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The Northernmost Americas
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Postby The Northernmost Americas » Mon Nov 30, 2015 11:13 pm

An extract from A History of the Ottoman Old World, 1400-1500
The addition of former Morean possessions to the empire left the Ottomans, now the dominant power in Anatolia, In a far more secure position. The riches of Egypt and Mesopotamia enticed Bayezid, but his advisers convinced him to consolidate for a few years before attempting further conquest. Bayezid grudgingly complied, if only so he could finally institute the devshirme. The system was conceived with two main goals in mind. The formation of a disciplined infantry force along with a reliable pool of administrators. The devshirme was hardly new, various Turkic tribes had practiced it over the centuries. The Ottoman system was not revolutionary in itself, but it brought about, among other things, the first national census.
Unlike these often temporary schemes the devshirme was to be, in theory, voluntary. Boys between the ages of seven and ten were to be recruited and then sent to Ankara, Istanbul or Sofia. There they would become familiar with Turkish customs and language. Conversion to Islam was not mandatory. At age 14, the 'cadets' were to be assessed through a mixture of practicals and examination. The results would determine whether the cadet would be transferred to the administration or the Janissary corps.
In administration students were taught a variety of subjects including; mathematics, law, languages such as Arabic (the second language of the administration,) engineering and architecture. Cadets who moved on to the Janissary corps were trained in the martial arts, studying disciplines such as archery, engineering, ordnance or medicine. At the age of twenty-four a cadet would be inducted into the corps as a private.

These first attempts at census taking went hand in hand with land reform initiatives. The empire had gained control of large amounts of land during it's conquests. Some of the land was gifted to irregular cavalrymen as a reward for their service. The rest was parceled up and offered to landless peasants, with the incentive of tax exemption on the first year's yield. Not surprisingly, many Anatolian peasants took up the offer and migrated, contributing to a doubling of the Balkan's population within a decade. In turn, the empires reduced dependence on imported grain, primarily from Egypt, gave the empire more room for maneuver politically.

Traditionally Ottoman rulers had allowed local communities practical self rule. The policy contributed to a rapid and relatively bloodless expansion into the Balkans but encouraged the various ethnicities/ religions to form their own isolated enclaves. A firman signed by Bayezid I made it illegal for these enclaves to restrict residence based on ethnicity or religion. The influx of settlers from other parts of the empire helped to dilute the composition of the enclaves, and in the long term, meant that the empire was less prone to bouts of nationalistic dissent. Law however, continued to be practiced in separate religious courts.

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Postby Togeria » Mon Nov 30, 2015 11:31 pm

The Ik Ka Ek Akai wrote:
The Northernmost Americas wrote:Northern Arabia
Enver Pasha is jolted from his stupor when his camel stumbles for the umpteenth time. He manages to stay atop his mount and curses the mangy dog that sold him the dammed animal. The bedouin escorting him guffaw, not too loudly, the envoy has a return trip to make after all.
The party stops at noon, and seek whatever shade their mounts can offer. Enver glances at the sealed letter in his bags and wonders what use the Sultan could possibly have for the bedu. Pagan beduoins at that.
"Effendim!" The escorts rise to their feet, swords half drawn. Over the horizon, five, ten, fifteen mounted silhouettes appear. As they draw closer, Enver and his men relax. Hanging from the lance of the lead is a banner proclaiming the men to be members of the Banu Amin.
[spoiler= The Proposal ]Greetings, Queen Hadiyyah
It has come to our attention that your tribe desire new lands in which to settle. We have a simple offer. The Timurids are preoccupied with the enforcement of their newfound faith and will provide little coordinated resistance, for a time. We ask your tribe to invade Iraq. Loot, pillage, lead the Timurid army on a wild chase. Within a year, Ottoman troops will join forces with you and crush the Timurid force. Your tribe will then be settled in a location of your choice. The balkans, Iraq perhaps even Anatolia itself. We hope this letter finds you in good health and we look forward to a profitable agreement.
Sultan Bayezid I




في النفود الكبير، والناس تتحرك وتنتقل كرمل لا. في بعض الأحيان، والرياح يكشف واحة الحياة يمسها.



The queen, glorious and beautiful may she ever be, was resting upon a silken cushion, feasting modestly on a pile of dates. She had time to relax since the raid, the time of mourning having passed, and things returned to normal. Indeed, the only indicator that there ever was a fight were the bruises on her wrists which were rapidly fading. The tent she lay within was cool and shaded from the oppressive wrath of the sun. Staying in one's tent was one of the best ways a Bedouin could fight the heat, and it had an amazing tendency to do as well as any palace at cooling the inhabitants. The tent was fairly dark, but a few strategic candles kept a calm atmosphere. Pleasant aromas drifted throughout the enclosed area, both from incense and perfumes worn by the queen herself. All was calm until a harsh beam of sunlight accosted her as a man came into the tent bearing the message of the Turks.

She mumbled something grumpily as the man approached her. The tent flap closed behind him and her eyes adjusted once more. The man spoke with a low and weary voice. He described encountering couriers in the desert, hopelessly stumbling around. The two shared in a laugh as he continued the story, finding their goals and delivering the message. From then, he rode home and now here he was. He told her the message he had meant to deliver in the first place, and she went into contemplation.

There were many benefits to be had here. The Turks were not to be given too much trust, however, as they were a great danger to the sovereignty of the Bedouin. Allowing them to take even the slightest bit of land from the Persians was a dangerous game. Of course, the wealth gained from raiding Mesopotamia would be great indeed, there was no doubt. Prosperity was to be had there. Hadiyyah had to think it all over, for a single wrong move here could be fatal. This wasn't even counting the Egyptians into the equation. There was also the threat of defeat by Persian armies, or even the queen's capture and potential execution. The Turks had promised a whole year uninterrupted of raiding, but that could be both good and bad.

She came to her conclusion. Acceptance was the answer she had given, though she told her courier specifically to mention that the security of her tribe came first and foremost, and so should conditions prove too dangerous, her raids would cease entirely until the situation changed. With that much, she sent him off.

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The heats of the Sahara were hot, a hell for weaker men, and stupid one's to be frank. On word of the Sultano, his most prized navigator, Ali the Simple rode through the hot desert on his camel, escorted by a group of Berbers. The trek had been long and hard, luckily he had avoided its most of its challenges by planning ahead and having his escorts meet him east of the Hasafid Kingdom. He had heard tales from travelers of a almost warrior clan laying in the heart of Arabia. It had been why he had gone through this ordeal on nothing more then the word of his Sultano as well as perishables to feed and drink off of. Taking a map and marking the location he looked ahead he and his posse trotted into the land, draped in cloth to protect them from the heat of the sun.


The queen's courier dashed through the desert on his horse, seeing strange men in trekking through. By their appearance, they appeared to be of Berber stock. He looked them over and found no serious threat, not that he couldn't easily defeat anyway. He was on a fine and quick stallion while the others were on camel and in large number. He was armed and capable of quick escape, but the Banu Amin had no quarrel with Berberfolk, so he had no fears. He approached them, "Salaam!" he called out as he did so.

Were the guides experts at Bedouin identification, the courier would've immediately been identified as Banu Amin. He had distinctive robes, and his complexion did not match those of the heartland Bedouins, the Nejdi tribes. He listened to what the strange man wanted, and replied by leading him to the Banu Amin camp. The position was strategically placed atop a grassy hill, as grassy as the region could really be. He pointed Ali the Simple to the queen's tent, and let him do the rest.
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Ali goat of his camel, and handed it to a Berber. Entering the tent he took note of its elegance, seeing the queen herself he knelled on one knee and bowed. "Salaam." He said simply to her with his head down. "I bring you news of a empire who's reign lies in the west, we ourselves are nothing more then humbled Moors. My queen three years ago to this day my king, Aymen the second accomplished a great feat, he conquered Rome." He said his voice growing with excitement as stated this. "It has come at a prize however, our force is spread to thin, and as such we come to you for your support your power in seeing that our accomplishment does not go in vain." He said, keeping his bowed posture.
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DEFCON LEVELS
[1] peace
2 hostilities
3engaged conflicts
4War
Maldaria- Victory
GSW-Victory
Revolution in Sharphats-Stalemates
2nd Russian civil war-indecisive
Parazal Civil War-Support wasn't active militarily
I am deeply sorry for the attacks on your nations capital, and pray for those affected by the attacks both in Paris and throughout France. As a fellow Muslim I apologize deeply and in place of those who use our religion to commit such an heinous crime. I pray for France, for Paris, and for all those affected.

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Postby The Ik Ka Ek Akai » Tue Dec 01, 2015 12:00 am

Togeria wrote:
Ali goat of his camel, and handed it to a Berber. Entering the tent he took note of its elegance, seeing the queen herself he knelled on one knee and bowed. "Salaam." He said simply to her with his head down. "I bring you news of a empire who's reign lies in the west, we ourselves are nothing more then humbled Moors. My queen three years ago to this day my king, Aymen the second accomplished a great feat, he conquered Rome." He said his voice growing with excitement as stated this. "It has come at a prize however, our force is spread to thin, and as such we come to you for your support your power in seeing that our accomplishment does not go in vain." He said, keeping his bowed posture.


"Rise" replied the queen, her voice betraying her young age whereas the dark tent might have made it ambiguous. She did so herself to some extent, sitting upright. The girl was in her late teens, becoming more visible as she took a candle into her hand and placed it on a nearby table. She looked to the man before her, a great navigator all the way from Rome. She had deduced, like many outside in their mumbling as he had approached her tent, that he was Afriqiyyun. Maghrebi, really. Being reminded of the settlement of Italy had only seemed to remind her how far the world around her had advanced since the days of The Prophet.

"Our tribe will require payment for our services. As the area is fertile and will do our herds well, I shall consider a much more humble request. Italy is proficient in production of textiles, leathers, and other such materials, yes? I've heard of your fine wines, too. Perhaps we can strike a deal? The point is: You have my interest."

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Postby Togeria » Tue Dec 01, 2015 12:08 am

The Ik Ka Ek Akai wrote:
Togeria wrote:
Ali goat of his camel, and handed it to a Berber. Entering the tent he took note of its elegance, seeing the queen herself he knelled on one knee and bowed. "Salaam." He said simply to her with his head down. "I bring you news of a empire who's reign lies in the west, we ourselves are nothing more then humbled Moors. My queen three years ago to this day my king, Aymen the second accomplished a great feat, he conquered Rome." He said his voice growing with excitement as stated this. "It has come at a prize however, our force is spread to thin, and as such we come to you for your support your power in seeing that our accomplishment does not go in vain." He said, keeping his bowed posture.


"Rise" replied the queen, her voice betraying her young age whereas the dark tent might have made it ambiguous. She did so herself to some extent, sitting upright. The girl was in her late teens, becoming more visible as she took a candle into her hand and placed it on a nearby table. She looked to the man before her, a great navigator all the way from Rome. She had deduced, like many outside in their mumbling as he had approached her tent, that he was Afriqiyyun. Maghrebi, really. Being reminded of the settlement of Italy had only seemed to remind her how far the world around her had advanced since the days of The Prophet.

"Our tribe will require payment for our services. As the area is fertile and will do our herds well, I shall consider a much more humble request. Italy is proficient in production of textiles, leathers, and other such materials, yes? I've heard of your fine wines, too. Perhaps we can strike a deal? The point is: You have my interest."

He smiled as she said this. "Yes, My queen. Our wines are known far and wide throughout the Mediterranean, our leathers able to withstand any wear, our textiles the envy of the known world, and our cloths the finest you will ever know. Of course telling you is one thing, and showing you another, so let me show you. All I need is your word and in half a years time, I will return with a fleet, filled with riches your dreams couldn't even fathom."
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DEFCON LEVELS
[1] peace
2 hostilities
3engaged conflicts
4War
Maldaria- Victory
GSW-Victory
Revolution in Sharphats-Stalemates
2nd Russian civil war-indecisive
Parazal Civil War-Support wasn't active militarily
I am deeply sorry for the attacks on your nations capital, and pray for those affected by the attacks both in Paris and throughout France. As a fellow Muslim I apologize deeply and in place of those who use our religion to commit such an heinous crime. I pray for France, for Paris, and for all those affected.

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Postby The Ik Ka Ek Akai » Tue Dec 01, 2015 12:21 am

Togeria wrote:
The Ik Ka Ek Akai wrote:
"Rise" replied the queen, her voice betraying her young age whereas the dark tent might have made it ambiguous. She did so herself to some extent, sitting upright. The girl was in her late teens, becoming more visible as she took a candle into her hand and placed it on a nearby table. She looked to the man before her, a great navigator all the way from Rome. She had deduced, like many outside in their mumbling as he had approached her tent, that he was Afriqiyyun. Maghrebi, really. Being reminded of the settlement of Italy had only seemed to remind her how far the world around her had advanced since the days of The Prophet.

"Our tribe will require payment for our services. As the area is fertile and will do our herds well, I shall consider a much more humble request. Italy is proficient in production of textiles, leathers, and other such materials, yes? I've heard of your fine wines, too. Perhaps we can strike a deal? The point is: You have my interest."

He smiled as she said this. "Yes, My queen. Our wines are known far and wide throughout the Mediterranean, our leathers able to withstand any wear, our textiles the envy of the known world, and our cloths the finest you will ever know. Of course telling you is one thing, and showing you another, so let me show you. All I need is your word and in half a years time, I will return with a fleet, filled with riches your dreams couldn't even fathom."


"You have my word." She said with a smile, looking to him hopefully. She dare not mention her prior engagement to the Turks, for she intended to carry out her promise. Over the course of 6 months, she would raid her way to the coastline. "I may suggest meeting on the coast of Phoenicia, near Sidon. This will be a reliable meeting place that I may carry out necessary actions before I leave. Thus so it shall be: I will do what I must, and we shall meet at the specified time. I look forward to the future between our nations, insha' Manat." Manat, of course, being the goddess of fate and destiny, wherein Lady Fate herself is among the most important deities to the Bedouins, revered among them much more than settled pagans.

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Postby Togeria » Tue Dec 01, 2015 12:44 am

He nodded, giving a quick bow before saying,"Ma'a as-salamah." Before departing. Once out her tent a Berber handed him his Camel, as they began departing they waved to the village in good faith before departing into the desert.


In Aymendia
The reforms had worked, order was in the empire for the time being and as such integration and mixing of all people's especially in the spiritual capitals of Ruma and Sheba. The military had too risen in might now bolstering a force of 10,000 strong 2,000 were sent quarterly to patrol the northern border. Hoping to provide a deterrent a serious of military encampments were built along the eastern and western plains of the Apennines Mountains, in theory forcing the enemy to cross through the mountains to reach the capital, and as such giving the empire time to prepare. A small navy was built as well, now only boasting a few ships hopes were expected they grow.

Bigger and more stronger then before, trade that had once went to the Hasfids was now being directed solely to the empire. This was done for two reasons:

1. Aymendia had grown past the need of Hasafid protection.

2. The prince, Prince Almas had persuaded his aging father, hoping that this in turn would weaken Hasfid power in the Mediterranean.

With these two goals diplomats were now sent almost bi-monthly to avoid open conflict with the Hasfids. Though now as a growing power in Mediterranean and a close contender for the strongest of the three Moorish kingdoms, it could be argued Moorsia was looking to stretch its arms and show its own dominance in the western sphere.
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DEFCON LEVELS
[1] peace
2 hostilities
3engaged conflicts
4War
Maldaria- Victory
GSW-Victory
Revolution in Sharphats-Stalemates
2nd Russian civil war-indecisive
Parazal Civil War-Support wasn't active militarily
I am deeply sorry for the attacks on your nations capital, and pray for those affected by the attacks both in Paris and throughout France. As a fellow Muslim I apologize deeply and in place of those who use our religion to commit such an heinous crime. I pray for France, for Paris, and for all those affected.

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Postby Alsheb » Tue Dec 01, 2015 6:17 am

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Sultan Saladin Citadel
Cairo


"We have received word from Vijayanagar, mighty Sultan"

Grand Vizier Izzad-Din had taken first word during the meeting of the Council. Sultan Barquq al-Zahiri had convened his closest advisors in order to discuss the order of the day. After a short while of thinking, the Sultan replied.

"Very well. There is no harm in better relations and trade with the Maharaja. The Vijayanagari expansion in the East is cause for worry, especially since it disrupts naval trade. If we could access the markets for Indian metals and ores again, that would only bring us profit."

"Very well, my Lord, I will send word of your acceptance to the Indians."

Another advisor now spoke. It was General Salah ad-Din ibn Yusuf, one of the top military advisors to the Empire .

"Might Sultan, my sources tell me of the Ottoman Empire expanding ever more. Now the Turk has set his sight on Morea, and has launched a massive invasion of the last remnants of infidel lands in Greece."

"Not exactly a bad thing, is it, General?"

Salah ad-Din bowed his head.

"No, mighty Sultan. But there is far worse news from the Turks. It seems that in their expansionist agenda, they have sent emissaries to the pagans in the Arab peninsula."

The Sultan frowned angrily. "The Banu Amin? You're telling me that a Muslim lord would court those desert infidels?"

"The witch of the Banu Amin seems to have the Turk's attention, my Lord. We do as of this moment not yet know the Ottoman's real intentions, but we believe it will be a cause of war, since the Banu Amin have shown themselves to excel at raiding and pillaging if nothing else.

For a few minutes, all was silent, before the Sultan spoke again.
"Very well. I need to write a message to Istanbul post-haste. This meeting is sejourned, we shall discuss the European matter another time."

From: The Mamluk Sultanate of Egypt, Hejaz and the Levant
To: The Ottoman Empire

As-salaam aleikum Brother in Islam,

I, Barquq al-Zahiri; Sultan of Egypt, Hejaz and the Levant; Lord of the Mamluk Empire and Custodian of the Holy Mosques, hereby send you my warmest regards.

In the name of cooperation of Islamic realms in the Mediterranean, the Mamluk Sultanate would like to establish cordial relations between our two realms. We believe the Ottoman Empire an important factor in the spreading of Islam to the infidels in Europe, and the protection of the heartland of Islam itself from the former Crusader states.

We hope that the Ottoman Empire bears no ill will towards any fellow Muslim realm, and shares our conviction that the Islamic world should stand strong together against the threats from Dar al-Harb.
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Postby Remnants of Exilvania » Tue Dec 01, 2015 8:54 am

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Große Entscheidungen werden nicht durch Reden order Wahlen getroffen sondern durch Blut und Eisen!
(Great decisions aren`t made by speeches and votes but by Blood and Iron!)


Within a considerable amount of months the Bohemian army had managed to retake all that they had lost during the plague`s ravage. Now, after a little rest the began their advance into their despised rival and foe`s territory to make sure these lands wouldn`t fall into the wrong hands. The soldiers were being urged by their commanders to make haste and crush any resistance that they`d encounter. But when they reached the Republic of Vienna the armies had to stop. Vienna was a large city with strong walls and fortifications afterall. And so they began to dig siege trenches and build up their artillery weapons to lay waste to the city`s defenses. Every day and night watchful guards were all around the city to prevent anyone from escaping and to warn the rest of the army of possible attacks from the city.

(OOC: Vienna player should now do something or else he`ll be killed off)

Everywhere else the campaign went on almost too easy. The plague had killed off most people and the follo0wing anarchy had reduced the organized resistance by quite a lot. What remained was easily smashed by the Bohemian troops. But the terrain and the unstable food supplies took a lot from the army and the discipline was slowly declining. Faith and honour couldn`t saturate hungry stomachs. And so many of the villages and towns were raided in search for food, making the population not very fond of the northern invaders.

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Postby Maljaratas » Tue Dec 01, 2015 12:01 pm

Time was seeming to fly. It seemed like only yesterday that it was 1400, and now it was 1405. A history of what happened during that period.

The colony of 350 had successfully landed in March of 1401, and quickly established good relations with the natives. While the winter was hard, most survived, and with new colonists and the natives pledging allegiance to the Icelandic King and joining/helping, the population was by 500by 1405. Named Koranes.

The new region was named Vinland

With the spreading of the looking for refugees (added France, England, Spain, Portugal, Sweden, and Denmark), the total refugees found in 1401-04 was 5,000.

Military Stats:
Navy has 800 men on 4 ships
Army has 500 men with 10 assorted siege engines

Population growth practically exploded with all the fishing and farming from the Koranes area. Total population at the end of 1404 was: 25,000 or so
Iceland: 15,000
Vinland: 500
Greenland: 1,250
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Postby Bill Cosby Island » Tue Dec 01, 2015 6:50 pm

The Tokhtamysh Khanate- The Wolves of Europa!
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Anapa, Circassia


Only Kashin's most experienced generals and cavalry had made the crossing into the Caucasus. The weather here was harsher than both in Europe or in the Crimea, and even in the relatively warm late summer one could see the tallest hills and mountains caked with a light covering of snow. The people here were also less inviting, and consequently not one person had offered to guide or help them despite there being many tribes scattered across the hilly land. Luckily, word had reached the armies that the Greek king had fled to the coastal city of Anapa, a former Genoese port lead by a powerful local leader.

Kashin's troops had almost reached Anapa. They were travelling through a narrow pass in the mountains, where not another human voice could be heard other than their own. Pine trees grew out of the steep slopes, sticking up like hair on a cat's sloping back. Small mountain streams flowed down the hills before collecting down the deep sides of the mountain path. The air was cold, but at the same time it felt very refreshing. The path itself was marked by patchy bare dirt worn by the feet of travellers. The ocean would be across the mountains to the west of the path, but they blocked the breeze from the ocean so that the air was protected from its salty smell.

The path had begun to steepen over the past few kilometres, suggesting lowlands where a town would be built. "Stop!", Kashin shouted at his troops ,"I want every general to report to me at once!". The generals rode over to Kashin on their horses. Ildar, his blue eyes lit up by a love of adventure and new places, was the first to arrive. He had been very cheerful while in the mountains, and looked at every tree and rock as if it was golden. Every detail was something new to him, it seemed. Ildar had probably never left the plains of Crimea in his life though, so it made sense he would enjoy new this experience so much. "Have we reached the city yet?", Kashin asked, getting down off his horse ,"I have a feeling we're close to Anapa." "I'm not sure", said Kashin. Ildar gave off a sigh, but Kashin continued ," It's possible. The last few forts we went to were not Anapa, but they were all closer to it than the last. I'm hoping this is Anapa- they tell us of a very open fort, fields of livestock and a large port full of fishing boats. If we see that upon scaling down the hill, I will share your relief."

Kashin turned to the rest of his generals. "Now", he said ,"How are we to retrieve this Greek king from the fort? What is our plan to make the king here give up the cowardly rodent?". One of the generals stepped up. He was a handsome but generally quiet man- the governor of Urashka and several small forts year it, which due to their size were administrated as one town. "We should ask him for the Greek king politely, sending a small amount of men so as not to threaten them. Should those men not return or return with a poor answer by sundown, we assault the fort." "But shouldn't they have heard we were coming?", said Ildar ,"we are an army of nearly six thousand marching through the rural Circassian hills, after all. It wouldn't be surprising for such news to spread, especially when we go around asking for directions." "Then we should attack at night", said Ildar ,"torch the gates of the fort, rush in and force the king to surrender the Greek to us. It isn't much to ask for, and I think after a surprise attack on the fort he will definitely accept it." "And what if he doesn't accept", asked Kashin ,"do you think we should kill both the king and the Greek?". "Yes, I think that would be a good decision", said Ildar ,"a ruthless decision, but it would work. Now, we must see if the fort ahead really is Anapa."

Three soldiers from the front of the first army were sent down the hill with a pair of Kashin's binoculars, their horses, their weapons and their bravado. They would not alert the fort of their presence, as that would endanger the surprise factor of their assault, so they travelled through the trees beside the path. They were gone for ten minutes, during which the atmosphere of the armies were tense with participation. Then, the soldiers appeared on the middle of the path. "It is Anapa!", they said ,"We are sure it is the fort of Anapa!". The generals smiled.

Kashin sent each general back to the men he commanded to tell them of the plan. Today they would rest and eat a small portion of the rations that they had collected from past towns. Several tents were set up in the empty mountain pass, and soldiers lit fires on the ground. The day went slowly, but it was not strenuous.

As the sun began to set, all of the generals were sitting together in one of the tents around a table sporting several boards of Chinese Chess. They were discussing how to lead their regiments into the fort and what they would do if they were defeated. Nobody had come down the path during the day- as a result, it was unlikely that anyone could've alerted Anapa how close they were. Kashin, Ildar and everyone else in the tent was confident that their attack would succeed, and that the Greek king could be hunted down. Ildar got up to look out of the tent's door. "Kashin", he said ,"It is getting dark outside, very dark. We should not have to wait more than ten minutes until it is dark enough to launch a night attack." "Assemble the armies now then", he said ,"We will stand and wait with our horses and bows until I will start to move. Then you will follow me until we reach the fort. Once we reach it, the army shall move into the positions we discussed. Is that clear?" The generals around him all nodded, and together they got up and left the tent.

The climb down the hill was a rather smooth one- the slope only got very slightly steep near the end, and even then the men were going down it so it wasn't hard work. Torches were lit and banners were unfurled as the fort entered their sights. The men could now smell salt and feel a slight breeze from the ocean. The attack had begun.

"Attack!", Kashin screamed. His armies split up into maybe twelve groups, following their generals. Some reached the front of the fort and pelted it with arrows, while others came in from the side and surrounded it. Ildar was at the front, holding a flaming torch to the door as the men cheered and readied their bows for a retaliation by the defenders. His spontaneous nature made this job exhilarating, unlike Kashin who saw it as something of an objective to be completed and little more. As the door burned. Shouts could be heard inside the fort, and a few arrows flew over the top of the fort. An even larger set of Tatar arrows flew over the fort to punish them for this audacity. Around the sides of the fort, small entrances were being broken down and soldiers were riding into the fort.

Inside the fort, Circassian soldiers were standing at the burning door in horror. Dead and dying men surrounded them, and the thick smell of burning wood filled their nostrils. They had little idea of how many men were outside of the fort, but they knew they were outnumbered. The Circassian king was dressed in a metal helmet that shined almost as much as the sweat on his stubbly cheeks. "Blockade the doorway!", he screamed ,"blockade the doorway!". Civilians and soldiers were trying desperately to follow his orders- piles of dirt, hay, wood and rocks were being thrown at the base of the burning door. These civilians scurried from the burning gates when a thunderous crack split the wood in two.

A battering ram, its end singed from punching the door, stood in front of a massive army of Tatars. Every inch of the sight filled the enemy with terror- the burning torches that dimly lit the vast masses of men, Ildar's devious smile and the red war banners that were waved above. The Circassian king and his men did not need words to form a group of men and raise their shields. "Charge!", Ildar shouted, making his armies jolt forward. The Circassians held out their spears and clung together densely, piercing the hides of the first horses to approach the fort. A lone soldier flew over his horse into the group of men below, his writhing body sliding down quickly after being punctured by two spears. Sensing their defensive powress, Ildar ordered his men to fire upon the enemy with their arrows, covering their shields with them. And then Kashin appeared from behind, his face red with rage. Behind him another three groups of soldiers rushed in from different directions, getting easy access to the weak back of the Circassian army. It was a slaughter, and soon the Circassian king unfurled a white flag. "Surrender!", the soldiers shouted between their screams ,"Surrender!". Kashin and Ildar accepted the surrender, and suddenly the soldiers stopped their assaults. They stood there, with their arrows at the ready in case someone broke the truce. "Come to me, noble king!", Kashin shouted at the crowd ,"You have a person I must see." The king lead Kashin and his generals into his palace- it was a beautiful piece of Greek architecture next to the town's Cathedral.

The inside of the palace was very fancy- the carpets were a felty material, and statues from foreign lands decorated the halls. Some of the windows had been smashed by arrows, but those damages were minor. The Circassian king lead the men to his throne room and set the table for them, pouring several mugs of minty tea. Kashin sat down. The Circassian king had a very charming glow to him- he would've done well diplomatically in this land, he imagined. Even his subjects would've liked him. "Why have you come here and assaulted my fort?", he asked ,"Who is this man you want?". "King Constantine II of New Byzantium. I have been told you have given this man exile, have you not?" "Yes, I have", he said. "I'll bring him right in." The Circassian left for perhaps two minutes before bringing in the king. He was dressed in bedclothes and had a terrified look on his face. "Hold him against the wall", Kashin said, drawing his sword. The king flailed, but Ildar and several other of his generals held him against the wall. Kashin walked over to him with his sword. "Go to hell, you bastard", he said, swinging his sword into the king's neck. His head fell clean off and blood stained the white walls. Kashin had hunted him down and taken him from this earth- his job was finally done. The Khan smiled.

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Caliph Rayan Ahmed wandered his city, before a rogue guard ran up and charged him with a spear. He yelled (in Latin) "MAY JESUS CHRIST AND HIS HOLY FATHER HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL!". One direct blow to the head later, and many citizens and guards began burning the Muslim prayer flags and attacking the Muslim population.

The Christian Revolution has began.

Crosses were being put up and men were dying all over the place. And women too. I'm not one to discriminate. The caliph's palace had rocks from catapults being chucked at it, and the government was dead. The new country was named The United Kingdom of Lithuania. And a new flag waved.
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It's a dreary day in Sabo Gao. Rain falls onto the colossal stone structure housing the Yarima and his "court". But the nation functions differently from most. Without lords or a real state religion, the court is full of Faransa's elite. Bretons and Africans, mainly because the nation's wealthiest merchants. Only the military command and the Yarima remain permanently, as they along with local magistrate subordinate to them directly control the nation taking into account the needs of the oligarchy. Often the halls of the palace are filled with banter. The stone building by the city is the place of governance, and this would be obvious for any passer-by. But today, the whole place is quiet and somber. The Faranese homeland; Britanny is filled, with the population nearly half of a million, with many scholars at the private universities projecting it to only increase as large families continue to be born and immigrants arrive from West Africa. A solution is needed because domestic food production is simply too low. The Yarima sits in the eerie silence, marking a map. The sparsely populated area to the East of Faransa, known as "Normandy", poses to provide a solution. A major city has been found, and is marked on the map, known as "Paris", and holds a few souls, at least according to merchants and explorers that found it. With the marking of a calligraphy pen, and an oral decree, Normandy and Paris become part of Faransa. The land is divided up amongst the rich within the court on the map. These elite will hire many of the poor both rural and urban to farm the new land. At least 20,000 will be incentivized privately to relocate within the next year. 5,000 soldiers will be mobilized to occupy the land until it is proven safe for demobilization.

(OOC: Please add Normandy, and the Paris area, and the land between to Faransa's land claim.)

And with the next order of business, a guard enters the court. Ships from the Mediterranean; Africans settling Europe have arrived on a state mission. The Yarima quickly orders a military escort for the visitors to the palace.

Meanwhile, in the Yarima's home palace outside of the city, his Breton wife Elen weeps, surrounded by her midwives. The young woman has failed her husband again. For a third time, the baby, his heir to be, has perished during birth. There is no heir. But the Yarima refuses to divorce his wife. That would offend the Christians of Faransa. For that same reason he cannot take another wife. National unity is important, especially for a mixmatched state like Faransa. But something will have to be done for an heir to the thrown to be had.

In Gaelikasa, most of the native population has been removed in the past five years. Wexford has grown into a vibrant and thoroughly African city, with immigrants arriving from Mali for the cheap fertile lands in the thousands. But the original intention of the colony was for a slave supply. And so, the local military has deployed 1000 soldiers to annex the land to the direct East and West of the African owned land. Almost no soldiers were lost, with the local population in no shape to fight back. But the occupation is still bloody, with villages plundered and women raped, only to have merchants and their private militias round up the young and strong and fence them into pens like livestock, as a temporary holding until a destination can be found for the slaves to be.
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Postby The Ik Ka Ek Akai » Tue Dec 01, 2015 8:51 pm

1405

It has been years since the migration out of Arabia. Though the tribal lands are still claimed, and a few officials chose to remain and govern it, the queen and her band had been settled in defense of the Italian colonies. They migrated throughout the fertile grasslands and valleys of the region, their herd prospering as a result. The queen herself enjoyed many luxuries previously unavailable to the tribe. New dresses, the finest leathers in the world, and superb wine were among these. The tribe and the queen were enriched by their raiding along the Levantine borders, in al-Iraq and the scattered, low-defense border villages of Canaan. Mosques were plundered in Mesopotamia, golden items taken and loot exchanges held. Many bondmaids now belonged to the queen, gathered from Syrian villagers primarily. They lived a good life, better than they had in their villages arguably. They were not suppressed in their manners as much, and were given some of the luxuries gifted to the queen as payment for the tribe's services. Overall, the tribe was in good shape.

The queen was turning twenty, and there were talks of her bearing children to carry her dynasty on. The Banu Amin, in a more literal sense of Amin's bloodline, were a precious necessity, after all. The queen was not married, engaged, or even looking for mates. Her seeming apathy for procreation mixed with her high number of Syrian slave girls led to some interesting rumors, but this was only an indicator of the problem that the queen would need to bear children at some point. She was definitely of age to do so, and the bloodline must live on, so her advisers approached and explained to her the situation. The talk was long, a good bit awkward, and did not end conclusively except for them reminding Hadiyyah of her duties as a ruler. Still, though, the queen had to concede that she did, in fact, need to bear a child soon, or else it would be too late. She might become barren, or she might not live to educate her child.

After the discussion, Hadiyyah took a step outside. Her previous boots, worn and ineffective from poor crafting, sand-grinding, and overuse, had been replaced instead by a thicker, finer pair fit for the region. Her clothing had altered as well, though still in Bedouin style, it had likewise thickened to adapt to colder winters, and used beautiful and vibrant shades of violet in contrast to her previous, which were made from whatever dyes others were willing to trade. Her fine gloves, hardly used in the past, became an everyday item of clothing in the land which snowed. Similar fashions had spread across the tribe, for the new land was much cooler than the old in general, and the presence of snow was certainly a factor in it.

And so the Bedouin stood before the grassy lands. Hadiyyah smiled, enjoying the beautiful flowers, mountains visible miles in the distance, and she felt content in her state of being. Defending colonies was hardly difficult work, and it payed off extremely well. She thought, perhaps, Fate had blessed her. She silently praised the ancestors, the holy Ibex, and all the gods for such a contented state in which to live.

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Postby Alsheb » Wed Dec 02, 2015 2:14 am

The Mamluk Sultanate


Sochi
Realm of Circassia
Northern Caucasus


The coastal areas of Circassia loomed in the morning fog. The homeland of the Circassian tribes: the Abkhaz, the Adyghe, the Cherkess, the Kabardins. The gateway to both the vast plains of Cumania and the Tartar lands beyond, and the mountainous ranges of Anatolia to the South.

The homeland of Sultan Barquq al-Zahiri himself.

Next to Kipchaks and Cumans, the Circassians were the most important race within the Mamluk warrior caste. Especially since Sultan Barquq pushed aside his predecessor and proclaimed himself Sultan seventeen years ago, marking the end of centuries of Kipchak rule over Egypt. Now it was a Circassian who ruled in Cairo, and Circassians made up the elite of the Mamluk armed forces. And the most popular beauties in the Egyptian harems at that.

Captain Ahmad looked pleased. The long voyage overseas, crossing the Mediterranean and the Black Sea, had not been in vain. Soon, he would set foot on land in the Northern Caucasus, and establish the Sultanate's presence there permanently. Insh'Allah, the Mamluk Empire would have a wealthy base in the very homeland of the very best Mamluk warriors. Ahmad could already imagine the prosperous trade in goods from both North and South, from fur from the steppes to Circassian Mamluk recruits and other slaves.

After the ship had thrown out the anchor, Captain Ahmad and his lieutenants took a small boat and rowed to the shore, not far from the trading port of Sochi. Stepping foot on the beach, Ahmad planted a spear in the sand.

"In the name of His Majesty Barquq al-Zahiri; Sultan of Egypt, Hejaz and the Levant; Lord of the Mamluks and Custodian of the Holy Mosques, I hereby proclaim the establishment of the colony of Al-Shirkisiya

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Postby Togeria » Wed Dec 02, 2015 12:56 pm

The Ik Ka Ek Akai wrote:1405

It has been years since the migration out of Arabia. Though the tribal lands are still claimed, and a few officials chose to remain and govern it, the queen and her band had been settled in defense of the Italian colonies. They migrated throughout the fertile grasslands and valleys of the region, their herd prospering as a result. The queen herself enjoyed many luxuries previously unavailable to the tribe. New dresses, the finest leathers in the world, and superb wine were among these. The tribe and the queen were enriched by their raiding along the Levantine borders, in al-Iraq and the scattered, low-defense border villages of Canaan. Mosques were plundered in Mesopotamia, golden items taken and loot exchanges held. Many bondmaids now belonged to the queen, gathered from Syrian villagers primarily. They lived a good life, better than they had in their villages arguably. They were not suppressed in their manners as much, and were given some of the luxuries gifted to the queen as payment for the tribe's services. Overall, the tribe was in good shape.

The queen was turning twenty, and there were talks of her bearing children to carry her dynasty on. The Banu Amin, in a more literal sense of Amin's bloodline, were a precious necessity, after all. The queen was not married, engaged, or even looking for mates. Her seeming apathy for procreation mixed with her high number of Syrian slave girls led to some interesting rumors, but this was only an indicator of the problem that the queen would need to bear children at some point. She was definitely of age to do so, and the bloodline must live on, so her advisers approached and explained to her the situation. The talk was long, a good bit awkward, and did not end conclusively except for them reminding Hadiyyah of her duties as a ruler. Still, though, the queen had to concede that she did, in fact, need to bear a child soon, or else it would be too late. She might become barren, or she might not live to educate her child.

After the discussion, Hadiyyah took a step outside. Her previous boots, worn and ineffective from poor crafting, sand-grinding, and overuse, had been replaced instead by a thicker, finer pair fit for the region. Her clothing had altered as well, though still in Bedouin style, it had likewise thickened to adapt to colder winters, and used beautiful and vibrant shades of violet in contrast to her previous, which were made from whatever dyes others were willing to trade. Her fine gloves, hardly used in the past, became an everyday item of clothing in the land which snowed. Similar fashions had spread across the tribe, for the new land was much cooler than the old in general, and the presence of snow was certainly a factor in it.

And so the Bedouin stood before the grassy lands. Hadiyyah smiled, enjoying the beautiful flowers, mountains visible miles in the distance, and she felt content in her state of being. Defending colonies was hardly difficult work, and it payed off extremely well. She thought, perhaps, Fate had blessed her. She silently praised the ancestors, the holy Ibex, and all the gods for such a contented state in which to live.


The years of peace had been very beneficial to the empire. With Bedouin patrolling their northern border along with ever growing military bases built to protect the soft spots of the Moorish north, the empire soon found itself investing more in its colonies. Land was given to the Bedouin soldiers should they ask for as thanks for the continued protection of the empire. As the queen, Hadiyyah rode through the lands with her men homes were built for her in the cities of Ruma, Bari as well as Perugia.

With a state of peace, trade as well as culture began prospering in the empire. 1402 being the year the Quran was widely distributed in copies around the Moorish lands, both to spread the fate, but as well to improve the literacy of the people. As travelers spread around now more so to examine the ideals and culture of their neighbors, the canon had been one such invention of interest, and in fact the few that were built after the discovery of these weapons were brought north to defend the homeland. Over the years those who were once boys had now grown into men, trained to be highly disciplined as well as trained in a variety of weapons those being the scimitar, lance, shield, and sling those showing outstanding proficiency in long ranged weaponry were drafted to be apart of the elite Apallo units.

The navy had also done some slight growing, but only so to protect the island of Sicily and defend it from invasion.

Domestically the empire continued its policy of acceptance, mainly receiving those migrating from fellow Moorish kingdoms as well as from Europe and some from the Middle East. In this period the native Italian populace had shown growth as well being the second highest demographic in the kingdom being the Moors. Steps to create a more unified state between all peoples there, the Aymendian Empire's languages officially being Arabic and Sicilian as well as other dialects of Italian. The prince was expected to take the thrown soon, his ailing father declining in health, a smile was always seen on the aging mans face earning him the name, Aymen the Gleeful. This could be in part due to the order of his empire during his reign and its great expansion, something his son hoped to grow upon.
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Postby Akksum » Wed Dec 02, 2015 1:12 pm

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Suum cuique! (To each his own!)


Emperor Wolfram Döhl sat within his throne room, looking across his court a smile on his face. He had advisers from all across German lands come to his palace to talk with him about the fact of increase stability in the German realm. Though Roman Christianity was a big thing within the country, the German catholic faith did not claim them as heretics but rather brothers in arms. As the cultures were so similar they disregarded faith in terms of trying to help their own. He smiled watching them converse with each other, laughing at some jokes he heard spoken between the parties. It was lively, as the feast drew closer to reality....



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General Christopher Gegenbauer
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Operation Surprise Party

General Christopher Gegenbauer drew close to the border of the man kingdoms that would lay within the provinces. He split his army up between his trusted lieutenants telling them to march in a specific order. The largest of the armies is supposed to march south with him, the other two which were evenly disperse between were supposed to go South-east, and South-west to cover more land and capture more land for the empire. He smiled as the armies marched in order to their locations, they were supposed to meet at the North German Empire-North Rhine/Westphalian border with Palatinate, and prepare for one of the final pushes of the campaign....

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Operation Blind Paladin

The units broke up into 3 different Regiments to take up as much land as possible but also take on a army without falling completely against the foe within a small amount of time. The main largest army would move directly south Towards Dusseldorf, while the other two armies go around the outskirts and capture the exterior of the province. Then they all march on Dusseldorf together, then are supposed to move towards Hesse. He placed one of his recruits in charge of an army, to see how he would do as a General due to his veracity in the battle of Hannover. The armies set off in groups, knowing the largest city in the Province wasn't Dusseldorf, but rather Cologne directly south of the capital. The army was prepared to take on challenge against their might...
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Postby Remnants of Exilvania » Wed Dec 02, 2015 3:11 pm

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Siege of Vienna

After just a few months of shelling the city of Vienna with plenty of catapult projectiles made from the nearby alps, the Bohemian forces had finally managed to build large amounts of siege equipment like scaling ladders, battering rams and even some siege towers out of the wood from nearby fir forests. With the city`s defensive forces demoralized by the neverending bombardment and disease and hunger spreading in the city again due to them being cut off from the rest of the land, the Bohemian commanders deemed it to be the time to finally attack. Again, just like during the siege of Prague, the troops began their attack at midnight to minimize losses through enemy archers and to intimidate the enemy forces even more by not letting them see what and where they were up against.

Torches and campfires were lit and through the siege trenches the Bohemian army began it`s assault. From the walls of Vienna it would have to look like fiery water running along a river bed towards the wallsl. But it was far worse than that. The Bohemians advancing through the trenches were carrying their scaling ladders and grappling irons with them to climb the wall. At the same time the big siege towers also began their move towards the city. They were slow but the defenders of the city had about nothing to stop the towers from reaching the wall. And the battering rams were still being held in reserve. But they probably didn`t have to be used.

Once the Bohemians reached the wall, the defenders began to pour boiling oil down the walls at the bunched up Bohemians. This caused high losses and a lot of serious injuries and brought the Bohemian attack to a temporary halt as the soldiers didn`t want to move too close to the wall anymore. But then the siege towers came. And they were completely unaffected by the boiling oil. Once the ramps were let down a volley of crossbow bolts greeted the defenders as an assembled line of crossbowmen stood behind the ramps. After this Bohemian troops began pouring onto the wall like a flood that couldn`t be stopped anymore. And now that the defenders were to distracted by the attackers from the siege towers, the Bohemians could finally make use of their ladders and storm the walls. Within minutes the whole wall was within Bohemian hands and the gates were opened for the rest of the army to rush in. Vienna had fallen.


Pretty much the same happened in Salzburg when the Bohemians took over the city though it was in a much smaller scale as Slazburg wasn`t as big or important as Vienna. The fighting within the snowy alps was difficult and the Bohemians weren`t really used to it but their superior organization, training and gear made sure that they could crush all resistance.

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Postby The Peoples East Africa » Wed Dec 02, 2015 3:39 pm

Brief summary of Poland from 1400 - 1405

1400
With Emperor Kazimierz declaring the hermit status of the Empire to no longer be in effect, finding suitable trading partners was a top priority for the Emperor's advisors. To the far east lied the Golden Horde. A large state brought from the fracturing of the Mongol Empire, they had a lot to offer. Tales of their brutality, and of their ancestors brutality however, discouraged that. Mostly as no Pole wanted to venture to their certain doom.
Less east, was the city of Moscow. Surviving the plague unscathed, they would have bounties to give out. Them too being followers of Christ made it all the sweeter, though one minor inconvenience was stopping trade. Since the fall of Constantinople, the Russian people has been styling their city as the third Rome. Such an insult to Warsaw and the newly elected Pope Urban V would never be allowed in Poland, at least not till a deal was brokered.
To the north and west were two German states, one an order of knights, and the other a hostile kingdom of heathens. The German people has long been enemies of the Polish, dating back ages. The Teutonic Knights also occupied a rightfully Polish province.

The possibilities seemed never ending, until Father Iwan, Archdeacon of Warsaw and trusted advisor of Kazimierz brought up an important memory. A small alliance had been struck several months prior, with Faransa, a trading nation to the west.

''They could trade to the farthest reaches of Africa, and it would not make them stand out. But my children, if you do remember, they recognize His Holiness Pope Urban V as the one true leader of our Catholic Church. With the dogs of Muhammad drawing closer every day, it's important to cement ties with those we can trust.''

''While I trust your indefinite wisdom Father,'' added in Grand Marshal Konstantyn Chrobry. ''I believe our better allies should lie nearer to us. To the north lies a strong nation. Built on the spirit of chivalry and might, they could provide experienced men-at-arms when the enemy comes. I believe in our people, I truly do, but the spirits of Poles and prayers won't win a war.''

''You almost sound like you doubt our strength. We are Europe's last stronghold of the true faith, with God at our side, defeat cannot come,'' Iwan responded with.

''I trust you in this, but listen to reason! Our numbers aren't near enough to fight a war! ''

Just as the priest and warrior were to break into a full fight, a whisper like voice calmed the situation. ''Men please, now's not the time.'' Dariusz Okan, noted trader of Poland stated bluntly. Few knew why he was on the advisor council, and fewer knew much about him.
''To give my six cent on this matter, I must agree with my sword-swinging friend over there. Not only would an ally in arms assist us, but their access to the seas of the north could help us greatly. On the open ocean, there's no barbarians to break on board, leaving our goods virtually untouchable.''

''While you give a noble reason,'' Iwan returned. ''Let me explain why the people of Faransa far surpass that reasoning. ''

Another argument broke out, with various advisors taking sides, and old Jakub the court fool wanting to ally Timur himself. All seemed deadlocked, until a booming voice killed all other sources of noise. Standing in the doorway stood a man of great width. Standing 6 foot 3 in brown leather boots, a red garment draped down around him, with an iron crucifix wrapped around his neck. At long last, Emperor Kazimierz the Pious himself had arrived. Some looked in awe, two or three got on their knees, while the rest tried their best to look inviting. Covering twice the distance a peasant would with each step, the Emperor took his place at the top of the birch table. The silence could be cut through with a knife, till a hearty laugh left his lips.

''You men must lighten yourselves. If we can't stay as one in our own ranks, what hope have we for reaching outside? Now, tell me each your viewpoint.''

And so for yet another time that day, various reasons were given for trade with different nations. And in the end, Faransa was chosen. After all, the Emperor wasn't called the Pious for no reason.
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Postby The Ik Ka Ek Akai » Wed Dec 02, 2015 8:01 pm

A minor incident
أراضي الرومان كبيرة، وهنا لا أكثر، مسكن ضمن معالمها مهيب.

Hadiyyah ventured out from her camp, looking into the remnants of an empire once great. Roman ruins were scattered nearby, and as she wandered through them, she felt many emotions. The first emotion she felt was awe, for the scale and majesty of the ruins that remained, after over one thousand years, could leave anyone speechless. The queen had hardly known such manmade beauty before in her short life. Next came respect, perhaps a bit of jealousy. Her people were nomads, while these haughty men build such astounding structures. They held a great empire, the world's desire to be. Christians of centuries past all tried to the be Romans, each making their claim in hope of having such unmatched glory. Then came contemplation. How could such a powerful empire collapse? Who were these people really? What were they like? Furthermore, why was there a painting of a woman being caned on a wall? So many unanswered questions. Rage then came, an anger at nothing in particular for the destruction of such a proud people. Ultimately, a sense of mourning and sorrow overtook her. The whole ruin scene just felt..sad. There was no more anger, nor contemplation, no thought or anything except a feeling of loss and emptiness at looking upon the empty stone walls. Proud arches and columns turned to dust.

The queen, now feeling upset, took to her horse and, with the two slaves she brought with her as companionship, she departed for camp once more.

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Postby Bill Cosby Island » Wed Dec 02, 2015 9:30 pm

The Tokhtamysh Khanate- The Wolves of Europa!
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Vosporo, Ukrainistani Crimea

A great ship crossed the misty horizon of the black sea, its oars pushing it steadily through the water. Horses sat at the back of the ship clustered together- their legs were tied to the boat, and in some cases tied together as well. In the hour or so that it had taken to row this first load of men and horses across the sea, these horses had consistently made as much noise as possible. The men would be glad to be away from the panicked cries of their animals and the cold spray of the waves once they had reached the shore.

Kashin was at the very front of the ship, rowing with his men. Because he was the Khan, it was very important to get him across early and safely- even if Ildar or one of the governors died, Kashin could still govern the realm. However, if he were to die, the realm could potentially fall into chaos.

He had been gone for maybe half a year already, so it was safe to say that the locals back in Ukrainistan would be rather tired of their men being gone and several of Kashin's viceful brothers leading the realm. He had advised them not to waste too much of the treasury, but knowing them and their youthful stupidity anything short of an outright coup could've happened by the time the Khan returned to Tana Epak.

The fort of Vosporo appeared in the distance. Home to most of Kashin's troops since their departure to the Caucasus and slowly recovering from a harsh pillaging, its harbour looked devoid of the trade ships that had once frequented it. But that was no problem- Kashin's troops could survive off the land even if they had no local merchants to sell them food.

As the ship approached the port, a group of men and their horses waved the flag of the Khan towards them. They shouted indecipherably and began jumping up and down. "We're here!", shouted men behind Kashin in the boat. "We're here!". The clapping sound of high fives echoed through the morning air.

Upon making landfall at the harbour, men got out into knee-deep water and began hauling the boat closer to land. They could've landed on the dock, but a bout of strong wind had prevented that. They began unloading their weapons and unbundling their horses from the boat before running to land with soaked boots and tired eyes. Kashin looked out at the ocean, appreciating it to its fullest extent now that he was not at its mercy. He smiled when perhaps a dozen more rowboats full of men appeared in the distance. The familiar throaty voice of Ildar shouted out to him.
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Postby Korhal IVV » Wed Dec 02, 2015 9:34 pm

Tokyo, Japan

The wind blew over the fields fiercely, wherein marshaled are the 8 armies of the Ashikaga and their allies, the Oda, Hattori, Shimazu, Uesegi, Ikko Ikki, Takeda, and the Date clans. In the distance stood the fort of Tokyo of the seperatist Mori Clan. Brass cannons and catapaults stood ready to fire against the fort, while yari ashigaru and blunderbuss cavalry stood at the front line with samurai at the flanks.

Tokyo is the last remaining Mori stronghold in central Japan, and taking it will be a great benefit to the 8 allies.

On the walls, standing vigilant, are the soldiers of the Mori, seemingly like statues. They could see the armies and camps marshaled in the distance.

"Do you think we can hold up against them?", asked on of the soldiers to his comrade standing a few meters away.

"I don't think so. I believe that both of us will die within a die.", the other answered.

"We can surrender.", said the first one. "And join their ranks instead."

"Don't you think that you can betray the Mori without insulting our daimyo's honor!"

"Honor? Whats the use of honor to lowly pieces of trash that can be expended like us?"

"He does have a point..."

Together, the two sneaked out of the fort in the night and went to the camps of the 8 armies and betrayed the Mori clan. They gave information to the Ashikaga about its fortifications.

"I am glad you two are not honor-bound diehards like your daimyo.", said the general of the Ashikaga forces.

The next day, the 8 armies charged against the Mori, focusing the gates with the brass cannons and blowing it to pieces before charging in the gates, destroying whatever resistance they encountered in the way. 10,000 died that day, and 12,000 wounded in both sides. Once again the Ashikaga and their allies are victories, thanks to two lowly ashigaru. All of central Japan was now ripe for conquest, as the fort of Tokyo has fallen and without its protection, the Mori had nowhere to run. Still the Mori daimyo still stood for his honor and fought on until most of the Mori army have either defected or killed/captured. However, there is no time to celebrate for the victors. They still have the south and north to conquer.
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Postby Bill Cosby Island » Thu Dec 03, 2015 2:26 am

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Iceland

Postby Maljaratas » Thu Dec 03, 2015 6:47 am

In recent news, the King of Iceland has signed a bill to promote the sciences and learning.

A bill to promote learning and the sciences

1. A University will be established to provide education for those who can afford it
2. There will be research done into how to promote invention

Signed, King Hjarnar Arisson
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Postby Tracian Empire » Thu Dec 03, 2015 8:35 am

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The Grand Duchy of Muscovy
Великое Княжество Московское
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Moscow, the capital of the Grand Duchy of Muscovy

Muscovy. The heart of Russia, the greatest Russian state, the only true successor of the Kievan Rus', and soon, the Third Rome, the only true successor of the Eastern Roman Empire. Right now, the Grand Duchy was thriving. The plague that punished Europe led to the collapse of Lithuania, and the establishment of friendly relations between Muscovy and Poland. In the north, the Novgorod Republic was on the verge of collapse, weakened by the lack of trade with Europe, rebellions of its people, and the constant raids of the Muscovites. The Tatars have been mostly silent in the last years, letting Muscovy fight its wars against the other Russians. And now that the Greeks had arrived, Muscovy had a good chance at removing the Tatar Yoke.

The arrival of the Greeks was a good thing for Muscovy. The Duchy had good relations with the Byzantine Empire for a long time before its fall, even if it was too far away to help them. Leaving their fellow Orthodox Greeks settle in, bringing their knowledge with them was the least thing the Muscovites could do, and both the Greeks and the Muscovites were going to benefit from it. With the help of the Greeks, led by Theodore Palaiologos, a man Duke Vasily really respected, Muscovy was going to attack and hopefully destroy Novgorod.

Muscovy's time had come.
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The Despotate of Elysium
Δεσποτάτο του Ἠλύσιον


Elysium. The new state of the Greeks, a new hope for them in the heart of Russia. Even if right now, this small Despotate was nothing like the once glorious Byzantine Empire, the Greeks coming in brought their traditions, ideas, and knowledge with them. The spirit of Byzantium was still alive, and it wasn't going to die. Now led by Theodore Palaiologos, the former Despot of Morea, the Greeks had started to built their own small state with the help of Muscovy. Michael Kantakouzenos and Thedore Palaiologos managed to negotiate a fair deal with the Duke. Muscovy was going to give lands and supplies to the Greeks, in exchange for their knowledge and help. The Palaiolgos Dynasty and the Ducal Dynasty of Muscovy were going to be joined, with at least a part of the Palaiologos Princes marrying the daughters of Duke Vasily. One of them, most probably John or Constantine Palaiologos, were going to inherit Muscovy that way.

In the small fort that was dominating the small still unnamed capital of Elysium, Theodore Palaiologos was looking at a map of Muscovy and its surroundings. He may be old, but he wasn't old enough not to help this new Greek state a little. Theodore and his new recruits were going to help the Muscovites in their attack on Novgorod, and together with Michael Kantakouzenos and other Greek military men, they were going to help in a little modernization of the army of the Duchy. The rise of a new Byzantine Empire was drawing near, here, far away from the Ottomans. One day, the Greeks were going to return to Constantinople and Morea, just as Theodore and his men promised before leaving the peninsula.
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Postby Akksum » Thu Dec 03, 2015 4:34 pm

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Berlin, North German Empire

Suum cuique! (To each his own!)


Emperor Wolfram Döhl sat in his bed coughing, his face ghastly looking towards his son who was 15 years old. He looked across his sons face, watching his son slowly back away not wanting whatever his father had. The Prince looked at him, in a slight resentment of what his dad had done to the country of the North German Empire due to the religion he had established. His son eventually backing out of the room, leaving his father alone inside of the bedroom to die. He began a coughing fit, a glob of blood coming up with the mucus within his hand. The emperor looked at it in horror, his death drew near and he was no where near the plague. He wondered what went on, remembering something to his bed side, looking towards the food. He tried to reach over towards the table, falling out of the bed his head smashing against the bedside table knocking him unconscious. What he was reaching for was a piece of bread his servant had brought him...

North German Empire, Bremen
Merchant Jonathan Seckbach

Jonathan Seckbach walked towards the port with his cart behind him, and his horse walking beside him. He had his hand on the rope, walking it onto the docks towards the foreign ship. His eyes rolling over the ships flags, not noticing anything he would of known before the plague outbreak, wondering if it came from Gelre, or the low lying lands to the west. He walked towards one of the captains on the docks, speaking Dutch towards people nearby. Jon looked at him, speaking in a horrible Dutch language. "Hello, welcome North German Empire."

Regenburg, Bavaria
General Christopher Gegenbauer
1st Infantry Regiment, 3rd Infantry Regiment, 5th Infantry Regiment, 7th Infantry Regiment, 9th Infantry Regiment, 2nd Calvary Regiment, 1st Archer Regiment (2nd Army of the North German Empire)
Operation Surprise Party

The army of 3,500 men marched into the city with minimal resistance due to the amount of people that fled the city, or died of the plague within the borders. The units quickly establishing a permiter around the city, making sure if any Bavarian units came marching towards them they'd be easily spotted, and the army being notified. The sleep within the borders of the city, after having cleared it of the plague ridden bodies. The city itself was ravished by the disease, only leaving about 2,000-3,000 people within the city leaving it to decay within the borders...

Dortmund, North Rhine-Westphalia
General Siegmund Fleischmann
2nd Infantry Regiment, 4th Infantry Regiment, 6th Infantry Regiment, 8th Infantry Regiment, 10th Infantry Regiment, 1st Calvary Regiment, 2nd Archer Regiment
Operation Blind Paladin

The army of 2,976 arrived within the grounds of the city unable to set up perimeter before a foreign army arrived within the city. An enclosement maneuver was pulled within the streets of the city against the enemy, unable to fully enclose them before the army ran off towards the way they came from. A Calvary unit was sent out to attack the running units to making sure that they don't alert any enemy within the area around the city of the units within. The wanted to have the upper hand if anything went down around/within the city...
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