Greek Fire
Anthousa stared at the ceiling of her shabby, bare room.
I want to die, she thought to herself.
She could not think of many good reasons to live. She was fifty-five years old and stuck in a foreign country far from her beloved home in Constantinople. Not only was she stuck in a foreign country but the most backwards, dirty, poor country in the world. The people were strange, the weather was always scorching, and she was surrounded by strange creatures such as dog-men and foot-people who always frightened her. She was at least a queen a few months ago, but the desert sickness had taken her husband. She still had her son, however. It was too bad that demon boy inherited ahead of her son. This got her thinking. Anthousa rose from her bed and got her Byzantine talents to work…
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King Prester II was not beloved during his brief reign, for it was rumored that the devil had taken possession of his mind at the age of sixteen. Nevertheless, the realm mourned when he died on a campaign against the Monophysite separatists in August of the year 816. The details surrounding his death are mysterious. The official cause of death was a battle wound suffered from a sword blow by a random Monophysite soldier. But no one at the battle that day could recall seeing the king fighting and no one could claim to have landed the deadly blow, although many young fools who could not have possibly been there would claim victory in taverns all across the kingdom many years later.
It was commonly believed that Queen Anthousa had something to do with the death of the king. After all, she was a Byzantine princess, and the death of a childless Prester II allowed her son, Prester-Yonas, to become king.
Suspicions mounted as King Prester-Yonas married a beautiful daughter of a Greek strategos named Simonis. Even more damning, the former king Dedem was murdered in a mysterious poisoning attempt, which many believe could have only been instigated by a Byzantine woman. Prester-Yonas became known as “the Wicked” all across the kingdom.
They say God punishes those who do Him wrong. And so it was the case for King Prester-Yonas, as depraved Mohammadens rose against his rule. Outnumbered, the king was forced to accept their demands and allow two provinces to form their own Muslim state in the middle of the kingdom. A few months later, Queen Simonis died after giving Prester-Yonas a child.
Prester-Yonas grieved and decided to seek God’s forgiveness. He left on a pilgrimage for Aksum, the holy site of Miaphysitism. Sadly, Aksum was the only province left in Monophysite hands from the great rebellion against King Wededem. The city’s beauty astounded Prester-Yonas even though the Monophysites had spoiled some of the holy sites. The pilgrimage brought him closer to God but it gave Prester-Yonas a new idea: he wanted a new capital.
And so, Prester-Yonas declared war on the last Monophysite hold and quickly destroyed his armies. After a brief siege, the province was his. He moved the court to Aksum and took residence in the grand palace of Dungur.
He soon remarried to a stunning Armenian noble named Eliz, who quickly bore him a son. Life seemed to be good for King Prester-Yonas. The realm was finally at peace after many years of war, though the kingdom was divided into many different faiths. However, this tranquility would not last.
Kingdom of Prester John: A tolerant utopia, or hotbed of religious strife and extremism?
The depraved Caliph-in-Training looked south after he heard the news of the successful Muslim rebellion in the Kingdom of Prester John. There was no end to the Caliph’s greed and ambition, as he sought to rule the world under the flag of Egypt and the deranged faith of Mohammed. In July of 830 he declared war on King Prester-Yonas, seeking to take the Duchy of Afar from him.
The news hit Prester-Yonas like a rock. Everyone in the kingdom had feared the possible day the Muslims would turn their eyes south, but they had always hoped the Muslims would be too distracted with conquests up north to bother with the tiny kingdom to the south. The king rallied his pitiful levies, the Abyssinian and Nubian bands, and his Cynocephali and Blemmyae fighters. They would make the Muslims come to them in the mountains and hoped the terrain would make up for their steep numbers disadvantage. The Muslims crossed the Red Sea and torched the countryside of the eastern provinces. They massacred Children of the Earth wherever they found them, cutting the feet and ears off the Monopods and Pannotti and collecting the heads of Cynocephali as trophies. Many women were raped, children thrown into slavery, and churches desecrated. There was no end to the Mohammedan savagery.
After a few weeks of Muslim looting, the two armies met in the mountains of Tigriyana. The Christian army held their ground ferociously and inflicted many casualties upon the Muslims, driving off attack after attack of the Mohammedan cavalry from the high ground. The Cynocephali fought particularly ferocious, slaughtering hundreds of horsemen with their ferocious jaws. However, the Christian ranks eventually broke by the time the sun fell. The Muslim numbers were simply too much to hold against, even on the steep mountain passes. With his army decimated, the king saw no other option but to surrender. He ceded the Duchy of Afar to the Caliph and returned to the capital a broken man.
Prester-Yonas received more crushing news when he was informed that his mother, Queen Anthousa had died. He had always turned to his mother for advice. Now there was no one to guide him and the realm was in danger of being exterminated. King Prester-Yonas gathered a council of dukes, countes, advisors, and leading Children of the earth. He had a plan…
Egyptians buying a poor, Greek virgin
Anthousa stared at the ceiling of her shabby, bare room.
I want to die, she thought to herself.
She could not think of many good reasons to live. She was fifty-five years old and stuck in a foreign country far from her beloved home in Constantinople. Not only was she stuck in a foreign country but the most backwards, dirty, poor country in the world. The people were strange, the weather was always scorching, and she was surrounded by strange creatures such as dog-men and foot-people who always frightened her. She was at least a queen a few months ago, but the desert sickness had taken her husband. She still had her son, however. It was too bad that demon boy inherited ahead of her son. This got her thinking. Anthousa rose from her bed and got her Byzantine talents to work…
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King Prester II was not beloved during his brief reign, for it was rumored that the devil had taken possession of his mind at the age of sixteen. Nevertheless, the realm mourned when he died on a campaign against the Monophysite separatists in August of the year 816. The details surrounding his death are mysterious. The official cause of death was a battle wound suffered from a sword blow by a random Monophysite soldier. But no one at the battle that day could recall seeing the king fighting and no one could claim to have landed the deadly blow, although many young fools who could not have possibly been there would claim victory in taverns all across the kingdom many years later.
It was commonly believed that Queen Anthousa had something to do with the death of the king. After all, she was a Byzantine princess, and the death of a childless Prester II allowed her son, Prester-Yonas, to become king.
Suspicions mounted as King Prester-Yonas married a beautiful daughter of a Greek strategos named Simonis. Even more damning, the former king Dedem was murdered in a mysterious poisoning attempt, which many believe could have only been instigated by a Byzantine woman. Prester-Yonas became known as “the Wicked” all across the kingdom.
They say God punishes those who do Him wrong. And so it was the case for King Prester-Yonas, as depraved Mohammadens rose against his rule. Outnumbered, the king was forced to accept their demands and allow two provinces to form their own Muslim state in the middle of the kingdom. A few months later, Queen Simonis died after giving Prester-Yonas a child.
Prester-Yonas grieved and decided to seek God’s forgiveness. He left on a pilgrimage for Aksum, the holy site of Miaphysitism. Sadly, Aksum was the only province left in Monophysite hands from the great rebellion against King Wededem. The city’s beauty astounded Prester-Yonas even though the Monophysites had spoiled some of the holy sites. The pilgrimage brought him closer to God but it gave Prester-Yonas a new idea: he wanted a new capital.
And so, Prester-Yonas declared war on the last Monophysite hold and quickly destroyed his armies. After a brief siege, the province was his. He moved the court to Aksum and took residence in the grand palace of Dungur.
He soon remarried to a stunning Armenian noble named Eliz, who quickly bore him a son. Life seemed to be good for King Prester-Yonas. The realm was finally at peace after many years of war, though the kingdom was divided into many different faiths. However, this tranquility would not last.
Kingdom of Prester John: A tolerant utopia, or hotbed of religious strife and extremism?
The depraved Caliph-in-Training looked south after he heard the news of the successful Muslim rebellion in the Kingdom of Prester John. There was no end to the Caliph’s greed and ambition, as he sought to rule the world under the flag of Egypt and the deranged faith of Mohammed. In July of 830 he declared war on King Prester-Yonas, seeking to take the Duchy of Afar from him.
The news hit Prester-Yonas like a rock. Everyone in the kingdom had feared the possible day the Muslims would turn their eyes south, but they had always hoped the Muslims would be too distracted with conquests up north to bother with the tiny kingdom to the south. The king rallied his pitiful levies, the Abyssinian and Nubian bands, and his Cynocephali and Blemmyae fighters. They would make the Muslims come to them in the mountains and hoped the terrain would make up for their steep numbers disadvantage. The Muslims crossed the Red Sea and torched the countryside of the eastern provinces. They massacred Children of the Earth wherever they found them, cutting the feet and ears off the Monopods and Pannotti and collecting the heads of Cynocephali as trophies. Many women were raped, children thrown into slavery, and churches desecrated. There was no end to the Mohammedan savagery.
After a few weeks of Muslim looting, the two armies met in the mountains of Tigriyana. The Christian army held their ground ferociously and inflicted many casualties upon the Muslims, driving off attack after attack of the Mohammedan cavalry from the high ground. The Cynocephali fought particularly ferocious, slaughtering hundreds of horsemen with their ferocious jaws. However, the Christian ranks eventually broke by the time the sun fell. The Muslim numbers were simply too much to hold against, even on the steep mountain passes. With his army decimated, the king saw no other option but to surrender. He ceded the Duchy of Afar to the Caliph and returned to the capital a broken man.
Prester-Yonas received more crushing news when he was informed that his mother, Queen Anthousa had died. He had always turned to his mother for advice. Now there was no one to guide him and the realm was in danger of being exterminated. King Prester-Yonas gathered a council of dukes, countes, advisors, and leading Children of the earth. He had a plan…
Egyptians buying a poor, Greek virgin