There is blood on the Sand
(OOC: Thank you all for the nice wellcome, I hope I will please you with this. Could someone please tell me how I can make screenshots and include them, it wil make the story all the more interesting.)
"Yussuf, you are the meanest merchant that Allah in his unfathomable greatness ever put under the sun. The Sabre you sold me wasn't even worth bargaining, not to speak of the Denars I paied for it."
"What is it that you complain about Ismael, you are still alive. I never claimed you could acutally use the sabre, it is more of a token of luck. And by the prophets beard, you survived the whole war with Portugal, despite all the losses we had."
Ismael agrees and so Yussuf and Ismael are friends once again, at least until Ismael catches Yussuf cheating at Sika.
On the 25th of August 1419 the Sultan Yahya al Wattasi eagerly expects the stranger named Abu Abdul Amir. The advise had been good and the war with Portugal went well. Only yeasterday the peace treaty was signed and Portugal payed 50 goldpieces in reparation. Although this was an unexpected achievement the Sultan isn't really glad about it. He is a man of deed and proud of all achievements he makes by himself. He leads the army himself, he directs the finances himself. But this victory is somewhat touched by the taint of this strangers influence. If he holds his head too high when entering the room, Yahya wil have it cut of.
Damn, the bow is again low enough and again no reason to behead this man.
"Greetings allmighty Sultan, you have called for me?"
"Yes. As a matter of fact I called or you since your advise was good. Although I must say you only spoke out what I had already in mind."
"I assumed nothing else."
"So maybe you allow me to test you again?"
"As you wish my Sultan."
"What is it that I have in mind now?"
...
Yussuf and Ismael are sitting on their horses just as they should be as good soldiers of Morocco. It is the morning of the 12th of May 1420 and they are looking back on a long trip through the desert following their Sultan to the borders of Songhai. They had to kill a few Touareg here and there on their advance and they assumed that there are not many left of them between here and Anti Atlas, but now there was teh real challenge.
"Yussuf, I think when we are through with this, I have to buy a new saddle."
"You are a lucky man Ismael. Fortunately I have just been to the wedding of my third sister and she married a saddle-maker from Tanger. I promise he will make you a good offer."
Ismael isn't comfortable remembering the sabre but still Yussuf is his friend and so he certainly won't find anything better.
The Sultan looked over to the pagan Kingdom of Songhai. The messenger with the declaration of war had just left. It was folly, utter folly to attack Songhai with only roughly 8000 mounted warriors, but what else yould he do. He was still not sure whether this really was on his mind when he asked Abu Abdul Amir, but now there was no way back.
Khaled Hadj Mahouddin is a humble, modest and honest man. These traits helped him so far through his life and brought him the position of personal scribe of the Sultan Yahya. He knows his duties well and remebering them he takes up the quill and writes:
On the 12th of May 1420 the great Sultan Yahya al Wattasi, having beaten the Portugese back, deiceded that it is time to finally claim the desert for Morocco and declared war on Songhai. Leading the army himself he fought many battles on the distant soil. Deserted by his allies in Tunis and Tlemcen he alone took Gao on the 3rd of Oktober the same year and Say on the 23rd of April 1421. After this Songhai was no more and Morocco claimed its lands.
Abu Abdul amir was as always in time.
"You have called for me, my Sultan."
"Yes, yes. Truth be known, I am bored of my situation. Over the last years we have fought with Tlemcen together against Tunis and with Tunis together against Tlemcen. Meanwhile we have fought alone against Aragon, Navarra, The Papacy and England, the latter having taken Orania a few months before. We have hardly been at peace in all those years and to what effect? Orania is now ours, and Tunis has gained the other wo provinces of Tlemcen, leaving them with their capital only. Still we are nothing more than a leaf in the wind and this wind always carries us to war."
"My Sultan, maybe you have the wrong people who tell you what is on your mind."
"That might be . And you certainly think you know better what is on my mind. But what if Allah has granted me only a small spoon full of wisdom and thus there is always the wrong thing on my mind?"
"Then we have to look for wisdom for you, my Sultan."
"Well spoken. I declare you my personal advisor in the quest for wisdom. So what do you propose? Don't speak to quick, for a rash advise might cost you your head."
"I already arraned something. We exchanged maps with Hausa."
"What does that have in common with my quest for wisdom? Maps are knowledge, not wisdom."
"Please bear with me. We have now maps of the Mali territory."
"That doesn't help me neither. I think I'll just take your head and see whether an alchemist might extract the wisdom from it."
"Please allow me to quote an old saying before I am lead to the execution:
Gold comes from the south, Grain from the east, Slaves from the west, but wisdom comes from Timbuktu!"
"Now I understand you, you are pardonned."
Khaled once again takes up his quill and notes:
On the 1st of Oktober 1430 The Sultan Yahya declared war on the Mossi tribes and crossed the border crushed their armies and layed siege to their capital. But before ending this war he also declared war on Mali on the day exactly one year after attacking the Mossi. On the 6th of June 1432 the Mossi were finally subjugated and included into the Moroccan empire. On the 1st of March 1435 Mali finally accepted their defeat and surrendered the great city of Timubktu with the center of trade and all its riches to Morocco.
But the sultan had not fought enough in his life. After a short time of imperial restructuring and promotion of tax collectors it was on the 1st of May 1426 that Morocco went to war with Dahomey ending in Dahomeys annexation on the 8th of august 1440. Now finally Yahya had found what he sought for, peace.
"Your sabre, the saddle, the boots, the knife, the chelabah, and now the water bottle. allah certainly send you to earth to constantly demonstrate to me that I have a mind so slow that someone could kill my camel by throwing ripe figs at it before I'd notice."
"Please don't speak so much, it only costs you strength."
Yussuf looks into the face of his old friend Ismael. Many a battle the two of them had fought together and only Allah knows how many times they played Sika against each other. But now when death is stepping between them all these times seem to deflate and reduce to a bleak point of misery.
"Did you hear, the war is over."
Yussuf tried to cheer up his old buddy.
"By the prophet, his brother and his donkey, that is me. Getting hit by probably one of the last arrows those damned Dahomey warriors shot in this war. It's just what had to happen to me, isn't it."
"Yep."
On his deathbed the great Sultan Yahya al Watassi is visited by Abu Abdul Amir for the last time.
"My friend, how come i am lying here dying of old age and you look no day older?"
"My Sultan, did you here that Mali annexed the Ashanti?"
"As always, countering my questions with another question. Well, so this one shall remain unanswered then. Please look after my son and try to show him a way to wisdom like you shown me."
"There is only one Timbuktu my Sultan."
"Yes, but there might be other cities with similar standing."
"Yes, tehre might."
And again Khaled takes up the quill:
On the 2nd of April 1452 the Sultanate of Morocco declared war upon the Hausa. A daring decision which later showed to be more than troublesome. Although there were a few early victories, later setbacks led to the war dragging on endlessly. Meanwhile troublesome priests and noblemen tried to undermine the central authority.
On the 4th of August 1457 desaster struck us as Bretagne, Genoa, France and Provence declared war upon on us and we had no ally o stand at our side. The north around Oran, Tanger and Fez was quickly flooded by enemies and we were threatened to be overrun.
Fortunately with a lucky breach in the south we were able to achieve peace with the Hausa (28 the Septermber 1457), depriving them of Zaria, forcing them into vasslization and taking 250 goldpieces.
But before the armies had time to relief the north, Oyo declared war upon us on the 23rd of Oktober 1457. The land was shaken with war and revolts started to show when the year 1459 approached.
(OOC: The end for this time. Morocco in 1457:
Provinces: Tanger, Fez, Orania, Toubkal, Sahara, Anti Atlas, Timbuktu, Gao, Say, Palanas, Zaria)
Trading Posts: Tassaret, Mdenna, Azaouad
Stability: 0
War with Oyo
War with Bretagne, France, Provence, Genoa
Money: 0
Tune in for the next, I promise it will be better. There are a few nasty events for Morocco coming up till 1497)