- ARCHIVE - Court of Algier

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Uthman ibn Abbas languidly tosses a grape into the air, catching it in his mouth with the easy air of someone who has had much practice. Several of the ladies who trailed after him in his wanderings applauded appreciatively.

"The way I see it," he announced, "Shi'ites have no claim to any of this land; they are lucky the Caliph has not called for a jihad to sweep them from what scraps they still hold!"

 

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A messenger arrives and hands the Amir a message from the King of Portugal. He then leaves.

Heathen,
If I may be so blunt as to ask, why have you ignored the true faith of Roma?Will you not accept Catholic Missionaries in your lands? My patience for you and your faith has ran low, and I ask for the sake of our relations, to accept missionaries.
Sincerly,
King Joao of Portugal

 

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Kaleb l Rashid Ibn Azzan breaks out in a great laugh when reading the letter from Portugal. “Sending missionaries!? HAHAHAHAHAHA Let them send some christian missionaries we could use some for our target practicing.”

 

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Uthman ibn Abbas looked up from the raunchy poem he had been composing for his newest lady friend when the new Amr entered.

"Great Kaleb | Rashid ibn Azzan," he intoned, "why does your delegate to the Conclave in Konya speak of assassinations? Did not the Emir and his family expire of natural, if unfortuitous, means?"

 

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A Moorisque slave from the Royal court of Portugal arrives before the Amir and falls to his feet, delivering a message, only to reluctantly return home to Portugal...

Slave,
Ha! Hmm...I wonder, was your mother intoxicated when you were in her whom? Remember, you are speaking to your master, a Catholic King of the West. Moors like you, shouldn't be talking so highly of your pathetic selves. You are all subjects of the Catholic Church, and it is only a matter of time before you come to realize this. You only defeated us, as we ran out of time. We shall not make the same mistake twice. Remember you fool, and take this piece of advice carefully, we are not afraid of some backward African pirate scum of Barabary, and with the power of the true faith, we can crush you in a single blow, so minch your words. So if you shall not convert, perhaps you wish for a different engagment?
Master of Barabary,
King Joao of Portugal

 

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Kaleb l Rashid answers the ottoman ambassador.

“Of course he died a natural death. A man should always be carefull when eating mushrooms, the former Amir wasnt. And for the so called delegate from Algier in Konya. He is no longer the Amirates delegate. He have been found guilty for high treason, acqusing me of being involved in the Amirs death. I will soon send a more honorable man to the Conclave.”

 

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Kaleb l Rashid answers the ottoman ambassador.

“Of course he died a natural death. A man should always be carefull when eating mushrooms, the former Amir wasnt. And for the so called delegate from Algier in Konya. He is no longer the Amirates delegate. He have been found guilty for high treason, acqusing me of being involved in the Amirs death. I will soon send a more honorable man to the Conclave.”

Uthman ibn Abbas froze, his hand halfway to his mouth. Slowly he lowered the mushroom back down to the bowl.

"Yes ... one s-should be careful." Looking a bit green, he rushed from the court.

 

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“Mwahahahaha. Not afraid!? Of course he is afraid. He is just to stupid to relize that” Kaleb spoke for him self when reading the letter from Portugal. “Well if they not gonna send any missionaries to us, maybe we should go to them and drag some back to us. We could use some women also. I realy have a need of enlarging my harem.”

 

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a message is posted in all Algieriean cities and is sent to the Amir's court.

"Your Amir is afraid. He is to scared to reply to the great and mighty Mamelukes.

Let him come out in single combat...his champion versus the Mamlukian champion. Of course the result is predictable, but it will allow him to keep some honour.

Written by the Sultan's own hand

Your Amir is a lying, thieving, dishonourable man who cannot stand up for himself."

 

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A man walks in carring a laarge box in both hands he bowed and began to speak
"I am Borkâ-Anum ambassitor from the Hedjaz, Al-Hasan the second has accepted your suggestion to trade ambassitors. Here is a gift I brought, they are exspensive spices from the hills of Mecca."
Borkâ-Anum opened the chest displing the spices
"These are considered sacred and will bring good fortune to you and add some kick to your meal

 

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a messager arrives from cairo

"I have no wish to war or quarel with you. Let us return to a more peaceful surrounding, we should not trouble each other and i beg forgiveness if i have done so. If I did it was a moment of passing madness."

 

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Borkâ-Anum spoke to the Amir,
"My father has become ill and I must return home to help care for him, a thousand pardons."

(OOC- leaving since Algiers is going NPC)