A letter arrives to the Prince, but as he isnt availible the courier hands it over to an servant who promises to deliver it.
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A young man, shortly out of his teens walks into the regal palace chambers. Dressed in the finest cloths that Europe can provide he has a fat ruby on each of his index fingers, obviously the son of a powerful noble by the looks. As he notices the gathered Lords and Ladies looking at him, a small smile appears at the corners of his mouth, as if they are gathered here for him. Although upon noticing the figure at the end of the chamber staring towards him, a slight blush comes to his cheeks and he absently rubs his hands, before hurrying to the throne. When he reaches the end of the dais he makes a very low dramatic bow, that looks well rehearsed as if in front of a mirror. Upon straightening up once more he begins to speak in a crisp voice that still carries a hint of boyish squeak to it.
"I bring tidings from King Philippe-Xavier d'Beaumont of Navarra to the Great King of Portugal."
Stopping to take a breath he continues on in a more subdued voice.
"Your Majesty,
It was with great pleasure that my King received the letter from you. He says that he is more then glad to exchange ambassadors with you and that I, Lord Armando Cordairo, third son of Duke Fernando Cordiaro, am to act as his representative to your realm. My King hopes that this is the start of a great friendship between our two realms and hopes that together we may bring even greater glory and prosperity to the Iberian people. I hope that Your Majesty meets with approval towards my appointment here. Also I beg that Your Majesty grace My Kings realm with an ambassador of your owns.”
With that Lord Cordairo bows low once again and steps back into the gathering of nobles.
"I bring tidings from King Philippe-Xavier d'Beaumont of Navarra to the Great King of Portugal."
Stopping to take a breath he continues on in a more subdued voice.
"Your Majesty,
It was with great pleasure that my King received the letter from you. He says that he is more then glad to exchange ambassadors with you and that I, Lord Armando Cordairo, third son of Duke Fernando Cordiaro, am to act as his representative to your realm. My King hopes that this is the start of a great friendship between our two realms and hopes that together we may bring even greater glory and prosperity to the Iberian people. I hope that Your Majesty meets with approval towards my appointment here. Also I beg that Your Majesty grace My Kings realm with an ambassador of your owns.”
With that Lord Cordairo bows low once again and steps back into the gathering of nobles.
Murad nods to the King. "Everything looks in order ... Ishak!"
The Second Vizier walks up to the Sultan. "Please put this in an appropriate form, with all relevant legalities and honorifics..." He waves his hand vaguely. The Second Vizier bows.
"While we wait," Murad asked, "would you care to try some of this? It is called coffee, a traditional Arabian drink..."
[x] Slave of God, powerful with the power of God, deputy of God on earth, obeying the commands of the Qur'an and enforcing them throughout the world, master of all lands, the shadow of God over all nations, Sultan of Sultans in all the lands of the Romans and the Ghazi, the seventh Sultan of the Ottoman Khans, Sultan, son of Sultan, bearing the name of the victor at the Field of Crows, Murad Khan.
The Second Vizier walks up to the Sultan. "Please put this in an appropriate form, with all relevant legalities and honorifics..." He waves his hand vaguely. The Second Vizier bows.
"While we wait," Murad asked, "would you care to try some of this? It is called coffee, a traditional Arabian drink..."
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The Marmara Accords
The Marmara Accords
- Portugal will hand care of Constantinople and the region of Thrace to the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire.
- No later than the end of the Great Wars, the Sultan shall negotiate for legal transfer of the territory from the Great Khan of the Golden Horde to himself.
- King Affonso and Sultan Murad II solemnly swear in the name of God never to make war so long as both shall live.
- King Affonso and Sultan Murad II solemnly swear in the name of God never to interfere in one another's foreign policy, to the other's detriment.
- The Kingdom of Portugal recognizes the Ottoman Empire as the sole legal heir to Rum and all the lands of the Eastern Caesars.
- Sultan Murad II grants privileges of movement and kind; and exemptions from undue tolls, levies, tariffs, and taxes for all Porguese traders within the Ottoman Empire.
- Sultan Murad II furthermore will allow Porguese scholars access to the imperial libraries, and associated scholars and translators, on the condition that King Affonso reciprocates.
- King Affonso withdraws from the Crusade, having fulfilled all dictates of Chivalry, Church, and Honor, and returns home with his armies unmolested.
[x] Slave of God, powerful with the power of God, deputy of God on earth, obeying the commands of the Qur'an and enforcing them throughout the world, master of all lands, the shadow of God over all nations, Sultan of Sultans in all the lands of the Romans and the Ghazi, the seventh Sultan of the Ottoman Khans, Sultan, son of Sultan, bearing the name of the victor at the Field of Crows, Murad Khan.
A letter arrives.
“Prince of Portugal,
Your request has been accepted. May Allah, the Mercyful grant your expedition a safe journey through our nation. You may wish to know that Alexandria holds a most extensive library of maps, covering many parts of Africa. You are welcome to visit it, then I will see to that boats are prepared for your men, so that you may have a quick and safe journey down the Nile. May your expedition grant both our nations new oppertunities of trade and prosperity.
Signed
Ahmed Abu Mazar, Grand Vizier of Cairo”
“Prince of Portugal,
Your request has been accepted. May Allah, the Mercyful grant your expedition a safe journey through our nation. You may wish to know that Alexandria holds a most extensive library of maps, covering many parts of Africa. You are welcome to visit it, then I will see to that boats are prepared for your men, so that you may have a quick and safe journey down the Nile. May your expedition grant both our nations new oppertunities of trade and prosperity.
Signed
Ahmed Abu Mazar, Grand Vizier of Cairo”
At Constantinople...
D. Affonso IV do Reino real de Portugal rises up, and bows to the Sultan. A big grin is upon his unshaven face. He takes a sip of thise coffee and is very happy.
Your majesty, good morning to you. I knew you were better at this then me. Please, allow us to end this once and for all. I have many pressing matters in Lisboa to attend, as my finacee. Haha! We are to be wed! Well back to business excuse me.
He fetches his page to get him his pen.
Aha....there we go. It is my and Portugal's pleasure. My merchants and people will be most pleased. I will not leave immediately despite my fiancee's desire. As I believe I have a bit of cleaning up to do. The Chivalry and Honor of Portugal is true and pure. We shall not leave until we have cleaned up the mess we created. Please, you are welcomed here as my guest, as I hope I am welcomed as well. Haha! Enjoy yourself my friend. I am off to aid my men.
He puts on his cap, and stands, with a most cheery and warming desposition upon his brow. He takes the Sultan's hand very firmly, and shakes it. He pats him on the back, and as he is leaving salutes him. He hops on his horse, and him and his page ride off to aid the men at the docks and city.
D. Affonso IV do Reino real de Portugal rises up, and bows to the Sultan. A big grin is upon his unshaven face. He takes a sip of thise coffee and is very happy.
Your majesty, good morning to you. I knew you were better at this then me. Please, allow us to end this once and for all. I have many pressing matters in Lisboa to attend, as my finacee. Haha! We are to be wed! Well back to business excuse me.
He fetches his page to get him his pen.
Aha....there we go. It is my and Portugal's pleasure. My merchants and people will be most pleased. I will not leave immediately despite my fiancee's desire. As I believe I have a bit of cleaning up to do. The Chivalry and Honor of Portugal is true and pure. We shall not leave until we have cleaned up the mess we created. Please, you are welcomed here as my guest, as I hope I am welcomed as well. Haha! Enjoy yourself my friend. I am off to aid my men.
He puts on his cap, and stands, with a most cheery and warming desposition upon his brow. He takes the Sultan's hand very firmly, and shakes it. He pats him on the back, and as he is leaving salutes him. He hops on his horse, and him and his page ride off to aid the men at the docks and city.
At Sagres...
A group of knights, holding the banner of the Ordem de Christo, with a group of Priests holding the banner of the Papal Authority, are seen marching into Caravels to make the journey into Africa.
A group of knights, holding the banner of the Ordem de Christo, with a group of Priests holding the banner of the Papal Authority, are seen marching into Caravels to make the journey into Africa.
A letter arives bearing the seal of the King of Navarra. It is too be delivered to the King of Portugal.
In Dongola, Northern Nubia
In the muslim city of Dongola, Prince Hasan ibn Saud reviewed the letter.
"Prestor John?
Who in Allah's name could that be? And what is Portugal?
I recall some visitors from Genua or was it Gunae? Nothing much resulted of that visit due to tensions with the Sultan. They must be more christians.
Oh well, the King should be delighted to see them, even if their presence here shall make my skin cringe. I will map them a route to avoid going through my lands.
Send word to Alexandria passage is given."
In the muslim city of Dongola, Prince Hasan ibn Saud reviewed the letter.
"Prestor John?
Who in Allah's name could that be? And what is Portugal?
I recall some visitors from Genua or was it Gunae? Nothing much resulted of that visit due to tensions with the Sultan. They must be more christians.
Oh well, the King should be delighted to see them, even if their presence here shall make my skin cringe. I will map them a route to avoid going through my lands.
Send word to Alexandria passage is given."
After a week of waiting, the word is given. A large Nubian guard informs the Portuguese party the King will see them now.
D. Affonso arrives home at Lisboa after an exhausting crusade, and an exhausting inqusition from his holiness. He comes home as a hero. His armies march off the boats in glory, holding high their golden treatures, they looted from Constantinople. Women lift their dresses in the happiness of recieving their husbands. The King was well recieved from his own family, and countless other bittering nobles in Portugal. In Portugal the word is everywhere of this great victory, as well as the King's honorable performence before his inquistion of the Constantinople affair before his holiness. The King has trully shown the highest valor and honor, for he holds true and close the Portuguese people, and piety.
At Cape Bogordur...
The vessels of Portugal led by Sir Alvaro Porto reach the southern mouth of the Canaries. They bounch around on the cape in again, fear. Sailors jump overboard at the thought of going over the edge of the World. The Captain held the crew steady however. The seas were not with them though. A sweeping wind from the Coasts of Africa and the Saharah was just too devastating. The waves were turbulent scorns of hell. The skies darkened with fury and blaze. It soon began to pour seemingly never ending tears from the peircing grey clouds. The water was discolored. It was no longer water, but a sea of white waves! Men became more dismembered, and frightful. They jumped over board, killed each other, and simply went insane. Alvaro's ship was lost, and now the crew was without a leader. This stirred up more chaos. The sitiuations seemed to be God's sign to turn back, but how could they? They don't even know where they are anymore! 13 out of 15 ships were lost. Only 2 emerged in the light of the following morn. With only 23 out of the once 250 men, they travelled to the Canaries...and will have to see how they could possibly get to Sagres...
The vessels of Portugal led by Sir Alvaro Porto reach the southern mouth of the Canaries. They bounch around on the cape in again, fear. Sailors jump overboard at the thought of going over the edge of the World. The Captain held the crew steady however. The seas were not with them though. A sweeping wind from the Coasts of Africa and the Saharah was just too devastating. The waves were turbulent scorns of hell. The skies darkened with fury and blaze. It soon began to pour seemingly never ending tears from the peircing grey clouds. The water was discolored. It was no longer water, but a sea of white waves! Men became more dismembered, and frightful. They jumped over board, killed each other, and simply went insane. Alvaro's ship was lost, and now the crew was without a leader. This stirred up more chaos. The sitiuations seemed to be God's sign to turn back, but how could they? They don't even know where they are anymore! 13 out of 15 ships were lost. Only 2 emerged in the light of the following morn. With only 23 out of the once 250 men, they travelled to the Canaries...and will have to see how they could possibly get to Sagres...
Princess Isabella runs into the arms of her returning hero, the King of all Portugal, and mastre de Avis, Affonso. She weeps in his arms, out of joy. He rests hands his sword to his page. The he takes her hand, and kisses it. She wispers unto him:
I wish to marry you tonight dear, never again I wish to depart from you in uncertainty. Please, let us marry at Sao Jorge tonight.
Affonso looks upon her peaceful and content face, he tries and utter words, but then, grasped by her beauty and innocence, he is weak. He simply smiles and nods his head.
She then gasps and pulls on his arms. Agreeing with her pulling, he follows, and together they rush to Sao Jorge Cathedral, of course, with thousands of cheering and extrememly happy and energized people.
At Nubia...
After some time, Sir Gil de Eannes recieves no words from Prestor John, and worse, he has been informed that the Kingdom was heretic. Thus he takes his leave saddly, and with no success, him and his team return to the port of Alexandria, and when their ships arrive, they say good bye to Africa for a while...
A week later:
Sir Gil de Eannes returns to Sagres, waiting the scold from their Prince. Prince Henrique presents himself unto the ashamed group:
I know of your reason here. I know of your failures...however, they are not failures, they are misintrepations. Let us put this aside us, as a mistake on the Pope's part, and continue in search of Prestor John, hm?
Relieved Gil and his crew agree.
After some time, Sir Gil de Eannes recieves no words from Prestor John, and worse, he has been informed that the Kingdom was heretic. Thus he takes his leave saddly, and with no success, him and his team return to the port of Alexandria, and when their ships arrive, they say good bye to Africa for a while...
A week later:
Sir Gil de Eannes returns to Sagres, waiting the scold from their Prince. Prince Henrique presents himself unto the ashamed group:
I know of your reason here. I know of your failures...however, they are not failures, they are misintrepations. Let us put this aside us, as a mistake on the Pope's part, and continue in search of Prestor John, hm?
Relieved Gil and his crew agree.
As Affonso and Isabella rushed to the Chapel, the wedding was preparred for the following day. Excitement filled the air. The next morn Affonso and Isabella was wed. Fernando and Lady Erin were wed as well. The weddings were kept brief, and behind closed doors, as the weddies wished of it, as they could be happy together. Soon after, Isabella was crowned Queen of Portugal, and Lady Erin was crowned Princess of Portugal, and Princess of Scotland. The newly wed couples, ran around the city celebrating, and basking in their happiness.
Veneto
As the Duke of Douro was addressing the Doge and his advisors, Vedramino gives a slight nod to guards stationed at the Dukes Flanks. He, almost politely allows the Duke to finish his rant before the guards apprehend and chain the man.
The shocked Duke begins to yell in Indignation before being cut off by the Doge.
My Good Duke, you have spoken your last words in my Palazzo for quite some time. Your people have shown themselves to be a a treacherous breed of heathen collaborating mercenaries. Who would betray the Pope himself to satisfy their own selfish needs.
Relay those sentiments to your " King".
The Duke is allowed to send of a scroll before being thrown in the Dungeon with the common thieves of Venice.
As the Duke of Douro was addressing the Doge and his advisors, Vedramino gives a slight nod to guards stationed at the Dukes Flanks. He, almost politely allows the Duke to finish his rant before the guards apprehend and chain the man.
The shocked Duke begins to yell in Indignation before being cut off by the Doge.
My Good Duke, you have spoken your last words in my Palazzo for quite some time. Your people have shown themselves to be a a treacherous breed of heathen collaborating mercenaries. Who would betray the Pope himself to satisfy their own selfish needs.
Relay those sentiments to your " King".
The Duke is allowed to send of a scroll before being thrown in the Dungeon with the common thieves of Venice.
Elizabeth Stuart sister of Princess Erin enters She gives Erin a letter/
Erin Open the Letter inside are the Accounts of the Trial and Execution of Erins Brother (EXECUTED) and her sister isabelle.
Eight Soldiers entered the hall of the Castle of Linlithgow. They Surrounded two feeble looking prisoners Prince Henry and Princess Isabelle Stuart. These two people are on trial for the Organisation of The murder of James I of Scotland.
The Queen Regant stands.
Henry and Isabelle you have been brought here on a charge of Treason. We have sunstatial evidance to suggest that you plotted and paid for the performing of his Celestrial highness the Late King James I. Do You confess?
Both Stuarts look sad.
Henry Spoke.
NO I SHALL NOT CONFESS A CRIME WHICH IS NOT MINE.
The Trial proceeded. Over 60 people addmitted that either Henry or Isabelle approached them on several occasions trying to force them into a Plot to Murder James, Joan and the infant Queen (Most Recent Plot). After an Hour Isabelle stood Up.
Alright I confess I did organise the Death of my Brother and id do it again to. He was planning on selling this fair land to the Murderous French She looked at Joan Beaufort. You were the cause of this. He was willing to retire to Brittany with you leaving Scotland to the French. Yes Henry helped me he got me involved.
Joan stood.
Isabelle and Henry we Find you both Guilt of Treason. As you Isabelle are a women and a Princess we shall allow you to retire to a monastary at Holyrood. Guards remove her. Henry Stuart Prince of Scotland you are found Guilty of Treason. From this Place you will be taken to the Yard infront of this Hall. And on the Scaffhold your Head severed from your Body.
Henry was led from the Hall. All the Spectators in the Stands spat and jeered at the man who murdered there King.
He walked the steps onto the Scaffhold.
His last words were.
I die for a cause that took justice upon a Man who betrayed Scotland.
He placed his head of the Block.
THE AXE FELL.
His Head was decapitated in one single blow. Henrys head was not displayed but his body was placed in a hole and quicklime was poured over it to stop pretenders showing their heads.
Erin Open the Letter inside are the Accounts of the Trial and Execution of Erins Brother (EXECUTED) and her sister isabelle.
Eight Soldiers entered the hall of the Castle of Linlithgow. They Surrounded two feeble looking prisoners Prince Henry and Princess Isabelle Stuart. These two people are on trial for the Organisation of The murder of James I of Scotland.
The Queen Regant stands.
Henry and Isabelle you have been brought here on a charge of Treason. We have sunstatial evidance to suggest that you plotted and paid for the performing of his Celestrial highness the Late King James I. Do You confess?
Both Stuarts look sad.
Henry Spoke.
NO I SHALL NOT CONFESS A CRIME WHICH IS NOT MINE.
The Trial proceeded. Over 60 people addmitted that either Henry or Isabelle approached them on several occasions trying to force them into a Plot to Murder James, Joan and the infant Queen (Most Recent Plot). After an Hour Isabelle stood Up.
Alright I confess I did organise the Death of my Brother and id do it again to. He was planning on selling this fair land to the Murderous French She looked at Joan Beaufort. You were the cause of this. He was willing to retire to Brittany with you leaving Scotland to the French. Yes Henry helped me he got me involved.
Joan stood.
Isabelle and Henry we Find you both Guilt of Treason. As you Isabelle are a women and a Princess we shall allow you to retire to a monastary at Holyrood. Guards remove her. Henry Stuart Prince of Scotland you are found Guilty of Treason. From this Place you will be taken to the Yard infront of this Hall. And on the Scaffhold your Head severed from your Body.
Henry was led from the Hall. All the Spectators in the Stands spat and jeered at the man who murdered there King.
He walked the steps onto the Scaffhold.
His last words were.
I die for a cause that took justice upon a Man who betrayed Scotland.
He placed his head of the Block.
THE AXE FELL.
His Head was decapitated in one single blow. Henrys head was not displayed but his body was placed in a hole and quicklime was poured over it to stop pretenders showing their heads.
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