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But the sources telling about the crowning there is plenty of, it seems to be a happy event for the special invited to the celebrations at the royal castle. One incident later that evening when young Constantine had a little much to drink, a venetian merchant describes like this in a letter to back home: “When the musicians started to play again, the king, with his crown under his arm, jumped up on one table and started to dance. His expensive clothes was coloured red after a little accident with his cup, and his performance where accompanied with laughter from the audience. The number ended with a pretty aching bottom the day after, when he finally fell to the floor. Such are the nobles of this strange country.” Others, as a noble from Moldavia, thought: “the Nobles here seems to be diving in lust and sin, and the most sinning is their new king, disgusting.” It should be said that this man was very strict and believing, and did possibly demand more from a country that called themselves the Defender of the True Faith.
The first years under his reign also showed witch kind of king he was, he made both the army and the navy considerably larger, and made a holy alliance with the Venetians, the Wallachians and the Moldavians. That he was planning a future that consisted of war nobody doubted, but when and where. The position of a long lasting peace at that stage was impossible, the cost for the army was to high, with the state treasury becoming smaller all the time. Constantine also showed another side of himself, as the leader. His reputation as a juste and able man among his ranks was big, and the soldiers where prepared to follow him wherever he goes. It was time for him to reveal his plans.
The first years under his reign also showed witch kind of king he was, he made both the army and the navy considerably larger, and made a holy alliance with the Venetians, the Wallachians and the Moldavians. That he was planning a future that consisted of war nobody doubted, but when and where. The position of a long lasting peace at that stage was impossible, the cost for the army was to high, with the state treasury becoming smaller all the time. Constantine also showed another side of himself, as the leader. His reputation as a juste and able man among his ranks was big, and the soldiers where prepared to follow him wherever he goes. It was time for him to reveal his plans.
Oh, sorry. Time is a very relative thing...
I have been busy for a couple of days, but I will start write on the next update immediately.
I post it today or tomorrow, promise.
I have been busy for a couple of days, but I will start write on the next update immediately.
I post it today or tomorrow, promise.
“Finally, from the top of the hill could I see the shoreline. For a long time I had travelled but finally the Mediterranean laid before me. I had tried out my immortality in different ways. The first, and most inescapable, was the body’s lack of water. After walking of from the ruins in to the desert I didn’t have any water available. After only a half a hour I could feel the urge of something to drink, but my body could move on, my body could move on forever, but the urge was always there and grew worse and worse. It was like every part of my body stretched after water, the pain was almost unbearable, and the strongest I had been trough so far. When I finally found a oasis I couldn’t stop drinking for at least half an hour, as a normal man I should be dead long before that. The next test my body went trough was, logically, the lack of food. This urge was almost similar to the urge for water, but not as strong. It was not easy finding any food in the desert, and I kept on going for weeks, maybe months, without food. The final test became the worst, arriving to the shore of what I later new as the Red Sea, I decided to try to walk on the bottom, under water, an innocent experiment I thought. It appeared that nothing was more painful for my body than the lack of oxygen. Already after a little while my body felt like it was being thorn apart. The pain almost made me go insane, but at last I went into the sweet unconsciousness.
I woke up in a fisherman’s hut. The old fisherman was bowing over me, giving me a toothless grin, saying on Arabic: “Found you drifting with the tide, thought you where dead, without me you would be halfway to India now.” Slowly my brain remembered what had happened, and I promised myself never to do it again.
I stayed with the friendly fisherman for some weeks, learning the craftsmanship of fishing. Finally I decided to move on, and could come with a ship going to the north of the Red Sea.
From where I was set to shore there was only a week of travelling left to the Mediterranean. I simply took of north with a single bottle of water hoping to find water on the way, but when a week had gone I hadn’t been able to fill my bottle more than one time. The pain of thirst started to set in, but my relief when I climbed the last hill and looked down on what was on the other side was the bigger.”
- From the holy diary of Markus, Museum of History, Constantinople
I woke up in a fisherman’s hut. The old fisherman was bowing over me, giving me a toothless grin, saying on Arabic: “Found you drifting with the tide, thought you where dead, without me you would be halfway to India now.” Slowly my brain remembered what had happened, and I promised myself never to do it again.
I stayed with the friendly fisherman for some weeks, learning the craftsmanship of fishing. Finally I decided to move on, and could come with a ship going to the north of the Red Sea.
From where I was set to shore there was only a week of travelling left to the Mediterranean. I simply took of north with a single bottle of water hoping to find water on the way, but when a week had gone I hadn’t been able to fill my bottle more than one time. The pain of thirst started to set in, but my relief when I climbed the last hill and looked down on what was on the other side was the bigger.”
- From the holy diary of Markus, Museum of History, Constantinople
“Finally, from the top of the hill could I see the shoreline. For a long time I had travelled but finally the Mediterranean laid before me. I had tried out my immortality in different ways. The first, and most inescapable, was the body’s lack of water. After walking of from the ruins in to the desert I didn’t have any water available. After only a half a hour I could feel the urge of something to drink, but my body could move on, my body could move on forever, but the urge was always there and grew worse and worse. It was like every part of my body stretched after water, the pain was almost unbearable, and the strongest I had been trough so far. When I finally found a oasis I couldn’t stop drinking for at least half an hour, as a normal man I should be dead long before that. The next test my body went trough was, logically, the lack of food. This urge was almost similar to the urge for water, but not as strong. It was not easy finding any food in the desert, and I kept on going for weeks, maybe months, without food. The final test became the worst, arriving to the shore of what I later new as the Red Sea, I decided to try to walk on the bottom, under water, an innocent experiment I thought. It appeared that nothing was more painful for my body than the lack of oxygen. Already after a little while my body felt like it was being thorn apart. The pain almost made me go insane, but at last I went into the sweet unconsciousness.
I woke up in a fisherman’s hut. The old fisherman was bowing over me, giving me a toothless grin, saying on Arabic: “Found you drifting with the tide, thought you where dead, without me you would be halfway to India now.” Slowly my brain remembered what had happened, and I promised myself never to do it again.
I stayed with the friendly fisherman for some weeks, learning the craftsmanship of fishing. Finally I decided to move on, and could come with a ship going to the north of the Red Sea.
From where I was set to shore there was only a week of travelling left to the Mediterranean. I simply took of north with a single bottle of water hoping to find water on the way, but when a week had gone I hadn’t been able to fill my bottle more than one time. The pain of thirst started to set in, but my relief when I climbed the last hill and looked down on what was on the other side was the bigger.”
- From the holy diary of Markus, Museum of History, Constantinople
I woke up in a fisherman’s hut. The old fisherman was bowing over me, giving me a toothless grin, saying on Arabic: “Found you drifting with the tide, thought you where dead, without me you would be halfway to India now.” Slowly my brain remembered what had happened, and I promised myself never to do it again.
I stayed with the friendly fisherman for some weeks, learning the craftsmanship of fishing. Finally I decided to move on, and could come with a ship going to the north of the Red Sea.
From where I was set to shore there was only a week of travelling left to the Mediterranean. I simply took of north with a single bottle of water hoping to find water on the way, but when a week had gone I hadn’t been able to fill my bottle more than one time. The pain of thirst started to set in, but my relief when I climbed the last hill and looked down on what was on the other side was the bigger.”
- From the holy diary of Markus, Museum of History, Constantinople
Nice... ever though of chopping your head off or loosing a leg or two??? Or do you have "limited immortality, loss of limbs is not covered in guarantee agreement?"
Let me do some calculations... 1 installment about the game, infinte number story-telling 
I like it
I like it
In a month or two? Ok, I go for that...
Just kidding, I have allready started the game, but you will continuesly follow Markus anyway, next update soon.
Just kidding, I have allready started the game, but you will continuesly follow Markus anyway, next update soon.