Update...
CSK said:
Hey, Murad is the Sultan! He has not to be sorry about anything he did!
Though, appointing him to a heir? He should at least have married the girl. Shame on you Murad!
Duke of Wellington said:
Go Murad. An illegitimate baby is in line for the throne? That can't have been good.
SunZyl said:
Illegitimate kids FTW. Now Murad just need to get him legitime.
Well, I had fun putting the random event into the AAR. I just had to make up a back story.
Simon-1979 said:
Hahahahahaah!
Like this - A LOT!
funny as hell!
please go on, you make me very happy - i think i would like to sing a little song, just out of joy
LA-LALALAL- FALALAALLA-LALA-ALALALAAL- FALALALA!.
* COW-TOWS TO THE WRITER*
Right...yeh...well...I'm not that funny...I think...I hope that isn't sarcasm...well...
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June 14th 1429
Çandarlı stumbled over the baby toys that littered the chamber’s floor. He trod on a squeaky elephant from Alexandria and cursed. Murad, who had been looking over the cradle with his wife, Hüma, the ex-serving girl, turned and frowned at him.
“Hush Çandarlı otherwise you’ll wake little Mehmed.”
“But sire, I have some important diplomatic news.”
“Can’t it wait till tomorrow?”
“Murad, you said that yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that. In fact, Granada’s been waiting for a reply for the last three months.”
Murad sighed. “I suppose you’re right. What is it?”
“Granada wants us to join a military alliance with them, Fez and Algiers.”
“What? Who are they?”
Çandarlı remembered when Murad had cracked that joke about how useless Algerians were two years ago at the annual diplomatic conference. He also reflected on the conversation that had started.
“Some nations to the east that I’ve never heard of.” lied Çandarlı.
“Well, I’ll accept their proposal. We need someone to kepp us safe don’t we Hüma?
“WHAT! KEEP US SAFE? WE’RE THE STRONGEST NATION IN OUR AREA.”
“ÇANDARLI! YOU’LL WAKE MEHMED.”
“MURAD DARLING, YOU…”
All three were droned out by the wailing of baby Mehmed. Hüma hushed him as Çandarlı secretly slipped out the room, rubbing his head where the chair had hit him during the fight at the annual diplomatic conference two years ago.
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October 23rd 1434
Çandarlı shuffled the papers on his desk as Ca Sa Ka walked in with little Mehmed and his daughter Handan in tow. He peered over his spectacles at them.
“Ah, you two. Sit down.”
The pair eargerly sat at there scholling desks, waiting for lessons to begin. 5 year old Handan raised her hand.
“Please Çandarlı, what are we doing today?”
Çandarlı smiled. “We’re doing a bit of History, then a little maths.”
Mehmed almost bounced out of his seat. History was his favourite subject. Ca Sa Ka calmed him down. Çandarlı thanked him, then started the lesson.
“On March 15th 1426, your dad declared war on the pitiful Byzantine Empire. Handan, your daddy brought some men to Constantinople. We sat outside their capital, waiting for them to surrender. A freak snowstorm in January set us back a bit, but in April, a great commander called Istanbal charged their gates and conquered them. He died in the attack, but Murad named the newly captured city, now our capital, Istanbul in his honour. It was the last war we fought.”
Mehmed raised a hand. “Why haven’t we had any more wars?”
Çandarlı thought for a moment. “Well, you came along, and the Ca Sa Ka’s wife had Hamadan and…”
He stopped and pondered for a moment. “Ca Sa Ka, could you take over? I need to go and talk to Murad about something.”
He left the room with a dull face.
