Chapter 4: The Ties that Bind
In the halls of the Golden Gate, Timur sought respite, For the will of Allah would not be met his life. With maps arrays and troops accounted, he knew he would meet Allah with his task unfulfilled. Timur knew despair. Histories revealed the lands of great conquerors splinter and are lost. Temujin, called Genghis, or Alexander, alike. What ties to bind his lands together, and see Allah's will be done?
His counsellors and emirs were called from their distant demenses, his vassal princes from their palaces, his generals and scholars and diplomats, too. From Acre to Ajmer, messengers spread his word.
Across the lands, their words returned, "We are coming great Khan." Save for one. Of his old friend Toktamysh, not a word was heard. All was silence to the north.
His princes, emirs, and scholars flowed into Baghdad and filled its abodes. From the Kazakhs and Nogai to Georgia to Chagatai, the learned and the strong in Baghdad arrived. And still, his friend was missing.
He asked questions of history and trade, of the building of roads and pallisades. He asked for submission, from the Georgians and the Turks. He asked how the Greeks knew the circumference of the earth. And still no word from the north.
The Georgians submitted, and offered their crown. The Turks then kneeled upon the ground. Titles were granted and lands were gained. Histories were found, and studied again. And yet, his friend was missing.
As plans were begun to consolidate his rule and architects discovered new tools, a horn rang out, a deep trumpet's blare. A procession was marching along the thoroughfare.
The fore of the march was the Horde's kurultai, with a stone casket lifted up high. The trumpets blared a mournful sound, and Timur arose. From his throne he strode to the Golden Palace steps, and he thrust his spear to the sky. He spoke the Salat al-Janazah.
The procession halted at the base of the steps, and the rites were performed. With the kurultai still assembled, Temur Qutlugh knelt to the Khagan. "Khagan, Toktamysh rests in Paradise with Allah. We have chosen a new Khan."
Around his sorror, Timur's anger grew. The new khan was his to chose, it was his due. Before he could speak, Qutlugh continued, "Caliph Khagan, my lord, we request you. We are your brothers; our horses are fast, our arms are strong, are spears are shards, our bows shoot long. Before Allah, we submit ourselves and our lands, for together we will crush our enemies, see them driven before us, and hear the lamentations of their women."
And thus, Caliph Khagan Timur took the lands of the Golden Horde, and the world shuddered.
Gameplay:
I was waiting for my infamy to drop and for the truces with Delhi and Rajputana to end. I diplo-annexed Georgia and Qara Koyunlu, and then got lucky with a second Architectural Developments and an Excellent Diplomancy. There were a few bad events that lead to about 40k rebels between Anatolia and the provinces I got from Rajputana and Delhi, and I had just gotten back to stability 3. And then, I get a message that I inherited the Golden Horde, which about doubled the number of cores I had, removing the overextension effect and skyrocketing my income. Note, I got the cores because we're in the same cultural group (Tartar and Uzbek are both Altaic cultures). In addition to having slightly more provinces than Ming, I'd been having a fair it of luck with events, and realized that I could Westernize with just one more slider move together with forming the Mughal Empire. Seriously, 1410 was the most amazing year ever.