The World of Athariah

The World of Athariah

Only Egyptians May Rule Egypt: For The Kingdom

For The Kingdom

12 May 803
Alexandria

The city was alive with the sound of laughter and clapping. Suhail decided to throw a lavished festival for his son Haroun's birthday. While all his children got lavished parties only Alia and Haroun's got whole festivals. Every vassal was invited to take part in the celebration.

Suhail sat with his youngest children and watched as the fire eater did his act. The children looked amazed. When Sholah walked up followed by a man Suhail did not recognize. She commanded the man wait until they spoke. She observed the show for a bit and whispered into Sholah, "I have a bit interesting news."

Suhail gave her a sideways glance before allowing Tintifawin to take care them. He stood up. He and Sholah walked over to the man. He bowed low, "My liege. Thank you for your invitation to honor your son's birth." Everyone was too in grossed by the fire eater to notice or even care that Suhail was not there. They walked to an adjacent room. Away from the prying eyes and listening ears of the court.

"You are most welcome. Who are you?"

"Forgive I am Is'mail the Wali of the Grand City of Akordat," he said looking at Suhail.

"I thank you for coming such a long way. I normally would not give an audience in such informal manner. But since you come such a long way already. What do you wish to discuss?"

"I bring troubling news. I wish not to cause a rift between you and Allah."

"Is'mail if you can do something like that my faith must be a terrible thing indeed."

"Forgive me but it not you and Allah. But you and your court iman Hisham."

"Why you cause a rift between him and I?" Suhail moved to focus on the man better.

"Hisham as been spreading vicious rumors to slander your character." Suhail crossed his arms in front of him and Sholah nodded for him to continue.

"Hisham came to me one day. He told me of how he has spoken with Allah. And that Allah said Suhail and his progeny are all demons in the skin of man. That they will bring strife to the land."

Suhail sighed, "I do not doubt your tale. But I will not do anything without proof."

Sholah spoke up before him, "I have several other sheikhs saying the exact same thing." Suhail did not look pleased. Hisham had been is court imam for a long time. There was no one he trusted more with the spiritual health of his family. But now he was going to have to do something.

"Gather the court together immediately," Suhail said as he walked over to the guards. A simple nod was the only response before he walked off. It didn't take long for the court. They were already inside the Great Hall. Hisham was conveniently the last to enter.

Suhail sat at his throne his eyes closed. Despite the festival it was quiet here. The great doors were closed. Suhail slowly opened his eyes, "Hisham. I have a question."

Hisham took his usual place at court, "Ask my liege and I will answer to the best of my abilities." Sholah moved beside some guards. Hisham took note of her new position but thought nothing of it.

"What does the holy words in the Quran say on the matter of slander?" Suhail asked .

"For what reasons do you ask my liege?"

"It has come my attention that someone has committed the crime of slander. I simply wish to be line with the words of Allah as spoke through Muhhamad," Suhail said with a pleasant smile.

"Commendable. You are a shiny example to all," Hisham said.

"You flatter me. Please enlighten us."

Hisham walked out in from of the court. He spoke loud and clear for all to hear him. "The words of Allah says to accuse someone of slander, you need four witnesses."

Suhail turned toward Sholah, "Can the accuser produce four witnesses?"

Sholah yelled back to him, "I can produce eight."

Hisham nodded, "Allah be praise. The Quran that unto every man among them will be paid that which he had earned in sin, and as for he among them with the greater share therein, his will be a great torment."

"So let me get this straight. In order for the accuser to make an accusation he needs four witnesses. And his punishment is a great torment," Suhail said as he leaned forward.

"Yes, my liege." Suhail smiled and nodded to Sholah. She pointed to Hisham, "Arrest him." Surprise and panic paralyzed Hisham. The guards had no problems subduing him.

"My liege was is the meaning of this? Have I not served you faithfully?"

"Faithfully? You enjoy the bounty of my lands and have the nerve to try to turn the people against me. I have eight witnesses to your crime of slander against myself and my line. In your own words you are to suffer a great torment. Taking him to the oubliette until I am ready to deal with him."

Hisham started spitting curse and abuses until he was out of the great hall. "Please forgive the interruption. Let's continue celebrating."

Days pass without incident, the festival died down. He sat on his throne reading the latest reports. When a guard walked in with Abdul-Salaam, the Emir of Tabghach. Suhail looked up to see the much older much wiser man heading in his direction.

"My friend I was unaware you were coming to visit me," Suhail said standing up to greet him.

"I needed to meet you" he said looking around, "I have grave matters to discuss."

"Surely this matter could have been conveyed over our usual correspondence. At the very least I could prepare a proper welcome."

"These matter are of the upmost importance and I couldn't just put in a letter to being intercepted."

Suhail motioned for the door, "Come let us walk the gardens and talk." Suhail walked with Abdul-Salaam through the corridors.

"What grave matters must we discuss?"

"What if I said it is time for you to make your move," Abdul-Salaam stated, "what would your answer be?"

"I would ask you what do you mean?" The pair continued walk through the corridors until they reached the gardens.

"Do not play coy with me."

"I am but a humble servant," Suhail began but did not finish.

"Your alliance with Isa Nobatia has upset the balance of power. In your heart sleeps a fire. That could burn hot in the rain." Abdul-Salaam interrupted, "You are the most powerful of the emirs. Several sheikhs swear fealty to you. Your power grow without end. No one would dare challenge you. The time is now to seize the sultanate for yourself."

Suhail thought for a moment. It was true all that Abdul-Salaam had said. He power was expanding. To be honest he was planning to conquer Nobatia soon. But as sultan Isa will either fall in line or lose his head. "How do you suggest I proceed?"

"Your army alone outnumbered the armies of the Sultan. As the saying goes it far easier to predict what a bird might do then a mad man. Even just three small territories to his name. He may attempt to fight it out with you."

"Then I will fight it out with him. It would be a war of attrition. Without staunch allies he would not last long."

"No. Deposing him must not interfere with the peasantry. A safer smoother transition is best for all."

"How I would achieve a smooth war?"

"By letting the sultan see you have an overwhelming advantage and it would best for him not to fight you."

"My question is how? My forces number two thousand strong. Hardly overwhelming. Isa will merely watch but not fight against the sultan."

"With two other emirs you could an overwhelming force at your back. And do not worry about Isa. He will get his soon."

"Where would I find two such conspirators?"

"I am willing. Dawud was my sultan. Not the insane whorespawn of a lowborn harlot."

"And the other?"

"What if I tell about a particular Prince that a certain grievance against our sultan?" Suhail raised an eyebrow at that.

"Whom?"

"Prince Abdul-Wahab the Whisperer." Suhail laughed and walked away. He returned seconds later.

"Oh that was an amusing joke. But who is the really second?"

"I just told you."

"Are you mad? He is a deceitful craven cur. A known adulterer. But I could forgive all that I could if he was a murderer as well."

"Abdul-Wahab is willing to back you. He hates his brother. And would like to see nothing more than to see him overthrown."

"What will this help cost me?"

"My help is free. If I have to be lorded over I want someone I respect."

"Thank you. And the murderer's price?"

"Prince Abdul-Wahab wants a pardon. He wants to be forgiven for his hand being involved in that murder. He wants to invited back to court."

"He wants to overturn his exile?"

"Yes. Combined we have an army four thousand strong."

"Very well. I will agree to this. We will present the Sultan with our ultimatum. On the third day on new month at the We will bring our armies to his very doorstep and if Allah will it I will be sultan."

The appointed day came. Three great armies descended on Cairo blocking all the gates. Suhail followed by Sholah and Abdul-Wahab entered the city. Then they enter the palace. Sultan Yahya was on his throne when they entered.

"Thank Allah you are here. There are several armies. We need to get word to our allies."

Suhail said nothing.

"Suhail? Why are you not doing anything? Do you not see the danger we are in?"

Suhail took a step forward. "Sultan Yahya. Long has your line ruled Egypt but no longer. Right now you have three armies awaiting to descend upon you. The capital will be destroyed. You and all of your soldiers will be killed. However there is a way to save yourself."

"How do I avoid this fate?"

"Given up your title of Sultan of Egypt to me and I will let you maintain your title of Emir of Cairo."

Only Egyptians May Rule Egypt: Victory Is Almost Ours: Part Two

Victory Is Almost Ours Part Two

12 December 803

City of Quf

Suhail lead the charge himself this time. Behind another great host of the last true Egyptians. Suhail had nothing to fear from Sultan. In this war he could throw everything he had into the fight. Before him Murad ibn Abdullah, the deformed regent, awaited.

Suhail called out to his opponent, "Murad ibn Abdullah! Let us exchange words before we exchange blows."

"Very well," a voice called out front behind the column of enemy soldiers. Murad trotted up on a charger. His silver mask hid his disfigured face. Suhail forced his mount forward. The two met halfway between their respective armies alone.

"Speak quick," Murad wheezed out. As if he had difficulty breathing.

"Why not surrender? Why not persuade your nephew to swear fealty to me. I promise to allow him to keep you petty title as sheikh of Aswan," Suhail said with a satisfied smile. "And you lives as a sign of my good intentions."

"You are a bold one. We outnumbered you. Yet you still cling to victory." Murad said, "I was right to fear you eight years ago."

"Yes calling on Sultana's hatred of my father. I was awestruck."

"But it seems that trick is no longer usable."

"Yes. The lunatic on the throne now hasn't the strength to stop me. Just like you don't. I was hoping to avoid bloodshed." Suhail said reining in his charger.

"Then retreat. I promise to spare you not pursue."

"I am sorry Murad. But I can not."

"May Allah bring you favor in this battle," Murad said as he turned his mount around.

"May Allah bring you favor in this battle." Suhail turned his mount around and trotted back to his line. He turned toward the enemies. He drew his sword and pointed it at Murad. Across the battlefield, Murad was doing the same.

In the capital of Aswan

Sholah lead a group that laid siege to Aswan. With the army of her daughter's betrothed alongside the mercenaries. It was only matter of time.

Isa Nobatia watched his army scaled the walls of the capital from the hill. He turned to his future in-laws with a pleased smile.

"It is only a matter of time now," Isa said stuffing his face with food. Sholah and Amumet turned her up in disgust.

"I would not underestimate a siege." Amumet said as she motioned with her hand for a servant.

"My lady?"

"Tell the general to reinforce the right flank," Amument stated.

"The hunchbacked will try to flee through that side once the city is captured."

The servant nodded and disappeared among the encampment. Isa snorted, "What make you so sure about that?"

Sholah turned to Isa and walked closer, she spoke, " He is a child not versed in the ways of war. His uncle army is fighting my husband in Quena. He will try to reach him."

Isa snorted again and clapped his hands, "Allah has bless my family with our union. My son and your daughter. Not only did I again a powerful and cunning ally but favor of a sultan."

Amumet and Sholah shot sideways glance at Isa. Isa laughed and stood up, "Do you think your husband is the only one with dreams for the sultanate? The sultan is a fool. A crazy fool. I doubt he will enjoy a long fruitful life. Especially as Emir Suhail grows in power. And you husband is the strongest emir right now."

He walked over to Sholah. He then placed a hand on her shoulder, " I am lucky I guess. I am happy with my territory. So as long as your husband lets me and mine keep our territory, he can have the sultanate."

Sholah forced a smile to her face, "I see. I will tell him as such."

"Good. Well I have a desire to lead from the front. We will dine in the city." Sholah watched as Isa mounted and rode off. Amumet spit at his chair.

"This alliance not last long. I will not allow his foul spawn to have my daughter," Sholah said un-balling her fist.

"Do not worry. Only an Egyptian may rule Egypt."

The siege lasted only one month. With attackers attacking in random intervals to confuse the defenders. When it became clear that his uncle army would not returning, Abdullah surrendered. Sholah escorted Abdullah to Quena's City of Quf where Suhail held Murad. He was conducted into the city with much ceremony. Though he was sure it was more for Sholah's victory. Sholah escorted Abdullah into the palace. She allowed him brief reunion with his uncle, who had been under house arrest since his capture. They were separated after a while. Each night, the rooms they occupied changed to different rooms in different wings. If someone was going to rescue them they were going to need the powers of foresight.

After about four days of this they were both dressed in finery and brought for Suhail in the Great Hall. The now fifteen year old walked defeated up to the usurper. There to spectate were many of the sheikhs and shiekha that once served him. Isa stood with his son Al-Mughirah and his other children. Isa was here to gloat and introduce Al-Mughirah to bride-to-be Alia.

On the thrones was Suhail and Sholah with his three other wives behind him in mundane chairs. All dressed in finery with Suhail's and Sholah's cloth looking more exquisite. All Suhail's children save the youngest were around as well. The twins held each other's hand and stood beside their mother. Again dressed in finery with Haroun's looking far closer to Suhail's then most. Alia continued to glance over Al-Mughirah as other looked forward.

Murad and Abdullah walked down toward Suhail behind two guards. They stopped when guards stopped. The guard bowed to Suhail and Sholah. Then took a position in front of them.

"I applaud your wisdom, Abdullah," Suhail said looking at him.

"To spare my people the suffering, I will any shame."

"There is no shame in surrendering. Especially to me child. I am just more experienced. I hoped to spare you this fate years ago. When you were too young to know what was going on. But your uncle only delayed it."

"Our territory is yours. We have surrendered. You have won, Suhail. Release us or kill us," Murad said. It was difficult to tell but Suhail knew he was angry underneath his mask, "Either way end this farce."

"Uncle be silent." Murad turned to Abdullah and bowed his head, " Emir Suhail please forgive my uncle. He speaks out of love."

"I see. I will spare your lives if you and your uncle swear fealty to me as your liege lord. As an act of good faith if you swear fealty, I will even grant you the title of sheikh of Aswan."

"Treacherous cur. I will cut you down where you stand." Murad moved to attack Suhail but before the guards could react Abdullah was in front Suhail. Using his own body as a shield. Murad stopped and returned to his position. However the guards kept their weapons trained on him. Even Sholah's hand was on the hilt of her blade.

Abdullah took a knee. "I swear fealty to you Emir Suhail and those of your bloodline. In war I will obey your commands. In peace I serve as guardian of the people in your lands."

Murad took knee. But he did not speak. Suhail walked down to Abdullah and helped him up. "Shiekh Abdullah I accept your oath of fealty. And I grant you the title of Shiekh of Awsan. May your line be long and fruitful."

Only Egyptians May Rule Egypt: When The Blood Fails Us

When The Blood Fails Us

5 November 795

Cairo

Suhail walked the palace halls. He passed a door and he heard a crash. "Damn all!" a familiar voice said before it broke out into fits of coughing. Suhail paused for a second. Before he could start up again a second crash. He sighed and turned on his heels. He pushed the door open. He found Nahal on her knees with a bloody cloth in her hands. Several scrolls were a tattered on the ground.

"Come to gloat?" she fired at him. Suhail said nothing. But with a calm demeanor he offered her his hand.

"What?" she asked confused. Her demeanor returned after the shock were off. "I don't need your help." Suhail kept his hand out for her. Another coughing fit erupted out of her mouth. She took his hand and he lifted her up. He helped her to a chair. He went about picking up the scrolls. After a few minutes he had collect them all.

Suhail sat them on her table. He noticed a few were wrapped in red string. "I didn't want your help," she managed to say after a coughing fit.

" I know," he said back to her. He bowed to her, "By your leave my sultana." She waved him off.

A few days after the incident, Suhail was resting in his home in Cairo. He was up late at night writing a letter to Sholah who was training soldiers in Alexandrina. Then one of the servants knocked on his chamber.

"Sire," he said as he knocked again. Suhail walked to the door. He pulled it open and frowned. "Why are you disturbing at this hour?"

"You have a guest," he answered.

"Whoever this guest is tell them I will see that another time." The servant disappeared and Suhail returned to his letter. After a few minutes there was another knock at the door. Suhail let out a heavy sigh. He stormed over to the door. He yanked it up only to find Nahal standing with several of the royal guards. Suhail knelt down.

"My sultana. I was unaware," he said looking down. Nahal turned to the guards.

"Don't let anyone near that door. Kill them if they get within five steps." The guards nodded and the servants shattered. The door closed and Nahal sat in the chair in front of the table. She broke out into a coughing fit. She pulled out a scroll from a pouch.

"My thank you for your assistance." She said as she place it on the table.

"What is this?"

"Proof your brother Amr is trying to have your son Haroun killed." Suhail walked over to the table and threw open the scroll. Suhail knew that Nahal's spy network was far superior to his. She knew he was going to attack Aswan and stopped him before he could finish up. The scroll outline his attempts to garner support from a few of Suhail's enemies. But why target Haroun? He was just a child... no he was his heir. He was hoping to inherit the emirate if Haroun was killed. First Haroun then Suhail.

"Why would you...?"

"Haroun is my grand child," she said before a coughing fit and she walked out of the door. The moment of the door closed he tore up the first letter he was writing to Sholah. He began writing a new letter one that said for her to arrest Amr ibn Bishoi. He wrapped it in red string. After he was done he had it immediately dispatched and delivered by a royal courier. He used authority as grand vizier was to order him to make all haste. Failure would result in his death.

The council session ended earlier thanks to Suhail and Nahal clever manipulations. He demanded that they make haste to Alexandria. It was awhile before he returned to Alexandria. There to greet him was Sholah, Haroun and his sister. Sholah sported an eye patch of her right eye. She didn't look at Suhail. Her head was down with shame.

Haroun ran into Suhail's arms. "My child are you fine?"

"Why did mother not want Uncle Amr playing with me anymore?" he asked with a child's innocence.

"Uncle Amr has done something bad. Don't worry about Uncle Amr." Suhail let Haroun go and he ran after his sister. Suhail lifted Sholah's face up. He brushed his hand across her face gently.

"Forgive me. I failed you. The bastard escaped on a ship." Sholah said forcing a smile to her face.

"Do you know where the ship headed?" Suhail asked taking her hand in his and walking toward their palace. In front of them the children played ignorant of what was going on.

"It was one of the merchant vessels...it is either going to Sicily or Granada." Sholah replied. Suhail closed his eyes as they walked. He thought about the words of his father. Nothing permanent.

"Let him go. I disown him. Whatever fate befalls him is no longer my concern."

"What if he had accomplices?"

"Post more guards around Haroun and hire a food taster for him. Work with our spymaster to see if that is true."

Only Egyptians May Rule Egypt: Victory Was Almost Ours: Part One

Victory was almost ours: Part One

30 January 794
Road to Quena

Suhail rode alongside his army as they marched. He took great pride watching his house's banner and standard as they headed toward Quena. The emirate of Aswan was ripe for the taking. The death of previous emir had left his hunchback eight year old son in power. As the boy was far too young to rule on his own, the council of Aswan appointed his uncle as regent. To Suhail this was a blessing in disguise. A chance to remove one of the Sultan's potential claws and take the control of Aswan was just to good to pass up.

Beside him rode his wife and marshal Sholah. There levies only numbered two thousand strong. To make up the difference in power, Suhail hired mercenaries. The Berber Company, who once did business with his father, had been willing to work with them. The combined numbers gave them four thousand attack force.

The initial assaults had been promising. Yuza led his mercenaries against the opposition. There were only three real population centers in Quena and the capital. The first to fall was the capital. Muhammad ibn Abdullah and Amulet, Suhail's half sister, had taken it without much losses. Many had fled because a consumption outbreak.

The City of Kossier had valiant defenders. Yet they fell to Suhail's mother, Suhaila, relentless siege of their walls. The Mosque of Quf was to be Suhail and Sholah turn. The Mosque held significance to Suhaila. So she asked that her son to not destroy it.

Suhail, Sholah and Amulet stood around a table inside the commander's tent. A map showed them the surrounding area. Sholah walked around as she elaborated her plan.

"Once get Walid to come out we can..." she explained gesturing to various points on the map.

"Message for his highness the Emir!" the messenger cried as he burst into the tent. He released labored and heavy breaths. Sholah motioned for a nearby servant to hand him a cup of water. He drunk it down before taking a knee before Suhail.

"My lord a message has come," he said looking down at the dirt.

"What message do you bring?" Suhail inquired as he helped the messager to his feet.

"He brings word of that the deformed child and his hideous uncle surrender perhaps?" Sholah answered getting a chuckle from everyone in the tent save the messenger.

"No your highnesses. His majesty the Sultan has called his council to session. He orders you to ride for Cairo at once," he said. Suhail grimaced but Sholah placed his hand over heart.

"Do not fret my love. Go as the sultan commanded and I will bring Quf and Qift under our control." Suhail kissed Sholah.

"I will return as soon as I am able," he turned to the guards, "Assembly my guardsmen at once." He walked out the command tent and back to his personal tent. He took only a few items. He found his guardsmen and his charger waiting for him as he left the tent.

The trip was took several days of travel. It was uneventful. Suhail entered the city with haste. Like many cities the consumption rampaged throughout it. He went to his home in Cairo. He rested for two days as the other council members still coming. He met with Sultan Dawud and his spymaster Sultana Nahal. As Dawud sat on the throne Suhail approached and kneel.

"My Sultan. My Sultana," he said looking at the beautiful floor.

"Rise, Suhail. You are grand vizier of my sultanate as your father was before you," Dawud said, "I don't need you to kneel." Suhail rose. Nahal let out a coughing fit and waved for water.

"I am amazed my lord. Most of us have closed ourselves in their homes." Suhail said, "Mine own vizier he has locked himself inside of his home of fear of the consumption." Nahal shock him a withering glance.

"Some of us Suhail. Just like some of us use this opportunity to make war with deformed children." Nahal commented looking at Suhail, "We are not afraid of the consumption. Allah protects his most faithful." Suhail's lips curled into a sneer.

"Yes. The consumption does ravage my lands but I want my people to know that I will not abandon them in their time of need. As for the other matter...why do you attack the hunchbacked boy?" Dawud asked as he adjusted himself in his chair.

"I found the most interesting thing. After a bit of research I discovered my connection to the Emirate of Aswan."

"Pray tell what was this connection and what does it have to do with this boy?"

"According to several texts I am descended from the original Emir of Aswan. As the child is too young to rule such a large territory. I was planning to take of administrative duties such as taxing and levy control."

"So you were just on a peaceful jaunt with a good part of your soldiers and a mercenary company," Nahal said. But before Suhail could respond an intense look from Dawud silenced her. She began to cough but it didn't last as long as the fit before.

"And what of the boy's uncle...his name escapes me at the moment. Did you not try to reason with him?"

"I did my lord but the problem is the hideous uncle. I would be content to allow the boy to grow into his role but..."

"What?"

"I dare not speak of it my lord," Suhail replied.

"Please speak your mind."

"The boy is unequipped to deal with the heathens of the south. If they were to seduce his uncle to following their foul religion. Does not behoove to defend one of our own. Even if that means usurping his title."

Nahal laughed again, "Such a devout man. If it were in my power I would name you pious."

"Yes. If it were in your power." Suhail replied. Dawud shook his head.

"Enough! The others will be here within a few days. We will meet up then," Dawud stated. Suhail bowed, "By your leave, my sultan. My sultana." Suhail returned to his home and awaited the arrival of other. Suhail dared not doing anything. He was pretty sure that Nahal's spy among the household servants. For three days, he only ate, prayed and slept. When the other councilors arrived he received a summons to the palace once again.

In a private room, Dawud sat down with Nahal. To the left was Jawdat, the court imam, and Shaiban of Yeha, an advisor. To the right was Talib of Hawzen, his steward, and Da'oud of Tabghach, the Marshall. Beside Da'oud sat Suhail. The meeting began with stately matters.

Then Dawud stated, "I called you here to announce this. Immediately all military actions within the Sultanate is to halt. Anyone one in active campaign against a neighbor after the next holiday will find my army knocking down their door." Suhail whipped his head toward Dawud and Nahal. Nahal started laughing. After-while she broke out into a coughing fit but continued laughing afterwards.

Only Egyptians May Rule Egypt: Prologue

Prologue

15 December 787
Alexandria

Suhail sat beside his father's bed as the doctor examined him. His health began to deteriorate over the last couple of weeks. Giza walked over to Suhail and shook his head.

"I don't think he will last longer," was his reply. Suhail took a deep breath. He simply walked over to his father's bedside. Giza quietly closed the door as he left. Bishoi opened his eyes and looked at Suhail.

"My son. My brilliant and wonderful son," Bishoi said trying to sit up. Suhail helped him up and handed him a cup of water.

"Where are your siblings? My wives?" he said as he looked around.

"I sent them away." Suhail saw his father's look of disappointment. He stood up.

"Do now worry about that my son." He waved for Suhail to come back, "My time has come my son. I know you are just became a man and now I must hand over a difficult task to you."

" I won't let you down. I will faith serve our sultan," Suhail said as he refilled his father cup. Bishoi took another drink. He smiled at him.

"Thank you but that is not my final wish. I know that ambition beats in your heart. As it does mine. I will admit with my mouth I professed love for our lord and sultan. Though that had been a ruse. In my heart and with my actions I despised him. I have groomed you for this for all your life. And today I fulfill my part of our great legacy."

"Don't talk in such a manner. You have a thousand more days ahead of you." Suhail tried not to cry but was working.

"My son Allah only gives men as much time to complete their destiny. Do not fret over this. One day you will be before your successor and delivering this message. The foreign bastard and his elk usurped our people's lands. Our emirate are the last stronghold our people because our mighty and wise ancestor bowed a knee. His actions spared us."

"I will not show such cowardice," Suhail said as he lit a nearby candle for more light.

"You misunderstand. In submission there is life. A chance for victory later. Suhail this task has been handed down from successor to successor."

Suhail knelt beside his father's bed. "What task? I will try to complete it." Bishoi put a hand on his head.

"The task my son. Is to restore Egypt to it rightfully rulers. Only an Egypt should have the title of Sultan of Egypt. No one may claim our throne."

"I will not fail you father," Suhail replied as he kissed his father's hand.

"Then I can met Allah and the Prophet knowing that this task will be handled." Bishoi smiled contently.

"Then in your capable I leave a wise council. Your mothers are capable and loving women. Suhaila isn't a wise woman. Her grasp of finances will serve you well. As for my second wife, Sitara rivals most men on the battlefield. Learn from them all you can. Listen to their council in times of trouble." Suhail nodded as Bishoi spoke.

"After my funeral I want you to go on the Hajj. It take your mind off your sorrow and help you walk with Allah."

"I will father," Suhail said as his father brushed a tear away.

"As for your siblings. Take care of them. I know that your only true sibling is Khadija but she died. Now you must look after all the other. Do not use your sisters to further your task. Let them find husbands on their own. As for your brothers...please do not do anything to permanent."

"I will."

"That is good. Do me one last favor. Let me rest a bit." Bishoi settled back down in the bed. As his eyes closed, Suhail knew that his father was now with Allah.

The Swords of Lionhearts

Diary of Jasper Lyons, Formerly Second In Command of Lionhearts Under Jacob Lyons, Recently Appointed Commander of the Lionhearts

Day 6

It has been just a few short days. From the title of this diary entry it has been three days since my brother Jacob, god rest his soul, fell in combat and I took up mantle of leadership. I was unsure if I was ready. But today my men needed me to be ready. On the return trip we were accosted by bandits. They were waiting to ambush travelers on the only road between the forest.  I guess they figured my men and I would be easy prey. 

My second, Wilhelm led the charge alongside the men. While I picked off bandits with my bow. The battle was over as quick as it began. We won the day. Though victory was not without cost. We lost four good men. No...we lost four brothers. Arnold the Older was Jacob's age but his mastery of the axe was peerless. Those bastards had to double team him to get him down. Walter the Quick was the best with a knife and light armor. He could sneak in and slit throats like it was an art form. Sadly, the bandits arrows were just a little quicker. Kori the Fisher was a master with a net and his pitchfork. He once told us he fought as if he was spearfishing. Cast the net stab the fish. Simple. Cast the net stab your foe. Simpler. I am going to miss him most of all. The final person to leave us was Wolf. Wolf was from the town we were heading to. He was a green as green could get. He got his first kill in this battle. He was so proud. Sadly, an arrow took  the joy from his face. Thorismund, I fear, is taking his lost the worst. It was Thorismund that not only recruited Wolf and gave his mother his personal promise her son would become a  man under his tutelage. His killer didn't escape though. My arrows pinned him to the ground while Thorismund's axe lopped off his head.

We buried everyone but Wolf. We would reach his home in a few hours. He should be buried with his family. In the soil of his birth. Luckily his mother took some solace in all of this. We gave her share of the contract money and spoils of combat. She thanked us for our kindness and we left her to grieve. 

We didn't plan to stay in Wolfswall for long. We needed men and supplies. Sadly, Wolfswalls had neither. The seven of us decided to head Eulenkrug at first light. Some of us wanted to leave sooner for greener pastures but the road to Eulenkrug is through Fairdale. And god knows what will be waiting for us ahead.

Day 7

The road to Eulenkrug was uneventful. While I can see why it would be advisable to travel during the day. Fairdale is a joke. Between the forest and the swamp I don't see how it is at all fair. But I am making a mountain of out of a mole hill. We reached Eulenkrug and I divided up task as my brother did before me. Thorismund was in no mood for recruiting so I had him watch our gear. Engelbert offered to watch it for him if he wanted to get a drink at the local tavern. But Thorismund took his assignment quietly. I sent Engelbert on a supply run. Wilhelm and Alberich the Traveller went and rounded up some recruits. When we were out of Thorismund's earshot, I asked for them to find some without families or attachments. Ulfert the Weasel and Drake went and got supplies.

I headed to the tavern and looked for work. It didn't take me long. An agent of the Eulenkrug's Guild Association walked right to me when I entered the tavern. Apparently, he could smell a sellsword a mile away. It wasn't hard to be honest. Eulenkrug wasn't a large place. He said that the Guild Master Wilderich was looking for a group of sellswords to deal with a crisis.  I followed him back to town hall. He greeted me as warmly as a viper does a mouse. With disdain and venom. Despite that I could hear the desperation in his voice. He has had a problem with graverobbers. We attempted business. His opening offer was a joke. seven hundred and seventy crowns on completion. I laughed and told him he must be jester as well as a guild master. Then I turned to leave. He sighed and offered me ninety crowns in advance and seventy hundred and fifty crowns. Eight hundred forty crowns...I had to walk away from. Eulenkrug was a prosperous town. The Guild Master alone was worth his weight in crowns. I saw right through him. He was trying to fool me.

After turning down the job, I returned to see several new recruits waiting for me. Ernst Silkworm a tailor bored with his mundane life and looking for a little excitement. Siegward, a daytaler, tired of being a pair of hands begging for work he wanted to make something of himself. And finally, Thilmann, a poacher, who Engelbert took pity on in the gallows. After talking with his guard, Alberich managed to get him released on the terms of two contracts without pay. After which he was free to remain with us or go about his own way. Everyone but Thorismund welcomed them in as brothers and over the campfire they regaled us with their life stories. 

It was decided we would make for Waidhof. A large town full of merchants and town people with problem only we sellswords could solve.

Day 8

As we approached Greenwood we decided to take a short rest break. Wilheim decide he wanted to chew my ear off about turning down that contract. I tried to make him see my viewpoint on the matter, his logic was...difficult to refute. He was right...if we wanted to make an impression on the nobility we needed to take any job that came our way. Especially those given by the guild masters, town councilors, and mayors. Apparently, the more the people talk about us the better chance we have of reaching someone-important's ear. I promised him if I will only turn down jobs if they sound too dangerous or goes against the Lionheart's code. He thanked me for my understand and we continued into Greenwood.

Sadly, we were being chased by bandits again. We had a good position if we chose to fight. I was undecided. So like my brother before me I put the question to the men. Do we stand and fight or do we make for the town? I was surprised by their reactions. Even Thorismund's. They shouted we are Lionhearts. We are lions wearing the skin of men. Those bandits are mice wearing the skin of corpses. Lions don't run from mice. We devour them. In any form they choose. I had my answer. We formed up the ranks and took them head on. I was so proud of my brothers despite being bruised we all emerged from the battle with our lives intact. I couldn't have asked for a finer victory then this one. I was so proud I declared a round on me when we reached Waidhof. We hired Hakon after he browbeat Engelbert into recruiting him. Something about getting the hell out of town as soon as possible and a sellsword company would be perfect.

I should look into changing my armor to something that doesn't scream I am a sellsword. Because apparently before I could wet my throat on the sweet mead, another shady individual type asked me to meet with his master. I agree. His master was a merchant. Hanke was very direct and didn't attempt to mince words. I can respect that. His had a problem with grave-robbers and needed them killed immediately before they strike again. Simple. He offered me two hundred seventy in advance and four hundred eighty on completion. My coffers weren't dry but we could use the money. I accepted. We were still riding high from that last victory.

Our destination was Tilted Tombstone. Hakon knew the way. Apparently it was the cemetery of the Waldhof's most powerful and influential natives including the king of Waldhof himself. But it was reclaimed by the forest so we had to go deep into the Greenwood.

I decided to slurp on an inn for the company tonight. Hopefully everyone will be well rested and sober for tomorrow.

Day 9

Just bloody fucking fuck. I should began at the beginning. So we left Waldhof in high spirits. Well most of us. A few of them decided to pick a fight with some of the locals. So there share of the contract money will be smaller due to the repairs. Hakon took point and lead us. It was about midday when we reached what was the beginning of Tilted Tombstones. Hakon was right though. The place was overgrown. Apparently the Greenwood took no prisoners.

The grave-robbers apparently weren't just any old robbers. They were highly trained with armor to match. These weren't grave-robber they were soldiers. Soldiers sent looking for something important. We clashed and they took four of our brothers. Thorismund, Alberich the Traveller, Ulfert the Weasel, and Thilmann were taken from us this day. 

It is was too dark to travel back to Waldhof so we have to wait to the first light. I am going to personally talk to that bastard Hanke and see what he knows. And if I don't like what he has to say. His next business contract will be with the ferryman to hell.

Elysium: Children of Three Lands #1: War Never Changes

War Never Changes

"There is no such thing as a good war, or a bad peace." Benjamin Franklin, Chief Ambassador of English Commonwealth to the Holy French Empire 

15 August 1449

Fadl hated war.

As a devout follower of the goddess Freya, Fadl preferred diplomatic solutions to the problems he encountered. However, the Paramount was a follower of Tyr. And because of the religious pursuit of justice, the followers of Tyr have a tendency to labels as rigidity and inflexible. Especially by the more diplomatic minded followers of Freya. Numerous Elysian wars have been waged because a Tyr Paramount misinterpreted someone's, especially a foreign cultures, actions as a slight or an insult. This is not saying all reigns of Tyr Paramount is one constant warfare just a like all reigns of a Freya Paramount isn't all peaceful. A paramount acts as necessary for the befit of the people despite the god or goddess edicts they worship. In truth, the only real difference is how they handle victory and defeat. A fact that his brought Fadl to the lands of recently defeated Dalvarken Tribe.

This whole ugly affair began with brash children and a debt that could have been settled privately. Since the Dalvarken Tribe moved into the borderland outside Elysian territories it was normal for their braves to chase game into Elysian land and make the kill there. As Elysian land is large and policing the border for minor incursions was foolish, these incursion were handled by the adjacent towns. And if need be the jarl. While uncommon if not out right rare, hostilities only erupt when two or more parties are unknownly tracking the same and all parties are unwilling to compromise. One such rarity occurred between a group of young braves on their first hunt as adults. The game was there by right because it was wound on their land but fled to Elysian territory hoping to escape pursuit. After group of Elysian youngsters spotted the game and killed it. As the start to prepared the kill the fist hunting party happened on them. A fight occurred between the lead hunters and the Elysian broke his leg as a result. The lead hunter was carried home by his fellows and later the boy, his father, and the town elder went to the tribe to get the whole story. While both sides agreed the Elysian was at fault, the boy injuries prevented him from working the lands. With harvest season upon he was needed more than ever. The father requested the brave perform all of the boy's work until he healed. The chief disagreed that the boy despite his injuries be made to work. Siting if the boy died the brave would be bound to them forever. The elder assured him that it was wound was not life threatening but he continued his refusal. Honestly hoping it would end peaceful, the matter was taken to his Jarl. The Jarl, a follower of Odin, gathered an army and marched to the border. He demanded the boy's family make restitution to the Elysians. The tribal braves met the Jarl's men in combat. Defeated the Jarl promised he would return with a greater army. Enter the Paramount and the Elysian Armed Forces.

Two years later, both the Elysians and the Dalvarkens have suffered enough. Fadl had be specifically chosen because his ancestry. His mother had been a converted savage. Fadl and his entourage reached the last village of the Dalvarken people. The surrounding walls were in dire need of repair. The fields were razed and burnt bodies littered throughout them. Elysian soldiers stabbed corpses as the stripped them of weapons. At the gates, Elysian soldiers stood watch as they entered with supplies of foods and other aid. Fadl was given a salute and permitted to enter. The devastation of the homes suggest a lot of the fight took place after the walls fell. In the center of the village, noncombatant sat terrified under the watchful eye of Elysian soldiers. Many of them were women and children. The captured men and elders were kept in cages. Every so often a pair of soldiers would carry a wounded man over to a cage and toss him in.

Fadl could stomach no more of it. He marched over to one of the Huskarls. After salutes were exchanged the Huskarl inquired, "What task do you require of me, Thane Fadl."

Fadl did not inquire to how he knew was a Thane. Even in their large territory, newest of the exotic looking Fadl must have reached someone's ear. He shook it out, "I want to see the lead general and the village chieftain."

"At once Thane Fadl." The Huskarl escorted Fadl to a hastily constructed house that served as the command post. The general had been waiting for him when he arrived. The Huskarl saluted the general and returned to his post. Then the general saluted Fadl.

"Thane," the general said calmly, "I am Yalbay al-Qazdughi."

"Greetings I am here on behalf of our paramount to negotiate the terms of surrender," Fadl stated as the general laughed.

"Anything funny, general?"

"You don't negotiate in victory. The word is dictate," Yalbay laughed.

Fadl instantly didn't like this man. He was boorish. He shook the thoughts from his mind. It was not him who needed to accept. His job was done.

"Be that has it may I am still here to negotiate with the chieftain and the tribal elders. Where are they?"

Yalbay motioned behind him to the structure. "Inside. I wanted to keep them separate from the others. I would hate to have to put down an insurrection."

Fadl only grimace at the comment. Men like Yalbay who worship the Allfather Odin tend to make Fadl's work and by extent in his life difficult.  Entering the structure Fadl finds the Chief and his elders under heavy guard. They did not look maltreated or starved. While a few sported bruises, nothing that Fadl could call life threatening.

"Greetings," Fadl said in their tongue, "I am Fadl. A thane and diplomat of Elysium." After Fadl introduced himself, he heard some began muttering while others stared.

"Which among you is chieftain?" The youngest among them stood up despite the protest of the others. The soldiers pointed crossbows at him while others ready to strike.

"I am Salleekookoolah. With my father dead it is I leads the elders," he stated while making a rather aggressive gesture.

"Easy now. Everyone just calm down. This is their chieftain." The crossbows remained pointed at him but the other soldiers returned to their watch. Fadl took a deep breath.

"I see. My chief has come with terms for you approval. First you will admit defeat." Fadl said and the elders began to discuss the first term. A few minutes went by and an elder whispered into Salleekookoolah's ear.

"We have no choice but to admit defeat." Salleekookoolah said gesturing around him.

"Good. The Dalvarken will increase it trade with Elysuim at favorable prices as war reparations."

After an hour long debate between the elder and the chief, Salleekookoolah stood again.

"Dalvarken goods do not compare to Elysian goods. Why would you want continued trade?" Fadl shrugged, "In Elysian beyond Sulaquni and great capital of Sypatria, the trinkets you make has become something of a novelty. Especially among marriage age women. It would increase the flow of gold merchant pockets and give those that want your eradication less strength to argue."

Salleekookoolah looked to the head elder and he nodded. "Very well we accept those terms."

"Good. Once we have distribed food and supplies to see you through the cold season we will depart your lands."

Salleekookoolah nodded and sat back down the elders of his tribe. Yalbay had been listening outside door. Though they were speaking Dalva, he knew an accord had been reached.

"So have they agreed to join Elysium," he started looking around picturing exactly where he was going to build his home for the time being. "This farmland is ideal for good vegetables."

"No. They will remain independent."

"What in Hel's name were you talking about in there. The latest import figures?" Fadl raised an eyebrow to him.

"Brokering a favorable peace accord. One that enriches both our people's live."

Yalbay shook has head in anger, "what would enrich our people's live would be kicking these heathen savages the hell out of this pristine farmland. Ideally with the women and children as slaves."

"Yalbay. I am Thane. I am empowers by the Paramount to negotiate on her behalf. She ordered me to find away to co-exist. I found a way to do that. If you wish to second guess our Paramount, continue debating with the finer points of the terms."

Yalbay did not want to continue he wanted to slaughter them all in Odin's name. That what he wanted to do. But he couldn't. As long Fadl was here  he was in command. Yalbay wished he was a jarl. Just to take some of the authority out of Fadl's voice.

"Damn Tyr worshipping Paramount. Justice has no place in survival. It is us or them. Victory is life." Yalbay muttered as he headed toward his tent, "it won't be long before we are back at this again. Mark my words. These savages never learn to submit to their betters."

Fadl hated war. War...war never changes. Lives are lost and good people do horrible things. But in war, or at least this one, there is a chance that both combatants can come out better in the long run. If the peace is broken again, hopefully, the transgressors will remember what the last time hostilities broke out. Fadl loved peace.

Imperial Arcadia #3: The Usurper's Coronation

The Usurper's Coronation 

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"Therefore I am sure that this, my Coronation, is not the symbol of a power and a splendor that are gone but a declaration of our hopes for the future, and for the years I may, by God's Grace and Mercy, be given to reign and serve you as your Queen." Queen Elizabeth II, ruler of England 

21 January 1508

The bells rang out over the lands of Essex. Today was the coronation of the new Arcadian emperor. However, tension and anger rode the air alongside the cathedral bell's song. Coronations were usually joyous occasions. A moment of celebration for the nation after either the death or abdication of the previous monarch. It symbolizes the hope the nation had for the future. Not this one, however. Not for Benedict Jennings.

Benedict Jennings. A name that depended on who you asked meant something different. To the nobles of Arcadia he was the whorespawn playing emperor; a mongrel without title or pedigree. To the clergy he was a loyal and willing pawn in a larger game. To the common folk he was a legend; the man that defeated vile regent council that killed their rightful emperor and propped up a puppet. To House Buchanan he was the man that ended the reign of rulers that stretched back to Avalon and the Knights of the Round Table. However, how they feel about him today the must endure the insult of his coronation.

A long red rug and line of guards in ceremonial armor divide the populace on each side. The people cheered as Benedict Jennings marched up to the steps of Kidusm Cathedral. He took a knee as standing there waiting for him were the archbishops of Canterbury, York, and Westminster.

Benedict looked up but didn't rise. "I have come with the backing of the people as seek the crown of emperor," he said just he rehearsed many months ago.

The Archbishop of Canterbury scoffed, "if you come in earnest remove your cape." Benedict removed his cape as he was asked. He laid the cape on the first step.

"I have done as you asked."

The Archbishop of York laughed, "if you truly come in earnest remove your sword." Benedict removed the sword as he was asked. He laid the sheathed sword on top the cape.

The Archbishop of Westminster shook his head in disapprovement, "I don't feel you come in earnest. Come brothers let us await the people's chosen ruler." As they turned to go back inside the people called in unison "Wait."

The archbishops stopped and turned back toward Benedict. The Archbishop of Canterbury asked, "Children of the most high is this man worth?"

"Yes," the crowd screamed. The Archbishop of Canterbury descended the steps and stopped two steps in front of Benedict. 

The Archbishop of York asked, "Children of the most high is this man your chosen ruler?"

"Yes." Was the reply. The Archbishop of York descended the stairs and stood beside his peer. 

The final Archbishop stared at Benedict. "What would you do for the people?" 

"I would die for them."

"Then step on your sword and cape. Show them your devotion," commanded the Archbishop of Westminster. Benedict rose to his feet and did as the final archbishop asked. 

"He truly does come with the people's backing," the Archbishop of York proclaimed to the Archbishop of Westminster.

"He is devoted to his people," the Archbishop of Canterbury proclaimed to the Archbishop of Westminster.

"Then let him enter and seek the crown of Arcadia," was the Archbishop of Westminster's reply. Benedict walked between the first two. The procession enter the Cathedral. Inside the nobles of the land stood and watched him up to the altar with the archbishop. On top of the altar was three articles of the imperial regalia. The Sword of Aurthority, State, and Mercy rested on the altar. The Archbishops knelt before the altar. The nobles of the land bowed their heads. Benedict took a knee as well. 

"Heavenly Father. Creator of the all things and all men. We, your chosen shepards, bring before you today a man seeking to lead your flock in mortal matters. We ask you blessed him with boundless wisdom to carry out your will. We ask you blessed him with unshakeable faith in your divine plan. We ask you blessed him with fruitful longevity so he may He has earned the respect of your people. May he earn the respect of his peers," the archbishops stated in unison. The Cathedral collectively stated, " Amen."

Benedict shifted position from on one knee to on both them. He watched as the archbishop each took up a sword. The Archbishop of York picked up the Sword of Mercy. Next, the Archbishop of Westminster picked up the Sword of Authority. Finally, the Archbishop of Canterbury picked up the Sword of State.

The Archbishop of York stood in front of Benedict. "In my hands is the Sword of Mercy. It is the symbol of the contract with god that he who wishes to be emperor must sign. Answer truthfully. Will you defend the holy faith?" he asked the emperor to be.

"I will."

"Will you defend the holy church?"

"I will." Archbishop of York gently touched the Sword of Mercy to both of Benedict's shoulders. As he stepped back the Archbishop of Canterbury stepped in front of Benedict. 

"In my hands is the Sword of State. It is the symbol of the contract to the land and her people that he who wishes to be emperor must sign. Answer truthfully. Will you show submission to the pope?"

"I will."

"Will you maintain justice?"

"I will." Archbishop of Canterbury gently touched the Sword of State to both of Benedict's shoulders. As he stepped back the Archbishop of Westminster to his place.

"In my hands is the Sword of Authority. It is the proof that he who receives it touch is worthy of being emperor. But unlike the other two it is mine alone to give. It symbolizes the faith of all mortals under god and bound to this nation places in he would be their emperor. Answer truthfully. Will you maintain laws of the Arcadia Empire?"

"I will."

"Will you defend the Arcadian Empire from all threats?"

"I will." Like the two before him, the Archbishop of Westminster touched both Benedict's shoulders with the sword. "Now swear upon the altar. Swear to uphold everything we have asked you. Swear that should you ever falter in one of them for any reason God strike you down," the Archbishop of Westminster commanded.

Benedict placed his hand on the alter. "I swear I will uphold the virtues of justice. I swear to defend Arcadia and her people with my life's blood. I swear I will be a sword for faithful and a shield for church. I swear I will follow where the pope leads. I swear this oath on this altar in front of my peers, my betters, and my god. If I am ever brake this oath...let God's vengeance be upon me." The swords were taken away by lesser clergy and an ampulla was brought out.

The Archbishop of York turned to audience. "Arcadians will accept this man as your emperor?" Three times the gathered nobles screamed out "Let it be done."

The Archbishop of Westminster poured a bit of oil on Benedict's forehead. He used a spoon to trace a crucifix.

"I anoint you with the oil of sanctification in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen." He poured some of the oil into the palms of Benedict. "Let these hands be anointed, as kings and prophets were anointed and as Samuel anointed David to be king may you be blessed and established emperor in this empire over this people, whom the Lord, your God, has given you to rule and govern, which he vouchsafes to grant, who with the Father and the Holy Spirit, lives and reigns." The ampulla and spoon was taken away by the bishops. The other regalia were brought out and the throne of emperor was carried by the guards.

The Archbishops help Benedict to his feet. The Archbishop of York placed on Benedict's ring finger a ring and saying, "We present to you this ring as the symbol of your marriage to the land and her people."

The Archbishop of Canterbury placed in Benedict's right hand the Globus Crucigar. "We present to you this Globus Crucigar as a symbol the faith and proof you are the earthly ruler of the Arcadia as ordain by God."

The Archbishop of Westminster placed in Benedict's left hand the scepter. "We present to you this scepter as symbol of your authority as our emperor." The imperial robes were placed on his shoulders and Benedict sat on the throne. The Archbishop of Westminster walked behind the throne with the Archbishop of Canterbury holding the imperial crown on a silken pillow. "With this crown I proclaim this man is to the lawfully ordained emperor of Arcadia and her citizens. I proclaim to you all that this man is Emperor Benedict," the Archbishop of Westminster declared.

The assembled nobles cheer and sing a chorus of "All Hail Your Noble Emperor." Archbishops each take turns kissing the emperor ring hand and declaring, "My emperor." The other Archbishops take their place behind the newly crowned emperor while the Archbishop of Westminster stands beside him.

"Let all the nobles of the land come and swear fealty to their new emperor."

Imperial Arcadia #2: The Circling Of Vultures

The Circling Of Vultures

"You and I have a date with destiny, it would seem. But so it is with assassins and emperors, hmm? Yes, I must die. And you must deliver the blow. It is simply the way it is. But I wonder... would you suffer an old man a few more words before the deed is done?"  Emperor Titus Flāvius Caesar Vespasiānus Augustus to this killer.

15 June 1500

Elias sat in his favorite chair in front of the fireplace. The flames dance illuminated a once jovial and youthful emperor now a haggard and weary old man. Beside him rested his faithful hound and a sword. The last ten years had been trying to say the least.

He shook the drowsiness from his body as he waited his visitor. His mind began reliving the events that shaped him and his empire. The catalyst of this darkening had been Leland's death. His miracle child born to him and his mistress. Leland had been playing with the other noble's children as he always did during long court sessions. This particular court was about replacing the late Lionel Payne as Superior Commander of the Army. Many names had been put forth and the nobles wanted each on interviewed. Knowing this would take all day long, he promised Leland that they would share dinner and he would read to him.

Elias' eye began welling up as he continued thinking about the past. The dog licked her master's hand. He patted her head lovingly in return. She took this as reassurance and continued relaxing.

He remembered how during the middle of one of the interviews the guards rushed in with word that he collapsed. Despite, the urgency of his choice, rhe raced to Leland's side. The guards had a hard time following their frantic leader. The decision was put off for two weeks. That was how long it took Leland to die. The best doctors were summoned from the corners of the empire to treat the prince. No expanse was spared. But the best the doctors could do was theorize that what ever affliction or malady the late empress suffered from now afflicts the prince. Despite the advancements in the field they were unable to help him. In the days before his death, Leland slipped in and out of consciousness. And each time he awoke to Elias beside him. Elias recounted the tale of Duncan Buchanan, the king of the Highlands, their first royal ancestor. It was Leland's favorite story. As he reached the part of the tale where Duncan slew the immortal witch Margaret, the maiden of the plains and how he used her bones to make our family unbrakable, Leland regained conciousness one final time.

"Father?" he asked between taking sips from the latest concoction of the doctors, "if I die. Can my ones be used to make the castle of Duncan stronger."

Elias knew it was a request made of insanity. But even if it was, it was also his dying request. Sobbing Elias declared, "I promise." His death came shortly afterward.

Elias picked up a cup and took a drink. Placing it down he scratched behind the hound's ear. She wagged her tail in appreciation.

The first to pressure the emperor about naming an heir was the clergy. The clergy had thrived in Arcadia has many of the Arcadia's rulers were devout Catholics. Many of them feared the fiercely secular Lancaster would claim the throne. Or France would take advance of the lack of ruler to attack. So employing Bishop Nathaniel Buchanan, the third cousin to the emperor and court chaplain, to other counsel on the matter. Using the guise of a humble game of chess he gained an audience. The game was going for well Nathaniel. Elias had been good at chess but Nathaniel was a prodigy. With a smile, Nathaniel dove in feet first.

"You need to name an heir, Elias," Nathaniel declared moving his rook to take Elias' bishop. Elias countered with a pawn. "I do not wish to discuss this matter further, cousin."

Nathaniel returned his attention back to the game. After making his move he began again, "House Buchanan needs you to. Your niece Mary recently had a son. Upton. A sweet child."

"How many times must I say? I do not wish to talk about this." Elias screamed smacking the chess pieces into the fire. Angrily Nathaniel rose, "Then when?" He asked pointing at Elias, "Then when?"

"Thread this path carefully."

"You miss him I understand that. But you are an emperor with a successor. Our family's legacy; all the hard work, suffering, and planning. Your grief threatens to undo it all." Nathaniel walked closer to Elias. Elias was a clear foot taller than Nathaniel.

"If feuding nobles or politicking clergy doesn't undo our legacy then a foreign power will." Elias stood silent. For a moment Nathaniel thought he finally got through to his cousin. At least until Elias punched him.

"Guards," Elias screamed at the top of his lungs. Two guards entered and surveyed the scene. Elias violently gestured to heap of Nathaniel.

"Get him out of my sight," he barked. They collected Nathaniel and stood him up.

"What do you us to do with him?"

"I don't care. Toss him into a cell and forget the key."

He regretted his actions after he calmed down and to this day he wished he would have handled the situation better. If he was not stubborn then that cousin would be alive. He was unsure how death claimed him but when Elias ordered him released they found him dead. As contrition he commissioned a church to be constructed in the Highlands in both Leland's and Nathaniel's honor. The trouble with Brittney began shortly after that.

The hound shot up and her attention focused on the window. She started snarling in that direction. Elias smirked, "Easy. Easy." He placed his hands on his sword.

The young Duke had began overstepping his station. Believing that age had made the Emperor weak, Duke Dreux refused commands and edicts directly to him. After naming Upton his successor did the Duke's actions turn treasonous. France had conspired with Brittney against Burgundy. For aid and troops, France would help them secure their independence. War loomed until Austria entered the picture.

The emperor of the Holy Roman Empire himself requested the alliance. To be honest Elias was shocked when he received the alliance proposal. He considered the Holy Roman Emperor and the empire a rival that one day would have to be destroyed or pacified. Not allied with. While Arcadia had be friends with Flanders since freeing them from Burgundy and with Gelre since defending them from Denmark, that was the extent of his interaction with the Holy Roman Empire. But he had no idea they put forward a formal alliance with the emperor.

With France paralyzed by the Arcadian-Austrian alliance, Elias focused his attention on punishing the fool. While Duke Dreux may keep his life and his title, Brittney would not survive. They will become another part of the empire and fade from the map all together. It was these event that lead Elias to this point.

Elias stood up. "Assassin come out now." A figured emerged from the shadows. Elias took a deep breath and the hound began growl. "I am feeling generous tell me the name of your employer and leave."

The assassin took weapon from behind his back and raced at him. Elias sighed and prepared to defend himself.

The nobles were assembled in Great Hall. There were a few noble that were prepared for the announcement of the emperor's death and their impending appointment to the regent council. TheIr joy and elation reached new heights when the guard entered. He marched with a sense of urgency and up the elevated step. He turned to the assembled nobles as if to deliver news. However, when Elias strolled into the Great Hall as he has done everyday since his coronation, the noble casted worried looks to each other. Some glared angry at one while a few moved away hastily. Nothing was said by anyone. Elias ascended the steps to the throne and sat quietly.

"Bring that filth in," the guard called out. The assassin was dragged in with chains. His clothes were cut in places and dried blood in others. "Last night, his majesty was visited by this assassin. He sought to murder him. He failed." The guard walked down the steps slowly.

"The emperor has promise leniency. If you name your employer or employers. He will not have you executed. You will be exiled to the colonies," he finished as he reached the bottom step.

"If any of you confess, you will receive exile instead of death. Your family will be allowed to remain nobles and keep their dignity. However, if the assassin names you. You will be put to death. Your family titles, fortunes, and lands will be seized and they will be exiled to the colonies."

The nobles exchanged confused glances but remained silent. The guard and the emperor smiled. "Very well. Assassin do you accept the emperor's terms?"

"Yes," was the reply.

Imperial Arcadia #1: Arcadia of My Youth

Arcadia of My Youth​

“At the end of their lives, all men look back and think that their youth was Arcadia.” Johnathan Harlock, Captain of Imperial Flagship "The Arcadia"​

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1 March 1490

The streets of the capital of Kent was abuzz with activity. In two days the emperor's sixty-first birthday and the lavish festival was to held in his honor. The average citizens was working hard to prepare. The servants of the nobles worked hard preparing for either the Grand Celebration at the Palace of Perlsea or their own private celebrations especially for those not important enough to receive invitations.

The Perlsea Palace not without activity. Servants decorated and prepared simple menus for the steward to approve of. Game was brought in and prepared, while wine was brought in by the barrel load.

The crown prince watched quietly as Elihu Anderson ground up a few herbs with his mortar and pestle. He turned away to look inside his book. He looked around the room and sighed.

"Young master Leland, would you please hand me those pink petals on the shelf there?" He asked as grinding up more. Leland turned and walked over to the shelf. After a second or two he returned with the petals.

"These?"

"Yes my Lord. Thank you." He gentle took them from his hand and place them inside to be ground up as well.

"What are you making?" Leland asked as Elihu poured the powder into a small boiling pot and fanned the flames lightly.

"Your father has be having headaches lately. While I believe it is only the matter of his growing trepidation of France's desire for Brittney, he asked me to prepare him a draught to help him."

"Can I have some?" the young prince asked. Elihu smiled pouring the mixture into a bottle and sealed it.

"It should be harmless enough. Though I must warn you, young master, the taste is quite bitter." He said finding a cup and pouring a bit in it. He handed him the cup.

Leland blew on the liquid first then took a drink. He immediately put the cup down and slowly shallowed. Elihu chuckled as he walked over to the boy. "How was it, young master?"

"Bitter," he declared as Elihu lead him out of the room. Elihu laughed as the prince swiped at his tongue.

The pair walked through the palace, Elihu, a man of science and learning, explained many thing to the young prince. To be honest, he hoped that the prince would be like his father, a scholar and not a religious zealot for the papacy. Though he knew he would never live to see the boy's ascension to the throne.

"Oh heavens where is he?" A voice screamed out from behind a column. Elihu looked down at the prince who frozen and started speeding up.

"Has anyone seen master Elihu? The prince is usually with him." Elihu tried to hold it in. He really did. But the sheepish look on the young prince's face was too much for him. He began to snicker by after a few he broke out into laughter. "Master Elihu is that you?"

An attendant ran up to them, "Master Elihu have you seen the little prince?"

Elihu nodded and looked around saying, "He and I were about...where did he go?" Elihu suddenly realized that he was missing his young companion.

"I must find him before he causes trouble," the attendant sighed as she raced off in a random direction. Elihu continued snickering as he made his way through the palace. He walked by the throne room but stopped when he saw the guards in attendance.

"Master Anderson," One of the guards proclaimed.

"Ah yes hello. I trust his majesty is in the throne room," he said scratching at his long white beard. The guard nodded. Elihu walked in.

Elias I sat on the throne with listening to several ministers and nobles alike. He looked haggard they continued to drone on in a cacophony of voices. He loudly proclaimed, "Silience." His voice echoed slightly but the ministers and nobles quieted down. "Now one at a time. Emissary from Brittney explain why the good Duke isn't bring this matter to me himself."

The emissary knelt before his lord's liege. "Your majesty your humble servant the good Duke Henri de Dreux send his regrets that he will not be able to attend your birthday celebration. However border tension with the French forces require his attention."

"Enough ceremony. Please get to the heart of the matter."

"Yes, your majesty. Duke de Dreux would like you to send a portion of the imperial navy to safeguard the land from assault."

Elias turned to one the ministers at his side, "Reuchlin Bowie tell me what is the status of the navy."

Reuchlin nodded, "My lord the 3rd Fleet consisting of three carracks and six galleys could be spared. I will select a suitable admiral to command them."

"Very well. When you return to the Duke you will return with nine of the empire's finest sailing beside you," Elias declared. The emissary rose happily, "Thank you your majesty. I wished I could replay you aid."

"Continued loyalty to Arcadia. That is what I ask of you."

"My emperor need not ask for something he already possesses." The emissary returned to the assembled nobles.

"My lord is far too kind. We, your vassals, do not deserve it." a noble spoke out.

"I know that voice. Come now cousin leave not in suspense." A man emerged from the assembled noblity. "If it isn't the good Duke Henry Lancaster." Elias arose from his throne to greet his distant cousin properly. Duke Henry emerged from the crowd. The two embraced as family does.

"I am sorry for an deception but you know I can't do anything simple," Henry said laughing.

"I am pleased you made it. I was hoping you would to be honest." Elias looked around before whispering into Henry, "A party isn't a party unless my partner-in-crime is here." Henry started laughing.

"Come now your majesty. You are far too old to be getting into any youthful shenanigans," he said aloud. Some of the older ministers and nobles cringed knowing that the royal pranksters were going to be up to no good. Despite it being almost decades since they did anything the memories of dyed wigs and foul odors coming from priest vestments returned. It was Josephine's order, the late empress and Elias' mother, that Henry not be permitted to attend all but the most formal of ceremonies at Perlsea Palace. Even after he had taken up the title of Duke from his father, she demanded that the two boys be seperated by at least two halberds length at all times. And her personal guards go with Duke Henry at all times to ensure he obeyed her command. Though there were times when they pair found a way to meet up and cause trouble. Quite a few guards were reprimanded by the empress. However, when Elias became Emperor and sending many invitations to him, Henry always feared some secret order from the late empress existed. That and the french threat along his borders. But your sixty-first birthday was important to both House Buchanan and House Lancaster. Elias, under the pretext of a formal visit, had made it for his sixty-first birthday celebration seven years ago. Henry wouldn't miss it for the world. A few began thinking of plausible excuses to why they couldn't leave their manors and homes until the celebration. Everyone else braced themselves for a long week.

"Meet me at in the Library. We can discuss how to make your birthday more festive." Henry returned to the crowd of nobles and Elias to his throne. He glared sinisterly at one of the nobles that had earned the emperor's ire lately and there was a collective sigh from everyone else. The noble in question received a few 'better you then me' looks from people and a few 'good luck you will need it' looks from others. Even Duke Henry had to pat the unluck person on the back and gave him a look that screamed 'my condolence but I not going easy on you.' 

The noble in question resended himself to a horrible fate which would very likely consist of public embarassment. He would have to pray to God for deliverance. That or someone else to present themselves much better target.

Elihu stayed in the back. He had been serving the imperial family for fifteen years now. Though he was only thirty-seven at the time. He remembered the day of Elias coronation. It was just three weeks after his forty-five birthday. The empress seemed like the picture of health. Despite a few complains of indigestion it was rather sudden. She had collapsed while performing her morning prayers and became bedridden in the same afternoon. Several bishops began planning for a funeral and a coronation in the same afternoon. Elias never left his mother's side. He was there with her up to the end. Two days later he was crowned Emperor. While few believe anything sinister happened even few would believe Elias had a hand in her death. Elias valued loyalty above all else. Loyalty to the land and her people was the first thoughts of Elias'. Loyalty to family and friends were second. Then loyalty to one's enemies. Promises were kept despite difficult and Elias was smart enough to make promises he could not keep. If he said he would send aid. You would receive it. If he promise to darken the earth with your blood. He best believe he would do it. Despite all the tragedy of surrounding his mother death, the real tragedy was the empress never met Prince Leland born only four short years later.

A messenger entered the throne eluding a great sense of urgency. The assembly turned toward him, he hurried toward the throne. Elias joined the other ministers as the messenger approached. "My lord...I bring...I bring news from the colon...colony."

"Someone fetch this man a drink of water," Elias barked looking around him. A cup was prepared and given to the man. He greedily drank it down. Regaining his composure and catching his breath some the messenger continued, "Thank you my liege. I bring urgent news from the colony of Alsus."

"Out with it man," Duke Henry said smirking. Elias shot him a serious glance and he nodded and desisted.

"Continue," the emperor said gesturing with his hand.

"The colonial governor Timothy Kearney has launched an attack force against the savages of Pillhilder. The battle was going in his favor. However, he savages gained aid from another tribe. He is requesting aid."

Lionel Payne, a shrewd ex-career soldier now turn advisor, stepped forward. "Your majesty may I be bold to make a suggestion."

"Your council on martial matters has always been acceptable. Please speak."

"We recently devised a new variation of the cannon. While we have tested the weapon in the countryside against motionless wooden soldiers and barns, I am eager to test them on moving targets and stone walls. If my lord permission I want to accompany them and see them firsthand."

Elias looked that Lionel before speaking, "While I would rather have you here in case of French assault, our ventures abroad are equally important. I grant you leave to go."

"At once. Sire I will take the fast ship in the fleet and make haste." He bowed before the emperor then turned to the messenger. "You there come tell me everything about the savages, their tactics, and their allies. I want a formalized plan by the time I arrive,"

Lionel listened to the messenger explain all the details he required as he departed.