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Ethiopia: The Land of Wonder
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Turkey's capital!
CaterpillarKing
Conqueror of Cacoons
Byzantium was never founded soooo 
Moai_Spammer
Ave, True to Caesar!
CaterpillarKing
Conqueror of Cacoons
Imagine how Constantinople would feel! 
CaterpillarKing
Conqueror of Cacoons
As the bright light shone intensely on the Arab city of Makkah, men moved about as they went on with their lives. Merchants and peddlers on every corner selling their goods to passerbys. Draft animals pulling carts trudged through the bustling city and carved paths through the throbbing mass of people. The meeting hall for the government of the Caliphate sat in the town square, in the crossroads between the two busiest roads of the city, and was protected by hundreds of men as today an important meeting would occur, one that would change the fate of the whole Arabian world.
"Respected leaders and officials of the Abbasid Caliphate. We have called everyone here on an extremely dire occasion. Our beloved Caliph has gone missing. He has seemingly disappeared" Murmurs began to circulate throughout the room but the speaker kept talking. "This did not occur recently, but several months ago. He has completely gone and is no where to be found. We fear he has either run away or has left and been killed. This meeting is to discuss the fate of the Caliphate."
Immediately one of the men stood up. "We must keep waiting! Our leader will return. All he needs is more time!" Nods and whispers of approval followed the short interjection. The conversations were currently orderly, but were soon to break down into a brawl.
Another man quickly stood up. "Face it! He's not coming back! We must make do without him. I declare that we should break apart and form a loose confederation. Each city owner will take charge of his region and we keep ties close."
"People! We cannot just forsake our Caliph like an old rag! I am sure that he will come back, and we must be ready for his return. I say we give him several more weeks, then we will reconvene. Breaking our glorious Islamic empire would be both traitorous and blasphemous. We must stand together through the worst and best of times. I know it may look bleak, but things will get better, if you would all just wait and see." Meanwhile, the speaker felt something brush up against his leg. He looked down to see a black cat, purring as is rubbed himself up against his robe. "Who's cat is this??"
"My bad, it's mine." The old man bent down and picked up his cat, he began stroking his beard and spoke. "I fear the worst has not even begun to occur. With the frightening new Turks to the North and the loss of more land, it seems the public has begun to lose faith in its government. Perhaps we should take into serious consideration, the fracturing of the Abbasid Caliphate into its respective parts. We would have to govern less and this would be advantageous to all. We have not fallen yet, but our future looks bleak. We must make plans now in case Makkah revolts against its government. Once we lose Makkah, we cannot stand. We shall have our cartographer draw up the lines of the provinces which would become separate entities in case of a clean break."
The next three hours were spent drawing up a map of the provinces of the Caliphate. The lines were fixed in place and the provincial rulers each agreed to their separate parcel. This was only in case Makkah was lost one way or another. Despite the few pessimists whom believe doom was soon to come, the vast majority of the group believed in earnest that the Arab nation would stay together for much longer. The Turks to the North did not seem to harbor much interest in taking the Eastern Mediterranean, and the Europeans were preoccupied defending their lands from said Turks. The matters were discussed long after the map was drawn up and made official. The men talked about the Ottoman Turks, Austria, the recent outbreak of a deadly plague in Chola, but foremost on the discussion, was Ethiopia.
To Arabia, Ethiopia was both its greatest ally, and its greatest foe. The friendship had started more out of pity then necessity. Ethiopia needed Arabia more than vice versa, and the Caliphs recognized this. It seemed, though, that the revitalization of Ethiopia after its catastrophic revolt had caused a massive reversal in the shift of power. Arabia had always been on the cutting edge of technology while Ethiopia was forced to resort to methods used since their beginning existence. Now though, with some exceptions, they were equals. Arabia was soon to be eclipsed by the growing Ethiopia. While the Abbasid Caliphate was being forced into a smaller and smaller box, their African friend was prospering and growing. This worried the entire Council. No one had expected this, and now that it was happening, they didn't know what to do. If Ethiopia didn't need them any more, then Arabia would lose its largest ally and would be alone in an alien world. Arab leaders could not come up with a clear solution to this problem as there was no clear problem.
The Council finished their talks after half the day was spent. The men each mounted their steeds and rode off to their abodes in their regions. This was suspected to be the end of the problems and now the Council could go back to normal. Caliph or no Caliph, it would not make a huge difference because people can take his place in different roles. The people would never need to know anyways. The officials each considered that to be the most stressful day in their lives, truth be told, it had only begun.
TheNoob
Dank Memes
Pic doesn't work
Plus I love the reference to the Democratic Caliphate.
Plus I love the reference to the Democratic Caliphate.
CaterpillarKing
Conqueror of Cacoons
Better? And I tried to make it as subtly obvious as possible
baseballpie
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Well, it was less subtle than a falling anvil, so good job!
CaterpillarKing
Conqueror of Cacoons
Religious Problems: 1295-1335
As expected, the tensions finally broke in Europe. With Austria having been weakened severely by the blows of losing much of its land to the East, the Sultanate was tottering. They appeared weak and easy to be conquered, having also lost Serbia, and more specifically, Belgrad, to the Ottomans.
The French king would still have an insanely difficult time fighting the very well trained troops of Austria, and he seemed to underestimate this. French cavalry would be nearly useless in these lands. This being said, the French were still a fearsome opponent, and their religious fervor would prove to be their greatest weapon. These would be true battles of not just powers, but religions. If Islam failed here, it would go back to where it came from and be seen as incapable, and that is unacceptable. Ethiopia openly supported the Sultan in this war and hoped for the best for their Austrian friends. There came a public outcry, the people were screaming for intervention by Ethiopian soldiers.
The army began to prepare for war and was suiting up for battle with the French, Ethiopia's long-time enemy. The Caliph was in a bit of a tough spot here, he knew that he couldn't send in his military because they were currently holding the city of Yeha after its rebellion, but he also didn't want Austria to be overrun by the French, and he didn't know what to do. After thinking on it for several days, he told the public his plan. He supported the idea of non-interventionism, unless the war begins to go wrong. The citizens were upset, but as ruler of an empire, you can't please everyone.
A Decree from Jabuuti in the domestic improvement of Ethiopia to the governor of Mombasa,
It has been decided upon by the Ulema and the Caliph that the true faith of Islam must be allowed to be taught across the empire. There are no requirements or mandatory conversion, but this decree is not optional and will be followed to the letter. Any and all actions against this are treason and will be treated as such. The construction of three mosques, complete with domes and minarets, shall be started by one month after this decree, along with the construction of twelve new Muslim-ran schools based in locations shown below this document in a map. May the constructions be well done and may Allah look kindly on his new buildings.
With missionaries flooding the streets of Mombasa from Meroe, Islam became the fastest growing faith in the city. Converts were being found on every corner as new people took up this growing religion. For many it was not only for religious reasons, but political ones. Leaders in government recognized that Islam was both a majority in Ethiopia, and backed by the government, so it would be vital in climbing the political ladder to any position.
While Christians were not exempt from governing jobs, they were not the first to be chosen. Also, this affected the commoners as well, believers in the will of Allah also received quite a few bonuses. The tax on Christians was lifted, but Muslims solely were allowed to get at least a basic education at little to no expense to them. Literacy rates sky rocketed as many became believers of Islam.
The majority of Christians soon became older men who refused to let go of their past, and they would pass this down to their children, hoping they would accept it. Times were troubling for Catholics as they slowly began to lose more and more of a foothold. It was found ironic that, after allowing Christianity to grow on its own and be free, it would suffer the hardest.
Spain was once again found trying to acquire superior Ethiopian knowledge. Even the most rudimentary techniques in art were but an alien concept to the Spanish monarchy. They requested the seeing of Ethiopian mosaics and paintings, but the Ulema of Foreign Affairs declined this, saying it is a cultural aspect they must discover on their own.
The Spanish remained the butt of Ethiopian jokes for year, with their lack of knowledge on many basic subjects and their attempts at being ferocious, but actually just being incompetent in every aspect of the word. The Caliph and his ministers would see to it that Spain would never have anything of Ethiopian origin, saying it was like giving ones own limb to a hungry dog, except if the dog was the size of a rodent.
The mass conversion of Mombasa was a glorious success. Every day there were now thousands upon thousands praying five times a day, marketplaces began to lower the amount of alcohol one could but, if not eliminating it entirely. Pork became a product almost impossible to acquire as the demand dwindled to almost none. Still, Christians remained to be the old and the rich, who had nothing to gain from conversion, some veterans of the rebellion that occurred long ago.
Islam was now the religion of the people, a sign of commoners power and their ability to stand together. It even became so popular that the government endorsed and even funded Muslim holidays such as Ramadan and Eid, furthering the popularity of the religion and the government itself. Several times the sects of Christians that lived mainly in the center of the city, appealed to the local government to either stop its funding of Muslim holidays, or begin funding Christian ones as well, and each time they were turned down. Christian leaders began worrying that this would be the end of the religion itself in Ethiopia, although it seemed to be forgotten that while a vast swathe of the city turned to Islam, the countryside remained Christian, as they did not need a basic education and had nothing to gain by converting, also many of them liked their alcohol.
The people of Mombasa loved the Caliph and his government, they loved their new religion, and they could only pronounce happiness, only good feelings seemed to be coming out from the South now. With the successes in Mombasa, funding for the same project to be done in Gondar was quickly approved. It was promised, though, that there would be no mission work into Yeha, if not only as a symbolic gesture of peace after the rebellion.
Sir, we have intelligence reports of a hostile group of bandits arriving, we number them at approximately four hundred, what are your orders sir? The man stood at attention in front of his better, awaiting an order.
Dispatch our cavalry units to intercept and destroy the bandits, four hundred is nothing, I trust you can do it Ahmad.
Yes sir! The man then ran off to collect his troops and send them out to take on the hostile looters. The man whom had directed the soldier, Hamad, sat down in his ornamental chair. He sighed and pulled out a book and began to read. Not long after he had started the first sentence, a knocked had sounded at his door. Hamad reluctantly stood up and walked over to his door and opened it. He say a man, holding a paper.
Hamad Bousaid? The man asked, Hamad nodded his head suspiciously. I have a message for you.
What is it? Hamad spat impatiently, but he soon got his answer. The man quickly unsheathed his sword, and plunged it deep into Hamads stomach, causing him to cough and sputter blood. He pulled the blade out, and his victim fell to the ground. The messenger of death then left the way he came, passing by Ahmads bloody corpse on the way out. The man muttered to himself, Ha, they wish it was only four hundred.
The streets of Makkah were akin to a hellhole, men and women of all ages ran to their houses, only to be cut down by the thousands of marauders streaming into the city. The military was powerless against the masses of bandits because of both numbers, and incompetent generals. Those who did fight to save the city, fought valiantly until death, but valiance cannot win a battle. The looters stormed down the streets, chasing down the innocent and slaughtering them mercilessly. Buildings that they couldnt get into that was holding innocent people, was torched in hopes those inside would die a slow and painful death. The streets were now flowing red with the very blood of the people whom used to walk them.
The walls of Makkah were the last stronghold against the bandits. General Mohammed Nejem was one of the last to fight for his home. He stood on the walls, with his loyal soldiers, fighting off the invaders. He screamed and cursed as he slit throats and stabbed abdomens. He spat at them and kicked their bodies off the walls. He promised both his lord and his now absent Caliph that he would fight to the end, and he would. The skilled swordsman wielded his weapon with great dexterity, fighting off many at once. In times of trouble his men would come to his aid and take down the attackers. After hours of fighting there only stood five of them left, and they now all gathered to the top of a tower on the wall, forcing the marauders up the stairs. There they fought, as the final legacy, until one by one, they were all killed, except the general, even when surrounded and out of options, he still fought, until he was subdued by the warriors, and carried off to a cart, where he was tied up and would be drawn off to some far away land.
As he was wheeled away with several other people he recognized as high-ranking officials, he couldnt help but watch the horrific scene. His city, his home, being taken over by barbarians, it was unbearable. This wasnt even the largest consequence though, seeing as their capital was gone, the regions of Arabia had no central authority and no way to collectively govern. When they had planned for disintegration, it wasnt expected to actually happen, yet it did. The different regions then each split from each other. Although independent of each other, they named themselves the Independent Arabic Coalition, which was but a meaningless sentiment. The Rashidun Caliphate had fallen, and the cradle of Islam was now in the hands of savages, the Caliph in Ethiopia could only stare on in horror as his old friend began self-destructing in the most violent manner possible. Only months after its creation, the Coalition began to crumble as several regions began to war on each other over land and resources, never had times been so bleak.
While the invaders from the steppes lacked the cultural advances found in Ethiopia, they had developed a superior form of trade and commerce. It involved the banding together of the same type of artisan or any type of worker and the creation of a union between these people. People from the Ilkhanate of Persia were sent to Ethiopia to direct the Ulema of Domestic Affairs in how to make the most effective use of this idea. It proved massively successful when projected upon the blacksmiths of Jabuuti. Their output had increased and a sense of togetherness had created a sort of family. This proved immensely helpful, this was not a gift though and the Mongolians did want something in return.
Leaders in Ethiopian arts were told to go to Mongolian lands and present both ideologies of Bahrey, and art styles popularized across the empire. While the art didnt seem all that popular, some Mongolians did take up at trying to create their own style, Bahreyan philosophy spread like wildfire. Its teachings infused perfectly with Mongolian traditions.
Along with an exchange in knowledge, a new trade line was established. With pork now out of the diets of many Southern Ethiopians, they needed a new source of food. Mongolian grains soon became popular in bread-making in this region, and likewise, Ethiopian beef was soon found as a delicacy by many nobles.
The French king would still have an insanely difficult time fighting the very well trained troops of Austria, and he seemed to underestimate this. French cavalry would be nearly useless in these lands. This being said, the French were still a fearsome opponent, and their religious fervor would prove to be their greatest weapon. These would be true battles of not just powers, but religions. If Islam failed here, it would go back to where it came from and be seen as incapable, and that is unacceptable. Ethiopia openly supported the Sultan in this war and hoped for the best for their Austrian friends. There came a public outcry, the people were screaming for intervention by Ethiopian soldiers.
The army began to prepare for war and was suiting up for battle with the French, Ethiopia's long-time enemy. The Caliph was in a bit of a tough spot here, he knew that he couldn't send in his military because they were currently holding the city of Yeha after its rebellion, but he also didn't want Austria to be overrun by the French, and he didn't know what to do. After thinking on it for several days, he told the public his plan. He supported the idea of non-interventionism, unless the war begins to go wrong. The citizens were upset, but as ruler of an empire, you can't please everyone.
Spoiler :
A Decree from Jabuuti in the domestic improvement of Ethiopia to the governor of Mombasa,
It has been decided upon by the Ulema and the Caliph that the true faith of Islam must be allowed to be taught across the empire. There are no requirements or mandatory conversion, but this decree is not optional and will be followed to the letter. Any and all actions against this are treason and will be treated as such. The construction of three mosques, complete with domes and minarets, shall be started by one month after this decree, along with the construction of twelve new Muslim-ran schools based in locations shown below this document in a map. May the constructions be well done and may Allah look kindly on his new buildings.
With missionaries flooding the streets of Mombasa from Meroe, Islam became the fastest growing faith in the city. Converts were being found on every corner as new people took up this growing religion. For many it was not only for religious reasons, but political ones. Leaders in government recognized that Islam was both a majority in Ethiopia, and backed by the government, so it would be vital in climbing the political ladder to any position.
While Christians were not exempt from governing jobs, they were not the first to be chosen. Also, this affected the commoners as well, believers in the will of Allah also received quite a few bonuses. The tax on Christians was lifted, but Muslims solely were allowed to get at least a basic education at little to no expense to them. Literacy rates sky rocketed as many became believers of Islam.
The majority of Christians soon became older men who refused to let go of their past, and they would pass this down to their children, hoping they would accept it. Times were troubling for Catholics as they slowly began to lose more and more of a foothold. It was found ironic that, after allowing Christianity to grow on its own and be free, it would suffer the hardest.
Spoiler :
Spain was once again found trying to acquire superior Ethiopian knowledge. Even the most rudimentary techniques in art were but an alien concept to the Spanish monarchy. They requested the seeing of Ethiopian mosaics and paintings, but the Ulema of Foreign Affairs declined this, saying it is a cultural aspect they must discover on their own.
The Spanish remained the butt of Ethiopian jokes for year, with their lack of knowledge on many basic subjects and their attempts at being ferocious, but actually just being incompetent in every aspect of the word. The Caliph and his ministers would see to it that Spain would never have anything of Ethiopian origin, saying it was like giving ones own limb to a hungry dog, except if the dog was the size of a rodent.
Spoiler :
The mass conversion of Mombasa was a glorious success. Every day there were now thousands upon thousands praying five times a day, marketplaces began to lower the amount of alcohol one could but, if not eliminating it entirely. Pork became a product almost impossible to acquire as the demand dwindled to almost none. Still, Christians remained to be the old and the rich, who had nothing to gain from conversion, some veterans of the rebellion that occurred long ago.
Islam was now the religion of the people, a sign of commoners power and their ability to stand together. It even became so popular that the government endorsed and even funded Muslim holidays such as Ramadan and Eid, furthering the popularity of the religion and the government itself. Several times the sects of Christians that lived mainly in the center of the city, appealed to the local government to either stop its funding of Muslim holidays, or begin funding Christian ones as well, and each time they were turned down. Christian leaders began worrying that this would be the end of the religion itself in Ethiopia, although it seemed to be forgotten that while a vast swathe of the city turned to Islam, the countryside remained Christian, as they did not need a basic education and had nothing to gain by converting, also many of them liked their alcohol.
The people of Mombasa loved the Caliph and his government, they loved their new religion, and they could only pronounce happiness, only good feelings seemed to be coming out from the South now. With the successes in Mombasa, funding for the same project to be done in Gondar was quickly approved. It was promised, though, that there would be no mission work into Yeha, if not only as a symbolic gesture of peace after the rebellion.
Spoiler :
Sir, we have intelligence reports of a hostile group of bandits arriving, we number them at approximately four hundred, what are your orders sir? The man stood at attention in front of his better, awaiting an order.
Dispatch our cavalry units to intercept and destroy the bandits, four hundred is nothing, I trust you can do it Ahmad.
Yes sir! The man then ran off to collect his troops and send them out to take on the hostile looters. The man whom had directed the soldier, Hamad, sat down in his ornamental chair. He sighed and pulled out a book and began to read. Not long after he had started the first sentence, a knocked had sounded at his door. Hamad reluctantly stood up and walked over to his door and opened it. He say a man, holding a paper.
Hamad Bousaid? The man asked, Hamad nodded his head suspiciously. I have a message for you.
What is it? Hamad spat impatiently, but he soon got his answer. The man quickly unsheathed his sword, and plunged it deep into Hamads stomach, causing him to cough and sputter blood. He pulled the blade out, and his victim fell to the ground. The messenger of death then left the way he came, passing by Ahmads bloody corpse on the way out. The man muttered to himself, Ha, they wish it was only four hundred.
The streets of Makkah were akin to a hellhole, men and women of all ages ran to their houses, only to be cut down by the thousands of marauders streaming into the city. The military was powerless against the masses of bandits because of both numbers, and incompetent generals. Those who did fight to save the city, fought valiantly until death, but valiance cannot win a battle. The looters stormed down the streets, chasing down the innocent and slaughtering them mercilessly. Buildings that they couldnt get into that was holding innocent people, was torched in hopes those inside would die a slow and painful death. The streets were now flowing red with the very blood of the people whom used to walk them.
The walls of Makkah were the last stronghold against the bandits. General Mohammed Nejem was one of the last to fight for his home. He stood on the walls, with his loyal soldiers, fighting off the invaders. He screamed and cursed as he slit throats and stabbed abdomens. He spat at them and kicked their bodies off the walls. He promised both his lord and his now absent Caliph that he would fight to the end, and he would. The skilled swordsman wielded his weapon with great dexterity, fighting off many at once. In times of trouble his men would come to his aid and take down the attackers. After hours of fighting there only stood five of them left, and they now all gathered to the top of a tower on the wall, forcing the marauders up the stairs. There they fought, as the final legacy, until one by one, they were all killed, except the general, even when surrounded and out of options, he still fought, until he was subdued by the warriors, and carried off to a cart, where he was tied up and would be drawn off to some far away land.
As he was wheeled away with several other people he recognized as high-ranking officials, he couldnt help but watch the horrific scene. His city, his home, being taken over by barbarians, it was unbearable. This wasnt even the largest consequence though, seeing as their capital was gone, the regions of Arabia had no central authority and no way to collectively govern. When they had planned for disintegration, it wasnt expected to actually happen, yet it did. The different regions then each split from each other. Although independent of each other, they named themselves the Independent Arabic Coalition, which was but a meaningless sentiment. The Rashidun Caliphate had fallen, and the cradle of Islam was now in the hands of savages, the Caliph in Ethiopia could only stare on in horror as his old friend began self-destructing in the most violent manner possible. Only months after its creation, the Coalition began to crumble as several regions began to war on each other over land and resources, never had times been so bleak.
Spoiler :
While the invaders from the steppes lacked the cultural advances found in Ethiopia, they had developed a superior form of trade and commerce. It involved the banding together of the same type of artisan or any type of worker and the creation of a union between these people. People from the Ilkhanate of Persia were sent to Ethiopia to direct the Ulema of Domestic Affairs in how to make the most effective use of this idea. It proved massively successful when projected upon the blacksmiths of Jabuuti. Their output had increased and a sense of togetherness had created a sort of family. This proved immensely helpful, this was not a gift though and the Mongolians did want something in return.
Leaders in Ethiopian arts were told to go to Mongolian lands and present both ideologies of Bahrey, and art styles popularized across the empire. While the art didnt seem all that popular, some Mongolians did take up at trying to create their own style, Bahreyan philosophy spread like wildfire. Its teachings infused perfectly with Mongolian traditions.
Along with an exchange in knowledge, a new trade line was established. With pork now out of the diets of many Southern Ethiopians, they needed a new source of food. Mongolian grains soon became popular in bread-making in this region, and likewise, Ethiopian beef was soon found as a delicacy by many nobles.
Spoiler :
Spoiler :
CaterpillarKing
Conqueror of Cacoons
Only one more update and then I will announce some changes.
adhiraj.bose
Deity
There was never any pig in Ethiopia
CaterpillarKing
Conqueror of Cacoons
There was actually, but we traded it away
yourmatthew999
Chieftain
lol great stuffgonna post some of mine as soon as i get a break from modding to actually *play*
CaterpillarKing
Conqueror of Cacoons
Thanks! Also, not to just be self-advertising, if you watch the Rise of Brazil for the next two weeks, you'll see the ending of it. 
It's incredible how powerful DOC make's you feel though, because when you play as a historically not-as-strong nation, and you end up conquering swathes of the world, you feel pretty darn powerful
It's incredible how powerful DOC make's you feel though, because when you play as a historically not-as-strong nation, and you end up conquering swathes of the world, you feel pretty darn powerful
CaterpillarKing
Conqueror of Cacoons
The sun rose on a beautiful day in the land of Ethiopia. The skies were clear and the waters calm. People moved about in their daily lives as happy as could be. It was still only early morning, and the servants had begun to prepare their ornate trays with the coffee and breakfast foods for the Caliph of Ethiopia.
Their gorgeous silver platters filled with more beautiful silverware and plates with a porcelain cup holding the coffee made by Mongolian artisans that learned the craft from the unheard of, Chinese. The many servants and cooks ran around the kitchen like ants in a dirt pile, ensuring the meal made for their leader was the best it could possibly be.
His old age made him someone to tenderly take care of. His age had been lost, but was believed to be between 110 and 120 years old, which is beyond impressive. He was still quite nimble in his advanced age. He was able to speak and give orders and ensure all his duties as Caliph were realized, his only main hindrance was mobility. He required the assistance of a walking stick and another person to be able to make it out of a room.
Every day the servants walked into his chamber, scared of what they would find, and every time they were relieved that he still lay there, reading or snoring. Both were signs of life. As the food bearers slowly creaked open the door, they were greeted by the elderly man with a smile. They gave him his food and he thanked them. He then dismissed them so he could enjoy his breakfast. Once again he had survived another day at the hands of father time.
Several minutes had passed, and as the servants walked by the room on their way to another area, they heard no clatter of silverware, no eating noises, nothing. The head servant carefully opened the door and screeched at the sight before her eyes. There lie the Caliph of Ethiopia, foaming at the mouth and violently twitching. It wasn't even another minute before his movements subsided, and he stay there, motionless, lifeless. It didn't take a detective to determine that poison had been administered, but by whom? In his food, a gem was found, presumably from a ring that had been broken, this was believed to give a clue as to who the killer might be. This plagued the protectors of the Caliph, but for the time being, they had to wait. The entombment of their deceased leader had to be dealt with first.
The whole event preceded as the ones before it had. Specialized workers were presented with the body and the workers did their job and prepared their leader for encasement in the tomb with his predecessors. They dressed him and built a fine casket, so it could be placed into the larger stone opening. The chiselers had already engraved all necessary details in the rock, and then the procession began. Eight men, four on each side, carried the casket. They held it up high as the citizens prayed and cried for their beloved ruler. The city of Jabuuti and the empire as a whole was shaken by this. The love and forgiveness, the understanding and care would be unparalleled.
At high noon, they placed their deceased Caliph into the tomb, and sealed it shut, never to be reopened. The successor was also to be determined soon after the ceremony. Now was the time for he decision to be made. The council isolated themselves, and talked over who they believed it should be. After hours of completely being shut out, their decision had been made. A man only of the age twenty six was chosen to lead the empire. His credentials were great, with high degrees of education, but as a kid he had tendencies to be violent. It was since believed that those tendencies had died with maturity and that he had fostered into a strong, caring ruler of the people. As he made his opening speech, his held his Quran with his strong hands. After the speech was concluded, and he had been made the new ruler of Ethiopia, he handed his ring to a loyal servant, telling him to get it fixed.
Their gorgeous silver platters filled with more beautiful silverware and plates with a porcelain cup holding the coffee made by Mongolian artisans that learned the craft from the unheard of, Chinese. The many servants and cooks ran around the kitchen like ants in a dirt pile, ensuring the meal made for their leader was the best it could possibly be.
His old age made him someone to tenderly take care of. His age had been lost, but was believed to be between 110 and 120 years old, which is beyond impressive. He was still quite nimble in his advanced age. He was able to speak and give orders and ensure all his duties as Caliph were realized, his only main hindrance was mobility. He required the assistance of a walking stick and another person to be able to make it out of a room.
Every day the servants walked into his chamber, scared of what they would find, and every time they were relieved that he still lay there, reading or snoring. Both were signs of life. As the food bearers slowly creaked open the door, they were greeted by the elderly man with a smile. They gave him his food and he thanked them. He then dismissed them so he could enjoy his breakfast. Once again he had survived another day at the hands of father time.
Several minutes had passed, and as the servants walked by the room on their way to another area, they heard no clatter of silverware, no eating noises, nothing. The head servant carefully opened the door and screeched at the sight before her eyes. There lie the Caliph of Ethiopia, foaming at the mouth and violently twitching. It wasn't even another minute before his movements subsided, and he stay there, motionless, lifeless. It didn't take a detective to determine that poison had been administered, but by whom? In his food, a gem was found, presumably from a ring that had been broken, this was believed to give a clue as to who the killer might be. This plagued the protectors of the Caliph, but for the time being, they had to wait. The entombment of their deceased leader had to be dealt with first.
The whole event preceded as the ones before it had. Specialized workers were presented with the body and the workers did their job and prepared their leader for encasement in the tomb with his predecessors. They dressed him and built a fine casket, so it could be placed into the larger stone opening. The chiselers had already engraved all necessary details in the rock, and then the procession began. Eight men, four on each side, carried the casket. They held it up high as the citizens prayed and cried for their beloved ruler. The city of Jabuuti and the empire as a whole was shaken by this. The love and forgiveness, the understanding and care would be unparalleled.
At high noon, they placed their deceased Caliph into the tomb, and sealed it shut, never to be reopened. The successor was also to be determined soon after the ceremony. Now was the time for he decision to be made. The council isolated themselves, and talked over who they believed it should be. After hours of completely being shut out, their decision had been made. A man only of the age twenty six was chosen to lead the empire. His credentials were great, with high degrees of education, but as a kid he had tendencies to be violent. It was since believed that those tendencies had died with maturity and that he had fostered into a strong, caring ruler of the people. As he made his opening speech, his held his Quran with his strong hands. After the speech was concluded, and he had been made the new ruler of Ethiopia, he handed his ring to a loyal servant, telling him to get it fixed.
CaterpillarKing
Conqueror of Cacoons
An Expanding Empire: 1315-1330
The city of Jabuuti once more became overflowing with work to do, with stressed relations and even more stressed government officials, tensions were high in the capital. Currently the University was still under construction, and didnt appear to be in the realm of completion for quite a while. The new Caliph was fresh blood in an old job. He brought new life to the position and his young age did manage to help with connection to the people, but it also proved to be a problem with respect from leaders of other Empires. During one meeting, the Sheikh of one of the once Arab realm of Dar ash-Sham mistook the emperor for a messenger and told him to deliver something. Infuriated the Caliph ordered him out of the palace immediately.
Other than a few hiccups, the beginning of a new rule transitioned smoothly. The new ruler was confident, proud, and strong, but this was seen by many as not a good thing. Many worried of his overextension and involvement in Arabian affairs, also, the death of his successor still had the whole land steeped in conspiracy and possible foul play of the new Caliph himself. No one could be sure of it though so no one said anything of it. The growth of Ethiopias army grew dramatically under his reign. In the first years alone he managed to train and create many new armored horsemen to trample enemies.
Conservative Muslims were afraid that he would take too much power and divert away from his true roots as Muslim ruler of Ethiopia. They also feared of a second revolt. As the years ticked away, the century long limit got ever closer to being over. A few believed that the family of those exiled still held in the bitterness of their ancestors, and that they would change the course of Ethiopia. Many times they attempted to get the Caliph to pass laws to reinstitute a jizya, and other limitations, but every time he refused. He personally did not like the Christians, but they were another problem for another day.
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The barbaric raids encountered years earlier had all but destroyed the outlying plantations that accounted for large amounts of Meroes economy. The reconstruction took much longer than expected, with numerous droughts and hitches, in building. It was expected to take a while longer, but it was at least some sort of good news for the locals. The workers toiled in the hot sun, each day worse than the last. Eventually though, it would be done.
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Off the coast of Ethiopias middle lands, pirates were seen sailing through the waves, towards the Ethiopian coast. The navy had been deployed into the Red Sea, and was currently unavailable to fight. The defending troops and citizens prayed they would stay away from their land and remain around the region of Madagascar.
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Caliph of the Great Ethiopian Empire,
Today the armies under the watchful eyes of General Ahmed have managed to land in the areas of Yemen near the city of Sanaa, historically Ethiopian. The landing proceeded smoothly with no problems at all. The people here are afraid of us, rightly so. They stand only with rudimentary weapons, useless against the fleeting speed of our archers. Our attack shall begin soon, and we will make sure that the fall will be glorious. Your dreams of an Islamic Empire under rightful Ethiopian rule shall be met out my lord.
In addition, the forces not going to be used in the taking of Sanaa have been deployed towards the capital of Makkah. From what I understand, the city will be much harder to take, so they have proceeded on with the tougher troops out of our lineup. We wished them luck and the will of Allah. Their victory surely shall be as quick and magnanimous as ours will be. The Chola also have been seemingly take watch on these events, with small, lightweight vessels docked on the coasts. They seem to have snuck in under our radar, despite the obvious closing of borders with them. Regardless, their presence does not make this day any less glorious.
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The soldiers began to gather their belongings. For most, their possessions were scarce, such was the life of a soldier in the horse archery division. Five thousand soldiers were numbered that day. Across the vast flat lands sat their prize, Sanaa, with a fraction of the defenders, General Ahmed was confident in victory on this day. He and his men prepared themselves for battle, praying to Allah and donning their war clothes. They saddled up as they prepared to make for the city, to begin the official war on the realms of what was Arabia. This bold move would require a bold tactic, and they knew their enemies weakness.
The soldiers sauntered on their horses towards their target; nothing so far appeared to be putting them in danger, so they moved on. Casually making their way, they moved at a slow pace as to not tire their horses before battle. Each archer maintained their horses health well as they moved on, ensuring they were not too hot or thirsty to move on. Closer and closer to the walls they moved, making the defenders have to do something. Although still many miles out, they threatened the city just from their sheer psychological impact. The force of Ethiopia just seemed to stop then, as if halted on command. They lined up and waited, quite far from the walls. Still hard to make out for some, they could barely tell they were on horseback.
The defending troops needed to make a move. They needed to meet Ethiopia head to head in battle. The Arabian defender dressed themselves in their armor, equipped their heavy weaponry, and shoved off for battle. In belief that their armor would protect them, this would not be the case. The cavalry chose this moment to strike and attacked viciously. Using methods popularized by the Mongol hordes, the Ethiopians aggressively shot volleys of arrows while galloping past, and then retreated back to safety, only to repeat again. The short bows, layered with wood and laminated gave much strength to them as they shot arrows into the hearts of enemies. The Arabic troops uselessly sliced at Ethiopian horses, and despite a number of fatalities, they proved no match for superior tactics.
So fell the city of Sanaa. Originally Ethiopian, the city was now in the hands of its original owners. Many had forgotten this fact, but were just glad regardless to see more land being introduced into the empire. An equal number grieving about the tyrannical reign of the new Caliph and complained that these lands were to stay independent and that meddling in Arabic affairs is deadly. The populace knew that Makkah was next. Thousands watched in excitement and thousands cringed as a new age of Ethiopian dominance opened up.
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adhiraj.bose
Deity
This has to be one of the best updates so far, I especially like the way you hinted at the family of the exiled resenting the caliph 
. That juxtaposed to the Cholas sneaking around makes for an interesting twist in the whole story .. well I have a story brewing in my mind anyways .
btw I think you meant "predecessor" when you said successor .
. That juxtaposed to the Cholas sneaking around makes for an interesting twist in the whole story .. well I have a story brewing in my mind anyways .btw I think you meant "predecessor" when you said successor
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CaterpillarKing
Conqueror of Cacoons
Thanks! And yeah I see that now I can't edit it with this profile though
I can't edit it with this profile though 
CaterpillarKing
Conqueror of Cacoons
You'll see how it all pans out.
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