Irish-African
Daniel O'Doull sat at the table reading the newspaper. The Cork Crier was much better, but he was in Dublin now, so the Dublin Pages it was. He saw his brothers name on the first page, with a story about his meeting the Pope. Daniel's brother always outdid him, and it was now time for that to change. Daniel was to depart today for his journey to the Dark Continent, to spread the faith. But that was irrelenvant right now. He open the newpaper to stories about the Zulu Rebellion and began to read.....
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Many Weeks later...
Daniel had obviously not been made for sea travel. The waves made him nauseous, and worst of all, the merchants he was sailing with were staying out side of coastal zones. He disliked how he had to get there, with the bribing and the skooting around colonial zones. But they were rounding the Bottom of Africa, and would be in port in a couple of days. Then it was just time to wait.
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Faithful Day
In the Portugese port town, Daniel O'Doull waited. People around him were running in all directions, screaming in the Portugese. Daniel had study Portugese in school in Ireland, so he knew what they were saying. But Daniel just stood their, holding his rosary. Zulu raiders on horse back came sweeping threw the town. A group stopped when they saw him. They yelled something at him in Zulu, a language he didn't know. Daniel put faith in God, the Almighty, and held out his hands to be bound. This took the Zulu by surprise. They gaped at him, and then one picked up his foot and smacked Daniel in the face with it. Daniel pretended to be unconsious as they bound him and dragged him away......
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The Meeting
It had been around 2 weeks since the raid by Daniel's count, and finally he was getting what he wanted. A meeting with the Zulu Emperor. He was ushered into a tent where the Zulu Emperor was. In surprisingly good Portuguese, the Emperor commanded him to kneel. Feistily Daniel replied "I kneel to none by my King and my God." The Zulu Emperor looked down at him from his throne and inquired, "Yes, tell me more about this God and his Jesus."
The Conversion had begun. It was now time for The Zulu's to decide to embrace God or to deny him.
OOC: I wrote this with Wubba's permission. He know has to decide to convert to Catholicism or not.