adhiraj.bose
Deity
I'll be writing my side story later tonight from the POV of the al-iraq general.
The Democratic Caliphate.
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I agree with DKVM, it's nice to hear the other side of the story. adhiraj usually does that in Tryst and it's awesome.
With Catholic Italy right below them, catholic Poland right beside them and huge buddhist Russia trying to become a threat to Europe, Muslim HRE decides it's best to conquer Persepolis then to fight any of these.
We will have to discuss that on the Shura, I fear their intentions are somewhat dangerous to us. Although the HRE is muslim, only a minority of their cities is muslim, so the real reason for them to keep being muslims is to try to make us their friends (and probably Cordoba too), while they plan something to remove our power.
It's intriguing how our 2 best friends are the ones that threaten us the most: Cordoba, the most developed nation, and HRE, the strongest of our neighbors (if we exclude Mongolia of course).
How did the HRE get there so fast???
With Catholic Italy right below them, catholic Poland right beside them and huge buddhist Russia trying to become a threat to Europe, Muslim HRE decides it's best to conquer Persepolis then to fight any of these.
We will have to discuss that on the Shura, I fear their intentions are somewhat dangerous to us. Although the HRE is muslim, only a minority of their cities is muslim, so the real reason for them to keep being muslims is to try to make us their friends (and probably Cordoba too), while they plan something to remove our power.
It's intriguing how our 2 best friends are the ones that threaten us the most: Cordoba, the most developed nation, and HRE, the strongest of our neighbors (if we exclude Mongolia of course).
jackelgull
An aberration of nature
Spoiler :
In 1279 AD an event happened that shook up the Caliphate. Discontent in Anadol erupted into rebellion, and a group of nomadic tribesmen declared their independence, joined by the peasants, the slaves, thieves, murderers, cut throats, bandits, individualists, local lords looking for more power within a new empire… yes, these rebels were a diverse bunch, having only two things in common, a hatred for the social order and the name “Turks”. The forces arrayed were truly impressive, with ten thousand troops at their command and the latest technology.
Spoiler :
But the caliphate was ready. The Provincial Councilor of Anadol, sensing discontent, requested the caliph for back up, and the empire brought its siege and camel archers to bear upon the large scale rebellion. It was a mighty battle, worthy of being praised for centuries. Severely weakened by the bombards of the Caliphate, the Turks still fought valiantly against the camel archers, but ultimately, after a long hard day of battle, their discipline broke down and the remaining rebels fled to the corners of the empire, defeated, but their hatred and anger still smoldering.
Spoiler :
The results of the first Turkish rebellion. Though many of the top conspirators were killed, the most important one escaped suspicion and kept discontent and rebellion from stopping. He was Dar Anadol’s brother, Harun. He once again gathered the scattered malcontents and never do wells of the Caliphate in Anadol, in a bid for power. Normally the Adl Nidham would have noticed and dealt appropriately with the threat, but recently the spy network had become corrupt and inept. The problem was so bad, that it was said for every true report the spy master received, there were 4 or five falsified ones, and two or three that had reached different ears instead. The Nidham was busy cleaning up his own network to notice these movements.
Spoiler :
Then in 1285 AD Harun launched the second Turkish rebellion, also known as Al Harun’s War. He bribed the governors of Anquarah and Ninawa to join him, while bribing a guard of Qunstantiniyya to open a gate for him. The guardians of the city fought to the last man but were overwhelmed by numbers and surprise. Harun then claimed himself the new Caliph over the Turkish Empire and sent his army out to conquer the rest of the Caliphate, leaving only a small garrison of bombard he had commanded from before his revolt. But Harun had miscalculated. The governors of Anqurah and Ninawa were discovered and deposed of before they could complete their treachery, and to the west were a small force of Camel Archers left over from the last Turkish rebellion. These camel archers recaptured Qunstantiniyya mostly intact, though some buildings had been destroyed in the fight. At the head of these camel archers was Dar al Anandol, who fought like a madman possessed. Twenty, thirty enemy soldiers were decimated at a time by his flashing sword. Not even in the first Turkish rebellion had he shown such vigor and prowess. It was as if a natural disaster had decimated the enemies’ rank. Harun fought like a cornered rat, but he was no match for his brother. In the midst of all the carnage he had caused, Harun sank to his knees and wept, begging his brother for mercy. Al Anadol said harshly to him, “Do not weep like a woman for what you could not defend as a man, and do not expect me to honor any claim of kinship when those claims obviously mean so little to you.”
Harun was soon beheaded. Then Al Anadol issued a declaration to the rest of the rebels. They could either lay down their arms and be granted pardon and their complaints examined, or they could fight and die.
DKVM
Joker
99/100 rating
Also, the first line is cut in half.
Also, the first line is cut in half.
TheNoob
Dank Memes
We did it!
CaterpillarKing
Conqueror of Cacoons
Yay! Turks go bye bye 
Yeah guys, together we defeated the Ottomans! We had a few drawbacks but much less then expected and even lesser then the normal outcome in such an event.
Nidham has stated that the story update is over, so the next council will start asap. I'm preparing the Report of 1309 a.d so you guys may check everything that matters to each counselor.
Nidham has stated that the story update is over, so the next council will start asap. I'm preparing the Report of 1309 a.d so you guys may check everything that matters to each counselor.
jackelgull
An aberration of nature
Finally, these remarkable achievements were accomplished without a Caliph at the helm. Power has been co opted by the councilors, though none of them have come forward to take the mostly ceremonial position as their own. This is confusing as the role now only offers bling and female dogs I mean money from the treasury and a harem.
DKVM
Joker
I'm not sure if it was on purpose but I'm pretty sure you basically implied that Caliph = Pimp in the crossed out part.
jackelgull
An aberration of nature
Well why not? I thought pimp=awesome. And I was going to use the more adult version of female dog too, but I want this story to be some what family friendly, or else there would be more references to long, thick and hard swords
.
CaterpillarKing
Conqueror of Cacoons
Oh my god what are you doing?
adhiraj.bose
Deity
On the twenty ninth day of Tir, in the 689th year of the Hijri calendar, our wise grandmother died. In her dying breath, she spoke of a land long lost to our family. She held with her right hand, my left hand, and with her left hand, my brother's right hand.
"Promise me" she said, "Promise me, that my grandchildren will break bread at Takht-i-Jamshid."
For over three centuries, the Khodadad family has lived in Baghdad, as have over half a million refugees and their children who now call the land between two rivers their home. Yet, in our hearts we dreamt of Persia. The Arab people are at their finest in Mesopotamia, high in culture, prosperous in trade, and productive in labor. Baghdad is easily amongst the greatest cities in the world, what honor then it was for the line of Khodadads to be appointed as its governor.
The invasion of the Seljuks had taken our homeland from us, but Allah has been kind in showing us a new home. Over here, we integrated into the populace, becoming a citizen of the Great Caliphate of muslims. Here there was no discrimination on skin or origin, here the ummah was one and there would always be shelter for muslims in need. Our people were in need, but our need was to reclaim what was taken from us.
Centuries passed, and we witnessed helplessly, our lands defiled and destroyed. First came the Turks, then came the accursed minions of the Tang empire. They put to fire the city of Isfahan killing Turks and Persians alike. It was a terror to witness, but we understood then that the opportunity had come where we could at last come back to whence we came from. In the centuries that had passed, our family had built the strength of Dar-Al iraq.
The horror that befell Persia had frightened the leading counsellors of the caliphate, Al-Iraq which was gifted with power and potential was allowed to build up strength through conscriptions, yet we had failed to strike at persia. We watched the suffering of Persia from Iraq as we grew our strength seated in Baghdad. In the three centuries that followed the Seljuk invasion, the world witnessed many barbaric invasions, from more exotic tribes in the North and East. These were brutal times, and our family lead the caliphate with a strong determined resolve and absolute faith in the word of Allah.
Three centuries of turmoil passed, the caliphate strengthened as the vile empire of the Seljuks weakened. In time, they crumbled into independent Khanates. The hurricane that was the Tang empire invasion smashed the strength of the Turks in Persia. It was now open for retaking. Now, in the year 687 of the Hijri, the Mujahid of Al Iraq, with the sons of Persia in their ranks, marched together with the mujahid of misr. The vast conquering armies that had smote the Ottoman turks of Anaotila now marched to liberate Persia from the rule of Seljuk turks.
Many thousands of Persian refugees and their kin had joined the call for jihad against the Seljuk, the jihad to liberate their homeland. The earth trembled when we called out our war cry, "Naarey Takbir ! Allah hu Akbar!" . We marched with the banner of the Takbir before us, I had the honor of holding the banner of the mujahid of Iraq.
When we came before the port city of Gwadar, we saw a force of four thousand Turkic archers defending the city. Their bows are famed for their strength and range, yet with all the courage these fallen men could muster, and all the strength in their bows, Gwadar's meagre garrison could not withstand before the strength and numbers of our mujahid. Our archers fired from the back of camels whilst they moved, so whilst we could attack them, their bolts could not touch us. Perhaps it was a miracle of Allah that not one of our mujahid had won unscathed.
Six hours did the battle last. At the end, the banner of Dar-Al-Iraq fluttered over the towers of Gwadar. When the battle was over, my brother Hormazd, the governor of Iraq sank to his knees and kissed the earth beneath him. "Home" he said, "We have freed her brother.."
I was but a young boy when our grandmother had made us promise to her on her deathbed, today we have begun its fulfillment.
"Promise me" she said, "Promise me, that my grandchildren will break bread at Takht-i-Jamshid."
For over three centuries, the Khodadad family has lived in Baghdad, as have over half a million refugees and their children who now call the land between two rivers their home. Yet, in our hearts we dreamt of Persia. The Arab people are at their finest in Mesopotamia, high in culture, prosperous in trade, and productive in labor. Baghdad is easily amongst the greatest cities in the world, what honor then it was for the line of Khodadads to be appointed as its governor.
The invasion of the Seljuks had taken our homeland from us, but Allah has been kind in showing us a new home. Over here, we integrated into the populace, becoming a citizen of the Great Caliphate of muslims. Here there was no discrimination on skin or origin, here the ummah was one and there would always be shelter for muslims in need. Our people were in need, but our need was to reclaim what was taken from us.
Centuries passed, and we witnessed helplessly, our lands defiled and destroyed. First came the Turks, then came the accursed minions of the Tang empire. They put to fire the city of Isfahan killing Turks and Persians alike. It was a terror to witness, but we understood then that the opportunity had come where we could at last come back to whence we came from. In the centuries that had passed, our family had built the strength of Dar-Al iraq.
The horror that befell Persia had frightened the leading counsellors of the caliphate, Al-Iraq which was gifted with power and potential was allowed to build up strength through conscriptions, yet we had failed to strike at persia. We watched the suffering of Persia from Iraq as we grew our strength seated in Baghdad. In the three centuries that followed the Seljuk invasion, the world witnessed many barbaric invasions, from more exotic tribes in the North and East. These were brutal times, and our family lead the caliphate with a strong determined resolve and absolute faith in the word of Allah.
Three centuries of turmoil passed, the caliphate strengthened as the vile empire of the Seljuks weakened. In time, they crumbled into independent Khanates. The hurricane that was the Tang empire invasion smashed the strength of the Turks in Persia. It was now open for retaking. Now, in the year 687 of the Hijri, the Mujahid of Al Iraq, with the sons of Persia in their ranks, marched together with the mujahid of misr. The vast conquering armies that had smote the Ottoman turks of Anaotila now marched to liberate Persia from the rule of Seljuk turks.
Many thousands of Persian refugees and their kin had joined the call for jihad against the Seljuk, the jihad to liberate their homeland. The earth trembled when we called out our war cry, "Naarey Takbir ! Allah hu Akbar!" . We marched with the banner of the Takbir before us, I had the honor of holding the banner of the mujahid of Iraq.
When we came before the port city of Gwadar, we saw a force of four thousand Turkic archers defending the city. Their bows are famed for their strength and range, yet with all the courage these fallen men could muster, and all the strength in their bows, Gwadar's meagre garrison could not withstand before the strength and numbers of our mujahid. Our archers fired from the back of camels whilst they moved, so whilst we could attack them, their bolts could not touch us. Perhaps it was a miracle of Allah that not one of our mujahid had won unscathed.
Six hours did the battle last. At the end, the banner of Dar-Al-Iraq fluttered over the towers of Gwadar. When the battle was over, my brother Hormazd, the governor of Iraq sank to his knees and kissed the earth beneath him. "Home" he said, "We have freed her brother.."
I was but a young boy when our grandmother had made us promise to her on her deathbed, today we have begun its fulfillment.
The council will discuss the matters for the next term now. I'm organizing the Report of 1309.
I wanted to bring something of what we have been doing on the Shura here, so people don't have to go there delve into our endless discussions to find the nice things. So here are the 4 already done flags the Counselors of the Caliphate display:
Also, just to bring some attention to the main thread, I would like to ask Dar al-Abyssinia (CaterpillarKing) and Dar al-Yu'Qataan (Matthias I) to tell me where would you like your provincial capital to be located. I believe you both already know all cities you have (or are promised to have yet), but I'll list them here anyway:
Dar al-Yu'Qataan: Yax Mutal (old Maya capital), Olximché (biggest city since the beginning of the conquest of America) and Danni Báa (last to be conquered and pretty small and shadowed by its neighbors).
Dar al-Abyssinia: Aksum (old ethiopian capital), Bonga (still to be conquered but a small and not so important city) and Maqadishu (medium city that will become a nice city one day, ex-capital of the Christian-Taoist resistance).
I wanted to bring something of what we have been doing on the Shura here, so people don't have to go there delve into our endless discussions to find the nice things. So here are the 4 already done flags the Counselors of the Caliphate display:
Also, just to bring some attention to the main thread, I would like to ask Dar al-Abyssinia (CaterpillarKing) and Dar al-Yu'Qataan (Matthias I) to tell me where would you like your provincial capital to be located. I believe you both already know all cities you have (or are promised to have yet), but I'll list them here anyway:
Dar al-Yu'Qataan: Yax Mutal (old Maya capital), Olximché (biggest city since the beginning of the conquest of America) and Danni Báa (last to be conquered and pretty small and shadowed by its neighbors).
Dar al-Abyssinia: Aksum (old ethiopian capital), Bonga (still to be conquered but a small and not so important city) and Maqadishu (medium city that will become a nice city one day, ex-capital of the Christian-Taoist resistance).
Matthias I
The Just
Yax al-Mutaal.
CaterpillarKing
Conqueror of Cacoons
I will have the administration center put in Aksum because it is where the Maliks have always ruled Ethiopia from. The people would not want it to move. Even if Maqadishu becomes much bigger, it being the administrative center would not change economic and demographic growth.
Sorry for the delay on the report guys, but I'm finding CFC to be extremely hard to deal when you want to use several text artifices that take up character spaces.
To make a table with boldings and colorful text you use 5x the number of characters you seem to be using when you see it done. I'm converting the table entries into pictures to bypass this problem
(which gets me to another problem of max 20 pics per post, but I guess it'll take less space this way even with that restriction).
And CFC is really funny when it considers this:
The same as this:
In image count.
To make a table with boldings and colorful text you use 5x the number of characters you seem to be using when you see it done. I'm converting the table entries into pictures to bypass this problem
(which gets me to another problem of max 20 pics per post, but I guess it'll take less space this way even with that restriction).And CFC is really funny when it considers this:
Spoiler :
The same as this:
Spoiler :
In image count.
CaterpillarKing
Conqueror of Cacoons
That is very weird.
jackelgull
An aberration of nature
A man cloaked in black ran with his head down in a mad dash through the streets towards the mosque of Imam Ismael.
"The Imam will surely reward me well for this information from the Nidham. I wonder how much of the masjid's charity money this will earn me?" In his hands was a black book stamped with the symbol of the order, an eye with the words "we watch" on it.
The man kept looking around the street, alert for suspicious movements, but finding none. There was just the usual milling of people on the street outside the masjid. Oh how he loves this city, people don't go around poking around in people's business. However when he entered, he found a scene totally different from what he was expecting. Imam Ismael was dead, and on his chest sat the current Nidham Adl. The man turned around to bolt outside of the door, but on the street, where previously there had been a milling crowd was now a street swarming with armed thugs, readying their weapon. The Nidham Adl must have ordered his people to take control of the street. But how had he known? The man had been careful to cover his tracks.
Realizing that running away was futile, the man went back inside to the terrifying scene.
"Did you really think I would not notice your treason?"
"Why not there are a lot of things you don't notice, remember the Turkish rebellions?"
"Hmmph. Now sit, there is some space next to me," the Nidham Adl said, pointing to a spot on the deceased imam's body. The man was unsure of the Nidham's intentions, but the fact that he's not dead is a good sign, and so the man sat. The Nidham brought out two flasks of fruit juice and handed one to the man.
"The more you talk, the more generous my terms will be. Please drink."
The man took a sip and asked, "So what do you want to know first?"
"When did Imam Ismael contact you?"
"Several months ago when you were dealing with the traitors of Anqurah, he contacted me, asking around for some information on his rivals within the city. From then, I've been feeding him information."
"Why did you attempt to steal my book? Then you could have kept up your little gig for longer."
"He was becoming unsatisfied with the reports I had been giving him, so I promised him all the information you had on everything."
"Were you his only spy?"
"Yes. He kept on complaining how the other imams had already bought so much influence within the order's ranks, an all he could get was me."
"Oh, and my final question is this- how did you enjoy your drink, it's poisoned. You should feel the effects about now."
The man suddenly dropped to his knees and felt his vision become blurry. His eyes closed slowly, like gates shutting down a life of treachery and deception.
The Nidham Adl went outside and proclaimed, "The traitor is dead. Allahu Akbar."
The group outside the masjid cheered. But the Nidham wasn't done yet.
"We have a long road ahead of us. The masjids have been corrupted by hypocrites aided by traitors among us. They are poison within Islam and we must be the antidote, but first our ranks must go through a cleansing, before we can purge the virus of hypocrites.
"The Imam will surely reward me well for this information from the Nidham. I wonder how much of the masjid's charity money this will earn me?" In his hands was a black book stamped with the symbol of the order, an eye with the words "we watch" on it.
The man kept looking around the street, alert for suspicious movements, but finding none. There was just the usual milling of people on the street outside the masjid. Oh how he loves this city, people don't go around poking around in people's business. However when he entered, he found a scene totally different from what he was expecting. Imam Ismael was dead, and on his chest sat the current Nidham Adl. The man turned around to bolt outside of the door, but on the street, where previously there had been a milling crowd was now a street swarming with armed thugs, readying their weapon. The Nidham Adl must have ordered his people to take control of the street. But how had he known? The man had been careful to cover his tracks.
Realizing that running away was futile, the man went back inside to the terrifying scene.
"Did you really think I would not notice your treason?"
"Why not there are a lot of things you don't notice, remember the Turkish rebellions?"
"Hmmph. Now sit, there is some space next to me," the Nidham Adl said, pointing to a spot on the deceased imam's body. The man was unsure of the Nidham's intentions, but the fact that he's not dead is a good sign, and so the man sat. The Nidham brought out two flasks of fruit juice and handed one to the man.
"The more you talk, the more generous my terms will be. Please drink."
The man took a sip and asked, "So what do you want to know first?"
"When did Imam Ismael contact you?"
"Several months ago when you were dealing with the traitors of Anqurah, he contacted me, asking around for some information on his rivals within the city. From then, I've been feeding him information."
"Why did you attempt to steal my book? Then you could have kept up your little gig for longer."
"He was becoming unsatisfied with the reports I had been giving him, so I promised him all the information you had on everything."
"Were you his only spy?"
"Yes. He kept on complaining how the other imams had already bought so much influence within the order's ranks, an all he could get was me."
"Oh, and my final question is this- how did you enjoy your drink, it's poisoned. You should feel the effects about now."
The man suddenly dropped to his knees and felt his vision become blurry. His eyes closed slowly, like gates shutting down a life of treachery and deception.
The Nidham Adl went outside and proclaimed, "The traitor is dead. Allahu Akbar."
The group outside the masjid cheered. But the Nidham wasn't done yet.
"We have a long road ahead of us. The masjids have been corrupted by hypocrites aided by traitors among us. They are poison within Islam and we must be the antidote, but first our ranks must go through a cleansing, before we can purge the virus of hypocrites.
CaterpillarKing
Conqueror of Cacoons
"Sir, our new recruits are ready for deployment. They only need the proper equipment to disrupt Ethiopia and its government but other than that they are very prepared. I request we send them immediately." Nidham considered it as he and his assistant were walking back from the council. The day had given way to night and now the stars shown brightly as the two walked back to their homes. They both walked swiftly with their hoods up, like shadows in the night. Having done this before many times, the two felt comfortable, but an unexpected even occurred, three Arab soldiers patrolling showed up from around the corner.
"Hey, you two, where do you think you're going?" A soldier asked, raising his crossbow.
"Home." Nidham replied shortly, trying to avoid a confrontation.
"Give me your paperwork now so that I may look it over. Only officials can be out this late." Nidham and his assistant looked at each other. They dug around in their satchel but found no such paperwork. When Nidham tried to tell him they were, in fact, officials, the soldier decided he would hear none of it.
"Turn around now and hands on your head. You are coming in with us."
"I absolutely refuse to do this. I am a member of the Shura, and anyone with the knowledge of an eel would know this." Nidham began to grow angry as the soldiers continued to aim at the two of them. The soldier grabbed his assistant and when he struggled, the soldier shot the man in the leg, causing him to crumble. Nidham stepped up, not about to let his friend die before him. He grabbed the first soldier and threw him into the other, causing them both to hit the ground. He drew out his sword as the third soldier did as well. The soldier swung but Nidham darted to the side and hit the soldier in the side of his ribcage, putting him off balance. Nidham made one square strike to the man's temple, and he was out like a candle in the wind.
The other two soldiers now composed themselves, but they were scared now. The one raised his crossbow but Nidham hit it with his sword, making the crossbow aim and fire into the other soldier's shoulder. He hit the ground hard, screaming out in pain. Nidham grabbed the last soldier standing and twisted his arm behind his back before shoving him up against a stone wall.
"I am Counselor Nidham and I control the espionage. If you attempt to fight back, I will break your arm in three different places. I do not want to see you again nor do I want to see you stopping us again. Your misdeeds will not be forgotten, we watch." With that, Nidham flung the man onto the cobbled ground with the others. He then picked up his friend and helped him limp to the nearest sanctuary where he could have the wound treated.
That night, Nidham found it hard to sleep, especially with the paperwork he needed right by his bed. He got up and walked over to the calligraphy table and pulled out his leather-backed book he carried with him. He began to make designs, and didn't finish until it was well past midnight. He copied the design onto a long cloth that had once served as a curtain, and upon finishing, almost immediately fell asleep. When he woke up late in the day he looked at his designs and gave a slight smile.
(The top is the Arabic name for the Rashidun espionage system, and not the google translate version. The bottom says "we watch".)
"Hey, you two, where do you think you're going?" A soldier asked, raising his crossbow.
"Home." Nidham replied shortly, trying to avoid a confrontation.
"Give me your paperwork now so that I may look it over. Only officials can be out this late." Nidham and his assistant looked at each other. They dug around in their satchel but found no such paperwork. When Nidham tried to tell him they were, in fact, officials, the soldier decided he would hear none of it.
"Turn around now and hands on your head. You are coming in with us."
"I absolutely refuse to do this. I am a member of the Shura, and anyone with the knowledge of an eel would know this." Nidham began to grow angry as the soldiers continued to aim at the two of them. The soldier grabbed his assistant and when he struggled, the soldier shot the man in the leg, causing him to crumble. Nidham stepped up, not about to let his friend die before him. He grabbed the first soldier and threw him into the other, causing them both to hit the ground. He drew out his sword as the third soldier did as well. The soldier swung but Nidham darted to the side and hit the soldier in the side of his ribcage, putting him off balance. Nidham made one square strike to the man's temple, and he was out like a candle in the wind.
The other two soldiers now composed themselves, but they were scared now. The one raised his crossbow but Nidham hit it with his sword, making the crossbow aim and fire into the other soldier's shoulder. He hit the ground hard, screaming out in pain. Nidham grabbed the last soldier standing and twisted his arm behind his back before shoving him up against a stone wall.
"I am Counselor Nidham and I control the espionage. If you attempt to fight back, I will break your arm in three different places. I do not want to see you again nor do I want to see you stopping us again. Your misdeeds will not be forgotten, we watch." With that, Nidham flung the man onto the cobbled ground with the others. He then picked up his friend and helped him limp to the nearest sanctuary where he could have the wound treated.
That night, Nidham found it hard to sleep, especially with the paperwork he needed right by his bed. He got up and walked over to the calligraphy table and pulled out his leather-backed book he carried with him. He began to make designs, and didn't finish until it was well past midnight. He copied the design onto a long cloth that had once served as a curtain, and upon finishing, almost immediately fell asleep. When he woke up late in the day he looked at his designs and gave a slight smile.
Spoiler :
(The top is the Arabic name for the Rashidun espionage system, and not the google translate version. The bottom says "we watch".)
jackelgull
An aberration of nature
Yes, everyone see my awesome new flag?!
Thanks CK
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