LittleBoots
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Any hope for Spanish domestic events as promised a while ago? 
TNESI: The Glorious Mysteries
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Perfectionist
Angel of Verdun
Second post, right under the bit on Florence.
FROM: Norse Empire
TO: Lothringen
We would like to reaffirm our long alliance, and we express the wish that we may grow still closer. We would propose that we come to an understanding regarding tariffs, and particularly navigation on the Rhine, to ensure that the riverine trade is particularly beneficial to both of us. We hope that you will contact us if there is any facet of the situation in Germany or France that you wish to discuss.
FROM: Norse Empire
TO: Lothringen
We would like to reaffirm our long alliance, and we express the wish that we may grow still closer. We would propose that we come to an understanding regarding tariffs, and particularly navigation on the Rhine, to ensure that the riverine trade is particularly beneficial to both of us. We hope that you will contact us if there is any facet of the situation in Germany or France that you wish to discuss.
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
Ergh, Thy what happened to my capital?
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
I thought I moved it to Jakarta...you can just assume it's there, I'll change it soon enough.
Perfectionist
Angel of Verdun
Will we see stats tonight, Thlayli?
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
I've been working on the stats, but in combination with school work and finals/AP tests getting closer, I've been really too busy to finish them tonight.
I hope you all can understand. I'll get them done as soon as possible in the following days.
I hope you all can understand. I'll get them done as soon as possible in the following days.
JosefStalinator
Я буду снова здесь
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
AP tests don't require studying. Bloody standardized tests are easy 5's.
Well, APUSH is a breeze for me, but I fell behind on the organ-systems and ecology for AP Bio, so it just takes a little time to memorize all that stuff.
das
Regeneration In Process
My question about the fate of my religious engineering still stands.
Cuivienen
Deity
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It felt good to be returning home once more. Once, he had thought he would love the sea forever, and she would always bear him in her arms. No more. Long captaincy in the southern seas had given him but one desire: to look upon the fair island of his birth once more, the grand city of Zanzibar. Captain Amjad bin Wajid al-Marjabi had been ten years gone, ten glorious and fruitful years, yes, but ten long years as well.
Much had changed in the city. From the distance, the towering structure of the Masjid al-Tawhid, the fabled new work of the Sultan, could be seen over the city. Where there had once been only one port on the east shore, there were now two, and a third opened on the south shore. Hills in the north of the island that had been barren in his youth now teemed with people, as busy as Street of Silks.
The landing came smoothly. Captain Amjad pulled by instinct into the port he knew well, al-Mina al-Qadeema, the Old Port as it was now called. There were fewer ships there than he recalled, for most now seemed to lay anchor elsewhere. It looked as if there lay even a fourth port at the north end of the island where fishermen and small-time merchants headed up the Zanj might dock. The great grain ships Amjad recalled now all lay at berth in the Minat al-Jaba, an enormous series of docks cut into the island itself north of the Old Port. Though he had heard of the boom of Zanzibar in his absence, he had expected still something less than this.
Passage through the streets was as difficult as ever. Merchants hawked their wares all along the Street of Silks and even down the Street of Sighs where it had once been taboo to walk in daylight. The Sultans Road lay straight and true in front of him at the Murba al-Amina; though the people packed it as well, the road was wide, and the people gave a ship captain walking space from respect.
It took nearly two hours for Amjad to wend his way through the crowds of the city, reach the Sultans palace and be admitted to the Sultans audience chamber. The Sultan himself sat high on his throne above the gathered masses. This was to be a public meeting, not a private one, so Amjad could not speak as freely as he might. Sent southward at the orders of the father of this Sultan, Amjad knew little of Sultan Khalid bin Hamad, but he knew enough that the Sultan would be interested in what he had to say.
The Sultan flicked his fingers to bring Amjad forward. And you are my next petitioner, are you not? You do not have the look of a commoner, yet I do not recognize you as a noble. Who are you, and what news have you for the Sultan of Zanzibar?
Lord Sultan, jewel of rulers, I am Amjad bin Wajid al-Marjabi, and I have the honor of being a sworn captain in your service, and once in service to your father, God bless his memory. I have been long gone from this island, and indeed from all of the lands and seas over which you domain extends.
I bring news from my travels in the south, whence I was sent by your father (God bless his memory). I have traveled through many of the ports of Genoa and around the end of land, and indeed as far as Europe. These Genoans, they are indeed the same people who trade with the Muwahiddun in al-Qahira, and they are less powerful in their lands than they would have you think. In order that I might give a more full report, I would require but moments of your private time.
I would hear more from you, Amjad bin Wajid. I recall your name now from my youth, though your face has changed much since I last saw you in my fathers (God bless his memory) court. Go now and rest from your journey, and we will speak soon.
Afterwards, a dismissal, though a polite one, Amjad thought. Still, it went well for his first audience with a Sultan in ten long years. He now was of a mind to find resting quarters, an inn of some sort within the Inner City where he would be easily accessible for the Sultan. They would soon be filling as nightfall came. He began to rush through the outer halls of the Sultans Palace and almost missed a hand tapping him on the shoulder. He turned to look; all he saw was a fat man rushing away with all too much haste. Before turning back, he looked downward. In his pocket where there had been nothing before lay a slip of paper.
You will dine with the Sultana tonight. You need only to show this paper to gain entrance to the Palace after hours. It bears the Sultans seal.
Sultana Asmira, Amjad wondered. What could she want with him?
Much had changed in the city. From the distance, the towering structure of the Masjid al-Tawhid, the fabled new work of the Sultan, could be seen over the city. Where there had once been only one port on the east shore, there were now two, and a third opened on the south shore. Hills in the north of the island that had been barren in his youth now teemed with people, as busy as Street of Silks.
The landing came smoothly. Captain Amjad pulled by instinct into the port he knew well, al-Mina al-Qadeema, the Old Port as it was now called. There were fewer ships there than he recalled, for most now seemed to lay anchor elsewhere. It looked as if there lay even a fourth port at the north end of the island where fishermen and small-time merchants headed up the Zanj might dock. The great grain ships Amjad recalled now all lay at berth in the Minat al-Jaba, an enormous series of docks cut into the island itself north of the Old Port. Though he had heard of the boom of Zanzibar in his absence, he had expected still something less than this.
Passage through the streets was as difficult as ever. Merchants hawked their wares all along the Street of Silks and even down the Street of Sighs where it had once been taboo to walk in daylight. The Sultans Road lay straight and true in front of him at the Murba al-Amina; though the people packed it as well, the road was wide, and the people gave a ship captain walking space from respect.
It took nearly two hours for Amjad to wend his way through the crowds of the city, reach the Sultans palace and be admitted to the Sultans audience chamber. The Sultan himself sat high on his throne above the gathered masses. This was to be a public meeting, not a private one, so Amjad could not speak as freely as he might. Sent southward at the orders of the father of this Sultan, Amjad knew little of Sultan Khalid bin Hamad, but he knew enough that the Sultan would be interested in what he had to say.
The Sultan flicked his fingers to bring Amjad forward. And you are my next petitioner, are you not? You do not have the look of a commoner, yet I do not recognize you as a noble. Who are you, and what news have you for the Sultan of Zanzibar?
Lord Sultan, jewel of rulers, I am Amjad bin Wajid al-Marjabi, and I have the honor of being a sworn captain in your service, and once in service to your father, God bless his memory. I have been long gone from this island, and indeed from all of the lands and seas over which you domain extends.
I bring news from my travels in the south, whence I was sent by your father (God bless his memory). I have traveled through many of the ports of Genoa and around the end of land, and indeed as far as Europe. These Genoans, they are indeed the same people who trade with the Muwahiddun in al-Qahira, and they are less powerful in their lands than they would have you think. In order that I might give a more full report, I would require but moments of your private time.
I would hear more from you, Amjad bin Wajid. I recall your name now from my youth, though your face has changed much since I last saw you in my fathers (God bless his memory) court. Go now and rest from your journey, and we will speak soon.
Afterwards, a dismissal, though a polite one, Amjad thought. Still, it went well for his first audience with a Sultan in ten long years. He now was of a mind to find resting quarters, an inn of some sort within the Inner City where he would be easily accessible for the Sultan. They would soon be filling as nightfall came. He began to rush through the outer halls of the Sultans Palace and almost missed a hand tapping him on the shoulder. He turned to look; all he saw was a fat man rushing away with all too much haste. Before turning back, he looked downward. In his pocket where there had been nothing before lay a slip of paper.
You will dine with the Sultana tonight. You need only to show this paper to gain entrance to the Palace after hours. It bears the Sultans seal.
Sultana Asmira, Amjad wondered. What could she want with him?
To Norse Empire
From Lothringen
We of course are absolutely interested in the continuance of our alliance. Concerning trade on the Rhine, we must confess a measure of ignorance as to what the problem is; from out part the Rhine trade is strong as ever.
Perfectionist
Angel of Verdun
FROM: Norse Empire
TO: Lothringen
It is of course strong, but that does not mean it could not be stronger. Nevertheless, if you are satisfied with the current state of affairs, we will leave it be.
OOC: The update seems to imply that the capital of Lothringen has been moved to Aachen, but on the map it is still at its temporary location in Strasburg. Also, any chance of stats soon?
LittleBoots
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Any hope for Spanish domestic events as promised a while ago?
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Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Boots, obviously you haven't been looking very closely. Nor reading the posts right below yours, apparently.
The target date for the stats is Friday.
The target date for the stats is Friday.
LittleBoots
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I don't have time for things like paying attention.
sorry!
sorry!
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
das
Regeneration In Process
What is the ETA for you writing something about my religion? Simply saying that all worked as per plan works for me too if you're that lazy and/or busy.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: I'm actually panicking over the European History AP exam. I don't know what topics to study for the essays! Any advice?
Swissempire
Poet Jester
The French Revolution, The Enlightenment, The Renaissance, the Interbellum, and the Age of Exploration. I've taken 3 mock exams and those seem to be the categories they were organized into.OOC: I'm actually panicking over the European History AP exam. I don't know what topics to study for the essays! Any advice?
Also, memorize names and specific titles. Essay graders really like it if you can tell them the dude who advocated what your writing and what the name of his work is. Details are ++ on an exam.
The Multi-choice is easy peasy.
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