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Diplomacy / --- Crusader Alliance ---
« on: August 21, 2011, 09:02:07 pm »
A man wrapped in black robes and with hooded eyes rode into the tall, dark castle. In the rain he did not look anything remarkable, to the average eye. On closer inspection the scabbard of his sword was intricately woven with thin golden thread and the saddle on his horse appeared strange in shape, indeed the very horse itself was not from such a damp and muddy climate.
The man dismounted quickly, handing the reigns to a passing stable boy, who was in fact a squire to one of the local knights. The hooded man barreled through the door to the keep and proceeded directly to the large hall, forcing open the wide doors as the rain dripped from his robes.
In the hall little was happening and so his bold entry came to little effect. He straightened himself up and removed his hood revealing a most excellent mustache. At the far end of the hall sat the local lord, a man who was once renown for his good looks and quick wits, around him gathered were many men in robes similar to that of the rider.
"My Lord! My friends. I come bearing great news!" said the rider in his most pompous voice and with that decleration he retrieved a sodden messenger bag from within his robes and withdrew a single parchment.
He pushed his way through the bemused group of robed men and shoved the parchment into his lords hand
His lord studied it for some time before declaring "God Wills It!"
Several months Later
In the months following the joining of the knights templar and the schwert bruder a great movement of warriors from the far reaches of chadzendom begane. With the holy warriors came elite mercenaries, willing to fight and die for gold, land and glory. Of these the Varangian Rus, under the leadership of their local prince, Biyarni pledged their allegiance to the pope, and the crusader alliance.
Later Still
The mercenaries from the Rus lands however grew tired of the constrains of Calradia, and the heat of the desert. Ever seeking new riches and hopes for glory their warriors departed the lands and their monarchy faltered. The lands of the Varangian's was passed over to the care of the Calradian Church under direction of their remaining lords. They pledged to fight still for Armagan, but were but no longer the peoples of strength they had once been.
The man dismounted quickly, handing the reigns to a passing stable boy, who was in fact a squire to one of the local knights. The hooded man barreled through the door to the keep and proceeded directly to the large hall, forcing open the wide doors as the rain dripped from his robes.
In the hall little was happening and so his bold entry came to little effect. He straightened himself up and removed his hood revealing a most excellent mustache. At the far end of the hall sat the local lord, a man who was once renown for his good looks and quick wits, around him gathered were many men in robes similar to that of the rider.
"My Lord! My friends. I come bearing great news!" said the rider in his most pompous voice and with that decleration he retrieved a sodden messenger bag from within his robes and withdrew a single parchment.
He pushed his way through the bemused group of robed men and shoved the parchment into his lords hand
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His lord studied it for some time before declaring "God Wills It!"
Several months Later
In the months following the joining of the knights templar and the schwert bruder a great movement of warriors from the far reaches of chadzendom begane. With the holy warriors came elite mercenaries, willing to fight and die for gold, land and glory. Of these the Varangian Rus, under the leadership of their local prince, Biyarni pledged their allegiance to the pope, and the crusader alliance.
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Later Still
The mercenaries from the Rus lands however grew tired of the constrains of Calradia, and the heat of the desert. Ever seeking new riches and hopes for glory their warriors departed the lands and their monarchy faltered. The lands of the Varangian's was passed over to the care of the Calradian Church under direction of their remaining lords. They pledged to fight still for Armagan, but were but no longer the peoples of strength they had once been.
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