The Karamanoğlu defend Joseph Clement Bey

[Draeris 3124]

 

 

Bayezid and Başil protecting Clement Bey, an artistic drawing by resident artist Eskandar Karamanoğlu

 

The Karamanoğlu defend Joseph Clement Bey 

 

Bayezid and Başil had been invited by their arkadaş Dmitry to attend a memorial of some woman in the stone yurt of Curon. Albeit both were reluctant at first: the potential new customers for Karamani steeds drove Bayezid to push his kardeş to attend this infidel mourning ritual. 

 

And so they arrived to Curon, hearing the Bey of Curon speak alongside the likes of Ser John and their Adrian contemporary, Joseph Clement Bey. As they sat and pondered why people were so saddened over some infidel woman, a sudden screech of help penetrated the thick curtain of boredom that covered the kardeşler. “Help!” a woman would state, with Başil raising his Scimitar as Bayezid would demand one from a stray Helenian guard. 

 

As the kardeşler tried to move Clement Bey to safety: a pirate suddenly blocked their path! Clement Bey shouted “Turkins, forward!”. Without question, Başil charged with Bayezid and Dmitry towards the pirate, the one eyed Joe trying to close the door on them in time. Such was futile, as Başil managed to charge through before it closed: initiating a chase between the pirate and himself. After the entourage had followed him and Bayezid to the docks, they were met with a group of Pirates taunting them from the boat. The first pirate never got to reach his companions however, as multiple stabs and tumbles by Bayezid, Dmitry and Başil caused for him to die on the staircase. Dmitry, filled with Ruskan rage, charged past the group towards the ship. Başil chased after him out of worry, shouting “Arkadaş, no!”. Bayezid and even Clement Bey followed after the Karamanoğlu and Dmitry, the both of them now trying to climb onto the ship. 

 

Although both initially failed, Başil managed to swim around and climb onto the front of the ship with Dmitry climbing on the side once again. When both climbed the ship: the real battle commenced. As more climbed the ship, the Karamanoğlu kardeşler fought with Greanolf as Dimtry, Clement and co. fought with the rest. It would take many lunges, tumbles and hits before the pirates were overpowered: with most of the Adrian and Karamanoğullari entourage now wounded.

 

Bayezid tended to the wounded pirates on the ship, as Dmitry lied on the ship’s side with a bleeding wound to his stomach. Başil rushed to Clement Bey on the pier, who was tending to a wounded Maximilian. “Bey Karaman, help me carry him!” he’d beckon to Maximilian, Başil following suit and picking him up. “Where do you want him, Clement Bey?” he’d inquire, his gaze shifting between Alfius and Joseph for further orders. In the background folks were shouting for medics, worrying the young Clement for the health of his bystanders as well. Joseph told Başil to place Maximilian on the ground again, while other people pointing out that his leg was bleeding as well. Seeing that himself, Joseph then ushered Başil down “You sit down as well! You must, because of your leg!”. Başil lowered his head, following Clement Bey’s directions. He’d look over to the ship, where a wounded Bayezid was collecting trophies from the dead pirates.

 

Stone yurts mean nothing but trouble...

[Sorcerio 4712]

Alfius would shake his head, still holding onto his bloodied and bandaged shoulder from the fight – supported primarily by his cane. ”How unfortunate that they chose to ruin such a sad event...”

[ThatDutchFellow 1147]

Would have his blade standing in the throath of one of the pirates piercing it and killing the pirate before stating "Trouble comes to stone yurts at all times" 

[1_Language_1 1671]

Matthias Rutledge still broods over having his entire race insulted multiple times by the simple-minded men. Alone, from his home window, he pens out a letter to the ruler of the Southernos people, Erasto Asseyou ag Seyam, about these simple but horrid tragedies that have befallen the race. @Southeron

 

”Murhara, Lra. I’m not good at our mother language, so I’m trying to be formal, but beware of a tribe of men called Karamanoğlu. They have been insulting our race by calling us Qalasheeni, saying that Qalasheeni and the Southernos are the same thing. It is most insulting.”

[thesaintjaleel 792]

29 minutes ago, Language said:

Matthias Rutledge still broods over having his entire race insulted multiple times by the simple-minded men. Alone, from his home window, he pens out a letter to the ruler of the Southernos people, Erasto Asseyou ag Seyam, about these simple but horrid tragedies that have befallen the race. @Southeron

 

”Murhara, Lra. I’m not good at our mother language, so I’m trying to be formal, but beware of a tribe of men called Karamanoğlu. They have been insulting our race by calling us Qalasheeni, saying that Qalasheeni and the Southernos are the same thing. It is most insulting.”

Erasto received the letter in good time, easing up as one of his Jeshi men opened it, speaking with a very curious  and excited tone “Rutledge?It is rare to get couriers from them.”  – the guard opened it, handing the opened letter with eyes closed to the man “Hmm....Karamonoglu..?” he thought for a moment, his finger tracing over the words continuously as he said “That does resemble the spelling of one of our old vassals, doesn’t it?Kara-mandul I believe was its name.” he inquired to the guard with a one-sided question “However, to insult our racial sovereignty is 2^nd place to a grave crime...” he paused, rising with a grind of his teeth as he commanded to the Jeshi-man “Do send a transcribed copy of this letter to the Enderase.” as he handed the paper to the man. @Krib

[Krib 20]

Melesse was interrupted from his morning routine by a Jeshi messenger carrying a letter from the Suldaan. After breaking the seal, his eyes scanned the transcript, expression changing from neutral to pinched in irritation at the news relayed. He clicked his tongue and sighed, folding the letter neatly and slipping it into his robes. “ An ignoble sort, these Kara-mandul, though not unexpected.” He commented with disdain. “An insult against one of our brethren is an insult against us all, but patience and strength of will against such odious forces is virtuous.  For our struggle  we are given the strength to conquer all our antagonists.” He pauses before addressing the messenger. “Relay this virtue to Lra Suldaan.” He nods once and the messenger stiffly salutes in turn and leaves.