Corrupted Mind, Corrupted Future
Spring 1849
The cleric was a shrewd man, wise in his old age and far more powerful than he had ever dreamed he would become. Appointed by the Franken to be the Chief Advisor to the Prince on Native Affairs, he had gained a very dangerous position. From his perch atop the Prince's shoulder, he could twist his mind with many a different idea, some would take hold, grow roots in his mind, others would not stick. Over the year the Cleric had begun to understand better what motivated the Prince, understand what sort of man he was becoming. What sort of man the Cleric would make him into..
Against the advise of his more educated Franken advisors, the Prince declared March 16th to be a holiday for the Nuttian people, one that the Franken would have to respect when they were in the land as well. The Prince respected the courage and bravery shown by the Caliph, and the Cleric knew all too well how significant an impact the commemoration of such tenacity would have on the Nuttians as a whole. On the one hand it would foster and encourage a warrior spirit among them, to emulate the bravery shown by the Caliph, but on the other hand by having the Prince show the respect, and having done the deed in the first place.. symbolically made him the Caliph's successor in the eyes of the Tribes.
But the Prince now was becoming a man, and while rumors certainly circulated of his efforts among the populace, the Cleric had a plan in mind. It would require a great deal of maneuvering from the Prince and a great deal of coercion, but if the Cleric were successful..it would result in a significant coup. The daughter and heir apparent of the Tribal leader of the Jabal Junood was considered one of the most beautiful women in all of Nuttyland, she would soon become one of the Seven, and the Cleric was convinced that for his future and his family he must find a way to arrange for her betrothment to the Prince. The Cleric had been hatching this plan for some years, and had even provided the lady Zaniya with Franken tutors, and she had been the first woman in a generation to discard her burka as a result.
The Cleric's mechanations would be difficult to accomplish, but he was near the end of his life, what more did the old man have to do but scheme and maneuver?
Meanwhile..
The line had advanced with undo haste into the interior of Nuttyland. It stretched now from Pokefurt all the way to the Barid lake, and plans had been devised for it to move north, to move directly through Mount Nuttae, and swoop west across the Nuttae Plateau and establish settlements in the northwestern Interior of the land. Resistance was expected towards Mount Nuttae, but so far the tribes had buckled under the pressure of Franken mercantilism, sacrificing honor for wealth and power. The Nuttae and the Nutte were left with no reliable leadership, no level of resistance like that of March 16th was expected again. Tribal leaders from Nutte and Nuttae had already sworn fealty to the Prince, but their word had little weight on the common zealots of the two tribes.
Spring 1849
The cleric was a shrewd man, wise in his old age and far more powerful than he had ever dreamed he would become. Appointed by the Franken to be the Chief Advisor to the Prince on Native Affairs, he had gained a very dangerous position. From his perch atop the Prince's shoulder, he could twist his mind with many a different idea, some would take hold, grow roots in his mind, others would not stick. Over the year the Cleric had begun to understand better what motivated the Prince, understand what sort of man he was becoming. What sort of man the Cleric would make him into..
Against the advise of his more educated Franken advisors, the Prince declared March 16th to be a holiday for the Nuttian people, one that the Franken would have to respect when they were in the land as well. The Prince respected the courage and bravery shown by the Caliph, and the Cleric knew all too well how significant an impact the commemoration of such tenacity would have on the Nuttians as a whole. On the one hand it would foster and encourage a warrior spirit among them, to emulate the bravery shown by the Caliph, but on the other hand by having the Prince show the respect, and having done the deed in the first place.. symbolically made him the Caliph's successor in the eyes of the Tribes.
But the Prince now was becoming a man, and while rumors certainly circulated of his efforts among the populace, the Cleric had a plan in mind. It would require a great deal of maneuvering from the Prince and a great deal of coercion, but if the Cleric were successful..it would result in a significant coup. The daughter and heir apparent of the Tribal leader of the Jabal Junood was considered one of the most beautiful women in all of Nuttyland, she would soon become one of the Seven, and the Cleric was convinced that for his future and his family he must find a way to arrange for her betrothment to the Prince. The Cleric had been hatching this plan for some years, and had even provided the lady Zaniya with Franken tutors, and she had been the first woman in a generation to discard her burka as a result.
The Cleric's mechanations would be difficult to accomplish, but he was near the end of his life, what more did the old man have to do but scheme and maneuver?
Meanwhile..
The line had advanced with undo haste into the interior of Nuttyland. It stretched now from Pokefurt all the way to the Barid lake, and plans had been devised for it to move north, to move directly through Mount Nuttae, and swoop west across the Nuttae Plateau and establish settlements in the northwestern Interior of the land. Resistance was expected towards Mount Nuttae, but so far the tribes had buckled under the pressure of Franken mercantilism, sacrificing honor for wealth and power. The Nuttae and the Nutte were left with no reliable leadership, no level of resistance like that of March 16th was expected again. Tribal leaders from Nutte and Nuttae had already sworn fealty to the Prince, but their word had little weight on the common zealots of the two tribes.