Egypt, Sultanate of

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Foundation: 1733-1737Dead.gif
Capital: n/a
Religion: Shi'a? Islam

By Martin Helsdon


A short-lived successor state to the Christian Emirate of Lybia when a Moslem Tuareg tribe seized much of the Nile valley. They were removed by the Danes, and the survivors fled east seeking shelter in Georgia. Unfortunately once there the horde was subverted by the Daemon Sultan with the young prince fleeing to found the Sword of Allah.

The History:

Still to be written.

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1733-1734 T202
Libya: To the south, the tribes of the Ghadames had grown restless and were on the move. To the south-east, the same was occurring among the El'Wahat.

Free Republic of Ethiopia: By the time that Lorenzo reached Mansura, he learned that the El'Wahat had overrun Thebes, Faiyum and Egypt itself. Luckily, only the city of Al'Hasan in Thebes had fallen to them. The other cities of Lower Egypt were powerfully defended. Lorenzo, attempting to relieve the siege of Alexandria, ran smack into the army of the Tauregs at Busiris and found his own force of 13,000 substantially outnumbered by the 30,000-odd bandits. The Ethiopian was also outraged, for the Libyans were continuing to hide in their cities. Despite a superior field position, and the unswerving tenacity of his own troops, Lorenzo then managed to lose the battle, letting himself be flanked and then botching an orderly withdrawal across one of the many arms of the Nile.

The Ethiopians were hacked to bits, forced to fight disordered. Then Lorenzo's command group was cornered and they had to fight it out at swordstrokes with the Tauregs. Lorenzo tried to flee, but drowned in the canal, weighed down by his heavy back-and-breast. The rest of his army scattered, most of them making it to Alexandria and safety.

The Tuareg chiefs then gathered to discuss what to do - surprisingly, their raids had conquered Egypt! The eldest of them, the white-bearded Abu Sayyaf Adin nodded gravely. "We have long suffered since the Copts came and drove us from Egypt, casting down the Sultan. Then the Libyan dogs crawled in, yapping like curs, and made all these lands - lands given us by the Prophet! - under the hated Cross. But now we are kings here, and must rule wisely. The messenger said that this would happen, and lo! It has happened."

Carthage: With Mehet's death on the field of Suluq, the Senussi line ended and there was no one left to rule Libya. No one save Hamilcar, who now found himself the custodian of a realm rocked by war, by invasion and foreign meddling. By the end of '34, he had secured Ad'diffah and Tobruq. But Egypt... well....

Sultanate of Egypt: Following their victory over the Ethiopians at Busiris, the Tauregs found themselves the rulers of the provinces of Egypt, Faiyum, and Thebes. The cities of Alexandria and Meroe remained in Libyan hands, though Sayyaf made Al'Hasan his capital. An effort to cross the Nile into Mansura was stymied by the Danish garrison at Krak De Chevailers.

This left the old realm of Libya in dire straits. Their royal line had been extinguished, their society splintered, their colonies lost. The capital was in the hands of the Carthaginians (now, shockingly, attempting to restore order in the name of the dead emir!), and their most fertile possessions overrun by desert bandits. In Alexandria, the Libyan lord Beni Saida found himself - at the end of '34 - one of two Libyan notables still alive. He was faced with a crisis of conscience, for the other remaining notable (the traitor Az'Nalutid) had just sailed into the great military harbor with the remains of the Libyan fleet.

A letter had reached Saida by Danish cutter, bringing news that Hamilcar of Carthage had declared a protectorate over Libya and intended to hold the Libyan realm in trust until a proper king could be found. Hamilcar urged Saida to accept this and to work with Carthage to rebuild the broken state. Saida was still pondering this when Az'Nalutid arrived, scarred and thinner than the last time they had met. The admiral pressed Saida to reject the Carthaginian offer - to declare himself Emir, with Nalutid as his ally.

After some thought, Saida had Nalutid arrested and then executed for complicity in the death of the Emir Abadin. The fleet captains gladly acclaimed Saida as their admiral and leader. With their support, Saida finally decided - he would reject the Carthaginian offer and claim the Emirate for himself. With this, Libya was restored, with a new dynasty based in besieged Alexandria. Saida's realm encompassed the cities of Alexandria, Meroe (in Faiyum), Mansura, Aswan (and Dungunab), the Azores (and Noor al Senussi), and half of the city of Tangiers in Zirid.

The struggle over slavery, however, was over. The great nobles and landowners had lost. A new day came in Libya, but at a terrible prince.

1735-1736 T203
Danish Empire: Otherwise, things were darned quiet in the Empire, though an expeditionary force under the command of Teichmann and Richter was dispatched to Egypt to protect the Mansura Canal.

Carthage: Well, in Afriqa there is never any lack of excitement, the Carthaginians, who were feeling pretty superior after smacking the Libyan slave-owners around, decided that they would test the skill of the Tauregs squatting in Egypt. Isketerol was dispatched east to invade Egypt itself and drive off this rabble - unfortunately his army was rather small, only five thousand men or so, and the Tauregs whomped him hard with their twenty-thousand plusà Iketerol counted himself lucky to fleet back to Tobruq with six hundred lancers!

Hamilcar received this news with disquiet - his realm was not so large it could afford any losses, much less nearly an entire army! His foreboding was then rewarded with panicked news from the southern frontier, where the sand rangers reported that an enormous (and I do mean enormous) host of Ghadames Tauregs was boiling up out of the Sahara. Luckily for Hamilcar, the coastal cities of Carthage were well fortified, for those walls were all that stood between his kingdom's destruction and a kind of half-life.

The Ghadames, Moslems all and fired up with both religious zeal and economic anger at the end of their monopoly over the trans-Saharan slave trade, swept across Tunisia, Kabilya, Algeria and into Cheliff. Smoke rose in great clouds from the looted villages and the desert nomads took great glee in wrecking everything they could get their hands on. Hamilcar was sick with despair at this turn of events - the work of centuries was being unraveled and eaten by goats.

Sultanate of Egypt: While a raid by the Carthaginians was easily repelled, the Sultan kept a close eye on Alexandria and Mansura, where the Hussites were gathering forces in great numbers. Despite the arrival of a Danish expeditionary force, and Stahlansk's mercenaries, the foreigners did not attempt to drive the Tauregs from the delta. Instead, they waited. Abu was fine with that. Each day made him stronger.

In the meantime, the Sultan was entertained by two emissaries that had come in secret to his court - both Moslem, or pretending to be - one came with offer of power beyond human comprehension, the other with good red gold.

"Great Sultan," said the man named Ibn Rutsaq, his lean head canted to one side, black eyes unblinking in the lantern-light, "I offer you assistance such as the foreigners cannot conceive - not least of which would be certain devices of the air that you will find surpassingly useful."

"Bah!" Interjected the other emissary, his bluff weatherworn face filled with disgust. "He offers slavery and a collar for your soul! My master offers alliance and gold and armies to fight at your side," Osman gestured at the crates of gold bars he had brought to the Sultan. "Fight by the side of real men, not this thing."

Ibn Rutsaq chuckled, a cold and emotionless sound. "I know the mind of your master, o Osman, and it is cold as.." The thin scholar staggered, clutching at an enameled table. Both the Sultan and Osman stared in surprise at the Arab. Ibn Rutsaq swayed from one side to another, then - as they watched in stupefaction - his skin began to crack apart like mud drying in the desert heat. With a gasping sigh, the scholar disintegrated, falling to the floor in a cloud of sparkling yellow dust. Osman blanched, going perfectly white, and his hand rose to his throat.

The Sultan poked at the scattered dust with the tip of his saber. "How sad," he said, "I wanted one of those flying machines." Abu turned to Osman, who was looking rather peaked. "But I think that your gold will buy me one. Guards!"

Osman was sent away, empty-handed, to face his masters anger. Abu, being a wise sultan, kept the gold. The odd dust was gathered up and taken to the sea and cast upon the waves, while imams prayed that these devils would never find their way home again.

1737–1738 T204
Knights of Tabor: Bushels of wheat were sent to the Baklovakians, and some other – more pointed – gifts were sent to Egypt to support the efforts of the Hussite Alliance against the Sultanate.

Danish Empire: A large number of mercenaries were hired at Krak de Chevaliers in Mansura, for everyone expected a serious whomping to be put upon the Sultanate of Egypt. The Office of Barbarians was given a free hand to deal with the “situation” in Egypt and the Sudan, which led to expectably messy results.

After massing an enormous force in Mansura (helpful, having a massive port and sprawling military base/fortress to operate from), the Imperial Army of North Africa (under the command of Teichmann, and supported by an air squadron led by Rosollimo, and Schlecter’s heavy steamship gunboat flotilla) invaded Egypt proper in the late summer of 1737. Death to the infidels!

Sultanate of Egypt: Abu Sayyaf and his army in Egypt proper were preparing to march south, planning to escape being set upon by the hordes of angry Hussites issuing from Krak de Chevaliers and Alexandria, when the Sultan was ambushed while taking evening prayers within his own tent at the center of his camp. A squad of Danish JaegerKorpset troopers burst into the sacred area – descending by ropes from a gray and black-painted airship which had drifted silently over the camp in the twilight – emptied their Krag-Mossolimo lever action rifles into the Sultan and his guardsmen, reducing the lot to a great deal of shredded, bloody flesh – and then were whisked away in the same manner.

This plunged the Egyptian army into chaos, but everyone trusted to Allah the Most Merciful, and tried not to panic. Luckily, the enormous Danish army gathering in Mansura was still waiting for reinforcements, so the Egyptians were succored by the arrival of prince Muyaia Sayyaf Adin, who took command of the main force. Though the prince was a well-spoken and respected man, he had no delusions about his ability as a military commander, so he abandoned his father’s plan and fled south into Faiyum with the army.

Libya: Beni escaped (now the Egyptians had abandoned their siege of the city) to Mansura and the encampments of the Danish army. There, at least, he was safe! The Knights of Tabor were forced to pacify Alexandria, though Knight-Commander Von Junzt showed little patience for the starving and the downtrodden. Meroe and Tangiers declared themselves free cities.

The Actions of the Danish/Hussite Army in North Africa, 1737-38: Late in the summer of ’37, having gathered his forces, general Teichman launched an invasion of Egypt. He found the province abandoned by the Moslems, but in open revolt against the regime of the emir Beni Saida. Teichman found this situation distasteful, but the revolt was suppressed and the Libyans restored as the rulers of lower Egypt – and their troops now garrisoned the place, but found no friends among the starving and downtrodden.

Next, the Danes marched south along the Nile, viewing the spectacular pyramids and mysterious Sphinx. They found Faiyum in much the same state as Egypt, and again forcibly repressed the native population. This exhausted the Libyan forces available for garrison, however. Meroe remained free, and the Danes viewed the bristling walls and extensive fortifications of the city with awe. Teichman felt uneasy continuing to move south along the Nile, with his supply lines so tenuous, but his scouts reported the Moslems had fled to Thebes.

Gritting his teeth, the Danish general ordered his men to continue marching, though the land grew more desolate by the mile. They reached Thebes in the winter of ’37 and found the city abandoned, the Moslem tribesmen having fled south and west, into the utter vastness of the Sahara.

“Well,” Teichman grumbled. “That’s that, I guess.”

The Danes then marched back away north, and – after a very long, dusty march – swept all the way to Libya in search of the Tuaregs – before ’38 ended and they learned (from a Carthaginian courier) the nomads had struck south into the Sahara and vanished from the ken of any scouts or agents.

However, the Tuaregs had only been following a devious trail. After sweeping across Swedish Adrar and Golea, they passed through their old domains and then pressed south-east. After many months, they arrived in Bir Tarfawi and found the oasis there occupied by an entire host of very sad and dejected El Wahat (those who had so briefly ruled Egypt). The Turk Osman spoke with prince Muyaia Sayyaf Adin and proposed a deal. The young man was eager to agree, for his state was parlous and he needed friends more than anything in the world.

Therefore, while Teichman’s army returned with all speed to Egypt and then began marching west into the Libyan desert, the Tuaregs and their new allies the El Wahat burst from the desert, crossed Thebes like a bolt of lightning and entered Ghebel-Garib. The locals fled before them and the doughty Swedes in St. Gustavus watched in amazement as endless lines of bedu streamed past, their flocks and herds cropping on the high grass.

At the very end of ’38, while the Danish garrison in Mansura was cowering in fear (and sending messengers screeching for help in all directions), the combined host of the Tuareg and Wahat dodged through the province, crossed the Canal (leaving behind some souvenirs) and into Sinai.

In November of ’38, the bedu reached Levant and found the Sultan Rashid Ibn-Majid awaiting them with food, cool drinks, grain and fodder for their animals and every kind of comfort. The darkly handsome Sultan welcomed Aden Amin ibn Salah as a brother, and the mild prince Muyaia Sayyaf Adin as a son.

“You have done well,” the Sultan said to Osman. The Turk bowed, pleased to have won praise from his master.

The Sultans

  • Abu Sayyaf Adin 1733-1737

The Player

  • Dean Patterson
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