Marôc, Sultanate of

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Foundation: 1667-1675Dead.gif
Capital: St. Georges, Morroco
Religion: Roman Catholic

By Martin Helsdon


A short-lived state in North Afriqa, built on the ruins of the Templar Kingdom of Morroco. In 1671 Thorvald Heyerdahl was given the title of Vizier of the Templars, securing his claim to Morroco only to be excommunicated in 1673.

The History:

Unlikely to be written.

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1665-1666 T169
Swedish-Russia: Lord Heyerdahl took over command of the Swedish fleet at Morroco and repudiated the "traitors peace" of Munich. Claiming an ancient Morrocan lineage, he proclaimed himself Sultan of Fez and attacked Morroco itself.

Back in Sweden itself, Octavia was both enraged at the perfidy of Heyerdahl and his lackeys and also equally filled with rage over the paltry gains that the empire had paid such a price for. The Senators avoided her for days after these disparate pieces of news were brought to her. "I will have Heyerdahl's head", she swore, "and revenge for my brother..."

Sultanate of of Marôc: The Knights of the Temple, returning from Spain - victorious at last - were horrified to be roused from their drunken slumber by the thunder of naval guns in the harbor of St. George the Defender. A Swedish fleet was without the breakwater and Swedish marines were soon swarming ashore. A vast fleet of airships filled the sky and soon Swedish commando teams were landing within the city. The Templars fought fiercely against the Swedish assault but were bloodily crushed in the end. Following this swift victory, Heyerdahl's troops occupied Granada and Awlil as well, securing the immediate domain of the Templars.

1667-1668 T170
Sultanate of of Marôc: The Marôcain consolidated their position, closed down trade with Sweden - the Swedes were making a lot of angry noises - and reallocated their shipping to where it would do the most good. Emissaries went of Spain to try and gain another foothold on the continent and had fair success.

At home, however, Thorvald found himself facing severe internal threats. A very strong attempt was made by three of his staff officers to murder him, and General ben-Idur (one of Thorvald's staunchest supporters) was killed by ice-pick wielding assassins. Matters were further confused by various English agents who popped up and tried to convince Thorvald and his captains that an expedition to the New World to fight the Aztecs was his best plan to 'perserve the Marôcain state'!

Thorvald was not amused, particularly when he was woken from a deep sleep some days later by the sound of gunfire in the streets. A cabal of his officers, led by Baron Vorkoping, had mutinied against his rule - claiming that 'the wrath of Sweden will surely slay us all'. Fierce street fighting ensued in StGeorge and it was some months before the rebels were suppressed, along with their Swedish paymasters. Following this insurrection, Heyerdahl cleaned house, executing hundreds of rebels, as well as much of his general staff. Now, however, his grip on the state seems secure.

1669-1670 T171
Sultanate of of Marôc: The Marôcain, who had been very busy on the diplomatic front, reopened trade with Sweden and began relations with Denmark. St. George-the-Defender in Morroco and Graasland and Merrakesh were each expanded a level as well. The provinces in Spain were sold off to the Occitanians to fatten the treasury. Various missionary efforts were also undertaken in Awlil. Finally the Marôcain fleet took the sea and clamped a strict lock on the passage of merchant shipping through the Gates of Hercules. This maneuver was met with howls of outrage by all other parties concerned, but the Marôcain exacted a toll for the passage of all ships. This made them quite rich, particularly at the expense of the Maliax and the Afriqans, who suffered the most from these taxes and tolls.

1671-1672 T172
Sultanate of of Marôc: Thorvald kicked of 1671 with a gala wedding and feast as he married the Countess Margaret of Seville and no less a personage than the Pope officiated at the ceremony. The Pontiff also bestowed upon Thorvald the title of Grand Vizier of the Templars, securing Thorvald's claim to Morroco itself by law as well as might. Under his energetic rule Graasland in Merrakesh and StGeorge the Defender were expanded to better accomodate his expanding realm. A squadron was dispatched under the command of Captain Niilson to aid the European Cartel in their "just war" against the Aztec heretics. Finally, Margaret and Thorvald begat a son, Torgen, at the end of 1672.

This was not the sole source of joy for Thorvald, however, for there were bigger plans afoot! While he dallied in the whitewashed courtyards of Fez with his new bride, General Veers and Geyton Shah had debarked with the fleet and a huge force of Afriqan mercenaries for the north and a new chapter in Marôcain history. Under the grey banners of Denmark, the fleet and army landed on the pale beaches of Poitou and attacked the newly rebuilt city of Galway. The hapless Occitanians looked up from their labors at rebuilding the once beautiful city to see a great screaming host of dark-faced Afriqans sweeping down upon them. The blades of the moslem mercenaries were stained with blood by the end of that dreadful day. The surrounding countryside was also laid waste and then the Marôcain army marched south and east towards Bergerac in Limousin.

Veer's army made sight of the granite walls of Bergerac before they even saw an Occitanian scout or cavalry patrol. By then the fertile fields of Limousin were shrouded in a death-pall of smoke and fumes. The Marôcain advance left all in ruin and waste behind it. Now, as they stood poised to capture the Occitanian capital, at last some force stood to thwart them. The Occitanian general deFros had marched his men up from Spain in great haste to meet the invaders and now he had some 25,000 Occitanian and Spanish troops to match against the 34,000 invaders. The battle was swift and descisive, with the Occitanians being soundly trounced by the superior Marôcain numbers and artillery. deFros army retreated into Bergerac and prepared to stand a siege - the general, commanding the rear guard, was captured by Berber lancers and dragged before Veers and Shah. They laughed and had him clapped in chains and blinded. Then they ordered their siege guns to move into place.

The Count of Estremadura now commanded the defence of the Occitanian capital and his plight was terrible to behold. Many great siege guns were dragged into place around the city and the works of the Afriqans were like a ant-hill disturbed by a boot. In the city he had 9,000 men - without the enemy had still 30,000 men with their siege train included. The first whistling rain of shot burst upon the walls within days of the defeat in the fields. The Occitanians fought with hopeless fervor - there would be no relief army save the tumbrels of the dead …

The hammering of the Marôcain siege guns broke the walls within a week of the first barrage and the Afriqans poured into the city with a blood-curdling scream of desire. What happened then left even hardened mercenary commanders and the normally inflappable Veers white with horror. The rape of Bergerac would echo down the corridors of history ever after as an exemplar of utterly unrestricted brutality and viciousness. Veers achieved his goal, however, for with the withering funeral pyre of the Occitanian capital, so too died the House of Andelot - spitted on the pikes of Maliax mercenaries in the courtyards of the Palace of Trees. The Marôcain ended 1672 encamped at the ruins of Bergerac and in control of the provinces of Poitou and Limousin.

1673-1674 T173
Swedish-Russia: As it turned out, the SREF and the Swedish Rigan fleet rendezvouzed at Alfredville in Normandy and then sailed south in a massed armada to crush the resistance of the Marôcain and "restore order in the Gades area". Word also came from Moscow that Wesley of Silesia had died while staying in the city and the Crown was forced to assume administration of his lands as well. Public health officials in Berlin released the latest statistics on the 'PA epidemic'. Since this disease was first identified in 1665 by the late Stefan Koppinger, it has claimed more than 150 lives, and is expected to claim as many again this year. Pernicious Anemia remains uncurable.

Some time after the reports came that the Swedish-English fleet had taken on water, men and supplies at Corunna, a runner came from the Kalmar Senate to request the Empress' presence at an emergency convocation of that august body. Octavia was perplexed, no sessions had been scheduled for the day - it was a Sunday - and she glanced down at the parchements indicating the extent of ill-feeling in the Empire over recent events. "Roust out the Guard," she directed the stoic Iroquois that guarded her person, "and have them meet me at the Parliament building". With these precautions, and some others, she then took her 'discreet' carriage down into the broad avenues of the city and to the Parliament.

Upon arrival she made her way to the Royal bench, requesting that the Speaker of the Senate be brought to her. When that worthy, the Altkansler Yeltsin, came to her he could only inform her that a noble of the realm had requested, as was the right, the convocation of the houses of the Senate to address an issue of tremendous import. Just then there was a hush in the chambers and a door opened on the far wall. A tall, elegantly dressed, Spanish woman entered and made her way up the broad marble steps to the speaker's podium. At her side a boy of four labored to carry a heavy wooden box. Octavia squinted at the figure; suddenly recognizing her, she stood up with a snarled curse, her slim white hand drawing a finely machined pistol from her handbag. The 'kansler, horrified, immediately leapt to restrain her. A scuffle ensued as the Iroquois stufffed the 'kansler into the pavement.

At the podium, Margaret de'Seville, the new wife of Thorvald Heyerdahl, raised her hand in greeting to the stunned assembly. Her clear contralto was without accent, testimony to the influence of her maternal grandfather, the famous Admiral Harlock:

"My friends, my people. I come to you in a great hour of need, a time when the staunchest of Catholic hearts is testesd for its purity.

"At this moment, a cancer grows within the heart of Europe! It is a disease which, if unchecked, will devour us all in its evil influence. We name it: Denmark.

"Time and again that evil core of heresy has meddled its pungent tendrils throughout the fortunes of Europe, and now we find, through the good graces of my husband's leadership of the Templar Knights, that the corrupt Danish hand has extended to the very bosom of our allies."

Now she turned to the boy beside her and accepted the heavy box. She placed it on the podium, the noise of the latches clicking back sharp in the utter silence of the hall. She reached within, her hands clad in soft white leather gloves. From it, she withdrew a coal black organ, dark fluid dripping from it.

"I bring you the heart of Robert d'Andelot."

She paused in the even deeper silence as all eyes beheld the gnarled organ which seemed to pulse with vitriol. A dark mist drifted off of the thing as she held it aloft. Beside the podium, the young boy coughed quietly into a hankerchief.

"For this beast, and all like him, Swedish soldiers were asked to give their life on the field of battle. For this beast, and all like him, the peace negotiators at Munich sold our victory and our country, province by province, to the growing edifice of Danish heresy. For this beast, and all like him, members of this very House unwittingly voted to support that lurid treaty and the infected provinces of what was once Occitania remain, to this day, corrupted and besoiled by the bile refuse of the anti-Christ.

"The true Light of our Lord cannot be so easily hidden. As the learned representatives here know, my husband has recently scored a great victory in bringing down the secret evil of the d'Andelot, and continues to drive the cultic havens of daemons from the liberated provinces of central France. It is his desire to craft a new state stretching from Morroco to Normandy, a state purged clean of these hellish influences. And once done, to carry the struggle against the Danes who have caused such misery.

"I come to you, to ask your help. There are elements amongst us, even within our Swedish government, who conspire to aid the fallen Occitanians and would actually order Swede to kill Swede. They speak of an invasion of Maroc, of a return to the throne of the d'Andelot in Occitania, they would attempt to turn even members of the Royal Navy against Heyerdahl, one of their own. Such is the nature of the devil we must fight."

Now Margaret placed the heart in the box again and turned to young Prince Torgen, who still stood at her side.

"For God, for Sweden, for our children. Help us stamp out this evil! Help us create a state so devoted to Christ that the very gates of Hell cannot stand before our Catholic army. Join us! And be purged clean: clean of heart, clean of mind, clean of spirit, united with our Christian Knights of Maroc and the Armies of Sweden to sweep Denmark forever more from the face of Europe!"

The lady paused, her voice choked by emotion. In the right wing of the hall, the assembled peerage began to cheer, shouting cries of "Mar-greeee-ta! Mar-greeeee-ta! Mar-greeee-ta!". Imperial Guards, who had silently filed into the back of the hall during the speech, rushed into the seating of the Flat Earthers and seized the shouting men. Down on the floor, Octavia shook off the hands of her bodyguards and vaulted the railing around the speakers pit. Margaret watched her storm up the stairs to the podium with equanamity, her attention focussed on closing the latches to the box. Octavia gave her a black look as she rounded to the rostrum.

"Quiet!" she shouted, her Imperial voice filling the hall and stilling all action.

"My cousin has made a serious accusation, that the house of d'Andelot, with which this realm has long been allied, is tainted by collusion and secret alliance with the Dane. She accuses Us of plotting the death of her husband, the traitor Heyerdahl, and of planning to restore the house of d'Andelot to the Occitanian throne.

"And I say that this is so! I have commanded the fleets of Sweden and our allies, England and Spain, to strike against her husband's stolen kingdom with the express intent of smashing it into ruin. The Holy Father has proclaimed Heyerdahl excommunicate from the Church of Man and so too all those that follow him."

Margaret, at this news, blanched and took two unsteady steps back to the railing. Torgen looked up at his mother in concern. Octavia continued:

"Margaret of Seville accuses Us of making accomodation with the Dane and this, too, is so. We abandoned war against them when we might have pursued it, but this state did so to secure the fortunes of Our Brothers in Occitania and to preserve our own frontiers."

At this, there was an angry burst of shouting from the Imperialist benches. The white-bearded figure of the Duke of Lower Poland was first amongst the Imperialists to shove through the crowd to shout over the heads of the Imperial Guards:

"Aye! We fled like cowards from the gates of Venice when all Germany was in our grasp! We made a peace that gave the Danes everything back! Coward!"

The Imperial Guards dogpiled on the Duke and he was carried off, still struggling. Octavia shook her head at the denseness of some of her subjects. The right wing of the Senate hall continued to shout and fight with the Guards. Finally, after most of the Flat-Earthers had been hauled out of the Senate, things quieted down enough for her to resume:

"We see that reason will not carry the day here. So. This session is called to a close. You, Margaret, you will have dinner with Us in Our chambers at the palace."

The Iroquois guards hustled deSeville away as well and Octavia strode off of the podium with an icy demeanour.

Spain: Knowing that the Spanish army was not that far away, the Marôc commander, Kurt Veers, ordered the siege-guns unlimbered and an assault made on the city, hoping to take it before Alamaza's army could come up and relieve the city. Within, Cortez himself commanded the defence (which was not so good, since he was no great shakes as a military wizard) and he quickly learned that heavy Swedish-built siege guns can kick an explosive shell quite a long way. Veer's army of excommunicate Templars hit the walls like a hurricane and overwhelmed the Spanish defence with a single day. Well, the result was pretty much as you'd expect - another slaughter of the literati and anyone that even looked like they might have seen the inside of the government office. Cortez fled in a ship provided by the Islander Captain Parros and eventually showed up in Lisbon. Veers now turned in place and rushed his men to the walls to thumb his nose at Alamaza's troops who arrived too late to save the city. From the walls, Veers and the Marôcain laughed at the anguished faces of the Spanish, knowing that once more they had humiliated them.

Alamaza, after considering suicide, occupied the Marôcain siegeworks for his own and began digging his own trenches and breastworks. Within the city, Veers found himself in a considerable fix. He had expected that the Marôcain fleet would be able to sealift his army out of the city after it's capture, but the fleet was nowhere to be seen. As a result, he rested his men for some weeks, repaired gear and then began considering a breakout from the city. When news came that the Swedish, Sud Afriqan and Mixtec fleets had all attacked Marôc proper, he knew that the only way out of the city would be by his men's own efforts.

So, two months after capturing the city, the Marôcain army made an early morning attack against the Occitanian works and let Alamaza have his shot at redemption. This time, though, no fancy-footwork was going to keep the enraged Spanish from getting to grips with the Marôc, or to keep the new Spanish quick-firing field guns from ripping the Marôc's Swedish-style formations into bloody gobbets. Both Veers and Geyton Shah were killed in the brawl amongst the trenches and the Spanish spent two days mopping up the Marôc stragglers in the city and fields around Barcelona. "The Great Raid" had been brought to the grave at last, but not without terrible cost to the Spanish.

Sultanate of of Marôc: Thorvald's fleet returned from the north with news of both the successes in battle in southern Frankland as well as rumors that the realms of Sweden, England and others would soon be bringing battle to the rocky shores of Morrocco. Thorvald had already guessed as much, what with the blizzard of spies, assassins and kidnappers that were swirling around him. Knowing that his enemies would extend no mercy, the admiral regrouped the fleet off of Graasland and gave a moving speech to the assembled sailors. He personally broke the news to them that the Mother Church had turned its back upon them, excommunicating him. He offered the men the choice of leaving the fleet and fleeing to some Christian land where their souls would be saved, or fighting at his side "against the devils that burrow in the flesh of the Church and men". All assembled knew by rumor that the Lady Margaret had already been sent into the heartland of the enemy, to Riga, to plead with the Kalmar Senate to end this divisive inter-Catholic war. Thorvald's words were filled with emotion and not a man present was not moved to hear the depth of his grief and his iron determination.

The men, despite the sly words of many a foreign agent, and the dispersal of more than a little gold, knew the worth of their commander and the depth of their loyalty to him had yet to be plumbed. The acclaimed him to the dark African heavens with a hundred shouted cheers. The fleet put to sea, fully watered and provisioned, within days - just in time for Heyerdahl to avoid a clever Afriqan kidnapping attempt. Now in his element, the admiral racetracked the fleet off of Cape de San Vincente and waited for the first attack.

The Afriqan fleet that had been at Ciguayo in the Carribean, meantime, had made a swift crossing of the Atlantic along the northern route from Vinland to the Azores and then to Lisbon. At the great port, the Afriqan commanders (Gozerio, Huwelhi and Chokwan) had quite an argument about wether to wait for the Swedish fleet, which had been slow in leaving Mahair on Arawak and had still not cought up with the speedier Afriqan ships. Indeed, though the Afriqans would find out until later, the Swedes had been waiting for the English who wound up not coming at all, and still had to load mercenaries and Spanish troops at Corunna. Knowing that the timetable called for the Afriqans to cover the landing of Mixtec marines in Morroco, Gozerio ordered the fleet south. "I expect that the Marôc will be divided and turned against themselves by the time we arrive", he told the others.

Heyerdahl's fleet attacked the Afriqans as they rounded San Vincente (off the coast of Andalusia), pitting 600 warships against the 500-odd Afriqans. Much to everyone's surprise the Afriqans handily smashed the Marôc fleet, proving their skills at sea-warfare and the worth of their ships as well. Heyerdahl fled the destruction of his beloved fleet with a dark heart, escaping back to StGeorge-the-Defender in bleak depression. Doom was upon him.

The Afriqans had suffered, however at San Vincente, and they put ashore only 7,000 men in Morroco to secure a beachhead for the Mixtecs that were coming. When the Mixtec contingent had landed, late in 1673, there were a total of 12,000 battle-ready troops - barely enough to keep the Marôcain bottled up in St. George. So they waited for the Swedes and English to arrive.

This long-awaited event transpired in January of 1674 when the large Swedish fleet landed at the Afriqan beachhead with a veritable flotilla of commanders, representatives, envoys and troops. Now with a combined army of 29,000 Swedish, Mixtec, Afriqan and Spanish troops (supplemented by another 21,000 Danish, Burgundian and Russian mercenaries) the combined command of twelve generals, admirals and nobles of various stripes and colors decided to begin active siegeworks against the city. To this end, they broke camp in the Afriqan beachhead and poured north along the roads to the gates of StGeorge. This was at the end of February. The sun, at least, was not white hot.

Once more Heyerdahl was waiting, his scouts in the hills having kept a very close eye on the 'Coalition' forces. As the van of the Coalition army entered the crossroads town of Bouznika, the Marôc troops in the town opened fire from prepared positions. The lead Swedish cavalry elements were shredded and the Coalition army shook out into battle array. During the confusion of column-to-line deployment, however, few in the Coalition army noted the bright green flares lofted by the Marôc, or the fact that the mercenary contingents had swung left off of the road to occupy the left (anchoring) flank of the army. The Mixtec troops under the Howler regrouped first and launched a flanking attack on the town, supported by the Swedish artillery. As soon as the Mixtec attack had been fully committed, the mercenaries under Noyono and Borkou turned their flags to show the battle-banner of the Templars and attacked the now exposed center of the Coalition army.

Things turned ugly very quickly as the right flank of the Coalition advance was cut by a deep wadi. Luckily for the combined army, Hasurradon of the Mixtecs seized command in the moment and the Swedish corps was able to turn in place and make ranks before the mercenaries finished chewing their way through the shattered Afriqans. The crushing fight continued through the day and into the next as the Coalition force attempted to extricate itself and regroup. During the night, Heyerdahl's force continued to pressure them, however, and the losses to both sides began to mount rapidly. The second day continued in the same vein, though Howler's BloodWorm Legion veterans managed to clear most of the town and Noyono was killed in fighting around the Yellow Mosque.

On the third day, the Coalition troops managed to break through and scatter the Marôc forces. Heyerdahl withdrew behind a screen of berber cavalry to St. George. Behind him, the Coalition stumbled around in a daze, about a third of its troops still able to fight. Of these, the vast majority were Swedish veterans, for they had kept the best order through the two hellish days. The Afriqans had been destroyed on the first day and the Mixtecs on the second. The Marôcain capital was then invested, though the Coalition army was now so weak that a full siege could not be maintained and Heyerdahl continued to get couriers and cavalry patrols into and out of the city.

The Coalition settled in for a long siege. The Swedish fleet took up blockade duty offshore. Hasurradon and the Howler closeted themselves in their tents, taking visitors of dubious manner at all hours of the day and night. Long, blisteringly hot days passed. Desultory siegeworks were undertaken by the Swedish siege engineers, but in the unaccustomed heat, many were stricken down by sunstroke.

After four months of disease, heat and pricking raids by the Marôc berber cavalry, the Coalition at last stirred into life. Real work began on the siege lines and many sailors were brought in from the fleet to aid in the construction and labor. After six weeks of toil, a rampart was raised around more than half of the city. The fleet began to shell the city on a daily basis, starting scattered fires and causing a lot of collateral damage. Heyerdahl began to worry about the rampart being completed. In the Coalition siege-lines, The Howler smiled in anticipation as the Marôc began to shore up the gate defences.

It was all a ruse. On a very hot night in September, two Marôc officers in the pay of the Mixtecs opened a side-gate on the Sidi Allal bastion and 2,000 Swedish Imperial Foot Guards poured into the city. Within an hour, the city was ablaze and there was hand-to-hand fighting in all quarters, three gates having fallen to the Coalition troops. It took three days of house-to-house fighting before the city was declared secured by the Coalition. Heyerdahl, however, had escaped, though the Khan of the Borkou had taken a hit on the head and been captured. The Coalition was exhausted and was very happy to simply garrison the city and go into winter quarters for 1674.

Merrakesh, however, still remained in Marôcain hands.

1675-1676 T174
Swedish-Russia: Another strong fleet was sent south, under the command of Marsk Alexsandr Carlsen, to root out the last of the Marôcain from their holes in Merrakesh. Many thousands of fresh-faced Swedish and Rus lads went with him, eager to win their spurs in battle against the rebels…

Sultanate of of Marôc: In Graasland, the remaining stronghold of the Marôcain, things were in utter panic and confusion. Lord Thorvald had appeared at the beginning of 1675 with a small band of followers out of the desert and had reasserted control of the city and made orders to prepare its defence against the Swedes, who would be coming soon. However, within days of his appearance in the city, his body was found in the chambers of the old Governor's palace, riddled with icepicks. His guards mounted a search for the assassin and almost immediately found a dead Italian in a nearby alley. Examination of his body revealed that a purple stained dagger had been run through the orbit of his left eye. His garments yeilded up a quantity of Danish coin and a silver dagger with an incised eye within a triangle. The guards became quite concerned and scattered soon after into the desert. The city found itself leaderless.

Fortunately for the merchants and innkeepers at least, this vaccum was soon filled by the arrival of a very large Swedish and Lybian fleet crammed with troops, guns, horses and all matter of siege equipment. The city fathers, realising that the war was over, welcomed the expeditionary force with open arms! Peace and trade and heavy tipping were restored! The victory celebrations were a little much for Princess Natasha of Rzhev, who fell out of window while dancing the whirligig with a swarthy Nubian gent.

For his part, Carlsen was very glad that things had not required the extirpation of a city populated by Swedes and Norwegians looking for a little sun. He did, however, dispatch teams of marines and religious advisors into the countryside to search for "heretics and diabolists". This followed up previous sweeps of Alfredville and Corunna, both of which had netted a heavy bag of papists, charlatans, Hussite witches and sundry foreign agents.

1677-1678 T175
Swedish-Russia: A considerable amount of politicking and land-swappage led to the establishment of the Swedish trade outpost of St. Gustavus on the sun-baked coast of Ghebel-Garib, fronting the Red Sea. This arrangement (the "Treaty of Malta") also saw Morroco, St. Georges and Merrakesh turned over to the administration of the Lybians. This was part and parcel of a strong new effort by the government to support Swedish merchants against percieved Danish and House of Falcòn competition, particularly on the rich eastern routes. The far right in the Senate was as outraged as usual that possessions had been turned over to a Hussite realm. "Another betrayal to the Hussite scum, another act of abject cowardice by the 'kansler!" Octavia, as was becoming her wont, ignored them.

The Sultan

  • Thorvald Heyerdahl 1665-1675

The Players

  • John Quarto-von Tivadar
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