Patricia Taylor
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"Those European Crusaders are faster than I expected." "Indeed…. They did a much better job than the Sultan of the Ottomans." "…" "You not going to help the Crusaders my friend? I mean, provide some fire support or helping them lay siege or something." "Why should I...." "..." "Oh by the way, how is your family? Did Mehmed…" "They are safe now, don't worry my friend." "Thanks god." "…" "…" "Hey look, the Crusaders set fire on the city." "The Ottoman flag is still standing on the…-
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The crusaders arrived. Their faces covered with ironic visor, their Falchion swords dripping with fresh blood, their waist full of bags of just looted wealth, and the most iconic thing, that red Crusader cross of Jerusalem is still on their chest plate and shield. Bishop Balša stared at these incoming crusaders with a pair of freezing eyes, full of disgust and fury in his gaze as the crusaders approach. "Halt!" The Bishop stopped these Crusaders from advancing. The Crusaders was totally not…
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"Your beatitude! Please leave! We shall escort you to the harbour!" The Bishop sat that on his chair looking outside at the human tragedy, the torches beneath and the houses set alight shines the entire streets as bright as the day, he can see his people running around yielding from the blades of the Crusaders, he sighed in grief and despair. He can even remember some of the people down there, recall their faces and names, but now they are lying down there motionlessly as a cold corpse. Why, why did he…
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Suddenly, his laughter stopped. The leader of the revolt feels like the world before his eyes has turned into a slow motion as he watches a Crusader archer draws an arrow from his quiver, places it on the bow string, aims at him and shoots. He stopped laughing and dancing, stood there like a scare scrow without a spirit, and watched the arrow head coming in his direction. Finally, the arrow penetrated through his shoulder pinning him falling down to the ground. The singing and cheering among the crowd…
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Everyone knows that something big are going to happen this night. Almost every single Ottoman soldier are put into action with most of them patrolling and guarding the walls and port preventing the Crusaders from taking a surprise siege on the city, although the Crusaders are equally as chaotic as many took the Blood Moon as a message from God, a warning of their past despicable deeds. The soldiers are praying hard to ease the wraith of God while the nobles and the priests who came supervising the…
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"I have always known that the best of the Saracens could out-Christian many of us Christians." - "The Leper of St Giles" By Edith Mary Pargeter. "As I have said earlier, your Eminence." The man stood up before the bishop with his eyes reflecting an eery red light in the darkness. "Lord Skanderbeg is too far away from us…. We have to depend on ourselves…" "Lord Skanderbeg is not far! We are just a distance away from his freed lands." Another young man behind protested, seemingly a big fan of…
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The Crusaders immediately set up a camp outside of the city of Avlonya, blockading the three gates of the city and the castle on land and sea without letting even a rat slipping past the defences, trying to suffocate and starve the city into submission just like what Mehmed once planned to do to Constantinople. Although they did make one death threatening negligence of putting up a lesser defence towards threats from their back, not knowing whether this is done deliberately by the camp officer or it is…
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"Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you." - Matthew 5:44 KJV If Antonius, or Giovanni, or Mauro or anyone else is the commander of the Crusader of Bari, even the current Prince of Taranto, knows that it is gravely dangerous to have troops rest on the coast with low level of security on nearby enemy forts. If there is an Ottoman officer in nearby fortress that is strong witted enough, all he needed to do is to lead merely a…
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Twentieth of May, the Ionian Sea, outside the Sicilian port city of Bari. Antonius boringly awaits someone leaning against the , playing with a golden plated local currency called the denier in the process, flipping it up in the air and catching the falling coin with his hands, watching over the sea gulls flying in circles above his ships protesting such giant creatures have occupied their feeding ground. While the peninsula, heated and warmed by the winds of the seas, and with the reflections of the…
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"Power is always greater when used in attack than in defense." - John Hunyadi, regent governor of the Habsburg's kingdom of Hungary. The horns of a new round of crusade are blown, spreading the message of the Papal bull from the Holy See to all parts of Europe, pinned outside the walls of Chantries and city gates, read out loud by clergies, declared to local nobles, and told to village folks. Crusades, a term of holy wars among Christians that already has a history of four centuries, starting from the…
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