Yafor 2
10-06-2005, 23:34
OOC:The is closed for members of the A Modern World RP'ing group. (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=376859)
I am assuming the Cyprus, with no large world organization (like the modern UN) nor a large power to stop it, is still in the grip of a bloody civil war (even NATO with all it's power could not stop a Cypriot conflict without Turkey's help and the Ottomans were a bit isolated at the time). This is not just an invasion of Cyprus, but, if everything goes well, a time of change in the Empire. Please feel free to RP defenses. (*hint*)
BIC:
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Ankara, The Capital of the Ottoman Empire
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It was a cold night as a man ran through the streets of Ankara. Street lamps glowed in the darkness, expelling light from their cores to the outside of the brimming area. Each had a small halo, like a shield, of light around it, almost a forcefield. They were beautiful, with intricate Turkish carvings surrounding the light. Each one was like a jewel, in the rich horde of Ankara.
The man wasn't interested in street lamps, or even lights, no matter how beautiful. He had a job to do, and he wouldn't let anything get in his way. A smart leather jacket was curled around his shoulders, buttoned up and perfect looking. The man held a small bundle of papers in a brown folder under his arm as he raced through the streets, careening this way and that. He was in a hurry, and no one would know why, if there had been any bystanders. No one was awake at this time of night.
The man rushed towards the Palace, a massive building at the center of Ankara. Four golden spires, made of solid gold, were at the four corners of a massive building, symbolizing the four directions. At the center of this building was a huge gold dome, again solid gold, rising up from the ground. Ornate silver decorations hung around it, circles and shapes in intricate patterns. Leading off from the large building was another, a mosque. Jalis decorated it, a square block simply of them, carved stone. Compared to the rest of the marble palace, it was plain, but alone, the mosque would have been magnificent. It had taken seventeen years to build this wonder, the palace and the mosque. Fountains and gardens surrounded it, like uneeded additions to the best. There were two acres of gardens, a gigantic haven of plant life in the center of the grand, indusrialised city.
Again, as he raced down the stone paths of the gardens, he once again distained the beauty. He stopped at the gate to the grand hall, panting and regaining his breath. Slowly raising his hands, he knocked on the door, a booming, hollow sound. At no response, he put his ands on the gold knobs, giving a start as they opened easily to his touch.
He immediatly dropped to the ground, holding up the folder, as he feared to look at the Sultan. He feared the wrath of Abdul Hamid III. "Great One, they have overridden your veto in all three houses!! The opressed Turks in Cyprus must be helped militarily!" It had been Parliment's decision. The Sultan had tried to stop it, but to no avail. Now Turks would enter the torn country of Cyprus.
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The Capital of One of the Turkish Factions Fighting in Cyprus
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The leader of the faction stared down at the letter from the Sultan.
Dear Turkish Leader,
We, dear friend, have heard of your peril. Turks should not be treated the way you are treated. Be ready for aid.
~Signed~
The Sublime Sultan Abdul Hamid III
It was short and to the point. All over Cyprus, Turkish leaders were getting the same message.
I am assuming the Cyprus, with no large world organization (like the modern UN) nor a large power to stop it, is still in the grip of a bloody civil war (even NATO with all it's power could not stop a Cypriot conflict without Turkey's help and the Ottomans were a bit isolated at the time). This is not just an invasion of Cyprus, but, if everything goes well, a time of change in the Empire. Please feel free to RP defenses. (*hint*)
BIC:
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Ankara, The Capital of the Ottoman Empire
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It was a cold night as a man ran through the streets of Ankara. Street lamps glowed in the darkness, expelling light from their cores to the outside of the brimming area. Each had a small halo, like a shield, of light around it, almost a forcefield. They were beautiful, with intricate Turkish carvings surrounding the light. Each one was like a jewel, in the rich horde of Ankara.
The man wasn't interested in street lamps, or even lights, no matter how beautiful. He had a job to do, and he wouldn't let anything get in his way. A smart leather jacket was curled around his shoulders, buttoned up and perfect looking. The man held a small bundle of papers in a brown folder under his arm as he raced through the streets, careening this way and that. He was in a hurry, and no one would know why, if there had been any bystanders. No one was awake at this time of night.
The man rushed towards the Palace, a massive building at the center of Ankara. Four golden spires, made of solid gold, were at the four corners of a massive building, symbolizing the four directions. At the center of this building was a huge gold dome, again solid gold, rising up from the ground. Ornate silver decorations hung around it, circles and shapes in intricate patterns. Leading off from the large building was another, a mosque. Jalis decorated it, a square block simply of them, carved stone. Compared to the rest of the marble palace, it was plain, but alone, the mosque would have been magnificent. It had taken seventeen years to build this wonder, the palace and the mosque. Fountains and gardens surrounded it, like uneeded additions to the best. There were two acres of gardens, a gigantic haven of plant life in the center of the grand, indusrialised city.
Again, as he raced down the stone paths of the gardens, he once again distained the beauty. He stopped at the gate to the grand hall, panting and regaining his breath. Slowly raising his hands, he knocked on the door, a booming, hollow sound. At no response, he put his ands on the gold knobs, giving a start as they opened easily to his touch.
He immediatly dropped to the ground, holding up the folder, as he feared to look at the Sultan. He feared the wrath of Abdul Hamid III. "Great One, they have overridden your veto in all three houses!! The opressed Turks in Cyprus must be helped militarily!" It had been Parliment's decision. The Sultan had tried to stop it, but to no avail. Now Turks would enter the torn country of Cyprus.
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The Capital of One of the Turkish Factions Fighting in Cyprus
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The leader of the faction stared down at the letter from the Sultan.
Dear Turkish Leader,
We, dear friend, have heard of your peril. Turks should not be treated the way you are treated. Be ready for aid.
~Signed~
The Sublime Sultan Abdul Hamid III
It was short and to the point. All over Cyprus, Turkish leaders were getting the same message.