The Cathedral (Cardinal Roleplay)

Arrival to Cuba

At long last Alfonso of Aragon arrives at Cuba.
Rebellions near the capital had been keeping his busy, and troubles at sea had delayed the voyage even more. He disembarks from his ship, The Latecomer, and the royal entourage makes its way to the lively market. It has been a long journey indeed, and the King was ready to eat some real food.

to be continued...

It is very likely that the others will not come for a long while, when they join they will write all posts in a massive post. Act as if they were here.

The Templar
(not drawn by me)

After the ships come to shore, the fancy guards make some of the patrons uneasy. The sun shines a swathe of heat to the people. Peculiarly, there were men in padded jackets and rags. Many of these men had spears. By the Venetian Official's Orders, their guards are slightly too protective. A Venetian Guard walks up to one of these odd men.
"Why do you have a spear?" The Venetian Guard asks.
The person looks at him in confusion then realises he was speaking in Italian.
"We, are the Guards." He speaks with open expressions.
The Venetian guard apologies and returns to his lord. On the horizon, a man walks along the path, a Templar's cross was sewn in to his clothes. He walks over, twiddling his wooden cross on his necklace. The Templar scans the group and then takes off his helmet, grabbing a cloth and then he pads his brow.
"Come with me." He told the group.
Farther down the road, streets after streets, some time one would walk past a tavern with a music that told the feet to dance and the hands to clap. Several people sold and bought at the market. The path was winding, but eventually came out in to a a big plaza, stood before them was a fortress. The banners that waved from the windows had the Templar sign on it. Above flew the Cuban flag (as illustrated before).
"Sajjad will be glad to see you."
As they walk up to the door, they hail the guards and the ornate metal gate rises, unleashing a wash of atmosphere, almost all the guards in the courtyard were Feudal Knights or Templars. The door was opened and a grand hall was revealed, on the walls were finely carved statues of the Virgin Mary and and Saint George and many others, But at the top there were three thrones, the Middle throne was larger and farther back, elevated by a circular stone slab. Stained glass windows were each side, telling a tale of yule and ode. On the centre throne, sat a Israeli looking man with a small crown on it, He had black robes with a white scarf-like cloth around the back of his neck, extending to his knees. To his right sat a bearded man and green eyes, his clothes were traditional and on his right sat another lord, he had blonde short hair and had exotic designs on his armour.
Bilaal stood, he tipped his head forward in bow.
"Blessings upon your arrival. Welcome to Cubia Deus or as others would say, Cuba. These are my Lords, Jaufre Chevrier and Edwin Parker. Jaufre is an influential land owner who is a great asset and Edwin Parker is know for his military strengths. Now, I do see that you have seen my summoning." He sits and leans back, and exhales.
A door opened to his right, a woman walked in, her red hair flowed down to her shoulders.
"Mon père, J'ai quelques nouvelles."
"Anne! We have guests. Tu doit parle italien et espagnol!" Chevrier replies.
"Pardonne-moi s'il vous plaît," She switches languages. "Hello."
She gazes upon the man she saw before. She mutters, "Oh.."
Bilaal sits forward, "Get us some hog!" He takes a sip of wine.
Servants started coming out with platters full of food and jugs of wine.

YOU MAY TALK FREELY (NO NEED FOR ESSAYS) BETWEEN CHARACTERS.

(not drawn by me)

Anne Chevrier

Damn it Anna, that's too much cleavage!


Much better! -Edited by Kirila the Kitten





Kirilion whispers to Alberto:

"Quite a lady, ain't that right?"

"Uh, I guess so...?" the Guard barely mumbled


Anne winked at Alfredo who was still gazing in her deep jade eyes..



Kirilion approached Bilaal and showed his gratitude.

"Glad to see this place, Sir. It's much of a pleasure to see it."

Bilaal thanked and returned the favour.

"I heard Florida is flourishing as well."

"Well indeed Signore, we just finished the Trade Post and even more gold is expected to flow from the mountains to Venetia."

"Fascinating to hear! Let us drink! For Honur!" Bilaal asked for a toast.

"And Glory!" replied the Doge.



Meanwhile...

"So, you are the daughter of the nobleman?" Alberto asked.

(Don't control my characters. Anne and Bilaal. Definitely not Bilaal.)
(What's wrong with her? She's realistic, atleast she isn't prancing around in purple armour the covers her limbs like you see all over MMOs, plus you cut her cross in half.)
(Please format your posts neatly.)

"Yes, I am." Anne smiles.
Jaufre looks over, and frowns at the two, before taking a sip of wine.
"Cuba requires all the hands they can get, I deal with the trade records, boats, even..." She pauses, "... Even fleets. But my main place is on a horse, delivering messages, helping farmers when they have bad seed." She takes a cup of wine from the platters, brushing back her red hair from her forehead. "It's not easy to get these building to be grand, we are progressing forward though."
"I am sorry, I do believe I was blabbering." She smiles.

From the doors, Bilaal's Wife and Edwin's Wife enter the room. Although the wife of the French lord is no where to be seen.

"What happened to Lord Jaufre?" Alfredo whispers while looking at the grumpy French.


Meanwhile Kirilion steps before the ladies.

"Have a glorious evening, Mrs Bilaal and Mrs Parker! I brought several pieces of jewelry from Florida just for the expectation to meet such fair ladies as you."

"He is very protective of me, some times he tried to betroth me but the rule changes loosened the rules on marriage. Any way, he is protective because my mother and him had a argument when I was 12, She thought of the colonies as if they were ungodly brothels. Of course, I wasn't born in the Holy lands. I was born in France, after my father went for a crusade against some demon-possessed Pagans. After the successful Crusade, Jerusalem was blossoming, I moved there when I was 5. Some times I forget I am a citizen of God. (meaning the Papal States, FYI.)" She sips some of the wine.

A well mannered, young man of 16 walked in to the hall with a wad of paper underarm. He smiled and walked towards to Bilaal. The only visible words on it read: The New World Version.

Bilaal's Wife curtseys and takes the jewellery. Mrs. Parker speaks with a heavy Scottish accent, "Well, aren't you nice, deary." She takes the Jewellery.
Edwin Parker smiles, "Please, you are welcome here, no need for formalities my Italian friend."
He gets up and shakes Kirilon's hand. "This is my wife. Abigail."

The Greater Gandharan ship, Medusa’s Lovely Eyes, docks at the port at Cuba. Merchants from the Trading Post at Tlaxcala enter the harbor, under the watchful eyes of the Gandharan Marines. They soon go about their business, and are aware of the surprise of the Pope’s people at this all-female traders’ team. They hope, however, that the local trading community will talk to them in the universal language of merchants-profit.

Captain Perdiccas, leads the High Priestess Thetis to meet Sajjad. The High Prietess is accompanied by her staff of nuns and priestesses, all walking under the protection of the two squadrons of Marines and the Religious Guard, The Sacred Band. They are looking all around them.

“Peace, Perdiccas”, says Thetis. “They will not harm us. We are allied to the Papacy despite our religion. And we have been officially invited to meet the Pope’s representative, who would be expecting us. So relax.”

The delegation reaches the Palace. Perdiccas sends a message saying that the Greater Gandharan official ambassador has reached and wishes to meet Bilaal.

Kirilion II:
"Pleased to meet you, Abigail. I guess you are from Scotland, right?" he switches to Gaelic (don't ask where he learned it from) "How come you are so far from home, milady ? "

Alberto:
"And your mother is..."

One of the other guards to Kirilion, whispering:
"Sir, the women are here."

Bilaal looks over. Noticing the band of Women entering his courts, he clears his throat and walks over, "Welcome, welcome." He shakes their hand before whispering, "Though it would be better if you didn't bring your entire nunnery with you..." He smiles while looking around, "One is sufficient. We do not force people to convert here, your worry is unfounded."
He steps back, forcing an uneasy smile. He walks to one of the Venetian Guards, "Be easy, this is purely diplomatic."

"You do flatter me, sweety, but alas I do not speak much Gaelic." She smiles. "I am a colonist, like many you see, here and there, everyone is from everywhere, you even have some of the natives and Africans here. We have Italians and we have Israelis, we have Afghans and we have Spanish. You see, deary, this is a very mixed group. It's how our colonies survive. "

"My mother is a diplomat in Jerusalem, Louise de Franque." She seems slightly off put by talking all about her mother, of whom, is annulled (Catholic 'divorced') with her father.
Edwin walks over to Alberto, "Are you the Guard Captain, fellow?"


(FYI the reason Bilaal's uneasy because you have brought a load of Pagan priests, and it may make the peace harder to keep.)
(Sorry for being naggy, but Bilaal is not the Pope, he's just the local governor of the new world colonies.)
(@Everyone, FYI in Cuba, unless stated other wise, we speak English, due to the current Pope's Heritage)
(Edit: There are women in Cuba, if you hadn't brought your blatant pagans, they wouldn't even look at you.)

"Well yes, I am. My name is Alberto Emilio de Venezia. Born a guard, raised a guard. "

I was waiting for Rogue and Noble woman to post... I hate it when it's a dud, I want to go the signing.