Heya! This is my first AAR, but I just got back into the game now with Holy Fury and I felt I had to try it out. Now with the revamp of Africa, I decided to give it a try as I otherwise mostly play European Catholics.
The goal for my AAR is to roleplay rather than win, but of course I also have some other goals in mind. One of them is to let the Trans-Saharan trade flourish and let the precious gold from the mine in Bure (which I control) turn my realm into a rich kingdom that can perhaps expand northwards.
I am up for suggestions and the like from you guys as I go along.
I'm starting at the Charlemagne start, and we'll see how far I survive...
Introduction
Along the banks of the great river Sankarani, Lahilatoul of the Keita clan reigns as chief of Manding at his capital of Niani. Capital is perhaps an overstatement, for it is more of a great conglomeration of huts. In the future, perhaps, that is to change. The tribe, belonging to the Mandé people, reside on the savannah just on the edge of the great desert of the Sahara.
Among his people, Lahilatoul is known as a hard working man that takes care of his tribe. Despite his young age, he is in particular known for his great wisdom and his ways of communicating with the spirits and the ancestors. His knowledge of the spiritual world is great, and for this the people worship him as a great seeker of knowledge. As befits him, he is proud of being chief and the great power he wields in his tribe. Coming from his more theological nature, Lahilatoul is not the bravest of men… even if this is looked down upon, the people respect him nonetheless and manage to look past this weakness. Should war come, however, they might expect him to stand up with his spear ready for battle.
(Picture is not from the starting date)
War, however, is not what Lahilatoul looks for. Lahilatoul has vowed to lead his people to great spirutal ascension, and for that he sees peace as a requirement for that. War would only come in the way.
Chapter 1 - Meeting the Muslims
"O Great Chief! A man comes from distant realms and wishes to meet the great chief." declared the cunning Mamadi, spymaster and member of the tribal council.
Lahilatoul, helping herd the cattle of a tribal member, turned around and looked at his spymaster. His drive for knowledge kicked in. Apologizing to the cattle farmer, he returned back to his abode, a two story brick house.
Looking extremely uncomfortable, a bearded man lavishly dressed in the Muslim way, stood in the midst of the room. He murmured something to a man of the local stock, who reassured him in his question. Spymaster Mamadi, with knowldge of Arabic, murmured to the chief: "He questions whether the great chief truly lives here."
Upon seeing the chief, the Arab bowed deeply, declaring words in his foreign language. The local-looking man he had brought with him translated to the chief. "O Great One, I come from the distant realm of Andalusia, my master says. He has heard of the great gold you possess, and wishes to intitate trade."
Lahilatoul frowned, for he had no gold. Then it dawned on him. One of his councillors had reported of findings on the other side of the great river Niger, but how investments were required before the gold could be extracted. "That gold will not see the face of the earth for a long time to come, but please, do tell of your distant realm."
The Arab was invited to dine with the tribe, and he told of the spectacular wealth of the distant Andalusia and Africa, and of the course the greatness of God. The last part Lahilatoul was disgusted of, but the rest was of great interest. These Arabs seemed like a wise people possessing great knowledge... When the Arab was to leave the following morning, without gold but with an intitation of cordial relations, Lahilatoul decided to send cunning Mamadi with him to Qurtubah so that the tribe could take part of their superior knowledge.
This mention of gold and trade inspired the construction of a market village in Niani, so that more Arabs could come telling of their distant realms and to let the tribe prosper. Of course, he would also have to look into getting that gold, but that would take some money...
A few months later, the council assembles. As is custom, the Grand Vizier leads the discussion, becoming his position and great age. He tells of how Mamadi has relocated with the Arab trader to Tunis, another magnificent city with a great harbor by the distant Mediterranean Sea. There, he has managed to be invited to the court of great Sultan Umar of Africa who shows great interest in the distant chiefdom of Manding. He is invited to study with the great scholars there, who are keen to speak of their great Allah but equally so to show them the marvels of technology.
Upon discussion, the council decides that Fatta too should leave for Tunis and further engage in cordial relations. Lahilatoul thirts for their knowledge and wisdom, but perhaps also remembers the speak of trade and the riches that it would ensure... Who else to ensure cordiality, if not Fatta?
Again, time passes but this time a new Arab arrives at Niani. This recent exchange has set something in motion, the chief thinks to himself. This time, however, it is not as agreeable an exhange as the first one...
"Great chief," one of the tribal warriors says, kicking an Arab to the ground infront of the chief. "We found this man preaching the word of the foreign Allah. He was aiding the local villagers with their ailments, and in the proccess trying to convert them."
Lahilatoul spits on the ground, glaring at the Arab. "You dare come here, preaching the word of your foreign God?! I RULE HERE!" he roared, hitting the man in the face. "You think you can get away with this?! BURN HIM! Let the ancestors feast on his remains!". Promptly, man was dragged away screaming. Later in the evening, he was burned with the entire Niani watching him be consumed by the flames.
Hopefully this would not affect his councillors up in Tunis too much... nor that the Arabs would stop coming here with their trade, as long as they refrained from mentioning their God. Hm, perhaps that burning was a rash move.
The goal for my AAR is to roleplay rather than win, but of course I also have some other goals in mind. One of them is to let the Trans-Saharan trade flourish and let the precious gold from the mine in Bure (which I control) turn my realm into a rich kingdom that can perhaps expand northwards.
I am up for suggestions and the like from you guys as I go along.
I'm starting at the Charlemagne start, and we'll see how far I survive...
Introduction
Along the banks of the great river Sankarani, Lahilatoul of the Keita clan reigns as chief of Manding at his capital of Niani. Capital is perhaps an overstatement, for it is more of a great conglomeration of huts. In the future, perhaps, that is to change. The tribe, belonging to the Mandé people, reside on the savannah just on the edge of the great desert of the Sahara.

Among his people, Lahilatoul is known as a hard working man that takes care of his tribe. Despite his young age, he is in particular known for his great wisdom and his ways of communicating with the spirits and the ancestors. His knowledge of the spiritual world is great, and for this the people worship him as a great seeker of knowledge. As befits him, he is proud of being chief and the great power he wields in his tribe. Coming from his more theological nature, Lahilatoul is not the bravest of men… even if this is looked down upon, the people respect him nonetheless and manage to look past this weakness. Should war come, however, they might expect him to stand up with his spear ready for battle.

(Picture is not from the starting date)
War, however, is not what Lahilatoul looks for. Lahilatoul has vowed to lead his people to great spirutal ascension, and for that he sees peace as a requirement for that. War would only come in the way.
Chapter 1 - Meeting the Muslims
"O Great Chief! A man comes from distant realms and wishes to meet the great chief." declared the cunning Mamadi, spymaster and member of the tribal council.
Lahilatoul, helping herd the cattle of a tribal member, turned around and looked at his spymaster. His drive for knowledge kicked in. Apologizing to the cattle farmer, he returned back to his abode, a two story brick house.
Looking extremely uncomfortable, a bearded man lavishly dressed in the Muslim way, stood in the midst of the room. He murmured something to a man of the local stock, who reassured him in his question. Spymaster Mamadi, with knowldge of Arabic, murmured to the chief: "He questions whether the great chief truly lives here."
Upon seeing the chief, the Arab bowed deeply, declaring words in his foreign language. The local-looking man he had brought with him translated to the chief. "O Great One, I come from the distant realm of Andalusia, my master says. He has heard of the great gold you possess, and wishes to intitate trade."
Lahilatoul frowned, for he had no gold. Then it dawned on him. One of his councillors had reported of findings on the other side of the great river Niger, but how investments were required before the gold could be extracted. "That gold will not see the face of the earth for a long time to come, but please, do tell of your distant realm."
The Arab was invited to dine with the tribe, and he told of the spectacular wealth of the distant Andalusia and Africa, and of the course the greatness of God. The last part Lahilatoul was disgusted of, but the rest was of great interest. These Arabs seemed like a wise people possessing great knowledge... When the Arab was to leave the following morning, without gold but with an intitation of cordial relations, Lahilatoul decided to send cunning Mamadi with him to Qurtubah so that the tribe could take part of their superior knowledge.

This mention of gold and trade inspired the construction of a market village in Niani, so that more Arabs could come telling of their distant realms and to let the tribe prosper. Of course, he would also have to look into getting that gold, but that would take some money...
A few months later, the council assembles. As is custom, the Grand Vizier leads the discussion, becoming his position and great age. He tells of how Mamadi has relocated with the Arab trader to Tunis, another magnificent city with a great harbor by the distant Mediterranean Sea. There, he has managed to be invited to the court of great Sultan Umar of Africa who shows great interest in the distant chiefdom of Manding. He is invited to study with the great scholars there, who are keen to speak of their great Allah but equally so to show them the marvels of technology.
Upon discussion, the council decides that Fatta too should leave for Tunis and further engage in cordial relations. Lahilatoul thirts for their knowledge and wisdom, but perhaps also remembers the speak of trade and the riches that it would ensure... Who else to ensure cordiality, if not Fatta?

Again, time passes but this time a new Arab arrives at Niani. This recent exchange has set something in motion, the chief thinks to himself. This time, however, it is not as agreeable an exhange as the first one...
"Great chief," one of the tribal warriors says, kicking an Arab to the ground infront of the chief. "We found this man preaching the word of the foreign Allah. He was aiding the local villagers with their ailments, and in the proccess trying to convert them."
Lahilatoul spits on the ground, glaring at the Arab. "You dare come here, preaching the word of your foreign God?! I RULE HERE!" he roared, hitting the man in the face. "You think you can get away with this?! BURN HIM! Let the ancestors feast on his remains!". Promptly, man was dragged away screaming. Later in the evening, he was burned with the entire Niani watching him be consumed by the flames.

Hopefully this would not affect his councillors up in Tunis too much... nor that the Arabs would stop coming here with their trade, as long as they refrained from mentioning their God. Hm, perhaps that burning was a rash move.