Hadjimehmetov
Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 2:48 am
Hadjimehmetov surveys the dank, stuffy room which is to serve as his temporary offices until a new provincial government building in Brookshire Hamlet can be constructed.
With a click of his fingers the Babkhan slave-porters bring in seven large trunks of his possessions- all he has left in the world since leaving the Zatriarchate.
He adjusts his fez, looks in the mirror and combs back his hair. Life is good. A cushy little ministerial job and all the support you can shake a stick at from the other god knows how many Shirereithans. Was it Nick Foghorn of Antica who compared Shireroth´s immortality with a zombie? Anyway, it didn´t matter who it was- the quote was a very potent and rather relevant one.
Matbaa still lived on, but Hadjimehmetov had little to do with it. Maybe he would return as a citizen one day and grace the cities of Dbiyyah, Bani Yas, Merdin, and all those other jewels in Matbaa´s theocratic crown in the near future. That is, if the reforming government of Zakka Iwas could last long. He hoped it did.
Lying at the bottom of the last mahogany trunk was the old Zatriarchal mitre of Maximillideus I. Nostalgic to say the least. Hadjimehmetov placed it on the bookshelf to collect dust. Maybe it could be a conversational piece. Maybe it might come in useful should the next Matbaic Zatriarch forget to pick up their robes from that little Alexandrian dry-cleaner´s shop on Tavalourian Boulevard back home. God knows.
So, by that logic, so does Zatriarch Mikaelos-Sfeir I of Matbaa. Damn ecumenical synod!
Counts are traditionally, in our imaginations, Middle-European gentlemen of a villainous disposition, complete with fencing scarses, swept back blonde hair and ridiculous accents. With a name like Hadjimehmetov, the new count would have a job trying to pull that off, but then again, from today Lach-Modan was his oyster.
Long live Lach-Modan! Long live Kaiser Mors V! Huzzah!
With a click of his fingers the Babkhan slave-porters bring in seven large trunks of his possessions- all he has left in the world since leaving the Zatriarchate.
He adjusts his fez, looks in the mirror and combs back his hair. Life is good. A cushy little ministerial job and all the support you can shake a stick at from the other god knows how many Shirereithans. Was it Nick Foghorn of Antica who compared Shireroth´s immortality with a zombie? Anyway, it didn´t matter who it was- the quote was a very potent and rather relevant one.
Matbaa still lived on, but Hadjimehmetov had little to do with it. Maybe he would return as a citizen one day and grace the cities of Dbiyyah, Bani Yas, Merdin, and all those other jewels in Matbaa´s theocratic crown in the near future. That is, if the reforming government of Zakka Iwas could last long. He hoped it did.
Lying at the bottom of the last mahogany trunk was the old Zatriarchal mitre of Maximillideus I. Nostalgic to say the least. Hadjimehmetov placed it on the bookshelf to collect dust. Maybe it could be a conversational piece. Maybe it might come in useful should the next Matbaic Zatriarch forget to pick up their robes from that little Alexandrian dry-cleaner´s shop on Tavalourian Boulevard back home. God knows.
So, by that logic, so does Zatriarch Mikaelos-Sfeir I of Matbaa. Damn ecumenical synod!
Counts are traditionally, in our imaginations, Middle-European gentlemen of a villainous disposition, complete with fencing scarses, swept back blonde hair and ridiculous accents. With a name like Hadjimehmetov, the new count would have a job trying to pull that off, but then again, from today Lach-Modan was his oyster.
Long live Lach-Modan! Long live Kaiser Mors V! Huzzah!