ID: 212

Outcome: Narrow Victory

Open After Story: Yes

Manual Prompt: Yes

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The last Sultan's warmth had not yet faded from the golden throne when you took your seat. The courtiers filed into the chaotic hall, trembling, their eyes fixed upon you, waiting for your words.



There must be some justification, must there not? Did you claim the throne by blood? By justice? By what right? How would the messengers announce your name to the vast empire's bureaucracies? How would you explain your usurpation...?



You tossed something before them: a Golden Conquest Card.



You told them the last Sultan himself had placed this authority in your hands. He commanded you to conquer, and he, of course, was worthy of the Golden Conquest Card. Thus, you had only done what he permitted. When he began this game, he should have known he might become its target. A ruler's word is law, his decrees are unbreakable - and so none could deny the legitimacy of a throne won through conquest.



The crowd stirred. A thousand thoughts, a thousand arguments rose, but you raised a hand for silence. Then you beckoned your supporters forward. Familiar faces stepped from the ranks without a word, then turned to face the doubters.



Among them stood reformers who had fought beside you to reshape the realm. Their very presence heralded a new dawn. Yet there too were heirs of ancient houses, staunch traditionalists, voices of spiritual authority. Their defiant stance struck the old nobility mute.



And so, the court began to move. Some rushed eagerly, others wept as they embraced you, while a few dragged their feet, each step grinding away the loyalty they'd spent years building for the last Sultan... Yet by day's end, they all knelt before you.



You had birthed a new age. The old empire's era-name was discarded. The new realm would be called "[player.name]'s Mamlaka", meaning the "Land of [player.name]".

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