Sikhism Discreetley
I was happy to go to the aid of Paraguay, especially when it entangled me in a conflict with two world powers. Eire and Bavaria were two emerging powers, as was my own Sultanate of Granada, during the period leading up to the Victorian era and I was eager to “throw down” with them. I had gazed over the Pyrenees for centuries at the lush lands of the French and Germanic peoples, but felt that an Islamic invasion of Savoy and Burgundy would be far too costly and then what would I do with all those bloody Catholics anyway. It was, after all, not an inexpensive prospect getting all of those sods out of the Iberian Peninsula. All the while I could see that the Bavarians were piecing together a sizeable empire that stretched all the way up into Scandinavia and the tales of their brilliant army and shiny guns was hard to ignore. Indeed I was forced to focus not an insubstantial amount of my empire’s resources on keeping up with the Joneses and their military prowess over more cultural endeavors.
I had long ago cast aside my ambitions of uniting the whole Islamic and Arabic world under the banner of Granada, especially after getting my nose bloodied over that little affair in Egypt. I decided it was best if The Kaliphate continued to handle their administration of the region and the Moors of Al-Andalusia would look in more westerly directions. And it was that decision that saw the Sultanate of Granada’s demesne stretching from the Nile to Mexico and California as the Victorian Age dawned.
Thusly the call from tiny Paraguay and Columbia rang in my ears and I geared up my mighty war machine to go to their aide. The poor Paraguayans were being eagerly devoured by the armies of Bavaria and I saw this as an affront to my benevolent nature, though it would mean I’d have to hold off on consuming what remained of the Cherokee nation. Pffft. But the Bavarian colonies in Central America were delightfully exposed and my armies in Panama and Mexico well positioned to ensure that the entire region would be painted in Granadian White.
There were some fierce battles raging all over, but slowly I beat back those Germanic Bavarian and Gaelic Irish troops. I retook the lost Paraguayan provinces and started turning the screws on the evil Bavarian/Irish alliance in order to force a peace settlement that would see Paraguay’s lost land restored. And in the midst of my triumph I noticed that the fight no longer raged in South America, that the conquest of Irish, Brazilian and Bavarian lands was no longer occurring. As the tears welled up in my eyes, all my work undone, all those little Moorish soldiers who gave their lives, such waste!, I scrolled back through the logs only to find out that Paraguay had accepted peace with Bavaria under the terms those Krauts keep their seized lands. The war was over and nothing for it but to send my boys back home.