- Kanauj in Rajput
- Schwarzkastel in Edrosia
Religion: Hussite Christian
By Martin Helsdon
The name Danrajastahn was adopted by the nation formerly known as the Realm of Arnor in 1763 by Peregrin Von Hessen the self-styled Rajah of India, Duke of Delhi, Grand-Duke of Aballach and Prince of the Black Tower.
See the introduction of Arnor, Realm of.
1763 - 1764 (T217)
Chandellas: The duty and tolls officers along the Ganges eyed an enormous surge in Arnori river traffic from their port at Varanasi out to the ocean with envy and wondered how much coin would come into their hands if all those ships were properly taxed...
Southern League: Duke Josef of Satava (still in control of the government, even though Robert was presumably king), then used most of the money to raise his own army and hire some more expatriate Arnori clerks to keep track of things in the south.
Danrajastahn: The Duke greedily counted the receipts for an enormous amount of gold delivered by his Albanian paymasters. “So pretty…” he whispered, running his hands through the heavy square coins. More to the point, however, the continuous infusion of capital from points east and west allowed the Arnori to complete implementation of the Lisbon Accords, to expand the cities of Kanauj and Somnath, to pay off the Baluchistanis for territories recently acquired and to prop up the Southern League government (though Kuhman Singh was busily slaughtering the southerners, which just brought a tear to Peregrin’s eye.)
The relationship with the Albanians continued to evolve, and Peregrin demanded (and received) a rescission of the grants of monopolies and trade routes he had previously made to the Company. This caused some confusion amongst the customs service, the harbormasters and even the merchants – but nearly everything settled back to business as usual by the end of ’64. The coastal cities of Bhuj and Somnath were busy with the coming and going of Albanian leaders, ships and zeppelins.
Another round of murders, lynchings and house-burnings followed the arrival of yet more Buddhist priests in Danrajastahn – where the easterners and their idolatrous and heathen faith were not welcome. The Duke, occupied at home with dynastic matters, ignored all this. The brutality of the Hussite landowners, however, was not lost upon a regal visitor from Europe – Baroness Frieda Leczinski, formerly the Duchess of Poland – was in Kanauj on business for the Kashmir House. Seeing the cruel way the Hindoos and Buddhists were repressed in the ‘stan, she set aside her commission from the company, rolled up her sleeves and started a soup kitchen and school in the middle of the worst slum in old Kaunaj.
Great Qing Chinese Empire: Having tired of the humid lowlands, the Emperor decamped for the Red Basin of Schezwan, moving the entire court to Koueichou, which caused enormous consternation, upheaval, much packing and unpacking and generated a road-clogging caravan fifteen miles long. This puzzled everyone, until (late in ’64), a Danrajastahn airship arrived at the old court, bearing Prince Christian von Hessen, and that worthy fellow stared around at the empty palaces and buildings, wondering “where did everybody go?”
Kingdom of Baluchistan: Gold and grain flowed into Schwarzcastel from Danrajastahn, from the Albanians and from the Qing (who were, of course, meddling), where the city was ringed with hurried new construction – the ancient walls were rising once more, mightier than ever.
1765 - 1766 (T218)
Danrajastahn: “Drown my sorrows in beer! Egad sir, do you think me some milk-drinking barbarian?”
Peregrin was incensed, and nearly dropped his nargile-pipe. “Opium is the proper remedy for such sorrows,” he declared, and turned back to penning another interminable page of his memoirs. The first two volumes were already on sale through the ‘stahn, under the dubious title “The White Maharajah” along with a particularly garish cover-painting of the Duke with a knife in his teeth, shirt torn and smoking pistols in either hand…
Of course, then he learned that the vast sums in coin the exchequer expected from certain foreign powers had arrived… and was no more than a few spare copper pennies and some lint. The grain, cotton, timber and spices had already been shipped out, of course.
“Nooooooooooooooooo!” Peregrin screamed, trying to wake up from another terrible dream. Unfortunately for him (and his long suffering wife, Sarah) he was already awake.
The death, by suicide brought on by loneliness and the generally fetid situation in the Von Hessen household, of Princess Devapati threw everyone into an even deeper funk. Then news arrived from the south that the Rajah of Avanti (“White Maharajah? White, my black ass!”) had seized the delegation headed by Hakanson and Nehru and tossed them in the deepest, darkest pit beneath his citadel. A ransom was demanded.
Baluchistan: Sadly, Duchess Inaya Amelia (wife of John Saul) took ill in th winter of ’66 and passed away soon afterwards. A stately funeral was held for the lady, attended by her grief-stricken husband. Her son, Solomon was not present, being in the east, patrolling the Arnori border with a large army.
1767 – 1768 (T219)
Danrajastahn: Peaceful industry marked the day in old Arnor, where the cities of Kanauj, Varanasi and Somnath all expanded a level. The riverside town of Agra, in Chitor, grew into a more proper city as well. Great strides were taken in the countryside to restore the ruined farms and poisoned wells left behind by the decades of war now (hopefully) put behind the brotherly nations of India. If only the Avanti crisis would pass!
Buddhist monks continued to try and infiltrate the ‘stahn from the east, but were regularly hunted down by the local landowners (ably assisted by both the Hindoo and Hussite clergy) and murdered. Their desiccated bodies were a regular sight on the kingdom’s main roads, usually painted a particularly vile yellow.
A daring attempt by the Maharajah’s elite guards to sneak into Avanti and break Hakanson and Nehru out of the pits of Sagar (the rajah’s mountain-top fortress) failed by happenstance – a guard turned left instead of right, and it was windy. Coupled with the failure of the Chandellan embassy to win the release of the diplomats, the rajah blew a loud raspberry at both kingdoms.
Back in Kanauj the now-very-eldery Peregrin summoned his son Christian home from China, put down the nargile and began working on his memoirs. A particularly weak parliament was also instituted by fiat, and while the Hindu community had token representation, none of the senators were elected – Peregrin selected every last one…
That crazy Polish woman continued to feed soup to the poor, and hand out blankets and help people find their lost children. Governor Clive – bending to popular pressure – recognized her charity (the Little Sisters of Mercy) and had the city police lay off roughing up her helpers and constituents.
Prince Christian returned home just in time to be saddled with a wife, lady Toral of Bhuj, who was a waif-like girl of only seventeen. The prince, who had dragged a veritable harem of Chinese flower-girls home with him, was rather despondent at this turn of events. Among the wedding gifts, however, was a particularly amusing set of “Lil’Arnori” toy soldiers, along with a “Lil’ Peregrin” figure on a painted horse. The Prince showed them off to everyone, which gained the House of Tewfik emissary (whose workshops had made the toys) some extra orders.
Baluchistan: John Saul and his court lazed in the hot, Indian sun, sipping tea and laughing behind their hands about the Danarajahoohoos.
Danrajastahn: "Cough, cough. Christian, bring me… urk!" So did the much reviled Peregrin at last expire. His death was not unexpected - particularly by his long-suffering son Christian (so well known from the penny dreads and slumtown theatres) - who immediately gathered the rebuilt royal army to him at Kanauj and had a few old enemies executed to show he meant business. And, being faced with the necessity of perpetuating the Von Hessen dynasty he made a manful effort… and failed. Indeed, his latest wife Toral Shri Janeesh died in childbirth, yielding up a horribly disfigured creature abhorrent to the eyes of god and man alike. Blanching at what was shown him by the midwife, Christian swore off the "black tar" for all time. Then… "Hmm! Time to marry again!"
This pronouncement was met by surly looks from his mother, Sarah von Buwald, the Duchess of Gwalior, who was angling to have her son (the fourteen-year-old Peregrin II) proclaimed Prince and Heir; and by Christian's younger brother Saul, who held him in low esteem; and even his sister Raquel, who was personally inspired by tales of Princess Arwen (who had come so close to the throne herself).
Efforts by a trio of Arnori "special operatives" failed to win the release of the diplomats held in gaol in Avanti (now known as the Black Pit of Injah). Mssrs. Moe, Charles and Whazisname also fell prey to the rajah's ever-hungry tigers.
Baluchistan: Though some surreptitious conversations with the damnable Arnori had begun, the death of John Saul (at Schwarzkastel) in late winter of '69 put forfeit all such plans.
- Christian Von Hessen 1769-date
- Peregrin Von Hessen ????-1769
- Ben Lynch
Last updated 30 March 2005