Short story

I have been slowly going in and out of confusion writing this damn thing. I figure i could get some opinion on what little I'm going to show here. Mind you assholes that it is still in its rough draft stages.

"It is the year 1326, the great Ottoman leader Osman Sayed II dies leaving Orhan I the sole successor to the Ottoman throne. I, Sir Albern Ejderha have been traveling for some time across the Mediterranean Sea towards Eregli in a small province somewhere in the Anatolia region. My first stop is the port city Mersin then onto Eregli. My task is of the utmost importance. There have been reports of ungodly happenings in Eregli. The Order Of the Teutonic Knights of St. Mary have been the healers and protectors of the holy peoples of God and his kingdom for centuries so damn it all if another people ask of us a favor."

I've got about a page and a half so far so if you have any CONSTRUCTIVE critisim and no inane drivel then have at it.