character sheet: http://pastebin.com/rZQ8vVBd (embed)holdings: http://pastebin.com/m33m5nZ5 (embed)previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=crusader+questThread 5 didn't archive fully: http://archive.moe/tg/thread/34542810/#q34542810Twitter: https://twitter.com/KoblOfSecond Verse, Part 10It is the Year of Our Lord, 1134.You are Wilhelm, Lord of Ramla.And it is Christmas, or near enough. Normally such would be a joyous celebration of the birth of Christ. A Mass, a feast, some celebration. But this Christmas was different.To begin with it is your first Christmas as Lord of Ramla. Secondly, the locals don't seem as enamoured with the holiday tradition as your native Germany. Thirdly, and most anxiety inducing of all, you were hosting Queen Melisende and her entourage. Which included her sister Hodierna, Sir Marcel of Jerusalem, Lord William Bures, Father Desmond and Marian of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre and Sir Raymond of Tripoli. With a troop of twenty five men-at-arms besides. Missing was your betrothed, Ioveta. Kept in Jerusalem as nursemaid for her sick nephew, the crown-prince.It was not a grand host, but the concentrated presence of royalty and royal friends made enough of an impression that you hoped your household would deliver adequate service.You had just left Queen Melisende to freshen up, giving her your quarters for the stay. She had made some heavy flirtation that had left you wondering just what her intentions this Christmas visit held.Anyroad, you had other guests to attend to.As you made your way back to the hall you past your squire Hugo speaking with his friend Jacques. What they spoke of you couldn't guess, but Jacques was laughing at Hugo's clear discomfort.> nominate a guest to accommodate
>>40632242>> nominate a guest to accommodatePrincess Hod. Would like to read that letter.
>>40632242>accommodate Sir MarcelIt'll be important to connect with other local nobles.
>>40632333Marian of the Church of the Holy SepulchreAs in the Holy Order ?
>>40632242>Lord William BuresI remember this guy, he liked the crit>two holy men on deckand here we are without our ownwe dindu nuffin
>>40632316>>40632242Changing from princess Hod to Lord William BuresLetter wont go anywhere and we can read it in the evening. Might be an excellent time to recruit another noble to our cause
>>40632242Lord William Bures
>>40632242>> nominate a guest to accommodateHod Letter NOW!>YFW Lovetta does a surprise visit because dat Koblenz
>>40632426Anon. Its Iovetta not Lovetta. Sometimes Yvette
>>40632434sorry I'm pre coffee so I tend to capitalize the l before thinking.
>>40632242>Lord William Bures
>>40632449its an 'i' not an 'L'
Hugo fucks the red potato when?
>>40632481Once Sabeen returns to her father in Jaffa and he has no one else to shag.>And implying he wont do both of them
>>40632481I thought both potatoes were red?
>>40632477>laziness using lowercase l instead of capital I
>>40632495Etain is the pale and black haired one.
>>40632481I think it took some wine the first time>Raymond of TripoliI'm sure I've heard of this one before
>>40632509Dude its Raymond. Remember from when we travelled to Jerusalem and he went Altair on that guard in the city ?
>>40632503I did it to illustrate the difference, since 4chan font is san-serif.
>>40632495slut potato is black>>40632492>using used goods>>40632490fight me Sabeenfag
>>40632549You are aware that both Sabeen and Maggie is "used goods"
>>40632563You are aware that Hugo is 13 and doesn't give a shit, right?
>>40632580That was my point.
>>40632563>maggie >used goods>Implying she isn't a pure slut
>>40632592>"Thank you for standin' with me," she said, "I know what they say about me. But the truth is..." she laughed, it was short and bitter. "They call me a whore but I've never done more 'an most of 'em and less than others." She laughed but it wasn't with much humour.
>>40632592better than etain. Solomon's already had a taste of that.
>>40632637And why should Hugo care ?
>>40632615>Implying that wasn't church whores being Hypocrites >implying that wasn't in refrence to peeping and shit>>40632637this nigga knows whats up
When last you had seen Lord William it had been at the trial. Your trial, but through your oratory skill had turned into the trial of King Fulk. You remembered William Bures had been one of the first to stand in outrage against the king, and spoke of Melisende and her father Baldwin.The time before that however he had been the one to make your arrest, dragging you through the streets of Jerusalem like a common criminal, promising you an end at the drop of a rope if you had dared touch Ioveta.He waited with the soldiers, directing them to the barracks. Big, grey, balding on the pate, he wore maile and a sword like others wore common garb. The man had a thin eye for you as you approached. Though this was your land, still Bures outranked you. Constable of Jerusalem and with a lordship as well, he was not the sort to give his trust nor one to forgive quickly.But when you offered him your hand he shook it, three firm pumps with fingers like iron."Lord Wilhelm," he said, still gruff in the voice but not unhappy."Lord William," you replied. The two of you shared a name but naught else in common. Bures was an ugly man of sharp moods. "Good of you to host us," he said, licking dry lips. His eyes were on your courtyard, the gate, the land beyond. He had an eye for such things. Practical, engineering patterns laid out, everything reduced to simple mechanisms of moving parts."I can hardly refuse the Queen," you replied, "I owe her everything."William looked you up and down. "Your first service s to Lord Hugh, is it not?" he asked. It was, by feudal custom. "Will he be joining us?""M'lord has other guests to entertain," you replied smoothly. William gave a jowl heavy frown.William flexed out old, cramped shoulders. "Jerusalem has long been plagued by foreigners competing for high station," he said, "And are quick to betray their oaths to achieve it."Whether this was meant to nettle you or not you showed William no offence.
Hey, check out this song I wrote!Iovetta, gentille Iovetta.Iovetta, je te baiserai.Je te baiserai la face.Je te baiserai le seins.Et la chatte! Et la connard!Iovetta! Iovetta!A-a-a-ah
It would take more than that to conjure your outrage.He turned with a nod for his own thoughts, and directed a question at you."If quarrel was had between Hugh and the Queen, both of whom you owe loyalty, both of whom have rewarded your service, which side would you take?"> Hugh, he is my liege lord> Melisende, she is my sovereign queen> Is quarrel expected between them?
>>40632757>> Is quarrel expected between them?But the Queen above all else
>>40632757> Is quarrel expected between them?
>>40632757> Allahu akbar
>>40632757> Is quarrel expected between them?> Melisende, she is my sovereign queenWe pretty much swore to treat Melisende as ultimate sovereign with him, and we're here to stay, so yeah
Rolled 29 (1d100)>>40632757> write inNeither. I'd have to know the cause of the quarrel first. Otherwise I'd sit by and urge nonviolence.
>>40632757>other"Both. Lord Hugh is my liege and Her Majesty, my Queen. I would take steps to attempt to mediate between both of them and help bring an end to the quarrel."
>>40632757> Melisende, she is my sovereign queen
>>40632822Wouldn't that be acting out of station? All kinds of conflict of interest there too
>>40632757> I take the side of peace, my good man.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TpVXmc8LrpM we Charlamange 2.0 now
>>40632810You are aware that that would make us a traitor, right ?>>40632822Again. Traitor and acting outside of our station
>>40632757>> Melisende, she is my sovereign queen
>>40632856How is that acting outside our station?
>>40632856I don't understand. Does our oath to the Queen come before our lord? Does not either station have rights?
>>40632907We're a low-ranking count. Our immediate liege is our superior. We do not get to approach him (or the queen for that matter) as a peer for mediation. Ideally a bishop would mediate in that situation. That's what the church is for. It's outside the feudal power structure.
>>40632907We are a lower ranking lord and expected to provide support to the one we are loyal to. Not to sit behind preaching about what they should be doing. That is how a Feudal society works. Our Liege Lord and/or Queen grants us privleges and land we return it with support of troops.>>40632942My point is. That there is not sitting in between. You have to make a choice. Not doing so would make us a traitor to both
>>40632968This anon gets it.
>>40632942I think he means we have no place being noble counsel and outright denying any vow we've made. Because feudalism is shitty like that.Even then, Hugh and Wilhelm swore first by the Queen.
>>40632968>Not doing so would make us a traitor to bothWell, we're going to take them both out eventually.
>>40632997>Well, we're going to take them both out eventually.Why ? We have no interest in Jerusalem. It is Eqypt we are after
>>40632997No. No we're not.>>40632968Cheers for the instruction anon. Still viewing things through modern lenses.
>>40632997Anon pls no power trippping
>>40632997Anon we Liu Bei not Cao Cao.
>>40633039But we are after Eqypt. Not any land held by our family.
>>40632997NOHugh maybe but not the queen, we have no interest in Jerusalem's power structure beyond what we can siphon off it.>>40632956>>40632968Far point but reputation may allow us to get away with it soon>>40633039>Liu beiNigga wat?
>>40633039Yeah, which means we're after the title of King.
>>40633052We're after Iovetta. Egypt is just a way to get to her.
"Is quarrel expected between them?" you asked. If it was, it was all news to you.William laughed. It wasn't a pleasant sound. "None can say what the future holds. Any that do is either a prophet or a liar. And since the age of prophets is over, that decides it. Ten years from now Melisende might war with her own son. Hugh has a claim to the throne. A strong one. If he wanted to, he could mount an effort."William licked his lips again. "He'd fail, of course. But he could still try."You offered William a drink from your skin and he took it with a nod. "I think you misjudge Count Hugh," you said, "He loves Melisende."William snorted. "That's why I worry. Love can take a foolish turn. He may well think rebellion is the way best to win her hand. Take her crown, annul her marriage and force her into wedlock.""You are paranoid," you say the words with no sting in them, but you had to think it was far fetched.William shrugged. "Such thoughts keep me up at night. I have no wife to while away the late hours, so my mind turns to the realm. I would see it safe from all threats. Inside and out, and before they can be truly threatening. What of you Lord Wilhelm? Would you do the same?"> I would, inside or out, before they can bloom> I would only act on real threats m'lord, not late night musings
>>40633089> I would, inside or out, before they can bloomCrush it while it is in infancy.
>>40633089> I would, inside or out, before they can bloomCharisma threats away before they become a thing.
>>40633089> I would only act on real threats m'lord, not late night musings
>>40633089> I would deal with threats as they appear.
>>40633089> I would only act on real threats m'lord, not late night musingsLet's be serious, our record isn't the most sterling on prevention (lol bastards). We take things we can hit.The realm needs both kind of men
>>40633089> I would, inside or out, before they can bloom
>>40633089>Ten years from now Melisende might war with her own son.I see what you did there HF> I would only act on real threats m'lord, not late night musings
>>40633186>>40633163Guys we are trying to win his support. Might not be the best way of doing things considering what kind of person he is.
>>40633186changing to > I would, inside or out, before they can bloomHonestly we're in uncharted waters historically so lets be cautious eh?
>>40633199>being a silver tongued demagogue
>>40633089>> I would, inside or out, before they can bloom
>>40633232>not being a silver tongued demagogue
>>40633089>> I would, inside or out, before they can bloom''speaking of that I have a proposition that concerns such things perhaps we could speak of such things later?''
Hmm.Should we mention we captured that kebab and lopped off his hand in prep for interrogation?He would absolutely love to have a go at his tongue.
>>40633293That dude is in Jaffa. But we do have the Caliph's cousin.
>>40633302Yes. I mean, should we tell him that the prisoner exists?
>>40633323We could. Might earn us some good will points.
>>40633323He exists only as our Reek
>>40633323>>40633331or he may just demand we remand him into the custody of the queen.
>>40633345Then thats not up to us. Thats to Lord Hugh.
>>40633339Dear god, man. No.
>>40633354nope>Queen>Hughplus Hugh doesn't know that we have someone that important with us
>>40633323Officially, we were helping our liege clean house. We can comment on the battle, but the prisoner is Hugh's
>>40633354but why would we even bring it up? I doubt it will net us any "good points" and seems more like"Neiner Neiner Neiner, look at all the rasom i'm going to get from my noble prisoner.
>>40633373I mean, its not our prisoner anymore. He'll need to speak to Lord Hugh to get the prisoner transferred.
>>40633400For potential interrogation.We have a new source of good intel. I'm sure he would appreciated being CC'd our findings.
>>40633403I think you've confused the Caliph's cousin with the guy we handed to Hugh last thread
>>40633403Its not that prisoner anon. Its the Caliph's cousin and not the raid leader.
>>40633355What's the matter, don't like bratwurst?
>>40633420>>40633423>lopped off his hand in prep for interrogation?no, I always meant the raid leader.
You thought about his words and could not entirely disagree."I suppose, at the very least if I were Constable, that yes. I would do the same."William grinned. He tapped a finger upon your shoulder."And that my German friend, is why I don't entirely trust you. You have a game I think. Some gambit you are looking to play. Whether for the good or ill of Jerusalem is the question. And if it is for ill, be certain that you will find in me an enemy."He cuffed your shoulder and walked away, shaking his head and chuckling to himself.You did not think Bures an enemy, so long as you did not give him cause to see you as an enemy. That he had told you his intention so plainly was reassuring in a way. If he were to stab you it would be in the chest, not the back.The Constable returned to the division of the Jerusalem troops. Some of the soldiers had gone to great their friends in your own garrison, soldiers from Jaffa and those gifted to you by Melisende. It was your local Ramla troops that seemed apart. Unbloodied beside their comrades, not yet proven shoulder to shoulder in the press of war.Time would fix that.You returned to your hall. Sir Marcel had his servants assisting the two priests with their goods. Hodierna you could not see, though no doubt she was making her presence known. Sir Raymond sat in the shadows, drinking watered wine. The man wore wry amusement like a cloak, looking on the world as if it were a jape.His eyes followed Maggie and Etain as they passed, chatting away about some local gossip."It's getting too fucking crowded," Franz was at your shoulder, eyeing the crowd, "Too fucking crowded by half. If I knew you'd be hobnobbing this much I'd have fucked off in Germany. Taken a job as some Imperial game keeper."
You chuckled. The old Jew was not being serious. In the last half a year he'd been grumbling about such, but you knew he enjoyed the sun, and the company of a matronly widow in the town itself. Your men were becoming enmeshed into the local scene. Tancred had even brought out his family. All save the eldest boy, who remained in Jaffa serving Count Hugh. You expected his next two boys would eventually join their father under arms in your service.They had his build, and long arms."I'll leave m'lord for now," Franz muttered, "M'lord must not be seen keeping such lowborn company as this Jew." He had called you such in half-mocking tone. 'M'lord'. In public at least. He walked away, a noticeable hitch in his knee.You did have other guests to attend to.Fathers Desmond and Marian were setting up a small altar in your hall. Something your holding had long missed.> nominate a guest
>>40633477> nominate a guestThe Queen If avaliable if not Raymond.
>>40633477Orlando.Also, hey look, we said what he expected.
>>40633477The Fathers. See if maybe you can convince one to remain?
>>40633499Probably busy fucking Rosalie>>40633501That is why he is here.
>>40633501Voting for this.
>>40633464>"It's getting too fucking crowded," Franz was at your shoulder, eyeing the crowd, "Too fucking crowded by half. If I knew you'd be hobnobbing this much I'd have fucked off in Germany. Taken a job as some Imperial game keeper."Oh Franz how I've missed you> nominate a guestHod or the priests
>>40633477To the queen!
>>40633477Raymond, our man with the good eye>>40633501>tfw they are related to the rolls
>>40633501This is great
Be back in a minute.
So Hugh fucks us over on ascalon>Wat do?
>>40633729Make sure we have more people loyal to us than to him and the support of the Queen.
>>40633729We take the churches whole for brownie points with the clergy, then side with the italian interests to keep them honest.Best case scenario? We make Ascalon and sorrounding castles a new County.
>>40633729To prevent Hugh or any other Lord from jewing us out of Ascalon we need siege craft, soldiers, gold, and connections.
>>40633761If Ascalon goes well we should maybe considering going for Darum and Gaza aswell and have the Queen make us Duke of the Jaffa-Ascalon Duchy
>>40633796That would piss off Hugh so much, it would be better just to wage our own private war with Egypt after we gain Lordship of Ascalon
Okay, counting up I think we have a tie.Let's get a final destination vote going> the queen> hodierna> the priests> raymond
>>40633790We will have siege craftSoldier support can be gotten by cozying up to the Hospitallers (Templars will want to murder too much)Gold (in future investments) we've left in the hands of LuccaConnections we're a bit too small yet. But the Queen won't let Iovetta live meagerly
>>40633853> the priests
Sorry for the trouble. I just got a vpn (because of the new Australian anti-piracy laws) and forgot 4chan hates VPNs so I tried to buy a pass (as I understand it passes let you get around the VPN ban), but it wouldn't accept my card for some bloody reason.A small headache.
>>40633853>> hodiernaletter I just pray Iovetta isn't doing something stupid
>>40633910You know how the 'final destination' votes work, right? Quote only, no other text.
Priests win.Give me a second.
The two priests were Father Desmond and Father Marian. Desmond was a bald Irishman, broad chest and tall, wrinkles forming around his eyes and lips. Marian was a Frankish-Levant, born to Jerusalem. He was not so tall as his Irish companion, but still had his hair, a fading brown. Both were of a like age, some where over forty. Currently they were erecting a cross in an alcove of your hall. A small altar, a shrine of sorts. The cross was heavy and ornate, metal wrought with gold."A gift from the Patriarch," said Desmond, his voice only carrying a little of that Irish brogue."He thought Ramla may need some of god's attention," Marian added with a small chuckle. It seemed the aged Patriarch had not entirely forgiven you for leading his pupil away from holy oaths, but if his distrust involved such generous gifts you could stand to invoke some more.Marian dusted off his hand and offered it to you. "I'm Marian, he is Desmond. Our thanks for your hospitality."You took it and shook. "My thanks for your company father, both of you. My hall is open to the Church.""Be careful, many a priest will leave you empty of larder," Desmond said, "Though I noted you have a pair of St Anne's runaways in company. The Connacht girl, and the lass from Dublin way."Etain to the first and Maggie was the second."Good of you to see both girls well sheltered, who knows what evils they might find otherwise," Marian said, though his companion eyed your hall with disapproval. No doubt he reckoned it ungodly."They're a pair to be sure," you replied.Desmond sat before the cross. "Well as we might get this over with. The Patriarch has instructed one of us to remain in Ramla, as per your letter. The choice is yours. Myself or Marian here. Fair warning, Marian snores like a saw edge on metal."Marian rolled his eyes.> Desmond> Marian> decide later
>>40634147> MarianSounds more worldly.
>>40634147>MarianSeems sensible, and we don't want more potatoes.
>>40634147> MarianWhile he was a bit dissaproving of us. He does sound more wordly and will most likely be the one to bite us in the ass the least.
>>40634147>> decide laterBest to get the full measure of them both
>>40634147> decide laterRight now I'm leaning towards Marian not Desmond. That may change later on in the evening as a nice face may hide a foul heart.
>>40634147> decide laterLet them benefit from out hospitality more, at least. Then we find out who has less trouble with our medic
>>40634147> decide later
Hey HF, you see this thing?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgvXnDuvj-g
>>40634147>> decide later
>>40634147> decide laterIs one of them more inclined to stay than the other? They probably both have their own opinions. Either seems fine though, not as much difference between these two as some of our other retainer/companion choices.
Is worldliness good to have in a priest?
>>40634265>Is worldliness good to have in a priest?With the kind of character Wilhelm is? Yes
>>40634265Friar Tuck ring a bell?Worldly Priests are bro-tier.
>>40634265I'm more worried about our population and muslim companions. Faithful could make for better morale, but even then.
>>40634311Wouldnt worry too much about the muslims. They are returning to Jaffa after Christmas.
>>40634325Not our doctors.
>>40634340Oh right. Totally forgot about them
We rolled a 70 on our priest roll, we should be good to okay whoever we choose.
You shake your head."We've time for such things later," you said, inviting Desmond to stand, "I would like to know more of you both before making such a decision. This is my soul and the souls of my family we are speaking of, though I'm sure you are both fine men.""Fair enough," Desmond said. Marian helped him to his feet. "A man shouldn't rush to god blindly, but consider each step ahead of him first."Marian inclined his head. "Well said," Marian replied. He thumped you on the shoulder. "If you've need of us we will likely be milling around this area, bothering the flock with the word of god.""If they choose to listen," Desmond added, "Some try for forced conversion, but Christ can only be accepted with an open heart, which begins with an open set of ears."Marian rolled his eyes. "Five 'our father's' and be done with it. The faithful will be faithful, the others will not. Never mind the busy work."They began to walk away, and you heard Desmond remark to his friend - "You should not be so callous in your words brother, all are due God's love and our attention. Be they sinner or saint."You considered the cross they left behind. It truly was a finely crafted piece. You ran a hand over the edges, feeling the indents under your skin. A thing to leave behind you, for all to remember through out the ages. The Patriarch had done you well, even as he made his displeasure known. Perhaps Ioveta had been in his ear, singing your praise and settling some of his misgivings.The day was crawling on, and a night of feasting would be due. Still you had time to call on one other, guest or companion.> nominate a companion or guest
>>40634366>> nominate a companion or guestThink we can finally visit Hod. So kind of her to visit her despite our poor first impression. I believe the words "Ignorant Savage" was used.
>>40634366It's Hod time.
>>40634366>HodiernaWhy not. I trust Raymond to be smart on his own. Only thing left is Sir Marcel for later, and maybe Chiri can take care of that.
>>40634366Wow, Desmond just won some points with me.
>>40634366Hodierna because anon wants it and none other apparently. Not even Raymond who could help with ascalon.
>>40634419Nobody loves Raymond.
>>40634419Tripoli & Antioch are unlikely to help because they are threatened by Zengi
>>40634441It would still be a good idea to chat with the man about it in any case. Even if he sends a few knights and men at arms he would be rewarded.
>>40634492True but it can't hurt to talk to Hod before hand
As the day is closing you search for Princess Hodierna.She has made a home in her quarters, directing the servants Melisende had brought to attend her, and keeping with her a number of lower born ladies in waiting. Still nobility, but of no significant lineage or holding.When you rapped upon the door with the back of your hand she turned from her French barked directions to see you, and offered a smile.She and Melisende were much alike in face and feature, though Hodierna was of fuller a figure. There was much debate about which was the more beautiful. Hodierna wore her hair bound up in a complicated, knotted braid. For a woman of twenty-four, and so lovely in appearance, there must be a story for her spinster status."Welcome to Ramla princess," you said, "I hope you find the lodgings suitable.""I feel most welcome, Lord Ramla," she replied with a curtsy, "And the rooms are adequate. Perfectly adequate."She offered you her hand.> kiss it> bow over it
>>40634575>> kiss itWe still have our manners.
>>40634575>> kiss it
>>40634575> kiss it
>>40634575is this even a real choice?we all know we are going for the kiss.
>>40634575> kiss itJUST>"And the rooms are adequate. Perfectly adequate."[french intensifies]
You lowered your head and pressed your lips to the back of her milk smooth hand. Hodierna gave a slight breath as you straightened up, a smile on her face like a cat that had itself a bowl of cream."Impeccably mannered, why you'd hardly be thought a German the way you carry on," she said, playfully batting your shoulder.She had once called you a savage with anger in her eyes. Now they were soft and warm, blue much like Ioveta's. Without that anger you could see more her loveliness. Smooth and youthful, honey haired and milk skinned. She stepped with a bounce that spoke of playfulness that you well liked, in character and form.And the way her eyes traced your form, not at all bothering with subtlety, you could see she enjoyed the sight of you as well."You make a much better second impression, scrubbed of all that prison dirt," she said, and then tapped your chin, "Though you could stand a beard. Men should not be as hairless as a girl."You chuckled. "You are not the first princess to say so." It made you wonder if the late King Baldwin had favoured a beard.Hodierna went to her saddlebags and produced from it a letter. "My sister entrusted this to me," she said, offering it to you. Before you could reach for it, she held it back. "I've not read it, but I do wonder if you deserve it. My sister has twisted herself into a knot over you." Her eyes spoke of mischief.She handed it to you anyway. And gave it with a kiss on your cheek."I suppose I cannot blame her," she said, falling back from her tip-toes, "You cut a fine figure in lord's garments."Was it the French thing to give a kiss so casually? You put the letter inside that fine lord's doublet you wore.> thank her for the letter> ask after the other letter that Melisende had spoke of
>>40634756> thank her for the letterThen always be polite. Always.> ask after the other letter that Melisende had spoke of
>>40634756>Though you could stand a beard.HF, we've been growing a beard for months, try to keep up. It's our thing where we leave it unshaved until we meet Iovetta once again, or something like that.
>>40634756>> ask after the other letter that Melisende had spoke of
>>40634756>> ask after the other letter that Melisende had spoke ofBut do thank her for the letter.
>>40634756> thank her for the letterI guess it's time for reading before dinner?
>>40634794I believe it was that Iovetta gives us a shave when we leave to go on a trip away from her?
>>40634756Voting for this >>40634777Always pays to be polite to princesses.
But i am in favour of growing a beard. Well trimmed ofcourse. Dont want to look like an unruly barbarian
>>40634891We already have a beard. We only had it shaved that one time for the trial a few months ago. HF just made a slight mistake is all.
>>40634911I just assumed we continued to shave even after.
>>40634933No, there was an agreement that we wouldn't shave for Iovetta's sake.
>>40634756HAVE HODIERNA COMPLIMENT OUR BEARD
>>40634969When I might have missed it but I don't think we ever promised that.
>>40634999We did, a lot of anons said that we should grow a beard after the trial.
>>40634999back when we got out of prison & Iovetta was shaving us
>>40635033Apparently HF is sending us to hell without our consent by forcing us to break oaths
>>40635009>>40635033Okay thanks anons I think I remember a bit of it now.
"My thanks for the letter," you said, "I have hoped for word from my Ioveta, and to have it means a great deal. If you would return to her a letter of my own, you would have my gratitude.""'My' Ioveta?" Hodierna asked with a look of fake indignation, "So presumptuous aren't we?" She smoothed the front of your doublet with both hands. "But I shall convey your letter to her. She longs for it more, I think, to hear from her dashing knight.""And I suppose she had to make do with that other letter?" it was statement and question. Hodierna's brow furrowed when she looked up at you. "The queen made some mention of a correspondence that has been much the joy of the royal chambers."Hodierna's lips formed a perfect little 'Oh!' of understanding, her brows raising."Yes, that letter," her hands smoothed down to hitch into your sword belt, "It was quite entertaining to read of your exploits. You seem quite the accomplished negotiator."The truth was the the truth.She drew back her hands from where they lopped and smoothed her own skirts, along the thighs. "Still, it was much ungodly of you with a betrothed waiting so loyally. Keeping it from Ioveta was a chore. I do not know what her reaction would be to reading it."Melisende had mentioned Ioveta had already seen its contents, but you did not think Hodierna was lying. Perhaps the queen had been goading you with a lie. Or mayhap it was Hodierna teasing you. Or both in joint effort. You could not know. The Rethel women seemed to enjoy flirtatious games, if games they were and not guarded tests.It was a joyful torment they were making you endure.> flirt a little more with Hodierna> enough chit-chat, the feast awaits
>>40635081> stroke our glorious beard
>>40635081> enough chit-chat, the feast awaits My lady.
>>40635081> flirt a little more with HodiernaLets see if we can get some more out of her
>>40635081>> enough chit-chat, the feast awaitsBed the queen. not the hod.
>>40635081> enough chit-chat, the feast awaitsI ship her and Raymond together
>>40635120seconding If only for the Glorious slogan
>>40635009If they did they didn't make enough of a hay about it for me to remember.Wilhelm will start growing a beard in earnest starting tomorrow.
>>40635081> enough chit-chat, the feast awaitsHA HA time for Raymond, maybe music
>>40635128No, we've been growing it for months, you can't just do away with what we said. Plus, we didn't make enough hay about it because we thought you read the posts and understood what we wanted. Do you not read the posts between the votes?
>>40635128might want to put it as a vote at the end of the thread in case theirs some anon that don't want to grow a magnificent bread. That way theirs less reason for them to bitch about it.
>>40635168Think you might be overreacting there anon
>>40635168Mate calm down. It might just be what ya typed but you seem a might pissed. HF hasn't fucked us over yet and I doubt he'd do it now.
>>40635210A princess made a disparaging remark at our expense. It made me feel like I was in middle school all over again. Plus, HF needs to lock down his shit and keep it orderly instead of making assumptions.
>>40635236She made a small jest. Hardly something to get ones panties in a twist over.
>>40635128We made plenty of hay back in that thread with the beard shaving. If you remember that we shaved the beard, then how come you didn't remember the many posts after that saying we wished to grow out the beard after the trial?
We'd better get both Hodierna and the Queen's approval of our dick before we can officially marry Ioveta
You know, I don't remember voting to shave our beard after that one time. If we didn't vote to do something, then why would it happen?
>>40635210HF is a liar. He said he takes write-ins and shit and it's a fucking lie. This is just like Sidon only he's raping our face with razors and soap.
Reminder Iovetta knows Wilhelm has a handsy bed warmer
>>40635261I just looked in that thread their was like three anons that said we should grow it back besides the votes to keep it trimmed.
We totally should have wandered into the queen's room last session, dammit.
>>40635343I don't want to get with the Queen. Just not interested.
>>40635343>not safer when everyone is drunk
I'm really, really not in the mood for being complained at mid-thread - about a beard of all things.Usually I like to think I'm pretty patient. And I'm trying to let this slide and get on with things, but for whatever reason today is just not a good day.I don't care if you are being serious or if you are joking. It's really not sitting well with me right now.I'm asking you, please, drop it.I'm making a compromise. Wilhelm will grow out his beard. If its that important to you, he'll have a beard in a couple of months.
>>40635354He already has a beard.
>>40635354Keep on trucking HF. Just some quarrelsome arse making noise.We've got your back.
>>40635354You know who also shaved people without their consent? Germans.
>>40635354>Please Ignore the shitposter most of us are happy if Wilhelm starts growing a beard from now on
>>40635354Just ignore the Australians shitposting about beards, your brain will thank me.
>>40635354Well thanks for running tonight mate. Hope shit works out for ya. Anons are never going to stop complaining about anything and everything.
>>40635354You should have asked us about whether we grew a beard instead of writing that we didn't.
>>40635388the last time a beard was ever mentioned in this quest we voted to shave it off and not have one, stop shitposting about it.
>>40635415And then we voted to grow a beard from that moment on, for our fiancee. We promised her we would. And HF fucking ignored it.
>>40635425I demand a vote to continue to not have a beard.
>>40635425Actually we didnt promise her a thing and it was only 3 anons who was talking about growing out a beard afterward. Are you really this buttblasted over Hod's little jest ?
>>40635425just drop it and stop making shit up you ass.
>>40635168looks like the butthurt anon from the greek connection is back
i never voted for no beard
>>40635425Fucking quit being assblasted over a beard of all things
>>40635459>>40635454>>40635447>>40635441A bit pointless.
If HF ends early over this i will be quite cross. And will start voting no to beards.
Everybody stop talking about it like HF asked and move the fuck on.
>>40635354Goddamn, it's 3 in the fucking morning and you're letting some shitbag dictate what you should be QMing? Ignore the cuntbag and continue as you were, you've made a perfectly good concession to the pleb as it is.The amount of sleep I've sacrificed to catch this thread live may as well be wasted if this thread goes kaput.
>>40635425I'm going for a shit now, and I'm going to imagine every wipe of my bearded ass will be your tounge.When I come back you will accept that clean-shaven is the way of the lord and shut the fuck up.
>>40635425You're a fun-hating cockmongering asshat, y'know that? HF conceded he made a mistake and he's rectifying it so shut the fuck up and enjoy the goddamn show you killjoying motherheifer.
>>406353542am here in Texas, please don't let a shitposter ruin the thread.
So we can all agree this is Wilhelm before & after prison right?>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PK3x2DOoJIc>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aEryAoLfnAA
"You are a diligent guardian," you said, taking Hodierna by the arm, "She is lucky to have you watching over her.""My sister is a true innocent," Hodierna replied, taking your arm. You led her from the room, toward the feasting hall. "I only seek to preserve that which time erodes in all.""Is innocence doomed to be lost?" you pondered aloud.Hodierna considered it, though the question was not meant for answering. "The Church teaches us that all are born in sin, and only baptism can wash away that sin. Still, beyond baptism, who can say?"The hall was well set, Rosalie had marshaled her considerable talents and the resources of your holding to present a fine welcoming meal to your guests. The seneschal herself waited by the main table, set for noble guests. Sir Ramond and Sir Marcel waited, as did Father Desmond. Some seats were empty. Father Marian, as well as the seat meant for Solomon and Sir Etienne sat empty.The town Reeve, a man named Xenophane, sat far to the end of the table, keeping company with Sir Marcel.You took Hodierna to her chair, and took your own seat. It placed you beside Sir Raymond. The other seat beside you was empty, awaiting the Queen herself. Servants poured wine for the waiting guests."Lord Wilhelm, it is good to see you again," Raymond said. You'd not spent long in his company, but Hugo had spoken highly of the man. He had saved your brother's life on the streets of Jerusalem."It is good to have you in my hall, Sir," you said. In time and with god's favour Raymond would be Count of Tripoli. It was best to be respectful."We may be brothers soon," he said, gesturing to Hod with his goblet. "I spy my future wife. I hear tell yours remains in Jerusalem."Your betrothal to Ioveta was not meant to be known of outside the royal circle. It sent a chill down your spine. You looked to Raymond but the man just smiled and drank.
>>40635533This is Wilhelm always.
Your attention was taken however, by the arrival of the queen.She wore a dress of blue and white, with golden thread along the collar and trailing cuffs. It fit snuggly to her figure, and she walked as ever with tall pride. Above her breast was woven the cross of Jerusalem. Her gold-honey hair had been braided back in a single lthick ong tail that swung like a pendulum behind her. She walked with company, Hugo had her hand, and escorted her to the empty seat."My thanks," she told the squire, "You are as much a gentleman as ever. And growing tall. Soon we will be a height."Hugo blushed and bowed, retreating to his own table. His companions there laughed at his red cheeks. Melisende herself smiled at the awkward young man, before turning her eyes onto you.The other guests had returned, filling the empty table, and conversation soon filled the hall. Solomon looked concerned by something, leaning on an arm and gazing off into space. Etienne chatted with Father Marian.You thought it appropriate to make a toast.> To Count Hugh> To Queen Melisende> To Jerusalem> write-in
>>40635569>> To Queen MelisendeShe is Jerusalem after all and our guest of honour
>>40635569> To JerusalemDon't wanna come off as a brown-noser, and it's appropriate because the Queen rules Jerusalem.
>>40635569> To Queen Melisende
>>40635569> write-inTo the Caliphate and Allah!
>>40635569>> To Queen Melisende & Jerusalem
>>40635569>''To Queen Melisende & the Future of Jerusalem may it be forever God's will that it remain in christian hands''
>>40635569> To Count Hugh who afforded me the opportunity to host such beloved guests as you all. Though none more so than the Queen herself!
>>40635569> To Jerusalem
>>40635569> To ME, I'm so great
>>40635569>> write-inTO NO BEARDS
>>40635569>> write-inTO PO BEARDS
>>40635354>I'm making a compromise. Wilhelm will grow out his beard. If its that important to you, he'll have a beard in a couple of months.So if this hadn't been brought up for discussion, you still wouldn't have let us grow out our beard despite that comment about our lack of one?
>>40635569To whoever it was that landed us
>>40635569>To Queen Melisende>no honoring guests
>>40635741Hugh. The count of Jaffa. The trial probably helped. Ya know with Wilhelm dethroning the king and instating the queen with the power of Koblenz voice. Which shouldn't be used carelessly lest it lose power.
>>40635569Get everyone's attention by clearing your throat and tapping a spoon to your cup.Toast your lord Hugh, then the Queen.
>>40635778Fus roh DAH
>>40635491>you've made a perfectly good concession to the pleb as it is.What concession? He isn't giving us what's ours. It's been months both in game time and real time since that trial thread, Wilhelm should have a kick-ass beard by now. What you call a concession is a vote to grow a beard or not that wouldn't have been given to us had I not told HF that he should ask us whether or not we grew a beard. That concession is lazy because he should have given us that choice in the first place. No, he should have asked us in the first place.
>>40635816William is 18... he won't have a kickass-beard in 10 years
>>40635816It is the TINIEST detailBtw Wilhelms 17 so it's be unlikely for him to be able to grow a full beard
You stand and raise your horn of wine.The crowd turns to watch you, Melisende inclines her head and Hodierna leans over the table. Even Jacques quits from plucking at Hugo's cheeks to give you his full attention. You had that effect on a room."God has a kingdom," you said, "A kingdom in heaven that awaits all true Christian souls. But while we live our lives in hopes for that eternal salvation, we have Jerusalem. The precious home of Christ, his birth, his death, his Resurrection. Blessed is it among kingdoms!""Jerusalem!" horns, tankards, goblets, they were lifted in toast as good Christian men cheered."And to its Queen," you gesture to Melisende, who deigns to stand, "For she and Jerusalem are one, just as both are beloved by all their subjects!""Melisende!"They drank to that, tipping back whatever swill they had in their cups with hearty glee.She did not blush but gave a dimpled smile, and a sly look for you as she sipped her own horn before returning to her seat.You cut her a slice of beef which she took from the end of your knife."Well said," was all the compliment she had."Very well said," Raymond said with more enthusiasm.The feast seems to be going well, you see Sabeen tip half a tankard over Franz's glum head, much to the laughter of her comrades, and Hugo flicks a grape at her in retaliation for his slighted old friend. They quarrel over the table good natured, pokes and pulls at one another's sleeves, until they spill Tancred's wine, and the soldier separates the pair forcefully.Your own company s not so rowdy. Hodierna speaks with your sister Mathilde, and your sister says some witticism that causes the princess to laugh. The queen focuses mostly on her meal.> coax some conversation from the Queen> speak with Sir Raymond instead> settle for just observing the action of others
>>40635851>settle for just observing the action of others
>>40635851> coax some conversation from the QueenThink we might have offended her by not entering the room with her in the last thread
>>40635851> speak with Sir Raymond insteadHow long in Jerusalem's court by now?
>>4063581617 year old William probably could not grow the majestic beard you are wanting for several years.
>>4063584218 since for fucking ever anon>>40635851> coax some conversation from the Queen while observing the others
>>40635865He spent most of his time in Tripoli anon. He even invited us to visit for the feast but we chose to go to Sidon
>>40635851> settle for just observing the action of others
>>40635851>> coax some conversation from the Queen
>>40635867HE WAS ABLE TO GROW A BEARD IN A PRISON CELL, WITH A BOX OF SCRAPS
>>40635851> coax some conversation from the Queen
>yet to read the letter
>>40635907a scruffy horrible thing, not a true beard.
>>40635851> speak with Sir Raymond instead thank him for Hugo's life if we haven't yet.
>>40635920After the party anon
“Hello, Elaise, look at yourself, now back to me, now back at yourself, now back to me. Sadly, you aren't me, but if you stopped being a little bitch and bedding imaginary ladies, you could be the son King Fulk wanted, like me. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re on knees infront of the King with the son you could be. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s a Lion Helm. Look again, the helm is now ladies. Anything is possible when you're half the son Hugo is. I’m on a rouncy.”Everyone on both sides of the bullshit are acting like Elias. Don't be like Elias.
>>40635851> settle for just observing the action Raymond and the QueenSee what they are doing and decided who you want to approach.Also I'm slightly worried how Raymond will react to us bedding the queen since hes got his heart set for her, and has told us this many times. I figure we are doing a one night stand/booty call right?
>>40635946Raymond is after Hod anon he even said so himself just a few moments ago
>>40635946Raymond's after hod.Anyone after the queen has a death sentence on his head.
>>40635924We need our lion's mane, yo!
>>40635940Elaise - The fusion of Elias and Blaise
>>40635962>>40635950My bad, thanks.
That was copypasta from an older thread. Suits the situation pretty good.
>>40635940 Hugo Fugs Maggie when?
FUCKING TALK TO RAYMONDHe saved Hugo back in Jerusalem, and he's a total bro
>>40635946If the Queen is really going for her plan, I guess she won't stop after one night.
>>40635946Changing my vote to Raymond>>40635851Let the Queen get bored a little and work our way up to her, we want to set the mood just right and maybe if she gets bored enough she will come talk to us or ask for our presence next to her.
>>40635946>Raymond >Bedding the queenNigga he's aiming for the Hod bowl
>>40635867Yeah, and HF just cut off several months' work on and anticipation of that.
The Queen did not look displeased, but she ate in silence."Are you well?" you asked, pouring her a little bit of wine.She smiled. It was a radiant thing. Of all the sisters she and Ioveta looked most alike. It made your heart ache and loins throb. "The travel of the day is starting to catch me," she said, taking the offered wine with a sip."How was the road?" you asked. Not long back it had been the domain of Egyptian marauders."Safe," she said, "And word has it you are to thank for that."You shrugged. "I was part of a larger company, serving my liege. If you must thank anyone, send your gratitude to Malik ibn Mujir. He lodges with Count Hugh."She sniffed. "One of his pet Saracens. My cousin does enjoy the company of that lot. It does him little favour."You think of Sabeen, of Mohmed and his father Ibrahim. Muslims had done you good service until now."Your man Bures spoke of quarrel between the two of you," you said, before plucking a knife-full of pork.That drew a laugh from Melisende, and her smile grew to one of genuine amusement. "My aged uncle fears any man that casts an eye my way. If we were not under holy vows, he would throw Fulk into the Dead Sea. No, you should not fear a conflict between myself and Hugh. Though his persistent love notes grow tiresome, it is not worth warring over."She drank a little more heartily, and ate a bit more. She poked you with her fork."We should meet later to discuss your own plans. Matters of the future. It is well my Lord of Ramla should have a wife, and give the kingdom heirs."She spoke of Ascalon in guarded words, but her tone was light. You drank your wine, thinking of the letter on your person.Sir Raymond had too much to drink, and drew Sir Etienne into an arm wrestle. Your vassal did not manage to best the heir of Tripoli."I'll take any man in this room!" he declared, face red from wine.Melisende looks to you with questioning pout.> accept the challenge> nominate a different opponent
>>40636082>> accept the challengeArrr. Fuck it.All in good fun.Chug a pint for liquid courage.
>>40636082> accept the challengeEmpty our wine cup and lets get at it. ALl in good fun.
>>40636082> accept the challenge For you my Queen.
>>40636082>>> accept the challenge
>>40636082>accept the challenge!The trick is to utilize all of our body's leverage, so it'll come down to INT.
>>40636082> accept the challengeWe must get her flustered for us.
>>40636082>> accept the challengeCan Raymond drop a verse?
>>40636122We are so going to lose though.No damascus steel sword to help us.
>>40636082>"We should meet later to discuss your own plans. Matters of the future. It is well my Lord of Ramla should have a wife, and give the kingdom heirs."IT'S TIME!> nominate a different opponentSOLOBRO & HUGO!
> roll 1d100, average of three
Rolled 21 (1d100)>>40636150
Rolled 90 (1d100)>>40636150
Rolled 43 (1d100)>>40636150
Rolled 64 (1d100)>>40636150
>>40636157>>40636160>>40636166about as average as it gets.
Might not be too bad. Considering he is quite drunk
>>40636183gee who would have thought using averages of dice pools would be mediocre
>>40636195Good thing we got that +8WAR last thread
>>40636195Immortan Joe plz
"I'll take that," you said, pulling up your sleeve and offering him your hand.Your men cheered you from their seats."Give 'em hell!" Tancred shouted."Lion! Lion!" the Saracen Aymal cheered. His words were taken up by the other lancers, who sat with your local garrison. "Lion of Ramla! Lion of Ramla!" Your troops joined in. Sabeen rose from her chair, one arm around Hugo's neck, the other around Tancred's."The Lion!" she yelled, face flushed from drink, "Lion of Ramla!""Well you have the crowd," Raymond said, then burped, "But I will have victory."He took your hand, and flexed.Raymond was not weak, but neither were you. The two of you pressed against one another, veins bulging from biceps. But neither of you mastered the other. Raymond grit his teeth.> roll 1d100, average of three
Rolled 15 (1d100)>>40636237
Rolled 94 (1d100)>>40636237woooooo
Rolled 75 (1d100)>>40636237
Rolled 79 (1d100)>>40636237DICE!
Rolled 82 (1d100)>>40636237what was that first roll for?
>>40636258If we would lose or win.
>>40636258might have been for how drunk we/he is
Well I hope we get that roll. 63 averages or thereabouts.
>>40636288yes, it'll take quite the miracle to get much higher than that.
>>40636298Hey ya never know mate. We might channel tourney Hugo and roll trip 90s. Severely severely doubt that though.
>>40636328Hugo was God that whole tourney, Hugo might be the real Protag.
>>40636343Nah Hugo is that guest character that kicks all kinds of ass but if he becomes the protag he will get a severe power downgrade
Melisende leaned forward and spoke into your ear, a whisper that tickled your neck hairs."Come now Lion of Ramla, show me the strength that will take Ascalon."You grit your teeth and snarl, pushing. Raymond's arm gives ground. He tips back."Lion!" Hugo shouts, "You can do it!" He's pulled Jacques close. The brown French boy gives him a disgusted look."Wilhelm!" Mathilde cheers from down the table, drumming the tabletop with her small fist, "For Koblenz!"Your snarl becomes a small roar of effort. Raymond's hand slams down onto the wood surface."Ramla! Ramla! Ramla!" the cheers are enough to set you beaming. Raymond curses, shakes his head, but then flashes you a grin. No hurt no foul. Both your sister and Hodierna were clapping.You see Sabeen laugh, pulling Hugo up to give him a firm kiss on the cheek before releasing him, then falling backwards back into her seat. She toasts you, as does half the hall. Some coin changes hand, you see a coin slip from Marian to Desmond in particular, the two priests enjoying the lively atmosphere."A champion of the feast hall," Melisende said, clapping very softly.The night winds on, and slowly to a close, people begin returning to their bed chambers, or out into the night. Your brother escorts Mathilde to her chambers, the girl still looking to chatter with Princess Hodierna, who was peeling away for more adult company and perhaps a night cap.Your men left in company of course, still cheering their lord, determined to celebrate further in the barracks.The hall is almost empty."Shall we discuss that small matter before you retire?" Melisende asked, offering you her hand.> how could I refuse> nay my lady, I need rest
>>40636356> how could I refuse
>>40636356>> how could I refuseThis is the time
But this is where she states Iovetta is not for us. She double dealt us to the Greeks and we are about to be raped!
>>40636356> how could I refuseSadly i must sleep, last vote of the night lads
>>40636356> how could I refusewith the letter. Iovetta's view is necessary
>>40636356> how could I refuseI swear if Iovetta shows up unannounced
>>40636402She is in Jerusalem taking care of Baldwin who is having a cold. Would be one hell of a ride ot make it to here from there.
>>40636356>> how could I refuseHere we go.jpg
>>40636402Like Padme in Episode 1, or Leia in Episode 6?
>>40636378>spend months growing a mighty beard>Theodore strolls up to our keep, rapes our beard and kidnaps itWe just can't win
>>40636417And then Hugo's gay friend gets killed by bandits
>>40636417But how could someone rape a beard?
>>40636356>Some coin changes hand, you see a coin slip from Marian to Desmond in particular, the two priests enjoying the lively atmosphere.Desmond a best!
>>40636438Cant believe i was one of those we picked Marian.
>>40636434With their dick. Or pussy. I hope Iovetta rapes our beard one day.
>>40636438I'm glad we waited. The more I see, the more I think that Desmond might be a better fit. More naggy but kindly, even to those not of his flock.
>>40636458Why do you think she wants us to have a beard ?
>>40636412I fear what the desire for the Koblenz may have done to her anon
>>40636478>I fear what the desire for the Koblenz may have done to her anonI doubt we have anything to fear. She is most likely locked up in the castle and under guard.
Sorry, had to arrange dinner.
>>40636538cockblocked by dinner
>>40636490>Implying that stopped the Koblenz when we were in prison
>>40636538Was it a chicken dinner?
"How could I refuse?" you reply, accepting her hand.You are not the slightest bit drunk, though you had some to drink, and you see that neither is the queen. She took your arm with all regal bearing, and allowed you to escort her up to her chambers. She slipped from your arm and entered first, but you soon followed, closing the door firmly behind you.The queen went to sit upon the bed, and drew herself up to sit back-pressed upon the headboard. The train of her dress, snug at the hips put spreading out around her legs, formed caverns of blue silk upon the bed sheets.She offered you the chair by the fireplace. "Sit, and let us talk a little of clandestine matters."There was no fire set. You took logs and lay them, then fetched a torch from the wall to light it. It's crackle was inviting, and caused the shadows to dance.You took your seat and leaning upon your shatranj board considered the golden queen that sat upon your bed. The shadows flickered across her face, put a glow upon her skin."You have secured Genoan support," she said, "And my agents tell me it is enthusiastic. They are fully committed to taking Ascalon. Ships and soldiers beside are being assembled. They see it as a foothold into Sinai, with all the riches of Arabia waiting. And a chance to remind the peninsular of Genoa's superiority.""Numbers are more important than enthusiasm," you said."Does two thousand troops ring a joyous bell?" she asked, "And ten galleys beside? Mercenaries, for the most part. I was surprised at how eager these Italians are to best one another.""So I have some Italian wharf rats," you said.She considered you, running the tip of her finger along her bottom lip. "My cousin Roger is sending ships. Ten galleys with troops. Not a bad share considering he is embroiled in problems of his own."You nodded. "He and I made an acquaintance, and I suppose Hugh may have spoken with him on this endeavour. It is good, but it does not win Ascalon."
She pouted a little, a tantalizingly girlish expression upon a queen's face. "You are sounding so morose, what can I say to excite you?" she tapped her chin, "Mayhap that the Orders have committed to Ascalon, after being approached by royal parties?"That had you sitting forward, and brought a crack of amusement upon Melisende's face."What ever royal party responsible I owe a debt," you said, finding your voice. Combined and drawn from all the kingdom that was easily another thousand or more martial souls. Knights backed by well trained men-at-arms."You will need siege engines," Melisende spoke, "We have some that we might gift you, but we will need more."You nodded. "I have sent for an engineer. He should arrive soon."Melisende smiled widely. "Yes, you have been busy.""Should I not put in every effort?" you asked.She ran her hand along her neck. That slightly honey'd skin. "Of course you must do all within your power. If you hope to succeed."You lean forward. > ask her advice on which parties inside Jerusalem should be approached> ask her advice on parties beyond Jerusalem's borders> change the subject to direct matters of state
>>40636677> ask her advice on which parties inside Jerusalem should be approachedAsk her if she can convince the other lords loyal to her for their support and give us a chance to convicne the ones who are in Fulk's faction to hear us out. Remember Gerad told us to court our friends aswell as our Rival. We are also going to need her help to make us leader of the whole army so Ascalon will be considered ours. A decree from the Queen should do that.
>>40636677>> ask her advice on which parties inside Jerusalem should be approachedOn>> ask her advice on parties beyond Jerusalem's bordersI am slightly torn. Should we keep this as an internal endeavour or enlist other christian support.
>>40636656>genoansyes!>Roger on Hugh's behalfFuckso total we have currently 80 odd knights + 3600 soldiers and 30 galleysWE NEED MORE!> ask her advice on parties beyond Jerusalem's borders
>>40636677> ask her advice on which parties inside Jerusalem should be approachedItalians are enough foreign interests>>40636696anon pls
>>40636677> ask her advice on which parties inside Jerusalem should be approached> ask her advice on parties beyond Jerusalem's bordersAs I fear I am woefully knowledgeable about these things and seeing them from your viewpoint would only increase my understanding your majesty.
>>40636677> change the subject to direct matters of state
Use that Koblenz toungue! No not like that anon! That's for Iovetta and the charizard!
>>40636741And the Queen. Because she demands it.
Uhm where is chiri? I hope she ain't doing nothing too crazy with the Queen around.Captcha fruit cake is not cake.
>>40636841where do you think anon? she's playing our glorious wingman and making sure no one interrupts
>>40636841She is too smart for that.
>>40636841She's helping Hugo get mad pussy.
"Who else is there?" you ask, "I have Sidon and Jaffa, but they cannot make up the numbers. Half the kingdom hates me, and I fear will only look forward to my defeat.""Fulk's old supporters." Melisende drew up her knees to rest her chin upon them. "I can say that Pagan of Oultrejordan would be receptive. He was close to my husband, but his land borders the frontier and has long been plagued by Saracens. He would relish the chance to bloody their nose." She mulled over the question. "Galilee will march where ever I order it. And Tripoli can be convinced to send out soldiers and ships. I think Edessa would be fruitless. Dangerous even to draw soldiers from that border. Antioch I cannot say, though my sister rules it. She is fearful of a coup. I have tried to tell her that decisive leadership will win her support, but she frets within her castle while playing games of intrigue with Radolph, the Patriarch of Antioch.""This is something at least," you say, warming your hands before the fire."Shall we continue this talk of state?" she asked, sitting back on her arms outstretched."Was there something else you had in mind?" you replied."Well, I did not come here just for the pleasure of your company," she cocked her head, "Or rather, I had hoped to enjoy the pleasure of your company."You couldn't help but grin at the innuendo. But she wasn't smiling, rather she watched you with head high, eyes narrow and bearing upright. Proud. Waiting.> how can I refuse?> refuse (politely)
>>40636870> how can I refuse?
>>40636870>> how can I refuse?OH YEA. KEEP THE QUEEN HAPPY.
>>40636870> how can I refuse?We need her to stay happy with us if we want any chance to get Iovetta
>>40636870> how can I refuse?Wilhelm is, after all, a Queensman™
>>40636870> how can I refuse?I want to keep on talking but, we cannot refuse the Queen.... Plus it leaves us more to talk about another day!I was going to suggest we throw in some innuendos for the last post but I was slow.
>>40636870> refuse (politely) My queen lovely as you are Iovetta is waiting for ascalon to fall afterwards anything but refusing our marriage will be yours.
>>40636870>> how can I refuse?
>>40636870> how can I refuse?"Let me show you the lion that will take Ascalon"
It's a catch22 ain't it? I don't know the right answer here!!
>>40636914She wants Wilhelm, if we let her she will be happy and more likely to help us and keep her end of the barging.
>>40636901SecondingCant help thinking this is a trap
>>40636920Are you sure though? I'm just thinking about how if this gets to Hugh he might start hating Wilhelm even more. Then even more rumors sprout up supported by Elias the douchenozle and Fulk. Wilhelm loses all credibility and Iovetta as well. Shadowruns intensify as all hell!
>>40636941That is only if he finds out and nah dont worry too much about Fulk. He already tried that once on her with Hugh. Doing it again and he will end up looking like a paranoid fool and lose the little support he has left.
>>40636941Shadowruns always intensify. You cannot trust them.
>>40636941Dont give HF more ideas!
>>40636941We should be able to pass it off as us discussing matters of state late into the night.
>everyone gets pissed off when Iovetta almost fucks another man>Wilhelm is openly fucking another women, and has progressed to having sexual relations with her own sisterI wonder why anons are so retarded about relationships sometimes. I can't imagine Iovetta would be pleased knowing Willy fucked her sister, regardless of how exciting she found him fucking (that other important woman I don't remember the name of).
>>40636954I worry about damn near anything in this quest fucking Wilhelm over. The only things I don't are Hugo's and chiri's loyalty.
>>40636978While i understand that. But you are overthinking it and currently shooting yourself in the foot.
>>40636977You are aware that, that kind of double standards i actually rather normal in this time period?.
>>40636977Jehanne? I think. >>40636977If HF took my conspiracy theories I'd be I don't know something. Eh>>40636988How am I shooting myself in the foot? Let me inside your head for that one mate. It's also 5:30 am for me. That might be making me more paranoid than usual.
>>40636977If we can't trust the Queen, why try at allIovetta surely knows Chiri isn't a conversation partner
>>40636905changing from to >>40636901Im being paranoid as fuck but Wilhelm has a Waifu now
>>40636994In your paranoid mind you are jumping to the worst possible conclusion based on a few assumptions based on very little making you too afraid to actually act.Or atleast that is how i see it.
>>40637015Think voting time has been over a long time now
>>40637025well if that the case I hope we don't fuck>Wilhelms ambition makes everyone paranoid as hellt-thanks HF
Wonder how Wilhelm's going to feel about fucking Melisende after he reads Iovetta's love letter.
>>40637038>Begin reading letter>''I shall arrive the night after my sisters arrival.....''>Everyones face when
>>40637038like writing back
>>40637018Yeah I always think up the worst results from any action. Helps me with some risk analysis but I also stated the queen could ask Wilhelm for anything but Iovetta's hand after we take Ascalon. Just need that city and to hell with rumors. Wilhelm best knight! Also glad to have a civil chat.
>>40636899Changing my vote to:>>40636870> refuse (politely)Paranoia is contagious, I would rather we wait at this point until after we read Lovetta letter first before bedding the Queen. Lets leave her a bit sexually on edge, but play along a little flirt a little.
>>40636870>how can I refuse
>>40637087far far too late for that, me thinks.
You could not say you had not wanted it. Since first you had met her you had played with the idea.You rise from the fireside chair."I can not refuse my queen," you said, and began to work the toggles off your doublet. You kept eyes with the queen. She gave a sudden high breath, and slid blue silk threaded with gold first from first one shoulder, then the other. Bare shoulders, golden in the light. You peeled off your doublet and let it drop, then drew off your under tunic to leave your chest bare.You put a hand upon the bed and Melisende drew back against the headboard. The other hand you lowered beside Melisende, pulling yourself above her. She looked up at you, nervous little breaths coming from her lips.She took a swallow. "My husband is the only-"You closed her words off with your mouth. The queen's lips were warm, and her tongue answered yours. Her hands came around your shoulders, pushed up along your neck and into your hair. Pulling you down onto the bed, between her legs, drawing your tongue deeper into her mouth. You pushed a hand up her thigh, up her side until you found her collar and pulled it down.Down until she was bare but for her golden hair unbound.You looked her over. Flat belly and smooth navel, generous hips, a golden tuft of hair right above her-She grabbed you by the sword belt."Must you wait for written instruction?" she asked, a smile breaking across her face.You blinked.And then buried your face against her neck, drawing sweet girlish sounds from Melisende as your fingers began to work. You drew your face down to her shoulders, to the slope of her breasts, which you teased with tongue and teeth, across her navel until you drew your fingers forth and put tongue instead.She quivered under your ministration, giving soft prayer. With your hands you gripped her thighs, feeling the smooth skin under your rough, calloused hands.
>>40637191THIS BETTER NOT FUCK US HF!
>>40637191I cant believe how hard my cock is right now.
"A child," she said through building sweat, "Give me a child." That cannot be done with a tongue.When next you entered her you drew forth womanly moans. She pulled you close, tight, arms around your chest, legs around your thighs. Drawing you deep, urging you faster. Faster, faster, until she was a sweating moan of pleasure."God," she said through quivering lips.It came that you turned upon the bed, and soon changed places. She rode you, chest held high and prideful, hand upon your chest. She looked down upon you through eyes flooded with the anguish of feminine pleasure, shaded by a broken curtain of long gold strands. Your hands grabbed thigh and hip, matching her thrusts.It is written in some medical texts that in order to conceive, a woman must climax. You had prepared Melisende well.Her gaze broke from yours and her eyes closed, turned upward. "God!" she near fell, had you not held her by the hips she would have collapsed on your chest.You grunt, and spill deep, your body taken by orgasm. Melisende lay a-quivering upon your chest, gold hair spilling across her back. You lifted that sweet face. An expression of wind-blown rapture gave way to a sly grin. She pulled herself up, sitting upon your belly, and ran her hands through your sweat soaked black hair.Her eyes spoke of duty well performed, and her smile invited more.She tipped up your cleft chin to place a kiss upon your lips. Her hands ran around your neck as she she drew a returned kiss out of you. When you had been near drawn back to muster from that kiss, she slid to your side. Melisende lay her head upon your shoulder, pressed her breasts against your side, and slowly gained back her breath.You lay in pleasant afterglow, hand trailing along the queen's back. A queen was something else indeed.> switch to Hugo> switch to Mathilde
>>40637216> switch to HugoBut I'm really tempted to go with Mathilde.
>>40637216> switch to Mathilde
>>40637216>> switch to Mathilde
>>40637216> switch to MathildeHA HA TIME TO GOSSIP
>>40637216I dont really care either way. But it might be nice to go with Hugo. This might be his last chance to be with Sabeen for a very long time and i also think he should apologise for what he said in that stable in Sidon
>>40637216>>40637216>> switch to Hugotime to fuck the red potato!
>>40637216> switch to Hugolet us see where the adventure takes us!
>>40637216> switch to MathildeI want Hugo to talk to Sir Raymond but can't pass up one of the few chances to play as the friggin Queen.
Everyone. Say hello to Amalric. He will be born in 9 months time.Ofcourse there is a chance it might be a girl or even twins. But historical Melisende's second child was Amalric
>>40637307MathildeMathilde is our sister, not the queen
>>40637308>Amalaric >1136oh god history is screwed
>>40637307>I want Hugo to talk to Sir Raymond but can't pass up one of the few chances to play as the friggin Queen.Anon...I'm not going to count that vote just yet.
>>40637248>>40637216>hugoYou know what, I am certain now.
>>40637314>Implying she won't be the queen of Beauty & bitchy comebacksregardless>>40637216>switch to Hugo
>>40637216Switch to Charizard.
>>40637349Brother of Prince Baldwin. He became king after Baldwin died unmarried and without a child.
>>40637349 Future King of Jerusalem & Baldwins younger brother Born a year early apparently
>>40637365That is. If we dont fuck up history even more. If we could get Baldwin married and maybe stop his thing for fucking married women we might change a few things.
>>40637365And of vastly superior genetic stock to boot!
>>40637381Amalric was actually a very skilled stateman but Baldwin was both that and a skilled military commander while Amalric was not.
>>40637387Well, this version should outperform the historic one, definitely.
>>40637401I do wonder what happened to the Ibelin now that the civil war didnt happen. Also we should expect a reply from Germany any day now. If i remember correct our reply should arrive around Christmas. Hopefully our father and the Prince-Bishop with a few friends will come.
>>40637307me being an idiot and messing up on all the quests I've been following today, probably gonna stop posting soon.>>40637216> switch to Hugo
http://pastebin.com/2STedMGRYou are Hugo of Ramla.And you are drunk. Very drunk. You burped and for a second feared vomit, but instead unloosened your hose and took a piss against the wall."Long live Queen Melisende!" Jacques sat, waving a half-filled horn of ale, "Queen of Jerushalem and Beautiful Fuggin' Tits!"You draw up your hose. "You should-you shouldn't talk about the queen that way!" you said, pointing an accussing figure, "She's agood woman." You hiccuped. "An' she's virtuous an' she's chaste, an' she's perfect."Jacques pointed at you. "Perfect bloody tits," he said.You blinked one eye then the other, and burped. "Okay, okay, yeah she's got nice tits.""You jerked off thinking about her," Jacques said, making a hand pumping gesture."'Ey!" you could hit him if he'd just sit still and stop-stop going blurry."But I know who else you jerk off too," Jacques said with a drunk chuckle. "She got that dark brown skin, those nice cat eyes and an arse like a-like a peach.""You shuddup!" you looked around in case any had heard.Jacques chuckled, and then gave a weird frown. He'd spilled his ale horn across his lap. He squeezed his eyes tight, then turned over and puked. That set you off to puking too. The two of you puked up your guts. When you were done the world seemed a whole lot more steady. Even if there was still a bit of shimmy to every motion.You helped your friend up and walked arm in arm back to the keep.Jacques burped and looked up at the moon."'Ugo," he said, "You figure we'll still be mates once you're knighted?"You gave him a wrinkly drunk frown. "We're both gonna be knighteds," you said.
>>40637387Fucking CHA dump
>>40637436>"She's agood woman." You hiccuped. "An' she's virtuous an' she's chaste, an' she's perfect."That she is Hugo! You tell him!
Jacques eyes grew very wide. "Nah Hugo. Not me. That's not how it is for us peasants. Yer different. Yer special." He staggered from your arm and held a hand up to the sky. "I'm never gon' be a knight. Just a thing, a fetcher, a carrier a shord-sharpener." He took a gulp of air, his chest heaving. "An' an' an' things like me. We ain't even gon' be people to you once you're a knight. Jus' dirty things what fetch and carry. Throw away when they ain't needed." Tears were building in his eyes."You can't be mates with a thing!" he near buckled over.> ....> you're my friend Jacques
>>40637449> you're my friend JacquesWe are gonna knight him ourselves if we have to! He can be our Solomon!
>>40637449>> you're my friend JacquesIf fucking pops & Franz can be friends why not us?
>>40637449> you're my friend Jacques besides my brother is friends with Muslims!
But can I say based fucking Jacques! For the first post not the second.
>>40637449> you're my friend Jacques>>40637459 taking a bit from here"You're my friend Jacques, you state slight angry, If you don't become a knight then I'll knight you myself!"But say it a little bit drunk.
>>40637459>Implying Hugo isn't solobro 2.0>Jacques isn't Proto William marshal
"If I can be mates with a Jew," you poke him hard in the head, "If I can be mates with a bloody Sarasacen." Did you say that right? "If-if I can be mates wiff a right bloody heathen like Ch-Chira-Charizard!" You put a finger up. "I think I can be mates wiff a bloody idiot like you! Knight or not.""You say that now," Jacques looked up at you, face all knotted up and grumpy, angry with himself for crying.You wobbled. "I'm sayin' it. I'll knight you my bloody self. My-bloody-self if I gots to.""Jacques gave a drunk laugh. "Aw fuck you 'Ugo you lying sack of shit.""No man callsh me a liar!" you swung at him and he tackled you. The pair of you fell into a drunken heap of flaying, laughing boyhood. By the time the pair of you are separated you have a bloody nose that stained your teeth, shown in a broad grin, and Jacques wasn't much better.Tancred stands between you frowning. "You lads need some discipline," he said, long moustache adding to that terrible frown, "Tomorrow ye'll run a mile with stones to carry.""You ain't my bloody knight!" Jacques said, giving the soldier a finger."You think they'll say no?" Tancred asked.Jacques closed his eyes, then said the loudest 'FUCK' you'd ever heard."Get some bed rest ye little bastards," he said, pushing the two of you on, "You'll need it on the morrow."The two of you stagger onwards. You spy the lancer Aymal taking a piss by the stables. You never liked that Saracen much. He was a good looking guy. You didn't like the way he looked at Sabeen. Or Maggie. Or Etain. Or any bloody woman come to think of it. Maybe it was Jealousy. He had a smooth charm you lacked, even in his broken Latin.You saw a bucket of manure. Jacques saw it too and snickered.> dump it on Aymal> don't
>>40637550> don'tIf Hugo doesn't like him then face him in honorably. But shame him through wrestling!
>>40637567>>40637550> don'tLets go find Sabeen and tell that Saracen Wench what we really feel!But Hugo is drunk. I doubt stuff like that is going through his head.
As much as you'd like to, you don't, leaving the bucket where it was. Aymal saw the two of you. He gave a friendly smile and a wave as he finished pissing. He was drunk too. Staggering from his spot, he came to stand with you and Jacques."Friends!" he stretched out a hand, "Any luck tonight? We are in Christ lands, and Christ was the prophet of love. We should be so lucky to find girls to love." He moved his hand like he was feeling the figure of a woman, and looked as if he might kiss it.Jacques just snorted, shook his head. "Crazy bloody Saracens."But all eyes turned when Maggie and Etain walked by, in company with your bitch half-sister Mathilde."Hello beautiful," Aymal said to Mathilde."Excuse me?" she replied with a quirked brow and a smug smile.All you could think was:GOD WHAT A FUCKING BITCH"You should be covered in jewels and dressed in silk," he said, wobbling dangerously, "The prize of a caliph's harem. I could be that Caliph of your heart.""Heathens," Mathilde rolled her eyes and graced the drunk Saracen with a very light pat on the cheek.Jacques was just staring at Maggie. Staring a bit too hard without saying something."Are you a'ight Jackie-Boy?" she asked."Uh," he replied, managing a nod. He continued to stare. Mostly at her tits.You shook your head, these two just didn't know how to talk to women.> try to chat up one of the girls (nominate)> hustle your mates along instead
>>40637682>> try to chat up one of the girls (nominate)MAGGIE!
>>40637682>> hustle your mates along instead
>>40637682>> try to chat up one of the girls (nominate)Maggie. Just do like brother and Solomon and all will work out.
>>40637682> try to chat up one of the girls (nominate)the redhead I guess, also maybe keep an eye on our sister?
>>40637682> try to chat up one of the girls (Maggie)Be a wing-man for our bros, and show em how its done!Maggie was the one who saw our privates when we woke up in the church right?
>>40637755They both did.
You check your collar and scuff the vomit off your shoes."Hey Maggie," you said with a smile.Her shoulders perked and her eyes lit up. "Hugo," she said.You ran a hand through your blonde hair. It had grown out since the time in St Anne's."Sorry about my mates," you said, you gestured to them with a thumb, "They can't handle their drink. Act a bit foolish when it gets to their head.""-I- remember when father let you have a drink," Mathilde interjected with a smug little smile. She put a finger to your chest. "You puked all over his britches, right before he was due to meet the bishop."You tried to keep your smile. "Well I was just a boy then," you said.Mathilde rolled her eyes. "Oh and you're such a big tough guy now," she replied.You shook out your head, and put your attention back on Maggie. "So what are you girls doing now the feast is over?" you asked, managing not to stumble over your words."We could stand a drink," Maggie drew back the cover of her satchel. A bottle of wine and some cups. "But I don't think you boys could stomach another." The girls shared a giggle and a challenging eye.> Yeah, right. Accept the challenge.> she was right, not worth the headache tomorrow
>>40637799> Yeah, right. Accept the challenge.Its a dare and we are a teenager which means we are obligated to accept it. Think its the law
>>40637799>> she was right, not worth the headache tomorrow
Every body died.Or went to bed.
>>40637799> Yeah, right. Accept the challenge.AH DRUNK TEENAGERS WHATS NOT TO LOVE!
>>40637799> Yeah, right. Accept the challenge.
>>40637799> Yeah, right. Accept the challenge.>>40637873Its nearly 5am on a weekday, we should pick this up tomorrow, I would but I'm scared of any time-skips.
>>40637873no pls THREAD IS LOVE THREAD IS LIFE!
>>40637873Dooont! i Was just getting pizza!>>40637799> Yeah, right. Accept the challenge.
>>40637873Oy get back her HF! LET US BANG THE RED POTATO!!!
>>40637873 sorry I had to walk the dog HF
You scoff, and look to your friends."Maggie 'ere reckons she can out drink us," you said.Jacques blew out his cheeks while Aymal shook his head.You looked back at Maggie with a grin. "I'll go you cup for cup," you said, a finger to her chest. Or rather her breast.She looked at it, then up at you with a grin, jaw slightly crooked."Well then," Mathilde said, taking the bottle of wine and sauntering over to the stables. Etain and Maggie followed her. And you and Jacques were soon following. Aymal tried but staggered and fell with a laugh."Good luck!" he called after you, grin very wide and eyes glassy.And that was your last coherent memory of the night.> roll1d100
So whats Mathildes goal in life?
Rolled 81 (1d100)>>40637939
Rolled 33 (1d100)>>40637939
Rolled 28 (1d100)>>40637939Hugo you stupid shit don't blackout
Rolled 27 (1d100)>>40637939Here's to hoping we get back at our sister for some of the shit shes put us through in the past.
>>40637941Be as much of a bother to her brothers then marry a handsome noble.
Rolled 52 (1d100)>>40637939rollan
>>40637941Being a Caocao tier ruse cruise?
The night was a serious of flashes and sounds.You remember the stable loft, covered with straw. Sitting in a cirle. Etain to the left, Maggie in front, Mathile next to Jacques. You remember giggling. Lots of girlish giggling. You remember clothes being taken off in some kind of game. Piece by piece. Your bare chest. Jacques naked and snoring. The girls each naked, Maggie, Etain and even Mathilde was down to her shift with the girls threatening to tear it off her.You remember she did take it off, and you felt hot and confused.You remember Maggie's coo and the way Etain bit her lip. Did they kiss? Yes. Each kissed the other, and then each kissed you. You couldn't remember in which order. Mathilde had disappeared after that. You weren't sure if she'd kissed you or not.And then it was you and the Irish girls as naked as your name day.And there was a lot of kissing.Then Etain left and it was just you and Maggie. She was soft, freckled on her shoulders.You remember her moan in your ear as you were on top of her in the straw. Her sigh.And as you blinked out bleary eyes and sought to silence the horns blasting in your skull with palms pressed to your temples, you turned to see her pale nakedness beside you. Belly flat against the ground, smiling in her sleep, red mane strewn with straw and head tucked into the crook of your arm. You looked down. Pale curves, full and inviting to a sober man, were pressed against you.And you blushed in embarrassment at some of those memories. Prayed that Mathilde would not remember.Jacques suddenly burst from the straw. Sitting up and smacking dry lips, eyes hooded. Naked as well, his chest pale compared to his deep baked limbs and head.His eyes rolled over Maggie, and then to you.He sighed. "Lucky," he said and then laughed.
Maggie stirred, opening bleary eyes and smiling at you. "G'mornin'," she said."Morning," you replied, running a finger unconsciously between her shoulder blades. You stopped your twitching finger and cursed yourself. This was the second high born maiden you'd dishonoured. And she had that well dishonoured glow on her face. Curse you for the worst form of blackguard.You searched for your clothes and pulled them on, knocking over cups and an empty bottle as you did so. Maggie rolled away from you, sitting up. You threw her the dress she'd worn."My apologies," you said, "I-I lost control. I didn't mean to-"Maggie grinned and pressed her thighs together. "Christ, if that's what you do by accident you'll have to do it deliberate next time."You blushed clean to your roots but couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride."LADS!" Tancred's bull voice crashed through your ear drums. "HUP-TWO! TIME FER RUNNING!"The man-at-arms had not forgotten you.> present yourself to Tancred> run for your life
>>40638175> present yourself to TancredWe deserve this.
>>40638175> present yourself to TancredI think we deserve some trainin[spoilers] Note to self bang Maggie more! [/spoiler]
>>40638175>> present yourself to Tancred
>>40638191>implying he isnt gonna do Etain next
>>40638175> present yourself to TancredGIT GUD >>40638191>Wanting used goods
>>40638235>being picky at the age of 13
>>40638244>Implying SUFFERING doesn't come with being picky
>>40638175> run for your life...... With a sack of potatoes on your back!
>>40638266>instead of stones it's maggieFUND IT!
>>40638277>And she is shouting cheers with that accent of hersDOUBLE FUND IT!
>>40638313>while nakedTRIPLE FUND IT!
You buckle on your sword and waved Jacques to follow. He dressed as quickly. You scooted down the ladder, while Jacques jumped. He didn't seem hung over. Curse him for a lucky bastard. Your head thumped bad before. When you stepped out into the light of the courtyard you nearly cried. Literally tears of pain.Tancred waited, fully armoured, nasal helm in place. Shield strapped and spear in hand.He had similar equipment at his feet, and a very nasty smile on his face."My lucky day," he said, "Two fresh 'uns nice and ripe."He had you pull on the maille, the helms, strap on the shields and pick up the spears. God it was hell, a furnace.You looked to Jacques. The pair of you were green to the gills."What happened to stones?" Jacques asked.Tancred gave a mean chuckle. "My assistant had a better idea."A horse snorted, scuffed. You turned to see Sabeen walk out of the stables leading her black stallion. She snorted too at the sight of you. Shook her head. Her eyes seemed hard."Tancred, you need someone to give these boys a spur?" she asked as if this were a surprise and not a plan.Tancred doffed the rim of his helm to her. "Wouldn't hurt fer the help m'lady Sabeen."She swung up into the saddle. Tancred threw her his spear, which she flourished either side the war horse, causing its ears to flick."This is horse shit," Jacques cussed, kicking up a clod of dirt."Round the town at least once," Tancred said, "Try not to pass out!"And then Sabeen kicked her horse into a trot, spear point flicking at the two of you to get you moving.You started forward at a slouch, and felt the tip of Sabeen's spear ring the helm on your head like a church bell. You near passed out from that alone.> roll1d100 best of three
Rolled 34 (1d100)>>40638341
Rolled 81 (1d100)>>40638341>> roll1d100 best of three
Rolled 48 (1d100)>>40638341
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>>40638341>Wilhelm got the Queen>Hugo got the red PotatoSabeen is jelly right?
Something tells me Sabeen is pissed.
>>40638379Of course. Hugo made a big deal about wanting to be with her, and yet he's starting to sleep around like Wilhelm. We don't know if she's a maiden, but she's probably got a maiden's heart.
>>40638402>Sabeen >Maidenanon I got some bad news.....
>>40638405That why I added the maiden's heart part. She seemed genuinely affected by Hugo's confession, and has been getting close to him quite regularly ever since he won the tournament.
>>40638429>Doesn't stop her from getting some from Wilhelm when she can
>>40638454Wonder if Chiri has told Hugo about that episode
>>40638460oh boy now that would be awkward>Hugo's face when
You surged on with heavy feet, feeling the weight of the armour, the spear, the shield. And though it was mid-winter the heat as well was pressing in on you, trapped to your chest by cloth and steel both. Sabeen trotted behind you, point flicking to your buttocks should you slow.But you did not slow. You did not falter though your limbs wanted to give out. You gave each bloody step at a light jog.Jacques collapsed behind you and was left there for a village man to clean up.It was just you and Sabeen.And at last when you thought you might lose your feet you heard her growl."Keep those feet moving!" she said, "Don't stop for nothing! The armies of Islam are before you and there is no fleeing. A thousand men stand beside you. They can do it. They will march no matter the hunger, the weather, the sickness. Come on Frank, lift those legs!"She trotted beside you, looked down from her horse. "Come on boy, keep moving. Can't you keep up with the men?"There was heat in her voice, anger in her eyes. You glared up at her with a frustrated anger of your own."God I fucking hate you," you said in German, struggling every step. She trotted ahead, standing in the saddle and looking back at you. Then turning to look ahead. You kept your eyes on her back, finding every step.You made it round the wall, and then collapsed. Gasping, leaning on your spear, clutching at your chest. Feeling for one terrible moment as if you would die.Sabeen's eyes widened and she was quick of her horse, breathing near as hard as you were.She was beside with a canteen, and pushed the water toward you, lifting your chin (covered with soft blond down) with her fingers. "Drink Hugo," she said, pressing it to your lips. You gulped down the water with breathy snorts. You choked, turned and vomited red on the dirt.Blood? No, wine. You wiped it on your wrist. She gave you her canteen, pulled off your helm and smoothed back your sweat darkened hair.
"Christ, Hugo," she said, chest starting to settle. She frowned and pinched at her lips, a very confused look on her face as if she had said something very wrong.You tipped the water over your head, mouth open and drinking as it poured down your cheeks and over your chin. You handed it back empty. "Praise Allah," you said in jest, finding a smile for her as you wiped your face.She chuckled. Then smoothed back your hair again, smiling as well.Damned for a fool but she had the most lovely smile.-End thread.Hugo +1 cha, +1 warWil +1 int, +1 cha, +1 leadQnA(maybe a second thread?)
>>40638500>(maybe a second thread?)Yes please!
>>40638500second thread?If we have the people would be great>how did we go?>anything awful?>Amalric or we Alt. history now?
>>40638500Was maggie a virgin?
>>40638500Sounds good.>both Wil and Hugo get a bonus to their main stat.Parties are the best training montage.
>>40638500>Wil +1 int, +1 cha, +1 leadWell shit we're on par with Elias unmodded now. Who else do we know that can rival our charms?
>>40638500>(maybe a second thread?)On second thought probably shouldn't. I'm a bit tired and have stuff to do tomorrow.I don't know if we even have the numbers to justify a second thread.
>>40638529Oi! no take backs!
>>40638529awww!thanks for running HF!
>>40638529I'd be down for second thread.
>>40638529dissapointed as Sabeen was
>>40638524Maybe a very technical virgin.>>40638520>how did we go?You guys did okay. It was more a game of different results than a wrong decision.>Amalric or we Alt. history now?You guys have been alt. history for a while. But yes, the child will most likely be Amalric (if its a boy)
>>40638529Night. Thanks for running
>>40638529Can ya at least give the gist of what was said when Hugo realizes she saw him and Maggie while getting her horse ready? That's my guess anyway.
>>40638500>(maybe a second thread?)Yes please
>>40638564>Maybe a very technical virgin.
>>40638593>>40638599>>40638607It's a Catholic thing.When a girl will do a lot of stuff, but she won't do that.No she won't do that.Except maybe a little.
>>40638615wait you mean anal?
>>40638615So no one popped her cherry, at least in the sense she's never had a dick in her?
I regret bringing it up.A lot of girls have weird parameters about what 'counts'. I know some girls that don't count it as real sex if the guy doesn't finish.
>>40638630ManCatholics sure are weird
>>40638630That's strange. Safe to assume HF that most individuals on 4chan consider sex as intercourse, regardless of whether climax is reached or not.
>>40638630Okay let's simplify it, was she a virgin in the ''never had it j-jammed in the V'' sense?
Beard guy got a little weird with the archive. Still, nice of him to do it for me.
>>40638630How many girls want Hugo's sword?
>>40638661Aye. I am pretty sure Wilhelm isnt in a moral crisis or made any promises.
>>40638661second thread pls HF senpai!
>>40638659Yes, in the sense that a guy put it in her but didn't do anything with it, got freaked out and they never discussed it again.>>40638668He's a good looking kid of decent standing and growing fame.Guess.Hint: The number is bigger than 1.
>>40638564Can we send a message to our homeland in German calling for any and all who are willing to come fight for us, for god glory and/or gold?If we do a proper job and offer additional things like a new life and accommodations for them when they arrive we could amass a large pool of manpower, I'm hoping
>>40638685We already did that. We should get our reply from Trier any day now
>>40638681>Yes, in the sense that a guy put it in her but didn't do anything with it, got freaked out and they never discussed it again.oh god he freaked out about the bleed didn't he?please tell me Mathilde is maybe/maybe not in that number
>>40638694WHAT? I must have missed that, which thread was that in?
>>40638702back when we first got Ramla
>>40638702>oh god he freaked out about the bleed didn't he?The one we got the lordship of Ramla. Sent a letter to father and the prince-bishop
Give me bit to have a shower and a snack and I'll get back to you on a possible second thread.I'm playing with the idea mostly because I feel bad about not running more often for you guys. Not as much as I used to.>>40638699> please tell me Mathilde is maybe/maybe not in that numberOkay. Maybe/maybe not.
>>40638722Its fine. And dont worry. If it gets too hard you can just calling it short.
>>40638722>Okay. Maybe/maybe not.Oh god. What was the name of that chosen one in the Zoroastrim faith ?Thats who Hugo is
>>40638681I'd say 3 or 4.MaggieEtainSabeenMaybe the first girl we had sex with? I forget her name?
>>40638722hey If you wanted stockholmed players you've got them.running more than once a week would be great but hey that's life
>>40638722>because I feel bad about not running more often for you guys. Not as much as I used to.Hey dude, you've got responsibilities and a fiance, so it's understandable. At least you try, and seeing these threads up tends to make my day.
>>40638743>not adding half of Sidon to that listfor shame anon
>>40638760Even before the tourny those girls from Aquataine was very "curious"
By the way, I got really distracted at the start of the thread because of this:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1OvupaRYCM&feature=youtu.beMy childhood hit me like a truck today.
>>40638769FF7 is overrated Still my favourite FF though
>>40638769you Hype HF? or are you a cynical /v/fag?
>>40638769That remakeStill having nostalgia listing to thishttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1bzizsJfOlw
>>40638780Cautiously optimistic.>>40638778True, but nostalgia has a rich flavour.
Hmm. What the chances the Queen gets twins ?
>>40638780It sucks to be cynical anon, but they don't even have the option to fuck this up.
>>40638819To be fair. It is hard to not be a bit cynical about the vidya industry.
>>40638711>>40638708Hmm, I may be missing something but those letters were to knightly orders and local lords and princes.I was thinking more of a message directed to the masses. But I think someone mentioned previously that local lords would not take kindly to us asking for their people to leave their lands to work in ours now that i think about it.
>>40638855>One you spend a great deal of time on in is a letter to Archbishop Albero in Trier, as well as your father in Koblenz. It took you longer than you thought to draft them properly, extending to each an invitation to visit your new holdings. Your father had never been much of a land owner. He might be impressed by your lordship. He wasn't impressed by much.
>>40638855>I was thinking more of a message directed to the masses.that's asking for trouble, besides if there betters go it's likely the small folk will if they are able.
>>40638855Only the pope or a very powerful bishop or patriarch could make such a decree.
Will lord hugh kill us when he find out we fuck his beloved queen?
>>40638872>Will lord hugh kill us if he find out we fuck his beloved queen?Fix'd it for you.
>>40638872only if he finds out Anon!best ask Raymond to be our bro
new thread when?
>>40639007Once HF has taken a bath and had a snack
Jeez pass out for a few and people think ya died. HF you fucking rule mate!
Dam, I'm contemplating sleep, or staying up. I'll try and wait for his next post to see when the next thread will likely be.
>>40639103KEEP WITH IT ANON REMEMBER GOD WILLS IT!
>>40639145Either that or the heavenly thighs of the Queen.
so what do we do if people find out about Almaric?
>>40639217Plead Ye Olde 5th
>>40638769>YFW the assassins got HF
>>40639374>psst nothing personnel
Second thread, you lucky bastards: >>40639375
>>40639388We love you!!!!!!!