Rolled 1, 4, 19 = 24 (3d20)

>>34104261
Rolling for WAR

Rolled 6, 20, 8 = 34 (3d20)

>>34104292
Eh, how about sum Leadership

>>34104261
lets get some KARISUMA

Rolled 20, 8, 15 = 43 (3d20)

>>34104330
Hitler charisma please

>>34104261
Intelligence

Rolled 5, 14, 15 = 34 (3d20)

>>34104330
whoops, did that wrong, oh well, this one's for int

>>34104261
I think you're going to have a harder time getting player buy-in for this. 1134 is not a well known time in history, and lacks the personalization factor that the three kingdoms time period has undergone with all its media. Like I know Cao Cao is a scheming, ruthless bastard with a manboner for Guan Yu. I know jack shit about Lothair II.

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>>34104292
>>34104310
>>34104334
>>34104341
>Mediocre War ability
>Good leadership
>Good Intelligence
>Great Charisma

>>34104364
We're the opposite of TKQ. Amusing.

Alright, your stats as they stand currently are:

Lead: 64
War: 54
Int: 64
Cha: 73

But,now we have background modifiers.

Who did you earn your knighthood from?

> your father, a civil authority in the city of Koblenz (+5 leadership)
> your uncle, a well known tournament knight (+5 war)
> a knight in the service of the bishop of Trier (+5 intelligence)
> a knight known for his courtly ballads (+5 charisma)

>>34104372
> a knight known for his courtly ballads (+5 charisma)

Let's see how a CHA heavy character plays out.

>>34104382
We probably also want LDR since that affects both battles and administration.

>>34104372
+5 Charisma

Never played a quest thread, are you allowed to metagame-strategy with other players in these?

If so, I want to turn against the pope and reinstate paganism

Note: all votes will have a ten minute window.

Enough time for discussion without being overly long or too short.

>>34104396
Right
>>34104372
> your father, a civil authority in the city of Koblenz (+5 leadership)

>>34104372
> your father, a civil authority in the city of Koblenz (+5 leadership)

>>34104402
>If so, I want to turn against the pope and reinstate paganism
That would be as successful as trying to fly by jumping off a cliff and flapping your arms.

However, piety is a status that will change through out the quest depending on what you do. Be too against the grain in your actions and you could be branded a heretic, but Muslims will grow to hate you if you gain a reputation for being overly zealous.

>>34104425
How open are our actions? Could we fuck off to the steppes and try to be ghenghis khan 200 years early?

>>34104440
For the most part you'll be presented with options like: >>34104372
But there will also be the occasional write-in option.

I wouldn't suggest trying to go into Muslim or pagan territory if you want to live.

>>34104461
But how are we supposed to find Prester John!

I kid, of course.

>>34104461
Would knowledge of crusader kings 2 be at all useful in this quest?

>>34104480
Why not just educate yourself on what the crusades are.

>>34104480
Wouldn't hurt!

Okay, we have a tie. Roll off. Roll 1d100.

First role for administrator, second for balladeer.

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>34104502

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>34104502

>>34104512
>>34104505

The dice gods didn't want us to be either, apparently.

>>34104512
Balladeer wins out.

Alright, we know who knighted you, but what did you do to earn your spurs?

> won a squires melee (+5 War)
> uncovered forged patents of nobility (+5 intelligence)
> led a local militia to defeat a gang of bandits (+5 leadership)

No charisma option this time.

>>34104535
> won a squires melee (+5 War)

>>34104535
> led a local militia to defeat a gang of bandits (+5 leadership)

>>34104502
So which stat is necessary to be good at carrying out assassinations?

>>34104535
>> led a local militia to defeat a gang of bandits (+5 leadership)

>>34104561
Depends are you doing the deed yourself or getting someone else to?
War+Int for the first
Cha+Lead for the second

>>34104535
> led a local militia to defeat a gang of bandits (+5 leadership)

>>34104581
In that case
>>34104535
> led a local militia to defeat a gang of bandits (+5 leadership)

cause we all know assassination is the most powerful strategy for 1 county minors.

>>34104561
Highly circumstantial. An assassination would be a plot, which would require multiple challenge rolls of various stats to be successful.

newfag here, how do these quests work?

Is it by popular vote what action is taken?

>>34104617
Yes.

So the initial war we're going to deal with is what, sicily?

>>34104535
ldrship

You earned your knighthood through hunting down and bringing to justice the outlaw Daniel the Jew.

> +5 leadership.

Your stats stand as:

Lead: 69
War: 54
Int: 64
Cha: 78

You are armed thus: Sword, shield (-5 damage when blocking), a spear (+5 damage on horseback), a rouncey (normal horse) and a small crucifix.

You do not travel alone, with you is your little brother, Hugo, who serves as your squire. He is bastard born and only twelve years of age. If you should fall in battle or to illness, Hugo will take up your arms.

You are also accompanied by Franz Judd, a veteran man-at-arms and converted Jew.

You have 12 silver pfennings in your purse.

From which port are you disembarking?

> Sidon
> Tyre
> Acre

>>34104693
> Acre
Let's go with the north port. Closer to the byzantines and better weather.

>>34104713
Aye

>>34104693
KILL THE JEW

>>34104763
/pol/ pls

http://pastebin.com/rZQ8vVBd

Pastebin with character sheet.

>>34104782
What about bows?

>>34104693
> Acre

I won't be able to participate since it's really late my time but will follow archives with interest

>>34104788
A peasant's weapon.

>>34104788
You are a knight, bows are only for hunting.

The spear on horseback, the lance, is your primary weapon.

>>34104802
No armor?

None, go to Mercin then to the Principality of Edessa.
> first crusader state to fall
> most vulnerable of principalities
> kill kebabs
to Edessa

> Acre

Acre! That glorious port, a teeming hive of trade. Overflowing with wealth, the place where the east and west meet and money is born.

The harbour mouth teemed with ships from all across the Mediterranean. Castilian vessels shouldered Genovese, jockeying for the best part of the docks as local pilots guided them safely home. Fortified towers watched out over the sea.

Your nostrils are filled with the scent of salt sea and your ears echo with the high pitched cry of seagulls. You have come from Germany by way of Cyprus and are keen to disembark.

Your half brother Hugo is a shade of green while your bodyguard Franz keeps a close watch on the harbour.

A man bearing the crusader's cross on his shoulder comes to stand beside you at the railing. He has a red eye patch and missing three fingers on his left hand. When he opens his mouth, large gaps in his teeth appear.

"First time in the Holy Land m'lord?" he asked.

You nod. "And what's got you coming so far, so young? Every year it seems more young Franks are coming into Jerusalem, each with their own idea about what this place is. What's it to you sir?"

You are here to:

> make a name for yourself, fame and fortune are your goals
> defend the faithful from the villainous moselman
> adventure is its own reward
> write in

>>34104805
You'll get a chance to buy equipment soon..

>>34104888
> make a name for yourself, fame and fortune are your goals

Gotta build up that prestige.

>>34104888
Kill or convert every last muslim heathen occupying the holy land.

>>34104888
> war

>>34104967
>>34104899
>>34104923

Three way tie.

Roll off, 1d100 for first, second then third choice.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>34104988

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>34104988

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>34104988

>>34104888
>> make a name for yourself, fame and fortune are your goals

>>34105025

Welp too late and didn't see the dice posts.

>>34104993
You look the tattered crusader up and down before looking back to the city of Acre. You reach out, fingers spread.

"Jerusalem, the Holy Land, this is the place where I make my mark. I've earned my spurs, but now I want to earn my title. Land, money, women, war. My name marked down in the chronicles of the age."

He gives you a considered, side long look.

"More 'en one fool has come here looking for that, and ended his days screamin' out his last on a moslem's lance. You be careful you don't overreach, young blood, or the same fate is waiting for you."

He touched his forelock and ambled away, leaving you to your own company.

When the ship is brought into port and your feet are once again on solid foundation, you look the city over. Its a busy place, crowded with all kinds of folk. Wealthy travelers from distant trade cities dressed in the latest fashion bumped past poor pilgrims clutching fetish relics in large dirty peasant hands.

You couldn't tell who was local and who was foreign. As many had the Asiatic look as the Frankish, and some who looked like people of the far north dressed in Persian cloth with heads bound in turbans and veils.

You take a step forward, always reassured that Hugo and Franz are beside you, carrying your kit.

> head for a local tavern
> head to the local court to make your introductions
> head to the trade district to purchase equipment

>>34105089
>> head to the trade district to purchase equipment
I'd go for 2, but we gotta look NICE.

>>34105089
>> head to the local court to make your introductions

>>34105120
2nd

>>34105089
>> head to the trade district to purchase equipment

Deciding your thread bare traveling clothes aren't suited for a Roman beggar, least of all a knight on crusade, you head to the market.

It is a busy hub of activity. Far larger than the markets at home.

You have 12 pfennings to spend.

Equipment list:
> chivalric arming sword, 5 pfenning (+5 war)
> mace, 4 pfennings (ignores armour, +3 damage taken to yourself in combat)
> maille shirt, 5 pfennings (-2 damage)
> good set of clothes, 3 pfennings (+1 charisma)
> illuminated bible, 300 pfenning (+5 intelligence, +5 leadership, increase to piety)
> Avicenna's Canon of Medicine, 150 pfennings (+10 intelligence, protection from disease)
> slave, 35 pfennings
> destrier, 150 pfennings (warhorse, +10 war, double damage on horse back)

>>34105260
> chivalric arming sword, 5 pfenning (+5 war)
> maille shirt, 5 pfennings (-2 damage)
Could we possibly trade our clothes + money for the good set of clothes?

>>34105287
>Could we possibly trade our clothes + money for the good set of clothes?
No, your clothing isn't particularly good. You could trade your old sword however and get a pfenning for change.

>>34105260
If an arming sword is available for purchase but not our sword, what kind of sword do we currently have?

>>34105260
>>34105287

I'll second this. Hopefully we won't be fighting in the frontlines too much with our shit WAR

>>34105303
It is an arming sword too, it just isn't a particularly remarkable one.

Chivalric is thrown on the front as a way of saying it is a good quality weapon. I just didn't want to use 'good' as a description.

>>34105260
>A mace causes you to take more damage than a maille shirt can negate

You might not be able to parry easily with a mace, but why would it cause their swords to hurt MORE?

tier of weaponry for reference.

poor quality
no description
chivalric
kingly
damascus

>>34105260
I already voted but I'm curious about this:

>> slave, 35 pfennings

What kind of slave are we talking about here? Like a porter or a houseslave?

>>34105316
Balance, partly, but parrying is a vitally important method of defense in armed combat of the period.

A video link on the style of documented swordsmanship closest to this period:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ipbin3vhMlI&list=UUnXjzhYu7VgA-R3XVpT2XTQ

A mace is at a very significant disadvantage. It will also make more sense when/if we have a one on one fight.

>>34105348
Whatever you want. It's up to you what tasks you have your slave perform. This being a slave without any major skills though, porter is probably the best you'll need. You can buy trained slaves later, or train your own if you want to invest your time and energy there.

>>34105367
well I meant if you went in barehanded, you'd have more defense than with a mace unless the +5 war from the other sword and the +3 damage taken from the mace are compared to our current weapon, instead of being barehanded.

>>34105385
Interesting. Heading off to sleep now but be sure to post next run date/Twitter at the end of the thread

>>34105260
>> mace, 4 pfennings (ignores armour, +3 damage taken to yourself in combat)
>> maille shirt, 5 pfennings (-2 damage)

You buy a chivalric arming sword. It's beautifully balanced and razor sharp in your hands. You give the trader the pfennings asked and move on buy a maille shirt from an armourer. More pfennings are gone, and your purse is feeling terribly light.

Your eyes spy a fine set of clothing, a good fitting cut in a blue and yellow that would suit you. But your purse is feeling very light.

You trade your old sword, no longer needing it with a better weapon replacing it in the scabbard, and are given the set of clothes and a silver pfenning to match.

> you have three pfennings left in your purse

It wouldn't do to change in public.

> find a good tavern for the night (cost 1 pfenning)
> take your chances at a less reputable place (free..ish)
> seek lodgings with the local hospitaller order (you may be asked to make a donation)

>>34105448
>> seek lodgings with the local hospitaller order (you may be asked to make a donation)

>>34105417
There are severe penalties for fighting barehanded.

By which I mean you'd be struggling not to be insta-killed.

>>34105448
> seek lodgings with the local hospitaller order (you may be asked to make a donation)

Connections

>>34105448
> seek lodgings with the hospitaller order

>>34105448
>> seek lodgings with the local hospitaller order (you may be asked to make a donation)
Better use that high charisma

The Hospitaller temple is surprisingly bare. You had heard stories of the wealthy temple knights, who made money hand over fist catering to pilgrims. having seen the ornate living quarters of the bishop's household back home in Trier, you were surprised to see little ornate about this. It was almost literally a hole in the wall.

An old man in black robes with a white cross on his breast and a sword at his belt sees broken baked elderly pilgrims through the doorway, a comforting hand on their shoulder and a murmured prayer.

When you come to stand before the door he gives a slight bow.

"Welcome sir, all pilgrims are welcome to lodge for a night," you don't miss that his smile isn't quite as warm for you, and that his eyes suspiciously dart over your party, "However with so many poor coming into the city, it is our Christian duty to lodge them first. If you have the means to find a warm welcome else where, I would suggest you do so."

> lie. You have spent every last pfenning getting here and you are as broke as the meanest peasant
> offer a donation of a silver pfenning in exchange for a night's stay
> decide to head else where, the brother-knight is correct

To lie roll 1d100, best of three.

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>34105595
> lie. You have spent every last pfenning getting here and you are as broke as the meanest peasant

We need to save up money to buy slaves and live a life of luxury

>>34105595
>offer a donation of a silver pfenning in exchange for a night's stay

No need to lie

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>34105595
>> lie. You have spent every last pfenning getting here and you are as broke as the meanest peasant

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>34105595
> lie. You have spent every last pfenning getting here and you are as broke as the meanest peasant

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>34105595
> lie. You have spent every last pfenning getting here and you are as broke as the meanest peasant

(do we want to roll low or high?)

>>34105617
>>34105630
>>34105634
We charisma roll now

>>34105637
>(do we want to roll low or high?)
Higher is better.

>>34105643
Gotta put that high charisma to good use. In Three Kingdoms, it's duel everyone, here it's bluff everyone.

You put a hand to your breast. "Sir I might look well off, but in my journey to reach this land I have sacrificed every bit of worldly treasure God has seen fit to give me, just so that I might for a second know a little of the heavenly kingdom. These arms I keep only to defend my fellow travelers from the depredations of the unholy. The road has been hard, and the hour grows late. Grant my friends and I a moments sanctuary in your shade, and you should have my gratitude forever."

The warrior-monk slowly nods. "It is known for some young men to beggar themselves in their journey. Forgive my quick judgement. Please, come in and be welcome."

He ushers you inside.

"Dinner is at six, and bed is at eight. The bells will let you know," the priest said.

"Thank you father," you reply.

Franz touches his forelock and Hugo bows a little.

You are shown into a cramped chamber with four beds. You still can't quite believe your bluff worked.

With hours until dinner time you find yourself with little to do, and search for a task.

> spar with Franz (increase your war and learn how duels work)
> wander the ground and meet with other pilgrims (a random encounter determined by a 1d100 roll
> go to the Hospitaller library and look for a book to read (possible increase to intelligence)

>>34105721
> wander the ground and meet with other pilgrims (a random encounter determined by a 1d100 roll

Roll now? Or later?

>>34105739
Now. I miswrote that too. Average of first three rolls.

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>34105759

Rolling now

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>34105721
>> wander the ground and meet with other pilgrims (a random encounter determined by a 1d100 roll

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>34105721
>> wander the ground and meet with other pilgrims (a random encounter determined by a 1d100 roll

>>34105763
>>34105769
>>34105783

Now why can't we roll like this in the TKQ? Are we going to meet a super genius or super warrior pilgrim to join our retinue?

>>34105798
Because we are leading people here. In TKQ we do the raiding.

You decide to enjoy the fading afternoon out in the grounds.

It's surprisingly spacious behind the high plain walls. A cobblestone court yard with a beautiful little date palm tree growing in the center of it. Children play at games while overseen by their parents, who were grumbling over sore joints and stiff necks.

Under the shade of the palm was a big man in padded armour, lying half sprawled. He had a spear propped against the tree and a strange sickle-like sword at his hip, a bow unstrung across his lap. His skin was black, and hair a cap of tight fuzzy curls. Lazily he ate dates, watching the other pilgrims moving around him.

Was he a Moslem? You had never seen a black skinned man so close before, only spied at a distance in Cyprus and on the dock.

"Good afternoon," you say in your best Latin.

"Good day," he replied in perfect Greek.

"You've come far," you say, taking a seat under the palm.

The black man nods. "Makuria, from beyond Egypt," he turns and spits into the soil at the base of the tree. "You are a warrior?" he asks.

"A knight," you reply.

"Knights, yes, they are great warriors, to take all this from the Muslim. I am something like that also. I kill many Muslims to get here."

> tell him your name and ask him if he'd like to spar
> tell him your name and ask him if he is looking for work
> leave the strange foreigner be and find someone else to talk to

>>34105904
> tell him your name and ask him if he'd like to spar

>>34105904

> tell him your name and ask him if he is looking for work

>>34105904
> tell him your name and ask him if he is looking for work

>>34105904
>> tell him your name and ask him if he'd like to spar

> tell him your name and ask him if he is looking for work

"I'm Sir Wilhelm of Koblenz, and you?"

"Solomon of Dongola."

"Tell me Solomon, are you looking for work?" you ask, stretching out your legs.

Solomon shrugs. "I guess so. These warrior-priests say I must leave soon, that I take up too much space and do nothing with myself. All I know is fighting, with spear, shotel and bow. This is not a rare thing, many fighters come to this place. I find it hard to get employed. It is a buyer's market, and they all want Franks like you. Not Nubians, they have no time for Nubians. Ack. It frustrates me not to fight. A warrior must fight, yes?"

> yes, offer to spar
> yes, offer him employment
> no, there are other paths in life

>>34106041
>> yes, offer to spar
>> yes, offer him employment

>>34106041
Be aware that currently you only have one pfenning if you want to offer him employment.

>>34106041
Both options

>>34106041
I'm gonna request a write-in
> yes, offer to spar, if he's good offer him employment

>>34106041

> yes, offer him employment

"Aye all men of pure faith who stand against the muslim horde should find employment", a strong look, "I myself seek fame and fortune in these lands, I could use an able hand, if you would join my retinue we would make a fearsome trio"

After that introduce Franz and Hugo.

>>34106060
I thought we had 3 left?

>>34106072

No we bought the clothes and gave the shopkeep our old sword, which got us back to 1 pfenning.

>>34106060
Like he said, it's a buyer's market. I'm sure we can haggle his price down.

>>34106071

Are nubians Christians? Maybe leave out the pure faith part. Everything else is fine.

>>34106085

We could also offer him more in the future, our downpayment is just a bit low.

>>34106072
You're right sorry, I forgot you traded your sword for the clothes. For a second I miscalculated as trading the sword to make up the difference.

Because I'm an idiot.

>>34106041
>> yes, offer to spar
Whilst trying to convince him that he will gain money and power if we work together raiding the dirty heretics

>>34106090

Some were if I recall correctly, to the south of Egypt they had a 'Christian' kingdom. I believe the religion might have been a tad different, but they would be willing to see the Franks as men of similar faith.

>>34106101

Great, then we have bit more to entice him with.

>>34106090
>Are nubians Christians?
Yes, but not Catholic. They're Coptic.

Btw OP do you want us to take names, might be easier to keep the posts apart?

>>34106122
Nah, its all good. Keep it anon. I don't care about same fagging either.

>>34106108
>>34106117

Our MC shouldn't particularly care about the distinction since his motivation is fame and wealth, right?

>>34106151

Yes he's not a 'man of faith', though we can certainly strongarm other people because of the whole faith thing.

>>34106151
If anything the more he is self motivated with fame and greed the more he cares about this stuff. Look up how the crusaders treated coptics and other "co christians". Not very pragmatic at all.

"I can't disagree with you on that," you tell him as you stand. You draw your sword and give it a flourish, appreciating the fine balance of the new blade. "Would you like to have an exchange of blows Solomon? I find the only way for warriors to truly connect is through steel."

Solomon nods. "I am of the same mind." He stands and draws his own strange, inward curving blade. The way he twists the blade around in his grip lets you know immediately he is a skilled fighter, much more so than you, who has only been an average swordsman.

You cross to opposite sides of the courtyard and square off.
----

If you guys are familiar with the dueling system in Three Kingdoms Quest this isn't much different.

You have three sword techniques, Strike, stab and bind, and if you have a shield you can block. You've left your shield with your things, neither you nor Solomon have your shields or proper armour.

Strike beats thrust, thrust beats bind, and bind beats strike. Block beats strike and stab, but delivers no damage and some weapons like the mace can still injure you if you block with a shield and binding a blocked shield can deliver reduced damage.
1. Strike
2. Thrust
3. Bind
Rock, paper, scissors. If you hit a strike against a strike or any other double, the one with the better War and roll wins. Clear?

Roll 1d100 and say what you are doing, a thrust, strike or bind.

You have five moves.

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>34106237

1. Strike
2. Strike
3. Thrust
4. Bind
5. Strike

>>34106267
I suck at explaining mechanics.

You can only name one attack each post.

So I'll take that as a strike.

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>34106237
Thrust

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>34106237
Strike

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>34106237
Bind

>>34106267
>>34106307
>>34106333
Alright since we're low on players and no one is looking to samefag out more attacks I'll change it to three passes.

Rolling for Solomon.

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>34106237
Thrust

>>34106387
I have yet to figure out how to roll dice with a trip, good thing too.

Rolled 3, 3, 2, 3, 3 = 14 (5d3)

>>34106401
Shit.

>>34106410
You meet with a furious clash. A cut to Solomon's head is caught by the curve of his blade and turned away, opening you up for a return strike. Rattled but not put off you came back for a thrust that breaks through his defense and sends him dancing back a step. Your thrust turns into an upward cut that, if this were real might have cost Solomon his lower lip. Your confidence gets the better of you when you meet the man in a bind and he easily outmatches your strength, kicking you across the courtyard as your swords disentangle. Solomon is laughing as he closes on you, but before he can strike you, you thrust for his face and he leaves off, raising his sword in a salute.

Only years of practice keep this from becoming a serious fight, for which you are grateful. Solomon has power, speed and experience on you, for all that you had got your licks in, the few blows he had struck you with were bruising, and this was a light spar.

Showing good nature, he grasps you by the forearm and pulls you into a back thumping embrace.

1. Strike < Bind -10 HP to Wilhelm
2 Thrust > Bind -5Hp to Solomon
3.Strike > Thrust -2Hp to Solomon
4. Bind = Bind -10 Hp to Wilhelm - 2 to Solomon
5 Thrust > Bind -3 hp to Solomon

Wilhelm has 80 HP. Solomon has 87 Hp after that exchange. This is superficial damage, no wounds or anything serious past mild bruises.

>>34106520
"I see you weren't speaking lightly, you are a warrior," you say, wiping sweat from your brow. The pilgrims had taken a break from their choirs to watch your bout, and now that it was over move on.

"As are you my friend," Solomon replied.

"I have need of warriors, if I'm to make a name for myself. A man cannot forge his destiny alone. Come fight with me. We'll be a misery that Islam shan't soon forget."

"I need little excuse to fight Muslims," Solomon said, sheathing his shotel, "but battle alone cannot feed me. Money, coin. I'm no mercenary but this is the truth of the world."

"Two pfennings a month," you say.

"Three," he replies, crossing his arms.

> okay (pay the man)
> argue him down to two (roll 1d100, average of three)

>>34106573
+2 to war.

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>34106573
>> argue him down to two (roll 1d100, average of three)

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>34106573
> argue him down to two (roll 1d100, average of three
Also, let's not pay him until we're out of the monestary. Wouldn't do to be found with coin we supposedly don't have.

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>34106573
> argue him down to two (roll 1d100, average of three)

>>34106659
>>34106649
>>34106631
"Two," you state firmly. "We'll talk about three, maybe even four, when we have secure work and start raking in the pfennings. Until then, two is fair."

He grimaces but nods.

"Two is fair," he replies.

> Solomon of Dongola joins your household

The evening bell peels, calling you to dinner. Its rice and olives, with very little meat. A humble meal. The men and women eat separately, a wall of black clad holy knights separating the sexes with their own table. Even the old crones are kept separate from their old grey husbands.

You nod companionably to the elderly knight that had ushered you in. You sit with Franz and Hugo, making introductions to Solomon. Hugo has eyes wide as dish plates for the black man, and remains silent through the meal.

Franz grunts over his rice. "I hear tell of three possible employers," he says, "A merchant is looking for guards to escort a caravan up to Jaffa. It's some distance, but its also close to Jerusalem. A bunch of pilgrims need escorts out to some little shrine in the mountains towards Galilee. And some knight is looking for escorts to see his daughter up to Sidon for a marriage. Any way we go there's probably going to be a fight. Bandits have been plaguing the whole area, as well as bored young nobles who might as well be bandits."

You think each over.

> escort the merchant to Jaffa
> escort the pilgrims to Galilee
> escort the young bride to Sidon

>>34106805

"Best to secure a relation with a local noble, who knows what good may come of it in due time. We shall safeguard the lady's honor"

> escort the young bride to Sidon

>>34106805
>> escort the young bride to Sidon
I'm not really too sure what to pick so I'll just agree with anon.

>>34106805

Also which pays better?

>>34106896
>>34106896
Franz shrugs. "That's down to you sir. Surely you can argue a fair price from any of 'em."

"Jaffa takes us down closer to Egypt, Galilee out towards the Seljuq. They need soldiers out on the frontier. While Sidon keeps us close. Sidon is probably the closest of the lot. Easiest money, safest too."

>>34106953
How is Sidon currently doing? Good? Infested with bandits? Any rumors floating around about it?

>>34106869
also maybe we can score a bit of poosay on the way

>>34106977
"Shit sir, what am I, one of the Watchers?" Franz grumbles, "Lord Gerard rules Sidon, and he has a reputation as a wild man, a bit of a pirate they say. Apparently he's been feuding with some of his vassals over territory, hence why this old knight needs escorts for his daughter."

>>34106987

>post marriage, Wilhelm is making his way back to Acre.

>SHE'S NO MAIDENHEAD. WHERE IS HER MAIDENHEAD. YOU PROMISED ME A VIRGIN.

>BIG.
>FUCKIN.
>HEROES.

>>34107040

"Perhaps we might capatalize on this, if we play our cards right we might be holding a small fief for Lord Gerard. Of which country is he?"

Ps,

What's our house heraldry?

> To Sidon

You nod. "We'll escort this Fraulein to her betrothed. Make some money, do a good deed. What's more Christian than that? And have some adventure along the way."

Franz gives you a skeptical look but nods.

"I'll take you to the old man in the morning," he said.

You finished your meals and returned to your room. As a new addition to your household, Solomon took up the fourth bunk in the small chamber.

You settle in to sleep, but are awoken by Hugo sobbing softly.

He's lying with his back to you. You sit up.

"What's wrong?" you ask.

"I miss home," he said, "I don't like it here."

> grow up, we are here to make a new home
> it's okay to miss home, I do too
> write in

>>34107152
>write in
>What do you miss about home, brother? What's not to like here?

>>34107152

"Little Brother, home you would have been cast from our home in time. You would never have inherited our Father's claim, nor I for that matter", a soft sigh, "Here in this land, our hearts", touch his chest, "Our minds", touch his head, "And our courage are what will make us strong"

"We are sons of Christ now, Crusaders, in name if not in action yet", lean in, "Some day, you will see this. That in this land, we are not our old family names but rather what we make for ourselves", smile softly at him, "Now sleep little Brother and dream fondly of home, keep it an anchor in your mind but don't forget what we came to the Holy Land for", a bright eyed look, "To forge ourselves a new destiny"

>>34107189
This, if anything point out whatever we carve out of this place can't be worse than our old digs.

>>34107106
>What's our house heraldry?
Heraldry wasn't common for non-high nobility (as in land owning families, which you are not) until much later in this century. You are of a house of urban, landless knights, who would traditionally wear their master's heraldry and device.

So you don't really have any yet.

Also, German nobles didn't really go in for mottos until about the 17th century too, so no house words either.

>>34107269

Ah.. bugger.. so I messed up in my write-in.

Well cut out the whole father's claim bit, but keep the rest in.

What's the chance of us actually currying favor with Lord Gerard btw?

>>34107303
>What's the chance of us actually currying favor with Lord Gerard btw?
Depends what you do, I suppose. Ask that question if you meet him and learn more about him.

>>34107189
>>34107233
"Why?" you ask, sitting beside him, "What was home but a dinky little castle town on the Rhine? This place, all of this, is so much better. These cities are ancient, from the days of Rome, and the enemies we face are heathens worth fighting. And there is money here, opportunity. What's not to like here?"

"The food is strange, the people look and talk funny, things even smell different," Hugo wipes at his tears, "I miss the Rhine, I miss the forests. I miss waking up early, seeing the fog roll off the river and over the town. Everything is so hot and dry out here. I hate it. And I miss our father, our sisters. I just want to go home."

"Home, aye home. Sleep little brother, dream of home," you ruff the boy's hair and settle him back into bed.

You wake early.

Franz and Hugo have readied your gear, your horse is saddled, your new armour is ready to put on. Your boots are polished. With Hugo's help you get into your maille, and you slip up into the saddle. After days on a boat its good to be back on a horse. Hugo passes you up your spear, and helps you strap your shield. You look as if you are going off to war.

You leave the Hospitaller stable furnished for combat. Only a few people stop and stare. Other, more heavily armoured knights trot by. You are still a small fish in this big pond.

Solomon comes to meet you on his own horse. He has spear in one hand, shield in the other. At his saddle is an encased bow. You salute one another and fall in behind Hugo and Franz.

Franz leds you to the outskirts of the city, to a small town house. An old grey beard is there, leaning on a splint of wood, missing from the knee his left leg. He had long, bristling moustaches and a foggy look about him.

He stood beside a covered palanquin shouldered by slaves.

"Your those mercenaries aye?" he asked, red rimmed eyes dim, "You'll be escorting my Jehanne up to Sidon. And making sure she gets there safe."

"That's us, Sir Wilhelm at your service," you reply.

"I will pay ten pfennings, and have arranged for her betrothed to pay another ten when you reach Sidon."

> fair pay
> make that twelve pfennings (roll 1d100, average of three)

>>34107495
>> make that twelve pfennings (roll 1d100, average of three)

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>34107495
> make that twelve pfennings (roll 1d100, average of three)

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>34107510
>>34107495
Forgot my roll

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>34107495

Pay us more you cheap fuck.

>>34107495

Rolling for more money!

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>34107527

Forgot to roll shit

>>34107524
>>34107512
>>34107522
"Ten is awful low, make it twelve," you argue.

The old knights blows his moustaches. "Feh, you think I'm made of money? Eleven, an extra pfenning. And you are lucky to get it."

It's not as much as you wanted, but its a little more, and he hands it up to you.

Remembering your agreement with Solomon you hand him two. The Nubian clucks his tongue, eyeing the old knight as he slips the coins into a pouch around his neck.

"Now you my Jehanne is a good girl, no funny business," the knight warned, "Her maid is with her, as is her cousin. Alain is a skilled fighter, you risk any business with her and you answer to him."

Alain came riding up then, a blond young man with a thin blond mustache and a spear. His horse was more a nag and his armour a thread bare padded jack. He gave you a look of such smug superiority it made your teeth reflexively clench.

"It's three days to Tyre, and three days more onto Sidon," the old knight said, "I ask you, I beg you, keep my girl safe." His gruff attitude slipped a little. "She's all I have."

> I'll do what I can, you have my word
> it's just money to me, and your money is good so far
> write in

>>34107649
>Write in

I guarantee her safety.

>>34107649

"We will keep your daughter safe", turn towards Alain, "You know the lay of the land I trust Alain, we will take the route you think best", turn towards the old knight, "How will your daughter accompany us, by way of horse or some other means?'

>>34107697
>>34107678
"We guarantee her safety sir, my word as a German," you say, brandishing your spear, "And Alain will be the pathfinder of our group. He knows this land better than us. All I need to know now is where your daughter is, and how she will be accompanying us."

The old man blew on his moustache. "There, that palanquin."

A woman popped her head out from behind a beaded curtain. She was a dark haired, freckled young woman.

"Master Jacques, are we to be away? Lady Jehanne grows tired."

"Soon Noemi, soon," the old knight says. "That is her personal maid Noemi, she will care for my daughter on the trip. You can keep your eyes on the road."

"Then let's get on this road," Solomon scowls, stamping his horse.

"Alain, care to lead the way?" you ask.

Alain gives a cat-like smile and spurs his horse out the gate. You can't help but think it was meant as a challenge. The slaves heft up the palanquin and start to follow him.

On foot also are Hugo and Franz.

Franz is armed with a bow. He was a huntsman back before his time in service, while Hugo has a spear.

> keep a steady pace, we're in no hurry
> catch up to Alain, he'll regret trying to show you up

>>34107821

> keep a steady pace, we're in no hurry

Take our time, no need to tire out the slaves, nor Franz and Hugo.

>>34107821
> keep a steady pace, we're in no hurry

>>34107821
> keep a steady pace, we're in no hurry
No point rushing

>>34107851
>>34107918
You decide not to rise to his bait and keep a steady pace. You ride on one side of the palanquin, while Solomon rides on the other. Franz is at the back and Hugo the front.

You walk and keep a watchful eye on the surrounding landscape.

It was a hard, dry land, of scrubby brush and little green pasture land, but there was life. Farmers eyed you from a distance, leading cattle or working their fields. Not much different from home, save these people were browner from the relentless beating sun. It was meant to be early spring, but it felt more like mid-summer back home. Sweat was running down your face and into your collar.

Up ahead is Alain, rearing his horse and twirling his spear like a jester on horse back.

"A bit hot for you, Frank?" Alain asked, "Aye, it will get hotter yet."

You ride at an even pace all through the day, resting for an hour when the sun was its highest, watering yourselves and the horses. Then you continued on until the sun began to set.

Alain led you off the road and onto a cleared scrub area, by a twisted old tree.

"As safe a place as any," he said.

The palanquin is settled down. The slaves eat and fall into sleep quickly.

Then you catch your first glimpse of Jehanne when her maid comes out to fetch her some food.

She's small for sixteen, with long red hair tied back in a french style braid. She has light freckles and pale, milky skin. her eyes are large and blue, and they catch ours for a second before the curtain falls back down.

Solomon pokes you and points to the maid getting food. She's a dark haired, olive skinned woman. She must have had a touch of the local people in her line. her dark hair she kept short, but it curled about her ears and neck, and her eyes were like cats eyes, dark and smokey.

"Which do you call brother?" he asked with a jolly chuckle.

> Noemi, the maid
> Jehanne, the bride
> Neither, we're professionals

>>34108068

"Neither at the moment", while both women are not unattractive it would no do well to invest in such things at the moment. "If it's companionship you require, I'm sure the next town will have a few street walkers to buy with earned coin", give him a wry smile.

"Alain, join us if you would, I'd learn more of this land. Break bread with us"

>>34108068
>> Noemi, the maid
If only she can get some food for us. Right now, i'm thinking with my stomach.

>>34108106
>Being gay
>>34108068
> Noemi, the maid

>>34108139

I doubt it'd look well to be porking her maid, though food I agree with.

>>34108106
This.

Alright, roll off. 1d100. first is for the maid, second is for neither.

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>34108202

Maid

>>34108207
psst. Nothin personal, kid.

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>34108202

Neither

>>34108207

Moot roll this most like

>>34108227
Nothing personnel, kid.

With a sly grin you point to the maid and Solomon nods approving.

"I guess that leaves me the harder task, eh?" he chuckles, looking over at the palanquin, "but that will be a hard nut to crack while the shepherd is watching." He waved to Alain. "Happy hunting brother."

As Hugo tends to your horse and sets up the bedding for the night you find Noemi cooking a slice of pork over a small camp fire. It's crackling delightfully.

"Couldn't I get a taste of that?" you ask.

"Of course, sir," she replies, cutting you off some, "but careful, it is hot."

You pluck it off the end of her knife and wolf it down. You were hungry, and it went down a treat.

The night was surprisingly cold after such a hot day. You saw Noemi shiver, and pull up a shawl around her shoulders.

> So how long have you served Sir Jacques' family?
> you know, I can help you keep warm (offer her your arm)
> how much? (offer a pfenning)

>>34108297

Best to get more information, but also to be friendly to the maid.

So 1 & 2

Also say thanks for the food.

> So how long have you served Sir Jacques' family?
> you know, I can help you keep warm (offer her your arm)

>>34108297
> how much? (offer a pfenning)
We /v/ now

>>34108318
This.

>>34108297
>> So how long have you served Sir Jacques' family?
>> you know, I can help you keep warm (offer her your arm)

So glad three kingdoms inspired someone, Historical quests are the shit.

>>34108394
>>34108379
>>34108318
You come to stand beside her. It really wasn't all that cold for you, being used to watching the Rhine freeze over in the cold winter days.

"So how long have you cared for Lady Jehanne and Sir Jacques?" you asked.

Noemi shrugged. "All my life, my father was esquired to Sir Jacques. They are family, she is a sister. I have served them all my life, but it has never felt like service," she tied the shawl over her chest and rubbed her bare arms. "It is meant for me to serve her in this new household in Sidon. This feels like service. I had a man who was courting me, but his people cannot go to Sidon. So now he does not court me any more."

She looks up at you, her cat-like eyes shining in the moonlight.

"I can keep you warm tonight," you say, holding out an arm.

"Yes, yes you can," she replies, stepping into your arm. You hold her close as she shivers against you. Her hands press against your chest.

> hold her a while
> carry her away from the camp and behind the tree

>>34108501
> carry her away from the camp and behind the tree

Disregard chivalry acquire Bardsmenship

>>34108501

Hold her for a while.

I don't think we should try to give her false hope here, also it might look ill should we bed her and a child be born from our union.

>>34108501
A. This ain't no harem quest, damnit.

>>34108567
> carry her away from the camp and behind the tree

>>34108567
how is this Haram?

>>34108501
> carry her away from the camp and behind the tree

> hold her a while

>>34108584
It's the first thread and we're already fucking someone. It'll be a harem quest soon enough like this.

>>34108681
I for one just want to disregard chivalry & Bard it up in Constantinople while removing kebab also

>the joke
>your head

>>34108522
>>34108584
>>34108592
You take her up in your arms and she gives a nervous huff. Using darkness as your cover, you smuggler her away from the camp light and behind the gnarled old tree.

You both work hurriedly, her fingers work your trousers with a speed born of nerves and excitement. You hitch up her skirts. She turns away from you, grabs the tree.

"I do not...I do not want love, you understand?" she said, "This is not love. We are sinners tonight. Do not worry, I am not virgin, I..."

"I understand," you reply, unbuckling yourself completely.

You press against her, press her against the tree, and your large, calloused hands muffle her cries.
-
No one comments on it the next day, but the glow that covers Noemi's face is obvious. She has a smile and a lightness in her step.

Sitting in the saddle you feel good but tired. You got very little sleep last night. Solomon nods approvingly, while Alain stalks about like he has a bug up his bunghole, eyes always on the palanquin.

> ask him what is wrong
> keep your attention on the road

>>34108734

No need to antagonize Alain.

> keep your attention on the road

>>34108734
> ask him what is wrong

give him the biggest shit eating grin ever

>>34108734
> keep your attention on the road

>>34108734
> keep your attention on the road
Gotta do our job

>>34108734
>> ask him what is wrong

>>34108734
> ask him what is wrong'

>>34108734
>> ask him what is wrong

>>34108734

>keep attention on the road

I like the idea of the MC following the letter of the agreement but isn't afraid of getting what he wants either.

>deliver my daughter to her husband safely
>sure thing.
>fuck all the maids on the way, leave daughter alone.

>>34108831
>>34108802
>>34108760
Though you note his distress you keep your attention on the road, and its a good thing you did.

A small maned lion slithered out from brush. It's heavy head panting. It leapt with claws out stretched straight towards Alain's horse.

> spur on! spur on! (roll 1d100, average of three)
> protect the palanquin, you have a job to do

>>34108888
>> protect the palanquin, you have a job to do

>>34108886
Our word is as good as gods then I guess.

>>34108888
> spur on! spur on! (roll 1d100, average of three)

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>34108888

Nice quints

Hmm, charge the lion together with Solomon have Franz and Hans guard the palanquin.

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>34108888
>> spur on! spur on! (roll 1d100, average of three)

>>34108888
> protect the palanquin, you have a job to do
We have to protect the briefca.... the palanquin

>>34108954
If only we were of slavic Rus or Francia.....

>>34108912
>>34108916
>Time spent in the Holy lands: less than a week
>Scars acquired: plenty

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>34108995
DEUS VULT

>>34109009
>>34108995
>Skin the lion
>wear it's pelt
>Beat Richard the lionheart to the punch

DEUS VAULT!

>>34109039
DEUS EX

SICUT ENIM VOLUNTAS DEI EST

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>>34109039
We are doing this

You do not hesitate. You bring your spear to a couch and ride forward, spurring your horse into action. But the throat is gone from Alain's horse and it's dying screams rattle your teeth as it collapses on top of the young man. Your spear tip does not strike home, but scours the mane of the lion. It swats at you, its roar startling your horse back. It slams a paw against Alain's head as he struggles to pull himself from under the beast.

You lunge again with your spear tip, this time goring the lion through the eye. It lets out a deep throated bellow before collapsing dead atop the dead horse.

All that's left is Alain's awful moaning, soon joined by Neomi's and Jehanne's screams of horror.

You dismount and pull Alain free. The claws of the lion have near shredded his face.

"What can we do?" Hugo asked, eyes wide and face pale.

> Solomon, take him up and ride like hell or Tyre
> I'll get him to Tyre, the rest of you follow, I'm counting on you to protect Jehanne (roll 1d100, average of three)
> there's nothing for it (end his suffering)

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>34109099
> I'll get him to Tyre, the rest of you follow, I'm counting on you to protect Jehanne (roll 1d100, average of three)

Later we'll find the Lion and kill it

DEUS VAULT!

>>34109099
> Solomon, take him up and ride like hell
Isn't Acre a day away?

>>34109127
Currently its about the same distance either way, while Tyre is your actual destination so its more reasonable to push forward.

>>34109099
Get him to tyre, post haste!

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>34109099
>> I'll get him to Tyre, the rest of you follow, I'm counting on you to protect Jehanne (roll 1d100, average of three)

>>34109099
> Solomon, take him up and ride like hell or Tyre

>>34109121

The Lion's dead already.

>>34109127

Agreed, and I assume a Knight Hospitaller order is present within Tyre as well.

So I vote for:

> Solomon, take him up and ride like hell for Tyre

>>34104360
shut up you, adventures of epic calibre happened all the time, at any time in history, anywhere on earth. as long as we can be there, we can appreciate the awesomeness. that's what op is for.

>>34109099
SOLOMON, RIDE LIKE HELL TO TYRE! They can save him, it's a city. They have hospitals, right? He's an ass, but this is our reputation on the line here. We can't come out of our first job in the holy lands looking like amateurs who can't protect their contractors.

Oh, and be sure to do what >>34109039
said and take that lion with us. Skin him if we can but i'd rather have this done professionally once we're in the city. Knight gotta look gooooood.

>>34108995
>Time spent in the Holy lands: less than a week
>Sins acquired: (Mortal) Fornication, False Oaths to Holy Men, (Venal) Avarice

>>34109217

All shall be forgiven by spilling the blood of Muslims.

deus VULT!

>>34109099
>> there's nothing for it (end his suffering)
He will only die on the journey and it time make our self a bitch cloak

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>>34109217
Nothing a little Kebab blood wont fix

>>34109175
The QM asked players to stay anon.

>>34109217
Wait are we not doing this to gain status and money but doing this for our god?

>>34109262
Both

"Solomon, you've the better horse," you shoulder the man against Solomon's horse. He takes the man up in one grip and lays him across the saddle. "Ride for Tyre, don't stop!"

"Aye brother!" Solomon spurred his horse forward with a crack of the reins and a fierce bellow. His horse kicked up a mighty dust trail as it disappeared down the road.

"Hugo, get Alain's saddle and travel bags. Franz, skin that lion, I want its pelt."

The former huntsman sighs and draws out his skinning knife. "Your will be done m'lord."

Jehanne stands pale as a spirit on the edge of the palanquin, staring after Solomon's rapdly disappearing form. Her chest was heaving, she looked as if she might faint.

> my lady, ride with me the rest of the way
> please my lady, you must stay in the palanquin
> write in

>>34109293
>> my lady, ride with me the rest of the way

>>34109257
I had thought he meant simply that he didn't mind anonymity, but VERY WELL! I shall go incognito

>>34109262
Look, let's be honest. We're 17, we're sexy, and what happens in the holy lands stays in the holy lands. We're not living the life of a priest here, so the next best thing is to kill God's enemies and hope he kinda turns a blind eye on the jewishness and fornication.

>>34109293
>>34109293
she needs to take her mind off of things; things go very awry when women think on things like too much. riding with her will be a pleasant distraction from what just happened

>>34109293
> please my lady, you must stay in the palanquin

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>>34109262
yes we are doing this for our God

namely the thing between a womans legs & thirty pieces of silver.

> my lady, ride with me the rest of the way

>Jehanne stands pale as a spirit on the edge of the palanquin, staring after Solomon's rapdly disappearing form. Her chest was heaving, she looked as if she might faint.
>MFW
COUSINCEST HO!

>>34109310

That's less then ideal, where would she sit upon the horse?

>>34109293

"Be calm my Lady", walk over to her, "Solomon will speed your kin to Tyre, hopefully the Brothers of the Knight Hospitaller may yet aid him", touch her hand if she allows it, "Now please, retire to the palanquin and lets be on our way", continue to travel.

Make sure to secure any weapons, Alain might have left behind.

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>>34109347

>>34109293
>> my lady, ride with me the rest of the way
harem tiem

>>34109365
This, minus the hand touch thing

>>34109395
what are we? Kebab?

>>34109395
guys, seriously. it's our first job out here. let's stay professional 'til we've got a reputation built.

>>34109262

No judgement from me brother, I'm just keeping a sin diary because it amuses me and in case Wilhelm ever feels the need to confess.

Good work OP, nice to see well researched historical /tg/ stuff though what a self-respecting Frank is doing wearing trousers is beyond me.

>>34109438
Don't worry wecan just ninja anal her while she rides with us ;) no one will ever know.

>>34109293
> please my lady, you must stay in the palanquin

>>34109293
>> my lady, ride with me the rest of the way

>>34109293
>Please my lady rest in the palanquin this heat will do you no favors.

>>34109461
need i remind you that this lady is on her way to marry another, who i presume must be a noble? All these nobles talk to one another, we dont want enemies in their ranks.

Now a roll in the hay with a consenting commoner, no one will protest that.

"My lady, ride with me the rest of the way," you offer her your hand. She takes it, and you pull her up into your lap. She sits in front of you, but side saddle, her legs awkwardly draped across the side of the horse. She really is a tiny thing, nestled against your chest.

Still frightfully pale, she clings to your chest as you ride slowly. Your horse is in a mood from the stink of the lion corpse, but you keep it in hand. The rocking of the horse calms her a little.

Franz and Hugo drag the lion off the dead horse. Franz sets to it with his blades while Hugo takes what he can from the horse.

"Will Alain live?" her voice was very small, her face drawn.

> yes
> maybe
> nah

>>34109513
Also this, dude has a point Nobles get all in a huff when unchaste and naughty things have been done, best to be discrete after all.

>>34109513
It's just anal. Doesn't count that way.

captcha: edgedyvi can

>>34109531
> maybe If god wills it.

>>34109531

"Perhaps milady, the wound looked ill. Put your faith in the Lord, pray for your kin that you may look into his eyes once more"

>>34109531
>>maybe

>>34109531
> yes

>>34109555
This^

>>34109531
Si Deus velit

>>34109531
by my word as your hired professional, if Alain dies, it will be not by the failure of our best efforts, but by the will of God alone.

>put the crime on god
>she can't blame god

>>34109644
>Implying you can't put the blame on god
>wanting the little waif to become a dirty heathen

>>34109656
>wanting the little waif to become a dirty heathen
umm... am i supposed to answer no to this one... or...

>>34109531
"God willing my Lady, God willing"

>>34109678
Its a tough choice that we all have to make ourselves Anon, the best bet to do is just go with what your instincts tell you to go with. Follow your heart~ Follow your dick~

"He is in the hands of God now," you say.

Franz grins as he presents the dripping pelt to Hugo.

"If he is meant to live, he will live. If he is meant to die, he will die. But I trust Solomon to deliver him to the right people, and that Jesus works through those good Christian hands."

"You sound like a priest," she said, "but I know you are not so...Neomi tells me everything. Do you speak of faith in god out of one side of your mouth, and seduce maids with the other? That is devilry, sir."

Her words give you pause and you look down at her. Was she accusing you? Her tone was not angry and there was a cast to her face...

> you could stand a little devilry in your life
> no man is perfect, but I strive to be better
> write in

>>34109760
> no man is perfect, but I strive to be better
Come let us continue to Tyre, and pray that your kin is only lightly wounded

>>34109760
> write in
''My sins are between me & god alone no man can judge me righteously & justly least he cast the first stone, besides I could stand a little devilry''

shoot her a cheeky grin.

>>34109760

"No, I only speak of truth. Put your faith in god Milady", a soft sigh, "I seek only to become a better man. 'Tis part of the reason why I took the cross"

"Please do not think less of me for my ways"

>>34109760
> you could stand a little devilry in your life
And then we had both

>>34109793
this

>>34109760
> no man is perfect, but I strive to be better

>>34109793
This.
Also, goddamn, this quest is actually awesome.

>>34109760
>Man is not perfect, instead God gives us the tools to do better, but there are times when we all suffer from our own little troubles.

>>34109831
I know right? This is freaking fun as hell...
Half tempted to ask the QM if he's using song of swords mechanics for the combat, but the stats are really simplified.

>>34109793
DEUS VAULT!!!

>>34109793
Seconding, goddamn we're a bard to the max

>>34109793
yes. seconding. yes. cut, wrap, print, make it happen.

>>34109760
i get the feeling sticking with god will pay off once we get to actual fighting and our life is on the line, buuuuut. We can skimp on divine intervention as long as we're careful and fight well.

>>34109859
Are we going to shout that all of the quest Cos im down with that

>>34109943
All we need to do is make sure our Lu Bu, Solomon, takes on the people who can actually fight.

"I've never denied being a sinner, and my sins are between me and God alone," you say with some seriousness. But then you look down at her and quirk a grin. "Though I think you could stand a little devilry in your life."

Her pale face flushes red.

"I think I must return to the palanquin," she says breathless, slipping off the horse and rushing to her hiding hole.
Neomi shoots you a glare as she hushes her mistress inside.

"Pelt just needs to be cleaned up a bit," Franz says, draping it over the top of the palanquin. Hugo holds up Alain's saddle bags and saddle.

"Good job," you say.

You continue to travel until night fall. When you make camp, you can see Tyre just on the horizon, as well as the distant shimmer of the ocean.

> cheer up the camp with a song your master taught you
> keep a close watch through out the night, danger lurks with Solomon and Alain both gone

>>34110020
> cheer up the camp with a song your master taught you
> keep a close watch through out the night, danger lurks with Solomon and Alain both gone

>>34110020
> keep a close watch through out the night, danger lurks with Solomon and Alain both gone

>>34110020
> keep a close watch through out the night, danger lurks with Solomon and Alain both gone

Did the maid just fall for us?

>>34109958
aye, i figure our destiny out here is as a commander, rather than a heroic warrior.

>>34110020
Let's stick to our strengths, shall we? A song, to cheer up our ladies and assure them we're going to make it to the city. Franz is as fine a watchman as we'll need out here, anyway.

>>34110020
> cheer up the camp with a song your master taught you
> keep a close watch through out the night, danger lurks with Solomon and Alain both gone
Lets just do both!

>>34110087
>Lets just do both!
Can't do both sorry.

>>34109958
>Not wanting to be crusader lieu bei
>Not wanting a good tier Muslim strategist
>Not wanting to be a ruthless dick but have god tier Pr that paints you as Chivalrous & righteous

>>34110087
Then the Saracens stick a knife in us

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>34110020
>> cheer up the camp with a song your master taught you
Rolling for bard

>>34110109
>Not getting a Russian strategist
>Wanting to be Liu Bei, ever
We're more Cao Cao then Liu Bei as it is.

>>34110020
Keep a watch during the night, maybe we could get one of followers to sing us a tune, doesn't Hugo know any songs of home to regale us with?

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>34110163
step aside, sport. I'll roll for this song. COME ON, HEROIC GERMAN EPIC!

>>34110020
>Venial Sin: Adulation

>>34110166
Lieu bei had god tier Cha though, whereas Cao ciao was Int/Pol/Lead

>>34110206
>>34110163
We are not a spoony bard

We must have a god tier dick though

>>34110232
We don't have a politics stat, so it falls into the CHA.
And Cao Cao had higher than average (70-80) in everything aside from Politics and War, and he had 99 in war.

It's more about how we use it, rather than how much our stats line up with a character anyway.

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>34110206
>COME ON, HEROIC GERMAN EPIC!
You have disgraced mother germany

You keep duty at the fore front of your mind, and decide the best thing you can do is keep a vigil. You are brought a dish by Neomi. She stays with you on watch for a while, but neither of you talk.

The night passes without incident, but once sun rises and you are back in the saddle you are almost falling asleep, unable to keep your eyes focused.

None the less you reach the coastal town of Tyre.

It is not even half the size of Acre, but its still a bustling little place. Goods are being unloaded from ships in the docks while fishermen cast their nets further afield.

You are directed by one of the guards to the main church, which has a hospitaller wing.

You find Solomon out the front, sitting at a long table, buts up and drinking a small beer. He looks as harrowed as you felt.

"My horse might be lamed," he said, "And the chirurgeons, they are not optimistic about Alain."

"He lives still?" Neomi asks with her heart in her throat.

Solomon nods. "For now, though gripped by powerful fever. They won't let anyone see him."

"What should we do?" Hugo asked.

> find lodging, get some food and sleep in a real bed
> pray for our comrade