>>34707163
> send someone to scout it (nominate)
Us and Solomon

>>34707163
>> send someone to scout it (nominate)
Just send Solomon.

Send Franz, he's the huntsman

"Hey, Sol!" you ride up beside the large warrior astride his heavy chested war horse. The man shoots you a grin, lazily turning his spear tip over end in his right hand.

"I need you to scout ahead," you say, gesturing to your own spear.

"Ambush country," Solomon replied, "All of Jerusalem seems to be good for it."

He spurred his horse into a gallop, flying the yards before you.

The rest of your party ride up to find he has flushed the place out.

"Some peasants with more weapons than sense ran that way," he said, pointing off to the rocky yards. You could just make out the form of young men scrabbling over the rocks in fear. Five in all.

You remember the last pair that had tried to ambush you. That the numbers on this road had swelled was bad news.

> let the bandits flee
> chase them down

>>34707549
>> chase them down

>>34707549
Let them go, no place for the horses

>>34707549
>> let the bandits flee
Really not our problem, they'll find someone else to prey upon

>>34707549
>> let the bandits flee

You watch the would-be-bandits disappear into the hard rock formations, content to let them go. The terrain was too rough for easy cavalry strikes, and you were on a bit of a deadline besides.

You motion your horse back into a trot.

The days pass and you come into the city of Tyre. The port town is busy with activity, the jostling bustle of a harbour busy with sailors, merchants and pilgrims. Nothing next to the packed crowds of Sidon or Acre, still it was busier than you had last seen it. A troop of Templars were in evidence, herding a group of pilgrims on foot and horseback, their impressive white tabards with the red crusaders cross over the heart standing out in the filth and the muck of the city.

It's here the Orlando ventures an offer.

"We could take ship down to Jaffa, and shave weeks off our journey," he said, "It's a shorter ride by far from Jaffa to Jerusalem than to go by land all the way."

Solomon visibly queses. "I have no love for ship travel," he said, "An honest horse and a swift pace. It may be slower, but it will be surer. There are Egyptian reavers on the sea besides, or pirates from Sicily and Cyprus."

"As opposed to the bandits and marauders inland," Orlando snipped back, "No path is free from danger altogether, but ship travel is faster. If we really must be in Jerusalem quickly, it is the best option."

> listen to Orlando and arrange a ship
> Take Solomon's word and stay on land

>>34708111
Will we be able to take our horses with us and what are the payment for the sailing trip ?

>>34708111
>> Take Solomon's word and stay on land

>>34708143
You can take your horses, you'd have to negotiate pay.

>>34708111
>>34708188

Could always hear our the captain and see if the price is good first.
> listen to Orlando and arrange a ship

>>34708111
talk to a captain about prices but don't make plans just now

>>34708111
>> Take Solomon's word and stay on land
Ship's are trouble.

>>34708303
But Anon what could possible go bad if we boarded a ship?

>>34708111
> listen to Orlando and arrange a ship
He would know about ships here.

>>34708321
Our horses drown.

"I'll talk to a captain, negotiate price," you say, "But if the asking price is too steep we may have to hoof it."

It's a reasonable enough compromise, and it mollifies some of Solomon's unease.

There is no shortage of ships heading south this time of year, with winter past and the trade seasons starting in earnest. You find one captain, a Cypriot, drinking in a port side house. He's a sober looking man with close cropped beard and dark eyes.

"Yes, we'll be heading down Jaffa way. With cargo and pilgrims both. There's space enough for a dozen or so more," he said, "But be sure to know the passage is not easy. Egyptian bastards come up and cause a havoc if they think they can get away with it. We'll be cutting closer to shore this season, storms are passed and it should be safe, and the bastards don't like getting too close to the coast. But I can't promise anything."

He finished a drink.

"If you're a company of swords, I'll not reject you, but as for price..."

> roll 1d100, best of three

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>34708505
rollan

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>34708505
second rollan

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>34708505

>>34708518
"You have to see, there is a risk as well in taking on board warriors such as yourselves," the captain said, reclining in his chair, "you could take us and our cargo in the night, take my ship and set yourselves up as pirates. I don't know you, so I'll need something as a vouch of trust." He drummed his fingers on the table top.

"I'd say fifteen pfennings," he said, "If only for porting your horses. It'll be a four day trip, less than half of what it would be on land, and we're not stopping in Acre to take on more goods or sell off. That's a fine deal, if I say so myself. You'll not get better."

Fifteen pfennings. Your money was running low after purchasing those horses. Was it really worth it?

> take the offer
> turn him down

>>34708682
We only have 52 left. Might be better to just ride. Ofcourse it is faster with ships and less likely to run into bandits and nay-do wellers.

>>34708682
>> turn him down

>>34708682
>turn him down

>>34708682
>> turn him down
We're landsmen, and if we do get attacked by pirates, we'd get screwed over by the seasickness.

Case in point, our dear brother Hugo was green when we first set foot on the Holy land. Let's leg it lads, because knights ride, not sail.

>>34708874
Will have to agree with that. Lets just hope that there is less bandits on the road

While the offer was not a bad one, and the captain's doubts reasonable, his asking price was outside your range and you politely turn him down. He tips his cap to you and bids you a good day.

You'd be taking the coastal road down to Acre, after that Haita, and beyond that Caesarea. After Caesarea it was Arsur and then finally Jaffa, from which there was good and easy travel to Jerusalem.

Still, the coastal road was not without danger. Bandits and worse, raiders out of the stronghold of Ascalon ranging far afield and causing what havoc they could.

Still, you were on a deadline, and set off that afternoon after collecting supplies for the road.

It was only a day and a part of travel to Acre. In this time you have a chance to socialise with one of your companions.

> nominate a companion to spend time with

>>34708974
>> nominate a companion to spend time with
Time to see what Hugo learned during his few days with Solomon.

Let's face it, we'd be a horrible older brother if we didn't guide Hugo along the path of the BARD KNIGHT.

>>34708974
>Solomon

We better have some kind of plan incase of bandit attack.

>>34709030
>>34709033
We talk to them both!

>>34708974
either Hugo or Solomon

>>34709099
Please stop with the "DO BOTH OPTIONS".

That tends to bite us in the ass in this quest when we decide to have our cake and eat it.

>>34708974
Hug/Solobro

Roll off, 1d100.

First roll is for Hugo

Second is for Solomon

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>34709197

DEUS VULT

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>34709197

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>34709197

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>34709197

>>34709231
well that was our one good roll in this thread

"Sol," you draw your friend to ride with you. Chihirizahd is sleeping in the saddle, curled against your chest.

"Wil," he said.

"How did your little adventure go?" you asked, pointing to the horses.

Solomon pressed his lips together. "Hmm, it was not so wild as that. Some brat tried to steal my horse, but your squire gave him a thrashing. And then that brat's brothers tried to thrash your brother and I had to step in. No real harm done, but some excitement."

"And how is your horse?" you ask.

He grins and rears the horse up. "Fit and healthy, what good care they showed him."

"It's good we've gone on land," he said, "The sea is an unpredictable bitch. Better good, solid earth. The earth is trustworthy and unchanging. And think of what we might find on it. Ah, there are no women in the sea."

He twirls his spear and whistles. "Oh it was good to have a woman again, wet and willing, perhaps when this is done we shall return to that village and I'll have her again."

The day passes and soon enough you are in Acre. Men-at-arms were in stark evidence, and knightly orders both famous and obscure were about. You spot the Leper Knights on their way out, all burnished chivalry with tabards flowing.

And Templars too, though they seemed more stationary.

One in particular is glaring in your direction in a way you don't like. A broad little templar serjeant with a spear over his shoulder, deep in the company of his fellows.

> ignore the little man
> go and confront him, how dare he glare so at a knight?

>>34709423
>> ignore the little man
We've already made an enemy out of the Templar Order, let's not stir the hornet nest anymore.

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>>34709423
> go and confront him, how dare he glare so at a knight?

However let us be diplomatic about it. Lets hear what his problem is.

Also i might have looked forward to this all week

>>34709423
> ignore the little man

a companion of blaise mayhaps? he has shit taste

>>34709423
Bit your thumb at him and dissappear into the market crowd

>>34709466
DEUS VULT

>>34709423
> ignore the little man
Got a job to do.

>>34709423
> ignore the little man

One of our bearing and lineage does not care for the petty actions of some commoners.

You decide to put the little man out of your mind, but as you move through the crowd you notice he and his fellows are following you.

"Oi!" he yells in a high English accent, "Oi! Moor-fucker!" He is clearly yelling at you, and its drawing the attention of the crowd. "Hey you, sodomite, Muslim!" He scoops something off the street and hefts in his hand.

> fuck this guy, go confront him
> lose him in the crowd, you don't want trouble

>>34709600
oh yeah we're going have to do a Lui bei on that who should we claim descent from?

>>34709614
> lose him in the crowd, you don't want trouble

YEP! definitely a friend of Blaise's

>>34709614
> fuck this guy, go confront him
He just mad he doesnt have a qt moor girl to sleep with

>>34709614
> lose him in the crowd, you don't want trouble
Pfft, englishmen. Never as french as they want to be.

>>34709649
>>34709614
> lose him in the crowd, you don't want trouble

Fuck picked the wrong one. We are far above him

You laugh at his claims and continue into the crowd. He lobs the scooped up horse turd (you hope it is horse at least) but it misses you and splatters across a high born lady's bosom. A shocked gasp elicits from the crowd and her knightly companions draw swords forth.

"You dare assault the Lady Domfront?" they begin after the man, who with a panicked yelp ducks back into the company of his fellows and beats a hasty retreat.

Orlando sidles up beside you. "My favourite thing about you sir, is your ability to make friends," he says with some dryness.

With the Templars off your heels, you are in need of lodging for the night.

> look for a tavern to put you up
> seek lodging with the hospitallers
> rough it on the street

>>34709781
>> look for a tavern to put you up
If we can find a good cheap room(s)
if not then we try go to the Hospitallers

>>34709781
>> look for a tavern to put you up

Tempted to lodge with the Hospitaler Order, but we're no longer paupers in this land.

Look for a tavern that is locally understood to be "neutral ground". That is to say, all religions and creed are welcome so long as nobody starts shit.

>>34709781
>> look for a tavern to put you up
Are we playing again?

Also, did Orlando bring anything with him monetarily?

>>34709865
>Also, did Orlando bring anything with him monetarily?
He's a bit short on pfennings currently.

>>34709781
> look for a tavern to put you up

a cheap yet decent tavern if we can't find one the Hospitallers will do.

You seek out accomodation that suits you, but is not so gaudy it would bankrupt you. It's no hard task in a city as large as Acre. A Frank house that has many belligerent drunks downing pots inside, with a rowdy wrestling match far in the back, jeering and cheering drowning out most conversation as two men made every effort to beat the other into submission.

The house is run by a man and a woman, husband and wife, but as the squat frog of a wife explains, her husband was off visiting a shrine to Mary in Galilee and wasn't expected back until Easter. A prayer for their daughter, who was gripped with illness.

"Ah," she says, "But for a rough looking band such as yourselves, no charge if you'll perform some service. It's a rough night tonight."

> offer to perform for the crowd
> offer to manage security for the evening
> write-in

>>34709975
> offer to manage security for the evening
As much as i would love to Bard Knight them i dont think these people would appreciate our harp play...

>>34709975
>> offer to perform for the crowd
>> offer to manage security for the evening

Wilhelm does the performing while Chihirizad does the dancing.

Everyone else on security.

>>34710006
DEUS VULT

>>34710022
THIS!

>>34709975
> offer to manage security for the evening
> write-in
Orlando doesn't seem the type, so maybe he should network.

Send Chirihizad to our room.

You negotiate an arrangement. You and your slave would enrertain the crowd, while your men provided security. Already Solomon was hauling out on rabid drunk and depositing him out the door.

The lady struck the palm of your hand.

"With five pfennings and a free drink each in the bargain," she said with an apple cheeked grin.

You set up your harp and inform Chihirizahd of your plan.

"Shall I dance?" she asked, cocking her hips.

The alone was drawing some attention. You nod.

"Then you best play something I can dance to," she said, kissing your cheek.

Solomon and Welf worked together to separate two struggling men, while Hugo just took a seat far from the action and enjoyed his free ale. Orlando looked a little dumb founded, but settled soon enough to watch you perform by the bar.

You strike a clear cord that cuts the room like a knife through ribbon.

> roll 1d100, best of three

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>34710215

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>34710215
Dont fail us bard knight!

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>34710215
DEUS VAULT!

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>34710215
rolling

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>34710215
These captchas are murdering me.

And they want us to play a Celtic song.

>>34710247
Noooo soo close

>>34710247
Goddamn, that's two 99s tonight.

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You play a song from Brittany, an old Gaelic tune with some lively spirit. It takes Chihirizahd only a moment to find the rhythm and adjust her dancing to the unfamiliar tune, and when she settles in she starts to move.

The men were silent at first at the sight of her gyrations and moving hands, the way she carressed herself as she moved. But the silence soon gave over to cheerful shouts. They hollered at her and threw coins at the stage in delight.

One man tried to pinch at her thigh and she playfully slapped his hand aside, giving the man a wink as she did so. He fell back with a full grin, face and crotch both bursting with delight.

A whistle went up. More men tried to have a pinch of her thighs and buttocks and as she slapped them away she shot you a concerned look.

Soon Welf and Solomon formed a barrier between her and the crowd, their glares enough to stop any more foolishness. Things might have turned nasty, but they staid to listen after Chihirizahd retired for the night. A lost sobbing ballad about the martyrdom of a saint that put them men in their cups.

When you were done for the night Hugo came, having collected all the thrown coins.

"Twenty pfennings, and a fist of useless clipped stuff," he said, passing you the good coin.

You ruffle his head. A good lad.

When you find your room you find Chihirizahd asleep, still covered in the sweat of her dancing.

> rouse her for some 'fun'
> go to sleep and leave her to rest

>>34710524
> go to sleep and leave her to rest

girl deserves a night of rest for her work

>>34710524
>> go to sleep and leave her to rest
Let the poor girl sleep. Must be exhausted

>>34710524
> go to sleep and leave her to rest
Rouse her, clean her, thank her and get to sleep.

>>34710524
>> go to sleep and leave her to rest
She did well. Let her rest, no sense in letting our penis ruin our mojo again.

You strip off for the night, and leave Chihirizahd to sleep. You pull her a little into your arms, and are soon asleep as well.

When morning comes she is dressed and waiting by your bedside. She helps you into your clothes.

"I am sorry for falling asleep master," she said, "It was wrong to sleep before you. I shall do better next time. You do not have to punish me, I will do better."

She helps you buckle your sword about your hips, and when you leave she is a step behind you, head bowed in embarrassment.

Your men are waiting, and with them an older man bearing the crusader's cross, missing an eye and three fingers on one hand. He has a letter in his mangled hand.

"Aye, 'tis the young Frank," he says it as though you had met before.

He offers you the letter.

"From a fellow of shared acquaintance," he said. Did he blink or wink?

> take the letter and get ready to head out
> take the letter but make plans in the city before departing (write in)

>>34710769
>> take the letter and get ready to head out
Dont think there is anything with need. Is there ?

>>34710769
> take the letter but make plans in the city before departing (write in)
Trawl the market buy stuff gather info

>>34710769
>take the letter and head out

We can fool around after we get the job done

>>34710769
>> take the letter but make plans in the city before departing (write in)
*grumble under breath* But I'm a Deutschlander, not some filthy Frank.

Find a secluded corner and read the letter before going into town to grab some more supplies.

>>34710814
>>34710769
> take the letter but make plans in the city before departing (write in)
Lets get some info on the road. Some of the roads got to be less bandit infested than others. Or see if we can get with a travling group or a caravan

>>34710769
> take the letter and get ready to head out

BLAISE!!!!!!!

You decide there is no harm in a little planning before heading off.

You thank the man for delivering the letter. He grins and ambles off with a friendly wave.

Your men are preparing to leave quickly, but you told them to hold off for now. The letter has a wax seal with a strange signet impression you weren't familiar with. It was intended for Queen Melisende, but still you were curious about its contents.

> read the letter
> go to the markets
> look for some last bit of fun before heading off (roll 1d100, average of three)

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>34710994
> look for some last bit of fun before heading off (roll 1d100, average of three)
Why not ay

>>34710994
>> look for some last bit of fun before heading off (roll 1d100, average of three)

>>34710994
If we must
>look for some last bit of fun before heading off

We got no money and we're a professional we shouldn't be snooping around people's stuff

>>34710994
Now we have two letters for the queen and one for the king?

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>34710994
forgot my dice

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>34710994

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>34710994
>> look for some last bit of fun before heading off (roll 1d100, average of three)

>>34711059
>Now we have two letters for the queen and one for the king?
Nah, this was us picking up the letter to give to the queen. We have one for each.

>>34711247
Ah okay.

You decide its best to enjoy the bustling city one last time before stepping off into the wilder parts of the holy land.

There's much to remark on in the streets of Acre. Performers and men in hoods stomping by whipping themselves, the beggars and beggar children pleading for alms in the gutters, the animals being shown off by their owners. Bright birds of far flung origin, little clever monkeys climbing over their owners, proud birds of prey at the wrist. Dogs growling as they stood guard over stalls.

A caged bear went off towards the pits, and a caged leopard as well. Few large beasts like that were common. They'd be set against one another in the baiting pits, with bets placed or set against dogs just for plain amusement.

You note a hospitaller exiting a poor looking quarter, a cloth pressed to his face. He has a kit of surgical instruments.

"Bath more, and clean the shit out of your gutters," he instructed a common woman before him, "cleanliness is the best preventative for disease, followed by prayer. Go to the shrine of St Mark and pray five times, but only after you've cleared the shit out and bathed regularly for a week."

"Bless you sir!" the woman called after him.

"Bloody ignoramuses," you heard him mutter as he stalked past.

> inquire about safe roads to travel (roll 1d100 average of three)
> look to procure a last interesting keep sake of the city (roll 1d100, average of three)

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>34711268
>> inquire about safe roads to travel (roll 1d100 average of three)

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>34711268
>> inquire about safe roads to travel (roll 1d100 average of three)

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>34711268
> inquire about safe roads to travel (roll 1d100 average of three)

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>34711268
>> look to procure a last interesting keep sake of the city (roll 1d100, average of three)

Willhelm of Koblenz hoarder of artifacts

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>34711268
> inquire about safe roads to travel (roll 1d100 average of three)

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>34711294
>>34711309
...or not.

>>34711329
>>34711326
>>34711324
>>34711309
>>34711294
Seems like we spent all our barding last night

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>>34711309
>>34711324

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>>34711294
>>34711309
>>34711326
>>34711342
>>34711329

>>34711294
>>34711309
>>34711326
>>34711342
>>34711324

If this was a Dark Heresy game, we'd be set.

Unfortunately, the Dice Gods giveth as they taketh. And fucketh us in the bum with no lube.

Damn you, BARD KNIGHT penis.

>>34711422
This probably happened cause we didnt bed Chiri!

You ask around and get some instructions. A pretty young local girl lays out a route for you that is commonly traveled and avoids most disasters, skirting around Haifa and taking a route further inland.

"It is faster too," she said.

You thank her for her time and head out as one.

The road was long and empty for the most part, and as you go along the path the girl had laid out for you, you find it emptying more still. It takes a turn away from the pasture lands and into a high rock formation.

After a couple of days travel your surroundings start to change, the ground grows hard and dry.

You see at a distance three other travelers on the road. A man-at-arms, a nun, and a young woman on a mule.

The man-at-arms has spear in hand, the nun a stout club she was using as a walking stick. They had taken small notice of your party.

Solomon was eyeing the high rocks around you.

"I do not like this place," he said. "Something stirs in the rocks."

> send out a scout (nominate)

>>34711530
>> send out a scout (nominate)
Hugo. He got the fastest horse he can flee before anything happens

>>34711476
The Dick demands sacrifice.

>>34711530
Welf. He's skilled, but the most expendable, keep Sol close.

>>34711530
Let's go ourselves, but bring Hugo and leave Chi with Franz

>>34711583
>>34711563
Neither we, nor Hugo are particularly skilled fighters.

>>34711530
Welf

"Hugo," you draw your little brother close, "I have a mission for you, possibly dangerous."

"Yes, sir?" he asked. You point to the rocks and he nods, setting off with his quick little horse.

Franz starts a little after the boy. "Is that wise sir?" he asked with a little disaproval in his voice.

"My brother must one day earn his spurs," you say, "Let's start him on that path and not coddle him."

The rest of your band catch up to the pilgrims. The man-at-arms is an aging man in his late forties. The nun a blond woman approaching thirty, a few strands of hair falling out from under her habit. The girl on the mule was likewise blond, and had it long and tied into a pleated tail. She must have been thirteen or fourteen.

"Good morrow!" she said brightly, a wooden crucifix bouncing against her chest as she plodded along on her donkey. She had very wide, trusting blue eyes.

You nod in reply. "Good morrow," you say.

The man-at-arms eyes you suspiciously.

A shout is let up and you see Hugo come crashing down the rocky hillside. Javelins speed past him very suddenly.

"Bandits!" he called, "Bandits!"

Holy hell.

> form a defensive position (leadership, roll1d100 average of three)
> muster a counter attack (war, roll 1d100 average of three)

>>34711790
oh shit

>Welf goes up there
>No one notices him
>they come down to attack us
>SUPRISEWELF.Gif

>>34711832
>> muster a counter attack (war, roll 1d100 average of three)
Drop Chiri first however no matter what we pick

>>34711832
> form a defensive position (leadership, roll1d100 average of three)
FORM UP! FORM UP!

>>34711790
Two seconds too late, sorry.

I'll slow down the count to a tight ten minutes now.

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>34711832
>> form a defensive position (leadership, roll1d100 average of three)
Could be a trap of some sort. Form up.

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>34711832
> form a defensive position (leadership, roll1d100 average of three)

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>34711832
>> form a defensive position (leadership, roll1d100 average of three)

bloody hell

>>34711901
>>34711903
phew good rolls. But we should really drop Chiri and get her behind us so she doesnt get a javalin in the face

>>34711904
>>34711903
>>34711901
Average of 70. I can dig it.

>>34711904
But I don't dig you anon. Not at all.

>>34711928
o-okay

horse is ded ;_;

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>34711832
Solomon, Welf turn to face and prepare to charge. Franz, take Chiz and watch our rear.
Then we ride to save our brother

>>34711832
>> form a defensive position (leadership, roll1d100 average of three)

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>34711832
COUNTERATTACK!

>>34711961
>watch our rear
Probably important. Not sure if the travelers we are right next to are in on this or not.

You form your men up in a mounted shield wall, if such a thing can be concieved, and a well flung dart bounced harmlessly off your shield. Hugo was struggling to escape his attackers. A dart found itself jutting from the flank of his horse and it gave off a terrifying scream.

The nun and footman took either side of the girl, readying club and spear respectively, staying close to your protective wall.

A javelin near hits Hugo, and your heart leaps. Dirty men on foot are running fast and catching up, snatching at Hugo with spears.

> hold the formation
> send someone to help Hugo (nominate)

>>34712177
>> send someone to help Hugo (nominate)

Solomon!

>>34712177
> send someone to help Hugo (nominate)
Us and Solomon

>>34712177
>> send someone to help Hugo (nominate)

us & Solobro

>>34712177
SOLOMON!

>>34712177
>A dart found itself jutting from the flank of his horse and it gave off a terrifying scream.

Goddamn it, that's good pfennings down the drain. Those bandits aren't going to have clean deaths.

>>34712177
Send everyone.

Unformed foot vs formed horse in the open. Easy win.

>>34712229
What about the traveler?

>>34712229

I thought they were behind rocky hillsides. Difficult terrain for cavalry to fight.

>A shout is let up and you see Hugo come crashing down the rocky hillside. Javelins speed past him very suddenly.

>>34712265
He's coming down the hill, at a running mans pace, and has been for a while.

He'll be on flat ground soon.

>>34712177
Solo Bro and Us head out bash some heads in for our brother!

>>34712299
He is on a horse, and men on foot are faster than him because of the terrain. Lets have solobro help him, and charge the bandits when they hit the open ground.

>>34712299

But the bandits are still on the hillsides I think. Perhaps we can charge once our brother is safe and the bandits have fully exposed themselves on open terrain.

>>34712177
I guess solomon get the spot again
Wish Welf get some actions too

>>34712377

I would have voted Welf if it wasn't such an urgent situation. Might as well send our best fighter in such a situation.

"Solomon!" you call, unable to keep the fear from your voice. You see a spear point catch on Hugo's gambeson. Solomon bolts forward with spear and sword held high, a Nubian battle cry loosed.

He covers the ground quick and is among the spearmen, killing with each blow, giving Hugo enough time to bolt to your line. He comes behind your wall of horse flesh, panting and pale, a stain of blood forming on his right shoulder where the layers of his gambeson had been cut.

His horse whimpers in pain, the dart stuck strong. It might not kill the horse, but it would slow it.

Solomon is back in your line as more bandits appear on the ridge. A storm of them, maybe a hundred in all.They throw rocks and darts, some javelins, but they do little against your shield and armour, even the tough skin of your horses resist the blows.

When they come for a made charge at your line, you all form up and push them back, spear points goring death blows on unprotected skin.

A champion in their number comes down on horseback, armoured and armed better than his companions. He points and utters what you take to be a challenge in his barbarian tongue.

> nominate an opponent for the champion

>>34712432
> nominate an opponent for the champion
Welf. Lets see the big man in action

>>34712432
Sorry, goofed
> press the attack (1d100, average of three)

>>34712432
>> nominate an opponent for the champion

Welf

>>34712432
>Lets go with Welf, if it doesn't go well we ride in a triangle formation to secure him and dash the morale of these heathens.

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>34712462
LOL TG DICE TIEM

>>34712432
>A champion in their number comes down on horseback, armoured and armed better than his companions

We are totally looting his horse and armor.

>>34712432
Hundreds of them? Our average wasn't that bad...

>>34712488
O_O

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>>34712514
>>34712514

>>34712488
CHAMPION TIME

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>34712514
THE RIDE NEVER ENDS
NEVER

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>>34712502

Kill their champion and they should break. They're just bandits after all.

>>34712547
Please Mr. Bones. Please.

>>34712547
Based anon!

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>34712568
no

>>34712547
So that's 3 useless 99s so far this thread.

It's just going to be one of those days, isn't it?

>>34712547
mr bon w u do dis?

>>34712432
>> nominate an opponent for the champion

Welf mah silent nigga

>Inb4 we are painted as a black knight , a Bloodthirsty moore, a silent Terror, a harlot & literally who?

>>34712660
Don't forget Orlando, the perpetual fuck-up.

You jostle Welf at the elbow. "Time to show your mettle," you say. Welf nods, readying his axe.

He dashes out from the line, crying out a wordless challenge.

The champion of the bandits raised his spear into a straight line and spurred his horse into a charge. The bandits cleared to make space for them.

Your heart was in your throat as they bared down on one another, Welf's axe high, the gleaming tip of the spear straight and keen.

> roll 1d100, average of three

>>34712432
> nominate an opponent for the champion
Welf. Let him carve his name in the skull of our enemies!

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>34712683

Welf, please.

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>34712683
Germania Pride!

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>34712683
>> roll 1d100, average of three

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>34712683
Dice Gods, smile upon us.

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>34712683

Please don't rape us, Dice Gods of /tg/.

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>>34712676

>>34712708
>>34712720
Why does this keep happening ?

>>34712708
YOU FILTHY FUCKING WHORE.

>>34712720
God-fucking-dammit.

Three 99s and a 98, all coming in after the 3rd roll has been cast.

Kinda wishing the system here was a "roll 4, drop the lowest" type, but meh, them's the apples.

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>>34712708

>>34712708
>>34712720
FUCK YOU BONES!

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>34712683
NEVER
ENDS

>>34712802
Burn the heretic.

Oh well. At least our average was 58 - not terrible.

Welf's axe lashes out, knocking the spear tip far afield and brought his axe back in a reverse swing, clonking the champion hard on the helm. The champion threatened a wobble in the saddle but managed to keep his stirrups. He struck Welf with the rim of his shield, but Welf knocked it aside with his own, and delivered a hard cut to the shoulder that shattered maille rings off in every direction.

The bandit headbutted Welf's mouth, splitting his lip and sending blood gushing down his chin. Welf flung himself from his saddle into the bandit's and tackled him off the horse entirely. They landed in the dirt, a great explosion of dust hiding their desperate grapple. Soon though a loud gurgling cry set out.

You saw Welf kneeling on the man's chest, pinning his spear arm with a knee and working his axe against the man's exposed throat. He near sawed right through it, the man giving panicked screams like a stuck pig as his life burst forth from ripped up tubes.

The screaming seemed to continue even as Welf took the severed head in hand, a last escape of breath from the lungs, wailing out.

The eyes of the head blinked in shock once, twice and then were still forever.

Welf dropped the head, a mad laugh on his lips. The bandits stepped away from the bloody laughing stalk of a man.

> press your advantage and charge
> call out a threat, send them off that way

>>34712962
>Welf dropped the head, a mad laugh on his lips.
Based barbarian is based.

Now lets charge the fuckers.

>>34712962
>> press your advantage and charge

They'll break

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>>34712708
Why you do this man?

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>34712962
>> press your advantage and charge

Based Welf he can be our silent terror

>>34712962
>> press your advantage and charge
It's the only way to ensure that the bandits here would reform their ways. And by reform, I mean we murderize and tenderize 'em so the Devil can fuck 'em for being fuckups in society.

>>34712962
>> press your advantage and charge
Strike fear into their hearts!

>>34712962
> call out a threat, send them off that way
We have 2 injured with an injured horse, they have numerical superiority. I prefer we try to save the horse (That 65 pfennings).

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>>34712962
>Charge

Time to channel Third Brother

>>34712962
>Charge!
Keep Hugo with the rest of the others since his horse can't chage at all wounded as it is.

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>>34712962
> call out a threat, send them off that way
Because we have 2 more knights and Orlando.

"Now! Now! Now!" you call, lowering your spear. Orlando, Solomon, Franz, and even Hugo on his injured little horse, spur forth in a flying v, with you at the tip. Welf is soon back in the saddle and riding with you, swinging axe around and hollering like mad.

The jar in your arm as your spear tip strikes, and then you're already moving past, sliding the tip free in a single motion as a body drops. That's all it is. A bit of shock to the elbow, a slip of the wrist, and on to the next.

They were a flight before your rampage, scurrying back to the security of the rocks, and they were even gone from there as well soon enough, crying out as they threw down spears and ran for their lives, as if the will of haven itself was against them.

The field is cleared. You turn to see Hugo draw his spear from the back of a dead man. He has blood on his face, and though he was pale wore a vicious grin.

"My first," he said, "And five." He wiped sweat from his brow. His first proper battle and five to his name.

As Solomon meant to end a downed bandit, the nun with the club stepped forth.

"You'll not!" she called up at the Nubian, "This man is hurt and no threat. To kill him is murder!"

"Move fool woman," Solomon replied.

She brandished the club. "He is under my care now," she said.

> intervene
> watch to see Solomon sort it out

>>34713216
>> intervene

We are the Bard Knight. We don't need fighting between the groups.

Also time to loot and get medical treatment for our injured companions.

>>34713216
>> intervene
Get out of here lady. Bard Knight the bitch.

>>34713216
> intervene

''Hold Solomon there is no harm in letting her care for a man who will soon be judged by a court of law''

>>34713267
>> intervene
Seconding.

As an anointed Knight in the service of Christ, we are more of an authority here than some nun.

>>34713216
>> watch to see Solomon sort it out
Solomon finish off the man so we can get to treating our wounded

>>34713283
We don't even know the distance to the next town. And I doubt we want to go backwards. Unless they were willing to transport the bandit.

>>34713283
This, then mention as an aside to the nun "If the fool man takes you like the snake did to Eve all the more fool you'll be fore listening to him."

Gotta get our daily dose of Bible thumping!

>>34713216
>> intervene
"Kind woman, though you believe yourself to be a Servant of God, these bandits here are naught but predators who prey upon those who seek to do God's own work here in the Holy Land. It would be foolish for us to let this man live lest he becomes the proverbial dog that bites the master's hand." *draw blade* "Now, please move away unless you would rather end this miscreant's life yourself."

>>34713335
yes! we should also mention that she can not save all the wounded men here no matter how dearly she wishes she could.

>>34713216
Dont forget to loot! Their champion got some nice stuff on him. Hopefully we can also get his horse

>>34713283
Fuck that, they are bandits. Do you plan on dragging them all behind us? The sentence is death.

>>34713283
They are common bandits, just kill off the wounded and treat hugo and welf and the wounded horse

It would be mercy to kill off the wounded.

But hey, if the nun wants to spend all her time treating for the wounded, then that's her problem. We got things to do, corpses to loot.

You come up between them. "Peace! Peace!" you say, "Let there be no fighting 'tween our groups. Solomon, sit back a moment. My lady, take a breath."

Solomon gives you a funny look and the nun lowers her club. The downed bandit is groaning, clutching his stomach.

"It's just that a gentlewoman would want to care for a wounded man, even a heathen," you say, "but this man is a bandit, and would be hanged anyway."

"Then let him be hanged, but not before!" she said, "I'll not leave any man to be murdered in the dirt if there was something I could do about it."

She touched your leg and gave you a sober look. "Please sir, just let me try."

"Fool woman," Solomon grumbled.

> allow the woman to try and care for the bandit
> kill the bandit

>>34713474
>> kill the bandit
IF she wants to treat someone she can treat Hugo

>>34713474
>> allow the woman to try and care for the bandit

Tell Solomon that we should start treating our own and loot the corpses.

Let the fool woman do what she wants to do. We are not her keeper after all.

>>34713474
''Solomon give me a hand''

stand the man up & Slit his throat

''There he did not die in the dirt but standing as god intended''

>>34713474
She can treat Hugo. You know, the guy who got almost killed warning us of these murders approach

>>34713474
>> kill the bandit
Show her some reality.

>>34713533
Oh jeeze I like this one

>>34713474
Do we have any rope? If so hanging.
Or just have him kneel over and do a beheading.

>>34713474
Ask:
Even if he is heavy with sins and these bandits will slaughter you, rape your girl and will show no mercy. Will you still care for him?

If she respond yes, leave her be

>>34713533
Seconding.

>>34713533
this!

we'll give us bonus points if he starts screaming in agony as we stand him up

You guys are some cold motherfuckers

>>34713632
They almost killed Hugo. The bastards deserves it

>>34713474
> allow the woman to try and care for the bandit

>>34713632
they are dead men regardless of if they survive or not.

>>34713632

They are only bandits. I voted to let the woman do whatever she'd like out of apathy, but I don't mind killing the fool.

Human life is cheaper in the Crusades. Particularly if they are dirty bandits.

>>34713632
...nigga, these are bandits. Human life didn't have anywhere near the value it does now.

>>34713474
Kill it. Fuck bandits. Fuck the nun. You don't hold a snake after it tires to bite you. You stomp on it.

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>>34713671
>Fuck the nun

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>>34713632

>>34713533
DO IT FAGGOTS

captcha: approve ogateou

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>>34713671
>Fuck the Nun

b-but anon s-she's p-promised to g-god

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>>34713632

You frown at the woman. Such sentimental creatures some times. You dismount from your horse.

"I understand that you are a woman of od, and see such labours as your Christian duty," you say, "But tell me this. If this man had killed your old friend over there, raped that girl and yourself. If he had left you stripped naked, ravaged, dying in this wilderness. Would you still show him that kindness?"

She gives you a bold gaze. "Yes," she said.

You nod. "Very well. Solomon, a hand." You kneel and help raise the bandit from the other, Solomon takes him by the other arm. A look of surprise that is soon turning into a smile lights the nun's face.

"You're a better Christian than me, sister," you say, before drawing your knife and driving it into the bandit's throat. The nun gives a shocked wail as the bandit bled out with a gargling sound. "He didn't die in the dirt, at least," you say, pulling out your knife, letting him dance a death rattle on your arms before dropping him.

"You monster," she almost looks in tears.

You turn to your men. "Strip the corpses of anything valuable!" then you turn back to the nun and scowl. "If you want to help someone, help my squire and his horse. He risked his life to protect you."

And with that you slam your knife back into its scabbard and stalk off to oversee the looting.

> roll 1d100, best of three

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>34713774

loot! Loot! Loot!

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>34713774
>> roll 1d100, best of three

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>34713774
''I am but a man & for that only god can Judge me''

>>34713827

Hopefully 56's good enough to get a horse at least.

>>34713774
>"You monster," she almost looks in tears.
she mad

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>>34713774
>Wilhelm right now

>>34713774
Dude
Say the one in Pulp Fiction
Something about hurting your brothers

>>34713774
>And with that you slam your knife back into its scabbard and stalk off to oversee the looting.

Blade-autist here, CLEAN THE FUCKING BLADE BEFORE YOU SHEATHE IT. The iron from the blood will corrode and rust the shit out of the blade if you don't clean the damn thing.

>>34713906
Dramatic badass Moment > Reality

Silly anon

>>34713906
Didn't scabbards work to clean the blade by having some kinda material to you know catch the fluids as it slide home for quick cleaning or someting like that?

>>34713894
Ezekiel 25:17."The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."

This one

>>34713774
>She gives you a bold gaze. "Yes," she said.
You're full of shit, lady. But we can put your vows to the test against the Bard Knight's tongue.

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>>34713946
>>34713953
yes YESSSS!!

>>34713953
Then let the bard knight's tongue test her

You strip the dead of all their possessions, leaving them naked in the dirt. The weapons are mostly useless, and they've little armour of value save a good shield and a maille shirt. Orlando manages to captured the champion's horse. Its a very ordinary animal, but any horse has some value.

Of all the dead you gather only a fistful of hard currency, worth fifteen or so pfennings.

Once the corpses are counted you see you've slain near forty. A princely killing for such a small number.

You see that Hugo is pulling off his gambeson. The cut on his shoulder is surprisingly deep, and he is hissing with pain as he draws the quilted armour off. His horse takes the removal of the dart better, and Franz simply has to rub a good salve in the wound with some stitches.

"Hurts like hell," Hugo said.

The three pilgrims inch closer to your group.

The old man at arms steps forward.

"Excuse us m'lord, but I must ask. Would you shelter us the rest of the way to Caesarea?" he asked, helm in hand.

> of course, we are Christian brothers
> only if you and yours will follow my commands
> you are on your own

>>34713997
>> of course, we are Christian brothers

>>34713997
>> of course, we are Christian brothers
No need to be hostile.

The nun will probably say something snarky, and we can put her in her place.
Hatesex later.

>>34713997
> of course, we are Christian brothers
> only if you and yours will follow my commands

Goddamnit. Treat Hugo and once he feels better we got him some mail to use

>>34713943
No.
Where is that fluid going to go?
It's going to sit in the fucking sheath with the blade, contacting it.

>>34713997
>of course, we are Christian brothers
>only if you and yours will follow my commands

>>34713997
>> of course, we are Christian brothers

Are we actually going to Caesarea? I wouldn't go out of my way to help them.

For as long as our paths coincide.

>>34713997
> of course, we are Christian brothers
but
> you and yours will follow my commands

>>34714030
we are heading the same way atleast

>>34713997
>> of course, we are Christian brothers
>> but you and yours will follow my commands

>>34713997
>> of course, we are Christian brothers

>>34713997
>> only if you and yours will follow my commands

>>34714024
Ah well I figured it would be at the top of blade near the handle and you would just need to swap out the cloth inside every so often like a woman does with her linens during that time of the month, but I can see that was my mistake.

Also >>34713997
We are Christian brothers come along then.

>>34714024
obviously we need a circular squeegee around the mouth of our sheathe, so the blood gets wiped away and falls down as you sheath your blade.

Get in touch with the local jews and start manufacturing that shit anon. We will make tons.

>>34713997
>>34714018
Fuck that. We're taking his gambeson, and the maille, and going FULL KATAPHRAKTOI.

>>34714060
Yeah, that just ;eaves it corroding the most important part of the blade-the base.
Bad idea.

>>34714068

What's the point of going FULL KATAPHRAKTOI when we are going to be watching our household battle enemy champions anyway?

Just give that shit to our companions

>>34714088
this guy gets it.

>>34714088
We won't need champions where we're going.
constantinople has more use for bards, more money for an aspiring cavalryman, more women, unlimited wine, and nicer things. And the bitches love westerners

>>34714113
Thats a weird way of saying King of Alexandria

>>34714113
Nigga we established last thread we're going to Alexandria & the motherfucking nile

>>34714113

But I thought we were going to bang the Queen of Kingdom of Jerusalem

>>34713997
I recall you can repair maille easily. Save it for Hugo.

>>34714125
Yeah, her cunt is a stepping stone to power. We will use that power to boost ourselves until we can conquer Egypt for our own.

>>34714125
Best way to do that is as an emperor.

>>34714126
You can, but only if you have the wire to do it with.

Unless it's on a shoulder or armpit, nigger rigging doesn't work there. One fucking shortcut and you can't raise your arm above the level of the shoulder, you need to make ACTUAL LINKS and repair the weave correctly. We'd need to rivet them, too.

You consider the old man. He has strong arms and a strong jaw, but the age was creeping into his eyes.

"Aye," you say, "We are Christians, are we not? But obey my commands at all times, a captain can only have one ship."

The old soldier nodded. "Of course," he said, "That is just, that is military." He saluted you in a Roman fashion, fist to heart.

The nun gives you a hot look. "I'll obey no command that would have me break my vows," she said.

You smile. "And what makes you think I have any interest in breaking your vows?" you say, "If your vows are broken, it will be by your own actions."

She glares at you as you gather up your troops.

The old soldier was named Theodore, formerly an Armenian soldier, and the nun was named Adelheid, of the Convent of St Anne in Jerusalem. The girl they called Judith, and she kept a little apart from your group, particularly as you all were marked with the sweat and gore of battle.

You push on while daylight permits and organise a camp. Hugo gives himself up to the care of Sister Adelheid, who carefully cleans and tends to his wound.

You cannot say if the bandits will muster another attack, best to keep watch.

> nominate two companions to keep watch

>>34714233
Us and Theo

>>34714233
Franz and Solomon

>>34714233

Franz and Theo

>>34714233
Hugo, the moment the wound closes.

It's time he toughens up and learns to function through discomfort and pain WITHOUT adrenaline to do all the work.

>>34714233
Us and Solomon

>>34714233
>"I'll obey no command that would have me break my vows,"
Just wait baby. The Bard Knight's tongue ain't nuthin' to fuck with.
Well, I mean it technically is. But that is the point.

Us and Theo
Let's get the social link going.

>>34714233
>She glares at you as you gather up your troops.
oh the hatefucking will be a glorious thing if we did not hold the lord in high regard...oh.

> nominate two companions to keep watch

Franz & Theo

>>34714233
Ourselves and Franz. Let our hardier warriors get rest.

>>34714233
1. Theo 2. Ourselves (if we can pick ourselves), 3. Franz if we can't pick ourselves.

Make sure Hugo gets rest

>>34714233
Franz and Theo

>>34714233
Franz & Theo

You pick the two 'elders' of the group, Franz and Theo, to keep watch. Franz growls at the mention of being an elder. He was certainly a far cry from Theo's advanced age.

"I take from your nose that you are a Jew..." you hear Theodore say as you move on to more pressing things.

Sister Adelheid was stitching up Hugo, who sat upright against his saddle, feeding a carrot to his horse. Solomon had left him a bottle of wine to drink, and he gulped it down every time the needle pierced his skin. She gave you a wary look.

The girl Judith was lying with her mule, reading a book over her skinny knees, resting her head against the beast's scruffy flank. When she saw you her look was slightly fearful, and she buried her head back into the book.

Solomon was fussing over the looted maille shirt trying to fix the broken links, while Orlando and Welf played a game of shatranj.

> go and speak to one of your companions (nominate)

>>34714527

Hugo

>>34714527
>Solomon was fussing over the looted maille shirt trying to fix the broken links
>broken at the shoulder
>doesn't have any tools
He can fuss over it until the day he dies. Won't help.

>>34714527
Hugo. Let him know that big brother is proud of him.

After all of this is done spend the night with Chiri

>>34714527
Either
Hugo, because it's not all so bad in the Holy Land, right?
or Chiri, maybe she knew a few knights or npbles from Jerusalem?

>>34714527
>"I take from your nose that you are a Jew..." you hear Theodore say as you move on to more pressing things.

Kek

Also let's talk to little bro

>>34714527
>"I take from your nose that you are a Jew..." you hear Theodore
Ahh. The wonders of a more honest time.

Hugo.

>>34714527
>"I take from your nose that you are a Jew..."
top kek


> go and speak to one of your companions (nominate)
Talk to Hugo, let him know that as an older brother, we are proud of him. As his knight-master, a squire should remain calm, especially when pursued by the enemy.

You muster down on Hugo. He's only a little drunk. For all that Adelheid has furious scowls for you, she works very delicately on your brother, her hands deftly wielding the needle with some skill.

You crouch on your haunches.

"Hey little brother," you say, ruffling his hair, "You did good today."

Hugo nodded, taking another gulp of the wine.

"A knight isn't just bold, he's also certain in his action," you say, "Focused at the task at hand and not given to panic. You were very knightly out there."

Hugo blushed.

"You were very brave," Adelheid added, "You will make a very brave knight, god willing. You are already a very brave man." She finished off her stitches and kissed him on the cheek.

Hugo's wispy little mustache disappeared under his tongue as his blush went to his roots. You couldn't help but grin, and pushed forehead to forehead.

"We might not share mothers, but you're my brother to the marrow," you say, "And know that I will always be proud of you."

Hugo looks like he might cry. "A-and I'm proud too," he said, "Proud to serve you, that is. You didn't have to. Father was going to have me take vows, y'know. Cousin Werther was meant to be your squire."

You didn't know that. You'd taken Hugo so quickly as your squire, and set off for the Holy Land, that you hadn't taken any concern of father into account.

"Thank you, sir," Hugo said. You hugged him around his good shoulder and he hugged you back.

The night draws dark and tents are assembled.

Franz and Theodore's time at watch comes to an end.

> nominate two people to stand guard until morning

>>34714896

Orlando and yourself

Solomon and Welf deserve good rest

>>34714896
The girl Judith

she can fucking read How fucking rare is that?

>>34714896
Ourself and Orlando

>>34714896
Ehh...

Us and Welf. Try to break open that shell of his.

>>34714964

He has a speech impediment, anon.

>>34714896
Shame. We didnt get to show off our mad Harp skillz

>>34714896
1. Orlando 2. Wilhelm 3. Solobro if we can't take watch

It isn't fit for the commander to take watch. You'll need your rest for the morning, and a clear head to command.

>>34714981
Doesn't mean he can't talk, let alone write down his thoughts.

>>34715039
Orlando and Solomon then. and we can "rest" with Chiri

>>34714996
>Shame. We didnt get to show off our mad Harp skillz
It can wait anon. The seduction must continue apace, not be rushed.

>>34714896
>>34714921

Changing to Solomon and Orlando then. Since Welf did kill the enemy champion. It should also give us time with him if we want.

>>34715050

Seduce both the nun and the novice?

>>34715039
Oh, then Orlando and Solomon. Probably should get Sol to boost Orlando's shitty LDR and WAR stats.

You nominate Solomon and Orlando to stand guard for the night, and retire to your own tent.

Chihirizahd lies on the hard ground as if she were in a palace. She had a cat-like ability to drape across things and look incredibly comfortable while doing so.

She had a hot look in her eye for you, as a hand made busy along the inside of her thigh.

"You were amazing to watch," she said, "The way you kill, and command other men, So powerful, so...dominate. Like a king." She come up onto her knees before you, still working her inner thigh but now with both hands.

"And the woman, I liked the way you handled her," she said, reaching up to loop her fingers through your sword belt, "Why you'd think she'd be sweeter to the man who saved her life."

Yeah cup her chin. "Sweetness needs to be drawn out of a woman, some do not give it freely," you say.

"Maybe you should just take it," Chihirizahd said, rubbing her face against your forearm.

"Some are frightened by boldness," you say, drawing her up to her feet.

"Not me," she replied, her hand trailing across your chest.

"No, you are bold enough yourself."

Your mouth closes on hers and the world drops away, the heat of battle carrying into the heat of your raw animal rutting. You think by the time you were done she'd been loud enough to awake the camp. You didn't care, as you held her twitching body against yours, slipping off to sleep...

When you get ready to head off in the morning you earn some looks from the new members of your group. Adelheid has a glare for you, but Judith cocks her head curiously. Theodore just has a disapproving frown.

Chihirizahd walks with a lightness to her dancer's step, and the men enjoying watching her pass by.

> you've a spare horse, nominate a rider
> send out a scout to check the terrain a head (nominate)

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> you've a spare horse, nominate a rider
Theo

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Lend Theodore the horse for now. Better to have another fighting man.

> send out a scout to check the terrain a head (nominate)

Theodore

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> you've a spare horse, nominate a rider

don't care honestly

>>34715255
> you've a spare horse, nominate a rider
> send out a scout to check the terrain a head (nominate)
Someone who is fast but isnt Hugo. Him and his horse still need to relax

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>send out a scout to check the terrain a head (nominate)
Theo

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How adorable. I wonder how much of her "submissiveness" is an act ?