Two threads? Aww yeah OP, you're based.

And it was here that you had to part briefly with Sabeen and her Syrian cohorts.

"We are forbidden entry," she said, "So we shall wait outside."

Indeed something like a small shanty town had developed in the shadow of Jerusalem. Trading poss for Bedouins and other undesirables, where Christians would trade with Muslim and bring goods back into the city. There were few Christians who would refuse the chance to trade for an Arab horse, so this small violation of the spirit of the law was allowed.

The gateways and grounds beneath the walls of Jerusalem were lively enough, with throngs of Christian pilgrims and Jew and Muslim merchants bartering with them. Preachers made sermons in ancient style to enraptured listeners. Men of arms moved about, greedy for adventure and salvation. To think of what lay within the city.

You enter through the gates, powerfully built structures that were made to resist the fire and storm of all the might of the heretic and pagan, and come upon a small slice of that rambunctious crowd. Over two hundred thousand people lived within the city, and you saw men and women as black as Solomon rubbing shoulders with swarthy Arab and pale Norse alike.

Your party, which you had thought strong, was swallowed by these tight packed crowds. Truly a metropolis.

> head straight for the palace, and be on your business
> go to the Church of the Holy Sepulcher

>>35192254
Forgot my trip!

>>35192310
> head straight for the palace, and be on your business
we can get a tour of the city later

>>35192310
>Dat Ioveta relationship upgrade

I sense an upcoming smear campaign on blaise

> go to the Church of the Holy Sepulcher

got to be a Pious motherfucker

>>35192310
> go to the Church of the Holy Sepulcher

got to be Shu as fuck

>>35192310
>> go to the Church of the Holy Sepulcher

Did we leave Chiri with Sabeen ?

>>35192384
I was more thinking about Welf. Wouldnt really be fitting to bring a corpse to the palace

>>35192310
> go to the Church of the Holy Sepulcher

got to see to our Nigga Welf

RIP ;.;

>>35192310
> head straight for the palace, and be on your business
Complete our objective first. Also, I hope we have that letter secured. Don't want a pickpocket taking it.

>>35192406
>>35192410
Why? He's not going to get any more dead.

>>35192310
Also ask if Iovetta can get us a private meeting with her sister the queen

>>35192423
he's.....been dead a while & the rotting dead make Ill palace companions, not to mention it's unseemly

>>35192310
>> go to the Church of the Holy Sepulcher

Hurray part 2!

>>35192310

We are going to buy all the shit here.

>>35192310
QM putting in WORK.

>go to church
Gotta go weep for Welf like Liu Bei

>>35192475
We full Shu now , gotta get that sweet Casus belli

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>>35192475

More like Cao Cao for Dian Wei.

Appropriate too since that nigga went down taking a spear meant for us.

HAHA! TIME FOR WILHELM THE LUSTFUL LION!

>>35192497
I SENSE A SONG COMING ON!!!

>>35192310
hopefuly we are allowed to bring our prisoner with us so we can present him to the king

The Church of the Holy Sepulcher, the domed roof blue as a robin's egg. Crowded with pilgrims all asking for blessings, as well as knights and other holy warriors upon their knees, deep in prayer. It was the final place for all crusading knights to visit, to pray in its courtyard or under its roof and finish their pilgrimage. Templars and Hospitallers and Brothers of Lazarus were there, armed and in prayer, the Brothers of Lazarus standing out in their leper wrappings, clutching sick leprous children between them to receive some hope of a miracle for their charges.

You are not the only one who had brought a corpse, or one that had died a violent death. Other men had lain out their brothers, to receive rites from priests who walked among the crowd.

It was a dangerous land.

Your men lay out Welf against a wall, finding what space you can in the courtyard. Iovetta has her head bowed in prayer before your friend, and soon you and all your Christian companions are joining her.

An aged priest came by, a humble man in simple vestments with an English cast to his face. He held forth the crucifix and passed a blessing.

"To see more young men cut down in their prime," the old man said, cracking a knee to be beside, "It breaks my heart. Tell me, how did he came to fall?"

It was 'Judith' that spoke. "In my defense, Father, against the Saracens," she said, "Or perhaps I should say Uncle."

His eyes widened and mouth fell open, but soon he had it closed and was smiling.

"Aye, perhaps," he said, pinching Iovetta's cheek. "Come, come to my chambers," he hurried Iovetta off her feet.

> go with her
> stay with Welf

>>35192583
>> go with her
ASSASSINS COULD BE ANYWHERE!....yes yes thats it.

>>35192583
> go with her

>>35192583
> go with her
She still need our protection

>>35192583
>> go with her

>>35192583
>go with her

inb4 pervy priest

"She goes no where without me," you said, climbing to your feet with hand to sword. The old priest paused, but Iovetta took you by the hand.

"He comes with me," she said, "Always."

A faint look of trouble crossed the priest's face but he nodded. "Come then, come," he said, leading the pair of you around the crowd. You had one last glance at Solomon and Hugo, who started as if after you, but your raised hand caused them to stop, as if to tell them to stay with Welf and await your return.

The priest took you through the entrance of the Church, and though it made you gog he passed by the art and relics with little thought of them. He led you round the pilgrims and as he passed some cried to him.

"Patriarch, bless us!"

But he ignored them, so intent was he on Iovetta. Up a stairwell into a private chamber at last, he closed the door with an 'oomph' and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, "Oh blessed 'Vette!" he had her in his arms and tried to lift her into a hug, "We feared you dead or worse."

"Uncle William!" she laughed against his cheek. He placed her down, laughing.

"Oh but I thought I'd never see you again in this life, it has been so long," he said, "You have grown into a fine young woman, a fine young woman!" You could not deny that.

Then he looked to you.

"And are you to thank for all this?" he asked, voice wrung with mistrust.

"He is," she said, frowning at his cross tone.

> explain the events that had brought you here
> let Iovetta explain

>>35192753
>> let Iovetta explain
Lets just be the silent guardian for now

>>35192753
>Patriarch
oh god this family is scary stronk!

> let Iovetta explain

>>35192753
>> explain the events that had brought you here

We have a silver tongue, let's use it

>>35192753
> let Iovetta explain
We'll talk if she asks us to.

>>35192753
>let her explain

>>35192753
seconding this:>>35192776

You defer to Iovetta, who explains some of the journey, most curiously the adventures she had before your meeting. She spoke of the other sisters she had traveled with, some killed others taken, and of the soldiers that had died in her defense. Welf was hardly the first to fall.

And her voice was full of hardship, 'til she came to your meeting.

"Wilhelm, that is Sir Wilhelm here, came upon us, driving back the Saracens. With only a score of knights he beat them back though they had thrice his number easily." She said, "And he would do so again, each time the heathens would come across us, fast into the fray no matter their numbers. A-a gallant knight." She looked up to you with cheeks rosy, eyes wide, hands before her chest.

"And all the while he kept my secret, even from his closest comrades. Never once has he lied to me, and he has taught me much."

Patriarch William's brow lowered the more she spoke of you, and he had a hawk glance for you as well.

"And well it is you've returned to us whole," he said, "Your sisters have feared for your life, and the king has posted a bounty for your safe return." He went to sit in a fine chair beside a writing desk, sun sliding in through a narrow window. "And now that you are here you can be entered into St Anne, swear your vowels, and finally take your place in the Church."

"Oh," she formed the vowel so softly, her eyes downcast. Ah yes, that. He had said the words with all kindness, but it looked as if he had slapped the girl.

> go with God, Iovetta
> should you not see your sisters first?

>>35192879
>> should you not see your sisters first?

>>35192879
> should you not see your sisters first?

>>35192879
>vowels
'vows'

>>35192879
>> should you not see your sisters first?
Oh no, we have to save her from this fate!

>>35192879
>> should you not see your sisters first?

>>35192879
> should you not see your sisters first?
You can't run away from your vows once they have been made.

>>35192879
>> should you not see your sisters first?

This will probably get us excommunicated down the line

>>35192955
No, this is her choice. We merely adviced her and showed her the world, giving her experience to make it

>>35192966
Emphasis on ''her'' choice

"Is it not too early for such talk," you say, "Iovetta has only just found shelter after weeks of terror. Would that she be reunited with her family first."

The Patriarch of Jerusalem looks ready to scowl but instead sighs and nods. "Of course," a smile was soon on his face, "Yes, you are right. My fervor spurs me into indecent action 'Vette should see her sisters, and be reconciled before any vows taken." He took Iovetta by the hand and squeezed. "You cannot know how glad my heart is to have you back among us, how I cherish the memories of you yelling through the halls, all limbs a flying. Life and joy you bring with you." Then he leaned forward and kissed her brow. "Go, find your sisters."

As she bowed and left the Patriarch had one thing to say to you, in flat monotone.

"Tread carefully."

And you were outside his office, and Iovetta had you by the hand and was swinging from your wrist.

"Oh Wilhelm, I am home!" she said with bright happy tears, coming up into your arms for a hug. "I must show you it all, everything."

And she showed you Golgotha, the Catholicon and the Stone of Unction, and all the chapels dedicated to the saints. And she told you the stories of it, the places her father had put in and the history behind every scratched surface and relic.

Truly this must have been where she first found god.

And you were out among the open air again, and all the crying pilgrims, with your men back around you, the prayers for Welf finished. His remains would stay here and until they would be collected and interred in a crowded field by the priests, a special place of rest for fallen crusaders.

"Where first," you asked her, "The palace?"

She froze in place, and rubbed her right arm. "I would go anywhere else first," she confessed.

> go to the palace
> find an inn for you and your men
> go to the markets (inside)
> go to the markets (outside)

>>35193041
> find an inn for you and your men
Lets set up our people first before heading the palace

>>35193041
> find an inn for you and your men
> go to the markets (inside)
easier to see those who could be following us.

>>35193041
> find an inn for you and your men

Then markets, then palace! Like Iovetta says

>>35193061
seconding

>>35193041
> find an inn for you and your men

>>35193041
>find an inn for your men

Then buy stuff

An inn first. You have no small number of soldiers to station. Luckily there was a large inn by David's Tower that could fit your troops. 'The Moor's Head', it had painted the sneering, thick lipped decapitated head of a black man on its sign, bleeding out on the words.

It was a noisy place, crowded with caravan guards and merchantmen, dice games rife and no serving girl passing unhassled. One man pinched Adelheid fully on the rump, earning a bright cry from her and a hard fist from Solomon, but a brawl did not ensue as the man was knocked clean unconscious and his fellows laughed over his head, tipping horns of ale on their downed compatriot.

You go meet the innkeeper and rooms are arranged, four to a room and thirty pfennings in all, including dinner.

"Could I speak with you sir," Iovetta asked, "In private?" She pointed up the stairs to one of the hired rooms. She danced on the spot, rocking from heel to toe and hands fidgeting behind her back.

> of course
> not now

>>35193152
> of course

>>35193152
>> of course

>>35193152
> of course

>>35193152
> of course
oh god it's happening isn't it?

>One man pinched Adelheid fully on the rump, earning a bright cry from her and a hard fist from Solomon, but a brawl did not ensue as the man was knocked clean unconscious
Damn Solobro stop being so based.

>>35193152
>of course

"Of course," you say, following her up. She leads you back into an empty chamber, closes it behind her. She presses her back against the door. She looked as if she were struggling for breath, panting for a second. Slowly she marshaled herself, took great deep, steady breaths.

Then she looked up at you.

"I-" she shook as she said the words, "I do not know what to do. I do not know what I want." She strode across the room, large strides, kicking up her skirts. "I do not want to go to St Anne's," she said, twisting about. "I do not want to go to the palace." She twisted the other way. "I do not know, but." She stopped twisting, facing away from you, clutching her chest. "But I feel one thing."

She turned. She came up to you slowly. She had the look of a girl not yet fully grown, but you felt she would grow taller yet. She rocked on heel to toe, and butted her forehead against your chest. She stayed there, and put her hands on your stomach, feeling it. Flat and hard.

And then she ran them up, smoothed them over your chest. Then she looked you in the eyes.

She popped up on tip-toes, and pressed her quivering lips to yours, a soft kiss.

And she fell back to the flat off her feet, a little quivering sigh of pain and confusion, and pressed a hand to the tears that were building in her eyes.

> return the kiss
> put the girl aside gently

>>35193271
AH FUCK

> return the kiss ever so gently
> put the girl aside gently

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>>35193271
> return the kiss

>>35193271
first
> return the kiss
then
> put the girl aside gently

No maidenhead stealing!

Thats a quick way to lose ones head. As much as i would love to return it

>>35193288
>>35193299
You really can't do bother here.

Don't worry about maiden heads just yet.

>>35193271
>> return the kiss

>>35193271
>return the kiss

>>35193271
>> return the kiss

>>35193320
> return the kiss
Then

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>>35193271
>> return the kiss

>>35193271
> put the girl aside gently
always pull back the first time and they will be yours forever

>>35193298
>>35193325
>>35193333
>>35193336
>>35193337
>>35193338
stupid sexy Bard reflexs

>>35193351
or virgins

>>35193374
>Willhelm Virgin

top kek

>>35193374
Not returning the kiss will make the situation terribly awkward

You cup her chin, a tear rolls against your hand, down your wrist. You tip her chin up, and lower your mouth to hers. She sniffs, her body all a tremble as her lips part, and your mouth closes around hers, your tongue sliding 'tween her lips.

She tastes sweet, and eager, her trembles start subsiding as she arcs into your kiss.

She twists up to meet you, reaches up to grab you by the front of your maille, roping her other arm 'round your neck. She pulls herself up on your boots, and your hands find her hips, pull her from the earth entirely, up into your arms, up above your head 'til your head was tipped back and she was holding your face in her hands, kissing you deep, grabbing your dark hair.

And something broke in your chest, as the waters of the Rhine that had haunted you flushed from your chest, replaced instead by a fierce hot fire.

"I love you," she said the words in your ear like they were words of blasphemy that should not be spoken, or perhaps a prayer said with the greatest reverence. Kissing your cheek, feeling your stubble, she felt for you. "By God and Christ and the Holy Ghost, I love you."

She was still crying and her face was pale, her eyes wide and staring.

"I love you," she said the words and looked struck, her youthful vigor all gone from that expression.

> I love you too
> ....

>>35193474
>> ....

CHECK THE HALL!

>>35193474
>> I love you too

>>35193474
>I love you too
no way to stop this train now...

>>35193474
>> ....
This shit be tragic yo. We are but a landless knight and she is a princess.

>>35193474
>> I love you too

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>>35193474
>> ....

>>35193474
>> I love you too

>>35193474
>I love you too

C'mon don't make her feel bad

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>>35193474
> I love you too

>>35193474
>> ....

start weeping

>>35193474
>> I love you too
Take her into a deep kiss, then look her steadily in the eye and then slowly say: "For the longest time, I thought I would never love again. Never in my wildest dreams back home on the Rhineland did I believe that. But today, in the heart of Holy Jerusalem, I have learned to love once again." And then smooch her again.

Question, is this best girl?

(I just wandered in here. no idea what im doing)

>>35193474
"Love is but a fickle mistress, it places before me one that could meet be replaced, but is so far from my grasp only god could grant me the strength to claim her."

>>35193539
Me too!

>>35193539
No the best girl is our slave girl. Current one is good too though

>>35193539
she is tied with Chiri
>>35193548
>>35193534
Guys, you are over doing it again

>>35193534
>For the longest time, I thought I would never love again.
we're 17....

>>35193539
Willhelm is a bard knight modeled after Liu bei/Cao cao

so maybe? shes most certainly not the last

>>35193539
>Question, is this best girl?

According to Wikipedia and what little historical data we have... if we wanna go full Cao Cao, we'd best take her as a serious romance interest. Use her as a springboard to greater things, even though she's the youngest daughter and has a very minor claim that could be pressed...

>>35193548
Fucking whoops
"Love is but a fickle mistress, it places before me one that could never be replaced, but is so far from my grasp only god could grant me the strength to claim her."
Damn phone

>>35193561
Previous threads stated we had a lover back in the Rhineland. Think it was in the song we played at the inn with Malik's crew about 5 or so threads back.

Ex-lover drowned in the Rhine River and broke Willy's heart.

>>35193565
meta playing son you'll want to not plan like that

>>35193539

I like her character a lot. Our Kurdish Charizard makes us look good by spying on local lords for us.

>>35193564
>>35193565

I liked TKQ as much as anyone, but I hope the Cao Cao/Liu Bei thing is just a meme and not an actual guide to people. Wilhelm's a pretty distinct character and I don't like reducing him to a historical entity from an entirely different culture and time.

>>35193597
Its a bit of a joke. Everytime we are noble and wandering around with our comrades in arms we are Liu Bei.

Every time we "court" the ladies or our ambition we are Cao Cao.

All other times we are Mark Anthony

>>35193474
> I love you too

>>35193565
That's more of a Liu Bei action. Cao Cao could just go "I got the emperor lol" as justification for anything. We gotta actually work for a righteous reason for any politics that we do like Liu Bei aside from muh lineage

>>35193611
And as of Thread 10, we'd "Wilhelm von Koblentz, the Lion of the Rhine."

Richard I, eat your heart out.

>>35193597
>but I hope the Cao Cao/Liu Bei thing

It's an app comparison considering the only thing Wilhelm had going for him in the beginning was his Charisma & Ambition a plenty

>>35193611
Nigga please we're going full Caesar

>>35193620
>"Wilhelm von Koblentz, the lustful Lion of the Rhine."

fix'd it for you anon

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>>35193620
>tfw I was the one that suggested skinning the Lion
>Mfw it's finally bearing fruit

>>35193621
>Nigga please we're going full Caesar
If we were Caesar we wouldnt get our ass kicked so much

>>35193661
Nigga its only because you keep insisting we pick fights with others

>>35193661

He's referring to Augustus obviously. We haven't met our Agrippa to win our battles while we take care of politics and fuck senator's wives.

>>35193661
Hope that Solobro doesn't betray us in the end...

>>35193679
Nigga please he's our Guan yu

>We still haven't found our third brother

Olive garden oath when?

>>35193695
RIP Welf

>>35193707
anon pls ;.;

"I love you too."

She seemed struck a second time, and raised a hand to her mouth.

"You liar," she said, backing away a step.

"I've never lied to you," you said, stepping forward. Her back came to the wall, and your hand found her cheek. "I will never lie to you," you said. "I love you. I loved Judith the novice and I love you, Princess."

She put a hand to your chest. She tried to talk but couldn't muster words, just felt you along the chest, up to your collar, noting every link in your maille. She closed her head against your chest and felt the hard armour against her cheek.

"You are incredible," you said, running your fingers down her back. And you saw the first smile light her face as she blushed.

"My knight," she said, "My Lion of Germany." She peered back up with expectant eyes and you kissed her, a long lion grin breaking across your face.

And then a bashing came upon your door.

"Open in the name of God and King Fulk!" a voice hoarse and raw bellowed.

And the smiles were gone from both your faces as the door came in.

A big old man, balding and grey with the colours of Jerusalem on his surcoat came through. You saw your men behind held at spear point, men-at-arms and Templars both holding them hostage.

"I am William Bures, Constable of Jerusalem," he said, and gave Iovetta an angry puff, "Though you know that young lady. And I am placing you under arrest."

"What charge!?" Iovetta demanded, shock clear in her voice.

"Conspiracy against the king!" he thundered, gesturing a letter, "And abduction of a royal princess!"

Oh hell! You could guess whose note that was.
(cont.)

>>35193718
oh Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-

>>35193718
>"Conspiracy against the king!" he thundered, gesturing a letter, "And abduction of a royal princess!"

Oh boy, here we go

>>35193718
BLAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>>35193718
Should had gone straight to the palace after the temple

>>35193729
>>35193736
>>35193738
Told you not to join the covenant

>>35193740

Nah, we are just gonna use our max charisma to get us out of the mess. One letter's not going to damn us.

>>35193747
>Implying it's not going to be a natural 1

>>35193695
I always thought that he was our Xu Chu. Just sick him on something and watch him go crazy on it, and he's done a great job bodyguarding us.

Anyway hoping for a third bro who we discover among the common soldiers

>>35193738
Baldwin anon, Baldwin.
>>35193747
Who is he going to believe some letter from a petty lord full of envy or the the guy who brings him her sister in law and the sultans cousin?

You are Hugo of Koblenz, squire to Sir Wilhelm, and you have just seen your brother dragged out of the inn while you were engaged with his saddle bags. As your brother was taken by he mouthed a word at you. 'Letters' you thought it was.

Judith came out, screaming after the big old man who led your brother away, tears flowing down her face.

Wilhelm was calling back to her, telling her it would all be right, that he would not be harmed.

What by hell was going on?

You find in your saddle bags a pair of letters, sealed by noble signets, and stuffed them down the front of your shirt. These must be the letters he spoke off, he had never shown them to you before.

A man-at-arms in the livery of Jerusalem came upon you, a sword at his belt and an ugly hitch in his step. He had red pustules across his face and a cleft lip.

"And who the hell are you?" he asked.

> I'm nobody (roll 1d100, average of three)
> run like hell! (roll 1d100, average of three)

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>35193760
>> I'm nobody (roll 1d100, average of three)

I'm Reek

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>35193760
>> I'm nobody (roll 1d100, average of three)

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>35193758
No shit it was Baldwin faggot blaise is our arch enemy though

> run like hell! (roll 1d100, average of three)

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>35193760
>> run like hell! (roll 1d100, average of three)

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>35193760
> I'm nobody
I"m just tending unto my master's horse.

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>35193760
>> run like hell! (roll 1d100, average of three)

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>35193760
>> run like hell! (roll 1d100, average of three)

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>>35193767
>>35193770
>>35193771
Dammit Hugo you little shit

>>35193767
>>35193770
>>35193771

Dice Gods don't like our brother apparently

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>35193760
> run like hell! (roll 1d100, average of three)

>>35193760
>> I'm nobody (roll 1d100, average of three)

Remember that it's just first 3 rolls of any choice.

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>>35193760
>I'm nobody

>>35193767
>>35193770

"I-" your wits fly apart and instead, you punch the man directly in his fat fucking nose, feel it crunch under your knuckles and blood spill out. "Fuck you." And you fly from his hand, almost falling face first into a clump of horse shit as you go. The man screams after you, lunges, and tears the collar of your tunic.

You were not the only one that fled, you saw other companions tear off before the guards could catch them. Solomon, and the soldier Tancred, but Orlando was being dragged off as well.

You fly down unfamiliar streets, other men chasing after you. Hell on earth, you think, hell on earth!

You pound down the pavement and see a slip in a door, and luck had it you were small enough to slip in. The men-at-arms bound on wall as they try to fit the crack. You clamber up like a monkey, clamber up until you are on a roof, startling doves into flight, and take a wheezing breath.

And when you look you find you are completely lost, unable to make anything from the sea of humanity stretching wall to wall around you, the glimmer of the desert beyond.

Christ, you fall to your knees. Christ help me, you pray. You try not to cry. For your brother, for your friends, for yourself.

> search for one of your friends lost in the city (roll 1d100, best of three)
> try to get out of the city, for now (roll 1d100, average of three)

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>35193933
>> search for one of your friends lost in the city (roll 1d100, best of three)

Come on, Solo-bro!

>>35193933
>Write in
Fulfil the mission, bring the letters to the queen.

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>35193933
>> search for one of your friends lost in the city (roll 1d100, best of three)

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>35193933
>> search for one of your friends lost in the city (roll 1d100, best of three)
>but Orlando was being dragged off as well.
Orlando being Orlando

>>35193947
Hugo doesn't know what the letters are about.

>>35193933
> search for one of your friends lost in the city (roll 1d100, best of three)
Chi

>Implying anyone pays attention to some whore

GOOD INVESTMENT!

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>35193933
>> search for one of your friends lost in the city (roll 1d100, best of three)
Solomon

>>35193969
Chiri is outside the city with Sabeen

>>35193933
>search for one of your friends

Solomon!

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>35193933
Find Solomon

>>35193977
well shit

>>35193996
That's a good thing, they're fine.

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>35193933
> try to get out of the city, for now
Find Sabeen and Chiri

So Solomon, Tancred, and Orlando, Theodore, and Raymond were with us.

Franz, Chiri, and Sabeen should be outside of the city.

Shit, we need to warn Raymond or he could get caught as well.

You climb down from the roof, heart settling. You would need to be calm now, nervousness earned you nothing.

You gingerly touched the ground, and began to walk, look for signs around you that were familiar.

"Franz?" you cried, "Solomon?" Night was coming on quick, and with it loud drunks spilling out of ale houses. You took your sword by hand. Laughing women could be heard behind shuttered windows. Laughs that turned to other things.

"Welf," you cry, coming to stand beside a street corner.

"What's this?" a harsh voice, "A pretty boy, or a girl in disguise? 'Tis a sin to dress such, let's get you out of it!" A knife flashed as it was drawn, as two hunched men came either side of you, pederast grins and bulging crotches.

You put a hand to your sword.

"You leave that boy be," a familiar brassy voice said, slinking out of the night. He had his outward curving sword in hand, and a bloodied nose, swollen eye.

Solomon.

They backed away from the large Nubian.

"Didn't know he was yours," they said.

> attack the men
> let them go

>>35194029
>> let them go
We need to find the others and make a plan

>>35194029
>> let them go

>>35194029
>> let them go

>>35194022
Franz is in the city, as he was baptised and technically no longer a Jew (some of the time at least). I cut a bit for length where you'd argue with a guard and figured a convincing roll would be superflous as it would be hard to fail.

>>35194029
>let them go

We don't need people to stare at and delay us right now

>>35194029
>let them go

We don't need this shit right now

You keep a hand at your hilt but let the men slink off into the night, and then you were over at Solomon, hugging the big man.

"Good to see you too, Little Brother," he sad, hooking your shoulder. He was hurt, his leg had been hurriedly strapped. "Bastards tried to grab me when they grabbed Wilhelm," he said, got a poke in the leg and a couple blows to the face."

"I broke a guy's nose," you said, and Solomon laughed. Some of his blood was still on your knuckle.

"We've got to stay low if we want to help your brother," he said, limping beside you, "Find a safe house. You know what any of that was about?"

You shook your head.

"Damn that man," Solomon scowled, coming to rest beside a house. "Maybe we can find Adelheid, or sneak out and hook up with Sabeen." He spoke with eyes closed, sweat beading his forehead.

> tell him about the letters
> say nothing for now

>>35194111
>> tell him about the letters
Maybe Solomon knows anything. We know he doesnt, but Hugo dont

>>35194111
>> tell him about the letters

I suppose it's an IC-decision since brother knows nothing about them except that they are important enough that we pointed them out while we were dragged away.

>>35194111
>Tell him about the letters

Not exactly in a position to be keeping secrets

>>35194111
> tell him about the letters
WILLLLLLLLHEEEEEELLLLLMMM

>>35194111
>tell him about the letters

Might as well get that part where everyone confronts Wilhelm about secretkeeping out of the way

>>35194111
> tell him about the letters

Surely Solomon Wilhelms brother in arms knows more than us a mere child right? RIGHT?!!

>>35194144
>>35194138

Wilhelms schemes and ploys are finally catching up on him

>>35194111
>> say nothing for now
Door no.2

>>35194159
You mean his dickings?

>>35194165
Think they are one and the same

>Tfw writing up a ''confession'' for our Trial

You pull the letters your brother had bid you keep out from under your tunic. "He told me to grab these," you said, holding them up to Solomon. He looked at them first, then gingerly took them. Peered at the seals.

"This is Count Hugh's seal," he said of one, "But the other....I don't know."

"He thought they were important," you said, and Solomon nodded.

"They most likely are," he said, and handed them back to you, "They might be his freedom." He groaned and slid to the ground and you felt a flutter of panic in your chest.

"No, no, no," you said, helping the man up.

"Adelheid," he said, "St Anne." Sabeen, you thought, and you wished her tall armoured presence was here, half a laugh across her lips and the faint hint of a scowl in her brow all at once.

> take him to Adelheid at St Anne's church
> try to get him out to Sabeen

>>35194188
>> take him to Adelheid at St Anne's church

>>35194188
> take him to Adelheid at St Anne's church
There will be medics there

>>35194188
> take him to Adelheid at St Anne's church

>>35194188
> try to get him out to Sabeen

Going on gut feeling here

>>35194188
>> try to get him out to Sabeen

Adelheid is not really trustworthy despite (or because of) Solomon dicking her.

>>35194188
> try to get him out to Sabeen

it's likely any known accomplice of Ioveta & Willhelm will be watched closely

>>35194216
>>35194213
>>35194208
Guys he needs a medic

>>35194188
>> try to get him out to Sabeen

>>35194221
and what good will a medic do if he gets captured?

>>35194188
>> take him to Adelheid at St Anne's church

>>35194231
And what good will he do if he bleeds out on the floor ?

>>35194188
>take him to Adelheid at St Anne's church

As much as we need to Sabeen asap he needs medical help

>>35194231
What if he dies getting out of the city?

>>35194188

>take him to Adelheid at St Anne's church

Never underestimate the bleed status

>>35194188
>>35194213

Changing to > take him to Adelheid at St Anne's church

> Raymond ratted our ass

KEK

>>35194270
>Raymond

Nigga it was obviously Baldwin

>>35194270
Baldwin did

>>35194270

Yall need to stop getting Raymond and Baldwin confused.

>Sister Adelheid (friendly)
Her opinion of us improved it seems

>>35194320
Oh wait, that is her opinion of Hugo

>>35194320

That's because you are looking at Hugo's character sheet.

>>35194270
inb4 5 year timeskip where Wilhelm gets stuck in prison while Judith gets married off to some noble, which leads to Wilhelm losing his smile and only thinking about killing Baldwin

Just like Liu Bei!

>>35194320
>All the fun descriptions gone

aww

Captcha: prayed approgu

Oh shi-

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>>35194320
>Name:Hugo

>>35194348
>Just like Liu Bei!

Anon, that's Count of Monte Cristo, not Liu Bei. You got your Dumas mixed up with Luo Guanzhong.

>>35194377
Agreed.
So much.
Oh god I hope Wilhelm's alright

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>>35194377
>Past companions: Willhelm

Haha he's still alive right?.........right?

You had never had much to do with the nun, save a few Sunday lectures and a couple afternoons in her company. She seemed a nice, smart woman. And Solomon was calling for her. You shoulder your large friend, your tight newly teenage muscles straining under his weight as you clambered.

St Anne's was a new church, and it was easy to get directions. When you reached there, and drummed on the door, an old woman answered.

"Adelheid," Solomon croaked.

"A drunk, calling after one of our girls," she sniffed, and you yowled in frustration.

"He is bleeding sister!" you said, pointing to his bandaged leg. She peered down and nodded.

"So he is," she said, and drew the door open a crack further. You barreled your friend into the church. Novice girls looked up in shock at the sight of two armed men (well, one and a half) come bursting into their cloister.

"Ladies be calm!" the old sister said, clapping her hands, "Someone fetch that German girl, Adelheid, and for God's sake will one of you healthy young fillies help the lad with the Nubian. He looks ready to collapse!"

A girl bolted off while two others came to help you. A freckle faced red haired girl of perhaps fifteen, and a black haired but pale girl maybe a year younger.

"Settle 'im here," the red head said in an accent you didn't recognise, ambling him towards the pews, "Sodom and Gomorrah he's heavy!" The black haired girl flicked her for her blaspheme.

"Mind yer tongue Maggie Ui Harra," she said.

"Mind yours, Etain Ui Niall," she shot back, "And your eyes too, I see what you're lookin' at."

Etain blushed. "As if you weren't!" she shot back, tracing a hand over Solomon's abdomen.

The girl who ran, who might be perhaps ten or eleven, returned with Adelheid. She gasped in shock.

"Take him to my chambers at once!" hell, you groaned as you picked Solomon back up, and Solomon groaned too. It set a terrible clutch in your stomach. With the help of Maggie and Etain you settle him in Adelheid's chamber.

(cont.)

>>35194377
I believe in Hugo. He will be boss.

>>35194338
>>35194340

Stats
Lead: 60
War: 77+2 (79)
Int: 69
Cha: 72

Jesus, Hugo's stronger than Wilhelm at age 13. His intelligence is basically comparable with Wilhelm too.

>>35194399
One things for sure, he won't be the same dude once we see him again

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>Felt so warm and comfy with victory last thread
>This thread

>>35194405
>"Mind yer tongue Maggie Ui Harra," she said.

>"Mind yours, Etain Ui Niall," she shot back, "And your eyes too, I see what you're lookin' at."

Fucking highlanders & their blood fueds

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>>35194426

Crusader Quest in a nutshell

>>35194432
Sounds like Ui Harra talk to me

>>35194405

LOL IRISH

JAYSUS FOOKIN CHRIST

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>>35194412
>Hugo's mom was genetically superior to Wilhelm's

He's the true son, Wilhelm is the bastard

Adelheid pushes you from the room. "You did well Hugo," she said, kissing you on the cheek, "But you can't see this. Go pray for him in the church."

The door closed behind you as you saw a knife produced. Oh God, keep him safe.

Etain and Maggie both hung about the door, and they looked at you curiously, Maggie smiling, swaying on her heels, but Etain fidgeting with her cloth and looked around you as much as at you.

> wait with the girls
> go pray in the church proper

>>35194446
>> wait with the girls

Damn Irish

>>35194439
Shut yer mouth Ui Niall

> go pray in the church proper
DEUS VAULT SOLOMON WILL LIVE!

>>35194433
a rollercoaster of emotions

>>35194446
> go pray in the church proper

We are a good christian

>>35194446
> wait with the girls
Going to the real church will bring attention

>>35194446
>> go pray in the church proper

>>35194446
>> wait with the girls

Keep an eye out for constables.

Fuck da police

>>35194449
>>35194451
>>35194458
Who else will be in the proper church guys?
God comes after our survival.

>>35194446
>go pray in the church proper

We're much holier than Wilhelm!

>>35194446
>> wait with the girls

It's time for Hugo to take up Wilhelm's mantle.

>>35194446
> wait with the girls

>>35194446
>> wait with the girls

>>35194446
> wait with the girls
Hugo still has the letters.

>>35194472
SHUT YER MOUTH UI NIALL

> go pray in the church proper

>>35194472
They wouldn't dare violate the sanctity of the house of God by arresting us in Church right? RIGHT?

>>35194500
Yes they would, and if they wouldn't, they'd wait just outside.

>>35194500
They are gonna drag us out of the church, then arrest us.

>>35194446
> go pray in the church proper
We need GOD'S blessing in our endeavour!

I wonder if we know any Latin...

>>35194446
> wait with the girls

>wait with the girls

I think this guy's more "holy" thab the girls.

>>35194497
>>35194514
Why're you guys being so stupid? We need to retain a low level of attention, going out in plain sight is not a good idea.

>Hugo takes after Willhelm

eh It must be a Koblenz thing

>>35194535
Their father also has it

OP If you killed off Wilhelm I will find you and stab your dick I swear on me mum

>>35194528
>Implying a thirteen year old is thinking with his head not his heart

>>35194549
>implying a thirteen year old is thinking with his heart and not his dick

He wants dem Irish potatoes

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>>35194565
so basically Hugo is a less charismatic Willhelm with less reverence for the hereafter?

>MFW

we black knight soon!

Goddamnit guys, dont corrupt Hugo. He is a good boy

You wait. Prayer would come -after- Solomon was saved. You'd seen enough people die to know prayer offered little help in their survival. You'd killed enough men now to know that their last prayers meant nothing compared to your spear in their gut. Or their throat. Or their eye.

Your arm shook, a phantom memory of the crunch of your spear in a body.

"So who are ye?" Maggie asked, "Come knockin' on our door near midnight."

"It's just past nine," Etain admonished but Maggie rolled her eyes.

"Hugo," you say.

"I'm Maggie," the red head said, "From Dublin y'know." You didn't, you'd never heard of the place. "And this is Etain, from out Connacht way. Where you from?"

"Koblenz," you said. You heard Solomon howl and started at the door.

"Who is that Nubian to ye?" Etain asked.

"My brother," you said it as pure reflex, eyes on the door.

The girls exchanged a look and you saw Maggie smile, biting her lip, while Etain let out a flushed huff. Maggie traced the pommel of your sword.

"Yer a right interesting lad," she said, "But standing here won't help him none. Come back to our chamber and we'll see you situated for the night, get some rest."

"We share a room, and it's a little slice of hell," Etain said, plucking some stray dirt from your shoulder. "But maybe we can fix it up for you."

What need have you for a night's rest while Solomon was under the knife?

"Adelheid will care for him," Maggie said, touching your arm.

> go with the girls
> keep your vigil

>>35194613

Blame the Irish wenches not us.

>>35194617
>> keep your vigil

>>35194617
>> keep your vigil

Bros over Irish hos

Hugo's never going to get laid

>>35194617
>Keep your vigil

We might not be a knight yet, but I'll be good god damned if we aren't gonna act like one.

>>35194617
> keep your vigil

>>35194617
>> keep your vigil

>>35194617
>> keep your vigil

stupid sexy Chivalry

>>35194617

Ho boy, damn redheads, spawn of devil

BONER STOP

>>35194617
>keep your vigil

Get your filthy potatoes away from me. Also enjoying yourself while your valuable subordinate suffers is unbecoming of a lord

>>35194668
can't stop the devils own anon

What did I say? These nuns are succubus(succubi,succubusses?)
>stay vigil
Make them work for it

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>>35194668

Redheads are pure anon

>>35194617
>> keep your vigil

If they are going to seduce us, they will have to bring their A-game

>>35194697
I'm still hoping Hugo acquires a qt. Yandere redhead

>>35194757
>implying he wont end up with Sabeen

>>35194643
Sure he will. Sabeen and Chiri exist

>>35194760
>Implying he has to end up with Sabeen to have a qt. Yandere waifu

>>35194771

We are going to cockblock him forever.

You push her hand aside, and take up across the corridor, eyes on the door. Maggie frowned, flipped her hair with a cough.

"I heard Germans were a fun lovin' lot, not grim stoics," she said, crossing her arms very deliberately beneath her breasts. Etain smirked at her 'friend' but did the same. "Well, we'll not leave you all on your lonesome." Maggie sighed, rolled her eyes.

"So, have you ever killed anyone before?" Etain asked, looking at you sword.

"Yes," again, sharp and reflexive. It made the girls wince, but you corrected something. "Not with this though, with a spear."

Your answer made the girls both retreat and draw forward as well, a mix of horror and fascination on their faces. They must not have much time out in the world, it was not an unusual quality. Though, as you reckoned it Wilhelm had not seen a killing battle until his fifteenth year. So you had three or near enough on him.

Solomon did not cry out again, and soon you heard his voice but could not understand his words, low but feverish and rumbling, and you heard Adelheid answer, a muffled feminine sound rather than true words also.

"Ooh!" Maggie's eyes twinkled, pressing her ear against the door.

"You're a sinner by birth, Maggie," Etain said, but had her ear against the door as well.

"Aren't we all?" Maggie replied.

That was certainly curious, particularly the shocked giggle Etain gave.

> press your ear to the door
> respect Solomon's privacy

>>35194804
> respect Solomon's privacy

>>35194804
>> respect Solomon's privacy
"And you ladies should aswell"

>>35194804
> respect Solomon's privacy
He must be telling Adelheid about what happened.

>>35194804
> press your ear to the door

>>35194804

Press your ear goddamnit Solobro

>>35194804
>Respect his privacy

They'll probably just blurt what they heard out loud anyway, and we keep the moral high ground

>>35194804
>> press your ear to the door

>>35194804
> respect Solomon's privacy
Pray in the hall

>>35194804
>respect Solomon's privacy

>>35194804
>respect Solomon's privacy

>>35194804
>"I heard Germans were a fun lovin' lot, not grim stoics,"
"Those would be the Italians."

>respect Solomon's privacy
Let's get prayan, nothing to see or hear here

>>35194959
But anon we have to protect him from these two succubi, someone has to guard the door

>>35194971
Too late, he's got one of his own.

Meanwhile we have to protect OURSELVES from those two succubi.

I swear nuns in 1134 are naughtier than those in anime.

>>35194982
Dont worry, we just have to find out what Wilhelm would do, and then not do that

>>35195002
>Dont worry, we just have to find out what Wilhelm would do, and then not do that

No, anon, we must do what Wilhelm would have done. It's the only way

>>35194804
>>35194822
Seconding this

You stay where you are with arms crossed, watching the giggling girls. But even you can hear the low moan that was soon coming forth, and you knew it wasn't Solomon. You blushed despite yourself. You'd heard the night sounds of men and women before, your brother and his girls, Solomon and his. You'd seen Solomon disappear into a stable with two farm girls while retrieving his horse what felt ages ago, and had stood awkwardly outside and waited for him to finish, keeping an eye out for their brothers and husbands. It was your lot it seemed, to stand about awkwardly while pretty girls made off with bigger, stronger, better looking men.

You remember lying up at night, consumed with thoughts of all the women you'd met, while listening to the moans of your brother's slave girl.

And you watch those girls blush bright red and wring hands in their shifts as they eavesdropped on such an engagement, though you wondered how Solomon could muster such strength.

These girls were meant to be for holy service, that woman meant to be a bride of Christ. Yet Solomon made Christ a cuckold. You felt sick.

But then you squeezed your eyes and prayed that Solomon would be alright and recover in full. Because he was your brother. And you prated for Wilhelm, who might be locked up in a cell in some dungeon. Your brother, your only family.

He could have all the girls, he could have Sabeen, if he would just be delivered safely from bondage. You would give up all lust and worldly aims just to see his smile, feel his hand ruff your hair again. You felt like crying over it all, but knights don't cry.

And you would, you would sleeeep. Your head rocked forward as you slipped away.
-
You awoke in a strange bed, and a strange room. You blinked bleary eyes as a shape came solid. A girl shape, a fuzzy outline, and it was lifting something, a cloth?

Black hair and pale milk skin, lit by a crack of sun light.

> close your eyes and preserve your virtue!
> blink the sleep from your eyes and sit up

>>35195010
> blink the sleep from your eyes and sit up

>>35195010
>> blink the sleep from your eyes and sit up

>>35195010
>> blink the sleep from your eyes and sit up
Curses Succubus!

>>35195010
>> close your eyes and preserve your virtue!

>>35195010
>blink the sleep from your eyes and sit up

This is not a time to be off our guard. If it's lewdity, tell that Irish she-devil we'll have no truck with it. If it's anyone trying to catch us off guard, they get a broken nose and some bruised balls.

>>35195010
> close your eyes and preserve your virtue!
"E-evil te-temptress b-begone!"

>>35195010
>He could have all the girls, he could have Sabeen, if he would just be delivered safely from bondage. You would give up all lust and worldly aims just to see his smile, feel his hand ruff your hair again. You felt like crying over it all, but knights don't cry.

Hugo is a true brother and knight

>TFW Wilhelm is being interrogated and tortured right now
>Tfw they're breaking his nose in revenge for Solomon's fist
>Tfw they're preparing his execution

>>35195010
> blink the sleep from your eyes and sit up

>Yet Solomon made Christ a cuckold. You felt sick.

Lighten up, Hugo!

>>35195082
>Passing up the plot hook where we meet Wilhelm again but he's lost his smile

pls

>>35195082
>Tfw unknowing victim
>Tfw your torturers are breaking shit that already broken
>Tfw you did nothing wrong
>Tfw castration
>Tfw you never got the royal maidenhead

>>35195098
Wilhelm losing the Koblenz smile that makes even the most weary of men take heart and make women weak in their knees and their hearts beat fast.

Truely a fate worse than death

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>>35195098
>>35195119

You just watch, Hugo's going to protect Wilhelm's smile.

>>35195145
It's already been a day. Maybe if we rolled higher....

>>35195145
Falling prey to rapist nuns isn't the best course of action, though

>>35195163

Better than falling prey to rapist priests.

Just lie back and think of the Holy Land

>>35195145
>Day of Wilhelms execution
>axe is about to drop
>a sudden stirring of white doves as the axeman is cut down by a figure clothed in pure white

DEUS VAULT!!!

>>35195173
>Better than falling prey to rapist priests.
Good point, going to a nuns' convent was the right thing

>>35195196
>Good point, going to a nuns' convent was the right thing

Hugo is a smart boy

You scrub the sleep from your eyes and sit up. Etain pulled the shift off from around her head, her black hair a shock. Her skin was not all pale white, she had light freckles along her thigh, and her nipples were a light pink. She did have breasts, little cups that sat high on a proud chest.

You are a thirteen year old boy, and you harden visibly through the sheets.

"Well lad, that's certainly not boyish," Maggie said, propped up at the foot of the bed. You see some blankets scattered on the ground, and only one other bed. Maggie had slept on the floor, and given you her cot.

Etain saw you at last and burned red, gathering her shift up to cover herself. But you caught sight of a different little shock of black hair before she could.

Thank god she did not scream.

You were bare chested and, you could feel, naked below the waist as well. Your clothes and armour were by the doorway, though your sword was missing.

Maggie had it in hand.

"I'll give it back to ye," she said, "If you give us a gander at yer..." her eyes flicked to the tent you'd made in the bed. "Come on, you owe Etain as much fer pervin' on her."

"I suppose you do," Etain said, sitting on her bed, still clothed only in her gathered shift. A giggle passed between the girls.

> fine (stand for their inspection)
> not on your life

>>35195210
>f-fine

>>35195210
>> fine (stand for their inspection)

Lets play their little game, maybe even show off his scares

>>35195210
>> not on your life

>''Remember your vows sister''
>yes what were they again?

Fun fact: a scenario much like this happened to me when I was thirteen (though the exact circumstances were rather different). That's all I'll say on that.

>>35195210
>> not on your life

>>35195210
>> fine (stand for their inspection)

Try not to cry

>>35195210
>> fine (stand for their inspection)
Pose for them.

We've seen big brother do something similar for the ladies before

Rolled 64 (1d100)

Hugo will be the biggest Paladin of Jerusalem and saves the day

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>>35195230
Fucking ephebophile women

>>35195210
>fine

What could possibly go wrong?

>>35195230
Op lead a blessed life

you had Willhelm for a brother didn't you?[/spoiler[

>>35195210
>f-fine

We doujin now

>>35195210
Get ye clothes and wear them. And look for your sword. The metal one, not the one between your legs.

>>35195210
>inb4 someone walks in

CURSE YOU KOBLENZ LUCK!!!!!!!

Goddamnit we're supposed to rescue Onii-chan and this is what we get.

Holy City my ass.

>>35195230

Desire to know more intensifies

>>35195210
>> fine (stand for their inspection)

>>35195300

That's Onii-sama to you!

>Hugo will never be pure for Sabeen

I have to ask HF, do you prefer us scared/sad/angry like this?
Or do you like it when we're happy and content?

>>35195321
>Hugo gets NTRed by Saladin's uncle

Hugo had a hard life

>>35195390
Everyone is going to have a hard life after this affair if it goes wrong and historical.
At least it would explain why Iovetta was all saintly and chaste.

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>>35195418
>lovetta never loved again
>Wilhelm never becomes king of Alexandria
>The crusader states never survive

>>35195449
>Solomon died a petty bandit
>Orlando was forgotten even before he was executed
>Chiri was left without her master, left to drift for the rest of her life without purpose or place

You pull the bed sheet off and stand, hold your arms out. Maggie elicits a delighted gasp and Etain's eyes grow very wide. "I didn't think you'd take me serious!" the red haired Dublin girl said, grin wide and burning as bright as her hair.

"You're um," Etain blinked, "You are um, um." She buried her head in her shift, unable to keep looking, but still giving the occasional peep.

You've a scar on your leg from a Saracen spear, and one small one on your chest from a Turk dart that had just barely punched through your maille, softened enough to save you by the gambeson. You had another across your left arm from catching a bad axe blow in your first 'real' fight. All these things you didn't notice at first, but you were picking up scars with worrying rapidity.

So long as you focused on your scars you did not think about the hot eyes of the girls peering at you, you resisted the hard urge to blush. You could do little for that hard thing 'tween your legs however.

Maggie had a hand reached out as if to touch the scar on your leg, or something else down there.

"I never seen a naked man that weren't my brother," she said, "And not past six and all in a tub together." She grinned, her chin thrust out and tongue half poked through her teeth.

> and what about you Maggie? Fair is fair
> enough of this nonsense (you get clothed)