>>35360675
>> ask for Sir Raymond, your rescuer

Gotta thank the rescuer first

>>35360675
>> ask for Franz, your old friend
>>35360685
Not asking for our oldest friend anon, shame on you

>>35360675
>> ask for Franz, your old friend

Hugo ain't as ''proper'' as Wilhelm

>>35360675
Franz

We need to figure out what the fuck is going on.

>>35360692
Sir Raymond earned first dibs with his killer jump move. I don't see Franz striking down bitches like that

>>35360675
>> ask for Franz, your old friend

We should start gathering at the abbey

>>35360719
Aniki can Impress us later anon

>>35360733

He already impressed us, now we need to get Sempai to notice us

You open your door a crack. One of Sir Raymond's 'squires' was on duty. A sober young Syrian man a few years your elder named Thomas.

"Could you get Franz for me?" you asked in Greek. He nodded, and went to fetch him. You retired to your bedside, wincing at the pain in your chest, sat and rubbed at it. The strange bumps across your flesh still seemed unnatural and wrong, and your healing flesh closing around them occasionally gave you great pain and discomfort.

Franz came bow legged through the door, an unusually large grin on his usually sour face. It was...off-putting.

"Hugo m'boy!" he said, grabbing you around the shoulders. He did not hug you too hard, but he did kiss your cheek. "Good to see you standing." He rubbed your bristly head, a light crop of blond hair starting to regrow.

He sat and produced an apple, cutting it in half and offering one part to you.

> tell him about your adventures
> ask him about his adventures

>>35360837
>> tell him about your adventures
>> ask him about his adventures

>>35360837

Both goddamn it

But

> tell him about your adventures

comes first so we can tell him about how we are getting the band back together

>>35360837
>> tell him about your adventures

>>35360837
>> tell him about your adventures
>> ask him about his adventures

>>35360862
HUGO: "I slept with two young nuns and oil-wrestled Sabeen. She later put on a dress for me and fed me dinner. What did you do?"

FRANZ: "... Fuck you, Hugo."

>>35360919
He truely is Wilhelm's brother

>>35360919
>Meanwhile Wilhelms Koblenz sense is tingling

>>35360919
So chivalrous!

>>35360919
B-but they are not nuns

"We have a lot to talk about," you say, stretching your back. So much time bedridden had left you with bed sores. Franz munched his apple and nodded.

You fill him in on all your adventures, leaving nothing out. You mentioned your efforts to find them, of finding Tancred and Solomon, and your adventures in the Abbey. You stuttered a little and maybe didn't tell him everything about the Irish girls, but you covered your entrance to the palace, and when he heard of Wilhelm's fate he breathed a sigh of relief.

"God be good," he said, wiping his face, "I hope the Queen keeps him safe."

Then you talked of meeting with Sabeen. Though again, you did not quite say everything. Except that you wrestled and beat Sabeen fair and square.

Franz snorted. "Good, a woman has no place on the battlefield." Hmm.

Finally you came to your fight with the guard. "Sir Raymond has shown good judgement," Franz said, "He's kept us safe. Me and a couple of the Jaffa soldiers. We are careful how we move and have so far gone undetected. Master Benicio saved my life as well." He showed you his forearm, a knotted arrow mark in the back of it.

Before he can tell you more you suddenly feel very fatigued from your long conversation.

"Rest up lad," he said, motioning to the bed, "We'll speak on the morrow."

You rest, and slumber deep, dreaming of oiled black skin, and a writhing lithe body trapped under your own.

When you awake you find the other Squire, George, putting out a bowl of pottage. He gave you a smile.

> send for Sir Raymond
> finish our talk with Franz

>>35360930
>>35360951

SOLOMON: "Ah, my friend, it is good to see you free once again. While you have been imprisoned, I have had my way with Adelheid many times. You must miss the company of women, no?"

WILHELM: "Not really. Every time the serving wenches came to bring me my meals, they ended up tripping and falling onto my dick."

SOLOMON: ...

>>35361004
>send for Sir Raymond sempai

>>35361004
>> finish our talk with Franz

>>35361004
>> finish our talk with Franz

>>35361004
Finish Franz, then Raymond

>>35361004
>Send for Sir Raymond

>>35361004
awesome, you are back.
>> finish our talk with Franz

You ask him to get Franz, and as he leaves you settle down on your bed. Your sword is propped by the bedside and you take it up, draw it. The keen edge had been cleaned and smoothed out. You wondered what had become of the man Raymond had killed when Franz arrives.

He sees you looking at your sword and has a queer expression on his face. None the less he says nothing on what he is thinking, and closes the door behind him.

"Tell me what happened," you said, and he nodded.

"Well when that constable came they came quick," he said, "And had snatched up Orlando and some soldiers before we had time to blink. Sir Raymond pulled me out the back way. They had a couple archers stationed, and did for one of Hugh's men and peppered my arm. Sir Raymond killed two men quick as a flash in our escape, dragged me half way across town. I was useless with that shaft in my arm.

Anyway, he got us to the house of a local knight. Specifically, a local knight who is currently in Oultrejordan with Lord Pagan, but whose young wife is still here. She gave us shelter in exchange for...well, a private settlement with Sir Raymond. Still we would have been done for if Thomas and George hadn't smuggled us out when the Constable and his men turned up. Stable hands originally, but Sir Raymond has taken them on as squires." He took a break from his story to drink some wine. "Anyway. It was while looking for a surgeon for me that we found three of Hugh's men, and we were lucky to find a surgeon at all. Benicio was meant to travel back to Acre a week ago but was waylaid by talk of raiders on the high road. Fortune smiles on us."

Sir Raymond had been disappearing most days on 'excursions' but other than that Franz had little to say. They spent most of their time in doors, away from the windows. Franz seems fidgety to be inside for so long, and asks after Solomon most of all.

> we should move to St Anne's
> we should bring our friends here
> leave off such talk for now and send for Sir Raymond

>>35361273
Send for Raymond, gotta pay our respects

>>35361273
>he gave us shelter in exchange for...well, a private settlement with Sir Raymond

are we sure he isn't a scion of house Koblenz?
> leave off such talk for now and send for Sir Raymond

>>35361273
> we should move to St Anne's

>>35361273
>> leave off such talk for now and send for Sir Raymond

>>35361273
Send for Raymond, bring up moving

>>35361273
>> leave off such talk for now and send for Sir Raymond

>>35361288
Honestly half a dozen men coming from a Nunnery would be sus as all fuck

>>35361273
> leave off such talk for now and send for Sir Raymond

St. Anne's may be affiliated with the Queen but I wouldn't be surprised if the King has eyes on it. If we gather too many people there he may make a move.

>>35361340
>>35361348
Should we then move the rest of the team to here or outside to Sabeen ?

>>35361285

No, he's good at fighting and wrecking bitches

>>35361384
But does he have a Lion Hat ?

>>35361370
We can definitely bring it up. Sir Raymond seems to know what he's doing so it'd be good to get his input.

"Do you mind sending for Sir Raymond?" you asked. Franz nodded and rubbed his hand over your head. He hitched out the room and left you alone. You sat a while thinking about the cut that had opened you up.

Finally Sir Raymond arrived.

He gave you a grin. "Good to see you up, lad," he said, "You took a nasty cut. We feared you might not wake at all."

You knew little of this Sir Raymond, but he had saved your life and Franz had vouched for him.

"You saved my life," you said.

"Think nothing of it," he replied, going to stand by the window. He had an air of natural authority about him. A man born to inherit great lands and titles. He was very impressive in his bearing, and handled a sword well.

> what brought you to Jerusalem, really?
> what news of the city and my friends?

>>35361409
> what brought you to Jerusalem, really?

Bit it was Chiri.

>>35361370
>>35361404
Maybe if we could gain access to Wilhelm he could give Hugo orders to relay geo-political orders I.E telling Hugh & Co. not to freak out and rebel.

> what brought you to Jerusalem, really?
It was Chiri I swear she's got Yoko syndrome

>>35361409
>> what news of the city and my friends?

Information pertaining to the situation at hand.

>>35361409
>what brought you to Jerusalem, really?

"Why are you really here?" it niggled at the back of your mind. He had invited himself along so suddenly. "What are your real plans in Jerusalem."

He plucked at his cloak and grinned. "To meet a beautiful woman, and arrange a match," he blew the lint out the window before turning to you, leaning against the frame. "Hodierna, of course!" he said, "She is young, unwed, and beautiful. A princess as well. I'd hoped to meet her and arrange a betrothal."

He shrugged. "And I do not mind a bit of adventure in the mean time," he said, "Keeps the wits sharp, and sword arm sharper."

That seemed honest, but you were not one for guile so who knew if he had another unspoken motive.

> I think we should move to St Anne's
> I think we should gather here
> I think we should camp outside the walls

>>35361508
Outside

>>35361508
>"To meet a beautiful woman, and arrange a match,"

OH NONONONONONONONONONONONONONO

>>35361508
Ask him to bring Franz in here aswell and ask them what they think we should do.

Either move everyone here or move out to Sabeen

>>35361508
>> I think we should move to St Anne's

>>35361508
>> I think we should move to St Anne's

The place is under the influence of the queen, unlike this location. We'd be better protected there.

Hugo will also get some good medical care there.

>>35361533
see >>35361340
>>35361348

>>35361508
>> I think we should move to St Anne's

>>35361508
> I think we should camp outside the walls

Saint ann's is a terrible Idea as others have already noted

>>35361577

As compared to a location not being controlled by the Queen? At St Anne's the worst that could truly happen is the lot of us being arrested and placed together with Big Bro. Considering that the Queen already has plans in motion to clear our names, that won't be too much of a hindrance. Unlike say a more secluded location where reporting eyes are not available, our companions could be captured, killed or made hostages.

>>35361508
Inform with this location our allies our split up into four places. Ask him if he thinks we should remain separate or consolidate somewhere. (Those at the palace aren't going anywhere of course.)

>>35361615
The King could also condem members of St. Anne's as conspirators against the crown harboring a large group of armed men with ties to man suspected of conspiracy to rebel. If used well he could undercut the queen's powerbase using us as the scapegoat.

>>35361615
>Unlike say a more secluded location where reporting eyes are not available

It's in the city itself, hardly a secluded place

>our companions could be captured, killed or made hostages.

as opposed to capturing us all & finding contextual evidence that the queen was in collusion with a traitor & planned to rebel with her lover.

It would get everyone at the abbey killed/raped/tortured/exiled & would make the situation unfathomably worse

Instead of suggesting anything directly, you ask Sir Raymond his opinion.

"Where spread out all over Jerusalem," you said, "Should we all gather some place, like a church or here?"

Raymond made a brushing gesture. "No, of course not," he said, "If we all gathered in one place we would attract too much attention. Better to remain hiding, and contacting one another through trusted agents. There is always the risk of discovery, but should we be spread out at least they do not catch us all in a single net." He tapped his foot and rubbed his chin, fingering the cleft dimple in the middle. "Let us keep as we are, but arrange for trusted locals as go between. I have my boys, perhaps someone at your Abbey can be trusted to ferry messages around."

You couldn't think immediately of a good helper there.

"I'll need you to go and arrange it," he said, "When you are strong enough to walk. In the mean time I have some business to deal with. Pigs to feed you understand." He made a chopping gesture and winked, then he left.

You remain alone for the rest of your recovery, your companions drawn on other duties too busy to spare more than small friendly exchanges. Only the Syrian squires for company and they are not much for conversation. Finally after a week you feel strong enough to leave, and Benicio plucks out your stitches. "Go with god," he said, handing you your tattered vestments.

> head to St Anne's
> go to the palace (roll 1d100, best of three)
> go to Sabeen's camp

>>35361755
>Where
We're.

Fuck!

>>35361755
>> head to St Anne's
and ask for Adelheid help to get into
> go to the palace (roll 1d100, best of three)

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>35361755
>> go to the palace (roll 1d100, best of three)

>>35361755
>> head to St Anne's
First thing we do
>> go to the palace (roll 1d100, best of three)
Second thing

>>35361755
Got to inform the queen about our prisoner.

>>35361755
>> head to St Anne's

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>35361784

>>35361786
why do we need to do that?

>>35361807
potential piece of the puzzle, also she could arrange for the ransom.

>>35361807
So she know everything she has to her disposal to get Wilhelm free

>>35361786
I definitly want to do that, but first we should check in at the Abbey. We've been missing for over a week.

>>35361755
>> head to St Anne's

>>35361849
True. Don't need Solobro assaulting and capturing the palace on his own.

You pull up the hood of your robe and give Benicio a smile as you leave. The old physician just waves you away.

Truth, you had seen little of Raymond's hideaway, and you discovered soon enough it was not rightly his alone. It was a hospice, one for lepers, and run by the green crossed knights of Lazarus. You passed a stinking old woman all bound up in rags, being led by a young man in knightly garb with rags of his own on his face. He gives you a friendly nod as you pass.

Suddenly you feel a paranoid itch in your chest, but try to ignore it as you quicken your step.

Jerusalem was growing easier to navigate. You only had to find Jehoshaphat Road to find the way to St Anne's, and directions were freely given by a woman leading a mule to market.

When you came walking through the church doors it was to no fanfare. Only a few novices were about, and lay people of no standing, to notice. And only one of them knew you.

Etain seemed at least a little surprised, if not enthralled by your appearance. "Wasn't sure if you'd be back," she said, "Your friends have been in quite a stir, checking the streets for you." There was something different about her bearing, but you couldn't put a finger on it. "We've given your room over to a woman from Norway."

> go find a companion (nominate)

>>35361985
> go find a companion (nominate)
Adelheid

>>35361985
Solobro.

...are we about to be sold out?

>>35361985

Etain got the D

>Find Solomon and Adelheid

With any luck, those two will be together.

>>35361985
> go find a companion Solomon

>>35361985
>> go find a companion (nominate)

Solomon and/or Adelheid

You look for Solomon, and think to first check Adelheid's room. Sure enough he was there, with the nun as well. She worked at her desk, writing something. Solomon sat on her bed, a haggard look on his face.

One that lifted at the sight of you.

"Brother," he came off the bed, and took you in a fierce embrace. You returned it. When he released you he was smiling and bright again. Cupped your head in his large hands. "You look older," he said, thumbing at your eyelids, "Are you sick?"

You remembered the lepers and dearly hoped not. What you do is pull down your shirt, and show him your new scar. He whistles at the sight of it, runs a finger down it. It was pretty impressive, in your own opinion.

"That's a story," he said, "And no doubt explains where you have been these last days."

> tell him your story
> ask him what has happened since you had gone

Man, Raymond is some kind of sikrit agent ay?

I bet he looks like tom cruise too

>>35362120
>> tell him your story

>>35362120
> tell him your story

Then ask Adelheid for help to get into the Palace and tell Solomon to check up on Sabeen's group

>>35362120

Both

>>35362120
> tell him your story

"I got caught in a bad place," you said, "One of Fulk's men. But he was dealt with by Sir Raymond, and they took me to a physician."

It really wasn't much of a story, but the mention of Sir Raymond had Adelheid's attention as well. "We've been looking for that man," she said, "He has been a ghost. Some glimpses here and there, but we cannot find a house to put him to."

"He's with the knights of St Lazarus," you said, "And wishes to stay there. He wants to arrange communication. People to ferry messages between our groups. Someone trustworthy."

Solomon nodded. "Makes sense. But trust is rare currency, least of all in Jerusalem."

"What's happened since I've been away?" you ask. The both scowled in time.

"Nothing good," Adelheid said, "A summons sent out for Count Hugh and Lord Gerard to explain their actions before the high court, and those talking out against the king have been attacked. Common folk and noble alike. I think the stress is building on Fulk and he might do something foolish."

That didn't sound good.

"I'd hoped to go into the palace and speak with the queen," you said.

Adelheid thought on it but shook her head. "I'd wait until the morrow. Ever since a number of Fulk's men have disappeared he has grown suspicious. I was subjected to a search just yesterday, most improperly I might add." She shuddered.

"We'll make up a new room for you," she said, "But be at peace Hugo, you are in the house of God and safe. Enjoy your afternoon."

She ushered you out and Solomon waved a farewell just as the door closed behind you. The two were insatiable.

> browse the Abbey for something interesting (roll 1d100, best of three)
> go find someone you know (nominate)

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>35362232
>> browse the Abbey for something interesting (roll 1d100, best of three)

Adventures!

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>35362232

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>35362232
>> browse the Abbey for something interesting (roll 1d100, best of three)

girls?

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>35362232

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>35362232
> browse the Abbey for something interesting (roll 1d100, best of three)

Holy shit Raymond ! Careful of this Raymond dude!

>>35362285
he's a friend..... for now

You decide to check the Church for something interesting. Something about this all has left you feeling foul, and you stride down the corridor in a black mood. You spy Maggie slipping out of a room with a flushed face, smoothing her skirt. She gives you a smile and a wink as she passed.

What the hell was that about? You wondered what was going on with them, suddenly missing the way they teased you earlier.

You grumble, and head into the chapel.

You find a woman kneeling at prayer, her head uncovered. She had dark brown locks trimmed short around her ears and a strong jaw, long lashes. Even kneeling you could see she was tall for a woman.

She opened an eye and noticed you, smiled.

"Good day," she said in a fluting accent. She stood. Maybe she was not as tall as you'd thought, but she was taller than you. She wore simple pilgrim garb but it cut well, her rope belt forming the cloth about her hips more tightly than it otherwise would have.

"I am Helena, from Sweden way, and you?" she offered you a hand.

> Hugo, from Germany
> So you're the pilgrim that stole my room!

>>35362343
>> Hugo, from Germany

>>35362343

Kolbenz, Hugo Kolbenz

>>35362343
>> Hugo, from Germany

Ah. Tancred and his men have been busy distributing D.

>>35362383
And Hugo passed up on it. The dumb boy.

>>35362343
> Hugo, from Germany

>>35362343
>> Hugo, from Germany
>> So you're the pilgrim that stole my room!

Fuck Wilhelm is really missing a land of Opportunity

>>35362387
Hugo has been busy getting shit done

"Hugo," you said, "Formerly of Germany."

"Formerly?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. She had a wide, generous mouth and very blue eyes. It was always your brother's plan to settle in the Holy Land some where. That made it your plan too. Beat peeling carrots back at the tavern your mother worked at. She nodded. "You must be a new initiate, of course. I am something of a patron of the Church in my home land, though I've taken no vows," she said, "I have a husband instead, unfortunately. What I'd like but to give my life to the Church."

Uh. Very interesting.

She lit a candle and finished her prayer, making the sign of the cross. As she began to leave a squabble started in the corridor. Three initiates were brawling, cussing and striking each other.

"This is a more rambunctious place than I thought it would be," she said, though not unhappily.

What the squabble was about you couldn't say, but it was Maggie breaking it up. "Take sense girls, take sense. This is a house of god!"

She earned a gob in the mouth from a skinny pale girl for that.

> step in and break it up
> just watch it unfold, who cares

>>35362471
>> step in and break it up
Behave yourself!

>>35362471

Step in a grab a feel

>>35362471
>> step in and break it up

>>35362471
>> step in and break it up

God who would ever want to watch womenfolk fight......

>>35362471
>Three initiates were brawling, cussing and striking each other.

this is what ensures when there is insufficient supply of D

>>35362486

mud wrestling?

>>35362511
how deplorable, rolling about like pigs in the mud

I have to ask, what does Levantine Knight mean?

Landed knight?

>>35362520
>Levantine
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Levantine

>>35362520
The Laventine is just the area we are in

>>35362520

Knight from levant, syria

>>35362531
>>35362533

ah, that explains it. I was searched for the term as a whole.

Thanks for the clarification.

You push into the melee and untangle the throng of girls with hard pushes and a glare.

"I'll kill you Margaret Ui Harra!" the skinny pale girl said, her eyes wild, "You vicious slut. We all know you're a whore, so don't act so pious. You deserve to die!"

Maggie, already bleeding lightly, drew back from the girl in shock.

Something in her words flared something up in you, and you bore down on the skinny girl. Who was she, some given to the Church shut-in?

"Have you killed someone?" you demanded, grabbing the girl by the wrists. She was an age with you, and you pushed her to the wall. "Have you watched someone die, violently?" She cried at your grip and twisted her arms, not daring to kick at you. "I have killed men," you said, "I have killed...many men. And had men try to kill me. I have watched friends die. They die and its not good." You shook her, hard, and felt sick to your stomach. "You are a foolish girl. A foolish girl to want to kill some one, to want to see that! You are a fool!" You slapped her across the cheek. "A fool!"

"Hugo," you heard an Irish voice say your name, pull on your sleeve. Maggie and Etain, and newly met Helena, were pulling you off the girl, and you were crying.

"He was my friend!" you said, doubling over from the sick feeling in your gut, "And I watched em'. Watched 'em kill him. Trample him up." You fought your sobs.

"Come on now soldier, come on," Maggie said, pulling you away.

> roll 1d100, average of three to try and regain your composure

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>35362622

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>35362622
Fuck

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>35362622
> roll 1d100, average of three to try and regain your composure

Hugo mad!

>>35362622
Welf was to pure for this world.

>>35362630
>>35362636
>>35362641
welp time to cry bitch tears and not get laid

>>35362630
>>35362636
>>35362641

hugo pls.

you squander all these god given opportunities

>>35362622
Hooray for barely pubescent child soldiers!

>>35362670
Reminds me of that ptsd thread with a retard that said medieval soldiers wont get ptsd

>>35362622
Well shit Wilhelm gets over the Rhine & into deep royal shit while Hugo suffers PTSD

>>35362650
Nah he'll get laid. They,the women, will see that he in emotionally damaged. Then they will fall in love and try to fix the broken man.

File: 1396305220431.jpg (35 KB, 589x554)

35 KB JPG

>>35362763
>Nah he'll get laid
>Implying Half-breed Koblenz's ever give the D
>Implying they aren't cursed to be Harem MC as fuck

>>35362782

Ichigo 100% mc laid m8

Not even with the main girl

You just couldn't. You were just tired and heavy, your heart too heavy. You let the girls all gather you up, take you into a room. Your fear was coming out in thick tears and croaking sobs.

For Welf, but more for you, and how you'd bled in the dirt of that alleyway, near dead. You had seen inside yourself and felt a brush of death, and saw nothing. You were only dimly aware of your robes being shed, and you heard the gasp.

"Mother Mary!" Etain's voice, high with shock.

"This lad has been through war," you felt a gentle hand along your scar, a mother's hand, "Aye, he's lucky to still be breathing. Hush now young warrior. No shame."

She climbed into the bed and held you, running a hand over your bristly scalp.

"Will he be well?" Maggie asked.

"Oh aye," she said, "In time. Soldier's heart some call it. If you marry a fighting man you may needs deal with it one day, though its never quite the same with each. My father was never counted the same after coming back from war. A quieter man. Sad. He'd sit some days and stare at his scars, never talked of it much. My husband used to be sweet, but came back a man of rage and thunder. It is not meant for men to kill I think, as Jesus knew."

You had nothing left in you, just a hollow feeling. Still sick, but like a stomach after it had vomited up the last bile. Now you just lay, with eyes closed, asleep but unable to sleep.

You felt another person climb into the bed, wrap you on the other side.

"And I thought ye just a boy," Maggie said soft. She had a ring of sadness to her.

You awoke very early, in the early morning dark. Maggie slumbered soft beside you, and Helena to the other. You carefully untangled yourself from between them, slipping out so as not to wake either.

Etain sat by the door, watching you. She was awake.

"You're up," she spoke a gentle whisper.

> sorry about that...outburst
> what do you care?

>>35362821
> sorry about that...outburst

It was not proper of us to do so

>>35362821
>> sorry about that...outburst

>>35362821

That I do...

>>35362699
> medieval people didn't get ptsd

O, my good lord, why are you thus alone?
For what offence have I this fortnight been
A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?
Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee
Thy stomach, pleasure and thy golden sleep? 900
Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth,
And start so often when thou sit'st alone?
Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks;
And given my treasures and my rights of thee
To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy? 905
In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch'd,
And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars;
Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;
Cry 'Courage! to the field!' And thou hast talk'd
Of sallies and retires, of trenches, tents, 910
Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets,
Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin,
Of prisoners' ransom and of soldiers slain,
And all the currents of a heady fight.
Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war 915
And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep,
That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow
Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream;
And in thy face strange motions have appear'd,
Such as we see when men restrain their breath 920
On some great sudden hest. O, what portents are these?
Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,
And I must know it, else he loves me not.

>>35362851

I know right?

>>35362821
>Etain sat by the door, watching you. She was awake.

Y-Yandere acquired?

>>35362821
> sorry about that...outburst

You cannot help but cringe at your own behavior, and clutch your arm with self-conscious embarrassment. The girl just watched you.

"I-I am very sorry," you said, shuffling your feet, "That was wrong of me to do."

She rose from her chair and stepped toward you, and touched you on the chin. She wore only her shift, and leaned forward, giving you a light kiss on the lips. Your first such.

"You've no need," she said, and kissed you again and you returned some of it this time, "Be happy Hugo, let's be happy for an hour." She drew you over toward her bed. She looked very wane, as if a breeze might just be enough to brush her apart. She sat upon her bed, and drew herself back, knee raised, her shift falling down around her waist.

> join her on the bed
> no, not like this

>>35362980
>no, not like this

b-b-but muh virtuous chivalry

>>35362980
> join her on the bed

>>35362980
>> join her on the bed

>>35362980
>No, not like this.

She pities us, and she just had multiple rounds with other guys while we were out.

>>35362980
> join her in bed.

Aha its time for el pity sex

>>35362995
Shhh anon, let her comfort him like only a woman can comfort a man

>>35362980
>> no, not like this

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>35362980

Holy shit, 1 is fuck her, 2 is nono

File: chivalry.gif (118 KB, 490x375)

118 KB GIF

>>35362995

>>35362980

important question.

are we still in the same room as the sleeping girls?

>>35362980
>no, not like this

>>35362980
>> no, not like this

w-what about S-Sabeen?

>>35363022

Mmmkay dice god

>>35363028
Yes. No, there is no orgy button.

>>35362980
>> no, not like this
We do not need her pity.

>>35363037
>other people

Well, nevermind.

>>35363037
welp Orgy or bust then

>>35363033

She is a fleeting dream anon

A forbidden fruit

The cuckold, the blue balls

>join her in the bed

>>35363037

okay. no i think hugo has more swnse then to bonk the bgirl.

not when theres two others sleeping here.

>>35362980
>> no, not like this

>>35362980
> join her on the bed

>>35363043
this guy gets it


>35362980
> no, not like this

>>35362980
>> no, not like this

>>35362980
> no, not like this

>>35363069
>>35363070
>Dat timestamp

I'm all for not doing it, but Christ Almighty, why all the samefagging?

Join her, maybe its not sexual

Lets approach this like a Harem MC

>>35362980
>> join her on the bed

>>35363077
Did it double post on me or did someone else find out there would be no orgy at the same time?

>>35363080

Deus Vault 13

>>35362980
>> no, not like this

t-too l-lewd 4 me

>>35363101

cant you see the messages are different? two anons posted at the exact same time

Shit son, get a grip, drowning yourself out in a woman's embrace isn't the answer!

Im pretty sure we only have 7-9 posters

>>35363124
what are you talking about? it's been a Koblenz remedy for centuries!

>>35362980
>> join her on the bed
Just doing what brother would had done

>>35363124
But sure hell you can snuggle tho
Who can reject snuggling?

>>35363139
but Hugo isn't Wilhelm anon he has more virtue than that!

>>35363151
He was tossing while peeking at wilhelm. Would you deny him another opportunity to wet his d?

>>35363151

You mean he has a bigger dick?

>>35363165
yes because being Hugo is suffering

>>35363165

not with an audience, i honestly believe

You draw away from her, a strange rush of emotions. "You're a lovely girl," you said, very lovely, "But I can't."

Etain gave you eyes that looked so hurt, and she folded in on herself. "Aye," she said, and pulled a blanket 'round her shoulder, "Aye."

You slipped out the room and went to the chapel, took a knee before an image of St Anne. You bowed your head and said a prayer.

Soon though you are joined by another. Maggie took a knee beside you, and gave you a tired smile. "You're a good man Hugo," she said.

Am I? you thought. You didn't think of yourself as a man. A man would have laughed at death and buried himself deep in a willing girl without a second thought. Your brother would have.

Maggie looked up to the icon of St Anne, Grandmother of Christ.

"Thank you for standin' with me," she said, "I know what they say about me. But the truth is..." she laughed, it was short and bitter. "They call me a whore but I've never done more 'an most of 'em and less than others." She laughed but it wasn't with much humour.

> can I trust you Maggie?
> keep silent

>>35363187
> can I trust you Maggie?

>>35363187

Can I trust you Maggie?

Also fuck, we hurt another woman's feeling

>>35363187
>> can I trust you Maggie?

>>35363187
>> keep silent

>>35363187
> can I trust you Maggie?

>>35363187
Jesus christ anon was right being Hugo is suffering. Giant scar across chest. Male pattern baldness. D dry as a bone.

> can I trust you maggie?

>>35363187
> can I trust you Maggie?

>>35363187
>> can I trust you Maggie?

>>35363187
>Can I trust you Maggie?

>>35363225
He's not balding, though - he just had to get one of those faggy haircuts to help with the monk disguise.

>>35363205
Better than getting syphilis or some shit.

You looked at the young woman. She had a quirk to her smile that seemed a touch wicked, and a glint in her eye that boys come to notice in particular girls, but now her eyes were sober, and her smile hard. She looked in ways more like the men-at-arms you'd met than the other novices and nuns.

"Can I trust you Maggie?" you asked, though you already felt you could.

"Can you trust me?" she asked, looking at you. A bit of that wicked grin return. "Aye, mayhap you can."

You may need to discuss it with Solomon and Adelheid first, but you thought her the right choice. She would act as your courier with Sir Raymond.

The day soon dawns and you are scrubbing the sleep from your eyes. Many are cautious around you, giving you funny looks and stepping lightly as you pass, but the men-at-arms and warriors give you respectful nods. Tancred in particular gives you a familiar cuff to the shoulder, almost fatherly.

Solomon is out of Adelheid's room, stretching in the courtyard. Adelheid watched him from a stone bench, only dimly aware of your presence. You cough to catch her attention, and her eyes snap around.

"Shall we be off to visit our friend?" she asked, standing from the stone bench.

> let's go
> not yet

>>35363305
> not yet

First talk about using her a courier

>>35363305
> not yet

suggest maggie and GO AND APOLOGISE TO ETAIN

>>35363305
>> not yet
>>35363318
but how?

i'm sorry for not fucking you?

>>35363318
This please.

Make no enemies, mend all hearts.

>>35363328
awkwardly

>>35363329
Hugo is love, hugo is life

>>35363328
By telling her that everything just so messed up that he didn't want to risk getting risk to anyone. Brother's gone and he almost died, and then he broke down and cried - apologize, say that under different circumstance we would have.

Everyone seems to forget that he's still just a kid.

>>35363378
>all those errors

I need sleep.

"Not just yet," you say, and make your case for Maggie. Adelheid is suspicious at first, but something about the way you talk has her nodding.

"If you think we can trust her, I can trust her," she said, "Now shall we go?"

"One more thing," you said, and backed away. You had to make amends, for a girl you'd embarrassed.

You found her scrubbing the floor of the chapel, hard puffs as she worked her morning chores.

"Can we speak, Etain?" you asked.

"As I work," she replied, attacking the stains that befouled the shrine to St Anne.

"I'm sorry about this morning," you said, "It was just-"

"A bad time for it, I know," she said, and then muttered something in her home tongue, "To be bold for once and turned aside is no easy thing, but I don't hate ye Hugo." She sat back, sweating but satisfied the stain was gone. Then she looked up at you. "But we could a had somethin' special. Somethin' I ain't ever offered no man before." She moved to the next stain and started to work with frustrated grunts. Ignoring you whole, but smiling at her work.

That was as good as you felt things could be for now, and you returned to Adelheid.

"And now, finally, are we off?" she asked, tapping her foot impatiently.

> yes (roll 1d100, average of three)

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>35363497
y-yes

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>35363497
>> yes (roll 1d100, average of three)

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>35363497

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>35363497
Time to meet that dead guard's ghost on the way to the palace

>>35363503
>>35363505
>>35363510
>43

oh ye gods

>/tg/ in charge of rolling dice

>>35363497
>Virgin

Oh fuck me. Guess it's better we didn't though - could have messed with our reputation, and we got Maggie to help us because of it

>>35363533
>Hugo
>Reputation

kek you so funny anon

>>35363503
>>35363505
>>35363510

From beyond the grave:
Oi, you! Stop!

>>35363539
He is by far the most virtuous character we've seen. No rep is still rep, anon. We don't want to get bad cred so soon.

Going to take a short break, be back soon. (about an hour)

>>35363497
>>35363225
>>35363173

I'm done for this thread. I hope being a pious christian will grant Hugo divine intervention when he needs it

>>35363618
honestly I don't get why we keep pushing him to be uber pious when he's already said he doesn't put too much faith in it.

> 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.

>>35363778

In this case it wasn't right. We've seen Hugo as abit shy. Hes not going to do the deed with other people in the same room.

>>35363778

Classic Paladin morale dilemma

If we pass it, we will have a holy avenger

>>35363793
Pass what. Hugo may be shy but he is in no way pious enough to be some kind of paladin. as this anon said last thread before that previous post by OP.

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

We should make Hugo more rugged and get his WAR up. We know he's a big pussy when he's already a better fighter than wilhelm. We should push his character arc to make him more confident in his abilities not make god his crutch.

>>35363842

Getting there. All these near-death situations will be an impetus for him to seek out even more ways to pump and train his war. Winning honours on the field on battle will pump his confidence.

Now we just need to stop rolling shit.

>>35363842
hang in there anon we'll get there, honestly depending on Wilhelms trial I see it going two ways: if Wilhelm survives Hugo goes on to become something of a white knight (maybe with Swan Iconography) and generally a decent human being, on the other I can see him going full Black knight & spitting upon the church if Wilhelm goes to the gallows.

>>35363842

>Pass what.

The test of faith?

Op is kill?

>>35363985

OP accepted an invitation to be happy for an hour.

>>35363985
See
>>35363596

File: Okay with this.png (7 KB, 169x194)

7 KB PNG

>>35363995

>>35363985

He is awakening his inner Koblenz and dispensing liquid justice to classy ladies at the moment

The Tower of David, the seat of King Fulk, and you were walking in yet again. Armed only with monk robes and a shaved head. You had been on a lion hunt, and this felt more dangerous. You walk with Adelheid, properly dressed in her habit and wimple, striding confidently through the gates.

Templars and Hospitallers both made common ground in the courtyards of the palace. Some knights of Lazarus also, but mostly it was common soldiery in the silver and gold of Jerusalem. You recognised some faces from Wilhelm's arrest. You recognised Sir Blaise the Templar with his white and red crossed eye patch. He talked with another Templar you were familiar with, Sir Joyce. Sir Joyce's eyes caught yours and he frowned, a flash of recognition on his face. But you were lucky, he said nothing.

You watched a crowd surround two men, who matched spears in a bout. "Elias! Elias!" they called for the younger man, who was a handsome man of broad chest and red hair. "Prince Elias!"

The older moved his spear to check a blow. They were both experts. "Joscelin!" some men in unknown livery called, but their aged patron couldn't match the younger prince. Soon he had a spear tip at his throat, and was forced to concede.

"The king's son is a mighty warrior," one soldier remarked.

"He'd make a fine king, too," his fellow added.

You continued to follow Adelheid. One soldier swaggered up, and clapped her hard on the rump, gripping her arse.

"It's a sin that such sweat meat is forbidden," the soldier slurred, pushing Adelheid back 'til she was against the wall. The man seemed drunk, and tugged at her wimple with his other hand.

> intervene!
> do nothing

>>35364031
> intervene!

>>35364031
Intervene.

>>35364031
>> intervene!

>>35364031
BLAISSSSSSSSSSSSE!!!

> intervene!

>>35364031

Intervene !

> inb4 BLAAAAIIISSEEEE

>>35364031
>> intervene!

APPLY LEG TO BALLS

>>35364045

KOBLENZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!

>>35364045
>>35364057
>>35364060
Her patron is a princess, you dunces. Contain you shonen.

>>35364081
no

we SIMON! now

REMOVE TEMPLARS FROM PREMISES

>>35364081

BLAISSSSSSSSSSSSE!!!

You grab his wrist and try to pull him off, and earn a back hand for it. "Little eunuch," he spat at you, before turning his eyes back on Adelheid. You come up and tackle the man and he roars as you grab him round the belt, throw your leg between his and toss him over your hip.

If he had not been drunk it might not have worked, but he toppled slow and sure, arms pin wheeling out as he fell. He crashed with a thud and a groan, kicking limply at you. The soldiers laughed, and with them the prince.

"A fierce little terrier you have there!" he said, spear slung over his shoulder. He cuffed your head. "A lady should be so lucky."

"He should be lucky I did not bring my mastiff," Adelheid replied. She curtsied. "Prince Elias of Anjou, it is good to see you. We were not expecting you for some time."

Elias smiled. "Oh yes, you are my little step-sister's tutor. I remember you now," he took her by the hand and bowed with a kiss, "Be sure to keep her safe from more rouges like that German. I'd hate to have more competition now that she's given up the Church."

What did he mean by that?

Elias strode off, hailing the Templars.

Adelheid gave a small hiss. "That man is bad news," she said, but took back to the path. You dogged her steps through an ornate corridor and round a flight of steps, 'til you came to a familiar chamber.

Theodore looked especially grey today. He bowed low. "Welcome," he said, his voice very shaky.

"You are well Theodore?" Adelheid asked with no small concern.

"A cold my dear," he said with a smile.

He admitted you both, and you saw pretty Hodierna and little Baldwin. Baldwin played with a toy knight and horse, showing it to his aunt.

"Very nice my prince," she said. He saw you and stumbled over, pushed you hard.

"You're it!" he said, and stumbled off with a giggle.

> chase the prince
> no time for games

>>35364142
>> chase the prince

>>35364142
>> no time for games
Sorry little prince

>>35364142
>> chase the prince

Sigh.

Indulge the prince abit.

>>35364142
> chase the prince

>>35364142
I do not like this Elias

> chase the prince
> Implying Hugo isn't going to teach Baldwin how to fight

>>35364142
> no time for games
runnin gis dangerous. I'd hate for him to trip and we get executed

>>35364142

>chase him

Ayy

>>35364171

Big Bro is going to need to step up his WAR as well.

>>35364216
Nah he got BENEVOLENCE on his side, he don't need no puny war

You hitch up your robes and chased after the prince. He gave a high pitched squeal of delight. You ran just fast enough to keep him running, but not so fast you caught him.

Hodierna clapped. "Go Winnie, go!" she cheered. Finally you caught him and he gave a grunt and smiled, crashing on the floor. He sat up with his gap toothed grin, tugged your robe. He pulled out a piece of pear and offered it to you. Being a royal, and the crown-prince at that, you could not refuse him. You took the mushed up pear, wolfed it down.

"And what brings you today?" Hodierna asked Adelheid.

She looked to you.

> I'd like to see the queen
> I'd like to see my brother

>>35364226

Not if it comes down to a duel between suitors.

Which you know it probably will.

>>35364216

Hes balls deep in CHA and STD, might aswell go all the way

>>35364235
>> I'd like to see the queen
and hear if it is possible if we can
> I'd like to see my brother

>>35364235
>> I'd like to see the queen
>> I'd like to see my brother

>>35364236
>implying the Koblenz smile would allow that

>>35364235

BROTHER!

>>35364235
>> I'd like to see the queen

What issues do we need to bring up?

>>35364235
Queen, brother needs to be freed.

>>35364246
We got the caliphs cousin and a noble muslims corpse we can use as leverage for the trial

>>35364235
>Queen

To ask if meeting brother is fine as part of the convo

>>35364236
>duel between suitors
Leave politics out of politics?

>>35364250
Was Hugo privy to knowledge of where the raiders came from? Maybe he can offer that information.

>>35364264
what

>>35364235
Queen, need to tell them about the Caliph's cousin

>>35364268
he knows who they are but not why they attacked. Or atleast not at the start. Now it is pretty obivious

>>35364289

But does he know of the stuff like the instructions to bring the Lady to the Man of the Mountains?

>>35364246
We found Raymond, for one.

>>35364295
Well he was there when the guy told us about it.

"We'd like to talk to the Queen," you said. Hodierna nodded. "And maybe my brother, if I can?"

Hodierna smiled. "Of course. I can arrange that."

"We can send for drinks while we wait," she said, motioning to a chair for you to sit. You sit and pull your legs up. You were still pretty miserable from last night. A steward came with a jug of cordial, and poured you a glass before leaving, the jug remaining on the table. It was elderberry, very sweet.

Baldwin did some tumbling. It must be very boring for him some times, you thought. Cooped up here with no other boys to play with. He didn't seem to have a friend outside his aunts and cousin. You look to Hodierna. She really was quite beautiful, as much as her sisters. Perhaps more so, than Alice at least. And yet she was already mid-twenties and still unmarried.Raymond meant to make a bid for her hand, though he was some years her junior.

> ask Hodierna why she has yet to wed
> keep your mouth shut, its a rude question

>>35364372
>> keep your mouth shut, its a rude question

File: You funny Captcha.png (24 KB, 394x271)

24 KB PNG

>>35364372
> keep your mouth shut, its a rude question
>Captchas face when

>>35364372
>> ask Hodierna why she has yet to wed

But phrase it nicely.

More closer to: 'if she is waiting for someone in particular'

>>35364372
>Just make some small talk

>>35364395
>angering the Christmas cake
asking for it.jpg

>>35364395
Anon this is really a case of stay quiet and only talk if talked to situation

>>35364372
> keep your mouth shut, its a rude question

>>35364372

Hugo pls, shut your boyslut mouth

You decide it was best not to inquire. She might take the question the wrong way.You drank more of your cordial and let the silence stretch out. The Queen was taking some time. Hodierna stifled a cough and drank some of her own, eventually pouring a cup for Baldwin as well.

"Now don't spill it Winnie!" she said with a chiding finger, "Your nice new tunic was very expensive. There are poor boys in Damascus that will kill to own a shirt so nice." The little boy took her warning seriously, drinking slow and carefully.

She huffed. "I feel like all my time is spent with children," she sad, "I'm a royal nanny."

"Uh," you replied around your cup.

"So Squire Hugo, tell me," she leaned against the table, a bright smile on her face, "How are you enjoying Jerusalem?"

> It's...uh...nice
> not at all
> laugh into your cup and try to ignore your fresh scar

>>35364493
>> It's...uh...nice

Hugo, master of small talk

>>35364493

> It's...uh...nice

>>35364493
>> It's...uh...nice

File: 1393552157524.png (361 KB, 640x360)

361 KB PNG

>>35364493
>> It's...uh...nice

>>35364493
> not at all
Pray, fight, break up nuns

>>35364493
>laugh into your cup

>>35364520
>Pray, fight, break up nuns
Sounds like a pretty good time to me

>>35364493
>> not at all

be truthful.

>>35364520
>beat not crush in wrassling,
>get almost cut in half,
>suffer PTSD

yeah It's been alright

>>35364493
> not at all

Are we going to NTR Raymond?

>>35364526
This is Hugo here. He came to squire around.

>>35364493
>> not at all

>>35364493
>Write in
"It has been....complicated"

>>35364543
really doubt that.

>>35364568
This is gewd

>>35364493
"Truthfully I fear the stress may rob me of my hair."

File: 1301005221360.jpg (28 KB, 331x319)

28 KB JPG

>>35364596

>>35364596
yes please

>>35364596
My sides
Oh Lawd
Muh sides

>>35364596
Joker Knight incoming!

>>35364596
This

File: 1328124407486.gif (2.9 MB, 250x189)

2.9 MB GIF

>>35364596

>>35364596
top kek anon

>>35364596

>hue

>>35364596
Fucking do it

>>35364596
HistoricalFiction please this

>>35364678
>>35364658
>>35364648
>>35364646
>>35364641
>>35364637
>>35364629
>>35364624
>>35364609
>>35364694
You can stop samefagging now guys

>>35364700
shitposter, pls

>>35364700

Anon pls, I only samefag twice

You blinked, and thought on all your adventures. The near deaths, the rape threats, the break down. You thought about wrestling with Sabeen. You thought about the awful hair cuts. You thought about the lepers. Mostly you thought - "I think it's making me go bald," you said the thought out loud, just staring into your cup and the dim bald reflection in it.

Hodierna and Adelheid exchanged a look.

"A ringing endorsement of our city," she replied with a very forced chuckle.

You coughed, and took another sip. This sitting in rooms and talking to women was more your brother's thing. You were meant for riding horses and scouting for enemies in the hinterland, scrabbling over rocks with only your tough little horse for company, a knife ready to deal with any surprises. Alone, with the safety of your friends hanging on your shoulders. It was where you were most at ease.

"The Queen!" Theodore's strained voice called.

"Oh do get some rest Theo!" you heard the Queen say just as she entered, an admonishing look for the sick old man, "I have a dozen young bucks that are keen to guard my door."

"A soldier does not rest when-" but the door closed on his reply.

The Queen heaved a sigh, smoothing the front of her dress across her chest. "Men can be so disgustingly stubborn some times," she said.

"Women can be a pain as well," Hodierna replied, "So don't think the alternative is any more pleasant."

You squirmed in your chair at the sight of the Queen. She wore her hair up today, held with silver pins. It must be some new fashion. And she had a warm smile for you.

"And what is the purpose of your visit Squire Hugo?" she asked, "Some news, or just the pleasure of my company?"

> tell her about Raymond
> tell her about your prisoner
> ask after Wilhelm
> just here for your pleasure m'lady. I mean the pleasure, of you. Your company, that is

>>35364792
> tell her about your prisoner

>>35364792
first
> tell her about your prisoner
then
> tell her about Raymond
and finally
> ask after Wilhelm

>>35364792
> ask after Wilhelm
> tell her about Raymond
> tell her about your prisoner

In that order

>>35364792
>> tell her about Raymond
>> tell her about your prisoner

On Her Majesty's Secret Service first, of course.

>>35364792
> tell her about Raymond
> tell her about your prisoner
> ask after Wilhelm

>>35364792
"Although the pleasure of your company is very welcome, I would not dream of wasting your precious time."
> tell her about your prisoner
> ask after Wilhelm

>>35364839
Seconding
>"Although the pleasure of your company is very welcome, I would not dream of wasting your precious time."

>>35364839
Adding something like that write in would be good

>>35364792
>> tell her about Raymond
>> tell her about your prisoner

>>35364861
>>35364839
Add this

>>35364839
Although maybe not in those exact words, add something like this please HF

>>35364839
Second

>>35364839
Or how about we just cut to the point and leave out that kind of bullshit?

>>35364819

Seconding this

>>35364839
this is too damn smooth for Hugo

File: Russian loli drinking.jpg (88 KB, 768x768)

88 KB JPG

>>35364954
Because she's the fucking Queen, that's why.

>>35364968
Hugo needs to be smooth, especially with the Queen.

>>35364968

It would be appropriate dialogue for Wilhelm, but I can't really see Hugo being quick enough on his feet to say it.

>>35364839
pls no, Historical writes better character dialogue then you