Note: It will be a short one this week. Blame Christmas.

>>36900320
Wait what? How did everything with the Nun go?
> head to the sea-fort and your waiting host

>>36900320
>> head to the sea-fort and your waiting host

Think we have let Gerad wait long enough

>>36900320
> head to the sea-fort and your waiting host

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>>36900320
>It's back

> head to the sea-fort and your waiting host
Friends can wait time to make MORE friends!

>>36900320
Ugh, fucking Christmas.

Let's go make friends.

>>36900400
dickings happened anon nothing new there

>>36900521
I would had liked to atleast say hi to Neomi
>>36900320
> head to the sea-fort and your waiting host

>>36900521
You know, of the women Wilhelm has met how many did he not give dickings?

Sabeen and the Queen?

>>36900535
>Not Jehanne
>Not having froggy Murdered
>Not turning Jehanne into our whispering rose

>>36900597
>the Queen

Yet

>>36900597
>the queen

lies also Lucca

>>36900619
Of course, just wanted to know who else we need for 100% completion.

>>36900642
Now now, we do not poach in Hugo's forest

>>36900632
Ah, you're right. Damn it. Haven't gottent any of that reverse-trap pussy either.

Get back to work Wilhelm

>>36900669
Hmm. I think we can count his success towards the completion award, he was a PC for a while after all.

With your squire by your side and your concubine in hand you fight your way through the mass of pilgrims, merchants and common folk of the city to return to the sea-fort. As ever it is a sight to behold, jutting out from the city itself, defended by the gaping, steel toothed mouth of its portcullis, a narrow band of entry to the high walls beyond.

Men armoured in the livery of Sidon and armed with spear and bow kept guard below and above, sitting idyll in conversation rather than watching the thronging mass as their duty dictated.

Indeed, your own waiting body of men kept better vigil. Though shields were at rest by knees and the more tired of them leaned upon the walls, they kept a tight company as they awaited you, overseen by Sir Etienne. Sabeen kept herself slightly separate from your body of men, chewing an apple as she watched your return.

"My lord," Etienne said. He looked quite regal, the long hem of his tabard switching in the wind coming off the ocean. The smell of the sea came with it, a strong belt that woke you from your drowsy afterglow of Adelheid's ministrations. You had left the woman a panting mess upon her bed linen, and truth be told you had struggled to walk afterward as well.

"Sir Etienne," you said, trying to mask your tiredness.

"Lord Gerard awaits," he said, motioning to the door.

You were not the only guest, of course. You knew at least of the Greek 'boy' who had been on the Roman ship, and as you checked your sword a pair of noblemen passed in the livery of Edessa. It seemed this event had attracted many kinds to it.

> ask Etienne if he has seen any other nobles enter
> do not wait, just proceed

>>36900702
>> ask Etienne if he has seen any other nobles enter

Lets know the terrain of our little battlefield

>>36900702
>You had left the woman a panting mess upon her bed linen, and truth be told you had struggled to walk afterward as well.

Good, very good

> ask Etienne if he has seen any other nobles enter

It would not help to Interrupt ''unwarranted''

>>36900702
> ask Etienne if he has seen any other nobles enter
He was at Jerusalem, he must know some we may pass over, at least.

>>36900702
> ask Etienne if he has seen any other nobles enter

"Tell me who you have seen enter," you instructed, stretching your arm out. Adelheid had put you through your paces, and left you quite rung out, "I would know the field before I enter the fray."

Etienne nodded. "It is such that I have seen many nobles of Jerusalem in attendance, as well as some knights of Antioch. But more that is interesting, nobles from distant Occitan, Toulouse and Foix. Count Alfonso of Toulouse and his troubadour companion Marcabru in particular. A cousin to Duke William of Aquitaine, Sir Christopher of Gascony, has entered as well. The two of us have an...acquaintance." He rattled off some other names, all either known to you or unimportant.

Joyce the Crusader had taken up in the city to establish a house for his Order, and was in attendance of the feast looking to make a match for his young sister. And a man named LeBrand, known as a companion to Prince Elias and supporter of King Fulk, but of no real station, was also there.

"It should in all be an interesting event," Etienne said, "Talk is had of a melee to be held, and Marcabru is to perform his latest composition. Quite a coup for Lord Gerard. All this foreign activity in Jerusalem, no doubt as a result of certain upheavals at the royal court." He gave a sniff, correcting the collar of his tabard.

"Let us be in," you instructed, motioning for your men to arm up.

You marched in between your men, who formed a column either side of you. A disciplined display giving you the appearance of a hard campaigner. A good image considering the business you were set upon. The more they thought you a skilled warrior, the more likely they were to join your cause.

You came across the stone bridge, and were admitted into the grounds itself by the seneschal. He did not recognise you as anything but the new lord of Ramla, having been just another face back in your adventures here earlier, but you remembered him.

If this is the ritzy city, perhaps we can find good trobadour here. Befriend him with music.

>>36901088
"A fine afternoon," you said, pressing his palm.

"Indeed m'lord," he said with a touch of forelock.

The courtyard of the castle had been given over to the visitors. It was an explosion of colourful pageanhtry. Knights and ladies in their finest clothes, a riot of colour with competing heraldry and realm colours. Most in evidence was Lord Gerard's men, but you saw the colours of Galille and the household of the Royal Family as well.

Lord Gerard stood far from you at the very end of the courtyard, in company with a pair of men, one whip thin and carrying a harp, the other doughty and round, but round like a barrel, his fat cheeks smooth and eyes crinkled with laughter.

"Count Alphonso and Marcabru," Etienne said, pointing them out.

Most people around you were chattering in French, and when some ladies passed they sniff and looked with wide eyes and armoured Sabeen.

"I feel like a lord's monkey," she muttered, palm upon the pommel of her sword.

Sir Joyce of the Order of St John was the only face that reared out as immediately familiar, he stood with a pretty girl of about twelve or thirteen years. When he saw you however he scowled, and you felt a prickle upon the back of your hand.

> make way to Lord Gerard
> mingle in the crowd a while and wait for him to summon you

>>36901113
>> make way to Lord Gerard

Greet our host first everything else is rude

>>36900702
knowledge os power > ask Etienne if he has seen any other nobles enter
also as for ramla, historically it was a very powerful trading town between jaffa and jerusalem. if we play play our cards right we could be a great lord from ramla alone

>>36901138
Need to have it repaired first

>>36901113
>> make way to Lord Gerard

he Invited us so it's only fair to pay respects, also we should be wary of LeBrand

>>36901113
> make way to Lord Gerard

>>36901113
>> make way to Lord Gerard

>>36900675
Trying to go after the reverse-trap just seems problematic.

>>36901113
>> make way to Lord Gerard
Okay, let us be blindsided by nobles
We'll find our Greek later

>>36901113
> make way to Lord Gerard

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>>36901182
>Problomatic

It seals the deal, they get our help getting aid for their problem & we get Byzantine aid & connections come Ascalon.

>>36901113
> make way to Lord Gerard

Tell chiri to tell us if she overhears anything we dont understand

>>36901232
Iovetta would be disappointed. The Queen would be disappointed. Jerusalem would be disappointed. Baby Jesus would be disappointed.

>>36901321
they don't have to know Anon

>>36901355
Oh, and the reverse-trap would just LOVE that, wouldn't she?

>>36900521
I wanted a paragraph about how great the dicking was, specifically in reference to Solomon the nunfucker

>all these names
I need a map with colored names for relationship levels

>>36901379
They all love it. The W is a powerful thing

You think its in your best interest to present yourself before Lord Gerard immediately, and make your way to do so. Shouldering through the crowd with a polite chuckle and nod of apology to those you jostled, soon enough you and your immediate circle of companions are standing before Lord Gerard.

He paid you no mind as he continued to speak with Count Alfonso.

You waited, he turned an eye to you but did not stop to greet you.

You waited, their chatter an alien bubble of nothing to you. When Alfonso turned his paunchy face upon you he did so with a respectful little nod.

And when they were done Lord Gerard gave you an irritated look, while the count left with a touch of his forelock, his troubadour accompanying him.

"Wilhelm," he said, not bothering with titles, "Must you be forever the centre of attention?" He gestured. "The Count of Foix was not offended, but it was most rude to interrupt our conversation like that."

"Forgive me Gerard, I only meant to pay my respects immediately upon my arrival," you said.

"Hnn, which is why you tarried to arrive in the first place. I was told your ship docked this morning, but you present yourself hours later with little explanation," the man seemed in a particularly prickly mood. He clicked his fingers and wine was brought to him. He did you the honour of pouring you a cup as well. Perhaps he was not completely sour.

"You see all these foreigners?" he said, motioning to the courtyard, "They have all come for their own reasons but they speak mostly on one subject, the dethronement of Fulk. It is an extreme irritant. The king of France is offended by our queen's actions, and they are all only too happy to tell me so." He spoke with the rumble of a coming storm, eyes dark beneath a drawn brow, those owl like eyes troubled.

"Perhaps we should give them something else to speak of," you said, your mind on Ascalon, but his words giving you some concern as well.

>>36901355
Jesus always knows

>>36901411
Gerard raised a thick corner of his brow.

You looked back to the mingling crowd of colourful nobility. How many would raise a sword to join your righteous cause? You could not say, many seemed more occupied by the game of conversation and gesture that was the intrigue of court than they were the hard steel of combat.

> speak on Ascalon
> leave it for now, for a more private setting

>>36901386
Didn't you see the pastebin? We got a buff from it.
>+5 CHA whenever Adelheid is involved in a check.
>-5 CHA whenever Solomon is involved in a check.

>>36901411
speak of the lady boy, that should divert things outta ur way

>>36901453
Oh yeah, we fucked his mom that one time!

>>36901456
> leave it for now, for a more private setting

We should probably not blabber about it in full public. Many of these people are Fulk's friends

>>36901457
Whatever, I feel like we're outgrowing Solomon anyway.

>>36901379
don't underestimate the D anon, it has toppled at least one king.

>>36901456
> leave it for now, for a more private setting

we are not among friends YET!

>>36901456
> leave it for now, for a more private setting

>>36901456
>> leave it for now, for a more private setting
They need moar drink first, but we still need to keep an eye on anyone related to Fulk or Elias.

Hey guys, we should get some of Fulk's men in this coalition so it's not one big group of Count Hugh's friends, friends of the man who we're trying to get more glory than.

Besides, fuck Gerard, he's a prick.

>>36901456
> speak on Ascalon

>>36901497
>implying Wilhelm will ever outgrow the Magical nigger of combat

Hugo maybe Wilhelm? hell no

>>36901543
maybe prehaps we should test the waters somehow.

>>36901543
We should yes, but we should first see how everything is before we talk about it.

>>36901558
We're at the army building stage, so having a monkey to fight duels is less important. Besides, Sabeen is starting to get sad because we never let her out of her pokeball.

>>36901587
The last time we did, she and her men lost against ONE GUY, ON FOOT, who had a SWORD.

>>36901607
If you don't train your whole team, you can't hope to clear the elite four.

>>36901587
still going to need him for Security and those wonderful moments when turks need to be bitchslapped back in place.

>>36901607
wait what?

>>36901587
Dueling's a stupid concept anyway. That's for jousting tournaments and settling disputes, not war.

>>36901622
But, that's the only way I HAVE beaten the Elite Four

>rumours of a melee
Haha time for frenchmen
>Sabeen can't participate anyway

>>36901607
That guy had a capital D in his name, to be fair.

>>36901645
What do you do when you get crit by something with type effectiveness on you?

>>36901411
>Rumours of a melee

HAHA TIME TO HUGO!

>>36901643
>>36901587
War applies to a lot more than simply fighting 1 on 1, Solomon will be very useful in the future.

Not to mention, as a bodyguard? We won't need to watch our back at all.

>>36901663
Use Ditto

>>36901663
I send them back into my party, bring out another Pokemon, fight off that one, then bring the other one out and heal it.

>>36901679
Hugo makes a fine bodyguard right now, besides, he'll need the experience for when he's Baldwin's Hound.

"A word for later," you said, "Needless to say, there are things afoot that would interest you."

Lord Gerard smiled. "A plot already, and with your first not fully played out. Should you note weigh the aftermath before engaging in more schemes?" he sighed, looking into his wine, "No, of course we should not sit idly. Come find me after the feast and we may talk." He emptied his cup and walked off, deep in thought, giving you the freedom of his castle.

You looked back to the crowd. More guests were arriving. You spotted Sir Matthias the Frog-Knight, and with him his wife Jehanne, belly swollen with child. You felt a nervous flutter at that.

Then your gut turned. He had another with him, a familiar scar-lipped face. Orlando. He looked haggard, his face covered in stubble and his clothes ill-fitting, eyes cast about like a paranoid. He stuck close to his old friend Sir Froggy.

You saw also the Greek 'boy' and 'his' English bodyguard, in conversation with a dark haired man in the colours of Maine. The man said something to cause the Greek to laugh, though you could not hear it you saw through that disguise as she threw her head back, and could not believe you had fallen for it earlier.

Sir Joyce kept glowering towards your party, ignoring for the moment his sister and a brother-companion of his order.

You stood alone in the far corner, no true friends at this court save the now departed Lord Gerard.

> nominate someone to speak with

>>36901738
>Sir Joyce

Okay, lets hear what his problem is

>>36901681
Why not use Kecleon?

>>36901738
> nominate someone to speak with
ORLANDO!!!!!!!!!

>>36901738
>Sir Joyce, then have Hugo make a distraction while we sneak off with Jehanne

>>36901738
The Reverse Trap?

>>36901738
>WINE

>>36901738
Apologize to Foix

>>36901738
>>36901813
Seconding.

>>36901738
>> nominate someone to speak with
Sir Joyce

Good ol' Joyce, havnt seen him since Jerusalem but we didnt get to talk

>>36901762
Hugo, and he knows Elias. Elias can't have placed good word on him.
He's Templar, right? so there's also the Blaise thing, possibly

>>36901853
Nah, he is not with Elias and Joyce is a good Templar. Infact he outranks Blaise by quite a bit

>>36901813
>>36901827
Is 1134 a good year for wine, though?

>>36901792
Bitches get stitches anon

>>36901738
Sir Joyce, followed by the Count of Foix if merely to apologize for Interrupting.

>>36901879
snitches get stitches you mean

We need a Spaniard, they're Christian as fuck and somewhat spartan.

>>36901925
Bitches get cut.

>>36901738
>"Hey Orlando, how ya doin?"

>>36901938
>Go to Sicily
>Run into El cid
>[Deus Vult Intensifies]

>>36901996
Fool's gold! We should go ahead and grab Alonso Quixano.

"Sir Joyce," you make your way over to the irritated Templar. You had met first on the road in combat, and he had praised you as deliverance from the Saracen. What had turned him so sour towards you? As you approached you noticed his glare shifted from you to your squire. And you noticed a blush alight on his sister's cheeks and on Hugo's as well.

Of course, the maidenhead.

You struggled to maintain your smile.

"Lord Ramla," the other Templar stepped forward and bowed. He was a younger man of mixed heritage, thick lipped and dark of skin. Some offspring of Frank and African. He spoke with the tone of the Iberian.

You returned the slight bow.

"Sir Rodrigo," Joyce said, cuffing his companion, and then bowing himself, "Lord Ramla." His sister Elaine curtsied and muttered her own greeting, eyes hot for your brother however.

Sir Rodrigo straightened, and eyes turned to Sabeen. To her he also bowed, taking her hand for a kiss. Sabeen kept a stoic look but you saw a darkening of her cheeks as well.

"You are a long way from home Sir Rodrigo," you said to the knight.

"I go where there are Moors to fight," he said, "And though my homeland does not lack for them, for now I am forced to be else where." He spread his arms and smiled, "And where else is there but Jerusalem?"

You all gave small applause. It was well spoken.

"And yet it seems we spend more time against each other than against the infidel," Joyce said, ignoring the infidels in your company.

"Ah, to have a Muslim in hand now," Rodrigo said, "I long to match your variety, and put them to the sword. You have so many that you just permit to scurry around the place. This would not happen in my homeland. We know how to keep such people in line."

> I agree, the Muslim should be run out from Christian land
> not all Muslims need be our adversary

>>36902021
anon we're like 400 years too early not even the D can into ZA WARUDO!

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>>36902021
You mean Alanza Quixano? She's cool, I guess.

>>36902090
> not all Muslims need be our adversary, just the terrorists

>>36902090
> not all Muslims need be our adversary

>>36902090
>> not all Muslims need be our adversary

We got Sabeen right nex to us and screaming "Deus Vult!" and charging at very heathen we see will only lead to ruin

>>36902090
> not all Muslims need be our adversary

>>36902090
> not all Muslims need be our adversary
They make good doctors and scholars.

>>36902090
>> not all Muslims need be our adversary

>>36902090
>> not all Muslims need be our adversary

But if it is muslims he want to kill we can help him, see if we can get him to set up a meeting with his grandmaster

>>36902090
> not all Muslims need be our adversary

''A war is rarely won by steel alone, to slay one Muslim needlessly is to incite his brothers to war & to slay them to incite theirs, how many could you slay sir Rodrigo, a hundred? a thousand? if that was the case you & christendom would have nary a moments rest''

>>36902090
>Invading Jerusalem is a crime. Warring against the armies and kingdoms of Christendom is a crime. Living and breathing? Not a crime.

"I think to make an enemy of all Muslims would be to set yourself against half the world," you said, "Foolish at best, suicidal at worst. And some Saracens have their charms. It needn't be so that we should fight and just fight. There's much to learn as well."

Rodrigo frowned, the words tumbling about in his head. "I suppose you are not wrong. Those we do not kill can be made as useful slaves, as Romans did in days gone by. But I think you speak too highly of them. My homeland has been ravaged by their kind and we know them well, better than any. They are a treacherous species, not like us in the mind. You will learn this the more you have to do with them," he sighed, "Though it is the mark of a good Christian to extend such warmth to an enemy. I salute that, if not your misguided judgement."

Now you did not think yourself misguided, and you saw a flash of anger upon Sabeen's face, but you also felt that were this conversation to continue it would lead to a quarrel, the opposite of your intended task.

"Well I should say that I am not a mindless friend of infidels," you said, "Since coming here already I have crossed swords with them, and mean to continue to do so. But enough on this for now, let us speak on other things."

"Such as sisters and marriage," Joyce said with a nod, "You might have heard I'm looking to make a match for my sister Elaine. Is she not a sweet thing?" he motioned to her. She did have some charm to her, a clean face and slim figure. "You are unmarried, are you not Lord Ramla?"

> forgive me Sir Joyce, I see a friend (nominate someone else to speak with)
> this is true, I am unwed

>>36902371
>> this is true, I am unwed

Let see if we can set her up with Hugo

>>36902371
> forgive me Sir Joyce, I see a friend. Heyyy, Orlandooo! How goes it, man?

>>36902371
> this is true, I am unwed
explain that your too young or something, its prob not a good idea to make an enemy of this guy

>>36902371
> this is true, I am unwed
"I am however sorry, my heart only has room for one and no other."

>>36902371
>> this is true, I am unwed

>>36902429
this

>>36902371
> forgive me Sir Joyce, I see a friend (nominate someone else to speak with)
Orlando

>>36902429
We shouldnt even hint at the bethroel unless we have to. Just make some excuse, See if we might set her up with our brother

>>36902429
That's a goddamn lie. There's Jehanne, Chihirizahd, Iovetta, maybe even that reverse trap? The point is, our heart is a vessel for the heavens, and maybe the ocean.

>>36902484
this.

lets just lead him on and see how it goes.

>>36902504
>> this is true, I am unwed
Our heart anon, not our dick

>>36902371

> this is true, I am unwed

>>36902371
> this is true, I am unwed

>>36902484
this is an excuse and there ain't nothing beyond a rumour to suggest we are anything cept a bachelor who's happy dicking our concubine.

>>36902533
No, our heart is huge, the heart of a lion, several things can fit in it.

>>36902567
things currently included on that list
>Crusading
>lovetta
>Dickings
>Gold
>more dickings
>420BLAAAAAAIIIISSSSSEEE! It
>qt.13 heathen concubine
>even more dickings
>Hugo

>>36902617
Truely Wilhelm is a man of many layers

>>36902617
>Hugo
>Chihiri starts pleasuring herself for some reason.

>captcha: Orgio

>>36902617
The sophisticated dream of a true warrior; Wilhem, what a guy.

"You are correct sir, I remain for now a bachelor," you said, gut turning at what you knew was about to come.

"Well," and for the first time Joyce smiled, "It is such that you should know my sister has quite the dowager. We have possessions in Aquitaine, and with me in holy vows her husband is like to inherit them upon our father's passing. And she is quite young but already beautiful, and likely to become more beautiful with time. Would it not be pleasing to watch a rose bloom in full?" he held up one of his sister's tresses as he spoke, almost as if she were a horse on display.

But that was common, you supposed. One day you would have to do the same with your father, marrying off your sisters, or for any daughters you might have.

But though Elaine certainly had her charm, your heart was set on another, more beautiful young woman. The honey skinned, dark-golden princess of Jerusalem. You thought to mention, or at least allude to her, but then stilled your tongue. It was still no certain thing and might annoy the Queen should a murmur of it reach her.

"My brother is a fine young man," you said, giving Hugo a pat, "Would it not do for two young such people to grow together? As of now he is my sole heir, and the lands of Jerusalem are treacherous."

Hugo spluttered up at you, eyes wide and blushing. Elaine looked on your brother with eyes wide with delight.

But Joyce frowned. "Ill born is ill fortuned," he said, "But if you vouch for the boy, perhaps a betrothal can be arranged." Elaine turned bright red, her smile growing, but you noticed a drop in Hugo's expression. It troubled you to see him look so troubled. It was a good match, and she was a fine looking girl. It is not as if he could not sample other such delights on the side if he so chose. It certainly had not stopped you.

>>36902766
It was perhaps time to start thinking of such things, the marriage of your brother and sisters to likely allies. Lands in Aquitaine were nothing to scoff at, no matter how small, and you could use more friends beyond the circle of the Queen.

"We should all meet after the tourney, the day after next, and discuss it," Rodrigo said, "Speaking of events coming though, would it be such that I could have your company at tomorrow's feast, my lady?" Rodrigo spoke to Sabeen, and you saw her cheek twitch.

> encourage her to take his offer
> keep her from taking it, she is one of your soldiers and needed as such

>>36902792
> encourage her to take his offer

She might learn something from it

>>36902792
>>other
>>give her leave if she so wishes to do so but leave the choice to her

>>36902841
this

''Sir Rodrigo you are mystery to all save god''

>>36902792
> keep her from taking it, she is one of your soldiers and needed as such
But is this our business?

>>36902766
>>36902841

This. However it is weird how he speak so harshly about Muslims yet is so interested in Sabeen

>>36902792
>>> encourage her to take his offer
We'll treat her if everything goes well, and murder him if it doesn't. There's no way this can go wrong.

>>36902879
Maybe he thinks she's Christian.

>>36902911
I Doubt that, he served with her and her father when he worked for Count Hugh

>>36902879
if he makes off with sabeen or harms her there will be hell to pay.

If she does elect to go with him, I suggest we remind him that shes is one of ours.

>>36902929
agreed

>>36902921
this is Rodrigo not Joyce, if he beds her not knowing she is muslim I worry for the consequences but it could also be a learning experience.

>>36902978
And we can always bribe the Justicar again.

Hugo is going to rock the tourney and be overwhelmed again, isn't he?

"Sabeen?" you looked to her with brow raised, offering no council but suggesting she answer the man. It was such that as her liege you could order her attendance, or have it dismissed, but you were not the sort to dictate the lives of your subjects to such a degree.

She looked to you then to Sir Rodrigo, a hand briefly to her lips. "Your offer is very generous sir," she said, "But I'm no fair maid to take to court."

"You are the finest maid I've yet laid eyes upon in this land," Rodrigo countered, taking her hand in his.

She looked like she might sound a retreat. "Well," she said, "Well, I suppose I cannot refuse. Very well, I shall accompany you tomorrow night." She with drew her hand from his. He bowed and she dipped a slight curtsy. "Until then."

"Until then," he said with a grin, drawing away, "And until then, we have other business Sir Joyce." The Templars took their leave. Elaine gave Hugo a small wave as she departed. Your brother merely looked sick.

"Would that we be done with this courtly nonsense and be back in the saddle, eh?" he said, looking over to Sabeen.

"I don't know..." she said, fingers upon her chin, "I think these might be quite enjoyable."

> nominate another person to speak with

>>36903017
well I think the consequnces would be more Immediate than that

>>36903109
>> nominate another person to speak with
Sir Froggy and his lovely wife and Orlando

>>36903109
''Hugo what ails you so? surely not the blossoming rose?''

Froggy & Jehanne Ignore orlando

>>36902617
Beautiful summary of Crusader Quest.

...seriously though, can we talk to Orlando at some point? Just look at how pathetic he is! And imagine his redemption arc

>>36903109
Orlando

>>36903109
Count Alphonso
He has a bard,we're clearly in good company

>>36903109
Count Alfonso of Toulouse

Lets speak to more different people, get more links.

His bringing of his singer means he may appreciate Wilhelm.

>>36903180
>Orlando is the first over the walls at Ascalon
>Charges the gate house
>Opens the gate for the rest of the army, dying while doing so
>Last thing he says to Wilhelm is how he want to call him brother again

>>36903203
... Nah, I don't see that happening.

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>>36903203
>Becomes Zhuge liang tire ruse cruiser
>Wilhelms face when

>>36903109
>Count Alfonso of Toulouse and his troubadour companion Marcabru

Time to BARD DUEL

>>36903203
>implying that'd he'd do any of those things
>implying he wouldn't die straight away

>>36903248
Fuck Zhuge Liang, someone mentions that name again and I will box their ears!

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Rolling 1d2

1 Alfonso
2 Orlando/Froggy and Jehanne

>>36903109
Let's go snipe at Orlando. He might have some dignity left.

>>36903327
Has Jehanne given birth yet?

>>36903296
Zhuge liang

>>36903327
HAHA! time for awkwardness

>>36903258
Think of it this way.

The arrow that killed Orlando could have killed someone else, someone important. Like Welf

>>36903344
It was mentioned she was with child

>>36903344
She's mentioned as super pregnant.

>>36903344
>and with him his wife Jehanne, belly swollen with child. You felt a nervous flutter at that.

>>36903359
C'MERE, YOU! DUEL 300 BOUTS WITH ME!

>>36903327
Do the dates match up for the possibility of it being our kid?

>>36903390
>Wilhelms bastards are twins that look EXACTLY like him

[Lannisters intensify]

>>36903423
good luck with that I'm behind fort walls!

>>36903442
Hopefully not

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>>36903452
>good luck with that I'm behind fort walls!

>Sad Hugo. Teasing Sabeen
Damn, just tell him a betrothal can last years before coming to fruit.
>Potential Fulkmen around
I guess Etienne can help here
>Nobles errywhere
This Quest is going to need spreadsheets.

>>36903522
What? Am I too cool you?

>>36903553
goddamit Anon my pc can barely run CK2 as it is.

You make your way over to Sir Matthias and his heavily pregnant wife. As you approached you saw Jehanne grow even paler than she naturally was. Orlando skulked a step behind them, eyes dark and glitter on you.

The three looked upon your approach with some awkwardness. Jehanne bit her lip. Sir Froggy's eyes bulged. Orlando turned his eyes away.

"L-Lord Ramla!" Sir Froggy said, with a bow, "It is good to meet you again, and we are honoured that you have remembered us. You know well my wife."

"Lord Ramla," she said, eyes down cast and blushing. She had a glow about her, and a fullness to her figure that reminded you of your brief affair, and you felt a stir in your loins despite the swollen belly. Even with child she had a loveliness about her.

"Jehanne," you said with less formality, "It seems this scoundrel has done well for himself after all." That drew a curling smile to her lips.

"Indeed," she replied, and she stepped forward to brush a hair from your shoulder, "Very well."

"And you are pregnant," you said, and put a hand to her belly. You felt a small motion. A kick. "It seems healthy, is it due soon?"

"Yes, very soon," she replied, "The luck of a strong father. We think it may be a boy." And her smile told you something about that even though it was Sir Froggy that beamed.

"Should you be walking about so close to birth?" you asked, sudden concern for the child within her. She simply took up your hand in both of hers, gave it a slight squeeze and returned it to your sword hilt.

>>36903620
Speaking of, in totally gonna go play as Melisende after the quest

>>36903620
How old is your pc? It must be proper shit

>>36903639
"I will be happy either way," Sir Froggy said, oblivious to her tender gestures, "Perhaps you should come around after the tourney. We can discuss trade. My father has passed and I have come into his possessions, including a part of a horse trading ring. Ramla is well set for caravans. Perhaps we can make this a mutual benefit."

This was not a bad suggestion, you thought. Your coffers weren't exactly bulging, and there was always a need for horse flesh, particularly so close to the frontier. If it was not to Jerusalem, perhaps south. There was potential there.

"I may take you up on that," you said, thoughts of coin and horses dancing through your head.

Chihirizahd stepped up next, a wide smile for Jehanne's bulging belly. She nervously asked permission to touch, which Jehanne granted with some hesitation. The concubine's eyes grew as she pressed an ear to that belly.

Sabeen watched, a troubled look on her face.

"Wil..." you heard Orlando speak your name through a miserable, scratched throat. He had remained silent in the rear, but now he dared glance up at you.

> Orlando
> ignore him

>She simply took up your hand in both of hers, gave it a slight squeeze and returned it to your sword hilt.
SYMBOLISM

>>36903703
>> Orlando

Lets give him a chance to redeem himself.

How i pity him

>>36903703
> Orlando

I still don't believe he honestly meant us ill when he took the actions he took. Let's at least give him some peace of mind.

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>>36903703
>>> Orlando

>>36903703
> Orlando
>"Hey scrow, how's it hanging?"

>>36903703
Orlando.

>>36903703
>> Orlando
We are a Lord now, our standing demands we be friends of the whole Kingdom

>>36903703
> Orlando

>>36903703
"Bitch."

>>36903778
>We are a Lord now, our standing demands we be friends of the whole Kingdom
You don't understand medieval politics do you

>>36903703
> Orlando

>>36903845
Holding grudges against people isn't very Christian. I think?

>>36903639
HAHA Bastard acquired!

>>36903703
> Orlando

>>36903778
...nigga wat. Never go full retard Anon.

>>36903845
There are no daggers at court, anon.
Leave those for the field.

>>36903902
That is because they are hiding in the shadows

>>36903869
Our trueborn son's future Hugo/Solomon. Excellent.

>>36903902
You bring daggers to the field!?

Both Jehanne and Matthias looked to Orlando and back to you uncertainly, an air of trepidation upon them.

"Orlando," you offered to recognise him, but that was all. None the less it brought a light to his eyes.

You looked upon his miserable figure and felt nothing but pity. It looked as if he had given himself to drink and the company of the meanest folk. Even dressed up he looked vaguely dirty and worn down. He had no sword at his belt or spurs on his boots. The man no longer seemed a knight. If he should have ever been judged as one to begin with.

You turned your attention back to Sir Matthias and the talk of horse trading.

Hugo said something, a jest, and Sabeen laughed.

> roll 1d100, best of three

>>36903909
See, now you're starting to get it.
>>36903918
We interrogated a man with one, didn't we?

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>36903917
well lion's always have their claws I suppose

>>36903934

>>36903934
> roll 1d100, best of three

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>36903934

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>36903934

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>36903934

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>36903934

>>36903978
Fuckin noice

>>36903978
>>36903982

this is either very good, or very bad.

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>36903978
DEUS VULT!!!

>>36903982
HOLY SHIT

>>36903978
>>36903982
My nubians.

>>36903990
>>36903992
>>36903995
>>36904010
Eh, it's not a 100.

>>36904056
Anon are you forgetting what quest this is ?

The Dice Gods hates us. This is something to celebrate

>>36904085
That's not true. Whenever it comes to drop panties they come through.

...apparently we are dropping Orlando's metaphorical panties.

>>36904085
Very well. Let's party!

>>36903934
>>36903978
>GET DRUNK OFF OUR ASS

>>36904142
>>wake up naked with the reverse trap and the Lord of Sidon's wife on the church altar
>>"Shit."

>>36904176
>Reverse trap

YES!

> Lord of Sidon's wife.

Shit.....

>Church Alter

....Kinky?

Also does anyone else want Hugo to bang those two runaway sisters?

>>36904176
>And in one of the aisles, Sabeen and Hugo are j-j-jamming it in, while Chihirizahd, Jehanne, and Neomi are having some fun in the confessional booth

>>36904221
>Also does anyone else want Hugo to bang those two runaway sisters?
If the opportunity comes a second time, sure.

>>36904221
the potato's? why do you think we let them stay anon?

You saw him come across the floor. A Syrian servant carrying a dish. He seemed familiar, but you could not place him. Where had you seen this face before? It took your attention away from the company you were keeping. He was walking to you, the dish carrying goblets of wine. Perhaps for your party?

But something about his eyes.

He had such rage in his eyes.

You thought to call as he dropped the plate, revealing a dagger held in the hand beneath it, a slim blade that came thrusting toward your face. You bobbed your head back, avoiding the piercing knife.

Orlando launched himself forward, grabbing that stretched forth arm, twisting it back against itself, knife falling from hand.

But the Syrian caught the falling blade in the other, and sliced upward, cutting a red ribbon across Orlando's chest, opening his tabard and doublet both, kicking the man in the leg and wringing himself free from his hold. Orlando dropped with a hideous moan.

He spat something at you in that Oriental tongue, moved forward again with knife out to kill you.

Sabeen grabbed him 'round the neck as Hugo crashed into his torso. The both of them had him, wrestled him to the ground and prying the knife from his hands. He struggled against them, earning Sabeen's fist in his throat and Hugo's knees in his balls, bringing him for now to heel.

"God damn you," he snarled in broken Greek, limp in their bonds, "God damn all Franks, but most you."

And then you knew him. One of two bandits that had taken you upon the road, the survivor of the pair.

"Lord of the Mountains damns you!" he spat that and grinned, rearing against his captors in vain.

The gathered nobility were flocking around you, guards coming up to wrestle your prisoner away from your companions.

> who is the Lord of the Mountains?
> see to Orlando first

>>36904325
Caught the falling blade? Damn. That's some ninja shit.

Check on Orlando.

>>36904325
> see to Orlando first
MEDIC!

>>36904325
> see to Orlando first

Don't give this prick the dignity of thinking he's important.

>>36904325
> who is the Lord of the Mountains?

>>36904325
>> see to Orlando first

Honor and duty and all that.

>>36904325
>"Fuck you and your mountains!"
> see to Orlando first
If only I had rolled a 100...

>>36904325
>> see to Orlando first

>>36904325
>> who is the Lord of the Mountains?
>> see to Orlando first

whynotBoth.jpg

>>36904325
> see to Orlando first

>>36904325
>> see to Orlando first

>>36904325
> see to Orlando first
ORLANDO!!!!!!!

>>36904396
I can only fear what would have happened if we had rolled low. I guess the Assassins have taken a dislike of us. We must remove all hay bails from our holdings forthwith!

>>36904325
Let's get some of that wine for Orlando he's gonna need it.

>>36904325
> see to Orlando first
"I've never met the man, sorry I didn't send a letter"

>>36904447
Are you nuts!? People can't get enough of giant quantities of rose petals these days!

He's probably talking about that noble Solomon 360 no scoped on horseback with a bow, who we left to rot while we were rotting in prison

>>36904502
No this guy is from before we that. He was one of the bandits we fought against when we escorted Jehanne

>>36904502
Oh yeah, that guy. We should invite him to one of our feasts some time.

>>36904325
> see to Orlando first

Get Mohmed to help him!

>>36904562
Is he with us right now? Thought he was back over at Ramla.

>>36904592
No, we we took him with us, you are thinking of his uncle Ibhrim

You ignored the fanatic and instead call for a physician.

"Hold strong Orlando, help is on its way," you said, cradling the fallen man's head. He had saved your life at risk of his own.

"Brother," he croaked the word, "I am sorry. Sorry for all the things I have done. It was only my wish to help you. And now it has come to this." He looked down at his own wound and his cheeks drew in, a spectre of death. "A payment for my sins."

"You will be well Orlando," you said, "Where is the damn surgeon!?"

Etienne comes forth, followed closely by Mohmed.

The young Arab pushes into the circle forming around Orlando. Orlando's chest was dyed red, seeping deep into the cloth. The knife had a keen edge to cut so neatly and so deep. When Mohmed knelt beside the man, fingering back the layers of cloth, he gave a whistle.

"A clean cut, the bleeding is only surface blood. It looks worse than it is," he said, patting Orlando on the cheek.

Orlando's grave expression lifted, his cheeks flooding with colour. He gaped up at you a little.

"B-but I cannot stand," he said.

Mohmed touched the calf of his right leg. "The kick has dislocated your knee. Hold still." Mohmed took the leg in hand and *pop*

Orlando gave a high peeling scream.

Mohmed dusted off his hands with a smile. "All well, have someone escort you over to a chair and get those bloody rags off. A bit of stitching should do the trick," the young man seemed quite pleased with it all.

> help Orlando over to a chair
> instruct someone else to assist, turn your attention to the would be killer

>>36904562
>>36904605
I'm glad to see one anon has a head for names.
I was fearing we had to reduce everyone to colors or nouns like /a/

>>36904642
>> help Orlando over to a chair

Mixed feeling about Orlando but if we pulled this right. We might have a very, very loyal kight.

>>36904642
>> instruct someone else to assist, turn your attention to the would be killer

Hugo. Time to talk Assassin scum

>>36904642
>> help Orlando over to a chair
Let's try to get him sorted. Only the christian thing to do.

>>36904642
> instruct someone else to assist, turn your attention to the would be killer

>>36904642
> help Orlando over to a chair
Gerard will see to the assassin. His hospitality can't be challenged like this

>>36904642
> help Orlando over to a chair
I'm not sure the killer is important enough in this situation.

Besides, it's good to show compassion and kindness, even to those that have wronged you, in public.

This is less about Orlando and more of a political move

>>36904642
> instruct someone else to assist, turn your attention to the would be killer

he's out of apparent danger for now, now we should have a good long talk with our ''Friend''

>>36904642
> help Orlando over to a chair
ORLANDO!!!!!!

>>36904642
> help Orlando over to a chair
God hems such a dramatic little bitch.

>>36904642
> help Orlando over to a chair

>>36904642
Typical Orlando, moan about dying when he had a scratch and a bum knee. Still, you did good you little bitch.

> help Orlando over to a chair

be back soon.

>>36904642
Orlando cant even die properly. He is a giant screw-up

But he is our screw-up

>>36904642
>help Orlando over to a chair

>>36904837
Good luck.

>>36904642
> instruct someone else to assist, turn your attention to the would be killer

>>36904837
Godspeed.

Back. Writing

let's bring orlando home with us

>>36905018
Was it good news? Is everything okay? Was the toilet seat wet?

>>36905060
can we keep him? can we, can we?

>>36905060
Dude he's staying with Froggy and we have a big entourage already

>>36905060
>>36905078
>>36905099
we can give him Ramla once we take ascalon

>>36905078
Only if you promise to feed him and walk with him on a daily basis.

And for god's sake, keep him clean!

>>36905099

he has shed blood for us again

he tried to intercept an assassin with a blade on his body

i see he is one of ours and one more person in our group won't matter at all

>>36905133
Not ours to give
>we take ascalon
Best hope is that Melisende sets it to Iovetta with a christian quarter. Then we spring the betrothal.

And god damn we need to send Hugo towards Maggie before he drinks too much.

You shoulder Orlando to his feet, and help him limp over to a vacated bench. Other folks were coming to aid him, young women mostly. With the help of a fulsome woman of gentle birth you peel the bloody rags from his frame.

Orlando had truly lost much weight in his time outside your company. Given to drink and other vices. He looked up at you with sad rimmed eyes.

"Again I must apologize," he said, "Even in a moment of valour my nature betrays me. What a miserable creature I am." He looked like he might sob.

You shake your head and squeeze his shoulder. "Be hearty Orlando, you saved my life. All is washed away before that."

It brought some cheer to his face as Mohmed came up, accompanied by Jacques the squire. They helped you lay Orlando out on the bench, and taking up needle and thread, Mohemed closed the cut across Orlando's chest. The man was much complaining of it, hissing at every dip of the needle and yowling at the pinch of pulling thread. When it was done he looked like he might be sick.

"Keep the wound clean," the Arab surgeon said, laying on a salve, "This will keep off infection. But do not go to public baths. Use private water only, fresh every day."

Orlando nodded as Jacques offered him a wine skin, squeezing out a mouthful.

You look at your former companion, still heavy with pity for the figure, but with some of that old affection returned. He had betrayed you, but as he had spoken he thought it had been to help you. Could you trust this man?

> offer him a position in your household
> bid him farewell

>>36905239
plus hes a knight who use to own his own land, well until gerald screwed him over. we could use him in ramla

>>36905243
>Implying Hugh isn't going to be beaten to death by Gerard's brother for disrespecting his ex wife.

all we need do is Exacerbate that & Ascalon and Jaffa are ours

>>36905266
>> offer him a position in your household

The least we can do

>>36905266
>> offer him a position in your household

we forgive you brother

>>36905266
> bid him farewell
We'll see to him after the melee, with our physician. While discussing with Froggy

>>36905266
> offer him a position in your household

>>36905266
"Orlando, no longer can you stand under the shadow of another man."
"Whether under my service, another's, or your own, you must make a name for yourself, otherwise you will forever be plagued as you are."

>>36905266
>> offer him a position in your household

three rules:No drink, no whoring, no gambling

this is how Orlando gits gud

>>36905266
> offer him a position in your household
*sigh* fineeee

>>36905273
Forgot that. Guess we might as well see if he is competent at stewardship.

>>36905459
I do remember HF saying that he had decent to good INT

>>36905266
"We all have failings Orlando, do not dwell on such things over much. It is for our failings that the Lord sent his son to us and it is with our failings the Devil tempts us. So long as our merits shine through and we remain stalwart our failings are not to be feared. We are flawed men, but let us overcome these flaws together."

>>36905273
>>36905266
Maybe he can be placed in ramla and be responsible forbuilding it up into a trade hub. Well be too busy trying to secure alliances and he and froggy gp way back making the horse/coin trade agreement more smooh

>>36905408
>>36905489
These sound like a good combination.

>>36905519
That is a good idea

i wonder. whats the eye and hair colour of wilhelm, sir froggie and jehanne?

>>36905561
WIlhelm: black hair
Jehanne: Red/Auburn hair
Froggy: ????

>>36905561
Wilhelm got Dark/Black hair and Blue eyes. Jehanne got blue eyes and red hair if i remember correctly

You take a seat beside the poor sod and give him an eye.

"You saved my life when you could have done nothing," you said, "As far as I'm concerned that washes out past troubles between us. And it sets us again as two men of standing. If you like I could find a place for you in my household, on my lands in Ramla. The choice is yours. If you refuse, I bid you go in god's grace and with all good fortune."

The both of you sat in silence for some time.

"Well, how can I refuse?" he said with a dry chuckle, "In Sidon I'm just a landless drunk weighing on the good nature of an old friend. In Ramla, working to a purpose? I would be honoured to serve you again."

You nod, and give the man a grin. "Welcome back into the fold, brother," you said.

Orlando returned your smile, face still pale and haggard but a note of joy now in his eyes. "My thanks, brother."
-
> continue as Wilhelm
> switch to Hugo

>>36905587
> switch to Hugo

I'm curious

>>36905587
Let Wilhelm charm the shit out of the court and let Hugo get some love
> switch to Hugo

>>36905587
>> switch to Hugo

HAHA TIME FOR POTATOES!

>>36905587
> continue as Wilhelm
Wilhelm is the MC. Hugo had his moment, and it was glorious. But now is time for Wilhelm.

>>36905587
> switch to Hugo
HUGO!!!!!!!!
time for somemore fuk

>>36905587
>continue, go and interrogate assassin

>>36905587
> switch to Hugo

>>36905587
>> switch to Hugo
Plow that Irish Soil!

or is it scotish?

I kind of not payed attention to that part.

>>36905587
> switch to Hugo
Don't drink and fight
Avoid the gaze of Joyce

>>36905587
>switch to Hugo

Wilhelm goes to Interrogate Mountain man while Hugo hits them potatoes

>>36905587
> continue as Wilhelm

Potatoes are fine and good guys, but there is no rush. Wilhelm can steer Hugo to them just as well as we can.

http://pastebin.com/2STedMGR

You are Hugo of Ramla, and you have just watched your brother nearly take a knife through the eye. Slow on your feet in his defense, you none the less pull the would-be-murder to the earth with the help of Sabeen, pummeling him with your fists and knees, choking on your own rage and fear.

The man did not struggle long as you brought a last knee up into his crotch, doubling him over and making it easier to slam him into the hard stone ground.

The Muslim groaned as Lord Gerard's man took him in hand.

The assembled nobles make some muttering about that as you search for something to drink. Sabeen offers you some of her water. It goes down well, a cold slice along your throat.

"How did that man get so close?" she murmured, watching the guards drag him away.

They had both been distracted. You could not say what had occupied Sabeen, but you knew where your attentions had gone. And you were ashamed. Your brother had near been killed.

"All is well," Etienne said, "Do not be hard on yourselves."

"Who said I was?" you shot at the knight, and his raised brow made you straighten in fear. Such a disrespectful tone. "Sorry, sir," you said, bowing your head. You'd had such a rage building in you, a troubling knot, and you couldn't say why. You watched your brother speak with Sir Orlando, and then looked back over to your other companions.

You felt pressed in and hot under the collar. You had not been lying. You would prefer to be else where, on a horse and alone. These assembled nobles and their parties, packed together and building a heat that made the mind swim, was too much for you. You felt on the verge of some outburst. And you did not want to embarrass your brother or yourself.

> stay and focus on your duty
> make some excuse to slip away

>>36905932
> april

Ignore that

>>36905932
>> stay and focus on your duty

>>36905932
>> stay and focus on your duty

>>36905932
> make some excuse to slip away

He needs to let out some steam before he snaps

>>36905932
> stay and focus on your duty
Until they start talking about dancing or music, anyway.

>>36905932
> stay and focus on your duty

>>36905932
>> stay and focus on your duty

inb4 Joyce comes to fuck with us

You decide to clamp down on your anger and remain at the court. But know you have an itch in your eye, continually looking at every passing person with suspicion, unable to shake the feeling of threat in the air. One killer had struck, more may be in the offing.

A plate was brought by a servant, laden with fruit and it was offered to you, but you let it pass.

Though your stomach grumbled you wouldn't be lax again.

Sabeen came and tried to draw you briefly into conversation but you studiously ignored her. She had taken up so much of your attention, and it was always for nothing or had some grave consequence. And all her attention seemed to be on other men. You had seen hr seek out your brother in the thunder storm. You had seen her blush under Sir Rodrigo's attention. What was the point of looking on after such a woman? When she left she did so with a troubled expression of her own.

Never mind her. She was just a woman.

You told yourself as you felt that ball tighten up again.

It was painful walking through these crowd and only understand half a word here or there. Most of these people were French, and chattered in that tongue.

You say the men lay over the women, giving compliments while trying to mask their lust. You saw the women react, withdrawing as if demure while masking their own.

What you would give for a screaming Turk and spear in hand. All this dropped away when the blood was up and the fight was at hand.

You stalked over to keep vigil by your brother. He spoke with Orlando, exchanging jests. It was always remarkable to you how easy your brother had it, making and winning friends.

"Hey, you," a voice called.

A trio of girls, around your own age, thick with Occitan accent. They wore those vieled smiles you had grown familiar with.

"Hey, you!" a male voice called. Sir Joyce, and he did not look happy.

"Excuse me, Hugo?" Sabeen stood by the shadow of a pillar.

> answer the girls
> answer Joyce
> answer Sabeen

>>36906226
>> answer Joyce

>>36906226
>> answer Sabeen

>>36906226
> answer Joyce

>>36906226
>> answer Joyce

awwww shit

>>36906226
> answer Sabeen

>>36906226
>> answer the girls
Hugo has always been in numerical disadvantage against Franks

>>36906226
>> answer the girls

>>36906226
> answer Joyce

>>36906226
>> answer Sabeen
The least likely to result in our having to kill someone.

>>36906226
>> answer Joyce

Get that over with and get the hell out of the courtroom

>>36906226
>> answer Sabeen

>>36906226
> answer Sabeen

>>36906226
> answer Sabeen
Let's skedaddle!

>>36906226
> answer joyce
better not keep future brother in law waiting or seeing us talk with other grills.

>>36906226
> answer Sabeen

>>36906439
We'll have to take a few seasons fighting sarracens before he appreciates Hugo

>>36906439
> answer joyce

>>36906226
> answer joyce

Writing.

>>36906226
Hoping we can go to Sabeen after our talk with Joyce

Almost wish we had gone with the girls, so Hugo would snap.

>>36906569

I'm not even sure Hugo's all there.

They way its going with this POV's writing style, everything is swimming around Hugo's head and hes gonna snap and maybe bash in joyce's head.

>>36906641
Hugo into abuse? Kinky

>>36906439
You talk about him being our brother in law like it's a sure thing?

You stood to Sir Joyce as he approached. The man had his jaw set forward with a mean grin upon it. When he came to stand before you, that is to say over you, his brow was lowered.

"So your brother thinks you a match," he said, "And well it might be,after you robbed my sister of her maidenhead, and made her endure this farce." His finger found your ribs, and he was happy to grind it into you. "I know it was you. She was bound for an English lord until he caught wind of it. Now I find myself peddling for the hand of a bastard born."

You glared up at him, a hard smile of your own building upon your face. That knot of anger was clinching tighter.

"I hope you are not a coward on the field as you are in the bed chamber, skulking out after robbing a pure maiden of her virtue. From what I've seen of your character, I very much think you are."

"A coward?" you asked, stepping forward slightly, voice tight.

"Yes, a coward," he took half a step forward as well, "And I'll not have my sister marry a coward. A coward and a bastard both."

> I'm no coward
> keep calm, don't rise to his bait

>>36906736
> I'm no coward

>>36906736
> I'm no coward

>>36906736
>> I'm no coward

"You can ask Sir Matthew if i am a coward or not"

>>36906736
> I'm no coward

>>36906736
> I'm no coward
Aww shit its on like donkey kong

>>36906736
> keep calm, don't rise to his bait
we fuked his sister, lets give this one a slide