"Our brother," you said, "Is fulfilling his duties." In truth, you weren't sure. But you trusted Hugo further than most thirteen year old boys. No doubt where ever he was he had a good reason for being there. The thought of it reminded you that you were in need of a second squire. You would need to arrange that soon.

"Why are you here?" you asked, turning the question around on her.

Mathilde's brows rose. "Why not?" was all she offered, taking an apple from the tray beside her chair. She bit off a crisp mouthful, munched it with a gnash of teeth.

"At least tell me you came with an escort," you said. It was a long and dangerous road to Jerusalem.

Mathilde's answer was an annoyingly vague shrug. Details were not forth coming. "All that matters is that I am here," she said, "And lucky to have found you. Why, I thought you'd be in a prison cell."

You had been, not all that long ago. Not that she needed to know that.

Before you could get another word out Sir Etienne entered, his squire a step behind. His eyes drifted from Mathilde to you and he gave a disapproving frown. Whatever he assumed about the sight he did not speak on it. "My lord, the Count of Foix sends his fond farewell. He takes to ship this very hour, to return to his lands and prepare for the day you spoke of. He leaves you with a gift." Etienne drew from his belt a small emerald ring. Placed it in your hand. Then he looked to your sister again, placed his hand upon his sword hilt and retreated to the doorway, eyes switching between the two of you as before.

The little ring was set with a green emerald stone. A very expensive little gift. You put it away.

"Making friends as ever?" Mathilda said both statement and question, her gaze lingering on Chihirizahd's disheveled and barely dressed figure.

> does father know you are here?
> you must go home immediately!
> it's good to see you Matty

>>39781994
>> does father know you are here?

Also, give her a earchewing, she went to Jerusalem from Trier. Alone. Does she have any idea how dangerous it is?

Bandits, Raiders and Pirates, rapists and con-men not to mention illness

>>39781994
>> does father know you are here?

Girl you better have a good reason to be here

>>39781994
>> it's good to see you Matty
>>now why the fuck are you here you crazy bint?

>>39781994
>> does father know you are here?

Bitch don't give none, don't get none.

>>39781994
>> does father know you are here?

>wonder why are being so mean to our sister
>remember she treats Hugo like shit
Carry on.

Love you but being a poor Merican with work tomorrow I must sleep, try not to get us killed Aussie bastards.

>>39782178
Or just worried about her.

>>39782194
Dont worry, Europe will take care of it

>>39781994
> does father know you are here?
> it's good to see you Matty

Well lets see how suprised she will be when she finds out Wilhelm is a lord now

Wait. How on earth did she even get in here ?

>>39782484
A boat

>>39782506
She sailed a boat into the castle ?

>>39782515
Koblenz charm.

>>39782550
Poor guards never stood a chance

>>39781961
Nooo! Now I have to stay up!

That being said good to see you man

"Does father know you are here?" you asked, breathing heat in every word. The man must be having a fit if he didn't God knows he'd find a way to blame you for it.

The hitch of a breath she took was your answer.

"He doesn't not know I'm here," was her attempt to be clever, accompanied by a smile a more naive man would call winsome. Then her real answer came, drawn by your lowered brow and unimpressed face. "He thinks I'm studying at a convent near Worms."

Idiot. You thought as much. The danger you alone experienced traveling that distance, a grown man with company, all armed for the journey. A lone girl of barely teen years could have been raped, murdered or dragged off into slavery. She was damned lucky. But then, that was the word most used to describe her. Lucky. And you let her know that by the way you rested up a raised fist, and drummed the arm of your chair.

"Well aren't you going to ask why?" she said, her voice now strung a little higher and a little less pleased with herself.

"I'll ask, but the answer had best be a good one," you replied.

She glanced at her feet very quickly before looking up at you through her long eyelashes. Damned girl had learned a girl's tricks playing to your father, and you couldn't say they were ineffective on you. "I heard you had been imprisoned by the king of Jerusalem," she said, "And came to argue for your freedom."

Idiot. You thought as much. Beautiful idiot. Garbled news must have spread about his imprisonment and release. You hadn't thought it would have flown so far or so fast. "I did not come alone," she added with her hands knotting up in her skirts. "Uncle Herman escorted me." Then with a much small voice she said. "I'm not stupid you know. And there were others. Klaus and Marlene, Sir Hector the Saxon, Kissing Joan."

>>39782606

"Foolish, at least," you said. Your Uncle Sir Herman was only a relation by friendship rather than blood. In truth you didn't trust that fat old man further than you could throw his fat old face, least of all with your sister's virtue. These others sound a motley selection. You didn't trust them yet either.

But your sister appeared to be in sound body and mind.

You sighed. "Well, there's nothing I can about that now," you said. That made her smile, an infectious grin you barely managed to resist.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet my lord's dear sister," Chirizahd knelt before your sister, "My lady."

"Hmph," she looked down on your slave as if she couldn't decide just what she was looking at. But her attention was soon back on you. "So, brother, how have you been? How did you get out of prison? Why did the guards call you Lord Wilhelm?"

She was abuzz with questions. So much that she didn't notice Hugo enter. The boy looked disheveled, having had little sleep, and with a tale to tell.

When he looked up and saw his own half-sister his face knotted uncomfortably and he stepped back a pace, beside Jacques and near behind Sir Etienne. You remembered the two of them had never got along.

> answer your sister
> ask after your brother

>>39782621
> ask after your brother

Morning Hugo

>>39782621
> ask after your brother

Set the pace. Let her know that you run things.

>>39782621
> ask after your brother

>>39782621
>> ask after your brother

"Hugo!" you change the subject, drawing your brother into these little skirmish of conversation, "You look half the devil. What on earth did you get up to last night?"

You saw Mathilde's face go from crestfallen to huffy, cheeks puffed out in annoyance. Your brother came forward with a dry mouthed cough, knuckle rubbing the soft gold down on his chin. The boy was starting to get facial hair. Time to get him a good sharp razor.

"Not much my lord," he said with unusual formality, "Jacques and I had some drinks with the other squires and a wrestling game was had."

Bored young men who had no girls to impress were often prone to such things. You remembered your own squire games. They rarely ended well for you.

"And the victor?" you asked.

Hugo shrugged. "Few remember clear details. All we have are our bruises."

You laughed. The laugh was a little strained. Hugo gave an uncomfortable smile as you rolled your eyes over to the very unimpressed Mathilde. She sat back in her chair, hands upon the arm rests and all but glaring at you.

"He's always been your favourite," she said with an angry pout. You felt a groan in your stomach at that. Then she sat forward. "If I'm wanted you might find me at the Lion's Head," she spoke before slipping out of her chair. As she was about to leave she glared at you over her shoulder. "If I'm wanted." She said again.

> let her go
> stop her

>>39782847
>> stop her
The fuck do you think you're doing?

>>39782847
>> stop her
She doesn't just get to walk away.

>>39782847
>> stop her

She is staying with us. We just have to do our business in the city before we head back home to Ramla

>>39782847
> stop her

I thought you wanted to know why people keep calling me Lord William.

>>39782847
>> stop her

We should probably also introduce her to our retinue

You grab her by the arm and pull her back. She casts you an outraged look, squirms in your grip. Near drives her elbow into your gut but for the fact you catch it.

"Hold still Matty," you ordered, pulling her close. She wiggled a little as you wrapped your arms about her, but eventually she gave up with a frustrated little huff. "You are a member of my family and thus my responsibility. You go no where."

She was looking about the room, face blushing deep with embarrassment.

You kissed the top of her head. "And you are my little sister above all else. Fool I'd be to let you out of my sight." If anything that only furthered her embarrassment. She looked like she might cry tears of frustration. Still, you loosened your grip. Allowed her to slide out of it.

"I am a lord now," you said, "And have a few small matters to attend to before we depart. When we leave the city shortly, and you will be with me when we go, it will be to my holdings in Ramla." She was still red faced but you got a nod out of her. "Now. You'll not run away or cause any trouble. You'll do as I say."

Again, still frustrated but she gave a nod.

> take her under your supervision
> leave her under Sir Etienne's supervision
> leave her under Chihirizahd's supervision
> nominate someone else to guard her

>>39782981
>> leave her under Chihirizahd's supervision

>>39782981
>> leave her under Chihirizahd's supervision

Maybe put Maggie as her handmaiden for now ?

>>39782981
> take her under your supervision

have Sir Etienne come along

>>39782981
leaving her with our sex slave/personal attendant/spy is probably a bad idea.

>>39782981
> take her under your supervision

>>39783025
Think the prefered term is "Personal Assistant"

>>39782981
> take her under your supervision

>>39782981
>leave her under Chihirizahd's supervision

>>39782981
>> take her under your supervision

You decide you can't trust her outside your immediate eyesight. Ruffling her head, a thing you know she finds annoying, you also offer her a smile. "You'll be riding with me today," you said.

Her expression softened a little, a bit of the red faded from her face. She gave a nod that seemed happily given for once. "I shall act in a manner becoming of a lord's sister," she said with a proper little curtsy. She really could turn it on and off. A fact that made her more a handful.

You instruct Sir Etienne to prepare your household for departure. Assemble your men, get them in good order. He nodded and went with Mohmed to execute your orders. Leaving you for the moment with just your family. Chihirizahd turned back for the bedroom.

"I shall pack away your things," she said before disappearing into the chamber. Mathilde frowned after her.

You had to do a number of things before leaving. Visit 'Stylianos' and be sure 'he' was also ready to leave and bid farewell to Lord Gerard. Not a large number of tasks to be sure, but both important.

Your first order of business:

> see Lord Gerard
> see Stylianos

>>39783148
> see Lord Gerard

>>39783148
Shouldnt we first arrange the betrothal between Hugo and Joyce's sister, then talk with the ASsassin and then finally come to an agreement about trade caravans to Ramla with Sir Froggy, but let us first.
> see Stylianos

Would be embarresing to say goodbye and then still linger in his castle

>>39783148
Who's Stylianos?

>>39783175
The Greek.

>>39783189
Which Greek?

>>39783174
>Shouldnt we first arrange the betrothal between Hugo and Joyce's sister
I didn't think this was an agreed upon thing. I wouldn't worry too much. Joyce's traditional housing area is in Jaffa, where you'll be heading next.

Thanks for reminding me about that horse trading thing. It got lost in my notes.

>>39783204
The reverse-trap.

>>39783204
Read the former threads anon. The greek who promised to help to keep her lands

>>39783204
Stylianos is the woman masquerading as a man looking to build foreign support for her claim to lands in the Eastern Roman Empire. She doesn't know you know she's a girl. Has an English bodyguard.

>>39783148
> see Stylianos

>>39783148
>Lord Gerard

Hey, before we leave, we should go sex up the brothel lady as thanks.

>>39783148
> see Stylianos

Lets hope she hasnt gotten into problems like we did with that thief

>>39783277
You mean Lady Lucca?
>>39783148
> see Stylianos

>>39783290
I don't know anybody's names!

>>39783309
Good thing i can remember them all for you then anon

>>39783313
On that note, weren't you working on a character list HF?

>>39783309
It's okay, even drunk me can give a rambling explanation on almost anyone you bring up.

>>39783369
Orlando! Traitorous shit, or shitty traitor?

>>39783374
Good friend with poor judgement and the worst luck

>>39783374
Orlando the traitorous shit, made shitty decision of supporting the king instead of the queen and threw us under the fucking bus. But he did save our life and is in a pretty shitty position so we can probably forgive and forget and gain a loyal retainer.

You decide your first order of business is to call on the so named 'Stylianos'. With your squire for company and sister at hand you leave your chambers. A few passing men-at-arms offer you a salute as you pass, and servants likewise stood aside to give you the floor. It was good to be so respected. These people knew you by sight and reputation, and knew you were a man that was obligated respect. A far cry from the freelance that had stood outside the gates and taken Sidon's coin without even remembering much of your face.

Stylianos was housed in rooms far from yours. 'He' was no guest of great importance, though still deserving of some quarter. You knocked upon the door, and it was opened a crack by the tall Englishman.

Ethelred was of the Old English. Most likely born in Greece, child to one of those dispossessed nobles that had refused to bend the knee to King William after the Conquest. He seemed a man filled with natural suspicion. A valuable friend to have considering his master's intrigue. When he saw that it was you he opened the door fully so that you might enter. Another chamber within.

You knocked and a voice answered "Who is it?" The door creaked inward, giving you a chance to see a hint of flesh hurriedly covered by a tunic.

"The Lord of Ramla," the Englishman replied.

Stylianos came out with a flushed face, smiling wide. Her mask was loose in that moment, very much a woman in her pleasure of your visit.

"Oh my lord, a pleasure!" she took your hand very daintily, but as she shook it her masculine forbearance returned, "A pleasure." She spoke lower, pumped your hand and clasped your elbow. A good manly handshake. When she peaked around your shoulder she met eyes with Mathilde, who blushed deeply.

>>39783430
"M'lord," she said to Stylianos with a slight dip. Stylianos merely nodded in turn.

"I thought to tell you we had plans to leave this day," you said.

'He' nodded. "Yes, of course. I'll prepare my things so we might accompany you."

"There's no rush," you said, "I've business still to attend to. Both here and in the city."

Stylianos gave a tired smile. "I am over keen to be gone. Every where I go it feels my steps are shadowed by my uncle. He will have no luck, I lost his vultures back in Acre." Ethelred nodded, making much of the axe he held. No doubt the man had put a bit of force into that. "We shall meet you and yours in the courtyard." He nooded to you and then to your sister, who blushed again, before retreating into 'his' chamber.

Before you left Ethelred took you by the arm. His old lined face cracked a little, some warmth entering that battle damaged old map. "You do a rare thing," he said, "You do us a kindness." That was all he had to say before he released you, closing the door on your back.

Your other affairs were as follow: bid farewell to Lord Gerard, and then visit Sir Matthias to discuss the horse trading operation he had mentioned. And perhaps when you were in the city, a last minute chance to make some purchases.

Either way, enough to keep you occupied until afternoon.

> go see Lord Gerard
> go to the city first and visit Sir Froggy

>>39783444
> go see Lord Gerard

>>39783444
>> go see Lord Gerard

Say our goodbyes then head for Sir Froggy

>>39783444
> go see Lord Gerard
>"Hey, you ever think about cutting the jews some slack?"

Sorry got caught up with something.

>>39783444
>> go see Lord Gerard

>>39783174
I really hope that the marriage isn't necessary. Perhaps it's just wishful thinking, but I'm enjoying the freedom Wilhelm gives Hugo, and I think it would just be a shame if things were suddenly decided like that without him weighing in his little brother's input on the matter.

But if that's how it turns out, then so be it.

>>39783444
>go see Lord Gerard
´

>>39783650
Its more a political marriage than anything else, besides there will go atleast 3 years before they will be married. A lot of things can change in that time. Also it would be good to have some land back in France that isnt at risk of being taken by muslims at every passing moment.

Also if we dont we might piss off Joyce a high ranking Templar and we really cant afford to piss off the Templars.

You decide to finish with your business at the castle.

The guards did not bar your way when you arrived, rather they thought you were expected.

Lord Gerard was in his private chambers, enjoying a performance from Marabru. It seemed the man had changed service yet again, from Toulouse to Foix to Sidon all in as many days. He played upon a lute, a slow tune that Gerard hummed along to off-key. The man had no gift for music. You had found Gerard was in large company in that regard. Still, before speaking you stopped to consider Marcabru's ability.

The man really was something of a savant. Even in so casual a setting playing such a nothing piece his performance was skillful. A pleasant morning's piece. Gerard considered his keep outside, looking out onto the waters.

He turned slow. His large, owlish face seemed thoughtful, near sad.

"My friend," he started, and immediately you felt uncomfortable. He sat, and motioned for you to do the same. He did nothing to acknowledge your sister, neither did he send her away. Across his belly he crossed his hands. "Peer out that window, boy, and tell me what you see." He directed your squire. Hugo seemed visibly discomforted. He crossed to the arrow slit and peered out.

"A large ship," he said, "Bearing colours and arms I don't recognise. Greek I think." He looked back, you could see he was a flutter of nerves. Your own stomach was turning.

"That," Lord Gerard, "Is a ship belonging to Theodore Komnenos. Have you heard of him?"

You shook your head. Lord Gerard smiled. "He is something of a pirate. And a general. And a man of business. Above all else he is a man of influence, and incredibly dangerous."

>>39783683
"And what does this have to do with me?" you asked.

Gerard cast out a hand. "You? You are a peripheral interest. A friend I seek to shelter as best that I can from being caught in a powerful storm. No, this has to do with that Greek bitch. The one who is calling herself 'Stylianos'. Rather, let us call her by her name. Zoe Doukas Komnenos. A runaway bride. You see our rather terrifying friend in the harbour is her betrothed. Her uncle as well, but the Romans keep different ways to our own." You felt your stomach hollow out. "You see Theodore is looking to become Caesar. In time I think he plans to become Emperor. And the truly awful thing is, he very really could. The man commands ten thousand soldiers, and a small fleet. So he is a very practical friend to have."

You felt your heart beating in your chest, your ears.

"His men are already at the gate," Gerard said, "I truly hope you don't do something foolish. It is your most unfortunate habit. Only the grace of god has seen it turn to your fortune."

You look to the doorway.

> rush to help Stylianos/Zoe
> do nothing

>>39783701
> rush to help Stylianos/Zoe
>"Whatever, nerd."

>>39783701
>> rush to help Stylianos/Zoe

Stupid sexy Chrivalry

>>39783701
>> rush to help Stylianos/Zoe

"My cherished friend, I thank you for your words but I am unable to just stand by for I have already given my word. My apologies in advance if I break anything. Farewell."

>>39783701
>"Don't worry, I'll go apprehend the serpent now."

>>39783701
>"Lord Gerard, you were a gracious host, that is, to me at most."

>>39783701
Get Hugo to help Zoe while we try to find a way around this.

"But if I may say so, does this Caesar truly look toward our enemies or does is he actually aiming somewhere closer to home?"

>>39783701
>"I truly hope you don't do something foolish. It is your most unfortunate habit. Only the grace of god has seen it turn to your fortune."
I'm sorry Gerard, you're a bro.

But the Bard!Knight must go where The Dick leads.


>> rush to help Stylianos/Zoe

>>39783701
>> rush to help Stylianos/Zoe

God help us.

>>39783701
>"OH MY GOD, IT'S ANOTHER ASSASSIN!"
>run

>>39783768
One of us needs to keep Imouto out of hostaging distance.

>>39783701
>"God willing."

>>39783783
Hey, we could actually go by the assassin that's in jail, steal his clothes, then "kidnap" Zoe.

>>39783793
Both our sister and brother are right here. I only said to send our brother away while we continue talks with Gerard or find someone else to consult about this. Technically our sister would still be following us.

>>39783806
No need for his in particular, any would do.

...sounds like a job for Hugo, Master of Disguise though.

Iovetta is a goddess.

>>39783817
Lady Lucca could maybe help us smuggle her away

>>39783822
Not how you spell Chiri

>>39783822
No, she's a saint, you filthy pagan.

Are we sending Hugo? Or is he coming with us? Because he needs to be there.

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Hey, if Hugo's with us, will we be able to DOUBLE DUEL people?

>>39783825
>Chiri

Unfortunately, I disagree. She's a good character, but she feels more like a tool than a person.

"Well then I'm sorry to disappoint you," you said with a strained grin. You stood, and drew your Damascus sword. "My thanks for your warning. You have been a gracious host and friend to me in this. I ask one thing. Protect my sister until my return."

Gerard's eyebrows lowered, but so did his chin in a nod. You strode for the door and flung it open, Hugo a step behind you. Mathilde could only watch as you dashed out the door.

It was a matter of minutes rather than hours. You rushed back the way you came, running at full tilt. Men and women both low and high had to duck aside to avoid the pair of you. You turned a corner, coming upon the corridor that hosted the woman you'd known as 'Stylianos'. Men were at her door, Three of them. Unfamiliar men in purple cloaks, with long handled axes and tight scaled chest armour. Beards of red and yellow, they turned at your arrival and spoke to each other in Nordic tongue. One pointed your way.

The door had a large cleft in it. The efforts of an axe stroke. Only a few more would smash it in completely.

"We are on Roman business," one hooted at you in Greek, "Varangians. If you dare, step forward."

A clear challenge to fight.

> step forward (fight)
> attempt to stall them
> do nothing

>>39783840
...she's shown just as much if not way more personality than Iovetta.

>>39783840
YOU'RE A TOOL

>>39783822
>almost ntr'd Wil
>goddess

>>39783839
>DOUBLE DUEL
You mean look threatening and charm bystanders while Hugo, God of War duels people?

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>>39783840
Anon. Think about it.

Started out on the bottom selling her body

Fall in love with a higher ranking man.

Guide and advice him and help him in his rise to power.

She is pretty much pictured

>>39783844
> step forward (fight)
>"We are on Ramlan business. Germans. If you wish to live, leave this place."

>>39783845
I'm just stating what I think. She's good for what she does.

>>39783844
Can we convince them we are just passing by? Get close enough to strike?

>>39783844
>> attempt to stall them

This is Jerusalem. Rome has no authority here.

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>>39783852
Never forget.

>>39783844
> attempt to stall them

We're not Hugo, here. Play to our strengths. We don't have the advantage anyway.

I miss Solobro.

>>39783844
>> step forward (fight)

Well Hugo's with us.

WRRAAAAAGHHHHHH

>>39783857
>>"We are on Ramlan business. Germans. If you wish to live, leave this place."
Top kek. Voting for this.

>>39783844
> attempt to stall them
"As custom dictates, I am obliged to ensure the safety of my companions and be informed of any actions that may effect my honor. Or does the Varangian Guard not acknowledge even the most basics of customs? "

>>39783866
Wilhelm's always been one to up and kill somebody if they endanger his friends.

>>39783865
Wil is Liu Bei
Hugo is Zhang Fei
Solomon is Guan Yu

>>39783884
But they are 3 heavily armed Varangian against Hugo and Wilhelm. think it might be better to stall them.

>>39783884
True. He's just not all that good at it.

>>39783891
> Shu

Ew.

>>39783892
The solution to your problem:
>"HEY, YOU LIMEY PIECE OF SHIT, GET OUT HERE AND DEFEND YOUR CHARGE!"

>>39783844
>> attempt to stall them

>>39783899

We're Cow Cow

Solomon is Zhang Liao

Hugo is Xiahou Dun

>>39783891
Nah, Wil is Sun Quan.

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>>39783854
Theodora is best empress

What's Hugo's War?

>>39783928
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>>39783899
Benevolence, son.

>>39783907
Hugo will lose his eye now.

>>39783949
builds character

Damn Greeks, running around as if they own the place

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>>39783955

>>39783949
Losing an eye isn't so bad, anon.

"I am Lord Wilhelm of Ramla, German by birth. I have given my word to protect the woman behind those doors. I give you this chance to leave with your lives"

"A German's word is iron and blood," one of the Varangians said in that lilting voice of theirs, "Respect." They saluted with their axes. "But we are Varangians, and no less oathbound."

The three had their axes in hand and you felt a hot train of fear ripple up your spine. Three aside filled the corridor. Big men, armoured well with long handles on those axes. You guessed them to be Danes. Experienced killers and half-pagan.

Hugo seemed a slender shadow at your side. His own sword drawn. Neither of you were armoured. A fight would not last long.

"Are Varangians the sort to attack innocent women?" you asked.

One of them laughed. "We are whatever the Romans need us to be. From here to Ragnarok, we are Death."

Your throat was tight, your mouth dry. For a second time you struggled for words.

"Are-"

But your question wasn't finished when the door burst open.

"Alfred! Britannia!" Ethelred bellowed, his axe a blur. One of the Danes was dead already beneath the Anglish axe, his head half removed at the back of the neck, flopping down onto his chest. The other two staggered back in surprise. Ethelred's axe bounced from helm and turned to bite the arm of his neighbour. He was a flurry, driving his fellow Varangians back. You could only gape at it.

He cleared a space before the door and 'Stylianos' dashed out. Zoe that is, saddle bags over her shoulders and face pale.

She came to you, stumbled and fell. You grabbed her by the elbow. Drew her up and onto her feet.

Damn it. You saw men fill in the corridor mouth. Not Varangians, but common Roman soldiers armed with spears. You looked the other way to a clear path.

> stay and fight
> take Zoe and run

>>39783994
>> take Zoe and run

We are not armored.

>>39783994
>> take Zoe and run

>>39783994
> take Zoe and run
> also an axe

>>39783994
>> take Zoe and run
Godspeed Alfred. Die well.

>>39784016
His name is not Alfred... Its Ethelred

>>39784020
He just said it was Alfred.

>>39784035
It was his battle cry. refering to the old English king Alfred.

>>39783994
> take Zoe and run


>>39784035
I believe that's his king.

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>>39784035
This is the guy he is refering to.

You took Zoe by the hand and began to run.

Dread beyond fear filled you as they rounded the other corner. Spear points dropped, Roman soldiers keeping rank. There was no escape.

"Oh God. Oh God!" Zoe cried, hugging herself hard as her legs gave out beneath her. Hot tears poured from her eyes. "Oh Jesu Cristi! Jesus Christ!" She pulled at her shirt and almost doubled over.

Purple cloaked soldiers broke rank to let an armoured man walk in. He wore a spectacular helm, fashioned like a roaring lion. His chest plate was wrought with gold and ivory, a match for the scabbard that held his sword. He had a dark face and dark beard streaked with red, like rust. And he had eyes that had nothing inside them. Not hope, nor love, nor fear, nor hate, not pleasure or even surprise. Like bear eyes they were.

And he sighed.

"Zoe, you troublesome little bitch."

She quivered with hard sobs at your feet.

His eyes turned to you.

"This is the only fool willing to help you? It takes courage to cross me. I respect that."

He smiled. An imitation of human emotion.

"Lord Wilhelm. I've had word of you. A great speaker they say. Dethroned a king with just his words. You are the talk of the Levant. Tell me though, do you think there is a way to talk yourself out of this one?"

As if on cue his men took a single, united step forward. An echoing stomp. The jangle of spear and armour rung out.

> yes
> no

>>39784106
>> yes

>>39784106
> No.

Hmm.

What can we do?

>>39784106
>no

>>39784106
>> yes

You can always talk yourself out of anything

Fuck if I know.

>>39784106
> yes

>>39784106
>> yes

Too soon to give up. Lets leave it to the dice.

>>39784127
If you can fight, fight. If you can't fight, hold your ground. If you can't hold your ground, flee. If you can't flee, surrender. If you can't surrender, die.

>>39784106
No

>>39784134
Sure as hell not fighting our way out.

>>39784106
>> yes

>>39784106
> yes

>>39784106
> no
We could say that her bodyguard went rouge since he killed a Varangian but we still can't really solve the problem that Zoe is a runaway bride. Its not something we can really meddle in unless we consult Zoe's father. Even if we could her family would suffer the backlash from canceling the marriage unless they had sufficient cause.

We could always duel him but where is our justification first? Unless we say Zoe ran away and became a nun.

>>39784162
Anon. That would be to talk ourself out of this.

>>39784162
all yes-men listen to this guy

Everyone who voted yes, please give your reasoning as to why we are capable of talking our way out of this? Like, what's our ammo, and how effective will it be against Darth Vader?

>>39784164
I am saying no since I can't think of an actual solid point we can lead on except for the nun thing which Zoe wouldn't want to due to her goals.

>"I already laid with her."

>>39784177
Talking is what Willy excells at; giving excuses, lying, and misdirection is still talking our way out. We've been seen, and this guy doesnt seem friendly.

God damn it we are gonna get fucking speared what have you guys been doing while I was asleep

>>39784177
Because I'm thinking death by association is a real possibility, and there's not a lot of wiggle room in these options.

>>39784197
And what is the lies/misdirection/excuse you are going to give/vote for? If you voted yes you should have at least an overall idea of how you are going to follow up, you don't just rely on dice rolls. Just like how anons now know to use BLOCK when we are fighting people instead of just attacking.

Rolled 88 (1d100)

Rolling to see how fucked we are

>>39784211
Blame the sexy sweet reversetrap, nigger.

>>39784217
Our head will roll.

Am I the only one who saw HF's ominous tweet?

We may be able to bring out the fact that this is Jerusalem and not Roman land and it is a violation of the Kingdom of Jerusalem sovereignty. That it might lead to conflict between the two nations. And offer him to bring it up with the queen ?.

>>39784222
No. Noooo....

>>39784225
We should just concede this one.

>>39784106
>no

>>39784215
Guy, I'm just going with my gut.

>>39784225
No. I don't think one reverse trap is worth the possibility of war

>>39784225
They are simply retrieving a runaway bride/noble and it seems Gerard gave consent for them to enter his land and complete their mission. You also have to remember that Zoe did not claim asylum or any backing. She is simply a foreign visitor. If we do say they are in a violation of Jerusalem's sovereignty we are going to get Gerard in trouble as well.

>>39784236
Your gut is an idiot

Moral of the story: Don't involve yourself with byzantine intrigue

>>39784245
This early? You're damn straight.

>>39784236
It is fine to believe. But since multiple people voted, I wanted to think at least some people had an idea to this situation when they voted for it.

Fuck the byzantines, how long until Venice fucks them over?

>>39784273
Think it is around 100 years.

Let's just go out a window.

>people actually thought saying yes was a good idea
damn aussies and eurofags get your shit together

>>39784298
He wouldn't see that one coming for sure. We have a talent for making enemies as fast as we make friends.

This will end in tears.

>>39784236
Go with your tongue and what it can conjure instead of some confidence in the QM's ability to write us a way out. I wanna hear what excuses and arguments you've thought up.

>>39784106
>We all jump out a window, it's not like we're wearing armor.

>>39784319
We deserve it

"Yes," you said, the word like a muted bell peeling.

Zoe looked up at you, her face a red mess, lips trembling.

Theodore laughed. A long and pleasant one.

"Let this be a lesson to you about hubris. A demonstration of real power," he said, and stepped toward the girl.

"No!" Ethelred roared, turning to face the General.

It was a deadly hiss, the spears coming forward. They took him through the arms, the legs, the shoulders, metal points coming out glittering with red. His axe fell from his hands. He stood like a scarecrow, standing only by the strength of arm of the men who held the spears. He made a noise. Like a croak or a whine. He ran from a dozen points. His eyes were on Zoe. Dying eyes.

Zoe's eyes were wide and mouth open in horror. She could not even scream, her chest was heaving greatly.

One of the Varangians stepped forward. It was a snick of the axe he'd carried that left Ethelred's gaping face rolling across the floor. The man picked it up and threw it to his companion.

Theodore took another step with a smug grin. Now there was something like emotion in his eyes. He looked to you.

"You will watch. You will do that. And you will remember what happens when a Latin tries to involve himself in Roman affairs."

He crouched beside Zoe, stroked her long olive neck. "It is time to claim my bride, and end this nonsense." And then he gently, mockingly, nibbled on her ear as if they were long time lovers.

It was the Varangians that held her down. They pressed her face down on the stones of that hallway. Held her by the shoulders as he pulled down her men's breeches. She fought, thrashed underneath him, resist his touch upon her exposed backside. He pulled himself from under his armoured skirt.

Hugo choked. His eyes large and filling with tears, teeth gritted. Your hand was the only thing that stayed him. Your own horror had left your mind faintly numb. It was all happening before you, as if it was both very close and at a great distance.

>>39784321
That slick thinking won't exist until I either stay awake a few more hours or finally go yo sleep. I'm at the point in exhaustion where my thoughts are scrambled.

>>39784332
You guys are so god damn retarded

The sound she made when he took her maidenhead with that first thrust would be carried to your dying day.

He took her in front of his men, attention devoted to his task. Enjoying it. When he was done he gave a satisfied huff, and finally pulled out. His face was glowing.

Zoe had not lost consciousness. Not once. And when he was done at least, her eyes were open, her body breathed. But he had emptied her, and when one of the Varangians threw her over his shoulder she went limply, like a pair of saddlebags.

Theodore stopped before you and looked you up and down, still bare to the world with his long slick member.

"Never cross my path again," he said, and clapped your shoulder.

They left you and Hugo alone. Hugo dropped to his knees and gave a painful howl, ripping his tunic apart upon his chest. You merely stood, staring at the spot Zoe had lain. There was only a little blood.
-
It was Etienne that found you. Armed and armoured with your men.

"Orders my lord?" he asked.

You looked up at him a dumb animal. He put a hand to your shoulder, moustache tweaking.

"Your men need orders," he said, gesturing to the men-at-arms that crowded around you.

You closed your eyes.

> we return to Ramla
> I have business in the city

>>39784343
He would have done it anyway even if we had said no. The guy is a bastard

>>39784332
>Geld him, then he'll be powerless.

>>39784343
I'd thought it'd be a chance to explain ourselves out of the situation, not get her raped.

>>39784332
Rip in peace Ethelred.
>And you will remember what happens when a Latin tries to involve himself in Roman affairs
He's right but we are german.

>>39784350
Historical Fiction, we did not know that "Yes" to mean it would have those consequences. Next time you do something like this, could you say what the consequences are?

>>39784350
> I have business in the city

Lets set up that trade Caravan with Sir Froggy and get the hell out of this place

>>39784356
That's exactly what makes you retarded

>>39784350
> I have business in the city
And that business ISN'T getting revenge.

>>39784364
You should have explained your case better.

>>39784350
> I have business in the city
Lets get that horse trading business done.

>>39784362
The only different outcome between yes and no was a single line.

>>39784373
>>39784351

So i was right then.

>>39784373
I just hope we never see another roman again.

>>39784350
>> I have business in the city

>>39784370
You should have fought if you actually wanted to help the girl. I was asleep at the time. Wilhelm has the ability to fight even though it's not his specialty

Well, I don't know how we were supposed to come out on top with that Greek business, so pbbt.

Damn. Chiri was right again. That girl was trouble. Big time.

>>39784373
Really, no jumping out a window?

>>39784388
You wanted us all to jump out of the castle window and land on the ground ?

>>39784380
No, running and getting her out of there was the smarter option.

>>39784387
It's apparent that she was in trouble, and we learned it first hand. Interjection into this guys affairs is bad news, but I hope we kill him one day.

>>39784394
It would have been better, we didn't have anything heavy on.

Still best Quest.

>>39784373
Was there any way we could have actually helped her?

>>39784403
Anon you try to jump out of second floor and see what happens.

>>39784400
Could we never mess with them again? I am against revenge unless there is a reward for it.

>>39784412
we have more pressing concerns.

>>39784410
I'll answer that after the session.

>>39784411
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vlpaIilsgrQ

In real life, this guy jumped out from the seventh floor of a building.

>>39784410
We probably could if we interrogated the assassin though that would be very risky.

>>39784412
Nah, I'm all for revenge, just later on when we have the power.

>>39784350
>I have business in the city
>Laugh long and loud

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>>39784432
Are you sure about that?

>>39784445
I don't care about their power now, I care about our power later.

>>39784452
Unless we convince Venice to help convince others to fuck them over we won't have a chance.

Hahahaha, people were all expecting this to come down to dice rolls, and in the end no dice were rolled!

>>39784458
Our focus should continue to stay on Ramla and Ascalon and then Eqypt

>>39784458
Hush, we just have to hold onto our hope.

>>39784445
If he wants to become emperor I am sure there is going to be a decently sized faction that would oppose him. We could back them or try to discredit Theodore so he can't take up the title.

>>39784466
That's right. We should focus on removing kebab.

Well, at least we're going to train our WAR now.

It takes you a moment to find your voice.

"I have business in the city. Sir Matthias. Horse trading," your words are short, clipped, but composed. Some how. You don't need Etienne's help, your feet are steady. Steadier than you thought they'd be. Hugo needed gentler handling. He wept softly as a couple of the soldiers took him up.

It was then that others found you. Sabeen in armour with sword and shield. Maggie hefting an axe. Mohmed and Orlando with swords each. Chihirizahd behind.

"God be good, you are safe," Orlando said, rushing to your side. You push him off before he can hug you. The man stares, backing away. He looked about. "What has happened?"

"Later," Sabeen said, coming over to Hugo.

"But-" Orlando tried, but Sabeen just gave him a glare.

"Later Orlando," she snapped. She took Hugo by the shoulder, her hard glare melting to one of soft concern. The boy's tears settled and he huffed, half bare chest. In his rage he had dug bloody rivets into his own skin. Sabeen led her to Maggie.

It was Mohmed that paused at the sight of the blood stains. Nodding as he put the scene together in his head. Ministrations he left to Chihirizahd's hands. Soft and warm upon the tightness of your neck. She did not say anything, and she did not seem shocked, but she offered you a sad, knowing smile.

Of course, she would know much about this sort of cruelty.

Mathilde came rushing in the courtyard. Hugged you tight around the waist. You could see she had been crying. She even gave Hugo a stiff, awkward hug. As you all walked, yourself still rattled and numb, through the courtyard, you saw Gerard watching from a balcony. He could only offer you a slight nod.

Your party mounted and you let your horse carry you from the castle and into the city. You had spoken off business, but in truth you merely wanted to be rid of this place. A revulsion overcame you very suddenly, a full nausea that crept under your skin.

> roll 1d100, best of three to remain in the city

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>39784503

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>39784503

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>39784503

>>39784507
Should be good enough

>>39784332
>>39784350
Not as bad as I thought it would be.

I wanna burn their boat.

You turned in your saddle and heaved, vomit splattering down in the gutter. That earned you the hateful eye of a passing merchant. You were in no mood to feel sorry for him. With that bile though went some of your nausea. You wiped the last trail off on the back of your hand, looked around you with sharper, clearer eyes. You knew the way to Sir Matthias, and a touch of your heels to horse flesh had you trotting in that direction.

It was that narrow little avenue you had awoken in drunk one morn. A tidy little house. Sir Matthias stood out the front, stretching his joints, sleeves rolled up as if he had been hard at work within.

You slid out of your saddle.

"Ho, friend!" his smile was bright and cheery, "You're in luck. My wife has just gone into labour!" His face glowed. The man was very pleased with himself.

Your heart sank. Did he know the dangers of childbirth? Your own mother had lost six other children, three before you with one of them being in the crib. A cry came from within, Jehanne loud and painful. It rattled you for more reasons than one. You might have dashed in.

"My mother and the midwife are inside attending to her," he said, "But no fear, there's room enough to make a deal in the sitting room."

He held the door open for you.

> attend to business
> send Mohmed to assist with the birth
> wait outside Jehanne's door while she births your bastard

>>39784571
Too bad m8 we went full diplomancer so now /tg/ will never actually vote to fight unless we're playing as hugo

>>39784576
>> send Mohmed to assist with the birth

Give Froggy the offer to let him assist

>>39784576
> send Mohmed to assist with the birth
> wait outside Jehanne's door while she births your bastard
We need good news.

>>39784576
> send Mohmed to assist with the birth
Get a gift for the baby?

>>39784576
> send Mohmed to assist with the birth

>>39784582
See, you never go full anything. The very thing you're quoting says just that. We can train ourselves continuously, to reach even greater heights than Hugo can. Being content with where we are now, that guy who gets talked down to by rapists, isn't what I would call ambitious. Not training our body is dumb, especially when we're preparing to go to war.

>>39784576
Please have the mother's hair
Please have the mother's hair
Please have the mother's hair

>>39784576
>"Hey, Orlando, you wanna be a godfather of this child?"

>>39784607
Too early for that. But we shouldnt worry too much. Froggy got dark hair. BUt oh god please let it have her hair.

>>39784576
>send mohmed
>attebd business

>>39784576
>> attend to business
>> ASK to send Mohmed to assist with the birth

"Business can wait," you said, striding past him. You called Mohmed to come up. Froggy visibly paled at the sight of a Saracen. Right now you didn't give a damn. You directed him up the stairs to where the cries were coming from.

Mohmed attempted to enter and Froggy's mother gave a curse.

"No men in the birth chamber!"

Superstitious old witch, an ungenerous thought. You pushed the door open. Damn etiquette.

Jehanne's face was red and running with sweat, her knees raised and lips curled back in pain. Her eyes were running with tears. She was such a slim. Girl. Froggy's be-scarfed old mother gaped at you. As did the old woman on the other side of Jehanne.

"Let my man see to your daughter," you growled the words. Near drew your sword as well. Their shock and outrage turned to naked fear. They fled the room before you. Now Mohmed was free to take the mid-wife's seat.

"Send Maggie to help," he instructed you. You did just that bellowing for the Irish lass. She came up with flying skirts, rushing past you.

"Clean sheets, hot water," he said. It seemed to be all he said as he crouched before Jehanne's spread knees.

Jehanne reached out a hand, eyes twisting up.

"Please," she said, body wracked with pain. Pale fingers outstretched toward you.

You stood in the doorway.

> take her hand
> go back to your business

>>39784663
Fuck Froggy's consent, he's not the one in childbirth.

>>39784666
>go back to your business

>>39784666
>> go back to your business
Taking her hand is a bad idea.

>>39784666
> take her hand

>>39784666

>call froggy
"Come on, man. You wife needs you."

>>39784666
> go back to your business

>>39784676
Stop being so paranoid, every witness that this could prove scandalous to is out of the room.
Plus, family always comes before business.

>>39784666
>>> go back to your business

Look, if we're not even going to do things that will help console women that will give birth to our child, I don't see how this quest could be fun.

>>39784682
Froggys gonna think it pretty scandalous

>>39784666
>> take her hand
You know what, lets just take the hand.

If froggy asks, just say we've seen many of our would be siblings die.

>>39784696
He's not even in the room! Plus, fuck him.

>>39784666
>> take her hand

If Froggy enters the room, tell him to take it and be a man to his wife.

>>39784682
>Stop being so paranoid
You'll never become a UV if you think like that.

>>39784666
> go back to your business

>>39784708
No, being paranoid has done nothing for us, and it needs to stop. We have been thrown in jail despite being paranoid, we have almost been assassinated despite being paranoid, we even lost one of our friends despite being paranoid.
If we had been less paranoid when Zoe asked us to convince Lord Gerard of her cause, she might have been un-raped.

>>39784666
>> take her hand

>>39784666
>>39784706
Seconding.

>>39784666
>> take her hand

You look on her with great sympathy.

"Mohmed will care for you," was all you said as you closed the door.

She wailed high and sharp. It was a nail against your heart, but you ignored it. You found Froggy waiting, sitting, with cups of wine for the lot of you. Orlando had found a seat, as had Etienne. Noble guests were well treated here. Etienne took a sip of his and rolled the wine around his mouth. He did not seem pleased with it. He voiced no complaint. Orlando did not touch his wine. He just watched you as you took a seat.

Froggy seemed a touch annoyed by the expulsion of his mother, but made nothing of it as he served you a chunk of cheese. It went well with the cheap wine. You were German, and beer was more your drink, so you had no complaints about the servings.

"My father and I do most of our deals with Bedouins. Fine Arabian stallions occasionally come our way," he said, "Mostly we deal with the north circuit, up into Tripoli. It's good money. But we are looking to expand south. We've only lacked a trust worthy partner to assist us. Arrange for agents to sell and protection for our stock. I say if you can do this for us we can cut you in at twenty percent, with a pick of the horses we send south for yourself. Keep them or sell them on your own terms. Your choice."

Jehanne screamed.

"It's a fair offer," Orlando said as he nibbled on some cheese.

It wasn't a rubbish offer at least. You looked to Etienne but the man shrugged. He knew war and little else.

> roll 1d100 + 20

>>39784734
There's a difference between being paranoid and avoiding being totally obvious about impregnating this dudes wife

>>39784793
HF. You need to say when you've begun writing. Take her hand won.

Rolled 63 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>39784793

>>39784800
Due to obvious samefagging

>>39784800
You're right, sorry. I'll be sure to post a notification next time.

Rolled 36 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>39784793

Rolled 24 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>39784793

>>39784814
POST A NOTIFICATION EVERY TIME

Rolled 39 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>39784793

Welp, I don't wanna play Crusader Quest anymore. It was fun until this thread happened.

>>39784834
Okay bye.

>>39784834
fuck off then, you will not me missed

>>39784804
>>39784819
>>39784820

hopefuly our CHA should coutneract the shitty rolls

>>39784834
Sorry your samefagging was too late to swing the vote in your favor

"We don't just work with Bedouins though," Froggy said, "Some of our capital is provided by Jews in the city. Christ killers aren't a problem for you, are they?"

You shook your head. So long as they were reliable you had no problem, even with a Jew.

He drummed his hands upon the desk.

"So is that acceptable? Trading in the spring season, twenty percent of gross in exchange for agents procured and employed by you as well as protection. Sweetened with a pick of the herd. Are we in agreement?" he extended his hand.

> roll 1d100 + 20
> shake his hand
> propose a counter offer (1d100, best of three)

>>39784841
It's not a charisma roll. You're rolling for a successful birth.

>>39784814
Well too late, the damage is done and you went with the wrong vote, just another shitshow like this entire thread.

CHOOOOOOOOOOOO CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>39784859
>> propose a counter offer (1d100, best of three)

Rolled 85 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>39784859
> shake his hand

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>>39784841
>>39784868

>>39784871
You need to relax anon. Or just stop posting altogether

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>39784859
>> propose a counter offer (1d100, best of three)

>>39784856
I feel sorrier for a person who wouldn't comfort the woman giving birth to their child.

>>39784868
PANIC!
>>39784880
Thank god you are here Anon

>>39784884
Different anon, but I just caught up now, and what the fuck, we watched a girl get raped right in front of us. Holy fucking railroad, Batman!

Rolled 2 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>39784859
>> shake his hand

>>39784859
>> propose a counter offer (1d100, best of three)

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>39784859
>> propose a counter offer (1d100, best of three)

>>39784886
It's actually outside the norm of medieval society to be present at a birth, except for waiting outside men traditionally weren't meant to be in the presence of a woman in labour.

>>39784886
I thought you were leaving

>>39784896
>railroad
No, the players fucked up. They should face the consequences of their choices. Even if HF gave them the choice of attacking or trying to flee with Zoe, it would have been for naught. Wilhelm would have died.

>>39784859
>> shake his hand

>>39784934
Sometimes shit happens and we make mistakes. We just have to face up to that.

>>39784934
>The only different outcome between yes and no was a single line.
Don't know about you buddy, but that's what I call a railroad

>>39784886
Nigga our child's life will be ruined if froggy finds out it's our bastard

>>39784947
Because the players made the mistake BEFORE that choice. They had already fucked up by that point. This outcome was inevitable based on the players mistake.

Not railroad.

"It's a deal good enough for me," you said, taking his offered hand.

Sir Froggy smiled as the deal was struck. You heard Jehanne give a whimpering noise. Ad then, then you heard a cry. A loud, brash, bawling of a strong infant.

Maggie came stumbling down the stairs, her arms red to the elbow. Her hair was curled with sweat and she looked poleaxed.

She smiled.

"A successful birth," she said more through her flaring nostrils than her mouth.

> roll 1d2
> 1 boy
> 2 girl

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>39784962

>>39784967
Its a boy!

>>39784954
Uh, we have a house?

>>39784962
Christ I hope we don't have to roll for hair color

>>39784934
He wouldn't let us roll to see how well our chances were at running.

>>39785000
keep cryin bitch nigga

>>39784962
Do you have counting problems?

>>39784990
How about you read the archive?

>>39784957
Try and argue all you like anon, but that was a railroad to hell and back.

>>39785018
Yeah, we do have a house the last time I checked.

>>39784941
And sometimes the QM just decides to fuck you with a rake and ask whether you enjoyed it afterwards. Then fuck you with the rake again because your answer and actions don't matter.

>>39785024
Try and ignore my sound arguments all you want, it wasn't railroad. Try to run a quest yourself instead of being a whiny, crying little bitch over every little choice.

>>39785036
I do, and that was a blatant railroad from the start.

>>39785034
You're an idiot. Stop posting.

>>39785036
>every little choice
>TWO choices that led to a girl being raped before our very eyes

>>39785036
It was. Sometimes, you have to allow the players a hopeful option despite how much you hate yourself for allowing them a way to climb out of the hole they dug themselves into.

>>39785053
Speaking of holes, I hear windows are pretty spacious. So spacious, you can jump out of them with a 50/50 chance of safety.

You were first up the stairs with Matthias beside you.

A boy. A blue eyed boy with a soft cap of black hair. A big, burly lad that moved fitfully in his mother's arms. Mohmed stood by the window looking as if he needed a drink. The man looked exhausted. When Maggie brought him a cup of clear water he smiled at her, took the drink.

"An easy birth," he said, raising a hand, "Allah be praised."

That caused the entire room to shoot him an ugly frown. The man retreated a step, smiling awkwardly.

But Jehanne was not angry. Her eyes were only on the babe in her arms, wet eyes and a glowing face. He frowned at her, face wrinkling up, red and angry. What a strange, alien creature a baby seemed fresh from the womb. All covered in blood and squishy.

"Little Alain," she said, touching his chin. Then she looked to you and her face near melted, joyful sobs breaking from her lips.

Mathilde came up beside you. "Oh!" she clasped a hand to her mouth, her own eyes watering. "Oh look at it!"

Women and their weakness for newborns. But then again, you were grinning too.

"Little Matthias," Froggy said, crouching over the mother and child. Jehanne's head ripped up at him, eyes wide and scowling.

"My boy," she said through clenched teeth, "Is named Alain."

Froggy backed up a step, frightened by his wife. You couldn't blame him. She had her teeth bared like she meant to take his throat. But as soon as her eyes were back on Alain the she-wolf disappeared and the mother returned. What glory there was in motherhood.

You leaned on the doorway, feeling wrung out. Turned inside out. This day had been one of awful juxtaposition.

You watched mother tend child, and your heart panged for Ioveta.

But mostly, it longed for home.
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QnA

Wilhelm: +2 War, +1 Int

I still can't believe half the players hold reputation over happiness.

>>39785078
Well that was eventful, Atleast little Alain is safe and sound and the mother didnt die aswell so thati s always a plus

>>39785078
>A boy. A blue eyed boy with a soft cap of black hair

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