>>43357730
> visit Chihirizahd

Inform Chiri about what we learned from the guard

>>43357730
> visit Chihirizahd

It is great to see you again HF!

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>>43357730
chiri

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>>43357730
>> visit Chihirizahd
Fuckin HYPE!

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>>43357730
> visit Chihirizahd

IT'S ALIVE!

You make your way through the castle, up the stairs to the chambers of your lord brother's concubine. Lady Chihirizahd was the name she was known by to the world, a pleasure girl f soft flesh and clinging silk. But to you she was known by another name. Viyan. A woman who had survived unimaginable trials through the only means she could.

A strong woman. You admired her greatly.

Knocking upon the surface of her door, you waited patiently though as a noble and her a mere slave you could have freely barged in with all authority. It did not take her long to answer your knock. Ready for the day in a Frankish style dress cut close to her body, luxurious dark hair falling in tresses around her shoulders framing that golden-brown delicate face, with full lips falling into a natural, inviting smile.

"Mathilde," she said.

Viyan stepped aside to let you enter. You slipped by her into the concubine's rooms. It was a very fine residence for a slave, near as good as your own with a wide bed with curtains drawn up, decorated with silken bed sheets and plump pillows, with a small fireplace for winter. There was even an attached bath that could be heated. Recently used, from the smell of soap and the clean sheen on Viyan's smooth, bronzed skin.

Your brother had established her well.

A book stood open upon her desk, some Arabic text. A plate of half eaten food beside it. Viyan resumed her seat, closing the book, and turning her attention fully onto you, hands clasped in her lap.

"Do you have some information?" she asked.

> nothing certain yet
> tell her about the counterfeit coins
> tell her about the Venician merchant, Vincent, that had arrived in the night

>>43358284
> tell her about the counterfeit coins

And what the guards had told about Rosalie leaving in the middle of the night

>>43357730
DEUS VULT!

got a few theories on our spy

>the Spy is setting Wilhelm up for a fall after the failure of Ascalon via forgery
>the Spy is a Saracen Informer and the Forgery is a seperate yet just as Important issue
>Tancreds possibly been small bribes unaware of the larger picture (possibly hit him up in regards to who has been paying him on the sly)
Tancred could afford a fucking Venetian Bauble something he rightly shouldn't be able to afford to simply buy on a whim

>>43358284
Damn. I thought she just slept in Wilhelm's room. Also is she wearing the dress ?

I hope she is careful. She could still get in a bit of trouble, but i doubt she has much to fear inside the tower itself.

>>43358340

Seconding this

>>43357730
YOU ARE ALIVE!
Hope we get a perk for banging all the royalty

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>>43358284
Goddamn I've missed Cq

> tell her about the counterfeit coins

Is there anyone serving us that isn't a spy?

>>43358539
Solomon
Chiri
Irish gals
Franz
Probably not Orlando

We should braid chiri's hair while we talk

>>43358580
>Solomon
>not a spy

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>>43358665
No homo.

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>tfw Mathilde is going to end up gangraped or dead sooner or later because anons are retarded

>>43358615
don't talk shit about our nebro

You lay the lead coin down upon the desk, on top of the leather binding of her book. You lay a second counterfeit coin next to it.

"Fakes, circulating through the town," you said, "Perhaps there is a connection between the two."

Viyan took one of the coins in her hand, rolled it through her fingers, lips pursed as she considered the coin. She flicked it up with her thumb, turning it end over end, letting it hit the floor with a heavy thud. Then she looked to you as she stretched back in her chair.

"You might be right," she said, "Where did you find this?"

You took a seat upon the arm of Viyan's chair and smiled down at your friend.

"I found three," you said, "One from a merchant, one from a soldier and one from a priest. The soldier had been paid off by Rosalie, the merchant had been paid by a townsfolk, and Father Desmond found it in his collection box. What does that tell us?"

Viyan brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Well, it tells us that you are diligent," she said. Your heart lifted for the compliment. "But the coins could have come from any number of places. We'll need to investigate further to connect those threads. Do you know who paid the merchant bad coin?"

You crossed your legs. "A peasant. He's to be flogged for it, though not harshly."

Viiyan ran a finger over her lips. "We should have someone earn the confidence of this peasant. Discover where he got the coin. The others are bad leads, I think. Rosalie will not give up her master over a lead coin and discovering who dropped a bad coin into a collection tray is a wasted effort."

"Should I do it?" you asked, keen to further improve yourself, heart a-flutter.

Viyan shook her head. "A man would do better. Preferable one low born. Someone much the same as him."

> suggest the man-at-arms
> suggest Tancred
> suggest Solomon
> nominate another man
> I can do it

>>43358860
> suggest the man-at-arms

>>43358860
> nominate another man

Desmond

>>43358860
Tancred, he is the constable so he will be the least suspicious

>>43358966
>Chief law enforcment guy
>least suspicious

>>43358860
> suggest the man-at-arms
Top Gun,s theme is inthe background

I missed you HF

>>43357730
>crusader quest
>And you are Mathilde, young daughter

I'm tired of you ridiculous faggots

>>43358986
If Garibaldi can do it so can Tancred

>>43359025
Read the archives before assuming things heathen

>>43358860
> suggest the man-at-arms

>>43359025
Just in case you are unaware Mathilde is one of three POVs, the other two being her brother Lord Wilhelm and her half-brother Hugo.

>>43359025
Hey, that's not even getting into the other sister's potential up-and-coming druid ninja business

>>43358746
Hey, worst-case scenario, we can go hide in the church.

>>43358986
It'll be fine, he wears that helmet all the time, so if he just takes that off, he'll be in disguise.

Should we leave this room with Chihirizahd's hickies so people won't suspect us of plotting with her?

>>43359400
actually this would make Rosalie suspect us of falling for the /u/ and would make it way easier for her to think she's ''seduced'' us

DO IT!

>>43359400
Why would they suspect we are plotting anything ?

We are just a noblegirl spending some time with our part time handmaiden

We will fail the siege

>>43359491
sounds like something a dirty Greek would say

"What about the man-at-arms I got this one from?" you asked, touching the coin still on the book.

Viyan frowned, forehead crinkling, but she voiced no objections.

"Do so carefully," she said, "If you think him untrustworthy or if he tries to force some payment out of you that is...immodest, tell me or Sir Solomon. We will deal with him."

You gave a light little laugh. So fearful for you, overly so, but it was a touching sentiment. You had dealt with soldier types most of your life, they were a simple type of man. Still, you did not ignore her advice entirely. Men could be unpredictable when alone with a pretty girl like yourself, you'd learned that first hand with your Uncle Hermann.

So before you went to speak with this man at arms, you procured a long pointed dagger from the armoury, and kept it at your belt on the back of your waist.

He was dicing in the commons, laughing at some jest. A hairy man of early twenties, brown haired and missing some teeth, with a tan beaten face from the Levantine sun. He noticed you over his horn of ale and got a funny look on his face as you crossed the common room.

One of his companions said - "I'd do 'em both at once. That slip of a noble girl and the black heathen. Can you imagine those shapely arses bouncin' on your-"

"You'll shut your mouth if y'know what's good for you," the man-at-arms you'd spoken with previously said, face burning bright as you came to stand before the guards wearing your most innocent of girlish smiles.

The one that had made some crude suggestions about bouncing arses gaped at you like a dying fish. His companions turned uneasy smiles your way.

"Your worship, can we help you?" the man-at-arms asked.

You looked down on the seated men, hand upon your neck. "Mayhap you can," you said to him, "I've need of a man."

That earned a grin and sly eyes from his companions. You flicked your hand in annoyance. "If you would accompany me to surroundings more private," it was not a suggestion. The man-at-arms set down his horn and picked up his helmet, hand to his sword as he followed you.

You carefully ignored the crude muttered suggestions his companions made as you left.

It was in the stables you took him.

"Your worship," he said, "I don't know what your plan is but you should know I'm a man engaged to wed."

You gave a snort. "It's nothing to do with that," you said, "I've need of a man for a delicate mission. Uncovering the source of those counterfeit coins you showed me."

He nodded, leaning back against the wall. A horse within gave a muttered wicker.

"A man is to be flogged tomorrow," you said, "If you could discover from him just who he got the coins from that would be most helpful."

The man-at-arm's face went sly. "How helpful?" he asked.

"What would be a suitable reward?" you asked, a sudden flutter in your stomach. You hoped he did not ask for your virtue, to enact the crude suggestion of his friend.

"Coin," he said, "Enough to set my woman up well when she arrives from Jaffa."

You let out a relieved sigh. Perhaps this was a man of some honour.

"Done," you gave him your hand. The hard callous' of his fingers rubbed against the tender flesh of your own.

"I'm called Bayard," he said.

"Thank you for doing this Bayard," you said. He flashed you a missing toothed grin. It had a charisma despite the blank spaces.

With that done you turned to other things.


> meet with Sabeen
> visit the merchant, Vincent
> meet with Tancred
> nominate another companion to visit

>>43359555
> visit the merchant, Vincent

>>43359555
>> visit the merchant, Vincent
Let's be a good goy

>>43359555
>> visit the merchant, Vincent

It's alive!

I wonder if we could get Sabeen to just bodyguard for us while we go around investigating?

>>43359699
Too inconspicuous

>>43359717
So it would work perfectly, then?

>>43359717
>The young noblegirl walking around with a body is too inconspicuous


I dont really think it is.

>>43359739
>Oh, my, god, look at her bod

>>43359555
> meet with Tancred

Time to find out if he's taking some on the side

>>43359555
>> meet with Tancred

Man, I'm getting antsy.

I'm wondering if we should leave a letter with Sabeen or someone unconnected with a note to only open it if something happened to us.

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>43359948
What could possibly go wrong?

The Italian merchant had been given permission to set up within the walls of the castle itself. Probably for the best, considering his treatment of the peasant man had not endeared him to the common folk of the village. He had a stall with a shaded stand, jewels set upon an open table and cloth in rolls beside it. The women of the keep, your handmaids, servants, and your mother and sister as well, were purring over his baubles and cloths.

"I could make you such a beautiful dress," your mother said to Giselle. She was dressed in the manner of a dignified lady, hair hidden under a proper wimple, body concealed near formless beneath a heavy dress. How she could stand it in the heat of the eastern sun you did not know.

Giselle did not seem interested in the prospect of a dress, but gawped at a bejewelled dagger that sat with the brooches and necklaces.

Vincent, light brown hair curled down to his shoulders and big as a tree, stood behind the table pleased for the customer attention and the femininity on parade before him. All men were lechers. Vincent seemed to you a proud lecher who preferred perfumed girls of higher station.

He showed your mother some pretty thing and she preened under his handsome attention.

An up jumped commoner to fawn at your mother so.

When he saw you his face dropped.

"Lady Mathilde," he said, "We meet again. Are you after something? Perhaps some cloth for dress making."

"I have others to do such things for me," you said. You were a fine enough hand with a needle, and truth was you enjoyed the activity, but there was something in the man's manner that annoyed you. Such arrogance for a common merchant. Best to remind him of your station at all times.

Still, you looked over his stock. It was a good supply of trinkets. Not amazing in quantity, but all of good quality. Nothing that you would describe as cheap. A fetching pair of ear rings, in the style of the Greeks, caught your eye. Gold and set with red stones.

>>43360000
lets see things that have happened or could happen

>Wilhelm was nearly killed on arrival by two beggar bandits
>Wilhelm was nearly killed again in defence of Iovetta and was only saved by Welf's Sacrifice
>Hugo was nearly killed by the Yandere guard
>Wilhelm could have been killed if Hugo killed Orlando
>Assassin nearly killed Wilhelm in Sidon
>Byzantine Rape
>Forgery charges against wilhelm
>Rape by
>Ascalon fails
>everyone dies

basically everything?

Vincent had under his employ two brown men. Slaves, they managed his mules and kept an eye for pick pockets. They wore rags where their master wore silk and gold chains.

Your mother glided upon the table being instructed on the value of the goods by the merchant, his lips curling in a way you misliked when he just once touched lightly your mother's bare hand. She did not seem to mind the touch.

For all that your first meeting with Vincent had been disagreeable, he now looked to you with deference and respect. No doubt his mind upon your coin purse more than anything else. Merchants only loved trade, they had no other sense of rightness or loyalty.

You recall he mentioned he had been to Alexandria recently, and had arrived in Jaffa from the Egyptian port.

> purchase some small thing
> ask about his travels

>>43360156
> purchase some small thing
> ask about his travels

Don't see why we can't do both

>>43360156
> ask about his travels

> purchase some small thing

For ourself and maybe some gifts for our friends aswell.

And do keep an eye on mother, she is a married woman.

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>>43360156
> ask about his travels

>>43360156
>> purchase some small thing
but somewhat expensive so as to Ingraciate ourselves with him
>> ask about his travels
been south recently to the Nile delta mayhaps?

>>43360156
>> purchase some small thing
>> ask about his travels

And make sure to use a large enough denomination to get back change.

Lets see if hes the source of the false coins.

Maybe we should ask him about him having a updated map and the current political situation in eqypt ?

>>43360251
Shush, we don't know about the Ascalon campaign yet.

>>43360283
read the op we bloody do

>>43360251

Sounds good but we should lead into this obviously.

Perhaps invite him for lunch or something so he can regal tales of courtly intrigue to us and maybe Chihirizahd

'A young girls fascination with heathens and their ways of life'

>>43360416
Might not be a bad idea.

You pick up a thin golden necklace with long golden leaves.

"Does it suit me?" you asked, setting it against your chest.

The merchant grinned. "Very much so my lady," he said, rubbing his chin.

You considered it in your hand, holding it by your finger. It was a very nice necklace.

"Is this Alexandrine in origin?" you asked, "I heard you tell Tancred that you had last been in that port."

"I acquired it in Alexandria, but the man who sold it claimed it was originally from Hindustan. Knowing this man well I'm inclined to believe him," he said.

"You know well the Saracens?" you asked.

Vincent nodded. "Some my lady, adventure takes me all around the Mediterranean. I have suped with princes and shahs, and slept beneath alien skies. Seen men as black as pitch with painted bodies and others with skin cast a shade of yellow. Nomads that drift with the rising sun. Priests of gods both strange and foul. Men that have a hundred wives, and women that have ten score husbands. Large wild beasts that know no fear of man. Things that you could not believe."

All this was said to try and impress you. Certainly it caught the attention of your mother.

"That's nice," you said, "What of Egypt?" You checked a pair of ruby ear rings.

He frowned at you, clearly annoyed by your disaffected air. Was he unused to women not falling over themselves for him? He would have to work to earn your interest "Egypt? Egypt is a land of impossible wealth, my dear. Along the Nile at least the land is green and the people fat, beyond it is red and the people skinny. The cities are full to bursting with wealth. Ruled by lazy lords that indulge in every vice, who glut themselves silly on every kind of indulgence. They buy and sell everything. The most prized of which is beautiful Frankish girls, which they delight in stripping bare and turning to immodesty."

"Oh how awful!" your mother said with a little excitement.

"Lazy?" you asked.

Vincent turned a hand. "Their border lands are falling into disuse. Lords care only for the privilege of office found in the likes of Cairo. They are not so diligent as our people, who manage their lands with more thoroughness. They fight one another with spiteful words that soon turns to swordplay."

"They sound a most awful and corrupt people," you said. You take the dagger with the big red tones away from Giselle and set it back on the table.

Vincent grinned, nodding enthusiastically. "Milady judges the Egyptian rightly. This is why I like Egyptians so much. They are not so haughty as a Persian, to refuse a deal from good christian traders on honour alone. If there is money to be made an Egyptian is as agreeable as a Swabian in such matters."

You eyed him up and done. "So you compare good Germans to Saracens?" you asked, tone full of imperial pride.

He bowed a little. "I compare good customers to good customers, the resemblance begins and ends there," he said, "Would you like that one?" he asked, motioning to the gold necklace you had first picked up.

> the earrings (10 pfennings)
> the necklace (15 pfennings)
> bargain for both (roll 3d100, average of three)

Rolled 35, 93, 93 = 221 (3d100)

>>43360723
>> bargain for both (roll 3d100, average of three)

>>43360723
> the necklace (15 pfennings)

Rolled 86, 63, 100 = 249 (3d100)

>>43360760
did..........did we just outbargain a venetian?

>>43360760
One roll at a time please.

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>43360723
>> bargain for both (roll 3d100, average of three)

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>43360781

HF pls

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>43360781

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>43360723
>> bargain for both (roll 3d100, average of three)

Spar with him.

Throw in some flirt.

>>43360781

So 1d100 at a time.

>>43360777
He admits of selling to muslims, so it's more likely he's a genoan in disguise.

35, 86, 23

>>43360807
>So 1d100 at a time.
Sorry, yes. That's what I meant.

>>43360781
Should ask for 3 rolls of 1d100 then.

3d100 is like asking for us to roll 3d100.

>>43360825
You'll use the 3d100s you asked for and you'll like it.

>>43360825
Nah, you've used faulty rolls before. You'll take the 3d100.

>>43360825
You're taking decent rolls and replacing them with shit, expect salt

Rolled 6, 16, 50 = 72 (3d100)

>>43360885
>>43360918
The last 3d100 out of curiosity

>>43360951
Even with that, I'm satisfied with how our average 3d100 roll turned out.

"Perhaps both?" you asked, "For twenty-two."

"Both," Vincent replied, "For twenty-five and not a bit less."

You pouted and gave him your best flutter eyes, "Surely we can make a deal."

It was his time to be unimpressed with you. The man was a far flung adventurer, and had dealt with pretty girls before Your charms seemed to not effect him.

"The price my darling, is twenty five," he said, "Deals are struck between men, not men and children."

You bit the inside of your cheek before you said something hot and unwise. Instead you settled into a pleasant smile.

"You think me a child," you asked, leaning on the table and preening up at him, "But I'm a woman fast growing. Surely we can arrange something."

That put his back up a little, a quirk in his brows. "Growing," he said, eyes drifting over you, "But not grown. Come and see me once you are done and perhaps we can bargain, but for now girl the price is twenty five."

Your bargain was cut in by your mother's exhausted sigh. "I'll pay the man," she said, drawing out coin from her purse.

Vincent bowed to her and then to you. Had your new jewels placed in linen and handed over. "It was a pleasure," he said to you, handing the concealed jewels over.

"My thanks," you replied, taking them.

Your mother lingered a while by the stall as you walked away, talking with Vincent. How indecent of her to behave in such a way while father was gone.

The jewels you take to your room, and there you put them.

A knock came upon your door. A man with a missive.

"Your brother has sent word. He leaves Jerusalem, and returns in a number of days."

"Thank you," you said, sending the man away. You bit your finger nervously once he was gone. You would need to act fast if you were to uncover the spy before his return.

> visit Maggie
> visit Viyan
> visit Sabeen
> visit someone else (nominate)

>>43361003
>> visit Sabeen

>>43360825
>>34215915
>All dice rolls count.

>>43361003
Good, now rewrite that first part with the bit where we did what you said correctly and rolled 3d100 three times.

>>43361003
>> visit Maggie

Muh potato

>>43361003
>visit Sabeen

>>43361003
Dude, we're not losing pfennings in a haggle just because you made a typo and you want to opt out of it.

>>43361003
>> visit Maggie

Lets see what maggie has uncovered.

And dammit. We didnt get any change out of it.

Jesus fuck anons calm down. Relax HF hasn't fucked us over yet.

>>43361076
You didn't lose any pfennings anyway because your mother bought it for you.

>>43361101
He's merchanting us out of our money, apparently.

>>43361114
And who do you think's been giving us our allowance with Wilhelm away?

>>43361120
People need to stop with the jewing. I mean holy fuck. Mel Gibson would have a field day.

The salt is real

>>43361137
We dont get allowance.

>>43361114
That's less coin we could have had If shit really hit the fan

>>43361003
>> visit Sabeen

the bodyguard may be a good Idea

>>43360825
Dude, at least give us the middle rolls of those first two.

>>43361101
I think you are forgetting about the Brizintine raping his "betrothed" in Sidon

>>43361194
Don't you mean the median rolls?

Why are you all bitching about a pointless dice roll when it didn't even come out of Wilhelm or Mathilde's pockets?

Save the salt for when Mathilde gets horribly murdered because we are shit at rolling/sleuthing

So we're running out of leads in regards to the spy any Ideas?

>>43361219
We werent the one getting fucked anon. And christ you people bitch, we didnt lose anything cause our damn mother paid for it

>>43361219
Byzantine, I blame the drink

>>43361244
Because HF should take responsibility.

>>43361291
You are that beard guy, arent you?

>>43361330
Huh?

>>43361219
No that was the result of us not really caring about her plot line until it was way too late.

>>43361291
Yeah, he should commit sudoku for giving anons free stuff in his first thread after a long hiatus.

>>43361360
We earned that stuff by doing as he requested, and then he backed out of the deal.

>>43361372
Rolling high and paying for shit out of our pockets would have been a worse outcome than having mommy dearest pay for it

What are you even asking for? To be poorer?

>>43361356
A voice of reason. Also sometimes shit happens and we can't do anything about it. That is life.

You find Sabeen sitting upon a water barrel, sword unsheathed in her lap. She was working the edge of the blade with a whet stone, smoothing out nicks and scratches. The woman as ever wore mannish garb, tight fitting and tall boots with the long heel gave her extra height when she stood, and besides that a long sleeveless white tunic belted at her waist.

She did not notice you at first. You admired the way her lean, dark arms worked the sword edge, muscles giving a slight ripple as they pushed along the metal, the whet stone giving a low hiss with every scrape. She was the strangest creature you had met in the Holy Land, this woman lancer. Surely you had heard stories of warrior women before. The Amazons of ancient days, and Ida of Austria who had fought with the first Latins in Jerusalem, only to be stolen from the battlefield into a harem life so many decades ago.

Stories of warrior women filtered from the North, and from the wild Hibernian isles that Maggie called home, but to see one and know one in the flesh was another thing.

When Sabeen noticed you watching she flashed you a grin of straight white teeth in the middle of a dark face. she set aside her whetstone and slid sword back into scabbard.

"Mathilde," she said, coming off the barrel. The boots made her seem taller, but she was not a short woman anyway, she was certainly a head taller than you without the boots. She stood before you with arms crossed before her, lookin down fondly.

"Sabeen," you said, "I hear you've been speaking with Father Desmond."

Sabeen looked aside, brushing fingers through her tight curled, short cropped hair.

"I want to understand you people better. You put so much stock in priests, I thought it prudent to actually talk to one," she said, "As these things go, he's not a bad sort. Is it true they do not marry or lay with women?"

"It's true," you said.

Sabeen laughed a loud honest laugh. It caught the ears of some passing servants.

"You Franks are so odd," she said, still smiling, "You torture yourselves constantly for little reason."

"Such actions bring us closer to Christ," you said, "And to spurn soft comfort for that, well, it's part of giving honour to god. To value his love before our own needs." If your words were a little heated, it was only because you wanted Sabeen to understand.

The lancer shrugged, unimpressed. "We do things differently," she said. "Was there anything you wanted?" she said.

> recruit Sabeen into your plot
> just a little company

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>all this arguing

>>43361003
>"The price my darling, is twenty five," he said, "Deals are struck between men, not men and children."
>You bit the inside of your cheek before you said something hot and unwise. Instead you settled into a pleasant smile.
>"You think me a child," you asked, leaning on the table and preening up at him, "But I'm a woman fast growing. Surely we can arrange something."
>That put his back up a little, a quirk in his brows. "Growing," he said, eyes drifting over you, "But not grown. Come and see me once you are done and perhaps we can bargain, but for now girl the price is twenty five."
Well, at least now we see how you treat people who act correctly when you make a mistake.

>>43361511
I forget, didn't Charizard not want us to recruit Sabeen for some reason? It's been too long.

>>43361542
Well, Viyan doesn't trust Sabeen yet.

>>43361511
>> recruit Sabeen into your plot

Chiri was a bit unsure about it. But i think we should do it. We need people to help us and i think Sabeen is trustworthy. Also do mention our brother is on his way back to Ramla, granted it is not the brother she wants. But Mathilde doesnt know that

>>43361511
>> just a little company
How are you? My brothers are heading home. Which one do you like the most?

>>43361542
Chihirizahd dislikes Muslims and thinks Sabeen could be spying for her father.

>>43361511
> recruit Sabeen into your plot

>>43361511
>recruit Sabeen into your plot

look & listen don't go looking into things, tell me or Chirizahard if you feel its Important

>>43361569
Dude, we already know(think) she likes Wilhelm.

>>43361511
>>43361561
>>43361570
I think that's just a risk we are going to have to take then.

Voting
>> recruit Sabeen into your plot

>>43361511
> just a little company
"I need a bodyguard!'

>>43361511
I'd say recruit her. But i do wish we can also do a bit of small talk

>>43361511
>> just a little company
Don't trust a moslem

>>43361593
Ehh girl talk. Be funny as fuck when we find out she likes that bastard instead.

>>43361690
Its Sabeen mate. A dear friend of our brothers

>>43361718
So girls talk about stuff they've already talked about?

It might not be sabeen but what of her men.

>>43361729
Incessantly. At least my sister and niece do.

>>43361743
We arent talk to them, or bring them into this

>>43361721
She's a spy

"Can we talk in private?" you ask, "It is about a delicate matter." She looked thoughtful, then nodded.

The two of you walked to a quiet, empty part of the yard. Sabeen leaned in close, concern writ on her face.

"Is this to do with something...intimate?" she asked, "I know how men might react to a woman acting outside proper behaviour, particularly if that behaviour has gone a step too far in a certain direction. If you've been playing with a boy and need someone to confide in, I can listen."

You blushed terribly. "No, no, not that at all," you said, taking her by the hand, "It's...that is, there is a spy in Ramla working against my brother." You knew Sabeen was in love with your brother, you felt confident in drawing her into this and acting in his best interest. "He's selling secrets to Egypt, and we need to find him."

Sabeen gripped your hand and lowered her head to your eye level. "Who else knows?" she asked, eyes flashing.

"Chihirizahd, Maggie, no one else. I've another man working on it but he doesn't know all the details," you said.

"A conspiracy of women," she said, "It's good you've come to me. If this man were to get violent there's little you could do to stop him. Who do you suspect?"

"Xenophanes, but we've little proof," you said.

"The Reeve? I could see it being him," she paced back and forth, hand on sword hilt.

"This has to remain between us," you pleaded, grabbing her arm and ceasing her pace. She looked down at you, reached out a hand to stroke your cheek with a smile.

"Of course little sister," she said, "And until this man is caught, I'll stay by your side."

You hugged her and she hugged you back. Having the fighting woman on your said left you greatly reassured.

The two of you went to have an afternoon supper. You talked a little on inconsequential things. You told her of the jewelry you had purchased today and she expressed an interest in seeing it. Despite her mannish garb there was a woman inside her who liked silk robes and fine craftsmanship. You thought on what she might look like i more form fitting dresses, and how your brother might appreciate the figure she'd show.

When you ate with her she pulled out a pronged fork to eat with, cutting meat with her knife and biting it off the metal tines. A strange custom, as you just used your fingers. You did not expect it to catch on.

Chihirizahd entered the hall, Viyan hidden behind the sensual posture of the pleasure girl. She walked over to the pair of you, attracting male eyes as she slipped along with rolling hips. When she stood before your table she looked down at you both.

"I think we should take the evening together," she said. She offered Sabeen the same.

Maggie waited in the doorway she had entered through, motioned to you with a jerk of her chin.

> gather to confer on the spy
> wait until the morning

>>43361900
>> gather to confer on the spy

>>43361900
>> gather to confer on the spy

"Come, let us talk until morning." and giggle.

Put on abit of a show for those who would watch the girls gather. It's what they would expect anyways.

>>43361900
> gather to confer on the spy

>>43361900
>> gather to confer on the spy

If other girls want to come with, what do y'all think our chances are of clonking them on the head and putting them to sleep are?

>>43361900
>> gather to confer on the spy

gather as if we're casually gossiping or something

>When you ate with her she pulled out a pronged fork to eat with, cutting meat with her knife and biting it off the metal tines

Top kek

You rise from your seat with a giggle, plucking Sabeen by the arm. The two of you followed after Chihirizahd back the way she had come. Along the way you heard some men mutter.

"Women," one of the male servants said, "They can never be without their gossiping circles."

"And while they spend their time giggling to each other doing nothing, we have to work," his neighbour said.

Let them have their grumbling, you thought. The displeasure of a peasant meant very little to you.

Up the stairs you went to the castle library. Maggie waited for you within, fiery red hair tied back in a braid, dressed in servant clothes. With her was the soldier, Bayard. Not at all just a women's meeting. Sabeen froze at the sight of him, hand darting for her hilt, but Chihirizahd stopped her with a touch.

"He is here at my invitation," she said, "To share news with us."

She closed the library door and locked it besides. It was not an active part of the keep. Few books filled the shelves. Each of them took a seat in a circle. You sat between Sabeen and Bayard. Suddenly you felt very protective of the man you had drawn into this conspiracy. If he came to harm it would be your fault, and he was to be wed soon besides.

Chihrizahd commanded all attention as she leaned forward.

"We hunt a spy," she said, "One that is giving away our lord's secrets to foreign powers. Egypt at the very least. Who knows who else or what he has told them so far."

Bayard looked to you with brows raised. You hadn't told him that much.

"Good man, speak a little on the counterfeit coins," Chihirizahd prompted.

Bayard sat forward with a start. "Uh, right. I got talking with the man after he was brought in off the stocks. Fairly decent bloke all together. We got to talking about nothing really. But we got on okay. Anyway, when I asked him where he got the bad coin from the man got cold. Fearful. Took me a bit to get it out of him. When he did he said it could mean his life, and it was worth a flogging to avoid that," he paused a second to scratch an itch on his neck, "Still, I pressed him a little and he let it slip. The wife of the reeve, Xenophanes. Seems he's been, uh, servicing her needs while her husband has been so busy working. Don't know why he'd do that for coin, since she's got a face like a goat and a body like a plank." He looked around suddenly remembering his company and blew out his cheeks, "With all due respect. Sorry."

He seemed embarrassed for his salty soldier's talk. Though you frowned in disapproval, in truth you felt a slight thrill for a man to speak so candidly in front of you.

Chihirizahd looked to Maggie. The Irish lass shifted in her seat, stretching back, rubbed at tired rimmed eyes. "I've been keeping an eye on Xenophanes when I can." she said. "I'm not certain the man sleeps but more than four hours a night. Always meeting with someone. Last had him up was at Achilles' workshop. Taking notes. Then back in the castle ordering around servants. Truth, I've not seen him meet with Lady Rosalie, but I need sleep as well."

Chihirizahd looked to you, "Rosalie is meeting with her mystery man at midnight tonight, she let that slip when we...well, never mind why she told me," she said, "I think now's the time to strike. What say you?"

All eyes were upon you. You, the noble lady of Ramla, who at thirteen had all the authority of the world over the lives of these people. The slave, the handmaiden, the soldier and the warrior woman.

You had never felt such a tight responsibility for the lives of others before, and it closed about your chest like a vice.

> yes, let's do it
> no, let's gather more intelligencefirst

>>43362320
>> yes, let's do it

That's all the evidence we need, time to strike.

>Suddenly you felt very protective of the man you had drawn into this conspiracy. If he came to harm it would be your fault, and he was to be wed soon besides.

Let's set aside some funds for his almost-widow

>>43362320
> yes, let's do it

Do be careful all. I forbid you to die

>>43362320
>> yes, let's do it

Good man, this Bayard. Tell him we shall commend him to our brother when he returns. We'll make sure hes properly taken cared of. He and his wife.

We should leave one person near solomon. So if things go completely tits up, someone can bring the cav. Or avenge us if shit goes completely wrong.

I suggest maggie. She can say shes just hanging with etain.

>>43362369
I agree.

>>43362369

Actually, we know what time hes meeting right.

We should tell Solomon to arrange a bust on his house at just after that time.

We already have the testimony to arrest the wife and him based on charges of fraud.

We can then bring the full might of our security forces down to capture him instead of just relying on Bayard and Sabeen.

>>43362305
>Last had him up was at Achilles' workshop. Taking notes.

FUCK.

We CANNOT let the next set of missives loose.

Those are our siege weapons, our trump cards. Can't let ascalon prep for those.

I'll give you guys a bit of time to bounce around ideas.

>>43362455
If our spying was discovered, he might be packing his bags right now. The garrison here should be able to take him in.

>>43362305
>Though you frowned in disapproval, in truth you felt a slight thrill for a man to speak so candidly in front of you.

I know she's naive as all hell and that's to be expected, but I sincerely wish Mathilde would grow up.

Let's just go arrest him while he sleeps.

>>43362455
>We already have the testimony to arrest the wife and him based on charges of fraud.

I agree with ya, but we could arrest him even without any charges.

Probable cause isn't really needed for arrest in these times.

>>43362547

Catching him in the act though would be best. Hes no fool. He probably has a plan if to get out if he isnt charged properly.

>>43362570
Treason = Death

>>43362589

Right now it is probable treason.

If we manage to catch a glimpse of his face when he meets Rosalie, we know for sure and we can put him to death.

We should have Maggie wait in the back with either Solomon or Tancred to be the cavalry when shit goes down so it wont be just Baynard and Sabeen. We go down there once it get noisy, solomon/tancred moves down there with their men

>>43362613
When do we put him to death? Right then and there? Or do we interrogate him after arresting him right then and there?

>>43362630
Good idea!

>>43362633
While i would prefer to take him and Rosalie alive both we should do what is most convient. Rosalie would probably not be hard to catch but him. If we have to kill him so we shall

>>43362633
Of course we interrogate him. Killing him without getting any answers doesn't make any sense.

Main thing is the need to confirm who it really is when the person meets Rosalie.

Perhaps we should detail Maggie to Solomon and Bayard to the guards.

They are then tasked to activate Solomon and the guards, Solomon to go and raid The Reeve's house and capture and lock down everything.

Bayard should activate the guards and bring them running to us.

I'm choosing not to bring Bayard with us since Sabeen should be sufficient to hold him off for a while while Bayard brings immediate reinforcements to us.

>>43362671
I dunno, couldn't Solomon have the guards raid the Reeve's House AND bring them running to us?

Why have one warrior, when you could have two?

>>43362701

Because at that time period, Solomon will likely be at home with his wife. They'll take some time to activate and reach us.

By comparison, our residence will have a standing force on guard duty and they can be there once they get off their buns.

How sure are we that it is Xenophanes?

>>43362736
pretty damn sure but we just need to catch him red handed.

I think this is enough to solidify him as our major suspect but not enough to convict him should it come to a trial in court. However, we should still go ahead, I think.

>>43362766
Dude, we are the judge and jury. And if we catch him redhanded meeting Rosalie there wont be a need for a trial

>>43362766
Ain't no due process in the year 1135 for a town reeve accused of treason.

Torture him, get a confession, chop off his head, and move on.

Perhaps we should sound out to the group as to whether we should bring in Solomon and his soldiers to capture him and his wife in one foul sweep?

>Wilhelm, wouldn't you know it, the Town Reeve and the Seneschal both caught fevers!

At the very least, we can totally arrest this guy for having counterfeits in his household.

>>43362818
ask. chiri would be able to suggest how to proceed.

What have the kikes been up to at this moment in history?

Aren't they suspicious?

"We act tonight," you said, "But we do not rush in. I want Solomon and Tancred informed, with soldiers ready to come to our aid should the situation get out of hand."

Chihirizahd seemed uncertain but Sabeen agreed. "A wise idea," she said. You felt your chest rise as the others said the same, looking to you for leadership. Was this how Wilhelm felt most of the time? It was a good feeling.

"We should also send someone to Xenophanes' house just in case," you said, "Snatch up his family to keep them from fleeing."

Everyone seemed to agree that it was a wise idea as well. "Let's be careful not to split our forces too much," Chihirizahd said.

You arranged for Maggie to inform Tancred and Solomon, who would gather men they trusted and to be in position to move at the right time. Tancred would seize Xenophanes' house while Solomon would be in the barracks with the men-at-arms, ready to strike.

"I'll go and arrest Rosalie and her master personally," you said. That brought some protest from Chihirizahd, but you felled it with a raised hand. "It is my duty as lady of this house."

"I'll be with her," Sabeen said, putting a hand to your shoulder.

"Me as well," said Bayard, though he looked uncomfortable. Sabeen eyed him a little coolly.

Chihrizahd looked unhappy, sitting with shoulders slumped in her chair. "And I guess I shall sit and worry, as ever." For the first time in forever she looked the girl of tender years.

You put a hand to your friend's shoulder, and lifted up her head. Gave her a smile to try and dull the fear you saw there.

"I will be well," you said, and she pressed your hand to her cheek, a shudder of nervousness running through her.

"Please, stay safe," she said, and her eyes told you how much she loved you.

>>43362981
The kikes have just gotten here recently.

Your party ended, with each going to do their duty. It was a while until midnight. You went to your chambers to fret away from prying eyes. Paced the soft carpet that covered hard stone, chewing on the nail of your thumb. It was a disgusting habit that the nuns had tried to break, but your nerves were bringing it back. This was your moment to finally prove your worth.

To your brother, the world and yourself.

You just hoped you were moving correctly, and that God would favour your people in this. He had to, you were Christian.

A knock on your door revealed Sabeen. She went without a helm but was otherwise armoured, sword at her hip. Soon Bayard arrived similarly armoured. He rubbed at his throat. Grabbed his hilt and tested the blade, drawing it forth an inch from the scabbard and dropping it down in a continual nervous tick. The three of you walked the corridor to where you had planned to catch the traitors.

"You seem nervous," at first you thought Sabeen was addressing you, but it was meant for Bayard.

"There's going to be a fight," he said, "I know it. Feel it on my skin."

"You've been in a fight before?" she asked. The three of you paused at a turn.

The man nodded. "We've fought together before, on the road to Jerusalem." He took a deep breath. "Christ, that was a day. Swore to myself after that I'd march with the Lion to Hell itself. Give Ol' Scratch a black eye."

Sabeen's lips curled and pulled back in a smile, eyes closed. "I know the feeling." She punched a mailed fist against Bayard's shoulder. "Let's shed blood together again one day."

Bayard's nerves settled into a grin. "And not our own while doing it," he said.

The three of you came before the room Viyan had said thy'd be meeting in. The door was shut. You looked around in the midnight dark, hoping the jangle of maille would not give you away.

Solomon's men would be waiting down the hall. Waiting for you to scream for help if you needed it. Tancred's would soon be moving in on the Reeve's house in town.

Everything was waiting on you.

Your throat was tight and dry. You tried to wet your lips, take a swallow.

Your eyes were on the doorway.

> wait, listen at the door
> bust the door down

>>43363051
>> wait, listen at the door

Stay on target. Stay on target...

>>43363051
> wait, listen at the door

Lets wait till we have confirmation

>>43363051
>> wait, listen at the door
Make sure they are in there and it is indeed the voice from before.

>>43363051
> wait, listen at the door

>>43363051
As much as I'd like to go with the SWAT tactics

> wait, listen at the door
Voting for this instead

>>43363078
>Wait, it's another voice
>And it's a different place he wants her to send it to
>Damn it, Rosalie's been whoring out our info to everyone

Christian watch is srs bsns

>>43363295
remov sand niggers

You pause at the handle, and instead settle your ear beside the door. Muffled voices came from within.

"Wait, she should be here soon," Rosalie's voice. Was she referring to Chihirizahd?

"She better," a different voice. You felt a painful electric shock through your stomach, "I'm getting nervous. You sure she turned? You sure she'd be willing to go through with the plan?"

"I'm sure," she said, but she sounded nervous, "And I know what she thinks about the plan. She's ready for it. Looking forward to it even. Her brother keeps her a pleasure slave, it would be a fitting punishment against her captor."

"There's some think she's been playing you, working with that noble slip of a bitch," he said. The man chuckled. "After we're done here, I wonder if the boss will let us have turns with her. I'd love to fill up that arrogant mouth of hers."

"The girl is not to be touched," Rosalie said, "On your life. She must be a virgin when we present her."

"Sure, sure," the man replied.

Xenophanes was not within. You looked to the others. Should you commit to seizing those within, or move on? You might never get an opportunity like this again.

> go
> withdraw for now

>>43363320
>> go

>>43363320
>go

He is not Xenophone but we sure as hell not going to let them get away with that

>>43363320
>> go
Well fucknuggets. This really blows.

>>43363320
> go

>>43363320
> go

raiders roll

>>43363320
>> go

Alert the guards, lockdown the settlement. Especially the hole in the wall.

>Mathilde bursts in with her armed guards
>"you wanted to do what to me ?"

You step back, mouth a word to your companions.

'Go'.

A tense breath shared.

Bayard brings up his boot.

The door slams inward. Splinters fly, the lock busted clean off the frame.

Two men were in the room with Rosalie. One dark, the other not. They wore dark turbans, had straight blades at their hips matched with long stabbing daggers, wore well fitted maile and looks of surprise on their face. None were more startled than Rosalie. She gave an awful moan, her treachery revealed.

You wanted to say something smart or clever, but the surprise did not last long on the men's faces. Sword and dagger was drawn. Faces changed to killing masks.

Bayard and Sabeen put themselves between you and the men.

"Hashashin," Sabeen hissed the word, like a snake it caused you to back away. It was only word managed to be said before they sprung forward like leopards, weapons ready.

> roll 1d100 three times individually, the result based upon the calculated average between each three individual rolls. If multiple dice are rolled at once the score will be calculated off the first dice in that sequence of multiple dice.

>>43363320
>"I'm sure," she said, but she sounded nervous, "And I know what she thinks about the plan. She's ready for it. Looking forward to it even. Her brother keeps her a pleasure slave, it would be a fitting punishment against her captor."
>"There's some think she's been playing you, working with that noble slip of a bitch," he said. The man chuckled. "After we're done here, I wonder if the boss will let us have turns with her. I'd love to fill up that arrogant mouth of hers."
>"The girl is not to be touched," Rosalie said, "On your life. She must be a virgin when we present her."

God.

Was Chiri wrong about who rosalie was spying for then?

Unless she turned completely, this might a meeting of the King's and the Prince's faction spies.

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>43363558

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>43363558

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>43363558

>"Hashashin,"

FUCK

SOLOBRO PLS HURRY

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>43363558

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>43363558

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>43363558

>>43363580
>>43363584

EVERYTHINGS FUCKED FOREVER.

Man. wish so hard for fate points.

Well Sabeen is probably going to die or be badly hurt

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>>43363580
>>43363584
Fucking Ninjas

>>43363558
Dang it, HF We've never met these guys before

If we are lucky it will happen to Baynard.

>>43363597
>>43363584
>>43363580
Ooooh. That's bad.

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>>43363580
>>43363584

>>43363641

Please be merciful HF. I just don't want anyone here to die.

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>>43363580
>>43363584
I LEAVE YOU GUYS FOR TWO MINUTES!

Fuck it. I am going to bed

>>43363656
If we are lucky, only the guy with the death flag will eat it

Otherwise, RIP Party

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>>43363641
>Ooooh. That's bad.

BRACE FOR SHITSTORM LADS!

>>43363664
Yeah, this seems a bit pointless.

>>43363678
That or they manage to kidnap Mathilde and gets away

>>43363697
It's the reverse trap all over again, except worse because reverse traps are a shit

>>43363697
>Wilhelm comes back to Ramla
>Half the village is dead
>Garrison literally massacared
>Mathilde kidnapped
>Betrayed by Rosalie
>every Grill raped
>''I left you guys for 2 weeks TWO WEEKS HOW THE FUCK DID YOU MANAGE THIS?''

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You know, I've never played in a quest where the rolls have been so consistently mediocre across the its entirety before. All those times we've done cool shit was when we got that once in a million chance of having a high roll, whereas most situations we roll like shit or have terrible averages fuck us over.

I'm not saying there's much to change, but it's just depressing.

Byard brought his sword forward, only for the blade to be turned in his hand. The sword of the Hashashin cut up and across, from cheek to forehead. The man fell screaming, grabbing at his ruined face as the skin flapped loose. You saw red and a ruined eye. Sabeen put herself above the fallen man, catching the blade in her mailled hand and trying to thrust for his face, but he turned the blade with his dagger point.

The two men came on Sabeen with swords cutting out. It was all she could do not to be murdered, cutting into their strikes, forcing them back. One of them came in close for a grapple and threw her hard to the ground, Sabeen hit the floor hard with an explosive yell. Her sword went flying from her hand. She crawled across the floor reaching for it but a heavy boot fell on her forearm.

Sabeen screamed and twisted against the boot that shattered her arm, tears burning in her eyes. The sound of her pained screaming, high and girlish, cut through you like a knife.

You heard the sound of many people running, and saw Solomon coming down the corridor, but he would take too long to save them. Bayard's sword lays at your feet.

> grab Bayard's sword and fight!
> back off and hope Solomon gets there in time

>>43363641
>>43363627
Seriously、Mathilde's never met these two, unless they're those doctors

>>43363763
> grab Bayard's sword and fight!

>>43363753
Again, he keeps using average. We've told him multiple times not to use the averages, and he keeps doing it.

>>43363763
> grab Bayard's sword and fight!

>>43363763
Are we literally voting to see whether Sabeen or Mathilde dies?

>>43363763
> grab Bayard's sword and fight!

>>43363763
>> back off and hope Solomon gets there in time
Scream bloody fucking murder!!!!! Run down the hallway at least.

>>43363763
>> grab Bayard's sword and fight!

>>43363780
No.

>>43363780
No we are voting between risk Mathilde getting hurt but the chance to save sabeen or mathilde will not get hurt but sabeen dies.

You reach down for Bayard's sword. The hilt has some of Bayard's blood on it.

> roll 1d100, best of three

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>43363819

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>43363819

>>43363763
>> grab Bayard's sword and fight!

>>43363780
No its gonna be rape time

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>43363819

>>43363819
This is how we die

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>43363819

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>43363819
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bUFWXpYJKaI

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>43363819
fuckin duck

>>43363844
th-that should be enough to save her... right ?

>>43363844
And here I was thinking I was about to sentence Mathilde to death.

man, our rolls are so shit.

>>43363878
It's enough to get her mouth someplace it shouldn't be

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>>43363879
Don't worry, the swords about to pierce her won't be made of steel.

>>43363879
no.

you sentenced her.

to 69.

since she must be presented, a virgin.

First thread back and everything is going wrong

>>43363952
Isn't that every thread?

>>43363952
It's like Crusader Quest never went on a hiatus!

>soft little girl gets best of three
>battle hardend soldiers with the element of surprise dont

>>43363966
Think the average was on our LEAD anon this is on our WAR and they are currently distracted with trying to murder Sabeen

>>43363952

Just another day in Crusader Quest.

>>43363966
MC privilege, bitch

>>43363993
So plot armour, great excuse.

>>43363966
Relax, Wilhelm had like a 50 when he fought these bozos

>>43364026
Those were wretched bandits who had rusty knives not hasasins.

>I was a CHA machine like you but then I took a knife to the face

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I hope Sabeen is not about to get kilt.

>>43364094
Unless there's bone shard removal and lots of luck, she's ogre, or at least war capped

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>>43364061
>Mathilde gets cut up
>Proceeds to become the Hellcat of Ramla

this is indeed not the darkest universe

You do not have to beat them. You do not have to kill them. All you have to do is buy time. Your hands are shaking. You have never been this scared before. The two men with killing eyes turn from their work to you. Swords and daggers raised.

You knew in that moment that you weren't meant for fighting. But that doesn't mean you weren't prepared to try. You were her only hope. You only hope that help would come for you as well. Those men seemed so far away, the other end of the corridor a universe apart.

Your body shook, your hands were numb. You didn't know where to look.

You heard Sabeen moan long and pain filled.

God was with you.

You plunge through the shattered doorway.

It was luck and the fact you were meant to be taken unharmed that spared you from immediate dismemberment.

Your blade cut a chunk from the first man. He only winced even as half his face fell off him. It was a good blow soundly struck, and the last one you managed. Then, you could only defend yourself, your moves the basic block and parry Sabeen and Solomon had both drilled into you. You staggered back and fell over Bayard's fallen body, sprawled out of the room, landing hard on your arse.

Pain shot up through you, and fear loomed down on you. You shuddered as the men came over Bayard onto you. Would they just kill you? Words couldn't come from you as your mind flew apart. You didn't want to die. Would they take you for their plaything instead? Was that worse?

Oh Jesus! The blade tip thrust forward, you felt a piercing of your cheek, a hot needle that sent pain running through your face. And then-

Solomon's sword took the hashashin apart. He came on him like a bear on a lamb, blade cutting the air itself. The man fell in an explosion of blood. The next did little better. He backed away and found Sabeen's good arm wrapped around his waist, frozen long enough that Solomon took him as well. A single strike taking head from body.

Solomon looked down at you, blood across his face. "Are you alright?" he asked.

It took you a moment. You touched a shaking hand to your cheek and brought it back covered in blood. Your whole body was shaking so badly you think he must not have seen your nod. You felt no pain. You felt nothing but a numb coldness. Other hands seized you around the shoulders, pulled you up. You fell against Viyan's breasts, your legs barely working.

When she tried to lead you away you pushed her off. Steadied your feet. Took hard breaths. The shaking didn't stop, but you stood in the doorway with a hand for support. You looked within.

Sabeen lay on her side, clutching her arm, painful moans and tears down her face. Bayard lay on his back, clutching his ruined face, still breathing.

Rosalie sat in the corner, a shuddering ball, eyes wide. She had vomited upon herself. Soiled herself as well. She looked like the damned.

You pointed to her. "Arrest that bitch."

Solomon stepped past you.

This time when Viyan had you by the arm you fell willingly into her embrace.

While she led you away you saw Mohmed and Ibrahim, the Arab surgeons, hurry past with Maggie in tow.

> roll 1d100, best of three +20

Rolled 40 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>43364159

Rolled 15 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>43364159

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>43364159

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>43364159

Rolled 86 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>43364159

By the grace of your holiness. Bless these good people in your sight, faithful and heathen alike.

Rolled 89 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

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Quit deleting your fucking rolls.

>>43364175
She'll live, not well but she'll live

>>43364180
FUCKING YES!!!!
you asshole dont count
>>43364175
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>>43364175
I'm going to do something I don't normally do and discount these because they lack the additional plus twenty

>>43364180
YAAAAAAYYYY

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>>43364180

Guy.

The road is lit.

This is crusader quest.

Obviously one must give praise to the lord while rolling.

Our salvation is nigh.

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>>43364196
I wish to make love to you.

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>>43364196
Praise god

>>43364196
Sorry, I really tried to roll correctly, but I accidentally hit a button to where all my text was Japanese.

>>43364196
Thank god for anons who can't into modifiers

Based saracen physcians. Praise Allah!

>>43364204

Deus Vult, Allahu Ackbar.

>>43364217
Thank you based Nippon for cancelling out this anon's shit roll

Man, I hope she just dislocated her arm, and that Bayard won't have to lose a nose.

>Wilhelm returns
>What the fuck happened?!

>>43364282

Its broken. With luck it'll heal properly.

Bayard though has already lost his eye.

We need to get him a spiffy eyepatch and a good post. Hes earned it.

Big Bayard.

>>43364291
>Mathilde's wearing sunglasses and taken up smoking

>>43364298
Seriously, he earned a raise and give him that necklace we got so he can gift it to his wife.

>>43364301
Mathilde's going to get all the bitches at this rate

Hugo who?

>>43364334
Hugo's off rubbernecking in our future sister-in-law's intrigue

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>>43364298
Spiffy.

This is now how I imagine him.

>>43364313

I wonder how Wil would react.

On one hand hes loyal enough to go through with the raid and the investigation properly.

On the other hand he crumpled like a wet sack of sand when the push came about.

Then again he went up against Hashashin, a very lethal opponent.

>>43364348
Probably having another steroid fueled rage session

>>43364354
we crit failed anon, literaly any character mook or no gets a free pass for fucking up on a crit fail

except Hugo

you little shit

>>43364377

Game mechanics.

I'm talking from a ingame perspective. How much to reward a man for loyalty when he failed at the final push.

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>>43364377
Hey, at least he didn't run away.

We probably should have waited. Now these two are dead.

>>43364396
Retirement pay, pay for the investigation, and danger/disability pay should do it.

Getting stabbed in the face in the first seconds of the battle kind of preclude any other achievement bonus.

>>43364418
Give him the necklace for his wife.

Viyan took you back to her chambers. She had a bowl of water brought. She had a cloth. She dabbed at your bloody cheek. You sat and let her minister to you. You felt so cold. You still shook. She took you close to her body as she cleaned the blood from you. The hole was not deep. It would scab and heal on its own, perhaps leave the slightest scar. Your brothers had cut themselves worse while shaving.

She lay you down upon the bed, your numb figure a toy for her to move. She put her arms around you, held you close. Spooned you as your forms settled into the deep soft fabric.

Neither you or Viyan spoke. You curled into the warmth of her body. Her arms, her hands, on your body felt good. And you were scared in a different way, confused. A warm flush in you. You swallowed, closed your eyes, turned around.

"Viyan," you said. She looked at you, her eyes opening. Her mouth parted, ever so slightly. You pressed your mouth against her mouth, the softness of her lips against yours. Dry, and tender, and long. She gave a painful little moan, or maybe you did. The sound of heartbreak. She pulled away a little, eyes so large, mouth eager, chest heaving, but her face was full of grief.

"Don't," she said, "What you're feeling is just a passing thing. A need best ignored." She none the less stroked the hair that fell against your neck.

"I love you," you said. Your voice sounded haunted to your own ears.

"I know you do. I love you too," then she smiled, and kissed your forehead, "But not like that, my love."

You fell against her, sobbing as she held you.

It's true. It could have been anyone who held you then. You were so glad it was her. A man might not have stopped you.

At some point you slept. When you arose it was to good news, and bad.

"Sabeen and Bayard will live," Tancred told you as he walked with you to the feast hall, "With rest both will be as good as new, though Bayard might look a bit lopsided."

You should visit them.

>>43364503
>tfw yurishit will eventually infect every quest

"The bitch gave up her master. Xenophanes." He said, long stride cut short to match your shorter step. You were still shaken by the night, but you kept a mask of noble haughtiness upon you to hide that from the commoners. "His real name was Nabil. Seems he had come into this community about twenty years ago. Everything about Xenophanes was an elaborate act. He was an Assassin spy."

"Was his family involved?" you asked.

Tancred shook his head. "As blind to him as anyone else. These Assassins are a foul breed."

"Well, at least the rats are exposed and flushed out," you said.

He stopped you then, and took you by the arm. You felt a slight thrill. He loomed so tall above you, the strength in his fingers squeezing life into your numb body, his bushy red mustache bristling in irritation as he glared.

"You should have told me what you were doing from the beginning," he said, "I could have helped you. I would have. You can trust me, Mathilde."

> Unhand me
> I'm sorry Tancred

>>43364517
I'm actually hoping to kill the yuri once and for all with that interaction.

>>43364517
Hey, it's more like they're soulmates than romantically involved.

>>43364524
> I'm sorry Tancred

>>43364524
>Unhand me

>>43364524
>> I'm sorry Tancred

"I wanted to but then I saw you and your new family. The family you deserved. I couldn't bear to do so, drag you into something so dangerous when you found your happiness."

>>43364542
>I'm actually hoping to kill the yuri once and for all with that interaction.
Well, it was weird and OOC, and we were more concerned with how the other two were faring.

>>43364524
>> I'm sorry Tancred
I was just so scared for my brother that it clouded my judgment. Pray forgive me?

>>43364555
That is not franz.

Also we both know that is not really why we didnt invite Franz.
>>43364558
Have you not read the interaction between Mathilde and Chiri the last couple of threads ?

>>43364555
No, that's Franz. This is the Man-at-arms who's also our constable.