It was while returning from a trip to that nursemaid, delivering Morphia into her capable hands, that you heard a hub bub. A gaggle of women, nobles mostly, were gathered around a window peering out. You pause to consider them.

"There he is," one of Hodierna's hanger ons said, pointing.

"Is that his new bride?" another asked.

"A Sicilian girl," came another, "Kind of pretty, for a bastard."

You came close to inquire, and catch a glance out the window yourself. Shaggy haired Count Hugh was dismounting in the courtyard. With him was a mouse-faced olive girl with curly dark hair dressed for travel. Hugh smiled up to her as he helped her dismount. Other nobles were with him. A gathering for court, to judge the guilt of your brother. You felt a cold thrill. The hour of judgement was approaching.

A pinch on your sleeve and you turned to white haired Portia. "News my lady," she said, "Your half-brother comes down the northern road. He'll be here within the hour."

You look back to the courtyard and the nobles below, then back to your smiling handmaid.

> go to the gates to greet your brother
> remain in the Tower of David

>>45166158
> remain in the Tower of David

Protocol!

>>45166158
> go to the gates to greet your brother

>>45166158
> remain in the Tower of David

Lets try see if we can secure the aid of the nobles who are here.

Be it Hugh, Fulk, whomever.

>>45166158
The very first thing we should do is praise Yeshua.

>>45166158

It's time!

Return to the Queen, if shes not pre-occupied with affairs of state, ask for leave to go greet our brother. Else, stay in the tower.

>>45166158
>> remain in the Tower of David

>>45166158

Protocol is that we do not leave the queen's side unless given express permission, correct?

If we can do this: >>45166266 do it. Else just remain in the tower.

>>45166151
>Little Morphia alternated between the most obedient little child to a screaming mess.

She is going to be hell when she grows up

>>45166420
nah thats just how newborns are anon

>>45166438
Depends, me and my brother apparently never really screamed as a kid.

>>45166158
Protocol be damned, Matty loves her brother so go see to Hugo at the gates.

>>45166158
>> go to the gates to greet your brother

>>45166158
>More responses to this vote than unique IPs

pls

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Every time HF runs CQ.

You certainly would 'like' to see your half-brother, but the protocols of court and your new position dictated your path. So instead of rushing off to the stables, you walked the corridors back to Melisende's chambers. You found her dressing, a clinging dress of blue silk, a mantle of blue and gold placed around her shoulders and secured above her breasts with a green emerald brooch, the crown placed upon her brow. She took a scepter in hand. When you came in she looked to you with a smile.

"My vassals arrive," she said, "So my armour must be worn. Silk and jewels. As important as maille."

"My brother has been sighted coming down the north road," you said, "If you do not need me, I thought to go and meet with him."

She walked to the arrow slit window, looked out onto her city. Beckoned you over to stand with her. "Look," she said.

From it you could see over the flat roofs of all Jerusalem, the peaks of churches and holy shrines, the towers at the walls, and the sparse hills beyond. Golgotha, and upon it a small church dedicated to the sight of crucifixion. The road, with travelers heading both to visit that blessed place or making way straight to Jerusalem itself. And beyond them to the horizon. You could not see the party of your brother for all the mess of foot traffic.

You were not sure what Melisende was trying to show you.

"All this," she said, "The seat of Christendom, the heart of the holy."

You looked up at the queen. Trying to read through her Imperial bearing. She drew away, back to a servant who slippered her feet in red moleskin.

"Do as you think decent," she said, "Go see your brother, or remain by my side. It's your decision. I'll not chain you as a hawk to my wrist."

> remain with Melisende
> go to Hugo

>>45166615
> remain with Melisende

>>45166615
> remain with Melisende

Just a reminder that I'm feeling particularly unwell today, so I may not run long.

>>45166615
> remain with Melisende

>>45166615
> go to Hugo

>>45166615
> remain with Melisende

>>45166654
So long you dont die on us it should be fine.

>>45166615
> go to Hugo

Little bro needs moral support. Matty is probably just as emotionally torn up worrying about her idiot half brother running off and endangering himself.

Besides, the Queen gave us permission.

>>45166615
>> go to Hugo

"Thank you my queen, I shall not tarry long."

Yes there are bigger things in the picture but Koblenz look after our own. And Matty would have likely seen that Wil would has sacrificed all he had built up if it would save Hugo.

Your stations and duties are important but family is family and you stand by family. Some values shouldn't change.

>>45166715
I am more thinking we should be securing allies and help.

>>45166615
>> remain with Melisende
>>45166654
The curse works in mysterious wys

>>45166723
Leave it to Wil and the Queen passive support. As long as Matty observes protocol and doesn't dishonor herself and the family name while attrnding to the Queen's Court, allies will come in support.

>>45166615
>> go to Hugo

>>45166654
Hope you feel better bud. Crap going around in my neck of the woods too.

>>45166615
> go to Hugo

DEUS VULT

>>45166654

Obviously we need Ms Historical Fiction on standby to make sure HF doesn't die again.

I wonder, does she know you run a quest?

"I shall remain with you my lady," you said with an inclination of your head. The Queen raised your chin with her fingers and smiled.

"Come then, let us greet the high court," she said.

And then of course you realized this would be your formal introduction to the most powerful nobility of the Holy Land. You swallow a lump forming in your throat and suddenly worry that you are underdressed for the occasion, but Melisende does not correct or chide your appearance, so you can only assume it is suitable. She walks ahead and you a step behind. You walk a-step with Hodierna, who regards you civilly but coolly.

You'd had no words with the royal princess since your disastrous dinner engagement. If she held a grudge for your blunt words she had yet to make it public. Still you think Hodierna would never call you 'friend' as a result, no matter what you might do to resolve it.

Baldwin came to walk with his mother, but Hodierna took him in hand, forcing him to remain a step behind. Fulk was not present,but his handsome son Elias was. He smiled to you as he joined the entourage proceeding to the throne room. The man was almost obnoxiously handsome, and though you'd heard his reputation he hadn't made a pest of himself. Indeed of every man present he had behaved most respectful to you, bowing when you past and asking how you were settling in.

No one talked now, it would be improper, but he walked at your side, hands behind his back, every inch a French gentleman.

The throne room had been filled with waiting nobility. A herald called out 'the Queen!' and they all stood or straightened. Knights of the temple orders, counts and minor lords, clergymen were present. They turned their attention upon the queen's party, and more than a few turned eyes upon you, considering you.

Of all present you only recognized Count Hugh, your brother's direct superior. Near him was a tall, handsome man and an old dark one gentleman of refined bearing.

"Walter of Caesarea and Pagan of Oultrejordain," Elias murmurred so only you might hear. He must have read your ignorance. He inclined with his head to another group. An old man in priestly robes with two knights. "Patriarch William and Raymond du Poy, captain of the Knights Hospitaller, with Archamboud of the Templars."

You nodded, a silent thanks for his instruction. The seneschal of the court bid all to sit once Melisende had assumed her throne. Elias departed your side with a slight bow as you took up position on Melisende's left, while Hodierna was on her right. Baldwin was given a stool at her mother's feet. The little boy put on a proud bearing. You saw the Count of Maine take up with Walter of Caesarea. The handsome Levantine whispered in the Frank lord's ear something with caused a chuckle. His eyes soon returned to you however.

"Welcome to Jerusalem my lords," the Queen said, "It is a dire business that calls many of you here. Treason, and abduction. Turmoil in Antioch. Soon comes the prisoners who have created such animosity. You will be their jury. I ask only that you listen to evidence as it is presented, and judge fairly, leave all rivalries and private feuds to one side."

The doors opened again.

First entered a girl little older than yourself, tall, blonde and fresh faced, with large blue eyes and a light way of walking. There was no mistaking her relationship to the queen, her youngest sister Melisende. Next came the thick bellied constable, William Bures, and with him the prisoners. Neither were chained, both were in good garb. Raymond looked about the whole place with an eager grin. This was his second time he'd been brought to trial. Your brother had his eyes downcast.

In William's hands was a young girl, who he settled onto the floor. Dark tanned from days under the sun and wearing cloth borrowed from some Saracen wardrobe, the Princess of Antioch walked hand-in-hand up to the Queen, and knelt before her aunt.

"Raymond of Tripoli and Hugo of Ramla," Ioveta said, "Presented for your judgement and come willingly from the safety of the holdings of Anur of Damascus to do so."

Your heart is a thud-thud-thud in your chest as you look upon your brother, mouth suddenly dry.

"Your trial shall be in a week hence," Melisende said, "In the mean time, you will be held in my dungeons to ensure you do not take flight. Is this acceptable to you?"

"Of course," Raymond said. Hugo only nodded, eyes still downcast.

> Wait! (ask that Hugo be allowed to stay in Ramlan quarters)
> remain silent

>>45167274
>> remain silent

>>45167274
>remain silent

We will visit of course

>>45167274
> remain silent

Could we ask her to move him to the Ramla Quarters in private. Rather not oppose the Queen in public.`?

>>45167227
>You'd had no words with the royal princess since your disastrous dinner engagement. If she held a grudge for your blunt words she had yet to make it public. Still you think Hodierna would never call you 'friend' as a result, no matter what you might do to resolve it.

Oh bother. What to do. It's done.

>>45167274
> remain silent
Kinda wish this was Hugo POV

>>45167274
>> remain silent

>>45167274
>> remain silent
>>45167313
And bring good food.

I wonder how bad matty's wrath will be when she learns that hugo almost died on the march.

>>45167320
Oh please, he would just do something stupid and get himself killed and ruin everything for Wilhelm.

>>45167274
> remain silent

we wait for the moment to speak a few critical words

>>45167274
> remain silent
no favors yet

>>45167274
It goes against my beliefs but if we to uphold the rule of law then Matty had better stay silent and let the Queen's decision remain unchallenged.

>>45167274
>> remain silent

>>45167255
>First entered a girl little older than yourself, tall, blonde and fresh faced, with large blue eyes and a light way of walking. There was no mistaking her relationship to the queen, her youngest sister Melisende

Iovetta and Mathilde will finally meet!

>>45167125
>I wonder, does she know you run a quest?
Yeah she does.

>>45167400
I always thought Ioveta was short for some reason

>>45167469
Well, she is a growing girl

>>45167400
Mathilde is going to dislike Iovetta right? they're like the moon and sun in disposition

>>45167464
And what does she make of it?

>>45167542
Ioveta is best girl though

>>45167542
I can picture them having conflicting personalities.

>>45167564
That would be Chiri

>>45167542
If brother dearest loves her then matty shall do her best to love her in turn.

>>45167564
>Iovetta and chiri are best girl

fixed

>>45167586
doesn't mean she can't despise her overly sunny disposition and her open fraternization with the common folk

You keep your mouth shut. Remained silent and watched. The prisoners were led away by a squad of men-at-arms. But that wasn't the end of the proceedings. Walter of Caesarea stepped forward.

"Your highness, I come on behalf of my mother," he said, "To protest her callous treatment at the hands of her husband, Count Hugh of Jaffa. My mother has been disgraced. A high born, gentle woman, set aside for the illegitimate spawn of a Sicilian pirate. I condemn the union of the two, and demand satisfaction for my good mother's honour!"

That set the crowd buzzing. Hugh stood straight, a look of rage upon his face, shouting invectives across the chamber at his former step-son. The girl beside him blanched away in shocked embarrassment. Walter snarled back at Hugh, reaching for his sword. It looked as if blood might be spilled. Walter was restrained only by Elias' hand, while Templars pulled back at stocky Hugh's shoulders.

Bam. Bam. Bam. Three sound knocks of the bottom of Melisende's scepter upon the floor. It cut through the disquiet, returning attention upon her. All eyes open, mouths shut. She stared cold down upon her subjects.

"And what manner of satisfaction is this, a duel? I'll allow no such thing," she said, "If you wish to petition my arbitration of your feud, you could have done so more properly. I am disappointed in you Lord Walter. Such tactics are beneath a man of your station." Then she turned her eyes to Hugh, and they were no less cold. "But you are not wrong. Your mother has been nakedly insulted. We shall confer and discuss in private, and not air family business before all the court."

It pleased neither of the men, but they remained silent. Next stepped for another man, wearing the tabard of Edessa.

"I ask for my lord Joscelin, who guards the north," he said, "About the gathering of troops in Jaffa and Ramla. News travels that there is to be a military expedition against Egypt before the year is out. My master wishes to know why, and under whose authority these troops are gathering. Is this campaign legal, more so is it prudent, and why has there not been an assembly of the high court to discuss it? My lord is left feeling alone and undefended against the true enemy of Christendom, with all our eyes turned south and off the cursed Turks."

Melisende raised a hand. "All will be discussed shortly about our campaign against Egypt. Be assured that this is under my authority, and for the good of the realm. I am happy to discuss such things with any lord who has questions for me. But not at this time."

That set some men giving trouble mutters and dark looks. Though that was all the urgent matter of state, still Melisende had to deal with some other business. Blessings were asked for marriage contracts, and noble lords recently inherited asked her to confirm their charters. All of which she did so with grace and dignity. Once the business was done, she rose from her chair and beckoned you to follow her.

As you approached her quarters a servant took off her mantle, another her crown, as she continued to walk. She handed off her scepter to a page boy and entered her quarters with a great sigh. A seat readied for the private meetings she had discussed. She sank into it, a cup of wine poured.

"If you'd like to go meet your brother you have my leave to do so," she said, taking a sip.

> go
> remain with the Queen

>>45167554
She approves, so long as I don't neglect my other writing.

>>45167900
> go

>>45167900
> go

Goddamnit Hugo, couldnt even go on a small trip to secure trade. Good thing there is someone brother can rely on.

>>45167900
>> go

"Thank you my queen."

>>45167900
Should probably have maggie and portia get some blankets and some such for him.

>>45167900
> go

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>>45167900
> go

Thank her dammit

If Wilhelm were to imply a massive insult upon Walter's mother to him from Hugh there would be blood with none on Wilhelms part

exactly what we need to secure our place above Hugh's rule

>>45168034

Don't need it.

Take ascalon and we're already there.

>>45167900
>go

>>45167920
what other writing?

smut for the missus?

>>45168041
and whats securing Ascalon for us? we have fewer troops than him and he is our de jure lord, if Hugh is dead or otherwise incapable of rule we could stand to gain Jaffa, Ascalon and beyond

seriously Hugh is nothing but a Problem for us and seeing him removed will be a massive Boon to Wilhelms ambitions

>>45168090
I am pretty sure his sister and his constable is already working on that,

>>45167900
Methinketh the Queen and Matty are getting along like blood twins.

>>45168134
that's speculation at best besides sharing what Hugh ''says'' will put us in Walters good graces for as long as he avoids the Hangman's noose

>>45168223
And if we fail? We get a lord who we betrayed and who hates us.

>>45168248
>betrayed

please he was attacked by Walter of Caesarea who was in a rage over the newest of the countless Insults Hugh visited upon his mother

we didn't do a thing!

>>45168090
>and whats securing Ascalon for us?
You know, southernmost lord, royal favor, Mathilde doubly tied to the high court and more trade that we can shake maidens at.

>>45168351
>You know, southernmost lord,
that is a minor to Hugh in title
>royal favor,
that we slighted seriously we've gone from trusted/loved to well liked
>Mathilde doubly tied to the high court
a minor boon at best
>and more trade that we can shake maidens at.
what?

seriously why aren't we killing Hugh?

>>45168351
You forgot Twue Wuv.

"Thank you my lady," you said with a curtsy. You did not rush away, but you did step a little quickly. You ducked out the door and past scowling Lord Walter who spoke with Count Elias. The count stepped aside for you with a look of knowing humour before you could smash into him yet again. Without stopping you gave him a grateful little dip in acknowledgement, turning round the corner to return to your own quarters.

There you found Maggie fretting over a parcel. Jams and bread, a bit of cheese, some drink. She clicked her fingers as she put it altogether. When she noticed you she crossed over and grabbed your hands. "How'd he look?" she asked, "Was he well, was he beaten?"

You squirmed your hands free and patted Maggie's cheek. "He seemed well enough, if in down spirits," you said, "I'm going to see him forth with. Would you like to accompany me?"

Maggie made the sign of the cross. "God's spirits I would," she said.

You summoned Portia to carry for you both. The common girl did so with a smile, taking Maggie's food parcel as well as a blanket and pillow for his chamber. You heard the dungeons could attract a frightful chill and you wouldn't have him falling ill on your watch.

Before going on you collected Bayard. You knocked upon his door just once before entering, and stopped with a shock. He yawned, mouth stretched open, covered with the back of his hand, but your shock was for the sight of his face without the patch, a deep black pit in his face marred with long knots of scar tissue. It was an ugly large crater that seemed to fill up half his face.

Seeing your shock he turned away to strap on his eyepatch, when he turned back your shock hd settled, but still you looked on him with trouble. It was a funny reason to be so disturbed, and rather vain, but you couldn't help it.

The man-at-arms buckled his sword over his gambeson, "Wait 'til I answer before barging in," he said, flicking at your ear.

Bayard swaggered out, and with your party gathered you went down to the dungeons.

None stopped you, many gave you a berth as you passed.

Once you came upon the dungeons a pair of guards straightened up. They eyed Bayard as if the thought he should be in their cells, and Bayard was equally generous in his regard for them, picking at his eye teeth with a finger nail.

"I'm looking for the cell of Hugo of Ramla," you told them, and they pointed you in the right direction.

You came upon a plain wooden door with a steel barred little window. Looking in you saw a well sized cell, with a palet set down, a chamber pot and a table with water for drinking. Hugo looked up from the corner, a quizzical expression. The guard on the door jingled his keys as he unlocked the door.

"Guests for you," the guard said, pulling the door outward.

Hugo stepped forward.

"Mathilde," he said in clear surprise.

> embrace him
> chastise him
> stay reserved

>>45168457
>> chastise him

>>45168457
> embrace him
> chastise him
Definitely both.

>>45168457
>> embrace him
>> chastise him

Why not both. Because.

>>45168457
> chastise him

Of all the stupidest things you have ever done this is the most dumbest and foolish. It is a good thing brother has one person to rely on!

>>45168457
>> embrace him
>> chastise him
Hug him, slap him.

>>45168457
>> embrace him
>> chastise him

Slightly more dere than Tsun if possible.

>>45168457
> chastise him

>>45168457
> chastise him
> stay reserved

call him a dumbass little shit in german for ruining everything our brother has been building so far for our family

>>45168457
>> embrace him
>> chastise him

chastise him for making us worry.

>>45168457
>> embrace him
>> chastise him

Slap, then hug.

>>45168457
>> chastise him
"Spinnst du oder was?"
Slap him.
>> embrace him
"Do not ever do that again. Older sister's orders."

>>45168223
> speculation
Implying that Hugo didn't have first hand evidence as well as Sabeen as a secondary witness.

Shame that the word of a bastard born squire and a half-slave Muslim woman wouldn't carry much weight in the Kingdom of Jerusalem.

>>45168676
that and the fact an affair doesn't amount to a plan to kill him

Anyone else read HF's pastebin stories?

Ascelon's gonna be hell for everyone.

>>45168947
Poor Malik. Hopefully we can capture him and treat him as well as we can as our prisoner.

"You really are the biggest fool this side of the Palestine sea," you said, stepping into the chamber. He blanched a little at that. "What on earth possessed you to do something so, so, so monumentally stupid! I swear on Christ this is nearly beyond a disaster! All of Wil's work nearly smashed to bits! You were meant to negotiate trade, not steal children! If it weren't for the fact we love you so we would be better off just letting them hang you!" You felt a strong urge to slap the fool right out of him, but when you raised up the palm of your hand and saw the real pain in his eyes, you felt a tremble in your shoulder.

He looked gaunt, haunted, and scared in a way you never thought to see him.

"God's sake Hugo, you could have been killed," you instead reached out and grabbed him around the shoulders, pulling him into a hug, "Why on earth did you do it?"

"It was the right thing to do," he said, and you felt his arms very awkwardly close around you.

You separated and sniffed. "How on earth is that so?" you asked as he took a seat, hunched forward. The boy was fast becoming a real man in build, the muscle of his arms and shoulders were thickening, his face losing some of that soft look of youth, harder eyes considering the world.

"She's all of eight and was going to be wedded and bedded," he said, his voice had grown more husky too, "How can I do nothing and just let that happen?"

You came and sat beside him, took his hand in both of yours. The rest of your party entered, Maggie and Portia, Bayard taking the door.

"It's not your place to do anything of the sort," you said, "The girl has legal guardians. There are laws."

"If the law isn't just, the law can go hang," he said, eyes tight as he glared at the floor, "God's law comes before all else. Do you remember Christ's words on children? I do. I remember Desmond reading it out. Matthew 18 or something like that. 'But who ever shall harm one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he were drowned in the depth of the sea.' Doing nothing and knowing a child will be hurt, that's as bad as doing the deed yourself."

"You really are a sweet fool," you said, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb.

Portia added an extra blanket and pillow to Hugo's bedding as Maggie set her package upon the table, unwrapped it. "Ye must be hungry," she said, slicing him a piece of cheese, pouring him some wine.

Hugo shook his head. "No, not particularly," he said. Maggie gave you a look of worry.

> insist he eat
> let him be

>>45169025
> insist he eat

>>45169025
> insist he eat
"Eat"

Or we'll stuff it down your throat you little shit.

>>45169025
>> insist he eat

>>45169025
>> insist he eat

Break bread with him, share among those in the cell.

Have him tell us of what he went through and his story.

>>45169025
>> insist he eat

>>45168947
Malik's story have me feels. Almost felt a feel for our old man too.

>>45169025
> insist he eat

>>45169025
>> insist he eat
Eat together. Some introductions are in order if hes not acquainted with Bayard personally. Tell him of what has happened at home and have him tell his tale. Talk and company will make a man hungry.

>>45169087

Wil's old man and Hermann have seen some shit. Sorta understandable how the uncle turned out. Not that its right. Just more understandable. A terrible weight on the conscious.

If we do take Ascelon, I wonder if we can do that deal like saladin did for the christians he captured in war. A small ransom for the common folk to go free. But I don't think that'll sit well with the war host who will be expecting slaves.

Does Maggie know the story with our Reverse Trap?

>>45169141

Don't think so. It's not an episode that Wil or Hugo would have been inclined to repeat.

>>45166615
Sooooo, was she trying to show us how crowded the streets were, or what?

>>45169025
>> insist he eat
"Eat or else Maggie here will make you eat."

>>45167255
>Baldwin was given a stool at her mother's feet.
Oh ho~

"Eat," you said, taking a chunk of sausage and forcing it into his hands, "Don't be a fussy child."

He grudgingly took a bite, chewed and gave a hard swallow. You forced him to drink as well.

"Tell me what happened," you said. He gave you a side look from behind his wine cup, wiped his mouth. He looked to your companions, working crumbs from his teeth with his tongue.

"We got word there was a man from France coming to wed Princess Alice..." he started. He went through the whole thing, as near as you could tell, beginning with their arrival in Tripoli. He spoke about Pons' fears and Raymond's plan. Mentioned a brawl with a Varangian that left his arm broken. Meeting the so-called 'co-emperor' of the Romans. Their flight into the wilderness with Constance in hand. Their fight with bounty hunters on the Dasmascene road.

Then he arrived at Damascus itself.

"It's a beautiful city," he said, "Thick yellow stone walls and high domed buildings. The streets were lined with palms giving us shade. It was orderly, peaceful, not what I'd have thought from a Muslim place. And it had quarters for Christians in it. That surprised me a little. No one seemed bothered by us or our appearance. Even the lord of Damascus accepted us warmly. An old man named Anur. Long white beard and this comically large turban. I thought he might tip over backwards it was so big. And he had three wives, can you believe it? An old woman and two younger ones. One of them was even a Christian. He gave us quarters but told us straight away he would need to send word to the Queen. He likes her a great deal I think."

He stopped to drink.

"We were in Damascus for a little while. Anur gave us the freedom of the city. Raymond spent most of it in the Christian quarters. I spent a lot of it resting. My arm healed up. When I was strong enough Anur's son taught me how to ride a camel, and one of his daughters took me to see a juggler that spun fire between his fingers. It was good, better than we could have hoped for. When Ioveta arrived I almost didn't want to leave. Anur even offered to find me a position in his household."

"You turning Moslem on us?" Maggie asked.

He snorted, shook his head. "Never," he said, "But they sure have some interesting things."

"I'm glad you got some rest," you said, patting his arm. Hugo started into an apple. He'd found his appetite at last.

He wiped juice from his chin. "What about you?" he asked, "How are things back home?"

> tell him about your own adventures
> don't burden him with such troubles

>>45169419
>> tell him about your own adventures

Mathilde was doing some work while Hugo was getting rekt and playing with camels.

>>45169419
> don't burden him with such troubles

Spies and betrayls are the last thing he needs to worry about. Tell him to rest, he needs a clear head for the coming trial

>>45169419
>> tell him about your own adventures

Pull Bayard forward too.

>>45169419
>> don't burden him with such troubles

>>45169419
>> tell him about your own adventures

Hope he didn't like Rosalie

>>45169419
> tell him about your own adventures

>>45169419
>> tell him about your own adventures

We did solve the case and everyone involved is safe.

>>45169419
> tell him about your own adventures

>>45169419
>Hugo is supposed to be protecting Constance
>Instead he spends his time enjoying Damascus and riding camels

GODDAMIT HUGO YOU LITTLE SHIT YOU HAD ONE JOB

ONE JOB!
N
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J
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>>45169419
>> tell him about your own adventures
Fair is fair, and siblings need to be on the same page.

>>45169558
Eh. Not necessary when the ruler of Damascus is also keen on keeping a peace with Jerusalem as a deterrent against their northern Turk neighbors.

>>45169558
Nah.

Just imagine hugo giving little alice camel rides.

>>45169618
doesn't mean he should trust the damn Heathens

who knows what peace means to them?

"Well," you started, sitting up with a proud little smile, "While you were playing games up and down the coast, I was foiling an Assassin plot against our brother."

"Bullshit," Hugo said, then followed it with a "Seriously?" and leaned forward to listen.

"Serious indeed!" you said, "I risked my very life in combat to bring the Assassin to justice. With Bayard here and Sabeen as well we fought and killed two of them, and caught the traitor in our midst."

"Solomon had a bit to do with that too," Bayard cut in. You gave him an irritated look, while the man-at-arm's just thumbed his eye patch.

"Anyway, it was by chance I discovered our brother's seneschal going to the yard one night..." you went into detail about your adventure, maybe going light on some of the more emotionally complicated parts involving Viyan. "We made a trap for them, and when we rushed the door fighting broke out. Bayard and Sabeen were both wounded-"

"Is she okay?" Hugo asked.

You paused to blink at him. "She's fine," you said, "Now, as I said. Sabeen and Bayard were both badly hurt, bleeding out on the ground, and with sword in hand I alone defended them both from Assassin killers, buying time for Solomon and his men to arrive." You mimed sword strikes, making chopping and clanging noises as you did. "They came upon our fight and helped me finish it. Luckily we caught Rosalie and put her on trial. Burned her of course, it was naked treason. Unfortunately the snake himself, Nabil, escaped."

"Is all that true?" Hugo asked Maggie and Bayard.

Bayard nodded. "Just about everyone word, even the last bit. I'm only alive because of your sister." Gave you a grin.

You felt a little blush at that. Hugo gave you a surprised but proud look.

"It was nothing," you said, "I was only doing my duty. Of course, brother was very grateful when he returned, and that's why he has entrusted me with securing your freedom."

"Do you think you can?" he asked, a nervous look in his eye, "Do you think you can get me out of here?" His voice seemed to have a tremble to it. His eyes turned your pride into an uncomfortable squirm.

> yes
> maybe

>>45169714
> maybe

''if the court goes bad mayhaps I could'

trust in the queen and our brother and maybe just a bit in ourselves

>>45169714
> yes

>>45169714
> yes

And you will never hear the end of it.

>>45169714
> maybe
Only god shall truly know.

>>45169714
>> yes

Of course my dear brother. The queen isnt actually that mad at you. And i've also taken up a position as her handmaiden so i'll be pulling every string i can.

>>45169714
> maybe

Guys the court is in our favour for now, lets see what happens

>>45169714
>> yes
If its the last thing i do

>>45169714
> yes
>one way or another
>maybe you could even give me some advice on escaping, eh, kidnapper?

really guys? really we're going to make Hugo's situation so much worse if we do this, hell chances are we're going to actually fuck up the plans for ascalon too

>>45169878
Telling him we're definitely getting him out of there?

>>45169878
Ascelon is not worth letting hugo hang.

>>45169914
fucking hell it is

>>45169914
What on earth makes you think we will have to sacrifice Ascalon for it ?

>>45169878
Trying to get him through this trial alive?

>>45169714
> yes
I think we can.I think we can.

>>45169878
We're not plotting his escape anon. Pay attention to context.

>>45169878
>we're going to make Hugo's situation so much worse if we do this
If we do what?

>>45169936
I dont but im just stating that even if that was the price to pay, i think wil would have paid it anyways.

>>45169985
Iovetta would never love someone who would sacrifice their brother for power.

"Of course I can," you said with a smug little smile, "It will be no effort at all. I have the ear of the queen, and she's very well disposed towards you already. Why the whole thing is more for show."

He gave you a look of deep skepticism, but then nodded.

"Thanks Matty," he said.

You got up and he gave you a hug this time, a quick one but more natural. You squeezed him back.

He showed you to the door.

"Be careful," he said.

"You most certainly don't have to worry about me," you said as you left, flashing him your best smile.

"We'll keep her safe," Maggie said, pecking Hugo on the cheek.

Hugo grabbed Bayard's arm before he could follow you out. The two shared a look, some silent masculine thing passing between them. Bayard nodded and Hugo released him, settling back into his room.

The guard locked the door behind you. You spared Hugo a last glance before hurrying on, feet feeling light on the steps. You truly felt as if you could do it. Win Hugo his freedom. Once you were back at your quarters a servant bid you to see Melisende.

"She's a need of you," he said, leading you to your liege.

Melisende was standing by her window again, considering her city. She did not smile for you when you entered.

"I wanted your thoughts," she said, "On this business between Walter and Hugh. I think we might be able to settle this thing between them, but it would only be a brief respite before they start quarreling again. Hugh had the annulment done with all legality. But Walter is a powerful, popular man, brother to Lord Sidon. Refusing him this may alienate him further from my throne, and he is far from my friend already. Speak freely."

> dismiss Walter's concerns as unreasonable
> side with Walter and say a trial by combat is fair
> side with Walter and say a payment should be made to his mother
> give no opinion at the moment
> write-in

>>45170041
Wilhelm would only do it if it was necessary, besides it's not like she'd know

>>45170060
Iovetta plotted an escape for us, she'd get really pissed when there's no attempts from us.

>>45170055
>> write-in
"Is it just merely a matter of a man's honor? I know little of the character of both men, but pray tell me and enlighten me further on these two men's past histories."

>>45170055
> side with Walter and say a payment should be made to his mother

Hugh should pay a monetary sum.

>>45170055
> side with Walter and say a trial by combat is fair

Men fighting over Woman

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

>>45170102
Seconded I'd like to make an educated decision.

>>45170110
You are aware that if Hugh gets killed or badly wounded. We would lose Jaffa and Sicily for our invasion ?

>>45170055
> dismiss Walter's concerns as unreasonable

>>45170102
>>45170116
TLDR

>Hugh was Married to Walter of Caesarea and Gerard of Sidons Mother
>She could bear no children so he divorced her
>there were rumors he was sleeping with the queen
>Walter was convinced of this
>Hugh has married the Bastard daughter of Roger of Sicily
>a lot of this is percieved as an insult by Walter upon both his and his mothers honour

>>45170055
>>45170102
This.

Lets see the context. Thry might be jockeying for more power/control and this might just be the pretense.

>>45170127
we had nothing to do with it though, not to mention Jaffa can be easily secured by Wilhelm as Hugh has no heirs to dispute it and roger has already pledged his support regardless of Hugh

>>45170055
> side with Walter and say a payment should be made to his mother

>>45170164
>She could bear no children so he divorced her
Annulled his marriage. Technically not a divorce.

>>45170055
>> side with Walter and say a trial by combat is fair

the she devil of Ramla demands her due

>>45170193
Roger is only helping due to the marriage and Hugh's heir is his sister.

>>45170219
[Citation needed]

baseless claim is baseless

>>45170208
He got it annulled officially, right?

>>45170055

> side with Walter and say a payment should be made to his mother

>>45170238
Yes, by the argument that she was infertile and couldn't give him an heir.

>>45170265
So what was the dowry Hugh got from the marriage?

I should say that the letter of the law is fully on Hugh's side in this case, but its not just about the law.

>>45170055
> side with Walter and say a payment should be made to his mother

>>45170283
> muh honour

I'd say just let them duel it out to first blood if Walter is not satisfied with Hugh paying back the bride price.

>>45170055
> side with Walter and say a trial by combat is fair

Legal or not an insult is an insult. Something like this will need to be sorted by their bullheadedness.

Putting a payment on hugh's wife will just insult the both of them so the fight is the only way.

However, rule that the fight should only be to the first blood.

>>45170283
Then money shouldnt even be involved. Honor demands blood. Let them have it out with practice weapons and let them brawl.

>>45170055
>> side with Walter and say a trial by combat is fair

>>45170055
> side with Walter and say a trial by combat is fair

So if Walter wins the duel he gets money?

>>45170055
Welp.

Walter isn't going to help with Ascalon no matter how you cut it.

Hugh is a guaranteed assist with Ascalon.

I'd rule in favour of Hugh so we can get Ascalon settled.

Better yet, delay and settle the matter in 6-8 months time.

Ideally, this conversation should include Mattie and the Queen sharing an exasperated 'men'

Great... If Hugh dies we lose a supporter at the trial.

>>45170446
As women are wont to do, amirite?

>>45170454
First blood or practice weapons

>>45170472
You are woeful naive if you think that is going to happen.

>>45170055
> give no opinion at the moment
I got nothin'.

>>45170486
That they bring it up to the Queen means that the Queen has the right to allow or deny the duel and can also set the conditions under which it will occur.

>>45170523
>ups my hand slipped and i killed him by mistake
>ups someone gave Walter a real sword by mistake

"If this is a question of honour you should let the men fight," you said, "Walter has every reason to be offended, and satisfaction should be made. To the first blood at least. No need to be so barbaric and have a man bleed to death upon the floor."

Melisende looked to you with a firm line of her mouth.

"Well, it's a thought at least," she said, looking back out to the city.

She was quite for a time.

"The best course of action would be to have Hugh repay the dowry. A fight is too risky, even to first blood they can still prove lethal, and I'll not throw my court into disarray on the eve of a war. The impact it will have on the army...petty jealous will take hold. If Hugh wins it won't just Walter that will feel slighted, his mother could draw Lord Gerard into the business. If Walter wins, Hugh maybe disgruntled enough to withdraw support for Ascalon or demand some concession of leadership - if he is not wounded or killed making it all the more a headache to sort out. Money is the best option. It alleviates some of Caesarae's resentment and does no lasting injury to Hugh. When we march we must be united in spirit and cause, and the struggle of war may settle their ill will towards one another more favourably than a beat up contest between them could."

It was a rather blunt lesson in politics, and you took it in. Of course her decision wouldn't turn on the words of a thirteen year old girl, she had just been testing you, seeing where your mind lay and assessing more of your character and ability.

You felt as if you may have failed this test.

Melisende offered you a chair.

"There's nothing I can do to satisfy Edessa except cancel the invasion and march my troops north," she said, "I wonder who prompted Edessa to speak. It does not strike me as the way Joscelin normally does business and seems done only to undermine our plans." She took a sip of her wine.

"My queen has enemies," you said, "My brother too."

Melisende threw out her hand. "If only they were all in Saracen lands, and not skulking in my court," she said. To that you could only agree.

Your day was done and you retired back to your own quarters. As you walked you felt a pressure on your back, as if someone was watching you. Or following you.

> roll 1d100

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>45170584

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>45170584

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>45170584

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>45170584

>>45170598
HA

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>>45170598
Mathilde gon' get raped

>>45170567
Cant win em all i guess. More to learn, more to experience. Just have to get better.
>>45170598
Anon WHY

>>45170598
incoming rape.

>>45170567
>"There's nothing I can do to satisfy Edessa except cancel the invasion and march my troops north," she said, "I wonder who prompted Edessa to speak. It does not strike me as the way Joscelin normally does business and seems done only to undermine our plans." She took a sip of her wine.

fucking Romans

>>45170619
Fuck I will drop this quest so hard if that happens

>>45170673
>implying you wont return next thread like the battered housewife that you are

Ah. It just isnt crusader quest without bad rolls and suffering.

Give me a bit.

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>>45170598
CLEAR YOUR FUCKING CACHE YOU CUNT

>>45170598
>Theodore, Hermann, and Elias waiting for Mathilde around the corner.

>>45170697
You are enjoying this, arent you ?

>>45170697
Have mercy.

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>>45170697
fucking hell HF let us try and salvage this

Can't wait for this shitstorm. Might wanna go ahead and archive the thread first though.

Man, can't wait to see what an 83 gets us!

Where the fuck is Bayard?

>>45170738
>We walk in on Count Fulk having an affair, violently.
>To salvage the situation, we join in.

>>45170697
Really wishing you had a once per session reroll.

I'm just gonna go and have two smokes before this devolves into a massive shitstorm again.

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>>45170780
he's dead Jim, along with everyone else

It's all gone man it's ALL gone

>>45170780
I don't know, he should still be guarding her.

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>>45170598

Don't freak out, my fiance just came home. I'll start writing in a second.

>>45170823
You're forgetting this is rapequest

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>>45170598
mfw

>>45170839
>Don't freak out
Too late.

>>45170839
>Don't freak out
>Don't freak out
>Don't freak out

TIME TO START PANIC BOYS!

>>45170839
ITS GOING DOWN BOYS

WE'RE FUCKED

>>45170839
PANIC
RAPE IS GUARANTEED
GRAB YOUR TORCHES AND PITCHFORKS
MISARCHIVE THE THREAD

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>>45170839
>Don't freak out

>>45170839
Man, can't wait to see what an 83 gets us!

I'm laughing like a loon.

I love you guys.

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>>45170839
Too late mate already screaming into a pillow.

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>>45170839
HF our collective anal circumferences can't handle this quest man.

>>45170866
Panic needs to be one of the archive tags.

>>45170839
RIP MATHILDES HYMEN
WE HAD A GOOD RUN

>>45170974
That's only if they're not experienced. I can get you the ARE clip if you haven't seen it.

Any ideas on what this roll was actually for?

A hand came upon your shoulder and you turned to throw a fist.

Elias dipped back on the spot, your knuckles only hitting the air. His hand released you.

"Forgive the surprise, I'd called to you but you must not have heard my voice," he said.

"And what is so urgent you'd grab a woman for the world to see?" you demanded. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, a slight smile beginning to tug the corners of his mouth.

"I thought we could talk, on matters personal and political," he said.

"Me, talk to you alone, with your reputation?" you said, raising your brows. His smile was devilish but not unappealing. "The world might think the worst."

"The world can go hang," he said, "But if it makes you comfortable you can bring someone with you. Whom ever you like."

Bayard came down that moment, whistling a jig. Where ever he had been you meant to have a word with him, and you mislike the flush on his face and merry step in his stride. He saw you standing with Elias and his scarred brow furrowed, though he kept whistling until he was with you.

"And what's this?" he asked.

"No fear good man," Elias said, "Your mistress is safe." He clapped the man-at-arm's on the shoulder and looked back to you. "Come by my quarters later so we might talk. Trust me, it is important."

You watched him leave, his broad back round the corner. Bayard looked like a hound dog held by the leash kept from attacking a stray cat. Or in this case, a leopard.

"You can't meet with that man," he said, "He's a viper."

"And who are you to tell me what I can and can not do?" you asked, flicking his ear, "You're my bodyguard, not my father."

> go visit Elias
> go visit Elias with a companion (nominate)
> don't visit him

>>45171003
Who
>As you walked you felt a pressure on your back, as if someone was watching you. Or following you.

is

>>45171010
>> don't visit him

>>45171010
> go visit Elias with a companion (nominate)

Bayard. If he is so worried he can come.

>>45171010
> go visit Elias

God, HF is so evil.

Now we have to waffle about whether this is important information of us about to get boned.

>>45171010
> don't visit him

>>45171010
>> go visit Elias with a companion (nominate
Bayard

>>45171010
> go visit Elias with a companion (nominate)
Bayard

>>45171010
> go visit Elias with a companion (nominate)
Bayard come on down

>thinking Bayard is gonna protect us from anything

>>45171010
Fuck.

Fucking fuckity fucking fuck!

Fuck Elias and his lies!

Remember that Satan disguised himself as the viper in the Garden of Eden.

I say NAY and leave that cunt as far away as we can.

> no visiting at all

>>45171010
> go visit Elias with a companion (nominate)
Bayard with two of our other guards at the door

>>45171010
>> go visit Elias with a companion (nominate)

litreally everyone we can trust plus knives and pocket sand and half the court

>>45171010
Can we send word to meet in a common area?

>>45171010
> bring Bayard and Maggie

>>45171077
thats an Idea

>>45171068
Reminder that Mathilde doesnt really know that. Be careful with the meta. He has a rep but that is it.

>>45171091
We've been warned about him by people we trust repeatedly

We go and we find a dead body and we are framed for the murder

>>45171091
Bayard has called Elias a viper.

People attending the Queen's Court has known of Elias' reputation.

It's like going to uni and hearing about the head frat boy whoring about and everyone else says to stay away unless you want space herpes with a side of space aids.

>>45171150
>>45171099
But he is so handsome and charming!

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>>45171150
Bit of a difference in politics. If they have enough influence or power, you'll still need to treat with them, even if they are snakes.

Look, everything will be okay if we keep quiet about it and we take special tea that hopefully isn't poison. Meanwhile, Elias will be poisoning our brother with words, though I think he'll do that anyway. I think we may just have to put up the constant cold wind against him, and only warm up to him if we can entice him to get what we want from him.

>>45171175
Elias pls Mathilde prefers her men covered in blood and sweat

Welp turning in for the night. Got work in 6 hours.

You cunts better not fuck this up.

Save the shit rolls for Ascalon.

"If you are so concerned for me, you can accompany me," you said, poking Bayard in the chest, "Or is it more a matter of you thinking so little of me that has you worried, hmm?" You peered up at him, finger against his chin.

Bayard rolled his eye. "Fine, as you say my lady, whatever you wish," he said.

You grinned and bopped him on the nose.

"There's a good man," you said, and started to Elias' chambers.

You do not know exactly what Elias wished to speak with you about, but you were here to gain allies for your brother as well as to secure Hugo's release. It was possible Elias could help you with that. When you came to his quarters you found him waiting. He dismissed his own guards and servants, bid you sit at a low table, with fruit and wine. He poured a cup for you.

Bayard took up by the door, arms crossed and eye on the Count.

"From my holdings in Maine," Elias said as he poured a cup.

You crossed your legs and your hands. "Personal and politics you said, which is it?" you asked.

He held up his cup. "Why there's nothing more personal than politics," he said, "Please, have a drink with me. Eat."

Laws of hospitality dictated you must. You took a sip of wine and a bite of apricot. The wine really was lovely.

"Your brother is in a danger your other brother once occupied," he said, "The men of your family really do have a habit of getting themselves into trouble, and out of it too. When last it happened I sided with the wrong people, more out of emotion than clear thinking. My father had a game he was playing."

"And this time you mean to side the other way?" you asked, taking another sip.

He leaned back, spreading out his chest, slouching into his chair. "Mayhap," he said, "Though Hugo is not the orator his brother is. I know him you know. We fought side by side against a band of Turks. He impressed me with his valour. No doubt the boy is a talented warrior, but his gifts end there. I on the other hand, have a more gifted tongue."

He took a bite from an apple.

"And you'd argue for my brother in return for...what exactly?" you asked.

He took a sip. "A kiss," he replied with a boyish grin, "Just a kiss."

Bayard started forward with surprise.

> slap him
> he isn't asking much

>>45171243
He can have it after our brother is free.

>>45171243
> slap him

You can take your sweet words and shove them up a Saracen arse, you pig fucker.

>>45171243
>> he isn't asking much

feign it, then grab his testicles in a vice

but if we are being serious about it

> slap him

>>45171243
> smile at him
> Hm, I already have a gifted tongue to tell of my brother's valour. What else do you have?

>>45171243
>other
Payment upon completion not before

>>45171269
>>45171268
>>45171264
>>45171243

Lets just tell him that he can get his reward after the deed is done.

>>45171243
>> slap him
Dude sets off Mathildes creep-o-meter

>>45171243
> he isn't asking much
> Bayard, kiss the man so we can be done with this.

>>45171293
All of my yes.

>>45171282
>>45171270
>>45171259
Fuck you guys, Mathilde isn't a whore. She'd be insulted

We don't need him
>slap him

>>45171293
Kek. This

I do not like this.

Who is to say he won't go up there and talk shit.

I am assuming he will.

>>45171293
Actually that would be great.

>>45171243
> from such a cheap price holding you back, it seems that you're the sort my brother would not want defending him
> perhaps if you had asked something a bit more expensive

>>45171293
I'll back

>>45171293
fuck this he didn't add stipulates to it

>>45171293
He didnt say from whom.

>>45171293
Holy fuck this is actually a very Matty response.

>>45171293
this done as smugly as possible

>>45171293
One of two things are going to happen.
Elias actually falls in love with her due to her wits

Or get really, really insulted. My guess is on both

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>>45171361
> creepy 20-something cuckfaggot falls in love with a 13 year old German girl

>>45171361
But if he does fall for her and the feeling is mutual, then what? Does wil give his blessings?

>>45171393
No fucking way

>>45171393
Sure.

Over his dead body.

>>45171391
She is legal in this time period.

>>45171393
not enough age, blood or muscle

>>45171393
Wil would sooner treat with the Saracens than allow his sister in union with Elias.

>>45171243
>> slap him

Fuck this nigga.

>>45171293
top fucking kek

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>>45171404
Either ways, she's betrothed and the Prince of Galilee wouldn't want his son wed to used goods.

You considered Elias. He considered you.

"Very well," you said, uncrossing your arms, setting down your wine cup.

Bayard started forward. "Matty, you can't be serious!" he said.

"I'm deadly serious," you replied, "Bayard, kiss the man."

Elias was in mid-sip when you said it, and he near choked on his drink. But his choking soon turned to honest laughter, and he slapped the table top.

He looked to your scarred protector with a twinkle in his eye. "Come on then good man, your mistress has given you an order," he said, patting his knee.

Bayard looked to you and then to him. He took a breath and stepped forward.

"Stop!" you said with a raised hand, "Bayard, really. Do you think I'd embarrass you like that?"

You looked back to Elias, whose grin was still wide. He refilled his wine cup, and offered to refill yours. You gave him a slight nod. Took the cup.

"Of course I'd want more than a kiss," he said, "Even from one so handsome." He toasted Bayard with that and your man grimaced. He looked back to you. "I have brought some men with me, and mean to join your brother's attack on Ascalon. Relive the days of past glory and earn some absolution for my earthly sins in the name of Christ. I ask only that my father is given the same honour, and hope you will petition your brother to sanction it. Melisende keeps a tight rein on him, I fear it is slow killing his spirit."

"Parental concern is all that moves you?" you asked.

"It is a prime motivator, yes," he said, "But maybe you know that Maine is the least of Anjou pocessions. I hope to add land in Sinai to my name, so that I might stand more equal to my elder brothers. A few well done deeds in the name of Christ would earn me esteem as well." He was being rather candid, you think he was also being sincere.

> a fair deal
> no chance
> write-in

>>45171441
I wish she had a happy ending

>>45171444
> a fair deal

>>45171444
> write-in

''Prehaps if you truly make good of your side of the bargain I will honour mine''

Payment after the fact

>>45171444
> a fair deal
We'll talk to Wil 'bout it.

>>45171444
> no chance

You and your father are both political rivals of my brother, by allow his father to break free of the tight rein it will risk Wilhelm's position.

He will have to offer something else.

Trying to get Ascalon to go to himself and Fulk.

"Who would deny Ascalon to the king who helped to take it!"

>>45171444
> a fair deal

>>45171466
This. I agree.

>>45171466
Obviously it would have to happen afterwards.

>>45171444
> write-in
tell him we can petition wilhelm on his behalf, that his actions will make it easy to advocate for him, but that we can promise nothing

>>45171473
>>45171461
Actually a good idea and Wilhelm will say no. Dont think he can outwit us.

>>45171444
No fucking way

>>45171444
> write-in
"I am but a mere handmaiden but i shall speak of it to my queen."

I think we've talked about it before, fulk should never be allowed to join an assault on the walls right? Just lead the campaign as a figurehead?

>>45171444
> a fair deal

We let him know we will write to our brother but we expect something for it first.

We fully expect that Wilhelm will say no.

>>45171444
> write-in

Cautious aggrement

>strengthening Fulks position
>At all

this is beyond bad for Wilhelm

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>>45171444
> a fair deal
> my brother does have great ambitions for that city, though I fear he'll try to overreach himself and be all the worse for it

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> make as if to kiss him, make at the last second to his ear
> "If you get my half-brother out of prison, we can do it in the asshole?"

>>45171528
Can we just say we'll speak to our brother/mistress about it?

I mean, shit. What is he expecting from *us*?

>>45171528
we are planning on screwing him over anon. Wilhelm wont allow it. And we can maybe convince the Queen to preform some token action as proof that we are real.

>>45171528
Fulk likes Hugo. Besides, Hugh is also a contender. We need a tiger to keep the wolves at bay.

>>45171534
to be naive and guillable?

>>45171538
Why do we want to screw him over? What do we gain from that. Seriously, the only person who hates Elias is Hugo, and y'all are projecting that onto the other characters.

>>45171556
Elias fucking hates hugo and dislike Wilhelm

Fulk hates Wilhelm and likes Hugo. We have finally gotten some stability in the realm, allowing this would be a big mistake.

>>45171556
because the enemy of our family is our enemy

and Fulk and Hugo both hate at least ONE of our brothers each

>>45171563
More like a quivering sword than a stable one. We need the Prince-consort's help to fight people.

>>45171528

The royal couple does need to reconcile. This might be it. Lets see how it goes. All we need to do is ask.

>>45171532
What the fuck man? No.

>>45171575
Oh, so let's go right up and try to take out Hod then.

>>45171581
you are aware Melisande hates fulk because he beat and possibly raped her right?

christ does anyone even bother reading the archive?

>>45171594
Anon being awks with Hod does not mean she is our enemy

>>45171598
Anon. We know that. We don't expect her to actually do it.

>>45171598
>you are aware Melisande hates fulk because he beat and possibly raped her right?
You should go get some evidence.

>>45171598
Actually. Melisande mentioned that she quite enjoyed Fulk. The bruises were more due to rough sex i believe.

Granted, Wilhelm kinda ruined him for her.

>>45171598
Hate is far too strong a word. She even mentioned two will that she does intend to keep him as her husband. Furthermore the couple even reconciled historically

>>45171532
>Not whispering Heil Zengi instead
Anon pls.

>>45171613
I'm curious about what would be different had we chose now on continue our romance with the queen as wilhelm. She was best girl.