Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>48376198

DEUS VULT

FOR JERUSALEM

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>48376198
Malik comin to fuck up our shit.

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>48376198

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>48376198

>>48376220
>>48376234
>>48376238

'tis not be a good sign. rolls are meh.

>>48376220
>>48376234
>>48376238
LORD PRESERVE US

Either Malik pulled one on us or the walls are bloody tough

The boy yawned.

An axe came out from the the night, end over end. The boy dropped with a scream, the axe tearing open his face. The gummy eyed man was at once awake, spear ready, shield up.

"Christ be damned, attack!" he screamed as turbaned men came slinking fast out of the dark, spears, swords, axes and clubs in hand, "Attack!" He thrust his spear forth to see it knocked aside by a sword. A club came down upon his head, turning his legs to jelly. He fell with a groan, knees slamming into the dirt.

"Takbir!" fire brands were lit. He saw a big man, bearded, black faced in the dark, the light throwing gold shade across his face. He groaned in horror as the man leveled pointed sword. "Death to the infidel," the man said in Broken Greek, and the sword thrust forth, spitting the Tripolian man-at-arms.

-

You are Wilhelm, Lord of Ramla, and the scream of 'Attack!' roused you. Your concubine Chihirizahd rolled away from you as you sat up, her eyes wide with fright. Nude, she slipped from your bed to fetch your sword as you still struggled with your blankets. From out of the camp a dark boy, your squire Alexius, ducked in.

"My lord, my lord!" he gave a panicked cry, though his eyes went wide on the sight of Chihirizahd's form, clad only in the sword she clutched.

"I know boy, I know, fetch my maille," you said, shamelessly nude as well. The boy went to your chest and drew it out, along with your surcoat and lion helm. He fussed nervously at the pools of intricate metal weave in his fingers. "Easy Alexius, breathe slow, deep," you advised. The boy nodded, thumbing the metal, doing as you said while you drew on a plain white doublet. Over it with Alexius' help you pulled on your maille, the length dropping to your knees. You pulled on a padded cap, then over it a coif of mail, at last mounting it with your lion's helm.

You reached out toward Chihirizahd, who gave you your damascene sword, then she pulled herself against your chest and drew from you a deep kiss.

"Be safe master," she said, stepping away lightly. You nodded, looking to Alexius, the boy you called shit-for-brains. His dark face was narrowed with terror.

"Ready lad?" you asked. He nodded but choked on a frightened sob. You stepped out of your tent. Sabeen was armoured, ready, and Hugo beside her. Solomon stood with Tancred, Franz and Etienne. Orlando and Sir Hector were still arming themselves.

Your body of troops were gathering, men-at-arms and gentleborn knights clustering. From the camp you could hear screams, and the sound of fighting. The glow behind Ascalon's walls was being answered by flames mounting in your own camp, tents set ablaze, horses screaming their inhuman terror as they burned in their tethers.

"Orders my lord?" Etienne asked, drawing his sword. Jacques was beside him, grim with a spear in hand.

> give your orders, send men to do the following:

> priority targets are as follows:
> the Queen
> the war machines
> the camp at large
> your own camp

>>48376503
>The War Machines
>The Camp at Large
>The Queen
>Your Own Camp

>>48376503
>> the Queen
>> the war machines
Etienne and half the men got to Queen the rest under Wilhelm go to the warmachines.

>>48376503
> the war machines
> your own camp

send unarmed servants to alert the other camps priority one the queen

>>48376566
seconding

>>48376503

Are we supposed to list in priority or just say where to send them out of that list.

>>48376566
This

>>48376566

The queen can look after herself, her guards will be focused on only protecting her.

We should look to repel the attack and defend the war machines.

Lost my trip.

>>48376577
Where to send them.

>>48376503
> the war machines

I'll elaborate very quickly, but the point isn't to pick one or two options and go whole hog. Pick characters to fill certain tasks, because if you don't send at least one of your characters to do a task there are potentially devastating consequences.

That is unless you are comfortable with leaving your personal camp unprotected.

>>48376718
about how many troops are available to us and how far away are the War Machines from our camp?

>>48376503
have Tancred rally our camp while Ettienne takes some men to secure the Queen, Solobro will come with us to the war machines while Orlando tries to organize with the rest of the camp

>>48376718
really how far away are all of these options, for now we should protect our personal camp, gather troops and prepare for a counter assault.

>>48376503
>>48376718
Solomon and Hugo to the queen, if something befalls her we are in deep shit, yes she's at the center of the camp but her tent is obvious and her moral worth is undeniable

Etienne and our best men to the Engines we MUST save what we can before they are unsalvagable, furthermore we should protect our camp as much as possible, anyone with half a brain knows we're in charge of things and if we're fucked everything is fucked

the rest of the camp can look after themselves

>>48376718

Ah cool, thanks HF.

Sabeen and her Lancers are to defend our camp. I'd not risk them running off into the night where some idiot might mistake them for the enemy. Our foreign friends should also remain the defend our camp.

Valeran of Gascony and Solomon along with his wing of troops under him are to move to repel the attack.

Arnold of Nassau and Etienne should rally their men to defend our war machines.

Hugo, Tancred and our own personal retinue should go to defend the Queen.

>>48376796
supporting this.

>>48376820
Anon at least try and not samefag, I mean you make good points but still.

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>>48376868
not me, mate

>>48376796
Also supportin'

"Sabeen, you and your men guard the camp," you ordered, "Protect our people." Chihirizahd ducked out from your tent dressed in a plain white shift. Father Desmond, the servants, all clustered around her.

"Sir," Sabeen drew her sword, face iron, her lancers doing the same around her.

You looked to others, to the commanders of your forces. "Valeran," the Frenchman stepped forward, strapping his shield, "Take your men, take Solomon and all your troops, and get out there. Drive these bastards off."

The Frenchman grinned, drawing his sword and saluting. "Oui mon signeur," he said with a courtly bow, then turned and barked French at his soldiers. Solomon drew on his nasal bar helm, drew his shotel.

"See you at dawn," he said, thumping your chest.

"Fight hard," you replied, hitting him back. He chuckled, giving low sweeps of his inward curving sword.

"Arnold, Etienne," the German and your major-domo stepped forward, "Get to the warmachines, make sure they are unmolested and kill any bastard that gets in your way."

"Sir," Arnold clicked his heels.

"Your will, my lord," Etienne replied, securing the strap of his helm, "Came, Jacques." He strode forward, spurs clicking, his gambeson clad squire a quick step behind him.

"What about us? Hugo asked, leaning on his spear. You looked to Tancred and your Ramlan men, to Franz and Orlando and Sir Hector.

"We get the best job," you said, "We go to protect the Queen." Tancred's lantern jaw lowered as he gave a toothy grin, and Hugo's face went resolute. Orlando looked ill, but drew his sword.

"Well then let's not wait," Sir Hector said, "Time is pressing."

Before you left you saw Hugo give Sabeen a last kiss, his thumb trailing her cheek. She kissed him again, a fast but heavy kiss, before they separated and he followed after you.

"Let's go," you said, striding toward the high white peak of the Queen's camp, path lit by burning tents.

> roll 1d100, best of three

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>48377182
god willing

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>48377182

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>48377182

>>48377215
>>48377206
>>48377204
>20 is highest

Fuck this shit. I am so going to bed. My heart cannot take it.

>>48377215
>>48377206
>>48377204
I'll be right back.

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>>48377204
>>48377206
>>48377215
...are these good or bad rolls?

>>48377236
oh god

>>48377204
>>48377206
>>48377215
someones getting raped I can tell, dont even have an appropriate reaction for how much of an Adult Im going to need.

Jesus christ HF please be fucking merciful we only just started the thread

>>48377256
Queen is captured and raped, Orlando is dead and so i solomon, Wilhelm is dead and Mathilde raped and dead.

Everyone is being raped and dead.

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>48377182

>>48377264
Hopefully the worst thing that happens is that Wilhelm almost dies. And has to be out of comission for a long while.

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>these rolls

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>48377236
Let's get a act of God to happen

its like CQ never went on hiatus.

May-maybe Wilhelm is the only one who dies or almost dies and we play as Hugo or Mathilde for a while.

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>>48377236
please let us Salvage something from this,at least on a few of the Individual paths

fucking hell this may just be the worst thing to happen since the fucking Zoe incident

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>48377312

>tfw Welf isn't here to save us

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I need an adult

>chiri will lose her husbando

Wilhelm is going to lose an eye or an arm

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2KYYVrBX4v0

RIP Orlando

oh god

You strode through the burning camp, the shouts, the clash of steel on steel, the screams in languages alien to your ears. Not just men but the camp followers. You gazed on in shock as a woman camp bursting from a burning tent, her hair ablaze, her clothes on fire. She hit the dirt tearing at the cloth, scratching at her hair, screaming to Christ in heaven. It turned your stomach, but you could do nothing for the poor woman.

A Saracen, turbaned and armoured, came running forth with an axe in one hand, hide shield in the other. You stopped his axe blow with a simple parry, Hugo darting in to gore him with his spear. He swung again for you. Tancred ended him with an axe blow to the back of his neck. The big Frank spat on the dead Muslim. You strode on.

The Queen's camp had been hit fast, you heard the fighting before you saw it. Men lay dead in groups of two or three, cut down from every angle, blood pools around your feet as you pass them. You stop at the sight of Old Theodore on his knees. It takes you a moment to note the severed arm, the arrows in his back, the skin hanging in bloody flaps from his face. He had died with spear unbloodied, broken at his knees.

"The Queen," you thought, then said "Mathilde!"

You ran, your men ran with you. The sound of fighting all around, a scream. You saw the body of a maiden in blue and your heart stopped, til the flick of camp fire showed her locks to be light brown and not black. You breathed relief, but turned your eyes again, hunting for the foe, for sight of your sister and your queen.

They stood at her tent, the Queen armoured, spear in hand, your sister beside her with sword and shield, one-eyed Batard and a trio of men-at-arms. They were a thicket of spears, holding back a press of Saracens. All clad in dark shades, armed with weapons for raiding rather than pitched battle. Cudgels, hatchets, short blades. One threw his cudgel with such force it brained a man-at-arms, smashing inward his helm.

The Queen's gold hair was a banner in the firelight, unbound around her shoulders, a mane around her snarling face, armoured in her white-gold maille, fighting with spear meant more for show than combat. Your sister was her small dark shadow, fearfully beating away probing attacks.

You pointed your sword and gave a shout. "The Queen, Melisende, Melisende!" you roared, leaping forward, your men surging around you.

The Saracens turned to meet your charge and at once you were thick to your arms in battle, striking out at every side. Pain lanced across your face and you howled. Men fell around you, friend and foe alike. You could only focus on the fight in front of you, hacking your way forward, Damascus blade shearing through wood like paper, cleaving deep into hide bucklers and punching through heathen armour.

You broke through the Saracen cluster, stumbling to the line of the Queen's defenders, gasping for air as if you'd breached the waves of the sea. Melisende took you in her arms, her eyes gleaming from the firelight. She turned you to face the foe.

"The fight is not yet done my lord," she said, and with you walked towards the fight.

You saw Orlando drop with a hideous scream, and Sir Hector step above his body, lashing out with leopard quickness, the arc of his blade clearing space. Hugo, Tancred and Franz fought back to back as men-at-arms, boys you had brought from Ramla, fell screaming beneath Saracen knives. There was a woosh as the queen's tent went up in flames behind you, startling the men. You looked around bewildered.

"I am the scourge of God!" a man stepped forward, a bearded, big man, grinning wickedly.

"Nabil," your sister said. The traitor assassin.

You moved toward him. He checked your blow, you parried his. You saw Hector collapse back, coughing on a sword point driven into his chest. Damn it all!

Nabil's eyes flicked to the combat ranging and he grinned. "You shall be punished for your sins," he said, and threw his sword at you, darting away into the camp. You knocked it aside, started after him, but tripped. Your chest slammed into the dirt and you looked back to see a dying Saracen grabbing your ankles. Your sister moved above him, finishing the man with a thrust to the neck. The fight still raged around you.

Tancred's axe drew a bloody arc in the night. Hugo's spear darted, teeth grit, face running with blood. Franz looked grey and old. Your sister stood over you with the eyes of a hawk, mouth puckered in cold fury.

> follow Nabil
> stay here and protect the queen

we have to lose somebody
I kinda hope its Sir Hector desu

>>48377599
>> stay here and protect the queen

>>48377599
>> stay here and protect the queen

>Theodore
>Orlando

NOOOOOOOO

>>48377599
oh fuck Orlando ;.;

> follow Nabil

>>48377599
>> stay here and protect the queen

>Theodore, Orlando and Hector

Fucking hell, nooooo

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>48377599
>> follow Nabil

VENGEANCE FOR ORLANDO!

NO MORE FROM THE SARACEN!

>>48377599
>> stay here and protect the queen

>>48377599
> stay here and protect the queen

>>48377599
> stay here and protect the queen
where are our physicians? go send for them and secure the area.

Will got himself a nasty wound on his face

so we're agreed that the gloves are off right?

>Orlando
>Theodore

Malik had his chance let's burn this city to the ground

>>48377711
this, one of our companions might only be mostly dead.

So should we use the dead to bombard the city?

It will at least serve as a morale drainer and help spread disease

>>48377713

hector also has a sword through him fuck.

Its war though. We'd still give his crew fair passage but gloves off for the rest.

>>48377758

Heads and bodies.

But right now I'm afraid we might have more christian dead then saracen.

>>48377776
all the same for us to return the favour tenfold, oh boy I hope the chance for vengeance comes soon.

Im annoyed no one wants to end Nabil though

>>48377798

Because the Queen is far more important. Gotta keep her alive, get healers to our wounded.

Did we just get our face slashed open ?

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>>48377874
probably, we von Doom now!

shhh no tears only sleep

>>48377874

We did.

Probably a chuuni scar.

>>48377915
Hopefully, but knowing this quest not bloody likely

>>48377930
If its not a chuuni scar, we're gonna be missing an eye or something.

You do not give chase. Mathilde helps you to your feet. You brush her hair as you stand, staggering away from her to the queen. She and Bayard were in the thick of it, crashing against the men encircling your own, her surviving men-at-arms joining her in the assault. She was no natural born warrior, but the sight of her beauty thrown into the danger of combat emboldened the men around her. You felt a stirring in yourself, and staggered into the fight, tackling aside a Muslim that tried to flank her.

The fighting does not last much longer, the few Saracens standing taking the example of the Assassin and fleeing into the camp. Your sword drops from limp fingers and your hands comes up to the pain lacing your face, eyes moving along the ground of the queen's camp.

"Who lives?" you said, "Call out if you stand."

"I'm here," Tancred.

"Standing," Hugo.

"Barely," Franz with a wheeze.

"I'm not dead yet," Hector climbed to his knees, teeth grit, a small hole punched in his maille. He knelt beside Orlando. "He needs a surgeon, Mohmed, or Ibrahim," his free hand gripped Orlando's tabard.

You stumbled over to them. Orlando's face was pale, mouth open, body shaking. He didn't need a surgeon, he needed a priest.

"Wil," his voice strained through his dying body, eyes flickering. You dropped to a knee.

"I'm here," you said, taking off your helm, taking off his. You drew his head into your lap.

Orlando gave a weak smile, blood on his teeth. "Are they safe, Wil?" he asked, "Is the queen..."

"She lives," you said, stroking back his matted blond hair. He smiled.

"Did I..." he choked, smacked his lips, "Was I worthy? To call you friend."

"You're my friend Orlando, a worthy friend," you hugged him close.

"I'm sorry I...I'm sorry..." he gasped, body shook in your arms, then he lay still, eyes staring up unseeing, mouth half-open.

You closed his eyes, lowered him to the dirt with a kiss on his brow. "Rest in God's love," you said. You were shaking now, tears running down your face.

The Queen had taken command, arranged to have fires smothered or doused, had the wounded carried, fetched her personal physician. She came to you and raised your head with a touch to your shoulder.

"You need care," she said, not quite touching the ravage done to your cheek. You nodded dumbly, rising to your feet. Hector and Hugo both wept openly, your brother covering his eyes with his arm but his shoulders shaking, Hector just staring at his dead friend.

Tancred went from Saracen to Saracen, making sure they were dead with a thump of his axe. You made no move to stop him.

The fighting in the camp ceased. Soon enough someone would have to take stock of the damage, but for now you were given over to the care of the queen's personal physician, a dusky man with a gloomy eye.

> roll 1d100, best of three +20

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>48378004
death to the Saracen

Rolled 75 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>48378004

AAA

DEATH TO THE FUCKING FOLLOWERS OF ALLAH

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>48378004

Rolled 62 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>48378004

Rolled 13 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>48378004

a pox on their souls.

Rolled 84 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>48378004

>>48378018
Good roll
>95

I hope Orlando will say hi to welf when he meets him for us

Orlando, you will be fucking missed. Should have left him behind at our camp.

so we were going to do this honourably but that just got thrown out the window.

how do we do this
Stealth Invasion by boat?
Flamethrower when we breach with a siege tower?

I just hope this is the worst of it...

>>48378145
We will throw dead animals and corpses over the walls.

>>48378145

Flamethrower with siege tower was always going to be a thing.

We will also catapult launch saracen heads at them.

And then we will launch saracen headless bodies at them.

>>48378188
that doesn't seem like enough though, we were hit hard and the lust for revenge doesn't seem to be sated by just that

>>48378212
I wonder what the chances of a flamethrower burning our siege towers down is?

Goddamnit Orlando you piece of shit. Cant you do anything right ?

Just goddamn you...

Say hi to Welf from us...

>>48378242
>Implying he didn't die like a fucking champ

I know we talked shit about Orlando but I will fight you anon

>>48378242
>>48378277

He didn't live. I just wish he'd not died.

We had plans for him. Plans with a high rank, where he would help manage ascelon. Damn you Orlando for wrecking them.

>>48378277
I didnt want him to die at all. I wanted him to stay in Ramla and made sure everything was runnin smoothly

The physician laced up the side of your face, cleaning reattaching the skin. It pulled a little at your mouth, but he assured you it would cause no deformity, though it would leave you with a scar that went from cheek to jaw.

"An inch higher and you may have lost an eye," the physician said, clapping your shoulder as he went to se other, worse off men.

"Can't recommend that," Bayard thumbed the black patched that covered half his face. The man needed a shave, his jaw was covered in patchy brown whiskers.

"You did well out there," you said, "Protecting my sister."

"Just doing as I was told," he said, drawing a water skin from his belt. He took a mouthful then offered it to you. It was like the headiest liquor after all that, delicious down your throat. You gave it back, and he went to check on your sister, who sat upon a chair staring across at the battlements of Ascalon. He touched her shoulder, she gave him a tired smile.

Dawn was breaking on the horizon. Your men were making a litter to carry Orlando. Tancred and Franz, Hugo and Hector, an honour guard for your friend. Not the first you had lost, you hoped it would be the last. You looked to Ascalon's battlements, the flutter of Saracen banners on the wind.

Your queen came to you, running a hand over her face. "I'm calling a council to take stock," she said, "You will be there." It was not a question. You rose from your seat. Grief hung upon her eyes, and you saw Old Theodore's body wrapped in cloth, wrapped by her own hand.

"You did well," you said. The sight of her fighting, it had been quite an image.

"I did what I had to do," she replied. "We will repay them ten fold for this," she said, fist clenched by her side.

A horse galloped up, Valeran of Gascony upon it, "The camp is secure my lord."

"Any dead?" you asked.

"A few, not many," his eyes searched your own party, taking notes.

"The war machines?" you asked.

"They burned a trebuchet, that is all," he said, "Arnold took injury but lives."

"And our people?" that worried you most, but you were answered by the march of Sabeen through the camp, her lancers behind her.

She thumped her chest, spear straight at her side. "Ramla stands!" she called.

The call was carried. "Galilee stands!" "Jaffa stands!" "Maine stands!" "Foix stands!" "Tripoli stands!" "Sidon stands!" and so on, until the Queen herself stepped forward.

"Jerusalem stands!" she called, and a cheer went up from the camp, a cry of 'God wills it!' and the drumming of spears on shields.

The Lords of the camp were gathering, some wounded, others not. Count Foix clutched his belly, while Elias looked fresh save a bloody streak on his chin. Raymond of Tripoli stood with his father, swords bloody, gore up to their arms. Raymond grinned wildly.

"What now, my lady?" you looked up to the Queen.

She gave breath. "We rest, continue the bombardment of the walls, and prepare for an assault on the morrow. This attack must be answered." She looked to you for validation.

> sounds good
> offer an alternative (write-in)

>>48378397
> sounds good
> offer an alternative (write-in)

"I want the heads of the saracens removed.

We never invited them to our camp. We should send them back."

We'll send their disfigured and maimed bodies and heads back at them.

>>48378397
> sounds good

Use Saracen heads to demoralish them

Could this be the turning point of William's character arc where ends up like his father?

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>>48378397
>> offer an alternative (write-in)

WE TAKE THE WALLS NOW, before dawn they will expect us to take stock of our dead and rest after the fighting

cut the heads off every Saracen and send them over the walls

finally send word to the fleet tell them to be ready to land once the fighting starts we'll press them hard and fast!

>>48378448
Wilhelm will go FULL Tywin

>>48378448

Orlando died in honest combat, a martyr.

We didn't do anything despicable but this is war and were bound to get vengeful should we lose anyone.

We'd not have a heavy sin on our heart and so not likely we'd go fully the way of our father.

>>48378472
can we do this? yes! should we? better judgment says no but VENGEANCE says hell yeah!

>>48378522
note I'm actually voting in favour of this

>>48378472
Doing something that rash is not very Tywin Anon.

>>48378522

We still have to support the Queen. A thirst for vengeance here will weaken the Queen's standing.

>>48378569
we have little choice if we want to turn this advantage around

besides consider this Growing pains

>>48378145
Intelligently

I will give you time to discuss this.

>>48378578
Heavy bombardment followed by an assasult from land and sea is much better. Also throwing body parts will demoralish them

>>48378578
Voting against this

>>48378417
Sounds good, then continue the bombardment till the next dawn.

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>48378599
>>48378573
>>48378556
>>48378616
Okay well I've said my piece what would you do suggest anon? we have a limited window to actually surprise them and no guarantee that they wont do this again in the future

>>48378604
Continued Bombardment then attack in the morning with ram ladder and tower.

>>48378653
From land and sea.

>>48378632

Sallies are part and parcel of sieges, we will have to content with them for the duration. Its just how it is.

What we can do now however is to light parts of no man land on fire.

This'll potentially stop night assaults as we can see them coming but we'll also be unable to make use of cover of darkness to launch an attack.

Our time limit is roughly two-three weeks, when reinforcements from Egypt may arrive. Currently we've gone through a couple of days. Until then we will be denying the garrison sleep by burning everything with greek fire and shelling them.

We will wear down this garrison and take the city while weathering their sallies.

>>48378653
Throw in a sea attack and this sounds good.

>>48378689
that wasnt a Sallie it was goddamn massacare for us

if we attack now we may be able to turn it around and catch them off guard rather than prepared to meet us on the walls

>>48378692

Sea attack should come later.

This attack will probably be repulsed and we should do it at a second assault when its more likely to succeed.

Not when their strength is at their highest and when they are still mostly rested.

When their number have been thinned, their morale weakened and their strength stretched due to lack of rest, thats when a good strike will succeed as a sea assault will take them by surprise.

>>48378737
>massacre
>when we got through mostly unharmed.

>>48378737
You are a fool if you think they arent on guard right now. Not to mention their spirit is high after the attack.

>>48378737

How.

How do you suggest we catch an enemy off guard.

An enemy that is on high walls, that just sent out an attack and is waiting for them to return. They'd see us coming and our troops will be feathered before we reach the walls.

Alright, the majority seem to want to just launch the mutilated bodies of the Saracens over the walls, others want to try and storm the walls now. Vote off this post.

> lob bodies over the walls
> attack now

>>48378790
Not to mention it will take time to get everyone in position and our men right now is a bit shaken after the suprise attack.

>>48378877
> lob bodies over the walls

>>48378877
> lob bodies over the walls

>>48378877
>> lob bodies over the walls

>>48378877
> lob bodies over the walls

>>48378877
>> lob bodies over the walls

Heads and bodies separately.

Bodies preferably disgraced or set on fire before mailing them home.

Heads at least should be identifiable for their family members and friends to scream.

So people want to attack the walls after both sides' reinforcements have arrived?

>>48378963

Their reinforcements arrive in 3 weeks or so.

>>48378963
>So people want to attack the walls after both sides' reinforcements have arrived?

We have gotten no reports of reinforcements from Eqypt. It would take weeks for them to get here.

>>48378877
> assault the walls
>lob bodies

It's not going to win but eh

>>48378980
Unless they have a force nearby already poised to strike, also they could come by water saving a few weeks travel and face is upon the sea

God forbid if Zengi thinks it a good time to strike

>>48378980
And ours?

>>48379049

Gee, thats what the blockade is for.

That and our Gaza Garrison.

>>48379049
Their nearest force is in Jaffa which is what our garrison force in Gaza is for and we got a feraking blockade at sea and Zengi is all the way over at Mosul. What on earth are you smoking ?

>>48379082
still no guarantee they'll stop shit, your're stilll banking on plans that are likely not going to last much longer considering what may very well be a disaster

"I agree," you said, "But we should also see to the enemy dead. I say we return the Saracen their menfolk, by trebuchet."

She gave you a smile devoid of anything pleasant. "Very good."

Soldiers were organized to collect the dead, one lot taking the heathenbodies to the war machines, a small hill of corpses growing beneath Achilles' scrutiny. Others gathered up the Christian slain, carried them to the far end of the camp. Priests went to give blessings and prayer over the valiantly slaughtered. You went with the other lords, helm tucked under your arm, to the blood splattered ground of the queen's table. She took a seat as if it were a throne, her new robe thrown around her shoulders, glowering deep from her mane of wild gold hair, sword across her lap. She looked a warrior queen, teeth bared and nostrils flared. A terrible beauty.

Her lords took stock of each other as they assembled. They took stock of you.

Hugh stood at your side, hand on your shoulder. "Damn it all Wil, but that scar just makes you all the more dashing," he said with a chuckle, "My thanks for protecting Melisende."

"No need for thanks," you said, "I just did my duty."

"As do we all, still, I worry what may have happened if you'd not been there," your overlord was shushed by his neighbour, owl-eyed Lord Grenier of Sidon. The Queen sat forward in her chair, sword clenched in her hands.

"How stands my army?" she asked.

"Not good," Raymond du Poy said, cracking his knuckles, "The knightly orders took little damage, but Tripoli lost a number of men, and others-"

"Give me numbers, sir," she said, finger like an arrow at his chest.

"Four hundred, in all, spread amongst all our camps," he said, "And more in the camp followers."

"And how many of theirs?" she asked.

A dark look past from the masters of the holy orders. "Around one hundred men," he said, "They did terrible damage. A well executed night raid, but they'll not catch us like that again."

"I should think not," Melisende sat back in her chair, tapping the leather case of her sword, "We shall return this hundred slain to their women folk. And tonight we show defiance. I'll not be baited into throwing more lives away against their walls, it is untimely for such an action, but we shall continue to bombard them, and feast in their shadow. We are bloodied, my friends, but we are not broken. Far from it."

"We act on your word, my queen," the Count of Foix gave as deep a bow as his girth could manage.

"When shall our Roman friends arrive?" Melisende looked to you.

"Prince Manuel should be here in a number of days," you said.

"Send a messenger to check on our forces in Gaza," she said to Raymond du Poy, who saluted her. "I'll not be caught in some Saracen trap, broken by some force conjured from the desert against these walls." She stood up, tall, regal, manned in white fur and crowned in gold locks. "Tomorrow gentlemen, tomorrow we shall make an assault on these walls. But today we rest, recover, and prepare."

With that she dismissed her lords. Mathilde brought her a chalice of wine and the queen took a sip. Your sister looked pale but resolute, her face cleaned and shining. Hugh thumped your shoulder as he walked away, keen to be at the fighting. The others peeled off, though Count Elias and Lord Bures lingered in the Queen's camp. In the distance you heard the familiar launch of the trebuchet, sending home its gruesome package.

> return to your camp and rest
> check the state of the camp
> write-in

>>48379251
>> check the state of the camp

>>48379251
> check the state of the camp

And check on our companions. Chiri and Mathilde must be worried sick

>>48379251
> check the state of the camp
> write-in

we should organise a night raid of our own, perhaps from the sea or some other way?

make it long term, they seek out the granaries and light them up in a single night?

>>48379251
> check the state of the camp

>>48379316
>make it long term, they seek out the granaries and light them up in a single night?

How ? Their food stock is in the city and inside the keep itself. How on earth would you launch a night raid through their walls ?

>>48379251
>> check the state of the camp
>> write-in
See to Orlando's last rites.

As a friend, as a brother in arms. He shielded us from an assassin once and he died on crusade. We must honour him.

Only question is where he should be buried. In Jerusalem itself or in Ascalon when we take it.

>>48379316
Concentration of force, anon. Don't think you can take the walls by shonenry.

>>48379339
swimming in through the port or finding some other way through the walls, shit I don't know I'm just spit balling


we could try and pull a trojan on them somehow

I'll be back in a bit.

>>48379386
This anon doesn't know the tale of 10 000 slaves planfag

>>48379374
>>48379374
>implying shonenry
>not covert ops

>>48379401
I....what?

>>48379409
You want to launch a night attack into a city we dont know the lay out of in the hopes we will find their granary ?

Not to mention how we would even get a boat into the habour or scale the walls

>>48379409
An anon wanted to take the city (any city, really) by getting a huge army of slaves, infiltrate them through the port with orders to be sleeping agents, then springing them at the right moment.

He shilled the idea everywhere, but got rekt at every point with common sense, actual historical facts, and general shitposting. It got notorious enough HF had to explain that, no, it wasn't possible to meme your way to victory.

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>>48379251
>>48379371

Yes.

Good bye Orlando.

>>48379437
only a few men not hundreds, besides rowing boats are a thing remember.

>>48379511
>planefag
>HF

okay bullshit

>>48379511

what does planefag have to do with it though

>>48379511
I remember the guy who wanted to do a peasent rebellion or the one who wanted to take Cairo by sneaking an army into the city.

>>48379539
>only a few men not hundreds, besides rowing boats are a thing remember.

All the better to feather you with, my dear.

Hey, any chance we got any enemy survivors we could question ?

>>48379630

Kinda doubt they'd spill anything.

And anything obtained by torture is suspect.

We'd be better off nailing him to a cross and putting him on display for the garrison.

Perhaps set him on fire as well.

>>48379669
That's some heavy shit. Nobody's gonna object on Christian grounds?

>>48379722

Burning heathens? Not really.

Considering that we've burnt christian traitors as well.

>>48379722
you saw what they did to us right?

>>48379756
I think it would backfire and just make them angry instead and harden their resolve.

You take a walk of the camp, checking to see how it stands. The sign of battle is still in evidence even as the camp rights itself, taking down burned tents and erecting fresh ones in their place, scrapping over the black cinders of the devastating fire attack. You pass Odo of Jaffa and his friends taking the Christian dead, common soldiers, to a mass grave in the outskirts. Odo stops to give you a friendly salute, but then returns to his grim business.

The templars and hospitallers had taken over guarding the camp, vigilant in their distinct tabards. They seemed hardened against the violence around them, seeing past it to something greater. You envied the cold certainty of the fanatical warriors.

Lord Pagan spoke with Pons of Tripoli, the two old men in a dark mood, as Pons' son Raymond looked on with boredom in his eyes. He flashes you a wolfish smile as you pass, touching the side of his face with approval. He truly had a touch of madness about him.

Your feet take you to a different site of morning. A pit had been dug. In it lay Orlando, clutching his sword. Ramlan colours, and some men of Sidon, had gathered. Your brother stood tall, shoulders shaking, eyes welling with tears. Sabeen stood beside him, hands clasped in front of her. Solomon looked on glumly, massaging Chihirizahd's shoulders as she wept into a cloth. Father Desmond gave prayer over the grave.

You watched a little separate, but the crunch of dirt turned your head. Owl-eyed Gerard Grenier stood at your shoulder, stooped a little inward, cold eyes on the body of his slain cousin.

"He died bravely," he said, "At last worthy of the name 'Grenier'." This man who had made his cousin outcast, taken his lands, now looked on sadly at his estranged cousin's funeral. He nodded as if to himself. "The fate of all men," he said as he walked away.

Tancred and some other men took up shovels and began to heap earth upon Orlando's corpse, burying him from your sight a fistful of dark soil at a time. It spilled in the lines of his face, the parting of his lips, through his pale hair, until it at last swallowed him whole.

"Remember that this is but a clay vessel we bury," Desmond said, "Orlando lives on, eternal in Christ."

"Amen," you muttered the word as it is carried by the others.

Sabeen takes Hugo by the shoulder, leading the sobbing young man away. The others depart in ones and twos, until only Chihirizahd remained. She looked to you with dark rimmed eyes, a sad smile upon her face. You walked to stand with her.

"No harm came to you?" you asked.

"None, master, not with Sabeen there," she said.

"Good, that's good," you took her hand in yours. "There will be fighting tomorrow," you said.

"I know," she replied, and put her fingers to your scarred face. You turned that hand to your lips, and kissed her palm. "Will you spend the night with me?" she asked, a strained note in her voice.

> yes
> I cannot

>>48379826
>> yes

>>48379826
>> yes

We must rebury Orlando after we take the city. We must not his resting spot.

>>48379826
> yes

>>48379826
> yes

>>48379826
> yes

>>48379826
NO NO NONON ONONONONONONONONO

remember the queen will castrate us

> I cannot

>>48379908
She will do no such thing. She has more important shit to worry about right now.

>>48379826
> I cannot

>>48379826
> I cannot

>>48379826
> I cannot

think of Iovetta Wil be stronk

>>48379826
>> yes

>>48379920
I entirely believe that but would rather have Wil die than castrated after the queen threatened him

>>48379826
> yes

Chiri needs us, at least let us indulge in her.

>>48379988
>Chiri needs us, at least let us indulge in her.

Give her the good ol' Cyprus ?

>>48379826
> I cannot

If we dont do sex I'd be happy to, make it a night of RAW sexless emotion rather than sex

>>48380021
If we do not i want to atleast explain to her why not.

>>48380034
exactly we spend a quiet night being completely honest with how we feel about her and Iovetta and not boning her

>>48379826
> I cannot

Can we do >>48380021 and just be completely honest with her

>>48379826
>I cannot

>>48379826
>> yes

Look, HF said a long time ago that Chiri loves Wil. Out of all of her masters, Wil has been the nicest and Chiri would be suicidal if Wil dies.

At the very least just pump her a few times with Wil's seed and she'll satisfied even though she has a barren womb.

>>48379826
>> yes

>>48379826
> I cannot

do not bone the waifu, do however have tender emotional time with her

>>48379826
> I cannot

RESIST THE LEWD!

>>48380129
really what is wrong with giving the concubine the D.

>>48379908
Queen said any other woman.

Chiri is our slave and therefore counts as property.

Also Chiri has a barren womb.

2, almost 3 years of Wil putting his seed in her and not once has she sported a baby bump.

Make what you will with that knowledge.

>>48379826
>> yes

You wound fingers through her thick black hair as her head nestled against your chest.

"Yes," you said as you breathed in her scent.

Chihirizahd took you by the hand, lead you to the camp where others milled. Took you past Hugo, who leaned upon Sabeen in her lap, the two lost in each other though they both looked into the dying fire. She took you into your tent, where Alexius waited. He read the mood more keenly than expected, departing with a blush. She sat your helm upon your desk. Chihirizahd took the hem of your maille in hand, helped pull it from your body. Then her fingers smoothed over your doublet, finding the laces, unbinding them until it fell from your chest and her fingers moved over skin, down to your hose, your codpiece. She pushed you to your chair so that you sat as she unlaced them, peeling them down. Your hands moved along her hips, feeling her body through the fabric, the form of her, ringing her waist, carrying up until they found the slopes of her breasts.

Hard nipples showed through her shift and you took them in your grip, massaged them through the cloth as you grew in her hands. She slid her shift up over her hips, lowering herself onto your lap, drawing you up that you drew a gasp from her. Her mouth found herself and as her tongue and lips melded with yours you felt the run of her tears through your beard. Your hands slipped to find her backside, and gently you aided her slow, rhythmic rocking.

It was different from how you'd ever lain with her before, slow, mournful, but sweet. She drew from you a gasp, she shook, holding you to her breast, hands lost in your hair. Then she drew from you your seed, and slipped down. Her face glistened in the dark.

"I love you," you said, kissing the nape of her neck.

"You promised you wouldn't say that," she said.

"I can't lie," you kissed her cheek, pulled her mouth to yours.

>>48380148
>>48380150
on you if we get castrated then

>>48379826
>> yes
I guess

When your lips parted she swallowed, took you softly by the cheeks, eyes searching yours. "What will become of me when you are wed?" she did not speak of death, except through her eyes. She feared your death and it made her shiver.

> I will find a place for you in my house
> I will free you and see you established
> write-in

>>48380181
> I will find a place for you in my house

you will be Happy no matter what

>>48380181
>> I will find a place for you in my house
>> write-in
But if you wish something else of me, speak, and i shall make it so.

>>48380171
Medieval law is a funny thing, what with slaves being property and property don't count as people except in extreme circumstances.

>>48380181
> write-in

whatever you wish mein fraulein

turn her foreign words on her

>>48380181
Tell her whatever she wish. She can stay in our service or be freed if she wants. Whatever she does she will be showered in jewelry and silk on that we promise.

>>48380181
> I will find a place for you in my house

>>48380223
we aren't talking about legality here we are talking of a threat made out of passion and emotion regarding the queen and her younger sister

no amount of legality would stop that

>>48380248
The queen is not going to suddenly turn up at our tent for cock inspection.

Kinda sad Wil and Chiri never had a child and there is a 99% chance they never will.

>>48380181
> I will find a place for you in my house
> write-in
Maybe not exactly the house, but certainly the family. There will be babies, and possibly Mathilde.

It is funny how everything Wilhelm has he owes to Chiri.

>>48380271
She's infertile. I think, it's mentioned somewhere.

>>48380181
Oh yeah. If we are to die. Maybe we should write a will to make sure she is taken care of by Hugo or anyone else.

>>48380181
>> write-in

If I were a moslem I would be hard pressed to choose a first wife or a second, whatever makes you happy shall be yours when I am wed along with whatever that means

>>48380307
she had a child at like 11/12 and it was incredibly hard on her while not Infertile it's incredibly hard for her to have a child.

>>48380181
> I will find a place for you in my house

You will be my mistress, my lover, my Sheherezad, and my spymaster.

I owe you everything since the day you ferreted out that foul conspiracy against the Queensmen.

All of my emotions in this thread!

>>48380416
if only we rolled a little better, orlando and Theodore would still be alive.

>>48380441
It's just like reading a Song of Fire and Ice all over again!

"I do not mean to send you away," you said, cupping her chin.

"You wife -" she said but you kissed her mouth before she could continue.

"A good wife obeys her husband," you said, "And she will need a nursemaid for our children, and I will always need my Chihirizahd." You kissed her again, and she kissed you back.

"And if you...if you die?" she said around your lips, voice trembling.

"Hugo will care for you," you said, "Or Mathilde."

"Don't die," she said, hugging you, "Stay with me."

"As long as I can," you brushed her hair with the flat of your hand. Then you stood, picking her up as if she were a child, and carried her over to the bed. You lay her down, and lay down beside her, hands stroking her, soothing her as her body shivered with fear.

"I love you, master," she had a small voice, eyes large and seemingly innocent. Then she nestled against your chest and you lay together in the dark.
-
> switch to Hugo
> switch to Mathilde
> stay as Wilhelm

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>>48380416
WHERE IS THE RELIEF ANON WHERE?

>>48380468
> switch to Mathilde

oh god I need a reprieve from the suffering

>>48380468
> switch to Mathilde

>>48380468
> switch to Mathilde

>>48380468
>> switch to Mathilde

Hugo is just going to be rutting away.

>>48380468
>Stay as Wilhelm

>>48380468
>> switch to Mathilde
HAHA TIME FOR SMUG CUP HOLDING

time to mourn the old guard.

>tfw this switch means HF rolls for all our wall assaulting.

And we can only stand by and watch them die.

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>>48380511
>smug

I wonder how she feels after seeing so much bloodshed probably something along the lines a more sadistic pic related

>>48380563
I am emotionally drained i dont think i would be able to handle the attack.

>>48380590
I think she'll be happily watching the saracens hitch a ride on trebuchet express.

>>48380271
Believe in miracles, anon.

>>48380643
>Iovetta and The Queens face when this lay is what causes Chiri to get pregnant.

>>48380670
i'd defend chiri against the queen.

And lovetta already knows chiri is our lover.

http://pastebin.com/JEE8ZM7H

You are Mathilde, handmaiden to Queen Melisende of Jerusalem.

"You forgot an arm," you said to one of the servants, pointing down at the severed limb. The man took it sheepish, chucking it upon the wheelbarrow that carted the other corpses from the queen's domain. You clapped the back of his head. "Show more concern next time," you said, sending him on.

You had changed from chain armour back to blue silk, and washed yourself thoroughly of the battle's muck. At you side stalked one-eyed Bayard.

He looked down at you with a funny grin.

"You have something to say?" you asked, brushing back your hair from your shoulder.

He laughed, hand to your back. "Never change Matty," he said.

You corrected the necklace upon your chest. "Mind your place, peasant," but you said it with a sly grin, taking the sting from your words. The big, horse faced slab of muscle was near as much a brother to you now as your own blood.

"You've got callers," he said, "That Elias." As ever he said Elias' name with a glower, but you felt a slight thrill. "And your betrothed, Elinard. Which will you see first?"

Elinard, the Galilee boy, you remembered him. The stuttering boy who would be your husband.

> Elias
> Elinard
> send them both away

>>48380720
> Elinard

We will have to do it the proper way but i can go either way really.

>>48380720
Elinard

>Elinard
cute stuttering shotas

jk, i'd be wrong for us to turn him away after so long, but we still agree on wanting Elias' dick, right?

>>48380720
> Elinard

Etiquette before charm, he is our betrothed after all, perhaps this bloodshed has done him some good.

>>48380720
>> Elinard

As is proper. Elias can wait for a minute.

>>48380720
> Elinard
HAHA TIME FOR PEP TALKS

"I suppose I must see my betrothed," you sighed, "Send them to my tent, I will await them within."

Bayard nodded, touching his forelock as he left. You crossed the campsite to your tent, a generously spacious domain, set with a real bed and a desk. You gathered your hair back into two tails with ribbon, it was the growing fashion of the court, though it should most properly be braided.

You took a seat, pouring yourself a cup of watered wine, and sipped it while you waited.

After a time Bayard held open the tent flap, and Elinard slipped through. The chubby, freckled boy wore a gambeson that made him seem chubbier, and his eyes looked everywhere except at you.

"You wished to see me?" you asked, setting aside your cup and sitting forward, hands clasped in your lap.

"My l-lady," he gave an awkward bow, "T-tomorrow we g-go t-to war."

"Mm-hmm," you said, you had been there when the Queen had made her announcement.

"I-I shall be first o-over the wall, if I could b-but have your f-favour," he said, eyes on his feet, squirming. You doubted he could beat Solomon over the wall, but you smiled at the boast.

You reached for a scarf upon your bed. "Was it just my favour you wanted?" you asked, standing to give it to him, "Or was there something more?"

He blushed bright red. "Perhaps a-a kiss?" his voice was strangled as he said the last.

> give him a kiss
> don't

>>48380910
> give him a kiss

On the cheek.

>>48380910
> give him a kiss

the fool may very well be dead tomorrow, give him one on the cheek If he returns promise him a proper one

>>48380910
>> give him a kiss

"Fight bravely"

Is he with our contingent or with Jerusalem's?

If he dies on us, it'll be a massive pain in the ass for Wil.

>>48380910
> give him a kiss
Remind Elinard going to war is good and all, but the trick is returning from it

>>48380910
>Give him a kiss
This kid will be better when he grow up after the war. Lose some weight.

"Well, I could hardly refuse you such a simple request," you gave him a peck on the cheek as you tied your scarf about his neck. "Fight bravely good sir, but remember to survive. Do not leave me a widow before we are even wed." You finished with a quick, tight hug.

He mumbled something, blushing as he eyed the ground. You felt a stir of pity for the boy, throwing himself into war yet so clearly unsuited to it. Your brother Hugo might be younger than Elinard, but he possessed a fire the boy in front of you so clearly lacked. You hoped he did survive.

"Take care, Elinard," you said, and the sound of his name from your lips made him smile.

"I-I will my lady," he said, bowing. He left with a scurry, fingers twitching, face glowing.

Bayard's head ducked inside. "Do you want to see the other one?" he asked as you took your seat, smoothed your skirts.

> send for Elias
> send him away

>>48380988

His father has him with us.

>>48381079
> send for Elias

>>48381079
>> send for Elias

>>48381079
> send for Elias

yes Bayard you stay here it would be improper otherwise

>>48381079
>Send for him

>>48381079
> send for Elias

bets on elinard dying?

Elias got good news for Mathilde. After his talk with Wilhelm.

>>48381189
depends on if Wil lets him go and actually make good on things

which he wont

>>48381202
Mathilde wants Elias, Wilhelm wants Mathilde towant Elirand.

Hugo wants Sabeen, Wilhelm wants Hugo to want Elaine.

Goddamnit those younger siblings are troublesome.

>>48381202
Yea, far too risky a proposition as wil. Even if it is advantageous as matty.

So fun. These cross-purpose POVs.

>>48381133
this

>>48381246
>Mathilde wants Elias
>headcanon fags

"Well," you wiggled a little in your seat, "I can hardly turn away so august a man."

Bayard gave you a skeptical eye but kept his mouth shut as he disappeared outside. You sat upright, fussed with your jewelry, smoothed your hair. You took a deep, calming breath even as your heart drummed in your chest.

Elias entered. You sat up. "Good day, sir-" he covered the ground between you with a look of fury upon his face, and you barely had time to gasp before his hand was on your throat, tipping your head back, his mouth finding yours. His tongue slipped through your lips and past your teeth, and damn you but your own tongue answered as his hand squeezed lightly upon your throat, the other hand grabbing the back of your chair.

> pull away and slap him
> pull away...slowly

>>48381270
> pull away and slap him

>>48381270
>> pull away...slowly
>> then slap him

>>48381270
> pull away and slap him

>>48381270
>>48381288
Yes. Whether we enjoy it is aside from whether it is appropriate.

Not too hard, though. The slap.

>>48381246
>Hugo wants Sabeen, Wilhelm wants Hugo to want Elaine.

[CITATION NEEDED]

>>48381270
> pull away...slowly
>proceed to slap him

>>48381270
> pull away...slowly
> pull away and slap him

I would say both is in order. Pull away slowly then slap him. Rude rogue that he is.

>>48381314
a charming one, though

>>48381270
>> pull away and slap him
Actually, knee to the groin works better

>>48381270
>Pull out and slap him
Fucking kick his balls

>>48381352
>>48381368

Hugo pls

>>48381270
>> pull away...slowly
and slap him

Does Matty know about Dangerosa ?

>>48381270
>Pull away and slap him

You pulled away from his lips with a gentle push of your hands upon his chest, tongues sliding apart. You felt dizzy, drunk and flushed. Before he pulled from you altogether you pressed your lips to his one last time before pulling away fully, falling back into your chair.

And then you slapped him across his handsome chin, damning the grin he wore and the glitter in his eyes. He rubbed his jaw.

"I deserved that," he said, going to your table and fetching a cup of wine.

"You deserve worse," you glowered from your chair, "After I had just seen my fiance, you brazen slut."

"Can a man be a slut?" he asked over the rim of his cup, eyes crinkling in a smile.

"If any man is, its surely you," you replied hotly as he handed you a cup. You drank, hoping the chilled wine would cool you, but even after emptying the cup you still felt unbearably hot.

"And on the matter of your fiance," he said, poping himself against your desk, "I had words with your brother. Poor young Elinard's suite is not set in stone." He drank around a grin.

"And what does that mean?" you asked, a flutter in your belly.

"Mmm," he lowered his cup, wiped his lips on the sleeve of his doublet, "That I have put forward my own bid for your hand, and he accepted. Does that surprise you? Would I not be a suitable husband?" He leaned upon your desk, the image of a handsome devil, red curls licking his handsome, masculine face.

You squirmed in your seat, thighs rubbing together, a bite upon your lip.

> you would be...suitable
> I do not think you would be a faithful husband
> write-in

>>48381484
If he works on faithfulness he would be a suitable husband.

>>48381484
>> you would be...suitable
>> faithful would be another issue altogether.

Tease him.

>>48381484
>> write-in

>power
>wealth
>foreign connections
>a brazen disregard for both marital vows and the virtues of women

why YES you'd make a wonderful husband...... IF YOU WERE THE KING OF FRANCE!

I love Bully matty

>>48381484
> I do not think you would be a faithful husband
bully bully

>>48381484
>>48381518

For some reason, matty and elias interactions always seem to allow a mixture of the two opposing choices. And it works.

>>48381540
It really does.

>>48381484

I say both. But I wonder if Matty has heard of dangerosa

>>48381484
>Fuck no
No marriage with this shit.

>>48381592

As matty, i am elias sexual.

>>48381613
>not femdom violencesexual

step it up Senpai!

>Orlando Grenier, knight of Ramla, friend. (deceased)

>friend

It hurts.

>>48381641
But only Elias would love that part about Mathilde.

>>48381657
yes and?

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>>48381654

>Count Elias (hatred)

On another note, this should be changed abit now?

I am starting to see some parallels between Elias and Mathilde and William of Normandy and Princess Mathilde.

>>48381484
> I do not think you would be a faithful husband
> write-in
That's a no, because Mathilde isn't known for being so promiscuous. The personalities just don't fit.

"Would you?" your finger found his chin, "Perhaps, but you would not be a faithful one."

"I'm a man of appetite," he said, "If I am well contented, I may not stray."

"May not, or will not," you drew your finger away.

He put his arms either side you, leaned over where you sat, his grin wide and sly.

"There's only one way to know," he said, "Would you be happy with a dull and faithful husband? That boy no doubt would be loyal to you alone, and live at your beck and call. But nay, I think that life would bore you quickly. A girl like you needs more than the cold duty of the marriage bed." He lowered his face to yours and you tipped your head back to keep his eyes, his sly green eyes, on yours.

"A girl like me," you batted your eyelashes up at him, "And what kind of girl is that?"

"One whose blood runs hot beneath a cold mask," he said, his breath upon your neck. You felt yourself too hot to breathe as he closed down on you.

"Guard yourself sir," you said, "We are not wed yet, nor is a marriage certain." You pushed him back, hands upon his broad, well muscled shoulders. "I still am not sure if I would want to marry you."

"But you do want me," he said, nose brushing yours, the heat of his breath upon your lips, and you saw the intent in his eyes like a fox upon the rabbit.

> yes
> no
> write-in

>>48381613
>As matty, i am elias sexual.
Shill pls

>>48381734
> yes

No denaying that.

>>48381734
> no
Matty is not a slut, she has Chiri to prove it

>>48381734
>> write-in
"I think, good ser, you already know that answer."

>>48381734
She wants him but if he wants her he needs to put a ring on her first

>>48381734
>No
Stop this shit from happening it going to fuck everything up

>>48381784
o o oh, o o ohh oh.

>>48381734
>>48381760
this.

Don't say it out.

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>>48381760
this

>>48381734
>No

>>48381754
This

>people are suddenly Anti elias as a suitor

did I miss something?

>>48381862
Think it is just one or two guys.

>>48381862
>>48381870

Yea, it goes against all previous characterisation. Since matty hasn't exactly been hiding her attraction either.

>>48381862
The Mathilde segments without an unhinged desire to fap

>>48381862
Elias is okay, teasing him is 95% of the fun of the interaction between him and matty

>>48381793

what exactly is this going to fuck up

>>48381880
but Anon matty was never going to be for much lewd, that's why we have Wilhelm and apparently Hugo now.

>>48381876
kek, Matty in love would be Chiri
No use choosing a suitor through anon's cocklust

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>>48381926

>squirming
>biting lips
>heat

>>48381934
It's time to lay off the Mizuryu Kei doujins for a while, anon

>>48381926
we aren't choosing a suitor RIGHT now, we just unwinding after well the entirety of wilhelm

>>48381970
who?

>>48381734
>no

"I think you know the answer to that question, sir," you said, pinching the collar of his doublet.

"Hmm," his hand came to the side of your face, gathering up your raven locks against your pale cheek. "I think I do," he said, and let the locks fall between his fingers.

He stepped back away from you, stepped back as if you were a pleasant fire whose warmth was warming him.

"You're a maiden," he said, "Do I shock you by saying I have bedded many maidens? Plucked their virginity like fruit from the tree."

You squirmed in your seat. "It does not surprise me," you replied.

"Some men are ham-fisted with a maiden lover, what should be joy is made painful by their carelessness," he said, hand upon his sword hilt, leaning forward "I am not such a man. I know how to make the unsullied maiden sigh."

Your face went crimson despite yourself.

"You are too bold now, sir," you said, "Save such talk for the marriage bed."

"So now you blush," he said, "Be sure that our marriage bed will not be full of talk, my lady." Then something different came upon his face, a moment of nerves, and sudden vulnerability. "But as you say, our marriage is not certain. Nor even my living beyond the morrow." He said that last with a bitter smile into the corner of the tent.

"Elias," you sat forward.

He looked over to you. "If I were to die tomorrow, I do not want to die having left the sweetest wine undrunk," he said, stepping again toward you. You knew what he meant by 'sweetest wine', there was no misunderstanding his intent, or the heat in his face and the sliver of fear in his eyes.

> you must go thirsty sir
> drink sir, have your fill
> write-in

>>48382054
I say do the same we did with the trial and the promise of a kiss. Job first reward after.

Means he has to come back alive.

>>48382054
> you must go thirsty sir