previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=crusader+questThread 5 didn't archive fully: http://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/34542810/#q34542810Twitter: https://twitter.com/KoblOfpastebins: http://pastebin.com/u/Joggibeararmy sheet: http://pastebin.com/VzbLdkUrholdings: http://pastebin.com/m33m5nZ5character sheet: http://pastebin.com/rZQ8vVBdThrough out the night the fires of Ascalon burned, a hard red glow on the horizon. Flames licked up behind the towering walls of the sea-side fortress, and the anguished cries of the defenders rang out. Men and women screamed, children wailed, and there was the distinct crack and collapse of homes taken by the fire, bowing inward as their supports were eaten away.The Christian camp sat a watch upon the inferno, launched as it was from the great arms of their war machines. They chanted holy verse loud as they could, or blew horns and beat drums, they made a racket of holy noise to keep the Saracen awake and frightened. Those Christians who did not join this noisome watch, this celebratory vigil on the fires of the alien city, slept the night away.On watch on the western edge of the camp were men of Tripoli, old campaigners of Northern Jerusalem. One yawned into his hand, eyes gummy, waiting for his shift to end so he might curl up in his tent with his plump seamstress. His neighbour hung almost half asleep on his spear, a younger man confident of their security at this distant perimeter.Such youthful arrogance could lead to danger for all...> roll 1d100, best of three
Rolled 36 (1d100)>>48376198DEUS VULTFOR JERUSALEM
Rolled 42 (1d100)>>48376198Malik 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>>48376238LORD PRESERVE USEither 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 machinesEtienne and half the men got to Queen the rest under Wilhelm go to the warmachines.
>>48376503> the war machines> your own campsend unarmed servants to alert the other camps priority one the queen
>>48376503Are we supposed to list in priority or just say where to send them out of that list.
>>48376566The 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.>>48376577Where 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.
>>48376718about how many troops are available to us and how far away are the War Machines from our camp?
>>48376503have 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
>>48376718really 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>>48376718Solomon 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 undeniableEtienne 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 fuckedthe rest of the camp can look after themselves
>>48376718Ah 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.
>>48376820Anon at least try and not samefag, I mean you make good points but still.
>>48376868not me, mate
"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)>>48377182god willing
Rolled 1 (1d100)>>48377182
Rolled 20 (1d100)>>48377182
>>48377215>>48377206>>48377204>20 is highestFuck this shit. I am so going to bed. My heart cannot take it.
>>48377215>>48377206>>48377204I'll be right back.
>>48377204>>48377206>>48377215...are these good or bad rolls?>>48377236oh god
>>48377204>>48377206>>48377215someones 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
>>48377256Queen 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
>>48377264Hopefully the worst thing that happens is that Wilhelm almost dies. And has to be out of comission for a long while.
Rolled 17 (1d100)>>48377236Let'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.
>>48377236please let us Salvage something from this,at least on a few of the Individual pathsfucking 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
I need an adult
>chiri will lose her husbando
Wilhelm is going to lose an eye or an arm
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 somebodyI kinda hope its Sir Hector desu
>>48377599>> stay here and protect the queen
>>48377599>> stay here and protect the queen>Theodore>OrlandoNOOOOOOOO
>>48377599oh fuck Orlando ;.; > follow Nabil
>Theodore, Orlando and HectorFucking hell, nooooo
Rolled 69 (1d100)>>48377599>> follow NabilVENGEANCE FOR ORLANDO!NO MORE FROM THE SARACEN!
>>48377599> stay here and protect the queen
>>48377599> stay here and protect the queenwhere 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 >TheodoreMalik had his chance let's burn this city to the ground
>>48377711this, 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
>>48377713hector also has a sword through him fuck.Its war though. We'd still give his crew fair passage but gloves off for the rest.
>>48377758Heads and bodies.But right now I'm afraid we might have more christian dead then saracen.
>>48377776all 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
>>48377798Because the Queen is far more important. Gotta keep her alive, get healers to our wounded.
Did we just get our face slashed open ?
>>48377874probably, we von Doom now!shhh no tears only sleep
>>48377874We did.Probably a chuuni scar.
>>48377915Hopefully, but knowing this quest not bloody likely
>>48377930If 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)>>48378004death to the Saracen
Rolled 75 + 20 (1d100 + 20)>>48378004AAADEATH TO THE FUCKING FOLLOWERS OF ALLAH
Rolled 17 (1d100)>>48378004
Rolled 62 + 20 (1d100 + 20)>>48378004
Rolled 13 + 20 (1d100 + 20)>>48378004a pox on their souls.
Rolled 84 + 20 (1d100 + 20)>>48378004
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 thisStealth Invasion by boat?Flamethrower when we breach with a siege tower?I just hope this is the worst of it...
>>48378145We will throw dead animals and corpses over the walls.
>>48378145Flamethrower 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.
>>48378188that doesn't seem like enough though, we were hit hard and the lust for revenge doesn't seem to be sated by just that >>48378212I 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 champI know we talked shit about Orlando but I will fight you anon
>>48378242>>48378277He 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.
>>48378277I 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 goodUse Saracen heads to demoralish them
Could this be the turning point of William's character arc where ends up like his father?
>>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 fightingcut the heads off every Saracen and send them over the wallsfinally send word to the fleet tell them to be ready to land once the fighting starts we'll press them hard and fast!>>48378448Wilhelm will go FULL Tywin
>>48378448Orlando 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.
>>48378472can we do this? yes! should we? better judgment says no but VENGEANCE says hell yeah!
>>48378522note I'm actually voting in favour of this
>>48378472Doing something that rash is not very Tywin Anon.
>>48378522We still have to support the Queen. A thirst for vengeance here will weaken the Queen's standing.
>>48378569we have little choice if we want to turn this advantage aroundbesides consider this Growing pains
I will give you time to discuss this.
>>48378578Heavy bombardment followed by an assasult from land and sea is much better. Also throwing body parts will demoralish them
>>48378578Voting against this
>>48378417Sounds good, then continue the bombardment till the next dawn.
Rolled 17 (1d100)>>48378599>>48378573>>48378556>>48378616Okay 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
>>48378604Continued Bombardment then attack in the morning with ram ladder and tower.
>>48378653From land and sea.
>>48378632Sallies 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.
>>48378653Throw in a sea attack and this sounds good.
>>48378689that wasnt a Sallie it was goddamn massacare for usif 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
>>48378692Sea 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.
>>48378737You are a fool if you think they arent on guard right now. Not to mention their spirit is high after the attack.
>>48378737How.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
>>48378790Not 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 wallsHeads 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?
>>48378963Their 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 bodiesIt's not going to win but eh>>48378980Unless 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 seaGod forbid if Zengi thinks it a good time to strike
>>48379049Gee, thats what the blockade is for.That and our Gaza Garrison.
>>48379049Their 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 ?
>>48379082still 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 campAnd check on our companions. Chiri and Mathilde must be worried sick
>>48379251> check the state of the camp> write-inwe 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-inSee 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.
>>48379316Concentration of force, anon. Don't think you can take the walls by shonenry.
>>48379339swimming in through the port or finding some other way through the walls, shit I don't know I'm just spit ballingwe could try and pull a trojan on them somehow
I'll be back in a bit.
>>48379386This anon doesn't know the tale of 10 000 slaves planfag
>>48379374>>48379374>implying shonenry>not covert ops >>48379401I....what?
>>48379409You 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
>>48379409An 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.
>>48379251>>48379371Yes.Good bye Orlando.
>>48379437only a few men not hundreds, besides rowing boats are a thing remember.>>48379511>planefag>HFokay bullshit
>>48379511what does planefag have to do with it though
>>48379511I 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 ?
>>48379630Kinda 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.
>>48379669That's some heavy shit. Nobody's gonna object on Christian grounds?
>>48379722Burning heathens? Not really.Considering that we've burnt christian traitors as well.
>>48379722you saw what they did to us right?
>>48379756I 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>> yesWe must rebury Orlando after we take the city. We must not his resting spot.
>>48379826NO NO NONON ONONONONONONONONOremember the queen will castrate us> I cannot
>>48379908She will do no such thing. She has more important shit to worry about right now.
>>48379826> I cannot
>>48379826> I cannotthink of Iovetta Wil be stronk
>>48379920I entirely believe that but would rather have Wil die than castrated after the queen threatened him
>>48379826> yesChiri 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 cannotIf we dont do sex I'd be happy to, make it a night of RAW sexless emotion rather than sex
>>48380021If we do not i want to atleast explain to her why not.
>>48380034exactly we spend a quiet night being completely honest with how we feel about her and Iovetta and not boning her
>>48379826> I cannotCan we do >>48380021 and just be completely honest with her
>>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> I cannotdo not bone the waifu, do however have tender emotional time with her
>>48379826> I cannotRESIST THE LEWD!
>>48380129really what is wrong with giving the concubine the D.
>>48379908Queen 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.
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>>48380150on you if we get castrated then
>>48379826>> yesI 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 houseyou will be Happy no matter what
>>48380181>> I will find a place for you in my house>> write-inBut if you wish something else of me, speak, and i shall make it so.
>>48380171Medieval law is a funny thing, what with slaves being property and property don't count as people except in extreme circumstances.
>>48380181> write-inwhatever you wish mein frauleinturn her foreign words on her
>>48380181Tell 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
>>48380223we aren't talking about legality here we are talking of a threat made out of passion and emotion regarding the queen and her younger sisterno amount of legality would stop that
>>48380248The 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-inMaybe 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.
>>48380271She's infertile. I think, it's mentioned somewhere.
>>48380181Oh 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-inIf 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
>>48380307she 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 houseYou 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!
>>48380416if only we rolled a little better, orlando and Theodore would still be alive.
>>48380441It'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
>>48380416WHERE IS THE RELIEF ANON WHERE?
>>48380468> switch to Mathildeoh god I need a reprieve from the suffering
>>48380468> switch to Mathilde
>>48380468>> switch to MathildeHugo is just going to be rutting away.
>>48380468>Stay as Wilhelm
>>48380468>> switch to MathildeHAHA 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.
>>48380511>smugI wonder how she feels after seeing so much bloodshed probably something along the lines a more sadistic pic related
>>48380563I am emotionally drained i dont think i would be able to handle the attack.
>>48380590I think she'll be happily watching the saracens hitch a ride on trebuchet express.
>>48380271Believe in miracles, anon.
>>48380643>Iovetta and The Queens face when this lay is what causes Chiri to get pregnant.
>>48380670i'd defend chiri against the queen.And lovetta already knows chiri is our lover.
http://pastebin.com/JEE8ZM7HYou 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> ElinardWe will have to do it the proper way but i can go either way really.
>Elinardcute stuttering shotasjk, i'd be wrong for us to turn him away after so long, but we still agree on wanting Elias' dick, right?
>>48380720> ElinardEtiquette before charm, he is our betrothed after all, perhaps this bloodshed has done him some good.
>>48380720>> ElinardAs is proper. Elias can wait for a minute.
>>48380720> ElinardHAHA 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 kissOn the cheek.
>>48380910> give him a kissthe 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 kissRemind Elinard going to war is good and all, but the trick is returning from it
>>48380910>Give him a kissThis 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
>>48380988His father has him with us.
>>48381079> send for Elias
>>48381079>> send for Elias
>>48381079> send for Eliasyes Bayard you stay here it would be improper otherwise
>>48381079>Send for him
bets on elinard dying?
Elias got good news for Mathilde. After his talk with Wilhelm.
>>48381189depends on if Wil lets him go and actually make good on thingswhich he wont
>>48381202Mathilde wants Elias, Wilhelm wants Mathilde towant Elirand.Hugo wants Sabeen, Wilhelm wants Hugo to want Elaine.Goddamnit those younger siblings are troublesome.
>>48381202Yea, far too risky a proposition as wil. Even if it is advantageous as matty.So fun. These cross-purpose POVs.
>>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>>48381288Yes. 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 himI would say both is in order. Pull away slowly then slap him. Rude rogue that he is.
>>48381314a charming one, though
>>48381270>> pull away and slap himActually, knee to the groin works better
>>48381270>Pull out and slap himFucking kick his balls
>>48381270>> pull away...slowlyand 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
>>48381484If 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 womenwhy 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 husbandbully bully
>>48381484>>48381518For some reason, matty and elias interactions always seem to allow a mixture of the two opposing choices. And it works.
>>48381540It really does.
>>48381484I say both. But I wonder if Matty has heard of dangerosa
>>48381484>Fuck noNo marriage with this shit.
>>48381592As matty, i am elias sexual.
>>48381613>not femdom violencesexualstep it up Senpai!
>Orlando Grenier, knight of Ramla, friend. (deceased)>friendIt hurts.
>>48381641But only Elias would love that part about Mathilde.
>>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-inThat'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> yesNo denaying that.
>>48381734> noMatty is not a slut, she has Chiri to prove it
>>48381734>> write-in"I think, good ser, you already know that answer."
>>48381734She wants him but if he wants her he needs to put a ring on her first
>>48381734>NoStop this shit from happening it going to fuck everything up
>>48381784o o oh, o o ohh oh.
>>48381734>>48381760this.Don't say it out.
>people are suddenly Anti elias as a suitordid I miss something?
>>48381862Think it is just one or two guys.
>>48381862>>48381870Yea, it goes against all previous characterisation. Since matty hasn't exactly been hiding her attraction either.
>>48381862The Mathilde segments without an unhinged desire to fap
>>48381862Elias is okay, teasing him is 95% of the fun of the interaction between him and matty
>>48381793what exactly is this going to fuck up
>>48381880but Anon matty was never going to be for much lewd, that's why we have Wilhelm and apparently Hugo now.
>>48381876kek, Matty in love would be ChiriNo use choosing a suitor through anon's cocklust
>>48381934It's time to lay off the Mizuryu Kei doujins for a while, anon
>>48381926we aren't choosing a suitor RIGHT now, we just unwinding after well the entirety of wilhelm
"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
>>48382054I 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
>>48382054> write in"Prove yourself my brothers superiors in the martial and court before you may slake your thirst on my forbidden wine."
>>48382054>> you must go thirsty sir>> write-in"But whet your thirst. I expect you to drink deep the eve of our wedding."
>>48382054>> write-inHold him close, hug him"Then don't risk yourself foolishly. Glory in this battle is useless if you don't come back. Be safe... and come back to me."Kiss the fool.
>>48382054>You must go thirsty sirIf he want.to drink he's first get to drink blood from the enemies
>>48382054> write-inthen you will have to slake your first with water for the sweetest wine will be all the finer when you return be coward or gilded in glory
>>48382054Whatever happened to our Ice Cold Matty? Did all the anti-Elias people disappear during the three month hiatus HF?
>>48382054>> you must go thirsty sir>>48382096>>48382103the cringe is real
>>48382054>>48382109thisno 'wine' but still tender.Tie a favour to him as well.
>>48382130You know how people doubt barely vote under danger, but jump at lewds? This is the summer of our quest.
>>48382130considering what happened last night I'm certain most people are reconsidering their positions on a great many things
>>48382054>>48382109This is fine.
inb4 elias rapes matty
>>48382054>>48382054>you must go thirsty sir
>>48382227I think he'd rather not be dead before the battle even starts.
>>48382227in during anon raping Matty
some quirp about the finest 'french sausage' is required in return.
"You must go thirsty, sir," and you saw that handsome brow drop. You sat up in your chair. "However, if you should return alive from the walls of Ascalon, mayhap I could offer you a sip.""A sip?" a twitch of a smile, "Aye, a sip would be worth all the dangers of Ascalon.""Then I suggest you go," you said, "And think on such dangers, and possible rewards.""That I will," he said, backing towards the tent flap, "And I think you shall think of such things too in your restless sleep." You stilled the blush before it could take you. The rake was insufferable.You took from your chair and crossed the floor to him, hugged him about the stomach."Do not risk yourself foolishly, Elias," you said, "Whatever glory Ascalon might hold...better you return whole. Come back to..." you snuffed, butterflies in your chest."Came back to?" he touched your hair, smile soft.You went on tip-toe up to his chin. "The camp," you said, kissing him upon the throat.You slipped away from him and he chuckled."I'll came back, Mathilde, do not fear," he said, dipping an artful bow as he departed, leaving you alone in the dark with the fluster in your chest and a tremble in your thighs that did not cool even at your touch. You took to your bed and lay there tending your heat, mind filled with Elias.-End threadBe back in a sec.
>>48382312>leaving you alone in the dark with the fluster in your chest and a tremble in your thighs that did not cool even at your touch. You took to your bed and lay there tending your heat, mind filled with Elias.Naughty, naughty Matty.Christ this thread whata rollercoaster.
Wil war +1Matty cha+1, war +4Q and A
>>48382178I give up. Feels like every fool voting for smut is going to send Matty down a path where she is gonna be a glorified bedwarmer in Maine instead of the real power behind the Duchy of Galilee.
>>48382361Rolling for dead companions; assume that Orlando had the lowest WAR stat and therefore was first on the death block?
>>48382361Thanks for running HF.If we had rolled higher, I assume Orlando would have survived?How is the general sentiment in the camp and how the did the sandniggers react to saracen rain.
>>48382361Thanks for the thread HF. It was a ride. God i need to get some sleep now.
>>48382363Elias has seen matty at work. Theres no way hes just going to let her be a bedwarmer. She'd likely be fully managing that household and wheeling/dealing.
For some reason I can't archive this thread.
>>48382363They are guided by their spiritual boypussies, wishing to massage that hard french cock to the hilt.
>>48382361Did you go Easy on us early onNext thread when?
Could someone else please try to archive this thread on sup/tg/ with the appropriate tags?
>>48382429Just archived it HF.
>>48376198WOAH WHAT THE FUCK IT'S BACK!
>>48382429Have you tried turning it on and off again?But seriously thanks for running
>>48382363Well their votes count just as much as ours, not much we can do about it anon
>>48382486Ah cool, someone just did it. Cheers.>>48382479I didn't go easy on you, but if you hadn't assigned someone to do the tasks (if you'd taken everyone to the Queen instead of splitting them up for instance) things would have been a lot worse.If no one had stayed to defend the camp for example, your camp followers (Desmond, the surgeons, Chiri) would have been slaughtered.
>>48382363I doubt that. One of the main reasons Elias is even attracted to Matty is because of her mind and spirit.
>>48382398>>48382378>If we had rolled higher, I assume Orlando would have survived?Yeah, if you'd rolled well Orlando would have lived.Orlando was the worst fighter, so he was most at risk.
>>48382417>>48382529>thinking in terms of Elias instead of Mathilde
>>48382542Goddamnit. Poor fool.>>48382547Matty has the hots for Elias. Been like that almost since they met.
>>48382542I guess I've always sort of seen Orlando as a rearguard sort of person.Was expecting him to be left behind along with the non-combatants.
>>48382488Thank you very much.Just so you guys know, to celebrate the return of the quest (how ever brief it ends up being) I plan to commission my mate to do a picture of Sabeen (because I'm going to be honest with you all, Sabeen is my waifu).
>>48382562Fucking hilarious. Sounds great.Think Chiri will ever reveal her true name to Wilhelm ?
>>48382542Chiri experiencing seperation anxiety? Or is the fear of losing Wil to the ravages of war causing her mental faculty to unravel?Also would the Queen count Chiri as a person or property in terms of the "no manwhoring" mandate to Wil?
>>48382562good taste my man, women in armor is always hot. Thats why I loved it when my queen put some on to come with us
>>48382562Got a PayPal so we can chip in?
>>48382562Fucking heathen lover
>>48382616How else is a Crusader supposed to convert a heathen?
>>48382616Love Thine Enemy anon.
>>48382638so we give malik the D?
>>48382542How about trebuchet express and the sentiment in the camp?
>>48382587Property. Chihirizahd is a bit dependent on Wil for her strength of mind, but at the end of the day she's a survivor.>>48382590Got to admit, I was pandering to myself with Melisende in armour.>>48382599It's cool, but if you guys want to commission him separately that would be great. His a talented guy, a good friend, and could use the cash: http://regourso.tumblr.com/
>>48382660The camp is very much in favour of you right now (I'm going to adjust Wil's reputation in a bit) and the trebuchet delivery has rattled the Saracen moral.
>>48382698Im happy that Chiri finally got a "I love you" really makes up for all she has done for Wilhelm. It would almost be wrong if he hadnt said it.
>>48382687Melisende still wants to bed Wil again, doesn't she.Fighting and getting wounded for her.
>>48382687>You are known as a competent military leader with an eye for organizationWilhelm will be known as a logistical mastermind.
>>48382742If you actively pursue her she might be receptive, but she won't tolerate being slighted again. Do so at your own risk.
>>48382791I think that boat has really sailed.Does Mattie get any rep for donning arms and defending the Queen like a good shield maiden?
>>48382791So pretty much she wants to stay lovers while he marries her sister.How did Malik react to our little present ?
>>48382791but she won't tolerate being slighted againGood thing we won't be doing it then, Wilhelm likes his balls where they are
>>48382823But Anon. Poor little Morphia and Baldwin needs another sibling!
Any idea when you'll run again HF?
>>48382821>How did Malik react to our little present ?He expected as much. Malik is a veteran of Turkish warfare, he knows bastard tricks that would make the hardest Roman ill.
>>48382859He led the raid, didnt he.
>>48382848Next week, probably Monday.>>48382841It's true that Amalric hasn't been conceived yet.
>>48382869No, Nabil lead the raid.
>>48377206>Wake up>HF is on >FukYeah.gif>100mDashReading.mov>Nigger rolls nat1 for protecting the queen>Chokes on coffee>Years of threads roll over retina
>>48382872It's true that Amalric hasn't been conceived yet.Guys. We have a duty to the realm to history and god!
>>48382886I don't think we have crit fails or things would have been much worse.
>>48382841Do you wan a succession crisis? Because that's how you get succession crisises
>>48382885I though the assassin was a follower of zengi.
>>48382872How is Wilhelms scar, from how it is discribed it reminds me of the one Ciri from Witcher has.>>48382907Not really. It didnt happen in history and i dont really think there is any reason for it to happen here.
>>48382921The assassin are anti-Wilhelm.
>>48382923If we do, new amalric won't be of the same temperment or blood as historical. Everything will be out of the window
>>48382907The greatest risk of a succession crisis between Baldwin when he comes of age and his mother, as many convinced Baldwin his mother's reign was just a regency and convinced him to take arms against her to claim the throne. Amalric is no threat to the peace of the realm.>>48382921Wheels within wheels.
>>48382936>If we do, new amalric won't be of the same temperment or blood as historicalGood then he may not become lazy and fat like he did.
>>48382943fucking zengi has his eye on us now fuck
>>48382923>Ciri from WitcherYeah, pretty much, though not as close to his eye/further down his face.>>48382946Amalric was okay. He kicked the crap out of Egypt, but he failed to follow through. His brother Baldwin was pound for pound a better king though (although William of Tyre could have just had a mancrush on him and exaggerated his virtues).
>>48382976Amalric was okay. He kicked the crap out of Egypt, but he failed to follow through. His brother Baldwin was pound for pound a better king though (although William of Tyre could have just had a mancrush on him and exaggerated his virtues).Im not sure about that. The Emir of Damascus pretty much said that the Franks would not see a prince of his equal in a hundred years after he died.
>>48382976I think you missed my question before. But do you think Chiri will ever reveal her true name to Wilhelm or is she fine with how things are ?
>>48383053>But do you think Chiri will ever reveal her true name to Wilhelm or is she fine with how things areShe's fine with how things are. She won't reveal her name to Wil.
>>48383074How well defended is Ascelon from the sea? Or specifically, what defences are up at the port?
>>48382976How hard is Orlando's death hitting everyone? Like solomon?
>>48383100The harbour couldn't easily be taken. There's also a coastal wall and gate separating the docks from the rest of the city.>>48383122Hugo's taking it the hardest, followed by Franz. Solomon has lost many friends in his life, he's sad but not devastated. Everyone is upset, but are carrying on with their duty.
>>48383137If Wilhelm has any sons he has to name them Welf and Orlando.
>>48383145>we rechristian the city, Orlando
>>48383137Knowing the average time for reinforcements from Egypt, realistically, Wil probably has an idea of how long we'd have to take the city right?That means, based on what Wil knows of the situation, we should aim to be taking the city within 2 weeks or so?
Signing off. Thanks for playing folks.
>>48383223hey HF back in Antioch the Greek women accompanying Alexis and Theodore were wearing veils why was that?
>>48383287My guess would be to protect against the sun.
So what happened to the Idea of Wilhelm staying faithful to Iovetta?
>>48384055Chiri doesn't count.
>>48384075the queen does
>>48384094We're not going to fuck the queen?
>>48384147then why do anons keep harping on about it?
>>48384160We didn't? Someone brought it up and we just said 'boat has sailed'