>Have you ever heard of the law of unconditional satisfaction? I know that it is rarely taught these days, but it was the most important thing my father taught me. Jaques hurt my honor and I have to make him pay. Since he won't take any duels, all I can do is this military offensive. Worldly, I will most likely regret it. Spiritually, I need it so I can leave this world in peace.
An awkward silence ensues, while he seems lost in memories and you ponder the thought of unconditional satisfaction. It is mostly a thing knights are taught, but only a few of them truly live by. The lords, they do so at an even lesser amount. Any attack on your honor would have to be paid for. Most of the time, in blood.
Now, what would you like to say?
>I know your father was a knight. But you are a lord. And a lord can't live by the law of satisfaction, else the whole realm suffers. Act like a lord and forget this childish grudge. It has done enough damage already. (very hard difficulty)
>You can solve this in some other way. Talk with Lord Dupont about this. Both of you are adults, so you should find a way to settle this. One that doesn't cost the lives of innocents. (medium hard difficulty)
>Lord Dupont has taken a long lasting injury from your fight decades ago. He never was able to fight duels. If you have to fight someone, fight me in his stead. You're also not too fond of Lord Julius, making me the perfect opponent, right? (medium difficulty)
>The king's investigator will settle this somehow. Excuse yourself as unsuspiciously as you possibly can and hope on them doing their job well. (easy difficulty)
>Get angry. How can someone his age act this childish? Shout at him, tell him not to act like a spoiled brat, pull his head out of his backside and stop following such idiotic ideals. (Mystery box option, secret difficulty)
>Something else? (Write in)

>>1267679
>Get angry. How can someone his age act this childish? Shout at him, tell him not to act like a spoiled brat, pull his head out of his backside and stop following such idiotic ideals.

Show him the Labendai spirit

>>1267679
>I know your father was a knight...
Seems most like us. If he still demands satisfaction, offer a duel in the stead of our neighbor.

>>1267679
>I know your father was a knight. But you are a lord. And a lord can't live by the law of satisfaction, else the whole realm suffers. Act like a lord and forget this childish grudge. It has done enough damage already. (very hard difficulty)

This is a major decision, so I think waiting for three votes on one option is something we should do.
Anybody got another opinion on this?

>>1268155

>I know your father was a knight. But you are a lord. And a lord can't live by the law of satisfaction, else the whole realm suffers. Act like a lord and forget this childish grudge. It has done enough damage already. (very hard difficulty)

>>1267792
>>1267824
>>1268281
Alright, the hardest option available it is. Roll me 1d20 for your success. Best of three.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1268292

Nat 20

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1268292

roll this bitch

>>1268298

Fuck yes

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1268292
And a last roll, so we can continue.

>>1268298
Good job.

>Honestly... that is your reason? I see...
you say before clearing your throat.
>Your father was a knight, that much is true. But you have never been destined to be one. Your fate was that of a lord from the day of your birth. You should live by different measures than your father did.
Lord Daymarque nods slowly, but doesn't look fully convinced yet.
>I am a lord, just like Jaques Dupont, your old friend, is. And Lord de Pierre. And the king himself is to an even greater measure. None of us live by the law of satisfaction, do you know why?
Lord Daymarque shakes his head.
>Because peace is important for the realm. If the king challenged everyone to a duel whom he considered to be insulting his honor, lord after lord would fall, either weakening their houses or eliminating them completely. Do you think the Lombards will stay still if a weakness like this shows? Or the spaniards? Or the franconians? Anyone?
Lord Daymarque shakes his head more vigorously this time.
>No. No, they won't. They would sweep in like the crows. Take over our lands. Kill the men, enslave the women and children.
he says. You nod, as he seems to understand your point.
>Us lords, we believe in diplomacy. Everything can be talked about. If only everyone involved would be willing to do so. This grudge of yours has done enough damage already. So please, act like a true lord would.
Now you can see tears in Lord Daymarque's eyes.
>You... you might be right. Meaning that I wasted my life and happiness on something this meaningless. And now I see the truth. But... it's too late, isn't it?
You shake your head in response.
>No! It is never too late. You can end this war before it can even begin. Then, you can begin to heal what has been broken.
Lord Daymarque, who had slumped down to maybe half his size, is standing tall again.
>You're right! I will end this immediately! I swear on my honor as a knight. And more importantly, on my newfound honor as a lord. Thank you, young Labendai.
He reaches out a hand and you take it.
>To better times, Lord Daymarque. And to peace.
You stop a squire on the way towards the castle.
>Excuse me, squire? Could you deliver a message for me?
you ask him, making him nod.
>Sure. What should I tell to whom, Sir?
Well, what will your message contain?
>Tell Lord Dupont to meet up with you after lunchtime. The two might have a lot to talk about.
>Send for a messenger. The people have to know about the changed conditions before anyone makes rash decisions.
>Just fetch us a drink, will you? We have to drink to a successful day.
>Get us some paper and ink. We need to formalize a thing or two.
>Something else? (write in)

>>1268654
>Tell Lord Dupont to meet up with you after lunchtime. The two might have a lot to talk about.

Maybe also get some paper and ink to seal the deal. Anyway, good job lads

>>1268654
>Tell Lord Dupont to meet up with you after lunchtime. The two might have a lot to talk about.

>Would you mind going to Lord Dupont and tell him Lord Jean de Labendai asks him to meet him at the courtyard after lunch? We have to talk about something important.
The squire nods eagerly.
>Sure, I will go immediately, Lord de Labendai. Have a good day.
he says and leaves. Lord Daymarque nods approvingly.
>A good squire. Obedient and quick to get to work. Not something that is a total given. But... something different. Will I... have to be present during the meeting you just scheduled?
he asks. You nods.
>Definitely. I know this might not be easy for you, but you will have to start somewhere, don't you? Why not do it right the first time?
Lord Daymarque nods.
>I guess so... Well, I'll trust your judgement, Lord Jean. Don't make me regret it.
He turns around towards the training puppets again.
>Now, if you will excuse me, I would like to get some more work done on my swordplay. Only two more days until the tourney, after all.
You nod and leave him to his training. You will meet again soon enough, you're sure about that.
But for now, you should...
>meet up with Lord Dupont and tell him about the changed circumstances. He would surely appreciate to know what is coming towards him.
>meet up with someone else (who?). You might need a mediator or something for this.
>get yourself some paper and ink. You should make all of this official.
>Something else? (Write in)

Alright, I'll be going to bed now. After all, it's 2:30 over here. Since I'll be busy tomorrow, I should be back on Thursday.
Good night and thanks for playing.

>>1269246
>meet up with lord dupont and tell him about the changed circumstances.

>get yourself some paper and ink.

>Inform the king so he doesn't start shit.

>>1269246
>get yourself some paper and ink. You should make all of this official.

Since the king is busy, you decide to approach one of his knights.
>Excuse me, Sir? Could you possibly help me out with something?
you ask the man, who is wearing the crest of the royal guard. He nods.
>What is it about, Lord de Labendai? I need to know the circumstances so I can decide if it is within my grasp of possibilities.
he answers. Now, what would you like to tell him?
>Just say that you will hold a bit of negotiations. Since arguments might always happen, you would like some higher-ranking support.
>Tell him that you will hold peace negotiations between Lord Dupont and Lord Daymarque. Everyone knows they have been quarelling for decades now.
>Tell him the whole story. Getting support from someone so high up in the ranks deserves the full truth.
>Something else? (Write in)

Afterwards, you grab yourself a quill, some ink and paper. Whatever you agree on, it needs a solid foundation to stand on. And there's rarely something better than contracts.
Finally, you find yourself standing in front of Lord Dupont's quarters. Since he wasn't on the training grounds, this is your second best guess to find him.
And it looks like you are right. After asking a knight of House Dupont for his lord, he goes into the quarters to return a few moments later and makes an inviting gesture.
>Please come in, Lord de Labendai. Lord Dupont is now ready to talk to you.
You follow him through the quarters, which are filled with various beds, in them a good amount of knights and officers. At the end, there is another door, which leads to some kind of office.
Lord Dupont is sitting behind a desk, pouring himself some water from a caraffe.
>Welcome, Lord Jean. Please, take a seat. Some water? Or do you prefer wine? Tell me, have you considered my proposition?

Well, have you? Write in what you want to tell him.

>>1273974
>Tell him the whole story. Getting support from someone so high up in the ranks deserves the full truth.

>Before any of that my lord, I have come to inform you that I have convinced lord Daymarque to have peace talks with you. (Basic explanation of how you did it and when the peace talks will start).

>>1273974

>Just say that you will hold a bit of negotiations. Since arguments might always happen, you would like some higher-ranking support.

You decide to find some middle ground in what to tell him. He won't need all the information, but he should at least know who is involved and what all of it is about.
>You know Lord Dupont and Lord Daymarque, right?
you ask, making the knight nod.
>Sure. Those southern lords that have been quarreling since... forever, I guess. Don't tell me you want to get them to make peace with each other?
he answers. You smile brightly.
>Sure. I just can't stand quarrel. Especially between two of my neighbours. I think it might be better for the region as a whole if they were more agreeable towards each other.
The knight shakes his head, but you see that he is smiling, too.
>Honestly? I admire your optimism. They have been arguing over basically everything for nearly fifty years now. But if you think you can manage, I won't stop you. Still, I'll have a handful of men around in case they decide to settle everything with a spontaneous fistfight or something.
You thank him and head towards your quarters to get some writing supplies.

>Well, before we decide on something like this, there is a different thing we should discuss. It might make alliances against somebody obsolete, if we do it right.
you say, making Lord Dupont nod thoughtfully.
>Of course. You're asking what you will get out of this, right? Alliance? Marriage? Land? Money? What do you want for your help?
You shake your head.
>This isn't the topic I wanted to discuss. There is someone else you should talk to. I have talked to Lord Daymarque, which has provided me with some useful insights. He agreed to meet with you to talk about all of this. I'm certain we can find a solution to all your problems.
Lord Dupont's eyes go wide with a mix of surprise and shock.
>You did... what? He will actually try to talk about it? No duels or something required?
You smile and point towards the door.
>It's lunchtime. I asked him to meet up with you fifteen minutes after. Don't worry, I will be present to mediate the talks. Everything will work out.
Lord Dupont still seems nervous, but apparently trusts you enough to consider the thought.
>Thank you, Lord Jean. I won't forget this.
he says before you leave for lunch in the now completely filled dining hall. Looks like everyone has finally arrived.
Afterwards, you head to the meeting place on the courtyard right away, while the other two lords take some more minutes. This is good, since it gives you some more time to think about a strategy.
You decide to...
>Open with a motivational speech, so they begin the talks with a positive mindset.
>Keep mostly calm and keep a protocol of everything said. They can talk for themselves.
>Be highly invested in the talks and give your opinions frequently. It's a topic that concerns you, too.
>Something else? (Write in)

>>1274442
>Be highly invested in the talks and give your opinions frequently. It's a topic that concerns you, too.

>>1274442

>>Be highly invested in the talks and give your opinions frequently. It's a topic that concerns you, too.
best option bitchboi

>>1274442
>Be highly invested in the talks and give your opinions frequently. It's a topic that concerns you, too.

>>1274546
>>1274547
>>1274568
Alright, roll me 1d20+1 for how well this goes. Best of three.

Rolled 15 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1274633

Rolled 14 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1274633

Nat20

>>1274633

Rolling lad

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>1274672

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>>1274633

>Welcome, Mylords. I'm happy to see that both of you have come.
you greet the lords Dupont and Daymarque upon their arrival, which is almost simultaneously, nearly five minutes before the agreed upon time. Looks like both of them are kind of nervous about this.
>Please, take a seat. Are you fine with me writing down whatever we say for later? This way, we can avoid lots of misunderstandings.
Both of them nod and sit down on the benches you arranged in advance. A quick glance lets you know that the royal guard is ready to intervene, should any problems arise.
>Well, how do we start... both of you know that the situation around all of our lands is troubling at the moment. I think we all know how much an open feud could hurt not only the feuding parties, but also their neighbours. Now, what could we do?
Silence ensues. Lord Dupont doesn't dare to possibly enrage the most likely stronger Lord Daymarque, who is too busy looking down in shame to reply.
Finally, he is able to raise his head.
>It's my fault, Jaques. It truly is. I have been following foolish ideals for all those years and I sincerely regret it. I'm in sorrow for all the hurt I've caused. To the people of the realm and to our friendship.
He finishes his speech and lowers his head again. You can see tears on his face. But not only on his face. The tears are running down Lord Dupont's face, too.
>Do... do you truly mean it, Hugo? Honestly?
he manages to say before being hit by another wave of grief.
>I do, Jaques. I truly do. I swear by the order of the grape-crushing ram.
Both men rise and you jump to your feet to, since you fear for something bad to happen. Instead, both of them only embrace each other and cry on their lost friend's shoulder.
>Please, Hugo. Let's end all of this war and suffering. Let's be like we were all those years ago.
Lord Dupont says, making Lord Daymarque nod in agreement and hug him tighter.
You leave them to each other for some more time, then you raise your voice.
>Mylords, I'm glad to see that both of you have found back to the best thing we have in this world: friendship. Now, I think we should make this public, shouldn't we?
Both of them nod and sit down again. For the next few hours, you carefully create a contract sealing your relations. Trade shall be taken up again, frequent visits arranged and first and foremost, any hostile activities ended immediately. Both of them are highly grateful and add another clause to the contract, equipping you with great benefits for this small miracle you created.

>Roll 1d20 for the quality of your benefits. Best of three.

After finishing the paperwork, all of you head to the dining hall immediately. It has become late and you have an appointment to meet.
Once all the lords have assembled, Lord de Pierre rises from his seat.
>Good evening, my king, my fellow lords, friends and family. It is a pleasure to greet all of you here at Mont-de-Paix.
[cont.]

>And it is an even greater pleasure to do so for an occasion as joyful as this. A wedding isn't something you experience everyday. And even less often one with a bride this beautiful.
he says and turns towards his soon-to-be wife, kissing her hand. You're seated somewhat far from her, but you can see her blush. Looks like she's completely smitten.
The lords break into applause, then Lord de Pierre points at the other end of the hall.
>But enough of the words for now. I think there is something more interesting to you.
he says while clapping his hands. Immediately, the doors open and lots of servants with platters and pots enter. The various lords laugh at this well done joke and dinner begins.
Who would you like to talk to during dinner?
>The man to your right. He's part of the royal delegation.
>The man to your left, who seems to be somehow related to Lord Armand.
>The man across the table. He's looking somewhat clerical. A bishop or so, you assume.
>Just keep quiet and eat. If somebody want to talk, he will do so.
>Something else? (Write in)

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1276096

>The man across the table. He's looking somewhat clerical. A bishop or so, you assume.

>>1276096

>>Just keep quiet and eat. If somebody want to talk, he will do so.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1276109

Rolling lad

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1276096
>The man across the table. He's looking somewhat clerical. A bishop or so, you assume.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1276123
sorry wrong dice.

You go over the contract in your head again and can't help but smile. You got pretty good conditions out of it, after all.
Favourable trading conditions, lowered road tolls for your traders and such will help your economy tremendously. Also, all of you vowed to aid each other should they be in trouble, which boils down to one thing: Every realm neighbouring yours is now considered your ally and friend. Without a great war of nations, your lands will never have to deal with fighting again.
Since both of the Lords Dupont and Daymarque are around thrice your age, all of their children are married already, which suits your situation pretty well. You don't have anybody unwed in your family anyway. Still, an alliance like this would possibly bring one of your older provinces back to you... You surely should keep this in mind.
[+Trade increased. Your realm now has lots of possible customers. Now, if only you had enough goods to trade this much...]
[+Relationships with Houses Dupont and Daymarque have increased to friendly. The people in those realms know you under the nickname 'Peacebringer']

Still smiling, you turn towards the priestly looking man.
>Now, this is some greatly done pheasant, don't you think so?
you begin the conversation. He nods.
>Absolutely. Perfectly cooked and glazed. The herb filling is wonderful, too. I'm in a position to eat well most of the time, but this is beyond usual. Way beyond.
he answers. Looks like he's just as high in position as you guessed. A bishop at least, since most simple priests and monks eat more modestly.
>Excuse my rudeness. I didn't even introduce myself. My name is Jean de Labendai.
you say, making him nod thoughtfully.
>Oh, the young squire that took up Lord Jandant's legacy. I heard good things about you. I'm Humbert de Vergy, archbishop of Paris.
Now, this is truly impressing. This man is considered one of the most important clerics in all of France, if not the most important one. And he's got such words of praise for you? Looks like you're doing well so far.
>Thank you for your kind words, your excellence. I'm just trying to do my best whenever I can.
The man smiles and nods thoughtfully again.
>Well spoken, Lord de Labendai. I like your mindset. I think it will get you far in this world.
You chat some more about the food, the wedding and some other things, until you slowly begin to run out of topics to talk about. What would you like to do?
>Let him introduce a new topic. He should know what he likes to talk about.
>Ask him if he's much of a cook himself. You love to talk about this topic, after all.
>Your realm is lacking priests greatly. Sure, brother Felix will arrive in around half a year, but a single person for all the realm doesn't seem enough.
>Introduce a topic yourself (what?). He will appreciate the effort.
>Something else? (Write in)

>>1276219

>Your realm is lacking priests greatly. Sure, brother Felix will arrive in around half a year, but a single person for all the realm doesn't seem enough.

>>1276219
>>Something else? (Write in)
"Father, I haven't a priest to my realms as yet, though I have one on the way. Is there something I could do to guide my subjects towards god?"

>>1276219
>Ask him if he's much of a cook himself. You love to talk about this topic, after all.

>Your excellence, may I ask you a favour?
you say, making the elderly man nod in his usual thoughtful way.
>Of course. What is it, young Lord de Labendai?
he answers.
>Well, mostly it is about my realm. I am badly lacking in priests and other religious scholars. Father Amadée from Murat-sur-les-Pleins already promised me to send one of his students, but for a whole realm, this seems... below average, to say the least.
The archbishop has to think for a moment.
>Ah, yes... Father Amadée. Made him a priest ten years ago. A good student, actually.
He smiles, seemingly caught up in nostalgy for a bit.
>But you're right. Everyone needs to hear to word of the Lord Above. And a freshly graduated student might still be young and full of energy, but lacks experience. I will see what I can do in regard of support.
You thank him and follow up with another religious question.
>Tell me... as long as I am missing any priests, is there anything I can do to guide my subjects towards the Lord Above myself?
A smile appears on the lips of the bishop.
>Of course. The apostles themselves never went to university, too. Tell the people about Him, live like he would want you to... Faith lives in the little things just as much as in any sacrament.
He gives you inspiration for various small things you could do without being a priest or something the like during the dessert, which consists of various cakes, fruit and even some kind of orange infused cream. This is truly impressive. Not everyone can afford to import these from Spain.
>I've been to lots of weddings, but this quality of food is rare, even in the noble courts. I guess that's what happens when two of the richest houses of the kingdom unite.
Archbishop Humbert says, leaving nothing to disagree with. You could possibly never hold a wedding of this quality. Not even half.
After dessert, you say goodbye to the clergyman and head to your room. The wedding ceremony will be held early in the morning and you should get enough sleep beforehand. After all, the festivities will continue long into the night.
The next morning comes eventually and you get up well rested, a feeling that isn't always guaranteed to you. Now, you are left with a choice before the ceremony begins. What should you wear?
>Your chainmail, tabard and usual clothes. People only know you in these, right?
>Look for the fanciest clothing you have. It's a wedding, so you should be pompous.
>Something of good quality, but not too fancy. The church is no place to boast with your clothing and at the celebrations, everyone will be too busy eating and drinking to really care.
>Ask Maurice. He should know.
>Something else? (Write in)

>>1276492

>Your chainmail, tabard and usual clothes. People only know you in these, right?

>>1276492
>Ask Maurice. He should know.

>>1276492

>>Your chainmail, tabard and usual clothes. People only know you in these, right?

You would instinctively go for your chainmail and tabard, since you wear those all the time anyway. Possibly people won't even recognize you without these? Still, you're not sure, so you turn towards Maurice, who is wearing a brightly coloured tabard with the three oaks of Montfermeil and a big, feathered hat.
>Tell me, Maurice... is there any expectation of what to wear? I would just go for my chainmail and tabard, as usual. But what would you recommend?
Maurice shrugs.
>I think there is no correct solution. People appreciate good quality clothing, but will see why would would want to wear simple ones. But if you wanted to go with your usual clothing, I think I have just the right thing...
He opens a chest and takes out a new tabard with the Labendai crest. Your old one has started to lose colour over time, but this one is perfectly new and appears to be of great quality.
>You may wear the same one often, but you do have more than one. I thought it might be a good choice to pack another one. Also, I've brought another pair of boots.
As it looks, he made a good choice. You've been wearing your thick winter boots lately, but with the days slowly growing warmer, you might want to settle for a lighter pair.
>Also, Damien just cleaned your reserve chainmail from rust and oiled it yesterday. Said all the squires are tasked with keeping their knight's or lord's armor in shape.
Oh, right... Damien. You were wondering how he was doing around here. Looks like he is doing well. Especially on your chainmail. The slightly rusty rings are glowing in the sunlight again.
>Now, this looks good. Thank you for your help, Maurice.
you say as you put on the fresh set of clothes. The chainmail, the tabard and finally, the boots. While changing into your boots, you are met with a last decision. The dagger. What would you like to do with it?
>Put it away for now. It's a wedding, nothing bad will happen.
>Keep it in your boot, just in case. You never know, right?
>Put it away for now. Weapons at a wedding are considered rude at least. Also, you're a good enough pugilist to deal with not having a weapon.
>Something else? (Write in)

>>1278183

>Keep it in your boot, just in case. You never know, right?

>>1278183

>Put it away for now. Weapons at a wedding are considered rude at least. Also, you're a good enough pugilist to deal with not having a weapon.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>1278184
>>1278205
Alright, here's the tie-breaker.

You decide to slip it into your boot, just in case. You never know, right?
Then, you head down to the courtyard, where the wedding will be held. A lot of people were invited, but accomodating them was easier than finding a chapel of the matching size, so Lord de Pierre decided to use the courtyard instead.
The weather is as pleasant as February can be, sunny and clear. Various small fires warm their surroundings and lots of chairs and benches have been placed outside. Quite a few servants are hurrying around to direct people to their seats.
>Lord de Labendai and Lord de Montfermeil, right? Please, follow me.
a servant adresses you immediately. You nod and let him lead you to your seats.
The various lords' honor guards have found their place standing at the back part of the courtyard, with the higher ranking ones sitting on makeshift benches around one of the bigger bonfires.
Then, the knights are sitting on long, less questionably made benches, sorted by some system you don't understand completely. Maybe their martial prowess? Their House's size? Or their political influence? You can't say for sure.
Finally, you find yourself among the various lords, who are seated more closely to the altar, which has been erected outside of the castle's chapel.
At the front, there are the de Pierre and Belamy families. You somehow expect Marius Belamy to sit among his family, but you can't see him. Well, what did you expect? The way to Jerusalem is long and dangerous. But you can see Maurice Belamy sitting among his family, just like the old Mirco Belamy. Actually, he is sitting next to Lady Maria, the bride. You guess it fell into his responsibilities to lead her to the altar, since neither her father nor her brother, the lord, could do so.
Also, somewhere between the knights and lords, you manage to get a glimpse of Marcus, Lord Belamy's commander. Looks like he managed to finish his travel to Santiago de Compostela on time.
On the de Pierre side, you see Victor, Lord Armand and a few more people who you can vaguely remember. Lord de Pierre is clothed in his usual attire of metal and furs, but everything looks more expensive. The plates of armor are finely polished, the furs look more exquisite... Looks like your choice of clothing wasn't too bad.
>We've arrived, Mylords. Please tell me if you need anything else.
the servant says before hurrying towards the next lord.
Looking around, you see that you've been seated with the Sang-Valois family. Lord David, Annabelle in the most beautiful dress you ever saw her in, Ariadne, who is clothed in her usual platemail and many other people of which you maybe know half.
>Good morning, Jean. Please, take a seat. I rearranged the order slightly, so there is a seat next to me.
Lord David greets you and points to an empty chair. You smile and sit down at his left side, between him and Annabelle.
>Good morning, Jean. How were you last few days here? The library is just wonderful.
she greets you.
[cont.]

You smile and nod.
>I can imagine. I spend my days with more... diplomatic issues.
Annabelle chuckles.
>You managed to have a peaceful discussion with two lords that didn't talk to each other in decades. I'm not sure how you do these things, but you're only supporting my theory that you are beyond human.
You chat for some more time until you see Mirco getting up from his seat.
>Looks like this will begin soon. Are you as excited as I am?
she asks. You can only nod. This is the first noble wedding you've ever seen. And you doubt the others are at this scale.
>I'm really excited for Archbishop Humbert's sermon. He's a highly interesting person to talk to. Or even listen.
Annabelle says, starting trouble in your head immediately. Religious services are held in Latin mostly, a language you know maybe three words of. Now, how should you deal with this?
>Admit your problems with Latin to Ariadne and ask her to translate for you later.
>Try to understand it yourself. You know a few words, maybe it will be sufficient?
>Just let it slide. It will mostly be part of the celebration, and therefore not too interesting, right?
>Something else? (Write in)

By the way... sorry for being so sluggish with updating lately. I've hit a massive reef of writer's block.

>>1283459

>Admit your problems with Latin to Annabelle and ask her to translate for you later.

>>1283459

>Admit your problems with Latin to Ariadne and ask her to translate for you later.

best pick lad

>>1283459
>Admit your problems with Latin to Annabelle and ask her to translate for you later.

>>1283526
>>1283883
Alright, social roll. 1d20+1, best of three.
>>1283746
Nice idea, but she never was too fond of languages. Or too much stuff that wasn't related to killing something.

Rolled 7 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1283999

Rolled 11 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1283999

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1283999

Rolling lad

>Well, to be honest... I'm not too great with Latin. I guess I know a word or two, but couldn't make a sentence. Could you tell me what he said later?
you ask, making Annabelle nod.
>Oh, right... You never learned it, right? I guess I could do so. It won't be as spirited as if Archbishop Humbert did it, but I'll try my best. Still, you really should learn it as soon as possible.
You thank her and shortly after, a long procession of clergymen walks over the courtyard. Archbishop Humbert leads them, but behind them, you see four others, each of them easily recognizable by their unique style of clothing. They are followed by an even bigger number of regular priests. Now, you have no more doubt that this wedding is far above the ordinary.
The clergy takes up their position around the altar and soon after, they are joined by Lord de Pierre, who now seems seriously nervous.
The choir begins to sing and you turn your head instinctively for the bride. She's shining bright in the morning sun, wearing the whitest dress you've ever seen. Whatever this material is, it must have cost a small fortune. Maybe even a larger one.
Even the old Mirco is looking great. He's wearing some kind of military uniform, adorned with various badges. But compared to his smile, all of them seem pale. You guess this is a great day for him, just as it is for his house.
The next two hours aren't completely comprehensible, as most of it is in Latin. Occasionally, you hear a word you understand, but nontheless, you're far away from the overall context. Finally, something understandable comes up.
>Do you, Armand de Pierre, take this woman as your lawfully wed wife? Will you love her and cherish her until death does you part?
Lord de Pierre is standing tall among the people and his mighty voice roars over the courtyard.
>I do. I absolutely do!
The first cheers are getting loud until the Archbishop raises his hand.
>Now, do you, Maria Belamy, take this man, Armand de Pierre, as your lawfully wed husband? Will you love him and cherish him until death does you part?
She's still struggling with tears of joy from his powerful response, so she only nods first until she finally manages to answer, barely audible.
>Yes... yes, I do. By the Lord Above, I do.
Archbishop Humbert raises his voice again.
>Well, this can only mean one thing. By the authority given to me by the Lord Above Himself, I proclaim you husband and wife!
Now, the courtyard erupts into even louder cheers and first bits of celebration. The bishop just smiles and nod just as thoughtfully as he always does before waiting for the cheers to subside.
>I know you're excited. I really know that. But please, let me finish this first, will you?
he asks with a smirk, making the courtyard erupt with laughter this time. This man is an amazing speaker, way beyond everyone you know, even yourself.
[cont.]

After the ceremony ends, everyone heads to the feasting hall, the various tents erected for the festivities or wherever their position requires them to be. In your case, it is the feasting hall, which you actually didn't find yet. But just following the continuous stream of lords proves easy enough. Through a staircase that you didn't use yet, it goes down, below the ground level. After coming around another corner, you stand on the gallery of a massive hall, carved into the rock itself.
Your head spins. This is ridiculously large. Everyone in Saint-Michel, castle and village alike would find space here easily. Tables cover half of the hall, while the other half is kept mostly empty. You guess this is to keep space for dancing and such.
>Just in case you wondered, Mylord... Now everyone will present them with the wedding gifts, afterwards, food will be served. After that, the rest is up to your mood and alcohol level.
Maurice says while walking alongside you. You nod thankfully, as you wanted to ask him anyway.
>I already got the presents with me, so you don't have to get them yourself.
he continues, earning himself a thankful nod.
>There is a list after which everyone will be called forth. Once your name is called, just step forward.
First one to congratulate is the king, bringing a richly jewel-encrusted sword.
>It might not be de Pierre steel, but I doubt you will use this one for fighting too often anyway.
he says before shaking Lord de Pierre's hand and kissing the hand of Maria Belamy, no, Maria de Pierre now.
Next is Lord Marac. This makes sense, considering his family is highly active in the royal court and holds the largest lordly realm in the kingdom. With him, he brings a chest of various jewelery.
>Something to make this beautiful lady even more beautiful. I hope it is even possible.
he says with a grin. Next is Lord Sang-Valois. Seems about right. A major lord with blood ties to the king and also Lord de Pierre's neighbour.
>Two saddles of the finest leather for the newlyweds. I thought you might need them to make proper use of the two stallions I left in the stables for you.
You begin to doubt the quality of your gifts. Everyone brought so very expensive things, but you... You are taken back to reality by another announcement.
>Lord de Labendai. Please step forward.
the herald announces. You step forward nervously. A lord of your significance being announced this early? This seems kind of inappropriate. All eyes are locked on you.
Now, how would you hand over your gifts?
>Hand them over, congratulate the newlyweds and step down. The faster you are, the sooner this is done.
>Elaborate on what you got them a little. Some explanation is always nice, right?
>Say something amusing. This is formal enough already.
>Something else? (Write in)

For every choice, write in your choice of words.

>>1284768

>Say something amusing. This is formal enough already.

Courtesies of a small and trivial character are the ones which strike deepest in the grateful and appreciating heart. And I'm sure you will appreciate this.

>>1284768

>Say something amusing. This is formal enough already

Start singing happy birthday, and start hopping on one leg.

>>1284849
>>1287343
Alright, social roll. 1d20+1, best of three as usual.

Rolled 17 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1287506

>>1287506

Nat20

>>1287506

Rolling lad

Rolled 5 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1287524

Fucked it up

Rolled 14 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1287506
>>1287525

Rolling lad

>Now look at this... just some small, insignificant character. What could I possibly give you as a present that is worth your time?
you say with a grin. Then, you hand him the wooden jigsaw puzzle.
>Since I can't bring anything of tremendous finiancial value before you, I decided on something that holds value in a different way. Also, here's something else. Just thinking about the future.
Then, you hand him the children's toys. Lord de Pierre's thoughtful nod from inspecting the puzzle turns into a laugh.
>Wonderful, my friend. Just wonderful. Now this is something that will definitely get some use.
He gets up from his chair and you shake hands. This is different from the last time, but why? Oh, right... must be the fact that your hand is now almost the size of his, instead of half. Your growth is still surprising to you sometimes.
Then, you kiss his wife's hand and head down into the crowd of lords.
>An interesting choice, indeed. The famous Labendai woodworking combined with actual usefulness. This is a thing not every lord knows.
Lord Sang-Valois says in an appreciative tone.
Another two hours, presents are handed over. A lot of gold and gemstones are handed over, some weapons and armor, a barrel of wine from Lord Daymarque, expertly made woolen clothing from Dupont sheep...
Finally, Lord de Pierre raises from his seat and points to the various tables.
>My wife and I would like to express our gratitude to all of you again. I'm very happy that you managed to come here. Please, sit down. There are very important people who need the space you're standing in.
Remembering yesterday's joke, everyone sits down chuckling, allowing the various servants to fill the tables with huge loads of even better food than yesterday.
Due to the tables being arranged differently than the long one in the dining hall, you are seated next to different people this time. Across from you, Maurice has taken his seat, while Lord Sang-Valois is sitting to your right and some northern lord you can't name instinctively to your left.
Who would you like to talk to during dinner?
>Maurice. Ask him more details about the things that are still to come. Or something else?
>Lord Sang-Valois. You didn't have much time to talk to your soon-to-be father-in-law.
>Talk to the unknown lord. Can't hurt to make new aquaintances, right?
>Just stay silent and eat. If somebody wants to talk, they will do so.
>Something else? (Write in)

>>1287661

>Talk to the unknown lord. Can't hurt to make new aquaintances, right?

>>1287661

>Maurice. Ask him more details about the things that are still to come. Or something else?

Best pick lad

>>1287661
>Lord Sang-Valois. You didn't have much time to talk to your soon-to-be father-in-law.

Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>1287679
>>1287690
>>1287709
Now look at this. It's a tie-breaker.

>Maurice? Would you mind telling me what else will happen today?
you ask your steward, who shrugs.
>Not much, actually. After we are done eating, we will start drinking more heavily. Then, the musicians will begin to play and dancing would be an option. At this point, there's not fixed seating anymore and you can basically go wherever you want to and socialize with the people. Quite a few contracts and alliances have been made at times like this.
he says. You thank him and go back to your grilled boar ribs. They are followed by duck, beef, cheese, cake and various other desserts. You're not quite sure how you intend to move after this. But you'll care for that later, as you are now met with wine, beer and spirits.
After the third round of spirits, you are happy to have eaten so well. Otherwise, you might be completely inebriated by now.
The first tunes of music are heard and slowly, people are heading to the empty space in the hall. First, Lord de Pierre and his wife dance a traditional wedding dance. You know this one, actually. Missa taught it to you and Annabelle.
Some others begin to modify the seating order and chat with old friends, distant family members and such.
>Mylord? Would you excuse me? I haven't had the chance to dance for a while.
Maurice asks. You nod.
>No problem, Maurice. We're here to have fun, after all.
He leaves, smiling brightly and you start to wonder what you should do.
>Join the dancing as well. You're pretty good at it and you might make a good few contacts with the younger lords.
>Join one of the talking groups for a good conversation and most likely more wine and such. You might make friends with some of the older lords.
>Talk to someone you know already. Always a safe choice, right?
>Have another drink before deciding. No need to be in a hurry.
>Something else? (Write in)

>>1287907

>Have another drink before deciding. No need to be in a hurry.

Let's get drunk

>>1287907

>Have another drink before deciding. No need to be in a hurry.

Jägermeister lads

>>1287907
>Join the dancing as well. You're pretty good at it and you might make a good few contacts with the younger lords.

You decide to get yourself another drink first. It's rare that you get wine of this quality, so you should definitely not miss out on the opportunity.
Before you can take the first sip, a heavily armored hand falls down on your shoulder.
>Long time no see, wimp. Up for a little competition?
It's Ariadne. You know without even having to turn around.
>Sure, Ariadne. But are you sure we should fight here? There are way too many people around that might see your embarassingly quick defeat.
you answer, just as sassy as you manage to be. Ariadne seems a bit surprised first, then grins again and sits down at your table, too.
>I'll make you eat those words, wimp. But honestly, we will duel in a different category this time. Can you drink just as well as you can cheat me out of certain victory?
Looks like the both of you just started some kind of drinking contest. A few people already assembled around you, eyeing the situation curiously.
Now, what would you like to do?
>Invite them to the competition. More opponents, more honor in victory.
>Keep this a duel only. They may watch, but this thing is personal.
>Try to change the drink before accepting the challenge. (Right now, you are drinking wine. You can choose to change to beer, which you are used to drinking more, or spirits, which will make it a quick and dirty fight.)
>Maybe this wasn't too good of an idea on second thought. Now, how do you get out of this?
>Place a bet on winning or losing. (What?) Let's make this interesting.
>Something else/combinations? (Write in)

>>1288403
>Invite them to the competition. More opponents, more honor in victory.

>>1288403

>Invite them to the competition.

>>1288403

>Keep this a duel only. They may watch, but this thing is personal.

>Come on, join us! This is a game best played by many!
you call out, leading to five others sitting down at your table. Three young lords, introducing themselves as Lord Vermeer, Lord de l'Aquitanie and... crown prince Dorian? You bow down in respect, making him shake his head.
>Please, keep down the formalities. There are way too many anyways. I came here to have fun. So let's just drink as equals.
he says, gaining a nod in response.
>Of course, Prince Dorian. Let's have a good game.
The other two lords are familiar to you. The Lords Dupont and Daymarque sit down at the table.
>I decided to give up on the law of satisfaction. Still, a duel every once in a while doesn't see to bad. Keeps you sharp.
Lord Daymarque says, making Lord Dupont chuckle.
>Now, you will get your revenge. But don't expect me to go easy on you.

Everyone chats happily for some more time until Ariadne brings down her massive pitcher on the table.
>Now, are we drinking or what? I didn't come to chat!
Everyone laughs and grabs their drinks. A few servants come to the table, carrying big caraffes of wine, ready to refill.
>Everyone, get up the benches. We drink in unison. Last one standing wins!
Ariadne says, climbing up her seat. Everyone else follows her example.
>Ready! Set! DRINK!
Ariadne calls out and everyone quickly empties their first mug.

>Roll me 1d20 for your drinking (and balancing) efforts. Best of three.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1290551

The most important roll

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1290551

Drinking lad

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1290551

>>1290590
Damn, boy... You obliterated them.
>>1290639
Damn, dude... You too.
>>1290714
Damn, man... You're lucky this happened now.

>>1290721

Do the crits even out?

You never were a heavy drinker, most times this was due to your small frame, which gave you barely any resistance to the effects. Still, with your improved body size, your resistance seems to have grown.
The first drink isn't much of a problem for anyone, but the older Lords Dupont and Daymarque begin to slightly lose their balance after the second. Still, they manage to hold on.
The third drink brings the first fall. Lord Vermeer, ruler of a smaller province on the northern coast, as you know by now, loses his footing and can only stop his fall by knocking over a servant girl that was passing by. You're not entirely sure this fall was unintentional, considering the inappropriate touches he covers her in while getting up. Still, there's a duel to fight. And four more opponents to beat.
>One down! Four more to come!
Ariadne exclaims while getting her pitcher filled again.
Drink number four makes Lord de l'Aquitanie stumble and only barely stop himself from hitting the ground. He sighs in defeat, but immediately begins cheering the rest of you on.
After the fifth drink, you glance over to the Lords Dupont and Daymarque. Both of them are shaking heavily, seemingly only held upright by sheer willpower. Not wanting to lose to each other is a strong motivation.
The sixth drink brings the decision. Both of them lose their footing and hit the ground at the same time.
>Not bad, old boy. Not bad. But I fear we will have to do this again soon. There's been no decision yet.
Lord Dupont says, earning him an agreeing nod from Lord Daymarque.
>Absolutely. At your place? I will bring the wine.
Lord Daymarque says and together, they walk away to discuss the details in a more silent environment.
Ariadne is still boasting about her ability to beat everyone, while Prince Dorian is just smiling and having his cup refilled.
They say that seven it the Lord Above's number and just like he intended to, the overly prideful will fall. Ariadne's armor throws her off balance and lets her land on the ground with a massive clank.
>This is... not over, wimp. I want a rematch. Don't you forget this!
she says while lifting herself to her feet slowly. The alcohol is not doing her any favours in this endeavour.
Prince Dorian smiles at you now.
>Impressive, Lord de Labendai. Looks like only us two are left. What do you say? Can you deal with a draw? Otherwise, taking part in tomorrow's tourney will be even more difficult than it already would be.
Good question. What would you like to say?
>Sure, a draw sounds good. I would like to hold the right side of my sword tomorrow.
>I appreciate your offer, but once a duel is proclaimed, it has to have a definitive winner. We will have to keep going.
>Well, I want to win. A draw just won't do. You might think about surrender if you can't drink anymore.
>Something else? (Write in)

>>1290814
Nope. The one is completely forgotten over the positive crit. I like my games positive. If you had to deal with the consequences of every one you rolled already, this quest wouldn't finish in years.

>>1290938
>I appreciate your offer, but once a duel is proclaimed, it has to have a definitive winner. We will have to keep going.

>>1290938

>I appreciate your offer, but once a duel is proclaimed, it has to have a definitive winner. We will have to keep going.

I didn't roll a 20 just so we can have a draw

>>1290949
>>1290986
Alright. Another roll of 1d20. Best of three again.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1291115

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1291115

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1291115

lad predicts 13

>I appreciate your offer, honestly. Still, I proclaimed a duel here. Don't duels always have to end with a definitive decision?
you ask, making prince Dorian nod.
>Well, if you actually worded it like this, we won't have much of a choice, right? I hope you are prepared for this.
He claps his hands and two servants bring in even bigger pitchers than those you drank from before.
>Now, we're playing serious.
he says before announcing round eight.
Both of you are seriously drunk now, but none of you even thinks about losing.
Round nine goes over without much difference. Lots of wine, no will to surrender on both sides.
Finally, on round ten, Prince Dorian leans back too far and loses his balance. He doesn't fall like the others, though. With a graceful step back, he catches himself easily. Still, his foot is clearly on the ground. As gracefully as someone at his level of drunkness can be, he hints a slight bow.
>Impressive, Lord de Labendai. I have to admit my defeat. Now, if you would excuse me, I just drank tremendous amounts of wine and should possibly take a small break.
he says and vanishes into the crowd. A nice enough fellow, actually. You're happy that you got to meet him.
[+Relationships with Crown Prince Dorian change to friendly. He now considers you an alright guy and impressive drinker.]
You can't exactly tell the time down here, due to the lack of windows and such, but you guess it's some time around late afternoon or early evening now. The feast will continue for quite some more time now. What do you want to do now?
>There are still a lot of people dancing. Maybe even more than there were at the start. You're pretty good at it and you might make a good few contacts with the younger lords.
>Join one of the talking groups for a good conversation and most likely more wine and such. You might make friends with some of the older lords.
>Talk to someone you know already. Always a safe choice, right?
>You're worryingly drunk. If you want to take part in tomorrow's tourney, you should do something about it.
>Something else? (Write in)

>>1291395
>There are still a lot of people dancing. Maybe even more than there were at the start. You're pretty good at it and you might make a good few contacts with the younger lords.
Let's ask Annabelle for a dance.

>>1291395
>>There are still a lot of people dancing. Maybe even more than there were at the start. You're pretty good at it and you might make a good few contacts with the younger lords.

>>1291395

>Talk to someone you know already. Always a safe choice, right? (Annabelle)

>>1291395

>There are still a lot of people dancing. Maybe even more than there were at the start. You're pretty good at it and you might make a good few contacts with the younger lords.

drunk lad = happy lad

>>1291395
>>You're worryingly drunk. If you want to take part in tomorrow's tourney, you should do something about it.
Small beer and food. Get this worked out of our system.

You decide to dance off the alcohol. Exercise helps with getting sober, right?
You stumble a bit on the way to the dancing crowd, but manage to steady yourself. Now, what kind of dance is on at the moment?
Luckily, Missa trained you well and even in a state this drunk, you manage to identify the steps the people are doing and the kind of music that is playing.
Looks like one of the bigger group dances. You know how it works, but your body will need a bit of convincing to do all of this in your favour. If you even want to, after all.
What would you like to do?
>Join in on the dance. It's a good opportunity to get to know others.
>Wait for a dance for two people. Maybe Annabelle would like to dance with you?
>Wait for another dance and get something to eat and drink in the meantime. You should be at least slightly sober for this.
>Something else? (Write in)

>>1296204
>>Join in on the dance. It's a good opportunity to get to know others.
Get the blood moving. Hopefully get the booze moved out.

>>1296204

>wait for a dance for two people. Maybe Annabelle would like to dance with you.

Drink some more wine.

>>1296204
>Wait for a dance for two people. Maybe Annabelle would like to dance with you?

>>1296204

>Join in on the dance. It's a good opportunity to get to know others.

spinning lad

Rolled 3 (1d4)

>>1296265
>>1296352
>>1296655
>>1296762
Alright, here's the tie-breaker.

You decide to pass up on this dance for now. You like more... intimate dances better anyway. Why not ask Annabelle for one?
Finding her is not much trouble, as she is sitting next to her father and his steward, discussing various things about ruling and finance. Seems like she's having fun, now that she finally has someone to talk to about this.
>Hello, Annabelle. How are you doing?
you greet her, which she rewards with a happy smile.
>It's wonderful, Jean. Thank you for asking.
You smile back and get to the reason of your visit.
>Tell me, would you like to dance? This is the occasion we've been training for, right?
Annabelle gets up from her chair, nodding eagerly.
>Right. Let's do this. A little word of warning... I'm not sure how well I can move after eating all of this food.
You chuckle and nod.
>Same. I won a drinking contest against your sister. I won't guarantee for anything either.
Still keeping up the joking, you walk up to the various dancing lords and ladies. Right as you arrive, the music changes to a slow, romantic tune. A perfect song to dance to as a couple.
Now, if only your body complies...
>Roll me 2d20-1. Best of three.

Rolled 9 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1296923

Nat1

Rolled 18 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1296923

rolling lad

Rolled 10, 3 - 1 = 12 (2d20 - 1)

>>1296923

Rolled 14, 3 - 1 = 16 (2d20 - 1)

>>1296923

Rolled 2, 5 = 7 (2d20)

>>1296923