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Is it time?

>>1509898
If my internet stops being a TOTAL FUCKING ASSHOLE, yes.

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>>1509842

Fucking finally

You struggle for words, trying to find what you intend to say to the Archangel next to you.

"How could they have... TWISTED the WORD like this?"

Grabbing another clump of grass and dirt, you just grab it tightly, forming a fist.

"How would anyone think that's what Jesus would've wanted?"

Gabriel shrugs, offering a halfhearted smile.

"Maybe they didn't read the New Testament?"

You grumble, still frustrated, and Gabriel pats you on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, Victor. Just trust in the Boss, and he'll see you through this mess." He stands up, and looks down at you, hesitatingly.

"Oh, and Victor? Change is coming. That's all I've got to say."

And like a whisper upon the wind, he's gone, disappearing. Heading back to the camp, you lie down in your tent.

You don't sleep that night.

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When Edgar comes to dress you the next morning, you are already awake. Silently allowing him to dress you, you think deeply on what you wish to do before the strategy meeting called by the Saint, which is in the evening.

>(Tell Marcus and Natalia about the situation)
>(Tell Kathrin)
>(Relax with Cellica)
>(TRAIN)
>(Go riding with Gunnar)
>Write-in

>>1510242
>Train (vent)

>>1510242
>>(Tell Marcus and Natalia about the situation)
>>And about Gabriel, believe us or not.

>>1510256
>>1510265
>Train (vent)
>>(Tell Marcus and Natalia about the situation)
>>And about Gabriel, believe us or not.

>Writing.

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>>1509842
>>1509898
>>1509927

Let the purging commence

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>>1510242

First, you need to tell Marcus and Natalia of the situation. As Templars, and knights held in high esteem, they need to know. Natalia, being a Knight-Captain, also deserves to be able to make an informed decision before the strategy meeting this evening.

Then, maybe you'll find a way to work off this... tension, this nervous energy.

Striding through the camp, you gauge the temperament of the men around you. It's not good.

You see ugly looks on some faces, some confusion, some simple frustration. But none seem to be very appreciative of what the Hospitallers have done. Approaching the Templar tents, you pass outraged knights around their cook fires, muttering, and make your way to Natalia's personal tent.

Rapping on the tent pole, you call out, "Lady Natalia? This is Victor, I need to speak with you."

From within, you hear a slight rustling, and a small yawn.

"Oh? I'll be ready in a bit."

Waiting, not exactly patiently, clenching and unclenching your fists, and bouncing on your heels, you keep yourself from thinking about the situation any more. You'd just stew in your own thoughts.

As she promised, it is but a bit, and she steps out of her tent, dressed in a gambeson and trousers, hair pulled back in a functional ponytail.

"What is it, Victor?"

>"Natalia, I must tell you of what caused the Hospitallers to leave."
>"The Templars have done something horrible. Let me tell you."
>"Your brothers slaughtered prisoners and innocents."

>>1510888
>>"Natalia, I must tell you of what caused the Hospitallers to leave."

>>1510888
>"Natalia, I must tell you of what caused the Hospitallers to leave."

>>1510888
>>"Natalia, I must tell you of what caused the Hospitallers to leave."

>>1510894
>>1510916
>>1510943

>"Natalia, I must tell you of what caused the Hospitallers to leave."

>Writing

>>1510888

You decide to be as polite as possible about this. She just woke up after all, the news will ruin her day, most likely, but there is no reason to be blunt about it.

"Natalia, I must tell you of what caused the Hospitallers to leave."

Looking at you seriously, she nods, getting closer, lowering her voice.

"Ah. That. I was going to come and ask you about that anyways, so let's get this over with."

Talking in a low, calm voice, you say, "First off, I want you to promise me that you will not tell anyone else, before the meeting, later. Second, do not do anything rash, please."

Natalia gives you a calm smirk and raises an eyebrow.

"Me? Rash? Whatever might give you that idea?"

You roll your eyes, and look at her pointedly. "Promise?"

Her grin cools, and she nods, serious now.

"I promise, Victor."

Taking a deep breath, you clench your fists, and tell her.

She doesn't move, take a breath, or react in any way for three seconds.

And then, when she does, her eyes flash, and you think you see something there, simmering, underneath the calm facade.

She breathes deeply, and then looks at you sharply, saying nothing.

>"Are you going to be all right until the meeting?"
>"Looks like you feel the same way I do. Do you want to train with me to help control your anger?"
>"I need to tell Marcus now. Goodbye, please, remember what you promised."
>Write-in

>>1511242
>>"I need to tell Marcus now. Goodbye, please, remember what you promised."

>>1511242
>"I need to tell Marcus now. Goodbye, please, remember what you promised."

>>1511242
>"Are you going to be all right until the meeting?"
>>"Looks like you feel the same way I do. Do you want to train with me to help control your anger?"

>>1511296
Supporting

>>1511296
This

Back.
>>1511296
>>1511345
>>1511469


>"Are you going to be all right until the meeting?"
>>"Looks like you feel the same way I do. Do you want to train with me to help control your anger?"

Writing.

>>1511242

Hesitant, due to the sharp look in her eyes, you ask,"Are you going to be all right until the meeting?"

Smiling, she shakes her head. "I do not feel that I will be, but I have to manage."

Nodding, understanding, you motion towards your camp, in the general direction of the training grounds.

"Looks like you feel the same way I do. Do you want to train with me to help control your anger?" It always worked for you, at least.

She nods, sharply.

"I fear that it may not be enough, but..." She flashes a terse smile. "I'm willing to try."

"That's all I can ask. Shall we go, then? I have to tell Marcus, next."

And thus, you leave.

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On the way to his tent, Natalia asks you a question.

"So... Victor. Have you told your Lieutenant or Lady Cellica the details of the situation yet?"

Puzzled at the sudden question, you say, "No? Why might you be asking?"

She looks at you somewhat sharply. "I feel that they deserve to know as well. But it's your job to tell them, after all. I was simply wondering."

Sighing, you say....

>"I haven't told Cellica because it'd just burden her. Kathrin, because I haven't had a chance to, yet."
>"I haven't told either of them because I don't want this leaking to the rest of the camp."
>"I haven't told Cellica because I haven't had a chance. Kathrin, because she doesn't need to know."
>Write-in.

>>1511631
>>Write-in.
Well, I wanted wanted some input on wether they should know or not. Now that i have it I will inform both of them after Marcus.

>>1511631
>Option numero uno

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>1511654
>>1511660

1=Write-in
2="I haven't told Cellica because it'd just burden her. Kathrin, because I haven't had a chance to, yet."

>>1511654
>>1511660
>>1511771
>"Well, I wanted wanted some input on whether they should know or not. Now that I have it, I will inform both of them after Marcus."

>Writing.

>>1511631

"Well, I wanted wanted some input on whether they should know or not. Now that I have it, I will inform both of them after Marcus."

Natalia nods, a brief smile gracing her features, if only briefly.

"Thank you for considering my view."

Her frown returns, though, and she nods forward. "Let's tell Marcus the bad news, then."

Walking forward, you move to Marcus' tent, and wake him.

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He takes the news surprisingly well, surprisingly, reacting with more subdued disappointment than anger.

Sighing, Marcus explains.

"I had heard some talk, earlier, around one of the fires. You tend to catch these things, when you're not a Captain."

He gestures vaguely towards said campfire.

"However, I had heard nothing concrete, until now. This is... beyond distressing."

Marcus pinches the bridge of his nose, and sighs again.

"Would you mind if I just... went back in my tent? I don't feel like being out right now."

Nodding, you say your goodbyes, and as you walk away, and share a look with Natalia.

"Well, from what I saw, that isn't much like your friend, no?"

>"No, it's not. But this is taking a toll on us all."
>"I'm worried for him. I hadn't seen him in years before the war, but you're right, it isn't like him."
>"Let's just go, Natalia."
>Write-in.

>>1511986
>"I'm worried for him. I hadn't seen him in years before the war, but you're right, it isn't like him."

>>1511986
>"I'm worried for him. I hadn't seen him in years before the war, but you're right, it isn't like him."

>>1511991
>>1512053

>"I'm worried for him. I hadn't seen him in years before the war, but you're right, it isn't like him."

>Writing.

I'm going to call this one here, more tomorrow.

>>1512152
Thank you for the quest! Enjoy reading it! Looking forward to more!

>>1511986

"I'm worried for him. I hadn't seen him in years before the war, but you're right, it isn't like him."

You slump, dejected.

"Even in the worst of times, Marcus was optimistic, faithful, and energetic. If this is getting to him, I have to wonder... how is it effecting everyone else?"

Natalia pats your shoulder halfheartedly, discomfited by the situation just as much as you are.

"I... can't answer for anyone but me, but... All we can do is keep the faith, I suppose."

Nodding, you frown.

"Still, it's getting hard, harder than its' ever been."

She can't disagree, instead deciding to stay silent as you make your way back to the Teuton camp.

You both pretend to not hear the muttering as the men see her walking beside you.

The first stop is Cellica's tent. Hesitating, you think about how to approach this. The Elfess has a fairly high opinion of the knights, and this... this could ruin it.

>(Be straight with her, tell her everything.)
>(Be vague, to lessen the blow.)
>(Try and explain the motivations behind it.)
>Write-in.

>>1526902
>>(Be straight with her, tell her everything.)

>>1526902
>(Be straight with her, tell her everything.)
Being vague could arguably worsen the blow. With the example she has of nobles in this world, I reckon what her imagination fills in the gaps with would be worse than what happened. And because obviously hiding shit from her isn't going to go great, I feel. She isn't a child, she deserves the full truth.

...that was a pointless explanation, wasn't it?

>>1526907
>>1526930

>(Be straight with her, tell her everything.)

Writing.

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>>1526902

It's best to be completely forthright with her. She's not a child, no matter how innocent she may be in some matters. Besides, what she's heard of nobility here would lead her to the worst possible outcomes.

Imagination can easily be worse than reality.

And with that cheery thought, you rap on the tentpole, calling out for her.

"Cellica! Wake if you aren't already, Natalia and I have something to discuss with you."

With a small rustle, and a sleepy yawn, you hear the elf stir from inside the tent.

"Gimme... 'nother... five minutes..."

Sighing, you motion for Natalia to go inside the tent.

"Wake her, please."

Nodding, the Italian woman obliges, and pushes the tent flap aside.

About a minute of gentle prodding and general insistence, Natalia manages to get the Wood Elf up and dressed, leading her out of the tent, somewhat bemused by the situation.

Uncertain on how to breach this topic, you shift in place, uncomfortably, and ask, "Did you sleep well, Cellica?"

Still tired, she nods. "Mhm, I did. How 'bout you?"

"Not...that well. But, well, I had something on my mind. You know what happened yesterday?" Cellica rubs the sleep out of her eyes, and nods. That disturbance would be hard to forget. "Well, I'm telling you what it's about, now."

She's now fully awake, last vestiges of sleep gone from her eyes. "Oh..kay?"

"While performing an expeditionary action, similar to what I did, a band of knights came across barbarians or bandits attacking a group of refugees. Well... when the bandits surrendered, they slaughtered them all."

She frowns, but sees that you have more to say, and you take a deep breath.

"The worst part... once they found out that the refugees we heathen... they slaughtered them, with no hesitation."

At this, Cellica gets a dark look on her face, unusual for what you've seen of the firey-headed elf. "And I assume they have been killed as punishment? Eye for an eye."

You hesitate, and she notices this, and it causes her to glower. "I see." She doesn't seem forthcoming with any more commentary, simply standing there, staring into the distance with an angry glare. Sharing a meaningful, surprised glance with Natalia, you consider your next move.

>(Go to get Kathrin alone, ask Natalia to talk to Cellica)
>(Send Natalia to get Kathrin, stay and talk to Cellica)
>(Go with Natalia to get Kathrin, come back and talk)
>Write-in

>>1527062
>>(Send Natalia to get Kathrin, stay and talk to Cellica)

>>1527062
>(Send Natalia to get Kathrin, stay and talk to Cellica)

>>1527062
>>(Send Natalia to get Kathrin, stay and talk to Cellica)

>>1527065
>>1527066
>>1527089

>(Send Natalia to get Kathrin, stay and talk to Cellica)

Writing


And I know this is a short one, but I do need to sleep eventually

More of this whenever, I'll be sure to announce in advance next time

>>1527065
>>1527066
>>1527089
so is she our waifu?

>>1527111
No, but she is a friend. I wouldn't want to her to have anything less than the full picture.