>>3559231
Holy crap welcome back Forgotten.

>>3559231
We're back let's go.

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>>3559231

Many years from now. Not far from home.

”Hrh? Wassa time?” The bard blinks at the intrusive sunlight with bleary eyelids as the innkeep’s wife brushes the floor around him.

”Well past midday, you nearly missed lunch.” The innkeep chuckles as he cleans a mug behind the counter. ”Storms over, by the way.”

”Did I finish my story?” The stranger winces as he sits up too quickly, the innkeep shaking his head. ”No? Where was I up to? When Sir Andrei slew the Creeping Horror?”

”Well past that, fool.”

”Just testing. The Trial of Sir Vancewell?”

”Aye, we heard it. And the battle with the beastmen on the way to Aubrey too.”

”What about when he slept with the Wastelander wildgirl?”

”Aye, you covered that.” The innkeep answers, before his wife interjects. ”And with all too much detail, my missus might add!”

”Aha, I’ve got it.” The bard thumps the table as the first of the tavern’s patrons are drawn downstairs by the smell of lunch. ”Our brave knight had just finished standing his first Vigil, when he came face-to-face with the King…”

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>>3559251

Sandag, 19th Day of Savrimun, 883 A.C.E, Fair Aubrey, The Church of Adam’s Martyrdom - Present Day, Mid-Morning

Unlike the Fallavon and Montbrun knights that just swore vows, you and the other plain-armoured knight do not speak. You intend to uphold your word, and need no vow to compel you. Father warned you against making a vow lightly or to impress upon others that you are serious. He taught you that a vow should only be sworn when the speaker would vow it whether or not anyone heard them say the words.

”So be it.” The Knights Comitas signals you each to rise as Brother de Moray leads in two new knights to replace this vigil of four. ”Arise as knights, anointed by God and Man.”

[1/3]

>>3559243
>>3559248

Good to be back, lads!

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>>3559257

Brother de Moray meets you outside the hallowed hall, once the ceremony is complete. He tells you that at times, especially in the clutches of winter when few travel the roads, there are no uninitiated knights and the Vigil is left to the experienced Knights Comitas. He reminds you that this Sendag he will introduce you to his subordinates and the group of pilgrims, leaving you only a few days to make any further preparations before departing.

Brother de Moray is dismayed at your lack of philosophical readings and finds the explanation of your sisters being given the attention of the more esoteric tutors to be a poor excuse. Despite your protestations you find yourself the proud new owner of a copy of The Pilgrim's Progress by Brother Bunyan. A recent work of fiction that describes the life of a pilgrim visiting all four Holy sites and being tested by monsters, foreigners and his own weak faith at each step. de Moray stresses that it is a good read with sound metaphors but should not be relied upon as an accurate traveller's guide. Especially geographically.

[2/3]

>>3559257
FOR VUULUUUUUUURRRRRR

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>>3559262

[3/3]

"MAKE WAY FOR THE KING." The booming voice of an armoured man in red and gold echoes from outside and interrupts your conversation.

You half-turn with some surprise, wondering what King's business the Roiguard would have in the Church of Adam's Martyrdom. Then you realise what the Kingsman just said. Not make way in the name of the King, not make way for the Kingsmen, they said make way For the King.

As the cathedral doors swing wide open you glimpse a figure swathed in red and gold before you bring yourself to a kneel so swiftly that your tired muscles scream in objection. You find yourself short of breath and quick of pulse. The King himself is in the same room as you. And judging from the amount of attendants, Order Reginate and other announcements he's brought the entire Royal Family as well and then some. And Mikail is still standing there bloody gawping at him like a village idiot.

Idiot boy! you nearly fume, though thanks be to God he gets over his shock and is at least not the last person in the room to kneel in the presence of the King. You would have been mortified if you had to drag him down to kneel beside you in front of his Royal Majesty.

Through the hustle and bustle of the procession making its way down the main Cathedral hall you keep your head low and see little. However, one of the Royal Family passes close by. Close enough to reach out and touch perhaps if you were fool enough to want half-a-dozen blades spitting you for the attempt.

You chance a glance up and see...

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>Selected
>The King himself. Father of the Kingdom of Heaven and Lord-Protector of the Realm. The most powerful man on the continent, perhaps the world, his Roiguard number in the hundreds and from the looks of things most of them are right here watching over him. [Hearty]

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The King's face is one that you might place in a bustling inn as easily as you would a crowded Royal Ball. A kindly, weathered profile that bears none of the severity you had found yourself imagining would belong to the King of Canton.

Ignoring the menacing glares of his Roiguard, the King warmly shakes Brother de Moray's hand.

"de Moray, you old scoundrel! And are these the newly minted knights of last night's vigil?" He flashes an easy smile, bidding the throng of his abject subjects before him to their feet. "Please, up. Up!"

You rise uncertainly from your knees, along with the other knights who stood the vigil. To your utter shock the King of Aubres steps forward without a care and seizes your gauntlet in his, grasping it firmly. The look on his Roiguard protectors could best be described as murderous, they are no doubt as aware as you that you have both sword and dagger within reach. Not that you would ever want to assassinate the King, of course. But he does make himself an easy target, as if ignorant that any of his subjects might wish him ill.

[1/4]

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>>3559276

"Goodness, you're a tall one." The King blithely comments, your eyes fixed on the crown of resting on his greying mane of hair. The red ruby sits just below your nostril. "A Romani is it? What are they feeding you lads over there?"

"Uh..." You stumble, utterly unprepared for the encounter. Perhaps the embarrassment of being at a complete loss for words would have more sting if the King was not so quickly moving on to the next knight.

"Romani, Montbrun. A Fallavon too if I'm not wrong. And this fellow of course. Well done all!" The King greets you all merrily, as if he were a master craftsman congratulating his apprentices on becoming journeymen. Not the most powerful man on the continent. "Our nation needs the likes of you, more and more these days. I'm sure you're all as keen as mustard to get out there and prove yourselves! Bag a monster, break a lance and some young thing's heart while you're at it, eh?"

The Roiguard watch on helplessly, too resigned at the sight of this breach of protocol and personal safety for it to be an uncommon occurrence. His August Majesty Antonius III, Generalis Rex and Liege of the Five Realms of Canton, warmly shakes the hand of each of the knights who stood vigil last night, tussling the hair of Mikail as he passes by. The boy's mouth hangs open stupidly, looking as shocked as if he had been struck by a pole-axe.

[2/4]

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>>3559285

"Father please, Mother awaits your pleasure in the antechamber." The voice carries a hint of annoyance to it, though the speaker is likely one of the few to be permitted such impertinence. "A thousand knights must come through here every year, is it your aim to shake the hand of every one of them?"

"Until my arms fall off, if it were possible. But not if it means keeping your Mother waiting." The King grins cheekily at the rest of you with a conspiratorial wink, but he does heed his son's request and steps through the passageway with his Roiguard cohort and Brother de Moray in tow.

The Prince pauses at the entrance to the antechamber, glancing back. Unlike His Majesty the Crown Prince has no platoon of armoured knights guarding him, save one giant of a man standing nearby in full-plate forged to a dull red The Prince's gaze lingers over the newly minted knights, though with little of the warmth his father the King had shown. Perhaps it is your imagination that his eyes rest on you a moment longer than the rest before he withdraws after the King, his personal red-clad bodyguard looming behind him.

[3/4]

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>>3559294

[4/4]

The King himself shook your hand. He spoke to you. Perhaps it’s not such an uncommon occurrence for newly minted knights, judging from the Prince’s tone and the resigned look of the Roiguard. But still… He shook your hand!

You stare at your gauntlet with amazement, like you expect it to turn to gold at any moment.

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>You suppose this is what people meant when they told you the King had the ‘common touch’. You’re amazed of the lack of formality, unnerved even. Father may sit and eat with his subjects, but you wouldn’t catch him tussling the hair of common boys or intermingling this freely. [Haughty]

>Despite the lack of regality you find yourself rather taking a liking to the old man. He’s the King after all. He can follow or disregard protocol as he sees fit. Personally you approve of the familiarity he shows with his knightly subjects. [Hearty]

>You’re flattered by the fleeting attention the King showed you, though it’s clear it is routine for him. And a nightmare as far as security is concerned. The Crown Prince’s attention on the other hand is something you wonder whether you should be concerned about… Regardless, you are floored by the honour the King has shown you. [Idealist]

>>3559296
>>You’re flattered by the fleeting attention the King showed you, though it’s clear it is routine for him. And a nightmare as far as security is concerned. The Crown Prince’s attention on the other hand is something you wonder whether you should be concerned about… Regardless, you are floored by the honour the King has shown you. [Idealist]

>>3559296
>You’re flattered by the fleeting attention the King showed you, though it’s clear it is routine for him. And a nightmare as far as security is concerned. The Crown Prince’s attention on the other hand is something you wonder whether you should be concerned about… Regardless, you are floored by the honour the King has shown you. [Idealist]

>>3559296
>You suppose this is what people meant when they told you the King had the ‘common touch’. You’re amazed of the lack of formality, unnerved even. Father may sit and eat with his subjects, but you wouldn’t catch him tussling the hair of common boys or intermingling this freely. [Haughty]

>>3559296
>>You’re flattered by the fleeting attention the King showed you, though it’s clear it is routine for him. And a nightmare as far as security is concerned. The Crown Prince’s attention on the other hand is something you wonder whether you should be concerned about… Regardless, you are floored by the honour the King has shown you. [Idealist]

>>3559296
>>Despite the lack of regality you find yourself rather taking a liking to the old man. He’s the King after all. He can follow or disregard protocol as he sees fit. Personally you approve of the familiarity he shows with his knightly subjects. [Hearty]

Its been too long, Forgotten.

>>3559296
>Despite the lack of regality you find yourself rather taking a liking to the old man. He’s the King after all. He can follow or disregard protocol as he sees fit. Personally you approve of the familiarity he shows with his knightly subjects. [Hearty]

Taking a name for when my ID changes and people start throwing samefagging accusations

>>3559375
A sensible idea, but I'd prefer that we stay away from names and link to previous posts.

>>3559296
>>You’re flattered by the fleeting attention the King showed you, though it’s clear it is routine for him. And a nightmare as far as security is concerned. The Crown Prince’s attention on the other hand is something you wonder whether you should be concerned about… Regardless, you are floored by the honour the King has shown you. [Idealist]

>>3559296
>You’re flattered by the fleeting attention the King showed you, though it’s clear it is routine for him. And a nightmare as far as security is concerned. The Crown Prince’s attention on the other hand is something you wonder whether you should be concerned about… Regardless, you are floored by the honour the King has shown you. [Idealist]
Welcome back Forgotten

>>3559296
>>Despite the lack of regality you find yourself rather taking a liking to the old man. He’s the King after all. He can follow or disregard protocol as he sees fit. Personally you approve of the familiarity he shows with his knightly subjects. [Hearty]
Welcome back my knigga!

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>You’re flattered by the fleeting attention the King showed you, though it’s clear it is routine for him. And a nightmare as far as security is concerned. The Crown Prince’s attention on the other hand is something you wonder whether you should be concerned about… Regardless, you are floored by the honour the King has shown you. [Idealist]

House Andrei has always retained a leaning towards the King’s side of politics. Father rarely spoke it, but you suspect that it may have had something to do with the schisms that occurred in the early days of the War of Borders decades ago, where the rift between previous King and Queen weakened the realm at a critical time.
Despite the people of Romaine being a deeply religious folk, and hence more inclined to view the Queen favourably, House Andrei has been one of the few that could be considered Kingsmen. Perhaps that would somewhat explain your family not being in the inner circle of the Duchess’ supporters. But nothing you saw in the man today would change your feelings on that. He is the King and he has honoured you with his consideration.

The attention of the Crown Prince is a prospect you find somewhat less comforting, the words of the murderous Sir Hast Vancewell and his claims of friends in high places come creeping back to your mind. You’re also reminded of his part in granting a Writ of Passage to the Cathagi, his motives for doing so remain unknown.

[1/2]

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>>3559458

[2/2]

”Stop grinning like a fool, boy.” You say to no avail, your squire can’t help but beam at his royally tussled hair.

”The King ‘iself…” Mikail whispers with awe. ”An’ did ya see the Roiguard, milord? I think that one with the scar over ‘is eye was Ian the Talon, himself. The one what took down a Basilisk with it’s own fangs!”

”Have you been reading that book on the history of the Roiguard behind my back, Mikail?” You ask with some bemusement.

”Er, not exactly milord. I gots on of them priests to read me whiles you was standing your Vigil.” Your squire then hurriedly adds. ”I’d run out of other stuff to do, milord.”

”No matter, just let me know what chapters to skip past when we read later.” You wave him off, secretly pleased at the commoner’s interest in history. Even he’s not overly keen on the reading itself.

”Oh I don’t mind hearing it again.” Your squire explains as he lugs your shield and helm behind him. ”Where to now, milord?”

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> “Let’s head back to the Lion’s Mane.” You should inform Sir Rabe you’ve agreed to escort pilgrims on the way to the tourney. Hopefully you can do so in a way that doesn’t annoy him. [Haughty]

>”To the Merchant Quarter.” Tracker Jean will be selling the last of the wine stock, she’d mentioned putting you in touch with one of her trading contacts. [Hearty]

>”We should introduce ourselves to the pilgrims.” Or at least those more prominent figures. De Moray mentioned a Sister Ignatius and Father Towbray. [Idealist]

>>3559462
>>”We should introduce ourselves to the pilgrims.” Or at least those more prominent figures. De Moray mentioned a Sister Ignatius and Father Towbray. [Idealist]

>>3559462
>> “Let’s head back to the Lion’s Mane.” You should inform Sir Rabe you’ve agreed to escort pilgrims on the way to the tourney. Hopefully you can do so in a way that doesn’t annoy him. [Haughty]

Potential conflict in our scheduling should be attended to first.

>>3559462
> “Let’s head back to the Lion’s Mane.” You should inform Sir Rabe you’ve agreed to escort pilgrims on the way to the tourney. Hopefully you can do so in a way that doesn’t annoy him. [Haughty]
Gas the beasts race war now.

>>3559462
>> “Let’s head back to the Lion’s Mane.” You should inform Sir Rabe you’ve agreed to escort pilgrims on the way to the tourney. Hopefully you can do so in a way that doesn’t annoy him. [Haughty]

>>3559462
> “Let’s head back to the Lion’s Mane.” You should inform Sir Rabe you’ve agreed to escort pilgrims on the way to the tourney. Hopefully you can do so in a way that doesn’t annoy him. [Haughty]
Better get this out of the way. And steer clear of more embarrassment with Jean.

>>3559462
>> “Let’s head back to the Lion’s Mane.” You should inform Sir Rabe you’ve agreed to escort pilgrims on the way to the tourney. Hopefully you can do so in a way that doesn’t annoy him. [Haughty]

>>3559462
>>”We should introduce ourselves to the pilgrims.” Or at least those more prominent figures. De Moray mentioned a Sister Ignatius and Father Towbray. [Idealist]

>>3559462
>“Let’s head back to the Lion’s Mane.” You should inform Sir Rabe you’ve agreed to escort pilgrims on the way to the tourney. Hopefully you can do so in a way that doesn’t annoy him. [Haughty]

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> “Let’s head back to the Lion’s Mane.” You should inform Sir Rabe you’ve agreed to escort pilgrims on the way to the tourney. Hopefully you can do so in a way that doesn’t annoy him. [Haughty]

Lion’s Mane Inn

As you expected, Sir Rabe is none too pleased to find that you have agreed to accompany the pilgrims on the Motte-Fallavon roads. He’d been expecting to travel with a close group of fellow knights, unencumbered by a convoy of noisome peasantfolk.

You will have to be convincing in your reasoning to maintain your good relations. During your discussion you focus on…

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>Entreating Sir Rabe to forgive your presumption, it was ill of you to agree to this task knowing that you’d be saddling them both with the pilgrims and slowing your progress. [Haughty]

>Implying that Sir Rabe will need witnesses to his great feats of daring on the road, great stories often have humble beginnings. [Hearty]

>Appealing to Sir Rabe’s faith and his duty to protect the weak, describing the task as a worthy mission rather than a chore. [Idealist]

>>3559540
>>Implying that Sir Rabe will need witnesses to his great feats of daring on the road, great stories often have humble beginnings. [Hearty]

>>3559540
>>>Implying that Sir Rabe will need witnesses to his great feats of daring on the road, great stories often have humble beginnings. [Hearty]

>>3559540
>Implying that Sir Rabe will need witnesses to his great feats of daring on the road, great stories often have humble beginnings. [Hearty]

>>3559540
>>Implying that Sir Rabe will need witnesses to his great feats of daring on the road, great stories often have humble beginnings. [Hearty]

>>3559540
>>Implying that Sir Rabe will need witnesses to his great feats of daring on the road, great stories often have humble beginnings. [Hearty]

>>3559540
>>Implying that Sir Rabe will need witnesses to his great feats of daring on the road, great stories often have humble beginnings. [Hearty]
Rabe is no fool. But, he just may be vain enough for this.

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>Implying that Sir Rabe will need witnesses to his great feats of daring on the road, great stories often have humble beginnings. [Hearty]

Persuade Roll

> 60DC Equal social standing / Reasonable request
>Fashionable Attire +0 (Sir Rabe cares not for southern dandies)
>Appealed to Sir Rabe’s desire for fame and glory +10DC
> 70DC

[spioiler]0 = The pilgrims can go stuff themselves. Sir Rabe departs for the tourney without waiting for you to catch-up [Sir Rabe drops to INDIFFERENT Loyalty].
1 = Sir Rabe is still upset he’s been saddled with this unpleasant task, but remains in town travels with you to the Tourney [Sir Rabe drops to INDIFFERENT Loyalty].
2 = Sir Rabe sullenly relents, though he spends much of the journey complaining about the hassle. [Sir Rabe remains at COMRADE Loyalty].
3 = Sir Rabe is happily convinced, by the end of lunch he’s acting as if the whole thing was his idea. [Sir Rabe remains at COMRADE Loyalty].[/spoiler]

3 rolls of 1d100, gents.

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>3559577

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>3559577

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>3559589
>>3559583
>>3559580
>>3559577
I forget the rules, but is this a critical success?

>>3559589
>>3559594
YES!

>>3559589
Of all the strange things.

>Sir Rabe loves it so much, everywhere he travels, he prefers an entourage of pilgrims.

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>>3559580
>>3559583
>>3559589

Well we're off to a smashing start. What do I even do with this crit?

>>3559594

Also, we have the success double.

>>3559603

Well, he'll probably happily travel with us on the rest of our pilgrimage then.

Otherwise, it could be he realising he could be loved by commonfolk and that'll increase his fame, resulting in him being less dismissive of peasants.

>>3559589
Fuck yeah! I've rolled multiple 99s on this quest so the dice gods owed me something

>>3559613
>less dismissive of peasants.
Could we have actually made Rabe a better person?

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>>3559580
>>3559583
>>3559589

>3 Success
>Double pass + Crit pass!

From Thread #5
>Sir Rabe LOYAL Prerequisite revealed: Sir Rabe will become LOYAL if you are reduced from Healthy to Battered or worse status in a combat where Sir Rabe is selected as a companion.
Blood from the Stone: "Men of House Rabe do not consider anyone to be a true friend until they have fought and bled together."

You speak at length of the glory the two of you will achieve together, how the commonfolk will see firsthand the bravery of this northern knight as he defies whatever monsters the deep forests of Fallavon may throw at him. By the time you’ve finished the whole room is staring at you, and you admit your fiery oratory has surprised even yourself.

Sir Karlaus Rabe stares at you for a few uncomfortable moments before leaping to his feat, a carving knight tight in his hand. Before you can stop him the Montbrun knight cuts a gash in his palm, enough to draw blood and holds out the knife to you hilt first.
You hesistantly make a small incision in the base of your palm as well, having some idea of where this is going.

”Wouldn’t want to hurt those soft southern hands of yours.” The Karlaus grins, before clasping your hands together, the blood from your cuts intermingling together. A few red drops spill to the ground, Rabe and Andrei both.

”There!” He declares victoriously. ”We have already fought together, and now we have bled together! And we shall no doubt do so again as we cover ourselves in glory from the shores of Pascae to the peaks of Montbrun!”

The cheer from the other patrons is somewhat uncertain, given they are unused to such barbaric demonstrations of loyalty, but they get the gist.


>Sir Karlaus Rabe is now LOYAL. In addition to being a stalwart companion during battle, he sees your interests and his as one and the same. He will actively work to frustrate any moves against you or your family
>BROTHER-FOR-LIFE Quest Revealed!
>Stone Oath: Travel to the lands of House Rabe and swear a solemn oath on the Family Stone. In Montbrun custom your descendants and his will be considered kinsmen, sworn to defend one another no matter the odds.
Stone Oath: “House Rabe keeps to the old ways. The winds are loud and fickle, the mountain remains silent and eternal.”

>>3559663
Nice

>>3559663
Now if only Sir Andrei could take his skills of persuasion and apply them on the fairer sex as well...

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>>3559663

You spend the rest of lunch drinking with your friend, the two of you boasting who will slay the bigger beast during your adventures.

After a few ales the day is not yet done, and the city offers no shortage of things to do.

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>You remain at the Lion’s Mane Inn with Sir Rabe. By nightfall the two of you are incredibly drunk. [Hearty]

>You make for the city markets, to spend some coin as you make your final preparations for the long road ahead. [Haughty]

> You seek out Tracker Jean, she will have finished selling the stock but you hazard a guess she’ll be scrutinizing horseflesh at the Royal Stables. [Idealist]

>>3559687
>>You make for the city markets, to spend some coin as you make your final preparations for the long road ahead. [Haughty]

>>3559687
>You seek out Tracker Jean, she will have finished selling the stock but you hazard a guess she’ll be scrutinizing horseflesh at the Royal Stables. [Idealist]

>>3559663
Heh. Well we were gonna get this eventually.

>>3559687

> You seek out Tracker Jean, she will have finished selling the stock but you hazard a guess she’ll be scrutinizing horseflesh at the Royal Stables. [Idealist]

We went to the market previously. We now have 7 wealth and we still need to pay back our debt of 2 wealth. Ideally we dont want it to drop further.

>>3559687
> You make for the city markets, to spend some coin as you make your final preparations for the long road ahead. [Haughty]

>>3559687
> You seek out Tracker Jean, she will have finished selling the stock but you hazard a guess she’ll be scrutinizing horseflesh at the Royal Stables. [Idealist]
Probably shouldn't get hammered... Again. Do we have anything to buy? We pretty much did our shopping already. Might as well collect the rest of the profits and scrutinize some (horse) flesh.

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>3559687
>Other
Same thing as the Hearty option, but we don't drink so much that we become drunk while also being careful with how much we consume. Emile is bad with drink after all.

>>3559687
>You seek out Tracker Jean, she will have finished selling the stock but you hazard a guess she’ll be scrutinizing horseflesh at the Royal Stables. [Idealist]

> You seek out Tracker Jean, she will have finished selling the stock but you hazard a guess she’ll be scrutinizing horseflesh at the Royal Stables. [Idealist]

Alright, taking a break. I'll be back in a few hours.

>still being hung up on tracker Jean

fucking pussy whipped

>>3559858
Migh as well get it all squared away and not let it hang over the business if we can.

>>3559864
It was done and dusted the fact we need to return to it is frankly dumb.

Sorry guys, we will pick this up again tomorrow and then afterwards see the BCQ excerpt and back to the once-a-day schedule.

Good to see ya'll back for some knightly shit.

>>3559966
Welcome back to /qst/ blackcompanyqm, missed you

>>3559966
Thanks for running, mate.

You've been missed.

>>3559966
Glad to see you back Forgotten. You were missed.

Btw, the King is giving me some strong Bobby B vibes. Also, the Mountain is now wearing red.

Leaving these shits behind for Cathagian adventures when?

>>3559687

>You remain at the Lion’s Mane Inn with Sir Rabe. By nightfall the two of you are incredibly drunk. [Hearty]
start the journey on a strong foot

>>3559966
Yay, welcome back its so good to have this quest running again

>>3559983
He doesn't give off that impression at all, what are you on about

>>3559687
>You remain at the Lion’s Mane Inn with Sir Rabe. By nightfall the two of you are incredibly drunk. [Hearty]

Seriously, fuck off with Tracker Jean. You dumbass faggots already ruined it, let it die.

>>3559687
> You seek out Tracker Jean, she will have finished selling the stock but you hazard a guess she’ll be scrutinizing horseflesh at the Royal Stables. [Idealist]

I want this matherfucking discount

forgotten already called the vote guys

>>3560067
It could still be salvaged if the two or so people who have been deliberately shilling to torpedo all female interaction have found girlfriends in the last couple of months.

>>3560105
>How dare those INCELS vote differently than me!!

Everyone relax. Seeing Jean is strictly business. She has horse contacts and we like horses.

Did we ever get a pack horse? That is still a good idea from whatever Anon that came up with that. Especially if we are going on an extended pilgrimage.

>>3559678
We all know we are on the path to no homo all our kngiht bros.

>>3560111
My dude, at least one of them alluded to his own "purity". I've never seen such an intensely anti-female element in a quest before. Not like one characteror one vote, but ALL of them. They were voting to do virtually nothing if it could get them out of female interaction. One was even shilling furiously to make the MC gay. It was getting to be weird and the deliberately stupid decisions were getting to the point of costing us real benefits. I was putting it mildly with an off-hand incel reference.

>>3560163
From what i remeber we just wanted to play a shy uncomfortable knight who wasnt expecting or prepared to loose their first time to tracker Jean. I remeber plenty of people shilling to make them have sex in the vote before saying the let down to jean would be fine fully prepared to say we are honorable knight.

There were plenty of assholes on eachside.
To be fair thogh you have to admit we ace all of our male interactions.

>>3560065
Jovial, not interested in formality, doesn't mind making jokes and allusions.

My first impression is Bobby B at his best. It makes me worry for his health.

>>3560144
Watch as Andrei rolls a nat 100 on the Dragon and it falls in love with him.

>>3559687
>You seek out Tracker Jean, she will have finished selling the stock but you hazard a guess she’ll be scrutinizing horseflesh at the Royal Stables. [Idealist]

>>3559687
>>You make for the city markets, to spend some coin as you make your final preparations for the long road ahead. [Haughty]
I don't think we've shopped in the biggest city in the kingdom yet

>>3560239
>Watch as Andrei rolls a nat 100 on the Dragon and it falls in love with him.
Good ending. Best path. 10/10

>>3559687
>>You remain at the Lion’s Mane Inn with Sir Rabe. By nightfall the two of you are incredibly drunk. [Hearty]
let us celebrate our bro-ness

>>3559687
>> You seek out Tracker Jean, she will have finished selling the stock but you hazard a guess she’ll be scrutinizing horseflesh at the Royal Stables. [Idealist]

Let's get that contact!

>>3560541
We have actually. After we got our initial pay and got bumped to 8 wealth. We then spent 1 wealth on our courtly clothes, leaving us with 7.

Be mindful that we still have a debt of 2 wealth from the loan we took.

>>3561349
[Shekel knight Intensifies]

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>>3561388
I think 5 wealths a good spot.

Travelling Wealth Table:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3221640/thumbs/1549807065918.jpg

Leaves us with 1 wealth for on the road expenses if we find we need to expend so much dosh.

TBF tho, I really really like that look of the august banner.

>>3559663
I'm just here so I can post tomorrow.

Although I'm glad that Tracker Jean won. Trade contacts are valuable AF, and also I want a Mustang.

>>3559858
>>3560067
>>3560111
>>3560105

Stop trying to start fights. Forgotten JUST came back. At least give it a thread or two before you start shitposting.

>>3560135
We are also still friends with her, so there's no sex happening anyways.

>>3560144
I have to find more pictures of gay knights.

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>>3560239
I realize I have an uncomfortably large number of pictures relating to this.

>>3561443
If I recall correctly we just went straight for the clothes
To be honest I didn't intend to buy anything, I just wanted to browse, see what's on offer for when we come back to sell out fat loot

I just wanted to defend a position. I'm not going to start a flame war or respond to any replies, if there are any.

I voted against continuing to fuck Tracker Jean because pregnancy is a risk no matter how careful you are, and as a hearty, haughty idealist, we would probably view fatherhood as a critical responsibility. We should look toward more casual courtship or even short-term flings until we're ready for that responsibility. The "confident" option implied we'd be fucking her several nights in a row. I didn't vote against it because I'm an incel (I'm in a relationship myself, although that claim doesn't make a difference coming from an anon) or because I'm allergic to relationships in entertainment media.

This Jean shit is in the past guys, it happened, it was a great story and character development moment, and now its done. Lets move forward

>>3560135
>>3559708
>>3559589
>>3559491
>>3559449
Claiming this ID. Relocated to the family camp for a few days.

Did you kniggas scare off forgotten with your virgin spaghetti?

>>3562518
If the Gay Knigga Shit couldn't completely scare him off then I am going to have some faith in him not being allergic to spaghetti.

>>3562630
It was probably the dragon knight shit that scared him off

>>3561789
>He has more than this

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Sorry I ghosted you boys yesterday, BCQ epilogue and the next update for Valour will be up today.

>>3561789
>pic

>>3563410
Oh damn

>>3559704
Supporting. We'll probably be punished in our upcoming interaction, but the consequences won't be as bad as getting hammered or spending all our money. We might even be able to smooth things over.

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>>3563410
For you.

You'll need it later.

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No update tonight gents, I’m so sorry!

Bad QM. Bad!

>>3564433
No prop

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>>3564433

>>3564433
someone's been drinking again

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>>3564433
Never say that again

>>3564793
I confess. It was me.

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>>3564433
>>3564171

Bad QM. Now I have no other options left.

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>>3565918
I'm done. Going to join the QM.

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>>3565932
Don't you see? You were the QM all along!

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>>3565932
FYI I was never seriously shilling to make Andre gay.

Just to have him develop intimate relationships with his bros. You know, with feelings and such. About as gay as Lord of the Rings is when Frodo kisses Samwise.

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Tbh I've seen much worse in these threads. I guess you gays are just warming up.

>>3566516
Update soon?

>>3566518
Momentarily! No BCQ until the weekend though

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>You seek out Tracker Jean, she will have finished selling the stock but you hazard a guess she’ll be scrutinizing horseflesh at the Royal Stables. [Idealist]

There's no sign of Tracker Jean in marketplace but a clamour of noise in the vicinity of the Royal Stables draws your attention quickly enough. It’s a mixed crowded at the stockades. Squires, stablehands and curious nobles alike brush shoulders or perch on the wooden fences as they watch the spectacle ahead. A faint scream followed by a chorus of sympathetic groans and not a little laughter piques your curiosity, and it is with some relief that you see the wide-brim hat of Tracker Jean is not the cause of the rucks. Instead she leans casually against a post to one side with the rest of the onlookers.

"What's the commotion all about?" You find Tracker Jean watching the nervous squire next in line with no small amusement.

"Lord Alderauge from Saint Gabriel's Gate has offered a pouch of gold to the man who can break in the Courser he bought last winter. She's from me Pa's own stock. Or mixed with it." Tracker Jean brags with great smugness. As if selling a horse that was hard to break was a point of pride for her. "They say she's got Mustang blood in her, if you believe it."

"And even you can't take her on?" You query, noticing that she doesn't seem any dustier or bruised than usual. Certainly not as much as the majority of the crowd.

"Oh I can take her." Tracker Jean tells you with an easy grin, uncrossing her arms and leaning forward. "I'm just giving these would-be Cowboys a fair go before I go on and claim that prize money."

"What if one of them breaks her in before you?" You step back suddenly as a thin wail grows in volume and a stablehand lands in a trough of water a few feet away.

"Doesn't look like likely." You are forced to agreed. Clearly this has been going on for some time, the flow of likely lads has slowed to a trickle even as the audience has grown. "Unless..."

[1/2]

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>>3566526

[2/2]

Unless what?" You ask, eyeing Tracker Jean's sly smile with some suspicion.

"Well I'm sure that such a noble-blooded knight of Canton such as yourself could succeed where all these lesser men have faltered.” Tracker Jean flutters her eyelids at you, in what you imagine is a Wastelander’s impression of a dainty Cantôn lady. The fact that she completely mispronounced your country’s name seems lost on her.

"..." The Wastelander woman's sarcasm is punctuated by the yelp and thud of another applicant sent face first into the dust. You wince with the rest of the crowd. "You really think so?"

"Emile if you last more than twenty seconds on that wind-devil I'll match that Lord’s prize coin-for-coin." Tracker Jean laughs, a loud easy bark that is quite unlike the laughter of any other lady you've ever met. It's charming enough that you forgive her overfamiliar use of your name. "But, and here's the catch so listen up, if you eat dirt before those twenty seconds, you pay me. And then I go on and take Mister-Big-Boots-Alderauge's prize."

Your eyes trail from Tracker Jean's confident smirk to the furious white mare in the stockade, hooves flailing at a would-be rider too slow to make his getaway. Your eyes flick back to Tracker Jean, her eyes smiling as much as her mouth.

"Whaddya say, Cowboy?"

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> "Consider your wager accepted, Tracker Jean." Attempt to bring the white mare to heel. Win [+2 Wealth] if you succeed, or [+1 Wealth] if you remain mounted for 20 seconds. If you are dismounted in under 20 seconds, lose [-1 Wealth]. [Haughty]

> "Put away your coin, Miss Jean. But I will take a stab at Lord Halstead's prize." Attempt to bring the white mare to heel. Win [+1 Wealth] if you succeed. [Hearty]

> "Sounds like a fool’s wager. I was hoping we could instead discuss a further joint venture?" You ignore the distraction and try to steer the conversation directly to future business. [Idealist]

>>3566528
>> "Put away your coin, Miss Jean. But I will take a stab at Lord Halstead's prize." Attempt to bring the white mare to heel. Win [+1 Wealth] if you succeed. [Hearty]

>>3566528
>"Sounds like a fool’s wager. I was hoping we could instead discuss a further joint venture?" You ignore the distraction and try to steer the conversation directly to future business. [Idealist]
Not risking it. We owe a 2 Wealth loan debt.

>>3566528
>> "Sounds like a fool’s wager. I was hoping we could instead discuss a further joint venture?" You ignore the distraction and try to steer the conversation directly to future business. [Idealist]

>>3566528
>> "Consider your wager accepted, Tracker Jean." Attempt to bring the white mare to heel. Win [+2 Wealth] if you succeed, or [+1 Wealth] if you remain mounted for 20 seconds. If you are dismounted in under 20 seconds, lose [-1 Wealth]. [Haughty]

an extra horse is always a worthwhile investment also bragging rights if Mustang blood is in it is nothing to sniff at.

>>3566528
> "Consider your wager accepted, Tracker Jean." Attempt to bring the white mare to heel. Win [+2 Wealth] if you succeed, or [+1 Wealth] if you remain mounted for 20 seconds. If you are dismounted in under 20 seconds, lose [-1 Wealth]. [Haughty]

>>3566545
We are being paid for breaking the horse. Horse stays with the owner

>>3566553
Point but if we are successful we're halfway to buying our own Mustang

>>3566528
>> "Consider your wager accepted, Tracker Jean." Attempt to bring the white mare to heel. Win [+2 Wealth] if you succeed, or [+1 Wealth] if you remain mounted for 20 seconds. If you are dismounted in under 20 seconds, lose [-1 Wealth]. [Haughty]

>>3566528
>> "Consider your wager accepted, Tracker Jean." Attempt to bring the white mare to heel. Win [+2 Wealth] if you succeed, or [+1 Wealth] if you remain mounted for 20 seconds. If you are dismounted in under 20 seconds, lose [-1 Wealth]. [Haughty]

We'll probably lose but worth it to keep the relationship friendly rather than just going directly into business.

>>3566528
>"Consider your wager accepted, Tracker Jean." Attempt to bring the white mare to heel. Win [+2 Wealth] if you succeed, or [+1 Wealth] if you remain mounted for 20 seconds. If you are dismounted in under 20 seconds, lose [-1 Wealth]. [Haughty]

>>3566528
>> "Consider your wager accepted, Tracker Jean." Attempt to bring the white mare to heel. Win [+2 Wealth] if you succeed, or [+1 Wealth] if you remain mounted for 20 seconds. If you are dismounted in under 20 seconds, lose [-1 Wealth]. [Haughty]

>>3566528
>> "Consider your wager accepted, Tracker Jean." Attempt to bring the white mare to heel. Win [+2 Wealth] if you succeed, or [+1 Wealth] if you remain mounted for 20 seconds. If you are dismounted in under 20 seconds, lose [-1 Wealth]. [Haughty]

>>3566528
>Consider your wager accepted, Tracker Jean." Attempt to bring the white mare to heel. Win [+2 Wealth] if you succeed, or [+1 Wealth] if you remain mounted for 20 seconds. If you are dismounted in under 20 seconds, lose [-1 Wealth]. [Haughty]

>>3566528
> "Consider your wager accepted, Tracker Jean." Attempt to bring the white mare to heel. Win [+2 Wealth] if you succeed, or [+1 Wealth] if you remain mounted for 20 seconds. If you are dismounted in under 20 seconds, lose [-1 Wealth]. [Haughty]

>>3566528
> "Consider your wager accepted, Tracker Jean." Attempt to bring the white mare to heel. Win [+2 Wealth] if you succeed, or [+1 Wealth] if you remain mounted for 20 seconds. If you are dismounted in under 20 seconds, lose [-1 Wealth]. [Haughty]

We're actually going to do this? My prediction for the future... Pain

>>3566723
Isn't pain like the only thing we come here for? The hope of amazing rolls and the ecstasy of complete failure

>>3566528
>> "Consider your wager accepted, Tracker Jean." Attempt to bring the white mare to heel. Win [+2 Wealth] if you succeed, or [+1 Wealth] if you remain mounted for 20 seconds. If you are dismounted in under 20 seconds, lose [-1 Wealth]. [Haughty]

>>3566528
> "Consider your wager accepted, Tracker Jean." Attempt to bring the white mare to heel. Win [+2 Wealth] if you succeed, or [+1 Wealth] if you remain mounted for 20 seconds. If you are dismounted in under 20 seconds, lose [-1 Wealth]. [Haughty]

For the bold and the brave!

>>3566528
Remember to wait for it to exhale to cinch the saddle down so that it can't inflate its lungs all the way.

Horses are dicks like that.

>>3566516
I carefully curate my content to be more humorous than outright faggotry.

Let's see, we have a Knight rescuing a hostage fair of face and form, consensual sex within the confines of marriage between a Princess and a Prince, and chaste love between two heroes before one leaves on an eternal journey.

Honestly I take some offense that it was called unchivalrous.

>>3566528
> "Consider your wager accepted, Tracker Jean." Attempt to bring the white mare to heel. Win [+2 Wealth] if you succeed, or [+1 Wealth] if you remain mounted for 20 seconds. If you are dismounted in under 20 seconds, lose [-1 Wealth]. [Haughty]

>>3566528
>> "Put away your coin, Miss Jean. But I will take a stab at Lord Halstead's prize." Attempt to bring the white mare to heel. Win [+1 Wealth] if you succeed. [Hearty]

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Did one of you make this?

>>3568213
No, but I feel personally attacked by it.

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> "Consider your wager accepted, Tracker Jean." Attempt to bring the white mare to heel. Win [+2 Wealth] if you succeed, or [+1 Wealth] if you remain mounted for 20 seconds. If you are dismounted in under 20 seconds, lose [-1 Wealth]. [Haughty]

"Done and done." Tracker Jean smile grows all the sharper with your response. She sticks out her gloved hand and grasps "Now get on over there and make me richer!"

The white mare regards your approach with hostility and no small amount of disdain. You do not detect a trace of mercy in those big equine eyes.

"Nothing to it." You say with a confidence you don't entirely feel. "Hannibal is meaner on his good days."

"Whatever you say, Em. You know a little trick is to-" The courser's defiant neigh distracts you as the stablehands finally force her into the side stockade, closing the gate and forcing the beast to a standstill for its next ride. Jean finishes speaking, "-eck the straps."

"Easy there, girl." You murmur as you slip onto the saddle while the horse is restrained in the small enclosure, grabbing as secure a hold as you can on the reins and saddle. Tracker Jean said something to you about the horse's exhale but you missed it. "Check the straps? What do you mean I should check the str-hey! Hey! Eas-"

Worn down over the day by repeated impacts, the latch to the side stockade finally gives way and the white mare bursts into the main corral with you desperately clinging to the saddle.

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Riding Roll

>40DC Hostile Mount / Non-lethal
>40DC


0= Your attempt to remain in the saddle is much like your landing, brutal and abrupt. [Lose -1 Wealth] and start as ‘Battered’ in your next combat encounter.
1= Despite an earnest attempt to remain mounted, you are flung from the saddle in a few short seconds. [Lose -1 Wealth]
2= It is the longest twenty-something seconds of your life, but your stubborn efforts are rewarded. But you come short of breaking in the beast before you are flung off. [Gain +1 Wealth]
3= You hang on for dear life, your hands and legs on the reins and saddle like a vice grip. After what seems an eternity, the horse begins to falter and tire. [Gain +2 Wealth]

3 rolls of 1d100, cowboys.

It’s time to break that horse.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zlm4QYeysgE

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>3568915
This is fine.

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>3568915

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>3568915

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>>3568917
>>3568923
>>3568938

>1 Success

The world bucks and jostles, your vision shifting between the brown dirt, the white horseflesh and the blue sky in fractions of a second. They tell you later you held on for about ten seconds, but it seemed like ten minutes of nauseating blurs of movement before the Courser nearly breaks your nose when it flicks its head up and suddenly rolls, giving you the choice of falling off or crushing your leg to a pulp. And that’s no choice at all.

You land solidly on your rear, your roll softening the impact somewhat while avoiding eating a face-full of dirt. Had you been wearing plate, you don’t doubt you would have risked breaking something. As it is, you figure that you’ll be feeling that bruise on the saddle for days to come.

”Nice try hahaha! We might make a cowboy out of you yet.” Tracker Jean holds out her hand, helping you up out of the dust with a groan. When you are finished getting up the Wastelander woman holds out her hand again. ”Time to pay up.”

>-1 Wealth [6]

You slap your coinpurse into her palm, still catching your breath, which she pockets with no small satisfaction. ”Always did like a man who takes risks. And owes up when they don’t work out his way. No watch this.”

[1/?]

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>>3568974

Without waiting for the stablehands to usher the white mare back to the enclosure Tracker Jean runs at the horse head on, swinging around its neck with one hand to plant herself into the saddle as if she was glued to it. The courser neighs in alarm and indignation, twisting and bucking with every bit of the ferocity she showed you up close.

But unlike you, Tracker Jean is a Wastelander of no small skill. They say Wastelanders are born in the saddle, more accustomed to a life on four hooves than two feet. While her whooping and hollering is entirely unladylike, her fluid movements and readjustments are every bit as graceful as the most refined dancer at the Courtly balls. You can’t help but be impressed, Tracker Jean is quite unlike any other woman you have ever met. Before long the Courser’s movements slow, becoming tired and sporadic. Within a few minutes Miss Jean is leading the exhausted steed around the edge of the stockade to the applause of the gathered crowd.

”Thank you, thank you!” Tracker Jean stands in her stirrups and bows with a beaming smile, tipping her hat which somehow remained on her brow throughout the whole exercise.

[2/3]

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>>3568981

[3/3]

Although you lost out on some wealth, taking a gambit was definitely the right choice in rebuilding relations with Tracker Jean. Turning down the attempt at the prize entirely would have resulted in an auto-fail at securing trade contacts related to her. I think it’s been made clear in your interactions that Jean isn’t looking for someone overly cautious in a partner (in either meaning of the word), so it’s good to see some anons picked up on that.
Remember as always write-ins are welcome.

”Bravo! Bravo, I say! That there animal has thrown off a banner’s worth of men since winter, and caused me no end of grief.” The speaker is a heavyset man in heavy robes, the yellow wings of a Pegasus emblazoned over his black tabard ”I’d expect nothing less from the daughter of Old Man Tracker himself. Come and claim your prize, girl!”

You dust yourself off as Tracker Jean accepts the reward, surrounded by a few avid horse enthusiasts congratulating and pestering her with questions in equal measure. A Cantônian woman would be shunned for the display, but it seems the odd quirks of foreign women are tolerated by most and found fascinating by others.

”Ah, the bear of Andrei.” You hadn’t noticed the large man sidle up to you. Blunt features on a wizened face regard you curiously. The man, who you assume is the Lord Alderauge that Jean spoke of, mutters. ”I saw a white cub last winter. It had a coat of gold and black by the old river mill.”

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>”Yes. Right. I didn’t realise you could find white bears outside of Norsikaa.” And they certainly don’t wear coats. His Lordship must be touched in the head. [Haughty]

>”Is that… poetry, Your Lordship?” You must confess that the nobles of Romaine stick to more physical pursuits. The esoteric arts are left to those of the feminine persuasion. [Hearty]

>”Sir Emile Andrei, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please forgive my sorry appearance.” Hopefully good manners will brush past that rather odd conversation starter. [Idealist]

>>3568982
>”Sir Emile Andrei, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please forgive my sorry appearance.” Hopefully good manners will brush past that rather odd conversation starter. [Idealist]

>>3568982
>>”Sir Emile Andrei, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please forgive my sorry appearance.” Hopefully good manners will brush past that rather odd conversation starter. [Idealist]

>>3568982
>”Sir Emile Andrei, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please forgive my sorry appearance.” Hopefully good manners will brush past that rather odd conversation starter. [Idealist]

>>3568982
>”Sir Emile Andrei, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please forgive my sorry appearance.” Hopefully good manners will brush past that rather odd conversation starter. [Idealist]
Did he just throw code word at us?

>>3568982
He's talking about Damien I'm sure. Who do we know would have gold and black as their colors?

>>3568982
>”Sir Emile Andrei, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please forgive my sorry appearance.” Hopefully good manners will brush past that rather odd conversation starter. [Idealist]

>>3568982
>”Sir Emile Andrei, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please forgive my sorry appearance.” Hopefully good manners will brush past that rather odd conversation starter. [Idealist]
>>3568996 Yeah, probably.

>>3568982
>”Yes. Right. I didn’t realise you could find white bears outside of Norsikaa.” And they certainly don’t wear coats. His Lordship must be touched in the head. [Haughty]

remember we're bad at courtly things

>>3568996
Forgive me, I'm a dense American but I see that Lord Alderauge's colors are gold and black. Is he trying to say that our brother is working for him now?

>>3568982
>>”Sir Emile Andrei, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please forgive my sorry appearance.” Hopefully good manners will brush past that rather odd conversation starter. [Idealist]

>>3568982
The colours of Black and Gold are the colours of the Roiguard. He's telling us where the Prince is keeping the wolf.

> "Oh? A fortuitous encounter, white cubs are rare enough. Dangerous when they have their heavy winter coats on, though. It's often best if they are left free to roam unless your hunt has significant strength of arms."

Fuck challenging the Roiguard.

>>3569128
Wait, Roiguard are red, black and gold.

Still keeping the write-in though, maybe add

> "Oh? A fortuitous encounter, white cubs are rare enough. Dangerous when they have their heavy winter coats on, though. It's often best if they are left free to roam unless your hunt has significant strength of arms. Perhaps we could share tales later of our encounters with such beasts, I myself recently had an encounter with a chitinous horror that luckily was not a match for my strength of arms, though I wouldn't have said no to have my current companions with me at the time. A tale worth telling, if I do say so myself, over a flagon with a friend."

We should see if he's willing to talk to us in private about this, we can dress it up as an eager young Knight being a bit of a braggart about his first achievement. That also gives Lord Alderauge the opportunity to reject us politely without loss of face.

Or not. It's just one vote here.

>>3569136
Fuck it, I'll vote for it.
Supporting

>>3569136
Supporting

>>3569136
Voting for this one, my dudes.

>>3569231
>>3569168
Probably wouldn't hurt to add another post for security's sake.

>>3569128
supportan

>>3569136
Supporting for the galaxy brain write-in

>>3569136
lmao. supporting

>>3569136
Sure, good mix if haughty and idealistic.

>>3569136
Kek. Support

inb4 we come off as insane

>>3569291
Compared to the old dude babbling about cubs he's seen randomly?

Probs a mix of being a bit of a braggart while also humoring an elderly man who's a bit soft in the head.

But since we're apparently speaking in code, it's even better if people underestimate us.

The only way it can go terribly wrong is if we have to roll for some reason because the die gods are fickle.

>>3569128
I don't think this is about the wolf. The wolf wasn't white was he?

>>3569236
Oh ok

>>3569128
Why the fuck would he tell us about the wolf?

>>3569136
Supporting

Also this >>3566729
is me

>>3569136
ill change to back this as well

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>[Write-in]

"Oh?” You say with a forced casualness, thinking rapidly. You suspect that there may be more to Lord Alderauge’s words than the ramblings of an old man. ”A fortuitous encounter, white cubs are rare enough. Dangerous when they have their heavy winter coats on, though. It's often best if they are left free to roam unless your hunt has significant strength of arms.”

You glance at His Lordship as you speak, gauging his reaction. His blank face is scrunched in an expression that could easily be bemusement or careful consideration.

”Perhaps we could share tales later of our encounters with such beasts, I myself recently had an encounter with a chitinous horror that luckily was not a match for my strength of arms, though I wouldn't have said no to have my current companions with me at the time.” His Lordship grunts, so at least he’s listening. You press on, hoping you don’t sound ten parts a fool. ”A tale worth telling, if I do say so myself, over a flagon with a friend.”

A few seconds pass where you worry that you’ve entirely misunderstood His Lordship’s meaning, and come off as some rambling braggart. But finally the stone-faced northern Lord gives a sound halfway between a chuckle and a snort.

”Fuck me dead. You’re no fool then, just new to this dangerous little game of ours. Perhaps we shall speak again, as friends. Perhaps not.” Lord Alderauge shrugs, turns and leaves, but not without a parting remark. ”Should you find the white cub, be -sure- to give him my regards.”

”What was that all about?” A curious Tracker Jean appears at your shoulder, belt heavy with her new coin.

”You know, Miss Jean…” You mutter, watching the man’s heavy furred coat billow behind him in this all-too warm springs weather. ”…I really couldn’t say…”

[1/2]

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>>3570662

”Right. Anyway, let’s introduce you to a couple of the fellas.” Jean brushes off the mystery with her usual brusqueness, steering you toward a few faces still milling around the area. ”These here are some of my go-to guys when Pop sends his boys with their horseflesh through those Torwatcher gates of yours.”

You don’t bother pointing out that the Törwatcher Gates are Montbrun, not Romaine. If she even cares for the Duchy distinctions. In any case, you’re quickly made busy with the introductions. It’s an odd mix of well-to-do horse merchants and the occasional noble horse-nut as they’re called. Jean vouches for you with each of them, saying you’re as good as you’re word and dealing dirty with you will be as if they’ve dealt dirty with her. You’re unused to seeing the obvious respect this foreign woman commands here, even from a few men of purer blood, clearly the Tracker name is as good as gold as far as horse-trading circle’s are concerned. You find yourself enjoying your chats with the fellow horse-crazy nobles, most aren’t as harsh on your amateur interest as Tracker Jean was. Eventually Jean pulls you aside with a business proposition of her own.

”So here’s the long and short, Em.” Tracker Jean speaks with the easy confidence of a merchant who is offering a buyer a deal that’s practically a crime against the seller. To be perfectly honest, the details of economics and bartering bore you somewhat compared to the excitement of the Grenoble caravan’s firesale. Tracker Jean is obviously not averse to some measured risk-taking but you don’t think she would steer your astray. Especially when her own money is also at stake. ”I’m due up at those mountains at Gabriel’s Gate to meet with the family’s latest drive next season, and I can double down on the profit by buying some luxury items and trading them there. I’ve made some mint coin on Fat Man Keyes’ caravan, but I’ll need more if I want to buy the goods Freetown folk want in bulk. Now’s the time to lock in your shares at bin bargain values, it’s a surefire thing.”

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>>3570666

[3/3]

> Tracker Jean status is now COMRADE status. While she thinks you’re something of a dunce when it comes to figuring out women, you at least have the attitude she’s looking for in a business partner.
> GAINED Aubrey Trade Contact: Royal Stables. You now have trade contacts in Grenoble, Aubrey and Gabriel’s Gate. Investing in a venture where you have trade contacts in both starting point and destination results in higher chances of a successful outcome.

Tracker Jean’s Convoy

Tracker Jean’s proposal is to buy luxury items in Aubrey, sell them at the Cantôn/Wasteland border at Gabriel’s Gate for quality horseflesh and return with them to the markets of Aubrey. Jean is offering you the option to buy in at a generous rate of 1 Wealth: 2 Shares. If successful, this venture will take several months to come to fruition. You will not be able to gain your share of the profits until you return to Aubrey.

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1) Do you invest in Tracker Jean’s Convoy
> You’re actually starting to enjoy this burgher business despite yourself. [Buy shares (How many?)]
> I have neither the time nor the coin for this grubby merchant-talk right now. [Don’t buy shares.]

2) Tomorrow you meet the de Moray and the pilgrims. Do you purchase any last-minute item from the Aubrey markets before you leave?
> Yes, we may need… [Name purchase]
> I will not part with a single coin. [No purchase]

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Also posting the Aubrey market with Falcon/Hound updates.

>>3570667
>> You’re actually starting to enjoy this burgher business despite yourself. [Buy shares (How many?)]
2 shares.
> I will not part with a single coin. [No purchase]

>>3570667
>I have neither the time nor the coin for this grubby merchant-talk right now. [Don’t buy shares.]
>I will not part with a single coin. [No purchase]

>>3570667
> You’re actually starting to enjoy this burgher business despite yourself. [Buy shares (4)]

> I will not part with a single coin. [No purchase]
We have a year to pay off our debts right?

>>3570681
>We have a year to pay off our debts right?

Yes if you wish to build good relations with the Grenoble moneylenders. If not, the interest will accrue incrementally and their demands will become more insistent. Paying it back on time will avoid further interest and open up options for larger loans.

>>3570667
> You’re actually starting to enjoy this burgher business despite yourself. [Buy shares (How many?)]
2

> I will not part with a single coin. [No purchase]
Pretty sure we're good right?

>>3570667
> You’re actually starting to enjoy this burgher business despite yourself. [Buy shares (How many?)]
2
> I will not part with a single coin. [No purchase]

>>3570667
> You’re actually starting to enjoy this burgher business despite yourself. [Buy shares (How many?)]
2
> I will not part with a single coin. [No purchase]

>>3570667
> You’re actually starting to enjoy this burgher business despite yourself. [Buy shares (How many?)]
2
> I will not part with a single coin. [No purchase]

>>3570667
> You’re actually starting to enjoy this burgher business despite yourself. [Buy shares (How many?)]
2 shares
> I will not part with a single coin. [No purchase]

I guess if we do invest we will have to come back through Aubrey before leaving for Cathagi. Can't let profits go sitting and then we can send payment to Grenoble for our debt.

>>3570667
>> You’re actually starting to enjoy this burgher business despite yourself. [Buy shares (How many?)]
2
> I will not part with a single coin.
jew

>>3570667
> You’re actually starting to enjoy this burgher business despite yourself. [Buy shares (How many?)]
2

> I will not part with a single coin. [No purchase]

I think we got everything we need provided we stick to main or at least civilised regions.

>>3570667
>> I have neither the time nor the coin for this grubby merchant-talk right now. [Don’t buy shares.]
>> I will not part with a single coin. [No purchase]

Lets save our shekels.

>>3570789
what are we shekel knight?

Not going to bother voting because everyone already voted for what I wanted

>>3570801
seems like we're down that path sorta. jew if you do, jew if you don't. if we invest that's jewy, and if we moneygrub that's also jewy.

>>3570667
oh yeah and

1) 2 shares
2) no purchase

>>3570667
> You’re actually starting to enjoy this burgher business despite yourself. [Buy shares (How many?)]
4
> I will not part with a single coin. [No purchase]

>>3570801
I feel we grown to appreciate the benefits of trade and business and aren't above partake in them when given the chance, but not at the cost of our principles or the lives of others.

>>3570688
We'll only be able to return the money when we return to the area? Or is there some sort of guild that handles transfers in city to city.

>>3571694
There are associations of sorts in all duchies for merchants, but only Pascae are they advanced enough to form established guilds with both practical and political clout. It shouldn’t be an issue to settle your debts within the same duchy, but any further than that and you would have to pay to secure the safe arrival of the money.

Much like a delivery quest, except you’re the quest giver.

>>3571765
Otherwise in this case, we could entrust the return of our loan to the returning caravan since currently we're in a different duchy, right?

>>3571808
Tracker Jeans convoy won’t take her through Romaine lands either, if I’m reading that map right. Gabriel’s Gate is at the very middle of the Montbrun mountain ranges.

>>3571876
Got a link to the map?

>>3571940
It's in the thread

>>3571940
Yep >>3570667

>>3572010
>>3572025
My Bad, missed it.

Probably on the way back from Fallavon, we should try to stop by. Especially before we leave our shores to cathagi. If we really can't by then, we should arrange for a courier to repay our debt since we will likely be taking up our post as the dragonguard.

>>3570667
>1) Do you invest in Tracker Jean’s Convoy
>> You’re actually starting to enjoy this burgher business despite yourself. [Buy shares (How many?)

4 shares for 2 wealth.

> 2) Tomorrow you meet the de Moray and the pilgrims. Do you purchase any last-minute item from the Aubrey markets before you leave?

Nah we good for now.

Clearly, though, having money is important to success in life, especially keeping it.

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(1)
> -1 Wealth
> +2 Shares in Tracker Jean's Convoy

(2)
> I will not part with a single coin. [No purchase]
Really? Not even Ranger Gear? Alright...

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Remember, you asked for this.

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It takes the entirety of your walk back from the Royal Stables to hash out the details and your part of the contribution, but by nightfall you have a deal.

"This is it then." Tracker Jean halts some distance from the entrance to the Lion's Mane Inn, hands on hips.

"Aren't you staying here?" You pause as well. The sun may have set but the light and noise from the Inn illuminates the courtyard.

"Nah, just the first night. This kind of place is too ritzy for a girl like me. I've got a little place in the city, don't you worry."

"I'm leaving in the morning."

"So I hear."

"We probably won't see each other for some time."

"You're probably right."

"I guess this is farewell."

"You bet." Jean sticks out her gloved hand. "Until next time, partner."

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>"Safe travels, partner. Until we meet again." You leave with a handshake, the rest remains unspoken. [Haughty]

>"Look Miss Jean, about the other night..." You should come clean. Better that than leaving thing in this confused state. [Idealist]

>"Jean..." Sod it all, you idiot. Kiss the girl, damn your eyes! [Hearty]

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>>3572415
>>3572416
fug

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>3572417
>"Safe travels, partner. Until we meet again." You leave with a handshake, the rest remains unspoken. [Haughty]

>>3572417
>>"Safe travels, partner. Until we meet again." You leave with a handshake, the rest remains unspoken. [Haughty]

Nope. Not again.

>>3572417
>"Jean..." Sod it all, you idiot. Kiss the girl, damn your eyes! [Hearty]
If we die to monsters I want a last kiss.

>>3572417
>>"Safe travels, partner. Until we meet again." You leave with a handshake, the rest remains unspoken. [Haughty]

>>3572417
>>"Safe travels, partner. Until we meet again." You leave with a handshake, the rest remains unspoken. [Haughty]

>>3572417
>"Safe travels, partner. Until we meet again." You leave with a handshake, the rest remains unspoken. [Haughty]

>>3572417
>>"Look Miss Jean, about the other night..." You should come clean. Better that than leaving thing in this confused state. [Idealist]

I want to move on from puppy dog lover to being a man with history.

>>3572417
>"Safe travels, partner. Until we meet again." You leave with a handshake, the rest remains unspoken. [Haughty]

>>3572417
>>"Safe travels, partner. Until we meet again." You leave with a handshake, the rest remains unspoken. [Haughty]

>>3572417
>>"Jean..." Sod it all, you idiot. Kiss the girl, damn your eyes! [Hearty]
Remember the tale of Sir Emile, a kiss from a woman would bring us luck in our journey.

>>3572488
>the tale of Emile
>While playing Emile

>>3572417
>"Safe travels, partner. Until we meet again." You leave with a handshake, the rest remains unspoken. [Haughty

>>3572507
Crap

>>3572417
>"Safe travels, partner. Until we meet again." You leave with a handshake, the rest remains unspoken. [Haughty]
Don't complicate things.

>>3572417
>>"Jean..." Sod it all, you idiot. Kiss the girl, damn your eyes! [Hearty]

>>3572417
>"Jean..." Sod it all, you idiot. Kiss the girl, damn your eyes! [Hearty]

Robots everywhere.

>>3572575
It can feel like that can't it.

>>3572417
Caught up with the quest.

It hasn't been long after Emile reacted to his friend's marriage to a common-born girl. He will meet a woman worthy of his station eventually but for now
>"Safe travels, partner. Until we meet again." You leave with a handshake, the rest remains unspoken. [Haughty]

>>3572575
>>3572585
So now there is something wrong with wanting to keep things strictly business with Jean? I see divides coming. Everyone is going to have their preferred girl or fag
Right now we have the jeanfags, the slaverfags and the outright fags. I honestly wouldn't mind giving Norveski another shot. Strong Romani woman for the Bear of Andrei. After we get better at this whole suitor thing, of course.

>>3572737
Slaverfag here. I still think it's crazy to pump and dump. It just doesn't fit.

>>3572748
>Just finish slaughtering goatboys
>Make a boatload of cash
>Get caught up in excitement
It's honestly the most reasonable pump and dump you could expect out of Emile. It's the aftermath that is shit fest. It wasn't that Emile wanted to end things but that we were a giant pussy about it. And doing all this sappy crap with Jean would just make it worse.

>>3572737
It's less that and more almost every vote has been heavily weighted towards one option with no discourse about each option which can spur one paranoia.

Especially since most were apparently okay with having Jean as a one night stand personally I want to see if their is a relationship worth developing a as we grow properly into our knighthood, weither it be a Daughter of an important noble or a unorthodox woman similar to Tracker Jean who for her part I feel is a done and dusted relationship

>>3572748
It's less of a dump and dump and more of a amicable departure, particularly as she made it clear it wasnt something she was keenly intrested in given our stance on Canton culture and it clashing with her lifestyle.

>>3572759
>It's less that and more almost every vote has been heavily weighted towards one option with no discourse about each option which can spur one paranoia
This has been relatively true this thread. I wouldn't say that so much in previous threads. I don't get the feel that all the regular participants have returned from the hiatus.

>>3572417
>"Jean..." Sod it all, you idiot. Kiss the girl, damn your eyes! [Hearty]

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>>3572762
Even so the lack of divergence in votes is suspiciously one note.

I may be indulging in said paranoia a tad

>>3572753
I don't think it's weird that he slept with her. I just think it's weird that he's being forced to be a passive bitch about it now because some people can't look at things outside of a VN route-lock mindset. I agree on the unorthodox woman. It adds a lot of flavor to the vanilla-knight vibe.

>>3572417
>"Look Miss Jean, about the other night..." You should come clean. Better that than leaving thing in this confused state. [Idealist]

The pain is necessary. It probably won't work and she'll laugh at us, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't *try*.

>>3572511
Should have bought that ranger gear.

>>3572770
I don't disagree that we need some variance overall, although I'm not putting on the tin foil just yet. I think in this instance it's best to just put it behind us and move on. Another argument over Jean would have me gouging my eyes out

>"Safe travels, partner. Until we meet again." You leave with a handshake, the rest remains unspoken. [Haughty]

durr guys we just fucked her durr it's not like we want to get into a long-term relationship or anything but it's cowardly to do anything other than that durr

>>3572785
Let it be a learning experince, Emiles grown up in a relatively civilised part of Canton, hes not used to the prospect of living rugged.

>>3572786
Agreed Jean as a topic is just done

>>3572799
You only learn if you survive.

>>3572795
Andre is a self cuck. This is why we had to buy courtship re-rolls instead of getting bonuses with write ins. This is why we will never get Best Girl, no matter who that turns out to be, and will end up with some Noble Thot who married us for money or status and has probably been slamming the stable boys since she was 14.

>>3572810
Yeah well luckily Emile ain't no 0l pushover in combat.

>and will end up with some Noble Thot who married us for money or status and has probably been slamming the stable boys since she was 14.

Who hurt you Anon?

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>>3572810
damn this lil boy mad

>>3572417
>"Safe travels, partner. Until we meet again." You leave with a handshake, the rest remains unspoken. [Haughty]

>>3572814
Re-read this thread whenever Jean comes up and you'll see who hurt me.

>>3572417
>>"Safe travels, partner. Until we meet again." You leave with a handshake, the rest remains unspoken. [Haughty]

This thot is beneath us.

>>3572828
Justifiably so. Don't worry, though, I also enjoy the reaction when people's choices catch up to them.

I honestly could care less about who we waifu, true love is found on the battlefield between brothers in arms.

It's just irksome that people either just want to "win" over a ship that's sailed, or run away without facing the issue like a coward.

But that's fine too. Just, when Andre ends up like how I said, remember that I called it.

>>3572836
No, she was on top if I recall.

>>3572852
>run away without facing the issue like a coward
We've done no such thing. We ended the tryst, even if we went about it like a fag. We have nothing more to add unless we want to continue being a bitch. Our best course is stop addressing it and MOVE ON. Be a fucking man for Almighty's sake.

>>3572868
Maybe if we weren't still in business and trusting her with our wealth while we go away for a couple of years.

You say it's moving on, I say it's running away.

>>3572417
>"Safe travels, partner. Until we meet again." You leave with a handshake, the rest remains unspoken. [Haughty]
I wanna be a rowbutt girlyman too!

>>3572416
Going to be honest with you Forgotten, after this long hiatus it would have been nice to have a warning of how crappy the roads in Fallavon are. I assumed that at least the main road would be relatively safe.

If you put it somewhere and we all missed it then I'll just shut up and look like a fool.

>>3572417
>"Safe travels, partner. Until we meet again." You leave with a handshake, the rest remains unspoken. [Haughty]

>>3573014
I don't think it's that the roads are unsafe but that Fallavon is known as being the land of the Fae. There will be monsters, that's why the pilgrims need protection. What Forgotten is assuming though is that we will go track them down. We can always stick to the road and take care of whatever wants to come to us

>>3572417
>>"Safe travels, partner. Until we meet again." You leave with a handshake, the rest remains unspoken. [Haughty]