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>>3599087

Many years from now. Not far from home.

”I like the bit with the horse.” The freckle faced girl beams at the bard at the end of his account of the Sir Andrei and the Wodenaki.

”Oh yes, a knight is nothing without his noble steed to lend him aid.” The man smiles back ”And now we get to the tournament. Ah tournaments. You just have to love them. The colours of penants, the shine of polished plate, thunder of hooves and the crash of that moment of impact!”

”I ent never been to one…” The boy beside him grumbles.

”I’m sure you one day will. In times of peace a good lord can’t go too long without a tournament, lest his skill grow dull and others forget his prowess.” The stranger pats the lad on the head as he takes up his lute again. ”Brave Sir Andrei had been to tournaments before yes, but never as a contestant. His first tourney was to be in somewhat provincial environs, considered a practice-bout by many for that the Grand Tournament hosted by the Duchess. But even the smallest gathering of knights sparks rivalry, friendly and less so alike. And this was to be no different…”

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Monegan, 28th Day of Savrimun, 883 A.C.E., Fallavon Holdings, Late-Night

”You Romani have… experience… with these things?” You nod at Brother Jacob’s question. ”The kill is yours. Or rather, you horse’s if we are being uncharitable. What should we do with…it?”

You squat in front of the creature’s face. Skinnier and more wretched in the good light than it seemed a few moments before. It’s so…pitiful. A glimmer of something dangling from the antler catches your eye. You lean closer and, with some care, pluck it from the sharp thistle of bone.

It’s a token of some sort. The tell-tale white bark of an Aeltin Tree, sacred to the Fae, carved into a complex symbol resembling… you don’t know what it is really. The string is frayed, spattered with long-dried blood. Did this belong to a previous victim of the beast? You have the strangest urge to keep it, despite the little necklace probably being nothing more than refuse.

>GAIN Lucky Charm (50DC chance to grant 1 Combat Re-Roll prior to combat start.)

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>SELECTED
>Bring wood and oil

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>>3599092

>As far as the trinket goes, Sir Andrei intends keep it for now and have the church later verify that it isn't anything more sinister than a pagan luck charm.


"Bring wood and oil" You ensure that the pilgrims gather every shred of the creature's remains and cast it into the growing bonfire, none feel inclined to take bloody souvenirs once you make the threat of taint clear.

The inhuman wails of the horrid thing only mount as the remnants are put to the torch, croaky rasping . Rasping croakily, its empty sockets stare at you from the flames. "SKKREEEAaaashkakak...kak....kak..."

The rattling sound gives you a chill that goes beyond the cold winds of tonight.

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>>3599095

Tunegan, 6th Day of Ovrimun, 883 A.C.E., Mid-morning at the crossroads.

It's been a week since you slew the Wodenaki and continued north further into Fallavon. The pilgrims still jump at every sound in the woods and the regular double watches have been taking their toll on you and the other knights. So far, no further attacks.

Last night you had the good fortune to come across an inn worthy of the name, located that the crossroads of the King's Highway and several other roads trickling like arteries across the southern Fallavon lands. "The Badger's Bluff" may have been fairly provincial in it's service standards, but compared to the roadside living of the past two weeks it has been utter luxury. No hot bath, more's the pity, but the cool nearby stream serves just as well. The stoned wall coated in moss circles the inn and a fair portion of field, designing with pilgrim campsites in mind no doubt, as the place is full to capacity. That wall, good eating and a real bed with a full night's sleep has worked wonders.

You are coming across traffic more regularly now, other bands of pilgrims that have also made the journey and tagging along with more protected groups such as yours when they come across them or making do with night-marches to the nearest inn when caught out in the wilderness. None have reported being the victim of similar attacks and, being predominantly of Fallavon origin themselves, they usually knew the closest safe harbour in any case. Father Towbray and Sister Ignatius thank the Almighty that their own group that did come under attack was blessed with the protection of the knights, and that other pilgrims have been left alone. Sir Rabe wryly remarks that, if there were indeed other pilgrims travelling alone or in small groups that were hunted, it's unlikely that any of them would survived to inform the Father and Sister otherwise.

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>>3599096

[3/3]

Ahead the King's Highway continues roughly North-West, Motte-Fallavon being about a day away. A trail forking west will take you to Lord Duncan's lands, where the tourney is being held. The preparations for the Motte-Fallavon Festival in a week will be well underway, while the tournament is set to commence the day after tomorrow.

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>"Brother Jacob, this is where we part ways for now. You and the pilgrims should reach Motte-Fallavon ere nightfall." Arriving at the tourney early will give you a chance to mingle with your peers, scout the opposition and rest up Hannibal. [Haughty]

>"Father Towbray, Sister Ignatius. Perhaps I can prevail upon you for a slight detour?" With traffic heavy with pilgrims this time of year, a few more probably won't afford the host. The trouble will be convincing the pilgrims themselves, they won't want to risk being late to the Motte-Fallavon festival. [Hearty]

>"Go on, Karlaus. I shall be there no later than tomorrow." You won't have time to give Hannibal much rest or take a look at the opposition, but you mean to see the pilgrims safely to Motte-Fallavon with your own eyes. [Idealist]

I know this is the first vote but if I suspect samefagging I -will- call a recast which will slow us all down.

Play fair, kniggas. Tourneys ain't nothing but plumes and damsels.

>>3599100
>"Go on, Karlaus. I shall be there no later than tomorrow." You won't have time to give Hannibal much rest or take a look at the opposition, but you mean to see the pilgrims safely to Motte-Fallavon with your own eyes. [Idealist]

Duty first.

>>3599100
>>"Go on, Karlaus. I shall be there no later than tomorrow." You won't have time to give Hannibal much rest or take a look at the opposition, but you mean to see the pilgrims safely to Motte-Fallavon with your own eyes. [Idealist]
"His might upholds the weak."

>>3599100
>>"Go on, Karlaus. I shall be there no later than tomorrow." You won't have time to give Hannibal much rest or take a look at the opposition, but you mean to see the pilgrims safely to Motte-Fallavon with your own eyes. [Idealist]
Get Karlaus to scout the opposition for us.

>>3599100
>>"Go on, Karlaus. I shall be there no later than tomorrow." You won't have time to give Hannibal much rest or take a look at the opposition, but you mean to see the pilgrims safely to Motte-Fallavon with your own eyes. [Idealist]
It ain't over till it's over so let's make sure they get there safely.

>>3599100
>>"Go on, Karlaus. I shall be there no later than tomorrow." You won't have time to give Hannibal much rest or take a look at the opposition, but you mean to see the pilgrims safely to Motte-Fallavon with your own eyes. [Idealist]

We don't half ass our jobs, no matter how much we want to get to the tourney

>>3599100
>>"Go on, Karlaus. I shall be there no later than tomorrow." You won't have time to give Hannibal much rest or take a look at the opposition, but you mean to see the pilgrims safely to Motte-Fallavon with your own eyes. [Idealist]

Duty before Glory

Though if Karlaus decides to scout for us that would be much appreciated

>>3599100
>"Go on, Karlaus. I shall be there no later than tomorrow." You won't have time to give Hannibal much rest or take a look at the opposition, but you mean to see the pilgrims safely to Motte-Fallavon with your own eyes. [Idealist]

>>3599100
>"Go on, Karlaus. I shall be there no later than tomorrow." You won't have time to give Hannibal much rest or take a look at the opposition, but you mean to see the pilgrims safely to Motte-Fallavon with your own eyes. [Idealist]
"Local Knight relaxes fo 2 seconds, gets 25 pilgrims killed by a stay rabbit.

>>3599100
>"Go on, Karlaus. I shall be there no later than tomorrow." You won't have time to give Hannibal much rest or take a look at the opposition, but you mean to see the pilgrims safely to Motte-Fallavon with your own eyes. [Idealist]

"Do try avoid taking down all opposition, I would hate to arrive and see that I have no one else to compete against but you."
A little banter could do nice.

>>3599100
>"Go on, Karlaus. I shall be there no later than tomorrow." You won't have time to give Hannibal much rest or take a look at the opposition, but you mean to see the pilgrims safely to Motte-Fallavon with your own eyes. [Idealist]
Surely forgotten wouldn't kill a plethora of pilgrims in the short matter of a day... But still we better see them all the way safely

>>3599100
>"Go on, Karlaus. I shall be there no later than tomorrow." You won't have time to give Hannibal much rest or take a look at the opposition, but you mean to see the pilgrims safely to Motte-Fallavon with your own eyes. [Idealist]

Since we already lost one it's best to do this.

>>3599100
>"Go on, Karlaus. I shall be there no later than tomorrow." You won't have time to give Hannibal much rest or take a look at the opposition, but you mean to see the pilgrims safely to Motte-Fallavon with your own eyes. [Idealist]

We are over protective knight-kun.

>>3599100
>"Go on, Karlaus. I shall be there no later than tomorrow." You won't have time to give Hannibal much rest or take a look at the opposition, but you mean to see the pilgrims safely to Motte-Fallavon with your own eyes. [Idealist]

>>3599100
>"Go on, Karlaus. I shall be there no later than tomorrow." You won't have time to give Hannibal much rest or take a look at the opposition, but you mean to see the pilgrims safely to Motte-Fallavon with your own eyes. [Idealist]

>"Go on, Karlaus. I shall be there no later than tomorrow." You won't have time to give Hannibal much rest or take a look at the opposition, but you mean to see the pilgrims safely to Motte-Fallavon with your own eyes. [Idealist]

Imagine how we would look if we left them at the last minute and something happened. It may be unlikely, but the risk isn't worth taking.

>>3599100
>>"Go on, Karlaus. I shall be there no later than tomorrow." You won't have time to give Hannibal much rest or take a look at the opposition, but you mean to see the pilgrims safely to Motte-Fallavon with your own eyes. [Idealist]

>>3599100
>"Go on, Karlaus. I shall be there no later than tomorrow." You won't have time to give Hannibal much rest or take a look at the opposition, but you mean to see the pilgrims safely to Motte-Fallavon with your own eyes. [Idealist]

I can't recall the last overwhelmingly unanimous vote we had. Posting the next update a little early.

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>"Go on, Karlaus. I shall be there no later than tomorrow." You won't have time to give Hannibal much rest or take a look at the opposition, but you mean to see the pilgrims safely to Motte-Fallavon with your own eyes. [Idealist]
>Your relations with the Knights Comitas has improved. The loss of one pilgrim is unfortunate but you were not to blame, and the death was ultimately avenged. The route is safer for your presence and your companion Holy Knights appreciate that you are taking your promise of assistance seriously.
>As you have no spare horse, this does hurt your chances with the joust as Hannibal won't be fully rested.

"Go on, Karlaus. I shall be there no later than tomorrow.”

”Oh please don’t leave me alone with those Fallavon tree-dancers.” Your friend grumbles, but his heart isn’t in it. Probably happy he’ll get to tell the story of the earlier fight without your ‘realism’ curbing a good story. ”I can’t stand the chit-chat and pleasantries before the fight.”

”No later than tomorrow. I promise.” You pat him on the back good-naturedly. ”Cheer up, friend. Try to look as them less like courtly peers and more like marked prey, search for weaknesses. Any smug looks they give you will no doubt wilt under your lance come the tourney.”

”Well, you have a point.” Sir Rabe grins, doubtless already imagining some soft southern flower sent flying into the dirt. ”Tomorrow then, friend. Safe journey.”

"Do try avoid taking down all opposition, I would hate to arrive and see that I have no one else to compete against but you." You call after him, smiling despite yourself. You really do hope he doesn’t start fighting before the actual games.

The Montbrun knight waves back, twisting in his saddle. ”Oh don’t worry. I’ll save you for last!”

Brother-Sergeant Jacob says nothing as you rejoin the group, having sunken back into his comfortable sullenness. All the same, he does give you an approving nod.

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Although you welcome the approval of the Knights Comitas, now that Karlaus has left you find yourself somewhat starved for conversation that doesn’t involve berating Mikail for his manners or swordplay. At least the latter has somewhat improved. Although leery of philosophical discussions given that yours sister’s ran circles around you, much of the day is spent chatting with the leading pilgrim figures.

Father Towbray is actually a relative to one of the Montbrun Duchy families, though he forswore all familial claims to join the church. His fervour was unappreciated in the dour mountains, where folk like to be left much alone. He found a larger following with the Reclaimant Sect in Aubrey, who you find to your delight funders of further incursions into Ardenne. They work closely with the Order of the Broken Blade. It is good to hear the folk outside of Romaine haven’t given up on reclaiming your people’s lost lands.

Sister-Superior Ignatius by contrast is an orphan, left in a Romani sept at a tender young age and raised by the nuns there. The apolitical Knights Comitas has been a tremendous aid to her sisters, but she is frustrated with the constant politicking of the church itself. According to her they spend more time managing the Queen’s estates and grooming future Queens-in-Waiting than they do working for the common good of the people. Her mission is a small one, she fears it was funded more to get rid of her than out of genuine goodwill. The Abbess was happy enough to hear of her long and dangerous pilgrimage.

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Of course their conversation can’t go on too long without meandering back to the divisive opinions the two of them have. It appears to be over some minutiae of custom to do with the festival at Motte-Fallavon, and against your own good sense you answer their questions on what you will be doing at the festival.

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Any of these are considered an acceptable part of your pilgrimage. Obviously some paths are more difficult than others.

>“I will stand a vigil at the edges of the Motte-Fallavon Fields, safeguarding the merrymakers.” These days it is the Lord Fallavon himself who must offer his soldiers as protection, the presence of yourself and other knights on pilgrimage would be purely symbolic. [Haughty]

>“I will partake in the Festival of Fallavon’s Fields.” A celebration of life over death where nobles and commoners alike mingle, drink, dance and smoke over the very same ground where hundreds of thousands died to secure mankind’s dominance on the continent. [Hearty]

>“I will bear a Blue Lantern with the Order of Names, and go into the forest in search of our lost brothers.” Another symbolic gesture, where lanterns are lit to guide those slain back to friendly lines. But such ventures are known to risk haunting visions on top of the usual dangers of the forest, even in the heart of Motte-Fallavon territory. [Idealist]

>>3600150
>>“I will bear a Blue Lantern with the Order of Names, and go into the forest in search of our lost brothers.” Another symbolic gesture, where lanterns are lit to guide those slain back to friendly lines. But such ventures are known to risk haunting visions on top of the usual dangers of the forest, even in the heart of Motte-Fallavon territory. [Idealist]

Haunting Visions sound really cool right now.

>>3600150
>>“I will bear a Blue Lantern with the Order of Names, and go into the forest in search of our lost brothers.” Another symbolic gesture, where lanterns are lit to guide those slain back to friendly lines. But such ventures are known to risk haunting visions on top of the usual dangers of the forest, even in the heart of Motte-Fallavon territory. [Idealist]

>>3600150
>“I will partake in the Festival of Fallavon’s Fields.” A celebration of life over death where nobles and commoners alike mingle, drink, dance and smoke over the very same ground where hundreds of thousands died to secure mankind’s dominance on the continent. [Hearty]

>>3600150
>>“I will bear a Blue Lantern with the Order of Names, and go into the forest in search of our lost brothers.” Another symbolic gesture, where lanterns are lit to guide those slain back to friendly lines. But such ventures are known to risk haunting visions on top of the usual dangers of the forest, even in the heart of Motte-Fallavon territory. [Idealist]

>>3600150
>“I will bear a Blue Lantern with the Order of Names, and go into the forest in search of our lost brothers.” Another symbolic gesture, where lanterns are lit to guide those slain back to friendly lines. But such ventures are known to risk haunting visions on top of the usual dangers of the forest, even in the heart of Motte-Fallavon territory. [Idealist]

We tend to go all the way when it comes to our pilgrimages and I like it.

Also my social volleyball team won the grand final last night so I’m pretty stoked.

A winrar is me.

>>3600150
>“I will partake in the Festival of Fallavon’s Fields.” A celebration of life over death where nobles and commoners alike mingle, drink, dance and smoke over the very same ground where hundreds of thousands died to secure mankind’s dominance on the continent. [Hearty]

Get spooked Deadmen.

Hey, so we gonna get that amulet checked out by anyone?

>>3600150
>>“I will bear a Blue Lantern with the Order of Names, and go into the forest in search of our lost brothers.” Another symbolic gesture, where lanterns are lit to guide those slain back to friendly lines. But such ventures are known to risk haunting visions on top of the usual dangers of the forest, even in the heart of Motte-Fallavon territory. [Idealist]

>>3599263
This is me bee-tee-dubs.

>>3600150
>“I will bear a Blue Lantern with the Order of Names, and go into the forest in search of our lost brothers.” Another symbolic gesture, where lanterns are lit to guide those slain back to friendly lines. But such ventures are known to risk haunting visions on top of the usual dangers of the forest, even in the heart of Motte-Fallavon territory. [Idealist]
I would honestly get high and do this. Sounds like trippy fun.

>>3600218
Congrats bro

>>3600230
>Hey, so we gonna get that amulet checked out by anyone?
This should definitely be on our list to do while at the festival

>>3600150
>“I will bear a Blue Lantern with the Order of Names, and go into the forest in search of our lost brothers.” Another symbolic gesture, where lanterns are lit to guide those slain back to friendly lines. But such ventures are known to risk haunting visions on top of the usual dangers of the forest, even in the heart of Motte-Fallavon territory. [Idealist]
THE SMELL OF PLOT

>>3600150
>>“I will bear a Blue Lantern with the Order of Names, and go into the forest in search of our lost brothers.” Another symbolic gesture, where lanterns are lit to guide those slain back to friendly lines. But such ventures are known to risk haunting visions on top of the usual dangers of the forest, even in the heart of Motte-Fallavon territory. [Idealist]

>>3600150
>“I will bear a Blue Lantern with the Order of Names, and go into the forest in search of our lost brothers.” Another symbolic gesture, where lanterns are lit to guide those slain back to friendly lines. But such ventures are known to risk haunting visions on top of the usual dangers of the forest, even in the heart of Motte-Fallavon territory. [Idealist]

>>3600150
>>“I will bear a Blue Lantern with the Order of Names, and go into the forest in search of our lost brothers.” Another symbolic gesture, where lanterns are lit to guide those slain back to friendly lines. But such ventures are known to risk haunting visions on top of the usual dangers of the forest, even in the heart of Motte-Fallavon territory. [Idealist]

>>3600150
>>“I will bear a Blue Lantern with the Order of Names, and go into the forest in search of our lost brothers.” Another symbolic gesture, where lanterns are lit to guide those slain back to friendly lines. But such ventures are known to risk haunting visions on top of the usual dangers of the forest, even in the heart of Motte-Fallavon territory. [Idealist]

>>3600150
>>“I will partake in the Festival of Fallavon’s Fields.” A celebration of life over death where nobles and commoners alike mingle, drink, dance and smoke over the very same ground where hundreds of thousands died to secure mankind’s dominance on the continent. [Hearty]

>>3600150
>“I will bear a Blue Lantern with the Order of Names, and go into the forest in search of our lost brothers.” Another symbolic gesture, where lanterns are lit to guide those slain back to friendly lines. But such ventures are known to risk haunting visions on top of the usual dangers of the forest, even in the heart of Motte-Fallavon territory. [Idealist]
Visions? Sign me up!

>>3600150
>“I will bear a Blue Lantern with the Order of Names, and go into the forest in search of our lost brothers.” Another symbolic gesture, where lanterns are lit to guide those slain back to friendly lines. But such ventures are known to risk haunting visions on top of the usual dangers of the forest, even in the heart of Motte-Fallavon territory. [Idealist]

>>3600150
>“I will partake in the Festival of Fallavon’s Fields.” A celebration of life over death where nobles and commoners alike mingle, drink, dance and smoke over the very same ground where hundreds of thousands died to secure mankind’s dominance on the continent. [Hearty]

>>3600150
>“I will partake in the Festival of Fallavon’s Fields.” A celebration of life over death where nobles and commoners alike mingle, drink, dance and smoke over the very same ground where hundreds of thousands died to secure mankind’s dominance on the continent. [Hearty]

>>3600150
>>“I will partake in the Festival of Fallavon’s Fields.” A celebration of life over death where nobles and commoners alike mingle, drink, dance and smoke over the very same ground where hundreds of thousands died to secure mankind’s dominance on the continent. [Hearty]

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>>3601232
>>3601170
>>3600647
>>3600591
>>3600564
>>3600431
>>3600398
>>3600185
>>3600207
>>3600178
>>3600154

I’m probably being paranoid, we’re still early in the thread.

>>3601272
>>3600647
I was the new guy

>“I will partake in the Festival of Fallavon’s Fields.” A celebration of life over death where nobles and commoners alike mingle, drink, dance and smoke over the very same ground where hundreds of thousands died to secure mankind’s dominance on the continent. [Hearty]

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>>3601272
Idk. I phone post. One of the other 1 post votes for the previous vote would be mine then. Honestly, these aren't even controversial votes. You want to see some real samefagging and tears? Throw us into that festival and A Wild Waifu Appears! it. Chastityfags on suicide watch.

>>3601276
Hear ye, hear ye. Any who samefag shall have their balls slapped for a 1000 years in purgatory

>>3601272

One of those was my first vote of the thread.

I’m also the massive faggot last thread that was pointing out the issues with the combat mods

>>3601328
But what of the samefags that get off to getting their balls slapped?

>>3601272
Oh sorry forgotten but I pretty much never post in your threads.

>>3601325
I phone post but I make a point to only vote when I'm on my home network. Trying to keep the spergs from crying foul

>>3601340
Just castration?

Holy shit, Valour returns. Today is happy day indeed.

>>3600150

>“I will bear a Blue Lantern with the Order of Names, and go into the forest in search of our lost brothers.” Another symbolic gesture, where lanterns are lit to guide those slain back to friendly lines. But such ventures are known to risk haunting visions on top of the usual dangers of the forest, even in the heart of Motte-Fallavon territory. [Idealist]

Going with this one because even though standing vigil wold be neat, I REALLY want to see more of the lore regarding this ritual. Plus, it kind of suits Emile's more somber nature when it comes to the fallen.

>>3601370
>Just castration?
That might work. Although depending on the person, it might just end up leading back to summary execution just because of the amount of fetishes and kinks.
I suppose it would just have to be a case by case basis.

>>3601380
All who samefag shall be subject to the judgement of the Almighty

>>3601401
Amen to that.

>>3601272
Really? you are only getting paranoid now

>>3601340
Well, you probably get off to having your cock stroked. But you'd probably get sick of it after a few years.

>>3600150
will stand a vigil at the edges of the Motte-Fallavon Fields, safeguarding the merrymakers.” These days it is the Lord Fallavon himself who must offer his soldiers as protection, the presence of yourself and other knights on pilgrimage would be purely symbolic. [Haughty]

>>3601272
>>3601276
>>3601401

All I can think of in regards to accusations of same-fagging is Ivan Drago after he beat Apollo Creed right now.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WvAeWtyZ-uE

>>3600150
>>“I will bear a Blue Lantern with the Order of Names, and go into the forest in search of our lost brothers.” Another symbolic gesture, where lanterns are lit to guide those slain back to friendly lines. But such ventures are known to risk haunting visions on top of the usual dangers of the forest, even in the heart of Motte-Fallavon territory. [Idealist]

Cant believe i missed the start of the thread. Was busy rebingeing BCQ.

>>3600150
>“I will bear a Blue Lantern with the Order of Names, and go into the forest in search of our lost brothers.” Another symbolic gesture, where lanterns are lit to guide those slain back to friendly lines. But such ventures are known to risk haunting visions on top of the usual dangers of the forest, even in the heart of Motte-Fallavon territory. [Idealist]

>>3601276
Nah, you're not paranoid. You're right in being suspicious. The amount of votes has been usually less than 20. It rarely was more than that, so it's right to be suspicious. However, we're still early in this thread, and the vote doesn't seem like a contentious one. If 1 post IDs keep popping up however when we're no longer early in the thread, then it's a different story.

>>3601272
>>3600178
1 post id 'cause i never bothered to vote in the first update. seemed like a pretty clear cut vote without me

>>3601272
>>3601276
By the way, will the tourney have a melee competition? Or is it gonna be just a jousting tournament?

>>3601272

Forgotten, if we hired an archer, they would mechanically have the same benefits as getting ranger gear?

What kind of costs does hiring mercs incur beyond the signing fee?

>>3601547
>However, we're still early in this thread, and the vote doesn't seem like a contentious one.

which is funny because there was so much contention over keeping the charm and yet here we are with a vote for a very Fey option being a landslide win.

I smell something iffy going on.

>>3600150
>“I will partake in the Festival of Fallavon’s Fields.” A celebration of life over death where nobles and commoners alike mingle, drink, dance and smoke over the very same ground where hundreds of thousands died to secure mankind’s dominance on the continent. [Hearty]

New day, new thread

>>3601339
>massive faggot
Just because you, you know, pay attention to the system more than the QM?

>>3601346
No worries.

>>3601414
Just because I’m paranoid doesn’t me they’re not out to get me.

>>3601547
Fair point. Funny how I thought the Tourney-Escort choice was going to be the contentious one.

>>3601554
First day is archery, very popular in Fallavon. You will miss most of that, but you would have been spectating and chinwagging through most of it anyway.
Second day is the jousting, all day.
Third day is the melee, squires in the morning and knights in the afternoon.

>>3601555
The market price includes ongoing maintenance. You can -definitely- afford to keep a common hired sword indefinitely paid for the half the price of a purebred warhorse.
Going from then on your overall wealth status will dictate whether you can keep your hirelings happy with their salary.

>>3601565
Que?

The Order of Names is hardly pro-fae.

>>3601577
So their periodical salary would come from our wealth level? Interesting, thanks Forgotten.

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>>3601582
Nice try Fae boy

>>3600150
>“I will bear a Blue Lantern with the Order of Names, and go into the forest in search of our lost brothers.” Another symbolic gesture, where lanterns are lit to guide those slain back to friendly lines. But such ventures are known to risk haunting visions on top of the usual dangers of the forest, even in the heart of Motte-Fallavon territory. [Idealist]
Jolly cooperation with Cainbois!

I'm phoneposting only because i'm away from home celebrating midsummer. I will stop voting and link this oost when im home

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>“I will bear a Blue Lantern with the Order of Names, and go into the forest in search of our lost brothers.” Another symbolic gesture, where lanterns are lit to guide those slain back to friendly lines. But such ventures are known to risk haunting visions on top of the usual dangers of the forest, even in the heart of Motte-Fallavon territory. [Idealist]

“I will bear a Blue Lantern with the Order of Names, and go into the forest in search of our lost brothers.” You tell the pilgrim leaders, who themselves will be looking to their congregations at the festival.

”Very selfless, Sir Andrei. It’s what I’ve come to expect of you if I’m being honest.” Father Towbray nods approvingly. ”We can never forget the sacrifices our forebears have made to secure this realm, Almighty grant those lost to us some measure of peace.”

”I think you deserve to relax after suffering us for so long.” Sister Ignatius remarks wryly, but she smiles and makes a the sign of Salve Reginae’s obeisance. ”I shall pray for you, and pray for those wandering souls some measure of peace.”

”The Fae unleashed many foul magics during that great battle, but to capture the souls of…” The ragged priest shakes his head in disgust.

The nun doesn’t fail to rise to the bait. ”And our own ranks had no sorcerers? We did not use every means available to us while seeking victory?”

”Our cause was righteous! Are you suggesting…”

The voices of the two bickering members of the clothe fall behind you as your group leaves the shade of the trees and comes upon Motte-Fallavon and her famous blue fields…

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>>3601698

The fortifications of Motte-Fallavon itself are not all that remarkable, really just an extensive network of motte and baileys with more palisades in evidence than stone. Something about the soft ground being the reason behind it, Father had said. But it does rest perched in a commanding position on the lone hill overlooking the only major bridge at the northern crossroads.

Castle Andrei at home is arguably more impressive (and certainly more beautiful) than these Fallavon ramparts, but the strategic value of this location cannot be denied. An army marching from the western Pascae shores would have to either come through here or skirt the entire rocky coastline. The same could be said for the Montbrun holdings in the east, or Aubrey to the south. And, of course, the not-quite tamed forests to the north where the authority of man stretches no further than his own doorstep. The key to the continent, no wonder it was the site of the greatest battle in your nation’s history.

Beyond it stretches the famous battlefield itself, a rolling glade of sapphire, cobalt and azure. They say that a blue flower blooms for everyone of the warriors that fell here. Outlandish peasant nonsense of course, there cannot be that many people in all the world.

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Wonder if theres a custom of wearing these flowers to Never Forget.

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[3/3] - Mikail

”Should I ask around for a room, milord?” Mikail of Andryski tears his eyes away from the shimmering navy meadows to the orange setting sun.

”There’s still some light left in the day yet. Fetch the steels.”

…

A few of the pilgrims have gathered to watch, both your own company and others from all over making camp around the festival site. Perhaps the enlarged audience it what has distracted your squire. Bloody boy has left himself open on the left side again, shield held too high this time. You pounce on the opening; your squire needs another lesson. To your surprise the boy livens his step, anything but exhausted, slamming the shield down and directing your own thrust into the dirt. Your eyes widen as Mikail's blunted steel whips past your nose, poorly aimed but entirely through your guard and only just redirected by your last-moment twist.

You re-adjust your attack and sweep away your squire's backswing, pressing the advantage and completely obliterating his defences until your blade is at his throat, as usual. This time you really had to work at it.

"Unghhh.." Mikail groans, his shoulders slumping. He thought he had you there.

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Mikail is on par with the average man-at-arms at sword fighting, with solid foundations to work from. He now grants +7DC as a companion. With the proper equipment (Chainmail + Castle-forged Steel) he will grant +10DC. Doesn’t require an actual sword, just a decent blade.

(1) Mikail’s Progress.
>"Not bad, boy. I daresay we'll make a swordsman of you yet. Here, get yourself a treat or something." You give the commoner lad a small purse of marks. Spare change, to spend as he wishes. A fitting reward for the hard work put in. [Haughty]

>"Chin up, Mikail! You nearly had me there! I think that's enough for today. Let's go celebrate your progress." You make your way to a local tavern, buying Mikail an ale or three. [Hearty]

>"You’re getting quicker, good. But you need to properly capitalise on the openings you make. Again." He's improving but you still have a long way to go. There can be no respite from the rigorous regime of training. [Idealist]

(2) Focused training
>You remain focused on his swordplay, aiming to see him on an equal footing with a veteran man-at-arms or novice knight. [Swordplay focus]

>You work in more courtly manners into his education. Waiting on you at the table, pouring drinks, speaking in turn, proper addresses beyond ‘milord’ or ‘sire’. Or at least enough for now not to risk undue embarrassment. [Courtly focus]

> A knight is nothing without his steed. You have Mikail practice swinging from the saddle and commanding his mount; instructing him on how a warhorse will act differently than his own nag. [Horsemanship focus]

>You ease up on the more physical lessons, focusing on his dismal academia set. Although you have been reading to him on occasion, the boy needs to learn his letters. [Academic focus]

>>3601708
>"Not bad, boy. I daresay we'll make a swordsman of you yet. Here, get yourself a treat or something." You give the commoner lad a small purse of marks. Spare change, to spend as he wishes. A fitting reward for the hard work put in. [Haughty]


>A knight is nothing without his steed. You have Mikail practice swinging from the saddle and commanding his mount; instructing him on how a warhorse will act differently than his own nag. [Horsemanship focus]

I want Mikail to be ready to take on Hannibal once we get a mustang or a pegasus for ourselves.

>>3601708
(1) Mikail’s Progress.
>"Not bad, boy. I daresay we'll make a swordsman of you yet. Here, get yourself a treat or something." You give the commoner lad a small purse of marks. Spare change, to spend as he wishes. A fitting reward for the hard work put in. [Haughty]

(2) Focused training
>You ease up on the more physical lessons, focusing on his dismal academia set. Although you have been reading to him on occasion, the boy needs to learn his letters. [Academic focus]

>>3601708
>"Not bad, boy. I daresay we'll make a swordsman of you yet. Here, get yourself a treat or something." You give the commoner lad a small purse of marks. Spare change, to spend as he wishes. A fitting reward for the hard work put in. [Haughty]

>You work in more courtly manners into his education. Waiting on you at the table, pouring drinks, speaking in turn, proper addresses beyond ‘milord’ or ‘sire’. Or at least enough for now not to risk undue embarrassment. [Courtly focus]

Good solid foundation in his combat ability, now we need to work on his social ability if he ever wants to make the Roiguard

>>3601708
>>"Not bad, boy. I daresay we'll make a swordsman of you yet. Here, get yourself a treat or something." You give the commoner lad a small purse of marks. Spare change, to spend as he wishes. A fitting reward for the hard work put in. [Haughty]


>You work in more courtly manners into his education. Waiting on you at the table, pouring drinks, speaking in turn, proper addresses beyond ‘milord’ or ‘sire’. Or at least enough for now not to risk undue embarrassment. [Courtly focus]

In our field, the next most dangerous to actual combat is courtly intrigue.

> ”And our own ranks had no sorcerers? We did not use every means available to us while seeking victory?”
I wonder who she's talking about here.

I mean, I doubt that whatever magic the Church might possess is considered despicable magic.

>>3601708
>"Not bad, boy. I daresay we'll make a swordsman of you yet. Here, get yourself a treat or something." You give the commoner lad a small purse of marks. Spare change, to spend as he wishes. A fitting reward for the hard work put in. [Haughty]
>You work in more courtly manners into his education. Waiting on you at the table, pouring drinks, speaking in turn, proper addresses beyond ‘milord’ or ‘sire’. Or at least enough for now not to risk undue embarrassment. [Courtly focus]

>>3601708

>"Chin up, Mikail! You nearly had me there! I think that's enough for today. Let's go celebrate your progress." You make your way to a local tavern, buying Mikail an ale or three. [Hearty]

>You work in more courtly manners into his education. Waiting on you at the table, pouring drinks, speaking in turn, proper addresses beyond ‘milord’ or ‘sire’. Or at least enough for now not to risk undue embarrassment. [Courtly focus]

>>3601708
>>"Not bad, boy. I daresay we'll make a swordsman of you yet. Here, get yourself a treat or something." You give the commoner lad a small purse of marks. Spare change, to spend as he wishes. A fitting reward for the hard work put in. [Haughty]
>You work in more courtly manners into his education. Waiting on you at the table, pouring drinks, speaking in turn, proper addresses beyond ‘milord’ or ‘sire’. Or at least enough for now not to risk undue embarrassment. [Courtly focus]

>>3601708
>"Not bad, boy. I daresay we'll make a swordsman of you yet. Here, get yourself a treat or something." You give the commoner lad a small purse of marks. Spare change, to spend as he wishes. A fitting reward for the hard work put in. [Haughty]
This makes sense since we originally didn't want him as a squire in character at first. So it's a roundabout way of saying we are genuinely impressed.

>You work in more courtly manners into his education. Waiting on you at the table, pouring drinks, speaking in turn, proper addresses beyond ‘milord’ or ‘sire’. Or at least enough for now not to risk undue embarrassment. [Courtly focus]
He's gotta know what the fuck is going on at court, recognizing an action undertaken is just as important as knowing when to be silent and when to speak.

>>3601708
>"Chin up, Mikail! You nearly had me there! I think that's enough for today. Let's go celebrate your progress." You make your way to a local tavern, buying Mikail an ale or three. [Hearty]
Some positive reinforcement would do him good. Just nothing too crazy.

>You work in more courtly manners into his education. Waiting on you at the table, pouring drinks, speaking in turn, proper addresses beyond ‘milord’ or ‘sire’. Or at least enough for now not to risk undue embarrassment. [Courtly focus]

>>3601708
>"Chin up, Mikail! You nearly had me there! I think that's enough for today. Let's go celebrate your progress." You make your way to a local tavern, buying Mikail an ale or three. [Hearty]

>You ease up on the more physical lessons, focusing on his dismal academia set. Although you have been reading to him on occasion, the boy needs to learn his letters. [Academic focus]

I mean, once he pearns to read he can learn other things faster though.

Because he can read about them.

That frees up more of our time.

>>3601772
You make a convincing argument actually

>>3601708
>"Chin up, Mikail! You nearly had me there! I think that's enough for today. Let's go celebrate your progress." You make your way to a local tavern, buying Mikail an ale or three. [Hearty]

>You work in more courtly manners into his education. Waiting on you at the table, pouring drinks, speaking in turn, proper addresses beyond ‘milord’ or ‘sire’. Or at least enough for now not to risk undue embarrassment. [Courtly focus]
Can't have him acting like Rabe

>>3601708
>"You’re getting quicker, good. But you need to properly capitalise on the openings you make.
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Again." He's improving but you still have a long way to go. There can be no respite from the rigorous regime of training. [Idealist]

2
> A knight is nothing without his steed. You have Mikail practice swinging from the saddle and commanding his mount; instructing him on how a warhorse will act differently than his own nag. [Horsemanship focus]

>>3601708

1.
>"Not bad, boy. I daresay we'll make a swordsman of you yet. Here, get yourself a treat or something." You give the commoner lad a small purse of marks. Spare change, to spend as he wishes. A fitting reward for the hard work put in. [Haughty]

Forgotten, would we be able to buy Mikail a proper castle-forged weapon before we leave for the tourney? If he’s gonna be in the squires’ melee, he needs a weapon to match his newfound skill.

2.
>You work in more courtly manners into his education. Waiting on you at the table, pouring drinks, speaking in turn, proper addresses beyond ‘milord’ or ‘sire’. Or at least enough for now not to risk undue embarrassment. [Courtly focus]

>>3601842
I'll allow you to peek at the somewhat provincial markets Motte-Fallavon has on offer next vote. No shortage of common market goods but much of the good stuff on offer at Aubrey will be at a premium or won't be available at all.

>>3601727
To even imply that Reginae, Adam or Cain had non-divine assistance personally is outright heresy. Sister Ignatius is probably referring to actual human magic users, which are very uncommon but not unheard of.

The kingdom does utilize magic users themselves while at the same time viewing them with distrust and distaste. There is one such practitioner at the Royal Court and one of the many mandates of the Order Reginate is the control and policing of those practicing without a bishop's or abbess' licence.

>>3601842
(All we need to do is loan him our sword for his melee fight and a reward for him if he does well.)

>>3601852
>There is one such practitioner at the Royal Court and one of the many mandates of the Order Reginate is the control and policing of those practicing without a bishop's or abbess' licence.

But no formal organizations?

>>3601863

That’s a good point.

>>3601852

And that’s also a good point.

>>3601884
Im betting they pulled a shifty from the Witcher and went full Illuminati

>>3601888
Haven't read or play the Witcher series.

>>3601708
>"Chin up, Mikail! You nearly had me there! I think that's enough for today. Let's go celebrate your progress." You make your way to a local tavern, buying Mikail an ale or three. [Hearty]
>You work in more courtly manners into his education. Waiting on you at the table, pouring drinks, speaking in turn, proper addresses beyond ‘milord’ or ‘sire’. Or at least enough for now not to risk undue embarrassment. [Courtly focus]

The boy has to get the absolute basics, like manners and reading in or he'll never be a knight. And It'll be a while till we get to swap out horses to I think.

>>3601708
Hello Forgotten, It's nice to have regular threads again. I'm a bit late so I dont mind if this isnt counted but
>"Not bad, boy. I daresay we'll make a swordsman of you yet. Here, get yourself a treat or something." You give the commoner lad a small purse of marks. Spare change, to spend as he wishes. A fitting reward for the hard work put in. [Haughty]
>You ease up on the more physical lessons, focusing on his dismal academia set. Although you have been reading to him on occasion, the boy needs to learn his letters. [Academic focus]

>>3601708
>"Not bad, boy. I daresay we'll make a swordsman of you yet. Here, get yourself a treat or something." You give the commoner lad a small purse of marks. Spare change, to spend as he wishes. A fitting reward for the hard work put in. [Haughty]
>You ease up on the more physical lessons, focusing on his dismal academia set. Although you have been reading to him on occasion, the boy needs to learn his letters. [Academic focus]

>>3601852
> To even imply that Reginae, Adam or Cain had non-divine assistance personally is outright heresy.
Hey, Divine magic is a thing, you know! :V

Seriously though, does the clergy practise some sort of holy spellcraft that totally isn't magic under a different name?

>There is one such practitioner at the Royal Court and one of the many mandates of the Order Reginate is the control and policing of those practicing without a bishop's or abbess' licence.
Jesus, the Order Reginate is basically Internal Affairs but it's starting to get out of control.

Just how did they get so much power in the first place? I realize that some Queens used the order for powerplays, but its institutional strength must come from somewhere.

>>3602103
The queen is the head of the church. So, she is basically above the law and so are her knights by proxy. I think the Swiss Guard is the closest comparison.

>>3601708
>Not bad, boy. I daresay we'll make a swordsman of you yet. Here, get yourself a treat or something." You give the commoner lad a small purse of marks. Spare change, to spend as he wishes. A fitting reward for the hard work put in. [Haughty]

>You work in more courtly manners into his education. Waiting on you at the table, pouring drinks, speaking in turn, proper addresses beyond ‘milord’ or ‘sire’. Or at least enough for now not to risk undue embarrassment. [Courtly focus]

>>3601708
>>"Chin up, Mikail! You nearly had me there! I think that's enough for today. Let's go celebrate your progress." You make your way to a local tavern, buying Mikail an ale or three. [Hearty]

>You ease up on the more physical lessons, focusing on his dismal academia set. Although you have been reading to him on occasion, the boy needs to learn his letters. [Academic focus]

>>3601708
>"Not bad, boy. I daresay we'll make a swordsman of you yet. Here, get yourself a treat or something." You give the commoner lad a small purse of marks. Spare change, to spend as he wishes. A fitting reward for the hard work put in. [Haughty]

>You work in more courtly manners into his education. Waiting on you at the table, pouring drinks, speaking in turn, proper addresses beyond ‘milord’ or ‘sire’. Or at least enough for now not to risk undue embarrassment. [Courtly focus]

Might feel a little more cold, but if we're going to be standing with a blue lantern, we'd better not be drunk. Some knights might guide the slain back by the smell of alcohol wafting off of them, but not us.

It's more important that Mikail learn how to not be so embarassing. A fair few knights and Roiguard can muddle through having poor literacy, but they all need to know how to move amongst the gentry without causing offense.

>>3603423
Just an fyi, I believe the plan is to head back to the tournament immediately before returning in time for the Motte-Fallavon Festival in 6 days time.

>>3603449
So we drop the pilgrims off, then go joust, then come back for the festival and the vigil?

>>3603449
Ah, reading comprehension is failing me once again. That would make more sense. In that case, it's probably better to not be drinking regardless. Being hungover isn't really conducive to jousting either.

>>3603423
Booze might help with the visions.

Also we could bring some to offer succor to the souls. Yeah, they died heroes but they lived as men and a pint's nice acter a hard days dying.

>>3603659
Buy a pint, find lost souls, pour out a drink.

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>"Not bad, boy. I daresay we'll make a swordsman of you yet. Here, get yourself a treat or something." You give the commoner lad a small purse of marks. Spare change, to spend as he wishes. A fitting reward for the hard work put in. [Haughty]
>You work in more courtly manners into his education. Waiting on you at the table, pouring drinks, speaking in turn, proper addresses beyond ‘milord’ or ‘sire’. Or at least enough for now not to risk undue embarrassment. [Courtly focus]

"Not bad, boy. I daresay we'll make a swordsman of you yet. Here.” You say, tossing your squire a small purse of marks. ”Get yourself a treat or something."

Mikail looks at the coins with wide eyes, mouth hanging open. It occurs to you that he’s probably never had so much of his own money in his life. He rushes off without so much as a bye your leave, bow or even a thank you. Though you suppose the elated ’Yipee!’ he let out might count for the last.

Still, you need to house train this farmhand lout. At least to the standard of the gardeners at home, seeing as the castle staff themselves would find his behaviour scandalously improper beyond hope. You resolve to focus more on his bearing and courtly manners in the immediate future.

”Hmph.” You mutter, picking up the equipment. ”I guess that leaves me to secure our lodgings for tonight.”

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You may choose to purchase any items you wish now (6 wealth currently), but remember you will be heading back here after the tournament. You may be richer or poorer by then, but there may also be items you seek that can’t wait until then. I will refuse to grant items that would reasonably be expected to take more than a night to procure.

>>3604110
Oh god, that Falcon.

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>>3604110

Wenegan, 7th Day of Ovrimun, 883 A.C.E., Fallavon: On the road to Lord Duncan’s lands.
”What on earth are you wearing?” You lean over and tap your squire on the crest of his new purchase.

”It was goin’ for nothing, milord!” Mikail beams, readjusting the brow of his flattop helm. ”An’ it only took me half the night to get the rust off!”

You shake your head, but you couldn’t say whether it’s at your squire spending every last one of the marks you gave him on this or the fact that it doesn’t quite sit easy on the growing boys head.

”You hear that, milord?” You and your squire reign in your horses. Further up the road is some some kind of din. Growing louder.
You sit up in the saddle, trying to peer through the foliage where the road bends. ”It sounds like… drums… and singing?”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ne2tzfxQ6T4

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>>3604111
I forgot to add, Fae Runes can be for weapon (trait shown) or for armour. In the case of armour doubles on AV by you will mean ALL armour saves that round are passed.

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>>3604113

In six-hundred eighty-seven,
We sailed the open sea,
For glory, god and gold and our own Freeblade Company!

For the mainland is like heaven,
And we’ll all be rich and free,
Or so we have been told by our own Freeblade Company.
So we have been told by our own Freeblade Company!

In the harbours of Pascinni
There’s contracts like debris,
There’s silver rivers flowing and the women do make free,
Or so we have been told by our own Freeblade Company!

We’ll kill ourselves a monster,
Or even two or three!
We’re stalwart men and bold of our own Freeblade Company!
With a Gold Crown for my Minnie,
And another one for me,
And all the rest’ll go to our own Freeblade Company!

For glory, god and gold and our own Freeblade Company!
For glory, god and gold and our own Freeblade Company!

Three-score men well-armed and armoured come marching down the road ahead, taking up the entire road. They're dressed in such garish bright colours that you almost take them for a motley band of performers come for the festival. If such performers made extensive use of steel in their acts. Their singing is accented and hardly a performance you’d pay to see, but their march is in step and their column well-ordered. They appear as well armoured as any Cantôn knight, with many wearing full-plate, but their numerous halberds and crossbows mark them as infantry.

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>>3604118

[4/4]

Only a handful of their number appear mounted, and of horses of inferior quality at that. One such fabulously dressed man rides at the head of the column, masterwork-armour engraved with gold gilding and a trailing black-red coat that would surely be a hassle to fight in.

He doffs his feathered hat at you as the column nears. If this is an invading Langlish force, they’re certainly being very cheery about it.

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>”This is the King’s Highway. By what right do you march upon it?” This is the second time in as many months that you have seen armed foreigners march freely on the roads of Cantôn. You demand to see their writ of passage, ignoring the fact that you are outnumbered sixty-to-one. [Haughty]

>”And a good afternoon to you, sir. How fare ye?” Even as far away Romaine the Langland Freeblade Companies are famous. You admit the idea of an adventurous band of brothers, with nothing but the road behind you and the contract ahead, does hold a certain appeal. You wouldn’t be the first knight to earn his name in their company. [Hearty]

> ”…” Keeping a close eye on the column as it passes, you mutter under your breath. Mercenaries. The only difference between these foreigners and hired thugs is that they appear slightly more well equipped and disciplined. But they will wilt at the first sign of a real battle. Men who fight for coin are not to be trusted. [Idealist]

>>3604120
>>”And a good afternoon to you, sir. How fare ye?” Even as far away Romaine the Langland Freeblade Companies are famous. You admit the idea of an adventurous band of brothers, with nothing but the road behind you and the contract ahead, does hold a certain appeal. You wouldn’t be the first knight to earn his name in their company. [Hearty]

>>3604120
>>”And a good afternoon to you, sir. How fare ye?” Even as far away Romaine the Langland Freeblade Companies are famous. You admit the idea of an adventurous band of brothers, with nothing but the road behind you and the contract ahead, does hold a certain appeal. You wouldn’t be the first knight to earn his name in their company. [Hearty]

>>3604120
>”And a good afternoon to you, sir. How fare ye?” Even as far away Romaine the Langland Freeblade Companies are famous. You admit the idea of an adventurous band of brothers, with nothing but the road behind you and the contract ahead, does hold a certain appeal. You wouldn’t be the first knight to earn his name in their company. [Hearty]

I think we should buy the ranger gear (as if the highlighted box wasn't hint enough haha), an ill-bred nag so our horse isn't being worn out all the time and an arming sword for Mikail. Fae runes are fucking powerful as well though. Maybe if we win some money in the tourney?

>>3604124
Genuine accident. I assure you I won't call upon another Pathfinder Roll between here and Lord Duncan's lands less than a day away.

If you guys remain set on heading further north to look for your brother after the festival though... yeah.

>>3604110
> Fae Runes

I need to know more about this. Also, did it exist before we had the bruhaha about the charm?

Are charms cumulative?

>”And a good afternoon to you, sir. How fare ye?” Even as far away Romaine the Langland Freeblade Companies are famous. You admit the idea of an adventurous band of brothers, with nothing but the road behind you and the contract ahead, does hold a certain appeal. You wouldn’t be the first knight to earn his name in their company. [Hearty]

Oh hells to the yes this is our kind of people if they sing while they march.

>>3604126
What was the last word on his whereabouts again?

>>3604120
>Men who fight for coin are not to be trusted.

Also, ironic given that we're planning on being a Dragon Guard.

>>3604120
>> ”…” Keeping a close eye on the column as it passes, you mutter under your breath. Mercenaries. The only difference between these foreigners and hired thugs is that they appear slightly more well equipped and disciplined. But they will wilt at the first sign of a real battle. Men who fight for coin are not to be trusted. [Idealist]


>>3604130
THIS

>>3604130
>>3604137
Well ironic if that option gets picked, otherwise it's not a super relevant statement

>>3604139
I mean. It would be hypocritical not ironic.

>>3604144
You're not wrong

>>3604139
>>3604144
>>3604146

I don't recall Sir Andrei picking the 'self-aware' trait. You're right though. The regal nature and status of the Dragon Guard position doesn't really change the fact that most do it for money.

>>3604120
>”And a good afternoon to you, sir. How fare ye?” Even as far away Romaine the Langland Freeblade Companies are famous. You admit the idea of an adventurous band of brothers, with nothing but the road behind you and the contract ahead, does hold a certain appeal. You wouldn’t be the first knight to earn his name in their company. [Hearty]

>>3604120
>”And a good afternoon to you, sir. How fare ye?” Even as far away Romaine the Langland Freeblade Companies are famous. You admit the idea of an adventurous band of brothers, with nothing but the road behind you and the contract ahead, does hold a certain appeal. You wouldn’t be the first knight to earn his name in their company. [Hearty]

For the purchases, we should grab Ranger Gear just so we don’t forget about it again. Even if we don’t go after our brother in the near future, we will be making more Pathfinder rolls at some point. Other than that, I’m damn tempted by that Griffinhawk and the Banner but both can wait until after the tourney where hopefully we win some more coin. Like another anon said before, we can have Mikail borrow our blade for the squire’s tourney, but after the fact, depending on how he does, I’d like to get him a proper weapon of his own. Pit, he might win enough to buy one himself.

>>3604120
>ey appear slightly more well equipped and disciplined. But they will wilt at the first sign of a real battle. Men who fight for coin are not to be trusted. [Idealist]

>>3604120
>”And a good afternoon to you, sir. How fare ye?” Even as far away Romaine the Langland Freeblade Companies are famous. You admit the idea of an adventurous band of brothers, with nothing but the road behind you and the contract ahead, does hold a certain appeal. You wouldn’t be the first knight to earn his name in their company. [Hearty]

Maybe foreigners aren't that bad.

Also yes to the ranger gear maybe the bloodhound when we come back if we have the extra money.

>>3604163
Meta knowledge aside we haven't done anything to warrant proper knowledge of needing/wanting rangers gear

>>3604193
I think it's entirely in character to have just spent time in the woods and think to ourselves that gear more appropriate top that situation would be worth buying. Not only that but we decided not to track down the monster because we did not have the appropriate gear (in character I believe the thinking here would be "can't go traipsing around in the woods in full knight gear, we need something lighter, quieter and easier to move in").

Furthermore just as a person we can see some nice ranger gear and go "oh, that looks good, I want one" and buy it

>>3604163
The banners not so critical but that hawk is really something special. Its not just mechanical benefits but actual strategic benefits outside of combat/courtly mechanics since timely rapid information updates will allow reaction and responses far in excess of current day couriers and rather then just a single city, this allows messages to every place we’ve been before.

>>3604120
>”And a good afternoon to you, sir. How fare ye?” Even as far away Romaine the Langland Freeblade Companies are famous. You admit the idea of an adventurous band of brothers, with nothing but the road behind you and the contract ahead, does hold a certain appeal. You wouldn’t be the first knight to earn his name in their company. [Hearty]
I at least want to know what they are doing and where they are going. Maybe not openly aggressive but at least get some Intel

>>3604120
>”This is the King’s Highway. By what right do you march upon it?” This is the second time in as many months that you have seen armed foreigners march freely on the roads of Cantôn. You demand to see their writ of passage, ignoring the fact that you are outnumbered sixty-to-one. [Haughty]

>>3601649
this is me

>>3604198
The Masterhawker upgrade is required to enable carrying messages for both the common Hawk and the Legatus Griffinhawk. Sorry if that wasn't immediately clear from the table.

Also, 'any location' would require at the least a reasonable landmark. The hawk can discern Motte-Fallavon and Aubrey from one another but not one common hut from anither. I'll admit this last bit is backpedaling after I realised how insanely intelligent it would have to be to spot the differences in all that common terrain.

>>3604193

I fail to see where meta knowledge comes in. We know, IC, that our wayward brother has traveled further north of here which takes him through even more of the woods that we know, IC, are teaming with monsters.

On another note, it also allows us to equip a torch without needing a free hand which is just a very useful bonus in general.

>>3604198

My reasoning for the Banner mainly is for the bonus of allowing us an extra companion in combat. Between Mikail's recent upgrade, Rousseau's own DC bonus, and additional Law of Man bonus, we're looking at a total of +19 DC (+17 from having the Banner technically) on to what we already have, which would have bumped up our DC from 64 to 83 in that last fight. 2 Wealth for a +17 DC bonus is pretty worth it to me, given how the only thing on the market that comes close is Full Plate at 3 Wealth for +15 DC, which is really only +10 DC over our Chainmail.

I do agree though that we should prioritize the hawk. Don't wanna spend all our hard earned shekels after all.

>>3604207
>upgrade required. Aw. Thats really a decent chunk of cash.

I mean when its trying to find us in a city, you could probably handwave it as it smells us and finds us.

Which actually is another question of mine, is it able to do return trips and find us?

>>3604210
>>3604111

This is a good point i vote for banner

>>3604214
It is as expensive as a Wasteland Mustang, but arguably worth every penny on the grander scale.

I would assume that you would teach it to return to a specific location within the city, such as a roost or a hawker's place of business. Failing that it would return to where you loosed it from.

It would not be able to locate you on the move in the wilderness, for example. Unless of course magic. Exchanges between moving army groups can use them to a limited extent, passing messages between towns and castles and then riders crossing the shorter distances.

>>3604216

I'd say we definitely pick it up after the festival is over, because I doubt we're going to be utilizing it during the Tourney.

Unless, of course, there's some sort of team-battle that occurs there. Would we know about that Forgotten?

FYI guys I am not arguing for or against anything here. There are some items that will make a good impression at a Tourney, but it is also not unwise to refrain from spending until you see what you win (or lose).

>>3604221
The melee on the third day, but a banner wouldn't be carried there. That's going to quickly devolve into pairing off and ganging up as the combat continues.
Traditionally you would exhibit a banner when announced to the tourney, but Mikail will be holding your shield up instead if you don't have one.


>lending Mikail your blade
Just an fyi, the tourney uses blunted steel. Don't you "but muh realism" at me, English law in 1274 expressly required blunted steel.

>>3604226

Alright, thanks for that Forgotten.

In that case, I'll abstain from buying anything for now. Wait until we see how the tourney goes.

>>3604226
Yeah good point, any arguments I make for buying things are specifically for after we participate but before we leave, assuming we can afford it

>>3604226
Will we be required to supply our own lance or will that be provided

>>3604210
>equip a torch without needing a free hand
Think about what you are saying here. Is it going to float around us magically?

>>3604247

It states "Can Equip Torch at Will". It's up to Forgotten to justify how this works, not me.

>>3604120
>”And a good afternoon to you, sir. How fare ye?” Even as far away Romaine the Langland Freeblade Companies are famous. You admit the idea of an adventurous band of brothers, with nothing but the road behind you and the contract ahead, does hold a certain appeal. You wouldn’t be the first knight to earn his name in their company. [Hearty]
As other have said, not buying yet. But if we manage to make some dosh at the tourney, definitely the ranger gear(although the mental image of Andrei the bear trying to be discreet is pretty funny). Considering we know by now that traipsing through uncharted lands is essentially part of our job description, those griffinhawk rerolls look pretty juicy, as the well as the sheer utility of master hawker, but thats something to consider only if we havent made a fool of ourselves at the tourney.

>>3604120
>Other

>''Well met travelers. From which land do you hail from? Forgive my intrusion, but I'm afraid that I must ask, what's your business here? It's the sensible thing someone will wonder when seeing a band of men armed to the teeth marching and singing in the King's Highway in a land like Motte-Fallavon during peacetime after all.''

Might be too late, but it's still worth trying. We should wait to see how much wealth we make from the tourney until deciding to buy anything. However, I definitely think we should buy the ranger gear and at least one tracking animal.

>>3604114
How are fae runes viewed by the churchy church?

>>3604902
There shouldn't be much of an issue since its on the open market.

>>3604988
Let the debate begin

>>3604902
>>3604988
>>3605088
They’re not fans of it. The Church has less influence in Montbrun and Fallavon than it does in Aubrey and Romaine.

To use a crass and inaccurate analogy, the equivalent would be a catholic family whose son is really into heavy metal.

>>3604120
>>”And a good afternoon to you, sir. How fare ye?” Even as far away Romaine the Langland Freeblade Companies are famous. You admit the idea of an adventurous band of brothers, with nothing but the road behind you and the contract ahead, does hold a certain appeal. You wouldn’t be the first knight to earn his name in their company. [Hearty]

>>3605172
We'll be the band "Slayer" for the Law of Adam.

>>3604120
>>”This is the King’s Highway. By what right do you march upon it?” This is the second time in as many months that you have seen armed foreigners march freely on the roads of Cantôn. You demand to see their writ of passage, ignoring the fact that you are outnumbered sixty-to-one. [Haughty]

>>3604120
>”And a good afternoon to you, sir. How fare ye?” Even as far away Romaine the Langland Freeblade Companies are famous. You admit the idea of an adventurous band of brothers, with nothing but the road behind you and the contract ahead, does hold a certain appeal. You wouldn’t be the first knight to earn his name in their company. [Hearty]

>>3605172
Does Mikail's new hat do anything?

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>>3605870
It stops pointy things going into his head.

>>3605948
Hah, true. Was more wondering if it added anything to his AV.

>>3605948
Just reread the quest, the second time I have done so, and I teared up when Emile stopped to pray for House Rousseau
Your writing is amazing, Forgotten. I REALLY wish I could've read the vision that Emile would've seen if we passed the DC (and the nat 1)

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>>3606594
Posts like this are why I run.

>>3604259
It'll be a choice between a shield or torch.

>>3605955
Nah, I won't adding +1AV for a helmet as opposed to a chainmail coif. That can quickly get out of hand.

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>”And a good afternoon to you, sir. How fare ye?” Even as far away Romaine the Langland Freeblade Companies are famous. You admit the idea of an adventurous band of brothers, with nothing but the road behind you and the contract ahead, does hold a certain appeal. You wouldn’t be the first knight to earn his name in their company. [Hearty]
>No consensus on buying anything now, so we shall leave it be.

”And a good afternoon to you, sir. How fare ye?” No point in being rude. As far as foreigners go, you would say that Langlish mercenaries beat Cathagi slavers at any rate.

”One thousand merry days to you, signor terraferma.” The fellow in the feathered cap beams at your greeting, exchanging introductions. ”I am well. How can I not be? The sun is shining, the birds are singing and I have all these brave champions eager and ready to win fame and fortune with me!”

He sweeps his hand towards the column marching along the road past you towards Motte-Fallavon, to the smiles and grins of his men as they continue singing.

”On your way to the festival?” You and the Langlish share a common tongue, their island was once the centre of trade for the Old Empire when it stretched to the shores of Norsikaa.

”Ah, a charming idea. But alas, no. Our business takes us further north, to hunt these great beasts of your homeland. Monsters, si?” The man’s accent is heavy and the occasional foreign vernacular throws you, but he is quite understandable.

”There’s been an attack?” You ask, alarmed that it invoked a response of a full company of mercenaries. ”Where? What manner of monster was it? Wyvern, Flashdrake, Creeping Horror? If it’s the latter, I have some experience in…”

” Fur, scale, hide. Whatever nets the greatest prize, eh?” The Captain gives a carefree shrug. ”Do men of valour really need to wait for an attack before commencing the hunt? Ah, yes yes Lieutenant. I fear we part ways, may fortune find you and I!”

You’re not sure how you feel about the Langlish soldier-of-fortune’s mission. Hunting monsters is all well and good, but this has the looks of an enthusiastic expedition, they’re not going up there with a specific quarry in mind. An analogy to boots and hornet’s nests lurks in the rear of your thoughts.

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>>3607157

[2/3]

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

The column shifts to a new song as it peels off along the trail beyond it. Eventually the words fade as you continue on to the tourney grounds.

” O'er the hills and o'er the main
From Langland to the ports of Pascae.
The contract calls and we obey
Over the hills and far away.

Then fall in lads behind the drum
With colours blazing like the sun.
Along the road to come what may
Over the hills and far away…

…

The sun is setting by the time you reach Lord Duncan’s fief. Located in a widespread glade overlooked by a stone castle, the billowing pavilions and small stands are almost as . It’s only a small event, as far as these things go, held in the honour of… actually Sir Rabe didn’t make that perfectly clear. Still, you imagine that many of the attending knights are viewing this as practice for the Grand Tourney to be held in Romaine later.

A servant is waiting for you at the hamlet under the banner of the House of Duncan, your host. To your surprise he begs you wait a moment and runs off immediately, returning with Lord Duncan himself who greets you warmly.

”You must be Sir Andrei! Sir Rabe has told me all about you!” He approaches, bidding you dismount and waving over servants to assist Mikail in squaring away your belongings.

”Lord Duncan, I’m honoured. Please forgive my late arrival.”

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>>3607163

[3/3]

”Oh nonsense, nonsense! Sir Rabe explained, doing good deeds and protecting the flock and all that. Yes, a man of top character. His words, not mine bahaha!” You fight down the absurd urge to call him ‘Pops’, a term you’ve never even used when speaking to Father. But you can’t deny that there is something about the noble that just screams fatherly family-man.

This Lord Duncan is a very friendly fellow, telling you all about the fantastic archery you missed earlier. It came down to a man of the Order of Names, Jehov-something or other, and a complete stranger who went on to win with a deadeye shot form at a hundred yards. Tom-something or other. Quite fantastic, according to His Lordship.

Within minutes he has steered you towards the pavilion, fetching a servant for a glass of wine as he regales you with his family’s history. His great-great-grandfather was a yeoman, knighted for saving the Duke Fallavon from a Wyvern’s clutches with a well-placed shot. All this and more he tells you, bragging about how proud he is of his son’s upcoming marriage and how delighted he was to have an excuse to throw a tourney and get back in the saddle. Spared no expense, he says.

”Oh please, do enjoy a cheeky sip before turning in for the night. Steadies the hand and the nerves for tommorow, eh?”

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(1) Interaction with your host.
>”If you insist, Your Lordship. I shall indulge in your hospitality just this once.” But strictly water after that. You wish to keep a clear head for tomorrow. [Haughty]
>”Thank you, Lord Duncan. Mmm, an excellent vintage. This isn’t Romani is it? Your own personal vineyard? You don’t say…” Not wishing to be rude, you have an avid conversation with your host on the subject of wine. [Hearty]
>”I must respectfully decline Your Lordship. Bread and water for me only.” Fasting the day before the joust may be somewhat spartan, not to mention archaic, but you’re a traditionalist. [Idealist]

(2) You have arrived late in the day, after seeing to your quarters you only have time to…
>Assist your squire in dressing down the tired Hannibal as best you can; giving him proper feed, shoeing and even massage a few problem areas. Really you should consider obtaining a riding horse for outside of combat.
>Speak with Sir Rabe and finding out about the competition, who to watch out for and how well they are equipped.
>Accompanying Lord Duncan to the main pavilion where you introduce yourself to the other guests, in particular a sleuth of ladies of noble birth come to watch the tournament.

>>3607168
>”If you insist, Your Lordship. I shall indulge in your hospitality just this once.” But strictly water after that. You wish to keep a >Speak with Sir Rabe and finding out about the competition, who to watch out for and how well they are equipped.

>>3607168
(1)
>”I must respectfully decline Your Lordship. Bread and water for me only.” Fasting the day before the joust may be somewhat spartan, not to mention archaic, but you’re a traditionalist. [Idealist]

Want to keep a sober head for the jousting tomorrow.

(2)
>Assist your squire in dressing down the tired Hannibal as best you can; giving him proper feed, shoeing and even massage a few problem areas. Really you should consider obtaining a riding horse for outside of combat.

Make sure that Hannibal is ready as much as possible.

>>3607168
>>”Thank you, Lord Duncan. Mmm, an excellent vintage. This isn’t Romani is it? Your own personal vineyard? You don’t say…” Not wishing to be rude, you have an avid conversation with your host on the subject of wine. [Hearty]
>Assist your squire in dressing down the tired Hannibal as best you can; giving him proper feed, shoeing and even massage a few problem areas. Really you should consider obtaining a riding horse for outside of combat.

>>3607168
>”If you insist, Your Lordship. I shall indulge in your hospitality just this once.” But strictly water after that. You wish to keep a clear head for tomorrow. [Haughty]
Polite but reserve.

>Assist your squire in dressing down the tired Hannibal as best you can; giving him proper feed, shoeing and even massage a few problem areas. Really you should consider obtaining a riding horse for outside of combat.

>>3607168
>>”Thank you, Lord Duncan. Mmm, an excellent vintage. This isn’t Romani is it? Your own personal vineyard? You don’t say…” Not wishing to be rude, you have an avid conversation with your host on the subject of wine. [Hearty]
>Assist your squire in dressing down the tired Hannibal as best you can; giving him proper feed, shoeing and even massage a few problem areas. Really you should consider obtaining a riding horse for outside of combat.

>>3607168
>”If you insist, Your Lordship. I shall indulge in your hospitality just this once.” But strictly water after that. You wish to keep a clear head for tomorrow. [Haughty]
>Speak with Sir Rabe and finding out about the competition, who to watch out for and how well they are equipped.
we should at least let Rabe know we made it safely, not that he was worried. Plus we need to go curb his story telling.

John Goodman is Lord Duncan?

>>3607168

>”Thank you, Lord Duncan. Mmm, an excellent vintage. This isn’t Romani is it? Your own personal vineyard? You don’t say…” Not wishing to be rude, you have an avid conversation with your host on the subject of wine. [Hearty]

>Assist your squire in dressing down the tired Hannibal as best you can; giving him proper feed, shoeing and even massage a few problem areas. Really you should consider obtaining a riding horse for outside of combat.

Hannibal has more than earned this.

>>3607106

Thank you for the clarification, Forgotten.

>>3607168
>”If you insist, Your Lordship. I shall indulge in your hospitality just this once.” But strictly water after that. You wish to keep a clear head for tomorrow. [Haughty]
>Assist your squire in dressing down the tired Hannibal as best you can; giving him proper feed, shoeing and even massage a few problem areas. Really you should consider obtaining a riding horse for outside of combat.

>>3607168
(1)
>”If you insist, Your Lordship. I shall indulge in your hospitality just this once.” But strictly water after that. You wish to keep a clear head for tomorrow. [Haughty]
Hopefully it won't come off as completely dickish.

(2)
>Assist your squire in dressing down the tired Hannibal as best you can; giving him proper feed, shoeing and even massage a few problem areas. Really you should consider obtaining a riding horse for outside of combat.
We can't afford to anything else since the condition of our horse really does matter the most as a knight.

>>3607106
>Nah, I won't adding +1AV for a helmet as opposed to a chainmail coif. That can quickly get out of hand.
I knew it! We're all protected by plot armor!

>>3607168
>>”Thank you, Lord Duncan. Mmm, an excellent vintage. This isn’t Romani is it? Your own personal vineyard? You don’t say…” Not wishing to be rude, you have an avid conversation with your host on the subject of wine. [Hearty]

>Assist your squire in dressing down the tired Hannibal as best you can; giving him proper feed, shoeing and even massage a few problem areas. Really you should consider obtaining a riding horse for outside of combat.

>>3607168
>”Thank you, Lord Duncan. Mmm, an excellent vintage. This isn’t Romani is it? Your own personal vineyard? You don’t say…” Not wishing to be rude, you have an avid conversation with your host on the subject of wine. [Hearty]]

>Speak with Sir Rabe and finding out about the competition, who to watch out for and how well they are equipped.

>>3607168
>>”Thank you, Lord Duncan. Mmm, an excellent vintage. This isn’t Romani is it? Your own personal vineyard? You don’t say…” Not wishing to be rude, you have an avid conversation with your host on the subject of wine. [Hearty]

>Assist your squire in dressing down the tired Hannibal as best you can; giving him proper feed, shoeing and even massage a few problem areas. Really you should consider obtaining a riding horse for outside of combat.

>>3607168
>”Thank you, Lord Duncan. Mmm, an excellent vintage. This isn’t Romani is it? Your own personal vineyard? You don’t say…” Not wishing to be rude, you have an avid conversation with your host on the subject of wine. [Hearty]

>Speak with Sir Rabe and finding out about the competition, who to watch out for and how well they are equipped.
just tell squireboy to fix our horse

I have a write-in.

>”If you insist, Your Lordship. I shall indulge in your hospitality just this once.” But strictly water after that. You wish to keep a clear head for tomorrow. [Haughty]

Say this in the least douchey way possible. We should humor him, but we need a clear head for tomorrow.
I took a standardized test when hungover once and it fucked me up big time. I can't imagine how much it would hinder our skill in an involved competition.

>Assist your squire in dressing down the tired Hannibal as best you can; giving him proper feed, shoeing and even massage a few problem areas. Really you should consider obtaining a riding horse for outside of combat.

>>3607507
Woops, that "I have a write-in" was a remnant from an earlier suggestion that I scrapped. I decided to go with the haughty option instead. Sorry for any confusion.

>>3607168
>”If you insist, Your Lordship. I shall indulge in your hospitality just this once.” But strictly water after that. You wish to keep a clear head for tomorrow. [Haughty]
>Assist your squire in dressing down the tired Hannibal as best you can; giving him proper feed, shoeing and even massage a few problem areas. Really you should consider obtaining a riding horse for outside of combat.

>>3607168
>”If you insist, Your Lordship. I shall indulge in your hospitality just this once.” But strictly water after that. You wish to keep a clear head for tomorrow. [Haughty]
>Assist your squire in dressing down the tired Hannibal as best you can; giving him proper feed, shoeing and even massage a few problem areas. Really you should consider obtaining a riding horse for outside of combat.

>>3607168
>>”Thank you, Lord Duncan. Mmm, an excellent vintage. This isn’t Romani is it? Your own personal vineyard? You don’t say…” Not wishing to be rude, you have an avid conversation with your host on the subject of wine. [Hearty]

Finally, our alcoholism trait comes in handy.

>Assist your squire in dressing down the tired Hannibal as best you can; giving him proper feed, shoeing and even massage a few problem areas. Really you should consider obtaining a riding horse for outside of combat.

Murder horse best horse.

>>3607507
If you want to impress the lord, wager for a cask of his wine.

What do we have to put up against it, though? 1 Wealth?

We could probably sell the Wine in Carthagi, or use it as a gift.

>>3607168
>”Thank you, Lord Duncan. Mmm, an excellent vintage. This isn’t Romani is it? Your own personal vineyard? You don’t say…” Not wishing to be rude, you have an avid conversation with your host on the subject of wine. [Hearty]
>Accompanying Lord Duncan to the main pavilion where you introduce yourself to the other guests, in particular a sleuth of ladies of noble birth come to watch the tournament.

>>3607168
Approach at dawn, with all forces one can muster.
Take a 50-50 approach between night and day, when everyone is awake and can fight the greatest battle for their lives.

>>3608240
Sounds like an awesome plan for some other quest

>>3608240
>>3608281
Yeah, can we get the name of that quest?

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I’m heading outback for a few days. Internet connection will be intermittent, the property only has a window to post as long as the satellite is going over it.

At least I think that’s how it works. Anyway, my point is that updates may be sparse over the weekend. If I can post I will, if not... well I’ve probably failed a pathfinder check.

>>3608516
Enjoy it. I'll be hitting the American version Michigan's Upper Peninsula next week. Some time on the trails helps clear the mind and the lungs.

>>3607168
>”If you insist, Your Lordship. I shall indulge in your hospitality just this once.” But strictly water after that. You wish to keep a clear head for tomorrow. [Haughty]

>Assist your squire in dressing down the tired Hannibal as best you can; giving him proper feed, shoeing and even massage a few problem areas. Really you should consider obtaining a riding horse for outside of combat.

>>3608516

Have fun I'll sacrifice a goat to protect you from the QM curse.

>>3609550
Great, now you've drawn it's attention.

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>3609603
Gotta do it the old fashioned way.

Using /tg/ dice.

>>3609617
That's how you end up playing as Mikhail, pretending he's a Knight in a foreign land.

Because Emile Died, Dead Dead Dead.

>>3609617
But what was the DC

>>3609631
>Mikhail
>not glorious Shekel knight

>>3609652
This
Gotta Shekel before you wreckle.

A thing I found

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8vffHa5wks

Legit Christian Power Metal that's actually pretty fucking good which surprised me. For all you Deus Vult fags up in here.

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>>3612188
Wait I linked the wrong CD

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1aTKlTBktw

One Voice for the Kingdom is the best Power/Fantasy metal album of theirs.

Remember, this is a CHRISTIAN board.

>>3609652
>>3609881

Maybe a little Jewish at times.

>>3612200
disregard non existant christianity, acquire shekel wealth.

>>3612200
OY VEY IT'S ANUDDAH (Insert name of attacks against Fey here)!

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Updating from out here won’t work too well, not with the Tourney starting properly and rolls galore to be had.

I shall provide an update tomorrow night when I get back and aim to knock over a Joust a day from then on. Expect rolls to commence in roughly 30 hours from now.

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Before we do get to the main joust I think we need to determine what exactly is displayed on the shield Sir Andrei is carrying, as I need something to put on the ranking ladders.

One can be the official House Andrei heraldry and the other is Sir Emile Andrei's personalized shield.

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Sir Andrei's place on the jousting ladder is represented by...

>Left side, Great Bear roaring. Half skull. A somewhat fierce and grim symbol.

>Right side, Great Bear wielding a sword under an olive wreath. A more regal and noble illustration.

>>3615232
I'm guessing the official house heraldry is going on the ladder? If so:

>Right side, Great Bear wielding a sword under an olive wreath. A more regal and noble illustration.

I want the left as his own personal one, its fucking bad ass

>>3615232
>>Right side, Great Bear wielding a sword under an olive wreath. A more regal and noble illustration.

>>3615232
>>3615253
Left side for the personal shield, and the right side for the official house heraldry. Sorry, I got the two sides mixed in my first post.

>>3615232
Why not have the Bear posing Rampant if it's holding a sword?

It looks weird to see non-rampant animals holding weapons in heraldry.

>>3615232
>>Left side, Great Bear roaring. Half skull. A somewhat fierce and grim symbol.

>>3615232
>Left side, Great Bear roaring. Half skull. A somewhat fierce and grim symbol.

>>3615232
>Right side, Great Bear wielding a sword under an olive wreath. A more regal and noble illustration.

>>3615232
>>Right side, Great Bear wielding a sword under an olive wreath. A more regal and noble illustration.

Left side is our personal shield.

>>3615232
>Right side, Great Bear wielding a sword under an olive wreath. A more regal and noble illustration.
Left as personal shield. It's just too badass to to not make it our own.

>>3615232
>>Left side, Great Bear roaring. Half skull. A somewhat fierce and grim symbol.

>>3615232
>>Left side, Great Bear roaring. Half skull. A somewhat fierce and grim symbol.
it looks better quality desu

>>3615232
>Left side, Great Bear roaring. Half skull. A somewhat fierce and grim symbol.

>>3615232
>Left side, Great Bear roaring. Half skull. A somewhat fierce and grim symbol.

Rolls in 1 hour.

>>3617692
timestamp check

>>3617692
Our swords are ready

Each tilt will require a set of 3 1d100 for Riding and then 3 1d100 for the Joust.

Just a heads up, unless there are some very dedicated and smart (and dickhead) samefags this quest likely has a following of 20+. I would like to give people the opportunity to roll, so if you have rolled for the first set of 3 1d100 for Riding, please allow some time for other folks than yourself to roll the second set of 3 1d100 rolls in the joust itself. This doesn't mean you can't roll for more than one match, just that you should only roll once (aside from re-rolls) for every 6 rolls that constitute a tilt.

If we are short I'll ask for repeat rollers.

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>”If you insist, Your Lordship. I shall indulge in your hospitality just this once.” But strictly water after that. You wish to keep a clear head for tomorrow. [Haughty]
>You remain with Lord Duncan for as long as it is polite to do so before making your excuses to prepare for the tourney tomorrow. There is no risk of causing offence but also little opportunity to put yourself in his good graces either.
>Assist your squire in dressing down the tired Hannibal as best you can; giving him proper feed, shoeing and even massage a few problem areas. Really you should consider obtaining a riding horse for outside of combat.
>Tired Mount Riding Test modifier reduced from -10DC to -5DC That’s what you get for using your Ferrari like a pick-up truck.
Unbeknownst to Sir Andrei, his late arrival as a substitute for Sir Rabe’s cousin and failure to mingle before the Tourney has lent him something of a ‘mystery knight’ air. This is rendered somewhat less glamorous by the lack of banner or military tabard.

It is well dark by the time you and Mikail step back from Hannibal, having made all efforts to redress the strain of the last few months. You haven’t pushed him too hard since arriving at Aubrey, but he’s had no break from carrying a rider for a while now and it’s starting to tell. He’s not as refreshed and ready as he could be.

”We’ve done what we can. Get some rest.” You rub your jaw ruefully, sending your squire off to bed. You pat Hannibal’s neck affectionately. ”You best get some rest yourself, my friend. Big day tomorrow.”

Your steed sniffs at your pockets for an apple, as if to say his performance is entirely dependant upon your ability to procure further treats. ”You’re as much a mercenary as those foreigners we saw earlier today. You should see if they’re hiring.”

Hannibal snorts. And there rests his opinion of your suggestion.

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>>3617735
Oh damn good timing

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>>3617735

Turnegan, 8th Day of Ovrimun, 883 A.C.E. – Lord Duncan’s Tourney, Day of the Joust

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7MmBrYyVhTc

The Big Day commences with trumpets and fanfare, the squires leading each mounted knight out in a procession around the wooden rail marking the jousting boundary. Although the stands set aside for those of noble birth house less than a few dozen, the crowds of commoners number in the hundreds as pilgrims from all over West Fallavon have stopped by to watch the Tournament before going to the Motte-Fallavon Festival in a few days time.

First in the order is the Marquis Fallavon, the son and heir to Duke Fallavon himself. His eye-catching full-plate armour with masterfully interwoven Fae runes is almost as impressive as his magnificent charger which appears to be of genuine Wasteland Mustang stock. You don’t even have to look at the rest of the competition to know he’s the favourite.

Lord Duncan follows; then the groom of the event, his eldest son, and five more knights equipped in armour and colours ranging from glorious to modest like yourself. You burn with jealousy, resolving to acquire tabards, armour and banners equally as impressive as those you see here. More so, in fact. And a helm with a plume, of course.

Eight knights in all kneel on display at the noble’s pavilion before the bride who this tourney is in honour of. A small event indeed compared to the Grand Tourney to be held in Romaine in a few months’ time, where there could be as many as a hundred contestants after weeks of qualifying rounds. The newly wedded Lady Fallavon beams and giggles with the other ladies in attendance. Sir Rabe mutters something about ‘vast tracts of land’ next to you and you nearly choke, though whether it’s a splutter of indignation or you forcing back laughter is unclear. Thank the Almighty that the groom further down didn’t hear him, or his father. Really, your northern friend is something of a bad influence.

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Will this post be 38?

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Tournament Rules
A joust between individual contestants will be decided by two rolls. The Rider Skill represents your control, stability and speed with your steed. The Joust roll represents your accuracy and steadiness upon impact.

While only a single set of rolls determines the outcome between two jousters, the eventual winner may be decided after several passes in-quest between evenly matched opponents. Depending on how close the results are the roll may represent a series of exchanges with a close outcome or a single decisive pass.

Although the armour and steed of a dismounted opponent is forfeit, it is considered quite unchivalrous to ask for anything more than a token ransom [1 Wealth] for the release of these items. It's a tad more complex, but as we're not dealing with relatively unknown contestants without virulent feuds or matters of honour on the line (aside from winning), this will suffice for Sir Andrei's part. Tied breaks are rare and reset the Rider/Joust roll. In addition to that, the crowds absolutely *love* them.

1st Roll: Rider Skill
DC 30 If horse is of inferior breeding
DC 50 If horses are of equal breeding
DC 70 If horse is of superior breeding
[Most Knights will be riding Warhorses of decent breeding]
Crit-fail = Re-roll all Joust successes
Double Fail = +1 Opponent Joust Re-Roll
0 = Base Joust DC 20
1 = +20DC
2 = +40DC
3 = +60DC
Double Pass = +1 Joust Re-roll
Crit-pass = Re-roll all Joust failures


2nd Roll: Joust
DC dependant on Rider success. Base DC 20.
Crit-fail = Failure, roll on the dismount injury table. [-1 Wealth]
Double Fail = S0-1 Dismounted: S2-3 Tied Break. No re-roll.
0 = Failure, dismounted by opponent's shattered lance [-1 Wealth]
1 = Failure, opponent broke lance.
2 = Success, broke lance on opponent.
3 = Success, shattered lance and dismounted opponent. [+1 Wealth]
Double Pass = S0-1 Tied Break: S2-3 Opponent dismounted. No re-roll.
Crit-pass = Stunning success, opponent must roll dismount injury. [+1 Wealth]

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>>3617743

That should read 'Marquis Caspian Fallavon', as he holds a higher title of peerage than the average knight.

>>3617744
Will the lucky charm be a factor in jousting?

>>3617744
Jeanne is a feminine name. It should be Jean.

>>3617747
This ain't France xxx

Also note that the losers will pair off for tilts in between semi-finals and finals, so even if Sir Andrei fucks the bear early on he will still get three matches.

>>3617745
No, that is mortal combat only. We didn't get a chance to get into it because you opted for horse-care over courting ladies, but favours grant Tourney related re-rolls (and other slight bonuses depending on the lady in question. Even foreigners who don't understand the custom.)

>>3617747
>>3617748
He is right though, especially since I already have a female NPC listed as Jeanne. Cheers, will change with updated latter.

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As fate would have it your joust with Sir Neil dan Marc is the first on the listing.

The applause as you and your opponent take your places is polite rather than eager. Neither you nor Sir dan Marc are well known to the audience and your drab, albeit functional, armour does little to imitate the flair of your other competitors.

Although your armour is well-travelled has seen use, and hardly has the gleaming shine as the Marquis Fallavon does after having his hosts of servants polish it all night, your opponent’s appearance is if anything even more humble. Sir dan Marc’s steed looks to have more in common with Mikail’s ill-bred nag than it does with your beast. By comparison Hannibal looks princely.

Your squire hands you a tourney lance. Although designed to shatter on impact, these will spit an unarmoured man all the same and have been known to kill even armoured knights. Though injuries are more often than not due to an ill fall from the saddle rather than a wayward lance finding a slip in the armour.

You trot into position as your opponent does opposite you down the line. The drums stop, the flags swing down and you give Hannibal the spurs.

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Riding Test
>Hannibal: Superior to Opponent 70DC
> Tired Mount -5DC
> 65DC

Crit-fail = Re-roll all Joust successes
Double Fail = +1 Opponent Re-Roll
0 = Base Joust DC 20
1 = +20DC
2 = +40DC
3 = +60DC
Double Pass = +1 Joust Re-roll
Crit-pass = Re-roll all Joust failures

3 rolls of 1d100, kniggas.

Let the games begin!

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>3617754

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>3617754

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>3617754
En garde good sir! May the best man win!

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>3617754

>>3617755
>>3617756
>>3617757

>55,56,57
>3 succ

Good show boys, good show.

>>3617759
A double on the success as well which is nice

>>3617754
So next pass is a dc 80 with one reroll?

>>3617763
looks that way.

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>>3617755
>>3617756
>>3617757

>3 Success
+60DC to Joust Roll
>1 Double Success!
+1 Joust Re-Roll

Looking very tidy indeed.

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Hannibal leaps from a near stand-still into a full gallop, barrelling down the jousting line like Pit itself was behind him. The world shrinks into the pounding beat of hooves, dust and your charging opponent as the two of you race towards each other.

Seconds before impact, Sir dan Marc’s horse suddenly shies. You don’t see what caused it, a strap biting in at the wrong moment or possibly a horsefly bite. Sir dan Marc is in disarray, his lance has swung out to the right and his horse has slowed from a canter to a half-trot.

As your lance begins to level out, your opponent finds himself utterly at your mercy.

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>Such misfortunes would grant him no reprieve on the battlefield. As one warrior to another, you cannot fail to press your advantage. [Couch Lance] + [Re-Roll all Joust fails]

>You had him dead to rights, but in the name of good sportsmanship you relent and peel away from the jousting line moments before impact. [Shoulder Lance] + [Reset Ride Roll]

>>3617737
>. Sir Rabe mutters something about ‘vast tracts of land’

> Huge tracts of land

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPX-mW4l1rU

>>3617768
>>You had him dead to rights, but in the name of good sportsmanship you relent and peel away from the jousting line moments before impact. [Shoulder Lance] + [Reset Ride Roll]