>>35349452
>Part 11
That is, part 12.

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>35349452
> look for one of your lost friends (roll 1d100, average of three)

Franz

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>35349452
>> look for one of your lost friends (roll 1d100, average of three)

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>35349452
>> sneak out the gates to meet with your non-Christian allies (roll 1d100, average of three)

sabeeen. if franz had any sense, he'd go to our allies as well.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>35349452

Look

>>35349483
>>35349502
>>35349519
>62

not bad could be better

>>35349483
I'll second this!

>>35349536

which is pretty good already for avg of 3.

>>35349452
>> sneak out the gates to meet with your non-Christian allies

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>35349805

You decide to scout the city for one of your companions, hoping to find your oldest friend Franz. With your head still shaved into a tonsure you keep on your monk garb. It seems to earn you a little deference on the street, but not much. Labourers and craftsmen retiring for the day, either heading home or out to drink, shoved past you with little regard. Jerusalem was so lousy with the faithful, both lay and clergy, that one little monk made little stir.

You saw loud preachers try to cry on street corners only to be shouted down by the tired and home bound, who didn't care to hear the high pitched cries of doomsayers after a hard days work and the inviting call of the bed.

For all that this was the Holy City, it shocked you to see how casual the common folk were in treating the faithful.

You shoulder into a common house, off the Street of St Stephen. It's a rowdy place, and a pair of Nubians were playing their flute and drum for the enjoyment of the crowd. They earned little attention as most were concerned with the two wrestlers in the saw dust strewn middle of the common house, grappling for purchase on arm and bare shoulder.

You knew neither of the men, but gasped as one slipped a hold and delivered a jaw crunching uppercut to his opponent, turning and throwing him over his hip. Much to the delight of the crowd.

A boy close to your own age served drinks to a small group of soldiers, one you faintly recognised. And he faintly recognised you. A cleft lip and spot covered face, you'd broken his nose just the other day in your flight.

"Ey!" he said, swaggering to his feet. His feet swayed from drink. He was tugging at his sword and failing to draw it. "Ey, that's the boy!" he pushed one of his fellows, who turned drunk eyes your way as well. Three soldiers rose and began to approach you.

You froze, your sword trapped under your heavy monk robes. But before you had need to draw it a long faced soldier slipped out of the crowd and grabbed you by the arm.

"Do we stay and fight, or run?" Tancred asked.

> stay and fight
> run, follow me

>>35349998
> run, follow me
BACK TO SOLOMON

>>35349998
> run, follow me

Lets just get out of there. No need to cause too much of a mess

>>35349998
> run, follow me
No weapons, no safe house. Still need to do shit.

>>35349998
>> run, follow me

Dammit Hugo you little shit

>>35350028
We should probably bring Tancred with us to the shanty town outside the wall and find Chiri and Sabeen after this

>>35349998
>> run, follow me

hugo is good for running

and the fuckers drunk anyways.

>>35349998
> run, follow me

You return Tancred's grab at his own forearm and pull him away. "I've got a safe house," you said, "Follow me, step quickly."

You duck out of the tavern while the drunk soldiers stagger after you, Tancred in tow. The tall Norman soldier had a long stride, and kept pace with you easily, barely more than a casual walk even though you moved at double time.

"Not so fast lad," he cautioned as you rounded a corner to St Anne's. Eyes were on the young monk and your tall soldier companion. You cracked the door to St Anne's and ushered Tancred in.

"I thought the worst had happened," he said, walking over and taking a seat at a pew, "And was planning to head back to Jaffa soon as I could."

The worst almost did. You noted Tancred was not a man given to smiling much, and he studied the church with a sober eye. When the mother superior of the Church appeared she clucked her tongue.

"Another stray to put up," she said, and made the cross, "But we serve at the Queen's word." And she retreated, readying another room for your companion.

Tancred spread his arms on the back of the pew, blowing out his mustaches with a weariness that spoke of little sleep.

> ask how Tancred had gotten away (and if he had seen any of the others)
> ask if he would like to turn in for the night (he looked ready to drop)

>>35350217
> ask how Tancred had gotten away (and if he had seen any of the others)

Just a quick question then he can head to bed.

>>35350217
>> ask how Tancred had gotten away (and if he had seen any of the others)

>>35350217
>> ask how Tancred had gotten away (and if he had seen any of the others)

information

>>35350217
> ask how Tancred had gotten away (and if he had seen any of the others)

>>35350055
>find Chiri and Sabeen after this
A month is a long time. We'll have to pay at least half a horse for the expenses. No matter how based Chi is.

>>35350319
Mostly just to make sure they are okay and let them know what has happened

"How did you escape?" you asked. Tancred was no small man to hide himself away in a nook or cranny, but he didn't look beaten up as Solomon had. He turned red rimmed eyes to you and shrugged.

"I was taking a piss when they came," he said, "One tried to grab me but I split him 'cross the face with my sword and ran. Have been running since, looking for my boys. Hid in a Frankish house for a night with a kind old woman and left a couple of my boys there to help her in turn ." His head was dropping even while he talked. You guessed the night had not been restful.

Etain slipped out the side room singing a song in her native language, a shim-shawing cant you didn't understand. "If it please ye to follow me," she said to the rangy soldier. He nodded and accepted the help of an arm to guide him.

"We'll send for your men on the morrow," you said as he disappeared down the corridor.

You looked up at the cross and felt uncertain about how to proceed.

> spend the night in prayer and reflection
> retire to your chamber and get an early night's sleep

>>35350319

likely anyone else is likely to have fled to the syrians and sabeen. we definitely should go find them before they start heading back.

>>35350443
> spend the night in prayer and reflection

Pray for Wilhelm.

>>35350443
>> spend the night in prayer and reflection

pray soothes the soul better than a nights rest

shhhhh I know

>>35350443
> retire to your chamber and get an early night's sleep

>>35350443
>> retire to your chamber and get an early night's sleep

follow williams example. prayers are great and all but the world itself has much more for us to do on the morrow.

>>35350443
>>> retire to your chamber and get an early night's sleep

>>35350443
>spend the night in prayer and reflection

>>35350443
>> spend the night in prayer and reflection

>>35350443
>> retire to your chamber and get an early night's sleep

>>35350443
> retire to your chamber and get an early night's sleep
And remember to keep our hood up

>>35350443
>spend the night in prayer and reflection

>>35350443
>> spend the night in prayer and reflection

Hugo is a boy a faith

>>35350443
Spend the night in prayer and reflection

>>35350443
> spend the night in prayer and reflection

You kneel before the cross and pray. "In Nomine Patris..." you begin, and recite out the Lord's Prayer. Not once or twice but ten times over, 'til your knees burned and your mouth was dry. A young nun watched from the far corner. You hadn't met her before, and when you rose from your vigil she gave you a respectful bow of her head as you made your way to your chamber. You couldn't guess what the hour was, but you thought it close to midnight.

A bed had been prepared for you, a jug of wine and dinner left. You ate quickly and drank a little before pulling off your robes and pulling yourself under the blankets, finding sleep soon.

You dreamed a little. Of the Last Judgement, of the earth opened up and the dead returned to the world of the living. Of men and women with thick black pustules breaking across their faces and awful moans wordless from their broken lips. You tossed and fretted even as Christ appeared with sword in hand, to divide the wicked and the just.

And you awoke in a sweat, wondering which you were. But more you wondered which your brother was, and hoped his time was still far off so he might find salvation from his sins.

You drew on your clothes and staggered from your room, rubbing the bald spot on your head. It was a strange feeling, the bristly little spot, and it had made the girls you passed giggle.

> check in on your companions
> head out to fine another lost companion (roll 1d100, average of three)
> try to sneak out today to visit your non-Christian friends (roll 1d100, average of three)

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>35350729
> head out to fine another lost companion (roll 1d100, average of three)

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>35350729
> check in on your companions
First inform them what we are going to do
>> try to sneak out today to visit your non-Christian friends (roll 1d100, average of three)

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>35350729
>> try to sneak out today to visit your non-Christian friends (roll 1d100, average of three)

>>35350729
>head out to find another lost companion

>>35350762
this

>>35350729
> check in on your companions
Intelligence. Tancred must know something, maybe even plans or trusted messengers.

>>35350729
Head out to find one of your lost companions

>>35350729
Find another of you lost companions

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>35350729
>> head out to fine another lost companion

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>35350729
>head out to find another of your lost companions

>>35351098
>>35351135
you can stop now

>>35351167
lol

You think it wise to check on your friends outside the wall. They would know little of what was happening, and if they had heard anything at all might be given to panic.

Before you slip away you check to see how Solomon was doing. You found him sitting up in his bed, reading a book. Adelheid was checking his bandages in a way more familiar than the usual surgeon, draped across his lap and peeling them back with a wide smile and soothing fingers, so you beat a hasty retreat before they do more than glance up at you.

Your blushing furiously when you stumble across Tancred, who was stripped to his waist and doing push ups in his room. Maggie was watching and giggling while Etain sat on his back, an added weight, calling out each press he made between giggling of her own. The soldier seemed unconcerned by the girls, and focused mostly on his exercise.

You back out of his room with little conversation as well, and pull up your hood before leaving the church.

You check the markets this time for signs of Franz or Sir Raymond but find neither. You do spot a pair of Tancred's soldiers, gambling in the corner. You approach them and inform them of their captain's whereabouts and they thank you, careful not to salute.

As you begin to make your way back to St Anne's you curse. Your day had offered little sign of your other companions. As the sun began to sink you heard footsteps behind you. You'd wandered into the Syrian quarters of the city, and there were few about. The footsteps were heavy, booted feet.

"You!" a rough voice called. You glance over your shoulder. The split lipped thug again, this time alone.

> stand your ground
> run!

>>35351209
> You think it wise to check on your friends outside the wall. They would know little of what was happening, and if they had heard anything at all might be given to panic.

Should be

>You think it wise to check for more of your lost companions.

Sorry, was in the middle of a rewrite after more votes poured in and forgot to change this bit.

>>35351209
> run!

Jesus Christ that guy is presistent

>>35351209
>> run!

dammit hugo you little shit

>>35351209
>stand your ground

>>35351209
>> run!
Sabeen pls

>>35351209
>> stand your ground

>>35351209
stand your grounbd

>>35351209
> run!

>>35351209
> stand your ground
Lets split his lip again.

>>35351209
>> run!

>>35351209
>Tancred, who was stripped to his waist and doing push ups in his room

Tancred confirmed for /fit/

>>35351318
Yes because a brawl in the middle of the market square isnt suddenly going to attract the guards at all

>>35351355
>Implying Hugo is using his head

>>35351209
>> run!
Lets get out of there as fast as we can

>>35351209
Run

>>35351355

i voted to run but i can see this working though. we're in the syrian quaeter which means a commotion may attract some of our non-christian friends.

>>35351399
But we arent.
>You think it wise to check for more of your lost companions.

Won. Never left the city at all

Is Hugo balding, or did he get a head injury?

>>35351461
>Is Hugo balding, or did he get a head injury?
Got his hair cut for his monk disguse

>>35351422
>You'd wandered into the Syrian quarters of the city, and there were few about.

>>35351490
Syrian doesn't mean muslim anon

>>35351490
Doesnt matter. We are still in Jerusalem, no none-christians allowed

>>35351399
Syrians are christians, right? Jerusalem after all.

You decide this isn't the time or place for a fight. You hitch up your robes and start to run. The soldier gives a frustrated bark and sets off after you. Before you've made it to the edge of the street he is breathing down your neck and snatching at your hood.

"You little blond rat," he snarled with hot spittle flying from his broken mouth.

You duck around a corner and thud against a post with an audible smack. The soldier takes a step and is standing over you, grinning.

"Ey, what's this?" a man said, gesturing with scissors. He had a chair set up and a girl sitting in it, with a towel thrown 'round her shoulders. A man and woman, the girl's parents, waited patiently.

"King's business," the soldier snapped, hand on the hilt of his sword, "Mind your own business barber." The barber raised his hands and stepped away.

> call for help (roll 1d100, average of three)
> try to fight
> try to run (roll 1d100, average of three)

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>35351547
>> call for help (roll 1d100, average of three)
"He told me he was going to sodomite me!"

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>35351526
majority muslim I think considering most of them are under Seljuk rule but yeah if they are in the city they are certainly christian.

>>35351547
> try to run (roll 1d100, average of three)

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>35351547
>> try to run (roll 1d100, average of three)

the last thing we need before the trial are charges of murder

>>35351547
> try to fight

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>35351547
>try to run

The Syrian Quarter is the area of Jerusalem that was given to the local Christians to live in, mostly Orthodox or other Eastern Church followers. It mostly conforms to the neighbourhoods that had housed Christians during the Muslim years of rule.

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>>35351556
>>35351562
>>35351582
>>35351623
Just cause we are dressed like a monk doesn't mean we need to act like one, we are a knight.

>>35351670
eh? flight instead of fight seems to make sense for Hugo right now

>>35351670
But we should use that to our advantage, all these people see is some random asshole chasing down a monk

>>35351670

and what happens when we kill the king's own man?

theres no dodging that even if the queen clears big bro.

>>35351670
>Art of manliness
My nigga

Still disagree with you though. We're still a 13 year old boy against what I'm sure is a hardened veteran (Even if it is a plot hook) with a brother about to go on trial for conspiracy and treason

You get up and start to run but your robes and your spinning head cause you to collide with the chair, bowling it and the girl in it over. She falls with a startled cry and you land on top of her, your face buried in her chest. Before the soldier can grab you, you stumble to your feet, pushing yourself off the girl with a hand indelicately placed, and set off.

The girl gives a high startled cry as you launch yourself away. You catch a glance of her blush but are too busy running to do more but shout back a short 'Sorry!'.

The soldier has to climb over stray chair and girl with a barber screaming in his ear, giving you a decent head start, but its not great and he pounds after you, dogging you around the corner, then the next.

It's only at night fall and with a burning through your legs and loins that you stumble into St Anne's, having given the soldier the slip.

You collapse against a pew, puffing out a hard breath. You'd have to avoid the street for a couple of days or you were sure to be spotted again.

> nominate a companion to spend the next two days with

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>35351837
Adelheid

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>35351837
Tancred

we're going to get /fit/

>>35351837
> nominate a companion to spend the next two days with
Tancred or the pair. We need to learn either about the convent or the trial.

>>35351837
>> nominate a companion to spend the next two days with
Adelheid


Hear if she has found out anything about Wilhelm and in general talk about the whole situation and the fact that Judith is a princess

>>35351837

>Solomon

goddammit, we should have gone out. With 4 days past, its highly likely that sabeen might have brought her band with her and headed home to report to her father.

>>35351837
The pair, get some stress relief its been a shitty couple of days.

>>35351905
He's not getting laid anon

>>35351837
>Adelheid

>>35351913

He might. They did ask for him to visit.

>>35351913
Well, if Adel or Solomon wins, then maybe no one is.

>>35351837
The pair or Adelheir

>>35351837
The two girls

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>>35351960
>Implying

>>35351837
>>35351864
Seconding

Tancred

>>35351837
Tancred. We need to cultivate a better relationship with him if we want him and his men to join our band.

>>35352149
you do realise they are sworn me to Hugh right?

>>35351884
Tancred. He might be able to help us assemble the troops. Solomon is too noticeable, and we've been recognised.

Tancred just looks like another Frankish soldier in a city full of them.

>>35352149
Hes not ours. Hes sworn to Lord Hugh, very very little chance of him joining us unless Lord Hugh himself sets him loose.

Tancred. He can teach us how to get our mack on with those two young nuns.

Hugo isn't leaving this convent or this thread without his first threesome.

>>35352128
>>35352134
>>35352149
>>35352170
>>35352170
>>35352256
you can stop now

The next day you find Tancred sitting in the small courtyard, sharpening his sword. Birds sing in the small tree overhead, and he whistles along with the birds. You'd had little cause to speak much with Tancred, all you really knew was that he was a soldier of Jaffa sworn to Count Hugh.

And he was no coward.

"Squire," he said around a chewed stalk of fennel, lowering his whetstone. He was a tall, lean man, with dark brown hair that fell in a Frankish styled fringe across his forehead and an angular, almost horse-like face.

"Tancred," you replied.

He also wasn't much for words and just checked his sword in its scabbard and turned his attention to his maille, working it over with a cloth, checking the links. You did as much every morning as well, and every evening besides, for you and your brother.

He was a good fighter, by your reckoning. Good enough.

> try to draw the man into conversation
> ask him for a quick match

>>35352308
>> ask him for a quick match

Fuck it.

Time to Sword.

>>35352308
>> ask him for a quick match

time to git gud

>>35352308
>ask him for a quick match

>>35352308
>ask him for a quick match
Time to GIT GUD

>>35352308
>> ask him for a quick match

>>35352308
> try to draw the man into conversation
What use is for Count Hugh to have his men hidden and waiting?

>>35352516

Gambling away their wages mostly

"Would you care for a bout?" you said, gesturing to your sword. He grunted, stood up. You'd made it a point to spar with many different people. Solomon had taught you some of the spear fighting techniques of his people and Sabeen had drilled you on local knife fighting. Your brother had taught you some swordplay and Franz some wrestling. It had been a while since you had crossed swords with anyone.

Tancred drew his sword.

"We fight at half-step," he said, "Be careful squire, or you might run yourself up my blade."

You drew your own sword and held it out before you. Without shield or buckler it was not the sort of fencing you were used to. You'd be sure to check your measure and not move to quickly. These blades were live, and anything could happen if senses were abandoned.

> strike beats thrust, thrust beats bind, bind beats strike, roll 1d100 with seven passes

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>35352539
STRIKE

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>35352539
THRUST

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>35352539
Strike

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>35352539

THRUST

>>35352539
BIND

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>35352539
Bind

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>35352539

THRUST LIKE WILHELM

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>35352539

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>35352539
Strike

>>35352612
YOU LIMPDICKED FUCKTAAAARD

>>35352567
>>35352579
>>35352612

RiP little squire.

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>>35352579
>>35352612

Rolled 2, 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3 = 15 (7d3)

Rollin' for Tancred

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>>35352612

It's Wilhelm alright

>>35352612
Anon this is why we DON'T thrust lik Wilhelm

>>35352698
The Koblenz family, cursed with shitty fighting skills blessed with good looks and high CHA

>>35352708
>Implying Hugo isn't going to make like Gutsu & row row fight thine figures of authority

>>35352739
>implying Hugo isn't Casca

>>35352760
>Implying Adelheid isn't Casca
>Implying Solomon isn't Gutsu
>Implying Wilhelm won't go full Griffith

>>35352786
> Wilhelm
> full Griffith
> Iovetta is the princess of Midland

Oh shit.

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>>35352836

At least Wilhelm made good use of his lower parts until now

> strike > thrust
> thrust < strike
> strike > thrust
> thrust = thrust
> bind < thrust
>bind = bind
> thrust > bind

You gain the first advantage, positioning your blade to cut across his throat when he draws for a thrust, and when he takes a next careful step, move to change your cut into a thrust, but find his sword has knocked it aside. You step around each other, more like a careful dance than a full speed fight, and you find you match each other well, but Tancred has the clear advantage in size and experience. No actual blows were struck in the fight of course, lest one of you be killed.

You struggle to match each step of his, his sword seeming to always have the inch on yours, his step longer, but you manage to place your blade enough that it's no clear loss either, even if your form was not entirely fluid at times.

By your final exchange though you manage to place the point of your sword on his knee, an overstep on Tancred's part.

A small group of nuns had come to watch your match, among them the two novices of distant Ireland, Maggie and Etain.

"What think you gentle women?" Tancred asked, lowering his blade.

"Oh I think you're both a fine pair," Maggie said, "But I know little of swords."

"Hugo had the last touch," Etain said.

"Yes, but the soldier had his measure the rest of the time," a small dark girl said.

"A rematch!" they all decided, "Rematch." And it was soon joined with 'Shirtless!" So they could judge it clearly, of course.

> rematch?
> leave off

>>35352871
>shirtless rematch

>>35352871
>rematch

>>35352871
>> rematch?

[GITTING GUD INTENSIFIES]

>>35352786
Haha, hey, that makes Orlando Corkus, doesn't it?

>>35352871
> rematch?

>>35352894
Shirtless rematch.

But first we must pour a pail of water over ourselves

>>35352905
>Implying Corkus isn't Franz

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>35352871
Rematch, Shirt Optional in honor of Welf.

Never forget

>>35352739
>>35352760
>>35352786
>>35352836
When did a medieval quest got so weeb and wizardly?

>>35352871
>Shirtless rematch

>>35352938
Wilhelm pls

>>35352966
since TKQ

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>35352966

since it was first hosted on 4chan

>>35352871
>Shirtless rematch

[GAR intensifies]

>>35352983
>since TKQ
Why is TKQ not familiar with history, then? This is /tg/

>>35353051
because it was? up until Raian quit it had a semblance of history running with it's alt. history scenario

You doff your shirt to the whistle of the girls and Tancred did the same.

"My wife must never hear of this," he said, waggling his sword at you but grinning from ear to ear anyway. He was a flat bellied, flat chested man of lean corded muscle, with a long scar down the shoulder and along the ribs, very faded. You couldn't say what kind of weapon had made that wound, but he saw you looking.

"A Turk scimitar," he said, "Always keep your shield ready. They move quick."

The nuns divided into cheering sections. One side for you, the other for Tancred. You counted more in his number, but saw Maggie and Etain leading your side.

"You can do it Hugo!" Etain clapped, and Maggie had her around the shoulder, biting her lip with excitement.

You tried hard not to blush.

> strike beats thrust, thrust beats bind, bind beats strike, roll 1d100 with seven passes

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>35353103

THRUST LIKE SOLOMON

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>35353103
Thrust

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>35353103
bind!

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>35353103
Let's seize the advantage!

BIND

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>35353103
THRUUUUUUUUST

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>35353103
>> strike beats thrust, thrust beats bind, bind beats strike, roll 1d100 with seven passes
Bind

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>35353103
Strike like Iovetta

>>35353132
anon clear your caches

>>35353162
IOVETTA STRONK!

Rolled 3, 2, 3, 2, 1, 2, 3 = 16 (7d3)

Rolling for Tancred

>>35353162
>>35353192
Iovetta, wielder of the Heart-Breaking Blade, protector of Willhelm's [strike]penis[/strike] smile!

DEEEEEEEUUUUUSS

>>35353299
FAAAAAAULT

thrust > bind
thrust = thrust
bind =bind
bind < thrust
thrust < strike
bind < thrust
strike < bind

At first it looks like you might have the advantage, you keep him at point and when you closes you match him step for step, but then things start shifting and soon you are retreating from his advance. His long arms outreach you and you can't slip past his guard. Your frustration mounts, and soon you are trying to beat him to the thrust, building your speed past the half-measure. But no trick is working, he knocks your blade aside and mock-strikes you each time. Finally you give a tight roar of frustration and strike up from the hip.

He catches you on the blade and steps into a blade, grabbing your sword by the hilt and knocking you down with shoulder and hip, disarming you. You sprawl to the dirt swearing.

"I said step careful boy," he said, furrowing his brow. He took both swords in one hand and offered you the other. When he had you on your feet he had the nuns gushing over him.

"So skillful!" Etain said, wiping his chest with a cloth to soak up the sweat.

"And chivalrous," Maggie said, doing the same to his back.

Tancred slapped you on the shoulder and offered you your sword. You took it with a nod. The man enjoyed the attention and touch of the girls, that was obvious, but he was shaking them off as well, drawing back on his shirt.

He draws you to dinner and you talk a little on tactics and shared battle experience, no hard feelings passed between you. Though you felt an irk that the girls mooned mostly for him now, and seemed no longer as concerned with you.
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War +3

>>35353403
>Though you felt an irk that the girls mooned mostly for him now, and seemed no longer as concerned with you.

Hugo is never going to get laid. Even the Irish potatoes are too good for him now.

>>35353403
fuck

>>35353403
>Though you felt an irk that the girls mooned mostly for him now, and seemed no longer as concerned with you.

See you little shit this why you Git gud

>>35353441
At this rate, by the time Hugo is Wilhelm's age he'll be demolishing men with his spear and women with his dick.

>>35353403
You last day of self exile past and you learned a little about the soldier. He had a wife and four children, two girls and two boys, and they tended a copse of date palms for Count Hugh as well as keeping some pigs and chickens. His main occupation was warfare however, and he had fought in near every campaign since he was an age to do so, under King Baldwin and King Fulk in turn.

You finally feel confident to leave the Church without being recognised.

> search for a lost companion (roll 1d100, average of three)
> meet with your non-Christian friends outside the walls

>>35353403
Damn you rock paper scissors!

>>35353403
>Though you felt an irk that the girls mooned mostly for him now, and seemed no longer as concerned with you.

Atleast Sabeen likes Hugo for who he is...

>>35353505
>> meet with your non-Christian friends outside the walls

>>35353505
>> meet with your non-Christian friends outside the walls

Time to check up on Sabeen and Chiri. Hopefully Franz and Sir Raymond has been wise enough to do the same

>>35353505
> meet with your non-Christian friends outside the walls

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>35353505
>> search for a lost companion (roll 1d100, average of three)

>>35353505
>> meet with your non-Christian friends outside the walls

Time for Sabeen, finally. If she hasn't gone off.

>>35353508
Sabeen likes Hugo but has a case of severe cockthirst for Wilhelm

>>35353505
>meet with your non-Christian friends outside the walls

>>35353545

The standard stuff for conversion to marry each other would come into play, yes?

That means if Sabeen and Hugo wish to tie the knot, either one must convert.

>>35353591
I'm under the impression that Muslim men can marry Christian women without requiring that they convert, but not the other way around, because the man of the household is the de facto religious leader for that family unit, and a Muslim woman must have a Muslim man to guide her in the faith.

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>35353505
>search for a lost companion

>>35353505
>> meet with your non-Christian friends outside the walls

>>35353531
Give it up anon

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>35353505

Rolling out of curiosity because results already decided and holy shit those rolls

>>35353670
If looking for lost companion had won we would probably run into the King, Lord Baldwin, Sir Blaise and Sir Blaise's twin brother Sir Slaise...

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>>35353619
>Maliks face when

Where is Hugo's charsheet that people were talking about just now?

>>35353714
>Where is Hugo's charsheet that people were talking about just now?

http://pastebin.com/2STedMGR

>>35353714
Hugo:http://pastebin.com/2STedMGR
Wilhelm:http://pastebin.com/rZQ8vVBd

>>35353619

Which means that anything lasting beyond comradeship is going to end in tears.

>>35353761
No one seems to get who they want here.

Chri wants Wilhelm.
Wilhelm wants Iovetta
Hugo wants Sabeen
Sabeen wants Hugo and/or Wilhelm
Solomon and Adelheid wants eachother

You decide it best to find your friends outside the wall and tell them just what had happened, if they had not heard a rumour or two already. You pulled up your hood but felt no especial need to be circumspect.

Your friends were camped out the Gate of St Stephen, so it was down St Stephen's Street you went. The guards watched you with narrow eyes as you pass, but do not halt you.

The Syrian camp was small. Five men take up little room in the sprawling tent city that lay outside Jerusalem's walls. As you approach you note a handsome Syrian, the one your brother had flogged, sitting as a guard with sword bare across his knee. And he dangled Chihirizahd on the other. She knotted his hair and he fondled her happily up the thigh. He had a grin like he'd just heard a fine jest, and dipped his head as if to kiss her neck.

When they saw you they both bolted upright. Chihirizahd had hand to her mouth and eyes wide with shock, but the Syrian had his sword leveled.

"What brings a monk out here?" he demanded, "What business have you in our camp?"

"I had heard you were killed!" Chihirizahd said, backing away, "The king had you all killed!"

> talk to Chihirizahd
> talk to the Guard

>>35353839
>> talk to Chihirizahd
Already replaced Wilhelm, eh ?

>>35353730
>>35353735

Molto grazie, gents.

>>35353761
Sabeen could always go to a Christian country where she won't be murdered for apostasy, and convert to Christianity there.

>>35353817
>Heresy
>Station
>East meets West
>all of the above
>Cuckolding the big G

>>35353839
> talk to the Chihirizahd

>>35353839
>> talk to Chihirizahd

>>35353839
>> talk to Chihirizahd

Our brother wouldnt even have been cold in the ground and she has already thrown herself onto someone else

>>35353839
> talk to Chihirizahd
The King has a Queen to worry about

>>35353916
Stockholm syndrome is a helluva drug anon

>>35353839
>> talk to Chihirizahd

>>35353863
>>35353916

In her defense, her path to survival as a heretic pleasure slave is to find a master who's willing to protect her.

With Wilhelm presumed dead, she had to be pragmatic.

>>35353993
True, but i wouldnt blame Hugo for getting angry

>>35353993

Yea, won't fault her pragmatism. Only her speed at giving up hope.

>>35354038
But will hugo?

>>35354005
I would, Hugo is so far quite clueless and numb to show anger.

>>35354005

Yeah, Hugo being angry would be perfectly reasonable as well. It makes sense for both characters.

"I live," you said, "As does my brother." Could you mask the bite in your words? Perhaps, but the sight of her so quick upon the lap of another send a sharp spike of anger up your gut.

"We had no word," she dropped to her knees, "We heard a hundred different things. That the king had caught traitors and hanged them before the Temple of Solomon, that they were a band of killers sent against the king led by a German mercenary." Tears started to prick her eyes. She wrung her hands.

"My brother is a prisoner of the king, but he is not dead. He is awaiting trial in a month's time," you said.

To that Chihirizahd did weep silent tears. "Then he may be as good as dead, for what hope is there, with the king set against him?"

Such hopelessness writ on her face as tears spilled down past a quivering lip.

"You make my slave cry little monk," the Syrian said, stepping between you, "Perhaps I should make you cry too." He was armed and armoured, while all you had were your robes and sword hidden beneath. But his arrogant tilt of the head, and your defeat the day before struck a sore point.

> fight the Syrian
> don't accept his challenge

>>35354257

Dont accept the challenge

> I am no monk, Saracen

>>35354257

>retort with words

"Your slave? my brother yet lives or do you not recognise my face. Where. Is. Sabeen."

>>35354257
>> fight the Syrian

Oh no, she is not his.

>>35354257
>"You make my slave cry little monk,"
>''MY slave''


> fight the Syrian

>>35354257
>fight

>>35354257
> don't accept his challenge
War is the most pleb stat.

>>35354321
>War is the most pleb stat.

Wilhelm pls

>>35354257
>> don't accept his challenge
and >>35354293

>>35354257
> fight the Syrian

>>35354293

Seconding this

>>35354288
>>35354293
>>35354338
You guys seriously going "don't accept, but offend the armed man anyway"?

Did you come form Ghost Quest?

>>35354257
> fight the Syrian
GOD WILLS IT!

>>35354257
> fight the Syrian

GIT GUD

>>35354257
>> don't accept his challenge

>>35354257
> fight the Syrian
Also ask him where Sabeen is.

>>35354372
yes

>>35354257
>fight the Syrian

>He was armed and armoured, while all you had were your robes and sword hidden beneath
>Worse WAR than Wilhelm

You are going to get Hugo killed, this isn't a sparring match. We already went 0-2 today, what makes you think we'll win?

>>35354293
this

HF, I'd rather die by fiat than have the illusion of randomness do it. Or suffer the shame of airbags and setbacks.

>>35354436
Hugo has better war than William.

>>35354257
>> don't accept his challenge

>>35354257
>> fight the Syrian

Zhao yun up in this shit

>>35354470
http://pastebin.com/2STedMGR

Is 62 better than 67 now?

>>35354492
Yes.

Slap him in his goddamn face and then fight him

Holy shit seriously guys?

DONT FIGHT HIM FFS

>>35354492
he did last thread

>>35354257
>> don't accept his challenge

>>35354519

We aren't fighting him last thread, we are fighting him in this thread with a 62 fucking WAR. We have no armor and a piddly sword. He's armored and has his arms.

Fuck it, not fighting him's not going to win.

> don't accept his challenge

Our busuiness isn't with the Syrian, but Chihirazhad. Fucking bitch claiming she loved our brother with the utmost loyalty and all. If she didn't even know which rumor was truth, and was so loyal, why didn't she attempt to find out what really went down?

Instead, she went down on another man, probably saying the same words to hook him in. If she wants to be a slave that badly, then she c an fuck off with the Syrian. Bros before Hoes. Scowl at her and turn away.

>>35354553
well fuck you too faggot

>>35354559
Don't be a pussy.

>>35354586

Dont be a dick

>>35354559
It's called learned helplessness

You draw your sword from beneath your vestment, and unsheathe your blade.

"If you want to fight I will fight," you said, "I fear no Saracen, and she is not your slave. My brother still lives, and I will protect his property in his name."

The Syrian glared at you, and you glared back. And right as it looked like 'd close a wooden rod struck the back of his head.

"Hot blooded fool!" Sabeen scowled. The man dropped his sword and winced, clutching the back of his head. She pointed to you. "Are you so much a horny fool you do not recognise a former comrade?"

You lowered your sword at the sight of her and couldn't keep from grinning, even as she kept a furious scowl. She struck the man this time on the shin, and sent him hopping back.

"My tent," she told you, pointing with the rod, "Now." And strode away. You were quick after her, sheathing your sword.

When you were alone in the tent you saw her standing over a folded out table, looking down on a map, but when she turned she had a smile on her face.

"You look ridiculous," she said, and a bit of wetness appeared in her eyes, "But its damn good to see you safe."

> its good to see you Sabeen
> give her a hug

>>35354559
She said she'd be a whore for Wilhelm. Not like she has much left with him gone. You're stepping close to waifuism.

>>35354612
> give her a hug
Based Syrian girl

>>35354436
Third time's a charm

>>35354553
>>35354519
I mixed up my planned stats for Hugo last thread, and corrected them over the weekend. Sorry if that's created some confusion.

>>35354612
>> its good to see you Sabeen
>> give her a hug

>>35354612
> give her a hug

>>35354612
>> give her a hug
Us grabby Franks

>>35354612
Run her through with the sword. No filty mudslime whore is going to insult us today.

>>35354599
>>35354620

I'd say she's more pragmatic than helpless.

But yeah, she's a more useful tool not a waifu.

>>35354612
> give her a hug

>>35354656

Oh its murderhobo anon from other quests yes? are you also in the Sireyi thread?

>>35354656

Snapple pls

>>35354612
>> give her a hug

>>35354612
Smile weakly. "Aren't we a pair? My brother is to be on trial for his life, arraigned by 'good Christian men', and here you are showing me more love and charity than ever did one Christian see from another."

> Waifu-Gathering Prana

>>35354699
What?

>>35354612
>give her a hug
Spaghetti incoming!

>>35354718
We shouldn't disparage the people that have been offering us shelter and helped us meet the queen anon. You know, what with them being the Church and all Christians.

>>35354718
Do not

>>35354718
You know except for the Saint Anna Church and the Queen

>>35354638

HF, what usually happened in this time period in the rare cases where a muslim and a christian attempted to wed?

>>35354718
anon please if Hugo's falling out of christendom it'll come later in life or after the trial

>>35354718
>Forgetting about Adelheid and the Church

I guess saving Solobro's life and getting a whiff of Irish tits wasn't good enough for that ingrate

>>35354797
>>35354813
>>35354818
>>35354839
>>35354840

> Not wanting brown waifu

Fuck you faggots

>>35354827

In the 11th century? you have to elope, somewhere tolerant preferably

South East Asia is a good choice, the Muslim conquest hasnt started yet there

>>35354895
I do, but your way is idiotic

>>35354895
>Thinking that write-in is going to get you a brown waifu

>>35354895
>implying we'd betray the one True God for some Arab pussy
Top kek anon

>>35354895
>implying Hugo won't get a harem

patience anon

>>35354718
>Not taking Temptation Resisting Stance before hand to make sure you don't use Waifu Gathering Prana at the wrong time and come off as a selfish ingrate.

>>35354895
This is a no fedora zone.
Although right now, I'm not sure if it will remain a no waifuing/shonen zone.

You don't think. You just run over and hug her, grabbing her around the chest. She laughs and runs a hand over your bald patch, then fluffs up the ring of blond locks around it.

"They took my brother," you said, and found your shoulders were shaking, and gave a snort, "And I was lost in the city. Solomon almost died, and I've been chased every day with men looking for me. You all thought we were killed. A-and they t-took my brother!" You choked back a sob.

She smoothed a hand across your head. "It's okay," she said, returning your hug. You snorted into her shoulder. "I never believed it. Not once. I don't move for rumours." She pushed you back and cupped your cheek. "And I don't doubt for a second your brother will be well, and you'll be back beside him soon."

You nodded and managed a smile. She smiled back, and offered you a chair, pouring out a cup of water. "Let's talk," she said, leaning on the desk.

> talk of your time in the city
> ask after her and her camp

>>35354947
>> ask after her and her camp

If we can do both, do both, but ask about her and her camp first.

>>35354947
Do both but first tell her everything
> talk of your time in the city

then
> ask after her and her camp

>>35354947
> ask after her and her camp
It's a whole month and sizable amount of loot. Malik must be waiting, too.

>>35354947
>She laughs and runs a hand over your bald patch
Hugo is balding? or did he get an Impromptu haircut?

>>35354963
this

>>35354947
>> ask after her and her camp

>>35354989
Seriously, read the threads. He got a haircut when he was smuggled into the palace

>>35354989

He's disguised as a monk. Adelheid (I think) did the shave job last thread.

>>35354985

Man, how are we going to sell that noble corpse now?

>>35354989
He had his head shaved into a Tonsure cut. It's how monks wear their hair. It always looked stupid to me but hey religious practices can be pretty odd sometimes.

>>35354989
>Hugo is balding? or did he get an Impromptu haircut?
There's an archive, come back later. HF runs long.

>>35355012
huh I've reread that thread like three times I must've missed it.

>>35354827
>HF, what usually happened in this time period in the rare cases where a muslim and a christian attempted to wed?

Depends on where you were, and this is the 12th century. A Muslim man could freely marry a Christian woman in Muslim lands. With Christian lands it varies, but usually with the understanding one or the other would convert to Christianity it was acceptable. A Christian man was forbidden (and still is in much of the Muslim world) from marrying a Muslim woman unless he converts in Muslim lands however.

In the Holy Land in these days, for the crime of fornicating with a Muslim slave the punishment for a Christian man was castration and the chopping off of the woman's nose.

For a Muslim man sleeping with a Christian, it was death. I assume this extends to non-slave arrangements as well, but how heavily these laws were enforced I cannot say.

>>35355045

Come on anon. Someone asked that question in this very same thread >>35351461
and HF referenced a bald spot on Hugo here. >>35350729

>>35355058
>for the crime of fornicating with a Muslim slave the punishment for a Christian man was castration and the chopping off of the woman's nose

Good thing Charizard isn't Muslim!

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>>35355058
>for the crime of fornicating with a Muslim slave the punishment for a Christian man was castration and the chopping off of the woman's nose.

G-Good t-thing we don't have a-any muslim s-slaves r-right?

>>35355058

Fascinating.

Thanks for the info, HF.

>>35355132
Yep, she is a Yazdani

Who are pretty much considered Devil Worshippers

>>35355132
We don't.

>>35355152
thats the Joke anon

"Tell me everything," you asked, leaning forward with your cup.

Sabeen tapped a toe. "There is not much to say," she said, "Except the corpse stinks, the prisoner won't stop trying to escape, and my men near came to blows drawing lots for the slave girl yesterday. I near had her sold off to a Jew for the trouble it was causing, but she agreed to go with Aymal to settle the matter. I can't rightly blame her. He's a handsome man and a fine warrior," she blushed a little and drank deep, "To speak the truth if you'd taken a day longer I'd have broken camp and returned to my father." She set aside her cup and smiled, "I am glad I waited. If only to see you dressed so foolishly."

You blushed at that. Maybe you should do something about your ridiculous hair cut to spare yourself the jests.

"We're taken up in a Church," you said, "It seems safe for now. And we've got word with the Queen. She meas to help us. Did you know Judith is a princess?"

Sabeen arched a brow. "I did not, no," she leaned back, hand on the hilt of her sword, the other drumming her armoured hip.

"What is your next move?" she asked.

You finished your drink. "I'm trying to gather the others. Sir Raymond and Franz are still missing, same with some of the soldiers."

"We'll keep an eye out here," Sabeen said.

"Thank you," you replied. She was smiling again, and you were too.

> I-I should head back
> hang around for the night

>>35355268
>> hang around for the night

>>35355268
> hang around for the night

>>35355268
> hang around

It's not safe to go back by ourselves.

Also, we might want to see if we can bring Chihirizahd back with us. She'd make a useful courier.

>>35355268
>> I-I should head back

>>35355302
It may be difficult to keep her in the church.

>>35355268
>> hang around for the night

We need to let her know where the rest of us are quartered in the city.

>>35355302

Wouldn't it look awfully suspicious for a Kurdish girl to be walking around in the Holy Land? It would probably draw questions and harassment.

She'd have no protection walking the streets of Jerusalem either. She'd probably get kidnapped and sold off

>>35355268
Head back. Grab Solomon. He can take back Chiri

>>35355349
That is ofcourse if they would even let her inside

>>35355335
Why? I'm pretty sure Jerusalem is full of ambiguously brown people walking about, and even the nunnery would have native-born servants or staff helping out with menial chores.

>>35355268
Guys don't forget we're disguised as a monk. If we stay the night here it will draw undue suspicion. As nice as it'd be to hang around the camp, it may be best if we return to the city and resume the search for the others.

>>35355349
Well we could borrow a nun's habit, come back tomorrow and sneak her in?

It'll save Sabeen's camp the trouble of having her around and fucking with the morale of her guys.

>>35355385
that could work

help

my /ss/ senses are tingling

smut when?

>>35355385

Seems risky for minimum gain. She said the matter was settled for now. I'm honestly not sure what we gain by having her in the city instead of in Sabeen's camp.

>>35355366

Didn't HF say that non-Christians aren't allowed in the Holy Land? I am guessing it would draw suspicion, but maybe HF can clarify.

>>35355385
We risk getting into really really big problems

>>35355438
>Didn't HF say that non-Christians aren't allowed in the Holy Land?
They aren't allowed in the city of Jerusalem.

Of course, 'Christian' isn't an ethnicity.

>>35355439
Hell yeah, we do! You have a problem with it?

>>35355435
never Anon being Hugo is suffering

>>35355457
Yeah, Solomon doesn't seem to have a problem.

>>35355385

I don't think it covers her face and she's probably brown as hell.

Yo HF, they have Kurdish/Arabic nuns back then?

>>35355477
There were Kurdish and Arabic Christians, yes. Still are.

>>35355496

Then, sure why the hell not.

>>35355477
As long as they cover her outrageously hot body, we won't get in trouble.