>>35484583
>Write in
"We need to find out more information before we do anything."

Oh also
POST IN ADVANCE ON TWITTER WHEN YOU'RE GOING TO RUN A THREAD

>>35484583
>> They're wrong, we shouldn't kill Orlando
Atleast not yet

>>35484583
> They're wrong, we shouldn't kill Orlando
There's enough trouble with the trial, adding fire to it only risk worse consequences and cramping the Queen's plans.

Also did Wilhelm just have his birthday, if i remember correctly we started out as 17 years old?

>>35484627
This

>>35484583
>>> They're right, we should kill Orlando
As long as it leaves no trail back to Wilhelm/us

>>35484738
Yep, turned 18 a couple of days ago. (he was born early april)

Sharp eye.

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>>35484797
How imagined he spent it

>>35484583
>> They're wrong, we shouldn't kill Orlando

I can't see Hugo siding with them on this issue at this point. I don't feel that passionately about the issue though.

>>35484833
Aye, would understand if Hugo feels conflicted. Orlando betrayed them but he is still trying to save his brother

>>35484583
Fulk is already paranoid about the fact that some of his supporters has already died in the city

> They're wrong, we shouldn't kill Orlando

H-He was our f-friend our brother

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=yTgmxKjY--c

Found this guy. Shotel, stickfighting stuff.

>>35484583
We should probably not kill Orlando. Make shit suspicious. Besides, all we really agreed to was to protect the roads of the land in order to garner support for the queen, which they only have word of from two power hungry chucklefucks

As your friends argue you clear your throat.

"I don't think we should kill Orlando," you said.

They turn to look at you. Solomon had a deep scowl on his face. Adelheid was currently bandaging up his arm, but even she stopped to stare at you. Now your reasons aren't just because Orlando had been a companion, though that was part of it. "King Fulk is keeping eyes out for trouble, isn't he?" you asked, but you already knew he was. Adelheid confirmed it with a nod. "If Orlando was killed he'd just get even more paranoid, and it would make my brother look extra guilty."

Adelheid finished her work and smoothed her dress. "The boy isn't wrong. Hell, he may just go the next step and have Wilhelm murdered in retribution."

That you had not considered, and it launched a hard spike of panic through your gut.

Solomon didn't like what he was hearing. He took a seat and slouched back, glowering at nothing. "Honour demands Orlando be killed," he spoke the words deep, a lion's rumbling.

Adelheid put a hand to his shoulder. "Perhaps vengeance can be had after the trial," she said, "How ever it may go."

They seemed to see your reasoning, though they still had murderous thoughts. You were fairly certain they would not act on them, for now. You had said you did not want Orlando to be killed, but you didn't quite know your own mind fully. He had been a boon companion through hard days, and you had heard him speak to your brother as if he meant to help him. But still it had been treachery of the most ignoble sort.

You thought on that in privacy later, lying in your bed with sword across your chest, chewing your lip. If killing a friend could spare your brother, would you do it?
-

character sheet: http://pastebin.com/rZQ8vVBd

You are Wilhelm of Koblenz, and you had been enjoying your stay in the cells of Jerusalem. The Tower of David, part fortress and part palace, had been a hospitable place so far. A tasteless pottage for breakfast and dinner. Itchy straw to sleep on. The finest rags to wear and all the best rats for company. It made the bishop's residence in Trier look like a stable in comparison.

Your guards spoke only French, at least they only spoke French to you. So you did not suffer dull conversation.

How did you spend most of your time?

> composing music, to keep your mind active
> physical exercise, you used what room you could to stay active
> mostly in silent contemplation and prayer. Faith is your shield.

>>35485295
>> composing music, to keep your mind active

We are going to need the Char boost for the trial and politics. Also music owns. Bard Knight owns.

>>35485295
>> composing music, to keep your mind active

We are the Bard Knight and we need that CHA for the Trial

>>35485295
> composing music, to keep your mind active

>>35485295
> composing music, to keep your mind active
Bard Knight. Hugo can be our champion anyway.

>>35485295
Assholes could atleast have let us keep our Harp..

>>35485295
> composing music, to keep your mind active
Recite every bloody tale you know between the Rhine and Jerusalem.

Add a few verses about Kiya Ummid and Shirkuh

>>35485295
>composing music, to keep your mind active

one about murdering Orlando, a two part epic about the lion & the dove and a fourth about a knight wrongly imprisoned for a crime he didnt commit.

>>35485295
>> composing music, to keep your mind active

and singing them out the bars of our cell. do it enough and the songs shall spread.

>>35485295

orlando's should read traitor-in-arms heh

>>35485359
>one about murdering Orlando

Should instead just make one about how a friend Betrayed friend. He will get the point

>>35485295
> composing music, to keep your mind active

>>35485401
yeah actually that sounds better

>>35485295
> physical exercise, you used what room you could to stay active

You spend your days with music on your mind, and on your tongue. Singing songs that you knew, and then ones of your own creation. You kept with you a spoon you used to make notation on the walls. You thought you'd make a fine melody at one point, but you were never quite satisfied with it. If only you had a harp, or some other instrument on hand.

Much of its content seemed to waft between scenes of betrayal, and thoughts of a young princess. A tragedy, you thought. But that really came down to how it ended. And the end of it was not written yet.

You had infrequent guests at this time. Orlando, who tried to speak to you about 'reason' was the most common. But all you heard in his voice was the double edge of a man trying to justify himself. Occasionally a woman would come and look in on you, a palace servant. You did not know her and she would not speak with you.

Mostly, you were alone. Your arm healed fully, but you were not sure it healed well.

A lesser man might have been driven to despair by such surroundings. You were not.

Not yet.

> roll 1d100 (best of three)

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>35485657

No depression!

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>35485657

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>35485657

>>35485657
dice pls

>>35485686
Thank you kind Anon.

>>35485686

good job anon

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>>35485686
I'm so proud of you!

>>35485686

Mind of steel?

> +1 cha, +1 int, -2 War

How long you had been locked up you could not say, but today you had a different visitor.

"Excuse me," you heard her voice and for a second thought it was a fading part of your dream. A bolt slid, and you saw a pair of large blue eyes fill the slot. You saw her golden brown knot with worry, and a small hand reach through the bars.

"Wilhelm," Ioveta said, reaching toward you. You came to the door, and the hand found your face.

Your time a captive had left you with a small shaggy beard and hair grown long and shaggy to match. Yet her hand was not troubled by the bristles.

"Ioveta," you said, the first real smile you'd had in weeks cracking your face.

She drew her hand back and gripped the bars. She was standing on the guard's stool, the guard himself having gone for a walk. She did not seem overly upset, her expression was very steady. Behind her was that woman, the palace servant. She seemed very much like Ioveta in her features, a curious thing.

"I brought you something," she said, drawing out a peach. She took a bite and offered it to you. There was a strange tremble in her hand.

Real fruit, your stomach groaned for it.

> eat it
> don't eat

>>35485912
>> eat it

>>35485912
> eat it

>>35485912
>Behind her was that woman, the palace servant. She seemed very much like Ioveta in her features, a curious thing.

somehow I doubt thats a servant.....

>>35485912
> eat it

Surely, she wouldn't poison us?

>>35485912
>> eat it
Omnomnom

>>35485912
> eat it
And dispose of the seed. Or let the rats do it.

>>35485944
Probably one of her sisters.

>>35485912
> don't eat
Ask why Ioveta herself isn't giving us the fruit.

>>35485978
yeah thats what I was getting at

>>35485979
She is, perhaps I worded it strangely.

>>35485912
>> don't eat

accept it but do not eat it yet

what's wrong loveta?

>>35485912
>> don't eat

You took a bite of the fruit, the juices washing down from your lips and into your beard. You ate it to the pit, and tossed the seed aside. Ioveta brushed your hair back behind your ear, it really was getting long.

"I have something else," she said, and produced a skin. She took a sip, a white wine, whipped her lips and then held it up for you to drink.

The woman shifted uncomfortably as she watched.

> drink
> don't drink

>>35485912
>eat it
If it is drugged, we can always just go back to prison.

>>35486096
>> don't drink

No need, let's get down to business.

>>35486096
>> don't drink
Okay, what is wrong?

>>35486031
Seconding!

>>35486096
>don't drink

>>35486096
ask whats wrong, and how much longer can we expect to sit here.

>>35486096
> drink
This is married couple stuff, isn't it?

>>35486096
> don't drink

okay this feels weird

>>35486096
> drink
then ask what the occasion is

>>35486096
>>> drink
I've been in prison too long for this shit

>>35486096
> drink

>>35486096
>> don't drink

You hold a hand up and she blinks.

"No," you said, "What is wrong, what are you doing?"

Ioveta drew away from the door, her lip trambling and expression suddenly very fragile. The woman behind her stepped forward with a terrible expression, like the thunderhead of a storm cloud she drew toward the door and toward you, finger struck out.

"Salaud! Ma sœur se jette sur vous!" she spits hot words in her French tongue, her bosom heaving. If she could gut you with a look, she would have. "You ignorant savage!" she slapped the bars hard.

You were lost in all this, but could see Ioveta standing awkwardly a step away, wine skin still clutched in her hands.

"What is going on?" you asked.

"Hod..." Ioveta said, her voice very small, but the woman had a flick of her wrist and a hard word in French for her, before she was back on you.

"It is the tradition," the woman said, "And you should thank god I love my sister enough to help her. Drink the wine, and you will be betrothed. And I will stand with you should anyone speak against it." The woman scowled and spat. "Though now I think I'm twice a fool for doing so."

Wait, what?

> drink the wine
> you probably shouldn't drink the wine

>>35486096
drink

>>35486096
>> don't drink

>>35486392
>> drink the wine

>>35486392
>> drink the wine

>>35486392
> drink the wine

>>35486392
>> drink the wine

holy shit what

>>35486392
> drink the wine

>>35486392
>> drink the wine

>>35486392
This is a betrothal!

>>35486392
> drink the wine

>>35485912
>> +1 cha, +1 int, -2 War

Super late, but this is a pretty good trade-off in my eyes.

I'm sure we can buy totally sweet armor with our money once we get out of this place.

>>35486589
fuck armor, we need more loyal men to protect our ass

>>35486616

Why not both?

>>35486589
As long as anons stop going into fights and start actually leading as a commander.

>>35486644
this, Hugo & Solomon are here should have fighting on our hands

Ioveta steps forward again, step soft and expression shy, and holds up for you the wine skin. You reach through the bars as far as you are able. She stands up on the stool again, holds the skin up for you. The wine runs over your tongue, down your throat. Its a dry vintage, but its the sweetest thing you'd had. Two thick gulps and it was done. She reached a trembling hand through the bars, taking you either side of the head, and pushed her own against the bars.

"In the eyes of witnesses, I say this, that Wilhelm of Koblenz is to be my husband, and that I am to be his wife. In the fullness of time and under the eyes of God, we shall be wed," she kissed her hand and pressed it to your lips, as close as to a kiss as she could manage.

You kissed her delicate palm, you grabbed it and pulled it against your face, kissing the wrist. Her fingers danced across your face and she laughed a little.

Was this a last mercy to a doomed man, you wondered?

"In my land I would give you a ring and sandals," you said, "And a kiss." You kissed her hand again.

"This is not your land," the woman said, "This is Jerusalem." But she sighed and gave a tight smile. "I hope this is not a mistake. If you are half as good in nature as your brother, my sister is lucky. If you are a scoundrel, well. The Queen, the Patriarch and half the bachelors of the world will be happy to correct this mistake."

But she leaned forward and kissed Ioveta on the cheek, and Ioveta blushed brightly, eyes still on you.

"He will be my husband," she said, "Or no one." And she drew her hand away, tugging one last time at your beard.

They could not stay, the steps of the guard returning could be heard. As she left you watched, and felt a keen yearning in your gut.

>>35486644

I blame Solobro

>>35486735
Get fucked Elias!

>>35486644

Please, please this

IGNORE EVERY DUELS HOLY SHIT WE ARE NOT FRONTLINE LEADER

UNLESS WE HAVE 70+ WAR, LIKE HUGO

>>35486685

Hugo's still pretty weak though since he doesn't have great equipment+ the whole being 13 thing. Plus anons don't want to expose him to too much danger. I want more disposable meat shields.

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>>35486735
>If you are half as good in nature as your brother, my sister is lucky. If you are a scoundrel,

>>35486820
We just sic Solobro on them

>>35486820

Duels are for solobro.

Still though, we need to retrain war. We cannot reasonably expect to avoid all combat.

we really should learn French, it's the language of the nobility we will have to constantly deal with.

>>35486835

If we are going by DotA roles distribution, Hugo is the 50 minute carry of pure rape and 2v5 teamfights

For now Wilhelm, Solomon and Malik has to babysit him

Solomon incidentally is our Mid player, so use him as intended please

>>35486842


Damn straight

>>35486883
>Still though, we need to retrain war. We cannot reasonably expect to avoid all combat.

Elias is most likely going to want our head and what we have seen he is quite the fighter

>>35486883

Of course, atleast get to the mid 70, and dont forget Leadership

> You are Hugo of Koblenz

"Raiders on the road," the word has gone out, Maggie brought word from her meeting with Sir Raymond. A band of traveling pilgrims caught out on the Road to Galilee. A muster has been called for, for all available men to gather and ride out at once. Spied from the top of David's Tower, it was counted a startling force. Fulk himself would be riding, with any bold enough to join him.

"Are they Egyptian or Turk?" Solomon asked.

"Turk," Maggie said, and she was bent double from running to bring the news, "But what difference is it? They are all Saracens, and in need of killin'."

Solomon eyed you up, hefting a spear. "Care to kill a few Turks, brother?" he asked.

To ride with he king has some advantages, a chance to see the man in action. But if he is gone from the city and the palace, all better to move freely. It made sense to stay.

Still, you felt an itch under your knuckle, a swelling of the heart and pumping of the blood. To ride out on the charge and spit a Turk on your spear. And to save Christian brothers in peril, was there a more just deed?

> ride out with the king
> remain in Jerusalem

Rolled 4, 2, 3 = 9 (3d6)

>>35486924

RIDE OUT WITH KING

I SMELL PLOT HOOKS

DEUS VAULT

>>35486924
>> ride out with the king

Honestly, there's nothing Hugo can do at this point.

>>35486835
that why we should really invest in hugo & give him that damascus sword.

regarding hugo I think his Koblenz manifests differently, namely bitches falling head over heels for him while Wilhelm has them going like the Rhine.

>>35486905
he was fighting an old man I'd hardly say he's that good, besides arrogance is a great thing to manipulate

>>35486924
ahh shit I sense a confrontation between Hugh & Fulk

> ride out with the king

>>35486924
> ride out with the king

We are a true knight, we fear no Saracens. However we should probably talk to Sabeen about perseving that noble corpse.

>>35486924
>>> ride out with the king
If we can save Fulk from a turk spear, we might make a better case for our bro

>>35486924
>> ride out with the king

Even despite being wrongfully accused of treason, when Christians are in danger, the men of House Koblenz will answer.

>>35486919

Wilhelm's leadership (unadjusted for items) is almost as good as his charisma. He's a pretty able dude in most respects now.

>>35486964
>that why we should really invest in hugo & give him that damascus sword.

The problem is that Damascus Sword gives +7 WAR among other benefits and Wilhelm's WAR would be precariously low.

I think we should wait on giving Hugo the sword until Wilhelm can fend off fuckers who charge at him.

>>35486820
Also if we get thrown into a duel, we got a shield. Can't we just spam block until Solobro comes to our rescue?

Not very glorious but it would save us from brutal injuries.

>>35486924
> remain in Jerusalem
We need to see our brother about those letters! And to see if he's okay of course!

>>35487082
because thats not how duels work anon

>>35486964

I say we need the sword.

What Hugo needs is a proper courser from our stock to replace his rouncy and a proper maile shirt to replace his gameson

>>35487135
He already got a maile shirt

>>35487082
Yes just keep on blocking and get labeled as a cowards and lower our morale. That is the greatest plan ever. Duels are honorable fights.

>>35487152
Obviously you block then headbutt them while their arms are locked up

>>35487150
not anymore apparently it got fucked by Yandere guard-kun

>arming sword (+2 War), gambeson (-1 damage), nasal bar helm (-2 damage), monk robes, the favour of Queen Melisende

>>35487183
Well fuck. Good thing we got plenty of spares

>>35487111

>> strike beats thrust, thrust beats bind, bind beats strike. Block negates all
>> Block beats strike and stab, but delivers no damage and some weapons like the mace can still injure you if you block with a shield and binding a blocked shield can deliver reduced damage.

That's all I could find but it seems like it would keep us alive independent of shit dice rolls and shit WAR.

>>35487152

We get thrown into duels where they aren't honorable challenges so much as an enemy champion comes at you in the battlefield. I don't see anything wrong with blocking to survive if you are overmatched at the time.

It's not ideal, but better than getting your head split open like Welf.

>>35487214
huh I musta missed the memo, I suppose its a valid tactic

>>35487135
Franz could do with a change of horse too

>>35487152
>Implying that matters
>Implying we aren't just going to laugh & Send Solomon/Hugo out

>>35487135
>>35487252

Everyone except Franz and Hugo need ranged weapons too.

>>35486924
>ride out with the king

>>35487214
Welf got killed in a melee. If an enemy champion just comes right at you it really isn't a proper duel. More like a 1v1. But the main point is that we always charge into the melee no matter what so far. If we actually stop doing that or disengage after a charge I think we would be fine.

>>35486924
Can we do a quick visit to Sabeen and get the corpse of Shams ibn Shams taken care of it ? Before it rots completely ?

>>35486924

HF, can we request that Hugo get the best possible equipment from our stash at the camp before riding out?

>>35487272

Good thing we have a good number of horse bows. Sabeen could probably give the company some lessons on using it on the move.

>>35487297
Charge, retreat, flank, charge, retreat, flank, charge.

You would not be counted as one meek of heart. Solomon hands you a spear.

"We ride out," You said, chin struck out boldly. Solomon laughed and clapped you on the back as he pulled on his helm.

It was as you pulled on your gambeson that the Lady Helena slipped by you.

"Off to war?" she asked. You nodded. She leaned in and kissed you upon the forehead. "Well, God guard you," and she walked toward the chapel with a smile. You pulled on your helm, hot under the collar as you watched the Swedish woman walk away.

Tancred was a foot soldier and would not be joining you, but Solomon had his horse and yours ready to ride. He also had for a you a maille shirt.

"Let us not have another scar for one so young," he said as you pulled it on.

You climbed into the saddle. The two of you rode toward the Gate of St Stephen.

A muster yard had formed. Templars and Hospitallers were both in good numbers, but also a pair of leper knights with the green cross of Lazarus were riding. Secular knights, in good armour and bad, were also in evidence. A number of fifty odd soldiers on horseback, ready to ride out.

And at their head was King Fulk, in a hauberk and norman helm, a sword with a long blade in hand, directing men into divisions.

"Elias will take the left flank," he said, directing his son, "And Sir Blaise the other. I will form the center. We must be swift if these people have any hope of surviving. The Turks are hot on them." He had the voice of a croaking toad in a summer storm, cracked but clearly heard over the din. The men were organising quick. Fulk did not look happy. He sat his horse like a heavy block, shoulders sagged and eyes drawn in. When he opened his mouth his lips curled as if he had something caught at the back of his throat.

"Spare none of them!" he said.

> take the left flank
> take the right
> go with the center

>>35487297

True, I guess what I'm saying is that we should emphasize block if we get thrown into an unavoidable duel/single combat sequence.

We shouldn't be challenging anyone to duel or being reckless at this stage in our career.

>>35487402
>> go with the center

We need to be seen.

>>35487402
>"Elias will take the left flank,"
>"And Sir Blaise the other''
> go with the center

Flanks can go fuck themselves

>>35487402
>> go with the center

>>35487402
>> go with the center
Hope the flanks all get killed by the time we win

>>35487402
> take the left flank
Flank everyone.

>traveling pilgrims
We meeting Hospitallers now?

>>35487410
Is there a hp on our shield? I mean if we keep blocking could it be destroyed? Also have to remember not to block against people using maces or similar weapons. IIRC those go through blocks.

>>35487482
apparently but they are damn tough for obvious reasons

>>35487402
Go with the center.

Have Solomon bring his bow. Tell him, if he has the opportunity, let an arrow fly that "misses" it's target, and strikes Elias instead.

Getting slightly paranoid that some fuckers will identify us and try to pin us as the King's would be assassins if we stay in the center.

But right is no go because Blaise can recognize both of us.

Maybe left?

>>35487402
> take the left flank

>>35487579
Elias can Identify us as the ''young monk''

>>35487402

Center

because BLAAAIIIISSSSE!!!!!

>>35487646

Well, I guess we might be fucked no matter what we choose. Hoping for the best then!

>>35487646
And what's the problem with a monk taking arms?

>>35487660
KOBLEEEEENNNZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!

You both join the center, and King Fulk notes the two of you.

"Well met Nubian," he said, offering Solomon his hand. It was a quick grip. Then his eyes fell on you and he smiled. "Young to be in battle, but war makes no distinction of young or old," he offered you his hand as well, though you were loath to take it. He did not try to impress you with his strength, just a firm squeeze, but he was strong. He had sheathed his sword, a squire handing up first his spear, than his crowned helm.

"Jerusalem!" he raised his spear. Then he pointed it to the high tower of David. "Jerusalem!" he said, and you heard a strange tightness in his voice.

"Jerusalem!" Elias roared, "Jerusalem and Anjou!"

Sours were put to flanks and you were out the gate in a stream of whooping men and horse flesh. You rode with Solomon and the king, the two leper knights and ten knights of mixed background, Aquitaine. Maine and Angevin, as well as a lonely Englishman.

Blaise split off with the Templas in his wing, and Elias with other secular knights. Each had their own war cry, making a heady mess of language and words.

Fulk remained silent, just grunting as he concentrated on the road ahead. He rode as such for hours, it was past mid-day when the raiders were finally in striking distance.

It was a familiar stamping dust storm that declared the enemy. The darts and whistles, clattering bells. You heard pilgrims scream, 'Jesus Christ!' as the Saracen made the Holy Land a hell for them. Some that had come armed had already been killed, stuck with arrows and flung javelins. More were being roped up. This was a slave raid.

"They'll not hold long," Fulk said, "The Turk hasn't the guts for standing his ground. They'll spin away. Keep your shields up. My son should catch them on the left, or Blaise on the right."

It was true enough, as they came down on the raiders they broke from their looting like a swarming of angry bees, breaking off left and right to cut away, fling and shooting toward you. It made it so as you could not get clear numbers, and the shouting of the Saracen mixed with the cries of the pilgrims that you could not tell one from the other.

A dart bounced off your helm as you came in. You pressed in close beside Solomon.

> roll 1d100, best of three

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>35487873
d-d-deus VAULT!

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>35487873

RAAAWRR

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>35487873

Rolled (1d00)

>>35487873

DDDEEUUUUS

>>35487687

BLAAAIIIISSSSE!!!!!

> Roll DX for all-out attack to the dick

>>35487886
Good thing you were here anon

>>35487886

VAAAAULT

>>35487886
You've saved us

>>35487918
w-what happened to your roll, anon?

>>35488058
He rolled 1d0

>>35488058

He did 1d00 instead of 1d100

You sighted a Turk down the shaft of your lance. Gritting your teeth and spurring your horse, it struck the man in the gap 'tween his mail and his chin, punching through. He struck a dumb expression as he slumped back, and you drew the spear out with a slick fleshy noise. Solomon was cheek to jowl with the king, catching their own flying game.

You spied a Turk to full with a woman across his saddle horn to fight, and charged t'word him. He could not bring lance or scimitar to bear before you struck him a bloody hole through his face.

You saw one of the leper knights of Lazarus fall under a string of thrown darts, his shield and horse heavy with them as he used his form as shield for two cowering children in an over turned cart. Two darts struck his chest, buried deep, then a javelin through his leg and finally his head and neck. His fell a porcupine, his horse a screaming mass of dying thing, rattling out in a stamping horror.

The Turks pushed in to take the other knight of Lazarus, but the Angevines came and pressed them back.

They were peeling away, trying to keep ahead, a frustrating distance just outside of striking range, but pushed back from the pilgrims.

A Turk threw a javelin overhand and it struck the top of your helm, dazing you but skidding away.

He readied another with a laugh, but his laugh was cut short by Blaise's axe. His head lopped in half like an egg.

"Deus Vult!" the Templars made work of the Turks they caught, but did not catch all, and Elias's men were not fast enough to finish the job.

Fulk heaved in the settling dust, sword washed with gore, spear broken in his other hand.

"Victory!" Elias called, spear raised.

>>35488263
>inb4 Fulk dies

Fulk threw down his broken spar and gave a satisfied sigh, eyes half closed. And when he saw you he grinned, saluted you with his sword.

The men were dismounting, to check for loot and downed companions. Some checked the pilgrims. Some, not many. One knight, the Englishman, took a frightened girl with torn up clothing 'round the shoulder and pulled her close in a way you disliked. Others, the French, were beginning to crack out wine skins and exchange victory toasts.

"There are still more Turks!" Blaise roared, pointing after the fleeing men, "We should be after them. Find their camp, they sure as shit have one close by." The knights all looked to him with irritated glares as they cut free gold rings from around dead fingers, and pulled out jeweled earrings as well.

"Turks move quick, better to catch the wind," the surviving leper knight said. He was off his horse and beside his dead fellow, cradling him in his arms.

"If we had a good scout, we may find them," Elias suggested, "These attacks will not stop until they are rooted out."

"My son is not wrong," Fulk said, "But neither is Sir Wolfgang. The Turks move damned quick."

> so do I! (volunteer)
> say nothing

>>35488334
> so do I! (volunteer)

We are small and got a fast horse

>>35488334
>> so do I! (volunteer)

>>35488334
>> so do I! (volunteer)

Hope I don't get Hugo killed by Turks or by Blaise

>>35488334
I want Hugo to go. And I think he as a character would go.

But if he goes, and Blaise goes, and Elias goes, and Elias dies in this upcoming raid, and Hugo is identified as the brother of the man currently in prison awaiting trial for crimes against the king...

>>35488334
>say nothing

>>35488334
> so do I! (volunteer)

>>35488398

Fulk has seen our conduct, I believe we are above reproach for our part in this conflict.

>>35488429
Just sayin

>>35488334

> so do I! (volunteer)

> BLAISING INTENSIFIES

>Blaise
>Turks
>scouting
>chance of being asked our name
Did I miss any othe risks?

>>35488494
It is what Wilhelm would have done!

Keep the road safe from bandits and raiders even as he is being injustly imprisoned

>>35488494

Nah I think thats all of them.

Still, we have that get-out-of-jail-free favour from the Queen.

>>35488524

Wilhelm would have sent a lackey in his stead, but otherwise yeah

>>35488551
He woul had sent Hugo

>>35488551
Nah, he wouldn't.

>>35488398
There may be a chance that Hugo will end up owing Blaise a favor later on.

"I've a quick horse, and used to scouting," you said, putting yourself forward. Some smiled at your youthful appearance, but others frowned and looked to the king.

Fulk frowned too. "A child sent alone does not sit well with me," he said, and nodded, "Who here is brave enough to go with him? Which knight here can match this boy's valour?" He smiled, and all the men called to come, dropping what they had been doing.

"Quickly now, quickly," Blaise urged.

It was five that went to scout. You, Solomon, the leper Wolfgang, Sir Blaise and the English knight Sir Matthew.

"Loose an arrow," Fulk said to Solomon, "And we shall ride like hell."

Sir Blaise was given command. He peered at you and Solomon suspiciously at first, but then shrugged. "Let's be off," he said, heeling his horse forward.

You were the scout of the scouts, given the very tip of the spear and ranged ahead on your hobby.

> roll 1d100, best of three

>>35488563

Exactly

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>35488660

Please

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>35488660

> What are you looking at, Normans?

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>35488660
Never met a Matthew I could trust

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>35488660
>> roll 1d100, best of three

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>35488660

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>35488660
Aint even scared

>>35488669

Proof that Hugo is THE Sword and Shield of Koblenz

>>35488726
And the heart.

Hugo really should have been the first born.

>>35488755
Wouldnt matter, he is still a bastard. Bet father was damn annoyed that his little adventure with that tavern wench spawned him and Wilhelm's mother probably hated him

>>35488669

Wonder what Nat 100 would have gotten us?

>Hugo finds a treasure trove of loot and loose Irish women
>Blaise falls off his horse and cracks his horse
>The leper knight is cured

>>35488785
As evidenced by the stats, Hugo is the real son, and Wilhelm is the bastard

>>35488813
>cracks his horse
Ouch I hear those leave a mark.

>>35488813
*head, I mean. I have nothing against Blaise's horse.

>>35488824
Nah, his mother just had superior genetics

>>35488824
>Cha: 64

He's lucky that their father didn't throw him out on his ass.

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>>35488844
Fuck you too

>>35488755

He is Gutts to Wilhelm's Griffith

> Martial Character
> Spaghetti social skills
> Liked the party femme fatale
> Will inevitably tapped that brown ass
> Closest thing he has as a bruva is in the Jail

We are only missing a behelit and a fairy, unless we count those Irish sluts as fairies

Good thing that Wilhelm is a _Good_Man_ deep down

>>35488911

But anon, Maggie is pure!

>>35488911

Pity he cant marry sabeen

>>35488911
>> Closest thing he has as a bruva is in the Jail

He IS his brother. Not closest thing to. He IS.

>>35488959
Ahhh. Forbidden love.

You take a path over hard rocks and up a slope that only your tough little horse could take. It whickered under you as you laboured up the slope, and you took a rest. The others were long in your shadow, watching you work.

You drank a little and watered your horse some too, wetting its neck and patting it down. It was a good horse.

You set back to it, up the uneven terrain. A horse unfamiliar with this area might balk as rocks skittered by, but you were steady and your horse kept steady too. When you were at a good vantage you spied the terrain. You thought you saw a distant glimmer, sun on metal, not a natural thing. You spat and took another drink. It was warm, and the sun baked you dark. You pointed with your spear so your companions could see, and started in that direction.

The Turks were still in flight, coming into a high built camp. Men, but women as well. Camp followers in veils that saw to the business of the camp. Maybe slaves, maybe wives or sisters, you didn't know. You crouched and watched as the warriors set to flight returned.

There were captured people among them, young people, men and women kept roped like horses near the center of the camp.

Already they were making as if to break camp. The Turks did move fast. But they were slowed some by womenfolk and ill gotten treasures, with not enough soldiers left to carry them all.

An attack would need to come very quickly, or they would disappear into the desert. They would need to be stalled some how.

You gesture with your spear from your vantage point, unseen by the Turks. Solomon looses an arrow.

> charge down and make a mess (roll 1d100, best of three)
> wait for King Fulk

>>35488950

I bet she already knows what a prostate massage means and eager to try it on Hugo

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>35489042
>> charge down and make a mess (roll 1d100, best of three)

I believe in Hugo

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>35489042
>> charge down and make a mess (roll 1d100, best of three)

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>35489042
> charge down and make a mess (roll 1d100, best of three)

>>35489042

Yo, HF do you do crits or no?

>>35489122
yes does 1-10 and 90-100

>>35489042
> charge down and make a mess (roll 1d100, best of three)

>>35489042

>Wait

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>>35489078

>>35489078

> Hue

>>35489127
I thought that was just for duel rolls.

>>35489042
> wait for King Fulk

>>35489127
Well, it's a good thing he hasn't called for a roll yet.

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>>35489078

>>35489042
>> wait for King Fulk

>>35489042
>Wait for King Fulk

Guys, a 58 should be good enough to attack a unprepared and routing enemy

>>35489122
Yes.

But since this was highest no critical success or failure was made.

>>35489042
> wait for King Fulk

Cowards the whole lot of you

>>35489164
Yeah, this rolling AND voting is the stupidest thing. If we roll a 100 while voting, of course people are going to pick the roll option, and vice versa. Now because we rolled poorly, people are opting to wait around like a bunch of wusses, instead of leaving Hugo's fate up to the dice they were all too eager to roll.

>>35489042
>charge down and make a mess

Gotta go fast

>>35489223

Okay, so low crits don't override successes in "best of three rolls". Good to know.

>>35489042
>> charge down and make a mess (roll 1d100, best of three)

Onward to victory! They are unprepared and fleeing and is put down by all their treasure and slaves

>>35489042
>> charge down and make a mess (roll 1d100, best of three)

>>35489042
> wait for King Fulk

>>35489042
>>35489156
Shamelessly swapping votes to charging.

Charge em

>>35489206
probably

The camp was in disarray, as soldiers argued about which thing to take and which to abandon. It was when they went to their prisoners, and started to draw out the very young you started to worry. A young girl was forced to her knees as a sword was drawn. She started to sob, and a horrified shudder went up among the other prisoners.

Your gut turned. You picked up a rock and threw it overhand down at the swordsman. It bounced of his helmet and he looked up, startled.

He dropped his sword and pulled up his bow, as did the others.

You swung up in the saddle. A shaft struck your horse in the thick hind of its thigh, but you whooped as you charged down the slope, a slim figure pressed to your horses back, spear held forth. An arrow struck into your shoulder, caught on chain and padded vest both, as did another on your gut.

You crashed down into the camp. Men sped for horses and women scattered around you. You screamed something as your spear tip lashed out. The words were lost to you. You used the spear more as a crude bat, swinging at men that tried to raise bows and keeping back men with ropes and spears of their own.

But you could not keep some from mounting. You caught a blow across the back that almost knocked your spear from your hand. You rounded, your horse cross stepped and dancing. They had you ringed.

>>35489547

So call me maybe

But you were not alone. Four other riders came up a path. Solomon with spear and Blaise with axe, the leper-knight giving a cry and Sir Matthew brandishing his sword. "Hallelujah!" Sir Wolfgang called, "Hallelujah!"

Spears crossed and Turks started to fall. You were given gap enough to slip back to your companions. The Turks tried to break and pit you again with darts and arrows, but the band was too close to give them the range.

Still, a good number of Turks escaped, abandoning their dying companions, loot and women.

You panted, pulled the arrow from your shoulder. No blood, but a hard bruise was forming.

The others dismounted. King Fulk's men were coming up quick, but not quick enough to catch the disappearing Turks.

Sir Matthew threw down his sword and grabbed one of the Turk women, ripping off a viel to show a pretty face. He grabbed at her, pulling at her clothes. Other knights were soon upon the other abandoned women, ripping off their all enveloping dress to expose them up to the hot sun.

Sir Matthew pushed the woman he had into the bushes, a couple of Maine knights crowding around him, cheering him on as he lifted his male, holding her in place with a mailled fist.

Some had the decency to at least ignore it. The holy knights were seeing to the prisoners, led by Sir Wolfgang and Sir Blaise. They raised no protest, but kept to their work.

> stop the rape yourself
> appeal to the king
> do nothing

>>35489785
>male
maille skirt

>>35489785
> appeal to the king

>>35489785
> stop the rape yourself

And they call themselves knights, no better than the saracens

The king will probably ignore it since they are just muslims

>>35489785
> stop the rape yourself

>>35489785
>> stop the rape yourself

>>35489785
>stop the rape yourself

>>35489785
>stop the rape yourself

inb4 This gets Hugo into more trouble

>>35489785
> stop the rape yourself

>>35489785

> appeal to the king

BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>>35489866
It probably will. But we have to do the right thing

>>35489866

It's not Crusader Quest if things don't escalate out of control

>>35489891
u funpasting m8

>>35489785
> stop the rape yourself

>>35489882

SHIT, should be

> stop the rape yourself

>>35489891

> Lawful Hot Dicking
> Politicking
> BLAAAAAAISE!!!!
> DEUS VAULT
> Bethrothing Princess
> Literal Cockslave
> Delicious Browns
> Disregard the Constables

Crusader Quest General

>>35490047

dont forget terrible dice

Oh boy, time to warm up our dueling dice.

>>35490155
THEY TRY SHIT, THEY GET FUCKED

>>35490155
Unless we impress the rest of the group enough to come to our aid

>>35490154

Ah yes

> Botched duel rolls
> Aced Dicking rolls

>>35490155

We have Solobro the trues of bro

>>35490253

Oh boy, time to watch Solobro murder an Englishman

You break through the ring of hooting men. Sir Matthew had his tongue half out as he grunted, thrusting hard. The woman just lay staring, eyes wide and up at the sky. You felt a weird twist in your loins as you saw her bare chest rock to every pig-grunt thrust of the English knight. Then a hot flash of rage.

You crack the butt of your spear across the knight's face.

He came up with a curse, drawing his sword. "You little cocksucker!" he screamed, spitting out a chip of his tooth. His fellows form around him, glaring at you, reaching for their own weapons. "You want a woman, go grab your own!" he said, pointing to some of the other captured Turks.

"What's this?" Prince Elias came up beside you, spear across his shoulders, "Are we set to fighting each other already?" He looked down on you and shook his head. "Attacking a companion, little monk?" he asked, and you went cold to be noted as such by him, but he winked and looked back to Sir Matthew. "I think our friend was disgusted by your action. I must admit, he is not the only one," and then he brought a boot up and kicked Matthew back again.

The knight did not dare raise arms against the Prince.

Solomon was at your other side, face tight.

"Is this how you treat a knight in service?" Matthew asked, and many of the other knights roared in agreement, arms born forth.

King Fulk brought his weight to bear, coming between the two groups. "What is this?" he asked, ignoring the bleeding young woman who still lay prone on the ground.

"The Englishman has done you a disgrace father," Elias said, "What is the punishment for rape, castration?" Sir Matthew balked.

>>35490260
The Frenchies will love that (probably).

>>35490267
What this Elias is a decent human being? LIES!

Sir Matthew's companions roared with outrage.

"If I castrated every raper in my service I'd have a legion of castrati," King Fulk said, but then his gaze fell to you. "But if it sits so poorly on you that you cannot bear to see him walk unpunished, you may fight over the matter," he said, "To the yield, or to death, and let that settle for justice."

"An honour duel!" Elias grinned and clapped your shoulder. Sir Matthew seemed ready to settle it with blood, discarding his sword to take up an offered spear. He spat in your direction. Solomon offered you the use of his shield.

> fight
> let it go

>>35490296
Nooo, what are we going to do when he is not a 2-dimensional villain!

>>35490323
> fight

>>35490323
FIGHT

The dude's already a bit bloodied by our face bashing.

>>35490323
>> fight

To the yield hopefully

>>35490323
>> fight

>>35490323
> fight
do we look like a snow queen to you

>>35490323
>fight

>>35490323
> fight

>>35490323
>> fight

>>35490323
>> fight
COME SIR MATTHEW

DO YOU HAVE ENOUGH WAR

>>35490377
probably

>>35490323

>Fight

Beat his ass

>>35490323
> fight
God is on our side.

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>35490377

Rolling to see how much WAR he has. (100 is Hugo is kill)

Rolled 6, 5, 2 = 13 (3d6)

>>35490323

BRING IT YOU BACKWATER ISLANDER

>Roll for DX

You brandish your spear in one hand, raise your shield with the other.

"A fight," the Englishman said, "This is not a fight. This is murder."

"Beware this little terrier, he has a nasty bite," Elias said this with a wink for you. Solomon massaged your shoulders but said nothing, eyes only for your opponent. A ring was forming of bored knights keen to keep the edge brought on from combat going. If a rape was not in the offing, a fight would do.

King Fulk took a knee to watch, and Elias went to stand with his father.

Sir Matthew was not a big man, but he still had a head on you.

> strike beats thrust, thrust beats bind, bind beats strike, block negates all, roll 1d100 with ten passes

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>35490505

THRUST LIKE SOLOMON

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>35490505
BIND

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>35490505
Thrust!

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>35490505
Strike

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>35490505

Strike like Ioveta!

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>35490505
THRUST LIKE WILHELM

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>35490505
Strike

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>35490505
BIND!

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>35490505

Bind motherfucker

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>35490505
Strike

Y'all never block, and that worries me.

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>35490505
Strike!

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>>35490527
>>35490529
>>35490537
>>35490539
>>35490555
>>35490563
Clear your fucking caches

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>35490505
Thrust!

>>35490565
They're the refugees, milord. And not like it matters much given the %

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>35490505
Thrust

>>35490565
I think never rolling above 60 would worry you more.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

>>35490565

We can't win a duel by blocking, only survive

Rolled 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 2, 1 = 20 (10d3)

Rolling for Sir Matthew.

>>35490527
>>35490529
>>35490537
>>35490539
>>35490555

> Bad at dueling is the Koblenz's curse

Hugo is toast

>>35490565

If you did first five and we saw that the results went poorly, then I'd go for block in the next set of rolls. But roll all ten at once and people are less inclined to block. People would block if they are losing but they can't tell if they are losing or not.

>>35490620

Hugo died as he lived, a Koblenz.

Rolled 1 (1d4)

Rolling to see which limb got cut off

Rolled 5 (1d5)

>>35490679
You forgot to name the limbs!
1.Left arm
2.Right arm
3.Left leg
4.Right leg
5.Head (Just because)

>>35490505
How about five passes, then decide our plan from there?

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>>35490609
Thrust < Strike
Bind< Thrust
Thrust= Thrust
Strike> Thrust
Strike> Thrust
Thrust= Thrust
Strike<Bind
Bind=Bind
Bind<Thrust
Strike =Strike

2-4-4, fuck the English

>>35490728
Why not 4 passes?
Why not 6?
Or 20?

Any number is arbitrary. Just let him do his job, dude.

>>35490609

>Rolled 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 2, 1 = 20 (10d3)

Thrust < Strike (55)
Bind < Thrust (43)
Thrust = Thrust (20)
Strike > Thrust (24)
Strike > Thrust (36)
Thrust = Thrust (18)
Strike < Bind (52)
Bind = Bind (9)
Bind < Thrust (33)
Strike = Strike (53)

Shit...

I remember the days when dice actually went in our favor, and we didn't have to be bailed out by, well, everyone, at every turn.
Since that's exactly what has happened in the last three fights

>>35490748

I think his suggestion is that we should only do half the passes, see the results, then decide how things should go from there.

For example, if we got absolutely pulped in the first half, we might decide to spam block to preserve our life.

>>35490790
Dude, we've been dealing with shit dice the entire quest. Solomon and Chiri are the only positive things to come out of our rolls so far.

>Tfw Hugo will never be able to stand up to his opponents
>Or talk smoothly to anyone
>Or be useful outside of finding useful people
This is a sad feeling, especially considering Wilhelm is going to suffer from it

>>35490893
Also, songs.

>>35490893
The only reason we were dealing with shit dice was because of the averaging system, which is gradually being shifted out, thank fuck.

>>35490919
Chiri was the result of a song.

>>35490800
Being so set in your plans when they aren't working out is insanity. It'd make sense if Hugo were a Berserker and got a +10 to rolls for not changing his strategy, but this isn't how people think in a battle.

Thrust < Strike
Bind< Thrust
Thrust= Thrust
Strike> Thrust
Strike> Thrust
Thrust= Thrust
Strike<Bind
Bind=Bind
Bind<Thrust
Strike =Strike

Hugo 74 HP
Matthew 79 Hp

The two of you meet with little thought of defense, and you are soon driven on the back foot. Matthew is no juggernaut, but he is a grown man and experienced knight. He takes the initiative, and presses you back, ringing blows off your helm, and scouring the chains over your arms. He strikes a bloody welt on your calf and you hiss, near taking a knee, but keep your feet and manage a few solid strikes in returns. Sir Matthew did not have his murder, and when you break you do so warily, spear tips darting out, eyes flicking nervously at each other.

He had the better of you for now, but he did not have your full measure.

You heard the Turkish woman moan in pain as she was taken up by a hospitaller. Solomon sits forward in concern.

"You can take him brother," he said.

But most of the crowd was roaring Matthew's favour.

"When I'm done here," the Englishman said, "I'll find what women you have and give them the news. That you died a fool over a heathen's virtue. Then I'll have their virtue too." You had two half-sisters, virgin girls of ten and twelve. And your mother too, tucked away working a kitchen in Koblenz. The thought of Sir Matthew doing unto them as he had the Turk...

> strike beats thrust, thrust beats bind, bind beats strike, block negates all, roll 1d100 with six passes

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>35490963
Thrust

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>35490963
Strike

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>35490963
STRIKE FOR CHRISTS SAKES

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>35490963
Block

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>35490963
Thrust

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>35490963
>Thrust

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>35490963

Block

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>35490963
Bind

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>35490963
Block!

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>35490963
Bind

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>35490963
Strike

>>35490978
>>35490985
>>35490988
>>35490991
>>35491001
>>35491003

DUES VULT

BY MY RIGHTEOUS ANGER

Rolled 3, 3, 1, 1, 3, 1 = 12 (6d3)

>>35490991
Fun fact about critical blocks in coming....

Rolling for Matthew

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>>35490991
>Wasted a 98 on a block.

>>35490978
>>35490985
>>35490988
>>35490991
>>35491001
>>35491003
>>35491005
>>35491015
That confirms it, Koblenz family is hulk
Anger = Death to enemies