>>35551478
We cant get Sabeen in so. And we should really be careful about getting the others out of hiding

> go alone

>>35551496
Yeah, he might be cool with us but not others.

>go alone

>>35551478
> go alone
>>35551496
Also, I'm pretty sure they'll go berserk the moment orlando shows his traitorous mug.

>>35551478
> nominate a companion
Solomon, we need to make the best impressions, this will also give him immunity from the guard.

Maybe it would be better to take Raymond instead though.

>>35551478
>> nominate a companion
Solobro

almost want to ask queen helena but i doubt hugo will try that.

>>35551544
I would had picked Solomon if it werent due to the fact i am scared he is gonna murder Orlando

>>35551478
> Nominate a companion: Raymond

Raymond is 1) familiar with the royal court and its intrigue, 2) a respectable knight, and 3) has the hots for Hodierna (Iovetta's sister).

>>35551580
Raymond will be put on trial for treason together with his father anon

>>35551558
>random thirteen year old little shit
>joins the kings warband despite being a wanted criminal
>fucks up a bunch of saracens
>fights off an experience knight in a duel
>announces himself to the king
>gets off scot free
>shows up to dinner with the queen's sister on his arm

Hugo truly got the superior genetics.

>>35551602
Ah, forgot about that.

>>35551478
Changing >>35551580 from Raymond to Solobro.

>>35551624
> nominate a companion
Hodierna

I would say bring Solobro but it might still be a trap.

>go alone

>>35551478
>Go alone

nearly everyone we know that isn't our brother is a suspected traitor, a heathen or is going to cause trouble

>>35551478
Hugo is too awkward to go alone, we should bring adel. She knows court intrigue and can steer us away from saying something stupid

>>35551478
> go alone

the king invited us and only us. that be a big breach of protocol if we brought someone else along that was clearly not invited.

>>35551478
> nominate a companion

Maggie & Etheid
>Spaghetti intensifies

>>35551764

It is not. +1 is always a thing.

>>35551757
That implicates her in our shit thought.

Hodierna on the other hand is immune.

>>35551886
Hugo barely knows Hodierna though they've meet maybe twice?

You think about everyone you have known and met during your time in Jerusalem. And you are troubled by the idea of any of them being in the company of the king or royal court. Not just your friends, who may do something foolish, or those wanted for one crime or another. The others, too distant for you to be comfortable asking for their company.

Etain and Maggie both were little more than strangers, and novices besides. You briefly entertained the idea of asking a princess, or the Lady Helena for her company, but that made you blush with embarrassment just thinking about it.

The only woman you really wanted to ask was forbidden entry to Jerusalem.

You decide then, that you will go alone.

Many of your friends are not happy with the idea. "Speak very carefully," Adelheid said as she picked at your clothes. They were your best, which meant they were not great. "Do not speak on subjects that could incriminate your brother."

"Keep a weather eye out," Solomon added, "This all may be a trap."

If you need help, you think, you can always flee into the safety of the Queen.

They go with you to the palace gates, for all the world looking like a pair of concerned parents sending a boy off for schooling. You wave them off as you are admitted into the palace.

The soldiers grin to see you. They had heard the story by now. "Kill a couple Saracens on your way over?" one asked with a raised thumb.

You head in.

(cont.)

There is music and life in the courtyard. Men and women in their best, drinking and eating as they listened to local music. It was not like the halls back home. A pair of little dark men played unfamiliar drums and stringed instruments. Your brother would know what they were called, but to you they were just pleasant noise makers.

You knew some in the crowd. The Templars Joyce and Blaise, and the Lazarus knight Wolfgang. You spied Orlando in conversation with a reed thin fellow, and a few other companions from your ride. Many smiled and toasted you as they passed.

The king stood with his son Elias, speaking with a hawk faced man of rough but regal bearing. He walked with the assistance of a cane, his leg all wrapped in bandages. He wore a fussy little mustache, and had tanned leathery skin.

When Fulk sees you his eyes brighten. "Come lad, come meet an important man!" he said, hailing you over, "Meet a fellow king, Roger of Sicily!"

The two kings both smiled, and Roger attempted a small bow. "A wound from piracy," he explained, "Berber ships looking to harrass gentle Christian folk. Near the death of me."

"Aye, not piracy of your own?" Fulk asked with a chuckle, "You are forever harassing the Greeks."

Roger smiled but not pleasantly. "The Greeks are forever harassing me, with their exorbitant tariffs."

All conversation comes to a hush. Your eyes turn to see what had cut through the conversation. And your eyes alighted. The Royal Women.
(cont.)

>>35552032

oh god, we are going to spaghetti everywhere.

Good thing we know not much about the covenant.

Four sisters in their very best, with a little girl and little boy as well. The Queen at their head. All blond women in the colours, silver and gold, of the Holy Land. The Queen had her head held high and a her carriage proud, dark eyes sweeping across the yard. When they spied you they glittered. Hodierna had little Baldwin by the hand, and flashed you a smile. Alice held her daughter, and walked with a nervous energy. Judith, that is Iovetta, came up the last, eyes drawn inward, barely noticing the surrounding festivity. She seemed a golden stranger in these halls, and uncomfortable in regal dress after so long in a nun's habit.

Fulk sucked in a breath, chest swelling.

"My cousin is a beauty," Roger said with a nod, "You are a lucky man."

"Lucky and cursed in equal measure," Fulk grumbled, but his eyes were caught on the Queen, your presence expelled from his mind.

The music struck up again, and the conversation soon flowed once more.

> go and speak with someone
> slip away and meet with your brother

>>35552074
>> go and speak with someone
Maybe speak with Fulk on our brothers behalf ?

>>35552074
>> go and speak with someone
Our upbringing should show the importance of paying our respects.

We have done so to the king. Pay our respects to the Queen and her entourage.

>>35552074
> go and speak with someone

The royal ladies and prince baldwin ofcourse

>>35552074
> go and speak with someone

Present ourselves to Fulk & Melisande as would be proper

>>35552074
>> go and speak with someone

Any one of the above

>>35552074
>> go and speak with someone

Present to the King then go play with Baldwin

>>35552074
> go and speak with someone

Let's be friends with lil' Baldwin.

>>35552204
>>35552287
And reveal that we have been meeting the Queen in secret?

Just present yourself to her as a commoner should.

>>35552074
>> go and speak with someone

Present ourselves to the Queen and her entourage. Keep it brief and act according to royal protocol.

Then we make nice with Prince Elias.

>>35552074
Meet the queen, talk a bit, then wander over to where the warriors are. Leper knight Lazarus would be a nice guy to talk to.

Oh, slip a dagger in between BLAAAAAAISE's ribs when nobody's looking.

>Present ourselves to the Queen and act like this is our first meeting.
Baldwin is going to knock our spaghetti all over the floor when this happens.

>>35552314
Damn you're right, it might look a little suspicious to be buddy-buddy with him.

We should still introduce ourselves properly.

at some point we should give Orlando a silver coin and tell him that he should have thirty one silver now

You have seen the king, and now you see the queen has taken up the opposite side of the courtyard. Elias has made his way over, wearing his best smile, trying to draw conversation forth from Ioveta. It earned a small glare from Hodierna, but provoked no major reaction from the queen herself.

As you walk over you see little Baldwin squirm in Hodierna's arms.

"Hugo!" he said, reaching out toward you.

"Hush," Hodierna chided the small boy. He settled down with a big glare for his aunt. She ruffled his hair, which just made him glare more sorely.

You bowed stiffly before the royal women. "Your highness," it was addressed at all of them, but mostly your attention was on Melisende.

She smiled. "And you are my husband's champion of the hour," she said as a servant brought forth a plate of dates. She picked one off and ate it. "We have been regaled by your exploits all afternoon. My sister was quite taken by your duel with the knight, and all our nerves were on edge when we heard of your lone assault on the Saracen camp," she flicked fingers towards Ioveta.

The girl was red in the face as Elias spoke with her, and you saw she fought a smile that was coming upon her. He spoke some jest and she burst into laughter. When her laughter subsided she was still red, and tugged at her braid shyly.

Many other men were roving as if to speak with her, jealous of the time Elias had in her company.

"Is a pleasure to meet you," Melisende said, "Young men like you are sorely what Jerusalem needs." And she gifted you with a soft kiss on the brow, before her attention was taken up by another guest, an old man in the Patriarch's robes.

> speak with someone else
> slip away and meet your brother

>>35552470
>> speak with someone else

Lets save Iovetta

>>35552470
>> speak with someone else
Sir Wolfgang.

Interrupting Elias might go badly.

Finger wave discreetly at Baldwin in greeting.

>>35552470
>> speak with someone else

If we speak with Iovetta, we would slowly and surely get on Prince Elias's bad side. Already bad enough that King Fulk inadvertently slighted his own son last thread.

Probably should see Orlando and just ask him in a really blunt manner: "Do you intend my brother harm? Already you have wounded his trust. Tell me why you have chosen this brash route."

>>35552586
nah fuck that cunt.

>>35552502
>cockblocking elias when we can't block his sword now
don't you fucking dare
>>35552470
Find Sir Wolfgang

>>35552470
>speak with someone else

Let's try Wolfgang, he seems cool.

>>35552649
>>35552562
>>35552617
>Wanting Leprosy
Not even once

>>35552614
Orlando's resolve needs to be tested. If he truly believes that he is doing this to help Wilhelm, then he'd have second thoughts constantly, whereas if he's the lying shitbag that we all perceive him to be, then we can slip him a ruined silver coin as a hint of what's going to happen to him.

>>35552649
>>35552617
>>35552562
Do you want us to get sick?

>>35552662
Wait that was the lazarus dude. Fuck that then. switch >>35552617 to
>grab some food, sneak it to Wilhelm

>>35552470
Speak with either Elias or the King

>>35552675
Why would they let a leper in a royal party if he was THAT contagious?

>>35552470
>slip away and speak with Sir Wolfgang

>>35552662
>>35552675

Doesn't the order of Lazarus have able bodied knights as well.

>>35552673
this nigga gets it ask him if Sidion is worth being Friendless

>speak to Orlando

>>35552714
Because Feudal society a shit

>>35552725
only in the sense that not all of them have an extreme case of Leprosy yet

>>35552725
Yeah the able body ones protect the ones with leprosy, who don't usually see combat.

>>35552675
>not respecting our leper comrade-in-arms

Do you even Baldwin IV?

>>35552798
do you even 50 years from now?

>>35552798
We should really talk with someone that actually has something to do with our brother and random knights

>>35552826
and not*

>>35552470
holy shit backing this guy >>35552673
as much as i want to say "fuck orlando", dude man used to be a bro. if he ain't a bro no more, test him again. otherwise, fuck him.

>>35552470
Elias, the king or Orlando

You go and speak with Sir Wolfgang.

The man had his face half bandaged, and when he moved a bell around his wrist rang out. It was odd for a leper to be given access to the royal palace, but it would be hard to refuse a knight as bold as Sir Wolfgang who had done a service to the king. You had seen him fight, and he was a terror with the sword. When he saw you approach with food in hand he smiled and bowed.

"Thank you," he said, taking your offered drink, "Few are brave enough to approach me. They mistake much about the affliction. 'Tis not so contagious past a certain point, and that point is passed with me." Still you felt a shiver as his bell rang out with every lift of his wrist.

You had already spent some time among the lepers.

He lifted a toast to you. "For your valiant action," he said, and drank.

He walked away from the festivities so that he was by the far wall and beckoned you over.

"Do you see her?" he asked, pointing towards the royal party. You did not know which of the royal women he spoke of. Alice was sitting alone with her daughter, while Ioveta was still caught up in conversation with Prince Elias. He was showing her a few steps to a dance, very close and intimate. Hodierna still watched them with cat-like eyes. "She's more beautiful than I thought," and you saw something familiar about his smile through the bandages of his face, the pull at the corner of his eyes.

> ....Raymond!?
> say nothing

>>35552891
>> say nothing

Oh you sly dog

Frickin hell, change >>35552617 again. I'm backing this >>35552673

>>35552891
>> ....Raymond!?
But softly and not so loud.


BWAHAHAHAHA. Raymond you dog.

>>35552891
> say nothing

Fuck Raymond took lots of points in disguise

>>35552891
>Mouth his name with an incredulous look on your face.
I'm starting to believe that Ray really loves her. Its sweet.

>>35552986
Seconding.

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>>35552891
>say nothing

RAYMOND MASTER OF DISGUISE

>>35553059
makes you wonder if it was really him that was killed by the assassins

>>35553059
>>35553130
Wat

>>35552891
>> say nothing, but quirk an eyebrow at him

Goddammit Ray! I'm convinced that he's multitalented and may as well be as sneaky as an AssCreed Assassin.

>>35553152
Raymond is a master ShadowrunnerHistorically he is killed by Assassins

>>35553130
Pfffft, Thread 12, Raymond did a leap assassination on the yandere guard after we got our torso slashed open.

Cite yer sources, anon.

>>35553158
They killed him for leaving the Order.

>>35553254
History motherfucker It hasn't happened yet

You manage to mask your surprise, you keep from saying anything at all, but he delights at the expression on your face.

"You'd be surprised how little effort it is," he said, plucking at the bandages on his face. His voice had changed altogether, from the vague German of Wolfgang, to the French-Levant tones of Raymond. Then he turned his attention away from the royal women, and fully on you. "But I did not come here simply to spy on my betrothed. A dangerous effort to go out a-killing just for a woman. No, I have other game in mind." He motions in the direction of Orlando, a hand on the long knife at his belt. "There are rats in these walls. And questions that need answering," he said.

When the Templars walked by his voice changed back to the German knight. "But it is good to care for the sick you see, a Christian duty, and it gives me hope though my body is ravaged." The knights that walked by nodded in respect to their fellow holy warrior before moving on.

And Raymond returned. "It was not Orlando that called ahead, I would have known it. Someone else gave away our secrets. I'd know who it was, if anyone knows," he said, his smile turning vicious, "Weeds need to be pruned before the trial is brought forward. Of course, we may speak with your brother too, see if he has learned anything about the traitors set against us."

He was not the jovial bold knight you'd kept company with. His voice was cold and expression hard. He seemed less a knight and more a murderer. Or perhaps a lord.

"If you could lead me to your brother, or find a way to get Orlando alone," he said, drawing an inch of steel with a knowing nod.

> take him to Wilhelm
> help him kill Orlando

>>35553376
> take him to Wilhelm

>>35553376
>> take him to Wilhelm

Lets not do anything too crazy, killing him in a public place like this

>>35553376
> take him to Wilhelm
Lets see big bro.

>>35553376
>Talk to Orlando

>>35553376
Can't we just interrogate Orlando?
He deserves worse than death.

>>35553376
> take him to Wilhelm

>>35553437
In the middle of a ballroom?

>>35553376
>> take him to Wilhelm

Orlando is but a small fry.

>>35553448
>"If you could lead me to your brother, or find a way to get Orlando alone," he said, drawing an inch of steel with a knowing nod.

>>35553376
>> take him to Wilhelm

Whisper quietly: "Sir, we need to test Orlando's resolve. The others want to murder him, but I think we should see how convinced he is that he believe that he is helping. As for the sell-out, my brother did once have a confrontation with that yonder Templar knight, Blaise the Norman. It ended badly."

>>35553504
Wilhelm pls you're not Hugo

>>35553376
>take him to Wilhelm

Orlando's interrogation/murder can wait

Arrived.

Can we even go back to the convent after being this visible?

Also, I kind of want to try engaging some knights about Zengi, Kiya Ummid or the the lords, to see where the opinions stand.

Raymond best mond

Go to wilhelm pls

>>35553651
yes we can just say that we sought shelter at the church after our brother was arrested

>>35553651
>>35553682
Fuck no, we have allies hanging out there. Don't draw attention to it.

>>35553681
Raymond is a way better companion than Orlando

Your heart is still not convinced of the need to kill Orlando. You decide instead to show 'Sir Wolfgang' to your brother.

The run of the palace is yours, and all know it. No guard stops you or makes comment. When you find yourself back at your brother's cell you find it unguarded, the watchman no doubt drawn away by the festivities.

It was strange to think your brother was right there, for you to speak with freely. You had been separated for what felt like an age. Raymond waits patiently as you open the latch that showed the interior of the cell.

He was paler than you'd ever seen him, his hair long down to his shoulders. He wore a saggy black beard, and he had already lost some muscle. You saw scratchings on the wall, some message etched out.

"Who goes there?" he asked, his voice raw. He sounded older, and you recalled he had a birthday come and gone while in his cell.

"It's me," you said, barely brave enough to talk. Wilhelm's eyes alight. He comes to the bars and reaches through.

"Brother," he grabs you by the cheek with a grubby hand, "You've gone bald."

You grin at that, and pull at his own beard. "And you've got hair to lend. Maybe I can take some and finally look like father."

You both chuckled at that. For all your status as an acknowledge bastard, still Sir Wilhelm had spoken of doubts. 'Your whore mother could have bred you with a dozen different men,' he'd say in his cups, suspicion alive in his eyes. Your father, had never been much of one to you.

(cont.)

Your reunion is not long, Raymond soon is interjecting. "We must speak," he said, and you allowed the lordling his due. He came to the bars and you could see your brother was not happy to be interrupted, but let him speak. "Do you know who may have sold us out?" he asked, "Alongside that rat Orlando?"

"Orlando doesn't have the balls to act alone," Wilhelm said, voice thick with contempt, "No. I know who sold us to the king, and it wasn't Orlando. My slave gleaned the information early, though I'd had no sense of it at the time. Lord Baldwin of Ramla is the traitor to fear."

Raymond drew in a hissing breath. "You think Count Hugh knows?" he asked.

Wilhelm shook his head. "I doubt it, though he does not love Lord Baldwin."

"You should have told me sooner," Raymond said, "We had a pact."

"I did not know if I could trust you," Wilhelm replied, "I suppose I still don't, though you keep company with my brother."

"Trust me with your gold or woman and you are a fool," Raymond said with a grin, "But you can trust me with your life, not least because my father's life is bound in common cause with you." Raymond reached a hand through the bars. "Trust me to deal with this matter." Wilhelm took it hesitantly.

"And now the matter of Orlando," Raymond said, "I would have him killed, and soon. One less voice against us." You felt a spike of mixed emotion shoot up your gut.

"You could," Wilhelm said, but there was a hint of doubt in his voice.

> speak in favour of killing Orlando
> speak in favour of sparing him

>>35553824
> speak in favour of killing Orlando

Make it look like an accident

>>35553824
>> speak in favour of sparing him

Once last act of mercy. After this he shall ride with us no more.

>>35553824
>> speak in favour of sparing him

>>35553824
> If Orlando must die, let him die knowing how grave a wrongdoing he has committed to all of us.

>>35553824
>speak in favour of sparing him

> don't kill Orlando

Not yet, anyway. Cut him to pieces in a duel.

>>35553824
"What good would killing Orlando do now but give more evidence against us?"
"It is a trap, kill him and we paint ourselves as back stabbers and decievers, merely leave the traitor alone, let him sink himself, like he already did once before."

>>35553966
Sounds good.

>>35553966
This is good material right here.

>>35553824
> speak in favour of sparing him

''Killing b-bodes ill with me''

>>35553824
>> speak in favour of sparing him
If the king gives him something, he still owes us. If he doesn't, there goes his plans.

>>35553966
This

>>35553966
Agreeing with this. High risk, low reward move.

>>35553966
Let's go with this

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>35553966

This but with spaghetti

Rolling to see how many pockets we spilled

>>35554178
We are speaking as Wilhelm, no spaghetti will be dropped

>>35553966
Agreed. No need for more suspicion. We'll murder him when the trial is past.

>>35554202
But anon is saying let Orlando dig his own grave, as shown by the way he dug it before.
Wilhelm grabbed him out of the grave before, but now we'll let him fall into it.

It might not be your place to speak, a mere squire in the presence of knights, but you have to say what is building in your heart.

"We can't kill him," you say, "We shouldn't. It would be wrong. He rode with us, fought with us. Maybe...maybe he has been tricked into this. Or even if he hasn't, what good would it do to kill him? Sister Adelheid said it might just do the opposite, and get people suspicious of us. If he really has given up on our friendship entirely, he will kill himself. Like Judas in his betrayal. The guilt will be too much for him."

Neither spoke back immediately but Raymond looked down on you with hooded eyes full of disappointment.

"If..." Wilhelm said, "If Orlando stood alone as a witness and accuser, his voice would carry little weight. He is dishonoured already, stripped of his land. If he stands against us he stands as a schemer reaching for any excuse to claw back his lands. It will make a joke of any 'conspiracy' thrown against us."

"If Orlando stands alone," Raymond murmured. His eyes went from you to your brother, but soon enough he nodded. "Orlando will stand alone. See how good his accusation carries then!"

And then he slumped against the wall and coughed. "Peace be with you, poor soul," he said in German voice. As he left he clapped you on the shoulder. "We should be returning, the feast starts soon."

You grip your brothers hand before departing. He gives you a haunted, pale grin, rubbing your stubbly scalp as you go.

Together you walk with the German leper and his peeling bell. The feast hall has been arranged, and seats are being taken. Fulk becons you up, as does Elias. He sits with Ioveta, a knife in hand, slicing her a piece of roast. The Queen has taken up her own table, with Alice and Hodierna.

> who do you sit with?

>>35554281
>> who do you sit with?

Elias and Iovetta

>>35554281

The king has called.

I'm assuming the King and Elias are sitting near each other?

Sit at their table.

Fulk. Make conversation with Iovetta. Cockblock Elias for the memory for our brother

>>35554281
Why the King, of course! Maybe did time to apologize to Elias as some point during the meal.

>>35554281
Heed the Kings invitation.

>>35554281
Are we the guest of honor? If so, then we sit next to the King (provided there is a space available).

>>35554281
Elias, if possible. We're already being shown preference by the King. We only need to play the terrier up to Elias.

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>>35554281
Fulk and Elias. Seriously, the king just gestured for us. We can't say no to that.

Also we might find out something interesting, if my captcha is anything to go by.

>>35554281
Well next to Iovetta, duh. Just by sitting there, we can remind her of our brother.

So out of curiosity, what are all you anons thinking our plans should be now? Honestly, Fulk doesn't seem like that bad of a guy, so I'm having second thoughts about the whole "forcing Ioveta's claim" bit.

That said, BLAAAAAAISSEEE does need to die at some point.

>>35554434
Please don't try to get Hugo killed, anon.

>>35554457
Anon we were never going to force her claim

Alexandria! But first Ascalon

>>35554461
Nah, we just tell stories about our travel with her and how badass our brother was killing two turks with only his shield or that time he killed a lion by himself

>>35554457
I personally want to recruit Blaise, just to shove it in Orlando's face even further

>>35554507

I'm not sure if blaise would be happy with riding with us after that incident.

We may end up 'ok' with each other after this but I doubt we'll be friends.

>>35554281
The king has called, so we sit with the king!

>>35554457
I dunno about Blaise. If he's connected to Wilhelms imprisonment, then he gets speared. If he doesn't interfere with us anymore, he's temporarily spared.

>>35554281
Sit with Elias and The king.

>>35554281
Elias & Fulk


>>35554457
Anon if a civil war does break out & Wilhelm is free to command troops we are going to do what Cao cao did to Yuan shao

>>35554457
Hugo plans? Trust the Queen, win some points, get that corpse embalmed and buried should the family come asking for it.

Wilhelm plans? Divert, divert, Queen. If forced, then recount about the Assassins, the defense of the kingdom, make an offer to join some order for a season as penance.

You go and sit with King Fulk, but you make sure it is to the side closest to Elias. The king takes you 'round the shoulder and offers you his wine cup. You take it, drink a little.

"I'm surprised you came alone," he said, "I thought a handsome young man like yourself would have had a run of girls to choose from."

"I did not think it appropriate," you muttered into the wine cup. Still your attention was split. Elias whispered something into Ioveta's ear that made her giggle. But she noticed you, and gave you a subtle tug of her ear in acknowledgement. Was she really so taken by the prince? You could not know for sure, you did not know her well. Still, she had fooled you for weeks on end pretending to be something she was not.
(cont.)

Fulk clapped you on the back. "Lad, when I was your age I'd do anything to impress a pretty girl. In Anjou it was enough to take a common girl out hawking to impress. A chance to feast at the king's table, even the most chaste of women would grow weak in the knees," he cut a slice of meat and passed it to you, "Courting a woman is like fighting a battle. Boldness is needed, be bold son!"

The word made you feel strange. Your own father had only called you 'son' once, as an acknowledgement of his parentage. When he had taken you into service it had been as a lowly page, and you spent little time in his presence except to clean up after him and your half-siblings. The girls in particular had needed fetching after, and Mathilde, who was only a year your junior, had held her true-birth above your head like a stick. You had only been treated as true family by your brother Wilhelm, and saved a life of castle bound servitude when he took you on as his squire.

To have the king serve you a slice of beef, with a ready grin and fatherly advice, to call you son and fill your wine cup. It was almost a painful, alien feeling that grew in your chest.

"Anjou is not like this land," he said, "It is wet, green and rich. Game in the forests all season 'round, Christian folk alone to contend with. But I must admit I have begun to love the Holy Land. The people here are more vigorous, focused, and the women defy words. The land is hard, and produces a hard people. Fighting men and bold women. Ha! Why the women here have more spine than some knighted men back home."

He poked you with a chicken bone. "Tell me some of your adventures," he said, "I'm sure you have some tales to tell!"

> tell a humorous story
> tell a story of battle
> talk a little about your brother
> defer and have someone else speak (nominate)

>>35554726
> tell a story of battle
he fucking loves those. If we run out of battle stories, we just go to the humorous "I only have so many years to tell of, milord."

>>35554726
>Tell a story of battle involving your brother.

Make sure to focus on victories.

>>35554726
>> tell a story of battle
>> talk a little about your brother
Our escort of the lady Jehanne, the fall of Sir Alain and the slaying of the lion

>>35554763
This. Our brother has slain lions twice.

>>35554726
> tell a story of battle
> talk a little about your brother
Hugo's first battle is excellent. Don't mention Iovetta or the entourage. He may notice anyway.

>>35554726
> talk a little about your brother
The death of Welf, and our brother's fight like a demon.

>>35554761
>>35554763
Bard Knight adventures!

>>35554726
> talk a little about your brother
Welf's death.
I assume we partook in that battle, so it should be fine to talk about it.

>>35554726
> tell a story of battle
> talk a little about your brother

The lion story never gets old. Heroics, loss and fair maidens. It got everything

>>35554726
Oh yeah and if we mention the lion helmet ask the king if it possible if we can have it returned to us

>>35554876
> so our brother fucked the lady's maid
> and he also fucked the lady before her wedding
> oh and he killed some lion or whatever pshaw

>>35554763
>>35554876
I'm not sure it would be the best tale to tell.

If we are to tell of our brother, we should tell the story of Blaise and Orlando, so we can put our brother in a good light, an our enemies in a bad one, in front of the king's eyes

>>35554920
Hugo doesnt know about Wilhelm fuckign the girls

>>35554939
The hell he doesn't

>>35554933

Blaise fought well and hard in the battle.

Also, hes in attendance in this feast. Why badmouth them here. The king wishes to enjoy himself today, no indulge in intrigue. Doing so is going to burn the goodwill capital that Hugo has earned.

Praise our brother and our exploits, say nothing about our opponents.

>>35554933
This, honestly Jehanne's tale isn't the best one for this

>not 10vs100
seriously?

>>35554933
I agree with this man.

>>35554726
> tell a tale of victories and mercies of our brother

You think on your adventures. There was little to speak of before arriving in the Holy Land. Well, there was that thing in Cyprus with your brother and the three daughters of the inn keeper, but that might not be appropriate for the feminine company you were keeping. It still made you blush to think about.

Instead your mind turned to another tale. Your first adventure.

"I've had few years sir," you said, "So my adventures mightn't be so rich as you'd gather, but there was a tale that begins when first we arrived in Acre. My brother and I, as well as our old friend Franz, were in need of coin. We were but poor fellows, lost and without any bearings but a vague hope of success. We found an old, crippled knight with no lands or standing but a beautiful daughter."

"How beautiful?" Ioveta asked, leaning forward.

You thought on rich, red-haired Jehanne, her pale milk skin and large bright eyes. A maid of fifteen. "Very," you said, "And he was her one treasure. The knight paid us as good a sum as he could to escort her to Sidon, where she was to be wed. With her rode her cousin, a knight by name of Alain, her maid and some slaves..."

You spoke of the rigours of the road, and the battle with the lion. When you came to Sir Alain's slaying some women put hands to mouth, gasping with horror as you described the damage done. "But my brother slew it with a single thrust," you mimed the killing, "Right through it's skull. And he wears the lion pelt to this day."

You spoke of your time up the road, how you pushed through a storm and lost the slaves, how you took shelter in a village, and how Jehanne and your brother danced, and how you had danced with the maid. You...did not elaborate, though you knew what your brother and she had done later that night.

When you came to your arrival in Sidon, and concluded your tale, you could see the king was pleased, and clapped.

"A loyal a squire as ever I've met," he said, "Your brother is lucky to have you."

I am lucky to have him, you thought. If it had not been for your brother you might still be scrubbing floors for your father, fetching script and ink and every other dogsbody task. King Fulk poured you more wine.

Still it was not near the end of the night. Music began to play and couples rose to dance. Elias took up Ioveta by hand, began to draw her to the dancing, but she seemed less keen for his attention now, and was similarly being petitioned for a dance by King Roger.

"Go grab a girl, lad!" Fulk said, nudging you from your chair, "Have a dance, and make merry."

> go ask a woman you know (nominate)
> go ask a woman you don't (that pretty one by the flowers)
> keep your seat, no time for dancing

>>35555117
But none of them are Sabeen!
so either

> go ask a woman you don't (that pretty one by the flowers)

or

> keep your seat, no time for dancing

>>35555117
>> go ask a woman you know (nominate)
Hodierna

>>35555117
> go ask a woman you know (nominate)
Iovetta, we haven't talked to her properly.
Plus, she can teach us the steps

>>35555117
> go ask a woman you don't (that pretty one by the flowers)
Hugo needs a break from all the grim reminders. Lets make some merry.

>>35555117
>> go ask a woman you don't (that pretty one by the flowers)

Well this is a chance to meet new people.

>>35555117
> go ask a woman you don't (that pretty one by the flowers)

But Sabeen is truly the one true love for Hugo.

>>35555117
> go ask a woman you don't (that pretty one by the flowers)

>>35555117
>go ask a woman you don't (that pretty one by the flowers)

Hugo needs to get his confidence up so he can lay Maggie and Etain when he gets back

>>35555117
I truly don't know. If one knows german, Hugo cn probably be at ease.

>>35555209
>>35555170
Why is Sabeen the purest brownfu?

>>35555117
>> go ask a woman you don't (that pretty one by the flowers)

Guts and glory! We've had liquid courage poured down our gullet by His Royal Majesty, what could go wrong?

>>35555292
Because she will beat the shit out of anyone who tries to take her virtue

>>35555292
>Why is Sabeen the worldliest brownfu?
fix'd

You see Prince Elias has won out over King Roger and takes Ioveta through the start of the dance, and Roger has instead offered his hand to Hodierna. She graciously accepts, and goes light so as not to pressure Roger's injured knee. Queen Melisende remains seated with her son, but gives you a fond smile as you search for a companion.

A girl by the flowers, a brunette of shy nature, but dressed of high birth. She withdraws a step when you approach.

"My lady?" you offer her your hand, "I'm Hugo."

"Elaine," she replied, taking your hand, "I-I saw you with the king, and heard of you from my brother."

She'd heard of you? Now it's your turn to blush a little. She was a slim girl, of an age with you, and had grey eyes. You heard the French in her voice. She let you steer her out onto the floor, where other couples danced.

Ioveta was sighing against Prince Elias, while Hodierna giggled at Roger's crabwalk dance. Merriment was in the air.

> roll 1d100, best of three

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>35555457

Elaine?

Sounds familiar...

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>35555457
deus vult?

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>35555457

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>35555457
Oh gods

>>35555477
He has learned something from Wilhelm!

>>35555477
DEUS VULT! I DID IT!

>>35555477
>Rolled 77
>Got dubs which were 77
This smells of GET

>>35555497
Good enough. Would be better if it was 99 though.

>>35555477
wait when did Hugo stop being a little shit?

>>35555525

He got into his bardic grove by finishing a well told story.

>>35555516

Anon, let's not ask miracles out of poor Hugo

>>35555516
Sorry. I can't work miracles. I'll try next time.
capatcha: maxessupassed
Who's max? and how does he know that?

>>35555525
>>35555544

For once Hugo gets to feel what it is to be Wilhelm

GET

>>35555555
>Can't work miracles
>Rolled 77 while getting post number 77
>Then got 5555555
Nigga you blind

>>35555580
If this was a Dark Heresy game, we'd be rolling on the Perils of the Warp table already.

>>35555555
>7 digits
I think GETs begin at 6 digits, right? Been a while since I've seen them done properly.

>>35555602
That would imply GETS only came about after six digits

>>35555555
...what black magic have you invoked?

Inb4 all our luck is gone and we fail rolls from here on out.

You took Elaine by the hand. They were soft and slim, and she blushed at your touch. Your hands felt very big and rough in comparison. You saw she had a light trail of freckles over the bridge of her nose.

You weren't the best dancer in the world, but you had received some instruction from your brother, and you had a little warmth through your body from the drink and the delight from your story. And Elaine was a gracious partner, you did not trip on her feet, in fact you felt like you were gliding with her, smooth across the floor like a bird on the wing. She kept a close grip on you, your hand and hip, and as you broke to turn about, she came back in quickly, eyes wide and cat-smiling, a bright flush across her cheeks.

"You dance well," Elias remarked beside you, his own girl a-flustered in his courtly skill. Ioveta was rosy cheeked and happy, grinning widely.

"Thank you sir," you said, and Elaine was much impressed by your friendly nature with the prince. You spun her about, light in your arms and she laughed, her chestnut braid whipping about her neck.

When the dance ended and you looked ready to retire, Elaine pulled you over into the shadows where you had last stood with Sir Raymond.

"That was lovely," she said, "My heart is all fit to burst!" And she pressed your hand knowingly to her chest, biting her lip and leaning into your palm. She tipped her head up to you, blinking expectantly.

> kiss the girl
> leave off

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>35555625

Now what makes you say that, anon?

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>>35555555
>I can't work miracles.

>>35555625
Shut up! Don't sully my moment of GET greatness with your pessimism.
what is a GET anyway?

>>35555644
> kiss the girl
Of course

>>35555644
> k-kiss the girl

Teeth, meet Teeth.

>>35555644
> kiss the girl
Sabeen had her chances, she missed them.

>>35555644
>> kiss the girl

Guess we have to finish it perfectly, Just imagine it is Sabeen Hugo!

>>35555644
> kiss the girl
>gettin_to_chivalrous_for_this_shit.png

>>35555644
> kiss the girl

>>35555644
> kiss the girl
o-on the c-cheek of course

>>35555644
>> leave off

We're Hugo. We're not Wilhelm nor are we Solobro. At best we'll kiss her nose, at worst we'll slobber all over her mouth like a dog.

>>35555699
Old Hugo maybe, but this is the new Hugo

>>35555555
I came here to say that this was wasted on a quest thread

>>35555750
And this post wasn't wasted?

That ol' Koblenz charm at work.

I wonder how many bastard siblings Wilhelm even has, considering Wilhelm Senior was probably just as smooth.

>>35555477
>Rolled a 77
>Posted on dub 7s
>>35555555
>Has seven 5s
>Is divisible by 7

QUICK, SOMEONE MAKE A WISH!

>>35555790
I wish for Wilhelm to be able to live a fulfilled life with Iovetta

>>35555804
Heh, I made a wish like that for TKQ. I had the backing of the heavens, earth, and people for it too.

>>35555790
I wish for Wilhelm to forfill his ambition

>"I want what only can be won, I want all that I can get with my own two hands. I want power and glory. I want land, land enough that a king would shudder. Money to make even the kings of Cathay weep. And an influence that even popes would fear me."

>"What do I want? Everything. I want everything."

>>35555814
but anon you know the Koblenz works on the exchange of Equivalent suffering.

The king's words rang in your ear. 'Be bold son!'

You took her by the shoulder with one hand, by the hip with the other. Your mouth closed on hers, and you found her an eager partner. A flood of warmth ran through your chest, as her tongue and yours met wetly and mouths pressed together. It was wet, warm and clumsy, but god it was good. Your hand rolled up to the back of her neck, and your other slid from her hips 'round to her, well, she gave a little gasp of delight when you squeezed.

She sighed as you pushed her against the colonnade, and when your lips parted she smiled widely. You swallowed and leaned over her, beet red in the face and pressing against her. You felt very drunk, but in a very good way, with your mind both fuzzy yet focused all at once.

Focused on Elaine's rising chest.

"Would you take my favour sir?" she asked, "I keep it in my chambers." She ran a hand across your shoulder, face very red and breath very quick. "You would have to accompany me, it is quite dark."

> h-how could I refuse?
> n-nay my lady

>>35555836
> n-nay my lady

>>35555836
> n-nay my lady

That is for Sabeen

>>35555836
> h-how could I refuse?

>>35555836
>> h-how could I refuse?

>>35555836
> h-how could I refuse?

>>35555836
> h-how could I refuse?

We'd better get over our spaghetti-spilling so we don't spill it all over Sabeen.

And by spaghetti-spilling I mean premature ejaculation

>>35555836
"I believe it to be best for me to accompany you, from your breath, and the flush upon your face, why, you seem almost to be ill"

>>35555836
> h-how could I refuse?

>>35555836
> h-how could I refuse?
Does anyone else see the duel coming?

>"Would you take my favour sir?" she asked, "I keep it in my chambers."
Pfft

>>35555896
Will this become a koblenz practice? Claiming to go along with a girl because they seem "ill"?
Second

>>35555836
>n-nay my lady

Hugo had his chance now there is only suffering

>>35555836
>> h-how could I refuse?

Clearly nothing can go wrong here

>>35555896
Kek. Hugo going full Wilhelm if we choose that, fucking supporting that

>>35555924
Dont do it just because you want him to suffer for no reason.

>>35555836
> "Would you take my favour sir?" she asked, "I keep it in my chambers."

A friend of mine once lost a game of pool to a tranny, who said she couldn't pay up because her wallet was in her car.

He got his ass hammered.

>>35555836
I'm so fucking torn...
>>35555896
this... forgive him sabeen. Forgive him.

>>35555896
Yes yes and yes

>>35555836
>> h-how could I refuse?

>>35555836
Supporting this smooth mothafucka >>35555896

Also, trying to research who the hell this "Elaine" is from the history books. Anyone successful or do I have to slog through the web with my terrible search skills?

>>35555896
Pfft, Elaine's the new Jehanne now?
Agreed at any rate

>>35555924

He just didn't want to catch the Luck of the Irish

Terrible stuff

>>35555896
THRUST LIKE WILHELM!

>>35555936
nah Im doing because I can't help but Imagine Hugo being the Heartbreaker to Wilhelms lusty lion.

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>35555985

Ya forgot to roll. Here let me help.

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>35556007
Thanks

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>>35555933 >>35555941 >>35555950
>>35555973 >>35555985

>>35556007
stop helping

>>35555555
Your black magic has gotten me interested in Crusader Quest now

>>35556027
Something wrong anon?

>>35556027
I want Hugo to waifu Sabeen.

I also feel like this is somehow a trap.

Isn't the point of having to Characters is that they are...ya know different characters?

>>35555836
>> n-nay my lady

>>35556056
But we should also let them grow anon. Granted smooth talking isnt exactly Hugo

>>35556043
There are few quests better, anon.

Fear the dice, though.

>>35556056
Doesn't mean that there can't be any similarities whatsoever

>>35556074
My point exactly If we're doing this its a mutual misunderstanding, remember there's a reason Zhu xing reincarnated as Hugo.

>>35556047

the trap would be being woken up by elaine's brother demanding a duel for taking her fever

>>35556043
You're welcome, my son.

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>>35556106

>>35556130
We have the run of the castle. We'll fetch Wilhelm's damascus sword and use our superior War skills to wreck his shit

> "What is this travesty? Lecherous lad, you have soiled my sister's reputation!"
> "u wot m8"

>>35555836
>> h-how could I refuse?

>>35556130
>Implying the Trap isn't Elaine himself

>>35555836
>h-how could I refuse


Young fledgeling Bard, I dub thee Sir Hugo the Handsome.

May your songs be as crotch moistening as your mentor and brother's

"I-I'd be a sorry knight if I let a lady walk alone, specially one looking so poorly," you said, "Not that I'm a knight yet, n-nor that you look so awful." you offered her your arm.

"You'll be a knight yet," she said, leaning into your arm, running a finger across it. It was night, and what you saw of the sky showed a brilliant array of stars. The palace was dark however, and she led you by arm through the corridors of the palace, to the quarters and a door, half tripping at some points for you to catch her with a shared giggle.

She came to the door leaned against it, looking over her shoulder at you. "This is my chamber." And she opened it, slipping in.

You followed with a nervous energy.

Elaine had drawn off her gown and shift, and knelt half on her bed. She looked at you nervously and you felt a nervous clutch at your guts.

"I-I have never given a favour before," she said, drawing up onto the bed.

"I've never received one," you had, from the queen, but you were being metaphorical as she was. It was a new skill you'd yet to really test out.

She waited for you to undress, waited nervously on the bed with a slice of moonlight falling across her. You pulled yourself free of your clothing and moved to the bed. She really was a pretty squirrel of a girl. You touched her hair shyly, felt it smooth across your knuckles. She took you by the shoulders and kissed you. It was like that for a while, the two of you upon her bed, just kissing and touching one another. You both started as nervous creatures, but as you sank into the rhythm, your boldness grew. Your grips grew firmer, your kiss smooth and deep.

(cont.)

She parted her legs for your touch, and sighed 'gainst it.

"W-would you-" she spoken in nervous breaths. You climbed upon her, blushing as you looked over her.

Like a spear to its target, you thought. That's all this is. Everyone does it. You'd heard your brother and his women, Solomon and his. You had seen women naked before. You had lusted, and thought long and hard on all you'd do in the grips of your nightly musings. All the secret, perverted thoughts of a boy with energy but no opportunity.

And now you were poised before the very target of a pretty girl, and felt your courage shake as it never had before. "Sir," she said, striking your cheek.

You moved, she cried, the tightness was uncomfortable at first but you felt a rush and felt her shudder as something gave way beneath you. Blood.

"W-what?" you look to her, fearing you'd made some terrible misjudgement. She had pain in her eyes, but was smiling.

"This is natural," she murmured, kissing you, "My sister told me so." But much of her mature fire was gone and she seemed a nervous girl again, as you felt a nervous boy. You fought a blush, but could not go out now. In truth you did not want to. You buried yourself deep, held her as she cried out. She tried to quiet her cries in a pillow, but it was little help.

It was not a night of long passion, though it felt a clumsy eternity. You finished suddenly, and slumped, lying beside her sweating slim body.

It as not as you had thought it would be, but it had not been bad. As you watched the rise and fall of her small chest you felt good, satisfied, and she kissed you on the chin as some small gesture. It was more messy than you had ever expected. The blood and your...spillage.

"Was that good?" you asked, your voice nervous and young.

Elaine trembled. "I-I think so," she rolled away and pressed against you, your arms 'round her as she nestled against your lap and belly.

You lay with the strange pretty girl, and slept.
-
> roll 1d100, average of three

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>35556360

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>35556360
OH BOY

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>35556360
We're going to die.

>>35556360
>striking
stroking your cheek

That's ah, not the image I was going for.

>>35556377
>>35556391
>>35556394
as expected of Hugo

>>35556394
>>35556391
>>35556377

And there is the curse

>>35556377
>>35556391
>>35556394

>38.6
GIRL STATUS: PREGNANT

>>35556377
>>35556391
>>35556394
See, averages never work out, at all, ever.
It's basically pre-determined that if we have an average we're going to fuck up the roll.

>>35556394
>lowest of the bunch

Well, even the highest roll would have fucked us over.

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>>35556377
>>35556391
>>35556394

>>35556377
>>35556391
>>35556394
Oh look, it's that shit averaging system in action again, what FUN, right guys?

>>35556469
I believe it is average roll due to the fact we are in a disadvantage

>>35556360
>>35556377
>>35556391
>>35556394
As expected of the average system, bringing us the worst results possible, every time.

>>35556481
More like neither at an advantage nor at a disadvantage.

>>35556481
The "advantage" shit comes and goes in completely different situations.
Remember when Welf died (again due to LOLBADROLLS), and we just SUDDENLY gained best of three again after that? Despite being one man down, against larger numbers, with an untrained horse?

>>35556487
>>35556469
>>35556413

Stop bitching. This is Hugo we're talking about, you know - meaning that it was probably charisma roll to avoid a combat situation.

>>35556469
Vaelys pls

>>35556523
How does that make the situation better?

>>35556526
[Insert quest boogie man] pls go.

See? I can do it too.
Doesn't change the fact that nearly everything bad that's happened in this entire quest has been down to bad rolls rather than bad decisions

>>35556545
Hugo is all about WAR, and this is the sort of situation where only someone with a silver tongue like Wilhelm could weasel themselves out of with little difficulty. I don't approve of averaging in most cases, but if the reason I'm defending happens to be why it was used, I could understand it.

If that isn't the case, though, I'll gladly agree with you.

>>35556561
Except everything long term. People forgot about the letters, the jew, relationships, etc as soon combat or Iovetta was involved.

>>35556633
>the jew

They shouldn't have paid upfront, caveat emptor bitches

>>35556633
Except a few things in the long term, sure.
What about it? I mean, seriously, what about it?

You rose late. Elaine nestled against your arm, which had died beneath her. It hurt to flex your fingers, pins and needles running down it as you tried to slip it out. As you did she awoke with a murmur, and blushed at the sight of you. You did not speak, but looked at each other for time, until finally you kissed again.

She gasped, giggled and grasped at you, til now she was on top and kissing you, with you in her hands and a laugh on your face. She did not take you in again, though she came perilous close. You were intervened first, by a hammering on the door.

"Elaine!" a man's voice, "Elaine!"

Her face turned pale. "My brother," she said, "hide, hide!" She pushed you with clothes in hand into her wardrobe, pulling on her shift with a wiggle. "Coming!" she called, and opened the door.

You spied him through a crack. The Templar, Joyce, and with him Sir Blaise. "Sister," Joyce said, "Is something amiss?"

Sir Blaise sniffed the air and eyed the girl suspiciously.

"Nothing brother," she said, smoothing his red crossed tabard, a big wide smile for him, "I just had the most enchanting evening, and was loathe to rise."

"Aye, catting around with that German boy," Blaise said, "I saw your little kiss, though I've only one eye to spy with."

"You watch your tone with my sister," Joyce warned as he drew his sister out the door.

You heard it close and slipped out, pulling on your clothes. And with dread you note your sword had been left out. Had Blaise spied that too, and made note of it?

>>35556671
>Siscon Templar

Joyce is /tg/ personified

>>35556671
Oh.
THATS WHO ELAINE WAS

>>35556671
Holy shit that was a close call!

Truely he is Wilhelm's brother

You slip away with a numb feeling in your chest, and as you slip through the corridor bump into Prince Elias.

"Ah, Hugo," he said, waggling a finger, "Eventful night? I heard you and I may have some boasts to share over breakfast. Talk has it you slipped away with Little Elaine in the late hour."

You felt a flash of panic. Was it known? You felt the shadow a blade pass the back of your neck. Surely Sir Joyce would hear, and only bad things would come of it...

"Join me for breakfast?" he asked, "I'd like a boon companion to share my own triumph with." He chuckled, holding forth a pair of fingers. What triumph was this that he was so proud of? He looked like a dog given the prize cut, if he had a tail it would be wagging.

> join him for breakfast
> turn his offer down

>>35556671
OH SHIT

>>35556721
>> join him for breakfast

Christ did he get to finger Iovetta?

>>35556664
Wilhelm is in jail bro
Orlando points during the hunt
Our festering corpse
Securing all the loot

>>35556721
> join him for breakfast

>>35556721
>> join him for breakfast

O-okay

>>35556721
>> join him for breakfast

I must hear more. Then again I doubt he got it on with Loveta since they did promise to wed each other.

also: >>35556671
>You heard it close and slipped out, pulling on your clothes. And with dread you note your sword had been left out. Had Blaise spied that too, and made note of it?

TOP KEK.

This is gonna be good.

>>35556721
> join him for breakfast

>>35556721
> join him for breakfast

>>35556721
Them dancing skills scored the prince a night with Loveta.

>>35556721
>I heard you and I may have some boasts to share over breakfast.

Elias you fuck I swear to god.....


> join him for breakfast

>>35556816
>>35556759
It's iovetta, not Lovetta.
And please, I very much doubt it

>>35556671
Always the Templars.

I don't think the Teutonics are about, and we aren't lepers, so we better be cozying up to St John.

>>35556868
>I don't think the Teutonics are about

Those guys makes the Templars look rational and moderate

>>35556896
They ARE german.

...Shit, could we have danced with the Queen instead?

>>35556960
DAMN IT
Why didn't I think of that?

>>35556960

Do you have a death wish?

>>35557011
The King likes guy with balls. Should have shown him the biggest pair

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>>35556960
goddamit

>>35557029
Anon the line between bravery and stupidity is very very fine and i think that might be crossing it

You couldn't refuse the prince. And when you sit with him he is quick to draw you into his confidence.

"The peaches are sweet in the royal garden, no?" he asked, taking a bite of his own peach. He grinned through the juice and flesh of the peach. What did he mean by that. "I've always had a talent for women, it's no boast," he said, "Maine is littered with girls of mine."

Would he get to the point?

"I thought, for a man of my talents, while I was hear, why not put in the effort?" he set aside his finished peach and started on some dates. "There are beautiful women so lacking for good husbands." He held up his fingers again. Counted off, one, two, three, four. "It was surprisingly easy."

You feel your gut clench. "I had Alice pretty much my first night here, lusty woman," he laughed, "And that Hodierna. I heard she'd be some chaste old maid, but she has a wicked streak." He lowered two fingers. "That leaves the hardest ones. Aye, the little nun and the lovely Queen herself." He looked mean, he looked evil, he looked like hate itself as he glared at you. "I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint your brother," he said, closing the third finger, "Oh she bled, but not for long, and she moaned like a whore. I must thank him for convincing her to give up the cloth. She's so eager for the cock, it's no surprise she'd fall for the first man that smiled at her." He smiled, closed his eyes as if he were reliving the memory. "And next up is the prize. My father will be wearing cuckold's horns before the month is out."

Hot hate filled your stomach.

"Run on little squire," he said, "Go tell your Sir he has lost his prize. And tell him not to play games in royal households again, bastard-born."

But something about the way he spoke, were his words true? You could believe it, yet not as well. Would Ioveta be seduced so easily?

> go and check his story with one of the royal women (nominate)

>>35557050
> go and check his story with one of the royal women (nominate)

Iovetta I swear to god this fuck

>>35557050
>Go check with Hodierna

>>35557050
>> go and check his story with one of the royal women (nominate)

Iovetta

>>35557050
>> go and check his story with one of the royal women (nominate)
Hordenia and Balwin

We have to play with the little prince since we ignored him yesterday.

Hahaha. Elias, you little shit.

Honestly, I don't even want to even attempt to check on the rumour.

>>35557072
actually no >>35557075 has the right of it

>>35557050
>Go speak with Iovetta

>>35557050
>Stay there
Just keep eating, don't take any of his words seriously.

>>35557050
Iovetta
if anyone knows, its her.

>>35557097
>>35557050
This, honestly don't freak out.
Only reason Iovetta was pleased was because she was betrothed to Wilhelm

>>35557050
iovetta. I doubt it's really true though.

>>35557050
> go and check his story with one of the royal women (nominate)
No one
Wilhelm taught us to be discreet about flings.
Elias is 2ponce4chivalry

>>35557103
wait scratch that. Hodierna, knows more

>>35557050
>>35557097
This

>>35557094
Changing this
>>35557075
To this.

She might spill to Hugo about Wilhelm's betrothal to Iovetta.

>>35557097
Little cockmunch's words are worth nothing. We now know him to be scum.

>>35557050
>>35557097
>>35557050
This, stare him in the fucking eye and don't even flinch.

>>35557050
I'm so tempted to say "But she shouldn't have been a virgin?" just to see his reaction.

>>35557050
Hodiema or Ioveta. Though actually the most level headed one to ask would be the Queen though she may not know even if we asked her.

>>35557050
Remain silent, tell him of your own adventures.

Fucker's just trying to get a rise out of us.

>>35557050
he's lying we know Hod is gay. We should check with Hoderna anyway

>>35557050
okay so Hybrid we keep eating a Hearty & whole breakfast just as we normally would, then we go Play with Baldwin and talk quietly with Hordenia