Around her on horse, armoured for battle, were her generals.

Solid and hefty William Bures, Constable of Jerusalem, old grey Pons of Tripoli, dependable Hugh of Jaffa, the bulbous Count of Foix, ancient Pagan of Oultrejordan, owl-eyed Gerard Grenier, Lord of Sidon, Raymond du Puy and Archemboud, lords of the temple orders, and least in standing but first in her army, the young Lord of Ramla, Wilhelm.

They stood beneath the True Cross, the ornate standard of Christ that contained a shard of his execution.

The only sound betrayed beyond the loose of the trebuchet was the snorts and snuffs of their horses, the drawn sniff of Count Pons, a cough from Hugh of Jaffa. None of the high lords spoke, they waited upon Melisende's word.

She raised a gloved hand, lowered it to point at the distant walls. A horn sounded its harsh bleat.

The assault had begun.

> begin as Wilhelm
> begin as Hugo

>>48475262
> begin as Wilhelm

Now is the time!

>>48475262
> begin as Wilhelm

>>48475262
>> begin as Wilhelm

IT BEGINS.

Hows the arm, HF? Hope you're feeling better and its on the mend.

>>48475262
>> begin as Wilhelm

hope you're much feeling better HF

You are Wilhelm, Lord of Ramla, and you stand beside your queen a-horsed watching the advance on the walls of Ascalon, the trudge of boots, the grind of the tower wheels.

The trebuchets had ceased their bombardment as Jerusalem's forces advanced.

In the centre of the army stood the banners of the proud knightly orders, the Poor Fellow Soldiers of Christ in white and red, and the Knights of the Hospital of St John in black and white. The famous Templars and Hospitallers, their ranks filled with holy sworn knights and serjeants, keen to battle, fervent from chant, ready to take the walls in the name of Christ and deliver Ascalon from the Saracen.

Behind them in reserve were the soldiers of Melisende herself, led by William Bures. The footmen and knights of Jerusalem made a second line, ready to fill the gaps.

On the left flank were the banners of Tripoli, Sidon and Jaffa, the sworn vasals of the Queen. Local men and boys that would be keen to prove their worth as defenders of the realm. The right flank was packed thick with foregn banners, French and Spaniard, Foix, Maine and the knightly orders of the Iberian adventurers that had accompanied them. Each had their own tower to assist in taking the walls, each had ladders shared by lists of men for scaling the walls.

Your own troops mingled in reserve, a mix of local and German soldiers, Christ fervent warriors alongside glory seeking adventurers. In the front and armoured thick was Solomon, his black face looking to you from behind a steel bar.

The queen stirred on her horse. "Where will Ramla fight this day?" she asked you.

Where are your personal forces?

> on the left flank
> on the right flank
> in the centre
> your forces are in reserve

>>48475488
>> on the right flank

Time for FLAMIN'

>>48475488
> on the left flank

>>48475488
> in the centre

should we prepare the flamethrower though? it might burn down whatever tower its on

>>48475488
>> on the left flank
I don't know what any of these mean, but let's not choose to be cornered by the sea

>>48475564
>>48475552
>>48475511
Well that's not great.

>>48475488
> on the left flank

>>48475488
>> in the centre

>>48475644
It means either we fight in the center for the most glory, in the reserve top conserve men, or on the flanks, and the flanks will affect who we ally with, foreigners or houses of Jerusalem, it'll affect who sees us as more familiar. I say
>in the center

be back in a sec.

>>48475730

i have a really bad feeling about all of this.

>>48475793
dont fucking jinx it anon

>>48475793

We're going down the centre.

Where resistance is greatest.

Well, as long as our tower doesn't die, we should be able to flame a large number of troops.

Then again, we might flame malik.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Back.

I'm going to flip a coin

1 is left
2 is centre

>>48475894
centre it is.

>>48475861
literally no problem with this

Rolled 66 (1d100)

pray to god Anon

You point with your spear over the heads of the assembled warriors, to the gate of Ascalon itself.

"I mean to be where the fighting is thickest," you said, "And the glory that awaits beyond it the greatest."

"Go with God," the queen said, raising her hand as if she were releasing a hawk from her wrist. You grinned as you spurred your horse forward, galloping toward your men in reserve. They look up to you, shields raised, helms secured, eyes bright with nerves, with excitement and fear. You raised your spear as you passed.

"With me men of Ramla, with me!" you said, "To the gates of Ascalon and beyond!"

The men cheered. A drum was struck, a beat of a march as they followed you, breaking away from the reserve, marching toward the holy warriors and their siege equipment. Taabards flapped as White and black ranks broke to make room for you. The two masters of the order, young and hail Raymond du Puy and the older, white bearded Archemboud, sat at the head of their orders a-horsed. Raymond's stallion stamped the ground, snuffing deep the raised dust, eyes wild for the fight. He kept his steed in hand.

"Lord Ramla," he said with a touch of hire forelock.

"Lord Ramla," Archamboud repeated, his old face looking glum from the folds and lines of age.

"Masters," you said, "What is the order of battle?"

Raymond spat between a missing tooth, a thin jet of saliva that wet the hard dry soil. "I mean to take these rams up and smash my way in," he said, gesturing to the well covered battering rams, "While ol' Archie tries to take the wall by ladder and tower. Truth, it'll be a hard fight. I'd have preferred a breach be made before an assault called for, but this is the road we are on."

"And where am I in this?" you asked.

Raymond shrugged. "Where ever you please," he said, "You seem to be an architect of fortune, Wilhelm, I'll not gainsay you."

> go with the rams
> use ladders to scale the wall
> take command of the tower

>>48476039
> go with the rams

>>48476039
>> take command of the tower

We'll flame the battlements clear

"I have a weapon of greek fire I intent to use. I'll scour the battlements clean of troops. Send them to hell with holy fire."

>>48476039
> take command of the tower

Get on the walls its the less suicidal.

>>48476039
> take command of the tower

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_sY2rjxq6M

>>48476039
>> take command of the tower
and yes, tell the masters of our weapon so that they're not surprised or caught flatfooted by the fire weapon.

that its greek fire means that their men need to stay away from it.

>>48476039
> take command of the tower

"I'll take the tower," you said, "And the wall. I have in my position a wonderful, terrible invention. A device that spits Greek Fire."

That causes the masters to look to one another, brows creased. "The Romans will not like it," Archamboud said, "They guard their fire most jealously."

"But if it helps us take the walls, damn them," Raymond punched the flat of his maille'd hand, "Let's see what terror your invention will bring, Wilhelm. God be with you."

"And with you, gentlemen," you dismounted.

Solomon and your commanders, Valeran and Arnold, found you through a thicket of holy robed warriors. The Gascon and the German both looked from you to the wall in an uncomfortable silence, their minds on things to come. Solomon took you by the arm, face split in a white tooth'd grin.

"Now is the day brother," he said. You thumped his shoulder.

"We have the tower," you said, "And with it, we'll be first over the wall."

Your men cheered, thumping breasts, stamping feet, called your name, 'The Lion!' some shouted. Your squires came either side of you, Hugo and Alexius, and your knights stood before you. Etienne, your old friends from Germany the Hellions, Arnold and Valeran, your uncle Hermann, young Elinard who has been given into your care. Knights from Germany and France in their number, spurred and armed for fighting. Most of these young men had seen little fighting, their skills developed in the training grounds of their fathers' estates or in the tourney fields of high lords.

Your old companions, Karl, Gerhard and Ludegard, stepped forth. "Wil," Karl said, "Give us the honour of being the first over the wall. Let us prove ourselves to you." His fist was clenched over his heart, eyes shining.

Elinard stepped forward with surprising boldness. "I-I swore to your s-sister," he said, "That I w-would be first into battle. P-please my lord, let m-me." He shivered in his armour, tabard flapping in the wind, his boldness giving way back to his natural shyness, the scorn of the Hellions turning that shyness to shame.

"Send me, my lord, let me clear the way," Hector said, taking a knee. He was as good a warrior as you could ask for, and his eyes were hungry.

All clamoured for the right to be first onto the wall, declaring their vows, vouching for their marshal skill, appealing to station. The keenness of their desire was evident, so strong if a decision wasn't made it could turn into a quarrel between one another. You had best choose who will lead the assault.

> The Hellions
> Elinard
> Hector
> Yourself
> write-in

>>48476317
> The Hellions

Let them prove themselves. No way we are letting Elinard do it. Bures would have our head on a plate if anything happened to him.

>>48476317
> The Hellions
> Hector

Hector & the Hellions has a nice ring does it not?

>>48476317
> The Hellions
> Hector

Hectors Hellions!

>>48476317
>> The Hellions

Elinard, follow hector, do as he says in this battle.

>>48476317
> The Hellions
> Elinard

>>48476317
> The Hellions
> Hector

Sturmtruppen! and German steel!

Are we going to flame the troops on the wall before we charge or get a foothold then flame.

We need to brief our men when we intend to use the weapon. And to warn them not to charge into folks on fire.

>>48476317
>> The Hellions

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>>48476424
Definitely flame first to thin out the wall defenders.

>>48476424
>>48476484

Then we need to brief them on how the flaming will go.

They'll need to keep panicking flaming saracens at spear's length before charging into the cleared area.

"Karl, Gerhard, Ludegard," you looked to each of your old friends one at a time, "You have the first charge. Take the wall, by Christ."

"We will," Karl's fist slammed into his chest, and the other two did the same. Then they looked to each other sharing a snicker, and came into a hug, "Let's kick their arses from here into the sea."

You went to Achilles, who had three flame throwing tubes that he passed out to his assistants. "Be careful with these, my lord," he said, "These flames are not easily quenched, let off at the wrong time and you could bring yourself to ruin. My advice, let the fire burn itself out before moving into the area you loose the flames upon. It's an ugly way to die."

"I will," you said.

"Good luck," Achilles plunked a helmet onto his head and started back towards camp, "this is no place for a fat little man like me."

You waved Achilles farewell.

The tower was wood covered in animal hide at the front and sides, an open back up which a ladder ran over three platforms. Each platform was thick with soldiers, others hanging off the ladder. A ramp would drop from the last tower, spilling men onto the walls. From behind it would be pushed by the muscle of men on foot, grinding the large heavy wheels across the dirt.

The Hellions took the ladder, climbing to the top platform, with them the assistants armed with the flame throwers.

You looked to your men, their attention was on the wall. Some talked to their neighbour to elevate their nerves, others mumbled prayers to the click of rosary beads.

You drew your dascus sword. Your squires were with you, Hugo and Alexius, your men behind you.

A call went up the line and you saw the Templars start forward, white tabards whipping around their knees, shields up on their approach, a chant ringing from their lips, Latin ringing out. 'God is with us, god is great, we do gods will.'

"God wills it!" was more simply cried by others as they marched forward

> roll 1d100, best of three

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>48476732
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CkGXnEEk5v4

DEUS VULT!

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>48476732

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>48476732
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkRgWU1FS3U

>>48476746
this song is omelette du garbage

>>48476836
Dice gods liked it faggot

you post something then

>>48476857
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJ-QLl5qjLg

>>48476909
>two steps from hell
>good

literally fucking generic epic

>>48476857
ive got an awesome one saved for a boss fight, just wait. ill post it once we find malik or a commander

>>48476959
"generic epic"

its def not bad, and def better than what you posted, not meanin to be unfriendly tho

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=414mrPgK5Yk
This is a bit more in the vein of what I think would fit... only if I could find a version in french.

>>48477000
i like it. can you find more within this theme? if not epic music is gonna be my playlist

There was a hiss from the walls.

Arrows fell thick and fast, hammering against raised shields, pin wheeling away off the side of helms, embedding themselves into the cover of shields and into cloth and maille. Few fell to the first volley, but more followed soon after, a hammering rain that came in bursts. The men on the top platform of the tower raised shields together, locked in the fashion of ancient Rome, a hard roof for which no arrow could penetrate.

Men snarled as they pushed the tower forward, shoulders pushed into the frame, hands grabbing the beam, all their strength pressed into pushing it forward. Tancred lead the effort with his teeth bared, his back covered by the shields of Franz and another man-at-arms.

"Forward!" Valeran roared, "Forward, to the walls." He touched a young man's shoulder to drive him to greater effort. The tower trudged on, arrows stuck on the side.

As you came closer puts of oil were lobbed. Some smashed into the ground, others managed to smash across the front of the tower. Following them were firey brands, tree branches cut and set aflame. A fire took to the front of the tower but soon gutted out on the animal skins. It was no Greek fire.

More success was had on the Templar ram, a man came screaming out from the hide covering, his tabard alight, his beard burning, grabbing at the cloth and trying to tear it off. Arrows pincushion the man as the fire on the leather case of the ram died, and another Templar disappeared within to take up the slack.

The walls loomed before you. Saracen hands lobbed down stones, one clanging off the side of your shield. A thick hail, you saw someone drop to your left from lobbed missiles.

The Templar ram met the gate. You heard the hiss of steam and saw the boiling pitch fall through sluices down onto the ram, followed soon by the screams of men beneath. A brand was thrown and the whole ram went up in flames, giving off a thick and putrid smoke. Men came scrambling out from under the ram, running and coughing on the fumes. Darts and arrows chased them back to the Templar line.

"In, in!" Archamboud directed his men, who surged forward with ladders, some running back toward the ram that burned even as a pair of fresh rams were brought forth.

"Hold!" the tower was all but pressed against the walls. Ladders were being brought forward and just as quickly cast off. Some came weighed with men, and the defenders had less luck dislodging them.

The ramp of the tower dropped, and from it you saw the gush of the Roman flame, heard the scream on foreign tongues. Tongues of flame darted over the battlement, and where they fell they produced the sound of horror and pain. Those cries were soon drowned out by German battlecries.

"The Rhine!" Karl leapt into the fray, sword and shield ready, Ludegard and Gerhard behind him, vibrant with the energy of the young and foolish. "The Rhine!" their shouts gave over to the clash of steel on steel, and you lost sight of them as more of your men chased in after them.

The spit of Greek fire ceased, lest they burn your own men, the battle given over to sword and spear.

You saw Templars mount the wall above the gate as their battering rams came in around the skeleton of the burned one. The Hospitallers mounting beside them, the black and white banner of their order climbing a ladder in the fist of Raymond du Puy.

> join the fray
> stand back and wait

>>48477067
>> stand back and wait

have the men alternate between the frenzy of melee and using the flamethrower to push the saracens back

>>48477067
>stand back and wait

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFHYQihGMk0

>>48477067
>> stand back and wait

>>48477067
>stand back and wait

>>48477067
> stand back and wait

>>48477067
what, join the guys below, the tower raiders, join with the second wave?

You put a hand to the ladder, ushering your men up.

"Go," you say, "Go, go."

They climb hand over hand, swords sheathed, shields strapped, sometimes two at a time. Tancred looped up quickly like some large ginger monkey, swiftly ascending. Above your head from the battlements came the glow of fire, the sound of fighting. A scream rang out and someone fell from the battlements, landing hard in the dirt beside the tower. The man's arms bent at unnatural angles from where he'd tried to stop his fall, his spear splintered beneath him.

The helm was Saracen, you breathed a sigh of relief.

You looked to those still waiting to ascend. Solomon, Sir Hector, your squires and Sir Etienne, Sabeen and her lancers, Franz and Sir Hermann.

> nominate who to send up next, which would stay with you

>>48477315

The only real preference I have is that we stick with Franz and Solomon when we go up, bros 4 lyfe

>>48477315
>your squires and Sir Etienne
>Sir hector

>>48477363
Seconding this Franz and Solomon stay with us

>>48477315
>Sir Hector,
>Sir Etienne
>Sir Hermann.

>>48477399
>>48477373
Please indicate whether or not they're staying with you or going up to join the fight.

>>48477446
Oh sending them up.>>48477399

>>48477373
>>48477446
They are going up, Franz and Solomon are the ones staying with us

>>48477315
Send up Solomon, Hector and Hermann.
Keep the rest.

So just confirming that Solomon and Franz will stay with Wilhelm.

Going up is Hector, Etienne, Hugo and Alexius and Hermann.

Lock that in?

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>>48477561
Correctamundo!

>>48477561
Alexius is staying with us. He is too dumb to survive.

>>48477561
Sounds good to me.

>>48477580
>implying he's not a Savant

"Etienne!" your aide-de-camp steps forward, hand to his sword, "You lead this next wave. Hector, Alexius, Hugo and Hermann, you're all going with him."

"Sir," Etienne thumped his chest as Jacques thumped Hugo's the two boys shared wild grins as they went to the ladder, your other squire following them.

"I-I'm going t-too," Elinard said, stepping forward.

You looked to Hector. "Watch the kid's back," you said, and the Jew nodded.

"I won't fail this time," he said, conjuring Orlando's shade.

Sir Etienne paused at the foot of the ladder. "Who will guard you my lord?" he asked with surprising concern. The Gascon seemed torn between mounting the ladder and guarding your person.

"I have these two for that," you said, gesturing to Solomon and Franz. The old Jew grinned, leaning on his spear, while Solomon boredly stretched his arm overhead.

Etienne looked the two over, then looked back to you. The man nodded, and he started up the ladder with expression tight on the platform far overhead, his squire a rung behind him. You watched each of your picked men disappar up the ladder, your uncle Hermann swinging up last, huff and puffing on the effort it took to drag himself up the ladder until he too at last disappeared into the sound of the fight.

You looked back to the others. Sabeen, Franz, the men-at-arms that had yet to be sent over the wall. You shared with them all an intake of nervous breath.

> roll 1d100, best of three

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Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>48477699

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>48477699

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>48477699
Deus Vault!

Rolled 49 (1d100)

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>48477710
please dont be a trend

>>48477710
roll sucks but the pic and title are flawless

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Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>48477699
>Solomon boredly stretched his arm overhead

Solobro's seen some shit I take it

>>48477716
Deus Vult.

All of you. Come back home.

>>48477757
>we will never get Solomon a Black Jaguar Pelt/Eagle helm

why live?

we're actually not using solomon very well. Hes wasted guarding us. Next time, he should lead an attack. We dont need the best guarding us, just someone competent.

You watched the battle along the wall. Du Puy had made the battlements with standard aloft, cutting at the Saracen host with sword in other hand, calling to his men with joy writ upon his face. A thicket of Hospitaller spears ringed that standard, pushed back the Saracen defenders. You saw a Hospitaller serjeant cut to ribbons under Saracen blows, his corpse heaved back over the wall, but they didn't dislodge the holy order.

Sections of the wall had been taken by the black clad holy warriors, enclaves defended by spears, jousting at Saracen defenders, keeping them at bay. It was a slow, tight exchange. Gone was the headless rush of assault, given over to a slow advance and consolidation.

Beneath the Hospitallers the Templars had given up trying to batter down the gates of Ascalon. They were too hard, too strong for the strength of Templar arms. Instead they took to ladders, joining their cousins in black upon the walls, trying to throw back the defenders through force of arms and doing a good job of it.

You hoped that the other sections of the army were doing just as well.

You looked back to the army of Jerusalem. Melisende watched with big William Bures on his horse. There had been no move to send in the reserve. You took that to be a good sign.

"When do we go up?" Sabeen asked, gloves tightening on her spear, "Waiting down here, it isn't right." Her eyes flicked up to the battlements, her thoughts no doubt on her lover above.

> now
> wait a while longer

>>48477839
so we should use him to liberate the guardhouse to the Gates?

>>48477851
> wait a while longer

>>48477851
> now

>>48477851
> now

>>48477716
Good roll lad

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_R8viSgLTVM

>>48477851
>now

>>48477851
>> now
I guess? If people are still burning, better open those gates

>>48477870

We should liberate the guardhouse with him, because you know, deus vult

"Now," you said, and started up the ladder with a nervous thump in your chest.

> roll 1d100 best of three

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>48477925

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>48477925

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>48477925

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>48477925

>>48477870
Nah.

We flame the insides and then let it burn out. That way be a slaughterhouse.

>>48477945

In the name of christ.

You scaled the ladder with the sound of your own heart beat pounding in your ears, Franz and Solomon behind you, the rest following them. You mounted onto the top platform, the open ramp lowered onto the battlements.

The stone was washed with blood and black scorch marks. A man at arms leaned upon the edge of the tower, hugging the wood, half his face lying slack against his neck, showing you a half mask of blood and muscle. The man still lived, and may live yet under a good surgeon.

"Get down," you ordered the man, "Get yourself seen too." Solomon came up, striding down the plank with sword and shield ready. The man-at-arms nodded at you dumbly, releasing his hold on the perch.

Sabeen came to stand beside you, her spear in hand.

You looked back to the wall, stepped over a severed limb to join Solomon on the battlement. A press of liveried men-at-arms jostled a competing scrum of Saracen defenders to your left, curses exchanged in multiple languages. These men were not giving up easily. You saw one of your own lurch back, grabbing at where his face had been scoured by a spear blade.

To your right much the same was going on, the press of men against a group of Saracens. Above the helms and spears you saw the banner of a the Templars raised. If you could push through there, you might be able to link up with the holy men and claim this whole section of wall.

Beneath, the town within was a well planned section of broad straight roads that led up to a citadel in the middle of the city. You saw the remains of homes, once fine things, now gutted black ruins from your fire attack. In the street more men assembled, Saracen reserves and Saracen bowmen. Now doubt more guarded the heart of the city itself, that citadel at the end of the road.

Dead men lay at the bottom of the wall, a small heap of Muslim and Christian alike, limbs contoured around each other in a grotesque hug, piled carelessly like children's toys ruined by the fall.

Your men fought well. The left was drawing back to a tower, but the Saracens caught between your men and the Templars fought on stubbornly, and would not be easily dislodged. You could make no clear sign of your friends in all the fighting, though you heard Karl bellow above the din.

Beneath you watched the Saracen reserve, their commander leaning on his spear, chewing an apple.

> join the assault on the left, help take the tower
> drive the Sracens off the wall on the right

>>48478197
> drive the Sracens off the wall on the right

>>48478181
> drive the Sracens off the wall on the right

>>48478197
Send Solomon to the left, and take the rest of the men to the right.

>>48478197
> drive the Sracens off the wall on the right

>>48478197
>Beneath you watched the Saracen reserve, their commander leaning on his spear, chewing an apple.
wave at him

>>48478181
>Beneath, the town within was a well planned section of broad straight roads that led up to a citadel in the middle of the city. You saw the remains of homes, once fine things, now gutted black ruins from your fire attack. In the street more men assembled, Saracen reserves and Saracen bowmen. Now doubt more guarded the heart of the city itself, that citadel at the end of the road.

We need to flame them.

>>48478197
Go towards Karl and Elinard, really

>>48478250
They wouldn't reach them.

>>48478261

Are there any reserves at the bottom of the walls waiting to rush up?

You waved to the enemy commander and he waved back. Whatever expression he wore was masked by distance and armour. still you kept an eye on him as you moved to help the men caught up trying to dislodge the Saracens from the wall.

You shouldered in past a slim man-at-arms, sword catching the thrust of a spear, your shield slamming out into a Saracen's face, your sword falling to open it with an ugly scream from the man as he fell away. You found yourself pressed next to Valeran, the Frenchman giving you a grin as he pulled you up beside him.

"This is easier than I thought," he said, sweat running down his cheeks, "These Saracens aren't so tough."

"Don't get cocky," you said, your shield saving him from a mace blow that numbed your arm even through the shield. "We haven't one yet."

A Saracen tried to grab you by the arm and wrestle you to the ground. Solomon was between you quick, his sword tip lancing through the Saracen's eye, his boot sending the Saracen over the ledge to the inner yard below. He swung his blade, cutting into a spear that he rolled away, punching with the rim of his shield a tooth shattering blow. The man dropped his spear and Solomon rapped the side of his helm with his sword, hammered him again with his shield, drove the man back into his comrades.

"Yield!" the man cried in broken voice as Templars came in the other side, breaking through their ranks, "I yield!" He fell to his knees, as did a few others, throwing down their weapons and dropping to their knees.

Fighting continued by the tower.

> take them prisoner
> no quarter

>>48478395
>> take them prisoner

We will honour surrenders

>>48478395
> take them prisoner

A cornered beast is the most dangerous. Accept their surrender and we may encourage others to follow suit.

>>48478395
take their weapons and helmets, then shuffle them somewhere

>>48478395
> take them prisoner
The holy orders most likely won't like it but I'd rather take prisoners than fight everyone in the city to the death.

>>48478395
> take them prisoner

>>48478395
> take them prisoner

>>48478395
>> take them prisoner
Sabeen and co take them prisoner

>>48478395
>"We haven't one yet."
>One

You sheath your sword to show your good intentions and you see the man's anxiety turn to a shameful relief.

"We take them prisoner," you said, turning to your men, "Get them off the wall."

"You dare!" a Templar moved forward, shaking his spear, "We are here to kill the Saracen, this is war. I say throw them from the battlements as a message to the other rats below."

Solomon moved between you, his bloodied sword at his side. "Easy," you said, to both of them, "It is my right to take hostages, sir. I am the Lord of Ramla." You glare at the Templar from beneath your lion's maw. "I suggest you leave me to my business, and return to yours. Namely, the business of liberating this city." The templar glowered at you, muttering ugly invectives as other templars pulled back their comrade. Your own men, Valeran and Sabeen, were stripping the prisoners of their arms.

There were a good twenty prisoners, you would have to have at least half as many troops. Ten men-at-arms and someone to command them.

The Saracen reserve watches from the street, their commander hanging lazily off his spear, apple discarded.

"Take them back to the camp in single file, kill them if they cause trouble" you ordered.

> nominate a character to take the prisoners to camp

>>48478572
Yeah, I know.

>>48478598
Franz

>>48478598
should it be valeran or sabeen? do we want to make sure sabeen doesnt see her father or no?

>>48478598
I'll second franz

>>48478598
Sabeen

>>48478625
rather critical

>>48478598
One of the hellions, I guess. He'll make a show of it.

"Franz," you turn to the old man, "Take the prisoners back to camp."

"Aye," he said, gesturing with his spear, "Get on now ye pack of camel fuckers." He pointed to the tower. One of your men shoved a bound prisoner forward, and they marched the prisoners away from the wall.

You looked back to that Saracen commander and he gave you a clap that you could not hear over the continuing battle.

This wall was all but taken, with Raymond du Puy and his black clad knights driving the Saracens back. You looked to the fighting going on at the tower closest to you, your men fighting tooth and nail to take the doorway, and you start toward them with your Damascus sword one more drawn, Sabeen and Solomon covering your flanks.

> roll 1d100, best of three

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>48478811
FIGHT ON GOOD MEN OF GOD!

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>48478811

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Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>48478811

>>48478839
>>48478845
For the love of god never roll again.

>>48478850

Thank you anon.

Saved us from a fucking terrible fate.

Bow strings snapped and a flight of arrows launched up from the city. Men dropped screaming, grabbing at the shafts that punctured their limbs, their bodies. Templars dropped as did Ramlan men. You pulled up your shield and arrows thudded into its surface. Solomon ducked his head, his own shield coming up, and Sabeen did the same.

The three of you walked as one, covering each other's flanks as you came to the melee swirling around the door to the tower. Men in front of you, those caught in the fight, had dropped back with injury from arrow volley, or dropped dead where they stood, but the fight continued.

From the far tower and up the stairs came the reserves, but they were stalled by a burst of Greek fire, their assault paused as the steps were scorched by flame. One of Achilles' young assistants wiped sweat from his brow as he was joined by another. Neither could have been older than fifteen, shoulder to shoulder they kept licks of flames jetting down on the stairs, blocking the reserves.

Another flight of arrows and one of those boys dropped his tube, an arrow stuck from his arm, pushed to the feathers, the length run slick, right through his gambeson. He screamed in pain, his companion pulling him back. The other took an arrow to the chest, pushing his companion away, three more found his back and he dropped to the stone, tube clattered away.

The fires slowly died.

You pushed into the fight for the tower, and found yourself beside Alexius. The boy licked sweat from his thinly moustache'd lip, spear slick with blood.

"Where's Etienne?" you asked. The boy gestured to the doorway.

Fighting had pushed into the tower, over the stairwell. It was cramped with soldiers, some still fighting before you a cluster of Saracens, desperate men fighting to the last with bloodied swords.

A level above, the top most level, saw men fighting cornered Saracens, your brother Hugo first amongst them. Others fought those coming up the stairs. Etienne was fighting shoulder to hip beside Gerhard and Sir Hector.

The chamber rang with cursing, the slam of metal against shields, the general din of battle amplified by the stone walls.

> help your brother
> help Etienne

>>48479021
> help your brother
Try to get those cornered to lay down their arms.
Then move on to the stairs.

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>48479021
>> help Etienne

Hugo will survive I hope

>>48479021
Go get Elinard

>>48479021
>> help Etienne

Hugo can handle himself.

>>48479021
> help your brother

>>48479021
> help your brother

Looyal knight over our brother who can and WILL survive

>>48479021
>> help Etienne

>>48479021
> help Etienne

Has Hugo been using that dane axe at all?

>>48479021
>> help Etienne

You move down the stairs. Grabbing up a fallen spear, you shove it over Hector's shoulder to gore the face of a Saracen. Stepping in with the Spear in an overhand grip, you aim it with care to help drive back the Sracen troops that swamp the stair well, stepping with care downward a slowly gained step at a time. Etienne, Gerhard and Hector form a shield wall, and beside you is Elinard and Solomon. Both of them followed your example, with spears thrusting over the shoulders of the knights, working to gain more ground. A second line of spears formed behind you, shoving in close. You could hear Sabeen's breath in your ear, feel it on the back of your neck.

"Bastards," you heard Hector grunt as he cracked out with sword blows.

It's at the next floor you find your path blocked, spears angled up at you. A Saracen fell dying off Etienne's sword, body rolling down to rest at the feet of his comrades.

Behind that wall of Spears other Saracens stood, shields raised before dark faces, swords drawn, clubs in hand.

Breaking through that would not be easy. You took a draw of air, exhaustion flooding your limbs.

> charge the spears
> head back and help the others
> write-in

>>48479207
He can now if you'd like.

>>48479244
It would help against men with shields if he has been training with it.

>>48479230
Send someone to bring Hugo and the men down?

>>48479230
> head back and help the others

>>48479230
>> write-in

HUGO daneaxe spears NOW!

>>48479230
> write-in
Send for Hugo
DANE AXE TO THE FACE

>>48479337
>>48479316
>>48479343

Hugo is still fighting above. A vote to get Hugo is a vote to help the others.

>>48479230
>> write-in

HUGO DANEAXE NOW! SOLOMON GO BACK HELP OTHERS!

>>48479349
Solobro go back to help others, otherwise press on

>>48479349
Fine by me I doubt the lines will progress much one way or the other in this closed environment.

You duck away from the press on the stairs and climbing back up two steps at a time, you ascend to where your brother is fighting. It's dark save for the fingers of sunlight that break through the arrow slits, highlighting steel and colouring yards of cloth. The space was thick with the scent of sweat and gore, like a charnel house. Loops of intestine smooshed under your boot as you came upon your brother.

He fights with a two handed axe, a great Dane Axe he had pillaged from a Varangian in his adventures in Antioch. It swept the grounds with devastating power, buckling the legs of Saracen defenders when it smashed into a shield.

Karl and Ludegard fought shoulder-to-shoulder with Hugo, Arnold off to one side grasping at his arm. Blood trickled down his fingers, the wound he had taken the day before had reopened.

You brought your spear to bare. The fighting had pressed into the far corner, the last of the Saracens making a bloody stand. Some were dying on their feet, while others had slumped to the floor. The wooden planks were blackened from the blood and gore spilled across its surface.

Hugo collapsed in the helm of a Saracen with an overhand blow and the man fell spitting blood from his mouth, eyes agog as he collapsed to the deck. You spear opened the cheek of the next man, who whimpered against the pain as he returned your thrust with a thrust of your own.

The Saacens fought hard as they were ground into the corner. You stepped onto the back of a dead Saacen, the leverage granted by an xtra step allowing you to thrust down into the neck of a man grappling with Hugo.

The floor was cleared and Karl raised his sword, his cry echoing off the high roof.

Hugo leaned on his axes, the boy's cheeks burning with exhaustion.

"I need you downstairs," you said.

"Anon, brother," he said, taking a drink from his water skin.

> let him take a moment
> now, Hugo, that's an order

>>48479499
> now, Hugo, that's an order

>"Anon, brother,"

heh

>>48479499
> let him take a moment

>>48479499
>> now, Hugo, that's an order
Catch your breath on the walk down.

>>48479499
> let him take a moment

>>48479499
> now, Hugo, that's an order

you want Sabeen to die?

"Now, Hugo," you ordered.

He groaned as he shouldered his axe. Arnold came up beside you, flexing sore fingers. "Do not push the boy too hard, he fights like a man possessed but it takes a toll," he said.

"Noted," you replied, following after your brother.

There had been little change in the fight on the stairs. Spears jostled one another, back and forth finding very few marks. Sabeen stepped back on seeing Hugo, and her maille'd hand found his shoulder, cupped the back of his neck.

"You're unhurt?" she asked.

He nodded. "You?" she nodded. They both grinned.

It seemed to give him energy enough to unlimber that axe. He stepped forward and Etienne gave him space to swing. Hugo dashed in, swinging his axe to clear away spears, reversing the blow to stagger back a man in the shield wall. You drew your sword and leaped in beside him, Solomon at your side.

> roll 1d100, best of three

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>48479682
nat 1 incoming

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>48479682

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>48479682

>>48479696
is no one going to acknowledge this?

>>48479791
If you ignore it it'll just disappear.

>>48479697
>>48479711

Deus vult.

God willing, bring hugo back home unharmed.

actually, shouldnt we just gather one of the tubes and flame the lot.

This was what greek fire was for.

Hugo's assault buckled the defense of the Saracens. You and Solomon leaping in after him bowed it inward. The three of you surged in, your Damascus blade lashing out against shield and helms, Solomon's shotel slicing through flesh, Hugo's daneaxe crushing limbs.

But the defenders didn't break even as you pushed into their line. Soon it seemed instead you had been enveloped, your men still lagging behind. Back-to-back with Hugo and Solomon, you saw the exhaustion on Hugo's face but could do nothing about it as you were forced to defend yourself.

Spear, sword, club, you twisted and turned your sword and shield to stop them all. A hard smack on your armoured thigh left your knee numb and drew a hiss from you. Your brothers fought better, stopping blows and throwing back their own. Solomon's blade was a serpent before him, moving around his shield in arcs, striking back like a viper. Hugo blocked with the haft of his axe and slammed back with the blunt head, a sword blow leaving a nick in the rim of his helm but leaving the flesh of his face unmarked.

The line pushed back, your troops grinding them back. Etienne appeared at your shoulder, taking you by the arm. You gave a grunt of exhaustion.

"We've done all we can for the day," he said, "We should fall back. Fighting on will just get more men killed for little gain."

"If we take this tower we gain entry to the city," you said.

"If," he thumped your shoulder, "The assault on the left and right flanks have been repulsed, we alone hold Saracen ground."

"Says who?" you asked with a ripple of anger.

A man in hospitaller garb came down the steps, sweating and bleeding from the fray.
"My master," the knight said, "He saw the Saracen throw back Foix's banner, while the others did not take their wall at all. He advises also on a withdrawal. Let the Saracen lick their wounds while we regain our strength."

> withdraw, in our moment of triumph? I think not
> take their advice and withdraw, your men are tired

>>48479867
> take their advice and withdraw, your men are tired

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>48479867
>withdraw, in our moment of triumph? i think not
warming up the dice

>>48479867
>> take their advice and withdraw, your men are tired

Fighting withdrawal.

Piriority is on the retrieval of dropped greek fire tubes.

If we can, flame the ground or the lot of saracens before we fall back. Give us time to withdraw.

>>48479867
>> take their advice and withdraw, your men are tired
Rome wasn't sacked in a day. Lets bombard them through the night.

>>48479867
> take their advice and withdraw, your men are tired

Don't wana tarkin this

if we catch the eye of the enemy commander again, sword salute him for a good fight well fought.

>>48479867
>>48479905
>Withdraw
Seconding retrieving the tubes

Chiri must be worried sick

>>48479867
>>48479905
>Piriority is on the retrieval of dropped greek fire tubes.

This.

Man, if we had a way to distribute more of those things to the right or left flank, things might have been different.

>>48479966
Heck if we could just burn the gate with the thing.

>>48479982

Dont think we can reach it now.

Gates are usually flanked by two towers. Probably like the one we're fighting in.

>>48479867
fighting retreat
> take their advice and withdraw, your men are tired

>>48479905
Thirding this

we need to found a corp of engineers.

Two boys with tubes isnt going to be enough.

>>48479995
I'm meaning the one they had the battering ram at.

>>48480033

Yea but that was abandoned after all the burning pitch.

I don't think our section of the wall is on top of that and is probably behind the tower we're at.

You nod. "Alright, I'll not argue," you said, sheathing your sword.

You passed the word for a general withdrawal, but made it clear this was not a retreat. The Saracens did not pursue you as you left, your men falling back in good order. Wounded were taken up by comrades, helped back to the tower. Your freshest soldiers shadowed the tired ones, allowing them to climb down the ladders. It was altogether too peaceful an escape for the signs of gore you passed, but you supposed many of the Saracens were as tired as your own men.

You collected the fire tubes, passing them to men still unmolested. Many of the dead you were forced to leave where they lay, including the boy that had handled one of the flame throwers, his body riddled with arrows.

That Saracen commander still waited in the grounds. He waved to you, a hand up. You gave him a salute of your blade as you mounted the tower. Men bellow began to haul it away by ropes, trundling back over the ground. The templars and hospitallers were doing the same, pulling back from the wall in fists of men, an orderly, well covered retreat. You'd left them bloodied, but the failure of the flanks meant you must leave them uncaptured.

Tomorrow was another day.

You had expected a more violent eviction, but you supposed the garrison of Ascalon had its own wounded to care for. Not even a sally was mounted to chase you off. You watched as dark men remounted their banners upon the walls, leaning wearily across battlements. This fight was far from over.

The walls slowly retreated from you beneath an orange heathen sky.
-
end thread
Wil +1 war

Ramlan Army:
Experience: Good
Casualties: 43 dead, 14 wounded

>>48480085
I'll get to the casualties of other armies in a bit.

Phew. What a ride

>>48480085
>]
Thanks for running HF

how bloody a blow did we strike the Saracen and how many men did we lose in other forces?

>>48480099

Thanks for running HF.

How badly did we hit them with this attack? How is morale holding up?

>>48480112
>>48480109
You hit them pretty hard, but you didn't break them. Pushing into the tower rattled them pretty badly though, so you got further than they had expected. Taking Ascalon is going to require a series of co-ordinated assaults though.

The morale of Jerusalem is still pretty high, but I'll save the fall out from the failed attacks on the flanks for next thread.

I'll say that they mostly failed because the troops weren't great quality, unlike the knightly orders who are crack troops. Supporting the knightly orders was a bit overkill, and the flanks could have used a larger body of men (and a more determined overall commander of that flank) to be more successful.

But I'll get into it more next thread.

>>48480153
speaking of next thread.....

got a date for us?

>>48480153

Damn. Was thinking more of if we kicked the beast strongly in the nose, we'd inflict a greater blow.

>>48480153
Thanks for running HF.

>>48480153
>Why didn't you babysit us lord ramla

Is what I expect

We will resume the trebuchet fire right?

>>48480203
I'm busy the next couple of days, current plan is next tuesday but I could bump it up to earlier if things fall through.

>>48480230
reaction to greek fire in the face?

>>48480230
cool thanks again for running

any fallout relations wise?

>HF will never run a Sengoku Jidai quest where we play a ronin
>HF will never run a Hundred years war quest
>Hf will never run a Reconquista quest
>Hf will never show us the fate of Wilhelms dynasty and their consequence of greater History

>>48480290
>>Hf will never show us the fate of Wilhelms dynasty and their consequence of greater History

At the most, it means, a crusader hold on the holy lands for a longer period of time before saladin rides forth.

The crusader states were always very over-extended.

>>48480290
>HF will never run a Sengoku Jidai quest where we play a ronin
I thought about that for a bit actually.
>HF will never run a Hundred years war quest
This would just turn into a 'try to bang Joan of Arc' quest.
>Hf will never run a Reconquista quest
Honestly the period doesn't interest me very much
>Hf will never show us the fate of Wilhelms dynasty and their consequence of greater History
Don't be so sure, if Wil survives

>>48480244
The Saracens are aware of Greek Fire, so while its devastating, it isn't a trump card.

>>48480321
I agree that the Crusader States were pretty much doomed from the get go, even more once European interest in crusading died down. But I do wonder if they might have survived longer if Barbarossa hadn't drowned or Baldwin/Amalric had better consolidated their Egyptian conquests + managed their relationship with the ERE and neutral Muslim states a lot better.

A lot can be chalked up to the dismal failure that was the Second Crusade - in terms of pissing off the Greeks and Muslims who were otherwise okay with the Crusader States existing.

But that's a lot of 'what if's'.

>>48480375
>The Saracens are aware of Greek Fire, so while its devastating, it isn't a trump card.


NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABIL!

>>48480375
Knowing is one thing, being ordered to stand infront of a ramp knowing that someone inside is going to flame your face off once it opens is another thing.


>This would just turn into a 'try to bang Joan of Arc' quest.

Yes. Yes it would and yes anyways.

>A lot can be chalked up to the dismal failure that was the Second Crusade - in terms of pissing off the Greeks and Muslims who were otherwise okay with the Crusader States existing.

Quite. God, sacking and pillaging neutral or allied countries would do that. Fucking bandits.

>>48480321
We can always make advantageous marriages for the children of our main two protagonists back in the old country. Gaining a seaport like Ascalon would have the Italian city states riding our jock for alliances and trade.

>>48480442
Like marrying Hugo to Elaine and Mathilde to Elias ?

>>48480375
Would love to see you do a Byzantine or something in antiquty if you ever get bored of Wilhelm.

>>48480451
Pretty much yeah.

>>48480442

Thats find and all as long as some of our neighbours get used to the idea of crusader states nearby. If the following crusades follow as badly as history, we're all getting wiped.

>>48480492
If we can find a way to direct the following crusades at Egypt that would help a lot.

>>48480539

We will, at most, be able to influence the second crusader.

I don't think Wil will be alive 60 years from now.

>>48480539
Easier said than done. The amount of egos you need to direct is insane. Its like a hydra that keeps biting the others heads and their friends.

>>48480564
The main ego wears a silly hat in Rome. If you can just get him to point in the general direction the remaining egos should go there.

Curious that hugo didnt get any war added.

>>48480669
>Implying we dont have to negotiate tri fector of Ego's that are German,Greek & French while on the ground during the crusade

>>48480712
His hit his limit and has seen more combat than Wil has

>>48480375
By the way Solomon was acting during the assault he must have seen some serious action

What the worst he's seen?

>>48480375
>I thought about that for a bit actually

Any reason why you wouldn't won't run something like that?

>>48480753
>His hit his limit and has seen more combat than Wil has

Oh yea. Been so long, forgot about that.

>>48480753
>His hit his limit and has seen more combat than Wil has

>Hey Wil, I spent my time fighting and running across the countryside, what have you been up to?
>I fucked every single one of my fiancee's sisters.

>>48480753
>What the worst he's seen?
I was going to wait until it came up in game, but Solomon is a veteran of the Nubian Guard of Egypt, and before then fought in border wars between Makuria and Egypt.

>>48480861

Will HF ever reveal to us why Iovetta looked so worried/distraught back in Jerusalem with Mathilde ?

DOes she know ?

>>48480861

sampler of royal cunts

>>48480888
Now he knows what to expect

That the royal sisters are all sluts and whores

>>48480884
wait so why does he hate Egyptians?

>>48480886
the better question is will it matter when we return and pledge our eternal and undying love to her and chiri

>>48480884

Wow. That would sort of explain his prowess.

Who exactly were we saluting? I guess the mercy we showed the combatants was sort of appreciated?

>>48480907
The most i am looking forward to if Wilhelm returns to Jerusalem is him meeting Morphia.

That sweet, sweet angle whos joyful laughter spreads happiness throughout the castle.

>>48480929
>ascelon arc is the end of CQ

>It will end after we take the citadel

>You will never see morphia again

>>48480943
I am pretty sure it will first end once the campaign is over.

>>48480929
oh god she inherited Cha as her main stat

>>48480943
>implying

may I direct you to >>48480375
>Don't be so sure, if Wil survives

>>48480952
i know, just trying poke at you anon.

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>>48480952
we must pull a cao cao and prepare an elaborate feast so we can take terms of surrender with the mighty Caliphs army!

>>48480958
>oh god she inherited Cha as her main stat

She is a bloody tyrant you cry and wail at every chance she gets anon.

>>48480907
>wait so why does he hate Egyptians?
The Nubian Guard was essentially made up of slaves given as tribute to fight for Egypt, and the bakt demands annual slaves from Makuria to Egypt. Solomon resents the fact Egypt is much more powerful than his homeland, and has as much control over it as it does. He dislikes the way Islam is starting to push out his own religion and the inability of his people to respond without drawing a response from Egypt. He also hates the Egyptians because of what he sees as their petty squabbling and general decadence, which has led to war and strife that he's personally witness/been a part of.

Solomon sees Egypt and Islam as an existential threat to his homeland and traditions, and he knows time will inevitably erode what treaties they have and Egypt will dominate the Nubian states more fully, unless he can take action against them.

There's a lot of Nubians that don't share Solomon's feelings, including members of Solomon's own family. A lot of the nobility and clergy of Makuria would rather continue the policy of appeasement and maintain the status quo with Egypt and the Islamic world.

>>48481004

This quest is an excellent way to learn more of the ancient world.

>>48481004
I'm guessing he partially hopes that the crusader states might be able to reestablish direct contact and borders with his homeland?

>>48481004
any chance that could change if the crusades made impasses into Egypt?

>>48481059
That would be his pipe dream, but mostly he'd just like a powerful Christian state in the region to act as a counter balance to Egypt and other Muslim nations.

>>48481066
Egypt is a very large, very powerful country. I'll just say it wouldn't be impossible, but not necessarily practical or within Makuria's interest to violate the bakt without them being certain Egypt couldn't readily counter attack and destroy them.

>>48481089
Can you tell us what the words and things are happening back in Jerusalem ?

>>48481089
How worried are the royal sisters ?

>>48481162
Worried about what exactly?

>>48481150
Things are keeping a steady course. Hodierna is essentially acting as regent and taking care of Melisende's children.

>>48481196

who exactly did you get your profile pic from.

Who do we contact to get CQ comms.

>>48481196
>Worried about what exactly?

The war, their sister, wilhelm.

>>48481205
>who exactly did you get your profile pic from.
One of the players did it a long time ago. Endra Baskara on twitter.

If you want to commission art (which would be awesome) you can hit up my mates:
http://regourso.tumblr.com/
Or
http://bigmsaxon.tumblr.com/

Both are great artists and occasional /tg/ drawfags.

>>48481089
>'s interest to violate the bakt without them being certain Egypt couldn't readily counter attack and destroy them.


So say something like an land/sea invasion like Almaric and Manuel originally planned? Which would be all the more doable if Makuria and the other Coptic nations arranged a crusade of their own as a third offensive

>>48481244

Will they contact you for chara details?

>>48481207
>The war, their sister, wilhelm.
Alice has turned on Wilhelm and Melisende pretty viciously after what happened in Antioch and the fact Hugo got away with it. She'd take a perverse delight if they failed to take Ascalon, but she doesn't want Melisende to be physically hurt. Wilhelm and Hugo she'd gladly watch die, though.

Hodierna is anxious about it all, and worried that the attack on Egypt might provoke a counter attack that they wouldn't survive. She hopes Melisende and Wilhelm both return victorious, but is worried about the long term consequences. Having to care for Baldwin and Morphia (who she knows is Wil's child) exacerbates that anxiety.

Iovetta is keeping herself busy with charity work and church, but she's also worried. She hopes they win, not just because she loves her sister and Wil, but because she will take it as a sign from God that 1. the Christian faith is triumphant, and 2. that God approves of her love for Wilhelm and her decision not to join the Church for him.

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>>48481196
>Worried about what exactly?

oh fuck she at very least suspects something right?

>Things are keeping a steady course. Hodierna is essentially acting as regent and taking care of Melisende's children.

wait......where Iovetta?

>>48481274
didn't alice finally understand what those other guys (fuck ive forgotten who they were) were aiming for?

>>48481259
Maybe? I think regourso might, but I don't think BigM knows I run this quest. Better to provide as much detail as possible yourself, but if you aren't sure about something ask them to contact me. They might be busy right now (I know M has a bit of a backlog for commissions), though Reg told me the other days he's planning to open up his commissions again soon so hitting him up and getting in early is probably a good idea. Those slots fill up fast.

It can't hurt to try.

>>48481299
will need to bug you for details in advance then. Probably send you a dm on twitter once i figure out what i want to comm.

>>48481290
Alice is a salty bitch, she's angry about the 'lies' Elias said about her husband and the patriarch in court, slander drummed up to excuse Hugo's crimes. She thinks they made her look like an idiot too for being suckered by their scheme.

The fact Melisende still has possession of her daughter bugs the shit out of her.

I kind of write Alice as a bit of an incompetent schemer, because I think the historical Alice made some pretty stupid decisions and seemed more alienated from Melisende's court than the historical Hodierna and Ioveta.

>>48481308
No problem.

>>48481275
Iovetta is in Jerusalem caring for the sick and poor.

>>48481274
>Alice has turned on Wilhelm and Melisende pretty viciously after what happened in Antioch and the fact Hugo got away with it. She'd take a perverse delight if they failed to take Ascalon, but she doesn't want Melisende to be physically hurt. Wilhelm and Hugo she'd gladly watch die, though

Pattriarch Domfront is a bigger Influence than we know isn't he?

>>48481274
Bet alice regret that night with Wilhelm now. Speaking of which. Any chance she nigh inform iovetta about that to get back at him?

>Wil will never be Chancellor of Jerusalem

why live?

>>48481350
Wil will never go to legendary Constantinople when all is said and done

why live?

>>48481346
Maybe she will. Who knows?

>>48481366
Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!

>>48481328

anything in particular you might want to see?

Other than sabeen

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>>48481384
Wilhelm and Chiri laying in bed cuddling while sleeping

>>48481346
>>48481382

look what you've done

>>48481384
Gallery of best girls Wil and Hugo have met during the quest

>Chiri
>Sabeen
>Iovetta
>Jehanne

>>48481391
Chiri is best slave.

>>48481384
I'm really not picky, and have no big preference for characters.

A picture of Wilhelm or Hugo would be cool, particularly a before and after of early, less grizzled Wil and Hugo compared to their older, harder selves.

I'm more curious about what you guys would want to see.

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>>48481366
nonononononononononoononono

>>48481415
>>48481384
honestly a picture of grown up Matty would be awesome

>>48481415

With the number of characters they want, they want to see mah wallet bled dry

Which grill is the most THICC?

>>48481415
Wilhelm and Chiri sleeping together, Wilhelm sitting under a tree playing his harp.

The Koblenz family. Wilhelms children during childhood or maybe grown up. Are some of those i can think of.

>>48481449
I think it was Alice or Hod or Sabeen.

>>48481449
Sabeen?

>>48481449
sabeen a fat

>>48481449
Thiccfags are the worst

Hod or Alice

>>48481449
Probably Alice if by 'thicc' you mean 'plump/overweight', maybe Chihirizahd if by 'thicc' you mean has an amazingly curvy figure.

>>48481469
>>48481463
>>48481460
Sabeen isn't what I'd call a thick girl.

She's fit without being mannish/a walking talking tumor. I shouldn't get dragged into this kind of stuff.

>>48481517

phat sabeen comm.

>>48481517
The only thing Sabeen is is exactly what Hugo wants.

>>48481512
By the way. Is sir froggy in the army?

How are things going with him and jehanne?

>>48481517
Will we find an egyptian going Praise Kek.

>>48481528
>By the way. Is sir froggy in the army?
Actually, yes, he's part of the Sidon contingent.

>How are things going with him and jehanne?
It's not a 'happy' marriage, partially because he's a man of his time and partly because he's a pretty oblivious guy about some things. It's working though. He's well to do enough that Jehanne lives in relative comfort compared to how she used to live, and she appreciates that.

>>48481527
The question is who is top?

>>48481556
I guess she takes a wicked comfort in knowing Alain isnt his ?

>>48481568
A bit, yeah.

She's also reconnected with Neomi, who is something of a highly regarded concubine in Sidon. Likewise Adelheid.

>>48481556
has he hit her more than is his right as a man of these times?

>>48481590
>She's also reconnected with Neomi, who is something of a highly regarded concubine in Sidon.

Good for them.

>Likewise Adelheid.

Oh god. What kind of onslaught of gossip has Wilhelm faced between those three?

How they did they meet ?

>>48481595
>has he hit her more than is his right as a man of these times?
No. He rarely gets physical with her. At least no where near enough for her to be a battered spouse. Still, he does hit her on occasion, which is more socially acceptable in this era - though even in this era in some cultures beating your wife could result in social consequences.

>>48481605
>How they did they meet ?
Neomi is currently the lover of a certain lord, and Adelheid is currently the lover of a certain foreign diplomat. They got reacquainted at a party Matthias was invited to, and Jehanne was shocked and kind of excited to find out what has become of her best friend. It's all very scandalous in the best way.

>>48481618
>the lover of a certain lord

oho Gerard has fine taste

I realized the other day that I really do need to write more ugly/unattractive women. I can't think of a single reoccurring female character I'd describe as plain or unattractive.

>>48481618
>Adelheid meeting Alain for the first time but cant understand why she dislike the kid right away,

>>48481659
Thats because all women are beautiful to Wilhelm.

>>48481659

write one money grubber who keeps pestering wil after ascelon.

oh wait.

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>>48481659
there are no ugly Women to the lion of Jerusalem, only unpleasant one's pic related

there was that peasant women who gave us a bone crucifix but peasants don't count

>>48481662
kek

>>48481680
fucking Italians are going to be annoying as shit after ascalon for Wil

>>48481688
Italians are always annoying.

I forgot who Adelheid is, someone please remind me.

>>48481767
Iovetta's nun and teacher. Had a thing with Solomon and later Wilhelm slept with her.

>>48481767

the companion of lovetta when we first met her.

the nun solomon bedded.

>>48481777
>>48481783
Oh yeah.
Well good for her I guess.

>>48481767
A now disgraced nun who was once tutor to Iovetta. She engaged in a brief romance with Solomon. After being cast from the church she wound up in Sidon, taking the guise as a whore in Lady Lucca's employ, she is in fact working as a spy for Queen Melisende.

>>48481794
Will we be seeing more of Lady Lucca after have taken Ascalon ?

>>48481767
>>48481794
She really doesnt like Wilhelm.

Bet she still enjoyed that bedding though.

>>48481803
That was the original plan, but now I'm not sure. We'll see when/if we get there.

>>48481811
>She really doesnt like Wilhelm.
That's an understatement.

>Bet she still enjoyed that bedding though.
That's also an understatement.

>>48481841

Love you HF

>>48481841
Does she know that Solomon has settled down and is married with kids ?

Also does the three girls ever talk about Wilhelm or their journey ?

>>48481905
>Does she know that Solomon has settled down and is married with kids ?
No, she doesn't, and she'll be upset if she finds out.

>Also does the three girls ever talk about Wilhelm or their journey ?
Sometimes, but not often. They've got more contemporary things to bond over.

>>48481905
>Wilhelm fucked me and ruined my life. Not at the same time though.
>Wilhelm fucked me and gave me a bastard child.
>Wilhelm just kinda fucked me and then nothing really came of it.

>>48481932
>No, she doesn't, and she'll be upset if she finds out.


Oh hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Its the exactly the reason why he broke up with her.

>>48481932
We should meet up with them with Chiri then we can have a concubine gathering!

>>48481944

>gerard goes back home after all this

>"Oh there was a challenged issued in the name of christ and this big black fellow came out from Lord Wilhelm's camp. Solo something, I think his name was. And he just toyed with the saracen knight like he was nothing, i've never seen anything like it. The children he sires with his wife back in ramla are going to be superior stock."

>>48481932
>No, she doesn't, and she'll be upset if she finds out.

Is she still fucking hung up on him?

>>48481997
She broke her holy vows and became an outcast because of him. Not hard to understand she may be bitter.

>>48481997

she was prepared to give up everything she had to him and he still left.

then he goes and marries this slut tramp of an apprentice-nun who ran away from the church, at the drop of a hat.

Yes, she mad.

>>48481997
Pretty much what this guy said:>>48482001
Add to the fact she was willing to be his woman despite the disgrace and he said 'no' and that's just adding rejection to her disgrace.

FWIW Solomon said 'no' because he knew she'd demand he be faithful or she would cause all kinds of hell. Etain isn't as demanding, as the Irish were still somewhat polygamous at this time.