Commonfolk of Jaffa had come out to greet you. Some threw garlands for your troops, and a cheer went up when they heard the news. The Christian dead had been avenged, and the Moselmen responsible put to the sword. Some had lost relatives in Jaffa, though most the dead were foreign travelers. Count Hugh had done much to try and secure the common followed paths of the Holy Land, but it will never truly be secure until Ascalon was taken.

Or so you thought, and would say in any council to drum up support for your own ambition.

Count Hugh waited to give you greetings at the walls of his hold, his court presented. You recognised Sir Barisan, as well as Hugh's sister and aged wife. It seems his planned annulment had not yet been approved. Your own sister, Mathilde, was there as well. Standing besides Count Hugh. She had assembled a crown of flowers that adorned her head, little purple things that stood against her black velvet hair.

You drew off you helm, the impressive lion snarled piece that was quick becoming famous in these lands, and dismounted.

Sabeen brings Abu Bakr forward, handling him roughly with kicks and shoves.

> my prisoner, Abu Bakr Bakrid
> your prisoner, Abu Bakr Bakrid

>>40337452
> your prisoner, Abu Bakr Bakrid

Sabeen caught him so he is hers.

>>40337452
Any loot ?

>>40337452
>> my prisoner, Abu Bakr Bakrid

My prisoner

>>40337452
>> your prisoner, Abu Bakr Bakrid
credit where it's due

No matter what we pick we should make sure he stays in Jaffa. Dont want him and the Caliph's cousin anywhere near eachother

>>40337452
>> my prisoner, Abu Bakr Bakrid

WE NEED THE INTEL FOR ASCALON

>>40337504
Good point.

Roll 1d100

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>40337531

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>40337531

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>40337531

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>40337531

>>40337542
>>40337551
>>40337552
>>40337553

So its going to be one of those threads....

>>40337542
3 bows
1 sword
1 rouncey
3 gambesons

And 12 pfennings.

The bulk of the loot went to Malik and his men.

>>40337569
Put it in the stockpile to equip our men at arms

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>40337578
Man we are going to have some seriously heavy Infantry come ascalon

>>40337578
Dont worry I cleared my cache

>>40337452
>> my prisoner, Abu Bakr Bakrid

Need intel but make sure we keep him in Jaffa

>>40337452
> my prisoner, Abu Bakr Bakrid
Damn you HF I need sleep but your quest is a siren calling me to participate.

We could give Sabeen the rouncey as compensation ?

>>40337696
for what? Sabeen is in our employ by Proxy she had the chance to fight & she proved herself and got the glory for it, We rode out and caught ourselves a nice little Saracen not hugh.

"My prisoner," you said, as Sabeen kicked the bandit into the dirt before Count Hugh. Your lord cocked his head at your words. "Abu Bakr Bakrid. A knight of Ascalon. The home of the murderous band he led."

"And acting under whose orders?" Count Hugh asked, squatting beside the prone, shackled Muslim. Abu Bakr spat some obscenity back at your lord. A less generous spirit would have struck him for it, but your lord kept his good demeanour. Instead he straightened, drew forth a cloth and wiped the spittle from his chin. Then looked to you.

"As he is your prisoner, it is your judgement that must be passed. How shall this bold cavalier of Egypt be punished? A simple drop from a rope, or would you have him broken on the wheel? Surely the people demand his blood."

He looked to his people gathered and spread out his hands to ask their opinion.

"The Wheel!" some called, but most demanded - "The Rope! The Rope! The Rope!"

They bayed for it, women and children alongside the men. Even his men-at-arms slipped their discipline and joined in the demands.

Hugh looked to you with raised brows.

You looked to the crowd and their fury and felt a pang of worry. Never had you seen such a furious mob. They might just rush forward and seize the man himself.

> The Rope
> The Wheel
> Nothing, for now. He is a prisoner that needs to be questioned

>>40337732
> Nothing, for now. He is a prisoner that needs to be questioned

>>40337732
> Nothing, for now. He is a prisoner that needs to be questioned

>>40337732
>his hands & feets so he may never harm a christian soul again
>for now. He is a prisoner that needs to be questioned

>>40337732
>Put him in stockade in town, all he has to be is alive to be questioned.

>>40337732
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLCj6TmFCmo

But backing >>40337766

>>40337766
>>40337732
This with promise of rope

Or how about we wait with all of that intill after he has talked ?


He will be more willing to share if he thinks there is a way out.

Sorry quick break.

>>40337766
Should we not first remove his sword hand?

We need something to threaten removal with so as to proceed with torture.

>>40337972
fair point but I don't think the mob would stand for it.

>>40337972
>>40338021

Make a show of it.

Saw off his sword hand infront of the crowd with a rusty kitchen knife.

Make him scream.

Tell the crowd we'll remove the other hand next week, same time, same channel.

The onus is on then him to make a good case why we should not hold the next session.

>>40338044
>rusty

it's like you want him to die
use a blunt one

>>40338076
Fear not, we'll just apply a hot iron to the wound to kill all infections.

You look to the crowd and then to Hugh. It would be very easy to give the people what they wanted. And it would be justice done. But Abu Bakr still had a use.

"He is a prisoner for now," you said, "Justice will wait for another day."

The crowd let their disapproval be known. Loud boos of dissent, and curses thrown at you. Sabeen took a step between you and the crowd, hand to sword-hilt. Hugo did much the same. A rotten fruit came from the crowd, exploding across your shins. Perhaps it was meant for you. Perhaps for your prisoner. But you saw the red faced fisher women and knot-faced men in the crowd shaking fists as they swore.

They wanted the Muslim's head. They wanted their sons and daughters avenged.

"Justice!" you said, holding a hand palm out toward the mob, "Justice will be done! The criminal will pay for his crimes, but not here, and not now!"

It wasn't what the crowd wanted to hear.

> damn the crowd, get your prisoner into the safety of the keep
> try to placate the crowd
> write-in

>>40338094
> write-in
see >>40338044 and >>40337972

>>40338094
>> write-in
Give them their pound of meat.

Remov Kebab Sword Hand.

>>40338094
> damn the crowd, get your prisoner into the safety of the keep
> try to placate the crowd

>>40338094
I'm with >>40338118

I am unsure what to do. But removing his hand might reassure them that he will meet justice.

>>40338112
backing

You grit your teeth and motion for Sabeen and Hugo to pull your prisoner up onto his knees.

"You want this man punished?" you asked. You drew your Damascus steel blade, held it aloft to catch the sun rays. A pleasured gasp went up from the crowd as they marveled at the sword, its straight blade a watery shimmer to the eyes.

You looked to your prisoner. Bearded and brown, he looked up at you with the fear of death in his eyes. He gritted his teeth, his chest heaved as he tried to master his fear.

The sword fell. The man did not scream at first. He just gave a terrible shudder, and collapsed against the arms of your companions. His right hand fell onto the road, blood gushing out as fingers twitched a moment before resting still. Abu Bakr was pale faced and unconcious. His right arm a bleeding stump.

You called up Mohmed to see to the man quickly while you took up the severed hand.

You held it aloft in your left, sword held in the right. Not a smear of blood was on the blade, so smoothly and fast had it cut.

"Never again will this man strike at a Christian!" you said, "Today it is his hand, and soon the other. For every Christian soul he has tormented he shall be struck by my sword, until God sees fit to end his mortal suffering."

You threw the hand to the crowd and saw multiple fish wives dive for it. They fought over the gruesome token in the dirt.

"And when his mortal suffering ends, his eternal suffering shall begin."

You say that last as you sheathe your sword. The crowd cheers for you, and then for the ox-armed woman that holds up the severed hand, won from her competitors in a rough scrum, nose bloodied but grinning.

You turned your back to them to face Count Hugh and the court. Many nodded approvingly. Hugh merely watched, a long considering look upon his usually expressive face.

"Food awaits my champions," Hugh said, offering Malik's band the open gates. You walked in with them, and Hugh paused you with a hand to the elbow. "I think you should be on the road by the morrow Lord Wilhelm, Ramla needs its lord."

You frowned at that. Hugh was not one for guarded words. Perhaps something in your manner had left him feeling slighted.

When he releases you, you find yourself in the hall set for feasting. Tables for the common men-at-arms and others for the nobility. There wasn't a trace of pig meat to be seen, and mostly water or a flavourful cordial was being served. To accommodate the Muslims.

Hugh did not tarry. He went straight for private chambers and kept them tight shut behind him. You looked about the hall, filled with soldiers but empty for its host. Many were already setting to eat, not waiting for any invitation or for the accompaniment of music.

Hugo dropped half a pitcher of water down his throat, wiped his mouth and passed it to Sabeen. They leaned against the far wall, keeping a companionable silence.

Sir Etienne hailed for you to sit with him. He had taken company with Sir Hector and your uncle Sir Hermann - who had been making much of Count Hugh's hospitality in your week long absence.

You saw also the women, who kept their own table. Hugh's sister Aines spoke with your own sister, with another number of women. Your sister was very studiously ignoring you.

> join Sir Etienne
> go speak with Mathilde
> go see Hugo and Sabeen
> perhaps find some other companion to feast with

>>40338297
glorious Damascus steel blade

too op, nerf pls.

>>40338315
>> join Sir Etienne

Perhaps the display was a tad barbaric.

>>40338315
>> perhaps find some other companion to feast with

Either go talk to Hugh. See what his problem is.

Otherwise Uncle Hermann and Sir Hector. Want to hear any news from Germany, Uncle seemed he did want to talk to us in the last thread and ask Sir Hector why he is with us and if he wants to serve us

>>40338315
>> perhaps find some other companion to feast with

Hugh his words demand we enquire

>>40338315
> join Sir Etienne

>>40338335
backing this

>>40338315
>> join Sir Etienne
From where did these new knights come?

>>40338335
>Either go talk to Hugh. See what his problem is.
Could be many things, most Wilhelm related.

>>40338379
Should probably give him some space then

>>40338315
> join Sir Etienne

>>40338379
Sir ''Hector'' & Sir Hermann came from Germany with our dear Sister

You go to sit with Sir Etienne. Food is brought to you by a serving woman, and wine as well. You sit square across from your knightly retainer, who pecks at a plate of cheese.

"Well worth the riding," he said through a mouthful. You nodded as you took a sip of wine. "Fighting the Saracen was the reason I came to these lands," he said, then taking a drink of water. "Better to put spear against them than a Christian brother. All to the good to be rid one more heathen."

You couldn't disagree. It was good to put your arms to a good cause, protecting the pilgrim roads. Still you were aware of the heathens around you. That had ridden with you against these butchers. It wasn't a game of mere heathen against Christian, and Sir Etienne's words spoke to you of the butchery done on the capture of Jerusalem so many decades ago. So thick the blood had run that the Pope himself had called them butchers.

But you offered no rebuke. Your mind was on the unknown offence you must have caused Count Hugh to risk offending one of your few noble born companions.

Your attention instead turned to the other knights at his table. 'Sir' Hector and Sir Hermann.

Your uncle seemed well into the feasting. Attacking his plate and goblet as if he was one of the victorious returned. You had not seen your so-called uncle in some time. Last you had heard he was still a nuisance in the arch-bishop's court, lusting after other men's women and providing no service to anyone of merit.

Why your father kept oaths of brotherhood with this man was beyond you.

The dour young man had rode with you against Bakr. He had done well. Still though, there was something in his nature you did not trust. His claim to knighthood perhaps. Or maybe the way his gaze would drift over to where your sister was seated.

> scrutinize Sir Hector's background
> speak with your 'uncle'
> write-in

> scrutinize Sir Hector's background>>40338514

>>40338514
>Or maybe the way his gaze would drift over to where your sister was seated.

> scrutinize Sir Hector's background

Damn right we are gonna pry into his background!

>>40338514
>> scrutinize Sir Hector's background

>>40338514
> speak with your 'uncle' a little
Primarily though
> scrutinize Sir Hector's background

could he be Welf 2.0?

>>40338514
>Or maybe the way his gaze would drift over to where your sister was seated.


I swear, if he tries anything he will be castrated

>>40338514
>> scrutinize Sir Hector's background

>>40338570
More like Wilhelm Lite.

Should we later retire early to speak with sir hugh?

>>40338580
Why not older Hugo?

>>40338589
Because he is a dark tall handsome german who seems to have a crush on someone who is higher on the social ladder than him ?

>>40338601
Didn't think of that actually. Was thinking more BARD KNIGHT.

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>>40338601
Kill it before it spreads

>>40338626
Who does he think he is?! Think a lowly knight such as himself can just waltz in with a handsome smile and a strong sword arm and just pick up a noblegirl?!

>>40338673
Nigga you want to be Fulk'd?

"I owe you a debt Sir Hector," you said, pouring the man a cup of wine, "For escorting my sister so far. She can be a handful."

"And a half," Hector said, taking the goblet. He paused before drinking, thinking he might have misspoken and leveled insult against your sister. "That is to say, she is a willful girl. Very spirited." He drank.

Sir Hermann laughed, nudging his companion. "She merely awaits a steady hand. Like a proud mare, she must be broken for the saddle." Your uncle did not care much about causing offence. Few who had watched a babe of six shit its britches cared much when that babe was full grown. Still, you had a thought to strike him. You stayed your hand.

"God help whoever my father has picked for her," you said, glancing to the women's table. Sir Hector considered the bottom of his wine cup at that. She was as thick as thieves with Lady Aines, occasionally shooting side-eyed looks towards your table. There was a lot about this you didn't like.

You gave Sir Hector a smile. "You say you are from Saxony?" you asked.

He nodded, but with hesitation.

"How goes its duke? Last I heard he quarreled with the emperor."

Sir Hector shrugged. "Whatever bad blood lay between them is settled, as far as I know."

Ah. 'Sir' Hector was not a knight indeed, nor likely from Saxony. Lothair was duke of Saxony and emperor in one. Your immediate instinct was to declare the man a fraud. It was a crime to impersonate a knight. He would be lucky to be harshly flogged. You could as easily have him executed.

Of course he had fought well. He had defended your sister's virtue the breadth of Europe and delivered her safely to your custody. But while doing so he had broken sacred laws of office and society.

You smiled and drank your wine. What to do?

> say nothing
> declare Sir Hector false

>>40338686
>> say nothing

We should confront him privately, ourselves.

>>40338686
>> say nothing

Do it under more private locals. Right now, continue to pry information from him

>>40338686
> Other
Ask a word of him in private. We know his game, we respect his deeds, but we must know his angle.

>>40338686
> say nothing

>>40338686
> say nothing

>>40338686
>> declare Sir Hector false

>>40338686
> say nothing
And play chess with him. Man needs a more convincing lie.

>>40338732
Lol wut

>>40338713
This really we ain't no fulk

You kept the knowledge to yourself, and instead allowed the lie to carry. You would need to speak with him in private. The man was competent at arms. He could be off use rather than merely branded as a criminal or hanged from a tree. And perhaps you could also advice him on more suitable targets for his affection, rather than your hellcat of a sister. Hopefully you could steer that ship from those rocks before it was too late and became something from a saccharine ballad.

"What brought you to the Holy Land?" you asked him.

He leaned upon his palm. "I'm not sure. When I set off I thought my path certain. I would join a knightly order. Dedicate myself to protect the holy land under holy vows. But now..." His troubled brow lowered and instead of further talk he busied himself with his plate.

You tipped back the last of your drink and ate heartily.

Jokes were flung about the room at every fellow, no man was spared by station.

Soon a dance was called for, and musicians set up for it.

The women waited within their own circle, eyes for the men who began to stand. Some bold man-at-arms did not wait and instead simply grabbed a passing serving girl to spin into a dance, damning convention. You admired his spirit.

> approach a woman to dance (nominate)
> keep your seat

>>40338770
Yeah, I was thinking this round about business will bite us in the ass. Let's just get him alone and put it on the table.

>>40338791
> approach a woman to dance (nominate)

Chiri! Lets make sex look like church

>>40338791
> approach a woman to dance (nominate)

Our sister if it's not of queerness

>>40338804
>Our sister if it's not of queerness

It very much is anon.

>>40338791
> approach a woman to dance (nominate)

Either Chiri or Aines.

>>40338791
> approach a woman to dance (nominate) Charizard

Sorry guys, got to make dinner. Be back soon.

>>40338791
>> keep your seat

>>40338839
Really what is your timezone mate?

>>40338808
> keep your seat
well then guess we'll keep our seat, while keeping an eye on our sister.

>>40338848
Relax anon. Its just a dance. Pick a girl to your liking and have a bit of fun.

>>40338846
ausfag so it's around 5:30-6

>>40338791
> keep your seat
Let's see who we must rescue from their partner

>>40338848
Oh, I bet you would like to be keeping an eye on our sister

>>40338791
> approach a woman to dance (nominate)

Split between Chiri and Hugh's sister.

>>40338855
That is a very roundabout way of doing it. Why not just pick a girl ?

Hey, if we're nice to Hugh's sister, that could influence his demeanor towards us maybe

>>40338874
She got soften him up a bit for us. He has a weak spot for her.

>>40338791
> approach a woman to dance (Aines)

>>40338874
Thats just raising her hopes and dashing it. Not that nice.

>>40338893
Relax, we're just aiming to be good friends, like with that other girl

>>40338853
Ahh was wondering about that. Thanks mate.

>>40338865
Von Habsburg pls

>>40338804
Secondng

>>40338897
>Other girl
>OTHER GIRL

WAT!?

>>40338893
Anon. Its a dance. Not a declaration of love and forever faithfullness

>>40338909
Y'know, the one that looked like a boy

>>40338800
Excuse me, could you change your vote to Aines? Dancing with her might prove really useful to us in the long-term.

>>40338800
>>40338928
>>40338791

Eh sure. I could really go either way.

Should probably also prod Aines for what her and Sister talked about

>>40338839
One of these days in CQ you oughta have a Road Warrior/Fury Road horse and cart chase

>>40339066

WITNESS ME. DEUS VULLTTTTTT

How bloody long does dinner take?

oh god the assassins got him didn't they?

>>40339230
Raymond!!!!!

>>40339242
Will still go a few years before they get him

>>40339230
Maybe his girlfriend is giving him dessert with her as the plate

>>40339248
No calling him up to kill them back. Or accusing him of doing the deed himself.

That took a lot longer than I thought it would. Really sorry. Writing now. Hopefully there are still people around.

>>40339405
No. Saracens took us all and forced us into Zengi's harem

>>40339405
Nope assassins killed everyone. Even me. Ignore this post. Assassins are not after you.

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>>40339442
I agree with this man. Just carry on

>>40339405
Oh god thank god assassins didn't get you

OP ded, as is the dancing

You decide to dance with Lady Aines. When last you saw her you had noted her a graceful dancer, and she accepted your offered hand with a dip of her head. Curly brown hair maned a lovely pale face, clean save a black mole beneath her right eye. When her smile spread across the face you noted again the slight gap in her front teeth.

"M'lord," she said, her voice a breathy tickle on your ear.

She allowed you to lead her to the dance floor.

Others took partners. One of Malik's men had Maggie by the wrist, and a man-at-arms was bold enough to approach your sister, but not bold enough to face her mocking laughter - from which he retreated in embarrassment. Malik sat out as was his habit, spurning dancing as a sinful indulgence.

Your sister turned aside the squire Jacques and the younger brother of Sir Barisan. Orlando was also turned aside with a yawn. None seemed good enough to her. Finally she permitted Sir Etienne to accompany her through a dance.

But you were concerned with the woman in front of you. She was light on her feet. You were considered something of a skillful dancer, and she matched your step smoothly. Both of you easily finding and keeping to the rhythm of the music. It would not shock you if she proved to have some skill at the harp or other instrument, the way she kept to the tempo.

"Why its wonderful," she said.

"What is so wonderful to invite remark?" you replied.

She looked up at you, scarcely up to your chest. "Why you are my lord. You are quite a dancer."

"I was thinking much the same of you my lady," you replied, pulling her a little closer. She was a pretty handful. "Though I think such basic facts do not warrant any remark."

"Hmm," she ran a palm along your shoulder, "Well, it saddens me that you think me unremarkable."

"To make remarks of your remarkability would be to make mention of the heat of the Jerusalem sun. That is, t'would be redundant. Enough to say 'you are Lady Aines of Jaffa'. Men will understand with nothing further need mentioned."

"Flatterer," she pulled out for a graceful spin before coming back close again. Very close. Her chest pressed to yours. "They warned me of that tongue of yours." Your hand found the small of her back. Excitement shone in her eyes. "You are a man of distinct reputation. Or rather of contrasting deeds. Good and bad. Good, a defender of Jerusalem and noble in action. Bad. A seducer of women and bedder of virgins."

You shrugged. "Gossip will be made," you said.

Her eyes narrowed, still bright. "Oh but to make a little gossip, and perhaps to find out if there is truth in rumour."

It was not your intention to seduce Lady Aines. It was not your fault your reputation in such things proceeded you. But frankly you did not entirely mind.

"What would your brother think?" you asked, bringing to mind Count Hugh and his strange reaction to your return.

"He thinks much of you, on some matters," she replied, "He likes you. That's true." She drew away with a cocked head, much like her brother, taken by a thought. "I think that he likes you, but also has some jealousy toward you as well. You are his subordinate yet your reputation grows with every turn you take. I think he fears you will eclipse him."

That...was not a foolish thing for Hugh to fear. Your plans and ambition went far beyond the keep of Ramla. Beyond even the walls of Ascalon. To speak on what you wanted would have you branded mad, but you could not deny it yourself. You wanted far more than a count of Jerusalem could ever offer.

You said none of this to Aines, you continued to dance, and felt her heat against you with every suggested press of her body. You thought that how she danced so well, how well she might do other things. A bad idea considering her brother.

Your eyes wandered to where Mathilde was dancing upon the shoes of Sir Etienne, led through the dance like a little girl guided by her father. He seemed to enjoy her company, and you saw no lust in his eyes. Maggie danced with a different Saracen man, and cast looks over to Hugo. Your brother just glowered in the corner, dark glares for his half-sister. Sabeen waited with him. They did not speak.

Uncle Hermann tried to pull Chihirizahd into a dance, but she laughed and batted him away, finding rescue beside Hector the false knight, who kept her company upon his lap, making him red across the face, even as she teased him with a swish of fingers across his hair. When she looked up it was to you with a heavy pout, inviting your attention. But that pout changed into a smile. Just a small flirtation and reassurance.

When Hermann gave up he went and pestered a serving girl, who deferred to his rank and was dragged into his embrace. Much to the mockery of her fellow servants.

It seemed the mood was bright and lively, but there was a shadow on the feast unspoken. The host's absence was noted.
> continue to dance with Lady Aines
> switch partners (nominate)
> finish dancing for the day

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>>40339622
Hey hey Hugh you jelly?

>>40339622
> continue to dance with Lady Aines

We need to bed Aines. It is our duty as BARD Knight. Also tell Hugo to grab a girl and start dancing. No ones likes a gloomer.

>>40339641
> switch partners (nominate) Chiri for a bit. Then Aines again.

>>40339641
well should we hide the Idea of us seriously marrying Lovetta, or lay our ambition naked in front of Hugh?

>>40339641
> switch partners (Hugo)

>>40339651
that could lead to a shotgun marriage of the worst kind, one that we may not be able to wriggle out of thanks to the fact Hugh is out Sovereign lord.

>>40339665
We just need to be discret

>>40339641
I would prefer to continue dancing with Aines. But we could take Chiri for a quick spin

>>40339668
Then be discreet and SHUDDUP

>>40339668
and if she tells him, or even worse this dance itself is something of a Honeytrap to stiffle us?

>>40339641
> switch partners Chiri

>>40339641
> switch partners (nominate)
Chiri or dear sister

>>40339685
How would a dance be a honeytrap ? Besides. We are a Bard Knight. We knew this path wouldnt be easy. But out there, there are noblewomen who has not been bedded and that can simply not be!

>>40339641
> switch partners (nominate)
Mathilde, because gossip. And Etienne will get the chance to socialize with Aines.

>>40339641
>Switch partners (Mathilde)
>Switch players (Mathilde)

>>40339641
> continue to dance with Lady Aines

>>40339700
I'm down for visiting Jerusalem, updating on our situation and Lucca, then try to get through the queen onto Iovetta

>>40339641
> switch partners (Chiri)

Screw it this smells too dangerous and Hugh may look on us already as a Rival of sorts

>>40339700
Not the dance itself but the rather open invitation to a bedding itself may be the trap, I'm all for Barding, but our ambition should not be put at risk for it.

>>40339723
Oh God. Instead of the civil war being between Hugh and Fulk it is going to be between us and Hugh

>>40339641
> continue to dance with Lady Aines
or
> switch partners Chiri

>>40339735
If it's between us and Hugh we are ROYALLY ROYALLY Screwed hugh can certainly raise 100 times our men.

>>40339756
Well. It aint gonna happen any time soon. So we would have time to rise in the ranks. Also i believe during the plotting against Fulk he mentioned he had around 800-1000 men

>>40339756
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B8dPaTuzMAo

Once we're done dancing, we should make a toast to Count Hugh, for we would never have gotten where we are without his help.

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>>40339820
we best clear those caches then

You bow before Aines hand and release her into the custody of a bold young man-at-arms. She gives you a smile and a bat of the eye as the man twirls her away. You cross the yard to Chihirizahd. Sir Hector gratefully allows you to take her, shifting uncomfortable as she rises from his lap.

"Thank you for protecting me sir knight," she said, gracing him with a light kiss upon the ear.

"Enough teasing," you say, wrestling her onto the dance floor. She laughs in your arms and when she turns in them you pull her quickly into the next dance.

As you dance with your slave girl you note other partners switched. Sabeen was on the floor with one of Malik's men, and Maggie was now dancing with Sir Etienne.

Your sister stood before Hugo. "Well?" you heard her ask as you hovered close to listen, "Shall you be a dark cloud upon everyone else's good time?" She had hands on hips and an expression that was combative. And then she did something you thought unexpected. She offered Hugo her hand. "Come and dance. Have a little fun for once."

You near tripped on Chihirizahd's feet in shock. Hugo looked at the hand, face bright red. He stared long enough that soon Mathilde was red in the face as well.

Chihirizahd whispered in your ear. "Your sister is a strange girl," she said, "While you were gone she fretted for you, and fretted for your squire as well - though she masked that care with cursing. Do you think she loves him?"

"He is her brother, no matter what she says," you replied.

"Oh but is it a sisterly love?" she pondered. That left a troubled flutter in your gut. She smiled at the look of shock on your face. "I forget that you are Christian," she said, and kissed you lightly on the cheek, "I shall tell you a story some time. Of the ancient princes of Persia, who bedded sister to brother and thought it holy." You felt a shudder in your loins.

"Pagan degeneracy," you stated, suddenly gone cold. You eyed your brother and sister. Chihirizahd misjudged them. There was nothing of that sort found in Christian lands.

Well, maybe in Britain.

You smiled when Hugo took Mathilde's offered hand at last, and was dragged to dance. Much to the amusement of the other women, some who had already tried coaxing Hugo onto the dance floor. It was nothing as she had thought.

The dance came to an end. Chihirizahd pressed against your chest, acting breathless but in fact energized for more. She looked to the muscicians with disappointment as they packed their instruments away.

"What next Lord Ramla?" Sir Etienne called, arm around Maggie's shoulder and panting.

"A toast!" one soldier called, and the cry was carried up. Aines applauded the idea. She stood with Sabeen, the two girls old friends.

You were given a drinking horn by a servant.

> To Count Hugh
> To Malik
> To Jerusalem
> To Beautiful women
> write-in

>>40339878
>> To Count Hugh

>>40339878
> To Count Hugh

He is as wise and brave as he is generous!

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>>40339868
>"Oh but is it a sisterly love?" she pondered. That left a troubled flutter in your gut. She smiled at the look of shock on your face. "I forget that you are Christian," she said, and kissed you lightly on the cheek, "I shall tell you a story some time. Of the ancient princes of Persia, who bedded sister to brother and thought it holy." You felt a shudder in your loins.

>>40339878
>To Count Hugh

>>40339878
>Well, maybe in Britain.
Kek

> To Count Hugh & Jerusalem

>>40339878
> To Count Hugh and the Queen

>>40339878
> To Count Hugh

>>40339878
>To Malik
He's been a good friend, and did a lot of the work in bringing justice to those butchers.

You lift the horn.

"To our host and liege lord, Count Hugh! As good a friend and as honest a master as any man could hope for!" you tip back your head and tipped the wine down your throat.

"Here here!" was the response made as others drank to Count Hugh.

The crowd began to clear. You handed the empty horn off to a servant. Some planned to go drinking in the town itself, while others retiredfor the day. You were left with a choice. Many of your men-at-arms were keen for you to join them in what promised to be a full night of drink and wenching, but you were on the road tomorrow.

> accompany the men going out carousing
> retire for the night

>>40339973
> retire for the night

Maybe talk with "Sir" Hector now ?

Make sure to have Etienne and whoever might be here nearby in case of trouble

>>40339973
> retire for the night. Time to be a Lord. Tell them not to drink too much we leave for home on the morrow.

>>40339973
>> retire for the night

Time for talk with our not-knight

>>40339973
> accompany the men going out carousing
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QbUVzhP9rBI

TIME TO GET DRUNK OFF OUR ASS

>>40339973
> retire for the night

Talk to Hugh or prehaps Hector before we sleep

>>40339973
>> retire for the night
Time to get the gossip out of Mathilde

You see your men off with a wave, even though the group is not just men. Sabeen and Maggie departed in their company.

"Keep them in line, Sabeen, let's not have any left in the stocks when we depart tomorrow," you said as she herded the men out the gates.

She laughed. "I'll try, but don't bet against me being the one in the stocks tomorrow." That brought a cheer from the men. That had her standing tall and pointing. "I'll match anyone of you Franks drink for drink!"

They left in a bubbling huddle, eager to relieve their tensions upon the usually quiet little port town.

As you crossed the courtyard you came across your sister, and with her Hector. They had not come together, this was but a chance crossing of paths. You could see that in the awkward position of Hector's shoulders. Neither spied you watching.

"Well," she said.

"Well," he replied. They stood at crossrods, blocking their mutual paths.

They looked to one another under the early moon night. It was a moment before Hector next spoke, his voice low.

"I expect you will be on to Ramla with your brother," he said.

"Indeed," she replied, "And you?"

He rubbed his hair. "I thought to join Count Hugh's service. If he'll have me."

"Ah," Mathilde swept a bolt of hair from her shoulder. She remained silent for some time, the moonlight adding a glow to her skin. Hector watched her. "Well then I expect tomorrow shall be farewell." She said the words so matter of factly.

He looked at her for a long yawning moment. And then he nodded.

"Yes. Farewell," he said, and walked away.

Mathilde looked like she very well might cry as she looked to his retreating back.

> go to Mathilde
> follow 'sir' Hector
> write-in

>>40340142
>> follow 'sir' Hector

Not only does he lie about being a knight and from saxony, he also dare "seducing" our sister!

>>40340142
> follow 'sir' Hector Good "Sir" please a moment of time.

>>40340142
> follow 'sir' Hector

Oh no you don't you little shit, we have use of you

>>40340142
> go to Mathilde

>>40340142
> follow 'sir' Hector
sunnuva bitch poser making our sister cry

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>>40340147
>>40340153
>>40340167
>worry for sister
>follow the guy anyway
I fucking swear

>>40340142
>> follow 'sir' Hector

Who does this fucker think he is ? He lies and is intimate with our sister. Who is far above him in standing. Some upstart peasent ?

>>40340184
We are gonna put him in his place

>>40340184
She'll get over it

when she see's him with us tomorrow

>>40340198
Its like you want some low-born bastard fucking our sister. She is meant for a noble to secure an alliance or land.

Oh lordy. The irony people gettin pissed about being wilhelmed.

>>40340208
Anon. welcome to the 12th century. Its called double-standards

>>40340207
I'm more worried about Hugo fucking her

seriously we just need to make it clear that if he does he will be finished, but if he makes himself useful there just might be a happy ending for him someday.

seriously lets weaponize his love so we can make him our bitch

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>>40340218
Anon I know I'm just enjoying it. I have a pic for this occasion as well.

>>40340234
Hey, which would be worse, Hugo getting with Jacque or Mathilde in one drunken whirlwind?

>>40340198
Let him try under Hugh until Ascalon

>>40340197
Which is in Ramla, right?

>>40340234
Anon. That is just Chiri teasing us. Remember with the greek girl ?

>"I do not know why she disguises her sex, but she is no man. Does that disappoint you, did that excite you a little?" her dark eyes glittered, "The pretty Roman boy fawning over the big, manly German?"

>>40340238
Hugo getting potato, making the other potato jealous, making the stewardess mad.

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>>40340238
why not both

we spoony warrior god now

>>40340246
No. His head on a pike if he as much as look at her wrong.

>>40340245
for what purpose?

>>40340276
Informant.

>>40340276
So that we can blackmail him with the Duke of Saxony thing.

>>40340276
He can earn his own future there. His first plan was good too, once you're in an order, you'll get put to work.

>>40340279
and how would he pass us information?

why not just have uncle do it, he's likely got more experince & his loyalty is likely just as secure

>>40340298
Dont look at me. I just want him to understand that our sister is off-limit and threaten him with bodily harm as if he as much as make a pass at her.

>>40340318
I want him to take responsibility and become a knight already.

>>40340318
>>40340326

He can prove himself.

Also.

New Squire?

>>40340339
He is too old for that. And no. No matter how much he proves himself he aint gonna get our sister.

>>40340318
>>40340326
h-how lewd

>>40340339
this works I guess, he must have some skill we can use if he got our sister here in one piece.

>>40340339
I dunno. Let's take on one of the local Ramlan boys. Ooh, how about Piggy, the one that almost had a pet pig!

"Daniel," she choked the name. He paused. And then took another step.

Mathilde bolted away with tears bright in her eyes. No fool pretender was going to make your sister cry and answer in turn. You followed after the young upstart.

You followed him round a corner.

And you saw him standing, head pressed to the stone, body trembling and fists clenched at his side. His chest shook and out with it came a sob. His fist struck the stone wall and you winced. It left a bloody smear.

You step forward, enough to draw him from his inner turmoil.

"Who?" he demanded, quick flash to anger, hand to hilt. And his eyes widened, his hand dropped away. "Lord Ramla. I did not-"

"I saw you with my sister," you said, "Perhaps you should not drop that sword so quickly."

His eyes widened. He drew himself up to full height. "I have never been untoward with her. Not once has my behaviour been less or more than courteous. Lady Mathilde is a companion of the road, nothing more. If anything and with respect, she was an irritating one that I'm happy to see the last of."

He wasn't trying to convince you. He was trying to convince himself. Maybe he even believed it a little. So deep entrenched was his ability to lie his own heart was closed to him.

"You're in love with her," you stated it plainly. It was plain to see. Still your words staggered Hector back a step.

"My lord, I have never-" he said.

"Never?" you asked, "Never touched her, or never wanted her? Be truthful, for once in your life."

He looked dizzy, spun around like he'd been hit with a mace. He leaned on the wall. "In Italy there was a knight. Some fool who claimed a bridge. Challenged any that passed. He and I fought but ended up in the river. The other man drowned but I was fished out by Giacopo. She...she sat beside me. Called my name. God in heaven she wept it. And I..." he stared with eyes that saw the past, his mouth half open as tears streamed from his eyes.

"Daniel, that's your true name," you said. A Jew name if ever you'd heard one.

He nodded. He did not seem surprised. "God. You saw right through me the same as she did," he smiled the tired smile of the damned, "I am no true knight. I am a peasant and a Jew." He unbuckled his sword belt and let it drop, and looked to you with arms out stretched. "And you are right. I do love her. I have been in love with her since first we met. I love every bit of that brat. God damn me for the biggest fool in the world."

He looked to you. Awaited your judgement.

> arrest Daniel
> write-in

>>40340373
> arrest Daniel

A fucking Jewish peasent dare to seek our sister?!

>>40340373

HF, historically, what happens to jews in the middle east during those times? Whats the common baseline for actions?

>>40340379
C'mon man, don't be a dick.

>>40340373
> write-in
go find a life, it's the Holy Land, after all

>>40340390
They are called Christ-Killers. What you think ?

>>40340396
The man insults us by his actions. I think we have the right to be mad and bring him in. That is the law.

>>40340373
We've been surprisingly tolerant of Jews before. Among others. And we would probably be more worried about him and our sister than the proprieties of knighthood.

I say let him go join an order if he really wishes. Hell, we'll even vet the man. Better that he prove his worth in battle or die fighting the Saracen then risk him and our sis getting together.

>>40340364
>What you will do is come with me. Do not talk do not move from my side and most of all do not leave that sword there. Go find Mathilde and ask her version of events again with him out of sight. Grill her remorselessly.

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>>40340373
>> write-in

''prehaps you and I share more in common than I thought, there may be hope for that forlorn hope of your's if you wish for it''

>>40340373
>"Daniel, that's your true name," you said. A Jew name if ever you'd heard one.

Um.

https://archive.moe/tg/thread/34104261/#34104693

>You earned your knighthood through hunting down and bringing to justice the outlaw Daniel the Jew.

UM.

HELLO MY FORMER NEMESIS.

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>>40340373
> "Present your neck."
> Draw sword and...
> "Swear that you will not tell another lie lest your tongue be cut out!"
>"Return and make my sister an honest woman."

>>40340373
Goddamned peasants reaching towards forbidden fruit, then dismayed because, you know, they are fucking peasants and can't get everything.

Foolish for him to have fallen in love with a noble, worse yet to keep a farce, amusing himself a knight, with sword and horse at the side. And all this from a Jew, to boot.

>>40340424
Daniel seems quite the common name...we would've recognized him immediately if it was him.

>>40340429
I know, I'm just having fun.

>>40340390
>HF, historically, what happens to jews in the middle east during those times?
Rarely anything nice.

But it comes down to who the Jewish person's master was. Jews were usually treated as the direct subjects of the monarch, 'under their protection', but that wasn't always worth much. In Muslim cultures so long as they paid dhimmi they were usually treated as equal citizens.

A Jew fraternizing with a Christian would be lucky to avoid a hanging or being broken on the wheel and would most likely be mutilated, possibly castrated.

>>40340422
anon plz no trolling

>>40340405
I think we have the right to not bring him in if we don't feel that he's done wrong.

Besides, he won that Knighthood fair and square.

As much as we would look down on Jews, it's worth noting that a fire-worshipper like Chir would have been far, far below even the most vile Jew.

Then again, complex characters and whatnot.

>>40340440
Chiri isnt lusting for our sister.

Isn't our most trusted uncle a jew?

Just remember you have a lot of blackmail material here.

And just so you know if you're planning on going down that route, Wilhelm wouldn't trust Hermann to be a reliable informant. For good reason.

>>40340449
Well, yeah, but that's DIFFERENT for REASONS.

>>40340429
This guy is almost everything we are except his a Peasant and Jewish

I say ''convert'' him to the one true god and have him be our bitch and maybe if he's good he might be worthy of our sister, if not well he can always end up in a ditch or on trial for Murdering Hugh for reasons

>>40340449
Yes. But again. He isnt after our sister or lied about being a knight.

Tell him we will not turn him in or kill him if he promise to be our informant in Jaffa

>>40340444
Not openly, anyway.

>>40340449
No, the jew is our eldest retainer, with decades of service behind

>>40340373
>> write-in

Tell him that we will spare him if he works for us. Be our informant. If he doesnt. We will cut off his nose, ears, tongue. Carve out his eyes and cut off his hands so that he will never, smell, hear, kiss or look at our sister ever again

>>40340451
People who blackmail others are scummy. That's not our road to walk down.

>>40340470
but anon AMBITION!!!

we may never eclipse Hugh without an inside man

>>40340470
>People who blackmail others are scummy. That's not our road to walk down.


Have you met Wilhelm ? Wilhelm is not the honorable knight. He lies, cheat and steals. He fucks married women

>>40340461
Hey, hey, Hector's the one who lied about being a knight.

>>40340469
Jesus Christ, what hell did you come out of?

>delivering your sister to the first jew that comes around

>>40340478
No, Ambition isn't worth it if it will stomp on the hopes and dreams of those closest to us.

>>40340470
We want to become king of Alexandria. That is the Ambition. And we must do what we have to do in order for that to happen.

>>40340481
>Hey, hey, Hector's the one who lied about being a knight.

I know anon. Read again.

>>40340486
It's love, anon. We would be a big hypocrite if we denied them the chance to love.

>>40340498
We can't do cowardly things like blackmailing to achieve that, we have to be a Good King in order to be a Christian King.

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>>40340498
>king of Alexandria

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>>40340510
Robb. Please go, you are dead.

>>40340509
Yeah, not Daniel the Jew.

>>40340373
> write-in
"I have need of men of valor which in the pitch of battle you have shown without falsehood. I cannot allow a doomed romance with my own blood, but I can at least see to it that the man who my fool of a sister has fallen for is given opportunity to prove himself and perhaps one day earn the title of "sir" in earnest."

>>40340525
He needs to be a christian in order to become a knight anon.

>>40340510
>It's love, anon
Go find a quest with improper homosexual behavior between girls

>>40340522
Cao Cao's dead. I think you need to reevaluate what's acceptable and doable in this day and age.

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>>40340494
>Ambition isn't worth it if it will stomp on the hopes and dreams of those closest to us.
>Implying implications
>Implying we are stomping on hopes & dreams
>Implying we aren't just setting the standards so high that they'll actually be worthy of their hopes & dreams if they survive

>>40340510
Nigga this is a realistic setting that simply wont work unless we want to be dead like Robb fucking stark

>>40340521
>Not being King of Alexandria & the entire nile delta
>Not freeing Nubia from the yoke of the Heathen
>Not saving Jerusalem by proxy

>>40340534
He can renounce his faith and become baptized in the name of Christ. I believe that is what Franz did. Though he isn't a knight.

>>40340535
No, how about you go find a quest without love and play that?

>>40340373
>> write-in

Turn him into a spy

>>40340548
Game of Thrones isn't a realistic setting you burger

>>40340459
I would like this too.

I'd like to convert him and turn him into one of our own.

Let the lie become truth and it shall be.

>>40340548
shonenfag pls no DESIRE

>>40340548
Blackmailing is stomping on hopes and dreams and replacing them with your own.

Y'know what? I'd rather be like fictional Shu than historical Wei. Or rather, what all you think historical Wei is.

>>40340459
Yeah supporting using him. Get him to convert if possible if not eh, we could always find a use for him one way or another.

Also he would be a shit spy guys. We saw through him in an instant. He'll just tip our hand if we keep him around Hugh.

>>40340564
>Preaches moralfag route
>calls anon a Shonenfag

no anon you are the Shonenfag

>>40340571
It's not replacing them if they still have it as a hope & dream, all we're doing is attaching terms & conditions to it and hey if he can actually fulfill them we have a man who could be worthy of our sister one day

>>40340580
>Being Shu

absolutely disgusting

>>40340605
>It's not replacing them if they still have it as a hope & dream, all we're doing is attaching terms & conditions to it and hey if he can actually fulfill them we have a man who could be worthy of our sister one day

Intill we marry her off to Duke Of-Far-Away Land.

>>40340610
Nah, she's like a PC now, we'd never do that.

>>40340620
Then how are we going to get powerful allies or more land ?

>>40340610
If he doesn't become Duke of not so far away IE HRE

>>40340623
Have Wilhelm figure it out with his tongue and sword instead of what's between his sister's legs.

>>40340605
>>40340620
Remove idealist fascism

>>40340623
>>40340629
Isn't that for father to decide at the end, anyway?

Guys, marry her off to some noble is basic Crusader Kings. Remember what setting we are playing in.

>>40340633
>Isn't that for father to decide at the end, anyway?

Also this. But if we can find her a really good match we might be able to do it ourselves.

>>40340629
but thats one of the stock weapons in trade for the middle ages.

>>40340640
I don't play Crusader Kings tho?

>>40340633
>Idealist
>Using a jew ''knight'' to spy on possible rival by giving him the slimiest of slim chances that one day he'll be with his beloved

>>40340650
You marry off your sisters and daughters for other nobles so the big noble next door wont beat you up and if you two are powerful enough you beat up the big bad noble next door and take his land.

>>40340641
Ooh, we could trade in weapons, good idea, Anon!

Also, we're a no-name right now, marrying into a family would be us being in the shadow of that family.

Okay so I think the two leading write-ins essentially are:

> bind him to your service
> make him your informant in Hugh's court

Vote.

>>40340663
>> make him your informant in Hugh's court

If he survives we can bind him to our service later

>>40340663
> bind him to your service

>>40340655
Exactly, only a star-eyed madman would think it's a good idea

>>40340663
> bind him to your service

>>40340663
>> make him your informant in Hugh's court

WE can always take him into our service later

>>40340663
> bind him to your service

>>40340663
>go be a non-jew somewhere else

>>40340663
> bind him to your service

>>40340663
> make him your informant in Hugh's court

>>40340663
>> bind him to your service

>>40340684
Nah. He'll be dead within the month and probably blab about Wilhelm right before biting it.

>>40340706
Taking him to Ramla and he will fuck our sister before the week is out.

>>40340675
>>40340678
>>40340678
>>40340690
>>40340703
why bind him what skills does he exactly have to offer us?

>>40340706
Yeah, he's a terrible liar.

>>40340717
He's good in a fight, and that's all we need of him.

>>40340717
A horse

>>40340715
Our sister's smarter than that. She got all the way across Europe!

>>40340731
>He's good in a fight

[citation needed]
>Muh knight fight

for all we know that was pure luck

>>40340731
Yup. If he manages to kill someone of middling importance or a handful of fodder at Ascalon then he'll be worth the effort. So long as he isn't Welf'd by the dice gods anyway.

>>40340740
If he was lying about the knight fight, why would he tell the truth about his Jewdom?

If we are to bind him to our service remind him that if he as much as look at our sister wrong we will castate him.

>>40340715
At least it's better than Hugo!

>>40340740
We literally just rode into battle with him and commented how he actually handled himself fairly well.

>>40340663
>> bind him to your service

Look, I'm all in favor of letting our sister marry for true love, but not with a slimy weak-willed jew who tries (and fails) at cheating.

We're willing to offer him a chance to earn himself a legitimate knighthood and title under his name, but courting our sister is off. Can't have her going after the first shmuck that tries to act 'knightly' to her.

>>40340779
I'm mostly against pokemon syndrome any further

>>40340779
Hey, he can court our sister after he becomes a knight in our service. It's a prestigious title!

I can see it now! "The Wildcat Cavalry!"

>>40340791
I just want more sword arms for the huge battle we're trying to work for. Named characters are better for that considering they're ablative armor if Willie fucks up. Unless that changed.

>>40340799
Or he could marry some pretty commoner that befits his station ?

>>40340811
Nahh, we were in his situation at one point too.

He's a jew after a noble's daughter, and we were a landless knight after the princess.

>>40340811
Maybe he he'd be interested in some potatoes?

>>40340832
Aren't they catholic?

>>40340822
So ? Doesnt mean he can just waltz in and woo our sister.

Whatever or not we were/are in the same boat is irrelevant. This is the 12th Century.

>>40340799
wat

>>40340832
>Marrying the Potato's off

maybe if it's Etaine

>>40340838
Hey, we're brothers in spirit that way, and maybe in law should he prove his worth.

>>40340832
Anon he is a Jew. I repeat: A Jew. He is not going to marry a christian woman unless he wants his balls cut off.

>>40340852
He can switch religions if he really loves her. Or she can become Jewish. Father's away, and do we really care?

>>40340836
They're sluts. So yes. I wonder if Maggie is pregnant yet.

>>40340852
>Implying the Irish count as christian.

>>40340838
Maybe if he can distinguish himself and get himself some Titles and land

>>40340867
you clearly don't give a fuck anything

>>40340867
>Or she can become Jewish. Father's away, and do we really care?

what ? Are you out of your freaking mind ? She would become an outcast and our family would be humiliated. No one would ever want to work with us or take us seriously.

>>40340867
>not caring if Imouto becomes a filthy Imouto and abandons Christ & god

>>40340886
Sure they would, we have a bunch of guys with swords and armor, a town, possibly a castle-city, a betrothal to the Princess, and our brother is sworn to the Prince, and we're invested in the horse trade!

>>40340898
I care about her happiness most of all.

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>>40340918

You looked the jew up and down.

"You are a liar," you said, "An up jumped peasant. You are a criminal. But damned if you aren't a fighter. And I have need of fighters." You bend forward and pick up his scabbard encased sword. You thump it against his chest.

"Forget serving Hugh. The man despises Jews. If he discovers your deceit your death will be slow. Ride in my company, fight well, and you will be rewarded."

He gaped at you, taking the sword in hand.

"I do not care about a man's origin, his past deeds. I care about two things. Is he loyal, and can he fight. If he is both those things rewards are his for the taking. You've shown you can fight. The rest you have to earn."

"My lord," Daniel dropped to his knees.

"But know this. My sister is the sun to you, and no less obtainable. Try to reach for her and you will be burned. Am I understood?" Like Icarus fallen, you would see it was so.

Daniel bent his head. "Yes my lord." He held his sword up to you.

"Keep it, you'll need it," you said, throwing up the palm of your hand "There are battles to come. Now get on your feet Sir Hector. A German carries himself with more dignity."

He looked to you uncertain, Sir Hector once more. You may need to coach him a little so that mask does not slip. Either way you offer him a smile and a thump on the shoulder.

"You will do fine," you said, and he bowed once more before departing.

> Sir Hector joins your company

You return to your quarters. Chihirizahd has kept them tidy. A comfortable wide bed for you to share. For all Hugh's cold manner on your return, he did not neglect to offer you adequate hospitality. You strip off with her assistance, and sink into the soft mattress.

Chihirizahd was soon with you, stripped bare and lain across your chest. You enjoyed the view of her curves, one arm behind your head, the other enjoying the feel of them.

A knock came upon the door.

> have Chihirizahd answer
> do it yourself

>>40340909
Anon a lot of this is riding on Hypotheticals that need to work out.

>>40340918
It's likely her first crush, remember she's 13 if he's worthy he better be DAMN worthy

>>40340918
>>40340909

Christ. You guys will have us Stark'd faster than Ned and Robb put together.

>>40340942
> have Chihirizahd answer

>>40340942
>have Chihirizahd answer

>>40340942
>do it yourself
It's high time we started fighting off our own assassins instead of throwing our paramours at them.

>>40340942
>> do it yourself

>>40340942
>do it yourself

Take our sword just in case. We have had too many attempts on our life.

>>40340948
Still better than being a Lannister! Remember Anon, our soul's integrity is at stake with everything we do on this plane.

>>40340942
> do it yourself

Just to be safe, be ready for stabby implements to come out since we've had so many damn attempted murders to deal with these days.

>>40340942
>> do it yourself
Take a sword.

>>40340942
>> do it yourself
It is OUR room, they clearly mean to check on us

>>40340987
>better than being a Lannister!

Anon it's like you've forgotten we're the Lion of Koblenz!

>>40340987
Anon. You are bullshitting me right now, arent you ?

>>40341003
We're a cat of a different coat.