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Local Lord ID:1BsaHBqU Sat 31 Aug 2024 22:12:00 No.6093853 View View Report

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>>6093036
>>6093170

>>6093247
Of course, it will be easy. And you were the wisest one with an official and a real purpose, you are as crafty as Charles de Valois or Robert d'Artois. A master of intrigue.

>>6093299

>>6093310
KEK, we shall name his next horse "Tesla".

>>6093443
>>6093672

As you had predicted with your tactical genius you managed to keep your opponent at distance. She tried to advance to dodge each time at the last moment, you tried to cut her all opportunities of escape. Finally when she was against the corner of wall, since you were far taller and Elana did not even have the occasion to get you you told.

-It's over Elana, I have the high ground.

Her answer worried you.

-You underestimate my power...

And she tried to flip over you, yes, really like an acrobat, probably to stab you while flying, you only saw indian guelphs trying to do it so it surprised you, but as a reflex you tried to hit her here with your training sword while she flew. She emitted a cry of pain and fell harshly on the courtyard. And you immediately felt bad, feeling guilty that you hurt a woman. It was definitely unchivalric. You tried to see if she was well and she nodded.

-I will... Probably only have some bruises my lord... You.. You are very good with a sword and a shield, I didn't think...

-Elana, I am a knight, I am trained from birth.

She looked at you and answered in an annoyed tone.

-And what do you think my lord ? That I practised gardening and embroidery when I was a little girl ?

Ah, yes, reflecting on it she was trained too from a very young age. But still, she was a little girl, you were a man and of noble birth so she was at a disadvantage. But whatever. You laughed.

-I weight twice as much as you if you were all wet young lass, there is no shame in losing.

She nodded, explaining.

-Yes, I... I am sorry my lord. It was the frustration of defeat, I should not have talked in this tone to your lordship I..

-I do not blame you, try to not do it again simply.

You then let her recover and proceded to try to teach some good passes to Bob Denarius, you sometimes still wondered if keeping him was useful but the man was truely a talented bard, and bandit and fanatically devoted to you as a kind of "master of warfare", he could be useful.

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Local Lord ID:G4a+iYXH Mon 03 Oct 2022 02:17:49 No.5423078 View View Report

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>>5422789
>>5422791
>>5422822

I took the three first rolls and you have an average of 35,7 for a rulership value of 36 ! Congratulations !

>>5422831

Thank you good sir.

>>5422769
>>5422777

You looked at the peasants and talked, and the simple fact that you looked sternly at your subjects made them shiver and be uncomfortable. The guilt of trying to steal from you, and of not managing to catch two men made them look at their feet and they understood what was wrong. It was like this, by persuasion and charisma, that you wanted to rule your lands. You wanted to be a stern but just lord like your father. The peasants understood that they would have been rewarded if they caught the criminals, and that you had not to pay for their injuries, the guilty party were those damned "adventurers" and the small green skinned ghibelline.

Then there was the question of your pursuit of the bandits, whom you greatly suspected being Baron's Crook soldiers. Unfortunately the odds were not in your favour. You had infantry, they had cavalry, so they could avoid the battle in the plains that made the greater part of your lands. And in plains they would simply charge and destroy your men, spears or not. Your experience in warfare made you understand that infantry was worth nothing, it was simply composed of peasants or routiers and other mercenaries that were broken simply by seeing a wall of lances and bright cuirasses charging at them on powerful warhorses. They fled like sparrows against a charge and even if the Indian cavalry seemed to be far less formidable than your friends from the ban of Champagne you did not doubted that with numerical advantage they would win against your infantry. You quickly told your soldier to send a message to Bohémond and order him to bring back the men of Brother Louis and Captain Crumbling, they were outnumbered and might be destroyed by a charge. They must not pursue.

This decision broke your hearth, or it would have broken it if you would have been a southron weakling who showed his emotions to everyone and exaggerated them. But you were a knight from a langue d'oïl province and so you stayed stoic and canalised your emotions into a cold anger. The fact that you were attacked and could not punish those responsible with fire and sword was terribly frustrating. Your broken ankle did nothing to arrange this, fortunately you had only three days until it would be totally healed and you could walk again. Only the tender displays of affection of Lady Takable managed to appease you.

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