>>6347425>>6347432>>6347464Saint Denis preserve us, God wishes us to punish uppity commoners as
>>6347465 have said. Heh, one more proof that : 1 appealing to pagan gods is worthless, 2 : the only way to deal with uppity peasants is by beating them to restore our right and proper feudal society.
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The priestess rose from her table, her long blonde hair behind her. She raised her hands and explained.
-My children don't you see that the violence that you want to wage will only lead you to more and more violence ? I preach the words of Aeliryn and she opposes all violence. Listen to the voice of mercy in your hearths, to the voice of compassion. Truely, do you want to shed blood for a table in an inn ? Is it worthy of brave adventurers like you, or of noble knights ?
The demon answered her pointing at you. Clearly this spawn of Satan was abominable.
-You were with him when he threw me out ! He insulted me ! He threw me and my friends out and you said nothing.
She answered with her grandmotherly scolding tone.
-Do not presume such things, young tiefling ! I was against such extremities but Lord Charles de Villeroi is my liege lord and it would have been unbefitting to scold him in public. I can simply advise you to bring your complaint to a court. It is only a table, we will be gone in some days while you will be able to enjoy this inn as you wish.
She tried to smile but he told.
-What complaint will work once you will be gone in a few days ! I prefer...
You told him.
-Be silent, devil, you spoke enough ! Leave this place with your cutthroats, and the lady...
You looked at the beautiful blonde lady with some Guelph ancestry who was part of this troop of so called adventurers. You will not range a woman in the rank of cutthroats even if she had a bow. And you continued.
-And do not come back, and no harm will be done to you. Now begone, I want to enjoy my time.
The big saxon-orcadian strange lad answered rudely.
-Listen'up priestess... And you too, Lord of sumthin'... Me and my friends are three mid rank adventurers... And these lads are mercenaries... And we have been paid, so you better piss off before sum'thing bad happens...
He told, and telling it he pushed Pennicyllynn and moved towards you, she fell on the ground. She was of course a witch, and if you tolerated burning witches alive, you were very much against violence done in this way to women. You saw that the vile miscreant, while bigger and stronger than you, had no weapon, he feared perhaps to kill a nobleman. You could of course kill him, he had hurt a woman and you were in your own right, but perhaps simply beating these scum would not stain your doublet with blood or force you to dine in the middle of corpses.
>Order not to draw weapons, simply fight a good old fashioned tavern fight (Combat roll)>Order your men to draw their weapons and hit to kill. (Combat roll) 