>>5221372>>5221405>>5221408>>5221409>>5221416>>5221466Of course, I was more referring to the gentlemen
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>>5221409 but I made the error of calling everyone.
>>5221447You decided to propose something. You needed to act and murdering a murderer was an amusing irony.
-We can try to assassinate the Lord of Darkplace, but in the ways of France. By ambushing him, poisoning him, or making the school blow up with a pile of manure.
The man seemed impressed.
-A pile of manure ? By the heavens ! I pity the man. When you have failed at life better to not fail at death. I will let you organising it while I will give you logistical support. I will give you all the logistical support that you need, money, horses, weapons. During this time I will try to gain some supports amongst our neighbours. They are powerful and could be useful against Baron Crook Wickedson.
You approved of this plan and after a few words you felt some rain falling in your head, more and more rain, a true downpour that began very quickly in the night. You decided to go back to the castle, fleeing into the muddy roads and followed by Ancel. You stopped under a porch and saw that lightning streaked the sky. At least you had a deal and an objective. You continued to run under the rain and you entered back to the castle, you were cold and returned to your chambers, ordering a servant to light the fire in your chimney.
You had decided to eliminate Lord Creepy Bitchson, you knew only the theory about plotting and decided to trust Lord Neutral even if he probably has an agenda, but once on the path to plot there is no turning back. You needed some help, maybe you could engage 20 bandits and try to make them kill the man ? It would be effective, no man could kill 20 men when ambushed.
You thought about it before sleeping and after a prayer you decided to go to bed. Outside you heard the thunder of the storm. The next day you decided to say farewell to Lady Takable, the baron, and the rest of the nobility and to return to your fief, the celebrations having been cut short by the death of Lord Hostil. They cut the festivities like you had cut down the magician. Hah ! It was a good word. You remembered that you would maybe need to change your path to avoid ambushes, or not ? Lady Takable has said you that she feared that the Baron would try to ambush you. You had a hard choice on your hands when Oldfossil asked you.
-My lord, what road shall we take ?
>We shall take the same road as before, let's go towards our lands by the shortest road.>Maybe it would be better to take a longer road, like the one near the river.>Is there a boat that we can take ? Maybe we could pay someone to make us travel by the river. >We shall go by the hills, no need for a road, nobody will await us there I am sure.>Other (write in) 