Warhammer Fantasy: Honor is all, Chivalry is all (Bretonnia CK2)
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Voikirium
SV's Estalia Guy
- Location
- Ruritania Illinois
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Sir Martin has supped of the Grail.
Philip didn't see it because he was a bit busy having dreams of beating the unholy man-shit out of vampires, and also Grails.
[X] "I will entrust you with this most sacred duty, Sir Martin. Let the rivalrous brothers of Parravon and Montfort stand together once more." (Go on Quest)
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Et Sic Incipit
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- Planet Earth, North America
[X] "I will entrust you with this most sacred duty, Sir Martin. Let the rivalrous brothers of Parravon and Montfort stand together once more." (Go on Quest)
- Location
- Sweden
I stand corrected.
That would do wonders for our diplomatic relations, and even the old guard would hesitate to call us out on transferring command of our personal forces to a Grail Knight.
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
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- He/Him
[X] "I must go. My people need me." (Ignore Quest until you reach city of Mousillon)
KnightDisciple
Love God. Do Right. Fear No Man.
- Location
- Midwest, USA
[X] "I will entrust you with this most sacred duty, Sir Martin. Let the rivalrous brothers of Parravon and Montfort stand together once more." (Go on Quest)
Because I agree with the discussion about the optics of Sir Martin leading our forces. And because I don't want the poison getting worse.
I just hope this doesn't deteriorate our relationship with our wife too much.
Because I agree with the discussion about the optics of Sir Martin leading our forces. And because I don't want the poison getting worse.
I just hope this doesn't deteriorate our relationship with our wife too much.
Derek58
Rocket Punch is Best Punch
- Location
- Getter Valhalla
Only while they're on the Quest.
Voikirium
SV's Estalia Guy
- Location
- Ruritania Illinois
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- He/Him
They can't return during the Quest, but once they've drunk of the Grail they go guard a holy place-- which depending on stuff, may or may not involve forfeiting their claims on their lands.
Very definitely not their families, though.
well given it's do this or die slowly and painfully, I don't think that would be a problem. Besides the king has to be a grail knight and he usually has children, lands, and a wife.
- Location
- West Michigan
[X] "I will entrust you with this most sacred duty, Sir Martin. Let the rivalrous brothers of Parravon and Montfort stand together once more." (Go on Quest)
Montfort has lots of holy places. Why guard just one?
The Long, Lonely Path ( Mousillon PT 2)
Voikirium
SV's Estalia Guy
- Location
- Ruritania Illinois
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- He/Him
The Long, Lonely Path
You rise up from the bed on unsteady legs, knees shaking, and clasp Sir Martin by the shoulder. " "I will entrust you with this most sacred duty, Sir Martin. Let the rivalrous brothers of Parravon and Montfort stand together once more."
"I thank you for the honor, good Duke."
Morgyan strides out of the room, quite clearly upset. "Alright. I will not try to talk you out of this-- but be quick about it, for that which I have tracked down waits still."
As she exits, the Damsel Rose enters, staff clutched tightly in her hand. Her red cloak billows about her as she walks in dramatically. "Ah! Duke Folcard. I hear you may have need of Her representative, then?"
Perhaps it's the poison making you slower than usual, but you have a question. "Weren't you in Mousillon?"
"I was, yes. Then I made my way here." She gives a cocky smile before planting herself in one of the chairs. "We damsels-- we know when we're needed." She then grows deadly serious, hand tightening around her blade. "Now then, before we begin, I must warn-- this is not a journey to be taken lightly; not a deed to be began without the truest intentions. If you falter for even a moment, you will die.
Are you sure you are ready?"
You give a silent nod. "Ready as I've been for anything."
She smiles, and without prompting two Yeomen walk in the door. One bears the armor you will need, the usual practical armor of the dwarfs; the other bears in his hand a greatsword, the weapon of a Questing Knight.
"Steel yourself, Folcard; then find me when you are ready."
The armor is placed on the bed as the blade is delicately handed to you. It is a simple blade, steel and leather; but its edge is sharp, and its balance near perfected-- it flows through the air like some ancient, long dead predator whistling as you give it a few strokes. The armor gleams in the sun; good, solid steel.
You put them on, slowly. They fit perfect, snapping shut with little sounds, closing around limbs and chest and head.
You hear jangling, and looking down you see your arm shaking. You clench your fist hard, banishing them for the moment.
Stepping outside into the sun, you squint as the light pummels your eyes; it burns to go from the dark to the light.
You see the Damsel Rose waiting for you. "This is your last chance, Sir. If you have any doubts, any at all, now would be the time to stop."
In response you wordlessly fall to your knees in front of her, bowing your head. She draws her blade and its golden hilt shines in the sun; bringing down the blade she lightly rests it on your shoulder. "Would you, Sir Philip, seek this Grail, and lay down all that you care for to do it?"
"I would.
I set down my lance, symbol of duty. I spurn those whom I love. I relinquish all, and take up the tools of my quest.
No obstacle will stand before me. No plea for help will find me wanting. No moon will look upon me twice lest I be judged idle.
I give my body, heart, and soul to the Lady whom I seek."
You feel it-- the weight of duty. The weight of oath, of demands. You will not see home for a very, very long time.
Besides you, you hear Morgyan shuffle in the distance as she begins to walk towards her journey.
This Old Friend she has sought... by all accounts she has given, he needs more help than anyone.
You hear Éclatant snapping through the underbrush. He trots in, looking almost ashamed; bandages have been wrapped about his torso.
Seeing you, he trots over and nuzzles his head into your chest. You lightly pet his head, as he lets out little trills, almost though he is aware what you two will soon be doing.
In any case, there is one last thing you swore you would do...
[] Follow Morgyan as she goes to deal with her Old Friend (Will follow the Regency once you have dealt with said Old Friend)
[] Follow Philip as he goes to render some slight aid to Morgyan before truly parting (Will follow Philip through The Quest)
You rise up from the bed on unsteady legs, knees shaking, and clasp Sir Martin by the shoulder. " "I will entrust you with this most sacred duty, Sir Martin. Let the rivalrous brothers of Parravon and Montfort stand together once more."
"I thank you for the honor, good Duke."
Morgyan strides out of the room, quite clearly upset. "Alright. I will not try to talk you out of this-- but be quick about it, for that which I have tracked down waits still."
As she exits, the Damsel Rose enters, staff clutched tightly in her hand. Her red cloak billows about her as she walks in dramatically. "Ah! Duke Folcard. I hear you may have need of Her representative, then?"
Perhaps it's the poison making you slower than usual, but you have a question. "Weren't you in Mousillon?"
"I was, yes. Then I made my way here." She gives a cocky smile before planting herself in one of the chairs. "We damsels-- we know when we're needed." She then grows deadly serious, hand tightening around her blade. "Now then, before we begin, I must warn-- this is not a journey to be taken lightly; not a deed to be began without the truest intentions. If you falter for even a moment, you will die.
Are you sure you are ready?"
You give a silent nod. "Ready as I've been for anything."
She smiles, and without prompting two Yeomen walk in the door. One bears the armor you will need, the usual practical armor of the dwarfs; the other bears in his hand a greatsword, the weapon of a Questing Knight.
"Steel yourself, Folcard; then find me when you are ready."
The armor is placed on the bed as the blade is delicately handed to you. It is a simple blade, steel and leather; but its edge is sharp, and its balance near perfected-- it flows through the air like some ancient, long dead predator whistling as you give it a few strokes. The armor gleams in the sun; good, solid steel.
You put them on, slowly. They fit perfect, snapping shut with little sounds, closing around limbs and chest and head.
You hear jangling, and looking down you see your arm shaking. You clench your fist hard, banishing them for the moment.
Stepping outside into the sun, you squint as the light pummels your eyes; it burns to go from the dark to the light.
You see the Damsel Rose waiting for you. "This is your last chance, Sir. If you have any doubts, any at all, now would be the time to stop."
In response you wordlessly fall to your knees in front of her, bowing your head. She draws her blade and its golden hilt shines in the sun; bringing down the blade she lightly rests it on your shoulder. "Would you, Sir Philip, seek this Grail, and lay down all that you care for to do it?"
"I would.
I set down my lance, symbol of duty. I spurn those whom I love. I relinquish all, and take up the tools of my quest.
No obstacle will stand before me. No plea for help will find me wanting. No moon will look upon me twice lest I be judged idle.
I give my body, heart, and soul to the Lady whom I seek."
You feel it-- the weight of duty. The weight of oath, of demands. You will not see home for a very, very long time.
Besides you, you hear Morgyan shuffle in the distance as she begins to walk towards her journey.
This Old Friend she has sought... by all accounts she has given, he needs more help than anyone.
You hear Éclatant snapping through the underbrush. He trots in, looking almost ashamed; bandages have been wrapped about his torso.
Seeing you, he trots over and nuzzles his head into your chest. You lightly pet his head, as he lets out little trills, almost though he is aware what you two will soon be doing.
In any case, there is one last thing you swore you would do...
[] Follow Morgyan as she goes to deal with her Old Friend (Will follow the Regency once you have dealt with said Old Friend)
[] Follow Philip as he goes to render some slight aid to Morgyan before truly parting (Will follow Philip through The Quest)
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
- Location
- Dancing on wires!
[X] Follow Philip as he goes to render some slight aid to Morgyan before truly parting (Will follow Philip through The Quest)
Well here we go.
Also @Volkarium did you ever intend for Philip to get on the quest.
Also I've returned to ma quest senpai.
I fear got some of your luck
Well here we go.
Also @Volkarium did you ever intend for Philip to get on the quest.
Also I've returned to ma quest senpai.
I fear got some of your luck
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- He/Him
[X] Follow Morgyan as she goes to deal with her Old Friend (Will follow the Regency once you have dealt with said Old Friend.
In_lurk_shadow
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- Location
- here and there
[X] Follow Philip as he goes to render some slight aid to Morgyan before truly parting (Will follow Philip through The Quest)
[X] Follow Morgyan as she goes to deal with her Old Friend (Will follow the Regency once you have dealt with said Old Friend)
NO, NO, NO! Please people, I'm begging you, I'm pleading with you, don't do it. Every damn quest makes the same mistake. If this is really supposed to be a dynasty quest then follow the domain, not the one guy. We'll hear about Philip's quest when he comes back. Don't take your eyes off the realm.
Don't you want the Mountain for 70 updates? This is how you get the mountain for 70 updates.
NO, NO, NO! Please people, I'm begging you, I'm pleading with you, don't do it. Every damn quest makes the same mistake. If this is really supposed to be a dynasty quest then follow the domain, not the one guy. We'll hear about Philip's quest when he comes back. Don't take your eyes off the realm.
Don't you want the Mountain for 70 updates? This is how you get the mountain for 70 updates.