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Warhammer Fantasy: Honor is all, Chivalry is all (Bretonnia CK2)

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So Marvel Hercules vs DC Wonder Woman, Warhammer fantasy style huh? For some reason I'm getting some Hercules and Xena vibes from this.
 
[X] The Libraries of Lothern- your...acquaintance...Prince Ecalzrus of Caledor is there, studying dragons; and if your golden eye doth not deceive, so too is Teclis, no doubt speaking of matters of great import.
 
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Wedding Bash pt.2
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    You aren't a very big fan of reading, with sole exception for the Lady's texts. But even you are curious to see what has the most famous of elves here, now, and not anywhere else. You'd also like to speak with Ecalzrus again, perhaps...

    In any case, making up your mind you begin to weave through the streets. There is no filthy stink of Greenskins, no cries of blood and death, no need to lead a bloody war. Just...peace.

    One day, Montfort will be the same.

    Clean streets; soft music; safe subjects.

    In any case you see the library. Rising high into the sky, it is at least large enough to battle with a castle, though not Montfort proper.

    Walking in you see rows upon rows of texts-- scrolls and books and great pieces of torn parchment that are not fitted to any particular binding.

    Dozens of humans and elves are walking, looking at the great shelves. The floors are granite, polished-- impossibly, though it must be so-- to a mirror sheen.

    Prince Ecalzrus sits alone at a small table, drinking wine and peering through what appears to be a book on dragons.

    Teclis-- hidden by a subtle but potent working of magic-- is looking at a scroll with a hippogryph drawn upon it, and what appears to be a map. There are rumors he is looking to buy an egg of the creatures.

    There's also a more...forested looking Elf looking at a book on Bretonnian history (Why the elves have one of those is a question you will not ask). It would not do to go without aiding a lady, of course, and that is a subject you know no small amount of.

    Who do you speak to?
    [] Ecalzrus. The money you earned raiding the Chill-Winter mansion might well be the only thing that kept you from going under.
    [] Teclis. If he's looking to buy a Hippogryph egg, then you could-- clearly-- be the supplier.
    [] The lady. She seems dissatisfied with something; mayhaps you could be of aid?
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    Sorry if these last few updates have been kind of weak, it's been a rough week.
     
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    • [X] The lady. She seems dissatisfied with something; mayhaps you could be of aid?
    Saving a Damsel in distress must be a Tuesday :V
     
    [X] Teclis. If he's looking to buy a Hippogryph egg, then you could-- clearly-- be the supplier.

    Helping out one of the setting's greatest mages is always good.
     
    [X] The lady. She seems dissatisfied with something; mayhaps you could be of aid?

    It galls me to ignore Teclis but Bretonnians gotta Bret.
     
    [X] Teclis. If he's looking to buy a Hippogryph egg, then you could-- clearly-- be the supplier.

    I sort of want Phil to gush about Eclatant to Teclis.
    Lady vote is more Bret though.
     
    [X] The lady. She seems dissatisfied with something; mayhaps you could be of aid?
     
    Just thought you might like to know that I've added some opinions that might be slightly important for the upcoming diplomatic stuff on the frontpage.
     
    The Squire's Diary
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    (Widely distributed to the kingdoms of the Old World after the Death of Gtilla)

    32 of Lady's Month

    I don't want to die. Nobody wants to die, least-ways not anybody I've met; that's not a lot, but it's enough.

    It's funny, though.

    I don't want to die...but I'm okay with it.

    They say the greenskins have risen up. They say the Traitor was shot dead afore the eyes of her children, and so too many of the Duke's nieces and nephews. Good Baron Rainier had his head chopped off.

    There are fifty-thousand Hobgoblins headed this way.

    But I am not afraid.

    Maybe it's the duke; he's distant-like, but he has steel in that spine; men find it hard, myself included, not to want to make him proud.

    Maybe it's the armor; it's hardly noble quality, but by the Lady a man feels ten feet tall wearing it; imagine, peasants aiming for ennoblement! Feels like Gilles himself'll be riding in telling us it's time to put the screws to some Reiklander ponce, or summat.

    If I don't come back, and you see this, tell my mother I was right, and to have me buried by dad. If I do come back, tell her anyway.

    -The Journal of Nathan
     
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