The Story of Sir Mordred Jerrine, Lord of Mirkshire
Leading the way, Angelica went down the tower and towards the eastern edge of their territory, approaching a small hut with an eclectic herb garden, among which she was able to pick out a number which were important for treating basic illnesses. As they approached the small residence, a young and energetic man with a face that could do with a shave stepped out.
“My lord, I was hoping you might seek me out. As I told Miss Angelica earlier, there is an herb that grows to the south of here that may be able to help. I’ve identified the disease as affecting the sanguine and phlegmatic humors most directly, and in a quite unique way. I know this herb to be effective at alleviating these sorts of affects. The herb is called bogblade, and it’s a form of grass which only grows in areas within or near swamps and the like. However, it requires substantial exposure to sun to grow, and so only grows in isolated patches. One such patch lies to the south of here, and if you were to go there, there should be an excess of the plant available. It is quite hardy when it gets its light. I would go myself, but I’m needed here to tend to the sick as best I can.”
As if to emphasize his point, at that moment a young woman came to the doorway of his hut, looking pale and feverish. She expressed lightheadedness before coughing up a spatter of blood. The alchemist promptly excused himself to attend to his patient, leaving Sir Mordred and his adviser to figure out how to approach this illness, which was clearly a pressing concern.
leads Mordred to the alchemist.
(6 for alchemist helpfulness)
I assumed that Mordred followed, though it wasn’t explicitly stated. I hope that’s okay.
The Story of Sir Lionel Duncan, Lord of Rosewood
Deciding to take quick action in various directions on the food situation, Sir Lionel immediately ordered for the clearing of land. He quickly described his plan for the region to the peasant which happened to be closest at the time. However, his description was met with a blank face. Not having time to deal with the man’s lack of understanding, Sir Lionel walked off to pay the hunter a visit. The man was a bit curt with him, but was clearly under stress from having to feed such a large group by himself.
“Aye, I could use some help. Not hunting, mind you. Clumsy blokes will scare off what game is left. But feathering birds, skinning dear, I could use that help. Find me a butcher. Won’t let me feed a whole damn region by me-self, but it’ll help. As to your food stocks, I haven’t got a damn idea where you heard we could last a while. I mean, tomorrow won’t be the day that we starve. But we’ll feel the hunger soon,” at this point he narrowed his eyes at Sir Lionel, “I hope,
Sir, that you will feel that hunger with us.”
Meanwhile, Matis found a group of villagers discussing how palisades were to be built from their homes. Quickly assuring them that no such thing would happen, he tried to reorganize the group towards their main task of clearing trees for future development. Before long, they got to work, with two people coming forward with axes, and another three offering to help how they could. However, between the limited number of axes and limited experience in clearing an area such as they were asked to clear now, the task would take a not insignificant amount of time. To make matters worse, it seemed the earlier confusion left them still unclear of which among them would be in charge, leaving them less productive than otherwise. Matis left this confusion to report on his findings to his lord.
All those with axes are to begin clearing the land in and around the village of trees. The wood is used to construct a palisade, encircling the village and my manor, with ample space for growth. The cleared land is divided into enough pastures for any livestock, and fields large enough to feed a large family and then some. Families with seed are given permission to farm one field each.
(4 order is obeyed)(1 Disorder develops)
Go talk to the hunter personally. See if he would benefit from a few peasants' help, or if it would just slow him down. Get an idea of the food situation from him, as well.
(4 roll for helpfulness)
if the knight doesn't need to know anything else for the time being, go out and take stock of materials, then return to tell the knight of out tools.
(5 takes stock, and in process improves organization (+1 to previous roll))
I really appreciated the way you reported your knowledge, Execute/Dumbo. I enjoyed seeing how that PM was transformed into a character’s knowledge and action.
The Story of Sir Valthas Chackman, Wandering Knight
Renee felt it her duty to help Sir Valthas decide what task to undertake. Her attempts to discover information about the tournament were entirely unsuccessful. Everyone she asked either didn’t know about it, or thought themselves so far better than her that it was not worth their time discussing the subject. The final such incident of the latter group grated on Renee’s nerves so much, she’d actually told him to fuck off. Probably not the smartest thing to do to someone who could very well have been another knight, but with no knowledge of who she was serving, no true damage had been done. After this outburst, though, she decided to return to Sir Valthas, to find him convinced to seek the werewolf, which was probably for the best. She heard him address her, saying something about fair fights in a disgusted tone. She simply nodded at his comment and looked at her feet, unsure what was expected of her in way of reply, and not wanting to be crude too often in one day. As a result, she missed entirely his look of confusion as he tried to riddle out what to call her.
Sir Valthas, upon determining that combat against a werewolf would be preferable to him, set off upon the appropriate road with his squire. It was not long on their journey along this road before they saw the town materialize before them, a ways down the road. The town looked peaceful enough, but the knowledge that someone who appeared otherwise normal was transforming into a fearsome beast at night made it seem foreboding, even to Valthas, who did not regard himself as easily shaken. Taking a moment to consider what his first actions would be upon entering the town, Valthas paused.
Ask around whether any notable knights will be attending the tournament.
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To Westwilde! Attempt to conceal the fact that I've forgotten my squire's name!
(4)
I’m sorry your turn is shorter, they’ll get longer when you get into a more active part of your current goal
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