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[filiusenox]

((Hmm...he'd have to prove it...heh...
Yeah, the cyclists sound better then regular christians.))

[Yoink]

(( Oh wait, crap, I forgot I don't -have- any money. Well, I imagine I have some coppers, but I just had a better idea...))

Instead of coin, pay the bribed actor-peasants with crisp, official-looking bank notes, which Trubaldsome has Waery draw up. (Despite his provincial way of speech, Waery is a good scribe.)
Something like this:

(~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~)
|   The Royal Bank of Miring, year 313        |
|   ------------------------------------    |
|       Bye order of thee Royal Treasurer      |
|       of Miring Kingdome, this banknote      |
|       may be redeemed at any banking-     |
|       house of Miring for a sum of             |
|                twenty golde coins.               |
(~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~)


Something like that. Naturally, Waery does this ELSEWHERE, not in poor Trubaldsome's quarters, which are now home to one half-hysterical young noblewoman. Trubaldsome no doubt discreetly dons his fancy, comfortable woolen earplugs as she speaks, simply nodding in sympathy and pretending to listen, offering his calming advice when she pauses for breath.
And have Waery whip up several extra copies of these banknotes, could come in handy later.
...And be a nasty blow to my damned brother, the king of Miring, that bastard...

[Knave]

((They seem more in tuned to personal responsibility such as not stealing or harming others unwarrantly, then being hateful pricks.))

((DISCLAIMER: The beliefs of the crusading fire brand religious grand master do not reflect my own rl beliefs. No offence intended! That being said:

I'm sure different sects may have differing beliefs, but in keeping with the times [fantasy may they be] any sort of homosexual behaviour would probably be looked down upon. Disrupting the act of procreation which is integral to the cycle of life would probably be considered sinful. I doubt it would be a death sentence, but it would never be tolerated as an open lifestyle choice and those who admitted it, would probably "learn" not to favour their own sex))

[Iituem]

[2]  Your attempts to persuade young Erika through your own charms continue to prove ineffective.  [2]  The girls hired to help convince her to act don't seem terribly effective either, [3] and Waery is only able to make passably-good banknotes.  Enough to fool peasants, at any rate, but not enough for decent actors.

[2]  Some of the peasant girls realise that they could make even more money by blackmailing you.  [2]  Waery plies them with threats to no avail.  They insist on demanding more money.  [1]  Waery takes it upon himself to provide a more permanent solution, but a couple of days later one of the bodies is found outside town.  He has to go into hiding for a short while and will not be available to you until the new year.

[Taricus]

((Yep, Trubaldsome is a stock villan Hehe))

[KaguroDraven]

((Sorry, been asleep))

"Yes, I'm sure this isn't the way you wanted to wake up, but then I didn't want to see the dungeon burned down and myself being blaimed for working with 'rebel sabotuers' by a ponce from miring who calls himself a noble yet begs from the king. Now I am going to be completely blunt, you are going to be punished for these accidents, it's out of my hands, but I also want whatever is causeing these accidents so it can be used as a weapon in war. Once you have served your time I will hire you as a consultant and give you a decent wage to come up with this and formulas for similer things, I will also attempt to get your time in the dungeons lessend. Do you accept?"

[Yoink]

"God-dammnit Waery!!"
Trubaldsome's fearsome shout echoed down the empty hallway outside his room, and terrified both Erika, sitting huddled in a chair, and the young soldier who had brought him the news of Waery's failure.
The lord slumped down onto the seat at his desk, resting his clenched fists on it as he stared into space, his face twitching with anger. "Why... Must everything I do..." He began muttering, grinding his teeth together in frustration. "...Be ruined by morons like you!!" He rounded angrily on the messenger and continued shouting abuse, most of which cannot be repeated. He jumped up and down and slammed a fist on his desk, heedless of young Erika's presence. Finally, the wide-eyed soldier had the presence of mind to shove a goblet of strong alchohol towards his lord just as things were about to get violent, and Trubaldsome had a large swig before collapsing back into his armchair, tossing the drink aside and flipping open his snuffbox.
The gilded, decorated lid made a protesting squeak as it opened, and Trubaldsome frowned darkly at it for a moment before taking a sniff, and settling back to glare at his soldier thoughtfully.

"You," He said, raising a finger to point up at the worried-looking soldier, his voice calm now, but still edged with a hint of displeasure, "Are not to blame for this. I shall give you a chance to prove your worth to me, hm? Waery becomes old and frail, as his failures lately prove. Perhaps his position shall... Become vacant, sometime soon. 'Twould be a good time to impress your lord would it not?"
He let that sink in, shifting his eyes across to the King's cousin, watching her for a moment with distaste before looking back to the young soldier.
"You shall stay in Waery's quarters for now, yes?" He waved a hand towards the door to the room adjoining his, a plain wooden-walled affair populated spartanly with Waery's weapons and gear, and a single framed sketch hung above the bed.
"I shall call you when I have something for you to do. Now be gone! Before you anger me further!"
The young man went running out through the door with a slam, and Trubaldsome rose to pour himself another drink, and handed one to the noblewoman. He paid no attention to her, however, instead settling back in his seat to think.
"Damnit, Waery," He muttered tersely to himself. "You served my father well so many years before Lueki did him in, why must you fail me so?" He shook his head slowly, then cast a worried glance through the window.

((Wow, my rolls truly suck. I BLAME WAERY! ))

[thatkid]

OOC:
Is it bad if I started laughing at the results of Trubaldsome's latest "1"?
E: Also, Kaguro, I got your PM regarding Mahtan's current location.

[Knave]

((Was just thinking, with the entire court of Miring save the King murdered in the recent epic bloodbath, Trubaldsome [depending on if the current monarch has children] may be next in line for the Throne... more intrigue!))

[Yoink]

((The current monarch... Trubaldsome's much-hated eldest brother! The stage is (almost) set for a showdown! Dun dunn dunnnn! Oh, and @ Thatkid: I know I certainly did! Though not as hard as I laughed about my last '6'...))

[King_of_the_weasels]

((Nope as I've stated before Trubaldsome has 2 older brothers, do to being the middle child of 5.  Granted who knows what's up with the second eldest, perhaps.. he's the puppeteer behind the king's near assassination?  I dunno I wasn't keeping up with that story line much. ))

[Yoink]

(( Er, wait, neither was I. I kinda rushed through it to see what I had to respond to.
So, the current king of Miring isn't related to Trubaldsome? Well I already wrote that into my backstory, so I guess Trubaldsome's brother got deposed pretty quick, or something. ))

[Taricus]

((Well, I think he isn't the middle child any more ))

[thatkid]

OOC:
At that six, all I could think was "This is going to smooth over eventually, and everyone involved is going to forget about this girl. And that's gonna bite someone in the ass."

King, pretty much the entirety of the Miring court has been wiped out. Save for a direct descendant of the current King, or some fop who's gone abroad, Trubaldsome is likely next in line for the throne.

[Taricus]

((Not true, He's only next-in-line if he's there...))