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[Askot Bokbondeler]

they had already discovered ireland by then

[micelus]

Potatoes originate from America.

[Askot Bokbondeler]

yeah, i know. but no, how else could ireland subsist before the discovery of america?

[micelus]

Beef, mutton, pork, cow blood, oats, wheat, rye, cheese, and eggs.

Or your being sarcastic. I don't know. The Internet is bad with emotions which is why these  exist

[Askot Bokbondeler]

no sarcasm at all, just ye olde willing suspension of disbelief

[micelus]

Ah yes...Well I tire of that every time before I go to sleep. But yeah, I just wanted to point that out.

[Kadzar]

I'm pretty sure most of the French stuff didn't even exist until at least the nineteenth century, so it's probably best to ignore the timeline as far as the national identity things go.

Anyway, I say we take the rapier, as proficiency with it is a prerequisite of becoming a Dashing Swordsman.

[Sinpwn]

I say we accidentally take both with us.

[Pandarsenic]

Yeah, it's a good thing the potatoes are the most unrealistic thing about this game.

<_<
>_>

[micelus]

Everything else made sense in context. Except the food. I just wanted to pick on the potatoes. Now how bout an update?

[Pandarsenic]

Bulk Vanderhuge, Chaos Knight, has joined the party.

You take the Rapier, subtly strap the Claymore to your back, and ask for empty bottles.

"Why do you need empt- Why is the Claymore str- Never mind. We'll find some on the way. Follow me." Vanderhuge sighs. Apparently, he's already given up on trying to make sense of your actions and decisions.

He leads you to the kitchens; you promptly swipe everything in sight, to Bulk Vanderhuge's confusion.

Shaking his head, he leads you to a secret passage behind an enormous oven. Bulk Vanderhuge goes second to seal the passage's entrance and exit behind you. As you exit into an alley, he finishes explaining that the Inquisitors originated in England, and are a secret society of Order-aligned investigators, assassins, and the like who seek to prevent Chaos's "improvements" to the world. They answer only to themselves and the law, not even to those carrying out the law.

Having finished sealing the passage, Bulk Vanderhuge takes the lead again, gesturing for you to follow him to the stables.

"I sense Chaos nearby - but also Order. Yet... no combat. Has the Mad Prince captured one of us?" Bulk Vanderhuge freezes. After a moment, he peeks around the corner, then immediately pulls back, clenching his teeth and trying furiously not to swear.

Order Inquisitor with two Order Initiates, he mouths to you. It seems he's deferring to your judgment in this area.

Spoiler: Status (click to show/hide)

Wearing:
Royal Clothing, Chain Mail Vest

Wielding:
Rapier, Buckler

Inventory:
1 Crown
Mount: "Donated" Horse [at Edinburgh's Palace Stables]
Belt and Pockets
 - 17 Silver Coins
 - 2 "Liberated" Croissant (+3 French on Consumption)
 - 1 Éclair (+6 French on Consumption)
 - 7 "Redistributed" Potatoes
 - 4 "Misplaced" Bottles of Whiskey
 - 1 Scone
 - 1 "Indefinitely Borrowed" Tea
 - Hammer
 - Fishing Rod

Location: Edinburgh Palace

Mentality: f7u12


█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █    Charm | Intimidation █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █  Agility | Might        █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ Subtlety | Spectacle    █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █  Courage | Discretion   █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
  Order  █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ | █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ C͡h҉a̴o̴s

Level 2 French: █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
- Le Parkour, █
- French Cooking, █

Level 1 Irish Fury: █ █ █ █ █ █ █

L͠e̴͠ve̷̢ĺ̷͟ ͝͝4 ͏C̴̨͡h҉aoş̀: █ █ █ █ █ █ █
- Disturb, █
- Shatter, █

Level 3 Order,  █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █
- Voice of Authority, █
- Bind, █

[SirBayer]

We may not want to engage them, but we should be prepared to anyway. Let's see if we can't distract them somehow, ideally without using Chaos powers. Maybe... well, we need to dispose of one of the weapons anyway, right? Maybe we drop the claymore down the hall, wait for them to pass us as we hide behind a tapestry, and then make a run for it!

[Pandarsenic]

But alleys don't have tapestries.

[Monkeyfacedprickleback]

Running and hiding is for cowards. Irish fury And scottish rage! Let Cleave some limbs with old claymore! chaos death and Murder!

[Sinpwn]

Smear the eclair over your face, strip into your shorts and pretend to be drunk. make our slave pet ally carry us out with the excuse that he is your brother and he is carrying you home from the tavern. mention that there was an odd noble boy talking to himself on the way past. As soon as they turn around, let the slaughter begin.