And So It Begins....   Posted by Comte De Treville.Group: 0
Comte De Treville
 GM, 28 posts
 Lieutenant-Captain
 King's Musketeer
Sun 19 Jun 2016
at 20:34
And So It Begins....
Brother Martin nodded and raised his cup in a toast!

"Well said My Lord. Well said. I to ask that God save the King and the Queen Mother!"

There was something about the monk that made him more than he appeared to be but what Gerard could not say. The monk then crossed himself and announced "Amen!"

Just then there was a commotion in the kitchen. Loud noises rose up and a high-pitched scream was to follow. Finally, Jean-Luc's voice over came all others as he yelled!
Jean-Luc Le Chat
 NPC, 6 posts
 Lackey
 Groom
Sun 19 Jun 2016
at 20:34
And So It Begins....
Jean-Luc came out of the kitchen with his arms up and about his head as if to ward off blows! As he came on he shouted.

"Monsieur! Monsieur! We must leave... post haste! The woman is mad! Mad I tell you! She threathens to send for the magistrate, the provost Marshal, and the militia all at once!"

A very thin and tall woman came out of the kitchen upon Jean-Luc's heels! In her right hand, which was raised to stike a most terrible blow, was a large ladle. She followed with her face contorted in anger. Her linen smock and apron worn and stain, with which sweat and food stuff appeared to war with one another for it's length.

"Thieves! Foot-pads! Highwaymen! They come to rob our cupboards and pantry just like his father before him stole our salt! D'Amberville!  Send word to the Viscomte De Bray*! Raise the militia and summon the Provost Marshal!"

From across the common room the four older men rose from their table. One, a little more stocky than the rest, peered at the hostess and then at Gerard. He wore a much patched leather breeches and a thin linen shirt that had not seen soap in a month of Sundays. His left eye was covered by over-sized patch and a scar ran from that eye down to his jawline.

"I thought he seemed known to me! Aye! Enough like his father. I am a Subaltern in the militia Madame. Come! Let us see to this robber and his Roman hound then."

He carried an old sword... the type that might have been used during the wars of religion. The other three, appearing less able than he, rose as well. They armed themselves... one with a poker from the fireplace, one with a stout piece of wood, and the last with a small stool.

Brother Martin rose bringing one thin hand to the cross about his neck and the other as if to call off the hostilities but his mouth hung open. Gerard saw that for now the path to the front door lay open but surly it would not remain so!

* The Viscomte De Bray, Pierre De Beaux was one of Gerard's father's detractors during his trouble with the King and Court. It is true he gained, along with the crown, some of the D'Amberville Lands and was made L'Attendante de Gabelle in his father's stead. Armand has sworn vengeance against him!
Gerard D'Amberville
 player, 30 posts
Sun 19 Jun 2016
at 22:32
And So It Begins....
  There was Gerard, minding his own affairs, when a sudden disturbance interrupted the last of his repast. With all the noise and commotion coming from the Kitchen, It sounded like the gates of Hades had been opened. This fact was reinforced, when his servant, Jean-Luc, came scurrying out with a woman that could have passed for Cerberus, hot on his heels. Gerard at first thought this matter amusing, his servant b being chased by a woman. But then his family name and father where being brought up.

 He just sat there, taking this all in, when more locals took up the hue and cry against his family. Gerard stood slowly to his feet, in no hurry it seemed. But he let it be seen when he took his sword off the table, still in the scabbard and placed the sash over his shoulder.

“Stay your hands! I am indeed a D’Amberville, Gerard Alexandre D’Amberville, to be precise. I am now leaving this…establishment.  I am Noble de ‘epee, as such, none of you have the right to detain me or mine. So unless you have a warrant of arrest from a Magistrate of the Parlimont de Normadie, I am free to depart, by the law. If any of you lay hands on a Noble or one of his servants, I will see that the one or ones doing it are hanged, and their families turned out. Jean-Luc, Brother Martin, we are leaving.”

 The Young Noblemen started to head for the door of the Inn, at a steady but non hurried pace.


I took the liberty of making an Oratory skill role, to see if Gerard can get out of there in one piece. His skill is 14,his Charm

18:33, Today: Gerard D'Amberville rolled 10 using 1d20.  Oratory Skill . Success, unless there are other factors involved.

This message was last edited by the player at 22:57, Sun 19 June 2016.

Comte De Treville
 GM, 33 posts
 Lieutenant-Captain
 King's Musketeer
Mon 20 Jun 2016
at 13:58
And So It Begins....
The stocky man with the eye patch frowned at the nobleman's words but stayed his hand from the antique swords at his side. His three older compatriots, never sharing their leader's enthusiasm Gerard thought, stood still behind them nervously looking about. All of them were taken by the nobleman's stern words and mayhaps made them imagine the coarse rope of a hangman about their throat.

"D'Amberville has spoken the truth." he said in a near growl. "Then leave and trouble these good folk no more."

"YES!" shouted the keepers thin wife. "Begone thief! Like your father before you. We will send word to the Viscomte I assure you. He unlike us can deal with the likes of you."

The portly Innkeeper could now be seen cowering within the doorway of the kitchen, holding a cleaver in trembling hands. Though he was content to add nothing to the others' hard words.
Jean-Luc Le Chat
 NPC, 9 posts
 Lackey
 Groom
Mon 20 Jun 2016
at 14:01
And So It Begins....
Jean-Luc raced before his master and the monk and reached the door. He had it open within heartbeats.

"I will ready the horses Monsieur! Fear not! We shall be off soon enough."

The Lackey was out the door and heading toward the stables. Gerard could hear him screaming for the stable-boy.
Martin Le Maigre
 NPC, 10 posts
 Benedictine
 Monk
Mon 20 Jun 2016
at 14:12
And So It Begins....
The monk rose from his seat, gathering the old leather satchel about his person. he looked as though he was about to say something to the angry mob but then thought better of it.

"Oui Monsieur!" he said to Gerard. "If these good people will let us leave in peace then we should do so and quickly."

Martin moved toward the door with less haste than Jean-Luc but at a greater pace than Gerard himself.

The man with the eyepatch follwed the thin monk as he left.

"Papist! Have a care! There are many around here who remember St. Bartholomew."

This message was last edited by the player at 16:52, Mon 20 June 2016.

Gerard D'Amberville
 player, 34 posts
Mon 20 Jun 2016
at 21:10
And So It Begins....
 The barbs hurled at the Noble and his companions as they departed, did leave a mark upon the mind of Gerard. Even if he should not care what Peasants thought of he and his, it did leave a mark upon his soul.  Gerard felt the weight of his father’s dishonor as if he wore an invisible suit of old style Plate mail armor. But even so, He was still a “D’Amberville, and would rather die than show any outward sign he even heard them.

 Once out in front of the Inn, Gerard turned to face the door with as much non calance as he could muster. He was not about to b assaulted from behind, and not react. But again, he had to play act like some mummer, and portray the indifferent Noble, when what he really wanted to do was cut out the tongues, of those that insulted his families honor.

“Make haste, Jean-Luc, my nose has need of distance, to carry away the stench of the locals.”
Comte De Treville
 GM, 35 posts
 Lieutenant-Captain
 King's Musketeer
Tue 21 Jun 2016
at 20:14
And So It Begins....
Jean-Luc raced into the stables shouting as he did so!

"BOY! Ready my mount and I will see to Monsieur's horse myself!"

Both Lackey and boy set about their duties and quickly! The monk too made his way into the building and prepared his mule for the journey.

Gerard saw the crowd gather at the Inn's doorway but they seemed to keep their distance from the young nobleman. The stocky older man with the patch was at the head of their procession. His hand still rode the hilt of his longsword but it remained in it's sheath.

Within moments Jean-Luc was leading Gerard's grey out into the hard-packed courtyard along with his own mount. The monk followed him shortly thereafter.

"We are ready Monsieur!" Jean-Luc said, still holding the reigns.

Martin climbed upon the back of his mule with little grace but he made it. He dug his heels into the animals sides and it stubbornly made it's way toward the road that would take them to Rouen. As he passed the gathered crowd he crossed himself and mumbled either a prayer or apology, which Gerard could not be sure.

At last when nobleman and lackey were both in the saddle, the man wearing the eye-patch nodded.

"You have been warned Monsieur! The next time you pass this way the Viscomte will have been told of your passing. No doubt he will have the Magistrate's warrant. His Lordship's own cousin is his wife. Both are of the true faith and the Magistrate lost his father during the Wars*!" he said, without emotion it would seem.

* The Wars of Religion
Gerard D'Amberville
 player, 36 posts
Tue 21 Jun 2016
at 20:52
And So It Begins....
  The Nobleman’s ears still burned from what had been said about his father and family. When Jean-Luc fetched around the horses, Gerard swung into the saddle and waited for the good Brother and his lackey to follow suit.

 The matter would have been left at that, the three would have left the Inn, and made their way down the road. But even before Gerard could tap his spurs to the flanks of his horse, the man with the eye patch had to jab Gerard’s wounded pride, yet again.. The Noble looked at the eye-patched Militiamen with a growing frown, then suddenly swung his leg over the horse and dismounted.

“ You.. Warn me.. You? To whom do you think you are addressing,  Monsieur? You dare to warn one of your betters? You are nothing more  a jumped up Paysan, yourself.”

 Gerard’s voice held and edge to it, but then it suddenly became almost friendly when he spoke again.

“ You wear a sword I see, one must then assume you do not slice cheese with the thing. Do me the courtesy of drawing your blade, so I might admire it.”

 After his spoke, there was a slight smile upon the lips of Gerard, but the smile did not reach his blue eyes.

This message was last edited by the player at 03:19, Wed 22 June 2016.

Comte De Treville
 GM, 37 posts
 Lieutenant-Captain
 King's Musketeer
Wed 22 Jun 2016
at 14:43
And So It Begins....
The older man with the patched eye merely nodded and there was a slight frown upon his face.

"Very well! Though my late King forbade dueling and it is my nature to obey him and his memory Monsieur, we can settle this with honor which always comes first. Oui?"

The Thin wife of the keeper nearly moaned! "Non! Jacques, this... this man will kill you!"

"Then I will die a gentleman and the soldier I once was." Jacques said in a most somber tone.

Then he turned to one of his older compatriots "Issac? Will you act as my second?"

The other man nodded "Oui! I would be honored Jacques!"

Jacques then turned to Gerard "Monsieur? What shall it be then? First Blood? Second Blood? Or to the death? Your choice Monsieur. Though by honor it is mine to say but you are my better so I will allow you this honor then."

Gerard sensed this man was goading him into a fight. Yet, he is no blackguard and would fight honorably. Almost as if the man wished death to take him and devil take the hindmost!

He bowed and as he rose, Jacques drew his old longsword. It seemed he would await Gerard's reply...

This message was last edited by the GM at 17:32, Wed 22 June 2016.

Gerard D'Amberville
 player, 40 posts
Wed 22 Jun 2016
at 19:51
And So It Begins....
 Gerard continued to regard the older man as he spoke and his actions. Much to the young noble’s amazement, the old rogue spoke and acted like a Gentleman. This caused Gerard to rethink matters as concerned his soon to be opponent.

“You speak of honor, and the conduct like a Gentleman. However, you are garbed like the  most base born rogue. Perhaps there is more to you, then meets the eye, Monsieur,”

 Gerard  removed the sash that held his sword and slowly drew the long sword that caught the light of the sun, and glinted in brilliance for all to see. It would be called one day a Battle Rapier, more of thin blade then a traditional Long Sword, with a wire  basket guard, but more heavy then the ever growing popular Rapier. The nobleman made a few swipes with the steel that caused the swishing sound, as it rent the air.

  “ You have insulted me, normally, my honor would demand your death, but since you were once in the service to France, I shall settle to the Second Blood.”

 He looked to his servant.

“ Jean-Luc., reach over to my saddle and draw forth the horse pistol from its  holster. If anyone seeks to disturb the Monsieur’s and my dance, be so good as to put a ball into them.”

 Gerard walked over to stand before the old campaigner. With his left hand, he removed a wooden baton with small brass studs pounded into it, from his left boot top. The Noblemen then assumed a classic stance for the art of sword fighting.

“Monsieur, en garde!”

This message was last edited by the player at 11:51, Thu 23 June 2016.

Gerard D'Amberville
 player, 42 posts
Thu 23 Jun 2016
at 00:49
And So It Begins....
 Gerard thrusts his blade toward's the right shoulder  of his opponent in an attempt to render his sword arm useless. He keeps in motion to make his opponent's attack more difficult.

Attack: Thrust, to right shoulder
 Defense: Dodge- -3 to opponent's roll

Gerard:

Expertise with sword 16 needs 12 or less to hit.
 +1 Long Sword
 +1 for thrust(Italian School)



20:50, Today: Gerard D'Amberville rolled 0 using 1d20-2.  Attack roll on opponent. Which becomes a 1
20:53, Today: Gerard D'Amberville rolled 1 using 1d6.  Extra damage.


 I think I did that correctly. It's been awhile.

This message was last edited by the player at 01:19, Thu 23 June 2016.

Comte De Treville
 GM, 42 posts
 Lieutenant-Captain
 King's Musketeer
Fri 24 Jun 2016
at 19:54
And So It Begins....
Jean-Luc nodded and said "Oui Monsieur!"

He moved his horse over and drew the pistol which he then pointed toward the crowd still gathering in the courtyard.

Brother Martin slid from his mule and then moved toward the combatants. It seemed the monk wished to speak but then thought better of it. He crossed himself but said nothing.

At Gerard's words Jacques gave a curt nod "Very well Monsieur. To the second blood then."

He bowed and then brought his sword up to salute his opponent. To "En Garde!" he merely nodded once more and crouched low with his sword held before him.

Gerard's blade, powered by a wrist made of steel, slipped under the Jacques' own sword as he made a clumsy parry. When the blade retreated, all could see the red stain upon it's tip. Jacques grunted, and his dirty linen shirt began to slowly go scarlet at the man's right shoulder. Yet, somehow the old man continued to grasp the sword in a white knuckled fist.

The old campaigner scowled and tried a wicked back-swing, which Gerard deftly dodged, and left Jacques off balanced. The momentum nearly made the older man fall to one knee as his side was now eaposed! The innkeeper's thin wife brought a skeletal hand to her gaping mouth and she gasped!

Gerard's speed and skill was enough to strike once more before the old man could recover...

OOC:

Yes, that is basically it. Although you are supposed to roll 2d20's and see where the blade actually strikes after you pick a location (e.g. right shoulder). Yet without my rule book I just let Gerard hit his target, especially when he rolled a 1 to hit!!!! Jacques rolled a 20 on his attack which I think is a fumble but again without my book I can't roll the result so I'm just giving Gerard a free attack. Once I get home I'll ge back on track.

09:56, Today: Comte De Treville rolled 16 using 1d20.  Jacques Parry!
09:55, Today: Comte De Treville rolled 20 using 1d20+3.  Jacques Attack!

Cheers

Gerard D'Amberville
 player, 46 posts
Fri 24 Jun 2016
at 20:16
And So It Begins....
 The young nobleman's sword, slipped past the old man's defenses with ease. He drew blood from the others shoulder,as evidenced by the crimson stained blade he now held. It would have been nothing to send his blade into play again, for the Coup de gras,but he stayed his hand. Gerard stepped back, and with a quick slashing motion in the air, more for show then attack, he said but one word.

 " Fini."

 He waited for his opponent's reaction, to the obvious gesture of ending this.

This message was last edited by the player at 16:50, Sun 26 June 2016.

Jean-Luc Le Chat
 NPC, 10 posts
 Lackey
 Groom
Mon 27 Jun 2016
at 02:20
And So It Begins....
The crowd gasped and then held their breath as one! Jean-Luc kept the pistol aimed at the crowd just in case. There was a slight look of pride on the lackeys eyes. He brought his Master's horse forward with a slight tug upon it's reigns. The magnificent grey horse snorted but came toward the combatants anyway. Jean-Luc pulled up when he reached his master.
Comte De Treville
 GM, 47 posts
 Lieutenant-Captain
 King's Musketeer
Mon 27 Jun 2016
at 02:21
And So It Begins....
Jacques slowly recovered and rose with a grimace upon his face. His free left hand came up to close upon the spreading stain of scarlet upon his linen shirt. As he saw the flourish of the nobleman's blade dripping with his own blood, the old campaigner nodded.

"Oui! Fini! As you say Monsieur! I must... must offer my apology for my disrespect. I see you have honor and treat me with such even if I treated you ill. I will nay say a dark word about you or your house from this day forth. If I may serve you... in deeds great or small please do me yet another honor of telling me now."

In a feeble movement, partly due to age and partly due to age, the old man saluted Gerard with his sword.
Gerard D'Amberville
 player, 49 posts
Mon 27 Jun 2016
at 03:00
And So It Begins....
  Gerard returned the salute of steel from his former opponent. The nobleman pulled from grass from the ground and cleaned the blood from his blade. He walked over to Jaques and regarded him with a quizzical expression.

“ I accept your apology. Monsieur. Despite your shabby appearance, your conduct marks you as a Gentleman. Perhaps a Gentleman that has not been kissed upon the lips by Lady Fortune, these last few years. No?”

The Noble walked over to his horse and returned his sword to its scabbard. At first, it seemed that Gerard would swing up into the  saddle, but then he paused to regard Jaques, again.

“ Would you take service with me, Monsieur? Where I go, I shall have need of someone that knows the blade, has honor, and is not a coward. From my first impressions of you, I find you an ideal candidate. What say you, Monsieur?”

Martin Le Maigre
 NPC, 11 posts
 Benedictine
 Monk
Mon 27 Jun 2016
at 03:08
And So It Begins....
Martin smiled as Gerard spared the old man but when he asked him to take service...

"Monsieur? The man is... is Huguenot. Would you trust him?" the monk whispered.
Gerard D'Amberville
 player, 50 posts
Mon 27 Jun 2016
at 03:26
And So It Begins....
  Gerard looked at Brother Martin, with an expression that was soft, and when he spoke, the tone was friendly. He used the language of Holy Mother Church, Latin.

“ Brother, I do not trust many things, but something tells me, I can trust that man. I can trust him to a point, of course, but I have a good feeling about him. And besides, He is French and once served the King, as I hope to do. We of France, had best stop our internal quarrels, as they only benefit our true enemies.  Spain, England, even the Hollanders look upon our fair land with covetous eyes.”

 Gerard then turned to regard Jaques
Comte De Treville
 GM, 49 posts
 Lieutenant-Captain
 King's Musketeer
Mon 27 Jun 2016
at 17:25
And So It Begins....
The old campaigner nodded when Gerard mentioned his present circumstances. He looked down at his clothes, his age spotted hands, and the wound just given. Yet, Jacques looked up again, his eyes going wide at his offer of service. For the first time Gerard saw a faint smile upon the old man's lips. He then fell to his knees.

"Monsieur! You honor me. It has been much too long oui! If you would have me... my sword and life is yours Monsieur."

Jacques bowed his white haired head and awaited Gerard's acceptance. The crowd milled about. not sure what to do or say. The innkeeper's thin wife turned upon her heels and went back inside. The old man's companions just stood around. Some with their mouths agape. Others, their heads turned to and fro from Jacques and Gerard.
Gerard D'Amberville
 player, 53 posts
Mon 27 Jun 2016
at 20:37
And So It Begins....
 When the old campaigner agreed to Gerard’s offer of service, the young noble had to smile at the reaction of the locals. He walked over to his new man, and clasped him upon the shoulder.

“Bon, you shall be my first retainer, Monsieur. Two things must be done, from this point forward. I have need of your name, and we must find a Physician, to see to your wound. It would not do to have someone in my service, expire, due to lack of attention. Noblesse oblige.”

 Gerard returned to his horse, and swung up into the saddle, then reached for and relieved his Lackey of the Horse Pistol.

  “I can offer you victuals, shelter, and what pay I can afford. But mark you; I am in a strained situation, as concerns finances, myself, temporally. I shall do my best as your liege, but it may be thin at times. Have you a Horse?”

This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 20:45, Mon 27 June 2016.

Comte De Treville
 GM, 50 posts
 Lieutenant-Captain
 King's Musketeer
Mon 27 Jun 2016
at 23:59
And So It Begins....
The older man nodded once more "Oui! These terms are acceptable to me Monsieur. My name is Jacques, Jacques D'Embrun. There is the place of my father's birth."

He then looked at his shoulder and his own bloody hand. With a slight shrug said "This? Non! Just a scratch Monsieur. No need of a surgeon on my account."

When asked about a horse, again he nodded "Oui, but not as worthy as your horse Monsieur. Yet, it will get me where we are going... ah... where would that be Monsieur?"
Martin Le Maigre
 NPC, 12 posts
 Benedictine
 Monk
Mon 27 Jun 2016
at 23:59
And So It Begins....
The monk came forward "Monsieur, I have treated wounds such as that. I need only clean it and I have a balm... a mixture which will help it heal all the quicker."

He then inclined his head to Gerard "Christ would have me do this and I would do so for the kindness you have shown me. It will not take long. The balm is in a bag upon my mule."

Jacques held up his bloody hand to give Martin pause "Papist! First swear before Christ you mean me no ill will. That this... this balm is no poison. Then and only then will I allow it."

Martin paused and clasped the cross about his neck "Upon Christ, my Savior, I swear I mean this man no harm but only wish to ease his suffering and heal his wound. This I swear before men and God!"
Gerard D'Amberville
 player, 54 posts
Tue 28 Jun 2016
at 01:44
And So It Begins....
 The Noble frowned, when he heard Jaques demand that Brother Martin swear he meant no harm.

" Jaques, the good brother was only seeking to help, in the tending of your wound. Are you going to make me swear an oath, every time I tell you do so something, to make sure I mean you no harm? I am a Papist as well, Monsieur D'Embrun.”

 Garrard was displeased with the action of his new retainer. The use of the formal way of addressing someone was meant to show that displeasure.

This message was last edited by the player at 15:41, Tue 28 June 2016.

Comte De Treville
 GM, 53 posts
 Lieutenant-Captain
 King's Musketeer
Tue 28 Jun 2016
at 23:46
And So It Begins....
Jacques turned to Gerard and shook his head.

"Non! Monsieur, you have shown your honor to me and spared my life when it was yours to take. You have offered me a position which I have long since wanted... a chance to campaign once more. For these things I am in your debt. If you trust... this priest... "

Martin said quickly "Friar, I am a monk of Abbaye Saint-Ouen de Rouen."

"... this monk, then I will protect him as well as you. I am yours to command Monsieur!" Jacques finished.