06-25-2018, 08:24 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-25-2018, 08:31 AM by Magikeeper.)
Bruce's face turns a bit red, but is quickly replaced with stark terror. "WAIT! I beg you, please wait. I..I do not make a habit of talking about the matters of the lords, but today is no ordinary day!"
He moves a bit closer to the group. "Every 50 years my lord, the Baron Cyprien, and his friendly rival, the Baron Desmarais, hold a game where both sides arm themselves, build a fort, and protect a flag from being stolen. Although they take it quite seriously, it's always been a rather joyus occasion in the past." The man sighs. "That's when my lord's youngest daughter, Mademoiselle Arielle, and Baron Desmarais most aw- youngest son, Monsieur Hadrian, convinced the lords to let them handle the game. Along with a bet! If Arielle wins, Hadrian is to renounce his heritage, lash himself thirty times, and willingly exile himself from this city, forbidden to so much as step foot before Arielle or the other nobles for a period no less than three hundred years. If Hadrian wins, Arielle will...will" Bruce struggles to hold back the contents of his stomach "..will marry him."
Bruce shakes his head "The additional conditions on their bet were that the players would not be anyone that had ever worked for the lords before nor visited this city. It was a strange request, but Arielle is close friends with the leader of a very elite mercenary company that met those requirements so she agreed. But just yesterday Hadrian revealed he had given them a job three years ago! He'd done so under a disguise, but he could prove it was truly him. Even her friends had been unaware... it turns out he'd been preparing this trap for over half a decade.... our every backup cut off by a disguised employer with a loose coin purse... which brings us to today."
Bruce motions towards the gate. "Even now Hadrian's troop is out passing out gold for any traveler willing to 'keep an eye out for suspicious activity', just to ensure we don't come across any groups in these final hours.. the game begins tomorrow morning!"
He moves a bit closer to the group. "Every 50 years my lord, the Baron Cyprien, and his friendly rival, the Baron Desmarais, hold a game where both sides arm themselves, build a fort, and protect a flag from being stolen. Although they take it quite seriously, it's always been a rather joyus occasion in the past." The man sighs. "That's when my lord's youngest daughter, Mademoiselle Arielle, and Baron Desmarais most aw- youngest son, Monsieur Hadrian, convinced the lords to let them handle the game. Along with a bet! If Arielle wins, Hadrian is to renounce his heritage, lash himself thirty times, and willingly exile himself from this city, forbidden to so much as step foot before Arielle or the other nobles for a period no less than three hundred years. If Hadrian wins, Arielle will...will" Bruce struggles to hold back the contents of his stomach "..will marry him."
Bruce shakes his head "The additional conditions on their bet were that the players would not be anyone that had ever worked for the lords before nor visited this city. It was a strange request, but Arielle is close friends with the leader of a very elite mercenary company that met those requirements so she agreed. But just yesterday Hadrian revealed he had given them a job three years ago! He'd done so under a disguise, but he could prove it was truly him. Even her friends had been unaware... it turns out he'd been preparing this trap for over half a decade.... our every backup cut off by a disguised employer with a loose coin purse... which brings us to today."
Bruce motions towards the gate. "Even now Hadrian's troop is out passing out gold for any traveler willing to 'keep an eye out for suspicious activity', just to ensure we don't come across any groups in these final hours.. the game begins tomorrow morning!"