I believe that is called self flagellation. I am not the most religious of men, but I think it is some Christian ritual of prostrating oneself before their God. Looks a bit painful, if you ask me. One would think that just kneeling and asking forgiveness would be a bit more pragmatic.....and less trouble. But who am I to question one's beliefs? I am just a man....well....mostly anyways. Paddy grins as the Lusty Fools pass the religious procession.
If I have to pay for my sins after I die, so be it.
Lookong to the pilgrims, Kiyu asks everyone in French, "What is going on there?"
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The texts that Flamel has for sale are The Key of Solomon, an alchemical treatise in Latin worth 100 gp, a copy of The Odyssey in Greek worth 50 gp, and The Bagavatgita in Sanskrit for 75 gp....
In response to Kiyu's inquiry, the penitents look at her with shame and remorse on their faces.... Their apparent leader speaks for them:
We are wretched sinners seeking forgiveness for our sins! We seek to repent and atone before the day of judgement dawns! You should do the same, and save yourself from the fires of Hell!
Kiyu shrugs, "Sorry, I don't believe in such things. But your concern is appreciated."
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Nacht's eyes seem to zero in on the cat-o-ninetails and the sounds of pain they inflict... he seems to be unnaturally jittery, visibly so.
Kiyu shrugs, "Sorry, I don't believe in such things. But your concern is appreciated."
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The leader of the penitents wails:
Woe to you, then, young lady! Woe for the torments of Hell that surely await you!
Nacht speaks slowly in French to one of them.
" Je voudrais un de ceux ... "
Kiyu brushes aside the momentary urge to use some of her gifts on the man, and instead smiles to Nacht and says, "Sie sind eine fröhliche Art nicht wahr?"
"They're a cheerful sort aren't they?"
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Passing these pitiful penitents, the party ventures north on the road to Calais, a port city held by England on the French coast, one of the Cinque Ports that offer ferries across the Channel....
The sun descends on their journey as they trudge through fields of golden grain and copses of forest....
The day passes without incident, and the party finds a roadside inn called La Maison Par Le Vignoble (The House by the Vinyard)....
Hearing Nacht's words she says, "Möchten Sie eine dieser Nacht gefallen ? Ich kann wahrscheinlich machen ein , sie von meiner Heimatländern stammt."
"Would you like one of those Nacht? I can probably make one for you if they can't spare one, they originated from my homelands."
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Nacht's Yellow eyes fall upon the dark-being
" Ich weiß nicht, was sie sprechen. Ich weiß nicht, was ist es, diesen fröhlichen Wesen. Ich möchte das Tool macht das Werkzeug gut Geräusche. Warum glauben Sie mir dieses Werkzeug dunkle Befinden Kiyu machen wollen. "
As they travel there seems to be some rustling underneath his coat and cloak every so often, like he was adjusting.. but his arms never seem to have moved from his position to do so. He looked to the Inn fairly indifferent.
"Ich habe noch nie einen gemacht und Sie wollen ein , es scheint wie eine perfekte Verbindung von Gelegenheit ."
"I've never made one and you want one, it seems like a perfect marriage of opportunity. Wouldn't you say?"
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" Dieser Grund ist zu klein. Wesen nicht wie für kleine Gründen. Was willst du? "
The night passes without event in The House By The Vinyard.... The Lusty Fools spend a gold franc each on room and board....
The following day's journey.... is also uneventful, and as night falls, The Lusty Fools find themselves at a campsite that has evidently been used by many travelers in the past.... There is a supply of chopped firewood stacked by the fire pit, and even several skins filled with water for thirsty travelers....
Do The Lusty Fools set a watch at night?
The night passes uneventfully....
The 5th of June dawns on the camping heroes....
They rise and break camp, and continue on their march to Calais....
The third day of your journey to Calais passes without incident.... Several farms and homesteads can be seen along the way....
The 6th of June, 1430....
Day four of the journey to Calais is uneventful....
Nightfall finds The Lusty Fools passing an ancient Roman aqueduct covered with ivy and moss.... The heroes camp in its shadow and ponder the tales of the Old Roman Empire.... The excesses of Caligula.... The ambitions of Julius Caesar.... In those days, this land was known simply as Gaul, or the Land of the Gauls....
"Wir sollten akzeptieren, Güte , wenn sie uns angeboten . Ich werde mein Bestes tun, um eine würdige Waffe für Sie."
"We should do our best to accept kindness when it is offered. I will do my best to make you a worthy weapon."
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June the 7th dawns, and The Lusty Fools draw nearer to the coast....
Around 2:00 PM, the coast comes into view as a blue band on the horizon.... At 4:00 PM, the party reaches the port city of Calais....
"Well, this was quite the relaxing trip. I'd heard the French countryside was beautiful, but seeing it for myself is something else."
Calais is an important port, called a jewel in the crown of England for its importance as a port between England and France, and a hub of trade. It has been fought over by the French, the Burgundians, and the English for centuries, but has been an English holding these past few hundred years, due mostly to the fact that France and Burgundy hate each other so much, they would rather see Calais belong to England....
A stout stone wall encloses the city of Calais, with a fortified gatehouse on its south side....
A portcullis is lowered to bar entry into the port city, and a pair of strong wooden gates that have withstood countless sieges stand behind the portcullis....
From the crenelated ramparts of the gatehouse, a helmed guard calls out to you in English:
Hark! Who goes there! .... State your name and business in Calais!
Hisao, far more spooked as the Lusty Fools begin to gain fame, keeps his brand new hat low over his head.
In French he talks to the newcomer Excuse me, are you to travel with us now?
"I certainly wouldn't mind, and it seems some of my talents could prove useful to you all. Perhaps I can accompany you for a short while, and if you find my presence to be an appreciated one, then I could join your group more permanently?"
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Hisao, far more spooked as the Lusty Fools begin to gain fame, keeps his brand new hat low over his head.
In French he talks to the newcomer Excuse me, are you to travel with us now?
"My name is Alphonse Veritas, and these are my traveling companions! We seek to charter a ferry across the Channel to England!" Alphonse calls over the wall.
Nacht simply stared at the dark-being and then at the holy-being before looking up to the guard-being.
Ah, a fellow Englishman! Welcome to Calais, Alphonse Veritas and company!
The guard signals some other, unseen guard down inside the gatehouse below, and a moment later, the portcullis is raised with the clinking of chains, and the great doors are opened wide to accept The Lusty Fools....
Once through the gatehouse, The Lusty Fools emerge into the streets of Calais....
Directly ahead, across the muddy road, sprawl two blocks of fine buildings divided by a broad avenue....
A gothic cathedral can be seen to the east, and the inner wall separating a strong fortress from the rest of the city looms over the rooftops to the west....
Vendors hawk their wares in a market gathered just inside the south gatehouse, and the cry of seagulls directs The Lusty Fools to the harbor....
Back in Paris Iommi-Tyr Magnusson would have browsed The Key of Solomon to see if the translation was similar to that which he had memorized as a scholar at Akershus Castle in Norway.
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In Calais, having drunk my Cognatogen:
What do I know?
Alphonse breathes deeply of the sea air, and feels his spirits lift at the thought of returning to his homeland.
Will be so nice not to have to speak through someone else again.
Nacht looks at all the strange beings but cannot understand this language at all.. worse it seems to agitate him. The beings seemed no different from the ones from before though dressed in different skin-clothes.
" Was soll das alles? Warum sind wir hier? "
He forgets that the other beings reacted poorly to this and repeated it.
" Qu'est-ce que tout cela? Pourquoi sommes nous ici? "
"Ich denke, wir beabsichtigen, auf ein Boot nach England zu gehen"
"I think we're intending to go onto a boat to England. "
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Back in Paris Iommi-Tyr Magnusson would have browsed The Key of Solomon to see if the translation was similar to that which he had memorized as a scholar at Akershus Castle in Norway.
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.In Calais, having drunk my Cognatogen:
[dice=Knowledge Geography]1d20 +23 +1d6
[dice=Knowledge Local]1d20 +23 +1d6
[dice=Knowledge Nobility]1d20 +26 +1d6What do I know?
Iommi-Tyr knows that the Romans called this port Caletum, and Julius Caesar mustered 800 to 1,000 ships, five legions, and some 8,000 horses at Calais due to its strategic position to attack Britannia....
Calais was improved by the Count of Flanders in 997 AD, and fortified by the Count of Boulogne in 1224....
England needing a foothold in France, King Edward III, following the Battle of Crècy, marched north and besieged Calais for 11 months during 1347 AD before finally taking the port city.... It has been an English stronghold in France ever since, and has come to be called "the brightest jewel in the English crown" for its importance for trade.....
Nacht looks to the dark-being who actively seemed to speak his language.. much like the Paddy-Being. It was somewhat comforting. The thought of the boat however struck him as odd. Boat? Boat.. Yes a boat was used to cross water to far off lands. But how did he know of a boat? He remembered only darkness.. nothing on boats. A slight flash overtakes his eyes as for a brief second he sees.. Himself? No they had skin wore gloves, A dagger imbedded in the neck of a female-being. The other hand clamped on her mouth. The image fades just as quickly. Nacht's eye narrow again.
" Ich sehe, Boote sind .. interessant. "
"Ich bin nicht zu aufgeregt ich ein Boot vor einer Woche gerade aus , nehme ich an St dest werde ich viel Zeit, um über meine neuen Bücher zu gehen."
"I'm not too excited I just got off a boat a week ago, I suppose at least I'll have plenty of time to go over my new books."
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Paddy wanders the streets of Calais with the rest of the party. Checking out some of the stalla and vendors around.
Paddy wanders the streets of Calais with the rest of the party. Checking out some of the stalla and vendors around.
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Paddy soon learns that The Prince's Inn by the postern gate is the finest inn in Calais, and also a good place to hire a captain to ferry the party across the English Channel....
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Making their way toward the postern gate, The Lusty Fools discover The Prince's Inn, a fine-looking three-story inn with shingled roof and mortar chimneys. The sign over the door depicts the crest of the Prince of Wales and reads in English: The Prince's Inn....
Within, a motley crowd of patrons drinks ale and converses in the great common room, furnished with several long boards, a bar, and a great fireplace....
Finding seats at one of the long boards, the party is soon attended by a red-headed, freckled English wench bearing a flagon of ale and several mugs on a platter....
Iommi-Tyr Magnusson goes to the personal library of Rupert II here in Calais. Even though he has never met Rupert II, he's hoping that a connection can be made.
Rupert's mom, Blanche Lancaster, was my best friend's sister (Prince Harry). And Blanche's little sister, Philippa Lancaster, was named my pupil by Queen Margaret I and King Henry Bolingbroke. I used to play with Prince Harry, Blanche, Humphrey, Thomas Chaucer & the rest of them when they visited us in Norway -- or when I visited London.
Even though all of that was 30-40 years ago, I may be able to make a good connection with Rupert II, the German who never really did like his father, Louis III.
The rest of The Lusty Fools, if they are willing, can get me once passage is booked for England.
Iommi-Tyr Magnusson will continue to study the astrological charts, information about Conflagratious, the current goings-on in London and other pertinent information as it presents itself.
Nacht looks from the dark-being to Hisao, a cacophony of fast paced clicks come from the hood.
" Amarini mo ōku, karera wa mimi to kuchi o kizutsukeru "