The Marshal steps forward. "This matter has ended. God has seen to the right, and by dint of the honor of his arms, Robert de Beaumont has proven the mendacity of this person who now lies broken on this our field. Let us bear in mind, then, the veracity of the true Earl of Warwick and the might of G...

The Marshal nods. "That would be just." The False Waleran is bade to stand before you in his clothes and with his sword at hand. He salutes you in the proper form, and lowers himself into a stance, ready to receive your attack. This is a foot combat with live weapons and no armor, with the character...

"Oof," the Marshal says, wincing.

The Marshal sighs. "Very well. Prepare a space for these men and call the King. We'll put an end to this right now."

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Fri Sep 17, 2021 4:32 pm

Whitehands glowers at the false Waleran, hard eyes unmoving.

"At my word, Marshal," he says levelly. "He'll recant, or I'll put him to the sword."

Marshal looks up at the knight. "Do you recant, sir?"

The Marshal sighs. "Right. So, it falls to me to devise a test to allow God to show us the right, here. As you are both fighting men...or claim to be...it would seem most appropriate that a trial by combat resolve this." That it would resolve both claims and save the true Warwick from a possible dru...

The Marshal arrives, looking between the three of you with an expression of supreme annoyance. Perfectly good helmshow ruined. "Alright, so, I've got claims and counter-claims of imposter-ing. Traditionally, the first claim would take precedence, however, as the second claim impeaches the credibilit...

You can see William Marshal struggling to make his way through the crowd in your direction, but you have time enough to bring this to a crisis if you wish. He is a long way off.

the Marshal nods grimly in reply, and then steps aside to allow Richard to address the crowd.

This seems to irk the Marshal.

"What tokens are there that could ensure an oath is kept? Ranulf de Glanville is no liar. Is his word not enough?"

Marshal let out a quiet sigh. "Not a pleasant task, lad. We're to have a chat with the former Jusiticiar at the Tower. His Majesty is a firm believer in using armed men as a negotiating tool."

The Marshal turns his great head to take you in once more. "Hm? Of course, lad. No trouble."

The Marshal shakes his head. "Not at all. You'll fit right in, where we're going."

And then the Marshal.

"One more for the road couldn't hurt, London being what it is." He looks over at you. "Know how to handle yourself, do you, lad?"

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