Whitehands nods respectfully at Llewellyn, knowing the wounded young man might well have been killed facing him and Redvers both. "Wise decision sir," Earl Beaumont says with notable respect in his voice. He nods again and turns to ensure his interests are respected in the final accounting. "Your ma...

Whitehands had been lining up to strike de Burgh, but shifts his focus entirely to the Welshman whose taken command of Scotland's team. It isn't an especially skillful attack, but does get the better of Llewellyn. ---------- Attack, all on Llewellyn because I forgot to split for 2 opponents: Hits 12...

"Very good, Brunswick, you see to that one. Richard, you see to my son-in-law. I'll just be clearing a bit of space for you to work," Whitehands says rather shamelessly, dropping his flail to try to start hauling the great King of Scotland out of the scrum. He does seem to get Richard's attention, h...

Coming in range of a more worthy opponent, Whitehands' flail swings at the glorious king of Scotland.

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Attack: 10 for a normal hit.
Damage: 15 if it lands.

"Don't worry, my king, I'm not busy over here!" Whitehands roars as Mandeville hits the ground, and the grinning Beaumont rushes to engage King William of Scotland.

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Pride? Argh. Wrong time to feel modest. So ignore the second roll since it wouldn't actually happen. Grr.

Whitehands is proudly near the front and center of Richard's force, looking perhaps as proud as when he rode to war for the young king. A senior member of the Lionheart's right wing, he casts a skeptical look farther to his own right at Geoffrey. Clearly the younger man is one to watch. But not so c...

The conspicuous Robert Whitehands makes his appearance at the registration, not too shy to remind people who he is and what he's about. And has he mentioned lately that he's the king's best friend? Fortunately the Earl Marshal knows how Whitehands can be, and in the end the Earl Beaumont isn't so ov...

"All will know the House of Beaumont withstood this attempt at villainy, by the grace of God and in honor of our dedication to King Richard!" Robert roars, certain to be heard widely. In a kinder, more staid voice he continues, "If this knave can, by the will of a merciful God, have his life saved, ...

The False Waleran sweeps in with a strike toward Whitehand's legs. Attack roll of a lifetime on Whitehands, tn 15 : 1d20 9 On any normal knight, that might have been a telling blow, but Whitehands' skill and experience have far outclassed this up-jumped back-country hedge knight. Robert, seeing the...

Whitehands has thoroughly appraised his opponent, whoever he is in reality, and by the time Marshal bids them begin, he's feeling confident. Not confident enough to take chances, or to lash out with the true level of righteous indignation that he feels at this affront to his family, but confident en...

The knight dismounts and draws his sword. He salutes you as a worthy opponent, but it's easy to see that you have him outmatched. He's alright, certainly, but he's got nothing like your experience. His stance is three flavors of not-quite-good-enough. He might have given Waleran trouble, but Walera...

Robert de Beaumont, with his usual charming lack of smile or warmth is in the stands to observe the day's great bouts. He's pleased with his grandsons performance, up until the young man seems so distressed. With a roll of his eyes he stands and bellows at Giles, "Get on with it de Braose! See to th...

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."

"It pains me that you do not recognize me cousin, for though hard years have worn my features, I remember well our days together, and how many remarked we were as the Twins of old." He frowns. "But I cannot allow this man to continue his masquerade. As God as my witness, I will fight you if I have ...

The gentlemen see that the second man is an imposter. An extremely good one, but an imposter no less. "Ladies and Gentlemen," the False Waleran cries out, "I here and now lay down my accusation. Let it be answered, or let this man claiming to be me be driven out and slain for his impertinence!" The...

In the Early Night, Whitehands goes to speak with his friend the king about the Northumbria question, pointing out the good reasons for it to be with a trusted lieutenant of his majesty, beside the lands of Whitehands' son-in-law, da Quincy, and... either because he mentioned the offer's value in po...

The thundering ball of energy that is Robert Whitehands rapidly approaches the two riders that claim to be Waleran de Beaumont, trailed somewhat belatedly by a pair of guards in Beaumont livery who know what's good for them. Whitehands, not a giant but an imposing man even if he didn't seem energize...

Whitehands, seething with rage and on his feet in an instant, is immediately striding toward the "pair" of Walerans. His thoughts are a bubbling pot of curses unbecoming such a good Christian lord, but woe betide anyone short of the Lionheart himself trying to stand between Robert de Beaumont, his c...

Whitehands notes the young man's approach and, when doing so won't cause concern or disruption, moves closer so they might speak. "Good morning, Baron Montfort," the earl says with uncharacteristic warmth. Of course, warmth from him is akin to more general kindness from others. "I'm glad to see you...

"Quite so, Father. Have you decided what we are to offer Richard for the Northumbrian territories? My husband would certainly like to control more land near his precious Scots land, though I find this whole isle dreadful boring and grey. But I do like what we receive from it, well enough. Perhaps m...

Whitehands had invited the Warennes for a drink and to consult about pressing matters, a conversation he was not excited to have so late in the evening, but so it has gone. Perhaps he'll only have to deal with Hamelin by making the hour unattractive. The Earl Beaumont sits comfortably, awaiting howe...

She blinks at him, looking for all the world as if such an action shocks and perhaps appalls her! Then she bursts into laughter, the bell-like sound ringing for but a moment. "Of course I am, Father. Our Cousin Simon, of course, he is a handsome young man and powerful in his own right. And Geoffrey...

Arriving as the servant scampers off, the Earl Beaumont joins his daughter and associate in the stands, casting an appraising view at the assembled knights as well as those come to view. His eyes suggest he's looking carefully at almost everyone, though if he catches the eye of cousin Waleran, a sma...

Grandfather? Shaking off his fascination with... what did they call them? 'Danseurs Maurice?', He subtly moved in the direction of his grandfather. At a reasonable distance, the only polite thing to do was to wait for invitation to speak with him. Whitehands notes the young man's approach and, when...

Earl de Beaumont appears in court after a couple of days attending other affairs, looking around as impressed as he usually does with other human beings. But he's as close to Richard's throne as his station warrants, eager to remind all of his fidelity to the new king.

Additional fluff coming... -------------- 1. Description: Build a new curtain wall north from the middle of the existing city walls for a mile, then running directly east to just beyond where a turn directly south will clear the eastern face of the tower, bringing it within the wall but still able t...

The third man, looking in many ways the balance of Scotland and Warenne, is the Earl of Leicester, Robert de Beaumont. The famed 'Whitehands' looks a somewhat unassuming figure even in his battle array, golden-sheathed sword held aloft. In his round face, edged with salt-and-pepper hair and medium l...

Robert Whitehands, Earl of Leicester, was far from too proud to appropriately seat his daughter. After an affirmation from Simon, he gives a respectful nod to the gentlemen at the table, his face smiling and his eyes bright in an almost smug way. Making sure Margaret is comfortable, Whitehands sits ...