[D4, EA, Open] Templars, God, and Money
[D4, EA, Open] Templars, God, and Money
The Temple is a cheerier place than some might imagine. Sprawling, too, with auxiliaries of the order manning tables and fiddling with abaci up and down the principle hall. The templar knight leaves you in the capable hands of a yopic auxiliary, who looks up at the both of you with an exaggerated squint.
"How can the Order be of help to you gentlemen?" he asks in a distinctly Angoumois accent.
"How can the Order be of help to you gentlemen?" he asks in a distinctly Angoumois accent.
Gm * Man of Angles * Sionnach * Scealai *
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
- Simon IV de Montfort
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Re: [D4, EA, Open] Templars, God, and Money
"Please, sir, I shall let you go first. I have a letter to address-" He turned from the Lord of Norfolk to the man at the bank.
"Perchance can one borrow some ink? I have a quill and parchment, but..."
If given the ink, he would move to a nearby surface and begin writing.
"Perchance can one borrow some ink? I have a quill and parchment, but..."
If given the ink, he would move to a nearby surface and begin writing.
Simon IV de Montfort | Glory: 1500 | House: Unlaigned(ties to Beaumont)
Legendary Passions/Traits: Zealous | Traits: Head of full black hair, voice of Iron
Likely civil garb: Noble clothes, as suits the situation
Likely battle garb: Armour, Shield, Sword, Dagger(backup)
Squires: None, but has a valet
Speaks: French, Latin
Legendary Passions/Traits: Zealous | Traits: Head of full black hair, voice of Iron
Likely civil garb: Noble clothes, as suits the situation
Likely battle garb: Armour, Shield, Sword, Dagger(backup)
Squires: None, but has a valet
Speaks: French, Latin
Re: [D4, EA, Open] Templars, God, and Money
The ink was arranged post-haste, free of charge. The Earl, meanwhile, asks to see the Preceptor about a loan, mentioning an interesting opportunity, and is conducted into a back room.
Gm * Man of Angles * Sionnach * Scealai *
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
- Simon IV de Montfort
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Re: [D4, EA, Open] Templars, God, and Money
Meanwhile Simon begins writing, before counting out 65 pounds from his satchel. Once done, he approaches the desk.
"I wish to send these to Amaury de Montfort - can you convert these pounds to Francs?"
(Letter is in PF)
"I wish to send these to Amaury de Montfort - can you convert these pounds to Francs?"
(Letter is in PF)
Simon IV de Montfort | Glory: 1500 | House: Unlaigned(ties to Beaumont)
Legendary Passions/Traits: Zealous | Traits: Head of full black hair, voice of Iron
Likely civil garb: Noble clothes, as suits the situation
Likely battle garb: Armour, Shield, Sword, Dagger(backup)
Squires: None, but has a valet
Speaks: French, Latin
Legendary Passions/Traits: Zealous | Traits: Head of full black hair, voice of Iron
Likely civil garb: Noble clothes, as suits the situation
Likely battle garb: Armour, Shield, Sword, Dagger(backup)
Squires: None, but has a valet
Speaks: French, Latin
Re: [D4, EA, Open] Templars, God, and Money
"We certainly can, sir." And indeed they do, with an efficiency you had not thought to expect. Before you know it, the letter has been franked and set aside for the voyage home, the coins tucked where they need to be.
The young man behind the counter nods at the work done. "So, here for the coronation, then, sir?"
The young man behind the counter nods at the work done. "So, here for the coronation, then, sir?"
Gm * Man of Angles * Sionnach * Scealai *
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
- Simon IV de Montfort
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- Joined: Mon Aug 23, 2021 7:03 am
Re: [D4, EA, Open] Templars, God, and Money
Simon nodded in reply.
"Indeed - it has certainly been a lively one, no?"
"Indeed - it has certainly been a lively one, no?"
Simon IV de Montfort | Glory: 1500 | House: Unlaigned(ties to Beaumont)
Legendary Passions/Traits: Zealous | Traits: Head of full black hair, voice of Iron
Likely civil garb: Noble clothes, as suits the situation
Likely battle garb: Armour, Shield, Sword, Dagger(backup)
Squires: None, but has a valet
Speaks: French, Latin
Legendary Passions/Traits: Zealous | Traits: Head of full black hair, voice of Iron
Likely civil garb: Noble clothes, as suits the situation
Likely battle garb: Armour, Shield, Sword, Dagger(backup)
Squires: None, but has a valet
Speaks: French, Latin
Re: [D4, EA, Open] Templars, God, and Money
"I did not see it myself, but my brothers tell me a great bat disrupted the ceremony. Is this true? It seems a frightful omen."
Gm * Man of Angles * Sionnach * Scealai *
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
- Simon IV de Montfort
- Posts: 145
- Joined: Mon Aug 23, 2021 7:03 am
Re: [D4, EA, Open] Templars, God, and Money
"I did hear rumours, but saw nothing from where I was. It was further in the Abbey than I, but I know who to ask to verify. I agree it is a dark omen, though..."
Simon IV de Montfort | Glory: 1500 | House: Unlaigned(ties to Beaumont)
Legendary Passions/Traits: Zealous | Traits: Head of full black hair, voice of Iron
Likely civil garb: Noble clothes, as suits the situation
Likely battle garb: Armour, Shield, Sword, Dagger(backup)
Squires: None, but has a valet
Speaks: French, Latin
Legendary Passions/Traits: Zealous | Traits: Head of full black hair, voice of Iron
Likely civil garb: Noble clothes, as suits the situation
Likely battle garb: Armour, Shield, Sword, Dagger(backup)
Squires: None, but has a valet
Speaks: French, Latin
Re: [D4, EA, Open] Templars, God, and Money
"Makes you concerned, it does. But life is long, and omens have been overcome before. The Wheel turns, as they say." The auxiliary smiles good-naturedly, but there is a worried look in his eyes.
Gm * Man of Angles * Sionnach * Scealai *
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding