The events of the few weeks prior to Richard I's coronation were momentous. King Henry II was betrayed by his surviving sons, including his favorite, John, then died of what was widely believed to be a broken heart after capitulating to Richard. The Crusade is imminent. Eleanor of Aquitaine has been released from prison and has been accepting oaths of fealty on her son's behalf. Geoffrey Ridel, Bishop of Ely and former Chancellor of the Kingdom of England, died very suddenly (and very conveniently) in Normandy.
All of this launched a firestorm of communication, not all of it treasonous.
Your characters are welcome to correspond with other PCs, named NPCs, and other historical figures living at the time (with some right on my part to decline). Because of the speed of the Lionheart's return to England, all correspondence is limited to 3 exchanges. Events will simply overtake anything more than that, and final replies will not reach the recipient before the coronation.
Rules for the Pregame
Rules for the Pregame
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