IC Tavern Thread

[OverKnight]

Thank you Friedrich.

Matthias accepts the beer and puts on the air of a Pub Philosopher.

No, it's too late for a change in title to alter the dynamic that's been established. In the beginning a different title would have made a difference, perhaps, but not now. I doubt any self respecting King would accede to it anyway.

Titles. . .they spent four hours debating the difference between a Crusader Count and a Count. Amazing. . .

Where was I?

[Privateerkev]

You have a point about the title. I am not fond of it to tell you the truth. But, it is in law and it was given by the Kaiser. For me to ignore that would be disrespectful to both. Plus, its a matter of military discipline. The title carries specific powers, duties, and responsibilities. It lays out what others can expect from me. In turn, the use of it by other shows respect. At least for the title but I hope to earn it for the person as well.

As for the difference between counts, yeah that one was interesting. But, the Charter does lay them out as two different things. Your brother was trying to claim that a Duke could could legally deal with crusader counts in exactly the same way he deals with counts simply because the law said he could deal with counts and those titles are one and the same. As King, I have never claimed the reverse. That would make for an interesting Diet debate. Because, if they are legally the same, I could then start setting building priorities for every county in every Duchy that does not have a count.

*smiles*

Jan drinks his beer

[Ferret]

Dieter walks into the tavern and orders a beer at the bar to take his mind off the important matters of the moment. He has cast his vote and all he can do now is hope his man wins.

[Cecil XIX]

Edmund Becker unceremoniusly enters the bar. He plops down on a barstool and orders a whisky, mumbling to himself.

Another household army... Why has the lord cursed me to secure territory when my own legacy is very much insecure?

He shuts up when the drink arrives.

[Privateerkev]

Jan walks in followed by Gunther and Max. The three go to the bar and order beer.

With a grin on his face Jan is excitedly talking to Gunther about troop dispositions.

"And I want the militia to be retrained with the new armor that will come out of Edessa. And make sure the crossbowmen train on horse sized silhouettes. Be sure the horses get re-shooed before battle, I don't want them stumbling when they charge. Scout out the pass to the northeast of Edessa for that Turkish army that is snooping around. And I want a watchtower in that corner when your done. And make sure Chancellor Matthias watches the area south of Jerusalem. I don't want to get our knickers pulled down like last time. And..."

"Sir!", interrupted Gunther.

Jan looked startled, "What?"

Gunther sets his beer down and asks, "Why are you happy? Duke Ansehelm is quite upset with you. Other Counts are testing their boundaries by picking fights with you. CA 12.7 passed because one of your own crusader counts voted on it. The whole Diet is debating whether we are even to be in Outremer. Why are you smiling so much?"

Jan looked at Gunther and beamed, "Because I got a letter from a lady."

Gunther looked hard at Jan for Jan was not known to be the ladies man and said, "A lady my King?"

"Yup!" answered Jan, "The fairest lady in all the world."

"Well you old dog you!" said Gunther as he clapped Jan's back. "Max and I have been watching your room so close, we didn't know you were having anyone in there."

Jan shook his head, "Its not like that Gunther. This lady is a friend. Looks like our problems are over. We'll leave the politics here to the politicians. As for us, we get to go back to Outremer and kick the Mongols out once and for all."

Jan excitedly returns to talking about logistics...

[AussieGiant]

Duke Arnold enters the Tavern. Dress in an elegant but simple black outfit, he takes a seat at his usual table by the hearth.

Ordering a beer he sits at his table alone reading through numerous reports.

[EternalOlympia]

A woman dressed in a tight-fitting but smudged bliaut nearly runs out from the tap room holding a large wooden mug full of frothing dark beer. She slows as she approaches Duke Arnold's table, tucks a stray curl behind her ear, and sets the mug in front of Arnold. She smiles at him and glances quickly at his reports.

Ah, I see you read! Can't imagine looking at hen scratches like that and making sense of them.