Castello di Spoleto, Spoleto

[Jokern]

Castello di Spoleto, Spoleto

Titles and Offices

Duke of Spoleto

Inhabitants

Duke Cesare I (Vittelo), 27 Angela Vittleo, sister of Cesare, 18

Wealth and Estates

Vault of Vitello Current Amount: 2 101 1002 Old Current Amount: 6 888 Yearly Income: 750 Income from Tax: 1 463 One-time Incomes: 1000 (Earned in event) Total Income 3 213 Expenses: Spoiler Alert, click show to read:  Yearly Expenses: One time Expenses: 8 000 (upgrading Orvieto to Small City) 1 700 (Hiring of Mercenaries) Total Expenses: 9 700 New Current Amount 401 Economical Records 1001 Old Current Amount: 4 025 Yearly Income: 250 Income from Tax: 613 One-time Incomes: 2 000 (Promotion to duke) Total Income 2 863 Expenses: Spoiler Alert, click show to read:  Yearly Expenses: One time Expenses: Total Expenses: New Current Amount 6 888

Possessions

Chainmail Armour Lock Box Silver Crucifix Ring Sword Crusader The Holy Bible

[Narf]

It was a night ripe for enchantment. A huge full moon, resplendent with the tinctures of apricots and wheat, and surrounded by a pulsing halo, held sovereignty over the night sky. A few wispy clouds fled before its majestic face, leaving the heavens naked, glistening blue-black, like the belly of some cosmic whale. In the distance, the moonlight lapped the city; the golden haze penetrated the contours of the roofs and streets to bathe the paved city floor. But the wall was tall and wide, and towers looming high an made many an area remain in inky darkness in contrast to the litup city. In one of these sheltered places on the wall a small fire had been lit. The flames were red and meager; they cast little light. A starveling trail of smoke rose up from the fire and drifted away into the cold night air. At the edge of the well of moonlight, a figure stood watchful beside the fire. A man, muscular and strong, with glistening, oiled armour. A heavy ring hung from his ear; his face was blank, impassive. Nothing ever happened when on guard duty. Nothing had in the years, he had been keeping guard on these walls, and nor did he expect anything to happen. He stirred; from a pouch looped around his waist, he took a bottle, fixed with a metal stopper. With a series of languid movements that nevertheless suggested the feral, easy strength of a lion, he uncorked the bottle and drank. Placing it with care in his belt again, he stared into the flames.

The man's head nodded, drooped. Now only the whites of his eyes showed; he slept where he stood. And who could blame him? His drink was sleep-drugged after all.

Out from the darkness someone stepped, past the fire, past the sleeper, into the lit ground. The very moonlight seemed to brighten in homage to her beauty. A girl: young, exquisite, she didn't lack adequate clothing, it was perfect for the task at hand, one akin to those which the serving girls had on in this castle. Her hair hung in long, dark ringlets that bounced with every tripping step. Her face was pale and smooth as porcelain, her eyes wide and studded with tears. Who could blame her? Her thoughts went to the poor guard and the punishment hed likely get for sleeping on duty. Alas, she had to put such moral quarrels aside and focus on the task. With a graceful movement she took his keys and proceeded further into the castle.

[ForteS]

It was night... A noble carriage approaches the Castello at full speed. Escorted by 8 horse mounted horses, 4 on the back, 4 on the front.... The carriage stops by the gate, one of the front guards dismounts his horse and directs him self to a guard patrolling the front gate. He informs the trooper that inside that carriage is Count of Toscana.

[Jokern]

It was night... A noble carriage approaches the Castello at full speed. Escorted by 8 horse mounted horses, 4 on the back, 4 on the front.... The carriage stops by the gate, one of the front guards dismounts his horse and directs him self to a guard patrolling the front gate. He informs the trooper that inside that carriage is Count of Toscana.

Count Otto is led inside the castle. Candles light up the walls that are covered in paintings and drapes in red and yellow with a white bull and a cross; the viscount's coat of arms. The count is showed into a great hall with a great oak table in the middle, covered in so many dishes that no one could count them all. Cesare sits at the end of the table on a great throne covered in red and yellow silk. He stands up and walks to Otto to properly greet his guest. He bows before Otto.

Count Otto, it is an honour to have you as a guest in my humble abode. I hope you had a safe trip here. Let me introduce myself; I am Viscount Cesare of Spoleto.

[ForteS]

Count Otto is led inside the castle. Candles light up the walls that are covered in paintings and drapes in red and yellow with a white bull and a cross; the viscount's coat of arms. The count is showed into a great hall with a great oak table in the middle, covered in so many dishes that no one could count them all. Cesare sits at the end of the table on a great throne covered in red and yellow silk. He stands up and walks to Otto to properly greet his guest. He bows before Otto.

Count Otto, it is an honour to have you as a guest in my humble abode. I hope you had a safe trip here. Let me introduce myself; I am Viscount Cesare of Spoleto.

OOC: Wait! I said horse mounted horses? Lol I mean horse mounted guards

Count Otto enters the castle. The walls were covered with paintings, the house holder was surely a art patron, or at least someone who enjoyed art... At the center was a coat of arms.

After a while they reach big door protected by two guards that promptly have it open... It was a great hall, however there was a table full of dishes of all sorts it was the man at the edge that more called Otto's attention. Sited on a great throne that was surely his host. The Viscount. Once his presence is noticed the man walks towards Otto, presenting him self, and confirming Otto's feeling. This was indeed the viscount.

The viscount bows...

Otto looks at the Viscount, surprised with his action...

"Please! Stand up, I'm the guest, not you... no need to bow!" - Otto laughs.
"Count Otto of Toscana! Pleased to meet you."

[Jokern]

OOC: Ok.

The shape turns around, but it is only one of the servants cleaning the room. They sigh and continue their guard. Nothing exciting has happened for years and the two men are bored. After a couple of minutes they hear another noise, but this time they're more cautious as they would get greatly punished if they injured any of the servants. They sneak up to the closed door to a room where they think the noise came from. They yet again draw their swords and open the door.

[m_1512]

1-5: Noticed.
6-10: Unnoticed.

Rolled.


Your guard tumbles on a wooden bucket near the door. He drops his sword with a echoing clang, while the bucket rolls away making a sound like a carriage wheel.
This noise give ample time and warning for anyone outside to hide.

[Narf]

She rubbed her fingers into her eyes. The girl's gaze wandered down into the well of darkness by her side. on her back was the leather bag. She swung it up in front of her, The sight of the bag made her stomach lurch; she closed her eyes, instinctively patting her coat to feel the reassuring hardness of the knife. Relax... all would be... fine. A sudden sick feeling swelled in her. It was not the tension of the job, this time; it came from deeper down, from the reservoir of fury that bubbled away perpetually inside. It was born of knowing that everything she did was utterly forlorn and without honour or morale. It was the only thing she was good at though. The noise from a clumsy guard receded; in its place she heard the song of silence, and the hum of distant activity, maybe a tavern in town or from the barracks.. She sneaked further into the building, finding the safe, should she fail... Well, she was under no illusion about the consequences if she was discovered while looting this treasure. With the silence of bats she flitted through the castle, flecks of moving graininess against the wall of black. Faint moonlight marked out the arched windows, but the inner castle was invisible. There was no moon to show the way. Her sneakered feet scuffed the stone slabs with the gentle rustling of dead leaves nudged by the wind. Placing some hair behind her ear she completed her job, finding the safe where the drunk servant had told it would be and got out of there as silent as she had appeared. Her leather-bag now ripe with the nights success.

Her soul felt almost as empty as the safe she had just left.

In the morning: The Guard: He raised his head, blinked, and with a rush awoke to the roar of the new day. Castle buzzing with activity. The light of the day had come on, and the moon, descended across the horizon, giving place for the suns' rule for the next many hours. On his lap he found five florins in a small leather pouch.

[m_1512]

She rubbed her fingers into her eyes. The girl's gaze wandered down into the well of darkness by her side. on her back was the leather bag. She swung it up in front of her, The sight of the bag made her stomach lurch; she closed her eyes, instinctively patting her coat to feel the reassuring hardness of the knife. Relax... all would be... fine. A sudden sick feeling swelled in her. It was not the tension of the job, this time; it came from deeper down, from the reservoir of fury that bubbled away perpetually inside. It was born of knowing that everything she did was utterly forlorn and without honour or morale. It was the only thing she was good at though. The noise from a clumsy guard receded; in its place she heard the song of silence, and the hum of distant activity, maybe a tavern in town or from the barracks.. She sneaked further into the building, finding the safe, should she fail... Well, she was under no illusion about the consequences if she was discovered while looting this treasure. With the silence of bats she flitted through the castle, flecks of moving graininess against the wall of black. Faint moonlight marked out the arched windows, but the inner castle was invisible. There was no moon to show the way. Her sneakered feet scuffed the stone slabs with the gentle rustling of dead leaves nudged by the wind. Placing some hair behind her ear she completed her job, finding the safe where the drunk servant had told it would be and got out of there as silent as she had appeared. Her leather-bag now ripe with the nights success.

Her soul felt almost as empty as the safe she had just left.

In the morning: The Guard: He raised his head, blinked, and with a rush awoke to the roar of the new day. Castle buzzing with activity. The light of the day had come on, and the moon, descended across the horizon, giving place for the suns' rule for the next many hours. On his lap he found five florins in a small leather pouch.

Rolled.
Gain 300 florins.

[Jokern]

Cesare smiles.

A man must recognise his current place in life, those who are below him, but most of all, those who stand above. This is the first time we meet and I did not know what kind of man you are. Please, have a seat.

Cesare shows Otto to the right side of the throne. Cesare himself sits down on the throne.

[ForteS]

Otto takes the seat pointed by Cesare, waiting to know the reason of his presence.

[Jokern]

Now, to business, so can we eat afterwards. As you of course know, our two realms are neighbours, and I would like to create an alliance between us. We aid each other in war, a normal alliance. I do have one thing to ask of you; the regions of Orbetello and Orvieto are mine. I want your guaranty that they are in your eyes already mine and I will recognise your further expansion in the north.

[ForteS]

Otto turns his face to Cesare,

"Dear Cesare..." - He laughs and then stops to explain,
"If I wanted those regions, they would already be mine by now... It's not my wish to cross your path, I wait the same from you... You have my guarantee, that my troops won't march south... AS LONG AS - He says with a stronger voice... yours don't march north without my agremment. I think that we both agree that we can only win by joining forces... "Divide et impera"?

[Jokern]

"Divide et imperia" indeed, Count Otto. I only the south interest me, so any regions north of me are as good as yours. I do not want a man like you as an enemy, but as an ally and friend.

[Gandalfus]

Duke Rolf arrives at the Castello di Spoleto

[Jokern]

"Very well! Do you have other matters you wish to discuss?"

For the time being, no. Let's get into this feast. I'm as hungry as a wolf.

Duke Rolf arrives at the Castello di Spoleto

The guards look confused. The man that just arrived looks like a powerful noble, yet they have not received any news that another noble would come. Either way, they let him in and he is shown to the grand hall where two men, dressed like nobles, are sitting. Upon a throne at the end of the table a man sits, dressed in clothes of finest silk dyed in red and yellow. He looks at the man who just came in, says something to the other man and stands up. He walks over to the man.

Greetings stranger, and welcome to my humble home. I am Viscount Cesare of Spoleto.

[ForteS]

"Divide et imperia" indeed, Count Otto. I only the south interest me, so any regions north of me are as good as yours. I do not want a man like you as an enemy, but as an ally and friend.

"Very well! Do you have other matters you wish to discuss?"

[Gandalfus]

Rolf grins, his beard covering his chin and neck beaded with sweat.
Hail, Viscount Cesare. I am duke Rolf of Saxony. It is a pleasure to meet you.

[Jokern]

Rolf grins, his beard covering his chin and neck beaded with sweat.
Hail, Viscount Cesare. I am duke Rolf of Saxony. It is a pleasure to meet you.

Cesare is surprised. What would one of the most powerful men in the Empire do in his home? He didn't show anything, of course, and made another deep bow.

Duke Rolf, you honour me with your presence here. I had no idea you would come, but I think we got room for more people. Please have a seat and tell me what you are doing here.

[Gandalfus]

He sat.
I have recognised the power, virtue, and honour of the lords of Italy. I have come to offer you an alliance.