Announcer: “Our next entry asked me to read this...Ahem...Ladies & Gentlemen, representing the Crimson Knights, may I present the Champion of Champions, the Delight of Dutchesses, the Bellower of Bravado, the...uh...Purveyor of Pandemonium......Rombaer Le Rouge.”
Rombaer's Retinue begins its parade by, starting with Rombaer's squires. Promised a crust of bread and some salted meat, these pale, sickly orphans fly the flags. “Hopefully some salty bread and crusty meat will do,” Rombaer remarks.
Rombaer found the torchmen begging along the road to Carthal. Just a few coppers bought their loyalty, though they're a bit upset since Rombaer had them shave their heads. “Don't want to chance lice in this mane.” Rombaer told them. They carry some discount torches, 2nd hand horse blankets for capes, and some bamboo shields.
Next is Boja the Jester, juggling an animal horn, a goblet, and a short sword. “Hiring a mad man is easy. It's getting rid of them that's difficult.” Rombaer thought.
The ladies love Rombaer.
And last is Rombaer's unfortunate serf and medieval caddy, Nevolnik. Rombaer likes to brag that Nevolnik owes him a life debt, but really he won him in a game of chance. Nevolnik has to carry all Rombaer's gear, including his helmet. “Don't want the ladies to miss their chance to gaze on perfection.”
As Rombaer basks in the attention, he fails to notice the dark man looking down from above. "Steal my horse while I'm sleeping will you," he muttered. "Bufoon, you won't make it past the first round. I'll make sure of that."
A closer look at Nevolnik and Rombaer.
The Tourney is going to be a blast...I'm excited. Hope you like!