Post by The Viceroy (AdminM) on Mar 12, 2015 13:02:12 GMT
Captain Pierre was holed up in a Genevan tavern. A German tavern, of course. There is a place for wine but when you hit rock bottom there is nothing more comforting than a pitcher of bier. He admired the scene displayed in front of him. Two Swissmen were gambling a few benches across, they had no money but apparently a man's fingers were legal tender in this dive. A brawl was raging in the other room, and the wails of working girls echoed down the precarious staircase in the corner. Yes, there was no place better to go when you had hit rock bottom.
Pierre stood up, shakily. He had tried to lead his men to join the crusade, he just could not bring himself to take part in occupying Avignon. Only a handful of his men remained, most had fled to the New World. They had hoped the life of a mercenary would befit them, instead they sank into this. He wondered where his men had gone. He had been sat there a while, wishing the world away, and his compatriots must have left to find something that could pass as a bed.
As Pierre left the tavern he stumbled, having to prop himself up against a message board. He could read. Though a bastard, he had been treated well by his father, a low level noble. It was him he could thank for his rapid military promotion. The letters in front of him were spinning, whirring around his eyes, he started to feel nauseous. He stumbled forward, and fell into the dirt. He did not bother to drag himself up, instead he lay there. How long? He did not know, it was some time though. He wobbled in and out of consciousness to hear passers by laughing. One drunken fool even pissed on the Captain, receiving much applause and bellowing laughter from his drinking companions. As critically acclaimed a performance as had ever graced the theatres of Paris.
'Get up. Come on my child, get up.'
Pierre grunted.
'Get up, you disgrace yourself.'
Pierre opened his eyes. 'uhhh... wait... Your Holiness?'
To this day, Pierre swears he was lifted out of the dirt by the ghost of Pope Innocent XI. He has rallied to his cause the remaining deserters alongside other exiled Frenchmen in Switzerland, 1000 line infantrymen and 2,000 militiamen in total. Pierre also acquired the loyalty of one unit of Swiss guard. He sold one of his swords to pay for a new banner bearing the Odescalchi Red Lion perched atop a golden cross.
The Crusade of Capitaine Pierre begins to make it's way across Europe:
-1,000 line infantrymen (French)
-2,000 militiamen (French)
-1,000 Swiss guard (Swiss)
Pierre stood up, shakily. He had tried to lead his men to join the crusade, he just could not bring himself to take part in occupying Avignon. Only a handful of his men remained, most had fled to the New World. They had hoped the life of a mercenary would befit them, instead they sank into this. He wondered where his men had gone. He had been sat there a while, wishing the world away, and his compatriots must have left to find something that could pass as a bed.
As Pierre left the tavern he stumbled, having to prop himself up against a message board. He could read. Though a bastard, he had been treated well by his father, a low level noble. It was him he could thank for his rapid military promotion. The letters in front of him were spinning, whirring around his eyes, he started to feel nauseous. He stumbled forward, and fell into the dirt. He did not bother to drag himself up, instead he lay there. How long? He did not know, it was some time though. He wobbled in and out of consciousness to hear passers by laughing. One drunken fool even pissed on the Captain, receiving much applause and bellowing laughter from his drinking companions. As critically acclaimed a performance as had ever graced the theatres of Paris.
'Get up. Come on my child, get up.'
Pierre grunted.
'Get up, you disgrace yourself.'
Pierre opened his eyes. 'uhhh... wait... Your Holiness?'
To this day, Pierre swears he was lifted out of the dirt by the ghost of Pope Innocent XI. He has rallied to his cause the remaining deserters alongside other exiled Frenchmen in Switzerland, 1000 line infantrymen and 2,000 militiamen in total. Pierre also acquired the loyalty of one unit of Swiss guard. He sold one of his swords to pay for a new banner bearing the Odescalchi Red Lion perched atop a golden cross.
The Crusade of Capitaine Pierre begins to make it's way across Europe:
-1,000 line infantrymen (French)
-2,000 militiamen (French)
-1,000 Swiss guard (Swiss)
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