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http://pastebin.com/rZQ8vVBdIt is the Year of Our Lord, 1135.
You are Wilhelm, Lord of Ramla.
And as ever you found yourself bordering on a crisis. Your brother Hugo has done the unthinkable, abducted a princess, child-ruler of Antioch no less, and found shelter behind the walls of Saracen Damascus. Diplomats in service to the Queen of Jerusalem have gone to the neutral city to petition for the return of Constance and her abductors, your brother and Raymond of Tripoli.
While this goes on, your brother's life possibly in peril, you still had to organize the muster for Ascalon. New men were arriving every day, in your own Ramla and in your lord Count Hugh's Jaffa. Levantine soldiers, soldiers from Germany and Italy, Frankish levies, some from stranger places. The word seems to have spread fast in Christendom and was attracting adventurers like flies to a stinking carcass. This was a boon in some measure, in others a frustration. Who commanded some of these freebooters come up from parts unknown?
And not just soldiers, for where soldiers marched others followed. Journeymen smiths, armourers and fletchers, tinkers and jacks, and pimps with gangs of whores in service who were generals in their own right. Women with scampering children, the families of some men who were loathe to leave them behind. Merchants with trinkets who knew soldiers were an easy mark with ready pay. Priests and surgeons who would make it their duty to care for the body and soul.
A roving nomad town with no lord or reeve to manage them.
