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http://pastebin.com/u/JoggibearIt is the Year of our Lord, 1135
And it is the eve of war.
In the holy kingdom of Jerusalem, a war host gathers. Ships dock in Jaffa, unloading foreign troops set for glory. They carry the banner of the Count of Foix, the holy emblem of the archbishop of Trier, company symbols of Genoa. French, Italian, German banners, swelled by the ranks of foreign adventurers from every corner of Christendom. And with these warriors come their attendants. Squires and camp followers, smiths, seamstresses, fletchers, surgeons, herders and looters and all manner of tag-a-longs that make this growing army a swarm of human life.
Others gather in Ramla. They came in fists, a handful at a time slowly overrunning the town. Templars, hospitallers, nobles and commoners, the priests and the layfolk. Breeding a camp town beyond the walls of the small town. Come to fight in the war planned by the lord of Ramla himself, Wilhelm. Their target, the sea-fortress of Egypt, Ascalon.
Eyes from every realm fall on the events unfolding in the holy land. Popes, kings, patriarchs and emperors, sit up to take note. Lords of Christ and Mohammed pause to consider the news that reaches them from these obscure ports. Storm clouds gather off the coast of Palestine, and the thunder is heard throughout the land.
Caught in the heart of all this are three siblings: Lord Wilhelm, his sister Mathilde, their half-brother Hugo.
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> Lord Wilhelm> Mathilde> Hugo 