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Dear, sweet Aloysius Castleroy. Where to begin? You were born to a fine noble family with wealth beyond imagining, but it never inflated your ego. Instead, you learned to love your work in the spice trade – peppers particularly! – but sadly you always found it difficult to interact at court due to, well, your honest and straightforward nature. You hold views that are very contrary to many in France, being a man well beyond your times. For example, you believe in a woman’s right to education, to her own inheritance, and her right to choose a husband. However, that is not your most radical trait.
You have recently converted to Protestantism, believing the Catholic church to have become corrupt and lost its spiritual path. Make no mistake, however. You are still French and support Mary, Queen of Scots wholeheartedly. You simply share a belief system with…well, her enemies. Wouldn’t it be lovely if faith was simply a personal thing, instead of a political tool? You win when all threats to France are eliminated.
Innocent Evangelical: Despite your allegiance to France, if investigated, your controversial religious preference may be revealed. As such, it may be best to tread carefully in the days ahead. [Miller Role]
Pepper?: You may, ONCE during the game, offer one of your signature peppers to a member of the court during the Dayphase by saying, “Would you like a pepper, [target]?” The delicious treat will be so spicy that they will find it hard to do much of anything for the rest of the Dayphase, much less vote! [1-Time Use: Blocks a person from voting during the Dayphase. The total vote count required to lynch will lower accordingly.]
*Note: You are a fictional character who only exists in the Reign universe. (Also, your fandom nickname is Pepperpots.)
A horrified gasp rings out as the realization that Chirbo was innocent finally settles upon those gathered. "He was a heretic," one still says, softly, but the panic that had fueled those gathered just moments ago has already begun to fade into dread.
"What are we becoming?" a noblewoman whispers, and no one knows how to answer her.
"May God have mercy on our souls."
Night mercifully blankets the catacombs once more in shadow, and each noble takes to their own corner of the passages, left to contemplate the weight of what they have done.
IT IS NIGHT TWO OF THE SIEGE
KING HENRY II SITS ON THE THRONE OF FRANCE
GOD SAVE THE KING!
You now have 48 hours to message me your night actions. Good luck!
As the mother of Mary, Queen of Scots, your allegiance is clear enough. You want your daughter protected, at all costs. Though she has been the Queen of Scots since she was but a babe, it’s you who has really kept Scotland together, hasn’t it? You’ve served as regent for so, so many years. The burden of the crown wears on you, but moreso, your failure to keep Scotland intact plagues you with guilt. That’s why you put together this marriage alliance between Scotland and France; Scotland is falling weak to Protestant unrest, and only the Catholic forces of France will do to keep the Stewart rule intact. Never mind England, should Mary’s claim be realized. Regardless, if you’ve learned anything from all the political unrest in your country, it’s how to be aware of the people around you. If this is the only skill you have at your disposal to protect your daughter, and your country, so be it.
You are Scottish and allied with France. Like your daughter, you are a staunch Catholic. You win when all threats to France and Scotland are eliminated.
Regent Queen of Scotland: You may send a servant to track the activity of any suspicious courtier at night, and they will report back their actions to you before daybreak. [Tracker Power]
A solemnity settles on those present, one far worse than any from Chirbo's lynch the previous day. This has confirmed your worst fears: there are those among you who wish you dead.
But if there were two screams...why was there only one body?
IT IS DAY THREE OF THE SIEGE
KING HENRY II SITS UPON THE THRONE OF FRANCELONG MAY HE REIGN!
Everiine said:"'Cause the fighting don't stop till I walk in."-Synkarin's Lament.