Heroic stupidity and bigamy

Well, tonight's session was rather interesting, all things considered. After a few attempts at espionage, we wound up with our only option being the stupid one -- haring off into danger at high speed, following some imposter in the ranks of the most elite branch of the Musketeers so that he couldn't harm a princess of the blood and a well-known Vaticene cardinal. And to compound stupidity with sheer idiocy, our two primary combat bunnies were badly injured, one through his own stupidity (Pietro got himself into a duel with three people because he wouldn't apologise for pouring water on Elsa's head -- long story, ending with Pietro so badly wounded that he had to be tied to Axel's horse). And we'd handed over our handguns, so the only fully able-bodied armed combattant was Alison (read: me). So I sped off after the runaway coach containing princess and cardinal, jumped on top of it, threw a knife at the imposter and, when he brought out a sword and started doing me damage with it, I decided "fuck a bunch of this -- I'm going to tackle him off the moving coach". Axel was, at least, on top of the coach-horses, trying to slow us down, so neither Alison nor the imposter were killed. Unfortunately, imposter kept his sword, so managed to drop Alison before she could punch him down. Saving grace -- Elsa, still mounted, rode her horse over the imposter, leaving him barely alive and badly wounded. I got to be the big hero but Theus did I pay for it -- I haven't had that many wounds since I had her poking the wrong flagstone, triggering a booby-trap and getting three spears through the arm in a Syrneth temple.

After that, Pietro proposed (properly this time) and Alison and Pietro wound up getting married in an impromptu ceremony by someone who's only a level below Heirophant just so that knowledge of Pietro's first wife wouldn't come to the priest's attention until it was too late. It was kind of pagan and very romantic -- elite Musketeers marking the boundaries of the ceremony grounds and everything. And that's how I managed to follow in the footsteps of my fellow gamers both in heroic stupidity (which Francine pointed out time and again) and in getting hitched; that's the fifth party wedding we've had in the last year or so, real time. It's kind of like a soap opera, except that the wedding night was spent discussing Bonnie and Clyde scenarios because Alison's wedding present to Pietro was to give up Jennying for good and they're going to need money sometime. Not for awhile, though, because we were asked to join the princess's retinue and got paid a great deal (by our standards) for the privilege. Oh, and the best part? Alison, with the cardinal's approval (or at least acceptance), not only replacing "obey" with "cherish" in the vows, but altering one particular bit to state, "...through sickness, health and stupidity".

Right. Work in the morning, so shower and bed soon.