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Welcome to A Song of Revenge and Gold: House Malroy Quest. In which you take the reins of a House of storied glorious past since Aegon’s Conquering, but whose fortunes have taken a turn for the worse in the doom that Robert’s Rebellion brought. Taking place in 284AC a year after the Rebellion has ended you are Brynden Malroy, second son to Lord Vamos Malroy and Lady Esemella Hayford and the last living heir to Steadhold and House Malroy.

House Malroy is a pre-genned House designed around the idea of a story within the Crownlands of a House fiercely loyal to the Targaryens and their attempts to live in this new world after Robert’s Rebellion. The new Lord Brynden Malroy is as well pre-genned but will take direction from the players in his ways and how he develops himself further. This Quest will be moderately more story driven than others of its kind, but the development of the House and her lands will take just as much importance.

If you’ve played the one of the many Quests within the ASoIaF setting the rules of the SIFRP system should be known. I will be using the Game of Thrones edition, as well as a few of the expansions namely OOSP and a few house rules which will be explained as we come to them. If you have questions about how things work or why certain actions are taken I can explain them as we go along. In truth this is a learning experience for me as well.

Google Documents Mastersheet:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WiZG5xtDqbQKI31IIbqNb4zTmooivb0Ns_J6EatgWgY/edit?usp=sharing

Twitter:

https://twitter.com/RevengeGoldQM

Archive:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=House%20Malroy

And now without further ado.
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Steadhold had become busy in your short time away from her, exceedingly busy almost. Wesley’s Melee had drawn quite the turnout from the local regions and more than a few had already arrived for the event, from your solar in the castle proper you could see the sea of colors and standards from across the realm. It was surreal, mere months ago the yard was nothing more than mud and broken wood, a memory of its former glory. Now it was beautiful, freshly sodden, alive with the sounds of merriment and jest. Gawen had his hands full with all of the horses that had come along with their masters but it served his purposes as well, coin passed hands to examine pedigrees, receive his stamp of approval, in some cases if the colors and blood were strong he would pay for a round of studding of the horse. Every evening one of his stablehands would report a sum to Maester Benjin and he would tally it with the ever increasing list. Gawen’s services to your family had been invaluable for decades, but now it truly spoke to you his worth, the opinion of such a master of his craft, there was worth in your horses to be certain, but their keeper knew how to pull every penny. Your cousin to say the least was nothing but smiles, his months of hard work having finally paid off, the ever growing lists, nearing two hundred now, made the young man giddy. But he handled it all with a seriousness, he understood there was more to this than the martial prowess of Knights, there was an element of posturing of your own purpose. Across the bridge you would stare, hard, unflinching, and dare him. Dare that bloody bastard to respond. Would he be so bold? You had no idea, but in your heart of hearts you wished for foolish action, a single misstep.
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Having finished dressing yourself you decide it is time to attend your monthly meeting, it was hardly a matter of importance this month, simply a quick recap and your signatures and blessing of the decisions Ser Mason Flowers had made. Your old friend had settled into his role with a quick easiness that almost startled you, he had made purpose to gather as much wealth as he could and was on a constant recruiting mission, the Sons of Gold and their patrols about your lands had drummed up support from more than a few sources. The smallfolk, meager as they were, had been happy for the presence of trained military, the Loyal Bows and your new regiment of infantry had practiced often in areas of high visibility. You were flexing your muscles so to speak, the merchants that traveled the Goldroad and Blackwater Rush had appreciated the gesture and you noted an increase in holdover trade in Steadhold’s markets, There was a fair amount of stands in the town’s circle as well, taking over the once desolate area replacing it with the hustle and bustle of trade that came with your guests. All the while Mason had kept up with the upkeep of the castle, working with Gawen and Elionwy to ensure an easy few months, all the while beginning his own self improvements as Master-of-Arms, there were a fair fewer aides about the armory, scouring plate and mail, keeping the horses, sharpening blades, fletching arrows with blackened shafts, and there was even a lad Mason had begun to teach his letters and numbers to keeping an inventory of your House’s stores. It seemed odd to remember Mason being so worried of your military, and in a few short months you were now here, not a military power by any stretch, but enough of a resurgent one to remind your neighbours what your House was once known for, your father would have been proud.
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The trip to the great hall was short as it always was from your chambers, before opening the door you took a deep breath, steadying yourself, grounding. You were a Lord. The Lord of Steadhold and her domains, this was your home, these were your people. They were your focus now, the grand games of the Realm could wait a few months until your betrothed arrived, until such time you need make your name not one to be trifled with, nor so haphazardly thrown aside. You push through, a wave of quiet rippling from your point, all eyes turnt to you. Your small council already waited, standing on the dias in a neat line, the shining plate of Mason and Lucas capping either end, the beauty of Elionwy of Myr in stark contrast to the rugged nature of Gawen, and the elderly Benjin looking all the more for it by your cousin Ser Wesley Hayford. To the side Ser Dontos Malroy stands with two young squires flanking his sides, the left your own Arron Qorgyle clad in scarlet and black, looking nervously about as he often did in his new home and to his right, your son Victus Waters, smiling his lopsided gappy smile. It looked as if your entire household was in attendance, but it mattered little, your steps echoing throughout the hall, announcing your presence, usually enough to make them give leave, but today they stood, in silence, waiting, watching. You noted Mors the Marsher, with the Jons by his side. the Sons as well, Solhas Za Tarbeck, Barq Zos, Yondril, Ser Victor Haigh, and the captain of your infantry, Rafe Roper you had only met briefly. Mason is the first to break ranks and meets you halfway, a gesture to the side brings a servant with a platter of two cups that minds the gap between the two of you, his out stretched hand finally connecting you two in a short moment of relief from the quiet. He smiles, broadly, and suddenly it dawns on you, there was purpose in this little gathering, and this bloody bastard was the source of it.
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“Welcome home my Lord,” he says, calling you such felt so odd to hear from the man that had screamed, ‘Brynden you bloody whoreson!’ across the battlefield more than once in Essos. He hands you the goblet of wine, taking his own and walking past you raising it. As you had walked through the hall others had been given their own goblets, your eyes glaze over your council being given their own as you turn to watch Mason.

“Today. We celebrate, people of Steadhold. Our Lord, the head of this House, the man that brought together a Household of misfits from beyond the Narrow Sea, of across the realm, and focused them to singular purpose. Despite what whispers may have you think Lord Brynden Malroy is a humble man, having thrown off the yoke of his name and all it demanded once, for a simple notion, love. He did not wish for this, did not envy his brothers, he only wished for his own future. To be remembered by those he loved, to be have his pockets lined with gold, to be the best bloody sellsword across the Narrow Sea,” Mason throws a smile to you, having walked down the hall across from you, “But it was not his fate, his destiny. Tragedy is what brought this House together as you see her now. In another life no man here would find himself calling Myrmen his brother’s in arms, no man would find love in the oddest of quiet place, no man would know what it is what like to be united as one under a man such as Lord Brynden Malroy. So today, we celebrate, to his honor, to his return, to the announcement of his betrothal to Lady Obella Qorgyle of Dorne, and to a future. Ride unto the Sunset!”
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The hall echoes his words, raising their cups in approval, while you stare dumbfounded at your old friend, his cup extended your way, his nod indicating your own. You bring the cup to bear and raise it yourself, drinking in the cheers of your Household and drink to Mason’s toast. The sweet red fills you with a confidence, feeling as if you were drinking in more than just the alcohol. Your Knight meets you again and pulls you to his side, your eyes catch the hall beginning to empty finally, and you are lead to your seat upon the dias. A small nod of acknowledgement around the table allows them to be seated, squires taking their positions behind their respective sponsors, even Victus, a first for your Uncle. Eliowny kisses Mason on the cheek and his pale flesh turns red immediately, eliciting a laugh from yourself. Benjin looks over his papers, finishing a conversation with Gawen of his opinion of matter not yet known to you.

“My Lord. Now that Ser Mason is done stroking your ego, perhaps you may wish to speak of a few matters?” Mason laughs and you cannot help to join him, Lucas and Wesley doing so as well, even Dontos cracks a smile. Your Maester rolls his eyes and pushes forward three particular documents,”Any of these my Lord.”

>Speak of matters of War
>Speak of matters of the Melee
>Speak of matters of your Domains
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>>44093244
>>Speak of matters of the Melee

Let's start light hearted.
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>>44093244
>>Speak of matters of the Melee
Easy stuff first
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>>44093244
>Speak of matters of the Melee

Seems the most urgent and i dont think we should even consider war yet. Prepare for it just in case but that should really only be it. It depends on things go once we return to Kings Landing for our reward.

Also the next time we roll for House Fortune we should probably get Population.
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nth for our greatest ally!
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>>44093379
As funny as that joke is. He still is our actual greatest ally. We all knew we were going to get assfucked in Dorne. We just didnt know it was going to be without lube.
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>>44093244
>Speak of matters of the Melee

Note: we need to arrange a meeting with the hand as soon as possible.
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Father. Think there is a chance we could invite the House Thorne to either the melee or the wedding ?

While i dont think we can make friends with them i do hope we could patch things up with them so they atleast wont be against us.
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>>44093391
What he did wasn't even that bad to be honest. He only humiliated us and nothing else.
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>>44093468
We might as well send out invitations to celtigar and his little alliance as well. I doubt to hell they'll accept but at least it'll be polite.
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>>44093468
>>44093486
We are sending that wedding invite to Bobby B right?
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>>44093534
Yeah. Because what he wants is to be in a castle full of Dornishmen and Valyrians.
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>>44093534
Yep. Alongside a personal letter explaining whats gonna happen with our Dornish allies coming.
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>>44093553
Let's put up some dragon banners too.
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>>44093559
Not the point.
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Redward>Malroy
By the way Father did you update the Dispositions of Houses & People of the Realm ?
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>>44093689
Mother pls go.
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Exchanging glances about the table finally calms itself and you fix Benjin’s papers with a seriousness. You pick at each before settling on a relatively easy target for your gathered council, and one you know Wesley is itching to speaking of, “Let us begin with the Melee, Benjin.”

“Very well my Lord. Ser Wesley?”

Your young cousin nearly jumps out of his seat in his eagerness to speak of the Melee, “Cous- My Lord. The Tourney grounds were finished while we awayed, I do imagine they meet your standards?”

“Of course Wesley, I believe they meet more than just mine if our turnout is any indication.”

Wesley nods and Benjin interjects, “By our tallies we can expect a turnout of no less than three hundred my Lord. The majority of the Knights that have arrived are of the Noble Houses of the Realm my Lord, no doubt Hedge Knights will fill out the rest of the lists.”

Three hundred was a far more impressive number than you had expected, you suppose your rather loud arrival home in the past months drummed up a little more interest. That among them only twenty were to come into your service was incredible, and a few of your Household had intended to join as well. Wesley, Duncan, Lucas, all had intentions. You were still far below your new minimal after the Tourney in King’s Landing, fifty was far more an impressive number but you hardly the strength to bring in the extra numbers to fill them out now, not in such sort notice. Perhaps later, you could always use more riders or perhaps if your sanctions were raised yet again a cadre of footed Knights. Thoughts for later.
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“A few weeks yet remain my Lord,” Wesley continues, “Of course House Longwaters and Conklyn will be attending, and obviously mine own, Hayford, and I do believe Chelsted and Chyttering. It is a shame House Qorgyle simply cannot with so little time, but I believe we could invite a few more highborn guests if you are so inclined. Beyond that our stores are stocked, though the guests do tap our cellars with every passing day, if I may suggest at the beginning of the month when our incomes come in, an extra dragon towards a feast of magnitude would be appreciated.”

You frown, not entirely sure of exactly who else you would invite now. Many of your neighbours were your enemies or simply didn’t care for you such, old grudges died hard. The other Valyrian Houses were not particularly fond of you at the moment, nor was House Benedorn where you aunt resided. Spending extra money to keep your guests happy however was not entirely beyond you, the more highborn guests that attended the more it would be necessary as well.
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Mason speaks in the silence the matter reminding him of something of note, “Brynden. While you were away the first of the guests that had arrived was a small group from the Westerlands. Two Knights, a squire and the man they were escorting. They requested to speak to you when you had arrived.”

The mere mention makes the hairs on your neck stand up, Westerland Knights? You hadn’t thought they would attend, tensions certainly weren’t light in the region. Though clearly they intended to compete if they had arrived so early. Your face twists in thought and the table speaks in quieter tones, Benjin asking Mason of particular numbers that he cannot recall that Elionwy fills in for in her silent way. You catch her eyes glancing to your silver hair here and there, a bite of her lower lip showing a degree of worry yet still. Many small things, yet worthwile.

>Spend 1 Wealth on feasts for the duration of the Melee (+1 Influence gain at the end)
>Do not

>Meet with the Westerlands envoy
>Do not

>Any others you wish to invite?

>>44093689
Yes I have, added a few others, and a few things changed up and down. Not too too much.
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>>44093746
>Spend 1 Wealth on feasts for the duration of the Melee (+1 Influence gain at the end)

No one should be able to accuse us of not running a proper tourny.

>Meet with the Westerlands envoy
Would be wise to hear them out

>>Any others you wish to invite?

House Thorne.
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>>44093746
>>Spend 1 Wealth on feasts for the duration of the Melee (+1 Influence gain at the end)
>Meet with the Westerlands envoy
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>>44093789
>>Any others you wish to invite?
>>44093746

Should really check who else.

House Stokeworth
House Rosby
House Antlers
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>>44093746
Yes
Yes
House Cafferen
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If you want to get a lay of the land here's the realm at large, I've mentioned it before but in this canon you replace House Rollingford in location. So there's your immediate options.
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>>44093746
>>Spend 1 Wealth on feasts for the duration of the Melee (+1 Influence gain at the end)


>>Meet with the Westerlands envoy

>>Any others you wish to invite?
This list >>44093837
and house Thorne
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>>44093789
>>44093837

Thorne, Stokeworth, Rosby, and Buckwell. All easy enough.

>>44093859
Wow that is random as hell. I mean I get it they were Targaryen Loyalist, but sure fuck it.

I'll be handling this as a Status test, with Benjin rolling. Just to make it easier.

Any others?
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>>44093949
The Selmy's? They seem pretty far away, though.
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>>44093949
I don't think we should invite the valyrian houses, but what about the Crackclaw Point ones? Brune and Crabb are my suggestions.
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>>44094000
Little too far yes.

>>44094043
I can do both of those.

Alright don't see any particular support for anything else.

So we'll invite:

Thorne
Stokeworth
Rosby
Buckwell
Brune
Crabb
& randomly Caffen, because that doesn't look suspicious

I'll handle the rolls off screen for that and let you guys know later. Time to talk to some Westerlanders.
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Thread is so quiet today.
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>>44094158
Because there are faceless men everywhere.

Btw. I guess we will also have a talk about the wedding with our people.
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>>44094158
4chan died for a few minutes
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>>44094158
>>44094169
4chan's servers are acting weird
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>>44094158
Maybe we should have waited to have the tourney so more Dornishmen could come. We need to start networking there.
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I can only imagine how it is for the merchants coming from the west.

Having to pretty much sprint through Redward lands to get away as quickly as possible into the safty of Malroy land. We should probably bring that up to the westerland envoy. Their merchants and fewer and poorer than usual.
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“Benjin, ready invites for these Houses,” you say having scribbled down a few of your neighbours, and others among the Crownlands, you were unsure if any would even respond, Stokeworth and Rosby seemed more firmly in the Crown’s pocket, Buckwell and Thorne were mysteries, and the only reason the Crackclaw Point Houses came to mind was because you had seen their colors among the lists already.

“I’ve a few suggestions myself, nephew,” Dontos interrupts, his face looking slightly off, “House Fell and Cafferen are both close enough to the Crownlands to still attend. They were once allies of your late Uncle, Lord Luther Benedorn if I remember correctly.”

And by allies you knew he meant Loyalists, they were unknowns to you, in far more ways than you preferred, and Dontos was being rather blatant with his intentions this time. Boldly so even. It was unlike him. But perhaps there was reason.

“Very well Uncle, Benjin add them as well.”

“As you say my Lord.”

Turning to another matter you face Mason again, “Mason who are these Westerland Knights?”

“From your cousin’s lists the two that have entered in the grand Melee are Ser Titus Sarsfield and Ser Lyonel Hill. The former’s squire, Robb Brax has entered in the Squire’s Melee. However while you were away they did not wish to speak of their escorted guest. Only wishing to speak to you directly.”
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Frowning again you wave a hand aimlessly, supposing you should send for them, before Mason responds with the question you nod and he sends a page after them. Apparently they had not been far, perhaps waiting in the foyer. The Knights as described flank a rather portly man in simple brown robes, with a crystal hung by leather thong about his neck. He is balding but there is still a golden yellow to his hair. Behind him follows a tall and lean boy with the first dusting of hair upon his cheeks, not much younger than Wesley if you had to guess at it. They bow as one before the dias, with the man in robes standing first to your summons.

“My Lord, my name is Septon Tytos, but a humble servant of the Seven above,” he says, still bowed to a degree, “I had heard word that your Sept has stood empty far too long, and I came with these good Knights in hopes of attending the needs of your populace and home. If you would so allow it my Lord.”

Dontos perks up and suddenly an interest is in his eyes, you had not been entirely sure of where to find a Septon, you were good at throwing coin at projects to begin them, and luckily your household was good at finishing them out. The name sat oddly with you though, particularly from the Westerlands, and you are not entirely sure of how to respond.

>Any questions for Septon Tytos?
>Any questions for his escort?
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>>44094282
>>Any questions for Septon Tytos?

Tytos? Have you any realtions with the Lannister's?

Not sure how posting is working with the site supposedly down.
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>>44094282
>Any questions for Septon Tytos?

"Named after the late Tytos Lannister?"

Must resist urge to gut him like a fish.
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>>44094298
Huh. I hadn't even noticed it being down. Hm... That would explain the lower than usual turnout.

I may need to shift around what we're doing today if that's the case.
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>>44094282
>Any questions for his escort?
You, boy. Where do you come from?

Ask it quickly and forcefully so he can't think of a lie.
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>>44094309
It was actually alright when you started
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>>44094309
I think it is mostly because there isnt much to discuss right now.
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>>44094211
Perhaps we can make use of that somehow.
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>>44094282
>>44094211
Tell him we are suprised to see him as we dont get much visit from the Westerland anymore.
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Be friendly, but I don't like the idea of this guy at all. I don't want him around our shit.

Spies could be anyone. And even if he isn't, it would be better to be safe than sorry.
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>>44094363
DO bring up the fact that the last time our family let in a lannister they sacked our castle and killed half our family.
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testing
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So since it's a melee, is there going to be no jousting and 1v1 foot fights, or will they just not be the focus of the tournament?
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>>44094420
Melee will have group fights and will end with 1v1 fights of the winners from the group fights.
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“Tytos? Named for the late Lord Tytos Lannister?” you ask with a quirked eyebrow.

He grimaces, “Rather I had been named at the same time my Lord. But yes, one and the same, I was once a Lanny of Lannisport. A name long since lost to me.”

There is a sudden tension in the air, you glance over to Mason, and he is suddenly very quiet and without a smile upon his face, he hadn’t known or realized. You could hardly place the blame on him, it was unlikely every man woman and child that passed through Steadhold could be screened, but it still disconcerted you.

“Septon Tytos, you are aware the last time a Lannister stepped foot in Steadhold she was nearly razed to the ground, and I found myself with one less brother and father?” you respond in a flat tone. Ser Lyonel and Titus both tense up in response, with the squire behind not entirely sure of what had just occurred.

“Very, my Lord, there are very few who do not. They were but soldiers, following orders under the banner of the Lion, but it was an ill thing that occurred here.”

“Then why have you come?”

“To repent my Lord. The Faith demands as such. To heal old wounds. In the name of peace. I would not expect to be invited into your home, not immediately, perhaps never. But if in some small way I can help, I ask that I be allowed.”
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Quiet fills the room again, Dontos’ rasping upon the oaken table being the only noise to break it, you turn to him and he looks put out by the situation. His faith was his driving force, the Sept being rebuilt had been done in hopes of rebuilding your relationship with your Uncle, at least to some extent. But he held that grudge against the Westerlands harder than you had, this sat with him poorly to say the least.

“My Lord, if I may speak,” Ser Lyonel asks in an attempt to break the silence. You wave him leave, and he coughs, gathering his thoughts, “Septon Tytos is my granduncle, and while the honor of the Lannister name may be called into question he is no longer of them. He is a good man through and through. When we arrived he did not wish to intrude, we waited, did not call upon your castellan in excess. He held service before your Sept, inspected it, gave blessings to births and married no less than twenty of the smallfolk. He is earnest in his wishes, I would add my voice to his in requesting your leave to serve.”

“And I as well,” Ser Titus adds, Robb Brax chiming in afterwards.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, it was a frustrating situation, the people’s happiness spoke to easier dealings with them, but that name. It bothered you. It bothered Dontos. But if were to be kept at a distance it would be easier to watch him, if old loyalties had not died a disgraced Septon was a fair blow to your opposition.

>Accept Septon Tytos service (He’ll only stay in the Sept, never coming to the castle without your leave)
>Refuse and send him away (The Westerland Knights will also leave, not competing in your Melee, there will be some political statement behind that.)

>>44094420
Order of events:

Open Field (To trim the fat)
Team Rounds (To get us down to the 20 that will enter your service)
And then singles in a bracket to determine the winner and who will become the Captain of the company.
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>>44094420
But to answer your other questions, no Jousting, because I wanted to do something a bit different.

There will also be a Squire's Melee.
And an Archery Contest.
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>>44094439
>Accept Septon Tytos service (He’ll only stay in the Sept, never coming to the castle without your leave)

"Very well. But if i just hear the smallest word of treason i will have you both torn apart by horses"
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>>44094439
Is there any chance to hire the ones who werent in the top 20 to join on as Infantry ?
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>>44094439
>Refuse and send him away (The Westerland Knights will also leave, not competing in your Melee, there will be some political statement behind that.)

Lannisters are toxic don't touch them.
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>>44094477
Technically yes, but they would each count against your 50 Knight limit.
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>>44094439
Can we just accept him and not the kid with him?
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>Malroy thread, happiest day of the week
>4chan takes a shit

Life is such ass.
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>>44094485
>there will be some political statement behind that.)

It may be used against us i think. How we are really not trying to be peaceful and causes old wounds to open up. I am sure Cersei would love to use that against us.
>>44094496
>Technically yes, but they would each count against your 50 Knight limit.

Ah never mind then
>>44094505
>Can we just accept him and not the kid with him?

Whats wrong with the kid ?
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>>44094439
>Accept Septon Tytos service (He’ll only stay in the Sept, never coming to the castle without your leave)

Fine
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>>44094439
>Accept Septon Tytos service (He’ll only stay in the Sept, never coming to the castle without your leave)

I'm trusting you not to fuck me dad.

Man that was a sentence.
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Just let him serve in the Sept. Not worth reopening wounds from a war we lost
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>>44094510
Join the Redward thread. Protag is a lot better.
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>>44094513
>Whats wrong with the kid?

Maybe nothing, but if we're going to be taking on a Lanny septon, I want him to be as isolated as possible. Also, Petyr Baelish started out as an unassuming kid, and look what happened.
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>>44094513

I feel like it's a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation. If we send him away, the Lannisters use it to disparage our character. He's definitely still on the family payroll, though, so if we let him in we're giving an enemy spy our blessings and access to the hearts and minds of our smallfolk.
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>>44094505
What do you have against Robb Brax? He's just a squire to Ser Titus Sarsfield.

>>44094535
I should run a Redward thread some day, that would be fucking hysterical. Royce is such a prick.
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>>44094547
If we have him isolated in the Sept and have him under constant survalliance we should be fine.
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>Trust me, I'm kind....
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>>44094547
As father pointed out though: If he gets caught starting shit it would be a huge blow to the Lannisters, and there actually is a decent chance that he's not on the family payroll. The dude's a fourth cousin or something, and the Lannisters have more of them then they know what to do with and no real history of using them.
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>>44094564
Oh, I thought he was an assistant to the septon. Never mind, then.
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>>44094564
That would be interesting! And fucking seven 4chan! Stay behaved!
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>>44094572

What do we gain by letting him in if we spend a bunch of time and resources keeping an eye on him?
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It's not worth sending him away, not when we've already gotten plenty of lessons in how easily the Queen takes offence and how not worth it it is.

The Queen is 100% guaranteed to get mad if we send him away and there's a better than even chance he's harmless anyway. Don't let him into the castle and have someone keep an eye on him
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>>44094599
THe smallfolk is happy that there is a Septon to take care of marriages/burials and that their spiritual needs are taken care of.
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>>44094439
>Accept Septon Tytos service (He’ll only stay in the Sept, never coming to the castle without your leave)
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>>44094615

He's not the only septon in Westeros, anon. I'm sure we can find one that isn't a fucking Lannister.
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>>44094439
>>Accept Septon Tytos service (He’ll only stay in the Sept, never coming to the castle without your leave)
Being a Lord sucks
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>>44094640

Fleeing the realm again when? Essosi Sellsword Quest when?
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>>44094623
He's a Lanny, not a Lannister. It's like the Starks vs the Karstarks. It's a very low chance that he's on the payroll of the main Lannister family and it's not worth the 100% chance that the Queen will get mad at us again.

We don't let him in the castle and he only does his job as Septon with us checking in occasionally. The dude isn't going to start a smallfolk rebellion.
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>>44094676

Cadet branches are always twice as treacherous as the House they were spawned from. It is known.

Lynch the treasonous septon.
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>>44094613
I can imagine The Bitch suddenly deeply caring about her dear, dear relative if we send him away. How DARE we refuse this kind septon that she learned about 5 minutes ago.
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>>44094676
>>44094729
>>44094758

Exactly. I'd bet 100 dragons that Cersei doesn't even know who the hell this guy is, but would be grievously insulted at our treatment of her close, beloved relative if we sent him away.
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>>44094758
>An-and then he sent my dear uncle away even though all he wanted was to make amends from past misdeeds and do his duty as a septon!
>Truely Malroy are nothing but warmongers
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>>44094780
>>44094803
THE MALROY
HE STARTS WAR
HE FUELS WAR
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>>44094780
>>44094758

And I'll raise you 200 dragons that the second Cersei realizes her blood is preaching within the walls of Steadhold the man gets bribed with roughly twice the estimated value of everything we own to work against us.

Cersei gains either way, here. We can either take an extremely trifling hit to our reputation now, or risk having a live explosive under us in one of most untouchable posts in the city.

Anyway it's not surprising that everyone wants to vote to excuse his familial connections and immediately establish the man in a position of trust and faith. When this backfires explosively, I'll be around to tell you anons that I told you so.
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>>44094439

>Accept Septon Tytos service (He’ll only stay in the Sept, never coming to the castle without your leave)
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On one hand, you have the choice to kick him out and have Cercei AND Dontos bitching us out over it.
On the other hand, you have the choice to keep him and have Dontos bitching us out, because why wouldn't he bitch us over anything?
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>>44094960

To be fair, Brynden makes legitimately horrible decisions on a semi-regular basis.
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>>44094983
SHut up Dontos. We are getting married like you wanted us to!

And we havnt touched a whore in months!
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>>44095009

When I said don't touch another whore, I didn't think you'd go and MARRY one!
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>>44095031
YOURE A WHORE!!!!! Also fuck you you're marrying the lady waynwood
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>>44095047
>you're marrying the lady waynwood
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You sigh, gaining looks from the Knights and squire, and a passive look from the Septon, “Very well Septon Tytos, you may serve in Steadhold. However, you will not enter the castle without my leave. Is this understood?”

“Of course my Lord. I am grateful for the opportunity, and that the Seven guided you to the choice of peace,” he responds with a smile, gentle in his elderly years. You would need to keep an eye on him, he was unassuming, but that is how they all were. A Lanny, not a Lannister, but blood runs deep. Damned if you did, damned if you didn’t. At least you were not being naive of the situation, no doubt Dontos would be on his toes as well. At the very least your smallfolk would be happy, and it was an albeit small political maneuver. And the Lannisters surely would not be so stupid to send someone with intentions of spying upon you in such a high profile position, surely. For now, this would do.

The Westerlanders leave off with the usual courtesies and you shake your head free of the thoughts, you had wanted a simple topic and it annoyed you immensely that it had turned to this instead, “Benjin, I am in a mood now, let us speak of matters of war.”

Your Maester, looking far less comfortable himself nods and pulls the notes upon the subject, “Ser Mason could speak better to this than I my Lord. As of now however in the coming months our numbers will be 360. Far less than those that the Hand shared with you, and nearly half of our allowed numbers. At the most I do believe we will be 25 strong amongst our Knights, assuming the worst of our own,” he says. There was an extra 20 in there you had not been aware of and turn to Mason looking for an answer while Lucas and Wesley snickered to each other of the field.
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“I received an opportunity while you were away Brynden. Gawen advised me on the matter,” your Master-of-Horses nods, “A man named Danse of Duskendale arrived with men, and offered their services. He claimed to be a survivor of the Battle of the Trident, and tha-”

“He was friends with Donold?”

Mason stops and fixes you with an odd look, “Yes how did you..?”

Dusky Danse as he was better known was a freedrider your brother had befriended in their youths, you were use to the lowborn man as a constant attendant of Donold, his tall dark shadow, not unlike Solhas or Barq Zos were to you. He had a drop of Summer Islander in him you always imagined, just enough to earn him his nickname, and he had been the captain of your brother’s cavalry up until you had left. It was a miracle that he was still alive at all, among him members of your House’s former cavalry as well, all veterans of war, a much needed addition to your forces and the thought actually raised your spirits a mite.

“An old memory Mason, am I to assume you brought them under my banner?”

“Near immediately Brynden. Gawen recognized the man, his horse was added to our stock of studs, unbelievable that he managed to keep it. He said he would wait to attend you when you returned, otherwise they have been about with the Sons to bolster our patrols and build relations. I had hoped you would approve.”

“Very Mason, I was right in entrusting you with Steadhold.”
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Matters of war, happens to be a lighter topic than you had expected, mostly numbers and stores and inventory, apparently you had a surplus of castleforged arms and armor and would be able to dole them out to your companies in the coming months. Mason would be handling this for the most part, but was preparing a list of what each unit would need the most for your approval. Otherwise there was a scarce discussion of what House Redward, Langward, and Blount were able to bring to bear, something that Lucas had not known until yet and he runs a hand through his hair with an unhappy smile.

“My brother commands a navy of five ships and 500 men my Lord. One of those ships and one hundred of those men are mine own, simple infantry, not unlike the ones you have just raised, but if I called upon them no doubt they would come. I would feel better for it as well. Those numbers are simply too imposing to not bolster our own.”

“Elsewise, we’ve more than enough volunteers Brynden,” Mason interjects, “At a moment’s notice we could have another levy of troops, green as gooseshit as they may be. And there is always Illiad with his brother, if he can get a workshop set up… We may have myrish crossbowmen on the walls before the year is out.”

“I would still feel better bringing my mine here,” Lucas says, a tense tone in his voice, “If not for you, for myself and my betrothed.”

>Allow Lucas to bring his men over (This won’t count against your 700, they are a unit of Trained Infantry)
>Do not, it would be too blatant of a show of power

>>44095031
>I didn't think you'd go and MARRY one!
Really Dontos. You didn't expect that? It already happened once.
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>>44095188
>Allow Lucas to bring his men over (This won’t count against your 700, they are a unit of Trained Infantry)

Allowing Tytos to stay should grant us some leeway so we can get away with it.
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>>44095188
>>Allow Lucas to bring his men over (This won’t count against your 700, they are a unit of Trained Infantry)
They are helping secure our lands against bandit predations. If anyone says what bandits simply respond that they seem to be working no?
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>>44095188
>Allow Lucas to bring his men over (This won’t count against your 700, they are a unit of Trained Infantry)
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>>44095188
>Do not, it would be too blatant of a show of power

We can do this at a later date. Why would we want to do this right before the tourney?
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>>44095262
They wish to take part!

Also a lots of heavily armed men who is in a mood to hit eachother. Good idea to bring some extra security.
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>>44095188
>Really Dontos. You didn't expect that? It already happened once.

There are few things that get Brynden's attention better than a hooker with a heart of gold.

Gods above, Malroy is the protagonist of a pulp/noir novel.
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>>44095369
>noir novel.
What usually happens in those after the protagonist finds out a dead person is actually alive?
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>>44095391
>Lysa is alive and plotting against Brynden
>Still love her son though
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>>44095391
>What usually happens in those after the protagonist finds out a dead person is actually alive?

Some form of betrayal, usually.

We've had a bit of that already, actually. And the back-ally brawl wound.
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>>44095391

ISIS winds up being the mastermind of her own kidnapping, which she orchestrated because she knew events were going to play out as she did and wanted to get ahead of the hammer coming down on our House.

Also Victus is going to grow up to have a Dexter-esque urge to murder people despite his incorruptible heart and Brynden will have to traverse a moral gray area in figuring out ways for his bastard son to channel his unnatural instincts.

Also Dontos is going to have a romantic tryst with Jaime Lannister, and our uncle will die mid-coitus under mysterious circumstances.
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>>44095188
Voting to invite the extra soldiers
>Red cunt's banditry gives an excuse
>Keeping order during the tourney gives an excuse
>Additional numbers of people flooding in during the tourney makes the number of soldiers arriving less noticeable
>Accepting the septon gives us some political capital
>They're not ours, we're just allowing our dear friend to invite his troops
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>>44095530
Jon Arryn said there is a chance that we can get some of our land in the sout back near Princewood.

We could build a tower and land him it that means he can put his 100 men to good use.

And his troops will still not count towards our own total.
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>>44095573

>not granting the first piece of excess land and holdings we have to Victus so he can start a cadet branch of the house

You vile commoner.
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>>44095600
He is 8 years old.

Besides. We will gift him Redwards castle when we get rid of him.
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>>44095188
>Do not, it would be too blatant of a show of power
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>>44095614

>too young to take a wife?

Nope. The Malroy seed is strong.

>too young to inspire faith in the men who follow him?

Still nope. Pretty sure our entire court prefers Victus to Brynden. I personally prefer Victus immensely.

>too young to fight?

Nope, he's been squiring under Dontos "I love the dick and I can still make a Kingsguard look faggy" Malroy.

I fail to see your point.
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>>44095614
Well I guess Redward's not such a bad sort, building this nice castle for our bastard son and all.
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>>44095681
He still has a bedtime.
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>>44095716

Mere technicalities. My points still stand.
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>>44095188
>Allow Lucas to bring his men over (This won’t count against your 700, they are a unit of Trained Infantry)
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>>44095744
>Victus will bring salvation and victory for our house and family
>But it has to be between 7AM and 8PM
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>>44095188

SECRET THIRD OPTION
>Allow them, but ensure they arrive after the Tournament.

"Lucas, I understand the need for a man to feel safe. Call for your men, but do not have them arrive before the Tournament. We'll be safe until then, unless Redward is even more a fool than I thought. To attack me now is to provoke the households of all the gathered knights, to break the King's Peace on the eve of a wedding, and generally to stain his already blood-soaked hands."

This would be almost Frey-tier for the Redwards to attack. And remember, the Freys are so hated for what they did the Lannisters consider not paying their debts to them. People put them in fucking pies for it.

Not that Brynden knows any of that, but rather that the idea of it is insanely bloodthirsty.

If Redward attacks, he's not going to like how it plays out.
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>>44095839
I get the feeling it is a bit too late.
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>>44095839
But what if a riot really does break out at the tourney? Our men may not be able to handle it.
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>>44095769
After a bloody battle the Redward scum is finaly done for, after a night of celebration that ends up at 9PM you are woken up by a faint knocking on your door.
It's the hero of the day himself coming to your room to praise you and an-
>Unca Dontos I'm scared, can I sleep with you tonight? Father is "talking" with Lady Obella.

Wat do?
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>>44095839
Anyone stupid enough to attack 300 actual knights with millita forces is going to get their shit pushed in when the mob of super heavy armored assholes mows down their peasent millitary in fucking droves.
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>>44095889

Why would a riot break out at the tourney? What reasons do the smallfolk have to riot?
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“I will allow it Lucas, send word to your brother that he may bring them when he travels to Steadhold for the Melee.”

“As you say my Lord. Thank you.”

“Nephew, if I may, a suggestion,” Dontos says after, having finally come back to reality, “We are beginning to accumulate more of an army rather than a guard. I’ve no doubt of your ability to lead, but let us be honest you are no Lord Randyll Tarly nor the crab Lord in the Westerlands. Perhaps if you’ve the time I may help you brush up on your warfare training, I could use it myself.”

“I will consider it Uncle, thank you,” you respond with a small nod, self improvement was hardly a poor idea in truth.

Benjin moves on to matters of your domains and lands, wealth now flowed into your coffers as quickly as you could spend it, but you were never particularly hard up for coin, all of your loan payments were timely, and the Bank of Bays was more than happy with your relationship. Otherwise trade of horse was still good, Gawen and his son had both finalized deals with the Crown, coin was coin afterall. In a year the Hayford’s herd would be viable on their own. Gawen had hit a bit of a snag with rebreeding your Rare Bloodline, not wanting to pollute the blood with incest he was looking for a few new mares to help expand the range.

Your Maester again pushes into the topic of recovering your smallfolk, the fields were attended to, but the more you pulled for your military might and expanded your production about the domains the thinner they had been spread out. You had not done the slightest in promoting growth of your population since your return and Benjin continued to harp upon the issue. Beyond that he spoke of continued improvement of Steadhold, more time and funds dedicated to the lower quarters would allow you to return her entirely to her old glory, the port being rebuilt would even be a possibility.
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>>44095961
>nor the crab Lord in the Westerlands.
Is see what you did there
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Mid talks of how your patrols had kept your populace in check and banditry at an absolute low you notice the door to the great hall creaking open and Solhas gingerly stepping in, attempting not to interrupt. But even this far you can read discontent on his face, something was wrong, he fidgeted with his bow the most whenever there was. Mason catches wind of your concern and excuses himself to speak with the Summer Islander. Their conversation is quick, typical of Solhas, but Mason’s confidence droops his, a hand placed on his shoulder and synced look your way begins to burn at you. Something was definitely wrong.

“Benjin, I understand the importance of the topic, but I have heard enough for today, next month, we will speak of it further, I swear.”

The Maester closes his book, “Of course my Lord,” and finishes with an annoyed tone.

You stand and give them leave to go about the rest of their days, Arron falls into step behind you, an odd feeling, but you cross to Mason and Solas quickly, your heart beginning to leap into your throat.

“Lord. Illiad has returned,” Solhas says quietly.

Your eyes alight, surely nothing could be wrong now, they did not wish to interrupt, nothing, nothing, nothing-

“There is some… Grave news. I think it best he tell you, I will gather the Maester, he will need him.”

Mason gives you a look and Solhas attempts to stay stone faced, so you run, Mason keeping the young Qorgyle behind. Likely he was in Benjin’s ward, you take the steps by two, nearly running over a servant carrying a package of bloody rags. Your eyes widen and your pace quickens, the room is in sight, the door left ajar. You stop, hand hovering over the knob, the sobs of a woman, a man in pain, myrish words of voices you did not know. Pushing in with ease you are given a round of looks from all.

“Yanno?”

“Brynden. Good to see you again. I wish it had been under better circumstances.
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>>44095975

>celtigars are crab people
>the deep ones are coming for us
>panic.jpg
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Your eyes skip from the dothraki you had known long ago to the man on the bed, rolling in pain, Illiad. To his side a young man that looked near his double, praying in a tongue you did not know.

“Yanno- What… Asher, Sallo Rhod, where are they?”

He frowns, deeply, and looks to Illiad, “Best he tell you. Careful he’s been in and out of consciousness since we got here, took a bad wound to the leg, festered on the trip home. I… I don’t know if…”

You push towards the bed, taking a stool across from no doubt his younger brother, the look he gives you giving it away instantly, Illiad’s head turns to you, eyes drooping, “Lord…”

“Illiad...” you feel the sting in the corner of your eyes, what in the seven hells happened.

“I was… Dishonest, Lord. Illion was… Not for sale. I-I stole him. Like you did me… I am…” his eyes close again, broken common tongue falling out over and over, ‘I am. I am. I am.’

His eyes roll back and he groans in pain again, Benjin finally arrives his eyes wide with a sudden look of horror at the beaten man on his table, he pushes you aside and begins work on the festered wound, gathering milk of the poopy and ordering his assistant about. You stand back, Yanno coming to your side, cringing to another groan of pain from Illiad, “I can… Fill in the blanks Brynden.”

>Questions for Yanno?
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>>44095994
It's a House Brachen reference
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>>44096001
What happened over there? Where are the others?
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>>44096001

>Ask him about everything, but ask it off screen

We already know what happened here but Brynden needs to be informed.
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hmmm
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Oh wait, with the new septon, dosent that mean when we marry obella that he will be the preist for it?

I dunno about you guys, but i have reservations about saying our vows under lannister blood.


Also note: If anyone is going to end up spying, it'll be any knights attached to the septon to keep an eye out.
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>>44096001
Punch Illad in the stomach then give him a big hug.
>>44096054
Shame it never got any further. Was a really interesting Lord. Infact he was most likely the most proper lord in all the GoT quests
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>>44096060

I'm telling you guys that Lannister-planted septon is going to assassinate somebody while the wedding is going on.
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>>44096060
More important that we do it under the eyes and laws of the Seven, Lanny or no.
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>>44096001

Time to display at least a little intelligence.

"I suppose from his wounds, and the lie, that Asher and Sallo didn't make it back?"

Over time, get the whole story from him.

Here's a question: We've just discovered that Illiad lied to us, like Arryn and several others. How do we handle this? Certainly, his loyalty to us buys him MORE judicious treatment, but how much more?
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>>44096163
We punch him and then hug him.
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>>44096117
Fair point i guess.

>>44096097
The Septon is the least of our worries, its his aids and knights who are lannisters that will come back to haunt us.

Frankly so long as they never enter the castle, and all the servants are seen in groups when they go to see the septopn (and the knights are restricted from contacting our servants) then we can cut any actual spying down to random peasent in a bar level.

When Obella gets here and starts setting shit up is when we have a known ear to our affairs that can be fed what ever we want and used to our advantage should we need it.
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>>44096163
Arryn and others never had our backs in our sellsword days.

And sellsword days are when we did stupid shit. The treatment we would have gave back then should be the same as now, but with the added caveat that they also get a lecture.

We might need illiad when we next talk to the hand as well. Considering he has first hand information about myrish plots regarding B.
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>>44096163

"I lied so I could steal away my brother just like you stole me away, Brynden-senpai~!"

vs.

"Please arch your back more while I fuck your asshole, Lord Malroy. Yes, like that. Now, ask the Prince of Dorne if he likes the view. Ask him. Do it."

I mean, there could be some debate about this, but I don't see it lasting too long.
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>>44096163
He's maxed the bromance meter, he'll sleep in the dog house for a few days/months then it'll be alright. If anything Brynden will wait before he's got all his ducks lined before firing, he owes him that much.

>yfw Obella wonders WHY she gets jealous of Illiad of all people gravitating around Brynden.
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>>44096236
Foursome between Brynden, Illad, Obella and Erlera when ?
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>>44096236

>Obella makes us swear on the Seven we'll never touch another woman
>We just start dressing Illiad up in women's clothing to get our whore fix

He'd be down for it, too.
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>>44096218

That's the rational response, of course.

You may have noticed that Brynden (and Malroys in general) tends to miss that one on the way to his actual response.

I'm just saying. I don't want Illiad gone either, but it's not out of character for Brynden to lose his cool. See Mason's near-death experience.

>>44096236
I don't even think we'd go as far as firing him. I just think our initial reaction to the news is going to weigh on Illiad, and affect his ability to recover.

>>44096290
More likely:
>Dontos makes us swear we'll never touch another woman.
>Obella brings Illiad into the mix.
>Or does all the touching for us.
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Only if the women gets to sit out while Brynden and Illiad get it on.
>That awkward moment when they realise that they can rub one out on their man having his jolies with another man.
>"I'm so wet right now!"
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>Obella's face when she thinks she caught her husband balls deep in a whore
>The whore lifts her head up and is revealed to be Illiad in a wig
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>>44096505
>Erlera shows up looking for Illiad.
>Looks at the threesome and screeches why didn't you invite me!??!?!
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You pull Yanno outside the door, and close it to another cry of pain, “Did you help him Yanno?”

“Yes Brynden.”

“Where.”

“In Myr, he didn’t lie about that. Just the… Events.”

“Asher, Sallo..?”

“Dead. The latter… Betrayed them, us rather.”

Your face turns stark white, you had lost two of the Sons, and a third now lie groaning in pain hardly able to give you a word in between spouts of consciousness. What in the bloody Seven Hells happened over there, it was suppose to be a simple thing, purchase his brother return home. Why would he lie to you? Did he not trust you? So many questions, Benjin needed to do his work, save your dear friend. If only so you could hide him for being so incredibly stupid.

“Who?”

“An old acquaintance, Tychano Osten. The same magister prick that you sprung him from the first time.”

“Magister?”

“Well not quite…” Yanno’s voice trails off in your ear and your mind turns to Dorne again. The slaves that had been sent to take your life, their words suddenly made sense. The timing as well. But how had they known where you were? So quickly coming to Westeros, ahead of Illiad even. Your stomach churned, but in your eyes burnt fire. Hot, unbridled fire. You were furious with Illiad, he should have known better, you would have helped him regardless, but more so that across the Sea ghosts of your past still dared linger. Osten had more of a history with you than you would rather admit, but this was too damn far.
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Remember people. It is not gay if it is Illad.
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Yanno attempts to answer whatever questions still linger, but they are disjointed, he did not know the full story, Illion did not speak the common tongue and Erlera knew even less. So you waited. Long into the evening, you refused meal, instead standing in the doorway, watching Benjin work, he took deep cuts into Illiad’s leg. Shaking his head several times, and attempting to gain a better angle on the infection. Illion sat in a chair by the window watching, hands folded in pray, his eyes catch yours from time to time. But always darted away. Illiad’s groans turn to low moans as the poppy does its job, his eyes half lidded in sleep. After awhile Benjin casts is instruments aside and pushes away in frustration.

“My Lord. I cannot save the leg.”

You stand quiet, “Can you save him?”

“Yes. But it will not be easy.”

“Do it.”

“Are you sur-”

“Do it Benjin.”

He sighs deeply, and brushes the hair in his eyes away leaving a smear of blood on his cheek, “I will need your help, belts, strap him down. And hold the one in his mouth. Will, get the saw.”

Your movements feel like you’re pushing through a sea of honey, but far less sweet, Illiad remains under while you strap him in, pushing his wrists to his side and linking them to the table. A fan strap goes in his mouth, and you stand behind it, head hardly an inch away from his. Your eyes still stung, but the fire burned away any tear that may escape. You could feel your hands shaking, and Benjin looks to you for reaffirmation, receiving a sharp nod.

The first cut is the worst of it, even milk of the poppy doesn’t keep Illiad under entirely, his eyes widen, locking with yours, he strains against the straps and you push down, attempting to muffle his scream of pain. Benjn saws away with a diligent hand, as quickly as he dare, pushing away flesh and the rot about it. The lower leg is green with rot and the smell burns your nose.
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>Sup, I'm Illiady
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Illiad shakes his head, wishing to be free and you force him down further, “I’m sorry Illiad. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” The tears come easy now, your forehead meeting his, and he stops moving, only sobbing in pain the screams of pain caught in his throat.

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Your clothing was soiled with the blood of one of your oldest friends, they were tossed aside, unwanted, and you sat naked in the tub in your room, attempting to wash the anger from your mind. But it lingered, as did the pain of having to do that to Illiad. You even were angry with yourself, you should have known better, Asher and Sallo weren’t enough but… Sallo, why would he betray you?

Sinking into the tub further you close your eyes and allow thoughts to drift. There were still expectations of you. You needed be a Lord. And with that came self improvement, anything to turn your mind from the horror you just witnessed.

>You have 40 EXP to spend. The related chart is where you can allocate it.
30 will give you a rank in a skill
10 will give you a speciality rank.
50 will give you a Destiny Point if you want to sit on it
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>>44096662
Lets put it into Swords and Warfare.
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>>44096662
An extra rank in Warfare would be good, and a specialty dice in Charm?
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>>44096662
Does Illiad get a DP for picking up the Maimed flaw?
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>>44096662
Need to get Warfare, charm or convince for the other.
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>tortured
>almost lost his tongue
>lost his mother fucking leg

Dad why do you hate Illiad?
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>>44096662
How many destiny points does Bryn have at the moment?
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>>44096662
One in Warfare
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>>44096662

>wanted to abscond with Illiad before all this
>now he triggers my amputee fetish, too

Fuck Westeros let's elope to the Summer Isles with best one-legged husbando.

>Warfare
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>>44096662
So, Victus will travel to Essos to hunt for the fuckers who maimed his dad's Broamour?
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>>44096704
Huh. I guess he should. Good call.

>>44096718
Illiad is one of my favorite characters. I only hurt him because I love him.

>>44096730
Right now? None. The only one we ever had free was used to get the dragonbone.

>>44096737
Wow. That sure is a response I didn't expect.

Moving swiftly on. Looks like Warfare is the clear winner. King of scattered on if we want to use the extra 10 EXP on anything. Maybe just sit on it for now?
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>>44096801
I'd say upgrade either sword or if possible Bow
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>>44096801
No martial upgrades.

>Charm or sit on it
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>>44096801

Maybe Bow, seeing as we're going to get that specialty Dragonbone bow made for us now. Right, guys?

...right?
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>>44096718
I suddenly remembered Illiad's fear of being bound. What a fucking nightmare he just had to endure.
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>>44096801
Since its a grab bag, sword or bow.

Bow would be best since we will (sometime soon) start the dragon bone bow quest line.
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>>44096801
Sit on it for now. Id prefer getting a destiny point next as we don't have any to help out if we fuck up an important as hell roll.
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Charm
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I would like to get more into bow to become a real beast in it

Or swords since there is a chance we can actually settle things with Redward with a duel
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>>44096858

We fuck up every roll, anon.

Unless we're in an archery contest.
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>>44096843
>>44096829
We're a decent enough fighter: if we get a Bad End it's going to be because an army came to sack Steadhold and it won't matter how good we are with a sword. We need Persuasion or Warfare skills.
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>>44096801
Sit on the exp
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>>44096845
Yeah... That wasn't fun for anyone involved.

Alright looks like we can do a little vote for this.

Spend EXP on?
>Bows
>Charm
>Nothing, sit on it
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>>44096908

We just blew 30 xp on Warfare.

So far archery has gotten us more wealth, infamy and success than any other stat.
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>>44096925
>Bows
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>>44096925
>>Nothing, sit on it
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>>44096858
50 xp is too much for a DP though: we'd be better off picking up a flaw. Possibly Haunted after this traumatic display.
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>>44096925
>Bows
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Wait. What compititions are there going to be at the Tourny of Highgarden ?

I kow there is a Joust but will there be a melee or archery ?
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>>44096925
Charm
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>>44096925
>Charm or sit on it.

I'm a fan of 30 xp ranks in the best of 3 system.
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>>44096925
>Nothing, sit on it
We need wait and look at the long term when spending exp
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>>44096925
>Charm
While i want to do bow again, charm will give us more bang for our buck.

Unless the highgarden tourney has archer, then bow.
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>>44096928
Which is why we're good enough at it.
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>>44096925
>Charm
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>>44096925

Bows.
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>>44096801
Oh we already paid a DP for the Dragonbone? I thought you were gonna force us to use one to get it. That's why I've been unenthusiastic about it personally.
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>>44096947
Just jousting, since it's the Reach and they're all about that chivalry son. So yeah Brynden can compete in that.

>>44096938
Wait for months for your best friend to come home, the first thing you see is him dying and then you have to hold him down to cut off his god damn leg. That's a possibility.
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Bow or sit on it
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>>44097014
For the roll, yes. It was to get all three stages of that roll.

I don't intend on making you guys spend a DP on Heirloom, that's dumb. Just Wealth.
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>>44097015
Jesus. As if we weren't already enough of a pulp novel MC, now we're haunted by our tragic past?
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>>44097015

Is it really reasonable to think that in all his years serving as a sellsword Brynden didn't see his fair share of battlefield amputations? I know Illiad's a god-tier bro, but that seems like a difficult assumption to operate on.
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Alright, that's a tie right now. Let's go with sit on it, since that seemed popular enough and we always have later.

>>44097065
Oh no he's definitely seen worse, way worse. It's just the person really. But I probably wouldn't allow it just because while the experience was traumatic, it's not on the level of some things I have planned.
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>>44097091
> level of some things I have planned.
Well Fuck.
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>>44097091
>it's not on the level of some things I have planned.

Death of Victus confirmed.
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>>44097091
>it's not on the level of some things I have planned.

If you touch a head on Victus' head I swear to god dad.
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>>44097065
It's probably the 1st one that he had to participate, and one that struck someone he'd call brother at that
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>>44097127
Merc companys. Near enough everyone is your brother over time, cant really afford not to be.

Unless your a psychotic asshole.
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So now we have to find two more members of the Sons of Gold? Fuck me man.
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>>44097091
>it's not on the level of some things I have planned.
Awww come on dad I know we have been killing it with wealth rolls but the foreboding is going to kill us
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>>44097159
Brynden is gonna need a whore for this and Illad is not even avaliable!
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>>44097113

The butthurt would reach critical mass and turn into an all-out riot.

And for once, anon would be justified in his rage.
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>>44097113
>>44097126
I genuinely don't think I could ever kill Victus. Unless it was a rolling thing later on when he becomes his own man and we get to do his perspectives.
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>>44097209
Lies.
We know you plan on putting in twists to fuck with your players.
We are wiseing up.
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>>44097209

Anon doesn't allow character development.

We would play grown man Victus as an eight-year old boy.
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Illiad is out for the next few days, between bouts of spurting half conscious pain and forcing down food and water and the deep sleep of poppy he is of little use to answer the questions bouncing in your head. At least you had a name. Tychano Osten, hardly one you could forget, there was far more than enough revenge for you to gain in Westeros, but there was a focused line of hatred directed in the general way of Myr right now. You’ve been distracting yourself with small things until Dontos’ words echoed in your head again, perhaps it would be best to brush up on your warfare skills again, you could command a company of freeriders, but an army? That was something else entirely. Dontos seemed happy for the company of late, not entirely sure what to do with himself in the lead up to the Melee. It wasn’t his competition in truth, and he had little stack, so instead he secluded himself away in the castle, leery of the new Septon as well.

The side room of your Uncle’s bedroom was occupied with a large table and more than a few markers used to represent the various military units your family had used past and present. It was a simple war game, one he enjoyed playing with his sponsor many years ago if your memory served. Victus and Arron had come along as well to watch, but the topic of your desire today was far more delicate than you could speak to around children.

Dontos moves his infantry and pikemen into place before his castle, and you look over your army of cavalry and archers, thinking over your first move.

“Dontos, we need to talk,” you say broaching the subject as well as you can muster at the moment.

“We are nephew. Your move.”

“No. Dontos. Of something… Serious.”
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He casts his eyes from the board and into yours, “Of what, your betrothal? What is there to speak of, the decision is made. It is a good match.”

Your lips form a flat line, better that than disdain for Obella, at least he was not angry you made the decision without him, but your mind turns to the many other things of Dorne, “No. Uncle… Something far more important. About… The family. Isis.”

Now it is his turn for quiet, and flat looks, “I would rather not Brynden… I was drunk, I misspoke-”

“Shes alive Dontos.”

“And I- What?”

“She’s alive. In… Redward’s hold. She’s… pregnant.”

His dark eyes have locked yours, watching, searching, wishing you were lying, “No. Brynden. Who..?”

“The Hand of the King, he told me. While we were gone… The Crown married her to Royce Redward, and they kept it from us. To keep us in line. But when the stories didn’t match… I start asking questions.”

Your Uncle’s fingers had been lingering over a game piece for a moment, before his legs finally give out and he flops to the chair behind him. Eyes no longer upon yours, but rather in the distance, to the southwest, “I… I still failed her.”

“But she’s alive Dontos.”

“With a bastard’s seed in her belly,” you can hear the heat in his voice.

“We will deal with it when we-”

“What? Free her? From a marriage sanctioned by the Crown? How Brynden, they always acted as if we were trapped, I thought it because of you but no… She was their hostage. All along they… They bloody knew.”

“I do not know yet Dontos. But… We will. She’ll be here in Steadhold. Somehow. I promise you.”

Dontos stares at you, long and hard, if he had your eyes they would be aflame at this moment, but instead the heat seeped into his words, his hatred for a man that only knew equal to your own, “Do not break that vow.”
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The beginning of the month comes and you find yourself again at the head of your House managing her actions. The decisions that need be made. You need find men to replace Sallo, Asher and Illiad, at least Yanno had volunteered. And you need make the final pushes into the Melee to provide the best you possibly could for your guests. There was a statement to be made here. And you intended to make it.

>Roll 7d6 for House Fortunes
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Rolled 3, 3, 3, 6, 1, 6, 5 = 27 (7d6)

>>44097569
Shit sleepy get in here for max gainz!
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Rolled 2, 3, 5, 2, 2, 3, 3 = 20 (7d6)

>>44097569
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Rolled 1, 3, 5, 3, 4, 6, 4 = 26 (7d6)

>>44097569

Rolling
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Blessing!!! Pop and wealth plox!
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>>44097586
>>44097599
>>44097602

Solid Blessing roll this month.

That's 1d3 to two resources.
Or 1d6 to one resource.

Any particular opinions?
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>>44097661
Pop and Wealth or maybe just pure Pop
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>>44097661
Population and wealth please.
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>>44097661
population and power
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>>44097661
Pop and Pop and more pop and pop and......
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>>44097661
Pop and Wealth.
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>>44097661
pop and wealth
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>>44097661

Pop x2
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Look at you guys finally getting some more population. And WOW WHAT A SURPRISE MORE WEALTH. ...ahem.

Anyway, let's do Population first.

1d3+1 lads.
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Rolled 1 + 1 (1d3 + 1)

>>44097732
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Rolled 1 + 1 (1d3 + 1)

>>44097732
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Rolled 3 + 1 (1d3 + 1)

>>44097732

Rolling
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>>44097759
Savior!!!!!!
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Rolled 1 + 1 (1d3 + 1)

>>44097732
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>>44097759
And you saved us.
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>>44097741
>>44097742
Oh wow look at tha-
>>44097759
Fuck you.

+4 Population.

Alright Wealth up next. Which is 1d3+1d6, so we'll do the 1d3 first.

Roll 1d3 lads.
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>>44097759
>>44097732
As if we we'd get anything else.
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Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>44097777
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Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>44097777
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>>44097741
>>44097742
>>44097771

Dice gods seems fickle today
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Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>44097777
dem quads
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>>44097794
HAHAHAHAHA
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Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>44097777
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>>44097786
>>44097791
>>44097794

I remain unsurprised.

1d6 lads.
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>>44097794
Beautiful
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Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>44097834


Dad don't be hating on the rolls. Please?
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Rolled 4 (1d6)

Father was sooo close to get his fortune roll and then we bullshit it
>>44097834
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Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>44097834
bless the 7
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>>44097834
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Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>44097834
Rolling
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>>44097851
Anon if you had been just a tiny bit less smug this wouldnt have happened.
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>>44097851
Too late anon. Too late.
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>>44097851
I was 5 sec late, sorry guys.
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>>44097840
>>44097841
>>44097848

Yeah alright, I'll allow it. +7 to Wealth.

I'm proud of you guys for finally going after some Population. It was about to bite you in the ass.

Also getting all of my dates caught up, Cecilia's pregnancy only has two months left. Damn.
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>>44097851
Close so close
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>>44097777
>Fuck you.
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We should sit on wealth for now and only use it for emergencies.
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>>44097899
Or use it to hire more troops or the dragonbow
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>>44097899
Like a Dornish style sept?
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>>44097877
Yay but I am still worried
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>>44097877
Who's cecil....oh
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There's still some more quest right it's not ending now is it?
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>>44097877
Bastard incoming!

Also Lucas and Rachels wedding now.
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Doesn't look like there's much to be done this month, at least right now. Unless someone wants to burn some Wealth on something? I doubt it but I always have to ask.

Just because I'm curious, how many of you guys are in favor of getting a unit of Arbalesters whenever Illion gets set up?

Here's their stat spread if you're curious:

Arbalesters (Myrish Crossbowmen)
Power Cost: 5
Discipline Modifier: -3 in Fortifed Position, +3 in the field
Key Abilities: Agility, Awareness, Marksmanship

Starting Equipment/Upgraded Equipment:
Armor Rating: 4/6
Armor Penalty: -2/-3
Bulk: 1/2
Fighting Damage: Athletics -1/Athletics
Marksmanship Damage: Agility +3 Long Range/Agility +4 Long Range

Special Rules: Arbalesters may only fire once per round.

Arbalesters come in units of 50, and take twice as long to raise relative to their trained (i.e. Trained Arbalesters, 2d3 Months). Requires the Aristan Personage Holder (Myrish Weaponsmith) to build, alternatively the Mercenary purchasing rules are used in conjunction with the normal cost (i.e. Trained Arbalesters, -8 Power, -3 Wealth).

Because current Power Holding would allow you to get a Green Unit, if you wanted to move some resources around you could get a Trained.
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Damn that doesn't give us enough for the healing site yet, does it?
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>>44097955
How much population would we have to transfer over for a trained?
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>>44097955
Yes. Yes. Yes.
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>>44097955
Let's wait a month for this. Can we get started on the fucking dragonbone bow?
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>>44097955
>agility+4
Holy shit that's tons of damage. Raise them.
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>>44097955
Getting Myrish Crossbow unit was half the reason we agreed to let him go.
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>>44097955
Btw Dad, can we spend money to upgrade our town?
Did the outer ring restored yet?
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>>44097994
Yeah I'm kinda with you on that
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>>44097946
It is not, I just wanted to get this done before I delved into the next few threads of pure melee stuff. This is one of those threads where I'm getting stuff tied up and setting up everything else.

>>44097959
Question, what's a good in game reason for me to allow you to get that? Just curious if someone can give me a justification that isn't an asspull.

>>44097994
Yeah that's coming up.

>>44097978
Population, Influence, or Law, at a 1:1 Ratio. So 2 of either of those three.

I only ask right now, because I want to get all of my number sorted so I can be done with the spreadsheet, if we want to wait on it until next month, that's fine too.
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>>44098079
>pure melee stuff

Are we participating or changing perspective to someone who is?
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>>44098079
I want to wait until after the melee for the new unit. BUT FUCK YEAH BOW TIME
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>>44098079
>Population, Influence, or Law, at a 1:1 Ratio
Wait, don't we have a better influence bonus than we do a power or pop bonus? Why haven't we been rolling for influence and converting this whole time?
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>>44098131
Converting takes time.
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>>44098097
Brynden isn't going to participate. But we're going to get a brief look into the mind of Lucas. Because i'll need to break up all of Brynden's politics with some action.

>>44098119
Alright we'll wait on it. At least I know the interest still remains. Makes more sense from a storytelling standpoint anyway.

>>44098131
Because that would be cheating the system, and >>44098153, even though I've literally never played it that way with you guys. I'm not sure why you guys haven't, I usually have to prompt these things.
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>>44098131
Lets keep our Influence up. It might be the only thing saving us that we have a good rep.
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>>44098246
Well if we were rolling for influence and converting we might actually net gain influence if we were leaving a little behind every once in a while
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>>44098305
I didn't consider that. The near blind panic I feel when I think anons are "going full retard" blinds me to good ideas at times.
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>>44098378
Entirely understandable.
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>>44098402
Thank you for being understanding.
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So how is Cecilia, what is going through her head right now, how is her mother. Has they suffered anything from it, gossip from the neighbours ?
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>>44097955
Note: Can elite Arbalesters negate their fire rate penalty by firing in squads (e.g. line 1 fire, line 2 fire) for the cost of some of their damage output?
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>>44098496
We might need more than one unit to get a decent firing line going
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Illiad had wanted free of his room for the first time since returning this morning, and you were more than happy to help. Seated on a little chair with wheels you carefully brought him down from the tower and into the great hall. The Sons that had lingered about today greet him happily, but with a certain sad inflection, the word of Sallo Rhod’s betrayal had spread to all of them and it was hard to miss Illiad missing the better part of his left leg. Illion to his side watches the castle with an uncomfortable gaze, it wasn’t home to him. Not yet.

“Lord? Could we show Illion the treasury?”

“Of course Illiad,” you respond, you were still angry with him, but couldn’t bring yourself to show it, it would only hurt him more, he needed to heal. Then, then you could question and scold.

Traveling down another set of stairs you pass the pair of guards watching your treasury room, Illion peers curiously in before you, his eyes catching on the broken Myrish crossbow quickly, he turns to the both of you and in his native tongue asks Illiad a question.

“He would like permission, Lord.”

“Of course, I suppose I needed to see his skill at some point.”

Nodding to his brother Illiad sighs watching him dart over and beginning to explore the piece that was far older than any he had ever worked on before. You both watch from the doorway, he pulls a little tool from his shirt sleeve and you hear a soft click when he jimmies it in with a smooth motion. Such things were beyond you but at least it made him happy, which could not be said for Illiad.

“Lord. I am sorry.”
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“I know Illiad. You’ve said as much before. I cannot lie, I am still…” you begin, and he deflates a moment, “...angry. What is done is done, we need only go from here.”

“But… I cannot ride. Lost Asher. Sallo. Mason still angry. Solhas stone. I am useless now.”

“You’ve never been a fighter Illiad. You did it for me, because it was what I did. But you’ve always been my translator, the unassuming shrewd business man, the teacher of language. You aren’t useless Illiad, you’ve never been. We’ll find a place for you here, in Steadhold.”

“At home.”

You pause, watching Illion continue his work, picking up and frowning at the relic of a crossbow when it doesn’t fire before beginning his work again, “Yes… At home Illiad. Here. With me. Victus and the Sons. Mason will come around again. Things are only poor now. We’ve… We’ve always got through this.”

“You worry for too much Lord. You have House, soon wife, melee, Lord’s duties.”

“I can’t forget the people that helped me get here Illiad.”

He nods, “You are good man Lord.”

The loud thump of the crossbow snaps you back to reality and you look at a wide eyes Illion staring at a bolt buried deep in the wall, but its not the bolt he’s interested in, but the item below it. The sleek black dragonbone, an item you were not entirely sure of what to do with, it simply a relic of a lost age. He calls to Illiad in his native tongue, questions on his tone.

“Illion asks. What that is.”
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“A dragonbone, Illion,” you respond, and he nods in understanding, before darting over to it after you wave him leave. He begins chattering excitedly to Illiad again, running his hands over it and examining it, “What is he saying Illiad?”

“He… Can not believe you have. Rare. Makes for good bow.”

“A bow?”

“Yes, dothraki covet them. He knows man that made one before, slave for Tychano once.”

“Does he remember his name?”

“Dracon. He… In Lys, last heard. Free man now.”

You sit with an odd look on your face, not entirely sure of how to respond, “Now what’s he saying?”

“He wants to make bow. But… Can not? Needs help. Wants to repay for freedom. But needs Dracon.”

“Coin then? How much?”

“Much. Yanno would know. Could find him, yes?”

A dragonbone bow would certainly be a weapon worthy of a Lord. Might be a bit more respectable than your dinky little recurve as Curtis Flowers would say. You scratch at your head, listening to Illion talking excitedly in Myrish, constantly examining the bone over and over again.

>Begin Dragonbone Bow? (5 Wealth Investment)
>Do not, frivolous spending.
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>>44098776
>Begin Dragonbone Bow? (5 Wealth Investment)

We are swimming in wealth that we could hire every whore and sellsword from the Iron Isles to Qarth and back again. Twice.
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>>44098776
>Begin Dragonbone Bow? (5 Wealth Investment)
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>>44098776
>Begin Dragonbone Bow? (5 Wealth Investment)
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>>44098776
>Begin Dragonbone Bow? (5 Wealth Investment)

YES!!!
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>>44098776

>Begin Dragonbone Bow? (5 Wealth Investment)
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>>44098776
>>Begin Dragonbone Bow? (5 Wealth Investment)
YES FUCK YES DEAR SEVEN YES
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>>44098776
>>Begin Dragonbone Bow? (5 Wealth Investment)
fuck it
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>>44098776
>Fetching people from Essos

here we go again
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>>44098446
Worry, lots of worry. Hasn't heard sight or sound of Brynden since she told him about the pregnancy. And yeah, she's caught some shit from the other locals, harlot gets thrown out a lot. But otherwise she's safe. Rickard Wence will find her when he knows she's close and bring her to the Villa. Mother, still a bitch.

>>44098496
You'll need one more unit of Elites to do that. If you want to really do it. Such an odd request.

>>44098806
>hiring Ironborn to do anything

Come on son, I love using bastards and people about the realm. But not once have I mentioned an Iron Islander. Because they're scum.

Anyway. Hooray, Heirloom started. So I play this as a Wealth holding basically, you get a +1 to Influence for it. Now I just need to think up an appropriate time frame. And when I can send you off to Lys.
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>>44098892
Huh, looks like my guess was right>>44098600
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>>44098892
>Odd Request

Righto. And its only really a concern when firerate is important, i.e. charging mob of peasants.

Killing them is less of a concern so much as fire rate so they dont close. Kind of thing. Its more of a situational ability that would be nice to have.
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>>44098892
>Worry, lots of worry. Hasn't heard sight or sound of Brynden since she told him about the pregnancy. And yeah, she's caught some shit from the other locals, harlot gets thrown out a lot. But otherwise she's safe. Rickard Wence will find her when he knows she's close and bring her to the Villa. Mother, still a bitch.

We should probably check up on her. Also can you tell us how our sister is doing.

Does she know Brynden is alive and in Westeros. What has she been told and what is she thinking ?

How is her interaction with Redward. I mean beside the raping.
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>>44098932
>Also can you tell us how our sister is doing.
I will keep this as spoiler free as possible.

>Does she know Brynden is alive and in Westeros.
No.

>What has she been told and what is she thinking ?
That Steadhold was burnt to the ground, whole family dead.

>How is her interaction with Redward.
Rapey. Violent. She's beginning to accept the fact now.
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>>44098987
>>How is her interaction with Redward.
>Rapey. Violent. She's beginning to accept the fact now.
Stop telling lies. That little whore loves the Redward dick.
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>>44098987
We're going to have to invite Lord Bolton down for a consultation.
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>>44099034
"How to skin a man and keep him alive as long as possible"

Im sure we could outsource skinning redward to him if we got fed up of the cunt being in our dungeon.
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>>44098987
If i remember correctly Rhaenys Targaryen had Aegon make it illigal to hit your wife more than six times. If he has done that it could be used as a way for breaking the marriage as he would had broken the contract.
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>>44099034
Know what's weird, I was thinking about it the other day. I don't think Brynden would have too much of an issue with the Boltons. Probably would hate the Freys. But Boltons, eh fuck it. It's actually kind of weird trying to figure out what Brynden's opinions in the War of the Five Kings are.

Anyway. I need to stop getting distracted and write.
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>>44099034
>>44099085
Would he bring twenty good men?
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>>44099085
>Know what's weird, I was thinking about it the other day. I don't think Brynden would have too much of an issue with the Boltons.

So long as those fuckers stay in the north and doesnt flay any of his i dont think he would give a shit about them. Heck they helped him get rid of Robb Stark AND took Jaime Lannister's hand.

He should buy them a keg of beer
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>>44098987
>>Rapey. Violent.
What a coincidence! That's exactly what our interaction with Redward is going to be when we get hold of him.
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>>44099073
Well if we could prove a history of wife beating abuse, we could potentialy use influence to leverage a divorce.
Especially if such a law was never revoked in any way.
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We should upgrade our Swords skill so when we meet Redward and our sister and we see what he has done ot her we will challenge him to a duel and gut him like a fish
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>>44099128
Yeah this is where it's going to be useful to be able to have a secret conversation in high valyrian, so she can tell us this without anyone KNOWING she's told us this.
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>>44099113
>Jaime Lannister's hand.
It was the Brave Companion that took the Kingslayer's hand
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>>44099182
Right. Mixing up the books and the show.
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>>44098192
Brynden is hell bent on getting a healing site to help prevent things such as what happened to Illiad?
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You make a mental note to talk to Yanno later, you had to admit your interest was piqued. To you it was simply an old bone from a time when your family could still fly. Far before Ser Aeson Malroy. History lost to you. So much so it didn’t seem real, rather a myth, you only knew reality. That it looked like a long black stone, that the object that would deliver your family from its debt entirely was no more than a grey stone with purples of purple. They were history to you, not reality. The taste of your blood in your mouth, the pain of knowing your sister was alive, but not well, those were real, that is what kept you grounded.

Illiad spends the better part of a part convincing Illion it was time to go, and eventually he reluctantly does so. The dragonbone is placed back delicately and he takes his side next to his brother again, speaking in a hushed tone, gaining a sigh from Illiad.

“Illion is curious. Though I have told him before.”

“Of what?”

“He wants workshop. I tell him that he would have one here. Wishes to hear from you.”

You laugh, “Yes Illion. In due time, there is room in the basement of the castle, by next month we’ll have you sent up and tinkering to your heart’s content.”

Illiad translates for you and the young man smiles broadly, it was an odd thing. He was a slave for that purpose, to create weapons, yet now, it is all he wished to do. You couldn’t complain particularly, you knew they would bring something to the table that no other Lord possibly could. An advantage that would stick that bastard to the wall faster than you could say baseborn.
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>>44099182
>implying it wasn't Brynden through proxy

Also is thread kill?
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Benjin received acceptance letters mere days before the Melee’s events would begin. Of the seven only three agreed, House Brune, Crabb, and Buckwell. Neither Fell nor Cafferen had even responded and while disappointing you honestly could not blame them. Loyalist Houses rubbing elbows on the doorstep of King’s Landing? Hardly the best idea for Houses yet still recovering, though it hardly seemed to phase Lord Quentyn Qorgyle. The idea was still fresh in your head, and while it amused you greatly, there was a tinge of worry about it as well. You weren’t sure the responses you would gather. About the Crownlands or the realm at large.

However before that, there was another marriage to be brokered, Ser Lucas Longwaters, and Lady Racheal Conklyn. You had agreed to play host between the two Houses as a middleground, Lord Argor had Horses to return to you, and Ser Jon had wished further word. So it simply made sense to invite them both, then host them for the Melee as well. It did well for your show of force. When it came to invitations you had been rather quiet. The Knights that had attended came in scattered groups until the 317 strong field finally assembled. However House Conklyn and Longwaters arrived two days prior. Crabb and Brune the day after, followed by House Buckwell. Last were Chyttering and Chelsted, the latter being in the evening of the day before the Melee. When all was said and done you had perhaps the most impressive gathering of forces Steadhold had seen since the Rebellion. Dontos had been sweating profusely for most of the last day. But played his part, he seemed more earnest in it now. Since your discussion of Isis his resolve had hardened it seemed, whatever he need do, even if it meant him dancing a dance he had not the slightest clue the steps of, but Lady Alexes seemed happy enough to lead.
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In the evening Ser Jon Longwaters had found you, and requested you take a stroll to speak of an important matter.

“My Lord, again, thank you for allowing myself and Lord Conklyn the use of your home.”

“Ser Jon it is nothing, you need not-”

“But I shall,” he says with a laugh, “My Lord, I’ve good news as well, my dear wife, Lady Sereya, is with child again. The timing would suggest it was likely about the time of the Tourney in King’s Landing. I had a request of you, two rather but this one is simple. Should my Lady wife give birth to a daughter, I would like to name her in honor of your lost sister, Isis. My second request is more of a plea though in truth. While the grain your House has provided has helped my people immensely I have lost no less than two cogs to pirates in the Narrow Sea. The Crown has sat upon their hands and the Velaryons done little but give me leave to handle them myself. So I come to you, I would provide ship, and for you and your men, but I request your aid in dealing with that scum.”

>Allow Ser Jon Longwaters to potentially name his newborn after your sister
>Do not

>Agree to aid Ser Jon Longwaters with the pirates, it is only a matter of time until they target your own inbound ships
>Do not

>>44099322
Yeah not convinced. I've never mentioned anything outside of the egg, dragonbone, and Brynden's eyes in regards to magic, and that is low tier as fuck. A Healing Site is just not something on the Malroy lands, anything else just seems like an asspull to me.
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>>44099606
>Allow Ser Jon Longwaters to potentially name his newborn after your sister

>Agree to aid Ser Jon Longwaters with the pirates, it is only a matter of time until they target your own inbound ships


Wauw. Giselle would actually had been useful here. I bet you did it on purpose to spite us Father!

I bet he believes in Whitewalkers and giants aswell!
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>>44099606
>Do not
>Agree to aid Ser Jon Longwaters with the pirates, it is only a matter of time until they target your own inbound ships

Giselle for KL mistress when?
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>>44099606
>>Allow Ser Jon Longwaters to potentially name his newborn after your sister
>Agree to aid Ser Jon Longwaters with the pirates, it is only a matter of time until they target your own inbound ships
Though I don't know how the fuck he expect us to field ships?
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>>44099606
>Allow Ser Jon Longwaters to potentially name his newborn after your sister
But maybe fill him in upon her prediciment?
There should be no lies between us.

>Agree to aid Ser Jon Longwaters with the pirates, it is only a matter of time until they target your own inbound ships

Can anyone here say "Target practice"

The only bright side for us is that targetting our shipping would be a detriment for kings landing, where powerful money men have fingers in pies and would not take kindly to.
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>>44099606
>>Allow Ser Jon Longwaters to potentially name his newborn after your sister
Why do you seek to tie yourself to my house Ser?

>>Agree to aid Ser Jon Longwaters with the pirates, it is only a matter of time until they target your own inbound ships
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>>44099675
He has ships, he wants our archers/infantry/Dontos.
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>>44099683
>But maybe fill him in upon her prediciment?

No the whole point of letting him name her that is to make people believe we still think she is dead.
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>>44099606
>Allow Ser Jon Longwaters to potentially name his newborn after your sister
>Agree to aid Ser Jon Longwaters with the pirates, it is only a matter of time until they target your own inbound ships
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>>44099606
Do I sense a sea battle to ease us into mass combat now that we've boosted our Warfare?
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>>44099712
Eh, sea fights are a different beast to land.
You only need to look at the fate of people like hannibal to see that the rules need learning mostly independantly for each.
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>>44099606
Speaking of names, I kinda think naming a daughter after argella durrandon might be worth considering? Half seems like honoring the king, but also a bit of "remember where the baratheons came from themselves"
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>Allow
>Agree

>>44099675
I assume he just wants our soldiers to beef up the crews. Shame this is happening now rather than later - a squad of Myrish crowssbowmen would give his ships some serious firepower
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>>44099697
Yeah but it'll probably upset him a bit when he learns the truth. Not significantly, I think, but only dear old pops knows for sure.
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>>44099785
Eh. the crossbowmen cost two more Power than Archers would: Vet Crossbowmen cost the same as Elite Archers and have less damage(+1 base damage does not compare to the extra XP from training)

The benefit comes from the extra discipline while defending a fort and the better defense.
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Damn the Longwaters likes us. By the way, should we mention Cecilia's pregnancy and ask him if that offer he made back during the tourny is still standing if it happens to be a girl ?
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>>44099843
Crossbowmen vs Archers at same Power investment
3 better Discipline when defending a fort, 3 worse otherwise
One less Combat Defense, 3 more AR
2 more Bulk
One more base damage
2 less Marksmanship dice(!)
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>>44099938
Remember Myrish Crossbowmen are a homebrew unit.
>>44097955
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>>44099969
Yes, your point? that's what I was comparing them to. The extra 2 power they cost could be spent on the next level of veterancy instead.
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>>44099938
FATHER PLS FIX
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>>44099938
Power investment isn't the only thing to consider though, we also have a limit on troops so a less power efficient unit that takes less space can still be worthwhile.
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>>44099991
I don't know where you got the idea that homebrew units were going to be better than the units out of the book. It's not as if we went through great expense and loss of life and limb to obtain them.
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>>44100012
A limit we aren't anywhere close to hitting yet, and is considerably larger than the number of units we can effectively garrison in a Castle anyway.
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>>44099938
They also train up slower, which seems counter intuitive since crossbows are pretty damn simple.

Just sounds like we would keep them as a defence unit, only brought onto the battlefield to support relief armys.
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>>44100040
Doesn't hurt to think ahead a little
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>>44100174
We will never be able to beat Redward on an open field. It's never going to happen. Our effective troop limit is the number of units that can effectively act as a garrison for Steadhold
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>>44100235
We can win if it is
1v1
Own Armies Only
Open Field
No Allies.
Final Destination
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“You honor me Ser Jon, if you so wish, you may name her such, But… If I may ask, why? You attach yourself to House still hung low, it hardly seems a wise decision.”

“Perhaps my Lord, but there is worth in this, for us both. I need not think of another reason. For that satisfies me.”

You nod along with him, stopping by your stable, watching Gawen barking orders to his stablehands and herding the many horses back to their respective locations, “I could not argue with you then Ser Jon. And yes, yes I will help you with these pirates, they harm us both in their ill advised actions. Send word when you are ready to move and my men will be yours.”

“Very well my Lord. I am glad to hear it, hopefully later we may sit and speak of the matter further, I have collected a rather large file upon them. They seem far too organized for Narrow Sea pirates. But for now, I would beg leave, my brother is still a single man for an evening. And I have a debt to repay in that regard,” he laughs and you shake hands with the Knight of Long Isle. A good man, even if he is in a position that others would scoff at, and an invaluable ally to boot. You could hardly complain, how they were the forgotten Valyrian Houses almost seemed a mystery now.

You enjoy the hustle and bustle of the Tourney Field, walking alone through them, greeting Knights from far and from near. Lord Crabb is speaking with his cousin, Ser Quinton Crabb in his tent, both give you a firm nod. Both Lords of Crackclaw Point had expressed interest in speaking with you in private. And you could hardly believe it was anything less than House Celtigar at this point, he was hardly being subtle about his intentions if your trail was any indication.
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>>44100261
Oh please. Every time we buy a unit Father gives Redward 10
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You decide to spend a longer moment among a fire and table set up by your guests, enjoying the crass nature of it all, it was a camp of young men ready to fight for a Lord’s amusement and a job. A rather odd concept when you reflected upon it, but it felt good, it felt as if your House had regained something here. And if nothing else, you would make Royce nervous. The sudden nature of it all and your suddenly rather large list of Lords and Ladies attending spoke to your House’s influence, of your own name. You dared him to act now, you had become a mystery again, and you knew it would infuriate the halfwit in a moment. But for now your mind remained at home, you needed to build your power base amongst the Crownlands your own forces, become a name not to be trifled with. And while you may have thought it to begin in Dorne, it was here in this moment that you would begin your resurgence.

-End Chapter XXI-

Fuck me I’m falling apart over here. I have a headache and it is absolutely killing me. So quick end, I’m going to archive. I might not be around much to talk today. Quick news before I go, I’m off Wednesday and Thursday next week. I’ll be running on both. Hurray. Watch twitter for the proper announcements.

Oh and crowssbowmen thing, I’m open to suggestions on it. I’m not perfect, and I’m testing this stuff on your guys a mite.
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>>44100235
Oh yee of little faith.

If it was just us vs redward we would kick his ass from his keep to steadfold and back.

Which means we need either to gather allies, wittle him down, or break his alliances. (which we could probably do by degrading his standing).

Vs a larger force? Entirely in the realm of tactics and story as to its possibility, maybe if we were at full force. Unless your going to trott out an armchair general thing again, in which case you have not been paying attention to how quests are run as opposed to games.
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>>44100261
Redward still would win cause Brynden a shit
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>>44100235
>>44100261
>Implying Brynden can't win a legal case
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>>44100302
>Fuck me I’m falling apart over here. I have a headache and it is absolutely killing me. So quick end, I’m going to archive. I might not be around much to talk today. Quick news before I go, I’m off Wednesday and Thursday next week. I’ll be running on both. Hurray. Watch twitter for the proper announcements.

Sorry to hear and woooo!

Is there anything you can tell us. About what has happened, is happening ?

Also remember Brynden is gonna need a new horse.
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Well thanks for running dad. Hope you feel better.
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>>44100302
Crossbows are slow fire but powerful, however they are infinately easier to train than bows. If i may suggest: Have their trainning time increase after a certain point, but the early recruitment/trainning be allot faster than archers.

Thanks for running.
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>>44100311
Our territory is Plains. No amount of tactics on Earth is going to let you win against a force 10 times your number on a literal open field. Redward's forces are less well trained than ours, but from what Father has said, unless I'm very off-base, his forces are mostly Trained Infantry/Cav units and NOT green peasants
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>>44100407
This
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>>44100442
Actually father said in the last thread that if it was only Redwards and our armies that fought we would slaughter him right now.
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>>44100442
You are a silly man.
Tactics is not entierly about use of terrain, even if its a big part of it.
Not to mention: Plains does not necceserily mean everything is perfectly flat. All you need is a gentle dip or defile in the land in a place or two high enough to obscure a mounted men, or hell, men on foot, and you can launch ambushes from essentially nowhere.

The entire point people salivate over horse archers is because their near untouchable in plains by anything except light cavalry.

Harrass with horse archers, draw cavalry out infront, crush with own cavalry, wittle main force with hit and run before sending in infantry for the final blow and inevitable mop up.

Which is the tactics the persions uses to kill the romans when they tried to invade past the selucid empire.
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>>44096801
Upgrade sword.
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>>44101616
A bit late anon



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