This meme needs to die, but Trick has drowned in the attention he's getting.

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Raina spends much of her time on Jyck's horse, trying her best to get used to riding the thing. The steed seems of a lower quality than your own horse and as such is much more difficult to master, requiring effort from the rider to properly stay ahorse and control its direction. Morrec aids her whenever she finds the animal veering off in the wrong direction against her wishes and explains a few key pointers to her.

You content yourself with training yourself with your own animal whenever you have the chance. You manage to get Millennium to bark on command, sit up, stand on two legs and a small assortment of other various performance tricks over the next two weeks of training. You also teach your wolfhound to come after you when you call his name and to stay on your heels following you no matter where you go.

You have enough time to teach it one more trick before you arrive at a very significant location in the ASOIAF novels. Which trcik do you choose to teach Millennium?

>Down – Order Millennium to back down from combat
>Seek – Order Millennium to search an area for a specific object
>Work – Order Millennium to pull/drag a heavy load

>>441695
>Down – Order Millennium to back down from combat

>>441695
>>Work – Order Millennium to pull/drag a heavy load
have my attempt at something anything i need to fix?

>>441695
>>Down – Order Millennium to back down from combat
do not need for him to get killed after we spend two weeks working with him the ass.

>>441695
>Down – Order Millennium to back down from combat
First and most important order.
One that starks should have taught.

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>>441707
forgot the damn thing

>>441695
>Down – Order Millennium to back down from combat

>>441710
I don't believe so. The map seems fairly accurate and the character portraits are not too ridiculously off of what I imagine them to be.

What is it supposed to be?

>>441727
just something a reader can look at and say that's where we are and what's next to us

>>441733
Oh is the red splotch supposed to be the character's location?

I think you should have a key or words if you were trying to indicate that because I didn't notice it.

>>441738
i'll work on it

>>441760
>>441760
Honestly I'd remove most of essos -- maybe keep up the the Free Cities for right now.

Make the character portraits a bit smaller. And yeah that's it. thanks for that though, hopefully gives people some perspective of where they've been and where they are.

>>441763
Can I have discord link

>>441775
https://discord.gg/x64Dj

EVERYONE GETS A DISCORD LINK FRIEND!

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The journey through the Neck is much more tense due to the loss of poor Jyck. Morrec sees criminals, thieves and brigands around every bend in the road. The smallfolk you pass are harassed and watched by the grieving man, yearning desperately to find the culprit responsible for his good friend's murder. Thankfully within two days, before the corpse can really start to stink up Tyrion's wheelhouse, you spy a nearby Sept that houses two Silent Sisters. Tyrion dutifully, and with as much dignity for the deceased as h ecan possibly muster, drops off the body for them to prepare. He leaves enough silver for the Jyck's posthumous journey back to the Westerlands to receive a proper burial. You feel a twinge of regret and . . . guilt, perhaps? You wish you could have saved him.

When you finally escape that smell, boggy marsh filled with lizardlions and mosquitos, even you feel relief. A few paranoid nights on the road you were convinced Meera and Jojen would show up again to kill Raina or something. But now you are past the Neck and officially out of the North's southernmost reaches -- and hopefully the Three-Eyed-Raven's clutches. Which means you've entered the Riverlands. The rich, fertile and populous areas surrounding the three forks of the Trident – the three-pronged river that flows in from the Bay of Crabs. For most of the journey you have the Green Fork of the Trident on your right side, crystal blue waters with small little abodes littered around the grassy flatlands that form most of the region's geography.

The riverfolk have made their livelihoods off the streams running underneath their proverbial feet – and the lack of natural fortifications and defenses have made them no strangers to bloodshed over the years.

The mood of your journey begins to lighten up as you spy far off sights you remember from your readings. There are the Twins – the seat of the treacherous Freys. You spy the Mountains of the Moon – where the bloody Hill tribes live. You even come to the Ruby Ford – the sight of Rhaegar Targaryen's defeat by the warhammer of Robert Baratheon. You almost feel a childish urge to search the riverbed for rubies cracked off of Rhaegar's dragon-encrusted breastplate. But caution and rationality gets the better of you.

Eventually you feast your eyes on the sight of the Inn at the Crossroads. The sight of Tyrion's arrest, Tywin's declaration of Tyrion being declared temporary Hand of the King, and Arya's stabbing of The Tickler. So much history was meant to happen here – but maybe it will experience a much different history as a result of your informed meddling.

When Tyrion enters asking for lodgings, the fat Masha Heddle -- with her sourleaf-stained smile -- informs him that there are only two rooms available.

Tyrion decides to take one of the rooms with Morrec and Yoren to keep him company.

>>441827
>Raina and yourself will take the Barn, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the stable

>>441827
>Raina and yourself will take the room, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the stable

>>441828
>Raina and yourself will take the room, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the stable

>>441827
>Something else? (write-in)

Get the Night's Watchmen the room and we can take the barn or stable. Just say that it is past time the realm starts respecting the position of the Night's Watch again. Because they're currently our only defense against the end of the world

>Raina and yourself will take the stable, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the room
>Raina and yourself will take the room, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the stable
>Raina can have a room to herself, you and Night's Watchmen can sleep in the stable
>Insist to join Tyrion in his room, you don't care who takes the other room
>Something else? (write-in)

Sorry, I fucked up the options a bit. It is fixed now.

>>441828
>>Raina and yourself will take the room, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the stable
Why sleep in the barn when there is a room available? What are we a horse?

>>441841
>Raina and yourself will take the room, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the stable

>>441841
>Raina and yourself will take the stable, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the room
let's not be dicks

>>441836
Backing

>>441841
>Raina and yourself will take the room, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the stable

>>441841
>>Raina and yourself will take the room, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the stable
What do there care? As long as it is warm it is a luxury right? Meanwhile we are a pampered bard, we might ruin or singing voice if we sleep outside.

>>441833
I am currently interpreting this as a vote for

>Raina and yourself will take the stable, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the room

Tell me if I am incorrect

>>441855
yep.

>>441828
>Insist to join Tyrion in his room, you don't care who takes the other room

>>441841
>>441836
Do this
>>441863
Nigger

>>441866
ur mean =(

>>441833
>>441836
>>441847
>>441851
>>441866


Sleep in the stable

>>441834
>>441834
>>441835
>>441843
>>441844
>>441852
>>441854

Sleep in the other room


>>441863
Tyrion

Taking the other room wins.

>>441870
You counted two times the same id two times
>>441834
and
>>441834

and
>>441835
and
>>441844

>>441870
Sleep in stable

>>441886
fuck off proxyfag

Fugg it, revote with the two tied options.

>Take the room
>Take the stable

>>441891
>Take the room

>>441891
>Take the stable

>>441891
>Take the stable

>>441891
>>Take the stable

>>441891
>take the stables.

>>441891
>Take the room

>>441891
>Take the stable

>>441891
Take the stable

>>441891
>Take the stable
Sleep with dog.

>>441894
>>441904
Take the Room

>>441895
>>441897
>>441898
>>441901
>>441906
>>441911
>>441914

Take the Stables

Wait wait wait.

I really fucked up

Shit my eyes and me fucking up the options really screwed the pooch there.

Stables won the first vote by a fucking landslide.

God I'm retarded.

>>441891
>Take the room

>>441897
I can be mean to anyone I want.

check this shit out makes me look like retarded five-year-old monkey http://quartermaester.info/

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You tell Tyrion to let the rest of the Night's Watch take the second room and offer to sleep in the stables. Your patron fixes you with a curious look, but shrugs and informs Masha that his servants will sleep in the barn. Yoren doesn't give you so much as a nod as a . . . subtle body language adjustment of gratitude that wouldn't register to anyone else other than yourself that he appreciates your deference to his organization via your actions as opposed to your words.

Raina on the other hand looks quite pissed at being forced to sleep with the horses.

Tyrion looks back to the middle-aged innkeep. “I believe I will be taking my dinner upstairs in my room. If you could send up a roast fowl and your best wine – running low on my own vintages, currently,” he looks back and up to you and winks.

Masha Heddle curtsies. “Of course, m'lord.”

Before Tyrion can retreat to the safety of the second floor, a handsome slender man with sandy blonde hair and boyish good looks approaches your small crew, sporting a charming smile. He strikes a chord on his harp as he nears.

“Hello Lord Tyrion,” the singer bows flamboyantly. “Would you like for me to sing of your Father's victory at King's Landing while you dine?”

Tyrion forces a smile. “'I am sure such a song would ruin my appetite. And I'm afraid I already possess my own personal singer.”

The man frowns before scanning Tyrion's group. He quickly passes over the grizzled warriors dressed in black to your own, sandy-blonde youthful, handsome face and the lute strung over your back.

Your eyes meet. He narrows his.

“Marillion,” he informs you. His hand on his harpsichord clenches while the other drifts slowly to the strings.

“Will,” you reply just as tersely, wriggling your fingers ready to quick draw your weapon.

Raina tenses as she holds in a gasp.

>Hit him with both barrels
>Back off
>Be friendly
>Ignore him
>Something else? (write-in)

>>441982
>>Hit him with both barrels
Bard off!

>>441982
>Ignore him
this will annoy him the most

>>441982
>Hit him with both barrels
BARD FIGHT

>>441982
>>Hit him with both barrels
got to go for the bard off

Rolled 32 (1d100)

Warming up the dice.

>>441982
>>Hit him with both barrels
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4DRfkYTWC4

>>442000
>not https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6f78_Tf4Tdk

>>441982
>Hit him with both barrels

>>441994
Not Velo the Nigger

Roll me 2d100, best of 3.

Both have a bonus of 19.

Are you truly read to rock?

Rolled 22, 49 = 71 (2d100)

>>442018
no

Rolled 42, 82 = 124 (2d100)

>>442018

Rolled 90, 82 = 172 (2d100)

>>442018
Not Velo is a nigger

Rolled 87, 1 = 88 (2d100)

>>442018
Double Nat 1s incoming.

Rolled 100, 71 = 171 (2d100)

>>442018

>>442018
let's rock

>>442022
As performed by advanced fast finger wizard master class, William Shakespeare.

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>442018
please be 1

Rolled 12, 60 = 72 (2d100)

>>442018
>Rolling

>>442022
That our best roll and proves forever Totally Not Velo is a Nigger. And should be treated as one.
>>442021
Pick that cotton boy.

>>442022
Wow, I have a dedicated hater, I'm so proud

>>442022
i would love it if velo just broke out into an almost rock lute solo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yo6LXD7uzn4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSgoefp8Ol0

>>442043
Hope you like it so far my id will change and I'll be forever gone, then I'll be changed forever this was fun.

Writing!

>>442082
Just pick a good song to play aganist this guy.

>>442018

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As quick as you can manage the lute slithers from your back and into your hands. Marillion begins to pluck upon his harp. Tyrion rolls his eyes, drops silver stags upon Masha Heddle's counter and retreats upstairs with Morrec and Yoren in tow.

You don't notice them though as you're too busy displaying your fingering skills for all the lads and ladies to see. Marillion tries his best to keep up – playing his harp and letting his tenor voice soar as high as he can, but unfortunately from out the gate your skills are better and you have the advantage of songs these people have never heard. Well, except for possibly Raina. But the rest are so engrossed in the lyrics of your own number that they pretty much ignore Marillion.

You duel Marillion in musical skills for thirty minutes before he finally surrenders and retreats to a corner in the back of the Inn, sulking and staring into his cup – morale absolutely crushed.

The rest of the tavern/dining area pays him no heed though as they raise horns of mead and cups of ale to your playing.

At some point Raina sets up the collection plate for donations herself and the silver stags come rolling in along with the adoration of the Crossroads' Inn patrons and more food, drink and revelry than Tyrion possibly could have preemptively paid for you tonight.

At one point Raina begins to shout “Play Free Bird!” at you incessantly until you bop her on the nose.

The playing and merrymaking begin to wind down as patrons either leave to get back on their horses to ride to Kings Landing or go up to their rooms for a night's sleep. Raina shows you your earnings of roughly 100 silver stags and you pat her jovially on the back. Nowhere near the paydays you get with Tyrion but a pretty good score you'd have to say considering the meager means of the people listening.

As you put down your lute carefully, you ponder on what to do now.

>Get fuckin' laid (who?)
>Search for Bronn among the remaining patrons
>Just sleep in the stable
>Something else? (write-in)

>>442142
>Just sleep in the stable

>>442142
>Search for Bronn among the remaining patrons
We should just float the idea that our Lord Lannister has lost a guardsman, and may be open to idea of hiring on someone new.

>>442142
>Get fuckin' laid (who?)
Female Horse
We are sleeping in the stable

>>442142
>Search for Bronn among the remaining patrons
and
>Get fuckin' laid with Rainna

>>442142
>>Just sleep in the stable
>Something else? (write-in)
try to do that thing that Raina does where she's aware of things and sleeping

>>442162
>>442142
Sure. Maybe it'll make her less pissed about sleeping in the stable if we give her a workout beforehand.

>>442142
>Just sleep in the stable

>>442142
>search for Bronn

>>442142
>Search for Bronn among the remaining patrons

>>442142

>>442170
Do this

>>442158
>>442164
>>442169

Sleep in stable

>>442159
>>442162 (Fuck Raina)
>>442168 (Fuck Raina)
>>442176
>>442170 (proxyfag)
Search for Bronn

>>442161
Fuck a horse

Alright roll me 1d100 +1, best of 3. This is a search check.

Rolled 14 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>442181

Rolled 14 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>442181
Rolling

Rolled 90 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>442181

Rolled 53 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>442181

>>442191
>nigger status
>REVOKED
Totally not Velo isn't a nigger anymore

>>442181
oy I resent the accusation
t. justhere2lurk

If we don't make it in time for the tourney of the hand, we should be able to make it in time for the tourney of Joffrey's name day.

>>442218
better put on a trip and join the discord hugbox if you want your vote to count.

>>442275
I am part of the discord hugbox, but I don't see a reason for a trip

>>442275
easy after you vote just actually discuss things instead of not contributing.

it's the perfect threat to make you liven up my quest against your will.

Muahahahah

>>442287
you fiend

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You motion for Raina to get up so you can slide out of your booth. She makes way for you while asking what exactly it is you're doing.

“Looking for some new muscle,” you simply answer as you go about the dining area.

You walk from table to table politely greeting women, children and men who raise their glasses or shout their approval of your skills to you.

You pay careful attention to the older, rugged men, especially those with swords. Just when you think Bronn might not be here you come to a table with three hardened looking individuals sitting hunched over in their booth, nursing cheap drinks. All three of them eye you suspiciously upon your approach.

One is lean with a wolfish appearance. Dark eyes, dark hair and stubble. He looks similar enough to your idea of book Bronn, but you don't recognize his companions. One is blondish with a bit of a darker complexion. The third has a lighter brown mop of curls atop his head and is barrel-chested, with a much heartier build compared to the other two.

As you approach their table the blondish one fixes you with a look that screams hatred.

“Fok off Kaffir,” he orders you in what is most obviously a South African accent. You halt in your tracks. W. . . what?!

“I'm sorry, what did you call me?” you find yourself asking after the shock wears off.

“Nothin', ya cunt,” he continues disparaging you in what is clearly an Earth South African accent. “Move along. We're not paying ya.”

The dark-haired man gives a chuckle and raises his drink. “Liked your singing. Just a bit short on coin at the moment, my companions and I.”

The barrel-chested fellow looks to the blonde one, scowl on his scarred features. “Why the fuck did we come here, again?”

The blonde South African sneers at the biggest of his trio. “Doesn't matter.” He snorts. “Let's just head to the tourney in King's Landing. Fok!” The blonde one slams his tankard on the table angrily, fuming.

>Hey, can I offer you three a job?
>Back away slowly
>What . . . happen to be your names?
>Something else? (write-in)

>>442317
>What . . . happen to be your names?
And here we go.

These are other 'players' trying to do the same thing at the tourney.

>>442317
>What . . . happen to be your names?
If Bronn is definitely among them
>Hey, can I offer you three a job?

>>442317
>>What . . . happen to be your names?
could it be?

>>442317
>What . . . happen to be your names?

>>442317
Which one of you dick licking apes is Bronn the Craven?

>>442317
>*cough*apartheid*cough* *cough*plantations*cough*
>terribly sorry sers it seems somethings in me throat

>>442352
r00d

>>442328
>>442330
>>442331
>>442336

You're doing this.

>>442357
FUCKING THIS also,*cough*wannabe dutch*cough*fake country*cough*

>>442365
*cough*prawns*cough*
*cough*shittyalienmovie*cough*

>>442317
Start playing this
https://youtu.be/Dq0s2eHrMjc

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“So, what happen to be your names?” you ask as you feel a bead of sweat start to form at the top of your skull.

The lean dark-haired one who could pass for Bronn decides to speak for the group. “Bronn.” He gestures to himself with his tankard. “That's Chiggen.” He gestures to the big man who raises his head and eyebrows in confirmation of his name. “And the angry one's named Mills.” Bronn gestures pointedly with his mug before downing his ale in one fell gulp. Mills proceeds to flip you off as you look at him. Your expression turns to worry as you glance around at the rest of the trio. That's definitely an Earth-only gesture. This guy is certainly from the exact same place you came from.

“And what are you called, friend?” Bronn asks, lazily placing his alcohol container back on the knotted wooden table. The emphasis on the word 'friend' speaks of its insincerity. Not filled with antagonism, just merely acknowledging he truly couldn't give a shit about whether you lived or died right next to him. If he's anything like book Bronn he'd slit your throat right there for enough money.

>I'm called William
>I'm William Shakespeare
>cough coughaparteidcough cough
>Would you sers like to make some money as bodyguards?
>Walk away
>Something else? (write-in)

>>442391
>I'm called William
>cough coughaparteidcough cough
>Would you sers like to make some money as bodyguards?

>>442317
Just refer to the south african as a Saracen.

>>442391
>>I'm William Shakespeare
>cough coughaparteidcough cough
>Would you sers like to make some money as bodyguards?

>>442391
>>I'm called William
>Would you sers like to make some money as bodyguards?
We south africans are great mercenaries

>>442391
>I'm William Shakespeare
I am William,from house shakespeare, here to hire some muscle to assist me and my lord on our trip to kings landing.You lot semms capable enough.Thre is good money and a stead pay if you are willng to join

>>442391
>I'm William Shakespeare
>Would you sers like to make some money as bodyguards?
>cough coughaparteidcough cough

>>442405
this

>>442391
>I'm called William
>Something else? (write-in)
You know, since you Bronn are clearly a man of refined taste unlike your Saracen friend, how would you like that I introduced you to a lord that's down one guard and pays really well?
Good manners always pay off.

>>442391
>I'm William Shakespeare
>cough coughaparteidcough cough
>Would you sers like to make some money as bodyguards?

Writing!

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“My name is William Shakespeare,” you inform the sellswords. Mills visibly recoils as he furrows his brow in confusion, mouthing the name 'William Shakespeare' to himself.

He looks up at you as Bronn and Chiggen are merely regarding you with semi-polite stares. You expectorate into your hand.

“COUGH COUGH apartheid COUGH COUGH!”

At that his looks goes from confused to wide-eyed and eventually a grin forms on his lips.

“So,” you continue after your faked fit of coughing. “How would you three sers like to make some coin doing bodyguard work?”

“We ain't no fucking sers,” Chiggen points out. “With fancy titles. Jus' men who know how to swing a sword.”

“How much you paying?” Bronn inquires.

“You stand to earn a lot, if you work for me,” you answer.

Mills nods his head vigorously. “Oi, he's the genuine article. This is what I was talking about. You can trust him.” Mills gestures to his companions with outstretched hands,signaling motion.

Bronn takes a careful study of Mills before studying you with the same observant look. He sticks his tongue into the side of his cheek before he clears his throat and speaks.

“A gold dragon a piece. Up front. For each of us. Or you can go fuck yourself.”

>Done (make them personal bodyguards)
>My Lord Tyrion will pay you handsomely (make them Tyrion's bodyguards)
>No thanks, changed my mind
>Something else? (write-in)

>>442467
>Done (make them personal bodyguards)

>>442467
>>Done (make them personal bodyguards)

>>442467
>Done (make them personal bodyguards)

>>442467
Try to bargain it down

>>442482
Don't be a Jew

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>>442483
>Not trying to Jew people when you're a charisma focused character

>>442467
>>My Lord Tyrion will pay you handsomely (make them Tyrion's bodyguards)
best if we get bronn to stick with tyrion

>>442467
>>My Lord Tyrion will pay you handsomely (make them Tyrion's bodyguards)
Fuck dealing with these chuckleheads all the time. Let Tyrion handle it.

>>442467
do we have that amount of money?

Taking a tiny break

>>442467
>Done (make them personal bodyguards)

>My Lord Tyrion will pay you handsomely (make them Tyrion's bodyguards)
We can't afford their loyalty for the shit we are about to pull off.

Writing!

I mean, what are we even gonna do with these guys besides collecting the winnings at King's landing if we make it in time to put in some bets?

If we use em on bailing out the Starks, we gotta convince the reward money from them is worth it.
Then again, there's a possibility of lordship on the north to be gained from it as well.

>>442527
That but also get bran out the city, not all the way as any good merc would turn on us for the reward

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“Done,” you say as you drop three gold dragons on the table in front of them. Chiggen sniggers as he picks up his. Bronn cautiously inspects his coin and Mills simply spins his while laughing.

“I'll follow you to the ends of your coinpurse,” Bronn tells you smugly.

. . .

You leave them to their comfy inn rooms while you take Raina by the arm and escort her to the stables where you will unfortunately be sleeping tonight.

“I'm still mad about this,” Raina mentions irritably. “Sleeping among farm animals and horse shit is going to ruin my mood. I've done this enough times already.”

“It is a minor convenience. Soon we won't have to fret about where we rest our heads ever again. We will be rolling in cash.”

“All three of us, right?” The two of you turn round to see Mills standing behind you in his dull chain armor, long sword at his side. He places his hands on his hips, beaming. He must have immediately followed after you when you made your exit from the Inn. Suddenly a frown graces his face. He nods towards your lady friend. “She's from the future too, right? I didn't just fok things up there did I?”

Raina snorts. “Yeah. I am. You sound like you're British.”

“Fuck you I'm South African ya dumb cunt,” he spits at her.

“Geez, alright,” she instantly replies at the torrent of aggression. “I'm Raina by the way. And who are you?”

“Mills. So we're goin' to King's Landing and betting on all the fights, right? Splitting the money equally three ways?”

Raina looks at you expectantly.

>I get all the money
>I get half the money, you two each get a quarter of it
>We split the money three ways, yeah
>Raina and I are splitting the money equally, be glad to feed from my crumbs you dumb Boer piece of shit
>I get half, Raina gets a third, you get a sixth Mills
>Something else? (write-in)

>>442553
>>We split the money three ways, yeah
but you know we could do a lot more if we pooled it all together

>>442553
>We split the money three ways, yeah
Mind sharing you story friend?good to get to know my new partner

>>442553
>I get half the money, you two each get a quarter of it
Time to be (((Velo)))

>>442553
>I get half the money, you two each get a quarter of it

Velo would be doing most of the work and putting forth the most amount of money so we should have the bigger share.

>>442553
>I get half the money, you two each get a quarter of it.

>>442553
>Exluding winnings made with loaned money, three ways split on profits. Security costs will be 3 ways as well.
>This is because if you borrow money and double it and then have to split it, you will lose money.

Writing!

let's mention eilinor and say we can get her to fuck him and he'll be done for whatever

>>442568
Tell them that since we've got the highest paying job, wealthy patron and a potential to loan some money for betting, we should get a bigger share.
Guaranteed profit, yes, but we're putting forth the capital.

>>442572
Alternatively if they want, we can go with a system where everyone keeps their own winnings.

>>442553
>She's from the future too, right?
What is this from the future shit? Someone mentioned that in the last thread too. Is there a 4chan in the future of ASoIaF world too? Because I thought they were from another world/universe.

>>442601
No.... it's historical fiction you idiot.

>>442601
Things look old timey so compared to modern day computer stuff it looks like the past.

>>442608
The fucking land masses are different!

>>442615
Are they? These maps and their sizes are their perception of the lay of the land.

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“I get half and you two each get a quarter of the winnings. Does that sound fair?”

Mills shrugs. “Yeah. I'm fucking broke – I'll take what I can get. Here, take this.” He tosses you the gold dragon you paid him moments ago, which you catch in your left hand. “More money for the bets means more money for me in the end.”

Raina sighs out. “I have no clue who even is going to win. Thanks for the money though, baby.” She kisses you on the cheek, after saying such an endearing pet name for the first time to you.

“Well, now that that's settled,” you bid Mills a goodbye for now as you head to the stables.

“Wait!” he calls after you. “One more thing. If we get the chance to . . .Look, there's this girl I want to fok. Her name is Elinor Tyrell! She lives in High Garden with Margaery Tyrell. You know about her from the books, right?”

You feel you stomach go a bit queasy at hearing that name. Of course he wants to fuck Elinor Tyrell. He must have been a player that got attached to the waifu you randomly threw in for Isaac to develop a bond with. You ignore that thought and simply give him a nod.

“Hopefully with all your newly earned wealth you'll have a chance with her.” You force a smile and Mills nods happily, finally letting you go and returning to where his own bed resides.

Raina and yourself lay your bedrolls out on some soft hay that doesn't smell like piss and the two of you drift off to sleep.

. . .

“BLEUGH!” Your eyes shoot open to the sound of someone vomiting. You glance to your right to spy Raina on all fours spewing chunks of last night's meal all over the straw near one particularly displeased horse. She must have crawled over there while you were still unconscious

You chuckle. “You alright there? Can't handle the smell of horse shit?”

Raina wipes her mouth with her sleeve as she nods her head no.

“Nooooooo. This is much worse than horseshit. This is bullshit is what this is!”

You frown. “What are you . . .” as the realization hits you your eyes bulge in your head. Scrabbling into a kneeling position, you crawl over to her. “Wait, you aren't saying –”

“I'm late and I'm not talking about a hair appointment. Shit!” She's almost in tears.

You blink. “You said you had an IUD!”

“I did!” she exclaims. “It should have been fine . . . but, . . . nah, I think I'm fucking pregnant. Fucksticks!”

“ . . . Is it mine?”

“I don't know!”

“How can you not know?!”

“ Uhhhhhh,” she draws out, unwilling to vocalize her answer.

You grimace in disgust. “Really? What happened to not wanting to have to fuck some guy for money?”

“He had a LOT of money. And he's not that bad . . .” Raina trails off.

“Bad looking?” you ask for clarification.

“Uhhhhh, sure. Let's go with that. I'm certainly no ableist bigot!” she mockingly declares before vomiting into the hay again. “Ugh, is there some sort of abortion thing on this planet?”

>Yeah, we'll get you some moon tea
>I . . . want to keep the kid
>Something else? (write-in)

>>442627
>You seriously fucked the dwarf?

>>442627
>let's talk to Tyrion about it

>>442627
She whored herself out? Literally slept around on us? When she didn't even have to? What a fucking degenerate whore. Seriously?

Kill her.

>>442628
>Give me them kids

>>442628
>let's talk to Tyrion about it

>>442628
Moon tea, this isn't the fucking situation to have a child. We're trying to save the entirety of westeros here.

>>442628
>Yeah, we'll get you some moon tea

>>442627
>have dem chilluns like the good chridtian you are
>I mean come on "I" rolled 100

>>442628
>keep the kid

>>442636
This too

>>442628
Nobody else is disgusted by this deceitful degenerate behaviour?

Cucks, All of you are cucks.

Raina fucking dropped.

>>442634
>>442636
>>442648
>>442651

WHUH?

>>442635
>>442640

Talk to Tyrion

>>442637
>>442644
>>442645

I want the kids

>>442641
>>442642

Abort

>>442628
>>I . . . want to keep the kid

>>442636
Let mill do it
Hes a bro

>>442636
I agree we need to cleanse westeros form degenerates, starting with her.

Don't fucking kill her

>>442667
W-Wait are people actually saying this? Weren't we talking about building house shakespear up a while ago? Just give her the options. Sure you can have a terrible painfull abortion that might make you not be able to have kids again or you can give the kid the name shakespear and then raise it for me! *shit eating grin*

>>442676
whoa whoa whoa
we're not legitimizing them. Raise them sure why not. But as bastards. We'll have legitimate heirs later

>>442683
and not with Raina, she's our slutpprentice nothing more

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“You seriously fucked the dwarf?” you ask, anger in your tone no matter how hard you try to be-still your beating heart.

“. . . Yeah.”

“Why did you whore yourself out when you didn't have to?”

“I mean I didn't sleep with him JUST because he's rich and a safety net for when slash if you get yourself killed. He's also charming and smart and witty. And . . .” She turns around and sits on her rump, scooting away from the vomit, hands wrapped round her knees.

“And?” you demand for her to finish the list of his supposed 'good points'.

“And he's not . . . too . . . ugly,” she sort of draws out the statement.

You shake your head. “I can't believe you fucked Tyrion fucking Lannister behind my back!”

She looks at you, offended. “I'm sorry – should I have done it in front of your face instead!”

You stare at her, confused.

She rolls her eyes. “OH WILLIAM!” Raina mockingly screams in orgasmic pleasure. “OH WILLIAM YES! YES! HARDER! Seriously? You just fucked some random peasant girl because she had her legs open for you?”

Raina huffs and crosses her arms across her chest. Shit, she's talking about Dara. You did sort of plow that girl while you were getting drunk at Timos's farm. You didn't think Raina would get mad about that though. You weren't . . . going steady or anything. You shake your head to get yourself out of your thoughts.

“Well, Dara isn't a dwarf!” you defend yourself.

“Oh? So then you wouldn't be mad if I had let all those black guys gang bang me? Since none of them are dwarves!”

“Black guys?” you ask, perplexed.

“The Night's Watchy guys,” she waves her hand demurely as if the specific name isn't important. “The dudes who live in the cold place. You wouldn't mind if I had fucked one of them while you were with your precious Dara?”

“So you fucked the Imp to get back at me?” you deduce, incredulous.

“I fucked whoever I fucked just like you fucked whoever you fucked because we're not together!”

Pause.

“Are we?!” she bookends her mini-rant. That is a loaded question if there ever was one.

>Raina, please marry me and have my children
>Alright, from now on – we're monogamous
>We're just fuckbuddies
>We're through completely
>Something else? (write-in)

>>442688
>We're just fuckbuddies, maybe more later

>>442688
>Let's just be master and apprentice with benefits. Like those ancient greeks- but straight

>>442688
From now on we're monogamous, if I step out on you- you can kill me and vice versa.

>>442688
>We're through completely

if you vote to marry or be monogamous, you are a cuck

>>442688
>>Raina, please marry me and have my children
I'm all in fuckers I'm invested in those kids those where my best rolls

>>442688
Fuckbuddy and someone who works for us, nothing more

>>442688
>>Alright, from now on – we're monogamous
Let mills have the fun

>>442688
BFFs with benefits ťbh

>>442691
this because it's funny.

>>442688
>>We're just fuckbuddies
It's a TRAP!

>>442696
>>442688
change my vote
>Alright, from now on – we're monogamous

quit memeing you fucks we're making the 8

>>442688
>Alright, from now on – we're monogamous

>>442704
b-but muh waifu

>>442688
>Alright, from now on – we're monogamous
>Raina, please marry me and have my children

>>442709
she's cool but not waifu material

>>442690 (proxyfag)
>>442691
>>442698 (proxyfag)
>>442700 (proxyfag)
>>442701
>>442702

Just fuckbuddies

>>442693
>>442696
>>442699
>>442705

Monogamy

>>442694
We're done

The three people who voted fuckbuddies with only one ID have 5 minutes to post again under that same ID

>>442694
>>442688
changing my vote to
>We're just fuckbuddies

>>442713
Yeah hi, I´m not a proxy fuck, my router just resets my IP daily.

Alright you're fuckbuddies now.

>>442700
>>442713
this is me, idk if the id will stay the same I'm on mobile data at work like the pleb I am

>>442688
>>We're just fuckbuddies

>>442715
then looks like you're required to post twice a day if you want to participate son.

can we at least not abort the kids

Quest dropped.

Oh yeah shit.

The fucking kids. LOL.

Alright, new vote.


>Talk to Tyrion about Raina's pregnancy
>Insist Raina keep the children
>Insist Raina aborts the children

>>442713
I cant vote on this shit.too much meme magic

>>442725
>Talk to Tyrion about Raina's pregnancy

>>442725
>>Insist Raina keep the children

>>442725
>>Talk to Tyrion about Raina's pregnancy
Get cucked bru

>>442725
>Talk to Tyrion about Raina's pregnancy
tell him it's his child.

>>442725
talk to tyron

>>442720
B-b-but I live in a very different time zone.
>>442725
>Talk to Tyrion about Raina's pregnancy
We gonna cuck this dwarf into oblivion.

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>>442720
proofski

>>442725
>Insist Raina aborts the children
Falcon Punch the babbies

>>442725
talk 2 tyrion

>>442725
Don't talk to Tyrion and don't insist shit.

>>442725
>Insist Raina keep the children
Abortion is a sin!

>>442725
>cucking tyrion winning by a landslide

We be niggers now.

>>442742
Does that mean we tell him it is his? Because funny as that would be I am sure he has basterds scattered all across the seven kingdoms and wouldn't really give a shit about a couple more.

>>442727
>>442729
>>442730
>>442732
>>442733
>>442737

I'm pretty sure telling Tyrion wins and I don't feel like checking.

Wouldn't it be better to just tell her about Moon Tea and let her make her own choices?

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“We're not together,” you state with conviction. “Just . . . master and apprentice with benefits. Like the Ancient Greeks, but straight.”

Raina thankfully cracks a tiny smile as you say that. “That's what I thought. Let's keep it simple.” She leans forward and gives you a peck on the lips.

You get up and dust off some of the stable straw. “Now let's go inform Tyrion Lannister of our predicament.”

. . .

You find Tyrion breaking his fast accompanied by Yoren and Morrec. The three of them talk and joke – almost like old friends. Morrec looks to have gotten much better since Jyck's untimely demise and Yoren actually seems to have warmed up a bit in this much more temperate climate. As you approach, you believe your scent informs them of your presence long before they hear your boots scuff the floor or catch sight of your person in their peripheral vision.

Tyrion turns to look at you and gives you a smug grin. “You should probably bathe William. I'll want us to head out soon.”

You lean in and whisper into his ear the cold hard truth as bluntly as possible. “Raina's pregnant.”

As you pull back you watch his face melt into a look of shock. He lets his fork clatter to the plate, sausage still skewered on its prongs, and shimmies out of his seat to waddle after you. You lead the dwarf outside as a few outriders make their way past the Inn to King's Landing. Raina stands awkwardly near the crossroads as the two of you make your way over to her.

“Lady Raina,” Tyrion begins. “Is the news William told me true?”

She nods her head. “I believe so.”

Tyrion's eyes artfully glance to your visage before falling back to Raina. “Do you know whose it –”

“Nope! And I think I want to get rid of it," she declares

“Of course of course!” Tyrion nods his head. “Once we make it to King's Landing I'll send for moon tea straight away.”

>No, don't abort the baby!
>This is a good plan

>>442772
>This is a good plan
remove babies

>>442772
>This is a good plan

>>442772
>>This is a good plan
Nobody fucking wants the baby. Westeros is no place for an unwanted baby. You can even sell the aborted baby to some noble lady as an edible restorative!

>>442772
>This is a good plan
Pro Choice in Westeros!

>>442772
>This is a good plan

>>442772
>>No, don't abort the baby

Let's not abort

>>442774
>>442776
>>442777
>>442778
>>442779

This is a good plan.

>>442784
>>442786

Don't abort the baby.

Posting thread theme.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wt5EHAqhR1c

I've kinda lost all interest in Raina desu. On to the next waifu.

>>442792
She was never a waifu to begin with. She's our kawaii inran kouhai

>>442791
Fugg
We aborting two perfectly fine babies

>>442797
this is true, but it better this way because Raina would be a shit mum.

>>442796
I luckily have no idea what this faggotry means

Taking a break. Might not post again tonight.

Rolled 73, 14, 21 = 108 (3d100)

roll

>>442800
cute slut apprentice
not really but the general jist

Rolled 66, 51, 55 = 172 (3d100)

Hobbies and Enjoyments

1-2 Acrobatics 51-52 Glassmaking
3-4 Acting 53-54 Animal racing
5-6 Astrology 55-56 Horse riding
7-8 Music appreciation 57-58 Hunting
9-10 Theatre 59-60 Invention
11-12 Gaming (e.g. chess) 61-62 Jewelry making
13-14 Boating/Sailing 63-64 Jousting
15-16 Collecting 65-66 Juggling
17-18 Calligraphy 67-68 Metalwork
19-20 Cards 69-70 Painting
21-22 Carving 71-72 Philosophizing
23-24 Combat competition 73-74 Reading
25-26 Cooking 75-76 Research
27-28 Dancing 77-78 Riddles
29-30 Dicing 79-80 Sewing
31-32 Animal fighting 81-82 Sports (Wrestling, racing, etc)
33-34 Eating 83-84 Storytelling
35-36 Drinking 85-86 Swimming
37-38 Embroidery 87-88 Art appreciation
39-40 Falconry 89-90 Weaving
41-42 Fishing 91-92 Woodworking
43-44 Fortune-telling 93-94 Writing
45-46 Singing 95-96 Playing an instrument
47-48 Gambling 97-98 Pipe smoking
49-50 Gardening 99-100 Bird watching

>>442803
73: Reading
14: Boating
21: Carving
95: Playing an Instrument

>>442805
66: Juggling
51: Glass-making
55: Horse-Riding
95: Playing an instrument

>>442807
>juggling
we're a traveling entertainer check
>glass making
we know alchemy check
>horse riding
self explanatory

believable and arguably IC ťbh

Alright I'm done for the night. Going to bed.

I'm thinking a retcon may be best but I figure I'm only going to retcon one action. I'm leaving it up as a vote for the players until I do another session tomorrow or perhaps later.

Reply to this post with one of these numbers and that action never will have happened.

1. Gay sex with Benjen.

2. Seducing Raina

3. Giving Tyrion the go ahead to fuck Raina

4. Getting Raina pregnant

5. Fuck retcons you pussies

>>442824
5

>>442791
I'm gone for a second and anons purge our legacy? What's this!?

And why were anons so mad about Raina seducing Lord Moneybag?

>>442824
>2

>>442824
2

>>442824
>5
No regrets

>>442824
>5. Fuck retcons you pussies
I felt that the Benjen encounter lacked some kind of built-up, it appeared too suddenly.
The other choices and happenings, I can relate to, they seem plausable.

Retcon is another word for the QM failure. Trick = Failed QM.

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>>442834

>>442824
>5
a true man moves forward regardless of his mistakes

>>442829
>>442830
just because it didn't end in total victory... it makes it more interesting, that the protagonist doesn't have a magical i-win button for every story development.

>>442835
"Shh shh, there there. I'm here for you, Trick dear. Shh shh, there, all better now. And now go and continue to write the Velo-Raina-love-romance quest!"

>>442824
5
Let's go with no retcons

But I feel If we had a bit less of this Raina waifu bullshit we'd be better off, that shit seems to me like only slowing down the quest

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>>442827
>>442831
>>442833
>>442838
>>442842
>>442838

>>442824
5
Everything is fiiiiiiiine

>>442824
>3. Giving Tyrion the go ahead to fuck Raina

>>442847
>>442848
But without those, it's just a generic travel-to-another-world-and-don't-do-anything-wrong quest...

>>442824
I love seeing the ship sink

>>442878
It's no sinking, it's soaring!

>>442878
Huh
So much for never posting under that trip

>>442931
Velo##223344664499

There you go now it's truly dead

>>442940
Why don't you take it one step further and kill yourself

>>442878
>>442940
what got you so bothered. I thought you sorted things out with Trick. Was that Benjen scene so bad? Cheer up my third favorite qm :^)

>>442824
1

>>442824
>5

>>443123
>>442824
Changing to 3, I don't want tyrion's herpes

>>442824
>5. Fuck retcons you pussies
>>443154
Tyrion doesn't have herpes, he has plot armor