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Welcome to A Song of Silver & Sword: House Grallner Quest. Here we will follow the journey of Ser Landon Grallner, the Knight of Whitestone Keep sworn to House Belmore of Strong Song. The year is 288AC, winter is at its peak in the Vale, and the coffers of House Grallner grow thin as does its food supply. The smallfolk find themselves restless, the Mountain Clans grow bolder, and the shadows of the Mountains of the Moon loom large.

Prayers do not fall upon deaf ears, they find succor upon the mind of Ser Landon Grallner. With sword in hand and Faith as his shield, he rouses himself to the challenge.

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House Grallner Quest uses the SIFRP rules as dictated by the A Song of Ice and Fire Roleplaying, A Game of Thrones Edition. In addition to a handful of homebrew rules common to these quests. A .pdf dump is below for those interested in the complete ruleset.

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House Grallner of Whitestone Keep House Sheet:

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1Q_yzFTNCWwHFKkmjvoldXG7jfAyfh00o4u_wVVhyPl4/edit?usp=sharing

Ser Landon Grallner Character Sheet:

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1Nns7W-QIAngHsIM6j8XZR8_mCwRMnO8GArf6lSZw2aE/edit?usp=sharing

SIFRP Resources:

https://www.mediafire.com/folder/6sar1o14399xv/SIFRP

House Grallner Archive:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=House%20Grallner

"Justice Soars."
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“By the Father I invoke wisdom and guidance in these times of struggle and uncertainty. By the Warrior I invoke courage and the strength to face my challenges head long, as I would battle. By the Mother…” your voice trails, hand continues at task, ears perk to the unlatching of the wooden door behind you and the sound of footsteps, a cold breeze reaches the back of your neck before the words.

“Ser-”

“We have spoken of this Maffew.”

“Yes, Ser. I… I am aware,” the man hesitates for a moment, mouth lipping words without sound, “Morning prayer is of the utmost importance and is not to be disturbed. However, I thought it prudent that you should be made aware that the Belmore arms have been sighted down river. Ser Trevor has been sent to the docks to welcome them. I thought such…”

“An unexpected visit,” you murmur to yourself. Not so much completing Maffew Shett’s sentence as continuing your prayers. Hands complete task upon your breastplate, the final piece of armour you had yet to don during your morning ritual. Wake, take morning prayer, polish and care for your plate, sharpened your sword, and arm yourself for the day with iron and Faith. You sigh and cast eyes to the side toward the small wooden shrine dedicated to the Seven, “Seven I ask for your deliverance through these trials, both new and old. Amen.”

“Amen,” Maffew echoes, eyes upon his feet.

You rise to your feet, finishing the task of straps and buckles that secure your plate to your chest, “The Belmores sent no word?”

“Not anymore than they usually do these days,” Maffew responds, “I very much doubt it is Lord Benedar himself.”

“What makes you say that?” you respond with a flat look, not quite have grasped the entirety of the situation yourself.

“Word had… Spread that Ser Cador Belmore was going on tour of the Vale. Far be it from me to question a Lordling taking to ship and road during the dead of winter but alas. I thought it a simple thing of meeting Ladies of the realm, he is yet unmarried from what I understand.”

You wave a hand as you leave the makeshift Sept set within Whitestone’s garden, the grounds were barren of people, a few scattered guards were all that remained, it was quite, far quieter than your youth here. Soft snow fell upon your shoulders, the metal of your plate made the serene day seem that much colder however. Maffew closes and latches the door behind him and joins your walk across the courtyard.

“You did not think this worthy of my attention?” you ask.

“Frankly… No my Lord,” Maffew responds with a screwed up face, the tip of his nose growing red from the cold, “Your only sister is married to that dolt, Ser Dumas in Gulltown. And there are no Ladies of worth here in the Whitestone. Aside from…”

“We will not speak of her.”

“Of course Ser.”
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You pause, face screwing up and words failing your tongue, “I… I don’t even know where to receive him? Should I ride out with Ser Trevor? Meet him upon the docks?”

“That is Trevor’s task Ser,” Maffew says pulling his cloak closer to himself, “You are the Knight of Whitestone Keep now, you may receive him in your hall, upon your seat surrounded by your loyal men and Household, as is befitting a man of your station.”

“My station,” you scoff under your breath, “I am still but a Knight, Maffew, a Knight in service to my Lord, as is my duty.”

Maffew sighs, the elder man having far more of an opinion of your title and what it entitled you than you did. As was his way, son of a far flung cousin of House Shett, he could only dream of such things and as such he projected his manner and desires upon you more often than not. Much to your continued annoyance. The man looks about the courtyard as you stand in silence, perhaps thought, “Ser? May we go inside, I fear the loss of another toe should I stand out here any longer.”

>”You go ahead Maffew, prepare the hall, assemble the Household. I will ride out to meet the Belmores with Ser Trevor.” (Ride out to meet Belmore)
>”Yes, send word to the Household we will be receiving an envoy of House Belmore and to assemble in the Hall. You will meet me there within the hour.” (Wait and receive Belmore in your hall)
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>>1719637
>>”Yes, send word to the Household we will be receiving an envoy of House Belmore and to assemble in the Hall. You will meet me there within the hour.” (Wait and receive Belmore in your hall)
We are Lord of our Keep, we will meet him in the keep.

Seems weird he didn't send word before. REAL STRANGE.
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>>1719637
>”Yes, send word to the Household we will be receiving an envoy of House Belmore and to assemble in the Hall. You will meet me there within the hour.” (Wait and receive Belmore in your hall)
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>>1719637
>>”Yes, send word to the Household we will be receiving an envoy of House Belmore and to assemble in the Hall. You will meet me there within the hour.” (Wait and receive Belmore in your hall)
Best meet him inside.
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>>1719637
>”Yes, send word to the Household we will be receiving an envoy of House Belmore and to assemble in the Hall. You will meet me there within the hour.” (Wait and receive Belmore in your hall
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>>1719632

OP can you make a twitter account for announcements? It's easy to miss new threads or the restart of an idle thread in /qst/.
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>>1719649
to be fair to him, we don't have a maester, so any raven he sent could have gone unnoticed
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>>1719637
>>”Yes, send word to the Household we will be receiving an envoy of House Belmore and to assemble in the Hall. You will meet me there within the hour.” (Wait and receive Belmore in your hall)
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>>1719734
I think that\s what we need to do first, and maybe learn how to read and write from him.

We're a Zealot who can't read the holy text, so our character would want to learn
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>>1719734

We really need to fix that soon. Also we should learn to read ourselves.
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OP is really reminding me of FAther though. DAD IF IT IS YOU PLEASE RUN MALROY AGAIN.
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>>1719752
We can just hire a Septon to teach us how to read. Then maybe we get a Maester after him.
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>>1719637
>”Yes, send word to the Household we will be receiving an envoy of House Belmore and to assemble in the Hall. You will meet me there within the hour.” (Wait and receive Belmore in your hall)
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What do we look like?
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>>1719805
We are Andel and have blood of them.

Distinctive features
Light skin
Generally light-haired
Brightly colored eyes
Chivalric tradition
Maybe we can go for a red hair blue eye character it's different and work with Attractive.
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>>1719837
That's Tully features though and their famous for them.
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>>1719805
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>>1719853
Goddamn we're handsome.
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>>1719853
Its funny. Because that was more or less what i pictured him as.
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>>1719853
Kind of like this picture more.
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>>1719845
>Tully features
Didn't know that

>>1719853
I like this
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>>1719837

Red hair is a first men trait, blond hair is more Nadal.
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>>1719865
I like that armor, don't know what it's called though.
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>>1719873
overdesigned
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”Yes, send word to the Household we will be receiving an envoy of House Belmore and to assemble in the Hall. You will meet me there within the hour.”

“Of course Ser,” he says with a wiry smile and moves of hurriedly before you. Entering the mudroom after you take a moment to kick the snow from your boots and brush the small bit off from your shoulders. You hear a string of curses, likely Maffew, and a crashing noise from the hallway accompanied by a handful of barks.

“BENNY, HERE BOY!”

Benedict, or Benny for short, comes rushing into the room, circling about your legs twice before sitting down and looking up to you with a pointed gaze. He had been a gift from a Knight of House Belmore some odd years ago after the Rebellion, Marwyn you believed his name was, said he was from one of the finer breeders of Grimarbor, a wirehaired pointing griffon, if you recalled correctly. Benny had become your fast friend, disciplined and attentive. Just as good as sussing out Mountain Clansmen as Marston, the Captain of your scouts. You toss a small piece of jerky and he catches it with a wag of his tail and a bark of thanks.

“Mornin’ m’lord,” a voice calls from the doorway, the aforementioned Marston, “Report?”

“Report and walk,” you respond waving for him to follow you into the Keep.

“Aye, could use a spot of breakfast meself.”

“We’ll be having guests.”

“Oh aye, I’m aware, m’lord. Best manners and all, understood,” he says with a quick laugh, “Me Irregulars were the ones that caught wind of the Belmore ship down river. Had one of the boys ride home early and tell ole Maff the fortuitous news. Ain’t everyday we play host to the bloody Belmores.”

Marston was part of the old guard, those few remaining that hadn’t taken the Black with your uncle post Rebellion. He, as Ser Trevor, didn’t have the most favorable opinions of the Lord Belmore, as was typical of the previous Household and its Lord. He was loyal to you though, and a good man all the same so he kept his place as the Captain of the scouts, even if the Irregulars were made up of more green summer boys than trained and veteran men now.

“Any news of the Mountain Clans?”

“Not so much as a word,” he says with a hard swallow from his flask, he wipes away the wet from his moustache and continues, “Few of those little moon carvings in the trees again. Coupla smallfolk complaining about them gettin’ bolder. Fear they’re getting a touch too close to the mines meself.”

“The Foreman?”

“Says that Asher’s bowmen provide them with enough protection for now. But those Moon Swallows get much closer…” he trails off to nod towards the young washerwoman hurrying by, “And… Well we mights got us a conflict on our hands.”

You sigh, crossing the threshold into the main hall of the Whitestone, here the paint upon the gray building stones still shined like new, the only part of the castle you could afford to actually keep up.
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The twelve fireplaces roared with the fresh morning wood, a modest breakfast was being placed upon the long tables, along with bread and salt for your soon to be guests.

“We’ll discuss this further later tonight Marston. Have your completed report as is protocol,” you say in dismissal, gaining a salute in response as he marches off to join his men at the bottom of the hall. Benedict follows you to the high chair, taking the few extra steps faster than you and circling his usual spot before sitting in all of his majesty. You pat his head and take your own seat, settling in with the creak of iron and leather upon the cold stone seat. Your twin brothers, Lincoln and Liam can be seen entering the grand hall with the First Regiment near the end of the hall. They salute and snap off a few orders before taking leave to join you at the high table.

“Belmores?” Lincoln asks.

You nod in silence.

Liam grins, “Don’t suppose we can’t go with ‘em when they return to Strong Song? Might be better game to hunt there.”

“You disgrace yourself with these tryst,” you respond flatly.

Lincoln puffs himself up mocking your tone and word and the two laugh as children would.

“Loosen up brother,” Lincoln says, “Might be it a quick rough and tumble might get the stick outta yer arse, aye?”

You frown, grinding your teeth in response to the immaturity of your young brothers, they were men true of three-and-twenty but acted as brats, treating command as a chore, duty as a bore, and their loins as the only weapons in their arsenal. It was tiring. They didn’t even bother to attend mass now that mother was away.

“You will at least pretend to have manners Lincoln, Liam,” you say pointedly, “This is our sworn Lord, a man of great stature and worth. He deserves your respect.”

“Sounding like father more and more everyday Landon,” Liam says slouching into his chair, waving his hand about in disinterest, “Wanna go on about loyalty next? Or get caught in a loop about the late great Lord Earp?”

You can feel the vein on your forehead begin to pump with heat and take a great sigh to calm yourself, “You will do this.”

“Fine, fine,” they both respond in unison, though Lincoln adds, “Just don’t let ‘Justice Soar’ if he gets under your skin, yeah?”

Family is suffering you think to yourself, staring hard at the plate of food before you. They often mocked, your words, your manner, your Faith. They poked and prodded both you and every woman with a heart beat they could find. Arrogant, Honor-Bound, Ignoble they would call you, every time with a slight of malice. It was not jealousy you thought, merely cruelty for two men who took had everything from their elder brother. Though most often it was one word that bothered you the most.

Landon’s greatest Flaw?
>Arrogant
>Honor-Bound
>Ignoble
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>>1719910
>>Honor-Bound
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>>1719910
>Arrogant
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>>1719910
I'd say, according to our backstory and everything, we're
>Honor-Bound
because of us killing Earp and everything, so we're trying to make up for it?
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>>1719910
>Honor-Bound
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>>1719910
>Honor-bound
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>>1719910
>Ignoble
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>>1719910
>>Honor-Bound
Seems to work best with our character. Also Op are you using another software to check the spelling/Grammar. Not to be rude but you seem to be missing a couple of words here and their.
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>>1719853
This is close to what I was thinking for Landon, so we'll go with that.

>>1719731
I shall after this thread.
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>>1719910
>>Honor-Bound

you forgot to spend five paragraphs describing the breakfast OP, are you sure you're cut out for a GoT quest?
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>>1719966
God I love the food scenes. It's a shame Brian Jacques is dead, there might've still been hope for an epic crossover where all he and Martin do is explain how awesome the bacon is.
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>>1719910
>Honor-Bound
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>>1719910
>>Honor-Bound
and
>Ignoble
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Do we have our coat of arms or the Star of the Seven on our shield?
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>Honor Bound

Man our brothers are dicks.
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>>1720034
I don't think we chose one specifically, but there's a lot of options at the end of the last thread

my personal choice would be this one
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>>1719910
>>Honor-Bound
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>>1719910
>honor-bound
Maybe one of our personal goals should be getting our brothers to respect us
Seeing as were a zealot, we probably banned brothels which probably pissed them off
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>>1720207
>Bro if i want to father a small army of brothers that is my business
>Landon cites the scriptures in response
>Brothers walks off pissed and plots to have us sent to the wall
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Honor-Bound.

You lived by your Honor, those sworn vows as a Knight. But they twisted those words, called you short minded and limited. As if a life without Honor was worth living. Honor for the Seven. Honor for your family, for your House. Lord Emmerst’s fate was the greatest of their blows, that your Honor wasn’t worth shite if it could be used to justify the death of a your former Lord. It was not as twisted and contrived as they liked to think. Your Honor compelled you to the greater good, to the greater Lord, to things greater than yourself. Loyalty went hand and hand with Honor, and your were Honor-Bound to that loyalty to the Vale not to any man. Especially that which wasted your Honor on his prize fights.

The twins calm themselves, tucking into their food. Hard bread and fried eggs, thick slabs of bacon, lukewarm brown ale to wash it down. You were entitled to a few sausages of undescribed meat from the very back of the storerooms and goat cheese from the farmers of the neighboring villages. It was a modest meal simple and effective, you needn’t more, but a quick word to the kitchens in anticipation of higher tastes is made to assure your guests are fed decently.

You continue to break your fast in silence, thinking of small things. Maffew had been in your ear of late to hold court, it had been nearly five months since the last time you had the smallfolk that gathered at the foot of Whitestone Keep’s winding walkway grew by the day. Or so you were told, it had been more than a year and half since you last left the Keep, a Tourney in Grimarbor, one with a Melee that your arm and Faith had won. Those funds had paid for your food, ale, servants, everything to keep the Whitestone alive, but they dwindled ever faster with the day. The silver from your mines was profitable, but not as much as you would like, and with so few people to work it and the ever present threat of the Moon Swallows you found yourself with dust rather than dragons in your coffers. You prayed for deliverance, often, daily mayhaps. And every day it felt the same, worries to be shunted off until another day. But it burned your insides, ambition had helped you climbed to such heights as this, to stagnant now when all the name ‘Landon Grallner’ meant was the man who has a predisposition towards pushing fat Lords from their own towers was not good enough for you.

Burning thoughts are left to smolder with the arrival of Ser Michel the Sisterman, the second of the two Knights still in your employ. He had been a Hedge Knight, of, unsurprisingly, the Three Sisters. Knighted by a Lynderly after the Rebellion and taking up residence here in Whitestone Keep a year back after finding the vistas to his liking. He comes before the high seat, incling his head ever slightly, “M’lord- Er… Ser.”

“Ser Michel, report.”
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“Ser,” he responds quickly, standing to attention, his helm under his arm, his cloak still wet with snow, “Lord Benedar Belmore sends his regards. He begs forgiveness for the surprise of the visit and requests you take no offense to his son and heir Ser Cador Belmore visitation.”

“He is forgiven,” you say with a nod, “Ser Cador?”

“Is in the foyer Ser,” Michel responds, “With ten men-at-arms and two Knights. The latter and him are freshening up before joining you.”

“Of course,” you say, not sure what else to say in this particular situation, your only real base of assumption was Lord Emmerst, and he wasn’t particularly well spoken or welcoming to unexpected visitors, especially Belmores.

Ser Michel leaves off with a salute and you shoo Lincoln and Liam off, before standing and taking place at the front of your seat. From the corner of your eye you see the young Wylla Earp and her handmaiden Jeyne Stone coming in from a side entrance, the former with the usual petulant look of rebellion fixed upon her face and the latter with one of exasperation. Jeyne brings the girl to your side, fixing her hair before leaning over, “I’m sorry for our delay m’lord. You know how she can be in the morn.”

“We have important guests Lady Jeyne.”

“I am aware m’lord,” she says with a sheepish tone, “I am sorry she has caused offense, the proper discipline will be taken.”

“I expect as much,” you respond straightening as the doors to the grand hall upon, a rush of cold air coming in and sweeping across your face. You were grateful to the thick beard that sat upon your cheeks for a moment before seeing him and all other thoughts leaving along with words.

Ser Cador Belmore was a handsome man, far moreso than his sire, the fat Lord Benedar. Still in his late twenties and his prime he looked every bit the part of the young Lordling. Barring one thing, the limp that accompanied him. From what you had been told he gained it from Lord Yohn Royce in a joust some years back. He could fight on it, ride on it, and generally exist but it still marred him and was a point to be well avoided in conversation. So said Maffew at least.

Ser Trevor Trant reaches you first and takes his place to your side, kneeling with you before Ser Cador, “Watch your eyes lad,” the elder Knight cautions, “Keep them level with his. You are not some mud covered wretch, you’re a Knight.”
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You nod, appreciating the more experienced man's words, he was easily your best man, a knight of some forty odd years but with enough experience in wars and Lording to be of an undisputed value. The Stormlander had come into Lord Earp’s employ when he was but a man of twenty, and you a young lad. He rose quickly and was showered with praise and gift for his arm and worth to the Lord Emmerst. He won a hundred trails and one it was said, but lost one and it all came tumbling down. He was your predecessor as Lord Earp’s sword, the man that fought to resolve debt and gambles. And it always felt strange in the back of your mind that he among all had decided to stay in Whitestone Keep.

“Ser Landon Grallner, please rise,” Ser Cador says with easy smile and outstretched arm to help you from your knees, “Only you’d wear full bloody plate in the dead of winter.”

“It is my way, Ser Cador,” you respond with little thought and his smile only grows as he pulls you in for a rather uncomfortable and awkward hug. He breaks away with a pat upon your arm, “I trust your men will see to mine own, in need of food and drink, and likely rest. Having spent the night awake and alert.”

“Of course Ser,” you wave off your brothers to do the deed, rathering them far away from anything else that may involve speaking, “Please, take bread and salt and break your fast with me here.”

A serving boy brings the platters over and Ser Caodr breaks off a corner splitting it into three and giving his Knights their own pieces before dipping it in salt and taking his own bite, “A man of tradition still. My father respects that about you. A man who knows his place in this word and all that,” he rolls his eyes, “These fine gentlemen are my sworn swords, Ser Byren Belmore, a cousin, and Ser Artys Waynwood a dear friend.”

“It is my pleasure Sers,” you say while sweeping your arm, “Lady Wylla Earp, and my brothers Lincoln and Liam Grallner. And you have met Ser Trevor Trant, already.”

Ser Cador’s eyes linger upon the young girl for a while longer than she is comfortable with and her eyes are quickly drawn to the floor as he gives greetings to your incredibly small Household. He looks about a touch after and furrows his brow, before approaching you again and speaking word to ear.

“Ser Landon,” he starts with a pause, “I have matters to discuss with you, words of my father and that of mine own. If we may retire to a more private location?”

The hair on the back of your neck prickles and you look at the heir to Strong Song with a queer look only to be received by one of utmost seriousness.

>”Of course my Lord. We shall retire to the solar.”
>”I will beg your forgiveness my Lord but all matters of House are spoken here, I keep no secrets from my men.”
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>”Of course my Lord. We shall retire to the solar.”


Seriously with this writing i am pretty sure that this is actually Father just doing a side quest to relax and get back in the mood
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>>1720243
>”Of course my Lord. We shall retire to the solar.”
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>>1720243
>”Of course my Lord. We shall retire to the solar.”
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>>1720243
>>”Of course my Lord. We shall retire to the solar.”
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>>1720243
>>”Of course my Lord. We shall retire to the solar.
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>>1720243
>”Of course my Lord. We shall retire to the solar.”
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>>1720263
Better not be a side quest we have too many pagans to kill and septs to build for a side quest.
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>>1720313
We need money tho
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>>1720327
Someone paying a huge dowry would probably help to get that.
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>>1720327
Do well by the Gods and they'll do well by you.
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>>1720327
we might find that the moon sparrows have some nice loot, and we can expand our mine with the survivors as labor
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>>1720338
The Gods help those who help themselves
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>>1720417
Find a wife whos father is stacked.
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>>1720426
I'd rather a wife who's stacked
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>>1720441
We must find one that has both then! A wealthy vale or riverlander with huuuuuge.... tracts of land.
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>>1720455
I want a northern wife.....
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>>1720546
bah, their cunts are as cold as their lands

a nice girl from the Reach is the obvious choice
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>>1720556
>a nice girl from the Reach is the obvious choice
That can work they have great lands for farming and the pop for a army
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>>1720570
>Thinking we're getting their lands
We are a knightly house no way in hell are we getting to marry a noble daughter who stands to inherit.
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“Of course my Lord,” you say quickly, slightly taken aback by the seriousness in his eyes, “We shall retire to the solar. Please forgive the state of it. I hardly use it.”

“We are aware,” he responds stiffly. His two Knights peel off, taking places to find food and drink by the fires.

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A servant brings you food to the poorly kept solar that once belonged to Lord Emmerst Earp. The place had fallen into such disuse the arms of his House still stood proudly upon the wall, something Maffew Shett is quick to rectify though he fails to take down the portrait of the family before he leaves off. There is a pile of unopened letters upon the oaken table, seals of wax left unbroken for however long it had been since you were last in here. Ser Cador sighs taking his seat with an effort and rubbing his lame leg for a moment for taking a bite of duck breast and sitting back to examine you.

Under the eye of the Strong Song heir you can feel a warmth spread throughout your body, perhaps not that of embarrassment, certainly not of anger, but mayhaps one of confusion born of unannounced scrutiny.

“My father is worried,” he starts between bites.

Your face screws up slightly and you look to the table for answers, “For what?” you manage out after a time.

Cador takes a swallow of wine and picks at his teeth before continuing, all the while allowing his eye to rest upon you, he waves his fork in the air, perhaps attempting to find proper word for a bannerman, “Your… How to say this… Your contentment. Your quiet. Your lack of wife. Lack of family, lands, incomes. Lack of bloody fucking all.”

You wince at his words, biting your own tongue, in this Household such cursing was banned, though it was an effective means to keep the servants in check around you it did little to nothing for your brother’s disposition or Lady Wylla’s.

“I provide my Lord with silver. And have sworn my arms to him,” you respond back staring at the pile of letters now, “That is my duty, and I honor such things. If I have displeased him.”

“You don’t know my father Landon,” Cador says with a chuckle, “There is little that doesn’t displease him.”

You search for words again, though only remember Ser Trant’s eyes trained upon his, not the floor not the table, you were the Knight of Whitestone Keep, act it. You look up and match his gaze, it was not hard as before he looked to struggle with his thoughts as well. He was a good man you bet, though not really as such things were an affront to the Seven, and one of the Faith if the seven pointed star upon his breast meant anything.

“I will speak to make amends,” you say with strength in your voice again.

“You had best,” he says with almost dismissal, “Lest he send me off here again unannounced to come down upon you like hammer on nail. The letters, half of them are from my father. Can you not read man?”
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Your eyes shift a moment, a slight flinch upon your lip causes Ser Cador to sigh and sit back.

“I did not know. I am sorry if my matter offends. My father wishes to speak with you, whether it be letter or in person. He cares not. Just to speak. He asked me to check with your Maester but I am right in assuming you have none?”

“No, not one to speak of. I have Maffew Shett, my steward. Usually he takes my letters.”

“Does he not know his heraldry?”

“Not as well as I had thought,” you respond stiffly.

“Apparently not…” Cador takes another bite, “Get a Maester, Landon. Or learn your letters yourself.”

“I shall.”

“Are your people starving Ser Landon?”

“Not so much as I am aware my Lord.”

“The state of those docks would say otherwise. Half the population looks to be beggars, a quarter whores, but all ill-fed. I was surprised to see any so openly whoring in your domain Ser. We gave them some grain and ale from the ship’s stocks, but not enough to survive. Winter is an ill fated thing for the smallfolk, if you do not take care of their needs then during the spring there will be none to plant your crops.”

“I… I thank you my Lord,” you say, feeling guilty, it was your duty to feed these people. You hadn’t known it was so bad, Maffew should have said something to you. According to him the people were being sent the grain. Something began to sit poorly at the back of your mind.

“The state of your army my Lord?”

“Four hundred strong.”

He openly laughs at this, “They look men greener than gooseshit Ser Landon. At most you have a hundred good men. And your Knights?”

“Two, you met both.”

“One half in the twilight of his days and the other a commoner brought high by some bloody Lynderly.”

“Those are my men my Lord. They are good men.”

“And how are they faring against the Mountain Clans, hm?” Ser Cador says with a shift in tone, sitting forward, “Do you run patrols? Scout the area? Do you keep them from your smallfolk’s homes and your mines?”

“To the best of my ability, yes,” you say almost a tinge of anger upon it, “It is my duty. I am honor-bound to these things.”

“Horse shit,” Cador responds sternly, “Do you know why I had my men awake at all hours this night? Why they look half dead? As soon as I had crossed into your territory Mountain Clans attacked. An ambush. We have one in the brig upon my ship. A crescent moon carved on his forehead. We know these are Moon Swallows Ser Landon, Lord Earp had fought them for years and upon more than one occasion begged our aid to little avail as I’m sure you know.”

You sit back, mind blank, jaw hanging loose. Honor meant shite if you didn’t do your duty.

“Did… Did you have casualties?”

“Aye. My squire, Ser Bryen’s son, a boy of ten. The man blames you.”
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And for that I do not blame him you catch yourself thinking, “Seven be good. I heard nothing of this. My men patrol and bring reports every day. I… I should have known there was an attack.”

“And this is where my concern comes in Landon,” Cador says, “My father thinks you a lunk, a sword to be pointed and told whom to kill. You are not more than a tool to him. And if a tool becomes rusty, broken?”

“You replace it.”

“See, knew you weren’t that thick in the skull. My father wishes to see you, to berate you far worse than I have, doubly so once he learns of our kin’s death. But I do not believe all of these things are your fault. I believe you have someone in your Household speaking to do damage to your reputation. Who seeks more than his station. A loyalist perhaps, an Earp holdout. Surely you realize you have enemies?”

In truth you hadn’t, Whitestone Keep was your sanctuary, you trusted the people here, even your brothers for all they were worth. It hadn’t ever occurred to you that someone would be so willing to exploit your nature and sabotage your House from within. Your stomach churned, how much had you missed? Had the Seven’s light left your home?

Cador sees the turmoil in your eyes and knows your answer, “I see… You pray, every day Landon. I know this, I know you, from the Rebellion. Even when we were marching into the Riverlands you prayed. I believe in the Faith as strongly as you do. But a man who only prayers sits upon his hands and is deaf to the world. Surround yourself in Faith, yes. But do not allow it to blind you. The game is not won by men who do not help themselves, nor are they blessed by good fortune by the Seven.”

“I… I understand,” you respond slowly, with unsure word.

Ser Cador sighs and runs his hand through his hair, “You need to hold court again Landon. Your people have begun to show up at Strong Song. My father isn’t pleased by it either. He sent some gifts, some things to make you look more the Knight of Whitestone Keep. Clothes, tunics and breeches that don’t just go underneath your plate. Will you please change into them and hold court by luncheon? I will be by your side through this, to answer the questions that my Lord Father would normally need to. Can you do this thing for me Landon? A small step of atonement, to right the wrongs.”

>”Yes my Lord. It is my duty to walk this path of atonement.”
>”No my Lord. My House suffers a saboteur. They must be dealt with.”

>Any question for Ser Cador Belmore? Doesn’t have to be related to what he has told you, just general questions.
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>>1720603
>>”Yes my Lord. It is my duty to walk this path of atonement.”
we are obviously not getting the full truth about our lands. We had better start by hearing our smallfolk and we can seek out the saboteur afterwards
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>>1720603
>”Yes my Lord. It is my duty to walk this path of atonement.”
>"My lord, after I hold court may I speak to the Clansman you captured?
Shits gone real bad time to put our nose to the ground and start taking care of some problems.
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>>1720603
>>”Yes my Lord. It is my duty to walk this path of atonement.”
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>>1720603
>>”Yes my Lord. It is my duty to walk this path of atonement.”

>Drawback
>Nemesis
This guy sure as shit isn't wasting any time.
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>>1720650
It has to be either Maffew or at least someone giving him info.
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>>1720603
>”Yes my Lord. It is my duty to walk this path of atonement.”

The saboteur? It's our Steward, he's fallen for Lady Earp, we should kill him.
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>>1720642
>"My lord, after I hold court may I speak to the Clansman you captured?

"I did not bring him here for nothing Ser Landon. I would expect as much. But only speaking, are we clear?"

"How do you mean?"

"As in speaking in the strictest sense. Nothing that falls into that gray area between speaking and..."

You frown deeply, "Torture is an affront to the Faith. I wouldn't dream of it, my Lord I assure you."

"As you say Ser," he responds picking at his teeth again.

>>1720682
>he's fallen for Lady Earp
A nine-year-old?
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>>1720603
>”Yes my Lord. It is my duty to walk this path of atonement.”
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>>1720692
>pedophilia is impossible
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>>1720682
All of the faithful are to be given a trial either by court or combat so we can't just execute them without proof.

>>1720692
>A nine-year-old
My uncle Paul of house Hargus says differently
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>>1720603

Shit, our lands are a mess. I think we should prioritize restoring law and order first. Its the one with the simplest solution. The traitor is likely involve in the disappearance of the grain, if we find the grain we should find the traitor.
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>>1720724
Visit our farms, granaries and markets, see where the grain gets lost.
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>>1720724
How would you explain Maffew not telling us about Belmore? If he should know any heraldry it should be the heraldry of his liege lord. Especially if he served Earp before us.
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>>1720732
>markets

We don't have a market...
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>>1720771
Well, where ever people buy their bread.
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>>1720776
So the baker. Depending on the peasants they could make their own bread, but the baker would be the peasant that has the best ovens for the job
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Our brothers need to step up and step up fast
We can trust no one but our own blood at this point
Could be anyone, even ser trant
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>>1720811
Can't even put it past them, they might be hoping we get the axe so they can inherit. Though not trusting our brothers might be OOC.
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>>1720837
Our brothers are irresponsible but not cruel or evil.
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>>1720768

Three possibilities: he is being lax/incompetent, he is overwork or he is the traitor or is being use by the traitor.

Note the early exchange with him
>"The Belmores sent no word?”
>“Not anymore than they usually do these days,” Maffew responds

As a cousin to an actual noble house he is likely resentful of our elevation.
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>>1720856
Considering he is also in charge of our grain he should be out first suspect, though I doubt he is skilled enough to be doing all this himself. Someone has to be falsifying the reports of raids so one of our commanders might be involved too.
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We gather our knights, our steward, and all other senior members of the house and reveal that there's a traitor and they're in this very room, we smoke 'em out with fear.
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>>1720865
That won't do shit
That just makes the situation worse and gives them more power
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Well regardless of what we do about the spy we have to make penance to our people. So lets walk from the old port to the castle in just a woolen tunic during a snow fall.
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>>1720882
Or they panic after we end the session and reveal themselves, it's classic.
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>>1720863

My idea is to check things ourselves and then see if we catch him in a lie. Tell him we are going to do a patrol or hunt clansmen while in true follow up the grain trail. We come back ask him a few questions about the grain see if tries to deceive us.
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“Yes my Lord. It is my duty to walk this path of atonement.”

Ser Cador sighs, resting his chin on his knuckles, “I curse the Septon that taught you to speak like the old scriptures,” you go to respond but are cut off, “Yes, yes I know. I beg forgiveness, the Septon is a holy and good man. My apologies, my words were not meant for offense.”

Again you find yourself frowning, the processes of your mind not quite as fast as you wished them. In battle it was as if you were another man, a sword guided by his father, mind never stopping for every detail. Angle your shield this way, take the brunt of that swing here, thrust your sword there. It was the game you were use to, welcomed. But here, in your castle? It felt a mess. Things were not as plan as a man in suited iron attempting to kill you, no these things loomed in shadows where you did not seek to look lest you lose the Light of your Faith.

“Servant, have my men bring up the gifts my father sent for Ser Landon,” Cador yells to the door, a muffled response and the shuffling of feet is heard in response and you fix him with yet another queer look.

“Your father is displeased with me, yet sends gifts?”

“My father doesn’t wish for his bannermen to look like commoners. Remember the last time you came to Strong Song? What you wore?”

“My armour?”

“Well. Yes, but otherwise?”

“My… Ah… Yes.”

“Half the room was confused as to how a common born man in brown and gray managed a seat at the high table. He wished you better garbed for you visit next month. Seven only knows how far your ambitions go Landon but I expected a man of your pride to be better dressed...”

“Next month?”

“My father is a demanding man, after what I have discovered here… Let’s just say he will wish to see you sooner rather than later.”

A knock on the door interrupts your conversation and a young boy in green and black enters with three boxes, two of a medium size, and a third large enough to unbalance him.

“Thank you Parwyn,” Ser Cador says, picking the three boxes from his hands and placing them carefully before you, “You may stay. We will need your aid in assisting Ser Landon here out of his armour. Be mindful, Landon is incredibly particular.”

“Yes my Lord,” the boy says with a stiff and practiced nod.

“Go on then, two smaller ones, aye? About three sets, pick out what you like and we’ll get you all set.”

“I don’t think I need-”

“The help? Seven be good Landon you’re a Knight, he’s a squire. You’ll let the boy help.”

“Of course, my Lord.”
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Parwyn’s hands are deft and well practiced, he listens attentively to your words and is quick to care for the placement of your plate upon the manikin. He helps you pick out a tunic of royal blue with golden thread and silver detail, a griffon is sewn upon the breast and it takes you a moment to realize that Lord Benedar had put a fair deal of money into this. He expected a proper response. Maffew would need to pen a letter for you.

You return a moment later, buttoning the cuffs of your new tunic and getting a feel for the lighter wear, you almost felt like every movement needed to be held back, so use to your plate weighing you down. Ser Cador looks up and you and grins with approval, he bites his thumb and looks you over a moment.

“There’s the handsome young Knight half the bloody castle was pinning over when you stayed in Strong Song,” he approaches and adjusts bits and pieces of the wear to his liking, “I see you kept Lord Earp’s bedwarmer about. Lady Jeyne was it? Ever..?”

Sighing and looking away you say, “No. It is an affront.”

“Chaste and handsome. True Knight there, stories told about your sort,” he says with a laugh. You had forgotten Cador’s demeanour over the years. He was a friend for certain, but his moods shifted wildly like mountain winds. He coughs, “Mind if I..?”

“As is your pleasure my Lord.”

“She certainly would be,” he says under his breath and steps back to look you over again with an approving look, “Just… Just missing one thing.”

Cador turns back to the large box and opens it with a quick flick, he pulls from it a cloak of royal blue, the edges and interior lined with white fur, a mantle that looks very much so like that of an animal you had never encountered in your life is as white as snow, the gold of threads that bring it all together shine as if they were strung of the thinnest golden links.

“White tiger, from Essos,” he says petting the fur, “Afraid griffons don’t exist so I’m sure this will do. Consider it an anniversary gift from me.”

As he slings it over your shoulders and fastens it in place you feel the warmth it brings immediately but still shake your head in confusion, “What anniversary?”

“Why your fifth, since you became the Knight of Whitestone Keep, Landon.”

Five years. Five years you have sat idle. Content to subsist off of winnings from melees long past and memories of past deeds defining your person. Seven be good you were hardly any better than the Gray Lord to the west, though with sliver of the goods and wealth to show for it. Your old friend pats your shoulder and nods, approving of your visage. But your mind felt drained. Had your ambitions been forgotten in prayer? Or were the Seven telling you something with the state of your world now laid before you?

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“Quiet in the hall!” Maffew Shett calls, attempting to bring order to the assembled mass of smallfolk about the hall. Though to little avail.

“MY LORD DEMANDS QUIET!” Ser Cador bellows from behind you to much greater effect. He loomed as a shadow might over your high seat. The chair felt warmer than usual, perhaps it was the cloak you could not say for certain though.

“Thank you Ser Cador Belmore,” Maffew says with a stutter in his voice, “Ser Landon Grallner of Whitestone Keep shall hold court until this afternoon. You will be given limited time to give your claims and will take your results as they are set down. As this is understood may the first take the pedestal.”

Who do you see first?
>The Knight Errant
>The Goat Farmers
>The Gaoler
>The Drunken Septon
>The Waynwood Knight

Nothing get anons talking more than a good betrayal.
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>>1720896
Reminder, There's most likely someone bigger calling the shots, and it may take awhile to find all the evidence we need just by ourselves
We need people we know we can trust
The only people we can truely trust is our brothers
They may be dicks but they have to learn at some point
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>>1720931
>>The Drunken Septon
A man of faith always comes first, especially one who has lost his way from the gods.
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>>1720931
>>The Waynwood Knight
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>>1720931
>The Waynwood Knight
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>>1720931

>The Waynwood Knight
>The Gaoler
>The Goat Farmers
>The Knight Errant
>The Drunken Septon

In that order and discreetly order someone to give lots of water to the Drunken Septon. With luck he will come down from it when we get to him.
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>>1720931
>The Drunken Septon
A fallen priest needs an outstretched hand.
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>Lady Waynewood


Good Seven protect us.
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>>1720931
>The Knight Errant
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>>1720931
>>>The Drunken Septon
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>>1720931
>Waynewood knight
>galor
>knight errant
>goat farmers
>septon
Order some servants to take the septon to the side and clean him up, make sure he drinks lost of water
A man of the faith should not disgrace himself like this
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>>1720931
>>The Drunken Septon
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>>1720931
>>The Goat Farmers
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>>1721012
>>1720982
>>1720972
>>1720954

I know we take the faith very seriously and normally he would go first or second, but we should try to sober him up before he makes an scene. For his sake and ours.
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Alright we'll talk to the Waynwood Knight first. And discreetly have the septon cleaned up. At least somewhat.
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Ser Artys Waynwood comes to the pedestal first, a thing that surprises you and you cast a glance back at Cador in confusion who merely smiles in response.

“Ser Grallner, if I may introduce myself. I am Ser Artys Waynwood of Ironoaks. I swear my sword to Ser Cador Belmore but my ties to my House are not forgotten in this.”

He pauses, the rest of the crowd is silent and seems to be as equally confused as you are, “Yes..? And?”

“Lady Anya Waynwood sent me a letter, and my younger brother. Parwyn, who I am sure you have met already. The letter, is an invitation to a Tourney in a year's time, Lady Waynwood’s youngest daughter Alyssa will come of an age and in her honor the Tourney shall be for her hand. We understand you are a man of some skill at arms and unmarried yet. It is my Lady’s sincerest hope you will attend and honor her daughter’s blossoming womanhood. Only the best and most noble of Knights are receiving this invitation, I do hope you understand.”

The crowd murmurs and your brothers cast you a look of mischief. And before you begin to speak Ser Artys continues.

“I am to return with a response. But I do not come here only for this. Parwyn has been a squire in Ironoaks for far too long. Both my Lady and I have it would be for the best if he were to squire elsewhere for awhile, somewhere with strength of Faith and strong martial discipline. I will admit, Whitestone Keep was not my first. Particularly so after what happened to the Belmore boy upon your lands. But it is at the request of my Lady that Parwyn be squired here. Though it is at mine you make a solemn vow to me, right here, right now that no harm shall become of him upon your lands. If you will, I shall leave the boy in your care.”

This time it seems he is actually finished talking, as he stands straight and crosses his hands behind his back. His lip does tremble a touch, he rehearsed his lines, as you had often before. The sweat upon his brow gave it away but only because you knew the feeling.

The Waynwood Tourney:
>Accept the Invitation
>Decline

Parwyn Waynwood
>Make the vow
>Do not, declining his services as squire
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>>1721079
>Accept the Invitation

>Make the vow

A squire will do us good.
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>>1721079
>Accept the Invitation
Most likely we don't win but, we could get some fame, glory, and prize money.

>Alyssa
What does she look like?

Parwyn Waynwood
>Make the vow
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>>1721079
Accept
Make vow
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Oh look anons from the wiki

>House Waynwood of Ironoaks is a noble house from Ironoaks in the Vale. They are one of the great noble families sworn to House Arryn. They are known for their insistence on ceremony
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>>1721079
>>Accept the Invitation
>Make the vow
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>>1721079
>Accept the Invitation
>Make the vow to the Gods
Both good options for us.
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>>1721079
>accept both
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>>1721079
>accept the inventation
Even if the joust is for her hand, we could face off with bronze yhon in the melee
If its the melee for her hand, we go hard on that shit
>make the vow
No reason not too
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>>1721093
If she is anything like her mother we are in for a treat. A very exhausting treat
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>>1721093
>What does she look like?
Artys and Parwyn would explain her as comely.

Breanne Hill would be a good analogue.
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>>1721125
But how pious is she?
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>>1721079
>>Accept the Invitation
if nothing else, the prize for winning could help fill our coffers and fund the restoration of our port

>Make the vow
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>>1721125
>Breanne Hill
I agree that we need to win

>>1721135
Our dick will make her more pious
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>>1721142
>Having sex for anything but procreation
What would the Mother think anon?
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>>1721135
She was raised by Lady Anya Waynwood, an incredibly pious and traditional woman herself. Alyssa is the very model of a good Westerosi wife.

This is all OOC knowledge, however. Landon has zero idea about any of this.
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>>1721157
One can only wonder if she has inherited her mothers "appetite"
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>>1721151
>What would the Mother think anon?
Anon, I never say to put it in her ass. It's going to for procreation until a baby is made
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>>1721167

>her mothers "appetite"

Pretty sure she is describe as noble and dignify lady. What are you talking about?
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>>1721227
I could had sworn there were a Waynewood who was rather active in the bed and it was a common joke that her husband had killed himself to get away from her. Must have mixed her up with someone
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“Lady Waynwood honors me with such invitation and request. Tell Lady Waynwood I will accept her invitation. With vigor in fact.”

“Might be best to leave that last bit out,” Cador says under his breath with a cough.

“She will be glad to hear it Ser,” he says with a quick nod.

“And this vow. I will make it.”

You stand, and descend from your high seat, taking practiced knee before Ser Artys, sword laid out before the two of you. With eyes upon his own you say, “It is my most solemn vow, before the eyes and ears of man and in the presence of the Light of the Seven that no harm shall befall your brother, Parwyn Waynwood, while he is under my care and upon my lands as my squire.”

Ser Artys looks to Cador who merely gives him a nod, “Thank you Ser Landon. Tales of your chivalry and adherence to the Faith deserve the equal time those of your past deeds have had. I place Parwyn under your care and guidance. I do not hope to regret it.”

“You shan’t.”

Ser Artys leaves off the pedestal and the crowd begins to clamor again. As you rise Parwyn comes over from beside his elder brother and offers you a hand, you draw him close and whisper, “As your first duty as my squire I want you to go to the men guarding the Septon. Have them take him to the side room, and clean him up. This is a House of the Faith, we will not allow a holy man to disgrace himself upon these halls, is this understood?”

“Yes Ser,” he says before rushing off in a discreet matter. The boy was well practiced at least.

“Excellent way to start Landon,” Cador remarks as you take your seat again, “Holding court is all about appearances. The smallfolk like to see that a Lord is humble and just. That he takes care for his word and respects those deserving of respect.”

The day in contrast within your own mind feels horribly taxing. You’d rather be in the yard.

Who to see next?
>The Knight Errant
>The Goat Farmers
>The Gaoler

>>1721227
Iron and Hate had a bit of a different characterization of Lady Anya Waynwood than your usual fare.
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>>1721249

That was a Royce, lady Waynewood is a image of nobility. But she has lots of sons and daughters so there is that.
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>>1721260
>The Goat Farmers
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>>1721268
Ohh right, I misremembered then.
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>>1721260
>>The Goat Farmers
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>>1721260
>The Goat Farmers
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>>1721260
>The Goat Farmers
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>>1721260
>The Goat Farmers
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>>1721260
>>The Goat Farmers
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>>1721293
>>1721288
>>1721287
>>1721284
>>1721282
>>1721272
>They are coming to complain that our dragon is killing their livestock
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>>1721306
Well dragons are an affront to the faith so we shall kill the beast
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>>1721306
>Our diplomacy is less than 12
Shit guess we have to take the increased revolt risk I guess.
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“Fredrick and Dereck of the village to the north, may approach.”

The crowd silences as two men approach, elders it looked like, clothed in goat pelts with a bundle of pelts by their side.

“You may speak.”

“M’lord. I am Dereck, elder of the village, this is Fredrick my son, come bearing gifts as is our village’s custom. Pelts of goat, goat’s milk and cheese. We hope your men appreciate the warmth and food.”

“I am certain they will elder. You have my thanks. Is there something I can do for you?”

“My daughter is gone,” Fredrick says with a rise in his voice, a hand raised by his father silences his voice but not the glowing anger upon his face.

“M’lord, our village was once under the protection of House Earp of this castle. His men would patrol through our lands, and protect our people. We do not seek to understand the death of this man or how we came to be under no man’s protection but it is not something we wish to continue.”

Cador sniffs and speaks, “These men that took your daughter, were they Moon Swallows? Clansmen?”

“We believe as such m’lord,” he replies in slow voice, “The crescent moons they carve are present upon our goats and trees.”

Cador leans down into your ear, “My father attempted to take those lands after the Rebellion, but with no central post of command and being so remote he had trouble holding it. Not to mention House Badics and Corbray making attempts upon it.”

“Why was I not given these lands?”

Your old friend shifts uncomfortably, “A tale for another time, yes? But an opportunity this is. Your people need food, these people need protection, everybody needs the Moon Swallows gone.”

“What is your request elder?” you ask.

“We wish to swear ourselves to Whitestone Keep once more. But only once the Moon Swallows are gone, my family is safe and whole, and we can rely upon House Grallner to protect us. We need protection immediately lest we lose more of herd and families.”

>What do you wish to do?

The domain to the north is considered a Hills (Ruin), thus costing 10 Lands with an additional 10 Wealth cost for the Estate Holding Animal Husbandry (Goats). It is possible to outright purchase this land and bring it into your fold but proactive actions will lower these costs to a more manageable number.
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>>1721379
Send scouts and patrols out. Try locate their camp site and protect what we can.
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>>1721379
>>What do you wish to do?
The people need the pelts, milk, and cheese more than we do. Let them keep the gifts for their village.

>Send scouts and patrols out. Try locate their camp site and protect what we can.
Our Trained men
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>>1721379
Sends scouts out to try and figure out where the Moon Swallows camp is with the intent to sack it and kill the bloody clansmen. Give the gifts these men gave us to the peasants as part of our atonement for what we've done.
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>>1721408
Our ladder is almost empty
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>>1721435
And we weren't attentive to our peasants and their needs breaking our vow of lordship and knighthood. Starving a little bit is just punishment.
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>>1721379
we shall have our best tracker join them on their journey home. He shall seek out the Moon Swallows, find their hideaway, and report back to us. We can formulate a plan of attack once we know what we're facing
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>>1721379
Include the village in our patrols immediately, having them escort the elders back so they can gain a better understanding of the land from the native people.

Definitely give the gifts to the smallfolk.
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We shall eat with temperance as a penace.
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>>1721379
Include the village in our patrols, arrange a visit by either us our one of our knights.
Give the gifts to our smallfolk down at the docks, these people would not have starved themselves when they came, but we know the docks need food.
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Alright, it definitely looks like we're in favor of sending patrols out that way, I like the idea of having them escort the elders back. That'll give them some bonuses when tracking.

Question is, who would we like to send? Here is your current military strength:
>Asher Harp's Castle Bowmen (Green Archers) - Guarding the Silver Mine
>Marston's Irregulars (Green Scouts) - In Whitestone Keep, regularly patrols near the river
>Lincoln and Liam's First Regiment (Trained Infantry) - Guarding Whitestone Keep
>Ser Trevor Trant's Heavy Cavalrymen (Trained Cavalry) - Guarding Whitestone Keep, guards shipments of silver from the mine and to the docks

Popular option seems to be to give the pelts and food to the local smallfolk. Very good idea. The smallfolk shall be happy and it will a confer a +1 bonus to Population the next time you chose to increase it during House Fortunes.
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>>1721497
>>Marston's Irregulars (Green Scouts) - In Whitestone Keep, regularly patrols near the river
And while doing that, send our Trained infantry to patrol near the river,
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>>1721504
This. The scouts will be more effective than any of our other troops
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>>1721497
>Marston's Irregulars (Green Scouts

And send
>Lincoln and Liam's First Regiment (Trained Infantry)

To patrol the river
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>>1721504
This
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>>1721504
I'll support this
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>>1721497
>>Lincoln and Liam's First Regiment (Trained Infantry) - Guarding Whitestone Keep
cavalrymen are fine for walking walls, and are better as guards for our silver caravans

Next time we buy troops(which is gonna be a long time, we have a lot that needs to be done), I'd say a group of heavy infantry from the homebrew would be good
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Looks like Marston's Irregulars will be accompanying the elders home and Liam and Lincoln will begin to split time between defending the castle and patrolling the river. A good decision.

The trip to and fro takes about 3 days with the elder's help, without it would be about 5 days. A wagon heavy with goods would take 7 days. Without any sort of maintained road or path the journey can be difficult, a good thing your scouts know the area well.
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>>1721569
>Without any sort of maintained road or path the journey can be difficult, a good thing your scouts know the area well.

Any prisoners we take can be put to work to fix that issue.
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>>1721569
The scouts are also going to be searching for the camp right?
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>>1721591
Marston's Irregulars will survive dual purpose.

1. They will patrol the new route from Whitestone Keep to the goat village.
2. Marston and his better men will search for the camp in secret. It is likely he'll be gone for a few weeks doing this.
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“Maffew have the goods the Elder’s so kindly gifted us distributed to the smallfolk by the docks. They are in far more need than the Keep.”

The voices in the hall clamor for a bit, a hand of happiness upon their lips before Maffew waves them down, he silently marks something on his scroll you obviously cannot read and nods with a smile, “It will be done Ser.”

“And Elders, I understand your plight, as the Moon Swallows have become a problem for my people as well. My trusted man Marston shall accompany you back to your village, and my men shall establish a patrol between Whitestone Keep and your village. So your people may feel assured travel to and fro is safe and that they may sleep easier with Grallner men protecting them.”

“And of my daughter?”

“Marston, my best tracker will take the best of his men and find the Moon Swallows camp, elder,” you respond cooly, “Once it is discovered my men will come in force to rout them and free your daughter. I so vow, elder.”

“My family will hold you to such vows m’lord,” Dereck says, bowing his head deeply, “My people are thankful. Seven watch over you and your men in this task.”

“And may the Seven deliver us from the plague that is the Moon Swallows.”

“Amen.”

The elders leave the pedestal and the crowd murmurs with interest as Maffew attempts to find the next to take the stand.

“My father would have kept the goods and put the goat farmers under heel,” Cador remarks, “You did a good thing for your people Landon. You do not forget where you came from and what penance you owe, that is honorable.”

“Thank you Cador.”

“Are you certain your Scouts are up to this though? From what I saw…”

“I will make sure of it,” you say with strength in your voice, “Not another child shall die under my watch.”

“As you say Landon, just know that House Belmore is able to help, in whatever you need.”

Parwyn has managed to quietly take his place by the side of your high seat, Benny is giving him a good once over and the boy looks excited by the prospect of having a dog about to play with. You almost crack a smile, knowing Benny will enjoy the company but instead turn to Parwyn with a look to which he responds, “It is done my Lord. The Septon should be sober by the time the next speaker is done.”

“A good lad,” Cador says with a laugh.

Who to see next?
>The Knight Errant
>The Gaoler
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>>1721651
>The Knight Errant
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>>1721651
>The Knight Errant
Lets hear what he has too say.
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>>1721651
>>The Knight Errant
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>>1721651
>>The Knight Errant
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>>1721651
>>The Knight Errant
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>>1721651
Knight Errant. We've handled the Noble, and our own people. Prisoners will be prisoners till we say so, a prickly knight won't be patient forever.
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“Ser Gerold Stone, you may approach.”

“Oh Seven Hells.”

You flash Cador a look and he waves you off.

“Yes yes, beg my forgiveness. Though I am certain this one won’t be so quick to do so.”

Before you stands a bastard, a bastard of the Vale. A man born of lust and sin. You employed only one bastard in your Household, Jeyne Stone. Though that situation was far more complicated than you’d rather admit. The bastard is dressed in brigandine, an empty scabbard upon his hip tells you he is at least mostly unarmed, never know with these treacherous types.

He nods to you a half cocked smile upon his face, “Milord Grallner. I am Gerold Stone, though you already knew that. Ain’t never had me name heralded with such manner before.”

You lick your lips, and fold fingers together, you can feel Cador becoming tense behind you, “Say your piece, Stone,” you say with cold voice.

The man looks taken aback, though it is a feigned emotion as he looks about the crowd for support, “Well that ain’t no manner to speak to family, is it?”

“You are no family of mine Stone,” you snap back, “My family does not produce bastards, as we are men of the Faith.”

He scoffs at you, and leans upon the pedestal, “Not what the whores down by the docks be saying.”

Your voice is a low growl, “Do you wish to be removed, Stone?”

He stands up straight, shrugging slightly, palms raised open handed, “No milord, merely came to call upon a cousin. See things not been so great for me side of the family. Bein’ the only one left an all. Now me gransire did give me an item of note, the pommel of-”

The moment he goes to reach for his pocket, Pate and Grant of the First Regiment go for their sword belts.

“Ah ah, calm yer bloody tits,” he says waggling his free hand, “It’s a gift, for the Knight of Whitestone Keep,” he produces a rounded bit of iron, “Pommel of an old family sword. Lost to time to be certain milord but here, the pommel remains, still has a few of the gold flakes on the griffon and erryting. My gransire use to say we were born of a great Order of Knights that history had forgotten. The last Knight-Commander of which was a Grallner, our common relative.”

You scoff at the man, “Have you any proof?”

“Not much more than me word and the old stories me grandsire would tell, milord.”

You cast a glance back at Cador who merely shrugs, “Happens to us all. Just last week my father had a “long lost grand uncle” appear out of nowhere. He ended in the gallow’s the next day. I am not to say what you do with this man.”

What to do with Ser Gerold Stone?
>Seize his possessions and imprison him, impersonating the family of a Noble House was a punishable crime
>Send him on his way and forbid him from your lands and keep again
>Hear these stories and have a look at the pommel yourself
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>>1721806
>Seize his possessions and imprison him, impersonating the family of a Noble House was a punishable crime
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>>1721806
>Seize his possessions and imprison him, impersonating the family of a Noble House was a punishable crime
>Tell him he will have his choice of trial by court or combat as all men get.
Bastards, can't trust em.
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>>1721806
>>Hear these stories and have a look at the pommel yourself
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>>1721806
>>Seize his possessions and imprison him, impersonating the family of a Noble House was a punishable crime
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>>1721806
>>Send him on his way and forbid him from your lands and keep again
maybe let him know that House Grallner is likely younger than his grandsire
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>>1721824
This. He'll choose combat, due to his looks. Then, if he's telling the truth, the Warrior will surely protect him. And if he isn't, a demonstration of justice will be seen, a strong statement.
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>>1721806
>Hear these stories and have a look at the pommel yourself

Then throw him out.
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>>1721806
>Seize his possessions and imprison him, impersonating the family of a Noble House was a punishable crime
Fucking bastards.
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>>1721842
Even then all not trials by combat are to the death so if he truly is innocent the gods will send us a sign and if not then he deserves his punishment.
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>>1721842
Yeah I'll support this.

I'm super digging on how colored Landon's point of view is by his faith. It's a fresh take.
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>>1721842
>>1721806
>>1721824
Supporting
Either trial by court or combat
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So it looks like we're going to go with the first option of jailing the man.

But conducting a trial is not something I thought of. So we'll have to vote on it.

>Give the man a trial for his crimes
>Allow him to rot in the dungeons
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>>1721913
Give him a trial, but he can wait in the dungeon till our business today is finished.
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>>1721913
>>Give the man a trial for his crimes
All men of the faith should be given a trial no matter how cursed they are.
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>>1721913
>>Give the man a trial for his crimes
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>>1721913
>Allow him to rot in the dungeons

If he wish for a trial he can call for one.
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>>1721824
Supporting this.

>>1721895
Agreed, its very interesting.
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>>1721913
>>Give the man a trial for his crimes
he'll wait for us to be finished with the rest of our business
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>>1721895
Its fun to play a character like this where we're going to be making choices that are not smart but are based on what we believe.
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“Ser Trevor Trant, Ser Michel seize this man.”

He gives you a queer look and attempts to back away until he bumps into Grant and Pate with their swords half drawn already, “Milord you must be misunderstandin, I’m kin, distant as it may be, but kin with a story to tell!”

You stand and stare the man down with cold unfeeling eyes, “Stone, you are under arrest by my authority as the Knight of Whitestone Keep. The impersonation of the family of any Noble House is a punishable crime.”

“I’m- Wait, what? Milord I’m your kin. A bastard sure, call me what you like, but I ain’t impersonating anyone- ‘Ey get your bloody hands off me!”

“Ser you will be given fair trial upon the morrow,” Ser Trevor says, “Resist and you will not fare well.”

“Bloody fuckin’ hells, you’re a god damned madman Grallner! Wot, planning on throwing me from me tower like Lord Earp are ya? Huh!?” he cocks back his arm and goes to throw the pommel, though it is swatted down mid throw by Grant grabbing the arm and wrestling him to the ground. The crowd is agasp, your brothers are even up in arms, Lincoln going to the fallen pommel and stashing the thing in a side pouch. Stone continues to curse at you as he’s dragged from the great hall until a quick crack upon the side of the head from Ser Michel knocks him unconscious and he’s dragged to the jail cells beneath the castle.

“That went about as well as I had imagined it would,” Cador says pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I do not suffer bastards in my Household Cador, you know this.”

“I am aware, one of my best men awaits upon the ship because of it,” he says with a sigh, “No matter though. This is your House, your Keep. The Seven will shine upon the party in the right upon the morrow I am certain.”

“As am I.”

Maffew gets some semblance of order from the crowd again and looks to you to be certain he may call the next person to take the stand.

>The Gaoler
>The Sobered Up Septon
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>>1721981
>>The Gaoler
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>>1721981
>The Gaoler
We just gave him more work so he can go next.
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>>1721981
>“I do not suffer bastards in my Household Cador, you know this.”
I love how dedicated we are to principle. It will get 100% get us into trouble, but its a great perspective.

>The Gaoler
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>>1721981
>The Sobered Up Septon
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>>1721981
>>The Sobered Up Septon
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>>1721981
>>The Gaoler
We should pay him a private visit in the dungeons after this to see what he had to say
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>>1721981
>The Sobered Up Septon
Time to see a priest. Also, Make sure Lincoln gives us that pommel. If the man is proven innocent, it will be returned.
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>>1722002
Just you wait until we go to war with a bunch of islands filled with heretics and pirates.
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>>1721981
>>The Gaoler
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>>1722002
Can you imagine what would happen if Landon failed a seduction roll and ended up fathering a bastard ?
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>>1722078
Either marry the woman or go to his Septon and beg for some crazy penance he could do.
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“Winston, Chief Gaoler of Whitestone Keep, you may take the stand.”

“Afternoon milord, afraid I haven’t had much time to come up and visit as of late. Been keeping mighty busy.”

“With what pray tell?” you ask of him.

“The cells be overflowing milord. Petty crimes most like, small things, but we gots an overabundance of those with major crimes. Use to be we’d ship ‘em off to the Wall. But Ser Cyrol saw to the end of that.”

“What did my Uncle do?”

“Forbade me from sending the rapers, the poachers, the ill folk up to the Wall. Said we was turning the honor of the thing into pigshite. Ask me, already been. But that’s neither here nor there, aye? But we hasn’t had a Recruiter come by in a year now.”

Ser Cador speaks, “Do you execute such men?”

“Not without me Lord’s permissions.”

“So you’ve been keeping them down there, to rot and die while wasting resources that could be better spent on the smallfolk?”

The gaoler pauses and scratches at his pot belly, “With all dues respect milord. I don’t do nothin without milords permissions. And he ain’t exactly been in a listenin mood of late, if you catch me meaning.”

“Who are the worst offenders?” you ask.

“Pair of brothers. Poachers, multiple offenses. Rapist, sodomized some young lad and left ‘em for dead down by the docks. Turncloak, use to be a Scout from what I reckon, got caughts dropping maps out in the forest.”

“Did you know of the last?” Cador whispers in your ear.

“I did not,” you respond through gritted teeth.

“In all truth and honesty milord. I’m merely askin you for leave to execute a few. And send a letter up to the Wall. You the Lord here, not Cyrol, as far as I’m understandin at least.”

What to do with your overabundance of prisoners?

Send a letter to the Wall, asking for a recruiter to come your way:
>Yay
>Nay

In the meanwhile:
>Allow them to rot
>Put them to hard labor

What to do with the worst offenders:
>Execute them
>Allow them to rot with the rest

What of the Turncloak:
>Keep him for questioning
>Execute him immediately
>Allow him to rot with the rest
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>>1722085
Send a letter to the Wall, asking for a recruiter to come your way:
>Nay


In the meanwhile:
>Put them to hard labor

What to do with the worst offenders:
>Execute them

What of the Turncloak:
>Keep him for questioning
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>>1722085
>Yay.
The Wall exists for a reason. And they need men.
>Put them to Hard labour
>Execute them
>Keep him for Questioning.
Dropping maps in the forest? That sounds like aiding the Moon Swallows...
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>>1722085
>Yay
>Put them to hard labor
>Execute them
>Allow him to rot with the rest
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>>1722085
Yay
Hard Labor
Execute them
Questioning
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>>1722085
>Nay
>Put them in hard labor
>Execute them
>Keep him for questioning
Tell the Gaoler we want to be informed immediately next time he gets new prisoners.
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>>1722085
>Send a letter to the Wall, asking for a recruiter to come your way:
>>Yay

>In the meanwhile:
>>Put them to hard labor

>What to do with the worst offenders:
>>Execute them

>What of the Turncloak:
>>Keep him for questioning
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>>1722085
>Yay
>Put them to hard labor
>Execute them
>Keep him for questioning
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>>1722085
>Poachers
Give them a chance to repent and join our scouts.
>Rapist
Geld him and put him to hard labor after he heals up.
>Turncloak
Keep him for interrogation
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“Your request is granted Chief Gaoler. Maffew shall pen a letter to the Wall, requesting a recruiter come by. Until then, the prisoners shall be put to work. If they are to eat and drink my bread and water they will earn it. There is no small amount of work to be done here. I am certain we will find a place for them to toil and pay penance for their crimes. Those of the most petty crimes will be given the option of hard labor or an eye for an eye. We will be cracking down upon the crime that plagues my lands. The winter, no matter how harsh justifies poaching, rape, or turning one’s cloak. I so swear it.”

The crowd murmurs approval and you continue.

“The worst of them shall be tried and convicted. Executed at dawn before Ser Stone’s own trial. I trust you know where to take them upon first light?”

“Of course milord.”

“Very good, however keep the turncloak under lock and key. I want one of your gaolers watching him day and night. I have some questions for the man.”

“It is done milord.”

“And one final thing Chief Gaoler. From here on out I want you reporting to Maffew, you will give a summary of the weeks new prisoners and their crimes. Those that have served their time and left. And those that took punishment. I want proper records, is this understood?”

He bows slightly and nods, “Understood milord.”

“Then you are dismissed.”

Cador sighs, having had Parwyn find him a seat that he takes graciously and rubbing his bad leg, “Problem all over the Vale right now. Half the men down there would rather the warm place to sleep and rotten food to fending for themselves in the frigid cold right now. Have to be made to understand crime is not a viable option. We have enough to deal with with the Mountain Clans about.”

You nod in agreement, “Why do you think I was not informed of this turncloak?”

“Mayhaps they didn’t wish for you to know.”

“Marston and Maffew both?”

“Matter of pride for the former, he was an Earp man afterall, trying to prove his loyalty to you. Latter, I couldn’t say. Would just recommend learning to read the common tongue. Or getting a maester to do it for you.”

You frown deeply and turn back to the final person to take the stand for the day, the somewhat sobered up Septon.

“Septon, I thank you for gracing us with your presence today.”

He looks to you with half lidded eyes, and looks about the great hall in slow swinging motions, the third-in-command of the First, Jonothor grabs him by the arm to keep him from falling over and focusing his attention towards you.

“My son, I thank you for your hospitality. These good men were just showing me to the Sept so I may preach,” he slurs out.

“We found him in a… Whorehouse by the docks, so drunk he couldn’t even stand up,” Jonothor says, “Got more than a few witnesses. One of the lads says he’s been there more times than he can count this past week alone.”
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“Ser I am a man of Faith! Of the Seven!” he responds with indignity, “I would never enter such an establishment unless it was to save the virtue of the poor young ladies that are forced into such unsavoury compromising positions.”

“He was trying to sell his pendant for a round at one of the girls,” Jonothor continues, holding out the silver seven pointed star, set with a gem that cast a rainbow upon the ground when held to the light just so, “Or so the proprietor claimed.”

“He was lying! I was only there for a nip of wine before I came up here. To give service to the Knight of Whitestone Keep, a known friend and valued member of the Faith. The man stole my pendant! Claimed I owed him a debt! For what I could never imagine.”

You cast your eyes to the side, disappointment ringing through your mind, a man of the Faith swung so very low by the temptation of the flesh by the sweet song of drink.

“He’s a liar,” Cador remarks behind you, “See how he strings together stories on for far longer than he must? Typical liar’s tell. Landon you know as well as I he has broken his sacred vows.”

“But he is a man of the Faith.”

“He’s a drunk and a whorer. Who stains the floors of your home with his very presence and fouls the air with his words,” you sit quietly causing Cador to stir and sit forward, “Do what must be done. For the Faith demands it. And these whorehouses by the docks. You must do something about them, I was shocked to see any existed at all under your rule. Have you grown lax or simply blind?”

What to do with the Septon?
>Allow him to walk free, a man of the Faith would not lie
>Punish him for breaking his sacred vows, as the Faith demands, a lashing

What to do about the Whorehouses?
>Outlaw them, and come down upon them hard, seizing assets and ill gotten coin to be donated to the Faith
>Allow them to continue, so long as they pay you a tithe for the Faith
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>>1722299
>Punish him for breaking his sacred vows, as the Faith demands, a lashing

>Outlaw them, and come down upon them hard, seizing assets and ill gotten coin to be donated to the Faith

Maybe not the smartest thing to do - but it is what we'd do.

To compromise on one's principles is to lack principles.
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>>1722299
>Punish him for breaking his sacred vows, as the Faith demands, a lashing
>Outlaw them, and come down upon them hard, seizing assets and ill gotten coin to be donated to the Faith

We must have someone write the man who is above this Septon and have him brought before the Most Devout for true punishment. And the whores are just a blemish on our good lands and corrupts pious men like this Septon.
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>>1722299
>Punish him for breaking his sacred vows, as the Faith demands, a lashing

>Allow them to continue, so long as they pay you a tithe for the Faith
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>>1722299
>>Punish him for breaking his sacred vows, as the Faith demands, a lashing

>>Allow them to continue, so long as they pay you a tithe for the Faith
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>>1722299
>>Punish him for breaking his sacred vows, as the Faith demands, a lashing

>Outlaw them, and come down upon them hard, seizing assets and ill gotten coin to be donated to the Faith
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>>1722299
>>Punish him for breaking his sacred vows, as the Faith demands, a lashing

>Outlaw them, and come down upon them hard, seizing assets and ill gotten coin to be donated to the Faith
we could keep some of it, so as to fund public works for the smallfolk. If we just eliminate them, it will breed resentment and cause them to go underground. It would be better to restore the port or other things that have fallen into disarray with the money
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>>1722299
Punishment
Outlaw

I can't decide if Landon is Lawful Good or Lawful Neutral
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Get the feelingthey will continue operating no matter what we do. But we can make a token effort
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>>1722345
Aren't many places to hide prostitution in a small village like we have. And as long as were strict about it we should be fine.

>>1722363
>Token
Its an abomination to the faith we should make a real effort.
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>>1722299
Punish and Outlaw
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>>1722375
A real effort with the men we have avaliable. which will come along to be nothing more than a token. Besides i am 100% sure that half our troops visit them and may turn their eyes away
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>>1722299
>>>Punish him for breaking his sacred vows, as the Faith demands, a lashing
>>>Allow them to continue, so long as they pay you a tithe for the Faith
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>>1722375
It'll simply become decentralized.
>"Oh, you wanna fuck a redhead? Go to the third house to the right. It's got a couple of 'seamstresses' who appreciate a good tipper"

we have to improve the lives of the peasants so that they do not have to debase themselves with such hearsays. Give them work that isn't atop a straw stuffed mattress, and they'll love us more than the Maiden herself
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>>1722408
>1 post
>Three arrows
Pretty fishy

>>1722410
Doesn't mean we should just let whorehouses openly run on our streets that's an offence to the Gods.
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>>1722432
Ofcourse. A effort will be made. Just OOCly we will have to be realistic. Our guards are still goingto visit Sara the cute blond and Marrisa the Redhead.
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>>1722432
I'm well aware of that, that's why I voted to destroy them. I think we should use some of the seized assets to improve the lives of our peasants so people don't have to whore themselves out for a loaf of bread
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>>1722441
Doesn't mean in character we shouldn't try 100% to stop all prostitution in our lands.
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>>1722432
I copied it from another anons post >>1722335
if you think your going to destroy the whoring industry though simply banning it outright, all that's going to happen is it's going to go underground and we will have to deal with low level crime gangs on top of the banditry in our lands
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>>1722459
I don't think we're going to destroy the industry but doing nothing about their whoring and letting the brothels remain open is completely out of character.
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“I am sorry Septon, but your words are those of lies and deceit. You claim the Faith as your shroud to defend you from these allegations, yet the men and women who would testify against you are followers of the Faith as well, tried and true.”

“My son you do not understand,” he stammers out, “The temptation of the flesh of the bottle they-”

“Is that an admission of guilt Septon?”

“I- Uh… By the Seven…” the Septon leaps from Jonothor’s grasp and falls upon the floor below you, “FORGIVE ME MY LORD FOR I HAVE SINNED MORTAL SINS! THAT OF THE FLESH! OF THE BOTTLE! I AM WEAK!” he sobs out, “PLEASE HAVE MERCY UPON A MAN WHO IS TRYING TO ATONE! FOR A MAN NOT SUITED FOR THIS! I BEG OF YOU! PLEASE!”

“Seven above he is a pitiful sight,” Cador says behind you through the blubbering, “There’s your guilt Landon. There’s your cause. You know what must be done.”

“Write a letter to the Great Sept. Allow the Most Devout to carry out their sentencing.”

“Aye, true,” he says, “But these crimes he committed, these broken vows, occurred upon your lands. Your watch. As a man of the Faith, it is demanded of you to carry out his punishment.”

You wish to bury yourself from this matter, to look away, a man of the Faith sobbing for pity and crying out his crimes for all to see upon your hall. It… It hurt you. On a spiritual level. Seven above give you the strength to carry out what must be done next.

“Jonothor, takes this man to the yard. Strip him of his frock. Take the pendent it shall be part of the tithe given to the Faith. Seven forgive me for what I am about to do.”

The crowd has turned into an unruly bunch once more, Maffew attempts to calm them down as you stand, gaining silence through reverance.

“From this day forward ‘whorehouses’ are banned from my lands. All still in operation shall have their assets seized and their ill gotten coin taken to be given to the Faith as offering for the blight that I allowed too long upon my lands. The Septon, who has broken his vows before man and gods shall be given punishment appropriate for falling to the temptations. Thirty lashes for whoring, ten for public drunkness and indecency. So I decree. Let this be a lesson to those who think they can slander and defile the Faith upon my lands.”

The Septon looks at you with abject horror, his voice having left him. The crowd looks on in stunned silence, even your brothers are awestruck and quiet a rarity for them.

“Jonothor, take him to the yard and administer the punishment before the eyes and ears of man and Gods.”

“Yes milord it shall be done.”

The crowd begins to slowly file out, some to the yard, others away from the castle back to the docks. Surely some to get their last tryst in or drink away their fears. You cared little, for tomorrow you would come down upon them like hammer upon anvil. Again and again until they were straightened out and perfect.
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>>1722459
>out of character
I totally agree with you and want to deal with the brothels differently than the character wants to.
>in character
"Whoring is bad and you should feel bad. BAN IT!"
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Cador looks at you with hardly an emotion upon his face, “We will take the disgraced Septon with us when we leave. Drop him off at the Sept in Strong Song, I’m certain they will know what to do with him there. The tithe?”

“Shall be gathered and sent with my letter to the Great Sept in King’s Landing.”

“Of course, yeah… Of course,” he sighs and nods, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re bloody terrifying?”

“Not outside of the battlefield,” you say with a small laugh and a grin.

Cador breaks into a smile, “There it is. Been waiting to see that all day. I know that warrior spirit is still in there somewhere. The one that smiles and does not always have his hands folded in prayer. I still have a certain camp follower that asks after yo-”

“Enough Ser Cador,” you say sternly, face resuming its normal coldness, “Enough. We do not speak of her here.”

“Of course Landon, I meant no offense.”

“Aware,” you say waving him off, “Come join me in the yard. Parwyn, you too.”

The squire looks at you nervously, but is prodded on by Ser Cador. By the time you arrive Brenton and Jonothor have stripped the Septon to his smallclothes and tied him to a post in the center of the yard. The entirety of your Household was here, Wylla Earp and Jeyne Stone, your brothers, your own men, the Knights, all. They looked to you as if a sleeping giant had just roused itself from slumber and had decided it was upon a warpath. And they were right. The Faith demanded you right these wrongs, burn out the heretical Clansmen, gut the establishments of sin and debauchery, punish the guilty through trial and sentencing. It was your duty. You were honor-bound to it.

Jonothor rounds the whip swirling it in the air before snapping it across the yard in the blink of an eye. The snap of the whip, the streak of red left upon the Septon’s back, and his shriek of pain only brings two words to your mind.

“Justice Soars.”

[Intermission]

This is the end of our the story portion of tonight's thread. However we will now roll for House Fortunes.

House Grallner has a House Fortunes roll of 3d6 with no additional bonus. For House Fortunes I will take the first 3 rolls of 1d6 and add them together, the corresponding number upon the chart in picture related will determine our House Fortunes for this month.

Yes, yes this is going to be very difficult.

Please roll 1d6, taking first three rolls.
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>>1722534
And forgot my picture.
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Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>1722534
The Seven will provide
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>>1722534
please give us Wealth o dice
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Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>1722534
Roll
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Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>1722545
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Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>1722534
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>>1722549
>>1722546
>>1722541
11 is a Growth. People really took advantage of that one day grace period.
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>>1722541
>>1722546
>>1722549
woo, growth!
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>>1722541
>>1722546
>>1722549
Growth seems like we did fine work
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>>1722556
Fire sale, everyone must blow!
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>>1722541
>>1722546
>>1722549

A Growth it is. Your lands grow, with pains but that always comes when you are rebuilding your strength.

A Growth entitles you to a +1 to any resource.

You have a +1d3 to Wealth
You have a one time +1d3 to Population.

Otherwise your Resources stand at:
Defense: 2 (40 Spent)
Influence: 36
Lands: 3 (12 Spent)
Law: 20 (-5 House Fortunes)
Population: 13 (+0 House Fortunes)
Power: 1 (22 Spent)
Wealth: 1 (21 Spent)

>Note: A single point in Law will bring it up to the next threshold of Law and will give you only a -2 to House Fortunes.
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Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>1722567
Wealth
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Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>1722567
Pop
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>>1722567

Law
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>>1722567
I say wealth, we need it to upgrade our mine and restore the other stuff that has fallen into disrepair

If we can roll a 3, we can start mining more than a few dragons worth of silver each month
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>>1722567
Law
We just need one point to turn that -5 into -2
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>>1722567
And for our one point, put it in law.
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>>1722567
Law
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I didn't ask for rolls yet, so those above will be discarded.

Kind of figured these three would be tied up, let's do an official vote:
>Law
>Population
>Wealth
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>>1722584
Wealth
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>>1722584
>Law
>I didn't ask for rolls yet, so those above will be discarded.
:'^(
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>>1722584
Law
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>>1722584
Law since we only need one more point like >>1722578 said
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>>1722584
>Law
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>>1722584
>Law
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>>1722584
>>Law
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>>1722584
>Law
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>Law

You crack down hard upon any of those that think they may make light of the Faith upon your lands. The brothels are boarded up and relieved of coin. The path from Whitestone Keep to the goat herder village is made more secure. The prisoners that you have put to work provide a good example of what Ser Landon Grallner has in store should you defy him. And the Moon Swallows begin to fade like shadows in the wake of the roused griffon. Marston's reports assure you he is closing in on the clansmen's den. Just needs a few weeks to keep suss it out for certain.

The coin received by the Great Sept of Baelor in King's Landing is taken graciously, and news of your punishment doled out to the Septon is taken well. The Most Devout are pleased with your decisions and bestow the lowest title upon you of six that the Faith bestows upon Houses of the utmost Faith and reverence for the Seven. Proctor of the Faith, a title you may add to any declaration of your self. The Most Devout promises that any request for a Septon of your own would be at a much lower offering then as typical for your overwhelmingly gracious gifts.

>-1 Wealth to Personage Holding: Priest
>Ser Landon Grallner, official title is: the Knight of Whitestone Keep, Proctor of the Faith
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>>1722629
> The Most Devout promises that any request for a Septon of your own would be at a much lower offering then as typical for your overwhelmingly gracious gifts.

Ask for a Stepton.
We need to learn how to read and write. And thanked them for the title
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>>1722629
Fuck yeah. This quest awesome.
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>>1722640
Supporting this.
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>>1722640
Supporting, Septon>Maester.
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>>1722640
a sept still costs 14 Wealth mate, we've a long way to go before we can get our own septon
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>>1722655
Oh I didn't have the rule book with me, to check it out.
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Well, that's it for tonight. I really truly enjoyed writing Landon. He is a blunt and faithful man and damn it if it isn't fun as hell to throw some of the usual GoT quests tropes right out the window. Landon isn't pragmatic, he definitely adheres to his faith first and foremost, which I think is an incredibly fun change from your usual fare of Lords.

I hope everyone enjoyed. Not a lot of action in this one, which I hope to get to tomorrow instead. I really wanted to establish Landon's personality and get a rough idea of how anons were going to play him. I didn't get a lot of characterization on any other characters outside of maybe Cador Belmore and the twins but that was done on purpose. Landon doesn't really know anyone personally like the other Lords did, he doesn't pick up on social clues or ticks things that establish what sort of person said person is. It isn't in his nature to really notice. He knows that Wylla hates him, the twins are dickasses, and that Maffew is reliable. And that's about all. Which I suppose is the real reason someone thinks they can get one over on him.

But yeah, tomorrow we'll do the trial of Ser Gerold Stone. And maybe get into some Moon Swallow shenanigans. Who knows.

Hope you guys enjoyed though.

>>1722640
>>1722655
We're using the Out of Strife, Prosperity holdings here. In them the Personage Wealth Holding: Priest is its own individual holding for 5 Wealth, or rather 4 now. You still do not have enough for one. But perhaps next month.
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>>1722657
There's a link in the OP if you want to get it, third one down
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>>1722670
Thank you anon

>>1722664
See you tomorrow OP, it was a fun thread
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>>1722664
Is it really you Father ?
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>>1722664
Loved it Op, Landon is a very interesting man and I can't wait to see how he grows.
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>>1722678
I have this horrible feeling he won't. Men like this don't last long Westeros.
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>>1722686
Landon was something the other men in the Westeros don't have.

Us anons to keep him safe
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How sweet. That camp follower misses us. A old crush?
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>>1722697
he's doomed
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I wonder what Landon would make of the Faith Militant once they come into power?
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So for those curious the honorary titles bestowed upon Houses by the Faith are as follows:

Proctor of the Faith
Guardian of the Faith
Protector of the Faith
Defender of the Faith
Shield of the Faith
Champion of the Faith

Landon had always desired to be anointed with such an honorary, part of his Ambitious trait. He knows that House Manderly has the title of Shield of the Faith, but knows no one with the title of Champion of the Faith, it is his goal to become one.

You'll hear more about it in game and from Landon's internal thoughts as we go on but it helps him solidify his Faith to see such actions be rewarded. There are quite a few Proctors about Westeros and he's not going to be content to remain among them.

Regarding the Tourney so this is going to come up way later but it is set up as such. There will be three events, a joust, a melee, and an archery contest. All contestants are allowed to compete in as many events as they wish. If one should win multiple events he will be crowned the winner of the Tourney and be entitled to Lady Alyssa Waynwood's hand. If three separate people win each event the decision will fall to Lady Alyssa herself to choose her Champion. In any way she sees fit. Only Knights of the Vale are allowed to enter, only Knights of an age between 18-32 so everyone is at their absolute peak and still able to produce children. Lady Anya Waynwood expects some of the men to attempt to court her daughter prior, perhaps to gain an advantage if they should win. She will frown upon it greatly and will only allow them to do so under close guard. What you do as Landon with that information is up to you.

>>1722710
Even Landon had his moment of weakness.

>>1722733
He'll be over the moon ecstatic. Might even join depending upon the state of his House and Heir.

Oh if anyone wants to ask any lore questions regarding the House, Landon, the Grallner family prior to the Rebellion, House Earp, etc. feel free.
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>>1722733
Free housing/feast when in the Vale and volunteering to train whatever men they send him.
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>>1722664
>not a lot of action
GoT is a story of intrigue, one which you've already displayed quite a talent to produce. Though I'm not too keen on knowing things outside of the story as in the post >>1722629 (which is due to you being able to easily write it within your next session or thread. Though that is just nit picking at something I really enjoy as your ability to write is something that has been lacking in new quests. I was a little concerned in how you would integrate the system mechanics that you used when generating the knight house but this thread really put me to ease. All around, good stuff. Also post twitter or discord or something to update us on the next sessions.

>>1722753
I would really like to see Landon as a champion of the faith.

Also, a question about the quest's lore; will you be editing some details of the GoT story as to negate the possible meta gaming that could take place? As in battles and their results or deaths.
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>>1722807
Phone posting, same guy.
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>>1722753
I think we have a chance at winning the meleethough we'd have a better one if we weren't statted for swords but probably wouldn't be able to win the joust.

And while it's my first impulse to focus on Alyssa, we should keep an eye out for alternative matches. Alyssa solidifies our status in the Vale, but likely doesn't open up other regions for trade.

We'll have to see if Landon and Alyssa hit it off, or if there's someone better for him at the tourney
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>>1722851
We should probably start training for it now, since we need to knock off the rust and get good to beat vale knights like Lyn and the Royces.
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My favourite part about Landon is the fact he is always appearing in Full plate. Its the meme about adventurers always wearing their armour made manifest.
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Hot Dornish Wife or Hot Western/Essoi Valaryian Wife?
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>>1723198
Pious Andal Wife
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>>1723336
>who sometimes show a bit of ankel
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>>1723343
Way too lewd
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>>1723198

I'd say why not both, but we live in Westeros. So I'll go with the later since it's never happened before. SO LONG AS HER TEATS ARE NICE AND BIG ALONG WITH HER ARSE
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>>1723348
No Westeroi Valyrians left, and all the Essosi ones are heathens.
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>>1723359

Oh well, we can always get a Dornish wife with the following. And kill enemies in the name of the Seven, though how we'd end up in Essosi is a plot mystery we probably won't follow
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>>1723359
But there is. Celtigar, Velaryon and Malroy
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>>1723359
Theres a bunch of people with Valyrian looks, just no Targaryeans. Most of them are Bastards or Descendants of bastards though. It is rare.
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>>1723362
I don't think we'd like the dornish considering their attitudes to sex and bastards, along with sullying our andal blood.

>>1723364
Completely forgot them, but their all incest babies anyway.
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>>1723369

I'm sure a plot point for this quest is to get the tree that grew out of our ass out. But who knows, maybe/maybe not
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>>1723369
>We meet a cute Summer Islander with a big rear who converted to the Seven and his very religious
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Any idea on who the traitor / our Nemisis is?
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>>1723381
>It was ourself all along
>Our misdeeds has caused us to sabotage ourselves and we have to fix it as a penance
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>>1723381
I think we need to suss out the traitor in our own House first. Then we can begin work on who our Nemesis is.

Only thing is, I legitimately have no idea who it could be. Not even an inkling. A random Earp heir seems to obvious. Landon isn't well traveled enough to have made enemies across the sea. The furthest an enemy could probably go is the Riverlands/Crownlands but why would they care about us? It's a damn good mystery.
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>>1723499
Perhaps an old Earp rival who was hoping to get his lands after the rebellion, but was really pissed that it was given to some traitorous knight who can't even read.
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>>1723381
Traitor seems like Maffew, but I think it's a red herring. Could be some other holdover from the Earps

Nemisis could be from the various houses that wanted our lands, but that doesn't seem personal enough to me. Earp heir might work, but we have their sister as a hostage, so we have the upper hand in manpower and bargaining chips. I think it might be a lordling that we humiliated/crippled in some melee, would be personal enough and they'd have the resources to fuck us over
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>>1722733
Deus vult motherfuckers
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>>1722807
I only wrote that there as a brief summary, so people had something to latch onto and be excited about next thread. I won't tend to do that much. Everything will get a proper reveal, like Landon's new title during actual story updates. But I see your point. Thank you for the kind words regardless.

>Also, a question about the quest's lore; will you be editing some details of the GoT story as to negate the possible meta gaming that could take place? As in battles and their results or deaths.

I think the only ones that will be relevant are the Greyjoy Rebellions and fortunately, outside of the major players, there aren't a lot of canon deaths or major plot points we'll need to adhere to there. Landon can go on his own personal crusade and not mess with canon whatsoever. After that, we have a whole ten years before anything even remotely relevant comes up. So I think we'll be fine on the whole metagaming part.

>>1722851
I don't know what you guys would consider "hitting it off" as in regards to Landon and women. They both like to attend service on a bi-weekly schedule? In truth I'm going to keep marriage prospects to a minimum prior to the Greyjoy Rebellion. Alyssa Waynwood is just a small thing to keep in the back of your mind. Let's see what sort of fame hounding shenanigans Landon gets into during his DEUS VULT-ing of the Iron Islands.

>>1723180
That was part of the joke, yes. But it also serves as a religious point for him, he understands that the weight of his Faith and his House are upon him, wearing his full plate all day is a constant reminder of that burden.

Plus gotta keep swole.

>>1723376
Maybe, maybe not. Landon's Faith is what surrounds and protects him. He might be able to let people into it given time, such as Ser Cador Belmore. But there's a big gap between tree firmly lodged and pulling it out. Maybe he'll be able to trust a bastard someday, but will he ever condone such things? Likely not. Who knows, Landon might be able to compromise more in the future. Time will tell.

>>1723499
>>1723553
Earp's dead baby, Earp's dead.

Landon killed Emmerst.
Bobby B likely killed his Heir in Gulltown since he was Marq Grafton's squire.
Wylla's mother threw herself from the tower and was read to take Wylla with her, but Trevor Trant saved the girl.

Emmerst didn't have any living siblings, one died young, the other died in some far flung city in Essos. The children from his first wife didn't last into adulthood, all sickly and diseased. His second marriage only produced the heir and Wylla. Wylla is perhaps his only spawn that was healthy, even the Heir was a stunted boy.

So in short Landon knows that the Earps are dead. Most long gone outside of Wylla. It's part of the reason he didn't believe he had any notable enemies.

Anyway, getting set up to run some more today. Going to start with the trial of Ser Gerold Stone. So what sort of information we can glean from the Moon Swallow clansman and the turncloak. Then go from there.
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>>1723580
Landon strucks me as at least a mild autist is this the case?

memes aside Autism is a spectrum so not everyone's a screeching Autist of infamous levels
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>>1723580
>Landon got a secret bastard with that camp follower that he doesnt know about.

What are the odds ?
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>>1723591
What part of that strikes you as Landon is an autist? The armor or what?
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>>1723580
Were the Earp's loyalists through and through? Who did they side with during the Dance? The Blackfyre Rebellions?
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>>1723670
If there are loyalists still abound then I'm definite Landon has no clue to their existence. Besides even if they exist would you think the QM would tell you that they are there?
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>>1723675
??? What are you talking about? I'm asking about in the past.
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>>1723682
I misread.
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For those curious about the past couple of generations of Grallners. Wynonne Earp was a very distant cousin to the main line, she was the end of her line as well. That little bit of information is what gives Landon a legal claim to Whitestone Keep. And that's about as far back as the Grallner family history knows. Cyrol might be able to remember a couple generations further but the family never kept proper records and being a non-noble family prior to Landon's elevation the Citadel doesn't have any family tree records. If there was a famous Grallner in the past however they might have records of them and their deeds in some tome or scroll lost in the libraries of the Citadel. All things considered outside of your father's marriage to a common-born nanny the family had been marrying up the past few generations and doing better for themselves.

>>1723670
>Were the Earp's loyalists through and through?
To the Targaryens you mean? Kind of. Lord Emmerst Earp was actually fond of King Aerys' and his methods. Emmerst can best be described as a cruel man without the courage to actually do anything himself, always had to use proxies. The story behind Landon finally snapping and killing Emmerst is actually a lot more fucked up than anyone knows.

>Who did they side with during the Dance?
The Greens. They were among the more prominent Houses that fought against their liege lord during the Dance.

>The Blackfyre Rebellions?
They were Targaryen Loyalist during these, like most of the Vale beside the Three Sisters. Lord Earp fought upon the Redgrass Field. And aided in an assault of the Sisters. The Earps weren't always fat cowards.

Anyway, update in about half an hour. So start time at about 2:30 PM EST. I'll get a twitter after tonight's session so everyone can follow more closely.
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>>1723661
The general lack of emotional insight, the rigidness of ethics and routine, the cardboard rigidness when socialising the list goes on.

Sure none of the qualities alone are indicative of autism
Spectrum disorder but their coalescence in a single personality is
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>>1723737
Maybe so. But he has displayed human fault and weakness as according to warrior

>>1722753
>Even Landon had his moment of weakness.

When it came to that camp follower that was mentioned.
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>>1723726
>The Greens
Greens a shit Blacks for life.
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>>1723726
>Incest

Lmao
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>>1723757
Oh no Lilly Grallner wasn't a Grallner to begin with. She just took her husband's name, not having one of her own. I should probably make that more clear.
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>>1723742
>Maybe so. But he has displayed human fault and weakness as according to warrior
Oh I don't deny that at worse he's on the light end of high functioning and he's still entirely human only with a light mechanical way of approaching social situations and I actually love that as a trait.
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>>1723737
first one could be caulked up to PTSD from the rebellion, Landon probably killed at least a few people during it. He could be coping with it by retreating into prayer, and blocking off feelings that trigger it. The daily cleaning of his armor serves as an anchor to help him do this.
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>>1723792
>Lords in Westeros not being able to kill just fine
I doubt we have any issue with killing people.
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>>1723792
Might not even be a half bad reason/thing

>Cador breaks into a smile, “There it is. Been waiting to see that all day. I know that warrior spirit is still in there somewhere. The one that smiles and does not always have his hands folded in prayer. I still have a certain camp follower that asks after yo-”

> I know that warrior spirit is still in there somewhere. The one that smiles and does not always have his hands folded in prayer.

It seems like Landon has changed
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The wind bites the hardest here, they cut through a man like a thousand tiny daggers. Or so your father use to say during your youth when he still stood at the right hand of Lord Emmerst Earp. Remain loyal, remain true, remember your duty my son and you will never know the winds as these poor souls do. He didn’t know, he likely never will. Ser Cador Belmore stands next to you, wrapped in furs and clothing in the early morning, he was to preside over the trial of Ser Gerold Stone. Parwyn Waynwood is checking the straps and buckles of your armour, carefully going every inch of your full plate. The cloak Cador had gifted you rests upon your shoulders, allowed to flow freely in the winds of the Rotunda.

The Rotunda was the peak of the highest tower of Whitestone Keep, from it you could see for leagues, the beauty of the mountains, the river in the valley below, from all angles a beautiful vista. The Rotunda was built in a circle, with eight arches cut away and allowing the winds to cut through, from these were eight planks, each with a length of rope that led to the center of the rotunda’s ceiling. Upon three of these planks stood the poacher brothers and the rapist. Tried and convicted of their crimes against House Grallner and her people. They were read their last rites. Given their last words. Mostly curses. Winston awaits your order by a lever. And yet you give pause. Memories of the man in the black hood awaiting Lord Earp’s decree, the planks all being filled with men beaten and battered by sword and shield. His thumb dropping and the heavy clunk of the planks falling away and the eight bodies slamming into the sides of the Rotunda. You were not the cause of their deaths, you needed to remind yourself. A Trial by Combat was a holy affair, it was the Warrior’s gift that you defeated each and every comer as Lord Earp’s champion but yet… You remember his face, the twisted smile upon his fat face. The red in his cheeks and nose from the blistering cold. The praise he heaped upon you for your victories for doing your duty for staying loyal… For remaining Honor-Bound to your Lord and his causes.

“Execute them, Chief Gaoler,” Cador says in your silence. The sound remains the same as you remembered in your dreams. You take a deep breath and look up at the assembled Household about the Rotunda, each taking refuge behind the portions of the walls that hadn’t been cut away. Cador looks to you, “Are you ready Landon?”

You nod your head, donning your helmet and staring down the man in fetters across from you, silent prayer upon lips.

“Ser Gerold Stone, you stand accused of impersonation of a member of House Grallner. A crime punishable by death. How do you plead?”
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>>1723737
>>1723792

It's may also be a coping mechanisms from all the shit Earp order us to do. Maybe a mixture of both things.
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“Not guilty, milord,” he says spitting to the side, “If this bleedin’ fookin madman won’t believe I’m a Grallner that damn him straight to the Seven Hells. He looks ready for a fight, we both knew what this was goin to be, I demand a Trial by Combat.”

“As is your right, Ser Gerold,” Cador says, “Do you accept Ser Landon?”

“I do.”

“Then it shall be. Before the eyes and ears of man and gods. A Trial by Combat. May the Light of the Seven shine upon the more righteous cause and word.”

Winston begins to unfetter the bastard, offering his sword which is ripped away in a cruel motion, he picks a dueling dagger from amongst his things as well, dons no helmet, no armour than the brigandine upon his back. The sword is a rough and misshapen thing, no discipline no care for his belongings, a bastard turned sellsword. He never spoke a word of truth, it wasn’t in his nature. He befouled your great hall with his very presence and claims. This is a man that deserved to die.

Parwyn lifts your tower shield to your arm, the silver seven pointed star of the Faith painted brightly upon it. Your Faith was your shield even in this. As you unsheathe your blade you feel you mind lax, the blood coursing through your veins to warm you in this ungodly cold. This was your temple, your service to the assembled masses. The Warrior born in flesh conducting justice as only he could by The Father’s guidance.

He circles, waiting for a moment, all sellswords did. Lord Earp’s creditors had sent too many Essosi to the Rotunda to die before. You lax your guard, just enough for him to notice and he leaps. As only a fool would.

>Please roll 8d6 for Fighting.
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Rolled 3, 2, 4, 6, 6, 1, 3, 6 = 31 (8d6)

>>1723805
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Rolled 1, 1, 4, 2, 4, 6, 6, 6 = 30 (8d6)

>>1723805
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Rolled 5, 4, 3, 4, 2, 1, 4, 6 = 29 (8d6)

>>1723805
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Rolled 5, 4, 6, 4, 2, 2, 5, 6 = 34 (8d6)

>>1723805
May the warrior guide our hand
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>>1723806
>>1723809
>>1723810
25,27,23

Jesus fucking christ Landon you scary.
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>>1723815
Shield bash and kill!
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>>1723815
Landon picked chosen enemy: Unholy
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>>1723815

Seven, how are we compared to Bronze Yohn or Sir Lyn "Murdersalot" Corbray?
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>>1723839
According to the book we have one extra dice on long sword compared to Yohn
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>>1723883
So according to this we are actually better at fighting with a long sword then Lord Royce
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>>1723883
damn, no wonder we were Earp's champion

anyone remember what Bordain's stats were like? I can't find them
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>>1723896
That stick up our ass give us a tactical advantage
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>>1723896
Yup, I wish they stated Lyn because I'd love to see how we stack up to him.
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Ser Landon Grallner’s Attack:
DC: 7
Rolls: 25,27,23
>Success, Four Degrees
>Damage: 5*4=20-5AR=15 Damage
>Ser Gerold Stone’s Health: 6-15=-11, Damage exceeds x2 limit.

Ser Gerold Stone’s Attack:
DC: 15
Rolls: 16,17,15
>Success, One Degree
>Damage: 4*1=4-11AR=-7 Damage
>Ser Landon Grallner’s Health: 12-0=12

So as a note when it comes to character building, I don’t apply Armor Penalty. I find it ridiculous so that’s why Landon’s Combat defense is 15. That’s a small homebrew rule I’ve used before.

His attack was a meaningless feint, you could feel it just by the way he moved his feet. The sword wasn’t the primary attack, the weight wasn’t in that sweeping strike that you easily deflect with your own sword. No rather it was the dueling dagger that he brought around toward your side, hoping to dig it deeply into the soft point of your armpit. It was the not the first time you had encountered this attack, Essosi sellswords know how to attack a heavily armoured man. But Stone wasn’t as fast as he thought he was, nor as clever. Your shield arm lashes out, you take a step forward with your right foot, opening your guard wide open but slamming into Stone’s outstretched hand before it could bury itself. The dagger is thrown from his unarmoured hand, the sick crunch of metal on flesh can be heard throughout the Rotunda. Stone is thrown of balance, his feint overstepping into your guard. On the rebound your sword arm loops under his own drawing him in close, his eyes fall upon your own in the split second before your helm lands a solid blow on his nose. You can feel the cartilage give way with ease, the sound of the break rings in your helmet.

Allowing him to fall free he falls to the wayside, sword clattering to the ground behind you, his hand is a ruin, the knuckles all broken and bloody. Blood streams from his nose which he holds with his good hand. The man is all curses and choking, blood fills his mouth and he attempts to spit it at you only to fail miserably. You kick away his sword, it lodging long ways in one of the arches. He looks up at you, the silence of the room looming large over him. You approach, placing the tip of your sword under his chin, it was so sharp it draw the thinnest trickle of blood as you raised his eyes to meet your own. He was afraid. He knew fear. He knew that the Warrior’s arm had not been his own but was of his opponent. A man of devout Faith, of fearlessness. A man of loyalty… Duty… Honor…
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“Loyalty. Duty. Honor.” his voice rings in your head. The thick slop of a sentence that fell from Lord Earp’s mouth, “Kill them. Kill all who threaten your Lord. It is your duty.”

“Remember your loyalty Landon,” your father’s voice calls, “So long as we are good and true to the Lord of House Earp we are safe. Remember.”

“No man is so accursed as the kinslayer,” Stone spits at you through blood and ruin. Drawing your mind back to reality.

You stand in silence, the bulwark of unfeeling steel and Faith.

>”You are no kin of mine.” (Kill him)
>”You will go to the Wall.” (Spare him)
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>>1723914
>”You are no kin of mine.” (Kill him)

When we wield the sword of justice we must not hesistate
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>>1723914
>>”You are no kin of mine.” (Kill him)
The Gods judged him guilty.
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>>1723914
>”You will go to the Wall.” (Spare him)
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>>1723914
>>”You are no kin of mine.” (Kill him)

I think Anon was right when they said Landon had PTSD.
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>>1723907
According to the rulebook we are as good as Jaime actually
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>>1723914
>>”You will go to the Wall.” (Spare him)
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>>1723914
>”You will go to the Wall.” (Spare him)

We spilled enough blood, let us not spill more unnecessarily.
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>>1723914
>”You will go to the Wall.” (Spare him)
the night's watch needs stablehands and cooks, not just fighting men
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>>1723932
Gotta look at the talents too anon, he has Longsword fighter 2 and talented (fighting) so he is better than us.

>>1723937
Considering the punishment for impersonating a noble is a hanging we are only meriting out justice.
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>>1723914

>”You are no kin of mine.” (Kill him)
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>>1723914

Well this was an easy fight, here's to hoping that we keep it up with good rolls.

>”You will go to the Wall.” (Spare him)

He can spend the rest of his days shoveling horseshit and making sure the frostbite doesn't get his dick
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Call it here. Sparing the man and sending him to the Wall wins.
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Don't almost all Southron lords not give a shit about the Nightswatch and just think its not worth worrying about.
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>>1723956
This is not justice!
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>>1723956
Unbelievably stupid and OOC
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>>1723961

It's call mercy.
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>>1723914
>”You are no kin of mine.” (Kill him)
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>>1723966
Except for the fact we have a much higher commitment to justice than mercy. And if killing a BASTARD who just tried to play himself off as a relative to try and steal from us, he deserves death.
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>>1723965

Why? We are clearly sick of killing people like this.
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>>1723960
some see it as a dumping ground for their criminals and bastards

Landon probably has a much higher view of it, on account of his idealism. The influx of trained warriors from House Earp probably helped them out, though it's not enough to rebuild the watch
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>>1723972
We're sick of killing innocents who came to demand justice for our lords crimes, not criminals who come in and lie and cheat.
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>>1723980
If we have a higher view of it why would we send criminals and bastards to join the prestigious brotherhood? Considering how we feel about them, its like sending the scum of the earth to join something you respect.
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>>1723980

>Woman in armor

Fucking Dornish sometimes man

>>1723989

Calm down anon, we'll kill another criminal next time. Mainly the traitor, we'll split his head open and found out personally if he has a brain or not
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>>1723989
Or giving men the right to atonement by doing the work of the seven and taking up the duty of defending the wall. I'd get a vibe of Landon seeing it as a way to atone and right in your life, he seems like the type to see it that way.
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>>1723981

It seems to me we want to move away from anything that reminds us of Earp. It really doesn't cost us anything to send him to the wall. Also the local folk will see us capable of mercy that's a good thing. It might not cost him his life but he is still getting punish.
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>>1723989
to provide for and serve the honorable members. The watch can't just have warriors, they need people to do the menial labor. This bastard forfeited his life when he impersonated a noble, it would be a waste to kill him when he can mend clothing or cook for the Watch
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>>1723996
Landon doesn't seem the kind of guy to think Bastards can reform.

>>1723995
Its not about wanting to kill people its about the motivation of why we're doing it.
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>>1723908
A brigandine is AR 8. Doesn't change much.
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You remove your blade from the base of his chin.

“You have been found guilty in the eyes and ears of men and gods, Stone,” you say while turning away, removing helming and tossing it to young Parwyn, “Winston gather the man and see to his wounds, find him a cell. You will go to the Wall, Stone. Be grateful for the mercy the Mother shines upon you this day.”

Cador Belmore gives you a long look before turning to the assembled Household and dismissing them himself. Wylla Earp and Jeyne Stone pass by you, the latter her eyes upon the ground, the former looking at you with an intense hatred.

“Someday they will win,” she says to you in her defiant little voice before Jeyne hurries her down the stairs.

“That was unlike you,” Ser Trevor Trant remarks as he comes to your side as the other file down the stairs.

“Enough blood has been spilt upon these stones,” you say with bitterness, “I will not become the butcher again.”

The elder Knight nods blinking away the wind for a moment as he looks off at the mid-morning sun, “I worried for that. In truth,” he says, “Lord Earp had a way of filling a man’s head with delusion and grandeur. His Champion was always the most highly touted man of his Household, a man of loyalty, duty, honor. I know you remember those words as well as I.”

You look to side, a tooth lies blood and broken on the ground.

“In Whitestone you are a god amongst men, the Warrior given flesh. But about the Vale, we known as butchers, men without emotion or care. Using the Faith to justify the murder of men in mock Trials,” he says recalling his time as Champion before you, “You are not that man Landon, not a butcher, not a liar. And showing mercy, the Mother’s mercy mind, tells me that the young man of bright hope and noble cause that once took my place still lives in there. Remember that.”

You nod slightly, eyes still fixated upon the tooth, the blood in the cracks and grot of the stone beneath. Ser Trevor leaves off with a pat upon your shoulder. The Rotunda empties, leaving you alone bar Ser Cador Belmore by the stairway.

“I’d have killed him,” he offers.

“A part of me would have too.”

Belmore bites his lower lip, nodding, before sighing and running his hand through his hair, “Do you wish to deal with the turncloak and the Moon Swallow man now?”

>”Yes, let us see what they have to say for themselves.” (Interrogate them)
>”No. I have something I must do.” (Go see your Father)
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>>1724009
I know, I was just too lazy to go find it. I was using the Hedge Knight statblock for the fight. Justify it as Gerold just had really poor quality armour.

This is an interesting conversation we're having. I won't say if either side is right or wrong. But Landon does believe in atone for one's crime.
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>>1724011
>>”Yes, let us see what they have to say for themselves.” (Interrogate them)
Our responsibility to our people comes first.
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>>1724011

>”Yes, let us see what they have to say for themselves.” (Interrogate them)

I still wish our pa had died of dysentery, so I pick this
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>>1724011
>>”Yes, let us see what they have to say for themselves.” (Interrogate them)
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>>1724004
Then why you care if we kill him if sending his ass to the wall serves the same purpose? We demonstrated we take no shit from charlatans, that we can still kick ass and that if we might send your ass to the wall instead of killing you. That reputation might serve us some day.
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>>1724011
>>”Yes, let us see what they have to say for themselves.” (Interrogate them)
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>>1724011
>>1724011
>>”Yes, let us see what they have to say for themselves.” (Interrogate them)

Bring our squire, he must learn harsh realities of life.
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>>1724024
Its not about making a reputation that will save us, its about justice and the fact that most lords don't give a shit about the Wall.
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>>1724011
>”Yes, let us see what they have to say for themselves.” (Interrogate them)
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Alright, so that's a pretty clear win.

Sub-vote, who would you like to see first:
>Wat, the Turncloak
>Creyoak, the Moon Swallow
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>>1724049
>>Creyoak, the Moon Swallow
Getting info about the Swallows is more useful for helping with the Turncloak than vice versa.
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>>1724049
>>Wat, the Turncloak
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>>1724049
>>Creyoak, the Moon Swallow
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>>1724049
>Wat, the Turncloak
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>>1724049
>Moon Swallow
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>>1724049
>>Creyoak, the Moon Swallow
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>>1724049
>>1724051
Support.
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>>1724049
>>Creyoak, the Moon Swallow
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>>1724049
>>Creyoak, the Moon Swallow
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Created an unofficial discord so we can spitball and talk about the quest.

https://discord.gg/RW6bzRA
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>>1724108
>Discord
Discords are terrible for quests, everything should be disguised in threads not planned out between groups of anons ahead of time for voting blocks.
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>>1724113
Really? I'm of the opposite opinion to be honest, I think they make it a lot easier to discuss about the quest and make stuff move a lot smoother.
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>>1724117
All talk between anons should happen in the thread where everyone can see it. In a discord we all know who each other are defeating the whole point of anonymity and making plans where not everyone can see them and making agreements for powerblocks to make the quest go the way they want and plan for future events we have no idea about.
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>>1724122
Just spitballin' senpai, calm down. Gives a place to chat when OP is AFK.
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>>1724127
I'm completely calm, I'm just saying I think overall discords for quests are a bad idea and actively hurt the quest.
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>>1724135
We got a discord for Teen Titans quest and I find it makes the whole experience better.
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>>1724142
How does it make it better?
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>>1724122
I really see no point of anonymity on /qst/ when everyone has a tag, and I've never seen agreements for power blocks or the like happen on discords I've been in.
>>1724135
Well that's fine, we all have different opinons on it. For me, as long as keep discussions active on both the thread and the discord and help those that refuse to join the discord keep up with off hand discussions then I see no problem with it. Like >>1724142 the discord for that quest does a good job of this without hurting the quest. If I see that the discord is doing harm to the quest then I'll speak up about it but for now I'll give it a shot.
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>>1724150
Well, it has a few channels that let players discuss about different topics or speculate with their own theories and such, basically stuff that doesn't directly involve the quest at the moment. It also let's you do some light shitposting that everyone can have a good time with without it messing up the thread. Plus, it makes it a lot easier for the QM to answer questions and call players for when the session starts then an ask.fm and twitter do. It's just all around more helpful for both the QM and some of the players.
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>>1724175
And now there's an important discussion on faith and our character's beliefs happening in the discord that will color people's choices in the future.
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>>1724175
Not really as twatter is still just as useful to alert when threads go up.
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>>1724175
>basically stuff that doesn't directly involve the quest at the moment.
So you've made a qtg specificaly for a quest where this qtg doesn't even help the quest?

qtg was supposed to help when quests weren't running, overtime it turned into shitpost central.
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>>1724207
You could also have it in thread as well.
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>>1724220
I know and that's what I'm arguing.
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“Yes, let us see what they have to say for themselves,” you respond, wrapping your cloak about your body, the warmth had left you, mind felt slowed by the cold. The words echoed but only in the distance, drowned out by the winds that howled through to your core.

Cador nods and waves you follow, “I’d suppose seeing the Moon Swallow would be more useful. Calls himself Creyoak, son of Coark. Also is rather fond of screaming and harassing Ser Bryen about killing his son. We haven’t got much else out of him.”

You follow him down the winding staircase, through the great hall, to the foyer and off to a side room into the stables. Ser Artys Waynwood is already waiting with three saddled horses, one of which being your courser, Warrior. He was a great black thing steady footed in the mountains of the Vale, a surprise for a flatlander breed. Black and with a fierce look in his eye, but a respectful nature towards your heel and orders. You had won him from a Knight that hailed from the Crownlands some odd years ago, he could not pay your ransom and his benefactor Lord Hayford would not either. He had served as a replacement for the horse you had lost during the Rebellion, a present from Lord Earp, perhaps best left forgotten.

The ride down to Ser Cador’s ship was short and brisk, the winding road from the gatehouse to the docks was perhaps the only sturdy road in the entirety of your domain and made for easy travel. Ser Trevor Trant and Ser Michel of the Sisters join you, alongside a few of Cador’s men-at-arms. You do not fear Moon Swallow incursion here, not of all places but better cautious than dead. Traveling through the small hamlet, town whatever you could possibly call this loose collection of hovels and buildings you note a handful of your men traveling from building to building. Some passersbyers give you a respectful nod, others a look of scorn and hate. Your men had clearly begun to cut out the plague that were the dock brothels. They would live with such things, by the Seven’s guidance to be certain.

Dismounting before the sad excuse for a dock you see the Belmore ship, Ring’s True anchored closer to the middle of the river. A small dinghy awaits your company.

“The docks aren’t large enough to handle the ship of that size docking upon them,” Cador explains as you climb into the boat and are slowly rowed out to his personal flagship, “You might do well to revitalize the town beneath Whitestone, rebuild the docks. Create your own fleet. The late Lord Earp’s ships now reside under my father’s control, something he takes much joy in.”

You screw your face up, again with Lord Belmore taking assets that surely should have been yours by rights, first the lands to the north, now these ships. It did not seem right. But… He was your liegelord, surely these things were done for purpose. Greater purpose than you could know. Cador notes your expression and coughs looking off towards his ship in silence.
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>>1724227
It is jsut so much faster to discuss things in discord. Atleast i dont have to click on cars for 20min before i can post.
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There’s a racket upon the ship when you arrive, sounds like it is upon the deck. As you climb up the ladder you see a circle of sailors, yelling and hooting like madmen, in the center is Ser Bryen Belmore, laying into a man upon the deck.

“Seven bloody Hells...” Cador says under his breath the moment he gains his footing, “BRYEN! THAT IS ENOUGH!”

The sailors all quiet, separating to allow yourself and Ser Cador passage into the circle of men. Bryen plants a firm kick into the jaw of the man on the deck, who is bleeding from nearly open orifice. You note the scarred crescent moon upon his forehead and know it is the Moon Swallow.

“It’s bloody well enough when I say it is Cador,” Bryen spits back, his face is ragged, eyes bloodshot, spittle hangs from his lips. You knew rage, anger.

“This man is a prisoner. If you wish justice for your son, you will place him back in the brig and allow Ser Landon and I to question him in peace,” Cador warns.

Bryen’s eyes sweep from his cousin to you, “I ain’t doing a damn thing for him cousin,” he takes a few steps towards you, swaying in his step, he points at you, allowing the finger to find place upon your chest, “My boy is dead because this fucking Septa can’t come down from her fucking high castle and deal with a coupla fucking clansmen. Like the rest of us fucking do,” he hocks and spits at your feet, “Where the fuck are the Seven now? Where were they for my boy! HUH!? THE GOD’S FUCKING PISS ON US AND YOU SIT IN PRAYER ASKING FOR DELIVERANCE!”

“Bryen. You do not want to do this,” Cador warns again, attempting to get between the two of you, “Calm down, go to your room and sober up. Now.”

Bryen’s face twists and his finger turns to a fist that shakes before you, just when it looks he is ready to fight he draws it back, his face turning to sobs and despair. You look away and Cador sees to it that the Moon Swallow is brought back below deck, and Ser Yonys Stone takes Bryen away to his room.

“Do not think that you owe him penance Landon,” Cador says after waving for you to follow him below deck, “A man is entitled to his grief, but not to expel it upon others. What happened was a tragedy, but no more your fault than any other before.”

“He lost his son, Cador, because my lands are overrun with godless wretches,” you say simply, “Your father would not be so forgiving had it been you that died.”

“And Bryen is not my father,” Cador responds, locking a door behind the two of you, and looking at the mess of a Moon Swallow before you, he still smiles even despite the beating he had taken, “If you wish to atone for these things to Ser Bryen then do so now Landon.”

>What do you want to ask the Moon Swallow?
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>>1724234
But not everyone is using it and havong discussions like that in the discord is leaving out everyone that doesn't use it.
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>>1724237
>Where is the camp?
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>>1724237
>bleeding from nearly open orifice.
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>>1724237
>Tell us about the turncloak leaving you maps.
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>>1724237
>Who are you.

>Where is your camp

>How many are there

>Who is your leader
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>>1724234
And it moves too fast and distracts people from the thread itself because they have to defend their ideas on the discord and win over people towards them. Look how much longer it took for people to write a response to the post compared to all the rest of them.
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>>1724269
>>1724237

>>1724269

It's unlikely he will talk if we ask him that directly. The Hill tribes love to talk about how great they are, let's use that ask him about his tribe and chief let's him spill the beans himself. Let him talk a little then ask him where his chief HIDES from us and where his tribe has RUN OFF to avoid us I fear. Play his pride against him. He
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>>1724237
>who are you
>what do you do
>where your camps are
>what would your father give to have you abck
>who's your contact and turncloaks?
>how many of youa re there?
>how well armed?
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>>1724273
>Who are you.
"Creyoak, son of Coark," he spits blood at your feet.

>>1724269
>Where is the camp?
He laughs, showing a bloody ruin of teeth, "Would never tell lowlander."

>How many are there
"As many as there are swallows in the trees."

>Who is your leader
"A warrior beyond your gods."

>>1724272
>Tell us about the turncloak leaving you maps.
"Creyoak knows nothing of this."

Cador gives you a look, "Boundless font of information this one is. Same thing he always says."
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>>1724311
Offer him a trial by combat, sworn on his ancestors.

If he wins, he goes free.

If he loses, he tells us all we want to know, and he is put to hard labor. (Worth more than killing him)

Refusal is death.
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>>1724237
Should probably have him dragged to a cell and wait till he changes his mind.
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>>1724311
>We already came across a group of your clansmen and got the info we need, we just wanted the conformation from you.
>But never mind, lets leave Ser Cador.
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>>1724325
I got an idea.
>learn what the moon-niggas find to be tabboo
>if the thing they find haram is not haram or even halal to the seven, do the thing
>keep doing the thing until he spills the beans
>????
>profit
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>>1724351
>>keep doing the thing until he spills the beans
I like it, but I figure as mostly savages whatever they find taboo will be SUPER-taboo to us, unless it's something obscure like eating swallows or wearing Sheepskin
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>>1724304
>what do you do
"Fight lowlanders, kill lowlanders. Like boy of bells," he laughs again.

>what would your father give to have you abck
"Is dead."

>who's your contact and turncloaks?
"Know nothing of this."

>how well armed?
"With the steel of lowlander. Moon Swallows have killed many a lowlander, your steel sings sweeter in our hands."

>>1724327
"He's been in this dark and waterlogged brig for the past three days Landon," Cador says looking about, "Ser Bryen's beating is the first time he's been brought above deck since we captured him. If those things haven't changed his mind yet, I doubt leaving him there longer will do anything. And time is of the essence."

>>1724325
You pull Cador aside and speak in his ear.
"What of a Trial?"

"For a clansmen? The man with pig shite for honor?"

"Torture isn't an option, he clearly isn't talking. What other option do we have?"

"Well I can't have him dead. Or dying," Cador says, "My father will want to see him."

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.
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>>1724358
Yeah. I dont know what to do with him.
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Just so you guys know there is a correct question here that will get Creyoak talking.

An anon was on to something when they were talking about playing to his pride. And he slipped a little when he talked about weapons.
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>>1724379
>Most peasants don't have steel and you unholy lot of barbarians aren't good enough to beat real Knights of the Seven.
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>>1724311

Let's try to bait him.


Tell me Creyoak what kind of man are you? You seem to have more courage than your tribes to runs off at the first sight of trouble, or maybe you stumble and knocked yourself out before anyone had the chance to kill you while running away.
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>>1724379
This feels a little obtuse, not sure what to do exactly.
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>>1724358

You have kill lowlanders? More likely you stole them from some idiot in his sleep or given to you in payment for whoring yourself.
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>>1724379
If the Moon Swallows are that good with Steel, why can't they attack a man well armed, but only attack the old and weak.
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>>1724384
>Most peasants don't have steel and you unholy lot of barbarians aren't good enough to beat real Knights of the Seven.

"Lowlanders think too much of themselves. Your Seven are false idols. Creyoak has killed many Knight! Have sword to prove it!"

"A sword?" you ask Cador.

"It's in our armoury, along with the rest of his belongings, why?"

"Swords have maker marks," you say.

"And those trace back to someone," Cador realizes, "If you do have a traitor in your Household they're likely feeding them. Do you keep track of your armoury?"

"Maffew does, the numbers are in truth beyond me."

"Might be somewhere to start then."

>>1724390
>Tell me Creyoak what kind of man are you?
"Warrior," he spits again.

> You seem to have more courage than your tribes to runs off at the first sight of trouble, or maybe you stumble and knocked yourself out before anyone had the chance to kill you while running away.

He looks at you through squinted eyes, cracking his jaw, "Lowlanders cheated."

"Cador?"

"We found him dick deep in the river about ready to swim for it after he cut Bryen's boy's throat. Couple of archers captured him."

You look to the Moon Swallow again and his face immediately goes to anger, "BOY OF BELLS KILLED COARK! DESERVED DEATH!"

"A squire killed the great fighter that was your father?" Cador laughs, "The rest of them scattered to the wind, to hide like the godless cowards they are. We did kill most of them."

Creyoak glowers at Cador, "Would not run. Did not run. Go to get more Swallows from cas-" he clams up and looks to the floor.

"Cas-?" you ask, "Castle? From a castle?"

He looks at you with tightly sealed lips, blood runs from the sides of his mouth, his eyes shift.

"Looks like he just slipped," Cador says, "A castle then. Certainly not yours or Badics more than like. Are there any other castles in the area?"

>Please roll 2d6 for Knowledge
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Rolled 3, 2 = 5 (2d6)

>>1724455
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Rolled 6, 1 = 7 (2d6)

>>1724455
>Only Castle Moon Sparrow but that couldn't be it.
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Rolled 2, 5 = 7 (2d6)

>>1724455
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Rolled 4, 5 = 9 (2d6)

>>1724455
We /intellectual/ now
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Rolled 6, 5 = 11 (2d6)

>>1724455
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Rolled 4, 3 = 7 (2d6)

>>1724455
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>>1724463
>>1724464
>>1724470
how exceedingly average...
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Rolled 2, 4 = 6 (2d6)

>>1724455
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>>1724463
>>1724464
>>1724470

DC:10
Rolls: 5,7,7
>Failed.

"I could not say," you respond raking your mind, in truth you only knew a handful of castles about the land, and not a single one that wasn't owned by someone, "And you?"

"History teaches us of many a ruined castle and fort throughout the Vale. There could be any number of them hidden in the forest beyond or in your land."

Cador clicks his tongue and runs his hand through his hair, "I don't think we're going to get much more out of him. Unless you feel like baiting him some more?"

>Anything else to ask of Creyoak?
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>>1724495
We should probably look at a map of the area. See if there is any
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>>1724495
Most of your warriors are die Creyoak. Who is going to protect your women and children? Not you.

Am I doing it right?
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>>1724495
Kinda surprised you could even find a castle, much less get in one, given you tribesman can't build anything wroth a damn.
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>>1724495
>We'll send ten men to go take care of them, shouldn't take much more to take out this lot.
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>>1724379
How many of your men did it take to kill the boy, one boy, you shit.

I'm of a mind to send you back to your clan, defeated with only a boy kill to your name. There will be no songs telling of your victory, 'boy killer', the only thing awaiting you if you come back to your clan is death. You're a disgrace to whatever pass for strength in your people as long as you live you'll be a blight upon the Moon Swallows' name.

I will send my men to each and every corner of that damned mountain range, they will sing your victory over a boy of ten, a boy who hadn't even grow his first strand of hair on his face. Your clan will know such shame that it'll eat at them and drive them so mad that they'll ride down here, not to kill me, but to kill you.
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>>1724516
We should take his ears
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>>1724495

Well Creyoak who was the poor crippled you stole your weapons from? Or perhaps he was a knight indeed, some dead knight's tomb you dig up like ghouls looking for good steel?
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>>1724518
No torture anon
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>>1724533
It's dishonorable to the Mountain memes, Is it really torture?
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>>1724501
"We'd a proper Citadel map then," Cador says, "Something from before the AC. Seven I doubt if anything like that even exists."

>>1724507
"Lowlander knows nothing of Moon Swallows," he says simply and turns his head, disregarding the both of you.

>>1724507
Creyoak doesn't even give you a glance.

>>1724510
He scoffs and continues to ignore you.

>>1724516
This is a little too chatty and threatening for Landon. If we were Brynden Malroy that sounds exactly like something he'd say.

>>1724518
Falls under torture.

>>1724519
"Killed lowlander. Like will kill you. Am done talking."

Creyoak is true to his word, he ignores the both of you and any prodding or poking further. He seethes with rage underneath his visage that is to be certain but bites his tongue otherwise.

"Ser Yonys, make sure Creyoak here isn't going to die anytime soon," Cador says as he opens the door, "And keep Ser Bryen away from him."

"Understood my Lord."

Cador nods firmly and begins up the stairs, his limp impeding him slightly, "We'll take a look at that sword, aye?"

You nod and follow after into the Captain's quarters of the ship, you pass by Ser Bryen's room as you do so and catch from the corner of your eye a man drowning his sorrows in more drink. A shame, a man in grief needed Faith now, not drink to numb his pain... He deserved help, not to wallow.

Cador pulls a sword from the cabinet in his quarters and looks it over, frowning, "Maker's mark has been scratched off, figured it would be. Here," he turns it over and hands the sword to you.

You examine the blade and flick at the sharpened edge, looks like it was only recently given to them, no nicks or dullness yet. The maker's mark had indeed been scraped away but the sword felt familiar.

>Please roll 2d6 for Cunning(Memory).
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Rolled 3, 6 = 9 (2d6)

>>1724569
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Rolled 1, 2 = 3 (2d6)

>>1724569
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Rolled 4, 5 = 9 (2d6)

>>1724569
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>>1724569

Damn it, I hate posting from a phone it's always too slow.
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Dc shouldn't be too high considering we know a lot about swords
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>>1724571
>>1724572
>>1724575
DC: 9
Rolls: 9,3,9
>Success, One Degree.

You turn the blade over a few times, getting a feeling for the weight and balance of the thing.

"This is a Bordain sword," you state simply before beginning to crank on the pommel.

"How do you know that?" Cador asks.

"My sword is a Bordain blade," you say offhandedly, "We have a handful of them in the armoury, a gift from the Iron Lord some years ago when he was touring the Vale. Didn't bother to stop here, but had someone drop them off, about a dozen. Good weapons all. There mark is a hammer, obviously, but..." you manage to get the pommel loose and put it on Cador's desk and remove the handle before finding what you were looking for with a small smile, "They number their weapons on the tang, so they can keep track of who they give what, how many they make," you show him the number.

"Four hundred and thirty-seven. Seven be good does that man ever stop."

"Doubtful," you remark regarding the number with your thumb, "We were given four hundred and thirty to four hundred and forty-two, mine is the latter. Maffew read the letter to me... It's probably still somewhere in the solar. These are my weapons they're carrying. Godless heathens are killing godly men and children with my weapons!"

Cador sits in his seat, lacing his fingers behind his head, "You have someone trying to undermine you Landon."

Anger drips from you, it was a rare emotion, you kept such things in check, devotion and prayer were better uses of your time but this, this was far too much, "I... I need to find them. And... And bring them to justice."

Cador nods a few times, "Aye. Justice. Suppose we should go have a chat with your Turncloak?"

>"Agreed." (Go interrogate Wat, the Scout)
>"A moment my Lord. I see a man who has strayed from the Faith in his grief." (Console Ser Bryen Belmore)
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>>1724631
>>"Agreed." (Go interrogate Wat, the Scout)
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>>1724631
>>"Agreed." (Go interrogate Wat, the Scout)
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>>1724631
>>"A moment my Lord. I see a man who has strayed from the Faith in his grief." (Console Ser Bryen Belmore)
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>>1724631
>>"A moment my Lord. I see a man who has strayed from the Faith in his grief." (Console Ser Bryen Belmore)
As a man of the faith it is our duty to help a brother in need.
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>>1724631
>Agreed." (Go interrogate Wat, the Scout)
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>>1724650
SECONDING
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>>1724631

>"A moment my Lord. I see a man who has strayed from the Faith in his grief." (Console Ser Bryen Belmore)
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>>1724631
>>>"A moment my Lord. I see a man who has strayed from the Faith in his grief." (Console Ser Bryen Belmore)
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>>1724631
>"A moment my Lord. I see a man who has strayed from the Faith in his grief." (Console Ser Bryen Belmore)

Also love that little Bordain call out there.
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>>1724650

The last person that man wants confort from is us.
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>>1724678
Its our fault his son is dead, it is now our job to pay back our debt to this man and help him back onto the path of the Seven and goodness.
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Wait qm on the last roll how come we only have one success when two of our rolls matched the dc?
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>>1724683
the only pay he wants are the carcasses of the heathen mongrels raiding our lands.
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>>1724723
That doesn't mean we can just abandon him in his time of need where he can fall to loose women or the bottle.
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>>1724721
Oh wait bo3, I'm retarded.
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>>1724631
>>"A moment my Lord. I see a man who has strayed from the Faith in his grief." (Console Ser Bryen Belmore)
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“A moment my Lord,” you say looking back down the tight hallway towards Ser Bryen’s room, “I see a man who buries himself in drink and grief. A man strayed from the Faith.”

Cador looks around you and sits up immediately, “Landon, no. Bryen deals with his suffering in his own way. You are not the man he wishes to speak to.”

“The Seven does not always provide the wounded with their wished healer,” you say simply and leave off. Cador throws his arms up in the air and rubs his face as he falls out of view.

Upon reaching Ser Bryen’s room you see the man sat upon the floor, his knees brought up to his chest, a bottle of some liquor hangs from his hands. The soft muffled sobs of a man brought low by tragedy and pain. You knew this sight but not from this side. No… You saw yourself.

---

“Landon.”

“Go away,” you sob into your bottle.

“Landon, please, look at me.”

“I can’t… Not after what I’ve done.”

“You did what was right Landon,” the voice says, hand placed upon your head, “It is not for you to decide what is just and right in this world. Only the Seven my provide such divine providence. You are an extension of their will my son.”

“I have killed, broken my vows, and have been cursed for it. My father does not even recognize me. I leave for war and come home far beyond the man he could have ever dreamed I would be and all I receive are blank stares and confusion. He askes for Lincoln, Liam, Leianna… Cyrol and my mother but never me. The Seven do not shine upon me, they DAMN ME!”

---

The bottle streaks across the room and shatters bringing you from painful thought. Red eyes look to you from the broken man sat upon the floor.

“What do you want?” he asks having no fight left to put in his voice.

“To speak to you Ser Bryen,” you say, “If I may.”
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He waves his hand and rolls over, picking through a trunk for another bottle, you sit across from him on a small wooden stool and place your hand upon the bottle before he can bring it to lip, “What are you doing Ser Bryen?”

“What are you doing?” he asks in retort, wrenching the bottle free and taking a gulp, “Allow a man to wallow in his misery.”

“A man of the Faith should not wallow in his misery. You dishonor the memory of your son.”

Bryen allows his head to roll back, eyes half lidded, mouth slack jawed, “The Faith does not provide for me,” he says through slurred words, “My son is dead. On your lands o’ holy and righteous man. What does the Faith provide if not suffering?”

“Healing,” you say, managing to pull the bottle from his hand this time, “Peace. Honoring the memory of those lost through service to them. What does drink provide Ser Bryen? Numbness? Relief and respite for a moment before you remember when it runs away. Drink brings suffering, drowning oneself in drink provides suffering. Service to the Faith, even in these hardest of times brings closure.”

Ser Bryen’s head sits limp upon the end of his bed but he regards you, even if drunkenly. You see the seven pointed star pendant looped about his neck and point at it, his fingers go for it, fingering it gently.

“Honor him…” he lips.

>Please roll 5d6 for Persuasion (You gain your two bonus die from Reputation due to your nature as a man of Faith)
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Rolled 1, 4, 1, 2, 5 = 13 (5d6)

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Rolled 5, 6, 6, 5, 5 = 27 (5d6)

>>1724756
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Rolled 6, 2, 2, 6, 5 = 21 (5d6)

>>1724756
BBB
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Rolled 5, 3, 5, 2, 4 = 19 (5d6)

>>1724756
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I should probably go back to lurking.
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Rolled 6, 4, 6, 2, 5 = 23 (5d6)

>>1724756
The Gods shall help him through this struggle
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Rolled 5, 6, 2, 6, 4 = 23 (5d6)

>>1724756
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>>1724772
Landon is a damn good motivational speaker
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>>1724767
>>1724772
>>1724773
DC 15
Rolls: 11,17,17

>those last two rolls

FAITH STRONK
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>>1724791
Let see those drowned losers do that.
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>>1724791
So we roll 5d6 but in the end you take the highest 3d6 in the rolls?
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>>1724751
>all of this deep Landon backstory being dropped throughout the thread
>no one is talking about it

Well I appreciate it.
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>>1724798
Its based on our stats, our longsword skill is 3B with our 5D in Fighting so we roll 8d6 and can replace any of the first five dice with the last three. And then he takes the best out of the firsst three rolls.

>>1724806
I do too, Landon coming back from RR and being the only one his dad who loved honor forgot is pretty fucked.
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>>1724806
I appreciate it, just haven't said anything. Definitely gives Landon some depth
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>>1724806
I do too, but I try to save it for the end unless it's super relevant.
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>>1724806

It fits all the discussion on the last thread. Pretty much how I imagine Landon.
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>>1724806
I appreciate the backstory. I like Landon as character
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>>1724798
Correct. Your Persuasion is a base 3d6. As can be found in Landon's character sheet.

You gained the 2 bonus dice from your Reputation specialty.

That gave you a 3D+2B, or a 5d6 dice pool. On tests only the dice from your main ability, in this case, Persuasion, are counted. So of 5 dice rolled the highest 3 are taken.

Another example is Fighting which you have a rank 5 in with a Long Blade specialty of 3, thus affording you an 8d6 dice pool, take the top 5.
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DC 15
Rolls: 11,17,17
>Success, one degree.

The tears that stream down Ser Bryen’s face are made of far more things than you could hope to understand. His fist closes around the pendant and his head falls to his chest.

“I wish to be alone Ser Landon,” he says through sobs, “Take the bottle, please.”

You nod in silence and stand, leaving the room and closing the door behind you.

“I’ll take that, thank you,” Cador says, plucking the bottle from your hand and placing it in the hands of a young lad who runs off.

“I believe we should go see the Scout turned turncloak,” you say.

“Aye, I believe we should.”

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“Just this way milord,” Winston says to you, beckoning you follow with a torch in hand, “Boy’s down in the hole for now. Kept gettin in fights wit the others.”

“Fantastic,” Cador remarks under his breath as the two of you reach a narrow stone hole, perhaps twelve feet deep in the corner of the castle’s cells. At the bottom of it is a boy, likely no more than six-and-ten sitting cross legged at the bottom of it. He looks up and his face drops.

“You Wat?” Cador asks leaning over the pit.

“Aye, wot of it?”

“I understand you were dead maps out in the woods. Got caught by your fellow Scouts. Got anything to see about that?”

“Ain’t a word of it true.”

Cador straightens up and shrugs at you, “Again with this. Perhaps you’d like a word with young Wat?”

Leaning over the hole you realize it reeks of piss and shite, and the boy is likely sitting in his own defecate.

>What would you like to ask Wat, the Turncloak Scout?
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>>1724891
>We know about the swords and the Castle. What you tell us determines if I send you to the Wall, or execute you.
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>>1724891
How long have you been in my service?
Do you have family?
What would they think?
Why would the men have reason to lie?
What was the map off?
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>>1724891
Is there any others ?

Are there any more hidden ?
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>>1724902
>How long have you been in my service?
"Two years milord."

>Do you have family?
"Just me sister. She's... She's a uh, a whore down by the docks."

>What would they think?
"That I'm bloody well telling the truth I am. I ain't never been gone this long. She's probably worried sick she is."

>Why would the men have reason to lie?
"They gots things to hide from milord. I swear it milord, I ain't done a thing. They framin me."

>What was the map off?
"I don't even know what bloody map you all been talkin about! I can't even read!"

>>1724899
>We know about the swords and the Castle.
"What swords! What Castle! I've lived on the docks all my life, ain't even seen steel or a castle that wasn't the Whitestone!"

>>1724909
>Is there any others ?
"Well bloody yeah, of course! I ain't even part of it! Probably bout five of 'em."

>Are there any more hidden ?
"I wouldn't bloody know! I just stumbled on 'em tryin take a piss. Next thing I know Eli is hittin me over da head with a rock and I'm in this shit hole!"

>>1724899
>What you tell us determines if I send you to the Wall, or execute you.
His face drains of color, "E-execute me? Send me to the Wall? I ain't done a thing milord! I swears it! They just tryin to put the blames on me! The fookin bastards! Please milord I'm beggin ya, me poor sister won't make it on her own!"

"Well he's certainly adamant about his innocence," Cador remarks.

>Anything else to ask?
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>>1724940
>Give me your version of the events then Wat.

I am suspecting the Scout leader is still an Earp loyalist.
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>>1724940
We should get the sister as well, so if the "others" are real they don't go after his sister.
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>>1724940
>Whoring is a crime in these lands and an affront to the Gods. Either speak the truth or your sister will be imprisoned.
Put the screws to him.
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>>1724940
Who is Eli?

Give me more names, all that you know of.

Where did you find them ?

>>1724951
Its first a crime tomorrow.
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>>1724954
Then we grab her at midnight.
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>>1724954
the whorehouses have already been boarded up, whoring's illegal since this morning
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no really yer dad right mate?
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>>1724951
>Whoring is a crime in these lands and an affront to the Gods. Either speak the truth or your sister will be imprisoned.
"She ain't doing it for the love of whorin milord, I swear it. I know it ain't my place but there ain't no work milord. Can't even go into the forests to gather wood without fear of the Moon Swallows. We just doin what we needs to survive. I ain't speakin nothing but the truth milord, I swear it. I coulda lied bout my sister but I didn't. Please she didn't have a thing to do wit dis."

>>1724954
>Who is Eli?
"One of the veterans still left over from the Earp. He's Marston's second."

>Give me more names, all that you know of.
"I didn't see anymore of 'em milord, theys are were masks or helmets."

>Where did you find them ?
"Out in the woods to the west of the Whitestone, where the Lord Badics lands are."

"That's about where the Moon Swallows attacked us," Cador says.

"Last place we spotted Moon Swallows, aye."

>>1724947
>Give me your version of the events then Wat.

"Fookin finally someone willin to listen. Looks, we been out on patrol last week, went 'bout as far as milord's stretch of river goes. We make camp, decide to wait til morn to come back."

"That isn't right," you say with a frown, "Marston reported that he was by the mines to the north. Spoke with the Foreman and Captain Asher."

"Ain't never even went that way milord, I swear it. Can't read a letter, but I know me forests, we went west, ain't never seen a spot of silver."

Cador and you exchange a look, "Continue."

"So its night, ya? I wake up, hear something I think. Think it just snow fallin from the trees, decide I need a piss. Go out, half sleepin, and see the five of 'em diggin in some hollow so I holler at 'em and Eli comes up behind me and clobbers me over da head. Still got the bump," he leans forward and points at the large bruised lump on his head, "I wake up in chains behind the rest of the company, Robb sayin I got caught dead dropping maps or some such in the forest by Eli. Ended up here after. Been tryin to tell 'em I'm innocent but they won't listen, just throw me down here for startin fights. Thought I was goin' die here."
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>>1725006
The boy speaks the truth, get him out of this disgusting hole and cleaned up. Marston is a traitor and him and his will be put to trial to prove their innocence. The boy is a patsy in all of this. Cmon. Investigate further, clean the kid up, don't execute/sentence until you have the facts.
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>>1725006
Could you find the hollow again if you were freed?
What we the masks and helmets like?
Ask him his sums and such, see how quickly he can do them. It'll help us see if he's BSing us.
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>>1725006
Has Marston and his men left the keep yet?
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>>1725006
Time to bring Eli andw Marston into questioning
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>>1725006
Can we find his sister?
Let's check him out before we make accusations. We have had a traitor for a long time. A few more hours won't hurt
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>>1725017
>Could you find the hollow again if you were freed?
"I'm a fair tracker milord. Snows still fresh, unless it been snowing heavy the past few days. Could probably find it, aye."

>What we the masks and helmets like?
"Black, iron? I don't know milord I barely gots a look at 'em."

>Ask him his sums and such, see how quickly he can do them.
"If Jon has 6 apples, and Jeyne has 8 apples, how many apples do they have all together?" Cador asks.

The boy simply stares at him, "Uh... 12?"

Cador looks at you and rolls his eyes.

"Was that right?"

>>1725020
>Has Marston and his men left the keep yet?

"They left this morning," you say, "Before first light with the elders from the goat village. They were heading north towards the mines first. Or so they told me."

"Did he ever file a report?" Cador asks.

"I'm sure he did, Maffew likely has it," you say, entirely unsure of what truth was at this point.

Cador pulls you aside from the pit and whispers, "This is too elaborate a lie for a common-born boy."

"Wait! 17! That's the answer right!"

Cador rolls his eyes and continues, "If he is telling the truth than some of the veterans from your Scouts may be the traitors. Old Earp holdouts. It could be this Eli or..."

"It could be Marston," you say, casting eyes upon the floor, "I trusted him."

"Trust is easily broken by men with loyalties elsewhere Landon. You know this," he replies, "Look we need to do something about this, yes? If Marston or his Scouts are the traitors they have hostages, hours ahead of us, and a better understanding of the land than of your other men. And they could be heading for the Mine where they'd be welcomed with open arms by your Captain Asher."

You look to the hole and the boy is still screwing up his face attempting to figure the sum, but he looks up hopeful all the same.

What to do with Wat?
>Pull him out of the hole and get him cleaned up, he's innocent.
>Find his sister and attempt to verify anything he's said.
>Leave him to rot

What to do about Marston's Irregulars and the possible traitors?
>Go after them immediately
>Wait until you have more evidence, (i.e. check the hollow) surely a traitor who has been playing the game this long wouldn't be so bold as to risk it all now
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>>1725102
>>Find his sister and attempt to verify anything he's said.
Pulling him out would flag any other people aligned with our enemies.

>Wait until you have more evidence, (i.e. check the hollow) surely a traitor who has been playing the game this long wouldn't be so bold as to risk it all now
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>>1725102
>Leave him to rot

Intill the matter is settled. Dont want him to run off. Tell him he will be freed after we have dealt with this

>Go after them immediately
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>>1723904
Agility 4
Animal Handling 3 Ride 1B
Athletics 4
Awareness 3
Cunning 3 – Logic 1B
Endurance 3
Fighting 6 – Axes 2B
Marksmanship 4
Persuasion 3 – Intimidate 1B, Charm 1B, Convince 1B
Status 5 -Stewardship 3B,
Stealth 3
Warfare 3 – Strategy 1B
Will 4

That ignores his absurd set of combat benefits. Axes are also stronger than long blades in general. Bordain was literally one of the strongest fighters in westeros, with his absurd thoughness he can shrug off direct hits from catapult. His sheer defensiveness means that very few can even damage him, with basically only the Mountain being able to reliably win against him. Landon would get squished.
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>>1725102
>>Leave him to rot
Let him know if everything cheeks out we will free him.
>>Go after them immediately
Seems to be what Landon would do.
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>>1725102

>>Find his sister and attempt to verify anything he's said.

>>Wait until you have more evidence, (i.e. check the hollow) surely a traitor who has been playing the game this long wouldn't be so bold as to risk it all now
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>>1725102
>>Leave him to rot
As others said, tell Wat that we will free him after this is all cleared up.
>>Go after them immediately
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>>1725102
>>Find his sister and attempt to verify anything he's said.

>>Wait until you have more evidence, (i.e. check the hollow) surely a traitor who has been playing the game this long wouldn't be so bold as to risk it all now
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>>1725102
>>Pull him out of the hole and get him cleaned up, he's innocent.
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>>1725102
>Leave him to rot
>Go after immediately
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>>1725102
>Pull him out of the hole and get him cleaned up, he's innocent.
However, move him into a separate cell, assure him its so Eli doesn't realise he's believed. Basically keep him out of sight.

>Wait until you have more evidence
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Alright, I'm going to call it here.

Unfortunately, I have to run and do an errand. And probably get dinner with a friend. So I'm going to have to end here for now. I might do a few more updates later tonight but I wouldn't hold your breath over it.

When I get home. Probably ~10PM EST I will make a twitter and post it here and give you guys a rough idea of when the next thread is.

Thank you all for playing today, hope you enjoyed. Sorry I had to disappear like this.
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>>1725102
>Leave him too rot
>Go after them immediately
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>tfw no cute pious qt3.14 wife to bear Landon heirs and children and help mend his broken heart
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>>1725373
>Landon ends up marrying a total harlot who hates his extreme piety and do everything she can to undermine him
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>>1725373
Literally Waynwood's daughter, we just have to make sure to train before the tourney so we're in top shape for the Melee.
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>>1725388
We are on par with peak Jaime Lannister, we NEED to find our ancestral sword - or craft one.
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>>1725406
We don't have one, he was lying.
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>>1725412
PROVE IT
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>>1725414
He lost his trial by combat. The gods proved his deceit.
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>>1725414
He lost the duel. If any of his bullshit was true the Gods would have defended him. Stop trying to make us doubt the Gods judgement.
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>>1725422

>>1725422
I am speaking OOC, we need a epic holy sword anointed in holy oil crafted especially for us with a Star pommel.

Don't be such an insufferable faggot, the 7 dont even seem exist OOC and we very well could have an ancestral sword out there in some form in some WAY SOMEHOW.
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If we want too, we can try to go full conversion one one of our brothers and have him go on a holy crusade to old valyria to get us a sword
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>>1725422
phsst, tell that to tyrion, and we've done enough of these fights to know that's bullshit, faithful or not.
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>>1725406
Jamie has better stats than us, but he is also a heretical sinner cursed by the Seven
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>>1725457
We 100% believe it though, just read what we think to ourself and said when we we're doing the trial.

>>1725451
We're playing a religious zealot to him they are real and your being a faggot by acting like we should just ignore our faith because it might benefit us by giving us a good sword. Either play the character or fuck off.
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>>1725470
My reasoning is that while he was that while the seven showed him to be a liar and guilty, that doesn't mean the sword that pommel came from might not exist. For all we know it was stolen years or even decades ago and he might have found it and thought the pommel could be his ticket into the good life. It's worth at least looking into. For the sake or our family honor, no stone must be left untouched, and the truth must be proven without doubt.
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>>1725456
That... actually sounds like a crazy and cool idea anon.

>>1725485
my thoughts too
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>>1725485
Dude, our house is less than a century old, the founder was probably just some commoner that proved good with numbers. The guy was at Strongsong with the same story and pommel. Dude probably kept it when his shitty wrought iron sword broke
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>>1725485
Houses don't forget having one of their members being a leader of a knightly order when your peasants. Our dad would have told us about it growing up since it would have been the most important thing to his descendants.
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>>1725539
Could be Ancient, forgotten to time.
>>1725529
No he wasn't, different thing.
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>>1725548
And if its that far back guess what? It doesn't matter.
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>>1725560
>Ancient bronze armor doesn't matter to the house that has it and wears it proudly

Look at this pathetic cuckboy
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>>1725560
It kind of does if it's ours, especially if it's actually rare equipment like a Valerian sword. Besides, there's virtually no harm in having our brother take some time to look into it.
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>>1725579
Yes and The Royces were kings in the Age of Kings and the armor was kept in their household through out modern time with no interruption. Not a one time commander of a knightly order that isn't even dynastic and has been completely lost to history with his descendants never even hear about him. Sure their the exacct same thing.

>>1725597
No way in hell is it going to be Valyrian if it even exists. You'd have better luck going for Earp's Valyrian sword considering we would likely know who took it.
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>>1725102
>Find his sister and attempt to verify anything he's said.
>Go after them immediately
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>>1725548
Unless it was a Valyrian steel sword(in which case, why would someone take the time to unseat the pommel then lose it before they put it back in place?) it's rusted to scrap by now
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I bet it's absolutely nothing. QM just trying to bait us with crazy stories liKe Earp use to with Landon.
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>>1725381
Fuck off and finish the books martin
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Alright, that took longer than I expected. So obviously I won't be running again tonight, sorry about that lads.

I'll be around in the thread for questions and what have you for a few hours if anyone has any. Character stuff, lore stuff, quest stuff. Whatever.
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>>1726054
How is our sister and mother?
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>>1726054
How do you think things are going so far?

Enjoying it ? What were your expectations ?

Do we have any nephews or nieces from our brothers Landon does not know about ?
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>>1726054
How does this quest fit into the /tg/ canon ?
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>>1726081
Leianna is living well with her husband and their two children. She might ask Landon to someday take one on as a squire if her husband can get over his entirely undeserved ego.

Mother is a bit tricky, she wishes she could see her sons more but doesn't wish to return to Whitestone because of the memories and just not being able to deal with her husband's condition. She is getting older though, and the winter has been hard on her.

>>1726129
So far so good. I don't think we've really gone off the tracks yet. Because obviously I'm railroading a little bit, as I think is necessary to get a quest off to a good start. Once things are established I can open up the world a bit more and Landon can get up to whatever shenanigans.

It has been fun. Writing Landon is a unique challenge because I have to watch his tone a lot, how he reacts to things isn't as dynamic as other characters I've written. He doesn't quip or joke much and is very straight faced. Also having to tone down his inferences on another character's reaction to things, such as their emotional state or ticks that would tip other people off makes for a very interesting character to write. He doesn't infer a lot, right now Cador is around to pick up on these things but when he returns home Landon is going to be on his own and might struggle a bit more. Also don't get to do as much humor as I'm used to, like fun small side stories because Landon doesn't notice odd happenings about him as much. There's this great big world occurring around the MC but all he cares for is the single thing he's put in his mind and Faith. It's a unique perspective and I'm glad other people are enjoying it as much as I am. Because I certainly didn't expect them to.

He very well might. Lincoln and Liam have gotten around the docks.

>>1726232
Obviously, I consider Harrock and Bordain canon. Cador Belmore came from Harrock, I even mentioned the rigged Tourney in Grimarbor that resulted in the heir of Strong Song's mild limp at the hands of Lord Royce. Bordain is a bit more toned down, as I believe Iron and Hate went crazy powergame-y too quickly. His band sellsword company still exists however and you might hear about them at some point getting up to some mischief before being recalled home for the Greyjoy Rebellion, but only if Landon talks to the right people. Karban and Malroy are both canon as well but neither has anything to do with the Vale outside of Brynden Malroy's connection to Giselle and Grover Grafton, both of which I plan on including. Blackett and Bracken are loosely canon but neither really got much further than a few threads so it's hard to really do much with either.

And I suppose that's it.
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>>1726377
>She is getting older though, and the winter has been hard on her.

Oh man, once we get our shit we have to buy her a house where she can live comfortable.
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>>1726377
You make the twitter? And when do you think your running next?
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>>1726377
Are you TheFather? Your writing style and general tone is very similar and you used an almost carbon copy of his opening.
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>>1726377
Could you imagine Landon meeting Brynden Malroy in his sellsword persona ?That would be a riot
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>>1726421
At this time Brynden would be an old man with a few kids.
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>>1726424
Its only been 4 years in universe since House Malroy started.
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>>1726377
I'm unfamiliar with Brynden Malroy, is he an mc from another quest you've done? If so, Could I get the name of it?
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>>1726438
That means Lorelei is like 2-3 years old and a second child is on the way for Brynden and Obella
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>>1726465
If Brynden survived the trial in the Reach.
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>>1726487
Ofcourse he did and then he shagged everyones wives in his mind because he is pure and faithful to his wife
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>>1726438
he was right about the few kids

HDW man

unrelated, but we should get some tournament armor eventually
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>>1726397
She'd refuse it, stubborn old woman.

>>1726399
I'm being lazy. I'll make it eventually. And right now I can't say, I think next Monday or Tuesday. Which sucks. My work schedule is kind of erratic.

>>1726421
Oh he'd hate him. Wouldn't even be able to get over Victus' presence to even get to deal with the mess that is Brynden Malroy.

>>1726449
A Song of Revenge and Gold: House Malroy Quest.

>>1726411
I'm really not going to stop getting this question huh? Yeah, I am. My writing style is really that distinctive, didn't expect that. Or maybe its my ridiculous typos... I've been trying to will myself into getting back into Malroy, but every time I come it I just get stuck. That point I left on is horrible and isn't working for me at all.

So I decided to start a new quest. Make some new characters and House gen which I think is fun as hell. Write something completely different from Brynden. And just try to get back into it. I'll admit there was a really long period there where I wasn't even interested in returning to the setting.

I can't promise Malroy will be back. I can say however I don't plan on Grallner being a long lasting thing. I have three distinct story arcs set up to tell the entire tale of our little Knightly House from the Vale. Maybe twenty odd threads or so. After that, hopefully, I can return to Malroy.
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>>1726494
Obella was fine with him bringing people to their bed if they shared them. Its why we should have invited the Redhead flirting with us back to Steadhold.
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>>1726449
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=House%20Malroy

one of the best GoT quests, sadly we haven't gotten a conclusion
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>>1726503
I was worried you we're just going to drop this after three threads for Malroy good to hear Landon is getting a full run.
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>>1726503
I fucking new it! It was the writing style that tipped me off. Also looking at the google doc character sheet is a carbon copy.

Dont worry Dad i will pretend it isnt you if that is what you want
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>>1726503
Yep. But is great to see ya back even if it aint with Brynden ya know?
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>>1726503
Also take all the time you need to return ya know? Just not hearing anything at all gets a bit worrying as your quest was very entertainning and fun to participate in eveb with all the shbitposting and such and this was really fun to be in as well.
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>Landon ends up marrying Giselle and she finally gets her happy ending
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>>1726577
>Marrying the daughter of a traitorous house
No traitors.
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>>1726577
>wanting a slattern that lusts after some sellsword-turn-lord
for shame anon. We'll marry a virtuous Andal qt that'll pray with us

or an Iron islands war bride
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>>1726510
You've all been very kind with the compliments throughout this thread and the last. It is frankly humbling to see so many people having enjoyed my GoT quests. So thank you.

>>1726513
I don't think I could at this point. Landon is like Dontos to the tenth power, and I loved writing early Dontos as a foil for Brynden. So this is me getting to explore the full nature of a Faithful MC with a strong martial bent. So far, I'm loving him. And getting to do his little PTSD-ish flashbacks are a great way to explore a character with a very complex and fucked up backstory.

>>1726514
I really tried to pull back on the longwindedness and some of my -isms but I guess people just got too used to be style. Haha You don't have to pretend though. The QM name doesn't matter because each is representative of the MC and what he aims to achieve in each quest. But yes, most of you know me as The Father so that's fine.

>>1726542
It isn't something I could rush even I wished to. Doing Mason stuff was good to get me back in the GoT mood but when I came back to Brynden I just felt lost. I didn't know the character anymore, or where to take him. I have a hundred and one threads that I'd need to relearn because honest to god even I've forgotten half the shit I wrote and I keep incredibly extensive notes. It is all very daunting and I worry that given the extended hiatus people coming back would just be confused if I brought up something like Lady Sareya Vollion representing House Malroy in Braavos as a middlewoman to the Iron Bank so we can freeze Royce Redward's assets, i.e. the dragon egg. It is absolute insanity a number of characters and things I have unresolved in Malroy and to cut it all back to make it more manageable would make me feel like I'm gutting what made it the Quest it is. So... Yeah. Here's hoping.

>>1726577
Giselle is married to a Sisterman Lord right now. I thought about retconning it and having her as marriage option, but she wouldn't mesh well with Landon whatsoever and would constantly be comparing him to Brynden. And it would just be a very unhappy marriage overall. I want Landon to find someone that fulfills his duties, while still bringing him joy in a unique way he didn't think he'd ever get to experience.
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>>1726638
> I thought about retconning it and having her as marriage option, but she wouldn't mesh well with Landon whatsoever and would constantly be comparing him to Brynden. And it would just be a very unhappy marriage overall

B-but muh need for suffering
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>>1726638
Nah I knew who she was but then again most people would need to go re-read Malroy again. I know I would even if to just reaquaint myself with all the little stuff you drop throughout a thread.
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>>1726503

The writing style is incredibly obvious. And take your time on returning.
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>>1726577
>Giselle goes from potentially marrying a semi important yet charming and outrageous banner lord of the crow lands to a literally who from butt fuck rural crow lands who has a stick up his ass

Giselle....Giselle had a hard life
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>>1726728
We aren't a literal who, at least for everyone in the vale
Outside of the vale were a backwater who gives a fuck annoited knight
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>>1726728
>Her husband has to hear her constantly gush over Brynden
>Gets constantly compared to Brynden and found wanting
>She will also go full "Let me tell you about the Dornish"
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I just want to say that i find it refreshing to play a unpragmatic character.

I think that might have been one of the mistakes for Brynden. He became too pragmatic and that can be really boring to write.
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>>1727157
yeah we are, save for our terrible rep in the local area
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Fantastic Quest, the first thread got my interest but this one hooked me. Great writing fun characters and the building up from nothing feel love it. Thanks Warrior for all the effort put into your quests, I look forward to the rest of Landon's story.
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>>1727167
I'd agree with that. When the answer becomes obvious, do you even bother asking the question to the player base?

I think that in that faced Bryden, the pragmatic/logical choice was also, if not morally right, morally acceptable.

In real life, always opting for the pragmatic path can easily push one to become a well-intentioned utilitarian extremist. A character whom some others would see as callous or even villainous.
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>>1727167
this, pragmatism is becoming one of my three personal banes
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If nothing else I would say he became it too fast. It took him what? 1 or 2 years to almost completely 180 his personality. Some anons were in a hurry to quit the sellsword and become a "proper" lord
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>>1727264
The biggest problem is that anon always need to "win" and make the right choice in the situation no matter if the character would do it or not.
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>>1726377
>Bordain is a bit more toned down.
You forgot that at some point we've created two vassals, one being 'reformed' mountain clans. By then they each would be strong enough to make waves of their own, the Painted Dogs even more so as they could unite the tribes under their banner.

You've also ran the House creation for the westerland house didn't you? The one with the silver mine and the tower holding? I would have sworn you did the house creation for the riverland; taking over the Mudd holding.
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Can't stop humming the Rains of Castamere.
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>>1727929
You have been invited to a wedding?
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Just posting this so we can compare Landon and Brynden
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Father/Warrior. Will you make a new twitter or use the old one?
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>>1727481
>You forgot that at some point we've created two vassals
Yeah... I'm not really sure how to deal with all of that. It would be almost impossible to deal with the complete canon of Bordain. I love Page to death but Iron & Hate is just too much. We'll just go with references to Bordain, and not much else.

>You've also ran the House creation for the westerland house didn't you?
NO!
Yes.
I still have the House Cosgrove stuff sitting around but I did that mostly for the fun of it. I was kind of hoping someone else would pick up doing a GoT quest. But alas, here we are. I don't actually remember a Riverlands House by the old Mudd holdings. So that wasn't me.

>>1727157
I like to think that Landon is known in far more circles than he actually thinks he is, at least by Valemen. Winning the Melee in Grimarbor a couple years back was a big deal. His role in the Taking of Gulltown was a big deal. His dealing with Lord Emmerst Earp, who was not a popular man in this area of the Vale, is an incredibly well-known story. Though Landon isn't entirely sure how that one got out and became so widespread.

But yeah regarding all of Westeros you'd be lucky if some of the border Houses from the Riverlands even know his name. New House, small House, irrelevant on the bigger stage.

>>1727264
I'd say there is some parts of the sellsword still in Brynden. How he handles his House is very Lordly. But how he handles warfare, gathering information, trade, and people, in general, has a different vibe. That and he's drinking about 90% of the time. I guess it's just how he focuses the sellsword side of his personality. Having Obella around and something 'steady' is probably where a lot of people see that he isn't so much the sellsword anymore because of his lack of wanton sexual exploits. He's still an angry revenge driven son of a bitch, just has more layers to his personality now. It's complicated.
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>>1728819
Speaking of Obella. Wouldnt she be heavy with her second child/recently given birth by now ?

Could you shred some light what has been going on with them atleast in this time line ?

Will you be using your old twitter or make a new one ?

Since we took part in the fighting at Gulltown. Does that mean Giselle will have a chip on her shoulder against us ?
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Resentful iron islander bride that slowly grows to love Landon when?
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>>1728913
That depends. Does she convert to the Seven ?
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>>1728919
yes after consensual sex in the missionary position for the sole purpose of procreating on our wedding night
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>>1728932
Now now anon. It is okay to have sex for other reason than procreating. Remember it is a husband's duty to take care of his wife when she need intimacy, lest she grows weak and betray her wedding vows. Likewise it her duty to do the same for her husband if he desire it at such.
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>>1728932
>>1728939
>She converts after we fuck her senseless for a week solid.
>She figures if we're that virile our gods had to be doing SOMETHING.



Seriously though I think we can win the melee and maybe even the joust with some luck.
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>>1728939
heretic

50 lashes, then off to the Wall for you
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>>1728947
I can see that. Landon is almost as good as Brynden in melee and Brynden did well in his. I think we can give a performance atleast.
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>>1728957
Anon the mother would want us to have many children and for our marriage to be a happy one
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>>1728947
Melee we have a pretty good shot if we can get some better equipment, tourney no way since we have no dice in animal handling, spears, or tourney knight.

>>1728979
With a pious Andal woman from a good family.
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>>1728962
he actually ahs better stats than brynden

Brynden is fighting 4 Long blades 3
Landon is fighting 5 long blades 3 and has Blood of the Andals too boot. Not counting his shield skills.

That said Brynden would spank Landon in archery super hard.
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>>1728962
>Almost as good

I'm fairly sure our melee ability is better than Brynden's though I'm unsure of what stats actually count towards melee. Brynden has us beat with jousting though.
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>>1728987
shit spears though, and animal handling. No way we can win the joust.

know what we can win?
her heart
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>>1728987
>That said Brynden would spank Landon in archery super hard.

Brynden can beat Summer Islanders. Aint no way we will ever get there.

>>1729007
We must learn to write so we can write poetry and share it with our maiden of choice!
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>>1728998
Fighting and long blades in our case. We also have Blood of the Andals that lets us reroll a die if we wish and add two more dice into a fighting roll too.

We're great at melee, kinda shit at archery or jousting.
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>>1729007
We pretty much have two ways of winning overall. Win the Melee and hope she picks something to test a man's faith due to her piousness, or win the Melee and court her super hard and well beforehand so gives us a challenge we can't lose or just picks us.
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>>1729007
Depends on the ones who are entering the tournament. If we win the melee and her heart with someone winning the joust and marksmanship parts separately then we can still win her hand. Perhaps we hone our marksmanship since it's less stats to level up.

Though I'm not sure what Landon thinks about archery since it's killing at a distance and could be seen as weak or unfair/dishonorable.
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>>1729030
Or we can do our best and hope for the best!

And realise that there are probably other ladies we can court.
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>>1729037
Think we are better off learning to joust like a proper knight.
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>>1729037
It's also how people hunt to eat, so I am sure he'd be fine learning it, just not using it on people. (unless they are honorless whoresons)
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>>1729040
Thing is she is literally the best possible marriage we can get considering how powerful her family is in the Vale. Alongside being super pious and beautiful.
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>>1729066
but we need to help save a heathen soul through hot lawful dickings
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>>1729066
This. We have to learn to either joust or do archery since I'm positive we have Melee in the bag since our ability in it is so high.
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>>1729076
>Blond haired Ironborn
>Ironborn willing to give up the old way for a Greenlander religion
>Diluting our precious pure Andal blood
Sure keep tell yourself that.

>>1729080
Our biggest challenge is going to be Lyn since he should be equal to us with a Valyrian steel sword. So we need to get even better at longswords to counter it.
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>>1729089
There is a year till the name day so we have plenty of time to get that and our jousting abilites increased,
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Hey Dad can we get a banner of the Seven Pointed Star to take into battle with us?

>>1729109
Considering the competition we're going to face in the joust I don't think a year is enough time to be able to get to their skill level.
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>>1729114
Faith and training shall carry us through.

>>1729076
>We get a pious Summer Islander who has converted
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>>1729132
I wouldn't mind a nice myrish swamp
>>1729114
probably have to get to a certain level of title given by the faith first
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>>1728913
Yknow the more I look at this option the more questions I have

Did Landon pay the Iron price?
Was there rape?
Was she a hostage or a sacrifice by some minor iron lord?
What spiritual bullshit did Landon put her through?
What level of DEUS VULT was Landon at at the time?
Did Landon butcher her island for being a punch of savage pagans?
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>tfw Brynden and Obella both despoil our virtuous and pure Andal maiden. In a passionate and wicked three act
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>>1728881
>Speaking of Obella. Wouldnt she be heavy with her second child/recently given birth by now ?
I couldn't spoil that.

>Could you shred some light what has been going on with them atleast in this time line ?
Since they're both my quests they are in the same timeline. Sooo can't spoil that. Again. Landon's horse is from a Hayford Knight that couldn't ransom back his horse and armor. If you remember House Hayford did business with House Malroy to get their own breeding stock of horses. So obviously the Hayford horses are doing well.

>Will you be using your old twitter or make a new one ?
Yeah, I'm going to just go ahead and use my old twitter. Might as well.

https://twitter.com/RevengeGoldQM

I'll update it later with the new information and I'll let you guys know when the next thread will be.

My work schedule isn't any less crazy than before but it has dropped back a few notches. I'll let you guys know what's happening as soon as I know it.

I'm wondering if I should create an official discord for the quests or not. Just bouncing the idea around my head.

>Since we took part in the fighting at Gulltown. Does that mean Giselle will have a chip on her shoulder against us ?
Well, Landon didn't kill her father. But he did do his part in thinning out the Grafton Knights. Grover took a wound from him during the affair. So they're both aware of who he is and are not fans.

>>1728987
I think depending on rolls it could go either way. Brynden has better equipment and can fight in various styles and has better maneuverability. But Landon is a defensive monster, if he invested more in his combat defense abilities and equipment Brynden would have some serious trouble dealing with him.

>>1729037
Landon has no opinion on the skill. Just never been particularly good at it or had a reason to learn it.

>>1729089
That's implying Lyn Corbray was invited. Landon will get a smattering of an idea of who was and wasn't invited to the Tourney as to determine what sort of field he'll be up against. At least one person will be wielding a Valyrian Steel weapon.

>>1729114
That's pretty typical of Landon's army, his banner, the silver star of the Faith and previously the Earp banner. His shield also has the star of the Faith upon it, rather than his own coat of arms.

Which reminds me. So the coat of arms/banner thing came up last thread and it had me thinking. Would people be fine with the OP image and pic related as the House banner. And then the same banner but with a silver border to represent Landon's faith surrounding him, as Landon's personal coat of arms?

>>1729174
>probably have to get to a certain level of title given by the faith first

I'm actually trying to figure out some rewards for this. I mean it is the Faith, so of course your Faith is its own reward. But there at least be something for Landon to have, something tangible. I haven't decided what yet though, wouldn't mind some ideas.

>all this iron island war bride talk
Immoral heretics.
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>>1729424
>That's implying Lyn Corbray was invited.
Lyn's the kind of guy to just show up anyway.
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>>1729424
For reward ideas, the faith could give us a lump sum of money or a certain amount of money a month, some artifacts the faith might have like Baelor's Seven pointed Star with some bonus modifiers for us, the ability to use some of the holy orders if they ever come back, help finance a great cathedral on our lands, better opinions on trials by the faith.
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>>1729424
>>1729451
It would be neat if we could see how dubious the Faith's blessings are. A bit of a shame it's the only one without any obviously magical abilities.
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>>1729467
I feel like the Faith's magic is much more subtle than the rest and is working behind the scenes.
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>>1729475
What if the Faith's magic was in luck or waifus?
I'm curious to know where all these religions got their tenets or foundations from, especially the Faith's if it's as subtle as it is.
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>>1729424
Don't do the discord thing, quests tend to devolve into cliques when it does
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