Welcome everyone!This quest follows House Boggs, a small Knightly House of Crackclaw Point. We are currently at the end of the Year 283, at the concluding moments of Robert's Rebellion. You’re playing as Ser Cormaic Boggs, Knight of the Boggwood. You’re a 19-year-old Knight with an emphasis on unconventional and cunning strategies and the leader of a band of guerilla archers known as the Sparrowhawks. You are the Head of your Household, though your small house holds little power and influence itself. Last thread, you gained a powerful sponsor in Lord Varys, acquired a villa on the outskirts of King's Landing, knighted a fat kid, and sowed the seeds of an alliance.House resources and character sheets can be found here: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1C1EKKAiDasK3Rgq_UEjGL39i3XkFtbdUI try to make a point of sending a tweet out when resuming here: https://twitter.com/CormaicB
I should have the first story post of the night up at 8:30pm EST. Until then, can I get 1d6 (Bo3) for your Influence gain from your entrance upon the political sphere in King's Landing and knighting the second son of Lord Plumm in front of all of those Westerlanders?
Rolled 5 (1d6)>>3826476
Rolled 2 (1d6)>>3826468I can do it
Rolled 6 (1d6)>>3826476
>>3826568Haha! Fun is in my name!
>>3826477>>3826556>>3826568>Gained 6 Influence! Nice Save!You awake the next morning with a fuller bed than usual and find to your consternation that both of your companions from the night before are wrapped around you in a way that prevents you from moving without waking them. Having little else to do anyway, you wait a while for them to awake. Atia stirs first and doesn’t share your courtesy, promptly rising to seek out the privy, an inconvenient side effect of her pregnancy that causes Lady Maeve to also wake. An awkward silence ensues. Despite her forwardness in proposing her political ambitions, she is still a product of her upbringing, and yesterday’s events are in direct contradiction to most of the values she has no doubt been taught to uphold. The one advantage to the various complications that have entered your life over the past few months is that you’ve found yourself more in tune with your surroundings than every before. You’ve always been a natural at such, but you’ve never really had to worry too much about assassins and mummers leaping from the shadows or, even worse, having to read the emotions of noblewomen. Realizing your new ally is probably feeling embarrassed, you opt to speak first to break the ice. “Lady Maeve, I trust you… slept well?” Smooth.“As much as I could have, Ser Cormaic,” she responds neutrally without breaking from her ceiling gazing.You try a different tact, “I understand this isn’t exactly a situation you’ve ever expected to find yourself in. Bedding a man, and a woman I suppose, that you hardly know.”She rolls over to face you, still clutching the sheets with a blush as she regards you with her cool blue eyes, “I do know you, Ser, though I admit these circumstances were hardly a childhood dream. Though this has gone better than expected.”“I’m glad for that, at least. And you say you know me, my Lady, but I can’t say the same about you,” you say with some curiosity.She rolls her eyes, “I can’t say I’m surprised. We’ve met several times now at tournaments and festivals throughout our homeland. Ciara and I have been friends for a decade… why do you think she and I were so friendly at the tournament?”“This would’ve been years ago then, yes? I assume before you… matured? I haven’t been to such events in probably three or four years.” Thinking on it, you do vaguely remember a diminutive brown-haired girl following around your more spirited sister, but that was before you were too interested in girls and certainly before she developed such a figure.
>>3826592“Indeed. Happier times,” she says wistfully, “Ciara and I used to talk of her marrying one of my brothers… or of you marrying me. In fact, I think our mothers were discussing something of the sort involving Ciara and one of my brothers. Lady Shona was convinced your father would go along with it. I think it was more likely that I was to marry Ser Bronson Brune. Lord Eustace’s second son. He squired for my father before earning his knighthood and then stayed on as a retainer afterwards.”“What happened there?” You already know the fate of her brothers, but this is the first you’ve heard of any betrothals regarding anyone. “He fell with the rest,” she says sadly, but then smiles, “but that was never going to work out. I’m surprised you didn’t hear the rumors. Ser Bronson sired two baseborn girls with one of our servants, a sweet girl named Melony. The two were madly in love and it truly looked as if Ser Bronson was ready to defy his own Lord father and wed her without his consent. So scandalous and yet so romantic. But obviously it would have reflected poorly on myself and my family if such a betrothal was to proceed after his complete lack of shame or discretion. It’s possible you may have been considered after all. The two of you were of relatively equal standing and you at least had no scandalous rumors circling you at the time other than that you had an ill look about you.”“Hmm. A rumor I’m all too familiar with. Still, your plotting with my sister does explain your willingness to approach me at all… your mother. What of her? You hadn’t mentioned her until now. It’s not as if she was at the Trident,” you say with barely disguised worry.“My mother? The Lady Amelia Pyne? Oh, yes. She’s just fine. She’s still grieving at Pynewatch, but she’s found some solace in knowing I’m serious about keeping our legacy alive,” she says casually.“No. Wait. You said she and my mother are friends. And she went along with this plan of yours? No,” you try to say it lightly. This is a jest. That’s all.“Why would my mother ever agree to my plan? She thinks I’m here to seek out a betrothal and bend the knee, nothing more,” she says with amusement, “to be honest, I’m not sure she will even be wroth with me at all. I’m her youngest and only daughter. I can do no wrong in her eyes, especially not now. You on the other hand…”“I’m fucked,” you summarize.“In more ways than one, it would seem,” she giggles for the first time since you’ve met her before getting out of the bed to go find her clothes. You’re torn between admiring the view and suffocating yourself with a pillow to get this over with. You end up settling on the former, if only because there are worse last sights.
>>3826633She leaves to break her fast a few minutes before Atia returns from the kitchens still wearing nothing but your Frey robe, only now with sweet bread hanging from her mouth. She must’ve given your kitchen staff a shock in that state of dress. “What has Maeve in such a good mood, husband? You two weren’t doing anything without me, were you?”You give her a summary on everything you just learned, and she ends up cackling by the end, causing you to deflate further. “You ARE fucked, Cormaic. Even I can’t save you from your mother, let alone two of her. Oh, this is too much! I must go find Tyrra. She will love this. Ciara was looking for you. Something about a boy. Whatever she did with this boy wasn’t my doing, I swear it.” She leaves to go find her own sister to gossip about your imminent doom. Though you suppose there are worse people to tell of threats to your person than a bodyguard.Ciara and Lady Maeve are both at your high table talking and eating together by the time you finally dress yourself and skulk across the villa to break your own fast. Your sister looks over to you with narrowed eyes. “Brother. What was it you were saying yesterday about self-control? Mother is going to geld you.”“Your friend was on top, that makes it her fault,” you grunt to both of their blushes, “what did you want to talk to me about?”“Ser Anders will be calling on me today,” she says airily, “I wanted to know what your plans are for that.”“He said nothing of the sort yesterday. What makes you so sure?”“Oh, he will. I’m definitely his type,” she says confidently, “Maeve has already agreed to accompany me as my chaperone. We have a lot to catch up on anyway.”“I know you’re supposed to have a female chaperone present for this… courtship routine you’re set on, but is she really the best role model in that sense? How do I know she won’t allow you to continue where you left off the last time you were together? You’ll remember I caught you,” you point out.“Ser Cormaic, I am still a Lady. I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize Lady Ciara’s position or honor,” Lady Maeve says with false innocence and a slight fluttering of her eyes.>Damn, your intrigue defense is high.“That won’t work on me,” you say flatly, “I can see right through it.” She throws on a pout, but she doesn’t contest it either. “I have no issues with Lady Maeve going with you. She is our guest and may do as she pleases. However, I want someone who will fulfill their duties present. That means me or Tyrra. I don’t care who.”Who does Ciara choose to accompany her?>You>Tyrra
>>3826698>>You>>Alright let me just get my gelding axe....
>>3826698>You are cunning let Ciara do whatever she wants, that way if she gets pregnant you can at least redirect wrath of your own mother
>>3826706>>3826708>>3826716>>3826723>>3826735Calling and writing. Also, I just transferred over Ser Anders Hill's character sheet. You can find it on the google drive link in the OP. I'll still need to fix the formatting that got left behind when I transferred it over. Joebreezy, the QM from House Reynold Quest, came up with him and made his character sheet. As you can see, there are some very interesting contrasts here. I'm looking forward to seeing how you all handle things.
>YouYour sister stares at you with her narrowed bright blue eyes while Lady Maeve looks on with amusement as she plays with her food. “This is some sort of ploy,” she finally announces.“No. It’s a simple question. I really don’t c---”“You! I’ll take you, not Tyrra,” she says suddenly, “you wanted me to pick Tyrra myself so that you would be absolved of any harm she does to Anders. And you didn’t hurt him yesterday, so you are the safer option.”You just stare at her smug, triumphant expression with your mouth ajar. What the fuck? “Right. I’m going to get started on the ale now then,” you finally say before reaching for a flagon. Sure enough, she was right. The young Ser Anders shows up alone on a horse at midday. He’s wearing his freshly polished full plate and looks freshly washed and trimmed with his short brown hair and clean-shaven face. You must admit, he has manners if nothing else. He sinks to a knee and goes through the motions of formerly asking for the opportunity to court Ciara, to her and Lady Maeve’s giggles and whispers from the shade of the courtyard. The Sparrowhawks that are present are amused as well. They are far from a formal bunch outside of battle. Just as well, your intentions towards him are more of the infantry variety. “Rise. You may court my sister, Ser. Very nice of you to do this properly today,” you say with a smirk,” what are your intentions for us today?”“Us, Ser?” “Lady Maeve and I will be accompanying you at Lady Ciara’s request,” you say with all of the formality you can manage, “is that not what is expected?”“Of course, Ser,” he straightens, “in which case, may I suggest we…”>Go hawking>Simply go for a ride around the countryside via the Rosby road>Head into the city to watch a performance>Other
>>3826776>>Go hawkingI like the thought of him trying to get on our good side
>>3826776>Simply go for a ride around the countryside via the Rosby roadI will have to make a pun if he goes hawking.
>>3826784>>3826788>>3826792Looks like we are hawking. Pic related for Lady Maeve.
>>3826828I am surprised he is only 15. but I guess thats the correct age for squires and such.Any reason we don't yet have a Tyrra sheet yet?
>>3826828I'm kinda mad now that she wasn't an option in the waifu bowl, and I voted for Atia.
>Hawking“That will be fine. Although I doubt my Lady wife will care to attend. For the better, perhaps,” you say.Ser Anders glances over to Lady Maeve. Ah. He’s never actually met your wife before. She’s still somewhere with Tyrra and Esmeralda, but already said she wasn’t interested in doing anything involving horses in her current state. Lady Maeve seems to come to a similar conclusion.“Oh? I would not seek to dissuade Lady Maeve from joining us. Perhaps we could simply go for a ride instead,” he tries to suggest.“Not to worry, dear husband, I would simply adore a good hawking trip,” Lady Maeve says to the surprise of both you and Ciara, “the prey here must be sparser, which may even make it a worthy challenge. I brought three hawks with me. Only… Ser Anders, you don’t have your own with you?”“I fear not, my Lady. It would be a short trip to retrieve him though,” he says apologetically.“She’s… Don’t bother. I’ll be my own hawk,” you say, “damn things are afraid of me anyhow.” You and the Ladies excuse yourselves. You head off to grab your bow while they change into suitable attire for the excursion. You find Atia lounging in your chambers when you head back for your bow. You also slip on your basilisk leather just for good measure. “Ser Anders is here. It seems we are all going hawking. And it also seems the poor boy has been led to believe that Lady Maeve is my wife.”She giggles, “well I will have to surprise him later then. But hawking? How barbaric. I’ll stay here and avoid all of the horse riding.”You head back out and meet up with the other three members of your party, the two Ladies having changed into riding attire. Lady Maeve is showing Ciara how to hold a hawk as Ser Anders looks on. You suppose it makes sense. Her house is known for their fur trade and she seemed particularly comfortable riding a horse. Her guards remain behind, but the crossbow slung from her saddle isn’t exactly subtle. You’ve been meaning to ask about all of that. You’re of the opinion that crossbows are a bloody hindrance on your rainy peninsula, and yet she seems to prefer them. That said, you’d also like to talk to Ser Anders and find out a little more about his father’s house if nothing else.Who will you talk to? (not including Ciara because why would you?)>Anders>Maeve
>>3826883I’d say Ser Andrés only so we understand him and understand more so what he brings
>>3826862Guys as a general point are you all interested in trying to set up skirmishers before our wedding?I think we could manage it if we vote wealth and convert that way. I imagine setting up a wedding and a tournament to go along with it, while also waiting for our wife to give birth and then be able to travel will give us ample time to settle our accounts. I've no idea how many months Atia is pregnant. But I can only imagine both of our projects should be done by the time we set up for the wedding and such things. But aside from that, narratively I don't see why we couldn't get more units. But mechanically we just don't have space for another unit till the grand tower is finished. Technically we don't have space for all our current units.>>3826883>>Anders
>>3826857Yeah, it's at the absolute youngest limit for what I could consider worth of a knighthood. It's a character that actually predates my quest though, so it works for me. He'd be the half brother of Lord Tygon Reynold's wife, Lady Andrea Brax.And I just haven't gotten around to toning Tyrra's sheet down to mortal levels. It was a masterpiece of minmax theory crafting before and I'm just not sure I want to toss that in here. >>3826862Lol I actually came up with her when I was fleshing out the other clawmen houses after you'd already gotten betrothed. The character art had been intended for if you ended up having a daughter with brown hair. Then the house colors and general description just sort of clicked with this image. If it's any consolation, it would've been a real bitch to pay back reparations between two affected houses.
>>3826889It's not really a wedding since you're already married. Just a celebration in honor of such with all of the usual guests. But now it's getting wrapped in with your heir instead. Probably later on in the coming year. The hamlet allows you to store 1 unit and the Sparrowhawks are small enough to fit at the villa, so you're good for now. I think you could feasibly pull off founding the unit in month II if the house fortunes go well and you do some minor converting. (It's month XII now, so a little over a month away).
>>3826905mhm I get it, more a celebration of our wedding. And inviting our neighbors and the birth of our child together. Which is in how many months?I really do think It would be wise to try and get trained skirmishers before the celebration. That way when people come into our lands. We have the elite unit we are known for as well as infantry of sorts. We would come across a bit stronger before this supposed alliance. Just throwing out some ideas and seeing if anyone has any better ideas.
>>3826883>AndersI'll be watching you, like a flying fox!
Writing for Anders!>>3826922Hmm. I already know when the birth would be. I think that would be telling . Thinking about it, she said at the beginning of November, fuck it, let's use real people months for a moment, she missed her period by roughly 2 weeks. That would put conception at the start of October, right around the time of your wedding. It's late December right now, so she's at around 11 weeks or so?
>AndersYou don’t want to interrupt the courting, but you also have a house to run and would like to know more about the lad’s father and his thoughts on all of this. So, you decide to ride up next to him as your party sets off north up the Rosby Road and away from the city. Ciara looks a little annoyed with you, but settles in to talking with her friend with no real fuss. “Ser Anders. Forgive me, but I’m not one to mince words. You must be serious to come here the way you did, which I do appreciate, but I’d like to know more about your family situation,” you start.He nods, as if expecting such. “The rumors are true of Clawmen then,” he says with a slight chuckle, “hard men, but fair and straight to the point. Aye, Ser. I spoke with my Lord father. He was pleased that I found someone that was of noble birth, regardless of who. It was probably one of the better times to do so, given my new knighthood. He will be supportive, as he always has, but I must warn you that there is only so much he can do. His wife detests me and what I represent, and he tries not to appear to show me too much favor as a result. My brothers and sister have always been good to me, too. My sister, Lady Andrea, is also the wife of the upcoming Lord of Ember Peak, Ser Tygon Reynold.”“Hmm. And what are your houses known for? What can they produce? Offer in trade?”“Well, House Brax has always been known for their iron mines. We- they produce fine castle forged steel from what they pull from their mines. House Reynold is known more for their ruby mines than anything. And you, Ser?”“My house does well in the harvesting of pearls. We’ve recently taken steps to increase our output as well,” you say, “in truth, I’m not sure how much use I would have for rubies. Perhaps a few to accentuate certain pieces of jewelry if I decide to take us down that route, but that’s it. The same goes for steel. I have little use for it aside from a single bulk purchase or two.” He seems to be discouraged by your words, but you continue. “That isn’t to say that I don’t see potential. It seems I’m most likely going to be wrangled into joining an alliance with my neighbors at some point soon. I would prefer to have more assets to bargain with than what I currently have. Perhaps even facilitating the trade of iron and steel out their way would be enough to suit my needs.”“That’s… a lot to consider, Ser,” he says cautiously, “though I would be glad to be of some use in all of this. I have a question for you as well. Where do you see me in all of this?”>Just a sec while I get the voting prompts together. They won’t fit in this post anyway.
>>3827007In which direction are you looking to push Ser Anders and Ciara?>Leading the infantry. Possibly transitioning to castellan for the inevitably long periods of time where you will be away on other business. Barth would help him until he’s actually ready.>Taking a suitable dowry and finding his own way with Ciara. Perhaps in the Westerlands.>Something else? Such acting as minor nobles in the city, some other take on the above 2 options, etc.This’ll be the overnight vote for tonight. We’ll pick up tomorrow with some actual rolls to see who has bragging rights over hawking. I wanted to get to that, but it's getting late and this is a more important vote to end on with some actual discussion potential. Thanks for playing!
>>3827027>>Leading the infantry. Possibly transitioning to castellan for the inevitably long periods of time where you will be away on other business. Barth would help him until he’s actually ready.Lets be honest this is the only reason we need our sister to be married
>>3827027>Leading the infantry. Possibly transitioning to castellan for the inevitably long periods of time where you will be away on other business. Barth would help him until he’s actually ready.
What were we planning to do with Plumm?
>>3827027>>Leading the infantry. Possibly transitioning to castellan for the inevitably long periods of time where you will be away on other business. Barth would help him until he’s actually ready.
>>3827027>Taking a suitable dowry and finding his own way with Ciara. Perhaps in the Westerlands.Give the lad a chance to make something of himself without us.
>>3827027>Leading the infantry. Possibly transitioning to castellan for the inevitably long periods of time where you will be away on other business. Barth would help him until he’s actually ready.I think we could really use him, and I'd like our family to stay close to us.
>>3827027>>Leading the infantry. Possibly transitioning to castellan for the inevitably long periods of time where you will be away on other business. Barth would help him until he’s actually ready.Like the other anon said, I liike the idea of keeping our family close.
>>3827093He's probably going to tag along with his friend Anders for a bit, so he will swear service to you. Eventually he will need to return to the Westerlands to marry and all of that, but he has a few years before that'll be an issue. Peter Plumm is a book character too. The brothers Plumm happen to be mace wielders and on the larger end of the spectrum, according to Jaime Lannister's perspective.
>>3827374So hes not going to lead our infantry?
>>3827426That would probably be Anders with support from Ser Peter. That's going to be an uphill battle even with it being Ciara's husband. Clawmen aren't big on outsiders, let alone pious Seven worshippers that are seemingly too young for command. Barth may help offset some of that, if he even wants to, and you'll have a few options to play on too. Another option I think I'll give will be to send Ser Peter to Pynewatch instead to act as a sworn... mace? for Lady Maeve. Last thing you need is another one of your neighbors trying to swoop in and marry her to cement a claim if negotiations go south, which is a very real possibility.
>>3827432Oh boy, this quest only gets better
>>3827998Can't wait to see the post for our Influence gain from our entrance in King's Landing
>Leading the infantry. Possibly transitioning to castellan for the inevitably long periods of time where you will be away on other business. Barth would help him until he’s actually ready.“I take you for more of a traditional sort of knight, Ser Anders,” you say thoughtfully, “lucky for you, I find myself very short on your type and have important positions that I need filled. However, you’re young… some would say too young. Just how old are you, Ser?”“Five and ten, Ser,” he says hesitantly. Damn. As impressive as it is that he was able to win a knighthood at fifteen, that really is too young for what you have in mind. Generally, six and ten would be what is considered adulthood. Even Ciara would be a year older than him then. “Six and ten, you say? That’s quite young. Same age as Ciara then, eh?”“No, Ser. I said---” you cut him off with a look. “Yes, six and ten then,” he nods. Good. At least he’s observant. There may be hope for him yet. You’d always heard bastards grew up faster.“Good. Then I would know what exactly you’re looking for yourself,” you say, eying him critically.“In truth, this isn’t what I expected. In a good way,” he adds hurriedly, “I figured I would go on to be a hedge knight or maybe serve in another household. House Jast or maybe House Brax if my father would allow it. I never considered the possibility of courting a woman such as Lady Ciara. I just… had to do something when I saw her in the box. I wasn’t sure she would even talk to me,” he admits.“So, simply put, you have no plan,” you say bluntly, “you can’t take a noblewoman as a wife and turn to the life of a hedge knight. So, you would need to find yourself a position. One with incomes. Do you know how much this noblewomen cost, Ser? My own wife likely owns individual dresses that are worth more than your warhorse and I honestly couldn’t tell you how many she has. Now, Ciara isn’t that bad by half, but you do see my point, yes?”“I… I could talk to my father. See if he could grant me a position that will allow me to bring honor to his house,” he tries, but doesn’t sound too confident.
>>3828044“My advice? Don’t. It’s obvious you seek to impress him. You’re driven to prove yourself and your worth to him.” He nods in confirmation. “Then running to him for help is only going to set you back. You need to show you can stand on your own without his support or he will still see you as a child. A burden.” His face clouds at that word in particular, but you continue. “Prove to him your worth through service elsewhere and maybe one day he will be the one coming to you for help instead. If you were to marry my sister, IF, then I would have need of you. I have a new company of light infantry being raised as we speak. They will need a captain. I’m looking for a Knight Captain. If you could prove yourself in such a role, then perhaps I may have something greater for you yet. This is no easy task,” you warn, “my people will be none too keen on being ordered around by a young outsider. Especially a Seven worshipper.”“A… Seven worshipper? You mean to say your people don’t keep the Faith,” he asks with some alarm.You raise your eyebrows. “Surely, you’ve heard that those of Crackclaw Point keep to the Old Gods, yes? We are the only people south of the Neck that weren’t overrun by the Andals and their gods. Little has changed over the millennia.” “I’ve heard rumors, Ser, but it seemed just a tale. But what of Ciara? Yourself? You are both nobility. You are an Anointed Knight,” he says with worry. You can’t help chuckling, “Lad, if you knew what I believed then I’m not so sure we would even be having this conversation. But that doesn’t matter to me and it shouldn’t to you either. Ciara and I are not the same in that regard and whatever she believes is of no concern to me. Our father was never much for any religion and I suspect Ciara isn’t either. I’m not sure that she even knows much of the Seven. They were mildly interesting to me when I first set out on my own and may be to her as well. She was always the more bookish sort. Our people though, some will be less understanding. Our mother at least keeps to the Old Gods at least more than we do.”“This… is a lot to process,” he admits, “though I’m glad Ciara may be open to learning.”“Aye. Maybe. I don’t know,” you shrug, “not my problem. You want to take her to those pretty septs of yours and kiss the feet of statues then by all means talk her into it. She probably likes you enough to go along with it.” You notice the Ladies are pulling up on either side of you. Done with whatever conversation they were having and seeking your respective attentions. “Think on what I’ve said, Ser Anders, but don’t take too long. The Realm waits for no one,” you say as Lady Maeve pulls up on your right and Ciara pulls up to the left of Anders. >Can I get 5d6 for Awareness (Empathy)?
Rolled 5, 1, 1, 4, 1 = 12 (5d6)>>3828046>the realm waits for no oneWe're quoting Varys now, weww lad
Rolled 1, 5, 1, 5, 5 = 17 (5d6)>>3828046
Rolled 4, 5, 5, 6, 4 = 24 (5d6)>>3828046
>>3828063thank god... these terrible rolls we really about to screw us over. lol
>>3828054>>3828062>>3828063Oh shit that 24. Writing!>>3828059Fun fact, if you're posting on mobile it auto-capitalizes the D in dice. The options field is case sensitive. Dunno if that's the problem you're having or not.
Rolled 1, 5, 5, 4, 3 = 18 (5d6)>>3828059Godamit>>3828069No I made a typo rolling dice earlier putting "dive" in the fill in field, and I just down the down arrow keys and change the numbers around.Same as when I rolled earlier.
>>3828078Ahh okay, well it looks like your typo may have saved the roll anyway!
>>3828046That boy better convert when he comes to our house, Old Gods or Rhllor, I don’t care which
>>3828104Boy is Pious so I don't think it will be happening
>The Realm waits for no one.Such a cheeky phrase. It reeks of a supreme, unchecked arrogance born of one who has the utmost confidence in feeling they are the best at the game they play. That they know best. A phrase that could used by very few people fittingly, even here at the heart of things. You have to say, you like it. But are you the only one who has heard these words? >Rolled 24 for Awareness (Empathy) vs DC 21She’s good. The best you’ve yet seen aside from the mummer himself, but despite your background, you find yourself readily taking to these games of intrigue. You were never raised in court; you aren’t used to sparring with words and using false expressions as shields, but you’re nothing if not adaptable. So, when you catch a brief widening and subsequent narrowing of icy blue eyes at your new favorite cheeky phrase, you can't help being a little... curious.You decide to allow the lovebirds to continue on ahead. They should be spending what time they have getting to know each other better. You’re fairly comfortable with the match, but you did ultimately say Ciara could have her pick, so it would be best for her to be certain. Aside from that, you now have a burning question that needs answering. “Lady Maeve. I feel I’ve been courteous with you. I haven’t pried too much into your business beyond what was expected, but I now find myself with some difficult questions that will need to be answered.”“Oh? Do ask, Ser. I have nothing to hide,” she says smoothly. Her face is a mask, her smile a thin line. You’re reminded of your earlier interactions with her when she was so on guard and, you suspect, more than a little nervous. That she would flip back to such a demeanor after the relaxation she’s shown throughout the morning is even more telling than her reaction to your choice of words. But telling of what?>The crossbows. Honestly, just why?>Would you say hunting with little birds is more of a lifestyle choice for you?Note: You’re deciding whether you will confront her directly or save it for your sponsor later.
>>3828174>The crossbows. Honestly, just why?
>>3828174>>The crossbows. Honestly, just why?
>>3828174>Note: You’re deciding whether you will confront her directly or save it for your sponsor later.Confront her about what? I'm not sure if I'm getting 2nd option
>>3828249Varys calls his spies little birds. You'd be suggesting she may have something to do with him in a way she would likely pick up on. Her reaction to us using a catchphrase that one would only reasonably expect from Varys or someone similarly deep in the game suggests that she may have had a deal of her own with him.
>>3828174>>3828182>Would you say hunting with little birds is more of a lifestyle choice for you?>>3828258Changing then.
>The crossbows. Honestly, just why?...You'll have words with Varys over this. The implications are unsettling to say the least. Has he made a deal with Maeve? Did he send her to you? If so, why? Is she some sort of fall back option? You knew he would be cryptic, but there is an annoying lack of trust, even if you haven't been working together for long. Does he take you for someone who doesn't take oaths seriously? You quash your irritation for now and move on to what is almost an equally vexing subject.To her surprise, you motion to her saddlebag and the crude crossbow hanging from it. “Crossbows? Honestly, why?”“Crossbows are superior to bows in every way,” she says indignantly, “they are better at piercing armor, they require less skill to shoot, they---”“Are useless after a few drops of water. Though I do agree they are for novices,” you finish for her.She actually huffs. “I don’t know why you’re going on about water. My house’s crossbowmen are well trained and drilled. They acquitted themselves well enough in battle, despite their losses. And furthermore, I’m sure I could outshoot any man with some flimsy bow with my crossbow.”“No doubt, my Lady. I’m sure they killed a few stationary men in whatever castle sized block of men they shot one of their embarrassingly slow volleys into,” you say before widening your smile and crossing your arms, “but to suggest you could outshoot ANY bowman? Well, I may have to take such a boast seriously.”“I’ve never seen you shoot a bow Ser Cormaic, but I know I’m skilled with a crossbow. My statement is still valid,” she says haughtily. “Then I’m sure you’ll have no issue placing a wager on some friendly competition?”“What did you have in mind,” she asks suspiciously.>Write-in a (reasonable) fun wager? Something that doesn’t involve money. I’ll start rolling up the hawking in the mean time.
>>3828278>Write-in a (reasonable) fun wager? Something that doesn’t involve money. I’ll start rolling up the hawking in the mean time.Kiss our wife and thank her for the great time.Or we get to name her first born.
>>3828278How about the loser has to..... Fuck man i don't know whats a good beat for a noble lady.
>>3828278>>Write-in a (reasonable) fun wager? Something that doesn’t involve money. I’ll start rolling up the hawking in the mean time.Fuck a fun wager. Winner takes all.Loser has to speak/explain to both mothers!
>>3828316supporting this! Loser has to talk to the moms >>3828278
>>3828316>>3828331>>3828348Stone cold, but something she would agree to. I'm glad I went with Pride as a vice for her. >>3828286I really liked the first born idea too, but thinking about it from her point of view, I think that may be a little too much for her. Her legacy is way too central to her, especially after losing so much family. She would almost certainly want to name a boy after her father or a brother.
>>3828406Yeah I thought itd be really weird for a noblewoman to do. Which is when I got the idea so we could escap- have figured out how to deal with our mother.
>>3828316Ditto, best option
“Winner names our child,” you say innocently enough.The look she gives you is beyond frigid. “I think not,” she states coldly.“Fair enough. Then how about the loser has to speak to BOTH of our mothers? And admit to being primarily to blame for our… indiscretions. That is, unless you’re afraid of losing,” you goad. “Are you so unmanned by our mothers, Cormaic?”“…yes?”“I have nothing to fear,” she counters defiantly, “you have yourself a wager, Ser.”>Can I get 3 rolls of 7d6+1 for marksmanship (with a -1D due to the range and difficulty of some of the shots).
Rolled 6, 2, 1, 5, 6, 4, 2 + 1 = 27 (7d6 + 1)>>3828462
Rolled 6, 1, 5, 4, 5, 1, 6 + 1 = 29 (7d6 + 1)>>3828462
Rolled 33 (1d100)>>3828462>“I have nothing to fear,” she counters defiantly, “you have yourself a wager, Ser.”She fell into our TRAP! HAHAHA. Misdirection about child leading up to our real goal. MC is really good at that intrigue thing.
Rolled 5, 6, 3, 6, 2, 4, 4 = 30 (7d6)>>3828462How exactly do bonus die work?
Rolled 6, 2, 3, 2, 1, 6, 6 + 1 = 27 (7d6 + 1)>>3828462BY HIS LIGHT
Rolled 6, 3, 5, 1, 4, 5, 1 + 1 = 26 (7d6 + 1)>>3828487
>>3828489Basically, you roll extra and take the highest dice up to your normal test dice number. So, to use this first roll >>3828477as an example, right now you're rolling with 4 test dice and 3 bonus dice (it's normally 5 test dice, but I threw in a penalty for the severe range). So you'd keep the 4 highest dice out of the 7 rolled. In this case, dropping both of the 2s and the 1. So the final roll is a 22.
Rolled 5, 6, 1, 6, 2, 5, 2 = 27 (7d6)>>3828462
Rolled 5, 3, 2, 3, 4, 2, 2 + 1 = 22 (7d6 + 1)>>3828462
Your party ends up settling for an expanse of open plains with farmland tucked in the bend south of Rosby and overlooking the nearby Blackwater Bay. The patches of vegetables should be prime pickings for hares. You pull the covering from your Weirwood Bow, revealing it at last. Ser Anders lets out a low whistle and Lady Maeve’s eyes widen, perhaps realizing her mistake. “A fine bow, Ser. I’ve never seen anything like it,” Ser Anders comments.“The heirloom of my house. It was used in the Raven’s Teeth to end the Blackfyre pretenders at Redgrass Field. They say this bow and its sisters struck down the rebels at three hundred yards. I don’t have the high ground here, but I still aim to honor my ancestor. Here and now. Lady Maeve, are you feeling well? You look a little pale,” you say smugly.“Perhaps the baby is moving already, husband,” she says, causing Ciara to mock retch at her behind Ser Anders’ back, “in any case, I’m looking forward to the competition.”“I had no idea you were with child, my Lady. My sincerest congratulations to both of you,” Anders says, “is it your first?”“My first, but not Cormaic’s. I think he is a good father to his natural daughter though,” she says truthfully.“Oh. Sorry to pry, I didn’t---”“It’s fine, really,” she says with a slight smile, “there are worse places to be a bastard than the Point. I personally don’t care as long as my son gets the land and title he deserves.” You opt not to comment on this ongoing jest, deciding to let them have their games and small talk while it lasts. At some point, they’re going back to Atia and whatever your true wife is plotting after your dutiful warning is probably more creative than what you could do here and now. Your party settles in to begin the afternoon hunt. Your sister and Ser Anders are getting awfully close, but not in the way they were the last time you caught them. This is more along the lines of playful than anything. Plainly neither of them has done much, if any, hawking and the birds are cooperating more from their training than anything. Still, they do manage to snag a hare each and seem pleased enough with their slight success, content to enjoy each other’s company.Ciara: Rolled 5,12,9 (Rolling 3d6)Anders: Rolled 12,9,5 (Rolling 3d6)Maeve: Rolled 23, 15, 17 (Rolling with 6d6+1, dropping lowest 2)Cormaic: Rolled 22, 23, 22 (Rolling with 7d6+1, dropping lowest 3)They’re too busy enjoying their blossoming romance and light affection to fully appreciate how heated the competition is at first. You spot a hare in the distance, at the upper limit of what you could feasibly hit and loose a carefully aimed arrow--- and Maeve’s hawk swoops in only a second before impact, herding the hare towards its master’s waiting crossbow and ruining your perfect shot.
>>3828659“I see you don’t mind fighting dirty, my Lady,” you say with a frown.“Whatever do you mean, Ser? If I’m dirty then I’ll have to bathe upon our return,” she says innocently.You redouble your efforts, ensuring she doesn’t get so lucky again, and your efforts pay off. The next hare falls to your bow at two hundred yards before Maeve’s hawk could even the playing field. And then you spot a fox. Lady Maeve takes her shot, but her crossbow falls short. Another downside of the contraptions, they have their range and that’s it. One can’t use extra strength to draw them back for longer distances like you can with your own bow. You favor her with a patronizing smirk before sinking your own arrow into the fox before it escapes. You hear Ser Anders curse involuntarily at the ridiculousness of the pace. Hopefully the lad has gained a better appreciation of the bow after all of this. You know many knights eschew such skills, regarding the bow as a commoner’s tool lacking the same honor as a suicidal charge with a stick. Your party calls the hunt shortly after, with you being declared the winner.The ride back beneath the setting sun is fairly uneventful. Lady Maeve mostly remains quiet, but you don’t think she’s angry, just suffering from wounded pride. You still haven’t bothered rubbing in your win. Your smug silence is assuredly even worse than allowing her the chance to mince words. Anders and Ciara spend the ride talking up until you arrive at the gates of your villa. You assume he is probably staying for dinner. Speaking of, your wife is waiting in the courtyard with a very predatory smile.>That’s it for tonight! We’ll pick up with dinner and then probably some negotiations with the Lord Brax on trade and betrothals.
>>3828669We should send Lady Maeve the foxfur as a gift in a bit
>>3828669Poor Anders how he will be react to world of debauchery in our household?
>>3828779>>3828669Perhaps let him travel as a hedge knight for a year or two while the scandals loose their potency before coming back. Let him travel and live, and learn before settling. Get that wanderlust out of him.
>>3828829That would directly contradict the earlier vote. I left it to a vote precisely so options like that could be considered. In any case, there's little to no chance Ciara would want to wait that long.
>>3828829>>3829083>In any case, there's little to no chance Ciara would want to wait that long.Yeeeah. ''Will you marry me? Great, awesome, sweet. Now I'm off to the Westerlands. Cu in a year or two'' Ain't exactly a great look.
>>3829083>Wait that longNot very romantic and loving then, is she?>>3829239Was thinking she'd go with him. Maybe we make her go with him. He'll just travel and do some tournaments and such.
>>3829083>When your soon to be brother in law and liege announces he is responsible for burning of one of the biggest towns in seven kingdoms
>>3829476>biggest townNot even, this is one of the few cities in westeros and one of their most important economic centersThis is equivalent to burning down new york and then getting a pardon from george washington himself
>>3829476Hahaha holy shit saved. >>3829613I can't wait for Cormaic's attempts at rational explanation over it. "It was only one district." "I was still technically an outlaw, that makes it fair play." "They had it coming." "It seemed fine next to King's Landing." Better warm up those dice lads.
>>3829639>Bobby B:"You promise not to do that in Kings Landing?">Cormaic:"Only if you promise not to send someone to kill my wife."
It looks like I'm not going to be able to do any story posts tonight. Friday nights, right? We are definitely on for tomorrow though. Until then, there's a couple questions I've been meaning to throw out here:1. Is there any sort of slice of life type scenes you guys are interested in seeing (or seeing more of)?2. More of a big picture type thing, but what sort of directions would you like Cormaic to take in the long term? How, at least at this point, do you see him growing and developing as a character as his song progresses? I already have a pretty good sense and have several major events planned, but I'm just curious as to people's general thoughts outside of the typical voting.
>>38297091: Cormaic being a dad is always nice. Maybe some more interaction with Bodger.2: I see him traveling around from time to time doing work for Varys, meeting new people and burning seeing new places.
>>38297091. Maybe something just more humanizing? MC comes across as a little awkward when it comes to any intimate moments. Maybe that's intentional but I'd like something that makes him more relatable. A hobby maybe? Even something as simple as him whistling his favorite tune.2. I'd like to see how he deals with personal defeat. I know he was on the losing side of the rebellion, but I'd be curious to see how such a young man handle either being outwitted tactically [considering he enjoys guerilla warfare] or meeting someone who is more skilled in combat. I've always found characters become more likeable in defeat. But I could be alone in that opinion.
>>3829770>MC comes across as a little awkward when it comes to any intimate moments. Maybe that's intentionalOkay, totally going to reply to the rest of this post and any others later, but I can't help commenting on just this part. It's very intentional so I'm glad you think so. I needed something aside from just being a total edgelord to explain why Cormaic comes off as Sinister and Threatening, so I tried to make him (at least in his earlier interactions) a little awkward in the way he spoke to people so that their misinterpretations of him would lead to a perhaps somewhat undeserved sinister reputation.
That analogy didn't quite say everything about our situationThis is like being a famous captain in the british army during the revolution who consistently made the lives of the rebels a living hell, who then sacked new york AFTER THE WAR WAS OVER, then bragged about doing it in front of the entire fucking congress while getting pardoned by george fucking washington himselfAlso alexander hamilton is sitting beside washington the entire time and can't do anything about usNo matter what we do after this, we will end up in the history books
>>3829816But are we really even famous? We might be infamous after we confess to burning down part of Gulltown but as it stands? We're a literally who of a house of literally who's holdings are literally where. A small knightly house set on the farthest point of Crackclaw Point with a lonely tower in the middle of a swamp.
>>38297091. more dad stuff, or even peasant interaction 2. I want to see more of Cormaic in a religious tone. I think the idea of a first men in the crownlands being a r'hollor worshiper is fucking interesting. I'd also find intresting if Cormaic takes some intrest and tips from the Westerlands.
>>3829866If varys is anything to go by it's safe to say that our guerrilla exploits in the war is well known among the populous
>>3829903Varys knowing something could mean it's very secretive or unknown as well though
>>3829816I really like this metaphor, would our wife in that case be English or Canadian though?
>>3829960Probably French to the confusion of everyone.
>>3829866>We're a literally who of a house of literally who's holdings are literally where. A small knightly house set on the farthest point of Crackclaw Point with a lonely tower in the middle of a swamp.I love the fluff of Crackclaw point.Some foggy hilly spit of land filled with swamps and backwoods hicks who only stop their constant inter-clan blood feuds to murder any outsiders who step across the borders.The swamps are probably more tax collector than mud at this point.
>>3829709Anders and Plumm on their way to the tournament, they run into trouble or some shenanigans. Maybe both.Vary's Dealing with a spy of his that does not know he is the spymaster.Tyrra dealing with a lecherous merchant bothering her,but then he cops a feel on Atia.Green Snail and Rat Fur, may or may not be involved, or replaces Tyrra.Green Snail and Rat Fur comeback to the barracks with the other guards and doing ... stuff? What would they do now that they aren't guarding Atia?One of our relatives(younger) messing around with our bow. Or a servant's kid running around the castle.
>>3829715Bodger's oldest son is at a good age for squiring so I expect to be doing a scene for that at the very least. >VarysYeah I have a good amount planned for that.>>3829770>HobbySure, why not? Anyone have any preferences in that direction?>DefeatA ton of people are more skilled than him in combat and he's well enough aware of it to not go around challenging people. One thing I can see coming up soon are some of these negotiations. I would be very surprised if he doesn't get put in his place at least once or twice.>Gulltown in generalIt was a big deal for sure, but it wasn't nearly as bad as what happened in the earlier battle to retake the city from those who sided with their rightful king over Jon Arryn. For the most part, it only affected the warehouses and businesses around the docks including the tavern of the girl you murdered rather than the city at large with the population centers and such. The death toll was fairly low. It's still definitely going to give you an unsavory reputation, but the scale of the war needs to be considered here. There were a bunch of atrocities committed on both sides, to the point where the new king is honestly so fed up with having to listen to victims and "victims" that he's just been waving them off with a minor favor thrown their way if they're seen at all.>>3829895I can do dad stuff for sure. I'd imagine that will come up more when his heir is born too. I also have at least... 4 things related to religion that will come up. On that, I should point out to players that it's best to play the character on that front. I saw a couple posts in previous threads that wanted to downplay religion just because the voters said they weren't personally religious. Neither am I, but why would that matter here? It's a setting where at least some piety may as well be universal and this particular character has actually SEEN something. Belief only makes sense at this point and doesn't imply fanaticism or dumping destiny points.
>>3831110Sorry, missed this last one. The Unsullied are gone. They were under the employ of Atia's father and slave soldiers aren't the best to keep around in Westeros for extended periods of time. I can probably work in some of the other stuff though.
>>3831226For hobby, it’d probably be something small that you can do out in the woods like wood carving or even weaving with grass
>>3831294None of them have to be "current". The can happen during a recollection or flashback, as the the unsullied, its more like changing scenes to show them back in pentos doing whatever unsullied do when not guarding a rich merchants daughter.
>>3831388Hmm, we are going to be spending some time over in Pentos anyway, so I'll make a note to do something with it while we are there.
>>3831501Oh boy, Pentos that’ll be fun
I'm over at someone's house for dinner and I'm not driving so blame my DD if I'm like an hour late tonight. Still planning on running though. First post should be up by 9pm EST at the latest.
Just a reminder that thread 3 is on page 10 and hasn't been archived.
Atia looks radiant. Her long hair silver-blonde hair is arranged in a series of intricate braids woven through a silver net covered in small gemstones, causing her to sparkle. Her dress is of a violet color slashed with cloth-of-silver and embroidered with more small amethyst stones for accentuation and her tiger fur coat from Yi Ti is casually draped over her shoulders. Even if the other Ladies weren’t wearing traveling clothes, they would still be woefully undressed in their finest. There’s a message in there, you think. All four of you have stopped at the entrance to the courtyard staring unabashedly to the amusement and satisfaction of your wife. She strides forward first and kisses you passionately with little regard for the rest of your companions. She half-whispers how much she missed you before turning to the rest of the hunting party. “Is this Ciara’s lover? I thought introductions were customary in the west, no?”Ciara is still trying to work out the lover comment and Maeve seems a little annoyed at the display, so you take the initiative. “Lady Atia, this is Ser Anders Hill of Hornvale. Ser Anders, may I introduce Lady Atia of Pentos,” you say, keeping the intro a little vague out of curiosity for how this will play out.He seems more than a little surprised and confused, but still recovers quickly and manages a bow before saying, “a pleasure, my Lady… if I may, how is it that you and Ser Cormaic are so acquainted?” His eyes darted to Lady Maeve several times as he spoke.” Your wife just giggles, “I’m sure you are a little taken aback, Ser Anders. Ser Cormaic and I are lovers. You must know how it is, yes?” “Really now, this is a bit much. Ser Anders has done nothing to deserve such games,” Ciara says with a huff, “Cormaic, will please you explain your arrangement here, so I don’t have to?”You’re about to do just that when Atia speaks up, “wait, let Ser Anders decide. Who do you think is his wife and who his mistress?”Ser Anders looks to Ciara almost pleadingly, but she’s too busy covering half of her face with a palm to give a distinct answer. Then he looks between them and finally straightens up, saying:>Atia is the wife>Maeve is the wife>Neither
>>3832657>NeitherHe is the mistress, our bow is the wife. These to woman are the arrows, and Ciara is the Fox we are hunting
>>3832657>Atia is the wifeWeird vote but ok
>>3832657What if.....Cormaic is the Mistress and Atia and Maeve are the wives?
>>3832706Wasn't my original direction, but I was talking to someone about it and came to the conclusion that it may be fun to see what people would think Anders makes of it rather than deciding myself.
>>3832657>obviously it’s a trick question, Neither
>>3832657>>Maeve is the wifePoor little westboi
>>3832306Thanks for the heads up! Just archived it.
>>3832719Personally I find it a little odd doing votes for votes for things other than Cormaic's actions
>>3832657>>Maeve is the wife
>>3832696>>3832706>>3832739>>3832742>>3832794>>3832830Looks like neither takes it. Writing!
>>3832837His argument is a lack of a ring.
>>3832863Nah, he probably thinks another hot chick is gonna pop out and say she's the wife.
>>3832949>”pfft, no man would be dumb enough to fight for the targs during the war then immediately marry a woman that looks just like them”> “and the other one’s obviously close family otherwise they wouldn’t be seen together”
>Neither“My first instinct would have been Lady Maeve, but seeing that welcome makes me more inclined to think neither of you are Ser Cormaic’s wife,” he says cautiously.Both women seemed shocked at his answer and you let out a guffaw despite yourself, patting him on the shoulder, “you have balls lad, I’ll give you that. Seems you may have simply overthought it. Atia is my wife. Lady Maeve Pyne of Pynewatch is an ally of our house.”“My sincerest apologies, Lady Atia,” he says with a bow.“Think nothing of it. If anything, we owe you an apology for dragging you into our play. My dutiful husband already informed me that the girls were playing some silly game of pretend. As if anyone else was suited for my darling.” She wraps her arm in yours possessively, “you simply must tell me of this hunting thing you’ve been on about my love. Was there a game to all of this?”“It went well enough, my Lady. We all brought something back, but it appears I may have won with the fox I brought you,” you say, trying not to sound too smug.“Oh, of course you did my flame. Some silly little birds are no match for MY Cormaic,” she says, swatting your chest playfully, “come now, you all must be so tired after all of that riding. Ser Anders, I would be delighted if you would stay for dinner. I want to hear all about my sweet good-sister’s romantic adventures!”Dinner is a simple affair. Or at least simple compared to how you’ve normally found yourself hosting guests. The break in the weather from earlier in the day has persisted into the evening, so you eat out in the courtyard rather than in the main dining hall. It felt more appropriate anyway given the state of dress of those that went hawking. Ser Anders is even still wearing his suit of plate. No doubt he wore it to impress Ciara, and you would say he succeeded, but it’s horribly impractical wear otherwise. Still, it makes a deal of sense to remain armed and armored out on the road even this close to the city, or perhaps you should say especially this close to the city. The signs of the recent Sack are still evident in many areas from the burnt-out husks of less fortunate dwellings to the spirit of the smallfolk themselves. They’re far more wary and far less welcoming than you’re used to, especially the womenfolk. You wouldn’t say you are an overly popular leader amongst your people if only because of the way you come across, but your family at large is, especially Ciara, and even you have never had the looks of open resentment cast your way like what you’ve experienced here.
>>3833039Tyrra and Esmeralda accompany you as well. You also drag quiet Aodhan to the table, partially because you’d like his opinion on the knight that will end up captaining the Bronzeguard, though also because you’re getting a little tired of dining almost exclusively with women. Having Anders as a guest helps, but you know he’s going to be answering questions for half the night if Ciara lets the others talk to him too much. Thankfully Anders doesn’t ask many questions himself. You half expected him to bring up Esmeralda in his curiosity, but he studiously refrains. You suppose it makes a deal of sense that as a bastard himself he would know how to step around bringing up such a potentially awkward subject. For the better, no doubt. You doubt he had a major part in it, but you don’t relish the idea of a Westerlander bringing up a girl whose mother perished due to their brutality. The topic of conversation starts with the hawking and hunting expedition of the day, in which you’re sure to reiterate that yes, indeed you did beat Lady Maeve handily to the same quarry. Atia hijacks the conversation for a short while to wax on about how the two of you fell in love, with some embellishment. You suppose only Ciara has heard too much of it, so it’s still fairly interesting. She tells a good story if nothing else. You see the point of it all when Ser Anders is then prompted to tell his own version of how he and Ciara met. He does a fine enough job, speaking sincerely, even piously in describing seeing her for the first time. You don’t know how effective such language is with Seven worshipping women, but these heathen women absolutely love it. You roll your eyes and make to ask Aodhan if he’s noting all of this for later before realizing that he too is soon to be wed. A sobering thought.
>>3833044Ser Anders, perhaps growing a little uncomfortable at the number of noblewomen fawning over his telling, asks you and Aodhan of your own stories of the war. A topic which you’re both far more suited to discussing, so the two of you tag in and out of telling your perspectives of the major battles you were present for. Anders listens with the rapt attention you’d expect from one so focused on the knightly arts who also spent the entirety of the fighting either as a squire or sitting on the sidelines at the behest of his duplicitous liege lord. By the end of your description of watching the lines fold up on the Trident after the botched cavalry charge and the subsequent death of the Crown Prince, you can’t help but notice Lady Maeve is more somber than usual. You wince inwardly, realizing all three topics so far tonight would give her cause in some way to feel melancholy.She shakes herself out of it and puts back on her mask of cool indifference before she mentions wanting to discuss how to approach the Crown with your unique situation. A topic that does need to be discussed, but how much of it are you willing to discuss in front of this crowd? Tyrra barely speaks the language and likely couldn’t care less regardless, Aodhan is loyal to the bone and has saved your life several times, so that’s another nonissue. But what of your guest and your sister? You’ve kept things from her several times now, be it from a lack of trust or a regard for her age and sensitive disposition, but you’re now putting her and the boy, man, whatever, next to her in a position where you’ll have to trust them with many of your affairs back in your homeland. The question is, will that start now?>Include everyone present on the discussion of how to approach the Crown>Don’t, wait until you are alone with Atia and Maeve
>>3833058>>Don’t, wait until you are alone with Atia and MaeveKeep the group if people who know ever thing as small as possible
>>3833058>Don’t, wait until you are alone with Atia and Maeve
>>3833072Ditto, unfortunately but we should start letting our sister in on the loop soonish
>>3833058>>Don’t, wait until you are alone with Atia and Maeve
>>3833072>>3833091>>3833144>>3833150>Don’t, wait until you are alone with Atia and MaeveAlright then. Writing.
>Don’t, wait until you are alone with Atia and MaeveYou give a slight shake of your head to Lady Maeve. Not here. It was subtle, but you still can’t help thinking your guest may have noticed, if his slight frown was anything to go by. A fine a time as any to bring up another topic. “Sister, Ser Anders. Have you made any further plans that I should know of?”“Anders is taking me to a sept tomorrow. I’ve never been to one and I hear the ones of this city have some lovely architecture. I’m interested to find out more.”“Will you be attending as well, Ser Cormaic?” Anders asks you.“I think not. I’ve already sated my curiosity. A fellow knight and old friend of mine insisted on taking me on an occasion or two,” you smile wistfully at the memory. “You’ve never spoken of this before, brother,” your sister says with surprise, “is this knight still in the city?”“No, Ser Myles Mooton fell at the same battle as our father,” you say simply, causing the table to grow uncomfortably quiet.“Then what do you believe in, Ser Cormaic,” Lady Maeve asks while eying you critically, “I must confess, I’ve heard rumors that you don’t keep to the Old Gods. I thought that perhaps your travels had turned you to the Seven like little Amelia Brune, but now I don’t know what to think.”You glance to your wife, whose lavender eyes dance with the flames of the courtyard’s torches. She smiles back, waiting for your response with everyone else.>You believe in the Lord of Light>You still keep to the Old Ways>Decline to comment (the closest thing to fedora tipping I’m willing to write in this setting)Last post of the night. I’ll close the voting tomorrow. Thanks for playing.
>>3833273>>You believe in the Lord of LightYOU CAN'T HIDE THE LIGHT IN YOUR HEART
>>3833273>>You believe in the Lord of Light- that being said I won't be stepping on anyone's toes in what they choose to believe but I also won't tolerate anyone forcing something new down my people's throats. Other than ourselves if need be.
>>3833273>Decline to comment (the closest thing to fedora tipping I’m willing to write in this setting)Say something ambivalentThe Gods don't seem to be in any hurry, and neither am I.
>>3833286I think I'm gonna include this write-in regardless of how the vote falls just because it fits so well with how I've previously written Cormaic in regards to religion.
>>3833332I would like something like, he doesn't really follow any one faith, but he believes in the greater powers that be or something. Sort of an agnostic believer, or someone who is spiritual in a sense.
>>3833273>>Decline to comment (the closest thing to fedora tipping I’m willing to write in this setting)After the incident with the fire and the white stag he definitely believes the Lord of Light exists ... but whether Cormaic considers himself a believer yet might be a little more questionable. Not to mention, we burnt Gulltown in his name and didn't see any blessing come from that so maybe the gods don't really care all that much.>>3833299I like >The Gods don't seem to be in any hurry, and neither am I.
>>3833273>You believe in the Lord of LightInvesting in rhollor bucks can only go well!
>>3833286Backing on this
>>3833411This is reasonable.
>>3833273>>You believe in the Lord of Light"But I won't be waving a flaming sword around anytime soon."
>>3833676>6▶>>>3833273>>>You believe in the Lord of Light>"But I won't be waving a flaming sword around anytime soon."The fire sword guy is closer to Bobby Bee's water land adventure
>>3832657Fucking hell such a interesting vote and I missed it. The best answer of course would be>"Both" it must be some old gods thing. Two wives seven protect him.
>>3833273>>You believe in the Lord of LightTHE LIGHT SHALL REVEAL ALL!
>>3833273>>Decline to comment
>>Decline to comment
>>3833273>You believe in the Lord of LightFlame on!
>>3833676>>3833825Thoros of Myr was sent to King's Landing to convert the Mad King, a known pyromaniac, and was known to be present during the Sack of King's Landing, but I'm pretty sure he didn't gain real renown until after he struck up a friendship with King Robert and had some success in melees and especially against the Greyjoys. However, I do plan to allude to a lack of fanaticism via >>3833286>>3833411I'm assuming you mean he could be a believer without necessarily being a follower, which is technically possible, I guess. As for not seeing a blessing from Gulltown, that's true, but if he believes Atia (and almost every vote suggests he does) then it seems that a Red Priestess predicted their marriage. One could see that as a blessing.
>>3834483Maybe not a true fanatic, but still willing to burn the occasional dude
>>3833285>>3833286>>3833412>>3833475>>3833676>>3833825>>3834370>>3834472>>38348749 for showing these heathens the Light.>>3833299>>3833411>>3834398>>38344184 for either nonbelief or keeping it quiet.Calling it here. If nothing else, I think this will probably make for a better story!I won't be able to do a proper run tonight like I wanted to because I have several other things that need my attention before the week starts, but I'll still drop a quick story update later on tonight around midnight EST. You all could easily just catch it the next day and not have to worry about missing any voting if you're unable to make it. Tomorrow night will be a longer run.
>>3835320ALL SHALL FALL BEFORE THE LORD OF LIGHT
>You believe in the Lord of LightYou glance around the table at the curious and expectant faces and decide there’s no point in hiding anything. You’ve tried to maintain a policy of respecting different religious beliefs, so why should you have to be the one person who hides? It’s not as if Atia is pretending to worship the Old Gods. Granted, her foreign nature allows her a degree of leeway in many areas, but you’ve seen what you’ve seen and see no reason to mince words over it. If this particular group can’t handle it, then you truly are without real allies.“The Lord of Light,” you say simply, “the only god who has ever shown me favor.”The sharp intakes and exhalations around the table show how unexpected your answer was. In truth, you’re really not sure how much any of them even know of the Red God. If they’ve heard of it at all, it would simply be in the context of it being a religion of the east. “Cormaic… if this is some sort of jest, you should know I’ve had my fill of them today,” your sister says cautiously.“No jest,” you say with a shake of your head, “I’ve seen things… impossible things, in the flames. Things that have not yet come to pass or may already be the stuff of legend.”“When? Where? You’ve never spoken of this before,” Ciara says with bewilderment. “At Whispers. I hunted down the White Hart,” you recount, “I wanted to bring the skull and antlers back, but the head would’ve turned to rot and was heavy enough as it was. So, I placed it in the fire first. Atia thinks it may have been taken as an offering,” she nods in confirmation. “Maybe it would’ve happened anyway. Maybe it was the air there. It’s an old place. A cursed place. But it did happen, there’s no denying that. Only the Red God speaks through flames. The Old Gods hate fire.”“You killed a White Hart?” Lady Maeve asks with trepidation. “Aye. I caught it unawares. I thought of following it like the old tales, but I came there for a pelt and I was going to bring one back,” you smile slightly, “a fine enough wedding gift, eh?”“But what else did you gain from all of this? You saw some things in the fire, but that wouldn’t be enough for you to change your ways,” Aodhan asks.“Too right you are, my friend. Atia?”Atia, pleased to tell the tale, recounts parts of the story she told you of meeting a Red Priestess who predicted your eventual meeting with a certain fervor in her voice that’s markedly different than the hesitation she had in sharing the story with you a few months ago.Aodhan seems satisfied enough with the explanation. He refills his own mug and leans back in the chair, lost in thought. Ser Anders looks pale, but you couldn’t say what part he’s stuck on.
>>3836342“So, you’re a fire worshipper now,” Lady Maeve says flatly, “I suppose at this point I would be more surprised if you didn’t surprise me. Fine, but what do you plan to do about it?”“Say what you mean,” you say not unkindly.“How are you planning on using this? How will you present yourself? Will you try pushing this on our people or are you going to hide it? You know religion is a sensitive subject,” she says.“Well, I can say I don’t plan on hiding it any longer. I just don’t care to. Nor do I care what the smallfolk worship. Nor my peers, such that they are. There won’t be any temples going up in my lands, at least not by my own doing. In any case, I suspect certain events have given me a particular reputation, or they will soon enough if they haven’t. I’m sure the religious angle will feed into the stories,” you say cryptically, “but that’s a tale for another night.”You can tell your guests are curious. Let them be. For now, at least. Ser Anders leaves shortly after the conversation begins to die down. It’s getting a little late and he still has a short ride ahead of him before he will make it back to whatever inn he’s staying at. You were hoping you didn’t scare the lad off, but you see the affection is still strong between the two as he and Ciara walk to the gate together. You’re not sure what they’re talking about, but she does end up standing on the tips of her toes to give him a quick peck on the cheek at the last moment. She heads back inside with a big stupid grin and a bounce in her step. Maybe there was a certain sense to seeking out such a young knight after all. Newly made knights haven’t learned to fear such things in the same way that the more experienced have. An older knight may have scurried from the table after listening to those tales if he didn’t try to duel you first. >continued tomorrow!
Weren't we supposed to keep the wife secret until after the hearing?
>>3836941Yup! Or at least a secret from the general population. A few key people already know through Varys, but they're too important to be going back shifting through finalized reparations documents over a house this minor. If you mean keeping it from Anders, well I'd say he's smart enough to know to keep his mouth shut about the vast majority of what he's seen and heard today if he wants to get his father's approval.
>>3836979Yeah I've got some criticisms of how you do things.Firstly, this is the second time you take away player agency, and after holding a vote about it too. Telling Varys about Gulltown was not voted or agreed upon and you just told Anders about our wife after we'd agreed to keep it secret for very good reasons.Second, you enthusiastically talk about the what-ifs and even lay out the plans and effects of choices immediately after the votes have gone through. Like Gulltown, while the event was in motion you told players how you were disappointed in the choices. You even revisit it and say it was a bad choice later during a discussion. You've stopped doing this as much but the previous threads you were very quick about it. If you keep this up, you will lose players, especially for contentious votes- No one wants to lose a vote 7-8 and then see that their choice that lost would have been more fun in their opinion. Do that enough times and they will simply quitely disappear because What Could Have Been is better than what they get.After a vote (or during it) going on about how another choice would have been smarter or better is just going to drive people away too. No one wants to be told that they made a mistake before any potential benefits of the winning choice can even be felt. That's just bad form.Don't get involved in player discussion unless you need to clarify mechanics, sit back and let us make our own mistakes. If you want to adress something, do it in a story post. Your objections and views aren't wrong per se, but the way you go about voicing them is absolutely bad. A lot of your commentary both during and in between sessions would serve much better as additional flavor to them. Bring up your thoughts through side characters and stop going against player choices because you think a "character is smart enough to keep his mouth shut." That's not your decision, it's ours.This is one of the better asoiaf quests I've seen, you write well and it's got a lot of potential with the house and character we're playing, but you could stand to handle some things better. Do your OOC commentary at the end of the thread unless you absolutely have to steer away from a disaster from player's lack of understanding of the rules, mechanics or the setting. Everything else can find a place inside the story
>>3837145anon hit the nails on their heads here, and with a much better vocabulary than i would have managed
>>3837145Huh. Okay. I started to type up a response, but I really don't want to unpack all of that here. I guess I'll just say I'm not going to change the way I'm typing up story posts over minor things like Anders and Varys because I think that will bogg (see what I did there) down things for no real reason, but I think you're right about the commentary. Feel free to hit me up on twitter if you want to talk specifics.
Next thread Wednesday, I think. I'm hitting a wall on the next post I wanted to do and I get home way too late on Tuesdays to run.
>>3837392>>3837628I hope that the criticisms that >>3837145 brings up arn't the cause for the wall that you're hitting as the concerns are pretty valid, well thought out and constructive. In regards to the things such as Anders and Varys, I wouldn't go so far as to call them minor. Potentially a minor oversight perhaps, but going directly against player votes is never a "minor" kind of issue as it defeats the point of doing a vote and turns the quest into a QM writing fanfic than actually questing. That being said, I really enjoy your quest, as your writing is consistent and you're the only /asoiaf/ quest that is on here consistently as Malroy and Reynold are both very intermittent,so I sincerely hope that you don't take criticism to heart. Hope to see you Wednesday Boggs
Boggageddon has started.
>>3837761I guess I appreciate the enthusiasm, but that's now 3 people who are accusing me of railroading because Anders realized you're married (how wouldn't he? I've been mentioning he would be stopping by your villa since the previous thread and no one raised any concerns) and because you shared details with a sponsor you invested a destiny point in (by majority vote), who, by the way, has done nothing but help you manage any potential fallout and neatly ties up a lots of needlessly complicated what-ifs. So, neither of these minor, narrative-oriented details have negatively impacted or contradicted the majority intent in any way. Why would I do that? Which vote am I going against? These aren’t oversights, they are intentional inclusions. As for getting involved in player discussion? Yeah, I won’t deny expressing disappointment in the REASONING behind a vote, but I actually thought the choices themselves were exciting to work with. That was a few weeks ago, wasn’t it? Weird that it’s being rehashed now. Since then, aside from that strange bit with the horses, I’ve tried to stick to lore and background input. I think I’d be doing a disservice if I didn’t. And the funny thing is that a lot of the info I drop comes from the fucking wiki. So here I am, expressing disappointment again that three different people, giving the benefit of the doubt to all of the 1-2 post IDs, are jumping to conclusions without thinking things through.
>>3838253Lolcriticism hurtseven more when it is constructive
>>3838402>being salty about an explanation
>>3838253We only criticize it because we really care. You have made a very special quest here Boggs, and we really do enjoy it.
>>3838555I am not salty That post was not an explanation, it was a butthurt rant
>>3838253I brought it up because I was reading the archive so everything was fresh to me and you just did something I found objectionable and that was the best time to raise objections. You run a quest with archived threads, of course people are going to read them. Things that are weeks old to you isn't necessarily so to your readers.
>>3838631Hah, you weren't wrong.>>3838677Sure, the second paragraph was a rant. I hope I explained those inclusions well enough in the first though. >>3838916That's cool, I'm glad there are people willing to take the time to dive through old threads to stay current and you obviously care about the story in some way if you're willing to type all of that. I guess I'd ask you to try to see it from my perspective. I've followed or at least archive binged every quest with more than a thread or two to it in this genre aside from I think it's called Brachen and that one with the gunpowder, which seems like a neat concept. Yet I don't think I've ever come across a post that long that specifically called out a QM on the entirety of their quest in the way you did. It's hard to look at it objectively and take things constructively when you word the entire post in the imperative. For the sheer breadth of what you covered, it likely would've come across as a lot more constructive and helpful than it did if you had hit me up on twitter or something instead of dumping all of that here. Not that I've mentioned it before, but someone actually did give me some helpful feedback that way after the second thread and I really appreciated it. I get not everyone uses twitter, I didn't either before I started this quest, but it takes like 5 minutes to make an account called assmaster90001 or whatever, unlock it when the site inevitably locks you out, and send me a message. Just a thought, but it's probably better than opening the floodgates to shitposting, which I'm sure I contributed to as well by responding.But anyway, this has at least made me take a step back and reevaluate things, which was part of the point, right? To be honest, I think I made a huge mistake throwing in the whole "you have to keep a simple secret for months" subplot. To me, it's stifled character and house development while contributing very little to the story. The fact that there has been this much heat over me moving along the story by including side characters that were essentially player picks in the first place in some of the Cormaic's secrets is telling and it worries me that this is going to turn into a pattern. Maybe I've made a mistake in delving this deep into secret keeping and intrigue. Maybe there's a reason previous quests haven't done this. Maybe I'm asking too much of both the players and myself to handle the complexity that I'm trying to inject into this and had intended to only ramp up from here. I don't really have the answers to these questions, so I would appreciate anyone's thoughts. At the end of the day, I'm doing this for fun. I've literally never attempted any form of creative writing before and felt this would be a new and exciting learning experience, which it has been for the most part. However, I told myself when I started this that I would stop doing it if it ever switched from fun to "work." Seems like I may be inadvertently treading on that line.
>>3839907Ah just got to shrug it off there Boggs. As you say, it's your first attempt at creative writing and you write very well so there is absolutely no shame in having a sub plot that doesnt work out or that you don't like. I can remember Father being very disappointed with the Celtigar girl and what not, but he turned it around and we ended up getting the Obella and Giselle part of the quest out of it which was absolutely fantastic. What I'm saying is don't let this get you down, because sometimes the best plot lines come from situations exactly like this. The amount of players you've got should tell you that people enjoy your work! Not to mention that this is 4chan of all places which really needs no further explanation. Either way, I hope that spark returns to you soon, because I think I speak for many of us here in that I hope this quest continues for many many threads to come!
>>3839907Hard disagree on the Twitter suggestion. I'd like to see what advice you get from others, so I can say I disagree with them if I want to. Sure, you'll get 10 shitposts this way but as soon as you post a story update that all goes away.I do feel like an intrigue-focused game is a lot harder to run on 4chan than in real life, though.
>>3839907>For the sheer breadth of what you covered, it likely would've come across as a lot more constructive and helpful than it did if you had hit me up on twitter or something instead of dumping all of that here.Absolutely not. This is a collective game and if I speak with you in private then no one else can voice their objections to what I have to say.Shadow games and secrets are not mistakes.The mistake was revealing the secret to a new, unknown character without player input. You created the plot and the players voted to go along with it. If you then go above their heads and reveal the secret you've taken away player agency. That is the absolute biggest No-no for a QM. You, as the QM, know how Anders will react. You know him, you understand him, but Cormiac & co and the players do not. You must be mindful of your own OOC knowledge, your characters IC knowledge and players OOC/meta knowledge. I know that you didn't have bad intentions and I was quite certain nothing bad would come from it but I felt that I needed to speak up now, before what I saw as an honest misstep is repeated down the line where it would actually cause real damage to your players trust in you.I rather tell you now because if it happened half a year from now and you have your playerbase dogpiling you I'm pretty certain that would end the quest right then and there. I still mourn MSPQ and hope it comes back, but after the shitfits in the last thread that's probably never going to happen.I personally have 3 dead quests in my own belt and I've made all these mistakes myself. These are newbie mistakes you'd find in the qtg pastebin, they are not some kind of grave personal insult to you or your abilities. I pointed them out and told you how to work around or to avoid repeating them. It's obvious to anyone that the root of it all is your own enthusiasm for your story and no one is going to fault you for that. I wasn't sweet talking with my last paragraph, this IS a good quest. It IS well written. I LIKE the characters and I LIKE the House. I WANT to see what's going to happen and where you'll take it.You have gotten praise from both joey and Father and they are playing your quest and they help collaborate with you. That's a great endorsement. Understand that you're doing something great and keep at it. If you think what I said has been wrong or unfair or insulting then I will ask you to go to them for advice instead.
>>3839907>out of town for the weekend>come back and see thisBoggsie buddy i know this guy seems to be on his high horse but for real fuck'em, this should 100% be fun, you can write how you want, and it's honestly just some silliness in a mongolian carpet-weaving drum circle. As a semi-regular lurker/contributer I've seen more people drop a quest if the QM seems down about it and the fate is uncertain/irregular then if they have problems with writing. Do you man, you don't have to respond to this fellah if you don't feel like it.
>>3840031>>3840618Thanks for the advice guys.>>3840079No kidding, right? I think it's because it can take so long to see the effects of intrigue in this format whereas you know where you stand after some good old fashioned proper combat by the end of a session.>>3840601Well, I was talking about hitting me up if you had that much of a meta critique on my entire style of running, which has obviously derailed things in a way that I really wanted to avoid. I'd still rather have a critique or question over a minor detail or vote here because others may be thinking the same thing, which it seems they were. If you're dead set on posting walls about how I should run things here, then I guess I can't stop you though. Just stating my preference. Gotta be honest, I started following these things on /tg/ and barely touched this board since the migration aside from the few that I was already following that switched over. I just checked out that /qtg/ and I hate to say it, but I'm not a fan lol. Not sure what MSPQ or probably a bunch of other acronyms are. Maybe one day I'll find the time and interest to deep dive, but it won't be any time soon. I'm just going to keep doing my thing because it's what keeps things fun for me and if people get so worked up over little things before they even have a chance to see where their actions are leading, then that sucks, but I'm not going to turn this into work for me by following some pastebin scriptures made by other anons. If this actually does become any more of a problem and shits up my threads more than it already has then I'll go catch up to my group on WoW Classic instead of writing this. Seven know they won't shut up about me being behind now lol. That said, I am still really excited about this and would much rather continue.
>>3840793>WoW classicAlliance or Horde boggs? Cormaic is clearly a rogue
>>3840812Alliance. I wanted to try out horde for a change just because I've never gone through their quest chains and I'm obviously a lorefag, but I got overruled lol. No joke, I did roll a rogue too. I'm weeks behind my core group of RL friends and family, so I'm that casual of the group now. All of the free shit from them I keep finding in my mailbox makes up for it though.
>>3840793>I think it's because it can take so long to see the effects of intrigue in this format whereas you know where you stand after some good old fashioned proper combat by the end of a sessionI think that's more a setting problem than a medium problem. Honestly I think it's mostly the changing player base (I'm not always around, for instance, while in irl games I am at every session) and also the lack of proper communication through text. In intrigue games, non-verbal communication from the GM to the players is pretty important, and while you can note some things it's never going to have the same effect.Anyway, I really hope this hasn't turned you off questing. As I said, you'll get a bit of discussion and shitposts but it'll blow over as soon as next session starts. We're all here to enjoy playing, after all.
>>3840826>Anyway, I really hope this hasn't turned you off questing.Nah, this whole thing has been a lot more fun than I expected and I don't think I could drop it over a few posts. It was more of my mood from it not meshing with the particular scene I wanted to write. I probably would've just pushed through if we were doing something less creative like house fortunes for the session. That said, I am more tempted to spend a little time running a side quest idea that I had intended of doing something with eventually anyway. It would tie back into this one with the MC from it having the option of becoming a supporting character of sorts. It would be played through a sell sword that happens to be Atia's older half-brother and would be more of a light and fun adventure with an Essosi flair. A break from all of the intrigue, but still with the intent of diving back in.
You step back out of the shadow of the wall you were leaning against as you watched the young couple say their goodbyes and walk back to the table to find your wife is leaning back in her chair, asleep with her mouth half open. Your other dinner companions excuse themselves while you scoop her up and carry her back to your chambers. You lay her gently in the bed and she finally stirs with a stretch, blinking up at you with a confused expression before snorting, “I can’t help it. This child is stealing all of my energy. Go back out and see to our guest. She was upset over all of that talk of war, yes? Try to cheer her up.”“You’re sure you’re okay? I can stay here instead,” you say with some concern.“You worry too much. I’m going back to sleep,” she says with a lazy shake of her head.You leave her to her rest and head to the guest room Lady Maeve at least should be using, but she isn’t there. Puzzled, you step back out into the courtyard only to see her walking out the small back gate to the wooded grove included with the deed to your property. The woman must be mad. There certainly couldn’t be any bandits back there with how frequently the Sparrowhawks use the woods for training, but these are still dangerous and uncertain times in a countryside that lacks the law and order it used to be known for. Reports of roaming broken men should be enough for young women to know to keep to an escort. Does she have some ulterior motive for this brash move?>Call out to her and escort her if she wants to go on a walk>Follow her discretely instead, in case there is more to this
>>3840978>>Call out to her and escort her if she wants to go on a walkJust got caught up. Good stuff Boggs.
>>3840978>>Follow her discretely instead, in case there is more to this
>>3840980 Welcome!>>3841020>>3841066Gonna call it for following discretely. Can I get some 5d6s for Stealth (Sneak)?
>>3840793Why not post a twitter, and instead of PM just post it publicly on the twitter.>>3840978>Follow her discretely instead, in case there is more to this
Rolled 1, 5, 2, 2, 3 = 13 (5d6)>>3841081
Rolled 5, 6, 3, 1, 2 = 17 (5d6)>>3841081Never trust your baby mama..
>>3841087Oh dude, my twitter for the quest is in the OP. Sorry if you missed that. I try to remember to throw up a quick heads up when I put up my first posts.
Rolled 6, 4, 5, 2, 3 = 20 (5d6)>>3841101I mean why not post the conversation publicly on twitter instead of PM's on twitter so its not private?>>3841081Don't we have any bonuses to sneak dice?
Rolled 3, 5, 6, 5, 1 = 20 (5d6)>>3841081
>>3841125Ahh. I never thought of that. I guess that would be fine too since it at least wouldn't shit up the thread. Idk, I'm hoping it's at least settled for now.You do. 4d6 +1d6 bonus.>>3841089>>3841100>>384112712,16,19. Writing!
>>3841138Correction, didn't include the roll from >>3841125so that's 12,16,18. Doesn't change the result though.
>>3841144What? I don't get the dice rolls man (i never get the GOT dice rolls so no worries.) But we rolled the same total number of 20, but he has a 1, and I have a higher average dice roll.... Do get a -1 for some reason?Where does the -1 come in from?
>>3841158It's cool. In this case, you're rolling 5 dice and taking the best 4. So I dropped the 1 from his and the 2 from yours. 4 test dice, 1 bonus dice. Bonus dice in an ability just let you roll extra dice and take the highest from the pool up to your rank in the ability. You have rank 4 in stealth.
>>3841170and each rank gives a dice roll?
>>3841174Correct. Each rank adds 1 test dice. That's part of why ranks are a much bigger deal than bonus dice.>Follow her discretely instead, in case there is more to thisYou’re tempted to call out to her, but you still can’t get over your suspicions that she may also have some sort of arrangement with Varys. If she’s meeting anyone out here, then this is your chance to catch an unfiltered conversation.>Rolled 18 vs DC 12 (Maeve’s passive awareness)>Success, 2 degrees!You tail her at a discrete distance, blending in the shadows with ease and taking advantage of your natural night vision to avoid stepping on any loose branches. She doesn’t seem to suspect a thing. She wanders deeper into the grove until she finds a particularly large and old tree. Not a Weirwood, but you suppose this is probably the best approximation of a heart tree this deep in Andal lands. She gets down to her knees before it and is silent for some time. You wait against a tree just off to her right side, unsure if she’s in prayer or waiting for a contact… until you hear her start sobbing, freely and without restraint. It reminds you of Atia after that Essosi tried to kill her except this is somehow worse, as if she’s baring her very soul to the world. It isn’t the raw fear your wife expressed, it’s pure grief on a level even you struggle to fathom.This isn’t what you expected. She’s always portrayed herself as this calculating ice queen, but here she just seems like a scared girl. You feel awkward. Do you approach her from the shadows and attempt to comfort her or do you just let her try to keep her dignity?>Try to comfort her>Leave it
>>3841179Oh shit, I’m always terrible with this kinda thing>comfort her
>>3841179>Try to comfort her
>>3841179Could we burn a destiny point to give her twins? A boy and a girl?
>>3841193>>3841205>>3841216>Try to comfort herAtia did say to comfort her… hopefully she doesn’t react too poorly towards your sudden appearance. You sigh and take a step out into the moonlight, doing your best to make at least a little noise like a normal person would. She quickly stands and whirls around with a dagger in her hands and wide eyes. You hold your own hands up placatingly and she lowers the dagger. “Your eyes. I thought you were an animal,” she sniffles.You finally get a good look at her face in the moonlight and she’s a mess. Tears are still streaming down her face and her eyes are puffy from crying. “Maeve, what are doing out here?”“Not all of us are fire worshippers, Cormaic Boggs. I wanted to seek solace amongst the trees, just as I did back at Pynewatch,” she says, hurriedly wiping away her tears before eying you suspiciously, “and I could ask you the same, why are you following me?”“I saw you leave the villa without any escort and I grew concerned. What were you thinking? You should’ve at least brought your own guards with you,” you say.“You of all people should know exactly what I’m doing out here, Cormaic. Your house is just as weak as mine own. Either of us could lose ourselves and our legacies over a moment of exposed weakness. Do you honestly think I will let my guards, who I’m not sure are confident in my leadership to begin, see me shed tears like some stupid girl? I wanted to cry, yes. Needed to even, but that’s a burden I won’t put on what’s left of my father’s men,” she says with some defiance.“Why?” You start…>Can I get 3d6 for Persuasion (Convince)?
Rolled 1, 2, 4 = 7 (3d6)>>3841245
Rolled 6, 6, 5 = 17 (3d6)>>3841245I hope we don't spit at her
Rolled 4, 4, 6 = 14 (3d6)>>3841245
>>3841252>>3841258 Woah, nice!>>3841265Writing!>>3841223I would've considered putting it to a vote if you had a destiny point to burn, but you don't have any.
>>3841270>destiny point to burnDid we spend it? I thought we had one...>>3841258Nice.
>>3841275Varys sponsorship vote. Your fate is tied to his now.
>>3841258lol, this is interesting we did really well at intimidating her...meh that was a nice roll nonetheless. We should have really invested in some persuasion. Hopefully she remembers that's simply how we are given she was around us a decent amount being our sisters best friend and all.>>3841290I don't see why we would do that, what it does do is give her and our selves more time to gear up our armed forces. We play nice and grow with her, and we both win. But if it is a girl I'm not sure should hide that fact from the neighbors for more than 6 months after the child is born. But still close to a year and a half of growth should be too bad if she is unlucky.
>Rolled 17 vs DC 12, 17 for Persuasion (Convince)>Success on both!“Why won’t you let others share your burden? I can understand leaving out your guards if you’re uncertain, but why not talk to me? You and I made a pact and I take such things seriously. We are allies and we are going to share something more. Like you said, we are in similar positions too. If you can’t at least talk to me, then who can you talk to?”She keeps glaring at you defiantly with her cold blue eyes for a few moments longer before her lip starts to quiver and she throws herself into your arms. You pat her awkwardly as she cries into your shoulder for a long while. She eventually pulls away and sinks down against the tree. You sit down next to her as she begins to vent.“I never wanted this. I never wanted any of this. I’ve lost almost everyone I’ve ever loved. I had three older brothers. Three. Grown men all and good men at that. They were supposed to rule, not me. I’m the bargaining chip. I thought I would get to marry someone suitable, maybe even you after Ser Bronson shamed himself with his affair, and hopefully fall in love. Spend the rest of my days hawking and loving and raising children. Instead, all of my brothers and even my father, who was always so good to his only girl, all died together in moments because of treachery, if you and your man Aodhan are correct. I hadn’t heard that part before. I only knew that our cavalry was wiped out to a man, but no one had any details.” Her voice loses some of its raw emotion and grows cold again, “I’m going to find out who did this. I’m going to find out who has forced me into this role and I’m going to make them suffer until their last, even if it’s the last thing I do.”She takes a shaky breath and continues, “I’ve buried what remains of the male line of my family. I’ve had to watch as my mother deteriorated before mine eyes and I’ve had to put on this mask and pretend to be more than a scared girl… I am more now,” she corrects, “I’ve had to prostitute myself for safety and security. Oh, don’t make a face over it. I showed up to your home willing to spread my legs in exchange for something. What else would you call it?”“I wasn’t trying to take advantage of you,” you protest, “it was your idea.”
>>3841389“It is what it is,” she sighs, “though I must thank you for the way you’ve treated me. I fully expected you to barge into my room half-drunk and have your way with me until you were content. Instead, you’ve let your wife take the lead and she’s been most welcoming. We talked for a while in your bath house until we came to an understanding… but as nice as she is, it was still hard to listen to her go on about your love stories while I’m forced to sit back and take her leftovers after she’s had her fill. I’ve always wanted more than that. Is it true? Do you love her?”Her piercing blue eyes scan your face searchingly. “I do,” you say, “with all of my heart.”She smiles sadly. “You’re a good man, Cormaic. I do hope you continue to be this happy. Would that things were different and it was me in her place instead,” she pauses in thought, “of course, we will have to try for a few more times. Ciara and I were talking about it. She’s the expert on the healing arts, after all. It’s a fertile time for me, but we can’t be certain after only one go. These next few days are crucial.”“My sister said this? I don’t understand this woman in the slightest,” you confess with some irritation, “she acts a prude near constantly and she’s plotting the seeding of my child with you behind my back? It’s madness.”You almost get a laugh from her. “That’s not the half of it. She wants to betroth her child to mine own. She’s giddy with excitement over it all.”“Mad woman. She’s not even betrothed yet herself,” you state with disbelief.“Would that you were a fly on the wall and could hear her discuss her plans for her wedding night with me in the baths. She would make you blush, Ser. Mark my words, that one will have a child of her own soon enough,” she says with some amusement, “this boy she’s set her sights on has no chance. I have something else to confess to you, Ser. This, all of this wasn’t my idea. Someone else took pity upon me and even suggested that you would be an ideal choice.”She’s speaking of Lord Varys? You thought you would have to pry this out of the mummer lord himself. Do you acknowledge your own dealings with him, or will you feign ignorance?>Discuss your own ties and plots with Varys with Maeve as well>Don’t, keep her on the outside of your own troubles
>>3841390So what exactly are we going to discuss with Maeve if we do reveal to her?
>>3841390>Discuss your own ties and plots with Varys with Maeve as well
>>3841390>Don’t, keep her on the outside of your own troublesAdmitting to working with Varys without first hearing her own side sounds like a trap to me.
>>3841390Ask her if this was "Ryvas"?
>>3841390>>Discuss your own ties and plots with Varys with Maeve as wellI wanted to pick the other option. But as she will be raising our child and plans to make it the heir. Our plans directly affect her as do hers ours.Her hate will fuel her to great heights if she is cunning enough to follow through and has enough back upus. Look at Ellanor. I'd rather not share our ties to Varys but this seems like an exception if there ever was to be one. She is a budding woman but at this age, she should understand something are said out loud once and then never again. I am not sure this is the best choice honestly but I'll stick to my choice after doubting my self.
That's it for the night, I'll call the votes tomorrow. Thanks for playing! Feel free to ask questions if you have them.>>3841397Like this good question. Essentially what she doesn't know. So that you're behind the Burning of Gulltown/that you'll be admitting to such in a couple of weeks and that you're sworn to Varys now.>>3841299I just went ahead and used regular persuasion with her instead of intimidate since I don't want to forcefully apply the drawback in regards to people that know you well enough. Kinda like how I don't make you roll intimidate for Atia anymore. I'd say she qualifies since you're sleeping with her and she's been listening to your sister and wife go on about you for long enough to feel somewhat at ease.
>>3841390>Make DAMN sure she is talking about Varys first>>Discuss your own ties and plots with Varys with Maeve as wellI don't see what we lose by revealing we're allied with Varys, Maeve is set to become a close ally and our interests will align closely after that birth of our child.
Oh yeah, and I've been meaning to bring this up because it's a slight oversight on my part, but we never really locked in the house's motto. I had it down tentatively as "Bound by Blood" from the very first thread, but then ended up moving past it without really locking it in. Funny how well that ended up fitting. Are we good with this? I'm gonna run with it unless there are objections.
>>3841429>Make DAMN sure she is talking about Varys firstAbsolutely.
>>3841444It’s good, although I don’t think I’ve ever seen a fan made house who’s words didn’t involve blood on some level
>>3841390Jesus christ... Do not tell her about Varys and our connectionpls
>>3841536What if we confirm first, then perhaps tell her later down the line?We can reveal it at a later date, or we can speak to him and ask him to be sure.
>>3840851>My fanbois LIKE me!>My CRITICS are WRONG!>This was all FAKE NEWS!ITT: Drumpf's time off
>>3841712fuck off, retard
>>3841852Nice try OP
>>3841390>Don’t, keep her on the outside of your own troublesThough we should try to figure out a way to make her spill who she's working for without tipping our own hand.>>3841444It's good, it encapsulates what Cormiac is all about
>>3841712>being this fucking stupid
Discuss>>3841402>>3841409>>3841429>>3841447>>3841587Don't>>3841403>>3841536>>3842001Calling it for discussing with her, but with the caveat of getting her to talk first.
>>3842426While I appreciate that he is making ties for us to make us stronger. He had to know this would have likely leaked to us that he was the one who suggested it. Next time we run into him, we should say that we would appreciate if he let us know of some plans that would include us as the main/important piece on the board.
>Discuss your own ties and plots with Varys with Maeve as well“You’re saying someone else convinced you to try to seduce me?”“Not exactly. He and I discussed the state of the Crackclaw houses, especially House Pyne and where we now fit in the greater scheme of things. He presented several different options and left it to me to decide which to take. The general theme seemed to be to ally myself in some way with another smaller house to upset the power game the stronger Lordly houses were playing,” she says as she gazes out toward the moon in thought. “The other options would have involved either marrying a more distant cousin of mine to keep power within the family or marrying into a lesser house like yours to at least block the Brunes and Crabbs from having their way,” she glances back to you again, “meaning no offense, Ser, but I don’t want to trust my legacy to another man. The gallant ones are too quick to ride off to die for an uncaring liege lord over petty disputes and the rest are repulsive cravens. I’d rather lower myself and gain a child I can shape into a true ruler. It was no choice at all, really.”“And this man suggested me? When was this? I was never privy to this plan,” you say with some annoyance.“Perhaps two months ago now. I already knew your house wasn’t strong enough to seize mine without provoking retribution and besides that, he mentioned that you had sired a bastard of your own. There is less scandal having a child with a man who has already had trouble keeping it in his loins,” she says somewhat lightly. Still doesn’t take all of the sting out of it.“Pray tell, who is this man that seems to be so interested in our affairs?”“I’m not sure that is something I should be speaking of,” she says uncomfortably.“Maeve, as you’ve done so much scheming involving me, you must know my house’s words,” you say admonishingly.“Bound by Blood,” she recites from memory, “your point, Ser?”“Just so,” you say, pleased, “Our houses will now be Bound by Blood. You and I will be bound by the child that shares our blood. Do you share such a strong bond with this scheming friend of yours who apparently seeks to use us to weaken our neighbors?”>DC 17 metShe furrows her brow in thought and is silent for some time before coming to her decision. “Lord Varys the Spider sought me out. This was his doing,” she confesses.“I know,” you say with a smirk.She shifts away from you with a start. “Impossible.”“Not even improbable, my Lady. If you think me to be unobservant, then you’ve underestimated me as much as you have my prowess with the bow,” you say with some satisfaction, “I may not be as adept at mincing words and flattery as those that enjoy playing their little games of court, but I can watch readily enough. Your mask slipped when I recited the eunich’s words on our ride earlier. I was watching.”
>>3842664“How would you know his words?” The obvious question.“Because he and I have a mutual alliance of our own. One I intend to remind him of when next we speak,” you grumble, “he and I have the same enemies and the same friends and he has been most useful, I hope, in managing the fall out from my own activities.”“Such as reparations? He has agreed to help me with such as well,” she says after a pause, “I’m to play the part of the weeping girl who has lost her family. The Crown will likely take pity on me and reduce my fine in compensation for what I’ve already lost. Lord Varys seems to think these men would nearly throw their own gold away rather than have to sit and listen to a woman cry.”“Would that I could simply ward their greedy hands from my coffers with tears,” you grouse. “Aye. He is ensuring I don’t have to contend with a heftier sum after coming into a substantial dowry. In exchange, I am to confess my crimes and use my reputation to rid the both of us of a thorn.”“I had heard of some business of burning the Usurper’s supply lines and taking noble hostages, but that hardly seems a valuable confession,” she says with confusion.“I set light to a portion of Gulltown in retribution for their plots against my house and my wife. Unfortunate business, but a message needed to be sent. I aim to ensure it was received clearly.”“YOU did that?! There have been scores of rumors and conspiracies over who set the blaze and why. You mean to say you showed up and burned the second largest city on this side of Westeros because someone in it angered you? It’s inconceivable,” she says with disbelief.“Aye,” you say with a shrug, “and this Lord Gyles is the most obvious target of my wrath now. I intend to make it clear that I will burn him in his bed the next time I catch his scent. I don’t care if he is the greatest copper clipper in the Realm.”“He IS the greatest copper clipper in the Realm, you bloody madman,” she says irately “Not for long. He has few friends and many enemies, I’m told. I’m just to give him a little push, whether that can be done with words or a shove from a balcony remains to be seen,” you state with some relish.She huffs. “Right. Then I will speak first. This will be a mess if you’re going around menacing people in court and then I show up afterwards claiming you should hold my title. They may deny my request and seek out someone better behaved to rule my lands if I don’t get to them before you do.”“That… seems reasonable. We are on equal footing socially, so there is no reason you couldn’t step forward before me,” you concede.
>>3842668You can't help feeling a sense of relief that she was willing to share her ties with you first. Hopefully this shared knowledge will strengthen your ties further. There is still one nagging thing for you to address. Lord Varys is clearly using both of you for some larger scheme. That in itself is no real surprise, but you’re more than a little offended that he would so blatantly use you without discussing the bigger picture with you as well. It’s possible there is some sort of cultural misunderstanding here. He is surrounded on near constantly by utter cunts who lack even a semblance of loyalty towards anything but their own coffers. Jaded people who take their oaths as cute suggestions rather than as something sacred. Most definitely not your people. Perhaps if you can convey this to him, then you and he may be able to maintain a healthier working relationship. The real question is whether you will invite Lady Maeve to join you in your chat. You’re honestly not sure whether that will make him more or less pliable to you, if for no other reason than that it’s difficult to appreciate what sort of relationship he really has with your ally from her words alone. You suppose the feeling is mutual, especially considering Maeve doesn’t, and may never, know of Esmeralda’s part in all of this. A secret you plan on keeping close regardless of her involvement in your affairs. That detail aside, it could end up leading to a more productive conversation if she was able to similarly press Lord Varys, provided he is willing to work with both of you.>Speak to Varys with Maeve>Speak to Varys aloneI'll leave this open a little longer than I normally would because it's a sensitive subject area, but I do still plan on at least one or two more updates tonight.
>>3842696>Speak to Varys with MaeveCompartmentalization helps him, not us.
>>3842696>Speak to Varys alonedomino effect. She affects the larger houses, which in turn effect the bigger ones and possible the vale or something.>>3842703But should he know that we know that he knows, and she knows too?
>>3842712>But should he know that we know that he knows, and she knows too?Big brain talk. He's going to know one way or another, and probably already does.
>>3842696>>Speak to Varys alone>>3842703yeah, but we wouldn't feel as free to talk with her and vice versa. Just because he may trust us doesn't mean the same to be true for a woman. We could lead these choices and we swore to him. We don't know if he is simply using her and as she put it simply gave her choices she should follow.
>>3842696We should fuck with Varys a bit before asking for him to be a bit more direct with us, whatever we decide.">Cormaic: "Did you know that I know that you know what Maeve knows and we both know?"Varys::"...No?"
>>3842761True, she might not be as in the know as us. That could lead to some trust issues.>>3842696>>3842703Changing my vote>Speak to Varys alone
>>3842696>>Speak to Varys alone>>3842762>Cormaic: "Did you know that I know that you know what Maeve knows and we both know?"Also supporting this
>>3842696>>Speak to Varys alone
Well that's some solid consensus if I've ever seen it! I'll get to writing for meeting with Varys alone, but it'll probably take a little bit. As usual, write-ins are appreciated and I'll be peaking in just in case anyone wanted to say anything specific to him or ask any questions.
>Speak to Varys aloneThere’s no need to resort to bringing Maeve into this yet. If the state you found here in is any indication, she has enough on her plate already. Besides, you’ve had your fill of plotting for the night, even if you can’t shake the feeling that you’ve really just begun. >Oh, my dear knight, we are just getting started.Your new Lord’s tittering words echo in your mind and you feel a chill run down your spine despite the warm summer night. A feeling you may need to get used to. Maeve settles into your side amongst the new silence. You hold her gently for a while on the ground beneath the tree, alternating between idle talk and enjoying the sounds of the woods. The two of you eventually make your way back together, getting a wry look from the two Sparrowhawks pulling watch for your troubles. You stop in front of the door to her room. There is a certain desperation in the look she gives you. A desire to pull you into her room and have you to herself. To pretend, if only for one night, that you truly are lovers and not merely allies. But she leaves it all unsaid, no doubt from fear of your response, but which response? What would be worse? She spares you the further turmoil with a murmured good night after a chaste kiss that awkwardly lands on your chin.You wake early the next morning with the rising sun and find your wife still deep in her own sleep and taking up as much of the bed as her small frame will allow. Instead of lazing about as you normally would, you head to the room serving as your office and leave the door open. As you suspected, a servant walks in before long, no doubt seeking to fulfill their duties before they would have to contend with the apparent displeasure of your presence. They seem shocked to see you awake and poised in your chair, as if expecting company. You calmly remark that you’d like to speak to the Master Ryvas regarding the future accommodations of guests. The woman is pale as a sheet and nearly drops her brush and bucket in her haste, exiting the room in a hurry with several bows in the face of your grim smile. Hopefully your words have the intended effect and the Spider comes scurrying here soon, preferably without his typical theatrical entrances. A warm meal finds its way to your desk shortly after, the word of your wakefulness spreading quickly through the premises. Upon finishing catching up on your letters, Ciara typically summarizes them for you though you do like to check for details upon occasion, you walk the grounds for a short while and watch as Ciara leaves with Tyrra to meet Anders for their planned sept adventure. It’s beyond you why a young couple would want to kneel before statues instead of doing… whatever it is young couples do when accompanied by escorts with kill orders.
>>3843029Soon enough, Atia comes around with half-lidded eyes that open more fully, eying you critically and giving you a slight sniff. “You need a bath. You slept in our bed with the new silk sheets after your dirty hunting games? You must know how expensive those are,” she scolds. You don’t and now you truly don’t want to.She shoos you off in that direction and you see little reason to fight her on it. She joins you after you settle in the rising steam. Surprisingly, or perhaps not considering your wife, Lady Maeve enters with Atia and robes are left at the door as you lean back watching the two enter. You’re not sure what precisely caused it, but the atmosphere is different than it was two nights ago. Maybe Atia is just feeling tired or maybe she’s made her point, but she doesn’t put in as much effort into being at the center of things and puts more attention on Maeve. The two of them help wash each other and it ends up being far from chaste. Atia eventually pulls you into their midst and you get a similar treatment before things escalate, if only just so. The whole affair a lazy and drawn out thing.You leave the women to their own business for the evening. Ciara has returned and you’re sure that’s somehow interesting to everyone. You instead have a fire prepared in the office and sink into your chair still dressed in your robes. You gaze into the flames for quite some time, lost in thought yet seeing little and less, though the sight is still oddly calming. Eventually you feel an unannounced presence in the room. So much for a lack of theatrics. “My Lord,” you offer in greeting without looking up from the flames.“Ser Cormaic, a pleasure, I do hope,” he says with too much sweetness layered onto his words.“Have you ever gazed into the flames, my Lord?” You finally break your trance and focus on him fully, your eyes still feeling alight. He’s sweating lightly and if you’re not mistaken, you see genuine fear wrought across his features as his eyes dart between you and the fireplace. Fascinating.“I can’t say,” he says hoarsely, his voice catching, “your message was received, and your point made, Ser. What is it that was so urgent?”“When you came here, did you know that I knew what you know about what Maeve and I both know?”“I’m… sorry. What? No? Are you well, Ser?” he asks with confusion.
>>3843034You chuckle slightly. “Forgive the mincing of words, my Lord. I so rarely get the chance to indulge in southern wordplay. I’ll be blunt then. I know you pushed Lady Maeve in my direction. Your ploy worked, but I’m sure you know that. I don’t care to hear apologies. We wouldn’t be speaking if I had cause to feel wronged,” you add firmly, “I only seek to clear the air, as it were. Last time you did most of the talking, as is your right, but you seem to have taken my own contributions to the discussion for granted.”“Oh? Do elaborate, Ser,” he says, folding his hands together and looking at you strangely.“I may be different than my people in some ways. It’s true. However, I still take my oaths no less seriously than they do. I swore my services to you, but perhaps I didn’t impart the gravity of my decision onto you. You have my loyalty. Not the false smiles and clasping of arms with daggers behind backs of the court, but true loyalty. I may keep a different God, but I’d like to imagine this one would strike me down like any other for breaking such an oath. So, let us do this properly.”You stand with a dagger in hand and cut your palm. You place the dagger back on the table with the hilt facing Varys. Thankfully, he takes the hint and picks it up. He stares at you with a twinkle in his eye before carefully repeating your act. The two of you clasp hands and you give him a firm shake. “Bound by Blood.”“Bound by Blood,” he repeats softly. “You would have questions then, Ser.”“I would at least like to know what it is you’re trying to accomplish with the Clawmen,” you answer.“A fair ask. Simply put, nothing. I want to maintain the status quo there as much as it can be maintained. I understand Brune has replaced Crabb and this is incidental to me, but the houses must not fall under one banner. Lord Eustace is far from the worst lord I’ve seen, but he doesn’t know what he’s playing at with this naked ambition. An alliance between all of the Crackclaw houses is one thing, but having the entire alliance answer to him is foolhardy. The Crown would see a united Point as a threat, a hotbed for loyalist insurrection, and I assure you it would not remain so for long. He needs to be checked. As does Lord Clarence Crabb with his attempt at matching this foolishness. That path leads to civil war amongst your neighbors and benefits no one. The best chance for maintaining order is to keep everyone at the same level of power. Your colorful neighbor, Lord Hardy, commands a sizeable force and won’t tolerate anyone gaining power over him. Nor should you and Lady Pyne, who can nearly match him when combined. That would bring this game from one or two factions to four relative equals. From there, a mutually beneficial alliance may be brokered. One that won’t see any more good men and women killed needlessly. That’s all I seek, Ser Cormaic.”
>>3843036You nod. It’s essentially what Maeve has already told you, only with more details that fill in the gaps. You suppose it makes a deal of sense. A united front of some of the most stubborn, provocative dragon men within a few days’ march of the Iron Throne would demand a response from the hammer swinging oaf that caused the deaths of countless thousands after merely being rejected by a woman. You are still curious as to why this would matter so much to him. Why would he care what happens to a group of stubborn swamp people? You doubt you’ll get the answer you’re looking for even after your impromptu ceremony, so you leave it.“Where do you see me in all of this? I don’t mean within Crackclaw politics, that much is obvious. I mean in regard to our working relationship,” you ask.“You may have heard this before, Ser, but you are a very frightening man… and remarkably perceptive given your background, meaning no offense. I find myself with many problems and places amongst which my little birds can’t fly safely. I would have you act as the hawk in their stead. I do so hope to avoid having to resort to such methods when I can, but sadly these are such trying times and sometimes a less delicate touch is required,” he says with a dramatic sigh, settling back into his typical role.He asks after Esmeralda briefly and seems almost unduly pleased that you’re both learning Pentoshi. The conversation dies down shortly after and he begs his leave, leaving you alone to your thoughts. You have very little left to accomplish before you get your official business here over with. Perhaps you have nothing at all left. It all depends on how you’d like to approach the betrothal negotiations. You could speak with the Lord Brax very soon, within the next few days, and hopefully iron out a suitable arrangement before you attend court. That would spare the lord learning more of the unsavory parts of your reputation, but it would also mean you wouldn’t be known for swearing to the daughter of his liege lord. Which will you handle first?>Ciara’s wedding negotiations with the Lord Brax>Swearing before the Iron ThroneWhew, even more dialog than I anticipated. That’s all for tonight. I’ll call the vote tomorrow and we’ll pick up again on Saturday at 7:30 EST.
>>3843041>but it would also mean you wouldn’t be known for swearing to the daughter of his liege lord. Which will you handle first?could you elaborate on this? I am having a hard time deciphering this with my caveman brain...
>>3843041>Swearing before the Iron Throne
>>3843044I think it means lord Brax would not learn of the dirty things we've done, if we meet him first but won't net the bonus of him knowing us swear to cerci who's dad is Braxs lord?
>>3843044This:>>3843049You're still set to make a show of swearing to Cersei and Lord Brax owes allegiance to her father, Lord Tywin, so it certainly can't hurt when dealing with a lord from the Westerlands. The counterbalance being that some less savory details about you will be coming out at the same time (an apparent love of fire, a second bastard on the way with a noblewoman).
>>3843058>a second bastard on the way with a noblewomanAre we telling or lady payne?
>>3843059Thankfully, she is. From above:>She huffs. “Right. Then I will speak first. This will be a mess if you’re going around menacing people in court and then I show up afterwards claiming you should hold my title. They may deny my request and seek out someone better behaved to rule my lands if I don’t get to them before you do.”So she'd be making her case and naming you as the acting Knight of Pynewatch on the premise that your child with her will take over when they come of age. Not an atypical arrangement given the circumstances. Then you'd be obliged to swear in on behalf of both houses.
>>3843041>That would spare the lord learning more of the unsavory parts of your reputation, but it would also mean you wouldn’t be known for swearing to the daughter of his liege lord. Which will you handle first?Could we ask Ciara what she think's the right call would be? With all the time she's been spending around the young bastard I would assume she has some idea of whether his father is more likely to be swayed negatively by our bad needs or positively by our link to Cersei.
>>3843041>Swearing before the Iron ThroneI don't remember if we were settled on size of reparations therefore we don't know dowry we can offer.
>>3843173Varys says the amount is set, iirc
>>3843173I already deducted the reparations from your total available wealth in the excel sheet, just for convenience. Same for the tournament you all agreed to host.
>>3843100There's already been a couple votes indicating a desire to keep her out of your plans. Her info on what you've been up to is kinda patchy. She didn't even know about your new god until last night.
>>3843041>Ciara’s wedding negotiations with the Lord Brax
>>3843041>>Swearing before the Iron Throne
>>3843041>>Ciara’s wedding negotiations with the Lord Brax
Looks like handling Ciara's business first takes it 3-4. I'll have the intro up at 7:30pm EST tomorrow!
>Beginning of year 284You spend the next several days in a state of relaxation, counting down the days until you have to deal with the unpleasantness of court, and a fine week it has been. You even hosted a small, simple feast for your men to celebrate the turning of the new year. Anders was present at Ciara’s insistence and had requested to speak with you before departing. Apparently, his father, Lord Andros Brax, invites you to dine with him at your convenience. You end up consenting and offer to meet him tomorrow night. You still have another two weeks to wait and may as well do something productive with your time. After all, this whole wedding affair is less about your own personal connections and more about what you can tangibly offer his son. And what he can offer you. At least you hope so, you can’t claim to know the man well enough to judge whether he places more stock in appearance or function, but Anders is a good enough sort and speaks of him with admiration bordering on reverence. You end up receiving more visitors around midday before your meeting with Lord Andros, this time from your own lands. One of the many merchant cogs that dock in and around the capital had swung near enough to your own lands to drop off some passengers along with your latest 100 dragons in profit. Atia cradled the bag of gold almost lovingly, as if your child had just been born. She’s started to show a little on her belly, if only just, and is truly lovelier for it. Two reunions take place soon after. First Aodhan’s girl, Einin, approaches with a shy smile before being scooped up with an uncharacteristic display of emotion from your quiet friend. The girl is definitely showing more than Atia now. By Aodhan’s reckoning, this is probably the product of his homecoming almost five months ago. Even you can’t help cracking a genuine smile at their happiness, instead of your typical smirk.The second guest of note wipes the smile from your face instantly. Lady Shona Boggs. Your mother. And she looks fucking furious. What do?>Your heir is on the way and your legacy will be carried on. Stand tall and face your death with dignity.>Oh wow, look at the time. The sun is at its highest point. Time to head to dinner. Right now.
>>3845798>Oh wow, look at the time. The sun is at its highest point. Time to head to dinner. Right now.Hey remember that bet? GUESS WHO'S CALLING IT RIGHT THE FUCK NOW
>>3845798>Oh wow, look at the time. The sun is at its highest point. Time to head to dinner. Right now.Take the shortcut through the window and down 3 levels.Don't worry, these usually rope tied to a beam jutting out on the second level and a wagon full of hay at the bottom!
>>3845798>>Oh wow, look at the time. The sun is at its highest point. Time to head to dinner. Right now.Time to put the bet with Maeve to work.
>>3845808>>3845814>>3845868Calling and writing!
>Oh wow, look at the time. The sun is at its highest point. Time to head to dinner. Right now.You’re not retreating. This is a tactical withdrawal. A huge difference. By her screeching as you pivot on the spot and run towards your horse, your mother lacks the experience in warfare to appreciate this, but no matter; you won your wager with Maeve fairly and this is her problem now. If she makes a mess out of things, well you’ve slept in the woods before. In a way, you prefer it. No one ever bothers you out in nature. And so, you ride from the stables at a brisk pace clad in your basilisk leathers with your bow hanging from the saddle. Good enough for a meeting at an inn, you hope.You take the Iron Gate into the city instead of the Dragon Gate, though both are about equidistant from your own property, and make a right turn onto the Street of Silk. You come across the heat and hammers of Coppersmith’s Wynd soon enough and make a brief detour to see to a certain necklace your wife was playfully pouting about last month. Her nameday is in a fortnight and though she never mentioned this to you, some sort of ploy if you’ve even seen one, Tyrra was thankfully able to communicate the warning during your language lessons. After your commission is handled, a simple affair when you’re providing the pearls yourself, you turn to your left upon the next market square, making your way pass the stalls that are still being rebuilt and coming upon a series of competing inns and taverns soon enough. Perhaps it is the proximity to Rhaenys’s Hill that brings more affluent clientele to this particular neighborhood, you can’t say, but the slew of banners in this rare patch of green attest to the patronage of a good chunk of the lords bannermen of the Westerlands.That isn’t to say this is some noble host of houses and their families. You’ve seen your fair share of camp followers and local whores sauntering about and the vast majority of the patrons are knights and lordlings still half dressed for battle. Royal Wedding or no, these men clearly had the sense to keep their womenfolk far away from the city they so brutalized. Small wonder after the talk you’ve heard of rampant banditry along both the Kingsroad and Goldroad. If talk is true, there will be a larger celebration with a grand tournament when Dragonstone is brought to heel, but for now a wedding and bedding is apparently all that is needed to ease the tensions between the west and the rest. Or so you’re told. Varys may be of a different opinion.
>>3846136It doesn’t take you too long to spot the unicorn banner amongst the host. You don’t see Ser Anders at first, but he comes rushing out soon enough after you dismount and speak to a couple of his father’s men-at-arms. “Ser Cormaic! We weren’t expecting you until a little later. Welcome to our temporary home,” he says, clasping your arm in greeting and gaining some curious stares from the other knights lazing about. A few you recognize from the tournament, and they you if their nods are any indication.You head into the inn with its freshly painted lion sign hanging out front, no doubt an attempt to avoid further pillaging, and see what you could easily describe as an older Anders. No doubt there are no questions of parentage here. A large man likely approaching his fortieth year with thinning brown hair going to grey and amber brown eyes that regard you critically. In truth, he could pass for a Clawman readily enough if he bothered to grow a proper beard. He’s dressed in a simple dark gambeson with his house’s sigil emblazoned over the left breast, which does put you somewhat at ease. A man that dines down with his men upon bread and ale wearing simple clothing should be the type of man that you can speak with without all frivolities some of these southerners enjoy. Ser Anders spares you the trouble of introducing yourself, as he should, and begs his leave with a bow. A nod from his father sends the three other men at the table away as well, giving you some semblance of privacy for your meeting. “My Lord,” you say with a curt nod as you sit.“Ser Cormaic. I’m glad you could find the time to meet. I’m told my boy Anders has struck up a courtship with your sister,” he says with a wry smile, perhaps recalling his own youth.“Aye, my Lord. It seems they both have taken a liking for each other. My sister, Lady Ciara, has urged me to negotiate a betrothal and I see little reason to refuse her,” you say, taking a mug of offered ale.“I see,” he leans forward with a neutral expression, “tell me, Ser. What do you imagine such a young couple without means of their own will do after wedding?”“I’ve a new regiment of infantry being raised at this very moment. I should like to see them captained by one who has taken his knightly vows. It seems both of them find the offer to be agreeable,” you say.“A fine enough arrangement. It would be a suitable way for a young knight such as Anders to learn the ways of command, especially in these times of newfound peace,” he says thoughtfully, “I would have liked to offer him a similar posting myself, but I’m afraid my Lady wife would be most wroth at the suggestion and I do like my bed. Perhaps this is for the best. Only, I confess this is a little unexpected. Your sister is of noble birth, yes?” You confirm with a nod. “Then why are you so agreeable to marry her to a bastard, Ser? I would know more.”
>>3846141“Simple, my Lord. Bastards have their own sorts of issues, but those that keep the Old Ways don’t treat them quite as poorly as Sevenfolk do. Hell, I have a bastard of my own. A spirited thing who celebrated her second name day recently,” you say with a fond smile, “if I had to guess, I’d say my sister’s opinion of them was also improved by the girl. In any case, makes no difference to me where the lad comes from so long as his sword arm isn’t affected.”He seems pleased enough but for one thing. “Good then. However, you say the Old Ways. Am I to understand your lot don’t keep the faith of the Seven?”“I don’t,” you say bluntly, “nor do my smallfolk or any of my men for that matter. I won’t force anyone to convert to any faith. I don’t much care what they do in their free time.”He crosses his arms with a slight frown. “Meaning no offense, Ser, but I won’t see a son of mine, natural or not, wed in any place but a sept. Nor would he, I would expect.”You lean back in your chair, subconsciously crossing your own arms in mirror of his own. “Also meaning no offense, my Lord, but I’ve agreed to nothing yet. I’d like to see my sister happy, truly, but I could loose an arrow into the sky and have it land on a halfway competent knight in this city. I would know what you can bring to the table to sweeten this deal, my Lord, as I’m sure you would of me.”His frown deepens, but he seems nonetheless relieved at the direction of the conversation. No doubt he expected as much coming into it and is glad that’s all there is to it. “I take it you’re not overly familiar with the state of the Westerlands, Ser, but I can state with confidence that I am the iron trade there. If you’re interested in trading in such, raw product or preferably finished steel, then I’m sure I could come to some sort of arrangement if only for the benefit of my boy.”“And likewise, my Lord, I think it best to inform you that I’m the pearl trade in… well, I suppose anywhere that I’ve ever known. I won’t see pearls traded out west to be turned into jewelry when I could have raw metals traded out east instead. Only steel does me little good, considering my own elites are well-equipped already and the metal doesn’t lend itself well to what I have in mind,” you say honestly.He eyes you for a moment before saying, “it seems we may be at an impasse then, Ser.”“Perhaps, my Lord. Perhaps not. I have many neighbors that will no doubt seek to resupply their own forces after the losses they’ve suffered. Thankfully, none of them are sitting on any iron mines that I know of. Your own mines may not have the gold or silver I seek, but I could see myself settling for better relations back at home. Along with a small finder’s fee for my troubles, of course,” you say with a smile. Your wife would be proud, you think.
And here comes the crucial part. You’ve both laid the majority of your cards on the table, but what will be agreed upon is another matter entirely. His face sours at the prospect of selling castle forged steel at what would amount to a discount to his profits and none to his buyers. You could maybe get him to agree to a finder’s fee of fifty to one hundred dragons per hundred men equipped, maybe, but any more than that would be blatantly fucking him. In return, it seems he wants to see his son married in a sept at the very least. A demand that will surely lead to an endless stream of complaints from the rest of your house, not to mention the prospect of having to sit or stand, you don’t know, through some boring lickspittle ceremony wrought with dogma. Still, you think there is more to be gained here if you’re willing to offer something first. For one, what will you offer as a dowry?*>500 dragons. (2.5 wealth) A paltry sum for a noblewoman, even one of relatively low status, but you are also offering a position within your house to Ser Anders.>1000 dragons (5 wealth) Not an overly impressive amount, but enough to be considered appropriate.>1500 dragons (7.5 wealth) More than some would expect, and you’d think enough to put a smile on a face. >2000 dragons (10 wealth) An impressive dowry for one such as your sister by any means. It should make Lord Andros more agreeable to your own demands.*Dowry would be subtracted upon the wedding itself, so it’s fine if you don’t have the gold on hand yet.Also, agree to allow the wedding to take place within a sept, provided Ciara is also agreeable?>Yes>NoThat’s it for tonight. I’ll close the vote tomorrow. I’ll do a short update tomorrow night with the results after some quick rolls, but you can expect a longer run on Monday as we dive into our appearance at court. Thanks for playing!
>>3846221>Also, agree to allow the wedding to take place within a sept, provided Ciara is also agreeable?>>YesHow much money will we have left after the reparations?
>>3846232We have 6 wealth left. But we've most things paid off already. This would really just hamper our speed of creating the new unit. But even se we could likely push their own wedding on for a while. I'm not sure if it would be to classy to have our own wedding ceremony/child's name day along with her wedding seems cheap. >>3846221>>YesFor reparations I think 7.5 is more than what anyone would expect for a bastard. But the 10 wealth brings us plenty of good faith. And a better starting relationship with the family. Which we may need, and considering the unit we will be creating itll help pay for their increase as well. Anyone care to make an argument over these small points?
>>3846232You're sitting on 1300 dragons, 6.5 wealth, right now with reparations taken out of the picture. Y gain 100 dragons (.5 wealth) per month due to your pearl trade. Next month will be another house fortunes roll where you may gain more or even lose some depending on where the dice fall. The wedding likely wouldn't be for at least 2 or 3 months, but could be pushed back further if needed. Worst case scenario, you could even scrap your tournament plans entirely and recoup your 4 wealth from it. Any of the options are realistically affordable. It's more of a case of how much you value this particular alliance/relationship when compared to the dozen other things you can spend your gold on.
>>3846249I'd go for 5 wealth, but he doesn't know about the things we've done yet so it may balance out in the future, or perhaps the Cersi thing already balances it out, so this clearly puts us in the lead if we put forth 7.5.Maybe we can meet in the middle, with 1250 Dragons?
>>3846278>>3846259So I'd say we should at least do 7.5 if not 10 wealth because once the docks are created our aquaculture will also be done. Doubling our trade fro. As well as the doubling from the dock creation.So now instead of .5 wealth per MONTH (not fortune roll) we would earn 2 wealth per month. Now that being said, we should have plenty of wealth to throw around then.(6 months)Also if we gain .5 wealth for each shipment of weapons best believe we may earn that amount back. It may not be with in 1 year or 2. But eventually we would make back the difference. Also allies are always nice. Just saying g with 2 wealth a month coming in a month. We could afford to be frivolous with this mutually beneficial trade deal. Best believe once the negotiating comes to the table to hash out the deal once Atia's hands touch this we would likely be on the winning side.
>>3846352The first order we make will likely contain a shipment for our unit, as well as potentially Meave's. And at least 1 more alliance leader. Meaning we could easily make that as a way of "sweetening the pot" we will be buying whole sale of sorts since even in the beginning we would be buying a decent portion if stock from him.
>>3846352But it will leave us with very little flexibility in the short and medium terms.If hes willing to accept the payments in installments then sure, I'll go for 7.5
>>3846221>>1000 dragons (5 wealth) Not an overly impressive amount, but enough to be considered appropriate.Not rude and more than appropriate for a bastard.
>>3846221>1500 dragons (7.5 wealth) More than some would expect, and you’d think enough to put a smile on a face. I'd like for a 1250 dragons option here.
>>3846352You do have a good point, and it wil lapy off in the long term.>>3846741We'll its more to gain favor and access to his iron and finished products like swords and armor at good discount rates.
>>3846794-will play off-
>>3846221>1500 dragons (7.5 wealth) More than some would expect, and you’d think enough to put a smile on a face.>YesAs we've been saying, we won't force faith on anyone but if Ciara agrees then we've no reason to care. Get a solid alliance in the west and that'll also help our cover as the queens man.
>>3846221>>1500 dragons (7.5 wealth) More than some would expect, and you’d think enough to put a smile on a face.>Yes
>>3846221>1500 dragons (7.5 wealth) More than some would expect, and you’d think enough to put a smile on a face.or>2000 dragons (10 wealth) An impressive dowry for one such as your sister by any means. It should make Lord Andros more agreeable to your own demands.He paid 2k gold for a bastard let the people wonder
For those wondering, Lord Andros is selling steel with the castle forged upgrade from his house weaponsmith in pic related. They go for 2 wealth per unit instead of the 1 wealth it normally costs to upgrade a unit's weapons, but grant 1 extra damage. This will only apply to weapon upgrades, not armor or bows.
Calling it for:>1500 dragons (7.5 wealth)>Yes to sept weddingCan I get 3d6 (best of 3) for Persuasion (Convince)?
Rolled 3, 1, 5 = 9 (3d6)>>3847879
Rolled 3, 5, 4 = 12 (3d6)>>3847879
>>3847892Not bad for my first roll
Rolled 1, 2, 1 = 4 (3d6)>>3847879
>>3847882>>3847892>>3847898Alright, writing! It'll just be the one update tonight. More to come tomorrow.>>3847897Not bad at all. Especially since you just made my bookkeeping easier.
>Rolled 9,12,4 vs DC 6 (12 starting -3 sept wedding -3 generous dowry)>Success, 2 degrees“A finder’s fee, eh? So, you’d have me take a cut to my profits without my customers even seeing a benefit? Seems close to thievery, Ser,” he says gruffly.“I plan on gifting the young couple a dowry of 1500 dragons. No small sum given their standings, but I would like them to be happy, as I’m sure you would as well, my Lord. I would appreciate your assistance in offsetting the cost. 100 dragons per shipment sent out east would be suitable,” you say neutrally.“100 dragons is a fourth of my profit,” he says with crossed arms, “my Lady wife would have my balls if I brought back this deal. She dislikes the boy enough without having to tolerate the news of him being the cause of her own sons by me inheriting less gold than they could’ve.”“Just so, my Lord. As it happens, I have a woman back at my villa, a lovely thing whose family I do a great deal of trade with, who specifically wouldn’t have my balls if I come back with a contract that is worth less than 100 dragons per shipment. She’s Pentoshi and their sort love gold more than most,” you say with an attempt at a smile. “The best I can do is to sweeten the deal and offset some of the burden of shipping that you’d likely face. How does this sound? Direct your shipments straight down the Goldroad as you would and send them to my villa outside the gates of this very city. I’ll take my cut from there and handle the rest of the shipping out to the swamps and woods for you. I would be doing most of the work for you at that point.”“That may still not be enough,” he says, but with less resistance than before.You stare at him for a few moments. “I will allow them to marry in a sept and will put a stop to any ill content amongst my folk regarding their faith. That’s the last concession I can make, my Lord,” you say gruffly, leaning back in your own chair after finishing your second mug.A few minutes of silence passes before Lord Andros says, “I was warned you Clawmen were a stubborn lot and that you were the worst of them. Seems they were right,” he signs, “but I can see the benefit for both of our houses. You have yourself a deal, Ser. A sept in this very city, nothing less.”The two of you shake firmly and he shows his grip is no softer for his age. You share another round of ale with him along with Anders, who is doing his best, and failing, to keep a stoic look at the news his father delivered to him. After a short time, you leave him to his celebrating. Apparently his brother, or half-brother at least, and several of his friends are also staying at the inn. Nothing against them personally, but they’re not exactly your sort of people. You leave after a short while for home and a hopefully calmer mother. >Continued tomorrow!
And a calmer mother is what you get, to some extent. She keeps making this face at you as if she’s eaten a bucket of sour lemons, but it’s an improvement over the murderous expression you glimpsed in your earlier flight. The Ladies have already supped without you, but none of them have yet retired for the evening. It seems Lady Shona has taken it upon herself to drink on the behalf of both Atia and Maeve as well, and to your surprise Ciara couldn’t be too far behind her in her own cups. You never told her the business of your meeting with the Lord Brax, but perhaps she’s pieced it together herself, or your traitorous wife has confided in her. “You were raised with more sense than this,” your mother repeats herself, “of all the follies, getting a noblewoman with child just after having a secret wedding to a foreigner and then announcing it all to a king and his court, who I may add you just finished warring with, reads like something out of tome of tragic histories.”“It was for the good of the house,” you say defensively.“The good of the house? The good of the house, really? Barth nearly pissed himself with laughter when I read him the letter your dutiful sister sent. Anything that has that lunatic so tickled is most certainly not just for the good of the house,” she laments.“I may be able to help offset any damage to your family’s reputation, Lady Shona. It’s the least I can do,” Lady Maeve says in an innocent tone you’ve never heard her use before.“What do you mean, dear?” It seems your mother has forgiven at least one of you already…“Well, I could make myself appear further along than I am… a simple alteration of a dress. I’ll tell them I sought comfort in Ser Cormaic’s arms near five month’s past upon his homecoming and after word of my family’s losses. I believe the girl you brought with you, Einin, she fell pregnant around that time, yes? I will do my best to emulate her size beneath the dress,” Maeve says haltingly, as if she hadn’t been scheming this up for some time as you suspect. You lean back thoughtfully, considering her words. Your mother speaks first though. “What if you’re caught and exposed? What of the timing of the birth? It would be so far off. And it still makes my son look unchivalrous to say the least. He would’ve been expected to wed you had you been with child so early,” she says cautiously.
>>3850139“Even this brute of a king won’t scandalize a woman such as myself by calling attention to her belly. I would imagine there is little at all to fear there, my Lady. And Ser Cormaic’s marriage only requires a simple truth, that he and Atia fell in love. I will say I did not realize my condition until after they had wed. They did meet and wed rather fast, as anyone aware of their circumstances could attest. I’m sure they will be convincing, yes?”“Just so! I would be happy to show my love for my darling for all the world to see,” Atia coos, clinging to you to varying flickers of annoyance from the rest of the table that she completely ignores, smug in her place on your arm.“Very nice, yet how will you explain a newborn babe to our neighbors when they’re expecting a child that is starting to walk on her own two feet,” your mother says somewhat testily. “His. It’s a boy,” Maeve corrects with a touch of coldness, “I will deal with it if it becomes an issue, but I doubt any of them will take their complaints to a king they despise, nor am I sure he would care to listen even if they did. In any case, both Lord Clarence and Lord Eustace seek to form an alliance of some sort. Calling the timeline of my son’s conception into question will have me on a horse heading home before the meeting is concluded and I should hope they have the wit to know that or this alliance is doomed already.”“They could stop you from leaving though. The Brunes went for force against the Caves,” your sister points out.“They could, but they won’t. They goaded that fool of a Lord Cave into giving them cause to war on them. Ciara, I know it’s hard to see because he’s your brother, but they hold some fear of Ser Cormaic. I’ve heard them speak of him, even mine own kin,” Maeve says patiently, “he was unsettling to begin with as a youth and now he has a reputation for causing havoc in places he shouldn’t be able to be. I would wager yours is the only house that somehow came out of The Trident better off than before the battle.”Ciara looks troubled by her friend’s words, but your mother doesn’t seem the least bit bothered. Old news to her, no doubt. Perhaps now is a decent time to turn the conversation to happier news. You could bring up your agreement with Lord Andros. If not, they will all likely retire for the night soon and she can hear it from Ser Anders on the morrow.>Speak of Ciara’s now official betrothal yourself>Don’t, the news can wait until tomorrow
>>3850143>Speak of Ciara’s now official betrothal yourself
>>3850149>Good news sister you will have sept wedding!
>>3850143>>Speak of Ciara’s now official betrothal yourself
>Speak of Ciara’s now official betrothal yourself“You lot gossip about everything and yet I don’t get a single question on what I’ve been up to for half the day,” you say lightly.Ciara’s eyes widen with anticipation, but she can’t seem to form the words. “Well get on with it then,” your mother and Maeve say almost in sync.You roll your eyes and oblige them. “I shared some ale with Lord Andros Brax at the tavern he’s staying at. A respectable enough man. First men blood if his stubbornness is any indication though a Seven worshipper through and through. Seems to think a wedding could only take place in a sept. An odd notion. Your thoughts on this, sister.”“Yes! Yes. A sept is fine, I don’t care,” she says hurriedly to your mother’s growing frown.“As I thought. Just as well then. Mother you are going to age more rapidly if you don’t stop all of that frowning. Anyway, he and I came to terms. You’re to marry Ser Anders in a few months’ time. That is, if you consent,” you add.She springs from her seat, headless of the cups she’s knocked over and wraps you in a tight, smothering hug while thanking you profusely. You pat her back awkwardly past her mop of fiery curls, unused to so much affection from her. Everyone, even your mother who is no doubt a little sore over the sept business, can’t help but smile and congratulate her. “And? What of the details? Surely there was more than a yes or no here,” Atia presses.“Right you are, love. We came to a mutually beneficial arrangement. Lord Andros has agreed to ship castle forged weapons out to our home here, provided there are buyers. We will complete the transport from there and will receive 100 dragons for each shipment. Which should be a fourth of the profit at the going rate. Lord Andros agreed it was a suitable way to help offset the 1500 dragons I’m providing as a dowry.” This earns you a second embrace and a round of positive words from the rest. It’s almost funny, really. It seems as if you’re so generous for handing out gold that will inevitably end up serving your house in one way or another. “My sweet husband! The numbers are just so perfect. I knew I could count on you,” she says the last into your ear in a way the raises the hairs on the back of your neck.You end up leaving for the comfort of your bed with your wife by your side soon after. It’s safe to say your… transaction with Lady Maeve is at an end, provided she is with child. By her own reckoning, if it was to happen this month then it already has. And besides that, your mother may just finally lose her composure if she catches word that a girl she remembers playing with your sister when they were youths is occasionally sharing a bed with you and your wife.
>>3850375You spend the next two weeks in relative peace, spending your time with your family, still with an emphasis on learning alongside Tyrra and Esmeralda. You’ve heard news of the Royal Wedding commencing upon the second week, but it was a small affair considering the horrible weather and the ever-present “threat” looming about Dragonstone. It’s Ciara, pale of face, who finds you out on your picnic with Esmeralda several days after the Royal Wedding. It seems nature itself has deemed the new King and Queen worthy of a wedding gift. Her Grace Queen Rhaella Targaryen has passed after a difficult birth and to top it off, what remained of the Targaryen fleet has been smashed upon the rocks around Dragonstone in the great storm. The island is ripe for an assault and the King’s younger brother, some lad named Mannis or something like that, is personally leading its conquest. The war is set to be well and truly over, and you had best see to bending the knee before you’re roped in with those who held out to the bitter end. And so, at last, you make ready for court. Your new boots and cape have arrived, black as what other people likely perceive the night. Lady Maeve looks resplendent in a dress the color of the ocean storms with her necklace of your house’s pearls. Atia, for her part, has dropped all pretense of subtlety and has opted for a dress as red as those of her priests, slashed at turns to daringly reveal the skin beneath in some sections and with an unusual silk reminiscent of opal in others to draw the eye and leave the beholder guessing at whether they’re looking at the real thing or an imitation. In addition, she’s adorned herself with an array of her finest jewels along with the unique coat you gifted her upon your wedding day. You think you strike an impressive enough figure yourself, especially after all of the fussing your wife did over your hair and clothing, but the contrast between you is still obvious.
>>3850529You ride next to the litter up to the Red Keep itself and find yourself ushered along with little question after being announced by one of your men at the gate. It seems you’re either expected or the Gold Cloaks saw little reason to hold up a litter carrying two finely dressed noblewomen. Not exactly what their type would consider a threat. And how wrong they are. You come to a halt near the Great Hall, leaving your escort of men behind after assisting both your wife and Lady Maeve from the litter. The rest of the journey is for the three of you alone. However, you do encounter some more diligent resistance upon attempting to enter the hall itself. The guards here are less willing to chance a man as heavily armed as yourself, regardless of who is on his arm. You assume the presence of what can only be a member of the new Kingsguard has also made them more diligent. A rather rotund specimen for what you’d typically expect of such an esteemed order, but surely appearances can be deceiving. “By order of the Hand of the King, Lord Jon Arryn, no steel may be born upon those seeking audience with Robert Baratheon, first of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm,” the Gold Cloak proclaims in a winded and bored manner.You begin placing the various blades you keep on your person upon the table to the disquiet of the guards. One makes to take your heirloom bow as well, but you’re hesitant to hand it over. For one, Gold Cloaks are notoriously corrupt little shit stains. That, and you also were looking to swear your oath upon the bow, as would be customary. It feels wrong to undergo such a ceremony without some sort of weapon in your hands. There’s no reason why they can’t just hold onto your arrows. On the other hand, refusing to turn it over could be taken as some form of defiance.So, what will it be?>Press your luck and demand to keep the bow on your person>Acquiesce and enter without your bowThat’s it for tonight. We will get to the event itself on Wednesday night. See you then!
>>3850534>Press your luck and demand to keep the bow on your personI mean what is the point of rolling that 6 if we don't?Plus our bows not made of steel right?
>>3850534>Write in>Give up your quiver and arrows, but not your bow.
>>3850545Also, we were summoned ,we did not seek an audience technically.
>>3850547I assumed we would. We just need the bow, not boy arrow and quiver.
>>3850547>>3850545I feel like this works. What is a bow without arrows and a quiver to hold them? This answer to the "threat" of violence?Something along the lines, of we, swear by our bow, and we leave our quiver and arrows which have in a way dulled the wooden weapon we carry. That is again, NOT STEEL. >>3850554Yeah But I guess this could be a way to placate these gold shits.SO yeah, I agree with >Press your luck and demand keep the bow on your personBut to add in the write-in as an excuse. crook bastards would lose our bow and have us pay a couple silver for it.
>>3850534>Press your luck and demand to keep the bow on your person
>>3850534>>Press your luck and demand to keep the bow on your personBut hand over any arrows to placate them. Ain't no steel in our bow.
>>3850529>some lad named MannisNice. Aggghhhh>>3850534>>3850534>Press your luck and demand to keep the bow on your person
>>3850534>>Press your luck and demand to keep the bow on your person
Alright, looks like we are going to demand to keep the bow, as it is not technically steel, with the caveat that they can hold onto the arrows. Good stuff! I'll have the update up tomorrow, but can I get 3 rolls of 4d6+2 for some diplomatic intimidation?
Rolled 2, 4, 6, 4 + 2 = 18 (4d6 + 2)>>3851743
Rolled 3, 2, 5, 3 + 2 = 15 (4d6 + 2)>>3851743
Rolled 1, 2, 1, 2 + 2 = 8 (4d6 + 2)>>3851743Maybe suggest something about it being cursed against the hand of everyone who touches it without permission, but a wise city guard like him wouldn't believe something like that, would he? [stares in demonic eyes]
Rolled 4, 2, 4, 1 + 2 = 13 (4d6 + 2)>>3851743
So we ask our wife, why she isn't wearing the stag we killed.Also she can dye her hair...
>>3852184>she can dye her hair...Don't be ridiculous. We should be rocking up to the court with our Valyrian-haired wife at our side and a dragon-helm atop our head so we can present the new king with the fire-blackened skull of a great stag.
>>3852376THEN WHY ISN'T SHE WEARING THE STAG COAT OULAP? WHY ISN'T SHE WEARING THE STAG COAT?!
>>3852382Yeah, we've messed up there.
>>3852382>>3852412>she’s adorned herself with an array of her finest jewels along with the unique coat you gifted her upon your wedding day. But she is though....
>>3852382She does tho...
>>3852551I mean wearing us.
>>3852382calm down buddy
>Press your luck and demand to keep the bow on your person>Rolled 16 vs DC 9 for Intimidate>Success, 2 degrees“Gold cloaks unmanned by a bow with no arrows? Sad state this city’s been left in,” you state coolly as you toss your quiver onto the table while making a point of holding onto the bow.“Orders is orders, Ser,” the older looking one says uneasily. The Kingsguard looks on, but he makes no attempt to intervene.“I’m keeping the bow with me,” you decide in a tone that offers no further discussion. “You’re in luck though. Your orders said no steel. This isn’t steel. Looks like you won’t be getting scourged on my behalf.”They just stare at you stupidly as you walk by them. Not even the blocky Kingsguard offers any resistance. You turn to them again, not quite done yet. “Best to keep close watch on those blades. If a single one of them turns up missing for your next bowl of brown, then I will get some arrows and hunt you lot through the entire Kingswood like pigs.” You continue into the Great Hall without bothering with their reactions, knowing fear well enough when you see it. A fatigued herald in Baratheon colors hurries up to you upon your entrance and asks for yours names before announcing you to the court in a loud but hoarse voice. The gaggle of retainers and other onlookers glance in the direction of the three of you before a beehive of whispers resumes. You wait off to the side near some of the other petitioners with Atia on your left arm and Lady Maeve a step in front of you to your right. You don’t see any of your fellow Clawmen here. They likely haven’t bothered to show up yet or, in the case of at least a few Crabbs, they’re still stuck on Dragonstone waiting to be rooted out. Their loss.
>>3853974As for the throne room itself… you’re no expert on décor, but even you are far from impressed by the relatively barren hall. It’s obvious that the new regime either looted or simply removed the vast majority of the decorations and trophies the room was famous for, most notably the fabled dragon bones. The Iron Throne itself is still present, an ugly thing, towering and asymmetrical. A giant of a man that could only be King Robert Baratheon sits the throne looking uncomfortable and bored. His noticeably older Hand stands at the foot alongside a man of similar age with a turtle emblazoned upon his doublet. His Small Council and Queen sit in chairs nearby, the only others permitted the luxury of resting their feet in this hall. In truth, it isn’t much of a Small Council. Only three members are present; your true sponsor, Lord Varys, is the first you notice, but you are careful not to pay him undue attention. Alongside him is an old bearded man in a maester’s garb. The last man does grab your attention for more than a moment. A greying, fleshy man that looks like the Lord Hand if he had eaten himself and not gotten so much sun on his campaigning. Lord Gyles Arryn of Gulltown, the interim Master of Coin. He’s proudly displaying the colors of House Arryn. You wonder what his more accomplished cousin thinks of that. Of course, they are all snuffed out candles next to the new Queen. You’ve typically learned to take descriptions of rare beauty when they’re tied to women this highly born with some reservations, but Queen Cersei Lannister does in fact live up to the hype. You’re still of the opinion that your own wife has her beat, but it’s close enough where you think it would come down to personal taste alone. After standing through a few entreaties for land, title, or compensation from other nobles you couldn’t even pretend to recognize, Lady Maeve sees her opportunity and steps from the crowd into the center of the room. She sketches an uneasy curtsy, really just to play up her “condition,” before she approaches the King and Hand. The King at least has the grace to take his head off of his palm and sit up a little as he beckons her forward. “The Lady Maeve Pyne of Pynewatch!” The herald announces for the second or third time.“Forgive me, my Lady, but I had thought the Pynes of Pynewatch were a family of landed knights. Have you no knight to hold the title to your lands? Perhaps your husband or a male relative,” the Hand offers.
>>3854002“I… have no husband, my Lord Hand, and the male line of my family was extinguished in battle. But for my mother I am the last surviving member of my house,” she says with tears streaming down her face.Both the Hand and especially the King look very uncomfortable. Probably more a result of the crying woman than the notion of her dead family, but whatever works. “And I must confess that I have no husband, nor have I ever,” she says with false meekness, sparing them from asking the obvious question. This statement causes the gallery to explode into fresh whispers and conversation. It’s not every day that a noblewoman confesses to carrying a bastard in front of the court. “Then who, if I may my Lady, will you be seeking to name as the Knight Pynewatch?” The Hand asks.“Ser Cormaic Boggs, Knight of the Boggwood, has graciously agreed to act as the Knight Protector of Pynewatch until my son by him comes of age,” she announces, causing enough uproar in the room for the King himself to finally bellow, “SILENCE!”You take the obvious hint and stride to Lady Maeve’s side with Atia still accompanying you. You’re dimly aware of the herald announcing you as well, but your attention rests upon those that are now staring at you with such judgment. Lord Jon Arryn’s mouth has turned into a thin line of apparent distaste, only overshadowed by his cousin’s disgust. Queen Cersei seems amused and content to watch how this plays out, while her new husband is struggling to keep a straight face. He’s now fully engaged in the conversation, but you’re not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.>I’m gonna leave this open for a bit just to see if you guys have anything to add to the discussion that’s going to take place. If not, I’ll continue writing my best approximation of an in-character response, but write-ins are very much encouraged for the upcoming conversation. You’re the man here and are technically being named as her head of house so it’s more appropriate for you to speak first, but it’s safe to assume that Lady Maeve’s story is going to be along the lines of >>3850139
>>3854038I think it's as you say and we go with her plan for the most part. We can say we had a simple indiscretion before we met our lady wife and by the time we found out she was with child we were already married, and it will stay that way. But you will atest to being the father of her child. And duly accept being the temporary knight of Pynewatch till the child reaches of age. Nothing more to say, and I do not see anyone asking any questions. Insults later possibly but no questions really. And then we drop our bombs...I say we should say the least amount that we can atm. And let her take the lead for now. Not like we won't be trying and get that colossal blunder of burning an important town and whatnot explained.So first thing nothing to add. You should just continue...But for once we let the cat out of the bag, how are we going to explain that away boys? We caught someone trying to kill our wife and our heir. We literally caught them in the act and caught the party and tortured the info out of them. And we still have alive someone who would atest to this, but as a way to join the new king and keep the peace, we will not look further into the issue. But we will retaliate to all who wish to harm my family and those I hold close. kind of thing?
>>3854083Oh, yeah. Good point. I should've elaborated that now would be a good time to discuss how you want to go about intimidating/confessing/etc. I'm assuming you'd wait until after they've concluded with assenting to you holding the title rather than sperging out before that's resolved, but it's going to come up around when you go to swear in (you'd be turning to the table the Small Council and Queen are sitting at due to your oath to Cersei, if that helps).
>>3854114I'm just saying I don't see anyone adding to what was previously pointed out. Let's go along with the plan as previously mentioned. And then we swear to the queen and confess our previous transgressions. Or however order it should be taken in. And that'll give anons some real skin in the gameNot that this isn't but it's not our house. And we can discuss things further as we know how they react and what questions they have for us.
>>3854038I'm happy to leave it up to you. Get sworn in as Knight Protector before opening up with our little evening of arson.
>>3854140>>3854166No problem, I'll keep writing for now then. Just didn't want to spend a good chunk of the night story posting with no player agency if anyone had any last minute ideas/requests. I'll still check in periodically as I get the posts ready.
“Ser Cormaic Boggs, Knight of the Boggwood, and his wife, Atia Boggs of… Pentos,” the herald provides as you kneel until you’re impatiently motioned back onto your feet.“HAH! And you’re married too, eh? Let’s hear the story then, this should be good,” the King says.“Yes, your Grace. I had returned to my lands after The Trident. Orders had stopped coming and I saw little reason to prioritize the Mad King over my own lands in the absence of command. I’ve known Lady Pyne since we were children. Her kin fought in the vanguard and we all know how that went,” you say. the King lets out a snort before he remembers himself and hides his expression behind a prodigious goblet of wine.“Aye, they were crushed and rolled up their own lines in their retreat,” he says with a touch of pride. You nod.“Just so, your Grace. A mess. I’m a finer archer than anything and had a good vantage point to see it,” you say, tapping the white Weirwood bow slung from your shoulder for emphasis before continuing. “Lady Maeve sought me out for the story. For closure. She had lost much, and things went further than expected later that night when she sought comfort in my arms.”“Further than expected! HAH! You mean to say she just fell on your cock, Ser?” The King says jovially. His Hand still winces despite the tone.You take a second to think about it and the memory of your wife straddling your face while Maeve did just that comes to mind. “Yes, your Grace. That’s basically what happened,” you say simply.There’s a short pause where he stares at you while the others fidget before he bursts into a roaring laughter. Several onlookers join in once they feel it’s safe to do so. Lady Maeve is blushing profusely and for once you think it may be genuine. He regains some of his composure after the Hand fixes him with a hard glare before he continues. “And you were married?” He looks to Atia now, who is grinning herself. “Lady… Atia, was it? You’re foreign then? It’s unusual for a Lady to not feel shamed by such a public scandal. What say you,” he goads.“It is rather amusing, your Grace,” she says cheerfully, “since I wed my sweet husband two months after this. We hadn’t even met yet. I care not what he did before me, only that he is all mine now.” She makes little attempt to hide her lilting accent, playing up her foreignness. “It is as they say, your Grace. I was unaware of my condition until after I found out about their new marriage. I am merely grateful that the friendship between our houses remains intact,” Lady Maeve adds contritely. You notice she's still made little effort to wipe away her tears.
>>3854287“Hmph. Just as well then. Seems I have little left to do here,” King Robert says dismissively, “you’re the Queensman I’ve heard about, yes?”The old man, Grand Maester Pycelle, rises ponderously at this, chain clinking away and cutting off your answer. “That is correct, your Grace. Why, House Boggs has a long and erm, yes documented history of swearing to the Queen. It started with Queen Visenya when she descended on Vhagar at the---”“Fine, fine, fine. Fuck it then,” he waves dismissively as he stands, prompting his council to hurriedly do the same. “I’ll hear more petitions tomorrow. You’re to hold both titles until the child comes of age,” he pauses at the foot of the steps, looking at your wife in a new light. Shit. The hair. The… everything. “That coat. What is that,” he says with the most seriousness you’ve heard from him so far.Atia makes a brief show of playing with the coat. “This, your Grace? My darling husband killed a White Hart upon a hunt, some forest spirit he says, and presented the coat to me as a wedding gift.”The King looks to you with surprise. “I’ve never seen its like. I should like to hear more of this hunt, Ser. Some other time.”He confers with the Hand briefly, gesturing to Maeve, and then walks out the back of the chamber with his advisor of the turtle heraldry and a Kingsguard in his wake, leaving you to turn to face the Small Council. Already, there are a good many dipping out of the court. No doubt seeing little reason to stick around when the King they seek favor with has had it for the day. You remove the bow from your shoulder, making eye contact with Lord Gyles as you do so, and kneel before your Queen. She looks quite pleased with herself, though she hasn’t graced you with any conversation yet. The Hand takes the lead here, walking you through your simple oath of allegiance that they’ve arranged for you themselves. … “This I so swear, on behalf of House Boggs and House Pyne,” you repeat as your two companions look on. It’s done almost as quickly as it was begun. “Rise,” Queen Cersei says softly yet imperiously. You oblige. “Ser Cormaic. You’ve done a great honor upon your House today by swearing this oath to your Queen. It will not be forgotten,” she says pointedly. Lord Gyles clears his throat a little too loudly. “Your Grace, there is still the business of dealing with the penalties of their misplaced loyalties,” he says with some smugness.>Can I get 5d6+2 for some courtly niceties (INTIMIDATE)?
Rolled 4, 1, 2, 4, 1 + 2 = 14 (5d6 + 2)>>3854328
Rolled 4, 4, 4, 2, 3 + 2 = 19 (5d6 + 2)>>3854328
Rolled 5, 3, 2, 3, 2 + 2 = 17 (5d6 + 2)>>3854328Well then...
>>3854387What was the dc?
>>3854413Gyles ball size.so like 3.
>Rolled 17 vs DC 12>2 Degrees of success!She fixes him with an emerald glare that he withers under before letting out a huff and thinking better of whatever she was about to say in front of the court. “We will have to discuss more later, Ser Cormaic. This one is most eager to dole out punishment to you. Apparently, you’ve wronged him in some way.”Red is creeping into the corners of your vision as your eyes bore into the man. “Men that have never fought and bled seldom appreciate what is done under the banners of war, you Grace,” you say coldly. “You’ll need to remind me of the particulars, my Lord. I’ve killed more men than I could reasonably keep track of.”“Ser Cormaic and his band of brigands butchered the rearguard and sacked the supply lines of The Vale. They burned everything from the High Road to the Trident,” he proclaims in a trembling voice, sweat trickling down his brow. An exaggeration by your reckoning, but hardly worth contesting. “For these crimes and many more, The Crown imposes a fine of three thousand dragons with a 25% monthly interest upon House Boggs and their descendants.”A page scurries up and hands you the document. You hand it over to your wife without a glance. “Do you contest these charges, Ser?” asks the Queen helpfully.“No, your Grace. I did just that and would do so again. War is war,” you say without apology. Much to the shock of your bystanders. Oh, you’re just getting started.Atia is finished reading the document and makes a show of stifling a yawn. “Just pay them and be done with it, darling. The contract is poorly written, but it will have to do. A 25% fee lumped on for early repayment, bringing it to 3750 dragons. We have that on hand readily enough. Honestly, all of this talk of descendants is a touch barbaric,” she says casually. You grunt and sign your name with an offered quill. “Ser Cormaic, I would still hear your explanation for this business about Gulltown,” the Hand says tersely, fixing you with a stare. “As you say, my Lord Hand. I did set fire to the fair city as well. Unfortunate business, but a response was required after criminals from that very city sought to sabotage my House and kill my new bride,” you say.“You-you set the fire?!” Lord Gyles is turning a shade of purple and the onlookers are in an uproar.“Do you have any proof of these accusations of lowly tactics, Ser,” the Hand interrupts with a troubled expression.“I seek to level charges against no one, my Lord Hand. I put the conspirators to the question. Their ringleader said his name was Joffrey Arryn. Of course, he must have been lying,” you add before people start exploding. “Why would a nobleman stoop so low as to try to murder an innocent woman? The bandits have since succumbed to their wounds. However, everything they said pointed back to the docks of Gulltown and to that very place is where I took the flame.”
>>3854483“You were still under the banner of war. It may be that some were… overzealous,” the Hand says tiredly. “That said, any further retaliation will be met in kind. Do I make myself clear, Ser?”“Just so, my Lord Hand,” you say, “but if you’ll forgive me, I swore a blood oath to see the man who caused this strife off in a bed of flames as soon as I catch scent of him. Some man named Gyles, apparently. Aside from that, you have my word no one else will be harmed.”The Queen seems amused. “This man sitting in front of you is Lord Gyles Arryn of Gulltown.”You look right at him. Not so purple in the face now, eh. You sniff the air for just a moment. “A fascinating coincidence, your Grace,” you say calmly.Silence. Even the gaggle of gossipers seem to have no response. The culprit himself just gawps for air like a particularly fleshy trout.“If we are quite through with this business. The King bade me reduce Lady Maeve’s fine in compensation for her many losses,” Jon Arryn says uncomfortably.You sign that too before begging your leave, to Lady Maeve’s contented smile. “Lady Atia, I should like for you to attend me some time soon,” Queen Cersei adds.“That would be delightful, your Grace,” your wife says with genuine happiness.>Gained: DRAWBACK: Disturbing Habit (Pyromaniac). See pic for details. That’s all for tonight! We will pick up tomorrow with some actual choices. In case you’re wondering why you were rolling 5d6 instead of 4d6 for intimidate, it’s because I applied the drawback starting with that roll. It is directly a result of admitting your part in Gulltown to the court.
>>3854510I was curious about that myself.Interesting way to earn a drawback, wouldn't have guessed it going that way. Kind of sucks but I guess it's a drawback well earned in a sense. Any time something is lit everyone will assume it is us That will make gaining new friends harder, to say the least...
>>3854510Just caught up. Nice work, Boggs.
You stride from the court with your head held high, arm interlocked with your wife in the way she insisted you learn. Lady Maeve walks along with you at an appropriate distance, careful not to add any more kindling to the rumors that must be burning their way through gossip circles even now. The eyes and whispers seem to trail you the entire way. From the general tone and the few words you were able to pick out, you would say the majority aren’t exactly your biggest supporters. Even so, no one is bold enough to call you out above the low murmur buzzing through the Great Hall. A small consolation.You grab your blades and quiver from the table outside the hall, making a point of inspecting them as you do so, and are shortly on your way to the litter and accompanying Sparrowhawks. You brought all twenty with you today. If there was ever a chance of one of your detractors doing something foolish, then today would be the day to act… even so, the ride back is uneventful. You have to say, your villa is well-placed for trips to the Red Keep. All it takes is a simple ride through the Iron Gate and down the Street of Looms, one of the wider streets on the eastern half of the city. It would almost be pleasant if it weren’t for the smells and sights that are still commonplace. This place still has a long way to go before it gets back to its former glory of the Targaryen regime. The two Ladies leave you alone as they go about their own business; Atia to talk her sister’s ear off about the events of the day and Maeve no doubt seeing to the preparations of her departure. She insists on leaving on the morrow, not wanting to impose more than she has and seeking to reach her mother before the wilder rumors do. A notion that reminds you of your own still-present mother. While you understand her shock upon reading Ciara’s apparently well-meaning letter, you can’t help feeling some degree of annoyance that she would travel here without your leave. A tricky thing that she may not have considered herself. You are the head of house now, not your father, and apparently that takes getting used to. But what will you do about it?>Send her back along with Maeve.>Allow her to remain here for now.And:>Allow her behavior of late to slide, just this once.>Make it clear that you are to be treated as the head of this household now.
>>3855720>Ask her what she wants to do, go or stayAND>Tell her that she behaved irresponsibly: you specifically left her home to keep an eye on things... so who is in charge of the house while she's gone? She put the house at risk and even though you understand why she did it, it doesn't make it right
>>3855720>Send her back along with Maeve.>Make it clear that you are to be treated as the head of this household now.
>>3855748I'll go with this.
>>3855748>>3855785>>3855807Man you guys are cucks
>>3855748>Send her back along with Maeve.>Tell her that she behaved irresponsibly: you specifically left her home to keep an eye on things... so who is in charge of the house while she's gone? She put the house at risk and even though you understand why she did it, it doesn't make it right
>>3855748Going with the write-in! And writing.
You call your mother into your office; this needs to be dealt with before her next misstep is in front of another less familiar ally or enemy. She enters after a few moments, the benefit of residing in a villa, you suppose. “Have a seat, mother,” you offer.You glance down at the contract, skimming it for a short time. You really do need to sit down with this and break it out. The fine was a simple matter, but it all felt too easy. There are too many words here for that to be all. After a time, you look up to her slightly irritated expression. “Do you know why I called you here,” you ask.“I’m assuming to either discuss what happened at court or plan your sister’s wedding,” she ventures.“No. I have all of that in hand. If I wanted to discuss it, then I would do so in front of the rest of those I keep council with as well,” you say. “I called you here to discuss you.”She frowns but doesn’t protest either.“You came here without my leave, why?”“To stop whatever madness seemed to have possessed you,” she says defensively.“That wasn’t your call to make,” you point out. “I told you to govern from the Boggwood in my stead. I TRUSTED you to carry out my will, and yet you are here second guessing me for all of our people and even a new ally to see. I would have summoned you here if I needed your council.”She seems a little taken aback. “I assumed Barth had things under control. It wouldn’t be the first t—”“You assumed,” you cut in, “but that was not your assumption to make. I didn’t leave Barth in charge. For a reason. The man is practically suicidal and barely knows his letters despite your coaching. What if I had need to send a complex letter now? Who would read it? I have almost no one to rely on there. I wanted a level head and instead you behaved irresponsibly and took me for a child in the process.”“I didn’t think of it that way, Cormaic. I only worried for you and Ciara,” she says, mortified. “So, where does this leave us? What do you attend to do? I’ll leave it up to you even if I shouldn’t. Will you be staying here to help Ciara, or will you be returning to where you were supposed to be and trust the head of your household to do the rest?”
>>3855967“I… I will leave with Lady Maeve. Perhaps I could spend a day or two with her mother and stop her from taking this in the worst way she could,” she sighs. “I’m sorry, Cormaic. I’m too used to remembering you as the boy you were. You were barely six and ten when you left us, and you hadn’t been back for long before the war broke out… you’re so much like your father sometimes that it honestly frightens me.”You’re unsure what to say to that and are especially unsure if you want to ask for more details. You let her leave soon after and turn to the multitude of other problems you have to deal with. There’s obviously Lady Maeve. She’s leaving on the morrow and you’re not sure what to do about that. She’s no longer sharing your bed, but you could always pay her some attention for the rest of the night. It will likely be months before you see her again, months that won’t be easy on her from your understanding.You also have pressing concerns regarding the day’s events. For one, you don’t know what is going on with Lord Gyles Arryn. You put some fear into him, to be sure, but a terrified man is by nature volatile and he could do almost anything at this point. Nor is he your only problem. This damnable contract keeps drawing your eye. You love Atia, but she didn’t have the time to pour over this document in detail and Common is like to be her second or third language. Figures are her expertise, to be sure, but there could be other things.What will you prioritize for tonight?>Speak with Aodhan of your Gyles problem.>Spend the evening dining with Lady Maeve before she departs. You doubt you will be seeing her for some time.>Spend the night in your office going over this lengthy contract and ensuring everything is in order.
>>3855976>>Spend the evening dining with Lady Maeve before she departs. You doubt you will be seeing her for some time.After dinner and Maeve is safely asleep, read over the contract just in case.
>>3855976>>Spend the night in your office going over this lengthy contract and ensuring everything is in order.
>>3855976>>Spend the night in your office going over this lengthy contract and ensuring everything is in order.I suspect word fuckery may bite us in the ass if we don't catch it ahead of time. I would think Varys would warn us about any loopholes that could harm us, but maybe he's testing us by seeing if we're smart enough to catch it. If you're investing in a hawk, it'd make sense to test if it's a good hunter, or just a brute only good for arson.
>>3855976>>Speak with Aodhan of your Gyles problem>>Spend the evening dining with Lady Maeve before she departs. You doubt you will be seeing her for some time.She leaves tomorrow and that makes her the most time critical choice. We can spend tomorrow going over the contract with Atia in detail. Have a brief chat with Aodhan before we go to Maeve. Let him know our concerns and see what he says. I think Maeve is more important in the ling run but Aodhan should make sure the Sparrowhawks are ready in case Gyles tries something really stupid.
>>3855976>Spend the night in your office going over this lengthy contract and ensuring everything is in order.If something is wrong with contract it would also affect Lady Maeve
>>3855976>Spend the evening dining with Lady Maeve before she departs. You doubt you will be seeing her for some time.We can spend all of next day or the week looking it over.>Spend the night in your office going over this lengthy contract and ensuring everything is in order.
>>3855976>Spend the evening dining with Lady Maeve before she departs. You doubt you will be seeing her for some time.
>>3855989>>3855990>>3856011>>3856018>>3856034Okay, I'm gonna call it for the contract. Unfortunately, I got called away to deal with a slight emergency, so I won't be able to update again like I had planned. We will continue with the results tomorrow though. While I have a moment, there is one question I had for you guys. Would you all like to roll the dice for Maeve's child here or leave it up to me? I rolled everything for Atia behind the scenes because that's too important to your story to reveal months in advance, but I'm willing to leave the fate of this one in your hands if you're interested. Not a big deal if you'd rather be surprised later, but I figured I would offer since this isn't your heir. >Roll up Maeve's child in thread>QM rolls behind the scenes
>>3856151>>QM rolls behind the scenes
>>3856138>>3856145Haha those last minute votes. Fuck it, I'll write both then. Maeve can assist with the contracts. It makes sense anyway as they do pertain to her lands as well.
>>3856151Could always just roll it all when the time comes? Or just decide if it's a boy or a girl if it's necassary to the story and roll from there?
>>3856157Is it possible to get twin boy and girl?
>>3856157and to think if I laid in bed fora few minutes longer.
>>3856151>QM rolls behind the scenes
>>3856151>>Roll up Maeve's child in thread
>>3856173That's where I was heading originally, but it's more exciting to leave it up to fate. I like not completely knowing where the story is going. Hell, I probably drop more plot points than I use just because they end up not fitting. It's fun.>>3856176There is a small chance, yes. For one of the rolls I'll make a 100 for identical twins and a 98/99 for fraternal. I won't be putting twins in just for narrative purposes though. Not that they aren't fun, but plenty of other quests in the genre have that covered. Other end of the spectrum will have stuff too. I think at least one number for Dwarf.
>Spend the night in your office going over this lengthy contract and ensuring everything is in order. Along with Lady Maeve.The Spider should have enough eyes and ears to provide warning to you if Lord Gyles is doing something particularly drastic tonight, but you have your doubts as to whether he would bother spending the time to dissect this contract for your personal benefit beyond the obvious. And so, you dive into the work set before you in your office… but you decide to call for Lady Maeve to join you at her leisure. After all, this pertains to her as well and a second pair of eyes would be welcome. It also couldn’t hurt to pay some attention to your ally before she departs. It’s entirely possible that you won’t see her for the better part of a year, if not longer.She joins you after some time. The others ate without you, but a servant follows her in with a simple plate along with some of the tea you’ve taken a liking to. Lady Maeve brushes the hair from her face smoothly and favors you with a pleased smile once you’re alone with her. “I had hoped you would ask after me before I departed, Ser. Lady Atia has already retired for the evening. Shall we get to work?”>Can I get 4d6 for Cunning?
Rolled 2, 3, 6, 4 = 15 (4d6)>>3857389
Rolled 5, 3, 3, 2 = 13 (4d6)>>3857389
Rolled 4, 5, 2, 5 = 16 (4d6)>>3857389
>>3857394>>3857404>>3857456>Rolled 15,13,16 vs DC 15>Success, 1 degreeIt’s slow going. Whoever wrote this is one devious cunt. Maeve turns out to be less help than you, and likely she, had hoped. Serving to do little more than confirm breakthroughs after you make them. All in all, you come to a few realizations. The first and most obvious being the troop limitations placed upon you both, no more than three hundred for each house. The second being that there isn’t a single reference to ships anywhere. Curious. Either they didn’t pay either of you a single thought on the subject or they’ve paid you every thought due. Is it negligence or are they playing at something else? The last detail, in wording so unbelievably obnoxious and archaic, is the most pressing. You have until sundown tomorrow to deliver your gold or the first interest payment takes effect. Cheeky.It’s very late by the time you conclude your work here is done. You’ve broken down every mincing word. You look up to see Maeve eying you with some intensity. With your attention now upon her, she stands and walks around the desk to you. “You’ve worked so hard for both of our houses, Cormaic. You should be rewarded,” she says silkily as she starts to undo the laces of her bodice. Ah. You thought you had an understanding with her, but it seems she’s simply waited for the right moment. What will you do?>Allow this to proceed>Refuse her>Write-ins are great as always
>>3857505>>Refuse herAs much as I like Maeve, I don't think it would be right to fool around with her behind Atia's back. She put alot of trust in us knocking another woman up, and us doing anything other than sex for baby making without her there would feel like cheating.Damn you Boggs for introducing a great waifu after the waifu war ended. I'd be on team Maeve.
>>3857505>Refuse her but...>3 willuh oh
>>3857505Say to her " I want this but I don't want to betray my wife" And try to convince her for us to go talk to Atia about tonight's sleeping arrangements. Maybe we can see about giving them equal attention. Also A thought I had most people hate or dislike us now I don't see a reason why we couldn't marry Maeve as well. Atia is from the Esos I think that wouldn't be out of the norm. convincing her would be the real challenge.
>>3857549And the benefits would be pretty good if we could convince them and if the other lord allowed it to happen. I succession as being the only real problem. But we can cross that bridge when we get there and if we get there
>>3857549The faith? Our faith? The faith of our mother?Literally none of these religions allow for multiple wives, and even if Atia is from across the narrow sea, she still won't be down for a second "marriage"
>>3857505>Write-ins are great as alwaysFireman carry her into our wife's bed, and ask our wife to satisfy her and we'll watch while Spider watches from the wall.
>>3857523>>38575302 Refuse>>3857549>>38576012 for something elseI'll keep it open for a little longer to see if anyone else is looking to vote.
>>3857638Ill vote for getting Atia involved
>>3857558I mean I don't think Cormaic is religious in the sense of following religious doctrine. And I don't think we know anything about R'hllor but yea fair point about going against it. But I don't think Cormaic would care. And your probably right about her not being cool with it but if we worked on her and waited till after the wedding but before Maeve gives birth, I think we could pull it off if we wanted to. The question is do we want to. I think I do but there's a lot of things that could go wrong even if we could convince both of them. And that's if Boggs allows it.
>>3857601>>3857653Can we please not cuck ourselves?
>>3857687>>3857638Also yes, what kind of fag cuck shit is that. Altia made us fuck her and Maeve because she didn't want to be cucked. I won't stand for our wife to be more of chad than we are. I'm assuming it was a joke but you can't be too careful. Ntr cucks are fucking everywhere.
>>3857659Oh yeah for sure. Let's just engage in a very heavily targaryen tradition, with our targaryen looking wife, after fighting for the targaryens against our new king, who as it happens, despises the targaryens. Not to mention Cormaic is a believer in Rhollor, but regardless of his belief Im pretty sure keeping his head on his shoulders is something he wants to do. And you think either of those women are going to be okay with getting married? Especially Maeve after she just said she doesnt want to get married because she wants her bastard to inherit Pynewatch? Extremely, extremely doubtful.
>>3857706Careful now, you may get cucked reading this sentence.
>>3857707Hey, you never know our boy looked mightly impressed with the white stage we killed. A couple of hunting trips and it will be water under the bridge.
>>3857719>"Oy Boggy, if Maeve wants any more bastards, send her my way."
>>3857549I like this more.
>>3857726They won't be bastards if were married.
So that's a majority for:>Wake up your wife and try to convince her to go along with thisWriting.
>>3857505>>3857549 This>Maybe we can see about giving them equal attention.>>3857601 Not this.
Waking up the wife in the middle of the night to fuck another woman? Can't tell whether this is the ultimate chad move or going to completely backfire. Oh well.
>Wake up your wife and try to convince her to go along with thisYou look her in her diamond blue eyes as you stand. She hoists herself onto the desk with a promising smile, hiking up her dress and inviting you in with her toned legs. You shake your head to her mounting disappointment and say, “I want this, but I don’t want to betray Atia.” You instead scoop her up in your arms, eliciting a yelp from her as you carry her from the room to your own chambers. You lay Maeve on the bed and Atia stirs from all of the noise. “Cormaic, what is this?” she asks hesitantly.“Maeve was looking to join us tonight,” you say with a smile. Maeve starts to crawl up the bed.“You should stop,” Atia says coldly. “So. This is what happens when I go to bed early. You try to seduce my husband. Despite your assurances to me that this was just politics. Despite telling me this was done.”Maeve says nothing, so your wife continues. “I trusted you, Cormaic. This hasn’t been easy for me, at all. Two months is all it took… You told me this was for our child, our future. And now you’re carrying this woman into our bed for your own entertainment,” she says painfully.“I thought you enjoyed this,” you start.“I enjoy YOU,” she says with tears in her eyes. “I did this for YOU. If I wanted a handmaiden so badly, then I would’ve brought one from Essos.”“I’ll take my leave,” Maeve says.“Don’t bother. He’s all yours,” Atia says before rushing from the room.>That’s it for the night. I already have plans for tomorrow night, so we’ll pick up Sunday.
>>3857903Why did we carry her into the bedroom? I thought we were going with this to talk to her first. >>3857549
>>3857903God what a fucking cunt. You try to be noble and decent but you get shit on by a fucking thots. Truely women are the lowest of creatures.
>>3857916That's what I thought as well. We didn't even get a chance to persuade her or say anything.
>>3857917If we had a destiny point to use.....
>>3857923A destiny point just to fuck we are lords. If we wanted to fuck we can get as many maidens or whores as we want. And she couldn't do anything we are in the very small minority that doesn't cheat on our wife every chance we git. All I want is my Bogg wood harem and these thots and there whining are ruining it. Why can't R'hllor throw us a fucking bone and stop our woman's bullshit, we sacrificed a city to his ass and a white stag.
I suppose now we give her a apology, then send her off in the middle of the night, and make sure Atia sees or at least hears this. Then look for her and give her a heartfelt apology and put her to bed while we sleep in the officer chambers.
I hate to say I told you so. But I fucking told you so.
>>3857953Well, the stag gave us a point and a bitching coat, so i think that was fair there, but the city thing, yeah. Didn't get much for it.>>3857957You didn't do anything but get cucked by a gay demon, Rowen.
>>3857954No, if she didn't want this she should have said no and said she didn't want to do this again. We did nothing fucking wrong. No woman likes fucking cowards and cucks. And we are going to be neither.
>>3857971>We did nothing fucking wrongHmmm, I think we did in some ways, by not being more careful in trying to understand her POV and feelings, but mainly in how the scene played out.I think the scene went the wrong way with how we intended, like carrying her into the bedroom.I thought maybe we should have sent for her via a servant, but your option sounded better.
>>3857985I think it would have been weird to send a servant to wake her and bring her to us and ask if she's down for a threesome. It made more sense for us to do it in a loving and caring way but we kind of got railroaded into being autistic. I mean we didn't even have a chance to explain or make the offer or anything. Just straight to muh hormones and this isn't what I wanted, I did this for. But I enjoyed the attention and pleasure shes being a hypocrite and overdramatic she didn't need to storm out like that just tell us no and not to do it again and it would have been done.
>>3858008*I did the for you
>>3858008>autistica staple of 4chan>hypocriteHow?>overdramaticJust a little
>>3858013I guess she wasn't really being hypocritical now that I think about it. It felt like she was for the fact that(from what I gathered we had to focus on her and Maeve was kind of at the bottom pleasing Atia, I believe all we did is finish in her) So she got all the attention and pleasure and is mad before she even knows what we fucking want. I mean I'm a traditional marriage kind of guy but I see the benefit in a harem especially with Maeve and Altia. Like I said I guess she wasn't being hypocritical but It's just annoying to have the equivalent of a child as your wife. Sometimes she seems like an adult and everything good and then she does something like this or when we burnt down that part of the city and was mad that we didn't tell her what did os a secret fucking mission. Something we didn't want to talk about. I mean if anybody should be acting like that it's us most of our family is dead and were running a sinking ship. While she has live in luxury and abundance. What the fuck does she have to complain about?.
>>3858045Something like what? Acting offended when you brought another women to your bed without her consent? You think just because you had a threesome with her once, and all you really did was throw your load into Maeve, that now your marriage is just open to doing it whenever? Have any of you guys ever met a woman? They dont think the same way as we do.
>>3858114Well first off I don't think anybody wanted to just throw Maeve ass onto the bed and be like lest fuck. Second, this is what happens when you're a lord of house even a knightly house. Sometimes you got to do what you got to do. It's in our own best interest to keep Maeve close and happy as you would any ally. Again I would not have wanted to go down this route if it wasn't too our benefit and hers as well. At any moment we could get our shit kicked and we couldn't stop it having Maeve with us and happy is for the best. And they seemed to be getting along and had no problem with what was happening so there was no indication we couldn't make this a permanent thing. She failed to communicate her feeling and what she thought. If she should be mad at anybody it should be herself.
>>3858147Yeah, with the comment QM made awhile back it made her personality seem like it was a bit more open.>>3858114Are you the guy constantly screeching that "hes married", so that makes him the authority on woman and we all should listen to you like a bunch of cucks?
>>3858167That it did, I don't know why he chose to go the way he did. Like I said earlier it felt like we were railroaded into being autistic how we handled that. Just walking into the room in the middle of the night and dumping Maeve on the bed I mean Why?. It felt like there was no way to win the situation he put us in. Like no matter what we chose we were fucked. No role, no response, nothing.
>>3858167Not sure what you mean by the guy who screeches hes married, but anyone who thought Atia would welcome Maeve back into our bed, after during our threesome we had nothing to do with Maeve, and we only put it inside her to get her pregnant at the last second and it was writte that the only woman we got to enjoy was Atia, is an idiot.
>>3858188Yeah, none of us wanted it to barge into the room like that.
>>3858188Atia was completely fine with it if we did her wayShe enjoyed and had a good timeHer and Maeve seemed to be getting along and maybe becoming friends Atia even herself thought handmaidens were for girl's pleasure. I would not be surprised if she had slept with another woman beforeFrom every perspective, I can think of it seemed like it was not only possible but likely she would be down to make this a regular thing and Maeve would likely want more than one kid. I mean all the males in her family died at once. That's death for a knightly house. She can't put all her eggs in one basket or in this case one kid. I'll cede that the way we went about it was retarded but the way I wanted to do it and I think a few others was to talk to her first and see if she was willing. But that went down the shitter real fast.
>>3858197Apologies if that was hard to read or understand. I'm not the best with grammar or proper sentence structure.
Well fuck, timezones are a bitch... wish I was here for the vote damn...
>>3857957This runs in the middle of the night for me so I didn't get to vote, but how retarded do anons have to be to think this was a good idea?Quite possibly the dumbest decision yet in this game. Just fucking refuse even if Maeve's the better waifu
>>3858459Sometimes I get the feeling Boggs takes a perverse pleasure from concluding such votes quickly Then scolds all of us for taking retarded decisions. It has happened before
>>3858464The vote was open for two hours, I hardly think that's too short. Honestly, in this situation I think Boggs did nothing wrong. It was very clear that Atia wouldn't accept us having sex with Maeve again, whether we carried her into the bed or not. I think it's funny how >>3858008 >>3858167 don't seem to see that but then call Boggs (IC) autistic.
So where do we go from here? No use crying over this shit.
>Mfw catching up with my morning coffee.>This talk of railroading when I made no attempt at correcting mistakes and only used the 2 write-ins.I mean, the guy has persuasion 3. Even if I didn't combine the 2 write-ins that had support, there was no reasonable way to make this work. If anyone actually wants a detailed explanation as to why, then I can do that, but maybe some rereading would be better? In any case, I don't get the hate towards Atia. That's how many perfectly normal and well-adjusted women would act in this situation. She's not some robotic sex slave.>>3858464Nah. I left it open for longer than I wanted to even. To be honest, I was trying to take some of the feedback I got earlier seriously. The whole part about letting you guys make your own mistakes. I let it play out instead of pointing out that polygamy is a non-option in this case for a variety of reasons and instead of referring people back to previous IC and OC posts (especially those from the end of last thread).
>>3858468I never called Boggs autistic I said that how Cormaic went about the situation was autistic.So at most I said Boggs wrote Cormaic being autistic.>>3858197And like I said here it wasn't clear at least to me that she didn't want another threesome.
>>3858489Cormaic is literally called Boggs, retard. I even specified with IC that I meant the character, not the QM.>And like I said here it wasn't clear at least to me that she didn't want another threesome.Well, with the level of reading comprehension you just displayed I'm hardly surprised.>>3858488Don't worry Boggy, this one is not on you.
>>3858491My bad missed the IC part
>>3858491It's 8 am for me my reading comprehension has nothing to do with it. It's possible that I missed clear indications of her not wanting to do this again in previous threads. But as far as I remember nothing concrete or even out in the open. Honestly, doesn't matter now what happened has happened. I wasn't mad or anything about the situation it just caught me off guard and felt like that was the worst way of going about it. But other people voted on that way and he wrote how we voted. I'm not mad at Boggs or anything just upset about how the situation went and how bad she blew up over something she hadn't made verbally clear to us.
>>3858498>It's possible that I missed clear indications of her not wanting to do this again in previous threadsI think you really did. This is the condition on which Atia let us do the threesome in the first place:>She will join US in bed. You will give me all of the attention you normally do and then you may spill your seed where it needs to be spilled for the sake of our alliance. For just this one child.Note the last sentence. The child is conceived, so Maeve won't be allowed to join us in bed anymore.
Hmm, well it wouldn't be fair for me to assume what you're planning on doing here. Update is still tomorrow night, but let's get this out of the way before then. Are you intending to continue where you left off with Maeve or are you intending to let her down and fix things with Atia? >Continue with Maeve>Go to Atia
>>3858822>Go to AtiaGone for a few days and people are already trying to destroy our marriage.
>>3858822>>Continue with Maeve
>>3858822>Go to AtiaDear fucking lord, you anons are infuriating
>>3858502To be honest even QM said its one time shtick. So QM's obvious trap is obvious.
>>3858822>>Go to AtiaWell this turned into a fucking shit show. This is what happens when anons think with their dicks.
>>3858822>Go to AtiaTypical anons - they want to get their cake and eat it too, bloody stupid Who ever thought Atia would go for this? Now there are some seriously broken relationships we need to mend, both between us and our wife and between Atia and Maeve
>>3858822>>Go to Atia
>>3858822>>Go to AtiaI wasn’t here for any of this so I apologize for one less vote
Calling it here in case I wake up in the mood to start prewriting for tomorrow night.I gotta say, it is more fun rolling with the misunderstandings.
>>3858822>Continue with Maeve
>>3858902How is it a trap to give an option which he already said was stupid in the past? A trap is when you can't know it's a bad choice. >>3858822>>Go to Atia
Wew. Page 9. I'll make a new thread this afternoon and drop a link to it here.>>3858902>>3860238Neither option I gave was objectively bad. Subjectively bad, sure. If anons genuinely wanted to screw up their marriage because of a preference for Maeve, then I would've worked with it. I have no problem writing a villainous Cormaic, within reason. I've already given my thoughts on harem shit last thread though.
>>3860254>Neither option I gave was objectively badWell, nothing is objectively bad if you put it like that. Obviously almost everyone here doesn't think we should screw up our marriage, so the option anons picked was a bad option in that regard.
>>3860255Hah, that's fair. I guess I'm just saying I'm willing to work with most ideas provided there is sound reasoning behind them. Anyway, new thread is up!>>3861080>QM mistypes trip code on first post. This is going to be a good one!