Howdy all, and welcome to “A Song of Duty and Spite; House Reynold Quest”. Here we play as Ser Mervyn Reynold, a lowborn son of a bastard hedge knight who, through his skill at arms and a bit of luck, has married into the noble House Reynold of Ember Peak. He currently serves as Lady Elleanor Reynold’s sword shield, and in the murky depths of in-house politics he will attempt to rise high despite coming from such humble origins. These waters are treacherous however. Lady Elleanor has not forgotten her once betrothed, the late Reynard Reyne, and while she attempts to keep control of her house, her husband Lord Titus has the backing of Lord Tywin himself, and has a strong influence over the Reynold Military. The Mad King grows more and more erratic, and there are rumours that the relationship between Lord Tywin and King Aerys grow strained. Will you remain Lady Elleanors right hand, or will you strike out on your own in your pursuit of position and power? Let’s get going /qst/.Character Sheet: https://1drv.ms/x/s!Am-XCwIRrb9HgwmwnloQ1bkNeh0jNew House History: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Iv-MYkYmv9CTm9tgAPIGziluZvO3wl0x/view?usp=sharingIf you guys want to stay updated on run times and other stuff, you can follow me on twitter @Joebree28428728
Dramatis Personae:>Ser Mervyn Reynold, 25, Our MC.Ser Mervyn grew up the son of a bastard hedge knight who did not know his father and a blacksmiths daughter. After his mother passed at the age of 5, his father began travelling the westerlands to sell his sword to anyone who would hire him. Eventually, the man passed away to a pox when Mervyn was 17, but not before knighting his son. He than took his fathers horse and mule and travelled in the same way. Eventually, he heard of a tourney for a young maiden’s hand, he attended and won handily over many much nobler knights. He now serves the Lady of the House, Elleanor Reynold as her sworn shield.>Alyssa Reynold, 17, Mervyn’s WifeAlyssa is a pretty young girl and mother to your infant son, Marqus. She is driven and tenacious, if not impatient, and she has been reared to be a player in the game by her mother. While not considered beautiful as her elder sister might be, her red curls and sea green eyes certainly make her comely. She is gifted at weaving through the art of noble intrigue and has a knack for remembering heraldry and house history.>Lord Titus Reynold, 46Lord Titus was born Titus Lantell of Lannisport, and grew up to be a knight who swore his sword to the Lannisters. During the Reyne/Tarbeck Rebellion, he was commanded by Tywin Lannister to march with 300 men to confine the Lady Elleanor, then a maiden of 16 years, and prevent House Reynold from aiding the Reynes and Tarbecks in rebellion as a favour to her father, the late Lord Marqus. A relatively oafish man who cares not for the workings of his house, he is not without a degree of cunning and ultimately seeks to usurp his wife as the true head of the house.>Lady Elleanor Reynold, 36Lady Elleanor is a woman who remembers. Once betrothed to Ser Reynard Reyne, she endured losing both her father and betrothed in the span of a year at the age of 16, and was subsequently married off to a lowly knight of Lannisport. She endured the dishonour, even providing 6 children to her husband, all in the memory of her father and Reynard. She is the true power in Ember Peak, and seeks to retain control of her house by any means necessary.
You walked down the hallway that led to your room that you were staying in at Lantell Manor, as your heels clicked against the marble floor in a pleasing manor. The manor was lavish, with tapestries and paintings adorning the walls and the flooring being a lovely ash grey marble with streak of dark navy running through it. The Lantells, led by Ser Tyrion Lantell, had prospered during his reign as the Knight of Lantell Manor. This was in large part because he was more of a merchant than a knight, but in a city such as Lannisport it was easier to make a living that way so you supposed it didn’t matter. You had decided you wished to see your infant son, Marqus, as well as your wife, Alyssa. You smiled as you thought about the two of them with their matching green eyes and fiery red hair even though Marqus only had a small amount of thin wispy baby hair as it currently stood. Your son was a loud and healthy babe, and had a fearsome cry when something upset him, making him the child most parents hope for and dread at the same time. But as you approached your temporary lodgings, you immediately found something to be amiss. The door to the chamber was opened slightly and a feeling down in the pit of your stomach told you that something wasn’t quite right and as you slowly pushed open the door you find yourself confronted by a man holding Marqus in his arms, babbling at him as one does when holding a happy babe.When he looks up at you, your heart sinks and you can feel your heart pound like a war drum as you gaze upon his features. Parts of him looked very much like you, only he had simple and common brown eyes like many of the smallfolk did. The square line of his chin that was visible beneath his short, dirty blonde beard was the same as yours as well, but the eyes which looked so friendly when he was entertaining your son soon turned to a cold and judging stare.“Good lookin’ boy you got here Merv. You sure he’s yours? Couldn’t tell by lookin’ at him with the red hair and all.”You greeted the man with nothing but silence as your mind raced to find the words. Your instincts told you to spring forward and tear your son away from him, but you found yourself paralyzed and unable to either find your tongue or your feet.
“What? Nothing to say to me after all these years? You figured you just left me behind to die and that you’d find yourself a new family? Figure you’re better than me hey? Finding a home and marrying some noble bitch, having her whelp your children? Well let me tell you something Mervyn, that boy of yours has bastard blood in him, same as you, and same as me. You think these people give a rats fuck about you? You think they’re loyal to you? When I tell them what you did to me…how you left me to die alone after stealing my armour and horse…they’ll abandon you just as quickly as you abandoned me. That’s right Mervyn. They are all about to find out about the real you. Nothing more than a bastards son, a common brigand and a thief. Let alone a noble knight serving a great house like you’ve somehow managed to weasel your way into…”He stands and places your son into the small crib that had been placed in your room and he rolls his neck and cracks his knuckles, just as he always had when you were small and he crossed the room to walk over directly in front of you and he spits at your feet.“You abandoned your own father to die by the roadside Mervyn. You are a coward and a thief and now the whole world is going to know about it…but not before I teach you a lesson first. You always were a slow learner. I don’t care how big you’ve gotten I’ll still give you the beating you deserve. Like you always deserved…”Your father raised his hand to backhand you across the face and…Can I get 4d6 for will please!
Rolled 2, 3, 6, 3 = 14 (4d6)>>3837847
Rolled 3, 2, 3, 4 = 12 (4d6)>>3837847
Rolled 4, 4, 5, 2 = 15 (4d6)>>3837847
Alright can I please get 5d6 for fighting please and thank you
Rolled 4, 3, 3, 5, 6 = 21 (5d6)>>3837946
Rolled 1, 5, 2, 3, 6 = 17 (5d6)>>3837946Messed up some how..
Rolled 1, 1, 3, 1, 6 = 12 (5d6)>>3837946
Rolled 5, 4, 5, 3, 2 = 19 (5d6)>>3837946
Alright writing here guys!
>>3837963I hope this is goodAlso, is this really our dad? Or a Faceless Man?
>>3838093I dont think anyone who is pissed at us can afford a faceless man
>>3838097I mean, they’re generally not technically expensive
--- Ser Mervyn’s Will Test ---Rolled 13 vs DC: 12, 15, 18Result: One Degree of Success, Failed, Failed--- Ser Mervyn’s Fighting Test ---Rolled 21 vs DC: 12, 15, 18Result: Two Degrees of Success, Two Degrees of Success, One Degree of SuccessYou manage to snap out of your trance and as your father lashes out at you, you block the blow with your forearm and lash out with a cross of your own and catch him unawareness in the chin and he falls to the floor but as you follow him he rolls out of the blow and is soon back onto his feet. You had become an expert fighter for a reason. No matter the mans flaws as a father, he was himself an excellent fighter and had the experience and toughness to be able to roll with the punches. He throws himself at your and connects with two thunderous blows, one to the ribs that nearly knocks the wind out of you and one that goes high and you can feel your brain rattle around in your skull but you grunt and shrug off the blows and you grab him but his surcoat and pull him into you and deliver him a headbutt right in between the eyes and a wash of blood cascades down from his nose as you throw your own fist into his gut and drive the air out of him as he falls.You stare down at him but you can hear Marqus crying, the commotion of the scuffle having disturbed his crib as your gaze jumps from the upturned crib to your father laying before you. Your son could be injured, but the soul before you could be extinguished forever if you could just have the stomach for the task…>Kill your father>Rush to look after Marqus
>>3838159>Rush to look after MarqusCheck on the person that is actually important to us. ALso we should probably find out how the hell he got in
>>3838159>>Kill your father
>>3838159>>Rush to look after Marqus
>>3838161Ditto, but we should kill dad sometime soonish
>>3838159>Kill your father
>>3838159>>Kill your fatherThis is an evil man, even if not by intention. The world screwed him and he took it out on the closest thing he had.I'd like to try and make amends but the bastasd clearly isnt right in the head.
so where is the nany or anyone else for that matter?
>>3838159>Rush to look after MarqusFor all our flaws, we’ll be a better father than he ever was
Alright, we'll go look after Marqus. Can I get 4d6 for awareness
Rolled 3, 3, 3, 5 = 14 (4d6)>>3838255
Rolled 2, 3, 1, 5 = 11 (4d6)>>3838255
Rolled 6, 2, 1, 3 = 12 (4d6)>>3838255
DC was 15. Would you guys like to activate lucky to try for a fourth roll?--- Activate Lucky? --->yes>no
>>3838228It's a dream.
>>3838296>dream rolls and insights don't matter voters>yes
>>3838621>Nothing good or insightful can happen from failing
Looks like we should have finished him off.
Rolled 1, 1, 5, 2 = 9 (4d6)>>3838296>yesClearing the dice
>>3838296Yes >>3838316Your point?
>>3838306>>3838384>>3838388>>3838528>>3838528>>3838621>>3838702>>3838792>Yes - 7>>3838439>>3838455>>3838611>>3838619>No - 4Alright, 4d6 for awareness please guys. Unfortunately I have to go to work today, but I'll be back as soon as I can get writing. This might be a bit of a slower run/week for me, but once this upcoming weekend passes it should all be back to normal.
Rolled 1, 6, 2, 6 = 15 (4d6)>>3838865
Rolled 1, 4, 3, 5 = 13 (4d6)>>3838865
Rolled 1, 6, 6, 3 = 16 (4d6)>>3838865
>>3838870anon saves the day
>>3838870Well done Anon, good save
>>3838870Well done Anon! Alright writing here.
You turn your back on your father and dash to the other side of the room and you slide onto your knees as you skid across the floor and you find Marqus bawling, but safe, swaddled up in cloth of grey and red. You stand as you hold him in your arms, and you turn to your father and turned your body to shield your son from him. As if out of thin air, a pitchfork appeared in your fathers hands. --- Ser Mervyn’s Awareness Test ---Rolled 15 vs DC: 15Result: One Degree of SuccessIn fact, it did appear out of thin air, and as you bore your teeth at the man you notice he seems younger. His surcoat was different too. He had changed to the man he had been the night he had nearly killed you as a boy and he was stumbling drunk. And as he thrust the rusty old pitchfork into your midsection you grimace in preparation of the blow that you were about to receive…but it never came. And when you finally opened your eyes again you found yourself surrounded by darkness. You were holding Marqus with your right arm and he was crying hysterically. You had backed yourself into a corner and were reaching out with your left as you frantically tried to orientate yourself amidst the commotion. The servants of the Manor had clearly not known of your peculiarities about keep the fire well lit as it had burned low and all the light you could see was a small glow that barely emanated a foot from the ashes and you can hear Allysa crying and hysterically whispering to you telling you that it was her. You heard her more than saw her as she fumbled with something along the night stand as she rushed to fire place to light a candle and you felt your heartbeat pound in your ears as she crept forward and you saw the fear on her face, as well as the tears coming down from her eyes. “Mervyn, Mervyn it’s me. It’s me, Alyssa. It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re safe. Just…just give me Marqus…”She leaned in as you calmed down and gently pried your son from your arms and soothed him with calm words as she placed him on the feather bed that the two of you were sharing and once he has stopped crying, she pulls away and leans back against the wall, falling down onto her rear as she sits besides you and wraps her arm around and buries her head in the crook of your shoulder and her curly mane of hair tickles up your nose and itches your face and the two of you sit in the small glow of the candle together for what seems like an eternity and the candle has almost shrunk down to a puddle of wax on the floor and she disappears from your side for a moment and you stare an empty look at the flickering flame as she returns with a handful of small candles and lights another one, sticking it on the cold marble floor and leans back into you and pauses for a moment before asking “…so are you going to tell me about what happened…you’ve never mentioned your father before and it’s all you were saying while you dreamed was “Father…father”
--- Tell Alyssa about your father, Ser Orlick Hill? --->yay>nay
>>3839584YayIt’s better she knows
Thank you for your patience here guys, this really isn't how I like to run threads letting votes go this long but that looks like a definitive yes to telling Alyssa about Merv's dad. Writing
>>3839994It's okay Papa Joe we love you no matter how you run.
>>3839581>She leaned in as you calmed down and gently pried your son from your arms and soothed him with calm words as she placed him on the feather bed that the two of you were sharing and once he has stopped crying, she pulls away and leans back against the wall, falling down onto her rear as she sits besides you and wraps her arm around and buries her head in the crook of your shoulder and her curly mane of hair tickles up your nose and itches your face and the two of you sit in the small glow of the candle together for what seems like an eternity and the candle has almost shrunk down to a puddle of wax on the floor and she disappears from your side for a moment and you stare an empty look at the flickering flame as she returns with a handful of small candles and lights another one, sticking it on the cold marble floor and leans back into you and pauses for a moment before asking “…so are you going to tell me about what happened…you’ve never mentioned your father before and it’s all you were saying while you dreamed was “Father…father”That's quite the awkwardly long sentence lmao
You sighed heavily as your head fell forward and you took a deep breath. Your fingers rolled back and forth from making a fist to an open palm and you reached forward to hold your hand above the small candle flame, holding it there for an uncomfortable amount of time until the heat became unbearable and you pulled back.“It’s a long story Ally.”Your wife pushes herself into you harder and brings up her own fist in which she gripped a fist full of candles.“I think we have all night Merv. I’ve always wondered why you never talked about your family.”“Aye, well, it wasn’t like it was in the songs I can tell you that. My father was a hedge knight, named Orlik Hill. He was a bastard of some lord or knight, but he didn’t ever know who his father was. He was given to a hedge knight who raised him as his own and taught him how to fight. My father was a gifted fighter, and soon enough he earned his own knighthood, saved enough coin for a suit of armour, a horse and a sword and began to wander the land looking for work. He wasn’t really one for tournaments. Said they were just highborn pricks pretending to fight. He sold his sword where he could until one day he came to the village where my mother lived. Her own father was the blacksmith, and when my father came into his shop to have his armour repaired, he said he was struck by her beauty. Especially her eyes. Blue like the summer sky he used to say. So he stayed on in the village, working as a shop guard for my mothers father and eventually they married and had me.”You told her all about your earliest childhood memories which were simple and happy times. Playing around your grandfather’s forge, playing with other village children and what not. A typical childhood for a peasant boy. And then one day that all changed. An illness had spread amongst the village, first taking your grandfather in the first few days, and soon after your mother had fallen ill yet she refused to use the small amount of savings that the two of them had collected since your birth in order to pay for your apprenticeship fee to a reputable craftsman when you got older. And then she died. That sent your father into a deep and dark depression, and after burying her behind the smithy, he took up his sword and mounted his steed and together the two of you left your childhood home and taken to the road and that was when your problems started. He had taken to drinking, and with the drinking came the beatings and the threats and numerous times you had come close to dying.
Alyssa reaches out and grasps your hands tightly, and as you look at her you can see her face is a mask of empathy and after hearing about an incident when your father had knocked out a few of your baby teeth and she moves onto your lap as the two of you stare into the candleflame. “You’re already a much better father than him Merv. Even in your dream you ran to protect little Marq from him. You aren’t him and I know that you’re a good man, no matter what you’ve had to do in the past. You don’t have to tell me tonight, but one day you’ll have to tell me more about your past.”Your young wife stands shadows play across her naked body and she turns to you, bringing her both her womanhood and breasts into the glow of the light. “I don’t suppose you want to make a fire do you? Spring may be on it’s way but I’m still cold.”She had crossed her arms but you could see her nipples had hardened in the cold of the night and you went about getting a roaring fire going in the hearth. It stood on the wall across from the bed and she had gathered up the furs and quilts from the bed and laid them in front of the fire you had started that crackled satisfyingly as you leaned back against the frame of the bed, wrapped up and holding your wife, who in turn was holding your son who you could her quietly breathing if you listened closely enough. Soon enough Alyssa’s eyes closed and you held them both tightly in your arms but sleep would not come. Even when your eyes felt heavy from fatigue and the warmth from your wife and the fire tried to lure you into falling back into slumber your mind raced, the dream you’d had replaying over and over again until you heard servants beginning to stir in the hallway as morning came. You shake your head like a dog trying to get water out of it’s coat as you banish the thoughts of what could have happened last night. The thoughts of accidently harming Alyssa, or worse, Marqus were almost too terrible to contemplate so you focused on the day ahead. Alyssa’s nameday was coming in a month or two and this would likely be the last time you would be in Lannisport to acquire any gifts for her, while it would also be prudent to train with the new hammer you’d brought with you. Lastly, Ser Cedrick had enquired after you and had offered to take you hunting outside the city walls before you had to take ship to Fair Isle the following day…--- What would you like to do? --->Shopping amidst Lannisport (Alyssa’s nameday gift, a lantern, etc)>Train in the yard with your men>Go hunting with Ser Cedrick Lantell
>>3840105>Shopping amidst Lannisport (Alyssa’s nameday gift, a lantern, etc)Well I know she likes gardening but getting her a shovel seems low, I guess the go to would be a fine piece of jewelry, I'd say a fine necklace.
>>3840110get her some exotic seeds or saplings>Shopping amidst Lannisport (Alyssa’s nameday gift, a lantern, etc>>3840105)
>>3840105>Shopping amidst Lannisport (Alyssa’s nameday gift, a lantern, etc)
>>3840086Hahaha yeah not my best "sentence". Damn you writing with time constraints sucks.Anyhow, I'm going to let this vote go overnight and I'll be back tomorrow
>>3840105>>Train in the yard with your menWe just gave her the gift of trust. We should be good for a while.
>>3840110Well, I wouldn't want to be this singleminded or simple (hurr, she likes plants so we gift her plants every time), a new dress for the upcoming summer should fit nicely.>>3840105I want to do all of those things to be honest. Can we shop for a gift on our way back? Or we won't be returning the same way?
>>3840105>>Shopping amidst Lannisport (Alyssa’s nameday gift, a lantern, etc)>You're a good manHahaha
>>3840105>Shop for a nameday giftHappy wife, happy life.I would like to go >Hunting with Ser Cedrick as well.We're up early enough that we should be able to fit them both in if we don't spend too long dillydallying over breakfast.
Wow. I was convinced I was about to read some wifeslaying. Holy kats. Let's vote for train in the yard, as per >>3840137
>>3840105>Shopping amidst Lannisport (Alyssa’s nameday gift, a lantern, etc)Get her a new hair brush. Women loves hair brushes
>>3840200Out of curiosity, how badly could this whole thing have turned out if we went after daddy dearest instead of Marqus or failed that awareness roll? I'm guessing we could have seriously hurt or killed someone.
Alright well I don't have to go in to work today and have some spare time on my hands today, so I think we can manage two of these things if you guys want. Training in the yard leads 3 - 1 as it stands, but shopping for a nameday gift is locked in. >>3840169The rest of the family will be returning by Lannisport, but Elleanor and yourself will be requiring an escort as she is returning home by a different route. Also, just as the men got some new duds last thread, the women did the same, but clothes are never a bad idea either. >>3840450Had you failed the awareness tests and not realized you were dreaming, you could have ended up dropping Marqus when you were stabbed in your dream. Meanwhile, had you gone after your father instead of rushing to gather Marqus in Merv's parasomniac state, you would have ended up trying to strangle Alyssa for so long as you were asleep. Anywhos, yeah I'll sit on this for half an hour before I start writing if you guys want to do a second option.
>>3840466Then I'll vote for training in the yard
Alright training in the yard as well. Cool. Now, what do we want to get Alyssa? I see dresses, gardening paraphernalia and jewelry. --- What do we want to get Alyssa for her nameday? ---
>>3840522A mirror from Myr and a hair brush of ivory
>>3840522Some proper, rough and tough worker's clothes and boots! Can't have her work in silk dresses.Honestly i have not a clue
>>3840539DittoWell, that could have gone way worse
Cool. Writing here!
--- 15/09/281 ---You decide that you would head out into the markets of Lannisport. Alyssa and yourself had broken your fast together in the main hall of the manor and you had stood from the bench and gave her a firm squeeze on the shoulder and with a nod you headed off to find Sers Derrick and Merrick. As you walked towards the barracks you came across Ser Cedrick Lantell, the heir of Lantell Manor arm in arm with his young sister, Cerenna Lantell and he hailed you with a wave. “Good morning Ser Mervyn. I take it from the look on your face that you won’t be joining Cerenna and I hawking this morning?” “No Ser, I have business in the city today unfortunately. Perhaps another time Ser, or perhaps one day you’ll visit Ember Peak.”Ser Cedrick Lantell smiles a broad smile. While he somewhat resembled his younger brother Cardyn, his mannerisms and bearing were nothing alike. Where Cardyn wore a mask of arrogant indifference, Cedrick’s face was kind and welcoming. All three of the siblings had the dirty blonde hair and gold hazel eyes that were endemic to the family. Cedricks face was also slightly rounder than Cardyns, as he was of a similar nature to their father and favoured the quill as his weapon than a sword. He was two and twenty, and he had three children with his wife, Lady Catherine who was originally born to house Myatt. Fatherhood had thickened the man, and he had a stocky build with a broad chest and wide shoulders and you had seen his children running about the manor. “I should hope that one day I might visit my siblings at your home Ser. I’m sure Catherine and Alyssa would enjoy themselves, and my older daughter Catrina adores babes. She’ll be a wonderful mother when she grows. Well Ser, I won’t keep you. Good day.”
You soon found the twins of your cavalry company and the three of you were soon on your way out of the manor, and after telling them you were after a small myrish mirror and a new hairbrush, perhaps one made of ivory or whalebone. The twins nodded and led the way and soon you are in a wealthy district of Lannisport and you soon dip into a shop, pushing aside strings of beads that hang across the threshold of the building where you a greeted by a strangely dressed essosi man whos shop was full of peculiarities.“Hello my Lord. Good Lord. Come come. My wares are best in city. Best prices. Cheap. Very Cheap!” You gaze about the shop, your eyes darting between a petrified manticore stood to various exotic goods that you hadn’t the faintest idea of what they were. You turn to the shop keep and can’t help but stare at the man. His beard was dyed a bright red, while his eyes brows were a deep and dark blue. The hair on his head was completely gone but he had tattoos going all across his scalp. “I’m looking for a mirror for a lady. A small hand mirror.”The essosi claps his hands together and bobs his head.“Of course my lord, of course. One moment. Short moment.”With that the man disappears behind another curtain of beads and he soon returns with a small chest which to clunks onto a small side table that was cluttered with various phials and bottles. The smell coming from the shop was exotic and overwhelming, smelling of perfumes, spices, must and dust and you could feel a slight twinge in your head as the smells began to give you a headache. Your eyes land on what is clearly a lantern. The frame was made of wrought iron, turned into ornate shapes of larks and nightingales on each corner and the handle is in the shape of a snake chasing it’s tail. The man sweeps off space on the small table and pulls forth a key and unlocks the chest, and pulls forth a few small shapes wrapped in cloth and unwraps them before placing them on the table revealing three small mirrors. The first is small and unadorned, a simple silver mirror. The next is engraved with a forest scene on the back, and as you roll it in your fingers. A doe walked between two trees with a fawn following just behind her. It was finely made and had a certain weight to it that was pleasing to your hand. The last was silver and gold, and the depictions on the back looked like a cityscape with gold pyramids on the back.“The first is fifty silver stags, the second is 150, while the last one, and my very best price, two of your westerosi gold dragons.” --- What mirror to buy? --->Plain, 50 Silver Stags>Forest Scene, 150 Silver Stags>Golded Cityscape, 2 Gold DragonsCan I also get 3d6 for bargain please
Rolled 3, 5, 6 = 14 (3d6)>>3840612>Forest Scene, 150 Silver Stags
Rolled 3, 6, 5 = 14 (3d6)>>3840612>Forest Scene, 150 Silver Stags
Rolled 5, 4, 6 = 15 (3d6)>>3840612>>Forest Scene, 150 Silver Stags
Alright I have to go run a few errands but I'll try to hurry back! >>3840644>15Merv may not know what a mirror is actually worth, but apparently he knows enough that merchants (especially dirty essosi merchants) cannot be trusted and haggling is always a thing.
>>3840612>Forest Scene, 150 Silver StagsIf voting is still open. Not that it seems to matter anymore
Joe has abandoned us like Father!
You picked up the engraved silver mirror and inspect it carefully. In all honesty you had no idea what something like this was worth, but if your life experience had taught you anything it was that merchants seldom didn’t try to inflate their prices. You stare at the man hard between your appraisal before countering his offer. --- Ser Mervyn’s Bargain Test ---Rolled 15 vs DC: 12Result: One Degree of Success“Fifteen stags. And not a copper more.”“F-fifteen? No, no. You try to rob me in my own shop my Lord? If you were not mighty lord I would send for the watch to have you hauled out and have your hand cut off. I sell you this beautiful myrish masterpiece for no less than 125 stags.”The haggling continues on for nearly 10 minutes, with you threatening to leave and the man reeling you back in but eventually begin to get closer to the items actual worth. “Sixty stags, and you throw in that lantern into the mix. “Eighty without it, and ninety with.”“Seventy for both.”“Seventy five.” The man brings his hand to his and spits into his palm and extends the hand and you grasp his hand in a firm grip and reply with a simple “Done.” He claps his hands again and soon a young boy rushes out to package up your purchases and Derrick takes the packages and the three of you leave the shop and you take a deep breath, breathing in the smells of woodsmoke, sweat, bread and meat and all other manner of smells that made up the city. Together with the twins you made your way into a different part of the market, one where stalls formed rows upon rows where merchants peddled their wares and a lovely ivory handled hair brush catches your eye and a short while later it finds itself inside your saddle bags. As you rode back towards Lantell Manor at days end you think back and decide that all in all that your items had been 90 stags well spent. Crossing the threshold of the manor gates and coming into the main courtyard you spy a large number of men hard at their training and as you and the twins dismount from your horses, you walk in the mens direction. It had been too long since you had trained yourself, your duties as Master at Arms requiring you to focus on the training of others rather than yourself and you decided to flex your muscles as it were and test out the new hammer that you’d purchased for yourself while restocking the armoury at Ember Peak…--- How many opponents would you like to spar against? --->1>2>3 >Write inAnyone in particular you'd like to spar against?
>>3840988>3Probably anyone but Cardyn. Losing some teeth won't do wonders for Attractive.
>>3840988>2 Trying to learn here, not show off
>>3840988>>Write inALL OF THEM
>2You walk by both your men and the household guard as you head into the barracks. Findings your squire training against a squire in the blue and silver livery of house Lantell. He was swinging a mace against the boys shield over and over again as if trying to crack the wood, although he currently lacked the technique or strength to cause any real damage. You call out to him and the spar comes to a halt and he accompanies you to the armoury where your armour stood on a stand and you begin to undress to suit up and train alongside your men. As Tyrus assists you into your armour, fastening buckles and straps, you see the lads has worked up quite a sweat in the yard. He had also started growing the feintest beginnings of a moustache on his upper lip, with a few red hairs sitting above his upper lip. It had been too long since you had trained with the boy and you made a mental note to make some time see to his training personally. You’d seen him training with Ser Austin Osgrey who was an admirable replacement, but he was still your squire and your responsibility. As Tyrus finishes the last of your armour and heads to grab your shield and cavalry hammer, you call him off.“No Tyrus, I’ll take the two handed hammer today. And I need to you to go outside and ask Ser Austin and Ser Jeremy to prepare to spar with me. Two of them ought to make it a little more fair.”The boy looks at you and gives you a nod, fetching the hammer and handing it to you before running off in his own set of armour as he puts his own gauntlets back on runs out to the yard as you sit for a moment and test out the grip of your hammer. It’s head was a dark steel, with its claw carved into the shape of an eagles head, and the dark wooden handle was banded with steel for added strength and durability. You walked out to the yard looking every inch the villainous knight of a childs story wih your armour of midnight black that absorbed the sun, light twinkling off against the blood red rubies that dotted your chest. All eyes were upon you as you crossed the yard and found the two men who you were sparring against were cracking necks and hoisting their weapons. Ser Austin Osgrey wielded a longsword and a broad shield which had the chequey lion painted on it, whilst Ser Geremy Flowers had his white stag on a field of brown on his own smaller shield and he gripped an axe and the two of them get into their fighting stances and you settle into your own. Swords ring as training goes on all around you and you breathe in deeply as you give the two of them a nod and they go wide to either side of you to try to split your attentions…Can I get 7d6 for fighting please
Rolled 1, 3, 3, 2, 3, 2, 4 = 18 (7d6)>>3842447sparring with live weapons huh?
Rolled 3, 2, 6, 4, 3, 6, 2 = 26 (7d6)>>3842447
Rolled 1, 4, 3, 5, 6, 1, 2 = 22 (7d6)>>3842447Father is staying at work instead of taking care of his children. But at least uncle Joe is here
Did Joe go out to get some cigarettes?
>>3842889Uncle Joe is now gone too. These are dark times.
>>3842476Ah he's just a busy guy. Can't fault the guy for having a life and being successful at his job. I know I'll be taking a hiatus for about 3/4 weeks in late October/early November for work and hunting season. >>3842889HA! No I haven't had a dart in almost 8 months, but this week is testing my willpower.>>3842900I'm back, and writing now!
--- Combat Round 1 ---Ser Mervyn: 24 vs Ser Jeremy Flowers Combat Defense 9Three Degrees of Success*Bludgeon Fighter 1 Activated*Ser Jeremy’s Shield Destroyed8 Damage x Three Degrees of Success = 24 Damage – 5 Armour = 19 Damage Ser Jeremy’s Health 12 – 19 = -7Result: Ser Jeremy YieldsSer Jeremy: 16 vs Combat Defense 7Two Degrees of Success4 Damage x 2 Degrees of Success = 8 Damage – 11 Armour = -3 DamageSer Mervyn’s Health: 12 – 0 = 12Ser Austin: 19 vs Combat Defense 7Three Degrees of Success5 Damage x 3 Degrees of Success = 15 damage – 11 Armour = 4 Damage*1/4 Injuries Taken*4 Damage – 4 = 0 damageSer Mervyn’s Health: 12 – 0 = 12Your men come hard and you commit hard to eliminating one of them from this spar instead of trying to divide your attentions. Your eyes track Ser Jeremy as he steps quickly to you in his lighter armour and angle yourself slightly and as he steps in to close the distance with you bring your hammer around with a mighty swing. You use your forearm as a shield to block his blow, missing the blade of the axe and instead connecting with the handle and after taking away the force from his blow you use your footwork to create a gap and your hammer connects with Ser Jeremy’s shield and the force from the blow splits the small wooden shield in two and your hammer continues to drive through to the mans chest and knocks him clean into the dirt. But in committing to Ser Jeremy you left your flank completely open to Ser Austin and you feel the heavy blow from his longsword collide into your arm and you grit your teeth as you feel the sharp pain shoot up your arm and you grunt out your irritation as you spin and swing your hammer again to create distance between the two of you although the blow does little else as he steps back from the blow. You quickly look back and see Ser Jeremy standing, but giving you a nod that said he’d had enough and you whip your head back around to see Ser Austin watching you in his calm and collected manner. He was likely the most skilled man in your company after yourself and watching he had his guard up in an orthodox, but effective manner you heaved up your hammer and committed… 7d6 please and thanks
Rolled 6, 1, 1, 5, 6, 3, 2 = 24 (7d6)>>3843004
Rolled 6, 4, 6, 6, 1, 5, 2 = 30 (7d6)>>3843004
Rolled 6, 3, 5, 3, 3, 1, 4 = 25 (7d6)>>3843022nice>>3843004
>>3842953>HA! No I haven't had a dart in almost 8 months, but this week is testing my willpower.Well done, Joe.
>>3843022I think we’re good now
>>3842953>HA! No I haven't had a dart in almost 8 months, but this week is testing my willpower.You've given away your dark secret Joe.You're Canadian.
--- Combat Round 2 ---Ser Mervyn: 28 vs Ser Austin Osgrey Combat Defense 10Four Degrees of Success*Bludgeon Fighter 1 Activated*Large Shield Defense Rating is now 18 Damage x Four Degrees of Success = 32 Damage – 10 Armour = 19 Damage Ser Jeremy’s Health 12 – 19 = -7Result: Ser Austin YieldsSer Austin: 21 vs Combat Defense 7Three Degrees of Success*1/4 Injuries Taken*5 Damage x Three Degrees of Success = 15 Damage – 11 Armour = 4 DamageSer Mervyn’s Health 12 – 4 = 8Ser Austin was keeping his defense up and had his longsword in a high and ready to position. You could see the glint of sunlight off of the edge of his blade. You understood the purpose for blunted steel, but you’d never believed in training with it for yourself. Live steel was what your father had trained you with, and you had the scars all across your body to prove it. That was what had made you what you were, what made you the fighter that you are. The fear and adrenaline rush of fighting for your life became a regular feeling and had you been to slow in your defense or foot work you would bleed. He may have been a terrible father, but he had been a capable instructor in the art of battle.The blow came high and on your left side. It was a lightning fast strike but not quite fast enough and you lift your elbow and allow the blade to slam into your unprotected side. You could feel the blow straight through your plate and the blow rang out across the yard and you bring your arm down hard on the steel and use the butt of your hammer to thrust into Ser Austin’s face. He staggers from the relatively ineffectual blow and you twist the trunk of your body, ripping his sword free from his grasp. You capitalize and bring your hammer down and although Ser Austin gets his shield in the way and the blow brings down your man to a single knee.
“Seven above Mervyn, I yield, I yield!”You lower your hammer and let the head fall to the ground and extend a hand to your man and he takes it gladly as you pull him to his feet. “I tell you what Mervyn, getting hit with that is like getting hit by a lance from horseback. I don’t know what’s scarier if I’m being honest. The two of you share a laugh and as you look around you notice that training amongst the rest of the men had fallen to a stop to watch you, but you soon have them all drilling with each other again. Ser Jeremy comments that you didn’t have to obliterate his shield and you offer to buy him a new one. He takes you up on the offer and heads off to undress, promising to bring you the bill when he came back with a new shield. You then head to find Tyrus on the other side of the yard and begin instructing him further in how to use a mace. He was still in the habit of adopting the stance one would use if wielding a longsword and you were determined to break that habit. For nearly two hours you trained with him, going over various combinations and moves and you only stop when Tyrus is so fatigued that he can hardly stand. He gives you a sullen look as his shoulder slump from fatigue and you bring your fist around to clout him around the ear to which he curses in frustration. “FFUCK! SEVEN FUCKING HELLS THAT HURTS!”“Keep your guard up squire. Lowering your guard on a battlefield is asking to be attacked from an unexpected quarter. Everyone wants to end up facing off against a squire Tyrus. And as it stands they would all be right in their wishes.”“Are we done Ser?” He asks the question with as much attitude as can be expected from an angry boy of fourteen and you escort him to the armoury where he helps you out of your armour and you dismiss him curtly before retiring to your own chambers. You felt a small pang of hunger in your belly, but you reckoned you’d need sleep more than you needed food.---16/09/281 ---It was early morning and both the Pelican and Last Sunset were being loaded and boarded by your family. Sea birds were screeching and you heard the waves crashes against the wharves and docks. The family had hired two ships to split them up as an insurance policy in case of disaster, although according to the ships captains there was little to be feared on such a short journey in these waters. --- Which ship do you wish to ride on to Fair Isle --->The Pelican, with Elleanor, Tygon, and Andrea>The Last Sunset, with Titus, Alyssa and Tyrus
>>3843899>The Pelican, with Elleanor, Tygon, and AndreaDuty Calls.
>>3843899>The Pelican, with Elleanor, Tygon, and Andrea
>>3843899>>The Last Sunset, with Titus, Alyssa and Tyrusneed to get our squire back into liking us again desu
>>3843899>The Last Sunset, with Titus, Alyssa and TyrusWe've lent a hand to Tygon previously, so lets spend more time with our wife and Tyrus.
>>3843899>The Last Sunset, with Titus, Alyssa and Tyrus
Calling it here for the Last Sunset. I'll get to writing here shortly!
>>3843899>>The Last Sunset, with Titus, Alyssa and TyrusObviously if El is going to get all huffy and offended then we'll travel with her but I'd rather spend the journey with our wife and squire
You boarded the Last Sunset with Alyssa arm in arm as you crossed the gangplank onto the wooden deck. The Last Sunset was the broader and more sluggish of the two ships and you soon informed the captain that you would need to be holdfast in the bay for sometime and that you were expecting someone. The captain merely shrugs and says that he’s been paid already and could care less when he actually took sail. The journey to Fair Isle was a short one of three days if the weather was fair and you walked out to the railing leaning over it with both hands as the cog slowly began to lurch forward as you made for the centre of the bay that Casterly Rock and Lannisport watched over. You were sat for less than an hour before you see a small rowboat making a beeline for you, and soon enough you can make out Cardyn’s shape being propelled by the skiff he hired. A rope ladder is thrown over the side railing and he hauls himself up and grasps your hand firmly as you offer it to help him over. He turns and throws down what looks like a silver piece before walking directly to his sister.“Kind of you to wait for me Cerenna. I figured the women would all be on one boat. Sailors superstitions and all that. How was Lannisport? Father make any knightly trade deals?”The pretty young girl smiles a tired smile at her brother. The two were clearly close, but it seemed that even Cerenna could eventually grow bored with what served as Ser Cardyn’s wit.“Of course I’d wait for you Cardyn. Just as Cedrick would had he been on this ship. He misses you Cardyn, we talked about you for some time. Promise me you’ll at least speak to him when we get to Fair Isle?”Cardyn looked at her with a lip curled up in distaste and a look in his eyes that said he would rather eat rotten vegetables but Cerenna keeps up her stare and he eventually agrees. “Alright, fine Cerenna. I’ll play nice with our precious elder brother Cedrick. But I draw the line at father. I won’t be kissing his fat arse no matter how angry you get. House Lantell is barely anything more than a glorified merchant family the way he rules it. I’m surprised he hasn’t married you off to a fucking captain for some undisclosed amount of gold…”
Cerenna slaps him hard across the face, whilst her own is as red as Lannister crimson as she picks up her skirts and half runs below deck in a huff, and you see Alyssa stir from her discussion with Titus and she gives you a sharp look, gesturing with her eyes towards Cardyn in annoyance as she hurried after her hand maiden. All you can do is roll your eyes as you head in the young man’s direction. You see Titus talking with the captain at the ships helm, and Tyrus is off towards the back of the boat looking back towards Lannisport, leaving you to deal with Cardyn.“Don’t you fucking start with me to Mervyn. I’m in no mood for it today. She’s the one who brought up our craven brother and father, not me.”His golden hazel eyes were hard, and there was frustration in them as he turned his gaze outwards to the vastness of the sunset sea and you could see his jaw flexing as he ground his teeth and his knuckles were white as they clenched the railing. His hair swayed back and forth slightly in the salty wind as you spoke.--- What tone do you take with Cardyn? --->Sympathetic, You were a friend after all, with a similar dislike for your own father>Authoritative, You were his captain and superior, and such displays were unbecoming of a knight under your command>Irritated, You were Alyssa’s husband before all else, and an insult to her hand maiden was an insult to her>Write in (Something else)
>>3844665>Sympathetic, You were a friend after all, with a similar dislike for your own father
>>3844665>Irritated, You were Alyssa’s husband before all else, and an insult to her hand maiden was an insult to her
>>3844665A mix between authoritative and sympathetic, he needs to behave and pull himself together.We are his superior now and we expect good things from him regardless of what he thinks of his family. Perhaps we can encourage him or show him a way to bite his tongue a bit more when talking about his family
>>3844665Mostly>>Sympathetic, You were a friend after all, with a similar dislike for your own fatherWith a little>>Authoritative, You were his captain and superior, and such displays were unbecoming of a knight under your commandAgree with a mix of these. Primarily we like the guy and we understand where he's coming from but at the same time he needs to exercise a bit more selfcontrol for the sake of appearances.
Can't say I expected an overt show of "sympathy" for Cardyn,especially considering he nearly kills Brynden Malroys brother in law but this should be fun to write. I'll make sure to have a post up today. I have to say I'm really enjoying fleshing out a character who's absolutely hated in another quest. Apologies again for my scabby run schedule this week. It's been absolute madness and I should be able to get back to my 6-8 hour runs next week!
>>3845195They let you hunt in Canada? I'm kinda surprised desu
>>3845416Every arctic country lets you hunt, dummy
You clap your hand on Cardyns shoulder and join him in gazing out at the green blue waters of the Sunset Sea and silence fell between the two of you, punctuated by bouts of shouting from the ships crew and the squawking of gulls.“Have I ever told you about my father Cardyn?”He turns sharply and gives you a suspicious look, clearly suspecting some kind of trick or other deception but he shakes his head.“No Ser. I don’t believe you have.”“There’s a reason for that Cardyn, and I’m not about to tell you now. Some things just shouldn’t be said and disrespecting your family and your father is one of them. I’ll tell you this much though, there was no love lost between me and my own father, but the matter is between me and him and nobody else. You pull him in close to you and lower your voice….“My father was a bastard, nothing more than a hedge knight and a cruel man to boot. But no matter what else he was, he was my father first, and as such it was and remains to be my duty to respect him. Do you understand Cardyn?”A short sigh is all the reply you get from him, and he pulls his shoulder out from under your hand and he makes to leave your company but you bark out his name and stop him in his tracks.“Ser Cardyn Lantell! I am your captain, and your master at arms and you will not turn your back on me when I am speaking to you. I won’t pretend to be something I’m not and claim I am a true knight in shiny armour, bound by the codes of chivalry because we both know that to be untrue. But no man in my cavalry company will dishonour his fathers name. Be happy your father had a name to give you.
“Yes he gave me a name alright. A name he continues to insult by his deeds and words. The name Lantell commands so much respect that my uncle abandoned it for your own as soon as he had the chance. I cannot stand fat lords Ser. Those who are unfit to bare their name, let alone a sword. A lord should be a warrior first and anything else second. And now my brother follows in my fathers footsteps, showing great promise in matters of trade but do you think he could best a squire in the yard? I damn well fucking doubt it Ser.”He wasn’t wrong. Both Lord Titus and Ser Tyrion were stout men, past their prime if they had ever achieved it. Neither of them were great warriors, with Titus’ greatest achievement being confining a sixteen year old girl to her chambers to prevent her from marching on Lord Tywin twenty years ago. Thoughts of Tygon ran through your mind, for he may be young and fit but a warrior he was not.“Is that why you knocked out Tygon’s teeth the last time we visited Lannisport?”Another shrug and a curt raising of his lips. “Sort of, Ser. I wanted to see what kind of man he was. If he’d have blocked the blow he wouldn’t have that gilded smile he loves to show to everyone now would he? I’m not completely stupid Ser, I know I have to make nice with him but that doesn’t mean he still isn’t an arrogant highborn prick who thinks his shit doesn’t stink. He mocks me to his face with his “kindness” and makes merry with a man who knocked out his teeth? Craven I call him, too afraid to insult me for fear of losing yet more.”In truth, you rather liked Tygon. Yes, he may have been proud and he certainly was highborn, but he was kind and honourable as well. Had you still been living amongst the smallfolk you thought to yourself, you would have been happy to have him as your lord. He was a tad soft for your taste as a master at arms however, his giving of second chances in the Auric Hills had proven that to you, but he wasn’t a coward. He had fought with you side by side and blooded himself, proving himself no craven. You knew that some generals preferred to watch the battle from afar, to dictate the flow of battle from a vantage point and judging by the amount of time Tygon spent behind a table at his wargames, you had a feeling he was this kind of man. Cardyn was also likely unaware of Tygon’s upbringing, having been forbidden to squire by his overbearing mother for fear of her child’s life. You could see a remarkable change in the young man even just in the year or so that you had been in Ember Peak.
“Enough Cardyn. I want no more dissent in this house. You need to learn to respect your elders, Tygon and everyone else in both Ember Peak and Lantell Manor, right down to the lowest servant is that understood? I can understand your anger, serving people who aren’t fit to hold a dinner fork never less a sword, but that is how the world works. Fighting against that is like or not going to get you killed. Or have you forgotten how I pulled you out of the fire regarding Ser Leroy?”A bridge formed between your eyes, a solid connections as he processed what you had said and remembers the events that had led to his banishment, but you don’t give him time to respond..“Come now, let us go below Cardyn. I know you care for your sister, even if you detest the rest of your family. You owe her an apology and you know it…”Can I get 3d6 for persuasion please
Rolled 1, 2, 2 = 5 (3d6)>>3845504
Rolled 3, 5, 5 = 13 (3d6)>>3845504
Rolled 6, 6, 6 = 18 (3d6)>>3845504
>>3845579We just guilt tripped Cardyn. kek
Well done boys. Well done. Consider Cardyn thoroughly "guilted". Do to the severity of my hangover I am in absolutely no fit state to write, but I'll be running tomorrow! Hope to see you all then
>>3848297Are you me?
>>3848297Dad is gone and we are left Uncle Joe the Drunkard
Hello folks, I've got a question to pose to you all. I've been thinking recently about the "Lucky" benefit, and the way I play it allowing a single re-roll on an already best of three seems rather underwhelming to me. However, giving another Bo3 roll seems a little over powered. So, seeing as I'm the one who threw lucky on the character sheet because I thought it made sense with Mervyn's backstory of surviving getting lost in an old mine, not to mention his father, I've been thinking about allowing you guys to swap "Lucky" for a different benefit such as Armor Mastery, or even just getting back a destiny point to be spent at a later date. Just wondering what you guys think
>>3849150Maybe have it so Lucky gives two rerolls, so it turns into a Bo5?
>>3849150I'm just throwing out ideas, but you could use it the way Pious typically works and just keep the name the same. Giving +1D to all 3 rolls for the test feels more worthwhile while not forcing what may be seen as a retcon. It's not as if Merv shows any sign of embracing religion, so there shouldn't be any issues with double dipping.
>>3849180>>3849196I actually like both of these ideas. Although I wouldn't consider reinvesting destiny points a retcon because you are allowed to do so at any time, I'd just rather not if possible. If there are no objections, I think I'll just make it Bo5 on the lucky roll. Alright before I get writing here...what does Mervyn do next>Follow Cardyn as he apologizes>Attend Lord Titus Reynold>Timeskip to Fair Isle
>>3849229>Attend Lord Titus Reynold
>>3849150qm tries to get us to powergame even morenah
>>3849229>Timeskip to Fair Isle
>>3849229>>Timeskip to Fair Isle
>>3849229>>Attend Lord Titus Reynold
Your wish is my command. Timeskip to Fair Isle it is!
>>3849229>Although I wouldn't consider reinvesting destiny points a retcon because you are allowed to do so at any timeNor would I, just saying some may jump to conclusions. It's easy to forget (or to have never known) the investment rules from the rulebook.
--- Ser Mervyn’s Persuasion Test ---Rolled 18 vs DC: 12Result: Two Degrees of SuccessCardyn Lantell blinks a few quick times in succession and he looks at you before he shakes his head with a shameful and guilty look written clear upon his face. You feel yourself stiffen brusquely and you can feel your fist and jaw clench. This kind of subordination would put your authority at risk and just as your were able to bark an order at him, Cardyn speaks. “No Ser. I’ll go myself.”He looks directly at the deck of the ship, unable to meet your gaze and the eighteen year old may have been a man grown, but in this moment he looked as guilty as a boy who had been caught putting putting worms into the stew pot. “Cerenna is my sister and I didn’t mean to anger her. She…she’s the only family I care about Ser. Her and my mother before she passed. She’s a lot like our mother was. Maybe not the way she looks mind you, we all look like our father but in temperament and wit, shes exactly like our lady mother way. Even there names are similar. Cerenna and Cyanna. I…I’d better go go below and find her…”And with that, the young man pivots on the spot and slowly makes his way towards the staircase that led to the bowels of the ships, and the cabin where Alyssa was likely consoling her handmaiden with carefully chosen words about her brothers lack of tact. She could be fierce when she needed to be, and although she still tended to be polite and well spoken even in her anger or frustration, her words could still cut like a knife when she wished, only sometimes the victim might not realize they had been cut. You yourself look about the deck and see the sailors tending to their duties, and Titus and the captain are standing at the helm and you look up to the sails and recall your most recent lesson with Alyssa and Andrea to prepare you for the upcoming wedding. The Farman’s heraldry was three ships, and their words were “The wind our steed”, and as the wind caught the canvas, you felt the ship lurch ahead suddenly you find yourself flat on your arse and you chuckle to yourself as you attempt to find your sea legs and regain your feet, much to the amusement of the crew. You ponder on what else your wife and the future Lady of Ember Peak had spoken of. Of how this wedding would likely make Tygon and Andrea’s wedding seem small by comparison, how Fair Isle was hosting half of the Westerlands, and most of all how they expected that even Lord Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West and Hand of the King, might travel across the width of Westeros to attend such a union. They spoke this last bit of information in hushed whispers while educating you in what served as Maester Aethans library. Lady Elleanors distaste for her liege lord was well known amongst those who lived at Ember Peak and the name Tywin, let alone Lannister, was said with caution.
You yourself hoped he did not. There had been enough tension at Tygons wedding with Ser Tygett in attendance, and you feared you lacked the skills or knowledge of what to do should the Lord of the Westerlands attend. That feeling of helplessness was one you were unfamiliar with in recent years, and there were few problems you’d come across that could not be solved with a hard look or a hammer but the prospect of meeting a man who had exterminated not one but two families in their entirety…it was a thought that could put even a man like you ill at ease…--- 20/09/281 ---You finally stepped off of the ship onto the docks of Fair Isle’s large town and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. You’d been on boats before, but only slow ambling river cogs and barges. Travelling the open ocean was an entirely different matter and you’d struggled to adjust to the constant surging of the waves as you found yourself perpetually crashing into walls below deck and you had been sick to your stomach even during the calm. You’d been waylaid by a day due to a brief storm where the ship had lost her bearing and delayed you, and even you had offered up a prayer to the smith that the Last Sunset wouldn’t fall apart in the turmoil. Stepping off of the docks, your feet hit the cobblestone and you smile broadly as the reassuring steadiness of solid rock echoes from your footsteps as the ships are unloaded by the crew. Your horse Triumph seems as pleased to be back on dry land as well, and you are among the first of your party to be mounted and ready to ascend the hill to Faircastle proper. You could see the tips of a few white towers cresting over the roofs of the town’s buildings and together as a family you rode through the bustling streets. The wedding had brought many to the island, and the markets and shops appeared to be a raucous place with much shouting as you led the family through the crowds of people. After reaching the far side of the town, it opened up to a picturesque view as the road wound up through the hills, alongside forests that looked as if they were just beginning to bud.
“Good day, my lords, ladies and knights. I am Ser Elmo Smallwood, Captain of the garrison here at Faircastle. I am pleased and honoured to welcome you, and bid you dismount and allow my men to take your horses, whilst servants take your belongings and yourselves to follow me. Lord Sebastian has been awaiting your coming most anxiously.”The man was slight, of average height but skinny, although he did have a very commanding voice. The family all does as they are bid and you are soon walking under the portcullis, through the main courtyard and into the main hall. It was a splendid hall to be sure, with nautical tapestries hanging from the wall and you all approach the high seat and see Lord Sebastion looking lordly, and you also see his son and heir, Ser Sebaston, standing beside him. Little had changed of the young man in the days since Tygon’s wedding, although his stare did harden as he made eye contact with you. His stare soon disappears as his father stands and bids you welcome. “Ah the Reynolds! Please, allow me to welcome you all to my humble home. Please sit and join me for lunch. It is wonderful to see you here.”He stares mostly at Elleanor as he says this, but you soon tuck into a meal of a hearty fish stew and bread. You keep to yourself for the most part, speaking little and instead listen to the conversation of the lords and ladies as they discuss the plans for the wedding. Talk of jousting, transfer of the dowry and other matters are soon interrupted by Tygon however. “I notice my sister is absent from the greeting party my lord. Where might she be?”Lord Farman blinks back his surprise at being addressed so bluntly, but soon recovers with a small smile. “The bride has been feeling unwell I fear, nerves I believe over her marriage day. Upon conclusion of our meal I will personally escort you to her if you wish to see her.”Tygon nods his head and uncharacteristically offers little in the way of either smiles or words and instead goes back to his stew while Elleanor lightly pats him on the hand and offers Lord Sebastion a conciliatory look. Lunch soon finishes and whilst Elleanor and Tygon follow Lord Sebastion to see Joanna, the rest of the party all go their ways as they follow servants to their respective chambers. You and Alyssa are led to a small, quaint chambers on the main floor of the castle and a small crib is soon brought by a pair of servants as Alyssa places Marqus in as she begins to unpack her things with Cerenna, while you set about ensuring your armour was placed on a stand properly and upon seeing a few scratches you remind yourself to have Tyrus scour your armour and ensure you would look fitting for the tournament. A few hours later and yourself and your wife are unpacked and settled in, the wet nurse Holly had been brought along and was currently looking after Marqus which left the two of you free for the evening…
--- What would you like to do? --->Attend dinner with Lord Andros Brax and Lady Cerelle Lannister>Attend dinner with Lord Sebastion Farman and Lord and Lady Reynold>Attend dinner with Ser Gordon Serrett and Elyse Reynold>Attend dinner with someone else (Write in)
>>3849721>>Attend dinner with Lord Sebastion Farman and Lord and Lady Reynold
>>3849721>Attend dinner with Lord Sebastion Farman and Lord and Lady Reynold
>>3849721>Attend dinner with Lord Andros Brax and Lady Cerelle Lannister
Looking forward to see Alyssa's reaction when she finds out she is pregnant again
>>3849721>Attend dinner with Lord Sebastion Farman and Lord and Lady ReynoldWe went on the ship with Titus, we need to show her we're still on her side. Also, Sebastion is the lord and dining with him is respectable. Yes, dining with lord Brax is also respectable but he's not the host this time.
Alright Lord Sebaston it is. Writing
Alyssa mentioned in passing that Lord Farman had extended an invitation to sup him to her parents, and by extension their children, and being Lady Elleanor’s sworn shield, you thought it appropriate to attend them. A servant helped you change into more suitable clothing as you donned your favourite tunic, black wool with slashes in it to reveal a crimson under layer as well as a pair of britches in a cool and neutral grey. Lastly, you fastened a belt around your waist upon which was sheathed your dirk. While it may have been unseemly, or perhaps even downright disrespectful to wear a sword or hammer whilst a guest in another lords castle, it wasn’t like you to go about completely unarmed and few and less would be like to complain about the wearing of a small knife. You ran your thumb across the aged pommel out of instinct as you take your wifes arm and allow a servant to escort you to the private dining chamber. You’d had the dirk since you were 12. In one of the few displays of paternal caring, or perhaps it was just pragmatism, your father had bought you the weapon to defend yourself with as his squire. It was common steel, unadorned and plain, although it was your habit to keep it sharp enough to shave with. The servant leads you through a labyrinthian path before coming to a large door which the man opens with a boy and ushers you in and you are greeted by the sight of Lord Farman and his son, as well as Lord Titus, Lady Elleanor, Tygon and Joanna all sitting around a large ebony table enjoying what you imagine is a fine wine out of fine glass goblets. It is Lord Farman who stands to greet you and bids you welcome, and with a snap of his fingers a different servant enters through a side door and lays two new places at the table for Alyssa and yourself which you take after pulling out your lady wifes chair as would be expected by a gentleman and a knight. “Please Tygon, do continue. Ser Mervyn, Lady Alyssa, Young lord Tygon was just regaling us with tales of his exploits in your houses newly acquired land.”Lord Farman is a relatively plain looking man, a trait not shared by his unfortunate son, and he gestures amicably towards the heir to Ember Peak to continue and he does so. He regales the assembled party with a full retelling of the events that had transpired. He only slightly exaggerates his own role in the skirmishes, although he isn’t shy to tell Ser Farman of your prowess and how easily you had dispatched the rebel leader which causes Lord Sebaston to interrupt.
“Ah yes, I remember watching you in the melee at Ember Peak Ser. And I’m sure my son here can attest to the strength of your arm first hand. You certainly possess a considerable skill at arms Ser.”He slaps his son firmly on the back with a hearty laugh which causes Ser Sebastion to nearly drop his soup spoon and splash a small amount of the pea soup he was eating across the table. The heir to Faircastle rolls his eyes out of his fathers gaze and wears a look of indifference, completely ignoring you while you thank his father and Tygon soon continues. “Yes my lord, Ser Mervyn and I vanquished those malcontents quite easily. And yet, I made certain that the villages would have no reason to despise us. I offered their young men a second chance at life, and even those who refused I allowed to take the black instead of hanging them then and there. To my knowledge there has not been an incidence in our new territory since.”“Truly a commendable act. Although I must advise you, as I’m sure your father and mother have done, that sometimes the silk glove must come off and you must instead don the iron gauntlet. For instance, my own lands have been plagued by pirates as of late. I believe them to be ironborn, likely some third or fourth son out to make a name for himself. So far there has been relatively little damage, and I doubt they’ve the nerve to strike at my ships but the villages on the north coast have complained about a few isolated raids. Perhaps I should do as you have done Lord Titus, and have my heir deal with these vandals…”Can I get 4d6 for awareness please
Rolled 5, 4, 1, 6 = 16 (4d6)>>3850027
Rolled 4, 1, 3, 2 = 10 (4d6)>>3850027
Rolled 4, 3, 5, 1 = 13 (4d6)>>3850027
--- Ser Mervyn’s Awareness Test ---Rolled 16 vs DC: 6, 9, 18Results: Three Degrees of Success, Two Degrees of Success, FailedYou first turn your gaze to the man across the table from you, Ser Sebaston. The look he wore on his face was one of shock and absolute distaste. His homely face then contorted into an angry scowl as he turned in his seat to speak to his father. “Surely father, you jest. Such a matter as some lowly pirates would be a matter better left to Captain Simon, or even Captain Baranabus. This is no matter for the heir to Faircastle…”Lord Sebastian however was of a different mindset. “Until I die, I decide what concerns the heir of Faircastle. From who you marry, to what chamber pot you use. So if I say that you will be in charge of rooting out ironborn scum from Fair Isle, rooting out ironborn scum is what you shall do.”An awkward silence fell and you look upon your friend Tygon who was looking back and forth from his twin sister Joanna and Ser Sebaston and the twins share a look before Tygon coughs politely into his hand. “My lord Farman, if I may, perhaps you will allow me to accompany Ser Sebaston in this endeavour. I fear I could not leave Fair Isle with the thought of ironborn plaguing it’s shores with my fair sister calling it home. I’m sure that the our escort, the Loyal Reins, could be lent to your use as well should these pirates be bold enough to secure a base of operations on land.”Lord Farman looks to Lord Titus with a questioning gaze, one that Lord Titus nods his head to in the affirmative and yet, through all of this conversation, you had not seen Lady Elleanor’s expression change once. She kept her face calm, cool and collected as she ate in her ever dignified manner as she allowed Lord Sebastian to converse with her husband. “My lord, I think it almost necessary. I am of the same mind as my son that no pirates shall plague your domain if my daughter is to be the lady of this land.”Lord Titus looked to Joanna with kind, but almost pitying eyes, and soon he looks back to Lord Farman. “You may consider this an additional wedding gift my lord. Once Joanna and Sebaston are wed, my men shall take to their steeds and ride for the north of Fair Isle to assist you in routing these bastards. I am from Lannisport, and know well the treachery of their kind.”“From the reports I’ve read, it is likely only a longship or two as they have not yet dared to attack a village with either walls or a semblance of a guard. But I fear reaching the north point of Fair isle might take you longer than you’d like. Instead I propose that your men join Sebaston on his ship with his sailors and together they can put these heathens to the sword.”The meal lasts for another 4 courses, ending with a desert of fresh fruit and whipped cream sweetened with sugar. Alyssa had excused herself on account of her not feeling well, and as the dinner came to an end you decided to...
>Stay and speak with Lord Farman>Leave with Elleanor>Leave with Titus>Leave with Tygon and Joanna>Leave straight to your chambers
>>3850180>>Leave with Tygon and Joanna
>>3850180>Leave with Tygon and Joanna
>You decided to leave with Tygon and JoannaUpon conclusion, the twins stood up and made for the door. After a sharp look from his father, Ser Sebaston stands and kisses Joanna’s hand although from the look on her face she is anything but impressed by the gesture. You yourself stood and offered to join Tygon as he escorted his sister back to her chambers and you leave the proper lords to their business. Without either Alyssa or Tygon by your side you felt horribly out of your depth in dealing with such company and were eager to be rid of it. Joanna leads the two of you through the castle arm in arm with Tygon and you follow close behind them, perhaps only half a step or so. Tygon asks after her, and if you couldn’t tell from the dinner, you could certainly tell from her speech that Joanna was absolutely miserable in Faircastle.“Tygon, you have to help me. You can’t leave me here when you leave. Ser Sebaston is a cretin. Homely, craven and positively unbearable. Did you see the way he slobbered on my hand just now?”She raises her hand for Tygon to inspect, although to your eyes it looks dry as a bone and Tygon shakes his head.“Joanna, I promise I’ll do all I can. But you will have to go through with the marriage. Don’t roll your eyes at me, I don’t want you to marry him either but mother has been insistent.”Tygon looks over his shoulder to you and gives you a telling stare, and asks if he can trust you and you give him a small nod and he looks back to Joanna. “Men fall in battle all the time. Isn’t that right Ser Mervyn?” Upon receiving a hesitant nod he continues. “So we go with the plan. If he is as craven a man as you say, his seed won’t take hold and you will be a widow before he has a second chance to get you with child. If not, there’s always moon tea.”Next it was Joanna’s turn to continue the plot.“And then I return home to Ember Peak, and Father can find a more suitable husband for me. Perhaps even Ser Leroy if he will take me.”
The twins plot whispering ahead of you, talking of how they were to handle the following days and you come to Joanna’s chambers where she throws her arms around Tygon in a warm embrace and you can see she has tears in her eyes and she turns to you and regains her grace and poise. She truly was the most beautiful of Titus and Elleanors children. She was tall, perhaps only an inch or two shorter than yourself, with flawless pale skin and the haunting Reynold eyes of sea green. Her lips were full and her cheekbones high, and her shape was womanly but fit at the same time and no matter what she wore her clothes seemed to compliment both her hips and her bust. When she smiled, it was hard not to smile back at her and she gave you a soft, miniscule smile behind her tear stained cheeks as she curtsied to you. “Thank you Ser Mervyn. I know I haven’t been…kind to you in the past. I will admit I thought you a grasping man unfit to wed Alyssa, but now I thank you. Tygon has told me about the plan the two of you have and…and I appreciate it in earnest. I don’t know how I will repay you, but mark my words repay you I shall.”And with that, she slips into her chambers and closes the door, and you hear the deadbolt softly lock and you are left staring at Tygon who is giving you a wide eyed look with his hands raised in apology. --- Questions/Comments for Tygon Reynold --->What the fuck have you gotten me involved in exactly?>Are you braindead? Do you have a death wish?>You realize I’m honour bound to tell your mother about this?>Write in
>>3850405>Tygon explain, or I go straight to your mother.>I was all for letting the Farman and Lannister duel for her hand, Hells I'd have championed such a thing in front of your mother, but this? This is a vastly different thing.
>>3850405>>What the fuck have you gotten me involved in exactly?
>>3850405>What the fuck have you gotten me involved in exactly?Future lord. I'd rather roll the dice with him.
>>3850405>>You realize I’m honour bound to tell your mother about this?"I'm not gonna, but I should."
>>3850405>>What the fuck have you gotten me involved in exactly?"I'm all for killing salt niggers, but this scheme is a little much"
Sounds good to me. Writing
Oh boy here we go again, honestly I don't know how to deal with this.Is this going to be after the wedding?
>What the fuck have you gotten me involved in exactly?“Tygon, what in the name of the fucking seven are you up to exactly?”He brings a finger to his lips and bids you follow him as he leads you down the beautiful halls of Faricastle to his chambers. The castle was aptly named, and it’s high arched ceilings soared above you, whilst tapestries and painting adorned the walls and myrish and qohorik carpets muffled your steps on the marble floors. Tygon leads on in silence, somehow remembering his way through the maze of halls, courtyards and passages before coming to his room and opening the door. He looks about and sees that Andrea was not present and soon bids you sit and he goes to a side table to pour each of you a goblet of wine, and after presenting you with a cup he sits himself. You take a small sip and smack your lips, not nearly as fine a vintage as the one served at dinner, and you restart the conversation…“Well?” “Well? I figured you would be the man to help me with this. I’ve heard mother say how you were a man comfortable with unsavoury tasks…”You stare at the young lordling hard. It wasn’t a lie, but that was besides the point. The fact another person in Ember Peak wished to use you to do their dirty work rankled you, especially seeing as that person was Tygon. The proud and honourable man you had thought of as your friend. The young man who had allowed traitors a last night with their families before sending them north to the wall. And yet now here he was, asking you to assassinate an heir to a noble house without the balls to actually ask it of you. “Say what you mean Tygon. Don’t speak in riddles. Speak like a man.”He takes a long pull from his goblet before refilling his cup and he takes a dry swallow that you swear you could hear, before he adjusts his seat.“Joanna and I have always been close, the closest of any of our siblings, and I cannot stand by and watch my sister be forced into a marriage with a man she hates. She told me of her distaste for Ser Sebaston at my wedding, and we were both hoping that father and mother would agree to marry to Ser Leroy Lannister. But then, well, I led us to defeat and got us captured and dragged to Silverhill, and mother sent Joanna to Fair Isle and negotiated a marriage with Lord Farman in the time we were captured. So I promised Joanna I would find a way for her to be rid of this place. She wrote to me during her time here and said that Lord Farman and Sebaston have been arguing over the topic of a band of ironborn who’ve taken up residence. From there, it didn’t take much to get Lord Sebastian on the subject…”
He trails off suddenly and attempts to look away but you bring his attention back to you with a rap of your knuckles on the table.“I…I want to make sure that…”His voice drops to the absolute quietest of whispers…“I want to make sure that Ser Sebaston doesn’t return from this. Hopefully he falls without any help, but if needs be I was hoping that you might…”“Kill him.” You answer the sentence for him and he looks palpably relieved that he hadn’t been forced to utter those two words. It was obvious that he had little stomach for what he was suggesting, and that his motives were not about his dislike of Ser Sebaston but rather the love he bore his sister, although motive seldom affected merit of murder.“Yes Ser. Exactly. So what say you?”Your face bore no expression as you considered what he was proposing. What Tygon proposed could very well likely end up with your head on a spike, and in the short term there was precious little to be gained, only vague promises from Joanna. Your mind ran to thoughts of your wife and Elleanor. Your wife would likely be shocked or horrified, and you didn’t think it appropriate to ruin her opinion of her brother, but Lady Elleanor on the other hand. She would likely have a better idea of what to do regarding this manner. She was as cunning and dangerous as a viper and such a plot was exactly her field of expertise but…Tygon was the future of House Reynold. Having his confidence in you could prove useful in the coming years once he became lord. It would be a large risk betraying his trust by involving someone else without his knowledge…--- What to do? --->Suggest that he involve his mother, Lady Elleanor Reynold>Play along, before informing Lady Elleanor Reynold of the plan>Suggest he forget the plot in it’s entirety >Agree to help him kill Ser Sebaston Farman>Refuse to help him and try to forget this conversation ever happened
>>3850670Don't take my lack of a response for lack of interest - I'm just sitting here with a shell-shocked look on my face trying to decide what the hell we ought to do. Much the same as Merv I imagine. Eventual vote will likely be between >Suggest that he involve his mother, Lady Elleanor Reynold>Agree to help him kill Ser Sebaston Farman
>>3850782There was a reason why Elleanor wanted to marry her daughter to the Farmans. Why would she consider Leroy Lannister again to Titus' benefit?On the other hand, she consented to the pirate raiding plan. She definitely figured it and we should consult with her.>>3850670>Suggest that he involve his mother, Lady Elleanor Reynold
>>3850670>Suggest that he involve his mother, Lady Elleanor Reynold
>>3850670This is Elleanor's field of expertise. I would honestly be surprised if she does not already know about the plot. Tell Tygon we suspect so>Suggest that he involve his mother, Lady Elleanor ReynoldI am also partial to agreeing with Tygon to kill Sebaston, as I think it may be in character. Merv does not like Joanna but Sebaston is everything Merv hates in a noble. I can be totally wrong though.>Agree
>>3850670Who would become the next Farman heir, breezy?
>>3850670>Agree to help him kill Ser Sebaston Farman
>>3850670>Suggest that he involve his mother, Lady Elleanor ReynoldElleanor loves her children and I don't think she'll want for her daughter to have to marry a man she despise like she was. She probably already has a plan in the works. Does Sebastian happen to have a younger more acceptable brother?
>>3851031she is the one who arranged this marriage
>>3851037I'm aware but knowing her she's scheming. But maybe her hate for the Lannisters trumps the love for her children and she really want to marry her daughter to that craven. There is not reference in the wiki of him having a brother so I'm probably wrong.
>>3851040She hasnt struck me as the sentimental type. Not like anon. I think bringing it up with her is a mistake.Either just agree or disagree with the plan>Agree to help him kill Ser Sebaston FarmanBetter give us a tower for this
>>3850670>Agree to help him kill Ser Sebaston FarmanThey owes us for this crap
>>3851088>time to collect the reynold debt>seven, its a pity our valiant ser protector-knight had to fall during the battle
Fuck, but killing him is going to be worse, who wants to marry a widow? It will also ruin relationship with the Farmans, Joanna seems to be imagining things Sébaston didn't drool on her hand
>>3850670Is it possible to talk to Joanna bit more of this later, maybe we can make Sébaston shine during the fight, turn him into a proper man
Suggest that he involve his mother, Lady Elleanor Reynold - 3>>3850791>>3850826>>3851031Agree to help him kill Ser Sebaston Farman - 3>>3851042>>3851088>>3851022Both>>3850882>>3850885Not that Mervyn would know this, but I have the next heir being Jeyne Farman, a girl who is already wed to Ser Gareth Clifton, a bannermen of the Farmans.
>>3850670>Agree to help kill ser Sébaston FarmanOnce we agree that will put Tygon at ease the we can try to reason with him, killing him off would make all this travel for nothing and it will make Joanna not that desirable anymore as she will be a widow
>>3851109Oh it's certainly possible. Theres roughly a week or so of wedding festivities before this is going to happen. >>3851114So I'll take this as a tentative yay on the hopes of talking him out of it?
Would it be possible to have a word with Sebaston during our time here? Maybe we can help him a little
>>3851119We cant change a guys entire personality and upbringing by talking to him for a weekend.
>>3851118Yes, Tygon seems really nervous, we agree to calm him down. Once his mind is clear we can try to reason with him
>>3851107>who wants to marry a widow>>3851114>it will make Joanna not that desirable anymore as she will be a widowShe is a noble lady. So, pretty much everybody. Can always claim that the marriage hasn't been consummated (and a maester paid off to confirm).
>>3851122Fuck phone posting is shit, but yeah I vote to kill him off with the intent of make Tygon think deeper into this. We won't even have to talk to Elleanor, Tygon will do it for us
>>3851121I feel like we haven't seen Sebaston that much, and he doesn't seem to be that much of a pervert only lacking a bit of courage and dislike for fighting
Score is 3 - 4Interesting. But God damn this is going to be fun. I'm just going to whip up some breakfast here and I'll get to writing
>>3851163Is voting closed? I just caught up and i'm strongly in the >TELL YOUR MOMcamp
I should have been more clear in >>3851163 but yes voting was closed. There will be a tricky scene with Elleanor in the coming days however so who knows what will happen there. There'll be some big rolls/decisions there.
>>3851118Thats lame. I doubt most those who want to agree to kill him want to talk tygon out of it
>>3851307Yeah, Mervyn has no sympathy for pathetic wimps. (Nor for noble cunts but Tygon asked him and besides the whole Elleanor plot.)
>>3851311>>3851307Pretty sure it's not about sympathy, but about the inherent risk of murdering the heir to a house.
>>3851314People die. Especially unskilled heirs who raid pirate bases.
>Agree to help him kill Ser Sebaston FarmanYou stare at Tygon for a long while as you consider what he is proposing, and you find yourself silently agreeing with your friend and one day to be lord. You’d nearly killed a lord heir once before during your time in the riverlands when you had run with a group of bandits for nearly a year. Of course you hadn’t realized that he’d been a lordling as you stood over him ready to smash his skull in with your old mace until you’d heard a man shout “MY LORD” with urgency and soon there were five men charging towards you with a vengeance and they’d put themselves in between you and their lieges eldest son and drove you off. You’d barely escaped with your life and you’d fled the riverlands for your home in the west soon after that. You couldn’t remember what house he’d been from, but you remember his heraldry vividly. Ironically it was rather similar to that of House Reynold. Three red birds on a white bend, over a blue field. So if you’d be willing to kill a defeated man solely because he was there, why wouldn’t you be willing to do so for a man you would one day call Lord. “Alright Tygon. I’ll help you make this happen.”Colour floods back into Tygon’s face and his face relaxes into what could almost be a smile, but the lines of his face are serious as he leans in across the table from you. “I knew you would Ser. I fucking knew you would. I told Joanna as much. Ser Mervyn is a loyal man, and a good friend. I promise you this Ser, when I become Lord of Ember Peak I will reward you for this. Land, titles, whatever you wish. I am in your debt Ser.” “So what is the plan here exactly? Or do you even have one?”“We wait until after the wedding. I will befriend Ser Sebaston in the coming days and gain his trust, and after the wedding is done with we shall head north to combat these pirates. I suggest you be at least courteous to him, although I fear that will do you little good. Joanna says he dislikes you after his embarrassment by your hand, and if Ser Sebaston’s efforts in the melee at my wedding are any indication, he will fall on his own with little prompting. But should he somehow survive, it’ll be up to us to make it look like he fell in battle. Now Ser, the key to this will be secrecy. Absolutely nobody can know. Not Andrea, not Alyssa, not my mother, no one. The only people who can know of this are yourself, Joanna and I. Understood Ser?”
Just as the two of you were shaking hands, you heard the door latch open and the pregnant lady Andrea walked into the room, a small look of surprise on her face. “Ser Mervyn, I hadn’t expected to find you here at this hour. I thought for certain you would be attending your wife. I’d heard that she has taken ill.”Tygon stands abruptly and answers for you, nearly spilling his wine in his haste. “Andrea! How lovely to see you as always. You look positively resplendent. Ser Mervyn and I were just discussing the prospects of the joust and his odds.”He gives her a guilty look when his wife stares him down and crosses her arms and he puts up his hands and confesses.“Alright, alright. We we’re discussing potentially rigging the jousts in order to make some coin. Ser Mervyn would do the jousting and I would offer odds to those not competing and…”Andrea looks to her husband, eye brow raised high and she walks over to her husband and lightly presses a finger onto his chest. “Tygon Reynold, you will do no such thing. And should I hear so much as a rumour of you conspiring with Ser Mervyn about such a dishonourable thing again I swear, pregnant or no…”You bid the pair of them good evening and excuse yourself from the room. Lady Andrea was an intimidating woman when cross and pregnancy had done little to temper her moods. And so you found yourself walking the halls of Faircastle alone, wondering how you had become involved in a plot to assassinate the heir to a noble house, the very house who was now hosting you to boot. You ran your fingers through your hair and sighed as you tried to find a servant to guide you back to your chambers. Sleeping on the matter would help you decide on things you hoped, or at the very least make things more clear...
Alright that's all for right now as I have to go take care of some things. If you guys have any questions I'll answer them to Mervyn's level of knowledge about whats going on here.
You fools! What can go wrong without letting mommy know
>>3851325HOW FUCKED ARE WE
I forgot why Elleanor wanted Joanna to marry farmans besides hating lannister, what are we getting out of this deal?
>>3851329She would try to stop us ?
>>3851340They are Reynes sympathisers. I believe the lords mother was a Reynes
How about this we talk to Titus, we tell them about the plot to kill Sebaston, he keeps the lannister option open then we kill Sebaston.We would get something out of the Farmans gold, trade deal, ship route etc and rewards from Titus for marrying Joanna to lanister
>>3851349>How about this we talk to TitusNo thanks.
Cause let's be honest does Mervyn really cares about reynes, lannister conflict?
>>3851356No. All he knows that Tygon is gonna land him for this.
>>3851357Then we can get a lot out of this secretly telling Titus , I change my mind, let's kill this sucker
>>3851325Is it possible for Joanna to refuse him and stay a virgin before we kill him so she doesn't diminish in value for the Lannisters?
>>3851361Not really our problem. That is Joanna's and Tygons problem
I feel like I'm pretty risk-averse compared to the other players like >>3851359, but I think we should stop trying to play both sides of the Elleanor/Titus conflict. It might get us killed, and there's really no in-character reason to not already be happy about the way things are going.Especially after this murder, the future lord owes us a huge favour, and the Lady just made us master-at-arms. We're moving up, and there's no need right now to take huge risks to move up a little quicker.
can't wait till next run, hopefully we will do some combat too
>>3851329Well I mean, nothing and everything at once I suppose>>3851331Well it should go without saying that getting caught would either end with being sent to the wall, or execution. >>3851340>>3851341>>3851343This is true. Not entirely within Mervyn's realm of knowledge, but I'll throw you guys a bone because it's entirely a fact of my own creation and Alyssa may have mentioned it in passing during their history lessons. In my version of the setting, Lord Sebaston Farman was the son of Lord Solomon Farman and Lady Roxanna Reyne. She in turn was the first cousin to Lord Roger Reyne.>>3851349>>3851353>>3851359That's an option I didn't really consider. If theres enough support behind it Mervyn could certainly tell Titus. >>3851357When he becomes Lord he will. He loves his sister dearly, but he can't land you until he is the Lord of Ember Peak. But that might not be for a few years yet. >>3851361Can't really answer this in character.>>3851366I think you guys may have misread the situation, and I don't want to be accused to totally pulling the wool over you guys. Failing that last DC on the awareness test at dinner would have revealed a few key things but alas. Here we are. >>3851370JOUSTING!!!!
>>3851361we can always make sure Sebaston arrives to their room drunk enough to pass out, I am sure Joanna and Tygon wouldn't mind helping
I'll likely have a post up tonight to get the tournament started, and then I'll be running on Wednesday evening at approx. 6pm MST. Also realized I had a typo in one of my responses. Failing that last DC should actually have read "Succeeding on that last DC".
This plan isn't Westerlandy enough. Some things that can be done:>Cuck Sebastion prior to the wedding.>Joanna keeps the kid, free from the taint of craven blood>Gank Sebastion when fighting retarded Ironborn as planned>Tell Elleanor AFTER all of this goes down and she can't fuck it up>Now she should see us as more than a tool>Joanna rules until her child comes of age because why the fuck would Lannister spawn want a Farman's sloppy seconds (thirds)>The best part? Tygon has to do the honors of bedding her>Westerlanders like their twincest anywayAm I missing anything?
>>3851376Elleanor is thirsty for those Reyne genes.
>>3851907Mervyn impregnates Joanna when?
>>3852312She's probably going to fall into a deep depression when she realises that no nobleman wants a Farman's sloppy seconds, even if she is really attractive. It's kinda ironic and hilarious that the only man that's fighting for her right now is Mervyn (no matter his actual intentions).
Seven above. The twin jokes after Mervyn's twins are born...and one of them is already predetermined as a girl...
>>3852312Sadly, she wouldn't lay with an upjumped brute. She has to keep the blood pure. There's only one choice. From Ruin, Rebirth.
OP is late
I'm here and the session is on. Got held up at work, but I'm writing now
--- 29/09/281 ---Festivities had finally begun last night with a sumptuous feast for all the lords and ladies in attendance. If you were to guess from memory, you’d have to estimate there were nearly 200 men come to compete in the tourney and as Alyssa and yourself were seated a few rungs lower from the main dais than the rest of the family, she took it upon herself to turn her frustration into an impromptu heraldry lesson you recall. The families of Brax and Serrett you knew, as well as the crimson lion banner of House Lannister that flew proudly ever so slightly above the Farmans own three ships on blue. But there were many you didn’t know such as a field of green and brown rectangles which flew next too crossed halberds. “Houses Moreland and Yarwick. House Moreland comes from the eastern parts of the Westerlands, near to the borders of the riverlands. They are an old house of first men origins, and claim descent from the legendary figure from the age of heroes, Pate the Plowman. House Yarwick on the other hand was a much newer house by comparison, claiming descent from the Andal invasion. They called the north of the Westerlands home, with lands bordering with those of House Banefort who is also present. Their banner flies a hooded man on grey.”She had said all of this with her arms crossed and an irritated rap of her fingers on the table while she was constantly looking up towards the higher ranks where her siblings were sat comparatively. She had expressed her jealousy to you before at how she desired to one day become the lady of a hall or castle. What annoyed her the most was the fact that her younger sister was the Lady of Silverhill. The fact that Elyse had been raised in Lannisport had done little to foster any strong affection between the sisters, and compounded with the fact she was younger it was something that grated on your wifes nerves. Together the two of you dreamed of becoming a landed knight, of raising a hall to call your own. The Knight and Lady of… were titles the two of you sometimes used in your pillow talk. But you currently had no time for such thoughts. You were focused before the herald with a press of other knights, all armed and armoured waiting for the first round of the joust to be called forth. You’d written down your name in your simple hand on a piece of parchment and were waiting to hear whom your first joust would be against…Can I get 2d6 please? These dice will be for the first three rounds of jousting…1 – Poor Knight, Very Skilled2 – Poor Knight, Average Skill3 – Poor Knight, Poor Skill4 – Middling Knight, Very Skilled 5 – Middling Knight, Average Skilled6 – Middling Knight, Poor Skill 7 – Well off Knight, Very Skilled 8 – Well off Knight, Average Skill9 – Well of Knight, Poor Skill 10 – Rich Knight, Very Skilled 11 – Rich Knight, Average Skill 12 – Rich Knight, Poor Skill
Rolled 4, 6 = 10 (2d6)>>3854256
Still looking for 2 more rolls, but...>>3854261Oh hello Tygett Lannister. Long time no see
Rolled 1, 5 = 6 (2d6)>>3854256
Rolled 5, 6 = 11 (2d6)>>3854256
Alright well this is going to be very difficult to get out of the first round but if we do...the ransom for his armour and horse will be ridankulous. Just have to go dig up my character sheet for Tygett and I'll get to writing here.
>>3854291I blame our wife
>>3854291Rev up those Lucky rolls, lads.
>>3854346We might have to use a destiny point. We are in serious trouble if we fail
>>3854348That brings up an interesting point. If you guys would like to burn a destiny point to change the order of the rounds I'll allow it. But that also means you won't have a destiny point at Harrenhal either...Thoughts?
>>3854350I was more thinking about using the destiny point to beat Tygett
>>3854352I would prefer this
>>3854352Also could be a very good use of a destniy point. Spending the doesn't give much of an advantage, but burning it and making all bonus dice count as test dice for a round could knock him from his horse. If you can do that and hold on to your seat, BIG WIN. If you can knock him off and you yourself are as well, Merv has a fair shot of defeating him afoot.
>>3854372How big are we talking? dunno if we should save it for harrenhall. Also can we spend it for a bonus at the start and if we are losing burn it?
>>3854398In the neighborhood of 100 Gold Dragons big. Your own armour which is of a very fine make is worth approximately 50. As for spending and then burning, unfortunately you can't. Spending it renders it unusable until the next "encounter"
>>3854411Dont think we have the money to buy back our armor and our horse if we lose.
>>3854421You have 64 Gold Dragons available to you, although having to ransom your armour and horse back will make for an awkward situation when you have to pay for your new clothes. But there is always Elleanor, Titus or Tygon to help with that as well.
So all we have to do is knock him out and then fall or he knock us out and make him fall so we can have good chance. Maybe we can spend it to increase our chances
>>3854426Since we cant seem to agree i guess we should just continue. We can always burn it if we are going to lose
The herald pulls up his long sheet of parchment which is long enough to fall to his waist as he holds it at eye level as he begins to read the days jousts. Swyft against Piper, Turnberry against Moreland, Bettley against Banefort and so on and so forth until he reaches the last set of names for the first round of jousts. “LASTLY BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST! SER TYGETT LANNISTER OF CASTERLY ROCK WILL FACE OFF AGAINST SER MERVYN REYNOLD OF EMBER PEAK!”Ser Tygett Lannister. You’d fallen short in the joust against Ser Austin Osgrey at Tygon’s wedding which had prevented you from actually getting to face the knight of the rock, although the fact that he had defeated Ser Austin was credit enough to his skill. You soon see him walking through the mess of men clad in gilded steel that glittered in the morning son and you can see him smiling his arrogant smile at you. “What a fortuitous stroke of luck for me. A shit heel clad in far better armour than he deserves. Perhaps I’ll have that steel melted down and made into spurs that I can gift to the squires at the Rock when they earn them. Or perhaps I’ll just keep it in my chambers for a pleasant reminder of quashing you Ser.”His look is dark and he smiles at you as if he already knew the outcome of your match. His long golden curls hung about his gilded shoulders and he walks past you and your shoulders clank together in a metallic crash as he forces his way by and made for his small pavilion set up near the lists. You’d seen a much larger one near the castle, one large enough to make up several rooms inside the tent but he clearly had the wealth to afford more than one tent. For your own part, you head towards the line where Triumph was tied up, Tyrus following dutifully behind you and he helps you mount your steed. The boy is silent as he helps you prepare, handing you your shield as he climbs a rough stair case to help fasten it to your arm and he leads Triumph by the reins and the two of you wait until your turn as you hear your name shouted across the field and the roar of Fair Isles commons, as well as various other lords and ladies, goes skyward. You grasp your tourney lance tightly in your fist as you look across the field to see Ser Tygett.
He was an anointed knight, but a cunt. A highborn man born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His armour was gold, his hair was gold, his horses caparison was gold. The lion that roared on his crimson shield was gold. Seven above you’d like to see that gold dulled down from rolling in the dirt after receiving the business end of your lance. You look to the grand stand and see Lord Farman seated besides his son and Joanna, as well as the rest of your family and you see your wife who rushes down the stand waving a piece of cloth that you see is in the colours of your house. You ride over to the stand and allow her to tie the favour to your arm as she leans over he bench and lays a kiss upon your helm and you bow in the saddle to her before returning to your starting position across from Tygett. Time itself seems to slow as you watch the flag fall to the dirt and you dig your spurs into Triumph and and he neighs aggressively and the two of you ride down the line…Can I get 8d6 for fighting please
Rolled 3, 6, 3, 1, 4, 1, 3, 6 = 27 (8d6)>>3854476
Rolled 1, 5, 4, 5, 3, 5, 6, 2 = 31 (8d6)>>3854476
Rolled 5, 2, 4, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4 = 22 (8d6)>>3854476
>>3854482use lucky to reroll that?
>>3854484If you'd like we can take a vote, but that 25 is honestly a pretty good roll. Mervyn is currently using 5D + 3B for jousting. --- Use Lucky? --->yay>nayI also need 5d6 for Animal Handling please
Rolled 4, 4, 3, 6, 4 = 21 (5d6)>>3854494Ah. I thought it was worse than it was. Guess leave it be.>nay
Rolled 6, 5, 2, 6, 6 = 25 (5d6)>>3854494>nay
Rolled 3, 6, 5, 4, 6 = 24 (5d6)>>3854494I hope this one is better than last time
Okay just a minute here boys I have to double check some rules. But that was an absolutely excellent first round!
Okay boys so here is the score. If you choose to burn that destiny point you can knock Tygett out in the first round. Even with best of three, he only barely managed to cling on to his saddle against your three degrees of success. Burning the destiny point and taking the 31 will bump that to 4 degrees of success and knock him from his horse. However, again this means you will be without a destiny point from here on until for sure after Harrenhal, and likely some time afterwards. If you choose not to, the joust continues as normal.--- Burn Destiny Point? --->yay>nayFeel free to ask any questions before casting a vote here.
>>3854555>yayI would say it is worth it
>>3854555And I glanced over something else entirely. You could also spend it instead and give Ser Tygett -1D at his animal handling test accomplishing the same thing essentially.
>>3854563That is much more preferable
>>3854563spend it. instead of burning it
>>3854555How close to that 4th degree are we? The 31 hits it, but would a 28?
>>3854563>>3854570Well that basically answers my question anyway.>Spend
Alright spending the destiny point. You guys will get it back when we leave fair isle. Pic very related as it was his animal handling roll. Honestly kind of shocked this went so well. Fucking hell gentlemen. Well done. Smug as fuck Mervyn activated. When Alyssa realizes shes pregnant, shes going to say it was from this day.
>>3854582lol those rolls. get fucked blondie. Bet Elleanor is all giddy
>>3854582Suggest he participate in the squire melee as that might be more gis level
Alright I'm writing. Whew lads. Fucking whew.
>>3854592>When he comes to ransom his gear and horse we have our stallion mount his mare.
--- Joust Round 1 ---Ser Mervyn: 25 vs DC: 14Three Degrees of SuccessSer Tygett’s Animal Handling: 15 vs DC: 15*Ser Mervyn spends a Destiny Point***-1D to Ser Tygett’s Animal Handling Roll**Ser Tygett’s Animal Handling: 12 vs DC: 15Result: Ser Tygett knocked from his saddleSer Tygett: 30 vs DC: 13Four Degrees of SuccessSer Mervyn’s Animal Handling: 23 vs DC: 18Result: Ser Mervyn keeps his seatThe two of you charged together against the glimmer of gold and it could almost be said to look as if golden lightning was riding against a thunder cloud. And just as the maesters told lightning was indeed faster than thunder. Ser Tygett was an excellent warrior and skilled horseman, this you could tell even as you rode at full speed towards the man. The way he gripped his horse with his legs, his posture and stance in the saddle and the way he lowered his lance at just the right time to prevent you from being able to guess where he would strike you. And strike you he did. He lance is placed expertly, slipping just inside the rim of your shield and thundered into your breastplate. It felt as if you were an anvil and a blacksmith had taken a hammer to you such was the force that careened through your body. You felt your fall halted by your back crashing into Triumph’s hindquarters although you only manage to stay ahorse because your left foot got caught in your stirrup. But stay ahorse you did and when you righted yourself and wheeled about you saw a horse running, golden caparison flapping as it cantered across the field…riderless. Even as Ser Tygett’s lance had shattered upon your breastplate, you had planted your own directly into the mans shield. Perhaps it was because he was riding so aggressively, eager to put you down in the first tilt that caused him to lose his balance to fall. Or maybe in his arrogance he had under estimated your ability and hadn’t braced himself properly, expecting you to simply be unhorsed from his own expertly placed lance but no matter the reason…your eyes found a man clad in golden armour laying flat on his back in the dirt. The crowd roared it’s approval, and a large number of them booed as well. Ser Tygett had been a favourite to win the competition and you imagine many of the crowd had just lost gold on the outcome. You throw down your shield and pull free your wifes favour from your arm and wave it about for the crowd giving them a show before gesturing towards the grand stand and once again bowing from your saddle. Ser Tygett’s two squires had since helped him to his feet and helped him remove his helm and the look he bore was one of absolute fury, no doubt fueled by a considerable amount of embarrassment. You opened the beaked visor of your helm and begin to walk your horse over to him and you can see the hatred in his eyes as the two of you make eye contact….--- What does Mervyn say? --->Shit talk him/insult him>All business>Play the better man offer to shake his hand
>>3854626>Shit talk him/insult himGo to the squire melee where you belong
>>3854626>Shit talk him/insult him
>>3854626>Play the better man offer to shake his hand
>>3854626>All businessHe’s so irrelevant, he’s not worth the shit talk. Just give him a disdainful look and make off with our ransom.
I'm going to let this vote go overnight here. I'll be back tomorrow evening to continue!
>>3854633Supporting The man’s a proper cunt and belongs on the ground
>>3854626>Shit talk him/insult himI really want to throw "Perhaps I’ll have that steel melted down and made into spurs that I can gift to the squires at the Rock when they earn them. Or perhaps I’ll just keep it in my chambers for a pleasant reminder of quashing you Ser." this back in his face and change rock to peak.
>>3854674I remember you mentioning a decent while ago that if we'd kept our crazy train of combat accomplishments running along that Tywin might of heard of us by now. Can I assume one hit KO'ing Tygett has probably put us there about now?
>>3854626>>Shit talk him/insult himHe deserves it after his speech before the bout.I particularly like the spur part by >>3854743BUT he likely will challenge us to a duel after his honor has been struck this way. Don't kill him.>>3854646Sure, one of the better Lannister jousters is irrelevant.
>>3854626>>Shit talk him/insult himjust look at him and laugh
>>3854626What is the Mervyn thing to do here? I imagine to these nobles just ignoring them would be a bigger slap in the face than shit talking them.
>>3854626>>Shit talk him/insult him"Maybe I'll have your armor remade into gardening tools as a gift for my wife.It has a certain charm covered in dirt."
>>3854626>Shit talk him/insult himI feel like Merv would have to pay him back some shit talk, dude was an asshole.
>>3854930I thought only wildfire could give that level of burns
>>3854930Found the pyromancer.
>>3854930There were no survivors
>>3854626>>Shit talk him/insult himMerv strikes me as someone who'd want to rub this in.
>>3854930>Shit talk him/insult him
>>3854930fuckin demolished, it has to be this
>>3854626Changing this>>3854879To this>>3854930
>>3854626I'll also vote for >>3854930. It's too good not to use.
>>3854930Changing to back this Utterly destroyed
Return to us Joe!
>>3855908I miss Joe!
Alright well looks like Tygett is about to eat a big ole helping of humble pie. God the perfect shitstorm is just a-brewing over here. >>3854750After this, Tywin Lannister will definitely know who you are if(when?) Mervyn gets to meet him. Writing!
You maintain the stare as Triumph walks at a brisk pace to where the man was now standing, flanked on either side by his squires and his gilded steel lies marred by dirt, dust and mud. He straightens his back and stands to his full height, but he is still forced to crane his neck to meet your gaze as he looks up to you…mounted. “Perhaps I’ll have that pretty armour melted down Ser Tygett, and take the gilding and melt it down to make a pair of golden spurs. I think that’d be quite the sight, a lowborn son of a bastard hedge knight wearing a set of spurs made from Lannister gold? And as for the steel, I have to say that it has a certain charm when it’s covered in dirt. Did you know Lady Alyssa enjoys gardening? Perhaps that steel would be better shaped into gardening tools. That way it could remain where it stays now. In the dirt.” If looks could kill you would have been dead on the spot. His emerald green eyes come alight with the fire of the deep earth and his mouth was a straight hard line as severe as a sword. You watch his hand loosely searching for the hilt of a sword that wasn’t there for a brief moment before he slightly regains his composure and instead exhales a sharp breath that he had been holding before addressing you.“If you had the smallest shred of honour Hill, I would challenge you to a duel right here in front of all of these people. Even the smallfolk have more honour than you, bastard. But I remember the way you killed Ser Herman Swyft, and I know that you would be seeking to end my life when I would simply be teaching you your manners.”He looks directly into your eyes as he spits on the ground before giving you a look of disdain.“Expect me at the end of the day to ransom my armour and horse. And unlike you Ser, I have the means to actually do so.”You smirk down at him and correct him on your name. “I think you’ll find my name is no longer Hill Ser Tygett. I go by Ser Mervyn Reynold as I’m sure you’re aware. But I suppose melting down your gold will be almost as satisfying as melting down your armour.”
You chuckle quietly to yourself as you watch the man stalk off angrily to the side of lists and the herald once again calls your name as the victor of the bout and you once again wave to the crowd and those who had originally booed you had fallen silent, leaving only cheers as you ride off to await your next bout as Tyrus rushes forward to take Triumph by the reins and you see him smiling broadly at you for the first time in what must have been months. “Ser that was incredible. I can’t believe you unhorsed Tygett Lannister! I’ve heard stories of him since I was a boy Ser. He’s supposed to be one of the best jousters House Lannister has put out in a generation. Aside from Tywin Lannisters son of course. Jaime Lannister is still a squire the last time I heard, but apparently he could beat Ser Barristan Selmy or Ser Arthur Dayne at the joust!”He goes on and on talking about his heroes and what not and you have to say it’s refreshing to see this side of your squire again. He had grown sullen and angry ever since you had taken him with you on a raid into Serrett territory and he’d seen the less savoury aspects of war. But for now it seems as if that was forgotten by him, lost in the splendour of a well run and honourable tournament as you take lunch while you passed the time before your next tilt. When a young squire in Farman heraldry comes running to inform you that your turn would soon be upon you, you remount and find yourself facing a man who was wearing a plain, but serviceable suit of plate and an elderly looking destrier. He is introduced by the herald as Ser Xander Hawthorne, a free rider currently in the service of Lord Farman. He had some flower and branch sigil on his shield and you wait patiently for the flag to drop as Triumph stamps impatiently and you can feel your steed chew at the bit, but finally the flag leaves the mans hand and you were off down the field…Can I get 8d6 for fighting please
Rolled 5, 3, 4, 5, 1, 2, 4, 5 = 29 (8d6)>>3856197
Rolled 5, 6, 5, 5, 1, 3, 2, 5 = 32 (8d6)>>3856197
Rolled 1, 3, 2, 5, 3, 4, 5, 6 = 29 (8d6)>>3856197
Damn. Alright can I get 5d6 for animal handling please
Rolled 3, 6, 3, 5, 5 = 22 (5d6)>>3856221
Rolled 4, 3, 5, 3, 2 = 17 (5d6)>>3856221
Rolled 3, 1, 2, 6, 2 = 14 (5d6)>>3856221
--- Joust Round 2 ---Ser Mervyn: 26 vs DC: 12Three Degrees of SuccessSer Xander’s Animal Handling: 20 vs DC: 15Result: Ser Xander keeps his seatSer Xander: 23 vs DC: 13Three Degrees of SuccessSer Mervyn’s Animal Handling: 19 vs DC: 15Result: Ser Mervyn keeps his seatScore: 3 – 3Together the two of you ride alongside the fence that divided the two of you and you can feel Triumph’s every step through the stirrups as you placed your lance point squarely into ring of flowers on Ser Xander’s shield whilst his own shatters into a thousand pieces against your own shield and you can hear the multitude of pieces patter against your helm like rain as you continue riding through the force of the blow and you dig your heels into the stirrups and swing you arm out to the side as you regain your balance and you come back around to see Ser Xander had also fought to stay in his own seat as he readjusted himself on the opposite side of the grounds. The crowd cheered and you looked up to the grand stand and you can see the vast majority of those sitting there were watching the joust intently. The only ones who you noticed who weren’t were Lady Elleanor who was busy conversing with Lord Farman, and you can gaze and see Ser Sebaston looking off into the distance simply looking…bored. Perhaps watching the clouds was of more interest to him, or maybe the dirt under his finger nail was a more pressing concern but you gird yourself for another tilt and are determined to impress….8d6 for fighting please
Rolled 1, 2, 5, 5, 4, 1, 2, 2 = 22 (8d6)>>3856277This is less easy than I thougt!
Rolled 2, 2, 4, 5, 4, 4, 2, 3 = 26 (8d6)>>3856277
Rolled 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 4, 5, 4 = 37 (8d6)>>3856277
Alright and 5d6 for animal handling as well please
Rolled 3, 1, 1, 4, 5 = 14 (5d6)>>3856303
Rolled 2, 4, 3, 5, 4 = 18 (5d6)>>3856303
Rolled 5, 5, 6, 6, 6 = 28 (5d6)>>3856303
>>3856312Oh man we are rolling good tonight.
How good is this guy?
>>3856321Well based off the chart I think he was poorly skilled
>>3856321He's rolling 4d6 for his fighting roll. He just happened to roll three sixes and a five that round.
>>3856614So just how wet and giddy is Elleanor after we knocked out Tygett in the first pass ?
>>3856616Well she was in a relatively good mood before hand, but after seeing that she is quite thrilled. Now she's set about gossiping with Lord Farman and doing Elleanor stuff. But odds are she'll reward you because she is 100% that kind of petty
--- Joust Round 3 ---Ser Mervyn: 25 vs DC: 12Three Degrees of SuccessSer Xander’s Animal Handling: 15 vs DC: 15Result: Ser Xander keeps his seatSer Xander: 18 vs DC: 13Two Degrees of SuccessSer Mervyn’s Animal Handling: 23 vs DC: 12Result: Ser Mervyn keeps his seatScore: 6 – 5And impress the both of you do. For a man in such common armour, who had little applause from the crowd, he rides incredibly well. He keeps the point of his lance high until the last moment trying to prevent you form being able to effectively brace but this time the tactic falls slightly short form it’s previous success as the tip is off slightly towards the outside edge of your shield. His tourney lance stil breaks cleanly and you can still feel the force from the blow ride through your body but it is a simple thing for you to keep your seat, only having to squeeze your legs to Triumph’s midsection and you ride off. Your own blow was another one that was deftly placed against the chest side of his shield and Ser Xander is nearly knocked clean out of his seat. He throws away the destroyed remains of his lance and clings desperately to his saddle with his one hand as his horse slows and by some miracle he doesn’t fall. He claws his way back into his saddle and gives his head a shake, his unadorned greathelm pioting above his breastplate, and his squire soon hands him another lance for what would be your final tilt the herald cries. “LAST TILT BETWEEN SER XANDER HAWTHORNE AND SER MERVYN REYNOLD! LAST TILT BETWEEN SER XANDER HAWTHORNE AND SER MERVYN REYNOLD!!”Tyrus rushes forward from your corner again bearing your third lance and you flex your grip from inside your gauntlet as you can feel the well oiled and beautifully articulated joints, almost as if it was just your hand that held the butt of the lance as you waited for the flag to drop and charged once more!8d6 for fighting please
Rolled 1, 3, 3, 6, 6, 6, 1, 3 = 29 (8d6)>>3856714
Rolled 4, 1, 5, 1, 5, 5, 5, 3 = 29 (8d6)>>3856714
Rolled 5, 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 1, 6 = 30 (8d6)>>3856714
Some nice rolls
Alright and 5d6 for animal handling as well
Rolled 5, 1, 4, 3, 5 = 18 (5d6)>>3856728
Rolled 6, 2, 4, 1, 3 = 16 (5d6)>>3856728here i go
Rolled 6, 2, 3, 5, 2 = 18 (5d6)>>3856728
--- Joust Round 4 ---Ser Mervyn: 24 vs DC: 12Three Degrees of SuccessSer Xander’s Animal Handling: 11 vs DC: 15Result: Ser Xander unhorsedSer Xander: 19 vs DC: 13Two Degrees of SuccessSer Mervyn’s Animal Handling: 17 vs DC: 12Result: Ser Mervyn keeps his seatScore: 9 – 7This previous two passes were taking their toll on Ser Xander as he was slouched slightly in the saddle as he rounded the fence and his lance was aimed directly at your shield from the get go. Your eyes narrow through the vision slits of your helm and you keep your own lance raised high until the absolute last possible moment before dropping the blunted end of the lance beside the mans shield directly into his breastplate and as his own lance shatters against your shield you look down to avoid splinters cascading through to your vulnerable eyes, but not before watching the man thrown from his saddle by the sheer force from your blow. You throw up your arm for a victory celebration and whirl Triumph around before the masses and benches, allowing the horse to canter up and down the field as you roar your excitement and you find it echoed back at you. Ser Xander is helped from the field and you soon ride towards where Tyrus was awaiting you and soon helps you dismount and takes Triumph off to rub him down and remove his saddle and what not and you head to a bench specifically placed to allow the competitors to watch the competition between your own bouts. Together you watch with your squire for the better part of an hour and you begin to suspect that the day was getting away from you as the sun begins to set across the ocean in the west. You are soon confirmed correct when the herald calls an end to the days festivities, to be continued on the morrow and you are soon out of your armour and into a lighter, but still martial gambeson and britches as you headed into Faircastle to seek out your chambers and find water and soap for a bath. Leaving the field behind you your mind wanders about the upcoming opening feast..--- Anything you’d like to do before the feast? ---Visit Elleanor? Tygon? Sebaston? Knd of an open prompt here.
>>3856806Talking to Elleanor would be alright.I'd also be ok with skipping to the feast for now.
>>3856806Talk to Elleanor and talk with Joanna on the whole plan thing.Then spend some time with the wife
>>3856812Do you mean talk to Elleanor and Joanna about the "plan"? Because I'll remind you that Tygon told you quite specifically not to mention it to your wife, his wife or his mother.
>>3856822Ah okay. I meant Jonna only. But i misrememberd that. Lets just talk to both Elleanor and Joanna just to hear how things are going and see if we cant get some information about the Farman boy
>>3856812>>3856822yeahhh i'm okay with talking to elleanor but NOT okay at all with telling her about the plan. IF we tell her (big IF) we have to do it knowing there's a reason WHY we are telling her
>>3856825Yeah. Lets do that. Talk with them but not about the plan
>>3856822Unless someone specifically approaches us, let's just shoot the shit with Tyrus. I'd rather not talk about the plan more than we have to, and Elleanor seems busy with Lord Farman. We should take advantage of Tyrus' good mood to make sure he doesn't go straight back into his shitty one when we leave. Maybe have a drink with him. Just one so he doesn't make an ass of himself at the feast obviously.
>>3857304Seconding this, bro time outranks thot plots.
>>3857304Thirding. If they need us then they could've summoned us. Let's cheer up the angsty little shit.
>>3857313you're a thot
Fuck me. Sorry I got here so late everyone. I got home from work and immediately crashed on my couch. Alright we're tied 3 - 3 for what to do here. I'll give it a little more time before rolling a die for it
>>3857488I would say talk to Elleanor for praise and our reward then talk to Joanna about the Farman without getting too deep into the plan
>>3856806>>3857304I'm backing this. We've been neglecting Tyrus a little recently.
>>3857500How about we spend the feast talk to Elleanor, then talk with Joanna then finish of the night with drinking with Tyrus and having a heart to heart talk about things ?
>>3857503Yeah, that works. I agree it would be good to get a little more info from Joanna before we murder her husband.
>>3857488Father! Uncle Joe's passed out on the couch again! >>3857503Sure, let's go with that.
>>3857503Seems like a healthy compromise. Alright I'll get my ass in gear here. >>3857517Father isn't here to save you!! MUWAHAHA
You’d found some servants and had them draw you a bath, although the tub they’d found for you was more like a barrel that had been cut in half. It mattered little to you though, the hot water washing away the dirt, sweat and discomfort from contorting like a mummer to fit into the thing. Your wife had attended you, smiling broadly as you got out of the tub as her eyes drank in the sight of you. Passion had followed that. Raw, physical attraction and the urgency that can only come of celebrating a great feat. She’d helped you dress afterwards, and you soon left her in your temporary chambers while she waited for Cerenna to attend her and help her with her own garments. Your cavalryman’s boots clicked off of the marble floors, and your wool britches were a neutral grey, although your doublet was a fiery red one slashed with yellow. All the while your wolfskin cloak hung about your shoulders in an impressive display you thought to yourself. As you rounded a corner, you nearly bumped into Ser Tygett Lannister, who was carrying a large bag that clinked musically to your ears. “110 gold dragons. That’s what my armour and horse are worth.”He hands you the sack of gold and wrinkles his nose in distaste from the deed and soon turns on his heels and takes his leave even before you had the chance to respond to his offer. The fact that his armour and horse were worth that amount of coin was almost eye watering and as soon as he had appeared, he was gone, and all you could see was a crimson cloak swirling as he left you. You notice that he was taking a different path than yourself and when you come to the great hall of Faircastle empty of his presence. Benches were loosely clustered for the more common folk, which made it’s way to a more orderly row of tables and stools for the various knights of lower standings, those who had either minor name or none to call their own. You yourself were brought to the tables that were one sections closer than that, a collection of tables that were set with good plates and proper goblets, with jugs of good, but perhaps a touch common wine, although to your simple palette it tastes sweet as summer to your lips. You find yourself in company of lower ranking members of powerful families. Cousins, younger sons and what not, along with their various wives.
Above you are proper lords and their heirs, eating off of silver dishes and drinking their arbor wine out of leaded glass and you find yourself looking for Ser Tygett but find him noticeably absent, but you do spy Ser Gordon Serrett and Elyse Reynold dining amongst their peers. Ser Gordon is dressed in a splendid doublet of cream and had the peacock of his house studded on the front of it with spall pieces of mother of pearl. Lady Elyse for her part wore a dress of green and cream and is socializing with other ladies of high birth. Ironic you think to yourself in passing, but quickly shake those thoughts from your mind. Finally, above them, on the dais where Lord Farman himself sat, you found yourself looking upon members of House Reynold. Lord Titus and Lady Elleanor were sat to one side of Lord Farman, whilst Lady Joanna was seated next to Ser Sebaston Farman who himself sat at his fathers immediate right. Tygon and Andrea were also given places of honour at the high table you see, and the steward you were following soon gestures to a small number of tables and indicates that you were free to choose which table you’d like to sit at and you find yourself looking at a number of men and women all dressed in their house colours. --- Who do you sit with? ---> The man in blue, with a single ship on his doublet> Ser Cardyn and Ser Austin > Ser Cedrick Lantell
>>3857693> Ser Cardyn and Ser Austin
>>3857693> Ser Cedrick Lantell
>>3857693>> Ser Cardyn and Ser Austin
>>3857693> The man in blue, with a single ship on his doubletwho dat
This might be our only chance, lads!
Socializing with our men it is. Sounds good. Writing.
>>3857693>> The man in blue, with a single ship on his doubletSomeone new
Ah I lied. I have to go help some friends out of a jam. I'll be running for most of the day tomorrow
>>3857871We are gonna develop abandoment issues
You spy your two best men, Ser Cardyn Lantell and Ser Austin Osgrey and decide to join them. Ser Austin Osgrey was wearing chequey green whilst Cardyn wore his standard blue with a small silver lion pin. The two of them were discussing something in depth when Ser Austin spots you and hails you over.“Hey, Mervyn! Join us Ser! Ser Cardyn and I were just discussing our tilts. Come grab a seat.”You soon find out that they had both won their first tilts, but Cardyn had lost his second where Austin knocked his second man off his horse in two passes. Cardyn goes on a rant, blaming this and that for his loss“I had the sun to my back, but the damn reflection off of his mirrored armour blinded me at the last second and I missed my placement.”Ser Austin laughs and claps Cardyn on the back, snorting as he tells him that the sun had nothing to do with it and he had simply lost to a better jouster. Cardyn rounds on him and throws a punch into his arm and retorts that the draw for the competition had simply favoured Ser Austin more and that was all and the two bicker for a short moment before they both get to asking of your joust with Ser Tygett. You look side to side and lean in, gesturing towards the jug of wine that sat in between you and Ser Cardyn reached out, picking up the jug and pouring you a fresh goblet. You drained it in one swallow, before Cardyn refilled the glass and you set about telling them what had happened. “He was coming in at pace, pushing that great destrier for all it was worth, but he came in too high in the saddle and that was what undid him. I tell you what though I don’t know how I managed to keep my own seat though lads. I think it was honestly just luck that my foot caught in the stirrup, and perhaps a bit of help from my horse and it’s smooth gait that didn’t buck me off as soon as I was loose and ready to tumble to the dirt.”The talk of the conversation takes a turn and soon shifts to talk of horses and mounts, and Ser Austin goes off on a tangent. He was familiar with Webber steeds, having grown up riding them and taking a particular fascination with horse breeding and lineages and Cardyn soon gives you a look and quaffs his cup of wine only to find the jug empty. He looks about the room before summoning a serving wench which he pulls into his lap, finding his own distraction from his boredom. You take the hint however and get the conversation back onto the joust as you tell both of your men of the conversation that you’d had with Ser Tygett after he had been knocked from his horse and they both explode with raucous laughter. Cardyn even manages to have wine shoot out from his nose he laughed so hard.
“Gardening tools. You told Tygett fucking Lannister to melt down his armour…to make gardening tools?” Ser Cardyn wipes his face with his sleeve and pounds the table with a fist as he howls his laughter to the rafters, the serving girl nearly falling off his lap, meanwhile Ser Austin manages to be more collected, although he still laughs heartily.“Serves him right Ser. When I lost to him at Ember Peak I knew I’d never meet such an arrogant knight ever again in my life. He had no grace or politeness when I went to him to ransom my armour, only derision. So well done Ser, well done.”Ser Austin raises his glass to you, and the three of you drink to your success of the day as the feast begins. Courses upon courses flow, and your wife had attended you, along with Cerenna sometimes during the second or third course. She looks ravishing, a smoke grey dress with golden yellow lace the graced the cuffs of her sleeves as well as her bodice, while small strips of red ran down in between the ruffles of her grey skirt. Her mass of curly hair was tied back, with the curls falling lightly to caress her bare shoulders and you stand as she approaches, allowing her to take her seat next to you. The chorus of the feast rang in your ears as you enjoyed the various courses and Alyssa soon notices Ser Austin stone grey eyes wandering. She looks back in an unassuming way to follow where his eyes land, and she giggles. “Ser Austin, do you know whom it is you’re ogling?”Ser Austin chokes on his wine, much to the laughter of yourself and Cardyn, before coughing up his lungs trying to defend himself. “I…”cough”….was..”cough”..wasn’t ogling….”cough”…anybody”“Ser, you offend me. You might be able to make my dearest husband here believe such a tale, but to try and mislead a woman about such things? I rather think not. The maiden you have been staring at since I sat down is Lady Jennifer Garner. Fourth born daughter and fifth born child of Lord Gerold Garner. She’s a pretty maid Ser, and she looks a tad unattended for one of her birth. Unseemly wouldn’t you say husband?”Your wife places a hand on your own, and you can already see what game she is playing at. “Uh…yes. Yes, she does look rather unattended.”“Perhaps you should be the man to ensure nothing ill befalls her Ser Austin? I’m sure her father would likely thank you for it.”Ser Austin looks past Alyssa and yourself to where Lady Jennifer was sitting, and you can see the hesitation warring in his eyes. You knew he was unmarried, and that he was a first cousin to the Osgreys of Standfast. If Alyssa was deciding to play matchmaker, then the match likely had merit…--- What does Ser Mervyn do? --->Encourage Ser Austin>Offer to speak to Elleanor about the matter>Discourage Ser Austin>Something else (Write in)
>>3858680>Encourage Ser Austin
>>3858680>>Encourage Ser Austin
>>3858680>Encourage Ser AustinWe believe in you!
Encouraging Ser Austin it is!
Now it was your turn to look over your shoulder. You scanned the room and although you didn’t know who you were looking for your eyes soon find a maid who is sitting at a table although both of the places to her sides were empty. She was pretty enough you suppose. She had long brown hair, and although she was too far away to determine her eye colour, she was eating with a grace that spoke of a noblewoman of fine breeding and her posture was impeccable. Turning back to Ser Austin you grin and give him a thumbs up. “Aye you should go make sure she’s attended to Austin. She’s a pretty enough maid alright, maybe come nights end you’ll escort her to her bed as well.”Alyssa punches you playfully in the arm, and Ser Austin simply shakes his head and looks at his lap in embarrassment. You knew he was a true knight, and although he had known women in his younger days, at five and twenty it had been some years as he tried to exemplify what it was to be a knight and increase his prospects of a marriage arrangement. You think to yourself that he seemed a decent looking enough man, with his wavy brown hair and grey eyes, and he had all of his teeth and they were still white. A shocking enough thing for any man let alone a knight, but you knew that comeliness mattered little when it came to arranging marriages between nobles. Alliances, trade and whatnot mattered far more but if Alyssa was correct and she was a fourth daughter? Perhaps she might be allowed to marry whom she pleased if Ser Austin could woo her properly. “Go on man. You aren’t getting any younger, and I’m sure Alyssa would enjoy some more company at Ember Peak. Isn’t that right Ally?”“She would be a good match for you Ser Austin, and I know you to be a true and honourable man. Come, I’ll introduce the two of you…”And with that, your wife was raised and taking Ser Austin by the hand who grudgingly followed your wife like a scared child and you laugh as you move to take Ser Austin’s seat so you can watch your wife politely introduce the two of them, as they both take their respective seats on either side of the girl and you watch the social niceties from the safety of your own table. Meanwhile, Cardyn is focused on the serving girl he has taken a fancy too as she has yet to leave his lap, leaving you left with only Cerenna to talk to and she is as quiet as a dove as she ignores her brothers activities as best she can but you can see she has gone red in the face, perhaps because, or maybe in spite of the fact that her wine glass remained empty…--- What to do now? ---->Talk with Cerenna Lantell>Talk with Elleanor Reynold>Talk with Joanna Reynold>Something else? (Write in)
>>3858812>Talk with Elleanor Reynold
>>3858812>Talk with Cerenna Lantell
If other anons are going to show up to vote, I'll switch to Cerenna.
>>3858812>>Talk with Cerenna Lantell
Talking with Cerenna it is. Alright I'll get to writing
“Would you like some wine Cerenna?” you offer her kindly, holding up a jug of wine. The girl blinks back surprise at being addressed by you, and politely picks up her goblet and pulls it closer to her as she looks at Cardyn, but he pays his sister little mind and is soon standing up and leading the girl away from the feast.“N-no thank you Ser. Father only ever let me have a single glass of wine at feasts, and that was when he was there with me.”“How old are you Cerenna?”“Four and one Ser.”The girl was young. Young, and innocent and in your estimation more than a little frightened. Alyssa described her as shy and sweet and you reach over the table and pour the girl a glass of wine and she gingerly takes the cup in both hands and stares into the wine cup.“I reckon your old enough to have a cup of wine without your fathers permission. Besides, if you really want to I’m sure you could find him and ask for his blessing.”“No Ser, I…I’ll have a cup.”And so she does. Sitting in silence while the feast goes on about the two of you. Two more courses are brought before you. The first was fresh crab, served on a platter garnished with greens whilst a cauldron of melted butter was placed in the centre of the table along with a small variety of mallets used to crack open the shells to reveal the sweet white meat. Afterwards, it was a course of pork, glazed with hone and roasted over the fire so the skin cracked, along with helpings of root vegetables that were doused in butter and seasoned with salt and cracked pepper. Together you eat and as you finish up your portion of the pork you look to Cerenna once more…--- Questions for Cerenna Lantell? --->Ask about herself>Ask about her Father>Ask about her brothers>Ask about your wife>Something Else (Write in)
>>3859146>Ask about your wife
Sorry, please choose 2 of the options above
>>3859146>>Ask about your wife>Ask about her brothers
>>3859146>>Ask about herself>>Ask about your wife
>>3859146>Ask about herself>Ask about your wife
Solid showing for asking about herself, and asking after Alyssa. Alright writing
So I was catching on to this thread and may I ask why are we conspiring against Lady Elleanor?
>>3859555Her son and heir is gonna give us a tower for this
“So, Cerenna. Considering you are my wifes handmaiden I know awfully little about you. I know Cardyn fairly well, but you remain a mystery. So tell me about yourself Cerenna Lantell…”She looks from side to side and you can tell she is uncomfortable being alone in the presence of a man, even surrounded by a throng of people feasting but she finds her tongue after visibly swallowing down her fear.“Well… I am the only daughter of Ser Tyrion Lantell and my late mother, Lady Cyanna of House Lannett. I’m the youngest as well Ser. I served Lady Annette Lannister as a handmaid in Lanns Keep for four years until my father sent me with you to Ember Peak.”You smile at the girl almost apologetically. She was what many would consider the ideal daughter amongst the nobility. Shy, pretty and quiet. Qualities many men would find admirable in a wife, but you already knew who she was. You wanted to know more about her.“I’m well aware my lady, I mean to ask more after you though. Do you have any hobbies you fancy? Hawking perhaps? Singing or sewing?”“I’ve always enjoyed singing Ser. I used to sing in the choir at the Gilded Sept when I still lived in Lannisport. I have to say I wish there was a chapel in Ember Peak, or perhaps a proper sept in Headwaters. But aside from that Ser I enjoy sewing and gossip, as women do, and I enjoy looking after your son with Holly Ser. He might be a handful, but he’s rather cute and so long as he’s clean and not hungry he’s a happy little boy.”“See? There’s something I didn’t know about you. Ain’t no need to be so bashful. I’m your ladies husband after all.”This brings another flush to her face as she takes a small sip of wine and she continues. “I don’t mean to be Ser…bashful I mean. But my father didn’t believe in ladies speaking in front of men who weren’t their husbands. Habits I suppose.”
“Well surely you aren’t so quiet around Alyssa? She tells me that she enjoys your company, and although she rarely tells me what the two of you speak of, she tells me the two of you often talk long into the night when I’m not there..”“Your wife is lovely Ser. Lady Alyssa is kind, well spoken and intelligent. She is also far less demanding than Lady Annette ever was. We often talk of things all women and girls talk of. Perhaps one day being the lady of a castle, having children for myself, and more for Alyssa. She often worries for you Ser. She puts on a brave face when you fight or go to war, but I hope you know that she is terrified of losing you. I hope that one day I can find that kind of love Ser, for as much as the heart ache bothers her, her smile when she sees you holding Marqus tells me that it’s worth it…”The conversation comes to a close as your wife returns and you give her hand a squeeze as she takes a seat beside you and she takes a conspiring tone as she whispers about Ser Austin and Lady Jennifer Garner. “He asked for her favour, and she gave it to him. He’s vowed to wear it until the tournaments end…very romantic wouldn’t you say so husband?”She laces her arm into your own and leans her head against your shoulder as she gossips on and after sometime you feel the need to stretch your legs. Standing from the table, you decide to?>Go and speak with Elleanor>Go and speak with Joanna>Something Else (Write in)
>>3859657>Go and speak with Elleanor
>>3859657>>Go and speak with Elleanor
>>3859561Ok so we doing it so we can get ourself a tower in 30 years or so and to live with woman we betrayed under the same roof for those 30 years. Good shit
>>3859673I more surprised people think they can actually pull it of really. With all those well trained intrigue based skills...
Alright I'm going to go hit the hay early tonight, but I'll be back tomorrow to try and finish up all this god damn dialogue and what not so we can get back to what Mervyn does best. Fightin' and winnin'!
>>3859694No thank you guys! Even though this has been a ton of dialogue, and good GOD do I hate writing dialogue I promise that some good drama and big things are coming in the very near future!
>>3859673It's reasonable to think Tygon could end up inheriting sooner than that when his father is middle aged and not in the finest shape. I'd expect Elle to outlive her husband by a long while, but she will have to step aside (at least officially).
>>3859657>Go and speak with TitusWe need to keep him in a good mood, later we can talk with Joanna or elleanor
>>3859657>Go and speak with Titus
>>3859705Not to mention we can probably get it earlier if we have Tygon push either his father or mother to start constrution.
Alright cool. Anything in particular you guys want to talk to her about or should I just make it general conversation?
>>3860350About the joust and her plans and then general conversation
>>3860359Voting this to speed things up
Naw not dead, just thought I'd see if there was any other ideas but I'm writing now
Quick testing here fella's. TestTest
You headed towards the upper dais, hoping to speak to your lady and patron, Elleanor Reynold. As luck would have it, she is in a fine mood and when she sees you approaching she summons you with a wave and a smile. She snaps her fingers and a servant brings forth a chair for you to sit on across from her on the other side of the table and you take the offered seat. Elleanor looked happy, which was a rarity you thought to yourself. The normally hard lines of her face were rounded in smiles and laughter, and her eyes lacked the sheer authority and judgement that was ever present in her demeanor as she revelled in the festivities. She had been speaking with Lord Farman for the better part of the evening and she leaves him with a soft pat on the hand and a dazzling smile before turning her attentions to you. “Ser Mervyn, congratulations on your success in the joust today. I must say I was pleased beyond measure by your display against Ser Tygett Lannister. Lord Farman tells me that the man was so shamed that he’s been seen taking ship back to Lannisport, so no Lannisters shall be present to take up space at Joanna and Sebaston’s ceremony.”The smile the adorns her face is one of joy, the joy that might be expected of someone who no longer has to endure seeing someone they despise. She almost reminded you of Alyssa, although her features were harsher. But her eyes and hair were the same, as were their general builds. “That ceremony is going to be lovely Ser. The Seaside Sept is a lovely building, and the septon I am told is a good and faithful man. This marriage will be one blessed by the seven I am sure of it, and the children born from their union….The children born from their union will be especially blessed.”Her face hardens slightly at the mention of Joanna and Sebaston’s future children and her gaze falls on some distant point, a memory perhaps, or a dream and she is lost to you for a few seconds before snapping back into her pleasant mood and merriment. “I’ll have to ensure that you had a proper pavilion for yourself and Alyssa after that showing today Ser. One large enough to hold your armour and what not, a dining chamber as well as a bedroom for yourselves and your servants. Not to mention that it must be warm enough to keep out a chill for Marqus’ sake. That boy of yours is adorable Ser, and naming him after my father. I am sure that he will live up to the name. Anyhow, I feel that is more than well deserved by you and your service to me. I’ll have a raven sent before we leave Fair Isle to ensure it is ready for Harrenhal.”“Do you plan to return through Lannisport as soon as the tournament and wedding are done my Lady?”
She shakes her head decisively. “Most of the family will return upon it’s completion, Tygon however will needs stay seeing as he now fancies himself a warrior. I didn’t raise him to be so foolish, did everything I could do to prevent him from taking up with such foolish notions and yet here he is, planning to scour pirates from shores not even our own.”The last sentence had been said in a loud whisper, just quiet enough to prevent it from being heard over the hum of the feast and she leans into you in her conspiratorial way as she continues…“You’ll accompany the young heirs, seeing as neither of them are true warriors. I will not allow Tygon in his foolishness to get himself, or worse, Ser Sebaston, killed. As dear as Tyrus is to my heart, he is no ruler. He has the red lion’s blood in him, same as Ser Roger had before he was slain. Tygon however is clever and intelligent, charming and by all accounts…so similar to Reyna…so similar to Reyn…”Silence falls ominously before you and you can see her eyes begin to well with tears that she blinks away and reaches out to take a sip of wine as she steadies her nerves.“Ser, do you know House Reynolds histories? How we are descended from House Reyne of Castamere? An old uncle was once given land and title and then became House Reynold. A cute name that came from the Lord Reyne referring to his uncle as the “Old Reyne”. We share the blood of the red lion and their claims as well Ser. Lord Farmans mother was a cousin to Lord Roger Reyne, as well as my once betrothed. A child with blood combined from our two families… one could say that certain claims could be pushed, and likely won. So no, Ser, you and I will not be heading to Lannisport once Tygon’s farce is done. I have a wish to see what should have been my home. Where my love still lays drowned beneath the earth…”Silence fell once again, and she sips heavily from her wine cup before shaking free of the sudden melancholy that befell her and forcing a smile back to her handsome and regal face.“Anyhow Ser, we shall sail for Kayce and ride form there. Escorted by two or three of your men we shall make that trip and return swiftly to Ember Peak so we can make preparations for Harrenhal. That tourney will be magnificent and an excellent chance to expand our businesses as well as prove the strength of our warriors Ser. I expect that you’ll prove your worth to our house once more, just as you did so today.”Talk runs of preparations to be attended, of her plans and vision for the Reynold military and all manner of things such as Marqus. Seven above did she have plans for your son. Talk of his education were her primary concern, as well as fostering. You inform her that Ser Mathis Rowan had offered to foster your son and her face lights up.
“That is quite an accomplishment for a household knight to receive such an offer Ser, I’m impressed. Let me make something clear however, you should absolutely accept such an offer. The Rowans are an old and noble family, as well as kin. If we can forge closer ties with them, we could together with the Serrett’s, control the entire Lesser Mander until it reaches Highgarden itself.”Ambitious was a word that could be used to describe Elleanor. Driven would be another, and she engages with you in a way that she had never done so before and continues to do so until you notice a comely young man approaching the dais and he bows before Lord Farman. He is lithe, with large brown eyes and an easy smile and he comes bearing what you think is some kind of lute or other instrument as he bows so low his hair nearly touches the ground.“My Lord Farman, Lady Joanna and Ser Sebaston. I am Finn the Fiddler of Kings Landing, and I have come all the way from our countries great capital at behest of the Hand of the King, Lord Tywin Lannister, to serenade this lovely couple during the celebrations of their union. A wedding gift you could say, and he bids me inform you all that his is loath to have been forced to miss such a fortuitous marriage by matters of the realm, but the realm waits for no one as he says.”Lord Farman smiles at the man and bids him to play, and Finn the Fiddler rests his fiddle on his shoulder and begins to play for the high table a song that was eerily familiar to you. One you had often heard from a small music box that Elleanor often kept on her person, and in his high, but tragically sad voice, he begins to sing…And who are you, the proud lord said,that I must bow so low?Only a cat of a different coat,that’s all the truth I know.In a coat of gold or a coat of red,a lion still has claws,And mine are long and sharp, my lord,as long and sharp as yours.And so he spoke, and so he spoke,that lord of Castamere,But now the rains weep o’er his hall,with no one there to hear.Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,and not a soul to hearCan I get 4d6 for awareness please?
Rolled 3, 5, 1, 3 = 12 (4d6)>>3860889God. Elleanor is gonna be pissed
Rolled 5, 3, 1, 3 = 12 (4d6)>>3860889Based Tywin
Rolled 5, 4, 5, 2 = 16 (4d6)>>3860889
Rolled 3, 2, 2, 6 = 13 (4d6)>>3860889Welp, we're killing the bard after the party.
Coming in clutch with that 16. Whew lads. I've been waiting since April to unveil this. I'm not sure if it's all clear to you guys but a lot of pieces have been revealed now. If you guys have any questions, feel free to ask because I think (I hope?) that this was a fairly big reveal
>>3860914So Elleanor is planning to have her grandchild basically restart house Reyne, yes?And Tywin is understandably pissed
>>3860921She seem to live vigoriously through her children and grandchildren
>>3860914Ahahahaha I was wondering if you were going to reference this at some point.>Some years after Lord Tywin Lannister defeated the Reyne-Tarbeck rebellion, Lord Farman of Faircastle grew truculent. Tywin sent him a musician as an envoy playing "The Rains of Castamere", and that was enough to make Lord Farman reconsider his position.From a Tyrion chapter in Storm of Swords. Beautiful.
>>3860961Holy shit. I had totally forgotten about that
>>3860914Damn nice...Elleanor just got her parade Reyned on
>>3860964All of her schemes just got destroyed by chad Tywin and his song
>>3860921Almost. She isn't trying to restart House Reyne, but rather trying to get the rights to Castamere. The grandchild between Joanna and Sebaston would have the strongest claim you could have without actually being a Reyne (which is also a death sentence). Elleanor would then ideally like to take Castamere as her seat until the child comes of age. Her ultimate goal (however unlikely) would be to topple House Lannister but she isn't suicidal.>>3860958She is an intelligent woman, and is aware of a womans limitations in the world she lives in. So she uses her children to her benefit how she sees fit. >>3860961That line was literally the entire inspiration for this quest.>>3860964>>3860968I wouldn't say her schemes have been completelydestroyed, but Tywin essentially just told her "I know what you're doing. Stop." in a not so subtle way. Needless to say, you'll see how Lord Farman reacts as soon as I type up this next post
>>3860977At least Elleanor having to stop this plot means it's less bad when we kill Sebaston, I guess.
--- Ser Mervyn’s Awareness Test ---Rolled 16 vs DC: 9, 12, 15Results: Passed all difficultiesThe mood at the high table grows sombre and from your seat on the opposite side you are in a position to read the expressions of everyone at it. Tygon and Andrea at the far end both give each other a bemused look and continue eating, whilst Joanna, who already looked miserable only scowled further at the inappropriate song which had absolutely no place at a wedding feast. Ser Sebaston, who had kept relatively neutral for the duration of your time at the table soured slightly.The important personages though, those are the faces and expressions that mattered. Lord Farman, who had been smiling and cordial only moments before, looked completely crest fallen. His eyes were wide and fear was written plainly upon his face as Finn sung the “Rains of Castamere”. His face had gone pale and you could see a bead of sweat run down the mans forehead as he squirmed in his seat. Elleanor however was an entirely different manner. At the first notes on the fiddle she bore an expression that looked reminiscent of a child who had been caught with their hand in a jar of sweets, but that lasted for only a moment before her face became a calm mask of indifference. All of the smiles and joy had left her face and she looked as she so often did when she was ruling Ember Peak, where as Lord Titus who sat beside her has a look of worry, and if looks could talk, you imagine Titus would be saying much of regret and I told you so’s. The Lord of Ember Peak was also shaking his head in a solemn manner and he mutters to himself quietly under his breath. When the song concluded, the man bowed to the floor once again and moved off to ask after Joanna, to ask her what song she would like for him to play and you soon here the man play a more upbeat song and Elleanor turns to you. “Ser Mervyn if you will excuse Lord Farman and I. We have some very important business to discuss. Enjoy your evening Ser.”You take the less than subtle hint and take your leave, and as you return to your seat with Alyssa and Cerenna you look back and see that Elleanor and Lord Sebastion had left the table and were nowhere to be seen in the feast hall. --- What to do now? --->Tell Alyssa what just happened>Go and find Tyrus, you’d promised you’d find him before the evening was done>Wait until the feast was done and find Joanna>Something else (Write in)Also, I have to run for a few hours. Theres a big dinner at the Breezy family home that I totally forgot about
>>3861022>>Tell Alyssa what just happenedWife, WIIIIIFE EXPLAIN THISSS
>>3861022>Go and find Tyrus, you’d promised you’d find him before the evening was done
>>3861022>Wait until the feast was done and find Joanna
>>3861022Go and find Tyrus, you’d promised you’d find him before the evening was done
>>3861022>>Tell Alyssa what just happened"He was a pyromancer disguised as a bard, cause seven damned that was one hell of a burn."
>>3861022>>Tell Alyssa what just happened
>>3861022>Tell Alyssa what just happened
Wouldn't both be doable? Like tell Alyssa now and talk to Joanna after the feast?
>>3861508Couldnt see how it shouldnt be able to. I think we should be able to do both. Do really wish Joe wouldnt take so long between updates though
>>3861511Eh, he has a life too. He did warn he would be away for a few hours at the end of the last post.
>Talk to TyrusThen after feast is done>Talk to AlyssI knew there was something up with this marriage, not being a Lanister wasn't reason enough for Ellanor
>>3861022>>Go and find Tyrus, you’d promised you’d find him before the evening was doneCome on guys, we cant keep forgetting our squire.
>>3861022>Wait until the feast was done and find JoannaTywin is such a CHAD
>>3861022>Go and find Tyrus, you’d promised you’d find him before the evening was doneWe could chat to Alys in our chambers later
>>3861630I'm looking forward to Mervyn meeting him.
>>3861659This is a fair point. Seeing as it's currently a tie between going to see Tyrus and Alyssa, we'll do both. >>3861511Apologies again, my life is hectic right now, and pretty much all of my spare time is going to this but it's still a patchy run schedule at best, so I appreciate your continued patience guys!>>3861630Easily my favorite character in the entire series. I'm kind of scared to have to try and write him to be honest.>>3861780I am as well. I'm curious to see which side of Mervyn wins out, his ambition of his loyalty.I'll write up our drinking with Tyrus scene on my lunch break today, and post it when I get home from work today which should be around 6-6:30 pm Mountain Standard Time, and we'll go run to Alyssa from there. There will be more chances to talk to Joanna, Tygon and Sebaston before we go "pirate" hunting
Shaking your head as you returned to your seat, you instead feel the need to get some fresh air. You stop by your table and place your hand on Alyssa’s shoulder, leaning over her from behind and whispering in her ear that you would see her in your room later tonight. Mistaking your whispering for intimacy she cranes her neck backwards to look at you and gives you a wink and a smile as she assures you that she’ll be there. Your face is an indifferent mask as you make for the castle courtyard and as you walk out through the large oaken doorway you are greeted by the Squires Feast that you had forgotten about in your confusion. Your mind had been running with what had just unfolded in front of you, but as far as you could gather, that bard was far more than just a singer. He was a messenger, likely from Lord Tywin Lannister himself. You’d only ever heard stories of the man. A man who was so ruthless he exterminated not one, but two noble families, and a man who was so fabulously wealthy he was said to shit gold. Even from Kings Landing he was said to rule the Westerlands with an iron fist. The conflict between House Reynold and House Serrett was one of only a small handful of examples of war breaking out in the west. And you were part of a family that was now involved in what was some kind of plot against him, as well as a second plot involving the murder of a noble heir. One who was also involved in said plot against the Lannisters if the fear on Lord Farmans face was anything to go by. It gave you a head ache trying to piece together all of these loose strings that seemed to elude your every attempt to put them together and as you walk towards the walls, trying to find some silence to help ease your headache you hear your name being called. “Ser Mervyn! Ser! SER!”You turn your head and see Tyrus waving you over, standing in front of his seat to get your attention. His one hand waves at you enthusiastically, and in his other he holds a wooden mug and your squire was clearly enjoying himself. You mutter under your breath as you remember you’d told him that you would come drink with him once the feast was done and over with. He was currently seated with a young boy clad in a purple, and as you approach further you can see he has the same amber eyes of those with First Men blood in their veins.
“Ser, Ser. You rode excellently today! It’s all anyone can talk about out here. Isn’t that right Anders?”The boy was young, a few years younger than Tyrus by your estimation but he carried himself to appear older than he was. The boy stands and you can see he’s short for his age as introduces himself to you with a voice that cracks. “Seven Blessings upon you Ser. My name is Anders Hill of Hornvale, Squire to Ser Arston Jast. I watched you unhorse Ser Tygett Lannister Ser, and it was as Tyrus says. Masterful. Ser Arston says that it’s important for me to learn from it, that no joust can be a certain thing.”You nod at the boy and introduce yourself and extend a hand to the boy and you are surprised by the strength of his grip compared to his size and the three of you sit down at the table and you call for a round of ales. Anders politely declines, saying that he didn’t partake in drink as it was a vice. You shrugged your shoulders and took a deep drink of the dark brown ale after a servant had placed the mugs on the table. So this was the bastard son Lord Andros had spoken of when you had visited Hornvale…“Anders and I were talking about…about his blood Ser. I asked about what it’s like being born on the wrong side of the sheets, and told him you were a bastard too, and look what you managed to do Ser.”You scowl at Tyrus. He consistently managed to forget that you while you were given the name Hill when you were born, your parents had married before they had you. “Tyrus, how many time do I have to remind you of this?”You turned to face Anders Hill and explained the circumstances of your birth more clearly.“I was born a Hill, like yourself Anders, however I am the son of a bastard, not a bastard myself. A small distinction for most, but enough of one for me. But otherwise, Tyrus is correct. Don’t be ashamed of your birth, for it had nothing to do with you. That sin lies with your father and mother. I won’t lie to you the life of a Hill is a difficult one, especially if you travel the world. Bastards and hedge knights are not often welcomed by the hearth, and you will find that the mountains will try to break you, forests will try to turn you about and the bogs will try to lure you in and never let you go. The key is to know why you do what you do. Faith, family, wealth or what have you…”Anders looks at you with his intelligent brown eyes that are so like his fathers and nods as he contemplates what you said to him. He soon excuses himself as he still had to scour his masters armour for the morrow and departs, leaving you with alone with just Tyrus and some ale…--- What to talk about with Tyrus? --->His bastard child>What he wants to do with his life>Something else (Write in)
>>3864846>What he wants to do with his life>how are things with you and Rose ?
>>3864846>and the bogs will try to lure you in and never let you go.I see what you do there.>What he thinks of Joanna and Sebaston>How are Rose and the bastard>What he wants to do with his lifeAll of the above!
Sounds good to me. Writing!
“You’re worried about your child aren’t you Tyrus? Worried about what might happen to your bastard?”The fiery headed youth takes a pull off of his flagon and his eyes fall to the table as he mumbles something quietly and he seems to slump in his seat and his fingers idly played with his mug and the silence gets to him and he meets your gaze.“I…I don’t want it to be poor, or suffer. I don’t want people whispering about it behind his or her back all the time like the do about you Ser. Ally tells me you had a hard life before you came to Ember Peak. I’ve seen all your scars Ser, and I don’t want my child to have to go through what you did…”“Your child won’t have the same life that I did Tyrus. If it’s a boy, perhaps he’ll take a similar path to your new friend there, serving a knight with one of your parents allies. If it’s a girl, she could always join the faith or take up a serving role when she gets old enough. You got your girl with child on Tygons wedding night right? That means that both yours and Tygons children will be of the same age. They could grow up being friends as well as family. How is that girl of yours anyhow?“Rose is good Ser. She’s staying with her aunt down in the village right now. I visit her as often as I can, although mother doesn’t approve. But she says as long as I don’t try and bring the bastard back home it’s okay.”Elleanor Reynold had shown herself in recent days to be a shrewd and intelligent woman, using her children to try and cement political alliances regardless of what her children wanted. A boy having an acknowledged bastard would certainly her second sons reputation and worth as a suitor. “Any thoughts on what you might name the little bastard once it’s born?”You say this lightly and with a smile on your face and Tyrus gives you a small smile in return, his eyes being lit up by fire light from torches set on the iron sconces in the walls that also reflected off of his bright red hair. If he didn’t wear a near permanent scowl on his face the boy might even be considered handsome but he had a fire in him. A rage that it seemed very few people had the ability to quench.
“If it’s a boy, I was thinking about naming him Aemon Ser. After Aemon the Dragonknight. If it’s a girl…I haven’t really thought of any names. Rose likes the royal names too though, so maybe something like Rhaena or Daenarys? I was thinking that maybe with a good name like that, people might favour them more and maybe their given name will stand out more than Hill.” “Aye your son or daughter will have a good life Tyrus. But speaking on that, what do you want to do with your life? I know you like to fight, and want to be a knight, but I imagine you’ll do that sooner rather than later.”“I dunno Ser. I never thought about it. I always just figured I’d stay at home and be a household knight. I don’t want much Ser. I just want to fight, be with Rose and serve my family.”Simple needs for a simple young man. Some men were born to be soldiers, and Tyrus was clearly one of them. He would very likely achieve his goals, although if you knew his mother she would likely have him married to a highborn maid as soon as she was able. Tyrus was stubborn, but even he would be unlikely to refuse a match made for him when he could simply ride down to Headwaters to be with the woman he loved. That didn’t bode well for any future wife of his but you suppose that highborns didn’t often marry for love.The two of you discuss fatherhood for a good while but you manage to turn the conversation to the topic of marriage, specifically that of Joanna and Sebaston and what Tyrus thought of the match.“I dunno Ser. I don’t think Ser Sebaston is much of a husband, but his blood makes him a good match I suppose. I don’t like him, and I remember how you thrashed him at Tygons wedding. I know Joanna doesn’t like him, she was pretty smitten with that Ser Leroy Lannister but this is what she was born to do. She’ll be the Lady of Fair Isle one day and give Sebaston children. That’s just how life is.”He knew more about this than you you supposed, and when pressed further he seems slightly confused as he asks what else there was to say about the matter? A soldier through and through your squire was. And so the two of you drank like soldiers, although you had just begun to feel the effects of the ale while Tyrus had begun to slur his words and sway heavy even while seated. Standing from the table, you offer to walk him back to his chambers but the boy refuses, saying that he wasn’t done drinking yet and you laugh as you stand and bid him good night, telling him to be ready to arm you on the morrow to which he readily agrees with an excessive head nod. You made your way back into the castle proper and made your way to your chambers, thinking about what you were going to say to your wife…Alright, so how do you guys want to approach Alyssa with all this information? Any questions you guys specifically want to ask?
>>3865002>>3865002Tell her about Tywin's bard, how it was clearly a warning, but for WHAT? Her father when he talked to us about the marriage dispute hinted it had to do with blood and the Reynes, and Ellanor said the same today. Hell she even said Sebastion dying was worse than Tygon dying if combat went sour. What in the world is so important that her first born son dying is a better alternative than a gormless worm of a man who her daughter despises doing so instead? What is so important Tywin sent a threat so thinly veiled a man with no real noble social graces picked up on it piss easily?
>>3865016This. Also ask if she is up for butt stuff
>>3865016Idk I’m opposed to killing or letting Sebaston die. Only reason I didn’t vote during that one is because I didn’t know it was going on. Killing this heir for a payout that won’t happen for 30-40 years? And for the sister that we don’t like to be able to marry a guy we fucking hate, and who hates us? Hard pass.
>>3865023I would assume once she answers our questions we can opt to tell her or ellanor, but we kinda need to know what is going on first.I made sure to avoid spilling the plot if possible.
>>3865002I'd say approach it bluntly but cautiously, probe a little for how much she knows. I'm sure she's also picked up on her older sibling's plans... Ally is very smart I'm sure she put it together.
>>3865050How on earth would she has done that ? Only thing that has been planned has been what Tygon and Mervyn agreed on yesterday.
Not that I'm expecting alot of traffic over night, but I think I'll let this go overnight and see how it goes. I'll be doing the final few updates for this thread tomorrow morning.
>>3865018Drunk Mervyn might ask this in a round about way - probably too Dornish for her though.>>3865016Backing this
>>3865002>>3865016This is good
Awesome. I'll get to writing as we speak!
You opened the heavy door and swung it open and walked inside before closing the door behind you. A fire had been lit and was crackling away giving the room a wash of orange light as you looked for your wife and found her lying naked on your bed. As she in turn lays eyes on you she stands and walks over in as seductive a manner as she can. Your eyes drink in her form and although pregnancy had taken it’s toll on her you still found yourself stirring. Her breasts had grown, although they were still less than a handful and one was slightly misshaped and a fair amount smaller, and it didn’t sit quite as nicely as the other. Meanwhile, her stomach had small visible stretch marks and wrinkles from carrying your child in place of the smooth and unblemished white skin that had been there before. Her hips had grown however and in truth, you viewed the change in her body no differently than she looked at the plethora of scars that marked your body. Scars of the battle of her sex and she approached you and placed a finger on your firmly…“Hello husband. I thought we might celebrate your victory today, Marqus is with Cerenna and Holly for the night so we have the night to ourselves…”She stands up on her tip toes to kiss you but you put your hands on her shoulders before your lips touch and you instead kiss her on lightly on the forehead. She looks up at you with a confused and slightly hurt look on her face but you whisper to her that you needed to talk to her. She folds her arm at you and cocks her head but she relents when you give her a serious stare and she quickly leaves and returns covered in a nightshift lightly takes her place on your lap as you sat in a large comfortable chair and begin to retell her the events that had taken place at the high table. Starting with how the bard had come and played such a private song seemingly directed to Lord Farman and Elleanor. This sobers her immediately and she gives you a hard look.“A bard from Tywin Lannister? And he played The Rains of Castamere? Seven above Mervyn, this is not good. This is not good at all.”“Aye on the premise of being a wedding gift I believe. And there was something else she said that I cant figure out. She was talking about how Tygon volunteered to go with Sebaston to hunt down some pirates? Well your mother said that it would be worse for Sebaston to fall in battle than Tygon. Why would she say that? She said immediately after how Tyrus isn’t someone who can rule and how important Tygon is to her and the future of our house but Sebaston is more important?”Alyssa gets up off your lap and quickly walks out to the hall, opening the door and poking her head outside of it before hurrying back to you and straddling you face to face and he looks directly at you, going so far as to pull your face towards her with her hand.
“Mervyn you need to listen to me very carefully. Blood is a very complicated thing, as are claims of inheritance. I know mother and father have been arguing over this marriage since the very beginning but now it all makes sense to me. My mother was once betrothed to Ser Reynard Reyne, brother to Lord Roger Reyne. Tywin Lannister killed both of them during the Reyne-Tarbeck Rebellion, and married off mother to father to allow her to keep her name alive in memory of my grandfather, Marqus. He was a good man, and father tells me that Lord Tywin respected him for his bravery and perhaps more importantly because he was an honourable man who didn’t mock the then Lord Tytos, instead offering him the respect he was due. But Lord Farmans mother was a Reyne, so any child born of Joanna and Sebaston will have perhaps the strongest claim to any of the Reynes former holdings.”“She mentioned something about I and a few of my men escorting her to Kayce to see what could have been her home? Does that mean what I think it does?”Alyssa has gone as pale as a ghost. The very real threat of what happened to the Reynes was an ever more real possibility and she nods her head very slowly.“Mervyn this isn’t good. If I’m right, I think my mother wants to retake Castamere. Lord Tywin has let it sit empty and decrepit since the rebellion for a reason, and a house with blood ties to the Reynes, especially one with a grandchild with said blood ties on both sides…It could look like a very real insult to the Lannisters. As if they were trying to revive House Reyne, or at least Castamere. Lord Farman has to know. I don’t know how they have it worked out because its his grandchild that will inherit the castle most likely, but together I imagine they are at best simply plotting to retake Castamere, at worst…”She lets the worst case scenario sink into your head, only mouthing the word “rebellion” as she thinks and you can see the look of fear creeping onto her face and she leans into you for comfort which you oblige her, throwing you arms around her in an embrace to make her feel protected…--- Tell Alyssa about Tygon’s plan? --->yay>nay
>>3865367>Yes, but make her Promise, swear on our marriage and son that she will telll no one. That whatever we as a couple decide to do, we’ll be the one to talk if we must. A matter of keeping her safe.
>>3865367>nayI think she can keep quiet, though, so maybe we can ask her opinion of the very hypothetical situation of something happening to Sebaston when hunting pirates.
>>3865370And if she thinks it'd be a good thing, then tell her.Forgot like half my idea.
>>3865370>nay-ish?this guy >>3865370has the right idea. We need her to be able to truthfully say she didn't know about the plot if things go south, for Marqus' sake. So we phrase it as a hypothetical and ask her not to talk about it.
2(ish)-1 for now. I'm going to let this sit for a little bit longer to see if anyone else pops in because this is a fairly important vote. I'll be back in an hour or so and if theres no more activity I'll roll with what I have
>>3865374Supporting this. Feel it out, but ultimately she should be trusted. We won't survive too long at this intrigue level without her help.
>>3865367>yayFor the most part, he's been played as devoted to her first.
>>3865408>yaywe test the water to see what she thinks first, then we lay the truth
>>3865367>>yayWe don't need Tywin taking a golden shit over us by starting Rains of Castamere 2: The Quickening.
Castemere... I would be nice, I wonder what is the price on that. Mervyn could use a castle or two
4-3 for yay, but lot's of support for testing the water first. Writing!
“What do we do Alyssa?”“I don’t know Merv, I just don’t know. Joanna and Sebaston will be married within the week, and I don’t think there is anything we can do stop it from happening…”She clutched at you like the scared seventeen year old girl that she was and you think to what Tygon had suggested to you earlier. You didn’t think your wife would come up with murder as a possible solution to such a dangerous problem.“Ally what if…what if Sebaston were to die?”She jerks her head off of your chest suddenly and gives you a wary and searching look. Her eyes squint at you and her normally large lips harden into a thin line as she tries to comprehend what it is you are implying.“If…if Sebaston were to die…especially before Joanna becomes pregnant…That would certainly help prevent mother from making such a claim on Castamere. But that would be…murder Mervyn and incredibly dangerous besides…”“Well let’s say nobody murdered him. What if he was slain in battle against these pirates? You’ve seen how he fights, I wouldn’t be surprised if he falls when we go to eliminate those ironborn from his shores.”“But what if he doesn’t Merv? What if he survives it?”You take a deep breath and let out a long sigh and you run your hand through your hair before pinching the bridge of your nose as you try to figure out the best way to put this in a way that your wife can understand. “Men die in battle all the time Ally. He could fall off of his ship and drown, or fall off of his horse. Battles can be confusing places at the best of times…”“Mervyn are you suggesting…are you thinking about killing him?” She says this question with a shocked look on her face and her hand covers her mouth in surprise, fear and…is it a small glimmer of hope you see in her eyes? The look you gave her in your sky blue eyes is all the confirmation she needs, but you give her a nod anyways.
“Alyssa, I will do whatever I need to do to keep you and Marqus safe. I’ll kill the fucking king if I need to. So if what your mother is doing is going to put the two of you at risk…” Silence hangs heavy in the air.“Mervyn if…if you do this…there will likely be only one way forward. Mother will be furious, and even if you don’t get caught, and she believes you had no part in his death, I don’t know what she might do. You’ll have to find a way to speak to Lord Tywin and…and tell him…”She breaks down into tears, unable to say the words. But you knew what she wanted to say. If this was the road you chose to go down, it would likely mean betraying Elleanor and almost guaranteeing her death, or at the very least her exile. Alyssa continues to sob into your chest for a time before managing to compose herself. “Merv this isn’t like you. You aren’t a schemer or a murderer. Where…where is all this coming from?”“Alyssa. I need you to promise me something. That no matter what happens this conversation never happened. For Marqus. For us…”She nods her head in an instant, not even needing to think about her devotion to you and Marqus. She promises and you explain to her all about Tygon’s plan. About how he planned to ensure that Sebaston Farman didn’t return from their expedition and that Joanna might not be forced to stay on Fair Isle. You also mention the promise he made to reward you, and the implications of what that means. She looks on in shock, but manages to keep her composure.“Tygon and Joanna have always been close, but I didn’t think that even Tygon would be so bold as to plan something like this. We all know Joanna detests Sebaston but this… It’s so dangerous Merv. But if you and Tygon do this together and succeed…there is a future for our house. If the two of you can prevent this treason before it begins and can inform Lord Tywin…”She falls to tears again, and the thought of losing her mother was one that was deeply painful to her that much was obvious. But as she cries your eyes stare only into the fire and the empty blue orbs have fire dance in them as your hardened your will for what would likely need doing in the coming days. The potential of betrayal sat ill in your gut, but if it came down to loyalty to Elleanor against your loyalty to Alyssa you knew there was no competition….--- Break ---
Alright I'm going to call it here for today. I'll be running again sometime next week I imagine, likely on Wednesday but I'll keep you all posted on twitter. Thanks for playing as always and I'll be around to answer any questions for the rest of the day.
>>3865483WEWWWWWgood posts joe, I'm really enjoying being out of our depth and having to make hard choices. Shit is intense
>>3865483Wow joe, absolutely amazing stuff
>>3865483Is there any way we can back out? Killing the Farman guy and betraying Elleanor is pretty shitty and scummy, even for Mervyn. Lol, Mervyn is becoming more and more like his dad every day, despite his previous efforts to be loyal.
>>3865574Scummy ? We literally stabbed a five year old girl to death. The only part of the family we actually care about is Alyssa and Marqus.
>>3865490Thank you very much! I've been hoping that Mervyn (and I hope Alyssa as well) being rather hopeless comes across in my writing. I'm also very excited to see what path you guys take.>>3865541Bah I wouldn't go that far but thank you very much! I'm just glad you're enjoying it! >>3865574Absolutely! There will 100% be a vote about how Sebaston comes home, either in a box or alive and well when the time comes. You also definitely don't have to seek out Lord Tywin and inform him what you know even if Merv does end up killing Sebaston, that's only what Alyssa thinks is the safest option. Whether or not she's right is up in the air right now. Tywin is obviously a dangerous person to be on the wrong side of, but Elleanor is dangerous in her own way and much closer to home so take from that what you will. >>3865575I'd say Merv at least cares a little about Tygon and Tyrus. But when it comes down to it, the only family he truly loves? Absolutely.
>>3865578Oh right, i forgot about Tyrus. Anyway. Go start voting in Fathers quest Joe!
>>3865574Mervyn doesn't give a fuck about anything, he clearly feels joy from killing and blocks most of the guilt and remorse from murder >>3865578thanks for writing, can't wait till we see Tywin
>>3865787Well that's not entirely fair to Merv. He definitely gives a fuck about his individual family, as well as a few of his friends. But he is 100% addicted to the thrill of battle and killing men in battle means very little to him. However, he does have a certain amount of PTSD from certain things that have happened to him that is starting to surface. From him losing focus during the raid on the Serrett Lands, to the dream he had at the very start of this thread. Him becoming a father and having people he cares about is slowly chipping away at the wall that he hides all his negative emotion behind.To summarize, he isn't a complete sociopath devoid of emotion, but he has a very callous view of the world and doesn't flinch at what needs to be done, whether he finds the deed to be distasteful of not.
Rolled 6, 1 = 7 (2d6)>>3865861Anyhow, I'm doing some house keeping and updating my notes and what not and am going to do some rolling to determine what happens with Alyssa's twins and what not so I can get my facts straight about them. The first twin is automatically a girl because I fudged the roll with Marqus.First Die: Twin TypeOdds - IdenticalEvens - FraternalSecond Die: Second TwinOdds - BoyEvens - Girl
>>3865888Fraternal and one of them is a boy
>>3865891Next Lannister kids are born.
>>3865888I can already here the incest jokes coming. Wonderful. Well if I have you guys for a moment let's roll with it. Can I get 2d6 for the Attractive trait. First die is for the girl, second for the boyOdds - YesEvens - No
Rolled 4, 6 = 10 (2d6)>>3865932
Rolled 2, 4 = 6 (2d6)>>3865932
Well that's a definite no on attractive. Alright now for Blood of the Andals.2d6First is the girl, Second is for the boy.Odds - YesEvens - No
Rolled 5, 6 = 11 (2d6)>>3865948
Rolled 1, 4 = 5 (2d6)>>3865948
Cool. The girl has it, the boy does not. Hair and Eye colour now. 4d6 please. First two girl, second two are the boy. Hair first, then eyesHair: 1-3 Mother, 4-6 FatherEyes: 1-3 Father, 4-6 Mother
Rolled 5, 4 = 9 (2d6)>>3865962
Rolled 3, 4, 4, 4 = 15 (4d6)>>3865962
Rolled 6, 5, 4, 2 = 17 (4d6)>>3865962whoops
>>3865965Girl looks like her mother. The boy has Mervyns blonde hair and Ally's eyes. Height and weight time. 1-2 = Shorter than respective parent3-4 = Same height as respective parent5-6 = Taller than respective parent1-2 Stocky3-4 Average5-6 Slim4d6 please. Girl, Boy, Height, Weight
Rolled 6, 6, 3, 6 = 21 (4d6)>>3865990
>>3865991Girl is taller than Alyssa, and slim. Boy is Merv's height and slim. Okay defining character trait. Can I get 2d12 please1. Dutiful2. Rebellious3. Kind4. Quiet5. Insensitive6. Fearless7. Stubborn8. Cold9. Shrewd10. Cunning11. Loyal12. Pick 2
Rolled 2, 9 = 11 (2d12)>>3866000
Rolled 12, 6 = 18 (2d12)>>3866000
Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d12)>>3866000
So Daughter is tall, slim, blood of the andals and looks like her mom with a rebellious streak? Unless joe makes her get two.While our boy is a blonde hair green eyed slim boy with shrewd. Basically merv and marqus's opposite
>>3866002Seven save us. A Rebellious girl and a Shrewd boy. Alright last item I need is going to be their bearing or rather "career type" i guess.Girl:Proper Lady = 1Leader/Strong Woman = 2-4Scholarly = 5-6Boy:1-3 = Lordly4-5 = Martial6 = Scholarly2d6 please
Rolled 5, 3 = 8 (2d6)>>3866021here we go!
Rolled 6, 6 = 12 (2d6)>>3866021
>>3866026nerds, my dices is clearly superior
Rolled 6, 1 = 7 (2d6)>>3866021
>>3866026>>3866028yes. utter utter shit.
Oh shit, I thought we were trying to avoid knocking her up again. Her body needs time to recover.
>>3866034Oh yeah, we failed to pull out.
so a shrewd lord and a rebellious nerd, now all we need is Castemere, an army and we got ourselves a strong house
>>3866025So i take it since it is unlikely the boy will become an actually lord he will persue a career in stewardship and no doubt get bullied by Marqus as the chad jock that he is.Girl might become a septa. And read incest smut in secret
>>3866045I can see the future marqus rules the house with might and gets stabbed in the back by shrewd boy
>>3866049Oh yeah. Some familia intrigue.
>>3866025These are quite the kids Merv is going to be stuck with. Although the boy likely has the makings of a good steward.So to sum them up.--- The Girl ---- Blood of the Andals- Red Hair- Green eyes- Taller than Alyssa (5'5/5'6 ish)- Slight of build- Rebellious- With a inclination towards the scholarly arts--- The Boy ---- Blonde Hair- Green Eyes- Merv's Height (5'11/6' ish)- Slight of build- Shrewd- With a lordly type of bearingWell if Merv ever manages to get himself a tower or castle, it should be in good hands once he dies. Marqus is going to be a fierce warrior, and his younger brother is likely going to be a good steward. Their sister however is going to be trouble however. Cool. Alyssa is going to insist on naming one of them, most likely the girl but that can all be decided later. Any questions for me? About the kids or the quest in general? >>3866034Yeah a failed will test messed that up. I'm not spoiling about whats going to happen when Alyssa gives birth.
>>3866053What was MArqus's stats again?
>>3866053>Their sister however is going to be trouble however.I could imagine she would try to do what Oberyn's daughter did. Disguise herself to be a boy then join the maesters
>>3866053if we play our cards right with Titus, Tywin and Tygon, what are the chances on acquiring Castemere and getting away with it? is it possible?
>>3866053So, when does the incest start ?
>>3866055Hes going to be a fearless fightier, who's built like his dad and looks like his mom. >>3866057She'll certainly be found with a book in her hand doing typical rebellious girl things. >>3866058For Mervyn? Honestly just about zero. That's just not a prize Tywin is going to want to give out. But a different piece of land? Who knows. That'll come down to some negotiating/what Mervyn chooses to do
>>3866088>She'll certainly be found with a book in her hand doing typical rebellious girl things.Smut. She is gonna read a lot of smut and tomes of forbidden knowledge ?
>>3866053>Yeah a failed will test messed that up. I'm not spoiling about whats going to happen when Alyssa gives birth.Sigh there goes our soccer team
>>3866053>I'm not spoiling about whats going to happen when Alyssa gives birth.How much would it fuck up Merv to lose her?
>>3866259Something fierce. If Alyssa dies Merv will probably go on an absolute murder spree just to relieve some of his suffering. It would be a scary time to be in his proximity that's for sure. Depending on some will rolls he might even disappear from Ember Peak for a while. But that's all hypothetical until Alyssa actually gives birth and the reveal is made.
>>3866320>he begins to fuck a lot of whores almost all who a redheads>He developes and unhealthy attraction towards his daughter as she reminds him of her>He becomes cruel and will snap at the slightest provocation
>>3865938>>3865939mervyn's genes keep getting cucked
>>3866356The seed is not strong it would seem. Reynold blood seems to be rather telling though. >>3866322>>3866632Poor Madeline? I like the "M" names for the family I stand by the fact shes going to be a handful, but the rest will have to be seen as the story unfolds.
>>3866717Agreed Joe, for the shrewd boy, howdoes Merlin sound, in keeping with the theme
>>3866739Gotta make it Merlyn for the iconic totally-not-a-ripoff-of-a-real-name.
>>3866781+1 This plays off Mervyn well.
>>3866781>>3866739Why not go with already established name that kinda fits ?Melwyn Merlon Mathin>>3866717For a girl i would suggestMyrielleMeriaMalessa
>>3865574Bruh, killing farman isn't disloyal. Elleanor is being brash and putting her whole house at risk. This plot is loyal to the house as a whole, Titus, our wife, Tygon and Tyrus. It's not scummy, its doing the thing that needs to be done. 100% kill the Farman
>>3866632>Mervyn ask his daughter what she is reading>She replies "A Caution for Young Girls">Mervyn has no idea what the book is about but it sounds educational and give her the thumbs upCan Mervyn even read ?
>>3865574If we toss Elleanor under the bus I'd agree but just making sure the marriage is voided and that Tywin doesn't have cause to end the House is fine.
>>3867301I am hoping we go full Tywin. I know Anons usually hate Lannisters though so I'm not holding my breath.
>>3867277>https://1drv.ms/x/s!Am-XCwIRrb9HgwmwnloQ1bkNeh0jLanguage 3So yeah he can>>3867366He might, depends on qm and how time skips go.
>>3866739>>3866781>>3866781>>3867340I honestly quite like the name Merlyn, but it'll come down to a vote when they're actually born. There was alot of support for the name Gareth or Garth as well the last time. >>3867026Myrielle is one that I like. If you guys want, when the time comes we can probably do a persuasion check to try and name both of them. Otherwise, Alyssa is going to insist on naming one this time. >>3867204I don't know about that. It's still pretty underhanded and scummy. But so was slaughtering a small girl like she was a sheep...>>3867277Alyssa taught him his letters and he is literate, but he's never actually read a book. I'm going to remember this post if this quest gets that far.>>3867366>>3867377I'm really looking forward to that vote. On one hand I get to write Tywin in a semi-postive light, on the other I get to write him as pants shittingly scary. Very exciting either way.