Hey everybody! This is a quest based on the Song of Ice & Fire series. We take the role of Victara Redhand, a young ironborn noble looking to prove herself. We are starting in the year 280 AC, two years before Robert's Rebellion. Uh, I'll be getting a twitter for updates and Google excel sheet of Victara's stats up soon. But for now, a dramatis personae followed by Victara's stats. House Redhand >Lord Osric Redhand, lord of Archport. An ironborn who is taking the middle path between the Old Way and a New Way. He is a stern man. Black of hair and eyes. Age 30.>Lady Lia Serry Redhand, lady of Archport. A noble from the Reach, married into an ironborn family for trade and trying to make peace. She has soft features, blonde hair and green eyes. Age 27. >Victara Redhand, our main character. The firstborn of Osric and Lia, she takes after her mother with green eyes and blond hair. She is still developing herself as a person and in her skills. Age 14. >Aerion Pyke, a bastard of Osric, he takes fully after his father in features. He is young at 9, and a sweet boy. His mother is unknown. >Yann Tissar, a Tyroshi sellsword with an employment history with Lady Lia. He is an experienced fighter and brings a more worldly mindset to the family. Victara Redhand Stats Agility 4 (Dodge 1B)Animal Handling 2Athletics 3 (Swim 1B)Awareness 4Cunning 3Deception 3Endurance 3Fighting 3 (Spears 2B)Healing 2Knowledge 2Language 3 (Common Tongue/Westerosi)Marksmanship 4 (Thrown 1B)Persuasion 4 (Convince 1B)Status 3Stealth 2Survival 1Thievery 2Warfare 2Will 3Derived Stats:Intrigue Defense: 4+3+3 = 10Composure: 3x3 = 9Combat Defense: 4+3+4-2 = 9Armor Rating: 4DamageFrog Spear Melee - Agility+1 = 5Frog Spear Thrown (Close Range) = Agility+1Benefits:Blood of the Ironmen (Once per combat, add +1D to a Combat Test. Also whenever testing Athletics on a Ship or in water, re-roll 1s equal to specialty rank)Attractive (Re-roll any 1s equal to half your Persuasion rank)Cohort - Yann Tissar, a Tyroshi sellswordGoals: Fame & Wealth - Wanting to prove one's self.Motivations: Greed, and perhaps a dash of Duty?Vice & Virtue: To Be Developed During Play.First post coming post haste!
You are drowning. Salt water fills your mouth and lungs, your body thrashing in the cold waters. The drowned priest holds you by the base of your neck, submerged in the realm of god, straining for air. You open your eyes, the salt stinging them. You feel hands grab your limbs, keeping you firmly beneath the waves. Shame at your weakness is soon taken over by the salt in your body--it burns you, fills you, until there is blackness.Awakening, you push saltwater out from your lungs, turning to your side. Some got into your stomach, and you taste bile. Just like how it came in, it burned. You turn away from the mess you made on the rocky beach, looking up at the village, your family’s castle, and the ragged priest looming above you. His disheveled look makes you uneasy.“What is dead may never die,” the priest intoned, raising his driftwood staff.“But rises again,” you cough, taking a step toward him. You clean your mouth with the back of your hand. “Harder and stronger.” Taking your blond hair, you strain out the excess water. The priest nods and walks away as your little brother barrels into your legs. Little Aerion’s black hair made him fit in better with the other ironborn, you think, despite being a bastard. You ruffle his head and smile.“You did it!” Aerion’s eyes glinted in the sun up at you. “Did you see the Drowned God? Any mermaids?” His excitement is infectious and you grin with him.“I didn’t see any.” Aerion is only nine. You wouldn’t tell him what kind of merlings you’d prefer to attend you in the Drowned Halls. Maybe when he was older. “But you might when you’re old enough.” With you, Mother had been anxious for months leading up to the ceremony. With Aerion, she may not care if the boy drowns.Aerion runs up the beach, back to your lord father and mother. Your house guards had stood vigilant during the ceremony, and you could tell they were more at ease now that it was complete. Following him, you take deep breaths of the air. No matter where you were on Red Isle, you could not escape the salt. It was in the air, the sea, even in the fish you ate. The ironborn life. And you are now truly an ironborn, drowned and risen again.Your mother and father stood before you. Father was garbed in black vestments, but had his weapons at his waist regardless of the occasion. He’s like a statue, a widows’ peak and slicked back dark hair showing all the chisel marks that make up a man’s life. Mother stood in stark contrast, a bright green dress, decorated with white blooms of her maiden Serry family. Her features were soft and welcoming, gold hair adorning her head, flowing down to her back. She was a stranger in a strange land, but she is your mother. And you’ve shown the doubters today that you are of the Iron Islands.“I was so worried…” Mother trailed off, breathing easier now. Father was calm and inscrutable as ever, yet he clapped a hand on your shoulder.
“Are you ready to hear the day’s decrees and news, daughter?” His steely voice asks.“Of course, Father.”The Redhand family and the entourage of guards climb up through the fishing village of Archport. This early in the morning, all the whaling ships were out at sea. It was a nice reprieve from the usual smell of whale being taken apart. The wind picked up as you made the climb, and crossed the Arch, the natural land bridge to Redhand Castle. The wind was whipping--Mother had to hold her dress.The winds felt good after the water. You split from the family, getting a cloth to dry yourself off and clean your armor.“How was the experience?” You hear a familiar voice ask. Yann’s grin was framed by his dyed red mustache. He wore his breastplate confidently, sauntering over to you.You shake your head. “I drowned, and it wasn’t too pleasant. But I feel like I belong now.” You shrug with a smile. “So there’s that.”Yann laughs, but stops as he hears footfalls. A guard reports your urgent presence in the hall. You look to Yann, and both of you walk with purpose to the castle hall.Father and Mother were seated at their thrones, looking down at the man a few steps below them. They were shocked, Aerion standing next to Father, looking between them and the messenger.Father’s mouth moves, trying to find words as you walk up to him. He looks to you then back to the messenger. “What is dead may never die,” he says looking back to you. “Lord Quellon Greyjoy has just passed in his sleep. Balon is now the Lord Reaper of Pyke.” He sighs, leaning back in his chair. “You’re free to stay with us, messenger. Any man of House Greyjoy is welcome in my halls.”You glance at the man, a scowl on his face as he stares at you. His eyes dart over to Father. “Thank you, m’lord.” He exits.Father waited until the messenger was gone, and all in the hall were Redhand men. “Balon wishes all the lords of the Isles to Pyke, to hold a commemorative feast.” He strokes his beard. “It will be held in a few days time. We’ll need to prepare--”The doors to the hall burst open. The drowned priest from earlier walked in with a limp, hanging heavy on his staff. “...any priest may go where he wills in the Isles! We are born of iron, we are not in the greenlands!” You hear the priest shout to the guards following behind. They had failed to stop the elder.“Redhand!” He cries out, startling Mother and Aerion.“What is it, priest?” Father demands.“Men of greenlander faith taint your isle!” The disheveled man nearly spat on the ground, but checked himself. “On the far side. I have seen them! They are armed and beating those who deny their lies!” He takes in breaths. “They wear white cloth and dub themselves the Brothers.”
Father frowned. “Why tell me this now, priest?”He waved his arm to the side, breathing hard on his staff. “I did not wish to interrupt the rite. And a man from another village came to me.” The guards behind him convey the same information on these men of the Faith to you.Father sighs and looks to you. “What do you think, Victara? What course of action should we take?” He had never asked you for your opinion on a matter. At least, not in the throne room, not in front of others. Your heart beats faster, thinking of the choices.>Investigate with Yann, find out more information>Take a group of soldiers to the village in question.Time to get this started boys!
>>4322919>Investigate with Yann, find out more informationYou might want to use the things in this folder QM. It would make a cleaner Char sheet in the future.https://www.mediafire.com/folder/6sar1o14399xv/SIFRPNot my stuff btw, Father compiled it.
>>4322919>Take a group of soldiers to the village in question.
>>4322919>Take a group of soldiers to the village in question.Didn't Quellon die in battle late during the Rebellion after the battle of the Trident though?
>>4322919>>Take a group of soldiers to the village in question.Man I am stoked for this quest. Your descriptions are excellent and I like the diplomatic curveball you've thrown us with a feast on Pyke rather than just going straight for raiding.
>>4322919>Investigate with Yann, find out more information
>>4322919Investigate with Yann
>>4322919>>Take a group of soldiers to the village in question
>>4322944Ironboi might be going on his own timeline here?
>>4322944Yes. I see we're veering hard away from established canon already.
He could be faking his death. Maybe he wants all the lords to gather together, hear if they talk shit about him, then pop out and say "I'M ALIVE ASSHOLES!" and smack the shit-talkers with a rotting fish. The incident doesn't go far from the isles, due to a mixture of secrecy they already have and embarrassment.
>>4322919>Take a group of soldiers to the village in question.Maybe it's a ploy to announce a raid on the Reach where he actually died?
>>4322935Thank you! I'll definitely look into that. >>4322944>>4323000>>4323008>>4323029Well at least I have your attention! I'm very humbled for these fast replies, thank you. Writing now!
>>4323082>Maybe it's a ploy to announce a raid on the Reach where he actually died?Eh I really doubt that given how he was in canon.>Quellon tried to reform the ways of the ironborn and integrate them with the rest of the Seven Kingdoms by freeing thralls, forbidding most reaving, discouraging salt wives, encouraging marriages with the mainland, and bringing maesters to the Iron Islands.However the faking his death >>4323029 might have some merit he was noted to have been failing in health by the time the Rebellion finally rolled around. Perhaps it was a false alarm and he'll be brought back by a maester whereas a drowned priest had failed causing further divide in the ironborn during his reign.
>>4323174Our parents' marriage is probably arranged by him then.
>>4322919“I’ll take a contingent of men with me to weed out these Brothers.” You say, hoping your nerves weren’t obvious in your voice. “Their beating of our people will not be tolerated.” The priest nods his head, telling you the location of the disturbed village. Bowing his head, he leaves.Mother cleared her throat. “Wouldn’t taking that many men frighten them more and make the situation worse?”You turn to meet her gaze. “Aye, it very well might. But a few dozen axes pointed at ‘em will change their mind,” you answer. You might have said it a bit too harshly, for Mother turns her eyes downcast.Father shakes his head. “Faith of the Seven out here? We’ve never outright banned the Faith, but for them to cause violence…” He looks to Mother. “Aren’t they a bit more, you know, peaceful?”She looks to her husband. “Since Maegor the Cruel did away with their military, yes. The Seven led the Andals to Westeros, to war with the First Men.”Father let out a short chuckle. “Well perhaps they’ll put up a good fight. Victara, I wanted to tell you this at a better occasion but… Your ship is ready at the docks. Take Yann with you, and I’ll ready the men. They’ll be under your command.”You could hardly believe it. You blink trying to find your words. Aerion speaks before you, saying, “Father, can I lead the men?”“When you’re old enough,” he replies, earning a glare from Mother.“Thank you, Father,” you say, smiling. “But are you not coming with me?”“Take this as a test. Show the men what you can do. You’ve my blood and you’ve had salt in your lungs. You’re more ironborn than some of them already. Now go,” he waves his hand. Merchants were entering the hall, and the castle quartermaster. You nod as you leave, Yann a pace behind you. He helps you get your armor and weapons ready. Your finely castle-forged sea spear, a few daggers, and a shield were all on your person as you exited the castle. The dockmaster escorts you to your ship on the pier.
>>4323186If I had to give it a guess if not outright arranged by him very likely he had a hand in guiding it to occur. I'd bet that a young(10-13) Osric was amongst Quellon's ironborn that sacked Fair Isle and Faircastle during Lord Tytos Lannister's lordship. Perhaps our grandfather died there and Osric was taken up by Quellon and guided him to his more line straddling lordship between the New and Old ways.I haven't read the original house creation thread so I'm just spit balling here.
>>4323207And what a beauty she was. It was a type of ship the Redhands preferred--a taller and fatter longship, good for war and trade.The ship was freshly made with a fine layer of red to represent Redhand, if the sigil on the sail wasn’t evident enough. “You must be sick of the color red,” Yann says, hacking up mucus and spitting into the ocean.“I sometimes pretend the thumb is a dragon’s head, the fingers its wings,” you smirk, feeling the wind gliding off from the ocean. “And just like that I’m a Targaryen.” Yann snorts at the comment.“Heh, I don’t think anyone marries ironborn except other ironborn. Besides Lia.” He walks up the plank onto the ship, and you follow behind. “What are you going to name her?” “Sea Dragon,” you say instantly. It felt right and natural all at once.Yann puts a hand through his mop of dye-red hair. “It’s a good name. But how should we approach the village? Surround it and start interrogating?”You look up at the cloudy grey sky, contemplating. “Yes. We’ll take a few longships, pull up on shore, and make a circle. I’ll begin asking questions.”“And if things get bloody?”“No ironborn would shed the blood of another ironborn. Unless it’s true war.”As if on cue, the Redhand men marched onto the piers, boarding their ships. The other captains came up to you, one of the swaggering. You roll your eyes. Captain Harras. “My lassie!” The man greets you. His obnoxious mustache met with his sideburns and you wanted nothing more than to rip it off. “What are you doing out here?”You compose yourself. “Father instructed me to lead you and your men.” To which, Harras barked out a laugh. “Do you find that humorous, captain?”“Well when a blond haired lass I’d sooner beat and fuck tells me she’s leading me… I’d tell her to leave it in the hands of someone more capable.” Of course he meant himself. Harras had praise only for Harras. The other captains were mortified at his words, eyes as wide as plates.You glare daggers at him. “You question Lord Osric’s commander?”Harras nods heartily, hand on his sword hilt. “I’d also question his fucking judgment too.”You’ve never liked Harras. One of your father’s best captains, he came from smallfolk roots. Yet he’s been a dissenting voice in the past--apparently has been since you were born from an ironborn and greenlander union. This was too much.>Prove yourself. Finger dance with Harras. >Make the man bleed. Duel him in front of your men. >Talk him down. Roll 5d6 for Persuasion (Convince), keep the best 4 dice.
>>4323186I’d imagine strongly supported rather directly arranged. And likely to be looked down upon when his much more conservative son takes the throne.I’m picturing our father as a canny political operator in the vein of a more honourable, less sociopathic Tywin or Roose.
>>4323214>>Prove yourself. Finger dance with HarrasIs this where our Marksmanship does well?
>>4323214>>Prove yourself. Finger dance with Harras.
>>4323214>>Prove yourself. Finger dance with HarrasI’m guessing the old finger dance runs off agility or marksmanship. Perfect opportunity to play to our high stats without exposing our relatively weaker athletics, fighting or endurance.And persuade is too passive - we need to assert our ability as a warrior.
>>4323214>Prove yourself. Finger dance with Harras.>Make the man bleed. Duel him in front of your men.either or
>>4323214>Talk him down. Roll 5d6 for Persuasion (Convince), keep the best 4 dice.
>>4323214Seeing that there isn't enough support for a duel, which I would prefer, I guess I will go with >Prove yourself. Finger dance with Harras.
>>4323214>Prove yourself. Finger dance with Harras.>>4323251Fighting isn't our strongest stat. He's a veteran captain, he'll overwhelm us. There's time to improve later.
>>4323214>Prove yourself. Finger dance with Harras.
>>4323214>Prove yourself. Finger dance with Harras
>>4323214With a huff, you lower your hand to the axe around your belt. You free it from its loop, pointing it at Harras. “Let us finger dance, captain. I’ll show you my worth.” Grinning widely, Harras climbs up the plank. He stands before the door to captain’s quarters, and you take a position behind the mast. He takes out his hand axe, that grin still plastered on his face. “Let’s see how much Serry is in you, little lady. I still think a fine dress fits you better than that armor.” You suppress a surge of anger within you. You take in deep breaths. “Go ahead, Victara.” Harras waggles his finger at you. You raise your axe up behind your head, making sure to take time to aim, but not too much time.>I need two rolls. >A Marksmanship test, roll 5d6 and keep the best 4 dice. This is to throw the axe. >An Agility test, roll 4d6. This is to catch the axe.
Rolled 1, 1, 5, 1, 1 = 9 (5d6)>>4323564
>>4323566Uhh I hope we're doing best of 3
Rolled 6, 1, 6, 5, 4 = 22 (5d6)>>4323564
Rolled 6, 5, 4, 3, 5 = 23 (5d6)>>4323564>>4323571What a start if we’re not
Rolled 4, 5, 5, 5 = 19 (4d6)>>4323564
>>4323571Yeah I'll do best of 3 rolls.
Rolled 4, 5, 1, 4 = 14 (4d6)>>4323564
Rolled 5, 3, 5, 2 = 15 (4d6)>>4323564>>4323592*Phew*Glad I didn't sink the quest in the beginning then!
Rolled 3, 3, 4, 5 = 15 (4d6)>>4323592and agi
>>4323592Just make sure you do the same for our opponents and account for it when setting thresholds for flat tests. I hate feeling like quests are easy because of the dice rather than our decisions
>Marksmanship Result: 21>Agility Result: 19You fling the axe at Harras, the axe head spinning in a perfect line. You see Harras’s cocksure grin evaporate as the axe comes toward him. He didn’t even bother trying to catch the weapon, he danced to the side of it, the axe embedding itself in the wood. His face was shocked at the throw. Yann and the other captains let out a laugh. Furrowing his brow, Harras throws his own axe. You see it tumble through the air, axe head over handle, and you see your opportunity. You seize it in the air by the handle. The salty wind feels good as it whips against your hair, and you slam down the axe into the deck. “Can a right and proper lady finger dance, Harras?” You taunt the captain. “At least I put my hand out to try and catch it.” “She’s got more guts than you, Harras!” One of the captains shouts out, and they all laugh. You take out the axe from the deck, and return the weapon to its owner. Harras takes his axe, and returns yours. His eyes show defeat, his mouth moving but making no words. You clap a hand on his shoulder. “I wanted you to know I can fight and lead you. I’m not directing you in a ball, I’m directing you in the field. You don’t have to like me. Just trust me in my role.” Leaving him at that, you turn to the other captains. “Men, we’re going to row to the far side of the Isle. We’ll go ashore, surround the village and begin looking for these Brothers. You are not to harm anyone unless I tell you or you defend yourself. Is that clear?” “Yes, my lady!” The captains speak. “Then we head out. Ready your sails and oars!” The captains and Harras leave the ship, going to their own longships. The raiders on your ship begin to board.
>>4323724“Did you expect to lose a finger in that dance?” Yann asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Lia would probably kill me if she knew I let you do that.” “Surely she knows I’m not taking after her,” you say, shaking your head. “She doesn’t have a vision to put me in a dress still, does she?” Yann smiles at you. “Every lady dreams of her daughter being a perfect lady. Even in Tyrosh, the merchant-lords do the same.” He looks about. “I believe we’re ready.” You help prepare the ship for undocking. Soon enough the sea breeze is stronger against your face, the men rowing and letting the winds fill your sail. It takes perhaps an hour to get to the village in question. By now the land has gone from rocky cliff coasts to flatter plains. The half a dozen longships in your fleet land ashore, flanking the village. You instruct the raiders to encircle the village. The smallfolk quickly bar themselves behind their huts, women and children frightened. You, Yann and your soldiers walk up to the elder’s hut. The man, perhaps fifty years old, stumbles out of the home. “What is the meaning of this, milord?” He blinks, rubs his eyes, noticing the gold locks beneath your helm. “My lady! Lady Victara, forgive me.” “You are fine, elder. Tell me, what do you know of the Brothers? They follow the Seven of the greenlands. I’ve heard tale they beat anyone who doesn’t follow their faith.” He looks at you guarded. “They’ve been through here, aye.” The elder looks at the grassy sands. “But I know now where they went.” You share a glance with Yann. ‘He’s hiding something,’ Yann’s eyes seem to say. All you need do is get it from the man. >Threaten the elder. If that doesn’t work, go through with your threats. >Order your men to drag out other villagers and question them. >Talk him into relenting. Roll 5d6, taking the best 4 dice. (If you vote for this, go ahead and roll)>>4323676I'll keep that in mind, thank you!Also I am going into work soon. I'll be back about 2-3AM UTC.
>>4323726>Talk him into relenting. Roll 5d6, taking the best 4 dice. (If you vote for this, go ahead and roll)It would be better to leave the rolling until a decision is made.
>>4323726>Threaten the elder. If that doesn’t work, go through with your threats.
Rolled 4, 6, 3, 4, 5 = 22 (5d6)>>4323726>>Talk him into relenting. Roll 5d6, taking the best 4 dice. (If you vote for this, go ahead and roll)
Rolled 1, 1, 4, 3, 4 = 13 (5d6)>>4323726>Talk him into relenting. Roll 5d6, taking the best 4 dice. (If you vote for this, go ahead and roll)
Rolled 6, 6, 2, 5, 1 = 20 (5d6)>>4323726>>Talk him into relenting. Roll 5d6, taking the best 4 dice. (If you vote for this, go ahead and roll)For the future probs better to hold off on rolls until a decision has been made, don’t want anyone metagaming
Rolled 2 (1d6)>>4323778Assuming I can refill the one for Attractive
Rolled 5, 2 = 7 (2d6)We can re-roll two 1s on any interaction roll right? Because it's "Attractive (Re-roll any 1s equal to half your Persuasion rank)"And it's not limited to 1 use per day or anything? If yes, I'd like to re-roll these >>4323776
>>4323726>Threaten the elder. If that doesn’t work, go through with your threats.>>4323794No it's not limited per day
>>4323726>>Talk him into relenting.
>>4323726>Talk him into relenting.
>>4323726>Threaten the elder. If that doesn’t work, go through with your threats
>>4323726>>Talk him into relenting. Roll 5d6, taking the best 4 dice. (If you vote for this, go ahead and roll)
>>4324529Anon... I'm right there with you, but you appear to be lost.
>>4323757>>4323778Damn, you right. If people see the best of the first 3 rolls, that will affect how they vote. Can you tell this is my first time being a QM? ;DWriting now! Just as a heads up everybody, I have a 12 hour shift tomorrow. So I won't be posting again til 2-3 AM UTC.
>Persuasion (Convince) Result: 19You remove your helm and smile at the village elder. You extend your arm, palm up. “I’m not here to hurt you or yours. If the Brothers have done anything to harm my people, I want to know so I can protect them.” You ball your hand into a fist. “And avenge them, if I must.” The elder is taken aback by your honest words. He seems in awe. “Milady, forgive my looks. I-I had heard horrid tales about you…” “Such as?” You stare at the man, mayhap a bit too hard. “The tales made you out into a monster,” he said, clutching his walking staff with both hands now. “A scheming witch, using your beauty to enchant men…” The laugh you try to stifle escapes your lips. “Some blond witch? God, the shit I hear. But tell me about these Brothers.” “Oh! They were an odd bunch, milady. Wore mainly white clothes. They were in the village right after a drowned priest visited. He was speaking of traveling to Archport, milady. He healed one of our boys who finger danced, with salt and fire to close the wound. But it got worse. His fever grew along with his wailing. But the Brothers came, and they had a healer among them. They were armed but not armored. The healer, she used… something on him. Like a little pouch against his wound, and strange instrument to put it inside him.” You put a hand to your chin, thinking. “What about the beatings?” “Ah yes! The Brothers and my villagers got into an argument. It came to blows, but the Brothers apologized as they left. Didn’t draw weapons. They headed further inland. I know not if they wanted to use the hills to hide their route from us, or if they were headed to Archport.” You know there was nothing of real note further inland of Red Isle. The ironborn never strayed far from sea. Besides a few goat herders, no one lived at the center of the Isle. You put your fingers to your mouth and whistle. “At ease, men!” The command is echoed through your soldiers til it reaches the encirclement. You wave your hand above your head, calling your captains to you.
>>4324856“What did you learn?” Harras asks. Of course he’d be the first to pipe up.“Our drowned priest may have exaggerated. It sounds like an argument turned into a fight, rather than these Brothers just coming into town and beating our people. They healed a boy and left. But they were armed.”“Ironborn can’t arm themselves?” Harras cocks an eyebrow. His question seems genuine rather than goading.You give him a level look. “They may not be ironborn. They had a healer using instruments on the boy. She sounds like a Silent Sister.” Now that your target was on the move, you had to find a way to track them down. You glance around the village, and notice a few horses tied to one hut. And you think of the other half dozen or so small villages like this dotting the coast of Red Isle. The captains await your command.>Favor speed. Take a small group on the horseback to the center of the isle.>Favor thoroughness. Split your forces and begin searching the other villages.
>>4324861>Favor speed. Take a small group on the horseback to the center of the isle.>>4324780You're doing well. Reading other asoiaf quests can help you catch up quickly with the common practices and writing.
>>4324861>Favor speed. Take a small group on the horseback to the center of the isle.
>>4324861>>Favor speed. Take a small group on the horseback to the center of the isle.
>>4324861>Favor thoroughness. Split your forces and begin searching the other villages.
>Favor thoroughness. Split your forces and begin searching the other villages.
>>4324861>>Favor speed. Take a small group on the horseback to the center of the isle.>>Favor thoroughness. Split your forces and begin searching the other villages.BothWe don't have enough horses for everyone to mount up so we'll take a small group and ride for the centre, the leftovers can split up and work their way through the surrounding villages.>>4324780>Can you tell this is my first time being a QM? ;DWell you're doing great. Very evocative descriptions. One thing I've seen in the other ASOIAF qsts is that they give us the degrees of success along with the result. It's nice to know how much we succeeded/failed by.
>>4324885>>4325096I'm going to finally get some time to read other ASOIAF quests, so I'll be learning from them. I'll be posting up the Difficulty Check, and how many degrees we fail/succeed by. And thank you for the compliment--I majored in English in college, with a focus on creative writing. It feels good to use these skills I love, it's been a while. But writing now! With help from my friend, pic related.
>>4326509What do you do for a job, bro? I'm an engineer myself but my sister is thinking about taking English. What are the options out there?
>>4326509Damn, I hate English in college. Sucks ass reading about how the room being blue has a deeper meaning than the author writing a random colour.But I love writing, so keep doing what you love doing QM.
>Favor speed. Take a small group on horseback to the center of the isle.This is not an ideal situation. That’s rarely the case, you think to yourself. No plan hits the field completely laid out like it was in the war room. Thinking on this, you clear your throat, addressing the captains. “Yann, Harras, Cromm and Matias, with me. We’re going to take those horses and go to the center of the isle. The rest of you, go to the other villages and find these men. Question them,” you glare at the captains. “But don’t hurt them. They’re our smallfolk. Now move out!” You stick a first to the air, and the captains disperse to their commanded positions.You and your now-smaller entourage take the horses of the village. The woman in the hut wails even louder when you mount the horse. You assure her you will return it, that it’s being used for Redhand business. You don’t wait to hear for her to comply--it’s expected, after all. Your group make way out of the village, leaving behind the shouts and calls of your men boarding ships and marching.You dare not go faster than a canter on the horse. When the other men begin to move their horses faster, you say, “slow yourselves. We don’t want to scare the goat herders out here,” you lie, mostly. It’s true you don’t want to do that, but your lack of skill with horses outweighs your concern. You’ve barely ridden a horse ten times before now. You know the basics, but that's about it. Regardless of the speed, you make good time to the center of Red Isle. The green hills become more rocky, jagged and form a sort of ravine system. Perfect for hiding. You spot no goat herders around, but Yann points out tracks in the grass and gravel. Dismounting and traveling into the ravines, you follow the path to a small cave. A yawning dark abyss. “I’ve never seen this before,” you comment, putting your hand at the top of the cave mouth. With the sunlight you’re able to see further inside, and the cave opens up, taller and wider. Lighting torches, your group enters the cave.For a few minutes, nothing stands out to you besides never coming across this cave before. You and your brother would travel all over Red Isle with Yann years ago, but you don’t recall the cave. You press on, until a source of light enters your view.A small campfire surrounded by seven stones, all standing in a circle around the fire. Each has crude inscriptions on them, and you see lines in the sandy floor between each. Before you can investigate further, your sixth sense forces you to look to your left, into the darkness.>Roll Agility (Dodge). 5d6, keep the best 4 results.
Rolled 2, 3, 5, 2, 4 = 16 (5d6)>>4326584
Rolled 6, 2, 1, 2, 2 = 13 (5d6)>>4326584
Rolled 5, 5, 5, 6, 4 = 25 (5d6)>>4326584
Rolled 2, 5, 2, 3, 1 = 13 (5d6)>>4326584
>>4326597>>4326598Man am I glad I fucked up my first post.
>>4326530I currently work for the ABC store system. In my US state, they regulate and oversee each county's ABC system, where we have the exclusive right to sell hard alcohol. In college, at first, I wanted to do computer science. Coding and shit to get a decent paycheck and have English as my minor. Turns out I fucking hated coding. So much so I went full on into English, and then did a minor in history. If my minor had a focus, it would've been medieval and ancient history. As far as jobs go, it's slim pickings in the US. I'm in the American South, so shit down here is rough. Your sister WILL mostly likely get asked "did you want to be a teacher?" and hearing that constantly fucking suuuuucks. As someone who's never wanted to teach, and wanted to write and edit a magazine or web articles or some shit, it's annoying when thinking back on it. Most people don't even know you have to major in TEACHING in order to teach anything now! But honestly college wise though, I wouldn't trade it for any other major. I enjoyed the classes I took and shit, but man it got rough real quick out in the real world. Unless your sis is planning to move to upstate New York, the publishing business is pretty much nonexistent, at least in the South. I have a friend who used to do articles for various and myriad gaming news sites. And holy fucking shit. She got paid in pennies and dimes, and part of that time, she was living in upstate NY where living costs were insane! Online work can be very convenient but damn, you aren't starting off making articles for IGN and Kotaku. Sorry if this was a little more than you asked for. But yeah, unless your sis knows people in the industry she wants to get into, an English degree is Hard Mode. >>4326541Yes, I agree with the blue room sentiment. What English classes consider "canon" and great and amazing I consider bullshit. I've never really liked what books they shoved down our throats in class and put it on the pedestal as "fine works." This was mostly in high school, and it was mostly Shakespeare. I've really only ever liked Othello and MacBeth, and I prefer them actually acted out. I don't want to read a fucking play script, I want to see it performed as intended. Surface level English classes are awful until you get into the more specific stuff, which most people will never see outside of an English major/minor. But I digress from my rantings.
Just noticed that our mother had us at 13. Is that not too young?
>>4326755It's not safe to. Which is probably why she couldn't bear another child.
Damn, so our dad boinked our mum when she was 12?!!
>>4326869"Uh excuse me, its called Hebephilia."
>>4326939Not if Osric's only 3 years older
>Agility (Dodge) Result: 21 >DC: 11 (Success by 3 degrees)You hear a muffled twang from the darkness, and you spin deftly to your side. An arrow plunges into the standing stone you were just examining. You, Yann, Harras, Matias and Cromm unsheathe your weapons. Knowing there’s at least one archer, you ready the shield you brought with you. “Show yourselves! Cromm, Matias, throw the torches out there!” You instruct, pointing to the source of the arrow. Sure enough it reveals three figures, clad in pale cloth, weapons ready. One held a bow, the other two simple cudgels, and not even leather armor covered their bodies. Fright was evident in their eyes. They had satchels on them, and you see now a long track in the sand, leading to a small chest they dragged with them. They must have heard your arrival. In the tense moments when men point weapons at each other, your mind flies. >Attempt negotiation. >Signal to attack.
>>4327241>Signal to attack.
>>4327241>Signal to attack.He shot an arrow at us. They didn't try to negotiate
>>4327241>>4327241>>Attempt negotiation.No guarantees we'll let them live though. I just want to know what the fuck they think they're doing here and we can't interrogate a corpse.
>>4327241>>Signal to attack.
>>4327241>Attempt negotiation.We could still kill them later
>Attempt Negotiation. “Friends, we’re not here to harm you!” You lower your sea spear and your shield, yet your grip is still firm. They hesitate, and as they do so, you glance at your compatriots. They follow your lead without a word, lowering their weapons. “We’re trying to find the Brothers. They caused a disturbance in a village, north of here,” you say, very sure these were the men. You ask, “are you them?” The three figures look to each other, and one wielding a cudgel removes the cloth from their face. The figure is a woman and she walks toward you. You meet her in the middle, above the torches. “It sounded like there were more of you back in the village,” you state. The woman nods. “There were, my lady,” she says. “We came here to spread healing and teach the Faith of the Seven. Not to usurp the Drowned God, but to offer succor,” she smiles. “We had an argument, and they split off. We would convene here every night. But they wanted more action. I fear I’ve brought fanatics to your isle.” She bows her head, and her compatriots do the same. “I apologize.” “Accepted. I am Victara Redhand. What is your name?” “Netta, my lady. My former compatriots believe they are the first in a second Andal invasion, bringing the faith with fire and steel. They must be stopped.” You look at her, unnerved. “How many are there?” “About thirty. I fear for your villages outside of Archport, my lady,” Netta speaks. “There’s enough of them to outnumber the villagers, even when the men aren’t out to sea. Seeing as we left on bad terms, they didn’t deem to tell me where they went.” “My lady?” Yann comes into the light, your men picking up the torches. “How should we proceed?” >Return to Archport, get more men and ships onto the field. >Ride your horses and search for the Brothers. >Find and meet up with one of your other captains. Then search for the Brothers.
>>4327515>Ride your horses and search for the Brothers.
>>4327515>Find and meet up with one of your other captains. Then search for the Brothers.We need men but don't have time to go back to archport
>>4327515>>Find and meet up with one of your other captains. Then search for the Brothers
>>4327515>>Find and meet up with one of your other captains. Then search for the Brothers.
>>4327515>Find and meet up with one of your other captains. Then search for the Brothers.
>Find a meet up with one of your other captains. Thirty men would be too much for your small group to handle. Not to say their quality was lacking, but each man would have another five on him. Linking up with one of your search parties was the best choice, in effectiveness and speed. You convey your plan to the others, and tell Netta and her group to make for Archport. Father would want to hear all that has transpired thus far, and that the Brothers were still on the loose. Bidding Netta a quick farewell, you and your ironborn set out on horseback. You head to the west, toward the nearest fishers’ village. As you clear the ravines and return to the hilly landscape, you spot thin lines of smoke at your destination. Fearing the worst, you ride faster, saying, “they’re at the village! Ride!” You hold onto the reins as tight as you can, bouncing a bit against the horse’s back. It’s not long before you spot the village, and a longship with the Redhand sigil on the shore. The Brothers, spread throughout the huts, were in melee with your ironborn. Small fires dotted the hut roofs and grass. It seems like they were caught in the middle of attacking the settlement. The ironborn look to be on even ground with the Brothers as you came within range. “Let’s get in there and shed some blood!” Harras shouts, trying to hide his inept riding skills. “No, we have to rally the men and coordinate them!” Yann yells back. “Victara?” You look at the village, hearing the cries of your people. >Rally the men and lead them. Use the Warfare skill.>Make them pay the iron price! Get into combat posthaste.
>>4328359>Rally the men and lead them. Use the Warfare skill.
>>4328359>>Make them pay the iron price! Get into combat posthaste.
>>4328359>Make them pay the iron price! Get into combat posthaste.Rallying them when they’re already in melee seems a lost cause, let’s get in there and start killing!
>>4328359>Make them pay the iron price! Get into combat posthaste.
>>4328359>Make them pay the iron price! Get into combat posthaste.They are already engaged. Rallying won't work very well unless they fallback or some other troops move in. Giving them time to put themselves back together again.
>>4328359>>Make them pay the iron price! Get into combat posthaste.Can we take an Awareness check or something to see where their leadervis or where our charge might do the most damage?
>Make them pay the iron price! >>4328569And I'm good with an Awareness check! Let's see if Victara spots the leader. >Roll 4d6 for Awareness
Rolled 5, 4, 6, 3 = 18 (4d6)>>4328917
Rolled 4, 4, 4, 1 = 13 (4d6)>>4328917
Rolled 2, 5, 1, 5 = 13 (4d6)>>4328917
Rolled 4, 1, 4, 1 = 10 (4d6)>>4328917
>Make them pay the iron price!>Awareness Test Result: 15 (Success by 2 Degrees)“Come on, men!” You shout behind you, cantering on your steeds. “We’re attacking! Follow my lead!” You clap your heels against the horse’s side. You try to steady yourself, scanning the battlefield. You spot the leader of the fanatics, a giant of a man with a two handed hammer. He’s shouting as he leads his men, swiping the hammer’s head against your men’s shields, and dashing brains. You aim your horse at him, and as you near, you jump off the steed. Your dexterity seems to be with you this day, and you roll along the grass. The loose steed barrels into the enemy mob, disorganizing it even further. Yannis hot on your heels, the only one of your group staying mounted--his cavalry experience in the Disputed Lands clearly showing. He weaves circles between huts and Brothers, slashing and sowing chaos. The leader stomps towards you, not missing a beat. You are one of the more heavily armored combatants here and you just steered an unmounted horse at him. You point your spear at him, calling, “to me, you big bastard!” There’s just enough time to throw one of the sea spears on your back at him, and you stab your finer quality one into the sand. >I need two rolls. A Marksmanship of 5d6, keeping the best 4 dice. >Then for our inevitable melee attack, I need a Fighting roll of 5d6, keeping the best 3 dice.
Rolled 1, 2, 1, 4, 6 = 14 (5d6)>>4330208
Rolled 1, 3, 4, 4, 2 = 14 (5d6)>>4330208Rolling for throwing spear
Rolled 4, 5, 3, 5, 4 = 21 (5d6)>>4330208
Rolled 2, 3, 2, 3, 6 = 16 (5d6)>>4330208Fighting
Rolled 6, 1, 1, 2, 4 = 14 (5d6)>>4330208If we're going shieldless then the melee damage should be added by another +1
Rolled 6, 4, 2, 4, 4 = 20 (5d6)>>4330208
>>4330295+2 if we draw our dirk as an off-hand weapon instead of using the frog spear 2hd. Against someone with a massive warhammer though I think we should keep the shield up instead.
>>4330460Excellent post. Thanks for the contribution.
>>4330208We should use the +1D from blood of the Ironmen now. We can use it once every combat and the faster we can get this big guy out of action the safer we'll be from his club (and the better we'll look in front of our men).
>>4330480forgot about that. Yeah we should definitely use it.
>>4330480>>4330489Oh god I also forgot about it. Yeah we should go ahead and use the plus 1d6 to a combat test.I can add it to the Test that needs it more. Somebody gimme a roll!
Rolled 4 (1d6)>>4331804DROWNED GOD BLESS MY DIE! WHAT IS DEAD MY NEVER DIE BUT RISES AGAIN HARDER AND STRONGER!
Rolled 5 (1d6)>>4331804
Rolled 3 (1d6)>>4331804You should ask at the start of each combat whether we'd like to use blood of the ironborn next time.
>>4331809THE DROWNED GOD HAS BLESSED YOU WITH ONE NUMBER ABOVE AVERAGE! PRAISE BE>>4331811>>4331827>>4331849Thanks guys, will be writing shortly.
>>4331865I'm converting to R'hollor
>>43318695 damage from throwing + likely 12 damage from melee. Ouch
>>4331869We unironically should if we get the chance.
>Marksmanship: 15 vs Combat Defense 10 (Success by 1 Degree) >Damage: 5You ready yourself with your spear, entering into the same pose as you have a thousand times before. All that practice pays off now. Your right leg slides back and you bring your spear arm up beside your head, spear point aimed at the leader. Muscle memory takes over, and the spear soars into the giant. He lets out a cry as the spear embeds itself in his right breast. You let out a triumphant laugh as you ready your melee spear, raising your shield up. Between the wound you gave him and his lumbering bulk, your agility is with you. His lack of any real armor makes sticking him that much easier. >Fighting: 14+Ironborn Bonus(4) vs Combat Defense 10 (Success by 2 Degrees)>Damage: 10 holy shit He barely gets to lift his hammer. The fanatic feels your spear slide into his belly and sides. The poor fool was not expecting to fight an armed ironborn. The white cloth he wore was quickly becoming red, and with a sidestep, you watch him tumble forward onto the earth. His men fare no better. Not ready to fight so many armed men, the Brothers crumple without their leader shouting orders. Some try to escape, but Yann catches up with them, flicking his blade along their backs. You watch him as your retrieve your thrown spear. You meet your captains in the middle of the huts, some of the women crying over their husbands. “We’ve done it!” Harras proclaims, raising his bloody axe. “How many did you get, Vic?” You scowl. “One. But he was a big one.” You look to the villagers, and the captain that had began battle with the Brothers. “Get your men and these villagers tended to. Then we’re going back to Archport.” “Tell your father your great victory?” Harras grins. “No. We have a septa of the Faith to deal with.” Yann trots up to you, controlling the horse as he wipes his blade clean. You can’t help but feel he’s showing off, smiling under his red moustache. “Yann, as the only person on this island who can ride a horse properly, find the other captains and tell them to convene at Archport. And bring the Sea Dragon back with you.” With a nod, the sellsword sets off.
>>4332321You give your men and the villagers to tend their wounds, put out fires, and sort the bodies. The pain the Brothers caused these, your people, makes your heart heavy. Your thoughts linger on Septa Netta and the fanatics she brought to your isle, knowing their kind was not welcome. How long had they been on Red Isle? Most of the Brothers wore dark features--were they ironborn converts? The idea disturbs you, but doesn’t linger when the ship is ready. The first taste of battle lingers in you. The adrenaline had faded, but you won’t soon forget that hulking giant, coming at you with his hammer. That moment when all became action and reaction. It felt good. Like what a reaver should feel like. You don’t dwell on it, for Archport lies around the next craggy outcrop. You’re soon ascending through the village and going over the arch. Septa Netta and her two compatriots were on their knees, Redhand guards standing over them. Your Father and Mother sat on their thrones. “...she knows us, I swear it, my lord.” Netta says as you walk in. You stride past her, taking your place beside Father. “I did all I could to help her, my lord,” she continues. “I wanted to bring healing to this isle, but I brought blood. I only hope Lady Victara stopped the bloodshed.” All eyes were suddenly on you. Mother had her hands together in worry, while Father leaned forward like a predator over prey. He did not turn to face you, but you knew who his focus was on. “Aye, we killed your fanatics. A village was attacked but not destroyed.” But you brought them here to begin with, you think to yourself. Father is silent, awaiting your decree. >Execute her and wash away this budding Faith movement. >Let her continue her work--under Redhand oversight. >Expel her from Red Isle, never to return on pain of death.
>>4331869>>4332103I'm interested in hearing why we should have Victara convert to R'hllor. It's a novel idea, and I like it, but I'd like to hear the reasoning why.
>>4332323>Execute her and wash away this budding Faith movement.Our father might be a man of compromise, but that doesn't mean we have to be. People bringing strange religions to our land will have to pay the iron price if they want to live. >>4332327In all seriousness I think we should stick to the Drowned God personally. At least to start. If we go to Essos and find some fire worshiping people who influence us, maybe.
>>4332323Expel her from Red Isle, never to return on pain of death.
>>4332323>Expel her from Red Isle, never to return on pain of death.No need to be too bloodthirsty, she did help us after all. 'you have caused enough damage to us with your zealotry, go back and we'll forget this transgression'Also question her on where she came from, if she came from her own will or sponsored by someone, whether more will come after her, whether there are others in the iron isles.
>>4332323>Execute her and wash away this budding Faith movementThe septa and her small group fired on us without warning. Her talk of peacefulness is bs. They came armed and attacked first.
>>4332354Frame it as 'answer these questions truthfully and we'll let you go, otherwise execution >:-('
>>4332323>>Expel her from Red Isle, never to return on pain of death.
>>4332354I'd still like to ask these questions first before announcing our decision, even if anons decide to execute her.
>>4332323>>Execute her and wash away this budding Faith movement.
>>4332323>Execute her and wash away this budding Faith movement. The people will want blood whether it's justified or not. They were attacked by outsiders and she's one of them. Sucks for her, but probably the best move for us.
>>4332323>Expel her from Red Isle, never to return on pain of death.No need to be cruel to someone who helped us.
>>4332323>Expel her from Red Isle, never to return on pain of death.
>>4332323>>Expel her from Red Isle, never to return on pain of death."Should your people wish to send another healer in the future, I suggest that they come with protection that is more neutral in matters of faith."
>>4332323>Execute her and wash away this budding Faith movement.>>4332327For the memes. But seriously, Rhllor is the only god whose magic has been shown to work. He listens to his followers pleas and guides them to the correct path. It might be worth considering, for now.
>>4332845Stop metagaming and praise the Drowned God you foreign ninny.
>>4333136metagames been on the brain of players since thread zero
>>4333136>>4333141Alright alright. Hail the Drowned God. What is dead may never die but rises again harder and stronger. Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.
>>4332323Fug it>Execute her and wash away this budding Faith movement.
>Expel her Netta’s words now and when you met felt genuine, despite your previous doubts. But you don’t trust her fully. “What made you think coming to our isle was a good idea, Netta?” She looked to you, brown hair streaked with silver. “Smallfolk life is hard. My whole family served House Reyne, digging out their mines and expanding their underground home. When Lord Tywin flooded Castamere, the waters drowned my husband and sons.” Her eyes were hard like an ironborn’s. “I went to the nearest sept and found refuge in the Faith. I wished only to provide the same to other smallfolk.” You glared at the woman. “The only sept I know who would bother to fund such an expedition is the Great Sept of Baelor. And the Baratheons don’t care for us.” You walked down the steps to stand above her. “Who sent you?” She looked down at your boots. “My lady, I…” You tapped your foot as she stared at it. Father barked a laugh, Netta jerking her head up. “I don’t know his name,” she said, just above a whisper. “He approached me when I was making sermons in Banefort. He wasn’t of the westerlands. Do you have any enemies, my lady?”“Hmph. Many. Anything stand out about this man?”“I tried following him. He gave me a sack of coppers, gave me some men for protection, and took ship.” That ship could’ve gone anywhere. A dead end. “So those men he gave you… Was the giant among them?”“Y-yes, he and the others were smallfolk of House Banefort. He led the Brothers astray.”Or that was the plan all along. You raise your voice, “thank you, septa. Unbind her and her companions.” The guards do as you bid, and helped them rise to their feet. You give Netta a friendly clap on the shoulder. “You have until sundown tomorrow to find passage off my island. Never come back.” The guards escort the three out. Father rises from his throne. “Exile. Interesting choice. I was thinking of killing her myself.” Mother gasps. “Osric, she’s a woman of the Faith!” “On our island where we rule,” you correct her. “She helped but she was part of it. Who’s behind it?”“Many of the green landers have reason to hate us. Subversive, or at least an attempt to.” He looks at you quizzically. “Who do you think it is?” >House Drumm, our ancient rival>House Banefort, our nearest greenland neighbor
>>4332845>>4333136>you foreign ninnyLove it. But real talk, why R'hllor's magic/faith works and not the others is a mystery that will never be solved. >>4333246>Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.>foams at mouth
>>4333975>House Drumm, our ancient rival
>>4333975>House Banefort, our nearest greenland neighbor
>>4333975>bothBut for the quest, >House Drumm, our ancient rivalAlso>“The only sept I know who would bother to fund such an expedition is the Great Sept of Baelor. And the Baratheons don’t care for us.”Isn't this still pre-rebellion? So the Targaryens are still in charge of King's Landing, and thus, the Sept of Baelor?
I hope it's House Banefort but I have a feeling it's sabatoge from >House Drum, our ancient rival
>>4333975>House Banefort, our nearest greenland neighborDrumms would send raiders than sisters.
>>4334063>>4333975Oh fuck me. I meant Targaryens, not Baratheons. I'm so used to assuming the Stags being the current royalty, jesus. My bad.
>>4333975>>House Banefort, our nearest greenland neighbor
>>4333975>House Banefort, our nearest greenland neighborOur old rival would never stoop to using sister as it would anger our God and deeply disgust other ironborn. Its just not worth it for them. Greenlanders on the other hand...
QM where art thou?
>>4333975House Drumm. No way greenlanders have the balls.
>>4336950I am here! I just finished a shitty work schedule--had a closing shift followed up by a 12 hour shift. Writing now!
>House BanefortYou think of the possible enemies your house has. None compare with the mutual enmity Redhand has with House Drumm, but likewise the greenlanders hate the ironborn as a whole. Banefort is a likely candidate and you voice this to Father. “It’d be hard for Drumm to orchestrate such a thing with the Faith, it’s true,” he speaks. “Banefort has always hated us. We helped occupy the westerlands when we were strong enough to hold the green lands. We pushed back the westermen when they retook Fair Isle, and we’ve hold onto our rock for centuries,” he walks from his throne, pacing about. “Their mines have never been plentiful. Like us they turned to the sea. I’m sure our whaling expeditions are taking wealth away from Banefort.” He stops in front of you, his cold grey eyes looking down at you.“Lord Quellon kept the islands together in peace, and helped broker the marriage between your Mother and I,” he glanced over his shoulder, smiling at Mother. “The meat of whales keeps the people fed, and the oil we get flows down to the Serry’s, lighting their fires and keeping the candles of the maesters’ Citadel burning. We’re starting to become like the greenlanders in some ways.” You wondered where his speech was going. “But hate can outweigh such obvious benefits. In days of old, this would be answered immediately, with iron and blood. But not anymore. Now the greenlanders are one whole kingdom, and if we attack with no proof or even try for a peaceful resolution, we’ll be labeled as troublemakers at best. Greyjoy would get punished for not keeping us in line,” Father moves his mouth before grunting.“House Banefort maybe behind this, but we must decide on an action. Lord Quellon’s commemorative feast will be held in five days. Pyke is only a day’s travel away. Should we take this to the Greyjoys, or investigate the Baneforts ourselves?” It would be a tight trip, but possible. More fanaticism coupled with hate might be brewing just over the water, with a noble house more than happy to aim it at House Redhand. You thought of possible ways to investigate Banefort--or you could take counsel with the Greyjoys.>Take this news to House Greyjoy>Investigate House Banefort yourself
>>4337546>Investigate House Banefort yourselfWe don't look ironborn so we can sneak into their lands and gather intel.
>>4337546>>Investigate House Banefort yourself
>>4337546If we take the 'investigate ourselves' option will we miss out on the gathering of the nobles of the Iron Islands?If yes,>Take this news to House GreyjoyIf not, >Investigate House Banefort yourself
>>4337579Good question. I'll hold off on voting until it's clarified.
>>4337546>Take this news to House Greyjoy
>>4337579>>4337613Choosing to investigate will not mean you'll miss out on the noble gathering in Pyke. However, going onto those lands announced or unannounced (and also getting in trouble if caught) will have consequences. In other words, going to investigate is the more overtly Risk and Reward choice.
>Investigate House Banefort yourselfWe chose to play as a woman in a mans world. An especially hard and unforgiving world at that. If we're going to stand out we need to make a name for ourselves
>>4337546>Investigate House Banefort yourself
>>4337640Alright, thanks for answering>Investigate House Banefort yourself
>>4337546>>Investigate House Banefort yourselfCan we get more than one update for weekends now?
>>4337640Thanks for the clarification qm>>4337546>Investigate House Banefort yourselfWe just have to not get caught
>>4337706Yes, sorry about that. Every other weekend I work two 12 hour shifts. But this weekend I have off until Tuesday!>>4337676>>4337740You are most welcome.Writing now!
>Investigate Banefort“Lord Balon wouldn’t look kindly upon us crawling to him for help, at least so early on and with no proof,” you answer Father. “If we took this to the Greyjoys, all they could then do is go to the Lannisters. And they don’t give a wit about us,” you recall Netta’s words about her family’s deaths. How Tywin Lannister drowned an entire house and made a song about it. You think, perhaps there’s more iron in his veins than gold. “We will go to Banefort.”“With a good disguise and careful steps, it can be done. I’ll be more than happy to accompany you,” Yann speaks, strolling into the chamber. “He only says that because I’m here,” Mother says, smiling her too-pleasant smile. “I can go as well. A lady from the Reach and her daughter would be much less scrutinized than her ironborn father.” “Nothing better than a father-daughter led raiding party,” Father jokes, flashing a grin. “How do you wish to approach this?” Father asks. You think for a moment, a few ideas coming to mind. >Put on disguises and infiltrate with Yann. >Go under the guise of a visit with Mother.>Be completely transparent, confront House Banefort directly.
>>4338222>Go under the guise of a visit with Mother.
>>4338222>>Put on disguises and infiltrate with Yann.
>>4338222>>Go under the guise of a visit with Mother.
>>4338222>Put on disguises and infiltrate with Yann.
>>4338222>Put on disguises and infiltrate with Yann
>>4338222>Go under the guise of a visit with Mother.why do you guys pick Yann? being received in the castle with the help of our nobility gives us better chances.
>Put on disguises and infiltrate with Yann “Yann and I will go. It will be faster than strolling in abruptly with you, Mother,” you say. You believe she’d put you in a dress if you went with her, and the thought doesn’t sit well with you. Traveling clothes or armor fit you better. “We’ll get disguises and see what we can find.” “I think taking the Sea Dragon with some trade goods would be a good way to get over there,” Father offers. “And you’ll have a few extra men around if you need it.” You nod. “That sounds good. Prepare some smallfolk clothes for Yann and I,” you look to the sellsword. “We’ll have to arm ourselves lighter than usual for this. Otherwise we won’t fit in.” “Perhaps we can pose as sellswords from Tyrosh?” Yann asks. “At least it won’t be a lie for me. We can stay armed and armored. I could get some dye in your hair.” He shrugs off the gasp from Mother. “It washes out!”“Prepare both disguises and I’ll see how well they look. We’ll leave at first light tomorrow” you say, feeling the fatigue from the day catching up to you. “May I retire for the day, Father?” He nods, and you give a quick bow before leaving.On your way through the castle, you take the long way. Even during the day Redhand Castle was dreary, just like the rest of Red Isle. You went to check on Aerion in his room. The boy was sitting at his desk, a quill slowly gliding over parchment. He was practicing his writing--you recall your time with the quill was harsh with Mother overlooking you. He seems to be grasping it faster than you. You knock on the open door, tearing the boy from his work. You meet him in the middle of the room, giving him a hug. “How was it today?” He asks, smiling at you.“I killed a man three times my height. We stopped bad men from killing our people,” you explain, omitting Netta. The boy may not understand and you didn’t want to doubt your decision--one Father let you have. He could have superseded your order, but he let it go. You were nearly there, a true heir ready to lead. “I’ll be leaving tomorrow morning.” “Was the giant a fierce fighter?” Aerion asks, his dark eyes glinting.“He was the leader of the bad men! I threw my spear and stabbed him a few more times in the belly. He had no armor, but he had a hammer as big as you!” You pat him on the head, ruffling his black hair. “I’ll tell you more about it after my trip. Would you like that?”
>>4339297“I would!” He nods. “I hope your trip goes well.” Aerion hugs you again. “I love you.”The thought of his true parentage, the question of succession, everything about the future of the Redhand line washes away with those words. You repeat them to your brother, but your questions still linger in your mind. As you lie in bed, the thoughts swirl in your head until exhaustion takes you away into slumber. The next day you break your fast with Father, Mother and Yann, and the disguises are presented to you. One is simply your ringmail armor, embellished with a few motley colored scarfs by Yann. The other are simple traveler’s cloths, a wide brim fisher’s hat with brown pants and brown jerkin. Just the right colors to fit in. Both outfits are well made, it’s just a matter of which one you want to wear. >Wear the smallfolk clothes, favoring total stealth.>Pose as a sellsword, bringing your weapons.
>>4339298>Wear the smallfolk clothes, favoring total stealth.I feel better about our chance to surprise someone with our combat skill if we're plainclothed. Who would expect dad and daughter to be deadly fighters? Plus we can confidently carry a nice staff around with our spear proficiency.
>>4339298>>Wear the smallfolk clothes, favoring total stealth.
>>4339298>Pose as a sellsword, bringing your weapons.
>>4339298>>Pose as a sellsword, bringing your weapons.I don't want to go in unarmoured
>>4339298>>Pose as a sellsword, bringing your weapons.
>>4339298>Pose as a sellsword, bringing your weapons
>>4339298>Wear the smallfolk clothes, favoring total stealthI've always wanted to try being a peasant for a day
>Pose as a sellsword “We’re going in, full gear,” you point to your ringmail and sea spears. “I don’t want to be caught without our weapons. Ready the Sea Dragon!” The Redhands move, preparing the ship and men. The servants help you put on your armor, and you instruct the sailors to replace the Redhand sail with a generic one. Mother entered your room as the servants leave you. She messes with the scarfs on your limbs.“Yann used to wear this hat back on Southshield. The ladies would always look at him, strutting like a rooster on his horse.” She places it on your head, adjusting it. “The brim should help hide you. And you can bend it up if you need better vision.”“Thank you, Mother,” you adjust it on your head, bending it up. “Between the outfit and my features, no one will think I’m ironborn.”Mother nods, “please be careful. The Brothers and the Baneforts will not take your presence kindly.” She takes the seven-pointed star from her neck and places it in your hand. “I know the Seven aren’t regarded well here… And that priest just drowned you today. But between mother and daughter, who do you believe in?” >Roleplay Vote >I believe in the Drowned God only>The Seven are not so bad
>>4340346Whatever your choice, your Mother departs, leaving you the necklace to better blend in.You’re on the Sea Dragon, a bit defanged to better blend in at the Banefort harbor, but still just as deadly. Twenty good men run the ship with you, and will be ready to help. Your First Mate Cromm handles the ship once you make landfall. An uneventful ship ride passes by, and even the rocky coasts of the westerlands are greener and friendlier than those of Red Isle. Small wonder my ancestors of old would raid these lands, you think. “My lady,” Cromm disturbs your thoughts. “I fear for this mission. You out on the field and the rest of us sittin’ on our asses. Don’t feel right to me.”You nod empathically. “I don’t like the situation at all, Cromm. But we have to see how the Brothers got over to Red Isle. If the Baneforts or any nobleman is funding them, we have to nip it in the bud. If I discover the Brothers have no superiors, then we’ll kill them and loot them for the trouble,” you mirror the grin Cromm gives you. The Sea Dragon sails into the Banefort port. The dreary harbor alone could swallow Archport--castle, village and lighthouse all. The port was flanked by large stone men in robes, hoods up, arms lost in the folds of the robes. It was the Hooded Man of House Banefort. Your ship passes the massive statues, thinking of the bountiful resources the greenlanders have to make such frivolous things. A spike of jealousy shoots through you, until you see the busy port and all the folk moving about it.When the plank was pushed out, a dock quartermaster met your ship. Cromm posed as the merchant, having iron ore and whale oil to trade. After a brief talk, the quartermaster let you by, stating you simply hired on for passage. The greenlander gives you and Yann a strange look, but let’s you pass.Yann stretches his arms as you both walk down the dock. “The number of smallfolk walking around right now could overtake Red Isle,” he says idly, looking up at the town and castle. “Tell me, how do you wish to approach this?”>Go to House Banefort and offer your service as a sellsword>Look into Faith congregations and Brothers
>I believe in the Drowned God only>Look into Faith congregations and BrothersIf House Banefort is using the faith to try and upset or usurp us and destabilize Red Isle, they're likely strong adherents to the Seven. Inquiring after the faith seems like a way to find stuff out without actually revealing ourselves.
>>4340346Also, throw our mothers pendant overboard as an offering to the true god. Not maliciously or to spite her, but to show our dedication.
>>4340346>I believe in the Drowned God onlyWe think the Seven aren't evil though and we're not actively hostile against them. >>4340348>Look into Faith congregations and Brothers
>>4340348>I believe in the Drowned God onlyKeep the pendant on us as a disguise, to fool the brothers that we're believers.>Look into Faith congregations and Brothers
>>4340348>I believe in the Drowned God only>Look into Faith congregations and Brothers
>>4340387I support this>>4340403And this
>>4340346>Drowned God or the Seven? My soul is for whichever can catch it first.I like the idea of our character being Drowned God-leaning but open-minded, not discounting her mothers faith out of hand.>>4340348>>Look into Faith congregations and Brothers
>I believe in the Drowned God >Faith congregations “Let’s work from the bottom to the top,” you nod to Yann. “Disguised as we are, we are still suspicious. I only want the Baneforts to know of our presence if we must.”“Very well, Vic,” Yann flashes a smile, knowing he can get away without proper titles. You were never fond of being called lady. Captain had a better ring to your ears. “Now we just have to find out more about the Brothers.”“The sept would be a good start.” You shrug, walking with Yann. “Perhaps our old friend Netta is there.” Yann’s face showed he thought otherwise. You change the subject. “Do all Tyroshi wear these gaudy hats?”“Only those wanting to stay fashionable. Dye and clothing colors come and go with the tides. One day all blues and greens, a fortnight later, reds and oranges.”“It must be hard being so terribly wealthy,” you scoff, glancing around the crowds who give you and Yann curious looks. You hold the seven pointed star amulet to your chest, hoping it will help. You ascend the steps to the sept, sitting alone on a small hilltop within the town’s gates, but separated. A graveyard creates the divide between sept and port town, and you are uncomfortable passing by buried corpses. They should be returned to the sea--but these are not ironborn you walk among. “Any ideas for talking with the septon?”“Let’s say we just came from the North, having worked for House Manderly. They showed us the Faith and we wish to work with more faithful,” Yann suggests.“Sounds good,” you say, knocking on the sept’s door. You think no one is there when you hear the floorboards creak within. “Hello? We wish to speak with the septon.”The door opens slightly and you see an eye poke out. “And who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?” An elderly eloquent male voice asks.“This is Kiera of Tyrosh,” Yann intervenes, motioning to you. “And I am Yann of Tyrosh.” He bows and you mirror him. “We’re sellswords looking for work. We wish to serve the Faith.”“If you wish to serve us, become knights,” the eye darts from Yann to you. “At least one of you can. I’ve dealt with enough strangers lately. Good day.” Strangers? The old man goes to close the door as you grasp your necklace.>Roll 5d6, keep the best 4 dice for Persuade (Convince) check
Rolled 3, 3, 5, 1, 3 = 15 (5d6)>>4340744
Rolled 3, 2, 2, 5, 4 = 16 (5d6)>>4340744
>>4340774Re-roll that 1, thanks to Attractive benefit. Thanks!
Rolled 1, 4, 3, 4, 2 = 14 (5d6)>>4340744
Rolled 1 (1d6)>>4340791Rerolling
Rolled 6 (1d6)>>4340774
>>4340805Can I get a hell yeah? >>4340797Can I get a hell nah?I'll be writing after my dinner!
>Persuade (Convince) Result: 15 (Success by 0 Degrees)“Wait!” You put out your hand, showing your Mother’s necklace in the other. “We are converts to the true gods,” you lie through your teeth. “We wish to help the Faith. We’ve heard of troubling tales with a group calling themselves the Brothers.” Your tone seems to soothe the septon, and he allows you to open the door. The sunlight reveals a man who has seen better days, wearing a tan robe with a simple stitch design down the middle with buttons. His black hair was beginning to bald, and his long beard had many grays mixed in. “Aye, I can assure you they are trouble,” he says, stepping back and motioning into the sept. “Not many come into the sept anymore,” he walks further in. You follow and Yann closes the door behind him. “They prefer the streetside sermons now.” “Why are they separating from your sept? They follow the Seven.” You speak. The septon sits on one of the pews and you take a seat next to him. “The Brothers believe in a new Faith Militant. Some of my younger followers told me they want to prove their worth to the Seven Kingdoms by wiping away worship of the Drowned God,” he eyes you. “Do you even know of the Drowned God, foreigner?” "I do. Dealt with ironmen before. So the Brothers want to prove themselves." You mess with the hat on your head. "Are the lords doing anything about it?""Nay, they don’t do anything about it. They’re content to let the rabble gather. It’ll start another war, I tell you. Our king was held hostage just three years ago. The men want blood.” Raid in the Stepstones, you think, but the greenlanders don’t do such things.“Do you know where the Brothers gather?”The septon looks at you curiously. “Why is a Tyroshi woman so interested in the Faith of Westeros?”You smile, a good tale coming to mind. “As you can see, I’ve the features of the Andals. I grew up in Tyrosh but I have Andal blood in me. The Seven are my gods,” you lie, hoping the Drowned God sees your intent.“I’ve nothing to pay you,” the septon begins, “but you may rest here. I’ve some beds in the back room. Even the sick don’t come to me anymore!” He throws up his hands, smiling.“Thank you, Septon…?”“Septon Jeor,” he says, shaking your extended hand. His face was wary. “Pray forgive me, I’m not used to dealing with foreigners. But to answer your question, the Brothers meet in an old tavern just about every night. They’ve practically taken it over, the bastards. It was my favorite spot. The all white robes they wear are hard to miss.” You thank Jeor for his time, and tell him you’ll be back later in the evening, taking up his offer of open bedding.
>>4341555You and Yann are walking past the graves again toward town when he speaks. “You did well. I was convinced you really were Kiera the Andal.”“Maybe I am. It’s a decent name, if a bit misleading. Victara the Andal.”“It will throw warriors off, that’s for sure.” Yann glanced at the sun hovering over the horizon. “We should get to that tavern. I’m sure the Brothers will be perched around it if we look hard enough.”And so you venture around the winding and hilly streets of Banefort. A light rain begins to fall from the sky, a purple-orange dusk. The white robes of the Brothers stand out to you near a tavern named The Winking Piper, and it has a dancing maiden you swear belongs to a greenlander house. The carving had her bare naked and you wondered why supposed holy men called this their home tavern. You glance at the Brothers watching from the patio roof as you enter.There were patrons other than the white hooded men, but not many. The Brothers were the loudest lot, drinking and singing, paying no mind to your entry. It seems like the other patrons and even the tavern keeper himself tried their best to ignore them.>Speak to the tavern keeper and see what he knows about the Brothers>Confront the Brothers, ask if they’re interested in hiring Faith following sellswords
>>4341561Shouldn't the result of the roll be 17? >Speak to the tavern keeper and see what he knows about the Brothers
>>4341561>>Speak to the tavern keeper and see what he knows about the Brothers
>>4341561>Speak to the tavern keeper and see what he knows about the Brothers>>4341581Yeah I counted 17 too
>>4341581>>4341617Are you guys only keeping the best 4 dice results? Cause I got 17 + 14 + 13 = 44. Then 44 divided by 3, rounded down to equal 14.
>>4341561>>Speak to the tavern keeper and see what he knows about the Brothers>>4341638Usually we just take the best of the three dice (17) instead of averaging them.
>>4341638Best of 3 means taking the highest roll only.
>>4341561>Confront the Brothers, ask if they’re interested in hiring Faith following sellswords
>>4341659>>4341646Bo3 does lead to very overpowered characters though.Its way enough to correct for in combats where the QM can just roll Bo3 for our opponents behind the scenes but it causes issues with static test thresholds. Like if we're trying to befriend a peasant or climb a wall and the QM thinks we should have about a 50/50 chance of success. Normally he'd be able to just check the average result of our dice pool and set that as the threshold but of we're rolling Bo3 how the hell does he know what sort of threshold is easy, moderate or hard?
>>4341751Other QMs can manage it just fine. He wanted to use BO3, I'm just correcting him. see >>4323592 If he wants he can raise the difficulty he can just add 3 more to the DC.
>>4341561>Speak to the tavern keeper and see what he knows about the Brothers
>>4341561>Speak to the tavern keeper and see what he knows about the Brothers>>4341751There's this neat little chart in the book (pic related) for setting difficulties, but obviously that's for best of 1. I'll admit, I do think best of 3 is too easy and I've considered dropping it in my own quest. Well, I already have dropped it for stuff like house fortunes and casualty rolls because of the fixed nature of those charts doesn't allow me to just raise the DC by a few, which is something I do for regular rolls. It becomes more of a problem when you start dealing with 5 or 6+ rank abilities because of how statistically unlikely it is to fail unless you're attempting some bullshit or just flat out cheating players out of their investments by artificially raising the DC to match the ability rank.
>>4341646>>4341751Sorry about that guys, it was a 17 then. I think I had a brain fart and thought we were averaging the 3 rolls instead of taking the best of the bunch. >>4341751>>4342193I am starting to keep the BO3 in mind, but also not wholesale just ramping up the difficulty just because of the BO3. Thanks you guys. Writing now!
>Speak to the tavern keeper Despite your bright colors and the strange hat adorning your head, you cross over to the bar without the Brothers stopping you. They seem too deep in their drinks. You take up a seat, and the tavern keeper’s eyes stay on the white clothed men. Knocking on the bar tears him away, and he walks to you. “What will ya have?”“Two ales,” you say, producing a few coppers for the man. You also take out a silver stag and place it down next to the coppers. “What do you know about the Brothers?”The keeper blinks at you. “I know they’re nothing but trouble. Runnin’ off all the proper septons, is what they’re doing. Bullying and intimidatin’ is how they do things. Wanna destroy the ironborn or some horse shite,” You turns his back to you, filling two mugs of ale. Yann begins to drink his but you wait. “They aren’t the best neighbors but it’s been decades since they raided. Aye, they’re different, but we’re all folk of the Realm.”“Do they give you trouble?” you ask.The keeper’s eyes shift about. “Not too much, but they’ve started making this place their own. They’ve rented out a private room in the back for a few weeks now. The ones that go in there never drink out here. They got better clothes on, and they wear bands of black against their white.” Superiors or captains, you think. And they meet here. “I see you wear the Faith star, but…” He trails off as you look up at him with your green eyes. He grunts. “Maybe they’ll accept you even if foreign born.” The keeper hooks a thumb behind him, pointing the way to the back room. A Brother stood next to the door, keeping his gaze across the tavern room. You take a few sips of the ale and elbow Yann. “Think we should go to the back room?”“I think whoever is back there knows more than these louts.” His red moustache dances as he moves his mouth. “We could either walk up there ourselves, or try and befriend these fools out here. Might let us in with familiar faces in tow.”>Walk up to the back room with just Yann>Make new friends first, then try to enter the back room with them
>>4342277>Make new friends first, then try to enter the back room with them
>>4342277>>Make new friends first, then try to enter the back room with them>>4342193I agree with no BO3 for house fortunes and casualty rolls in combat. Only the MC should get special treatment, not the whole house.
>>4342277Can we ask the innkeep about rumour we heard ... that Lord Banefort is the secret leader of the Brothers, or at least holds them in very high regard ... does he think there might be any truth to the gossip?>>Make new friends first, then try to enter the back room with them
>>4342435I will include that in the next post. Which I'll be working on right now!
>Make new friends first“We’ll introduce ourselves to them,” you take another hearty gulp of your ale. “Keeper,” you get his attention again. You and Yann are the only ones at the bar, but you glance both ways regardless. You lower to a whisper. “I’ve heard a nasty rumor… That the Baneforts are connected to the Brothers. Any truth to that?”The tavern keeper’s face stayed neutral. “I’ve only heard the same. The Baneforts have always been devout Faithful. The Brothers have been attacking septons that don’t agree with them though, and rather publicly.” He also glanced about. “If I were a betting man, I’d say they got somethin’ with the Baneforts. Our lord recently passed, and while Quenten is young, his mother rules until he comes of age. She took a new septon recently.” He leans back away from you, getting back to washing his mug.The Brothers, it seems, decided to come to you. You hear the heavy footfalls before you smell the alcohol on their breath, and you swivel to meet eyes with them. Some have white scarves around their faces, and they remind you of Dornishmen warriors.The Brother in front had nothing hiding his face. Stubble covered his strong jawline. “Never seen you here before. Where you from?” The question itself wasn’t aggressive, but his tone and the three Brothers behind him, was.You take off your hat and press it to your chest, making a half-bow in your chair. The feather tickles your face and you blow it away. “Kiera of Tyrosh. Sellsword. The sign caught my eye and thought we’d have a drink.”The Brother grunted, eying the tavern keep away. Then he glanced at Yann, whom you suspect gave him a friendly smile. One of the white clothed men spat, saying, “nothing but whores and whoremongers in Essos.”“Funny it caught your eye, Tyroshi.” The Brother smiles. “We usually got a few girls working in here, making the boys nice and warm.” You manage to keep the smirk on your face. Despite the surging want to strike the Brother. “You want to make some coin? We got it.”“I sell my sword, not my body,” you correct him coolly. “Would you be interested?”The Brother barked a laugh. “Not likely. We don’t trust outsiders.”“Do you trust fellows with the blood of Andals?” You hold up your Mother’s necklace. “I follow the Faith of the Seven. Nothing would please me more than working with the Faithful.”The Brother sniffs. “I won’t be hirin’ ya. My boss might.” He points to the door. “Hey, Camron! Let these two through.” The guard nods, knocking on the door. You hear muffled metal on metal, a latch lifting up.“Thank you, my good men,” you put on your hat and reach into your coin pouch. “A round for you, on me.” You toss the silver to the Brother.
>>4342997You leave the bar, hearing them mutter about doing other acts on you. Yann’s face has a dark cast to you, and you reach to touch his arm. “If you weren’t there, it would’ve been much worse.” Yann whispers, “I’d love to make it worse. You heard that latch from the door?”“Aye, seems like whoever’s in there is alone.” You loosen one of the scarves around your arm. “We can bound and gag them. Hold them at knife point, interrogate them.”“All lovely choices. But simply keeping our cover may be better.” You and Yann approach the door, your mind racing between the choices.>Offer your sword to sell>Interrogate the captain, binding and gagging him
>>4342999>Offer your sword to sell
>>4342999>>Offer your sword to sellDon't blow our cover unless we absolutely need to
>Offer your sword to sell
>Offer your sword to sellProud of you guys, resisting the more murder hobo route! Also Vic's character sheet attached.You nod to Camron the guard, his eyes staring you down as you enter the room. It’s a small room, more like a big booth with a small window in the back. A lone man sits at the table, quill feather twitching back and forth as he scrawls on parchment over a candle light. A learned man. Just like the tavern keep spoke, he had a trim of black about his robes. He wasn’t nearly as brawny as the Brothers outside, but he had a simple cudgel on the table and was perhaps forty. The guard shut the down behind you, leaving you and Yann staring down at this captain. He didn’t seem to notice you and you look at your companion. “Sir?”One silent finger answers you, the man taking a few moments to finish his writing. He raises his quill, rereads the words carefully before blowing them. With quill back in the pot, he looks up at you. His face contorts in curiosity. “Tyroshi? In Banefort? Hah, they’ll let anyone in now.”“Are Tyroshi not good enough for Banefort?” Yann couldn’t help but ask.“Only westermen should be more,” he curls up his nose. “What do you want? Speak forth and quickly now.” He takes the parchment and folds it into a cylinder.“I am Kiera of Tyrosh,” you say, “and this is Yann of the same. We are Faithful converts wishing to ply our trade.” You make sure to show him your amulet. The captain simply blinks, shakes his head, and begins pouring hot wax on his seal. It’s hard to see in the poor light, but you squint your eyes as he presses the seal onto the rolled parchment. >Roll 4d6 AwarenessThe captain places the letter to the side. “Now what were you saying?”Yann grunts, but you give him a short glare. “We maybe from Tyrosh but we wish to sell our swords to the Faithful, for we share devotion in the Seven.” The words sounded strange coming from your mouth.“Ah, converts!” The Brother captain perks up. “Excellent. And not so familiar faces.” He strokes his chin. “Yes, you’ll do excellent. What is your wage?”“What’s the job?” You ask, curious what a supposed holy man would want with a sellsword.
>>4343503“There’s a troublesome septa that lives outside of town. I don’t know how, but whenever we try to reach her she… vanishes.” You give him a look begging for elaboration. “She is a heretic, just that simple. She must be killed. I’ll pay you each… five silver stags.”“Seven stags.” You smile.“Six,” he leers at you.“You have yourself a deal, sir…?”“Ralf. Septon Ralf.” He conveys the location of this heretic’s hut and begs you begone. You step out into the street, the crowds diminishing alongside the dying sunlight.“Four days until the feast,” you say aloud to yourself.Yann wags a finger. “Four days and about six bells. We could make way to this heretic under cover of darkness. Or fish for some more information on these Brothers. We could question some guards. Lie and say you were beset by some fiends in white vestments and see how they react. Hm, you’d probably have to slip into your traveler outfit for that to work.” As Yann speaks, you think back to the seal wax Septon Ralf was using.>Hunt down the septa>Gather more information
Rolled 3, 6, 5, 5 = 19 (4d6)>>4343507>Gather more informationNice sheet
Rolled 3, 3, 4, 5 = 15 (4d6)>>4343507>Gather more informationWe're not here to chase ghosts or kill people. Only to gather information.
Rolled 4, 6, 3, 3 = 16 (4d6)>>4343507>Hunt down the septaEh.. I'm not above a little skullduggery. Maybe he reveals more to us if we do this. Money's good and he'll let his guard down. Greed and wealth are in our character.OP do you have an approximate portrait of our character? I have a hard time picturing her
>>4343507>>Hunt down the septaWe don't have to kill her. Perhaps she'd be willing to part with some juicy bits of information for her life.
>>4343547I imagine our current disguise looks like this
>>4343594Normal undisguised battle look. Except prettier and with less scars.
>>4343595Or something like this but with a spear. Maybe ironboi has a preference?
>>4343507>>Hunt down the septa
>>4343595This one looks 10/10 already, I'm not sure how she can get prettier.. :D
>>4343507>>Hunt down the septaHunt down the septa. I don't want to kill her, just have a little chat.Hell, if she's got enough valuable info we could tuck her away in our boat as a witness at the feast.Remember everyone, finding out what is going on is good but PROVING it is better. We need witnesses or letters or something if that nature.
>>4343618Well everyone has a preference lol. Although our hair would be quite shorter than that, being only shoulder length.
>>4343503You forgot to note that we still have 2 destiny points.
>>4343507>Hunt down the septa
>>4343512>>4343710Thank you and yes, I will add the Destiny Points. >>4343594I like this as her disguise, minus the vertical lines under her eyes. >>4343595>>4343603These ones are pretty good! I've been looking around myself but only finding more grown women. Pic related is the closest I could find to a younger one. Imagine her blonde of course.Gonna dump two more images then I'll begin writing. I have work in a few hours, so I'll post again about 2-3 AM UTC.
>>4344252The above is more aligned to what her features are. A bit slimmer, but I think that's fine cause she's young. Also pic related in this one is what I imagine her in a few years, with blonde hair of course.
>Awareness Result: 19>Hunt down the septaRalf’s seal. You saw it for just a moment, but the imprint on the wax was the Hooded Man of House Banefort. “I didn’t want to say this in the inn, but that seal the septon used. It was the Banefort sigil.”Yann furrowed his brow. “You think they’re working together?”“That or they’ve stolen it. We need one of their letters, that would be good proof,” you and your sellsword walk down toward the gates of the town. “But we can get that after we deal with the septa.”“Are we going to kill her? The septon didn’t specify to bring back her head or a finger,” Yann points out.“It would be good to bring back some sort of proof. I’d like to question her, see what she knows.” You manage to make it to the gates before they close for the night. The grassy coastlands open up, darkness blanketing the westerlands. Yann lights a torch as you walk down the path. One uneventful hour on the dusty road, and the hut was before you. It was not abandoned, and as you approach, Yann extinguishes the torch.You creep up to the hut, checking the perimeter. No sources of light came from the windows. Walking up to the front door, no lock bars your entrance. A quick look around the hut reveals a cauldron, table, chair and bed. “Let’s look around. Those brutes probably miss something,” Yann begins poking around. You notice the simple bed away from the corner, and pulling on it reveals how light the wood is. A small gap in the floorboard. You place your finger in and pull up.A trapdoor. “Of course those louts missed this. Yann, a trap door.”“Want me to go down first?”“No, I’ll go,” you take out your handaxe and climb down the ladder. Dust and grime meet you down the hole, and the passage opens up once your feet hit the ground. Yann is right behind you in the darkness. You two walk down the passage for a few moments, taking a slight turn and a light meets you at the end. A lone woman sits at a desk, holding a dagger. She gets up as you enter.
>>4344342“Stay back! I am righteous and even the Warrior will give me strength!” Her eyes go wide. “You’re not the Brothers.”“Aye, but old Ralf sent us here to kill you.” You sheathe your axe and Yann does the same. “I’d like to know why septons are arming brutes and killing other Faithful not agreeing with them.”“They want a damn holy war. A Warrior’s March, they call it. They’ve only started here in the Banefort lands, but I’m afraid it’ll spread. Wh-what is your name?” “Kiera of Tyrosh. Are the Brothers getting help from House Banefort?”The septa’s eyes move nervously about. She finally lowers the dagger. “I believe so. All this mess began once Lady Banefort replaced me with some newcomer I’ve never met.”“Who was this man?” You inquire. You wonder how a court septa lost her place.“Ormand, an ironborn name if I’ve ever heard one. Soon after nothing but Brothers clogging up the streets. I helped them at first. I’ve no love for ironborn, but I was used. I’ve been hiding here since because I know too much.”You look to Yann. Septon Ralf writing letters with the Banefort sigil. And now a septa who worked with the Brothers. Suddenly you hear the rumble of horses above you. “I’m hearing… two riders. Four if they’re two to a horse,” Yann answers your wordless question. Who could they be?“It sounds like it’s time to run or fight,” the septa speaks. “There’s a further passageway that leads to the coast,” she motions behind her. “But it’s not been used for years, it might have collapsed.”“They could be friends or foes,” Yann shrugs, taking out his dagger.>Stand and meet these newcomers>Escape with the septa
>>4344345>>Stand and meet these newcomers
>>4344345Hmm so an iron born septon replaced the court septa and starts organizing a crusade against us. I think either a very self hating man or, more likely, paid by House Drumm to stir shit up against us. Don't know why House Banefort is going along with this, though. Maybe they have a backroom deal to divvy up the spoils. Also wondering why there are other men sent here, when we were sent to kill the septa, maybe they're here to check on us if we're going with the plan.With that in mind, I propose->Write-in>Ambush - Go up the trap door and meet the newcomers, if they're brothers as suspected, point to the trapdoor and say we heard multiple noises down the trap door and may need help. They'll presumably leave one person upstairs and accompany us down below, stab them in the back. Try to keep at least one person alive to interrogate laterAll this is very presumptive of course, but my suggested course of action should they turn out to be the brothers.>Stand and meet these newcomers
>>4344345Alright, so at the very least we should be able to return to Red Isle with this woman and some of Ralf's papers with the Banefort sigil. That's good but I'd like to do better if the opportunity arises before we need to head back for the feast.If we had more men we could snatch the new septon but my instinct is that doing it now would just provide exactly the diplomatic incident the brothers and the Baneforts want.Also>Ormand, an ironborn nameInb4 the Drumms are involved as well
>>4344345>Escape with the septaOrmond, interesting. I believe bringing the septa back is enough proof for what we need. We won't find out who Ormond is unless we can find someone who worked in the castle.
>>4344345>Escape with the septa
>Meet these newcomers“We’ll take our chances with these men,” you loosen your dagger in its sheathe. “Septa, snuff out that candle and get to the furthest corner. Don’t make a sound and get out your dagger. Yann, follow my lead.”The two of you retrace your steps through the passageway. “Did you close the trapdoor?” You ask Yann.“Ah… Of course, I did.”You see light reaching down the ladder into the underground. “Yann.” You say, irritated. Well the plan to lure them further in and kill them is no good. You switch your weapon to your sea spear, and Yann unsheathes his blade and throwing knives. You’re able to stand side by side--the only thing better about your position would’ve been a shield. The light grows closer and you hear the chatter of men.Then another horse rumbles above you. “Damn, reinforcements?” You ask aloud. The sounds of battle above tell you the opposite. You hear a Brother scream as he loses his footing on the ladder, falling down. He struggles to get up and notices you and Yann standing above him. “Drag him back, we can question him.”“You going up?”“Of course!” With your spear in one hand, you ascend the ladder. Nearing the mouth of the hole, you hear heavy footsteps and the rattle of armor. Someone in plate. You slowly peer out from the trapdoor, and see a man in black armor finish off a squirming Brother. He pulls the sword free from his guts, blood chasing after it. The knight raises his torch, looks about, and his eyes lock on you, not raising his blade. “Who are you?” You ask.“Are you with Septa Jenny?” His voice comes out muffled underneath his full helm.So that was her name. “Yes. We were hired to kill her by a leader of these men… But they seemed to have changed their minds on our arrangement. We wanted to learn more about this mess.” You didn’t see a sigil on his tabard. “What is your name?”“I’m just a hedge knight. Call me Blacklion if it please you.” He wiped the blood of his blade and sheathed it. “Is Jenny all right?”“Yes, we got to her before the Brothers arrived.” You smile. “Saved me and my friend a lot of trouble killing those fools.”Blacklion didn’t react to your comment. “Bring Jenny up. I can’t fit down that hole.”“Right. We’re going to question this Brother and we’ll be back.” You descend once again, this time met by Yann, Septa Jenny, and their new prisoner. The scarves Yann kept on him came in handy from time to time. They make perfect impromptu bonds.
>>4345213“We are the righteous! Foreigners, heretics!” He shouted at the two. You already see this taking a long time. And time is not what you have.“Do you work for House Banefort?” You ask, and he jerks his head at you, leering.He spits at your feet. “Everyone here works for Banefort, bitch! The Warrior will strike you down, and the rest of you!” This man is already annoying. Bring a thug and a fanatic together and this is what you get.>Insert one question you’d like to ask.With that, I’m off to bed. I’ll see you guys about 9pm UTC.
>>4345214Tell us about your leader. Who is he and where did he come from?
>>4345214What did the fox say?
>>4345214>Tell us about your leader. Who is he and where did he come from?Seconding
>>4345214Ask about their leader and who funds/equips them
>>4345214>Insert one question you’d like to ask."What color is your heart?"
>>4345264REE REE REE REE REE REE REE REE REE REE REE REE REEYou sigh, shaking your head. “You’re only alive because we want answers. We don’t get any answers, and you die.” Your ultimatum does little to deter him. He goes on, ranting about how they will be destroyed by the Brothers. You point your dagger at his neck and that makes him stop. “There. Violence is the only language you speak, I suppose.” Yann holds the light and his sword ready. “Jenny, your friend the Blacklion is here.” She nods and walks to the ladder. Yann stops her with his sword.“Our superiors would love to hear what you have to say about the Brothers,” Yann says. “Stay with us a moment, my good septa.” With a huff, Jenny stays put.You tap the flat of the blade against the Brother’s neck. “Who do you report to? The single person?”“Kill me, foreigner, and more will come to wash you away in your own blood.”“Not before you see your own blood cover your chest.” You tap the side of his cheek and smile. “Is it Septon Ralf?” He stays silent at the name. “Well that’s something different. But I want answers from your mouth, not your looks.” You point the dagger at his heart. “What color is your heart?”His eyes widen. You cut through his cloth, a nice rip right above his breast. “You’ll be able to tell me in a moment once I carve it out.” You give him a quick, shallow slash and he grunts. “Who is your leader?”“R-Ralf, like you said! He reports to someone else. Passes letters to Banefort guards. They turn a blind eye to what we do.” You smile.“Any ideas where he gets the money? Your equipment?”The Brother shook his head. “We help unload a ship full of things every fortnight. I dunno where it comes from.” You stand and look to Yann and Jenny. “House Banefort is definitely involved. We just need proof of the connection between them and the Brothers.”Jenny clears her throat. “Ralf would be a good start.”“But what are we going to do with him?” Yann motions to the bound Brother. “I think he knows less than Jenny here.”>Kill him>Take him with you>Set him free>But wait there’s more! Plan going forward...>Get proof from Ralf>Investigate Banefort castle and Ormand>Return to Red Isle
>>4346512>Talk to Jenny and the "Blacklion" first. >Kill him
>>4346512>>4346542After that>Get proof from RalfTalk to the Blacklion about why he was here, why the brothers were here (given we were already here to kill the septa). Find some way to convince Ralf that we killed the septa and get that money and his confidence. Etc etc.
>>4346512>Talk to Jenny and the "Blacklion" first.>Kill him>Return to Red Isle
>>4346512>Talk to Jenny and the "Blacklion" first.>Kill him>Get proof from RalfTry to keep Ralf alive so we can kidnap him back to our island as proof.
>>4346512>>Kill him>Get Proof from RalfThose papers that bear House Banefort's sigil are likely our best bet
>>4346512>Kill him>Get proof from Ralf
>>4346636>>4347319>>4347484>>4346549I'm happy to 'get proof from Ralf' but only if we try to do it by stealing some letters or the like, not by kidnapping or killing the man. Murdering a Septon on foreign soil will just give our rivals exactly the casus belli they're looking for.
>>4347542That's okay. We can decide how to approach this when we get to it.
>Kill him>Talk to Jenny and Blacklion>Get Proof from RalfYou nod at Yann’s words. Standing above the Brother, you slice the man’s throat. Jenny gasps. He chokes and slumps over in his bonds. “Let’s get out of here,” you say, wiping off your blade on the Brother’s sleeve.The knight Blacklion was entering the hut as you climb out. “Jenny! I’m glad you are unharmed,” Blacklion speaks from his helm. “Thank you, friends.”“How do you two know each other?” You ask.Jenny steps forward. “He is a knight sworn to Banefort.”Blacklion nods. “They don’t know I’m working against them. They were wrong to expel Septa Jenny. Her replacement, Ormand, is a vile man who corrupts Lady Banefort.”Yann scratches his beard. “What I don’t understand is why Ralf sent us here and then sent men after us.”“Ralf was always a greedy sort,” Jenny sighs. “Before all this mess as well. Ormand made his avarice grow. He wanted the deed done but didn’t want to pay for it.”Yann chuckles. “Well, that’s not very nice. Not used to dealing with sellswords, that’s for sure.”“But what of you, Ser Blacklion?” You turn your attention to the knight. “Awfully good timing. Were you in the Winking Piper Inn when we were there?” Blacklion clears his throat. “Yes. I was looking for where the Septa was hiding. After seeing you and your friend go in and out of that back room, I believed Ralf hired you.”You give him a look. “Take off your helm, ser. It would set my suspicions at ease.”The knight grunted and turned to Jenny. She nodded, and the man removed his helmet. Short blonde hair and a clean shaven face met you. “I am a simple hedge knight, lady…?”“Kiera of Tyrosh. Sellsword.” You wonder how long you can keep your cover up. “We’re working against the Brothers. The lord is needing proof of their connection to Banefort. Both of you will be protected, guest rights and all.”“Where shall we go?” Blacklion asks, putting his helm back on.“There’s a ship in Banefort harbor. It’s called the Sea Dragon. Tell the men there you’re friends with Yann and I.”“We’ll take the horses back to town. Ralf will get suspicious when these men don’t return. What do you intend to do with Ralf?”“We have to get that seal and any letters,” you answer the Blacklion. “With that proof we’ll have all we need.”
>>4347776“Sounds like a plan!” Yann says, walking out the door. You mount up on the horses outside. You ride under the moonlight. The gates of Banefort were closed before you. After getting the gatekeeper, the porthole is opened to you. The horses slow to a canter in the town, despite the lack of crowds.“Take the septa to the ship. Meet us back at the Winking Piper, Blacklion,” you say. “Wait,” the septa holds out her hand. She hands over her dagger and you notice it has a seven pointed star on its hilt. “I wouldn’t part with this dagger normally. Ralf should recognize it. Our teacher gave it to me.”You thank her. Blacklion and the septa split off, and you and Yann approach the inn. You swing by the backside of the inn, and you see candlelight in the window of Ralf’s room.The inn only had one Brother on the patio above, and one at the door. “So we’re getting Ralf’s seal and letters. What about Ralf himself? What’s our plan?”>Go in, acting like you’re returning for payment. Have Yann cause a distraction, drawing Ralf away.>Scout out the inn and wait out Ralf. Take him when he leaves. >Something else
>>4347777>>Go in, acting like you’re returning for payment. Have Yann cause a distraction, drawing Ralf away.
>>4347777I'm getting a feeling that trying to take him inside the inn will cause a large fight. But outside the inn may draw the guards. Tough choice. >Go in, acting like you’re returning for payment. Have Yann cause a distraction, drawing Ralf away.Take the money first, try to get some more information out of him, ask him for further contracts to see his plans, before that distraction. Ideally we want him alive. Any ideas on how to use the Blacklion here?
>>4347847We don't need to 'take him' at all, we just need to snatch the papers (the seal too if we can) off his desk while he's distracted and skedaddle.
>>4347777>Go in, acting like you’re returning for payment. Have Yann cause a distraction, drawing Ralf away
>>4347777>Go in, acting like you’re returning for payment. Have Yann cause a distraction, drawing Ralf away.
>>4347777>Go in, acting like you’re returning for payment. Have Yann cause a distraction, drawing Ralf away.If we're gonna steal some papers then make sure to take the coins as well to make it look like a common burglary.
>Go in, acting and distractingYou tell Yann of your plan. You both dismount and enter the tavern. Yann veers off, speaking with the keeper. A glance around tells you there are not as many Brothers here as there were earlier. Perhaps some of the men who were keen on taking you back to their rooms were in the group at the hut. Good riddance, you think. Your ironborn blood tells you, “it’s good that they’re dead. More will follow.”Yann climbs up the steps as you stand in front of the door guard. Recognizing you, he lets you in. Ralf is sitting there, once again scrawling on parchments. Not every guard captain in Banefort can read, you think. Are they going to nobles or other septs? Why isn’t Ormand doing this himself from Castle Banefort? Ralf blinks up at you, finished with his work. You see a nice pile of letters next to him, the Banefort seal from earlier, and a coin pouch on the bench he’s sitting on.Ralf clears his throat. “You’re back. I guess you sellswords don’t mess around.”You nod. “Your words are true. I know you didn’t ask for proof, but this dagger looked unique,” you place Jenny’s weapon on his desk and smile. “Twelve silver stags, please.”“Yes, yes, you’ve uhh earned it,” he stumbles, reaching into his coin pouch. As he goes to place it at the edge of the desk, you hear a ruckus. A great weight along with its accompanying sound lands in the tavern.“Septon Ralf, Septon Ralf!” You hear a voice cry. The septon huffs, stalking out of the room. You simply move aside and you’re alone in the room. You swipe the seal, the letters, and the coin pouch. The small hand sack, luckily, has a few coppers resting on the top. You throw them at the small window, breaking it and leaving coins out on the street. You sprinkle two more on the bench. Looks like a cat burglar came in, all right, you think to yourself. You leave the septon’s private room and step into chaos.Patrons and the handful of Brothers present are running about the tavern. A drunken lout lays on his back, unconscious, with a broken table beneath him. Smoke is gathering along the ceiling--you spot a fire digging down from the second floor and spreading. People are running from the fire from upstairs, and Brothers with pails of water are struggling to get past them. Ralf is there in the center, trying to direct everything. You jog up to him, taking him by the arm. “It’s not safe here!” On cue, a board from above falls nearby. “We have to get out of here!”“My things!” He says, looking to the door.
>>4349092“There’s no time!” You squeeze his arm, dragging the older man outside with you. More commotion in the night air. Banefort guards are coming to, trying to contain the fire and the panic. You try to find Yann in the growing crowd, but you miss him. You melt away in the gathering of people, and take a roundabout route to the Sea Dragon. Yann and the Blacklion are already waiting for you at the docks.Yann claps. “How did you like that?”“What did you do?”The sellsword smiles. “Bought a bottle of hooch, tore off one of me scarves, and lit the alcohol with a candle in the hallway upstairs. Once it was nice and aflame, I tossed a drunken bugger off the railing. I even hit a table! After that, I waited for the Brother on the patio to come in, and I made my escape that way.”Blacklion sighs. “I hope no one gets truly injured and the inn is repaired.”“Aye, they’ll be fine,” you say, taking out the letters and Banefort seal. “We have all these. Hopefully there will be something good in these letters.”“You didn’t check them?” Blacklion asks.“Didn’t have time. But I made it look like a burglar came in and swiped everything.” You give the knight a look. “I’m intending to take Jenny with me. Are you coming along?”He shrugs. “As I’ve betrayed the house I’m sworn to… Yes, I shall accompany you.” The three of you board the Sea Dragon, seeing your ironborn circling the septa.“This is an outrage!” Jenny cries. “I know what men throwing axes at each other like lunatics mean! There’s ironborn on this gods-forsaken ship!” She spots you walk aboard. “You! Are you really from Tyrosh, fair haired Andal girl? Why would anyone let ironborn sail with them?”The time had come.>Commit to the lie. Yes you do have ironborn on your ship, but this is a sellswords’ ship working for House Lannister.>Tell the truth. You are Victara Redhand, and the Brothers first moved against your people. This was your investigation.
>>4349094>Tell the truth. You are Victara Redhand, and the Brothers first moved against your people. This was your investigation.Sorry not sorry
>>4349094>>Tell the truth. You are Victara Redhand, and the Brothers first moved against your people. This was your investigation.
>>4349094>Tell the truth. You are Victara Redhand, and the Brothers first moved against your people. This was your investigation."Don't worry septa. You won't be harmed, unless you choose to cause trouble."
>>4349094>Tell the truth. You are Victara Redhand, and the Brothers first moved against your people. This was your investigation.
>>4349094>>Tell the truth. You are Victara Redhand, and the Brothers first moved against your people. This was your investigation."Calm down Jenny. It's not like I'm kidnapping you and making you my salt wife.
>>4349595>"Calm down Jenny. It's not like I'm kidnapping you and making you my salt wife.">That comes later
>>4350166Hah. Wonder if we can keep salt husbands or boytoys like Asha.
Thanks for the votes everyone! I'll consider voting closed as of now.I started writing my next post sequence, but I've been noticing my quality here recently has felt less than I'd like it to be. So I'm gonna take a bit more time with this one--plus I just finished an evening shift and going into a 12 hour shift tomorrow. So yay. I'll have the post up tomorrow around this time. See you guys then!
>>4350794That's okay. Quality > quantity. Good luck qm
>>4350794See you soon then ironboi
>Tell the truthYou sigh, taking off your hat and removing your Mother’s necklace. “Aye, you’ve found me out, septa. Pull up the plank!” You order the men. They do as bid, and you continue, “my name is Victara Redhand, heir to House Redhand on Red Isle.”Jenny’s eyes look to nearly pop out of her head. “You’re ironborn?”You nod and your tone becomes sharp. “Aye, and the Brothers attacked us a day ago. I suspect they had been there even longer, building up a following. We stopped them and followed the trail here. Does it matter that we’re ironborn?” “Ready to cast off, captain?” Cromm walks up and asks. You nod and wave him away. By this time, Blacklion was standing next to Jenny.“Our people have fought for centuries,” the knight points out. “That’s why the Brothers want you gone.”“And that mindset starts unnecessary wars.” You’ve always felt this would happen when dealing with greenlanders. “My mother is Lia Serry, a noblewoman from the Reach. As you know, her Andal blood is strong in me. But I have iron and salt in my veins as well. My father has been pushing for trade with the rest of the Seven Kingdoms. I know he is mocked by those who follow the Old Way but he is strong and I wish to continue his path,” you look into the septa’s eyes. “You are both safe in my hands and my family’s castle. We must report what you’ve learned to House Greyjoy.”“I don’t look forward to this,” Blacklion sighs. “But so be it. You’ve given us your guarantee of safety and I am content. Septa?”She shakes her head. “If this is the path to rid of the Brothers, then I shall follow it. The Faith always leads to those who need the Faithful.”“Don’t worry,” Yann grins wide, “you won’t be turned into a salt wife.” Her face turns red, not in embarrassment, but rage. Yann laughs aloud and you find yourself chuckling. “Tis only a jest, good lady!” He points a finger at the hedge knight. “I’m sure you’ll want to take that armor off, ser. Would you like my help?”“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a squire. Please.” The two men go below decks. The night wind is soothing across your skin, leaving Banefort behind. You guess it to be the hour of the rat or wolf--well past midnight. All of this, done in half a day. Father will be surprised how fast you return home. You leave Cromm to captain the ship and retire for the evening. Sleep came fast and awakening faster than you’d like. You hear the men readying to make port, and you rise, helping them. Your little rock of an island lays before you, craggy, grim, with dashes of green grass for the goats. You love your island. Even when your whaling crew brings in a fresh catch, as they have now. Septa Jenny is new to the smell and she heaves over the railing, the men getting a good laugh.
>>4352678After ensuring her well-being, you, Yann, Blacklion and the septa ascend through Archport to Redhand Castle. The guards recognize you through your Tyroshi attire, and you are in the hall. Mother and Father were not on their thrones, it was a few bells into the afternoon, and the morning’s tidings and decrees were finished long ago. The four of you simply wait for them to return. It’s not a long wait. Osric and his guards come through the door. “Victara! Yann!” He says, smiling. “You were gone a day. What have you found?”“These two are witnesses to the Brothers’ connection to House Banefort,” you walk up to Father, handing over the handful of letters and the seal. “A septon Jenny here worked with was making letters. Orders.”Osric takes the letters and glances through them. He starts grumbling out the words as he reads them, “...need more weapons within a fortnight… Seek out fresh recruits from further abroad…” He exhales sharply from his nose. “Netta reported back a failure. The converts and bodyguards would not allow her to truly turn Red Isle against House Redhand. Must examine the situation again. Redirected Netta to recruiting in the westerlands.”He lowers the paper and stares at you. “I knew we should’ve killed that bitch.” He sighs, frustrated. “No matter. They’re connected to Banefort. And you traveled all the way here to prove it?” He looks to Blacklion and Jenny, who nod. “Very good. And we don’t know to whom these letters are sent?” You shake your head. “Shame that. But this is enough evidence for the Greyjoys. They’ll have to speak with the Lannisters, and possibly the king,” Father wrinkles his nose up. “King Aerys is not the best, but perhaps Prince Rhaegar will get involved. But thats wishful thinking,” he folds the parchment. “You deserve some rest. We must prepare for the feast, and I must send a messenger to Pyke about all this. I don’t want to bring this up during the feast, but I’m sure Lord Balon will agree to see us about this issue.”-15/01/280--3 Days after returning home Day/month/year. I’ll be using the real world calendar since there isn’t one in-universe.The days between returning home and leaving for the feast are filled with rest and preparation. Mother and Father get all the details from Blacklion and Jenny. Nothing more is discovered from the letters, although Jenny points out they are probably meant for Ormand. Reports from on the field. The two visitors are given full hospitality, and although Jenny chafes, they are comfortable and in good spirits.
>>4352683You think back on a conversation you had with Aerion. “Sister,” he said, and you knew it was serious because he never called you that. “Do you… Know my mother?”It was the first time he had asked about his parentage. “I don’t know her. But all I know is that you’re my brother, and I don’t need to know anything else.”“What if she’s important? Why won’t Father talk about her to me?”“He’ll tell you when you’re ready. He doesn’t intend to never tell you.”His lower lip curled and quivered, a sign when he was truly upset. “Lia is nice, but… But I know she hates me. I’m somehow a bad mark on Father!” He wasn’t off from the truth. You had hugged and consoled him, but this was a bastard’s life. You still can’t figure out why Father would break his marriage vow by sleeping with another woman. And then bringing the bastard to live with him. That cold logic hurt your heart. You couldn’t imagine home without Aerion there.You thought of all this as you stared at Father’s ship, sailing alongside the Sea Dragon. Two ships and a few men to sail them and make merry at the feast. You left Aerion with Mother, and brought the septa, hedge knight, and sellsword with you. Your men were chatting about the festivities and reminiscing about Lord Quellon Greyjoy.The sun was dropping to the horizon as you arrived in Lordsport. It was the best harbor the entire isle of Pyke had, and a few hours ride awaited you to get to Castle Pyke. Father and his men were already docked. “Tell me, daughter. Your greenlanders look tired.” The septa was not used to sea travel, it was true. Her heaving and refusal of food did not do her any good. Blacklion seemed tense, ready to pounce on anything suspicious. Even out of his armor he was an imposing figure. But you see the fatigue on his face. “I can ride ahead, while you and the others rest. Or you can say tough shite,” Father smiles.>Rest in Lordsport. The town is lively. You and Yann can get into some trouble.>Ride on to Castle Pyke. The Greyjoys need the testimonies as soon as possible.
>>4352684>Rest in Lordsport. The town is lively. You and Yann can get into some trouble.Damn, we really got played by that Septa Netta, huh? So much for being merciful. I'll go back and reread her parts.
>>4352684>>Ride on to Castle Pyke. The Greyjoys need the testimonies as soon as possible.
Reading previous posts, this may have been something important that we missed before the fight with the Brothers on Red Isle ->They had satchels on them, and you see now a long track in the sand, leading to a small chest they dragged with them. They must have heard your arrival.We never investigated that chest (not that we were presented an option to do that)
>>4352684BAMBOOZLED>>Rest in Lordsport. The town is lively. You and Yann can get into some trouble.
>>4352684>Rest in Lordsport. The town is lively. You and Yann can get into some trouble
>>4352684>Rest in Lordsport. The town is lively. You and Yann can get into some trouble.
>>4352684>>Rest in Lordsport. The town is lively. You and Yann can get into some trouble.
>>4352684>Ride on to Castle Pyke. The Greyjoys need the testimonies as soon as possible.
>Rest in Lordsport.After a moment’s consideration, you turn to Father. “Go ahead and ride on. We’ll meet with you tomorrow morning.”“Aye,” Father smiles. “Don’t go too hard. Nothin’ but ironborn fighters around here. I reckon there hasn’t been such a gathering as great as this since… The War of the Ninepenny Kings,” his smile fades. “You recall that from your lessons?”“Lord Quellon led our forces against Maelys Blackfyre, fighting alongside the rest of the Realm’s armies,” you answer.“And what Redhand led our fleet?”You furrow your brow. “Your father, Victarion.”“Aye, your name sake. He was called the Drummbreaker for all the Drumms he killed in our feuding.” Father looks down on the rough stone gravel that served as the road in Lordsport. “When Lord Quellon ascended to Lord Reaper, he put an end to our fighting. He was a wise man, and I learned from him and my father. Many gathered here want to follow the Old Way, and terrorize Westeros. But the dragons have done good by us.” He shakes his head. “I’ll leave you to it. Farewell, Victara.”“Goodbye, Father!” You nod to him, as his retinue gathers and heads to the stable for horses. Your three compatriots and first mate Cromm walk to you.“What are your orders, Captain?” Cromm questions.“Have the men drink and make merry,” you begin. “But do not shed blood. Unless it’s the finger dance. There’s a lot of ironborn here. Try to avoid any Drumms if you can.” Cromm nods and leaves to convey the order.Blacklion huffs. “Are we not riding to Pyke?”“Have you seen Miss Septa Jenny?” Yann asks. “Not only is she old, but sickly from sailing. She has to rest.”The hedge knight glances between Jenny and the road to Pyke. “That she does. Shall I get us an inn room?” “There are maybe two lodges here in Lordsport and I’m sure they’re full to bursting,” you say. The thought of sleeping on the Sea Dragon when there was a chance of a bed is tempting. “But if you find one,” you throw a small bag of coins to Blacklion. “Make sure you get a hardy meal.”“What of you?” “We’ll manage to find you,” Yann says, the two greenlanders departing. “Tell me, Victara. Do you trust the hedge knight?”>I trust Blacklion>I think he’s hiding something
>>4353656The two of you enter the nearest drinking hole. It was invaded by ironborn--banners haphazardly hanging about the outer wall. You spot the leviathan of House Volmark, the nine-headed serpent of House Saltcliffe, House Greyjoy’s golden kraken, and a few scythes for the branches of House Harlaw. And then there’s the white skeleton hand of House Drumm. Your traveling gear came with a sigil pin for your cloak, and at your hilt was the red gauntlet. Father wears his for such occasions, but you decided to have yours by your side. You and Yann enter the tavern, and it’s full to the brim. Ironborn lords fill the tables, only having two or three guards each. Mostly men, except the waitresses and wenches. Merriment was in the air. “Another round for the late Lord Quellon!” A young man standing atop a table shouts, and everyone cheers. He has a roguish look about him, wearing a yellow and black jerkin. He looked about your age and had a glint in his dark eyes. Around you, you saw tables of drinking, and knife dancing. The latter had men put down their hands, fingers splayed out, and quickly stabbing the knife down, hopping in between fingers. Coppers and silvers were placed on the table in between contestants, and the last man standing without a wound won the pot.“This looks fun,” Yann says, walking past you. “Where shall we begin?”>Drinking>Knife Dancing>Talk to the man in the black and yellow jerkin
>>4353660>I think he’s hiding something>Talk to the man in the black and yellow jerkinBlack and yellow. Greyjoy?
>>4353656>I think he’s hiding something>>4353660>Talk to the man in the black and yellow jerkin
>>4353660>I think he’s hiding something>Talk to the man in the black and yellow jerkinInb4 MC has sex with Euron on her first night here
>>4353660>>I think he’s hiding something>>Talk to the man in the black and yellow jerkin
>>4353656>I trust Blacklion>Talk to the man in the black and yellow jerkin
>>4353660>I think he’s hiding something>Talk to the man in the black and yellow jerkin
>>4353827>Euron "The Meme's Eye" GreyjoyThanks for the votes everyone, writing now!
>I think he’s hiding something>Talk to the man in the jerkinYour words on Blacklion still linger in your head. Your distrust of the knight, and his perfect timing at Jenny’s hut, still puts you off. A sworn sword of Banefort, but not sworn enough to leave them behind. Granted, they are in the midst of creating a holy war. You wouldn’t stick around. But you can’t help but feel that there’s something more to the man.You motion to the man who just bought a round of drinks. “He seems to be the pack leader.”Yann laughs. “We’re not in the north. We’re dealing with sea monsters here!” The two of you walk to the man’s table, snaking around the other patrons. The man’s table was not filled, he only had two other compatriots with him, a Volmark and a Drumm, judging by their sigils and color of their attire. The man who gave a round to everyone had dark yet striking blue eyes and a mop of black hair. You guessed they were all heirs, much like you.“Victara fucking Redhand!” The man with blue eyes grinned. “You probably don’t recognize me. Maron Greyjoy.” By the depths of the Drowned God. You couldn’t believe this was the same sniveling, snot-ridden boy you had played with when you came to Pyke as a child.“My lord! It’s good to see you.” You make a bow and Yann follows. “I’d expect you to be at the castle with your lord father.”Maron waves his hand dismissively. “My father has Rodrik and my mother to help him with that. Besides, the feast doesn’t officially begin until tomorrow!” He pats the table. “Sit, dine, eat with us, Vic! Wench,” the passing waitress receives a slap on the bum from Maron, “get the lady some ale and meat.”You take a seat, Yann standing behind you. The Drumm, a lass about your age with a mane of red hair, scowls at you. “What would Father think,” she speaks aloud, “if I shared a table with a fucking Redhand?”“Come now, Rhia,” Maron says. “We’re here to celebrate the life of my grandsire! He helped bring peace between Drumm and Redhand.”“Aye, that he did,” Rhia nods over her mug, “but not before her grandsire nearly snuffed out my family.” The woman was truly making the atmosphere tense. You shake your head. “Feuds are so tiresome. Especially when you supposedly inherit them. Or they’re thrust upon you by someone you’ve never met.” You lock eyes with Rhia. She had the cold sea in her eyes. “I am Victara Redhand, and I bear you no ill will, Rhia Drumm.”Your earnest words don’t seem to faze her. She does relax in the chair though, so that’s something. “A nice melee with you later would do me good.”The wench places a plate of lamb’s meat and ale before you. Something that wasn’t fish. You take your time with the meal, though you’d love to truly eat with wild abandon. You are in front of nobility.
>>4354032“So, Maron,” the Volmark lad speaks. A plain looking lad with dark features, again about your age. “I’ve heard a rumor. Is there really a Targaryen here?” Maron smiles and laughs at the man.“Well, Martyn, I say that you and everyone will have to wait until tomorrow,” Maron answers cryptically, smiling.“So there is a Targaryen here,” you state. “It really only comes down to two, and I doubt Aerys is coming out to pay respects to a Greyjoy. So that leaves Rhaegar.” You had only heard about the beauty and chivalry that was Rhaegar Targaryen. How strong and noble he was. Part of you doubts it’s all true. You recall that Aegon the Unworthy started off handsome, charismatic, and strong--then he became an obese hedonist.Maron sits back in his chair, shrugging. “My lips are sealed.” He slaps the table. “But let’s play a game, shall we? I’d hate to order you all to enjoy yourselves with me.” He grins. “Ever played two truths and a falsehood?”Rhia rolls her eyes. “By god, you do so love this game. Getting two women tipsy and learning their secrets?” She shakes her head.“Sounds like a good game to me,” Martyn smiles, lifting his mug.“I’ll start! If you pick the lie, I drink. If you pick a truth, you drink.” Maron motions to you. “You get to answer. Let’s see… I’ve been to King’s Landing. I’ve reaved in the Stepstones...” He scratches his cheek lazily. “I’ve killed a man playing the finger dance. Which one, Vic?”>Visited King’s Landing is a lie>Reaved in the Stepstones is a lie>Killed a man in finger dance is a lieI got another 12 hour shift tomorrow, so I'll be back about 2-3 AM UTC tomorrow. Have a good day/night, guys!
>>4354036>Visited King’s Landing is a lieWell this one's tricky. Any of the three might be the lie.
>>4354036Can we make Awareness check to try and knock off one of the wrong answers?
>>4354036>Killed a man in finger dance is a lie
>>4354036>Visited King’s Landing is a lie>FFM threesome with a Greyjoy and a Drumm
>>4354036>>Visited King’s Landing is a lie
>>4354036>Reaved in the Stepstones is a lie
>>4354036>Reaved in the Stepstones is a lieI also think we should do Awareness checks for the next lie. Maybe Cunning?
>>4354036>Visited King’s Landing is a lieHonestly we're just guessing here
>>4354036>Killed a man in finger dance is a lieAwareness would help here but probably not enough to tell exactly which.
>>4354036>Killed a man in finger dance is a lieWe're losing our maidenhood tonight if we haven't already.
>>4354093>>4354621I'll include an Awareness in the next one, to help narrow it down. >>4355462And hey, it's not like we're drinking alcohol while the parents are a few hours horse ride away... Speaking of, segways are hard. I'd like to remind everyone that *drum roll* Alcohol is a poison! The rules are on page 135 in the A Game of Thrones edition of ASOIAF rulebook. Basically we can drink 3 servings of ale to get tipsy/feeling good but still functional. How many servings we can have is determined by our Endurance, which is 3. Any above that imposes a -1D per degree when the poison "attacks" the PC's Endurance rank times 4. Now with that in mind... Writing now!
>>4355577>segwayBruh I thought you were a ln English major...
Some music! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r16GdN3I--0 >Visited King’s LandingYou let out a short chuckle. “You’ve never been to King’s Landing. Our kind aren’t really welcome.” Martyn and Rhia looked to Maron. He sits still for a second. Then he lifted his mug… and points at you. You squint and down your ale, taking half a dozen mouthfuls before finishing. It was good, despite the burn down your throat. “Which was the lie?”“That’s not how the game works.” Maron shrugs.“Bullshit, Greyjoy,” Rhia glares at him. “Just tell us.”“Fine, fine. I’ve never reaved in the Stepstones. And since you’re so insistent… Let Martyn pick a lie out of you!”The wench refilled your mug and placed the jug on the table. “Hmm,” Rhia ponders. “I’ve killed a man with a rock. I’ve killed a man with Red Rain,” she places the Valyrian sword, sheathed, on the table. “And I’ve killed maidenheads with my looks,” she grins, full of herself. Martyn strokes his chin stubble. “So you’ve killed someone before. And you might have a cock, which would explain much.” He smiles at Rhia’s anger. “I’ll say the Red Rain is a lie. Your father just gave it to you.” Rhia grunts and downs her ale, refilling it and taking away Red Rain. The fabled Valyrian steel sword dazzles you, the hilt shined to perfection and the red ruby on the pommel reflected like a bloody star. “All right, Vic. Put me on the spot,” Maron says, sipping his drink. “What can you concoct on the spot?”You think for a moment, looking up at the hanging chandelier that dominated the drink house. “My father once took me to Tyrosh to trade our whale oil… I got stranded on a fishing boat in the middle of the sea for two days… And I’ve dyed my hair green.”>Need a Deception roll, 3d6. I’ll take the best of three rolls.>Vote on which one is the lie!>Visited Tyrosh>Stranded on a fishing boat>Dyed my hair green
Rolled 4, 2, 5 = 11 (3d6)>>4355631>stranded on a fishing boatBtw Rhia has Red Rain, does this mean she is also her father's heir? Also she has killed maidenheads with her looks... Could this centuries long dispute between House Drumm and House Redhand be solved with a bit of yuri?! :D
Rolled 2, 6, 4 = 12 (3d6)>>4355631>Stranded on a fishing boatWhy does her father give her red rain? Seems too valuable for a young girl.
Rolled 2, 4, 1 = 7 (3d6)>>4355631>Dyed my hair green
>>4355631>Stranded on a fishing boat
Rolled 3, 4, 5 = 12 (3d6)>>4355631>Stranded on a fishing boat
>>4356032Lol. I went to bed and forgot I voted already the next morning. Sorry, disregard the second vote.
>>4355631>>Stranded on a fishing boat
>>4355631>Dyed my hair green
>>4355631>Stranded on a fishing boatthere's no way this won't end in lewds on way or another
>>4356032Bruh. The odds on those rolls.>>4355644Never underestimate the power of the dark side (yuri)Stranded on a fishing boat wins!>Thus the other two are true>Victara has dyed her hair green>Victara is a closet alt/goth girl>Everyone keeps saying things are gonna get lewd>Our child, what are you doing to our child?Writing now!
>Stranded on a fishing boat for two days>Deception Result: 12 vs. Maron’s Awareness Result 19 Jesus. Failure by 2 degrees Maron shakes his head. “Flanking the lie between two truths? Oldest trick in the book. You’ve been stuck on a boat for two days.” You take another string of gulps, drinking the ale mug until it’s empty. You were beginning to feel it. A warm, pleasant sensation. “I’m sure in Tyrosh you fit right in when you had your green hair.”“It wasn’t that good looking.”“Her blonde hair clashed with it too much,” Yann chimes in. The three ironborn nobles give him a look but stay silent.“Your turn, Volmark. You need to drink,” Rhia leans in. “Give me your three.”“Lessee… I worship the Seven. I’ve been to a tourney in the westerlands. And my father taught me swordplay.” Rhia scoffs at the last statement. Twisting it into something lewd, you’re sure. “You don’t worship the fuckin’ Seven, Volmark. Your father would skin you, since you’re not the firstborn.”“Thanks for that, Drumm,” Martyn says glumly, downing his drink. You clear your throat. “Rhia, I have a limerick for you.”The Drumm heiress rolls her eyes and gives you a level look. “I have to hear this.”“Rhia, Rhia, what a bitch.” Maron and Martyn laugh at the rhyme.“That was good, Vic. A good one,” Maron refills his drink. “Give three to her, Rhia.”She smiles and takes a swig from her cup. “Well I blew all my killing ones…” She mumbles. “I’ve visited the Citadel, but didn’t get far in. I got Red Rain after beating my older brother in a duel. I’ve read the book of necromancy passed down in my family. Which is the lie?” Both you and Rhia have had two drinks thus far. And she looks to be keeping it as well as you are. You squint, reflecting on her statements.>Give me 3 rolls for Awareness, taking the best one. This will help narrow down the answers.
Rolled 3, 3, 6 = 12 (3d6)>>4356613
Rolled 6, 1, 5 = 12 (3d6)>>4356613
Rolled 1, 3, 5 = 9 (3d6)>>4356613
Rolled 5, 6, 6, 6 = 23 (4d6)>>4356671Wait a minute. Our awareness score is 4. We should gave rolled 4d6.
Rolled 6, 3, 5, 4 = 18 (4d6)>>4356613
Rolled 1, 5, 5, 2 = 13 (4d6)>>4356613
>>4356673At least this roll's more than enough.
>>4356613>>4356673You've heard of a Drumm using necromancy before--thus, why they use a hand of bone in their sigil. You are sure this is true enough. >Vote between:>Visited the Citadel>Acquired Red Rain after dueling her brother
>>4357197>>Visited the Citadel
>>4357197>Visited the CitadelThe citadel is a male only place. I don't know why she would be sneaking in there.
>>4357197>Acquired Red Rain after dueling her brother
>>4357197>Visited the Citadel
>Visited the Citadel“You’ve never been to the Citadel. How could you? They don’t let women in.” There’s a long stare you share with the Drumm woman before she drinks. “And you need to know how to read.” You smirk, earning a chuckle from the other two.“Reading is for weak--” Rhia hiccups, blinks, and shakes her head. “Fuck. Fuck, that’s what I need…”“Keep it in your pants,” Maron groans. “Martyn, let me give you three.”“No!” Rhia smacks the bottom of her mug on the table. “The she-bitch Redhand’s turn! You are…” She blinks again. You can tell she’s clearly drunk and getting ornery. Well, more ornery. “...Not drunk. All of you aren’t even close to where I am. Give me another three! I’m getting it right this, uh… this time!”You shake your head, glancing to your compatriots. “Keep it together, Drumm. Let’s see… I once had a cat back home. I’ve always held knights in high regard. I was born on the seas.”>Need a Deception Roll, best of 3 rolls of 3d6. >Vote on the lie>Once had a cat back home>Always held knights in high regard>I was born on the seas
Rolled 2, 1, 4 = 7 (3d6)>>4357795>I was born on the seasOur mom's not a sea person
Rolled 3, 3, 6 = 12 (3d6)>>4357795
Rolled 3, 2, 2 = 7 (3d6)>>4357795>>Always held knights in high regard
Rolled 2, 2, 1 = 5 (3d6)>>4357795>>I was born on the seas
>>4357795>>I was born on the seasI'm guessing mom didn't want to go through labor with seasickness added on."If I'm anywhere NEAR a boat when my water breaks I'm feeding your balls to the seals!"
>>4357795>>I was born on the seas
We need some yuri action with Rhia!
>>4357795>Always held knights in high regard
>I was born on the seas>Deception Result: 12 vs Rhia’s Awareness roll of 14 (Failure by 0 degrees)Rhia smiles, seemingly amused at your three statements. “You’re a greenlander, through and through. You were not born on the water.” She points to your cup. “Drink!” The Drumm woman hiccups. With a sigh, you do as she says. You were already feeling good at two cups--now you feel even better. “My, I’ve never had this much so close together…” “They never let you drink ale at Archport?” Martyn raises an eyebrow.Maron sniffs. “Maybe they didn’t want their heir walking around drunk,” he suggests.Rhia giggles. “They just don’t know how to have fun! Like we do on Old Wyk. We rule the holiest of the Iron Islands!” She raises her mug and then drinks from it.“What’s the biggest fucker you’ve killed?” You blurt out. “We’ve had trouble with some rowdy greenlander Faithful on my rock. He was as big as…” You spread your arms out wide. When Maron gives you a strange look, you correct yourself, making your arms depict height rather than width. Martyn laughs heartily alongside Yann, and Rhia chuckles. You feel embarrassed but also enjoy the attention. “The biggest fucker, I’ve killed… Well, there was this one time…” Maron describes his tale of Mormont men he’s fought. The evening continues this way for another bell, eating, drinking and making merry with your fellow ironborn. You maintain your level of drinking, keeping that tingling, warm sensation. You find yourself smiling a lot. “God, people are starting to clear out,” Rhia remarks, her speech a bit slurred. “Who’d like to retire to my room with me?” She grins. Her bodyguard begins to dissuades her, but a single finger held up silences him.Yann clears his throat and leans into your ear. “Do you think we should retire? We can find Blacklion and where he’s staying.”“Vic! Can I call you Vic? You didn’t tell us you brought a lion,” Rhia says, smiling.You smile back. “Aye, he’s as strong as a…. As uhh… As a knight!”“I think the girls’ve had enough to drink,” Maron remarks. “But who am I to say where they sleep? I’ve got a tonic that’ll clear that head right up, if you’d like it, Victara.”“What about me, Joy of My Grey Days?” Rhia asks, snickering when Maron gave her a glare. Your head is not thinking too clearly. And when did everyone look so good…? >Go with Yann to find Blacklion and rest>Retire to Maron’s room and take the tonic>Retire to Rhia’s room Subscribe to my Patreon to see the smut. Just kidding :D
>>4359980>Retire to Rhia’s room Anons better not lose out virginity to a prettyboy with duck sucking lips
>>4359980>Retire to Maron’s room and take Rhia too for a 3 some
>>4354032Here's Maron pic in reference to the above comment.
>>4360007I don't think we still have our v card anon but qm is welcome to correct me.
>>4360008SupportTime for fun
>>4359980>Retire to Rhia’s roomNo way Yann lets us go with Maron.
>>4359980>>Retire to Rhia’s roomMaybe the two of them lezzing out is what brings the feud to an end?
>>4359980>>Retire to Rhia’s room Subscribe to my Patreon to see the smut. Just kidding :DInvite Yann too
Doesn't a lost maidenhead harm our marriage chances? As far as I remember Margaery was tried for adultery because she wasn't a virgin, so maybe a high Lord may reject us later.
>>4360176So keeping that in mind and hoping there's no dildo or other penetration involved>Retire to Rhia’s room
Hey QM how do you want the old house creation thread to be archived? Any tags or description you'd like to see?>>4360176Arianne and Asha weren't virgins since they were like 13 or 14 and nobody cares.
>>4359980>Retire to Maron’s roomFuck it. Invite Rhia and Yann as well.
>>4359980>>Retire to Rhia’s roomWithout inviting Maron or Yann thanks
>>4360187Dornish sluts don't count and Asha was 16. The legal age of majority. The MC here is 14 and she should dive into a threesome?>>4360192>ID
>>4360008Supporting. Come on folks it's gonna be fine.
>>4359980>>Retire to Maron’s room and take Rhia too
>>4360030I'd say no, Victara has not lost her virginity yet. >>4360176Losing a maidenhead before marriage does harm the chances of a good marriage--at least for mainstream Westeros. Dorne is, well, Dorne, but the thought of an ironborn lord getting into a hissy fit about her daughter-in-law-to-be having had sex already is a funny image, in my mind. Especially when the woman is a fighter like Victara or Asha. >>4360204Keep the lesbian purity alive Anon, cause... Well you can see which vote has won.Writing now!
>>4360187Also, shit forgot this. I'd use descriptors like "House Redhand" "Ironborn" and... The other usuals like ASOIAF. Thank you very much Anon! I have been quietly struggling with suptg and saving the archive. I will be including a read-only master file of all the posts I make since that's where I write it all down.
>Retire to Rhia’s/Maron’s room, taking the other with you.“I like the sound of that. Uhh, both the things you said,” you point to Rhia and Maron. “Nothing quite like getting to know your comrades like a… What is three people having sex called, Yann?”If you weren’t so drunk, you may have felt the grave feeling he’s emitting. “It’s called a menage a trois.”“Thank you.” You turn your head to face him, but over shoot a bit. “I’ll be staying here. With them tonight.”Yann nods. “As you wish, my lady. But you must be ready for the feast tomorrow.”“Aye, aye. Now go have some fun, and don’t worry about me!” You dismiss your bodyguard. It’s the first time you’ve been separated like this outside of Redhand Castle since you can remember. And you really can’t remember very well right now. Martyn Volmark also bids farewell, and Maron guides both you and Rhia to his room. It’s just the three of you, entering the large yet simple room. “Thankfully, I have a large enough bed for us all to sleep on,” Maron remarks, smiling. You can’t help but smile back. “I… I remember when we used to play around Pyke, when my father had to visit yours. I really enjoyed those days.” Nostalgia overwhelms you as you look at the man. “Maron, I--” You are suddenly pushed onto the bed, lips pressed onto yours. Rhia’s red hair envelops your vision.She pulls back, baring her teeth. “God damn you! Why do you, of all people, have to be so god damn pretty…” Rhia tears herself away, taking a few steps and turning away. You don’t know what scares you more. Rhia’s anger… Or your strange aching for her.“Hey now,” Maron takes Rhia by her hands and she doesn’t pull away. “You’ve never seen Victara Redhand until tonight. I know you both have grown up with tales of hate between your houses, but… If neither of you had your sigils on, you’d never know the difference. Just two of my friends.” And underlings, you think to yourself. But you don’t begrudge Redhand being under Greyjoy. Heh, that thought also gave you an aching of want. Your head swam--but in a good way. Their words of friendship and noble bonding melted. The last clear thing you recall is undoing your outfit and placing yourself in between them.
>>4361322-16/01/280 AC-The morning comes to you abruptly. Maron Greyjoy is not in the bed, though you see the place where he had slept next to you. Rhia was at the foot of the bed, naked. And Yann was standing right above you.“It’s time to go.” You take in a breath, getting up and clothing yourself. “Rhia!” You whisper to her. She snores loudly. “Leave her. The Drumm can sleep the day away.”You give Yann a look. She also had to get to the feast. You pet her head and she flutters her eyes open. “It’s morning. I’ll see you at the feast.” She nods drowsily, and you depart with Yann to Castle Pyke.The salt air in the wind today feels… More lively today. When thinking back to last night, you get glimpses of your carnal actions. You are glad you didn’t forget all of it. “Victara,” Yann says, slowing to a canter as both of you travel along the dirt road.“We won’t speak about what happened last night.”Yann scoffs. “Do you think I’d tell Osric? That his daughter just slept with Maron Greyjoy and a Drumm girl?”You frown. “Her name is Rhia.”“Aye, and her whole family hates you for being a Redhand. You’re named after the man who nearly wiped them out. If it wasn’t for Lord Quellon… You might not be hear right now.”“All these years, you’ve never scolded me.” You remark, your eyes on the castle before you.He sighs. “I’m just worried about you, Vic. Maron, did he…?” “No,” you answer quickly, then pause. “Well I don’t rightly recall. But… That’s the most fun I’ve had in a while. Even before retiring upstairs.”“I just don’t want this to hurt you in the long run,” he says simply, the horses cantering up the incline. “Pyke Castle. Surprised it hasn’t fallen into the grey waves.”“Held up by the Drowned God,” you state, seeing the abundant guards at the portcullis. Banners of all kind line the outer wall, showing who all was here. Directly to the left of the gates hung the golden kraken.And opposite of it was the royal red three-headed dragon of House Targaryen. Rhaegar was here then. The only time Targaryens came to the isles was to put down unrest. “Osric and I got Jenny and Blacklion in to see Lord Balon,” Yann says, both of you getting in the waiting line. “He’s heard the short story from them, but Balon expressed his want of hearing your side of things. After the feast, of course.” The guards usher you in, and the courtyard of Pyke is drab yet lively with people. Merchants line the perimeter and ironborn are already getting into punching matches and finger dances.
>>4361327“Victara!” You hear a voice from behind you. Father comes up with a few guards at his flanks. “Come, come, I wasn’t expecting you so late. Had plenty to drink, eh?” “Yes,” you smile. “And I found Maron Greyjoy down in Lordsport.” You dismount, the guards taking the horses to the stable. “How’s the little kraken doing?” Osric grins.Yann laughs. “Enjoying the festivities and none of the responsibility.”“Hah, he’s a rogue in the making, that one. The feast’s opening course has begun, and as you can see by the ironborn out here, it’s not required. Yet.” Father’s face turned dark and serious. “Prince Rhaegar Targaryen is here. He sits beside Lord Balon. We can tell of our plight to the Prince!”“Do you think that wise, Father? This is a Redhand problem.”“Yes, but since it goes out of the isles, Balon’s hands are tied by Lannisters. And do you think Tywin Lannister gives a whit if some holy men and smallfolk go about attacking us?” You furrow your brow. “He’ll give a whit if he knows it and does nothing. I’ll show the Lannisters how to end foes then.”You father’s face doesn’t change. “Such talk would send greenlanders reeling. Don’t threaten a great house so lightly, even here. Now. Let’s present ourselves before the Prince.”You enter the great hall of Pyke. You thank the Drowned God you don’t have to cross those accursed rope bridges found elsewhere in Pyke. The air is smoky in color and smell. Banners hang about the large pillars of the hall, great long tables brought out. Lords and ladies of the Iron Islands ate and made merry. It was a more pleasant, polite kind of merry compared to the inn last night. No gambling or finger dancing in here. And there, overlooking the room, sat Balon Greyjoy upon the Seastone Chair. Next to him was his wife, Alannys, and Prince Rhaegar Targaryen. He was beautiful just like the songs said. He had brought three Kingsguard with him and he wore black and red vestments. Walking up to the dais, you wonder what to say. >Speak politely to the royal and Greyjoys>Speak like yourself. Show Rhaegar how ironborn talk.>Potential Vice: Lascivious? Yes or No?
>>4361327>You might not be hear right nowHere*GODDAMNITME
>>4361332Yeah, and you spelled segue as segway earlier too. I'm really concerned about that English degree, man. I've decided to discourage my sister from taking English after all. Just kidding!>Speak as yourselfWhat does taking Lascivious as a vice entail?
>>4361330>Speak like yourself.>Lascivious yes>>4361352I am guessing it is being lustful
>>4361330>>Speak like yourself. Show Rhaegar how ironborn talk.>YES
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>>4361330>Speak like yourself. Show Rhaegar how ironborn talk.>NOLascivious is pretty tame as a vice but also not very useful.
>>4361330>Speak like yourself. Show Rhaegar how ironborn talk.>Yes
>>4361330>>Speak politely to the royal and Greyjoys>>No - I mean, I guess it fits last night but I don't want this to become a COOMER thread.
>inb4 Rhaegar falls in love with Victara instead of Lyanna>instead of Robert's Rebellion, it's Maron's RebellionThink about it, we'll be 17 by the time of the Rebellion.
>>4361220http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=House%20RedhandHere you go. If there's anything you'd like to add do say.>>4361601Neat
>>4361330>Speak like yourself. Show Rhaegar how ironborn talk.>NoWonder when Quellon comes out say "Suprise motherfuckers don't celebrate my death yet!"
>>4361330>Speak like yourself.>No
>>4361330>Speak like yourself.>NoHaving occasional sex is fine but lascivious is for dornesluts and coomers.
>>4361330>Speak politely to the royal and Greyjoys>No
>>4361352>>4361386It would be lustful. I think I'd do it in a way where we'd roll our Will to stop ourselves from pursuing someone we find attractive. But as the votes say No, it will not be. >>4361601Thank you, Anon! I like it. >>4361921>Maron's Rebellion, AKA another Greyjoy RebellionEven alternate history repeats. Hypothetically. >>4361957Oh my gosh, thank you so much! You did me a big favor. I appreciate you. >>4362217>Dornesluts and coomersToday I learned what a coomer means. Writing now!
>Speak like yourself.You steel yourself to talking with the prince. He and Balon put down their drinks and cease talking. “You’ve already met the Redhand, Your Grace. Here is his daughter and heir, Victara Greyjoy.” Your heart beats fast as his indigo eyes fall on you. You take a breath.“Welcome to the Iron Islands, prince. Enjoying yourself?” The three kingsguard glanced between each other but Rhaegar’s face stayed serene. A smile creeps on the corner of his mouth. “Have you always talked to higher lords in such a way?”“No,” you admit. “But if I kept being called ‘Your Grace’ all the time, I’d lose my wits.” The Targaryen laughs through his smile. “I’m glad to be here. Lord Quellon was a good man, a peaceful man.” Balon looks away at the mention of his father.“We have some trouble on my land of Red Isle.” You state. “Greenland… Er, westermen of the Fatih are attacking my house. We need help resolving this.”“Say no more,” Rhaegar says, leaning forward. “We’ll discuss details later. Without so many eyes. My lady. My lord.” He dismisses you and Father. Both of you bow and walk away from the dais. “Victara,” Father says sternly. “If he was in a foul mood, and you spoke to him that way… The greenlanders like their pleasantries. Do not do that again.”“He seemed to take it fine.” Balon Greyjoy rises from the Seastone Chair, raising his cup.“My lords! My lords!” He waits for the ironborn to quiet and turn his attention to him. “Today, we put my lord father, Quellon, back to the sea where he now rests in the Drowned Halls.” He fills his cup, and the other lords raise their cups. You do the same once you and Father sit. “What is dead may never die,” Balon intones. “But rises again, harder and stronger!” The ironborn lords finish as one, taking gulps of the ale. You taste the salt of your drowning half a fortnight ago now. So much has changed since then. Yet you are no closer to finding out who is behind the Brothers. But soon enough Rhaegar Targaryen himself will be taking hold of the situation. You enjoy the feast, the dirges and the more merry singing in the great hall. After the main course, the lords and ladies mingle about. Your father has gone off to speak with another group of nobles--the lightning hand of House Kenning. You also see Rhia and Maron off to the side, speaking with each other over mugs of ale. >Speak with Father and the Kennings>Speak with Rhia and Maron
>>4364201>Speak with Rhia and Maron
>>4364201>Speak with Father and the Kennings
>>4364201>>Speak with Rhia and Maron
>>4364268>>Speak with Father and the Kennings
>>4364177>Today I learned what a coomer means.Oh you sweet summer child. Something that most of asoiaf protags share is being a total cumbrain.
>>4365179>Something that most of /qst/ protags share is being a total cumbrain.Ftfy
>"Hello father, did you know your darling daughter and heir lost her maidenhood last night? Get ready for a grandkid now, because I don't remember if he finished inside. Also, can we guilt trip Balon into forcing Maron to marry us? He's a good friend."
>>4365179Damn, most are cumbrains? That sucks. I'm sure that gets old fast for you guys reading asoiaf quests. >>4365382Oh no. That's even worse. >>4365595Ha, that conversation would go marvelously, I'm sure. Writing now!
>>4367416So did we do the big sex or just lesbo stuff? Or do we not know yet?
>>4367416>I'm sure that gets old fast for you guys reading asoiaf quests.Well the reason the characters are cumbrains is because the readers themselves are cumbrains, too. So no big loss. I will admit to voting for cumbrain choices in every single quest I've participated in, including this one.,
>Speak with Father and the Kennings“Let’s see what Father’s up to,” you say to Yann, getting up from the table.Over the din of noise you still hear his sigh. “Kenning. I believe some say they follow the Storm God instead of the Drowned God.”You have heard such things as well, but say nothing. Maneuvering around tables and guests, you reach Father and the Kennings. You hear Lord Kenning’s words, “...and I said, he won the finger dance ‘cause he caught it. I dodged mine, but he got his right in the chest! Poor fuck died there.” The fat Lord Kenning laughed. “I paid double what we waged to his family.”Father chuckled politely. Then a lady of Kenning speaks, “brother, I do believe you visited that smallfolk family much more than you should have. And at night.” The lord looked at his sister with contempt. “Victara!” Father says, glad to have a distraction in the conversation. “How goes the feast?”“It goes well,” your eyes go to the two Kennings. “My lord, my lady,” you give a nod to each.“Is this pretty little slip of a girl your blood, Osric? I thought she was a salt wife or one of Balon’s thralls!” Lord Kenning smiles as Father nods.You give him a curious look. “We don’t do either of those practices anymore.”The lord takes a swig of his wine and points at you. “Aye, under Quellon. But Balon’s wanting to go to the Old Way. The days of glory for us.” The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You keep your eyes on the lord, but out of the side of your vision, the Lady Kenning’s cold stare bores into you. Father shakes his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. And Herra,” he looks to the lady. “Do you see Lia in my daughter?”“Yes.” She says, tearing away from you and the group. The lords sigh.“She’s been a wreck since you left as our ward,” Kenning says.“That was years ago now. We were good friends,” Father says to you. “But I had to go. Victarion was ill and he had set up a marriage with the Serrys.” You think about the ‘friends’ you had made last night. Surely, Father would do no such thing. He probably thinks the same of you. To the side, you see that Maron has spotted you and waves you over. “Well Lord Kenning, it was nice to meet you,” you give him another nod. “But I must away. A kraken calls.” At that you walk toward the two. But a knight in all white stops you, a mug of ale in his hand. Pale purple eyes look at you through the visor. “I do believe the prince is still with Lord Greyjoy,” you say to the kingsguard.
>>4367483“I know exactly where he is,” the man takes a swig. You glance down to see a white hilt pommel and the yellow streaks of a rising sun on it. Dawn. The legendary sword of House Dayne. Ser Arthur Dayne clears his throat, “you spoke to the prince rather curtly.”“I figured he’d like to hear how ironborn speak to one another. We don’t fill the air with wind from our lungs. That’s useful at sea,” you speak and Arthur lets out a single chuckle.“I’ve heard you’ve been busy at Banefort.” How does he know? “Don’t look so concerned. Everything the prince hears, I hear as well, standing at his side. His Grace will deal with this problem swiftly. But we don’t know the true master.”“What are you trying to say?” You ask.“Be careful. I know ironborn are more used to battles, but in these halls, during feasts like this… Everyone might as well have a knife and poison ready to kill. Be careful, little Redhand.” The Sword of the Morning returns to the dais.“Hmph. Ominous.” Yann states. “The way Lady Herra looked at you concerns me, Vic,” he whispers into your ear. “Should we find her? That Ormand priest in Banefort did come from the Iron Islands… Anyone in here might be wanting you and Osric dead.”You glance about the hall. Maron and Rhia are still seated in the same spot. You see the bone hand of House Drumm on the far side of the hall, far and away from your family’s table. Then you see Herra Kenning walking and making her way around the perimeter of the hall. She seems to be leaving, but keeps looking over her shoulder. >Follow Lady Herra>Speak with House Drumm>Go to Rhia and Maron
>>4367488>Go to Rhia and MaronFollowing Lady Herra might be a bad idea since our looks makes us easy to spot.
>>4367488>Go to Rhia and Maron>>4367433Anon I....
>>4367488>Go to Rhia and MaronDoubt anyone would commit something so brazen as murder in the presence of a Prince and Kingsguard.
>>4367488>>Follow Lady HerraCome on guys, I want to talk to our friends too but the Lady Herra is up to something.
>>4367488>Follow Lady Herra
>>4367488>>Follow Lady Herra
>>4367488>Go to Rhia and MaronWe're on page 10, so you might want to archive and start a new thread soon.
>>4367488>Go to Rhia and Maron
>>4367488>>Go to Rhia and Maron
>>4368055Good idea. Gonna write and then put up the new thread.
>>4370290>>4368055New thread up. For the Drowned Blood God!