Welcome to You Awake in Westeros Quest – Trick Edition. In this quest we follow our hero, Velo, as he tries to survive and thrive in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire. Last thread, he threw his weight around King's Landing, ending up imprisoned and poisoned for his efforts. Meanwhile, Mira has set into motion her plans for the future of King's Landing.Now, Velo lives again.Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/uTnPBM61https://discord.gg/tgXY6 (Lasts 24 hours)http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Westeroshttps://twitter.com/TrickQM
“GAH FUCK SHIT JESUS MOTHERFUCKER AHHHHHHHHHH-”Your screams are muffled by the unwashed hand that clamps over your mouth and holds your head down against the floor.Three more sets restrain your arms and legs, preventing you from thrashing about as you struggle to GO GO GO GO GO!ITS LIKE YOUR BRAIN IS ON FUCKING FIRE – COMMANDING YOU TO MOVE! “Shhhhhhh, it's alright Will,” a female voice coos into your ear, emanating from a grey-robed figure, the cowl hung low over her face. You shudder as you hope this is just one more nightmare – and not perhaps the specter of death herself come to claim you. “What's fucking wrong with him?” a familiar voice urgently demands, gruff and lowborn.A second, much plumper grey-robed figure speaks an explanation in a high-pitched tone. “Aurochs hormone drawn directly from the –”“Quiet!” An order from a fourth strangely familiar voice. A golden-haired Adonis takes up your field of vision, obscuring the taut canvas above that previously made up your small patch of sky.A rocking bump and the sensation of movement informs you you're traveling. As your brain begins to calm itself – despite your body's surging refusal to comply – you rapidly blink as those piercing green eyes stare into your own. “Will, you're alright,” Jaime Lannister informs you. “You're safe. Stop struggling.” You will your limbs and extremities to stop convulsing. However, you find it impossible to completely halt your body's shaking. You breathe rapid shallow breaths as you feel the hands let go, including the one covering your mouth. Seems they've deemed the lessening of your nigh-involuntary bombastic behavior sufficient.“Where am I?!” you demand with a rasp. The last thing you remember was dying in a black cell to the illusory dance of demons.“In the back of a covered wagon leaving King's Landing,” the knight answers, a smile forming on his face as he clasps your shoulder and squeezes. You spy the faces of the other people riding with you. Bronn was the man holding your mouth shut. As you lock eyes he simply nods, his visage unphased by the situation.Next, your eyes go to the silent sister whispering in your ear. She pulls back the cowl obscuring her features to reveal a beaming Raina.She winks. “Hey there Juliet,” Laughing inwardly, you inspect the plumper of the silent sisters. She's rather large for . . . holy shit.Y'know, seeing Varys in drag almost makes up for how shit you feel and how horrible a situation you're in right now.He is certainly a master of disguises. “Why didn't you tell me your plan?!” you shout at the eunuch.“I wasn't entirely sure it would work,” Varys comments with a shrug. “The more you speak of plans the more likely they are to go awry. An old superstition, but still – your foreknowledge was unnecessary for the scheme's success. Speaking of it out loud could only do harm.”
“Where's Chiggen?” you follow up. “Driving the wagon,” Bronn answers. “And Mills?” “Cunt's gotten full of himself. Spending his time with The Knight of Roses –”“Flowers,” Jaime corrects.“Whatever.” Bronn rolls his eyes. “Point is: he's moved on. And before you ask, your dog's fine. Up front keeping Chiggen company. Our four horses are what's pulling us along. And the girl's got all your money.”You spare Raina a second glance and she gives you a thumbs up. “Any of my equipment get lost?” you pose the query to her.She squints. “Well, I gave your last two bottles of wine to Chiggen and Bronn as a . . . bonus for their services.”“Already been drunk,” Bronn muses. “They were a fine vintage.” “All the stuff you had on your horse was fine. Your tools and outfits too. Well, except for the noble fancy stuff. That was, um, ruined by your prison stay.” “Stained in piss and shit. You must have had a rough time of it, if you didn't even have a pot,” Bronn comments. “We threw the outfit away after disrobing you,” Varys concludes. Damn, that's like the third set of noble clothes you've had ruined. Looking down you see your erstwhile companions have dressed in your entertainer's outfit while you were unconscious. “Unfortunately as well, the gold you had on your person at the time of your arrest was . . . appropriated by the gaolers. As was your sword for the armory. I did succeed at procuring your musical instrument again, however.” Thank the Gods for that one piece of good news, at least. Seems you have faked your own death and are now exiled from the city. Shit, wait. “My spear and armor? How long has it been?” Raina takes it upon herself to soothe your fears. “Ten days until they're completed. And once the smith guy has finished making them, me and Bronn are going to steal them.” Good. Good, this isn't as bad a setback as you'd imagined. Alright Velo, shit has gone tits up – but it's time for the comeback.>What are your plans for the near future? (write-in)
Going to sleep now. Will probably be up in four hours to begin writing next update.
>>479549Lay low for a bit? Not sure where though.
>>479549I personally think we should head up to service of Stannis Baratheon and provide him scientific evidence that Joffrey's father had to have blonde hair.
Then again, there's Jaime on board, so he probably won't like the idea.
>>479549Ask Varys and Jamie for advice
>>479549Make our way to Storm's End, and try to get in touch with Renly
We do need to go somewhere that is not friendly to Lannisters in order to be safe and start up a business there. How about heading to lands of Davos Seaworth?
>>479549I say we head down to Weeping Town and book passage to Esposito. Fuck this Westeros shit.Either that, or we make our way to the Citadel, maybe we can hang out with Merwyn the Mage.Or maybe try to insinuate ourselves with Renly and plunder that boipuss.
>>479549We're going to need to plan and rethink these things, make a shit ton of cash and build up our influence again. Probably under a different name since our old persona is now dead in the cells. Could we even use our stuff from that master smith and stuff? Ah well no matter, that being said we need to get good with spear while we build up our market practices, maybe establish a lot of shipping and such. One idea I wanted to try was to move snow and ice to the summer islands for a premium price as it would have a lot of great value in one of the hotest places in the world. Sawdust works as a way to keep ice cold don't it?
>>479598We can actually keep our name and influence if we just go to lands where Lannisters have no influence.
>>479612There's going to be issues if William Shakespeare starts making waves again.Take a lesson from nearly getting killed and be less overt. We still have our money
I say we head to stormlands, invent printing press and request Stannis to put us under his protection while we rake in the cash.We still need to convince him to get the obsidian to the Night's Watch.
>>479617We're gonna cause waves anyway though.
>>479549Tell Jamie and Varys about the threat beyond the wall.
>>479540Rest up and see how everyone has been, if Varys has any suggestion on what our next course of action should be. Also tell Jamie and Varys about the White Walkers.
>>479631Most important thing to tell them
>>479617Oh, also, we do have our heraldic spear, so that'll be pretty obvious telling of who we are.
>>479661Though we could change our first name if there are legal issues. We could state we're Richard Shakespeare, the brother of late William Shakespeare.
Sean bean our new name since we died.
>>479511Try not getting killed again. Lay low and head for Dragonstone, maybe Stannis will listen to you
>>479549Step one is planning for revenge, try to make sure Varys is really our ally and confer with him what the plan is going forwards. Try to get info on our nemesis from him.
Just caught up on the last session. Fucking up going totally AU and making Cersei, Jamie and Varys into totally non cannon characters. Fucking retarded anons voting to kill Danny, remember we are playing ASoIaF here, if you kill the fire, the I've will win!As to where we go... Stannis is a cunt but we do need that dragon glass for the night's watch, Need hates us (still?), Danny doesn't need us...But we are traveling with the warden of the West and the East. He won't take charge himself because of kings guard honor bullshit but we might be able to get him to organise a bunch of houses into a anti ice zombie force... subtly, maybe by.... playing a song?So in summary go get obsidion from Stannis then head wherever Jamie thinks he had most influence
>>480098Stannis isn't a cunt. He's only a cunt in the TV show, which wasn't canon. >TV stannis "Hurr let's burn my daughter.">Book Stannis "If I die, continue fighting until Shireen sits on the Iron Throne."
>>480098The only reason the book and show needs Dany is because before the WW amassed a huge army, no one did shit. We've warned the wall and started preparations way before they're a force to start worrying about. We could wait another year to gather everything up and still have plenty of time to make sure the wall is armed.
We need to tell Vary every plot we know of his, because the queen does too.
>>480098Well...Aegon could probably hatch the eggs too, Blackfyre or Targaryian both were able to tame dragons.
>>480851Why not Jon?
>>480098>Fucking retarded anons voting to kill DannyWe weren't Will there. We were Mira. Remember Mira's goals were to prop up Lannister rule. She doesn't care about the White Walkers.Gotta play in character.
>>480859Distance and the difficulty of getting from to then abandon his nights watch vows, Aegon is already at the disputed lands with a force to match/ally with Khal Drogo (who'd be double incensed over the death of his wife)Was the assassin before or after cart kings crown?
Mira screwed herself eitherway, without Dany Khal Drogo isnt cursed by the witch, and will succeed in getting his hoards to the ships.It depends if Jaquen is pro choice or oro life, if he cant kill dany until the baby is born.
>>480925But will the ships even accept Drogo without Dany? Will Drogo even care about conquering Westeros?
>>480878Why the hell should he need to abandon his Night's Watch vows or move anywhere? We just have to get them deftly delivered unto him.
>>480851I wonder if people from other dimensions can hatch dragons
>>480955Drogo won't care about conquering westeros. He might care about vengeance, but if the faceless man does the assassination at usual protocol, then it'll look like an accident.
>>480973He wanted the conquer westeros for the Attempt, wont the same happen when they succeed?
>>480955He went to hire ships and was collecting slaves to sell for the costs.
>>479549>discretely propose to trade intel with Varys
>>480971Probably. It should not be impossible to replicate the scenario, provided we gain access to a shadowbinder, dragon eggs and sacrifices. Ultimately, all we're talking about is blood, magic and fire.There's a possibility that Targaryen blood functions much like Stark blood does in a way, meaning that there's magic in it inherently, but to be fair there hasn't been any conclusive evidence to support this.It could be that the burning corpse of droggo filled to brim with sacrificial magic juju acted like an incubator for the eggs. I mean, wild dragons didn't need Targs to hatch their eggs.
>>481080Wild dragons stopped being a thing at the Doom of Valaryia though. Only the Targs had dragons for hundreds of years
>>481117Not actually, there's still some in Asshai, but nobody goes near them because they're huge assholes.
>>481437Also because when you go to shadowlands, you generally don't come back.
Before we go anywhere we should ask how far Varys and Jamie are coming with us. Maybe if we get Jamie alone we should have a little heart to heart, ask him how many of Cerseis plots he knows...tell him lysa and Cersei with the assistance of Pycelle killed Jon Aryn
>>479568>>479639>>479639>>480075Lay Low, get advice from Jaime and Varys>>479573>>479902Go to Stannis, talk about Joffrey dad.>>479583Go to Storm's End (NOTE: Renly is currently in King's Landing)>>479594GTFO HERE BOY>>479598Make cash money doing merchant things>>479631>>479639>>479642>>479888Tell Jaime and Varys about White Walkers baby>>481062Intel trade with VarysWriting!
"This above all: to thine own self be true,And it must follow, as the night the day,Thou canst not then be false to any man.Farewell, my blessing season this in thee!"
This might be a long-term goal, but might we consider Braavos as a base of operations in the future?>outside of shitty Westerosi political climate>slavery exclusively prohibited>colossal shipping, banking, and trading scene, so no one bats an eye at a merchant starting up thereIt strikes me as the most stable place in the world during the SoIaF times.
>>481656Also massive amounts of organised crime in there mate.
>>481656The sisters are better. Filled with outlaws and pirates, but close enough for us to influence westeros. Plus white walkers can't swim
>>481664Hey, at least their crime is organized. Beats the shit out of the imminent and omnipresent threats of slavery, raiding, and super-corrupt nepotism that have the rest of the world locked in civil war.We stay in Westeros, we'll get mugged blind for being peasants and attacked by other houses for allying with anybody in power. At least organized crime might be susceptible to leaving you alone if you pay their rackets.
>>481727That's why Stannis' realm is pretty damn good. None of those problems exist in there.
>>481727Also, we'd be foreigner in Braavos. Technically we're a foreigner here too, but they don't know that. The problem is, their laws might be pretty discriminatory when it comes to foreign investments. Kind of like how in rome if there was ever a dispute about property rights and land, the roman would automatically win.
>>481656Kinda Dorne fits the bill. Powerful canon, but MUCH of it is left unsaid and outside our knowledge That and letting the viper know that his snakes have been made gives us bonus points. Obrynn has so much intel its crazy
Dragonstone is pretty safe from invasions and shit
You sit up in the back of your wagon. Aches and pains assault you and the blood rushes to your head from the action. Before you collapse back down due to wooziness, Raina moves her hands to support your back. She leans you against the taut canvas and you speak to your allies. “Alright, I think I'm going to lay low for the time being. Jaime, Varys. Any advice?”Jaime deigns to speak first. “Well we're currently heading to the keep and holdfast of House Byrch. They are a minor noble family in the Crownlands. Their holdings are only a few leagues north of the capital. There you will recover your strength and I will finish training you.”You laugh. “We're still doing that?” you ask.Jaime shrugs. “I don't see why not. My sister is Queen and my brother is Hand now. They will be much more able at protecting the King then a knight with one good arm.” That news causes you to squint hard. Tyrion is already the Hand?“Do you mean the acting Hand?” you attempt to clarify. Tywin is he Hand after Eddard.Jaime shakes his head. “No. Once Eddard Stark fled back North to his frozen shithole of a Kingdom, my sweet sister manged to sway Robert into naming Tyrion Hand of the King. Ruling has always been a jape to my brother-in-law. I'm sure he saw the chance to place a . . . dwarf in the highest elected position of power would be another way to snub the kingdoms of Westeros for daring to name him King. Regardless, my brother's appointment may very well have been Robert's smartest decision in his seventeen years of rule.”Varys nods. “The Imp is a clever man.”You look to the eunuch. “What about you Varys?”He blinks. “Advice? Consider yourself lucky for surviving the dungeons of the Red Keep. Retire to a peaceful and humble life far from the woman who ordered your death. I only saved you because the Lannister brothers can be quite . . . insistent.”Jaime chuckles, knocking his knees together from where he sits. “Alright. Well . . .” You rub your face as you ponder how to tackle this next subject of conversation. “It is good you saved me. Varys, you already know and I assume Tyrion informed you, Jaime, that I . . .”“Know things, yes,” Jaime finishes your sentence for you.You nod. Good, hopefully the extenuating circumstances will make this easier for you. “Well then here's something you should be aware of. North of the Wall there is a . . . threat to the realms of men. An army planning to invade.”“Men made of ice,” Jaime confirms. “I've heard the tale from Tyrion. White walkers?”
Varys shudders. “I despise magic. I do remember Lord Tyrion asked King Robert for access to caches of Wildfire in an effort to arm the Night's Watch. I suppose when it comes to men made of ice, fire is the preferable course of action. Unfortunately, the act of transporting and moving the jars were deemed too dangerous, considering they had to be hauled a thousand leagues North to arm an organization of exiles and criminals. If only we still had dragons . . .” Vary sighs the off-hand remark. Despite searching his face for some knowing smirk, you find his expression inscrutable.Jaime shrugs. “There's not much either I nor the eunuch can do down here in the Capital. Other than try our damnedest to keep the realm stable. Which we will!” Jaime speaks without conviction, staring hard at Varys. Varys gives Jaime a 'the fuck did I do?' look. The Kingslayer simply rolls his eyes and switches focus back to you. “I wish you luck in your endeavors, wherever they bring you.”>Skip to acquiring your arms and armor>Ask Raina to buy you something from the capital (What?) >Something else? (write-in)
>>482028>Something else? (write-in)Ask Raina to try to take Gendry with her
>>482028>Skip to acquiring your arms and armor>Ask Raina to buy you something from the capital (What?) Another set of noble clothes
>>482040+1>it's a tot suggests a good idea episode
>>482028Let's go too training with Jamie give bronn and chiggin some gold in thanks, then tell Varys and Jamie we'll tell each of the 1 secret if we know it. In thanks and good faith
>>482028Also give Bron and Chiggin some gold for staying loyal. Thank all of them in general for helping.
>>482104Eh better to control what secrets you have.That said if you wanted to pull Varys aside and talk shop about Dany you can.
>>482040>>482100Grab dat Gendry>>482104>>482116Give Bronn and Chiggen dat loyalty gold.How much?>50 gold each>100 gold each>200 gold each
>>482143100 gold each I guess.
>>48214350 not too much
>>482028Warn Varys that many of his ongoing... backups, have been made. Someone knows as much as we do and whispers it to the queen, or the king?Also thank Jamie. Holy shit.
>>482143>>100 gold each
>>482143>>50 gold each
>>48214350 gold each
>>482028Tell Varys that Obsidian also works against white walkers and that's basically just melted rocks that's been dumped into water and that he should get some greenhouses for the watch if he can so they can be self sufficient.
>>482100I mean it was Kaze's idea, I'm just making sure it gets posted
Seduce Jamie while training
>>482143100 cause we're not jewish.
Rolled 51 (1d100)“Raina, when you go steal the spear and armor I lawfully paid for, acquire Tobho's apprentice as well. I want Gendry to come with us.”Your female friend frowns. “That . . . might be difficult.”Bronn shrugs. “No it won't. Does it matter if he comes willingly?”“Yes!” you assure your sellsword, quashing any thoughts he had of kidnapping. “I'd also like to thank the two of you sellswords for remaining loyal. Raina, give 50 gold dragons to both Chiggen and Mills. And I give my thanks to the rest of you as well, for saving my arse from the most powerful woman in King's Landing.”Varys and Jaime acknowledge your gratitude simply.. . .You arrive at the House Byrch holdfast a little under an hour later. Jaime explains a fabricatd situation to Ser Balman Byrch – currently holding his ancestral home in the stead of his elder brothers.Ser Byrch agrees to let Ser Jaime Lannister train his squire, namely you, somewhere secluded on his property to 'maximize your learning potential'. Varys takes his leave with Raina and the sellswords as the wagon makes its way back to the capital. . . .After spending a few days recuperating your strength from the poison that ran its course through your body and the ye olde adrenaline shot Varys employed to snap you out of it, you continue the training that Cersei so rudely interrupted with her attempt upon your life. The following week of training plays out much the same as your first day sparring with the greatest knight in Westeros. Yet, as the sun waxes and wanes you become more competent and more proficient with a spear with each subsequent day.Eventually, Jaime not only instills in you the basic instincts for the improvisation of deadly combat, but also the proper training to utilize other simple to master weapons like the knife and club. Just so, if you're in a pinch and have been disarmed, perhaps you can adequately employ a back up to save your skin from a true death.Throughout this week of alone time with Jaime, you also . . .>Attempt seduction>Convince him Cersei is unfaithful>Tell him something specific (what?)>Something else? (write-in)
>>482391>Attempt seductionIF SUCCESSFUL>Convince him Cersei is unfaithful
>>482391>Convince him Cersei is unfaithfulDon't think Jamie is gay senpai, no matter how pretty Will is.
>>482401It wouldn't be an option if it weren't possible
>>482391>>Convince him Cersei is unfaithful
>>482405This is Trick we are talking about. Of course it can be an option and not be possible.
>>482415nah the DC will just be high, Trick will never say no to an opportunity for more gay sex
>>482399ThisG8 G8 G8 G8!!!
>>482391"You're one of the few flawed yet grand heros of this age Jamie. You're named Kingslayer and Oathbreaker behind your back or to your face, but you're still as honorable as Duncan the tall."
>>482391>Attempt seduction>Convince him Cersei is unfaithfulOnly the second one if we pass the first well, point out its Lancel and possibly more
>>482421So seduce him?
>>482399>>482423Attempt Seduction>>482401>>482399>>482411>>482413>>482423Convince him Cersei is unfaithfulAlright, roll me 1d100 + 16, best of 3. This is a diplomacy check.Don't fuck up
Rolled 39 + 16 (1d100 + 16)>>482429time to fuck it up!
Rolled 44 + 16 (1d100 + 16)>>482429
Rolled 14 + 16 (1d100 + 16)>>482429
Rolled 9 + 16 (1d100 + 16)>>482429
Rolled 46 + 16 (1d100 + 16)>>482429Because you told me to
Rolled 26 (1d100)Nice going
>>482437Oh, a combined total of 60 to convince a man that the love of his life is a cheating whore, also revealing you totally know he's porking his sister.I'm sure things will go smoothly in this next update.Writing!
>>482448Whelp, so much for our friendship
>>482448Didn't we have the silver tongue feat that is supposed to prevent negative diplomacy outcomes?
>>482502all it does is make us not sound like a dumbass.so our point comes across very well but he ain't going to take us saying it very well I hazard to guess
>>482502>not sounding like a dumbass>no negative consequencesvery different.
>>482448She's probably fucking moon boy thou.
How about just making a point on the fact that people who cheat on their spouses never stop with just one?Was there never a time she didn't hate Robert? If I recall, she was quite happy in marrying the king and tried to change him once.
>>482533The point being is that he might end up being just another ex-man for her when she finds someone more convenient than him.
We these are in our favour 1) she has cheated before and he knows it2) he knows we know the future and likely past3) he thinks we're an ok bloke and so does his bro4) why else would she want us dead5) have we ever lied to him before
>>482570>she lied to him as to why WE needed to be exacuted
Oh shit what if there's another shitposter in essos with Dany. What if Viserys is still alive because of that?!
The two of you are still trading blows upon the day Raina should be returning with your weapon and - hopefully - pet smith. Deciding your relationship has progressed enough into territory you would describe as friendship, you inform Jaime about the truth of his 'paramour'. “So,” you awkwardly begin. Broaching this subject is tough and will require all of your diplomatic tact. “Your sister was the one who attempted to take my life.”Jaime frowns, his thrust becoming half-hearted mid-lunge. “I believe she was.”“You spoke with the queen?” you probe. “In private?”“Correct. She insisted you were merely jailed for killing the bookie and his men. But the use of the black cells, Tyrion's conjecture and confirmation from the Spider proved she had ulterior motives. I'm surprised Prince Joffrey wasn't involved. I . . . apologize for his attempt upon your life as well.” “So the Queen lied to you,” you state rather than accuse, skipping right over acknowledging the other family member who tried to kill you. “To her own brother.”“Yes,” he grudgingly admits, locking eyes with you. He is vaguely aware you have a point. “If the Queen wanted me dead, do you think it's because I knew how to make a few tourney bets to earn myself some coin? Would that application of knowledge warrant my death?” “No. She must have had a reason for it. Suspected you were aware of some . . . secret.” “What secret do you suppose she thought I know?” the question is leading and the answer obvious to the golden-haired man.Jaime stares at you, his mouth forming a firm line. He lowers his weapon and you stick the butt of your blunted spear in the dirt. Moments of tense silence pass. Jaime's hands tighten round his sword, knuckles going white.“I could kill you here,” Jaime informs you coolly. “No poison, no pretense, no subterfuge. Cut you down. Kill your girl and your bodyguards when they return. Tell my brother I did it and not suffer a single consequence.” “No legal consequences," you retort. "No moral ones either, most like. I know you're committed to preserving your . . . relationship. But you will suffer the consequence of heartbreak when she betrays you.”Jaime laughs that imperious, arrogant laugh of his. “She keeps secrets from you," you point out. "She lies to you. I know you love her but she is unfaithful.” “Of course she is! She's married to Robert.”“I don't mean Robert.”“And who do you mean?” he asks, attempting to sound rhetorical but you notice a hint of desire behind the words.“ . . . Lancel, for one.”“Lancel” Jaime says with an unbelieving laugh. “Lancel?! Alright we're finished with training. You are proficient and can make it on your own from here on out.”“Its true.”“You've been wrong before.” “Only because of my own interference.” “Well then, I'll just have to inter–”
“HELLO~~~!” Raina's singsong voice greets your ears from some distance off.You lock eyes with Jaime and together you silently agree to drop the subject.Making your way to the front of the holdfast, Raina steps down from the covered wagon. She throws a Valyrina steel spear at you – HOLY FUCK!It was underhand but you don't risk that shit. You dive out of the way, rolling through the dirt and let the sharp weapon clatter to the ground. Raina puts her hands on her hips and stares at you, disappointed. But you merely return the same look as you get up, dusting yourself off.Stooping down to pick up your spear and heft it, you examine the fine weapon. A head as black as night and a shaft as white as bone. Glittering gold sparkles when the sunlight hits it just right – 'To Be or Not To Be' – emblazoned and shiny. That is the question you will ask of your enemies – whether they shall continue to be or not be by your martial ministrations. The scene of battle is hard to make out but on close inspection the detail on the undead is exquisite.You test the ruby skull pommel, its onyx eyes dead and lifeless. Doesn't seem too malleable or easy to crack.The spear's material make it lighter than the mock one you were using earlier. You smile to yourself – it looks amazing and is exactly the appearance you imagined. You squeeze it tight, twirling it in your hands with the ease of a trained warrior.Bronn approaches and throws you you new fancy armor as well. Again, the sigil painted upon the scales with your house words beneath it are intricately detailed. And the phrases on the back are verbatim what you informed the Master Smith to engrave. 'God hath given you one face and you make yourself another.' And 'Madness in great ones must not go unwatched'. You slip it on and while it uncomfortably slows down your movements, the protection it provides adds a level of safety that puts your mind at ease.You search out between your dog and horses for the sight of a burly, young smith. When you don't find the bastard you're looking for, you set your sights upon Raina.“Gendry refused?” She nods. “He wants to be an armorer and learn how to mold Valyrian steel.”“Can you blame him?” Bronn asks, gesturing with a cock of his head to your spear -- a jealous glint in his eye. Raina gulps and taps you on the shoulder, to bring your attention back to her. She practically whispers this next part right into your ear. “Robert Baratheon left to on a hunting trip about a week ago.” Hmmmmm>Doesn't concern us, let's go>Try to save the King of the Seven Kingdoms?>Something else? (write-in)
>>482640>Doesn't concern us, let's go
>>482640>>Doesn't concern us, let's goeh
>>482640>Doesn't concern us, let's goLay low guys. It's too late for him.>Something else? (write-in)Tell Jamie and Bronn that shit is about to go down.
>>482640>The fuck Robert is not going to be saved by us. Let's go
>>482640>Something else? (write-in)I'm sorry I upset you Jamie, I really am. And don't worry, we love who we love and too me that's fine. However know this, your king is destined to be murdered by your sisters order, he will be mortally wounded in a hunting accident due to poisoning from Lancel whom your sister.... Convinced. If this comes too pass, you know I'm right. Your a good man Ser Jamie and a real hero of the people even if they don't know it. Don't let your heart be used against you. Or all shall perish as is destined
>>482662I'll second this
>>482662This is better
Weapon Proficiency (Simple) – You have learned to use simple weapons, such as spears, daggers, and clubs. (+5 to Spear, +5 to dagger, +5 to club)When thrust into the rigors of combat, you will fight with the training that befits a soldier – even if you are outnumbered or outskilled.
>>482640Speak to Jamie.His newphew (because bronn is here) will go off the deep end without proper guidance. Either squiring him elsewhere, have him raised at the rock, he needs to be able to be humbled
Votes called.Getting food and then taking a shower. update will be written after that unless I go play pokemon go.Check the pastebin.
Rolled 80 (1d100)
Rolled 94 (1d100)>>482763Counterattack
Rolled 11 (1d300)Rolling for Mills
>>482685Trick how does it feel to be a railroad conducter?
Rolled 108 (1d300)>>482768Rolling for Loras
>>482662>>482640This.Also attempt seducion after apologizing
>>482662That sounds very spergy.
>>482685update never ever
>>482763Oh fuck I know what that's for... Shit Robbert survived
“That doesn't concern us,” you inform your black-haired friend.She recoils slightly and cocks her head. “Isn't that how King Bob . . . y'know?” You sigh out. “We lost in King's Landing. Trying now will only get me killed. Again. We need to lay low, retreat and gather a workable plan. With someone who has their shit together better than Robert.”Raina nods, though she pouts. “That's a shame. He was cool. But if that's what you think is best. I'll ready the wagon and be ready to head out whenever.”Your friends move back to the covered wagon, giving you space and some time alone to say your goodbyes.Jaime sticks his hand out for you to grasp firmly and shake. With your privacy re-established, you say your parting piece to the knight.“I apologize for upsetting you Ser Jaime. Truly, I am. You love who you love and that's fine by me.” Jaime sighs out. “Don't dwell on it. I mean that, too. Don't dwell on it. You have no proof and if that rumor spreads I'll hunt you down myself.” His cocky smile returns. “Promise to take that particular secret to your grave and you have my forgiveness.” Too bad Stannis is going to make that promise mean jack fucking shit when he spreads the news across Westeros.“Listen, Jaime. I have one last piece of information to impart upon you before I go.” You peer round to make sure Ser Balman Byrch is nowhere in earshot, before dropping your voice to a hushed whisper.“The grand hunt Robert Baratheon now takes part in is destined to be his last. Your sister has bribed Lancel to offer the King extra strong wine, making the man drunker than he aught to be. He will then be mortally wounded in a hunting accident by a wild boar.”Jaime's eyes bulge out of his skull at your warning. “Why are you telling me this?”“Because, Cersei will then . . . reward, Lancel. If the King comes to perish in this manner you know I have told you the truth. You are a good man, Ser Jaime. A real hero of the people. Don't let your heart be used against you. Or all shall perish as is destined.” After a few seconds pause digesting your prophetic advice, he nods his head strangely. “Stay safe,” Jaime tells you with one last firm pump of your hand. He lets go. “And try not to talk yourself into prison again, alright?”“Alright,” you concur with a laugh. “Goodbye Ser Jaime.” “Goodbye William.” With a final wave of your hand, you turn round and walk past the stone wall that boxes in House Byrch's courtyard. Chiggen smiles genuinely atop the coach driver's position as he picks up the reins to your four harnessed horses.You approach where he sits beside your pupper and rest a gloved hand against the hindquarters of your steed.“Where are we headed, m'lord?” Chiggen asks. >Dragonstone>Storm's End>Casterly Rock>Highgarden>The Citadel>Winterfell>Sunspear>The Eyrie>Somewhere else? (write-in)
>>483138>DragonstoneTime to meet stannis
>>483144 (Proxyfag)>>483170 (Proxyfag)>>483174 (Proxyfag)>>483175 (Proxyfag)Dragonstone >>483162HighgardenHighgarden wins!jk :^)Writing
>>483178I'm honestly curious what Melisandre's reaction to us will be. If she has visions of us, she knows we're on the side of the living.
>>483193lol, i wonder what she will think when she staress in our eyes and sees earth and all the machines of the modern world
>>483193She sees darkness, utter darkness we are the death of death itself. We are from beyond the dark and night, behind the stars and light, we are the end of their story, we exist outside and beyond this world
>>483198>She just hears "America Fuck Yeah" playing.
>>483204She sees a montage of action movie clips, eagle flying and the flag. It ends with hulk Hogan screening WE'RE COMING FOR YOU BRUTHER!
>>483205>She tries to look into the flames who will is but as she does so this starts playing and she immediately snuffs out he flame because it's so loud that it's making her ears bleed.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XgUB3lF9IQA
“Dragonstone!” you inform your employee.His face melts into a grimace. “Oh. Ohhh~” Chiggen deflates and sags. You just chuckle, patting him on the back and scratching the top of Millennium's head to remind him he's a good boy. You hop in the back and relay the same news of your destination to Bronn and Raina. Raina seems relatively unaffected, but Bronn is certainly bemused. To soothe the disheartened spirits of your companions, you pull out your lute and begin to play them all a song.
The first scream that projects itself through your window jolts you awake. Roused from a pleasant dream where you were still back on Earth, you reacquaint yourself with your bedchamber in the Maidenvault for a mere beat of the heart. Throwing off the light blankets, you hop out of bed and rush to the entrenched iron bars of your sole window that prevents 'escape'. An annoying feature befitting and revealing of the Maidenvault's original purpose.Straining your ears you hear metal clashing and colliding with metal, distant shouts, incomprehensible orders. You squish your face up against the cool bars. Shit. Peering out into the dark, starry night that cools the sweltering city; sources of light – torches and lanterns, you predict – dance furiously in the distance. The assassination had gone off without a hitch two days earlier somewhere in the middle of the Kingswood. Robert Baratheon currently lays in his bedchambers within Maegor's Holdfast, bleeding to death under the numbing effects of Milk of the Poppy.So then who the fuck is attacking whom? And why? And who's winning? And how is this happening in the capital right now?!FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!You sigh out, thrusting yourself away from the barred window with a futile push. Thank you Cersei's beautiful bouncing tits in the sky that you weren't in a drunken, drugged up stupor this night. Although, as your latest migraine begins to set in, you realize, tomorrow – if you miraculously survive that long – you will be in a drunken, drugged up stupor.Alright, turning back to scan your personal effects that litter the room -- quills, ink, parchment, frilly dresses and other assorted articles of clothing, a near-empty bottle of dreamwine, the bottle of basilisk venom disguised as perfume on your writing desk and the crossbow hidden in your closet -- you lick your lips.Alright, first thing's first.>Grab your crossbow>Pocket the poison>Throw on your cloak>All three bitch!>Something else? (write-in)
>>483229>>All three bitch!let the games begin
>>483229>All three bitch!Time to pack up shop and fucking get the hell outta dodge
>>483229>>All three bitch!
Rolled 64, 77, 14 = 155 (3d100)Writing!
You don't have time to slip out of your night gown, but thankfully it is – oddly enough – one of the least restricting outfits you are forced to wear at court. If things were popping off while you were stuck in a tight bodice you think you'd just have to slice yourself free with a knife. You rush into your rather large closet – compared to the size of the rest of your room. Clearly, even the poorer courtiers are expected to have a wealth of variety when it comes to clothing. Everything's a show, isn't it? Pawing your way past the extraneous, useless clothing you find the tattered cloak that is so near and dear to your heart.It was the first piece of clothing you ever received in this hells-blasted world. And unlike many of your following acquisitions, it possessed two key redeeming qualities.Nostalgia.And POCKETS.Slipping the brown, ratty thing over your shoulders and cinching it about your neck – one of those special qualities comes in handy for your next bit of preparation.You put on a pair of fine, doeskin gloves – don't want to risk having your skin come into contact with the substance – and grab the perfume bottle off your writing desk. You slip the secret vial of basilisk's venom – courtesy of Grand Maester Pycelle, unbeknownst to him – into one of your cloak's glorious pockets.Basilisk venom is a very useful poison as it is fast acting, which is very important since you're bringing it with you as a purely defensive measure. It will numb the face and cause muscular seizures if you can get some into a person's blood stream. Plus the rapid delivery system of the perfume bottle – wew lad – you squirt that directly into someone's eyes and they'll be rolling on the floor in agony before they realize they're horribly dying.Now for the piece de resistance. You stalk back to your closet and feel around for the crossbow laying up against the inner wall of the closet – out of sight from anyone. Pulling it towards you, you heft the massive thing up – bolt already loaded. You haven't had a chance to practice much with the weapon and although you're not a terrible shot you only want to fire this thing as a last resort. You didn't have room to hide extra bolts or a speed loader anywhere that wouldn't be obvious to the lightest of searches. And even if you did you really don't have the strength of arms to reload this sucker, especially in the middle of a pitched battle. Regardless, the weapon is taut and ready to fire at a moment's notice. And hopefully that moment does not come tonight.By the time you're prepared and psych yourself up, the sound of combat has grown much louder and closer. You throw up the hood of your cloak and let out a weary sigh. Let's rock.
You throw open the door and step out, aiming the weapon down both directions of the second story hallway. One of the more curious and brave noble ladies residing in the Maidenvault spies your weapon peeking out from your door and utters a loud squeak before slamming her door shut.Good. The less people see you the better.You don't exactly run – but you don't skulk either – down the hallway. A brisk walking pace really, your hands shaking in nervous anticipation.Upon reaching the grand staircase leading down to the 1st floor of the Maidenvault, the loud sounds of a nearby skirmish reach your ears. You point your weapon over the railing as your eyes drink in the sight of a lone swordsman sparring with two Lannister guardsmen – one of which is Tregar himself. A third guardsmen lays slumped upon the floor, a pool of blood seeping from out under his corpse.As you arrive and aim at the man slaughtering Cersei's men – gilded head to toe in heavy, shining plate – the longsword of the killer severs the head from the body of the unknown lannister soldier while his heavy steel shield strikes Tregar's helmet with such force that the captain stumbles backwards. Before you can properly react to the gore, the viscera and how this person managed to hack off a man's head in one clean swipe, Tregar tries to counterattack, still reeling from the shield bash and is rewarded for his efforts by having his hand lopped off.The Captain falls to the ground, screaming in agony, clutching his mutilated limb. Blood pours into a great pool from Tregar's stump and the other soldier's neck -- An offering to the Gods. Tregar's dismembered hand still clutches tight to his sword made of Lannister steel.The winner of this fight raises his sword, prepared to coup de grace Tregar and put the man out of his crippled agony . . .when his eyes flick up to you, spotting where you've only very recently taken up a firing position.Your hands tremble as his blue eyes meet yours and a smile graces his lips. He lowers the weapon slightly, granting Tregar a few more precious moments of life. He points a gauntleted finger up at you. “Oi! Bitch,” he addresses you in a . . . is that a Dutch accent? “You fire that fokking thing and you'll regret it.” >Shoot the son of a bitch>Interrogate at crossbow point (what do you ask?)>Tell him to back away from the still living guardsman>Put the crossbow down>Something else? (write-in)
>>483284>Dutch accentYeah shoot that son of a bitch
>>483284>What accent is that? Who in Westeros says "fokkin", honestly?
>>483284>Interrogate at crossbow point (what do you ask?)Who the fuck are you and why are you Dutch? Are you attacking the city? I WANT ANSWERS DAMMIT
>>483284>interrogateWhat the fuck is going on, Ninja?
>>483284>>Put the crossbow down
>>483284>>Interrogate at crossbow point (what do you ask?)who are you
Alright I think this is a great place to leave it. Will tally votes and write the next update when I wake up.
>>483299You've got some weird sleep/wake cycle, mah boi
>>483284>Interrogate at crossbow point (what do you ask?)>Tell him to back away from the still living guardsmanMills you have been a bad boy
>>483284>Interrogate at crossbow point (his dick size)
>>483284>Shoot the son of a bitchFooking dick
Mills, you fucking wild cunt!>>483284>Open fire
>>483423>ID: i+yyvSEx)SExMills having sex with mira confirmedAlso >>483423Dont be a cunt
>>483284>>Something else? (write-in)You're a future cunt aren't you?
>>483284>Interrogate at crossbow point (what do you ask?)Who the fuck are you and why are you doing this?
>>483284>Interrogate after putting the crossbow down
Guys I don't think Mira would give away that she is an Earthling so easily. That's kind of an important secret.Just ask him who he is and why he is here.
New to qst, how do you play these?
>>483738Find a quest you are interested in and lurk. Watch how people play to get a handle on it.
>>483738This>>483750But for the most part it's pretty easy. For most quests the QM will give a number of suggestions after each of his posts and there's usually an option to write in your own response. Pick one and post it. Oh, and don't trust any of those fags with names.
>>483898>Oh, and don't trust any of those fags with names.
>>483284>Put the crossbow down
>>483284>Interrogate at crossbow point (what do you ask?)"Care to explain why you've just killed and maimed these guards?"
>>484030"Care to explain why you're a faggot?"
>>483284> put the crossbow downHe is in full heavy plate armour, do you really think you can put him down with one shot?
>>484210That's rather what the whole point of a cross bow is for last I recalled...
>>484239Not with one shot..also not with a not obvious crossbow....even if itbworksbhe may still revenge murder us
>>484239Well you're not incorrect, but you need a siege crossbow to go through plate armor and even then you need to hit in a good angle or it'll just be deflected and you also need to use armor piercing bolts.
>>484239Now, if it's the same type of crossbow as Joffrey used, operating on a goats foot lever, it definately is better than your average hunting crossbow and would probably fuck up anyone using mail armor. However, the ones using that mechanism were around 300lbs draw weight. Proper siege crossbow with around 1000lbs draw weight vs plate armor looks something like this.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=76mbOMFjlu0
I think this crossbow could only kill him if we hit head on and he doesn't raise the shield.Plus...we have one bolt. Save it till we find out what he wants, worst comes to worst. We venom him as the liquid will seep through the armour and have him out of action
>>484311It needs to enter into blood circulation or eyes and he's got his visor on, so we'd have to be within sword range to use the perfume bottle. That is unless we coat the crossbow bolt with the poison, but as mentioned before, it is very unlikely that the crossbow will actually be able to go through his master crafted plate armour and padding.
>>484325>>484311>Wanting to kill mills.. >wanting to save velo's killer Wew
>>484325Also you got to know this is Mill we're talking about. He just want to fuck Elinor, this is a surprise he did this, he should have a good reason, but it's Mill so it could either way.
>>484341If it has a pussy, these cucks will do anything to service it.It's really quite infuriating and pathetic.
>>483284>Shoot the son of a bitchI can't afford to keep this guy around
>>484341We are playing in character, you mong
>>484370or, we mills 're actually trying to be in character, and this girl doesn't know who is and obviously would want to save herself
>>484341It's called playing a character, sures Mills is awesome and fuck this bitch. However we are playing as her now so play the damned part
>>483286>>483385>>483423>>484397Shoot this bitch>>483288>>483289>>483290>>483366>>483368>>483455>>483631>>484030Interrogate>>483366Back away>>483292>>483931>>484210Vested self-interest.jpeg
“Who are you?!” you demand, clenching the crossbow tight. “Ser Mills of The Three Hills,” he answers with a cocky gesture. “My Sigil is a big cock pissing out a flaming sword and my House words are “Fokk off With That Shit”!Great. This one sure is a keeper alright. You take a tentative step forward, still on the landing to the stairs with your crossbow aimed at him. He's not stupid and neither are you. Shooting him will not kill him unless you're damn fucking lucky. Tregar has curled into a ball by now and rolled over, still clutching his wound and wailing like a newborn babe. “That accent is foreign. Where are you from?” you phrase the question in a way to make sure this idiot not realize you're from Earth too.“Eh, I'm from somewhere you haven't heard of,” he shrugs off the question. You take a step down the stairs.“What are you doing?” you ask the big winner question. “Why have you attacked and slain these men?” You gesture slightly to the bodies with your crossbow.He guffaws. “Renly's taking the throne from that Cersei bitch. She thinks she's in charge but it's gonna be us now! Now, if you don't mind girlie, go back to bed so I can put this kaffir outta his misery.” He brings his sword back up into prime stabbing position. >Tell Ser Mills to back away from Tregar>Shoot>Ask more questions? (what?)>Move past>Something else? (write-in)
>>484633>While he's distracted, apply poison to our crossbow bolt
>>484633>Something else? (write-in)Get the heck out of dodge and evacuate Cersei
>>484633>>Something else? (get the hell away from here)run bitch
>>484638Seconding this.Hopefully, we don't lick the bolt after we applied poison on it.Also >Ask more questions? (what?)I may have heard about your land, lady. Is it where Tulips grows in wonderfull color ?
>>484633>Ask more questions? (what?)"How in the Seven Hells are you supposed to take the throne by killing a bunch of guardsman? What you think you'll just go on a rampage and people will just accept Renly as King? Joffery and Tommen are next up and even if you managed to kill them Stannis is next, not Renly. Did you even think this through?"
>>484633Run and alert the guards
>>484666>>484633Also yeah, probably should just run for it and get the VIPs out of here whilst alerting guards.
>>484633Run, take Cercei and Tyrion to Casterly Rock
>>484633King Renly and queen Loras! Sweet deal.>>484666This, have you ever heard of Tywin Lannister you idiot, he we roll over the lot of you.
>>484638>>484662Poison the crossbow>>484643>>484650>>484675>>484677>>484679>>484682Run bitch>>484666>>484696Are you retarded?
>>484643This, head for Cersei and bail
Fuck it. You lower the crossbow and bolt down the stairs as Ser Mills of the Three Hills plunges his sword into Tregar's neck, ending his life.You've made it down the steps to the first floor, your bare feet padding across the Maidenvault towards one of the fallen Lannister guards. Ser Mills casually retracts his sword from man flesh with a sickening, gurgling squelch. He grabs Tregar's crimson cloak and pulls it taut, lifting the deceased man slightly off the ground by the neck. The knight wraps the finely-crafted cloak around his sword and wipes the blade clean of its own crimson coloring.Arming yourself with the fallen guard's sword, Ser Mills gives you a funny look as you heft the weapon.“Hope you aren't getting any funny . . .” his words trail off as you stride in the opposite direction from where he stands amidst the bloody foyer.You use all the strength in your shoulder to tackle open the Maidenvault doors. As they swing outwards you turn around to see Ser Mills has started walking towards you, slightly confused. He's nowhere close enough to the doors yet though. Good. You slam the tall, carved double doors shut behind you with him still inside and slide the sword you're carrying in between the handles. You back away a few feet from the doors and watch them shake as he tries to open them. “The fokk?” he utters, attempting to open them again more forcefully this time.Then he begins shaking the doors violently. “Oi! You CUNT when I get out of here . . .”The end of his threat is too muffled for you to hear as you continue moving forward.You search around the keep listening to and sometimes glancing upon the various fights and skirmishes occurring all around the Red Keep. Lannister guards in red fighting men in black and yellow or green and gold. Tyrell and Baratheon colors. It's hard to tell in the dead of night which side has more men or which side is winning – and you think it best if you don't stick around to find out. >Head to the Tower of the Hand >Head to Maegor's Holdfast where the royal apartments are>Head to the Great Hall where the Iron Throne is>Head to The White Sword Tower where the Kingsguard live>Something else? (write-in)
>>484895>Head to Maegor's Holdfast where the royal apartments areFocus on getting Cersei and kids out. Kingsguard probably already knows.
>>484895>Head to Maegor's Holdfast where the royal apartments are
>>484895>Head to Maegor's Holdfast where the royal apartments areSeems like the sensible choice, Cersei can get the Kingsguard for us if need be
>>484895>Head to Maegor's Holdfast where the royal apartments areGotta secure the goods
>>484940Lies and propaganda
You trek your way towards Maegor's Holdfast – a castle-within-a-castle. Behind twelve feet thick walls and a dry moat lined with a bed of formidable iron spikes. The drawbridge that spans the moat is thankfully still lowered, allowing you to cross.. Although a Kingsguard member usually watches the bridge and currently its barren of any living or deceased bodies.You take your chance to stalk into the interior, through the great doors of the holdfast.Making your way down the hallways, you follow the sounds and noises of conflict towards where you believe the royal apartments are held.After enough traveling over plush carpets that tickle your toes and past extravagant tapestries which draw your eyes to their opulence, you happen upon a very . . . interesting but also terrifying scene.You quickly duck back around the corner and peek out. Thankfully none of the living legends see you.Ser Loras Tyrell stands beside Ser Barristan the Bold. Further down the hall facing them is Ser Jaime Lannister and Sandor Clegane. A few dead Tyrell guards lie dead betwixt the two groups of men. Clegane has his sword out and it is bathed in the blood of Reach men. Jaime has his own gilded longsword out as well – armored in his golden plate. Although his left arm is still in a sling from his injury a few weeks prior to The Mountain.“Please, Ser Jaime,” Loras pleads. “Stand down. I don't wish to –”“To what?!” The Kingslayer asks, rhetorically. Loras sighs. “You are still wounded from saving my life. It would not be honorable to slay you as you are.”“It would not be wise either. You've heard of the Reynes of Castamere? My father will rip every rose from your GARDEN if I perish. You know that. So you stand down.” “I promise you,” Loras continues. “No harm shall come to you or the royal family.”“I am of the Kingsguard,” Jaime replies. “I shall protect the Crown Prince and the Queen. As should you, Ser Barristan!” He takes a pointed look at the Lord Commander, his eyes projecting hatred at the betrayal. Barristan the Bold sighs out, the wear of his old age apparent in this one moment. He gestures with a rolled up scroll of parchment – a paper shield. “The King's words, Ser Jaime. He names Eddard Stark the Lord Regent and Protector of the Realm until King Joffrey comes of age. We merely seek to enact King Robert's final decree.”
Jaime smiles, gesturing between the two men facing him with an outstretched sword. “And yet, Lord Stark isn't the one taking the throne room. I see stags and roses before me – no [blure]wolves[/blue]. Did you confuse Renly with Eddard, Ser Barristan? Your eyesight must be deteriorating in your winter years, Commander.” “We are merely preempting your sister's attempt to wrest control of the Kingdom from the rightful ruler,” Loras qualifies. “By now the rookery has already sent a letter to Dragonstone informing Lord Eddard of his new position. Renly will hold the throne for him until his return. No longer than a few weeks!”Jaime frowns mockingly. “Merely preempting . . . ? Slaughtering our men and attempting to imprison the royal family for a supposed crime she has yet to commit?”“You are the one who ordered your men to resist,” Loras argues. “Resist treason, yes. I did order that.”“Please, Jaime. Some may mock your moniker, but I do not wish to slay a brother-in-arms,” Ser Barristan entreats.“Well do not fret, Ser Barristan,” Jaime falsely consoles. “I'll be the one forced to suffer that burden.” SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITAlright! A lot of things are about to go down right now. What's the plan here, Mira?>Convince Ser Barristan to stand down>Convince Ser Jaime to stand down>Shoot Loras in the back of his twink fucking head>Lie through your fucking teeth>Something else? (write-in)
>>485181I can't see anyway of doing anything without giving up Mira's 'I'm just a ordinary, unimportant handmaiden' role.
Now I'm Playing pokemon go. next update in a few hours at the least.
>>485181Step in between the two groups to buy time. These faggots probably won't hit a woman.
>>485181What do we currently have in our inventory?
>>485181>Convince Ser Jaime to stand downSer Jamie there a more of them on the way. If we do not yield we will eventually be over run. If they touch the royals your father will put the roses to the torch. The more we resist the worse this looks. How about this. We stand down if instead of holding us here the royals return to Casterly Rock. Surly no one here can object unless there is another motive
>>485181>Just walk awayLet's not blow our cover over this, we know that Will and Jaime were somewhat close and we don't know how much he knows about our role
>>485193Crossbow (1 bolt)Poison in a perfume bottleThat's pretty much it
>>485196gets my vote
>>485196Do this, no point in blowing our cover.
>>485196I'll agree to this ONLY if we don't walk away. We need to see the outcome of this from the shadows and file that information away for later.
>>485221I can agree to that
>>485221Do this as well, we need to see how this goes.
renly a shiet, stannis is the rightful ruler
Alright, since it was already expressed earlier as an interest and people are talking about it. I'll say the crossbow bolt is poisoned. You had the time to do so.
>>485221Supporting.Get ready, shit goes down we might have to shoot somebody
>>485181>>Shoot Loras in the back of his twink fucking headAnd then tell JamJam that Mills is with them and in full plate. (He did win the melee wearing no armour after all.)I don't see how this will blow our cover, just say that you are a capable handmaiden come to check up on your lady. If they asked you picked up the crossbow on the way, some guy died without having the chance to fire it. Oh by the way, can one of you big strong men reload this thing for me *bats eyelashes*.
>>485336We don't know Mira's stats, she might have a -30 malus on aiming rolls for all we knowOr we'd get a nat 1 and hit Jaime straight in his eye
>>485406I was thinking walk right up behind them.
Rolled 3 (1d6)>>485449
Rolled 6 (1d12)
Rolled 58 (1d100)>>485460
Rolled 10 (1d10)
>>485181Shoot that fucking twink, his death won't effect westeros anyways and Mira knows it
>>485221This please trickered
>>485196masturbate furiously.(I finally managed to get a post in lol)
>>485499This reasoning could've been sound before. Now that the timeline has gone fuck all, killing Loras might, and probably will, start a disastrous war between Lannisters and Tyrells.And even if seeing those cunts gut each other would be an immense pleasure for us, it's too risky a bet for Mira IC
>>485538Jaime's gonna die if we don't do shit and as a Lannister supporter she can't let that happen. Jaime is also the only person who can control Cersei on her worst
>>485194Convince jaime stand down>>485196>>485202>>485215>>485218>>485221Don't interfere>>485336>>485499Shoot Loras
Rolled 98, 3 = 101 (2d100)
Rolled 62, 45 = 107 (2d100)
Rolled 7, 55 = 62 (2d100)>>485548
>>485181>Shoot Loras in the back of his twink fucking headIf we don't let Cersei wrest control of the crown we lose our influence AND the predetermined timeline slips further away. This is the best answer, dam the consequences
>>485562This attack has happened, the timeline is buggered
>>485564Still, without Cersei in power we're literally a useless turd because the timeline has gone full retard
>>485567But thats in perspective of Mira.
>>485574And aren't we playing as her?
>>485580Mira is beyond fucked.Tips Mills Fan Fedora
>>485582Wew lad, at the fucking least you shouldn't pick suicidal options
“So there is no chance of preventing further bloodshed tonight?” Loras asks, tone full of regret.“Oh, there is.” Jaime replies. “Throw down your weapons and you'll both be executed tomorrow.” Loras sighs at Jaime's continued jests. He draws his blade – the grip is white leather with a rose of alabaster for the pommel.Ser Barristan draws his own blade, a much simpler affair. Jaime scoffs, while Sandor lowers his dog's head helmet. God, while one part of you is freaking out the other is practically drooling. This is pure cheesecake. Seconds of silence pass as the four of them tense. The hallway is not wide. No more than two armored men of their caliber could stand abreast. And in a sword fight, it will just become even more cramped.The men eye each other with the calculated stare of men used to battle and relying on taking in as much information as possible to survive.The silent, tense atmosphere is cut like a knife through butter by one simple, seemingly benign action.Jaime whistles. Clegane charges forward – the largest man among them. Loras raises his sword to block, but with the difference in strength and size it matters little. The parry is rebuffed and Loras's sword knocked aside by the monstrously huge man. The burned dog proceeds to shoulder check Loras into the wall. The Hound brings a gauntleted fist up and bashes him in the mouth, turning it into a red ruin as a few sparkling white teeth go flying and scatter across the marbled floor. Before another punch or a pulled dagger can end the Knight Of Flower's life, Barristan engages and draws The Hound's attention.Their swords clash, but Barristan's momentum is halted completely by the wall that is the smaller of the Clegane brothers. Loras falls to his knees, coughing up blood and Jaime moves forward to capitalize on the younger man's weakness.Jaime comes forward to slice Loras's head from his neck, but the Knight of Flowers has the instincts of a master soldier. Even at his weakest, when in so much pain, he manages to bring his sword up and block the one-handed attack. Loras's blade scrapes against Jaime's as he Rises up in a lunge with an underhanded cut. Knocking The Kinglsayer's blade high, he brings hisweapons back around and slams the flat of the blade into Jaime's wounded left arm. The golden-haired knight winces. He staggers back and attempts to counter. But his blade is once again knocked to the side and is rewarded once more with Loras bashing the broken limb with his flamboyant weapon.Clegane pushes Ser Barristan back and you recoil slightly as sparks fly from the subsequent clashes of steel. The older knight is forced to retreat as Clegane presses his advantages – mainly those of youth, strength and size. Their skills on par as Barristan parries every deadly swing with the efficiency of a man who knows skill is the only thing keeping him relevant in a sea of much younger combatants.
Jaime is disarmed easily, still reeling from his weakness being exploited twice in a row so quickly. Knocked off-balance, Jaime falls upon his ass and reaches for a dagger at his hips with his good hand. Loras's boot comes down upon the fingers with a sickening crunch. As Jaime wails, Loras shifts his metal shoe to rest painfully on Jaime's wrist – causing him to let go of the dagger for Loras to swat aside with his sword. You squeak as a kick from Clegane sends Barristan tumbling so far backwards he passes the corner you're huddling behind with your crossbow. You lock eyes with the older knight and that momentary distraction confuses The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard just long enough for the Hound to slam a blow into his side.Barristan crumples – not even stabbed by the Hound's deadly weapon. The sheer force of such a blow reverberates off his white plate and knocks the wind out of the old man, perhaps even breaking a rib. Barristan loses his grip upon his sword as he falls. The Hound strides right by you, noticing your presence instantly, but his hateful stare dares you to interfere. You definitely don't dare.His enemy now prone, Sandor raises his sword in preparation for the killing blow – a stab right through the visor of the defeated kingsguard. “Stop!” Loras shouts the command. The Hound spares a moment to glance behind him. The tip of Loras's sword pressed right against Jaime's neck. Loras spits out a glob of blood from his fucked up mouth. “Yield or your master dies.”“Kill them both Cle– AHHH” Jaime's seething order is cut off prematurely by Loras grinding his boot into Jaime's wrist. Sandor looks back to Barristan. Perhaps Barristan could have exploited the lapse in the Hound's attention, but he doesn't. Maybe such a move would have been dishonorable. Or maybe his age and the wounds he recently suffered have caught up to him. You can't tell and you don't really care. All that matters is that he lies there, defenseless, shaking and mute.Sandor weighs the dilemma over in his head. “We have the Red Keep by now,” Loras reasons with the giant. “You kill us, the Kingslayer dies and so do you the moment you step out of the holdfast. You yield now and Lord Tywin rewards you for your loyalty once he gets his son back.” Sandor chews his lip. He breathes out, the exhaustion of the melee catching up to him. Sandor's eyes roam the bend in the hallway until they fall upon you, still hidden round the corner. Loras can only see the back of Sandor's head. But you – you get to see his face. His raised eyebrows. The subtle nod of his head behind him. The questioning stare in his eyes as he looks from your face to your crossbow and then back up to your eyes. “THROW DOWN YOUR BLADE CLEGANE!” Loras's shout is shrill in its demand, the lull of indecision angering him. >Shake your head furiously>Shoot Loras Tyrell>Something else? (write-in)
>>485592>>Shoot Loras Tyrellshe has to
>>485592>Shoot Loras TyrellFuck you twink
>>485592>Shoot Loras TyrellThem run away.Dont stay to answer questions
>>485592>>Shoot Loras TyrellFinally! Aim for the center of mass, even if it doesn't peirce hopefully it will give Jams a chance to escape.
>>485592>Shoot Loras TyrellNo contest....though uuuh if we missHow about we get and and hold him at gun point?
>>485592>Shoot Loras In His Twink HeadThe DC better be DAMN high.
>>485590How about we try to use the perfume poison instead?
Rolled 24 (1d100)test
>>485599>>485592Better idea.Hold Loras at gun point, Bach him off use charisma it's Miras best stat. Her aim may run on averages, if we miss this goes really wrong talk him back. The fight is over
>>485604Not sure how that would work, he has Jaime on his sword end. He knows he'll die anyways if the hound decides fuck it and proceed to butcher everyone in the hall
>>485605We're playing to his chivalry side. Also we're better at bluffing than shooting. He'll buy it because women and honour. If he refuses then we can try to shoot him.Try first since our shooting rolls will likely be averages
Roll me 3d100 + 10, haha:^) of 3. This is a crossbow check
Rolled 31, 33, 50 = 114 (3d100)
Rolled 65, 28, 22 + 10 = 125 (3d100 + 10)>>485610You faggot
Rolled 94 + 10 (1d100 + 10)>>485610
I misspoke. I meant 1d100 + 10, haha:^) of 3. >>485614This counts.You might want to not roll the last two.
Rolled 100 + 10 (1d100 + 10)>>485616Rolling
Rolled 88 (1d100)Don't tell me what to do
>>485617RIP FUCKING TWINK
>>485617Alright, choice is up to you guys.>Shoot to Splatter>Shoot to Wound>Shoot the Sword
>>485617Renly's gonna have a blast with this one.
>>485620Eyeshot, our bolt is poisoned anyways so he's gonna die boi
>>485620>Shoot the sword
>>485620Shoot the Sword I think, since that clearly has the least negative repercussions.
>>485620>shoot the sword
>>485620Man we're gonna be rewarded well by the Lannnisters
Remember that the bolt is covered in deadly poison and the smallest scratch will kill him
>>485620>Shoot the SwordSo long as it knocks him too.Now we have 2 hostages instead of 1
>>485620Shoot the sword, convince that they be spared due to diplomatic reasons. Escape with the royal family.
>>485620>Shoot to SplatterYou already said the fucking bolt was poisoned.
>>485620>>Shoot the Sword
>>485638Since when did writing means wanking
>>485698Ever since GRRM started writing Winds of Winter.
Crap crap crap. “Clegane, this is the last time –”You spin around the corner, the stock of the crossbow braced against your breast. Loras squints his eyes upon spying your form, your sudden appearance leaving him speechless.You don't want to be responsible for killing Loras Tyrell. Might make you a scapegoat to be thrown to the wolves – well roses – if the Lannisters need a patsy. And seeing as how this crossbow bolt you're about to loose is slathered in a fast acting, irreversible poison – there aren't many targets you can shoot that won't simultaneously preserve Loras and save Jaime. There is one, however. You pull the trigger and the loud thrum of the bolt's release startles you. The sound of its flight is quickly replaced with a PING as, against all odds, your shot rings true.Loras utters an 'AH' that is more full of surprise than actual pain as his arm jolts backwards, sword flung from his grasp. The crossbow bolt recoils harmlessly. The Knight of Flowers stumbles at the ambush. The removal of the foot from Jaime's wrist is all the impetus he needs to raise it up, grab Loras by the ankles while he's still staggered, and pull with all the might he can muster in his broken hand.Loras loses his balance completely and, in a very non-heroic fashion, falls to the floor. He collapses in a crash of fallen plate and utters a noise of discomfort. “Watch him!” Clegane gruffly orders with a gesture to Ser Barristan as he stalks towards the prone figure of Loras Tyrell.You stand there holding an unloaded crossbow in a futile attempt to menace the experienced fighter into staying down. Thankfully, all he deigns to do is sit up against the back wall. Barristan looks into your eyes as Sandor goes about disarming Loras and aiding Jaime back to his feet.You start to feel uncomfortable as the old man's sad, blue eyes bore into you like two pinpoint lasers.He eventually speaks. “Well shot,” he commends.You chuckle and feel your cheeks go a bit red. God, you're like a schoolgirl getting praise from the teacher. “T-thanks,” you accept.As Jaime stands up, the sounds of many men marching in unison begin to echo down the halls. You tense, ready to book it for Cersei's room at a moment's notice . . . when you spy the man at the front who turns the corner at the other end of the hall.Tyrion Lannister – Hand of the King. Proceeded by at least a dozen goldcloaks and two members of the Kingsguard as well as one Lannister guardsman. Relief sinks into your flesh. He storms forward with a stride of purpose, anger etched into his features as if this whole debacle was merely meant to cause him grief.“In the Name of King Robert – who still yet breathes – as Hand of the King, I command all of you to lay down your arms.” Tyrion spies you. He glances back to one of the Kingsguard.“That girl has a crossbow. Ser Preston: Seize her,” Tyrion orders.
You're feeling slightly less relieved now. You place the crossbow on the ground and hold your hands up. The short, blonde member of the Kingsguard approaches you and restrains your arms. Thankfully he isn't too harsh, still possessing some manner of honor and chivalry.Tyrion finally gets a full view of the whole scene. Loras and Barristan on the ground, Jaime clutching his 'good' hand to his chest. Dead Tyrell guards and teeth scattered across the floor. “Alright,” Tyrion begins. “Ser Mandon, where is Ser Arys?” The lifeless, corpse-like kingsguard answers the Hand's question. “Guarding the King, Lord Hand.” Tyrion rolls his eyes. “Morrec, bring me Ser Arys. Tell him the King is dying and no guardian will save him now.”The sole Lannister guard nods before heading off back the way the procession of troops came. “Sweet brother?” Tyrion asks, mock pleasantries alive in his voice. “What mishap befell your other hand.” Jaime gestures to his two defeated adversaries. “Treason. An attempt to seize the royal children.” “Treason?” Tyrion investigates, stretching the word like it was a complex puzzle. His eyes dart to Ser Barristan. “I find it hard to believe Barristan the Bold would betray the royal family.” Barristan weakly lifts his paper shield. “The King's words, Lord Hand.” He offers it out to the Imp, who waddles over and snatches it up. He rolls out the scroll, studying the words written upon it carefully. After his eyes scan the document that makes up the Last Will and Testament of Robert Baratheon, he quickly rolls it back up.“How lucky for Lord Stark,” Tyrion dryly comments. “Now help elucidate me on a certain point of confusion I am struggling with. Why are some seventy-odd men currently lying deceased strewn about the Red Keep? Lannisters, Baratheons and Tyrells killing each other because a Stark was declared Lord Regent?”“Odd, isn't it?” Jaime critiques. “I'm sure Renly would give up the seat to Lord Stark upon his return. Power like that never goes to a man's head.” Tyrion scoffs. “Ser Jacelyn, escort Ser Loras and Ser Barristan to the Traitor's Walk. Ser Mandon, accompany our mutual brother to the Grand Maester. Hound,” Sandor fixes Tyrion with a hateful stare. Tyrion merely smiles up at him. “Return to Prince Joffrey and assure the royal family that they are safe and the danger has passed.” The gold cloaks apprehend the prisoners and march them out. Sandor Clegane stalks off back to his guard dog position somewhere deeper in Maegor's Holdfast. And Ser Mandon follows behind Jaime, cold and stiff. Soon, just you, Tyrion and Ser Preston remain in the hallway.Tyrion stares at you, appraising your worth as a . . . person? You can't help but gulp under the scrutiny. “Bring her to my chambers. I have questions.”
“So,” Tyrion reiterates, laying out the evidence upon his own table. “A relatively unknown courtier of noble birth is found skulking around during a bloody skirmish for control of the Seven Kingdoms with a crossbow and a bottle of poison!” He gestures to the perfume bottle while announcing the damning combination of facts. “I am sure Pycelle would love to hear you've stolen from him. However, your brave attempt to halt the slaying of my elder brother gives me some cause for staying my hand. So tell me, Mira of House . . . ”“House Towers, my Lord,” you feed him the lie for the tenth time in the past hour, despite knowing he is keenly aware of the House you've mentioned over and over again..“Tell me, Mira Towers, . . . what is going on?”>Lie. Out. Your. Ass.>Come Semi-Clean>Tell the Truth >Something else? (write-in)
Going to bed niggas. See you in 4 to 7 hours.
>>485723>>Come Semi-CleanOnly that Cersei's paranoia rubbed off on us and we procured a crossbow and poison just in case of something crazy happening. Looks like it worked out.Otherwise we are still unimportant handmaiden.
>>485723>Lie. Out. Your. Ass.
>>485723>Tell the Truth
>>485728Supporting this, don't tell him of earthly shit. Just say that the queen's paranoid habits got on to you
>>485726>>485728>>485731>>485759>>485761>>485764Half-truth>>485729>>485737>Lie. Out. Your. Ass.>>485736Tell the truth
“Well, my Lord,” you begin, “As you may be aware I am one of your sister's handmaidens. I attend the Queen.” “Her lady-in-waiting!” Tyrion declares jovially. Taking a seat behind his desk, he pulls a bottle of wine out from beneath it. You pause as he removes the cork and begins pouring out two glasses of the red liquid. As the duration of the silence persists, he looks up to you and nods expectantly, urging you to continue.You blink rapidly for a few seconds as you recall your next line. “And, well . . . Queen Cersei and I . . . speak. Oftentimes for long hours about various . . . happenings.” Tyrion nods, putting away the bottle and taking a sip of his wine. He pushes the second glass towards you. “Are you saying the Queen ordered you to rob the Grand Maester of his poisons and procure a crossbow?”“No!” you shout. You inwardly curse your outburst as it draws a queer look from the Hand of the King. “Queen Cersei just speaks often of . . . enemies and plotters lurking in the shadows, waiting for a moment of weakness to strike. She is very protective of her royal children, your nephews and niece, Lord Tyrion. Her concern for them extends to wanting them safe from the . . . realities of this city.”Tyrion chuckles. “I am certain her concern for the precariousness of her position has nothing to do with it. So she spoke to you of her concerns and . .”“And I was . . . swept up by the honesty, intensity and fright in the Queen's words. I was convinced treachery would abound and as such procured means to defend myself during such a betrayal – as well as the Queen! Which is why I was heading to her apartments during Lord Renly's coup.”“Feel free to drink Mira,” Tyrion gestures to the wine laid out before you like a gift. “Unless you don't partake."Tyrion taps his fingers upon his goblet, feigning being in deep thought. You know the game he's playing. He's trying to make you squirm, quite aware of whatever bomb he's about to drop on you. The tapping of his finger does set an uneasy rythym to the growing pain in the back of your skull. "Forgive me, I my have been under a false impression. As far as I am aware you are one of the maids my sister speaks with the least. I would imagine Senelle would be my sister's confidant in such matters as paranoid delusions of state. How close are you to my sister, Lady Mira?” You suppress all signs of body language and facial ticks as best you can at that leading question. He couldn't possibly be aware of . . . shit, you try to read his face but it is so inscrutable as he takes another big gulp of sweet alcohol.>Drink some of the wine>AbstainAND>Not that close>Very close>We're lovers>Something else? (write-in)
>>487014>Drink some of the wine>Relatively close, as of late
>>487014>Drink some of the wineYou have just been through a traumatic experience, you need this.>Something else? (write-in)Consider yourself forgiven Lord Tyrion, afterall it is not like you are in the maidenvault often. (er, Cersei does go there sometimes rather than them coming to her right?)
>>487014>Drink some of the wine>We're lovers
>>487014masturbate furiously to images of Sansa getting laid.
>>487014>Drink>Very closeDo you have a MC that's not into homosex tricky?
>>487046I'll actually support this because I doubt he'll think we're serious and then will buy what we say next
>>487055Alan Rodain of Lost Island Quest.He's so not gay he has TWO girlfriends.
>>487014>Drink some of the wine>Something else? (write-in)>"Close enough to talk about menstruation pains."That should make him drop the subject.
>>487014>>Drink some of the wine>Something else? (write-in)"She occasionally 'partakes' in me, both otherwise we don't talk all that much. It may be a way of her venting which is why I imagine she sometimes tells me of her worries. I do try to keep my mouth shut about that Lord Tyrion so if you don't mind me asking please don't spread that around."
>>487014>>Drink some of the wine>We're loversfuck it
>>487025>>487055Pretty close senpai>>487039>>487046>>487058 (proxyfag)>>487074>>487075Lovers>>487034>>487065Not that closeWriting!
If Jaime finds out Cersei has been lezzing it out, you know whose ass he is going to come for in order to get even?
>>487130Cersei? You don't say no to Cersei as her Handmaiden. He should know that. It's not really Mira's fault.
>>487139No, it's gonna be will's. He's going to have to level the playing field with gay sex of his own.
>>487154Oh when you said ass you meant literally.Hah.
You pick up the goblet that Tyrion offered you and drink deeply before formulating your next sentence. Y'know what? Fuck it.“We're lovers,” you state plainly to the Imp. He lowers his goblet and stares at you intensely, thrown off by your sudden declaration.When he finally processes exactly what you have spoken and that it was said truthfully without a hint of jest, he begins to chuckle. Tyrion finishing his glass of wine in one long, continuous gulp.“That's . . . quite the . . . well, it can't be denied that my sister is beautiful,” Tyrion finally settles upon.“No it cannot,” you agree, trying to keep the wistfulness out of your voice as you take another sip of your own liquid courage.“Horning the King is a crime, however. Although I believe that may be due to concerns over the parentage of the children. So I believe this would merely be considered poor form.” “You believe I could have said no?” you ask, honestly.“You expect me to believe you wanted to?” he retorts. “I've seen the state of your wardrobe, Lady Mira. Fine silks, dreamwine. Cersei is quite generous of herself to those confidants she wishes to keep close.“ . . . Please don't spread this information," you plead. “Spread it?” he echoes your request with an incredulous smirk. “If I spread it how could I possibly blackmail you, my lady? To be fair, I was going to blackmail you regardless but its nice to know you will make a finer spy than I possibly could have hoped.”He takes the freshly emptied glass from your unresponsive hand and fills it anew before proffering it back to you. You reluctantly grab it, your grip tight an unsteady. “Obey my sister. Stay close to her side. Keep her trust. Pleasure her whenever she requires.”“Well, its more that she pleasures –” “I don't wish to hear the details,” Tyrion interrupts you shaking a hand. “Simply keep faith with me as you do it. I want to know what Cersei's doing. Where she goes. Who she sees. What they talk of. Everything.">Yes, My Lord>Yes, My Lord (Lying)>I can't do that>Lay your cards on the table>Something else? (write-in)
>>487251>Yes, My Lord (Lying)We'll choose what information flows.
>>487251>Lay your cards on the tablefuck it
>>487251>Yes, My Lord (Lying)
>>487264You want to admit to being an Earthling to Tyrion which basically admits you tried to have his friend Will killed?Not a great plan.
>>487251>Yes, My Lord (Lying)Stop making us play as faggots and dykes, Trick.
>>487267hence the ''fuck it'', also the vote clearly isn't going that way so I dunno why you bothered
>>487269>making you>Have Velo fuck Benjen>Choose to not play Raina when you had the chance
>>487288but actually guys. Y'all are retarded faggots. But then, I'm posting on /qst/ too.
>>487251>Yes, My Lord
Someone roll a bluff check please 1D100
“Yes, my lord,” you lie to the Dwarf. You'll tell him exactly what he needs to know to keep the city safe from Stannis Baratheon and nothing more. A knock upon the door interrupt your scheming and causes both of you to look up. “Come in, Morrec,” Tyrion announces, granting his servant entry. The lone Lannister guard you saw before enters, followed by a comely, yet morose member of the kingsguard. The sad aura about his person confirms what the news is before either of them has a chance to speak.“Lord Hand,” Morrec begins, a somber note in his voice. “King Robert Baratheon has just passed away.”
Rolled 14 (1d100)>>487429>Meet Ser Davos yourself>Practicing the spear
Rolled 72 (1d100)>>487429>Let Captain Meet with him>Been working on lute skills as well as recovering any lost physical stats from the sleep poison.
Rolled 24 (1d100)>>487429
Rolled 84, 85, 63 = 232 (3d100)The journey to Duskendale was five days by wagon. There in the port town, you paid the ship captain of the Shining Light five gold dragons to escort your group and all the supplies you carry to Dragonstone on very short notice. Allowed to roam free on the cramped cog due to your generous patronage, you stand on the top deck watching the craggy island crawl closer and closer to your position as the waves rocked the boat. The two day journey is almost complete, but it seems your two-day sea voyage will not conclude without some complication.Maybe an hour left until you arrive, a large war galley flying the sigil of the Onion Knight himself sails out to 'greet' your own ship. The name Black Betha is engraved upon its hull.Captain Semar begins to panic slightly. This is an unusual occurrence for a random fishing vessel to be halted far from port by the Lord's own ship knight extraordinaire.>Meet Ser Davos yourself>Let the Captain handle thingsAND>What have you been doing the past week? (write-in)AND>Roll me a constitution check, best of 3
Rolled 50 (1d100)>>487429>Meet Ser Davos yourself>sketching concepts from earth (namely cannons and blackpowder)>trying to wrap our head around them (we have some knowledge of alchemy and siege engines)>seeing if we can materialize them in westeros
Rolled 72 (1d100)>>487429>Meet Ser Davos yourself>What have you been doing the past week? (write-in)Learning how to fight with the spear
>>487437>>Meet Ser Davos yourself>What have you been doing the past week? (write-in) spear training
Rolled (1d00)>>487429>Let the Captain handle thingsUnless you are needed. Which you won't be. Can we have a prophesy off with that fool in Stannis' court?>What have you been doing the past week? (write-in)Fishing and writing sad songs about rotten luck and fallen favour.
Rolled 59 (1d100)>>487437
Thankfully, despite your weakened state from the poison – apparently you don't have a problem with the tossing and turning of the oceans. Seasickness doesn't seem to be an issue for you despite these old timey type boats. You've even found yourself growing stronger each day. Now you are in as perfect a conditions as you'll ever be. Grasping Captain Semar by the shoulder as he flitters about, rushing this way and that in a mad dash to ensure his ship's perfection by the time Stannis's pet smuggler arrives.“Captain, let me handle the negotiating,” you console the man. He squints at you oddly, but it seems some part of him is desperate to be relieved of the nervousness brought on by how unsure he is of the exact specifics of the situation.With that prospect of entreating with the former smuggler removed, it is like a weight is lifted from his shoulders. He reverts to his usual authoritative captaining. The sailors douse the sails and lay the anchor out to halt the ship as Black Bessa drifts beside your own vessel before halting.You spy Ser Davos from where you stand – his brown eyes hardened flecks as he peers with the imperious posture of a man molded by the harsh mistress that is the sea. Every captain is the King of his own ship and despite Seaworth's commoner origins, he can summon a regal demeanor upon his ever rocking throne.A boarding plank is lowered between your two vessels and Davos strides across – attended by two much younger men. All three are armed, but they don't seem particularly hostile. Both Bronn and Chiggen notice you heading over to meet the as-of-yet non-hostile boarders and rush to be by your side in an attempt to help solidify your own status. Thankfully, you're still wearing the scaled armor adorned with your House's Sigil – having only recently finished the day's martial practice.You lock gazes with Seaworth as the two of you meet upon the edge of the Shining Light.He sticks out a hand. “Ser Davos Seaworth, Lord of the Rainwood and Admiral of the Narrow Sea.”“William of House Shakespeare,” you respond, shaking his hand.“Well, that sure makes this easy,” the man to the left of Davos comments in an Australian accent, eliciting laughs from his other compatriot to Davos's right. “Grab your stuff and hop on board. Lord Stannis and his red sheila wanna give ya a bloody earbashing.”Davos looks to the man on his left, scowling. “How do you know?”“His name's William Fuckin' Shakespeare. He's our guy. Let's shoot through.”The Australian turns round and walks back up the boarding plank to Black Bessa.Davos and the other man are left staring at your posse, awkwardly.> . . . Sure, I'll pack my stuff> . . . Um, no?> I have a few questions (what?)>Something else? (write-in)Taking a Break
>>487606>Black Bessa>Made the mistake twiceIt is Black Betha
> I have a few questions (what?)Ask where the Australian is from and comment on his accent, if he's receptive, ask his name. We could always use more friends.
Rolled 20 (1d69)>>487606Rolling to seduce
>>487606>> I have a few questions (what?)"Woah hang on Aussie. Why is Stannis going to give me a earbashing? I really, REALLY don't want to end up in another cell."
>>487606> . . . Sure, I'll pack my stuff
>>487606> . . . Sure, I'll pack my stuff>Also ask if the red shelia is rather upset or if she's just having a conniption fit from everyone.
>>487615>>487606I don't talk like that Trick, I don't use meme words.Unless I'm a bogan convict? then I'm okay with this.
>>487606> . . . Sure, I'll pack my stuffTell the aussie that The guy who won the melee at the tourney of the hand is a filthy yarpie
>>487615>Woah hang on AussieHow about no.>>487606Yeah, na cunt. How about you answer a few questions first, I don't want to end up in another cell.
“Woah, Aussie!” you call out, causing the Australian to turn round, confusion on his face. If it was you on that narrow plank of wood, precariously balanced between two ships over salt water, you wouldn't be standing so easy. But this guy stands there confidently, like he's on solid land. “Why is Stannis going to give me an earbashing? I really, REALLY don't want to end up in another cell.”“Another cell? What were your crimes?” Davos asks, arms folded over his chest to establish censure. However, his face betrays him with the smallest of smirks upon his lips.“Angering a queen,” you answer pithily. Davos can't help but laugh as does his right hand man. “So before I get thrown in another one could you inform me about what I've done to earn an 'earbashing' from Stannis. Have I upset him or the Red 'Shiela'?” The earthling laughs. “Ya must be a yank. Mate, ear bashing's slang for nonstop talking. Red Shiela wants ya for the . . . for future things, right? Let's talk in private, mate. Don't want to spook the blokes around here.” The Australian finishes crossing back to his ship and you inform your guards to bring across everything they can safely carry, save the horses and the wagon. Davos, caught a bit off guard from some of the words you two were using and your seemingly familiar chat, still manages to get his wits about him and assure you he'll reunite you with your steeds -- and if for some reason he is unable to – he'll supply you with replacements. Your fears assuaged you cross over, taking much longer navigating the plank, carefully ensuring you don't lose your balance and tip ass over teakettle into the drink.The Shining Light unfurls its sails and continues on to Dragonstone unmolested. Meanwhile, Davos's second – which happens to be his third eldest son, Mathos Seaworth – spins the wheel to bring Black Betha back around to port.
Inside the officer's cabin of the Australian, Raina and yourself sit across from the jovial man.He points to Raina. “Sheila's from Earth as well?” The two of you nod together. “I'm William Shakespeare and this is Raina.” “Charmed. I'm Mannis. Adviser to Stannis.” He reaches across his desk to shake your hands simultaneously.You roll your eyes while Raina giggles. “So,” Mannis starts. “Ya might be wonderin' how I knew you were comin'. Well, it starts with me fuckin' up. I told Stannis that Eddard Stark was going to die in King's Landing. Now, Eddard Stark ends up showing up with his kids and his direwolves about a week ago. Stannis gets as cross as a frog in a sock at my fuck up – he's about ready to have his Red Sheila roast me like a shrimp on the barbie. Thankfully, Melisandre has a vision. She goes 'Oi Mate, a shining light will guide us to the spearhead of our victory'. And here you are. William fuckin' Shakespeare.”A second of silence passes between you two as you digest the man's story.“Are ya the real William Shakespeare?” he asks and from what you can tell by his tone of voice he is not joking. This is a legitimate question he is asking you.>No>Actually, I'm Velo>Yes I amAND>Ask questions (write-in)
>>487869>I am Velo>which meme vulture are you
>>487869>>No>>Actually, I'm Velo>Ask questions (write-in)how long have you been here and how the hell did you become an advisor
>>487869>Actually, I'm VeloLet's not add another layer of confusion
>>487874Supporting this.(staniss must have a really low standart for advisors)
>>487873Btw trick I'm not a proxyfag I'm this guy>>487626 just changed wi fi connections
>>487877Not a proxifag btw,just on the phone.
>>487869"The original William Shakespeare was a balding british man with dark hair and brown eyes."
>>487869>>Actually, I'm Velo>>Is your sister a transsexual?Or are you the shitposter
>>487884supporting this too
Rolled 64, 14, 22 = 100 (3d100)>>487873>>487874>>487876>>487877>>487879>>487885I am Velo.Rolling willpower save for Raina.All questions poised will be answered.
We should ask the aussie how much money he's made since he came here.
Rolled 73, 62, 24 = 159 (3d100)>>487901 rolling reflex save for dodging Raina's upcoming slaps
>>487908>go check on Raina>"I didn't trigger you, did I?"
“Actually I'm Velo,” you tell Mannis. Mannis's eyes light up while Raina suddenly possesses a look of horror upon her visage. “I loved your quest, mate!” Mannis declares.“YOU'RE VELO?! LIKE THE VELO WHO WROTE THAT SHITTY QUEST WITH THOSE ABSOLUTE NON-CHARACTERS FEATURING THAT GARY STU OF AN MC?!” Raina shouts.“It wasn't that bad! Lay off the bloke, ya slag,” Mannis argues.She turns to him. “You're legitimately defending the line 'put a baby in her cunt'?”Mannis shrugs. “I didn't mind it.”“I can't . . . believe . . .” Raina trails off as she puts a hand to her head, wobbling in place. For a second you're afraid she's about to faint. But suddenly she bolts up from her chair and flees from the room. The two of you watch her as she runs away, but you both just shrug it off after her footsteps fade into the background. “How long have you been here?” you inquire, turning back to Mannis.“Either right before or . . . right after Jon Arryn died. I don't precisely know. Washed up here on Dragonstone coughing me bleeding lungs out in the nuddy.”“And how did you become an adviser to Stannis Baratheon?”He shrugs. “Red God this, future prophecy that. 'In the fire I see a red sheila coming to guide you. Azor Ahai. Incest shenanigans. Told him of some future events too, but seems that's all porky now. Thanks to you.” >Ask more questions>Go check on Raina>Something else? (write-in)
>>487908>Ask more questionsHave you met any other anons out here, I've found a few.So are you stannis's side? Not getting rid of the red cunt?
>>487910>>Go check on Raina
>>487910>Something else? (write-in)You made any... "innovations" yet?
>>487917Oh, also>>Go check on Raina
>>487910>>487912this Raina is just sea sick
>>487912Why would you wanna get rid of her? She's useful and on our side.
>>487921I'm asking him why he didn't. I wanted to find out his goal
>>487910You didn't, um, tell him about the white walkers?
Rolled 67 (1d100)I'm watching a stream now. Votes will remain open for some time.This is a roll for the deal with Stannis with obsidian.
>>487909>>487913>>487919Check on Raina>>487912>>487917>>487920>>487926Ask more questionsFuck talking to Raina.Writing finally!
“Have you met any other anons out there? I've found a few.” “Nah you're the first bloke I've seen. Figured someone else out there had to be changing shit. I was gobsmacked when Eddard showed up. Paranoia got me thinking I did some sort of butterfly effect type bullshit. Like I killed a fish and that changed the whole series.”You chuckle at that. “Takes something a bit more drastic than that to see the change so soon. So, are you on Stannis's side?” your probe.He leans back in response to that question as if he honestly hadn't considered or pondered about it until you brought it to his attention this very moment. He studies the ceiling of his cabin before shrugging.“Eh, sure. Bloke's a bit of a humorless cunt. Doesn't sink the piss. Can't believe he would even have a naughty. But he's not a fuckin' degenerate piece of shit like half the other wannabe kings.”He looks you in the eyes, much more confident now. “Yeah, I support Stannis.” “Not planning to get rid of the red cunt?” “The Red Sheila?! Nah, mate. Shadow assassination. Too useful to throw that away. Even if she only does it, what, twice?”You nod your head to verify his assumption. She births two shadow assassins throughout the course of the novels. “Did you tell Stannis about the White Walkers?” “Yeah, actually!” He leans forward again, a bit of energy in his movements as if he remembers some grand victory. “Some Night's Watch blokes came down looking to mine and transport obsidian. I told Stannis about The Great Other and that the Red God's eternal nemesis yadda yadda – the jist is the cunt said yes. Night's Watch is transporting builders and materials back and forth between Eastwatch-by-the-Sea and Dragonstone. Stannis is even paying some of the commoners to mine that shit. The Night's Watch should be staffed with enough obsidian for every man by the time those frigid shits show their ugh faces.” Sounds like your preparations against the White Walkers are coming together. “Made any innovations?” you query, excitement running an undercurrent in your voice. “Hmmmm, nah don't think so.” >More questions? >Get to Dragonstone already>Something else? (write-in)
>>487985>Get to Dragonstone already
>>487985>go to Dragonstone
Oh, we should probably bring the spear to the meeting. Let Stannis have a gander of it and whatnot.
>>487985>Asking an Australian if he was innovativeAs an Australian this sickens me. Also>Get to Dragonstone already
>>487985How close are you to the priestess and stannis, really?
>>487014Lol'ing at the >We're lovers option, I can only imagine how that would've gone>...Really.>Oh, yeah. Totally gay for each other. Gay as CRAP.>...My *sister.* >Ha ha, yep, me and her, totally like this *crossing fingers*>You know, I've heard rumors of her... activities, but I must admit this is a first. It almost beggars belief.>Well, uh... she, um... oh, yeah, she likes me to dress up as Jaime as we do it.>Oh, really? I didn't think she'd be that... casual, about that rumor.>Did I say Jaime I'm sorry it's the wine I meant J.C, the bard by the pub. WOW is it hot in here, haha>...And you'd swear to that?>Oh yeah I totally swear to dear God please don't kill me I don't want to die
>>489126Oh geez we actually did this.That's what I get for not paying attention lmao
>>487985>>More questions?How did you end up in Stannis's service? You seem to have done pretty well for yourself considering you awoke naked on a beach.>Get to Dragonstone alreadybut really
“How close are you to Stannis and the priestess, really?” you investigate.“Well Stannis is proper mad at me and I think Melisandre sees through the follower of R'hllor act – but I'm not roasting on a pyre yet so she sees something useful about me! You too, maybe.”You sigh. “I guess we'll just have to see.”. . .Black Betha glides gracefully into port some few leagues closer to the main castle of Dragonstone than where the rest of the ships are docked. You spy a small port town with a harbor packed full of ships – remembering that Stannis refused to let any leave as he planned his ascendancy. A pang of regret pierces your breast for Captain Semar and his poor crew you've left stranded on an island where prostitution is outlawed by the very same lord who will soon commandeer their vessel. The Dragonmont – a huge volcano responsible for the existence of where Lord Stannis makes the seat of his power – looms overhead. Grey steam rises from its tip and as you near, the smell of sulfur and brimstone permeate the environment. Davos and Mannis escort you off the ship while Matthos attends to mooring it. Bronn, Chiggen and Raina go about offloading the equipment you don't carry with you and hashing out the issue of retrieving your horses.You hike uphill, stalking behind your two guides as you approach the fortress. Carved completely out of black stone via a long lost Valyrian technique for masonry – the towers sculpted in facsimiles of dragons cut an imposing figure that projects the feeling of impregnability. Gargoyles watch overhead as you pass through three separate curtain walls. Davos guides you to the Stone Drum – Dragonstone's central keep. He asks you to wait a moment and you are left alone with Mannis. A few minutes of awkwardly studying the architecture -- designs of various beasts and monstrosities that seem almost lifelike – ready to leap out of stone to claim your life -- is finally ended upon the Onion Knight's return. He opens the door and you climb the steps to the very top of the black stone keep. Coming before an ornately carved set of double doors, Davos holds up a finger for you to wait, He opens up one and sticks his head in.“My Lord, a William Shakespeare, here to see you,” Davos speaks with the rustic, yet respectful manner befitting a common man raised above his station. He eventually sticks his head back out and gives you the go ahead.You enter, with Mannis following right behind on your heels.
The room you find yourself in is completely round, with four tall windows overlooking each cardinal direction. At the center of the room lays a fifty foot long table with a painted and detailed map of Westeros. The three human figure before you cut distinct yet similarly regal figures. Stannis – tall, angular and with a face as tight and solemn as the very carved stone that his castle is composed of. He stands where the island of Dragonstone would be in relation to the rest of the map.Melisandre – beautiful and mysterious, red of hair, garbed in robes of crimson and jewelry studded with rubies. She sits to Stannis's left.Maester Cressen – frail, wrinkly and old but with the glaring eyes of a man who's mind has not been dulled in the slightest by age, ready to see through any trick or deception. He sits to Stannis's right.A King, A Priest and a Wise Man. Stannis scoffs, yet still retains his rigid posture. “This is to be the spearhead of my victory?”Mannis clears his throat. “A ship named the Shining Light brought him –”“Quiet!” Stannis interrupts. “I've grown weary of the guesses you call prophecy. You.”He focuses his eyes upon you. “What is your business here on Dragonstone?” he commands.>What's your business? (write-in)
>>490042Tell him it was us who made Mannis's prophesy fail. There are a small number of us in this world and we each know many secrets, between us we know everything. For example your priestess is already deciving you. She wears a glamor to hide her real shape.As for my business I'm here to ensure the time line and prophesy gets back on track.
>>490061Also add it's because of us that Stark survived
>>490042"I'm here for the good of the realm." Then look at Melisandre and say "but you already know that."
>>490171I'll back this
“I'm here for the good of the realm,” you inform the Lord of Dragonstone. Your eyes glance over to Melisandre. Shifting subjects you speak to her. “But you already know that.”“All I know is what the Lord of Light shows me,” Melisandre rebukes. “He has shown me a light revealing a spear for The Lord's Chosen to wield against the dark. Nothing more and nothing less.” Cressen stifles a condescending laugh. “Perhaps you merely saw dancing flames, Lady Melisandre. I believe we've dabbled enough in prophets and prophecies. But if we are to speak of spears – I see one before me. Valyrian steel, weirwood, dragonbone. A priceless weapon. I don't recognize your House, Lord Shakespeare. Beg my pardon, but where are you holdings?”“The Frozen Shore,” you answer. “My House was exiled by the Starks over a hundred years ago. And only recently it was raided. I was forced to flee South.” “I should have you sent to the Wall,” Stannis reprimands. “There are Night's Watchmen here to take you. Eddard Stark could escort you himself,” he speaks the Warden of the North's name disdainfully.“I would not throw away such a gift so soon,” The Red Priestess advises. "He may have something yet to offer."“The reason,” you defend yourself, “That Night's Watchmen came here for your obsidian was due to my intervention. Send a letter to the Old Bear himself if you must confirm my story. If you're arming the men of the watch then that means you believe in their need to repel The Great Other. Likewise, Eddard lives due to my ministrations as well. I assisted his departure by acting upon my visions to alter the circumstances around his meddling in King's Landing that led to his death. That is why your own prophet's visions failed you.” “Well now Stark is here,” Stannis informs you. “Enjoying my hospitality for nigh a fortnight. I told him the night he arrived what Jon Arryn and I found. And of what we learned. It seems Lord Stark does not fully believe my claim.” Cressen leans over to his Lord. “Lord Stark merely wished for some privacy to contemplate the –”“What is there to contemplate?” Stannis interrupts, anger rising steadily in his voice. “Either he believes me or he doesn't. If he believed me he wouldn't have stayed here for so long doing nothing. He'd have returned North to gather his men and support my claim. Or return to King's Landing to inform my brother of how his Lannister wife cuckolded him."Stannis stops rebuking his maester and looks to you. "Regardless, what exactly do you have to offer me 'Wildling Lord'? You have gifted me a reticent supporter and have had my advisers goad me into an obligation with the Night's Watch that has severely cut into my coffers. I am farther from the Iron Throne due to you – not closer.”>What will you do for the 'good of the realm'? (write-in)Potential options incoming if you are stumped
>>490748I offer this dick! Also fuck a horse.
>>490748>Offer him gunpowder, among other inventions
>>490748Offer him the opening, His youngest brother sides with the Tyrells, and properly exacuted they will rule the seas uninhibited! The dragonstone fleet alongside Redwynes means no one besides ironborn can come close to matching him on the water.The problem arrises that Loras and other reachland lords are captive in kings landing by now. This in turn leaves his younger brother with less support and more likely to bend the knee to his eldest.
>>490748Reveal John Ayrns killer before he grasps the vale by the throatLady Arryn poisoned his husband at the urging of her lover, Littlefinger! This is completely untouched by anon meddling. Stannis should save the young falcon before ill will would befall him, even Adopt the boy! Play on the close relationship the Baratheons had, if he has the Vale with him, Stark would fall in with him.
>>490780yup We got acess to all the three key parts too thanks to the volcano>>490797This let them know who it was and why, she feared stannis would take her son, she wants back at Cat, Little Finger. All that good stuff. Pretty sure Mannis could confirm it too.
>>490780>>490797these get mine
This pleases the Maester that sees the science behind gunpowerAnd then millisandra>Boom>Thispleasesthelordoffire.shadowpreg
>>490780>>490797This gets my support.
>>490748Tell him not to invade KL with the fleet because of wildfire
>>490748>>490797I'll second this.>>490748Tell him that if the course of history remains unaltered in this regard, Renly will seek to claim the throne for himself with the support of the Tyrells, State that, when we saw this vision, the realm was in a state of upheaval which we've likely prevented and thus we've probably doomed Renly's bid either to nonexistence or failure, thus sparring Stannis the necessity of killing his own brother via the assassins Melisandre would birth using his blood.Warn him that if he were to sail against King's Landing directly he would risk the loss of his entire army, and that regardless of whether he wishes to or not there would eventually come a time where he sails north to aid the Night's Watch against the wildlings. All we've done is ensure they're better prepared than they would be otherwise.
>>490815deffo add that
>>490815let's put that on the list
Oh shit, we can tickle his paternal instincts when saying that the young lord of the vale is in danger. It'll push his justice boner hard, we just need the right tactics. Of course anyone traveling the vale would do so in strong number against the hill tribes, so that explains why we'd bring a shitload of knights. We make Eddard come along, to drag Cait, and NEED to depose the lady reagent asap. Caitlin has sway as the boy's aunt, and we being bronn. No one in the Vale is strong enough to take either Bronn or Eddard besides Corbray
Alright. So, just to make sure.1. Offer black powder (Y/N)2. Inform Stannis of who killed Jon Arryn (Y/N)3. Don't Invade King's Landing because you'll get fucked up (Y/N)Ten minute vote window.
>>490838>1.Y So long as we name it Demi powder>2.Y>3.Y
>>490838YYDon't invade KL *via navy* (Y)
>>490840btw,not a proxy,it is me the court dwarf
>>490838>>490842This, Get Mannis to confirm too.
>>4908381. Offer black powder (Y/N)Y2. Inform Stannis of who killed Jon Arryn (Y/N)Y3. Don't Invade King's Landing because you'll get fucked up (Y/N)Y
Oh ho man, if we can bring the Vale in early it'll negate any advantage the lannisters have. They might be able to force the reach into their camp as of now with Loras and the Redwyne twins as hostages provided Renly was also caught, otherwise the stormlands can keep the reach out of the war. The Riverlands need fair warning because the lannisters will start hitting them soon whichll make either Eddard or Cait want to act. Bolton is a fuck but wont act if the advantages is so strongly on our side (do see about killing off Ramsey however soon thou) and Frey can be talked into it if we make the marriage offer first using a greatish house like Karstark, Tully, or one of those Dragonstone houses (Valaryion has a weddable member of their house dont they?) You make him seem rude if he doesnt accept the offer. We at least know he's got a banging child
Rolled 30 (1d100)diplo roll
>>490858Diplo does not show up to perform at Dragonstone
>>490838>Y (look, your own Wildfyre!)>Y (look out for your son Proxy, Jon wouldve wanted it this way)>Y (Look out, Wildfyre!)
Alright, roll me 1d100 + 16, best of 3. This is a diplomacy check.
Rolled 1 + 16 (1d100 + 16)>>490863rolling
Rolled 69 + 16 (1d100 + 16)>>490863hope i don't fuck up
Rolled 9 + 16 (1d100 + 16)>>490863FUCK YOU INQUI
Rolled 41 (1d100)>>490863
>>490864Of Fucking Course!I hope this doesnt fuck over Every option and just the science one.
>>490864I hate you and everything about you
Rolled 76 (1d100)>>490864Mannis Save us.
>>490864>roll 1>Eddard kicks in the door, "Dont believe his lies! I cheated on cait super hard, adulterious vaginas and such!"
>>490864The DC was 20The bonus you had was 16. all you had to do was not roll a 1.And you rolled a 1.
>>490900cant help it,I like to see the world burn
>>490900Fucking come on! We have such good push, facts, and can play up stannis so well with this! Fuck the 1!
Welp. Might as well leave dragonstone now, this place is locked off
>>490926we are runnning out of places to go
>Rolling for Diplomacy or Persuasion "Well buddy your write in has sound logic, is very beneficial to the person you are talking to and is around sensible but since you rolled low on a random number generator everyone in the room suddenly has severe autism and bi polar disorder making them hate everything you say. Wasn't that fun."It's shit in tabletop and it's shit in quests.
>>490903FUCK THE DICE!WHERE WE'RE GOING WE DON'T NEED DICE!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0V7aUT13qtM>>490934>Black powder doesn't work in ASOIAF>All the information you told Stannis he was already told by MannisQuit your bitching. Sometimes you go in with the perfect plan and still lose.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fHERkWZEnUgIt is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a weakness. that is life. -- Captain Picard.
>>490949I dont know if you're saying ok that 1 is negged because of what we said because of the first bit or what
>>490960No I was merely making fun with the first part of that post.
>>490928there's always Dorne
“I'll give you an edge no other force in the world possesses,” you promise the man.Stannis quirks an eyebrow. “I'm listening.” “What if I promised you a weapon that could fire a chunk of metal faster than a trebuchet and straight through an enemy ship or combatant?”Stannis frowns. Shit, you're losing him.“I promise you, with a bit of charcoal, some sulfur from these very mountains –”“And bat guano? Yes, Mannis promised much the same from self-produced flash powder.”“Flash powder?” you ask, recoiling a bit. Stannis practically growls in annoyance to his red witch.Melisandre produces a bag from within one of her sleeves. She decides to go the extra mile and toss a pinch of the contents in the air, snapping her fingers as a small explosion erupts, causing you to flinch and take a step back. Stannis's eyes barely twitch while Cressen almost convulses. After the blinding flash is over Cressen stares across the table at her angrily. “A fine trick,” Melisandre comments. “And it is impressive you know the secrets to its creation – I believed that sacred knowledge limited to the alchemists of Asshai. But it will make poor use as a weapon of war.”You turn around and look to Mannis for salvation. He wears an awkward frown that speaks to his sorrow at disappointing you.“Sorry, mate. Had a lot of free time – I know how to make black . . . flash powder. I know how it's works. Or, well, how it's supposed to work. But it just doesn't. Not here. I've played with the formula countless times. It doesn't . . . ignite the same, for some reason.”“How?” you ask incredulously.He shrugs. “I can't explain shit. Magic or something?”You look back to Stannis. He drums his fingers, irritation setting into his features as you hear the grinding of his teeth. Alright, plan B.“I know who Jon Arryn's killer is!” you exclaim.“So do I,” he responds immediately. “Lord Petyr Baelish. And he attempted to leverage the situation to start a war between House Lannister and House Stark. Despite neither you nor Mannis having proof, I believe it. But you bring me nothing new.” “If you invade King's Landing by sea –”“Davos loses his son, me my fleets and armies. Yes, more blind faith prophecy. You speak to me of a future that may no longer come to pass due to your own attempts to prevent it. At the very least Melisandre speaks of things destined to occur. Although,” Stannis looks to her and squints hard. She has a knowing smirk still dancing upon her lips as their eyes meet. “I'm starting to doubt that claim as well.” “Perhaps the spear is just that?” Melisandre offers with a shrug. “Maybe you should take that and be done with it.”
“Yes, rob a man of his possessions. A fine idea for a cutthroat or a pickpocket. Of which I am neither.”He fixes you again with dark blue eyes. “Either offer me something tangible, swear your sword to my cause or take your leave of my realm. I will remind you the only ships leaving Dragonstone belong to the Night's Watch and they all sail for the same destination.”>Offer him something tangible>Swear your . . . spear to his cause!>Take your leave to Eastwatch-by-the-Sea
>>491110>Offer him something tangible"Printing press."
>>491110>Offer him something tangiblePrinting press
>>491110>Offer him something tangiblePrinting press make books real fast and shit
>>491110printing press + allegianceSTANNISSTANNISSTANNISSTANNISSTANNIS
>>491109wait, we know how to make wildfire why aren't we mentioning this
>>491110>>Offer him something tangible
>>491110>Swear your . . . spear to his cause!Don't be an idiot, you can't make a printing press off thin air.
>>491127Obligatory not proxyfag post
>>491128good, you're learningLast post of the night by the way, votes open until the morning
>Swear your . . . spear to his cause!Also do this as well.
>>491110Printing press for propaganda and also your allegiance.
>>491113also>tell him where the dragon eggs are.
>>491150>>Offer him printing press>>Swear your . . . spear to his cause!>>tell him where the dragon eggs are.
>>491150>>491156>>491158>tfw stannis get dragon and Hatch them because he has Dragon Blood and is a Badass>tfw he get on the maester's good side because he has printing presses and has Dragons that can stop WW>tfw Stannis become Aegon Incarnate Ultimate protector of the realm>tfw he's cool enough to be ok with Jon Snow and let him have a Dragon become Azor Ahai>Become the best King ever>Do his duty>WW BTFO
>>491110Offer Stannis knowledge of printing press and tell him we also know the recipe of wildfire.Also, tell him we know how to improve existing siege weapons and how to create new and better ones.Stress again NOT to attack KL if we don't find a way to solve the threat the wildfire in the city poses.The black powder could also be used in warfare, even if not in the conventional way: it does emit a flash of blinding light, so couldn't we use it as a "flash bomb" ofsome sort, like the one police uses? It could even throw an army into panic or at least confuse them in the middle of the battle, seeing how its effect would be something completely new in WesterosAlso, Ned has been named Lord Regent, does this mean Stannis will support him or he will attempt to seize power anyway?Regarding the allegiance thing, tell him we will pledge allegiance with him, but we will not be his subjects. Whatever happens, we need to be able to act and move quickly without hindrance.I don't remember if we do, but if Will does have in character knowledge (or at least a suspicion) that another person from Earth like him and Mannis is currently in Kings Landing and helping Cersei, we ought to tell Stannis about it.
>>491192No proxyfag here
>>491115I don't think we can make fertilizer with Westerosi tech, and I'm pretty sure farmers already know that animal shit helps growing plants
>>491150Four posts in a row, I feel retardedAlso thisAnd give Cressen some modern knowledge of medicine, just preventing infection will save a lot of Stannis' soldiers when they are wounded in battle
>>491197Isn't poop a natural fertilizer?
>>491204That's an easy way to get an epidemic.
>>491205We'd just be making compost.
>>491204It is, what I meant is that Westerosi people probably know that already, and we don't have the means to create better,more efficient fertilizer.Saying this to Stannis would be like if a guy came up to you all excited and worked up and told you that you can see more at night if you replace broken light bulbs, know what I mean? We'd just sound retarded
>>491226Yea, I guess we'd need to first figure out if they've even got that in here.
>>491110>Offer him something tangible"I'm willing to invest a lot of money in order to make the powder work or to develope an alternative to it."
>>491110>Offer him something tangibleMannis are you familiar with how to make basic batteries with Iron Rods, Copper Cylinders and a jar of Vinegar or Grape Juice >Electricity mother fucker
>>491250again, nothing but a parlor trick
>>491110>Swear your . . . spear to his cause!But as >>491192 says>Regarding the allegiance thing, tell him we will pledge allegiance with him, but we will not be his subjects. Whatever happens, we need to be able to act and move quickly without hindrance.And for the last part :>Offer him something tangible>Printing press"It'll help to produce more educated people.>Steam engines.Do we have, at least, the knowledge to make crude, but working, steam engines ? I hope Mannis didn't fuck the steam engines already.
We should put our money where our mouth is.Tell him we're willing to invest 5000 golden dragons into the developement of functional versions of these weapons we spoke of. That should make it clear how serious we are on this.
>>491250>implying Trick wouldn't handwave it away with "it doesn't work because magic :^)"
>>491253fuck it steam power it is, Mannis should be able to help if he knows how to make gun powder
>>491257It may be a consequence of the critical failure, but still a possiblity that it doesn't work.
>>491257We'll just need to imbue magic to our powder then.
>>491110The Da Vinci Suba Gear and Hand Gluider is a go. Steam Power too.
>>491245>>491250Holy shit, seconding.If we managed to recreate working light bulbs we would have solved every monetary problem we might have from here to eternity, every Lord would want some.>>491253Also seconding this, if we managed to recreate steam power to an early 18th/19th century and be able to build even a single functioning iron ship we would have the best navy in the world >>491254Yep also this, if we are willing to bet 5000 gold dragons on these inventions we are either completely insane or the real deal. Given how it doesn't seem we have given the impression we are insane, Stannis might listen to usAnyway guys, as good as these plans are, they will be all worth shit if we roll another fucking crit 1
Basically Give Stannis a list of things and ask Mannis to give us a hand, Tell Melisandre to sit in and learn something.
>>491202>>491226No proxyfag, I'm both of these guys, but I'm on the phone and my ID keeps changing
>>491287Again about steam power and iron ships, if we manage to build one or more, it doesn't really matter if they are jusy armed with medieval tier weapons.Just think about the effect a ship unfazed by regular Westerosi weapons would have on enemy morale. We could just move it in a straight line and ram it into other ships and stuff.Admittedly, it would require enormous amounts of money and resources just to attempt something like this, but we are on fucking Dragonstone. As for the money, again, just start selling lightbulbs, we'd soon have more money than the goddamn Iron Bank
>>491294Problem is, this isn't a naval war though.Investing in ironclads or dreadnoughts at this moment in time is not wise, unless you expect an invading fleet at dragonstone itself.
>>491253>>491280I feel like y'all are underestimating the difficulty of producing a printing press and overestimating the benefit.>Need a literate customer base, which Westeros appears to lack- the printing press became a success in Europe partly because it coincided with a general growth in literacy/education>Requires industrial paper production, which Westeros may also lack. >Requires significant metallurgical knowledge to produce the various elements of the press e,g, something that melts at low temperature, casts well in the die, and is durable enough to be pressed>We need cheap, readily accessible ink that doesn't smudge or bleed>We need a jeweler skilled enough to produce the tiny letters, may not be one present in Dragonstone
>>491307Of course, but if we don't try, we have an ace out.For the metal problem, lead should be safe to use for the letters and comfort what you're looking for.We may not create a super über printing press, but having a simple one using weights and not a screw device to imply pressure on the paper could do the first trick.The customer base exist, and can be expended with the help of Stannis, if he sees the printing press as something viable of course.For the ink and the jeweler, I give you that they'll be a problem.We may also use the knowledge of paper crafting if we have one. But still, it would be "WE KNOW EVERYTHING", so we need to ask Mannis about it.
>>491110>Swear your . . . spear to his cause!
>>491307>>491294>>491280>>491267Similarly, we're being very ambitious about steam powerDoes Velo actually know how to produce a steam engine off the top of his head? It's not just a matter "lets heat some water and use the steam to move something". To even approach an efficient steam engine in the next decade we'd need>Knowledge of Watt governors, throttle valves, escape valves, sun-and-planet gears, parrallel motion mechanisms, the specifics of double-acting systems, the importance of separating condensation from the steam cylinder, the merits and practicalities of high vs low pressure steam engines, etc etc>Access to precise enough borers etc that the engine maintains pressure but doesn't explode>Access to efficient fuel - good luck making a viable steamship with wood instead of coal ... and I don't remember any coal on dragonstone.>Access to affordable but good-quality iron ... this in turn requires rolling mills, coke rather than charcoal iron production, the puddling process>Probably plenty more shit I don't know.>>491313Lead's too soft. You'll get a couple of presses out of it before the font's illegible and needs to be recast all over again .. you might as well use wood cuts
>>491359>you might as well use wood cutsFuck nigga, that's genius. Wood block printing. The Chinese have been doing it for more than a thousand years.
>>491307Why would we need a Jeweler? Chinese did woodblock printing before we even invented gunpowder.
>>491110>Take your leave to Eastwatch-by-the-Sea
>>491307>Need a literate customer baseThere are hundreds of noble houses in Westeros as well as the church. In addition, there's the Iron Bank, which will most certainly be interested in a method to make copies of their ledgers with relative ease, so you should be able to sell them the machines themselves with a good price. There are also the various guilds of westeros who would need a printing press for the same purposes.
>>491401>lot of literacy in westerosAnd I think you've forgot the like 4 or 5 Merchant republics nearby as well.
>>491111>>491113>>491115He's at war you niggers, the printing press comes after the realm is at peace and there's time to foster literacy among the populace.>>491110"Look, you want something tangible and you've caught me, admittedly, unprepared. However, if you'll permit me a few week's time to labor in peace I'm sure I'll be able to present you with a weapon which would turn the tides of war. I would be more than happy to pay for the privilege of staying in your keep and taking advantage of the skills of your smiths."Worst case scenario, this buys us nothing but time and we make an even bigger fool of ourselves. Best case scenario, we're able to cobble something together which would prove useful to Stannis.Barring that, we should at least do as >>491121 and >>491192, offer to prove to the man we know the recipe for wildfire.
>>491417>He's at war you niggers, the printing press comes after the realm is at peace and there's time to foster literacy among the populace.>Implying making money isn't important as fuck while at war.>Implying The sheer amount of book the printing presses would make wouldn't let him BUY THE IRON BANK>the printing press comes after the realm is at peace and there's time to foster literacy among the populace.>Implying there's nobody literate who would buy books when there's a fuck load of merchant republic and fucking maesters everywhere and noblesI'm fine with us staying with him but i don't want to make us look like a fucking fighter when we're a bard with a good intuition for technology.
>>491359These projects are very ambitious, I admit. But at the moment we have three people from Earth available (Velo, Raina, Mannis), who possibly possess more knowledge than the rest of the fucking continent together.The most important thing is, we aren't shooting in the dark here, we kind of know the ropes of the processes we want to apply and what the end result should be. This means we are already cutting several decades of research and development.Plus, the maesters and the alchemists are not stupid people: if we teach them what we know, they can help us covering our blind spots and hopefully surpassing them.Or we just roll a nat 100 and become naval engineers ourselves
Holy shit, everyone thinks we're the fucking Connecticut Yankee who's a genius engineer in charge of factories when Velo is just a neet who posts on 4chink. Just swear fealty to him, and cut the crap with technology already
>>491280>Fucking iron shipsThe ironclad became technically feasible and tactically necessary because of developments in shipbuilding in the first half of the 19th century. According to naval historian J. Richard Hill: "The (ironclad) had three chief characteristics: a metal-skinned hull, steam propulsion and a main armament of guns capable of firing explosive shells. It is only when all three characteristics are present that a fighting ship can properly be called an ironclad." Each of these developments was introduced separately in the decade before the first ironclads.You need >High quality steel not cheap pig steel that smiths in westeros make>Steam machine in a world where coke coal is not mined yet >A fucking explosive cannon when we can't even make a gunSeriously, does anyone here have the slightest idea about engineering
>>491475This is true and false.Like we're not making a steam engine in the next 10 years.But at the same Time a Printing press is easy as fuck to build and operate.also there's tons of tech which would be amazing and simply publishing books about modern knowledge and literally Push mathematics 300 years ahead, chemistry 500 years ahead and physics 300 years ahead.And that's with Pleb education if we any of us listened well in class.Like we're not engineers but simple ideas like work lines who will reduce needed tuitition and maximize output or Water powered forges are easy to grasp even for plebs.
If the issue with flashpowder is that it's not igniting properly, then we need merely to research a method to ignite it properly.
I think that if we get too much to arguing about specifics, the dice will go out of the window.
>>491488I proposed the steam engine to give something to chew to Stannis.Remember, there is Mannis there, and he may not thought about everything, and we all know everything we proposed need severals decades with engineers, mathematician, physician, a duide with a boiler and water.So yeah, our idea can be a bit odd, and can't be achieved, but as Obelix stated, well, we can offer Stannis technology which can help him be on top of others in Westeros.Also, Mannis is our problem there. Let the dices decide if we can propose propose these ideas to Stannis, without them being already tested and given by the Aussie.
>>491488I see your point mate, but we don't need a proper ironclad to have a big advantage on enemies in a naval battle.We "just" need to make a steel ship and to find a way to use steam propulsion, and I'm pretty sure we can dig up loads of coal given enough workers.Then we can just load the boat with fucking ballistas, trebuchets and whatnot, the main use of a ship like this would be ramming other ships and damaging enemy morale anyway.Yes, these are very farfetched and ambitious plans, but if we can actually "invent" printing press, we will have the money to get sufficient manpower and resources. Even more so if we actually build rudimentary batteries and light bulbs, every single Lord will want one.With the resources and manpower problem out of the way, we can get the help of the maesters and the equivalent of alchemists and whatnot from the free cities. Remember we are not doing these huge ass innovations alone, we are pushing knowledge centuries further andgetting other people to help us work out the dark spots. we have a big advantage in recreating these inventions,because we're not just shooting in the dark as we did IRL, we know what the end result should be and what the ropes of the processes are. This will narrow down the time needed by loads.All we need are a couple good rolls and we're gonna steamroll everyone who opposes us, we're going full industrial revolution on these motherfuckers.Even if all else fails, just some basic knowledge of modern day medicine and chemistry is gonna give us a huge headstart on everybody else
>>491846And for fuck's sake, tell Stannis we know where the dragon eggs are
>“Sorry, mate. Had a lot of free time – I know how to make black . . . flash powder. I know how it's works. Or, well, how it's supposed to work. But it just doesn't. Not here. I've played with the formula countless times. It doesn't . . . ignite the same, for some reason.”Which part of SHALL NOT BE INFRINGED do you not understand?
>Expecting me to read all this bullshit.Alright, once again.1. Tell Stannis about a printing press (Y/N)2. Tell Stanis about the location of dragon eggs (Y/N)3. Swear your spear to Stannis's cause (Y/N)
>>492297Number ONEAlso swear to lend your knowledge to his realm, which can include teaching literacy, basic economics, democracy ideas, how combustion works... germ theory.
>>4922971. Y2. Y3. N
>>492325^not a proxyfag btw
>>492325>>492337sware on me mum
FUCK OFFDON'T SWEAR YOUR SPEAR TO HIM. WE WANT TO BE AN INDEPENDENT CONTRACTOR.DON'T SHACKLE US DOWN.Please.
>>492297YyNO FUCKING NO
>>492349Nope, Stannis is the rightful king fuck off
>>492297Swear spear to his cause, but demand a lordship and lands in return.
>>492349>nat 1>Expect he'd let us go home if we just speak about random shithe'd send us to the wall after hearing us if we didn't recognize him as the rightful heir to the Iron throne.>>492375Technically Jon Snow but Stannis is Second best and has more backing for his Claim and is good at doing his DUTY.>>492384Don't demand shit, he'll give it to us once we're done serving him right and if we stay loyal.
>>492384we'll get those when we prove ourselves to him
You're all annoying.Alright, last time.Swear your spear to Stannis?1 Yes2 NoRespond to this post merely by linking to the number and that's it.Final destination.
Words are wind. It's not like their oaths stopped the other lords under his service to leave him after losing blackwater bay.
2 stahp no
“I have an idea for a device that could ease the transcription of books!” you suggest.Stannis's scowl deepens, although Maester Cressen raises his eyebrows. “Books? How will books help me win a kingdom?”“The potential revenue to be made –”“I said tangible!” Stannis stresses.Cressen leans over. “My lord, if you find him insufficient I still would like to hear his idea.”“Fine, Cressen. The Maester can have you, if you wish to stay,” Stannis decrees, disregarding you. “Wait! Dragon eggs! I can get you dragon eggs. Across the Narrow Sea, Daenerys Targaryen has dragon eggs.” “What will dragon eggs do?” Stannis asks, weary.“Hatch . . . dragons,” you point out. “Sail half the world away to rob a Dothraki Khaleesi?”Maester Cressen shakes his head, his wrinkly jowls set to wobbling. “My lord, even if this man speaks truth it would take years before any such dragons were capable of being useful.” “Alright,” Stannis concludes. “I have entertained this farce for so long I believe it would be more fitting for you to beseech my fool Patchface for patronage. Or perhaps I should bring him in and listen to his ramblings.”Perhaps you should you think with an inward laugh. No. It seems half-baked ideas and unproven science won't sway Stannis Baratheon. He will accept one thing and one thing only. You draw your spear gracefully and kneel before Lord Stannis Baratheon. “I swear by earth and water, by bronze and iron, by ice and fire – never to fail the Baratheons of Dragonstone.” Stannis narrows his eyes, befuddled. Maester Cressen leans over once again. “That, my lord, is an old Northern oath of loyalty. I believe it to be genuine.” Stannis nods solemnly. “Rise, William of House Shakespeare. Though you bring but one extra sword arm – know that if you serve me well you may yet reclaim lands and glory your House once possessed. If I win my throne there will be a scourge of the rot in court. There will be many seats to fill.” You stand back up, resting the skull pommel of your spear upon the room's hardened floors. “For now you may take your –”“Lord Stannis!” a voice cries from outside the door. A young brunette man wearing the chains of the Citadel bursts in, much to Ser Davos's chagrin as you spy his visage through the opening. “Dire news.” Cressen utters an uncomfortable laugh of embarrassment. “Maester Pylos, my replacement,” he introduces to the rest of you. Pylos makes his way to Stannis's side of the table – approaching from Maester Cressen's side so as to avoid the red witch as much as possible. Stannis takes a scroll of parchment from the maester's hands and reads it right there in the middle of your meeting. His eyes scan the paper for a few moments before he crushes it in his fist. “My brother is dead,” Stannis informs you all coldly and without glee or ambition. “And I am King.”
>>493384>“My brother is dead,” Stannis informs you all coldlyR I PAGAIN DUMBASS
>>493384well.We can focus on working on our combat skills and being a inventor now that we have a few dudes from Earth to do the other stuff.
>>493427I say we focus on defending our second amendment.
>>493384>Lean Across too MannisPlease tell me you told him this was gonna happen because Cersei poisoned his wine on the Hunt and then kept him drugged up so he'd bleed out.
“Well, what do we do?” Cersei asks you, rushing about her chambers in a huff.You had pleaded with her not to escort you here at the hour of the wolf – lest someone suspect. But she was in too much of a panic to see reason. It was either follow her or wait until she ordered Ser Meryn Trant to drag you there, kicking and screaming if he had to.But you suppose there is a good reason for this breach in protocol. The King is deceased, her brother and primary lover is injured, and her son is about to be crowned tomorrow morning. You have precious few moments to act before actions like might need be run by . . . King Joffrey, first. To ensure you don't anger the brat. “What did the letter say, precisely?” you inquire, your weariness certainly showing as you yawn. Tyrion knows about this meeting because the Queen practically snatched you from the Tower of the Hand. So whatever you decide here you'll have to at least partially inform the Imp of. You wanted to be the Varys. But somehow you ended up being the Lancel. “As Grand Maester Pycelle informed me – the doddering old codger! – the letter entailed informing Stannis Baratheon and Lord Eddard Stark that Robert had passed way and that Renly has taken the Capital, holding my children and under armed guard.”And yet thanks to Tyrion's cleverness that didn't happen. You sigh out. Dodged a major bullet there. If Renly controlled the court you'd be set back to square one.“It also mentioned that Robert named Eddard Stark the Lord Regent and for Eddard to return as soon as possible to take up his duties ruling the realm.” Huh. Was Renly really going to abdicate so much power to the Starks? Or was it merely a trick to hold all the powerful lords of the realm here in the palm of his hand? You may never learn the truth. “So, what should I do?” Cersei repeats for the umpteenth time.>Nothing>Send a follow up message informing them the coup failed>Send them a message saying . . . (write-in)
>>493587>>Send a follow up message informing them the coup failed
>>493587>Send them a message saying . . . (write-in)"U R A FAGET"
>>493587>Send a follow up message informing them the coup failedThe more people know that Renly fucked up in his powergrab, the less likely it is that people will join in the next attempt.
>>493587>Send a follow up message informing them the coup failedWe need to force the other players into the open, flush them out.This is the ideal opportunity. We can say Renly was acting to try to seize the Throne and hope that he could use the "lies" of Stannis to turn the court against the Lannisters.It could be turned to fit a perfect conspiracy. Why would the Starks stay at Dragon Stone so long? with who else but Stannis? Renly could be said to have been acting on his bothers behalf.We could use this to ensure the Starks never return and the Stags stay away.
>>493587>Inform everyone that the coup failed>Prepare for war>>493384>Prepare for war>Offer up the recipe for wildfireWish we could send someone out to Dothrak regardless, that Khaleesi's going to die sooner rather than later and it would perfect to have someone there to collect those eggs when she dies.>>491488>>491475Fucking this. Saying lets invent steam engines and printing presses and fucking lightbulbs is all well and good but it's not as easy as y'all are making out. Does the average /tg/ shitposter really know the specific minutiae of all this shit without being able to google it?>>491492>>491846I doubt the printing press will make much of a difference at this stage. We can share the idea with the maesters and get one built, maybe even travel off and sell the concept to the Iron Bank ... but really I don't think we should expect that much from it.In a medieval style setting human labour is incredible cheap. The cost of having some shitty appprentice sit in the corner copying out manuscript's isn't all that significant compared to the costs of parchment and ink.>>491381>>491377Woodblock printing's not genius and it's definitely not revolutionary, it's something that's been done for hundreds of years. The wood is soft and won't last for more than a few pressings, that makes the labour involved in carving the type a poor investment given the relatively few copis you get out of it. Especially you'd need a skilled craftsman to carve small detailed font.>>491401Why would the Iron Bank want copies of their ledgers? Ledgers change every time you make a transaction, they're very much not something you need a hundred copies of.
>>493724That character doesn't know Jaqen is assassinating Daenerys.Plus I'm a railroading jew so Jaqen fails horribly so my waifu Dany can live.
>>493759Thanks for being honest trick
>>493759You faggot>>493587Send the message but prepare for war too
>>493759fucking waifu fug
Writing now hurr durr I'm retarded
>>493759>Jaqen's looking to assassinate Dany>She commits suicide on her own by walking on to the fire"Welp, my work here is done."
>>493724>The wood is soft and won't last more than a few pressingsIronwood. It's made out of magic.
“Dead of what?” Maester Cressen asks, crestfallen. “The letter speaks of a boar. But my brother's pigheadedness is the true culprit.”“See, I'm not wrong about everything, my lord. Or should I say 'Your Grace' now, your grace?” Mannis asks with arms folded across his chest and a goofy grin. “The ceremonies can wait. According to the message my younger brother has seized the Red Keep and the royal family. He sits the Iron Throne, waiting for Eddard Stark to return and rule as the Lord Regent. Seems my elder brother named him as such in his dying moments.” Stannis laughs a single, dry laugh. “Even as the Stranger came to claim him, Robert found a way to snub me one more time.” He shakes his head softly.Pylos draws another message out from his robes and hands it to Stannis. “This second letter came immediately after the first, your Grace.”Pylos's fingers shake as Stannis looks up and takes the letter. He examines the wax seal. The image of the Lion of Casterly Rock stamped in the red waxy residue. A Lannister seal.A lesser man may have gulped hard from fright – but Stannis is not a lesser man. He opens the letter and draws out its contents. This one is much less hastily scrawled and put together. And from the quick glimpse you got of the writing it seems not as 'rushed at sword point' as the other one appeared. Despite the grim tidings of the subject matter, Stannis reads aloud with perfect clarity.
“Lord Renly's vain grab for power has failed,” The King in the Narrow Sea relays. “Despite the Master of Law's treachery and the false positions he promised you, the coup has been foiled. As you read this – Stannis Baratheon; Eddard Stark – know that his abettors in this plot – Ser Loras Tyrell and Ser Barristan Selmy – have been imprisoned. As they rot, take heed that I am informing my father, Lord Tywin Lannister of Casterly Rock, of your brother's treason and ask him – as Warden of the West – to assemble a host to quash any further rebellions that sprout from your brood's traitorous machinations.""Both your retreats from King's Landing to Dragonstone have been noted. I am no fool, Lord Stannis; Lord Eddard. Whatever schemes you three have hatched; whatever lies you seek to spread and utter to defame my family like a gaggle of rumor mongering fishwives; whatever ill, perverted thoughts you possess to garner yourselves more power and rob my son of his rightful throne – Know this! You will be destroyed utterly – your Houses and families along with you. Root and stem, you will be uprooted like common weeds.”The King takes a long pause. Perhaps in serious contemplation of the threat. Or perhaps because he simply needs to recapture his breath.“As my brother-in-law and for the pure love my children bear their uncles: quash your unnatural desires. Return to King's Landing. And Bend the knee to my son as your rightful liege – Lord Joffrey Baratheon, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and The First Men, and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms.”Stannis utters a contemptible sigh as he folds the message. “Cersei Lannister, Light of the West, Lady of Casterly Rock, Protector of the Realm, and Queen Regent.”He pronounces the end of the word 'regent' with a harsh finality. As if the syllable was a headsman's axe ending a life.There is a stillness about the room as a miasma of fear falls upon everyone present – even the enigma from Asshai herself. >Any words? (write-in)
>>494236>What's our next move?
>>494236Hey Mannis, just so you know for future reference She has an anon...Seer with her like us.Lord Stannis, if there was a coup attempt that you do not know of then that means we have allies, Contact the Tyrells, they will wont their flower back. Bring the full might of The Baratheon, Stark and Tyrell upon them. Approach Dorne and give them the chance to kill some lions, The Vale is under Little Finger's sway but we can force them into compliance or neutrality. So long as stark does not leave himself open to the Ironborn Raids that ARE COMING we'll crush the Lion's host before it even gathers strength. Mention Theon will cave to his fathers pressure do not send him.We make this fast. Cut supplies, lock down their ports with the fleets, engage the forces of Casterly Rock before they can gather completely.Once this is done King's Landing will starve, the people will riot and tear them apart. We then move in ourselves.
>>494243^backing I guess
>>494236Prepare for war my lord
>>494236"We can use this.""Renly is quite fond of Loras Tyrell and will be anxious to free him." "Even more anxious if we remind him of Joffrey's hobbies when regarding his eccentric hobbies.""He will most likely want your ships."
>>494236We should mention that if Tyrion's the hand of the king. He will try to offer the hand of Myrcella to Dorne in marriage. However, Stannis has a daughter as well doesn't he? There's the possibility to snatch that opportunity from under their noses.
>>494243Since i can't think of anything better this i guess
>>494243ThisNIGGER TIME BOIS
>>494243This.Let's fuck them up, boys
>>494251But his daughter is infertile and sickly...
>>494389How do you know she's infertile? She isn't even old enough to have kids yet.
>>494389there's no mention of greyscale affecting fertility afaik
>>494993>>494631Yeah,my bad I though they mentioned she was infertile somewhere
50 years since OP posted.
“Your Grace.” You are the first to speak, piercing the forlorn silence. “I believe Queen Cersei may have one who is like myself or Mannis – a seer who sees the future. But regardless, Cersei has thrown down the gauntlet. The war is upon us and we need to muster the might of the Seven Kingdoms against her. Beseech the Tyrells for aid.” Maester Cressen shakes his head. “The Tyrells will not aid us. Not while the Lannisters hold a son hostage. And with three unwed children they can easily solidify that alliance. The Reach will swear themselves to the ruling power.”“Granting a host of a hundred thousand men to to the Lannisters,” Stannis extrapolates. “The Westerlands provide them with fifty thousand further sword arms. And the mainland of the Crownlands grants them fifteen thousand more. An army of one hundred and sixty five thousand altogether.” Stannis shakes his head. “Dragonstone and its vassals can raise 3000 men if I scrape the bottom of the barrel.”You provide the bitter King with hope. “Show the letter to Eddard Stark. I swear he must already believe your claim of Lannister incest – Stark is an honorable man and he knows you as one who does not lie. Stark doesn't trust the Lannisters and this threat further condemns them. His wife is of the Riverlands. They will join your cause as well.” Stannis grinds his teeth. He looks to his maester. “How many troops can the North raise?” he demands.“Fourty five thousand, your grace. The Riverlands can provide roughly the same amount in half the time. The North is a vast kingdom, though sparsely populated,” Cressen admits with some trepidation. “Ninety three thousand against one hundred and sixty five thousand?” Mannis asks rhetorically. “Less than 2:1. And what of the Stormlands? They'll declare for you.”Stannis sighs. “Renly was their liege lord. Although if the Lannisters slew him, they'll flock to me as the rightful Lord of Storm's End. Another thirty thousand troops, from the Stormlands. That puts us at one hundred and twenty three thousand if Stark goes along with me.” “Speaking of marriages and princesses,” Melisandre chimes in. “Don't you have your own daughter, Lord Stannis.” He looks to her. “She is my heir. My only heir, with Renly slain. The man I wed her to will inherit the Seven Kingdoms.” The Red Witch shrugs. “Unless you have a son in the interim, Your Grace.” Stannis's cold, dark blue eyes meet her hot reddish brown ones. A few moments of silent communication pass before an understanding is reached, although only the two of them can tell what exactly that understanding is.
>>496294masturbate violentlyAlso find some shekels (shopfront capture)>implying not prostitution.
“The Vale of Arryn, the Iron Islands and Dorne,” Cressen interrupts the . . . tension with hard, unsexy facts he has spent his entire life memorizing. “Are all unknowns. The Vale is under the sway of Littlefinger by way of Lysa Arryn. Yet she holds no love for the Lannisters. The Martells still hate us all for the rebellion that killed Elia Martell and her children. Although the Dornish blame the Lannisters more, Your Grace. For your greatest crime during Robert's Rebellion was withstanding a siege. The Greyjoys hate you personally, Your Grace, for –”“Besting their Iron Fleet in battle. Yes, I remember. Balon's last living son is with the Starks however. They won't defy him if Eddard Stark swears his allegiance to my cause.” “Yes, your Grace,” Cressen nods sagely. “However Balon Grejyoy, Doran Martell and Lysa Arryn all possess unwed sons who you could marry to Princess Shireen for an alliance to bolster your forces. The Vale of Arryn can provide forty-five thousand more troops and is the closest – although Lysa Arryn's overprotective nature may have her attempt to goad you into sending Shireen to live at the Eyrie before she accepts. Dorne can provide roughly fifty-thousand troops, although I am not as confident with that number as the rest of the kingdoms. The Dornish are crafty and may over exaggerate their numbers to appear stronger. They are also much farther South and will take longer to rally their troops to join the fight. Of course, they also have a grudge against the Lannisters and you know how the Dornish love their grudges.""The Iron Islands can raise roughly twenty thousand troops – but 500 longships as well. You already possess a great navy, Your Grace. But With the Arbor Fleet siding with the Lannisters, the addition of the Iron Fleet will prove you an unstoppable naval force in this conflict. Balon Greyjoy is obligated obeisance to the Starks – but he is not obligated to aid our cause with manpower.” Cressen finally takes a seat. Seems all the talking and war theory crafting has left him out of breath and weak. Maester Pylos bends at the waist and tends to him, ensuring the feeble old man's health.Well, that was a large fucking info dump. All three choices have some sort of downside and some sort of benefit. Stannis seems to be thinking it over. Perhaps you could provide your own advice on what path Stannis should take when it comes to legacy building.>Betroth Shireen Baratheon to Robert Arryn>Betroth Shireen Baratheon to Theon Greyjoy>Betroth Shireen Baratheon to Quentyn Martell>Advise Stannis not to betroth his daughter to anyone>Say nothing>Anything else? (write-in)
>>496319>>Betroth Shireen Baratheon to Quentyn Martell
>>496319>Betroth Shireen Baratheon to Robert Arryn
>>496319shireen to robert arryn>two handicaps together to make children even worseShireen to theon >give power to a shithead male who doesn't deserve fuck allshireen to quentyn>mud with rock to make muddy rock children.I personally vote for Shireen wedded to Quentyn Martell.Quentyn is a nice brave bloke who doesn't mind crazy stuff.
>>496319>Betroth Shireen Baratheon to Quentyn Martell
>>496331>implying greyscale is fucking genetic
>>496319Mention that Iron Islands have no respect for Theon nor his claim and therefore he's as good as a bastard. Robert Arryn just means she'd be in Littlefinger's hands.
>Robert ArrynVery eccentric and also most likely to make Shireen Miserable. >TheonNo political merit. Not a very honorable man>Quentyn MartellMost political advantage and most dutiful.All around an decent bloke.
>>496319Stannis hardly knows us, let's not decide this for him
>>496319Shireen with the Martells, their grudge against Lannisters will make them loyal, Arryns means being LF's toy and Greyjoys means marrying a fucking squid
The only negative thing about bethrothing Shireen to Dorne is that if Stannis has any sons, Dorne will be able to press her claim due to having their inheritance laws set to agnatic cognatic primogeniture, which may lead to a grudge. I would however not worry about that right now.If he has a son, we could advice him to work something out with Dorne as there'd be many years to ponder this before the child would even be of age.
>>496328>>496331>>496338>>496344>>496355>>496381Quentyn >>496330Robert Arryn>>496373Don't say shit, CaptainLooks like we can't Corner the Dorner
>>496394Let's hope our Silver Tongue allows us to make a reasonably well constructed case. At the very least to the point that he won't marry her off to Theon or Robert.
Might I make a suggestion.We just did Dorne.We should offer Sansa for Sweet Robin.We wed Rob Stark to Theons Sister for the lols
We should ask Balon Greyjoy if he'd pay the Iron Price for Casterly Rock.
>>496410That's a good idea.
>>496430No, he's dumb as hell. Must pay MUH iron price for the poor fuck, sparsely populated North when Robb will gladly give Theon Casterly Rock
>>496319We should also mention that there is the possibility that the Iron Bank might be convinced to send aid to protect their investments. They know that war disrupts trade and the sooner this war is done, the sooner they can resume their business.
>>496532War means late payments for everyone involved after all, be they traders, kings or nobles.
“The Lannisters will very soon plan to wed Myrcella to Prince Trystane Martell of Dorne. They know the best alliance for their position and we should block it by marrying Princess Shireen to Quentyn Martell. It is the best course of action and the most likely to result in actually adding more sworn swords to your cause, your Grace. Balong Greyjoy does not value his son since he has spent a decade being fostered by the Northmen. Lysa Arryn is terrified to march against the Lannisters and would prefer to hole up and cower until the fighting is done. The Martells have the courage and the rage to slay the Lannister forces.” Mannis nods. “I agree. That's the best plan.”Stannis rubs his jaw before speaking. “Alright. I see the logic behind it. I'll send a letter to Prince Doran proposing the marriage and exposing Queen Cersei's incest. Maester Pylos, have it sent straight away to the Martells of Dorne. Ser Davos, enter!” Davos Seaworth comes in as Maester Pylos exits. The Onion Knight bows. “Yes, Your Grace?” “Sail to Storm's End and raise the banners in my name. And have a messenger send for Lord Stark. My brother was his friend and he should hear the truth of Robert's demise as well as our plans for ensuring my ascension. William Shakespeare – you're dismissed. I expect you to be at my crowning ceremony with the rest of my men. It will be held tomorrow, in a manner befitting the Lord of Light.” You rise and bow to the newly ordained king. Ser Davos Seaworth escorts you and Mannis out of the room, leaving the King to chat with his two personal advisers. The three of you exchange uneasy, nervous looks in the upper floor of that echo-filled central tower that is the Stone Drum. It is a dangerous game you three are about to play – behind the billowy cape of a determined and unyielding man. >How would you like to spend the rest of this day? (write-in)
>>496550send letter to comander mormont asking if everything went allright and if benjen is back
>>496550See melly, maybe convince her to side with us
>>496550Printing Presses. We need propaganda war.
>>496582In addition, try to figure out if there's any way to defend our 2nd amendment and use our alchemy to figure out how to either make an alternative propellant or fix the powder.
>>496550Also>Write Jaime a love letter
We should find out what Melle sees in our eyes, mannis too. From there spar with mannis we getting train and find out how good he is.
>>496573Also this boys
Alright roll me 1d100 + 5, best of 3. This is a charisma check.
Rolled 14 (1d100)>>496614
Rolled 1 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>496614
Rolled 29 (1d100)>>496614
Rolled 21 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>496614rolling
>>490864>>496620yeah m8, CRASHING THIS QUEST WITH NO SURVIVORS
>>496620The absolute madman
>can't seduce anyone unless it a some bumfuck peasant or someone with shit taste(Raina)JUST
>>496842The dice really understand what true love is.
>>496842Benjen seduced Will, not the other way around
>>496842Didn't even make us roll for it you dirty rat.
>>496915That wasn't a forced romance though.That sexual tension naturally built up over the course of a good month or two.If you've noticed, every girl that requires actual effort for you to bed you've attempted to fuck within literally a few hours if not fewer of meeting her.