You remember a wedding. Drink, food- pink lamb you believe. A fine feast. A feeling of peace, relaxation as worries melt away. You smile. But you also bark, and snarl. You sense treachery. You know treachery. The alpha is displeased, wraps you in iron and remands you to a box of wood smelling of horse fear. Why won't he listen? You bare teeth.The songs change tempo. You lower a goblet. The Rains of Castamere? Screams. For a moment, you freeze rigid, shock filling you. They wouldn't dare. A crossbow's twang.Your ears catch screams. You whine. Shake, howl, strain against your bonds, but flesh and blood is no match to iron. Bad men. Men that stink of hostility and amusement come closer. They dare not come close. They bear weapons that send bites to a distance. Smalljon throws the table up and over you, as you bleed, still unbelieving. You try to think, try to say something, as you see Smalljon go for his blade. Bolts fill him, he still runs. You wish for nothing more than for him to stop. He falls to one knee, sliding forward, pulling forward. He is on his knees when a man wearing the flayed banner cuts his head off. It takes two blows.You feel the pain, the bite, and howl, as the lesser dogs bark back at you. Lesser creatures. Your blood runs free, but you can't get past the chains- they loosen. Someone has loosed you! Joy. Your teeth wrap around the necks of debased wolves, even as iron fills your coat.Dacey, longaxe to the belly from Ryman, whoreson smiling at killing a warrior worth ten of him unarmed. Wendel, a bolt in his disbelieving mouth. Robin, fallen under a crowd of knives. Too many names. Another bolt in you.Hate. Anger. Fury. They shout things at one another, shocked by your actions. A shake of your head, and the whining creature in your mouth silences and stills. You are slowing. You leap forward, grasp the arm of your two legged prey. He screams."The Lannisters send their regards."Then cold knife and cold bolt slip in to your heart.
Fuck yes, it's alive!
You remember this. You remember the burning hate, the fear, the despair, those words whispered from men you trusted. They violated a sacred law that day. An old law. A law older than their families, their castles, their blood. You remember Robb Stark's disbelief. His useless fury. But you are not Robb Stark. You jerk awake. It is a weak day, in a forest. Leaves wisp in front of you, drifting on an eddy of the breeze. You are looking up to a grey sky framed by skeletal trees. You are surrounded by men. Not your men. Grubby, dirty men that wear no loyalty on their sleeves. They stare at you in fear and horror. One man holds a knife, pointing at your throat. Something must not have gone to plan."Di-Did it just open its eyes?"You don't know what they were planning. But in their surprise you have an opportunity before you. Fight or flight. Your jaw spasms, imagining their warm blood running in your teeth. Or lead. Memories of a crown. Where is your crown?
>If it wasn't clear. Input time is now.
>>25876024Look around for the crown. Did these men take it?
>>25875985So we're a wolf now or something?
>>25875985Demand our crown from these fools.
>>25876045Did you read through the A Song of Ice and Fire books? I don't want to spoil it for you.
>>25876087Yes, but both Robb and his wolf died in those which makes this quest kinda confusing.
>>25876134Maybe we're Robb's reanimated wolf-head corpse?
>>25876045Or something.>>25876080>>25876037Crown. Where is your crown?You sit up, eyes wide and glancing around. The man with the knife to your throat cries out, jabs it forward, and with instinct your cold hand wraps around it and twists, grasping the metal and pulling it aside, tossing it to the other end of the clearing. It did not hurt. Your flesh does not bleed. You stand, glancing around. No. No your crown is not here. A snarl rips from your mouth, your teeth bared. You are a KING. You growl, grasp at your throat, it refuses to come out, come out right, but eventually you manage to work it out."Crown?" You growl out to them. The shocked band were in a tumult, grabbing bows and swords, but freeze at your words. You sniff. Refuse. Old rabbit. Dying embers. River water. Blood. No gold. No crown. A thought crosses in your head, hurting it. Something about a crown, but you shake it free. Not right now. There are more immediate concerns."What, awful, stranger spawned evil is this?" One murmurs. The man who held the knife had been rising, backing away, but he stops at the noise that passes from your throat. "Robb? Is that you?" This man is familiar. How?>Input.
>>25876174Sniff his crotch, try to remember who he is.
>>25876174"You are familiar to me. Who are you?"Just with more growling.
>>25876174Kill the traitors.
>>25876208>>25876215You stand now, on shaky legs from the rock you had been lain against. You are wet from the river. Cold. But a good cold. You walk to the center of the clearing, and the men in front of you back away, and the others surround you. Pack. They were a pack. Harwin alone stands in the ring, staring in horror. You sniff. Smell. Old smell. Snow, stone, oldwood smell.Only nine men, some part of you notes. There are rules. You could kill all these men. Nothing to fear."Y-" Harwin flinches, shuts his eyes, but stays still, as you try to work out the noises, "Yurrrr," Frustration wells within. You look a fool. You tamp down the anger. "Familiar. Who?" It does not come out nearly that clearly. You point at him. "Ha-Harwin my lord," He glances back to the crowd in fear. A bearded man gives a shrug, "You must remember me!" He claps his hand on his chest, hope in his eyes, "Robb! I served your father, when he went south! I heard about the wedding, and, I just couldn't let it end like that. I had hoped that Thoros would be able to bring you back, but-" He hesitates at this, and looks pleadingly, "Maybe we won't need him?"Harwin. You remember, in the snow. Mother dead. Squirming in the cold, baying for warmth. Harwin didn't like you then. He left with your father, south. Father didn't come back. But he did. How dare he. Your cold fingers clench, and Harwin seems to sense this, steps back. Swallows audibly.The crown. Remember the crown. You shake your head. No one can be king alone without servants.>Input.
>>25876377Roar out an order: KNEEL BEFORE THE ABOMINATION WHICH IS KING IN THE NORTH
>>25876450Pretty heavy on syllables for a wolf head stitched on to an undead body, don't you think?
>>25876377Go to a river to wash yourself, get a good look.
>>25876377Where is our crown? A king needs his crown. WE need our crown!
Why is it king in the north and not 'of the'wtf is going on here
>>25876502We know what happened. We got betrayed. We lost our crown. We will make them pay. All of them.
>>25876502>>25876475>>25876468>>25876450I don't suppose you guys would be willing to reach a consensus? I'll give it another five minutes, then throw up some kind of mish mash.
>>25876547Because his throne and place of residence are in the north, while his lands extend quite southerly given that House Tully has aligned with him.
>>25876465What kind of a person would even rising a body like that in the first place?
>>25876468This one gets my vote, I say we need to come to grips with who or what we are now.
>>25876592Harwin just said the body came to life without Thoros' help.
>>25876468Let's do this.
>>25876547There are several kings who all claim dominion over the same continent. and he's the one who lives in the north.
>>25876615>>25876468>>25876595Alright. Calling it for getting to the river.
Harwin looks up at you. "Robb?" You remember this name. But it doesn't seem right. Harwin holds up a hand, reaching for you, but you shove him to the side, stride past. Something was wrong. Something wasn't right. The crowd before you hesitate, rusty blades and bows up, but you hear Harwin call out from behind you, "Get out of his way!" Smart Harwin. The men glance between each other in worry, but step back and part as you walk forward. You smell water this way. You hear the rushing water. You've never had senses this sharp before. You would have to be blind not to hear the river from here.You go through the underbrush, glancing left and right, seeing darting animals and birds flitting, all fleeing you. You remember their names, told to you in long, boring Maester's lessons, and you remember the taste of them as they died screaming between your jaws. Thankfully, you now have a river in front of you. You scrape down the gravel and roots to the bank of the shore, and lean in your hands splashing water on your snout- snout? You stare in the water. Pale, black tipped human hands are in the water, river flowing between the fingers. A shaggy wolf's head blinking amber at the water. What manner of cruel joke is this? "Robb! Robb, please, stay calm-""It's not Robb you daft simpleton!" The man is whispering, but he might as well be yelling to your ears, "This, this isn't right, it's a monster with Robb's body, and his dog's head!" "I don't care damn it, he recognized me!" They're arguing behind you. Maybe twenty yards away, in the thicket and woods. >Input.
>>25876807This seems like an appropriate time to let out massive, khan-esque, FRRRRREEEEEEEYYYYYY. That or Bolton.
>>25876807Try to calm them down, ask what happened after your death(s).
>>25876807Time for our big decision, eh?Let's postpone it a bit and ask for our crown first.
>>25876807Try to calm them down. Go over there, act nonthreatening, be cool, try to talk with them.If they realize it's you - both of you - in there, they might calm down and serve you again.
Rolled 3>>25876884>>25876886>>25876891Oh /tg/. Let's roll with the roll result.
>>25876884This, they need to understand our intentions.. the first one? Is REVENGE.After that, we do>>25876886Calming down with huffs and puffs, wolven snorts. That is, if we're even breathing.
>>25876915>>25876886>>25876951Ok then, a howl of rage, then trying to diplomacy through a wolf's head. Gimme a bit.
>>25876807Grab that dude thats freaking out, look him in the eye and say that we are both Robb and whatever the fucks Robb's dog's name is.
>>25876984If I recall, Robb's dire wolf was named Grey Wind.
>>25876984But we aren't Robb.
>>25876980I more wanting our bitching sword than the crown, we need to kill some bitches, mostly Lanisters.
>>25876984>whatever the fucks Robb's dog's name is.Imagining him saying that just makes me smile.
>>25876984I don't think we should do that.We're not Robb, or Gray Wind.And at this point, it's uncertain whether we're animated by the Old Gods or the Great Other.
>>25877003We're Gray Robb then?
>>25877011We're Robb+Grey Wind, which I guess makes a new person or whatever.
>>25877029Either Grey Stark or Robb Wind.
>>25877024>turns out that we're frost wraith
>>25877041Grey Stark sounds awesome
>>25877044Stark Wind it is.
Also, the King in the North's crown is Iron. Gold is for Southerners.>>25877041We're King in the North. We won't have a name yet. I don't think we should have a throwback to our... "composition"
>>25877024Old Gods... Great Other... Great Old Ones?
>>25877054The Wolf that Walks?The Risen King?The Dread Wolf?
>>25877092>The Wolf that Walks?Normal wolves walk too, you dunce. The others are pretty decent, though Dread Wolf carries a resemblance to Dread Fort, which is where our mortal enemies exert their misbegotten rule over lands stolen from us.
>>25877092Pooches the King?
>>25877115We can be The Dread Wolf to those of the Dread Fort.A man can have many names, and a monster, many more.
>>25877115Hey, it's better than Robb Zombie....we should start a metal band.
>>25877092>The Risen King?I like this.
>>25877129>A man can have many names, and a monster, many more.Quoting because cool.
>>25877092Those aren't marketable at all, they sound too ghastly. You want a name that evokes loyalty and tender feelings, like Balto the Lovable Scamp.
>>25877190>You want a name that evokes loyalty and tender feelingsWE WANT REVENGE
>>25877169Risen King makes us sound like an undead monstrosity, not good for leadership.
>>25877087Sorry, no Cthulhu in the North. that's the Greyjoys' thang.
>>25877190Shut up Disney, you got Star Wars, you won't get this!
>>25876807How about we start inquiring about who these fucks are? Harwin is with the BWB. Will they adopt our banner?
>>25877205We want respectability, that's the prime requirement for a royal pretender. Being a dead wolf just doesn't cut it.
>>25877207Your just connecting Risen with the undead, a normal person (in this setting) would just think it refers to a King that has risen to power.
>>25877213they're also living in the north. just more to the west. so there might've been some outerwordly spillage.
You stare down, and grit your teeth. Hosts that slew their guests. Men that plied you with wine and song, and held smiles while concealing knives. The Twins. The Flayed Man. They killed Smalljon, Wendel, Dacey, Lucas, Robin, too many names, too many heroes that deserved a death in bed for their deeds, but suffered treachery to rob them even of a warrior's death- your hands clench, drag through the gravel and stones of the river as you shiver in fury. Bent over, you arch your head back, and for once, you are thankful for this wolf's head. You howl to the grey sky above an oath. Frey? Bolton? No. You scream no name out of your ragged throat, but those that hear it instinctively have a dark premonition of what is to come.You weren't sure what you were, but you remembered, you remembered those crimes. You would exact a bloody vengeance for them.You pant for a moment- you are unsure actually, if you need to breath, but the exertion calls for air. For a moment, you are tempted to scream out all night, for those lost, in a vain attempt to call back their souls- but it's useless. Words would not win justice.You turn then, stand and stride up the slope, seeing Harwin, and a balding man with graying beard and a bow drawn. They both stare slack jawed. You raise a hand, try to muster words in your mouth.The bow looses an arrow. It buries itself in your breast. It does not hurt. You hardly even need to stumble."Shit, Temmet, what fool notion-" Harwin turns, yelling at the gape mouthed fool next to him.>Input.>>25877054>You are right. I have shamed myself this day. It's actually bronze with black iron spikes like swords. I blame OP picture.
>>25877218People like dogs, we could be something dog-related, like Husky Boy the Secret Stark.
>>25877213That is not dead what can eternal lie, and with the strange aeons even death may die.
>>25877229we will get respect once we tear the father of he bride limb from limb with our bare hands. Maybe eat his face.
>>25877229The Wolf King?
Winter is coming. Actually no, strike that, winter has come. We are the Winter King.
>To repost names come up with last thread:The King in the NorthThe Herald of WinterThe Summer's EndThe Wolf That WalksFrey's LamentHis Majesty of Cold and ShadowStitchneckLongtoothThe Stark MonsterThe Grey KingWolf ManHe who Brings WinterThe Hungry WolfLion's BaneHe who Hunts the Flayedfrosty the wolfmanThe DreadwolfThe Dire KingLannister's DebtRed GroomThe Twins' BastardBolteaterCrowned-by-the-WildsSir Woofsalot The Dread Wolf of the North?The Harbinger of the Cold Wind?>There was also a song, but, eh, I suck at songwriting.
>>25877260>the gape mouthed fool next to him.Punch him in face, then ask Harwin and the men to join us for vengeance against the Freys, Boltons and Lannisters.
>>25877260Start by kill that poor, dumb fucker that shot you and work your way up from there.
>>25877260plug the arrow out, casually drop it and >>25877220
The Fallen Wolf of the Bannerless Blades.The Harbinger of the Ghost-Cold Wind.
>>25877260Backhand like it aint no thang."Where is my damned sword?"
>>25877287>The King in the North>The Summer's End>Grey King>The Dire King>Red Groom>Crowned-by-the-WildsMy favorites.
>>25877271King Wolf sounds fine to me.(Although Sir Woofsalot is clearly the best name)
>>25877260Kill this man, who dares assault us!
>>25877260Something that'll get them shaking in their boots. Maybe "they broke the right" repeatedly? It'd give your new followers an explanation to why you have returned, because the Guest Right has been broken, provoking vengeance from the gods? Nothing like using the gods as a decent excuse for revenge.
>>25877260Give your best "Really?" look. Snort, snap off the arrow, and approach. He better be kneeling by the time we get there. If he is, we forgive him. If not, make him kneel.
>>25877260Just glare at him.Basically do a "Dude, stop that, you're embarrassing yourself." and then take out the arrow and hand it back to him.
>>25877346I second this.
>>25877315...Actually, where the fuck is Robb's sword? Was it Valyrian steel? Is it supposed to be important? I can't fucking remember.
>>25877092We have just been born. The Young Wolf.
>>25877396>Was it Valyrian steel?No, I don't think so.Jon's sword is, but not Robb's.
>>25877399reborn. The Dead Wolf.
>>25877287>King in the North QuestThere was a previous thread to this awesome story?Do you have an archive?I need to read this.As a fresh pair of eyes.>The Dire King>The king in the northOr >The summers end.The first two relate to the claim to the throne.The third... It paints whatever we are as a force of nature. A righteous deity sent from hell itself to wreak vengeance upon those that dared to deny us.
>>25877399no one's going to accept "The Young Wolf" as a king. At least not wholeheartedly. You don't want a king who's called young. Then again, you also don't want a king who's a wolf...
>Okay, so, didn't expect this big of a reaction. Taking votes.>2 for killing Temmet.>2 for merely assaulting him.>3 for not giving a shit.>But after that, no matter what, we're rallying the men. >I think I got that right. The King in the North is going to not care and start trying to speechify.
>>25877396Ah shit. Dragonsteel kills things that are supposed to be dead, carrying that sword aroudn might not be the smartest idea.
>>25877438well, would kinda suck if "The summers end" got killed by white wakers afterwards. We should check if they're cool with us before we claim the title.
>>25877438>There was a previous thread to this awesome story?Check foolz
>>25877396Ned had the Stark family sword with him when was captured. Tywin had it reforged as two swords, one as a gift for Joffrey and one for Jamie (who gave it to Brienne later).
>>25877449don't give a shit and start rallying the guys.
>>25877438http://archive.foolz.us/tg/thread/25800107/#25812327Here's the previous thread. Linking specifically to the wall o' names. There was also another guy in that thread who got started on this, but he didn't continue. I asked repeatedly in Quest threads for the guy to follow through, but I didn't get a response. So, I'm doing it. I hope the guy doesn't mind. I'm sorry original writer. Also of note, I didn't think Thoros/Beric would resurrect a Gray Wind/Robb, so...I've come up with my own reasoning. Okay, seriously, writing the next bit.
>>25877449kill Temmet and get on with your business
>>25877505First thing to do: find the rest of the wolf's body. This is like super important.
>>25877439I disagree, but the name is mostly meant to be a sinister throwbackwell, he's a kindg plus a dire wolf, so perhaps The Dire King
>>25877528...it's going to have Robb's head on it, isn't it?And it's going to be alive.
You look down at the arrow. Long thing. You glance up to Temmet and Harwin. Harwin has his mouth open, yelling at Temmet, but Temmet. Temmet knows he had tripped a boundary that wasn't meant to be tripped. He is desperately afraid. A part of you wishes to kill him for daring to attack his rightful king, but another part of you is pleased that he is baring his throat. It wouldn't be hard. You leap forward. Harwin stumbles back as you clear twenty yards rough terrain in an eyeblink. Temmet is already crying, sinking to his knees, bow falling from nerveless fingers, "Please, please, I didn't know, I didn't know," is all you can pick out, before he starts blubbering wordlessly. He flinches as you raise a hand, and Harwin wordlessly steps away from Temmet. You draw the arrow from your flesh- it's barbed, but you don't feel a thing as you pull it out, a dreadful noise of tearing flesh and cloth. You drop it at Temmet's feet, then turn to Harwin.The wolf's head proves frustrating again, but you manage to force out, "Gather," You wave to the trees beyond, "Sword?" You add in. Strong or not, a blade is almost always better than a fist.Harwin nods hesitantly, before turning, and giving a short, sharp whistle out to the trees, he looks back to you, looking immensely relieved. Temmet behind you in the mean time is curled up in terror."I knew you were Robb," He gives a sad smile, and then looks a little worried, "I, I didn't mean nothing with the knife earlier lord. We hadn't found your head, and I just couldn't bear to see you with...That on your shoulders-""Sword," You remind him. You really do not have time for this. Your crown. Freys. Bolton. "Of- of course my liege!" Harwin unbuckles his own sword belt, passing it to you.Men like ghosts pass through the trees, approaching cautiously as you pull the belt around yourself. You can already feel your flesh knitting together from the arrow's bite. A speech would be difficult. Keep it short.>Input.
>>25877708>A speech would be difficult. Keep it short."Vengeance. Kill the Freys. Kill the Boltons. Kill the Lannisters. Make them pay."
We're part wolf now, we feel like biting something. Bite the man who shot us.
>>25877708We totally sound like Batman, don't we?
>>25877708"Not Robb. Not only Robb. More. Winter coming."
>>25877764>"SWEAR TO MEEEEEE"
>>25877764>We totally sound like Batman, don't we?Which one?Adam West, Michael Keaton, Christian Bale...Maybe one of the animated ones?
>>25877708They broke the right. The Gods punishment.
>>25877764>WUR IS SHE?!>W-who, milord?>WIFE.We're the only ones left that can continue the Stark line, aren't we...?
>>25877799While I respect your tripsdubs, that's not the Stark thing to do. We're trying to lead these people from the tyranny of Frey and Bolton, not act like a jackass.I say we demonstrate our mercy.
>>25877733This'll do nicely, let's go with it.
>>25877708"I walk again. For Vengeance. For Death. For the North.""I will fight. I will kill. Lannisters. Freys. All of them.""Fight with me. Kill with me.""I am King... of Wolf and Man."> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guTTGJ_PK2Q
>>25877788It's 2013 and we're not on /co/. Which one do you think?
>>25877855Are we, though? Frey and Bolton aren't more tyrannical than Starks, per se.
>>25877832the little one is just about to reach puberty. he might do.
>>25877832Depends on how long we've been dead.We don't seem to have any rot on us so it can't have been that long. Jon and the Bran Bunch might still be alive.
>>25877832Ehh, we can mount just about any bitch.
>>25877875>It's 2013 and we're not on /co/. Which one do you think?Tim Drake?
>>25877883Are you shitting me? Are yo seriously comparing Ramsay Bolton (who skins people alive and cuts off their wieners) and the Freys (who betrayed their sworn king and have decimated their Tully lords) to ANY of the Starks?Get a grip, m8.
>>25877733sounds fair enough.
>Okay, I'm going to work everything in together then. There doesn't seem to be any vast disagreement about what you want to do, just how to do it. Writing.
>>25877918We aren't Stark, aynways. We're more now. Let's get all medieval on some asses.
>>25877918Did you even read the books? Starks aren't about mercy, they're all about Justice. We're not some do-gooder liberators of smallfolk, so get a grip yourself buddy.
>>25877956>Let's slaughter a freaked out peasant in front of his friends because reasons.
>>25877956Soon. We'll break the Freys, and feed Walder his children. Alive.
I fucking hate quest threads and I disliked the books after reading two of them (SUDDENLY a psychic wolf boy!) and I haven't even watched the series, but I am fucking intrigued.
>>25877979Just like our father killed a man because he was afraid? Sounds about right.
>>25877994He was killed for abandoning the Watch, not coming to camp and shooting at a fucking wolfman in a decidedly low-magic world.
>>25877983That specific part of the series is pretty shit M8Don't knock the rest if it because of one bad thing.Also. Keep going OP. This is pretty damn good. No complaints.
>>25878022He was killed for abandoning his post as literally the last line of defense against an ancient evil without reporting back to said line about witnessing said evil.Granted, everyone thought he was nuts, but that's still a good enough reason.Crazy people spread like wildfire.
>>25877983Wait till the tv show is on DVD and just skip over the psychic scenes (or stream that shit). You won't miss all that much anyways. Except for some Hodor goodness.
>>25878065>>25878022So the Starks aren't merciful, I agree.
>>25878065he mostly got killed for leaving his post, though. One can't simply leave the Crows.
>>25877979I think this creature is a fundamentally changed sort of beingIt's a bloodthirsty revenant out to claim heads and a dominion
>>25878083>>25878035Did I make a mistake on giving up on it? Psychic wolf boy seemed like a pretty good time to opt out, just as homoerotic scene at the beginning of the second book in The Name of the Wind was.
>>25878035Just skip over Bran's chapters, that's what I did.
>>25878117Nah, they're just lawful. Quite lawful. Just like most Lords were when dealing with peasants and criminals.
>>25878130So how does cutting down fucking Temmet in front of his buddies help ANYTHING?
>>25878135yeah the psychic wolf boy is... eh. it get's a bit better, but for the most part it stays incredibly annoying. However, if you manage to look past the scenes with him in it, you'll be rewarded with all kinds of story gems.
>>25875985Pic related. This is interesting, QM. Continue.
>>25878158Exactly my point. They're about Justice, above all.
>>25877786>why isn't this canon>WHY ISN'T THIS CANON
>>25878172It's a way to vent our pent up aggression. It won't help, but makes us feel a bit better.
>>25878172It helps us. We were reborn through our thirst for revenge. It just seems right to make revenge our driving ambition. And that guy just shot us.
Nine men gather under the cloudy skies, and hear a tenth figure speak. You look to Harwin. "Not Robb. More," You growl as best as you can. Harwin blinks, "Winter coming," You point to Temmet. Mystified, Harwin grabs Temmet and brings him back in to the line of the rest of your audience. You glance across the men. You still smell fear, see unease, but they have their weapons now to their sides. They are worried about you. They should be. They had to have heard your howl."Vengeance," You start with. It's never far from your mind. The men glance at one another, the worry intensifying, "Freys. Boltons," You are surprised at how easy those words come from your mouth, "I will fight. Kill. Kill Boltons. Freys. Lannister," You struggle for a moment, to say more, trying to get your jaw in the right place to force out the words, "The RIGHT," By force you bring it out, "They broke, the RIGHT. Killed me. Killed under. Banner. Banner of peace," You wave angrily, memories coming back to you, "Broke North! Kill northmen," You narrow your eyes. The men are afraid. But something is coming through, "Punish. Fight WITH me," You clap a hand to your cold breast, and you can see shock. They don't understand. You wish they were wolves, "KILL with me. Bolton. Lannister. Frey. Bring justice," You don't feel physically exhausted, but there is a definite strain. You glance across the crowd. The men look at one another. You catch questions. How can this be? What would Beric think? Is he the stranger? You feel frustration, and roar:"Kneel!" That comes naturally. The men look in shock at you. Then Temmet kneels first. Then Harwin. Then the rest slowly join in, and bow their heads. Poor start. But a start. Your pack. You raise a hand, and they rise. Unsure, but they will follow you Harwin looks to you then, glancing nervously, "A word, milord?"Temmet is still kneeling. Sweating, despite the chill.>Input.
>>25878213>"A word, milord?""Yes?"
>>25878172follow the talky chain, that's not really what we are talking aboutbut if it was, didn't that guy shoot you? What do you think it would help, above and beyond whatever we're trying to characterise
>>25878135Psychic wolf-boy is annoying, but overall he isn't all that relevant, at least up until now so he's tolerable.The real problem of the series is Daenerys because Grrr seems intent in having every single damn plotline converge with hers in the end in obvious ways and she's just not that strong as a character to carry all of that weight.
>>25878275I second this.
>>25878213>'a word, milord?'Whats good nigga?
>>25878259Kind of a problem I saw with the series as a whole. The author wants to convey things in a cinematic video game style, where he breaks away from characters we give a shit about and uses a placeholder character who we don't like as a camera for plot important stuff happening far away. See: Catheryn. Katherine? Bitch mom Stark. Haven't read it in 2 years.
>>25878259I have no problem with psychic wolfboy, I hope, at one point, he just wheels into the middle of a battle and ego whips fucking everyone into being his mind bitches.Then him and and Danny kill each other in battle, leaving Tyrion Lanister king of the realm.
>>25878205>>25878209>>25878254>But this doesn't help...>IT HELPS ME A LOThttps://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=43WJ4AlOI2Y#t=340s
>>25878259I think he'll just kill her off at some point. Put her and her slave army on a boat and sink it. After the dragons died during a tragic accident.Just to hear a thousand fans simultaneously cry out in pain and anguish.
>>25877287The Ruin of Summer
>>25878296This, we're a jive talking zombie wolfman now.
You would speak, but that last bout took something out of you. You wave to Harwin and join the rest of the nine walking back to camp. You hang back to speak with him, despite the clear unease this puts on the rest of the men ahead of you. Temmet has been brought to his feet and is following along the band, stumbling, though he glances back on occasion with hollow eyes to you. "My lord Robb," Harwin starts, then stops, frowns, remembering what you had told him then shakes his head and goes on, "I regret I had not told you earlier, but we're part of the Brotherhood without Banners, led by Beric Dondarrion-" You wave your hand in irritation. You needed to find Freys. Harwin stumbles over his words in a rush, "Who- who was sent by your father before he, he, ah, anyway, we're still fighting for the good fight, for the justice of the smallfolk. I had just heard about the terrible events at the Twins, and was given leave to go with a few men to try to collect what we could- oh my lord, it was terrible to see the state they left you in. We had seen what Thoros could do for Beric, so, we had a hope and took you- we could not recover your head though, and hoped to find that later-"Beric keeps talking and talking. Still, the gist seems to be that he was hoping to return back to the main band of the Brotherhood. He seems to be under the impression that Beric would be pleased to see you. You did not know much of anything about Beric. Or this Thoros character. But ostensibly, he was the alpha of these pups, the one they followed. It is possible you could bring Beric and the full force of his band to bear in your search for vengeance. Or he might take back his own men. You scratch the stitches at your neck, considering matters. You were strong, of that is certain. You were sure you could kill all of these men if they turned against you. But it might not be so easy against the rest. Some part of you rankles at this cold arithmetic.>Input.
>>25878344Well at least the last book was a good start. Dragons are AWOL, her city's got taken over, her favorite slaves are getting murdered and she knows damn well it's all her fault.I'd be optimistic now if but I have this feeling it's just gonna end in 14 "Danny sits around in the wilderness eating peyote and shitting in the woods waiting for her dragons" chapters in the next book.
>>25878430Who here honestly had any of those characters as their favorite characters?I only gave a shit about Arya, the Imp, and Jon Snow from the first few chapters. Everyone else could die as the pleased.
>>25878469Why does your alpha want to see me?
>>25878469ask Harwin's advice. Confide your doubt in him.
>>25878510>Jon SnowHate to break it to ya, m8...
interesting idea, will follow this quest.
>>25878520I second this.
>>25878538Fuck, seriously? I ain't picking this series up again.
>>25878469>smallfolk>not StarkAsk him if that means he also betrayed you. Add a growl for good measure.
>>25878498>14 "Danny sits around in the wilderness eating peyote and shitting in the woods waiting for her dragons" chapters in the next bookUhg, you're probably right about that. This is what she gets for lusting after the Dhaario cock and not sacking Mereen.
>>25878562don't listen to him, it's still unresolved.
>>25878538Eh, Melisandre will pull a Thoros and use that as leverage to make him have Stannis legitimize him since the Wall isn't a place for him anymore if he lives, or most likely, Wun Wun will just go apeshit and destroy everything with Leathers riding shotgun.
>>25878538B-but he's not dead! Getting stabbed multiple times and falling in the snow not feeling anything anymore is obviously just a cliffhanger ending! Melisandre will save him! He's the sone of Rheagar Targaryan, he's the fucking titular ice and fire, no way he'll die!
>The Small King>The Imp with golden Horns>The Last Lion>The Golden Pig (he has no nose remember?)>"I might be half a man, but I'm all King"
>>25878585How fortunate that there is a Red Priest on hand.
>>25878562>Fuck, seriously?Maybe. We honestly don't know.
>>25878469We should find their current alpha and challenge him, display our dominance, then they will follow us. We are the king in the north, but we are also a wolf. We should stick to what we know.
>>25878569Then, if we can even string a sentence, we find the first Frey assholes and kill them, or Olyvar since he was alyways a bro to us.
So, if we were revived outside of Berric's influence, does this mean Lady Stoneheart might eventually make an appearance?
>>25878585(He's dead, though)
>>25878634This, mount their leader in a dominance display.
>>25878674Hasn't been confirmed or denied.
>>25878598>Rhaegar TargaryenWhat. I thought he was just another of Robert's bastards that Ned was there to take the blame for.
>>25878518>Your common sense tells you that Beric does not yet know of your existence. For now, only Harwin and his band know that there is a King of the North walking around. >>25878520>>25878560"Well of course you should come!" Harwin smiles, "As soon as Beric sees the rightful King in the North lives again, he'd only be too glad to pledge his life to your cause!" Harwin is optimistic.>>25878569"Smurr," You growl, trying to force the words out, before settling for, "Not Stark? Betrayed?" "Well," Harwin looks a mite conflicted, "No, no, it's just, the Riverlands were getting razed by Gregor and his band of bastards. We had to do something," Harwin looks apologetic, "We were no army. We still raided Lannister lines whenever we could, but we couldn't very well march North and pledge ourselves to you." Hm. Likely story. >Okay, I guess we can make this a binary choice here. >Do you want to follow Harwin and his band back to Beric's camp? Or do you want to order Harwin and the men to follow you instead, and avoid that confrontation, and go back to your goal of killing Freys. >Or I guess for a third choice, you could fuck off entirely alone out in the wilds or something.>Also, I've gotta get going in like ten minutes. Will resume if this thread still exists at 01:00 4chan time.
>>25878726Let's take these men and go, if we meet Beric it might end up in a bloodshed.
>>25878726>follow Harwin and his band back to Beric's campWe will make Beric surrender his pack to us.
>>25878726>follow Harwin and his band back to Beric's camp?I vote for this.
>>25878726Follow Harwin.This is going to be good, especially if we were raised by the Other.
>>25878726Follow to Beric.
>>25878726Beric. Let's see where taht leaves us.Also, archive this, just in case?
>>25878726Make Beric your bitch.not literally, of course.
>>25878726Follow them to Beric. If we're gonna order people to follow us we should start at the top. see >>25878634
>>25878825(but seriously though, literally)
>>25878825why not? You gota do what you gotta do.
>>25878791I'm still holding out for the old gods. Never saw enough of their influence in the books..[Spoiler] What if, among weirwoods we become like a god? Controlling the land around us?
>>25878851You never saw enough of their influence in the books since there's none. They're just superstition.
>>25878843>>25878844no blood circulation means no erection. Since he's not a roller zombie, we can only assume he's like ColdHands, and has no blood circulation.
>>25878726I say go to Beric. What have we got to lose at this point?
>>25878851That'd be pretty awesome. We could turn into a god of wolves. Father Wolf or something like that.
>>25878873We'll find a way. Winter is coming!
How aboutWHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE A HUMAN BODY UNDER MY WOLF HEADTranslated roughly as: TWO FEET! TWO FEET!
>>25878873no blood circulation means no brain activity. go fuck a porcupine.
>>25877546Together, they fight crime
>>25878866Greenseers dude. See psychic wolf-boy.The nine are superstition.The old gods are real.
>>25878866Uh bro, they start talking and shit in the third or fourth book I believe. And later Brann fuses to the weirwood network with the help of the Children of the Forest that still live.
>Alright. Calling it for meeting Beric.You glare at Harwin. Beric Dondarrion. Evidently, he had once followed your father's order. He would respect your strength. You would force him to bend knee and bare throat if he did not accept that. "We go. To Beric."Harwin nods, relieved, "Ah, good on you for that sir. I can't really read your, eh," He drops it, but you know what he means. He can't read your face.Another advantage of your form."Alright everybody! We're going back north!" He calls out, claps, gives orders to pack and move. You cock your head against the wind, smelling. You smell strange men- not the men in front of you, but there will be men between you and your objective. You wish you knew what a Frey smelled like. You feel a hunger. Not a stomach hunger, exactly.The Crown of Winter will be yours again.>Okay, be back in a few hours. Sorry everybody.
>>25878895that's ok, he's got a wolf's head on his body.
>>25878185....that is disturbing.
>>25878991More like someone was trying to be disturbing too hard and the guy just didn't care.I'd have tossed him a beer
Somebody archive this, just in case.
>>25878851>>25878881>Robb Stark is now a raging, ravenous wolf-man praying to ancient gods of winter and deathI think House Stark needs a new banner.
>>25878903>>25878914Ah, I see. I always skipped Brann's chapters so I wouldn't know.
>>25879068More the thought of wolfy-Robb chilling out listening to some guy's problems
>>25879142I'd have gotten bored and grabbed a beer. Listening to problems is fine, but much easier after booze.
>>25879110>slowly becoming a true Werewolf as the legend of the True King in the North spreadsThis quest could get really awesome.
>>25879222As long as creepy shit doesn't occur, which almost inevitably does whenever a woman enters the story due to retards, doubly so because the main character is a fucking wolf.
>>25879222>rutting with all the bitches from the Wall to EyrieYou bet, anon!
>>25879264No, we're a were wolf not a fucking wolf.
>>25879288Pretty sure we should remain an abstinent wolf.
>>25879329I'd like to second this, but it will never happen>mfw every character I play never has sex ever because hanging out with dudes and roleplaying that shit ain't right
Just putting it out there: Death is too good for our enemies. Instead, we make them as monstrous as we are. Flay the skin from Roose Bolton, etc.
>>25879110I hope we get Wyld up the ass and slowly mutate into the savage embodiment of predatory life, with teeth, claws, eyes and all that shit everywhere.
>>25879329Obviously, we can only create more wolfmen by replicating the exact same situation that created us.Kill a direwolf and a man, and sew that shit together while both pieces are still warm.>implying that we won't Wolfmen our living siblings. Except Sansa, fuck her
>>25879376Our one-eyed snakes actually has an eye
>>25879371Justice is justice, sounds good to me.
>>25879376Actually, I've been thinking about actually running a W:tA quest, mostly because I can't find anyone to play it with.
>>25879403>living siblingsBut Robb, none of your siblings have conclusively died.
>>25879403You gotta betray them severely for it to work, though. Like, kill them when they're your guests.
>>25879448Not necessarily. I'm hoping we can pass on some wolfy goodness with a bite.
>>25879448>kill them when they're your guests.No.We're better than them.
>>25879403Maybe we get some trick to turn them into living, screaming trees, to curse our name for eternities to come.That is, if we're truly raised by the Old Gods and not something else entirely.>>25879430Could be fun. I think there was an attempt at one, but it never got past character creation.
>>25879448Oh, I like this. The betrayal is a key factor. >Lannister Wolfmen errywhere in the Seven Kingdoms
archive needs votes:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=King%20in%20the%20North%20Quest
>>25879403We're sewing Sansa's head on a direwolf body so Tyrion can ride her into battle.
>>25879530Nah, fuck her.Don't acknowledge her, ever.
>>25879588>Nah, fuck her.You have some weird fetishes, Anon.
Following with great interest. Do you guys think Rob/Wind remembers Jennylne Poole? Also. I .really hope mother dearest hasn't replaced Dondarrion
>>25879598THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT YOU FUCKING NIGGERFAGGOT JESUS CHRIST JUST SHUT UP
>>25879530No, no, we'll sew all our relatives' heads on a single direwolf body and call it the Beast of Revelation. That'll put the fear into our enemies!
>>25879645Meng you ain't meI agree, but what the hell
>>25879669...fuck. We're an Abyssal Exalted.Let's try at least to keep the magic levels at a low, since Exalted is too much for Westeros.
>>25879371hmm, yes, a living flayed man in constant torment, exposed to the elements and raw nervess forever burningFrey, what could be in store for him. He wants everyone to marry his daughters. Oh yeah? How about he marry's everyone elses daughters? JUSTICE
>>25879645>THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT YOU FUCKING NIGGERFAGGOT JESUS CHRIST JUST SHUT UP
>>25879710>since Exalted is too much for Westeros.What do you mean?
>>25879715We turn Frey into a bridge and hold all the weddings on his back.
>>25879722Oh please.A racial remark is not being edgy. Who isn't slightly racist against somebody? Who?
>>25879834ASoIaF is pretty low magic, right.Exalted has undead Godzillas that were hollowed out and turned into war fortresses fueled by hate of neverborn gods. Your players can punch it to death.
>>25879924>Exalted has undead Godzillas that were hollowed out and turned into war fortresses fueled by hate of neverborn gods.>Your players can punch it to death....I really want to play Exalted right now.
>>25879936That's nothing, you can punch people so hard that they fall in love with you.
>>25879978Wasn't there that power that, when you punch something, gives everything in a mile radius around the punch radiation burns?
>>25879864Or entomb him in a bridge/castle
Become a scourge of the land. Reclaim what was yours, your home, your crown, your vengeance.I want this to be a game.....fuck it, I'll change the story so I won't get lawsuited to death, and make this a game.
>>25875846>>25875985>>25876174just got here, and read through the thread.epic start there op, really liked your aproach.
>>25880262I'm gonna say thank you on behalf of OP
>>25879834Let me put it this way, In Exalted, you typically play a dude who did something so awesome that the King of the Gods, Sol Incarnae himself, turned away from his monitor for two seconds to go "damn man, that was pretty cool, take this shard I'm gonna jam into your soul thats full of magic and kung fu and do more awesome things in my name. Now get going, cause I gotta get back to my raid." And its pretty cool at first, till you find out that the Jedi betrayed you 1500 years ago and everyone hates you because you're supposedly a demon who possesses awesome people, and you're going to go slowly yet inevitably insane. Also a two thousand year old man eating monster just showed up and claims she's your wife, and really wants to go out on a date next week. And your best friend from your last life is trying to wipe out all life. And the autobots and decepticons have united and invaded in the south. And magical America is trying to shank you in the back, and they have magical robots and power armor and kung fu monks to do it with. And all the forces of hell are about to kool aid man right through the barrier separating them from Creation.But its cool, because you're a fucking solar and fixing shit is what you do. (At least when you're not breaking reality so hard the Sidereals go 'we really need to kill this dude')
>>25880710>this is what Solars actually believe
>>25880827Lets not get "BAWWWW WHY DONT THE DEVS CATER ADVENTURES TO DRAGONBLOODS/SIDEREALS/LUNARS/ALCHEMICALS/HEROIC MORTALS/THAT GUY IN ACCOUNTING INSTEAD OF THE ONE BOOK THEY CAN GUARANTEE I OWN!" started in a non exalted thread.
Best just to make a new thread.20 posts away from autosage.
bump to keep thread alive for another hour
>>25880710>everyone hates youSome guys hate you, but you can make your own world, so who care?>and you're going to go slowly yet inevitably insaneWe don't really know that. Desus, for example, became much, much worse with the Great Curse lifted.
>>25880068THE SCOURGEA tabletop roleplaying game for two players.Once upon a time, their was a fair and noble monarch. They ruled with kindness, justice, and honor.But that soveriegn is dead; brought low by the betrayal of cowards and schemers. They celebrated in their halls; drank your wine, mocked your body, slew your family.You are not a king anymore. Now, you are THE SCOURGE. Half man, half monster, you exist for a singular purpose, vengeance.Reclaim what was yours; your home, your crown, your vengeance.Let's make this happen, /tg/
>>25882941I see this game as being about the swing between terrifying monster and noble ruler.Resolution works on a d6 success mechanic; fives and sixes are successes.To start, the player has six dice; three "brutality" dice and three "nobility" dice. Whenever a player takes an action that is inherently brutal, like fighting or using their monstrous abilities, they roll the 'brutality dice'. Everytime the player does something inherently noble, like negotiating or ruling, they roll the 'nobility' dice.Each die is tied to some piece of the character's past; their loved ones, their titles, their belongings, etc. Whenever a character can 'use' the background for an opposing die in a given situation, they can 'flip' that die's color and add it to the other dice. For example:Robb is fighting a Frey bannerman. He rolls three brutality dice, currently representing his sword, his betrayal, and his wolf-form. He gets no successes, so he decides to use one of his nobility dice to tip the odds. He thinks on his "Mother", currently one of his nobility dice, and flips it to a brutality die. He rolls the extra die, succeeds, and with the image of his mother's ghastly murder seared into his mind, he strikes down his foe. From now on, his "Mother" background is tied to a brutality die, so that he has four brutality dice and only two nobility dice. Of course, the next time he has to negotiate, he might choose to flip his mother's die back to nobility, remembering her talent for diplomacy.Thoughts?
>>25883358>>25882941Interesting concept. I would say that there would have to be a limit to how many dice you can flip, and perhaps a cost to it as well. Perhaps, each time you swap them you give a chance for an NPC (through the GM- or make it an ability if we're keeping things more board game-y rather than RPG-y) to swap your dice back. Example, the King in the North is about to land a killing blow on Walder Frey, he has four dice from swapping his mother to fuel his rage. He gets three successes, enough to kill Walder- but he had swapped it earlier, and Walder mocks the King, asking him to imagine what his mother might think of him now. The third success is soured, being based off of the Mother background, and Walder escapes. Or, vice versa, The King in the North is in an intense negotiation with Bolton, doing his absolute best to not flip his shit. He rolls his courtly dice, and gets the one success necessary, but then Bolton gives a smug smirk, and asks the King whether or not his mother would have Tully or Stark arrangements for her funeral. The King flips his shit, and the negotiation is ruined. Make it only that certain NPCs can do this, and only to recently flipped dice. Or something. I'm awful at mechanics. I like the idea though. I'd almost advise making it more of a board game kind of thing rather than a tabletop RPG. Maybe make it so that there's one King, and the rest of the players play ministers to his court, each with their own goal to swing the king in to either brutality or nobility? Eh, whatever.Anyway, I'm back. Writing up the next post now.
And I'm here, expecting.This is great stuff man. We could probably incorporate that dice mechanic into this game.
You step through the forests, keeping to the old paths and avoiding the main roads. Harwin had given you an old cloak, and despite the irritation, you had draped it over yourself, but you have no delusions. Only a blind man could not notice something terribly wrong about a wolf's snout poking from a hood. The nine men are careful, quick, and quiet, and for this you have to admire them as they dart through the trees. A good pack of hunters. You are strong, and you do not falter as you follow them, but you are frustrated with your body's inexpert design, and the sheer height with which you stand. You try to duck low, to use the arms instead of idly swinging them about, but you are at war with yourself through it. Your hands are too soft, your body not shaped to support it, and some part of you is disgusted at the thought of capering about like a beast. So you instead settle for your clumsy stumbling forward, leaned forward, predatory. A hand is raised up front. You all halt. You're on a ridge, looking down at the road. One of the men complains, whispering, "We'll have to go back, group of men coming in a convoy, something like twenty." "At this rate, we'll be fumbling through the dark to get to Beric.""Either that, or we get spotted by twenty odd bannermen marching south to Riverrun.""Are they Frey?" Harwin whispers urgently. Silence."C'mon, keep no secrets.""Yes...Yes they're Frey. But there's only nine of us! It would be suicide!""Ten. And Robb never lost a battle.""Harwin, have you gone insane?" The man up front turns back, irritated, before spotting you. He ducks his head, and murmurs, "No offense. But, we're not ready for a pitched fight without Beric and the rest. Certainly not in Frey lands.""They can't all be soldiers." Frey. Oh, but this was a good opportunity. Rare was a crown won without blood. And you were hungry. >Input.
>>25884309Howl in anticipation. Move around to make them believe there are about to be ambushed by plenty of wolves
>>25884309We're going in on this. They can follow or not, doesn't matter. One look at us and that twenty will become a lot less.
>>25884309A king leads his men into battle. Our body knits itself together, our strength is beyond a normal man's and we have a sword on our belt.We give them one growl, to move, to charge. We then do so ourselves, and kill them all. Slaying the second-to-last man with a bite. Let's see if our affliction is contagious... If it comes back, we're raised by the Great Other.
>>25884562>>25884572"It doesn't matter if they're all soldiers Harwin, it's a matter of simple ma-"You laugh. Well, not really. It's not exactly a laugh. But something comes out of your throat, low, and anticipatory. You stand tall now, and howl up to the sky. The men stare at you aghast, as you stop howling, and run down the road, further down the road, approaching the caravan, picking up another howl. Where are they? Where are the Frey? You smell them first, they smell of salted fish, wheel grease, rations, a supply convoy. No noble man here, but the Frey's pack. You catch sight of them trying to glance back trying to catch sight of the wolves. Your body, inadequate as it was, is more than enough to stick to the shadows and thickest brush, keeping out of their eyes. Soft soldiers, guarding two wagons overburdened with supplies. You see sixteen with steel and armor, hanging loose and comfortable. They weren't expecting trouble, this close to their home. You dash past them, pick up the howl again. They stop the wagons now, start circling about, starting to talk curiously. They think it's only wolves. They are fools. Spears, bows, and swords are held near, but not ready. You can come out now. You can see the others. Harwin is telling them to wait. He knows to wait until their attention is turned. He believes in you. Good man. Quick to recognize a miracle. He catches sight of you- the Frey are looking the wrong way from both of you. He waits for a signal. Arrows are nocked.>Input.
>>25884777Go for the archers first. Attempt to scare the mounts away from any riders. As soon as some fo they wisen up, retreat to the trees and wait for Harwin's men to take the Frey's attention away
>>25884112>I actually like that idea. There should be mechanics. And heck, we could put this quest to more use by testing a system for this game. >Although, the King in the North as I imagine him as a living dead incarnation of hate and vengeance is a monster. I do want to make that clear that, spoiler alert, if you guys had said you wanted to kill the first nine men you met, I would have given it to you and just written up some gory painful details. >When he meets up skilled soldiers, armies, certain entities or artifacts though, things are different. But against your bog standard humans that aren't very well equipped or have a very good plan? Poor humans. >I'd want to hash out the mechanics a bit more before using them, but I'd be down to test it if you feel like Scourge devving.
>>25884777Shift Nobility Dice to Brutality. We remember war, we remember our training in the hold of Winterfell.Take out the archers and slip our steel claw around those polearms to disarm them with the bite of our blade.Maintaining for biting the second to last while we put terror into the very last.
>>25884777Rush forward, sword drawn, fangs bared.Sink our fangs into the back of an unsuspecting Frey and our sword into the skull of another.
Archers. Far biters. Your lips curl back. That was how they killed you. Both of you. Or was it neither? You creep back the other way down the road, waiting to get as close to the caravan as possible, crouched low, arms spread. You want nothing more than to bite and tear their throats open, but some part of you reasons, and you draw Harwin's blade. You signal to Harwin to wait.You are close now. A few outriders are turning about in confusion, their horses panicking at your scent. Smart horses. Only four men near bows. They mill about in confusion, wondering where the howls came. Eventually, a large man with a scar over his eye puts his helmet back on, and inhales to shout an order.You leap from the brush, and sprint for the wagons. You are fast, so fast, and you rejoice to fill the wind on your face, and to feel your muscles stretched and tested. So much better than being dead. You feel the cloak fall from your head, and hear screams and shock ahead of you, and yet again you try to laugh with a head never built for it. The archers are up on the wagons, scrambling for their bows. A spear blocks your path, held in shaking hands- he swings at you, slow, too slow, you grab the spear just under the point and pull him off balance and give a back swing to his throat. He falls bleeding in the dirt, as the slow men try to react, and horses panic. Men back away, giving you a clear shot to the top of the wagon, where a man takes an inaccurate shot at you. You leap up, steel fang ahead of you and land, tearing him from shoulder to thigh. The chipped blade breaks off in him. You don't know your own strength. You lash out with your left arm for the begging archer, breaking his jaw and sending him falling off the carriage, screaming. You would love to get to know it. The horses on this wagon are filled with fear, riding past the second wagon, and their two archers, the driver still foolishly trying to hold the archers in place. A single bound places you next to them.
>>25885360the Freys will be trying to get into a defensive formation. It will most likely be circular. Go for the centre of the circle, the leader will likely be there. With no one to issue commands, the convoy will be defenseless for your party.
Harwin shouts something behind you. You can hear it, but somehow don't really care much at the moment. The man on the left buries a blade in to your belly. The man on the right leaps from the carriage, shouting something about a monster. You grab the left man's arm and squeeze until you feel bone crack, and warm blood running through your fingers. Your right hand throws the broken blade through the running man's shoulder, sending him sprawling in to the dust, gasping in fear. The driver in front of you has realized the gravity of the situation, and is running and screaming now. You pull the horses free of the wagon, to keep from being dragged off in to the distance. They obligingly run.Well placed arrows are singing around you now, finding their marks in Frey soldiers. The Frey find you more important now. Nine remain, eight with arms and armor, and one particularly brave servant, holding a dirk ahead of him. They are on the verge of running. Their scar faced commander at the lead, shield up to block arrows, pointing at you with his blade. Shouting about you being a lucky lunatic, that was all. A few of the Frey are already running. The scarred man seems to be the only thing keeping the last together. You hear your men behind you coming running, calling out, with a few arrows as support.You fervently hope to feel Frey flesh in your teeth before this is over.>Input.
>>25885437>inputWhat input? Run into the fray.
>>25885437Sink our fangs into the scarred man.roll those brutality dice
>>25885425>>25885456Okay, I'll take that. Writing.>>25885495Hm. Okay, but before I do that, I should ask how many dice, and what qualifies as a success. We going to use the 6d6 total pool from up above?
>>25885437Bury our teeth in the scarred man's throat. Rinse and repeat for those that stay
>>25885437Let the cowards who run off do so. They will die too in time. And even though no one will believe them, the couple survivors from the next few times will be believed.
>>25885516Sure. Convert a nibility dice at that with memories of our father and his own skill with a sword. We also need to take a new blade from a man.
>>25885516((I'm not really sure how to use the dice system collectively, as we should decide these things together. Also, it seems like we would just always minmax our dice accordingly, so I'm not sure about the distinction in changing the dice there.))
>>25885584We'd be forced to add additional dialogue or thought to the monster, increasing the character to properly sway the dice.Though, agreed, we'd need a better method.
You drop off the wagon, and approach the ragged line. You hold up a hand. Harwin bellows a halt, and you cross the line to approach the Frey men, who seem a great deal less certain. And injured Frey man is between you and your targets, holding their line uncertainly. He crawls forward, bleeding from an arrow placed well in the throat. You stomp on him, breaking both arrow and neck, then reach down and grab his sword.One of your opposite number vomits. Not the scarred man. He reaches under his coat, and you hear him whisper a prayer to the Warrior. Divine intervention does not occur. You approach, steel claw in your right hand. This would be foolish, under normal circumstances. But if there's one thing you are sure of, it is that you are far from normal.The scarred man glares at his compatriots, then shouts, "Well? What are you waiting for? Get him!" The mob of cowards rush forward, trying to scream to cover their fear. >Okay. Let's adopt the Brutality/Nobility dice mechanics. Once per action you can flip a die, however the action has to be thematic. Eating the heart of an enemy could flip a noble die to brutal, for instance. Holding a funeral for a friend in contrast could flip a brutal die to noble. But, a noble die turned to brutal, or vice versa has its flaws, as certain enemies can prey on that to sour successes earned with those dice. That sound okay? In this case, our King has 8d6 dice pool total. I'll work out the specific foundation of these eight dice later as it'd be tl;dr and I'd like your help, but currently he has a split of 5 brutal (1 flipped) to 3 noble. When at war, intimidating, or being generally awful, he has 5 dice. If he's trying to be intellectual, social or presentable, that's 3. I'll try to be sparing with tests. 4 and above count as successes, but this can be altered by characters, either positively or negatively. This is very experimental later>So, let's try this. 5 anons, roll a d6. Let's see how brutally our King murders.
>>25885832>Oh, and if there aren't 5 anons, well, don't be afraid to just roll more d6s. And also, don't be afraid to criticize. I thrive on it.
Rolled 1>>25885832Rollin' for BRUTALITY
Rolled 4>>25885832Stark Wind go!
Rolled 6OH I JUST CANT WAIT TO BE KING
Rolled 3>>25885832Kill them without using the sword. We save it for the scarred man. Kill the last one of the rush with a bite to the throat, staring him in the eyes as we snarl.It is not noble to send cowards to their deaths while you wait at the back of the line, this man has lost our respect.
Rolled 1, 1 = 2>Okay, thanks guys. I'm thinking of counting sixes as two successes, and 1s are regular failures, unless they outnumber successes, in which case it's a botch. Y/N? At any rate, writing. Taking >>25886004>Suggestion.
>>25886061>Haha, oh wow. Poor scarred man.
>>25886061OP, I was considering bed. Now I'm not. Congratulations.
You see them coming. Only taking courage from one another's presence, not coming like a pack, seeking to coordinate taking down prey, but only hoping that the other died first to grant an opening to exploit. Pathetic.Harwin shouts something behind you. You ignore him. Eight men? Not even worth the blade. You shove the blade in to the grass at the side of the trail. Save that for the scarred man. The first man comes at you, bristly beard and poorly made chainmail, spear first. You take the spear in the gut without emotion. He quivers, opens his mouth to say something, before you strike him hard enough to leave a scrap of jaw hanging by a thread. You walk past, leaving him to thrash and bleed in the dust in the dust. You tip your head, paying due respect for his courage. You push the spear out of your gut, leaving it to clatter by him.Second and third. Not friends by their stance, but willing to work together. Another spear, and a sword. The spear man jabs, trying to keep you back, and the swords man goes for an over head chop. You snap the spear off at the head, push it in to the swordsman's throat. Leaving him to spray, you step after the spear man, dropping the useless haft, and wrap a hand around his neck. He claws at your skin as you get a better grip. A pull, and he stills. Fourth is a man that does not approach who only got a few steps before witnessing what you had done, a red feather hanging from his helmet. He holds the sword ahead of him, trying to ward you off, and raises a hand, saying something. You throw the broken spear in to his heart. Unlike you, he falls back, quite dead. Fifth, sixth, seventh. Actual men of war. They circle, broad blades out. They had seen what happened, were circling the short time you had dispatched their comrades. As soon as one sees your throw, he gives a shout, and the three charge in. Fifth swings low, aiming for your arm- the blade cuts in heavy, digging itself part way through your arm. Clever. Your arm is caught.
The sixth man swings for the back of your legs, seeking to hamstring you. But you are quicker, and all he catches is air. The seventh though, the seventh was too bold. No helmet. Young looking. Robb's age, even. He stabs forward, goes straight for the throat. One of your stitches tears. It is agony. You can't stop yourself from crying out in pain. He gives a smug look as you swing at him, dancing out of reach. Your left arm, the cut arm, the man tries to twist it in the wound.You wrench it back, and you hear the blade snap. He doesn't get much of a chance to gasp in horror before the back of your hand catches him in the throat, collapsing his trachea. The man behind you, you turn and roar, he was slow on the recovery, and you lash out with your right arm, slamming him hard enough into the dirt to bounce. You give his head a kick, causing it to twist unnaturally, and sending a ragdoll rolling across the road.The seventh regrets his rashness. He holds up his blade, goes for your throat again, but you're ready, sidestep, and grasp his head. drive your thumbs in to his eyes. He doesn't scream nearly long enough for your taste. You hold back, prevent yourself (Why? Some part asks) from indulging. You get sick and hungry at the thought of it. You turn to the eighth.The servant, tears in his eyes squeezed shut, is putting the blade to his throat. You will not be denied. You bat it aside. He cries out, but you grab him by shoulder and head, pull him back, and tear out his throat. Warm blood, warm flesh floods in to your mouth. You feel like you could vomit. You feel so joyful, wonderful, happy. It doesn't go down right, but you tear it aside in an arch. You let the eighth fall at your feet.Scarred man is there. Kneeling on the ground. He has soiled himself. Pathetic. You walk back, pick up the sword. "Please..." He whispers as you approach, blade in hand, "Please no. Whatever you want. Whatever you want."Harwin calls Robb's name behind you.>Input.
>>25886559Growl something about blood.
>>25886559Snarl to the scarred man that the King in the North has returned and that Frey, Lannister, and anyone else that dares oppose him should run and hide.
>>25886610>A long, cogent sentence like that is currently very very difficult with the King in the North's dice balance towards brutality. You can try it, but it probably won't come out at all clearly.
Rolled 1>>25886559Bury it in his neck, then turn to face Harwin.One does not interrupt a King's business
Rolled 4>>25886559Intimidation and execution."Where... Are... Frey..."If he asks what we are."King... In... The... North...""Throw in whatever other words you'd like for the conversation"We're letting this man go.Though only after biting off one of his hands.They will believe him then when they hear The Wolf King has come.
>>25886677Also, we need to check that shit with the stitches, that actually hurt. We need to fix that. Are our wounds still closing with time? I actually expected us to be a bit swifter in dealing with these men, getting stabbed needlessly slows our kill-time.
>I understand now why QM's do the [ ] CHOICES thing. >Okay, so, seems the consensus is to interrogate Scarred Man, scare the piss out of him, and then let him go, maybe maimed or not maimed? >>25886708The damage seems mostly cosmetic, as you feel your neck approaching. It hurt, but it demonstrated a lesson without much problem. You'll need to fix these stitches. They seem important. You can feel warm blood running from your neck. Must be the servant's.
Rolled 3, 6 = 9>>25886559THE NORTH REMEMBERS >rip his helmet off and maul his head with it
Rolled 2, 2, 6 = 10>Eh, fuck it. Going with interrogation, then hand taking. Also, I think we're all slowing down/sleeping, so I think this'll be my last post for the night. Lemme know if you guys want me to keep this monstrosity rolling. Rolling nobility.
>>25886930((You can stop whenver, QM. I personally will be awake forever.))
Rolled 3, 4 = 7>>25886953seconding this
You approach. Blade in hand. Harwin calls out again, but you wave him away in irritation.Scarred man stays perfectly still, brown eyes wet and afraid, pleas whispered from cracked lips. You reach a hand for him, and he shivers in fear. You pull the helmet from his head, and he squeezes his eyes shut, but stays still otherwise. He's beyond tears. "Frrreys," You growl. It's hard to focus. Especially with the blood high on you. But for vengeance, you will focus, "Wherrrre?" "T-Twins m'lord," He whispers, eyes still shut, "Twins, and Riverrun, helping the siege there. Took Seagard too, they're delivering the Patrek whelp," He shakes his head, "I'm not a Frey, I'm just a-"You bring up your blade to his throat. He stops speaking, and quivers. You consider matters. You know where Roose is. You plan to tear down that Dreadfort of his around his ears. The Twins were too strong, too well guarded. 'The Patrek whelp,' Patrek Mallister. If he had heard it, it was probably too late to intercept and rescue him. At least he lived. For a moment, a vision of sending this fool after his men whispers through your head, but no. Not yet. Then, a thought occurs to you."Crown," You turn back to the scarred man, who looks perplexed."Crown? I, I haven-" You push the blade closer, and he leans away, "I don't know what you're damn well talking about!"You lean close, smelling the fear off of him."Winter. Crown."His eyes open. His pupils contract. Now. Now he knows."Oh piss," he whispers. He looks in your eyes, helpless, "I weren't there, you know. I weren't there, I was, I was," You grab the back of his head, and draw him closer to the sword, reminding him of his mortality, "Ryman! Fucking Ryman fucking Frey has it! I never touched it! I never fucking touched it!""Rrryman! WHERE?" "Riverrun! He's laying siege to Riverrun! Please don't fucking eat me, that's all I know, honest!"
Ryman. A fool. Upjumped dandy. You recall the smile on his face when he got Dacey in her belly with his longaxe. He looked so proud. That twisted little cyst of a man. He would make a suitable beginning.You hear noise behind you. A glance back. Harwin is there, Harwin and the others, looking distinctly green around the gills. Harwin looks concerned."Robb, did you just-""Harwin," You growl, focus on him, make yourself enunciate the hard words, "Thread. Needle. Bandage."Harwin looks puzzled, "What for? Are you hurt my lord?""Not me," You turn to the scarred man below you, let go of his head, and grasp his arm, "Him." He screams, flails, as your teeth meet at his wrist.The King in the North. That's all Harwin tells the scarred man as he tends to where his hand used to be. You resist the urge to eat the hand- it lays red on the road. Everyone is giving you a wide berth. They have an awe, and a fear on their faces. They have seen a god of war today. You stand away from them, looking at the servant boy whose throat you tore out. No movement. But he had such shining blue eyes. You don't know if he had those before."Robb," Harwin approaches you. Brave of him. You look past him, see the scarred man stumbling down the road, cradling close his bandaged arm. Harwin looks down at the boy, in revulsion, then back at you. "I suppose I shouldn't be entirely shocked. If you have the jaws, why not use them," He gives a grim smile. Your gaze does not waver from the blue eyes, "But, it sure was...Unsettling? Robb, you, you-" Harwin searches for words, then stops. He glances at the boy. "You scare me, Robb." You are the King in the North. You will be heard. Do you follow Ryman? Or go with the men to see Beric? or something else entirely?>Input.
>>25886953>>25887165Well hey, if you're still along for the ride, I'm down. Sorry for writing slow.
>>25887487'tis no problem at all QM>>25887463We should go meet up with Beric first. Get a better survey of the field, we can head out to Ryman and get our revenge after we've properly set ourselves up.
>>25887487No. It's fucking great.
>>25887511This.We know we have a weakness now. We may be awesome and all, but if we charge blindly someone might get a crit on us.
>>25887511This.We should probably strengthen the pack before we hunt
>>25887463Awww shit... We infect people with white-walker syndrome... Seems either indeed we have been raised by the great other... Or the Old Gods work in mysterious ways..If it were fully the Great Other, we wouldn't feel pain from even the stitches.. and we also wouldn't be healing... though that's meta-knowledge..>>25887511Going with this.And growl at the body. I don't want to turn my back on it yet. If we can command it...
>Okay, writing for going to Beric's.
Rolled 1, 3, 2 = 6"Beric," You growl, turning to Harwin. Harwin has a strangely hard look on his face. Fury rises up in you, an anger that lays down roots. He dares to doubt you? He dares to question you, when you have seen what you have seen? When you have felt what you have felt-No. No, you push it aside. This was not how things worked. You glance to the boy. Still. No movement. The eyes though, the eyes fill you with disquiet. You growl at the body.
>>25887684If we push the other guys hard, we might be able to make Beric and then relieve the siege at Riverrun.
>>25887684>Nobility crit fail.The eyes! The damnable eyes! There is something there, something wrong! The cold, the fire! The wood. The eyes! Those cursed eyes, black hand, black foot, black smile! A crooked puppet, no string, no more purpose, not even the bone. Against the spasming shadow, against the crying wall, under crow wing, over cracked ground, the eyes! They will watch, they shall watch, they watch! Let it not see, let it not know, you will keep it, keep these lands! Your hands drag through dirt, muddy from blood, before Harwin's cries break through. You jerk back. No more blue eyes. Nothing blue at all in that red muck. Your arms are red, up to the elbow. You have smashed the servant's head in to a fine paste. Harwin, and the others of your band are staring at you in disbelief. You blink, stand. You hope you did not eat any human again.Silence holds between you all again. "Beric. North?" You feel a deep and abiding need to not be here. Harwin nods. "North," You force out. You lead the way. You know no one would trust you behind them as things are now.>Travel time fun. Lemme take a look at the map. Actually, come to think of it, I should dig up my old copy of the Game of Thrones RPG.
>>25887817Shit son.So we're at 6-2 now?
Rolled 2, 5 = 7>>25887817Maybe send word to bury the kid? It wouldn't really suit with what we've became, but might move Beric to follow us. Are we cunning enough?
>>25887844>Well, I hadn't added in the rule that crit fails on brutality/nobility would swap a die, but I suppose that might thematically fit. >Let's say that rule can come in to effect, but not right now. The King in the North is still 5 brutal, 3 noble at the moment. Actually, while I'm writing the next section, anyone want to think of things relevant to the King in the North for him to get dice from? Eight events/traits/inspirations/whatever, four inherently noble, four inherently brutish, would help. Draw it from Robb Stark, or from Grey Wind.>>25887889>Not a bad idea. The King in the North could try to swap a brutality die back to a nobility die with that. Don't know if it'll require a roll per se. Something to think about for more mechanics. Anyway, back to writing. When next I update, the meeting with Beric.
>>25887915Actually, on further review, I just misread the dice mechanics posted earlier. The way the last outcome was written made it seem like the nobility dice that crit-failed caused us to go a little smash-happy on the kid's head, thereby flipping to brutal.My mistake.
It is not long, but the sun has nearly set by the time you catch the scent of strangers on the wind. No more conversation had occurred on the way. They were afraid of you. Not an entirely unpleasant thing, but you had to hope that their testimony would not sour the opinions of the others. You had proved yourself strong- on what grounds could they complain of you? They were hidden among a collection of stones at the base of a rocky hill, not far from the river, and well isolated. Harwin takes the lead at this point. "Have to warn them," he mutters, with a wave at your appearance. You can't argue, "Just, just wait for my call, okay Robb?" You don't really have a chance to object as he darts further in the rocks. All of them do, though last comes Temmet. He casts a crazed smile on you, and bobs his head, before following the others further in to the rocks. The sun sets, and you can smell fires starting. Eventually, you hear Harwin's voice call out, "Robb! Come on out!" You walk forward. It's a large band that greets you, and judging from the other campfires further off, not the end of them. But still, you bite back disappointment. Not an army. Not nearly large enough to break the siege on Riverrun. Cast in the flickering yellow fire, you see Harwin, and two other men. A tall man, grey haired, with faded robe and piece meal armor. He does not conceal his horror at the sight of you. The other man though, he once would have been handsome perhaps, but scars cover him, and he is a gaunt scare crow, only one eye looks you over, the other a vacant hole. His brow knits together at the sight of you. But there is a strange look of compassion in his eye. He looks over at Harwin, a hard look. "I am sure, sir. He has recognized me."The patchwork man frowns, and looks back to you. He seems unsure of how to start, and contemplates you for a time."You are Robb Stark?" He finally asks.>Input.
>>25888194How's Beric SMELL? We're a wolf head, that means we've got all those olfactory sensors in the nose now.That said, how does Thoros smell?After that, tell the truth. "Robb. Grey Wind. Thingggg. Frey Broke Right. Vengeance."
>>25888194>No Robb. Only Zuul."More than Robb. More than man. King." Give 'em a good snarl too. We're here to impress
>>25888259>Bonus points for taking advantage of your smelling abilities. Bad points for me not writing that earlier.>>25888294>Throwing in this.You sniff. Harwin smells of sweat, and he shies away. Exhausted. Thoros. Incense, ash, charcoal. Fire. He smells like a fire pit at a temple, but he carries no emblem of the seven. You are too far from your humanity to think what that would mean.But Beric...Beric smells of gravedirt. He smells of steel, of battles lost, of maggots and scars. He smells like death, a rotted piece of wood about to snap, a rope stretched too taut. Also, cooked rabbit. He had eaten recently. He places a hand on the hilt of the blade at his side. Focus."Robb," You place a hand over your heart, then pat your head, "Grey Wind," You drop both of your hands to your side, and then raise them with a shrug, "More than Robb. More than man. King." Beric blinks, then looks over to Harwin, opens his mouth to say something, before you bark in anger again, "Frey broke right. Vengeance." Beric looks back to you again. Raises an eyebrow. No, you have no more to say. Faces from beyond the fire light stare in curiosity. Beric finally speaks to Harwin, "Well, speaking as a man with," He hesitates, glances at Thoros, then back to Harwin,"My experiences, this is the strangest thing I've ever seen. Good work. Thoros? What do you think?"The man in the robe stares at you, disquieted severely.>Roll me your nobility. 3d6 split across 3 anons.
Rolled 1>>25888332Hoping we don't get another 'Nam flashback
Rolled 6>>25888332Rollin' for nobility. We need some speechifyin' right now.
>>25888359>>25888361>'Nam flashback avoided.
Rolled 5>Okay, I'll roll the last d6 then.
>>25888391>Another success. He glances over at Beric, then back to you. He shakes his head, "Not my work. Not any kind of work I'm familiar at all with, but," He shrugs, "He, it, well. I think we can trust him. He has had a great deal taken away- more than any of us can understand.""And, him saying he is a king?" Beric looks suspiciously at you. He sees you as a threat, some part of you thinks. "He at least was acclaimed by the Northmen, after what happened to his father. Joffrey is no true King, you and I know that Beric. We came here to stop a monster in the name of the King, and now the monster is protected, and we are the outlaws. Let it be my friend, let it be for now," Thoros has a very annoyed look pass over his face, then turns with irritation, "And for the love of Rh'llor, would someone please get a piece of parchment for the poor thing? Having to speak through a wolf's head would drive anyone mad," he grumbles, turning away in to the camp.Beric sighs, almost deflates as he relaxes, and then looks up with a sad smile, "Vengeance, hm? Well, me and my lot are for justice, and by my estimate," He offers a hand to you, "What happened at the Twins sure wasn't just. We were just about to go to the river, see who we can find, give them proper burial. I figure it's the least we can do. Care to come along?" This isn't killing Ryman, some part of you rages.He expects you to shake his hand. Someone comes running up with a parchment, and bit of charcoal. You still retain some literacy, though you are going to be blunt at best.>Input.
Rolled 5, 1 = 6>>25888450I don't know who we could write too. Reed and Manderly wouldn't trust at all, and Winterfell is already gone...Shake the man's hand, but refuse the paper and ask for food. Rabbit.
Okay, I've written and rewritten this section like six or seven times. I gotta sleep now guys. I doubt this thread will survive by the time I wake up, so...I'll start another thread when I wake up, and see how mad that makes people.Have a good night.
>>25888482“To Winterfell we pledge the faith of Greywater. Hearth and heart and harvest we yield up to you, my lord. Our swords and spears and arrows are yours to command. Grant mercy to our weak, help to our helpless, and justice to all, and we shall never fail you.I swear it by earth and water. I swear it by bronze and iron. “We swear it by ice and fire."They'll follow us. We gotta find 'em though.
>>25888597Thanks for running a cool thread.
>>25888482Writting is to communicate with them instead of speaking.
Fucking awesome thread.
Quick question, could be used later on.If we were raised by the Old Gods, do we earn their gifts if we behave accordingly?For example, if we take what we need, like the Ironborn, we get gifts related to strength or just go full Cthulhu.
Reposting, but the Frey's tale just amuses me in light of this quest:>Jared Frey tells Lord Wyman Manderly that, contrary to the true story, the Red Wedding was actually Robb Stark’s work. According to the Frey fictionalization, Robb changed into a wolf-man beast before the eyes of the Freys and tore out the throat of Jinglebell, a harmless simpleton. Furthermore, he allegedly would have slain Lord Walder Frey if Ser Wendel Manderly had not put himself in the way. According to this version of the event, the other northmen also turned into wolves to join Robb's attack.
Should this be archived?
>>25888828Already is. >>25879512
>>25888824heh. the irony.