His heartbeat. It’s strong, regular still, but slow. He’ll live but it pains you to see. You awoke two days ago, the worst of your injuries being a bruised leg and face, some cuts and scrapes, and a missing canine tooth from a boot planted into your jaw. The tooth was lost amongst the field you assumed and had sent for a silver replacement to be made. It had been fitting this morning and still felt odd in your mouth, your tongue runs over it, senstive still and you leave it be. However, Mason was in a far worse state. He had held his own against Ser Preston Greenfield, but your own reckless actions had left your old friend alone for too long, mind bent on revenge, you tore into Ser Crastor Paege, a man you did not know. And soundly beat out the two Greenfield brothers, but you were simply too late to stop a finishing blow from the Kingsguard man that rung Mason so thoroughly he had yet to wake. Maester Benjin insisted he simply needed the time to rest, that any restlessness should be drowned out by milk of the poppy. But it still ill contented you.

Any time you were away Elionwy had remained at his side, brushing his hair from the nasty head wound he had sustained, just over the scar that already marred his face, and sitting in her quiet way hoping to see him awake. You could not read the Myrish woman, she did not seem to regard you with disdain, only a sadness. It was an odd thing, you often felt she could not be trusted, she was still Varys’ pet you remembered, but the care she exuded towards Mason spoke to something else. A guilt hung upon your heart for it. Victus would occasionally sit with you, asking when Mason would wake up, he was like a second father to the boy, and your son would read his prayers to the Knight, hoping. Solhas and the other Sons would take turns guarding his room, it distressed you that Illiad, Sallo Rhod and Asher were away now, it felt like you were at half strength, and you were in no condition to fight either.

You hear a cough and it shakes idle thoughts from your head, Mason turns a moment and you take a damp cloth and place it upon his head. His eyes open slightly to the action and he licks his lips with a certain feebleness. He regards you from half lidded eyes and groans a moment attempting to shift, you push him back down, holding him firm, “Mason don’t, you aren’t in any condition,” you whisper forcefully.

Your friend groans again and in defeat shifts his arm to his jaw, scratching at the fuzzy that had grown in his slumber before responding with a hoarse voice, “Seven be damned Brynden, I feel like your horse his kicked my head in.”

You laugh a bit, mood cheered by Mason still being himself, but guilt still panged in your heart, “Mason I’m sorry I… I shouldn’t have, I dont-” you stutter out, hoping to apologize as you had a hundred times to his catatonic body prior.

‘Don’t Brynden. Just… Don’t. I know you,” he coughs again and you reach for water tipping it to his lips and he relishes in it before continuing, “Remember when we first met?”

You did, it was mere days after Lysa had been murdered, you remember cradling her head in your arms, her eyes rolled back, chestnut hair rolling about your arms stained from your tears. You were attempting to sell Goldsong to the Second Sons, you would have enough gold to return home, but you were looking for more, to outfit yourself with the most vicious poisons you could find. Revenge had been born in your heart and you were intent on finding the bastard responsible. Mason stopped you. Calmed you, he noticed Victus in your arms, the horse you were attempting to sell, he saw desperation. And from that he convinced the Second Sons to hire you on, and you left the day after. Never granted revenge, but instead burying it in wine, women and death. He had been the voice in your ear of cautious actions and as you grew you heeded his advice, tempered yourself, but in the Melee, you forgot.

You nod to his words and his hand slips from his cheek to yours, “I know you Brynden. You always spoke of revenge. But I know it is not born of vice. It is born of love. You loved Lysa. You loved Isis,” he coughs again and it feels pained this time and he settles again, his eyes closing and opening for a moment, “You love your family and those that become of close. You turned heel when Ser Lucas and I were over matched. In your heart you still knew purpose beyond driven rage. I can’t feel ill will towards you for that.”

In response you felt a tear well in your eye, even in the face of death Mason still saw your issues as the more important, no regard for his own health. You had done him a great disservice. It struck at you how he might have died had you kept to your warpath. A thought that spoke to the grander scheme of things between yourself and House Redward.

“Brynden. What else happened in the melee?” he asks hoping to turn subject, “Is Eli around? Seven she’s going to hide me… Those damn eyes of hers, she speaks more than you’d believe Brynden.”

A small smile forms on your lips again, tinged with the salt of a tear rolled down, your eyes cast to a letter from Lady Chelsted and her intention to visit this afternoon, the vial of milk of the poppy next to it. Benjin would insist he rested and you attend your soon to be guests, but at the same time you did not wish to leave your old friend’s side.

>Tell him of the melee and summon Elionwy?
>Enough for now, allow Mason to rest

>>43070449
>Tell him of the melee and summon Elionwy?

Mason no. ;_;

>>43070449
>Enough for now, allow Mason to rest.

He needs rest Eli can see to him when he is fresh enough and we need to talk with our guests.

>>43070449
>Tell him of the melee and summon Elionwy?

>>43070449
>>Enough for now, allow Mason to rest

He may be awake but he's not out of the woods yet and dammit we're not losing him after all this and as long as Reward isn't involved Dontos can temper us

Guys. Let him get some sleep so he can be fresh to hear everything.

>>43070779
Alright fine, changing vote, >>43070516

I feel legitimately bad about Mason. I think he's the Ned to our Robert, and damn it we let him down there.

>>43070943
He seems to actually get Brynden unlike Dontos who just yells at a brickwall

You shake your head push Mason back further into his bed, “Both can wait Mason. You’re alive and awake but not out of the woods yet. I won’t lose you, not like this.”

He smiles upon cracked lips and you reach for the milk of the poppy and go to feed it to his lips, “I despise poppy Brynden,” he says in defiance before drinking to it.

“You’re as stubborn as my Uncle, Mason, drink,” you respond and he takes the rest of the measured amount his body beginning to slack again.

“Tell me one thing before I… Fall back asleep, Brynden, did Ser Preston win?”

“No Mason, he did not, eliminated the very next round.”

Your Knight seems contented by this and lips the words, “Good, bastard,” before slipping back into sleep. You move his sheets and pillows about a bit assuring his comfort and replace the cloth upon his head with a new one before standing, meeting Ser Haigh’s eyes, as he looks in from the door. They don’t speak to laughter, the faintest traces of smile does not even dance upon his lips and you nod to him, a gesture he returns, “Victor, send Lorry off to find Lady Elionwy, no doubt she’ll want to know Mason is at least waking now.”

“Of course my Lord,” he responds stiffly and gestures to his young squire who scampers off and coming to rest with arms crossed across his breast plate, “I’ve never seen Mason like this Brynden. He’s the toughest bastard I know.”

“In the most literal of senses Victor,” you respond and he cracks a bit with a glimmer of a smile, “Let the rest of the Sons know he’s come to when you get off guard duty, they’ll be happier for it.”

You leave off after that, finding yourself in your room to clean up and dress a bit better for Lady Chelsted. You had expected a Lord given her previous summons but was informed by Dontos of the late Lord Qarlton’s demise at the hands of the Mad King, a topic best avoided you thought. Now she was the Lady of Chelsted, and lead the House until her young son came of age to properly do so, a boy Victus’ age you were told. One of the villa’s pages find you in your room informing you of the arrival of the Lady and her small retinue, and you leave off to meet them in a small room dedicated to private luncheons.

Benjin has already arrived and is speaking to the young Lord of the House, and a Knight of House Chyttering if you are remembering your heraldry right, both neighbors of yours. Dontos had wished to attend as well, but as it happens he was out at the Great Sept with Victus at the moment, a small issue but nothing major. The Lady Chelsted stands by the window and regards you fully when you enter, crossing the room, her hands folded over her midsection, taking one and offering it to you in a curtsey, “My Lord Brynden Malroy, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

You take the offered hand and bow to kiss it, a light sign of respect, “The pleasure is all mine my Lady..?”

“Alexes Chelsted, Lady of Chelsted. And my son, Rodner Chelsted, it’s Lord. Accompanying me is Ser Cyrus Chyttering. A Knight of my Household.”

Regarding each in turn you can see a look of displeasure upon Ser Cyrus’ face and how he keeps Rodner’s attention to himself, though failing often when Benjin spoke to the young Lord. You take a seat alongside your Maester and summon a simple lunch while you spoke with your guests.

Lady Chelsted hardly broaches the topic of her husband outside of clarifying she was his second cousin, and Rodner being their second son, the elder boy having perished in King’s Landing during the Sack. She has been ruling the Chelsted lands in the interim to the best of her abilities, with Rodner occasionally helping though to little success as of yet. Before long you gather their situation is no less dire than your own, slightly less worse off, their debt to the Crown being unpaid, but it being a lesser sentence due to the loss of her husband. Ser Cyrus occasionally remarks of his own House, that they are thriving in this new environment, and are ready to aid the Chelsted’s in any regard.

Benjin casts you a look of knowing and you clue in to his thoughts, Ser Cyrus was courting the widowed Lady Alexes, she was hardly outside of child rearing age. The Chyttering’s connections to the Crown would only strengthen them, and such a marriage would essentially bond the two Houses as one. You were unsure of whether or not to dislike this thought or not.

“My Lord, while words of recent history are topics of some note, I did not come to you today to speak of such. Rather something of more import, of the recent,” Lady Alexes begins after a while broaching the true topic of your interest, “This upstart, Lord Royce Redward. His lands have begun to bleed over into my local populace, his lack of a firm hand allows lawlessness to thrive, and I begin to worry for my smallfolk.”

Ser Cyrus interrupts, “It was not a month prior to the Tourney I led the Chelsted Knights andmy own House against a smattering of the outlaws myself, crushing the criminals. But I doubt it did much. The only sigil’s of note were this, a dead House,” he hands you a small pin, one of House Darklyn. And suddenly your mind begins to turn, a match to the words of Ser Bor.


>Tell your guests of Ser Bor and his House ‘Darklyn’ contact
>Keep this to yourself, guiding topic elsewhere

>>43071283
>Tell your guests of Ser Bor and his House ‘Darklyn’ contact

>>43071283
>Tell your guests of Ser Bor and his House ‘Darklyn’ contact

>>43071283
>>Tell your guests of Ser Bor and his House ‘Darklyn’ contact

We should totally get Dontos to marry Alexes.

>>43071384
Hah. Well i think we could maybe offer her son to squire for Dontos intill he comes of age.

>>43071283
>>Tell your Lady Chelsted of Ser Bor and his House ‘Darklyn’ contact in private.

But be diplomatic about it.

>>43071394

Squire for us, we're the Lord, it would be more prestige for the lad. but after we've won her trust.

>>43071427
>Squire for us, we're the Lord, it would be more prestige for the lad. but after we've won her trust.

We are not a knight anon. So we cant actually have squires and Dontos "Black Knight" Malroy is much more of an impressive teacher in melee combat than us.

>>43071457

We should add "Get Knighted" to the to do list.

>>43071552
But we dont even know how to Joust properly!

>>43071565

Well, we have Armour Mastery, Fighting 4, and Animal Handling 3 (+1 for Horses- Animal Cohort) We're not ace, but we could be a knight. There are worse knights in westeros.

>>43071713
But Brynden would be a terrible influence. He'd be whoring and hanging out with shady Essosi sellswords before the year is out.

>>43071726

Well, we could, maybe stop whoring, or at least cut back a little.

>>43071768
>Well, we could, maybe stop whoring, or at least cut back a little.

Wow, wow, wow. Lets not get crazy anon

You sit back and finger at the pin, turning it over a few times examining the make of it. It was a cheap thing, the red had all but chipped out and it looked hastily made at best. Placing it down on the table Ser Cyrus looks to you with an odd look unsure of your thoughts before turning attentions aware, disliking the emerald glare in return.

“In this man alive, Ser Cyrus?”

“No my Lord. Slain by my own hand and strung up along with the rest.”

You tsk, the man was a warrior, and to a degree a dullard. He saw no reason to keep prisoners for questions and likely spoke highly of honor this and honor that. Your Uncle would love him. You lean back and interlace your fingers regarding the Lady Alexes once more.

“A topic that concerns me as well Lady Alexes, months prior I received a bagful of my smallfolks heads, a horse crudely carved into their face. I tracked the raiders to Hemgrove, north of my lands and found a Knight by the name of Ser Bor leading them. Some months after his imprisonment in my castle’s dungeons he spoke to receiving his instructions from a ‘Knight’ using the House Darklyn sigil, likely the same one I see before me,” you say, Lady Alexes has covered her mouth at the mention of the gruesome gift you received and Ser Cyrus is glowering at the sigil, suddenly regretting killing the man.

“No doubt that bastard Redward hired someone to do the work!” he shouts suddenly, Rodner jumping in his seat, and staring wide eyed at the Knight, “We should combine our forces now, and march on them. Surely such actions defile the King’s Law!”

“And upon whose word Ser Cyrus?” you respond, keeping your vice level and calm, “Your only witness is dead, hung in some tree and mine on his way to the Wall by now. We have no proof beyond spoken word, and a broken pin.”

Lady Alexes speaks, having taken to stroking Rodner’s head and covering his ears, flashing glances of disdain towards Ser Cyrus throughout, “Lord Brynden is right Ser Cyrus, despite your House’s ‘connections’ to the Crown it would only serve us so far. They could very well call to question our own actions, breaking the King’s Law.”

“And then we would have House Redward, Langward and Blount to contend with, and perhaps the Crown itself,” you add, gaining a strained look from Ser Cyrus, “The latter two have entered a marriage my Lord. And I have reason to believe the Langwards are aiding the Redwards as well. I ill like those odds Ser.”

Cyrus goes to speak again and is suddenly silence by Lady Alexes’ look and he slumps back defeated, “My Lord. If it is alright by you may Ser Cyrus show my son your horses? He does so love to watch them,” she asks, and you nod quickly to rid yourself of the Knight. Benjin goes to rise with them and Rodner takes his hand, having taken a particular liking to the elder man and his words, Cyrus following after.

You watch Lady Alexes deflate a moment and apply pressure to her temples, “He is as chivalrous a Knight as you will ever meet my Lord. But far too impulsive for my own tastes, it was my husband that liked him.” Laughing a moment you pick at your food again and she regards you entirely, sure of Ser Cyrus being out of earshot, “My Lord, I would see our mutual… Problem shall we say, done with. I do not doubt Lord Royce is behind this but from all accounts I have heard is a dullard of the highest caliber, such a plot is not his own work, but someone else’s. And I cannot act upon a feeling, not with a House such as yourself.”

You nod and frown a moment at the last phrase, “And you mean by that my Lady?”

She ruffles slightly and settles again attempting to be diplomatic in her words, “You are… Rash, my Lord. The rumors that speak to you in the courts tell of a man with more Essosi in him than Westerosi, taking to their culture. They speak of your actions in the melee, you looked a man possessed, fighting like some savage. I simply cannot ally with a House with such leadership.”

You’re taken aback a bit, her boldness was entirely unexpected and before you can respond she cuts you off continuing.

“However… Your, Uncle, Ser Dontos was it? He is a man of true resolve. A true Knight in every regard and… Unmarried.”

You continue in silence, and realize what she is implying. The Lady Chelsted seemed more aware of Ser Cyrus’ attempts than you had thought. But in the back of your mind a thought niggled and it sent worry. Dontos would not be happy. Your father never spoke of why your Uncle remained unmarried despite being a fantastic match for any young lady but you always had a suspicion of his… Desires.

“My Lady, I cannot speak for my Uncle in this regard,” you begin attempting to find word.

“I would not expect you to my Lord. Instead I would speak to the man himself, perhaps in a few months time, I understand you are holding a Melee? Such an invitation would surely fester seeds of worry into our ‘problems’ mind, no?” she says smiling and folding her hands over her stomach again.

There it was, a simply request, more private word, more time to gather details and speak further to it later. Lady Alexes was a smart woman, she simply needed the people to influence.

>Publically invite House Chelsted and House Chyttering to your Melee
>Privately invite them
>Do not invite them

I'm feeling rather wordy today apparently. Sorry about the delays guys.

>>43071859
I think he's told us one drunken night that he's gay.
>Privately invite them
Discuss this with Dontos, he probably won't say yes, but there's a chance.

>>43071859
>>Publically invite House Chelsted and House Chyttering to your Melee
Why do it privately?

>>43071859
>>Privately invite them

Doesnt matter if doesnt like it. It would be for the good of our house. It would cement our position with our neighbours and bring us one step closer to justice. Uncle has been lecturing us on how to behave and what to do in order to bring glory and honour to our house. Now it is high time he does something himself that is more than swinging a sword.

All he has to do is lay on his back and think of Steadhold.

>>43071859
>>Privately invite them

Oh man this is going to be hysterical, Dontos will be thrilled.

>>43071941
He'll be thinking of the Warrior.
>>43071859
>Privately invite them

>>43071859
>>43071859
>>Privately invite them

She probably knows about Ser Dontos and his "Desires" and wants to make sure her son will stay heir.

Find out if she suspects about Dontos by asking if she desires more children.

>>43071941
Hell he doesn't even have to consummate it really. Just become "Lord Protector" of Chelsted, make sure that Rodner stays heir, and keeps the Chyterrings from pretty much swallowing up the Chelsteds. She knows what's she's doing.

>>43071859
>Privately invite them

>>43071909
Doesn't matter. He can marry and fuck the gardener or stable boy or whoever the fuck he cares. As long as it is to the benefit of the house.

>>43072101

I don't think Dontos does anybody, he might be a confirmed bachelor but he's probably chaste. Given his age and being unwed, it's probably something of a open secret. Which is probably why she wants him over us.

>>43071977

After all we're way hotter.

>>43071859
>Privately invite them
If we invite them publicly, Royce and his allies may start to amp up in response. Better to keep quiet until an alliance can be hammered out

>>43072008
And if it is really a problem we can consummate the wedding ourselves if we have to.

You clear your throat and press on, a small bit of you was offended, but at the same time you saw her reasoning. As of right now Dontos was the more desirable match to the local populace, you were still in your youth, a ‘sellsword playing at Lord’. The thought raised anger in your heart, Ser Preston would pay for that someday, “My Lady, I would see your House and that of you Ser Cyrus’ attend, however I think it ill advised to make such a show of it now.”

She inclines her head surprised at your reaction, and this time you speak before she can.

“A thought, in private word you may attend with minimal fanfare, as I build the guestbook of my Melee you will be among the many, and suddenly word of a Melee of more than expected size occurs. A ‘problem’ may suddenly act out to such a large show of power from his respective neighbors, a slight goading perhaps?”

A smile creeps upon Lady Alexes’ face, she understood and suddenly words of your rash nature seemed incorrect, you were capable of planning in the long term, of broad strokes of masterful precision, they simply needed a moment longer to form, amide the smaller taps of paint upon canvas, “Of course my Lord. A good thought. I will be sure to be private in my words of your Melee then.”

“Very well my Lady,” you respond and bite into a date finishing your major actions for the day. You speak of small things with Lady Alexes, of her son Rodner, he is squiring for Ser Cyrus at the moment, for lack of a better alternative at present and she ill liked sending him even a league away from home. When asked of her concern for future children she says nothing and without a beat changes the topic to that of your horses having rounded into the yard. the young Lord Rodner is riding upon a pony, with Brenton your stable hand leading him along, much to the boy’s delight. Thinking of no better way to endear the boy to yourself you gift the mare to him and he squeals with joy, having never owned his horse. Ser Cyrus flashes a look of further dislike and Lady Alexes takes the joys in her son’s.

A short time later you bid them off and find yourself alone among the stables, brushing Goldsong carefully, your Lordly attire placed to the side, your old friend pushes into the attention, happy for it. He had seen a life of studding since your return home, no longer a horse of war, and for that you took some happiness, he was gaining in years and had survived the worst of it in Essos under your hand, he deserved the break. Gawen suggested you take a new horse in the coming year, one of his offspring and the thought always bounced about your head as you rode the golden courser.

-Two Days Later-

Riding into the city for one of the final events you find yourself keeping company with Ser Lucas Longwaters and Lady Racheal Conklyn, the latter escorting you to her Lord father in the grandstand. Lord Argor Conklyn was a sturdy man you found, with a bushy mustache, and he attended your presence with a certain glee, inviting you to the seat next to him, your new Knight and his quarrel behind.

“My Lord Brynden, it ails me to see so little of your Horses amongst the competitions,” he says feeding a horn of ale to his lips before continuing, “I was told your family once had a sporting horse herd of some renown though I have always known your coursers for their uses in war and the golden ones as princely gifts.”

Watching a spotted horse clear a hurdle with ease you lean in to speak with the man, “Lost I’m afraid my Lord. The rebellion saw many of my family’s horses either taken in payment, or used in lieu of proper horse.”

“A disappointing thing to return home to I am sure my Lord,” he finishes and claps for the spotted horse finishing its turn of the course with simple ease, “A fine horse no doubt, I may need to find to whom it is owned… Speaking of my Lord. If it is all the same to you, perhaps, we may speak of topics of a more serious nature than the mere pleasantries of Horse flesh?”

>Talk business with Lord Argor Conklyn?
>Not today, perhaps pay more attention to the horses on the lists

>>43072178
Oh god I can see it happening. And it is a beautiful disaster.

>>43072340

Always up for business. Always.

>>43072340
>>Talk business with Lord Argor Conklyn?

Alos, we've got a fair bit of gold, maybe invest in a Sporting herd, and maybe start building a Sept?

>>43072340
>Talk business with Lord Argor Conklyn?

Also if possible. See if we cant invite Obella and her group to talk about them coming to the melee to entertain. If nothing comes of it. It would just be an excuse to see her again.

>>43072411
Also need to get that hamlet up and running so we actually have people to man all our buildings and land.

>>43072340
>>Talk business with Lord Argor Conklyn?

>>43072340
>Talk business with Lord Argor Conklyn

Trust the stash and since we are in kings landing and flush at the moment how much would it cost to buy back our heard the crown seized?

>>43072411

A sporting herd is a bit of a luxury we cannot afford at the moment. When we have a sound economy, a strong powerbase, and no immediate threats I can see investing into something like that.


A hamlet up and running sounds really good.

Also. Goldsong is getting laaaaaaaid

>>43072418
>invite Obella

Not a great idea if we want to shed the Essosi Sellsword image, and it might cost us some influence with the local houses we'll be hosting- perhaps arrange to meet her in Dorne?

Maybe even visit House Qorgyle with her a host while there? Might be worth discussing with Jon Arryn.

>>43072538

All day every day. Let me tell you what, that is one happy horse.

>>43072544
We will just invite her to the villa under that pretext in order to talk to her a bit more then.

And lets not shelf the whole Sellsword thing just yet. Atleast not completly.

>>43072565

I think we should keep a bit of Essosi Sellsword flavour it might make us more enticing to other Lords, but we need to make sure we're seen as one of them. Familiar, with a little bit of the exotic.

>>43072672
Also we lived in Essos since we were like what ? 15 years old ? Stuff like that is hard just to throw off.

>>43072475
>>43072436

The hamlet's in progress, though in the meantime we have 85 wealth, if I'm reading the pastebin right.

>>43072726

Make that 38 Wealth, I didn't get down to our expenditures.

He spoke of business, of coinage, hardly something you could deny, any House willing to deal with yours was one more than you had before. In a thought it occurred to you that the more formal invitation was sent after your winning of the Archery Contest, a sudden ascension would no doubt be of interest to the smaller Reach House, especially one that knew your Horses. In generations passed your golden coursers were prized as far west as Casterly Rock and as far South as Highgarden, both speaking to their Lord’s charges. It was something that still remained, you had noted the horses stolen from your family were being used amongst the Lannister ranks when they would Joust and it burned at you in a deeply seeded way.

“Of course my Lord, I am always in interest of matters of horse, particularly of a serious nature,” you respond and he waggles his mustache in acknowledgement, happy for it.

“If you would then my Lord Malroy, please do watch the next horse with an interested eye,” he responds and turns to the field, placing his horn of ale down.

Curious you watch the white horse march proudly out onto the field, a radiant white, well postured, its temperament kept, his rider a small man outfitted in House Conklyn colors. He starts the course with ease, vaulting the hurdles, quick on its feet to turns only turning up a small bit of dirt, his movements precise. Lord Argor interrupts a few moments, speaking to the lineage of the horse, his pedigree. One of the best that House Conklyn had to offer, and the man upon him his eldest son, though fourth child. The boy finishes the course and is awarded a fantastic score, placing them in first for the moment. You clap alongside Lord Argor who has taken to a standing applause, happily whooping for his son. Sitting again, he takes a deep swig from his horn and turns to you again, “My Lord, I would speak to you of something of a… Trade, perhaps? Your Uncle, Ser Dontos Malroy, showed the entirety of King’s Landing the worth of your war horses, I see the blood is still strong with them and you are less than out as expected. In response I wished for you to see the standards to which I hold my Sporting Herd.”

You thought a moment, taking a sip of your wine, watching the next horse come out onto the field, a black thing with lumbering movement, “A trade of stud for stud then I imagine my Lord Argor?”

“Of a sort my Lord Brynden. No doubt we would each need to front coinage on either side for such an action regardless,” he says, with a small chuckle as the black horse misses the first vault and stumbles afterwards. And there was the business deal, evaluating the inherent worth of each herd, and thus your payments to the other. It was entirely possible to come out even on both ends but pushing for a better deal would benefit you, even if slightly. Considering a while longer this time you watch the field disperse for the second round of the course, only horses making a certain pointage being able to return roughly 20 in this case, Lord Argor's son among them.

---
In essence.
>Gain -2 Wealth Discount to Sporting Horse Herd
>Receive a payment of 2 Wealth for your War Horse Herd
>Zero sum gain

You can alternatively push for your Herd to be worth more, 3 say, with some bargaining. Or push for the discount to be greater, with some bargaining as well. Lord Argor would also desire to push for such.

>Bargain with Lord Conklyn
>Decline his offer for now, you’ve no need of a Sporting Horse Herd

>>43072753

I would rather build a Artisan leatherworker and a Artisan Weaponsmith, both those things would improve the weaponry of our troops and get things ready for the myrish crossbows. I do not know how much showhorses will cost though and what benefits it would bring.

>>43072902
>>Receive a payment of 2 Wealth for your War Horse Herd

>Bargain with Lord Conklyn

Try get a better price as of right now we have no need for a sporting herd. Maybe later when the Redward business is dealt with or we are on more solid ground.

>>43072918
I agree. However i will say we should atleast get a chapel. It is like 4 wealth and a septa and it would do us very good for the price.

>>43072902
>Gain -2 Wealth Discount to Sporting Horse Herd
>Receive a payment of 2 Wealth for your War Horse Herd
>Zero sum gain
Seems good to me

>>43072918

In crunch terms, it gives a 5 Wealth discount to the Tournament Master Personage holding.

In game, you would be able to compete in races, equestrian competitions such as this, and other such things. Possibly gaining wealth in victory.

>>43072921
>no need for a sporting herd until after the redward.
Eh, he's more likely to attack if we're weak sure, but part of our weakness is the APPEARANCE of weakness making houses not want to deal with us.

>>43072902
>>Bargain with Lord Conklyn

Push for a fair deal. Right now people are interested in doing business with us, a reputation for being fair and reliable will be valuable in the future. Goodwill goes a long way. Price-gouging may make things difficult later on.

By the same token, don't be a pushover either.

>>43072902
>Bargain with Lord Conklyn
Don't like giving up more horses, by chance how many horses do we actually have left? I know we've used them in a couple of deals but do we have a sustainable herd at the moment?

>>43072970
Mostly I just want to make sure his horses are actually up to quality comparable to ours. We've been pretty generous with our "copyrights" so far.

We don't want to dilute our brand

It might be worthwhile to also diversify from Horses after we max out the trade, maybe hounds or animal husbandry, as we have a background in breeding animals.

Lord Brynden Dolittle.

>>43072934

Dontos would spend a lot of time there if we got a Sept, lets get a Septa- just in case to avoid trouble down the road.

>>43073036

You always have a herd strong enough for the House's purposes. Any trades are for the studs, while purchases, like the 40 Ser Jon Longwaters bought were products of the holding and replaced essentially immediately.

>>43073075
I don't really think you've done anything to hurt your brand, a few gifts such as is there purpose and the deal with the Hayfords where you pretty much dictate how their horses are bred. Neither did anything to you.

The Sporting Herd isn't as comparable to your War Horses, simply because they are bred for different purposes. Argor's son however has shown they are on par, the sporting horses of House Conklyn are their pride.

>>43073018
A fair deal seems to be the major push here, which is going to be less bargaining on our end and more Lord Argor. I'll go with that.

The idea was fair, and while you had cast doubt on the thought of rebuilding the sporting herd you once had, at the very least it would be something to be done in the future. The competition continues on, and more than a few horses give Lord Argor’s son a run for his money placing impressive second round scores among their first, Lord Argor watches intensely, drinking here and there.

Ser Lucas behind you has begun to pick at Lady Racheal, gaining mad blushes in the meanwhile, her father being entirely unaware, and at one moment he snaps one of the buttons of her dress with a quick movement, her mouth dropping to shock and beating him as quietly as possible while he holds back laughter. You roll your eyes and continue watching the competition. The spotted horse from before made a solid showing, double Lord Argor’s son’s score and you see the nervous youth mount up for his second ride, being second to last.

“My Lord, perhaps best of a more even trade,” you suggest and he presses a finger to his lips, almost consuming the first joint in his mustache and you quiet watching his son again.

The run is almost entirely like the first, movements just as precise, he misses a single step in one of the hurdles and you notice Lord Argor frowning deeply. When he finishes his score launches him into first place again, respectable for a young lad if nothing else. His father takes to his feet again clapping with vigor and you as well, the last competitor comes to his turn and Lord Conklyn speaks to you again.

“Perhaps indeed my Lord. But in times of peace no doubt we would see more use of sporting horses than that of war, no?”

You scrunch your nose at that, he wished to place further worth on his own herd than your own, simply because of time, you ill liked that, “And be that as it may my Lord, war horses are still just as worthy a mount in times of peace, my Uncle’s horse Penance is one such horse and is rather more suited for the Joust, which I would dare say is a rather important contest no?”

“Rather,” Lord Argor says simply, voice hushed and eyes focused on the last competitor, a solid score would put him first. Finishing with a flair the judges tally their scores and he is awarded an exceptional one, just below Lord Argor’s son however. Lord Conklyn is beside himself, drawing himself up in a beaming pride, calling to his son who for his part looks shocked. The field is brought together for the celebration and announcing of the victory, Ser Lucas and Lady Racheal beg off and attend the latter’s younger brother on the field in celebration.

“My Lord, in light of such events, perhaps a deal could be made?”

You lick your lips and watch the younger Conklyn receive his golden laurel, you’d need a fairly convincing argument after that display, as close as it was.

>Roll 4d6 for Convince

Rolled 1, 2, 5, 1 = 9 (4d6)

>>43073412

Roll for the silvertongue with the silver hair.

Rolled 3, 4, 2, 5 = 14 (4d6)

>>43073412

Lets do it

Rolled 1, 4, 4, 2 = 11 (4d6)

>>43073412

Rolled 5, 4, 1, 4 = 14 (4d6)

>>43073412

>>43073432
>>43073439
>>43073476

14-2 =12, saving it there, just barely.

Sheesh father surely even brynden knows when you want a fair deal you don't ASK for it, you ask for an equally unfair deal so haggling takes you to the middle

>>43073570
Brynden only knows how to ask for ridiculously unfair deals and threatening people at sword point to sign the damn paper. Being "fair" is an unknown to him, he did pretty much extort his Uncle on the Hayford side.

>>43073570
https://youtu.be/u75XQdTxZRc?t=8s

>>43073606
You and Brynden never fail to put a smile on my face

Success, one degree.

“Of course my Lord Argor. Such a display as that has me thoroughly convinced to the worth of your horses.”

“I am glad to see you agree my Lord, a payment of 600 gold dragons, that seems more than appropriate yes?” he asks taking his seat and finishing his horn of ale in one large gulp.

“Perhaps of a neighbor my Lord, but I know the risks of studding from across the continent. Your hold is upon the Ocean Road yes? Quite a distance for my prized possessions to travel. Should I lose them? Who would pay me? And if the situation was reversed my Lord? Who would pay you?”

He frowns deeply, “I would suppose there is some truth in this my Lord. It has been a long time since a larger part of my herd was sent abroad…”

“Even longer still for them to be away my Lord. And mine as own, I would worry after them for such a time. The price of upkeep, it may be rather large, and I would not seek to deny your own horses such treatment as I am sure you would mine.”

“Oh of course my Lord!” Lord Argor responds seemingly ruffled by your sudden assault even for a simple fair trade, “I had not thought of such details... “ he casts eye to his son who is celebrating with his sister and Ser Lucas, “400 gold dragons then?”

“Acceptable my Lord Argor,” you say and extend a hand, one he takes with a certain strength and a waggle of his mustache again. Taking his seat alongside you he sits and watches Lucas talking to his young son.

“This Ser Lucas Longwaters…” he begins and you give him attention, “Is he a good man?”

“How do you mean my Lord?”

“My dear Racheal speaks highly of him, Grant loves him and once asked to be his squire,” he continues, “She is my third daughter, a marriage to him would be even but I do not know the man. What do you think my Lord?”

>Endorse your Knight, Ser Lucas Longwaters
>Tell Lord Argor Conklyn he should look elsewhere

>>43073753
>>Endorse your Knight, Ser Lucas Longwaters

The Longwaters owe us big time.

Rolled 1, 5 = 6 (2d6)

So some notes on this, you do not have to start the Sporting Horse Herd immediately. The -2 to it will always exist. However, Lord Conklyn will want to start his War Horse herd immediately, so they'll be gone for whatever the roll is on this post.

Pretty much as fair as a deal as you can get. So, yay?

>>43073753
>Endorse your Knight, Ser Lucas Longwaters
"I know not a better man!"

>>43073753
>>Endorse your Knight, Ser Lucas Longwaters
Time to be an ancient wingman.

>>43073753
>Endorse your Knight, Ser Lucas Longwaters
He will plough your daughter better than any man.

>>43073753
>>Endorse your Knight, Ser Lucas Longwaters

Be a Bro, also find a way to tell Longwaters we've endorsed him. Basically tell him something like- hope you like Racheal, cos we've told her father you're awesome.

We're making some neat alliances here, Chelsted, Conklyn via Longwaters, Longwaters. It's all good.

>>43073753
>>Endorse your Knight, Ser Lucas Longwaters

>>43073753
>Endorse your Knight, Ser Lucas Longwaters

>>43073964
Seriously. If this keeps up the Longwaters might just be considered our own Knightly House in everything but name.

>>43073985

If we get a bit of Power built up, I imagine them as good canidates for our first Banner.That's a way off yet though.

>>43074157

>murder Redwards
>take back Red Tower
>Land Lucas
>create cadet branch of Longwaters, suddenly two allies for the price of one

I'd fund it.

>>43073985
Eh, they're rather distant for that to be particularly desireable for either party. The current circumstances where hardly anyone wants to work with the valyrian houses to even more of a degree than they don't want to work with loyalists, means that as the only valyrians not in the celtigar pocket we're natural allies, but that won't inherently hold up. Re

>>43074178

One of them has only daughters and wed her to Victus 13-14 years later. Victus gets a knightly house.

>>43074178
Nah. That place is going to Victus.

>>43074178
This on the other hand, would yeah basically give us a banner and an all-but banner in blackwater bay for a surprising amount of force projection in the crownlands.

I would love to see a map of the crownlands with locations marked for houses both knightly and otherwise. It would help in determining allies and better visualize relative distance and power for regional diplomacy.

>>43074221

Is Dontos actually teaching Victus to fight, or just pray. I'd rather have Ser Victus than Septon Victus.

>>43074246
He is his squire. So yes. We also training him in archery aswell as a secondary skill

>>43074246

Or he could be Maester Victus.

I kinda like the idea of Victus growing up and being a cool old guy like Maester Luwin.

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>>43074245

From the CK2 Mod, not cannon obviously, but sort of matches.

>>43074221
Yeah to be honest my hope is that redward's rapebaby is a daughter so after we kill him we can engage victus to his new cousin and have a great excuse for how we're basically taking back the land the crown explicitly took away from us. "What, no, we're not taking back our land. A lady in her own right that's still a minor has so many threats though, I wouldn't want that for my niece. This is just cementing her safety"

>>43074245
>>43074316

Bransfort I believe is the Seat of House Chelsted.

>>43074319
Perfect. Either way Victus ends up with the place.

If its a boy we will give it enough poppy so he will never wake up

>>43074316
Playing Ironborn is a bit more fun than playing CKII Vikings becuase you're guarenteed a concubine each time you lead and win a siege. For some reason CKII on my PC goes so fucking slow, it's unreal. One day I'll be able to play again.

>>43074369
No! He's our nephew! We'll just make sure he's raised to be nothing like his father, after all Royce is nothing like HIS father, who was a loyal Bannerman.

“In my short time of knowing the man I have come to find there is no better man, my Lord Argor. A fine swordsman, pitiful archer comparably, but a virtuous man, well spoken and well loved by both my Household and his own,” you say, eyes upon Ser Lucas. You had known him for less than a month but bondly closely with the younger twin, it did your heart well to know he would be returning to Steadhold with you. Better still that he may bring a wife as well, one of some degree of stature.

Lord Argor nods along, keeping his eyes trained as yours are, “In truth I did not know what to think of these Longwaters. They called them the forgotten House of Valyria, I worried for my daughter’s safety amongst them, though I fought alongside the Tyrells for the Targaryens this future is different.”

“Your daughter’s safety will be of mine concern as equally as Ser Lucas’ my Lord.”

He turns and gives you an odd look, “How so my Lord?”

“Ser Lucas has sworn his sword to House Malroy, my Lord, he intends to travel to Steadhold with me after the Tourney has concluded.”

His mustache waggles again and a smile creeps out from under it, “A thought I like well enough my Lord. It would be a mightier degree easier to see my dear Racheal on the mainland rather than some island in the mouth of the Narrow Sea. I thank you my Lord for your council, now if I may beg leave, my son is in need of my congratulations.”

>>43074400
No anon. Baby boy Redward ends up dead. We dont want him going all Theon on us. Keeping the baby would not be good.

-A few days later-

“Did he not tell you I had already asked her hand in marriage?” Lucas asks absolutely floored by the turn of events in past days. Lord Conklyn had accepted his proposal and they were to be wed in a few months times. You had offered your home of Steadhold as a middle ground of sorts, Lord Conklyn would be coming for the Melee, and to drop off a few of the studs he no longer needed. And of course the Longwaters would be attending, so it made perfect sense.

“No he had not, doesn’t matter, you owe me anyway Ser Lucas,” you respond laughing.

Ser Jon for his part had absolutely lost it when he heard, “I can’t bloody believe it, all this talk of living the bachelor life, and you’re suddenly tied down by the first pretty face to walk by in King’s Landing.”

A firm round of congratulations followed and your Knight seemed almost humbled by it all, he still acted his part as your equal in matters of ‘serious strategy’ but his mind was clearly flung elsewhere. That night you feasted, and hosted the newly made couple as well as Lord Conklyn. Lady Alexes attended as did Dontos and he received his fair share of sidelong looks, a sweat pooling on his brow in response, you had yet to speak to him of that potential alliance and suddenly felt a worse nephew for it. He almost looked like Barq Zos did when the Pentoshi banker molested him with his eyes.

>>43074428
We've lost so much family already, and you want to kill more?

Toasting them off again you leave for the night, turning in early. You visit Elionwy and Mason, the former being able to sleep at the latter’s side again who had regained full consciousness, but not quite all his motor functions yet. He waved you off with a finger upon lips and you nod leaving for an early night. Your body wanted of sleep, it had grown weary of its time in King’s Landing. You wished for home, and tomorrow was the last day of the Tourney, the final eight were to ride and in the evening the final feast of the event would be served. You had finally received a letter from the Grafton’s and had been invited to sit and dine with them, another chance at Lady Giselle, Dontos insisted you should take without any hesitation, though it still sat in your mind alongside the memory of Obella. Drunken and slurred as they were, her dark blue eyes sat in your memory, her grace with a bow and in the air. It burnt lust in your chest but you willed it stop.

-Morning-

Mounting upon Goldsong you instructed the Villa’s Household to begin preparing for your departure on the morrow, though you had the option of staying it would serve little purpose now. Ser Jon and Lucas follow after you, but split before you looking for their seats among the grandstands before the overbearing sun took hold of the day. Ser Victor and Wesley rode alongside you instead, and for a moment you considered. The day was still young and you did not need to make an appearance for the entirety of the last day of Joust rather the finals if anything. Thoughts turnt to Obella, of other actions, perhaps a day better spent elsewhere.

>Go to the Joust and watch the entire last day
>Do some stuff about King’s Landing before appearing for the end at the very least (Give me some ideas of what)

>>43074460
>>Do some stuff about King’s Landing before appearing for the end at the very least (Give me some ideas of what)

Try find Obella.

>>43074460
>>Do some stuff about King’s Landing before appearing for the end at the very least (Give me some ideas of what)
Some more clothes for us and Victus. Grab some curios for those at Steadhold.

>>43074447
Redwards are no family of ours. Remember to roleplay, lad. We're a wrothful person.

>>43074460
Hm, I'd kind of like to ask arryn about the route we're taking down to dorne, so that if it's near our stormlander cousin's lands we can ask if it'd be alright to ride ahead for a short visit, if our cousin agrees. If we're going to be in the area already then he'll have a harder time refusing.

>>43074500
Well it all depends on whether we care more about who the father is or who the mother is.

>>43074500
The sins of the father, huh? While the child would be that fucks, it would also be our sister's. Remember that.

>>43074460
>>Do some stuff about King’s Landing before appearing for the end at the very least (Give me some ideas of what)

Can we visit the Great Sept of Baelor with Dontos, maybe talk to him in private about Alexus?

>You had finally received a letter from the Grafton’s and had been invited to sit and dine with them, another chance at Lady Giselle.

I think we should take this opportunity, she's Arryn's pick for us, and it might be an idea to get Brynden a wife before he fathers more children than Garth Greenhand. Plus I like that she's shy.

And brace ourselves for eating some shit from Ser Grafton.

>>43074525
We would most likely go by boat.

>>43074588
Yeah i know that's likely but I'd still like to ask.

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>>43074581
God no. We are going with the Qorgyle girl. Her talents/family talents would supplement Brynden's and her family's connection to Oberyn would be a great help to us in Dorne.

>>43074550

Good point. It's our sister's child. We should rescue it from that clearly unfit father.

>>43074605
For the love of the Seven, /tg/, we have the HDW in our sights. Do not falter now!

>>43074489
It can be well assumed that has already occurred more than a few times. Not really worth dedicating scene time too.

>>43074525
You'll be going by ship, not really the option to see your cousin for that. And Arryn isn't available for chatter today.

>>43074581
Dontos is actually going to watch the Tourney, he wants to see the finals and is with Ser Jon and Lucas right now. Trust me you'll get a whole scene later about that topic. It'll be fun I promise. I don't promise.

>>43074480
Yeah I kind of figured. Searching her out is not impossible right now. But I'll need a vote for it.

>Speak out Obella
>Do not

>>43074550
>>43074562
What makes you think our sister will want to keep it?

>>43074639
>Speak out Obella

>>43074581
>Can we visit the Great Sept of Baelor with Dontos, maybe talk to him in private about Alexus?

I support this move. He really needs to know whats up and to get his approval. Otherwise he will beat our ass again.

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>>43074437
>Dontos and he received his fair share of sidelong looks, a sweat pooling on his brow in response,
>a sweat pooling on his brow in response.

I love it.

>>43074639
Man my typos get terrible sometimes.

>>43074639
>Seek out Obella

>>43074639
>>Speak out Obella

>>43074662
Alexes said they would take about it in a couple of months time. There is plenty of time for that later when we are back in Steadhold

>>43074639
>Do not

>>43074639
>Seek out Obella

>>43074605
>We are going with the Qorgyle girl.

That's not certain yet. I'd rather throw my lot in with the Hand of the King known for honour then a family with a blood feud against the Royal Family.

And if we had to go Martell, I'd vote for Doran over Oberyn.

>>43074581

This, talk with Dontos and go with him to the Sept if he wishes. Inform him about the potential marriage with Chelsted, and it is his decision as always.

>>43074605
While i know we're going for Qorgyle and think it's the best idea because our sellswordy behavior won't jeopardize things, gulltown is a much better ally simply due to location. If we're attack the scorpians are two kingdoms away, instead of just needing to sail up a bay. But maps and armies don't matter if we're likely to constantly offend our allies with our vices, so HDW we go.

>>43074639
>>Do not

>>43074703
But we are already on the Hand of the King's side. He just hope that a marriage would bind us closer. Pretty much making us his bitch more or less. And as you said, maps and armies does not matter. Going with the Qorgyle would also make us friend with Oberyn since they were his foster family.

>>43074711
>But maps and armies don't matter if we're likely to constantly offend our allies with our vices

But we don't have to do this things.

Oh boy here we go, seeking out Obella it is. Just an educated guess, but Dontos will not like to hear about this.

>>43074802
We don't have to, but we will. We all know we will. We'll do them LESS, and less openly, but we'll still do them.

>>43074810
We can just ask the Longwaters were they found her since they were the one who hired her group.

Also Dontos doesnt like anything we do. So nothing new there

>>43074711
>But maps and armies don't matter if we're likely to constantly offend our allies with our vices

Think it will take a lot more than our small vices to offend them to such a degree. They wont go "Look he sleeps with whores once in a while. Better Red Wedding him!" for something that small

>>43074810
HEY. WE WON'T FUCK HER. I THINK. THAT'S THE BEST WE CAN DO

>>43074810
S W I G G I T Y
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>>43074785
Maps-and-armies anon here, you're actually replying to someone other than me.

>>43074856
Lets not make any promises just yet anon.

>>43074868
Yeah. I noticed that a bit after i posted.

Sorry

>>43074785
>Pretty much making us his bitch more or less.

I really don't understand how a wife from a house running Gulltown makes us his bitch. I get that you favour Obella. But if anything it gives us leverage in the vale, not the other way round. Girls only really get a say in Dorne.

>>43074853
Not red-wedding, but they might decide "fuck it just flee with your kids and leave your husband to rot if redward attacks." I'm not saying they WILL, but its more of a risk than dorne.

>>43074914
Might have used the wrong word there. But i just believe he is trying to hold us on a very short leash. Making us dependant on him even

>>43074914
Its an opportunity cost. If we're married into his powerbase, then that's our primary method of getting support from another powerbase GONE. It makes it harder for us to get support from anyone BUT the hand, which makes it harder for us to not do what the hand wants. He won't mistreat us, because he's a good man, but he'd have the power to.

>>43074949

My feeling is you favour hot & spicy Dornish wife, and I favour shy submissive Andal wife, and we're both trying to you logic to get our way.

I know I am.

Aaargh, Street Name Signs are the worst captcha.

>>43075007
*use*

>>43075007
I would never do that. I would resort to blind waifuism, passive agressive greentexting and boil your entire argument into a "muh X"

How dare you suggest otherwise!

>>43075007
I'm personally down with either, but seriously why would arryn set it up if it didn't benefit him. He's a good man, but he's still rather politically savvy. If won't hurt us, its a rather decent alliance, but it still leaves us with only arryn as someone we can ask for help, and you know what? He's old. Not going to be around forever. We don't won't him to kick it when we need him and not have any backup. HDW has its own drawback in distance of course, but there's definitely reason to go "Jon, Jon, Jon. I like you, but not 'have you pick out my marriage' like you."

Blue eyes hidden by the black mask that looked like a scorpion’s carapace, graceful step, the body unlike any you had seen before. In your chest burnt a lust, but not one of simple desire. She had matched your game, not playing into your hand like the women you had grown use to, she was a challenge. And you desired more.

“Wesley, where would I find the entertainers?”

He thinks a moment, “Well… Most of them would likely be near the Red Keep practicing for tonight’s feast. I can’t think of anywhere else.”

“The Lady Sereya said she found the Scorpion act near there my Lord,” Victor chimes in, his usual smile playing about his lips.

“Thank you Victor,” you respond flatly, and give him a look that garners a fair amount of laughter.

Thinking of Obella reminds you of another thought of that night, a vague memory of Wesley with a woman in grey, “Cousin, who was the woman you were with the night of my celebration?”

Your cousin turns eight different shades of red and Victor absolutely howls with laughter at his expense, “It was… Lady Lilly, Brynden. She is… Kind.”

“And stacked,” Victor adds in, your cousin hardly able to contain his words with a stare of daggers, Ser Haigh for his part only keeping his place on his horse by sheer luck.

Shaking your head you press on and travel into King’s Landing, the streets being almost devoid of anyone, and soon find the small camp of miscellaneous performers and actors, closer to Flea Bottom than you would prefer, but it was all the same to you in the end. You did not know for what to look for, it's not like she would have a sigil hung in the sky. Wesley and Victor both split off, and you go alone, a smattering of small peddlers offer you wares of various want and use, only once do you stop and pick up something. A gift for Lady Racheal in a few months you think. You ride a moment longer, doubts of your intent beginning to form. Then suddenly you see a small tent, surrounded in red and black silks, a large man standing guard before it, a small archery target riddled with arrows. Drawing in close you notice one of the aids from the other night peeking out and then disappearing when you catch her eye.

You dismount and approach, the man is almost Solhas’ size and looks to be of Norvos, you attempt to get a sellswords swagger in your step and he looks exceedingly unimpressed, before you reach him he calls out and stamps his axe into the ground, “Stop Westerosi. State your business.”

You think a moment, and place your resting hand over your sword, the other elbow on your arrows, “Not quarrel my good man, only to call upon Lady Scorpion.”

His nose twitches and he heaves his axe into both hands, “No.”
“No?”

“Yes, no. Be gone Westerosi.”

>Response?

>>43074993

True but so is Dorne, the Tyrell's hate (or will hate) Oeryn for Willis, and the Stormlands have had border wars since the Rhoynar crossed the arm, and the Martells hate the Lannisters. Robert Baratheon also hates the Targaryens.

>>43075175

I have a feeling we've met in sith apprentice quest.

>>43075259
We know a bit of Summer Islandic right ? Talk to him in that or in some Essosi language. Ask him to tell Lady Scorpion that we are here and she can decied if she want to meet us.

>>43075303
Dont follow that one. So i doubt it.

>>43075312
>We know a bit of Summer Islandic right ?

That's not where Norvos is, from what I remember.

>>43075335
Oh right. I had a brain fart.

>>43075259
>>43075312

This sounds like a plan.

>>43075312
You know how to tell Barq Zos his sister was a good fuck in the Summer Tongue, otherwise not much.

And Norvos is in Essos.

>>43075269
Yeah it's definitely a tradeoff no matter what we pick.

(The other thing about the marriage is it probably ALSO encourages loyalty in gulltown. They were loyalists themselves, marrying them to his own man from a former loyalist house is its own good call on arryn's part)

>>43075259
Well, the aid is likely letting her know we're here, so we just need to entertain the muscle until she decides to come out.

"'No?' I've never really been such a fan of 'no.' Rings of too much finality. I prefer 'perhaps.' For instance, 'perhaps' Lady Scorpion is already waiting for me and you're simply standing in both our ways."

>>43075259
Hm, I think I'm actually going to bet... Rhoynar remnant. They very well could end up looking norvosi.

>>43075370

High or rather Low Valyrian then?

>>43075259
Ok
>Leave

>>43075423
Talks too slimy for Big B

>>43075522
>>43075529
I'll take slimy over running away like a bitch.

>>43075259

>Lets just Headbutt him.

>>43075629
Worked for Asher.

>>43075259

Or Blood of the Dragon, lets intimidate him.

>>43075581
I didn't suggest running away like a bitch. But it doesn't sound like something that would come out of the Blackshaft's mouth

If we have the laurel we could ask him to show it to her. That should get her attention

“I’d rather not, Norvoshi,” you respond in High Valyrian and he gives you an odd look, picking up enough from his knowledge of the bastard’s valyrian to know you have challenged him.

He draws up to you on heavy foot, and looks down over a rather large chest and meets your eyes.

“Tubī daor. Daor.”

“I never liked the word daor. It never rolled off the tongue like no does. Then again, I rather dislike the word no as well, too final. I much prefer perhaps. Example. Perhaps you should get the hell out of my way Noroshi. Or. Perhaps your Lady is already waiting my call and perhaps you are preventing meeting with your blunt stupidity,” you respond switching back to common and quirking an eyebrow, hand fully wrapped around your sword hilt now, you could fight one of the Bearded Priest’s monsters, not the first time afterall.

He doesn’t look to be backing down, and a guttural growl escapes his lip, for a moment you consider you may need to fight him, and ready yourself to launch into him with a headbutt.

“Zaro, enough,” a familiar voice calls out, and you peek around the monster of a man, your eyes are greeted with the lovely rolling step of Obella. She was dressed different, a low cut dress of red sanksilk, her shoulder bare, cut daring low with an equally daring slit up her thigh, a pair of snakeskin shoes wrap their way up to roughly the end of the thigh where the slit shows so much yet so little. She still wears her mask, but around her waist is a sash of black silk, hung together by an onyx scorpion, trails after her. Her eye’s catch with yours and the smallest bit of smile grows on her lips, though her eyes read of absolute disbelief of your presence.

“Lord Blackshaft, a pleasure to see you again,” she purrs, and places a hand on her bodyguard, his eye linger a moment longer on you and he relents, leaving off, with a grunt.

“Lovely man, Zaro was it?”

She places her hands upon her hips and eyes you suspiciously, and then flicks her head and turns walking off with instruction for you to follow. Happy to watch her walk away from you, you oblige, allowing her to disappear from sight before stepping into the tent yourself. You’re met with the smell of incense, the warmth of the day hung lightly enough to get to your head and before you can react you find yourself locked into a deep kiss with Obella. Her hands making practiced movement about your body, finding buttons and buckles and disarming them with ease. She breaks away and begs you to follow, your sword lies on the ground, arrows among them, your cape gone, doublet flung to side. You follow like a puppy and she pushes into you with another kiss, the mask scratches your nose, her long braid presses against your chest between her breasts, more breast than you had expected in truth. Her body leads you to a bed, and guides you down straddling your manhood that strains wishing to be free.

“You ask of me a different boon and yet I find you here my Lord,” she whispers into your ear nibbling at it, “Why do you call upon me again Lord Brynden Blackshaft?”

>Response?

Internet randomly shat out on me there, sorry about that.

>>43075986
Cause random voices in my head told me to.

>>43075986
"Well... It seems you've decided for me, Lady Qorgyle."

>>43076052
We actually dont know that ICly
>>43075986
Say something about how we couldnt forgot that evening and we wanted to see her again. wished to meet her. Learn more about her.

>>43076049
Brynden really does hear some crazy shit.

>>43075986

Lets not gush here. She's going to be used to guys dropping their spaghetti.

Mention her mask, let's talk about her being a Qorgyle. Find out why she's in Kings Landing.

>>43076052

We don't know but given she's Dornish wearing a scorpion mask and clearly been professionally trained with a bow. Assuming Brynden knows his heraldry it's not that big a leap.

Invite her to perform at our tourny, and talk about her 'teaching' us Dornish customs for our peace mission.
If you know what I mean.

>>43076170
meant to reply to >>43076088

>>43076088
>>43076170
Of course we don't know that, but you say it because it's a dashing and charming shot in the dark made on informed guessing and might catch her off-guard. Come on, this is Playing Lovable Rogues 101!

>>43076185

Don't invite her to the Tourney, it's asking for a incident and will bugger our relationship with Dontos and thusly lady chelsted and eliminate any potential with the Graftons.

>>43076096
She has made him so mad he is hearing voices!

>>43076170
>>43076206
Its a bit of a jump. We might get her to reveal it if we ask about her. Heck we could even make a little game. A bet so to speak. If we win we will tell her a story about her life in essos, if we win she will tell us something about herself. Question is. What kind of game.

>>43076253
Because we have a girl performing at our melee? If he asks we'll just say she impressed us!

>>43076185
Dang teaching us dornish customs is a great excuse.

>>43076253
I really doubt that. Dontos will probably grumble. But he grumbles about everything,

>>43076268

He's not stupid, and already kinda miffed about "that" party. (which he was at- until he left.)

Inviting her is asking for trouble. Either someone there will take the hump, or someone will find a scorpion somewhere unpleasant.

>>43076052
>>43076116

You really don't know she's a Qorgyle in character. However there really was a lot of blatant hints, so Brynden might have figured it out.

Sooo, we can roll for it. Brynden knows a fair bit of Heraldry, but not a lot.

Typically that's a Knowledge check but given the reasoning in, >>43076206 is sound we'll give it a Cunning test.

So, roll 3d6 for Cunning.

Secondary, invite her to perform at Steadhold for the Melee?

>Yay
>Neigh

Again, sorry my internet is falling apart over here all of a sudden.

>>43076400
>>Neigh

Rolled 6, 6, 1 = 13 (3d6)

>>43076400
>Neigh
Invite the big guy tho

Rolled 6, 3, 5 = 14 (3d6)

>>43076400
>>Yay

>>43076388
>Inviting her is asking for trouble
Trouble is such a close companion to us all these years, if would be rude to not invite him to our melee

Rolled 1, 4, 5 = 10 (3d6)

>>43076400

>>43076400
Neigh, ask about dornish customs for our.... Trip down there. Don't just go "yeah I'm going to be part of a peace talk" but if she's in the know she'll probably know.

>>43076400
>Yay

>>43076423
>>43076425
>>43076454


Fair play, you dun figured out the big mystery in character. Dashing rogue is a go.

>>43075986
>I came to learn about Dornish culture

Perfect excuse.

>>43076400
Oh damn can we save the reveal for if she asks why we expect her to know how dornish nobles behave?

"Oh I think you're the perfect person to ask... Lady qorgyle"

>>43076547

She might be a Qorgyle, but her surname might well be Sand.

>>43076576
Eh, even if she is (she's not, but we don't know that IC) calling her lady qorgyle would still reveal we knew who she was a sand of.

>>43076400
I say Yay to inviting, but maybe at the end of this little chat.

I think we should at least meet Lady Grafton before commiting we can invite her later if we decide to go with Obella ut not right now.

>>43076748
We did, briefly.
She turned bright red when we got her to hold our bow. And thats not a euphemism for once.

>>43076748
Nice try Jon Arryn

>>43076748
Yeah I personally am all for sticking out dick in an arachnid but we should have a better sense of the lay of the land before we commit.

>>43076787
>>43076793

Yes, she blushed but we never spoke to her, other than gripping her and telling her "it's all in the hips."

>>43076748
We're not marrying her, lad. I know there are cucks among us but true men don't marry loose women. She might be a good fuck.

>>43076748
To be frank i am fine with meeting her to get to know her. But i am still rooting for Obella for the sheer fact she has some damn fire in her blood, which should speak to Brynden the most.

>>43076871
Pfft who cares. We could get a spymaster out of it! Just ask her to make sure she's already pregnant before fucking other dudes.

>>43076890
/tg/ is full of betas who can't roleplay, as soon as there's a marriage with someone who has 'fire in her blood' you'll be the submissive partner in the relationship.

>>43076918
>Literal cuck
Holy fuck

>>43076931
Anon's need to be forever nice and get trampled over like a wet towel.

>>43076871

Yeah but good matches are based on political reasons and reputation. (See Conklyn earlier) taking her to the tourney might hurt us when it comes to getting a bride & dowry later. By all means hump her, but don't bring her home to meet the family.

>>43076952
Turnabout is fair play man. If we're going to be fucking other ladies it'd be rude not to extend her the same courtesy

>>43076931
Yeah well, since i saw gotham quest take a dive recently i know that. Though the MC in this quest is not in a position to lay down and take it and i doubt many here right now would push that way.

>>43076983
Didn't know a man's body was changed with sex. Woman gets pumped full of man's seed, cuck. I don't want to see Brynden cleaning up afterwards.

>>43077014
Sheesh of course we'd expect her to clean herself up, not doing so would be rude.

>>43076992
>I doubt many here right now would push that way.
They were talking about raising the potential Langward rape baby earlier.

>>43077042
Redward mate not Langwards.

>>43077042
Redward before this cunt we are dealing with were loyal bannermen, and the bastard child is probably going to be our nephew/niece.
Its not actually that bad an idea to raise the kid as part of the family and never mention who the dad was, ever, kind of deal.

As a youth you had been taught the major/minor Houses of Westeros, roughly half stuck, the others were vague representations of the ‘guys with a pink naked chick on their standard’ and the like, but you recalled something of Dorne, more often than not really. The Martells with their lanced sun, Yronwoods the grey iron gate, and in the depths of your mind you recalled something that matched your current quarrels more than obvious giveaways. Red silks, almost the color of crimson blood, the black scorpions to match her name, the salty dornish appearance, in your mind a House sat, Qorgyle.

During your thoughts your hands had begun at the dress, it was already nearly come off, the slit allow you to work it to a bunch around her midsection, another glanced at what little clung to her shoulders and she frees her arm from it, the sanksilk falling to rest among the rest of the dress, her breast falls exposed, pert as the light brown of the rest of her skin, brown nipple tipping it and taken into your mouth as you begin to counter her dominance of the act. Her breath catches and her nails dig into your back, the other hand drawing through your hair, urging your head forward. Her moment’s lapse gives you enough time to swing her over onto her back rolling alongside her, her masks catches a bit and you place it back into its place with a steady finger, eye locking with her own, you ask in between breaths of passion, “I had need of… Advice Lady Scorpion.”

“Advice of what-” your mouth reaches to her neck catching breath again, kissing it gently, taking small nibbles, her legs wrap around your body, hands beginning to dig at what is left of your clothing, “Of what my Lord?”. Your efforts to ward her off go in vain and she undoes your belt, reaching for her prize, taking it in a long stroke, “I am disappointed, Lord Blackshaft, it is not as they said.

You roll your eyes and press into her, soft warmth guides against your manhood and for a moment you press against the warm wetness of her loins, and then disappear into it. She sighs, contented and you groan into her neck, your body thrusting into her with a smooth rhythm earning small moans of pleasure in response, speaking into her neck again, “I find myself in need of… Lessons. Of the dornish court, of proper procedure of dealing with the Noble’s of Dorne, I find myself in a unique position in recent days.”

Her hand brings your lips to hers again and she kisses you deeply once again fighting your tongue with her own, in a moment you find yourself on your side and then suddenly your back again, She rests upon your manhood and shed the rest of her dress, and you take in her beauty in full, light abs upon her mid, a tone body but with the softness of flesh in her hip and breast, a light brown with dark hair of black silk. Her hips begin to ride and you groan a bit at the movement, she leans over catching your attention again, “And what makes you think I know anything of the court of Dorne, Lord Blackshaft?”

Your hands rest upon her hips, in no way controlling movement, but rather maintaining it, her hands reach to the headboard and her strokes dig into your further, her voice singing of passion and lust, her lips hang ajar and her eyes half lidded, you catch them, “Call it a hunch, Lady Qorgyle.”

Her eyes shoot open, and meet yours fully, her voice does not stop, but you can hear a sudden change in tone, and your emerald eyes flame with passion and the knowing of a man that has brought more than one head to this discussion. Having caught her off guard you are able to turn the tables to your advantage again, and push up into a seated position, taking her deeply with every stroke, her body responding by clinging to your own, begging for attentions of breast and lip. You continue for a moment longer and feel the fire in your loins grow to a peak, and you push her down into the bed again, giving the final few strokes and then burying yourself to hilt inside her.

Her voice is ragged, half wanting for breath and further attentions, and she whispers into your ear, small nothings of want of more, but they are tinged with the sudden realization you’ve taken her fire away, you knew more than you should have. And it worried her immensely.

>Question her? (Give me some ideas)
>Leave off, you won

Well then, that got lewder than expected.

>>43077223
>Question her? (Give me some ideas)

"It werent just chance you came to villa to preform was it ?"

And keep working her.

>>43077223
>>Question her? (Give me some ideas)
Any social ques that would help me not look a total fool? Niceties that are Dornish only?

>>43077223
Question what brings one of dornes houses to kings landing with all the tension going off, see how she reacts.

If she opens up and seems amicable to negotiations we could bring up the peace mission and maybe suggest an alliance of interest to both our houses.

>>43077223
Well I guess ask her questions about dornish manners while also playing around with her a little, and also maybe point out that the scorpian nickname leads anyone with the right knowledge of heraldry to be able to guess.

For now heavy petting only.

>>43077269
Dude. She is already riding us.

>>43077042
Yes, because it'd still be family. Vengeance is brynden's vice, but family is his motivation. Think of it as Royce redward's third victim.

>>43077117
Not a bastard anon. They're married until/unless we get it annulled (which we SHOULD be able to do I think, but it might take a little bit of veilled bribery) and I'm not entirely sure what annuling would do to an already born heir.

>>43077262
>we could bring up the peace mission

Do not tell a spy about our secret mission. It is literally treason.

>>43077252
This

>>43077282
Oh damn whoops. Well the rest still stands.

>>43077282
No need to let up just because we shot our load.

>>43077302
Hence the trying to gauge the depths first. But not mentioning it is fine i guess.

>>43077325
That was more a response to my "heavy petting only" which its already way too late for.

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>>43077223
>Her eyes shoot open
What I've been waiting for.

>Question her? (Give me some ideas)
Meeting wasn't coincidence, ask if she knows anything that might help us.

>>43077223
Oh yeah and tell her after we are done we would like to see her again.

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>>43077223
>>Question her? (Give me some ideas)

Why me? Why visit my villa? I'm sure it's not just my dashing good looks.

Also have we actually looked under the mask?
Pic related.

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>>43077302
I'm not sure the peace mission is strictly speaking secret, those who are in the know in dorne probably already know about it. I might suggest if you're in the know you already know what I'm talking about, and if you're not you don't need to. Let on that we realize she's got an agenda here, but we don't mind.

>>43077398
Backing.

>>43077398

Doran will know, but I kind of doubt Oberyn does, he's probably still pretty pissed.

>>43077442
Yeah but I think that's likely to be less because it's a state secret and more because people have explicitly been told not to tell oberyn so he doesn't sabotage them before they begin.

>>43077476

And House Qorgyle fostered Oberyn, if she's got a sponsor here my feeling is it's more likely to be Oberyn than Doran.

Ultimately I kind of want to play into an agenda of it was the lannisters that Royce marched under, that the mountain marched under. We lost a love, we lost a sister, we know grief and empathize with Robert and the martells. But the martell's real vengeance should be on the lannisters. Which starts with weakening their influence on the crown. Give the hand a win and demand a place on the small council.

>>43077516
Yeah, I'm just saying its not LITERALLY treason, merely a bad idea.

>>43077541
Fuck the small council. Stay the fuck away from that while the throne is in lannister hands. Will get our ass killed.

Happy to try turn the target though.

>>43077570
Oh not a place on the small council for us. The martells should demand it.

>>43074856
GOD DAMN IT YOU FUCKERS MADE ME A LIAR

>>43077600
Its your own fault for making unrealistic promises!

>>43077600
Good.
Now remember, she probably knows how to actually drink contraceptive tea, and if she does not, we propose marriage anyway.

>>43077600

That was inevitable once it was decided to find Obella.

>Wanting a slut to push us around

Dorne is shit

>>43077684
>>Wanting a slut to push us around

Who says we want her to push us around ?

>>43077644
>we propose marriage anyway.

Nope, you don't marry crazy. (Technically the phrase is don't stick your di- well too late for that.)

>>43077622
We did manage not to fuck her at the party. I can see where that could give false hope. At least we can give dontis the excuse of seducing info out of a spy.

>suddenly realize that arryn just accidentally orchestrated the martells learning about where in essos vys and Danny are.
Good job jon. Good job.

>>43077684
Did you fucking miss the part we took control?
I know your lacking blood up there but hell man.

>>43077720
Depends on the type of crazy.

>>43077720
I dont get the feeling she is crazy. Wild and hot, yeah. But not crazy.

>>43077720
We've been looking for a spymaster. She's got some spying rough edges to work off but better than starting from scratch.

>>43077758

A Spymaster who works for us, not whoever her boss is in Dorne, don't forget we've already got one of Varys's spies back at home.

>>43077758
Having a spymaster wife is a damn good thing.
Well, so long as your faithful, and i think B would be for that.

>>43077800
Hey if she married us she'd probably not want to screw over her own kids, we'd just need her to pop one out asap.

>>43077829

Mmm, she wore her heraldry on her face. I don't think she's very good at being a spy.

>>43077857
Like I said. Rough edges.

>>43077857
To be fair, i don't think she was worried about people watching her face too much.

You roll to the side and interlacing her body with your own, wrapping a leg about your own and lazily playing with your spent manhood with a tender hand. Your arm wraps around her body coming to rest on her firm but more than ample buttocks, the other playing with the hair that had come loose from its braid during the heat of passion. Quiet for a moment you wait for her to speak, she seems conflicted, unsure of how to proceed. And you take the initiative, “Lady Obella, it was not by mere chance you found yourself performing in my Villa, was it?”

“No,” she answers plainly, her voice not to the defiant challenging strength you had heard previously.

“And you knew of where I was to go in the coming months, did you not?”

“Yes.”

Her hand continues its work and you begin to feel your body react, regaining vigor, your manhood beginning to harden against her soft touches, for a moment you wish to continue in passions but you steel yourself, willing your desires to a stop. But her eyes look to it with a lust, the wants of more still fresh upon your ear, pushing her to her back again you position yourself to her entrance again, but only graze it, her eyes search yours, and you hold her hands back under your own, her voice becoming of begging want, “Why me?” you ask.

Her eyes lock and her lips tremble, unsure of what word to place next, “B-because you were the easiest target.”

You press your length against her again and she squirms to your touch, voicing more than a Lady should, “Whose target?”

“Please… Pleaseplease,” she begs and you fix her with a steady look, emerald eyes burying into her pools of blue, “The Prince’s.”

You press into her and she moans deeply into the side of her pillow, you stroke into her again, maintaining a steady pace, your hand keeping hers in place, “Which?”

“I-I-I cannot say, oh Seven… I- please my Lord, I cannot,” she cries, you increase your pace and she falls to shambles, body arching and pushing to meet yours, “My Lord, please I… Just know you have an ally in… Fucking Seven- in Dorne,” her voice oozes and the final pangs of her pleasure wrack her body, sending shivers down its length, Her head falls to the side, eyes glazed over, though voice still sings, and you find yourself finishing into her again in quick order. You fall to the side and she merely curls up, pulling a blanket to her body.

“I cannot make you promises Lord Brynden,” she says quietly, attempting to sit up, back turned, but voice changing into her challenging tone, “But my sponsor wished to see you on our side. Whatever it took. Forgive me Lord Brynden, but I must take leave of you. Perhaps we will meet again, soon.”

She rises to shaky knees and leaves to another part of the tent, her aids come and begin to gather your things, pushing them upon you and forcing you to dress in a hastily nature looking only partially put together before being pushed out of the tent. Victor is waiting by your horse looking rather bored with himself, but smiles broadly when he sees you trotting over, fixing what was left of your clothing.

“You reek of-”

“Don’t Victor, come, we need be off, where is Wesley?”

“Gone to sit with your Uncle and the Longwaters, telling them of our late arrival.”

“Good,” you say swinging into your saddle and gingerly taking a seat that hurt the least. Goldsong was a smooth ride, but it did little for your aching body.

---

Lucas eyes you with a knowing eye, Lady Racheal by his side, her arm wrapped into his, you take a seat between Ser Jon and your Uncle and sigh deeply apologizing for you delay. Wesley had lied and said you were distracted by a mummer's show, an absolutely pitiful lie, but good enough for the moment. Dontos filled you in on the what had happened in the list, seemingly caring little for your disheveled look, Ser Jaime had beaten Ser Selmy in the semi-finals in what was an amazing show, going to eight lances a piece, while Lord Bryce Dondarrion had beaten a Tyrell in what was such a quick showing if you had blinked you would have missed it. You recognized Lord Dondarrion’s standard, the purple lightning bolt stood in your head during the melee, shocking he was still able to compete so well.

For a moment you sat and allowed your body to recover, the tilt was to be in a few moments, as the King and Queen gave final thank yous and what have you of the royal sort. You could speak with your Household and allies for a moment if you so wished.

>Speak with Dontos
>Speak with Ser Jon Longwaters and Lady Sereya
>Speak with Ser Lucas Longwaters and Lady Racheal Conklyn
>Speak with no one, watch the final tilt (Basically time skip to the feast)

Congratulations, you got laid. Again. Like every time you come to King's Landing. Oh Brynden, will you ever learn? Spoiler, not likely.

Speaking to the spy stuff, the question is, was she ever supposed to be a spy? Why be so blatant in your disguise if you are?

>>43078026
>>Speak with Dontos
So uncle I have heard of some proposals for you recently.

>>43078026
>Speak with Dontos

>>43078026

Wait, did she take some Moon Tea?

Got to make sure of that.

Anyway, Speak with the DON and watch the tilt.

>>43078026
Might be worthwhile to see if sereya was in on it.

>>43078068
OH I'LL NEVER TELL.

No for real I won't, you'll just have to wait two months.

>>43078026
>Speak with Dontos

So maybe Oberyn remembered us and sent someone for us to negotiate with?

>>43078026
>Like every time you come to King's Landing.
There was our formal surrender! We're 'merely' 2 for 3.

>>43078107

eh, you said before it's a one in eight chance when we got that other girl pregnant, so i don' think it's too bad.

Is it every time we have sex or every time we bust in her? Cause that makes a difference

>>43078026
>>Speak with Dontos

>>43078138
Well we did fuck two different girls the second time we visited so that should make up for it.

But it is nice to know that we got a friend in Dorne. Also it would appear she was less of a spy and more out to seduce us.

>after we are done talking with Dontos we begin whistling "The Dornishman's wife" we are stupid grin on our face.

>>43078167
Well there are two types of spies, info gatherers and recruiters.

>>43078183
>A song literally about getting killed because thirsty for pussy

I don't think that song is something we would want to apply to ourselves

New life goal: a bastard of every surname.

>>43078211
The whole song is about how it was totally worth it.

And it was

>>43078167
>it would appear she was less of a spy and more out to seduce us
Well, it worked didn't it?

>>43078464
That it did. Nice to have a girl that can actually somewhat challenge you.

I wonder how it'll turn out when/if we tell Dontos that we might give him into a political marriage.
Will he bitch and moan or will he put his big boy pants and do what must be done for the sake of the House.

So. Did the serves just go down or what ?

>>43078600
Apparently

You see Ser Jaime Lannister round into view, his horse stamping proudly to his master’s orders, the crowd erupts for the Kingsguard member but throughout you hear the calls of, “KINGSLAYER,” likely the only time they could dare utter such without tongue being torn from mouth. Dontos is watching the young man with practices eyes, with a seeming disdain, likely still with thought of his defeat of Ser Boros Blount. The other competitor, Lord Bryce Dondarrion comes out, his light purple armor and black horse reminding you of colors of your own. The crowd again erupted into cheers, chants for the ‘Lightning Lord’ coming in clear across the sea of smallfolk. The herald begins his announcing and during this you catch Dontos’ ear, “Lady Chelsted, seemed a fair mite interested in you the other night Uncle.”

His brow furrows deeply and he turns to regard you halfway, clearing his throat, “Yes she… Erm… Is a fine woman, Brynden.”

“I would certainly think so Uncle,” it was rare you had an advantage against Dontos like this and you pressed it hard, “A fine young woman, still fertile, and widowed. She did mention she was seeking a new husband.”

The first tilt begins, the two combatants rush towards one another, breaking a lance a piece, but both keeping their seat. An even match. Your Uncle is frozen, half watching the joust, half suddenly realizing your implications.

“I would not be a suitable match Brynden. I’m… just a second son, too old now to be worth the anything,” he attempts and you fix him with a heavy stare.

“I’d think not Dontos, you are ‘the Black Knight of Malroy’, the man that so thoroughly beat a member of the Kingsguard you brought him to beg of mercy. I couldn’t think of a better match. One for our House, no doubt it would bring a fine degree of honor to become the ‘Lord Protector’ of Branfield,” you say, drawing on things he had thrown into your face before, honor and glory for the House.

Ser Jaime breaks a lance off of Lord Bryce, going up 3 to 4. The next tilt sees Lord Bryce even it up at 4 again.

A bead of sweat escape his brow and drips from his nose, “I… Would think of it nephew. Perhaps in a day I might… Court her?”

“Perhaps in a few months Uncle,” you suggest nonchalantly, watching as they round for another pass, “She is to attend the Melee, no doubt she would enjoy your company rather than Ser Chytterings.”
The collide again and for a moment you think Ser Jaime is lost, but his position steadies, and he follows through with his strike the broken lance digging into Lord Bryce and pulling him from his seat. The crowd gasps as the lightning lord is slung to the crowd, Ser Jaime being declared the victor.

“Seven Hells…” Dontos whispers to himself.

“Indeed Uncle, a vicious final showing,” you say ignoring it was a curse clearly meant for another topic, “Regardless Uncle, merely a thought. I would not force such upon you.”

“Yes… A thought. Thank you Brynden.”

The pomp and pageantry of the final moments of the Joust did little to interest you, Dontos wished to stay, with Ser Jon and Lady Sereya while the rest of your Household decided to leave off for want of freshening up in the short time before the last feast.

You had returned home to the Villa, finally seeing Mason up and about again, though not as quick and sturdy as before he was well on the road to recovery. He insisted upon coming with you to the feast but you thought better of it, he could not ride, and would make a terrible mess of himself as the night wore on. Instead Ser Wesley and Lucas join you for the evening and your feasting with the Graftons. The rest of your Household taking other places among the feast or simply not attending, such as Dontos, who wished final time at the Great Sept before being off the next day.

You find yourself in the great hall of the Red Keep, so large it was almost bigger than the first floor of the entirety of Steadhold, you could still see lingering traces of the dragons, not all had been carved away as of yet and you trail a finger upon one wrapped about a support column. Wesley kept looking about the assembled masses and fiddling with his doublet, of which he looked absurd in, the colors of Hayford did little for the boy’s otherwise good looks. You catch the eye of the high table far down the hall, and see Lord Jon Arryn speaking with Ser Grover Grafton, the announcing of your name calling them both to attention. A page comes to you in colors of House Grafton and invites you along. And you follow, a rather prestigious seat in truth, a few rows down from the high table you were visible, but not in an expected way.

Ser Grover however meets you before you seat, around him you see the radiant beauty of Lady Giselle, her blonde hair allowed free, falling to soft curls about her body, her eyes catch with your own and she turns scarlet again, pressing fingers to lips in hopes of stifling a girlish giggle. You attention is called back to the Knight before you that glowers with no sense of restraint.

“Lord Malroy.”

“Ser Grafton.”
“I had not thought to meet you again, but Lord Arryn insisted,” he grumbles out and casted an eye to the Hand of the King, “However I will not sit idly by as you grope my size like some common whore and sully her honor. If you wish to sit with us I will have your word you will conduct yourself like a Lord, is this clear?”

Well? Is it?
>Give your word
>Refuse

>>43078600
Oh good, I thought that was just me. Many curses were had. I want to finish King's Landing tonight.

>>43078663
>>Give your word
He never said for her to not grope us

>>43078663
>>Give your word

>>43078663
>Give your word

However. Do compliment the girl.

>>43078663
>Refuse
just because

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>>43078663
>“However I will not sit idly by as you grope my size like some common whore

>>43078663

>grope my size

Come now, this arrow only flies straight.

>>43078728
Politely. I honestly am starting to suspect she's smitten enough that she'd interpret anything in the best possible light.

>>43078687
Damn it /tg/.

>>43078738
DAMN IT /TG/.

>>43078744
>>43078748

My typos are the best parts of my posts. Fuck proofreading, I have groping to do.

>>43078663
Woah woah woah man, I'm not going to get anywhere near what I would do with a common whore in public. I'd be kicked out before I even worked my way up to classy whore groping.

>>43078663
>Refuse
Because fuck you, I asked her she could've said no.

>>43078810
Women? Agency? What are you some sort of dornishman?

>>43078663
Give word

>>43078663
My dear Ser. When have I acted like a Lord? Hmm? Pray tell me I had a mind to relax any tension between us however if your sister did not want any attention she could have refused. Plain as that.

>>43078825
I didn't think of that, in which case I'm a lord I can do what I want.

>>43078663
>Give word

>>43078738
>>43078810
Guys, guys. Don't refuse.

Give your word, as a lord, that you will behave as a lord.

Lords can still get up to some pretty interesting stuff, remember.

>>43078687
>Brynden steals her maidenhead

She came on to me!

>>43078945

Its not stealing if its willingly given.

You lips curl into a smile and you incline your head to the side, “You’ve my word Ser Grafton. Upon my honor I shan’t touch a hair upon your sister’s head.”

The Knight attempts to keep himself puffed up but deflates a moment after you agree, apparently he was assuming you would refuse, act like an upstart child. Act like, well act like yourself in similar circumstances. Ser Wilson comes to mind, storming off of his King Crab. It was odd you had yet to see him beyond the trial, if only he had been in the group of threes rather than Ser Preston, if only. Allowing you to pass you come up to the table, and greet the other guests, introducing yourself, Lucas and Racheal and Wesley to them all. Lady Giselle takes your attentions a moment longer and you bow deeply, “I could not think a finer lady to dine with upon final night, Lady Giselle.”

She responds with a smile, attempting to hide her blushing with a fan brushing air upon her soft features. Her dress was not daring as Obella’s was, conservative was the better name, common of those above the Crownlands you thought. Though there was enough V to show a healthy amount of breast, with a light speckling of freckles above them, plain enough on her cream skin. Her dress was more the color of orange flame, than crimson blood, yet it hugged to her in a manner that did her assets well.

>>43079004
Dont think that is how it works.

You take your seat and listen to the King thank the guests for the such a wonderful celebration of his marriage, he gives special honors to Ser Jaime Lannister, the winner of the melee, Ser Barristan Selmy, and in a surprise, yourself. Announced as Lord Brynden Malroy, the winner of the Archery contest, you stand and bow sharply to the King, a Usurper he may be, but you did not forget yourself in high social circles. The applause was polite a few louder than others in respects to where they sat and their opinion of you. He inclines his goblet to you the wine slipping from it, and you can see the drunk in his eyes even from here. And the fire of wroth in his Queen’s beside him and you almost laugh.

Taking seat again you find a fine goblet of wine thrust into hand by a page wearing colors of the stag, the rest being given to your table, a gift he said, from the King in recognition of your prowess. One you took to lip with happiness, glancing to see the look of disdain from Ser Grover across from you, though it did little to slow his own drink.

Lady Giselle sips from her glas slowly, not wishing to appear uncouth and smiles to you again, “A fine wine my Lord, would you happen to know where it is from?” she asks out of nowhere. Her finger traces the lip of the goblet and you guess she does, perhaps fair maiden had a taste for the exquisite.

>Roll 2d6 Knowledge

Rolled 3, 4 = 7 (2d6)

>>43079033

If wrong, play up Essos travels