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>>507934
R'hllor a shit.

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>>507946
Well, since we're set on this path, might as well aim for fire magic.

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“Beseech the Lord of Light for guidance, your Grace!” you recommend. Mannis gives you a strange look before realizing his cover story and turning to Stannis, slapping the table.

“Oi, right! Lord of Light. Ask the flames, Your Grace,” he seconds half-heartedly. "Or something . . ." he mutters into the floor.

Melisandre merely nods while Stannis stares at you two seers with some combination of disgust and begrudging acceptance.

“Ask your god later,” Stannis orders, coming out of his sullen slump. “I have received two more pieces of news. From Dorne. Prince Doran has agreed to the match . . . but he has informed me he will not be sending his eldest son here to Dragonstone. If we wish to solidify the alliance I must send my only heir to Sunspear. Worse, Doran has already agreed to match his youngest son to Myrcella, despite my warnings that she is a bastard born of Lannister incest. He seeks marry his sons to both sides and remain neutral in this conflict.”

“Prince Doran is well known for his craven behaviors,” Maester Cressen admits, crestfallen. “We . . . I should have seen this coming. But, all hope is not lost. I have received word from the chief gaoler of the Red Keep himself – a loyal man, true to your cause, Your Grace. Myrcella boards a ship on the morrow – The Imp or the Queen hoping the significance of the new year will guarantee her safe passage, no doubt. The Queen Cersei seeks to transport Princess Myrcella to Sunspear, safeguarded by four other ships in the Royal Fleet still loyal to King Joffrey.”

Stannis looks to Maester Cressen with narrowed eyes. “You believe we should intercept?”

“Of course, your Grace. With the crown princess as a hostage we will have leverage.”

>No point, let the girl go
>I agree with the Maester's plan
>Something else? (write-in)

>>507954
Agree with the plan, except don't hold her hostage, just hold her long enough to be talked to and have the situation explained to her.

Then let her on her way.

>>507954
>I agree with the Maester's plan
When in war, seize every advantage

>>507954
Agree and keep her hostage unlike the dumb cuck anon above me said. It'll prevent Cersei from doing crazy shit f she knows her daughter's life is in danger

>>507954
>>I agree with the Maester's plan
In war you don't play around with your cock, you ram it in.

>>507954
>seek out Oberyn
>appeal to his desire for revenge

>>507977
I meant to say that if we capture and destroy the convoy, then personally drop her off to Sunspear then we can show our power but also our willingness to be kind to the Martells.

>>507989
#notaproxyfag yadda yadda

>>507977
On the contrary.
It will make Cersei batshit crazy.
Tyrion will send Myrcella and Tommen without asking.

Myrcella gets captured and shit's gonna hit the fan.

>>507990
Nah, I prefer sacrificing her to the Red God just for luls, and watch Cersei self destruct

>>507990
Hah! Let me tell you how this is gonna work.
If we get Myrcella, we are gonna head off to Tyrells.

Why? Because Lannisters have Loras.
Give them Myrcella and they will not have to worry about loras getting killed and you can wipe off a good chunk of the Crown's debt that way.

Cersei will not refuse a prisoner exchange like that.

>>508005
if anything Will should "intercept" her and marry her himself desu

Is Myrcella considered king's blood? Yeah she's Jaime's girl but does it matter, why does being crowned make your blood more powerful. If it counts then well you know what will happen

>>508015
>desu
clearly I meant t b h. Fucking hiroshimoot

>>508014
In addition, Lannisters will lose an ally and the Martells will be amazed of our effectiveness.

>>507954
>I agree with the Maester's plan

>>508019
Well, she is related to the former king of westerlands I believe?
Stannis will however not agree to it.

He would not use a child as a blood doll or have one burned alive.

>>508050
>have one burned alive.
That's not what D&D told me. :^)

>>507962
Agree but let her go


>>507976
>>507977
>>507985
>>508031

Agree

>>507989
Contact Oberyn


Writing!

>>508050
In the books Stannis was ready to burn Edric (Bobby B's bastard), a 10 year old boy. He won't give a shit really unless it's his own daughter

Y'all know this is likly an ambush or wlyd fire boat...I mean it may not be, but you know there's a good chance of it

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“I agree with the Maester's plan,” you nod your head, concurring.

Stannis brings a hand up to his chin as he ponders his next move. “Well, considering the boy doesn't have a single decent naval commander in the entirety of his cesspit of a city, I doubt we'll be facing anything too fearsome. An escort of five ships should be easily quashed by merely three times their number under a fierce, tested naval captain. I could send the Myrish sellsails – Get my money's worth for their services. Their Admiral has fought oft in the disputed lands of the Free Cities. I've yet to pay Salladhor Saan and his Lyseni pirates. Allowing him to plunder whatever he can from those ships may assuage his desire for payment for some time. And he was recommended by Ser Davos so I trust his skills. Or I could send my onion knight's eldest. Dale Seaworth commands the Wraith and with fourteen ships from the royal fleet under his command I believe he'll easily bring me the girl. Thoughts?” he asks after a pause, looking to Mannis.

>Choose the Myrish
>Go with Salldor Saan
>Go with Davos's son
>Something else? (write-in)

>>508153
>choose the Myrish

>>508153
>Go with Salldor Saan
He's okay, let him loot the ships, just bring Myrcella intact

>Go with Davos's son
You gotta pick the most loyal option when Cersei is willing to pay whatever is needed for the safe return of her kids.

Unless our plan is treachery.

>>508153
go with salldor saan.

Also get the myrish to hit Crakehall and plunder it.

>>508174
Also, if Davos' son succeeds, that makes him a warhero and gives Stannis an excuse to award him some lands.

>>508153
>Go with Davos's son

>>508161
Myrish

>>508166
>>508182
>>508195

Salladhor

>>508174
>>508202

Dale Seaworth

Salladhor it is.

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“Send the Lyseni. Salladhor Saan will be grateful for the chance to plunder, your Grace.”

Mannis nods his head and points in your direction. “I agree. Plus, I suspect it may be a trap. So if we're making a blue right now we won't lose any of your loyal troops. Just pirates.”

Stannis nods. “I'll have a herald inform the 'Prince of the Narrow Sea' of his task. Now, with that business concluded, I believe it is time we . . . besought guidance from the Lord of Light.”

Maester Cressen frowns. “Please, your Grace. Let us not indulge in such nonsense –”

“Maester Pylos!” Stannis booms, causing the younger maester to bolt upright. “Escort Maester Cressen to his chambers. If he believes this nonsense and wishes to be elsewhere, then his presence is no longer necessary.”

Cressen looks upon Stannis with a visage of sorrow as Pylos gently lifts the elderly man up by the elbow. The replacement maester mutters words to soothe the man as the two scholars make their exit.

With only yourself, Mannis and Melisandre left – other than a few loyal guards – Stannis stands and proceeds to the brazier in the back of the temporary council room.

The three of you follow after Stannis, your feet clacking along the stone floor of the chamber.

Stannis stops a good fifteen feet away from the sconce of fire while Melisandre approaches right up to the edge, heat from the pitch-drenched torch practically licking at her face and hair. Yet she shows no sign of discomfort nor does her hair become singed or blackened.

Mannis stands a bit farther back than yourself. You approach as close as you dare – perhaps five feet. You wish to see whatever visions of the future Melisandre conjures with your own eyes.

Her crimson irises search the flames for a sign. After a few moments of silence pierced solely by the crackling of the fire consuming its fuel, the Red Witch reaches into a bag at her waist. A few unintelligible mutterings in a language you can't understand escape her full, cherry lips. A chant of power – to draw forth her faith and enact the magic her God allows her to conjure. A smile graces your own lips. R'hllor is about to grant you all a vision.

As her chant ceases, Lady Red casts a few motes of some blueish powder into the sconce.

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The reaction is immediate.

The brazier practically explodes into a raging,pillar of fire – a torrent of flames bathing and burning the ceiling in hellfire. The BOOM of the detonation startles you all and you find yourself stumbling backwards.

Stannis refuses to move. An unbending, living statue.

The pillar of flame dances back and forth, shaking and shimmying like a man gone mad.

Your eyes drift from the maddening movements of R'hllor's will to Melisandre. Even she has taken a step back in retreat. Her countenance is one of alarmed confusion – a crack in her eminent front of mystery she usually portrays. It seems to take all her courage and faith not to bolt from the spot.

The fiery gestures grab your attention once more as the pillar splits into three separate prongs – almost like a trident. Before your eyes have time to adjust to the new form, each prong begins to alter and contour itself into a shape. Your gaze shifts rapidly between each one to notice if there is any difference between the sections of fire – but all three seem to project and form the same facsimile.

Three Dragons etched in flame.

“Crikey . . .” Mannis mutters from behind.

And then just like that the flame is snuffed out. The images of the dragons dissipate and the fires recedes back into the coals of the brazier, the edges of the metallic casing partially melted from the intensity of the recent blazing inferno.

It is dark now in the Chamber of the Painted Table. No one dares make a peep.

>Roll me 1d100 + 5, best of 3. This is a willpower check.

Rolled 75 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>508499

Rolled 1 + 5 (1d001 + 5)

>>508499

Rolled 52 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>508499
nat 1 here we go

Rolled 76 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>508499

Writing!

Rolled 36 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>508499
Testing the dice

You manage to keep your wits about you and feel yourself dropping out of the reverie of reverence or the inspired fear and awe of R'hllor's grandeur and power.

You can speak and offer your interpretation, if you wish.

>I'm not the only one who saw that, right?
>So remember those dragons I told you about Stannis?
>What interpretation do you have of the visions? (write-in)
>Something else? (write-in) (write-in)

>>508536
>>So remember those dragons I told you about Stannis?

>>508536
>So remember those dragons I told you about Stannis?

>>508536
>>So remember those dragons I told you about Stannis?

>>508536
>So remember those dragons I told you about Stannis?

>>508536
>What interpretation do you have of the visions? (write-in)
Wellllll OBVIOUSLY it must mean Dany, Jon, and Aegon.

>>508536
>I'm not the only one who saw that, right?
>So remember those dragons I told you about Stannis?

>>508558
I'll back this

>>508558
dis too

>>508536
>Something else? (write-in) (write-in)
"So why am I worshipping a deity that's telling me things I already know?"

>>508558
Also, the three dragons hatched.
Basically from here on out, we're gonna get magic returning to the world.

>>507954
Agree.

Whether we ransom her, bargain using her, leech her or burn her for keks this is an incredible opportunity.

>>508536
>Something else? (write-in) (write-in)
I'm pretty sure this is referring to a lot of things because it's pleasantly vague.
1st. The Dragons have hatched.
2nd. Aegon Targaryen was gonna begin his invasion the next year on normal schedule.
3rd. Wants you to know there's two other Targs than him running around.

It should probably be mentioned also that the Winter's gonna start next year, so be prepared for that shit.
Really just stuff we already knew about ages ago.
Not impressed by the red god here.

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>>508691
2slow.

>>508536
Remember them dragons

>>508707
Also tell Red God to get on our level because we knew this shit before he did.

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“So remember those dragon eggs I told you about, King Stannis?”

He looks to you and nods his answer mutely.

You shrug. “I believe Daenerys Targaryen has hatched them, your Grace. I also believe the three dragons in the flames might represent three important Targaryens. Daenerys Stormborn, who is gathering forces in the east. Aegon Targaryen the sixth, who gathers an army of sellswords in the Free Cities.”

Stannis squints. “Aegon Targaryen was killed by Tywin Lannister's bannermen.”

You sigh out. “It might not be the real Aegon Targaryen . . but Varys claims he switched the real baby Aegon with another during the sack of King's Landing. And whether this is a lie or not – a boy believing himself the son of Rhaegar Targaryen seeks to claim the Iron Throne.”

“Hmm,” Stannis utters simply as if that could possibly encapsulate the wealth of information you've just bequeathed to him. “And who do you believe is the third 'dragon'?” he asks.

“Jon Snow,” you inform him. “Eddard Stark's bastard is actually the second son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. I believe they were secretly married and thus Jon Targaryen has a claim to the Iron Throne.”

“He's a man of the Night's Watch now, isn't he?” Stannis inquires, pondering such a bold claim. You shake your head yes. “Then he shouldn't be an issue. The other two are too far from my grasp to deal with. If I win this war quickly the boy can be rebuffed and the girl . . .” Stannis sighs out. “We'll think of how to deal with dragons later. If they've just been birthed I'll have perhaps a year or two before they're too big to handle. Unless . . .” he trails off, some idea seizing him.

Stannis turns to you, eyeing your form quite . . . intensely. “Unless that is why the Lord of Light has brought you to me. To nip this future threat in the bud. You've given me your forewarning counsels about this war and if all goes according to plan – with the allies at our backs – I'll be sitting upon the Iron Throne before the end of this year. Perhaps you'd be of better use to me handling this girl to the East.”

>That is a wonderful plan, Your Grace
>I don't think that's a great idea, Your Grace
>Something else? (write-in)

>>508809
>That is a wonderful plan, Your Grace
Dis gunna b gud.

>>508809
>>That is a wonderful plan, Your Grace

>>508809
>That is a wonderful plan, Your Grace

>>508809
"Nigga you crazy but it's a good idea."
>vote to agree with stannis

>>508809
Sure trick, railroad velo into playing with Danny while the stereotypical Australian handles Stannis. With Mira with the lions and Mills running round randomly beserking we will ensure that westeros knows no peace. But at least the snowmen will get wrecked.

>>508809
>I don't think that's a great idea, Your Grace

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>>508839
>offer a vote
>accused of railroading

>>508809
>that is a wonderful plan your Grace

>>508809
>>Something else? (write-in)
First things first.
She is lucky. Stupidly lucky. Insanely lucky.
Secondly, she has fanatical followers.
Third, I've no skills in assassination and your brother sent NUMEROUS assassins after her.
Fourth, if the wall does not hold, the options literally are to either burn the undead armies to cinder with dragons or migrate the entire population of Westeros out to Essos and hope the Others don't know how to sail ships.

>>508857
It'll be finnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnne~

A-a-a-alright!

T-t-that's the option you picked!

H-h-here we go!

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Ok, if we gonna do this, we gonna need a wildfire jar a box a stick and some string.

If she's anything like her father, this should catch her.

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>>508881
>It's a stuttering post episode

Why the FUCK are you so autistic?

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“That is a wonderful plan, Your Grace,” you inform King Stannis. He nods.

“Good,” he confirms. “Then tomorrow you, Mannis and whoever you have in your retinue will board the Wraith with an escort of a dozen ships from the royal fleet. They'll escort you as far as Pentos before returning to me. I'll need every possible ship to win this war. You will be provided with 500 gold dragons up front to pay for whatever is required to ensure the success of your mission. Upon your successful return there will be a lordship waiting for you. If I am King.”

“And what entails success, Your Grace?” you probe. “Is this an assassination?”

Stannis shrugs. “If that's what is required. I do not want my failures during the rebellion to catch up to me right when the Iron Throne is in my grasp. Kill her, make peace with her, kill her dragons, bring me her dragons, ally with her – Hell, you can promise her a match with my younger brother if that is what's needed to pacify her. I can defeat an army in the field. A navy on the ocean. I could sink every Dothraki screamer her husband possesses here in the Narrow Sea. What I CAN'T do is kill a full-grown dragon. Bring proof to me they're no longer a threat to be feared and there will be a place for you at my court.”

“Convert her to the Lord of Light,” Melisandre offers. “Inform her that King Stannis Baratheon is Azor Ahai reborn. Do this and the dragons will be ours.”

You breathe out. Wew. Alright. Sounds . . . vaguely doable.

>Mannis should remain with you
>Mannis will be a good addition to this mission

AND

>Purchase something in preparation for leaving (Write-in)

AND

>Any change you want to make to the plan? (what?)

>>508929
>Mannis will be a good addition to this mission


>Purchase something in preparation for leaving (Write-in)
SKILL BOOKS NIGGAS
>sailing
>more alchemy
>siege engines
>strategy
>maester inventions
>cartography
>boat engineering
>finance

>>508929
>>Mannis should remain with you
She grew up with stories of the usurper stealing away the Targ birthright, she is not going to ally with Stannis.

>>508929
>Purchase something in preparation for leaving (Write-in)
Book on Dragonlore.
>Any change you want to make to the plan? (what?)
Show your middlefinger to Melisandre before leaving.

>>508929
I'd also like to add

>search for speakers of essosi languages in Dragonstone
>bit of a long shot but maybe there's some merk who speaks Dothraki somewhere on this rock

>>508929
>Mannis should remain with you
We all know that Melisandre sucks at interperting visions on her own.

>>508929
>>Mannis should remain with you


>Purchase something in preparation for leaving (Write-in)
SKILL BOOKS NIGGAS
>sailing
>more alchemy
>siege engines
>strategy
>maester inventions
>cartography
>boat engineering
>finance
>search for speakers of essosi languages in Dragonstone
>bit of a long shot but maybe there's some merk who speaks Dothraki somewhere on this rock

>>508939
You know what's up.

>>508940
To be fair the person who told those stories tried to stab her child while it was in her womb and got molten gold poured on his face by her husband.

If mannis stays Meli will get rid of him

>>508929
>Mannis should remain with you

>Purchase Alchemy books and ingredients for wildfire

>Plan should involve fucking Daeny up with wildfire

Rolled 2, 2, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2 = 14 (9d2)

>>508939
Bring mannis

>>508940
>>508946
>>508949
>>508970

Have mannis stay

Mannis stays behind.

Rolling 9d2.

Every 1 means no dice.

Every 2 means you can find and purchase it.

>>508974
Trick if you railroad us to serving Dany I'll fucking kill you

>>508994
We could do lots of things with Dany, Bard our way to her, Wildfire her, use our spear, use the other spear, straight up kill her, or get her to stop her dream of attacking.
Just pick the option that we don't serve her.

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“Mannis should remain with you. You may require and adviser with our knowledge or foresight, your Grace,” you point out.

“Alright,” Stannis acquiesces. “Mannis will remain here at Dragonstone. Go see Maester Cressen. He'll dole out your initial payment.

. . .

You do much more than receive gold dragons from the good Maester. You request to purchase some of the tomes of knowledge from his collection for you to examine on your journey and he agrees to let you purchase four of them.

After perusing the sources of information, you pick out books about sailing, alchemy, siege engines and strategy.

. . .
You search throughout Dragonstone for a man who can speak Dothraki. As luck would have it, you find that Captain Semar himself can speak the tongue. Although he is a bit reticent to help you since the last time he provided you aid his ship got impounded and his crew shanghai'd. He promises to accompany you and be your translator for any interactions with the Dothraki on your journey – but on the condition that he receives a ship as good if not better than the one Stannis 'stole' from him.

>Accept
>Decline

>>509031
How much would this ship cost exactly?

>>509031
>>Decline
Unless that ship is within 100-200g margin, no deal.

>>509031
>middle ground
>get a ship
>convince him to become ''our'' captain

>>509031
>Decline

>>509039
let's put our diplomacy stats to good use lads

I'm done for the night, probably won't be running until much later tomorrow.

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>>509043

>>509031
>Agree
>Convince him to become our captain.

Rolled 51 (1d100)

Does the Bastard of Bracken die?

>>509075
Literally who?

>>509414
literally ctrl t google 1st result

>>509037
>>509040

decline

>>509039
>>509046

Yes, but convince him to work for you from now on.

busy doing stuff so break this stalemate

>>509031
>Accept
add someone to the kill list and be done with it.

>>510299
>Yes, but convince him to work for you from now on.
Still keeping the same vote

>>510299
I want to know exactly how much money we'd be talking about here when it comes to his ship.

>>510305
>add someone to the kill list and be done with it.
whuh?

>>510365
aka say you're gonna do it but once you have to do it send a whore as an assassin.

>>510373
why not send an assassin as an assassin?

>>510365
Trick, can you tell us exactly how much is he asking in terms of gold?
Like exactly how much would a ship like that be worth?

100 gold? 50 gold?

Cus seriously, I'm ok with promising like 50 gold as payment when the job is done.

However if he's expecting us to buy him a brand new 4000g ship with all accessories just for translation aid, he can just go fuck himself.

>>510385
the cover would be blown while getting a whore provide a good advantage.
Can't get blown and blow other people's cover.
Also nobody expect to get stabbed with a poisoned knife in the anus while getting a bj.

>>510388
95.4 gold dragons.

But slightly less.

around 80 gold dragons if you're buying him purely a ship of equal value.

>>510404
That a little amount, also we got that 500g from Stannis, and lots of people want a boat for ourselves, so we could get a grand boat and he could be the captain of, while he follow our orders.
Or we can get a captain in Essos.

>>510404
Oh yea, we can afford that sure, accept the deal.

>>510404
Decline, Daeny is going to Qarth soon anyway barring unforseen interference

Here's my reasons for accepting.
We're gonna be dropped off in Pentos.
From there we need to get our own boat and in order to use that boat, we need a captain.

Preferably a captain that has a vested interest in setting up a mutiny against us because if he does, he'll never get his old ship back.

If we pick just some random dude in a place where we know absolutely no one, we'll be stuck in a situation where we may risk ending up with a crew that will just steal our ship.

>>510531
>Preferably a captain that has a vested interest in NOT setting up a mutiny against us.
Fixed

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You agree to the salty sea captain's terms. However, solely on the condition that he works for you as your personal ship Captain. Semar agrees readily to your terms and promises you honest, loyal service as long as the coin keeps flowing like the Narrow sea.

He joins your retinue of assistants – to whom you all explain the situation of your voyage.

Bronn laughs. Raina grimaces and Chiggen shrugs.

“I'd say they'll write songs about us,” Bronn comments. “But I suppose you'll be doing the songmaking, m'lord,” he honors you sarcastically.

. . .

The very next day – the first day of the new year – you and your entourage board the Wraith and spy your royal escort – headed by Stannis's own flagship. Seems he's really putting a lot of stock in giving you a good chance to succeed, if he's throwing his best ship at accompanying you to Pentos. From a distance you spy Salladhor Saan's Lyseni, pirate fleet sailing in the opposite direction to intercept Myrcella Baratheon. You frown slightly, at the fate that most likely awaits the innocent child. You doubt she'll survive the war. Hopefully she will be burned if she must die - to purify her.

Many will be dead by the time your return, you suppose. But hopefully you'll bring . . . salvation to the continent? Three dragons guarding the Wall could be exactly what you need. Or maybe you'll have to slay them. At this juncture it is hard to tell what your plans are. Everything might have changed if one lucky, plucky anon has had his hands in Daenerys's journey. Your plans to tackle the East side of this narrative will have to wait until you reach Pentos. You require context.

>How do you spend your five day trip? (write-in)

>>510773
furiously masturbating

>>510773
Draw factory floor designs (so that we might mass produce stuff) and a basic school curriculum so that you can build a school system when possible, and maybe bring education to the poor of Planetos.

>>510773
Study and and train with our spear. Catch up with our friends.

>>510773
Be a dumb zealot for R'hllor and worship ever day. Make everyone do it.

>>510773
>Spear training

>>510773
Spear Training with Bronn.
Learn Dothraki from the Captain.

>>510805
Seconding

>>510782
Seconding

>>510805
this

>>510796
Normally I'd be aboard on the idea of increasing tech level.
However, combat on this journey is a very real possibility.

>>510782
This too

>>510782
>>510840
>>510816

Masturbation

>>510805
>>510813
>>510817

Worshipping R'hllor

>>510796

Design plans for the future

>>510801
>>510807
>>510809

Spear Training

So masturbation and being a dumb worshiping zealot are more character defining than actions, so sure. You do that.

You also train with your spear.

>>510870
Spear training is an euphenism for masturbation.

>>510875
Oh alright then.

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Before you board the ship, Melisandre finds you at the docks and requests a private audience. Following her into an alleyway hidden in the early dawn of the misty morning, nervous anticipation flows through you. Your manhood stirs at the prospect of a quick fuck with the Red Witch as a sendoff to your brave and perilous journey.

Instead however, she simply passes to you an outfit of red, silken robes – much like her own. She explains that there are subtle differences in the stitching and markers to signify you are merely an acolyte as opposed to an officially ordained Red priest – but it is similar enough for laymen to mistake your authority. And any red priest in the know will value your dedication to the faith of R'hllor regardless. She made the set herself – fit to your masculine proportions. So that was the reason she kept grabbing and feeling your shoulders from time to time. Damnit, you were sure there was some sexual tension brewing between the two of you. Seems it was naught by a seamstress preparing a fitted garment.

Well, regardless – you thank her for your gift and vow to make her proud with the religious guidance she has granted you. Melisandre requests once more that you convert Daenerys to the Lord of Light. Her dragons are apparently a gift from his Heart of Fire.

“In fact,” Melisandre begins, as if she is prepared to ominously reveal some secret suspicion of hers. But indecision and silence follow, only for her to end your meeting with a simple, “Never mind,” and a shake of her head.

Huh. Whatever her errant thought was it seems she has dismissed it.

You board the ship, realizing you are horny as shit and blueballed as fuck. You're surrounded by nothing but hardened seamen and Raina. And you're done with Raina – lest your possessive nature gets the better of you again.

Looks like it's time to 'raise the mast' if you know what you mean. Which you do! Thankfully, R'hllor has no tenets chastising the act of self love. Score one for the Fire God. You will be sure to praise him often and loudly on the voyage to cum.

Rolled 11, 83, 51 = 145 (3d100)

Rolled 18, 99, 37 = 154 (3d0000100)

>>511153

Rolled 1 (1d001)

Rolling to see if we meet pirates.

Rolled 1 (1d0000000000000000000001)

>>511221
You are like baby.

Watch this.

Rolled 65, 98, 81 = 244 (3d0000100)

>>511153

Rolled 40, 15, 55 = 110 (3d100)

Rolling for eternal faith to R'hllor

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“ENEMY SHIPS APPROACHING OFF THE PORT BOW!” Ser Jacelyn Bywater commands from the fore of Queen Cersei in an authoritative tone that . . . alright, you admit it sends a bit of a tingle down your spine – but that's not important! You rush to the prow and lean over the railings to observe your oncoming assailants.

They don't . . . look like they're part of Stannis's fleet.

“Lyseni,” the helmsman informs you, as he notices your panicked observations. “The Prince of the Narrow Sea himself – Salladhor Saan. Stannis Baratheon must have hired his whole fleet. Damn!” He curses with sudden scorn. “They outnumber us six to one.”

Your fiance stalks up with jingling armor and stomping boots to the helm. He leans towards the hardened sailor. “We need to turn this convoy around.”

The Captain shakes his head vigorously, his salt and pepper haired braids set to whipping round his head. “We turn around now and we're liable to crash into Sharp Point or the Isle of Driftmark.”

Ironhand looks towards the approaching fleet of sellsails and licks his lips nervously. He darts his gaze back to the sailor. “Then what do we do?” he pleads.

The sailor takes a solemn moment to size up the situation before uttering a demented, silly laugh. The hearty laugh of a man good-naturedly facing his own impending doom.

“We fight!”

Jacelyn retreats back a step as the futility of the situation sets in. You're totally fucked. Outplayed and outmaneuvered by a superior force. Your husband-to-be slams his iron fist down into the railing in an outburst of impotent fury.

“Damn! These aren't even the best ships in the fleet!” he laments.

You shrug, slowly and methodically unslinging your crossbow. “They certainly aren't,” you concur coolly.

Ser Jacelyn and the helmsman look back to where you stand, armed and ready. The Captain squints, perhaps wondering if you're bravely facing your death with courage. But your fiance recognizes that look on your face. Where before his visage projected misery – now it is graced with slack-jawed awe.

The White Hart – your tiny fleet's ship at the forefront of the escort – sails forward to do battle.

As the Lyseni close around your scout, you barely make out the form of the one loyal man aboard it rushing towards the aft. He is unarmored – as you had advised him to be.

He dives off the White Hart into the waters of the Gullet. The helmsman – who has pulled out a Myrish fareyes – comments upon observing the man's actions in much better detail.

“Some craven's abandoned his duty. It will be a shallow grave for him.”

You nudge the helmsman's shoulder. “Send a rowboat out to save that man. After you recover.”

“Recover from –”

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BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Ser Jacelyn merely clenches the railing tight as the Captain of Queen Cersei stumbles backwards and falls to the deck of his ship.

You know?

You realize there's something you've been missing about the real world. A real motherfucker of an itch this spectacle has just scratched.

Fireworks!

“By the seven, Mira!” Jacelyn shouts. “Are you mad?!”

“A tad, probably,” you admit out loud.

“Is there wildfire on this ship too?” he demands to know.

You chuckle. Implying. “Of course not.”

You spy five of Salladhor Saan's ships sinking beneath the waves and burning, too far gone. Their whole crews dead ordying. The far off distant sounds of screams reach your ears and pleasantly inform you the pirates are probably shitting their breeches right about now.

Another five of Salladhor's fleet aren't completely ruined, but the crews are too busy trying their damnedest to deal with the sprouting green flames to focus on the fight.

>Send Loyal Man and Lady's Shame forward – Spook em!
>Get close, focus on shooting VIPs
>Something else? (write-in, must be applicable)

>>511836
>Send Loyal Man and Lady's Shame forward – Spook em!

Make them rout out of fear. That's how we'll deal with numbers.

>>511836
>>Something else? (write-in, must be applicable)
Ramming speed.

>>511836
>>Send Loyal Man and Lady's Shame forward – Spook em!

>>511840
>>511848
Both, having one serving as routing them and the other charging forth just in case

>>511836
>Something else? (write-in, must be applicable)
do both

>>511855
>>511848
Do not ram. You'll be dead in the water if anything goes wrong and we are out numbered. Maintain momentum but conserve your forces. You don't have that many.

>>511836
>>Something else? (write-in, must be applicable)
Both

>>511836
>Something else? (write-in, must be applicable)
Ok if White Hart is in decent range of Salladhor Saan's ship have the White Hart close in for Mira to have an chance to assassinate Saan.

>Something else? (write-in, must be applicable)
Perform a summary execution to bolster the men's morale.

>>511840
>>511853

Spooky time.

>>511848
Ramming speed!

>>511857
>>511866

Everybody push up!

>>511855
Ram and spook?

>>511873
the White Hart is fucking gone friendo.

>>512031
McFucking kill a guy

So let me do a new vote.


>Loyal man, Lady's Shame and Queen Cersei all push forward, with Mira aiming for VIPs
>Just Loyal Man and Lady's Shame push forward
>Somebody's getting fucking rammed tonight, boyo (which ship and how many?)

>>512034
>Loyal man, Lady's Shame and Queen Cersei all push forward, with Mira aiming for VIPs

>>512034
>>Loyal man, Lady's Shame and Queen Cersei all push forward, with Mira aiming for VIPs

>>512034
>Loyal man, Lady's Shame and Queen Cersei all push forward, with Mira aiming for VIPs
Bit of a 'all our eggs in one basket' scenario but gotta keep up the shock and awe.

>>512034
Use Lady's Shame to ram Queen Cersei then board her with all ships until she is covered in seamen.

>>512077
pacha.jpeg

Rolled 66 (1d100)

Roll me 2d100, best of 3.

The first roll has a bonus of 70. This is a crossbow check.

The second roll has a bonus of nothing. Because its a luck check.

Also,

>Poisoned crossbow bolts
>Standard crossbow bolts
>Something else? (write-in whatever you want boatserk)

Rolled 2, 47 = 49 (2d100)

>>512099
>Poisoned crossbow bolts

>>512099
>Standard crossbow bolts

Rolled 53, 73 = 126 (2d100)

>>512099
>>Poisoned crossbow bolts

>>512099
>Poisoned crossbow bolts

Rolled 62, 35 = 97 (2d100)

>>512099
Forgot to roll.

Nat 1.

Rolled 91, 58 = 149 (2d100)

>>512099
>Poisoned crossbow bolts

Rolled 81, 78 = 159 (2d100)

>>512099
>standard crossbow bolts

>Something else? (write-in whatever you want boatserk)
Fire our undergarments at Queen Cersei to boost morale of the men.

>>512099
Time for tactical manouvers.
Have the Loyal Man come from behind of Queen Cersei and move all the Seamen on the Deck.
Once the enemy is close enough, we give Queen Cersei a deckful of Seamen while the Loyal Man explodes all over our enemies.

Rolled 33 (1d100)

Ser Jacelyn buddy, try to live.

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“Ser Jacelyn, if you could order Loyal Man, Lady's Shame, and our own trusty Queen Cersei forward: I would appreciate it, my love,” you make sure to finish sweetly.

The Captain has just now stood up and blocks the intensity of the raging green flames with his upper arm.

“What of the Seaflower?” Jacelyn growls between clenched teeth.

You cast your eye back to the golden-hulled war galley – awash in a ghoulish green glow from the prior explosion. Your rear guard.

“Keep your distance,” you simply say. Your fiance fixes you with a tired stare. You shrug once more. You happen to be a big fan of the two nukes strategy. Anyone can have one super weapon. If they call your bluff; demonstrate you have two. They won't risk assuming you lack a third.

“UNRFURL THE SAILS!” Ironhand booms across to your remaining three ships. “MOVE FORWARD!”

Loyal Man and Lady's Shame move forward on your flanks, making sure to skirt the edges of the temporary green portal to hell that shimmers back and forth on the water with the tossing of the waves.

They're father up-water than your own ship and thus approach Salladhor's remaining fleet much faster.

The pirates panic at what they believe to be encroaching green doom – the wailing of their compatriots a preview of their own horrid fate.

One ship to your left banks as hard as possible in a turn that – when combined with the rushing waters of the gullet's narrow passage – causes it to capsize.

You spy another ship to your right that has practically half the crew jumping overboard as Lady's Shame looms near. Better a death at sea than by burning, you suppose. Without a good crew ready to withstand the charge, Lady's Shame's prow goes unchallenged against the soft underbelly of the weaker Lyseni cog. It breaks in two and begins to sink, although Lady's Shame's forward momentum is almost completely blunted.

As you get within range to sink crossbow bolts into the droves of drowning soldiers, a rowboat filled with four men is finally being prepared to find your sole man swimming amongst the waters. You'll try your best not to accidentally shoot him.

You focus first on those seemingly capable of potentially staying afloat. Anyone in actual armor is too busy sinking to the ocean floor to harry your forces. Certain unburdened sailors, however, have enough rage or courage to approach your vessel in an attempt to surmount the slippery hull and climb to enact some sort of half-baked vengeance.

A few bolts aimed at the closest attackers – those with knives in their teeth or powerful looking bodies – are the prime targets. One man even manages to board the rowboat you sent out and earns a bolt straight through the neck for his troubles.

Thankfully for you, reloading is easy with the help of a dutiful fiance who is sorely inaccurate due to a crippling injury.

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One of the burning ships that avoided most of the wildfire blast has a seemingly fearless captain hellbent on retaliation. He orders his men to their positions in an attempt to crash his ship into yours – bring you down with him. Recompense for your cowardly, womanly tactics, no doubt. Thankfully, even with the smoke of burnt flesh wafting in between you and your new target, you successfully land a poisoned bolt in his shoulder. He staggers back from the impact and falls backwards overboard – any chance at keeping his crew focused and together rather than a gaggle of panicked, dying men gone completely. Still, you put a bolt through the man at the steering wheel's eyeball for good fucking measure.

You duck below the railing when the first real threat approaches – a completely unharmed ship. Too far forward among the fleet and too smart to attempt a retreat only to end up dead from your fleet's ministrations anyway. Crossbow fire is exchanged between both deck crews. A few men on your side drop dead, bolts or arrows sprouting from fresh wounds, their armor and golden cloaks stained red with blood.

The boarders are few, but the largest concentration of them target the front of the ship. Sailors fall back to defend the Captain and the wheel. A man with the dark skin of the Summer Isles leaps aboard right beside you. You squeak in terror as you draw your knees into your chest. Before glancing your way, Ser Bywater draws his blade and bellows. “For Joffrey!”

The two men meet with a clash of steel, as the pirate's cutlass faces off against Ironhand's longsword. A series of exchanges end with the pirate making a deep cut across Jacelyn's forehead. Blood drips into his eyes, blinding him. Ironhand responds to the wound with a wild punch of his namesake appendage.

His taller, broader attacker is stunned as the iron fist smacks him in the jaw and sends more blood flying onto the deck. The pause in the melee as Jacelyn backs up to recover gives you just enough time to sink a poisoned crossbow bolt in the black man's unarmored back.

He wails in pain and drops to his knees, a hand groping to pull the bolt out of his flesh. Before the poison of your arrow can cause him to convulse, Bywater ends his suffering with a strike to the neck. The longsword lodges in the large man's thick neck, unable to decapitate. But the squirting, pouring blood indicates the kill was near instantaneous.

You look down the ship and see a lull in the fighting. Your men have triumphed and proceed to counter board the Lyseni attackers.

You rush to Ser Jacelyn's side as he wipes the blood off his face with his cloak.

“Commandeer the ship,” he bellows like a wounded lion feigning strength to keep the hyenas at bay. “No true replacement for the White Hart but it will have to suffice.”

You ignore the sounds of sailors being slaughtered as you peer forward. Your ship seems to keep on trucking straight . . . no fuckin' way.

>>512368
>Attend to Ser Jacelyn's wounds
let's not attack people who are trying to flee and dodge or waste wildfyre.

>>512370
Supporting.

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. . . Holy shit. Is that . . . is that a barrel of wildfire?

You spy a barrel of fucking wildfire. Still intact. A slight crack leaks green fluid into the ocean. And it floats right beside a yet-to-retreat Lyseni ship.

Fucking perfect.

You peek overboard and see a floating plank of still burning ship drift by. You're about to whistle for a nearby sailor's attention when you spot your man swimming through the water.

Osney Kettleblack treads water as he waves up to you. His wet dark hair and hooked nose makes him almost appear like a drowned rat. But he smiles at you triumphantly. He is, without a doubt, the true hero behind this insane fucking plan.

You point towards the broken plank. “Throw me that piece of wood.”

He glances at it then stares at you oddly. “The fuck?” he disrespectfully questions.

“Throw it up here or you don't get a spot on my boat.”

Without a word in protest he picks the board up from underneath, his digits from the side that burns and chucks it over the railing of your ship.

You back up as it clatters upon the deck, a few motes of fire starting to spread across Queen Cersei. The captain screams an obscenity, then orders two deckhands to snuff out the flame as quickly as possible.

That's fine. You dip the tip of your bolt into the substance, pulling it back to spy a burning green crossbow bolt. A split second later a bucket of sand is dumped onto the slowly spreading wildfire, snuffing out the threat you brought aboard.

Better hurry before this ruins the crossbow.

You brace your fiery weapon atop the railing of Queen Cersei's railing and line up your shot.

You breathe out softly, steadying your aim.

. . .

THRUM

The bolt soars through the air, a green farewell to your enemies.

Second verse, same as the first!

BOOM

And another Lyseni ship is blown sky high. You glance around. Three of the retreating Lyseni ships too far on the end of their formation have crashed upon the rocky peninsula of Massey's Hook. Lady's Shame is pitifully stuck in the debris of its sole victim. And Loyal Man is still loyally pursuing the enemies far beyond the range you expected it to travel

That's a little over half their forces taken care of. And the rest are already beating a hasty retreat back to the main fleet at Dragonstone. You sigh out, a little proud of yourself.

>Pursue, try to take another ship captive
>Order the Seastar to launch barrels of Wildfire at the retreating pirates
>Attend to Ser Jacelyn's wounds
>Something else? (write-in)

And I'm pooped. Last update for awhile.

>>512375
>>Attend to Ser Jacelyn's wounds
>>Something else? (write-in)
Claim our Prize or the ship we have captured. Begin interrogation and other such joyous things.

Find out which ship the pirate leader is one. then work on eliminating them.

>Order the Seastar to launch barrels of Wildfire at the retreating pirates
send them home with their tails between their legs.

>>512375
>>Attend to Ser Jacelyn's wounds

>Order the Seastar to launch barrels of Wildfire at the retreating pirates

No point in trying to capture Merc ships.

>>512512
Having trouble sleeping?

Driving someone to an airport?

Explain.

>>512515
cont?

>>512375
All three plus try to kill Sallador

>>512515
Bathroom. Thought I'd check.

>>512375

>Order the Seastar to launch barrels of Wildfire at the retreating pirates

S'not like we can't make more of them. Ships and soldiers are far less replaceable, though, and will do our enemies far more of a disservice.

Gonna confess, I thought for certain this was going to end in unpaid pirates getting theirs through Myrcella-rape.

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>512370
>>512373

Attend to Ser Jacelyn's wounds

>>512400
>>512512

Order Seastar to launch wildfire, attend to wounds

>>512569
ALL THREE BITCH

>>512873
>Order the Seastar to launch barrels of widlfire

Four for attending to wounds
Four for Ser Jacelyn's wounds

Writing for both.

Rolling for the Seastar

>>513675
>Four for attending to wounds
>Four for Ser Jacelyn's wounds
>Writing for both

What did he mean by this?

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You search around until you find Kettleblack, drenched with seawater. He grins at you once more.

“I see you found my back up.”

You narrow your eyes in confusion.

“Threw a barrel of the green shit overboard in case something went wrong and the White Hart didn't go up in smoke. Figured we could shoot it.”

You clasp him upon the shoulder. “You did well. King Joffrey will be sure to knight you for this. Get the Seastar flinging its payload at the retreating mercenaries. And find me a living sailor of Salladhor's crew – as far up the chain of command as possible. Question him. Find out if a blonde-haired, emerald eyed man was accompanying this fleet.”

Osney nods before standing up and shaking his hair out like a wet dog. You give him a dirty look which only elicits laughter from the crude man at causing you discomfort. He strides off to do as you asked.

You find Ser Bywater at the helm of the ship barking orders, trying to keep order and discipline among the crew as Queen Cersei surges towards Lady's Shame.

You gently place a hand upon his shoulder, which he shrugs off violently. He stares back over his shoulder, rage and anger plain on his face. You think if he was any less a believer in the chivalric code of his order, he'd have backhanded you by now. Blood still seeps down from his forehead wound into his eyes.

“My Lord, you're injured,” you explain softly.

He sighs out, before looking to his second. “Humfrey Waters, the ship is yours.”

Jacelyn turns around and grabs you by the upper arm – practically dragging you along with him.

You arrive at his personal cabin and he even musters the ire to 'throw' you inside. You stumble slightly, but don't lose your footing entirely.

“My second in command is dead because of you! Allar Deem along with a hundred good men went up along with the White Hart!”

You shake your head vigorously. “Allar Deem was a traitor and loyal to none but himself.” A literal baby killer in another timeline. “One of Janos Slynt's creatures, along with every gold cloak assigned to that ship. Men bitter at the former Commander's removal who were probably in cahoots with the traitor when he attempted to place Renly upon the throne. Untrustworthy. In one fell swoop all the rot and corruption that has festered for years among the city guards has been purged. Don't believe me? Ask the Hand of the King himself. He'll confirm.”

Bywater opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. Instead his hands find his hips as he stares at the floor of his cabin.

“The Captain of the White Hart –”

“Planned to switch sides and support Stannis Baratheon. Why do you think the ship pushed so far forward? Right into the middle of the enemy fleet's ships without firing or being fired upon. He was surrendering. A turncoat. Or a turnsail or whatever the fuck the word is.”

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“And the crew?” Jacelyn probes, one eyebrow cocked.

You shrug. “They . . . would have been forced to follow their Captain.”

“So you burned them alive,” he states.

“They probably died from the blast. The quickest deaths.”

Ironhand rubs his jaw with his good hand as he paces slightly, listening to your words.

“Still, risking the Crown Princess?! One mistake," he snaps. "And this ship gets drenched in wildfire.”

“Are you speaking of the blonde girl currently in the hold?” you specify.

“ . . . No. Ser Meryn Trant –”

“Is cowering in the belly of this ship, pissing his breeches next to Janos Slynt's daughter.”

“Oh? Is she guilty of treason too?” Jacelyn asks sarcastically.

You scoff and laugh at the same time. “Do you know what happened to Slynt?” His face curdles. He's at least heard the rumors if he hasn't heard the screams. You take a step towards your betrothed. “Do you know what happened to Slynt's sons?” Another step. “The youngest was TEN,” you whisper as you step again, now so close you can feel the heat of his body. “It was either bait or target practice.”

He finally summons the courage to stare you in the eyes. “You should have told me.”

>You're right
>You didn't need to know
>Kiss
>Something else? (write-in)

>>513918
>You didn't need to know

>>513918
>You're right

>>513918
>>You're right
>>You didn't need to know
Your right I should have, but I always try to show you my best, not me at my worst.

>>513937

>>513918
>You didn't need to know
Mira doesn't give a fuck about this guy, let's be honest here. He'll be dead in a thread or two.

>>513949
>>513937
sorry, I meant
>You're right

>>513918
>You're right
"There are going to be more harsh truths in the future though. We live in a bloody time. Be prepared for them if you want me to keep you in the loop."

>>513953
Suck mah dick, I like Jace.

>>513962
You like Jace, but does Mira like Jace?
He is after all a filthy goyim.

Rolled 13 (1d100)

Say a lot of those things, but make sure to suck his dick.

Mira can be the cocksucker too.

Rolled 1 (1d100)

Rolling to ban Thanatos

>>513928
>>513943
>>513953

You didn't need to know

>>513937
>>513943
>>513954
>>513962

You're right

>>513971
Thanatos is the new QM now.

Writing.

I mean Thanatos, start writing. You're right won.

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>>513971
what the fuck

>>513974
okay then.

>gunpowder works
>Mills actually has a fuckload of technical knowledge and just needs to be convinced to use his knowledge to teach others and build stuff.
>Velo has about 10 terrabytes of chemistry and physics and farming knowledge, including surveying without tools.

>Valyrian steel can be made via using human blood instead of water to cool the blade while smelting, along with some Rhllor prayers in valyrian

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Oh yeah. I forgot to say that Velo can only get that information when he finds a trigger for unleashing the stored information.

Children of the Forest can breed but they require the use of human sacrifice.

Faceless Men get their magic powers from their kills. That's why they have to be given assassination quests throughout their training, then they get stronger and stronger, and also more subtle with their magic use.

There are a variety of Anons throughout the far eastern lands doing stuff.

Rolled 10 (1d100)

Rolling to ban Dan

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There are also some rare species of animals in Planetos, one of which is the Black Meel. They live in Dornish water areas.

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>513997
Rolling to ban Tot

Rolled 37 (1d100)

Rolling to ban Aristo

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These are baby White Walkers. They have some magical abilities like being able to tether to people they like to heal them and provide magic skills and faster movement. Also damage reduction.

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>514008
Rolling to ban Tot again

>>514018
No re-rolls

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>514022
Rolling to ban Tot

Rolled 23, 97, 19, 3 = 142 (4d100)

First d100 roll is how much of an Original Velo becomes since he accidentally performed an ancient Vampire making ritual perfectly the other day that Trick didn't mention.

The 2 next d100s are how many earthlings there are.

The last d100 is how many skill points in modern stuff they have.

>>514025
so basically Velo is just a vampire with mild powers.

There are 124 (can't do addition) more earthlings, half of which are in Essos and Easterererer.

They seem to have very little knowledge or skills, so I would assume that a bunch of subhumans from Mississippi have popped up throughout Planetos.

Their skill points are enough to speak, read and write, and one other thing enough to give them some purpose.

CYA ALL

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“You're right, I should have told you of the plot. But this will not be the last nor the harshest thing we will be forced to carry out. The realm is about to become very bloody and you must be prepared if you expect for me to keep you informed.”

A few seconds pass before Jacelyn nods, silently agreeing to your laying out of the truth.

“Now let's deal with that wound,” you move on, patting your fiance upon the shoulder.

. . .

Perhaps a half hour passes by before Humfrey Waters knocks upon the door and enters.

“Report,” Bywater asks simply of his newly-promoted second.

“Lady's Shame has been retrieved with minimal damage to the hull and crew. Loyal Man has yet to return. I believe it may have . . .”

“Defected?” the knight asks, laughing. “Or perhaps the Captain is running scared, fearful of another explosion of wildfire. What of the Seaflower?”

“It was successful in destroying the few ships wounded, but not yet sunk by the previous two explosions. No other kills than that, unfortunately. Salladhor Saan's fleet is too far gone for us to overtake now. Also, the sellsword Kettleblack relays that while there were green-eyed, blonde members of Salladhor's crew – there was no outsider attached to the fleet.”

Damnit. Jacelyn peers at you, aware he is woefully unaware of some major component of this scenario still. “Thank you, Waters. You're dismissed.”

“One last thing, ser,” the subordinate says before fully closing the door. “Sailors of the Seaflower have opined that something is . . . off with the wildfire they were launching. Apparently they had been trained to use it some few weeks earlier.”

Jacelyn furrows his brow, looking back to the man. “Were they defective?”

“No, ser. The individual jars appear to be more . . . potent, than they were a week previous. By their own tested accounts. That is all.”

After the bastard takes his leave, Jacelyn waits for your explanation.

“Look,” you begin. “You . . . don't believe me to simply be a regular handmaid, right?”

“Of course not,” he answers.

“There were many reasons for this scheme . . . but perhaps the greatest motivator was a desire to kill a specific individual.”

“A blonde-haired man with green eyes?”

You nod. “Yes.”

“Why?”

You sight out. “He . . . can see the future. A future. One that . . . due to his own interference. And my own. Has gone . . . slightly off-course.”

“ . . . Huh,” Ser Jacelyn answers. “Are you telling me this man employs magic. As Stannis's witch does, supposedly.”

You nod your head. “Yes. And much like the red priestess he has joined with Stannis. Although his visions are much clearer, if more likely to be inaccurate. I hoped to utilize his visions of the future against him to . . . slay him.”

“And how do you know he possesses these visions?”

“ . . .”

>>514247
It was tattoed on his dick

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Ser Jacelyn merely shuts his eyes and slowly nods to himself as he takes your silence for his answer. A few moments of contemplation pass, as the Queen Cersei is rocked back and forth by the churning waters of the gullet. “So . . . he saw Myrcella being shipped to Dorne and you sought to trick him by making him believe it was actually happening. Even if I were to believe this insanity, why would he come himself? Why put himself in danger?” Jacelyn gesticulates his inquiry with his hands.

“Frankly, he's kind of an idiot,” you admit, shrugging.

Ser Jacelyn chortles. “Not as stupid as you think, it appears.”

This is the second time you've underestimated him, you realize.

“Still,” Jacelyn comments, wiping his face. “We won the battle, at least. Even managed to claim ourselves a prize. What do you think we should rename the Lyseni dromond to?”

“Wellllll,” you draw out as you think. “Considering where the battle occurred and the tactics utilized – it would not be incorrect to say we poured wildfire down our 'gullet'. Remind you of anyone in history?” you ask the leading question, with a playful smirk upon your face.

Ser Jacelyn manages an honest laugh, free of cynicism or darkness. “Alright. Once we get turned around and back to port, I'll put the shipwrights to work.”

Jacelyn looks up to the top of his cabin and utters one last small chuckle. “Brightflame it is.”

. . . . . . . . .

“SEVENTEEN FUCKING SHIPS!” Salladhor shouts at you.

“I know, I know,” you try to placate him, holding your hands out.

“SEVENTEEN. FUCKING. SHIPS!”

“Alright, mate. I understand.”

“Do you? Do you understand how long it takes to acquire seventeen fucking ships? Do you know how much longer it takes to find a crew loyal enough not to steal any of the seventeen fucking ships.”

God, this ratbag's accent is un-fucking-bearable.

“I get it. You lost a lot of ships.”

“I LOST A LOT OF FUCKING SHIPS, YES. Because Stannis Baratheon, king of nothing promised me a princess. Not maniacs wielding wildfire. Half my fleet, half my crew – gone. And I have nothing. I should take what little I have left and leave.”

>We'll get you more ships, Salladhor
>You should leave.
>I hate to say this – but I told you so
>Something else? (write-in)

>>514292
>>We'll get you more ships, Salladhor

>>514292
>just shrug

>>514292
>We'll get you more ships, Salladhor
Looted off the Lannister fleet of course

>>514292
>I hate to say this – but I told you so

I don't think we are in a position to promise anything. Though I am not sure what position we are in. I don't know if we are playing as Will here.

>>514292
>I hate to say this – but I told you so

>>514292
Did big bad Stannis put a knife to your throat and and force you to charge in heading? No, you lost those ships you whiney twit. Stop trying to blame your failings on others.

>>514292
>We'll get you more ships, Salladhor
>I hate to say this – but I told you so

The crown will compensate for the damages, but we all knew it could just as well have been an ambush.

>>514292
>I hate to say this – but I told you so
BECAUSE I FUCKING DID GOD DAMMIT

>Something else? (write-in)
Now your not thinking of leaving really are you? I mean you thew your lot in with Stannis which makes him your only friend in the realm, do you want to cross him also? The man with the largest fleet...

If you want to stay out of this don't run you fool, bide your time. Wait for when you can press your advantage, as this war draws on you'll become more valuable and make much more money. Just stick with what i tell you and you'll make it through this.

>We'll get you more ships, Salladhor
In the meantime i'll see what I can do.

>>514364
I'll back this

>>514364
This

>>514364
I shall back your claim

>>514295
>>514301
>>514333

Get you more ships

>>514302
>>514305
>>514333

Told you so

>>514306
You're a faggot

>>514364
>>514372
>>514385
>>514399

This write in.

That write in wins!

>>514292
Throw some wildfire at him. That'll get him to leave the room.
Then you can have a nap.

>>514452
you know we aint Will right now don't you?

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“Alright, listen mate. I fucking told you you were making a blue. And you jumped in grinning like a shot fox when you thought there was heaps of moolah in it for ya.”

“Now, you swore to uphold Stannis's claim. For some nice compo, I imagine. That wasn't porky now, was it? He's your only cobber left in Westeros. You want to drink with the flies, be my guest. But if you make a bush bash, that's it. Good onya. We're through. But if you don't be a whacker. Don't get sprung from here on out – I promise, when Stannis becomes a tall poppy you'll get a mate's rate on your ships. Heaps of ships – more than seventeen.”

Salladhor fixes you with a hard stare. “ . . . What?”

. . .

As the Wraith approaches the massive high walls of Pentos, you halt your sparring match with Bronn to take in the sights. A majestic, sprawling cityscape greets your eyes. Square brick towers with tiled rooves. Walled estates and manses twinkles in the distance from the docks area your vessel approaches. Breathing in the smell of salt water as you near – squawking gulls provide a musical procession in honor of your arrival at the port city. A windy ocean breeze chills your bones, cooling you from the sweltering heat of summer as Dale Seaworth guides his ship into port.

One of the Free Cities of Essos! Pentos. Ruled by a council of rich magisters with a prince for a figurehead. You've had five days to plan what your first move here would be. And you think you have an idea of how to start your grand quest for Daenerys Targaryen.

>Purchase a ship
>Get into contact with Magister Illyrio
>Gather information about goings on in Pentos
>Fuck it all. Retire here with your oodles of money
>Something else? (write-in)

>>514613
>Ship
>Fuck a horse

I'll be shilling for this and still people don't support it. I mean who doesn't want horse pussy. Will want it, he need it.

>>514613
>Fuck it all. Retire here with your oodles of money
Westeros is for pussies anyway

>>514613
>>Get into contact with Magister Illyrio
>>Gather information about goings on in Pentos
Tell him we're working with the Spider. We know if the Griffon and the Mummers Dragon. Relax we're on side. We just need a little bit of a hand.

>Something else? (write-in)
Once we do we need to get a letter to Jamie DIRECTLY, not through something intercept able. We need to tell Jamie we got out of Stannis's immediate grasp, see we told you we would not sell you out.

>>514613
>>Purchase a ship
Let go buy a ship first. If we're going to be traveling by sea, by ship is the fastest way

>>514617
>>514613
Also supporting fucking a horse

>>514617
A mare of course

>>514617
>>514613
+1 to fucking the female horse

>>514613
>Purchase a ship
>Get into contact with Magister Illyrio
>Gather information about goings on in Pentos

>>514617
>>514623
Add buy a horse for reasons and because I said i'd help.

>Get into contact with Magister Illyrio
>Gather information about goings on in Pentos

>>514662
>>514651
>>514640
Thank you all for the support. I wanted to do this for so long but never got the support so I lurked. Now your making my dream come true.

>>514673
Join the discord if you haven't already
https://discord.gg/c7AzM

>>514613
>>Get into contact with Magister Illyrio
>>Gather information about goings on in Pentos

Taking a break from this quest for a bit.

Next update will probably be tomorrow.

>>514714
Just make sure we get our mare :^)
See you on the flip side

>>514613
>Purchase a ship
>Gather information about goings on in Pentos

>>514617
>>514631
>>514654
>>514961

Purchase a ship

>>514621
Retire

>>514623
>>514654
>>514666
>>514679

Contact Illyrio

>>514623
>>514654
>>514666
>>514679
>>514961

Gather information


Gather information it is.

Roll me 1d100 + 11, best of 3. This is a gather information check!

Rolled 56 + 11 (1d100 + 11)

>>514984

>>514984

Rolled 64 + 11 (1d100 + 11)

>>514984

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Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>514984

>>514990
fugg :DDDDDD

>>514990
Looks like we are putting that silver tongue to work!

>>514986
My first roll on qst and it rolled successfully ... I'm so proud of myself

Also, I'm assuming we spent the journey here alternating between studying our books on sailing, strategy and siege craft, and improving our spearfighting+brawling skills

I think the first thing we should do while we're here is get ouselves invited to stay in some rich magister's manse. We've always said that one of our goals is to live comfortably and make the 8 while we save the world - singing our way into the hearts and minds of the richest locals is the best way to get ourselves a soft bed, good food and info contacts.
>Our singing is off the rails
>Pentoshi are great lovers of song, and generous with those who please them
>And we're rich now but our windfall at that tournament was a once off event, I don't think we'll get another chance like it.

>>514998
It was 5 day journey I believe.

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With all your retinue and equipment gathered upon the docks, you wait with Dale as his ships purchase some scant few supplies and prepare to sail back to Dragonstone. You clasp the young man's hand in a hearty handshake and wish him the best in his endeavors. He wishes you the same and hopes good fortune will abound for you on your journey.

“You'll need it,” he ultimately tells you.

Semar, Bronn, Chiggen and Raina stand with you in solidarity as you watch Seaworth's Wraith fade back behind the misty curtain that hangs over the shoreline of the Narrow Sea.

. . .

Despite the language barrier of the bastardized Valyrian these Pentoshi speak and the Westerosi language you communicate in – the cosmopolitan nature of the docks area provides an environment for a lot of speakers and translators of various languages to have some modicum amount of skill in the communication of information with foreigners.

And boy do you have foreign information to provide. Nothing TOO juicy, but a rundown of the conflict just starting to brew in the Seven Kingdoms is enough pay for most of the local knowledge about what's going on in Pentos.

The most recent piece of news you discover is that Magister Illyrio has recently received a new slave – a formidable and famous pitfighter from Meereen. Strong Belwas is his name and he is a eunuch crisscrossed with a hundred scars from a hundred different battles – all of which he has won.

The next piece of news you learn of takes you by surprise. Apparently there is a reward being offered by the late King Robert Baratheon – promising lands and a lordship to the man who can slay Viserys Targaryen or his sister. And apparently ever since . . . Viserys has been kept under constant guard inside Magister Illyrio's manse. When you probe the Tyroshi sailor to repeat his statement, he does so with astounding accuracy. Apparently Viserys Targaryen is still staying with Illyrio Mopatis.

When you investigate further, it seems that Viserys Targaryen was present for the marriage of Khal Drogo and his sister – but decided to remain in Pentos with Illyrio until the exiled prince received Khal Drogo's pledged warriors. Viserys has since been deep in his cups, cavorting and feasting to his heart's content, screaming and boasting of how soon he will lead a Dothraki army to reclaim his birthright.

Moving on from that major deviation from the novels, you discover a few more interesting nuggets of information.

Apparently a Magister Ordello has been making enemies and waves in Pentos by hosting, feasting and consorting with sellsword captains from around the area – skirting the ban on hiring sellswords enforced by Braavos in the aftermath of the many defeats Pentos has suffered at the hands of its sister city in war.

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And the last piece of news – only standing out to you because of the name – is that a Summer Islander leading a pirate crew has recently begun to make a name for himself among the Stepstones to your south. Since Salladhor Saan's departure for Dragonstone, there has been a slight power gap that required filling and it seems that one Othello is currently attempting to do so. He is reputed to have a violent temper and is prone to emotional outbursts. He styles himself a warrior poet – as opposed to a simple pirate. And rumor has it that last his ships were seen they were sailing north – whether for Braavos or for Pentos - no one knows for sure.

You're certain he's from Earth. Has to be, considering he named himself fucking Othello.

. . . shit.

Is that how dumb you sound when other earthlings hear your name is William Shakespeare? Ugh.

You shake your head.

>Purchase a ship
>Contact Magister Illyrio
>Something else? (write-in)

>>515059
>Purchase a ship