>>1993839
>Go and listen what the Town Crier is saying

>>1993839
>Go and listen what the Town Crier is saying

>>1993839
>Go and listen what the Town Crier is saying

Writing

You horn yourself into the front line of the small crowd of listeners watch as the robed old man read out the news from atop his wooden podium.
"Hear ye! Hear ye! I am declaring today's decrees."

"By decree of Balon Greyjoy the Lord Reaper of Pyke, a formation of a Grand Iron Fleet has been ordered, with each noble house being required to provide at least a single War Galley and each peasant house to provide a single man in service for the fleet to help guarantee the self determination of the Ironborn in these uncertain times."

The crowd didn't look too happy about the notion of having extra duties, some of them gave the crier the stink eye.

"Balon Greyjoy has also decreed the return to Godly ways to the Isles. The ban on taking of Salt Wives and Thralls has been lifted. I repeat, the ban on taking Salt Wives and Thralls has been lifted.
No acts of raiding or piracy against the greenlanders are to be persecuted."

With those words, the annoyance of the crowd was immediately dispelled and replaced with interest, many of the younger lads had a hungry, wolfish grin on their faces.

"Now for some more boring news, by decree of our Lord Manderik Manden, animals found wondering at night outside of their pens will be impounded until such a date as to when their owner sees fit to pay the fine worth of 10 copper stars. Same fine also applies to Maesters and Septons as well."

This rises a hearty chuckle out of the crowd, someone even whistles.

"Alright, settle down, settle down."
"Agatha the Cobbler is looking for a man to fix her cart. Leave a marked rod if you're interested."
With that, the crowd began to disperse as the Crier kept listing local concerns.

>As a reincarnated person, you had the privilege of naming yourself before your father had the chance to do so. What did you decide to call yourself?

>Teach, like Edward Teach, the Blackbeard
>Jack, like Calico Jack Rackham
>John, like Long John Silver
>Other: come up with something yourself

>>1993949
>Jack, like Calico Jack Rackham

>>1993949
>Other: come up with something yourself
Kidd

>>1993949
>Teach, like Edward Teach, the Blackbeard

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rier

>>1993949
>Teach, like Edward Teach, the Blackbeard

>>1993949
>>Teach, like Edward Teach, the Blackbeard

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[1/?]

As the Crowd disperses, two armed men approach, you recognise them to be part of your household, your father's men.
"Hold it there lad."
"Lord Manden summons you."
"What for?"
"Didn't say, didn't ask."
"Most likely either demanding me to ship his goats back from the Grazing rocks again or a sermon about me overstepping my boundaries or something. Lead the way."

Your father's salty sea guards escort you up the hill and through the wooden gates into your family's fortified manse.
Moving through the exterior gates, you notice the servants to be busy with skirting and washing wool from the sheeps of the household whilst the maids are spinning it to yarn.

As you enter into the manse, passing through the dark vestibule, you come to the hall, where public functions were held.
The Lord's Throne was situated in front of the window, making the Lord seem like an imposing silhouette whilst their liege could see the faces of the supplicants clear as day.
The throne itself was an unimpressive thing, it was made from driftwood. Maybe it was meant to give contrast to the quality of man sitting upon it as it was custom to only wear the finery one could take by strength of arms.

You see your brothers, Darron and Harryn watching from the opposite sides of the room, surrounded by their sycophants. They both have a mischievous look on their faces as they watch you approach.

"ENTERING: Teach Manden, son of Lord Captain Manderik Manden"

"My Lord father, you wished to see me."
"I did."
He beckons his attendant who presents him with a book he was holding.
Your father grabs it and tosses it to the ground.
"Explain."
"Those are my notes."
He slowly rises from his chair and makes an exaggerated shrugging motion with his hands.
"Notes he says? YOUR notes? Your FUCKING notes?"
He walks up to you and looks you into the eyes.
"Are you a fucking scholar now, is that it? You want to be a Maester or something?"
Laughter reverberates in the room at his jape.
"No I-"
He rams his fist to your gut with force as you start to speak.
"Simpering Scholar with no fucking guts, can't even own up to his deeds."
"I bet you learned to talk before I could name you just to spite me as well you little shit."
As you're still recovering from the unexpected act of domestic violence, he returns to his seat.
"Now shut up and listen well."
"You are almost 15 years of age, a man grown. In order to make sure that you do not disgrace this family any further, I have decided that you will be banished from my Island until such a date that you wear clothes, sail a ship, eat food, drink wine and take a wife for which you paid the Iron price for."

>>1994052
What an asshole.

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>>1994052
[2/?]

"You have 30 days to leave. If I catch you here after your 15th nameday, I'll drown you myself. My last gift as a father to you is your own ship. I hope you'll at least die a Captain."

At that moment, your brother Darryn began to speak.
"Dear father, don't you think a ship is too good for him? Neither me nor Harryn are Captains yet and to let the third born son to have a ship when your firstborn will have none, it would not be seen as proper."
He looks at his sons with a look of disgust.
"I know that fully well. I did not however expect you to be so brazen as to ask me when I was in the middle of banishing your brother and casting him to the sea."
"My only competent son acts like a Scholar and the two of you act like some fucking petty greenlander nobles."
"Your older brother Harryn will captain the War Galley, Steel Bitch. As for you, you will captain the newly finished longship Magpie."
"I've secured you both a position in the Iron Fleet."

He turns back to you with a stern glance and throws a pouch of silvers on the floor.
"As to you. Pack your shit and get out of my house."
You move to grab the notes your father tossed to the floor before leaving and your father's guards stop you.
"Didn't you fucking hear me? I'll not have my son be a fucking scholar."
He rises up from his throne and tosses your notes to a brazier.
"You'll find your ship waiting at the docks ready to leave. We are done."

The Seaguards grab you by the armpits and drag you out of the room as the hefty doors close in front of you.

Lets sneak into our lord fathers room, kill him, and tell everyone that now we are lord and will man steel bitch

>>1993839
Velo is that you?
You cant fool us

>>1994082
[3/3]
As you were firmly planted on the dirt by the members of your household, one of the attendants comes from the back and hands you over the coin pouch which your father tossed on the floor earlier.
"Inside here you'll find enough coin to hire a crew to get off this island and make it to the greenlands. Please take it."
"Thank you Perry. What of my belongings?"
"Your Lord Father ordered us to pack your belongings and transport them to your new vessel this morning. All that is left for you is to secure a crew."
"How about it then. I've got vacancy."
"I'm afraid my father would not permit it."
"Dads are such shits in this world it seems, take care Perry."

You start walking down the hill via the plank steps in deep thought with a hint of mischief in your mind.
Right then, how to start off. There's still 10 days left off until departure.

>Roll for Awareness: 3d6 DC 6

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>1994166
>▶

Rolled 1, 5, 3 = 9 (3d6)

>>1994166

Rolled 3 (1d6)

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>>1994172
1d6 per person

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>>1994176
oh sorry bout that

Rolled 4 (1d6)

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Here's Perry btw, not that he will be a recurring character, but you know, since this is the highlight of his life I decided he deserves a portrait.

He isn't very good with the lute but he tries hard.

Seriously
Lets kill dad

>>1994189
Then our asshole brother would be in charge, I think our position would be even worse

>>1994193
We tell our pussy ass greenlander wannabe brother that if he doesn't back down well do to him what we did to dad
Then to cement our alphaness we rape his wife and force him to give us the biggest boat

>>1994179
>>1994175
>>1994168
13, Success

You notice that as you left the Manse, you didn't leave alone.
Someone is trailing you. You start leaning in on one of the nearby walls to feign pondering and you recognize him as one of the men belonging to your brother Darryn.

It he was quite easy to spot, as you stopped, he awkwardly went to sit to one of the tables nearby while pretending to not look at you and doing quite a poor job at it.

Question is, what should you do about it.

>Nothing, you've got nothing to hide, for now. Just go see the town crier, have him put a notice up, keep doing boring things until he gets bored and leaves.
>Lead him to a secluded place and dispose of him.
>Head to Devran's workshop, he's a good friend and maybe can probably give you help in dealing with the guy shadowing you.
>Try to see if you can't lose him. He'll probably figure out what's up, but at the same time he obviously is not very good at this.

>>1994222
>>Head to Devran's workshop, he's a good friend and maybe can probably give you help in dealing with the guy shadowing you.

>>1994222
>>Head to Devran's workshop, he's a good friend and maybe can probably give you help in dealing with the guy shadowing you.

>>1994222
>Lead him to a secluded place and dispose of him
Then put his head on our brothers doorstep

>>1994222
>>Head to Devran's workshop, he's a good friend and maybe can probably give you help in dealing with the guy shadowing you.

>>1994213
>>1994189
Just so you know, killing an Ironborn is seen as a sin by the Drowned faith.
Adding to that, you'd also be committing kinslaying and patricide, which makes things really, really hard for you in the Greenlands as well.

>>1994222
>Head to Devran's workshop, he's a good friend and maybe can probably give you help in dealing with the guy shadowing you.

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[1/2]

Pretending not to notice your clumsy tail, you head to Devran's workshop.
The telltale clinking sound could be heard as was immersed on making nails at his forge with a sweaty brow.
"You won't believe the day I had today."
He looks up to acknowledge your existence and grunts.
"I bet it beats making fucking nails all day. Goddamn clinkers."
"Oh, I do have a tale to tell you, but won't you invite me inside for some bread and salt?"
He gives you a quizzical look and smiles.
"Sure, bread and salt for our Lordling."

You two make your way inside his home.
"Alright Teach, what the fuck's going on?"
"Long story short, dad found my notes, burned them and banished me to the sea. I got 10 days to get a crew and one of my brothers sent some clumsy fuck to follow me."

Devran takes a look outside the window as he closes it.
"That the guy with good clean clothes that's trying to look inconspicuous next to a smokehouse?"
"That's him."
"I'll handle it. Grab something to eat while I'll talk to some people."
He disappears out back for a moment and you make some herbal tea on his hearth while waiting.
He returns and opens the window.
"Right, I sent one of the local kids to get the boys."

In few moments you notice couple of sturdy lads come around your oblivious tail.
One of them sits a table next to him.
The other suddenly comes out rushing towards him with a chair.
"YOU LITTLE SHIT! YOU DIDN'T THINK I'D FIND OUT THAT YOU'VE BEEN FUCKING MY GOATS!"
The sitting lad stands up and lines the guy up and dodges out of the way, causing the chairman knock out your tail. He then proceeds to blackjack the chairman and legs it as the guards try to figure out what just happened.
The two collapsed men were deftly dragged to an alley out of the way by some familiar looking faces.
After like 2 minutes, the blackjacked guy walks out of the ally like nothing happened.

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>>1994332
[2/2]
Devran takes a cup of herbal tea and adjusts his position.
"So, now that that's taken care of, about this business with your family."
"My illustrious Lord father found my notes and decided that it would be better that I die as a captain than live as a scholar. He's given me one of his longships and has given me 10 days to get out of dodge."
He takes a sip
"So, what was in those notes?"
"Lots of stuff, but nothing he could have used. I wrote it in cursive cyrillic. Best he got was picture of human anatomy and the blueprints for a Flintlock musket, but no idea of how to actually forge the parts."
"Good. You don't need to worry about getting a crew, the lads like you well enough. There is however, something else I need to discuss with you. I too notice that I'd been tailed."
"One of my brothers?"
"No, your father."
"Did they... discover something?"
"I'm afraid they might have seen me test one of the guns."
"So my father decided to banish me despite knowing I could make guns."
Devran puts a cup down.
"I think what may have happened is that he's worried over war for succession."
"I'm the third born son though."
"You've got the popularity and the ability to negate the advantage held by your father's elite guard. Add to that the rivalry between your brothers and you've got a real shit storm brewing in your hands."
Shit
"Right, what's done is done though. We'll go dig up our cache later, but before that, there's some decisions you gotta make."
"Decisions?"
"What's our heading my Captain? The boys will follow you anywhere."

>Perhaps we could head to Pyke. There's bound to be a raid fleet or two preparing to head out.
>We should head to Harlaw. With all these loot hungry pirates around, the number of ships with trade fleets is bound to decrease. They'll definitely need lads to help increase maximum haulage.
>Write in Idea:

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Oh right, here's a character sheet.

https://pastebin.com/RsQUNkkx

>>1994406
>We should head to Harlaw. With all these loot hungry pirates around, the number of ships with trade fleets is bound to decrease. They'll definitely need lads to help increase maximum haulage.

>>1994406
>We should head to Harlaw. With all these loot hungry pirates around, the number of ships with trade fleets is bound to decrease. They'll definitely need lads to help increase maximum haulage.

>>1994406
>We should head to Harlaw. With all these loot hungry pirates around, the number of ships with trade fleets is bound to decrease. They'll definitely need lads to help increase maximum haulage.

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>Harlaw it is

You've stayed at Devran's place for four days.
He's had his friends go round up hardy lads, second sons and bastards who wanted to seek their fortunes elsewhere while the two of you were busy at work spending all the extra iron in his place into Bayonets for the muskets.

The work was done and the men round up.
It was time to make your move. The band of 20 good men and couple of not so good men had been assembled in front of the smithy in a ragtag band.
"Shut yer holes mates, the Captain speaks."
You took one of empty crates to use as a podium.
"Crewmen, friends, comrades"
"Today, we will seek not only freedom at the sea, but also profit."
"Decrees of our Lord Reaper Balon Greyjoy has left many a crew and their captain hungry for plunder and in this I too see opportunity!"
"Not in raiding no, since there will be a great influx of raiders, what will be left for us? Barren beaches and squabbling with other captains over loot of impoverished weaklings who've been been raided already twice at the same week, that's what!"
"No, instead we will go and fill the void which they've left for us so generously."
"Demand for Freesails willing to help haul the cargo of now diminished tradefleets has never been greater and raiding without proper armor is a great risk for unknown rewards."
The men begin cheering
"TEACH! TEACH! TEACH!"
"However!"
the men quiet down
"However, in order to help safeguard our journey, me and Quartermaster Devran have been working on a special project. Some of you may already have an idea of as to what that may refer to."
"We have forged weapons of great power, ones that will make us feared throughout the seas in the years to come. Weapons which we will teach you to wield for the sake of your crew."
"We shall dig up our muskets and let the enemies of our prosperity hear the thunder of our guns and the rattle of our swords."
"Hear me well, for this day marks the beginning of the days of HIGH ADVENTURE!"
You step down from the podium as your crew applauds you.
Devran steps up.
"Right then, before we head out as your Quartermaster, I'll tell you how this works."
"First of all, these aren't your weapons, the swords are mine and the guns are the Captain's. If you treat the gear I've made like shit, steal it, sell it or lose it, it's either coming off your pay or we figure out something nasty to do to you."
"Second."
He breaks open the barrel.
"Everyone pick a sword, we're going digging and we do not want to be disturbed."

>>1994590
kill yourself boat

>>1994641
no u

>>1994641
rude

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>>1994590
[2/2]

You and your men made your way to the cache where you've buried your muskets and the keg of powder and you got to work.
As you and your crew kept alternating the shifts on digging up your buried treasure, you got to know your crew.
The neverending taxes and the lack of inheritance really got to many of these men.
Taxes for use of mill.
Taxes for use of the bridge.
Taxes for the use of a cart.
Getting flogged if you try to make bread on your own.
Not allowed to sell your goods if you don't pay for market permit.
Pay, pay, pay, pay
Permits and taxes all day long, slaving away for the glory of your brother so that he could afford to wed his daughter while you are still single.

"CAPTAIN! WE FOUND IT!"
"Excellent, EXCELLENT! Devran, let's begin the demonstration. GATHER ROUND MATES! Get the crate and keg up and don't be rough with them."
Devran proceeded to take a helmet he had made earlier, a sturdy looking thing too, and mount it on a stick as you cracked open the crate and picked up your pistol box.
"I am now about to explain to you the mechanism which will allow you to slay any man that you will come across."
"This here is a Gun."
You pull out the powder horn.
"This here is your powder horn."
"You put the hammer in half cock, that means that it clicks once."
"You put a bit of powder on the pan."
"You pour the measured into the barrel by using the measuring tool attached, like this."
"You ram the ball into the barrel..."
"You put hammer in full cock and you go like so."
There was a sizzling noise and slight delay as the spark ignited the powder in the pan before igniting the charge.
*BOOOM*

>Roll for marksmanship: 2d6, DC 6 (-1 for being untrained with pistols)

Rolled 4 (1d6)

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>>1994712
>>1994716
Gud jobbu, you managed to avoid embaressing yourself in front of your men.
Writing

>>1994728
The sound of metal hitting metal reverberated as the lead ball perforated the helmet.
Surprised by the loud noise, your entire crew flinched and the local wildlife went to full panic mode, birds flying from the trees scared shitless by the unknown sound.
"As you see-"
"WHAT?"
"As you see men!"
"WHAT?"
"AS YOU SEE MEN! These gunpowder weapons are capable of penetrating armor, negating the advantage of not having to deal with sudden case of death when hit by a projectile weapon."

Couple of your lads start to inspect the mangled helmet.
"focking hell..."
"Wouldn't want to be the sorry cunt wearing that"

Devran pulls out one of the muskets.
"Right then, we'll all be learning how to operate these weapons. You'll learn how to aim, shoot and reload."
"Now as your Quartermaster, it is my duty to look after your interests. It's time for you lads to know what it means to be part of a crew."
"When we go to lands surrounded by strangers, your crew is the only one who will have your back."
"We'll need to know how to push back if pushed."
He slides in his bayonet
"Therefore, we'll have all of you take a couple of shots with these weapons before we head back to the ship."

>You right now have a single keg of gunpowder which equates to approximately 3600 musket shots worth.
>How many shots would you like to use in order to train your men before you head back to the ship?

>(100 shots worth of practice) We need to conserve the powder. Until we make money, we can't necessarily get the materials to make more. ( Crew marksmanship will be 2d6 )
>( 300 shots worth of practice) Let them each take 10 shots. They need to be able to hit a target. ( Musketry rank up: 2d6 + reroll 1 dice)
>( 600 shots worth of practice) Let them each take 20 shots. That ought to give them a feeling of these new weapons. ( Marksmanship rank up 3d6 )

>>1994844
>( 600 shots worth of practice) Let them each take 20 shots. That ought to give them a feeling of these new weapons. ( Marksmanship rank up 3d6 )

>>1994844
>>( 600 shots worth of practice) Let them each take 20 shots. That ought to give them a feeling of these new weapons. ( Marksmanship rank up 3d6 )

>>1994859
>( 300 shots worth of practice) Let them each take 10 shots. They need to be able to hit a target. ( Musketry rank up: 2d6 + reroll 1 dice)

>>1994707
>( 600 shots worth of practice) Let them each take 20 shots. That ought to give them a feeling of these new weapons. ( Marksmanship rank up 3d6 )

Looks like you're going to have a proper shooting gallery.

If anyone is confused, reroll just allows you to reroll the lower of the two rolls.
It's essentially just a bonus dice that's not added to the result.

Also, it'd be pretty dumb if you didn't train with the crew as well.

Advantage of Pistols is that you can carry several of them, they reload faster and you can conceal them.
Advantage of Muskets is that they are not restricted to close range, you higher penetration to the point that they can fuck up plate armor, but you most likely won't be able to walk around town with them unless you're looking for a fight. They also do more damage.

There's also no reason why you cannot carry both a musket as well as a couple of pistols on your chest to combat.
One is for self defense, one is for offense.

>Train musketry. Gain 1 bonus dice for muskets
>Train pistols. Gain 1 bonus dice for pistols (means you get to roll 3d6 instead of 2d6 since the penalty is gone.)

>>1994973
>Train pistols. Gain 1 bonus dice for pistols (means you get to roll 3d6 instead of 2d6 since the penalty is gone.)

>>1994973
Train pistols

>>1994973
Piss toles

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>>1995039
>>1995002
>>1994987

You decide to let the boys have their fun.
"20 shots per man. I expect you to be able to hit that tree with relative accuracy by the end of this."
As they started to get the hang of it, they started to play around, trying to shoot off the branches.
Some passers kept their head down and tried to make themselves look as small as possible as went past your rowdy bunch of powderdrunk peasants.

The thunder of guns kept sounding for a good couple of hours as you and your men trained with their respective firearms until you were fairly certain that the tree died of lead poisoning or something.
You don't hesitate to say that you're almost as good a shot with your pistols as your men are with their muskets, that is at distances where the ball's path is still predictable.

"Alright lads, fun's over. We'll keep the rest of the powder for when someone tries to fuck with us. Time to haul ass to docks and strut our stuff."
Your trigger happy crew of armed peasants started marching towards the village to finally set sail for Harlaw for easy money. Some of them pointed at random birds and made gun noises as you walked by.

It was quiet.
The streets of the village had been emptied with doors and windows barred shut and your family's manse atop the hill has had it's gates closed with archers manning the walls, looking at your band as they walked into the village.
It was as if everyone had hidden from the coming storm.

>Roll for Cunning: 3d6

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>>1995239

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>>1995239

Alright then, that's a failure.
Is there anything you want to do before you leave for Harlaw?

>>1995261
Nah better leave as soon as possible

>>1995267
7 minutes and I'm taking that.

>>1995267
this

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Your brothers watch from the hill with Myrish lenses as your crew finishes off the departure preparations and looses the ropes from the docks, quietly leaving to the big blue.
Without fuss, violence or victims, the storm had quietly passed through their village with and disappeared into the horizon.
Right, I'm going to end it right here. It's 2 AM and I'll try to continue tomorrow at the same time.

The Cunning test was to figure out whether or not you realized that since there were no guards at the docks, you could have set sail with any ship you wanted, namely, the brand new Longship which belonged to your conniving brother.

Announcements will be in here https://discord.gg/mqmTAu
I'll try to run at 17:00 UTC again tomorrow.

You have until then to
>Decide the name of your ship:

>>1995371
Do we wanna go full Blackbeard and call the ship Queen Anne's Revenge, or is that too much?

>>1995371
>Name the ship
The Long Night

>>1995371
The Bleached Nigress

>>1995371
Boomstick

>>1995371
The Long Night

This quest is very nice.

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[1/?]

The air was a bit colder than usual, but the wind was favorable and under a cloudy sky the Long Night made steady pace towards the green Island of Harlaw parting the waves of the Western Seas with such vigor that oars were not necessary.
Due to the incident prior to the departure from Anchorall, the crew was smiles and chuckles. Lighthearted mood was in the air as your ragtag band of malcontents japed while watching whales pop in and out of water.

This was a route well known and easily traveled. Your father had commanded you to fetch some rootbeer for him from Harlaw more than once in the past. Afterwards he'd get drunk and find something to negative to slur about this children for a couple of hours.

Harlaws are a very prominent family in the Isles, second only to the Greyjoys themselves in wealth, power and influence. They have several fortifications on their home Island. Your destination, Ten Towers is the newest castle in the Isles as was shown by the immaculate condition that it was in. Many castles on the Isles were dark and dreary as their lords were too niggardly to bother maintaining their appearances. Such was not the case with Ten Towers.

New as it was, it was not a particularly advanced design as it suffered the problem which many Westerosi castled suffered from, namely it being excessively large. However, the only entrance to the main castle complex would go through a bottleneck, so it was a functional design even if there was room to slap a couple of gatehouses in on the high bridge and machicolations on the towers.

As your ship made it's way to the Stone Quay, you were greeted by a sight of armed guards. Doubtful that they expect you to try anything, but the Colours of Manderik Manden the Manslayer of the Greyjoy fleet do not exactly command much respect amongst members House Harlaw. Especially when one of their ships decides to show up unannounced at their doorstep.

"Hail Sailors of Manden!"
"Which one of you is the Captain of this vessel?"
Standing up, you declare yourself.
"I am."
He looks at you quizzically.
"Rather young aren't you? What is your name young Captain?"
"My name is Teach Manden, son of Manderik the Manslayer of Manden."
"I'm afraid that unannounced as you are, we cannot exactly take that at face value. Do you perhaps have something that would prove your identity?"
"My father and the Volmarks were good friends. Tobbo, the Chamberlain of Volmarks knows me well and can vouch for me, my Lord father oft sent me to ship goods between our houses. He is a wizened man with braided beard and a brown spot in his left eye."
The dockmaster thinks for a moment.
"I suppose that'll have to do for now. What brings you here?"
"Balon's reforms."
"We're tight enough on men and ships as it is to join any raids. Look somewhere else."
Kaching!

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>>1997959
[2/2]

Invigorated by your predictions, you began to sell yourself like a cheap japanese whore.
"I reckoned you'd be. Which is why we sailed here. No doubt your Steward is having troubles filling out the sudden vacancies caused by the freesails drunk on dreams of plunder, thralls and wives."
He looks at you with more suspicion than before.
"Alright, come on to shore, we'll run this by the Lord, see what he thinks."

Leaving your the Long Night waiting at dock, you and your men walked through the stone docks as your escorts led you indoors to a large stone building at the root of the castle complex. The interior gave almost the sort of feeling of an Airport terminal, space to store people and goods waiting for departure.
"You and your crew will wait here while we clarify things. We'll send someone to bring you something to eat while you wait. I recommend you to not cause any trouble."

After several hours of sitting around nursing bowls of vegetable soup which had pieces of what you suspect to be cod in it, the dockmaster comes back.
"Lord Harlaw wants to speak with you Captain."
As you exit, the stone hall, you're awaited by an escort of horsemen.
"I'm Ser Tobin, sworn sword of House Harlaw. I'm here to see one Captain Teach delivered to the castle safely. We've prepared a horse for you."
"Well met Ser Tobin. By all means, lead the way."
Riding atop the rouncey, you made your way with the escorts up the hill in silence until finally reaching the stone bridge leading to the castle.
"So, Ser Tobin, you fight in the war?"
He gives a dirty look at you.
"I did. End of story."
"Suit yourself."
"End of the line. The Lord's attendants will take it from here."
The guards frisked you for weapons and one of the manservants guides you to the Lord's library where a dark haired man was reading a book surrounded by candlelight.
"Entering, Captain Teach"
He lifts a finger up in the air for a moment as he continues reading for a moment, marks the page and then places the book down.
"Captain Teach. Tell me, what brings you to my doorstep unannounced? I do not think we've been introduced prior to this meeting?"

>How much do you want to tell him?

>>1998070
Tell him we got kicked out of our house and we're looking for work. Lord Harlaw's a cool dude.

>Full disclosure: dad kicked you from home because he feared a battle for succession would emerge and that you'd probably win it too since your brothers are incompetent.

>Official story: dad kicked you from home because he thought his son was turning into a scholar and told you to either die as a captain or live as a reaver.

>Need to know basis: You've got work, I need work. It's simple as that.

>>1998070
Tell him that we were banished for being a scholar like Harlaw himself and that we want to help with trade. Don't mention the guns.

>>1998100
I wouldn't make you mention guns unless you expressly wanted to.

>>1998100
If you try to convince him that you are a scholar, so that'd be a challenging bluff.
If you instead try to tell him that your dad kicked you out because he thought you were a scholar, that wouldn't be a bluff.

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>>1998070
"My Lord father evicted me from Anchorall due to being worried that I had turned into, and I quote 'a simpering scholar'. He burned my notes and told me to either die a captain or come back as a raider and as such, I've come to seek your steward hoping for a freesail contract."
He thinks for a moment, reclines back in his chair and looks into your eyes.
"You understand that my house doesn't follow the Old Way? Your work would be hauling my goods. I doubt your father's opinion of you would increase from you working for a merchant fleet."
"My Lord, if I may be so bold, that is something I would be counting on."

He stands up from his chair.
"Do you play Cyvasse? It is a thinking man's game."
"I'm afraid I do not know the rules."
"Come, I will explain them to you. This is the Trebuchet..."

>Roll D100 to see how you do in Cyvasse

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>1998166

Rolled 2, 1, 1, 4, 3 = 11 (5d6)

DC is here

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>1998166

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>1998166
Best of 3. Right?

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>>1998166
After having the game explained to you, you immediately came to the conclusion that the game is well and truly broken.
"...and with this card, both of us gain extra card draw per turn when they are active."
"Yes, I can understand that, but why do you have three of those?"
"With this card, I disable all active card effects... for me. My lord will still get to draw all those cards."
"Drawing more cards is a good thing though."
"Not according to this rulebook you showed me my lord. Look, here it says that when your deck runs out of cards, My lord must pay a gold token on every card draw, meaning that you'll be paying 4 gold tokens per turn or your chosen will leave the battlefield and desert."
"I'll slay your king before that happens though."
"I place my trap card face down and activate swap secrets, this makes our trap cards switch sides, giving sending my double crossed card to your side."
"That's the card that makes the next minion that is put out of the game and makes it switch sides, right? If your king dies that doesn't matter though. I still win the game at that moment."
"Not if I use body double."
"Body double?"
"My King removes itself from battlefield and replaces himself with a double this turn."
"So wait, you're intentionally making your king leave the field."
"This activates the secret agent card and makes my King appear as one of your allies."
"Then I'll make your king desert when I run out of gold tokens."
"By all means, but the goal of the game is to kill the king. The units that desert aren't listed as killed, so..."
"So basically the entire board will be wiped out as all my units desert due to loss of money."
"Well, if the king is the last unit under your control when your gold hits negative, it says you lose the game."
"You'll also be hitting the negatives as well."
"I don't have a king though?"
"Can you still call it a victory?"
"No, but that's what the rules call one."

He looks at the board for a while and then at you and gives you an mildly annoyed look.
"I do not think I wish to play with you anymore Captain Teach."
"So... uh how about that job?"
"Go see the Steward about it in the morning, he handles the schedules."

Imma pass out, continuing tomorrow... probably.

I should not write when I'm tired, that scene was garbage.

>>1998487
No. You should do it more often. That was fucking hilarious.

>>1998487
hahahaha
>>1998471
GOOD SHIT

>>1998471
>That entire scene
Help, my sides are in orbit around Neptune-!

Let this be a lesson and a warning to the kings of Westeros; realpolitik and the way of thinking only 1500 years of perspective since the fall of Rome can give you are coming and you can't stop it through force of arms or appeals to honour. Use your head, bow it, or have it blown apart by an ounce of lead.

>an AU in which the Ironborn on the first to discover black powder

Jesus christ how fucking horrifying. But utterly interesting. Keep it up OP.

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You returned back to your men waiting at the port terminal and slept on the wooden benches there.
Come morning as was agreed upon, you met with the Steward in his ornate wooden office at the castle town at the root of the fortress.
"I must say, this is highly unusual."
"We live in unusual times wouldn't you say."
He gives you a skeptical look from behind his glasses and sighs.
"I suppose we do have some vacancies, provided your background does in fact check."
"So my identity is still under doubt?"
"Lord Harlaw is rather convinced after your evening together that you are not like your father in the least. Anchorall however is merely a day away and Tobbo is less than that. It is foolish to not confirm you a thief and a liar when it can be done at such a timely schedule. We should be getting more clarification on your situation today as courier was dispatched yesterday."
He spreads out a map and begins to study a ledger he produced from his oaken desk.
"Yes... this would do. We've got a pair of trade galleys under the command of Ser Dustran, shipping goods between Harlaw and the Riverlands. They should be arriving within a week or so, your ship will be placed under command of Ser Dustran as we evaluate your performance."
"And the pay?"
"Profit from the cargo of your vessel will be split 70/30, with 60 shares to Lord Harlaw and 10 shares to Ser Dustran. For now, the duration of the contract will only last this one journey. Ser Dustran has been given the right to renew your contract, should he deem it necessary."
The light from the window shines upon the piece of parchment in the dark room as you go through the terms.

>Sign the Contract ( The boys use the money )
>Do not Sign the contract ( Neet life 5ever )

>>2001924
>Sign the Contract ( The boys use the money )
Might as well, of course check the fine print first

>Sign the Contract ( The boys use the money )

>>2001924
>Sign the Contract ( The boys use the money )

Finally, an asoiaf that i can catch up

>>2001924

>>Sign the Contract ( The boys use the money )

>>2001924
>>Sign the Contract ( The boys use the money )
After reading it.

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You begin to examine the parchment carefully to make sure there's no foul play in terms of hidden clauses.
"Everything alright?"
"Just going through the details. Only a fool would sign a paper without knowing what it says after all."
He nods at you approvingly.
"You'd be surprised how few of our contractors actually can or bothered to read what is in their contract."
You make a mental note of that fact.
"When you say profits in this, am I to expect that there's a certain budget under which my expenses will be covered or..."
"You will be paying for your crew the salaries and provisions from your cut."
"So basically the profit is calculated before taking my expenses into account."
"This is correct. Is that a problem?"
"No, just making sure we both are on the same page. Around how much would the estimated cut stand for?"
"Prices fluctuate, but I'd say around 3000 silver stags maybe?"
"So about 14 Golden Dragons?"
"Should be more than enough to cover a crew of 30 and the Captain's salary."
You scribble your name on the papers.
"And the seal of your house."
Looking at him strangely you reply
"Seals of houses are only held by the highest authority within the house, not by the 3rd born sons."
"That is the correct answer."
He inspects your handwriting, signs and stamps both papers and places one copy in a leather tube.
"Your copy Captain Teach. Pleasure doing business with you."
"Likewise." Cunt

At the Port Terminal, you inform your crew of the recent developments.
"So, we'll be hauling goods for Lord Harlaw's fleet to the greenlands. You told it right Captain, this deal is pretty good for a first timer doing a simple hauling job." Rodner, one of the rowers spoke out.
"That is assuming there's profit for us." you replied
"You're suspecting there won't be?" Devran asked
"Never know with these sort of of contracts. If there's no profit to be made for them at the destination, it's more or less going to be a wasted trip for us."
The crew looked a bit uncertain
"Don't worry, even if the pay is garbage, I can guarantee your salary won't go unpaid. Worst case scenario, I can sell the guns or you know, we rob a wine store at gunpoint. Whatever's our mood at the time."
You got some chuckles at that suggestion.

Good. They're not getting greedy at the first sight of coin. I need to pay around 20 silver per man and 100 for Devran at minimum. This means that we only need around 700 silver to keep the boat floating for another month, provided the ship won't get damaged.

>>2002044
>You've got 7 days to spend before Ser Dustran arrives on the Bountiful Harvest and her sister ship, how do you want to spend it?

>READ NIGGA READ! :You try your best to teach your crew the alphabet
>Try to practice a skill: ( Trying to practice shooting will inevitably lead to the Harlaws knowing that you're packing heat. Do you care? Maybe not. )
>Just go around fishing: Helps get you some money and keeps the lads occupied.
>Try to find some malcontents to join your crew to fill out the vacancies. ( You don't have the guns for them yet.)
>Try to forge something while waiting. (What?)
>Write in

>>2002046
>READ NIGGA READ! :You try your best to teach your crew the alphabet
Not all of them, but there's probably 2-3 decently intelligent lads who could be of use to us. The rest of them can go fishing.

>>2002048
>Trusting your men to not just leave with your ship and guns on their own when you haven't sailed with them for that long.
It's not like you CAN'T do that...

>>2002054
Well I thought we'd all be on the ship, but I guess it's not such a great place for learning

>READ NIGGA READ! :You try your best to teach your crew the alphabet

>>2002055
I get what you are saying and yes, if you had personal quarters you could tutor some of your men to becoming officers.

>>2002055
While sailing that is

>>2002058
Alright I vote we go fishing for now

>>2002046
>Fishing

or other option but definitely not reading.

>>2002046
>>2002066
>>2002062
I'll back these hombres

>>2002046
>Write in
There is a HELL of a lot more to being a good soldier than just knowing how to load and fire a flintlock. We need to drill the men. Bayonet drill, formations, firing by rank; very few battles in this day and age are actually decided at sea and won't be until the advent of cannon; what we need are marines.

There's a whole LIST of stuff we need and questions I'd like answered. Westeros isn't exactly plentiful in volcanic activity last I checked, so where did we get sulphur for our gunpowder? How in the hell did we get to the metallurgical levels needed to make muskets that won't blow apart in our face? Are we to expect one blacksmith more used to smithing blades was able to make the practically clockwork mechanisms needed for a flintlock?

More than guns, we need LAND. Mills, 4-field crop rotation, seed drills, steam pumps for mines, blast furnaces; there is a background to war that MASSIVELY exceeds just giving thirty lads some muskets and telling them, "Shoot in that general direction." We need sail-makers; cord and rope-makers; tar-mixers; picklers; sawmills; a shipyard capable of making more advanced ships than a longship or cog; a foundry for bronze; a driller capable of boring cannon; grenades for boarding action and field and siege engagements..! As a free merchant with naught but a ship, we are not just limited; we are doomed to LOSE our technological edge!

>>2002085
So you wish to try and raise the combat discipline of the men?
You can try and do that.

At the moment you've got 3 squads of sailors with guns who have some talent at shooting a musket.

>>2002085
>Westeros isn't exactly plentiful in volcanic activity last time I checked.
You bought some at Lordsport. There's lot of more exotic goods that get dragged into the market of Lordsport via pirates, so you reckoned that'd be good place to start.

As for volcanic activity, there are several volcanic regions in Westeros and Essos. Closest one is near Winterfell where they have the Hot Springs. North of the wall you can probably find some geothermal vents as well. Hiring wildlings to gather naturally occurring sulphur is definitely a possibility.

>How the hell did we get to the metallurgical levels needed to make muskets that won't blow apart in our face? Are we to expect one blacksmith more used to smithing blades was able to make practically clockwork mechanisms needed for flintlock.
Without formal education you had plenty of free time. Making spring steel and gaining access to wrought iron isn't exactly an unrealistic expectation since you really had fuck all nothing to do except dick around the forge since you were like six or seven.

If that's still a stretch, you can say that you did dick around with metals back when you still were alive, trying to make a Medieval history channel on youtube, but got demonetized and terminated for teaching people about sharp objects right after the Texas shootings.

>We are doomed to lose our technological edge!
The arts of the Alchemists guild have stayed secret since the founding of Valyrian Freehold.
The technology level overall has only regressed, not progressed.
The Maesters are historians, recordkeepers
The Crown is steadily going bankrupt thanks to Petyr Baelish
There actually are very few people in the world with both the means and the interest to try and replicate your work from ground up initially
Constantinople fell because it did not wish to put money on cannons.

At this moment, your technological advantage isn't much.
You're just carrying around novelty weapons that still haven't proven themselves in combat, but scare the shit out of men and animals when fired with their costs still remaining a mystery to the people who witness them.

>Closest one is near Winterfell
Sorry, the closest one YOU know of.
If we're to look at the region of Westeros, it's entirely possible that there is naturally occurring sulfur a lot closer than that as well.

Even Iron Islands might have some islands with Geothermal vents, but you don't personally know of any.

You can also make sulfur out of certain sort of rocks by refining the sulfur out of them.
Sulfur can also be replaced with another form of oxidizer in a pinch, so if you're so convinced that sulfur isn't available, you can always think that you did that.

Where you got the sulfur isn't exactly a major plotpoint at this point. You just got a single keg of powder at this point, but major trade hubs do have some sulfur lying around if you go look for it, just don't expect enough to load up your entire ship with it.

>>2002096
Correction: We have three squads of ten MILITIAMEN, who happen to be decent sailors. Zis vill not stand! Zere vill be PRUSSIAN DISCIPLINE! What we have is pirates; what we want is marines.

There's more to this than just drill, but drill will do for now. We also need esprit de corps and a sense of national identity based on more than just raiding... Makes me wonder what it'd take to put a Rodrik on the throne of Pyke, preferably after we marry into the family.

>>2002113
That explains a lot. I'll openly admit to not knowing very much about Game of Thrones,but frankly, I'm amazed how much we can remember after fifteen years... Aren't we four before Greyjoy's rebellion? This could get tricky...

But yeah, our tech advantage isn't much and it's only going to narrow without the means to maintain or increase it. Muskets are nice, but some cannon will be what really turns the tide of battle. Even 3 or 6-pound guns will tear up the battlefield, much less the 42lb shot from a shipboard demi-cannon!

Still, the fear factor of guns is going to be the major decider. Three ranks of ten men shooting fire and thunder at you, with a stinking sulphur cloud is going to scare men and TERRIFY horses. In the English Civil War, one of the Royalist commanders was known to release all prisoners he took, except gunners whom he put to the sword for spooking his cavalry so badly! It will take more than a few battles to be used to us and by then, we can only hope we've claimed enough wealth, land and prestige to double down on our advantage.

>>2002127
That'll become an issue later, but not something we need to worry about at the moment then; still, securing sulphur and more importantly, saltpeter will be essential if we want to keep ourselves in good supply.

>>2002138
There's about 4 years until Greyjoy Rebellion.
You can fuck off to Essos for the duration of the war if you want. Since you're banished, you don't exactly have any means to receive any calls to arms from your family even if they did send any since they don't exactly know where you are nor would anyone expect you to necessarily show up even if they did.

Right now Balon Greyjoy is constructing his Iron Fleet and making sure that he's got an ample supply of experienced seamen by not persecuting any pirates and raiders that make it to his shores.

It'll be a few more years until he's done. Right now you're entering the cold war period when tensions are rising since nobody really knows what's the deal with Greyjoys besides the fact that they're starting to build lots of ships.

>Muskets are nice, but some cannon is what really turns the tide of battle.
Expensive as fuck too, seeing that those will chew through gunpowder like crazy.
Single shot with a musket is like 0,18 ounces of blackpowder.
Single shot with a cannon can be like 8 ounces of black powder, which means you'll be shooting almost 45 musket's worth of powder in a single blast.
This means that your powder stores would be exhausted after about 65 shots, making cannons really uneconomical for you before you pool up some coin.

Also if we're talking about Great Cannons, then you'll be chewing through even more powder.
You'll naturally be taking in less if you're using smaller caliber weapons.
Ultimately, muskets based weapons give way more bang for your buck than cannons do.

It should be noted that acquiring land isn't that difficult.
Titles can at times be bought with coin, other times with blood.
I don't think either will be a problem for you in the long run.

Also, it doesn't take a king to make you into a Lord of your own.
As long as the Lord has sufficient amount of land to buy your vassalage, you will be able to become a banner lord.
You can also buy some uninhabited land and declare yourself as a lord on your own in that land.
As long as nobody contests your claim and you've a patron higher than you saying "Yea, he's my vassal so fuck off." it goes through.
Of course, without workers, land doesn't do you much good.

You can also seek to become a Mayor by getting a Charter for a City, nothing prevents you from being a Lord and a Mayor, but usually the way cities work is that they can do more or less whatever they want as long as they keep paying taxes for the lord. The more the city expands, the more land charters the lord gets to sell, elevating the price of his lands.
Cities are pretty efficient at producing coin in comparison to the more traditional fiefs where the lord extracts value from the labour of the peasants himself, but they can get unruly when they think themselves more powerful than their liege, which can and has lead to several bloody conflicts.

>>2002161
>You can fuck off to Essos for the duration of the war if you want
Or, hear me out here, we can make an absolute KILLING as war profiteers. In the run-up, we sell iron ploughshares and seed drills to build up capital among the belligerents, who can then afford to pay for tents, tools, pikes and the services of doctors equipped with a rudimentary knowledge of battlefield triage. Just the knowledge of washing with soap; using steel or better yet, silvered tools boiled in water before use; ligatures over cauterisation; the use of rose oil, egg white and turpentine to treat injuries; and the use of opium as a painkiller is worth a king's ransom in gold during wartime.

Basically, working as a merchant will turn out very well for us for now, especially once we get a proper production line going. Westeros is just completely unready for a modern system of production, division of labour and capitalism that completely over-shadows any existing guild system. The key will be getting there...

Anyway, I've spent way too long on this. I have my own quest to run.

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I'll resume writing tomorrow.
If you don't change your opinion by then, give me 3d6 Survival check to see what sort of catch you get.

>DC: 6 "You catch some Mackerels"
>DC: 9 "Found some cods too"
>DC: 12 "Nice, some Turbot"
>DC: 15 "Is that a whale?"
>DC: 21 "ABORT! ABORT! IT'S NOT A FUCKING WHALE! I REPEAT, NOT A FUCKING WHALE!"
>DC: 35 "They are coming for me."
>DC: 50 "The end is near. I hear a noise at the door, as of some immense slippery body lumbering against it. It shall not find me. God, that hand! The window! The window!"

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Rolled 5, 1, 3 = 9 (3d6)

>>2002431
please dice gods let it be a whale

Rolled 5, 5, 2 = 12 (3d6)

>>2002431
Alright, let's see if the dice like me... Do we have a character sheet by the way?

>>2002488
https://pastebin.com/RsQUNkkx

Rolled 5, 5, 1 = 11 (3d6)

>>2002431

>>2002213
>Just the knowledge of washing with soap ... is worth a kings ransom
Good bloody luck convincing anyone to listen. The first people suggesting aseptic technique in the 1800s were at best ignored, even if they were respected doctors with long prestigious careers. The first guy to suggest maybe doctors should wash their hands before delivering babies accrued a mountain of evidence showing deaths from due to infection after birth went from 20% to 2% but he still wasnt able to convince anyone to listen in his lifetime.

Humans can be pretty resistant to new ideas

>>2004955
The problem isn't convincing people to wash with soap.
Problem is that it's ultimately a luxury product which is monopolized by the guilds of pretty much every city that produces it.
Just like most of the profitable products of the time period that require any degree of specialization in fact.

Producing soap will be a lucrative business. Mass producing it and driving down prices however? Bloody business

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With your contract booked, you had a week to kill time.
Of course, week without working just wouldn't do. Time is money.
Luckily, all Ironborn have a reliable backup profession to fall back to.

Fishing

With the permission of the Steward, apparently there was also a deficiency in the amount of fishermen in the region thanks to Balon's reforms as that particular profession does seem to attract the same sort of crowd in the isles.
Fishing and Raiding, the two respectable professions in the eyes of the Drowned God.
Hard places breed hard men and the quiet inland hamlets breed men with deficiency in Protein and Omega-3's.

As your ship creaked in the waves, over the seven days you and your men cast your lines and nets with barrels of water in wait. Haul was rather good overall. Some Mackerels and Cod fell to your nets and some of your men even managed to get some Turbot, which due to it's rich flavor gets you good coin.

>Gained Large haul of Fresh Mackerels ( Value, 120 Silver )
>Gained Moderate Haul of Fresh Cod ( Value, 60 Silver )
>Gained Decent Haul of Fresh Turbot ( Value, 120 Silver )

Total value is about 300 stags before taxes, which by no means aren't low. 50 fucking stags for the fishing permits and another 50 the permit to sell the fish on his lands. No wonder the Captains are so eager to go raiding with these rates. Still, it's more than the men's weekly salary, so I guess you can't complain. If this riverlands deal goes tits up, you at least won't have to worry about mutiny. Wasn't there a special gun for that sort of situations too? Whatever. Doesn't matter at the moment.

>Give me 3d6 cunning check to haggle

>DC: 6 Normal price
>DC: 9 5% extra value
>DC: 12 10% extra value
>DC: 15 15% extra value
>DC: 21 40% extra value
>DC: 30 80% extra value
>DC: 50 400% The whole Island is addicted to Turbot and hunts it into extinction in the region, spearheading a new turbot based economy which through a sharp increase in demand causes more and more Ironborn houses seek for new areas to feed the ravenous appetite for Turbot of the Harlaw men, causing a start to new era of exploration, leading to the discovery of a new continent west of Westeros rich in Turbot, causing the unfortunate extinction of the indigenous island folk in the area as they are slaughtered and their lands are taken for the precious fish they hold.

Rolled 1, 2, 3 = 6 (3d6)

>>2005026
Watch this triple crit fail

Rolled 5, 4, 3 = 12 (3d6)

>>2004955
The good part about a command economy like the middle ages, is that if we order the men and women in our employ to do it, they will, regardless of if they don't like it. If it doesn't catch on, that's a shame for the world in general, but excellent for us, as it keeps our (for some reason much more effective) doctors in high demand and short supply, which any economist will tell you means they command insane prices.

>>2005008
Yet another thing for the list... Still, mass production for market and mass production for internal use are two different things.

>>2005033
Not quite, but never touch dice again in your life.

Rolled 4, 3, 6 = 13 (3d6)

>>2005026
This quest is pretty fuckin neato

Writing

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[1/?]

Luckily you managed to get a pretty good deal on the fish. Or not. You were just operating on the assumption that the prices are more or less the same as on your home Island, where you didn't need give a third of your haul away.
You might have gotten shafted for all you know since you don't really know what the economy is like in Harlaw nor do you have the time to figure it out.
You've got some money to make.

As the Bountiful Harvest was spotted in the horizon at sunrise. Whilst making it's approach to the Stone Quay, your men helped to haul the designated goods into the Port Terminal in the hours it would take for the Harvest to come in order to hasten our departure. Whale oil, Ambergris, Fish oil, Iron Ingots, Iron tools, Iron weapons... But most prominently of all, Tin.
You make a mental note of that. Tin isn't that common a mineral after all.

The lads were getting excited as Ser Payday's ship made it's way to the shore.
From the first look you could tell that Ser Moneybags wasn't an Islander. Rather, he was an older blue eyed man whose hair had long since lost their color. Sailing under the Scythe of Harlaw, he wore a Seven Pointed Star from his neck which reflected light from it's silvery surface. The dyes in his garb were a refreshing change from the Call of Duty colour scheme you usually saw in the islands.

The Steward was no less pleased to see that his cashcow had returned home, possibly eager to record the profits as soon as possible. "Sir Dustran, I trust your voyage went well."
"Aye, Steward Pyke, Seven graced us with good weather on the way, though the lads should like a bit of a rest from the rowing." He says while stretching his neck.
"Excellent work. Excellent, then the accounts?"
"Prices were about as you'd expect. News of Balon's fleet ambitions are yet to hit the continent. How the Lords will react to that we will see."
"Some good news at least. Come, you must be exhausted after your journey. We'll discuss more over dinner. Lord Harlaw would like to speak with you."
Steward turns his eyes at you with less warmth than when addressing Ser Dustran.
"Oh, Captain Teach, you are also invited. Try not to be late.

>>2005063
[2/3]

Waiting for the evening to come, you decided that it would be best to do some basic cleaning and grooming a bit, practice which made your brothers and your Lord Father had found a constant source of ridicule of.

You pull out your razor and get to work. While a beard might be fashion statement worth considering, a real problem with that is that your facial growth isn't yet quite enough to pull that off. You also take time to iron the clean set of clothes you had in your chest. This is a business dinner after all. You also had a quick trip to the barber as well to make sure your hair was in good order.

Making one last check that everything was in good order you made your way to the castle.

Entering, what you saw was Lord Harlaw's inner circle and his family seated on a large table in the light of dozens of candles, giving a certain warm kind of mood in to the atmosphere. The hall was well decorated and didn't look like some sort of shitty dungeon realm that you had to sit in whenever your father dragged you off with him for wining and dining with his allies.

"Entering Captain Teach of the Long Night."
The eyes turned on you for a moment as they kept on chatting. You saw someone you didn't know whisper in some strange lady's as she tried to surpress a giggle as you entered.

Rodrik Harlaw addressed you as you entered.
"Ah, Captain Teach, so good of you to join us. My Steward here told me a most interesting tale about your exploits."
"Why won't you regale us with this tale?"
Pyke stands up and the guards close the door behind you.

"The boy standing in front of us claims to be son of Mandrik the Manslayer and he came to me to seek employment, claiming to having been driven from his home by his brutish father. As you can see from his appearance, doubts would immediately arise whether this boy is at all related to the dreaded Manslayer."
"So, our Lord permitted met to launch an investigation in the matter, but the story got just stranger from thereon out."

>>2005085

"Having questioned about Mandrik's third son, the merchants who visited Anchorall claimed that he had been banished from Island of Anchorall, this much was true. However, there were also mentions of him forming a pact with the Storm God himself, driving the entire village down in hiding as he passed through."
"They claimed that such was his fury that thunderclouds sprouted in his wake and lightning shot from his eyes as he passed through the village."
"He claimed to have spoken to a man who saw him shatter a tree with lightning."
"Now, I did disregard such a wild claim, but when asked if anyone could vouch for him, Captain Teach mentioned one Chamberlain in Volmark named Tobbo, so a courier was dispatched to determine whether or not there was any truth to this tale."
"Sadly, Tobbo is both too old and busy to come personally, but in regards to Captain Teach, he stated he knew him to be in possession of a knife that looked like it was made from Valyrian Steel."
Oh shit he probably means that
"Seeing that there's no way a third born son of a minor house would be in possession of a Valyrian Steel blade, I only have to conclude that this Teach character is a fabrication."
Lord Rodrik Harlaw looks at you curiously and asks
"So, Captain Teach. How do you respond to this?"

>You can check the family records. I do actually exist.
>Pull out your pattern welded razor from your beautybox. "You mean this old thing?"

>>2005088
>You can check the family records. I do actually exist.

Have fun with that one.
You can try and come up with your own reply to that like...
>Technically it's not Valyrian steel since it wasn't made in Valyria.
>Yea boi, wanna buy it? bery cheap brices. Only one billion shekels
>*Lightning noises*

>You can check the family records. I do actually exist.

>>2005088
>You can check the family records. I do actually exist.
While showing off a Valyrian Steel blade would doubtless get us mad kudos, the purpose here is to prove our heritage.

Of course, in addition to that, it's worth explaining it's not true Valyrian Steel. I'm guessing we gave Devran the instructions on making pattern-welded steel and he made the knife for us?
>"My lords, if you mean my razor, I assure you it's not Valyrian Steel; just an imitation using a new forging technique I instructed my quartermaster to try. While light and sharp, I can guarantee there was no dragonfire or magic in its forging and it'll dull like any other blade from over-use." Present the razor to Lord Rodrik, handle-first, for his inspection.

>>2005088
>You can check the family records. I do actually exist.

>>2005106
Agreed.

Let's make this a bit easier to reach consensus. You'll have plenty of time regardless.
Let's seek goal oriented suggestions rather than make guesswork as to how I interpret that.
>Present the blade and make up a fancy story, raising infamy of the name Teach
>Present the blade with the intent on selling it. It's a good knife and you are broke
>Claim full credit over it's construction, raise your reputation as a Smith.
>Try to hide your fancy knife. We can go see Tobbo ourselves with a man they trust while ships are being loaded.
>Other goal

>>2005106
support

>>2005104
Valyrian Steel is enchanted Wootz Steel.
Pattern Welded Steel is just steels with different carbon content welded together to create differentiating colors.

Any close inspection by a competent Blacksmith will tell people it's not legitimate even though your knife is sharpened for shaving.

>>2005104
Support, also mention that we can provide more fake valyrian steel and rob them of all their shekels.

>>2005125
Cant hurt to try and jew them where we can and feign ignorance when caught off gaurd.

>>2005125
Hence why I basically suggest telling them, "Yeah naw it's not Valyrian, just good steel."

I'd say
>Claim full credit over it's construction, raise your reputation as a Smith.
but claim it as a joint effort; your instructions and theories, with Devran's expertise. Don't try to overshadow our bro; we're the brains, but he's the hands.

>>2005131
Also jew them. We have to try.

>>2005127
To be perfectly fair, if you convince to tell them that it's genuine Valyrian steel and they buy it. I'd recommend you get the fuck out of dodge ASAP before they verify that it's not real.

You definitely don't want them to know where to find you once you've swindled them for a buttload of gold.

>>2005134
If we go for the hard sell we might spook them. This is a new thing, so they have to come to the conclusion they want it on their own. Let them look it over, see how good it is and they'll reach the conclusion they want more soon enough.

Blades aside, you know the biggest innovation we could bring, especially to anyone from the Riverlands? Iron ploughshares and seed drills. We demonstrate how much they can increase crop yield and we will be rolling in the money before the war even starts, which will set us up magnificently to start profiting off the fighting, which will in turn allow us to influence who wins.

>>2005104
You made it yourself, not Devran.
He does have practice in making steel weld together properly though, so he could make pattern welded steel if he wanted to.

Most of the time it's just a bunch of extra work and it doesn't make the final product any better in the end.

>>2005142
Iron ploughshares do exist already though. It's a fairly old invention and expensive.

Seed drills aren't a thing though, but all things considered, they didn't really become widespread until like 1900's despite showing up in europe at 1700's, so a primitive one, while nice, would probably do just as well as in real life.

It would be finicky and there'd be a limited market for it.

>>2005142
Biggest innovation you could and have come up with is the compass.
You also haven't shared that with anyone, because you know, fuck dad.

Devran still doesn't get how magnets work.

>>2005139
Nah literally market it as fake valyrian steel. All the shekels... I taste em.

>>2005147
Good god, Westeros is a fucking hodgepodge of different time periods. Sometimes it seems like the early middle ages, then the high middle ages, then there are some inventions from the fucking renaissance and enlightenment... Makes it a pain in the ass to find out what will set the world on fire and what won't.

>>2005154
Don't bother; I looked it up. While pattern welding is pretty, it's not a real improvement over bloomery steel that's apparently common enough. We were expecting wrought iron to be the height of metallurgy in Westeros, but we were very much mistaken.

>>2005160
Iron ploughs predate vikings though don't they?

>>2005160
If you're referring to a Cast Iron plough, yea no, those things are most certainly NOT a thing.

>>2005160
Carruca ploughs are a thing, though you are correct in the assumption that Westerosi tech levels are all over the fucking place, which is why Maesters are as powerful as they are. They are more or less the only equalizer in the tech levels between regions, but they too are but a single man.

Anything north of Riverlands tends to be pretty underdeveloped by contrast, but you shouldn't take that as the only problem in Westeros.

Stormlands don't have any cities. This is canon.
Which means that they are 100% feudal medieval governed region not counting any lands given to the faith.
This means that Stormlands is unable to specialize in anything save warfare since feudal governance doesn't lend too well to that sort of things.

Dorne is a hodgepodge mix of Stormlander culture and Rhoynish culture, but it's clear that Dorne is not at the current moment developing, but rather regressing if Doran Martell is to be believed.

People who fanwank Targaryens should know that they failed to actually cause any sort of development to happen in Westeros for the duration of their entire dynasty, save in the form of few legal reforms, which ended up being repealed later by Tywin in order to keep some support for Aerys.
Targaryens ruled for almost 300 years and all that they managed to build in that time was the Red Keep, King's Landing and a metric fuckton of wildfire.

Harren the Black had a much smaller realm, ruled a much smaller region and he managed to create a fortification which has ruins that dwarf the greatest construction project that the Targaryens ever initiated.
It wasn't even Targaryens that ended the slavery, it was the faith of the seven.

>>2005167
You're joking, right? During the medieval period, the plough was practically a heavy stick dragged through the dirt by a team of oxen. Cast iron ploughshares, or even the mouldboard plough were HUGE innovations that allowed more land to be brought under cultivation more quickly and allowed clay soil to be tilled, rather than lighter, more arid lands. Given how House Tryell's lands are known as the breadbasket of Westeros, it can be safely assumed that farming technology only allows certain areas to be brought under cultivation and the Reach happens to have a lot of good, easily-farmable soil. Introduction of a better plough frees a LOT of capital from having to be spent on grain imports from House Tyrell, capital that can then be spent on our goods and services.

Apart from that? Windmills. Vertical windmills may not have made it to Westeros yet and sail mills certainly haven't. This removes the reliance upon water mills to grind grain, again allowing for fewer people to do more agricultural work, thus freeing more people to become specialists and generating capital within the economy, which we can then exploit.

>>2005188
Agree on maestar but i tend to believe they are guild like with secret connection and loyalty

Ports are developed if we equate population as development

Nice insight on stormlands. Authors didnt write much about them.

Targaryen funded the Wall once.

Harren used slaves and to be fair, Targaryens knew big castle meant nothing to dragon.

Westeros was never developed in term of government leading project. Andals invasion which brough iron and religion may be considered the only significant development.

>>2005200
Look, I'll admit that I'm not an expert on medieval farming innovations, but as far as I'm aware a Carruca used an iron plowshare and was in scandinavian regions before medieval period started doing pretty much the exact thing that you just described.

They may not have come to Central Europe until later, but from my understanding it was the fact that the technology to make Cast Iron was what made them a lot more affordable, which lead to their spread.
Blast furnaces are state of the art things that are quite rare.

>Blast furnaces are state of the art things that are quite rare.
In Westeros that is.

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>>2005209
>Harren used slaves
I honestly wonder how much of that is just propaganda by the victors.
True, the Ironborn did have a practice of using thralls, however thralls could not be bought nor sold and one would need to seize them personally.

While it's possible that he broke the tradition or that he simply paid his men to have their thralls to work on the project, it should also be noted that it's a feat of architecture that has not been seen since the Age of Heroes only being second only to the Wall in it's grandeur, ruined as it is.

I don't even think Harrenhal was even ever intended to be a Castle by itself, but rather the beginnings of the Capital of Westeros as would be reflected from it's location. When considering the trade routes available to it, it stands in a far superior position to King's Landing as a center of industry.

You wanna reach King's Landing from anywhere east of Westeros? Sorry boi. You gotta push cart huehuehue. You wanna reach Harrenhal from anywhere in Westeros? Well, you can take a ship from either Seagard or Saltpans and from there you make it to Lord Harroways town.

This map lists the potential waterborne shipping routes to several notable locations in the Seven Kingdoms.
Which do you think makes a better Capital? King's Landing or Harrenhal?

>>2005429
>Dragonstone

Ok, i get you, i like Harren too. He had the money and more control on manpower than Targayen because he is conqueror while Targayen is King of Kings with indirect control.
I like port as capital and there are roads

>>2005429
Tell em to check records and show them our knife. Explain we made it with our friend. And move on. Not a bluff so we should be good.

Which setting is this game in?

>>2005609
Bit before Greyjoy Rebellion. Mainly based on the Song of Ice and Fire books, though to be fair since my own conspiracy theories aren't canon, it means there's going to be certain differences.

Sort of like in the books, don't expect narrative to give characters protection from death. You go full Ned Stark, you're gonna die. When dealing with nobility, expect most of them to want to use you and throw you away the moment they don't gain anything from you. They will most certainly be expecting the same from you.

Even with the honorable lords such as Ned Stark, loyalty only goes upwards if even there, never downwards.

>>1993949
>Other: Jack, like Jack Sparrow

>>2005912
H-Haiai!

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>Show knife (and do your job properly)
>>2005104
>>2005127
>>2005513

>Do your job properly Stewie
>>2005089
>>2005102
>>2005106
>>2005121
>>2005124

>Sorry bois, no shekels this time.

That's not a topic you'd like to deal with at the moment.
Time to dodge the issue like Germany dodges economic responsibility for a high risk Greek loan.
"You could just check the family trees or house registries and you'll find that I do in fact exist."
"Where would we find a copy of that then?"
At this point Dustran starts getting annoyed.
"By the Seven Pyke he's just a boy! The lad has chosen to try and earn a honest living when most in his position would not. He should be commended, not put under scrutiny. Don't be an arse and look a gift horse in the mouth."
"It's your life that's on the line Ser Dustran if he turns out to be a Pirate. Even if you serve our Lord Harlaw, there's still a risk that-"
"Honor is more important than risks. The Seven Pointed Star teaches us to not be overcome with evil, but rather overcome evil with good."

At this point Lord Harlaw decides to chime in.
"It would seem that our Young Captain has found himself someone to vouch for him if I'm not reading the situation wrong. Am I correct in this Ser Dustran?"
"If you permit it, I think he's the makings of an honest man yet."
"Consider it done."
Lord Harlaw is looking quite pleased with himself.
"The Greyjoys."
"Hmm?"
"The Greyjoys would have the house registries and family trees with my name on them. I've also got a cousin with the House Searigger, so they ought to have up to date family trees."
Ser Dustran looks very smug as you state this
"See? Makings of an honest lad. Come sit with me boy. Let's plan our route as we eat."

As he procures a map from his pocket showing the route you are to take, you realize that the route was designed to minimize the amount of open sea voyaging, rather than distance. The way he explained was that he sails to the northeastern point of Harlaw to Grey Garden and waits for a clear day before he sets sail straight to East towards the Ironman's bay through the use of stars.
If he hits the coastline early, he's drifted too far north.
If he doesn't see the coastline by the 4th day, he's drifted too far south.
If he gets lost despite of this, he can tell the terrain by the local flora and fauna when he hits the coastline.

It was quite well planned route. Even it got cloudy or misty on the way, the East.
After Ser Dustran vouched for you, people started to be a bit more open towards you. Life without connections as an outsider is pretty harsh it seems. Maybe the Steward met one of your brothers at some point? That would explain why he treated you like a gipsy.

>>2009597
With the help of your lads, the loading of cargo was expedited. Waiting for departure, you learned to know Ser Dustran. He seemed like a nice enough man. He has some family on the coast, apparently he married into a prominent merchant clan in the area, which was no doubt a marriage of convinience. As to how he ended up working for Harlaw? Seems that the Mallisters of Seagard didn't particularily care for the Ironborn, so Harlaws found a knight in good standing from the riverlands to run the whole thing.

After their way to Grey Garden, the Bountiful Harvest, Long Night and Seven Graces set out to the sea.

>Roll for Weather:
D100 please

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Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>2009603

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>2009603

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>2009603
Another innovation we need: Clocks, barometers and the sextant, as well as the longitude calculation. If Westeros has 24 hours in a day, that should be fairly easy to just take from Earth (if we remember it). It won't be in great demand until sailing starts being more global, but it's still useful!

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>>2009621

>>2009647
http://universesandbox.com/blog/2015/07/game-of-thrones-sim/

Try your best.

>>2009675
>http://universesandbox.com/blog/2015/07/game-of-thrones-sim/
That's orbit, not rotation; the length of one rotation of the earth doesn't change depending on the season. We should be good. I hope we're good...

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>[8, Calm weather]

The weather at Sea was completely different from the open sea when you entered the Ironman's bay. Both wind and waves simply stopped being there. 4 days of monotonous rowing through the coastline for you and the boys joy of joys. At least the weather was fine throughout the way though.

As you entered Seagard's waters, the Castle of Seagard came into vision. Imposing structure for sure, but also a bit strange in it's shaping. Needlessly enormous in size like all Westerosi castles you've seen this far, but also built on an extremely strong position on top of a stone hill, thus making Siege Towers unusable and Trebuchets almost equally difficult to use. If they got the partitions right on the interior, storming that castle with medieval equipment would be a hellish experience.
At the feet of the hill lies the town of Seagard which if the colours are any indication, seems to be an extremely prosperous trading port as you do see a liberal application of dyed plaster on the buildings of the city with the occasional glass window.

You also notice two large War Galleys patrolling in the nearby waters painted in White and Purple and adorned with Silver Eagles of the House Mallister. Either one of these ships could crush your puny longships under it's weight, be they equipped with a ram or no.

The Bountiful Harvest took the lead approaching the port before coming to a stop and casting their anchor in wait. He raises the flag, signaling [WAIT] for the fleet. After a short while a skiff started rowing towards your flagship and from the skiff one of the sailors climbed up a recently lowered rope ladder.
You waited for what must have been like 20 minutes while Ser Dustran talked to the man on the deck in the distance until the sailor returned to his skiff and started to row back to port. [FOLLOW] was signaled via flag as the Skiff guided the fleet to port.

The voyage finally ended as ropes were tightened on the wooden dock that your ship had been assigned.
Finally, you've reached your destination.

Ashore, Ser Dustran was waiting for you.
"Come lad, there's someone you need to meet."

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>>2010071
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He took you to a very expensive looking building, much more elaborate than your father's manse. It gave off a distinct freemason sort of vibe with it's brickwork and glass windows.
"The boys from the skiff were from the Dockworker's Guild. They collect the fees for entry permits and for the usage of the docks. I hear that if you try to approach Seagard without an entry permit, those two War Galleys will sink your ship."
Ser Dustran explained as he took a swig of ale to wash down bits black sausages and lingonberry jam that the guild had served while you waited in your booth.
"Is it like that in every town?"
"With the warships? No, but you do want to wait for the dock authority before sailing ashore in any trading hubs if you have a large vessel like mine. Trust me when I say that you don't want to deal with the fines."
You take a look around the interior of the building's arched ceiling and brass chandeliers.
"and... this place?"
"This is the Seagard Trading Company. They're the ones who will be buying our cargo as well as making orders for any further shipping required. Old Organization with much sway in the city. Do not insult them."
After the both of you scarfed down the last of the sausages, an old heavy man made his way to your booth.
"I trust you've enjoyed our hospitality Ser Dustran?"
"As always, honoured Guildmaster."
He waves a hand at your direction.
"An apperentice of yours?"
"Helping hand in a time of need. Captain Teach, this is Guildmaster Douglas Dunglass"
"Pleasure to make your acquintance."
He nods as he shakes your hand
"It's been a while since we last talked. I seem to remember you having more ships with you last time we talked."
"It would seem that we live in uncertain times old friend. Robert may have won the war, but the fighting still hasn't ended yet. Balon Greyjoy has begun the construction of a Grand Fleet and declared the Islands a haven for pirates."
"Dreadful. Absolutely dreadful. I had hoped that Balon would prove himself like Quellon, but alas."
"If only his sons were like him."
"So, I hope you've some good news in light of recent events. Let's see what you've brought."
"Hmm... let's see... tools, Iron Weapons, Iron Ingots, Whale oil, Tin, Ambergris... Very good, very good. Could have lived without the Fish Oil, but I'll take it as well."
The guildmaster looks at the list of goods happily.
"So, the usual price?"

>Renegade: OBJECTION!
>Nah, Dustran's got this.

>>2010074
>Nah, Dustran's got this.
We dont really have any place in this whole shebang

>>2010074
>>Nah, Dustran's got this.
Watch and more importantly LEARN. We need to know how proper negotiations are conducted, how prices are set, what directs guild policy... Stay quiet unless spoken to and watch everything like a hawk.

>>2010074
>Nah, Dustran's got this.

>>2010114
Exactly.
We need things to go smooth. Till we get our boys to trust us. Train them up, and we can pay the iron price later on with enemies.

>>2010307
>the iron price
Barbaric and backwards. We have more than that antiquated custom as our future. Even Greyjoy's Words are indicative of how their house and any attempt at Iron Islands nationalism are doomed to failure. Rather than goods, we will take land. Rather than steel, we will win with something immeasurable; national spirit. Let the raiders and reavers adapt to our ways, or die. We are bringing a new world and the old ways have no place in it.

We will be better than mere pirates and plunderers.

>>2010074
>>Nah, Dustran's got this.
Lets make a good impression. We may need to pawn off some goods here. Or just if we start shipping things on our own we will have the contact.
We should learn prices of things here. And any where else we land, barring they have an excessive amount of goods or something else happens. Prices should be stable. And we can make a profit from that. learn what is in demand and what isn't and from where they have it the cheapest.

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"It is what we agreed upon after all."
"You're a good man Dustran, a true pillar of this community."
He procures a bell from his pocket and rings it a couple of times.
"You rang Guildmaster?"
The comely looking serving girl who brought you two food and drinks earlier pops her head into your booth.
"These are true friends of the guild and my personal guests. Make sure they get whatever they need. Oh, and put the young lad here in our whitelist. Captain..."
"Teach, of the Long Night."
"I'll make sure the Clerks know of their importance Guildmaster. More food or drink?"
"I want a steaming pie on this table as well as an endless stream of drink. If you'll excuse me Ser Dustran, I need to make arrangements for the transfer of my newly acquired property."
"By all means. Thank you again for your hospitality."
The man practically danced away from the booth as he left you two.
"You did good lad. Now we drink to our successful venture."
As he said that, the girl swapped your flagons with fresh ones and gave you a sultry look.

>Why did you not ask for more money? It was a good opportunity to haggle
>So, exactly how much money is "as usual?"
>Get drunk as fuck with Dustran
>Try to seduce the serving girl
>Write in

>>2010503
>Why did you not ask for more money? It was a good opportunity to haggle
Time for having some fun later. For now we need to know why there was no haggling. Don't phrase it as a criticism, but more as a desire to learn.

>>2010503
>>Why did you not ask for more money? It was a good opportunity to haggle
>>So, exactly how much money is "as usual?"
>>Get drunk as fuck with Dustran
>>Try to seduce the serving girl

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>CONGRATULATIONS! You are now in Good Standing with the Seagard Trading Company. For the moment at least.
>CONGRATULATIONS! You completed your first actual job! That means you get a reward due to reaching a milestone.

Pick one.

Raise any of the following abilities by 1
>Agility: 3
>Animal Handling: 3
>Athletics: 3
>Cunning: 3
>Deception: 3
>Endurance: 3
>Fighting: 3
>Healing: 3
>Knowledge: 3
>Marksmanship: 3 (1B+ Pistols)
>Persuasion: 3
>Stealth: 3
>Survival: 3
>Thievery: 3
>Will: 3
>Warfare: 3

1x Destiny point.
>Destiny points are used to manipulate rolls or for invoking learned spells. ( Does not actually pay the price for magic, just allows you to use the spell by spending it. )
>Destiny points can be refreshed over time by reaching milestones if they are not burned.

>>2010549
Don't worry, that's sort of how I intended it.

>>2010639
>Cunning: 3
OR
>Persuasion: 3

>>2010639
>Cunning
Man, these are not going to raise fast at this rate, are they? We may be stuck with our decisions for a while. At any rate, CUNNING will win our wars... Well, it'll help us avoid dying. I see that as our defence stat and my god in Westeros, do you ever need THAT.

After that, Persuasion, Deception, Knowledge and Warfare are most important. The rest are all stopgaps to get those as high as we can.

What's this about magic though? Far as I was aware, we were staying far, far away from that? Plus, I don't have much knowledge of GoT magic anyway, but I'm guessing it's not magic missiles and guilt-free fucking with the laws of reality...

>>2010639
>Raise Persuade

>>2010639
Cunning

>>2010969
Cunning

>>2011220
I'm with you on this guy.

>>2011453
>>2011251
Actually I'll change to get this done.

>>2010639
Mates in what world would we NOT choose cunning?

>>2010969
Well it was ultimately just a truckstop job you know?

>>2012324
Combat stats worked out better for Jaime than Cunning did for Tyrion. Just putting that out there.

>>2010639
>Fighting

We're Ironborn, do you all think we won't be constantly fighting?

>>2012492
Jamie also lost a hand, Tyrion only got banished and still managed to kill his ass hole of a dead.

>>2010969
ASOIAF magic starts out with practically nonexistent in Westeros until something happens and it starts to show up again. Some say it was because Dragons came back to the world, others say it's the other way around.

What tends to be an unifying theme with magic is that not only are there few practitioner of the mystic arts. Magic also tends to extract a great price to be able to use it and it cannot be used that often and it is almost always ritual based if you do not possess a magical item.
However, you need not pay the price yourself necessarily, you can make others do that for you.

There are also some other more innate magical powers that seem to be usable at will without a price being paid, or perhaps the price was paid long ago?
Magics such as this would be Skinchanging, Elemental Control, certain forms of Divination and Glamoring. It is not all about your bloodlines, though it does help immensely.

>>2012540
You can always pay for guards.

>>2012541
To be fair, he had Varys provide him with the opportunity.

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>Cunning is now rank 4!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHSNZK4Je-Y
>Your skill ability to apply Jewish trickery in practice improves! Of course, since a mere number doesn't really tell you anything without context, so here you go.


Rank 0 ? Lacking
Lacks the capacity to perform the actions or even roll for it.
Humans have at least rank 1 in each ability.

Rank 1 ? Deficient
Routine tasks are a challenge for you. Generally speaking you suffer from a disability if you have this.

Rank 2 ? Average
Average. Most folks in Westeros have abilities at this range. You can handle routine tasks with ease and can manage most challenges, given enough time.
Certain things are beyond your ability. You're never going to hit anyone on rank 6 with rank 2 fighting.

Rank 3 ? Talented
A cut above the common person, having rank 3 in an ability means you have a special knack and find tasks related to the ability far easier than other folks do. Talented can also imply a minimum amount of training, such as a few hours put in with the practice sword or having ridden a horse a few times in your life.
Generally grants you enough experience to be dangerous.

Rank 4 ? Trained
At rank 4, you have trained extensively in the ability, combining your natural talents with extensive training. Your skill in this ability far exceeds that of the average individual, and you can confidently tackle challenging taskas without trouble and, with little luck, can pull off some amazing stunts.

Rank 5 ? Accomplished
Intensive training coupled with natural talent places you far above the common man. In fact, people with rank 5 are often the best at what they do in many areas, having surpassed their peers in their craft.

Rank 6 ? Master
By rank 6, you are considered one of the best in the world at what you do. People seek you out to learn, to improve their training, or to simply meet you. Only a rare few individuals attain rank 6 in any ability, much less two or more.

Rank 7 ? Paragon
Paragon represents height of human potential, the limit of mortal achievement, at least for most. Rank 7 is as high as any can hope to achieve. So rare is this rank, people with this level of ability are considered legends.

Rank 8 or higher ? Mythic
It's typically not possible for a mortal character to have more than rank 7 in any ability, though there are certainly exceptions, such as those bold men and women from Age of Heroes, such as Brandon the Builder and Lann the Clever. Examples that are more contemporary include Nymeria, Aegon the Conqueror, and plenty of other figures. Characters at Rank 8 or higher are the exception to the rule. Outside humans, all sorts of creatures may have rank 8 or higher abilities. Dragons can exceed rank 8 in athletics, Endurance and Fighting.

>>2012997
So, do we fuck the slutty barmaid yet?

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>>Why did you not ask for more money? It was a good opportunity to haggle
>>So, exactly how much money is "as usual?"
>>Get drunk as fuck with Dustran
>>Try to seduce the serving girl

"You know, you could have gotten more if you had haggled."
"I could have, but I've found that coin is a poor substitute for friends, connections."
He takes a couple of gulps down from the tankard."... and for honor."
"The guilds control the prices for the protection of the citizens. It is not for a merchant to decide how much his wares are worth, but rather it is the guild that decides how much they are willing to pay. Fixed prices mean stability and alleviates the toil of the smallfolk as they need not fear for price jumps."
"Mhm, so how how much did we make from this venture?"
He reclines back and closes his eyes while savouring the taste of his brew.
"50 dragons from your ship. Around 700 dragons from the two trade galleys. As per the contract, your cut will be 15 dragons."
That's 3150 Silver Stags, which leaves me with 2450 silver after paying the crew.
"That, however can wait. Today we enjoy life." he says.
"I'll drink to that."
"To Peace and Prosperity."
"Clink to that and down the hatch!"
When the serving girl returned with a steaming pie, you had drowned sufficient amount of liquid courage to go and try your luck.

>3d6 for Endurance
DC:
>6: You drink like a peasant
>9: You drink like a logger
>12: You drink like a soldier
>15: You drink like the King
>21: This is going to take a few barrels
>30: The Guild stops trying to send assassins after you out of fear that the alcohol level in your bloodstream has reached such a level that any contact with sunlight would cause a spontaneous human combustion which would take out the entire city.
>50: The next Hangover movie will be based on a true story.


>3d6 for Persuasion for seduction.
>6: Your amorous advances are on the level of an unwashed peasant.
>9: She thinks you should start off as friends.
>12: She takes you to her place
>15: She takes you in an alley
>21: Right then and there
>30: Her sister joins in
>50: and her mother
>80: She eats all the eggs

Rolled 1, 6, 2, 4, 2, 1 = 16 (6d6)

>>2013081
Imma just roll 6 dice

Rolled 2, 4, 4, 4, 6, 1 = 21 (6d6)

>>2013081

Rolled 4, 6, 5 = 15 (3d6)

>>2013081
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1WPxJ9uOOw
Rollan to roll out the barrel and drink like a SAILOR (soldiers are nancy boys)

Rolled 2, 3, 3, 1, 4, 5 = 18 (6d6)

>>2013081

Rolled 3, 3, 6 = 12 (3d6)

>>2013097
Well that was successful! I can only hope that's our TOLERANCE, rather than sheer amount. Nothing's less impressive for a girl than a drunk who can only get it to half-mast.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7bZl1XBpyuI
TIME FOR THE SECOND HALF OF THIS DUO!

Rolled 4, 5, 2 = 11 (3d6)

>>2013081

Rolled 4, 3, 2 = 9 (3d6)

>>2013102
my bad

Rolled 1, 6, 3 = 10 (3d6)

Pay no mind to this

>>2013107
That is either hangover severity or 'prowess', I am calling it right now.

Rolled 5, 1, 5, 1 = 12 (4d6)

I should probably roll for this as well.

Rolled 2, 6, 3 = 11 (3d6)

>>2013081
>For Endurance

Rolled 6, 2, 4 = 12 (3d6)

>>2013081
>For busty maid time

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Part [1/2]

>[11/12]
You spend the evening trying to get into the pants of luscious serving girl.
"I'm sorry, but I think we should start out as friends."
What is dead may never die, but gets friendzoned harder, stronger

>[10/12]
"Lad, lemme go and talk to her, I know just the thing to make her see you in a better light."
Dustran tries to use Wingman
But it's not very effective. He comes back achieving no more progress than you did.
"You know what lad, let's just drink. All a Sailor really needs is a ship, full stein and the sea."
"And a crusty sock."
Ale spurts out of his nose and the two of you continue to shamelessly abuse the guildmaster's hospitality.

>Drinking contest!
>[10/12]
>[12/12]
To Dustran's surprise, you held your alcohol like a seasoned sailor despite of your age. However, his was a knightly liver, born and bred for battle and tempered by the fortified wines of the mainland. Your still yet to mature liver was unable hold out against the might of a knight anointed by the seven in an all out battle leaving Dustran the victor of your little bout. While you did not exactly reach the point of passing out out or vomiting, walking a straight line provided bit of a challenge, so he took it upon himself to escort you to the lodgings provided by the guild.

Come morning, Dustran fetched you to partake in the breakfast table, courtesy of the Seagard Trading Company. It reminded you of a hotel breakfast experience. Bread, butter, porridge, eggs, sausage, baked beans, salad, mushrooms and bacon up for the taking. If only there were coffee, the morning would be complete.

"Nothing quite like the first decent breakfast on land after a tedious voyage."
Dustran comments.
Two of you grabbed a table and began eating the distinctly British breakfast as some guildmembers came to partake on the spread in their own tables.
"The guildmembers seem to eat really well."
"As I understand it, they bought a charter of land off the town to have smallfolk toil on it by paying their rents with produce. The Guild then pays their own taxes and rents to the Lord in either coin or in imports depending which the Lord at the time desires more."
Suddenly, all the guildmembers stood up at once. The Guildmaster had made his appearance and approached your table.
"Ser Dustran, Captain Teach. I trust the morning finds you good health."
"Well enough Douglas. Did everything seem in order with the goods?"
"Oh yes, the dockworkers and your sailors have already begun the transfer of the goods to the warehouses, but there's something else I'd talk to you of. Please, enjoy your breakfast in good peace and come to my office once you are done."
As he walked away, Dustran urged you to finish up your meal fast before you headed up to his office.

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[2/2]
The Guildmaster's office was in the very top floor of the building with.
It was not an excessive large room, but it had a book and a scrollshelf filled to brim and every piece of furniture was made of glossy rosewood carved in elaborate detail which shined in the light that was shed through the painted glass window.

As you entered he greeted you again with his jovial demeanor.
"Ah, my good Captains! Please, please be seated!"
The two of you sat upon the cushioned rosewood chairs as he began his pitch.

"I've recently acquired some clients who would very much like to travel to the east as soon as possible. The problem I have however, is that the only ship suitable for the job that is currently available happens to belong to the Young Captain here. Which is why I'd like to make a deal and purchase the services of the young Captain from you and sell them onwards to my clients."
"I would very much be willing to make it worth your while Ser Dustran."

>Let Dustran Negotiate for you (Defacto renew the contract and pretend to be a member of his fleet.)
>Let Dustran Negotiate for you (But point out that you'd rather not sail through the Riverlands.)
>Point out to them both that your contract expires the moment your payment is received, which means that any further contracts need to be negotiated through you. (Negotiate your own contract as a freesail.)
>Point out to them that your contract has expired and you intend to strike out on your own now. (You've got enough money to keep your ship afloat for a couple of months. Time to choose a new heading.)

>>2013315
>Let Dustran Negotiate for you (Defacto renew the contract and pretend to be a member of his fleet.)
Man's be fair with us so far, let's see how long this meal ticket will last.

>>2013315
>>Point out to them both that your contract expires the moment your payment is received, which means that any further contracts need to be negotiated through you. (Negotiate your own contract as a freesail.)

Friendship and buisness need to stay sepparate.
Dustran is a great mentor and a honest merchant but we need to work on our own for what we are worth.

Give the guild a slight discount for a future favour while we are at it.

>>2013384
Supporting this, sets a good precedant. Obviously we should also let dustran say his own peice as well. For justice and what not.

>>2013384
Supporting. >>2013452 is right. We're happy to be a partner, but we're independent.

I'd like to start putting our own plans into action, but we need a good supply of coin for that first... Something like ten times what we currently have, minimum.

What should be our first priority once we have the capital?

>>2013384
Supporting this

>>2013467
>What should be our first priority once we have the capital?
We could look into locating a unoccupied or underdeveloped island / peninsula near a major trade route to house a base: after all our smith needs somewhere to set up a forge and produce more arms for our men. Plus, having control of the passage there with a few cannons and fast skiffs would certainly prove useful should we want to become something more than a merchant or raider.

Besides that, we could look into getting some armour for our people or some equipment. Maybe even a new ship or just some improvements for our current one.

Stepstones is more or less the only place truly fitting that category, but it's less unoccupied and more changing owners constantly because it's literally swarming with slavers, pirates, Ironborn raiders as well as the occasional mercenaries hired by Lys, Myr and Tyrosh to try and stake their claim on it.
There are some locals living on those Islands as well, but as you might expect, it's very much a situation akin to the Caribbean colonies.

Be warned however. Should your hold control over the Trade through Stepstones, there will be no shortage of powers who'd seek to either break you or lay claim to you.

Braavos, the Seven Kingdoms, Summer Isles, Pentos, Myr, Lys, Tyrosh, Volantis, even past the ruins of Old Valyria all the way up in Qarth and possibly even beyond would the effects be felt if a stable rule would be established over the Stepstones.
If Harrenhal could have been considered the geological lynchpin over the shipping trade across the continent of Westeros, the Stepstones would be the lynchpin over the trade across the whole known world should an armada be constructed and the isles fortified.

>>2013629
Alright so our end goal, got it.

>>2013679
I'll make you work for it if that is your goal is all I am saying, but after that point, you would probably be welcome to royalty.

>>2013629
>>2013679
Let's work on actually getting a nation first, before we look at becoming an overseas empire.

Out best chance to claim actual territory and serfs (which we can then educate into citizens) will be during Greyjoy's rebellion four years from now. Before then, we need to stick as a merchant house. Nine years after THAT, GoT actually begins and we can really start exploiting the situation, first as a minor lord and then more as we press our tech and culture advantage.

What we need first is land in a major trade city (better access to raw materials) upon which to build our mills, factories and workshops. The real question is, which product do we go for first? I'd say ironworks to sell better plows and free up capital for use on our other products, as mentioned earlier.

>>2013737
Iron working would be useful but I'd argue we can make money if we establish the first waterwheel powered fabric mill but we'd need a good source of materials and a way to get it to market without suddenly crashing the price or getting a guild involved.

>>2013750
Flying shuttles and spinning jennies would be a huge boon as well. Demands for sailcloth and good tents to house the army will be in high demand, as will medics and the like, as I mentioned above. Textiles are also fairly valuable, so it WILL make us money, but I was advocating for iron, as better plows means less serfs farming the land and more learning a trade, which gives up more taxable income for the lords to spend on our wonderful products once the war breaks out.

Both could work, I was just picking the option I thought would be better for Westeros overall... But screw those guys; this is about the nation WE will build, not the one Danerys and John Snow will conquer. Oops, (probable) spoilers alert!

>>2013760
Essentially. Fact is that if we drive all the other fabric makers out of business, we can leverage that against our enemies. Plus, getting a few basic resources like wooden things: chairs, planks, tables and buckets.

Fact is that before the industrial revolution, making table / chair legs was a intensive job. We can automate it for a fairly large amount of the labour, leaving our only concern as raw wood. Same goes for planks: the construction of ships before industrialised wood-refining could take weeks just to get the correct planks made from good wood and is a large portion of the reason why the loss of a navy would be crippling for a nation.

>>2013778
>>2013750
>>2013760
Just thinking I should remind you that the markets in a feudal system are not free, so a powerful patron will be required if you try to make waves on the established markets or you need to cut a lot of throats and grease a lot of palms on the way.

>>2010324
To be perfectly fair, the Old Way is actually a quite honest and straightforward way of making money considering that there really isn't any way in Westeros getting rich (and staying that way) without ruthless exploitation, stepping on some toes and cutting some throats.

Reaving generally speaking is just invoking the same right of the strong to use the weak for your own ends because you are in the position to do so.
Instead of greedily adjusting the taxes on them to keep them from ever rising from their station, they instead force them thralldom straight there.
Instead of coming up excuse to seize their property, they just take it.

Also, when you consider that the Lords themselves as a norm pillage the farmlands for supplies to cut down costs of their wars as well as seize their labor force for their own on a fairly regular basis, the only difference between the Old Way and regular warfare is the formality of declaring war.
Knights are generally speaking entirely ok with plundering the farmlands for their lords, their oath just means they're not supposed to harm women and children when doing so although some interpret their oaths differently, thinking that as long as the military action can itself be judged as defensive in nature, rather than straight out offensive, then women and children are fair game.

By contrast, the act of taking multiple wives is a far more outlandish practice in the eyes of the mainlanders, but not one which is entirely unknown seeing that it is something that was frequently practiced by the first men and it is not a practice that has entirely died out either.

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>You chose to represent the interests of your crew as a Captain instead of leaving it to Ser Dustran.

You raise a hand
"I believe it should be pointed out that my freesail contract was not an indefinite one, but rather one where we would first do a single trip, after which Ser Dustran would at his discretion determine whether or not the continued service of my crew would be desired and we would renegotiate the terms at that point."
"Thus, I am free to review new contracts offered by your guild directly on behalf of my crew."
Dustran stays silent as the Guild master begins to tap his table with his fingers in thought.
"How many passengers can your ship carry."
"It is a 50 man longship running with a crew of 30 men."
"Can you fit more than 20 passengers?"
"If they do not mind packing lightly and making extra stops for supplies."
He thinks for a moment on your suggestion.
"No, I should think they'd rather not do that. Any of your men fighters?"
"I think some of them were members of a local fist fighting league, but they're no soldiers."
"Can you trust in their discretion?"
"I doubt that will become an issue."
He lifts his eyebrow at your statement
"What do you mean?"
"Loners and malcontents. If you do not talk their language, they're likely to point you to the wrong direction just to entertain themselves if you tried to pry so much as the direction of the nearest privy out of them."
He examines you for a moment, looks at Dustran a bit and chuckles as he lays his eyes on you before addressing you again.
"If your men are as you say, I think there would be no problems if I were to recommend you and your crew to my clients."
"The contract would be a month long trip through the Riverlands to Gulltown in the Vale, should you choose to accept it."

>Decline the Contract
>Try to Jew the Goyim from his shekels. ( Contest against the Guildmaster's Cunning to try and get more money out of the deal.)
>Offer to do the job with the usual rates. ( No rolls needed. 15 Gold per week.)
>Write in

>>2015349
>Offer to do the job with the usual rates

>>2015349
>Offer to do the job with the usual rates. ( No rolls needed. 15 Gold per week.)

>>2015349
>Offer to do the job with the usual rates. ( No rolls needed. 15 Gold per week.)
We're new masters of Jew-jitsu yet and this guy does it for a living.

We do need to fix that 'not soldiers' thing ASAP though. Bayonet practice, marching, formation, digging, PRUSSIAN DISCIPLINE, etc. Actually, 'not soldiers' is a good thing. We don't want soldiers right now; we want marines!

>>2015373
It would be 4d6 vs 5d6