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After an evening of socialising at the feast, you woke up to the third day of the fights.
Tomorrow will be the final day of the Squire's Melee, signifying the start of the Tourney games right and proper. Event where things should finally begin to fall in motion.

Last match would be battle royale amongst the contestants right after the last bout where each squire will fight for themselves to determine which is the most favored by the gods, final bout to mark the opening of the contests of the right and proper warriors.

Striding under the shadow of the stone behemoth's walls in the midday sun, you made your way towards the tourney grounds with Ser Hector Heronford. It was time to draw the straws for today's fights.

"So, Hector, what do you think of my chances of winning?"
"Uncertain. Many of the squires you'll face will have experienced live combat by now."
"So, did you bet on me during this match?"
"I might have a couple of coins riding on you. I still think you've got a shot in this match."
He smacks his hand on your shield
"Just forget about anything else and fight on as hard as you can."
"Right."

Leaving Ser Hector at the audience benches, you once again approach the battleground, this time, you were the last one to arrive. You recognized some of their devices.
There were two lads clearly bearing on their shields the scythes of House Harlaw, which branch they were from you could not tell however. One was possibly in his early 20's and the other in his late teens.

Next there was a northman bearing shield with a device you didn't recognize, one with crossed tridents upon a field of snow and a man from Stormlands bearing a shield with crossed trumpets beneath three stags and a reachman with three oak leaves upon a yellow field.

Finally, there was a man bearing fairly familiar colours, those of House Corbray. Upon your approach, you received a rather blunt reception from the man bearing those colours that had once invited to dine under his roof.

"You're the last one? Seven hells. Into the center with you then I suppose. Me and Oakheart will take one flank, the Harlaws will take the other. Any questions?"

>I did pretty well in the flanks before. Why not let me handle it?
>Perhaps we ought to do introductions? I'd know whom I fight with.
>Nope, no questions at all.
>Write-in

>>2264962
>>Perhaps we ought to do introductions? I'd know whom I fight with.

>>2264962
>>>Perhaps we ought to do introductions? I'd know whom I fight with.

>>2264962
>Nope, no questions at all.

>>2264962
>Perhaps we ought to do introductions? I'd know whom I fight with.

No problems with the center, honestly. Would e good to take a turn and prove we're not just a flank baby.

Or we could make fun of him for putting the smallest dude in middle. He's probably not bright.

>>2264962
>Nope, no questions at all.
Focus, be in the moment.

>>2264962
>>>Perhaps we ought to do introductions? I'd know whom I fight with.

>>2265026
To be fair, the first team that fought against you got absolutely massacred when they put their strongest guys into the middle. Covering your flanks is pretty important.

>>2267410
It'll be nice to do something different. Repeating "go to the flank" and "standard attack, standard attack" over and over is kind of boring, despite our success.

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"Perhaps introductions then? I'd at least know the names of those whom are covering my flanks."
His demeanor softens and he relaxes a bit.
"Yes of course. I'm Lyn of House Corbray hailing from Heart's Home."
At his lead, the rest began introducing themselves.
"Good to see a fellow squire of the Reach. I am Arys of House Oakheart from the Old Oak."
"My name is Harras Harlaw, this is Boremund Harlaw, we're from the Island of Harlaw in the Iron Isles."
"Jon of House Wensington, I hail from Wenshall in the Stormlands."
"Kyle of House Condon, I hail of the Knife's Crossing from the North"
"Pleased to make your acquaintance I am Arthur of House Tallon, hailing from Knight's Refuge."

"Do we know anything of our foes?"
"Tolletts, Hersys and Redforts are from houses which have recently waged campaigns against the clans. I can vouch that those squires have at least seen live combat."
Corbray replies to you.
Kyle Condon, points to one of the foes.
"That guy with the Moose shield, he's one of the. Hornwoods. Let me handle him."
"What's your problem with him?"
"Their house has been trying to shaft my liege off the White Knife for generations."
"First come first served northman."
Harras quips
"ENTER CONTESTANTS!"
"Right, helmets up lads."

The contestants enter the battleground. Roll for initiative. 4d6

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Rolled 1, 1, 1, 4, 3, 4, 4, 1, 3, 5, 6, 3, 5, 6, 2, 2, 3, 6, 3, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4, 3 = 78 (25d6)

Initiative for your team

Rolled 5, 1, 5, 6, 4, 1, 3, 2, 5, 5, 4, 2, 3, 2, 1, 3, 1, 2, 4, 5, 2 = 66 (21d6)

>>2267548
Whoops, that was for the enemy team.
Anyhow, this is for your team.

Rolled 4, 5, 6, 4 = 19 (4d6)

>>2267548
Wooo

Rolled 1 (1d6)

Missing one dice

Rolled 1, 2, 4, 1 = 8 (4d6)

>>2267545

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>>2267561
That roll is good enough to put you 1st in the initiative. AGAIN.

You may attempt to attack one of the following:
>Squire in front of you with a device of a black butterfly on a white field.
>Squire the left of you with a device of a moose on an orange field.
>Squire on the right of you with a device of a flock of seagulls on a blue field.

The Actions you may take are on the picture.

>>2267589
>Squire in front of you with a device of a black butterfly on a white field

Standard attack
Counter attack

Those who don't know the rules, you have two lesser actions or one greater action.

The way damage is calculated is base damage * degrees of success - armor excepting for guns, which don't care about degrees of success. As long as you hit, they do full damage.

>Buying time: Dodge
>Try to outskill: Disarm (can attempt twice due it being a lesser action)
>Try to overwhelm with strength: Knockdown (can attempt twice due to it being a lesser action)
>Careful hit: Aim and Standard attack
>Defensive attack: Cautious Attack and standard attack
>Aggressive: Two standard attacks.
>More Aggressive: Reckless attack
>Ridiculously Aggressive: Take a Fatigue point, make three standard attacks
>Stupidly Aggressive: Take Two fatigue points, make two reckless attacks.

>>2267604
Counter attack is a Greater action I'm afraid.
It's great to use when you know that the opponent can't do dick to you unless they use a reckless attack, because it allows you to interrupt it when they attempt it.

>>2267589
BE aggressive B E aggressive!
>Two standard attacks.

>>2267612
>>2267615
Shit well I'll back this fellow

Rolled 4, 5, 2, 6, 1, 5, 3, 5, 5, 5, 4, 6, 6, 2, 1, 6, 6, 3, 2, 2, 4, 3, 2, 6, 1 = 95 (25d6)

Rolled 1, 3, 2, 6, 3, 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 5, 5, 3, 1, 2, 6, 6, 5, 4, 5, 6, 2, 5, 2 = 88 (25d6)

Rolled 2, 3, 3, 6, 4, 3, 6, 2, 2, 6, 2, 6, 4, 2, 3, 5, 1, 3, 6, 2, 6, 1, 1, 4 = 83 (24d6)

Rolled 3, 1, 6, 1, 2, 1, 6, 6, 1, 1, 5, 6, 3, 4, 2, 2, 3, 6, 6, 2, 2, 1, 6, 3 = 79 (24d6)

Rolled 5, 5, 1, 1, 5, 1, 1, 1 = 20 (8d6)

forgot couple of dices again

>>2267645
Wow. Not a good day for him

>>2267615
Right, let's keep these bones rolling.
Give me 10d6 for the standard attacks.

Rolled 6, 4, 2, 6, 1, 6, 3, 1, 2, 4 = 35 (10d6)

>>2267654
Wooo

Rolled 5, 3, 1, 2, 6, 6, 3, 5, 3, 2 = 36 (10d6)

>>2267654
Dice

Rolled 5, 3, 2, 3, 3, 1, 6, 6, 1, 2 = 32 (10d6)

>>2267654

2 degrees of success with both strikes. Not enough to bring him down this turn unfortunately.
Your 1 kill each turn streak has ended.
Anyhow, I'll have to take a while to sort out these numbers.

I'll try to churn out one more update today.

Rolled 3, 3, 3, 4, 3, 3, 6, 6, 6, 1, 1, 5, 1, 6, 5, 6 = 62 (16d6)

Just so you know, these are ALL dices for people who managed to hit their allies.

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>>2267882
As the hankerchief hit the ground, chaos ensued.
Every squire in both lines started swinging at eachother fiercely with the attempt to overwhelm the other side, blows fell left and right, each swing came with such eagerness that for a time they lost sight of who was a friend and who was a foe.

You struck first as you seem to have developed a habit of doing, but your opponent wouldn't fall so easily as the ones that came before it. You struck fiercely, blow after blow, each definitely causing at least bruising, but your foe wouldn't back down. Trying his best to return the blows, your armor deflects whatever blows couldn't pass through your armor.

"FUCK! I YIELD! I YIELD!"
That came from your lines. The Stormlander just got taken out. As you turned your head, you saw the cause of that. Squire with a ploughing peasant came to strike at you. You barely raised your shield in time to block the double time attack.

At that time you heard the voice of Arys Oakheart. "THEIR FLANK IS BROKEN! HOLD FAST AND THIS BATTLE IS OURS!"

You would not learn of this until later, but the squire that Arys Oakheart was fighting against was swinging his sword so eagerly that it slipped from his hand.

>You have 2 lesser actions or a single greater action
>Choose your action for the next round

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Current state of the field.
Check these posts for actions:

>>2267589
>>2267610

>>2267936
>Reckless attack
Who dares, wins!

>>2267938
Standard attack on brown, try to finish him off. Then cautious attack on gold. We need to hold the center while the flanks mop up.

>>2267938
Standered on brown, Standered on orange.

>>2268334
Supporting

I only wish we had painted our family heraldry on our shoulder or something

>>2268334
ah yes, good old standard attacks.

Looks like you're keeping to standered attacks.
Gimme some dice. 10d60

Rolled 6, 4, 3, 4, 1, 5, 4, 4, 4, 2 = 37 (10d6)

>>2269281
Rolling to attack standardly.
(I assume you mean 10d6, and not 10d60 as writen.)

Rolled 11, 42, 13, 11, 15, 18, 32, 41, 60, 8 = 251 (10d60)

>>2269281
JUST IN CASE

Rolled 4, 4, 2, 6, 4, 1, 1, 4, 6, 2 = 34 (10d6)

>>2269281

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>>2269281
dice+10d6

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>>2269308 that is not the image I wanted to post

>>2269281
dice 10d6

>>2269312
>>2269281
One last try

>>2269317
Are you using capital letters?
It's dice+10d6 on the options field.

Rolled 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 = 10 (10d1)

>>2269281

Rolled 1, 6, 2, 5, 2, 6, 2, 1, 1, 6 = 32 (10d6)

>>2269344 I think I used capitals in that last one>>2269281

>>2269281
Meant 10d6. Whoops!
Good jobbu

Rolled 6, 2, 2, 3, 2, 1, 1, 3, 5, 6, 3, 1, 1, 2, 6, 1, 6, 1, 6, 2, 3, 6, 4, 3, 1 = 77 (25d6)

Rolled 3, 4, 2, 5, 3, 5, 4, 2, 3, 1, 3, 6, 1 = 42 (13d6)

Rolled 4, 4, 3, 2, 1, 3, 1, 2, 1, 4, 4, 3, 3, 1, 6, 2, 2, 6, 4, 2, 4, 4, 2, 5, 4 = 77 (25d6)

Rolled 6, 3, 5, 2, 4 = 20 (5d6)

>>2269556 is it possible to become a knight errant meaning we don't have a specific Lord also are we skipping over the whole work a year in the Church part of it that sounds annoying

Rolled 4, 3, 2, 3, 2, 1, 4, 6, 4, 1 = 30 (10d6)

>>2269543
Wooo $

>>2269562
From what I can tell, there's no such tradition in Westeros which obligates a knight to work a year in a sept.
Any Knight can Knight another for any reason they deem suitable, It's not good for your rep though if you knight someone who doesn't know how to fight.

Knight Errants are called hedge knights as well.
There's supposedly knighthood orders as well, but none save the Kingsguard was actually mentioned in the books.

The Faith no longer has an armed organization that fights for it's interests as Warrior's Sons have long since been abolished, so much of the religious ties to the tradition of knighthood have been severed.

Back when Warrior's Sons was a thing in Westeros, defending the innocent and the women generally speaking meant that whenever some wildlings decided to go raiding or stealing some women, you'd pretty much get to go on a crusade. First men Kings tended to get the message the first time around whenever these type of incidents happened.

>>2269570
Already got the dices senpai just finished calculations. From what I can tell, this isn't going to be as easy a fight as the rest of them.

By the way, the youngest Knight I could find in the Lore was like 12, but he was a Targ.

>>2269572 strange I thought I remember the Hound saying something about that when he was drunkenly telling his story to Sansa

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>The Tide of Battle turns!

Despite it being 2 vs 1, you manage to hold your guard up, deflecting incoming blows with your shield and armor until... "I YIELD!" One down, one to go. You keep the pressure on, shifting to the target which deemed it prudent to interrupt your fight, doing your best to try and deliver a finishing blow, but no such luck.
His scale armor seems to deflect your blows. Without a lucky strike, it will take a fair few more blows like this to make him go down.

The Northman right next to you seems to have been put on the defensive by the Hornwood Squire or at least that's what you thought. He throws caution to the wind, his first blow merely glancing, but he does not stop there, he overexerts himself and recklessly goes after his foe, abandoning all defense, striking with whatever strength he could muster.
"FOR MY LORD!"
And strength did he find, his blow strikes with enought force to cause blood drip from his sleeve as he drops his blade. You cannot see through his helmet, but you're certain that despite his heavy breathing, he has a satisfied look on his face.

"FUCK! I'M DOWN! I YIELD!"
On your right, things didn't seem to go as well in the flank as they thought. Lyn Corbray just went down from the reckless strike of your foeman as did one of the Harlaws from a precise blow delivered by one of the Valemen.

It's 4v4 with your side at a slight disadvantage
>Try to finish off the guy you started with and head to right. You want to cover this side before the left falls.
>Try to reinforce the left. The most dangerous guys are there. Arys Oakheart can handle the two remaining squires by himself.

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>>2269584
>Try to finish off the guy you started with and head to right. You want to cover this side before the left falls.
Manuver
Standard attack the same guy

>>2269584

>Try to finish off the guy you started with and head to right. You want to cover this side before the left falls.

Right side it seems.
Give me your actions.

>Buying time: Dodge
>Try to outskill: Disarm (can attempt twice due it being a lesser action)
>Try to overwhelm with strength: Knockdown (can attempt twice due to it being a lesser action)
>Careful hit: Aim and Standard attack
>Defensive attack: Cautious Attack and standard attack
>Aggressive: Two standard attacks.
>More Aggressive: Reckless attack
>Ridiculously Aggressive: Take a Fatigue point, make three standard attacks
>Stupidly Aggressive: Take Two fatigue points, make two reckless attacks.
>Write-in

Accurate descriptions of combat actions there
>>2267589

Rolled 3, 5, 6, 3, 3, 1, 6, 3, 4, 6, 6, 6, 3, 3, 1 = 59 (15d6)

>>2269683
>Ridiculously Aggressive: Take a Fatigue point, make three standard attacks

>>2269687
Rolls made before I call them are not counted regardless of how many sixes you get.

>>2269683
>Aggressive: Two standard attacks.
Save our fatigue points for the final stages of the battle / an emergency.

>>2269683
>Aggressive: Two standard attacks.
Our flanks are protected by our allies, for now, and we have a real chance to even up the battle right here. Let's go all out and try to take this fucker down while we can.

>>2269683
>>Aggressive: Two standard attacks.
No arm shall be left unbroken.

Gimme 10d6 then

Rolled 2, 1, 6, 6, 1, 4, 2, 2, 3, 4 = 31 (10d6)

>>2270185
Break em

Rolled 5, 2, 1, 6, 4, 4, 3, 6, 4, 2 = 37 (10d6)

>>2270185 come you cowards

Rolled 3, 5, 3, 2, 4, 6, 4, 5, 1, 3 = 36 (10d6)

>>2270185

Rolled 3, 1, 1, 6, 4, 1, 2, 6, 2, 2, 5, 6, 4, 2, 3, 1, 1, 4, 5 = 59 (19d6)

Rolled 4, 4, 3, 6, 2, 6, 4, 3, 3, 5, 6, 4, 2, 6, 3, 3, 1, 4, 5, 2, 1, 5, 4, 3, 3 = 92 (25d6)

>>2271517

Rolled 3, 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3 = 15 (7d6)

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>Pressure the Right Flank

If this side falls, I may end up boxed in!
You keep your attention to the right flank, exchanging blow after blow with the squire in front of you. He is at least a head taller than you, maybe more, each of his blows packing significantly more power than yours, but you deflect each of them either from your armor or from your shield while the same could not be said from your blows.
You may be smaller and weaker, but each of your blows has a fair bit more experience behind them, managing to deliver far more impact on the target with each strike, wearing on his joints and bruising the flesh. Still, unlike in the previous matches, these squires refuse to go do down with a single well placed strike.

Whilst you kept wearing down on your opponent, victory on this flank had been all but assured. The cries of "I YIELD! I YIELD!" were music to your ears as Arys Oakheart beat his foe to the ground and moved by your side, your foe clearly unhappy of this development.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPNtR1tFCzA

"Need my help lad?"

With the brief reprieve earned by a new shield by your side, you look at the left flank. Jon Condon tries to keep up his defense the best he can, but his exhaustion could be seen from meager swing he tries to deliver before being struck down by his foe whilst Harras Harlaw is trying to bide for time.

The only thing helping to tip the balance at this point are the gods and you.

>Go take care of the Valeman (guy on your left) whilst I finish off this guy.
>Help me take down this guy. (guy on your right)
>Finish him off (guy on your right), I'll go distract the Valeman while you work (guy on your left)
>Other: Write-in

>>2271561 we are supposed to protect the week and right now the weakest one of our group is not standing next to us he's off in the corner we leave oakheart to take care of this guy we go left

>>2271575 as I recall someone told us they aren't just looking at who wins and who loses .they are also looking at other qualities

>>2271575
Squires take no oaths just so you know.
Also, everyone in this ring is bigger, stronger and tougher than you while you have a nudge better skill at fighting and best of three system.

I would hardly call them weak.

>>2271561
>Go take care of the Valeman (guy on your left) whilst I finish off this guy.

>>2271561
>>Go take care of the Valeman (guy on your left) whilst I finish off this guy.

>>2271753
>>2271755
I gotta go to bed so I'll take this then to keep this rolling.
Choose your actions.

>>2267589
>>2267610

>>2271972
Aim, Fatuige point, rekcless attack

>>2271561
>>Go take care of the Valeman (guy on your left) whilst I finish off this guy.

>>2271972
>Disarm
>Disarm
We've got skill over this guy

>>2272131
This.

>>2272131
ill support

>>2272131
Support

>>2272131
Disarm is a greater action.

Give me 5d6

Rolled 6, 4, 1, 2, 2 = 15 (5d6)

>>2272845
wa-shaa

>>2272845
Forgot mah trip

Rolled 3, 4, 1, 5, 1 = 14 (5d6)

>>2272845
Break his hand!

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Rolled 6, 3, 4, 4, 5 = 22 (5d6)

>>2272845 my blade thirsts for your arm

Rolled 3 (1d8)

1 - North
2 - Northeast
3 - East
4 - Southeast
5 - South
6 - Southwest
7 - West
8 - Northwest

Rolled 6 (1d6)

Good thing it's blunted

Rolled 3, 3, 5, 5, 5, 4, 3, 1, 2, 4, 6 = 41 (11d6)

Rolled 3, 5, 3, 3, 4, 3, 5, 3, 2, 5 = 36 (10d6)

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>Go take care of the Valeman

"Since you offered..."
You point at the Squire with your sword that just took down the northman covering your left side.
"I'll try to finish up here. Make sure he won't disturb me."
"Got it."
He sprints into a run with his sword and shield raised, charging at the appointed target and crashing onto the enemy's guard with enough force to push the lad back a bit.

You turn to face your enemy and tap your sword to your shield, assuming a stance like a Roman Legionnaire, locking eyes with your foe.
"Come on then mate, let's have it."
No more encouragement was needed. Your foe upon you like a whirlwind, furiosly striking with great force upon you, trying his best to go over your shield until finally the guard of his blade hits over the shield whilst your blade descended upon his wrist.

>22 vs 14, Disarm succesful

There was no time for him to draw his weapon back. The twisting motion with the full force of your body behind it paired with the weakened grip from the pain caused by your blow resulted in the sword flying off with such force that it landed out of bounds.
Finding himself a weapon, he immediately backs off with his hands up as your blade is pointed towards him. "I yield! I yield!"

With Arys' sufficient distraction, Harras Harlaw seemed to finally get some decent hits in whilst your foes are now on the defensive. The Fight is nearing at it's end.

3v2 You have the upper hand.

>Use fatigue. Move and Reckless attack to try and finish one of them off!
>Move and Assist Arys Oakheart (+2 to his rolls)
>Move and Standard attack the Vale knight
>Let your seniors fight whilst you take a breather (skip turn)

>>2273042
>Use fatigue. Move and Reckless attack to try and finish one of them off!

>>2273042
>Use fatigue. Move and Reckless attack to try and finish one of them off!

Presumably the point restores after the fight, correct?

Sorry for misleading you into thinking Disarm was a minor action initially. My bad.
This Quest is largely a learning exercise in the ASOIAF rpg system for me.

>>2273088
No trouble, it worked out.

>>2273042
Use fatigue. Move and Reckless attack to try and finish one of them off!

>>2273042
>>Move and Assist Arys Oakheart (+2 to his rolls)

>>2273087
Takes 4 hours of resting to restore a point of fatigue. Won't be an issue unless you plan on getting into a fight right after this.

>>2273051
>>2273087
>>2273112
Right, recklessly forward then.
Give me 6d6

Rolled 3, 5, 6, 3, 3, 4 = 24 (6d6)

>>2273180
For Dosh!!!

Rolled 1, 4, 4, 6, 4, 3 = 22 (6d6)

>>2273180
Now that I think about it, it might be better to just watch so we have nicer odds in the final bout.

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

>>2273180
Rollan

Rolled 5, 6, 4, 1, 3, 6 = 25 (6d6)

>>2273180

If you had rolled just 1 higher, you'd have been able to crit him down with 1 blow.

Rolled 4, 1, 5, 2, 5, 5, 5, 4, 3, 1, 5, 3, 6, 3, 2, 6, 4, 1, 1, 3, 1, 2, 5 = 77 (23d6)

Rolled 2, 6, 1, 1, 4, 2, 5, 6 = 27 (8d6)

>>2273292

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>Move, Reckless attack
>21, three degrees of success

'Time to go all out' you thought to yourself as you went for the squire that Arys just had engaged. Leaving yourself open for counterattack, you put your entire body to the swing against the valeman, striking him on the bicep with enough force to definitely leave a bruise. That definitely got his attention. You kept swinging at him as his attention shifted towards you.

In his attempt to respond to this new assailant his attention shifted from Arys to you. With this opportunity your teammate delivered a precise blow to the back of his knee, causing him to topple and fall. The Valeman pleads from the dirt as Arys points his blade at him. "I Yield! I Yield!"
"I accept your surrender."

As the squire begins to scurry off to the sidelines, Arys gives you a thumbs up. "Well struck!"
Turning your eyes at the last foe you watch as the Harlaw squire fights with his opponent. As you were about to move towards him, Arys grabs your shoulder and halts you. "Let them have this Honor. It would be unchivalrous to intervene."

The remaining foe seems to be getting desperate as Harras is wearing him down, but both sides are going to walk from this fight with bruises by the looks of it.

>"We're Squires not Knights, perhaps we ought to act like it?"
>"Perhaps we should ask if he wants to switch at least?"
>"You're right. Let him prove himself in front of the Lords and Ladies."
>Write-in

>>2273356
>>Write-in
"Fifty silver on Harras" Stand and watch.

>>2273356
>"You're right. Let him prove himself in front of the Lords and Ladies."

>>2273356
>"You're right. Let him prove himself in front of the Lords and Ladies."
We are of knightly stock, after all; let's act like it.

>>2273356
>"You're right. Let him prove himself in front of the Lords and Ladies."

>>2273356

this>>2273363


We go full gamblin

Rolled 4, 2, 1, 5, 3, 1, 5, 4 = 25 (8d6)

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>Let them Fight
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKdJ6DnPhzk

[1/2]

You sheathe your sword
"Let him have this chance to prove himself then. In front of all the Lords and Ladies in attendance."
"Well said."

Arys and you watch the clash between Harras and the Valeman bearing the black and grey shield. The two squires with their foreboding devices exchanged blows fiercely, but the reckless strikes of the valeman left him open for the more tempered blows by Harras as he struck with more disciplined attacks.

The Vale squire definitely was putting on the hurt.
You're unsure if you could remain standing after taking the sort sort of hits that Harras was putting up with, however, he gave as good as he got and then some. For every harsh blow he took, not once did he fail to return it by exploiting the openings left by his foeman's aggressive stance.

Steel met steel and flesh was bruised underneath the chain and gambeson in the wake of the stabs and thrusts of the two squires. The final blow until knees gave in was a fierce mirrored strike on the helmets of both of the contestants until the knees gave in whilst one of them lost his balance.

Victorious, the Ironborn squire stood looming over the Valeman was panting on the ground out of breath. Whilst he did not say he yielded, it was obvious from his demeanour that there was no fight left in him.

Arys Oakheart wasted no time to go and grab to raise Harras' hand in triumph for the audience to see which reciprocated this gesture with claps and cheers. In the crowd you recognized some familiar faces too. Your family, the Frey Bannermen you had been playing darts with and the socialites from the capital all seemed to have come and watch the fight and were giving applause with approval written on their faces.

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>>2275192

[2/2]

The Fight was concluded and you each returned to your tents for a brief time for to be checked up by their respective Maesters, should there be any need for such. All that would remain after that is the ransom ceremony and tomorrow, the last day of the Squire's melee and the beginning of the Opening ceremony games right and proper.

As Hector entered your tent, he was all smiles.
"Well done my faithful squire! Did you see the crowds? The roaring applause you received?"
You unfasten your helmet and take a drink of water
"I think they were clapping for Harras Harlaw weren't they?"
"You're the youngest contestant still in the lists. Word is now spreading that you're a prodigy with a sword unlike any other. Nobody would expect a 13 year old boy to make it past the first round and now you're entering the final bouts. Some of the servants are also talking about how they saw you craft your own armor for this bout, forging plate armor himself using the long neglected tools of Harrenhal predating Aegon's conquest."
You narrow your eyes at Ser Hector
"I see. No doubt you had a hand in this?"
He pats you on the shoulder.
"It's only natural for a Knight to boast the achievements of his Squire, no?"
You roll your eyes. 'Good grief, he's really getting into this.'

Changing the subject
"Right. So, about the matter of the ransom."
"Yes, the first one you downed was from the Reach like yourself. House Samstone I think they called it? Somewhere in the borderlands with the Westerlands and Reach a house of knights of relatively minor status. Educated guess would presume they were founded by some Ser Sam or another.

The second one was a Riverlander from House Hawick. His family is seated in Saltpans a decently wealthy house. Not quite so prominent as the Darrys, the Freys, the Tullys or the Mallisters, but they are definitely up there in terms wealth and power. Much of the Salt in Riverlands is produced by their lands."

"Far as I can tell, both are far enough away to be relatively inconsequential to your house, so how do you wish to handle this?"

>Ask them the traditional ransom. I don't exactly have a nestegg like they do. (Market price for the equipment)
>Let's be magnanimous and give them a discount. (Request half the market price for equipment.)
>Let's be sporting and demand no ransom
>Write-in (what?)

Total value of Ransom: 1300 Silver Stags

Tailored Maille armor - 750ss
Regular Maille armor - 500ss
Shields - 30 ss each

>>2275194
>Ask them the traditional ransom. I don't exactly have a nestegg like they do. (Market price for the equipment)
We've gone with tradition so far (except for Nutpunch McNadwallop); it'd look weird if we arbitrarily changed now.

>>2275194 I say ask for half

>>2275194
>>Let's be magnanimous and give them a discount. (Request half the market price for equipment.)

>>2275194
>Let's be magnanimous and give them a discount. (Request half the market price for equipment.)
They were damn fine opponents.

>>2275198
>>2275194
>Ask them the traditional ransom. I don't exactly have a nestegg like they do. (Market price for the equipment)

>>2275194
>>Let's be magnanimous and give them a discount. (Request half the market price for equipment.)

>>2275194

>Let's be magnanimous and give them a discount. (Request half the market price for equipment.)

Without any specifications, I'll take it this will refer to both of the ones you downed.

>>2275194
>>Ask them the traditional ransom. I don't exactly have a nestegg like they do. (Market price for the equipment)

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"Let's ask for half the market price this time around."
"You sure about that?"
"Well, they didn't go down from one hit despite my best efforts. I'll recognize that much. Besides, I've gotten along rather well with the Riverlanders I've met thus far, so why not keep that going?"
You give a smug look at Ser Hector
"Or wouldn't you agree?"

He scratches his chin and looks at you with narrowed eyes.
"Yes, that is a good angle to go with."
"Pardon?"
"Tell them that you've been impressed by the Riverlands by your visit. It's warriors, it's lands and the hospitality of it's people to such an extent that you could never ask a greater ransom from a squire of riverlands as you would of your own countrymen from this day onwards."
"That sounds a bit over the top don't it? Wouldn't you be able to handle it much better?"
"It's much better if it comes from your mouth. Trust me, nothing earns you the love of the crowds like truthful flattery in the right moments."
There was truth in those words.
Now it is but history to you, lingering memory from decades past, but you can still recall how that event shook the world. An American election where one side tried to shame people into voting for her, whilst the other did not much else but keep telling them how great and smart and special they are.
Needless to say, the latter won out.

> Try to make a show of it, attempting to inflate the Ego of the riverlanders.
> Be more humble about it. They fought well and that's that.
> Write-in: Something Else

Urgh, now that is an ugly wall of text. Really should not have written it with tablet

>>2275588
>> Try to make a show of it, attempting to inflate the Ego of the riverlanders.

>>2275588
>> Try to make a show of it, attempting to inflate the Ego of the riverlanders.
MRGA... were the Riverlands ever actually great?

>>2275674
Make Harrnehal Great Again.

>>2275674
They were petty Kings of their own right at one point, but they're right now not counted as one of the Seven Kingdoms because they were conquered by Ironborn when Aegon arrived.

Tullys didn't really have that much room negotiating room as they deserted Harren the Black to serve under Aegon, so they were never truly granted the status of a Kingdom nor a Wardenship of their region.

It's kinda funny that in terms of status overall, Riverlands is technically behind Iron Islands because of this as Iron Islands are counted as one of the Seven Kingdoms, but in practice, riverlands is wealthier, though disunited.

Lacking a Warden status or a proper Viceroy like the other regions have sort of meant that drawing manpower from the region has always been a crapshoot, which is why Riverlands is technically seen as possibly the weakest militarily which is why a lot of the wars tend to find their way there.

Regardless of which side you are on, the riverlords will be bound to be disunited enough that both will gain men from there.

>>2275588
> Try to make a show of it, attempting to inflate the Ego of the riverlanders.
A little scrotum-moistening never went amiss, and networking *is* one of our primary goals at this swingin' shindig.

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>>2275866
>>2275674
>>2275622

Roll for Persuasion 3d6

Rolled 3, 3, 2 = 8 (3d6)

>>2275937

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

>>2275937
Persuadin' bawse.

Rolled 5, 2, 2 = 9 (3d6)

>>2275937

How mediocre

>>2276207
>Alright plebs, I know you don't have two coppers to rub together, and since I'm such a nice guy I decided to give you a break on the ransom so you don't have to rent out your mom just to buy back your crap.

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

>>2275937
WE WILL MAKE HARRENHAL GREAT AGAIN! NO MORE IRONBORN RAIDERS STEALING OUR WEALTH, RIVERLANDERS FIRST.

>>2276431 considering one of the dudes we will be standing next to while we do this is ironborn that would be a poor choice of words

>>2276392
The Lord of banter.

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> Try to make a show of it, attempting to inflate the Ego of the riverlanders.
>10
>1 degrees of success

[1/2]

"Alright then, we'll do it your way and see how it goes."
"Trust me, it'll be great."

The Ceremonial exchange of arms was due once again. You and your teammates emerged from their tents led by their knightly masters, lining up once again to pay tribute for the victors.

First stood Harras Harlaw whom vanquished a squire from House Tollet. Harras demanded a traditional ransom to pay the ransom of his kinsman's equipment, after him stood Boremund Harlaw, whom was vanquished by squire from House Redfort. The Ransom was met with the forementioned coin.

Next stood, Kyle Condon whom vanquished Squire from House Hornwood but was himself vanquished by squire from House Redfort. He requested a traditional ransom for his equipment, which was paid. Redforts requested merely a formal ransom for Condon's gear.

After him, you, Arthur Tallon, whom vanquished squires from Houses Samstone and Hawick. You stepped forth instead of Ser Hector to state your ransom and repeat word to word what Ser Hector told you to say.
"During my visit, I've been impressed by the Riverlands. It's warriors, it's lands and the hospitality of it's people to such an extent that I could never ask a greater ransom from a squire of riverlands as I would of my fellow Reachmen."
"Thus, I merely request half of the usual ransom from the both of you."

The Hawick Squire, fair bit taller than you steps forth, shakes your hand and places a coin pouch on it and takes his gear. The Samstone squire follows suit. You at least think you've left a good first impression on both of them.

After you, would stand Jon Wensington, whom was vanquished by the squire from Hawick. The Knightly master of the Hawick squire would request that a traditional ransom be paid and the price was met.
After him, Lyn Corbray, whom was vanquished by a squire of House Fell. He too paid traditional ransom for his gear, but you could tell from his face that he was not particularily happy about losing.

Finally stood forth Arys Oakheart, vanquisher of squires from houses Redfort, Hersy and Fell.
"I shall not request any ransom be paid by the foes defeated by me this day, save for a formal ransom as recognition for his part in defeat of the valiant Squire Redfort."
Hersy and Fell squires would receive their gear this day without a ransom and the Redfort Squire would pay half of the usual ransom.
Upon receiving the coin pouch Arys walks to you and hands it over to you.
"Good deeds won't be unrewarded."

For a moment you wonder if he too was instructed by his knightly master to pull that stunt or if it just came naturally to him.

>You have received 655ss from your ransoms and 390ss from Arys Oakheart
>You now have a total sum of: 1045 silver stags

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[2/2]

With the exchange of arms concluded, both teams left from their own sides and the ring was prepared for the next contestants.

"So Hector, how'd I do?"
"A bit stiff first performance, but in time it'll come more naturally."
"So, guess I'm going to the semifinals then?"
Hector was all smiles as you trod away from the tourney grounds. Two of you took a break and decided to sit on some stone benches to rest. That fight did take a bit more out of you than you were used to.

"You alright Arthur?"
"Just a bit tired from the fighting. I pushed myself pretty hard and still couldn't make them drop as fast as I'd like."
"That's because many of these squires are almost knights themselves and there's no easy way to take down a knight. They're tough and well bred. That Arys Oakheart for one, he's already good enough to give most hedge knights a run for their money."
"What about my brother, how would you compare Arys to him?"
"From what I can tell, your brother might be a bit slower in his movements but he's also a bit more skilled both in use of his armor and in his skill at arms."
"So which one would win?"
"That's for gods to decide."

You've a bit free time before the feast, should you wish to partake in it.

Go hang with a member of your household?
>Your brother
>Your father
>Your mother
>Maester Jorvan

Gambling?
>Gambling – All in
>Gambling – Half in
>Gambling – Write in
>Gambling – Not in

Something else?
>Explore Harrenhal
>Go hang around with some of the contestants
>Go hang around with some of the people you met before
>Write-in

>>2278123
>Your mother
Haven't spent much time with mumsy yet.

>Gambling – Half in
We've already gambled most of our money, and I'd like us to keep at least a little walking around cash.

>>2278123
>Maester Jorvan
>Gambling – Half in
>Explore Harrenhal

>>2278123
>Mother
>Half-in

>>2278123 I vote for having a conversation with the Harlot who squeezed us out 13 years ago and only putting half the money into the Gamble

>>2278193
In a month or so it'll be 14, but you know, details.

>>2278123
>>Your mother
>Gambling – Not in

>>Your mother
>Gambling – Half in

>>2278123
>>Your mother
>Gambling – Half in

>>2278130
>>2278185
>>2278193
>>2278373
>>2278423

>Keep some pocket money, gamble rest
>Go talk to the birthgiver

Got it. Will write an update after I wake up.
Until then, how have you been enjoying this run?
Any criticism?
Directions you hope this quest to take?

I am very much running this quest with the intent of putting a gun in your hand and seeing what you will do with it.

>>2279440 we should definitely pick up some camp followers of some kind and interact with people who we travel with

>>2279440
Sky captain all the way

>>2279440
I'm enjoying it very much so far.
The only criticism I have (and It's very minor) is that the tournament is staring to drag a little, but since we're into the semi-finals now that's not exactly a deal-breaker.

Hopefully at some point we'll be able to resume our tech build-up, as we were just beginning to build up a decent head of steam in our last life on that front. Also, some payback against the hill-people would be nice.

How long is it untill Robert's rebellion?

>>2279823
Some months. At the start of the next year, you ought to see raised levies being mobilized and marching out to war.

Lyanna doesn't get kidnapped in the tourney after all.

>>2281511
Thanks!

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>Gamble half of your money
>Go and hang with the birthgiver

[1/2]

Once again you went and upped the bets. The Bookie resisted at first as he did before. He clearly had reservations about the gambling age, but as you were a nobleman and legally an adult, he could not really refuse you if you insisted.

And insist you did. Your total sum of bets now amounts to a whopping 3630 silver stags, a little over 17 Gold Dragons. No small amount of money even back when you had your own ship. In fact, you could have maybe haggled that price on a longship in the Isles if you drove a particularly hard bargain for it.

Still, if things work out as you predict, you stand to gain a rather sizeable sum of money by any Lord's standards. By your calculations, it ought to be somewhere around 1500 Gold Dragons that you stand to gain right now, should everything go as planned. You've already passed the point where this is going to be low profile if you win, but considering Hector's deference towards boasting, you doubt that was ever an option.

Finishing that business, into next order of business.
Meeting with your mother. Relationship you have with her is much rather formal, much like with your father. She was not really one to breastfeed her children as such was the duty of the wetnurses. Not that you're complaining about that of course. Sucking on the teat of someone that's not related to you is considerably less awkward when you've developed reservations towards that sort of thing, so the arrangement suit you just fine.

Most interactions you had with that woman was when the servants presented the children to their parents after they had finished their work and dinner began and the occasional time when they felt like offering some input on the way the two of you were raised. Distant overseeing figures, but nevertheless ones that had an interest in seeing how you and your brother developed.

The room of your parents was quite sizeable by comparison to yours, having a fireplace and a balcony cut into the wall facing the courtyard. She was sitting at a table with cups and a pitcher on it, going through ledgers as managing the finances of the household was after all a job left for the women. She had a maid in the room waiting, overseeing her needs as she worked the abacus.
As you peeked from the door she halted her work and waved you to come over.
"Good afternoon mother."
"Good afternoon son."
You recognized the bed in the room. It was the same one they slept in at Knight's Refuge.
"You hauled that old thing all the way up here?"
"Why ever not? It is a good bed. Tell me, what brings you to me? We see so little of you these days with you being a squire and all. Did you suddenly decide you missed your mother?"
"You ask that from a teenager and expect him to be honest?"
She chuckles and gestures you to sit.
"Snarky. You made your father very proud today you know."
"It's good that he's happy then."
"Yes, it is."

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>>2281760
She smiles thinly
"I heard from your father that you were scouted by some houses to serve as a sworn sword."
"I've had the heir of House Throng and the Lord of House Nayland have express interest thus far."
"Hmm... Nayland and Throng are both vassal houses far from us. It is doubtful that we'd have much if anything to gain from sending you to serve them."
"Wait. You sending me? I thought this would be my choice. Father said as much at the very least."
She sips from her cup and keeps smiling at you.
"It is, but at the same time you've a duty to your family. In the future, we may have need to ask of you to serve someone. For sake of our house."
"Is this about that thing with the increased tariffs?"
"We'll see. We must see what providence graces us until we can do more, just... don't sell yourself for a knighthood. You have no rush in that regard."
"I doubt that Ser Hector would hold out on me like that."
"I wouldn't know about that. He's a crafty man. Lords are now throwing their sons at him now thanks to you. No doubt that after the tourney, he'll become a wealthy man unless he will embarrass himself in the jousts."
"I very much doubt he will. He's good horseman."

>Your mother is the person that generally handles matters of courtly intrigue and finances in your house. Is there anything specific you'd like to ask from her?

>Y (wot)
>N (not)

Sorry, was running out of steam when writing options.

Potential options:
>"Can I help check your accounts?" [Cunning]
>"Can you help introduce me to some people at the feast." (She can mainly help with nobility from the Reach)
>"Any tips for the feast?"

>>2281771
>"Can you help introduce me to some people at the feast." (She can mainly help with nobility from the Reach)
>"Any tips for the feast?"

>>2281764
>"Which house would you see me serve, were the choice yours alone?"
>"Can you help introduce me to some people at the feast?" (She can mainly help with nobility from the Reach)

>>2281771
Ask for introductions and offer help with the accounts

>>2281771
>"Can you help introduce me to some people at the feast." (She can mainly help with nobility from the Reach)
>"Any tips for the feast?"

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>Help with introductions
>Any tips with the feast?

"Father tells me you're experienced with feasts and mingling with the high society. Do you have any tips for me?"
She smiles knowingly
"I do. I hear you've been rather gregarious and that's good. Knowing more people is never a bad thing, but the key is to a long lasting friendship is to know what you want and what the person you are talking to wants."

This way out of your area of expertise.
"How does that help me if I don't have what they want?"
"Then you must simply find a way to acquire it. Much like a merchant buys low and sells high to grow his business, so too it works with favors."
You furrow your brows
"Sounds rather complicated."
"It's something that gods either gave you a talent for or they didn't. Don't worry about it too much, your father isn't much good at it either. That's why he has me."
Hmmm....

"By the way, could you make some introductions for me during the feast?"
"Oh? Did you have someone special in your mind? Some noble Lady strike your fancy?"
"Just people you think it ought to be good for me to know please."
She ponders on that for a moment.
"You already are acquainted with Lord Tarly's banners I trust? Surely you must after serving as a page for him?"
"I did pour some drinks for Alesburys, Grainhands, Dunners and Alvertons, yes."
"Then you already know the people you ought to know. Unless you have someone specific in mind, I'm not sure I can help you."

>Do you know anyone from the Arbor? Working in the most powerful navy in the Seven Kingdoms ought to be not only prestigious, but it could get our house friends from faraway places.

>Do you know anyone from Oldtown? When Bob inherits, he's going to need a right-hand man. Forging a few links in the Oldtown could help a long way.

>Do you know anyone from Highgarden? Their patronage is what keeps our household afloat after all.

>Write-in:

>>2285370
>Arbor

>>2285370
>Arbor
But also ask what she would think of us forging a few links, if not necessarily becoming a magister.

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>>2285370
>Do you know anyone from Oldtown? When Bob inherits, he's going to need a right-hand man. Forging a few links in the Oldtown could help a long way.
Let's get close to the action & see if we can influence events!

Pic unrelated.

>>2285370
>>Do you know anyone from Oldtown? When Bob inherits, he's going to need a right-hand man. Forging a few links in the Oldtown could help a long way.
From here we could work to make even more cheddre

>>2285370
>Oldtown

>>2285370

>Do you know anyone from Oldtown? When Bob inherits, he's going to need a right-hand man. Forging a few links in the Oldtown could help a long way.

>>2285370
>Do you know anyone from Oldtown? When Bob inherits, he's going to need a right-hand man. Forging a few links in the Oldtown could help a long way.

Oldtown would be a decent location to start working on speculative engineering.

They ought to know many useful things such as locations for the natural resources we might end up needing.

If we will study in Oldtown for the war, I say we try and learn of whatever they have written on natural resources whether they be plants, stone, metal or gas.

Millcraft would also be great thing to learn in case we make engines at any point.

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>>2287553
>>2286189
>>2285883
>>2285833
>>2285822
>>2285677

>Oldtown
Alrighty then

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>Do you know anyone from Oldtown?

"Do you know anyone from Oldtown? Bob's going to need a right-hand man. No doubt it'd be helpful if I were to forge a few links at the Citadel and make some friends while doing it."
"Good points, but there's one small flaw with that plan."
"What's that?"
"You'll never be able to convince your father to sponsor such an endeavor. After the performance you showed, he's had his eyes set on training you to a Champion for Lord Randyll you know."
"What if I were to pay for it from my own pocket?"
She chuckles
"Then I suggest you start saving. I hear tuition in the Citadel costs very dearly indeed."
"Maybe I'll win big and use that money to pay my tuition."
She smiles
"Anointed Knight and a Scholar? That would certainly by something."
"So... will you introduce me to someone?"
She thinks for a moment and then nods with a smile.
"I'll look into getting you an in to Oldtown's high society during the feast. I'll let you know how it works out. If it's just the Citadel however, Maester Jorvan will be able to pull more strings than a mere woman like me ever could."
"Thank you, I appreciate it."
She extends her arms
"Come then, give your mother a hug and show it."
You stand from your seat to awkwardly accept her embrace before letting go.
"Still the reserved and solitary boy as you were when you left. I'd had hoped a bit of Ser Hector's brazen nature had rubbed off on you by now."
"Sorry, it's just... weird."
In neither of your previous lives, you had particularily good memories of parents. In the second life, much of the parental affection was shown in form of beatings, verbal abuse with liberating pauses of neglect in between.
In this life, your parents were largely absent, but seemed to care about how you lived your life, enough that they'd be willing to

In your first life however...

>You were raised by the state. Unwanted child that never got adopted.
>You parents were convicted criminals. You were raised by your uncle, helping out in his car repair shop.
>Your parents were part of a cult and tried to induct you into their sect as well. You left as soon as you were of legal age seeking freedom.
>You were raised by the TV. Your mother divorced your father when you were too young to remember her face and focused too much on her career to be there.

>>2287800

>You were raised by the TV. Your mother divorced your father when you were too young to remember her face and focused too much on her career to be there.

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>>2287800
>You were raised by the TV. Your mother divorced your father when you were too young to remember her face and focused too much on her career to be there.
Perhaps we found GoT via the show first? Also helps explain our science & engineering know-how if we were a shy, antisocial, nerd.

Pic somewhat related.

>>2287800
>>You were raised by the TV. Your mother divorced your father when you were too young to remember her face and focused too much on her career to be there.

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>>2287808
>>2287880
>>2287884

>You were raised by the TV. Your mother divorced your father when you were too young to remember her face and focused too much on her career to be there.

Your first life was not a particularly happy nor unhappy one.
Typical story however, you ended up being raised by the screen, went to state school, had a few friends who liked the same shows and games as you did and in adulthood your paths diverged with your friends as everyone went their own separate ways. Some got married and made careers for themselves, one committed suicide, few ended up social recluses living off welfare.

You ended up studying to be a repairman for heavy machinery. Whatever repairs they couldn't do at the shop, you'd often end up overseeing the installation of the new parts on the spot.
The company made it's money by selling repair and maintenance services, producing it's own custom parts on demand to mining and forestry companies with the occasional construction company.

When the recession hit, you weren't laid off because you were one of the few that could handle a wide variety of tasks. You didn't really have much of a formal degree for most of the jobs you did, but whether it was installations, making parts, taking measurements or simply maintaining the equipment at the shop, you could handle it.

You didn't really consider yourself a loner, but you didn't really have any friends outside of your work either. You spent most of your time with machines, whether it was in work or at home. There was no real shortage of money, so you ended up trying things that seemed interesting and then getting bored of it within a two or three months.

Musketry was one of those things. When you got excited with it, you even learned to make the powder yourself. That Musket would be left on the wall after you stopped feeling like going to the range. You had this habit when consuming media as well. When you got interested on a show, you'd likely end up reading the novels and playing the video games as well.

Then it all ended and you ended up up in here.
Neither heaven nor hell, but a savage world of fantasy with few comforts and many dangers, whilst still always aware of the things you're missing.

Will write the feast stuff tomorrow

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>>2287971
See you then, Rad!

>>2287971
Thought I would let you know that this quest always makes my day just that little bit brighter when I read it
Thanks

We should get a mansion and strike out on our own at some point. I'd rather we didn't end up living like our parents dictate.

Can't do research if we have a full time job as a hired knight.

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Roll up a 6d6.
Two of your stats is being tested right now. Highest of 3.

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

>>2290025

Rolled 3, 1, 3, 1, 3, 2 = 13 (6d6)

>>2290025 I will not live up to my name this time

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

>>2290025
Dice

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

>>2290025

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Once again the guests from all across the Seven Kingdoms converge to pay tribute to Harlaus. Time for feasting was nigh and the tables were once again filled with good foods, serving people by the hundreds.

The Costs of the catering alone must have been mind boggling when you consider these festivities would likely keep on going for a few more weeks and the amount of knights and nobility at this assembly seems to grow day by day.

Much of the food is probably local produce, paid as tax by the peasantry dwelling in these ample lands of Harrenhal. The Surrounding lands seemed fertile enough, the castle alone has a goddamn forest within it's walls, it's situated in the heart of Westeros and if Harren the Black had the foresight to build this castle on a mineral rich area, there might even be mines built into the castle itself.

The Wealth of House Whent was displayed in ample quantities at the feast for all to see. You could count the number of noble families capable of pulling this off with your fingers, so grand were the festivities and this was likely but a prelude for things to come.

Walking through the feast hall, you saw your mother at work, socializing with a herd of noblewomen wearing the telltale fashion of reach nobility doing what women liked to do even in your first life. Get drunk on red wine, laugh and gossip.

You decided to not bother her when she worked her magic. She would let you know if she found someone, until then, there was still the food and games to enjoy. The Feast was truly a party. There were certain formalities, sure, but overall it was rather enjoyable. One could easily get lost on the revelry and diversions without actually getting anything done. Games, food, drink, music and dancing in the evenings and fighting during the days.

>???
>0 degrees of success

As you went to get yourself a refill of the sweet, low-alcohol beer they were serving, one of the servants approached you. "Excuse me honoured guest, you are Arthur Tallon, yes?"
The Servant was a young lad who couldn't possibly be older than you, clearly wearing an uniform belonging to House Whent. He had a pimpled face and an auburn hair in bowl cut.
"This is correct, squire of Hector Heronford."
"I was to relay you that Master Whent was impressed with your performance in the melee and wishes to have a talk with you in private if you would."

>How do you respond?

I don't trust this. Its an ambush

>>2290151
Don't believe a word of it. Probably a trap by sore losers to beat us up.

Let's say something like we're too young and inexperienced to meet such an important figure on our own and ask our master to come with us.

This is why you need pistols.
If we follow him to the private booth, we should at least tell people we are going.

>>2290170
There are guards at the feast for the security of the guests just so you know.

>>2290179
Can they hear commotion in the private booths?

>>2290182
There's guards near the entrances to the private booths as well. Frankly, there's guards pretty much everywhere. With this much nobility and royalty around, you can't exactly skimp on security.
It's reasonable to assume that there's couple of guards at most every entrance and exit.

They'd probably be able to hear if you screamed for help if that's what you're worried about.

>>2289641
I dunno; what, exactly, does a knight do all day? Some training, I presume, but that can't take all of his time, and he isn't *always* fighting & such.

How much spare time does a knight have?

>>2290151
>"Very well; lead the way."
I don't think we're about to be jumped in the feasting hall, even in a private booth.

>>2290275
Knight does essentially whatever his lord demands of him, but as fighting isn't that common place there are other duties that befall him besides the obvious wartime duties.

>Lord could order squires to be trained under a Knight he pays for at his leisure.
>Knights would oftentimes be or simply work alongside the Master-at-arms, helping to drill and train the personal guard of the Lord he serves.
>Knights could be dispatched under the orders of the Lord oversee tasks being done as a knight is expected to be capable of leading men to a degree. One such task would be to assist the bailiff in apprehending criminals or to simply provide security when the Lord's men collect taxes.
>When not dispatched, Knights would be expected to serve as bodyguards to his Lord's family.

The amount of spare time that a Knight has depends much on what sort of lord you are working for and your expected duties will largely determine the amount of salary that you will get.
If you're just a prestige hire, you can expect a fair bit of free time when you're not on dispatch, but most lords would likely find plenty of work for the knights they hire, easily enough to fill up a standard 10 hour workday.
Naturally, you do have days off as well, it's not 7 days a week work.

Good Knight is essential for running of a region to the point that when a Knight manages to keep a region running smoothly with minimum effort on his part, he'd grant those lands to the knight to manage in order to keep such a competent man in his service. Steady tax revenue and public order are the primary concerns of lords after all.
Sometimes these Landed Knights grow more powerful than their own Lieges due to being more competent, which causes an interesting political landscape in that region.

>>2290333
>minimum effort on his liege's part
Basically, the more responsibility the knights can handle, the more likely they're to become landed knights.
Of course, there's always backroom deals as well which circumvent this.

If you're just a killer on a horse and that's all you do, you'll probably not end up having long term employment save as an occupational force.

>>2290333
Torn between trying to get into oldtown and trying to get our our fief.

>>2290333
>>2290344
So what are the odds that we could obtain a lordship of our own during Robert's rebellion? What kind of heroics/wanton butchery would be required to get us noticed by Merry king Bob?

>>2290151
Let's go then

>>2291299
I'm sure if we kill Jon Snow with a well placed shot, we'd be a shoe in.

>>2291299
Pretty low considering reach is on the losing side.
Of course, there are couple of things you could pull that would guarantee you one.

Killing Ned Stark, Robert Baratheon or Jon Arryn during the war would definitely guarantee you a lordship from Arys, but that claim will be unlikely to be honored if you lose the war.

You could always become a turncloak and try to capture one of the Targs. That will certainly endear you enough to Robert, but it would sour your relationship with Tarlys. Alternatively returning Lyanna to Robert or Ned would also work, but you do not know the exact location of the tower of joy.

Hypothetically it is also possible to try and make one of the lords paramount owe you enough that they would grant you a fief of your own as well, but you being so young, they would be inclined to grant such titles to your seniors unless you do something truly heroic.

Finally, there's the more neutral method that is less likely to create enemies to you. You show up at the door of one of the High Lords or the King himself with an invention he cannot say no to.
Suitably impressed, you might be granted a region with it's incomes in order to guarantee a supply of this product.

If it's a Lordship you truly want, you could spend your time designing and creating an unrivaled warship and then bringing that to bear during the Greyjoy Rebellion.

Of course, if you build an airship, the mere prestige of having you as a vassal ought to guarantee you a small fief in any realm due to the fame it would earn you and this is including outside of Westeros.

>>2292276
I do still need the answer.
>Accept invite
>Decline politely
>Write-in

>>2292283
>Accept invite

>>2292283

>Accept invite

>>2292283
Slow day eh? Maybe just the timezones?

>>2292565
Much of the active users tend to surface after I go to bed.
This is also why it sort of has evolved to 1 update per day mostly.

>>2292689 that's a problem for me as well

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Unexpected. You might have expected being invited to these sort of things if you won tomorrow, but now? Smells a bit fishy. Still, there's guards everywhere. It's unlikely that it's a trap or anything, but at the same time they might be bribed.

Your curiosity got the better of you however.
"Very well. I shall accept his invitation."
"If you'd please follow me then."

He guides you towards one of the side rooms in the feast hall. The Room was furnished with wooden couches surrounding a sturdy table in the middle and cheap tapestries covering the stone walls.
Light was provided by lanterns, one hung from each corner of the roof and one hanging from the center.

"Please wait here whilst I shall fetch Master Whent. Feel free to partake on the spread whilst waiting. Token of hospitality my master."

On the table, the food is clearly exquisite. Small cakes of strawberry, blueberry and lemons with a bowl of whipped cream and a little keg of cider that has a tap from which one could fill his cup if needed.

> Will you partake?

> Sure. It's been a while since I actually got to eat something that's actually sweet.
> Nah. I'm almost 70 by now. People my age ought to be eating clementines in a locker room naked, not having pastries.
> Write-in?

Forgot mah trip

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>>2292766 sample the food sparingly but leave the cider one cannot be too careful.

Even if you are of the opinion that we and old man do not need such things consider that those who look at us still see a 13 year old Noble boy. If we show them a little bit of what they expect to see from one such person, any plots the plan around him would be geared towards that

>>2292766
sample the food sparingly but leave the cider one cannot be too careful.

>>2292863
>>2292840
Sorta tempted to take a single bite out of every single piece of cake like that guy at work

>>2292871
You mean, intentionally pick up a bit of everything, leaving quite visible bite marks in middle of the little cakes but not finishing them?
Do you want leave the cup right next to the coaster too?

>>2292896
I mean only after I first left my first cup half full and loudly complained about it, while getting a second one

>>2292896
Getting poison vibes, we could always make it look like we nibbled a bit and just pocket the evidence

>>2292766
Leave it. If we want food I'm sure we can get our hands on some elsewhere once our little tête-à-tête here has concluded; right now this could easily be an attempt at poisoning or maybe just a revenge prank (the cream is actually dog-jizz or something). Either way, best play it safe.

Don't drink the cider, either.

>>2292871
>>2292896
>>2292900

Definitely don't do any of these things; we're not trying to shock them into submission with our appalling table-manners. They don't even have monocles to drop, anyway.

>>2292766
> Write-in?
>Slowly eat a strawberry cake until they show up.

>>2292766
> Nah. I'm almost 70 by now. People my age ought to be eating clementines in a locker room naked, not having pastries.

>pocket a bit of the pastries to make it look like we ate, test it out on an animal later

>>2293123
Do Noblemen's formal clothes even have pockets?

>>2293162
Where else would they keep clandestine messages & secret, little, vials of poison?

>>2293162
Bro. Thats what shoes are for

>>2293162
Yeah, why would they not? They're subtle slits on the side. Or you could just dump it in your purse

>>2293235
They might have preferred to put pockets on coats or to simply hang stuff on belts.
There is a definite shortage on pockets with most medieval noblewear. Perhaps it was for a reason.

Also, sticking food in your fancy clothes is going to piss off your parents even if there were pockets since it's gonna stain.

>>2293286
Put it in your coin purse then

>>2293292
>He has cake in his coin purse

>>2293292
>>2293379
I can hear the sniggers and giggles through my screen already

>>2293286
We are a young boi, can prolly get away with some silly antics like cake in a purse

>>2292766
Don't eat

>eat
>>2292840
>>2292871
>>2293105

>Don't
>>2292952
>>2293077
>>2293123
>>2294320

https://youtu.be/Jfn23ejMFgg

Rolled 1, 5, 6, 5, 3, 2, 2, 6, 4, 3, 6, 5 = 48 (12d6)

Don't panic

>>2294776
>panic

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> Don't eat the sweets

Shortly afterwards a fair haired man with the telltale jaw and cheekbones of the Whent family entered the room wearing a suit of scale and half-plate and the white cloak symbolising his status as the member of the Kingsguard. He was dressed for duty.

One could probably determine his identity solely by the color of his cloak and the ornaments on his armor. The Kingsguard were quite the celebrities and subject of much boasting.

Ser Hector told you that while Lannisters and Tyrells tended to equip their personal guard with the best equipment money could buy, the Kingsguard on the other hand, it was equipped with the best equipment money couldn't buy as they had access to the Royal Armory.
Relics of Old Valyria, gifts from the Free Cities and works of the Finest Smiths in the known world were in their grasp.

You could tell from a first glance that the Armor he was wearing was far from commonplace. Whomever made it was a master craftsman. It was well fitted and tailored to its wearer, allowing for maximum range of motion possible whilst wearing armor and it seemed to be supporting it's own weight extemely well.

Whilst there were certain vulnerabilities in his armor, it was a design that looked like you'd be comfortable wearing it for long periods of time. Clearly built for bodyguard duty.


"Well met boy. I am Ser Oswell Whent of the King's Guard."
You rise and shake his hand firmly and with eye contact, as you were taught in your past life.
"Well met. I am squire Arthur Tallon. I was told you wished to speak with me?"
"Nothing so formal boy. Merely wished to congratulate you on making it this far in the tourney. You're really quite a handful. Lot of those blows you delivered would not be out of place in the main event. You really seem to have a knack for disarming."
Is he trying to be punny.
"I am honored by your praise."
"So, how about it? If you'd get knighted, would you partake in further contests as well?"

> No. This is my first tourney. Gotta know when to hold em and know when to fold them.
> Sure, why not? I'd probably forfeit on a bad matchup, but that's up to the gods.
> Why? You offering?

>>2294841
Write-in is always an option as well

>>2294841
> No. This is my first tourney, and the main event is for the knighted and prestigious.

Also we don’t want to fuck up our bets

>>2294841 why? Are you offering? If he is it would probably be best if we refuse for the time being