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>Join the Guild of unrepentant shekelmancers

"Let's talk of the issue of Cargo first. I was thinking of putting some of my own money into the cargo as well as looking some investors for my voyage if necessary."
"What sort of budget and haulage are we talking about?"
"Bit over 200 tons of space for cargo. I personally have around 100 Gold Dragons to spend."
"Thats... rather a limited cargo hold."
"Not that limited if you consider that it's supposed to be the fastest cargo capable sail ship on the known world."
"How fast exactly would that be then?"
"I should expect that it ought to be capable of covering 300 miles a day when fully laden minimum in a decent wind."
He starts pondering something in his head
"and how would you say in a good wind?"
"Maybe 400 if I'm aided by the currents as well."
"So hypothetically, if this ship of yours is as fast as you say, with practice you'd be able to ship goods to lannisport in less than a week?"
"Correct."
"Hmmm... Tell you what. I'll help back this venture of yours personally if you join the guild. How's that sound?"
"And how much would that be in terms of money?"
"Well, let's just say that when you reach Lannisport, you could expect 75 Gold cut to pay yourself, your crew and your ship."
"That doesn't seem like a whole lot."
"Well, it's your first run on a brand new ship, so we'll first see how it goes. We'll see about bigger profits after you complete your first trip. What do you say? Will you join?"
"Maybe for a year two to see how it goes. Would an arrangement like that acceptable with you?"
"I suppose I'll take it. I will of course send a representative aboard to overlook my investment and to determine exactly how fast this ship goes."
"Naturally."

With that the preparations were complete for the Maiden Voyage.

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Final overview on things you decided on thus far

Supplies
Powder Stores: 94 000 musket shots worth
Current funds: 107 Gold Dragons

Crew
Total Crew: 135 Crew
Marine salaries: 200 Gold Annually (5 gold each annually)
Sailor salaries: 315 Gold Annually (3.5 gold each annually)
Annual total salaries: 515 Gold
Total Monthly salaries: 9013 Silver per month

Ship
Mercury pattern Ship: Designed for Speed with 20 Cannon Placements
500 gold spent on ship construction: Archmaester Quality Craftsmanship
Hauling tonnage: 200 on average, not counting supplies.

Armament:
14 Light Cannons: 50 shots to fire. Total cost of cannons: 420 gold dragons
Small arms: 40 Muskets, 20 Pistols Total cost of small arms: 140 Gold in total

Appearance and decorations
Colors: Green, Gold, Black and White
Engravings: Great amounts of imagery relating to guns and cannons, along with very imperial sounding latin phrases along the whole ship
Figurehead: An Eagle
Ship name: Long Night
Captain's Uniform: Fashioned in inspiration of an Imperial Commissar

First Destination: Lannisport

>If you wish to change anything, now is the time to speak out while I write the next update.

>>2372727
Make a request through the guild to contact traders around Dragonstone about supplying us with certain 'exotic' materials common around volcanoes.

I can only really think the merchants would be able to arrange something for us. If we can make a deal it would go a long way in our future endeavors.

>>2372741
You're going to have to be a lot more specific if you're making an order for something.
That or you can just make the trip yourself.

>>2372727
Nah, lets get on with it.

>>2372741
>>2372748
We can buy up crap from all around when we trade for 2 years. This way it will not be as easy to put the dots together. Especially if we buy other reagents besides "200 kg of sulphur please".

Sailors are expensive as fuck.

>>2372749
Well you pretty much hired the cream of the crop.
They run a tight ship and there's few if any accounts of any of them ever contracting syphilis, which considering that they're from the Reach AND that they're sailors speaks volumes.

They're the sort of crew that are unlikely to ever give you any trouble.

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Your name is Ser Bobbert. Hero of Ashford, Knight in service of Lord Randyll Tarly, Son and Heir of the newly minted Lord of the keep of Copperhall Bryen Tallon.

Due to your meritous deeds in the field of battle alongside with your liege lord and your father, a due reward was given. Your House were to be uprooted from the farming community of Knight's refuge which your house had dwelled in for centuries.
Lord Randyll had decided to replant your house further inland, closer to the Red mountains.

Unlike the previous holdings of your family which relied solely on agriculture, this fiefdom was one that had up until recently made it's wealth from the copper mines on it's hills till they began to run out of ore. Still, the holdings were extensive enough that your father's status as a Lord was no longer nearly as hollow as it used to be. Even if the mines would run dry completely, your family knew well the teachings of Garth Greenhand. The Land would be made fertile and produce crops as they did in your home should the soil yield no ores.

Still, you can't seek the feeling of unease about this whole arrangement.
This was mainly due to the unnatural way you and your father managed to win this achievement in the first place.

For a long time you used to think your brother was afflicted by some form of madness, madness that made him think he had lived through several lifetimes. He never was quite like the other childen. Hell, you don't even ever remember seeing him playing with the other kids normally. He'd always wonder off somewhere to do his own thing, always a bit eccentric and doing odd things.

As a Good brother should, you tried your best to keep him out of trouble despite his condition when you were serving under Lord Tarly as pages, but ultimately that seemed to be an unnecessary concern.

Your brother excelled in everything he did with very little effort. Reading, writing, counting, fighting... You chalked that up to being just how he learned. He saw someone else do something and came up with a memory of himself doing it to make him a quick learner.
Still, madman or no, it wouldn't do for elder brother to lose out to the younger, so you trained hard, very hard, until your skill at arms would eventually come to surpass your brother's.

When you met him again in the Tourney of Harrenhal after being separated for years, you worried of his growth, wondering what a savant like him would manage to pull off in your absence. To your relief, your hard work had paid off. He wasn't quite as skilled as you. At least not yet, but he was still hard enough foe to give a hedge knight a run for his money.

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It was during that tourney however that you caught a glimpse of exactly how much a shrewd of a man your brother was growing into. Rather than spending time with his family during the feast, your mother pointed out to you that he was out making connections with various nobility in the attendance, establishing a network of contacts, which you hadn't even thought of doing at the time.
He even managed to talk with a member of the Kingsguard.

His success in the Squire's melee was nothing short of astounding. Whilst he might not have been the most skilled nor the strongest blade in the contest, he fought like a veteran rather than the green boy he was supposed to be. Whilst the other squires were prone to slip ups, your brother wasn't. He had no fear of his foes whatsoever and consistently struck his foes where it hurt the most until he was finally taken down in the finals.

As the tourney progressed, things started to get more and more weird. There were rumors amongst the servingfolk that your brother had tried to reach the Isle of Faces, that he was collecting stones melted by dragonfire and that he'd been using one of Harren the Black's forgotten forges to forge himself a suit of armor.
You had thought such talk was nothing but fanciful rumors invented by either his rivals or as a jape by some of the smallfolk. That was of course, until he approached Lord Randyll Tarly with a request for his protection to transport three chests of gold.

That Brother of yours whom had confided in you by telling he thinks having lived through several lifetimes in his mind with memories of times yet to come to pass had bet most of the fortune he had won during the Squire's melee on the notion that he wasn't crazy, but it was simply everyone else in the world that were wrong and walked out from that bet with a stupendous fortune in gold.

With a sense of dread, you had asked him about your future and he told you to seek your fortunes during the Battle of Ashford in the war whilst he remained studying in the Citadel.
He had spoken true. That battle was the sole greatest victory during our war with the usurper.

Still, his duration in the Citadel was supposed to only be for few years. It's been seven now and he's spent vast majority of his fortunes into some project he's grown obsessed about.
Your Lord Father tried to go and talk him out of squandering his fortunes, but it was too late.
Seven know how, but he had managed to rope in many of the Maesters in the Citadel, not to mention good chunk of the Conclave to personally partake in his venture on creating the fastest cargo capable ship in the known world.

You received message a month ago of the completion of the vessel and you have just arrived on Oldtown to partake in the unveiling of your brother's ship where it will be given a name and sent for it's maiden voyage.

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Your father was grumbling as you rode in the carriage
"What on earth was Arthur thinking, squandering his fortunes on a single ship like a fool? He could have easily started a mercenary company with that sort of money. Our family doesn't even own any ports and we're not even further from the sea than before."
Your mother decides to interject
"It's a ship that has the marks of several Maesters and Archmaesters on it. You remember where his Maiden Voyage was designated to?"
"Lannisport? What does that have to do with anything?"
"Lannisters are very wealthy and care very much about their prestige. Arthur may not have as much coin as before, but he has a highly prestigious ship. Put the two and two together and he might jus walk out of this with several times greater wealth than he won from his outrageous gamble."
"That's a fair enough point."
You decide to speak out
"I doubt that's his plan."
"Why? What makes you think so?"
"Just a hunch."
"So, where should we go first now that we're in Oldtown."

>I hear he bought an apartment here. Maybe he's home?
>The Citadel ought to know where he is.
>Maybe head straight to the shipyards? The workers there ought to know about the project.
>Let's just find a room and look for a courier to send a message to Arthur that we've arrived.

>>2372765
>>Maybe head straight to the shipyards? The workers there ought to know about the project.

>>2372765
>Maybe head straight to the shipyards? The workers there ought to know about the project.

>>2372765
>I hear he bought an apartment here. Maybe he's home?

>>2372727
Can we rent out our workshop for small extra income? I doubt we will be using it much anymore. We could ask the guild for help.

>>2372721
If I'm understanding this right, we're not investing our own money, right?

>>2372765
>Maybe head straight to the shipyards? The workers there ought to know about the project.
>>2372773
This, we have forges and a nice alchemy set

>>2372774
Well, you joined the guild, so I thought that you're pretty much getting them on credit so no need to worry about investors and shit.

>>2372773
Like you have the 107 gold liquidity still

I gotta admit at this point I still don't know how the update schedule works in this quests. I catch it at the most fucking random times and usually I get to see an update and byebye.

>>2372787
Try Discord. A lot of discussion going on there.

>>2372788
Discord gives me diarrhea so I guess I won't participate and keep lurking but thanks for telling me.

>>2372765
>Maybe head straight to the shipyards? The workers there ought to know about the project.

>>2372765
Citadel
I want our dear father to know of our prestige amongst the Maesters

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>Some fellows at the shipyards ought to know about your brother's project. Maybe they can point you at the right direction.

[1/2]

"Let's head to the Shipyards. We can ask around to see if we can't find anyone working for him. They ought to know how to get a hold of him."
"Sounds good to me. At the very least we can leave some luggage at the ship."
As you arrive at shipyard, your father begins to ask the foremen if they know about a freshly finished ship constructed by Arthur Tallon.
They tell him that the vessel in question is constructed at the Citadel's own drydock in the harbor.
"It was a huge undertaking. They only hired the best craftsmen for the job and you had Maesters and Initiates working all over the place. It'll be a while till we see another project like that! They put more effort into that ship than I've seen Redwynes put in their Carracks!"
"I hear Archmaester Ruger has been weeks on preparing for the festivities on the unveiling of the ship. At this point it's got the Citadel's pride riding on it."

As you and your parents drove on carriage to the drydock, you notice a very heavily guarded cart transporting barrels via a cart towards the construction site. Dressed up on padded armor and carrying strange looking short spears on their shoulders whilst their leader had an equally strange looking club hanging from his waist.

"LEFT! LEFT! LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT!"

Maybe that sort of metalwork was fashion in Oldtown now? You were unsure. Still, they marched in tight formation towards the same direction you were going.
As you reached the Drydock in their tail, you were stopped by guards once again wielding those very same strange weapons.
"Halt! State your identity and your business."
Your father steps out of the carriage and addresses the men.
"I am Lord Bryen Tallon of Copperhall, father of Arthur Tallon. I was told this was the Drydock where my son's ship was being constructed."
"This is correct, but I'm afraid entry is restricted to authorize personnel only. Commissar Tallon stated that he couldn't stress that enough."
Commissar?
"We are his family. Surely you will make an exception for us?"
"I apologise, but it is for your own safety my Lord. Much work is being done in preparation for the highlight of the ceremony and I simply cannot allow you in without orders from my superiors."
Your father doesn't seem pleased, but neither does he push it further
"I see. I'd very much like to know where my son is so he can explain to me first hand. Until then, I'd leave some luggage to hauled into the ship."
The Guard whistles
"Timtom, Atkins, Rowe. The Lord wants to leave some things for safekeeping. Guide them to the storage. Have someone haul their cargo to the ship when you're done with your orders. Horker, go ask from the Lieutenant where the the Commissar's off to."

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Walking around the shipyard towards the storeroom, you watch the impressive construct that your brother had wrought.

The Vessel was a very strange look to it. Unlike the longships, the galleys and the like you had seen which each carried a very stylized design across the whole of hull oftentimes, it seemed as if the decorations were closer to an afterthought for this ship.
It had a complex design, which had it's own elegance, but it was clear that decorations for the vessel were an afterthought.

Despite this, the a work of art the ship was nevertheless with an imposing eagle figurehead but also engraved upon it were strange words of a language you couldn't recognize, but felt like they had some distant relation to the common tongue at places.
It also had many engravings upon it depicting weaponry as was wielded by the guards.
It had an exotic aura to it, as if it had little relation to any of the vessels you've seen thus far.

One thing was certain.
The Lack of Lion iconography clearly showed that this vessel was definitely not designed to be sold to Lannisters.

After leaving their luggage behind and returning to the gate, a sharp looking fellow with a good posture and a strange club on his waist was waiting.
"Good day. I am Lieutenant Bodrin. I was informed by my subordinates that you lot were looking for the Commissar?"
"I trust you mean my son, Ser Arthur Tallon?"
"Of course, my apologies. He is currently visiting the honored Archmaester Ruger. We can provide you with a guide if you'd like?"
Your father thinks on that for a moment
"What do you two think? I've already met this Ruger once the last time I came here, but I wouldn't mind having some words with my son."
"I'm fine with just leaving a message and waiting at a decent inn. I'm sure we'll meet the Archmaester at the party afterall."

> Head to an Inn and let your brother's subordinates handle it.
> I actually wouldn't mind meeting this Archmaester that my brother has been working with.
> Write-in

>>2372897
>> Head to an Inn and let your brother's subordinates handle it.

>>2372897
> Head to an Inn and let your brother's subordinates handle it.

>>2372897
>Meet the Archmaester

>>2372897
>I actually wouldn't mind meeting this Archmaester that my brother has been working with.
I believe that in character we would be really interested to see with what kind of people our brother is working

>>2372897
>I actually wouldn't mind meeting this Archmaester that my brother has been working with.

>>2372897
> I actually wouldn't mind meeting this Archmaester that my brother has been working with.

I agree with >>2372926

>>2372897
>> I actually wouldn't mind meeting this Archmaester that my brother has been working with.

>>2372897
>I actually wouldn't mind meeting this Archmaester that my brother has been working with.

>>2372897
>I actually wouldn't mind meeting this Archmaester that my brother has been working with.

>>2372897
>Meet the Archmaester
Maybe he will show them the printing press.

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>Meet the Archmaester

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"I am curious to meeting this man my brother has been working with. Perhaps we ought to pay him a visit?"
"If that's what you boys want, then I suppose that's what we'll do."

"Very good. Tomas! Show these fine folk to Archmaester Ruger's place and head back as soon as you're done."
"You got it Lieutenant!"

The Man sat next to your driver as you returned to your carriage. You were starting to have a weird feeling about this whole thing. Clearly your brother was planning something. If he could truly tell the future, then you wonder what truly was his goal in the end.
Last you met him, he didn't really seem to care about what others thought nor did he have any particular aspirations.
At least not in the traditional sense he did have that odd ambition of wanting to create a flying machine.

Upon reaching the Archmaester's mansion, you noticed two fellows wearing the same sort of outfits and carrying the same sort of weapons as the lot in the docks. From that you concluded that they must be your brother's men and felt relief. It is good he still hadn't left.
It would have been a real shame if the Gods had decided to use this opportunity to postpone the launch of his ship by another week by having us run all over the city just missing him by mere moments every time like some sort of cheap comedy act.
Thankfully, the gods are good and you're spared of such an ill fate.

As the carriage came to a halt, the three of you got out, your father naturally aiding your mother down on the ground.
Your guide went to talk to the his colleagues as soon as you arrived.
"What's up Tomas? Who are they?"
"The Commissar's family. They came for the launch ceremony. I take it he's still around."
"He's inside. I'll let him know he's got visitors."

The man went inside and came out a moment later with a servant.
"My master, Archmaester Ruger would like to extend an invitation to Ser Arthur's family to join him in his home for some snacks and wine if you'd like to accept."
Your father steps up
"We most certainly do accept his gracious invitation."

As you entered, you noticed immediately that this man was no pauper. Scholar as he was, he clearly had put a fair bit of money into his home. There were dozens of books in the shelves and all the furniture was intricately made.

"If you'd please follow me to the Drawing room, we shall serve wine, cheeses and biscuits momentarily."

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Inside the room there stood a tall man with highly unusual clothing watching out of the window.
He was wearing a long black coat and a cloak lined with red and adorned with gold and a rather odd looking hat in similar color scheme which made him look rather imposing. On his waist hung what seemed to be a curved sword with a peculiar hilt as well as a couple of those strange clubs you had seen before.

"I must admit I didn't expect you to come to meet me here, but I suppose it's just as well since we were going to eat soon anyways."
The Man in imposing clothing turned around and smiled at you with a familiar looking face.

You remember that smile.
It was the same smug smile he had on his face when he watched Rhaegar crown Lyanna as his Queen of Love and Beauty. The Smile which sprouted when all others had died.
You feel the same unease, as you did back then, as if something drastic is about to happen once again.

To be continued?

>>2373433
That reminds me, I wonder what the reaction of the gambling scribe (the one that kept asking us if we were sure about the bet) was when we won E V E R Y T H I N G

>>2373455
>"AYFKM"

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Yes

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Archmaester Ruger came into the room. Positively ancient looking man with a great wizened beard.
"Ah, Welcome! Welcome! Any friend of Arthur's is a friend of mine. I take it you came here to see the big unveiling of the ship. It's going to be the event of the year I tell you."

"Ruger, meet my brother Ser Bobbert Tallon and my mother, Lady Bella Norcross."
"Pleasure to meet you Archmaester."
"Oh, likewise, likewise. Servant! Something to eat for our guests."

As the Archmaester called for catering, you turned to your brother.
"So... I have to ask. What's the deal with all these weird clubs and short spears?"
Your brother smiles smugly at you
"I that think if I told you now that'd ruin the surprise. It's all part of the big event for the unveiling."
You again felt that unease in your stomache.
Something is definitely going to happen during the unveiling.

Your father mother then decides to step in.
"I hear you've been working very closely with the Citadel on this project. Some say even the Conclave itself has shown to have a vested interest in completion of your ship. I wonder how did you and the good Archmaester here reach first name basis?"

"Well, I guess we just sort of hit it off. He was a good pretty good teacher and all that."
"Now, now, these are your family Arthur, I think it's perfectly fine to let them have a look at what made us such great friends."
"You really like showing off that thing don't you?"
"Says the man wearing the most pompous outfit I've yet to see."
"Fair point. Lead the way I suppose."

As the Archmaester guided you slowly through his house, his servant followed with wine, ready to refill anyone's cups if they needed until you finally reached a locked door.
"Here's where the magic happens."
The Archmaester pulled out a key and inside there were couple of young lads, working with something that looked a bit like a wine press, but they were pressing paper instead of grapes.
"Take a break boys. I'm here to inspect the quality once again."

He grabs the freshly printed page inspects it for a moment and shows it to you and your parents.
"Fine quality is it not? This machine Arthur here made does the work of 10 scribes while still being operable by people who can't even read!"

You look the page. The letters were definitely as easily read, maybe even more so, than when made by a professional scribe. Needless to say, good scribes weren't cheap.

"We had of course, fiddled around the concept at times in the Citadel, using wood or clay to make stamping tools to create copies, but such were often short lived and difficult to make. This here machine has been work for a solid 4 years straight with no problems due to having the blocks being made from metal. Normally such a thing isn't attempted as there simply isn't any metal that smelts precisely enough nor is there a scholar with enough time and money to pay for the jeweller to cut the letter blocks by the dozens."

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>>2374304

[2/3]

He returns the page where he took it from

"Nevertheless, Ser Arthur here managed to create two sets of letter blocks through the aid of a metal alloy which he by chance had received, which allowed the creation of this machine."

"Of course, the machine itself is worth remarkably little if you've nothing to copy, not to mention he'd definitely make some enemies if he simply started stealing from other people's works, which is why we began our partnership."

He takes a sip of wine from his cup to moisten his throat.

"I was after all in an unique position to use of the Machine and make no mistake! There's no better place for it to serve the realm than in the hands of an Archmaester. Naturally, having chosen me for the honor to oversee the use of such an artifact I would do my best to repay such a favor in kind to honorable Ser Arthur here."

Your mother smiles smugly
"Ah, I see what's happening here. You clever, clever boy."
He still upholds his smug look, as if there was more to come.

The Archmaester claps his hands.
"Right, I think we've bothered the lads long enough. Let's leave them to their work."
He locks the door behind you as you leave the room and return to the Drawing room where a tray of cheeses, crackers and empty cups had emerged along with some wine.

"Within but two days, we ought to see that favor repaid as my masterpiece finally will be given a name and set sail. I tell you, there will be no man who will look upon the ship and not be green with envy. There's no vessel like it in the known world and another one like it should not come any time soon."

Your father takes some wine and gives it whiff before taking a taste for it.
"Well, I'm glad to hear it, but what are you really planning on doing with such a ship? Don't tell me that you're planning on becoming a merchant?"

Before your brother had a chance to reply, the Archmaester states
"Why not? It is an honorable profession and quite lucrative too I hear. Before you arrived to my home, Arthur was just telling me about how he joined a Merchantile Guild."

Your father looks at your brother and narrows his eyes.
"Is this true Arthur?"
He shrugs
"The Guildmaster agreed to let me buy the cargo on credit if I joined the Guild for a test period. It wasn't a bad deal all things considered I'd rather keep some liquidity so I can pay my men and I thought I'd clear things with Ruger so his friends make sure that the Brotherhood of Charitable Traders won't try to shaft me through some underhanded means."
You nod approvingly
"Looks like you've got everything settled for launching the ship then."
"I should hope so. I have been looking forward to it for some time now."

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>>2374320

[3/3]

The Archmaester reacts to the mention of the event almost immediately.

"Yes, it will be a most magnificent public event. Most of the Citadel will show up to see the vessel take to the sea. It is a quite a magnificent craft I assure you. It will be the biggest event happening around this time and even the local nobility will likely show up for the distraction. Much of the smallfolk will likely flood the harbor to have a look at it finally launching as well."

Your brother's looking very amused at that notion, which with his outfit made you feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Come to think of it, what exactly have you been up to during the construction of your ship Arthur?"

What have you been up to?

>I spent most of the time with Ruger, learning more about ships. (Gain Ship Architecht profession)
>I've been hitting the forge a lot. (Your smithing skill improves further)
>I've been spending more time learning about ways of commanding troops. (Gain +1 Warfare)
>Oh, bit of this and that. Mostly just been a Social butterfly at Ruger's events (Gain +1 Charisma)
>I kept up with my physical training every single day of course. (Gain +1 Willpower, +1 Endurance, +1 Athletics)
>I've been doing a lot of studying, reading a books recommended by Ruger here. (+1 Knowledge)
>I've spent a fair deal of time practicing my marksmanship I think I've gotten quite good at it. (+1 Marksmanship)
>Write-in Research? Something else? (might or might not veto depending on idea)

>>2374337
>>Write-in Research?
Finding the composition of penicillin by testing an breaking down other natural antibiotics like certain molds and vitamin composites in fruits.

>>2374337
>I spent most of the time with Ruger, learning more about ships. (Gain Ship Architecht profession)

>>2374337
>I've been doing a lot of studying, reading a books recommended by Ruger here. (+1 Knowledge)

>>2374495
>I kept up with my physical training every single day of course. (Gain +1 Willpower, +1 Endurance, +1 Athletics)

Willpower get.

>>2374495
>>2374337
Actually, switching to
>I spent most of the time with Ruger, learning more about ships. (Gain Ship Architecht profession)

>>2374337
>>I've been hitting the forge a lot. (Your smithing skill improves further)

>I spent most of the time with Ruger, learning more about ships. (Gain Ship Architecht profession)

>>2374337
Commanding troops

>>2374337
>>I spent most of the time with Ruger, learning more about ships. (Gain Ship Architecht profession)

>>2374337
>Write-in Research? Something else? (might or might not veto depending on idea)
"I've been looking into alchemy; it's a fascinating topic of study".
I still haven't given up on our eventual discover of percussion caps, dammit!

>>2374337
>Ship architect.
Maybe in the future/future lives we could make these ships ourselves.

What's the point of getting ship architect? Are you guys planning on making more ships in future?

>>2374710
Me neither my dude

>>2374721
yes, ofcourse we are

>>2374337

Supporting: >>2374710
Every step closer to percussion caps is another step closer to refined gunsmithing.

>>2374721
Of course. Several of the long term plans we had were for getting some maritime forces.

>>2374337
>>I've been spending more time learning about ways of commanding troops. (Gain +1 Warfare)
tercios, landsknecht and other ways to improve our tactics that involve muskets

>>2374337
>I spent most of the time with Ruger, learning more about ships. (Gain Ship Architecht profession)

>>2374337
>I kept up with my physical training every single day of course. (Gain +1 Willpower, +1 Endurance, +1 Athletics)

>>2374337
>>Oh, bit of this and that. Mostly just been a Social butterfly at Ruger's events (Gain +1 Charisma)

>>2374337
>I've been hitting the forge a lot. (Your smithing skill improves further)

Sky captain or bust.

>>2374337
>I spent most of the time with Ruger, learning more about ships. (Gain Ship Architecht profession)

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> Congratulations! You partnership with Ruger has blossomed into a mutually beneficial friendship and has yielded spectacular results!
> Working with him has taught you not only the complex structure of your ship, but he also tutored you in the subject enough that you now know how to design and organize the construction of ships to meet the specifications of a client if you ever chose to do it as a profession!

> Ship Architect gained!

"I've spent most of my time with Ruger here. He's taught me enough about ship construction that I could eventually consider the possibility of starting up my own shipyard in the distant future."

"A Shipyard? What brought this about?"
"Why not? Sailing through the waves is actually quite fun and I do think that ships are interesting. If I can make a money with doing things I like, then all the better."

Your father decides to speak out
"I still think you're wasting your talents with these scholarly pursuits. For Seven's sake, you ought to be competing in Tourneys and swinging your sword and using the gifts Warrior blessed you with."
Your mother looks at him with scorn
"You're still on about that dear? Just let it go already. We are guests here."

"Speaking of guests, I do actually have some final preparations of my own to make for the ceremony. We both do, don't we Ruger."
"Oh yes, I must make the final inspections on the site and you had that oddly secretive "highlight" show to handle as well."

"I suppose we too should find an Inn to stay at. We'll let you know once we've found one. Do you have any recommendations?"
"Well, I can't vouch for the Inn's Quality itself, but Emerald Court is a VERY good restaurant and there was an Inn next to it with a good view that looked decent enough. Can't for the life of me remember it's name though."

"We'll go have a look at it then. I don't know about the rest of you, but I definitely could go for a hearty dinner."
"We'll see you soon then."

> On the next update we will finally begin the unveiling ceremony of your ship

>>2377232
The suspense is killing me

>>2377232
Why do the family need to stay at a inn when we have a house?

>>2377263
Our house is essentially a bed with a workshop/smithy attached. Not really for hosting people.

>>2377263
It's a fitting hardly abode for a Lord and his family considering it's crammed to brim with tools and the like.

>>2377282
Speaking of abodes, how fancy are the quarters within the ship? I assume pretty nice, considering all the expenses.

>>2377286
The captain quarters has glass windows.
Pretty expensive and luxurious for a medieval ship.

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It's noon. The Sky is clear above in Oldtown and today is the day your Brother's ship is set out to sea for the first time.

They had already filled out the drydock with water yesterday, but they'd only open the gates after the ship was named. Drydocks themselves were quite rare in fact.
Marvels of engineering and architecture. Far as you knew, besides Oldtown, only the Capital and Lannisport had one.

To be able to gain access to it already showed how well connected your brother must be with the citadel. It's unlikely they'd let just anyone use this construction for as long as he did.

Lot of people had gathered to witness the event, both highborn and lowborn. The Docks were filled with participants coming to watch the ceremony as a distraction from their daily lives.

The Exotic vessel with your Brother's men standing on the deck in formation stood tall. It was fastened with thick ropes unto the large iron links that had been worked into the masonry and underneath it watched in attendance a horde of grey robed men with chains hanging down their necks.

In a podium stood Archmaester Ruger and behind him was seated your brother with his intimidating uniform, looking rather pleased with himself.

"Friends, Colleagues, Citizens of Oldtown, all of you in attendance be you highborn or low, it is my honor to declare that the great project upon which we have labored towards these four years has finally reached it's completion and that by the end of this evening, the vessel will depart to it's Maiden Voyage and for these four years of hard work, I thank you."
Clapping and cheers erupt from the crowd of what seem like dockworkers which infects the rest of the audience for spell
"We'd also like to thank the Good and Honorable Brotherhood of Charitable Traders of Oldtown in partnering with us for this endeavor and give the stage to my partner and the man who funded this entire affair, Ser Arthur Tallon!"

Your brother stood up to the podium looking very pleased with himself.

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"People of Oldtown, of Reach, of Westeros itself."
"This vessel that stands before you was built upon three principles which I refused to compromise on."
"Speed."
"Precision."
"and lastly Power."
"Lords and Ladies, folk of high or lowborn status, I present to you; The Long Night!"
"LIEUTENANT! MUSKET SALUTE! THREE SHOTS ON RIPPLE!"
The Men on the deck perked up.
"PREEEESENT! RIPPLE FROM THE LEFT ON MY COMMAND!"
"FIRE!"

With his command began a thunderous pounding, lasting for a solid few moments that caused the audience to gasp for a moment in both excitement and surprise.
Everyone, including you watched the works of fire and smoke spellbound until the pounding finally quieted and your brother continued.

"Lords and Ladies, folk Highborn and Low, as we launch this vessel for the first time, I hope you will remain for a moment as we demonstrate the ship's siege weaponry to display the power and security of this vessel after which we shall await until the evening on the docks to set sail and take upon such passengers as would wish to partake on our voyage to Lannisport, to those who won't I thank you for your attention."

With that, your brother boarded his ship upon a plank which they extended. As he did so, the audience was murmuring on exactly what just happened.

"ROLL OPEN THE GATES! LOOSE THE ROPES! LOWER THE SAILS."
You watched as the ship began to drift towards a raft on the water with some sort of wooden walls set upon it.

The Vessel turned it's side towards the raft and a strange flag on the mast before hatches on the side of the ship opened and black iron tubes popped out.

> What sort of flag did you rise?

>>2377319
> What sort of flag did you raise?
We still have the design from the previous Long Night, right? Could reuse that one.

>>2377319
two flags, one with our knight heraldry and the other with our house coat of arms

>>2377331
I seem to remember you guys died before deciding upon your own coat of arms on that run.

>>2377319
Something green & eagle related, certainly, I think.

>>2377346
Oh, I'm probably thinking of one of the flags in the archived threads that was thrown about when we started making the ship

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>>2377319
Since the Jolly Roger is not affiliated with pirates here, why not pic related? Sends a very clear message, good for Brand Recoqnition.

Also, we can use our House Colors when we finally have some land to set up on. The scary doomboat with the skull flag sends a pretty clear message to any asshole wanting to gank us.

>>2377351
Supporting this

>>2377351
First time voter, long time watcher yadayadsyada supporting this.

>>2377351
I'll support this just to get this going. Been waiting for this moment for days now.

>>2377351
>>2377366

>>2377339
This

>>2377339
Better than the jolly fucking rogger, Rhllor edition.

Unless we really want to go that route and not just have our ship as the long night be a joke but tempting fate to get us involved with all that, and not on our terms.

>>2377339
Right, supporting.

>>2377373
What are you talking about? Rholo doesnt have the monopoly on fire and naming something the Long Night doesnt mean the Others immideately want to fist us. If you dont like the flag, fine, but this logic is broken.

Also, whats wrong with the jolly roger?

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If were gonna be an imperial Commissar cosplayer with latin scripture like DEUS VULT and AVE NEX ALEA on the side of our ship, we might aswell be consistent, I found a compromise between 40k and Deus vult here.

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or if we want to go full on 40k we can just go with the classic

>>2377388
Switching to this from >>2377351

Also switching from >>2377351 to >>2377388

Gotta love that Eagle, especially if we have it as our ornament.

>>2377388
This.

Hitlerdubs confirm it for the Emperasque!

>>2377388
OK, switching from >>2377366

Obviously this is not going to be a quick vote and an update.

>>2377388
This one. Looks wicked nice.

>>2377388
This in green & gold.

>>2377388
yeeeee boi. I wouldnt mind putting our knightly coat of arms on there as well

>>2377388
supporting

>>2377554
>>2377560
You would turn the majestic doubleheaded aquila into a parrot?

Heretic!

>>2377388
>>2377573
>>2377560
>>2377554
>>2377525
>>2377449
>>2377414
>>2377394
>>2377391

We Battlefleet now.
https://youtube.com/watch?v=M3w3XeHpsis
Ave Imperator!

>>2377637
Id just consider it the colors of Battlefleet Bakka

>>2377637
I mean the Aquila should be gold on a green back-ground.

>>2377388
Supporting

DEUS VULT

Is the quest cancelled?

Nah, QM just posts around once a day. Quotes "real life" and "responsibilities" as reasons. Dont know why...

If you want to take part more, try the discord.

Next post will be the last of the quest.

>>2380590
JUST

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>>2380599
This Cheeky motherfucker

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>Redone because shit grammar

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Two headed Aquila was raised on the mast before order to give fire was cried out.

The Tubes of Iron sticking from the side of the vessel spat forth flashes of light and smoke from within with disciplined succession as they unleashed their thunderous cracks through the air. Each of them seemed to make the previously noisy presentation sound like a whisper by comparison with the amount of noise that was produced.

With each smoke cloud bellowed forth round projectiles from the bowels of the iron mouths, not unlike ones that one would load upon a trebuchet.
Except unlike when fired with trebuchet, these missiles flew with incredible speed towards the raft, ripping through air and wood with tremendous force violence as they crashed unto the raft.
Each ball ripping a hole clean through the front and causing chips and splinters of wood fly in all directions from the back with every furious blow delivered.
After ripping through the vessel with such violence, the balls struck the water with a splash water into the air as droplets fell to back to the sea beautifully.

When the short burst of thunder, flame and flying iron ended and the ship began to sail nudge towards the pier, the audience began clapping fiercely and cheering at the unexpected display of fire, smoke and noise that they had witnessed.
You could not deny that it was an impressive display of novel weaponry and joined them in the applause.

After the audience began dispersing, you escorted your parents leisurely to the docks.
"I guess we now know where he spent all that money don't we? Those weird thundersticks and those iron tubes... I think that he could go to any of the High Lords and expect to be taken into service immediately with a vessel like that."

Your father replies, visibly impressed with what he saw.
"I'll say. There'd be very few pirates indeed willing to stay in waters patrolled by a vessel like that. I can see now why he went with such imposing iconography and clothing. The Strange design of his ship would definitely make it recognizeable enough for that purpose."

Your mother turns a bit serious for a moment.
"We need to find out what Arthur is planning to do with that ship. Dearest, what do you think is the likelyhood that he'd be able to trade that vessel for a lordship?"

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Your father shook his head before answering.
"I'm afraid that as impressive as the vessel is, it needs to be proven in battle before anyone would consider paying such a high price for it. Should a man appear before me with one of those iron tubes and say that he'd be willing to make them for me in exchange for land and vassalage, I would need to be certain that those weapons were worth it before agreeing."
He looks towards the direction of the ship for a moment before continuing
"Whether they are powered by sorcery or some strange alchemy like the pyromancer's piss, tools and weapons made by such methods have historically proven be too unpredictable to field in battle excepting in the most dire circumstances. There's no lord that wouldn't be distrustful of such devices."

His face turns into a smile.
"I will not however deny that they seem very impressive on the first glance."

Upon reaching the pier, you notice that there were several well dressed folk chatting up with your brother's staff, possibly negotiating for passage aboard his vessel. Your parents are let through by your brother's guards whilst the nobleman is still talking with one of the foremen.
As your parents board the vessel and you make way to return to Copperhall to learn to rule, the Quest of Bobbert Tallon comes to a close.

Thank you for playing.

We'll be back with Arthur in the next update though.

>>2380610
Neat.

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>>2380610
Thanks, Rad.
This is, by far, my favourite quest currently running!

>>2380610
Noice

>>2380610
gib update

>>2381822
not until tomorrow.

>>2382156
So no update today then?

>>2383539
Today was the previous tomorrow, so maybe.

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You watch from the side of the ship as some gentry talk about booking a passage aboard your vessel to Lannisport within your vessel.
"How much are they offering for passage now?"
"About a Gold each for the back and forth trip. Not bad rates all things considering. Could have gotten more off them if you'd let them have beds in your room at the back."
"True, but it'd be terribly rude to tell family they're not getting the best rooms after coming such a long way. How many are interested in the regular hammock deal?"
"Little over a dozen for now Ser. No Lords so far, but you'd expect as much. Some turned away since they wanted to stay in the back on a room with windows."
"Figures. Well, we can charge more from them with extra rations and meals on the Captain's Table if needed be during the journey. Snacks and Wine too."
"Very Good Ser."
"Oh, and we do have tabletop games, right?"
"We've got plenty to entertain the crew when they're on break. We've plenty of dice and games a plenty Ser."
"Then we're all set. Excellent work."
"Thank you Ser."

You spy a familiar looking cart arriving in the pier and watch as members of your house began to crawl out of it after it came to stop.

"How do you reckon they reacted Bodrin?"
"Pardon Ser?"
"On the guns and the cannonfire."
"I'd reckon it'll be alright Ser. Bit intimidating, but the crowd seemed to like it."
"Very well. Carry on Bodrin."
"Yes Ser."

You walk down the steps of the ramp on solid ground, descending from your imperial vessel to greet the your mortal bloodkin with open arms.

"So! How'd you enjoy my little firework show?"
Your brother replies to your smug face with crossed arms
"What am I supposed to say? Anyone'd be impressed by a display like that."
"I should hope so considering the amount of coin and effort I put in making it reality."
Your father looks at you a bit sternly after that comment
"Exactly how much did you spend on those things?"
"Well, let's just say that the ship ended up being cheaper overall compared to what I spent on the arms budget."

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Your father furrows his brows
"And you're sure this is a good investment? You couldn't have just bought some Scorpions or ballistae instead? They'd certainly be cheaper."
"You get what you pay for. During a battle, I'd much rather have better equipment than worry about saving coin."
"I suppose that is fair."
Your brother decides to chip in.
"How about you give me a tour around your ship before I have to set off back to Copperhall to be bored out of my mind whilst you adventure on the seas?"
"Sure thing, we're burning daylight just standing here after all."

You showed your family across the ship, the crew quarters, the navigation room, the kitchen and naturally the gun-deck, showing off to them the expert worksmanship and the exotic design of the vessel to the vessel. After the tour was finished, your parents started to get comfortable in the Captain's Quarters and you decided to escort your brother out of the vessel.

"I've been meaning to ask, what's the deal with all those weird words engraved at places? I don't recognise the language. It doesn't seem like Valyrian, the language of the First men or well, any other tongue that I've ever heard of. Are they spells or something?"
"It's Latin. The Language of the Roman Empire."
"Was that something from one of your... memories?"
"Something like that. Most important thing is that it looks awesome."
"Well, it does have a certain intimidating air to it."
"My ship aside, how's things in your new home. I haven't exactly gotten a chance to visit."
He shrugs
"Bit more hilly and bit less green than in Knight's Refuge and bit more rural too, but father says that it's a great opportunity for our dynasty to build a legacy there."
"That's good then I suppose."
"Yea... I suppose I'll be off then. Gotta learn to rule and all that."
"You take care then."

With that, your brother started walking towards the carriage and you boarded back on your ship.

>Give me 1d100 for Weather!

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>2383749
Poseidon grant us mercy

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>2383749
Fucking weather.....

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>2383749

Give me Navigation.
That means your Survival
>3d6

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

>>2383785

Rolled 6, 4, 1 = 11 (3d6)

>>2383785
Poseidon grant us loot

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

>>2383785

Rolled 4, 6, 6 = 16 (3d6)

>>2383785

>>2383837
I was late wasnt I.

>>2383838
I wish you werent.

>>2383838
Your dad was late when he should have pulled out.

>>2385013
I was unironically a mistake and was highly likely to be aborted by my mentally deficient parents at the time of my inception. I hold deep contempt towards my parents for exterminating my previous possible siblings, and am insecure of my own inherent self worth and ability to exude testosterone due to being a reject to many of the people I grew up to know, as they all supported my potential death only to turn around and love me for who I am despite my glaring deficiencies. Including my supposed father who left the family without paying any child support to live half of his life in a jungle smoking pot. I spend my free time on a progressive Cambodian church congregation site to fill the void in my heart, indulging in hobbies which will never enhance my life in any significant way. I have never had sexual intercourse, nor have I been in any relationship, something which I take a sick solace in. I now abstain from my antidepressants, and regret everything.

pls no bully[spoiler/]

>>2385207
shit I did the spoiler wrong fucking nigger on a Popsicle stick.

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>>2385212

We should have called our ship Valonqar in order to fuck with Cersei

Next update when?

kill yourself boat

>>2385863
never

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>Profession: Sailor
>Access to Compass
>Education on maps
>Navigation room
I think that's enough for me to justify giving your knowledge rank as bonus for this particular roll.

>11+4 = 15
>That's pretty decent success!

[1/2]

The Weather was nice and warm and the sails were filled with wind. Exploiting the stronger winds and oceanic currents whilst keeping your heading with the compass, you made very swift progress towards the Westerlands without needing to fear the threat of pirates.

Not seeing the shore made some of the crew a bit nervous, but you managed to convince them that you knew exactly what you were doing. The Passengers on the other hand were none the wiser, instead enjoying the sun on the deck as the ship made swift progress with both the winds and sails on the tail.

"So, how do soon do you reckon we'll be reaching our destination?"
"Provided the weather holds? We ought to reach our destination in few days or so."
Your father had shown both interest and worry about the newfangled weaponry you had displayed during the ceremony. It seems that the Alchemists Guild really had really put some serious dents on credibility of unorthodox weaponry.
You knew that they had tried to build a mechanical dragon at one point powered by Wildfire, but it seems that every time Wildfire was involved, it always seemed to either result in Tremendous Success or Catastrophic Failure.

Still, black powder is far more stable, albeit far less potent. At times you wondered why exactly hadn't the Alchemist's guild used black powder themselves. Maybe they didn't know? You didn't know how to make Wildfire after all. Only they would know the answer.

"You sure these weapons aren't going to explode on you?"
"Every single one of them is proofed with firing a double charge. If they don't blow up from that, they're not going to blow up on regular use any time soon."
"What if there's a fire on the ship?"
"It'd have to work through the sand to get to reach the magazine, which isn't that likely an event. Not unless the flames engulf the whole ship."
"What if someone slips down there with a lantern."
"Then we throw the bugger overboard. No flames allowed near the powder magazine. Look, I know what I'm doing, I don't make cheap garbage that blows up in your hands."
He raises his hands defensively
"I didn't mean to insult you. I just find it a bit hard to believe that there'd be such a potent weapon with little to no downsides to it."
"Truth be told worrying about them blowing up is a fair point. You probably don't want to try and buy these things from anyone who doesn't know what they're doing. If you're not careful, they'll try to push you cheap iron which'll definitely blow up in your face eventually."
He gives you a bit worried look
"I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

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With a short knock on the door, your mother enters to your quarters.

"So, how was socializing with the passengers?"
"So-so. Courtiers and petty gentry all, but nevertheless useful at times. Managed to convince some of them to give thought on investing in setting up new branches at Copperhall. We'll see if it'll ever go anywhere though."
"Well, that seems like good news."

She sits down on one of the chairs and lets out a sigh as she relaxes.
"So, I think it's about time we had the talk."
"Yea, I already know where babies come from."
Your father lets out a chuckle.
"Har har. No, I mean about what you're planning to do with this ship! These Guns! These Cannons! And the quite frankly absurd amount of explosives you've crammed aboard this vessel. Are you planning on starting a war or something?"

You give a thought on that question for a moment, wondering how to answer to her.

>"I was actually betting that the Ironborn were going to start one soon?"
>"I was sort of thinking of joining the Royal Navy you know? Hunt down smugglers and slavers and stuff like that."
>"Maybe go adventuring? Maybe do some mercenary work? Who knows."
>"Maybe I just like showing off."
>Write in: What?

>>2386025
>"I was actually betting that the Ironborn were going to start one soon?"

>>2386025
>"I was actually betting that the Ironborn were going to start one soon?"
Try to not make it obvious we have metamagic.

>>2386025
>"I was actually betting that the Ironborn were going to start one soon?"
>"I also have some long term goals which dont heavily involve westeros that will probably require some preventative measures for violence."

>>2386025
>Write in: What?
[gesture grandly at the ship]

"You are inside the fastest cargo-capable ship equipped with cutting-edge defenses in the entirety of Westeros, equipped with defenses that basically amount to siege weaponry on the seas to deter pirates from long range, and a highly trained cadre of marines to rebuff the more foolhardy Ironborns. I intend to make a killing with VIP-ferrying and perishable-goods-carrying, dear Mother.

"Of course," Tallon winked, "I wager this ship wouldn't do too badly if the Ironborn were to rebel against the newly-established Crown, attempting to gain independence from the Iron Throne in a time of perceived weakness."

>>2386043
Laying it on a bit thick there bud.

>>2386025
>"I was actually betting that the Ironborn were going to start one soon?"
Bobby B has shown that you can rebellion successfully. If someone wants to split from the iron throne they would start preparing for that, and considering the iron born they will be hasty and waste their opportunity on their lonesome instead of waiting for a succession crisis that can happen once Bobby croaks. Good opportunity to show of, earn some glory and perhaps get a high rank in the royal navy or the reputation to start a sellsail fleet after a almost certain to be won war.

>>2386025
>"I was actually betting that the Ironborn were going to start one soon?"

>>2386025
>"I was actually betting that the Ironborn were going to start one soon?"

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>Bonus update!
>"I was actually betting that the Ironborn were going to start one soon?"

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"Start a war? Me? Nooo..."
She narrows her eyes as you give her a mocking reply
"I was sort of betting that the Ironborn were gonna start one soon though."
She is clearly taken aback by that statement
"Pardon?"

"Look at this way. Our Illustrious King has just put the boot in on the ruling dynasty of Westeros and seated himself on the Iron Throne, yea? It'd be a reasonable assumption to think that at this point, their hold on the realm's pretty shaky, right?"
"True, but the Greyjoys fought against us in the Rebellion. They Fought for Robert."
"Eh... Quellon Greyjoy fought for Robert. Balon Greyjoy is in charge now."
"So you cajoled the Citadel's favor and put all of your money into this ship because... what? You think Balon Greyjoy is a secret Loyalist?"

You chuckle at that
"Noo... I think Balon Greyjoy is a daft cunt, albeit an ambitious one."
She glances at her husband
"Is this a joke?"

You recline back on your chair and look at your parents smugly.
"Why don't you ask Balon? He's the one that's been building a lot of warship despite the fact that the war is over and their laughable casualties during the last war. He's also been getting pretty religious as of late. You two do know what the Ironborn religion is all about don't you?"
Your mother shakes her head.
"They worship some ancient water god, but that's about all I really know about the subject. It's not for decent folk to talk of such matters."
Your father on the other hand looks you straight in the eye.
"Drowned God. Savage old god of pirates, raiders, slavers and murderers. Still where did you hear of this? Ironborn lords have kept to themselves for hundreds of years save the occasional nobles gone rogue. I find it hard to believe they'd do something so brash all of a sudden."

You smirk
"I've my sources. I did get along pretty well with the sailors back when we came back home from Harrenhal didn't I?"
"I see. Still, do you think rumors by sailors are that much to go on?"
"Well, it's a lot less of a gamble than the one I pulled in Harrenhal wasn't it? Besides, what have I to lose? I could still sell this tub for tremendous profit if I needed to."
"I suppose that makes sense in a very peculiar way."

Your mother narrows her eyes
"I still find it a bit strange, like there's something you're not telling us. Ironborn tend to prefer their isolation. Did you hire spies and send them there or something? If so, why?"
You smile smugly once again
"What kind of a knight would resort to using spies? That's downright unchivalrous if you ask me."

Your father scoffs
"I'd hardly call use of exploding powder chivalrous either."

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The Warm weather and wind accompanied you through the rest of the journey.

Banking to the east and guided by your compass, you caught sight of Lannisport within the same week you left and you didn't overshoot your target. At least not by much anyway.

It ought to be a record time, not that anyone really was a Guinness book of records or anything like that. Still, both the crew and the passengers ought to be happy with the expedient voyage.

Spying with your myrish lenses however, you noticed that besides the Lannister colors that were waved all about the place, there was a fair few people gathering at the pier, looking at your direction, some with Myrish lenses.

Approaching under the aquila flag from open sea, you make your approach to the pier.

That's it for the bonus update!

>>2386239
Neato. Time to impress some incestuous fucks.

Can't wait for the violence

Time for some imperial swag

>>2386358
As decreed in Lectitio Divinitatus, the Imperial cult is a religion of peace

Why doesn't this daft cunt of a QM update?

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Watching through your myrish lenses, you spot a retinue of Lannister Guards waiting near the docks as you make way towards the walled port city overlooked by the mountain fortress right next to it.
A Skiff soon approached your vessel to guide it to the harbor where you dropped your anchor and your men began to secure the vessel with ropes.

Soon as afterwards, as soon as you dropped the ramp the Lannister men started coming forth from the shore towards your ship, lead by a blonde man somewhere in his thirties with a constant grin on his face. They stopped in front of the ramp to have a look at your vessel for a bit.

Their leader wearing fine silken threads and a crimson cloak with gold and jewellery adorning much of his stepped forth after a moment with an amused expression as the passengers watched from the side of the ship.
"Does anyone aboard this vessels speak the common tongue?"
Bemused, you leaned on the edge of the ship smiled as you looked around your crew before replying.
"Yes, I suppose some of us do at times. How may I help you?"
Your crew chuckles at your reply.

"I was told that a foreign ship had sailed from the direction of the Sunset Sea. Naturally, I'd want to see such a rare event with my own eyes. Gerion Lannister, brother to Lord Tywin Lannister, pleasure to meet you."
"Well met Gerion Lannister. My name is Ser Arthur Tallon, Captain, Owner, Navigator and the Designer of this here vessel."
"It would seem that men from beyond the Sunset Sea seem to look and sound distinctly like Reachmen."
"Yes, it's almost as if there's been a mixup of sorts."
He chuckles
"Yes, I suppose. You did say you designed this vessel, yes?"
"Beaut isn't she? I dare say she might very well be the fastest sail within the Seven Kingdoms. We've some Sweet Oranges cultivated by the Citadel we brought with us, care a taste?"
Clearly interested, he agrees
"Oh? Don't mind if I do."
"Lads, grab a dozen from a crate for the good master Gerion and his men! I'm sure the Charitable Traders don't mind us sacrificing some of the cargo for a bit of free marketing."
One of the men comes with a woven basket filled with oranges, which his men looked a bit oddly before you show them how they're eaten. Kind of an amusing thing to see in a way. Fresh fruit don't really seem to travel much in this time period.
They still thanked you for the gift however.
"Fine goods you carry, how much fruit did you bring?"
"About ten crates. This is still very much a test run to see whether or not they'll even survive the journey."
He pops another orange slice in his mouth
"Then I'd like to take all of them. How fast can you get them off the ship?"
"Well, we loaded all the perishables on the top, so you can take them straight away if you'd like."
He tosses you a bag of coin.
"It's a done deal then."

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You look inside the pouch and notice the familiar glint of gold. You didn't need to count. The Fruit itself wasn't that expensive in the Reach.
"UNLOAD THE ORANGE CRATES! MASTER GERION HAS MADE A PURCHASE!"
"Oh, and I've also some olives and the like if you're interested."
"Perhaps later. Right now however, I need to inform my brother that the Foreign ship that was spotted was merely an orange merchant from Reach. Oh right, how long will you be staying in port?"
"Well, as soon as we swap cargo, we'll be heading back to Oldtown, so it might take a week or two depending on the weather."
After the last crate was put unto his wagon, he began to make his way back to the Rock.
"Enjoy your stay in Lannisport Orange merchant."

As he departed, your parents approached you.
"Well, that was unexpected."
"It went well though."
"Yes, I suppose it did. So, what now?"
"I'll send a messenger to the guild to come pick up their stuff. After that, we've some time to spend in Lannisport before we start making our way back to Oldtown."

How do you want to spend your first day in Lannisport?

>You know, maybe I should go visit the merchants personally. Gotta pay my dues and all that from the fruits anyhow.
>Nah, I can do that later. Perhaps go visit Casterly Rock for sightseeing?
>Maybe walk around the city, exploring things
>Write-in: Something else

>>2391379
>Maybe walk around the city, exploring things

>>2391379
>You know, maybe I should go visit the merchants personally. Gotta pay my dues and all that from the fruits anyhow.
Where is Tyrion Lannister around this time, by the way? If he's in the Rock, I'd like to switch vote to
>Nah, I can do that later. Perhaps go visit Casterly Rock for sightseeing?

>>2391379
>>You know, maybe I should go visit the merchants personally. Gotta pay my dues and all that from the fruits anyhow.

>>2391379
>>You know, maybe I should go visit the merchants personally. Gotta pay my dues and all that from the fruits anyhow.

>>2391379
>>You know, maybe I should go visit the merchants personally. Gotta pay my dues and all that from the fruits anyhow.

>>2391389
Isn't he like 14 right now?
It's been like one year since that whole marriage incident with Tysha.
He's most likely nowhere near the same person as in the books or in the show due to his age.
Essentially, he's not gathered the learning he will accumulate later nor has he likely moved on from the whole last year's incident his father put him through.

>>2391379
>You know, maybe I should go visit the merchants personally. Gotta pay my dues and all that from the fruits anyhow.
Business first.

>>2391379
All three, Rock first, then merchants.

>>2391379
>>You know, maybe I should go visit the merchants personally. Gotta pay my dues and all that from the fruits anyhow.

[1/2]

> Business first

Yes, you probably should handle this yourself. Highborn as you are, it's only polite to make an appearance.

"On second thought, I think I probably ought to go and visit the guild personally. First impressions and all. You two go ahead and enjoy the vacation in the Town, find a decent meal if you will or just go check out the Markets. Feel free to take some lads as guards."

"You go handle your work then. We can spend some time later when you've the time. Come on dear."
Your mother drags your father towards the market, clearly intent on seeing what Westerlands have to offer.

"Boxer, Sideburns. Time to find our client."
Reading once again the instructions, you're to make way to an affiliate of the Charitable Traders, a company called Humble Imports and Exports. After a bit of asking for directions you finally made your way to the Guild Hall and it was anything but Humble.

It was the tallest building on the block made of high quality stone with elaborately made statues and carvings decorating it. From what you learned of Masonry, this company clearly had to pay a lot of money to build that thing.

As you made your way towards the entrance, the guards looked you a bit oddly, but considering you had guards and you either looked important or intimidating enough, they probably figured that it wasn't worth the trouble.

Upon your entry a lot of people stopped to watch you and your strange apparel, paying extra attention to your hat.
"Welcome to the Humble Imports and Exports. How may we help you today?"
"My name is Ser Arthur Tallon. I've a shipment for you from Charitable Traders."
"You're a new one aren't you? Haven't seen you around before. I'm Melissa one of the senior merchants here."
She extends her hand and you shake it.
"So, what have you got me?"
"Medicines, Dornish peppers, some Dyes and Olives as well as some coin."
"Coin?"
"Lannisters wanted the Oranges. Wasn't going to say no, so I'm here to compensate for the lost profits on those oranges."
"Ah. Well, I surely welcome that. Less work for us then. Bit hectic to move fruit anyhow to be honest and few traders want to take the risk on them spoiling."
"Well, I made it here in less than a week, so they were plenty fresh."
She looks at you as if you are bragging
"We'll have a look at the Olives and what have you, see how fresh they are and take them off your hands if we can sell them. We've got some wool, silver and various minerals the Citadel wanted. You'll get paid once you get back."
"Right. I'll leave that to you then. I'll need just a seal from your guild you're done inspecting the cargo as proof of the deed done before cargo is moved."
"Naturally."
"I think that concludes our business then. I shall be awaiting your inspectors. Good day miss."
"Yes. Good day."

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With that out of the way, you headed back to the ship and made sure the Inspectors weren't going to try and shaft you or anything. In the end, all cargo passed inspection. There was little to no damage, save from some banged up crates, but that happens.

As the day went by and you handled the paperwork, many of the locals came to watch your ship at port, clearly curious of the unusual and exotic design.

Come evening, your parents, along with several of the noblemen made their way back to the ship. Several of them clearly looking like they had spent some quality time at the Bathhouses whilst others had gone shopping for clothes and trinkets.

Your mother had spent some money on masterfully done silver earrings and a necklace whilst your father bought himself and your brother highly elaborate gilded belts which were in fashion by many lords and wealthy knights. Apparently they managed to get a good deal on them.

As the daylight faded, you returned to your quarters on your ship, thus marking the end to your first day in Lannisport.

>>2391932
Thanks for the bonus update QM

>>2391932
D O S H I S L I F E

>>2391917
>Bit hectic to move fruit anyhow to be honest and few traders want to take the risk on them spoiling.
Any chance of us 'inventing' tinned fruit in syrup?
Tinned food in general would be one hell of a leap forward.

>>2393015
We have many things to invent, our speed means that canned food is not a priority as we deliver our goods plenty fresh anyways without the need for preservatives.

>>2393769
Fair enough.

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>>2391932
[3/3]

Your appearance in the port has caught the curiosity various people, the strange, high place placement of the sails, the low profile of the vessel itself, the networks of ropes going across the entire vessel, the highly elaborate rear section with glass windows and naturally the novel style of it's iconography and symbols.

Many people in the morning walked past the port just to catch a glimpse of this peculiar craft before it would once again depart. Such reaction no doubt fueled by the rumors of it being from beyond the Sunset Seam but then again that was sort of the reaction you were going for in the first place.
Well, in the Ironborn that is, but you know, details.

After enjoying a nice warm breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage, beans and mushrooms with a few slices of bread, the humble dockworkers started showing up and began to unhaul goods from the craft once again.

The Work was a bit odd to watch. Men walking up and down the deck carrying individual crates carefully to the pier and then others hauling them to the carriage waiting. Good dozen or so men doing this sort of heavy lifting work, moving goods from point A to point B.

Luckily Ruger had the foresight to put in an assembleable Crane of sorts to help lift goods from the Cargo hold so the workers didn't need to walk belowdeck, but from what you heard of them, that wasn't too unusual. Every single crate and barrel was weighed to be manageable by either one or two people.

Still, it wasn't really your problem whether or not they completely botched the job as long as they don't damage your ship while doing it. They had accepted the cargo, what happens to it now is now out of your hands. Still, it was good that some of the literate members of your crew decided to help them with the whole affair. At least they're earning their pay.

Your father, crawls from the Captain's quarters, clearly roused by the noise of working men.
"I see the men are hard at work."
"Yes. We'll see how long this will take. We'll likely get the perishables off the ship by the day hopefully, after that... Well, they said they shift labor across the pier where it's needed the most, so we'll see how this will work out. Might be we gotta have our own lads move the cargo from the storehouse."
"I see."
He stretches his arms as he basks in the sun.

"So, what are your plans for today?"

>I was thinking we could go visit Casterly Rock. Lordly visit ought to be only decent.
>More work. I think I'll need to supervise the men personally to make sure they get the cargo unloaded in a timely fashion.
>I was thinking of visiting the town for a bit, maybe try and catch up to recent rumors whilst enjoying the sights, the smells and the tastes of the region.
>Write-in: Something else

>>2394754
Casterly rock

>>2394754
>I was thinking we could go visit Casterly Rock. Lordly visit ought to be only decent.

Time to introduce ourself to Tywin

>>2394754
>I was thinking we could go visit Casterly Rock. Lordly visit ought to be only decent.

>>2394754
>I was thinking of visiting the town for a bit, maybe try and catch up to recent rumors whilst enjoying the sights, the smells and the tastes of the region.

>>2394754
Fuck it, lets go to the Rock and show our face to the goldmongers.Might be we get an "in" with the Lannisters and maybe get some cargo jobs as well. Transporting high lordlings ought to pay handsomely.

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>You wanna Rock.

"Hmm.... I was thinking of heading up the Rock to go and announce our presence in Tywin's realm officially. Perhaps a cordial visit from one Lord to another. What do you say?"

Your father's face sours at that suggestion.
"I... don't think that's a particularily good idea."
"Why not? I thought it was common courtesy for Lords to announce their presence when trespassing on another's realm?"
"I suppose you're correct, but I don't think our liege would be too happy about us chatting with Lannisters."
"Why? Is he sour about losing the war or something?"
"No, he doesn't mind Robert actually, it's just... Well, the Sack of King's Landing left a bad taste in everyone's mouths."

Your mother emerges from the cabin and joins the conversation.
"I agree with your father. Lord Tarly has graciously elevated our house. Whilst you having a small side business with the guilds in Lannisport is just fine, it would look bad if we were seen carousing with the Lannisters. I think a messenger ought to be good enough to announce our presence in Lord Tywin's realm. After all, we shan't be staying for long and it's merely a touring visit."

"So you say we shouldn't go at all?"
"Oh no, I'm saying you should go without us. They can hardly take offense if we send our own son to announce our arrival in his realm. Besides, you're the one doing business in here, not us. We're just here for a vacation and the maiden voyage of our son's new ship."

"Alright then. Look after the ship for the day for me. Going up that rock ought to take a while."
"Don't worry, it's not going to go anywhere. Oh, and son?"
"Yes?"
"Don't forget to bring a gift for them. It's customary."
"Oh, right."

What did you prepare for them?

>A Pistol with some balls and a horn of blackpowder.
>That signed book you received from Archmaester Ruger.
>You had a gift basket prepared just for this. Crate filled with various goods you personally selected. Some wine recommended by Ruger, olives, fruit, cheeses and other things.
>Write-in: Something Else?

>>2394948
>You had a gift basket prepared just for this. Crate filled with various goods you personally selected. Some wine recommended by Ruger, olives, fruit, cheeses and other things.

>>2394948
>You had a gift basket prepared just for this. Crate filled with various goods you personally selected. Some wine recommended by Ruger, olives, fruit, cheeses and other things.

>>2394948
>You had a gift basket prepared just for this. Crate filled with various goods you personally selected. Some wine recommended by Ruger, olives, fruit, cheeses and other things.

>>2394948
Sure, give them some fruit. We wont draw immideate attention and can probably talk with some of the lesser Lannisters freely.

>>2394948
>You had a gift basket prepared just for this. Crate filled with various goods you personally selected. Some wine recommended by Ruger, olives, fruit, cheeses and other things.

This, do NOT give them anything useful like guns.

>>2394948
>You had a gift basket prepared just for this. Crate filled with various goods you personally selected. Some wine recommended by Ruger, olives, fruit, cheeses and other things.
Everyone likes a nice gift basket.

>>2394948
>You had a gift basket prepared just for this. Crate filled with various goods you personally selected. Some wine recommended by Ruger, olives, fruit, cheeses and other things.

>>2394948
fresh fruit might prove the speed of our ship, who knows? maybe someone on the rock is in a hurry to ship something

I just caught up with the quest, this thing is awesome

Why nobody proposed to use spud cannons? They look fairly easy to build due to the lower pressures involved and we can shoot small canister of homemade napalm

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>Gift basket

[1/3]

Taking your gift basket (crate) with you and your two usuaul guards, you toss some silver at a carriage driver and told him to hoof you to Casterly Rock. You looked well enough important to him that he knew better than to speak when spoken to, especially when considering your destination.

The Distance taken there was not that long, however, the route you took was. Casterly Rock was possibly most secure castle in the Seven Kingdoms you had seen thus far. Gatehouses upon Gatehouses, Machicolations, Murderholes as well as a Drawbridge at a certain point. The Fortified path continued until you reached all the way to the top and it was completely untouchable by the means of siege weaponry of the current era.

Something tells you that unlike in the TV show, throwing Unsullied at this problem won't make it go away even if you knew a secret back entrance into the fortress. If you opened one door, there'd still be many, many more to go.
Hell, even with gunpowder weaponry, the amount of money you'd have to throw at this problem would be stupendously high and even then, you'd not be spared casualties. Even Dragonfire too might have problems with taking this fortress without waiting it out.

Of course, the ascent would be just as inconvenient to the denizens of the castle as well as the would be invaders. It took hours to get up top this monstrosity of a fortress and that's with the gates open and by carriage. At least the view was nice and you didn't need to walk, so there was that.

Reaching the top, you were greeted with the sights and sounds of a small village of sorts, the residential area for the servants and retainers of the Lannisters. They had a small smithy, not unlike yours, an apothecary, leatherworker, cobbler, all basic services covered. The Craftsman living up here must either be fabulously wealthy, or hand picked by the Lannisters.
Most likely both.

There were also many pages running about, delivering messages and the like. Reminds you of your days as a glorified patsy.
Stepping out of the carriage, you got some odd looks from the gentry as they began whispering with oneanother. Most likely due to your appearance. Perhaps they thought it unfashionable? Who gives a fuck. Most of the outfits worn by nobility are uncomfortable, inconvenient and overall ugly as hell.

"Right. Let's get this visit over with then shall we lads?"
You walk up to one of the guards near the gates and eye him up a bit.
"Soldier. I'm here to announce the presence of myself and my family within this realm to Lord Tywin Lannister and have brought a gift to House Lannister. Can you guide me to the steward of the Castle?"
"I'll tell him you're here, but you might have to wait for a bit. Whom shall I tell him that is visiting?"
"Tell him that it is Ser Arthur of House Tallon and his parents Lord Bryen Tallon of Copperhall and his wife Lady Bella Norcross."
"Alright then, one moment Ser."

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After some waiting, the Guard returned
"Maester Warne will receive you right away if you'd please follow me Ser?"
As you entered the main castle complex where the Lannisters made their home, you were immediately offered some bread and salt by a servant on a silver tray, granting you the guest right.
Your men carried the crate with them, outside the somewhat comfortable little office where the sun shined just right to the desk, allowing the old man inside read comfortably as long as there were daylight.

As you entered the room, the Maester looked you stunned for a moment, as if you weren't quite what he expected.
"Ser Arthur Tallon I presume?"
"That is I, correct."
His eyes wander towards the sword hanging from your waist for a moment.
"Maester Warnun pleasure to meet you. The Guard told me that you wished to talk to me?"
"I'm here to announce my presence in Lord Tywin's realm and I brought a gift is customary. Some produce from Reach a crate with wines, cheeses, fruit and the like. Since you're in charge of handling the food and such in the Castle, such gifts would be best given to you directly."
"Yes, of course. I'll see to it. I'll let Lord Tywin know of your gift, he will thank you personally if he has the time, but until then, feel free to enjoy the hospitality of House Lannister Ser Arthur."
"Thank you, I believe that concludes our business then?"

"Now now, there's no need to be so hasty. Stay a while and talk."
He opens up a window and shouts to a page
"Jarden! Be a good lad and tell the quartermaster to have Ser Tallon's box taken to the kitchens."
He takes some cups from his desk and a some wine as well and pours you some.
"You know, I've heard of you Ser Tallon. In fact, there's few Maesters who haven't heard about you. My Colleagues from the Citadel told me you'd be coming this way. They say you're a Master Blacksmith, a Prodigal Mathematician, a ship Architect, an Alchemist and a businessman on top of being a knight."
"I have dabbled in various things."
"Yes, well. I hear you have nine links in smithing and I'd be interested in gaining some of your learning in the matter if you don't mind. I've recently began dabbling in the art and such and am working on my thesis in the matter."

You take a sip from the wine cup and look him in the eye.
"Well that sounds like a nice thing for you but, exactly what exactly do I get out of it? My time isn't exactly cheap."
"Oh, of course, of course, but I do have some books that I've copied over the years. Traditional Maester's trade right? Learning for learning?"
"Hmm... That entirely depends on the sort of literature you've got."
"Of course, one moment."

[3/3]

He rises up and takes five books from the shelf.
"This book contains knowledge about nature, foraging for food, useful herbs and the like. Excellent book in my opinion for any aspiring steward just for reference's sake in times of need."
"This one here is a book on traditional medicine and herbal remedies. Tried and true methods for common illnessess."
"This here's a book on the Summer Tongue used on the Summer Isles. Rarely needed, but at every few years or so they end up making their way this far north."
"This one's on the Trade Tongue. Rather a vulgar mongrel language used by many sailors, combining aspects from several languages. Some say it originated from Braavos, but who knows."
"Finally, there's a book on Masonry, which is useful for when you need to repair, restore or at times build structures and fortifications."

Hmmm....
"and how long would I need to help you with this... tutoring?"
"Day or two would be good. Maybe tomorrow if you've the time?"

>I'll take the book on foraging. Could come useful in my travels.
>I'll take the book on diseases and herbal remedies.
>I always wondered what Black people were saying. I take the book on the Summer Tongue.
>If I intend to sail, I ought to know Trade Tongue. I did hear it being talked at times in the Iron Isles but never bothered to really learn it.
>I spent some time learning Masonry. Maybe seek further learning on it?
>"Unfortunately I'm a busy man Maester. I must regrettably decline your offer."

>>2399108
>I spent some time learning Masonry. Maybe seek further learning on it?

>>2399108
>>If I intend to sail, I ought to know Trade Tongue. I did hear it being talked at times in the Iron Isles but never bothered to really learn it.
Language is the road through which connections are forged

>>2399108
>I spent some time learning Masonry. Maybe seek further learning on it?

>>2399108
>I spent some time learning Masonry. Maybe seek further learning on it?

>>2399108
>I spent some time learning Masonry. Maybe seek further learning on it?
I assume we get bonuses in siege warfare as well?

And as a side, a dragon would make swift work of any castle. Considering Harrenhall was the biggest and most well defended castle and it burned in a night, the Rock would fare similarly. 15 Unsullied opening the gates? Very unlikely.

Also, the fortress shouldnt be a problem for bombards, considering the fate of the walls of Constantinople.Use longshot rifles to pick off the defenders and we are pretty golden, considering the enemy can only reach us with arching fire, while we have no such problem.

>>2399143
Casterly Rock is basically like a Dwarf Fortress carved into the interior of a huge stone with it's only true point of entry being a long winding path with many gatehouses that goes from the outside.

Trying to capture it without starving it would be such a hellish endeavor that it's actually much safer to just destroy the whole complex and bury the whole thing on top of them, either through sealing all entrances with dragonfire or by blowing them up.

Of course, if you do that, you forfeit all the gold that's hidden within that rock, which is probably the main reason anyone would even bother going for that fort in the first place.
Neither Blackpowder weapons nor Dragons can easily crack that rock, but with time, both could possibly take it.

Major problem with taking down the fortifications with either explosives or dragonfire is that it'll likely collapse the path up the Castle, thus meaning that your men need to figure out a way to keep climbing the path whilst the enemy can still attack them from above.
Casterly Rock is second to Eyrie possibly the most dickish place to try and take over without waiting the enemy out.

>>2399169
The deal with the caves is we wouldnt invade them, rather do something like Tywin did. As to the walls and the path, cannons and good marksmen clean out any rabble and outrange everything besides siege equipment. So while taking the caves below would be suicide, the castle on top would not. As to demolishing the castle, if Balerion cooked Harrenhall with easy it stands to reason the top part of the castle would be scoured clean and possibly melted shut. In our case, if we go with siege weapons there will not be much left of the castle anyway. Also, we know that the castle has run dry and the only real gold in there is their stores and loot and the land they hold.

So, we could make short work of the castle and be royally fucked if we wanted to scour the caves. Cannons and guns will see us lose relatively few men but leave the castle in tatters. Ultimately, not worth the effort either way, better starve them out. Especially considering we can kill anything trying to leave port with ease.

Are we going to get on Tywin good side in order to get an iron island after all?

>>2399204
Probably get our name known in the house. Demo our capabilities and they may decide to offer us a good job or maybe favourable conditions after the war. This would also mean Mannis would have to make us a better deal.

Keep our options open, spread the word.

>>2399169
Would gas weapons help? Isn't mustard gas relatively easy to cook up?

>>2399204
How would you ever think of convincing Tywin of all people to go along with such an idea that has such a huge potential for backfiring and if it does, it's gonna be his castle where those Ironborn are gonna point your guns at if they manage to steal your infrastructure for manufacturing blackpowder weapons or torturing the information out of you?

>>2399257
Hypothetically doable, but at the same time it's something that you've absolutely no idea how it was made.

>>2399268
Huh didn't think of that
But if one of his enemies gets his hand on our shit, he'd be screwed regardless, this way he would have our weapon fucking with the Greyjoy for the time being.
Also we would build quite the trade hub, which should make him wet at the tought of all that profit

>>2399323
He already is the richest man in the World and he wouldn't be interested on having you starting a rival trading port right next to his.

Iron Islands remaining underdeveloped and not supplying much ore to trade with the other regions is beneficial to Tywin the same reason why high oil price is beneficial to Russia.
Westerlands is a major metal exporter Tywin doesn't need another.

Especially not one from a foreign region.

>>2399336
>>2399341
Stupid rich people

>>2399108
>If I intend to sail, I ought to know Trade Tongue. I did hear it being talked at times in the Iron Isles but never bothered to really learn it.
Although all of the books but Foraging sound sweet as fuck.

>>2399399
You're also from a rivaling power. It would take some serious convincing to make him back your efforts in founding what could potentially become a naval base for the Reach in future conflicts against his dynasty.

Especially considering how he KNOWS his whole inheritance deal is gonna be a clusterfuck thanks to Jaime being in the Kingsguard.

>>2399452
How hard would be to get Myrcella married off to us?

>>2400469 won't she be born for like 15 years at least?

>>2400793
So you're saying we'd be at the front of the queue?

>>2400469
Fate says all three of them will die. To save her would probably require defeating Night’s King before Robert dies.

>>2400793
She is born like four years from now, or rather one year after the greyjoy rebellion.

>>2401332
Didn't happen in the books.
Also, is the Night's King even a threat overall?
For all we know he could be chasing Mance Rayder for all that tomb raiding he did or he's simply off to reclaim winterfell.

>>2400469 you know it's almost weird how little talk about sex relationships and potential romance we've had in this Quest the only instance I remember is when we got friend-zoned at that bar in our last life something like 17 years ago in game.

>>2401876
The MC got no game.
Maybe his wizardry level explains why he gets on so well with the Maesters, but not with women.

>>2401896 we have some game now we've got quite a bit of money we've got a pimp ass ride we are fairly famous and we've got pretty blonde hair. If ever there was a time for the commissar to search for some booty it is probably now before the war kicks off

>>2401923 then again we are like 70 something and we just bought that sports car we had our eye on when we were in our 20s so it might not work

>>2401923
It's actually a very light brown hair.

Also, we need to save ourselves for Wizard Power at the virginal age of 100

You're like 75 at this point too if I'm not mistaken.

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>Freemason

"Hmmm.... Sure, why not. I can spare a few days off whilst the cargo changes hands and I could use some reading when heading back home. Still, it's quite a long journey up and down, so you know. I'll either need food and board up here or you need to borrow a workshop down there for a few days."

"Oh yes, of course. I shall arrange one of the guest rooms for you and let Lord Tywin know of this arrangement. I am certain he shall not object having a man as talented as you as a guest in his table for a few days."

"Very well then, when shall we start?"
"I need to wrap up my duties for today, but tomorrow morning after breakfast should be good for me."
"Alright then. Whom shall I see about getting that room?"
"I'll send a servant to find you once the matter is settled. Normally I'd ask you wait in the Gardens, but considering your... Distinctive appearance, I don't think it's a problem for the servants to locate you even if you roam the grounds a bit."
"Alright then."

You down the remainders in the cup of wine.
"Guess I'll leave you to your work then."
"I shall see you at dinner then."

Walking down the steps from his office back to the courtyard, you notice that the crate had already been opened and a familiar looking fellow was sampling the contents of gift basket.

"Ah, the Orange Merchant has arrived."
"Master Gerion Lannister. Good to see you again."
"It's a nice change of pace for the usual stuff we eat here. Still, it tastes better when it's eaten in Oldtown. Can't get the same sort of freshness."
"You've traveled?"
"I've did a coming of age tour to the free cities. Stopped by Oldtown and Sunspear on the way to sample the foods and women and naturally to see the sights."
He grabs a jug of arbor gold from the box and has his servant pour him a cup.
"I like to think myself as a well traveled individual. Indeed, I've learned to speak in High and Low Valyrian, the tongue of Sailors as well as a bit of the summer tongue as well."
He takes a whiff of the wine and then tastes it for a bit
"The Temperature is a bit off. Take the Jug to cool for a bit won't you?"
The servant takes the jug with him and disappears somewhere
"Right, where was I? Oh yes. Imagine my excitement when I saw your vessel in my lenses. It wasn't an Essosi ship nor was it a ship from the Summer Isles. Language nor symbols upon it were anything I could recognize and then there was your outfit too."
He keeps taking sips of the tepid wine whilst he speaks to you
"Then as you get closer I see that the people aboard seemed to look like reachmen and when you finally make port, I'm revealed that despite your imposing outfit, you're not but an orange merchant."
"I am sorry if my choice of wardrobe causes you distress Master Gerion."
You reply to him dryly
He smiles
"Ah well. It was an entertaining diversion from the norm whilst it lasted and the Oranges were good. Still, I must ask. What manner of madness drove you to conceive such a thing?"

> How do you reply?

>>2402001 I did some interesting reading while I was studying in the Citadel also some very hard drugs Ave imperator

>"I don't want to have to use the same old rubbish everyone else in the world does."

>>2402040
Oooooh.

Yeah, lets go with this. Also, this cunt is the first one we throw overboard if we go to war with the lions.

>>2402040
>>2402015
Both of these

>>2402040
dis

>>2402015
>>2402040
Kek, both of these pls

>>2402015
>Telling him you're a poppy addict
hue

Gerion goes missing at some point in the next 4 years to go look for Brightroar and other treasures, could be that we can follow and survive with our much better equipped ship. Go fuck up some gargoyle and dragon cunts or whatever, get rich and get some family heirlooms. Or die, whatever.

>>2402015
Don't say anything about doing drugs ffs

>>2402001
"The usual kind Master Gerion, wealth, prestige, and the need to stand out amongst my peers in everything I do."

>>2402214
Backing this.

>>2402214
I support this.

>>2402001

These
>>2402214
>>2402040

>>2402214
This

>>2402212
we'd need to come up with a way to survive the volcanic smog and who knows what else

>>2402463
We should find that high septon. We'll have him do some annulling and it all works out.

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Arthur's relationship with his brother kind of reminds me of Crazy by Gnarls Barkley in a superficial kind of way

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> "Fuck this shoddily made crap."

"I don't want to have to use the same old rubbish everyone else in the world does."
He pulls out an orange from his pocket and starts peeling it with a bemused smile on his face.
"Traditional knowledge not good enough for our orange merchant then?"
He pops slice in his mouth after saying that.
You look at him dead in the eye with a serious expression.
"Not by a long shot."

He chuckles and smacks you on the back.
"I like you. Most nobles just focus on the achievements of their ancestors and empty titles to such a degree that they forget that there's life outside the game."

He walks towards a pedestal with a fruit tray on it, grabs an apple and throws it at you. Naturally, you catch the apple midair.
"I hope you enjoy your stay at Casterly Rock Ser Arthur. Always nice to meet people who've the guts to see the world."
You take a bite of the apple as he left with a bow. It tasted sweet and refreshing.

After making his leave, the servant boy that went to take the wine to cool down returned with a confused expression when his master was nowhere to be seen.
You pointed towards the door he left from and he thanked you as he scurried off after him.

Shortly afterwards a blonde, buxom maid came to see you.
"Ser Arthur I presume? I'm to show you the guest room."
"Very good then. Lead the way."

It was a small, but comfy little room for one person. It had a small table, chair, a bed a brazier for heating and a cupboard above the table with some candles. There were some simple tapestries on the walls as well as a rug on the floor. Very easy to keep warm during the night.
Overall a better room than you got when staying at most inns with Ser Hector.

At this point, you had told ayour guards stay at the inn on the residential area. Seems that the establishment was built for entertaining guards of the prominent guests in the first place.
You also told the carriage driver to take a message back to your parents that you're staying up here a couple of days.

After been given your room, there was still some time before the dinner however, so you decide to...

> Take a nap
> Go and visit the study
> Go and watch the Lannister guards train at the courtyard
> Go and check the forges. See what passes for steel around these parts
> Something else: Write-in

>>2403991
We got invited to dinner didn't we, just relax in the courtyard and read a couple chapters of our new book until it's time for that.

>>2403995
This

>>2403995
Sure, see if we can gleam something nice and later ask the Maester for a tour of the study so we can peruse more books.

>>2404008
Tywin actually has like 8 or so Maesters under his employ.

>>2404012
No surprise, the the one with the biggest *books*

>>2403991
Check the forges

>>2403995
Supporting.

>>2403995
This.

>>2403991
>> Go and check the forges. See what passes for steel around these parts

>>2403991
Check dem forges

>Read the book you got at the courtyard
>>2403995
>>2403997
>>2404008
>>2404052
>>2404170

>Metal is the only way
>>2404046
>>2404451
>>2404453

Bit of an odd choice considering that you could read that book while you were sailing and there'd be other books in the study to read which you won't have access to while traveling, but you know I'll just go with what the votes say.

>>2406058
Come on, now; what kind of quest would this be if we made sensible, efficient, decisions?