>>2858976
>>"I am a child of the forest, leave now or face my curse!" [Deception roll, Hard]

>>2858976
>"I am a child of the forest, leave now or face my curse!" [Deception roll, Hard]

>>2858976
>"I am a child of the forest, leave now or face my curse!" [Deception roll, Hard]

>>2858976
>>"I am a child of the forest, leave now or face my curse!" [Deception roll, Hard]

>>2858976
>"I am a child of the forest, leave now or face my curse!" [Deception roll, Hard]

Huh. a GoT quest?

>>2859128
Imagine being this stupid

>>2859130
what?

Alright, roll me a 2d6, best of three. DC is 9.

Rolled 6, 6 = 12 (2d6)

>>2859164

>>2859165
>>2859164
ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

>>2859165
Lol, we're a child of the forest now.

Oh, I'm glad to see this continue. I read the first thread post-facto, thought it was cute, and asked about it in /qst/ general, but didn't get anything so I was sad it would be one of the many quests that start and never get going.

>>2859181
He said he would continue it after awhile, so, I was rather confident cuz he seemed like a decent guy.

>>2859165
The boy's going to go back to his parents and start a witch hunt isn't he?

>>2859185
Probably gunna ask for a wish or something lmao

>>2859165
Wew

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You put on your best spooky voice, low and gruff, and say "I am a child of the forest, leave now or face my curse!" You hide your head behind the tree's branches and trunk, trying your hardest to make it scary.

It works. The child lets out a bloodcurling scream of terror. He runs away, back into the group of trees that leads into the village. You can hear his ragged and heavy breathing for a while, along with the sound of branches breaking and foliage moving. When all goes silent, you spot him returning to the village and heading to a certain house, trying to catch some elders' attention.

You show a devious smile as you see him screaming for help. Eventually, a middle-aged peasant comes out of his shack to reprimand him and bring him into the house. You carefully tread down the tree and head home.

Old Buck, as always, is sitting by a small fire, preparing a bit of chicken. One of the animals died of old age. Meat's not as good when they're old, but it's better than no meat. Or so Buck tells you.

You sit by the campfire with him, petting Young Buck while he recounts his times as warden of Pallars. He struck many thieves with wooden sticks and punished them for their errors, back when Lord Clayton was a babe and his regent and uncle, ser Guncer, ruled in his stead. Your heart is still racing at the thought of the boys' eyes meeting yours. It was the first time you stared at someone that wasn't Old Buck, sweet Young Buck, or the old man's animals.

>Tell him about your encounter, even if he might get mad at you. [Will test, Medium]
>Keep it to yourself, try your hardest to hide your nerves. [Deception test, Easy]

>>2859200
>Tell him about your encounter, even if he might get mad at you. [Will test, Medium]

>>2859200
>Keep it to yourself, try your hardest to hide your nerves. [Deception test, Easy]

>>2859200
>Keep it to yourself, try your hardest to hide your nerves. [Deception test, Easy]

>>2859208
>>2859212
No, bad anons. We are trying to be gud gril.

>>2859208
>>2859212
We don't lose Will for rolling for it and might actually gain a point in will even, and it's important Buck knows so he can do damage control.

>>2859200
I'll switch to
>Tell him about your encounter, even if he might get mad at you. [Will test, Medium]
Since anon asked so nicely.

>>2859200
>>Tell him about your encounter, even if he might get mad at you. [Will test, Medium]
why even lie

>>2859200
>>Tell him about your encounter, even if he might get mad at you. [Will test, Medium]

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A bit of an explanation might be in order:

>All tests are based on the attributes mentioned (Athletics, Will, Endurance, etc.)
>Succesfully passing tests means that you get better with those attributes. Moreso when you're a child, as you're in learning age.
>Failing tests has consequences apart from what you'd expect from the situation, such as attribute reduction, but these reductions are minimal when you're a child and get progressively worse as you age. When you're an old woman, failing skill tests might result in lowering a certain attribute.
>Along with attributes, you can specialize in certain skills that pertain to them. Though this is usually learned at a later age, when you're reaching adulthood.

>Everything is a test. Keeping true to your friends and being an honest person even when it does you harm (psychological, social, physical, etc) is as much of a test as swinging a sword to defeat your enemies.
There's lots of things that your character feels that you don't. Considering she's an 11 year old girl and is actually going through these events with all the consequences pertaining to them. I wanted to simulate it that way. Hope it works well.

Anyway, do me a will test, 3d6, best of three, DC 9

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

>>2859251

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

>>2859251
Time to r-r-roll.

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

>>2859251

You bring up your resolve. You know Old Buck won't like it that you spend hours in the evening staring at Pallars, but you don't want to lie to him or keep your mouth shut. You're friends, he'll understand.

"Buck, I was sitting up on a tree by your fields. I saw a boy my age there." You say as he eats a piece of meat.

He chews for a bit, then swallows, looking at the roasting chicken above the fire. Then he looks at you and smiles as he shrugs off the grease on his short beard and moustache. "And what happened?" he asks in a warm tone.

You can't help but feel surprised, Buck had always been so adamant about you not leaving the house. You take your arms around your legs and hug them, it makes you feel more secure. "I pretended I was a child of the forest, like the ones in the God's Eye you told me about. And he ran away really fast."

Buck breaks out into a hearty laugh, you'd think it would be a roaring one if he were younger. "You're as clever as a snake, Rhae." he says inbetween chuckles. "Might be because dragons and snakes both have scales. They are distant cousins, the both of them, or so a Maester once told me." He points the bone of the old chicken towards you as he says that. "Might be you're Rhae Greysnake instead of Rhaenyra Silverdrake."

You smile, Rhae Greysnake. If all that Buck told you is true, most women in the Seven Kingdoms would be real mad at a name like that. To you, it's warming, moreso than Rhaenyra Silverrr-... Whatever Buck said. It's a name you've earned, instead of one you're given.

The evening passes by with some cheers and laughs. The chicken's meat was tough and somewhat dry, but it warmed your belly as well as it could.

A week passes by uneventfully, but at the end of it, during a sunny morning with blue skies, a bunch of footsteps and talking can be heard coming up from the path leading to Pallars. Buck tells you to get into the house and you promptly do so. Sitting at the stool upon which you always sit when visitors come by.

Outside, you start hearing some voices, but they aren't young Erryk and Melara. They're all men, and there's at least three different ones. You wonder who these people are, did you do something bad that other day? You do want to listen in on what they're saying.

>Try to do what you always do, head to the window to peek out and see what's happening for yourself. [Stealth test, Medium]
>Stick to where you are, Old Buck'll deal with it and tell you what's up. [Will test, Easy]

>>2859322
>Stick to where you are, Old Buck'll deal with it and tell you what's up. [Will test, Easy]
If they see us, it could get really ugly

>>2859322
>>Try to do what you always do, head to the window to peek out and see what's happening for yourself. [Stealth test, Medium]

>>2859322
>>Try to do what you always do, head to the window to peek out and see what's happening for yourself. [Stealth test, Medium]

>>2859322
>Try to do what you always do, head to the window to peek out and see what's happening for yourself. [Stealth test, Medium]

>>2859375
>>2859383
>>2859384
guise pls, don't get buck killed

Roll 3d6, DC 10, best of three.

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

>>2859419

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

>>2859419

>>2859419

Rolled 5, 1 = 6 (2d6)

>>2859425

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

>>2859455
Woops messed that up, one sec.

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>>2859458
You've been doing the same thing for months, every time black-haired Erryk and his wife come to visit, you sneak out to the window and listen in on their conversation. Buck's none the wiser to your antics, not that it's that bad to just listen in on a conversation like that. It's good to hear other people's voices.

After some more excuses for your rude behaviour, you set out, concentrated, softly moving your feet forward and avoiding any and all creaks in the house, you stop as you hear the voices silence themselves. It sounds awkward, you think you've been heard. Then they resume their conversation, you reach the window and sit under it.

"You know nothing of it, you say, ser?" an old man's voice says.

"I swear on it, ser Guncer. Why wouldn't I tell you straight away?" You recognize Buck speaking. He seems to be pleading to that Guncer.

A young man's voice is then raised. "Ser. Remind yourself that honesty is a virtue. That child was terrorized, he's struggling to even go tend the fields with his parents. He must've seen something."

With Buck's tone, you can tell that he gave the young man a long shrug. "Might be he's seen an animal." He says.

Guncer replies. "An animal that speaks? I've known you for at least twenty years, ser Harlan. You're lying."

Buck's voice seems to become worried. It's just the same as when you catch him lying to you. "Ser Guncer, I respect House Byrch, never would I tell a lie."

Guncer replicates in a commanding tone. "Then prove it, we'll search your shack. If you hide nothing, we'll leave you in peace. If we find something, you'll answer to me."

You then hear a man being shoved, Buck. He pleads with them, saying that he hides nothing and feels betrayed.

Oh. Oh no. They're coming.

>Run out the back, avoiding any sort of noise. [Stealth, Hard.]
>Run out the back, even if you make some noise, you can untie Young Buck and send him off as if he were the culprit of it. [Athletics, Medium | Agility, Medium]
>Stand and face the man, defend Buck's honor. [Will, Hard]

>>2859547
>Run out the back, avoiding any sort of noise. [Stealth, Hard.]

>>2859547
>Run out the back, avoiding any sort of noise. [Stealth, Hard.]

>>2859547
Is there a chance they will notice somebody else lives there besides Buck, even if we succeed the stealth roll?

>>2859547
>Run out the back, avoiding any sort of noise. [Stealth, Hard.]

We sneaking boys. Roll 3d6, DC 14

Rolled 2, 6, 1 = 9 (3d6)

>>2859687
I think this will be fruitless, even if we do win. They're gunna see there's other people eating here or something

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

>>2859687

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

>>2859687
This is going to be tough.

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Your heart skips a beat as you think of a plan to leave without being seen. Carefully, you wade towards the back of the house. Your heart's thumping at speeds you'd never seen before. It doesn't feel good, but you must get out of here so Buck can be left alone.

As you reach the door, you hear a loud thump behind you, the front door didn't give in on that first push. Nevertheless, your mind races, and like a spooked hare, you leg it out the back, opening the door in a rush.

You hear a voice coming from behind the shed. "Did you fuckin' lie to me, Harlan?". It's Guncer's voice. No one replies.

A second thump, and Guncer's inside the shack, from his footsteps you can tell he's searching around. His footsteps are not the only ones you hear, dirt is being shoved around from the right, coming around the side.

You see Young Buck and he seems unsettled, looking at the doorframe, the dog starts barking ferociously while the chickens fly around their pen, terrified by the noise of it.

>Untie Young Buck and tell him to stay put. He'll get the blame for opening the door while you run for the treeline close to the shack. You must not be seen. [Agility Test, Medium | Athletics Test, Medium]
>Present yourself to ser Guncer, defend Buck's honor. [Will Test, Hard]
>Go around the side, try to negotiate with the man coming from there so he can let you go. [Persuasion, Difficulty Unknown]

>>2859742
>>Untie Young Buck and tell him to stay put. He'll get the blame for opening the door while you run for the treeline close to the shack. You must not be seen. [Agility Test, Medium | Athletics Test, Medium]
For the doggo!

>>2859742
>Untie Young Buck and tell him to stay put. He'll get the blame for opening the door while you run for the treeline close to the shack. You must not be seen. [Agility Test, Medium | Athletics Test, Medium]

>>2859742
>>Present yourself to ser Guncer, defend Buck's honor. [Will Test, Hard]

>>2859742
>>Untie Young Buck and tell him to stay put. He'll get the blame for opening the door while you run for the treeline close to the shack. You must not be seen. [Agility Test, Medium | Athletics Test, Medium]

Right then, roll 6d6. First three dice are for untying Young Buck and keeping him in line, last three are for running. DC is 10 on both.

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

>>2859825
We have rank 3 persuasion, so, hopefully we might still make it out alri if this doesn't work

Rolled 2, 6, 5, 1, 5, 6 = 25 (6d6)

>>2859825

Rolled 2, 5, 5, 4, 4, 6 = 26 (6d6)

>>2859825

>>2859831
>>2859838
>>2859845
straight

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

>>2859825

13 and 14. Both passed.

You untie Young Buck in a hurry while thinking of the next part of your plan. Running. When you untie it, you pat him on the back, at which point he sits shoddily, leaving his ass halfway up, the animal's really nervous and whimpers and barks constantly. If you could voice some commands at him, you're sure Young Buck would listen and calm down. There is no time.

The footsteps come ever closer. The man coming around seems to have gotten distracted and stopped halfway, but Guncer does not balk and heads for the backdoor after a quick check inside.

You sprint, as quietly as you can, you know this area well, just yesterday you've been tearing off bad plants and putting bothersome branches away. Each one of your footsteps melts with the cacophony of Young Buck barking, the chickens flapping their wings and even the mule whinnying.

You reach the treeline and hide between bushes and trees. Watching from afar as Guncer comes out of the shack and Young Buck snaps at him from his sitting position. Guncer throws the back of his hand, clad in a leather gauntlet, towards Young Buck, who recieves the hit and whimpers before resuming his bark and attempting a bite again.

Guncer curses at the animal and then proceeds to sweep around your house. You watch as he opens the chicken's pen, some of them fleeing it. He curses again as his mail and sword scabbard get stuck at various spots in the pen.

The man coming around finally reaches Guncer. You see a very young man with some weight on him, but still strong and clad in decent mail with the Byrch coat of arms on his tabbard. He wields a strange weapon, it looks like a bow, but he holds like a lance, with a hand on some sort of trigger.

The young man adresses Guncer. "Uncle, you should calm down. Can't you see that it was the dog?"

Guncer glares at him. "It's Ser Guncer, Balman. I thought your elder brother taught you manners."

Balman, probably Balman Byrch, lord Clayton's younger brother of around 17 namedays. He also has a sword in a scabbard. He winces as his uncle speaks to him in that dark tone. This Guncer must be Guncer Byrch, Clayton and Balman's uncle, he was young back when Old Buck came to Pallars.

OId Buck comes out of the shack's backdoor. "I told you, Ser Guncer. There's no one here. Can't you see why I didn't want you coming in? Dog's got a real nasty bite and I didn't want you getting hurt, Ser."

Guncer looks around him, still searching for something suspicious. "Don't fuck with me, ser Harlan. You got a dog that snaps at others yet it can open doors?"

"It's a guard dog, ser." Old Buck replies while shutting up Young Buck.

Roll an Awareness test, 3d6. DC is 12 (Medium-Hard)

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

>>2859936

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

>>2859936

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

>>2859936

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As you hide, you hear branches and bushes parting to your right. Someone's coming from there. You look, and see what you suppose is Guncer's third man moving along the treeline. He doesn't have the Byrch arms on him, rather wearing a few pieces of leather armor and holding a knife in his hand, he seems older than Balman, but not older than Guncer. The man, of a shaggy golden hair, hasn't spotted you yet, he's close and coming closer as he inspects the woods. Sneaking away wouldn't be too hard, but that would mean losing sight of your shack.

'Seven hells.' is what you think of. Old Buck said it a few times when he got angry, though he said you shouldn't say it, you still thought the words packed a punch. No time for daydreaming. You must make a decision.

>Head further into the woods, even if you have to lose sight of your home. [Will test, Medium | Sneaking test, Easy]
>Stay where you are, try to keep yourself well hidden from the third man. [Sneaking test, Hard]
>Climb the tree to be out of his sight, no one looks up. [Sneaking test, Medium | Agility test, Easy]

---

End of session, have an exam tomorrow and I have to prepare for it. I'll be back at around the same hour.

>>2860010
>Head further into the woods, even if you have to lose sight of your home. [Will test, Medium | Sneaking test, Easy]

>>2860010
>Stay where you are, try to keep yourself well hidden from the third man. [Sneaking test, Hard]

>>2860010
>Head further into the woods, even if you have to lose sight of your home. [Will test, Medium | Sneaking test, Easy]

>>2860010
>Climb the tree to be out of his sight, no one looks up. [Sneaking test, Medium | Agility test, Easy]

>>2860010
>have an exam tomorrow

you a grad student?

>>Climb the tree to be out of his sight, no one looks up. [Sneaking test, Medium | Agility test, Easy]
>>Stay where you are, try to keep yourself well hidden from the third man. [Sneaking test, Hard]

>>2860073
Why the fuck did you pick both, lmao. You only pick one cuz failing one of them means we get noticed.

>>2860073
I picked heading further in cuz if we'll have to do another agility test I think and we might fall and get hurt or something.

>>2860010
>Head further into the woods, even if you have to lose sight of your home. [Will test, Medium | Sneaking test, Easy]

>>2860010
Just caught up, looks interesting
>Head further into the woods, even if you have to lose sight of your home. [Will test, Medium | Sneaking test, Easy]
If they *do* look up, there's no place to run. And let's not try our luck against a hard DC.

>>2860082
I voted for both because I prefer either of them over the third, I'm not voting to do both

Hey everyone. Exam was a disaster, smile and optimism is gone. I'll confirm if I run today in a few hours, I'll probably start earlier and spend the afternoon questing so I can go get shitfaced and complain to my friends during the night.

>>2861209
top wew, rest in peace

>>2861209
Fuck your life.
At least hugs are free.

Alright, cleared my mind a bit. Next session is in around 5-6 hours. Gonna spend the afternoon relaxing a bit more and coming up with stuff for the quest.

>>2861323
Take as much time as you need man. Failing an exam isn't ever easy to deal with.

Alright, time to roll. We're heading further into the woods. Rhae doesn't want to go too far from her home with these unsavory knights around. But she knows that it would be best to stay hidden from these men as to avoid trouble for Old Buck.

Roll me a 6d6. First three are for will, last three are for sneaking, as always. DC 10 for the first, DC 6 for the second.

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

>>2861655

Rolled 6, 1, 5, 2, 5, 2 = 21 (6d6)

>>2861655
Let's get lost.

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

>>2861655
assuming it's best of 2, but have a roll anyway just in case

>>2861706
Why best of 2, it's almost always best of 3

>>2861711
It's been varied. First thread it was mostly BO2, and LV has only mentioned when it's BO3 in this thread, so idk.

>>2861728
I thought it was best of 3 the entire quest?

>>2861733
There was 8 mentions of BO2 in the first thread, none of BO3.
There has been 0 mentions of BO2 in this thread, 2 of BO3.
Make of that what you will.

>>2861743
The first thread was a bit ago, so I guess I just forgot.

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>>2861706
>>2861728
Best of three actually. Was waiting for the third roll. I'm trying to decide which of the two is most fun, best of two or best of three.

>>2861733
I did best of two in the first thread.

12 on the roll for will, and 14 for sneaking.

That man of shaggy blonde hair doesn't look too right. As far as you know, he hasn't said a word since he arrived, only gave a short greeting to Old Buck. Something doesn't tick about his looks either.

Noticing that the man is approaching you and the ruccus from your home is dying down, you realize that the three men are going to sweep the area. Though you worry for Old and Young Buck, you have to head deeper into the forest to avoid being found.

You slowly trudge backwards, making sure not to hit anything loud on the ground, slowly passing by bushes, circumventing trees. When you reach a certain length, you turn around and look infront of you, moving annoying shrub branches out of the way. This forest doesn't really have beaten paths in them, which hampers your speed greatly.

When you've gotten to a good distance from the shack. You realize that you're close to the field of grass where you woke up. That was already a year ago, yet you still don't know why you were there. All you remember is a foggy dream. The man of the silver hair drinking a crimson liquid, which flowed more like goo. Was he your father? Someone you knew?

You approach the field where you once woke up. It's strange how only grass flows in that patch of land. Buck told you that it's always been that way. Apparently a Weirwood tree was torn out by the invading andals, and other trees and plants refused to grow there from there on. Or so Old Lewys, the mayor of Pallars, told him. You don't really doubt it, Old Buck told you that the Weirwood trees aren't just white trees with carved faces, they're magical entities carved by the Children of the Forest. If there were dragons flying and breathing fire, why wouldn't some trees be magic stuff too?

As you head to exit the tree line, you trip on something and fall down. Owie, this fall scraped your knee a bit, it's gonna bleed at least a little. You realize something strange. You stepped on a branch, yet it didn't break, it was too slender of a thing to not break. You look down and see... A hilt?

Buck's shown you the hilt of a sword before, but he told you that you'd never hold one until you had practiced with him. It was a hilt from an old sword of his that fell to rust long ago. But this hilt seems thinner, and the pommel is also quite elaborate, bearing a figure of the sun with curvy rays coming out of it, its paint worn off.

You look to the rest of the sword, it's dug into the ground, some plants even grow on top of it, with plants curving around the hilt.

Inquisitively, you give the sword a tug upwards. It won't budge. You give it a good pull, putting all your strength into it. It still won't budge. You clear the plants holding onto it. Still nothing.

Cont.

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>>2861750
You crouch besides it and wonder why no one has bothered to dig this sword out of the ground. Not like it's hidden or anything. Why hasn't Buck shown it to you before? You caress the pommel gently, removing the dust from it. You see something on the pommel, letters, you think, but Buck didn't teach you how to read letters. He doesn't know how to himself, even if he proudly says that he can read each letter of 'Pallars'.

You give them a good look, but you don't even know where a letter ends and when one begins. This isn't like the usual letters that Buck's shown you from the Common Tongue. And they're also written real tiny on the pommel.

>Leave the sword alone. You have to return to Old Buck now that some time has passed. Surely he'll help you dig this sword out.
>Keep up with your attempts to pull the sword out. [Athletics roll, difficulty unknown]
>Look around for some sort of hint, maybe the sword is there for a reason. [Awareness roll, difficulty unknown]

>>2861768
>>Look around for some sort of hint, maybe the sword is there for a reason. [Awareness roll, difficulty unknown]
If that fails
>Keep up with your attempts to pull the sword out. [Athletics roll, difficulty unknown]

Gotta go for the shinies. qst anons are magpies after all.

>>2861768
>Look around for some sort of hint, maybe the sword is there for a reason. [Awareness roll, difficulty unknown]
>Keep up with your attempts to pull the sword out. [Athletics roll, difficulty unknown]
QM, are we a Targaryen that drank a magic elixir, from like Brynden Rivers or something?

>>2861768
>Look around for some sort of hint, maybe the sword is there for a reason. [Awareness roll, difficulty unknown]
Tempted to brute force it, but let's play to our strength

>>2861768
>>Look around for some sort of hint, maybe the sword is there for a reason. [Awareness roll, difficulty unknown]

Roll 3d6, best of three. DC unknown.

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

>>2861820

Rolled 5, 4, 4 = 13 (3d6)

>>2861820
There's no upside to best of 2 with asoiaf rpg dice system cuz you can't critfail. It's only good if the QM wants to make the game harder. Best of 2 can be okay for d100 and such cuz there's less chance to critfail

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

>>2861820
Dice

Gonna get some food. ETA ~40 mins.

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13.

You decide to look around for some sort of clue as to why this particular sword is buried in this place. Try as you may, you don't notice anything out of the ordinary. The ground around it is firm and brimming with plants, so it was buried long ago. What you don't understand still is why no one bothered to dig it up.

You spend a while longer toying around with the hilt. The letters make no sense, but you can tell that the pommel was once yellow. The hilt fits relatively well in your hand, considering how young you are. And from the size of the hilt, it's longer than the shortsword that Buck showed you. You decide to dig on the ground around it and see a likely reason why no one dug it up. The ground there is hard as stone, you can barely scrape off the dust off the area. The plants trunks break themselves as their roots are dug into this hard dirt.

You stare at it confused, but your pondering is cut short by the sound of footsteps from the dirt path. You hide behind a tree, taking a peek from it. At the path, you can see Guncer and Balman Byrch, and their blonde thug trailing behind them. Guncer leads the walk and stops in front of the grassfield. He turns around and says something to the blonde man. Balman intervenes in the conversation. After a short talk, Guncer and the blonde man leave while Balman heads back towards your shack.

>Head back home through the woods, you can't do much more here.
>Follow Guncer and his man. Try to listen in on their conversation. [Sneaking test, Medium]
>Follow Balman on his way back to the shack. [Sneaking test, Medium]

>>2861914
>Follow Guncer and his man. Try to listen in on their conversation. [Sneaking test, Medium]
all in now

>>2861914
>>Follow Guncer and his man. Try to listen in on their conversation. [Sneaking test, Medium]
>Make a not of the location to return later.
Maybe we can ask our guardian to dig it up for us.

>>2861914
>Head back home through the woods, you can't do much more here.

>>2861914
>Follow Guncer and his man. Try to listen in on their conversation. [Sneaking test, Medium]
Are they really looking for a tree babby?

>>2861917
>>2861918
>Make a not of the location to return later.
>Maybe we can ask our guardian to dig it up for us.
Sure
>>2861929

Roll me a 3d6 then. Best of three, DC 10.

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

>>2861954

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

>>2861954
Dice.

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

>>2861954

Gotta leave for an hour or two lads, BRB.

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>>2861956
Seeing Guncer and his rogue heading back to the village, you're sure that they will discuss something interesting either for you or at least for Old Buck. You decide to follow them while hiding in the forest. You make sure to hide your presence as well as possible, but you have to wade around obstacles that could make noise, sometimes you have to get farther away from the pair in order to reach some tall vegetation, so you can only get parts of the conversation.

"You know what to do?" Ser Guncer asks the shaggy haired man.

The man nods. "Sure do." He says.

"Balman won't move his ass from there for a while. So prepare carefully. If someone else shows up, do whatever you think is best." Guncer says.

"I hope you remember our deal. This won't be for free." the rogue says.

Guncer grunts and glares at him. "Considering I'm giving you the job half done, you shouldn't be spouting that horseshit."

They then both stop, entering a small clearing to the left then going into the woods. You follow them and feel terror when you spot the rogue picking up two weapons like Ser Balman's and loading them with what looks like a small arrow. You see a hole dug out and an open chest besides it, probably where those weapons come from. What's he going to do with that? You gulp, your heart racing, in your head, you know exactly what his plan is. But why?

"Here." says Guncer while handing a shortsword to the man at arms. "This'll do a better looking cut than that hunk of iron in your belt."

The rogue sneers at him. "I won't be one to deny such a precious gift, good ser." he says, sarcasm seeping from every word in that sentence.

"Don't talk to me like that unless you want to hang from a tree, cunt. Do what you're paid for." Guncer replies. He cleans off the leaves and some dust from his mail and leaves.

Then, the rogue takes off, towards your shack. A dirk stands alone. as the two men separate, going their own way. Your heart races as you think of what to do next. You pick up your ponytail and twirl it during these horrifying few seconds.

You will...
>Pick up the dirk.
>Not pick up the dirk.

...then...
>Follow the rogue.
>Head back home your own way, warn Buck.
>Follow ser Guncer.

>>2862395
>Pick up the dirk.
fuck it, activate it, there's no brakes on this train
>Head back home your own way, warn Buck.

>>2862395
>Not pick up the dirk.
They might notice the lack of an item that should be there and connect the dots
>Head back home your own way, warn Buck.

>>2862411
>>2862395
Wait, I switch to:
>Follow the rogue.
If we run straight home, then we might be trapped, we don't know if we'll make it back with time for us to leave or prepare a trap. We need to k-k-kill him before he k-kills Buck

>>2862395
>Pick up the dirk
>Head back home your own way, warn Buck.

>>2862460
>>2862416
Anons please, we have to save Buck this way. Going home makes it seem like Old or Young Buck will have to die to protecc

I'm off for the night, sorry for the odd pauses here and there, I'll try to keep them to a minimum. I might start it earlier tomorrow since I'll probably be busy during the night (I live in GMT+1 btw)

>>2862395
>Pick up the dirk.
>Follow the rogue.

>Pick up the dirk
>Follow the rogue.

>>2862395
>Pick up the dirk.
>Follow the rogue.
Time to put all them fighting lessons to use!
I mean we need to try to alert bucko to the danger without getting ourself shot.

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>>2863058
>Time to put all them fighting lessons to use!
You haven't had fighting lessons, you just trained your body to prepare for them.

Gonna do a few updates today, I have to leave multiple times during the day so updates may come by irregularly. Let's do some traumatizing stuff.

The decision is taken. You let your ponytail go and pass by the tree you took as your hiding spot. The dirk lays on the ground, abandoned entirely. You wait to see if the rogue comes back for it, he doesn't. You pick it up by the hilt and look at it. You're not sure what you want to do with it, your mind tells you to run away as fast as you can back to Old Buck's embrace, but you know that would put everyone at risk.

You won't, because you have the blood of the dragon in your veins. Buck told you, and you know it. The dragon does not recoil in adversity, it breathes fire upon its foes and sheds their blood. And if y-you must...

You shake your head, trying to force out the feeling of doubt and dread.

Guncer and his rogue haven't seen you, they're not even sure that you exist at all. The rogue seems to think that Old Buck has a companion, but he wouldn't expect you to take him by surprise.

You start following the rogue's path and see him in the distance, approaching him won't be easy, but he does seem distracted by the forest's dense foliage. Then after approaching him, the best thing to do would be...

Gods. Just thinking about it is making you recoil. Your legs fail as stress overcomes you, you fall on your knees, holding the dirk tight with both of your hands. "Buck, please, what do I do?" you whisper inbetween sobs as tears flow from your face.

Your mind races through the possibilities. You know you can't reach Buck without the rogue spotting you at some point. He'll get there before you do as well, which means that as soon as he sees you, he'll go for your old friend.

As you ponder your next move, you notice something on the old road. A four-legged animal with shaggy and long fur. Young Buck. When he smells you, he approaches you calmly and stays at your feet.

"What are you doing here?" you ask it, he looks at you eagerly, as if waiting for food. "No matter. Follow." you order the animal, and he stands at your side waiting for you to move. You feel invigorated by his presence.

Promptly, you do so, moving forward. The rogue seems to have gotten tangled on some brambles and is trying to remove them, both his weapons are down, but he has unsheathed his short sword to cut the brambles.

It's now or never.

Cont.

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>>2863351
>Approach the man and attack along with Young Buck. Throw everything you got on one gamble. [Sneaking test, Medium | Animal Handling Test, Easy | Fighting test, Hard]

>Approach the man, command Young Buck to attack first and use whatever opening that provides. Young Buck's life may be at risk as he fights the man alone. [Sneaking test, Medium | Animal Handling Test, Medium | Fighting test, Medium]

>Approach the man and speak to him, try to negotiate with him. [Persuasion Test, Difficulty Unknown]

>Approach the man, threaten him with your dirk and with the dog so he can't move. Speak with him. [Sneaking test, Hard | Persuasion Test, Difficulty Unknown]

>Write in.

>>2863352
>Approach the man, command Young Buck to attack first and use whatever opening that provides. Young Buck's life may be at risk as he fights the man alone. [Sneaking test, Medium | Animal Handling Test, Medium | Fighting test, Medium]

>>2863352
>Approach the man and attack along with Young Buck. Throw everything you got on one gamble. [Sneaking test, Medium | Animal Handling Test, Easy | Fighting test, Hard]

>>2863352
>>Approach the man and attack along with Young Buck. Throw everything you got on one gamble. [Sneaking test, Medium | Animal Handling Test, Easy | Fighting test, Hard]

>>2863352
>>Approach the man and attack along with Young Buck. Throw everything you got on one gamble. [Sneaking test, Medium | Animal Handling Test, Easy | Fighting test, Hard]

>>2863352
Now that the forest has distracted him go round and run ahead to warn Buck.

Finally back, let's do this.

Roll me 8d6. Three for sneak, three for animal handling, two for fighting.

Rolled 1, 6, 4, 5, 4, 5, 3, 4 = 32 (8d6)

>>2863878

>>2863878
DCs are 10, 6, and 10 respectively, btw.

Rolled 3, 1, 5, 5, 4, 3, 4, 4 = 29 (8d6)

>>2863878

Rolled 3, 3, 4, 2, 5, 2, 4, 3 = 26 (8d6)

>>2863878

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>>2863887
11, 14, 8.

You successfully sneak up towards the man. Ever careful of avoiding loud noises from roots, branches and brambles. Young Buck follows, silent as well, not quite understanding what's going on. When you reach a 10 feet distance, you know that is time. You gulp and give out one large breath, then tap Young Buck on his ass and whisper "Attack."

Without a moment of doubt, Young Buck rushes in a sprint towards the man, who looks back as he hears the dog's movement as he sweeps away all obstacles with ease. It was no use though, Young Buck took his right arm and dug his teeth into it. The man drops his sword, lets out a scream of pain and curses at the dog.

You, you doubted, you approached as well but as you reached him and saw Young Buck lunge and draw blood, you felt scared. More terrified than you had been in your entire life, you step back a few times and can only observe the brutality in front of you.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you, you piece of shit mutt!" The man yells inbetween his grunts of pain. You notice him reaching for the sword with his left hand.

>Attack him with the dirk before he hurts Young Buck. [Will test, Hard | Fighting test, Medium]
>Reach for one of the fallen weapons, pick it up and fire it. At this distance you're pretty sure you won't miss or hit Young Buck accidentally. [Will test, Medium | Athletics test, Medium, | Marksmanship test, Medium]
>Spend a bit recomposing yourself, surely Young Buck can handle it. [No more will tests, but you don't do anything]

>>2863977
>>Attack him with the dirk before he hurts Young Buck. [Will test, Hard | Fighting test, Medium]

>>2863977
>Attack him with the dirk before he hurts Young Buck. [Will test, Hard | Fighting test, Medium]
The fight test!

>>2863977
>>Attack him with the dirk before he hurts Young Buck. [Will test, Hard | Fighting test, Medium]

>>2863977
>Reach for one of the fallen weapons, pick it up and fire it. At this distance you're pretty sure you won't miss or hit Young Buck accidentally. [Will test, Medium | Athletics test, Medium, | Marksmanship test, Medium]

>>2863977
>Attack him with the dirk before he hurts Young Buck. [Will test, Hard | Fighting test, Medium]

>>2863999
Your trips weren't enough this day, anon.

Roll me a 5d6. First three are Will and last two are Fighting. DC 14 for the first one, DC 6 for the second. Best of three as always.

Rolled 1, 5, 1, 5, 3 = 15 (5d6)

>>2864034
No whammy no whammy no whammy...

Rolled 4, 3, 4, 5, 5 = 21 (5d6)

>>2864034

Rolled 4, 1, 1, 5, 2 = 13 (5d6)

>>2864034

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>>2864044
11 and 10. Oh no.

You see him reach for his sword. No, you don't want him to hurt your dog. Young Buck's been with you, he's your friend. He... He'll kill him and you.

You close your eyes as you start crying again and run to him with your dirk in hand. He's distracted by the dog and searching for his sword. As you open your eyes again you aim the dirk and it finds his side. The man screams a horrifying scream and looks at you in the eyes. You see rage, hate, tears, but most of all, you see pain.

Your small sword digs further into his flesh with a sickening noise coming from his insides. Young Buck is still struggling with the man's right arm but the rogue has apparently given up. He pushes you away with his left hand and his breathing goes ragged, he doesn't scream or curse or yell as he looks at his wound and helplessly tries to take out the dirk dug into his side. He looks at you again. "Who... A girl? I... Why..." his voice drifts off as he slumps into the ground. He wheezes for a good minute while you sit there, your face still. Holding his hand to his wound weakly. Then his breathing stops.

You don't move, Young Buck has stopped his bloody work too, realizing the man's no longer even resisting. He goes back to your side and sits, waiting for instructions. You just sit there, you were going to bring your hands to your face but they're bloody. The tears start flowing as you realize what happened.

You cry and cry and cry, it's all you can do. Your heart is broken into so many pieces. You hug your legs and keep looking on and off towards the dead body sitting there. "I'm sorry..." you say multiple times. "I didn't want to..." you tell him as well, but your words are mere wind, with no one to hear them.

You cry and sob until your throat hurts and your eyes itch from the tears flowing through them. Your cheeks are a mess of salty tears and snot has covered your lips.

Your wails echo throughout the forest. As testimony of your regret and penance for your sin. After a while, you're simply so tired that you can no longer cry, the few sobs your body forces on you hurt your tired throat. You feel your mind drifting off as two silhouettes appear in the trees.

In your dreams, a figure of golden white hair, feminine and warm, opens his arms to you. All you want to do is reach to them and be held for hours on end by that stranger. Yet you can never reach her, always at the same distance, always right within your grasp. Yet so far away.

You wake up, slowly. Opening your eyes first, you see a straw bed, your straw bed. At the other side of it is Buck's straw bed. Empty. You sit up, your body aching.

Outside, you hear two men talking.

"... I'm telling you she's not a Targaryen." Buck's voice is recognizable. He's calm and composed.

"Then from a Lyseni woman? Where is she from?" You recognize Ser Balman talking. He's angry, even yelling.

Cont.

>>2864089
*He's holding his hand to his wound, weakly.

>>2864089
You get up, then the memory comes back. The sound of iron digging into flesh. The scream. The man's eyes. Young Buck growling and shaking its head. You hold your head, scared. Your ponytail is gone, your hair flowing freely, you're wearing some other clothes and your hands have been washed.

You want to leave the house and tell Buck how sorry you are for what you did. But everything hurts, your body, your head. "Buck..." You whimper faintly. "Please, don't hate me."

As if he heard you, you hear Buck rushing into the house and coming close to you. He puts his hands on your shoulders. "Rhae. Oh my sweet Rhae. Are you okay? Did he do something to you?"

"No. But he wanted to do bad things to you. I'm sorry Buck." You start crying again while Balman steps into the house.

"Ser, you realize what this means?" Balman asks Buck.

"It means nothing. Rhae wouldn't do that to someone. She's sweet like honey. Unlike your uncle." You'd never heard Old Buck as serious as he is now.

"Do you dare to accuse my uncle?" Balman says.

Old Buck takes a commanding tone. "Your uncle, ser. Your uncle has wanted you and your brothers dead for the past year. It was a mere suspicion, but now I am sure it is a reality. You saw what that man was carrying."

Balman is silent at first, but he replies. "I hope you will be able to prove that in a fair trial. I'll hope you'll answer for this child's crime."

Old Buck now turns to anger. "You saw what that man was carrying, two crossbows loaded with their bolts, close to mine own home. What more proof do you need? If you can't see what is going on in Byrch Hall, you are blind, Balman."

"But uncle Guncer cared for us for so long. Why now?"

"Why would I know?" Old Buck asks him. "I haven't dealt with him in a prolonged manner for nearly a decade."

You sob some more as the two men speak. Balman approaches you, standing besides your bed. "Who are you?"

>"I'm Rhae, I've lived with old Buck for a year now, I'm his protegee."
>"I'm a lost girl, I come from a big city. I saw that man with weapons and I defended myself."
>Other. Write in.
>Don't answer, let Buck do it for you.

>>2864129
>"I'm Rhae, I've lived with old Buck for a year now, I'm his protegee."
Also ask if he recognizes Guncer's sword which he gave to the dead guy.

>>2864129
>>Don't answer, let Buck do it for you.

>>2864129
>Don't answer, let Buck do it for you.

Leaving for today, hopefully I do a good 4 hour long session tomorrow at 19:00 GMT+1. See ya boys then.

>>2864129
>"I'm Rhae, I've lived with old Buck for a year now, I'm his protegee."

>>2864129
>"I'm Rhae..."
>Let Buck continue for you.

>>2864289
See ya tomorrow LoVa, bear in mind that some people might be focusing on the nintendo direct tomorrow if you notice a sudden decrease in players for a short while

>>2864129
>>2864351
Switch to this:
>>2864370

>>2864129

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>>2865316
What did he mean by this?

>>2864370
Supporting

>>2864129
>>2865316
>>2865334
>Don't answer, let Buck do it for you.

We got a tie, gonna give it 15 minutes for a tie break while I rest up

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2865819
Time to roll the dice, 1 is mentioning your name, 2 not to. My plan is to run for 3-4 hours. Let's do this.

>>2865874
Wait a second, Rhae... are we Rei from Evangelion?

>>2865878
Almost, we have purple eyes, not red ones. I'm also like 83.586% sure that we aren't part angel

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>>2865874
"I'm Rhae..." you reply, looking down to the ground in shame.

Buck shakes his head. "You're telling me this girl would do something like that for no reason?"

Balman stays quiet for a bit, then sighs. "Fine, ser Harlan. Though you can't expect me to believe that my uncle would do this. That rogue was paid by someone else."

"No." You say. "I saw him talk with the mean old man, he gave him a sword even. Didn't you see it?" You look at Balman, whose eyes were directed at you, but he averted them when you raised your head.

"Yes, but it's nothing more than a simple shortsword. You'd find thousands like that one in King's Landing." Balman replies.

"Easy then, Balman." Old Buck says. "Check your keep's storage right this day. If you find a crossbow and a shortsword missing. Then this rogue had them from there. You're going to tell me that he infiltrated a bloody keep just to steal two crossbows and a sword? Someone gave them to him."

Balman heads off to sit on a stool in the shack. "I will, ser Harlan. As soon as I reach my keep, Clayton will hear of this. It'll be dangerous though. My uncle isn't a stupid man, he must be prepared for anything, moreso now that he sent a murderer. If we acted against him, he'd do his best to slaughter us all and tell the Rykkers that we were plotting against him."

"The Rykkers can't do anything about this?" Buck asks Balman as he sits on his straw bed.

"I don't think they care. So what if some small keep has its lordling usurped? It's all the same as long as the levy is raised during war, and knights are sent." Balman says.

"What's your plan, then?"

"To use you. I'm sorry, ser Harlan. But you're the only other mature, respected knight in all of the Byrch's lands."

Old Buck looks down, deep in thought. "But Rhae..."

Balman gets up again, closing to you both. "I'll get her a handmaiden to teach her the ways of the court. I'll make her hair black through tinctures, and her eyes will look blue thanks to that. For whoever asks, she's Rae Storm, a bastard daughter of Harlan Slumberhall whom he took in after her mother died. Simple enough. She'll live a good life in Byrch Hall, with you." He then looks outside. "The dog can come, too."

Balman then smiles at you. "Think of it as a payback for saving my life and helping my brother out."

Old Buck now looks at you. "Rhae, is this what you want?"

>"No, I want to stay hidden here with old Buck. Buck said I was Rhae Greysnake, blood of old Valyria, I will always be Rhae Greysnake."
>"Fine, I'll go with you. But I'm Rhae Greysnake, I have the blood of old Valyria. I refuse to be known under any other name."
>"Fine, I'll go with you. I'll be Rae Storm. But I want to learn how to fight just like any knight."
>"Fine, I'll go with you. I'll be Rae Storm. I'll learn the ways of the court."

>>2865921
>Fine, I'll go with you. But I'm Rhae Greysnake, I have the blood of old Valyria. I refuse to be known under any other name.
Ser, you go too far!

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>>2865921
>>"Fine, I'll go with you. I'll be Rae Storm. But I want to learn how to fight just like any knight."
>>"Fine, I'll go with you. I'll be Rae Storm. I'll learn the ways of the court."

>>2865921
On the one hand, I love the name Rhae Greysnake. On the other, it paints a pretty large target on us. I'm really not sure what to pick other than going with him... Could Rhae pass as an androgynous boy if she bound her chest and stuff?

>>2865921
>"Fine, I'll go with you. I'll be Rae Storm. I'll learn the ways of the court."

>>2865936
>Could Rhae pass as an androgynous boy if she bound her chest and stuff?
Rhae is feminine, but she could pass as a boy if she shortened her hair and bound her chest. Though she still has 4-5 years to grow a more feminine figure which could show that she's actually a female. Plus, periods are usually seen by servants.

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>>2865921
>"Fine, I'll go with you. But I'm Rhae Greysnake, I have the blood of old Valyria. I refuse to be known under any other name. I guess if you really want, I could let you dye my hair..."
What has been activated can never be deactivated.

>>2865936
It doesnt seem like we are built like Visenya or Brienne or Tarth. Knight training would not do us good

>>2865932
>>2865935
>>2865938
Guise, pls switch to this pls:
>>2865947
There is no brakes on this train

>>2865952
I'd rather us not come off sounding like Daenarys of Blah-blah, ect.

>>2865942
>Plus, periods are usually seen by servants.
Yeah, that's right. Pretty hard to miss if we're gonna stay for a while. Let's go with
>"Fine, I'll go with you. I'll be Rae Storm. I'll learn the ways of the court."
We will need some court experience for the future.

>>2865948
You're too young to know how you'll be built. But you're taller than most girls and your body has been trained for nearly a full year. You're not incapable of recieving training. Visenya Targaryen might've not been a beautifully curved woman like her sister, but she was not Brienne of Tarth either.

What I'm trying to say is that as long as she trains hard, Rhae can become quite competent, maybe even more.

>>2865958
Fine. I still prefer not to train as a knight though. Could be fun doing court intrigue and the likes

>>2865955
That's kinda what she is though, she's a small child fed stories by a protective adoptive father. She's obviously not gunna be Daenaerys cuz her childhood was absolutely fucked, but she's valyrian and just appeared in the middle of a field with no memories, Buck has made her feel special. I don't plan on getting 3 dragons and conquering Westeros, but she's also upset from killing someone and from being told she should leave the only person she loves and knows.

>>2865955
Besides, if we dye our hair, who will believe that what she's saying is true, lmao. They will think she is just larping and/or her mother fucking sucked at parenting.

>>2865962
Same here. I hope we can still do some exercises every now and then though, keep up what we've gained over the year.

>>2865966
Yeah no... I'd say we're more like Ciri rather than Daenarys Mary Sue extraordinaire (Tv show wise).

Regardless why not both?

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I'll tally votes.

>>2865932
>>2865947
>"Fine, I'll go with you. But I'm Rhae Greysnake, I have the blood of old Valyria. I refuse to be known under any other name."

>"Fine, I'll go with you. I'll be Rae Storm. But I want to learn how to fight just like any knight."

>>2865957
>>2865938
>"Fine, I'll go with you. I'll be Rae Storm. I'll learn the ways of the court."

>>2865935
Mister middleman here also proposes another option. A mix of courtly learning and learning the ways of battle.

I'll wait for a little more to see if more people wish to vote.

>>2865921
>"Fine, I'll go with you. I'll be Rae Storm. I'll learn the ways of the court."

>>2865970
You're being a faglord just cuz you hate one person. The only person Rhae talks to every day is Buck, who says she's special and maybe Targaryen and stuff. I'm not saying we go full dom, I'm saying Rhae is prideful in who she is. Also, I'm fine with both, simply I just don't want to be known as Rae Storm. Would rather focus more in politics than combat, but combat is always gud.

>>2865971
>A mix of courtly learning and learning the ways of battle.
I didn't know that was even a sperate option. Switiching to that please from >>2865957

>>2865977
I wouldn't worry about it. Most important thing is to know wether you want to live in court or not. And wether you want to change your identity. The rest of the details will have to be ironed out in your stay there.

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>>2865976
Chill, don't get angry and throw insults just because someone disagrees with you. That doesn't add anything towards the discourse

Regardless
>>2865971
>A mix of courtly learning and learning the ways of battle.

>>2865985
You don't seem to know where you are. I'm not angry at all, I'm fine with whatever happens, but I think it's more canon towards Rhae's character for her to want to be what she's been told she is for the last year by the only person she ever talks to and she knows.

>>2865979
>Most important thing is to know wether you want to live in court or not. And wether you want to change your identity
Alright then. I want Rhae to live in court and take on the role of Rae Storm. I just didn't want her to completely abandon her training that she's had so far.

>>2865971
It seems we've accepted our new identity as Rae Storm. Time to write.

>>2865985
Also, it's not her being le mary sue, it's a prideful child being told she now has to leave her home and be someone else. Rhae could never be Daenaerys, she isn't as mentally fucked up as Stormborn is. It's simply not comparable.

>>2865995
>Don't mind me, just hoping into this part of the discussion
She's also been told that the very nature of what (she's been told) she is, she could be in great danger if the wrong person finds out about it. She's also about to head into something completely unknown to her, some caution wouldn't go wrong.

>>2866006
*due to the very nature

>>2866006
Well, that's why I put in that she agreed to dye her hair. If she just claims she's Rhaenerys Greysnake, who will believe her? She will grow up and eventually stop using it cuz it would be weird for a teenager and adult to then call herself that.

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>>2865979
Ah yes "canon," already set in place and ironclad after one thread. It's a quest and still early in one at that. A personality isn't set yet, nor will it be ever given the schizophrenic nature of quest voting. It's quest not a fanfic, get over it.

Why can't we dye our hair blue or purple and claim to be a Tyroshi reeee?

>>2866015
Well, it's been a whole year in game, so it kinda is. She is who she is right now, and I think that while she understands caution, she is still someone told she is special and not used to any filter. She bullied Buck until finally he let her train and fight. I do think, though, that there is a case to be made that she is dutiful and would understand she needs to obey adults right now, but I'm not a psychologist and only going off my limited knowledge.

>>2866029
Shoulda voted, senpai. Get out and vote, let your voice be heard, don't be a cuck.

>>2865995
That you assume another identity does not mean that Buck will know you as such. Buck respects you and who you are. Balman also knows of your identity. Though he only knows you as Rhae, currently.

>>2866015
I imagine your quoting me was on accident, but I'll still reply to what you said. Even if a personality isn't set in stone, the fact that you choose certain options over others cements the type of options you'll have later on. A Rhae raised like a warrior and with pride might no enjoy the thought of being married off for political reasons later on, and it will show. But players could still force it by changing her personality little by little.


"Fine, I'll go with you. I'll be Rae Storm. But I'll learn the ways of both the court and the swords." You reply with fire in your eyes.

Old Buck smiles, and Balman seems surprised. Balman replies. "Fine, fine. We'll just say your mother was a woman from the North, that should placate most complaints. A little, maybe." He rests his head on his closed fist. "Although it would do us no good to lie to my lordly brother. I'm sure he won't mind taking care of you knowing how important you are to ser Harlan and the fact that you might've saved my life and his."

Old Buck looks at Balman with a bit of awe. "You were but a boy last I talked with you, I'm glad you've matured into a good young man at least."

Balman seems prideful at the thought. "Well, I've still only got 17 namedays. But I try to be someone my father would be proud of." He then heads for his crossbow and sword and buckles them up on his belt. "Anyhow, pack your best clothes and be ready to head out. You'll be presented in front of my lord brother."

You look at Buck, not quite understanding what that means. He's told you that people in castles and courts wear very nice clothes, but you've never seen any. "What should I do, Buck?"

Buck returns your stare. "Well, there's a few pieces of clothes that my wife made a long time ago, just in case we were going to have a girl. I kept them hidden in a chest. Simple, but pretty. We also have to wash your hair and body somewhat thoroughly, using some flowers to give out a good smell."

You're not quite sure you like that. The washing you understand, but do you really have to show yourself off as a little girl in front of this lord Clayton?

>Accept to wear a girl's clothes.
>Refuse, you're used to wearing your good old tunic and breeches. You'll wear the newest and cleanest ones.

>>2866052
>Accept to wear a girl's clothes, but take tunic and breeches with us

>>2866052
>>Accept to wear a girl's clothes.

And yes it was by accident. But this point I think it's best to agree to disagree rather than dragging it on.

>>2866037
I just got home.

>>2866052
>Accept to wear a girl's clothes.

>claim to have a northern mother
Oh no Rhaegar is going to fuck us into a fine paste.

>>2866052
>Accept to wear a girl's clothes.

>>2866052
>Accept to wear a girl's clothes.

>>2866052
>Accept to wear a girl's clothes

>>2866064
delet, rhae is pure. Surely Valyrian pheromones and assumed Northern heritage will not attack him to us. No way.

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Going with a girl's clothes.

Old Buck rummages through some chests and drawers. After a few 'I thought they were' moments, he finally gets out a relatively pretty dress, with a beige tunic and a green laced jacket. "This is it." he says as he shows you it in all its simple glory. Balman lets out a small chuckle.

"Something amiss, ser?" Buck asks.

"Oh, nothing at all." Balman replies, taking his hand to his mouth and hiding a wry smile.

You think it's a really pretty dress. A perfect fit for someone who doesn't want to show off. "Thanks, Buck!" You say.

Buck smiles a toothy smile. "It's perfect, ain't it? My wife really wanted a daughter, but after my second son she was in no condition for more children." Buck sighs, remembering things older than even you. "Now now, we've gotta get you washed, you reek of..." Buck seems to stop for a second. "... Well, of dirt and leaves and forest. And a bit of dog too. Go, go now! I'll pick up scented flowers."

You nod and pick up the dress, heading out to the stream with Young Buck. In the way, when alone again, something grips your heart. You still think of that Myles. The man you... The man whose life you took. His face, his blood, his voice. It's all in your mind again. Your cheeriness fades as you reach the stream and remove your clothes to wash yourself. When Buck arrives with the flowers, he sees your sadness while laying the flowers down by the stream. He sits close to you and speaks.

"Are you well, Rhae?" he asks.

Would you like to ask something of Buck?
>"I hurt someone real bad, Buck. Am I evil?"
>"Who was the man I hurt, Buck?"
>"Do you think I'll go to hell for what I did?"
>"Do you hate me for what I did, Buck?"
>"Do you think more people will try to hurt us, Buck?"
>Stay silent.

>>2866101
>"Who was the man I hurt, Buck?"
>"I hurt someone real bad, Buck. Am I evil?"
>"Do you think more people will try to hurt us, Buck?"

>>2866101
>"I hurt someone real bad, Buck. Am I evil?"

>>2866112
+1
Why not?

You can also write in some questions if you wish.

>>2866101
We should wash the dog too. He can't show up in court with a bloody muzzle.
>Do you think more people will try to hurt us, Buck?

>>2866137
Dog's clean, thankfully. And obviously, you're not bringing a dog to court.

>>2866101
Adding in:
>How long will I be gone?
>Can we still uh, talk with each other? ...Write letters!?

Gonna head out for the night, feeling tired. Didn't quite do the 4 promised hours but at least I was able to make updates consistently.

Good night boys.

>>2866101
>"I hurt someone real bad, Buck. Am I evil?"
+Seconding >>2866237 maybe followed by
>"Do you hate me for what I did, Buck?"
if it's not too much

>>2865921
>>"Fine, I'll go with you. I'll be Rae Storm. But I want to learn how to fight just like any knight."

>>2866372
I don't think 'do you hate me' part is in character. I think while Rae is concerned with herself as a person, she knows she did the right thing by protecting Buck.

>>2866421
I dunno man, she seems pretty shaken about the whole thing. Besides, taking a life for the first time -especially as a kid- can leave a pretty stong impact on a person.

>>2866101
>>"I hurt someone real bad, Buck. Am I evil?"
>>"Do you think I'll go to hell for what I did?"
>>"Do you hate me for what I did, Buck?"

>>2866101
>"I hurt someone real bad, Buck. Am I evil?"
>"Do you think more people will try to hurt us, Buck?"

So, about where are we in terms of the timeline?
It's after 277 AC atleast, since the Defiance of Duskendale has already occured and presumably prior to 282 AC since there's been no speak of rebelion against Aerys, but do we know anything beyond that?

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I think I'll go ahead and have Old Buck answer most of the questions. I'll leave out the going to hell one since it seems to have gotten the least votes.

Young Buck is prancing about the stream, enjoying a bath. Meanwhile, you look at Old Buckas you wash your arms, who's still sitting at the stream's shore, looking at his dog. "I hurt someone real bad, Buck. Am I evil?" You ask him.

He looks at you, preoccupied. "Rhae, that's..." Old Buck ponders, looking down at his feet, then up again. "You're not evil, that man wanted to hurt us first. You defended us. You made sure he didn't hurt us."

You look at the coursing stream. The sound of it is much sweeter than the cacophony of the great river of the God's Eye which you saw once with Buck. "Who was the man I hurt, Buck?"

Buck looks at you, furthermore worried. "Myles. A cutthroat rogue from Flea Bottom. He never was loved here, or anywhere else."

"Why was he like that?" You ask.

"Because..." He ponders yet again, wondering what to say next. "Because life wasn't good to him, and all he thought he could do was not be good to others. That's all."

You look at Buck, your eyes becoming teary. "Do you hate me for what I did, Buck?"

Buck gets up. "No... No. Rhae. I'd never." He says as he approaches you in the stream, getting to his knees and taking you in an embrace. "Rhae, you've done no evil. It was just evil men trying to hurt us. Men with no hearts."

You let go of your tears, crying by Buck's side. Inbetween sobs, you ask: "Do you think more people will try to hurt us, Buck?"

Buck stays silent, his embrace growing tighter, the hand on your head caressing it. "I swear on my honor as a knight. It won't be so."

His voice was a mix of worry and anger. "I'll protect you, Rhae. No matter what it takes."

You spend a few minutes together like this, at some point, you could see ser Balman Byrch coming for the both of you, but when he saw the situation he turned back without saying a word. Eventually, you calmed down. Clearing your eyes from tears. Young Buck finishes with his bath and gives you a few good licks, promptly stopped by Old Buck, who laughs. "Young girl, you should get used to not being smothered by some old knight's dog any longer. It's unseemly from a lady in the court."

You chuckle. "Young Buck's my dog, I'll let him play with me whenever I want." As you dress yourself. You think of the sword you found in the forest. It was real mysterious. You wonder if you should tell Buck about it now, or maybe let it go for a bit and deal with the matters of court first.

>"Buck, I saw a sword close to the field where you found me. One with a pommel with a sun."
>The sword can wait, there are more important matters at hand.

>>2867559
We know that Rhae will get big boobies growing up in a lord's castle with lots of food stuff.
>>2867602
>"Buck, I saw a sword close to the field where you found me. One with a pommel with a sun."
Maybe whisper it to him if Balman is nearby

>>2867602
>"Buck, I saw a sword close to the field where you found me. One with a pommel with a sun."
Good afternoon LoVa

>>2867612
lewd

>>2867559
Considering Buck would've told you already anyway, I'll give you the year we're in. It's 279 AC. You woke up in 278 AC. More info dump:

-Lord Paramount Steffon Baratheon and his wife drowned in Storm's end a year past. It's said that their three sons felt much chagrin.

-Rhaegar is betrothed to Elia Martell, they are to marry next year.

-There are talks of a great tourney at Harrenhal next year. Organized by Lord Walter Whent. It's said it will rival any other tourney in the history of the Seven Kingdoms, and will last 10 days. They say it is one of the most important events in centuries, and all lords and ladies of the realm will come to see fair knights in action.

-A tourney in Storm's End, in honor of the dead Baratheon's memory, is won by Barristan Selmy, a member of the Kingsguard and one of the greatest knights in all of the Seven Kingdoms, after defeating Rhaegar Targaryen.

>>2867602
>Buck, I saw a sword close to the field where you found me. One with a pommel with a sun."

>>2867635
Tourney at Harrenhall takes place in 281

>>2867654
You get what the peoples of the Kingdoms whisper.

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"Buck, I saw a sword close to the field where you found me. One with a pommel with a sun." You say in a whisper. As Buck returns to the shore to hand you your clothes, he stops midway and looks back.

"A sword? How? Where?" He also says in a whisper.

"I told you, in the field where you found me, it's dug deep into the ground, you can only see the pommel, and pommel is a sun with no colors." You reply, a bit frustrated, your whispers grow slightly louder. "Why haven't you told me about it?"

"I know of no sword in that field, young lass, and I've been there and back for hundreds of times." Buck tells you. "I mean, maybe I've missed it, but I doubt everyone who passes through here did."

Buck scratches his beard, a mere shadow of its former self, but it looks good on him that short. Honestly, he doesn't look like that ancient without the scraggly beard he once had.

"I'll show it to you." You say.

Buck smiles. "Sure, we'll take a look at it. After we meet Lord Clayton, I don't want you to tear that dress or anything else like that."

As you finish dressing. Ser Balman comes back to the both of you. "Ser Harlan, Rae. We're making for the keep at the earnest. I have a cape here to hide lady Rae's head and back." He taps it a few times, a little dust coming off it. "I took it just in case it rained, since we're coming up on the years of Spring. You never know."

Buck looks at him. "Mummer's talk, ser Balman. There's not a cloud in the sky."

Balman shrugs. "Clouds come and go with the wind. If you always trust the morning's sky, then the evening sky will one day rain on you. Or so my lady mother used to say."

Buck laughs. "Your lady mother was right, she was always right." As he loses himself in memories again, the light in his eyes dims a little. "Still, we better make for the keep, and do our best to avoid ser Guncer."

A smile draws itself across Balman's face. "Well, since you two were having a father-daughter moment earlier. I asked a goodman in the village to go tell the guards of my intention to hold a private court with my brother. I had to give him my shield to demonstrate that those were my words, Clayton's... Lord Clayton's gonna be mad at me."

Buck goes on to Balman's side. "Thank you, Balman. You're doing a lot for us."

Balman puts a hand on Buck's shoulder. "You as well, ser Harlan. As did young Rhae."

You look down with a hint of shame. "I didn't do much."

Balman laughs. "I know I'm the brother of a lordling in the Riverlands, but at least put some value to my life."

"I didn't mean to..."

"I jest. Thank you for saving us, Rhae." Balman says, then he beckons the both of you to come with him. Old Buck gets out his best gear, an old brigandine with a tabard bearing Slumberhall's sygil, and a sword that's seen better days. You pout at him for not having shown you this until now. He says that you hadn't been a lady of the court until then.

Cont.

>>2867787
The sygil of Slumberhall is rather simple. It's a brown wooden hall with a dark blue nightsky behind it, dotted with dim stars. Buck says that his two sons complained about it, that it was not a noble's sygil. Buck told them that they were no nobles, they were upstart hedge knights.

The walk towards the hall was made through some old paths that surrounded Pallars. Paths used mostly by hunters and herders which barely saw traffic. From them you could see the town downhill, but you were also as close as you'd ever been in your life. It felt odd. After a long walk, you arrived at the Byrch Hall, its wooden walls and gate tower over you, with sentries posed at both sides. "Who goes?" They ask, but when they see Balman, they quickly call for the gates to open. You see what seems like the main hall of the Byrch House. a large wooden fort dotted with stone here and there. The stone laying mostly as the base of the building.

Your mind is rushing with thoughts as you enter here. So much is going to happen in so little time. You can't help but feel a little dazed, but must avoid staring at anyone in your way. Though you can feel sentries and servants staring at you while you advance in the company of Buck and ser Balman. You keep your head down dutifully as whispers are heard everywhere you pass. You hear one clearly.

"So it was true, good ser Slumberhall has a bastard."

---

Will continue later today when I come back from a good walk. Need to clear my head a little. Sorry for the long time between updates, lots of things happening in the story moving lots of variables around, gotta keep track of everything.

I hope we've spent some time coming up with a believable story of 'where this (until now) unkown bastard has been and why she has no recollection past this last year' together with old Buck

>>2868429
My money is on that she is a valyrian time travler from before the valyrians found the dragons

>>2869273
>>2868429
QM is playing with the theory that asoiaf and a post apocalyptic setting based on grrm's first books being scifi and Rhae is eugenic gene edited super human.

Came back so spent yesterday that I slumped into my bed, but I've come up with some nice stuff. I'll reply to stuff now then continue questing later today.

>>2868429
As Balman said, you are the daughter of a Northwoman. Which is the general lie that will be told to most everyone. You lived with her until she died of a bad flu in the Riverlands, then you went on your lonesome to find your father, Harlan Slumberhall, who took you in.

The plan is to only let lord Clayton Byrch know the truth of your origin right now, which is unknown before your 11th nameday. Since he'll be the one financing your hair dye and he'll also be hosting you.

>>2869273
It could be. Maybe she's just the bastard of a Lyseni whore who left her to die in that field? One bad concussion and trauma from her childhood made her lose her memories.

>>2869428
This theory is a bit more on the cold side than the rest I've read.

I bunched up some info about the characters you boys know, since it's quite a bit to keep track of:
https://pastebin.com/vhRdTBXX

>>2869589
Question is how the hell a Lyseni whore with strong valyrian traits ended up in the middle of nowhere Riverlands

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>>2867791

The entrance to the main hall of the Byrch was a large wooden door, well-crafted, with a set of three birch trees in front of it. To its sides were stone walls, upon which stood the rest of the keep. Old Buck told you that this keep was pure wood once, when the Old Gods ruled all of Westeros, but it expanded over the centuries after the Andal conquest, financed by the many Kings who sought the support of the house of Byrch. After trudging a bit through the winding halls of the keep, you reach another set of double doors, much smaller this time. You dare to look up knowing that only Balman or Harlan could see you. In time to see Balman opening the door to the lord's court.

Two meticulously crafted chairs, made of the white wood of the birch tree, stand at the end of this hall, raised up over it. To reach them you must climb a stair of three steps. A long table with many simpler chairs stands on the way towards those seats. And upon one seat stands a man, fiddling with his right hand and supporting the weight of his head with the left. He seems bored, and he looks a lot like Balman, the same clear brown hair, but much shorter, nearly shaven, and without a beard.

To his left stands a woman, the lady of Byrch Hall, most likely, who sits with a ladylike pose. Her hair is a dirty gold, with brown streaks all over. The room is otherwise empty.

You gleam at the sight of this room. You wonder how the rest of the keep looks like, since you had your eyes looking down all the time. Surely they're all as beautiful as this. Balman is first to enter the room and beckons both you and Old Buck to wait there. He goes to his brother's side and exchanges a whisper. After which, he goes down the steps and gives the sign to come in. You look at Old Buck and he looks back at you. "Keep your eyes down for now, stop when I stop, and bow when I bow."

You nod. The both of you come into the hall, the sound of your footsteps echoing through it. The place is a bit cold, though there is a fireplace to the left of the room. The wood of the floor is old and sturdy as can be.

You keep a good look on Buck's feet as he moves. When they come to a stop, you stop, and when you distinguish a bow, you bow. You're not quite sure how to do it, but you try your hardest.

Lord Clayton is first to speak. "Well, well, Old Buck. It's been a while." he says, with a bit of disdain. "Refusing my dear nuncle's invitation to Byrch Hall for years, and now you come for my help."

Buck's voice is nervous, but firm. "Lord Clayton Byrch, lord of Byrch Hall. Proud bannerman of the Rykkers of Duskendale. I plead for you to offer me and my ward a place in your hall. In exchange, my undying loyalty to your cause along with the girl's."

You hear a shuffle of clothes. Clayton getting up, he steps up towards the stairs. "I've seen your face a hundred times, old Buck. But not the girl's. If what my brother says is true, then this should be interesting."

Cont.

>>2869821
You feel a knot forming in your throat. Clayton speaks again. "Come closer, girl." He says. You feel so scared, the entire mood feels much more tense than you thought it would. Is this what court is like? Maybe fighting is a better idea.

After a moment of doubt, you begin advancing towards lord Clayton until you reach the steps. You don't look up yet.

Suddenly, you feel a hand on top of your cloak, see Clayton climbing down with his pretty lord's boots. Then he shoves down the cloak. He's behind you, you look up, and see Balman and Clayton's wife observing you. His wife is surprised, looking at you with sharp, wide open eyes.

"So it was true. good ser Slumberhall found a wild Valyrian amidst the fields of the Byrch lands."

Lord Clayton laughs, and you see a smile, wry as can be, appear on his wife's lips. Lord Clayton steps up, standing in front of you atop the steps. "Well then, young girl. My brother said you'd have to be known as Rae Storm. Since you've done him such a great favor, and pretty much convinced your tutor to serve my cause, I'll allow it. I'll get you your dyes or whatever." He takes a hand to his hairless chin, rubbing it, as a smile draws itself across his face.

"But tell me. Are you a lost Blackfyre? Only their male line died, after all. Maybe you're a bastard from Rhaegar? I heard he didn't like his betrothed and had a lover. Or it might be Queen Rhaella had one of her daughters sent away from the clutches of that madman Aerys. Hell, you might just be a simple Lyseni woman's baseborn child who was chased away to Westeros." He looks around as his theories about your origins unfold. Then his stare is fixed towards you, he crouches to keep a head to head level with you.

"You might've told lies to Old Buck to keep yourself from trouble, but you won't lie to me. Tell me who you are."

>"I am Rhae Greysnake, that's all I know." [Persuasion test, Medium]
>"I am Rhaenyra Silverdrake, the blood of Old Valyria. That's all I know." [Persuasion test, Medium]
>"From now on I am Rae Storm. It doesn't matter who I used to be." [Persuasion test, Medium]
>Write in.

>>2869829
>>"I am Rhaenyra Silverdrake, the blood of Old Valyria. That's all I know." [Persuasion test, Medium]

>>2869829
"I am Rhaenyra Silverdrake, the blood of Old Valyria. That's all I know."

I take it that our real Valyrian last name isnt actually Silverdrake.

>>2869841
Not as far as you know. It's a name that Old Buck made up for you. Though I've only used it once in the quest, it's something that he kept calling you for a while. Silverdrake when you were good and behaved, Greysnake when you were bad and misbehaved. Though the naming was always in a friendly manner.

>>2869829
>>"I am Rhaenyra Silverdrake, the blood of Old Valyria. That's all I know." [Persuasion test, Medium]

Alright, roll me a 3d6, DC is 10. Best of three.

>>2869829
>"I am Rhaenyra Silverdrake, the blood of Old Valyria. That's all I know." [Persuasion test, Medium]

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

>>2869959

Rolled 2, 1, 4 = 7 (3d6)

>>2869959

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

>>2869959

Just barely made it

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>>2869967
"I am Rhaenyra Silverdrake, the blood of Old Valyria. That's all I know." You tell the man. He looks at you, somewhat unconvinced, then to Buck.

"I've never heard of the Silverdrakes." He tells Buck.

Buck keeps his head low. "It's a name I used for her after a while. Since she's blood of the dragon and her hair is silver."

Clayton chuckles. "You're not the most creative of men, Buck. But I imagine the Rhaenyra part is something that you do remember?"

You nod, firm in your belief.

Clayton looks at his wife. "Know of a Rhaenyra?"

His wife speaks with a voice smooth as silk. "The heiress of Viserys the First. The main cause of the Dance of Dragons." she says, staring at her husband.

Clayton nods. "Well, that one's been dead and gone for a while, hasn't she?"

The lady nods back. "More than a hundred years gone, she is."

Clayton raises his hand. "That's out of the picture then, and I imagine there's no more Rhaenyras?"

Lady Byrch nods again, to which Clayton shakes his head and looks back at you. "So. You say you know you're blood of the dragon and not some lucky Lyseni. Do you have any proof? What use would you be to me?"

Proof:
>"I do. A sword which stands where I appeared a year ago. If you give me time, I'll bring it back to you."
>"Look at my eyes and hair, there is all the proof you have." [Persuasion test, Hard]

Of what use would you be to him?
>"I defended your brother and your new knight from peril. I believe I deserve a place in your hall." [Persuasion test, Medium]
>"I can only plead with you to protect me, Valyrians are rare, I'm sure someone rich will be glad to see me alive, one day." [Persuasion test, Medium]

I hope he sends a raven to the Red Keep and offers us to Rhaegar, Aerys really wants a Valyrian bride for his son and is enough of a cunt to tell Doran to go kick rocks.

Or Doran's mother, I'm not entirely sure who's ruling Dorne this year. I think Doran inherited in 279.

>>2870114
>"I do. A sword which stands where I appeared a year ago. If you give me time, I'll bring it back to you."

>"I can only plead with you to protect me, Valyrians are rare, I'm sure someone rich will be glad to see me alive, one day." [Persuasion test, Medium]

Has Buck told us about Aerys' search for a wife for Rhaegar? Or does he not know why Steffon died?

>>2870143
Buck had no knowledge of a search for a wife. All he knew was that Lord Steffon died in a boat crash, then that Rhaegar had been betrothed to Elia Martell just this year.

>>2870114
>"I do. A sword which stands where I appeared a year ago. If you give me time, I'll bring it back to you."

>"I can only plead with you to protect me, Valyrians are rare, I'm sure someone rich will be glad to see me alive, one day."

>>2870114
>"Look at my eyes and hair, there is all the proof you have." [Persuasion test, Hard]
>"I can only plead with you to protect me, Valyrians are rare, I'm sure someone rich will be glad to see me alive, one day." [Persuasion test, Medium]
I don't think we should reveal the sword yet. It's the only valuable chip we have.

>>2870114
>"Look at my eyes and hair, there is all the proof you have." [Persuasion test, Hard]
>"I defended your brother and your new knight from peril. I believe I deserve a place in your hall." [Persuasion test, Medium]
I'm not sure why some here are trying to sell us as a good, we've saved his brother and new(-ish) knight. Also as >>2870172 said, it could prove to be of greater worth than we know

We have a tie in the proof section, I'll wait for one more vote to break the tie

>>2870297
I will switch to this then
>>2870328

>>2870377
Well now we have a tie in the use that you'd be for him. One more vote and it'll be final.

>>2870114
>>"Look at my eyes and hair, there is all the proof you have." [Persuasion test, Hard]

>>"I can only plead with you to protect me, Valyrians are rare, I'm sure someone rich will be glad to see me alive, one day." [Persuasion test, Medium]

I still don't understand why we would sell ourselves as Valyrian, when we're going to disguise ourselves as not being one, especiallt since this is the only argument I've seen for it so far >>2870130
I mean I'll roll with it even if I disagree since it won, I just don't understand.

>>2870445
He will know we are Valyrian. Everyone else wont.

>>2870445
Pretty much what >>2870465 says. Only a few people will know of this. You being a Valyrian is a double edged sword, there will be people who will seek to help you, but also people who'll want to hurt you, and also everything inbetween.


Anyway. Roll me 6d6 for both persuasion tests. First DC is 13, second is 10.

Rolled 6, 4, 3, 4, 4, 2 = 23 (6d6)

>>2870479

>>2870485
lol 13 and 10

Rolled 4, 2, 1, 1, 1, 2 = 11 (6d6)

>>2870479
I'll do it.

Rolled 1, 6, 5, 1, 2, 5 = 20 (6d6)

>>2870479