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Day 7, Month VIII - Year 285AC ~ Early Morning

The morning air is crisp upon your bare flesh, the few rays of sunshine that manage to escape the dark cloud cover that had rolled in over the night and threatened thunder and rain warm your face briefly, but it is a fleeting thing. The sky is as dark as your mood, mind still in turmoil over the day prior. Perhaps the trial had gone precisely as you had wished, perhaps it had not. Lord Linden Langward held his composure far longer than you had expected in truth, having regained it soon after realizing what had occurred, before the litany of evidence and those who had bore witness to his sabotage and backroom dealings with the Bright Banners’ Aeror and his whore, Marcelline Sand. The dornish woman had sung like a songbird when she was brought before the court in fetters, her mouth still a ruin from the ratilliations of both Lady Elionwy of Myr and your wife’s, Lady Obella Qorgyle, interrogations thereafter. Her hair was frazzled and her dress a mess of brown and rot, no longer the beautiful woman you had danced with once, thinking she had been Lady Nera Dayne. She told song of Linden’s machinations, his orders to infiltrate your wife’s court, to spy upon your household, and ultimately had been the one who had ordered the hit on your dear friend, Ser Mason Flowers. When she was lead away, her screeching filled the halls, all a ruse you knew but she had played her part. A quick death when you returned to Steadhold, as promised for her confessional. Obella would not like to see it, instead preferring the drawn out torture of the woman, but you had talked her down in the nights before your departure, though the tears in her eyes and the curses she had laid upon the woman still remained in your mind. You hoped to not have to return to such.

Instead now all you could remember is the sneer upon Linden’s face, he had remained steadfast and unfaltering, even as the assembled court whispered and laid eyes upon him with distaste. Lord Redwyne had looked beyond disgusted with the man, yet Lord Tarly and Rowan remained unmoved and so the day continued. You sniffle, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and take a long draw from your cup, a ruddy brown lager, it went down easily enough but still your stomach did not settle. All of these days of pain, anger, and war. Soon they would be not but more than memories, you hoped at least. Your squire yet slept, as did most of the Tourney’s camp-town beneath the walls of Highgarden. Flicking the rest of the liquid from your cup you go over to the young Arron Qorgyle and kick at the foot of his cot.

He groggily looks up at you, “My Lord..?”


“Time to wake squire,” you respond simply.

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He rubs his eyes and sits up upon an elbow before nodding and readying himself, his face a somber tone, as it usually was but even still it looked far more sad, his father was still within a state, the leg was surely broken but your Maester, Benjin, would do well to assure he’d walk again. His uncle, Ser Quellon Qorgyle had been the first to find you after the trial, and thus two were. The trial had gone on long into the afternoon, next you had brought before him the Magister’s cousin, Tano Osten. You had far more use for this craven, the Red Bastard would see his fall from his tongue, stripped of his myrish crossbow and hydra armour he was not much more than a fat squall, but he had proven useful all the same for the day’s proceedings. He had been the imposter of House Dargood, bringing an innocent House into what was truly a war of the Crownlands as a middle man to hire the Bright Banners for Linden in the first place, abusing an old done Knight who had lost it all in the Usurper’s War. The forces of House Dargood had been amongst those you had defeated in the Princewood, you had learned later after Yondril had had his way with the coward. Unfortunate lost sons of the war, it is likely with this trial the House Dargood branch would go extinct, even at best Ser Dargood had been an unwilling participant but you doubted the King nor his Hand would look kindly upon him when the results of this were brought before them. Osten spoke to the dealings across the Narrow Sea, briefly mentioning Magister Tychano Osten before being throttled with a look, eyes that had burned like wildfire bore into his and he swallowed deeply before looking to the floor claiming he had no more to say. Linden for his part kept his tongue, though you could see his lip quiver, his eyes filled with anger and spite. He was close.

The camp had begun to rouse itself the longer you sat, attempting to quell the storm in your gut, was it a nervous reaction you wondered. Truly it had been a long time since you had felt this way, war had its own feeling but this… It was something beyond you. A moment of history you would be a part of. As would others, those close to you, Ser Lucas Longwaters and those who were family no matter how distant, Ser Lucerys Celtigar. And thus you were four.. You scoffed a moment remembering the look of shook and horror upon Linden’s face when the last of your witnesses had entered the court, the badge of House Langly proudly displayed upon his doublet. Ser Lyonel Langly, his cousin, and in truth the Heir of The Tear, a small island and tower to the north of Steadhold within the God’s Eye River. He had come to you upon a spliff in the night, covered in mud and filth, and had been taken prisoner upon announcing himself, albeit a willing one.

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He had been disinherited by his father, Ser Leo Langly, Linden’s uncle, for disagreeing with the course, seeing that Linden’s madness would lead to nowhere but ruin, that what he had planned bordered on all out war with your House that could bring down even the hammer of King Robert in his folly. He had seen the madness of Linden from the beginning, his further descent as you had continued to succeed, first taking Hemgrove, defeating the Bright Banners, winning a marriage, the Archery contest in King’s Landing. He had become obsessed, Lyonel says, that even his original allies had become enemies, whispered about in his sleep and kept a close eye upon. You could see the rage in Linden boiling, but it had been the final sentence of Lyonel’s testament that sent him back into his frothing rage.

“In truth my Lords and Ladies of the Reach,” Lyonel said with a practiced tongue, “My cousin, Lord Linden Langward, cannot reconcile the mere fact that the man he calls a ‘sellsword playing at Lord’ that he detests so very much and yet covets every victory and history he still has to his name despite being laid so low is still the better man in every. Single. Way.”

Lord Linden had nearly jumped from his seat, curses and damning the man who only looked to him impassively before being lead away by Ser Lucas Longwaters. Lord Rowan looked on in horror as the man cursed every god he could think of, Lord Redwyne shaking his head, and Lord Tarly, the head of the three judges barely even gave him a glance before striking the gavel and barking for order within the court. Two Tarly Knights had gone to hold the mad Lord back, his ranting and raving having gone long enough.

“Lord Brynden Malroy,” Lord Tarly called, “Do you have any final statements for the court?”

You arose from you seat, slowly and measured, the words about your mind that landed upon your tongue were fleeting and unthought. In truth it felt like months, years even before you spoke when you finally reached the dais. You lick your lips and scratch at the growth of beard before taking a deep breath.

“No my Lords,” you say simply, “I do not. I believe that all evidence presented and the testimony of many more behind even the good Ser Lyonel Langly is sufficient to prove that this man, Linden Langward is guilty of his crimes.”

The court whispered and the three powerful Lords before you began to confer it was then you reached for the letter upon your breast, brought to you mere moments prior to the trial by Ser Raymun Chelsted under cloak of darkness and flung it upon the floor of the court. Silence soon took over as you spoke again.

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“A letter,” you say plainly, “From my beloved in the Crownlands, the Lady Obella Qorgyle. News from my family. Of my daughter. My son. My uncle. And the fear that has hung upon Steadhold and Blacksaithe since the appearance of several camps of armed man upon our borders. Close to eight hundred, perhaps more. Flying no banner. But yet armed to the teeth. For what purpose, I ask the assembled court and Lord and Lady of the Reach. To threaten a woman, smallfolk, a newborn child while I am away in the Reach? Pursuing a man that deigns to escape justice for his transgressions. I will admit, I am not a learned man, to read and write were beyond me just a year ago, but yet I am no fool. When an army lands upon ones border flying no flag, armed and dangerous while its Lord is away that can only speak to one thing. The madness of a craven seeking to pull myself down with him in his folly.”

You pause, flashing eyes aflame with green wildfire, at the Lord Linden Langward who looks ready to draw his blade now save for the two Knights holding him back.

“Lord Linden Langward is guilty. And I shall be damned by the Seven myself if I do not see him brought to justice.”

The court remains quiet, for a heartbeat and half, before Linden spits, it landing beyond you, his voice is ragged from the cursing and outbursts but yet he speaks, “I demand a trial by combat.”

The court comes alive again and a smirk ever so slightly, so shall it be you think to yourself but are cut short when he continues.

“And not a mere trial by combat. I demand a Trial by Seven, so that they may damn this sellsword who plays at Lord as he so wishes.”

The court explodes into an uproar, you were left speechless even, blinking slightly the smirk upon your lips fading as you look to the three judges who are as befuddled than you are. It had been years, decades even since the last Trail by Seven, an event rare even within the times before of Targaryen Kings. Lord Tarly attempts to bring the court to order again to little avail but it is not before a roaring Lord Mace Tyrell enters the room that they silence fully. You hadn’t expected to see him, his son and heir Ser Willas Tyrell being in the state that he was after jousting the Red Viper himself, Prince Oberyn Martell. He looked a man racked by guilt and anger but despite this he took his place before the assembled courts.

“We have heard enough this day,” he draws in a tone far beyond the jovial lackadaisical one you had heard before, “Lord Brynden Malroy, do you accept?”

Without a thought you respond, “I do, my Lord.”

“Then upon the morrow,” he booms, “This court is dismissed. Lord Tarly take Lord Linden into your custody so he may not seek to escape once more. Now begone, you all. So that a man may mourn for his son with some measure of peace within these bloody halls.”
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The tap upon your shoulder brought you back to the day, Arron holding your arming doublet, “My Lord?” he asks holding it out to you.

You nod solemnly, allowing your squire to help you dress. His hands are deft and well practiced you watch, even despite the own turmoil within his heart. You sigh, thinking of those things yet unsaid and done. What if the worst was to come. Ser Raymun Chelsted had offered his sword to you, a man with three sons in Blacksaithe, and a wife. The two of you had shared a drink and thus you were five. He had much to lose, and the thought put your own mortality into question. A daughter was your heir, Lorelei in all her bubbly beauty, and your wife was a dornishwoman within the middle of the Crownlands. Mason being by her side was a welcomed relief, Acolyte Ashby had mentioned in the letter that they had enacted your failsafe plan, landing your own friend within the Blackbridge Tower, but should the worst come to pass? You look at your sword, new and shiny unlike the battered mess of your sellsword days, beside it sat another. That of your cousin, Ser Wesley Hayford. He had found you late at night and had thrown it at your feet in a rage.

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“YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!” he screamed at you, his curls of blonde hair held down with sweat.

“Wesley-”

“They are my family too Brynden!” he continues, tears in his eyes, “I’ve just as much right to fight for them as you. Or do you forget your mother is my aunt. Your sister, my cousin. My brother who died for rot of the mind. Your brothers, more cousins, who died by the Red Bastard’s own hands. You do not get to dictate to whom and when I give my sword Brynden.”

“Wesley, think of your father. Your wife,” you attempt to reason with him, “He is in such a state that could you imagine what would occur should he lose another son. And your wife, the Lady Brune, heavy with child yes but all the same what is that child to do if he had no father?”

“And do you not think the same for yourself Brynden!” he barks back, “Despite your daughter, your family being just as much on the brink as my own you fight. You war. And you do not falter or stop to think of the repercussions should you die. Ser Lucas fights for you, though his new wife is surely heavy with child as well and yet he was amongst the first. I’ve seen the things you’ve done, noticed that you’ve attempted to keep me from the frontlines for benefit of my father. So that I may live. But that is not the man I wish to be Brynden. Fighting on the sidelines for a cause, a war that is just as much mine as it is yours.”

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You stare at him, almost blindsided by his fury, his wroth. Perhaps it had been true, rare did you stop to think of your own life as something at risk. Years of fighting for the Second Sons, now for your House. And yet you lived. Not to think you were immortal no, war had taken its blood price surely. But not you life. You are at a loss for words in the face of your cousin, the last Heir of Hayford.

He draws his sword and flings it before your feet with a thud, “Find me upon the morrow Brynden. I will be ready to fight. But if you are unwilling to look past your own hypocrisy than I will see to it you no longer need to ‘take care of me’.”

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Your half-plate armour feels heavy upon your shoulders, aiding your squire you tighten the last of the buckles and strap your swordbelt onto your side. Perhaps it was more the weight of what was to come, of the world that you may leave behind that weighed so heavily upon your shoulders. In truth you could not be certain of it. Mind too focused upon the task at hand. Your usually easy smile was nowhere to be seen, replaced by the seriousness of a man. The eager overconfidence of youth washed away by a sea of reality. You wished to be home, to hold your daughter. To ruffle your son’s hair. Kiss your wife and embrace in the sweet passions of lust and love. Sighing heavily again you dismiss Arron as you idly play with the two silver rings upon your pinky finger watching the camp come to life fully in the early hours of the morning. With the last of your patience for idle thought gone you push off, to find your horse and garb him for the day’s labors.

Goldsong stamps at the ground and snorts heavily at you as you dress him for what was to come.

“I know old friend,” you respond in a soothing tone, “One last battle. One last charge into war. And then retirement.”

You laugh, when he shakes his head, bucking at your attempt to place the bit into his mouth, “No not for me. But for you yes. Perhaps some days about the mares and your own sons will do something to temper your attitude.”

Goldsong snorts again, allowing you to place the bit in his mouth as you stroke his face and scratch behind his ear.

“Seven be good if I had half the luck with mine own,” Lucas Longwaters calls from behind you, the two of you embrace briefly and sharing a laugh, though small and fleeting as it was. He’s in his full plate, the onyx black with gold trimmings you had outfitted the Knights of your Household with and of whom he was the Captain of. The newly made Ser Grant Conklyn stands behind him, holding his horse by the reigns, still tending to his former teacher as a proper squire until he left Highgarden and returned home to assume his place as his father’s heir after the Tourney was done.

“You’d think a fellow Valyrian would have little issues with those of his ancestral home,” you taunt back.

Well this is a blast from the past

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Lucas scoffs, “Those damnable beasts know I’m less than half the Valyrian you are. Though I’m sure my father would have appreciated being recognized as such.”

“You’d do him proud,” you respond offhandedly, returning to your task of tack.

Lucas looks past you, clearly a thought upon the Knight’s mind, a rare thing for him to be at a loss of his own words, “Racheal… She…” he sighs deeply, “She spent the better part of the morning in tears. Came to see her brother compete, to watch her husband show a Reachman or two his prowess. Not to see him off to war again. I… I didn’t know how to respond. If it is war we go to again than it is my duty, Brynden, but still, those are not words you use to quell a woman’s fears, her sadness, her sorrow. I promised to live. To see our child has a father and her a love. It felt empty to me.”

“But perhaps victory will,” you say after a pause, “Obella was much the same. I made her promise to return to her. To our daughter. I intend to keep it Ser Lucas. Do you not intend to keep your own?”

“I-” he scoffs again, running a mailed hand through his hair, “Aye I do Brynden.”

Turning you place a hand on his shoulder, “Than we shall Ser Lucas. But I’ve more to do before such,” you say, tracing Wesley’s pommel with your thumb. Lucas looks down and gives you a nod. Knowing it was not his place for opinion.

“May the Warrior guide our hands today Brynden,” he says.

“Seven hells Lucas,” you respond quickly having mounted Goldsong, “You sound like my uncle.”

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The morning had remained dark, the clouds threatened to rain at any point, you had hoped not for it. But perhaps the gods were fickle and thought such a dark day deserved such things. A crowd of no small comparison had gathered, their murmurs far beyond you now. Lords and Ladies, noble and small, from the far North to the tip of the broken arm of Dorne, every man and woman of every walk of life had attended. An event of historical proportions. Or so everyone kept saying. You wished for your bow as Arron Qorgyle helps you heft your war lance into your arm, but the Reach would not allow for such things. Trials by Combat being as much a place of honor as their Tourneys, let alone one that called upon the full aspects of the Seven to ordain a winner and justice that be served.

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He is RISEN!!

1st for Giselle!!

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The crowd begins to roar to life as you dig your spurs into Goldsong, one last time for the old boy and he trots out into clear view, six men following behind you. And across the way seven more had emerged to a likewise similar reaction. Amongst the common folk this was no battle of good versus evil, it was an event like any other, bloodsport to fuel their songs and stories for lifetimes. Amongst the nobility a more somber and sober tone had taken hold, your eyes scan across those that you would call allies, the Conklyns and Hunts, your own household and Knights who would have died for you but were the last amongst your Seven to be chosen. The dornish congregation is now split you noticed, perhaps a sign of things to come when you similarly notice the colors of House Yronwood and Drinkwater amongst Linden’s chosen champions. You quickly see the arms of House Hightower, assumedly Gerion Hightower that killed your man during the Melee, and that of House Lantell, Cardyn Lantell the man that broken Lord Quentyn Qorgyle’s leg with a ‘misplaced’ lance to his horse’s neck. You almost laugh when you see the Vyrwel’s colors, Hyle Vyrwel had apparently taken his grudge with you ‘dishonoring’ his sister to some extreme lengths and Seven be good he had lined up across from you, perhaps he had requested the first pass at you in return for helping champion Linden’s cause. Lastly is Lord Linden Langward himself and Ser Leo Langly round out his seven, two heads of household and the major power behind the Red Bastard’s allies.

Looking across you own champions you find yourself filled with pride rather than fear, your turmoil quells and quiets, these men were the best of your friends and family, close allies and those that would call you more than the sellsword playing at Lord. Amongst your Champions were Ser Lucas Longwaters, Ser Raymun Chelsted, Ser Quellon Qorgyle, Ser Lucerys Celtigar and to your left…

Did you decide to allow Ser Wesley Hayford to be one of your Seven Champions?
>Yay
>Neigh

You tighten your grip, feeling the rings upon your hand. And to your right…

Did you spend your favor with Prince Oberyn Martell to be one of your Seven Champions?
>Yay
>Neigh

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Notes:
>Brynden will be using his Mounted Kit II (Knight) for this fight, you can see this updated on the Character Sheet
>There’s a new document in the Mastersheet that has the bow options for Brynden’s Dragonbone bow

The thread is still officially beginning tomorrow (21st May at 2PM EST), I just wanted to give everyone the chance to see the decision here and vote. I don’t know how many people still care that much but hopefully by casting a day long net I can catch a few others who might not follow my Twitter.

We’re back. Please bare with me if I forgot assorted details, it is hell getting all of these notes and almost two year old notes together again. Feel free to remind me of stuff if I forget it. There have been a handful of retcons, I may not have updated everything, if you see anything in any of the documents that seems off I’ll take a look and fix it as appropriate. I’m still a bit slow on writing, getting the swing of it again, and getting the system under control again. I’m going to take some cues from Grallner to make things more transparent for you guys in terms of game mechanics, so expect to see Brynden get a more banged up mechanically speaking.

I decided to skip to the Trial by Seven and sort of skim over the actual trial because that was literally one of the hardest writing roadblocks I’ve ever hit. So I hope you guys are ready for some very immediate action and possibly death. Also holy fuck we doing it.

Good to be back!

>>3521037
We need to spend that favor with Oberyn. It's now or never and we could really use his help. Honestly as much as I'm sure it's a trap we can't in good conscience deny Wesley the chance to fight alongside us. It would just be too out of character to deny that.

>>Yay
>>Yay

>>3521037
Holy fuck. It actually happened.
>Yay
>Yay

Fucking gotta man.

>>3521037
>Yay
>Hell yay

>>3521037
>Did you decide to allow Ser Wesley Hayford to be one of your Seven Champions?
>Yay
Did you spend your favor with Prince Oberyn Martell to be one of your Seven Champions?
>Yay

It is on like fucking Donkey Kong gentlemen. And as risky as it is to let Wesley join us, I feel like we have to do it. To not let him join in on the cause of vengeance against our family seems ooc. And should he perish, there is a child there. If it's a boy, there is an heir, if it's a girl, well we can cross that bridge when we come to it. As for Oberyn, I'm saying yes to that as well. I cant imagine a better use for the favor and the guy is literally death personified with a spear.

>yay
>yay

>>3521037
>Yay
>Yay

>>3521037
>Yay
>Yay

Reminder that Lorelei is literally perfect.

Wow I didn’t realize Brynden only had Fighting 4. We’re gonna have to save up enough experience to fix that shit. Also Athletics of 3 is pretty mediocre.

ALL MEN MUST HYPE

>>3521007
Lol at the idea of Langly sailing to us on a giant spliff. A spliff is just weed mixed with tobacco, I think you meant skiff here.

>>3521071
Brynden is more of an archer, mounted warrior, and commander build. That's what I've always loved about him, I don't think he needs to be built like every other GoT quest protag

>>3521037
>>Yay
>Yay

>>3521077
Hahaha I certainly did. My infamous typos and mis-associated words strike again.

>>3521071
Like >>3521078 said, when I genned Brynden I did lean far more towards archer and commander build than I did typical warrior. Don't get me wrong he isn't a slouch but it isn't his forte.

Anyway, I'll be around if there are questions. Or whatever. Just wanted to get this first post up today so I could have momentum

>>3521071
To be fair you don't have to be a monster of a fighter with Dontos or even Lucas around.

>>3521082
Did you ever think about us while you were gone to the gas station ?

>>3521082
I've spent the last week re-reading the mastersheet and all the threads and the House History and the ask.fm and I am so incredibly HYPED. When we get our Dragonbone bow it's going to be named Blackbrand right? As a parallel to our ancestral Valyrian sword Goldbrand?

I hope we don't go too overboard with mechanics. More transparency does sound great but I don't want to get too bogged down with it: I always quite liked how they occupied more of a "sidebar" space than front and center.

>>3521082
Are you prepared to write a trial by seven? You may be a bit rusty

>>3521082
Hi Papi!!

If we win this trial, what are the odds that the armies massing outside of steadhold just attack?

Hows life? Hows the job? Are you busy and is this just going to complete the saga, or are you back for good? Did you take a wrong turn and get lost on the way home? What made you want to come back to us? Good to see you Dad <3.

>>3521037
We just started and I am already nervous.
>yay
>yay

Help I can't figure out who Raymun Chelsted is: Everyone else I know who they are and why they're our bros. There's a lotta characters please cut me some slack.

>>3521095
It's either Lucas' Squire or Lucas' Suire's dad

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He back!

>>3521085
A well made point.

>>3521086
There was a long period where I just distanced myself from it.But recently, whether it be the show or other quests, I've just been more in the mood to return. I care about writing a lot. So to complete this story is important, I feel.

>>3521087
Hell y'all can name it whatever you want. An important heirloom like that should have a name.

And honestly the biggest mechanically upgrade will be the food and trade system I was using in Grallner because I really liked it. Otherwise fighting will still work the same, I'll just show you guys results like I did in Grallner and House Fortunes will be the same, albeit nerfed slightly.

>>3521088
I believe so. I genned the combat scenario already, so I have a vague idea of how things go. Depending upon Brynden's actions of course. Yes I am definitely a bit rusty, but I feel going right into it will help me shake it off.

>>3521089
Who knows, that would be some really quick messaging though. But I will remind that Obella, Mason, and Dontos went to the crown to say, "yo what the fuck".

>spoiler
Job is good. I made some changes in my life within the past year and have settled into a nice career where I'm not working 60-70 hour weeks anymore.

The plan is to complete the Malroy story. At the very least I want to give us some payoff with finishing Royce. Assuming we live here. After that, I'm not sure. But I want to finish this story before I go back to anything else.

>>3521095
Raymun Chelsted was introduced in the Mason side threads where he was tasked with bringing the message of some fuck shit going down in the Crownlands. He isn't super important, I wouldn't expect anyone to remember him. Hell I barely did.

>>3521099
Nah that's Grant Conklyn (Lucas' former squire) and Lord Argor Conklyn (his dad). They don't have any play in this.

>>3521099
>>3521095

Also I know that Lucerys Celtigar is one of our household knights and a bro but could someone give me the >>quick rundown on why he's our bro and what his relationship is to the rest of the Saltygars?

>>3521106
God fuck me dad, I'm just glad you're back. I need something to wash the shit in my mouth that's the GoT show.

>>3521106

I want to see Brynden get to have fun in Bobby B's Wild Island Getaway and then change the course of destiny in the WotFK so badly Dad. My buddy and I have spent entire nights poring over troop movements and events of the books to see where Malroy could make a difference. Honestly I think it would be really cool: I feel the Arryn bus-throwing episode really left us browbeaten and we spent a ton of threads not really sallying forth into adventure and sticking to the low-stakes sandbox of local tourneys and resource management. I'd like to see Brynden really flex his ADVENTURE muscles again before fading away into the responsible lord.

>>3521107
Ser Lucerys Celtigar is Brynden's first cousin once removed. His mother was a Malroy. And is the Uncle of the current Lord of House Celtigar. He is an older man, about 50, who is more keen on naval warfare than he is of that on land but all the same.

He visited Brynden during I think 40-50 threads, can't quite remember, to let him know what was going on with the Celtigars and to see him since they're on good terms. He decided to stick around for a little bit and traveled with him to the Tourney. And plans to leave back to his family afterwards.

>>3521115
Thanks dad, love ya.

>>3521115
>And plans to leave back to his family afterwards.

Well he is dead.

What do you think of the shitshow that was Season 8 of GoT ?

>>3521037

YAY to both padre

Also am I able to roll tomorrow?

Also also GREAT TO SEE YA BACK

>>3521145
Mother of God. Sleepy if you dont roll tomorrow I will be thoroughly upset.

>>3521145

Good to see you back sleepyanon. Is targfag still among us?

You've not only dropped off without saying anything not once, but twice. And I'm still pissed about that. So when you quit this run, do us the favor of actually saying something first. Otherwise, you're still a fucking asshole.

>>3521037
>Yay
>Yay

How likely are we to pummel them without Oberyn?

>>3521175

I imagine Wesley is a dead man and our ability to gain friends in the Reach will be shot due to saying Yay to Wesley and Oberyn, but honestly there's no other way: Brynden would never not bring them.

>>3521185
Fuck it then, lets demolish them.

>>3521037
>Did you decide to allow Ser Wesley Hayford to be one of your Seven Champions?

>yay

>Did you spend your favor with Prince Oberyn Martell to be one of your Seven Champions?

>yay

Gods, it is good to see you again, Father! Here's to crazy Malroy antics!

>>3521037
>Yay
>Yay

>>3521150
Well I may roll shit tomorrow though!

>>3521151
Dunno but it would be nostalgic to see him though.

>>3521234

I was the one who initially bestowed that nickname upon him. At the time I thought he was a moron but in hindsight targfag was a good guy. I miss him.

>>3521113
>>3521125
I haven't been a fan of the show since season 5 I think. I can appreciate aspects of it and what it is. But holy hell that was a rough last season. I am looking forward to the books and it doing things proper (f)Aegon I believe will help a lot of things make significantly more sense. Either way, its over now, I'm pretty over the series. I will say I'm looking forward to the spin offs. Age of Heroes or Aegon's Conquest would be a joy.

>>3521114
I wouldn't say that's unfair. I suppose you take your browbeating and do things low key for awhile. Yeah it might have gotten a little boring for everyone but I enjoyed doing the wedding and rebuilding the House is also an important part of the quest. That being said, after this Trial by Seven we have multiple war fronts to deal with in the Crownlands. A trip to Lys and a return trip to help the Longwaters deal with some pirates. And from there I think we might see things pick up more at home, so there should be plenty of adventure time.

However, the Malroys are definitely going to be called to war during Bobby B's Wild and Wet Island Extravaganza. He'll be well considered as a competent commander by then and likely House Malroy will be at full strength again.

>>3521145
Roll to your heart's content Sleepy. Haha Maybe a few years have soured your luck.

>>3521240
Nah still been rolling absurdly good in the few asoiaf quests that poop up.

>>3521145
Well doth my raki, it's Sleepy. Good to see you back, man.

>>3521250
Are you also Sleepy the QM? Please come back, I miss you.

>>3521240

I truly believe that Malroy's allegiance will eventually be with fAegon when the time comes.

>>3521253
Nope. That was another someone else.

>>3521252
Also KEK. But I've been around just didn't feel like throwing the name back on until wardad came back.

>>3521240

Did you read and enjoy Fire and Blood? I loved the details of Jaehaerys's reign and especially the Androw Farman Pumped Up Kicks episode..

>>3521268
I did, except the part with the graphic depictions of a child dying via valyrian whatsits really messed with me for some reason, I'm usually not squeamish.

The chapters on the Dance were probably my favorite.

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>>3521240
>Bobby B's Wild and Wet Island Extravaganza
>>3521114
>Bobby B's Wild Island Getaway
At first I was thinking "what?" But then I remembered.

>>3521037
>Yay
>Yay

>>3521240
Hey so iirc there was a chance for us to stake claims on Linden's clay and shit once we beat him and return the ctownlands right? Specifically i remember being able to take his children as wards/hostages?

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>>3521260
I actually can't say which way I'd call that. But I feel like that would be a very likely answer. I believe I've spoken about Brynden's numerous options during the WotFKs and how he's uniquely positioned to gain grossly from it. But never that invasion. Who knows, perhaps another book will come out and we can make a more informed decision.

>>3521268
I did indeed. It was actually a really great book for my history document. I do plan on going back and updating that a bit at some point.

>>3521316
Yeah that was a hard YOOOOO what the fuck for me.

>>3521624
There was, picture related. I had wondered if anyone would remember. But taking Linden's clay, his titles, his children as wards. That's some vengeful stuff, right up Brynden's alley. He would have good cause and post war with Saul Cromwell's help he should certainly petition the Crown and the Hand to give him some reparations. Put the Langwards on the sidelines for good.

Personally, I'm one for titles. I feel like Brynden would enjoy adding an extra title to his name just for the egotistical nature of it.

HYPE!! HYYYYYYYYYYYYPE!!!!

You're early Dad!! I won't be here for the run tomorrow because I'm working so y'all mother fuckers had better not die while I'm away. Can't wait to see the aftermath tomorrow night!!

>yay
>yay

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>>3521658
>>Godscrown, valyrian steel longsword
Damn is that going to be in play in this trial?

First for helping our sister recover through the three H's
Head pats
Hugging
and hard dicking

>>3521682
If it is we take it from him.

>>3521729
That’d be robbery no? If we get the chance to let him yield and spare his life/drop the charges for certain conditions including the sword.

>>3521765
That is where I was going. A family that would break the kings peace doesn't deserve a sword like that.

>>3521768
Mmm but is a sharp sword worth possibly letting him live?

IT LIVES

>>3521037
Double yay

>>3521658
Hey Pop I hate to be a needy fuck but can you please check your Twitter messages

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>>3521658
Welcome back daddy!

Father, those better have been some damn good cigarettes you got from the gas station!

I'm glad you're back <3

>>3521037
Wesley
>Yay
Oberyn
>Neigh
I'm sure some day in the future we'll need it for something else. Something better. We can win this without him.

>>3521765
>>3521682

Are you guys crazy? You did read that getting that would be basically impossible and far too much effort for a sword. Go for something more reasonable such as clay or titles.

On that note what exactly does "Lord Marshal of the SGER" mean exactly? I feel like the fact that we control the strategically critical bridge over the southern GER would give us a pretty great claim to it but what exactly is the implications/benefits of such a title?

>>3521037
My god it’s actually back.

>Yay
>Yay

One we have to bring, the other we have to bring to keep him alive. Shit, this makes me wonder if I could manage to bring back Blood and Water...

>>3522076
Sure we can win it without him. But i'd rather not lose some of our friends and allies for this. Taking him with us reduces that.

>>3521037
Good to have you back father
>yay
>yay

>>3522169
This. Taking Oberyn is the difference between some of our friends dying, and our side all coming out of this alive.

>>3522129
While I'm all for GoT quests on /qst/, I think you'd probably have better success if you started over. If I recall correctly House Blackett only ran for 3 or 4 threads right? That, with the rather large passage of time, might lead to a bit less interest than if you ran a new house creation.

Just my humble opinion though, good luck and I hope to see more Game of Thrones on this board.


>>3522176
Yeah this guy gets it. We need to keep Wesley alive at the very least. The rest of them arnt the heir to one of our closest allied houses, with an already grieving father. But we cant deny him his own vengeance either. The Red Viper almost guarantees our success.

>>3522169
This, also we can't gurantee how much longer Father will run R&G for.

Ironborn shithole quest when?

>>3521037
>Yay
God help Bryndens conciounes if he dies
>Yay
Oberyn could take Gregor fucking Clegane at 40+ years of age I want to see him in his prime

>>3522091
>a sword
It's not just a sword, it's a Valyrian steel sword.
Having said that, I don't think it's worth it either. Lands>Title>Sword>Ward I think.

>>3522210
I agree on the order but I'm just wondering if the title has any significance and use apart from the symbolism and glory of having it

>>3522210

Kind of disagree friend. If you ask me, this should be the order of priority.

1. Lands.

This will cripple the house and prevent them from threatening us again. With less lands and less income, their army decreases as does their prestige.

2.Ward (Preferably the first born son)

This will keep the Langwards on the sidelines even if we dont get their lands, and if we do get the lands as well, this stops any future plotting in its tracks.

3. Title

This just seems like a very Brynden thing to do. Plus its rubbing salt in the wound.

4. The Sword

While I think Brynden would take it to spite the Langward, the sheer difficulty of it would be ridiculous. Not to mention, we already have the potential for our own heirloom, and one Brynden can use muh more effectively.

>>3522226
>This will keep the Langwards on the sidelines even if we dont get their lands, and if we do get the lands as well, this stops any future plotting in its tracks.
That is true, but wards are also a danger. If they hate us and are able to get support from our enemies they might try to kill us or those we love, like what happened in Grallner quest (where it luckily worked out well). That's why I'd really not bother with them.

Also obligatory >reddit spacing

>>3522216
I wonder too but even if it doesn't it's still a probably prestigious title to have

>>3522231
Landon Grallner was a muppet though. A threshing machine on legs mind you, and clansmen were his wheat, but an absolute idiot when it came to intrigue. We have the dornish spy mistress, and are ourselves ex sellsword who knows the signs of betrayal first hand. And dont forget sweet, loveable BEST BOY Victus. Everyone loves that kid.

>>3522226
I agree with this. And its not like Robert is disinclined to give over heirs to a House a la Theon. I think we should go for his first born son, try to send his daughter over to Hayford, and his second born son over to Blacksaithe.

>Not to mention, we already have the potential for our own heirloom
What bow do you guys like for that? I'm keen on the horse bow personally.

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>>3522246
I'm with you on the horse bow. I get that the great bow is more impressive (and makes it easier to win tourneys with), but we are a horse lord first and foremost, and should be able to use our bow from horseback.

>>3522246
>>3522254
My only concern with the horse bow is how we're going to make use of it in Bobby B's Fun Time Water Park, or fighting pirates with the Longwaters.

>>3522246
>>3522254
Seems like a waste to make a smaller bow since 1. we’re not always on horseback and 2. long bows were historically used from horseback effectively.
I mean why whittle down a precious dragon bone to a little thing if we can make more use of it as it is.

>>3522350
i agree
but if there is bone enough for two horse bows?

>>3522254
If Pops can confirm that if we get the longbow we could still use on horseback then I'll definitely be picking that

>>3522354
One for us and one for Victus.

>>3522356
Nah so we can dual wield bows

>>3522355
It definitely isn't, the greatbow had the Unweildy quality meaning it takes a -2D to tests when on a mount. So I guess its useable but not exactly practical

>>3522360
Well dragonbone probably has perks that negate the negative so it evens out to a fairly good bow on horseback and a godly bow off.

>>3522364
It doesnt look like it to me given the statlines in the docx that Father made. That -2D isnt mention at all about being negated, just has a longer range, better piercing capabilities, and higher damage.

Brynden already does have a pretty good recurve though that he uses on horseback. Probably keep using that and then the greatbow on foot and in tourneys

>>3522369
What are you reading? Is it on dragonbone bows or regular bows?

>>3522372
The document father made in the masterlist. He gave stats for both variants

>>3522372
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gduVLvtxDvpbxkhy2HlH-ohHZo0LT891nd4OeejSnHI/edit

This? Father lays it out pretty simply

>>3522376
>Intimidating grants a +1 to all Persuasion(Intimidate) tests made on the battlefield and in social situations where the bow is present
THAT'S nice. Huh it's only a difference of 1D when not on horse back plus having 9 damage not 8.

>>3522380
I'm joy selling the greatbow short. That thing is a murder machine. Piercing 2, long range 2, viscous.

I just think the recurve is the way to go, because it fits with Bryndens preferred method of fighting, it compliments the double shot and animal cohort benefits, plus it has a greater dice pool. It also still has piercing 1, and only causes 1 less damage.

>>3522390
Mounted archer's are effective in a group. Westeros uses longbows. If we want to pass down a family heirloom why make it one that is a niche skill set. After a few generations House Malroy might not even have any horse archers.

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>The bow is a coward’s weapon. Take up the spear or maul. They’ll serve you better.

>>3522402
>WHATS THAT I CANT HEAR YOU FROM 200 YARDS AWAY

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>>3522404
>Here. Let me get closer for you.

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>>3522409
You need to come closer

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>>3522423
*blocks your path*

>>3522401
Because it's still a wicked bow that can be used on foot? Also, consider Ice. The starks greatsword was an heirloom, even though it was far to big to be of practical use, and was used for executions and other ceremonial purposes.

>>3522434
Ice isn't larger than a greatsword in our lengthwise. And weight is negated by valyrian steel. We don't see it being used in battle because Eddard isn't in any battles. It most definitely would be an effective and lethal weapon in battle. Bad example.
>can be used on foot
It doesn't get the horse riding perks on foot.

>>3522442
It may very well have been light enough to use, but every mention of Ice has it being used to execute someone. To my knowledge there isnt any mention of it being used in battle at all in any source material.

And yes, the recurve doesnt get the benefit of Animal Cohort on foot, that's true. But the greatbow used on horseback can hardly be used at all. I prefer the greater versatility of the recurve which we can use mounted or afoot with a great degree of skill.

On you left…

---

The sword clatters at your cousin’s feet, his tent is small, not particularly well adorned, one might not even had known it belonged to the Hayfords at a passing glance, a Knight of House Hogg had accompanied him was the majority of his support among a few servants as well. He looks up to you from his table, half an egg hung from his mouth, his eyes were red and you could see he hadn’t bothered to bath or even undress from the night prior.

“Have you slept cousin?”

“Aye, a mite.”

“Can you fight?”

His eyes mist again and he stands, knocking over his chair in the process. He goes to speak but stammers out a few words before you cross and draw your cousin into an embrace.

“I had no right Wesley,” you say, “You are my family. You were theirs. No one has any right to tell you that you cannot fight for them, or beside me. It would be an honor.”

Wesley thumps you on the back several times, causing your half-plate to shudder, his sobs even and he draws a long sniffle before breaking away from you. He looks down at his sword upon the floor, and is quick to snap it up again, “This is my grandfather's sword. It is Valyrian steel, it isn’t special, but it’s ours. Its family. I-I… need a moment to gather myself Brynden. But I will be there. By your side, through this all. And then we will return home, victorious and defeat the last of them. And then the Red Bastard himself. I swear it.”

The two of you lock forearms upon the promise, and share a moment longer. Family. It truly was the last of what you had. Seven Hells what the both of you had left.

---

...was Ser Wesley Hayford. Your cousin, your family. Fighting for all the same reasons as yourself in truth. He looks the very image of a Knight, garbed in full plate, his horse, the golden courser of your own stock wearing plate barding and caparison of motley green and yellow. He raises his lance into the air, slamming the visor of his helmet closed and looking forward without fear. And thus you were six.

And to your right…

---

Prince Oberyn Martell’s pavillion far outstripped Wesley’s tent, Seven it far outstripped your own. The lavish thing almost seemed a small building and you find the Prince of Dorne within a copper lion footed tub, likely some bit of irony on his part, with a woman upon his lap giggling and riding him without a single care of your entering, despite the multiple announcements of your arrival.

“Ah Lord Malroy, it is a pleasure to see you as always,” he says with a tossed back look, his hand running across the breast of the woman that services him, lightly slapping it and receiving a fit of giggles in return before reaching for a goblet of wine and snapping his fingers for his servant to gather one for you as well. It was strange watching the man, seemingly so unpulsed by what had occurred the days prior. The Reachmen were giving the dornish congregation a wide berth, and you had been shocked that Lord Tyrell hadn’t banished them all immediately, perhaps for want of keeping the peace. You could not be certain nor say for sure. But the goblet reaches your hand all the same but it goes relatively untouched with your stomach in the knots it was in.

“And you as well Prince Oberyn,” you respond, circling around to the side so the two of you may be more or less eye to eye. The woman upon his lap shudders and you note it was not Lady Ellaria Sand, she was fair of hair and eye, likely a reachwoman, you doubted noble- on no that signet ring was of House Ashford you believed.

The dornishman looks you up and down quickly, “I see you prepare for battle Lord Malroy,” he says with a click of his tongue, “I had heard of such. A Trial by Seven is it to be?”

You nod silently and he affirms with his own. Before gesturing for you to drink for lack of being a poor guest you indulge him.

“I find the taste of the dornish red to accompany war quite well Lord Malroy,” he says with a half cocked smirk, pouring some over the breasts of the woman and drinking the run off from her nipple. A part of you remembers the days of such fleeting pleasures, no doubt Obella would take an equal amount of joy in such trivializes but nonetheless. The sellsword yet remained but perhaps he had been tamed somewhat. The Prince pulls away and waves at the woman to leave the two of you, biting at her nipple a final time before she pulls herself from his length and finds a sheer robe to dress in and slipping away into the curtains of the pavilion. Oberyn continues to stare forward, “You do not come by for idle chatter though, do you Lord Malroy? The look upon your face speaks to more than that, no?”

You tighten your grip upon the pommel of your sword, the two rings of silver, lasting mementos of your time in the Free Cities with the Second Sons. And that of a favor to be called upon. Removing your gauntlet you pull the silver ring from your pinkie finger and flick it to the Prince with a metallic ring and he catches it in mid-air. Rolling it across his knuckles with a smile upon his face.

“I had hoped to hear you ask,” he says simply, “A favor is a favor, no? I would be happy to fight by your side Lord Malroy. But I would caution, such a sight… It will unlikely make you little friends in the days that are to come, considering the recent… Incident involving Lord Tyrell’s heir.”

Frowning you respond, “I shall manage Prince Oberyn. I would be a fool to deny your prowess in battle. And I’d be remiss to not call upon you in such a time of need.”

The Prince laughs, rising from the bath and clothing himself in a robe that does little to hide his own modesty, “I understand that a Ser Cardyn Lantell will be amongst this Linden’s champions. I claim his life for myself, he will not survive an attempt upon Lord Quentyn’s life. And I will be damned if I see a Lannister lackey get away with an attack upon the dornish again. You’ve my spear, Lord Malroy.”

The two of you lock arms, as awkward as it may be and he is off not long after. The giggles of the woman reach your ears again as you leave, a small smirk spread upon your lips.

---

...was Prince Oberyn Martell. The Red Viper himself. He is dressed as the dornish do, light armour, a spear and a buckler. His horse, a sand steed is hardly armoured at all, a caparison of sand silk of yellow and blood red, the speared sun of House Martell standing proudly despite the litany of booes it recieves from the crowd. The Prince laugh as he places his helmet, a pointed thing with clear eastern influence and ribbons of red and yellow spiraling from the peak, and gives you a short look but for the most part his eyes remain upon the Lantell from across the way. And thus you were Seven.

The crowd is hard to quiet, taking several calls by the herald before they finally quiet to a murmur as he announces the crimes to which Lord Linden Langward is accused. Spying, treason, acting against the King’s Peace, attempted murder, deception under false pretenses, etc. it was a list of charges you had not spoken, but perhaps was made by what had occurred. Someone with better words to put to the crimes than yourself. Your eyes land upon Lord Mace Tyrell, sat within a lofted box, Lords Randyll Tarly, Paxter Redwyne, and Mattias Rowan about him as well. Good allies to have you think, their words upon the decree of Linden’s guilt will serve you well when you return home to the Crownlands and press the Crown for concessions following the war.

The sun shines briefly through the dark cloud, alighting your eyes with wildfire, you slowly close your visor. Listening to the names of those that would champions a mad Lord’s cause. They would all die, you swore it, by your hand or another. You had a promise to keep.

The herald runs from the field. The crowd beginning to murmur once again. A flag raised over the Lord’s box flips and twists as the wind picks up and thunder claps over head. Though rain is not yet to fall. Your war lance hefts into place, the knot in your stomach undoing itself and finally settling for war. That is what this was. War in its purest form. You had seen it many times before and would see it hundred times again. You take a deep breath, eyes following the flag, time seems to slow… And then it drops, the world rushing back to you with such cacophony it could be heard for leagues. The roar of the crowd, the shouting of fourteen men, and cries of the horses as they’re spurred into battle. You dig deep into Goldsong, a final time, you promised. And he breaks into a gallop, leading the pack for a moment before Prince Oberyn streaks past you upon his sand steed and making first contact with shattering effect. But you do not remain upon it long, Ser Hyle Vyrwel is a length away from you, raining curses upon you even with his lance out of place, and you brace yourself. Your arms lock. And eyes flair of wildfire.

Please roll 7D6+1 [4D(Fighting)+1D (Animal Cohort)-1D(Charge)+3B(War-Trained Mount)+1(Superior War Lance)] for Fighting (Spears)

Rolled 2, 5, 1, 3, 4, 4, 6 + 1 = 26 (7d6 + 1)

Holy fuck its happening. My body is ready. RIDE UNTO THE SUNSEEEEEET!!!

>>3522460
There is no logical reason why it wouldn't be used in battle. Just because it is used for execution does not mean it isn't also used for war.

It can be used and effectively. It has Vicious. So it will kill the opponent we just have to roll good and make sure we hit him. kek imagining Lord Brynden firing gigantic arrows at his enemies from horseback is hilarious even missing it would have to be intimidating to whoever we're firing at.

Rolled 3, 6, 4, 2, 2, 2, 1 + 1 = 21 (7d6 + 1)

>>3522476

Rolled 1, 1, 2, 2, 6, 1, 5 + 1 = 19 (7d6 + 1)

>>3522476

>>3522481
>>3522485
>>3522489
Mediocre
but hopefully good enough. I doubt it but hope.

RIP

>>3522484
It very well could have been, but there is no mention of him wielding it, or any other Stark doing so, on the battle field. Even during Robert's rebellion, where everyone remembers Robert's hammer(lol), theres no mention of Ice. Anyhow, I propose a truce until the action is over and Langward is laying dead in the dirt.

Rolled 4, 3, 4, 5, 2, 1, 3 + 1 = 23 (7d6 + 1)

>>3522476

>>3522481
20
>>3522485
16
>>3522489
16

Please roll 3D6 for Awareness(Notice)

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

>>3522497

>>3522494
Yes. It's showtime!

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

Rolled 6, 6, 2 = 14 (3d6)

>>3522497

>>3522501
Not bad.

>>3522498
>>3522501
>>3522502
13,15,14

Good rolls, but are they enough. Writing.

>>3522498
>>3522501
>>3522502
At least we are aware.

>>3522505
That 15 should hopefully.

>>3522505
Dont play with my emotions like that. The adreneline is pumping and my heart rate is physically through the roof right now

did we get that annointed perk? i cant remember

>Inb4 Oberyn takes off his helmet after the battle and half his brain falls out and he dies
>Inb4 we create a time paradox

>>3522538
That's a texas sized 10-4 good buddy

>>3522540
>SNAKE YOU CAN'T DO THAT!

>>3522542
thanks
on another note, we really need to increase our fukin awareness

Lord Brynden Malroy’s Attack I
DC: 7
Rolls: 20, 16, 16
>Success, Three Degrees
>Damage: 9+2 Charge=11*3=33-7AR = 26 Damage
>Ser Hyle Vyrwel’s Health: 9-26=-17 Health, threshold exceeded
Result: Ser Hyle Vyrwel is Dead

Ser Hyle Vyrwel’s Attack I
DC: 9
Roll: 10
>Success, One Degree.
>Damage: 5*1=4-10AR=0 Damage
>Lord Brynden Malroy’s Health: 12-0=0
Result: Lord Brynden Malroy is unscathed.

Time no longer slows for you in the heat of the moment, it is a whirlwind, a brutal split second of pain and anger. You had felt the heat rising in your body as you galloped down the yard, so focused and intense your mind had left you with but one single thought, that of Revenge. Truly it was a sweet taste upon your lips, a word, a feeling, an action you savored for the split second you had been allowed as your war lance crashes into Ser Hyle Vyrwel. Your arm braces and your legs clutch to Goldsong for dear life, but not for retaliation from the other man, no but for the absolutely crushing and splintering of your lance as it caved the man’s breastplate and broke through without a second thought. You could feel his chest cave just as the breastplate, the shattering of bone and rending of flesh, if he lived through this you would be shocked, an act of divine intervention but you knew he would not be so lucky, your own fury too much for even the Seven. His own lance slides off your shield with easy, hardly even placed before you were running with down with superior horse, speed, and ability. Your arm stays fast and you can him lose his grip and continue to push through with the full weight of your body and Goldsong’s gallop. It is not a second later you see him flung from his horse, half of your lance dug deep into his chest, the other half in your hand still. You fling it to the ground as Goldsong continues on, his training allowing you a moment to gather yourself and rip your bastard sword from its scabbard, ready for the next pass.

To your right you see Prince Oberyn reeling around far down the length of the yard and coming back immediately after his intended target. Incredibly he avoided any damage in that armour of his and hardly missed a beat, a look of amusement dancing on his face. A handful of your other champions arrive after you, looking for the better and relatively unscathed but a quick count and you find yourself missing a man. You fling your head back and see Ser Raymun Chelsted hanging from his stirrups, his body limp and head twisted at a broken angle, a bit of lance hangs from his visor and a trail of blood follows his horse as the squires attempt to stop the horse. It is unlikely he survived. Ser Leo Langly flings his lance down much in the same way you had and you surmise it was his doing as he pulls a warpick from his belt, readying himself. You allow yourself a glance down and see Ser Hyle’s body in a bloody heap on the ground, certainly dead. An even six to six on the opening charge.

Chaos breaks out as several of your champions break into another pass, Lucas and Wesley still have their lances, while Lucerys, who looks to have taken a nasty hit has his sword out, and Quellon his as well. You turn, slightly, intending a new target of your own but from the corner of your eye you catch a gleam. Your hand tightens on the reins and your spurs adjust slightly.

Lord Brynden Malroy’s Awareness I
DC: 15
Rolls: 14, 15, 13
>Success, One Degree.

And not a moment too soon. You jerk Goldsong’s head back and he comes up to his full length on his hind legs almost a second too late as Ser Cardyn Lantell’s miss what was assuredly a lance to the chest of your dear friend, a move you had seen from his tilt with Lord Quentyn Qorgyle. So much for a ‘misfortunate accident’. Your eyes catch ablaze with wildfire, anger and the taste of revenge reaching your tongue not a moment later. Prince Oberyn is chasing him down, gaining quickly but not quite enough. Digging your spurs into Goldsong you lead him the other direction of their chase, the coward would have nowhere to go with the two of you closing on him from different angles, you knew. Goldsong breaks into a deadly gallop, as if he fed upon your own rage, your sword goes up as you close the gap and the Lantell realizes that he had fallen into a trap and tries to divert to the side giving the Prince enough room to close on him as well.

Please roll 9D6+1 [4D(Fighting)+1D (Animal Cohort)-1D(Charge)+2B (Long Blades)+3B(War-Trained Mount)+1(Superior Bastard Sword] for Fighting (Long Blades)

You guys just barely made the DC to save Goldsong. A missed roll on that and he was dead.

Rolled 4, 4, 2, 5, 3, 6, 5, 2, 2 + 1 = 34 (9d6 + 1)

>>3522554

Rolled 2, 2, 6, 4, 2, 6, 4, 6, 2 + 1 = 35 (9d6 + 1)

>>3522554

Rolled 6, 3, 2, 1, 6, 1, 5, 1, 2 + 1 = 28 (9d6 + 1)

>>3522554

Rolled 1, 5, 1, 1, 4, 5, 4, 6, 6 + 1 = 34 (9d6 + 1)

>>3522554

Rolled 5, 6, 3, 6, 3, 6, 5, 3, 6 + 1 = 44 (9d6 + 1)

>>3522556
21
>>3522557
23
>>3522559
21

Good rolls, Brynden is hella deadly on a horse.

>>3522561
FUCK YOU CAPTCHA!!!

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>>3522561
>44

>>3522554
He's two days away from retirement, of course he's more prone to getting killed.

Goldsong is a good boy, he deserves his retirement.

>>3522554
Ok that's enough empty promises of letting Goldsong retire. Goldsong is going out to stud and never fighting again.

>>3522561
link your vote next time

>>3522554
>>3522565
Wait I'm confused: Lantell's life belongs to Oberyn, we're not killstealing, right?

>>3522597
+1 Bro Assist

>Ser Raymun Chelsted
Im sorry guys, its been so long. can anyone give me a few lines about the man we lost?

>>3522597
I think it's more double teaming him to knock someone else off their team before they can do that to our side.

>>3522603
Same here. That's the problem with dropping and then getting back years later, shit is forgotten.

>>3522603

He's a literally who. Brynden has never met him before Mason Blackflower sent him as a messenger to bring us news of the army at our door, it's not a coincidence that the dumbass Vrywel who thought we dishonored his sister and Raymun Chelsted were the first to job.

>>3522578
First thing we're getting Goldsong is some dothraki mates and the best field in the crownlands

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>>3522612
thanks dude
hope you like fishes

>>3522614
We already have the dothraki pussy

>>3522624
Yeah we haven't done anything with it either

>>3522626
´We havnt had time

We need to get Goldsong a harem of mares from all the different breeds around the world.
The watch needs good horses? Get them some Golden Northerns.
Dorne want's an edge? Golden Sandies.

>>3522633
Lannisters want horses that match their colors? They can eat shit and fuck off.

Ser Cardyn Lantell’s Attack I
DC: 9
Roll: 15
>Success, Two Degrees
>Damage: 7+2 Charge=9*2=18-10AR=8 Damage-4 Injury Taken=4 Damage
>Lord Brynden Malroy’s Health: 12-4=8 Health
>Lord Brynden Malroy takes an injury (¼)

Lord Brynden Malroy’s Attack I
DC: 8
Rolls: 21,23,21
>Success, Four Degrees
>Damage: 9+2 Charge=11*4=44-9AR = 35 Damage
>Ser Cardyn Lantell’s Health: 15-35=-20 Health

Prince Oberyn Martell’s Attack I
DC: 8
Rolls: 24,26,21
>Success, Four Degrees
>Damage: 10*4=40-9AR=31 Damage
>Ser Cardyn Lantell’s Health: -20-31=-51, threshold exceeded
Result: Ser Cardyn Lantell is Dead.

Unfortunately he hadn’t pulled away entirely, he had enough left to over extend and hit you with his lance in the charge, perhaps you had always been his intended target, but having been given chase to by the Prince threw his game and caution to the wind. He reaches you with the full force of his charge and you take the brunt of it on your shield, thankfully. A moment longer and it might have meant your death, his lance crushes into your shield and you grit your teeth as you feel the weight of your shield buckling around your arm and twisting downwards, it didn’t feel broken at least, sprained and swore and likely bruised but you would get away with a minor scrap. You’re able to push the lance off to the side and use what remains of your momentum from the swing to slash at Ser Cardyn Lantell and gain purchase in the exposed underside of his arm from his overextension as he attempted to push through you and off your horse, you feel your blade slice through leather and into soft delicate flesh and hear him scream in pain as you blade moves through the muscle and clatters its way out against the plate he wore, he drops his lance immediately and reaches for the limp arm with his shield hand. Blood runs from your blade as you pull Goldsong into a quick turn going for a second pass to end him.

But it was an effort unneeded as you watch Prince Oberyn’s spear piercing him from the nape of the neck, through his chest and out his belly. He lets go quickly and you watch as Cardyn slumps from his horse and falls to the ground with a thud. The crowd roars at the sight of blood once more and you watch the Prince race off without a weapon to his squire where he tosses him another and he regains himself a moment before seeking out a new target. The Prince certainly lived up to his dangerous reputation, you were lucky to have him on your side.

Quickly scanning the battlefield you see that despite having killed Lantell you are soon to lose another man. Ser Lucerys Celtigar is holding himself up against the fence that separates the yard from the rabble, disarmed his helmet on the ground beside him as he gasps for air and bleeds from his temple. Ser Gerion Hightower stands over him and brings the pommel of his greatsword down on him several times before your distant cousin falls to the ground lifeless, his face a bloody ruin, an eye hanging from its socket, and blood gushing out with the last vainless pumps from his heart. You take a shuddering breath, the damned Hightower was a formidable fighter and a had killed not one of your men but now time and family at that. You dig your spurs into Goldsong and push him forward, intent to run the man down as he was afoot.

A yell of shock and pain draws your attention to the other side of the field. Ser Quellon Qorgyle, your wife’s younger brother and a man that had fought by your side in the Invasion of the Princewood is flung from his horse and lands in a heap, his left arm twisted in an unnatural angle and clearly broken. Ser Orton Yronwood slams his hooked spear into him as he attempts to gather himself, pinning his leg to the ground and he screams out in pain. The Drinkwater Knight breaks off from his battle with Lucas Longwaters, who is outnumbered two to one by Ser Leo Langly and the former. He rips the helmet from your good-brother’s head and you think you see the words, “I yield!, escape his lips before the Drinkwater’s knife digs itself into his eye socket and Quellon’s body spasms with every wrench of it. The yell of anger that follows almost leads you away from your gallop, eyes watching as Prince Oberyn breaks off towards the other two dornish men with deadly intent. He catches the Yronwood unawares and his spear crushes into his shoulder and he is flung to the ground, Oberyn all but leaps from his horse after, catching himself in a roll and drawing a blade as he rushes down the Drinkwater.

Your eyes return to task, wildfire burning in them at the loss of your family. Of your friends. You mourned for Quellon but it would be not be for naught. You were at a disadvantage now, 4-5, but you would even that up soon enough. But when head turned you find the Hightower Knight doing his best to escape your wroth, a smarter man that most and you find him defending a still aride Lord Linden Langward who sneers at you with lance in hand and pointing towards the battlefield.

>>3522640
>Malroy's become horse Bene Gesserits

You turn Goldsong and find both Lucas and Wesley on the off foot, Lucas had taken a nasty fall and discarded his shield and is fending off a fully armoured Leo Langly, meanwhile Wesley had decided to aid the Prince and was fighting the Drinkwater Knight, though to little effect after the Prince had broken off to finish the Yronwood. You watch him take a hammer blow that puts him on bended knee and nearly shatters his shield. They were both in desperate need of aid and even with the anger in you fully alight and desiring for bloody revenge you knew that fighting against both Linden and the Hightower would be suicidal. You fling your broken shield to the ground, pulling up your sword in both hands, as hurt as the right might be and dig into Goldsong to charge. But… To whom?

Who will Brynden aid?
>Ser Lucas Longwaters
>Ser Wesley Hayford

Please roll 9D6+1 [4D(Fighting)+1D (Animal Cohort)-1D(Charge)+2B (Long Blades)+3B(War-Trained Mount)+1(Superior Bastard Sword] for Fighting (Long Blades)

>>3522643
>negative 51 hp

Rolled 1, 6, 1, 2, 3, 1, 1, 6, 6 + 1 = 28 (9d6 + 1)

>>3522649
>>Ser Wesley Hayford
Sorry Lucas hopefully you can last for a bit longer

Rolled 4, 5, 3, 5, 4, 1, 2, 5, 2 + 1 = 32 (9d6 + 1)

>>3522649
>>Ser Lucas Longwaters

Rolled 2, 5, 6, 6, 5, 4, 2, 2, 2 + 1 = 35 (9d6 + 1)

>>3522649
>Ser Wesley Hayford

Hard choice

Rolled 4, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, 6, 6, 6 + 1 = 34 (9d6 + 1)

>>3522649
>Ser Lucas Longwaters

>>3522649

We Telltale now

>Ser Wesley Hayford

Rolled 5, 2, 6, 4, 2, 1, 5, 3, 6 + 1 = 35 (9d6 + 1)

>>3522649
>Ser Lucas Longwaters

>>3522649
>>Ser Lucas Longwaters

Oh fuck me

>>3522649
Wesley Hayford

I just had some food arrive so I'm going to let this vote go for another 10 minutes before I call it. After 340 PM EST, no more votes will be counted.

Save Wesley you bastards!! Lucas is the better fighter, hopefully he can hang on for a moment longer.

It's two v one. Wesley and Oberyn vs a Drinkwater
Then Lord Brynden and Ser Lucas vs Leo Langly

>>3522649
>Ser Wesley Hayford
Oh God, Lucas please don't die

>>3522649
>Ser Wesley Hayford

>>3522649
>>Ser Lucas Longwaters

>>3522678
It was two on one, but Oberyn ditched him to go fight Yronwood.

>>3522649
>Ser Lucas Longwaters

>>3522649
>Ser Lucas Longwaters

>>3522649
>Ser Lucas Longwaters

Shield versus no shield

>>3522653
22
>>3522654
20
>>3522655
23

>Lucas: 8
>Wesley: 6

Writing.

>>3522697
Shouldn't we take the rolls that were for Ser Lucas?

>>3522702
nah that's needless

>>3522702
The dice are for Bryndens attack regardless, the best of the first three rolled normally, and the votes are for who we go to aid.

>>3522640
We can sell them the lemon lame horses

>>3522697
Oops sorry, those are going to be 21,19,22, because of the -1 you take from gaining an injury.

I also gave Brynden his War Lance base damage in the last combat instead of his bastard sword. Doesn't matter either way Cardyn was dead. But lol -51 health. So.

>>3522705
Ok that makes sense. So how are these >>3522697 final numbers calculated?

>>3522710
If you look at the formulas presented at the end of fathers post, a number with a d following it is a die, where a b is a bonus die. You then eliminate lowest numbers according to the number of bonus dice from your roll. So for example if you rolled 4d6D+ 2d6B and got 5,5,4,3,2,1 you would remove the two lowest dice because you have 2 of the dice you rolled were bonus dice.

>>3522713
That changes your initial roll from a 20, to a final result of 17.

>>3522713
Alright. So what do bonus dice do?

>>3522720

1D is an extra 1d6 to your roll. 1B is an extra roll and drop the lowest. So 3D+1B is a total of four dice with the lowest dropped. Pretty simple.

>>3522720
So take that example further right. You rolled 6 dice in total, 2 of which are bonus dice.

Your normal dice show 4,3,2,1

Your bonus dice show 5,5

You take the highest number you can get from your roll according to your regular dice. The bonus dice allow you a greater chance to roll higher, and cost significantly less experience to aquire.

Glad to see you're back, Father!

I hope these deaths won't ruin our relationship with the Celtigars and our brides family.

>>3522749
Celtigars are shot to shit already. Our wife’s family like us, and these guys tried killing a head of household brother in law prior to the trial. It’s tragic but not our fault.

We are taking some nasty losses

Ser Leo Langly’s Attack I
DC: 5
Roll: 23
>Success, Four Degrees
>Damage: 5*4=20-10AR=10 Damage-4 Injury-4 Injury=2 Damage
>Ser Lucas Longwaters’s Health: 7-2=5 Health
Result: Ser Lucas Longwaters takes an injury (4/4)
Ser Lucas Longwater’s Attack I
DC: 11
Roll: 24
>Success, Three Degrees
>Damage: 5*3=15-10AR=5 Damage
>Seo Leo Langly’s Health:15-5=10 Health

Lord Brynden Malroy’s Attack I
DC: 11
Rolls: 22,20,23
>Success, Three Degrees
>Damage: 4+2 Charge+1 Unmounted Defender+1 Two-Handed Bastard Sword=8*3=24-10AR = 14 Damage-5 Injury=9 Damage
>Ser Leo Langly’s Health: 10-9=1 Health
Result: Ser Leo Langly takes two injuries (5/5), Ser Leo Langly yields


Goldsong swings towards the fences against, running the perimeter, you were lucky to still be aride, if you had lost him it might mean you wouldn’t be in time to help either. Lucas is deeply entrenched with his battle against Leo Langly, the man was as old as Lucerys you think, but he fought with such poise and strength it would appear he was a score of years younger. Lucas manages to get inside his guard, slashing away and managing to remove Langly’s helmet with the attack and then landing a punch with his free hand which results in both of the men reeling in pain. Langly looks like he has a broken nose but Lucas looks the worst for it, his off hand hanging limping by his side as he attempts to ward off a superior foe one-handedly. Langly turns with a vengeance, taking large, deliberate steps that push into Lucas’ guard, snapping a misplaced swing off to the side with his shield and pinning Lucas’ sword against the fence leaving his body fully exposed. The elder Knight takes a few deep cuts at Lucas, managing one against his leg which cuts him to his bended knee and a scream of pain, Langly doesn’t end there though taking the opportunity to drive his knee into Lucas and winding him. As you close in you see Lucas fall to the ground, his arm still pinned, the other useless coughing up blood and sputtering for breath.

Langly hadn’t seen you coming, so engrossed in his decimation of Lucas that he failed to notice you coming on his rear at a full gallop before it was too late. He turns his head slightly, and his eyes widen in fear the moment he sees you, arm’s fully extend and slashing at his face. Your blade finds bloody purchase. Slicing him from the base of his jaw, through teeth, his nose, and then outside his eye. His face snaps around, from whiplash and pain and soon he too is on the ground. His face a bloody ruin, teeth upon the ground. The once clean shaven and professional Knight now howled in pain. You rear up and dismount with a swing, coming to Lucas’ aid. The knight is still hacking up blood but is grateful when you come to him, lifting him up from under his bad arm which he winces away from in pain.

“Bwoody tang is bwoken,” he manages out, you see he had bitten through his own tongue at some point, the majority of the blood on his armour and the ground having come from that. He spits at Langly on the ground, who has raised one hand while holding what remained of his face with the other, “Yiewd you fukken bastawd.”

“I-I-I ywe… ywe…” Leo Langly sputters out, he hadn’t the mouth to manage words any longer.

Lucas looks at you, shrugging slightly before slumping, a sign that he had accepted Leo’s yield, which was as good as your own, “I’m done Bwynden… Ain’t gowt anymowe in me…” You let his body down gently, signalling to the squires to come collect your friend at least he yet lived, you could say for certain whether or not Ser Leo Langly would survive with such a wound, but perhaps he would face further justice once this thing was done.

You flip your head around, suddenly remembering Wesley’s battle. And are struck with terror when you see the result of it, your legs pull you up, body aching, and they begin to run, your voice catches in your throat as you try to scream for him. There before your cousin laid dead the Knight of Drinkwater, he had managed to come back, killing him with a blow to his armpit that had gone out his neck, but he too was upon the ground, barely moving, picking himself up with a bloody wound across his face. You were too far, too damnable far. Wesley’s eyes meet your own as you rip your helmet from your head for want of air, he smile. The stupid fucking thing, all bloody but filled with joy, with life. Before it is snuffed out. His eyes of green fade, their light gone as his body shudders and he attempts to look back. The Hightower Knight’s blade digs deep into your cousin, with a twisted wrench it plunges deeper and Wesley’s face goes from joy to pain to nothing in an instant. Your voice finally finds itself and screams, the bloodiest of murder, the highest of curses, truly you hadn’t felt this pain since you had been told your sister was alive but hidden from you, held by the Red Bastard himself.

Before you can reach him Prince Oberyn collides with the Hightower Knight, his spear striking into his shoulder and pushing him off, leaving the sword behind in Wesley’s back. You skid to your knees before, turning him to his side and cradling his head in your lap, few words escape your lips, but the sting of wildfire falls from your eyes, “No, no, no, Wesley please, no Wesley.”

Your cousin’s eyes meet yours, their green fading further and further and his hand reaches up to you, which you grab and pull your cousin close. His voice was but a whisper, strained by that of death, the final words of your cousin, family that you held so dear and had so little of, “Ride unto the Sunset, cousin… For family... For Isis... Ride... Ride... Ri-” his voice ends with a slow hiss and his head falls limp in your arms death having taken its fourth bloody victim from you.

You look up, heart in your throat wrenched with pain. You wished to mourn, to weep for those lost. But you could not. Your mind would not allow it, the sting of wildfire that fell from your eyes soon turned to roaring flaming, of anger so deeply seeded you could not, nay WOULD not be stopped from collecting your bloody Revenge against these bastard’s lackeys. Your body pulls up, your sword held aloft, eyes narrow upon Lord Linden Langward who still sits aride, lance in hand, his sneer never having left his face. Muscles begin to move upon their own, first a walk and then a jog, into a full blown sprint. You whistle, and Goldsong is soon by your side, as equally not out of this fight as you had been and you jump into the saddle, digging your spurs into him harder than you ever had before. His nostrils flare, as do your own. And you feel his hatred and anger as hard as your own. Linden’s face turns to a terror-stricken visage, digging into his own horse to attempt to meet you. You would not give him the chance.

Your voice finds itself again, first a primal yell, that bellows throughout the yard into a war cry, “WESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!”

Please roll 9D6+1 [4D(Fighting)+1D (Animal Cohort)-1D(Charge)+2B (Long Blades)+3B(War-Trained Mount)+1(Superior Bastard Sword] for Fighting (Long Blades)

That was the hardest death I've had to do.

Rolled 3, 6, 1, 2, 4, 5, 1, 6, 1 + 1 = 30 (9d6 + 1)

>>3522781

Rolled 1, 3, 2, 1, 4, 4, 1, 1, 6 + 1 = 24 (9d6 + 1)

>>3522781
FUCKING HELL THIS IS BULLSHIT, OH HE'S AGAINST ONE DUDE BUT HE JUST DIED YOU BASTARDS AND NOW WE JUST LOST OUR LAST COUSIN

Rolled 5, 1, 3, 3, 2, 2, 6, 4, 5 + 1 = 32 (9d6 + 1)

>>3522781
I feel numb

Rolled 3, 6, 5, 1, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4 + 1 = 35 (9d6 + 1)

>>3522781

Rolled 1, 6, 5, 1, 3, 2, 2, 3, 5 + 1 = 29 (9d6 + 1)

>>3522781

Rolling

Rolled 2, 6, 1, 2, 3, 2, 6, 4, 6 + 1 = 33 (9d6 + 1)

>>3522781

>>3522785
22
>>3522787
17
>>3522789
20

>>3522787
Wesley deserved better. We let him fight with us, and yet we chose Lucas over him when it was pretty obvious that one of them was going to die. I hope everyone who voted to save Lucas can live with themselves.

>>3522785
21
>>3522787
17
>>3522789
20

-1 again for Brynden's injury.

>>3522798
Fucking hell why is our side rolling so piss fucking poor against Langwards? Like the only one doing anything besides Brynden seems to be Oberyn and I wouldn't hold out hope the way the dice seem to be going.

>>3522797
Fucking agreed.
>>3522804
I'm pretty sure our opponents are statted as full PCs

What's the current count? We've lost the Chelsted knight, Longwaters, and Wesley, who is left standing on each side?

>>3522807
Obviously but I'd still expect a better showing from some of our dudes at the very least. But they just seem to job when they really shouldn't.

>>3522813
we also lost our brother in law

>>3522813
I think it is just down to Hightower and Langward vs Brynden and Oberyn?

>>3522797
I can live with myself pretty easily.

>>3522804
Wesley killed the Drinkwater knight, and Oberyn is obviously wrecking face. But against PC level enemies, what can you do. Also...FUCK THAT FAGGOT HIGHTOWER. VENGEANCE FOR DAITH. VENGEANCE FOR LUCERYS. VENGEANCE FOR WESLEY!!

Fuck me. I shut down an entire drilling rig just see us abandon our cousin? I am fucking livid.

>>3522815
Oberyn should have gotten the one hit backstab on that Yronwood knight freeing him up to help Wesley. Also I wonder if he's using poison on his blades in this fight.

>>3522837
WE SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT WESLEY ALONE. YES I AM MAD AND WOULD RATHER HAVE SACRIFICED LUCAS

>>3522847
>>3522820

Honestly I'm just shocked we were fucking around fighting the Lantell when Oberyn clearly both wanted to handle him himself and was capable of doing so. We should never have left Wesley/Lucas's side in the first place.

>>3522849
Dad did not give us a choice sadly.

>>3522847
When we have a son, we name him Wesley. Plain and simple. No arguments. We do everything in our power to help the Hayfords. If his unborn child is a girl, we offer him on of our future sons, who will take the hayford name. Jesus Christ on a fucking matchstick.

>>3522854
If we even survive this. The way it's been going though I wouldn't be shocked if Oberyn died fighting the Hightower and we get shanked in the back.

Man we need to get sooooo much from this dude. I want his land and that title. He has to look guilty as fuck losing a trail bu 7

>>3522857
Can Oberyn even die? Can we alter canon?

>>3522857
Yeah I've got a bad feeling we'll kill Langward, but Hightower is going to be a fucking monster.

Don't think I didnt notice that retcon Dad, changing Cardyn Lannet to Cardyn Lantell. Titus Reynold would be ashamed...

>>3522875
Canon is already altered with Wesley dead. There will be no baby Hayford in 15 years for the Lannisters to marry a cousin to. Unless Winston gets another kid.

>>3522887
Wesley has a baby on the way with Lady Brune. So I mean I guess it's possible he the child becomes a parent at the age of 14.

Fuck you dad
Fuck you so much
I'm gone ONE evening and you kill off Wesley

I want to strangle every single Hightower, Langward and Langly alive. And the queen.

Lord Linden Langward’s Attack I
DC: 9
Rolls: 11, 13, 16
>Success, Two Degrees
>Damage: 7*2=14-10 AR= 4 Damage-4 Injury=0 Damage
Result: Lord Brynden Malroy takes an injury (2/4)

Lord Brynden Malroy’s Attack I
DC: 11
Rolls: 21,17,20
>Success, Three Degrees
>Damage: 4+2 Charge+1 Two-Handed Bastard Sword=7*3=21-10AR = 11 Damage-3 Injury-3 Injury -3 Injury= 2 Damage
>Lord Linden Langward’s Health: 9-2=7 Health
Result: Lord Linden Langward takes three Injuries (3/3)

The crowd had fallen into silence, the Trial had gone from bloodsport to a brutal affair, with dishonorable deaths, mutilation, and the bloody curses and damning of those left in anguish and pain. The silence is deafening but your warcry for revenge in honor of your fallen family stirs them, they crescendo as you ride down the Lord Langward and break into screams as the two of you meet.

He still had the reach, his lance left untouched and you knew without a shield you were likely to take the full force of it. Lord Linden Langward had been a formidable tourney Knight once, a man capable of unhorsing even a Malroy, or so told your uncle. But not this Malroy. His lance strike true into your shoulder, and you grunt and grit your teeth as he pushes through, the tip of the lance pierces your skin through your armour, a clean hole punched into it, though the pain is of little concern. Your legs hold onto Goldsong for dear life and the courser continues his momentum, that far exceeded the poorly trained and bred horse of your enemy. You swing your sword as best you can and make good on your revenge, the arch of your swing catch him in the leg and slicing from ankle, to knee, and outside the back of his thigh, through muscle, bone, stirrups, saddle and into the horse’s side as you come away. Part of the lance sticks in you the rest having broken away, your sword arm feels numb, and you attempt to shake it away to little effect. Ripping the piece out you gasp in pain but throw it to the side as you turn on Goldsong and gain measure of Langward.

The man is half bent over, gripping his bloody leg, the thing hung loose from your body, a clear chunk having been ripped away when the horse panicked in pain. His lance is now upon the ground and his shield is discarded as well to better hold together the ruin of his leg. A slop of gore drops from it, causing the crowd to gasp and groan in response, and the horse continues to pace wildly and without control as he attempts to hold his leg together, a poor effort in the end. You watch as he attempts to gain sight of you again, trying poorly to control his horse with a single leg as he rips the Valyrian steel blade of his family from its scabbard and points it to you with his free hand.

Further away Ser Gerion Hightower and Prince Oberyn Martell continue their duel. The Prince is an equal match, perhaps even beyond the Hightower, his spear dancing across the heavily armoured knight’s body and placing nicks and cuts wherever he could find fleshy purchase and soft joints. Gerion in his rage lashes out, only to slammed in the head by Oberyn’s buckler and causing him to reel back, giving the Prince a chance to plant himself and not a moment later the spear into Hightower’s upper thigh, slicing upwards and out of his groin. You feel the man’s pain even yourself, and wince away from the sight as the crowd makes known their disgust.

Linden for his part has somewhat put together a counter attack, from the corner of your eye you see him regaining control of his horse, albeit for the moment, and beginning to haphazardly charge at you, one hand in the air with both rein and sword, the other holding his ruined leg. You dig into Goldsong, not as hard, and beginning into a canter that quickly turns to a gallop. You hear the man’s curious, his raving madness as you approach but it is drowned out by your horse, by your own mind’s singular focus. Revenge. Your sword positions itself, legs holding tightly and you brace for a final blow.

Please roll 9D6+1 [4D(Fighting)+1D (Animal Cohort)-1D(Charge)+2B (Long Blades)+3B(War-Trained Mount)+1(Superior Bastard Sword] for Fighting (Long Blades)

I'm sorry.

>>3522889
Well Wesley wasn't gonna survive the WotFK anyway since Esmesande is the last of the Hayfords

Rolled 1, 4, 2, 6, 3, 5, 5, 2, 6 + 1 = 35 (9d6 + 1)

HAYFORD!!!!!!

Rolled 3, 5, 6, 2, 5, 5, 2, 1, 3 + 1 = 33 (9d6 + 1)

>>3522900

Rolled 2, 6, 3, 6, 3, 6, 4, 2, 6 + 1 = 39 (9d6 + 1)

>>3522900

Rolling

>>3522900
I forgot how to roll, hope this works

Rolled 2, 1, 4, 1, 1, 3, 3, 3, 4 + 1 = 23 (9d6 + 1)

>>3522900
Damn you

Rolled 4, 5, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 4, 1 + 1 = 42 (9d6 + 1)

>>3522900

FUCK YOU LANGSHIT THAT SWORD IS OURS.

Rolled 5, 5, 4, 6, 2, 1, 4, 3, 2 - 1 = 31 (9d6 - 1)

>>3522900

>>3522908
ALL OF IT IS OURS. HIS LAND. HIS CHILDREN. HIS TITLE. HIS SWORD. HIS LIFE!!!!

I also think it's a shame we didn't kill Langly. He would have done the same to us.

We better take everything Langward has, and if Langly gets his shit we make them a vassal house however we can.

>>3522902
21
>>3522904
20
>>3522905
23 (maximum possible hit)


Did we take off his head Dad?

>>3522902
21
>>3522904
20
>>3522905
23

-2 for Injuries that Brynden has taken. Writing.

>see ASOIAF quest on akun (it is on its 2nd chapter)
>open it
>read character sheet
>16 years old, 500 normal xp and 150 specialty xp spent
>6 attributes and 2 DP
>negative outcomes on house history rolls just made into good ones so the house is super strong

Dad has spoiled me with difficult quests, I didn't even read that one. How overpowered can you be?

>>3522915
We could have hit 25, no?

Yoooooooo

As mad as I am I have to admit that I'm still as attached to the characters as I was a year and a half ago. This is a god damn heart wrencher of a return thread dad. Holy fuck.

>>3522919
23 is max with our injuries, if not for said injuries? It'd have been a 25.
And yeah I took one look at that quest and went, nope, not for me.

KILLKILLKILL

>>3522924
Ah, for some reason I missed a 6 and counted 6, 6, 6, 4 so I thought you hadn't subtracted the -2 for injuries yet

>>3522921
I think it stands to show how invested we are to characters that Father has made that we get this angry and rage so much even after a long break. Even if we wish to have saved some.

But imagine if we didn't have the Viper with us how bad we'd be fucked right now.

>>3522919
Yeah it's a real wank.

>>3522932
>But imagine if we didn't have the Viper with us how bad we'd be fucked right now.
Yes, I admit my "neigh" vote on that was dumb and I am glad y'all aren't as dumb.

>>3522936
I pointed it out in chat and they didn't even accept my criticisms. They thought it wasn't a ridiculous character build, even for a 16-year-old.
Also apparently at the end of chapter 1 the MC got a blowjob from Cersei.

>>3522781
Is our Knights really that bad? Are you not rolling it that way? or are they destined to die?

>>3522940
I really didn't want to bring Wesley into it but there was no hope of that. But now it is the end with all but that langlky fuckstick dead on their side.

>>3522940
It must have been set in the show universe. With that in mind those stats are on the modest side.

>>3522940
>Also apparently at the end of chapter 1 the MC got a blowjob from Cersei.

Depending on the circumstances, that's the most believable thing.

>>3522940
Honestly I'm only in there to shit post. Our house name is whitefyre for christ sake

>>3522936
How good are the recent asoiaf quests that have been popping up here?

>>3522946
The Reynold quest one seems okay but I haven't been in the threads after like the first one after house creation.

>>3522878
>spoiler

Not going to lie, I think I did that by accident, but it works out so well now I'm not mad at it. I know we're 4 years ahead of Reynold, but I hope Titus is still alive to see his family die. I'll DM Joe at some point and we'll figure out who Cardyn was to Titus.

Anyway still writing, just had to catch up on comments real quick. I can't say I'm shocked at the anger, but god damn.

>>3522946
Reynold is good

>>3522946
Meh

>>3522942
Honestly there was never any chance of keeping Wesley out: It would have been unacceptably OOC.

>>3522919
>see ASOIAF quest on akun
Where?