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Dramatis Personae:
>Ser Mervyn Reynold, 25, Our MC.
Ser Mervyn grew up the son of a bastard hedge knight who did not know his father and a blacksmiths daughter. After his mother passed at the age of 5, his father began travelling the westerlands to sell his sword to anyone who would hire him. Eventually, the man passed away to a pox when Mervyn was 17, but not before knighting his son. He than took his fathers horse and mule and travelled in the same way. Eventually, he heard of a tourney for a young maiden’s hand, he attended and won handily over many much nobler knights. He now serves the Lady of the House, Elleanor Reynold as her sworn shield.

>Alyssa Reynold, 17, Mervyn’s Wife
Alyssa is a pretty young girl who is currently 6 and a half months pregnant. She is driven and tenacious, if not impatient, and she has been reared to be a player in the game by her mother. While not considered beautiful as her elder sister might be, her red curls and sea green eyes certainly make her comely. She is gifted at weaving through the art of noble intrigue and has a knack for remembering heraldry and house history.

>Lord Titus Reynold, 46
Lord Titus was born Titus Lantell of Lannisport, and grew up to be a knight who swore his sword to the Lannisters. During the Reyne/Tarbeck Rebellion, he was commanded by Tywin Lannister to march with 300 men to confine the Lady Elleanor, then a maiden of 16 years, and prevent House Reynold from aiding the Reynes and Tarbecks in rebellion as a favour to her father, the late Lord Marqus. A relatively oafish man who cares not for the workings of his house, he is not without a degree of cunning and ultimately seeks to usurp his wife as the true head of the house.

>Lady Elleanor Reynold, 36
Lady Elleanor is a woman who remembers. Once betrothed to Ser Reynard Reyne, she endured losing both her father and betrothed in the span of a year at the age of 16, and was subsequently married off to a lowly knight of Lannisport. She endured the dishonour, even providing 6 children to her husband, all in the memory of her father and Reynard. She is the true power in Ember Peak, and seeks to retain control of her house by any means necessary.

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You found yourself sitting at a small table in what served as Maester Aethan’s tower. In reality, it wasn’t so much of a tower as it was a carved stone stair case that lead upwards for nearly three stories, with carved alcoves set for the placement of small candles into the roughly hewn rock, before coming to a series of rooms that served as the rookery, library, hospital and classroom, as well as the maesters personal quarters. You’d always been comfortable here as the windows carved into the rock of the rookery allowed for natural light to flood into the room. So while ascending the staircase was often enough to make your stomach shrivel and your breath grow short, you were rewarded with a gorgeous view of the surrounding mountains as the rolled and spring overtook them. But you hear your wife cough as she gets your attention back to the lesson at hand with an arched eyebrow and pursed lips. She had taken to teaching you personally, about histories, language, and every other topic under the sun after she had decided it wouldn’t not be fitting for her husband and a man grown to be taught alongside the children, pages and squires of Ember Peak.

“So again husband, what is the full name and title of our king?”

“King Aerys the Thi…Second of his name. King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.” You had caught your mistake before you had finished which earned you a small smile from your wife before she continued on.

“And tell me Merv, who is the crown prince?”

This time you have to take a minute longer before you answer as you probe into your mind and previous lessons.

“The crown prince is named…uuuuuh…Prince Vhaegar?”

As soon as the words came out of your mouth your saw Allysa’s expression change and you knew the answer was wrong. The look she gave you was one of mild annoyance and slight surprise.

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“Mervyn how can you not know the name of the royal family? I will admit the extended line of the Targaryens can be confusing, but the crown prince? His name is Prince Rhaegar, not Vhaegar. The tournament at Harrenhal is fast approaching husband, and you cannot be attending such an important and prestigious event if don’t know the princes name. The royal family is going to be in attendance Mervyn.”

You stifle a yawn and crack a smile at her which she responds to by smacking your hand with the small rod Maester Aethan used during his classes and you pretend to pull back in annoyance and pain before giving her your attention again.

“Perhaps you can tell me what the words of House Targaryen are?”

“Blood and Fire.”

You say the words with a stone faced seriousness, and she swats at your hand again bringing only a laugh to your lips but you notice that she wasn’t quick to join you in your mirth. The last few months had been hard on her, and the lack of sleep from tending to Marqus along with the added stress of you having been held prisoner, not to mention the tension between her parents had taken it’s toll on your young wife. Even with Cerenna tending to her, her hair seemed out of place and unkempt. Dark circles were present under her eyes and she just looked tired as she stared at you.

“Merv…when are we going to leave this place? You have been so busy training your men, and…and I’ve been taking care of Marqus. I hardly feel like we get to see each other at all. I know mother wishes for you to attend her when she goes to Silverhill for Elyse’s wedding, but I was thinking…perhaps you and I could go to Goldengrove instead? Just to get away from it all for a while?

Can I get 3d6 for persuasion please?

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

>>3784050

Rolled 5, 6, 1 = 12 (3d6)

>>3784050

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

>>3784050

>>3784062
You silvered tongued devil you.

Writing.

PS. I forgot the date on the post. It is currently 11/08/281

--- Mervyn’s Persuasion Test ---
Rolled: 12 vs DC: 12
Result: One degree of Success

You give your wife a half smile and reach out to grab her hand, giving it an affectionate squeeze. Perhaps a trip to the reach would do her good, as well as yourself. You had done little else but train and manage the stocking of the armoury since you had earned your promotion nearly three weeks ago. Weapons were starting to come up the gold road and you were carefully tallying up and counting every spear, sword and coat of mail that came through Ember Peaks gates. Meanwhile the tending of an infant was time consuming work, even with the help of a hand maiden and a wet nurse.

“Soon Ally, soon. I need to talk to your mother before I can promise anything more, but whether it is before the tournament or after, I promise you that you’ll see Goldengrove soon.”

She looks at you with a sad, almost desperate eye and squeezes your hand in return as you continue.

“Me, you and Marqus. Cerenna will come along as well, as will the wetnurse. I’ll bring a man or two and we will make a time of it Ally I promise. Spring is just about here in force, and soon enough you’ll be up to your arms in dirt in the gardens of the Reach.”

The two of you sat across from one another, and let a peaceful silence fall over the chambers as you held one anothers hand, before a servant opened the door and interrupted the moment.

“Ah, beg yer pardons Ser. I been sent to find you Ser. I was told to tell you that your new captains arrived, and is currently in the courtyard awaiting you.”

You look from the servant to Allysa who only rolls her eyes and tells you to go do your duty, and you leave her with a chaste kiss on the cheek and sneak ahead of the servants as you rush down the dark stairs to come out again into the better lit hall three flights of stairs down.

You walk out of the wide oaken doors to the courtyard that was carved directly into the mountain itself and you are soon greeted by a man you had not seen in years and the two of you embrace with a clasp of wrists and the clapping of backs.

“Sandor Hill as I live and breathe.”

“Ser Mervyn…Reynold is it now? I guess we can’t call us the Two Hills anymore hey?”

You laugh as the two of you reminisce about your time serving the Leffords of the Golden Tooth, and soon get to business of his responsibilities and duties, as he oversees the couple of trappers and mountain men that were training in the courtyard.

“Aye well, the mountains ‘round here aren’t as rough as the Silver Fang but I’ll make men of them yet. I ain’t going to be training ‘em in here though.” He says this as he looks up across the rocky walls of the courtyard before continuing on.

“I’ll take the lads out into the mountains. Hunt, fish, fight. Do what men do in the hills.”

“I expect there’ll be plenty of fighting. Respect for the law isn’t particularly strong around these parts Sandor. Not to mention there are likely going to be bandits and trouble makers to our south. Loyalists to a different house whose land House Reynold just inherited.”

The small rangy man that stood across from you scratched at his patchy short beard and gave you a wry smile.

“Aye Merv, should be just like old times hey? Hunting poachers in the mountains. HA.” His laugh sounds like the bark of a dog and you summon a servant to show him to his quarters which he shakes off.

“No need Merv. I’ll make myself a cabin somewhere up in the hills. No scout should live behind a castle walls.”

And with that he was off, gathering up the few scouts he could find and rounding them up, yelling and berating them before escorting them out of the castle gate. It was then that you looked over the courtyard yourself and you found Tygon standing on the ramparts of the wall, watching over the men who were training. You climbed the stairs and found a desk had been set up, along with a small pile of books and a map that littered the table and he hails you.

“Ser Mervyn. It is good to see you. The men are looking to be in good shape Ser Master at Arms. And with their new equipment morale seems to be higher than one would expect so soon after our defeat.”

The blond heir to Ember Peak doesn’t look you in the eye as he says this, instead looking back to the table and as the two of you walk over, you see the entire stack of books are concerned with the art of war, and command, and the map is one of the Auric Hills to your south.

“Ser Mervyn, I’ll be blunt with you. I have informed my mother that I shall not be attending Elyse’s wedding, so as to help rout out the trouble makers and ne’er-do-wells that likely reside there. I…I am not so foolish as to be unaware of how crucial you and your cavalry were to mitigating the damage done when my plan collapsed and I…uh…I was wondering if I could ask you to accompany me and help put down these rebels together. With a fighter as fierce as you by my side, I imagine that I’ll be able to crush any resistance there and Ser, I know if you hadn’t been there that day I very may well be dead, along with Tyrus and my father, and I would be lying if I said I would be nervous to enter battle again without you by my side. So what do you say Ser? I’ll speak to my mother on your behalf if you’d like. I know she wished to have you accompany her to Silverhill, but I think your talents will be wasted on a tourney when there is real conflict to be had…

---What will Mervyn do next? ---

>Attend Lady Eleanor to Elyse Reynold’s wedding in Silverhill (Tourney stuff, Dealing with Elle and Gordon Serrett etc)
>Aid Tygon Reynold in restoring order to the Eastern Auric Hills (War, dealing with Mervyn’s conflict of where he came from (smallfolk) vs where he’s going (nobility) etc)
>Take a trip down the Lesser Mander to Goldengrove with Allysa (Noble pastimes, exploration of Mervyn’s character outside of being a killing machine, and some mystery fun etc)

>>3784189
>Aid Tygon Reynold in restoring order to the Eastern Auric Hills (War, dealing with Mervyn’s conflict of where he came from (smallfolk) vs where he’s going (nobility) etc)

>>3784189
>Aid Tygon Reynold in restoring order to the Eastern Auric Hills (War, dealing with Mervyn’s conflict of where he came from (smallfolk) vs where he’s going (nobility) etc)


Because in all honesty I DOUBT Elanor will let us go until her lands are pacified.

>>3784189
>Attend Lady Eleanor to Elyse Reynold’s wedding in Silverhill (Tourney stuff, Dealing with Elle and Gordon Serrett etc)

>Give that boy strong reassuring. His plan wasnt shite it just... (to be honest I myself still dont know how we loose it WTF! QM FIAT AND RAILROADING REEEEE!!!!! Just joking). He has good head on those shoulder he should keep using it and stop doubting himself.

>>3784189
>>Aid Tygon Reynold in restoring order to the Eastern Auric Hills (War, dealing with Mervyn’s conflict of where he came from (smallfolk) vs where he’s going (nobility) etc)

Maybe later have him help us with taking the wife to Goldengrove.

>>3784189
>>Aid Tygon Reynold in restoring order to the Eastern Auric Hills (War, dealing with Mervyn’s conflict of where he came from (smallfolk) vs where he’s going (nobility) etc)

Helping Tygon it is. Internal class conflict inbound!

Writing

>>3784189
>Aid Tygon Reynold in restoring order to the Eastern Auric Hills (War, dealing with Mervyn’s conflict of where he came from (smallfolk) vs where he’s going (nobility) etc)

I'd rather go to the Reach, but it's time to earn that vacation.

>>3784189
>>Aid Tygon Reynold in restoring order to the Eastern Auric Hills (War, dealing with Mervyn’s conflict of where he came from (smallfolk) vs where he’s going (nobility) etc

Young having lost his confidence Tygon is such a stark difference to the confident man in Steadhold he'll be in a few years.

You put out your hand to the young lordling and he clasps it firmly and thanks you as he stands.

“I plan on leaving on within the week Ser. I will speak to my mother, and we will likely escort her and Elyse to Headwaters before we head south. I plan on setting up headquarters in a small village near the eastern border and from there we can ascertain whether or not there is a problem with their loyalties.”

You agree to accompany him and thank him speaking to Elleanor on your behalf, before descending down the stairs, but not before offering him some honest words.

“For what it’s worth Tygon, your plan was sound. But a plan is only as good as the men who have to follow it, and our men were…are…not all the best trained solders I’ve seen in my life. Allysa says your in the library everyday studying, and that Andrea often goes to bed alone, and finds her bed empty in the morning as well. I’ll gladly follow you into battle Tygon, and am honoured to do so again.”

He looks up at you with a weak smile and a nod of the head, before looking again to the map and taking up a quill, marking the parchment map with black ink in a few key locations for whatever plan he was hatching in his head and you take your leave to berate and train your men into the ground until the sun hung low in the sky and the clamour of steel on steel faded into quiet.

--- 13/08/281 ---

The makeshift docks that served as the mooring for vessels pulling into Headwaters was bustling with people and you had seen that Lady Elleanor and Elyse had boarded the boat she had hired to take them, along with Ser Devan Drake and a small accompaniment of men to serve as her champions during her wedding celebrations, as well as to guard them on their short journey down the Lesser Mander. Ser Devan had been Elleanors second choice to accompany them, but he was intensely loyal to her. Elleanor had given you a look that spoke of irritation, but she had given you her blessing to assist Tygon in pacifying her newly acquired territory. Crime was a constant present in most of Westeros, and the lands surrounding Ember Peak were no different, but in the wake of the conflict it seemed that there was a surge of crimes and banditry the further south you went into Reynold lands.

Tygon had bid good bye to his mother, and embraced his youngest sister warmly in a tight hug and promised that he would visit her soon, and you soon watched the barge set off down the meandering river at a slow but steady pace, and you soon made to leave yourself, riding alongside Tygon at the head of a considerable force of men…

--- What 2 units did Mervyn and Tygon bring with them? ---
>The Reynold 1st Infantry – Ser Addison Plumm (Trained Infantry)
>The Eagles Eyes – Sandor Hill (Trained Scouts)
>The Loyal Reins – Ser Mervyn Reynold (Elite Cavalry)
>The Blackfeathers – Black Feather Fred (Green Archers)

>>3784283
This could be a good opportunity to train some of your less experienced units, but on the other hand, putting down any rebels, bandits or smugglers quickly and ruthlessly will likely help rebuild law faster.

>>3784283
>The Eagles Eyes – Sandor Hill (Trained Scouts)
>The Loyal Reins – Ser Mervyn Reynold (Elite Cavalry)

>>3784283
>“For what it’s worth Tygon, your plan was sound...
Senpai noticed me :3

>>3784283
>The Reynold 1st Infantry – Ser Addison Plumm (Trained Infantry)
>The Eagles Eyes – Sandor Hill (Trained Scouts)
>The Blackfeathers – Black Feather Fred (Green Archers)

>>3784283
>>The Blackfeathers – Black Feather Fred (Green Archers)
>The Eagles Eyes – Sandor Hill (Trained Scouts)

>>3784293
I didn't delete that
>The Eagles Eyes – Sandor Hill (Trained Scouts)
so only
>The Reynold 1st Infantry – Ser Addison Plumm (Trained Infantry)
>The Blackfeathers – Black Feather Fred (Green Archers)

>>3784283
>>The Eagles Eyes – Sandor Hill (Trained Scouts)
>>The Loyal Reins – Ser Mervyn Reynold (Elite Cavalry)

>>3784283
>>The Eagles Eyes – Sandor Hill (Trained Scouts)
>>The Loyal Reins – Ser Mervyn Reynold (Elite Cavalry)

>>3784289
>>3784295
>>3784297
>>3784303

The Eagles Eyes - 5
The Reynold 1st - 1
The Blackfeathers - 1
The Loyal Reins - 3

Well, looks like Sandor is going to get to prove his worth, and seven save the poor fools who don't flee before the Loyal Reins.

Tygon and yourself rode at the head of the Loyal Reins, armed to the teeth as they were with new lances and mounted on their Webber steeds. The cavalry company was beginning to look more and more professional as your tenure as their captain continued, meanwhile the scouts walked behind the cavalry, holding the bows they had been given upon their signing of their contracts as scouts in the Reynold army. Many of them had been poor trappers or huntsman and had never seen a bow so well made, and were taking the utmost care to protect their new weapons. Sandor Hill rode upon a garron alongside yourself as Tygon began to explain his plan.

“Sandor, Ser Mervyn tells me you’re an experienced mountain man, that you grew up on the Silver Fang? That’s a rough and dangerous mountain I hear and I aim to put your skills to good use. When we reach this village I would like you to explore these hills. The maps I have consulted point to two ideal hideouts for bandits. There is a network of caves nearest the eastern borders, as well as an abandoned town near a mine that went dry nearly 30 years ago three days to the south of the caves. I would like for you to take your men Sandor and determine whether or not there are any men holing up there. Ser Mervyn and I will speak to the people of the village and the surrounding countryside and see what we can find out from them.

Sandor Hill simply nods his head in agreement, and his answer was a simple “Yes m’lord” and by nightfall he and his scouts had disappeared into the hills. As the Loyal Reins made camp, you found yourself missing Tyrus’ presence as you stripped out of your armour and set up your own tent. Your squire had taken to Silverhill with his mother to compete in the squires melee being held there, and in truth, he had been distant from you as of late. He had preferred the company of his siblings, and other members of your cavalry. You found it likely the boy had grown sullen after you’d shown him the truth of what war truly was, and he was likely in denial of it, therefore avoiding you as you were a constant reminder of the crimes of war he had been apart of. But you manage to get your tent set up nonetheless, and play a game of dice with Ser Cardyn and Ser Austin before eventually retreating to your bed roll and closing your eyes to the sound of the low laughter of your men.

--- 15/08/281 ---

You had ridden into the small square that made up the cross roads of the village in the mid morning of the second day of riding, which consisted of perhaps 200 people and maybe 40 huts, a small wooden sept and a smithy. Tygon had introduced himself to the village elder, and after his golden smile had done it’s work and he explained that he was simply touring the territory, they had soon made their way to the elders home to discuss the villages issues in private, and had left you to set up your camps on the outskirts of the village and as your men set to the tasks, you find yourself reminded of a time when you had travelled with your father from village to village just like this and you decided to get the lay of the land. Tygon may be talking to the village elder, but sometimes it was the smallest of small folk that would know if there was crime going on in the area as they would be the most likely to be affected. As a result, you decided to head to…

--- Where does Mervyn head to? ---

>The smithy
>The fields surrounding the village
>The sept

--- How does Mervyn ask after the small folk? ---

>Like he was one of them (Charm)
>As people beneath him (Intimidate)

>>3784389
>>Like he was one of them (Charm)
>The sept

>>3784389
>The smithy

>As people beneath him (Intimidate)

Mervyn is important now

>>3784389
>The smithy
>As people beneath him (Intimidate)
We need to continue building up our reputation with that armour.
Also that smithy better not be supplying rebels.

Cloudflare down?

>>3784389
>The fields surrounding the village
>Like he was one of them (Charm)

>>3784407
Agreed.
I was going to go with fields and charm. But you make a good point.

Alright well I've got to rip to some other commitments, but I'll be back later tonight to continue the thread. Looking forward to seeing where this vote lands

>>3784412
Didn't mean to double post. Having some connection errors.

>>3784407
supporting

>>3784389
>>Like he was one of them (Charm)
>The sept

Testing to see if the issues are resolved. If this post goes through, I'll let the vote go over night until tomorrow morning when I get back to writing. I appreciate the patience guys.

>>3784389
>>The smithy
>>As people beneath him (Intimidate)

Man, I've been waiting for the next installment of Reynold quest

>>3784389
>>The sept
>>Like he was one of them (Charm)

>>3784389
>The smithy
>Like he was one of them (Charm)
These might be the people we rule over at one point, were we to get landed.

Like he was one of them (Charm) - 5
>>3784394
>>3784410
>>3784518
>>3784677
>>3784699


As people beneath him (Intimidate) - 5
>>3784401
>>3784407
>>3784411
>>3784459
>>3784623

>The smithy - 6
>The fields surrounding the village - 1
>The sept - 3

I'll give it 15 minutes to see if the tie gets broken, and if not, I'll roll a d6. Odds will be charm and evens will be intimidate.

>>Like he was one of them (Charm)
>The sept

>>3784927
A LOT of 1 post by this ID for this roll

>>3784939
i only count one

>>3784927
Like he was one of them (Charm) - 5

two now i guess
smithy

>>3784939
You ain't wrong. I'm hoping that it was mostly due to 4chan being buggy yesterday. But 8/11 votes beiing 1 post by this ID is alot.

>>3784939
Some people suck. What can you do?

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>>3784947
Anywhores, I'll get writing here. I guess Mervyn is going to bro it up with the smith.

>>3784947
>overnight vote gets people that were only there overnight
Sounds normal to me.

You decided to head to the smithy. The blacksmith was always a popular man in a village, and he’d likely know much of the rumours going around this part of the countryside. As you walk along the dirt road, you can see a few of the village children run from you shrieking half in terror, and you realize that wearing your full suit of intimidating black armour is not going to win you many friends here, so you stop by your horse to remove your helm and place it in one of your saddle bags. You had little worry about anyone being bold enough to steal it, and even if someone were foolish enough to try, your ornery old mule which your father had named “Mountain” would send them off with a bray and a bite on the arse.

As you make your way down what served as their main street, you could smell the scent of fire and iron, of coke and coal and you could hear the clanging of metal on metal as you rounded a corner and pushed open a gate which caused a small bronze bell to jingle pleasantly and you see a surprisingly small man look up from his anvil. He didn’t look like a smith, having a small chest and skinny arms, but he tossed his hammer with relative ease and looks at home amidst the sweltering forge as he wipes his brow and hails you.

“Seven blessings ‘pon you m’lord. How c’n I help you this fine day?”

You smile and look to him with a small chuckle and slipped back into your old ways of speaking. They occasionally slipped out during regular conversation but Allysa did her best to get you to speak proper common. Here however, it would likely do you good to help fit in to speak as the small folk did.

“Ain’t no lords here, smith. I’m only a knight, so Ser’ll do me fine. I rode here today with Lord Tygon Reynold, the heir to Ember Peak. He’s here to speak to his smallfolk, to hear about their problems or anything they might need from their lord. And I figured I’d peruse your wares while I was here.”

You turn away from the smith to browse some of his wares, picking up an axe head and inspecting it’s edge before turning your attention to a bucket of nails and a few horse shoes he has laying on his table. His work seemed up to par for a village smith, but it wasn’t exceptional.

“Tell me smith…has there been any cause for trouble in the hills recently? I know that this was Serrett land not 2 months ago, and more than a few men lost their lives during the Battle of the Auric Hills. Rumours have reached Ember Peak that there is some discontent out this way. Smugglers for sure, seeking to evade the new tolls. Possibly bandits, Serrett men to the bone most likely?”

Can I get 3d6 for Persuasion (Charm) please

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

>>3785007

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

>>3785007

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

>>3785005

>>3785013
kek

Alright can I also get 4d6 for awareness please?

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

>>3785020

Rolled 6, 1, 4, 6 = 17 (4d6)

>>3785020

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

>>3785020

--- Ser Mervyn’s Persuasion (Charm) Test ---
Rolled: 12 vs DC: 9, 12, 15
Result: 1 Degree of Success, One Degree of Success, Failed

The smith shakes his head and pulls out a small cloth from his belt and wipes his brow properly and then cleans his hands as best as he was able to, before calling out for water and a small boy runs out from a separate room bringing a jug and a small clay cup and the smith pours himself a glass and takes a long pull before looking over to you.

“Ain’t my place to go stirring up trouble Ser, and I really ain’t tryin’ to get me and mine caught up in whatever mess is goin’ on here.”

“So there is a “mess” out this way?”

The smiths silence tells you that you were on to something and you extend out a hand and introduce yourself to the man properly, and he clasps your own hand and you find his grip is like iron.

“My name is Ser Mervyn Reynold. I’m the master at arms of Reynold Peak, as well as the captain of their cavalry. And I can tell you this smith, that Tygon is not a petty lord. He’s a man who wants the best for his people, and he wants to see peace and plenty return to his lands. This much I can promise you, that loyalty to him will be rewarded.”

--- Ser Mervyn’s Awareness Test ---
Rolled: 17 vs DC: 12, 15, 18
Result: Two degree of success, One degree of Success, Failed

You see the smith look to his feet for an awkward moment, and he wrings his hands behind his back. The man is clearly uncomfortable and is clearly nervous about something and he eventually looks up to stare into your eyes.

“Names Smit meself, and like I said Ser. I don’t want no trouble for me ‘n’ mine. I gots 3 boys and a girl t’look after and my wifes got another one on the way. I couldn’t give a rats hairy arse who m’lord is, only that I got iron to work, bread to eat and a bed to sleep in. I dunno much Ser, but I do know that there been some men travelling the roads by night, and there been more’n a few men who lost fathers, brothers and sons in that there battle. Most of ‘em are farmers out in the fields, and s’far as I know they ain’t run off but you could say that some people ain’t happy.”

You thank the man for his time and information and turn to leave the shop, and as you do so, you notice an unusual number of bags under one of the tables that line the wall and you cross the room and kneel to open one and reveal that all of the bags are full of nails. A curious thing, and you stand holding one of the nails and give the man a curious eye. Smit’s eyes go wide and he wipes down his hands again on his apron and smiles sheepishly.

“Ah. Right m’lord uh…I been teachin’ me eldest the basics ‘o’ the anvil and hammer. I ‘ad ‘im forgin’ nails from dawn till dusk for nearly a fortnight. An’ everyone needs nails there Ser.”

Your eyes narrow at the man, but you leave him be for now and bid him a good day as you finally take your leave of his shop and find yourself with a large part of the afternoon left, enough to do some more investigating on your own, or perhaps you should meet up with Tygon and see what this elder had to say…

--- Where to now? ---

>The fields surrounding the village
>The sept
>The elders house where Tygon was

>>3785092
>>The sept

>>3785092
>The fields surrounding the village

>>3785092
>>The sept

Alright we're off to visit the sept. Writing

fucker's gonna try to stop the loyal reins with a carpet of nails

Instead you find yourself walking amongst the homes of the small folk. Daub and wattle homes with thatch rooves, all connected by dirt paths and ruts cut into the grass from a thousand steps that beat down the ever growing grass now that winter was receding. For the most part you are alone, although you occasionally see a woman tending to some chores or a few children running amongst the houses playing as only children can. You smile as you hear them shriek and laugh running up and down the lanes chasing one another playing tag. Eventually you come to a seven sided building made of what looked like fresh lumber, although in place of a door you find only a flap made of a thin woolen blankets and you duck inside the sept as curiosity piques your interest.

Upon entering, you are greeted by a dirt floor and an empty seven sided room. There were no pews, no altar. Only crude carvings of each of the gods into their respective walls along with small alcoves set into the wood for the burning of small candles, although you saw few candles lit as you found only two people in the sept at this time, a woman who was silently weeping praying before the Mother, and an elderly man who knelt before the crude bearded carving of the Father. You yourself turn to your right and see a small table with a cup that has a few coppers in it, next to a pile of small candles and reach into your purse and throw a piece of silver into the cup and take two candles and first make your way over to the unattended carving of the warrior after lighting your first candle with one lit on the table, and kneel in the dirt after setting your candle in the alcove to say a quick prayer to the warrior to guide your arm and shield. You didn’t know any actual prayers anymore, you’d forgotten them by the time you were twelve years old, but the way you figured it was the Warrior didn’t have a need for proper scripture or hymns, only a warriors voice and as you began to give up your silent prayers you looked up to the effigy. The carving was rough hewn, in a roughly humanoid shape who was armed with what looked like either a sword or maybe a spear, and a round design on his other side must have been a shield. Once you had finished the prayers for yourself, you also asked him to help guide Tygons as well. He was a good man you often thought to yourself, guilty only of having an incompetent father and an overprotective mother and though he may not be a great fighter, he could perhaps one day be a skilled general if he could overcome his lack of confidence.

You hear one of your other two attendees rise and make for the door, and as you turn you see only the woman praying before the mother and you make your way over to the mothers icon, a carving that depicted a kneeling shape holding a small bundle which you assumed was an infant child. You took your second candle and set it alight with the candle that the praying woman had already set there and the warm glow from the alcove spreads just a little bit further and shines just a little bit brighter as you join the woman kneeling before the Mother and her mercy. You prayed for your son, fierce little ball of fire that he was even at only a month old. The lungs on that boy were ridiculous and he was not afraid to shriek whenever he needed feeding. Your mind runs to your wife and you pray for her as well, for the mother to give her peace of mind and to help soothe her nerves as she struggled to cope with the stresses of motherhood. You make to stand, again having little knowledge of proper hymns and the woman rises to her feet as well and looks to you, and you can see her eyes are red from crying even in the low lighting of the sept.

“Not many men are seen praying to the mother Ser. Especially a warrior such as yerself. Might I ask who you be praying for?”

The woman looked to be middle aged and had the matronly form of a woman who had given birth more than a few times. You regard her for a neutral look before telling her that you prayed for your infant son and wife, and you see a single tear fall down her cheek which soon turns to open weeping as she throws herself at you in a desperate hug. You try to calm her down, telling her perhaps a septon might be the better sort of man to hear her prayers but she manages to blubber out that the travelling septon likely wouldn’t be back for another 4 months. She wails on about how she lost her eldest boy in the battle, and now her three youngest had disappeared in turn over the last few weeks, with the youngest one a boy of 13 who disappeared only last night. With spring well on it’s way there would be no help to start the crop and she obviously worried for the boys well being and safety as well…

--- Any specific questions for the mother? ---

If not, I'll just do a simple persuasion test.

>>3785311
>Might I ask who you be praying for?”
all the women and children i have murdered

>>3785350
How about not admiting that.

>>3785311

Just say. "For my wife and newborn son"

>>3785353
You did tell her that. Mentioning your child caused her to start crying seeing as shes worried for her own kids.

I'll let this go for a little while longer while I make something to eat here. Do you guys have any questions for this woman?

>>3785375
none thta i can think of. Except no telling her with a women and children murderer

>>3785311
just intimidate her into telling us if her sons have any places or people they usually cooped up in/with when they were in trouble

>>3785311
>Any specific questions for the mother?
Obviously we want to know where they've disappeared to and why. Who could convince three young lads to abandon their mother at such a time? And maybe start by having her tell us something about the boys more generally, what they're like and what we could say to make them return if we cross paths.

>>3785430
Oh and lets not start the conversation with intimidation when she's already talking freely.

Alright well >>3785430 has some good questions but I can put it to a vote if you guys want?

>Intimidate
>Charm

>>3785488
>Charm

Bit too late with the intimidate.

>>3785488
>Charm

>>3785488
>>Charm
unless we could turn our intimidate against the people who kidnapped her boys, tell her something like "the 7 have sent me to bring justice to these men. tell me where they are, that i will wipe them from the face of this fucking earth with the force of 1000 navy seal pastas"

Alright can I get 3d6 for charm please

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

>>3785537

Rolled 2, 6, 5 = 13 (3d6)

>>3785537

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

>>3785537

--- Ser Mervyn’s Persuasion (Charm) Test ---
Rolled 13 vs DC: 9, 12, 15
Result: One degree of Success, One Degree of Success, Failed

You awkwardly pat the woman on the back and she nearly falls to hear knees her grief is so overwhelming and you offer her what awkward comfort you can until she begins to calm down, although it takes some time filled with hysterical weeping in the meantime on the dirt floor of the sept, but eventually the well from which her tears came runs dry and she regathers her composure enough to speak with you properly.

“I-I’m sorry S-Ser. I’m only j-just a mother worried f-for her sons.”

“It’s alright now. I’m here to end these troubles that you have been having. I’ve come with the heir of your new lord to put to rest these troubles to an end. Perhaps you can tell me something about your boys? Where you think they might have gone or who might have convinced them to leave you? I promise we aren’t here to bring you and yours any harm.”

She looks up at you with wide eyes and you can see tears well freshly in them again but she manage to blink them back and find her feet once more, standing at her full height of perhaps 5 feet tall.

“W-well Ser. Me oldest boy, Tom, died in the battle. He was the smiths apprentice but went off to war when Ser Samwell called his banners against my wishes. It wasn’t soon after that the next oldest boy Jon went missing. I have a feelin’ that ‘is no good father snatched him up. Like as not got ‘im involved in that smuggling ring of ‘is.

She shakes her head as she explains that she had married the man who had claimed to be a trader, but nearly 10 years ago she had discovered the truth and kicked him out of her home, and soon after that the village.

“I dunno anything ‘bout where or what he smuggles, but I know he used to say he’d been plying his trade up ‘n’ down the river for years. And as for me youngest boys, Jack and Pete…”

She breaks down and falls into weeping again as she stammers out that she feared that they had taken up with some other men who had taken exception to Ser Samwells “murder” as they called it. Said they were going to take action to avenge their lords killer, and uphold his honour. Jack disappeared the night we heard that Ser Samwell had been found guilty of killing his own daughter and using the tragedy as an excuse to make war.

“Begging yer pardon m’lord but he said it was “a pig shit story that dint hold no water”. He said that Ser Samwell loved that girl more’n life itself and that whoever set him up had to pay. I’m worried for them Ser. My boys are just fools, but they’re good boys. They don’t mean no trouble. Perhaps if they just met you and your lord, and could see you aren’t what the rumours says you are they’d come home…”

“Ain’t for me to say m’lady what happens to your boys, but Tygon is a good and honest man. I’m sure that if we find your boys caught up in trouble, Tygon will give them a fair trial to explain themselves.”

The woman falls to her knees and grasps at your tabard, thanking you profusely and invoking the seven to bless you, to which you kindly thank her and gently pry her hands off of you and make your way out of the sept. The sun was beginning to dip in the sky and you squinted your eye as you looked into the western mountains that it sought to hide behind, the golden light glinting off of your black plate and giving the rubies on your breastplate an orange glow as you turned and went to camp as you awaited Tygon to discuss what the village elder had to say to him.

It wasn’t another hour before Tygon had summoned you, sending his squire, a boy from house Lydden to call on you to attend him in his pavilion. You followed the young boy and entered into the luxurious tent and see Tygon sitting at a table, pouring over his map and consulting with another piece of parchment that he had, and soon looks up to you and welcome you to sit which you accept and give the young Lordling a peculiar stare so intent he was on his maps.

“Uhm..my lord? You summoned me?”

“Ah yes. Yes I did. Tell me Ser, how did you fare exploring the village today?”

You go into some detail regarding your day, detailing the smith and his suspicious behaviour, along with the peculiar number of nails the smith was in possession of, before explaining your meeting with the woman at the sept and the likelihood that there was both a smuggling ring as well as a potential force of bandits in the area. Tygon strokes his fledgling moustache as he frowns and goes on to tell you of his visit with the elder.

“The elder spoke to me of discontent. The smuggling ring worries me Mervyn. That may be a large part of the root of why many of the young men form this village have disappeared. That and Ser Samwell’s death of course. The way he tells it, nearly 1 in 3 boys aged 13 – 18 have disappeared off into the hills. He couldn’t say whether they had left the territory completely however, or if they had done as he feared and were camping out in the hills in the hope of creating mischief. If that is the case Ser, I propose we wait until Sandor Hill arrives to make his report and we can plan from there. To be completely honest Ser, if these boys have gone off into the hills to create a bandit gang, I am rather torn about what we are to do with them. Have you any thoughts on the matter?”

--- Ser Mervyn’s thoughts? ---

>They were criminals, and the punishment would fit their crime, hanging
>They were just boys. The leaders would hang, but the boys would go free with

>>3785675
>They were criminals, and the punishment would fit their crime, hanging

>>3785675
>Let us see the state of them when their lord comes to meet them. If there are no serious crimes done, some hard labor will knock sense into their stupid teenage heads.

>>3785675
it depends on what they have done, foolishness is excusable… to a point. They've not hurt anyone... yet.

>>3785675
Let's reserve our judgement for now and see what happens when they're in front of their lord. We'll put them down hard if necessary.

>>3785675
>>They were just boys. The leaders would hang, but the boys would go free with

Alright looks like we're going to council Tygon to be patient and wait to decide what kind of trouble these boys have gotten themselves into.

I'm going to chalk this up to Mervyn remembering the fact that he himself has had his own experiences as a bandit and general nuisance to society and that sometimes boys do what they have to. Writing

Alright as I'm writing this I realize I'm going to need to doa few rolls for Sandor Hill. Can I get 5d6 for Survival (Track) first please.

Rolled 4, 3, 2, 5, 1 = 15 (5d6)

>>3785864

Rolled 2, 3, 3, 3, 2 = 13 (5d6)

>>3785864

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

>>3785864

Alright and I need 7d6 for Sandors sneak roll please and thank you

Rolled 3, 1, 2, 6, 1, 3, 6 = 22 (7d6)

>>3785960

Rolled 5, 4, 2, 4, 6, 2, 1 = 24 (7d6)

>>3785960

sneaky boi desu

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

>>3785960

Damn. Sandor "The hills have eyes" Hill coming up pretty big here. Alright writing.

“In all honesty Tygon, I think we need to have these boys in front of us before you decide their fate. If all they’ve done is hole up in the hills and pout and stew about their lot in life then perhaps they might be let go, or even put them to work in the mines for a few months of hard labour. If they’ve taken up arms against their lord well, we both know the punishment for that. But as for any who get caught up in the smuggling? Well I guess it depends again on what their smuggling. The woman didn’t actually say what her husband smuggled, or how exactly they’ve managed to do it.”

Tygon scowls, clearly unhappy at the idea of having to punish his new smallfolk so early into House Reynolds rule over them.

“I fear you are right Ser. Well, I suppose all we can do is wait until Sandor returns to us with more information…”

The two of you proceeded to dine together as Tygon’s squire and a few other camp followers and villagers brought in some plates of bread, butter and what looked like the best parts of a goat…

--- 16/08/281 ---

Sandor Hill and the Eagles Eyes had returned to camp at the crack of dawn and you and Tygon were woken up promptly to take in the mans report. You walked over to Tygon’s pavilion after having quickly dressed yourself, your feet crunching through the morning frost as it dusted over the grass and mud of the camp, and soon entered through the flap of the tent and sat next to Tygon as Sandor made his report.

--- Sandor Hill’s Survival (Track) Test ---
Rolled 15 vs DC: 12, 15, 18
Result: One Degree of Success, One Degree of Success, Failed

--- Sandor Hill’s Stealth (Sneak) Test ---
Rolled 23 vs DC: 12, 15, 18
Result: Three Degrees of Success, Two Degrees of Success, Two Degrees of Success

“Well m’lord, you were right in so far as them caves being a good spot to check out. They ain’t three days from the village though. No more’n a days walk, let alone a hard march. The caves at the back of a narrow gorge with only one way in. Didn’ actually manage to get inside the cave itself mind, but I can tell ya that there be near enough to 200 men and boys camped up in front ‘o’ that damn cave. I got close enough to count ‘em meself and it was a good thing it was just me.”

The scout reaches into his pocket and pulls out what looks like two nails folded and bent around one another and tosses it to you, and you in turn pass it to Tygon. It was a caltrop.

“I dunno how bad you ruined them boys day in that battle ‘o’ yours there Merv, but it seems that they remember you and your cav well enough to want to make sure that your horses are outta the fight and to be honest I don’t blame em. There are a few men there who got the look of soldiers, but a lot of em look greener than gooseshit. Matter ‘o’ fact, there be a lotta boys campin’ out in that canyon. I’d bet you a dragon that they’re just tryin’ to boost up their numbers before they try somethin’.”

You look to Tygon with a grave look in your eye as you remember the amount of nails in the blacksmiths shop. The caltrop looked very similar to the nails that were there, and Sandor continues his report as Tygon shares your grimace.

“As for that ghost town m’lord, it’s as you say to my mens eyes. Abandoned. Not a soul livin’ in it s’far as they could tell. Just a buncha abandoned buildings that’r fallin’ down.

--- Any questions for Sandor Hill? ---

I'll give this 20 minutes before going into Tygon planning out what to do.

>>3786090
Where would their supplies come in? look like they are ready for a siege? any signs of anything in that ghost town?

“Any idea if they have any other ways to get supplies in? Does it look like they got enough supplies to last for a while if we try and starve them out?”

Sandor barks his laughter out at you and shakes his head.

“Them hills are honeycombed with caves, I imagine that there has to be one or two that link up with theirs. I reckon it’d take me more than a few days to map ‘em out though and that there is dangerous work, but I did see some boys bring up a few bags ‘o’ grain right up through the gorge so maybe there ain’t another way in. And it ain’t a castle there Merv, it’s just a gorge. Sure they got caltrops all scattered ‘round the entrance but other’n that, they’d be mince meat for us. If we block ‘em in there, I imagine they’d just flee into the caves. That or they’d just come out and give us a fight, it’s hard to say.”

How about that town? Did your men notice anything unusual there at all?”

Sandor simply shrugs and turns up his palms.

“Not so far as they told me. The boys are good men, but I mean I guess they might’ve missed somethin’. Can’t say much without more time Ser.”

Silence falls over the tent as yourself and Tygon ponder on what to do next….

--- What plan does Mervyn recommend to Tygon? ---
>Patience. Allow the scouts a few more days to explore the territory
>Force. March the scouts and cavalry to the gorge and try to speak with these men
>Aggression. A show of aggression would show these boys the futility of their actions
>Something else. Write in
--- Break ---

This will be my last story post for tonight. I'll be back tomorrow morning to pick back up again. If you guys have any questions for me, feel free to ask.

>>3786155
>>Patience. Allow the scouts a few more days to explore the territory

Find the smugglers, and watch for supply runners, that many men need to eat and train, they have to get supplies from somewhere.

>>3786155
>>Force. March the scouts and cavalry to the gorge and try to speak with these men

>>3786155
>>Patience. Allow the scouts a few more days to explore the territory

>>3784389
>>The fields surrounding the village
Charm
Come with civility and if they refuse to respond unkind then reply with an iron fist.>>3786155
>>Patience. Allow the scouts a few more days to explore the territory

>>3786155
>>Patience. Allow the scouts a few more days to explore the territory
While we are guard eagle of Emberpeak, we still are an eagle whose wings extend to the land of Emberpeak. I’d say we would should do this to help build relations and get the peasants to see Tygon as the lad he is

>>3786155
>>Patience. Allow the scouts a few more days to explore the territory

>>3786155
>Aggression. A show of aggression would show these boys the futility of their actions

>>3786155
>>Aggression. A show of aggression would show these boys the futility of their actions

>>3786155
I'm not sure about it but right now my gut says
>>Patience. Allow the scouts a few more days to explore the territory
As long as we've got Sandor or his men keeping an eye on the men then I don't think we lose anything by being cautious and taking the time to gather more info. If they decide to try anything in the meantime then great, we can ambush them in the open rather than having to charge a potentially caltroped field.
And I'd dearly like to confront that smith about said caltrops.

My preference is a non-violent solution that won't leave the villagers of our new domain hating our lord but if it does come to force I wonder whether we can bait them out?
Set a couple of bonfires around the village outskirts then have the smith or some other suitably intimidated villager send a runner to the cave saying Mad Mervyn and the bastards of Ember Peak are burning down the village and raping all the women, especially Jack's mum.
Hell, if we successfully bait them out then we could probably surround them in an ambush and easily intimidate them into dropping their weapons.

>>3784939
>>3784947
>A LOT of 1 post by this ID for this roll
Only one and it was mine. I can never predict when my IP is going to shift.

>>3786155
>Patience. Allow the scouts a few more days to explore the territory

Alright sounds like we're going to let Sandor go do some more proper reconnaissance.

First things first. Where would you like him to focus his attentions on?

>An alternative way into their camp
>The ghost town
>Write in

>>3787035
>An alternative way into their camp
Make clear the caves are not preferable

>>3787035
they gotta have lookouts of their own
have Sandor's men try and capture one, let's see where that goes
Do make sure to tell Sandor to not attempt this himself, would suck to lose him to some random pikeman

>>3787043
oh and _gently_ chide him for not thinking of it himself
we want initiative in our officers

>>3787035
>An alternative way into their camp

>>3787043
If that is the road we choose to go down, Sandor will have a better dice pool to try and capture someone himself but we certainly can tell him to let one of his men risk it instead.

>>3787035
>Write in
>Where they getting the shit from. We need to caught that smuggler

Sorry if this is taking awhile. Lots of dialogue in this next write up and it takes me forever to write.

>>3787160
lazy

“If it were up to me, I’d say we wait it out a few more days Tygon. Let him and the scouts go back out and do some more scouting. See if they can find another way into their camp aside from those caltrops.”

“I was of a similar mind Ser. I have no desire to be outmaneuvered again on the field of battle. Sandor, take your men back into the hills. Take up to a week to determine if there is passage through the caves and report back here at weeks end. From there we will decide what we are to do.”

Sandor nods his head and leaves the tent immediately, promising to return as soon as he found all there was to find leaving you and Tygon in the tent alone, and you reach over and finger the caltrop suspiciously.

“The smith knows something Tygon. He had bags of nails that look awful similar to this here. Bend those nails round and place a drop of molten iron where they touch? And I don’t doubt that more than a few of these men remember the Reins riding them down before the Serrett numbers gained the upper hand.”

Tygon looks at you and cocks his eye brow before placing both of his hands on the table and standing abruptly.

“Well Mervyn, I suppose we should pay a visit to the smith and see what he knows. Are you busy at the moment?”

The two of you make for the smithy and you explain all about your previous visit and as you are about to round the corner Tygon stops you by placing his arm in front of your chest.

“Now Mervyn, I have an idea here. I want to know if this man is a supporter of our band of troublemakers or if they’re intimidating him into aiding them against his will. So follow my lead. If I give you a wink, I need you to do what you do best and be yourself.”

After agreeing to follow along, Tygon flashes you a golden smile which matches the golden hazel of his eyes and he raps a quick three knocks on the frame of the door before entering the premise of the smithy proper and you follow suit into the building. You find the smith hammering out a head for a new axe and when he his young son pulls on his sleeve he looks up for his hammering and blinks back his shock and places the steel back into the forge and bows his head before greeting the two of you.

“Seven blessings Smith. My name is Tygon Reynold, heir to Ember Peak. What might your name be?”

“I-uh…names Smit m’lord. Pleased to meet you.”

“My man Ser Mervyn tells me that there has been trouble in this village recently, or more accurately, in most of the villages in these hills. Men disappearing off into the hills and what not.”

“Well like I told Ser t’other day. I keeps my nose out of it. I got my family to feed and keep safe. Ain’t no business ‘o’ mine what other men do.”

“You’re a practical man Smit, I like that. How many children do you have if I may ask.”

Tygon flashes the man his warmest smile and the light of the forge glints slightly off of his golden teeth as Smit wrings his hands on his apron before patting his son on the head and sending him off out of the shop.

“Got two boys and two girls m’lord. Eldest is me ‘prentice. 10 years old he is. Other sons 8, and the girls are 5 and 3.”

Tygon continues to grin as he turns his attention to the rest of the shop as he responds.

“A healthy brood. My own wife is pregnant with our first child and I already feel more protective over her. A trait every father should share yes? A desire to protect his family?”

Smit watches Tygon’s every move as he examines his wares, from saw blades to axes to cutlery. fingering the edge of a knife gently.

“Aye I’d say so m’lord.”

“Then you must understand my concern when I hear rumours of banditry, smuggling and disappearances in my fathers lands. What sort of father would I be if I let said crimes run rampant across my land and let my child come into such an unsafe domain?”

Smit begins to respond but Tygon interrupts him by pulling forth the caltrop from a pouch on his belt and the smith gawps awkwardly before suddenly rushing for the door but strong as he might be he was no match for you. You place yourself in his way and tackle the man to the ground, before hauling him up to his feet by the scruff of his shirt and throwing him into a chair while Tygon walks over as calm as can be, still smiling and bringing the caltrop to Smit’s face and waving you off from the man.

“Ser Mervyn here informed me you might have an idea of where said men got these?”

All the poor smith does is close his eyes and shake his head before begging for mercy.

“I-I’m sorry m’lord. They made me. Threatened my family. My boys. My wife. Said they’d rape her in front ‘o’ me and cut their throats.”

“My good man, that is why I’m here. I’m here to put an end to these threats and worries as is my duty. All you need to do is tell me who these men are, where they’re hiding and what they want. Sound fair?”

“I can’t m’lord, I can’t. They’ll kill them. I-I’m sorry m’lord…”

Tygon rises from the mans eyeline and looks to you and gives you a small smirk and a wink as the man has his face buried in his hands…

Can I get 4d6+2 for intimidate please guys.

Rolled 2, 3, 3, 4 + 2 = 14 (4d6 + 2)

>>3787192

Rolled 3, 1, 2, 2 + 2 = 10 (4d6 + 2)

>>3787192

Rolled 6, 1, 3, 3 + 2 = 15 (4d6 + 2)

>>3787192

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>3787211
Rolling for Attractive. Not rolling the 1 on >>3787206 because it won't make a difference.

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>3787236
Bully
This is how you were SUPPOSED to roll

--- Ser Mervyn’s Persuasion (Intimidate) Test ---
Rolled 14 vs DC: 15
Result: Test Failed

You fall to one knee to get on the mans level but he keeps his face buried in his hands as he mutters about how he can’t tell you anything. You lash out and rip his head back by his hair and stare the man down as he fights to avoid your gaze but as sure as the sun rises in the east eventually you manage to stare him down and he looks into your sky blue eyes…and yet…the emptiness that normally struck fear into those who looked into them was mirrored by his own. He wasn’t truly in the right mind and whoever had threatened him had done the job thoroughly.

“Look at me Smit. I don’t care who threatened you. I am more dangerous than any man you know and you will tell us everything you know. Do you understand me?”

“You might be dangerous Ser, but you don’t know Ser Gerard. He’ll kill my family Ser. All of them. He’s not a true knight like you Ser. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”

The man devolves into senseless babbling and you look up to Tygon who pinches the bridge of his nose in irritation and shakes his head, before gesturing to leave him be and the two of you leave the man to his fears.

“Dammit. I was going to offer to take on one of his sons as a page, but after that. Whoever this Ser Gerard is must be a terrifying man. Ser Mervyn I want two of your men posted outside of this smithy at all times until this business is finished. Neither Smit nor his family are to leave the building until this matter is finished. Understood?”

You nod your head and together the two of you make off back your camp, Tygon muttering the name Gerard over and over again under his breath.

--- 22/08/281 ---

The week had flown by as Tygon had the Loyal Reins and yourself handing out food, clothing and other supplies from the wagons he had brought with him in an attempt to build up goodwill with the villagers although the effort had been for nought in regards to having them open up about their missing boys. Sandor had returned on the 6th day and had once again been summoned to Tygon’s pavilion as he made his second report.

“Sandor, I trust you had spent your time was well spent. What more can you tell us about our predicament?”

“Well m’lord…” the man began….

---

Alright can I get 7d6 for stealth please

Rolled 6, 2, 3, 1, 1, 6, 4 = 23 (7d6)

>>3787276

Rolled 4, 2, 5, 3, 1, 4, 1 = 20 (7d6)

>>3787276

Rolled 5, 4, 6, 5, 4, 5, 2 = 31 (7d6)

>>3787276

Got my order backwards but needless to say Sandor did not get caught.

Can I also get 5d6 for Survival (Track) please

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

>>3787297

Rolled 6, 3, 4, 4, 4 = 21 (5d6)

>>3787297

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

>>3787297

Alright writing here guys. Sandor wasn't playing around.

Holy shit, breezy, the thread is a surprise. Love your quest! Honestly, the triad of asoiaf quests made this year for me.

--- Sandor Hill’s Survival (Track) Test ---
Rolled 18 vs DC: 15
Result: One Degree of Success

--- Sandor Hill’s Stealth (Sneak) Test ---
Rolled 25 vs DC: 18, 21, 24
Result: Two Degrees of Success, One Degree of Success, One Degree of Success

The man grins from ear to ear and puffs out his chest as confident as a rooster.

“Well m’lord. I found out there is a cave that connects. “ad me lads camp out ‘round a few ‘o’ the caves in the area and after 2 nights the lads came ‘n’ found me. They had a few men come up through the hills with 2 mules in tow. So after that I camped out there meself ‘n’ they were comin’ through there as well as through the main gorge. Next time they came up I followed the man into the caves and followed ‘im. Real mean lookin’ bastard let me tell you m’lord.”

“Did the man have a coat of arms?” Tygon interrupts.

“Aye, his shield had what looked like a grey mountain on blue. But anyhow m’lord I followed him through the caves. It’s a pretty easy thing to remember, two lefts then a right and he had a small cache there. Lots of coin in there, as well as a few weapons and a bag full of sour leaf. Matter ‘o’ fact that’s what the men had brought up on them mules. But all in all the fucker probably ‘ad a whole chest full ‘o’ silver and enough sour leaf to get a small army buzzin’. Which as a matter ‘o’ fact he is. I followed him from that cache back to the camp and snuck around in there fer a while. Camp’s split in two. Men who fought in that battle a ways back and the green boys who been recruited since. The harder men are ready to get to raidin’ your lands Lord Tygon, but the youngin’s..they don’t know what they’re caught up in yet. Campfire talk tells me they think the Reynolds are war mongering and cruel, that they’re worried you’ll be torching down their villages.”

You look to your feet and avoid eye contact with Tygon but luckily he is focussed on Sandor Hill completely as he finishes up his report.

“So aye m’lord Reynold, 200 men are camped up there and you got men peddlin’ sourleaf. I got a couple of lads trailing them to see where they’re unloading it. What you want t’do with that information, it’sup t’you m’lord.”

--- Ser Mervyn's recommendations for Tygon ---

>Set some bonfires around the village and send a runner to lure out as many of the vagaonds as possible
>Send the scouts to confront the vagabonds, while the Loyal Reins sneak through the tunnels and ambush them
>Send the Loyal Reins to confront the vagabonds, while the scouts sneak through the tunnels and ambush them
>Attempt to organize a parley with your full force
>Something Else (Write in)

Feel free to ask any questions here guys. I'll answer as thoroughly as Sandor will be able to

>>3787380
Can we smoke them out ?

>>3787380
>>Send the scouts to confront the vagabonds, while the Loyal Reins sneak through the tunnels and ambush them

>>3787380
Are the experienced men near the "main entrance" or the green boys?
It would be better to have the Reins fight the real men, so if they're at the back we'll go through the tunnels. If they're near the entrance the scouts go through the tunnels and hold the middle, while we confront the hard men and probably ride them down.

I don't want to kill the green boys if we don't have to.

>>3787394
It's funny how no-one seems to want to talk to these people
WHY IS THERE NOT A PRISONER YET??

>>3787380
>>Send the Loyal Reins to confront the vagabonds, while the scouts sneak through the tunnels and ambush them

>>3787382
>Can we smoke them out?

You could try Ser, but I dunno if it'll work with the gorge being open to the air 'n' all that. Maybe if you started a big fire in the cave itself, but it'd be 'ard ta get that much wood inside there undetected.

>>3787394
Are the experienced men near the "main entrance" or the green boys?

Ain't no organization in there Ser. Camp is pretty mixed. One fire might be all boys, while the next is ol' soldiers wearing peacocks on their coats. Leader's tent though is just inside the caves mouth though outta the rain if that means anythin' to ya.

>>3787441
WHY IS THERE NOT A PRISONER YET??

Didn't get asked to take no prisoners Ser. Just observe 'em. That's why I got some lads still followin' those men who brought in the bags 'o' sourleaf...

Didn't seem like a whole lot of support for taking prisoners. Had the talk with the blacksmith gone better this would have came up though.

>>3787468
>Camp’s split in two. Men who fought in that battle a ways back and the green boys who been recruited since
>Ain't no organization in there Ser. Camp is pretty mixed
Seem like contradictory messages, but that's okay.
I'll vote for
>Set some bonfires around the village and send a runner to lure out as many of the vagaonds as possible
To be sure.

>>3787380
>Send the Loyal Reins to confront the vagabonds, while the scouts sneak through the tunnels and ambush them

They expect the Loyal Reins. We didn't even have scouts at the last battle.

>>3787477
That was poorly worded on my part. That was more in a reference to the morale of the camp. There are two distinct "identities" inside the camp, but they are mixed fairly randomly fire pit to fire pit.

>>3787492
That makes sense. Could have been worded better but it wasn't wrong.
Anyway I'll keep my vote the way it is, then.

>>3787511
ser TtGAgXMe has a reasonable plan, I say we follow it
as for Sandor, he and his squad should get standing orders to take and interrogate prisoners if the tactical situation permits

let's make real scouts out of these boys

2 votes for lure them out with a fire.
2 votes for march up with the Reins and have the scouts take them from behind.

I'm going to whip up something to eat here and I'll call the vote when I'm done eating.

>>3784046
Can you imagine this handsome and elegant man pulverize the absolute crap of another man's head and have no qualms about doing it? I know I can. I look forward to refining him as a total melee monster that he is and tear Elleanor's enemies apart so that she can have her revenge. Because fuck Lannisters.

>>3787380
>Send the Loyal Reins to confront the vagabonds, while the scouts sneak through the tunnels and ambush them
We'll talk them down and if not, the scouts will come into play.

>>3787587
Yeah. Fuck em.

>>3787587
>>3787636
boring

>>3787587
That is exactly part of the reason I love Mervyn as a character. This handsome, real friendly looking guy who maidens swoon over and boys just want to be, is actually a stone cold killer. People tend to like him far more than they should and the irony just feels very "Westeros".

As for turning him into an even bigger monster, we're currently sitting at 27 experience points so we'll likely be doing a vote for spending it once this bandit business gets cleared up. I'm looking forward to that. There was some talk last thread about possibly getting Mervyn a two handed hammer so I'll likely do a vote for that later as well.

>>3787638
And needless to say, Tygon is the kind of guy who wants to talk to these people before he slaughters them. So you'll be riding up plainly visible and see who comes out to parley before any fighting starts.

>>3787380
>Send the Loyal Reins to confront the vagabonds, while the scouts sneak through the tunnels and ambush them

“Well Tygon if it were me, I’d take the Reins and ride right up to their camp. See if we can’t send Sandor and his men in through the caves and have them ready to attack them in the rear. That and maybe try to bait them into coming in front of their field of caltrops. We can put an end to this farce today.”

Tygon shakes his head with a slight chuckle.

“As blunt and honest as ever Ser. The idea has merit, but I still hope for a more peaceful ending to this than what you intend. We’ll ride for their camp tomorrow at dawn, that should give you and your men the time you need to infiltrate their caves Sandor?”

The scout captain nods his head and crosses his arms as Tygon gives him his instructions before sending him off, and Tygon then turns to you.

“We shall fly our colours, as well as a white banner to show that we come in peace and we’ll see what becomes of it. I hope to talk down these boys peacefully, but whoever this Gerard is, and any man with a peacock on his coat. Well Ser, they’ll need to be dealt with accordingly…


--- 23/08/281 ---

You had left the village fully bedecked in your armour and weapons as soon as the sun crested the horizon with yourself and Tygon at the head of your cavalry. Ser Art held the banner which displayed the Reynold colours while Ser Austin rode on your left bearing a plain white flag made of a white sheet you had taken from the village. Three hours of solid riding later and you could see the entrance to the gorge and you see a flurry of activity and as you ride up you see a force of men marching forth with a soiled sheet waving from a spear, likely their own attempt at a white flag for the parley. Tygon commands that only him, the flagbearers and yourself were to attend the meeting and the four of your ride out to meet the group of ten men that walked out to meet you. As you get closer you can see that only one man is armed and armoured properly, while another four are at least in a coat of mail and brandishing spears. The other five men though are armed only with clubs and the clothes they had on their backs.

Their leader steps forward to address your group and you can see that his armour was the same silver that Ser Samwells had been, and that this was likely a man who had once called the lordling friend. He was an ugly man, with a squashed face and a broken nose and his voice is low and gravelly as he speaks.

“Tygon Reynold I take it. Ser Gerard Stone. The last of the men loyal to Ser Samwell Serrett. How in the seven hells did you find us?”

Tygon leans over in his saddle and opens his visor to address Ser Gerard.

“I came to ensure that the needs of my people are being met. The villagers told me of their missing boys and where you might be, and I’m pleased to see that they were correct.”

“Bull fucking shit. The village didn’t tell you anything. And all these boys with me know what Reynold honour is worth. That she bitch twisted and lied in Casterly Rock. Anyone who knew Ser Samwell would have known that he’d have given his life seven times over before he let harm befall his daughter. Loved her like she was trueborn he did.”

“And yet here I am Ser. Perhaps the villages in this land have realized that we aren’t the monsters you portray us out to be.”

As Tygon says this, he looks directly at the five unarmoured young boys before continuing on.

“But regardless Ser. I take it you were at the battle, and you should know what my Loyal Reins are capable of. I will forgive the slight you said about my mother should you willingly surrender, elsewise, I fear that I will have to let my men here have their way…”

Ser Gerard Stone hawks and spits onto the ground in Tygon’s direction.

“Fuck your peace. You might have found us before we could actually get anything done, but by my math we still outnumber you 10 – 1. You want us gone, you’ll have to come get us out yourself.”

The man looks over to you and gives you a seething look of hatred that he barely manages to contain.

“I hope it’s me who gets to kill you you fucking bastard. I remember the day you killed Ser Samwell, and I vowed there and then that I’d have my revenge on you. He was a good man he was.”

They turn to leave and Tygon calls out to the men who accompanied Ser Gerard.

“Men, I promise on my honour as a lord. You shall be given one hour to come forth from the gorge, and any who do shall be given free passage back to their village. You have committed no crimes as of yet, and will walk free and be allowed to continue your lives as normal. Tell your friends and brothers that remain in the canyon. One hour. I sincerely hope you take me up on my offer….

--- Chime in regarding Jack and Pete, the boys belonging to the woman you met in the sept? ---

>yay
>nay

>>3787861
>>nay
all are guilty

>>3787861
>>yay

>>3787861
>yay

>>3787861
>>yay
"Like Stone said, you've not done anything yet. You can return home freely. Your mother is a good woman who is worried about you."

I'm going to call it here. Benevolent Mervyn it is. Unfortunately my roommates are having people over and I have to go socialize so I'll pick this back up tomorrow. Hope to see you all then.

Questions and feedback are always welcome and appreciated.

Joe

>>3788071
>Benevolent Mervyn it is.
>yay
I say, not so benevolent. It is in his interest to reduce the number of this cannon fodder by convincing them to leave Gerard's ranks.

>>3787861
>yay

We should have gathered parents from the village. They would simply drag they children back.

When Jack and Pete get home to mommy, they're going to wish they died with the others.

Just caught up on the quest. Really fucking good. I don't get to participate in many quests due to scheduling but I do like to read updates. This will be on my to read list. Thanks for running it Joe and well done

>>3787692
that's more like it

>>3789055
I really do love this. I stated it earlier here but the fact that Mervyn just "appears" benevolent and chivalrous despite him being a merciless shitheel might be my favorite aspect of his character.

>>3789679
Thank you very much, and I'm glad you're enjoying it.

Alright, writing here guys!

The group of soldiers turn to make back for the gorge and you can see the look of apprehension on some of the younger boys faces and you call out to them as they leave.

“Wait. Any of you young fellas named Pete or Jack?”

One boy goes as stiff and straight as an arrow and he turns back to look at you and underneath the dirt and grime you can see the resemblance to the boys mother and he leans on a walking stick and throws back the hood of his patchworn cloak.

“Aye, my names Jack. Who wants t’know?”

“Your mother does. Did you know your mother hasn’t left the sept in days for want of worry? I prayed there with her and all she can speak of is her boys. Take up m’lords offer here and go home to her. I have no desire to bring her sons home in boxes…”

The boy looks at you with narrowed eyes as he nods his head and abruptly turns to walk back to the camp with the others. You ride back to your cavalry and hunker down to wait out the hour.

“They were clever to try and meet us so far out. Likely to try and prevent us from finding out about their caltrop field. I’m afraid that we’ll likely have to dismount to be at all effective against them Ser Mervyn. Are you and your men prepared for such an eventuality?”

You look over to lordling with a flat look on your handsome face and give him a curt nod before scratching through your beard.

“Aye Tygon, we’ll be fine. Leave the horses back with the squires and we’ll put them to the sword..or hammer as it were.”

Tygon grimaces and shakes his head but before he can voice his distaste for the task he is interrupted by a ruckus of what looked to be nearly three score of young men walking out through the mouth of the small canyon and them being berated by the men that remained. You and your men approach them on horseback and you can see Jack walking over with what was clearly his younger brother under his arm and he raises an arm to get Tygon’s attention.

“You said we walk free right m’lord?”

Tygon smiles broadly giving them the glint of gold as he assures them that they were free to return home, but that they should do so with haste and the boys nod their heads and give their thanks.

“M’lord. You should know. Ser Gerard’s got bunch of nails smithed together. Caltrops he calls ‘em. Got ‘em scattered all across the entrance. Says they keep horses right out of wherever ya put ‘em.”

“I trust me son, we already know about the caltrops. And the sourleaf. And all manner of other things. I fear Ser Gerard may have underestimated me. Thank you though, and off with you now. Get home to your mother, there’s a harvest to plant.”

The boys scamper off, and you and the Loyal Reins dismount as you reach for your…

Alright time for a little vote. I meant to ask this at the very beginning of the thread when I was mentioning the armoury getting stocked.

--- Did Mervyn purchase a superior warhammer? ---

>yay
>nay

I also hate the way the warhammer is statted in the book, so here is the statline I use for it.

Damage: Athletics + 3
Training: 1B
Qualities: Powerful, Shattering 2, Slow, Two handed, Unwieldy,

Just thought I'd give an option here to switch up his fighting style a little and give the chance to specialize him a bit more. Give him more than a single "loadout" as it were.

If yes to the previous vote
--- What weapon did Mervyn reach for? ---

>Cavalry hammer and Shield
>Warhammer

>>3790102
>yay

>Cavalry hammer and Shield

>>3790102
>>yay
>Cavalry hammer and Shield

>>3790102
yay
>Warhammer

>>3790102
>yay
>>Cavalry hammer and Shield
As much as I want to smash some dudes head in with our new warhammer, I think it'd be better to use a shield when fighting forces that outnumber us, chumps or no.

>>3790102
>>yay
>Cavalry hammer and Shield

Definitive yes for the warhammer.

But looks like we're sticking with ol' reliable for the time being.

Alright well here we go fellas, finally some combat.

Can I get 8d6+1 for fighting please

Rolled 6, 5, 4, 1, 4, 4, 4, 4 + 1 = 33 (8d6 + 1)

>>3790189

Rolled 1, 3, 1, 3, 6, 3, 5, 3 + 1 = 26 (8d6 + 1)

>>3790189

Rolled 6, 6, 3, 3, 4, 2, 1, 1 + 1 = 27 (8d6 + 1)

>>3790189

>>3790195
24
>>3790196
21
>>3790202
23

Rolled 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 5, 6, 5 + 1 = 24 (8d6 + 1)

>>3790189

Writing here. By the way, the green peasent levies are starting disorganized on account of half of them leaving before the battle started.

As you reach for your cavalry hammer and pull it out of the iron circle that holstered it on your saddle. You momentarily thought about using the two-handed hammer you’d ordered when replenishing the armoury. It was an impressive looking weapon, with iron siding going down the length of the oaken shaft and a fearsome looking head crowning the weapon but you passed it by in favor of what you were more comfortable with. You’d strapped your impressive oaken shield to your arm and as you did so you saw the black eagle rising triumphantly painted onto it and smiled a small smile to yourself. Flexing your grip on the leather handle of your hammer you look to Tygon who is armed in his resplendent gold and grey plate, with an ornamental red phoenix crowning the top of his helm. Pulling forward a sword from it’s sheath he looks to you and nods, and you slam close the visor of your helm and the world narrows to the view that your helm gives you.

You and your twenty men walked towards the entrance to the canyon at a brisk walk and you can hear the commotion as you see the man beginning to line up into ranks at the mouth of the rock formation and you can see the older men have taken up position behind what remained of the inexperienced small folk who were armed with whatever weapons they had managed to steal or bring with them from their villages.

You look over at Tygon and you can tell by his posture that he is hesitant but you goad him on.

“Come on Tygon. Don’t think about it, just do it. Let’s get this over with.”

The heavily armoured heir nods his head and you and youre men walk through the caltrop field and you can see the look of fear on the boys faces as you close with them and they begin to realize their mistake…

--- Combat Round 1 ---

Ser Mervyn: 28 against Combat Defence: 6
Four Degrees of Success
4 damage x 4 = 16 damage
Peasent Levy 1 Health: 6 – 16 = -10
Peasent Levy 1: Dead

Peasent Levy 1: 7 against Combat Defence: 11
Attack Failed
Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Health: 12

The first boy to fall to your hammer looks to be about 15 or 16. He had the beginnings of a beard coming in and he charged out of the line in a suicidal attempt at bravery and you parry away the blow from his simple wooden club with an almost worrying ease. Your shield came up and the thunk of wood on wood could be heard but in truth you hardly even felt the blow through the shield. Without even skipping a beat your hammer came in from the side and with a sickening crunch cracked what you imagined was probably the entire left side of his ribcage and he falls to the ground breathlessly trying to scream, but the air had been knocked out of him and you stepped over his mewling body as the Loyal Reins closed the gap with the rest of them.

--- Combat Round 2 ---

Ser Mervyn: 24 against Combat Defence: 6
Four Degrees of Success
4 damage x 4 = 16 damage
Peasent Levy 2 Health: 6 – 16 = -10
Peasent Levy 2: Dead

Peasent Levy 2: 4 against Combat Defence: 11
Attack Failed
Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Health: 12

As you closed into the group of boys properly the next to meet his end at your hand couldn’t have been more than thirteen. He was clutching a crude wooden spear without even an iron tip but when he went to strike at you he shook so bad from nerves that he missed you entirely. You felt almost guilty for having to kill such an unworthy foe, but the spike from your hammer found itself buried into the top of the boys unprotected head and he falls to the ground in a slump with a passive look of indifference on his common looking face and you move onto the next corpse that hadn’t realized that they were on borrowed


--- Combat Round 3 ---

Ser Mervyn: 25 against Combat Defence: 6
Four Degrees of Success
4 damage x 4 = 16 damage
Peasent Levy 3 Health: 6 – 16 = -10
Peasent Levy 3: Dead

Peasent Levy 3: 11 against Combat Defence: 11
One Degree of Success
3 damage x 1 = 3 damage – 11 Armour = -8
Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Health: 12 time.

You pushed through the line using your shield, you had almost broken through when you see a boy wielding a hoe like a battle axe swings at you with all of his might out of the corner of your eye. The blow connects into your pauldron and harmlessly bounces off of your impressive set of plate and you round on the young man burying a knee into his gut and knocking the wind from him. He falls to his knees and you bring the iron rim of your shield down up on head three times in quick succession until you feel his skull crack and his body goes limp. The rest of the smallfolk levy were panicking and running away from the onslaught as you knew they would, and you look to the line of older and more experienced ex soldiers and bandits. Ser Gerard Stone stands in line with his men, but at a signal from Tygon, Ser Austin blows a warhorn and from the otherside of the canyon at the cave entrance you see your scouts pour forth and take the enemy in the rear. Tygon and yourself walk forward with the rest of the Reins and Ser Gerard comes forth to offer a challenge…

--- Ser Gerard’s Challenge… ---

>Accept, he dies now
>Decline, allow Tygon to accept and focus on the bandits and criminals
>Decline, allow Tygon to accept but watch carefully to intervene if things go to far

>>3790340
>Accept, he dies now

We are his champion.

Also his mother would never forgive us if he got a scratch.

>>3790340
>>Accept, he dies now

>>3790340
>Accept, he dies now

>>3790340
>Accept, he dies now

To the surprise of absolute nobody, Mervyn steps up to the plate.

8d6+1 for fighting please.

Rolled 2, 6, 3, 3, 2, 2, 6, 5 + 1 = 30 (8d6 + 1)

>>3790421

Rolled 6, 2, 2, 5, 1, 1, 3, 2 + 1 = 23 (8d6 + 1)

>>3790421

Rolled 5, 3, 2, 5, 3, 2, 3, 5 + 1 = 29 (8d6 + 1)

>>3790421
WITNESS ME

--- Combat Round 4 ---

Ser Mervyn: 26 against Combat Defence: 8
Four Degrees of Success
*Bludgeon Fighter Activated*
Large Shield Defensive Rating is now 2
4 damage x 4 = 16 damage – 8 Armour = 8
**2/3 Injuries Taken**
8 Damage – 6 Damage = 2 Damage
Ser Gerard Stone’s Health: 9 – 2 = 7

Ser Gerard Stone: 17 against Combat Defence: 11
Two Degrees of Success
5 damage x 2 = 10 damage – 11 Armour = -1
Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Health: 12

You look to Tygon and see the wet sheen of crimson on his blade that told you he had slain at least one man despite his misgivings about the slaughter, and as Ser Gerard came forth from his line clad in a suit of old brigandine and wielding a sword and shield, as well as a look that could nearly kill, you took three quick steps to put yourself in between the man and your friend and the two of you square off as Tygon leads the rest of the Reins to surround the bandits completely.

You crack your neck in a casual, almost lazy way and you can see Ser Gerards eyes almost burst in a fit of fury as he charges at you yelling and cursing while he raises his sword high and brings it down like a lightning bolt from on high. Yet your shield was more than up to the task of dissipating the blow and the force is spread out and absorbed and you lower your shield just slightly enough to get a good view of the man and your hammer comes swinging around in a vicious arc that collides into his shield. It was old, and the corner of the wood splintered into pieces of kindling and you bring your hamer back in the opposite direction ripping open his guard allowing you to use the point fo your shield as a ram to create more space between the two of you before you swing your hammer with a feint up high before bringing it low down towards the mans knee. He gets out of the way of most of the blow, but one claw from your hammer catches him and you can hear the hiss of pain and the ripping of a few links from his chainmail greave.

He looks to you breathlessly and mouths out the words “I’m going to fucking kill you bastard. Mark my words.”

8d6+1 please and thank you

Rolled 6, 2, 1, 4, 6, 6, 4, 4 + 1 = 34 (8d6 + 1)

>>3790561

Rolled 2, 3, 6, 1, 2, 2, 3, 5 + 1 = 25 (8d6 + 1)

>>3790561

Rolled 5, 3, 6, 5, 2, 3, 1, 2 + 1 = 28 (8d6 + 1)

>>3790561

>>3790561
Jokes on you Fucker, my parents were married and loved each other til their final days. Can you say the same you hopped up brigand

>>3790573
Love a good bit of shit talking. I'll include this.

Writing

>>3790578
Too bad my dice fucked up but yay

You take a moment to raise your visor and stare at the man with a long look before throwing your head back and letting forth an audible laugh.

“The only bastard I see here today Stone is you. Let me guess, your father was some little lord who raped your whore of a kitchen wench mother. All you were was a spurt of spunk to him and he kicked you both out. Is that why you’re here? The Vale is a long ways away for a Stone to find himself a home. But as your killing me Ser, you are more than welcome to try.”

You close your visor once again and clunk the haft of your hammer against the iron rim of your shield twice and the mans nostrils flare and he roars as he charges you again.
--- Combat Round 4 ---

Ser Mervyn: 31 against Combat Defence: 6
Four Degrees of Success
*Bludgeon Fighter Activated*
Large Shield Defensive Rating is now 0
4 damage x 4 = 16 damage – 8 Armour = 8
**2/3 Injuries Taken**
***1/3 Wounds Taken ***
8 Damage – 8 Damage = 0 Damage
Ser Gerard Stone’s Health: 9 – 2 = 7

Ser Gerard Stone: 20 against Combat Defence: 11
Two Degrees of Success
5 damage x 2 = 10 damage – 11 Armour = -1
Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Health: 12

He leads with his shield this time, not keen to be on the receiving end of another of your blows but you are wise to this change in strategy. You lean in with your own shield and soon it is a battle of wills and strength. Ser Gerard then slips suddenly and attempts to use your own move against you as he lashes out with his longsword towards your knee, but you didn’t wear chainmail to protect yourself but the best Lannisport steel money could buy. The blow hardly leaves a scratch as you bring your hammer down aiming for his head. He reaches up with his shield arm to absorb the blow but the thing does a poor job of it and you can hear him yell out in agony as he drops his shield to the ground and you press forward to cut him off from retrieving it. You see Tygon out of the corner of your eye and you see he is holding his own against a man wielding an axe in two hands, clad in an old stained cream coloured tabard that meant he was likely a true Serrett man. The heir to Ember Peak plunges his sword forward and soon nearly a foot of cold steel is driven straight between the mans ribs and soon ripped out with a flourish.

“Fucking cunt…” you mutter under your breath with half a grin on your face. He might not like fighting, and in truth his younger brother was twice the warrior Tygon would ever be, but he had a certain style to the way he fought that only a nobleman could have. You made a note to bother him about it when all was said and done and you snap back into focus as Ser Gerard Stone came forth yet again…

8d6+1 there guys please and thank you

Rolled 6, 5, 4, 1, 5, 4, 2, 2 + 1 = 30 (8d6 + 1)

>>3790646

Rolled 3, 2, 3, 5, 1, 6, 5, 4 + 1 = 30 (8d6 + 1)

>>3790646

Rolled 6, 2, 1, 3, 6, 3, 4, 4 + 1 = 30 (8d6 + 1)

>>3790646

It'll be funny when everyone's calling Merv a ruthless bastard and a child killer, and there's this one lady in the village singing his praises about saving her sons.

>>3790652
>>3790653
>>3790658
Everyone rolled 30. lol

--- Combat Round 6 ---

Ser Mervyn: 27 against Combat Defence: 4
Four Degrees of Success
*Bludgeon Fighter Activated*
Brigandine Armour Rating is now 6
4 damage x 4 = 16 damage – 6 Armour = 10
**2/3 Injuries Taken**
***2/3 Wounds Taken ***
10 Damage – 10 Damage = 0 Damage
Ser Gerard Stone’s Health: 9 – 2 = 7

Ser Gerard Stone: 15 against Combat Defence: 11
One Degree of Success
5 damage x 1 = 5 damage – 11 Armour = -6
Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Health: 12

He had tried to use your momentary distraction to his advantage and swung his sword with all his might directly for your neck, but in his haste, or perhaps due to the pain he was in, the blow was off and slow. You swing your hammer straight across your body to counter the blow with a riposte as you thrust the head of the hammer towards the unprotected lower half of the mans face and knock out his four fount teeth in a wash of blood and enamel and the man falls backwards from the blow, stumbling and losing his balance as he crashes on his side. He scrambles to get up, picking up his sword and turning to face you, limping, favouring his one arm. It would take divine intervention for him to prevail here and as you knew all to well…the gods weren’t watching….

8d6+1 please

Rolled 1, 2, 4, 1, 6, 1, 1, 6 + 1 = 23 (8d6 + 1)

>>3790695
And now it ends

Rolled 6, 2, 1, 5, 2, 4, 2, 3 + 1 = 26 (8d6 + 1)

>>3790695

Rolled 1, 6, 1, 4, 3, 1, 4, 1 + 1 = 22 (8d6 + 1)

>>3790695

eh, not the best rolls, but he's pretty much finished

>>3790730
Not great but it's more than enough to finish him off.

Writing

--- Combat Round 7 ---

Ser Mervyn: 23 against Combat Defence: 4
Four Degrees of Success
*Bludgeon Fighter Activated*
Brigandine Armour Rating is now 4
4 damage x 4 = 16 damage – 4 Armour = 12
**2/3 Injuries Taken**
***3/3 Wounds Taken ***
12 Damage – 12 Damage = 0 Damage
Ser Gerard Stone’s Health: 9 – 2 = 7

Ser Gerard Stone: 10 against Combat Defence: 11
Failed
Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Health: 12

In his haste and dazed state of mind he swings his sword but the blow is so poorly executed that you simply side step the blow and he stumbles forward and you use the spike of your hammer to hook into the front of his ankle and trip the man up and he falls face first onto the rocky ground of the canyon, spitting out a mouthful of blood and raving under his breath in between his gasps for air. He tries to right himself, to bring himself back up to his feet once more but you plant an armoured foot hard onto his back and his chest falls the short distance back toward the unforgiving ground. You raise your hammer to end the mans life but a shout rings out loud and clear amidst the clamour.

“SER MERVYN! STOP!”

Tygon shouts out to you and you momentarily lower your hammer and turn your gaze towards the young lord. Between himself, the Reins and the Eagles Eyes, perhaps only a dozen of the men remained and they had thrown down their weapons in surrender. Tygon walks over to you and removes his helm. Sweat beaded on his brow which he wipes away with the back of his gauntlet. A small amount of blood must have been there for a line of red streaked across his forehead and the sandy blonde hair that rested on his brow as well.

“Ser. Killing him here like this serves no purpose. We take him prisoner, and then we execute him. Let the people of the town see the man who is to blame for their problems.”

>Agree to take Ser Gerard Stone prisoner
>Disagree and kill him here and now

>>3790771
>Agree to take Ser Gerard Stone prisoner

>>3790771
>>Agree to take Ser Gerard Stone prisoner
The lordling gets what the lordling wants

>>3790771
>>Agree to take Ser Gerard Stone prisoner
But only because duty and loyalty come first. Otherwise this guy is dead as all the others.

>>3790771
>>Agree to take Ser Gerard Stone prisoner

You scowled beneath your helm. What did it matter if you killed him here and now versus in front of a crowd? But ultimately Tygon was the man in charge here.

“Whatever you say m’lord.” You this as you take your foot off of his back, but has he coughs out a mouthful of blood you turn on your heel and deliver a swift kick to the mans jaw, knocking out a few more teeth out of his mouth and tearing apart the mans cheek. Tygon gives you a disapproving look and you respond simply…”Well it’s not like he’s going to be needing his teeth anymore Tygon. We should have him hung by tomorrow so he doesn’t start getting ideas aout trying to escape.”

He shakes his head at you and rolls his eyes in exasperation before ordering the rest of the man to wrangle up all the men who had surrendered and to bind them and the men set to the task at hand. Sandor Hill approaches you and claps you on your shoulder, hands red with blood and his axe holstered on his belt loop.

“Damn if you ain’t forgot how to fight Merv. Seven above it’s like watching wheat get ground for flour. They’re all just grist for the mill hey?”

You nod your head and chuckle softly behind your helm, the sound echoing off the metal and sounding tinny to your ears.

“What about that cache in the cave there Merv? Or uh, m’lord Tygon. What you want us t’do with that?”

Tygon looks to the two of you and he contemplates for a fast moment before iforming you of his decision.

“Ser Mervyn, accompany Sandor and get a tally of everything. Ember Peak can use the coin, as I’m sure my mother would have a use for it, and the sour leaf well, we can dole that out to the smallfolk. Try and build up some more good will.”

--- Tygon’s orders ---

>Accept them and face your fears
>Refuse them and let Sandor Hill take care of it

>>3790860
>>Accept them and face your fears

>>3790860
>Accept them and face your fears
God damn it Tygon with your dashing good looks and boundless charisma

>>3790860
>Accept them and face your fears

Well I'm fading pretty fast here. I'll pick it back up tomorrow morning and get through to the execution, before we can decide how to spend some experience. See all tomorrow!

>>3790102
>Damage: Athletics + 3
>Training: 1B
>Qualities: Powerful, Shattering 2, Slow, Two handed, Unwieldy,
So this is how Rhaegar fell, jeez

>>3790638
>“Fucking cunt…” you mutter under your breath with half a grin on your face. He might not like fighting, and in truth his younger brother was twice the warrior Tygon would ever be, but he had a certain style to the way he fought that only a nobleman could have. You made a note to bother him about it when all was said and done and you snap back into focus as Ser Gerard Stone came forth yet again…
LOVED this detail.

>>3790860
>Accept them and face your fears
Indomitable, unwavering Mervyn.

We let Tygon play at being the lord today, he must've enjoyed himself.

How did the Eagle's eyes fare, breezy?

>>3790860
We gotta face our fears
>Accept them and face your fears

>>3790860
>Accept them and face your fears
I imagining Mervyn buying some very bright very expensive oil lamp

Looks like we're going into a cave again. Honestly didn't expect that but this will be a fun post to write.

>>3791208
I really don't like how the warhammer is written in the rulebook, so I made changes to line it up with weapons such as the long axe and greatsword.

As for Tygon playing the Lord, he really is a pretty ideal heir. Sure he may not be a great warrior, but given time he will turn into a intelligent general. He's also fairly good looking and hes charismatic. Andrea Brax is quite thrilled with being married to him and they are going to have quite the brood of children themselves. But Tygon really does possess the best qualities of each of his parents. He's cunning and intelligent like Elleanor, but loyal like Titus. His only real flaw is going to be that damn pride of his.

I'll write up a summary of the little skirmish and get you guys to roll for the results, but the Eagles Eyes swept in from behind and the battle was done almost before it started.

Tygon Reynold gains [+1] Confidence

>>3791573
Mervyn really ought to get himself an oil lamp

You blink back your shock and make to ask for a different task from the young lordliing but he had already begun to walk away and was issuing out orders to the rest of your men and you shake your head and groan audibly, and as you turn to face the mouth of the cave and you can see Sandor smirking, which soon turns to audible laughter and you lash out and give him a swift punch in the shoulder. The two of you had spent time in the mountains together, and many were the night when you had voluntarily slept out in the rain rather than lay out your bedroll in one of the many caves that the scout used as a place to sleep.

“Har har har, so ain’t nothin’ changed at all hey Merv? Still scared ‘o’ the dark?”

“Fuck off Sandor. Get me a fucking torch.”

And the small captain went off and came back with a torch, it’s end covered in pitch and fat, and you clutch the wooden torch in a vice like grip as you make for the mouth of the cave with half a dozen or so of the scouts. Sandor leads the way and you make a mental note to yourself to buy an oil lamp, the brightest and best gold could buy, the next opportunity you had. It only takes perhaps half an hour for Sandor to take you to the cache and you bring your torch to the fore and take a look at what was there. A few small chests full of silver sat beside a desk, some spare clothing, three large bundles of what you imagine were sourleaf. Sandor quickly has his men set about to removing the items from the room and soon enough it was empty. Seven above you were thankful for that. You could feel beads of sweat dripping down your face and your breathing was short and erratic. Once the light from your torch met the darkness it was as if you were staring back out to the void, just like when you had been lost in that old mine complex. Three days, three long terrible days of wandering around in the under dark before you had somehow found your way out. You had taken the beating from your father with a smile on your face, despite it being perhaps the most savage one you had ever taken at that stage of your life, smiling simply because when you opened your eyes you could see the world in all of its magnificence. You took a quick look back at the room to make sure nothing of value was left behind…

Can I get 3d6 for awareness please

Rolled 1, 5, 6 = 12 (3d6)

>>3791626

Rolled 6, 1, 1 = 8 (3d6)

>>3791626

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

>>3791626

Alright you guys hit 2/3 ranks of the difficulty. D you guys want to use lucky to take another crack at it?

--- Use Lucky? ---

>yay
>nay

>>3791657
>yay

>>3791657
>yay

>>3791657
>yay

Alright I need a single roll of 3d6. No Bo3 on this one.

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

>>3791676

>>3791682
Ah no luck. Mervyn really doesn't like caves and wants out of there something fierce. Pretty easy to overlook something small. Writing.

>>3791689
Our companions awareness?

--- Ser Mervyn’s Awareness Test ---
Rolled: 13 vs DC: 9, 12, 15
Result: 2 Degrees of Success, One Degree of Success, Failed

The first thing you notice is a few loose coins which you picked up and deposit into your purse. A small sum, but amidst the silver you find 2 gold dragons so all in all it was a tidy reward for you having had to come into this seven forsaken cave. When you were picking up the last of the coins you found saw the glint of gold coming from just under the desk and as you walked over to pick it up, you discover that it is not a coin but a signet ring. Looking at the ring more closely you can see that it bears a ram statant and you frown at the ring. Searching your memory from Allysa’s teachings you think but come up with no knowledge of any houses with a ram as their sigil. You shake your head and all of a sudden you swear you could hear the earth shift above your head and you rush back until your back collides into the wall creating a metallic crash and an audible “FUCK” as you turn and leave after Sandor who you can hear laughing up ahead as his torchlight comes back into view and you find him waiting at the cross road of tunnels and he walks you back out of the cavern and you breathe a heavy sigh of relief when you see the bright blue sky.

You and all of your men made your way back to the village and you rode ahead to catch up with Tygon after taking a quick survey of the prisoners. In total there was their leader, Ser Gerard Stone, along with 11 bandits. Old Serrett men or other menfolk who had fought for and were loyal to the memory of Ser Samwell. Lastly, there were 3 boys aged from 12 to 15.

“They all due to be hung Tygon?”

“Naturally Ser. I may not enjoy violence, but that doesn’t mean I am a soft man. I know the punishment for banditry and breaking the law.”

“Even the boys?”

Tygon goes quiet at this comment and the two of you ride in silence for a short moment before you continue.

“You gave them fair warning Tygon. Half of them took you up on your offer. But those three, they fought. They raised arms against their lord, and for that, they have to die.”

The lordling sighs and his shoulders hang low and he rubs his eyes as he considers his words…

“I know Ser, I know. It just leaves a foul taste in my mouth. But we’ll see it done. When we return to the village, we’ll set about building a gallows and get this job done. I’m of a mind to put this place behind us and return to Ember Peak…”

--- Show Tygon the signet ring? ---

>yay
>nay

>>3791752
>yay

>>3791752
>Yay

>>3791752
>yay
Sure. Seems Serretts weren't only just manipulated by Elleanor.

>>3791752
>nay

>>3791752
>>yay, but in private

>>3791752
>>yay
Out of sight of the small folk please

>>3791752
>>>yay, but in private
Maybe send the boys to the wall?

>>3791888
I'm just writing this up here, but that is something that could be done. Mervyn wouldn't suggest it, but it's an idea Tygon would be open to.

--- Does Tygon rescind his previous order, and send the three boys north to the wall? ---

>yay
>nay

>>3791900
Could also just cut their throats.

>>3791900
I want to be like >nay hang them
But we just murdered a girl in cold blood over in bogg's quest and I am still feeling bad so
>yay

Even then, it is pretty in character for merv to say nothing and hang them, because cold bastard.exe... what do my fellows think?

>>3791900
>yay

>>3791900
>nay

>>3791900
>>yay