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Day 22, Month X - 285AC ~ Dawn
Lys - Bloody Seahorse

Daybreak upon the Bloody Seahorse as it came upon the bay and docks of Lys had perhaps been the most beautiful thing you had seen since your wedding day. The scarlets, oranges, and purples of the sky bathe the white stone of Lys in a radiant mosaic of color, catching upon the golden peaks of their buildings and causing the city to shine as if it were a star itself. The seas are calm this morning, Ser Jon Longwaters’ ship expertly navigating through the exposed rocks and bulwarks the Lyseni had about their bay to ward off pirates and the Tyroshi and Myrmen should they come to war again. The warship, a gallon with no less than fifty oars and three sails, was the flagship of Ser Jon, and while he remained upon Long Isle with your men as they drilled and prepared to take war to the pirates that plagued you both, he had given command of it to his First-Mate, the younger brother of his wife, Sornos Vollion. Though the man spoke little of the common tongue you had been able to communicate with him well enough through your shared knowledge of trade tongue and your, albeit lacking, High Valyrian. He looked every bit of a true Valyrian himself and his talk of home in Volantis and higher society there seemed longing, though he remained in your ally’s services by order of his father. More than a few times he had chattered away happily with Illiad of the Free Cities, laughing long into the night over their cups, but being up equally early with hardly a missed step behind the wheel of the ship. You cast a casual look over your shoulder, watching as he smiled brightly at the Perfumed Sister and calling his men to attention in a smattering of Low Valyrian and Trade Tongue as you prepared to disembark.

Illiad and Obella had broken their fast together this morning, the two having become thick as thieves in your longer absences from home, a fact that sat well upon your mind and heart. She had felt sick this morning, no doubt from the pregnancy and being upon a ship for so long, and Illiad had taken pity upon her taking his meal by her side in bed while you strode about the deck of the ship seeing to whatever little things you had been left to do. Which was surprisingly little. Illiad had seen to nearly every arrangement for this trip, a point of pride he had told you with a beaming smile before you left Long Isle. Obella had brought with her enough luggage for five ladies, alongside that of Ladies Julianna Shafer and Sybelle Sand own, and a number of chests and crates for storage of what you assumed to be the inevitable purchases for Steadhold’s halls and the guest estates as well.

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The vast majority of the castle proper had been seen to by your Lady-wife, the grand hall in particular looking more alive and well than it had since your youth, and now she moved on to the grounds about it, the guest estates, and the assorted rooms about the castle used for guests of importance either high or low. She knew of the Tyrells eventual visit all too well and had been hard at work to make sure the estates and the ground about them, while impossible to rival, at least attempted to replicate the beauty of Highgarden. Your own items had been fitted within a chest, not your old chest, but a new one of beautiful make and design, a gift from Ser Grant Conklyn sent as thanks for housing him for the few months he had been in Steadhold. Meanwhile, Ser Victor Haigh, Yanno, and Barq Zos sat about the deck cutting with a few of the sailors and playing dice before spying you and joining your gaze towards the city.

“Been ‘while since we been back ‘ere milord,” Victor offers, taking a swig from his wineskin and offering it to you which you take and join him in the Sons of Gold tradition. Your lot of mismatched sellswords, knights, and men from every corner of the world always drank the absolutely foulest wine you had found your last visit to the city whenever you would come back to it. Victor had been the progenger of the tradition, something he had done long before joining with the Second Sons, ‘aft to appreciate the worst of a city ‘fore you see ‘er best,’ he would say. You wince as the wine burns its way down your throat, coupled with the early morning salt and humidity of the day as the sun broke causing you nearly to retch before forcing it down and allowing a disgusted gutteral sound escape your lips much to the amusement of your men.

“Some, what, five years, six?” you respond to Victor’s earlier statement.

“Five,” barq Zos confirms with a nod, “Lyseni ready to go to war again with Tyrosh, attempted to hire Second Sons.”

“Right, right,” Victor says nodding along, “‘Member being put up in that Magister’s shack out back? Living on dirt floors with the servants while the Captains tried to cut a deal wit ‘em?”

You bark a laugh, remembering the miserably hot summer you had spent in Lys, half afraid to run into old flames and half wishing to throw yourself in the sea to rid yourself of the sun.

“You fought in the Disputed Lands?” Obella asks, having snuck up the lot of you, Illiad by her side upon his crutch.

“Once or twice,” you allow with a casual wave of your hand, allowing her to loop her arm through your own as she still looked pale and without a proper footing, “Lys, Myr, and Tyrosh all paid the Second Sons at one point or another to clash with another sellsword company. Seven, it’s a point of pride for many.”

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Victor puts up his hand with four fingers extended his smile diminishing when Barq Zos does with five. You respond with two and a flat expression which your wife shares. The lot of you laugh, though the joke of it seems to escape Obella as she looks about you with a queer look.

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Disembarking from the Bloody Seahorse had taken a while longer than you had wished, though Obella had been happy to flit about the docks as her luggage was transferred to a wagon with her Ladies as they looked upon the simple trinkets and food offered by the dockside stores. She brings back a couple of oysters and you crack them open with your dirk and slurp down their insides happily, remembering the salt of Lys being particularly strong and pink from the rocky outcrops that surrounded and protected the city. She partakes in some strange fruit, the juice running down her chin as she laughs. Lys reminded her of Dorne you figure after a moment of the thought, the exotic blend of the Free Cities and proximity to Sunspear herself was certainly a fond reminder. She smiles at you with a girlish laugh and you return the laugh with your own before being called over by Illiad.

He walks ahead of you, as well as he can to a woman with hair of silver and eye of jade, her hands folded behind her as she bows deeply towards you, before a litter decorated in gold and purple, Illiad turns and gestures widely, “Lord, may I introduce your humble servant for the fortnight, Mistress Allearion Jhyrs.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you Lord and Lady Malroy,” Allearion says in surprisingly good common, “Your accommodations await if you would please,” a man with the pale skin of the Lyseni opens the door to the litter and you are ushered inside, a strange place to find yourself as you typically preferred to be aride but after all it was your honeymoon, and Illiad had gone through the trouble. Illiad and Allearion follow after you, sitting across from the two of you and the litter lurches forward with a yell in the Lysene tongue and you wind yourself traveling through the winding streets of Lys up and through the many tiers of the city. Though the rest of the island was fertile and green the small rocky outcrop Lys was purposefully built upon lended itself to a striking beauty and several tiers of the city itself. You pass by a number of gorgeous homes, the driver certain to avoid the less savory sides of town you think as you watch a street you know that travels towards a pillow house that you had frequented at one point or another. You take a turn at the sixth tier and you shudder slightly remembering many a drunken night returning by foot to these gates and eventually being let through when an Orlisis retainer came to fetch you. You allow a breath to escape and steel your nerves, she would not know you were here, it was not a concern, you told yourself several times over.

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Mistress Allearion is happy to tell you of the history of Lys, the more recent events such as the recent ascension of the new First-Magister, and the general time of peace between the Lys, Myr, and Tyrosh, and other such things.

“Who is the new First-Magister?” you ask curiously, wondering if you knew the name.

“I had not expected your interest Lord Malroy,” she says slightly caught off guard, “He is named Magister Orveal Orlisis, the sixth in line to the Orlisis family fortune.”

You swallow hard and nod looking out the window attempting to keep yourself stone eyed and pretending as if you did not know the name.

“Sixth?” Obella asks innocently, “Are there many?”

“Oh yes Lady Malroy,” Allearion says excitedly, “The House of Orlisis has a line of succession of nearly eighty. All with a viable claim to the family’s fortune. You will find many of them pursue their own ventures within the city, such as Magister Orveal or serve their cousins higher upon the line. The family is very influential here, my Lady, some would upon par with the House of Rogare some two centuries ago. The Lady Ysaeria Orlisis currently leads the family, and it has flourished beneath her.”

Obella hums an affirmative, interested in the topic of a woman leading such a prolific family, though your stomach churns at the name and you keep your tongue, as does Illiad, perhaps the only other person to know of your time her other than Mason. Eventually the litter stops before a manse that causes your own in King’s Landing to pale in comparison. It looks almost a small castle, its high peaked towers cap each corner of the building, with wings flourishing from each side of white stone. A garden entrance greets you and Obella is absolutely enthralled by the various flowers and fruits that are grown and kept here, walking ahead of you with Julianna and Sybelle guided by Mistress Allearion and chattering happily with the occasion look back thrown your way which you force a smile towards.

“Lord, are you well?” Illiad asks in a low voice by your side as you stride quietly towards the manse keeping his hobbled pace.

“I… I have not heard her name in a long while Illiad,” you say simply, the words not coming easily, “Do you think she is aware of our arrival?”

Illiad hums and allows a short sigh to escape, “No doubt of it Lord. Much as has always been. But in similar, she has never contacted you before Lord, I have little doubt she will now. Enjoy your time Lord, with your lovely wife crowned in the desert’s beauty, and think little of the perfumed flower of past.”

"Your honesty is sobering," you say allowing a chuckle and wrap an arm around your dearest friend, “Thank you Illiad, I shall try.”

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You are served a simple luncheon of cured meats, and strange cheeses that stunk far worse than they tasted, alongest a sweet chilled wine and a fruit known as a kiwi with strange brown fur and sweet green insides and are given a tour of the manse which takes the better part of an hour before settling into your room. The bed is larger than your own at home, with a canopy of golden silk hanging about it and the furniture made of a lustrous white wood with gold fittings. On the opposite side of the room are a pair of doors framed with gold and mostly made of myrish glass that all open together to allow you access to the private courtyard where a fountain babbles quietly and more foreign flowers and fruits grow. According to Mistress Allearion the manse once belonged Magister that was ousted nearly a decade ago from the city by his rivals who took over the household and now rented it to influential foreign lords and princes from the Seven Kingdoms and the Free Cities. You are given a moment to unwind and you fall into the lush pillows and lysene cotton blankets and allow the weight of your mind to fall. Obella joins you not long after, cuddling to your side and resting her chin upon your chest and looking upon you with the pools of blue that reminded you so of Lorelei.

She sighs wistfully and smiles at you, “Husband?” she asks innocently enough, “I know we have much time here in the city but is there anything you wished to do first? I know you wish to have your bow done soon and before we leave but is there anything else?”

What to do in Lys first?
>See Master Dracon of Lys regarding your new bow
>Travel the city and enjoy the sights and local flavour as well as purchase various things
>Something Else? (Specify)

Really sorry about being late today, even more so than originally planned. Lunch ran over, had to go back to the office to go over something, it was a day. Anyway, I'm here, missed y'all, lets do some stuff in Lys.

>>3865535
>The bed is [...] made of a lustrous white wood with gold fittings.
A weirwood bed?
>Something Else? (Specify)
Break in the honeymoon bed!

>>3865539
First this then

>See Master Dracon of Lys regarding your new bow

>>3865535
Oh and after we are done with that. Get her that hawk she is so subtly asking for

>>3865544

>>3865535
>See Master Dracon of Lys regarding your new bow

Work before pleasure

>>3865535
Bed bow bird. BBB

>>3865556
Anon. This is our honeymoon. I am pretty sure in this case, pleasure comes before work

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>>3865561
Bed a bow bird?

>>3865566
Wouldnt mind if we do!

>>3865535
>Travel the city and enjoy the sights and local flavour as well as purchase various things

This out honeymoon we can get up early tomorrow and go see the master bowmaker

>>3865535
>>Travel the city and enjoy the sights and local flavor as well as purchase various things

A smile begins to creep upon your lips as you remain silent in thought and Obella’s brow furrows and she gives you a queer look, sitting up and resting a hand upon your chest, “Why do you look at me like that?” she asks with a slightly annoyed tone. You laugh, and she hits your chest a few times in playful protest at your silence otherwise and yelps when you catch her and swing her about your body and onto her back and mount her from above. She stares up at you with a pout upon her lips though her fingers are quick to the laces of your breeches as you hike up her skirts and she releases your manhood from the grasps of your smallclothes, with a single thrust you enter her and her face melts, a small gasp of pleasure escaping her lips before you catch it with a deep kiss your tongues dancing upon each other. Your thrusts grow more hurried after a time but you slow and pull from her grasps and roughly flip her over to lie upon her stomach Obella offering her rear up to you with a glance over her shoulder of lust and desire and fingers dug deep into the bed. Truly her body was an elegant and beautiful thing, the curves of her hips complementing her well toned arse yet it remained soft and pliable beneath your hands, you wind up and slap her on the right, eliciting a yelp but one laced with pleasure. Again you enter her to hilt, her flesh glistens with sweat and the sweet secretions of her own sex that stuck to your clothes and manhood filling the room with the sickly sweet smell of passion. Her voice lifts as you continue your pace, and her body shudders against your own, her nails digging deeply into the sheets of the bed and her breath becoming ragged as you continue inside her despite the new tightness until you begin to feel your own pressure build. Her voice is purring moan as she urges you to fill her again, demanding it even with words that would make even the most illustrious of the pillow house mistresses about this city blush. With a quickened thrust you spill inside her, groaning as you do so, feeling her sex tighten around you again and her body shudder again and fall limp underneath you. You lean over, kissing her shoulder, attempting to catch your breath.

She turns her head, catching your eye with a single look and she smiles, “Seven above Brynden. If I was not been with child prior I certainly would have been after this trip.” You bark a laugh and she kisses your knuckles allowing the afterglow a moment longer before you fell from her and decided to seek out a bath. Obella is soon to join you, leaning back into your chest and placing your hands upon her stomach where your second child grew.

She turns slightly, catching you in a kiss that reminded you of your early days with her, nearly a year and a half ago in King’s Landing, the passion within her tent that lead to the love and marriage you experienced now. It may not be the end of things back home or the troubles you still allowed to weigh upon your mind, but at least for the fortnight, you could rekindle the passion that the months of war and distance had attempted to take from you.

“I would wish to see the Master Dracon first, if it is all the same to you Obella,” you say after a moment and she laughs in response.

“I had thought as much,” she says sweetly, her voice still tilted from your early bout, “As you wish husband, I know you value such things, have your family heirloom, I am sure our son will appreciate it someday,” she finishes squeezing your hand as it rested upon her belly.

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The streets of Lys were once a nightmare for you, they winded through the various tiers and subtiers of the city as if they were drawn by a child upon a piece of parchment and wantonly slapped about with the equal carelessness of said child. Now, with the help of Illiad and Mistress Allearion and your own somewhat foggy memory, you could navigate fairly easily. If you recalled correctly the more industrial side of town lied upon the third tier of the city, where most of the master craftsman and perfumers led their workshops and labs. However Master Dracon was closer to nobility than he was of the lowly craftsmen about this tier and instead was the curator of a museum dedicated to old Valyria and the dragons of old upon the fourth tier. The building itself was just as fanciful and gorgeous as the rest of the city, two sphinxes made of marble greet you at the gilded gates, each holding a black sword in one hand and standing upon a jade orb with the other roaring defiantly towards the sky. Another high peaked roof is held aloft by several pillars, each etched with scenes of battle, and tales of love from the old Valyrian legends, chased with gold and jewels in such a lavish display of wealth it almost made you queasy.

Illiad walks ahead of you again, Obella taking your hand as you exit the litter and stretch. The afternoon has brought about a cool sea breeze to run out most of the humidity of the day and Obella, and her hair, had been thankful for. The thick doors made of the same white wood from your rented chambers, also fitted with gold unsurprisingly, are opened by two pale lyseni men, more than like slaves of the Master Dracon. You grimace slightly at the sorrowful look Illiad gives them both, and you feel your tenseness at the sight of them. You both knew it would be something you would encounter here in the city, slaves outnumbered the freemen by nearly three to one last you had been told, potentially more in these days where peace was common. Sighing you push through the thought, would not be the first time you worked with a slaveowner, unlikely to be the last.

The museum itself is a gorgeous display of Valyrian culture, though in truth you feel it slightly lost upon you, you had never been one to know your histories in such a way beyond the generation behind you, who was King and when, and the names of your forefathers and the great Lords of House Malroy. Most impressively there is a black dragon skull hung from the ceiling of the rountda beyond the entrance, it roars with what you imagine was once a fierceness to cow the Lyseni but now only hung in silence within their museums, you stare upon it with awe for a moment and time almost feels lost with how it stares back.

A foreign tongue catches your attention and you lower your gaze to a man in noble garb, fat from wine and food but with features similar to your own. He speaks in Lyseni, waving furiously for his slaves to gather furniture and drink for his guests you catch but little else, you stops before you, grasping Illiad’s hand with both of his own and speaking in Lyseni to you and bowing deeply.

Illiad translates for him, “Lord, Lady, may I introduce to you. The illustrious curator of these halls, Master Dracon. He welcomes you to his home with open arms and heart. He apologizes for not being well versed in the common tongue enough to speak to you directly.”

Master Dracon rattles off another few things towards Illiad as he draws himself up to his full length again and folds his hands behind his back.

“Ah, and he is glad to see you have brought a translator as well. All too often the Westerosi forget such things, expecting the Lyseni to bend to their tongue and ways. A point of respect, upon both sides, yes?”

Master Dracon nods his head and turns on heel and with a flourish gestures for you to follow him into the next room. Again you keep a pace behind Illiad, as the four of you, and a number of slaves, travel through a hallway with vaulted ceilings painted with the scene of a great battle. Dragons fly about in numbers only story told of, their flame running from end to end of the great hall, men in the black scale of valyrian steel fight sword and sword with others of the same with hair of silver and eyes of violet. Master Dracon explains the mural, one of myth and legend, the museum is housed it what was previously a temple dedicated to the dragon gods of Valyria before it was overthrown by the Lyseni following the Doom. The great black dragon at the end of the hall coils itself around the architecture, breathing a black flame that engulfs nearly a third of the room. Illiad and Obella are enthralled by the old Master’s tales and knowledge of it all though you merely stare in wonder of it all. Your gods were the Seven, had been since birth, strange it was to think that once your family worshipped these gods that now remained forgotten except for a few.

You’re ushered into a side room at the end of it, off the main path of the rest of the museum where several servants are waiting with drink and food. A table with a white cloth waits before you and Master Dracon takes his position behind rolling up his sleeves to reveal black tattoos that nearly cover every inch of his skin, he rolls his neck and nods towards a servant who comes forward with an offered platter that is empty. You deposit a sack of nearly one thousand dragons upon it and he smiles as pleasantly as an elder man taking your money can without appearing greedy. He begins to speak again in Lyseni and Illiad begins to translate again.

“Lord, Master Dracon is happy for your patronage and thanks you profusely for your donation to his museum and the histories and lineages that House Malroy has given regarding their time in Westeros as provided by your Citadel. In exchange the Master Dracon is happy to aid you in his primary craft, that of turning dragonbone into works of art.”

You nod slightly and snap your figures, Ser Victor comes forward from behind you laying the length of dragonbone upon the table and does to unwrap it though is shooed away by Dracon. He carefully peels away the linens that you had carefully stashed the old family heirloom in and gasps lowly when he lays his eyes upon it in all of its beautiful splendor and glory. He snaps off a few orders in his tongue and the servants begin to move behind him to provide him with his tools, he takes the better part of fifteen minutes muttering to himself, taking measurements, flipping the bone over several times before doing so in the opposite direction until he is upon the same face again and with some satisfaction upon his face. He leans towards one of the slaves and orders him off with his scroll where the numerous measurements had been recorded and he finally looks up at you, running his hands over the length of the dragonbone as he speaks again.

“Lord, the Master Dracon says that this is indeed true dragonbone, and an exquisite example of such as well. More specifically it is of the wing, pliable, yet stronger than steel. He asks you what you wish for it to become.”

“A bow,” you state firmly and Illiad says the same and Master Dracon’s eyes light up and his face turns into a devilish smile. He snaps his fingers a few times and a book is brought before him which he leafs through quickly, pulling a parchment here and there before putting some back and leaving others back. He mutters to himself several times before settling upon two parchments that look more blueprints than anything else and he puts them before you for Illiad to translate as he speaks.

“Lord, the Master Dracon says the size and available materials would lend itself well to these two particular style of bow. The likes of which that the Westerosi back in your Steadhold would have never seen before or may have ever conceived. These are bows of Old Valyria herself, the greatbow and the horse bow of extraordinary quality.”

Master Dracon goes on for a while longer, explaining the intricacies of each bow and his own personal flair based upon the colors and symbolism of your House. The little details and items that you would have never even considered and the prayers that he would enscroll into either to represent the dragon gods that they would honor or serve. Illiad keeps up the best he can at the end but eventually the choice comes to you as you stare upon your choices with eyes alight with wildfire.

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Dragonbone Bow Options:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gduVLvtxDvpbxkhy2HlH-ohHZo0LT891nd4OeejSnHI/edit?usp=sharing
Please refer to the above document for the statistics, fluff, and differences between the two bows that Brynden may choose from. Please do note, you may only pick one and it will be your permanent heirloom.

Which bow would you like Master Dracon to build?
>The Dragonbone Horse Bow
>The Dragonbone Greatbow

Just so everyone is aware the coin and "histories" has long since been paid for, that was just explaining the wealth and influence that went into purchasing Dracon's services.

>>3865663
>The Dragonbone Horse Bow
As much as I'd love a giant fuck you bow for tourney shooting, a horse bow is actually just the only choice both for practical war and for our family lineage.

>>3865663
>The Dragonbone Greatbow

>>3865663
>The Dragonbone Greatbow

For the longest time I was very strongly in the horse bow camp, but the longer I think about it, the more I think an heirloom should be fitting for the family rather than the individual. The odds of our descendants being horse archers? Slight. The odds of them being regular archers? Much higher in my view. But after reading the descriptions, the great bow will make for a more impressive weapon to pass on to our heir(son?)

>>3865663
>>The Dragonbone Horse Bow

>>3865671
are you sure about the lack of horse archers? Our sigil is a horse, we'll always have a mounted contingent. I'd like to hear your argument because i actually agree, that the heirloom should fit the family, and we're more likely to have horse-archers than regular old archers

>>3865663
DB Greatbow

>>3865663
>The Dragonbone Greatbow

>>3865671
I agree. Brynden is an outliner. It should fit our children and our grandchildren. And its not like we cant use our excellent horse bow we already got

>>3865671
Nigger our family sigil is a horse. We breed horses. We will literally cry if our children don't like horses. We're gonna have plenty of horse archers in our line.

>>3865683
>>3865678
There is a big difference between being a knight like our family has always been and being a hose archer

>>3865685
>being a knight
I don't really know what you mean by this, do you mean being a martial house or what?

>>3865689
Knight genrally fight on horseback. Our family were not horse archers. Brynden is so far the only member i can think of that is.

Our horse sigil is just to show that we are a horse breeder/knights.

>>3865678
I mean obviously nothing is for certain but Brynden is the first "Horse Archer" in his family, something he learned from the Dothraki in his time with the Second Sons if I remember correctly. While our future children will no doubt have the Sons of Gold teach them how to shoot from horseback, I just don't see it that likely that horse archers become a common place type of unit, even in such a metropolitan house like House Malroy is currently. I could see our sons becoming knights, or archers, or perhaps both, but it goes against the cultural norm of Westeros. Especially if we foster any of our sons somewhere, odds are they will be more traditionally Westerosi than their very worldly father. That's not to say it couldn't happen, I just think it's far less likely.

>>3865683
Most of our family were knights proper, not sellswords. We absolutely breed the best horses around, and our children will most definitely be great riders, but that doesn't correlate with horse archery in Westeros, it leans towards knighthood.

>>3865663
>The Dragonbone Greatbow

>>3865663
>>The Dragonbone Greatbow

Alright going to call it here after 20 minutes. Counting votes.

>>3865663
>>The Dragonbone Greatbow

>2 posts into the opening
>already remember why this quest is my favourite
Dad, you're so good at setting a tone. It's like I'm on the ship with the boys and know them all by heart. Illiad is my man.

And the Greatbow wins it 6-2. Kind of surprised by that but the argument that a family heirloom should be for the line rather than the individual has a point.

Writing.

>>3865717
Yeah for real. Loved everything about Lys and the little character moments. And the lewd scene, damn, that raw passion between Brynden and Obella was illustrated so well without venturing into sex for sex sake. Always appreciated that.

Makes it worth the wait when dad comes home.

>>3865736
Honestly the smut did nothing for me, but that might be because I'm drunk and the sentences were quite long.

The tone setting always feels like coming home, though.

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Haha I didn't even want to vote for this issue.
Should he name the heirloom now or after it's been blooded?

First for naming it after Goldsong! Or maybe in honour of our family and our blood vengeance that we are going to enact with it?

Maybe Bloodsong? I don't know, but I think we should wait until after it's blooded, but it's never to early to brainstorm.

>>3865754
>>3865747
The Blackbow obviously.

>>3865768
>>3865754
The Horse's Hoof
Cuz it's got kick

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>>3865775
>>3865768
>>3865754
Why not Scorpion. It'll hit like one! Also Obella is a black scorpion too.
Though it doesn't really fit with House Malroy. Forget it.

Real quick, need an Illiad roll.

Please roll 9D6 (5D+2B Bargain + 2B Worldly) for Persuasion(Bargain).

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

>>3865828

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

>>3865828

Rolled 3, 6, 6, 1, 5, 2, 5, 6, 2 = 36 (9d6)

>>3865828

Rolled 5, 2, 2, 5, 2, 5, 2, 1, 2 = 26 (9d6)

>>3865828

>>3865829
24
>>3865834
24
>>3865835
26

Thank you.

>>3865848
Illiad don't fucking play

“Illiad tell Master Dracon my interest is with the Greatbow,” you say after a moment of consideration. As much as the horse bow interested you personally, the dragonbone bow would be an heirloom for your family, for your line long beyond yourself and as much as you were a horse archer, one without peer as well, it would be a long time until another of your kin went down such a path particularly in Westeros. The greatbow meanwhile would be something, even if your son and grandsons, were not archers themselves, that would strike an imposing figure within their hands, reminding all of Lord Brynden Malroy and how we brought House Malroy back from the brink and built it into the power it was.

Your finger taps the blueprint a few times as Illiad speaks to Master Dracon who claps his hands happily at your decision before snapping his fingers and two slaves come to collect the dragonbone and the blueprint itself. Dracon speaks to Illiad at length without need of your word for a moment longer and you look about the room, filled with portraits of the dragonlords of the past. You only able to recognize one, a portrait of King Aegon V Targaryen and his wife. Obella slips beside you and leans her head upon your shoulder.

“I would think such a portrait would be in King’s Landing still,” she says sadly, “Though I do suppose I would be surprised if any such things survived the Usurper and his dogs,” she sighs and continues, “All the same the King did cut a dashing figure in his youth, perhaps we should have such a portrait commissioned before all of your rogueish good looks leave you.”

You hum lowly, hearing but not responding fully, a slight nod allowed as you stare into the violet eyes of the former King. It is an odd thing for you, since returning home many had associated you with the Targaryens, your family were loyalist after all, but you were… Not different persay. Your uncle still served the dragon, Seven Obella seems to as well at time. But your views were more muddled, time away from home and indifference towards a Crown that had done little for you. The new regime was antagonistic at times, outright hostile at others, and in some occasions, such as in Dorne, manipulative and used you as an example. Perhaps it would be best to keep to your own in the years that will follow the Red Bastard’s fall. Or you could use your new found strength to build yourself a place within the new regime, with some help of course.

You sigh, casting an eye to the length of hallway that exits the room with more portraits. You casually stroll down it, passing by more and more faces you do not know until you reach the end where a silver haired young boy with a girl barely able to walk by his side is staring up at a portrait of King Aerys II Targaryen. The boy looks back at you curiously, as if he looked to speak to you before he recognized the pin upon your breast and his eyes widened, but instead of wonder they spoke of anger, defiance, hatred. If it was not for the violet in them you would have sweared he was some Lyseni slave child but he looked eerily familiar. Though you were hardly allowed the thought before Master Dracon hurries down the hallway shooing them away in his tongue to which the boy responded angrily in High Valyrian before stalking off, the young girl in tow.

Shaking your head you return to the antechamber where your dragonbone had once been and Master Dracon bows his head muttering out apologies repeatedly, saying how their mother will be beaten for allowing her children into the sights of such nobility, before quickly turning the conversation to how long it would take for the bow to be completed and thanking you for your patronage. Your leave is rather hurried but all the same you left somewhat befuddled by Master Dracon’s actions but equally unphased by them, Lyseni were a strange lot after all and you had little doubt he would have that poor child’s mother beaten, if she was even alive.

Victor mounts up his horse and goes ahead of your litter and you spend a moment longer with Obella and Illiad, enjoying their pleasant company. Your Lady-Wife is more curious of the markets and Illiad is giving her any and all information that he possibly can about them. Of course she wishes to purchase some perfume, and try as he might your dear friend is unable to persuade her from the Orlisis’ product in particular much to your quiet chagrin. He changes the subject to Lysene tapestries, speaking to one artist in particular he things she will enjoy and they plan their route tomorrow and the next few days to see them all. You merely watch from the litter, staring out from the window towards the Narrow Sea, mind elsewhere.

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Day 25, Month X - 285AC ~ Mid-Day
Lys - The Perfumed Street

The past few days, while enjoyable, have been little more than a blur for you as Obella takes full advantage of her time in Lys to purchase various wares and the like for Steadhold, herself, and you. Much to your relief she was not partial to any particular fragrance that the Orlisis family produced, instead picking something that you had never smelled before, so while you still had a headache from it, it did not make you sick to your stomach and cloud your mind with the past. Obella had also managed to find you several new doublets, a cloak, and a pair of riding boots that you yourself had even fancied. Meanwhile, her and her ladies had come into a litany of new dresses, slippers & sandals, jewelry, trinkets, and other silly things you could hardly keep track of at this point. Illiad as well had benefited, having been fitted for a new pair of finery that was more befitting his station as your Master-of-Commerce in Steadhold. You knew he would never accept the title of Lord, even if it was of nothing, too many old things whipped into his head, but at the very least you could see him dressed as one. He picked up a few new bottles of dye as well, deigning to color his moustache gold and his goatee purple upon your return to the manse tonight with Julianna’s help.

For the most part you had kept your spending limited, buying a few things here and there, a new sword belt as a gift for Victus, some toys for Lorelei, a scabbard made of black lizardlion leather for Dontos, and hardly anything for yourself mostly leaving that in your loving wife’s hands. Occasionally Victor or Barq Zos would appear with some backalley swill and the lot of you would try it, wish for death, and then decide whether or not it was the worst. Currently you held the frontrunner, something called ryewine, barrel aged, but in what sort of barrel you had no idea, frankly it tasted as if it were a barrel of millipedes.

Obella had stopped at an art gallery nearly an hour ago, and the two of you were strolled through a showing of a Shayla of Lys, an elderly slave whose master was a patron of the arts, her work mostly centered around tapestries that were weaved in intricate ways, not the typical things you would expect, the two of you stood before one of a striking red that she had fallen in love with for how it reminded her of her family’s colors and vaguely of her aerial silks. Illiad had taken to negotiating with her Master over the price in Obella’s stead in Lyseni, occasionally telling her figures which she would outright refuse and tell Illiad a new price and the process would repeat.

Illiad of Myr’s Persuasion(Bargain)
DCs: 15,18,21
Rolls: 24,24,26
>Success, three degrees.
>Success, two degrees.
>Success, two degree.

Though eventually, whether it was through the stubbornness of your wife or Illiad’s own, they were able to haggle the man down to a price far below what it had been worth, though most of which would have been given to Shayla herself. The master looked disgruntled as his pittance was handed to him by Illiad whereas Obella handed a healthy purse to the elder woman. Likely the both gambled that she was too valuable to strike or cause harm to seeing how talented and elderly she was. Though truly you could not say, some slavemasters had more anger than sense when swindled in such a way. All the same the tapestry is taken down and carefully packed away to return home with you much to Obella’s delight. Obella and her ladies decide to take lunch together and you instead go find something else with your Sons and Illiad.

“Have you seen any men selling hawks Illiad?” you ask as the five of you settle in to perhaps the most rundown winesink you have found yet.

“A few Lord, though only one seemed to have birds of quality,” he says after a moment of disgust at the wine you had been served. Yanno laughs before nearly retching himself, and Barq Zos smiles at you all knowing he had taken the lead.

“We will make our way there then after, assuming we are not lying dead from this Lysene poison Barq Zos has decided to inflict upon us.”

“Might’s well be bleedin’ strangler, fookin’ hells Zos,” Victor says coughing and hacking.

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You gargle the chilled sweet wine you had bought from a moving vendor along your way to the third tier of the city and spit it to rid your mouth of the foul taste of that hell hole’s wine. Though it does little to help. Illiad had precurred some horses for you, though they were of questionable quality compared to your own, and the five of you road through the bustling streets towards the hawker. Victor, Yanno, and Barq Zos break off slightly before, though remain nearby as you aid Illiad in climbing from his saddle and getting footed again upon his crutch. The shop is smaller on the outside than it is on the inside, and you soon realize it is closer to an aviary than some exotic pet vendor with birds with clipped wings in cages attempting to steal your coin. You cast your eyes upwards and see a number of birds lounging, some bickering over a scrap of meat, and more still casually flying from perch to perch to watch you enter.

>>3865899
Damn man. Poor Viserys. I always wondered if he would have been such an angry child if he hadn't been exiled.

The man that greets you has some command of the common tongue, though it is mostly trade, which is enough to grant you the ability to speak for yourself with Illiad’s occasional help. He is a young man, and speaks excitedly about his birds, talking of the various raptors and their pros and cons and kit needed and how difficult some birds can be compared to others. When questioned on what a good starter bird would be he leads you towards a simple red-tailed hawk that jumps upon his arm with a simple whistle. He is a handsome bird but you press on to more difficult ones, just to see what the man may have. You have little command of such creatures, but Lucas Longwaters did, and if you knew your wife she would like a challenge, as absolutely horrifying for her as it may be. He offers you a goshawk, something that you had never heard of, though according to the young man is as brutal but lends itself better to someone with some training. He also has a few owls for sale as well, considerably less common for hawking.

Which bird would you like to get for Obella?
Please note Brynden will get the same bird so they can learn together.
>Red-Tailed Hawk (Easy)
>Goshawk (Hard)
>Horned Owl (Unknown Difficulty, just kind of neat.)

>Anything else we would like to go buy before I move on?

>>3865915
>Horned Owl
WHATS IN THE MYSTERY BOX?

>>3865899
Hi Danny and Viserys

>>3865915
>Goshawk (Hard)

>>3865915
>Red-Tailed Hawk (Easy)

>Anything else we would like to go buy before I move on?

Maybe comission a brooch of our family sigil to wear with our fine clothes ?

>>3865915
>>Red-Tailed Hawk (Easy)

>>3865915
>Red-Tailed Hawk (Easy)

Obella needs a simple animal to get her started. Once she learns to like one animal, we can start getting her used to other beasts Like one of our horses for example

>>3865914
>>3865920
I totally didnt pick up on that. Slick.

>>3865915
>Red-Tailed Hawk (Easy)
Something easy.

>>3865915
>>Goshawk (Hard)

>>3865915
>Horned Owl

>>3865915
>>Red-Tailed Hawk (Easy)

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>>3865915
>Anything else we would like to go buy before I move on?
A Valyrian type Tapestry or Statue as a souvenir from Lys that showcases our ancestry.

>>3865899
>cognized the pin upon your breast and his eyes widened
What's our pin shape as?

>>3865915
>>Red-Tailed Hawk (Easy)
Inb4 Obella's gypsy animal curse has the bird hating her while it basically acts like a flying dog for Brynden.

>"It brought me a dead rat!"
>"Well it's a hunting hawk, it's supposed to do that."
>It was rotting and it dropped it in my soup!"

>>3865961
House Malroy sigil most likely. Though why Viserys would be pissed at loyalists... Maybe it's not him? Could a Orlisis?

Alright Red-Tailed Hawk it is. They're both female birds so, name them if you want? Brynden will pick up some kit as well.

>>3865961
House Malroy sigil, so a horse.

>>3865957
Suppose I could have that done.

>>3865930
It was a little on the nose, but sometimes you guys miss that stuff.

Anyway, I'm going to write one more update for tonight and leave an overnight vote. I'm kind of struggling with updates tonight, and it's a big vote so it makes sense to end on.

>>3865980
name it Nymeria

>>3865915
>Horned Owl

Perhaps we can ask for feathers? Maybe we can make fancy arrows

>>3865980
Oops, too late, oh well I'd like to see if we can buy any curiosities like strange medicine, tonics, random powders and spices.
And the feathers of course

>>3865989
How abut Meleys? After the dragon known as the Red Queen?

>>3866007
Sure

“I will have the red-tails, two if you would, preferably two that get along,” you say tapping your chin through your goatee, “Oh and some kit as well.”

The merchant shakes his head happily and brings you along to the back where he keeps the majority of the kit and dealings with money. You pick some rather basic kit for yourself and Obella, lest her curse with animals continue and she finds herself unable to continue with the bird, and decide upon a rather nice glove to gift to Ser Lucas upon your return. He goes over the basic commands with you that all of his birds know, writes a list of their proper feed and exercise, and shows you the basics of how to hold the bird so that she does not lose her balance or attempt to attack you. Oddly enough it was strangely natural for you, suppose animals had always liked you after all and she is quick and easy to take scraps from your hands and return when called. You certainly hoped Obella would have such luck. You’re given two rather large cages, and a crate full of kit, feed, and various other things. You had been given a bundle of feathers as well, perhaps you old fletching skills would be able to make something out of them and make some decent arrows. Meeting up with Obella’s half of the litter again you hand them off to the servants and Obella squeals with joy at the handsome bird sitting in her cage, though still keeps her distance as to not frighten her. She kisses your cheek when you take your seat beside her and chatters happily about finally being able to like an animal. Though her optimism was high you still remained unsure of how far this curse of hers extended.

The litter begins to travel through the tiers of the city again, taking the long way to the manse through the fifth tier and you enjoy the evening weather and watching the bay bustle about with numerous ships, fat cogs and galleons, skiffs and the summer isler carved boats, and oddly enough a couple of Ironborn longboats, though you did not know the name of the Houses, you the heraldry and style of boat was recognizable enough. More than like some reavers employed by a Lyseni House to snuff out some pirates, though just as likely they themselves were the pirates. Bloody fucking ironborn. You shake your head of the idle thoughts and watch as a two cogs make dock, flying the lavender standard of the Orlisis family. You shudder at the memory again and turn away attempting to rejoin the conversation Illiad and Obella were having. Obella had commissioned a tapestry from a different maker, but one that told your family’s lineage from Aeson Malroy himself. According to her the records the Citadel had sent along with you had inspired her to do so, knowing full well such a thing did not exist within Steadhold already. It was a pleasant thought, perhaps your children would know their history far better than yourself with such a tapestry about.

Though you consider it you think better to ask if Victus would be included, knowing full well that while she did not dislike Victus and you would consider him a part of your family’s history, she may not, even as a dornishwoman.

Obella and Illiad break from you when you return to the manse, going to the dining hall for dinner though you instead return to the master suite, your head throbbing from the long day and the scent of perfume that lingered still. Obella leaves you with a kiss, telling you to take some rest and she will have a servant come up with some food and wine later. With half-lidded eyes you crawl into bed, managing to kick your boots from your feet and undoing your doublet. You would need to get some of these sheets for you think, and possibly a bigger bed as well. You frown when the smell of perfume still assaults your nose even being away from everyone and roll over and sit up. The annoyed look upon your face slowly turns to abject horror when you see the letter upon your pillow, your name written upon it in her flowy cursive script.

“Seven fucking Hells,” you mutter out, swinging your legs out and onto the side of the bed, burying your face in your hands and refusing to look at the letter, continuing to mutter curses over and over. At least Obella had not been in the room when you found it. Fucking Hells. You turn slightly and take a deep breath, picking the thing off of the bed in a single movement and bringing it to your lap where you stare at it, flipping it over a few times in your hand and running your finger across the lavender ink with the songbird pressed into it.

You could burn it. Never look at it. Pretend she merely does not exist as you always have. That your… Child did not exist. You allow a frustrated growl escape your lips grabbing the sides of your head as your headache worsened with the sudden stress of thought and the letter falls to the ground. Your breath is coming short, your body hanging over your knees fingers entangled in the silver of your hair. You looked a mess and felt it even worse.

Fucking. Hells.

You take a moment to catch your breath, eyes held tight. You could vomit. That sounds nice right about now. Slowly your eyes open and you look upon the letter again, it would not be such a simple thing to make her go away you knew. She was doing you a kindness by starting with a letter when she could very well have made an appearance here and forced you to her will. The latter is much more like her. So why the letter, the cloak and dagger. Extending a hand you pick it up, sitting up to your full length again and picking at the seal with your dirk and allowing it to hang for a moment when it finally comes free.

You steel your nerves, no going back.

”Lord Brynden & Lady Obella Malroy,

You and your Household have been formally invited to attend to Orlisis Masquerade Ball upon the 28th day of the Eleventh Month of your calendar, or rather in three days hence. We certainly look forward to your attendance, and hope your time in Lys thus far has been enjoyable.

With Regards,
The House of Orlisis

I do not come to you lightly Brynden. I have left you alone to raise our daughter by myself since you fled like a craven all those years ago to play war. But now she is in danger and I find myself in need of you. You have let me down once. Do not let down our daughter.

-Ysaeria”

A daughter. Seven Hells you had another daughter.

You barely hear the knock or see Obella when she enters the room. The letter hanging from your one hand, your other holding back the tears that had come from it.

“Brynden..?” she asks, coming to your side and wrapping her arms around you that you nearly shrink away from, giving her cause to give you an even more concerned look, “Brynden? Brynden what is that? Who is it from?”

Your voice catches. It was your last secret from her in truth. An act of craven cowardice and fear that caused you to run with Victus in your arms the moment you heard she had gotten with child. Nearly drank yourself to death in a gutter, attempted to sell Goldsong for more coin before Mason found you and pulled you from the brink. She had always left you alone, to know your penance for such actions was to never know your second-born. But now you did. And she needed you. But… Would Obella understand?

Tell Obella Everything?
>Yay
>Neigh

[End Chapter LX.i]

Alright vote is overnight, I will close it at 10AM EST. Sorry that the thread was really slow and the votes were all kind of eh. Just was struggling to get myself going much.

Thank you all for playing as always.

>>3866125
>Neigh

An old associate and former employeer has invited us.

>>3866125
>Yay

>>3866125
>Yay

>>3866125
>Yay
Truth and nothing but the truth.

>>3866125
>daughter is in danger
FUCK

>>3866150
Man as soon as it comes to family I always imagine Brynden having the biggest of weak spots.

If Obella hadn't walked in on us so visibly upset maybe we could try to hide it from her but I think the cats out of the bag now. God dammit.

The most tentative, hesitant and potentially regrettable
>yay

On absolutely no account should we be alone with Ysaeria at any time during this ball.

>>3866125
>>Yay

>>3866125
>Yay

>>3866125
>Yay

>>3866125
>Yay

>>3865835
>>3865848
That was a 28. Not that it made a difference, but I want to point out that Illiad is better than that anyway.

>>3866125
>Yay

Can I get a quick rundown why this is such a Big Deal?

>>3866518
She is our pissy ex and obella is gonna feel threaten by her.

>>3866523
So it's basically nothing just stuck between two possibly angry ladies

>>3866541
I think it is more of a personal issue for Brynden

>>3866523
>she's tugging at Bryndens biggest motivator
>Bryndens anxiety is getting the better of him

Voting is closed.

Dad I was wondering. In XXVI we financed some ships to be build by the Longwaters we would own 3 of them and get to name them. Did we ever name them? And if we do own them can we take them back to Steadhold after we've rebuild our port?
Could Obella take Lady Katerin Wence as handmaiden? To further entrench their loyalty to her.
Nice to see you again dad. We had fun at Uncle Joe's place but it's nice to be home again

>>3866589
When will the next update come ?

What's going to happen if Bryndens trueborn children are all girls? Is legtizimizing Victus a viable course of action? Or is Steadhold going to Lorelei's husband?

>>3868960
Obella told us to trust her on that

>>3868960
We just have to keep trying.

So whats the percentage on a threesome between Brynden, Obella and Ysaeria?

>>3871495
Zero

>>3871518
where is the faith anon ?

>>3871523
faith died with old Malroy, new malroy new hotness

>>3871526
Old Malroy never had a threesome between Obella and Ysaeria. New Malroy new hotthreesomeness.

>>3871526
I bet you wouldnt even want to join one of those high status Lyeseni orgies!

>>3871530
>>3871533
Old malroy is sellsword he'd be up and down on that shit from Bravos to Lyss, New malroy is lord malroy kicker of redshits and married lordling.

>>3871569
Boo! Boo i say!

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>>3871569
Married to a '''dornishwoman'''. That means paramours baby!

I had a weird idea. What if instead of legitimizing our bastards, we gave them a small amount of land, maybe a holding, and gave them a house name? Like a cadet branch

>>3871630
We've discussed this before concerning Victus. Dad said it's not done and would be looked down upon by other houses.

>>3871630
Thats how you get bastard Feudalism, do you want bastard feudalism? because thats how you get it.

besides adventurer Victus is best Victus

>>3871636
Happy Victus is best Victus

>>3871637
Victus murdering his trueborn siblings and assume command of steadhold and all of its lands after his fathers death is best Victus

>>3871646
I would pay good money for an honest to god house quest where the MC was ruthlessly ambitious.

>>3871649
Do you participate in House Reynold at all? If you haven't, it might be worth a shot. Were almost at a crossroads of murderering the heir to Fair Isle and possibly betraying the lady of our own house.

>>3871654
I did drop it after Character creation, Joe clearly had a good vision for what he wanted and it sounded great but the direction the players were thinking just wasn't doing it for me.

That said your tidbit is interesting so I may just start reading it again.

>>3871659
Every ruthless MC idea will be outvoted by a horde of sentimental fucks.

Joe has so far successfully managed to spin a convincing story of a brutal and outwardly callous knight who does what needs to be done to achieve his goals.

I already noted a couple vocal anons who are against helping the heir meet his end (and who knows how many more will crawl out of the woodwork come the vote), so you can affect that decision and entertain yourself.

Apologies to Father for hijacking the thread with this, as the latest Joe's thread is archived.

So, where did father go to ?

>>3871668
>sentimental fucks
I voted for being cautious and getting more opinions (like from our wife) not because I am sentimental, but because I am risk-averse.

>>3871668
>>3871668
He just went to the store guys....

I have been thinking that while we are at Lys we might do a little sleuthing on pirates troubling the Longwaters. We are short on coin for sellsails but we should trying to find information on the pirates and particularly the King Crab, a ship should not go unnoticed for so long. Maybe even this Ser Ambrose 'Malroy' while we are at it.

>>3871750
I think Dad said Ser Jon was going to be in charge of tracking them down , but it's never a bad idea to ask around.

That being said, I'm very worried about the threat to Visenyas life that we are going to likely have to aid in protecting. Plus Obellas shitstorm that is on the way.

>>3871760
Probably some power struggle within Lys where she is a target of opportunity or worse an inheritance issue where she is the main target.

I can see us taking her home with us for a few years until things calm down. Boy that's going to be fun.

>>3871792
I mean I kind of doubt it, but it's possible. She seemed to leave Brynden out of her child's life for long enough, and most Essosi dont do the whole fostering thing.

Also, assuming Obella doesnt leave for Sandstone immediately after this trip...

I think we are going to need to show Obella in a very open manner that we love her, not Lady Orlisis. Sex if Obella allows it, holding her hand when we meet her again, introducing Obella in some grandiose way such as...

May I introduce my wife, Lady Obella Qorgyle, Lady of Steadhold and Keeper of my heart" or some other kind of cheesy way to let Obella feel like she won the "battle for bryndens heart" because I think that's the best way to play it. Shes jealous and competitive, so we have to let her win.

The daughters mother basically runs the damn place, this all smells like a massive trap.

Having an in with the Lyseni high families would be invaluable in the future. The very least we can do is reconcile with an old friend and lover. If it works out House Malroy could be the connection to Westeros for silks, perfumes, fruits of all kinds... and Lys could get horses, wood, and variety of things from Westeros. I call it: The Lysene Connection.

>>3871994
they could also be a great help against Tycho Osten

>>3872542
Remind me who that is?

>>3872660
ourr enemy in essos. redshit is supplyig him slaves

From what Ive gathered, Obella is far more likely to be pissed at what Brynden did than at the fact that lady Orlisis was his lover. She cares a great deal about Brynden's children legitimate or not.

For someone who cares so deeply about their family to run away like an actual craven after fathering a child is incredibly disturbing.

Of course we dont know the full details, save that Ysaeria can be forceful and overbrearing.

Much remains to be seen with regards to Ysaeria's disposition, but improving our relationship with her can only be beneficial. There is no question that we have to help our daughter.

As for threesomes, its not as far out there as you might originally expect. Obella clearly doesnt mind sharing our marriage bed on occassion. And I think that the majority of her dislike for Gisselle stemmed not entirely from the fact that she was a rival, but more from the type of person Obella percieved her to be. Obella despises meek westerosi ideal women as being weak willed vapid cum recepticles fit only to produce children endlessly. She herself of course is a competent woman of action and intruige destined for far greater things than a mere broodmare.

Whoever Ysaeria is, she will at least be worthy of Obellas respect. As long as we are careful to maintain her supremacy in our relationship things should be fine. Assuming of course that Ysaeria doesnt actively hate us. And even if she does stepping up and saving our daughter could go a long way to fixing that.

Dontis will be pissed, but hopefully his own hypocracy wont get the better of him.

>>3872716
As a further point, Obella seems to thrive on challenge, adversity, and competition. Ysaeria would certainly provide that.

Also, having someone competent to look after your husband if you die is just common sense.

>>3872716
I mean you bring up some interesting points, but by and large I have to say I disagree with you on almost everything.

Obella absolutely is the jealous type, and Father has stated so numerous times. Hes also said that this woman is the only women Obella will feel genuinely threatened by. So let's just drop the talk of threesomes now, and the idea of Brynden having a "back up" should Obella die is likely to end up with us being poisoned by those scorpions we bought for our wife in an ironic twist of fate before she absconds with our daughter back to Dorne

That is of course, if Father has not been eaten

>>3872728
I would argue that Obella is jealous not of Brynden's sexual attention, but of her standing in his regard and councel. Of her place for lack of a better term.

And at this point I cant imagine anyone usurping Obella in Bryndens regard. Except perhaps his percieved duty to house and family.

Of course it all may be moot regardless as lady Orlisis might be holding a very understandable grudge.

However, I can scarcely believe Obella would murder Brynden unless he flat out jilted her in favor of another woman. Which noone is going to vote for even if Yesaeria comes with a billion gold dragons and the keys to the iron throne.

>>3872876
Dad has stated that Obella will dislike Ysaeria and will consider her a rival for Brynden.

>>3872716
Well said!

>>3872880
-at first! Before we convince them both to make love not war.
We just have to assure that her place in Brynden's heart is set in stone.

>>3872919
Anon that is not going to happen.

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>>3872922
Ha! Not with that attitude! Don't worry.
Anon, everything will be great.

>>3872880
At this point there functionally is no rival to Obella. None.

It would take a flatly phenominal set of advantages for the player base to consider choosing someone over our beloved HDW. To the point where telling Giselle and Obella to Begone would have been a foregone conclusion during the marriage debates.

Brynden isnt Rhaegar, his marriage is tempestuous but happy. And his cock firmly belongs to his wife. If she so much as frowns harder than expected Brynden will simply help his daughter and then be on his way never to see Ysaeria again.

And from the intensity of his reactions that might not be an entirely bad thing.

>>3873029
I SAID OBELLA NOT BRYNDEN.

FUCKING READ.

>>3872728
This. Don't even fucking try it with the threesome shit, it will not work.

>>3873090
Makes me want to do it even more.

>>3873053
Seething

>>3872876
>>3873029
People might vote any number of ways depending on how Father presents Ysaesria and Bryndens feelings for her. But in the past hes said this could get very messy. So to say Obella has no competition is doubtful.

As a side note, I dont know where anons get the sense that Obella is fine with Brynden sleeping around? Was there a previous experience that I'm forgetting about here or is it just because shes Dornish?

>>3872728
This was me btw.

>>3873238
We should definitely keep Ysaesria at arm's length. But our obligations to our daughter, wherever is in danger or not, and the political and financial gains of an alliance with the Orlisis family are to great to ignore her invitation and plead for help.

I don't see a romantic or sexual relationship with Ysaesria being posible or desirable, that ship sail long ago. But however jealous Obella can be I don't think she will discard the chance of making the Orlisis family an allied. We just have to do our part to reassure her this is about our daughter and the benefit of our House.

I miss father..

>Oh she is a jealous creature. She's fine she is the one that brings the other woman into the bedroom but she'll still demand the majority of the attention. But she'll probably want Brynden's whoring to stop, if not she'll see it as a go ahead to maintain 'sleeping with the target' in her spy game. She doesn't care about Cecilia's child, just as much as she doesn't care about Victus, what is done is done.

Thread XXIII has a lot of neat tidbits like this one. Seems to me like it's a bad idea to be the one to bring a third wheel up, but that's just my take on it.

>>3873317
You know who would love Brynden no matter what ? A pure, wise and loving andal woman with long blond hair instead of that dornish manstealig sow!

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>>3873369
#helenaceltigargangriseup

In all honesty though, I think of all the women Brynden could have married, Obella is the best equipped to deal with our current situation.

>>3873382
Honestly HDW is a meme that's become real trash and flanderises any attempt to make a dornish woman interesting.

It's a miracle father actually managed to make Obella intresting

>>3874305
This to be quite honest.
But this quest was made like in 2015 so that was before the whole thing became played out.

>>3874374
That's why it works post-Malroy you can't have a asoiaf quest without some insipid test mentioning the HDW.

Hey everyone. Just want to apologize profusely for dropping the ball this past week. Something deeply personal came up and I've been all out of sorts and just in no mood to write or reach out and it's just been a mess.

There will be a short run tomorrow, Thursday, 17 Oct at 3 PM EST. And again sorry.

>>3874938
Hope you're alright, dad.
Also >2 runs (albeit short ones) in 8 days
It's like the good old days

>>3874938
Stay strong brother.

>>3874938
No need for apologies Dad. We'll always be here whenever you want to run, take all the time you need

>>3874938
No problem mate. You and your personal life always go before strangers on the internet. You have nothing to apologise for

Man oh man, I've been rereading some of the olds threads and Obella is going to want to foster Lorelei in Dorne st the Water Gardens...

>Seven save her soul

>>3876380
That’ll be pretty based. She’ll be able to make connections with the all upcoming nobility of Dorne and the free cities.

>>3876388
Our poor innocent and sweet daughter will be corrupted by this foreign influence!

Alright everyone, I'm sorry but I'm still not doing well enough to write today. I think I need some time off, I've taken a few weeks at work to get myself sorted and I think I'll probably need to do the same here as well.

So in short, I'm going to put the quest on a brief hiatus while I get my stuff figured out and get in a better headspace to write and be healthy in general.

Again, apologises. My intention is to update on twitter when I'll be able to run next. Quest isn't ded, just going through some stuff.

Ded quest

>>3876639
We'll be here when you get through whatever your working through and feel better Dad. Your health and well being is more important than our entertainment, and I hope all goes well for you

>>3876639
It’s all good! Take all the time you need to get yourself straight

>>3876639
take care man