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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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--- 30/09/281 “Dawn” ---

Morning had come early to you, awaking just before the crack of dawn as you left the warmth of your bed and wife in order to stoke the fire and get it crackling with flames rather than just the glow of orange embers. Once the flames were alive and jumping to your satisfaction, you’d dressed yourself in simple woolen garb and left your chambers, making for a door just down the hallway where Cerenna and the wetnurse were currently with Marqus. You’d knocked politely at first, then slightly louder and soon you find Holly the wetnurse opening the door sleepy eyed and after a brief request she disappears for but a moment before returning with a bungle of grey cloth in which was swaddled your infant son which she places in your arms before yawning and closing the door, evidently to return to her slumber.

You sat near the fire, with your bare feet propped up on a small stool near enough to the flames that you occasionally had to move them to prevent a sharp pain from slowly creeping up on you from the heat. You cradled your son as he slept and couldn’t help but stare at the boys face and a smile forced it’s way onto your face as you stroked a small piece of bright red hair off of his closed eyelid. He was nearly two months old now, and growing every day at a rate that you couldn’t believe. Only just the other day when you’d been a guest of Lantell Manor once again he’d smiled at you for the first time. An adorable, toothless gummy smile followed by a small quiet coo that had made your heart pound in your chest with a sense of pride and happiness, although in your quieter moments alone since then you’d often wondered if your own father had felt the same watching you as an infant. Marqus was a bawdy child, quick to anger or scream if something was wrong but Maester Aethan assured you that was a good sign, for he was also robust and strong.

When he wasn’t sleeping you could see his eyes watching you when you held him, and looking into them you could see the same eyes his mother had. They had the look of old blood, of nobility in them and it gave you a sense of contentment to know that your son was born with a true name. Not that of a bastard or a bastards children like Hill, Rivers or Flowers, but that of a noble family. One that might have been new by the standards of nobility, but it had roots that went as far back as the first men if Alyssa was to be believed. Marqus Reynold you would often whisper to yourself when you held him. A strong name for a strong boy.

Family mattered to you. Perhaps it was because you’d grown up with so little of it, and that which you’d had you’d likely have been better off without and you wrestled with the memory of your father, for he had made you into the man you were today and had he not have been a malicious drunk you might never have risen so high on the social ladder. Yet, certain memories still plagued your dreams and no boy should have to sleep in fear of being killed by his own fathers hand. You weren’t your father you knew. Alyssa had told you as much after you’d confessed to her some of the darker aspects of your past and the faith she had in you to raise your son into a man was a warm comfort when you felt haunted by Orlick’s shade.

“Look at me now Father. You always said I wouldn’t be anything. That I’d never be anything more than you were and here I am.” You whispered into the flames, cradling Marqus just a little tighter as if to shelter your son from the mention of your father.

It was true, family mattered to you but legacy perhaps mattered more. You had a son with a noble name, but that wasn’t enough for you. You wanted land, title and anything else that could be taken and handed down to your him, to your family. You could have easily taken your horse and armour and found yourself back in the life of a hedge knight with little complaint, but you had something much more important to guide your actions now. Tygon’s offer was a dangerous one, but the promise of reward was a tempting one. If he would land you, giving you a piece of land and a tower or small keep with the title that came with such an office, perhaps it would be worth the life of some nobleman who had no right to be leading men into battle except for the condition of his birth You’d killed for less truth be told as you remember killing ser Herman Swyft for insulting your wife and squire, or the innocent daughter of Ser Samwell Serrett who you’d killed to start a war. Alyssa played a part in your thoughts as well, as she also craved a home to call her own you knew. She often jealously spoke of Joanna, Andrea and Elyse and their status as the “Lady of whatever castle they lived in”. Yet she had been fearful, for the plot Elleanor was involved in was a dangerous one in and of itself and to hear her tell it, plotting against Tywin Lannister was a death sentence.

These plots twisted around each other like snakes, until the threads became so entangled they resembled a rats nest to your eyes. Killing Sebaston Farman would please Tygon, but infuriate Ellenor even if you didn’t get caught in the act. Meanwhile ensuring that no child came from the marriage of Joanna and Sebaston would likely be enough to ingratiate Lord Tywin to you, or so Alyssa hoped.

“What kind of lord would reward a man for killing one of his subjects sons” you thought? Rumours about the Lord of Casterly Rock were innumerable about how ruthless he was, how he did not tolerate rebellion of treason, and the fate of your family was in your hands. Betraying Elleanor could be just as life threatening as committing to her cause, for you had seen the vast stores of herbs, medicinal and poisonous, that Maester Aethan kept in his stores, and who would mourn for you except for your wife? Tygon perhaps, but few others amidst those who called Ember Peak your home.

Your wife stirring breaks the depth of your thoughts and you see her eyes open as you turned your head to look at her, and you rejoin her on the feather mattress placing Marqus between the two of you and you revel in the morning quiet knowing full well that by noon you would be jousting once more, and after that you would likely be intermingling with people who were scheming even now as the castle slept…


--- 30/09/281 “Noon” ---

You were armed and armoured and sat astride Triumph waiting until the previous bout had ended before lightly digging in your spurs and riding to your designated post. Tyrus was hung over, brutally so but he did his duty well enough considering how pale and sick he looked. He had thrown up his breakfast before starting to assist you and you chuckled to yourself as you remember your experiences of getting well and truly stinking drunk. He buckled the straps of your armour and after you mounted handed you your shield and finally your lance and you sat upright looking at the splendour of the spectacle that Lord Farman had put on display for his smallfolk to see. Pennants flew in the wind this way and that and the clamour of the masses was a dull roar even obstructed as your hearing was by your helmet. You could also smell the commotions, the unwashed bodes, the roasting meat, horseshit and all the other smells that went hand in hand with tournaments.

The name of your opponent, Ser Steffon Swyft, was in your mind and you had a slightly uneasy feeling about having to compete against another member of that family. Ser Herman may have only been a cousin to the main branch of Cornfield, but there was still potential for insult there. You’d seen an older man who looked to be nearing his fifties talking with Ser Tygett Lannister before the lion had taken his leave of Fair Isle, and you then learned that he was the Knight of Cornfield, Ser Harys Swyft. A chinless man, who looked equally spineless, although you’d been told by some of your men that Ser Steffon was at the very least a capable knight.

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Triumph pawed at the ground as you saw Ser Steffon, clad in armour that was enamelled in a fine and vibrant yellow, with a blue rooster picked out in Lapis Lazuli on his breast plate. A blue rooster sat cawing on his helm and streamers of blue and yellow adorned his lance while you waited for the joust to begin. You looked to the box where your family sat and looked down to your right wrist where your wifes favour was tied around your gauntlet and you flexed your grip on the lance that you held high as a herald stood at his podium and held out a flag and the crowd roared it’s excitement and the herald waited for the storm to calm before allowing the blue cloth to fall to the ground and you kicked in your spurs and Triumph whinnied in excitement as you charged towards Ser Steffon…

Can I get 5D6 for fighting please?

Rolled 4, 3, 2, 1, 6 = 16 (5d6)

>>3882175

Rolled 2, 3, 5, 5, 6 = 21 (5d6)

>>3882175

Rolled 6, 5, 4, 5, 5 = 25 (5d6)

>>3882175

>>3882210
What an absolute chad. Steffon's gonna have to pay up.

And Mervyn's shit kicking of House Swyft continues. Alright and I also need 5d6 for animal handling

Rolled 5, 4, 4, 5, 4 = 22 (5d6)

>>3882235
Watch me roll a critfail

Rolled 3, 4, 2, 6, 1 = 16 (5d6)

>>3882235

Rolled 2, 4, 6, 3, 1 = 16 (5d6)

>>3882235

Not even a chance. Mervyn making some sweet dosh over here. Alright writing!

Mervyn putting a child in joanna before the wedding when?

--- Joust Round 1 ---

Ser Mervyn: 21 vs DC: 10
Three Degrees of Success
Ser Steffon’s Animal Handling: 14 vs DC: 15
Result: Ser Steffon unhorsed

Ser Steffon: 16 vs DC: 13
One Degree of Success
Ser Mervyn’s Animal Handling: 18 vs DC: 9
Result: Ser Mervyn keeps his seat

Victor: Ser Mervyn Reynold

Some might call him a capable knight, but you were something more than capable. You were a man with a grudge against this family as you remember Ser Herman Swyft and how he’d met his end at your hand after attempting to cow Tyrus and insulted your wife. That rankled you as the distance between the two of you grew shorter and shorter and the suspense for the impending thunderclap of lance upon shield grew near. You didn’t know how Ser Steffon was related to Ser Herman but you couldn’t care less. That preening arrogant waste of a man had been related to your current opponent before you’d smashed his fucking skull in. He’d wanted your wife and your position and you could feel your blood boil as your lance punches into the mans shield with an absolute fury, knocking him cleanly off of his horse in a single pass while his own lance thudded dully off of your own. You wheeled Triumph about and roared at the crowd, throwing off the shattered remains of your lance in celebration and you watch as Ser Steffons squire rushes out onto the field to assist him. You think to yourself that you were going to enjoy ransoming back his armour as he was going to have to grovel and pay a handsome fee to get it back.

You ride over to the box and open your visor, bowing before your family and giving Alyssa a wink as you made a quiet show of flashing her the favor you wore on your wrist and she blows you a chaste kiss before propping up Marqus and turning him so he could see you. Even at two months of age he was being exposed to knighthood and you had a feeling that he may grow to perhaps even surpass you in time. Given access to Master at Arms, proper training and diet among all of the other advantages you had managed to acquire for him, he would likely excel. You had not forgotten that Lord Mathis Rowan had offered to foster the boy, and it was something Alyssa said would be of the utmost importance. There would be other children there and the potential of future alliances was the reason for fostering amongst the nobility she’d explained at length. It wasn’t something you looked forward to, but even the nobility had things about their lives that made them difficult you thought.

A quick talk with a herald reveals that you’d be jousting against Ser Austin Osgrey next, your own man and the one who’d defeated you at Tygons wedding, although it wouldn’t be for some time and that left you with an opportunity to further gain a better understanding of what action you would take in the days to come…

--- What to do while we wait? ---
>Visit with Tygon and Sebaston
>Visit with Lord Titus Reynold
>Visit with Lady Elleanor Reynold
>Write in(Something Else)

>>3882334
>That's how I'll save our house, she can't make that damned Reyne child if she's fat with a bastard.

>>3882359
>Write in
MOAR JOUST

>>3882359
>visit joanna and farman

>>3882359
>>Visit with Lady Elleanor Reynold

>>3882359
>>Visit with Lady Elleanor Reynold
I want to see if her plan has fallen apart yet

>>3882359
>visit joanna

Tie between Joanna and Elleanor at the moment so I'll elaborate a little further.

Talking with Joanna will be learning about Ser Sebaston and some insight from her about his habits and who he is as a person

Talking to Elleanor is going to be about finding out about what happened after you were excused from the high table and what she is planning to do now.

>>3882452
Changing my Bobby post >>3882368 to Elleanor.

>>3882457
Sounds good, Elleanor it is. Don't worry though more jousting is coming

>>3882478
I know, but I am a Europoor and usually I miss like half the run.

I do really like the story stuff, so no worries there, but jousting (and other combat) is just so much fun with dice!

Tyrus walked your horse back off to the stable and you made your way to the box where your family was watching the tilts and you had hardly begun to climb the stairs when Lady Elleanor Reynold had begun to descend them. Her curly red hair was pulled back in a severe fashion and she was dressed in a sombre grey dress with only a small amount of red highlighting the dress and her complexion. She extends an arm out for you to take and escort her wherever it was that she may have been going.

“Ser Mervyn, if you would be so kind as to lend me your arm. I fear I have need of it.”

And together, you walked through the crowds together and they part before you as Elleanor walks you to a large pavilion in the colours of your house and the two of you enter and she allows a servant to pour the two of you a glass of wine before dismissing them and she waits until the two of you are alone before bringing the glass to her lips and you can see she is in a foul mood.

“Now, Ser Mervyn. We must speak of what happened last night and the things I spoke of. Needless to say that this shall stay between the two of us, and only the two of us. Alyssa is not to know, nor is my husband or anyone else. Is this understood?”

You nod your head to her, as you had a thousand times before when she was asking you to keep her secrets and her expression softens slightly in place of a smile and she places her cup down onto the table softly.

“Lord Farman is a craven, nearly as much so as his son. He tried to call off the marriage on account of that little bard’s song. Said what we were doing is too dangerous and was not worth his head. I managed to convince him not to, but his courage hangs only by the thinnest of threads. I would like for you to dispose of that singer Ser. I care not for how, all I needs know is that he shall not play another song for Lord Sebastion. There is far too much riding on this marriage to allow to be undone with a fiddle.”

You were her weapon, a tool that she used to do what she could not. If you were to do this it would likely end with either murder or intimidation as so many of the tasks that Elleanor had given you during your time at Ember Peak had.

--- Any questions for Elleanor here? Any specifics you guys want to ask or clarify about? I’ll give you guys three. ---

>>3882594
I'd like to ask her why such a clear, direct message from Tywin doesn't scare her.

>>3882599
I'll second this, i'd like to know how she plans to deal with the full view of big boi Reyne rainer being on her, and him knowing what she's doing.

>>3882611
Like for real Tywin see's what your doing. How do you plan to not doom our house. We need to stop being a silent deaths hand and show her that we have a brain and demand some knowledge.

>>3882618
I get the feeling her reaction to that will be

>Why is my attack dog barking so much ?

>>3882594
Why wouldn't such a direct action scare Lord Farman even more? Such a ploy against the messenger would make its way back to Lord Tywin regardless of how it were to be handled. Makes more sense to intimidate Lord Farman if he is so craven.

Alright so definitely asking about why she isn't scared of Lord Tywin, along with what her actual plans are. You guys have one more question to ask of her.

>>3882625
So this is all very much still in the scheming phases of her plan and she's roped Farman back in hesitantly. Right now she's worried that if Finn plays another rendition of "The Rains of Castamere" she might lose him and he actually will pull out of the wedding. As for it making it's way back to Lord Tywin, I mean dead men don't talk is what E is counting on. Also, don't forget that Elleanor isn't always a reliable person for other peoples character. Lord Farman isn't a coward, he just has more self preservation than Elleanor does and she despises it because shes a woman and what not.

>>3882649
>So, hey what about a tower for me and the wifey ?

>>3882655
If you're not yet writing Joe, I think this is a good one.

>>3882723
Haven't yet, I figured I'd let it sit until someone came up with another question. Any way you guys want to phrase that or do you just want to come out and say it?

>>3882737
>It sure would be swell if Marqus had a big and fancy tower that he could grow up in and use when he becomes an adult to help his family!

You know, just more clever.

>>3882737
We could phrase it along the lines of "now that Tywin is involved the stakes are getting higher, and while killing his messenger isn't an immediate risk the house will be going down a dangerous path. Risks should be well rewarded, don't you think? I am hoping to get landed because of my efforts."

But then written competently, of course.

>>3882737
I personally think that is a terrible idea, and that this lady is the least likely for us to truly go farther in the game of thrones. She is just too damn centered on pissing off the must powerful man around her.

>>3882754
Thing is, if we can get landed before Tygon becomes lord, he'll owe us big time with no easy way of repaying us like landing us would be. I really want that.

Elleanor is way too lost in revenge to see the writing on the wall, killing a messenger from Tywin is a big 'fuck you' that I would not want on our hands, I'm sure even Mervyn has the sense to see that. We need to nudge Farman over the line or just stick iwth the plan of letting his brat die.

Alright well the die is cast and I'm writing. OOOOOH BOY

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You take a small sip from your glass, the notes almost dancing on your tongue it was so sweet as you look at the woman who ruled Ember Peak and all of her lands. She was cunning, devious and driven, and you knew of her hatred of the Lannisters. You cough softly and place your own cup on the table before crossing your arms as you lean on the table and she looks at you with a questioning eye.

“My Lady…was that song last night not a warning? I might not be the most knowledgeable of men but even I know of Lord Tywin and what he’s capable of. Should you not be more…unnerved? Perhaps Lord Farman is right to be nervous.”

Her lips purse tightly and her eye brow is raised as she considers your words and the index finger on her right hand taps at the table in an annoyed manner.

“You’ve learned haven’t you. I suppose that’s to be expected even of men of your birth. Although I hadn’t taken you for a coward yourself, you sound just like Sebastian. A small amount of knowledge is a very dangerous thing Ser Mervyn.”

“Perhaps you might explain to me why you don’t fear Lord Tywin than my Lady?”

She laughs. A soft, spiteful sound that may have been the most dangerous you’ve ever heard and she stares at you with her familiar sea green eyes, as tempestuous and stormy as the sea they resembled.

“All of you men think Lord Tywin is so dangerous. That he will summon the clouds and have them rain down on all of us for daring to even plot against him and take what should rightfully be mine. They all forget that the Reynes and Tarbecks were only annihilated after they raised their banners and marched against Casterly Rock. I am not nearly such a fool as Roger or Ellyn and have no plans to march against the Lannisters. I remember Reynard had written me and explained to me his siblings plan. Bold, he called it. Bold but foolish and Ellyn was crushed beneath Tarbeck Hall and Roger and Reynard…lie drowned inside of Castamere itself. For now, all I seek to claim is my loves home, to see him buried properly and repair Castamere to it’s former glory. Together with Joanna and Sebaston’s child, not even Lord Tywin Lannister could refute that child’s claim on the seat. The Reynolds have Reyne blood in them Ser, what right does the Warden of the West have to deny me? None, Ser. Yes he sent his little singer to try and scare us into submission, but all this is is a wedding. I have committed no crime and nor will I. That, Ser, is why I do not fear Lord Tywin Lannister. Even he is bound to the law, and with him busy with his duties as Hand of the King he is far too busy to worry himself about such matters. Will he be wroth? Most certainly, and I hope that he fumes from his tower in Kings Landing Ser. He will find that I can hold onto my rage for far longer than he can.”

It was an incredibly bold statement, but there was some truth to her words. But was she correct? That was a question you could not answer.

“And so your plan is to…rebuild Castamere?”

She sighs heavily as she elaborates further.

“You may be learning, but you still are obtuse Ser. Once the child from this marriage is born I will claim Castamere as it’s birthright. From there, I will rule until they come of age and I will live out my days where Reynard was born. Titus will be out of the picture, and Tygon shall rule from Ember Peak, and together we shall rebuild. Many houses were loyal to the Reynes than publicly admit, and with enough of a show of force…one day. One day I may have my revenge, but it is not this day, nor for many more to come. I will continue to do my duty, as I expect you to as well but one day I will no longer have to hold onto my spite.”

“If that were to be the case my lady, would another bannerhouse not be a benefit to you?”

She looks at you as she rolls her fingers on the table in a more patient and cunning manner.

“Yes Ser it would. Why do you ask?”

“I wonder if one day I might lead that bannerhouse. I have proven my loyalty to you time and time again. I’m your best knight, and father to your grandson. If any in your service deserve to be landed, I feel that it should be me. I have risked much, broken the kings peace for you and our house and will continue to serve, but risks must be rewarded. Perhaps not for killing a singer in Lord Tywin’s service, but one day I would see that Marqus has land and titles of his own, as his namesake did.”

Her face goes smooth as all emotion seems to leave her, as her posture becomes perfect.

“So it would seem that service for services sake is not enough for you now? That being brought into my household, given command of my knights as well as being given my daughter’s hand in marriage is not a high enough price for your services…”

An icy silence fills the room and you could feel your heart beat inside your throat. Perhaps you had over stepped. But before you get the chance to apologize for your boldness she continues.

“There is a task that I will need to have done. Not today, but soon. My lord husband has been writing to King’s Landing, or so Maester Aethan tells me. That will have to stop if you understand my meaning Ser. That will be the price if you wish to lead a cadet branch of my house Ser, and it will have be done as I say it, when I say it. Now please excuse me Ser, I need time to think. And plan. You are excused.”

You blink back your shock and leave, and as soon as you are out of the pavilion you pull on a lock of your hair in frustration. “Seven fucking hells” you curse to yourself. The more you tried to unravel this tangle of plots, schemes and lies the more confusing and messier the entire thing seemed to become. You found yourself marching back to the tourney ground and waiting for your name to be called so as to take your mind off of things. After what feels like an eternity you finally here your name called and you are soon mounted once more and facing off across the yard from Ser Austin Osgrey. He was clad in his chequered armour, with his green and yellow lion head shield while his cloak hung about his shoulder proudly and you smiled beneath your helm at another chance to face off against your friend.

Can I get 5d6 for fighting please

Rolled 4, 2, 5, 1, 5 = 17 (5d6)

>>3882930

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

>>3882930
Oh look just asking for a tower mad her upset.

Rolled 4, 5, 4, 2, 5 = 20 (5d6)

>>3882926

Alright and 5d6 for Animal Handling as well please

Rolled 6, 4, 5, 4, 2 = 21 (5d6)

>>3882979

Rolled 5, 5, 1, 3, 4 = 18 (5d6)

>>3882979

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

>>3882979

Awesome, thanks guys. Just going to whip up some dinner then I'll get writing

>>3882945
Did she tell us Titus will need to be killed? Am I reading that right?

>>3883042
Well Titus is a pawn of Tywin, so eventually she is going to want him out of the picture. The only question is how and when she is going to ask Mervyn to do it.

--- Joust Round 2 ---

Ser Mervyn: 18 vs DC: 14
One Degree of Success
Ser Austin’s Animal Handling: 20 vs DC: 9
Result: Ser Steffon keeps his seat

Ser Austin: 20 vs DC: 13
Two Degrees of Success
Ser Mervyn’s Animal Handling: 18 vs DC: 12
Result: Ser Mervyn keeps his seat

--- Score ---
Ser Austin: 2
Ser Mervyn: 1

Spurs dig into Triumph’s flanks and he is off at a gallop eating up the ground before you at a ferocious pace and you can see Ser Austin’s lance positioned deftly to slip inside your shield and shatter against your breast plate and you can feel the air in your lungs threaten to leave you but you force yourself to take a breath and steel yourself further in order to maintain your seat. Your own lance strike had shattered harmlessly against his shield and he made a grand showing of parading himself before a small box that bore the white plate and grey owl of House Garner, extending out his fresh lance to which you see a maid tie a ribbon onto the tip as he makes his way back to his position. He was good, and this was a reminder to you. You may have been captain of the Loyal Reins, but he may well be the best jouster under your command you think as Tyrus brings you your own lance. The boy has regained some of the colour in his face, but still looks worse for wear.

The herald comes forth once more with the flag and you look up to the main box and see Lady Elleanor hasn’t returned, but Tygon was busy talking with Ser Sebaston. while Joanna sat off with her sisters as they gossiped and Alyssa waved you on. You rolled your neck and felt the joint crack satisfyingly and you found yourself charging towards your friend once more…

5d6 for fighting please

Rolled 3, 6, 5, 2, 3 = 19 (5d6)

>>3883189

Rolled 4, 3, 4, 1, 5 = 17 (5d6)

>>3883189

Rolled 3, 5, 2, 4, 6 = 20 (5d6)

>>3883189

Alright and 5d6 for animal handling

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

>>3883207

Rolled 6, 2, 6, 3, 2 = 19 (5d6)

>>3883207

Rolled 2, 6, 1, 3, 5 = 17 (5d6)

>>3883207

--- Joust Round 3 ---

Ser Mervyn: 18 vs DC: 14
One Degree of Success
Ser Austin’s Animal Handling: 17 vs DC: 9
Result: Ser Austin keeps his seat

Ser Austin: 21 vs DC: 13
Two Degrees of Success
Ser Mervyn’s Animal Handling: 17 vs DC: 12
Result: Ser Mervyn keeps his seat

--- Score ---
Ser Austin: 4
Ser Mervyn: 2

Ser Austin appeared to be riding slightly off during this tilt, and you saw an opening with his shield and you try to place the tip of your lance directly into his breastplate but he corrects the error, if it ever was an error, and your lance breaks cleanly against the painted lion on his shield. He shatters his own lance against the eagle on your shield and you grit your teeth as the your body threatens to fall off of your horse but as you squeeze your legs together to manage to hold on for a third and final pass.

Ser Austin sends his squire to retrieve the favor from Jennifer Garner from the field and ties it to the end of his third and final lance, meanwhile you look down to you own favor and shake your head. You would likely have to knock him from his horse if you were going to snatch a victory from this, and you exhaled calmly as you charged one final time against Ser Austin Osgrey as he himself charged at you, both of you with shields held high and lances aimed with purpose as the sun glinted off of your armour as you rode…

Can I get 10d6 please. First 5 are for fighting, first 5 for animal handling

Rolled 4, 1, 5, 4, 6, 3, 1, 5, 2, 6 = 37 (10d6)

>>3883254
I beat I can win this one.

Rolled 6, 3, 4, 4, 6, 3, 5, 5, 1, 3 = 40 (10d6)

>>3883258

Rolled 6, 6, 2, 5, 2, 1, 5, 6, 5, 4 = 42 (10d6)

>>3883258
well then

--- Joust Round 4 ---

Ser Mervyn: 23 vs DC: 14
Two Degrees of Success
Ser Austin’s Animal Handling: 22 vs DC: 12
Result: Ser Austin keeps his seat

Ser Austin: 16 vs DC: 13
One Degree of Success
Ser Mervyn’s Animal Handling: 20 vs DC: 9
Result: Ser Mervyn keeps his seat

--- Score ---
Ser Austin: 5
Ser Mervyn: 4

You ride high in the saddle as you charge and although this pass you came across for the better, it was still not quite enough to knock him from the seat. Your lance touched him but he maintained his seat with the poise and grace of someone who had grown up riding horses everyday. Your own blow happened a fraction of a second before his own and his aim is off as his lance clips against the rim of your shield. He still manages to break the lance but it there was no risk of you losing your seat and together the two of you ride to just before Lord Farmans box where he declares Ser Austin the winner of the bout, and you look over to your friend and shake his hand which the crowd roars it’s approval for.

Together you rode off for the benches and stables as you congratulate him on his victory, assuring him you’d be coming around to ransom your armour back from him again to which he laughs, saying that if you could help with a wedding that you could keep the money.

“Aye, If I manage to win I’m going to declare Jennifer my Queen of Love and Beauty. Alyssa seems to think her father might allow me to ask for her hand after such a display. I figure if you can ask Elleanor or Titus about hosting a small wedding sometime, I reckon you can keep your coin. What do you say?”

--- Ransom your armour or gift Austin a favour ---
>Ransom back your armour and horse for 50 Gold Dragons
>Promise to ask a favour and allow Ser Austin to get married at Ember Peak

--- Queen of Love and Beauty ---
>Encourage his naming of Jennifer Garner
>Influence him to name Joanna instead

That's all for tonight folks. Thanks for playing as always. I'll answer any questions you guys might have for an hour or so. I'll continue tomorrow evening most likely, around 9pm MST

>>3883353
>Promise to ask a favour and allow Ser Austin to get married at Ember Peak
>Encourage his naming of Jennifer Garner

>>3883353
Damn so close
>gift him a favour
And
>Jennifer

>>3883353
damn, didn't realise that was the end of it.
could we have used lucky? doubt it would have made a difference, but oh well

>Promise to ask a favour and allow Ser Austin to get married at Ember Peak
>Encourage his naming of Jennifer Garner

>>3883353
>>Promise to ask a favour and allow Ser Austin to get married at Ember Peak
>>Encourage his naming of Jennifer Garner
Come on, gotta do it for our boi

>>3883353
>>Promise to ask a favour and allow Ser Austin to get married at Ember Peak
>Encourage his naming of Jennifer Garner

>>3883353
>>Promise to ask a favour and allow Ser Austin to get married at Ember Peak
>>Encourage his naming of Jennifer Garner

>>3882162
This was a majestic scene, breezy, made me teary. Simply beautiful, thank you.

>>3882362
Would be hilarious if Alyssa was a different person and came up with that idea. Elleanor outmaneuvered by cock.

Really sad we didn't win more. A good placing would have been so nice!
What are we now, top 8?

Lol a strong show of support for getting Austin a wife. Sounds good to me! Mervyn doing some good guy greg stuff is some stark contrast to whats going to likely be happening in the very near future.

>>3883512
Thank you kindly!

>>3883577
To be fair, you shouldn't have beaten Ser Tygett, but Ser Austin is also a pretty respectable jouster considering he's only a secondary character. Mervyn will have the opportunity to joust again on the morrow, but the top 8 were all undefeated in their passes. That opportunity though comes at a price of not going hunting with some important people so it should be a fun vote to decide.

I'll be back tonight! Thanks guys. Also, I hope the Elleanor situation isn't too murky for you guys right now. It's alot of information to come through Mervyn quickly, and he isn't the best at portraying comprehension of it.

>>3883685
>Mervyn will have the opportunity to joust again on the morrow, but the top 8 were all undefeated in their passes
Oh right, it's not just knock-out stage all the way throught. So we could theoretically still win the joust? I'm totally gonna vote for that.

>>3883685
I'm trying to feel sympathy for Elleanor, but it's a bit hard when she's treating us like shit.

Could somebody please explain to me why Joe was keeping Bo4 on Fighting tests during jousting if Mervyn's got Fighting 5?

>Promise to ask a favour and allow Ser Austin to get married at Ember Peak
>Encourage his naming of Jennifer Garner
>>3883732
I like it. It wouldnt be a hard choice between Mervyns loyalty to Elleanor and his self preservation if she was kind to us. Plus with Merv being such a gray character who knows what way a decision like that could swing

>>3883755
>You’ve learned haven’t you. I suppose that’s to be expected even of men of your birth.
that was fucking savage lmao

>>3883752
You subtract 1D for jousting because you are technically charging.

>>3882334
I wonder how keen she’d be for that...

>>3883755
Or we could be loyal to our wife and the heir of the house by not killing their dad. I think that's better.

>>3882334
>>3882362
>>3883947
I still think it makes more sense for Tygon to do the deed what with him being her twin and all, but it wouldn't be the first secret we've kept so it's an acceptable fallback option if Tygon isn't man enough.

>>3882926
>>3882930
You guys blew your load way way way too early on this.

>>3884393
I pretty much agree. We’re too much on her radar now...

I suppose it does provide some cover for the upcoming murder though. If she thinks that we’re hitched our wagon to hers - she’s less likely to suspect betrayal

Alright, I'm back and writing. Might be a bit slow. Watching the election results come through here

>>3884750
Justin Trudeau is Fidel Castro's son.

>>3884750
>Watching the election results come through here
Huh, didn't know y'all were having an election.
What's the difference between the New Democrats and the Greens? They both just look like different flavours of far-left

“Aye Austin, I’d say you’d better name her your Queen of Love and Beauty alright, especially if I’m going to ask Elleanor for a favour such as that.”

Ser Austin laughs as the two of you ride off to find your respective squires, and you to get out of your armour. Ser Austin still had another tilt today however, and he looks over to you with meaning in his eyes.

“I appreciate it Mervyn. I really do. I actually have another favour to ask of you. Lord Garner has asked to meet with you and Lord Titus. Apparently, he already arranged for a meeting with my lord Titus, but he asked me to see if you would meet with him to get the true telling of my character.”

“What’s there to say? That you’re a skilled lance and an anointed knight? Likely the most honourable man in the Loyal Reins? I can’t imagine that being a problem Oz.”

He gives you a guilty look and smiles through his teeth at you before looking away before he speaks again.

“If…uh…there was any chance of you meeting with him tonight Ser? He offered to host you and your wife in his pavilion this evening, and I told him you would be glad too…”

You stare at him, unimpressed but you sigh and give him a grudging yes. You’d had nothing to do this evening anyhow and you suppose getting away from Tygon and Elleanor would give you a chance to regather your thoughts.

“Fine, fine. Only you’d better fucking be there too. If you think I’m going about this alone, you’d be dead fucking wrong.”

Ser Austin laughs and he assures you that he’ll attend as well, saying that he will find you after his final tilt and that he would escort you to Lord Garner’s tent and you part your own separate ways as your respective squires take your reins and lead you off and Tyrus soon helps you dismount and begins to assist you strip out of your armour and dress back into your clothes before you take off to stretch your legs.

--- Who to visit before dinner with Lord Garner? ---
>Alyssa
>Tygon
>Someone Else (write in)

>>3884760
Lol.

>>3884812
At the federal level no less. The Greens and NDP are essentially just left leaning progressives you put importance on different things.

Alright well guys I'm in a rather terrible mood now and am going to go play in traffic. If I make it out alive I'll see you all tomorrow morning!

>>3884839
>>Tygon

>>3884839
>>Tygon

>>3884839
>Tygon

I mean I'm with you, but it was a long shot even with Dude Weed's countless blunders. You haven't had a PM not keep their seat in nearly 100 years. The flip side is we get to see which costumes the mummer will wear as he continues his crusade of appropriation. The red carpets of politics.

>>3884839
>Tygon

>>3884717
>I suppose it does provide some cover for the upcoming murder though. If she thinks that we’re hitched our wagon to hers - she’s less likely to suspect betrayal
Got to mum the mummer too to make it look convincing.

Guess OP died in traffic, either that or blackfaced Trudeau got him

>>3885235
Alice and well unfortunately. Just writing up some big blocky text here. Post should be up in 30-45 minutes.

>Tygon

But before you can allow your thoughts to rest from all the skull doggery, you decide that you would visit Tygon and see if he has any details about the assassination he was plotting. You walk amidst pavilions and tents, small food vendors that had sprung up amidst the crowds and as you walk you were drawn to the smells of a particular stand. The man was roasting meat on sticks over a small fire, and the smell of the fat that was spitting into the flames was delicious. You fork over a couple of copper pennies and walk away with a skewer of greasy well seasoned pork which you scarf down as you find your way back to the tourney grounds proper where you hoped to find the young heir to Ember Peak. Finishing the meat and left with a sense of nostalgia from before you became a household knight as you climbed the familiar wooden steps that led to the Farmans box and as you enter you are surprised to see that Tygon is not present in the box. Lord Farman is present though, as well as Joanna, Elleanor and Titus and you take a seat beside your Lord.

“Ah, Ser Mervyn. You rode well today Ser, as did Ser Austin. Ember Peak is well represented here I have to say. What brings you here?”

“Thank you my Lord. Actually, I was looking for Tygon but I see that he has taken his leave.”

“Oh I see. Yes, Tygon and Ser Sebaston took their leave after your joust Ser. I believe they made their way down to the docks. Ser Sebaston was rather keen on showing Tygon his ship…the Morning Wind I believe it’s called.

Lord Titus calls for food, and a servant is quick to bring a plate of sweet meats and cheese, as well as a flagon of wine and he sets about eating it as he continues to watch the events of the joust unfold before him. You can see a small piece of chicken skin hanging from his handlebar moustache and his jowl quivers slightly as he chews. It was hard to picture Lord Titus looking like Tygon in his prime, as even Elleanor said he did, but a life of luxury and gluttony had turned him into someone not quite obese, but definitely on the fatter side of large. He took a small cloth from a table and wiped down his forehead and as he reclines back into his seat you can see the fabric of his doublet stretching slightly to accommodate his girth and you take your leave before a look of distaste can be shown on your face. You walked to the stables, and began to saddle Triumph to ride down to the docks and shook your head as you did so.

You’d never liked working for soft lords. You’d always preferred those who were made of iron and steel as you were yourself. Especially in the past few moths your body had become even stronger than it ever had previously as your arms had thickened and your shoulders broadened from all of the additional training you had been doing. Alyssa had taken you touching your arms all the more frequently, and often hung upon them while walking squeezing them while she did so. In particular she’d told you how she loved your forearms, as the ropey muscles and tendons rolled when you flexed them for her which would set her to wooing while the two of you were in private. You wondered what kind of lord Tygon would become. While he wasn’t martial he was certainly by no means a coward and the two of you would often shake hands as a way of greeting and it still always surprised you at the strength of his grip. It wasn’t as strong as your own, not by a long shot, but it was still a firm enough grip that would command respect from his subjects.

You mounted up and began to ride down towards the docks through the crowds and soon find yourself alone riding amongst the trees and hills of Fair Isle and the twittering of birds is a pleasant change of scenery from the hustle and bustle of crowds, but it doesn’t last for long as the road before you leads to the town of Fair Isle and the raucous sounds of human habitation fill your ears again. You soon make your way to the wharves and docks and ask after a young porter where you might find the “Morning Wind”.

“Ser Sebastons ship? Aye m’lord that’ll be the big ship at the last pier. It’s got three ships on the sails. Ye can’t miss it!”

Triumphs hooves knock on the wooden piers pleasantly and you come up to the ship and dismount, tying up your horse to a post and make for the gangplank where you come across two burly looking sailors who bar your path. The two men wear leather jerkins and roughspun wool britches while one has an axe cinched at his belt and the other a selection of daggers and the axemen puts out a hand…

“This ‘ere’s Ser Sebaston’s ship. Ain’t nobody welcome on the Mornin’ Wind ‘cept for those he welcomes aboard.” The man says this as the man with the knives draws a dirk and casually begins to clean his fingernails.

“That may be. But I am here for Tygon Reynold, the heir of my liege lord and if he’s on this ship I’m going to speak with him.”

You start to make your way up the gangplank again and the axeman steps in front of you and the two of you collide softly, although the force was still enough to knock the man back a step. His hand goes for his axe, while your own goes for your own dirk when a sudden shout rings out across the dock.

“SER MERVYN?”

You and the two sailors look to the bow of the ship and see the two heirs of Fair Isle and Ember Peak walking together as Ser Sebaston was showing Tygon the ins and outs of his ship and they made their way over to you and welcomed you across to board the ship and you walk past shooting a dangerous look at the two sailors, not missing an opportunity to rub shoulders with the axeman as you boarded the ship. Ser Sebaston is the first to welcome you although he looks less than pleased to see you, likely still remembering the embarrassing thrashing you gave him at Ember Peak.

“Glad to have you aboard Ser.” He says curtly before resuming his tour with Tygon and now yourself. He shows you the rigging, below deck and to his credit he has a vast knowledge of ships and sailing. He seems much more confident about himself when he was standing on the deck of a ship.

“Riding the Morning wind, we’ll sail to the north end of the isle and root out those scum that have been plaguing my fathers lands. Ser Gareth Clifton, my fathers bannerman and good friend will be bring his own ship and meet us at Cliff Point.

Talk runs of ships and the combat that would soon be upon you and you are again taken aback by Ser Sebaston’s courage now that he stood upon a ship. He seemed almost eager now. Perhaps he wasn’t the coward that he seemed to be?

Soon enough however, Tygon asks for his leave, as well as for you to escort him and Ser Sebaston bids you a good day and inquires after whether Tygon would still be attending the hunt that they had planned for tomorrow, to which Tygon shakes his head enthusiastically and assures him that he would and together the two of you take off, mounting your horses and riding through the port town. As you clear the town and enter the tranquil forest however Tygon begins to speak.

“Apparently there’s a massive boar in these woods. So now the two of us are going on a hunt tomorrow? I don’t suppose that you’d like to accompany us Ser? He’s bringing his own man, that Gareth Clifton he spoke of on his ship.”

“Tygon, why are you trying to befriend Sebaston if you want him dead?”

This causes your friend to look from side to side and over his shoulder, as if he was worried that someone might have been listening.

“To absolve us of suspicion. Nobody will suspect us if we are seen to be friendly with him. His…falling…will just be a casualty of war. Tragic to be sure, but just an accident and nothing more.”

“He keeps saying us” you think to yourself, but you knew he meant for you to do the actual deed providing that Sebaston didn’t actually fall in battle. Perhaps hunting could give you an opportunity in and of itself, or give you an insight into Sebastons habits or any potential flaws that might make him easier to deal with...

--- Agree to accompany Tygon on a hunt, or get in another joust? ---
>Hunt
>Joust

--- Inform Tygon that you’ll expect him to actually strike the killing blow ---
>Yay
>Nay
--- Tell him about his mothers plans? ---
>Yay
>Nay

I'll be around to answer any questions about this stuff, and I'll let this vote go for a little while as it's kind of a big one.

>>3885303
>Joust
>Yay
>Nay

>>3885303
>Hunt

>Nay

>Yay

Asking jokingly if he also want us to put a babe in Joanna since he seem to throw everything on us, And he better not get any ideas of throwing us under the wagon so to speak

>>3885303
>Joust
>Nay
>Yay

>>3885303
Personal glory or more information?
If Mervyn actually cared an ounce about Sebaston... The Farman heir's personality is irrelevant at this point.

>Joust

>--- Inform Tygon that you’ll expect him to actually strike the killing blow ---
>Yay
I want to see his reaction and whether he is as determined as he says. Regardless, Mervyn will assassinate Sebaston if need be.

>--- Tell him about his mothers plans? ---
If it is related to the minstrel then no. Mervyn gave his fucking word.
If it is about Castamere, then yes. Lets see how well Tygon knows his mother and what he plans to do about her bloody vengeance. He is becoming more and more of an heir and looks like a more reasonable man than his mother (with the exception of this whole sister thing).

>>3885308
I like it but phrase it as questioning him about OTHER ways Joanna can become unfit to wed. Obviously, such a disgrace would reflect terribly on the house's reputation. Joanna will never marry the Lannister guy and Mervyn would get castrated by Elleanor herself.

>>3885343
Oh i meant it more like Mervyn and her making a secret bastard and she claims it is the Farmans

>>3885303
Fug. I wanna joust, but I don't want Tygon to get the Bobby B treatment.
>Hunt
>Nay
>Yay
Friendship ended with Elleanor. Now Tygon is my best friend!

>>3885344
I only see it as banter to put Tygon out of balance. Mervyn will not cheat on Alyssa like so.

>>3885347
Dont be a bitch anon. What Alyssa doesnt know wont hurt her

>>3885303
>Hunt
>Yay
>Yay

>>3885303
>Hunt
>Nay
>Yay (but leave out the dad murdering)

Alright so looks like the votes went

>Hunt
>Nay
>Yay

Honestly kind of a surprising result a little bit but cool. Now for some follow up votes

--- Telling Tygon about Elleanor's Plan (Select all that apply) ---
>Tywin's Warning
>Her plan to retake Castamere and the need for Ser Sebaston
>Her plan to assassinate Lord Titus

--- Joke to Tygon about fucking his sister? ---
>yay
>nay

>>3885437
>Tywin's Warning
>Her plan to retake Castamere and the need for Ser Sebaston
>Her plan to assassinate Lord Titus

>yay

>>3885437
>Tywin's Warning
Just that Tywin’s rains of Castamere was one. Nothing else
>Her plan to retake Castamere and the need for Ser Sebaston
>nay

>>3885437
>Tywin's Warning
>Her plan to retake Castamere and the need for Ser Sebaston
>Her plan to assassinate Lord Titus

>yay

>>3885437
>Tywin's Warning
>Her plan to assassinate Lord Titus

>Yay

>>3885437
>Tywin's Warning
>Her plan to retake Castamere and the need for Ser Sebaston

Leave the dad part out

>nay

>>3885441
>>3885445
>>3885446
You’re going to really piss him off with that joke guys. Like are you Fucking stupid? Like this is more pants on head retarded than the Maeve debacle after we looked at accounts.

>>3885478
To piss him off. To tell him we are not his pet. That we are not happy he is making promises for us and putting us at risk.

>>3885437
How did you expect things to go, Joe?

>Tywin's Warning
>Her plan to retake Castamere and the need for Ser Sebaston

>nay
can we not fuck things up in this quest like we did in bogg's quest

>>3885437
>>Tywin's Warning
>>Her plan to retake Castamere and the need for Ser Sebaston

>>Nay
Of course not. What the fuck anons?

>>3885482
So you want him actively gunning for us then? To actively try to fuck us over every chance he gets? Because that’s what you’re doing. The telling him we expect him to pull the trigger is enough, this is burning the bridge with kerosene.

>>3885482
>To piss him off.
Yes, let's piss off our lord. That sounds like a good idea.

>>3885482
Furthermore this sort of “joke” could literally be used to turn the entire family one and all against us. It’s more tone deaf and intemperate that Robert Baratheon when he’s drunk and angry.

>>3885492
I meant it less as a "ha ha" joke and more in accusationly tone.

>>3885482
this attitude is super dangerous, we don't need to be belligerent. I hope anons choose wisely to vote
nay

Yay - 3
Nay - 4 (5? >>3885478)

Lord Tywins Warning - 7
Her plan to retake Castamere and the need for Ser Sebaston - 6
Her plan to assassinate Lord Titus - 3

Alright well I think that's more leaning towards not telling him about Titus so we'll go with just the first two. Just finishing up cooking my lunch and I'll get to writing

>>3885493
Still it’s literally fucking tone deaf and gives Tygon enough ammo to fuck us over as well as a prerogative too. Be like slapping a guy in the face calling him a pussy bitch and then handing him a BFG that’s loaded and ready too fire,

>>3885496
>Yay - 3
>Nay - 4 (5? >>3885478)
Thank fuck

“Alright Tygon, I’ll come hunting on the morrow. Boar are dangerous enough as it is, and I’m not leaving you alone with someone you want dead. I don’t know anything of this Gareth Clifton but I don’t think you’re fit to handle fighting two men if something goes sour. And it very well might Tyg. Getting to know these men while planning to kill one of them? I don’t think you have the stomach for it.”

“Ser Mervyn you misunderstand me. I don’t intend for anything to happen on this hunt other than just that. A hunt. And if I don’t have the stomach, well I know you have ice water in your veins. I saw the way you handled those boys in the Auric Hills Ser.”

“And you’re sure about this plan of yours? You do know about your mother plans to do right?”

The look of surprise that comes onto his face tells you all that you need to know, which soon turns to a questioning look as he stroked the beginnings of his thin moustache that he’d been trying to grow.

“My mother? No Ser, what does my mother have to do with any of this?”

“Perhaps you’ll recall the other night when that singer came and played before the high table? You seemed a little distracted. He said he was sent on Lord Tywins behalf, and he played the Rains of Castamere whilst staring directly at your mother and Lord Farman…”

That brought a look of concern onto his face, and he adjusted his seat in his saddle as the two of you rode as if to somehow make himself more comfortable. The way he kept doing it however tells you that it wasn’t working for him.

“Why uh…why would Lord Tywin have cause to quarrel with my mother and Lord Farman? And at a wedding no less?”

“Tygon I thought you were raised in a castle. Didn’t you grow up with a maester and learn your houses history? Your mother wants to retake Castamere. Something about the Reynolds having Reyne blood in them, and I think Lord Farmans mother or aunt was a Reyne? Alyssa told me but I can’t remember the details exactly. She wants the child from Sebaston and Joanna’s union to cement her claim on it and allow her to rule from there, whilst you rule from Ember Peak.”

The two of you fall silent at that, and ride on listening to rustle of leaves and the chittering of birds, even hearing the knock of a wood pecker but all of that even seems to fade away aside from the wind in the tree branches.

“You mentioned Alyssa told you of House Reynolds history and connection to the Reynes? Does she know of…our plan.”

“Not as it were. She said we needed to do something, and I might have suggested that should Sebaston fall that Tywin would have no reason to be wroth. She seemed scared to be honest.”

“She’s right to be scared Ser. Lord Tywin is ruthless, and although so long as he remains in Kings Landing we might be relatively safe, I think that we definitely need to go through with this, now more than ever. Seven fucking hells I understand why my father complains of her ambition now. Ser Mervyn I do not intend to allow my family to be exterminated like our predecessors.”

He grips his reins tighter and he grinds his teeth, his jaw flexing from the difficult situation he’s now being forced into whether he originally wanted to or not and you pull ahead of him and cut him off in the middle of the road.

“It’s only a few more days Tygon. I can already see you’re nervous but you need to keep that down. When the time comes, hopefully the idiot gets himself killed by some ironborn scum but if he manages to survive I’ll smash the fuckers head in myself alright. But I want your word on something. If we get caught, we’re in this together. You aren’t throwing me under the wagon if this fails and we get caught, and neither will I for you.”

He bristles at this, and you can see the look of offence on his face as his normally smiling face turns into a fierce scowl and he bares his teeth.

“What we are doing might be dishonourable, but I am still a man of my word Ser. I would never sacrifice you to save my own skin. I might not be the fighter that you are, but I am just as brave Ser. When this is done, we shall never speak of it again and we shall wash our hands of it together. Perhaps Lord Tywin will let sleeping lions lie if no child comes from the union…”

He extends out a hand and you take it, leaning over in the saddle and spitting into your palm before grasping Tygons hand in an iron grip and you can see him struggle not to wince but he keeps his face relatively free from the pained expression that threatened to creep over it and you steeled yourself for what would need doing tomorrow.

--- Any questions for Tygon before we go on to meet with Lord Garner? ---

>>3885624
Ask Tygon if he could help us talk to Joanna so we can get some information on Farman

>>3885624
dont really have any

Boring fucks y'all are. I have to say I must really have different tastes from the majority here because none of the votes went the way I wanted them to (except the one about what to tell Tygon).

Oh well, maybe I'll get more jousting in a later thread.

>>3885624
I got nothing for you

Alright well I'm going to go take care of some chores, but I'll be back in an hour or so to get writing. Persuasion tests inbound!!!

You’d make your way back to the castle unimpeded, and had told Alyssa about the invitation to sup with Lord Garner at his pavilion to which he had nearly jumped for joy in excitement, exclaiming that she was thrilled her attempts at playing match maker looked as if they would bear fruit. She’d sent for a servant to summon Cerenna almost immediately and set about preparing herself to dine with the nobility, talking of styling her hair and what dress she would wear and as she sets about to choosing dresses, you pull over a wooden chair and coyly said that she might be quicker at choosing a dress if she wasn’t wearing one to which she gives you a wry look and seductively strips before she begins to pour over the selection of dresses that she had brought with her. You were enjoying a the view of her arse when you heard a small and almost polite knock on the door to which you called out “One moment!” and stood, only you made your way over to your wife who was bent over rummaging in her chest for something and you give her a firm smack on her rump and she jumps and squeals in surprise before batting you away, telling you there would be plenty of time for that later this evening and shoos you out towards the door.

Upon opening it you find Cerenna awaiting, and you greet her pleasantly and she enters the chamber as you leave and walk about the castle leaving the women to their dressing. You don’t go far, only browsing through a few antechambers and halls as you gaze at tapestries and paintings of family trees and particular lords accomplishments over the years. It struck you that Alyssa was able to so easily put aside the thoughts of the previous nights discussion aside and you think to yourself that perhaps she was made up of sterner stuff than she appeared. She was nobleborn after all, and noble girls learned the art of intrigue at a young age, or so you were told anyways. As you were looking at a particular painting of a Lord Simon Farman who was portrayed standing at a ships prow facing the endless expanse of the Sunset Sea, you spy Ser Austin round a corner dressed in his best doublet and britches wearing a nervous smile on his face as he hails you, and the two of you begin to make your way back to your chambers to collect your wife.

“Nervous?” you say goadingly. The fact that his face was nearly the same colour as a beat told you that he was and he punches you in the arm firmly.

“Fuck off Mervyn you know I am. I’m sweating like a sinner in a sept and I feel like I’m broiling in the seventh hell.”

You chuckle as you round the corner to the hallway which contained your chambers and made your way to the doorway with a knock and you are soon greeted by your wife. She’d chosen a striking black dress, with gold linework spun across the bodice of it and her hair was tied back tightly as if to minimize her curls. It struck you as a comical fact that ever since you’d taken a black eagle for your personal sigil that the amount of black in your wifes wardrobe had begun to multiply. Of course, the fact that black emphasized her ivory skin, and provided a deep and dark background to which her fiery red hair could shine was likely part of the reason as well, but together the two of you walked arm in arm, dressed in black and grey and gold alongside Ser Austin and you made your way to the pavilion of the Garners.

The pavilion was one of various shades of green, ranging from the dark green of the forest to a bright emerald and upon the door flap was the grey owl on white that made up the Garner sigil. The doorman, upon seeing Ser Austin, opens the flap and bids you welcome and another serving man escorts your into the next room where you find Lord Garner and his youngest daughter seated at a small table at which three empty seats were positioned. Lord Garner sat at the head of the table, with his daughter on his right hand side, while two empty seats were positioned on his left, with the last seat sitting directly across from him.

“Ah, so this is the Captain I’ve heard much about.” He says this neutrally which leaves you unsure whether it was a good or bad thing. Ser Austin would have been sure to speak well of you, but the Lannisters and Swyft’s were not like to be kind in their descriptions of you. The older man stands and reaches to shake your hand and you find that even your blacksmith like hands engulfed by the mans impressive grasp. As he stood, you see he stood nearly six and a half feet tall even at his age which you guessed to be nearly sixty. The rough callouses that grate against your own tell you he is a warrior, as if his build and bearing could not do so already.

“A pleasure my Lord Garner. My name is Ser Mervyn Reynold, and this is my lovely wife, Alyssa.”

The man reaches across from you to take your wifes hand and gently kisses it in a chaste and polite way, the polar opposite to how he’d greeted you and your wife smiles and curtsies in return.

“Ah, and lovely she surely is Ser. My lady it is an honour. May I myself introduce my daughter, Jennifer Marner.”

The courtesies are returned until all five of you are sat down around the table and the first course is brought out, a cold and crisp salad of leafy green and radishes, served with some sort of berry vinaigrette which you dig into as dignified as you can manage. The dressing was sweet, deliciously so and you have to refrain from shoveling the food into your mouth and instead follow Alyssa’s lead at table manners.

“My lord, your pavilion is lovely. I must say I love the variety of greens. It’s as if I’m staring into an emerald. I can only imagine how beautiful Garner Hall must be…” she begins as she stares all around the cloth curtain walls.

He takes the bait and he begins to tell at length about the details of his home and the lands that he rules over. Garner Hall sat on the eastern edges of Westerlands, directly to the east of House Brax alongside the early reaches of the Tumblestone. According to him it was a jewel of a hall, set inside a grove of birch trees upon a small hill surrounded by a thick stone wall. He rambles on and on with Alyssa asking polite questions here and there.

“Tell me my Lord, is there a Lady Garner?” Your wife inquires in between a bite of the second course, a soup which was made of some kind of vegetable that you couldn’t identify but you ate anyways. There was some sort of seasoning that you didn’t know but it wasn’t bad. Especially as you washed it down with a lovely vintage of white wine from the arbour. Somewhat curiously, you see Alyssa grimace at the first taste of it and instead calls for a glass of red instead. You give her a look and she shrugs. Normally her tastes were of the opposite, loving the crisp elegance of Arbor gold and other delicate whites.

“Not for the past eight years my lady. Jennifer’s mother, Miranda, was my second wife. Died of a pox I’m afraid. My other four children’s mother before her died after a fall from a horse. I’ve been thinking about taking a third wife in the future, reckon I can manage another son before I die. Only managed the one so far, but he’s a good enough sort. Married, and with two boys of his own already, but sometimes those long winter knights do get lonely. But speaking of marriage.” He looks directly across the table at Ser Austin before turning his gaze towards you.

“Why should I let my youngest daughter marry your man here? What can he offer her and my future grandchildren?”

Can I get 3d6 for convince please?

Any write ins are appreciated as well

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

>>3885901

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

Here we go!

I am still sad that we couldn't throw a little jab at Tygon to ease the air, something like '' hey if we can't find a husband for Joanna I guess I'll take her''

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

>>3885901
i suck

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

>>3885901

Hmmm. 13. Not bad, but not phenomenal either. Would you guys like to let Alyssa help you out here on the next round of rolls? Or is Mervyn going to handle this himself?

I suppose my bad for not actually framing that as a vote.

--- Look to Alyssa for help? ---
>yay
>nay

You'll be allowing her to take the lead, but you'll forfeit the experience gain from this experience and she'll gain it instead

>>3886010
>yay

>>3886010
>>yay

>>3886010
>yay

>>3886010
Y

>>3885900
>You chuckle as you round the corner to the hallway which contained your chambers and made your way to the doorway with a knock and you are soon greeted by your wife. She’d chosen a striking black dress, with gold linework spun across the bodice of it and her hair was tied back tightly as if to minimize her curls. It struck you as a comical fact that ever since you’d taken a black eagle for your personal sigil that the amount of black in your wifes wardrobe had begun to multiply. Of course, the fact that black emphasized her ivory skin, and provided a deep and dark background to which her fiery red hair could shine was likely part of the reason as well, but together the two of you walked arm in arm, dressed in black and grey and gold alongside Ser Austin and you made your way to the pavilion of the Garners.
Another enjoyable piece, breezy. Getting closer and closer to the black eagle Reynold branch!

In no relation to the above, we really should take a look at our social stats. You realize that Mervyn will have to face Elleanor eventually and report back on Sebaston's unfortunate demise? How do you intend to hold a poker face? Because she will know.

Alright looks like that's a big time yes. First update will be at roguhly 3pm MST.

>>3886286
God I'm looking forward to that. Should be some real nail biting rolls

>>3886286
I've been thinking about that honestly, and the best plan i can come up with is to have a lesser lie that she discovers... like say that we saw tygon do it, and what are we gonna do, fight our soon to be liege? but it's honestly tough as hell

>>3886620
>say that we saw tygon do it
Right, and now the future lord is our enemy.

>>3886625
Hmm I mean what's eleanor gonna do, turn him in? there's not much she can do at that point, she might not even tell him what we said... but yeah it's not an ideal plan.
we're not in an ideal situation though anon, I haven't really seen any alternative proposals to try and get us saved from her powerful social rolls

>>3886620
>>3886625
Merv has a shit deception rank. I don't see how he is supposed to realistically trick someone as clever as Elleanor.

>>3886638
So what do we do then, just allow ourselves to get fucked? Turn Eleanor in to Tywin? Maybe we can convince the farman to go on a stealth mission and report his location to the pirates, tell them if they kill him we'll let them live, then blame it on them? I can't see how we wiggle out of this

>>3886649
>So what do we do then, just allow ourselves to get fucked?
I am thinking a death by inaction than by action will be an easier sell. The farman heir dying while we were trying to protect the heir to Ember Peak (and take a wound?)? Sounds tragic but noble. Unwitting witnesses would solidify our act. Ser Gareth would be perfect.

Overall, this is something to take shape in Tygon's brain, not Mervyn's.

>>3886708
I'll back taking a wound and protecting Tygon, but how would we guarantee Sebaston's death? I would be down to meet the pirate lord in advance, tell him he's about to get fucked, but we'll let him leave (and have a bigger share of the loot if more of his crew is dead) if he agrees to axe farman. He kills farman, tygon sound a retreat to protect the heir, then the pirates fuck off.

>>3886715
> but we'll let him leave
More loose ends: he will talk.
Chasing a pirate while on duty as master of arms? Hard pass.

We'll ask Tygon after the hunt what kind of plan he has in mind.

>>3886010
>yay

>>3886649
You would trust Ir*nborn to not make an even bigger mess of this? The first mistake was making such a point of shitting on Tygett. He could've been a go-between for Tywin, but why not burn bridges instead? I guess it was at least in character... bottom line is this isn't a clever intrigue character and now he's wrapped up in conflicting plots. Maybe he will continue failing up, but I wouldn't be too surprised to see some real failure in his future.

>>3886754
>hurr-durr why weren't you using foresight and why aren't you playing a straightforward fighter character as a mastermind

>>3886781
>maybe I shouldn't go out of my way to be a prick to this guy who is way above me on the social ladder

>WOW WHAT A MASTERMIND 4D Chess XD!

--- Ser Mervyn’s Persuasion (Convince) Test ---
Rolled: 13 vs DC: 12, 15, 18
Result: One Degree of Success, Failed, Failed

“Why not my Lord? Ser Austin is of noble birth, and as you can clearly see an honourable man and an anointed knight besides. Not to mention that the fact he very well may win this tournament should speak volumes about his skill with a lance.”

“Yes, he’s of noble blood but he’s only a cousin to the Knight of Standfast. So while a fourth daughter should be married to a knight, what would the children of such a union stand to inherit? Little and less. They’d be landless Ser, dependant on whomever their knightly father served for their well being, even if their father was a knight of skill and honour. No, I’m afraid I need more of reason than that to bless a union between these two.”

He gives you a hard stare and you can see that the gruff Lord Gwayne Garner was a tough negotiator, and someone who cared deeply for his family if his talk of inheritance was to be believed. Or it simply could have been avarice you couldn’t say truly.

“What more purpose would there be than to ensure your daughter was married to a good man?” You ask this already knowing the answer. Ser Austin had told you that Lord Titus was to be dining with Lord Garner as well. “Unless you mean that of alliance my Lord, but that is something I cannot give. I’m only a household knight. Those promises will have to be made between yourself and Lord Titus.”

His stare curdles slightly, and he momentarily turns his attention back to his meal. Some sort of fish which had been baked in clay that he was breaking apart with a small mallet. Upon cracking open it’s shell, the fish smelt of salt and lemon and herbs and was served with potatoes which had also been flavoured with the exotic citrus flavouring. Alyssa gives you the slightest of hints, touching your foot with her own and a slight head nod and you try to fill the silence.

“Also my Lord, there is uh…the matter of the dowry to be paid. I assure that Ser Austin is a reasonable man and…”

Alyssa places her hand over top of your own, giving you a look that screams stop talking before placing her goblet of wine down and clearing her throat politely…

--- Can I get 6d6 (4D+2B) for Alyssa's Persuasion (Charm) --- Test

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

>>3886861

Rolled 4, 4, 1, 6, 5, 5 = 25 (6d6)

>>3886861

Rolled 6, 1, 5, 4, 4, 1 = 21 (6d6)

>>3886861

Alyssa putting in WORK. Seven bless her noble and kind soul

>>3886890
But she still wont do buttstuff!

--- Alyssa’s Persuasion (Charm) Test ---
Rolled 20 vs DC: 12, 15, 18
Results: Two Degrees of Success, Two Degrees of Success, One Degree of Success

“My Lord, I can see that you are still a fearsome warrior even now, and I have heard tales from your prime that spoke of your bravery and skill. I’ve also heard tales of your son and his victories at tournaments held in Kayce, Lannisport and Crakehall and as such I know how highly you place emphasis on the arts of war. Well my Lord, although my husband is too humble to admit such a thing, he is a fearsome fighter himself. Surely you saw how he unhorsed Ser Tygett Lannister? And truth be told, the joust is not even my husbands strong suit. You see my Lord, he was born to a hedge knight and as such was rarely given the opportunity to practice with tourney lances but rest assured there are few warriors as fearsome with sword or hammer.”

Lord Garner’s attention lies fully on your wife as she speaks, having even placed down his mallet and fish fork to listen intently as she goes on about your exploits.

“He is so skilled in fact that he was named Master at Arms not so long ago, and as I’m sure you’ll find upon meeting my father, that he is no fool. My husband was the correct choice so you can rest assured that when your lovely daughter bears Ser Austin a son, he will be trained by only the finest and most skilled of knights at Ember Peak.”

Lord Garner nods his head thoughtfully, clearly impressed by Alyssa telling of your abilities as he gives you an up and down look as if trying to picture you teaching his grandsons the arts of war, but he still wasn’t entirely convinced.

“That would ease my unease to be sure my Lady, however, the fact remains that my grandchildren would be dependent on Lord Titus’ good graces being only a household knight. I know I’ve let loose many a man when I no longer have need of services, so why should I risk allowing my daughter and grandchildren to become nothing more than the wife of a potential hedge knight?”

The smile she gives you was a beaming one, full of pride and happiness that was full to the brim with confidence and she leans in across the table in a conspiratorial manner.

“My good Lord, Ser Mervyn is Master at Arms and Captain of my fathers household knights. He is close friends with my elder brother, Tygon, who happens to be the heir to Ember Peak. I know it may be bold of me to say when nothing is ever guaranteed in this life but… I have it on some good authority that my husband will be given land and title my Lord, to form a cadet branch of House Reynold. Of course that would mean he would have to give up his title of Master at Arms, as well as Captain and both of those roles would need filling most urgently. Husband, who would you say is the best man for the job amongst your men?”

You give her a knowing smile, even you could see exactly what she was doing. There was likely no “good authority” of you being given land or title but Lord Garner wouldn’t know as such, meanwhile Alyssa would likely tell her father such a tale and Lord Titus would most likely play along with his beloved daughters tale.

“That would be Ser Austin Osgrey himself. He might not be the most veteran man under my command, but he is certainly my most skilled.”

Alyssa smiles her sweet and charming smile at Lord Garner and you could see a smile beginning to crack at the corners of his lips, which soon turns into a booming laugh.

“Aye, alright little lady, you can stop singing your husbands praise. I can see that Jennifer will be in safe hands in your lands, and if this marriage is half as happy as your own than I’ll be a happy man. A high position of honour will satisfy my worry, and I’ll be sure to mention it your father on the morrow.”

You looked at your wife, who was daintily patting her lips with a napkin and gives you a wink, and you looked at Ser Austin and can see him smiling a smile as broad as his shoulders, and his hopefully soon to be bride was smiling behind her pink cheeks, staring at the floor in embarrassment. The five of you continue to dine and laugh long into the night until eventually you and Alyssa take your leave. Lord Garner escorts you out of his pavilion and just as you were leaving by the flap he grabbed you by the bicep and pulled you in closer to him.

“You best be treating that wife of yours kindly Ser. It’s not every day that a woman like that gets born” as he gives Alyssa a wistful stare and she stops as she turns along the path, waving you ahead smiling.

Together you walked arm in arm, laughing and talking about the course of the evening, the food, the wine and the company as you walk into your chambers and look upon your wife…

--- Any questions to ask of Alyssa? ---
>yay (specify)
>nay, just write the sex scene already

>>3886966
>yay (specify)

Making a lot of assumptions my dear wife, or do you know something i do not ?

Then sex scene

>>3886966
>What would i ever do without you?

>>3886966
this >>3886978

>>3886966
>Making a lot of assumptions my dear wife, or do you know something i do not ?
Sorry, what? I know Tygon promised us land for our sneaky bit of upcoming murder but Titus doesn't know anything about that does he?
If Garner mentions it to Titus on the morrow and gets shut down then Austin is fucked and we look like a fool.

Has Alyssa just manuevered Titus and Tyrus into a position where they're essentially obliged to publicly state that they plan to land us?

>>3886992
Kind of sort of. Alyssa will be going and talking to her father on the morrow and inform him of whats going on, so she is essentially planting the idea in Titus' head. Speaking of which, I suppose I could use a roll for her to see if she can persuade him to play along.

6d6 please

Rolled 3, 6, 2, 1, 1, 3 = 16 (6d6)

>>3886996

Rolled 4, 1, 1, 5, 6, 4 = 21 (6d6)

>>3886996

Rolled 4, 2, 3, 3, 6, 5 = 23 (6d6)

>>3886996

>>3886999 - 19

Alyssa literally cannot be stopped. When she turns 18 she's going to get 30 EXP for progressing into the next age bracket. I think when her birthday comes around next month I'll put it to a vote where that experience goes because she's kind of a blank slate right now. Definitely more of a schemer type or character, but what specific direction should we take her in? Who knows. .

Anywho, writing!

>>3887009
baby making of course, gonna need that football team

>>3887009
Could we not get her character sheet, whenever you get around to it?
Even if we've no input on how she is built up.

>>3887063
https://1drv.ms/x/s!Am-XCwIRrb9Hgw02nk_V-7vmSHU1

Ask and you shall receive

“What would I ever do without you…?”

She laughs as she turns to face you, reclining in a chair as she moves to take off her shoes.

“Oh I don’t know Ser. Struggle most likely, it’s a good thing your tongue is good for other things because your hopeless at negotiating.”

The smile she gives you is a wicked one and you close the distance to her in an instant, slamming the heavy wooden door behind you as you pick up your wife effortlessly and placing her onto a table as you bring your lips to hers. She stops you however with a single finger pressed onto your hungry lips and clicks her heels together telling you that her boots needed unlacing and you growl in frustration but fall to a knee nonetheless as your think fingers begin to make short work of the lacing of the footwear as she begins to fumble with her own bodice as best she can. Throwing the boots aside as soon as you have them off you begin to kiss your way up her legs and you throw up her dress as you close in on the prize you desire.

You tear open a hole in her tights in your excitement to which she gasps, and soon enough the taste of her fills your mouth as her words begin to lose their form until all you can hear is the crackle of fire and her heavy breathing, punctuated by a not so occasional moan. Her hands crawl over you, trying to undress you desperately and you soon break free from her womanhood as you come up to kiss her hard and the two of you fumble hurriedly at each others clothing trying to get each other out of them. More than a few buttons and straps would need repair in the morning you have time to think as you carried your now skyclad wife over to your bed as you crawled over her, biting at her from head to toe before finally entering her in full.

Her gasp was music to your ear and it was all you could do not to spill your seed inside her in that instant. The rhythmic pounding was like a war drum, and your wife clawed and bit at you leaving deep scratches down your back and bruises on your chest and shoulders as the two of you dive into the pleasure and warmth of each others bodies. Her own climax takes her as you lift her legs above your shoulders as the contractions sync up with the pounding of your heart and her own breath as she begans to breathily stammer out “S-spill…your…seed on…on my…belly..”.

That was all the prompting you took, and the release you felt was one of the highest relief as you collapsed onto the sheet next to her trying to catch your breath. She reaches over and pulls a small pillow over to her to wipe your seed from her and flings it away once shes satisfied she’s cleaned herself up enough and nestles her body into you for a time, a happy silence filling the room before she looks up at you with a look on her face.

“Mervyn, I think…I don’t want you to be worried but…my last moons blood never came. I know Maester Aethan said I should refrain from..well…this, but…I might be pregnant again…”

A worried tone comes into her voice. Maester Aethan had indeed informed you that she should abstain from sex, for the possibility of another pregnancy could cause lasting harm on her or even death.

“What…what are we going to do Merv?”

Silence over takes you once again as you stare back at her, only, this wasn’t the empty and hollow stare most men knew you for. Your sky blue eyes had been the last thing many a soul had looked into before they died as they searched for any sign of mercy but found nothing. Yet, as Alyssa looked into your eyes she looked into eyes with a stoic bearing, a gaze that showed only the strength and courage that she needed.

“We’ll do what we do. You already gave birth to a difficult child. Not only was he large, but Maester Aethan told me he fought the entire way. I’m sure this time the gods will bless us with a child who takes after their mother, not their father. And if they should have a problem granting that request, they can take it up with my hammer.”

This brings a quiet laugh to her as she pulls herself closer to you, fingers running over old scars and wounds as the two of you lie together and eventually fall to slumber in each others company, as if finally safe from the woes and troubles of the world outside the chambers door…

--- Break ---

I think I'm going to wrap that up here for the day. I'll be around a little bit for any questions and such. That discussion that was going on about what Mervyn is going to do after his choice was rather interesting, and he really is stuck between a rock and a hard place. I'm curious to see what way you all end up choosing to go with it.

>>3887102
Mervyn is gonna be a Rhino in a fine glass store.

Alyssa is gonna die in childbirth. Isnt she?

>>3887122
Yes
No
Man the day she gives birth is going to be tense

>>3887102
Elleanor's not going to be easily fooled regardless of what we go with. The fact that Anons spilled the beans to her about our ambition (though she more than likely could have guessed it anyway with our past actions) is only going to make her more sceptical about whatever story we conjure up to explain why the dude's dead. I think we should go with what that other Anon said and claim we saved Tygon at the expense of Sebaston (if either or us are injured, all the more convincing). If Elleanor is angry about that, we can just ask her what she would have preferred: the current situation or a dead son. Preferably Tygon will be right next to us when we ask her point blank. If she hesitates at all, Tygon will know without a shadow of a doubt that we're bros and his mother cares more about the past than the future of the house.

If all goes to plan, we will be in good standing with Tygon and we can potentially mitigate the damage with Elleanor by showing that although we failed to do as she asked we're still undeniably loyal to the house. She's intelligent and can undoubtedly figure out way to exploit that in her vendetta if that's the case. If we fail, then at best she's going to see us as nothing more than a lowborn retard trying to play the game of his betters which, granted, isn't that far off of how she sees us right now given that last conversation we had with her. After the dirty shit we've done for her, she has a lot of ways that she can screw us over or make life hard for us and even getting close to Tygon won't be enough to protect us.

In character, the way I see it we are not "betraying" Elleanor but rather prioritising our loyalty to the house above that of our loyalty to her. Though, admittedly, whatever comes from this is far more favourable to us and our future goals than fucking with Tywin. Saying that, though... I really doubt any of this is going to happen cleanly. I'm looking forward to the shit that's gonna go down.

>>3887122
>>3887163
Would boosting End help her odds?

>>3887176
It should start getting messy very soon, and after Harrenhal there will be some big internal things going on at Ember Peak. I'm also excited to see how this all plays out.

>>3887177
Unfortunately not. I rolled for the circumstances of her birth a thread or two ago, and it came up as a 16. The chart I have was changed due to her getting pregnant again so soon but I think it's going to be a sad day and likely touch on some things that no ASOIAF thread has dealt with before on /qst/ or /tg/

>>3887212
Alyssa confirmed ded

>>3887235
It's not gonna be a good day in King's Landing with punished Mervyn there.

>>3887176
We are going to really need to be convincing badly. We will be committing to killing Titus the way I see it. Get in good with both camps. But if she has a good reason to not trust us. Even if the whole world won't know it she could let Tygon know or have his doubts. Granted she would also be letting him know she put us up for it. It is quite a double-edged sword but we would surely lose that's for sure. Especially if say we were a widow...
You really shouldn't have hinted at something. Even if she isn't dying people will play a certain way now.
Things are really picking up, im wondering if something like cunning or Fighting would do us better. I would prefer to study more with our wife and gain more heraldry knowledge

>>3887306
If we could get our fighting from 5 to 6 before Harrenhal, we would basically be on the same level as the other freaks.

>>3887369
Bludgeon fighter 2 or armor Mastery would be nice.
Have we a destiny point to use up for these things?Couldn't we save our wife? Or she save her self with her destiny point?
I am all for fighting 6. Anyone that isn't a true badass would cower under our weapon. And if we use the warhammer..we could be one-shotting everything and scaring off trained units.
enemies always losing a lesser action once hit is a pretty nice incentive and losing a -1 on tests is a nice thing to round it up as we keep hitting them.

Perhaps she could prepare her body for when the time comes? Maybe eat more food and drink some healthy tonics

>>3887369
>>3887404
It would be useful for jousting, but less so in the melee with Mervyn's bludgeon expertise making him effectively fighting 6 there anyway. You start to get diminishing returns when rolling that high because you're capped at 4 degrees of success. Why not split the difference and grab awareness? It feels fluffy with everything that's been going on and helps both combat and intrigue.

That's just from the grand melee/dueling perspective. If the intent is to focus more on jousting, then yeah more fighting is best.

>>3887306
In regards to the implications about Alyssa, I'll go on record saying I did that on purpose. I want you guys to be nervous about it, just like Mervyn is. Pregnancy was (and still is) a dangerous thing, especially in this setting and given our circumstances I think itll help make decisions more in character.

In regards to experience, I'm pretty sure you guys wont get enough experience to gain a rank in an ability, but odds are you'll get enough for a specialty or two.

As for the destiny point, the one we spent will be back and free to spend as you guys will if you would like to pick up another benefit. Likely Armor Mastery or Bludgeon Fighter as mentioned, but some anons in previous threads have mentioned picking up more command type benefits in the future so who knows where that might go.

>>3887462
We are gonna be double tricked. The one dying in childbirth is actually Obella and Alyssa is gonna turn out fine

>>3887090
Knowledge Focus (Heraldry) but no Heraldry bonus dice?

>>3887409
The smartest thing to do would be hiring an obstetrician (lol) specialist maester care in advance.

Joe, what do you think of that?


>>3887423
Awareness doesn't help when you're making an intrigue test yourself. Mervyn's score in it is already solid desu.

Athletics (Strength) is likely where we should invest. Especially considering the availability of XP before the tournament.

>>3887423
>>3887501
>>3887404
Fighting 6 might be overkill in a duel but as you say, it's still good in the joust or when trying to solo enemy units (that -20 penalty man). And even in a duel we could start taking the cautious attack action (-1D penalty in exchange for +3 CD).
Personally though I'd much rather increase our Warfare. If we get that to rank 4 then we could pick Inspiring or Leader of Men as a benefit and we saw how fucking powerful the latter is in our battle against the Swyfts. I also like the flavour of it - it would represent Mervyn's growing comfort with command and his men's respect for him. Not to mention, we can get away with our current single-minded focus on personal combat now as simple household knight but once we're landed we'll need to be able to lead forces on our own.

All fairly irrelevant at this stage since we're unlikely to get 30 xp before Harrenhal.
We should probably think about specialties.

>Warfare (Command)
An eventual near-necessity if we're going to continue leading troops into battle but at this stage we should probably choose something that'll be useful at Harrenhal.
>Deception (Bluff)
Useful for intrigues and hiding say the murder of noble heir. useful but lets not pretend we'll be able to get it high enough to outwit Elleanor.
>Fighting (Bludgeons or Spears)
I dunno. I kinda feel like Bludgeons is high enough already whether we're soloing units or murdering noble heirs mano a mano. Spears would only come up in the joust. More dice in combat are always good though.
>Persuasion (Charm or any of the others really)
Probably one of the better options. Persuasion comes up a lot and just 1 bonus dice in charm or convince or something synergises nicely with Attractive. We can't always really on Alyssa to be there for us.
>Athletics (Strength)
Strength helps is good for +1 damage in a duel if we're using our big boi warhammer but it does nothing in battle since we'd usually be mounted and using our cavalry hammer.
It also should help in the joust since, iirc, you are supposed to deal/take damage in a joust and tourney lances are also Powerful weapons.
>Everything else
Honourable mentions to Agility (Quickness) for the chance to go first in melee and KO our enemies before they even get the chance to swing at us, and Animal Handling (Ride) for the extra +1 to our passive defense in the joust. Everything else is too niche, irrelevant or just garbage.

>>3887501
>Smartest thing to do would be hiring an obstetrician (lol) specialist maester
Inb4 she dies from the intrapartum bloodletting they prescribe to stop her bleeding to death during delivery.

We definitely should go talk to Maester Aethan about anything we can do to improve her chances.

>>3887493
>No Heraldry bonus dice
No what now?

>>3887533
>No what now?
Disregard that. I assumed there is a heraldry specialty under knowledge.

I too was thinking how to round out Mervyn to be more than just a strong combatant stat-wise.
Out of strife lists Prepared for siege improvement under master of arms. Studying siegecraft could be an interesting martial venue to explore.

Are there any specialties that help muster and drill troops?

>Everything else is too niche, irrelevant or just garbage.
Sadly true. One on the subject thing I'd like Mervyn to have is an increase in Status (Reputation). He is making a name for himself as a human wrecking ball.

And I would like that Fighting 6 too to capitalize on his near heroic skill in combat.

>>3887493
Yeah so under the "Knowledge" ability it doesn't really seem to have a specifc investment option for different sub groups. So essentially, Alyssa can use her one bonus die in education for regular knowledge tests, and it converts to a test die when its regarding heraldry and what not. At least that's how I play it.

>>3887501
Ember Peak already has a Maester, and he's a fairly good one too. Just to clear the air about it, I promise that there will be some things within your guys' control and they'll come up in due time.

>>3887533
I mean at Harrenhal you'll be going up against the best of the best. WE're talking some fighting 6. maybe even 7 type of characters. But war is also on the horizon, so it'll be up to you guys what you want to do in his charcacter development. The singular fighter one man army or a more well rounded man capable of leading an army.

Regarding the specialties, those are all rather good for him I have to say. Strength is one that also applies in war in the initial charge with a war lance as well, while Bluff of a persuasion specialty would also be nice. Command is another likely one that will get some emphasis before long I expect.

>>3887545
Mervyn being a siege expert could be a fun twist to his character, studying architecture with an engineer perhaps?

Status (Reputation) is something I agree with 100%.

Anyhow, I'll be running tonight around 6pm MST to get through our hunt and skim through the rest of the wedding. See you all tonight

>>3887707
>Mervyn being a siege expert could be a fun twist to his character, studying architecture with an engineer perhaps?
He is good at break both things and people. This is just a logical extension of the already familiar, I like it.

>>3887707
I feel like that Mervyn is like bronn when it comes to sieges, he isn't booksmart, he knows how cruel can people be when theres starvation and war

>>3888199
During the sack of kings landing he himself will probably become a frothing beast as it so often happens. Loot, Rape and Burn

>>3888202
Putting Malroy heads on spikes.

>>3888202
>>3888318
The alternative is we get so fucking scary our men keep their loot and rape boners in check because they're more scared of us than they are taken by their urges.

>>3888202
Hell yeah, anyone knows how long till the big war? I know that harrenhall is coming after this

>>3888199
Fun fact. Mervyn's been in a siege before which lasted about three months before it was lifted. He was employed to a bannermen of the Blackwoods during his time in the riverlands, and he saw how nasty they can become first hand.

>>3888202
>>3888318
>>3888391

Kings Landing is going to be so phenomenal to write, I really hope we manage to get there and don't end up getting murdered, killed or executed before it happens.

>>3888425
In my timeline I have the war officially starting in Month 4 of 282 and lasting for ~9/10~ months. As for what happens in the West during most of it? That's secret.

>>3888555
>Month 4 of 282
Wait, what?! Only 7 months away?
Hot damn son.

>>3888555
>our wife may die while we are fighting
jesus mervs going to ruin armies when he gets that letter

>>3888555
So uh weren't you supposed to run by now? Or do I have my timezones all wrong?

>>3888665
Its 4AM at his place, so you got the timezones wrong

>>3888666
Right. Thought he said he'd run earlier tonight (for him)

>>3888665
Yeah I posted on Twitter I wouldn't be able to run yesterday due to some family stuff coming up. Anyhow, I'm awake and writing

--- 01/10/281 ---

You’d left Fair Castle at the break of dawn as the first tendrils of light were beginning to creep their way over the horizon and the only sounds to be heard were those of the morning birds beginning to chirp punctuated by clop of the four horses that Ser Sebaston Farman, Ser Gareth Clifton, Tygon and yourself rode as well as the tread of the dozen or so men at arms that accompanied you on the hunt. They all held spears and hunting knives and two of them each held the leashes of three dogs who seemed to be remarkably well trained as they were yet to bay or howl.

You stretch in the saddle before huddling under your black wolfskin cloak as Triumph hooves crunched down the morning frost. It was a frigid morning and a layer of white covered most of the ground and the leather armour that you wore was struggling to keep out the morning chill, making you all the more thankful for your cloak. Leaving the road behind you, the party soon enters the woods which takes on a silence all the more deafening before Ser Sebaston and Ser Gareth begin to chatter.

“And how does my sister fare in Clifton Gareth? It’s been far too long since I’ve seen her or my nieces last…”

“Oh Jeyne is doing well Ser. She regrets that she can’t be here but she’s just about ready to give birth again. It’ll be a son this time she says. She’s so confident about it I almost believe her.”

The two men fall to quiet laughter as you learn from listening that Jeyne Farman was Ser Sebastons sister, and currently had two children with Ser Clifton. Both daughters as it was, but with a third on the way. You also learn of Clifton, a small market town on the opposite coast of Fair Isle which was the reason that they knew of these pirates on the northern tip of the island. Apparently they had not attacked the town of Clifton itself, but the small fishing villages that dotted the coast had been harried and ravaged, with survivors heading to Clifton to inform the Knight of Clifton of their woes, and so Ser Clifton had come here to Fair Isle to seek his lords help.

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“How many longships do you reckon there are Ser Gareth?” you pipe up as the discussion continues in the military tone. The man looks back to you and you can see by his expression he’s glad to have someone ask in serious manner.

“From what my smallfolk tell me, I’m estimating between ten or twelve Ser, so in the neighbourhood of 200 men, although they rarely gather in their full strength. They slink off in pairs or triads and raid and flee, either to cover more ground or leave their base protected.”

“And what’s your plan here? Fight them at sea? Try and find their hideout?”

“We’d be mad to try and fight the ironborn on the waves Ser. Their ships may only by longships, but should they board our galley they fight like demons on the waves. They spend their whole lives on the sea they do, and it shows. Plus, you and your men are knights proper Ser, and horses don’t account for much on the water, nor does heavy armour. No, I reckon we find them, put to shore and we take them by surprise. On land, the crew of the Morning Wind and the Seagull should be an even fight, and with the element of surprise it should be in our favour. Add in a charge from your knights Ser we should rout these heathens from our shores with little trouble.”

It was a good plan you figure, and it took away your worry of having to fight on board a ship and out of your armour but Ser Sebaston interrupts the conversation saying that there would be time enough to discuss those types of plans and instead brings the group to a halt. The dogs had begun to sniff the ground and the time for the hunting to begin was close at hand.

“I would suggest a wager Sers. We split into two teams, each with their own team of dogs. Ser Gareth and I against Tygon and Ser Mervyn. The team to find and slay the boar gets the glory, and say…fifty golden dragons apiece?”

--- Accept Ser Sebastons Terms? ---
>Yay
>Nay, propose different terms/teams
>Nay, all together

>>3888812
>Nay, propose different terms/teams

Mervyn/Gareth

Tygon/Sebsaton

>>3888812
>Yay

>>3888814
This. We might be able to off Gareth so he wont be there when we kill the Farman

>>3888812
>--- Accept Ser Sebastons Terms? ---
Let Tygon make the decision for us.
We cant be to eager to kill yet. Or else ots a series of bad events happening and people start to question things.

>>3888812
>Yay

>>3888832
So fucking ruthless, I like it.
On the other hand if both Clifton and Sebaston pass away it will invite extreme suspicion.

Maybe even split Mervyn-Sebaston and Gareth-Tygon. Make it more challenging with an unfamiliar partner. Try to get a measure of Sebaston while he is by himself, I want to watch his reaction at the suggestion.

>>3888814
I'll second the teams, but I don't want to try to kill Gareth.

>>3888814
Mervyn/Gareth - 3
>>3888814
>>3888832
>>3888876

Mervyn/Tygon - 3
>>3888830
>>3888853
>>3888857

Mervyn/Sebaston - 1
>>3888872

I'll let it sit for a little longer unless someone wants to break the tie

>>3888872
>I want to watch his reaction at the suggestion.
Does he suspect anything? I know he doesn't like Mervyn but what are his reasons?

>>3888885
No he doesn't suspect anything. He just doesn't like Mervyn for a few reasons.

1. He's lowborn. Alot of the people he's met don't like him for that reason. Tygett, Herman, Sebaston, Samwell Serrett, Ser Terence Lantell. It's an extensive list who view him as an upjumped shitheel.

2. He shitkicked him at Tygon's wedding and made him look bad.

3. There's just a personality clash.

>>3888890
Thanks, I'll continue to fish for anons who would also like to put him off with the proposed split.

>>3888881
>>3888814
Why not? Wild card it.

>>3888932
Works for me.

Alright, can I get 3d6 for Persuasion to see if we can convince the group

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

>>3888943

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

>>3888943

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

>>3888943

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

>>3888947
Good enough to convince Tygon and Gareth, but Sebaston is going to be salty. Writing

>>3888955
Sebaston strikes me as being salty over most things.

>>3888967
He's been spoiled his entire life, but feels he doesn't live up to his fathers expectations which he doesn't, so he is kind of a bitter man

>>3888967
>>3888971
Nothing a good drowning can't cure.

>>3888973
Implying this guy jerking off to warships can't swim.

>>3888980
cant while wearing armor

>>3888983
I believe he has enough common sense for that. If you've noticed that he poses a striking difference aboard. Still want to take a measure of him mano o mano

Rolled 1, 5, 3, 4, 3 = 16 (5d6)

--- Ser Mervyn’s Persuasion Test ---
Rolled 13 Vs DC: 9, 12, 15
Results;
Tygon Reynold: Convinced
Ser Gareth Clifton: Convinced
Ser Sebaston Farman: Unconvinced

“Why not make it a different type of challenge? Instead of making it Ember Peak against Fair Isle, make it against knights and their future lords? Ser Gareth and I against our future Lords?”

Tygon gives you a look that you can’t quite discern but his expression as he quickly regains his composure and soon changes to a smile and half a laugh. “A great idea Ser Mervyn. I have to say I felt that the competition would be too one sided with both of us on a single team.” The young lordling chuckles and looks about to the other members of the group. Ser Gareth gives a simple shrug and a grunt before looking to Ser Sebaston whose face shows nothing but annoyance.

“Ser Gareth, do you… consent to such a pairing? I would not wish to inflict company other than my own upon you?”

“Makes no matter to me Sebaston. I hear Ser Mervyn here has a son, I’m sure there are some things that two fathers can speak of while we hunt…”

“Fine then. The stakes still stand, 50 dragons a piece. And Tygon and I are taking the dogs.”

Ser Sebaston snaps his fingers and the two men at arms holding the leashes come forward and follow their lord as he turns into the bush, Tygon giving you a shrug as the two of your parties begin to split up. Most of the men also follow after Sebaston and Tygon, leaving only two men to accompany SerGareth and yourself as you walk down another path into the heavily wooded brush along a game trail. Together you walk, ducking past loose sticks shooting out into the path and stepping over twisted roots. You walk in silence for the better part of half an hour before Ser Gareth raises and arm and the group comes to a halt…

Can I get 3d6 for Ser Gareth’s Survival Test?

My dice are for Ser Sebastons+Ser Tygon's with the help of the dogs.

Rolled 6, 4, 4 = 14 (3d6)

>>3889024
So, we fragging him ?

Rolled 6, 6, 5 = 17 (3d6)

>>3889024

Rolled 2, 2, 6 = 10 (3d6)

>>3889024
>I hear Ser Mervyn here has a son, I’m sure there are some things that two fathers can speak of while we hunt…”
Don't want to kill Gareth.

>>3889027
Well son of a bitch, you guys beat the lordlings to the boar with that 17.

>>3889026
I can put it to a vote I suppose.

--- Take the opportunity to kill Ser Gareth Clifton in the confusion? ---
>yay
>nay

>>3889033
>yay

>>3889033
>yay

He slipped and hit his head on a rock

>>3889033
>Well son of a bitch, you guys beat the lordlings to the boar with that 17.
Who would've thunk! Alyssa needs that vivifying prime boar meat.

>>3889033
Nay

>>3889033
>nay

>>3889038
>>3889036
Gonna make it harder for us when we need to kill the lordling.

>>3889041
>>3889035
Well don't forget you have two other witnesses present. The odds of three men falling and hitting their heads are slim indeed so you'll have to think of a way to deal with the men at arms

>>3889041
Even it happens, Gareth's death won't speak in your favor when Sebaston finds his end. You're making a mistake.

>>3889033
>nay
More than one death would be suspicious.

>>3889033
>nay
To many deaths would make it very suspicious

Looking like a 4 - 2 for >nay

Alright, just going to stretch my legs fast and I'll get writing

yeah killing him right now would be suspicious as hell, thats why we are hunting

Ser Gareth cocks his head to the side as if to listen, before looking on the trail before you and he crouches forth at what you first thought was just a small imprint but Ser Gareth looks ack at you with a smile.

“The beast was here. Perhaps only an hour ago, this track is fresh. HA! Sebaston and I were here at that same glade we parted ways at not a week ago. The great beast had bee there then too, but we lost him. I’m sure if he hadn’t taken his dogs away with him they’d be howling like the hounds of hell.”

The man grimaces at you apologetically as he stands again and begins to walk with you. “You’ll have to forgive Sebaston Ser. He’s a prickly man, and I heard all about how you thrashed him in that melee at Ember Peak. Said you targeted him unfairly and all that. I can’t say I believed a word of it, but you know how it goes. Sometimes you have to kiss the hand that feeds you and all that. He actually is a good man once you get to know him.”

“I’ll take your word for it. No offense to your liege and all, but he just seems like every other highborn I seem to meet.”

The conversation turns to that of your birth and upbringing, and Ser Gareth seems shocked that you had risen so high but he doesn’t seem condescending in his questions, only curious. You bring up your son Marqus, and he in turn brings up his two daughters which were named Giselle and and Genevieve and he talks of his future plans for his daughters.

“One day I hope that Sebaston will have a son or two, and sees fit to marry one of them to my family as his father has done with his sister. Giselle is three and clever as any child has a right to be. She’ll make an excellent Lady of Fair Castle one day I imagine. It’s a tough thing no? Trying to plan your children’s future? Speaking of your own son, have you thought of potentially fostering him? You said you were lowborn, and I don’t mean to be so rude Ser, but perhaps one day you might think of fostering the boy in Clifton? The Farmans and Reynolds are allying together, so why should the Cliftons and yourself do the same? I know Lord Sebastion would approve of it, and perhaps if your boy and my girl grow up together, a bountiful marriage could even rise from such a fostering?”

--- Thoughts? ---
>Thank him, but tell him about the opportunity in Goldengrove?
>Thank him, but say you aren’t sure
>Thank him, and accept
>Something else(write in)