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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, and mother to hers and Ser Mervyn’s infant son, Marqus. She is driven and tenacious, if not impatient and occasionally jealous, 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.

>Tyrus Reynold, 15
Tyrus Reynold is Ser Mervyn’s squire and the second son and fifth child of Lord Titus and Lady Elleanor. He has the makings of fearsome fighter and knight, although his temper can be dangerous and difficult to control. He is the same height as his sponsor and looks to soon over take him in size, if not skill, and resembles his father in looks but his mother in colouring. Soon to be a father to a bastard child, and is in love with a common girl from the kitchens of Ember Peak by the name of Rose. .

>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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--- 16/12/281 ---

You inhaled sharply as you rolled your shoulders trying to drive the aching stiffness from them from the previous days events as Tyrus was finishing up fastening buckles and straps about your armour and ensuring that you were prepared for the open round of the melee that would be fought until only two men remained. Rumour had it that the final two men would duel in front of King Aerys himself. You flexed the muscles in your right leg and found a stabbing flare of pain shoot up in the joint of your knee as you recall the wound you’d sustained at the hands of Lord “Bronze” Yohn Royce. His sword had connected fiercely and the joint had been black and blue with a massive bruise when you had awoken but you had grit your teeth as you look down at your squire. His own lip had been sewn up by the maester and his own bruising in his eye had nearly swollen shut but he seemed unbothered by his injuries as he went about his duties.

“So are you going to tell me what happened Tyrus? Why you took so long to return after seeking out Ser Creighton and why Alyssa and Cerenna returned to my pavilion to find a guest waiting unattended?”

He looks up at you with his one good eye and an oddly proud look as his red eyebrow curls up above the sea green iris as he kneels to adjust a strap on your leg before standing and inhaling sharply as he wiped his nose with his forearm.

“Like I said last night Ser, it was nothing. A few squires who were looking for a fight is all it was.”

You give the boy, or young man rather, a hard stare as if to ask for more details and he sighs, rolling his eyesin such a way that it earns him a cuff about his ear with your gauntleted hand to which he curses and rubs the back f his head to ease the sting but he begins to tell the story in better detail.

“I was trying to find the Redfort’s pavilion Ser, when I came upon three squires, probably about my age. We were in between a couple of tents and they called out to me. When I turned the three of them tried to scare me into giving up my purse. I punched the one who did the talking right in the nose and the other two started attacking me. They got in a few shots but they stopped and fled like cowards once I managed to break one of their noses.”

Tyrus folds up his arms and nods his head to say that the matter was settled and needed no further intervention, but you asked after if he recognized any heraldry the squires might have been wearing.

“The leader of the three was a Frey, that much I know. He was a small weasely looking boy but I didn’t recognize the others. One of them had a pitchfork on his coat, or maybe it was a trident. I don’t know. The other one had a black porcupine pin attaching his cloak. They ran off once porcupine boys nose got bloody. I chased after ‘em but I lost them pretty soon after that in the crowd.”

You stared at him for a moment before nodding your head but you tell him in no uncertain terms is he to go looking for fights with them should he run into them to which he nods his head silently and finishes up his work and the two of you are soon heading out towards your horses as he helps you mount Triumph and the two of you make your way to the melee grounds.

The earth had been raked over although you could still see the occasional spot of blood or horseshit staining the ground as you peered over the wooden rails into the arena. Other knights were gathering as well, keen to be early to talk amongst friends and allies, to boast to rivals and threaten enemies and you could see banners flying from the posts of the fencing showing off the heraldry of the men who were competing, as well as the black and red of House Targaryen. You could see Ser Lestor Langward, as well as Ser Austin Osgrey in his chequey tabard amongst the quality of your competition. Ser Dontos Malroy was there as well all clad in black and slightly ajar from the rest of the men. There was also a giant, Ser Robert Baratheon, mounted upon an impressive black destrier and wielding a warhammer and shield in such a way that commanded respect. Finally you spied Pastorn, arriving upon his own magnificent golden steed in his purple armour that mirrored the colours of his house. He dismounted as he saw to some minor detail of his saddles strapping. If you wanted to speak with anyone before the final round of the melee began, it would have to be now…

--- Who to speak with before the melee? ---
>Ser Pastorn Malroy
>Ser Austin Osgrey
>Ser Lestor Langward
>Write in (Someone Else)

--- What to speak of before the melee? ---
>An alliance until the end
>Declaring a first target
>Write in (Someone Else)

>>4050226
>Ser Pastorn Malroy
>An alliance until the end

>>4050226
Might be more in luck if you'd announce that you were running on twitter Joe.

Also good to see you back

>>4050226
>>Ser Pastorn Malroy
>>An alliance until the end

>>4050226
>Ser Pastorn Malroy
>Declaring a first target

Bobby B. We have to hit him when we're strongest. Either we get lucky or we at least make an impact on him that he remembers before he gets into a battle rage.

>>4050270
We will look so cool for like 5 seconds when our breastplate gets caved in

>>4050226
>>Ser Pastorn Malroy
>>An alliance until the end

>>4050277
If Bonze Yohn took us to the ropes, I have no doubt that Bobby will paste us no matter what. If you're advocating for trying to go after a cupcake, I don't think we're going to find any here. We are already well above our league in terms of what was expected of us, now's the time to make sure the right person notices us.

>>4050226
>>Ser Pastorn Malroy
>An alliance until the end

Pastorn and Mervyns budding bromance is my favorite thing. Good to see you back Joe.

>>4050257
He did announce on Twitter

>>4050226
>Ser Pastorn Malroy
>Write in (Someone Else)
>I wanted to wish you good fortune. You're a fine warrior Ser. I would be proud to fight along side you when the need arises. If you ever need a brute of a man you know where to call upon me. Now, I'm ready to bash some skulls.

>>4050301
Yeah, after i suggested it

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>>4050302
Umm

Looks like Pastorn and Mervyn's epic saga continues. Any particular way you guys want to phrase it? Something like >>4050301 or any other way to phrase it?

Can I get 3d6 for convince please

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

>>4050323
Apologise for our ill timed joke during our last meeting

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

>>4050323

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

>>4050323
I'm on with using the write in as part of asking for an alliance. Maybe just add a little like
>Shall we continue our joint venture a little longer to weed out the field?

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

>>4050323

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

>>4050323
fugg, by the seven help

Writing!

I lied because I forgot about lucky. Would you guys like to use lucky to try and persuade him? The DC is 12 because of what all went on with Dontos and Royce, and Pastorn got an earful from his Father.

>>4050368
Yes

>>4050368
Yes.

Glad this quest is back. And I'm also glad you're not retconning Merv dying and having us play his wife dealing with the fallout.

Alright can I get 3d6 please for persuasion? Taking the first roll

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

>>4050377
Don't forget our handsome power.

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

Welcome back

>>4050381
Hurrah

>>4050381
Sneaking by there, but the bromance continues. Well done!

Also, to everyone, really glad to be back and thank you all for your patience! My life is in a super weird place right now and honestly I'm so thrilled to be back doing this. That break was far too long

>>4050372
To be fair Merv did have destiny points to spare.

>>4050372
Ditto, it really sucks because I loved Boggs quest but I hate Femprotag (And going back a thread or two)

You dismounted and made your way towards Pastorn as you weaved your way through the crowd of armoured men, squires and horses and he looks up from his work as he was instructing his young squire about the way to fasten the straps on a saddle when he looks up with his dark emerald eyes and stands to his full height to hail you politely as he moved a strand of black hair out of his eye with his gauntleted hand.

“Good morning Ser Mervyn, I hope the rest of your night fared well.”

You nodded affirmatively and ask after his own evening to which he replies in his polite and measured way.

“The evening was enjoyable Ser, I particularly enjoyed your wife’s company. She is a lovely woman Ser Mervyn, and you are lucky to have such a wife that you love.”

You follow his eyes to the point of his tourney lance where there was a piece of blue cloth edged with white tied and you recognized it as Cerenna’s favour and you can see the look of melancholy fog over his eyes although he soon shakes his head and the fog clears to be replaced by an intense clarity as he resumed his work and you resume the conversation.

“Well Pastorn, for a man as young as you are, you are a fierce warrior and I’m proud to have fought beside you. I’m sure I’ll tell Marqus one day the story of how we rode together at this tourney. What do you say? Would you like to ride together until this thing is through?”

A moment of silence fills the air between the two of you that is broken only by a soft sigh that comes from the young man as he turns to you once more.

“Ser Mervyn, it has been an honour for myself as well. You are one of the few men here who I feel would give my uncle an honest showing, but I may have left out some details of my evening once the feast had concluded. After what happened with both Waters and my uncle, my father was quite wroth with me, and by extension, yourself Ser. He made it quite clear, in no uncertain terms, that he did not wish for me to associate with you any more than necessary, so I fear that it may be unwise to ride together Ser…”

You stare at him and extend out a hand and the he returns the gesture as the two of you clasp forearms in a warriors embrace.

“You’re a man grown Pastorn, and a knight no less. So while your father may be wroth, think of the glory that could be brought to our families if we do this together. Reynold and Malroy fighting together, like your father and my wife’s grandfather once did in the War of the Ninepenny Kings.”

You looked about at the men that surround the two of you and give Pastorn a wry grin.

“Come on, Pastorn. Let’s knock a few of these men into the dirt together.”

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

He looks at the assembled men and back to you and for a moment you think that your words may have been in vain but when he looks back to you the feintest traces of a smile are upon the corners of his lips and he nods his head slowly.

“You have me Ser. We fought well as a team yesterday, and I would be a fool to turn down your offer in the face of such fierce competition.”

You grin and punch the man firmly in his breast plate as you take your leave to make your final preparations, and bring your own horse to his so the two of you might stand together. It was not soon afterwards that a bugle sounds and the entirety of the participants are mounted and making their way into the arena. You look about the arena and see that the two men who have lined up across the field from you are Ser Austin Osgrey and Ser Lestor Langward. The giant Baratheon is near the opposite end of the arena while the Black Knight of Malroy was position almost perfectly in the middle and seemed poised and ready to unleash his frustration on his opponents. You took one last breath of crisp morning air before closing the visor of your helm and looking towards Ser Pastorn who nods in your direction as the horn sounds clear above the cheers of the crowd and you dig in your spurs…

--- Who did Ser Mervyn charge? ---
>Ser Austin Osgrey
>Ser Lestor Langward
>Ser Dontos Malroy (Requires an Animal Handling Test)

--- With what weapon? ---
>Cavalry Hammer
>Tourney Lance

>>4050570
>Ser Austin Osgrey
>Tourney Lance

>>4050570
>Ser Lestor Langward
>Tourney Lance

>>4050570
>>Ser Lestor Langward
>Tourney Lance

>>4050570
>Ser Lestor Langward
>Tourney Lance

>>4050570
>Ser Lestor Langward
>Tourney Lance
Might as well thin the field

>>4050570
>>Ser Lestor Langward

>Tourney Lance

Alright, so Merv is going after Ser Lestor. One last vote before the action that I'll let go over night for any euros playing tonight.

--- Tell Pastorn to focus on Ser Lestor or Ser Austin?---

>Ser Lestor
>Ser Austin

Pastorn focusing on Ser Lestor will likely mean that Lestor will quite likely be defeated, but it'll give Ser Austin a free shot on one of you.

>>4050668
>>Ser Austin

>>4050668
>Ser Austin

>>4050565
What femprotag? The kid? He said he was putting protag gender up to a vote. If he's even running after that shitstorm.

>QM comes back after a break
>hey, retconning a freebee to keep things challenging, sorry about that
>a few people act like he killed their dog, suggest quests are supposed to be easy
>???

>>4050372
This is why we can't have nice things.

>>4050668
>Ser Austin

>>4050668
>Ser Austin

>>4050668
>>Ser Austin

>>4050713
>QM comes back from three months without saying anything, only to invalidate the last few threads cause he feels he was 'too soft'
>People not liking that are manbabies

Fuck off dude.

>>4050668
>>Ser Lestor

>>4050668
>>Ser Lestor

I cannot help it.

>>4050668
>Ser Lestor

>>4051001
Same.

>>4050668
I don't see a reason for ensuring knocking out ser Lestor at the expense of potentially taking another wound. Ser Austin proved to be a great jouster, thus he is just as much a threat.

>Ser Austin

>>4050668
Take

> Ser Austin

the FUCK out

>>4050668
>>Ser Austin

I think our dice when at full strength will give us good enough odds

>>4051334
Never invested into striking first so likely to eat a big return hit from Lestor.

Ser Austin - 8
>>4050672
>>4050711
>>4050733
>>4050741
>>4050751
>>4051309
>>4051319
>>4051334

Ser Lestor - 4
>>4050804
>>4051001
>>4051274
>>4051309

Alrighty well, let's go lads. Dig in your spurs and charge!

Can I get 6d6 (5d6 Fighting, -1D Wound, +1B Spears, -1B Specialty, -1D Charge, +3B Trained Warhorse,)

Rolled 6, 5, 6, 6, 5, 6 = 34 (6d6)

>>4051472
Hooo boy

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>>4051472
>>4051474
Holy shit

Rolled 5, 4, 1, 1, 4, 2 = 17 (6d6)

>>4051472

Rolled 3, 3, 5, 4, 6, 4 = 25 (6d6)

>>4051474
RIP ser Lestor

Rolled 2, 1, 5, 1, 3, 3 = 15 (6d6)

>>4051472

>>4051474
>Merv catching bodies

>>4051474
Murdered

Sorry if this is a teeny bit slow, I'm just making sure all my crunch stuff is adding up and out in the open.

>>4051512
Maybe not murdered but certainly bloodied and knocked into the fucking dirt

And alright I'm finally figuring this all out I need 4d6 for animal handling please.

DC: 15

4D - 1D for wound +1B

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

>>4051542
Lemme uhhhh.....

Rolled 1, 6, 1, 5, 2 = 15 (5d6)

>>4051542

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

>>4051542

>>4051552
>>4051557
4d6 please there guys. We're taking -1D to all tests due to the wound we took earlier in the melee

Rolled 3, 4, 4, 1 = 12 (4d6)

>>4051564
Easy.

Rolled 1, 3, 6, 2 = 12 (4d6)

>>4051542

Jesus Christ this is going to be some bloody stuff. Alright all my crunch is done, just doing the fluff now!

>>4051572
We get any lucky rerolls?

>>4051573
We used the "daily" reroll to convince Pastorn so unfortunately not.

>>4051574
Ah yes, the rerolling 1's is only for Persuade rolls or something like that.

--- Finals of the Melee Round 1 ---

--- Ser Mervyn Reynold ---
*Charge* [Greater action taken]
*Simultaneous Hits due to “Joust”*
Rolled 18 vs Combat Defence: 9
3 Degrees of Success
Damage: 7 [Animal Handling 4 + 3] + 2 [Charge] + 1 [Powerful/Strength]
Damage 2.0: 10 x 3 Degrees of Success = 30 Damage – 12 [Superior Plate Armour] = 18 Damage
Damage 3.0: Critical Hit! Bloody Wound! Ser Lestor takes an additional injury that doesn’t reduce damage
*Ser Lestor takes 2(3) Injuries*
Injuries Taken: 4/4
Wounds Taken: 1/3
14 Health – 10 Damage = 4 Health
*Animal Handling Test*
Rolled: 13 vs DC: 18
Test Failed and Ser Lestor Langward Unhorsed
*Unhorsing Damage*
4 Health – 7 Damage = -3 Health
Wound Taken: 2/3
Final Health = 4

--- Ser Lestor Langward ---
*Charge* [Greater action taken]
*Simultaneous Hits due to “Joust”*
Rolled 17 vs Combat Defence 12
2 Degrees of Success
Damage: 7 [Animal Handling 4 + 3] + 2 [Charge] + 2 [Powerful/Strength]
Damage 2.0: 11 x 2 Degree of Success = 22 Damage – 12 [Superior Plate Armour] = 10 Damage
Injuries Taken 1/4
Wounds Taken 1/3
12 Health – 10 Damage = 2 Health
*Animal Handling Test*
Rolled 12 vs DC: 15
Test Failed and Ser Mervyn Reynold Unhorsed
*Unhorsing Damage*
2 Health – 11 = -9 Health
3 Injuries taken
Injuries 4/4
Final Health = 2

You called out to Pastorn as the two of you began the charge “I’ve got Ser Lestor, Pastorn you take out Ser Austin. He’s the bastard with the chequey lion on his shield!”

He nods back at you and rides high in the saddle almost as if he was standing on a stable platform, his affinity and connection with his horse was remarkable. Triumph was as fine a steed as you had ever ridden but Pastorn’s “Pride” was truly as magical as the Valyrian blood that flowed in it’s veins. Together your horses ate up the ground before them and soon you could hear the telltale clash of metal and wood together in a thunderous roar that sounded like you were in the eye of a storm.

You saw Ser Lestor riding hard towards you and you adjusted your course slightly before the inevitable crash as you aimed your lance directly at the topmost point of the crown of stars that was painted on his shield while at the last minute, just too late you realize, you saw the man angle his lance inward to slip it inside your shield and into your breastplate. The two lances collide almost perfectly in time and the transfer of force was something fearsome to behold. Your lance hits your target dead on the mark as does Ser Lestors and you could feel yourself losing your balance nearly as soon as his blow had struck. Out of the corner of your vision slit you could see that Ser Lestor was in a similar situation before you collided with the ground. You’d put out your shield arm to try and brace yourself but you landed awkwardly and a sharp pain ran up your arm from your wrist. “Likely sprained” you thought to yourself but you force yourself to rise and as you regain your bearings you can see Ser Lestor struggling to get up and upon a second glance you can see a large splinter of wood was stuck inside the visor of his helm that he was frantically trying to remove.

Casting your view elsewhere you can see Ser Austin had been unhorsed by Pastorn, however you saw the young Malroy dismount from his horse in a display of chivalry and allow the man to retrieve his own sword as before the two of them began to clash with sword and shield. It was soon evident however that Ser Austin’s larger shield and experience were beginning to show through now that Pastorn was no longer in the saddle. You curse inwardly to yourself at Pastorn's honour and chivalry as you looked side to side to locate your own horse and weapons other than the dirk you wore at your hip…

--- What to do now? ---
>Rush to Ser Lestor with your dirk and force him to yield
>Rush to Triumph and retrieve your cavalry hammer and stay afoot
>Rush to Triumph and retrieve your warhammer and stay afoot
>Rush to Triumph and remount

>>4051600
How in the world is unhorsing damage calculated?

>>4051602
>Rush to Ser Lestor with your dirk and force him to yield

>>4051602
>Rush to Ser Lestor with your dirk and force him to yield

>>4051605
According to the rule book, you take a flat number of damage that isn't affected by armour equal to the base damage of the original attack. Kind of a weird system but c'est la vie

>>4051609
Is unhorsing the grapple of this system or something ?

>>4051609
I still don't understand, I think.
>7 [Animal Handling 4 + 3] + 2 [Charge] + 1 [Powerful/Strength]
10 damage on Lestor
>*Unhorsing Damage*
>4 Health – 7 Damage = -3 Health
7 unhorsing damage

>Damage: 7 [Animal Handling 4 + 3] + 2 [Charge] + 2 [Powerful/Strength]
11 damage on Merv
>*Unhorsing Damage*
>2 Health – 11 = -9 Health
11 unhorsing damage

So why is the flat number equal to the base damage in the second case but not in the first case? Do I just not understand what 'base damage' means?

>>4051614
Annnnnnd I fucked that up. Sorry, Lestor should have taken 10 Damage from fall, but the wound he took makes it irrelevant as they remove all damage.

>>4051618
Glad I'm not crazy! <3

>>4051602
>Rush to Ser Lestor with your dirk and force him to yield

Alright rushing to Ser Lestor it is. Can I get 4d6 Athletics please

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

>>4051645

Rolled 2, 6, 5, 1 = 14 (4d6)

Here we go!

Rolled 1, 2, 4, 5 = 12 (4d6)

>>4051645

--- Ser Mervyn’s Athletics Test (Run) ---
Rolled 14 vs DC: 9
Result: Two Degrees of Success

You rip your dirk from it’s sheath and take off as fast as you can towards Ser Lestor, briefly looking over your shoulder to take one last look at Ser Austin and Ser Pastorn as their blades came together in the song of steel that rose high above the vicious melee and even the roar of the crowd. As you got nearer to your opponent he finally manages to remove his helmet frantically and you can see the impressive damage that the splinter had caused. It was above the mans eyes, but a large gouge now marred his forehead and a wash of dark crimson blood was pouring from it that blinded the man in his left eye. His right eye goes wide when he sees you approaching however and soon your shoulder connects just below the mans breastplate and he is knocked to the ground and as you shuffle to maintain your position on top of him you bring forth your dirk to the mans throat and he looks up at you, scowling but his body goes limp as he ceases to struggle and you hear him curse the words “I yield” even as they leave his lips.

You stand and once more take in your situation. Pastorn and Austin’s duel had taken them farther away from you, near to the edge of arena and you could see that Pastorn was struggling to keep up with the more experienced man. He was a skilled swordsman, but his true strength lay upon being mounted and in the charge. Had he stayed mounted he likely would have seen Ser Austin off with ease but he was still young, and his honour clearly meant much to him. Your eyes then find Triumph standing in almost the complete opposite direction, seeking to stay away from the combat as much as possible without you too guide him. He was near enough that you may be able to whistle or call him over, but it was a risk considering the din of combat was everywhere as you heard men shouts curses, house mottoes and all manner of other things while the crowd roared, cheered and whistled at the participants efforts. You could also run to assist your ally and perhaps find a weapon besides a dirk on the way there. Perhaps he kept a second sword on his horse or you might find a weapon somewhere in the dirt. Failing that, you always had your shield and could at least distract Ser Austin if you could reach him in time but without a horse there was no guarantee that you could.

You took a moment to catch your breath before ultimately….

--- What to do? ---

>Whistle/Call to Triumph (Animal Handling)
If successful, will make it in time to help Pastorn against Ser Austin with a weapon. Failing however, may mean you won't get there in time.

>Take off at a run (Awareness)
You will for sure make it to aid your ally, but potentially weaponless aside from your shield. A successful awareness test will find you a random weapon on the way there.

>>4051720
>>Whistle/Call to Triumph (Animal Handling)

>>4051720
>>Whistle/Call to Triumph (Animal Handling)

>>4051720
>Take off at a run (Awareness)
I'm >>4051646

>>4051720
>Whistle/Call to Triumph (Animal Handling)

Alright can I get 3d6 for animal handling please?

DC:12

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

>>4051762
Why is it down to 3 now?

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

>>4051762

>>4051773
No bonus dice for ride, because the test is to call your horse too you. So the "Drive" specialty would be more fitting. And the -1d still applies because due to the wound taken as per the way the rules are worded that I'm chalking up to Mervyn being out of breath and gritting his teeth while he tries to call his horse to him

>>4051779
Appreciate the clarification and it makes perfect sense (I forgot our AH is 4D normally).

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

>>4051762

>>4051780
No worries! Just trying to make sure I don't have any slips ups after I already had one that luckily was an easy thing to fix/dismiss haha.

>>4051788
Oh sure, go ahead and hit the secondary DC too why don't you.

SER MERVYN TO THE RESCUE!! RUIN!!!

>>4051794
The bromance cannot be stopped!

>>4051794
>RUIN!!!
That awkward moment when ruining fellow cavalrymen. Austin just wanted a decent gift for his bride.

>>4051813
I actually really hoped that this scene would play out like this, if only because it is going to give Mervyn some credibility amongst his men after being defeated by Ser Austin on two separate occasions. Not that his men don't respect him but seeing your leader get spanked by one of his men isn't really a great look when youre supposed t be the Captain of Cavalry

>>4051815
Oh right I was beginning to forget about that. We did lose two jousts to ser Austin. Damn, that's impressive. AND he is beating Pastorn into the dust. I know who's taking over Loyal Reins after we land ourselves.

--- Ser Mervyn’s Animal Handling Test ---
Rolled 12 vs DC: 12, 15

You called out to your steed at the top of your lungs, but amidst the noise and chaos your voice did not carry far enough on the wind. Three times you called out but none of them were successful so instead you find yourself throwing open your visor and letting forth a sharp and shrill whistle that your father had so often used to call you when you had been a child and even into your teen age years. You watch Triumph turn his ears towards the sound and after a second whistle you see your steed approaching with haste and you turn your back and begin to run to where your friends were fighting.

You can hear hoofbeats growing louder behind you with every step and you whistle a third time and triumph is beside you, slowing down to allow you to slip a foot into the stirrup and raise yourself back into the saddle in an impressive display of horsemanship and you are soon riding hard towards the fence line as you reach down to a loop of leather behind your saddle and pulled out your hammer and dig in your spurs.

Ser Austin had Ser Pastorn up against the fence and was using his larger shield and better technique to batter the younger man. Ser Pastorn’s fighting style was defensive to begin with and Ser Austin was taking full advantage of it as he pressed him for all he was worth. The position also prevented any from charging him to the rear while ahorse and instead you had to slow down to a trot and attempt to take a blow from a wider angle so as to not crash into the fence. As you rounded on Austin you see him barge into Pastorn, driving through his legs and using his armoured shoulder to crash through the small shield and knocking Ser Pastorn Malroy to his knee and brought his shield around raised up as he turned to face your incoming blow…

Can I get 10d6 for fighting please? I'll be subtracting -3 to the roll for injuries

Rolled 17 (1d60)

>>4051875

Rolled 3, 2, 4, 3, 1, 6, 4, 6, 4, 6 = 39 (10d6)

>>4051875

Rolled 6, 5, 6, 2, 2, 3, 4, 1, 1, 5 = 35 (10d6)

>>4051875

Rolled 6, 6, 2, 1, 3, 5, 1, 3, 5, 2 = 34 (10d6)

>>4051875
>--- Ser Mervyn’s Animal Handling Test ---
>Rolled 12 vs DC: 12, 15
I assume this is a typo?

Rolled 2, 4, 4, 4, 6, 4, 3, 6, 1, 6 = 40 (10d6)

>>4051875

>>4051883
26

>>4051884
26

>>4051924
25

Well done boys. Writing

Also, one last thing I should include before I continue on is that alot of the competitors in the melee are yielding before taking on their full capacity of wounds and injuries because many of them have a desire to compete in the joust afterwards as well.

Mervyn can pull out of the melee at any time he wishes. Just thought I'd make that clear that these wounds and what not will likely be following Mervyn around for the majority of the tournament.

--- Finals of the Melee Round 3 ---

--- Ser Mervyn Reynold ---
*Move* [Lesser action taken 1/2]
*Attack* [Lesser action taken 1/2]
Rolled 26 vs DC:12
4 Degrees of Success
Bludgeon Fighter Activated
Large Shield Defensive Rating 4 - 2
Damage: 5 [Athletics]
Damage 2.0: 5 x 4 Degrees of Success = 20 Damage – 11 [Plate Armour] = 19 Damage
Damage 3.0: Critical Hit! Bloody Wound! Ser Austin takes an additional injury that doesn’t reduce damage
*Ser Austin takes 2(3) Injuries*
*Ser Austin takes 1 wound*
Injuries Taken: 4/4
Wounds Taken: 3/3
5 Health – 0 Damage = 5 Health
Result: Ser Austin Yields

He was a skilled knight, and an honourable one. A man that any captain would be proud to have under his command. Perhaps it might be worth declaring him your official second in command. As the Loyal Reins currently stood you had no second, instead passing on those duties between Cardyn, Austin and Art of the Pendric Hills, the oldest man in the company. While it would likely upset Cardyn Lantell, and possibly Art, it would be something to consider in the coming days.

The way Austin used his shield, to try and drive space between the two of you and allow him to escape the reach of your hammer was admirable but the claw of your hammer thundered into the oaken shield and the wood inside the iron banding of it cracked neatly, almost the entire way down the length of the painted green and yellow lion that roared so proudly on it’s hind legs. You heard a grunt of pain come from the man as you leaned out and planted your foot firmly on the mans shield and thrust downwards knocking Ser Austin back into the fence and as you reared up with your hammer held high you see the man throw down his sword and extend out a hand as he yields.

“Seven Hells Ser, I yield.”

You lower your hammer down and take up your reins in the same hand while raising your visor and flashing the man a smile that brings out a small laugh from your man.

“Had to make sure I beat you once there Austin. Can’t have the Reins saying that you’re better than me at everything.”

Ser Austin removes his own helmet and gives you a small smile in return before Pastorn has returned to his feet and is soon calling over his own steed who he promptly remounts as you say you’re parting words to Ser Austin.

“I’ll come find you when this is all over, I think I owe you a drink or two.”

“I should damn well think so. I wouldn’t be surprised if my arm is fucking broken.”

He was holding his shield arm awkwardly, cradling it against his chest as you salute the man and he returns the gesture before making his way over the fence to be attended to by his squire while you and Pastorn turned to face the remainder of the crowd and found your way blocked by a man armoured all in black holding out his sword in a clear challenge towards you, and only you…

--- Try to convince Pastorn to help fight against Ser Dontos Malroy? ---
>Yay
>Nay

>>4052040
>Nay

We would not do such a thing and we are to face Dontos in battle it will be a glorious 1v1

>>4052040
>>Nay

>>4052040
>>Nay

>>4052040
>>Nay

>>4052042
>it will be a glorious 1v1
Fuck fighting honorably, just look what it brought Pastorn when he dismounted. That guy will take pleasure in breaking us apart. You think it's coincidence Joe mentioned hopping out of the melee now?

Does he look beaten up at all?

A tentative >Nay but I want to distract him as well unless his Will is >3 in which case it is hopeless.

Looks like a Nay to me. Alright and so here are your stats going into this duel. I simmed Ser Dontos going through the same qulity of opponents Mervyn did for any who are curious. However, Dontos in his prime is an absolute Monster. With a capitol M.

--- Ser Dontos ---
Health: 11
Injuries: 2/5
Wounds: 1/4

--- Ser Mervyn ---
Health: 2
Injuries: 4/4
Wounds: 1/3

There is also the option of burning Mervyn's Destiny Point to remove all damage and injuries( but not wounds) at any time. I'll ask for it if necessary.

>>4052040
>>Nay

>>4052059
[Laughs in Malroy]

>>4052059
Nah. I think we would be better off reducing his damage from a 4 degrees to a 3 if possible or some thing like that. Early on. Potentially smashing him for two wounds while we take none. I don't see him staying in the duel if he hits 3/4 wounds if we only have 1.
>>4052071
lol

>>4052071
keksicles

>>4052040
>Yay
This Knigga will wreck up in a duel. Even if we were not pretty beat up it would be pure luck to beat him I think.

You look over to Pastorn and find him shaking his head while looking down towards the ground ahead of him before he opens his helm and looks to you. “Ser Mervyn, I fear that your man had the better of me and had it not been for your intervention, I would have been forced to yield. I am aware of our pact, but I will not fight my family in this matter Ser, as a matter of honour and my uncles pride. I hope that you understand Ser.”

You gave him a short nod, and a wink even though it was from behind your visor. “I wouldn’t ask you to fight your uncle Ser. Just try to get yourself beaten up while I’m dealing with your uncle here alright?” A laugh leaves your lips but the gesture isn’t returned by your companion who only wishes you luck as he closed his visor and took his horse off at a trot in a wide path to ensure not to interfere with the event that was about to happen. You dug in your own spurs and moved into a position from about 10 yards away and rolled your neck as you did so, the familiar cracking giving you a small sense of relief from the ache of combat as your fingers flexed their armoured grip upon the leather griped haft of your hammer.

And so, as if fate had decreed it, the Black Knight of Malroy stood opposite the Black Eagle of Ember Peak and time had seemed to slow around you. The light from the morning sun reflected off your own black armour and the rubies on your chest seemed to swallow the light before spitting it back out in a dazzling display of beauty while your black wolfskin cloak hung about your shoulders while Ser Dontos had the light reflect off the golden fittings of his otherwise midnight armour and caparison that adorned his golden steed. He angled his castle forged longsword in such a way that ask the only question that mattered now. Would you yield, or would you fight? And to that there was only one answer…

Can I get 9d6 for fighting please I’ll be minusing three for real this time

>>4052071
Seven Above Dad, Dontos rolled a 36 after his modifiers

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

>>4052098

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

>>4052098
That SOB was still on a horse?

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

>>4052098
Well hopefully we do better than Boros the Bitch

>>4052100
21

>>4052103
15

>>4052104
17

Not a horrible roll but not ideal. I also need 4d6 (3D+1B) for animal handling please and thank you.

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

>>4052117

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

>>4052117

Rolled 6, 3, 3, 6 = 18 (4d6)

>>4052117

Rolled 3, 1, 4, 6 = 14 (4d6)

>>4052117

--- Finals of the Melee Round 4 ---

--- Ser Mervyn Reynold ---
*Charge* [Greater action taken]
*Simultaneous Hits due to “Joust”*
Rolled 21 vs Combat Defence: 12
2 Degrees of Success
Bludgeon Fighter Activated
Superior Large Shield Defensive Rating 6 - 4
Damage: 5 [Athletics] + 2 [Charge]
Damage 2.0: 7 x 2 Degrees of Success = 14 Damage – 12 [Superior Plate Armour] = 2 Damage
Injuries Taken: 0, Total 2/5
Wounds Taken: 0, Total 1/4
11 Health – 2 Damage = 9 Health
*Animal Handling Test*
Rolled: 11 vs DC: 12
Test Failed and Ser Dontos Malroy Unhorsed
*Unhorsing Damage*
9 Health – 7 Damage = -2 Health
Injury Taken, Total: 3/5
Final Health = 7

--- Ser Dontos Malroy ---
*Charge* [Greater action taken]
*Simultaneous Hits due to “Joust”*
Rolled 36 vs Combat Defence 12
As many Degrees of Success as you could want
Damage: 6 [Ahletics + 1] + 2 [Charge] + 2 [Charge] = 8
Damage 2.0: 8 x 4 Degree of Success = 32 Damage – 12 [Superior Plate Armour] = 20 Damage
Damage 3.0: Critical Hit! Powerful Hit! Gain +4 Base Damage for this round.
Damage 4.0: Readjusted Total = 12 x 4 Degrees of Success = 48 Damage – 12 = 36 Damage
Injuries Taken: 0, Total 4/4
Wounds Taken: 1, Total 2/3
2 Health – 0 Damage = 2 Health
*Animal Handling Test*
Rolled 15 vs DC: 18
Test Failed and Ser Mervyn Reynold Unhorsed
*Unhorsing Damage*
2 Health – 12 = -10 Health
Wounds Taken: 1, Total 3/3
Final Health = 2

You charge. There was no battle cry or any grand showing here. If Pastorn was to be believed and you had no reason not to, he had proven himself a formidable warrior, his uncle would prove to be amongst the most fearsome competition you had ever faced. The moment get closer with every stride Triumph took and as the two of you swung at one another time seemed to almost stop and you could already see just how skilled of a fighter Ser Dontos was.

He had positioned himself almost perfectly so as to be just nearly out of the range of your hammer but still close enough to allow the superior length of his longsword to be brought to bear. So while your hammer was still within range it caused you to over extend yourself to succeed in landing a blow which thunks heavily into the mans shield as he brings it across his body to cover himself while simultaneously launching a masterful blow near your neck that you were unable to black with your shield as you had been using it to counter balance yourself after extending far enough to land a blow of your own. The blade came down hard on your shoulder and it seemed somehow that the crossguard, or maybe it was the pommel, followed suit and it felt almost as if you had been struck by a lance and for the second time on the day you found yourself experience the sensation of falling for what feel like an eternity.

Eternity didn’t last however and the ground soon came up to meet you as you landed flat on your back and you felt the wind driven from your body and you were soon desperately gasping for air as you threw your visor open but found that it was not enough. For a moment, the sensation was almost as if you were in a cave and you found yourself ripping off your helm against your will to try and catch your breath as you lean on your shield that rested in the dirt. You finally gain control of yourself and take in your surroundings and find the Black Knight of Malroy walking towards you. Pastorn had been absolutely right when he said that his uncles blows felt like being kicked by a horse. A draught horse no less by your own estimation.

You struggled to stand, and it feels as if every part of your body was in agony but stand you did as you waited for your opponent to close the difference as you tried to catch your breath. For a man who was so dangerous he walked gracefully, as if he had been born in his armour and there was no flamboyancy in the way that he brandished his sword and shield whereas you were struggling to maintain your form as he approached and came to just beyond the reach of his longsword as he studied you carefully, unmoving.

--- What to do? ---
>Fight on, likely burning a destiny point to avoid being maimed/killed
>Burn a destiny point to remove all injuries (but not wounds) and health damage, but risking death/maiming if you are defeated
>Yield
>Something Else (Write in)

Keep in mind Mervyn will be taking -3D to fighting tests from his wounds, I want that to be very clear

>>4052234
>Yield

Wifey would never let us hear the end of it if we were to die. She would be furious.

>>4052234
>>Yield

As much as I want to fight on in legendary combat. I cannot in good faith vote otherwise.

>>4052117
How'd you get to 21 there?
I'm sorry if I'm getting annoying but 6+6+5+5=22

>>4052224
Also
>9 Health – 7 Damage = -2 Health
Is 2 health

Not sure any of it matters but I still want to point it out

>>4052234
>>Burn a destiny point to remove all injuries (but not wounds) and health damage, but risking death/maiming if you are defeated
One more round.

>>4052259
No, apparently I'm still shaking the rust off. That roll should have been an 18, so still two degrees of success.

And the -2 is supposed to be just "2".

My apologies for the confusion, and I appreciate you keeping me on my game so thanks anon!

And the -2

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>>4052268
It's okay.
I'm used to Warhammer Fantasy and I really don't have a grip on the system here. I don't want to read the whole rulebook, so the only way I can understand what's going on mechanically is guessing and pointing out when numbers don't make sense to me. I'm glad you don't mind.

>>4052234
>Yield
We are saving our destiny point to save wifey if i recall correctly

>>4052234
>Fight on, likely burning a destiny point to avoid being maimed/killed

Right now we're going out with a whimper, putting on a stubborn show of skill and determination against a walking legend can only be of benefit. I think it's going to be worth it even if the dice decide that we have to get trounced. Show dontos that we are a warrior, not a gossip maid

>>4052301
Oh, do remind me? It's been a long time and I don't remember. If we are saving them for something important then I'll obviously change to yield

>>4052234
>Fight on, likely burning a destiny point to avoid being maimed/killed


>>4052310
This. Can't look like a punk in front of See Dontos.

>>4052314
There is going to be a roll when Alyssa gives birth that is going to be a very dangerous roll and Mervyn might be able to spend a destiny point on it to potentially save her. However, it won't come without cost and that is assuming Mervyn is actually there to make the decisions as there are going to be some very important decisions coming up once the war kicks off

>>4052328
Man, so it's not even guaranteed we'd even get to make the roll? It's one thing to hoard for a rainy day but knowing shit is going down but we might not even have a chance anyway...

On one hand if we already decided to do this earlier I feel like a dick if I spend it now, on the other I think it's the right decision to impress these tossers and him some grudging respect from dontos. This is what we came here to do after all.

Damn it

>>4052347
The option will be there, it's just up to you guys and the way you vote and I expect that it will be a very dividing and jarring vote that will likely infuriate more than a few players but Loyalty is a difficult, and more importantly, dangerous thing.

>>4052358
Well fuck it, Merv lives for alyssa and their children. Gotta act like he means it.

>Yield

We'll find a way to duel him again down the line.

>>4052371
Aww C'mon man. You're caving faster than Merv

>>4052374
Pride and fall etc, I fought to get merv back on track before when we were slipping and not following his character traits. He can look at the monster in front of him and realise that this pissing contest the tournament is, is not worth risking his life over. My man's got a goal and a whole life to fulfill it. The black Knight won't pull his blows

>>4052399
I feel you. Looks like we'll be yielding

Well I feel almost an hour and a half is long enough so it looks like we'll be yielding.

But how do we do it? Kind of an open prompt for you guys. Do we want to throw down our hammer, fall to our knees etc? throw some suggestions out and if they gain any traction I'll include it

>>4052435
Just raise our hand infront of us and put the other to a wound and tell him that we yield. We are no shape for future combat, we have already pushed our luck as it is.

>>4052435
>Drop to one knee
>Ser Dontos, I yield. I had to see for myself but you are every bit the warrior that Pastorn had claimed. I look forward to watching you remind those that may have forgotten.

Alright well I think I'm going to leave that prompt >>4052435 overnight and see what else comes up because I have to go take care of some things and make dinner. I'll be back with an update tomorrow morning

-1 D vs -3 D AND with a lesser pool to begin with? Not in a million years.
It was expected to end this way yet I am disappointed with the lack of some kind of miraculously good roll or whatever. Feels anticlimactic.

>>4052454
basically this. we wouldn't present any competition in our current state
I don't want to be too kiss assy either.

Should have went after Bobby B. Not really shook up anything besides putting some mud on Malroy armor.

Just imagine if we had unhorsed him.

>>4053618
At least we beat 2 knights, that should get us some money. Hopefully enough to buy our own armour back. Dontos will not be easy to haggle with, I fear.

>>4053646
Yeah feels like a quadmire right now. All we've won will go towards our own ransom and participating in the joust is out of the picture.

>>4053246
I don't know why I was almost expecting an Archery Contest type moment from Revenge and Gold, but I understand what you mean. But on the otherhand, Dontos was supposed to be a member of the Kingsguard and he has the stats to back that up. I guess it's a matter of people who may have been born equally talented, but one had access to better resources such as a Master at Arms and what not versus a drunken father and a cudgel growing up?

>>4053618
Unhorsing Dontos did actually get Mervyn noticed in no small capacity. I'd say many from the Crownlands are rather impressed, and even the King is going to mention something about Mervyn to Elleanor.

>>4053646
>>4053658
Mervyn currently has 654 gold dragons, so adding in what you haggle for with Ser Austin and Ser Lestor (both of which are formidable opponents by the way)I imagine Merv will still be rolling in coin.

Anyways, I think we'll go for a simple yield, nothing fancy. Mervyn just knows when he's done. But rest assured that one day there will be an absolutely glorious rematch.

>>4053666
>666
Begone, demon!

I realize I came off rather whiny with the last posts however it wasn't a critique of your writing but of our choices that led to this and average luck with dice.

You stare at him with your pale blue eyes and you can see that he was in far better form than yourself. Perhaps it was just down to luck. From the muck that caked the right side of his armour it was clear that your efforts had at least unhorsed the man, he had just taken his fall better than you. You took in a deep breath that caused your ribs to scream out in pain but you breathed in the foul smelling air anyways. You could feel the breeze blowing against your sweat stained face and the warmth of the sun that shone down on you. You could taste blood as well, although you were unsure from where or how. Finally, Ser Dontos resumes his form and makes ready to begin again and you let your hammer fall to the ground where it thunks softly into the dirt and falls over lightly clinking against your leg as you then raise your hand as you yield to the man.

“You have me Ser Dontos. I yield.”

The man lowers his guard before nodding behind his helmeted head before he turns on his heal and returns to the action of the melee without so much as another word leaving you to fall once more to a knee. It isn’t long before Tyrus has run out onto the field to assist you to your feet once again and you lean heavily on him as you limp towards the gate and as soon as you find a bench you collapse onto it, allowing it to take the weight off of your aching legs and try to breath without causing a sharp pain near the back of your chest. Tyrus begins to dutifully remove your armour for which much f it you must grit your teeth to avoid grunting out in pain but you are soon greeted by a young boy that was leading your horse by the reins and had your helm tucked under his arm.

“Greetings Ser, Ser Pastorn bid me return these to you Ser.”

He makes a polite showing of handing off the reins to Tyrus before handing the helm personally to you and bowing, conveniently letting you grimace at the pain of holding something as heavy as a helm be unnoticed. You noticed a small red bird attached to his blue and white doublet and an inkling of a memory began to creep it’s way back into your mind…

“Thank you squire, for returning both my helm and my horse. If I may ask, who defeated your master to cause him to yield?”

The boy shakes his head from side to side calmly. “Nobody Ser, he withdrew from the melee on account of his wish to avoid further injury and participate in the joust. He watched your spar with Ser Dontos and noticed your horse was left unattended. It was me who found your helmet though.” He smiles proudly at the last part to which you thank him and be bows once more and goes to take his leave but you interrupt him.

“Tell me squire, what is your name.”

“Grimsley Ser, Grimsley Grell of Falkner Hall.”

Can I get 3d6 for cunning please?
I know wounds are supposed to affect all tests but I'm not going to apply them to anything not physical like memories or persuasion because that makes no sense to me

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

>>4053749

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

>>4053753
Mother help us.

>>4053749

Rolled 4, 6, 6 = 16 (3d6)

>>4053749


>>4053753
Merv ignorant asf

>>4053753
Coming in big with a 16 there. Christ on a fucking match stick.

>>4053753
what the fuck, anon

So as far as I know there arn't any rules about crit fails and what not for intrigue and other tests like there are "Fumbles" for combat so I'm just going to double check that and then get writing.

>>4053753
The Dornish were behind this roll! They must be!

Fuck, I wanted to keep fighting

>>4053779
me too, but I assumed joe closed the vote

--- Ser Mervyn’s Cunning (Memory) Test ---
Rolled 16 vs DC: 9, 15
Results: Passed, Passed

Memories of your time in the riverlands come flooding back to you at the mention of Falkner Hall, a hall set in the foothills north of the green fork near the Vale of Arryn. It was as far east as your travels had taken you and after attempting to swear your sword to Lord Grell he had refused you, stating he had no room in his hall for you. So you had wandered the roads until a group of three men had tried to rob you unsuccessfully and soon afterwards they had recruited you to join their company of bandits.

For a time life had been good. The leader of the company was a clever man who went by the name Big Kurt was surprisingly clever for a man of his size and he picked his targets carefully. Merchants who had yet to pay Lord Grell’s tolls or travellers who were outside of his jurisdiction to avoid. Coin was easy enough to come by and the company’d had enough to live comfortably with enough food, wine and there were even some village women from friendly nearby villages who would sometimes deliver food or information on potential scores travelling up the road. That had been over four years ago and it had come swiftly to an end once a clan of mountain folk had started raiding the villages near your hide out. Soon after Lord Grell had sent out a force to root out the trouble makers on his land but the mountain men had already fled back into their hills leaving yourself for the Grell men to take out their frustrations on.

They’d come through the night and when you awoke at first light you found a wall of infantry marching up the path and through the woods to surround the ruined fort that made your camp. There had been shouting and panic as men struggled to get ahold of their weapons and dress for battle. If nothing else but sheer luck you had been drunk the night before fighting for entertainment and coin around the fire pit for your allies entertainment and had simply fallen asleep in your armour and had quickly joined the line with your simple mace and shield. For a moment it seemed as if you might be able to hold off their attack as the line began to retreat and you began to push your enemies back until you heard the thunder of hooves to your right and a unit of cavalry had charged your flank. Panic had swept through your ranks like wildfire through a wheat field and you could feel the flank collapsing. In a moment of arrogance you turned to face the charge and saw a man who was bedecked in Grell colours that could only be the Lord himself, or so you thought.

You had side stepped his charge and brought your made down directly between his horses eyes causing the beast to fall and throw it’s master from the saddle and moments later you were on him. You’d knocked his helm from his head and saw a young man who was fighting desperately for his life as you battered his shield to splinters and knocked him stumbling backwards and caused him to trip over a tree root. It was only then that you heard a man shout “DECLAN!” and a footed knight charged you along with four men armed with spears and shields causing you to change the focus of your attention. They stood guard over the prostrate form of the heir to Falkner Hall and in that moment you took your opportunity to flee.

You had turned and fled towards where the company had kept the small number of horses they had in a small glen and had found Big Kurt attempting to mount your rouncey, Rust, and flee the losing battle himself. Luckily for you, Rust had been your fathers horse and had a temper nearly as foul and was snapping and stamping at the large man who’s skull soon found a mace sized dent in the back of it as he fell lifeless into the dirt. You hadn’t even looked back as you rode away, leading your pack mule away with you as you sought to put distance between yourself and your former companions.

You blinked your eyes twice in quick succession as you looked into the young Grimsley’s eyes and you saw the familial similarity.

“Grimsley Grell, related to a Declan Grell I imagine?”

The boys eyes open slightly wider and he nods. “Yes Ser. Ser Declan is my elder brother and heir to my father, Lord Dennis Grell.”

You nodded and thanked the boy for his service, being sure to include your thanks for Pastorn as well before allowing Tyrus to resume removing your armour as you thought to yourself it would likely be best to avoid associating to closely with Pastorn’s young squire.

--- What to do now? ---
>Head to see Maester Aethan and get treatment
>Prioritize your ransoms first
>Something else (Write in)

>>4053821
>Head to see Maester Aethan and get treatment
We are in VERY rough shape. Maester should be the priority.

>>4053821
>Head to see Maester Aethan and get treatment

>>4053821
>>Head to see Maester Aethan and get treatment

>>4053821
>Head to see Maester Aethan and get treatment

Once you were out of your armour you decide that there was little else to be done but to return to the maester and see about what might be done for you. Again you are assisted by your squire and you were thoroughly glad of the fact that he was of height with you and was burly enough to assist you with walking as you made your way towards the maesters tent. Throwing open the flap you found Aethan already prepared with a bench prepared for you to sit down as he proceed to undress you out of your clothes so as to better look at the damage that had been inflicted.

“Tyrus, you may go enjoy the last of the melee. You need not bore yourself here.”

The boy looks at you with a scowling frown as he crosses his arm and stands by the flap of the door.

“I’m fine where I am Ser. I heard some squires talking about that Black Knight, supposed to be a Kingsguard. You unhorsed him Ser, I’ve seen all I need to see. Besides Ser, technically we’re brothers in law, and it’s a mans duty to look after his family.”

You give your squire a questioning look but he only squeezes his crossed arms harder and stays exactly where he was. “Seven above” you think to yourself. The boy’s moods were unpredictable as a summer storm but when he’d made a decision he was a stubborn as a mule. But the way he spoke, perhaps the thought of fatherhood were beginning to take their effect on him. That girl, Daisy or Rose, some flowery name would likely be giving birth in a month or two.

Your thoughts are soon interrupted by Maester Aethan examining you from head to toe starting with your head. He grasped your head firmly and examined your stitches from the previous day with his intense dark eyes before having you follow the tip of his finger with your own without moving your head to which he nods approvingly.

“Well Ser you are lucky, the concussion you suffered yesterday doesn’t have appear to have worsened although I must insist on not participating in anything strenuous for at least a week.”

He was soon back at his work however and when he pressed two fingers into your back it was all you could do not to shout out in pain and stormlander tuts disapprovingly as he did the same movement on each of your individual ribs before making his way to your left arm which when he handled it was full of white hot, needle like pain. Aethan ignores your discomfort however and rolls your wrist and extends each of your fingers despite your grunting and resistance and he mutters to himself quietly before scratching his shaven head thoughtfully.

Lastly, he examined your legs once more and scowled at the bruising that was still purple and blue and he gripped your leg in a fierce grip as he probed for injury beneath your skin with his thumb as you squirmed and squeezed the edges of the table in your pain.

“To sum everything up Ser, you have a concussion, a contusion which luckily the stiches held, two broken ribs, either or horribly sprained wrist or one with a hairline fracture as well as at least one partially torn tendon. The fact you compete and can still walk tells me it is not severed but the bruising indicates some severe injury. All in all Ser, even with my skill I would recommend nothing but bedrest for at least two weeks, but failing that you should wear a splint on both your wrist and leg, your chest should be bandaged tightly and as much physical activity should be avoided.

“Well Maester Aethan, bedrest for the remainder of the tourney is obviously out of the question but as for the rest, so long as it can be disguised beneath my clothes I cannot see it being a problem.”

It is not long after you are dressed in a set of your older clothing that allowed for the splints to be better hidden although your wrist is bandaged in such a way that the linen is wrapped around your palm in a somewhat conspicuous way but it was still visible. The worst of it all was the linen wrap around your chest. It was tight and made it slightly difficult to breath but Aethan insisted it was the best way to ensure that your ribs would heal properly and aside from being immobile. The pain was sharp as he wound the linen around your chest but you’d endured worse and you exited the tent under your own power as Tyrus packed your armour away and began to lead your horse to your own pavilion for safe keeping.

--- Where did Mervyn head next? ---
>His own pavilion
>Towards the Malroy pavilions
>Somewhere else (Write In)

--- Break ---

I also have to run and grab lunch with a friend today but I'll be back later tonight to continue the thread with the winning vote.

>>4053967
>Somewhere else (Write In)
Can we go to see the final of the melee or is it too late? Even just seeing the award ceremony is fine with me.

>>4053967
>Somewhere else (Write In)

enjoy the rest of the tourny with the wifey

>>4053967
>Towards the Malroy pavilions

Let's get this debt settled, then relax.

>>4053967
>Towards the Malroy pavilions
Let’s get our shit back

>>4053967
>>Towards the Malroy pavilions

>>4053972
Supporting this

Alright well I just got home and we currently have a tie so I'll hold off until tomorrow to actually call off the vote. Expect a post at a similar time as today. Thanks guys!

>His own pavilion
Let's chill and rest so we can spend the day moving maybe even watch the melee
We can get our shit once it's over no need to rush it, nobody gonna steal it

>>4053967
>>His own pavilion

>>4053967
>>His own pavilion
Lets tone down the Malroy obsession, there is no rush.

>>4053967
>>His own pavilion
Gotta see the wife and the little one

Hey there we go, a tie breaker.

Alright well we'll head to ours and spend some time with Alyssa and Marqus and then maybe go watch the final duel for the melee afterwards?

Writing!

You decide to limp after your squire and return to your own pavilion for a time, and soon the two of you are walking through the maze of people and tents before the ruined, yet still mighty, walls of Harrenhal. The black bat of House Whent proudly flew from the battlements alongside the proud dragon of the Targaryens as it surveyed all those who lived in it’s domain from on high. You would be glad of the chance to rest for a moment in private and the ransom you owed and were owed surely wouldn’t be going anywhere.

“So Tyrus, how goes your woman’s pregnancy?” It was a simple question but one that was not spoken about aloud. While all in Ember Peak knew of the girls condition, it seemed that it would be expected that since the girl had left the Peak for Headwaters and that would be the end of the matter and the child would not be acknowledged. It was all unspoken but that seemed to be the consensus from the bits that you had heard from Alyssa regarding the gossip.

“I saw her before we left Ser, she says that the baby kicks a lot and keeps her awake at night but otherwise apparently it bodes well. She’s seen a woods witch and apparently the baby is going to be strong and healthy. The babe should be born around the same time as Andrea and Tygon’s.”

You nodded in silence as the two of you continued to walk amidst the hustle and bustle before putting your hand on the boys shoulder and stopping him. “Tyrus, have you put any thought further to what you might do with it? Do you plan on acknowledging the babe when the time comes?”

Tyrus pulls back from you and you can see the sea green of his eyes begin to churn as their familiar storm began to brew. “I don’t care what my mother or father say, or who they want me to marry. That baby is going to be mine and even if it’s name is hill it will still be mine. Ideally I’d like for it to live in Ember Peak, as well as Rose, but I can’t imagine mother or father allowing it so I’ll raise it myself if I have to.”

His voice was firm, and as fierce as his temper while he said it and it was all you could do to chuckle at your squire who bristles at your amusement but you explain before his fists begin to curl into fists as they so often did.

“Tyrus, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. I was born with the name Hill if you remember. I’m not going to judge you for having a bastard, nor for acknowledging it. If it were within my power I’d offer to give Rose and your babe a place but that’s beyond me.”

“Thank you Ser. I appreciate it. Alyssa told me that we’ll be travelling a different way home. She mentioned something about the Golden Tooth and House Lefford. I won’t marry some Lefford girl Ser. I won’t do it. They can betroth me, they can march me up to a sept but they can’t make me say the vows.”

Your mind crosses into what Elleanor had tasked you with to start a war with the Serrett’s and you try to keep a grimace from your face as you can easily think of a way that Elleanor might play to force Tyrus into a marriage if that was where her intentions lay and it was part of her plan for her revenge. Tyrus interrupts those thoughts with a sad look and a scared question.

When the babe is born…do you think you’ll come see it? It is going to be your niece or nephew even if it is a bastard…”

--- Promise to visit Tyrus’ babe when it is born ---
>yay
>nay

>>4055424
>yay
Make him happy

>>4055424
>>yay

>>4055424
>yay

>>4055424
>yay

>>4055424
>yay

>>4055424
>yay

When we get our tower we can make her a maid there. At least the child will be closer to home

>>4055424
>>yay
"Did you really think I wouldn't?"

That's a very definitive yes. Oh the webs of intrigue I'm spinning

Anyways, I didn't realize what day f the week it is and I actually have plans this evening, and it's going to be a busy next couple of days through the weekend but I'll do my best to get at least one update out a day. Thanks for playing guys!

I'll be popping in to answer any questions you guys might have as well

>>4056104
How worried on Mervyn's behalf is Alyssa ?

Anyone in the family who is dissapointed we yielded ?

How is Dontos and the malroys taking it ?

>>4056158
Regarding Alyssa, you'll see her reaction in the next post I manage to get up

Regarding everyone else in the family and disappointment, I wouldn't say so. Considering Mervyn defeated at least three knights and two lords who are at his caliber is still impressive, and there should losing to a man who was supposed to be in the Kingsguard. Mervyn himself is going to be a mite annoyed about it but he's experienced enough to know that a fight can go any direction on any given day.

Regarding the Malroys, I think it'd be better left to Father to say how most of the Malroys are taking Dontos' success but I can imagine a sense of pride/satisfaction after he was snubbed by Jaime Lannister taking his place.

>>4058194
Yeah, but Father is laying with a cold. Like the selfish jerk that he is!

>>4058194
But-but who has won the melee between Dontos and Robert?

>>4058854
I'll include that in the next scene. I'm going to try and do some writing tonight and get a half decent post up. Expect an update around 10pm MST

“Did you really think that I wouldn’t Tyrus?”

Your squire doesn’t look at you but instead looks straight ahead as he holds his silence for a time before he begins to speak.

“I don’t think anyone else will Ser. Tygon might but he won’t tell my mother. Joanna definitely wouldn’t have. I don’t think Aly will, and Elyse is gone to Silverhill, and James’ is fostering in Goldengrove.”

A look of mild surprise takes over your face at the mention of your wife disapproving of a babe, no matter it’s birth. She was so tender with Marqus, and the way she spoke to Andrea about her own unborn child was nothing but matronly.

“You don’t think Alyssa would approve?”

“Aly doesn’t much like men with bastards Ser. I remember when you first married her that she said she was happy that you were trueborn despite your name, and that you didn’t have a bastard son squiring for you.”

Those were words you hadn’t expected to hear but you supposed that Tyrus had known his sister for far longer than you had. In your time travelling the Westerlands and Riverlands you’d slept with more than a few innkeeps daughters and village maids, but you’d always moved on to the next village long before any of them could know if they were with child. Looking back on it now that was most likely for the best.

“Either way Tyrus, I’ll be happy to come meet your child. If it’s a boy, who knows. Maybe he’ll be friends with Marqus. If it’s a girl, well Andrea is pregnant, maybe she’ll have a girl too.”

Your red headed squire nods his head and scowls ahead as he considers you words and descends once more into silence as he thinks and he maintains that silence until the two of you reach your pavilion and you instruct him to unload your armour inside before tending to Triumph, while you head inside and you soon find yourself walking through the main chamber and throwing aside the flap that separates your bedchamber and collapsing onto the bed in a heap as you let your beaten and exhausted frame sink into the mattress and you could feel your eyes begin to grow heavy and the dark began to envelop you as your eyes closed and slumber overtook you.

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You half stir sometime later to the sound of people rustling in your pavilion and the soft sounds of women’s voices that is punctuated by the soft babbling of a baby as you realize that Alyssa, Cerenna and Marqus had left the grandstands and instead returned to your tent. You make to get up from your bed but find your progress slowed by a wave of pain you could only describe as a deep ache floods over you and you let out a throaty groan of pain and fall the inches back into your bed. Alyssa interrupts your second attempt to leave the bed as she pushes aside the flap and crosses the distance to you quickly as she sits beside you as you lay, gingerly laying a hand on your chest as she encourages you to rest before smoothing out her dress.

“Don’t sit up Merv you silly man. Just rest. Maester Aethan told me of your condition already and you don’t need to be sitting up for me.”

“Who won?”

Alyssa looks down at you with her eyes squinted as she tuts, commenting that of course that is the first thing you would want to know.

“Well, after you left the field Ser Dontos went on to defeat Ser Jonothor Darry of the Kingsguard, although he yielded to Ser Oswell Whent, another white cloak. Across the field was Lord Robert Baratheon who unhorsed anyone who came near him.”

She grimaced slightly as she informed you that a knight from House Wayn fell from a fearsome blow from the Stormlord that staved in the mans breastplate as she grabbed your hands and squeezed them tightly.

“I’m glad you pulled out when you did husband. I have no desire to see you die in some tourney that means nothing like that pour soul from House Wayn. Lord Baratheon fights like no man I’ve ever seen. Even Ser Oswell couldn’t withstand him and yielded before his wrath. He may not be the most skilled to my eyes, but even I can see that he is monstrously strong. He wielded his warhammer in a single hand like you do your cavalry hammer, and he knocked Ser Oswell clean from his saddle as if it had been from a joust. But yes husband, Lord Robert Baratheon was the victor of the melee, with Sers Oswell and Jonothor of the Kingsguard taking second and third place. I believe your final placing was 15th out of 343.”

She smiles a proud smile down at you as she lays down beside you placing her hand on your chest once more before running her thumb across the stitching Maester Aethan had administered to you.

“I was sat next to a Lady Fiona Farring today and she was most impressed when you unhorsed Ser Dontos Malroy. Apparently he has quite the reputation amongst the Crownlands for both his skill and his gruff manner. If she is to be believed you’ve made quite an impression on some of the Crownland lords and ladies. You also defeated Ser Lestor Langward who is also known to be quite a skilled knight of some quality himself. You’ll be able to tell Marqus about this tournament someday Mervyn, how you defeated great lords of both the Vale and the Stormlands, as well as skilled knights, and how you unhorsed a man who went on to defeat a member of the Kingsguard.”

She nuzzled her mess of curly red hair into your shoulder as softly as possible and clutched at your arm which still caused you some amount of pain but you ignore it as you tenderly wrap your arm around your wife and run your thumb up and down her shoulder before running a finger up her neck into her thick mane of curls. Her was thick, almost thick enough to weave rope from and you scratched at her scalp causing her to angle her head towards you in a way that made your heart beat just a touch faster as you took in a deep breath. She smelled like flowers, such was the perfume she liked to wear, but even without it she smelled lovely. You hadn’t the words to describe what the scent was but the closest you could think of was…home. She smelled like the way that you chamber within Ember Peak made you feel, the way that you felt when the two of you held Marqus together while entwined in bed amidst furs and blankets. She turned and looked to you and could see the happiness in her eyes that looked like the calmest ocean you had ever seen…

--- Questions for Alyssa Reynold? ---
>About her disdain for bastards, and Tyrus’ future child
>About rumours of the Crownlands and the competition
>About where the family would be heading after the tourney was done
>About potential allies/friends to be made
>Something else (Write in)

>>4060968
>About her disdain for bastards, and Tyrus’ future child

>>4060968
>>About her disdain for bastards, and Tyrus’ future child

>>4060968
>About her disdain for bastards, and Tyrus’ future child

>>4060968
>>About rumours of the Crownlands and the competition

>>4060968
>About where the family would be heading after the tourney was done

>About potential allies/friends to be made
Let's get some info first, we can ask about Tyrus later.
We should decide on which friend or ally should we pursue

Alright well I doubt there will be an update tonight but I'll be looking to continue this run at roughly 4pm MST, Sunday February 2nd.

I'l leave the vote open until then but it looks like talk about bastards is the winner at the moment.

>>4060968
>>About potential allies/friends to be made

>>4060968
>About potential allies/friends to be made
Let’s keep the conversation positive

>>4060968
>About potential allies/friends to be made

>>4062873
No update today because of Hand Egg, You bastard

>>4063381
>Let’s keep the conversation positive
>About potential allies/friends to be made
Yeah, I agree, talking of bastards of all things right now is not what dead tired Merv should concern himself with.

“So what am I going to do now? I can’t joust, I can’t shoot a bow to save my damn life…” Your frustration is clear in your voice and Alyssa giggles musically at your irritation.

“There is so much to be done Mervyn. We can watch the joust together, there is socializing to be done with houses that one might never have the chance to meet with again. Houses have come from as far north as Last Hearth in the North to as far south as Dorne. Not to mention feasting and other noble past times. Andrea has mentioned she has a desire to go hawking together and I have to say that I’m intrigued by the prospect.”

You groan and bring your hand to your face slowly so as to minimize the pain and scratch at your beard thoughtfully.

“So who would you say I should go about speaking with?”

Well the two obvious ones would be Ser Pastorn, and although I’m loathe to admit it, Ser Owen Osgrey. I would rather you focus your attentions on the Malroys, they are a much more prestigious family and I find Ser Pastorn a much more enjoyable companion than Ser Owen, cretin that he is, although it would be unwise to ignore him completely. Perhaps if you’re feeling better before the tourney’s end you might go hunting or hawking with them. Elsewise, there is all manner of landed knights and small lordlings about that could be worth befriending. Third sons and second cousins all need a place in the world. You might also speak with Tygon, or mother or father. There has been some tension between the two of them recently, and mother will be meeting with the Hand of the King sometime soon and I imagine she will want her sworn sword present, especially after that showing in the melee.”

“I still need to ransom my armour as well. Perhaps I’ll get a chance to talk with Pastorn when I do so, as well as to meet with his father and negotiate about buying some of their family’s horses for the Reins.”

Your wife nestles her head into your shoulder as she replies. “Be mindful husband, Lady Fiona spoke of Ser Dontos’ blunt manner. Apparently he has made few friends with his manner amongst the Crownlands despite his skill at arms. As for Lord Vamos, perhaps you might allow me to attend you if you arrange a meeting with the man. I should like to meet a man who fought with my grandfather, and perhaps I’ll bring Marqus as the mans namesake. If Lord Vamos is the man I think he is, the gesture might help dampen his fury which I am told is a significant thing. I imagine Lord Malroy will be a difficult man to attend but perhaps we might attend him during the joust in the coming days. And if not with him, you might watch with Ser Owen should he hopefully be knocked out of the running. I’m sure Ser Austin would be glad to meet with his family, even if he has the personality of a dead fish.”

“I imagine that you left the crowd for a reason? Was the competition so poor?”

“I left the competition to come check up on my dearest husband I’ll have you know, but the opening rounds of the jousts that were announced were largely hedge knights of little or no renown but the stands were still quite full when Cerenna and I left, although Andrea accompanied us due to her feeling unwell. Father, Mother and Tygon were all still attending last I saw…”

You took a deep breath and having decided that you had rested long enough you decided to…

>Ransom your armour from Ser Dontos Malroy
>Watch the opening rounds of the joust with Lord Titus Reynold
>Watch the opening rounds of the joust with Lady Elleanor Reynold
>Watch the opening rounds of the joust with Tygon Reynold
>Something else? (Write in)

Feel free to throw out anything else you guys would like to do during our time at Harrenhal.

>>4066251
>>Ransom your armour from Ser Dontos Malroy

>>4066251
>Ransom your armour from Ser Dontos Malroy

>>4066251
I'm thinking Vamos Malroy might affect Dontos' attitude towards us so lets visit him before paying off the ransom.

>Watch the opening rounds of the joust with Lady Elleanor Reynold
Attend our lady (we still have appearances to maintain) then meet up with the knights who need to pay for their armor during the break.

>>4066251
Before we do anything, i think our wife should give Mervyn special mouth to head first aid.

>>4066283
Backing this - wonderful healing method

Then:
>Ransom your armour from Ser Dontos Malroy

>>4066251
>Ransom your armour from Ser Dontos Malroy

>>4066251
>Ask Bobby if we can feel his muscles

>>4066251
>Ransom your armour from Ser Dontos Malroy
First of all a knight should have his armour, second of all we should show respect to the man who made us yield in the melee, and third of all this show of humility might affect Vamos' stance towards us.

Ransoming our armour back it is. Excellent. I have to take care of some stuff this evening but a post should be up at about 9pm MST!

Joe froze to death.
RIP

>>4067390
And Father died of the Corona virus. Boggs is probably gonna run into a wall or something like that

>>4066613
>second of all we should show respect to the man who made us yield in the melee
You should check the previous thread on his attitude towards Westerlands knights who can't even best him. Only actions will sway him and we failed.
At least this may affect the extent of the ransom in a good way.

>>4067482
I didn't mean to imply that Dontos would like us or even respect us, I just think it is the right thing to do.

>>4067631
Doesnt seem like a Mervyn thing to do.

>>4067634
I disagree. I think waiting a long time to ransom his armour for no good reason is something Mervyn wouldn't do.

>>4067638
I meant the amount of flair about it you suggested.

>>4067640
There is no flair about it. I did not suggest such a thing. The simple act of not letting the man who beat us wait a long time for us to buy our armour back shows respect.

>Ransom your armour

“I’d better go take care of my armour” you mutter under your breath.

Alyssa makes no motion however as she stays curled up next to you and even in your beaten form you can feel your heart begin to beat a mite faster as you listen to her breath. You hand wound once more into her tangle of curls and after scratching at her scalp begins to tighten into a fist, pulling her hair along with it and you can hear from her the softest of gasps and her back arches as she follows your movements. She cranes her head upwards and whispers in your ear “You’d better go ransom your armour then…”

The words were breathy in your ear and you go to turn over, to pin your wife’s hands above her head but a surge of pain overwhelms you as you wince as you fall into your blankets flat on your back. Alyssa soon rises however and straddles you as she laughs and gives you a devilish smile.

“Oh I think I like you this way Mervyn. My big strong knight helpless, in need of rescuing by a poor damsel. If only I had a sword I could defend you with.”

The look on her face was one that caused a stirring deep within you and she reaches behind her back to find the “sword” that she was looking for as she slides down your legs, careful to avoid your injuries, and begins to unlace your britches. And soon you feel her lips kissing about you, before you lose sight of your member behind a veil of thick red hair and become lost in the warmth and wetness of her mouth. You feel almost paralyzed as pressure builds and is suddenly released when a wave of pleasure washes over you and you can feel your toes curling as you try to relax your tensed muscles throughout your body. Alyssa sits up and props herself on your chest softly.

“Where did that come from?” you ask incredulously.

A smile. That same devilish smile. “Andrea and I have talked at length about such things. I offered her suggestions about ways to overcome her pregnancy, and she told me about other… things. Apparently there was a copy of a rather lusty book in Hornvale that she came into possession of. I’ll take it you approved?”

You nod your head and she smiles before placing a finger on your lips. “Well don’t think it was free husband, I’ll expect the favour to be returned tonight. But come, you’d better see to your armour before the day gets away from you.”

She stands and goes for a side table to wipe her face before assisting you out of bed and the two of you walk out into the main chamber of your pavilion. You can see Cerenna in a chair by the fire as she played with Marqus who was happily gurgling back at her as she played peek a boo with him. You sat down at a table and a servant brought forth some sausage and cheese which you nibble at before instructing the serving girl to find your squire and bring him to you once he was found.

It took not 10 minutes until Tyrus walked through the flaps and you sent him to track down the pavilion of Ser Dontos and to arrange a meeting so as to ransom your armour back as soon as possible and he had left quickly as he so often did. You listened to your wife and Cerenna chat idly about things when Cerenna mentioned her elder brother had wished to meet with her and Alyssa turns to give you a look. Cedrick Lantell was the heir to Lantell Manor and your previous interactions with him had been brief in the extreme, perhaps he might be someone to wine and dine with over the coming days whilst you recovered your strength.

Just over an hour later Tyrus returns and you bid the ladies farewell as you and Tyrus went to ransom your armour. You chose not to ride for fear of mounting your horse and instead walked. Tyrus had moved your armour onto your pack mule and he led the beast by the reins while you walked beside the cantankerous old animal, only occasionally leaning on it for support when your leg felt as if it could be pushed no more or you felt short of breath.

Tyrus leads on and you can see the main Malroy pavilion, a large and impressively lavish looking tent where the purple fabric outweighed the black by a margin and a rearing golden stallion was stitched into the tent flap. This however, was not the tent of Ser Dontos as you soon realize when you round the corner and find a much more modest black tent with a purple door flap attended by a servant who bids you welcome, opening the doorway and bowing to you.

“See if you can find Pastorn while I’m in there Tyrus, if I’m to meet with his father about these horses of theirs it’ll likely sound best coming through him and not a messenger.”

You walk into the tent flap and you can see the man on his knees in a corner, praying quietly to an idol of the Warrior. He does not so much as move an inch when you enter the room and you quickly walk over to a small table with a clay pitcher and take a seat. You pour yourself a glass and find only water within to which you roll your eyes but the cool drink refreshes you nonetheless.

Ser Dontos finishes his prayers and he turns to face you soon enough. The look on his face was as dark as the clothes he wore, all black and perhaps a shade of purple so dark as to be midnight, and he soon joins you at the table.

“Ser Mervyn Reynold. I see you fare well enough to walk.” The words came out queerly from the man. A courtesy he felt you may have not deserved but felt obligated to give? His own attempt at small talk perhaps? It was difficult to say.

“Ser Dontos. Congratulations on your showing. You fought well today.” Your own words were short and curt.

The man looks at you with his stormy eyes and you could see the traces of a scowl that was almost permanently etched on his face. “The Seven decided who was the better sword today Ser Mervyn. And the Father Above may have judged me above you, but he declared me below my bro...below the men of the Kingsguard. You fought…well…yourself.

A man of few words. “To business then?” you asked simply and the man nodded.

--- Ransoming your armour back ---
>Pay full market price (60 Dragons (Armour) + 5 Dragons (Horse)
>Haggle (Bargain Roll where each degree of success will knock down 20%)

>>4068214
>Pay full market price (60 Dragons (Armour) + 5 Dragons (Horse)

>>4068214
>>Pay full market price (60 Dragons (Armour) + 5 Dragons (Horse)
Of course, anything less is disrespectful here.

>>4068214
>Haggle (Bargain Roll where each degree of success will knock down 20%)

>>4068214
>Pay full market price (60 Dragons (Armour) + 5 Dragons (Horse)

>>4068207
Also special mouth to head first aid. Works every time

>>4068208
Haggle

>>4068214
>Pay full market price (60 Dragons (Armour) + 5 Dragons (Horse)
I wish I could think of fun gay innuendo to say to him.

>>4068214
>Pay full market price (60 Dragons (Armour) + 5 Dragons (Horse)

>>4068645
In your end-o.

>>4068645
>I wish I could think of fun gay innuendo to say to him.
Yeah I was thinking hard of any parting words for Dontos, but he is such a huge immovable, pious hardass, Merv should just move on.

Alright going to pay the full sum off the hope. Let's see if Dontos plays ball

Can I get 3d6 for Persuasion (Bargain) please?

Rolled 4, 5, 5 = 14 (3d6)

>>4069887

DC:9 by the way for taking the honourable route

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

>>4069887

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

>>4069887

Not going to bother with Attractive because the best it'll get is 14. Writing

>>4069920
2 successes for playing it straight with him. Good enough imo.

--- Ser Mervyn Reynold Persuasion (Bargain) Test ---
Rolled 14 vs DC: 9
Result: Two Degrees of Success

You reached down lift up your surcoat to reach your belt and pull forth a linen purse that place with a soft thud onto the table as the coins within clink softly.

“Ser Dontos,I have no desire to haggle or cheat you. Within this purse is 65 dragons, the amount I paid for my armour and steed, and an honest ransom for them. Pastorn speaks highly of both your honour and skill and so I offer you the full amount of what they’re worth.”

The man frowns as he looks at you and he scratches at his heavy scruff that covered his face. His stormy eyes scoured you as they looked for any trace of trickery or underhanded intent and his hand goes to the table to roll his fingers in a rhythmic matter as he considers your proposition.

“Your honesty is appreciated Ser. I accept your offer.”

Ser Dontos reaches out to collect the coin and you nod your head and place both hands on the table to help you as you stand but as you turn to leave the gruff knight interrupts your departure.

“My nephew speaks highly of you Ser. I can see why.”

You turned to look at the man but he did not meet your eyes again, instead taking the purse you had given him over to a small chest and after unlocking it, depositing the coins within before closing the lid and turning the key to lock with a satisfying clunk. Looking about the tent you can see it is relatively spartan, although you can see a small pennant hanging from one wall depicting the arms of House Targaryen as well as a small cloth that covered a side table in the purple and black of House Malroy. Upon it was a silver candelabrum shaped in the form of a three headed dragon. The man was clearly loyal to the royal family, that much was obvious…

--- Any parting words/questions for Ser Dontos Malroy? ---

>>4070019
No

>>4070019
No

>>4070019
Just thank him and leave

>>4070019
Seems like you often have visits from the royal family, i shall leave you to it then. Good luck in the jousts Ser Dontos

>>4070019
I will pray to the warrior for your success in the joust. Your skill and strength will surely make him smile upon you.