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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, 18, 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 ---
Late Afternoon

You found yourself following Lord Qarlton Chelsted’s young son and squire, Roymond, through the colourful and miniature city made up of dyed canvas and heavy wool pavilions that served to house the vast majority of the noble families that had attended the Whent’s tourney at Harrenhal. Even with a castle so large as to have the reputation of being the largest castle in Westeros by a considerable margin did many a family find there was no room for themselves within the five massive towers that almost resembled half melted candles, nor within the numerous halls and miniature keeps contained within the monstrous curtain wall.

The lad walked with confidence as he led you to the Malroy pavilion, deftly navigating the multi coloured maze comfortably and a certain familiarity perhaps from having grown up amongst the houses of the Crownlands and possessing a solid grasp of their sigils and colours. He took you around a plain but considerable tent of green and yellow as well as a more modest tent of mustard yellow and a roughly embroidered red boar on the tent flap before taking you in between two impressive and luxurious tents made up of sea green canvas with silver stitching and you could see from the number of servants and men at arms attending the tents that whomever owned said pavilions were both an influential and wealthy family.

“Tell me squire, who owns these pavilions here?”

The boy turns on his heel and with hardly a glance at the tents quickly explains that they are the property of House Velaryon as he waits up momentarily for you to catch up to the lad before speaking at length.

“They belong to Lord Monford Velaryon Ser, the Lord of the Tides and Lord of Driftmark. House Velaryon is a powerful house who controls the Narrow Sea from their island seat of Driftmark. The main branch of the family lives in a castle by the name of High Tide, and their words are “The Old, The True, The Brave”. They can trace their bloodlines back to Old Valyria, having controlled their seat since before the Targaryen invasion.”

You nod along to the young boy and he continues on, seemingly treating the question as that of a tutor instead of the genuine lack of knowledge that it was.

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“Lord Monford has only recently come into his lordship as his father, the late lord Monfryd having passed to a winter chill not three months ago. He is one of the most eligible bachelors in the realm Ser, and is no older than one and seven. They have several houses sworn to them, the first that come to mind being the cadet branch, the Velaryons of Castle Driftmark as well as the Longwaters of Long Isle.”

The lad continued to ramble on, seemingly telling you nearly every fact he had ever learned about the house as he continued to lead you onwards before suddenly looks about and sheepishly as he corrects his path and two turns, a right followed by a left and another right leads you to the Malroy pavilion that you recognized from the previous day. As you approached however, you found two men at arms standing diligently at the door and they barred your way even as you introduced yourself and your business with the Lord Malroy

“Lord Malroy already got visitors. If ya feel so inclined you can wait until his lordship’s guests are gone.”

“I came and tried to tell them that you had been summoned by the Hand Ser, but I don’t know if anyone actually went and told the Lord.” Tyrus had approached from around the corner and interrupted the man as he stared daggers at him before turning his attention back to you.

The words were both curt and final and the man goes back to staring straight ahead at full attention as you resign yourself to waiting about the tent. After nearly half an hour you had begun to pace, but conveniently you spy your wife carrying your young son being accompanied by Ser Walder Erenford and Ser Martin Mullendore and your two men soon leave her in your charge before returning to their other duties, accompanied by your squire. The now three of you waited for nearly an hour, although Alyssa was markedly more patient than yourself, before you see a broad man with impressive side whiskers leave the tent attended two by two soldiers as well as a young girl. The man could be heard speaking gruffly to his underlings who both bore a red stallion rearing sewn on their breasts and the man himself wore a brown yellow tunic with the same rearing stallion. You turn your attention back to the man at arms and his companion soon disappears into the tent for a brief moment before the first man nods and pulls back the flap to allow you entrance.

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As you entered you fingered the splint under your clothes idly, ensuring that they were hidden and out of view as much as possible but Alyssa places a hand on your own as if to say to ignore it and to walk with confidence as you walked into a lavish display of wealth and ornamentation before laying eyes on a constructed wood dais on which stood a long horizontal table behind which sat Lord Vamos Malroy. The Lord of Steadhold was an impressive, if aging, specimen. His once bright silver hair and begun to dull into a more common grey about his temples and he wore it closely cropped to his head and his face bore the lines of age and the stresses of rule and lordship. But the most striking feature about him were his eyes. They may have been the same colour as Pastorn’s but where your acquaintances resembled smouldering embers Lord Vamos’ contained the vigor and volatility of roaring wildfire. Seated at the man’s right hand was the man’s only daughter and the woman you had met at the opening feast, Lady Isis Malroy clad in a severe black dress that was highlighted by a heavy golden medallion in the shape of some foreign essosi design while her long silver hair tumbled about her slender shoulders.

You glance about the tent and with your wife and son on your right and young Roymund on your left, you are announced by a herald as Ser Mervyn Reynold to the Lord of Steadhold. You go to speak but are quickly interrupted by Lord Malroy.

“I know of few knights who have the nerve to stand up a Lord and proceed to arrive so late after an invitation has been extended. I believe custom would dictate that a lord should be waited on by a knight, especially when said lord has far more noble company to speak with than said knight, particularly when said lord was speaking with another high born lord such as Lord Bracken of Stone Hedge. Would you not agree daughter?”

Isis considers you carefully and carefully folds her hands together before nodding softly and her father continues.

“Do you think to play some game with me Ser? Do you think to put me off and perhaps put me in a state of mind to take advantage? Perhaps you could care to explain why I should not have you and your attendents thrown out of my pavilion this very moment Ser!?”

The volume of the mans speech had raised until it was just under a yell and you could see the mans furrowed brows outlined by dark grey eyebrows that angled downwards to bring focus to the fire of irritation in his eyes as he waited expectedly. You paused for a brief moment and Lord Vamos fills the silence with a shouted “WELL SER? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR TONGUE”

--- Response to Lord Vamos Malroy ---
>Introduce Roymund Chelsted, son and squire of the Hand of the King (Convince)
>Introduce Lady Alyssa Reynold, granddaughter of Lord Marqus Reynold (Charm)
>Introduce yourself (Intimidate)
>Something else (Write in)

Can I also get 3d6 for Will please?

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

>>4108978
>Introduce Lady Alyssa Reynold, granddaughter of Lord Marqus Reynold (Charm)

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

>>4108978
>Introduce Roymund Chelsted, son and squire of the Hand of the King (Convince)
Stick to the plan. We have a viable excuse.

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

>>4108978
>>Introduce Lady Alyssa Reynold, granddaughter of Lord Marqus Reynold (Charm)

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

>>4108978
Bruh fuck this guy. Turn 360 degrees and walk away.
>>Introduce Lady Alyssa Reynold, granddaughter of Lord Marqus Reynold (Charm)

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And introducing Alyssa takes it 3-1. And by the Seven her rolling never ceases to be amazing.

>>4109027
gonna have to break my neck to see that

>>4109027
>33
Dayum

--- Lord Vamos Malroy’s Persuasion (Intimidate) Test ---
Rolled 27 vs Will Test Result: 12
Four Degrees of Success
Influence 4 (Will) x 4 = 16
Composure: 9 – 16 = -7
Result: Ser Mervyn Reynold defeated

You blink back your shock at the mans nearly outright hostility as you attempt to regain your composure but you found yourself with a complete lack of response to the man, so whilst your eyes were normally the same blue as an cold and empty winter sky, they betrayed your lack of ability to form a response as well and you find yourself beginning to gawp slightly as an entire lifetime of lowborn instincts began to take ahold of you. Perhaps you might speak to your wifes family as something approaching an equal but the intensity and assuredness that Lord Vamos spoke with was disarming. Instead all you can do is gesture to your right to introduce your wife but you still find yourself tongue tied. Alyssa however hands you your son and takes a step forward.

--- Lady Alyssa Reynold’s Persuasion (Charm Test) ---
Rolled 27 vs Intrigue Defense: 13
*Blood of the Andals Activated*
Rolled 29 vs Intrigue Defense: 12
Four Degrees of Success
Influence 5 (Persuasion) x 4 = 20
Lord Vamos takes 2/2 Frustration
20 - 4 = 16 Influence
6 – 16 = -10 Composure
Result: Lord Vamos Malroy defeated

“Surely the Lord Malroy would not order a woman and her babe thrown from his pavilion like a common born wench, especially if said woman was the granddaughter of the late Lord Marqus Reynold, Lord of Ember Peak, Warden of the Westroad and Keeper of the Ember Pass?”

Now it was Lord Vamos’ turn to be at a loss for words. The man stares almost incredulously at Alyssa for a long moment before Isis reaches across the table and gently places her hand on her fathers which causes him to blink three times in quick succession and return to his senses and you can see the fire in his eyes has been quenched.

“I…no my Lady, I would certainly not. Please forgive my… manner. There is much to be accomplished at a tournament such as grand as this.”

He takes a moment further to stare at your wife and you can see the mans features soften as he looks at her carefully and Alyssa further disarms him completely with nothing but a smile.

“My mother spoke of you when I was but a child my lord. How her father wrote her of a handsome and fearsome knight had come under his command during the War of the Ninepenny Kings and how he dutifully served even after my grandfather had been wounded on the field of battle.”

“Your mother tells it true my lady. I learned much of my knowledge of tactics and warfare from Lord Marqus, and even after he was took an arrow to the chest and the wound festered he attended every war council diligently. He was a shrewd commander and a skilled warrior, by all accounts a good lord.”

Alyssa and Lord Vamos continue to exchange various pleasantries regarding Lord Marqus Reynold before Alyssa beckons you forward and introduces your son to the valyrian lord.

“My lord Vamos, if I may introduce my grandfather’s namesake and my own firstborn child and son, Marqus, as well as my husband Ser Mervyn Reynold. I hope you can forgive my husband for his breach of protocol, he was summoned by Lord Qarlton Chelsted for some matter that I am not privy to but have been led to believe is of grave importance.”

She took Marqus from your arms and approached the table to which Lord Vamos stands and receives your son before sitting down once more and begins to bounce the babe on his knee. Marqus had been quiet for the entirety of the introductions but at being handed over he begin to squirm and fuss, which soon turned into a ferocious cry of discontent and Lord Vamos only chuckles before handing him back to his daughter and Marqus soon quiets down as he reaches for the bauble about her neck.

“A fierce boy my Lady. I have no doubt that he will grow to become a fearsome warrior.”

“Only to some my lord, for instance he seems to have taken a liking to your son, Pastorn. The only other man whom he does not create a fuss about is his father.”

Lord Vamos turns his attention to you once more and considers you.

“My apologies extend to you as well Ser. I had not known you were attending Lord Chelsted. Yes, you were the man in the black armour who unhorsed my brother in the melee yes?”

You nod your head to the man affirmatively and he continues on.

“That was an impressive showing. I’m sure I need not tell you of my brothers skill at arms, by the Seven he should have been given a position on the Kingsguard.”

He mumbled something under his breath about marriage but most of the words fade into nothingness before they manage to reach your ears.

“My son petitioned me to see you Ser, regarding the potential sale of horses. I had made it clear to him that the sale of such was to be handled by my maester but he insisted that I see you regardless as you had an interest purchasing one of our Valyrian coursers for yourself. Is that the case Ser? For I’ll have you know that said steeds command a steep price and it is one that I am unwilling to budge on. You have seen examples of Malroy horseflesh and I am certain you would agree to my terms…”

--- Bargain with Lord Vamos about the purchase of an Extraordinary Valyrian Courser? ---
>yay
>neigh

Benefits from an extraordinary courser include an improved statline for the steed as they are faster and stronger than normal warhorses, as well as a boost in prestige to anyone who recognizes the steed for what it is amongst other things.

>>4109068
>yay

>>4109068
>yay

>>4109068
>neigh

>>4109068
>neighhhhh

>>4109068
>yay

And we shall name it Phoenix

>>4109068
Yay as in barter for the price, or yay as in just buy it at asking price? I want to buy it, but not insult him with a low barter roll.

>>4109126
Yay as in barter.

The starting cost is 200 Gold Dragons for the Extraordinary horse, which is more than slightly ridiculous. However, it is something that is far above the means of most knights, hence the prestige aspect of it, combined with Mervyn being very "nouveaux riche" if you get my meaning.

>>4109136
In that case I vote
>neigh

>>4109068
>>neigh

Well it's been over an hour so I'm going to call it here for neigh 4-3.

In which case, is there anything else you'd like to speak to Lord Vamos about?

>>4109160
maybe a chance to have Marqus squire with the Malroy when comes of age

>>4109160
Sounds we talk about an alliance for our upcoming campaign? We might need supporters against the Lannisters

>>4109165
I'll remind that Mervyn has already been offered a chance for Marqus to be fostered in Goldengrove, altogether a more prestigious place than Steadhold as at least in my setting, Lord Rowan is Status 6, whereas Lord Malroy is Status 5. That's not to say you guys can't ask but it seems a little out of character when you already have somewhere to send him.

>>4109197
Haha I'm sure you meant support against "bandits". But that is something that could be used. Likely using either incite, charm or convince but not a half bad idea.

--- Speak to Lord Vamos about fostering Marqus? ---
>yay
>nay

--- Speak to Lord Vamos about potential support about fighting against bandits in the west? ---
>yay
>nay

>>4109241
>--- Speak to Lord Vamos about fostering Marqus? ---
>>nay
>--- Speak to Lord Vamos about potential support about fighting against bandits in the west? ---
>>nay

>>4109241
>nay

>nay

>>4109241

>--- Speak to Lord Vamos about fostering Marqus? ---
>nay
>--- Speak to Lord Vamos about potential support about fighting against bandits in the west? ---
>Yay

>>4109241
>>nay
>yay

Uncle Joe died. RIP

Well it looks like a no for fostering Marqus, and a tie for talking about support in the campaign. I'm going to let this vote go overnight and I'l pick back up in the morning. Also, if anyone has any suggestions feel free to throw them out and if there is a consensus I'll include them in the update.

>>4109241
>Speak to Lord Vamos about potential support about fighting against bandits in the west? ---
Yay

Alright well can I get 3d6 for persuasion please? Convince

Rolled 4, 5, 4 = 13 (3d6)

>>4109979

Anons died. RIP

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

>>4109979

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

>>4109979

Writing!

>>4110075
>>4110079
Are crit fails a thing?

>>4110104
I don't use crits aside from the one in the core rulebook regarding combat.

Also, I have to go run an errand fast so this update might take a little longer than expected. My apologies there guys

“Tell me Lord Malroy, what is a steep price?”

“One of our Extraordinary Valyrian Coursers command a price of 200 golden dragons.”

You nearly suck your teeth at the astronomical cost of such a horse but manage to avoid doing so by clenching your teeth beneath your dark blonde beard. You look to Alyssa and you can see her subtly shake her head at you while the attention of both Lord Vamos and Lady Isis was on yourself.

--- Ser Mervyn’s Persuasion (Convince) Test ---
Rolled 16 vs Intrigue Defense: 13
One Degree of Success

“Such a cost is beyond a mere household knight so I will have to say no my lord. Even if they are magnificent steeds. However, I do intend to outfit my men upon your golden coursers of less impressive breeding.”

You can see a brief flicker of disdain flash across the lords face and you quickly hurry to fill the silence that hangs heavy in the tent as you consider the Lord before you. He was clad in expensive fabrics and his bearing, while most definitely proud, is not of an overly martial or spartan bend. His hands are not the rough calloused things of a life long warrior and the way his shoulders were positioned were of a man more comfortable at court than on the battlefield, yet nonetheless he was a man who had fought in war and like most lords, likely considered his prowess something to be proud of.

“My Lord, I’ve heard it said that House Malroy is a proud and martial house. House Reynold is a young house, but it is a wealthy one. Ember Peak’s position at the crossroads of the Gold Road and the Lesser Mander make it a wealthy one and a house many would seek to ally with…”

Lord Vamos leans forward in his chair, resting his elbows on the table and his chin on his hands as his eyes squint at you suspiciously.

“And as you’ve just mentioned Ser, you are nothing more than a household knight. Why would speak to you about an alliance between Steadhold and Ember Peak when you can promise me nothing but words on the wind?”

“I’m the Master at Arms as well Lord Malroy, and I am in charge of House Reynold’s military. House Reynold’s borders are to be expanding soon and a powerful house such as your own would be a powerful ally, whilst my own house holds the keys to the door to the West. Perhaps you might like to speak with the Lady of Ember Peak, Lady Elleanor Reynold, about such things?”

“Ser, if I am going to consider such a thing I will need to know who I would be sending my men to war with. I would not see House Malroy’s honour sullied by aiding a dishonourable cause…”

--- What to tell Lord Vamos? ---
>Tell him of expansion and dealing with potential bandits
>Tell him of Castamere and potential fallout with the Lannisters
>Something Else (Write in)

Also, can I get 3d6 for persuasion again please

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

>>4110135

>>4110135
>>4110185
Make it the Lannisters then.

>>4110135
>>Tell him of Castamere and potential fallout with the Lannisters

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

>>4110192

>>4110135
>Tell him of Castamere and potential fallout with the Lannisters
This is probably a bad idea. But they are kinda mad about the Lannisters right now

Damn it's slow today

Alright well three votes is enough to get the ball rolling here. Writing

--- Ser Mervyn’s Persuasion Test ---
Rolled 18 vs DC: 18, 21, 24
Results: One Degree of Success, Failed, Failed

“Well m’lord, as I said I met with Lord Qarlton Chelsted not two hours ago, and he and Lady Elleanor have begun to organize a grant of land in the Westerlands, one that now sits empty and has for nearly 20 years. Both Lady Elleanor and the Hand are of the mind that said land will likely be occupied by bandits and other such men of ill repute.”

“Such a thing hardly seems to be beyond the norm. The Princewood that surrounds Steadhold is often plagued by bandits that House Malroy diligently removes from our lands. Keeping it’s lands free of banditry and lawlessness is one of the primary responsibilities for a noble house Ser.”

Your eyes look at Lord Vamos, then to Lady Isis as Marqus was attempting to grab tiny fistfuls of her beautiful silver hair as he babbled happily. Lord Vamos had his eyes intently on you, but Isis seemed distracted by your infant son. Lastly, you look to Alyssa but she gives you a searching look. She had not been privy to the suspicions of her mother and the Lord Hand. You would be alone in this.

“I would agree Ser. I’ve led men against bandits in the name of House Reynold many times. Only this piece of land is…far from Ember Peak and it may not be bandits that we are fighting.”

“State your meaning Ser. I have little patience for these types of games.”

You took a deep breath through your nose. It was a risk you knew to inform anyone of Lady Elleanor’s plans, but if you were going to build your own network of allies you would need to convince them of your cause.

“My lady has been granted leave to resettle Castamere my lord. And as such, it seems to be expected that Lord Tywin will retaliate in some way. According to Lord Chelsted outright war would be considered a direct attack on the Crown and it’s interests so it is more likely that the lands Lady Elleanor has been granted will become plagued by men sworn to or paid by House Lannister in the guise of bandits.”

Lord Vamos’ face turns to an angry scowl at the mention of House Lannister and his hands soon become loosely clenched fists as he contemplates your proposition. After a long moment he finally speaks…

“Ser Mervyn I will… consider your proposition. I shall send a message to your Lady Elleanor in the coming days before the tourney’s end. Now Ser, if you are still interested in purchasing Malroy steeds for your men I will direct you to see my maester as he is handling the sale of that pedigree.”

A small and elderly looking man seemingly appeared forth from nowhere and beckoned you forward with an extended arm and you looked towards your wife and she smiles at you.

“Forgive me husband, but I should like to speak to Lord Vamos and Lady Isis a bit further. I am sure Lord Vamos will send me back to our own pavilion with an appropriate escort.”

Lord Vamos nods his head in the affirmative and so you leave them to their highborn talks and follow the aging maester through a doorway and into a room with a large table set in the middle of it, complete with quill, parchment and a small chest that sat atop the wooden desk. The maester sat behind and and unlocked the chest with a small key he pulled forth from his robes which was quickly returned to it’s pocket which caused the soft jingling of the maesters chain.

“Now Ser, I have been charged with the responsibility of the selling of the Malroy steeds. The standard golden coursers that grace Lord Malroy’s banners are sold as units of forty, two horses per man, for a cost of 400 golden dragons…”

He pulls forth a piece of parchment and begins idly flicking a quill at various places left blank on the parchement…

--- Bargain with Maester Benjin? ---
>yay
>neigh

Also, a reminder that Elleanor has promised to pay for half of the cost of the horses.

>>4110411
>yay

Also mention to Vamos that ALyssa is expecting and we were wondering if the child could be raised in Steadhold. If it is a boy as a squire and if its a girl as a Lady-in-waiting

>>4110411
>yay
It hurts because I like Benjin, but we gotta do what's right for Merv

>>4110411
>>yay

>>4110411
>yay

Alright can I get 3d6 for bargain please?

Each Degree of Success will knock off 25 Gold Dragons up to a maximum of 100. DC:12

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

>>4110682

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

>>4110682

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

>>4110682
I was >>4110185 >>4110068 so I'll do it again

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

>>4110689
>>4110690

Rerolling for attractive

>>4110689
11

>>4110690
13

>>4110702
8

Alright well looks like we knocked off 25 Gold Dragons for a grand total of 375 Gold Dragons (Of which Mervyn has to pay 187)

--- Ser Mervyn’s Persuasion (Bargain) Test ---
Rolled 13 vs DC:12
One Degree of Success

You sat down with the older man and begin to go over the terms of the sale, speaking of pedigrees and gelding as well as terms of delivery amongst other things. While the house physically had the horses still in their possession that other houses had already purchased many of them and as such the full compliment of horses would be delivered to Ember Peak within a month of the completion of the tournament. Talk then ran to cost as well and you could see the glint of gold gleaming from the link in his chain as you attempted to talk him down in price. The maester was tenacious in his bargaining, holding steady to his lords prices but in the end you manage to talk him down twenty five gold dragons to a final price of 375 dragons for the steeds.

“On final thing Maester, I’d like to be able to ride my own horse home when the tourney is at it’s end.”

The maester looks up from his scribblings on the parchment and nods his head affirmatively as he continues to fill in the spaces of the parchment. It is not long before he scans his work one last time before turning the parchment to you and handing you an old raven feather quill and a pot of black ink.

“That can most certainly be arranged Ser Mervyn, now if you will sign your name at the bottom of the bill of sale…”

You took the proffered quill and soon your name marks the bottom of the contract. The quill scratches against the parchment in a pleasing manner although you stared at the signature afterwards “Ser Mervyn Reynold” and thought to yourself that your penmanship looked childish next to the maesters much more practiced hand. Benjin pulls the parchment away and carefully blots the ink and allows everything to dry before filing it away properly.

“You shall receive a bill of sale for yourself Ser Mervyn, upon delivery of the horses to Ember Peak and the exchange for the second half of the purchase cost.”

With your business concluded you are soon shown out of the pavilion. Alyssa was seated at the table across from Lord Vamos and Isis and was so engrossed in the conversation that she scarcely even turned her head to look at you as you were escorted out and began to make the long trek back towards your own pavilion where you were contemplating quaffing an entire keg of ale. It had been a long time since a lord had make you feel an insignificant as Lord Vamos had, and you cannt even think about what might have happened had Alyssa not been there to intervene. It likely would have been nothing short of embarrassment you think and you can see dark clouds rolling in over the riverlands that suit your mood and the distant sound of rumbling thunder fills your ears…

--- What scene would you guys like to do next? ---

So, I have three “Scenes” left to do at Harrenhal, consisting of a hunt, a meeting with Lord Titus, and the final scene at the joust. Obviously the joust is last, so please vote which you guys would like to do next. I also apologize if doing a bunch of intrigue and networking is a touch dull for a character like Mervyn who doesn’t always pick up on a lot of the more noble aspects of conversation and what not, but that’s the character. Anywhores, this vote will be an overnight one and will pick back up again tomorrow morning.

>Meeting with Lord Titus
>Hunting with Pastorn Malroy and.or Owen Osgrey

>>4111025
>Hunting with Pastorn Malroy and.or Owen Osgrey

>>4111025
>Hunting with Pastorn Malroy and.or Owen Osgrey

Fo hunting with both

>>4111025
>Hunting with Pastorn Malroy and.or Owen Osgrey

>>4111025
>>Hunting with Pastorn Malroy AND Owen Osgrey
Any other potential allies we could invite?

And nah, I enjoy the challenge of steering Merv when he's out of his element. Everything becomes all too easy if his flaws don't come up.

>>4111025
>Hunting with Pastorn Malroy AND Owen Osgrey

Cool. Alright so now I have a few subvotes for you guys.

--- Host a hunt? ---

>yay
>nay

If yay, Ser Mervyn will pay Harrenhal's master of the hunt to organize a hunt and procede to go on a hunt for a suitable prize worthy of winner gaining 1 Glory, and their house gaining 1 Influence. It costs 200 Gold Dragons to "host" the hunt.

If nay, the hunt will simply be Mervyn and whomever he extends an invitation to heading away from the castle and trying their luck at their chosen hunt.

--- Whom to invite? ---

>Ser Owen Osgrey
>Ser Pastorn Malroy
>Tygon Reynold
>Gordon Serrett
>Lord Titus Reynold
>Someone else (Write in)

You may choose as many people as you'd like, but the more people you bring the less intimate and personal the hunt will be.

--- What type of hunt would you guys like to participate in? ---

>Hawking
>Deer
>Boar
>Something Else (Write in)

Please choose one

>>4112339
>yay

>Ser Pastorn Malroy
>Tygon Reynold
>Ser Owen Osgrey

>Deer

I'm having heartburn over the 200 gold. We passed on the horse that was a definite benefit.

>>4112339
>nay

>Ser Owen Osgrey
>Ser Pastorn Malroy
>Tygon

>Deer

>>4112415
Seconding this.

Okay well in the interests of trying to get some story stuff dont here I'll call it a no on the organized hunt. Just be a couple of lads riding out having a time. Can I get 3d6 for persuasion please? This will be to convince Tygon to attend as well.

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

>>4112858

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

>>4112858

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

>>4112858

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>4112891
Rerolling attractive, even though you guys already passed the DC which was 9

Also, I'll need 6d6+2 for MAester Aethan's healing roll to see how Mervyn's wounds are coming along for the hunt

Rolled 3, 3, 6, 1, 2, 5 + 2 = 22 (6d6 + 2)

>>4112904

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

>>4112904

Rolled 6, 6, 3, 6, 3, 4 = 28 (6d6)

>>4112904

--- 22/12/281 ---

--- Maester Aethan’s Healing (Treat Injury) Test ---
Rolled 24 vs DC: 9
Four Degrees of Success
3 Wounds Healed
Current Injuries: 0/4
Current Wounds: 0/3

You sat on the edge of your bed and blinked your eyes as they absorbed the small orange glow from the fire. It was still likely an hour before dawn and you absent mindedly handled your injured leg and forearm. The bruises were still there with an ever present ache, but as of last night Maester Aethan had informed you that you would no longer require the splints or the tight bandaging around your chest. Your injuries had perhaps been less severe than first thought and you were glad for it as today you would be hunting with Ser Owen Osgrey, Ser Pastorn Malroy as well as Tygon.

--- Ser Mervyn’s Persuasion (Convince) Test ---
Rolled 12 vs DC:9
One Degree of Success

Tygon had taken some convincing to come along, but in the end he had relented. The relationship between the two of you had been chilled since you had accused his mother of threatening to harm your son but there was a hope that you might begin to mend that. He had enjoyed the pageantry of the tournament even if he had not participated in any of the events, and you had seen him feasting with various lords and heirs from the Westerlands and the Reach, as well as dancing with Andrea and various other women in his graceful manner.

You turned back to look at your sleeping wife who was turned away under the heavy furs and blankets and all that was visible of her was her hair but it still brought a smile to your face. You liked running your hands through the thick red curls and how the curls would seemingly wind themselves around your fingers. But you had business to attend to and soon dress into your leather armour as quietly as you can manage so as to not wake your wife before heading out into the pre dawn gloom.

The four of you had agreed to meet at the main gate of Harrenhal at dawn, all mounted and prepared for the days excursions. You had decided against hiring a man to arrange a hunt, instead seeking to save the coin for another day, instead trusting in your own abilities and that of your companions. Finally ready to depart, with both spear and dirk tucked into your saddle you swung yourself into it and began to lead your new steed towards the meeting point. The horse may not have been extraordinary but it was still the most beautiful horse you had ever ridden. It was a gelding, with a fiery temper that had tried to bite you the first time you approached it that had brought forth a laugh from your lips. The as of yet unnamed beast was an impressive specimen, it’s golden colouring became a darker almost brown near it’s muzzle and his gait was a comfortable one. You looked forward to finally being able to put the horse to the test today and see what it was capable of for speed.

You waited by the main gate, torch in hand, as the rest of the group soon came about. Ser Owen was the first to arrive and was accompanied by a squire who looked of an age with Tyrus, while Tygon was the next to arrive and he was attended by a knight who he introduced as Ser Lorcan Lydden. You had seen the two them together about the tourney and seemed to be growing into fast friends, so much so that Tygon introduced him as his sworn sword. Ser Lorcan was also attended by a squire, a younger lad named Stephen Woodwright. Last to arrive was Ser Pastorn, accompanied by his squire Grimsley Grell who was struggling to reign in three impressive looking hunting hounds. The necessary introductions are made and Ser Pastorn apologised for his tardiness.

“I must apologize Sers, I fear that my brothers hounds are a most irascible bunch without my brother to handle them. I think however that having them about should prove a handy thing if we are to sniff out our quarry.”

The now nine of you begin to ride towards the outskirts of the field of pavilions, tents, stalls and various other facilities that made up the impromptu city about the might black walls of Harrenhal and as you come to the edge, a warm glow of sun begins to creep onto the horizon and spread it’s influence on the land and you are faced with a decision.

--- Where to head to search for quarry? ---
>South, towards the lake known as the God’s eye
>West, into the dark woods that surrounded Harrenhal
North, towards the more open plains

>>4113079
>South, towards the lake known as the God’s eye

Early morning. Prey is no doubt at the lake to drink.

>>4113079
>South, towards the lake known as the God’s eye
I'll go with >>4113084 here because what he says sounds plausible to me

>>4113079
>South, towards the lake known as the God’s eye

>>4113079
>South, towards the lake known as the God’s eye

Alright can I get 2d6+3 for Survival (Hunt)

The plus 3 is from Ser Donold Malroy's borrowed hounds

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

>>4113147
Damn we're bad at this

Rolled 1, 6 + 3 = 10 (2d6 + 3)

>>4113147

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

>>4113147

Oof. Not the greatest set of rolls.

Anyhow my roommates decided to surprise me for my birthday and now I'm obligated to celebrate with them so I'll be back tomorrow to do a write up

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>>4113287

>>4113287
Uncle Joe abadoned us to go drink with his buddies!

You headed south as the sun began to crest properly over the horizon bathing the world in it’s warm early morning glow. You made good time riding on a well worn path and you can hear the twittering of birds through the trees and see the morning dew forming on the grass. It is a quiet ride in search of game as you head towards the lake to try and wait for any deer that might be heading to the water to drink.

You crested a small hill and are gifted with a stunning vista of the God’s Eye and together the party scanned downwards to the shoreline and you could see a few does but no prey worth the effort so early in the day. As you rode down the hill the deer look up from their foraging but pay you no mind as you are mounted on your horses until they catch the sent of the dogs and soon take off in the opposite direction to the dogs baying.

--- Ser Mervyn’s Survival (Hunt) Test ---
Rolled 10 vs DC:12
Test Failed

Together you rode on in silence for the better part of three hours but you fail to find anything worth hunting. You soon stop to break your fast, finding a small clearing with a few stumps that you can sit down on as you enjoy a smattering of hard cheeses and bread and quiet smalltalk fills the clearing. Tygon was speaking with Ser Owen Osgrey whilst Ser Pastorn was looking distracted whilst half listening to Ser Lorcan Lydden. The squires were all huddled about a stump of their own.

You rummaged through a saddlebag and pulled forth another piece of cheese and bit off the end of it, savouring the savoury taste of it before checking the rest of your belongings. The rest of the party had brought along bows but no such weapon was carried by you. You’d never had a hand for the weapon growing up and the fact you sometimes struggled to focus on objects at a distance meant you were a poor shot. Instead you had a long spear so that you might either ride down a stag or take corner the beast and go toe to toe with the animal.

After tightening the straps of your saddlebag once more you went to join the conversation of…

>Ser Pastorn and Ser Lorcan
>Tygon and Ser Owen

>>4114478
>Ser Pastorn and Ser Lorcan
Let's see about this sworn sword

>>4114478
>>Tygon and Ser Owen

>>4114478
>Tygon and Ser Owen

>>4114478
>Ser Pastorn and Ser Lorcan

Alright well I'm going to let this go for another 20 minutes, and if theres no tie breaker I'll roll a d6 for it

>>4114478
>Ser Pastorn and Ser Lorcan

Pastorn and Lorcan it is. Writing!

You decide to leave the Heads of House to their conversation and instead walk over to Ser Pastorn and Ser Lorcan so as to get the measure of Tygon’s new sworn sword. He was a short man but stocky, with broad shoulders and a deep chest. He also leaned towards the homely side, with a square blocky head and thick brown hair that the man kept closely cropped.

You shook the mans hand and found that his hands were broad calloused things that had seen much use and you can see that he was a hardened and likely skilled warrior. The two men were speaking of the tourney and the lists, something you had been unable to participate in due to your wounds. Both men had done well in the lists, with Pastorn finishing higher and still with a bout on the morrow. Sensing a lull in the conversation you look to Ser Lorcan and ask after how he had come into Tygon’s service.

“It’s a simple thing really. My father is a second cousin to Lord Lewys Lydden, and I’m his third son. Deep Den is a large castle, and Lord Lewys keeps a large military but even still it is difficult to find a place of prestige there. I met Tygon at a feast some four nights ago and after talking to him decided to swear my sword to him. He seems a good sort of man to serve if you ask me. Lord Lewys is a hard man, and a bit of a cunt if you ask me but Tygon here seems an amiable man.”

“It doesn’t bother you that he is not a fighting man?”

Ser Lorcan looks at you with a nonplussed face as he shrugs with both his shoulders and hands.

“Don’t make much of a difference to me Ser. The way I see it is the gods made us all for a purpose, and if his purpose isn’t to fight, then who am I to judge. Besides, the way I hear it that you are his mothers sworn sword, are you bothered that she cannot fight for herself?”

“Lady Elleanor is a woman Ser, there is quite a difference.”

“Aye, a difference sure but the answer is still the same is it not?”

“I suppose it is. I’ve fought beside Tygon on three separate occasions, and I know he’s a competent commander but his swordsmanship is lacking. I’m only looking after my good brothers well being when he’s choosing a sworn sword if he might put his life in your hands.”

Ser Lorcan looks at you through his own eyes that are a grey blue as he cocks his head in your direction…

“If you doubt the strength of my arm Ser I’d be glad to have an exhibition with you. I missed your showing in the melee but I heard you did well, and Tygon speaks highly of your skill at arms. I should be happy to prove myself to my future master at arms.”

--- Agree to a spar with Ser Lorcan Lydden? ---
>yay
>nay

--- Any questions for Ser Lorcan? ---

>>4114889
>yay

Good to get the measure of the man

>>4114889
>yay

>>4114889
>yay

>>4114889
>Yay

>Lord Lewys is a hard man, and a bit of a cunt if you ask me

Heh.

>>4114889
>yay

Definitely agreeing to the spar so far as I can tell. I'll leave this for 20 minutes if you guys have any questions for Ser Lorcan or Ser Pastorn before I get to writing

>>4114955
Ask him who he squired for, who trained him. Get a general idea of where he comes from

>>4115008
I'll add it in. Writing

You extend a hand towards Ser Lorcan and the two of you shake hands firmly, promising to have a spar between the two of you. You look to see Pastorn staring off into the wood in disinterest and so you decide to fill the void of silence.

“Who’d you squire for Ser Lorcan?”

“I squired for Ser Allister Marbrand, a man in Lord Lewys’ employ and the Captain of the Deep Den garrison. He’s a bit long in the tooth but he was a fearsome fighter in his day. I don’t expect you’ll have heard of him though, never won much fame in tourneys or melees. He always said he couldn’t focus when his life wasn’t on the line. I never had the problem myself though. As far as I figure fighting is fighting. How about yourself Ser?”

The man shrugs and pulls forth a skin from his belt and takes a swig before offering it to you, and when you bring it to your lips you find it to be filled with a sour red wine that burns slightly going down but you go for a second pull before handing it back to him.

“I squired for my father until he passed away. He was a hedge knight.”

The words were curt and Ser Lorcan reads your cue to leave the subject well enough alone.

“Well, I haven’t seen nothing much for game all morning. What do you all think we ought to do? I for one think we should keep heading around the lake and…”

Ser Lorcan is soon interrupted by the baying of the three hounds and they are soon taken off into the trees and the entirety of the party are soon rushing into their saddles to follow the hounds as they chased after their quarry furiously into the undergrowth.

Tyrus helps you mount and you soon have a spear in your hand and dig in your spurs into your horses golden flanks and it whinnies fiercely and soon your party is riding hard before coming into a second clearing and you rein in your steed and you spun about as you tried to discern which exact direction the hounds calls were coming from…

Can I get 2d6+3 for survival pleasae and thank you. DC:9

Rolled 6, 3 + 3 = 12 (2d6 + 3)

>>4115166

Rolled 6, 4 + 3 = 13 (2d6 + 3)

>>4115166

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

>>4115166

We have our heading! But can we get to the quarry first? Alright can I get 6d6 for athletics (run) please

Rolled 2, 2, 4, 5, 1, 1 = 15 (6d6)

>>4115197

Rolled 4, 6, 4, 6, 5, 3 = 28 (6d6)

>>4115197

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

>>4115197

--- Ser Mervyn’s Survival (Hunt) Test ---
Rolled 13 vs DC:9
One Degree of Success

The barking, baying and howling of the hounds seemed to come from everywhere at once but after taking a moment to breathe and focus on the sounds you identify that the sounds were coming from what looked like the densest part of the forest. You dig in your spurs and go press on after them and you can see that Pastorn and Tygon agree with your bearing and are readying their bows and spears as they ride to prepare for the kill. Ser Owen takes off in a more north easterly direction while Ser Lorcan heads off in a parallel line to your own but slightly apart.

Your horse was fast and sure of it’s footing, a natural and aggressive animal if you had ever known one. It scarcely seemed to tire and as you rode you had no fear of it tripping over an errant tree root or rock. You flexed your grip on your spear as you guided your horse with only your legs as you and Pastorn began to pull ahead from Tygon in a race to reach the quarry first. The dogs were getting louder as you drew nearer and you swore you could see them across a large clearing as they chased a small group of fleeing deer including an impressive stag with a set of antlers that looked to be of at least ten points.

--- Ser Mervyn’s Steed Athletics (Run) Test ---
Rolled 21 vs DC: 26
Result: Pastorn reaches the stag first

You press in your spurs once more and take off after the stag. The rhythm of four hooves galloping into soft earth was cathartic and in time with your heartbeat. Tygon was already fallen off into the rear and had adjusted his angle to chase after one of the doe’s that had split off from the group. Pastorn and yourself however were neck and neck together in pursuit of your quarry and although your horse was certainly faster than Triumph, Pastorn’s own steed was beginning to pull away and you could see just how impressive the rare bloodline of the Malroy’s truly was. Half a horse length, then one, then two. Pastorn was soon riding down the stag and leaned out from his saddle using his stirrup to support his weight as he thrust his spear deftly in between the ribs of the stag and the beast falls to the ground in a tumble. You yourself however have to content yourself with riding down a much younger stag with only three points.

You had pulled up nearly alongside it and it bounded gracefully as it tried to escape from your reach but you kept on it and when the moment finally came you thrust your own spear out and….

Can I get 9d6 for fighting please

Rolled 19, 49, 4, 33, 21 = 126 (5d69)

>>4115272

Rolled 4, 2, 3, 3, 3, 6, 5, 6, 6 = 38 (9d6)

>>4115272
ups

Rolled 3, 2, 1, 4, 2, 2, 6, 6, 2 = 28 (9d6)

>>4115272
Yeet

Rolled 1, 6, 2, 1, 3, 1, 1, 1, 2 = 18 (9d6)

>>4115272

I knew a hunt with Pastorn was a losing prospect

>>4115309
Winning and losing isnt really important, but rather the bonding experience of hanging out with the mates.

Like going to the pub.

>>4115330
Oh I agree. Just glad we didn't spend the 200gd for the official hunt. Pastorn would have a huge leg up for the prize

>>4115282
Lol, I was about to say that there is absolutely nothing left of that deer and you have now been given Storm's End for absolutely annihilating the Baratheon's sigil.

>>4115309
Pastorn actually has the same Survival stat as Mervyn, he's just a better rider on a more impressive horse. The odds of Mervyn outriding him are next to none. For instance if Mervyn and Pastorn were to joust Merv would get steamrolled.

>>4115330
I do feel that Mervyn hasn't done a whole lot of "winning" recently. A large part of that is being where we are at a grand tournament which is so far removed from Mervyn's strengths. Once we get out of here though we should be getting back into his wheel house of doing dirty deeds cheaply and smashing in skulls.

I just hope that this aspect of the quest isn't coming across as too boring because we're playing to the MC's weaknesses instead of their strengths right now and even from my side it feels a bit...underwhelming.

>>4115348
Im fine with it. It balance Mervyn out and we get to see that even though he is the monster of Ember Peake he is still just a big fish in a small pond.

>>4115351
Exactly, he should be misstepping with all the highborn. Hell his status as a knight is dubious at best

>>4115348
Nothing wrong with showing a small fish in a big pond the way it should be. It only puts things in perspective and draws attention towards what can be worked on.

>>4115351
>>4115364
Well I'm glad to hear that. If my schedule holds to reason then we should only be two, maybe three threads away from Mervyn being granted his lands and I have to say I'm really looking foward to seeing how you guys want to play him once he has lands to actually rule over.

>>4115355
Ha. Hahaha. Dubious is an understatement. There is a reason it has never come up. Even in some of Mervyn's dreams involving his father that aspect of his life is buried very, very deep.

--- Ser Mervyn’s Fighting (Spears) Test ---
Rolled 27vs DC:12
Four Degrees of Success
5 Damage x 4 = 20 Damage
20 – 9 = -11 Health

Your own spear thrust was nearly as masterful as Pastorns. You could feel the point of your spear slide through the skin and find its way through and in between the deer’s ribs, piercing the beasts lungs and heart before coming out through the other side of it’s ribcage. It fell midstride and you let go of the spear as the deer tumbles to the ground and you are out of the saddle almost immediately ripping forth your dirk from it’s sheathe and rushing to the dying animal and dragging your blade across it’s throat as you put it out of it’s misery.

You look up and can see Pastorn has done the same, and across the field you can see Tygon doing something off of his horse so you imagine that he had managed to bring down one of the does. The rest of the party soon joins you in the clearing and you all set to dressing the game. You regarded your own kill and were slightly unimpressed. Three tines on each antler compared to Pastorn’s more impressive five. His ten pointer was an impressive stag you’d seen when you’d walked over to congratulate him on his skills.

He had looked up sheepishly and acted humble in his acceptance of your praise, stating how his elder brother Donold was the hunter out of the three brothers and how his skill at the sport was far superior to his own. You were about to ask him about the third brother who he had yet to speak of when you can hear more voices enter the clearing. When you look up you can see a small crowd of people dressed in brown roughspun surround Tygon and Ser Lorcan and you give Pastorn a look and begin to make your way over to them, stopping by your own deer and picking up your spear.

When you arrived near enough the situation soon becomes clear that they were smallfolk from the surrounding areas and they were hungry. The tourney at Harrenhal had most assuredly exhausted the lands of most of their food having to feed so many noble born mouths. All of the men that surrounded the young heir to Ember Peak looked thin and hungry, and they clutched at their farming tools tightly. The outnumbered your own group by three to one and Ser Lorcan flashes you a dark look as Tygon was talking to their leader.

“Ya see m’lord, we can’t be huntin’ any ‘o’ Lord Whent’s deer but if you would just give the deer you took we might be able to eat tonight. You lordlings might not understand what it is to be hungry seeing as your taking the food right off our tables…”

Tygon bristled at that. He prided himself on being a fair man and he addressed the man in turn.

“I would suggest that if you have a concern that you take it up with Lord Whent. If you were my subject I would be more than happy to gift you such a boon but it is not within my power to do so. Who is to say that you might not drag my name through the mud if you came across another deer and claimed Tygon Reynold of Ember Peak gifted it to you.”

The leader of the small group glared at Tygon angrily and you could see him gripping his small hand scythe tightly as the two of them bickered. Hunger could drive a man to many things…

--- How does Ser Mervyn react? ---
>Charm, he came from the smallfolk after all and understand their troubles
>Intimidate, he could see where this was heading and would have no part in it
>Fighting, strike fast and strike hard before this got dangerous

>>4115457
who are we trying to charm/intimidate?

>>4115457
>Intimidate, he could see where this was heading and would have no part in it
Tygon just be protected. Time for the ruthlessness of Merv to show it's teeth.

>>4115457
>Intimidate, he could see where this was heading and would have no part in it

Put them smallfolk in their place

>>4115457
>Intimidate, he could see where this was heading and would have no part in it

>>4115457
>>Intimidate, he could see where this was heading and would have no part in it
Merv is at his best when he plays bad cop.

>>4115457
What if we offer our own deer? It was young but big enough to feed them, even if they say our name who even knows us

>>4115533
Anon. We cant allow commoners to threaten us like this. Not the kind of society we live in. They should consider themselves lucky that we are not beating them or killing them

>>4115535
I mean I get that but they are hungry and irrational, not even thinking straight about who they are addressing.

>>4115539
How about we intimidate the hell out of them for showing an attitude but we offer our deer after that

>>4115539
>>4115540

How about we say fuck'em and threaten to bash their head in if they dont fuck off ?

>>4115545
Remember that there's other nobles besides Tygon present.

>>4115558
Exactly. We cant afford to look weak that can be cowered by some upstart peasent.

>>4115457
>Intimidate, he could see where this was heading and would have no part in it
Some of the strongest enforcers of societal order are those who have transcended its traditional boundaries...

Like us. We have no time from serfs who should know bitter

>4115457
>>Intimidate, he could see where this was heading and would have no part in it

>>4115728
Oops

>>4115457
>Intimidate them for their attitude. We can give them a haunch once the properly respectful

Alright can I get 4d6 for intimidate please. DC: 12

Rolled 3, 3, 6, 1 = 13 (4d6)

>>4116141
Peasants easily intimidated by chad knights

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

>>4116141

Rolled 2, 3, 3, 5 = 13 (4d6)

>>4116141

Rolled 4, 2 = 6 (2d6)

>>4116143
>>4116145
Rerolling for Attractive

>>4116143
13

>>4116145
15

>>4116152
11

Writing

>>4116167
Dear Seven this man is scary! And he's hot too!

You step forward and place yourself slightly ahead of, but still beside, Tygon and let your spear hang low by your thigh as you give the leader of this small band of men a hard look but the man matches your gaze and you can see how gaunt he actually was now that you got closer. The man’s shirt hung loose around his body and his shoulders looked like sharp points, meanwhile the mans jawline and cheek bones were beginning to show through the skin on his face. They were definitely hungry, but that still didn’t mean they had any right to steal a deer from a nobleman.

“Like my lord said, ain’t no fault of ours how Lord Whent runs his lands.”

“You still takin’ food off our tables though. Ain’t had a decent meal in near two moons turns cuz ‘o’ this damned tourney. An’, we ain’t even invited to go. Lord Whent’s orders, need to start sowing a new harvest now that spring is ‘ere”

The man had squared up with you and the rest of them were shuffling uneasily. You looked about and could see Ser Lorcan was idly fingering the sword at his belt while Pastorn was leaning on his spear. Perhaps uncharacteristically his eyes were sharp and focussed, the threat of violence bringing out his concentration. Ser Owen held a bow and had taken an arrow from his quiver and was staring at the smallfolk with vicious intent.

You step forward until you are mere inches away from the mans face and you let him stare into the empty winter sky that was your gaze for a moment and you can see the man blink. You could see the pockmarks that covered his face as well as the stubble that was growing on his cheeks, and you could smell the mans foul breath as he shrunk away from the look you gave him but you leaned in further and spoke under your breath…

--- Ser Mervyn’s Persuasion (Intimidate) Roll ---
Rolled 15 vs DC:12
Result: One Degree of Success

“Choose your next move wisely peasant. If you really think you’re going to get away with stealing from your betters I’ll tell you now you are mistaken. And it won’t take Lord Whent sending his bailiffs around to search you out because I’ll have you lying on your back trying to push your guts back inside your body.”


It was a threat, and not an idle one at that and the mans grip on his scythe relaxes as he looks to the ground knowing he was both on the wrong side of the law and in danger of losing his head and he turns his back on you and begins to walk away and with a soft whistle the rest of the small folk dissipate with him leaving you all to exhale sharply and resume your work, but not before having a conversation about how to proceed forward.

Both Ser Owen and Ser Pastorn to report such activity to Lord Whent upon your return, although admittedly for different reasons. Ser Owen Osgrey was fuming that smallfolk might have the audacity to steal from those of noble birth whereas Pastorn was more anecdotal in his reasons.

“I do not wish to bring this to Lord Whent’s attention to see these men punished, although that is Lord Whent’s jurisdiction. I seek to bring it to his attention that his people are starving, and hungry people are easily persuaded to take up less noble causes by shrewd men. The Kingswood Brotherhood for instance had the smallfolk help them escape justice and shelter them, as well as many young men join their cause. I only seek to prevent a bandit uprising for our hosts.”

Tygon, even irritated as he was however, spoke for leaving the incident unreported. His pride was a prickly thing, and the fact that the man had attempted to intimidate him of all people in the group had most likely struck a chord with the young heir of Ember Peak. The sooner the incident was forgotten, the sooner his pride could heal. Ser Lorcan merely shrugged when ask of his opinion on the matter, saying that “if Tygon saw no cause for it, then why make waves?”

--- What does Mervyn want to do from the situation? ---
>Report the incident to Lord Whent
>Leave it be

>>4116231
>Leave it be

>>4116231
>Leave it be

Leave that to the highborns. If they wish to report it, let them if they do not we have no reason to either

>>4116231
>Leave it be

>>4116231
>Leave it be
I think Mervyn understands their point of view and doesn't want them punished for it.

Leave it be it is. Writing!

“I’m with Tygon. Let the matter lie and let the bastards be. Elsewise Lord Whent is going to wait until the tourney is done and send forth a bailiff who will have them either rotting in a cell or hanging from a rope. As far as I see that punishing a man for being hungry isn’t right, and technically they didn’t commit any crimes yet.”

Ser Pastorn gives you a cursory look before heading back to his stag to finish dressing the kill while Tygon nods his head towards you before seemingly forgetting such a thing had happened and Ser Lorcan assists him. It is Ser Owen Osgrey that takes umbrage with your opinion.

“Ser Mervyn, these men threatened their betters. Men of noble blood, and had the audacity to try and steal from their own liege lord. If you’re ambitious as you say Ser, you’ll need to get used to the fact that you’ll be responsible for doling out justice. Such things cannot be allowed to pass. I’ll be taking this is Lord Whent make no mistake.”

He had no kill to return to or dress and as such simply returned to his horse and began tending to it instead as he cursed under his breath while you simply return to your own deer to finish gutting it so as to not spoil the meat. You would eat well today you knew, and while the antlers were not particularly impressive they would still be a small trophy for you to remember the tournament by.

--- A few hours later ---

You had the carcasses tied to the back of two horses brought along for such an event and were riding throught the late afternoon sun…

--- But who were you riding next too? ---
>Ser Pastorn
>Tygon
>Ser Owen
>Ser Lorcan

Alright so this is going to be the chance to bond with one of these men more closely. Perhaps have some more private conversation and what not but there is only time for one of them so that’s up to you guys. Also, if you want to start brainstorming some ideas for conversations that would be appreciated on my end.

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>>4116458
>Ser Lorcan

Military stuff and the like.
Seems like something they can both appreciate. Not that this is a canon map, but I think Lydden should be fairly close by?

>>4116458
>Ser Lorcan

>>4116458
>Ser Pastorn

BFF

>>4116458
>Tygon
He should know his mother has the Crown's backing. That might change his tone on her ambitions.

>>4116458
>Tygon
We need to fully heal that divide between us

>>4116458
>>Tygon

>>4116458
>Ser Owen
I am itching for a fight

Alright well I have to run for the day but I'm going to leave the vote up overnight. If you guys have any questions regarding the situation/context, or anything else for that matter, I'll be able to pop in later tonight but I won't have time to continue the story until tomorrow.

Thanks for playing guys! See you all in 24 hours

>>4116458
>Tygon
I think we had enough malroy for a while and we also have a good feel on the other two.
Let's break the ice with Tygon

Talking to Tygon it is. I'll have a post up around 2pm MST. In the mean time, can I get 3d6 for persuasion (charm) please

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

>>4117969

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

>>4117969

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

>>4117969

>>4117970
>>4117994
Attractive reroll

Rolled 2, 4 = 6 (2d6)

Fucking moron, forgot the dice

--- Ser Mervyn’s Persuasion (Charm) Test ---
Rolled 14 vs DC: 12
Result: One Degree of Success
Siding with Tygon about the smallfolk brought this down from 15

You pulled up beside Tygon and he looked over to make eye contact with you. There had been a divide growing between the two of you ever since you had brought up the talk of what Elleanor had at least implied might happen to your son. It was something you had been meaning to fix for some time and now that Andrea was just over a month away from being due to give birth herself it was an opportunity to speak to your younger friend.

“So are you nervous Tyg?”

“Nervous? What about Ser?”

You chuckled and shook your head softly. “About becoming a father. How Andrea can’t be more than a month away from giving birth to your first.”

Tygon grimaces and idly flicks his fingers with a roll on his reins before he ran his fingers through his long blonde hair before continuing…

“I suppose you’ve an idea Ser, I cannot stand the waiting. I wish the child would just come forth so that my mind might be at ease. I don’t even care if it’s a boy or a girl at this point. Andrea is up at all hours of the night and my mother and father both speak to me often and loudly about the importance of having a strong heir.”

He yanks on a lock of hair in mild irritation and you feel a smile creep onto your face as you remember Alyssa being so pregnant before giving birth to Marqus.

“If you can imagine, the time will fly by once it’s born. I look at how big Marqus has gotten and cannot believe how fast it’s happened. They grow like wildfire once they’re born it seems.”

The conversation runs primarily to the talk of fatherhood and other similar subjects such as the idea of your children becoming fast friends, and Marqus growing up to be a bannerman of Tygon’s own hypothetical sons. It was the segway into the conversation you needed to have with the heir to Ember Peak regarding yourself becoming landed, as well as his mothers arrangements with the crown.

Where to take the conversation next?

>Regarding the favor he owed you of promised lands and a keep to call your own and something for Marqus to inherit

>Regarding his mothers recent talks with Lord Qarlton Chelsted and the threat it might pose to the family at large

>>4118292
>Regarding the favor he owed you of promised lands and a keep to call your own and something for Marqus to inherit

>>4118292
>Regarding his mothers recent talks with Lord Qarlton Chelsted and the threat it might pose to the family at large

But probably without calling her dangerous again. He obviously doesn't respond well to it. Maybe ask him what he thinks of it all and hope he comes to some sound conclusions?

>>4118292
>Regarding his mothers recent talks with Lord Qarlton Chelsted and the threat it might pose to the family at large
And make it less like she needs to be stopped and more that she has some serious backing

>>4118292
>>Regarding his mothers recent talks with Lord Qarlton Chelsted and the threat it might pose to the family at large

>>4118292
>Regarding his mothers recent talks with Lord Qarlton Chelsted and the threat it might pose to the family at large

>>4118289
>>Regarding the favor he owed you of promised lands and a keep to call your own and something for Marqus to inherit
lets avoid the mom question

>>4118292
>Regarding his mothers recent talks with Lord Qarlton Chelsted and what it might pose to the family at large

Remove the ‘threat’ component - just advise him of what we know. He’s the heir of the House, he needs to know these things.

Alright well 5 - 2 for Elleanor's plans seems decisive enough to call it. I'll put it to a vote for specifically how Mervyn wants to bring it up...

>Disagreement, the threat that it might pose to the family was too large

>Hesitation, What it might mean for the family was above you considering your upbringing and you wanted his opinion

>Support, The opportunity that it now presents for House Reynold was large, even if it was dangerous

For example, something to bring up might be Elleanor's offer to land Merv. I assume most, if not all of you, have read Revenge and Gold, and such an arrangement would likely end up with Mervyn being in a similar position to Mason Flowers, being granted a castle with no "lands" to rule over as it were. Tygon may be able to persuade Elleanor to give lands as well as a tower/hall/keep. Write ins are obviously appreciated here

>>4118572
>Hesitation, What it might mean for the family was above you considering your upbringing and you wanted his opinion
Make it clear to him that we know he's the heir of the family and we wants what is best for the family, now and in the future.

>>4118572
Support, The opportunity that it now presents for House Reynold was large, even if it was dangerous
Would still like to hear his opinion and he should know because he's the heir and should have some say in this. But we're supportive of it. Support with a bit of Hesitation mixed in

>>4118572
>Support, The opportunity that it now presents for House Reynold was large, even if it was dangerous
Maybe add that at first it was too much of a gamble but it's slowly becoming a possibility.

Also we need to talk to Titus have a chat since we made peace with him

>>4118572
>>Hesitation, What it might mean for the family was above you considering your upbringing and you wanted his opinion


"I just don't want to be in the sequel to The Rains of Castamere."

>>4118572
>Hesitation, What it might mean for the family was above you considering your upbringing and you wanted his opinion

But with a bit of support as well

By the looks of it, is a mixture of support and hesitation

>>4118946
I'd say you're right, with a leaning more towards hesitation. Alright well I'll get to writing here

“I think Marqus will grow up to be a loyal man in the service to the future Ember Peak, much as I strive to be.”

Tygon gives you an apprehensive and searching look from his hazel eyes and his hands tighten on the leather reins in his grip. His entire body stiffened much like a dogs might and if he’d had hair on the back of his neck you were certain that it would have been standing on edge.

“Tygon, relax. I obviously misspoke when I spoke of your mother, as well as my own benefactor.”

“Indeed you did Ser. We may have unravelled her plan to try and steal away the legacy of Castamere from Lord Tywin and prevented Joanna’s marriage to Ser Sebaston but she had no way of knowing such. My mother is a shrewd woman I will admit, and her marriage to my father is plainly loveless as all can see, but she is not one to threaten a child Ser. Especially one of her own flesh and blood no less.”

Your mind runs to a village by a river, of fire in the night and of a girl no older than eight being killed on the orders of the Lady of Ember Peak but now was not the time to bring up such things to Tygon. The image of his house was something he was fiercely proud of and was one of the fastest ways to bring his anger to the surface.

“And I apologize Tyg, to you and your mother. Politics like that aren’t my strong suit and I was paranoid.” The lie comes off your tongue easily enough but it still tasted foul. “But I feel it is my responsibility to bring what I know to your attention. You are the future of our house Tygon, not your mother and not your father. You. So it is you who needs to know that your mother has not given up her dreams of Castamere Tygon. She’s been meeting with Lord Qarlton Chelsted and has been granted the Crown’s leave, as well as funds, to rebuild the castle…”

A look of deep thought washes over Tygon’s face and silence falls between the two of you. It lasts an uncomfortable amount of time before his face hardens and you can see the future lord he was destined to become come out.

“Ser Mervyn, do you know what this means?”

A shrug was all you had by way of answer for him.

“It means that our plan on Fair Isle worked. If she has gone about and gotten the backing of King Aerys than this is a proper and legal claim. She is not simply trying to strong arm Lord Tywin into granting House Reynold by merit of a child with blood ties to House Reyne on both sides of it’s family. I have no doubt that Lord Tywin will be wroth, but with House Targaryen supporting the claim it is perfectly legal. And what’s more, perhaps I can convince her to allow Joanna to marry Ser Leroy Lannister instead of Lord Sebastian Farman.”

“Lord Chelsted and Lady Elleanor are under the impression that we may find Castamere and it’s lands riddled with “bandits”. The kind that are heavily armed and seemingly well supplied.”

That gives Tygon another pause although it was much shorter than the first as he bites his lip and scratches his chin.

“I would not be surprised myself Mervyn. If it is, I suppose we will have cause to go to war again. I expect that mines as rich as those of Castamere will prove themselves worth the bloodshed.”

“So you support her course of action?”

“I was opposed to my mother’s actions Mervyn, not her cause. Castamere is a prize greater than any from House Reynold have ever dreamed of, and it means that there will be a seat for a second son should I be so blessed. Two branches of House Reynold, a third including your own. I have not forgotten what you did for me, for Joanna. I shall inform my father of my desire to see you landed. I am sure that there is land we might purchase from another house, elsewise there is land enough in the Auric Hills to gift a domain. Or perhaps if my mother is willing, she might use part of the funds she has acquired to do so. Rest assured Mervyn I will see that it happens. I am a man of my word.”

--- Any further topics/questions for Tygon Reynold, Heir to Ember Peak? ---

>>4119137
I've got nothing. It looks like we are getting Tygon and his mother on the same page. This is good.

Alright well not a lot of questions for Tygon it seems. Alright well I'm unable to run today but I'll be free to run tomorrow to continue this. Additionally, over the next two weeks I'm going to have a lot of free time so I should be able to commit a few solid days to running and getting some decent progress made on the quest.

>>4119205
I wouldn't say Tygon and Elleanor are on the same page, but Tygon definitely understands that if House Reynold gained Castamere that it could bring them up a rank in prestige. In game terms, I'm talking bringing them up to Status 6 alongside the houses of Banefort, Crakehall and Lydden. However, they disagree about alot of things, the primary among them being Joanna.

>>4119713
Uncle Joe, When will Father return ?

>>4119734
One day anon, one day soon. I hope...

>>4119844
I want to ask him about Tyrus on this plan , maybe make joke about that he is going to be a father too and nag him that he better show up when the baby its born

>>4120585
Bringing up Tyrus' bastard is probably a bad idea with Tygon. He's very protective of the family name and honor

>>4119713
>In game terms, I'm talking bringing them up to Status 6 alongside the houses of Banefort, Crakehall and Lydden

Idk, I just don't see it. Like, what makes Reynold so special to rate that boost? I can barely understand them being status 5. Malroy is status 5 and eclipses them in every way. Their army got btfo by the Serretts and they've only been moving up by asking for gibs from their betters. It's not even that old of a house.

>>4120585
>>4121970
Tygon and Tyrus are very close as brothers. The're actually about as ideal a pairing as you could ask for as Tyrus has very little ambition towards ruling anything and him being martial makes up for the fact that Tygon is not. Tygon had three sisters born before his first brother and the two are close. However, the bastard thing is something that they will definitely fight over as they age depending on Tyrus' actions.

>>4122082
Becoming the "Lord of Castamere", at least in my eyes, would warrant Status 6, as the Reynes were most certainly amongst House Lannister's most powerful bannermen and Castamere would be very prestigious once it's rebuilt.

Additionally, as to why the house was given Status 5 off the get go was the influence roll of 44, which puts them on a similar level to House Florent or Frey, and Lord Walder Frey is Status 5 in the Campaign Guide book.

In fluff terms, House Reynold started off as a knightly house when the steward of Castamere Edric Reyne was given lands, until they were catapulted into Lordship because of Leland Reynolds friendship and relationship with Lord Damon Lannister and subsequent marriage to his sister.

Greatness skipped a generation until Lord Marqus was born, and I try to make it clear that he was a truly great lord. His lands were well run, his military was strong and his influence was great enough that Lord Tywin spared his daughter during the Reyne/Tarbeck rebellion. The house and her holdings suffered under misrule for nearly 15 years as Titus proved an ineffectual lord and it wasn't until Elleanor became older that she began to truly exert her will and begin to try and fix her husbands blunders.

So while House Malroy certainly eclipses House Reynold both militarily and economically, it hasn't always. House Reynold also has the old blood of House Reyne in their veins, and while they certainly haven't been successful militarily, Elleanor has been doing her own politics to keep her house relevant, something Mervyn doesn't see because it's above his scope of knowledge and his own wheel house is the army.

Anyways, I'll throw that to a vote.

--- Bring up Tyrus and his bastard to Tygon? ---
>yay
>nay

--- If yay, whose side was Mervyn on? ---
>Tyrus
>Alyssa/Elleanor

>>4122196
>nay
We don't have much to gain here and our relationship with Tygon is already strained. Best not take the risk

>>4122196
>nay
Not the right time

>>4122196
Nay

>>4122196
>nay

Alright well in that case I'll wrap up the scene and get writing the next bit with Titus.

As you walked into your pavilion you would have to consider the day a success. A servant was heading to retrieve the deer and you would soon be dining on the fresh heart of the stag with your wife and friends. The meat was as fresh as one could ask for and after you had finished the meal you were holding Marqus as he babbled happily. You ran a finger through a bit of blood and gravy that remained on your plate to which he promptly grasps your finger and pops it into his ever hungry mouth as he sucks off the juices and earns you a prompt scolding from Alyssa as he had not yet to begun solid food.

“Alyssa, gravy and a bit of stags blood isn’t going to hurt the boy. Look, see? He already wants more. The blood of a stag will help him grow up to be strong.”

You ran your finger back down your plate and gave it to him and he happily gurgled as he grapsed your hand in both of his own. His red hair had begun to thicken slightly and you placed your other hands on top of his head and scratched at it softly. Alyssa crossed her arms at you crossly and with nothing but a look Cerenna was soon by your side and reaching in to take Marqus in her arms.

“My apologies Ser.”

You let out a gentle laugh as you leaned back in your chair and tapped Marqus on the nose as Cerenna picked him up.

“Whatever your lady, and my lady wife, commands Cerenna.”

The girl goes slightly pink in the face, as she always did when a man spoke to her, and curtsied politely before placing Marqus in Alyssa’s arms and retreated back to her own seat beside Tyrus, and together the five of you enjoy a simple evening of fine food and company and you look from Alyssa to Cerenna to Tyrus and it is hard to keep yourself from smiling. It was almost as if you had your own miniature household within the household of Ember Peak, and that was a thought you savoured more than any wine you’d ever drunk. One day you would have land and a keep of your own, attended by your own household and in charge of your own army. Tygon had not forgotten his promise to you, and Elleanor had promised you such as well. In your heart of hearts you knew that one day it would come to pass as you brought the wine glass to your lips and it tasted like…power.

--- 25/12/281 ---

It was just past midday when Ser Lionel Ruttiger had caught you walking with Alyssa towards the grandstands to take in an afternoon of watching the joust. Entire days had been passed with the competition as men from all walks of life had been charging towards one another between the other events such as horse racing and competitions of archery.

Ser Lionel Ruttiger had become Lord Titus’ most devoted toadie after the passing of Ser Terrence Lantell in the Auric Hills against Ser Samwell Serrett. He was an average fighter on the best of days, and the skill that he depended on most was his ability to flatter Lord Titus. He was of an average build and he was somewhat comely although the pock marks that speckled his cheeks marred his face. He smiled politely towards the two of you before bowing slightly and as he stood he swept his long brown hair out of his face and off to the side.

“Ser Mervyn, Lady Alyssa, Seven blessings upon you.”

“And you Ser Lionel”. Alyssa answered the man for you whilst you stared at the man already suspecting his motives. You had walked Elleanor to another meeting with Lord Qarlton and if there was a time that Titus would seek to scheme and plot with you it would have to be at a time when his wife was preoccupied.

“Ser Mervyn, Lord Titus has sent me to ask after you. Our lord asks that you take lunch with him this afternoon at your earliest convenience. I should be happy to escort your lady wife to the stands Ser if you worry for her safety.

“Worry not husband, Cerenna and I can find our way to the stands safely from here. I trust that you will find us once you are done lunching with my father?”

You nodded and she leaned over to give you a chaste kiss on the cheek leaving you walking in the opposite direction alongside Ser Lionel. You entered the main Reynold pavilion and soon found yourself seated at a large table across from Lord Titus who had already begun the luncheon without you. He was tucking into what looked like some sort of salad of mixed greens complete with mushrooms, local berries and some sort of meat and you are promptly brought forth a plate of your own and the two of you eat in silence until the first course was finished.

“Ser Mervyn, Ser Mervyn, what a pleasure it is to dine with you. My belated congratulations on your showing in the melee, there is so little time even for family at an event such as this. I dearly hope you can forgive me.”

You nodded your head silently towards him and he continued onwards nonplussed.

“So many people, all doing so many things. It can be hard to keep track of who is seeing whom. I find my wife to be particularly busy at the moment and I have to say Ser I have heard a few different stories regarding her whereabouts as well as her intentions. Might have you heard such things Ser? I expect as her sworn sword you must have some sort of idea what she might be doing…”

--- Talking with Lord Titus Reynold? ---
>Tell him about Elleanor being granted the rights to Castamere
>Tell him about Elleanor’s meeting with the Hand of the King
>Tell him little and less, only vague details
>Tell him nothing at all

>>4123174
>Tell him about Elleanor being granted the rights to Castamere
>Tell him about Elleanor’s meeting with the Hand of the King

>>4123171
>“Alyssa, gravy and a bit of stags blood isn’t going to hurt the boy. Look, see? He already wants more. The blood of a stag will help him grow up to be strong.”
Meanwhile Merv supplying his infant son with parasites in deer blood.

>>4123174
I suspect the options are placed in the order of detail, so the first one includes all of the previous?
>Tell him about Elleanor’s meeting with the Hand of the King
Frankly the extent of Elleanor's confidence and the smoothness with which she orchestrated it makes me conflicted about our earlier plans. It is surely swaying me towards stalling Titus and just letting the situation play it out according with our lady's intention.
Telling him everything is the same as putting it into Tywin's ear, which would aid the latter in undermining Elleanor's plan, so nah. I think the meeting was no big secret and we don't come off as withholding.

>>4123174
>>Tell him about Elleanor being granted the rights to Castamere
>>Tell him about Elleanor’s meeting with the Hand of the King

>>4123191
>Meanwhile Merv supplying his infant son with parasites in deer blood.

Dont be silly! It will make him strong like his father!

>>4123191
>rankly the extent of Elleanor's confidence and the smoothness with which she orchestrated it makes me conflicted about our earlier plans. It is surely swaying me towards stalling Titus and just letting the situation play it out according with our lady's intention.
Agreed. I don't want to fuck that up when it seems like we might have a chance to pull it off.

>>4123174
>>Tell him about Elleanor being granted the rights to Castamere
>>Tell him about Elleanor’s meeting with the Hand of the King
Be honest first then we can butter him up that maybe he should have a talk with Elleanor or just support her claims

>>4123191
His only complaint was about his daughter being married off to a weak house, but looks like she could marry into the lannister house just like he wanted. That should be enough for him to hold his tongue and hear us out

>>4123451
>His only complaint was about his daughter being married off to a weak house
That is extremely far from the truth. Titus and Elleanor are in diametrically opposite political camps. It is easier to list what they can agree upon and that would likely be the good of the house but even then their opinions on how to achieve that are completely different.
Titus is a Lantell (kin to Lannisters) and Elleanor lost her love to Tywin. They are never going to reconcile, thinking different is plain delusional.

So don't go spilling the beans to him right now or Tywin will learn of her machinations prematurely and act thus messing with our own agenda.

>>4123458
We made peace with Titus, you seriously think he will belive us if we are vague? I mean it has to be a pretty good lie and a lot of deception, if we are honest, perhaps we can provide with good advice we are the man at arms that means something. He is in love with the lannister the marriage could clear his mind to new possibilities

>>4123174
>Tell him about Elleanor’s meeting with the Hand of the King
Give him a nugget but that's it

>>4123191
>Meanwhile Merv supplying his infant son with parasites in deer blood
Well I mean the heart was cooked. Gotta boost the boys immune system to get him STRONK!

I suspect the options are placed in the order of detail, so the first one includes all of the previous?
You would be correct. Telling him about the

meeting with the hand will be a vague description that you knew they met, while the first option is telling him everything

--- Tell Titus everything ---
>>4123179
>>4123193
>>4123448

--- Tell Titus about just the meeting ---
>>4123191
>>4123275 (?)
>>4123475

Currently tied 3 - 3, and because this is a big vote I'm going to let this stew a little longer. If anything is unclear or you have questions about it, feel free to ask

>>4123580

Please tell me where my thinking is correct or flawed so I have a better idea of the gravity of this choice.

It seems like telling Titus everything will give Tywin a leg up on making this as difficult as possible for Elleanor. Do we want this, does Merv want this?

It seems like we have somewhat mended relations with camp Tygon. To me, this synergizes well with reaffirming our loyalty to Elleanor.

What is there to gain by aiding Titus' spying efforts against those who have definitively promised us land?

Why did we start scheming with Titus in the first place, was it because of the baby Marqus thing?

I havent voted yet and this is a phone post. I'd like to tell Titus as little as possible just to placate him, unless my understanding is seriously flawed.

>>4123174
>Tell him about Elleanor’s meeting with the Hand of the King

>>4123590
>It seems like telling Titus everything will give Tywin a leg up on making this as difficult as possible for Elleanor. Do we want this, does Merv want this?
Well right now it's rather hush hush. Tywin has his own ways of knowing things but as of right now he doesn't know how far Elleanor has actually gone. So telling Titus will absolutely make things difficult for Elleanor. As for if Mervyn would want this, that's tough. It's a war between his Goal:Power vs his Motivation:Legacy in that even he knows Tywin is absurdly dangerous, but Elleanor has oercome every obstacle and now has the backing of the crown.

>It seems like we have somewhat mended relations with camp Tygon. To me, this synergizes well with reaffirming our loyalty to Elleanor.
It's taken a step in the right direction. He's a prickly young man but he's really caught between his parents and their loyalties. He sees each of them for what they are and it's a struggle for him, as they both play to his Vice:Pride. Elleanor plays into it by offering him power and prestige, while Titus plays into it by threatening shame by going against his liege.

>What is there to gain by aiding Titus' spying efforts against those who have definitively promised us land?
Lord Titus is still a lord, and he has a powerful ally in Tywin Lannister, a man known to reward those who are loyal to him.

>Why did we start scheming with Titus in the first place, was it because of the baby Marqus thing?
I believe that was what pushed most anons over the edge, although ever since the creation thread of this quest there was a leaning towards being "loyal to ourselves" which morphed into loyalty to Alyssa and House Reynold as a whole as opposed to a singular leader in either E or T.

>>4123590
You are for the most part correct.
Except we started to plot against Elleanor before she threatened our son. Her plan sounded crazy initially and we were deeply concerned with Tywin's wrath.

>>4123622
This loyalty to ourselves thing triggers me to this day. It is such a cheap cop out that really doesn't mean anything. Who isn't loyal to themselves?
I am glad it shifted to our family and a lasting, prospective legacy.

>>4123633
>This loyalty to ourselves thing triggers me to this day. It is such a cheap cop out that really doesn't mean anything. Who isn't loyal to themselves?
agreed

>>4123191
>"Merv, that stag blood you fed Marqus makes him act most strange."
>"FATHER, I REQUIRE MORE FLESH!"
>"Nah, that's normal, I went through the same phase."

>>4123622

>>4123590
me


In that case,

>Tell him about Elleanor’s meeting with the Hand of the King


Thank you for the thoughtfulness of your response.

>>4123174
>Tell him about Elleanor’s meeting with the Hand of the King

But what is a liege compared to a daughter happiness, I don't think Titus is going to rush to tell Tywin after we make our case, his daughter won't have to marry a fat old man, we are backed by a higher power so it's legal and his daughter could marry into the Lannister.
Let's give him our martial opinion too.

>>4123174
>Tell him about Elleanor’s meeting with the Hand of the King

>>4123580
>Tell him about Elleanor being granted the rights to Castamere
>Tell him about Elleanor’s meeting with the Hand of the King

>>4124185
I don't think that's a priority for him. Even if it was, there's a strong case that the boot coming down hard enough on Elleanor may make it easier for him to marry her to the Lannister lad.

>>4123580
>>4123275 (You)
Confirming that this is a vote to tell him just about the meeting.
Enough to placate him but not enough to really upset El's plans.

>>4124642
Yes it was

>>4125323
>Yes it was
Wut?

>>4123275 Was me
>>4124642 Was me confirming that Boggs should count my earlier comment as a vote to tell Titus about the meeting. It was not a question for you to answer.

>>4125410
was confused by the (you).
>>4124069
this one was mine and i agree with placating him

Alright can I get 3d6 for Deception please? DC:12

Rolled 3, 1, 6 = 10 (3d6)

>>4130951

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

>>4130951

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

>>4130951

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

>>4130951
Does the handsome perk work with deception too? If so, here's a reroll of the 1's.

>>4131034
>3
You're rather comely too, anon.

>>4131034
It specifies persuasion in the book but I'm not the QM.

>>4131034
Unfortunately not, only Persuasion. Apparently Titus can see the forest for the trees.

So why did people want to pull a fast one on Titus after we agreed to help him against his wife's mad plans ?

>>4131070
You can definitely pick up after from the discussion above.

“Not as much as you might think m’lord. Elleanor doesn’t so often include me in her plans. I can tell you that I was there when she met with Lord Qarlton Chelsted but I wasn’t privy to most of their plans. Elleanor only introduced me as her sworn sword and Lord Chelsted congratulated me on my success in the melee.”

Lord Titus reclines in his chair and you can see he doublet strain to contain his girth as he brings a cup of wine to his lips and takes a deep sip from the cup before placing the cup carefully back onto the table as he interlocks the fingers of his hands and stares at you.

“A meeting with Lord Chelsted? The Master of Coin?”

“The Hand of the King m’lord. I believe he was promoted recently.”

“And what do you make of the situation Ser Mervyn? A wife meeting with the Hand of the King without her husband, or even his knowledge? It seems rather cloak and dagger to me, as if there was a more devious purpose behind this meeting…”

He lets a small silence fall onto the room as he regards you with his hazel eyes and you could see intelligence and cunning in them. He was a man who cared little for ruling and had instead let his wife take up the mantle of the ruler of Ember Peak while he feasted, drank and hunted. Sloth was his vice but his wifes ambitions seemed to have reminded him of his duty. Alyssa had explained to you that House Lantell were distant cousins to House Lannister, and you had learned from Elleanor that Titus was first and foremost loyal to the Warden of the West, Lord Tywin Lannister. If he became privy to Elleanor’s plan so would Lord Tywin and that did not bode well for your own prospects.

“Ser Mervyn, come now. Let us speak as men. I know you understand the danger Elleanor threatens to put us in. Lord Tywin does not tolerate failure Ser Mervyn, and all of our lives may be in danger if Elleanor seeks to raise her banners and rebel against Lord Tywin. I am not such a fool as to not see the allies she has chosen and Lord Tywin know as well. The death of Ser Sebaston on Fair Isle was a stroke of luck and I’ll remind that Lord Tywin spared not a single member of the Reynes or Tarbecks. My own life might hang in the balance, as well as yours, Alyssa’s and Marqus as well.”

--- Ser Mervyn’s Deception Test ---
Rolled 11 vs DC: 12, 18
Result: Failed, Failed

His words might have been enough to persuade you before you had met with Lord Qarlton yourself, and in fact they had. You had played both sides to the best of your ability but you knew now that Elleanor had the backing of the Crown, and even Lord Tywin was in service to the King. As such, you had become more firmly entrenched in Lady Elleanor’s camp. You were her sworn sword after all.

“My Lord, I would die for Alyssa and Marqus, but I’m afraid I cannot help you. If I knew what they spoke of before I was summoned I would tell you but I was not part of that conversation.”

You did your best to keep your face even, to prevent yourself from tapping any fingers and giving away the lie that you knew more than you were letting on but the quiet that filled the room was almost deafening and it was a difficult thing to keep perfect composure. Alyssa likely could have been able to and Elleanor for a certainty but such things were beyond your expertise.

“I understand Ser Mervyn. If you weren’t there you weren’t there. But I have to say that any details you can give me might help ensure that we can survive any fallout should Elleanors selfish plotting come to fruition.”

The words were polite but his tone was deathly serious. He gestures towards for you to continue with his large hand and he leans in to scratch at his thick walrus mustache as he waits. The look in his eyes told you that he did not believe you. There was irritation there that bordered on anger and you could see the mans brow begin to furrow and the hand that rested on the table was clenched into a large fist.

--- What to say to Lord Titus? ---
>Tell him how you talked about military matters (Persuasion – Convince)
>Maintain your story (Deception)
>Cave and tell him the truth

>>4131204
Well, we shouldn’t go deception again...what’s our dice pool on convince?

>>4131204
>Tell him how you talked about military matters (Persuasion – Convince)

>>4131220
Both Persuasion (Convince) and Deception are 3D even.

>>4131204
>Tell him how you talked about military matters (Persuasion – Convince)

>>4131204
>Cave and tell him the truth

But now the rains weep o’er his hall,
with no one there to hear.

>>4131204
Can we repeat what we initially told lord Vamos?

>I met with Lord Qarlton Chelsted, and he and Lady Elleanor have begun to organize a grant of land in the Westerlands. Both Lady Elleanor and the Hand are of the mind that said land will likely be occupied by bandits and other such men of ill repute.”
Avoid telling the whole truth and stall by way of omission. It will get out eventually but will do less harm later.

We only know that we will be needed to clean up the domain of bandits. And tell him how we were questioned by the Hand whether we can be entrusted with that duty.
Would that be >Tell him how you talked about military matters (Persuasion – Convince)?

>>4131204
>Tell him how you talked about military matters (Persuasion – Convince)
We'll likely fail, but I don't want Elleanor to find out we fucked her over

>>4131270
That's essentially what we'll be telling him, although the land grant is something that belongs more under telling him the whole truth

And seeing as it's three o clock I'll call it here.

I'll need 3d6 for persuasion please there guys