Hello everyone!This is a quest based in the ASOIAF universe which follows a dropout of the Maester’s Citadel of Oldtown who is now trying to forge his own path. Tristan has some significant talents in alchemy and healing, but his social skills could use some polishing. He currently has a business partner of sorts, at least that’s what Yvetta is calling herself, who has a little more social sense than he does. We’ll be starting off in Oldtown during the chilly year of 280 After Conquest. The usual character options will be broken into three categories to keep things consistently IC. These categories are subject to change if a pattern of player decisions and subsequent quest events warrant a change (which, if this ever happens, would trigger a vote for a replacement category). We will start off with the following:1. Alchemist: this represents Tristan’s favored profession and personal identity. These choices tend to be more logical or knowledge focused. These options can show some dismissiveness of the concerns of mere laymen. 2. Healer: this is what one may call Tristan’s “virtue.” When it’s not a direct Healing Arts situation, it’s generally the more conciliatory, selfless option meant to either help someone or make someone happy. 3. Rogue: this represents Tristan’s “vice” of going against the grain. These options typically involve some degree of cunning and may be a bit selfish. 4. I provide options to give a framework, not to lock anyone onto the tracks. The ubiquitous “Something Else” will still be present. For those unfamiliar with the dice system, we will be rolling dice based on the ability ranks found in the character sheets below. Each rank corresponds to 1 die, so a rank of 4 would be a dice roll of 4d6. Characters may have some specialties in certain aspects of an ability. These specialties are represented by bonus dice. For example, Tristan is not very Athletic (rank 2), but he is proficient at swimming with +1b. Therefore, he rolls 3d6 instead of 2d6 and then keeps the highest 2 dice rolled. “Degrees of Success” are used, meaning that a roll that exceeds the DC by 5 is a Great Success rather than a Regular Success. Conversely, failing a test by 5 or more is a Severe Failure. *Note: this will be a “best of 1” rather than a “best of 3” quest*One further change from previous quests: Experience gain/ranking up abilities here will be handled narratively. This is to prevent “rollplaying” to min-max a character’s attributes in a way that may sap the enjoyment and challenge from the quest. The overall tone of this quest is going to be a bit lighter than what has been typical for this setting, but I believe the dice rolls should still matter. Character sheets can be found here: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1_tlOgFokvN4m4v9CfetEulrym40veyje?usp=sharingI try to update my twitter on run times or significant changes here: https://twitter.com/CormaicBLet’s get started.
You are Tristan… something. Flowers? That’s what your fellow bastards around these parts of the Reach, Old Town specifically, tend to go by. But they’re not exactly your fellows, are they? At least, you don’t recall ever meeting another bastard accomplished enough to be able to proclaim themselves a true alchemist. Sure, you may have washed out of the Citadel after your seventh link, but seven is an auspicious number, is it not? Bluewaters. Tristan Bluewaters. That’s a name you’ve used before. It’s a Nothing Name, according to your old friend Roland, just humble enough to not arouse suspicions and just… nameish enough to imply you’re worth a second name. The bastards who’ve taken root up and down the Narrow Sea are known to go by Waters, and it’s not as if you’d ever call yourself Blueflowers. You can name precisely two blue flowers. One is reputedly wonderful for wooing ladies, even you aren’t that satirical, and the other is remarkable only in its effectiveness in loosening one’s bowels.Why blue? Well, your father is Ser Terrence Cuy. House Cuy of Sunhouse traces their lineage back to the Coming of the Andals. A storied history indeed. Their heraldry boasts six sunflowers upon a field of azure. See, there’s the blue. It’s all very impressive if one does not consider that your noble father isn’t exactly in line to inherit much of anything. He was born a second son, a failing he compounded by producing you… and later your brother, another Terrence. Subtle, mother. To be fair to the both of them, you’re quite sure the damage was already done before Terrence the Younger entered the world. From what you’ve gathered, acknowledging your birth ended your father’s tepid betrothal to some third daughter or another. He was never again favored with leave to wed after that incident.
>>4616853That isn’t to say the good Ser Terrence is without his incomes. He is a knight captain of the City Watch and the castellan of House Cuy’s villa here in Old Town. It provided him with stipend enough to purchase the roof over your head for your mother’s sake. The Hog’s Stout. Stupid name, really. It should be The Stout Hog, or it should at least stock some proper stout. Words you’ve heard from a drunken sailor or seven over the years as well, true comrades. You do prefer wine like any other good Reachman, but it is the principle of the matter. It was in raising your support of one of these drunken pursuers of justice, a man with the apparently self-inflicted moniker of “Beans,” that you met and fell in with his captain. Roland, occasionally known as Roland the Red, is a self-described washed-up bard-turned-smuggler. A fortuitous meeting that coincided with your split from the Citadel. While you were appreciative of the arts you learned, you had other plans for your life that went beyond serving as a full maester to a noble house. Roland’s promises of riches and more were enticing to say the least. Enticing, but not as fulfilling as you’d hoped.>Let’s see how much coin we have on hand. Can I get 1 roll of 2d6 for the amount (in gold dragons) that we have? Half is owned by your “partner,” but we are using her non-gimped Status for the roll anyway.
Rolled 3, 4 = 7 (2d6)>>4616854
Rolled 5, 1 = 6 (2d6)>>4616854Welcome back boggs
>>4616873>7: 3 gold dragons, 105 silver stags each. Between you and your… partner… you have around seven gold dragons. A fine number… well, until the arguing over how to divide the coins started. You were taken aback by the myriad of reasons your “partner” Yvetta managed to conjure for why she should get four coins and you only three. You rallied well enough. You were the one with the foresight to bring a coin purse to the market, so it was only fair that you should get the coin… but your mother stepped in and swapped it out for silver stags. Lizbeth doesn’t abide lengthy arguments in her tavern. At least not during the day. Overall, it’s not a paltry sum in the eyes of most. And yet it’s not nearly enough to buy you what you need. After all, most of your reagents and tools were stowed away aboard Roland’s ship, a fine schooner which one might dare to suggest was purpose-built for smuggling. The Port Authority certainly did. It was impounded the morning after it last pulled into Old Town Harbor. The crew, Roland included, seem to have found themselves in a bit of a spot. The spot, in this case, happens to be the City Watch’s dungeons. By your reckoning, that will mean they will soon be off to the gallows or the Night’s Watch if they haven’t been dealt with by now.That left you, Tristan Bluewaters, in a bit of a spot of your own. But therein lies a bigger problem; Tristan Bluewaters is currently the name of a wanted man. Tristan Bluewaters is wanted for high treason and smuggling along with whatever else those simpletons of the City Watch managed to scrawl onto the warrant. It’s enough to make one reconsider one’s choice of name.
>>4616889Vexing. First off, you take umbrage with the charges. You can’t recall ever committing treason, let alone high treason… assuming there is a difference there. Law and Justice was a subject you deftly avoided in your pursuit of greater knowledge. The smuggling… well, you’d call that an exaggeration or an issue of perspective, but you can’t quite shake the feeling that the powers-that-be couldn’t give a fig over your defense. It’s true that you may be friends with some that have been found guilty of smuggling, but you can’t take credit for ever smuggling anything yourself… probably. Secondly, you take issue with the sheer suddenness of it all. One moment, you were browsing the market for fresh balm wort, as futile as that is in this dreary weather. The next moment, you were being pulled off to an alleyway with a hand clamped quite unnecessarily over your mouth by a shifty Dornishwoman. But you knew this particular minx… Yvetta. Roland’s daughter. It was hardly the first time she’d greeted you in such a way, but the panic in her eyes was new. Roland’s caught. They’re looking for you. Someone talked.But that was two moons ago, and you’ve had quite a bit of time to mull over the identity of the informant. Two moons alternating between pacing the cold, damp cellar floor and warming up in the cot you’ve so strategically placed in the corner beneath where the common room’s hearth should be.>Can I get a roll of 5d6 for Cunning?
Rolled 1, 2, 3, 6, 1 = 13 (5d6)>>4616892Can I get a pleeeease?
>>4616898Please!That'll be 1 degree of success on a DC 12. Writing!
You know the why of it easily enough. Smuggling. Not just smuggling but smuggling Arbor Gold on behalf of another noble employer. House Clawwater. A jealous house that drastically overreached in a scheme to reap the profits of their neighbors’ and liege’s harvests. Their plan was foolhardy at best, closer to madness. Even Roland saw that. Still, the profit was enough to make a man set aside any thoughts of danger. It helped that your captain was adept at weaving a tapestry with words in such a way as to get the crew spending the coin before they could bite it. He reasoned a single ship wouldn’t be missed if and when the ring collapsed. As one might predict, the smuggling ring did indeed collapse. It just so happens that the getaway seems to have been botched…Someone talked.Just so, Yvetta. Someone always talks. That’s the mantra, is it not? But who? By the snatches of gossip Yvetta has gathered so far during your cellar vacation at the Maternal Tavern, the Clawwaters are no more. The lord and lady are both dead. The sons took the Black. Pity. The oldest was a bit of a prat, but you were on good terms with Brandon. The daughters… you’re not quite sure. The younger one who always glared at you must be some poor bastard’s ward, Seven bless him. Brandon’s twin, Lady Myrianna is of an age to be wed. You’re not sure who would do the deed what with her having traitor’s blood now. You would. You could use an assistant to cook for you and she was always quite pleasant… but you’d put your meager coin on her getting handed off as favor to a sworn sword. The Clawwaters could’ve talked. It might’ve saved them some pain if they were put to the question… if that’s even done to their types. Brandon knew you well enough and fit the bill of a “talker” … at least Roland thought so. It’s still an odd fit, isn’t it? You just don’t see how you’d warrant being singled out by them or their gaolers. You’d have thought you would be insignificant in their eyes. There’s also Bhaarissio, Tyroshi merchant extraordinaire… or something like that. He could’ve given up Roland easily enough… and why wouldn’t he if he were caught and was looking for some reprieve? Yet again, you’re left with the same odd fit. Why single you out? Because you insulted his perfume and his taste in wine? You did. Repugnant on both accounts. But you hardly see how that would lead to an official warrant specifically bearing your moniker. Perhaps he’s just that petty?
>>4616914Who else? The crew? You think they like you well enough, or at least tolerate you. Is that enough for them to risk their necks for you? Probably not. Maybe one or two would, but one of the six of them would talk. But it couldn’t be them. For one, at least some of them knew of your mother’s tavern and yet you’ve had no trouble here. Past that, Yvetta is with you. Physically. As in, she’s in the building. That’s all. You’re fairly sure not one of them would risk her getting caught. She’s Roland’s daughter. So, it was either the middleman or the patrons... probably. Either way, why you? That’s the question you keep coming back to, the question that just doesn’t have an answer. You have directions, but you’re missing answers.You’re interrupted from your musing by the incessantly creaking floorboards and the clattering of the tavern above. You can faintly hear your mother shouting about something or another. Opening already? You would’ve thought there was a couple hours left. Then again, you have been known to lose track of time. You stir from the relative warmth of your favored corner of the cellar, pick at this damnably itchy woolen overshirt, and pad over to the wooden stairs just beneath the cupboard of a kitchen’s trap door. You catch a swish of skirts heading to the bar as you push the door up and open. You fail to stifle a sneeze as you enter the surface world… this floor could use a good sweeping… you ought to complain to the management. At least the foodstuffs are freshly stocked. There’s a surprise. Prices are generally a bit high during the winter, even this early in the season, and yet there’s enough here for a veritable feast. Perhaps there is something useable here for your own purposes. You can take stock here, then maybe a quick jaunt to the market…“What are you doing?” You spin away from your foraging to find Yvetta standing in her usual fashion with arms crossed and hip cocked to the side. How does she always sneak up on you? It’s not natural.“Nothing. You’re doing that thing again. It’s bad for your back,” you comment with a gesture to her hips.
>>4616917“Don’t try to distract. You were trying to go out,” she accuses.“Was not.”“You were. You can’t,” Yvetta reminds.“Can so. Why not? It’s not like they know my face,” you protest. You’ve both repeated this routine entirely too often lately.“We don’t know that. Besides, Arbormen are here,” she says.“Here?”“Not here, here. Here as in the city here. There’s a tourney for some highborn’s nameday. Lots of knights are here. Redwynes and their lackies too. The purse is supposed to be massive,” she explains.“How do you know all of this?”“Holly told me,” she shrugs. “She’s a bit thick but good for gossip.”“She is,” you agree.“She is what?” she narrows her eyes and recrosses her arms.“Just what you said. What’d you think I meant?” you raise a brow, genuinely puzzled.“Nothing,” she relaxes and saunters over to the assorted foodstuffs. “Have you been picking at these? They’re for later.”“Ah, we’re not opening yet? Thought it was a bit early,” you say as you go back to your rummaging next to her despite the light chiding. “Where’s the lemon balm?”She reaches into her skirts with a satisfied smirk and pulls out… a lemon. “You wouldn’t believe what they were trying to charge for one of these. I know it’s winter, but these traders are turning criminal. It’s not right. So, I swiped one. Fair is fair. Happy?” she smiles as she lightly tosses the lemon up and down.“Lemon. Balm. Not a lemon,” you frown. You wanted to brew a tonic.“What’s the problem? Can you not turn it into a balm?”“Woman you will be the death of me,” you sigh and continue before she can retort. “Lemon balm isn’t a fruit. It’s a perennial. You dry out the leaves and crush them up. Then you—”“You can show me the perineum later. I’ve lots to do. Do you want the lemon or not?” she huffs.You blink rapidly at the word. “Do you even know… right, I’ll take the lemon.”She tosses you the lemon and goes back to whatever meal she’s preparing. You let the silence hang for a few moments before your curiosity gets the better of you. “Why do you have so much to do?”“You don’t know? Well, then I don’t know if I should tell. Lizbeth might not want you to know…” she teases, all smirks again. >If you’re not supposed to know, then it’s not worth your time. You’ll go out instead (Deception: Bluff Roll). [Rogue] >Perhaps you can work out some sort of deal with her. She does like her bargaining (Persuasion: Bargain Roll). [Healer]>Sounds like you’ll find out soon enough. You’re going to try to brew some sort of tea or tonic with these paltry ingredients instead. [Alchemist]>Something else. I'm going to leave it here for tonight to give people a chance to filter in and vote. We'll continue tomorrow at the same time, but I'll pop in to answer questions before then. Thanks for playing!
>Sounds like you’ll find out soon enough. You’re going to try to brew some sort of tea or tonic with these paltry ingredients instead. [Alchemist]gib shekelsGood to see you back Boggsy
>>4616922>Perhaps you can work out some sort of deal with her. She does like her bargaining (Persuasion: Bargain Roll). [Healer]
>>4616922>If you’re not supposed to know, then it’s not worth your time. You’ll go out instead (Deception: Bluff Roll). [Rogue]I assume this is bluffing that we'll go out if she doesn't tell us, not actually going out.>>4616851>Note: this will be a “best of 1” rather than a “best of 3” questNice
>>4617038>I assume this is bluffing that we'll go out if she doesn't tell us, not actually going out.Yup.
>Sounds like you’ll find out soon enough. You’re going to try to brew some sort of tea or tonic with these paltry ingredients instead. [Alchemist]
>>4616922>>Sounds like you’ll find out soon enough. You’re going to try to brew some sort of tea or tonic with these paltry ingredients instead. [Alchemist]Missed you so much, Boggs. Hope your situation is better now..
>>4616914>>4617207And dammit, you're back to stealing pics from my potential pics to post folder (°□°)︵ ━ Time to start another quest before you steal them all...
>>4616922>Sounds like you’ll find out soon enough. You’re going to try to brew some sort of tea or tonic with these paltry ingredients instead. [Alchemist]
>>4616922>>Sounds like you’ll find out soon enough. You’re going to try to brew some sort of tea or tonic with these paltry ingredients instead. [Alchemist]
>>4616922>>If you’re not supposed to know, then it’s not worth your time. You’ll go out instead (Deception: Bluff Roll). [Rogue]
Alright, I think it's safe to call it for SCIENCE. Can I please get one roll of each of the following?>A roll of 5d6 for Forage (4D+1b) to see if you recognize anything out of the ordinary (DC: 15)>A roll of 6d6 for Alchemy (5D+1b) for the actual distilling (Base DC: 12, extra degrees net you an additional serving of product)The post will be up by 8. I'll have a second vote up tonight.>>4616881>>4616940>>4617207And thanks for the warm welcome back!
Rolled 1, 5, 6, 6, 2 = 20 (5d6)>>4617970
Rolled 6, 5, 1, 6, 4, 4 = 26 (6d6)>>4617970
>>4617977>19, so that'll make it Superior Quality instead of Common Quality>>4617987>25, 3 degrees. 3 vials up from the base of 1.Whew, high rolls. >>4617970And that was for 8 EST, so in about 90 min.
“So, if you want to know—” she continues.“Then I can keep doing what I’m doing, and I’ll find out later,” you say as you reach past her in search of something to go with this lemon. What is that smell? You sniff the air. Lavender? “Definitely lavender,” you mutter. You keep sniffing. “It’s you,” you point to the wrongfooted Dornishwoman as the trail leads right to her neck. “What are you doing?” she demands.“That’s what I should be asking you. Where’d you get lavender oil?” you demand in return. You can’t recall distilling any. “The market—”“The market? You have a genuine alchemist here and you got that from the market? From some… some acolyte?” you gasp out.“It was cheap, and I like it. You should’ve made me some if you’re so touchy about it,” she says.“Hmm. It would be cheap this time of season,” you mumble as you scratch your chin. You could use a trim. “The petals have the most oil late fall. Would’ve been wiser to wait til spring and sell it then.”“Oh, I don’t know about that. Lots of flowers are blooming in spring. And in winter the scents’d be perfect for getting warm under some furs and—”“Hardly. There’s no supply in early spring lest you’ve stocked up over winter. And you’re the coin-savvy one?” you scoff. “What else is there?”“I grabbed some cheap roots and leaves from this strange eastern merchant before his ship cast off. You should’ve seen it, his robes were real silk… I think,” she goes on. You sift through the bundle. Tea leaves… fine… a dried-out root… some purple flowers… some sort of grass or hay. A dried-out root?“This eastern merchant… how eastern are we talking?” you ask while you take a closer look at the root. “Eastern eastern. Yi Ti? He had that sort’ve look,” Yvetta answers. “Just when I was starting to doubt you… this is better than lemon balm. This is root of ginseng. At least, I think it is. Valuable stuff,” you smile. “What does it do? Is it a poison?” she warily asks.“You’d think at its price. No, quite the opposite. It raises the spirit. Potent stuff if the maester who demonstrated it is to be believed,” you explain while you lay the root out on a cutting board. “How much is it worth?” she asks. “Hmm. Tough to say since I haven’t tested it yet. To the right lord or rich knightly type? A few dragons at least,” you mutter as you begin thinly slicing the root. You’ll put it in with some water just below a boil, not too hot lest you break down something important. You’d heard of a powder, but these thin slices may make a decent substitute…
>>4618191It takes some doing to find replacement tools up to the task… you really do need a new kit if you’re going to start making coin in any respectable amount outside of this stroke of luck. You’re fortunate enough to find an old glass wine carafe. It’s not as transparent as you’d like it, but you can still peer into it well enough. Yvetta continues on with her own meal while you work, leaving you to your own devices.“There,” you say with a final clap while you grin at the finished product. “That’s the orange color I remember. A better yield than I’d hoped for. Interesting. Perhaps I’ll add a touch of that lemon for flavor. I’ll need to note this…”“Tristan! Come greet your father!” your mother calls as she peeks her head into the kitchen. So that’s what the minx was keeping from you…Ser Terrance Cuy is still in armor from whatever it is he does in his duties. You swear he looks older than when you last saw him. When was that? Fall? Probably Fall. You recall a chill in the air… at least a few moons ago. “Bloody sleeting outside. Why wouldn’t it be?” he grumbles while your mother takes his overcoat. He notices you at the kitchen door and just stares at you. He’s frowning, but then he’s usually frowning. He often doesn’t mean anything by it.“Pleasant weather?” you try. “Why don’t we all have a seat and discuss things over some wine?” your mother, Lizbeth, cuts in with her fake smile.“Why not?” your father grunts. Yvetta pops out with some wine, hastily pours, then retreats to the bar. “Seven Bloody Hells, Tris,” your father grumbles, right to the point and ignoring the warning on language from your mother. “What were you thinking, falling in with this lot of bottom feeders?” “I’m not quite sure I was thinking anything as I’ve no idea why anyone would look for me,” you answer with a shrug. It earns you a scrutinizing glare from the aging knight in return. One you don’t much mind. You’re telling the truth and you can see him realize it.“You think you’ve been wrongly accused?” he asks a bit more calmly.“That… I’m not sure of,” you admit. “It’s true enough I’ve spent a good deal of time in colorful company. I just don’t get why—”“They’d care,” Father finishes. “I wouldn’t give a rat’s arse—” “Language” “— to catch one measely crew member who’d managed to scamper away from a smuggling ship. City’s full of the like. We got the ship, and we got her captain. That’s what matters.”
>>4618195“What of the captain?” Yvetta suddenly interrupts from the bar where she was clearly doing more than cleaning. “Who’s this wench?” your father half-grunts in annoyance.“Ah, Yvetta. She’s with me,” you resign yourself to answering.“You took a woman? Now I have seen it all,” he remarks.“I didn—we haven—” you and Yvetta both start talking at once.“Then what’re you doing here? Who’s that captain to you?” he questions, shifting to a demeanor much more in line with a knight captain who has kept watch over the city’s interests for the past three decades. “Her father,” you answer on her behalf lest she bolt on the spot. “She’s the one who warned me.”“Hm. Well, best you sit rather than shifting to the door. Don’t be daft, girl. It’s common knowledge that I own this tavern. Last thing we need is another scandal. I arrest you here and like as not my lord brother will have me out of the villa and stick my preening nephew there instead. And bring the food while you’re at it,” he orders.Yvetta cautiously approaches with a wooden board hosting a warm flatbread. It’s covered in thin slices of spiced lamb sausage with a crumble of goat cheese and a drizzle of olive oil. The sweet red accompanying it is a nice touch. “Ser…” Yvetta tries. Your father is either more focused on the food or is deliberately letting her hang on word of the crew. “Right,” he wipes his mouth. “Three are for the Wall, those that we could be sure were of the Kingdoms. The captain was one of them. The foreigners we hanged about a moon’s turn ago.”“Hanged? Isn’t that a bit…” you grimace. You were expecting some loss of fingers or hands, but nothing quite that severe. For your craft, that might as well be a hanging, but most of the crew would’ve been just fine with that. The Wall wasn’t much of a surprise, though. Still, Yvetta’s skin has definitely gone a couple shades paler. “Aye, but that was the order. This isn’t a game, lad. Not a week past, Lord Redwyne himself asked after this “Bluewaters” tripe you’ve been playing with. I’ve never seen one such as him bother with these matters. Now do you see what you’re dealing with? This is serious,” he with a weary look. “But why?”
>>4618202“Does that matter? It could be that Redwyne takes theft of Arbor Gold as a personal slight. It could be that someone of worth’s neck sprouted feathers when they rooted out those Clawwater filth and they thought to blame the hedge wizard rather than the bowmen. It could be that you insulted the wrong noble and caught blame that way. Hells, it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done that…”“That was a perfectly reasonable critique on—”“I don’t want to hear about the Tyrell lad’s ineptness at healing again, Tris. What I want from you is to end this mummer’s farce, one way or another.”“I’m not keen on losing a hand, much less having a noose around my neck, Father.”“Nor am I keen with dealing with the fallout of such a scandal. You’re recognized. There’s no sweeping your antics under the rushes for House Cuy,” he points out. “Then what?”“Drop the bloody name unless you’re looking to be a bloody pirate. Bluewaters, honestly. Is Flowers so bad? You spend enough time turning them into potions, do you not?” he suggests, if it’s really a suggestion.>You’d rather stick with Bluewaters. It’s a known name, sure, but notoriety opens doors of its own. It’s worth the risk. [Rogue]>Isn’t this beside the point? You should focus on clearing your name first, then revisit the issue of your reputation. Who knows? This could work out in your favor if you are as wrongly accused as you suspect. [Healer]>You suppose you could cut your ties from your past and go by Flowers like most expect of you. You just want to perfect your craft and be left in peace rather than in pieces by some slighted noble. [Alchemist]>Something else.And I’m going to call it here until tomorrow. I had another vote I wanted to do, but this is an important choice, so I’d like to leave it open long enough for discussion and debate. This is a sort of backstory decision. For those that keep track of the character sheets and such, this is a decision to keep or drop that Outlaw drawback. You do gain an extra Destiny Point for keeping it, but you will have an appropriately harder time moving around in the open going forward. One quick note: if it looks like there is samefagging (1-posts not linked to anything with nothing in the way of discussion), then I will have to discount those IDs. Have a great night or day!
>>4618208>>You suppose you could cut your ties from your past and go by Flowers like most expect of you. You just want to perfect your craft and be left in peace rather than in pieces by some slighted noble. [Alchemist]
>>4618208>>Something else.How about Tristan Sunflower?
>>4618208>You suppose you could cut your ties from your past and go by Flowers like most expect of you. You just want to perfect your craft and be left in peace rather than in pieces by some slighted noble. [Alchemist]
>>4618224I can get behind this. It's our fathers sigil after all, and it's a compromise with using flowers instead of waters. >Something elseTristan Sunflower
>>4618208>>You suppose you could cut your ties from your past and go by Flowers like most expect of you. You just want to perfect your craft and be left in peace rather than in pieces by some slighted noble. [Alchemist]>>4618224>>4618250Will that fly? I like it but we're a noble bastard, we're supposed to go by Flowers. Is hopping from one assumed name to another going to do us any good?
>>4618224>>4618250You could do that. It's not exactly humble, and there may be some that would think you are reaching above your station, but there is nothing prohibiting you from a reference to your paternal house either.
>>4618298>Will that fly? I like it but we're a noble bastard, we're supposed to go by Flowers. Is hopping from one assumed name to another going to do us any good?It's allowed, it's just considered pretentious by a good number of nobles to go past the traditional names to craft names for yourself. More so when there is an allusion to an actual house. Highborns like their bastards humble. You'd be taking on a potential risk, but not a "wanted criminal" sort of risk.
>>4618298>>4618300I guess I meant it to be cheeky? It also kind of plays up his autism in that he doesn't really get what the difference is; hopping off of one near bastard name to another. The fact that it relates to his family sigil is just icing.I was looking at the Char sheet and saw the Savant drawback. Combined with the way that he sniffed out the Dornish woman makes me think he might not be...normal socially.
>SunflowerIs the MC gay or a virgin? Why was the father surprised that he'd shacked up with a girl?
>>4618446>Is the MC gay or a virgin? Why was the father surprised that he'd shacked up with a girl?Virgin. So far, his focus has been on knowledge (his parents would say to a fault).
>>4618208>You’d rather stick with Bluewaters. It’s a known name, sure, but notoriety opens doors of its own. It’s worth the risk. [Rogue]
>>4618446he's an autist
“I could drop Bluewaters,” you agree. “These charges have been an awful lot of distraction from my work.”“Good. Good,” your father sighs in relief. “I was hoping you’d be reasonable about this.”“I was thinking Sunflower instead. It has a nice sound to it, doesn’t it?” you smile.Your father lets out a frustrated groan while your mother reaches for more wine. “You can’t be serious.”“Why not?” you ask. “Is there some House Sunflower I don’t know about that I’d be impersonating?”“Not anymore, but there’s a Sunflower Hall that might take offense. Do you think your lord uncle will be pleased? What am I to say when next I see him? ‘Pleasant weather, brother. How’s the family? My oldest bastard, the one with the mutton chops capering around with all the vials, he’s decided to name himself after the castle of our birth.’ I’m sure he’d be thrilled,” he grumbles.“Why not, father? Lord Benifer seemed to like me on the couple occasions I’ve seen him,” you point out.“Aye, when he thought you were going to be a maester. That would’ve at least bought him some good grace with the Citadel without him needing to send a trueborn. But you decided to quit before your chain was joined… still don’t get that. Try to understand this, Tris. You’ve marks against you for the manner of your birth. That’s just the way it is. I won’t apologize for it as I’ve been fair to you and your brother both, good even,” he explains.“He has, Tristan,” your mother cuts in. “Your father didn’t have to recognize you. His father didn’t want him to. I’d thought I would be left with a purse of silver and that’s it. Instead, we got the support we needed for both you and your brother to make something more of yourselves. The least you could do in return is make things less hard on him. This smuggling nonsense was too much.”“I told you, I didn’t much care about the smuggling. It was just a convenient way to gain access to reagents. The crew was kind enough too,” you sigh and turn back to your father. “What’s the problem with me taking a name that’s not Flowers? There’s no law against it. It sounds better to customers.”He takes his time in answering as if searching for the right words. “If I’m remembering it right, there was a House Sunflower once… years and years ago. Some second son or cousin… or it might’ve even been another bastard… took the name as a landed knight in service to House Cuy. They’re long gone in any case, but you can see the issue all the same. The last one was a knight, and I’d say a distinguished one at that. It’d be one thing if your brother won a tourney or two and maybe wed a lady of gentle birth. Then your lord uncle might see the worth in the name. But for you alone? It’s just… reaching. You’ve done nothing to earn it. You can see that, can’t you?”
>>4619772You mull it over while everyone eats. You suppose he has a point. Ser Terrence Flowers, your younger brother, is very much a knight. You don’t think he’d claim to be Arthur Dayne, but he’s supposed to be at least competent. You and he have a decent enough relationship if a bit distant. He was always so serious, bent on proving himself. “You always were a good cook, Lizbeth,” you father praises your mother. “This has a Dornish taste to it but in a good way. Always thought you had some Dornish blood.” In truth, you’re not sure where your mother’s roots are. Nor is she. She’s just one of the thousands of sailor’s seed common to port cities like this one. You don’t think she’s ever actually left Old Town at that. Before she met your father, she was a tavern wench herself.“Thank Yvetta, not me,” your mother gestures, smiling all the same for the compliment.“Oh?” your father peers a bit more closely at Yvetta. “You do have that sort of look about you. I’d say… the Riverfolk? Not swarthy enough for the deserts.”“My mother’s of the Greenblood, Ser,” Yvetta nods. “Not sure about Roland.”“That captain. That was the name,” your father grunts. “So, what’s the deal with you two? If you’re not bedding down, then what?”“We’re partners. He brews the potions, I find buyers and keep him out of trouble. We split the coin evenly,” Yvetta answers.“Or you get him into trouble,” he says and gives you a bemused look. “You’re sharing your coin with her like you’re wed with none of the perks. I thought you were supposed to be the clever one.”“It had been working well enough right up until the ship was seized,” you shrug while Yvetta quietly steams. “I don’t suppose you can do something about that.”“It was a schooner, right? No chance at all. Any loot you had stashed away would’ve been split around the Watch by now. A good reward for them not taking the bribe on this one. The ship itself is more than I could hope to lay claim to. Ships here are taxed on masts and main deck space. It’d have at least two masts, so it’d be in a higher class… you’d need a lord’s blessing to reclaim it. If it were a sloop with a single mast, then that’d be another story,” your father explains.
>>4619773“A sloop could get us to Dorne,” you tell Yvetta. She has frequently brought up leaving for her mother’s land during your stay here and invited you to join her. You’ve been hesitant since that essentially means starting over, but it seems you’re only one step from a blank slate anyway. “Dorne?” your father interrupts. “Why?”“Yvetta still has some family there, and I could think of worse places to rebuild my supplies,” you answer.“I’ve not known one of those Orphans who wasn’t a pickpocket. Do you really want to leap from one den of thieves to another?” your father frowns. You look between him and Yvetta. She looks more than a little put off by the comment, but she’s holding her tongue… for now.“Well, I haven’t many options here,” you say.“You can always stay here until you get back on your feet,” your mother suggests. “Perhaps make a potion that’ll help your brother win in his tourneys.”“That’s not quite how that works…” you sigh. You could probably do a decent job of keeping him on his feet in between the batterings that lot give each other in their war games, but you’re not a pretend spell weaver like those superstitious alchemists of King’s Landing. You’re Citadel-trained. “It’s true your brother is looking to advance himself through tourneying. He’s a better rider than I was at his age, but he doesn’t know when to quit… youth. Your Uncle and I had thought to arrange a match for him that would strengthen ties for the House, but we decided it would be better to wait and see if he’d improve his station first… you, though,” your father gives you an appraising look. “You’re no fighter by any means and you’re a bit odd, but you’ve your talents. We could make a match for you to a lesser house, a cadet branch perhaps. You needn’t do anything but agree to it and we will do the rest.”“That’s it?” you ask, a bit skeptically.
>>4619775“That’s it,” he confirms. “We will find an appropriate match, you just bed her. Mind, there’s no backing out once we proceed with this.”“And I have no say in the lady you pick,” you point out.“Why would you?” he asks with a confused look. “If it’s all the same, I’d like to not get stuck with someone who will make me miserable,” you say.“I doubt that’d be a problem. These cadet branches tend to be a bit bookish. Most are a half step from being merchants, but they’re more palatable to House Cuy than dealing with actual merchants. The point is, I’d say they’re your types, or close enough to it,” he shrugs. “Look, if you want the House’s blessing with your trade and this Sunflower idea, then you need to do your part for the House in return. Earn it. It’s that simple.”>If she’ll cook for you and provide you with the means to ply your trade, then an arranged match sounds good to you. More the better that you don’t have to do any work. [Alchemist]>You’re not really looking for an arranged match even if it’s better than what you could do on your own. You’ll see about your mother’s idea of staying put here and helping your brother advance instead. [Healer]>You’d rather take your chances in Dorne with Yvetta than deal with either of those plans. [Rogue]>Something else.I posted this early because I’m going to be busy tonight. It was evenly split between the regular alchemist option and the Sunflower write-in. I wrote this as the Alchemist option with the Sunflower option in mind so that everyone could at least see the condition your family would place on supporting the Sunflower name (the Alchemist option in this vote). The vote is open overnight.
>>4619777>>You’d rather take your chances in Dorne with Yvetta than deal with either of those plans. [Rogue]once we're in Dorne we can call ourselves whatever we want
>If she’ll cook for you and provide you with the means to ply your trade, then an arranged match sounds good to you. More the better that you don’t have to do any work. [Alchemist]
So if we resolve this situation with the authorities looking for us, will we lose the Outlaw drawback?
Good chapter and some shitty options because only third let Yvetta stay with us and let us know her better. The first option exclude Yvetta because her role will be taking by future wife family. Third make us abandon mc's father, brother and mother...Second option is helping family, but I thought you wanted to make it like a journey for mc to travel and learn...It's better to look after younger brother so that he won't die from scratch or something and Yvetta will still be our representative.>>4619777>You’re not really looking for an arranged match even if it’s better than what you could do on your own. You’ll see about your mother’s idea of staying put here and helping your brother advance instead. [Healer]
>>4619803Nah, you're good on that now. I just updated the sheet. You're not significant enough to be identified as an outlaw without using Bluewaters alias.
>>4619811Grrr, fucking hate when autocorrect do this shit
>>4619777>>You’re not really looking for an arranged match even if it’s better than what you could do on your own. You’ll see about your mother’s idea of staying put here and helping your brother advance instead. [Healer]Also, checking those trips.
>>4619811Yeah, I have to say, not particularly thrilled about any of those options. I'll hold my nose and vote for Healer, if only because it still allows both the family and Yvetta to stay in the picture. Maybe after the brother's been through a tourney or two, we can revisit this question, with more information on hand.>>4619777>You’re not really looking for an arranged match even if it’s better than what you could do on your own. You’ll see about your mother’s idea of staying put here and helping your brother advance instead. [Healer]
>>4619777>If she’ll cook for you and provide you with the means to ply your trade, then an arranged match sounds good to you. More the better that you don’t have to do any work. [Alchemist]I like this because it's practical and actually playing the setting. I always thought it was weird that medieval quests so often have MCs marrying for love. Funny that it took a bastard quest to see this option in play.
>>4619777>>If she’ll cook for you and provide you with the means to ply your trade, then an arranged match sounds good to you. More the better that you don’t have to do any work. [Alchemist]
Btw would a wife from a cadet branch, no matter how lowly, even know how to cook?
>>4619811>I thought you wanted to make it like a journey for mc to travel and learn...Yup, I do. All of those options will eventually lead to that. It's the when/where/why/how that we are fleshing out right now. >>4620052Yup. It should be expected of her. Even the wives or daughters of minor lords are ultimately expected to be in responsible for the kitchens. Whether that's in a hands-on way or a supervisory way would probably depend on their status. I'd think a landed knight's daughter would probably be hands-on. For a book example, I'd point to House Borrell of Sweetsister from the first couple Davos chapters in A Dance with Dragons. That's a lordly house with the granddaughters of the lord doing the cooking/serving (if I'm remembering it correctly, there might've been a daughter involved somewhere).
>>4619777>If she’ll cook for you and provide you with the means to ply your trade, then an arranged match sounds good to you. More the better that you don’t have to do any work. [Alchemist]Free companion. Just don't give us someone too ugly.
>>4619887Well he can marry for love, that what is attractive in bastardy is freedom of choice, when legitimate children will have their marriage arranged for them long before they become adults
>>4619777>>You’re not really looking for an arranged match even if it’s better than what you could do on your own. You’ll see about your mother’s idea of staying put here and helping your brother advance instead. [Healer]Yes, the Maester Aemon arch.
>>4620082>That's a lordly house with the granddaughters of the lord doing the cooking/serving (if I'm remembering it correctly, there might've been a daughter involved somewhere).But isn't Sweetsister a very specific example, with the fisherman's daughter helping Ned win the war and Merman and every weird thing going on there?
>>4620346He can but why would he when he doesnt already have a lover and there are obvious benefits to doing what the family wants. I would rather do what is accurate in the setting for a change than treat this like a medieval dating sim. Let them arrange whatever while we focus on what we are good at.
>>4620394>But isn't Sweetsister a very specific example, with the fisherman's daughter helping Ned win the war and Merman and every weird thing going on there?It has its backstory easter eggs like many other things do, but the function of the house itself is closer to the rule rather than the exception. The problem is that the majority of the other houses depicted are basically just royalty with different titles. That is necessary framing for the story the author is trying to tell, but it does seem to give a lot of readers a warped perception of what the rarely depicted lower nobility were like, seeing them all as some flavor of prince or princess when that wouldn't be the case. Many /tg/ and /qst/ depictions have only fed into this exaggeration. Maybe that's a power fantasy thing. Maybe it's just a perspective issue. I'm not sure, but what I do know is that the reality is many nobles would make the effort to put on a good appearance in front of their peers and then still pitch in for household duties. That's not to say they didn't have hired help, but they certainly weren't just lounging all day either.
>>4620745>That's not to say they didn't have hired help, but they certainly weren't just lounging all day either.This I can attest to. I had the feeling that, especially during the relaxed state of the late summer time, in the North where we have spent the majority of our reader's experience, that the Lords often had their private lives. The reinforcement of duties, especially where the Seven had a strong hold was also necessary to uphold the morals. This was partially broken first with the fall of Bran which had Lady Stark put into a semi-catatonic state, then the summoning to Winterfell, and then with the wave of Wildlings coming from beyond the wall, as Osha was captured in Winterfell and put to work in the kitchen. When the rough times arrived, everyone needed to know their stations, so it was a bit more Royalty-lite.In a counter example I can point out to Falia Flowers, the bastard child of Lord Humfrey Hewett of Oakenshield. Although House Hewett is a minor house comparable to the House Borrell, the mother and the sisters of Falia took measures to make sure Falia would stay beneath them, and thus be a serving girl. This is to reinforce the notion that she will never be among the ruling family and thus contradicts with that's going on in the Sweetsister. Perhaps as it's the case with the women of House Mormont taking up arms when their men fell through, in the North things are more egalitarian due to the roughness of the landscape.
>>4620865>summoning to Winterfell,summoning to King's Landing*
I think we are tied right now. I'll keep it open a little longer to see if any fence-sitters want to change their votes or contribute if they haven't already.>>4620865>House HewettHmm, yeah. I can see what you mean with the bastard as a serving girl and the other ladies seeming more leisurely. On the surface, it doesn't quite gel with some of the other minor houses like Smallwood and Hogg. That could be for a few reasons, though. Maybe Hewett has wealth comparable to a major house, letting the daughters live more comfortably. Maybe the trueborns serve the father and honored guests first, laying on the charm and grace and showing their worth as potential wives, then they sit and put the bastard half-sister in her place by making her serve them in turn for the rest of the evening. Further, having the lady of the house or an older daughter still ultimately responsible for the kitchens gives them more opportunity to lord over the bastard daughter who has no such sway. I'm just spitballing, though. It could be just as it is at face value, but then the man does like his unreliable narrators. My take is more based on actual history rather than the scant few anecdotes I can pull out of the books for this particular tier of minor nobility. Traditionally, noble ladies had two main duties (outside the bedroom): the kitchen and the loom. Whether that's only supervising or more hands-on should depend on their means. You do see just a little of that with the Starks' sewing circles, but I think it comes off as more of a hobby than an obligation. But that's a Great House.
Rolled 1 (1d2)>Still no tie-breaker..1 - Alchemist, 2 - HealerWhat happened to those extra potions we brewed, btw? Will they come in play later or was that just flavour? (I'm fine with either)
>>4619777>If she’ll cook for you and provide you with the means to ply your trade, then an arranged match sounds good to you. More the better that you don’t have to do any work. [Alchemist]Ask for one with the tig ol bitties
Okay, I'll have an update up with the Alchemy option later tonight. To ease any concerns, I'm not going to railroad here. It's your character. If he really doesn't like the lady, then he's free to bail before his vows. It would definitely strain ties with his family, but no one is going to force him to wed at sword point.
Like seriously? The quest where you play not as noble but as bastard and everyone automatically want political marriage... What is wrong with you people? Or you just don't have faith that mc can get a gf himself?
>>4621166MC is supposedly an autist, so anons might have real life experience about the difficulties of getting a gf, and projected them on the MC. Hopefully it's a big tiddy gf who's fine with looking after the household.>t. virgin autist
Life came up, so I'm going to have to post in the morning instead. I'll have the post up by 1130 am EST with the regular update still on for tomorrow night as well.>>4621001Sorry, I missed this question. I'm going to make an extra tab on the character sheet for all your potions since it's probably going to end up getting too crowded for the usual Equipment tab. I'm also going to be breaking down the potions into categories like "Vitality Potion, Stimulant, Relaxant, Pain Killer" that sort of thing. They'll give a bonus to rolls (1 time only, must be consumed in advance) based on their quality. Different categories of potions will correspond to different abilities. Common will give +1 to the corresponding ability, Superior will give +1b, and Extraordinary will give +1D.Consuming some of the potions is something to be careful with, though. Certain potions could end up having nasty side-effects if you abuse them. You'll need to acquire more impressive distilling equipment and seek out rare or expensive herbs to have any hope of regularly crafting the more impressive potions. Consulting rare books or other masters in the craft can also help you.
>>4621528Thanks for answering! We already have a pretty high dicepool for brewing, so I suppose it's more a matter of finding the right ingredients and equipment, like you say.
“So,” you start ticking off the plan on your fingers. “I move out of the cellar back to my room and go about my life. You and Uncle go talk to some would-be ally. Hands are shaken, drinks are had, this lord offers up his daughter and you two offer up me. I get the name, she gets my wit, the Houses get their alliance. Everyone profits… that’s it? I needn’t do more?”“Aye. I’d be more like to thank you for not doing more. It would be a knight’s daughter, though. A lord’s daughter would have us on the backfoot. Still suits your needs all the same,” your father answers. You note both the women at the table leaning in, unhelpfully not offering so much as a wink or a raised brow. “Hmm, well I’d like it if she knew how to cook. Not one of those types that loaf about drowning in perfumes and gossiping. It makes me sneeze. And she can’t be hideous. And it couldn’t hurt if she had big t—” “Tristan.” your mother finally cuts in.“Sounds like you want a widow. Didn’t know that was your type,” your father says, but you see a rare smile threatening the integrity of his bushy grey mustache. “Far from it… I could do this if it’s as you say, father,” you decide. “Good!” he slaps the table with a grin. “Glad something came out of all this mess. I’ll see your uncle upon the morrow. He’s in town for the tourney like every other Reach Lord. Wouldn’t do to miss the nameday of his liege’s favored grandson.”“And Terrence is competing?” you ask your father while Yvetta and your mother slip off to the bar, talking about something or other. The meal is over, but you’d expected another round or two after.“Aye, and that’s Ser Terrence now, mind. He was knighted going on two years ago now,” he says.“I… haven’t seen him in about that long,” you confess. “He’s well?”
>>4621619“Stubborn as ever. Even worse than you. He’s been on errantry for over a year now. Only just drifted in for the tourney. Hedges must be too cold with winter rolling in,” he chuckles at his own jest, gives a quick glance to your mother at the bar. Finding her still talking, he whispers, “I’m not one for handouts, but one look at him and I was ready to see him in new armor. Wouldn’t take me up on it, said he had to earn it. He’s always been that way about taking the House’s coin. He has the makings of a damned fine knight, but I worry if he’s to compete here.”“Why?”“Wouldn’t matter if he’s Arthur Fucking Dayne if he’s entering the lists wearing shoddy splint armor as a hedge knight. It’s too stacked,” your father answers.“Now if you were speaking to someone who doesn’t see the point in cracking their ribs on the points of small trees…”“Hedge knights and sworn swords weed each other out first. The best of them get to move on to batter themselves against the landed knights in the next bracket. In a tourney this size, the lords might not take the field til the third or fourth day. It’s a meat grinder for Terrence’s ilk,” he hurriedly whispers as the women make their way back.>If he’s keen on forging his own path, then who are you to get in his way? He’ll either do well enough to get some good ransom coin, or he’ll learn something in the process. Best to leave him be. [Rogue]>Yeah, this is a bit much even for him. Maybe if you can talk some sense into him and at least get him to reconsider competing. You’ll meet up with him and see what you can do. [Healer]>You might not know how to joust, but you know just enough about metallurgy to know what decent armor is worth. If he sells his scraps and accepts your stashed coins, then he could at least go into this wearing some half-plate. He can pay you back after. [Alchemist]>Something else.I don't know if this is considered late or early at this point, but here we are! This is open overnight. We'll continue tomorrow. Thanks for the patience.
>>4621619>And it couldn’t hurt if she had big t—”Madman!
>>4621620>You might not know how to joust, but you know just enough about metallurgy to know what decent armor is worth. If he sells his scraps and accepts your stashed coins, then he could at least go into this wearing some half-plate. He can pay you back after. [Alchemist]
>>4621619>And it couldn’t hurt if she had big t—”I vote for this
>>4621620>>You might not know how to joust, but you know just enough about metallurgy to know what decent armor is worth. If he sells his scraps and accepts your stashed coins, then he could at least go into this wearing some half-plate. He can pay you back after. [Alchemist]>>4621620
Big tracts of land, yes, yes, I know what you're getting at Tristan.>You might not know how to joust, but you know just enough about metallurgy to know what decent armor is worth. If he sells his scraps and accepts your stashed coins, then he could at least go into this wearing some half-plate. He can pay you back after. [Alchemist]
When we marry the third daughter, we should ck2 assassinate her whole family. Slip snakes and poisons into their drinks then inherent their land.
>>4621929>slip snakes into their drinks What did he mean by this?
>>4621942>What did he mean by this?Slip snakes into their natural routine.
glad to see you are back Boggs, a shame we couldn't go to Dorne, it would be interesting to travel more for ingredients
>>4621945seems more like a Yi Ti thing
>>4622025Don't they eat snakes there?
>>4622069.....they eat everything there.
>>4622075In Yi Ti, you poison snakes.
>>4622075Do they eat bats?
>>4622165>House Whent of Harrenhal is a noble house from the riverlands. Their seat is the huge castle of Harrenhal, built three hundred years ago by Harren the Black.oh crap. Harrenhal conspiracy confirmed.
>>4622165Yeah. Where do you think the Great Spring Sickness come from? (Which also killed the MC's wife and daughter in the Borlund quest)
>>4622171From a Bowl O' Brown most likely.
>>4622170>>4622171The curse of Harrenhal is spreading> I ain’t lying; it ain’t no jokes>The Spring Sickness is Monarch hoax.>King Aerys, what we gonna do?>Inject him with the Riverland flu
While I am not changing my vote from >[Alchemist], I just realized that we might have issues convincing him to take our money - even if it is a loan.>Wouldn’t take me up on it, said he had to earn it. He’s always been that way about taking the House’s coin.
Yi Ti Grey Plague outbreaks are canon. I should have the post up in the next hour.
“I could help him,” you suggest.“How?” your father asks, looking a bit surprised.“I’ve some coin stashed away. I’ll loan it to him for better armor. He can pay me back after the tourney,” you say.“Might work.”“What’re you two whispering about?” your mother asks, back from the bar.“T—” “Nothing. I should ask the same of you,” your father cuts you off and answers instead.“Nothing. Drink?” Mother offers. You all have a couple more rounds, talking of smaller things rather than dwelling on the weighty decision you just made. It feels a bit… unresolved, but that might just be you. You, a wedded man? A husband? It’s passing odd. You largely gave up on the notion as you delved deeper into your studies. The thought crossed your mind a time or two aboard Roland’s ship, but circumstances kept it from becoming more than a passing fancy. With your knowledge of poxes, you weren’t about to go whoring like some of the crew. That just left Yvetta which just felt… off. A half dozen reasons and excuses for the tepid nature of your partnership come to mind, but they largely ring hollow even to you. It was never quite right, though. You note her slipping off up the stairs while you’re pondering the depths of the near-empty carafe. “You should get some rest too, Tristan,” your mother chides.You pass along some dull agreement and get to your feet, feeling a bit unsteady at the sudden shift. This is the most you’ve had to drink in some time. The two wait for you to creak your way up the stairs before they begin their conversation anew. Your old room is just above the tavern along with a few others. They’re no bigger than what one would find in an inn, but they’re warm and clean enough for your needs. But you’re ambushed at the top of the stairs.
>>4622794You find yourself up against the wall with a hand clamped quite unnecessarily over your mouth. “Really now,” you try to mumble.“Quiet,” Yvetta whispers. You can smell the spiced wine on her from this close, and her eyes look a bit glazed over. “Listen.”“—not cross with me, are you?” you faintly hear from below. You start to lean in closer and get pulled back by the cuff of your shirt. “—warning’d be nice—our son—why’d you do that in front of her?” you hear your mother’s voice. It’s quiet for a moment, then you heard the chairs sliding on wood and the creaking of the floorboards. “Didn’t know she’d be there,” you hear your father a bit more clearly from the bar. “For the better, though.”“Why? She’s a nice enough girl. She’s been taking some of Holly’s shifts. I didn’t think you of all people would push your son into an arranged match,” your mother argues.“Didn’t. I gave him a choice. Better this than getting led around and used by a Dornishwoman.”“He seems happy enough with it. Doesn’t seem like using to me.”“It is when he’s giving her coin and not getting so much as a warm bed out of it… if it were Terrence then I’d leave it be. But Tris? The lad’s different. He’s freakish clever one moment and ripe to cause a scandal across the whole of the kingdoms the next. He needs a bit more guidance is all.”“A woman’s touch.”“Aye. A trustworthy woman… but that’s not why I did it. Benifer and I’ve been working on a deal with Cordwayner. I’d thought to take it up with Terrence, but this is more of Tris’s fit. We need Hammerhal’s leather, they’re looking at some expansion with our quarry. Then there’s this side bit to sweeten the deal.”“What is it?”“Still working on it… Benifer has this sort of project that he’s sunk his all into. He wants it to be his legacy for the House, something for the books. It’s a red wine. Fine stuff. To hear him go on about it, he’d like it to be spoke of like it’s an Arbor Gold. Bit full of himself, aye, but it’s good for us. He’d like to ship it to Essos, but we’ve no port of our own. Only makes sense to use this one...”
>>4622796“You want Tristan to sell wine?” you hear your mother ask.“And shoes, it seems.” You hear a bark of laughter. “Not so sure on how the selling works. They still need to work that out. I just know it’ll have him aship. The lad knows ships like Terrence knows horses. That’s why I thought’ve him for this. Didn’t even know about the wench.”“What of the wedding? How does that work?” you hear your mother ask, but their voices are fading again. Yvetta takes the opportunity to head for her door without a word.“What?” you ask. She’s never this quiet.She turns to you at the door. “Nothing. It’s nothing I didn’t expect. Best of luck,” she carefully says. Is she blaming you for something? You can see her feeling a bit blindsided with it all. Hells, you were… but you’re not quite sure she’s taking a fair tone either.>This really wasn’t about her. You saw a good opportunity and you took it. She should do the same with the first chance she gets. You would’ve thought she would be happy for you as a business partner. [Rogue]>If this is about something more than business, then she’s free to explain herself. You’d like to get this out and move past it for both of your sakes. [Healer]>Bid her a good night and say nothing further. You’re really not looking to complicate things here. [Alchemist]>Something else.More tomorrow, thanks for playing!
>>4622801>>If this is about something more than business, then she’s free to explain herself. You’d like to get this out and move past it for both of your sakes. [Healer]
>>4622801>>Bid her a good night and say nothing further. You’re really not looking to complicate things here. [Alchemist]Full incel
>>4622801>If this is about something more than business, then she’s free to explain herself. You’d like to get this out and move past it for both of your sakes. [Healer]
>>4622801>Bid her a good night and say nothing further. You’re really not looking to complicate things here. [Alchemist]>>4622972>incel>arranged marriageliterally what
>>4623011No law saying we have to consummate.I fully trust in young Tristan's ability to botch any chance at sexual activity.
>If this is about something more than business, then she’s free to explain herself. You’d like to get this out and move past it for both of your sakes. [Healer]
>>4622801>>This really wasn’t about her. You saw a good opportunity and you took it. She should do the same with the first chance she gets. You would’ve thought she would be happy for you as a business partner. [Rogue]
Okay, I'll close it for the Healer option. If anyone wants to get some rolls out of the way early, then that would be helpful. >We are going to need 1 roll of 3d6 for Persuasion (Convince) and 1 roll of 5d6 for Awareness (Empathy)
Rolled 2, 3, 3 = 8 (3d6)>>4623609
Rolled 6, 1, 5, 4, 5 = 21 (5d6)>>4623609>>4623609>>4623609It is kind of hilarious that an autist like our character has 5d6 in empathy, isn't it?
>>4623626>6Failure vs a 10.>>4623665>20Great Success vs a 13.>It is kind of hilarious that an autist like our character has 5d6 in empathy, isn't it?Yeah, he can fully understand how someone is feeling and still be genuinely puzzled as to why they would bother feeling that way.
>>4623019Yes there are, even in our world let alone a pseudo-medieval fantasy world.
>>4623708It has been a while since I read the books, but I distinctly remember reading that unconsummated marriages can be annulled by the High Septon - sort of like how Catholics have to write to the Pope to get a sanctioned divorce.
>>4623897Or the bedding ceremony between Sansa and Tyrion, which went unconsummated. Or that it was an important point that Ned have sex with Catelyn before leaving for war. Or even Daenaerys in her marriages to Drogo, and Hizdahr.
“Don’t be like that,” you tell her.“Like what?”“… that,” you gesture aimlessly. “Out with whatever this is, and we can settle it.”She gives you a long, half-lidded stare and then yanks open the door. “There’s nothing to settle. I’m used to this. You go ahead and live the highborn life like you’re told,” she throws back before shutting the door.You’re left standing there with countless retorts tumbling over in your mind, none truly worth voicing. Used to this? Used to what? You mull it over as you enter your room. Not much larger than a ship’s cabin, but the bed is freshly made. Your mother’s doing… Used to business deals falling apart? She should be, but that’s not it. Too glum for that. She gets awfully heated when a quarrel is over something as simple as coin… you would know. Is it because you’re somewhat close? Are you? You’ve been fairly friendly with her the past three years, but she didn’t start getting clingy until Roland got caught. Your father seemed to think she was just milking you, but that’s not it. The partnership felt more like an agreed-upon farce, an excuse to stay tethered. It gave her some control. Is that it? Control over not being left alone? Does she fear being abandoned? I’m used to this. That fits. You’d heard Roland was hardly ever there for her until she came of age and insisted on her place. Her mother always sounded like a bit of a flake too, never staying in one place. You’d gotten the sense she was spurned by someone else as well, but you never quite got the story there. Now you’re the next in line to leave her alone and without purpose. She may just be right. You doubt a proper lady would want her around, and you can’t imagine Yvetta playing the servant. That’s not to say she can’t find other purpose here. Hells, she’ll have purpose enough on the morrow. You need the coin stash, all of it, if you’re to make your little brother look the part of a proper knight in time for the tourney. You snort aloud at the thought of a moneylender, a woman at that, with three dragons to her name. You lay back on the bed. It’s too clumpy for your liking, but you won’t be here too much longer. Nor will she, you’d suspect. Even so, you’ll see her out of this rut first…“What are you doing?” Yvetta demands, her voice going a bit shrill as she scrambles to pull the sheets higher. You’d just barged into her room around mid-morning. She was taking far too long to wake. “Where’s the coin?” you ask.“Under the—what do you need it for? If you don’t start talking I’ll scream,” she tries.“And give me a witness to my reasonable conduct? We’ve a client to see. Wear something… warm? It’s scandalous, the way you dress,” you add before shutting the door to a frustrated growl.
>>4623977“What client is this?” Yvetta asks as you step out into the messy streets. “My brother. I hate this. My toes are already going numb,” you complain. The street is muddy where the sun shines, but the ground still crunches with ice in the shade. “It’s not that bad. You just need better boots,” she says. Neither of you are exactly well-equipped for the winter season. It’s fairly mild this far south, but it does come with the occasional cold fronts and sleeting rains. “Your brother the knight? How could he be a client? Has he the coin to buy your spirit potions?”“Hmm. I’m not entirely sure how making his cock hard would help in the joust. Unless he were trying to frighten his opponent? That would be a sight…”“That’s what you were brewing? You said, ‘raise the spirit,’” she says.“Right. It should do that… I’m just not quite sure what exactly raising the spirit means in this context… aside from the cock part. That was clear,” you glance back at her. How would that work with a woman? Would it have no effect? Engorge the nipples? Cause her to sprout hairs? “I’ll admit, I’ve not had the chance to study it closely. The root is rare this far west. I only know of it from an old maester who lectured on it as a miracle root. He brought some in and demonstrated the distilling process. Said he couldn’t get hard without it… went on a bit too much about that part, really,” you explain. “I thought maesters swore to be chaste?” “Just so. And knights swear to protect the weak and to bathe regularly… or something about cleanliness. What are they to do? Take the man’s chain away because he frequents the dockside a few nights a moon? Wasteful… why am I explaining this to you? This is more your sort of alley than mine,” you point out.“What’s that supposed to mean?”“… nothing.” “Tristan.” You turn. She doesn’t often use your name. And she’s lagging a bit, still acting glum. “Why did you leave the Citadel?” Why did you do it? Several reasons or excuses come to mind, but one does sort of stick out to you.>You just weren’t keen on being a servant for the rest of your life. You wanted to make your own path. [Rogue]>Advising a single family on what they should already know sounded like an exceptionally tedious and inefficient distraction from your research. [Alchemist]>You’ve been gifted with the ability to improve the lives of many. It would’ve been irresponsible to limit yourself to the whims of a single family. [Healer]>Something else. More tomorrow at the same time. Thanks for playing!
>>4623980>>You just weren’t keen on being a servant for the rest of your life. You wanted to make your own path. [Rogue]
>>4623980>>Advising a single family on what they should already know sounded like an exceptionally tedious and inefficient distraction from your research. [Alchemist]
>>4623980>>4623980>>Advising a single family ... [Alchemist]
>>4623980>You’ve been gifted with the ability to improve the lives of many. It would’ve been irresponsible to limit yourself to the whims of a single family. [Healer]
>>4623980Coin, coin and more coin. No coin for the maester.
>You just weren’t keen on being a servant for the rest of your life. You wanted to make your own path. [Rogue]
>>4623980Too cool for Citadel school
>>4623980>Advising a single family on what they should already know sounded like an exceptionally tedious and inefficient distraction from your research. [Alchemist]
Just a heads up, this is looking like a late night or early morning update. Busy today.
>>4623980>You just weren’t keen on being a servant for the rest of your life. You wanted to make your own path. [Rogue]Besides there's plenty of research to be done!
“Hmm. Well, I was forging a chain…” you say, then go back to walking.“What sort of answer is that?” she says while she hurries to catch up.“Isn’t it obvious? It’s a chain. It’s symbolic. A life of servitude, self-inflicted even. Now I’ll grant there are some who’d say that’s just a farce, that the Citadel still holds too much power, but I don’t buy it. Those old maesters can bluster all they want about their influence. Any lord can come up to them and scold them like children and they’ve no answer but to bow their heads.”“How’s that any different from how you are now?” she points out.“It’s not. But I can make my own path. Move around as I please… mostly. Suppose there’s some tolls and such to pay…” you start to frown.“And you can wed who you please… oh! Wait…” she smirks.“Right, right. I suppose that’s fair. But I did sort’ve choose to not choose,” you say.“Just like a maester. You’ve come far, Tris. Good on you,” she slaps your back and quickens her step, letting out that awful cackling laugh of hers.“I’ll go where I please after the wedding!” you call out. She doesn’t even know where she is going. You never told her.“You won’t! You’ve shoes to sell! Weren’t you listening?” she grins.Right, House Cordwayner. That was the one. A bit on the nose with the shoes. They’re an older house too, you think. Strange how that works. Did they make the finest pair of boots some Gardener King had ever seen and get ennobled for it? That’s either the most or least impressive tale you’ve ever imagined. Doesn’t much matter. You can’t exactly boast of any better origins. You just hope they don’t stick you with someone awful for being a bastard. Seems like a bad way to start an alliance, though. Perhaps it depends on if you’re considered better or worse than just wedding a rich merchant? You’ll need to ask about that.“Which way?” Yvetta interrupts your brooding.“North… ish.”“You don’t know where you’re going?”“I do so. He’ll be at one of those cheap inns by the gates with the stables.”“One of? There could be a score of them!” she huffs.“Then you’d best be on your way!” you shoo her forward.
>>4626068It does end up taking you several hours to track him down. You’d say a score of inns was an exaggeration, but the masses of tourney knights gathering for the event didn’t help matters. Oddly enough, you’d spotted your brother’s favored horse before you’d spotted him. It’s a fine red coated destrier of the Riverlands, a gift from his sponsor. He’d shown it off once nearly three years ago, the last time you saw him. As for Terrence himself…“By the gods you look like shit,” you marvel after waving him over from the stables. “Tris! What—how? I thought you were on a voyage across the sea,” he says. Right, he doesn’t know about the whole smuggling part. You’re not sure where he’d stand on that. He’s a bit more of an idealist than your father. At least he seems in good enough spirits despite his appearance. You’d say your father undersold it if anything. His armor is definitely second-hand and not so gently used. He also—“This is your brother? He smells like the stables,” Yvetta comments. He does.“I am sorry if I offend, milady…” “Yvetta. And not a lady. Well, not a highborn. She has the right parts,” you add, earning an elbow for your troubles.“Ah. I was not aware you took a… wife?” Terrence tries.“Not yet. I’m betrothed. Or I’m going to be betrothed. Not to her. She’s a friend,” you say.“A business partner. Right now, our business is you,” she tells your brother.“Me?”“You. You’re not jousting in that. Even I know that’s stupid. We’re taking you to a smith,” Yvetta say.“This armor has not failed me yet. I assure you—” “You’re going or your mother will hear of it. She likes me. We have some coin. You’re paying us back after you do your ransomings,” she keeps going on… “and some new clothes too. Something with your colors. You knights like your colors.”“I need to at least see to my horse first,” Terrence finally relents, sufficiently cowed by the endless nagging. He goes back into the stables. You hear a splash of water and some light conversation. Odd, he’s the only person there.
>>4626070“He’s talking to the horse,” Yvetta mutters in disbelief. “Now I’m sure he’s your kin.”“He’s always had a way with animals. He’s quite normal aside,” you shrug. Terrence comes out with water dripping from his hair but with a bit less dirt on his face. Still smells like the stables…“Wait. Are you sleeping in there?” Yvetta asks. “A room in an inn right now costs more than I could ever be comfortable with. The stables are still affordable, and this way I can stop any thieves from stealing my horse,” Terrence says. “It’s winter,” she needlessly states.“It is. I have dealt with worse. I had thought to stay at the tavern, but I cannot bring a horse there. This suits my needs. If we are done here?” Terrence keeps walking to towards the markets.“I need to see about the price of this armor first, then we can see about getting him some clothes fit for the living to wear,” Yvetta says while you both catch up to Terrence.“Who made you in charge today?” you grumble.“I’ve seen you haggle. I could bear it if you want to get a head start with a seamstress, but I’m handling the armor,” she says. >You’ll just run errands together. You want to catch up with Terrence. [Healer]>You’ll show her haggling. You’re going to the seamstress while she deals with the armor. [Rogue]>It seems there is a decent chance you’re going to be betrothed to a lady of House Cordwayner. They should have business in the city. You needed a new pair of boots anyway. If you’re going to forced to shop for something that’s not related to your work, then you’ll do it while learning something. [Alchemist]>Something else.
>>4626072>>You’ll just run errands together. You want to catch up with Terrence. [Healer]
>>4626072>>You’ll show her haggling. You’re going to the seamstress while she deals with the armor. [Rogue]
>>4626072>It seems there is a decent chance you’re going to be betrothed to a lady of House Cordwayner. They should have business in the city. You needed a new pair of boots anyway. If you’re going to forced to shop for something that’s not related to your work, then you’ll do it while learning something. [Alchemist]
>>4626072Glad to see you back, Boggs!>You’ll just run errands together. You want to catch up with Terrence. [Healer]Looking forward to juicing up our little brother. Inb4 we roll low on Bo1 and indeed scare his opponents off with a boner.>>4626068Indeed, exchanging one chain for another? Tristan hasn't thought this through well. Hopefully the decision to marry isn't 100% set in stone yet.
>You’ll just run errands together. You want to catch up with Terrence. [Healer]>>4626224>Indeed, exchanging one chain for another? Tristan hasn't thought this through well. Hopefully the decision to marry isn't 100% set in stone yet.Betrothals can be broken, though it would probably be considered poor form to do so, considering our station.
>You’ll show her haggling. You’re going to the seamstress while she deals with the armor. [Rogue]
>It seems there is a decent chance you’re going to be betrothed to a lady of House Cordwayner. They should have business in the city. You needed a new pair of boots anyway. If you’re going to forced to shop for something that’s not related to your work, then you’ll do it while learning something. [Alchemist]I kinda want to see if we can talk to father and escape the marriage atleast so we can do our fun, I don't know why anons wanted to marry someone this early in the quest
You ultimately decide to stick together. If Yvetta is so keen on doing all the work, then you’ll take the chance to catch up with your brother. You’ve little more than an inkling as to where he’s been since last spring. “The Riverlands, mostly near the Trident,” he says when you voice the question.“That far? It’s not as if there’s a shortage of work closer to home,” you point out. The Reach has always been relatively peaceful, but you’ve heard stirrings that there are more robber knights about than the usual. Mostly likely a group or three of bored second and third sons with no wars to fight and die in. “I owe a great debt to my sponsor. I aimed to repay it, at least in part,” Terrence says, a bit too solemnly for your taste. “Killed some Blackwoods, then?” you smile. His sponsor was a knight of House Bracken.“A peace has taken hold. You shouldn’t jest of such things, brother,” he chides.“Then what?” you press on.“Rooting out banditry. Many a misguided man has been emboldened by this Brotherhood plaguing the Kingswood,” he explains.“The Kingswood? Sounds like the King’s problem,” you shrug. The subject really isn’t your cup of tea.“It is.”……“So, what else?” you finally break the hanging silence. Gods, he’s difficult to converse with. “What of your armor and such? Did you make no coin in your travels?”Terrence grimaces. “Some, brother. I… lost it.”“Bandits?” “Some may say so… it was over a duel.”“You dueled a bandit? Sounds like a reasonable bandit,” you say.“No… not quite. It was another knight. In the Riverlands. We dueled over a woman,” he admits.You very nearly trip. He’s completely shamefaced. He’s serious. “You? I mean, I didn’t take you for the… sort?”“It was a folly… it was against another knight of better birth and more experience than I. He was courting one of Lord Bracken’s daughters and proclaimed her the fairest maiden by strength of arm,” he explains.“So, you thought to claim her instead,” you finish.
>>4627121“No. The Lady Bracken is indeed fair, but I did not feel compelled to intervene until the knight made choice remarks besmirching the beauty of Lady Bracken’s cousins,” Terrence sighs.“Ah. Your sponsor’s daughter?”“The very same. Honor compelled me to challenge him. The Seven favored him and I fell. I had the coin to ransom my horse, but I could not afford to also ransom old armor. I left Stone Hedge for home from there.”You muster up a few conciliatory words, but it is a bit off-putting that he lost a joust to some Riverlander. Apparently, that’s the end of his tale. That or he’s just brooding. You continue on browsing the wares of a few different smiths. You can’t afford to be choosy… but you have to. There’s not enough time for a freshly forged set of plate. You need something close to Terrence’s size that can be adjusted. “Brother?” he finally asks while Yvetta is arguing with yet another smith. Terrence seemed to favor this one. “Where have you been all this time?”“Sailing, mostly.”“I expected that, but where? I must admit, I was surprised to see you with a purse of gold and silver,” he points out.“Ah, that…” Thankfully, Yvetta takes the moment to wave you over, looking more than a little exasperated. “As I was telling your wench, I know what’ve got here. Few days an’ there’ll be a heap’ve hedgies this way look’n for new steel, winner an’ loser both. I told your wench the price. I’d be generous to knock off four hundred for those scraps Ser’s wearing,” the smith says.“We’d still be short two hundred stags,” Yvetta adds. “I’d not take that much off even for a go with the wench,” the smith snorts.>Try bartering. Maybe you could sell him one of your potions. [Alchemist]>Perhaps it would be best to just settle for improving on whatever bits of armor need to be improved. [Healer]>See if you can get Terrence to do something knightly. The smith did slight Yvetta’s honor, you think. Doesn’t that mean a knight can intimidate him? [Rogue]>Something else.
>>4626224>>4626350>>4627120You'll have the opportunity to back out if you want.
>>4627123>>Try bartering. Maybe you could sell him one of your potions. [Alchemist]
>>4627123I don't know if this is typical of the setting, but would the smith be willing to bargain on the promise of paying back extra assuming Terrence gets some wins? Something like 300 stags as a bonus for the good faith.To clarify I'm suggesting we try to get the armor at the current price and pay the smith back 500 stags after the events. >Try bartering. Maybe you could sell him one of your potions. [Alchemist]The potions could be held as collateral.Though maybe it would be better just to try to get him to take the potions now... what do other anons think?
>Try bartering. Maybe you could sell him one of your potions. [Alchemist]
>>4627123>>Try bartering. Maybe you could sell him one of your potions. [Alchemist]>>4627123
>>4627123>Try bartering. Maybe you could sell him one of your potions. [Alchemist]Play on any appearance flaws (or invent one!) of the smith and sell him a miracle solution.
Honestly I'd have preferred our little bro show some steel but I don't see it happening against 5 other votes.
>>4627538The guy seems the honourable sort (like Ned Stark). Probably not a good idea to force him to scare someone into selling cheaper to him.
>>4627540Would he understand that he is doing it to lower the price or he was only defending a lady's honor?
>>4627158With collateral backing it up, sure.
Alright, I don't think there's going to be a sudden swing at this point.>Can I please get 1 roll of 3d6 to Convince the smith you're not bullshitting him with the potion
Rolled 2, 1, 6 = 9 (3d6)>>4628007Actual thing that does things!
>>4628020>8 vs DC 10, Failed.You could spend your Destiny Point to activate an environmental quality that I have in mind which would let you succeed the roll with a catch. Otherwise, you could add a bonus die to the roll, meaning a roll of 4 or higher would let you succeed. Or just take the failure. Up to you guys. If you decide to spend, you will be able to use the Destiny Point again as soon as the tourney concludes.>Spend Destiny point to succeed on a roll of 4+ on 1d6>Spend Destiny Point to succeed (with an unknown catch)>Don't spend, take the failureI'm going to leave this open until 6pm EST, a little over 2 hours from now.
>>4628040>Spend Destiny Point to succeed (with an unknown catch)I think Tristan would like to give his brother the chance at the tourney.
>>4628040>>Spend Destiny point to succeed on a roll of 4+ on 1d6
>>4628040>>Spend Destiny Point to succeed (with an unknown catch)Catches make things more fun.
>>4628040>>Spend Destiny Point to succeed (with an unknown catch)
>>4628040>Spend Destiny Point to succeed (with an unknown catch)
>>4628040>>Don't spend, take the failure
Writing for spending with a catch.
That’s fair. Two hundred stags for one lay would be criminal unless she’s a maiden… and you have your doubts on that. “How about a trade?” you propose, retrieving a stoppered vial of your vitality potion from your belt. “This is worth more than the difference to the right buyer.”“Yeah? Looks like rusty water to me,” the smith says, peering at the vial.“Hmm. It does…” you agree.“You’ve lost me, lad” he chuckles. You hear Yvetta hiss your name as if that will do some good.“It’s not, though,” you hastily add. “It’s a vitality potion.”“A wot?”“Vitality. It raises the spirit among other things. Should fetch a high price to the right buyer,” you explain.“Aye, lad. Aye. Course it would. Which one’ve you are caring for this’un?” he addresses your brother and Yvetta instead.“You’ve never met an alchemist before?” you ask the smith, trying to sound more serious. Your hand brushes by your belt. An old habit. You looped your links through it on a whim once and just left them that way. Your links…You quickly undo your belt and pull off a link of green gold, holding it up triumphantly while everyone is still gawking at you nearly dropping your trousers on a public street. “Seen one of these before?” you smile.“Better not be talking of your cock, lad,” the smith frowns. He squints at the link. You hand it over. He rubs at it with his thumb and scratches at it. “Seven fucking Hells it’s real,” he mutters. “Oy! Harston! ‘mere and see this. Alchemists’ Gold,” he calls to another smith. The green gold links are awarded to acolytes for achievements in alchemy. The forging is symbolic of the similarities and differences of the maesters’ art from that of the Guild of the capital. The recipe for the forging is shrouded in secrecy just as the Guild shrouds their arts in secrecy and mysticism, but the process is explained to the aspiring alchemy maesters to show that the art’s future is in methodical knowledge rather than cheap tricks and mysticism. But to a city smith? It’s likely still seen as a spell.The two smiths confer over it, bouncing ideas off each other on how to get the color before your smith, Larson, finally turns back to you. “Right, I’ll take the potion and the scraps for the difference. Not every day I see the like,” he agrees. He hands you back the link and spits in his palm before giving your hand a rough shake. You try not to look too disgusted. While Yvetta is handing over the coin and Terrence is getting sized up by an apprentice, you see to your belt. Always nice to have someone recognize your craft. But Larson wasn’t the only one who recognized you…“I know you…” You’re still fumbling with your belt when you turn to the voice. Your smile fades. At least she looks as surprised as you are. For a moment, you think she’s going to drop her bottle of perfume. That would be an awful waste of good glass.
>>4628592“Ah,” you greet. Eyes of maester’s ink and that silk accent. Lady Aemelia Clawwater. Her uncle was the Lord Clawwater. Her father was a knight. He had a hand in the smuggling…She ushers you around the corner while the others are distracted. “You’re Bluewaters. You’re supposed to be dead.”“I am?” you try.“I saw your head tarred on a pike just this morrow, yet here you are,” Lady Aemelia states, still staring at you closely. You’re not sure if it’s her words or the way she delivers them, but you’re suddenly feeling the winter chill.“Here I am. It’s Tristan, though. Not sure about a Bluewaters. Odd name, that,” you say.“Too true,” she deadpans. “You serve House Clawwater. That means you serve me.”“Do I now? I don’t recall ever—”“You do. Blue—” she raises her voice. You cover her mouth with a hand in a panic. She doesn’t even try to remove it. She just keeps staring at you.“Are you finished,” she says when you lower the hand.“Are you?”“They are going to separate us all,” she continues.“Us? Your cousins?”“Yes. I will not find myself in a tower surrounded by pigs. Two legged and four legged both. You are to get me out of here,” she says.“How?”“You have a knack for disappearing acts. Make Lys your next act. I need to catch up to the others. You will find me at the tourney,” she turns and leaves without another word…“Where’ve you been?” Yvetta asks.“Around the corner…”Lys…You mull it over while Terrence is getting dragged around the seamstress’s shop. Is that the accent? Her mother, perhaps? Lady Aemelia has the Clawwater coloring, but don’t they all? Do you go along with her or not? You’re not entirely sure if this an opportunity or a pitfall. You’ll have to decide, though…>It seems to you that there are a lot of people that want to choose your path for you. You’re going to bend this one to your own designs. Seek out your father and see what can be done to turn this to your advantage. [Rogue]>You’re just going to ignore this one. What’s the worst that can happen? She doesn’t know too much about you. [Alchemist]>You’ll go along with this as best as you are able. That would cause the least upset all around. Meet her at the tourney as she said. [Healer]>Something else.
>>4628595>>You’ll go along with this as best as you are able. That would cause the least upset all around. Meet her at the tourney as she said. [Healer]
>>4628595>You’ll go along with this as best as you are able. That would cause the least upset all around. Meet her at the tourney as she said. [Healer]I've no idea what's going on. And that's another pic of my potential characters stolen, you thieving bastard. Are you lifting them directly from my system, now? REEEEE
>You’re just going to ignore this one. What’s the worst that can happen? She doesn’t know too much about you. [Alchemist]
>>4628618Her spotting you was the "catch"We briefly touched on it in the first couple posts. Her House was responsible for the smuggling ring. The men are all dead or have taken the Black. The ladies are set to be married off, etc. Pinterest is a wonderful thing.
>>4628595>It seems to you that there are a lot of people that want to choose your path for you. You’re going to bend this one to your own designs. Seek out your father and see what can be done to turn this to your advantage. [Rogue]Chomp.
>It seems to you that there are a lot of people that want to choose your path for you. You’re going to bend this one to your own designs. Seek out your father and see what can be done to turn this to your advantage. [Rogue]
>>4628595>>It seems to you that there are a lot of people that want to choose your path for you. You’re going to bend this one to your own designs. Seek out your father and see what can be done to turn this to your advantage. [Rogue]
>>4628595>It seems to you that there are a lot of people that want to choose your path for you. You’re going to bend this one to your own designs. Seek out your father and see what can be done to turn this to your advantage. [Rogue]
>>4628618damn dude, you better start writing before all the pics are gone.
>It seems to you that there are a lot of people that want to choose your path for you. You’re going to bend this one to your own designs. Seek out your father and see what can be done to turn this to your advantage. [Rogue]>>4629386It'll never happen. All talk no Microsoft Word
>>4629500>It'll never happen. All talk no Microsoft WordI did run the Smallfolk quest (Season Unending), though. Somehow we've avoided clashing the character portraits so far. I want to run something else, one-shot or maybe something bigger, but lacking for ideas (and time) currently.
>>4629549Run a Golden Company invasion.
>>4629549I have probably a dozen general ideas that I'm never going to use if you want some. I can drop a few generalizations here or give them to you on twitter if you don't want to run the risk of spoiling details.
>>4629549Well I stand corrected. I quite liked that quest. Well done.If you want some inspiration, how about a bannerman of either the Blackwoods or Brackens set during the corrupt reign of King Aegon the Fourth. Nothing like a good blood feud to get the action started
>>4629571Sounds interesting, but I'd have to do a lot of work on handling armies and the intrigue involved with taking on the entire seven kingdoms. The Chronicle system is barely enough to resolve small-scale conflicts, it won't work for a true war. I've seen some quests (not on /qst/) do it with 1d100 rolls with some modifiers to resolve conflicts. So if you're the Golden Company and attacking during Robert's reign, he'll roll a 1d100-20 with DC 60 to see if Dorne supports him. Maybe it could work, maybe not. Interesting to think about when I have time, nonetheless.>>4629600If I'm not derailing your thread too much (sorry for that by the way) sure. I can't seem to find the DM button on Twitter (not sure how it works). >>4629682Haha, that's a good idea.
>>4628595>>It seems to you that there are a lot of people that want to choose your path for you. You’re going to bend this one to your own designs. Seek out your father and see what can be done to turn this to your advantage. [Rogue]I have no idea what's happening
>>4629789Read this -> >>4628658
>>4629732>If I'm not derailing your thread too much (sorry for that by the way)I don't care if no one else is bothered. It's not like we're going to fall off the board any faster for it. I'd probably rather have it in the general if we were shooting around ideas about an anime isekai in space quest, but this is just discussion related to the genre. I'll drop some ideas tomorrow when I have more time to type them out. I don't keep notes on anything. >>4629789I probably should've put in a few more lines refreshing that she was from the backstory house. Sorry about that.If anyone is curious and didn't already know, House Clawwater is a reference to the old House Karban quest from... really? 2012? Where did the time go? I wasn't looking to directly include characters from that quest (Aemelia isn't featured there), but I liked the idea of giving it a nod since it's what got me into questing in the first place. Archive is here for those looking for something to read: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Game%20of%20Thrones%20Quest
“Tristan, let’s go,” Yvetta calls out in the midst of your brooding. They must be done with the seamstress. You’re not in the mood to follow along right now. “No. Go without me,” you tell her. “What’s with the—” you don’t let her finish, taking to the street instead.You’re getting tired of dancing to everyone else’s tune. You spent your best years doing menial tasks for maesters by day and studying by candlelight at night. You then found yourself sucked into the whims of a cocksure smuggler captain. How many times did you broach the subject of cataloging the herbs of the Summer Islands to the response of, “another season, friend.” How many times did you desire to seek out true masters of your craft in strange ports only to be told to stay with the ship in case there was trouble? “You’re reliable,” Roland would tell you. Opportunity comes at last for a clean break and what happens? Yvetta seemingly tries to claim ownership over you. Your parents scheme to see you wed to someone… responsible. Now you have a lady of an attainted line, silky voice or not, presuming to give you orders. It’s time to make your own path.You rap on the manse’s gate with the flower shaped knocker. A guard strolls over from one side of the thick hedge surrounding the manse itself. “State purpose,” he lazily demands, shifting from one foot to another. “I’ve business with Ser Terrence Cuy,” you tell him.“Who’re you, then?” the guard asks, barely stifling a yawn.“His son.”You’re forced to wait several minutes while the guard walks back to the manse. Eventually, he returns with your father, who looks as if he hasn’t slept in some time. “Tris? What’re you doing here?” your father asks, still buttoning up his doublet. “I’ve an important matter you will want to know of. A private matter,” you say.His frown only deepens. “Come along, then. You’ll need to be quick about it. I expect your uncle will be here in the next couple hours.”He leads you through the gardens to the two-story structure. There are probably some nobles with larger holdings in the city, but this one is nonetheless impressive with its collection of marble statues and sprawling gardens. You’d like to see it all in fairer weather. The view is bittersweet, though. A reminder of what you couldn’t have in your youth. You’ve only been here once before, and your mother has never been allowed entry. Apparently, your late lord grandfather made your father swear to it upon his deathbed. Your father’s support of your mother caused great strain upon his relationship with his own father. Luckily, your lord uncle doesn’t seem to give a fig one way or the other.
>>4629985“Right, what happened? You catch word you’re dead or something?” he says, motioning for you to take a seat by the hearth. You can already feel the needle pricks in your hands from the warmth. “I did… are you well?” you ask. “Just need to catch up on some sleep. Had a busy night. Me and the lads scooped up a known smuggler and planted his head on a pike at the High Tower. There’s your Bluewaters, dead man,” he snorts.“A known smuggler? And you just knew where to find him?” you ask.“Course. Half the scum loitering round the docks at night are known smugglers. Do you think we’re keen on catching them all? Half the wenches and little ones of the district would be out with begging bowls and the other half would be down at the market cutting purses. But if an example needs to be made…” he shrugs. “Not the first time I’ve done it and it won’t be the last.”“Well… my thanks?”“Don’t mention it. Truly, don’t,” he tells you.“I was recognized earlier by a lady of House Clawwater,” you admit.“How’d you manage that?” he sighs, sinking deeper into his chair.“I was bartering at the market for Terrence’s armor and she took notice. She called on me to take her to Lys,” you explain.“And she recognized you? Did anyone else see this?”“No. Terrence doesn’t know either.”“Lys… why bloody Lys? Does she want for a pillow house?” he grumbles.“Hmm. I think her mother may hail from there. Her father was Ser Hector Clawwater,” you say.“Ah. I remember him. Died fighting when we moved on the ring this side of the channel. Nasty fucker, he was. Someone else must’ve seized the womenfolk. Do you have a name?” he asks.“Lady Aemelia. I’ve seen her in passing before. She came with her father to a couple of meetings,” you say.“Surprised the man let his daughter around your lot… though I’d know if he had a son, so I suppose there’s something practical to it. You think the ring had connections with Lys?” he asks.“It’s hard to say… I was largely kept in the dark. Ships from Essos did pick up drops on occasion…”“Hmm. You did well, bringing this to me. This Lady Aemelia… how old is she? Is she wed?” “Twenty? Thereabouts. She’s unwed, complained about a plan to see her and her cousins carted off to some tower or another,” you say.
>>4629991Your father sits in silence for some time, staring into the crackling hearth. “She’s a walking liability. If she finds out who you are, then she will have leverage over this House. Doesn’t matter where she goes. Family in Lys could use it to disrupt our wine trade before it takes off. Make us look like more than friendly competitors to the Arbor.”“Seems like a stretch,” you say.“Doesn’t need to be proven, just needs to be voiced. You don’t know how these circles think, Tristan. Everything is about appearances. You would do well to learn that… if she stays here, then we’re set up for some up jumped hedge knight she’s stuck with to come knocking demanding favor for silence. Or going to a rival… I cannot allow that.” “What will you do?”“I will have her taken here under guard. Her mother too if she is still about… fucking Hells, my brother is coming… alright…” he runs a hand through his beard. “They are the Lysene connection.”“They may be…”“No. Listen to what I’m telling you. They are, even if they’re not. Lord Benifer will need to hear that if he’s to take this seriously. You will wed this Aemelia. Bind her fate to yours and she’ll keep her mouth shut if she has a single wit. Both of you will go to Lys and establish legitimate trade with your lord uncle’s wine. With her mother’s family or someone else’s, I care not. With the Arbor Gold cut off, someone there should be getting thirsty right about now.” “I don’t think she will like this. And what of House Cordwayner?” “Your mother told you already? Hmph. We have terms for the leather and marble already worked out. Lord Benifer wanted to sweeten the deal to help move his wine, but this works out just as well. And I don’t bloody care if she likes it or not. This is better than she deserves. Give it some time and you’ll be making a lot more coin than some knight counting sheep from a towerhouse.”>You’re satisfied with this plan. You like that it came about from your own initiative. [Rogue]>You’d rather pose the choice to Lady Aemelia first. [Healer]>You’d rather wed the House Cordwayner lady if that’s still possible. [Alchemist]>Something else.
How old is the MC again? The character sheet doesn't say. Also, damn, all the marriage decisions so soon.. I'll read the thread again before voting.
>>4629994>>You’d rather wed the House Cordwayner lady if that’s still possible. [Alchemist]She seems rather kooky desu
Just feels weird that we're choosing between a lady we haven't met and a lady who's talked to us exactly once, that too lording over us as a servant.
>>4630070Welcome to the life of a medieval noble
>>463004023 would fit with the backstory I've put in so far, so I'll stick with that. >>4630040>>4630070Arranged match won the vote. Which suits me just fine. The purpose of the quest was meant to be exploratory and mercantile in nature with gaining alchemical knowledge as a driving motivation for the MC. Once the decision was made to do so through legitimate means, a political and/or economic marriage became the most reasonable means to get you out into the world.
>>4630087Alright, that makes sense. I'm not complaining at all, btw, I just want to make an informed decision. And unfortunately we have very little information to go on right now. If we take the wine business, will we still be able to pursue our alchemy on the side? I'd imagine we would have less time to do it compared to the Cordwayner marriage.
>>4629994>You’re satisfied with this plan. You like that it came about from your own initiative. [Rogue]
>>4629994>>You’re satisfied with this plan. You like that it came about from your own initiative. [Rogue]
>>4630097>If we take the wine business, will we still be able to pursue our alchemy on the side? I'd imagine we would have less time to do it compared to the Cordwayner marriage.Both marriages lead to you on the water. It's mentioned here for Cordwayner: >>4622796 >>4622801Perfecting/exploring alchemy and the healing arts is going to be the main focus either way. Aside from making some deals at the ports you visit, I don't expect the wine trading to take up much of your time at all. It's just a solid IC reason for you to travel and perfect your craft. Lys, for example, is known for its alchemists specializing in the more advanced poisons of the setting. That, and there is some crossover with perfumes. Aemelia may know a thing or two about the latter as seen here >>4628592
>>4630110Damn, somehow I forgot about that bit. That's why I wanted to read the quest again before voting, I have the memory of a goldfish. Sorry for the bother. And damn, how has no one made the connection between Benifer Cuy making his own wine as a family legacy and Aurion doing the same with his special Rum yet?!
>You’re satisfied with this plan. You like that it came about from your own initiative. [Rogue]
>You’re satisfied with this plan. You like that it came about from your own initiative. [Rogue]When will we drink too much 'vitality potion' and have to call in Yvetta panicking that our manhood hasn't gone down for hours xd
>>4629994I am not satisfied with this plan, why don’t we hire a Faceless Man?
>>4630995Who do you think you are, a Hightower?
>>4631115I’m the son of a man who has trading relations to Lys. One more sail and I’m in Braavos. Lady Aemilia is probably not the person she claims to be. Even if she is, her assassination wouldn’t fetch a high payment.
>>4631191Lys and Braavos are pretty distant from each other (other side of the continent) and a faceless man is going to be very expensive, no matter who the target is.
>>4631191Even King Robert was concerned about the cost of hiring a Faceless Man to assassinate the Targaryens. Although you do have something there. What's stopping our father from just straight up murdering her and calling it collateral damage or staging it as a mugging gone wrong, Boggs? Is he too honourable for that?
>>4631231>What's stopping our father from just straight up murdering her and calling it collateral damage or staging it as a mugging gone wrong, Boggs? Is he too honourable for that?A lifetime of social conditioning, mostly. Would he do it if he felt he had absolutely no other choice? Probably. But as it stands, there are cleaner options on the table that solve other problems for him at the same time. From his perspective, marrying enemies to make them into allies is practically tradition.
>>4631231We could just poison her easily ourselves. We're an alchemist, we can make untraceable poisons.
>>4630995>>4631191Is this bait? It's coming out of nowhere and the faceless man thing makes no sense>>4631333With what ingredientsI don't get the sudden shift to murderhoboing if it's not shitposting.
“I do like the sound of that. You know, Lys has quite the reputation for alchemy—”“Aye, I’ve heard of Tears of Lys,” your father cuts in. “Bloody poisoners.”“The difference between a poison and a medicine is usually just the dosage,” you say.“Huh… so you’ll wed her or not?” “I will. I’ve at least had a look at her. Granted, it wasn’t the most pleasant conversation…”“That comes with time. If she’s too much a bother after your first voyage, then leave her behind before your next one. She can braid someone’s hair at Sunhouse,” he barks out a laugh at his own jest.“So… how does this work?” you ask. You really don’t know what you’re supposed to be doing.“How does what work?”“This…” you absentmindedly wave your hand through the air. “This wedding business. What am I supposed to do?”“They don’t teach you where to put it at the Citadel?” “Strictly speaking… I think it was covered… but I was more concerned with the timing?”“Hmm. She’ll be taken here immediately. She wanted to catch ship with the tourney going on, did she not? I’ll not risk her getting any other flighty notions. Past that, I couldn’t give a fig so long as it’s settled in the next few days. Hells, I could have this done with tonight if you’re keen to get on with it. This city doesn’t lack for septs and septons. It’s not as if we’re to host a feast over it.”“Mother might like to see it, right?” you ponder.“Right… Hells she’s ripe to be weepy either way. Still doesn’t need to be made into a big affair for what it is. If you want to stay here a while longer and settle all this up with your lord uncle first, then your mother can meet us at a sept this evening. He’ll want to discuss routes and goods at the least. Elsewise, I want you at the opening events for this tourney the day after next. We have a box set aside.”>You’re fine with getting all this over with now. Less chances for trouble that way. Wait here for Lady Aemlia to arrive. [Alchemist]>You think it’s fair to at least give everyone a couple of days to prepare for this. You’ll leave now and meet up with your noble family members at the tourney. [Healer]>Well, you’d like a feast all the same. Try to delay for longer. [Rogue]>Something else.
>>4631545>>You’re fine with getting all this over with now. Less chances for trouble that way. Wait here for Lady Aemlia to arrive. [Alchemist]
Seeing as a marriage will require consummation to really 'bind her fate to ours' as it were, and I can already see her resisting, I'm worried if this will end up in rape...
>>4631599I'm not writing a rape quest, especially when I came into this one specifically saying I'd go for a comfier vibe.
>You think it’s fair to at least give everyone a couple of days to prepare for this. You’ll leave now and meet up with your noble family members at the tourney. [Healer]
>>4631682Well marrying a woman on the spot without any regard for her consent, and then consummating that marriage isn't exactly comfy, is it?
>>4631682To elaborate, Aemelia is a Clawwater. Her word counts for fuck all in the Reach. There is no one that would take her claim seriously if she tried to claim it wasn't consummated, even if she's telling the truth.
>>4631545>You’re fine with getting all this over with now. Less chances for trouble that way. Wait here for Lady Aemlia to arrive. [Alchemist]The longer we drag this out, the more likely we will have retards kneejerking causing drama for no reason.
>>4631682yes, this isn't a rape quest, it's just a revenge queston a more serious note forced marriage is not particularly comfy, but whatever, medieval marriage bullshit, I don't particularly mind
>>4631754>on a more serious note forced marriage is not particularly comfyFair point. I wish people would wait to see how things go before jumping to conclusions, but I can see how my perspective can be skewed when I'm going on with a fairly good idea of how the characters will react to the various options.
>>4631545>>You think it’s fair to at least give everyone a couple of days to prepare for this. You’ll leave now and meet up with your noble family members at the tourney. [Healer]
>>4631545>You’re fine with getting all this over with now. Less chances for trouble that way. Wait here for Lady Aemlia to arrive. [Alchemist]>>4631599Fuck off
>>4631691She’s climbing up socially, this marriage is a serious hush money
>>4631823I didn't even think about that. Good point. Do we take her name, though? With the Cordwayner girl we were going to take her name if I'm reading this correctly: >>4621619>I get the name, she gets my wit, the Houses get their alliance. Everyone profits… that’s it? I needn’t do more?”Or maybe we were going to be legitimised as a Cuy? I'm not clear.
>>4632470Also, I agree. Let's get this over with.>>4631545>You’re fine with getting all this over with now. Less chances for trouble that way. Wait here for Lady Aemlia to arrive. [Alchemist]
>>4632470>Or maybe we were going to be legitimised as a Cuy? I'm not clear.Not unless you curry favor of King’s Landing
>>4632506So that line meant we would be taking our Cordwayner wife's name, right?
>>4632514>So that line meant we would be taking our Cordwayner wife's name, right?I guess that would've been possible, but I don't think House Cordwayner would have been so on-board with it right away. Some may think it would start to tread into that grey area of a bastard pretending to be of legitimate noble birth.But the context of "I get the name" was for the "Sunflower" write-in idea. Your father stated the house would only support his use of that name if he was doing his part to further the house's trade interests through an arranged marriage. That doesn't ennoble him, he'd still be a bastard, but it is an honor of sorts because it shows that he is favored by his father's house. And it benefits the house for him to conduct trade on their behalf with some semblance of clout behind him.
>>4632535>But the context of "I get the name" was for the "Sunflower" write-in idea. Your father stated the house would only support his use of that name if he was doing his part to further the house's trade interests through an arranged marriage.Makes sense. That logic still holds for marrying Aemilia, right? We can finally be Tristan Sunflowers..
>>4632619>That logic still holds for marrying Aemilia, right?Yup.
I'm going to call the vote here so I can chip away at this. >Can I please get a roll of 2d6 for Charm and a roll of 5d6 for Awareness (Empathy)?Also, I dropped some quest hooks in the general thread for those interested in that sort of thing.
Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d6)>>4632692
>>4632711RIP, charming as a clyster tube
Rolled 3, 1 = 4 (2d6)
Rolled 5, 3, 6, 5, 4 = 23 (5d6)
>>4632711I actually have something for this.
And we continue our streak of understanding EXACTLY what is going on inside people's heads, but butchering our responses to it.Heh.
>>4632711This is the kind of 1/36 odds I read quests for
Hey, at least with Aemilia being Tristan's wife instead of the Cordwayner girl, we can probably still keep Yvetta around.
Rolled 4, 5, 4, 5, 3 = 21 (5d6)I'm going to open roll your father's persuasion test here (4D+1b). I think I'm going to do that more often for NPC rolls, including enemies, when it's appropriate. There's little reason not to with best of 1.
“Tonight is fine with me, father. I’d sooner get this over with,” you decide.“Good. A man should face these matters head-on. I will have the Watch collect this Lady Aemelia and bring her here. Until then… Lizbeth didn’t make you this outfit, did she?”“I bought it myself,” you smile.“I can tell… right. My steward will see you dressed in something more appropriate,” your father says. You’re soon ushered away by an elderly man who tsks away at your appearance. He eventually finds something near to your size amongst your father’s wardrobes. You don’t quite fill it out, but it’s comfortable enough. The steward then makes a valiant attempt at trimming and taming your hair, muttering to himself all the while.“Good enough,” your father nods when you’re presented again. It’s not much longer before the manse has more guests. These are of the feminine variety and escorted by a handful of your father’s guardsmen. By the Gods is that her mother? You recognize Lady Aemelia readily enough… and she you, judging by her confusion giving way to a scowl. As for the other slightly older lady… you can perhaps see some resemblance if you squint hard enough? She looks like a royal portrait given life. That is, if a painter ever had the stones to paint a royal portrait with a look of such poorly contained indignation…“You are the Lady Aemelia?” your father asks after dismissing the guards. “I am,” your apparent betrothed responds, eyes still fixed firmly on you.“And you are…?” he asks the woman with the silver gold hair. He gets no reaction from her. She simply continues to look around the room.“My mother. Lady Aelesendra. She does not speak your tongue,” Lady Aemelia answers instead. “What is this? Whatever he’s told you, I—”“She’s of Lys, yes? You’ve family there?” he cuts her off. She decides to stay silent and keep glaring at you instead.“Fine,” your father says. “Introductions. If you hadn’t already guessed, I am Ser Terrence Cuy. I’m told you’ve already met my son.”“You are of House Cuy?” Aemelia interrupts, addressing you instead. She looks more surprised than when you saw her in the streets.“After a fashion?” you answer her. “You are a bastard,” she realizes.“This is true. Do I tell her or is this still your part?” you ask your father. He just waves you on, already looking exasperated with the conversation so far.“Tell me what?”“We’re going to Lys, but there’s a bit of a complication of sorts. Well, not a complication. It’s simple, really… it’s just that you have to wed me tonight,” you explain while fidgeting with the button on your cuff.
>>4633354“You cannot seriously…” Lady Aemelia furiously starts. She loses her words when your father simply nods his head... until her mother starts fluttering away in that smooth tongue with a concerned look. Lady Aemelia distractedly answers her in kind, setting the foreign lady into a fury. She goes into a tirade of… well, you’re not sure what. It’s all in the Lysene tongue. Honestly, this is the most pleasing a rant has ever sounded to your ears. Not knowing what you could possibly say, you just offer her a smile in response. That only sets her off into more of a fury to the point where her daughter is even trying to calm her. She takes a step closer to you. For a moment you think she’s going to strike you, but—You let out a loud, uncontrolled sneeze that actually startles the irate mother. And another. And another. “Gods what is that horrid stench?” you interrupt, wiping at your eyes and nose with the cuff of your borrowed clothes.“Perfume,” Lady Aemelia answers when she finally puzzles out what is happening.“Perfume? Perfume should be pleasant. I have breathed poisonous cauldron fumes less irritating,” you sniff. “Then you have poor taste. This fragrance is desired all over the—”“Poor taste? I agreed to wed you,” you say as you wave the offending air from your face. “You insolent—"“Enough.”Everyone turns to your father. “I should throw you two traitors to the Silent Sisters and make you a septon,” he says, pointing at the Clawwaters and you in turn. “You will listen, or you will become the Gods’ problem.”Lady Aemelia wilts under his glare. She speaks in that silky tongue and her mother also takes a breath to calm herself. “We are listening, ser.” “Good. Better. You know my son, do you not?” “I do, ser,” Lady Aemelia answers.“Then it seems to me, my lady, that you’ve dug yourself into yet another hole. My understanding was the womenfolk of your wretched House knew nothing of the treasons. Now I’m hearing otherwise. Answer my question. Do you have family in Lys or not?”“We do. My lady mother is of House Morelleon, ser,” she answers.“Good. Are they of means?” he continues. The two ladies briefly chatter back and forth.“Somewhat, ser. They trade in perfumes and wines,” Lady Aemelia says.
>>4633356“They received the stolen Arbor Gold, or a portion of it. Don’t bother, girl. It was not a question nor are you on trial. Now they will receive a different stock of wine, that of House Cuy. I offer for you two,” he gestures between you and her both, “to wed for your own survival. You will bridge the gap between Sunhouse and Lys. In turn, your transgressions need not come to light.”Lady Aemelia confers with her mother, who looks at you and lets out a groan for her part. You can sympathize with Aemelia. It was a bit awkward for you to agree to this without having a room full of people staring at you. You catch her eye. “Could be worse?” you try. “Seven’s sake, girl. How hard is it? Would you rather pick weeds in pig shit the rest of your days?” your father grumbles.“I cannot speak for House Morelleon, ser. They may not take the wine…” she finally says.“Is that a yes?”“It is. I will wed him, ser,” Lady Aemelia agrees. She doesn’t meet either of your eyes. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s plainly embarrassed. You just don’t quite know if it’s because it’s you she’s agreeing to wed or if it’s because she’s agreeing in front of everyone. Perhaps both?“Tonight. I want this done with,” he says with a final nod before waving over the same steward from before, the one who helped you find some decent clothes to wear. The man had been waiting anxiously on the threshold. “Lord Benifer Cuy is without, ser,” he bows. “Show my guests to their rooms,” your father commands. “For once, I’m glad of his lateness. One day, I will get some honest bloody rest. Come along, Tris. It’s time to prove your worth to your lord uncle. He’s had trade on his mind of late. And remember your courtesies.”You catch one last glimpse of Lady Aemelia as she looks back in her mother’s stormy wake. >Invite her to accompany you. Perhaps she would like to be included. [Healer]>Let her go to her room. You don’t trust this half-foreign woman to be a part of a trade meeting with your lord uncle. [Rogue]>Something else/something to add.
>>4633357>>Invite her to accompany you. Perhaps she would like to be included. [Healer]
>>4633357>>Let her go to her room. You don’t trust this half-foreign woman to be a part of a trade meeting with your lord uncle. [Rogue]
>>4633357>Invite her to accompany you. Perhaps she would like to be included. [Healer]I don't actually care about including her, I just don't trust her being alone with her mother
>Invite her to accompany you. Perhaps she would like to be included. [Healer]I don't see why not
>>4633357>Invite her to accompany you. Perhaps she would like to be included. [Healer]
Rolled 3, 3 = 6 (2d6)Can our autist boy Tris get some? Tune in to ASOIAF to find out.
Hey Boggs what are the other rings from our studies. What can we actually make with Alchemy? Game of Thrones is slightly grounded compared to other fantasy settings so what I'm assuming is probably just medieval tonics and alcohol?
>>4634200>Hey Boggs what are the other rings from our studies. 3 links of green gold in Alchemy, 3 links of silver in Healing, and 1 link of blued steel in Navigation. >What can we actually make with Alchemy? Game of Thrones is slightly grounded compared to other fantasy settings so what I'm assuming is probably just medieval tonics and alcohol?Yup, tonics are the main focus. Due superstition and a lack of basic scientific knowledge, they're regarded as "potions," often magical, by most. Most smallfolk would call you a hedge wizard. I've fleshed it out a bit, though. A lot of the herbs you'll be coming across will have actual names. I've changed some of the real names when appropriate (St. John's Wort to Balm Wort, etc.). I'm also trying to distinguish between the Alchemist Guild of King's Landing and the more scientific take that the maesters have been encroaching in on. The mysticism sprinkled over everything by a lot of other practitioners should be an interesting challenge to unravel for Tristan when he starts coming across unknown, foreign creations.
>>4634267Can we get our hands on black candles and if we did, could we make sense of them? This is of course a retarded question as candled started burning with the return of dragonsWhat about Pyromancy? That’s a popular field.
>>4634287Alchemist fire is a very closely guarded secret.
>>4634524Maybe we can buddy up a young and bright Maester named Marwyn?
>>4634287>Can we get our hands on black candles and if we did, could we make sense of them? You'd probably be just as lost as all the others with those. Unless you're up for a vacation to Old Valyria?>What about Pyromancy? That’s a popular field.Wildfire is only known by the Guild in King's Landing. It's major point of debate for the alchemy focused maesters. They don't know how to make it and it's too volatile to safely study, so they can't quite rationalize it. This triggers their 'tism. There are also some old, unproven myths around transmuting metals that tend to lead to a great deal of debate.
>>4634667>vacation to Old ValyriaIs there anything canon about the ruins?
>>4634669people who go there tend to die
>>4634669There is some background stuff about a Princess Aerea Targaryen flying there on a dragon and then coming back after a year. Pretty much spirals into a horror story from there... and now it's technically off-limits. But who can prove where you've been?>>4634672Also this.
>>4634674He does get called out once by a Harlaw on that story. He got almost uncharacteristically butthurt about it.
>>4634674Euron lies about everything and cuts the tongue out of every crewmember.
>>4634680He got called out by the Reader, the only person that can call him out at that crowd, so yeah.
>Can I please get 1 roll of 3d6 for Convince and 1 roll of 5d6 for Knowledge (Education)?
Rolled 1, 4, 1 = 6 (3d6)>>4634769
Rolled 3, 4, 1, 2, 1 = 11 (5d6)>>4634769EducationThese rolls are hilarious
>>4634775>>4634801Fail on both. Huh. Can I get 1 more roll of 2d6 for Charm?
Rolled 5, 6 = 11 (2d6)>>4634804
>>4634806There's a nice save. This is shaping up to be an interesting meeting.
We are gonna need some animals maybe a manticore or snakes
>>4634812We save the day being a cute puppy:3
“Can I bring her, father? She might be useful,” you ask.“If she speaks out of turn, it’s on you,” he waves you off.You hurry over to the two ladies. They’re having a heated discussion in their Lysene tongue as they are led away by the steward.“Lady Aemelia,” you call. They both spin around to face you. “I’m going to discuss the wine with my uncle. Do you want to come?”Her suspicion is obvious. “Why?”“Why what?”“Why are you inviting me?”>Rolled 5 vs DC 13. Severe Failure. (Intrigue Defense 11, +2 from Dislike Disposition)“Why not? You may know something useful,” you point out. Somehow, this bothers her too. “Are you mocking me now? Does this amuse you?” she demands. “No. In truth, this is all a great nuisance to me. I was told I would wed some nice lady of House Cordwayner with big teats that would take care of these trivialities for me while I focused on my work. Yet here we are,” you tell her. You probably shouldn’t have said that, but your father wasn’t off the mark in suggesting your mouth has gotten you into trouble before. She’s too shocked to speak, opting to stand there trembling with balled fists clutching her skirts. You turn for the stairs without another word. You don’t know what else to say. To your surprise, she actually follows after a moment, though she doesn’t speak a word.You’re both forced to wait outside the manse’s second floor solar for a short while. Well, closer to a good hour, you think. The two brothers apparently have much to discuss in private… or they’re just taking their sweet time. At least you’re not the only ones waiting. You’ve never seen your lord uncle without a small host of advisors trying to whisper in his ear or rushing to be the first to laugh at his jests. One wears a maester’s chain and glowers at you whenever you catch his eye. You glance over his links anyway. Silver, of course. Respectable enough. You have one more than him, though. That’s amusing. Gold… boring. Copper… history has its uses, you suppose. Iron. Lots of iron. Iron is for war. Interesting to see a scholar who fancies himself a general, a near mirror opposite to your lord uncle. My, to be a beetle on the wall when those two speak… you partially suppress a snort that echoes the quiet hall. The others quickly look to you as if you’ve somehow broken the King’s Peace. What? Were they trying to listen through the door? Probably. The maester ruffles himself up and looks like you force-fed him a lemon. You turn away to the others instead. Aside from a young, clean-shaven knight who you’re fairly certain is not a cousin of yours, there are two others dressed in fineries that make you look the pauper even in your borrowed clothes. Merchants, perhaps? And then there is Aemelia. She’s still yet to say a word… but you suppose she might get her chance soon.Your father finally opens the oaken doors. “In,” is all he says to everyone.
>>4635563The advisors are quick to scurry ahead. Rude. The knight at least holds the door for you and Lady Aemelia. You enter to see your lord uncle comfortably seated in his personal chair. He’s the true owner of this manse, though he much prefers to spend his days in Sunhouse with the occasional trips to Sunflower Hall to hold court. “Tristan! My, you’ve grown since I last saw you. I have heard tale you have been quite busy of late. Oh, no need to be shy of it. Come now,” he waves you over to a seat with a wide smile. He’s usually smiling, but your father told you in his cups that it’s just a farce. “Ah, and you must be the lovely Lady Aemelia. My dear brother has already told me so much of you. Please, sit. The more the merrier for this game. Now,” Lord Benifer claps his hands together with an excited smile. “We shall have a tasting of the wines. Niklas, if you will?”One of the finely dressed fellows sets about pouring cups from several casks set up against the wall of the solar. The knight ends up getting up to help him when his lord begins to tap impatiently upon the arm of his gilded chair. “These are all wines of the Reach, but only one is the future. I want the both of you to tell me which it is. I should think it would be obvious, but one can never be too sure,” your uncle smiles and gestures for you both to drink while he takes to his own personal goblet. >Rolled 10 vs DC 12 for Knowledge of the wines, Failed. What has these men so tense? It’s a wine tasting. You thought you were going to have to listen to everyone drone on about simplistic problems. This is much better. You go between the cups. “This pink has turned,” you comment. “It’s filled with bubbles. Easy out, there.”You keep going. The white is watery. The more yellowed white is horrid. You’d only use it to dress wounds and say as much. The other three are reds and… unremarkable. >Rolled 11 vs DC 11 for Charming Lord Benifer. Success.“You are serious. Terrence, have you put me up to some elaborate jest?” Lord Benifer asks when you’re done picking apart the vintages. He’s no longer smiling.“Father is too serious for that, my lord. These are all truths. My favorite might be the strongwine. That fortified red. It has an appealing sweetness and would at least travel well. Will we be trying your wine today, uncle? I was looking forward to it,” you ask.His mouth hangs agape. That’s a first. Your father is burying his face in his hands. The rest of the room looks scandalized aside from Aemelia. Was it something you said? Ah, she has good teeth! Wonderful! You were worried about that.
>>4635571“Young man, do you have any idea what you speak of? Why, I will have you know—” one of the advisors starts blustering.“Get out,” your uncle cuts him off. He looks furious. The others flinch at their lord’s sudden change in mood.“My lord—”“All of you get out of my sight. Now. Not you, Tristan. You will stay. And you, I suppose,” your uncle nods to Aemelia. Your father wordlessly claps you on the shoulder as he exits. Lord Benifer takes a long sip from his goblet while facing the windows overlooking the water. “Those were all my wines. I had hopes for perhaps three of them…”“I have been told my tastes are too sensitive, my lord,” you say, trying to be apologetic. That’s unfortunate. You shoot a look to Amelia. She buries her smirk behind a cup. “No, no. There is no such thing. You were right, Tristan,” he sighs. “It is my vintners who are to blame. There are times when I believe I am surrounded by lickspittles… it makes me miss your father dearly, but he is of greater use here than to the south as he constantly reminds me…” he favors Lady Aemelia with a look. “And what of you, my Lady of Clawwater? I assume one of your pedigree has had more than their fair share of fine wines.”She ignores the slight. “The pink, my lord.”“The pink? Truly?” he leans in.“My… betrothed was not wrong. It has turned… and yet the flavor is still acceptable,” she actually takes another sip and mulls it over. “Lys has its share of sweetwines and everything else besides. What captivates is crossing boundaries. The bubbles are taboo, no? And yet they excite the mouth. Such a bold offering could be the talk of the masquerade.”“The taste might be fine now, but it’ll be turning to vinegar after a voyage if it doesn’t crack the casks first,” you point out.“Can you do nothing for that? I thought you were supposed to be the great alchemist. Such a thing should be trivial, no?” she toys. “It has never been done before, not to my knowledge,” you frown. “In theory… perhaps.”“Well, Tristan. If you were to ship a wine, what would you ship? I would hear some honesty for a change of pace,” Lord Benifer asks.>Profit first, legacies later. You do think there is a decent case for proceeding with just the strongwine. It’s no trendsetter, but it will travel well and should fetch a good price. [Rogue]>You’re sure there is a decent chance his vintners at least mean well. You could try working with them to see what can be salvaged of the rest, even if that may mean a delay in your departure. [Healer]>You’re actually intrigued by Aemelia’s thoughts on the pink wine. With enough experimenting and the right resources, you think you could stabilize the bubbles and make something unique. Perhaps that should be the focus. [Alchemist]>Something else.
>You’re actually intrigued by Aemelia’s thoughts on the pink wine. With enough experimenting and the right resources, you think you could stabilize the bubbles and make something unique. Perhaps that should be the focus. [Alchemist]
>>4635580>You’re actually intrigued by Aemelia’s thoughts on the pink wine. With enough experimenting and the right resources, you think you could stabilize the bubbles and make something unique. Perhaps that should be the focus. [Alchemist]Then I thank my lady for getting my back, with a cup of Arbor Red and out of father’s sight of course
>>4635580>>You’re actually intrigued by Aemelia’s thoughts on the pink wine. With enough experimenting and the right resources, you think you could stabilize the bubbles and make something unique. Perhaps that should be the focus. [Alchemist]If we are going to bother shipping something, then it should be worth shipping - a pink champagne would be an exotic commodity. At the very least, it would stand out amongst competitors.
>>4635580>You’re actually intrigued by Aemelia’s thoughts on the pink wine. With enough experimenting and the right resources, you think you could stabilize the bubbles and make something unique. Perhaps that should be the focus. [Alchemist]
>>4635580>>You’re actually intrigued by Aemelia’s thoughts on the pink wine. With enough experimenting and the right resources, you think you could stabilize the bubbles and make something unique. Perhaps that should be the focus. [Alchemist]
>>4635580>You’re actually intrigued by Aemelia’s thoughts on the pink wine. With enough experimenting and the right resources, you think you could stabilize the bubbles and make something unique. Perhaps that should be the focus. [Alchemist]Inb4 we flub the Alchemy roll
>unanimous entrepreneurial spiritI hope we don't poison someone
>>4636245>We roll 5 1s on the Alchemy roll to stabilize the wine
>>4636291Straight from wanted man in Westeros to wanted man in Lys
>>4636299there's always a willing buyer in the summer islands, or the iron islands
>>4636315“You should watch yourself around me, I’m wanted in 12 countries!”“For what?”“Wine-making!”
>>4636331His name is double 0 nillHe has a license to distill
>>4636331Hey in the worst case scenario we can sell our wine to the House of Black and White, they have an appetite for drinks that euthanize patrons..
“I’ll admit I’m partial to Lady Aemelia’s challenge, uncle,” you say. “Some trial and error with the right resources could yield something… unique.”“The right resources. Such as what?” Lord Benifer asks. He seems intrigued enough so far. You pull out one the vitality potions that you tucked away into your belt… nearly broke a vial earlier trying to find a suitable pocket in your borrowed doublet. What a horribly impractical article of clothing. No pockets and yet they all have the nerve to mock your choices in attire? You hold the vial up for your uncle, and you suppose Aemelia, to see. “There’s a lot I would have to work out, my lord, but I at least have a foundation. I use stoppered glass rather than wood for a reason. This lets in less corruption,” you say.“Corruption? What sort of corruption is this?” he frowns, stroking his mustache and peering at the vial.“The corruption on the air. It’s what causes the decay… some have theorized it’s what ages us, that we are all slowly decaying. I’ll admit it feels something is missing, but the theory has its merits,” you explain.“You mean to say air is… poison?” your uncle whispers the last. He and Aemelia both look rather put off by the notion. “In a sense,” you shrug. “It’s just a theory… albeit a theory that is almost certainly correct.”“Then what keeps it from strangling us?” Aemelia cuts in.“Doesn’t it? It’s just slow. The older you get, the more you breathe in, the more likely you’re to catch nastier coughs. That’s at least in part due to the corruption,” you point out. “Why have I not heard of this bloody malady until now?” Lord Benifer demands. Why’s he gone so pale?“Hmm. Any maester worth his links would know… come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever heard them speak of it outside the Citadel. Odd, that. I’d imagine it’s just a matter of it being the sort of knowledge that sends folk into panics for no good reason. Just like… well… most things, really,” you mull it over.
>>4637077“On with it, what can stave this corruption off?” your uncle presses.“The Gods?” you hazard a guess. “That’s usually what it comes back to… apologies my lord, but that’s not the important part. What matters are these,” you lightly tap the glass vial, “they keep the air out a sight better than any wood cask I’ve ever heard of. That’s what you’d want if you were to better control the aging of this bubbly wine. The trouble is these are of poor quality, too prone to shatter when taxed… and they will be taxed. Not the coin sort of tax. More the pressure from the transmutation.”“Translutetion. That’s the spell you alchemists work into metals, is it not?” your uncle points out, looking rather unnecessarily pleased with himself for his butchery of the word.“In a sense, my lord… here, it’s a sort of natural process. The wine reshaping its form to that of vinegar. The corruption greatly aids the change, some would say it’s the very cause. The bubbles form as a part of the process. The trouble here is, we want to keep the bubbles and yet the bubbles want to escape the vessel. They multiply until they put such a force upon the glass to cause it to shatter. Put simply, my lord, we need stronger glass,” you explain.“If that is all, then I will simply have stronger glass made,” he proclaims as if that will make it so.Both you and Aemelia start to speak at the same time. You stop and look to her. That’s curious. Does she actually know something that isn’t knitting and fashion trends? “Westerosi are poor glass makers, my lord. If you want quality, then I bid you look to Myr,” she says. That’s… what you were going to say?“How’d you know that?” you ask her.“Perfumes.”“Ah.”“Then you must stop there as well as Lys. I would see this wine make its debut without delay. What else is needed?” Lord Benifer asks.“Trial and error, my lord. We must find the ideal mixture with which to bottle. I do hope someone had the sense to take notes on that vintage. It’s a fine enough starting point,” you say.
>>4637078“Very well. I will put it to my advisors. No doubt they will nag at me over costs as they are wont to do… here is what we will do, Tristan. I have some fairly delicate matters to see to over the next few days. A lord’s troubles, you understand. I will have your father collect you as this tourney comes to an end. We will discuss the particulars at such time,” Lord Benifer decides.He sends you on your way with one of his cheery false smiles with a passing word for you to tell your father to join him. You sketch a sloppy bow when you notice Lady Aemelia curtsey and then exit the solar. The advisors and your father are still waiting without. You briefly pass word to your father and continue on your way. You have too many thoughts on your mind to pay the others any attention. “You are a wizard,” Aemelia says beside you. “Hmm? What of it?” you ask, mind still grasping at words from an old book. You could dearly use some references right about now. There is so much to do.“I had thought you some common smuggler, some pretender,” she says.“Odd… you did well in there,” you comment as you peer outside. “It would be cloudy… where would you put it? An hour before dusk or two?”“It’s nearly time…” she says. Her voice sounds off. You look over and see her trembling with a tear running down her cheek.“Are you well?” you ask, a bit alarmed at the display. You’ve never seen her look so… vulnerable?“Yes… no. I don’t know. I don’t know anything right now,” she admits. Somehow her own words only upset her more.You should probably do something, but what?>Go get her mother or something. She’ll be a better help than you. [Alchemist]>What she needs is a good stiff drink and you know the place to get them. Perhaps the tavern will liven her up. [Healer]>This whole day has been beyond bloody awkward so far, in part because you haven’t had a moment of peace. Perhaps the two of you should just go out by yourselves for a while. [Rogue]>Something else/something to add?
>>4637079>This whole day has been beyond bloody awkward so far, in part because you haven’t had a moment of peace. Perhaps the two of you should just go out by yourselves for a while. [Rogue]W I L D C A R D
>>4637079>Go get her mother or something. She’ll be a better help than you. [Alchemist]
>>4637079Can we just sit down and talk, no drinks?
>>4637188Sure. The Rogue option was probably going to turn into a private talk away from everyone else, but you can stay put if you want to write that in. Even if you're not there to drink, IC you'd know going to the tavern means your mother and whoever else will end up crowding you.
>>4637079>This whole day has been beyond bloody awkward so far, in part because you haven’t had a moment of peace. Perhaps the two of you should just go out by yourselves for a while. [Rogue]
>>4637079>>This whole day has been beyond bloody awkward so far, in part because you haven’t had a moment of peace. Perhaps the two of you should just go out by yourselves for a while. [Rogue]Poor guy is more autistic with women than me...
>>4637079>>What she needs is a good stiff drink and you know the place to get them. Perhaps the tavern will liven her up. [Healer]
>>4637079>>This whole day has been beyond bloody awkward so far, in part because you haven’t had a moment of peace. Perhaps the two of you should just go out by yourselves for a while. [Rogue]
>>4637210Okay, I was thinking not the tavern but the private chat to work things out so:>This whole day has been beyond bloody awkward so far, in part because you haven’t had a moment of peace. Perhaps the two of you should just go out by yourselves for a while. [Rogue]
Can I get 1 roll of 2d6 for Charm to see if you can get her to relax first?
Rolled 5, 1 = 6 (2d6)>>4637799
Lmao. I don't know character progression will work in this quest, but I think Tristan should start taking pointers on how to talk to people.
>>4637810DC was 10 under the circumstances, so at least it's not a crit fail this time.
>>4637813Maybe brew a potion that gives a charm bonus?
>>4637833What kind of herbs or substances would you put into it?
>>4637835>Martini. >Shaken, not stirred.Codename: SunflowerAuthorization: License to distill
>>4637819GIVE HER THE sad puppy eyes
>>4637810We’re so damn bad at talking sometimes it hurts. Top kek
What do you do? It strikes you as a hugging sort of moment, but you’re vaguely aware that ladies of her birth have a pile of confusing rules on touching. You give it a try anyway. It turns into a brief half-hug when she tenses up at the contact. She smells nice.“I don’t know what I’m doing either,” you admit. “Honestly, this is all beyond bloody awkward and I’d rather be doing just about anything else.”“I am sorry my presence is such a bother for you…” Lady Aemelia says. Her reply lacks the bite you’ve come to expect. You note a couple of washerwomen down the hall watching you both stand around like fools. One of them poorly stifles a snigger. You will track in mud for this.“Let’s go,” you decide. “Go? Where?”“Out. Somewhere else. I’m tired of being gawked at and playing at some courtier. These aren’t even my clothes. It’s absurd.”“They are a touch ill-fit…” she remarks as she gives you a onceover. “I hadn’t noticed,” you mutter, then set off for the exit. She follows.“Are you not going to ask anyone?”“Ask them what?”“To leave?”Now it’s your turn to gawk at her. “Why would I ever do that? I go where I please.”“Will your father not be wroth with you?”“I’ve set foot in this manse precisely twice now. So long as I don’t come back with the City Watch on my heels again, I don’t think he could give a fig where I go. Ah, and that would be his men chasing me, so…” you shrug. “And what of me? Am I not his ward?”“Are you?”“He paid my ransom to House Hightower…”“Hmm. Nice of him. We’re still leaving.”“I am telling my mother first. She has been worried enough today. And I would like to freshen up,” she insists. You’re forced to oblige, if only because there’s a coin flip’s chance she’s just looking for a privy after the wine sampling. You were just going to use the gardens, but this works…She comes out wearing the same deep blue dress and shawl as before, but she at least seems better composed. You leave from there to…“Where are we going?” Aemelia asks.“I hadn’t gotten that far. It’s about the journey, not the destination,” you quip with a small smile. It does feel rather good to be on the dealing end of that line. Your old captain used it entirely too much for your liking. “You are aware it is winter, yes?” she points out while you busy yourself snagging the last three apples from a tree in the garden on your way out. Better than buying one, even this early in the season. You’ve only a paltry handful of silver stags until the tourney. You toss her one. Neither of you have had the chance at a decent meal today.
>>4638460“I would rather freeze than linger in that manse. I’d considered the tavern as well, but that might just be worse between Mother and Yvetta and Holly… no, not the tavern.”“Your mother and sisters work in a tavern?” she asks. She doesn’t seem thrilled by the notion.“My mother owns the tavern. I have no sisters, just a brother. The other two just work there. Well, Yvetta was more a temporary thing.”“Is one your lover?” “What? No. Holly has a boy of her own running about and I can assure you that dirty little creature isn’t mine. Yvetta is just a friend of sorts. At least I think we are friends? She was on the ship,” you explain.“The smugglers…”“Just so. The ship was taken two moons ago. I happened to be at market. Lucky, I suppose,” you say as you clear the alley and find yourself upon the waterway ringing the city like a crescent moon. You’re on the southern side of the Mander River’s mouth. “And the others?”“Caught. Dead or wearing black.”“Good,” she mumbles. A bit harsh…“And you?” you turn the questioning around. “My father fell fighting at that detestable merchant’s villa. They came for my mother and I later. A Knight of the Watch took us to the High Tower and let his men sack our home.”“Sorry,” you wince. Bad topic.“Don’t be. My father… he was not a good man… and I know this is better than it could have been. As much as it disgusts me that some watchman’s trollop is wearing my better dresses, at least I wasn’t defiled or killed. And this latest humiliation could have played out worse… not that I am pleased with this,” she hastily adds.“Am I that bad?” you stop and ask. It’s an honest question.She looks at you for a long moment. “It’s cold. We should go somewhere warmer.”This time she leads, and back the other way. “I cannot stand the sight of the High Tower any longer,” she explains. You point out some taverns and winesinks near the water that should be warm enough, but she adamantly refuses them all, instead dipping into an almshouse. To your surprise, she actually slips a ring off and drops it into the giving bowl at the entryway. “I hadn’t quite placed you as the pious sort,” you say when she picks out a bench in the back. You can smell some sort of stew cooking somewhere deeper within as the sound of children’s laughter rings off the stones. “You don’t know me very well, do you?” she points out. “No, I suppose not. You could share… if you want.”
>>4638461“… I like religion,” she finally says after a spell of silence. “It’s a mirror of who we are, who we could be. It is only that the mirror can be dirtied at times… these are not my gods, not truly, but I can appreciate them and what they do for so many.”“You keep other gods?”“Many and more,” she admits. “You may blame my mother if you wish. She did not care to adopt my father’s practices. You were to be a maester. What made you stray from your path? You wanted for women?”“Not as a priority, no. I’ve heard I make a very poor bastard in that sense. I just wasn’t keen on being a servant. I wanted to make my own path,” you tell her. She studies you a bit more closely. The torchlight makes her ink black eyes glitter. “It was not you that bothered me so.”“What do you mean?”“You asked if you were so bad. It was not you… you could use a great deal of refinement, but you do not strike me as a brute. You could stand to be far less insulting as well. It is like you were raised in the woods…”“I thought it wasn’t me that was the problem,” you remind as she lingers on underscoring that particular point.“I was bred and raised to be wed,” she continues. “I was weaned on tales of love and chivalry and how wonderous my wedding would be, how much honor I would bring to House Clawwater. But those were all just songs and stories. I knew that before, but there is knowing and there is seeing. This is not even for the good of my House. My House is dead. My father is dead. My mother is of no help and can only ask of herself. I am left with only myself and the tatters of my dignity.”“And me, I suppose…”“And you…” She holds out a hand. “Help me up. There should be a septon here.”“You really don’t want to try the stew. I know it smells fine enough, but trust me on this…” you warn.“What I want is to do this now on my own terms.”“Wait… vows?”“What else?”>If that’s what she wants, then that works for you. [Alchemist]>You’d like to stick to your father’s plan and let your family see this. [Healer]>Try to convince her to wait. Maybe you could figure out some way to make this better. [Rogue]>Something else.
>>4638463>>If that’s what she wants, then that works for you. [Alchemist]
>>4638463>If that’s what she wants, then that works for you. [Alchemist]
>You’d like to stick to your father’s plan and let your family see this. [Healer]Gotta at least let mother see this
Write-in: how about we do one set of vows with her now for her sake, and another set for the family's sake? We're also going to marry once, and it would be cruel to exclude our mother.
>>4638848I like it. These are not her gods anyway.
>>4638848Add one vow to her mother’s gods in Lys and I’m in.
>>4638888This. We need to bond with our mother-in-law and show her that our intentions are good and we will be a caring husband to her daughter.
>>4638463>>You’d like to stick to your father’s plan and let your family see this. [Healer]
>>4638463>>Try to convince her to wait. Maybe you could figure out some way to make this better. [Rogue]
>>4638848I'm gonna switch my vote to this. We can do a secret ceremony with her mothers Gods involved and then the 'real' ceremony later
>>4638463>Try to convince her to wait. Maybe you could figure out some way to make this better. [Rogue]
Alright, it looks like the majority is for doing something involving her gods to appease her now and then doing the normal ceremony with family present later. Works better than what I had planned.
“But these are not your gods,” you point out in the face of her sudden resolve.“No, but they are gods. They bear witness from the statues.”“Still seems off… why can’t we just do both?” you ask.“Both? What do you mean both?”“Something for your gods now and then the other ceremony later. I skip out on letting my mother see a ceremony and she’s never going to shut up about it,” you say.“You are worried for your mother’s scolding,” she says with a ghost of a smile.“You should be, not me. She can’t stay mad at me. She’ll blame you and then more than like my father somehow.”“She coddles you? You are her baby boy?” Aemelia says with a lilting tease.“I wouldn’t go that far…” you frown.“I tease. I like your idea… Tristan,” she decides. “Come.”“Where?”“To a temple I know,” she leads you out by the arm. “You expect to find a temple in the cradle of The Seven?”“What do I need to find? I already know where it is,” she looks down at your arm that she’s wrapped hers around. “You are terrible at this. Bend your arm and hold it steady.”“Like this?” “Close enough.”“Why have I never heard of this place?”“Have you ever asked after a Lysene temple?”“No… but still, you’d think one would know of the sort.”“This is the second largest port of trade in the Seven Kingdoms. I would expect most stepping off ships from across the sea yearn for their gods and their homes. Lysene are no exception.”You continue on with hardly a word. Aemelia is either content with the silence or her thoughts are somewhere else entirely. In any case, she doesn’t seem cross with you, so you don’t risk ruining the moment. The sun is upon the horizon as you come across the place. It’s a weathered marble building upon a weedy yard right next to an actual sept. If you were just walking about, you would’ve taken it for an old mausoleum. Aemelia leads you inside to a more richly appointed interior. The floor is of patterned marble and the alcoves of the walls contain statues of what you can only assume are gods. Some are rather ordinary, and others look like beasts of legend.
>>4639880“So… how does this work? I see no septon or priest,” you ask.“Nor will you here. In Lys, matters are different… more complicated. Our pact here is with the gods,” she gestures to the statues. “And with each other.”“All of the gods?” you ask, looking at the many statues lining the walls.“No, at least not now. I only know the rites well enough for a few. All would be… tiring,” she says with a blush.“Which ones?”“That I leave to you. I am grateful enough that you would do this at all,” she says, then walks along the walls.“There is Bakkalon,” she gestures to a marble child wielding a sword. “For protection, security. It is common in marriages for alliance. This one is simple.”“Our Lady of Love,” she continues, stopping in front of a statue of a generously proportioned nude woman draped in silks. “For… this one is more of… lust.”“Ah. Here? Now?”“That is the offering…” Aemelia keeps walking rather than meet your gaze. “And this is Yndros… of the Twilight,” she whispers a bit more reverently. “In this sense, an offering to Yndros is the most serious and binding. It is becoming One.”“More serious than the Love part?” you ask. You would’ve thought that would be the one she’d be restrictive on.“Yes, much more. These are not the rites of the Seven which so restrict pleasure. Love is Lust here, but Lust is not Love in your Seven’s sense. Lust is fleeting. Yndros… with Yndros there is no going back. It is an exchange of blood,” she explains.“And you would do that?”“If you are serious about this, yes.”Which will you choose?>Bakkalon for a vow of mutual security and protection.>Love for a vow of Lust.>Yndros for a vow of Oneness.Choose as many or as few as you want. Any vote that does not include a particular choice will be taken as a “no” for that choice.
>>4639881>Bakkalon for a vow of mutual security and protection.>Love for a vow of Lust.>Yndros for a vow of Oneness.One for our families,One for our bodies,One for our minds.
>>4639881>>Bakkalon for a vow of mutual security and protection.>>Love for a vow of Lust.>>Yndros for a vow of Oneness.
>>4639881>>Bakkalon for a vow of mutual security and protection.>>Love for a vow of Lust.>>Yndros for a vow of Oneness.All in baby. Although I do feel Tristan might have second thoughts about the love/lust part. Poor man just wanted to brew his potions...
>>4639881>>Bakkalon for a vow of mutual security and protection.>>Love for a vow of Lust.>>Yndros for a vow of Oneness.it's not like they're real anyway, we're a man of science
>>4639881>Bakkalon for a vow of mutual security and protection.>Love for a vow of Lust.>Yndros for a vow of Oneness.Tristan ending a normal day doing some heathen soul binding sex ritual with a half foreign noble lady all because he wanted to prove a point about not being led around too much is the most accidental chad thing I have ever seen in a quest
>>4639881>Bakkalon for a vow of mutual security and protection.
>>4639881>Bakkalon for a vow of mutual security and protection.>Love for a vow of Lust.>Yndros for a vow of OnenessUN-ANIMOUS BABY
Poor Yvetta, yoy should've just been straightforward. Now she's losing her man because the Lysene are just more straightforward when it comes to their desires
>>4640591it's not you Yvettait's me
>>4640591Technically both Tris and Aemilia ended up in this situation unknowingly
>>4639881>Bakkalon for a vow of mutual security and protection.>Love for a vow of Lust.>Yndros for a vow of Oneness.ALL IN
“Those all sound fine. If that’s what you want,” you decide.“All of them? This is no jest?”“Why would it be? We’re already here.”She studies you closely. You’d give more than a groat for a peek at her thoughts. This is the most bloody confusing woman you’ve ever met and that’s saying something. They’re all confusing…“Help me with my dress,” she finally commands.“Already?” you ask, your heart pounding.“It will make this easier,” is all she says. She turns for you to undo the laces. All the better that she doesn’t see your hands shake. She slips out and lets it pool around her legs, leaving her in a sheer shift with stockings to ward off the cold. “Is that silk?” you ask. “Of course. Though it is becoming too threadbare…” she notes, toying with the sides. You’re not sure if she is deliberately teasing you or if she’s just shy. She notes you watching. “Sit. On the floor.”You sink down to the marble, watching as she retrieves a bronze chalice from the altar. She bends down and reaches up into her stockings to retrieve a dirk. “I was not sure of you,” she says when she notices your surprise. “Yours?”You… don’t have one. “What if we were attacked?” she huffs. The shift clings tighter to her form when she places her hands on her hips.“I’d not planned on being attacked,” you shrug. “Is this a problem?”She looks to the altar of Bakkalon. “You can vow to protect me, but I cannot vow to protect you. It is an exchange of arms…”“Fine. I’ll have to give you something later… what is that?” you interrupt the Lysene words she begins at sight of the thin strip of cloth covering her womanhood. It was exposed when she removed the dirk’s sheathe to pass to you.“What? Oh… I forgot that was not the fashion here…” Aemelia blushes.“You mean to say Lysene women go about with smallclothes brushing up between their legs?” you ask. You’ve never heard of the like.“It is cleaner and more comfortable…” she defends.“It is lewd,” you rightfully point out. She glares at you and slips the strings binding it at her hips, then tosses the cloth on your head. “Keep interrupting and it goes in your mouth,” she warns. You’re too distracted by the brief glimpse of the black crown between her legs to retort. She straddles you while you’re distracted, still wearing her silken shift.“Repeat these words,” she says, going into a stream of oaths in the Lysene tongue that you’d like to think you do a decent job not butchering too badly. The consonants are troublesome with how subtle the tongue is. She eventually passes you the dirk with a soft smile. “It is done?” you ask.“It is.”
>>4641711You hold her expectant gaze. “What next?” “Well…” she bites her lip and looks down at where you’re both nearly joined at the hips. She meets your eyes again. Realization dawns. “You have not done this before.”“You might recall I was training to be a maester.”“Yes, but not even a whore?”“And catch a pox? Are you mad?” you say. You’d seen a few cases as an acolyte that tested your stomach more than any stormy sea ever had. “You do make a poor bastard. I like that… here,” she takes your hand and guides it between her legs. “Touch me right there,” she leans forward and whispers in your ear. So, you do. She wraps her arms around your neck and whispers a breathy prayer near your ear that gives way to less intelligible sounds. You turn it into an experiment of sorts to distract from the awkward angle of your arm, varying your ministrations to see how she responds until she shudders and melts into you. She pushes you back to the floor by your shoulders while she catches her breath, then fumbles with your belt. She gives you one last sly look before her face disappears behind her messy dark curls as she takes you in her mouth. It doesn’t take long. For the first time you can recall, your mind truly goes blank. “It tastes of the sea,” Aemelia says after you’re finished. “Fitting, no?”You barely manage a nod in your daze. She goes back to her dress and starts to pull it up while you look on. “That should satisfy the Goddess. The rest we will save for your gods,” she explains. “What next?” you lazily ask. “Yndros. You will need the dirk,” she nervously adds. “Why?”“Blood is required, as I said… are you sure of this? This is very serious. It cannot be undone… I do not want to do this if you are not committed.”“I said I was, didn’t I? Just so long as you’re not going to start bleeding out here…” you add with some concern. She shakes her head. “Just a cut upon the palm. For each of us.”She winces when she cuts hers first. She holds the palm over the bronze goblet from the altar and squeezes to get enough drops for her reckoning then bids you do the same. You do the same, careful not to cut too deep. You’re not a fighter by any means, but you know a thing or two of the chirurgeon’s art. Aemelia takes the goblet from you and swirls the contents while beseeching this Twilight God. “When we drink, we will be of one blood, one body,” she tells you. She offers the goblet to you first.
>>4641714You take an exploratory sip, vaguely aware that what you’re doing would set a septon into fits. It tastes of metal. She watches you intently. You take a fuller sip, then pass the goblet to Aemelia. She quickly downs the rest. “We are One. One heart. One mind. One soul,” she declares, almost as if she can’t believe her own words. You repeat her words. She didn’t tell you to, but it feels like you were supposed to. “You are satisfied?” you ask while she turns over the cup in her hands.“I am… I cannot believe it, but I am,” she actually starts laughing. “This has been a very odd day.”“It’s up there with my stranger experiences,” you agree. “We need to get back,” she sighs. “I would not tempt Ser Cuy sending his watchmen.”“Your smallclothes,” you hand her the dyed cloth strip from the floor. “Keep them. A lady’s favor,” she smirks.You walk back in the same silence you’d set out in. Even so, Aemelia seems in a far better mood than she was earlier. She clings to you much more closely than before. But that may be in part for the growing cold of the night. “You owe me a cloak,” she says.“It is a bit chilly,” you agree.“No. For the wedding. You are supposed to give me a cloak. I want to do this right.”“I haven’t any heraldry,” you frown.“Make one. Or we may do it together…” she fails to stifle a yawn. “On the morrow. Or the day after. I could sleep that long.”“My father wanted us wed tonight,” you point out, though you’re tired enough as well. “And so we are. He need not fear me running off now. I would need to take you with me. We are One. Remember that, Tristan,” she says more seriously.You see the manse up ahead. It’s true enough that your father doesn’t seem to care much on the particulars of this. You doubt he’d fret over a delay, but you have your doubts as to him fully buying in to the validity of a private wedding under the gaze of foreign gods. But would he care if it serves his ends?>You happen to have two vitality potions. Sleep is for the weak. You can still wed tonight. [Alchemist]>You’ll drop her off and see her on the morrow. You can settle things up with your family there and then see about arranging something in the next few days. [Healer] >Go with Aemelia to speak with your father and see if he will content himself with this arrangement for now. There’s no need to rush anything. With some luck, you may even be able to sleep next to her tonight. [Rogue]>Something else.
>>4641717>>You’ll drop her off and see her on the morrow. You can settle things up with your family there and then see about arranging something in the next few days. [Healer]Did they just do a blowjob and a fingering in a public temple where anyone could walk into? Like at any moment a Lysene sailor could burst in and watch? Lmao.>We are OneWhat did we just get ourselves into? We probably agreed to a lot more than poor Tristan understands, didn't we? Like soulmates kind of stuff? Also satisfy my 12 year old virgin brain : was she a virgin?
>>4641717>You’ll drop her off and see her on the morrow. You can settle things up with your family there and then see about arranging something in the next few days. [Healer] >>4641767I don't see any cause to assume that these oaths would be any harder or any easier to keep than marriage vows made under the Seven.
>>4641717>You’ll drop her off and see her on the morrow. You can settle things up with your family there and then see about arranging something in the next few days. [Healer]Let’s tell Father we married in Lyseni fashion and we want Mother to see our wedding. We need a cloak anyway.
>>4641717>Go with Aemelia to speak with your father and see if he will content himself with this arrangement for now. There’s no need to rush anything. With some luck, you may even be able to sleep next to her tonight. [Rogue]
Virgin Maester Tristan BluewatersvsCHAD Sommelier Tristan Sunflowerskeep making us autists proud Tris ;_;7
>>4641717>>Go with Aemelia to speak with your father and see if he will content himself with this arrangement for now. There’s no need to rush anything. With some luck, you may even be able to sleep next to her tonight. [Rogue]My inner alchemist still wants to peddle these two potions and to sleep with his new wife.Perhaps father will gift us with a pair of cloaks (one with POCKETS) for the trouble.
>>4641717>You’ll drop her off and see her on the morrow. You can settle things up with your family there and then see about arranging something in the next few days. [Healer]
>>4641717>>You happen to have two vitality potions. Sleep is for the weak. You can still wed tonight. [Alchemist]
>>4641767>Like at any moment a Lysene sailor could burst in and watch?Yeah, that was a possibility. More of a guarantee if this were in Lys rather than a small, out of the way temple after dusk. Higher profile weddings there would expect an audience.>SpoilerWho knows?>>4641767>>4641786 >Seriousness of oathsI think you're both right. A wedding in the eyes of the Seven is no less demanding in its oaths, but it is also possible that Tristan hasn't quite realized the gravity of his situation either.
>>4641717>>Go with Aemelia to speak with your father and see if he will content himself with this arrangement for now. There’s no need to rush anything. With some luck, you may even be able to sleep next to her tonight. [Rogue]
“If you want a cloak, we can get you a cloak. Sounds simple enough,” you shrug. “It’s only that it might need to wait a few days. My coin is tied up elsewhere.”“In what? I had thought you were new to this merchanting,” Aemelia asks.“My brother’s new armor. For this tourney. It took the bulk of my coin and Yvetta’s to get him in something not like to get him killed in one pass,” you say.“A knight without armor? I have heard of worse investments but not many…” she comments.“It was more about giving him a chance than looking for a solid return.”“Still, if he falls in the first round then we will be left with nothing…”We. Right. Gods that’s strange... “Best to hope he doesn’t, then. At worst there’s my uncle’s investment… whatever that’ll be,” you add.You soon find yourselves at the gate. The guard tells you your father is already out at the High Tower with your uncle, though he doesn’t know why or for how long he will be. You’re not quite sure how to feel about that. Was he planning on missing your wedding all along or was this something urgent? “I guess we part here?” you tell your… wife? “You are not staying?” Aemelia asks.“I can’t. Well, I can. I think. It’s just that I’ve got to explain all of this to my mother and we’d have separate rooms here.”“For the best,” she agrees after mulling it over. “Servants talk. I am sure they are already buzzing of our leaving together. It was very uncouth of you to spirit me away without a lady chaperone. One may say you had designs upon me.”“I didn’t, you di—” She puts a finger on your mouth. “Aside from leaving for Lys, I have had no designs. The gods brought us together for reasons I do not yet know. What we did earlier was sacred. Remember that, Tristan.” She kisses you on the cheek and leaves for the warmth of the manse without another word. Gods what a strange woman. And what an exhausting evening. You could use some warm cider…“Where have you been –what is happening,” Yvetta and your mother both demand the moment they catch sight of you in the tavern. Terrence is present as well. Looks like someone had the good sense to run a bath.“Out. Around. Cider? Warmed, if you will,” you suggest.“One of your father’s men came by and said you were to be wed tonight. Nothing else. He knew as little as I. Yvetta says you wandered off at the market and that’s it. What did you do?” your mother continues.“Nothing. Very little. That’s a nice dress. New?” you ask her. It looks new. “Answer me Tristan or I swear I may just hide you.”“You wouldn’t,” you say. She does look a bit wroth, though. “I was wed. To be wed. Still am. It’s complicated. It’s part of a trade deal and other matters. I’ll have that cider if you please.”
>>4643157“Just get him the cider, Yvetta. Elsewise we’ll be here all night. Am I going to a sept right now, Tristan?” your mother asks.“No.”She breathes a sigh of relief. “Good. You gave us all half a fright.”“Awfully dramatic, are we? Father didn’t make half this fuss.”“Was all this his plan?” she asks.“In part. Some of it was mine, too. I’d already met her.”“You met a woman? Who?” Yvetta cuts in.“So surprised? I’ve met you as well, haven’t I? I’ve been sailing longer than you have. That’s why Roland took me to the meetings,” you wag a finger at her. “And this cider isn’t warm enough.”You turn back to your mother while the Dornish pest steams over a response. “We’re doing the sept part in the next few days or so. I owe her a cloak first. She’s nice… after a fashion. A bit strange, but her mother is foreign so that might be it.”“So, this isn’t the Cordwayner girl? Who is she?” your mother asks as she takes a seat across from you at table nearest the bar.“Lady Aemelia Clawwater.”Yvetta overfills a mug at the bar. “Her?”“You’ve met? I mentioned your name, but she didn’t know you.”“No, I’ve only heard of her,” Yvetta answers.“What’ve you heard, sweetling?” your mother asks her.“Just… stories is all. More about the family and such. Tristan would know better,” she deflects. You frown. Do all of these women follow some sort of code on speaking precisely half their minds?“Clawwater… that’s the House that caused all this mess,” your mother finally realizes. You busy yourself with the cider.“You need a bride’s cloak, brother? You have no heraldry,” Terrence chimes in.“Right, I haven’t sorted that yet. I’m thinking I’ll just make it the same as the ship’s flag.”“You have a ship?” he asks, pleasantly impressed. “No, but I figure we’ll need one soon. Still working on the details there. I’m to trade our lord uncle’s wine with Aemelia’s family in Lys. Lady Aemelia. Trouble is, the wine needs work.”“You met with Lord Cuy today?” your mother asks.“I did. We both did. I told him the wines were awful, so he’s given me the challenge to make one of them into something greater. It’s never been done before, so I’m working mostly off a baseline and some theory. And better glass for a surety. Honestly, it was my wife’s notion,” you explain.“Your wife?” your mother interrupts.“Wife. Betrothed. Whichever. So, I’ll need to get the glass in Myr and see about a buyer in Lys. But first, I’ll need the cloak,” you yawn. “All of this was since the market?” your mother asks.You nod. You’re about ready to sleep on the table.“I told you. What did I tell you? If you let him wander, this is what happens,” your mother starts ranting to Yvetta.
>I’m going to stop it here to give everyone a chance to pitch ideas for the design you want to use for the cloak. It’ll be the same design used to represent you in trading. I’ll post some samples, but don’t feel like you can’t suggest alternate symbols/colors or make your own.
Well that's neat. I can change the shape away from a shield to a flag. Here it is in Aemelia's colors.
Tristan is so autistic that the conversation is grating on me. Had to stop twice. I like this one >>4643164 but both seem kinda... tame to me, but then again, Tristan is not one to care about that.
If we're going ahead with the Sunflower name, why not an actual sunflower instead of a rose? Here's one. One sunflower instead of House Cuy's six. Similar blue background.
Dropped a rose on a caduceus and I think it turned out okay. Alright, I'm have to run for now, but I'll check in tomorrow morning.>>4643185And thanks, good to know.
>>4643222Neat, the program I have didn't have an actual sunflower to add. Only thing to note would be that it would likely need a note of red or another alternative color if it ends up looking too reminiscent of House Cuy. A bastard's burden.
>>4643236Hey, that looks surprisingly good.
>>4643236I was actually thinking 3 flowers in a vase/potion bottle would look good but I don't know how much detail we have to work with
>>4643222>>4643243Can we have a glass cup, in reference to our trade?
>>4643462>>4643515I'm a bit more limited there because I have to type it into a generator instead of using the program I'm used to.
>>4644075I'm just not sure if this was close to what you were thinking of and what colors are preferred.
>>4643236This in black or blue
>>4644077>>4644075Black and Red is probably not the color scheme we want. Targ dynasty colors. not good poaching those colors when they are on or off the throne.
>>4644077I have no idea what I'm doing
>>4644193Fair. I've been sticking red in for the bastard reference, but it's not a strict requirement either.
How is this?
Voting for this >>4644204 or >>4643236
>>4644213I don't know. It looks very good but it's too Tyrell for me.
Yo, I just found the perfect sigil for our winery franchise!
>>4644204This.>>4644209I would like this if it was a flag instead of a picture. >>4644220No green though. They don't have a monopoly on roses and this fits with the Flower name.
>>4644204I like this one
>>4644251>I would like this if it was a flag instead of a pictureI don’t have the tools and skills like Boggs
>>4644251Best flower coming throughFleur-de-Lys
I’m getting the hang of this.
>Are you proud of me Father?
Heh...my boy Tris....just needs a little more time..
Alright, I found something closer to a sunflower after all. This is probably the last design I'm going to put up. I don't want to drag this out too much. Resuming tonight. Please vote on your preferences (a simple link with "I like this one" works for me) before then.
>trip>>4644437I really like this one
>>4644437I'll back this instead of the rose
>>4644437Eh.. whatever, I'll pick this as well.
>>4644437I like this one best, even if it does look like an anus.
>>4644204I cast my vote for this one
>>4644437changing vote to this
You awaken with the sun, much against your better wishes. Too much noise over your brother leaving at such an hour. Your mother wouldn’t let Terrence go back to his stable, so he was forced to spend the night in an actual bed. Quite the punishment… at least he seemed to think so. You’d make a jest that he should wed that damnable horse of his, but you’re worried he may see the merit in it. Before he left, he did invite you to join him a bit later in the day. He’s planning on collecting his armor with Yvetta and shaking the rust off, whatever that entails. As a lowly hedge knight, his part in the tourney begins on the morrow. You give him a noncommittal answer for now as you’re unsure of what meeting Aemelia is going to turn into. You end up half dozing at a table downstairs with a cup of properly warmed cider for a bit before deciding it’s time to face up to your promises of the night prior. There was an old symbol you used to scribble in your notes during the more boring lectures you’d attended at the Citadel. It was a sort of whimsical take on some archaic, alchemical symbols that you’d transmuted into a flower. Fitting, or at least you’d thought so. You could likely get away with draping it over that shade of blue Aemelia seems to favor. That’ll save you some coin from her suggesting she needs dresses of a different dye.
>>4645106You’re led inside the manse by the same guard from the day prior. Aemelia isn’t hard to find. She’s lounging in the downstairs solar with her mother and another younger woman you vaguely recognize. She sees you approach in the hallway. She sits up but doesn’t get up fast enough. Instead, you see the Lady Aelesendra head her off and stride purposely right for you. You flinch as she comes into reach, waiting for the slap. Instead, she plants her hands on your shoulders and gives you a sloppy kiss on each cheek. “You. Ahll goo boy,” she compliments with a wide smile in heavily accented Common. “My thanks?” you try. When did it get so warm out here?“Mama.” Aemelia saves you after she’s done having a giggle with the other lady. “Will you not greet us properly, Tristan?” Aemelia asks, holding out a hand with a sly smile.You kiss it. It’s a first for you. Your experience around proper ladies is very limited. The other lady with the sunny hair holds out a hand as well, so you repeat the gesture. “I told you he would not know me,” she laughs.“Your cousin, Lady Evalaine Cuy,” Aemelia says. You don’t think you’ve seen her in a decade. She was just a little girl then. “Father told me you were to be wed. He did not mention it was to such a pleasant lady,” Lady Evalaine smiles, only making you more confused. Aemelia is pleasant? That’s not quite the word you’d use. Either way, it seems this would be one of the cousins that doesn’t despise you. A rare enough relief. Evalaine would be Lord Benifer’s third daughter and fourth child. The first from his second marriage. “I suppose I got lucky,” you say.“You did,” Aemelia agrees. “We both did. But you are not here to speak of luck, yes?”>You were looking to stay here and try to sort out some logistical issues. Lord Benifer may be busy with his lordly duties, but you doubt he’s the one seeing to the finer details of trade. [Alchemist]>You’ve met her mother. Now she has to meet yours. Take her back to the tavern and try to have a more relaxing day. [Healer]>You’re taking Aemelia to the tourney grounds to check on your “investment.” [Rogue]>Something else.
>>4644437Likin’ it>>4645107>You were looking to stay here and try to sort out some logistical issues. Lord Benifer may be busy with his lordly duties, but you doubt he’s the one seeing to the finer details of trade. [Alchemist]Gotta take care of bizness
>>4645107>>You were looking to stay here and try to sort out some logistical issues. Lord Benifer may be busy with his lordly duties, but you doubt he’s the one seeing to the finer details of trade. [Alchemist]
>>4645107>>You were looking to stay here and try to sort out some logistical issues. Lord Benifer may be busy with his lordly duties, but you doubt he’s the one seeing to the finer details of trade. [Alchemist]So does the main branch actually control a whole town (also called Cuy) southeast of Oldtown as it says in the wiki?
>>4645107>You were looking to stay here and try to sort out some logistical issues. Lord Benifer may be busy with his lordly duties, but you doubt he’s the one seeing to the finer details of trade. [Alchemist]
>>4644437ME GUSTA>>4645107>You were looking to stay here and try to sort out some logistical issues. Lord Benifer may be busy with his lordly duties, but you doubt he’s the one seeing to the finer details of trade. [Alchemist]
>>4645200I think that's in that fanfic wiki for some sort of reddit community. That's not canon, but I suppose their largest village could be called Cuy. I have it set up a little differently here with them having docks+hamlet in their most populated domain. They also have a quarry, several agricultural holdings, and a couple vineyards. The farms are mostly managed by a pair of landed knights.Their most notable holding is actually Sunhouse. It's a separate retreat from their castle of Sunflower Hall that contains expansive gardens and tends to attract musicians and other artists. It brings the House a good amount of prestige in that it is the favored location for feasts and celebrations in the Oldtown demi-region. House Cuy and everyone else on this cropping of the Reach map (aside from the Arbor) are bannermen of House Hightower.
>>4645621That's a lot of holdings! Cuys must be loaded. From posts so far I didn't quite picture how much.
>>4645643>>4645621Wonder how much we can get as an advance payment as a bastard for our new vineture.
>>4645200>>4645621Cuy is a town which lies outside the walls of Sunhouse in the Reach. Cuy and Sunhouse are located along the southern shore of the Reach and are ruled by House Cuy.From the wiki
>>4645643The nature of their claim to influence has them spending their wealth in great quantities as well. Some advisors may say they're overspending. >>4645670I guess we will find out soon enough.>>4645762That's from a fanfic wiki. awoiaf-rp.fandom.com, right? I don't use it because of all of the inconsistences. awoiaf.westeros.org is a much better source.
>>4645762>>4645772Wow, never mind. You're right. It's on another page. Huh. Alright, looks like Cuy it is.
There are wikis of fanfics?
>>4645772While we’re at it, can we talk with these advisors as well? We must have noticed them as significant power brokers from the rude manner they’ve thrown themselves into Father’s solar.
We gotta take the vitality potion for the wedding night, bros. Surprise the waifu with a virgin Chad. (Or is it the Chad virgin?)
Before I forget, can I please get a few rolls for tonight?>1 roll of 2d6 for Tristan's patented Charm skills>1 roll of 5d6 for Empathy to get a better read on your cousin and House Cuy's maester>1 roll of 5d6 for Knowledge (Education) of navigation
Rolled 1, 6 = 7 (2d6)>>4645967
Rolled 5, 3, 4, 5, 4 = 21 (5d6)>>4645967
Rolled 4, 3, 1, 2, 2 = 12 (5d6)>>4645967
Lmao we always roll high on empathy and low on persuasion.
>>4646007Tris is truly one of /us/
>>4645976Failure with your cousin and Aemelia.>>4645986Great Success all around.>>4645987There were different degrees here. Success on the lowest.The maester's Knowledge roll in this post. 5D+1b, +4 is from the Maester benefit.
Rolled 6, 3, 6, 3, 6, 6 + 4 = 34 (6d6 + 4)>>4646166... let's try that again
>>4646171Haha is this good for us or bad..?Also every time we fail that persuasion test, are we lowering our disposition in the eyes of the target or are they patient with our autism? Damn I don't remember rolling so many first impression persuasion tests with Aurion...
>>4646195>Haha is this good for us or bad..?Honestly, good. Yeah, he's looking to out-sperg you a bit after you showing him and the rest up yesterday, but the knowledge he's providing is sound advice that can help you later.>Damn I don't remember rolling so many first impression persuasion tests with Aurion...I'm trying to get in a habit of calling for more rolls since Bo1 lends itself better to framing the posts around a combination of multiple tests rather than leaving me to make assumptions about how the character should be doing. Asking for 3 or more rolls in Bo3 was a slog on the few occasions I really needed to.
>>4646195>Also every time we fail that persuasion test, are we lowering our disposition in the eyes of the target or are they patient with our autism?Yes, it does drop them down 1, but this varies greatly. Depends on the characters in question whether it is going to drop them down in their disposition towards you for an hour, a day, or permanently. Their own traits come into play. Some may get unreasonably butthurt while others will figure out that you (probably, maybe) don't mean anything by it.
>>4635563>wed some nice lady of House Cordwayner with big teatsLmao poor Aemelia, maybe we could invent potion to help her malnourished chest, we could even sell itFinally I managed to catch up, loving it so far also great flower/alchemy designs
>>4646312Why invent a potion and risk something going wrong when a pregnancy and breastfeeding does the same thing?
>>4646171>BackinmydaysMaestersactuallyknewthings.jpegIs it possible to fly ravens to this Maester? Can ravens fly from Lys? In case we need to Googl- I mean read something in Citadel.
>>4646415Well, ravens can only return to where they are trained. We could send messages to him, but he'd need to put mail on a packet to get it to us. And that is assuming that the ravens even manage to get back - we are talking about crossing a sea, after all.
>>4646506Lys is close to the Stepstones so it’s not entirely a sea voyage. Maybe we can ping his router, ping being the sound claws make on an iron bar and router being the name of his raven cage.
“I was hoping to speak on trade,” you tell Aemelia.“Ser Cuy is… somewhere,” Aemelia waves dismissively. Is she still sore over his words from yesterday? “Sleeping, I am sure,” Lady Evalaine giggles. “And Father is out doing whatever lords do.”“Lord Benifer mentioned discussing the wine investments over the tourney, but I wanted to at least settle logistics…” you note the confused look from your cousin. “Logistics. Moving goods. We’ll need a ship to do this properly.”“Can you not simply use a ship that we already own? Or perhaps one of the other Houses could lend us aid?” Lady Evalaine tries to help.“Other Houses will eat our profits and from what I know, House Cuy hasn’t more than a galley or three to its name. You might recall something of a treaty? One thing I’m not about to do is take my new lady wife upon a galley,” you say.“Oh. Yes. The treaty…” your cousin blushes. Honestly, she should know better. Your father’s House and House Dayne have a long-standing treaty backing each away from proliferating upon the seas. Old historic quarrels and such. “I rather like galleys,” Aemelia says with a wistful smile.“You rather like pleasure galleys. The sort that you can take up and down a river or along a league of coast. It’s all fun and games until you’re into your second week and the oarsmen are trying to gawk at you squatting over the side,” you point out.Your cousin covers her mouth and Aemelia looks cross with you all over again. Was that too much? You’d left out all of the finer details of the experience…“Perhaps Lady Aemelia could stay with us and avoid all of the unpleasantness?” Lady Evalaine more meekly suggests.“Tristan does not speak the Lysene tongue. Nor do I trust him not to somehow get himself killed with his mouth regardless,” Aemelia says a bit coldly, then turns to your cousin all smiles again. “Of course, your offer is most generous, my Lady Evalaine. It gladdens me to find true friends in this household. I feared I would be all alone…”That sends your cousin into gushing over her. She simply must attend the wedding and Aemelia must see Sunhouse. Your wife or whatever she is ends up begging her leave with the promise to catch up more later, on what you couldn’t begin to guess. She drags you away with a tight grip on your arm. If nothing else, this was a learning experience. Your cousin is unbelievably vapid, and your wife has a knack for mummery.
>>4646538“See? Is that so hard? Can you not flatter? It is bad enough that I must put up with this family without you somehow making it worse,” she scolds once you are out of earshot.“I thought you seemed to be enjoying yourself with your new friend,” you smirk in response. She looks up at you, keeping her face carefully neutral. “I have no friends. They were all either taken from me by your father’s ilk or they turned their backs upon me at word of my father’s actions.”You continue on in silence. She’s clearly not in the mood for any back and forth. You were just trying to pay her a compliment… “What is this about, Tris?” your father greets when he finally joins you upstairs in the same room from yesterday’s meeting. “I came for Lady Aemelia as I said I would, then thought we might discuss ships since you’re here too,” you say.“Right. Your wife,” he grunts. “The smugglers made you heathen or is this just another one of your experiments?”You look over at Aemelia. “He asked me why we were not yet wed. I told him we were,” she waves it off as if it doesn’t matter. “As much as I’d love to hear your excuses, I don’t much care. A wedding is a wedding by the Crown’s laws. For the sake of appearances, it’ll still need to be done in the… natural way. Elsewise someone in this House will wonder why they weren’t at least invited, even if they plan on making their own excuses,” he says.“Like you?” you softly ask. He looks distinctly uncomfortable and busies himself with a gilded carafe of wine before answering. He’s saved by that crabby old maester with the boring chain. “Ah. Maester Armund. Good of you to join us,” your father greets.“Join? I was looking for… oh, I suppose.” He takes a seat with a glower in your direction.“Fine. Then I’ll get to it if that’s how it’s to be,” you say. “I understand it takes time to settle the particulars on investments with the wine… I’d expect nothing less when dealing with tongueless vintners, but I’d like to at least get the shipping part sorted if I’m to depart any time soon.”“You believe the burden should be upon House Cuy to provide you with a ship? What use is a merchant without a ship? I had assumed a Citadel washout would be a fool, but I was not expecting you to open with a bad jest,” Maester Armund scoffs.“Well, yes. Or at least facilitate my acquiring of a ship. It’s not as if anyone thought I had one when I was approached with this plan. You did know that didn’t you?” you ask.
>>4646543“We have already had and settled this discussion,” your father tells the maester. “The boy needs a ship, or we will look like paupers. We both know that’s the one thing my lord brother will not suffer.”“The cost burden of the cog we discussed is eight hundred dragons. Any less would be insulting. That is simply too much to bear for an untested b— you know what I mean,” the maester grumbles.“A cog? There are faster ships that could be had for a song,” you point out.“Then go sing it, idiot boy, and let me go to my grave knowing this House will remain solvent,” Maester Armund says.“You will speak to him with more respect or you may sell your vinegar to the winesinks,” Aemelia snaps.“You speak to me thus? You of traitor’s blood—” “I do. I sing as well. What sort of song will I sing of you in Lys? I wonder…” Aemelia makes a show of pondering it while the maester gets ruffled up.“A cog has its advantages,” you mull it over with the wine from the carafe, then snort. “This is from the Arbor… I do worry over the bottles. Clinkers roll a bit better.”“Finally, some sense,” the maester nods. “You may find those eastern ships have a sleek look to them, but they break upon the first grey cloud. Never mind what it’ll be with these bottles of yours.”“I sailed upon one for quite some time. Their speed is a great advantage for more than just making the next port in a timely manner,” you say.“What? You mean pirates?” Maester Armund scoffs again at your shrug. “Youth. There is more to escaping pirates than speed. What would you do if you came around a bend in one of your sleek Essosi ships and saw a galleas loaded with unwashed heathens?”“Bend over, I suppose. It’s at the point they have you,” you admit.“Precisely,” the maester slaps the table. “Now you have it. It is strategy that wins the day, not speed. Take a cog away into waters they dare not go. It is the lazy shipmaster who cuts it close to the inlets where such scoundrels nest.”Waters they dare not go.A cog could very well brave the route to the Summer Isles that Roland always made his excuses over. Still, the dangers of the Eastern Passage and of the Stepstones is no less real. Though, if you’re careful, no less dangerous.
>>4646546“Past that, it’s a sounder investment. More robust cargo capacity and your grandchildren will sail it comfortably. Those galley frames are not built to last past the next war,” Maester Armund continues.“May it never come,” your father speaks at last. “Tristan. House Cuy will back your loan for a ship, but a loan it must be. The Bank of Oldtown will bear fruit by our word. We will put up the coin for this glass.”“So, I bear the greater cost in this.”“And the greater profit, if you do this well enough,” your father points out.“What are we to do for a crew?” Aemelia asks.“Oldtown is full of sailors. You needn’t look far,” your father says.“And I have any reason to trust these men? For all I know, they will rape me the moment I leave port and throw us both in the sea with the cargo for the Stepstones,” she says.“Then hire a knight or two,” your knightly father suggests. “I may know some Dornishmen that would—” you start.“Rape you and throw me in the sea the moment we leave port,” your wife interrupts. “If there are no better notions? I would suggest using my lady mother’s House for all of this. Lys does not want for banks, nor servants.”“Slaves, you mean,” the maester says.“Obedient and skilled. I do not deny it. Does that trouble you?” Aemelia says with a dash of dangerous sweetness. >No, really. Yvetta knows all sorts of Dornish pickpo— honest riverfolk that could be trusted to manage a simple cog. [Rogue]>The standard way to do this would be to pay honest wages to experienced sailors, so that’s what you’ll do. [Alchemist]>You’ll go with your lady wife’s take. It will give her the leverage you think she’s craving here, and at least any slaves would fare better under you. [Healer]>Something else.
>>4646550TERRENCE MY BOY
>>4646550>“Obedient and skilled. I do not deny it. Does that trouble you?” Aemelia says with a dash of dangerous sweetnessSlavery is outlawed in Westeros. We could use them in Essos but I don’t see how that’s possible at this moment.What if we approach Terrence for some cheap hedge knight buddies of his for hired help?
>>4646327You are not thinking like an alchemist! think on the profit if we start to sell snake oil increase breast potion/cream>>4646546But wait, are there any slaves in Oldtown? Maybe we can ask father or our wifeI would say hire sailors and get a knight or two
>>4646550If this >>4646566 is possible, we take hedge knights for the voyage to Essos and then >You’ll go with your lady wife’s take. It will give her the leverage you think she’s craving here, and at least any slaves would fare better under you. [Healer]We are in huge debt, we don’t know how to defend ourselves and our wife is on board. Slaves it must be and later we can free them when we’re good financially
>>4646550>>No, really. Yvetta knows all sorts of Dornish pickpo— honest riverfolk that could be trusted to manage a simple cog. [Rogue]
>>4646550>You’ll go with your lady wife’s take. It will give her the leverage you think she’s craving here, and at least any slaves would fare better under you. [Healer]Though we will have to free them, naturally.
>>4646566>>4646578I like the idea of hiring our brother and his buddies and then filling the remaining spots with the lyseni.
>>4646808No, Westerosi knights and slaves together, despite the fact that they are lowly hedge knights, is trouble. They would never accept slavery.We need a two-fold operation: Westerosi hedge knights protecting cargo in blue waters and slaves managing the distribution in rivers and brown waters.Besides, Terrence’s armor is unlikely to amortize itself so he has to compensate us in some fashion. Guarding our cargo is a win-win for everyone.
>>4646550>The standard way to do this would be to pay honest wages to experienced sailors, so that’s what you’ll do. [Alchemist]or>No, really. Yvetta knows all sorts of Dornish pickpo— honest riverfolk that could be trusted to manage a simple cog. [Rogue]We don't have the ability to hire a crew from lys slaves or not. Lysheni are rather famed sailors, but we are in Oldtown, not lys and if we make regular trips we can get people who have a family in Oldtown, family that our lord father is able to facilitate payment of part of their wage. That keeps them honest at least and is a lower entry cost in aquiering that the higher cost of purchasing slaves. Free Lyseni sailors would be the one with better reputation for seacraft but we do not have the connections to get the good ones yet.Smugglers are also a good option if we can somehow get yvetta to get those that may also have some family in Oldtown for the same reason and come with their own unique skill set.Handling very fragile cargo and being discrete is their main thing and if we can have some insurance policy then those would be the best people to aid us in breaking into a new market as they would have the skills to at least deal with intrigues and counter intrigues.
>>4646825I disagree. We as Tristan may not have the coin for slave purchases but we are being sponsored both by House Cuy, who pledged for our loan, and our in-laws in Lys. We have no idea what sort of operation they are running and if our wife is easily tossing around the notion of acquiring slaves, she might know something we don’t.In addition, to man the oars for cargo delivery from Oldtown to Lys, I suggest using galley slaves. Technically they are not slaves, but serving punishments. Unlike smugglers or Dornish thieves these will be put to chains and knights will be overseeing them. One advantageous part of House Cuy’s extravagant feasts is the attraction of camp followers, which with enough alcohol get themselves in a dungeon. House Cuy is a prominent house in the Reach so I assume they have a dungeon with prisoners. To serve a shorter punishment they can man the oars. Either that or by coercion but I doubt feast and tourney folks would be more than petty criminals who have sang lewd songs about King Aerys
>>4646825>>4646833Currently we are navigating blindly. We need to establish logistics from Oldtown to Lys, set up warehousing and distribution chain with Lys as our main hub and THEN we need to make sure our bold statement of acquiring glass from Myr will actually translate into a tangible Rose wine that will outperform or at least hold its own against competitors. There are so many loose ends and we simply can’t risk one smuggler sneaking around to backstab us for his own means. The margin of error is really small.
>>4646833>>4646836Hmh.Considering that this is all contingent on us managing to alchemy the bubbly rose and getting the proper glass, i just don't see the expense of buying slaves upfront to be that advantageous compared to diverting said funds to as you said warehousing or better glass or whatever for we will need some kind of downpayment on those.
>>4646853but yeah, the less reputable smugglers are not the best of choice.Especially as reacher knights we could get under our brother would be very ill disposed towards them and viceversa.Reach sailors on the other hand would be more prone to obey reacher knights...so we have our brother and if we can have through him one or two more knights he thrusts that would be more than enough.Three knights all in all would probably be the best number, if we can afford it.And they would work best with other reachers.Knights being kind of mandatory since we do need security both in lys and myr.it is the same argument as with the proper ship. for one thing you need them(a crime gang will want to take on an unsecured target) and for another if you do not have some reasonable number you look like you are not worth the bother to invest in.
>>4646856I wouldn’t mind smuggler captains like Davos since we’ll be paying them well, and they would be amicable with slaves. In my opinion the operation would run like this:>cog from Oldtown unloads wine cargo to Lys>picked up by teamster crew and transferred to warehouse>cog is manned by Lyseni crew, Westerosi knights rest on Lys>cog picks up glass cargo from Myr>cog returns to Lys, Westerosi crew get on board>cog delivers glass to winery in Reach This is until we can afford a second ship and perhaps move our glass factory to Lys to speed things up by just-in-time bottling.
>>4646853>>4646856We should get the slaves for as cheap as possible, even as galley slaves when necessary. I’m counting on our Lys family on that part.Also manning the ship with Lyseni on way to Myr gives the appearance of a Lyseni company so we can haggle the glass price without being gouged out of our budget.
>>4646867This is the operation before distribution and sales of course. That’s another monster
To visualize it:>Red is the wine cargo delivery to Lys from Reach>Green is the glass supply from Myr to Reach en route Lys>Blue is the sales network to Free Cities and White Harbor
>>4646914>White Harbor is way up out of the image of course. That’s King’s Landing. Maybe trading with Eyrie would be nice too.
Just to clear a few things up:House Cuy will be putting up the funds for the glass because it is for their product, so no need to worry about that part. The ship is a cog, meaning it is not oared like a warship would be. You're only looking at a crew of about 10 here, but they're going to need to be able to move around the ship. You could feasibly meet with a Lysene bank representative in Oldtown as this is their largest trading partner in Westeros. You're looking at a loan of ~5 wealth (before interest). As far as freeing slaves goes, you're welcome to do so if you want, but it is not a strict requirement. A middle ground might be acting like a greasy Pentoshi coin clipper and turning them into indentured servants that are paid less than they can realistically pay off. Practically speaking, there should be ships docked in the harbor with slaves on board right now. Slavery angers Westerosi, but they can't exactly go around breaking the chains on every other ship from Essos either. That's how you start costly, unwinnable wars.
>>4646550>>You’ll go with your lady wife’s take. It will give her the leverage you think she’s craving here, and at least any slaves would fare better under you. [Healer]
>>4646970For a 10 men crew I’m not sure if slaves are even needed. Perhaps we can get:- Captain- First Mate/Chartsman- 3 experienced sailors- 2 young male slaves immediately freed and put onto board as deck boys to gain experienceHow much would this cost? I’m thinking the hedge knights we plan on bringing along and Tris could help when extra hands are needed.I forgot that slaves hinder our ability to trade in Pentos and Braavos, let alone damaging our reputation in Westeros. Our ships must never arrive to Westeros with slaves since their origin is the Reach, not Essos.
>>4646970Can we do a breakdown of what have been proposed before going along with the vote?
>>4646867Slaves are more expensive than wages in the short term. Its the difference between renting and buying machine tools.It also makes any knights we would be able to trust to be very unlikely to stay on. You know the pious people of the Faith not liking slavery and all that.I a not against using slaves in the future but I would not do that now. That is for when we are established and have our own powerbase. At the moment we don't.
>>4646914That is not withe harbour..That is kings landing I think.WH is above the neck.
>>4647017Yes I’m also on the wage team since we need a crew of 10. How about this >>4647004 ?
>>4646550>You’ll go with your lady wife’s take. It will give her the leverage you think she’s craving here, and at least any slaves would fare better under you. [Healer]I'm fine with freeing them if they will pay it off. Seems like the surest way to gain some loyalty in a crew.
>>4647004>How much would this cost?Wages are very negotiable depending on how you end up proceeding. I'll dive into the particulars when we get there since there are going to be different options for how you'll pay them. Aside from flat rate wages or a half now half later sort of deal, you could also pay in profit %'s. At the least, you would likely be the captain to prevent any confusion on authority with an operation this small. >>4647016Sure. What sort of breakdown are you looking for? I can at least give a rough estimate on slave costs. Let me know if there's anything else more specfic. These are for sailors, specialists would have different costs. Slave costs are determined based on their estimated worth over time. The younger ones are often regarded as potential liabilities and are priced accordingly. Green: ~100 silver eachTrained: ~500 silver eachVeteran: ~1000 silver each One last thing to consider with your brother Terrence: He may not want to come along on this. A lot of that will depend on how these next few days go. Your father does have two others in mind that he might suggest you hire on. I'll get to that tonight.
Okay before we proceed any further, let's all remember what happened to Jorah Mormont. He was a Westerosi who sold poachers to a Tyroshi slaver, he was condemned to death. He had to flee to Essos to live.Now, we are not selling anyone and our intentions are good (freeing them in the future), but the head of Tristan Bluewaters is tarred on a pike. We are already at strike one, and as a Westerosi, buying slaves and docking our Westerosi origin ship with these slaves into the Oldtown harbor could be a hard strike two, or even strike out. A life in exile might be disastrous to our business plans.On the other hand, our lady is very adamant in setting her tone in the business discussions and turning her down could upset her greatly. We must remember we are One with her and we will be together in Lys.This is where we must remind our wife that the slaves in Westeros present a huge risk, but for the operations in Essos (glass purchase, sales, distribution) we could make use of slaves as she suggested. This would appease her and get us off the hook with Westerosi law.In a cog, we only need a crew of 10, and 2 of them will be the captain and his navigator. Providing wages to 10 people shouldn't be very burdensome, and as many people in the thread are on board with having Terrence and hedge knights as protection, we could use them as a spare help when needed to even reduce the sailors needed.Boggs: >>4646970Can we man a cog with this >>4647004 configuration, maybe without the slaves but with deck boys nevertheless?How much would it cost? How much would slaves cost in Essos?
>>4647068You would need to be really egregious about it to find yourself exiled or worse (bringing slaves ashore, purchasing Westerosi as slaves, enslaving free men/women as Jorah did). Leaving them on a ship makes you no better or worse than a great deal of other merchants in the harbor. It could impact relations with those who know you personally, but that's a whole different discussion. It'll be put to a vote on whether you will free them or not if that option wins. This vote is still open.>Can we man a cog with thisThat's short a few from being a crew of 10. I meant 10 sailors, not 10 people total. As far as the knights go... their use in filling the role of a sailor is going to be limited. For starters, they're not going to rate more than Green unless you go out of your way to recruit one more specialized. There's also a personality/role dynamic at play. Few knights would perform manual labor alongside common sailors and less would on the orders of a non-knight. They'd be perfectly happy to keep order and crack a pirate's skull, but climbing up a mast and dealing with ropes is a different story.
>>4647063Let’s do some accounting:>Cog price: 800 dragons + interestWhat is the return over investment? When can we expect to pay the loan back in this business? What is our payment plan? Monthly? >you could also pay in profit %'s.Do we even have customers at this point?Yes, before we proceed with an option, why don’t we explore the market and see how many people are looking for sea work? And for what cost?>He may not want to come along on thisCan he vouch for other hedge knights? If so that also works.
>>4647093Okay, before we finalize the decision, can we go down the docks and the tavern and see what wages captains are demanding? You've mentioned our Father suggesting two to hire, if it's not a spoiler, maybe we should talk to them to get a better idea.
>>4646550My vote is for this, if we can't explore the docks before saying something.>You’ll go with your lady wife’s take. It will give her the leverage you think she’s craving here, and at least any slaves would fare better under you. [Healer]
>>4647100>What is the return over investment? When can we expect to pay the loan back in this business? What is our payment plan? Monthly?This hasn't been decided yet. That depends on what you work out with the bank. I have a few options for it. >Do we even have customers at this point?Just the tentative bulk buyer in Aemelia's family. >Can he vouch for other hedge knights? If so that also works.Sure, that's also a possibility. I mainly just don't know how this tourney is going to go. It's up to chance.>>4647100>>4647107>Explore options on crew before locking it inI don't see why not. I had it set up more vaguely because I honestly just didn't expect this much discussion and attention to detail, which is definitely appreciated. The majority so far has voted for the Healer option. I'm fine with locking in backing your wife on using the Lysene bank reps rather than the Bank of Oldtown and then waiting until everyone learns more on wages/prices before locking in the crew.
>>4647117Absolutely. Let's explore all the banks and all the sailor v slave options. We can't go throwing money around without a plan and expect to sustain a business.
>>4647117I’m also for exploring options and carefully weighing things in.
>>4646550>>No, really. Yvetta knows all sorts of Dornish pickpo— honest riverfolk that could be trusted to manage a simple cog. [Rogue]They say the orphans of Greenblood make good sailors
>>4646550>>You’ll go with your lady wife’s take. It will give her the leverage you think she’s craving here, and at least any slaves would fare better under you. [Healer]Say that we'll free the slaves and hire them on. For show at least, in front of our father and the maester, even if we don't follow up later. If not with us, then they would serve a different master, this is an act of good being done.
“I don’t mind a Lysene bank,” you tell Aemelia. “At least I don’t mind it if it’s not going to be extra work.”“This is Oldtown. They will have representatives here to protect their interests. If not, they are not worth our time,” she says.“Well, there you have it,” you smile. “They’re slavers,” your father frowns.“Tell me, ser. How much did I cost? You bought me, did you not?” Aemelia retorts. “That’s… different…” he grumbles, looking distinctly uncomfortable at the comparison.“Of course it is. A sack full of gold to buy control over two ladies whose only crime laid in their names is much different than a sack of silver for those whose only crime was… oh…” she covers her mouth in mock surprise.“Only crime, she says. Rich,” your father grinds out.“If you could both stop arguing,” you interrupt. “Are you still unhappy with this arrangement?” you ask Aemelia. Now it’s her turn to look uncomfortable. You saw glimpses of what you both could be last night. She defended you before… why can’t she just say it?You sigh. “I’ll meet with this Lysene bank. As far as crews go, that’ll depend on… well, many things. Maester Armund, how many sailing men would be needed?”“Ten… thereabouts. That should be enough for the cogs Lord Portain has been pushing out of late,” he says while stroking his beard. “Ten is a good number to work with,” you nod. “Father, your thoughts on fighting men?”“A knight’s worth five common men. Two would do it. Three if you’re watching your back with men in chains skulking about,” he says.“They are more obedient than most of the sailors I have seen upon the docks,” Aemelia says.“Not sure about all of that,” you say. “Oft as not, those lot down by the docks are just fine out at sea. They just need to cut loose on occasion. Should go without saying that I’m captain… I’ll need a second, though…”“Is that what you were before?” Aemelia asks.“First mate? No, I was bosun. That’s by popularity,” you say.“You?” she asks. Why do they all look so surprised?“Me. Why not? What sort of fool wouldn’t back the only competent healer? It’s the clever play. Now, the crew… what’s the going rate on sailing slaves?” you ask Aemelia.“… five hundred pieces of silver?” she mulls it over. “A good one may cost a thousand. An untrained boy could be bought for a hundred.”“So cheap?” you note. “So cheap,” she nods. “But they will not fight. Slaves know owners change.”“A fair enough sentiment. Why risk life and limb when you’re like to be crewing the same ship no matter who wins the fight? But I could always free them.”“Why would you do that?” she asks.
>>4648157“A few reasons… we’ll speak of it later,” you nod toward the greyer men in the room. They seem satisfied with that response, though you said it more to shut them up for now. You’re becoming increasingly partial to the idea of charging ordinary people who waste your time with their opinions. You’ve had a bellyful of opinions since you came out of the cellar and you don’t recall asking for any of them. “First, I’d like to at least weigh the wages of crewing with freed men. As I said, the Riverfolk are my preference. I’ll need to see my Dornish contact about that.”Neither Aemelia nor your father seem to like that notion, but you’re not finished. “Father, have you any suggestions on knights?”“I’d suggest Terrence if you could keep him from his horse. I’ve my doubts on that… then there’s another knight I’ve worked with before. Strong as a bull and drinks like one too. He’d keep the men in line if nothing else. Elsewise, hmm… Elias?” your father turns to Maester Armund at the last.“My lord may be persuaded to send him along. It may soothe matters…” the maester ponders.“Elias Costayne. He is betrothed to Lady Evalaine. You may recall him from the meeting,” your father explains.“There was a younger knightly type,” you nod.“Just the same. He’s a good lad by all accounts. He’s no knight, though. Can’t say his vows. It’s a bit of a sticking point with Evalaine…” Father sighs.“The boy’s a mute, always has been. We would’ve wanted someone whole for the girl, but he was the only one suitable. At least it’s helped with talks of dowry,” Maester Armund says a bit less delicately. “I say take him. At best, he earns some respectable coin. At worst, he drowns or something and I’ll no longer need to suffer my lady interrupting us in the solar over him.”“We will speak of it with my lord brother first,” you father tells Maester Armund.“I’d assume you will be speaking with him of the glass as well?” you ask.“It’s his coin,” the maester nods. “Of course, I can already say he’s tossed around a hundred dragons as if the number means something to him.”
>>4648159“Hmm. What were you expecting of the wine had it not involved glass and did not so assault the palate?” you ask.“We were looking for one hundred twenty dragons from the vineyard of the best vintage with the hopes of doubling that in time. Now, winter puts a damper on matters, but we can still manage half that this far south. As you should well know, harvests are every three moons. Lord Benifer would like the remaining stock to be sold locally to prevent any confusion with House Cuy’s reputation,” the maester explains. “Then one hundred dragons should be suitable for the glass…” you say. If there’s one thing you’ve come to learn, it’s the price of wine by volume. That’s about what you’d expect for a more exquisite vintage of a vineyard to the Arbor’s standard size. It’s a shame the vintners couldn’t replicate the complexity of flavor when they were so obviously pilfering notes of footage. “By my reckoning, I could have it bottled at sixty dragons at your maximum and half that before, but we would do well to stock up on extras until I get the kinks worked out. There may be some… reactions. These things happen.”“What sort of reactions?” Maester Armund asks, his curiosity piqued.“Glass shards exploding out every which way. The usual fare,” you shrug it off. “And this is why I have said earning the Iron is safer,” the maester jingles his chain as he loudly whispers to your father behind his other hand.The meeting breaks up not long after that. As you walk, you give Aemelia a rough estimate of what you understand to be the quantity of wine you’re moving. “What do you expect your Lysene to buy at?”“As a curiosity, perhaps double what was quoted,” she answers after some thought. “There is a chance we could negotiate for more later, but that would depend on whether we can make it fashionable.”That’s hardly a paltry sum. You’re looking at 120 dragons every 3 moons to start with. That’s before wages and provisions, but at least the foodstuffs are somewhat cheap for a small crew. When you were bosun, it cost about three groats a day per mouth. Assuming ten crew and two hired swords that might cost twice that, that’s three stags a day. Ninety stags per month, thereabouts. Not even half a dragon. Easy.
>>4648161It takes about two weeks to travel to Lys from the town of Cuy and another two weeks back. That’s a fair bit of leisure time. Hells, you could fit in another route if the Myrish glass can be outsourced to a Lysene workshop.That does still leave wages, though. Your old wage was a cut of the profits by shares. You’re fairly certain Roland was all but cutting your purses, but the general sentiment kept the crew engaged. Everyone cares about the goods when the goods effectively serve as their ale and whore vouchers. That’s the standard. You’ve heard of paying in flat rate wages… it’s cheaper, but it comes with its own problems. Jealousy, for one. Hard to look at a captain’s sack of gold and feel good about your handful of silver. Bonuses could help with that, though. Even if you can manage swing it with the sailors, you do still have your doubts as to the chances of a hired sword taking anything less than a cut of the profits. But then profit shares can be a hassle if you’re looking to take the time to perfect your craft and have a crew of ornery sailors acting like toddlers over a mere moon spent in research. Perhaps some sort of blend of the two stylings…“Where are you right now?” Aemelia asks. “Far away,” you say with thoughts of the Summer Isles and beyond upon your mind.“I need you here for long enough to know where I am walking,” she says.>Go head off Yvetta at the tavern and see if you can get a better sense of whether her lot are looking to be paid in more than turtles for wages. [Rogue]>You have only half the portrait until matters of loan are sorted. You want to arrange a meeting with these Lysene bankers as soon as possible. [Alchemist]>This matter with Elias Costayne is intriguing. He must be a halfway competent swordsman for your lord uncle to keep him close. Perhaps there could be some mutual gain if you took the time to lunch with him and your cousin. [Healer]>Something else.
>>4648164>>This matter with Elias Costayne is intriguing. He must be a halfway competent swordsman for your lord uncle to keep him close. Perhaps there could be some mutual gain if you took the time to lunch with him and your cousin. [Healer]Though it might be difficult to really get a sense of the guy if he can't talk and he doesn't know how to write.
>>4648164>>You have only half the portrait until matters of loan are sorted. You want to arrange a meeting with these Lysene bankers as soon as possible. [Alchemist]
>>4648164>This matter with Elias Costayne is intriguing. He must be a halfway competent swordsman for your lord uncle to keep him close. Perhaps there could be some mutual gain if you took the time to lunch with him and your cousin. [Healer]Since we’re with Aemelia and everyone is content, we can meet our cousin and ask for the services of her husband.Although I’m half sold on carrying Terrence’s horse around for shits and giggles, and horse smashing our fragile cargo
>>4648164>>This matter with Elias Costayne is intriguing. He must be a halfway competent swordsman for your lord uncle to keep him close. Perhaps there could be some mutual gain if you took the time to lunch with him and your cousin. [Healer]
>>4648164>This matter with Elias Costayne is intriguing. He must be a halfway competent swordsman for your lord uncle to keep him close. Perhaps there could be some mutual gain if you took the time to lunch with him and your cousin. [Healer]Very intrigued by a mute warrior.
>>4648444Just read through the quest, glad to see more of your writing.
>>4648164>This matter with Elias Costayne is intriguing. He must be a halfway competent swordsman for your lord uncle to keep him close. Perhaps there could be some mutual gain if you took the time to lunch with him and your cousin. [Healer]
>>4648164>This matter with Elias Costayne is intriguing. He must be a halfway competent swordsman for your lord uncle to keep him close. Perhaps there could be some mutual gain if you took the time to lunch with him and your cousin. [Healer]Tempted to do the bank but this seems like a more time sensitive option
Can I please get 3 rolls for tonight:>2d6 for Charm over lunch>3d6 for Convince to sell worth of your trade venture>5d6 for Empathy to gain a better measure of Elias
Rolled 3, 4 = 7 (2d6)>>4648819
Rolled 2, 5, 3 = 10 (3d6)>>4648819
Rolled 2, 2, 1, 4, 5 = 14 (5d6)>>4648819Aemilia should start giving some lessons in etiquette and speaking to Tristan when they're idle on the ship for two weeks with nothing to do.
>>4648842Failed.>>4648853Passed on the nose with Elias, failed with Evalaine. Interesting.>>4648883Regular Success with Evalaine, Failure with Elias. >Aemilia should start giving some lessons in etiquette and speaking to Tristan when they're idle on the ship for two weeks with nothing to do.I'm going to put it to a vote when you set sail, but that will be one of the options.
>>4648892Can Tristan come up with the concept of a spreadsheet? I can get creative with my Excel.
>>4648910Like a shipping manifest? That should exist.I just sat down, but I should have an update up a bit later.
>>4649462Do we HAVE to use that Charm on everyone we meet? We know there's a very little chance of success, how about we stop trying to impress people when we have no sense of propriety? Or is it more of a test of what impression people get of us?
>>4649465>Do we HAVE to use that Charm on everyone we meet? We know there's a very little chance of success, how about we stop trying to impress people when we have no sense of propriety? Or is it more of a test of what impression people get of us?I've been using the charm and empathy rolls more as narrative direction than out of some penalty/reward mechanism. I'm just trying not to go completely off of assumptions on how he comes off and what he accomplishes. This early on, I expect to be writing a lot of these situations along the vein of what it would be if he failed, but it pushes us towards interesting twists and suprises if he has unexpected successes or even crit failures. It's more to keep me honest than anything, if that makes sense. So far, the two big ones were your crit fail charming the mother and making me develop him towards more of a perfume aversion and the long shot success at charming Lord Benifer after the wine tasting failure. He was going to be brooding for the bulk of the tourney had that failed, but the charm+bringing Aemelia along for the unconventional opinion led to a completely unplanned direction.
But I can see why there might be some aversion to too many rolls based on my post here. >>4646220If I were to put it in mechanical terms, you're looking at a disposition range (attached) of Dislike-Friendly with someone like say your cousin Evalaine. Unless you're being outright mean to her, you're still going to hover around Indifferent after poor rolls. It would take a conscious, player-driven effort to permanently sink her disposition towards you to the lower tiers.Some merchant you don't know? Sure, those dispositions could go lower faster and turn dangerous, but that sort of situation should also have player votes on how to proceed coming into play.
>>4649475>>4649486Yeah, that makes sense. I had forgotten that disposition isn't being lowered permanently with everyone for every failed Charm test, only for some. I was worried we would sink into 'Malicious' territory with our wife and family due to repeated failures.
“You needn’t walk far. I’d like to gain a measure of this Elias,” you tell Aemelia.“Oh? For Lady Evalaine’s sake?” “Is it? Aside from some coin that she clearly does not want for, I still don’t see how she benefits from this… cousin or not, I hardly know her. She seems nice enough if a bit…”“I like her. You are too picky. Do you expect every lady you come across to be beautiful, sensual, quiet, and clever?” “Is that not what is expected of you?”“There are so many things I may say to that…”“Then don’t. This is why this Elias intrigues me. He’s mute. No saying this or saying that. Just… quiet. Simple.”“Are my thoughts so unwelcome?”“No, not yours,” you sigh. What do you do with her?“… I will speak with your cousin,” she says at the bottom of the stairs. You take your time strolling about and looking at the portraits on the candlelit walls. Your ancestors, an amusing notion. Some would say they’re not and yet you likely have just as much blood of their blood as any of your other cousins… unless your lord uncle married a cousin. Did he? You never met either of his wives. By your father’s ranting, the second one is supposed to be the social sort. Too social, he says… whatever is meant by that.Aemelia finds you in the solar with Lady Evalaine at her side sporting a bright smile. They start chattering of wedding matters even before they’re seated together on the sofa, acting like old friends. Why isn’t Aemelia always this sunny? It’s refreshing even if it is fake. In any case, you’re largely left out of the talk, not that you much care. Your cousin’s smile only fades when Elias enters. It seems your father and the maester weren’t far off the mark. You don’t see why. He’s the only one who held the door for you yesterday, and he helped that coin pit of a vintner unstopper a cask. And he’s quiet.“You are Elias?” Aemelia gasps. “Oh, my lady this one is quite chivalrous. He was at the meeting with your lord father. And handsome too, what a catch,” she practically coos.“My lady is too kind,” Evalaine says with a little less warmth than she had when discussing your wedding. Elias, of course, says nothing. He just gives a half smile and takes the other seat across from you flanking the ladies’ sofa. A pair of household servants carry in platters and set them down on the marble table between all of you. A platter of breads and cheeses alongside a whole roasted chicken in some sort of broth or its own blood or however it’s fashionable to eat these. Absolutely disgusting. You stare at it with your chin cradled in the palms of your hands.
>>4649659“Are you well, Tristan?” Aemelia asks.“Fine. Lovely.”“You are sure? What is it?”“Nothing, really. I suppose I was just looking for food fit for humans. Honest mistake,” you say as you help yourself to the wine and cheeses.“Oh, is it undercooked?” Evalaine puts a chunk of the rotting meat back down upon the plate. “I shouldn’t like to find out,” you say while nibbling at the cheese. “Oh…” Evalaine covers her mouth. “My, how insensitive of me. Dear, his mother is of the smallfolk. They must not have had the means,” she half whispers to Aemelia.“For a chicken? They’re a groat each, two in winter,” you gawk at her. “I’m more concerned with my span of life.”“I will admit it is not my usual fare, but nearly everyone eats this, Tristan,” Aemelia frowns.“It’s a dead animal,” you slowly, carefully explain. “That’s what dogs eat. Or rats. Look…” you stand up and manage to pluck a small length of ribbon from Aemelia’s hair in her confusion. “Say this is a dog’s bowels. A human’s would then be as long as my belt… thereabouts. The food passes through, yes? The bowels take of the food’s essence.”“Could we not—” Aemelia tries.“Now, foods rot. Everyone knows that. Rot gives off toxins, corruption. Would you want to be exposed to such over a short length or a long length?” you conclude. Evalaine stares at the chicken in newfound revulsion while Aemelia sinks back into the sofa. Elias goes for seconds. “You say I will die if I eat this?” Evalaine tepidly asks.“Die? Unlikely. Still, it’s not healthy to eat too much of it, nor without something more fibrous to go with it. We are foragers of heart and body. Nuts, berries, fruits. I’ll grant knightly types need extra for their strength and a maester’s conclave agreed on it to soothe women’s moonblood,” you explain.“This is what those old men meet up to talk about?” Aemelia asks with some disgust.“Thousands of years of study and your kind is still largely a mystery,” you nod.“It’s perverse,” Aemelia says. “These are the men expected to deliver us from child and they gather to speak of our... you know.”“Would you have it any other way? Would you risk losing knowledge for fear of offending some lady’s ear?” you posit. “Ban such free thought, give it time, and you may just see women lose more children. It’s such conclaves that have allowed us to save more twins compared to past eras.” “You are knowledgeable in child births, cousin?” Evalaine asks.“I’d hope so. I’ve helped deliver before,” you tell her.“By the Mother! Do you mean to say you would deliver with Lady Aemelia?” your cousin asks, waving at her face as if she were in front of the hearth. You and Aemelia share a long look of mutual shock.
>>4649662“Trade—yes shall we talk of trade?” you and Amelia both start.“We are about to acquire a cog as a means to trade my lord’s wine with Lys,” you explain. “Among other ventures if we find the time. First, we’ll need reliable men to see the passage through. I was told Elias was the sort to be looking for.”“Elias? Why? Who?” Evalaine asks. “My father and Maester Armund seemed to agree on it. That depends on your lord father, though. And Elias as well,” you nod to him. “He has never crewed a ship before. He’s not even a knight,” Evalaine says.“How would that help me on a ship?” you look at him instead. “It’s a suggestion is all. If you’re keen on doing something more interesting than watching flowers grow around Sunhouse, then I may well a spot for you. Of course, that depends on Lord Benifer as well.”You ready yourself for some sign of dismissal, but it doesn’t come. Instead, he raises his cup and nods. Evalaine is visibly put off by it. Aemelia steers the conversation back to lighter topics, but your cousin only seems half engaged. She sounds distracted even when speaking of how Emmon, her rowdy little shit of a brother, is off to start his squiring. You’re surprised she cares this much. Past a general assent, Elias is a bit more of a mystery to you, but then he can’t exactly voice his thoughts. You do find out he can at least read and write, though. Ink and quill would be taxing for trivial talks such as this one but useful if he has something urgent to pass. You haven’t exactly signed him on yet, but it’s good to know there’s at least one trustworthy sword hand other than Terrence in this city.“I will have word sent along to the Bank,” Aemelia says after you eventually part ways with your cousin. “Now?” you ask. It’s getting a bit late for a meeting with them. Or at least it feels that way with the winter sun.“Now is early by their measure,” she says, but you can’t help but note the shadows beneath her eyes.“You asked if I was well before. Are you?”“I am fine. These days have just been tiring,” she shakes her head. “I do not mean to say we cannot meet with the bankers.”>Good. You’ll both feel better getting this over with. You’d like to meet the bankers tonight. [Rogue]>If she’s tired, then this is the perfect time to test the vitality potions. You could spend the evening here getting some honest research done. [Alchemist]>Things have been a bit tense with her still. Perhaps some rest would be best for both of you. [Healer]>Something else.
>>4649664I want to choose the vitality potion option, but I'm afraid Aemilia will jump us or worse, somebody else and not let up for a while...
>>4649664>If she’s tired, then this is the perfect time to test the vitality potions. You could spend the evening here getting some honest research done. [Alchemist]S C I E N C E
>>4649664>Things have been a bit tense with her still. Perhaps some rest would be best for both of you. [Healer]We will get wed soon. She would like to look fresh.
>>4649664>Things have been a bit tense with her still. Perhaps some rest would be best for both of you. [Healer]
>>4649662Beautiful! Loved that gastrological expatiation. And of childbirth as well. However I missed Tristan's point: was he opposed to eating too much meat or just chicken stewed in its own juices?>>4649664>Things have been a bit tense with her still. Perhaps some rest would be best for both of you. [Healer]Perhaps also suggest to examine her, just for her own health, of course.
>>4649664>>If she’s tired, then this is the perfect time to test the vitality potions. You could spend the evening here getting some honest research done. [Alchemist]It's for research!
>>4649664>>Things have been a bit tense with her still. Perhaps some rest would be best for both of you. [Healer]
>>4649843>was he opposed to eating too much meat or just chicken stewed in its own juices?He bought in on the frugivore meme lectures one of his favored maesters used to go into a lot. Not one for half-measures, it's turned into a slight aversion to plates of meat in general. His mother, and Yvetta to a lesser extent, skirt around it with stews and with meats as added toppings rather than as the main course (such as the flatbread cooked earlier in the thread).
>>4649664>>If she’s tired, then this is the perfect time to test the vitality potions. You could spend the evening here getting some honest research done. [Alchemist]
>>4650275Tris is a literal onions boy. Lovely.
>>4650275Boggs, I'm a bit conservative about spending our vitality potion quickly. How difficult would it be for Tris to recraft a potion, ingredients and all considered?
>>4650294>Boggs, I'm a bit conservative about spending our vitality potion quickly. How difficult would it be for Tris to recraft a potion, ingredients and all considered?The ingredient he had last time was a rare find to test things out, so it's not happening without the ingredients and better tools. I plan on putting up a vote for shopping for alchemy stuff as soon as you have some coin again. If he has the ingredients, then more vitality potions wouldn't be hard to pull off. Realistically, he could take some time to brew more as soon as he has funds from the bank.
>>4650298Do we know what abilities the vitality potion boosts? Is it just more energy or does it boost constitution and strength? Would it be wise to save it for a fight, assuming it kicks in like Popeye’s spinach?Also does Tristan know if it’s a potent potion or are we assuming in our abilities and hope the best to avoid unwanted side effects?
>>4650308I owe you guys a sheet on the details for everything, but a vitality potion is going to boost endurance/athletics tests (1 time use, must be taken in advance). The potions all come in 3 grades: Common, Superior, and Extraordinary (+1, +1b, +1D to tests respectively).These 2 are Superior. It's his first time brewing with these ingredients, so he's not completely sure on all the effects/side effects yet.
>>4650326>endurance/athleticsIs it going to help Tristan research as his Alchemist sense is suggesting?
>>4650339Sure. He doesn't know how long the potion should last for and has never heard of a woman taking one. Nor has he taken one of this quality before.
>>4650344Can Tris gain access to Citadel library...for research purposes?
>>4650348>Can Tris gain access to Citadel library...for research purposes?Since he's not an acolyte or a maester, his access would be limited. However, if he gains a little more experience and is willing to share his findings with the Citadel, then they would likely grant him access in return.
>>4650357Hmm..is there a young Maester Marwyn hanging out in our tavern? A-asking for a friend..
>>4650372Given this is almost exactly 20 years from his book appearance, I would assume he is already in his late 30s and traveling far to the east.
>>4650377Okay and around when do you think we will level up?
>>4650383For abilities and specialties? It's hard for me to say. I'm going to be handling some of that with votes over how to spend your downtime when traveling. That'll mostly be for lower ranked abilities, languages, and specialty dice. Higher ranked abilities like your Cunning and Knowledge are going to require more narrative progression in those areas.
I'm going to busy tonight, so I won't have a post up until tomorrow. I'll pregen the opening rounds of the tourney before tomorrow's post so that we can dive straight into things.
>>4649664>If she’s tired, then this is the perfect time to test the vitality potions. You could spend the evening here getting some honest research done. [Alchemist]
>>4650747Wait, can we slip the vitality potion to Terrence? Is there an anti-doping law in Westeros?
>>4651395There's no law against it, but it would definitely require a test to convince him to drink an untested potion with unknown side effects during a massive 3 day tournament.
>>4651737Isn’t he a massive underdog? Even with side effects, which isn’t certain, boosts to his endurance and athletics could make him a knight out of a nobody.
>>4651867To win it, yeah. I would be very surprised. There are some superb knights competing. It's a large field, though. There are plenty of other knights at or below his skill level. Not to spoil too much for tonight, but he's actually a great rider. Pic related is his Secondary Character build.
>>4651904That's quite impressive. Don't fix if it's not broken. No need to sell him on PED, and if his confidence is waiving, we could always push him our secret placebo.Maaaybe if things get really desperate, we can try the potion.
>>4651917Forgot my picture
Alright, I hate to do this two nights in a row after a consistent update schedule, but I'm going to need to hold off posting until tomorrow night. Apparently today is some sort of waifu holiday.
>>4652299Lol, don't forget to take a vitality potion, Boggs!
>>4652317In this case I'd go superior rather than extraordinary. An extra B is preferable to an extra D
>>4652299Rolling 2d6 for Boggs’ valentine night
Rolled 4, 2 = 6 (2d6)
Rolled 1, 4, 2, 5 = 12 (4d6)>>4652700Pfft rolling 4d6 (3D+1b Stamina) for Boggs' Endurance
>>4652803DC: 12>Failed, Result: disposition with waifu lowered to IndifferentThat's what you get with Best of 1
>>4652825He just needs to double the dose of the vitality potion!
>>4652700Is this the charm roll? If so, oddly accurate.>>4652825It's cool, life gives rerolls.
>>4653369Lessons from Tris: if you fail at Charm, better succeed the Empathy dice.
“Rest if you’re tired. I’ll do the same. Doubtless I’ll be woken early again at the tavern,” you tell Aemelia.“Why?” “The tourney. My brother starts on the morrow,” you remind.“Ah… and you must stay at this tavern?” she asks.“Where else would I stay? It’s not as if I’ve been given leave to stay here,” you point out. She bites her lip when she’s conflicted. For a mad moment, you consider trying to stay here in spite of your words. Who would stop you? “Well…” she trails off.“… right. Sorry. On the morrow, then,” you bid in farewell.“On the morrow? I do not believe I will be attending this,” she says.“Why not?”“It is the hedge knights’ day, is it not? Father said it was not the place for a lady… aside from that, I was hoping to prepare for the bank,” she explains.“What is there left to do beyond show up and meet with them?”“Well, if you are to give me the time, then I should hope to make a better appearance. The Bank of Lys is held in its whole by the city’s magisters. There may well be one or two at their property here, and appearances are everything to magisters. I would prefer our first impression to be more than me in this overworn dress and you looking like…” she gestures up and down your form, “that.”“That? What does ‘that’ mean?” you ask.“You look a mess,” she says bluntly. “Huh,” you comment as you look upon your clothes. They’re ill-fit and clearly a bit old but still better than the patchy attire you were sporting when you first met her. As for the rest of you… you do suppose a bath and a pair of shears wouldn’t be undue. “That bad?” “Yes,” she sighs.“At least that explains a bit,” you mumble. “What does that mean?” she asks.“I just thought after last night…” you shrug. “Doesn’t matter.”“Oh,” is all she says. “Right…” you make to leave.“Wait. You should kiss me before you go,” Aemelia offers. She looks expectant enough, why not? You lean into her as she stands at the threshold to her quarters. It occurs to you that this is the closest you’ve been since she was wrapped around you in your lap. She’s not conventionally pretty but there is something alluring about her that you can’t quite place. She returns your brief kiss and adds a second softer one herself.“I just need time…” she whispers. “That much I can understand,” you agree. You part ways from there, but she does call out, “you would clean up nicely,” before shutting her door. Odd. That’s what your mother says but then mothers are supposed to say that. You do have the Cuy look about you, though. Your cousin Evalaine looks closer in kin to you than Terrence, who has more of your mother’s look. Lucky, that. Your father might not have recognized you otherwise.
>>4654624You’re not heckled nearly as much this evening at the tavern. There are actual customers lingering about that are keeping the nosy womenfolk busy. You do get a shout tossed your way at the stairs by your mother demanding to know when she gets to meet “this girl of yours,” which sets a couple of old sailors into tossing in their own jibes. You’re half-tempted to inform them you’re a captain now, but somehow you think that will only encourage them. What’s more encouraging is Yvetta’s odd optimism the next morning.“He’s got a decent chance. You worry too much, Lizbeth,” she tells your mother.“You’ve never seen him joust. I’ve never seen him joust. His father’s never seen him joust. Now he’s jousting and it’s with proper knights,” your mother frets.“He’s a proper knight too. And he’s got a nice horse. If there’s one thing I know, it’s nice horses. It’s in my blood,” Yvetta insists.“No you don’t. You just made that up just now,” you interject.She glares at you. “Who’re you to say? I’ve not seen you ever ride a horse.”“Because I haven’t. I’m still right,” you point out.“You’re not and you’d best keep your wits to yourself for the day and let the professionals have their say,” she smirks.“You’re no better rider than me. More like to fall right flat on your boney arse,” you scoff.“Been giving my arse a look, have you?” she teases.“Tis true, I’ve seen it,” you admit, quickly gaining both Yvetta and your mother’s full attention.“What’s this Yvetta? You said—” your mother starts.“I did warn them. I warned them all,” you solemnly continue. “But no one listens to the healer, oh no. You all just had to have those crab cakes. So I found myself, the voice of reason as one might expect, acting as observer to a sad, sad sight. Our noble captain selflessly barricaded in the lone privy. Brave friends dropping trou and releasing their misery upon hapless buckets. And one lone Dornish arse, a boney arse, dangling over the side of— ow! Why are you jabbing at me? I’m the real victim here.”“Keep being a victim and I’ll see you never see another arse again,” she threatens over your mother’s laughter at her expense.“My lady wife will take issue with that.”“Hiding behind her already? What does she look like? Do you fancy milady?” she asks in her worst highborn impression.“Like a Clawwater,” you shrug.“Pale skin, dark hair, dark eyes. That sort’ve Clawwater? How’re her teats? How old is she? How’s her arse since you’re such a peeker? Is she pretty? You’re supposed to be the one obsessed with details here,” Yvetta presses.
>>4654626“That sort of Clawwater,” you confirm. “Dunno what you want me to say about the rest. She’s… different.”“Different—different how?” they both ask.“It’s hard to put words to it. She’s pretty and she isn’t. She’s not what I expected, but I’m not saying that’s bad either…” you mull it over until you glare at Yvetta waving you on. “Haven’t seen her teats. Pleasing hips. Perfect teeth. Around my age, so older than a certain nosy wench that should better respect her elders.”“This teeth obsession… around your age? You’re sure?” Yvetta notes with surprise.“It wasn’t exactly a topic of conversation, but I’m fairly certain, yes.”“Bit off, isn’t it?” Yvetta points out.“I’ve heard ladies of her birth tended to wed earlier…” your mother frowns.“It’s odd, but I at least have an answer for that one. I knew her cousin Brandon in passing, and he’d confided in their House being in a bit of a spot with marriages. It’s not exactly easy to mingle and mix with your peers when you’re stealing from those same peers. That mostly leaves foreigners… explains her mother now that I think on it… and cousins. But then you don’t want too much of either, or so he said. Makes the blood either too thin or too thick. His lordly father and lady mother were cousins themselves,” you explain.“Oh! There’s your father!” your mother enthusiastically waves at him. The older Ser Terrence of House Cuy greets you with his typical gruffness and then takes the unusual step of actually walking your mother up the stands to a covered section of the stands. Not a box, but better than nothing. He’s usually not one to be seen with your mother in public out of respect for House Cuy’s image, but perhaps it’s not as important today. As Aemelia said, this is the hedge knights’ day. You suffer through a couple boring matchups until Terrence takes the field to the loud cheering of your family. His armor and horse are entirely without adornment. He does have freshly painted arms upon his shield, two red flowers crossed over a field of yellow. Yvetta boasts that it was her idea at the market the day prior. You tense up as he and his opponent dip their lances and go charging toward each other like maniacs. Both of them connect, but it looks like Terrence got the better of the pass. His lance cracked upon his opponent’s shield and had the other knight wobbling in his saddle while Terrence was largely unphased. The next pass was something else entirely. The opposing knight missed his mark entirely and was lifted straight out of his saddle in the same moment to a mix of jeers and cheers from the crowd. You breathe a sigh of relief when the knight’s squire is able to help him to his feet. He doesn’t look any better equipped than Terrence, worse if anything, but he’ll hopefully have at least some coin to spare.
>>4654631Terrence’s next attempt is even smoother. It’s all over in one pass as your brother carries through upon the other knight’s shield with splintered lance. For a moment, you’d thought it was simply a good start, but his opponent seems to lose his seat by the barest of margins. It almost looked gentle… that is, as far as charging war horses sporting small trees for weapons goes. His third match is very “technical” as your father lectures. The old knight is really getting into the proceedings. You rarely see him so enthused. Both Terrence and the other knight go for the full three passes and neither falls from their horse, but Terrence is awarded the victory on points. He simply had cleaner hits and breaks. “But he still gets the coin, yeah?” Yvetta cuts into your father’s commentary. “It’s not about the coin, girl… he’ll have the ransom for the armor, but not the horse,” he adds.“Why not both?” she asks.“This is the Reach. We pride ourselves on honor here, unlike some others I may name. A horse may not be claimed while it still has a rider,” he explains.There’s a break in Terrence’s scheduled tilts in which Yvetta takes it upon herself to go help with “collecting” while your mother subjects your father to a score of questions over you and Aemelia. “He’s married? What do you mean he’s married? I haven’t even met her!” she practically hisses when your father uncaringly brushes past that detail.“Some foreign ritual. Oh, don’t look at me like it’s my fault, Liz,” he groans. “They may be wed, but it’s just a legal matter. You tell her, Tris.”“I’d really rather not,” you wince. You’re all for a good story, but explaining how your blood and seed ended up in your betrothed-of-a-day’s mouth over a spur of the moment ceremony with the gods of lust and twilight as your witnesses… well, it just doesn’t quite fit the mood. “You left him alone with her unsupervised. You know how he is, what did you think would happen?” she demands. “They’re still doing the sept part. We all agreed it would be best to wait so you could see it done the proper, spiritual way,” your father hastily explains. You don’t quite remember it that way. He just wanted it over with… but your mother seems to like that notion well enough and takes to asking after those details instead. To which neither of you really have much in the way of answers.“Is this poor girl having to plan all this herself?” your mother finally asks. “Her own lady mother is still about, though she doesn’t speak our tongue,” he answers.“Then that settles it. I want to meet this girl, Terrence. It’s not right of you keeping her locked away like a ward. She’s your good-daughter or near enough. You always said you wanted a daughter or was all that to get my skirts off?”
>>4654633“Gods, would they start smashing each other again? Anything but this,” you complain. They do resume soon enough. Win or lose, it should be your brother’s last tilt of the day. If he wins, he gets to compete with actual nobility on the morrow, landed knights and the lords’ kin. If he makes it through tomorrow, then he has a real chance at attracting some notice. But he has to get there first.The last round begins with a rough start. Terrence’s lance barely connects on the first tilt. You’d say it was his worst pass of the day. The other knight follows through with a clean break that rocks your brother in his saddle. Perhaps he’s getting tired because his recovery didn’t look as smooth as it had in the last round. The next pass goes to Terrence, but it was a closer thing than some of his earlier matchups. “This one’s stronger than him, but Terrence is the better rider by a hair,” your father says.The final pass is the decisive one. Terrence smashes the knight’s shield in about the same point as his last pass and takes a solid hit in return for his troubles. Both of them are rocked in their seats, but Terrence steadies himself while the other knight crashes to the dirt at a bad angle. A squire runs out to aid him. He needs help gaining his feet, but he raises an arm in salute to Terrence all the same. “Looks like our boy advances on to morrow,” your father says, hugging your mother close in a rare display of open affection.You note Terrence speaking with Yvetta before she comes rushing back to the stands in a giddy mood herself. “Here’s your coin,” she tosses you a purse. You count it out. Seven gold dragons in total, though some of that is in silver stags. It the value of your starting pot before the purchase, but that was when you were splitting it with Yvetta.“All of it?” you ask. “All of it. He said it’s not right me taking your coin, so there you are,” she shrugs.“And you just went along with this?” you ask more suspiciously. “Oh, I think we’ve worked something out,” she hums.“We? Which we?”“Not you. Nothing to worry your pretty little head over. Are you coming back with us or do you have some scheming that needs seeing to?” she asks. >You feel an obligation as a healer to tend to that injured knight from the last round. Tell the others to go on without you. [Healer]>Now that you’ve coin to spend, leave for the market to see if there are any quality reagents available. [Alchemist]>Go take the coin to Aemelia first so she can do something about your appearances for the bank. [Rogue]>Something else.
>>4654638>Go take the coin to Aemelia first so she can do something about your appearances for the bank. [Rogue]
>>4654638>You feel an obligation as a healer to tend to that injured knight from the last round. Tell the others to go on without you. [Healer]Look to see if he is willing to take trip to Lys.
>>4654638>Go take the coin to Aemelia first so she can do something about your appearances for the bank. [Rogue]Injured knight was okay enough to salute
>>4654638>Go take the coin to Aemelia first so she can do something about your appearances for the bank. [Rogue]So long as Terrence himself doesn't need any tending to.
>>4654638>>Go take the coin to Aemelia first so she can do something about your appearances for the bank. [Rogue]
>>4654638>“All of it. He said it’s not right me taking your coin, so there you are,” she shrugs.>“And you just went along with this?” you ask more suspiciously.>“Oh, I think we’ve worked something out,” she hums.>“We? Which we?”They're totally hooking up, aren't they? Damn, Yvetta moves fast.
>>4654984A song is not called Dornishman’s Wife for no reason