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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. We find ourselves in the chilly year of 280. Our MC has some significant talents in alchemy and healing, but his social skills could use some polishing. So far, Tristan has managed to bend his path towards a potentially lucrative trade deal in trading wine to Lys from House Cuy. He is aided in this by his wife, Aemelia.

Previous Thread here: >>4616851

Character sheets can be found here: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1_tlOgFokvN4m4v9CfetEulrym40veyje?usp=sharing

I try to update my twitter on run times or significant changes here: https://twitter.com/CormaicB
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You decide to take your mother up on her offer and return to the tavern with Aemelia. It’s a shorter walk than the Cuy Manse and less dull. You nearly snort aloud at the notion. Your lord uncle prides himself on his House’s reputation for lively feasts and the like. He’d be fit to gag if it were suggested that a common tavern was more entertaining than his hospitality, even if it is true.

“I feel… overdressed,” Aemelia comments while you toss another log onto the hearth’s fire. You took the table near the fire so she could better warm up.

“No one cares how you’re dressed here,” you tell her.

“But they do care that I am here,” she says with a look cast towards the bar. A trio of your father’s watchmen are having a round at the bar and working their usual routine of trying to flirt with Holly, your mother’s other barmaid. They’d taken to muttering at sight of Aemelia. It’s been a few days since Aemelia came to House Cuy’s notice and guards talk, so you’re hardly surprised that they’d know of her. Of course, it’s less that she’s here and more who she is. In this corner of the Reach, her family name is worse than having none at all.

“And they’ll be gone soon enough, but we won’t. I’d say they’re just waiting for Mother to break open that cask of ale when Terrence comes in,” you say. Your brother held back to speak with the Knight of Greengrove as well as the Dornishman he unhorsed. More coin to collect.

“That’s two potions now,” you mention to Yvetta when she plops down in a nearby chair after helping your mother in the kitchen.

“What?”

“I gave up a potion for the armor and another to you,” you point out.

“You’re the one making me drink it,” Yvetta protests.

“You are not curious? I would be,” Aemelia says. She’s back behind her mulled wine when you look at her. That could be… interesting. But then you don’t yet know the true effects, and Aemelia’s fragility at the tourney grounds was concerning…

“Your maniac husband still has another,” Yvetta suggests. Her heart isn’t in it, though. She’s busy drinking and glancing towards the door. “What’re these worth?”

“I’ve never made them before, so it’s hard to say. Healing draughts and salves are more of what I’ve leaned on,” you answer.

“Then we’ll see how well it works first,” Yvetta says. Your thoughts as well. She doesn’t have the coin to pay you a respectable sum. At least, not yet. If she bags your brother like she’s aiming for and the coming days bear fruit, then she may just find herself at least temporarily richer than you. Speaking of…

Your brother walks in the door and gets a cheery greeting from the guardsmen and Holly, either for his performance or for want of the ale cask. Everyone gets a horn of ale on the house to celebrate. Aemelia coughs at a sip of hers.
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“Are you well?” you ask her.

“It is just… different,” she replies.

“Different? Different from what? Wine? Have you never had ale before?” you gawk.

“No… not of this sort. It is more of a man’s drink, is it not?” Aemelia says. You shrug. The women around here drink it, but perhaps it’s seen differently in her circles.

“That whore,” Yvetta half growls. Holly is flirting with Terrence at the bar while he catches up with one of the guardsmen he knows.

“She does that with everyone,” you point out. Terrence begs off to set down his sword and satchel at a nearby table. “See? Harmless.”

“Yeah… you better not be wrong about this,” Yvetta mutters to you.

“When was the last time I was wrong about anything? It’s just that you all don’t lis—” you start, but she’s already making her move. You sigh and give Aemelia a look. “See?”

Yvetta pounces on him nearly the moment his arse hits the seat. Terrence is awfully surprised at first, but he seems to roll with it nicely enough once she’s in his lap. The guardsmen throw up a good laugh and cheer for it.

“That’s not quite what I meant. I’d assumed she would be a bit smoother about it,” you comment to Aemelia.

“More graceful,” she adds.

“Just so,” you nod.

“Like when we did it,” Aemelia whispers into your ear. Now you’re the one coughing on the ale.

“Something like that,” you allow.

Your mother brings out some freshly baked pies from the kitchen and stumbles upon Yvetta and Terrence. She just makes a couple of bawdy jokes about coming up for air and Yvetta miss taking what she meant on dessert, making the guardsmen roar all the louder at your brother’s embarrassment.

The guardsmen leave after they finish their round and grab a slice of pie each. A few other watchmen and sailors trickle in and out as the night winds on. Yvetta and Terrence go of… somewhere. You don’t know. Your attention is more on a rosy cheeked Aemelia. She’s taken to trading small, inane stories with you, slipping in some giggling flirting as she pleases.

You opt to take her upstairs when she’s clearly too tired to go for another round. She pushes you up against the wall of your room, kissing you deeply and hungrily. A fair bit of fumbling sees her out of her dress and you out of your doublet. She laughs when you fall over in your rush to get your boots off.

“They just need more breaking in, is all,” you say.

“Don’t we all. Come here,” she grabs your arm and pulls you into the bed, laughing again when you end up on top of her. The bed isn’t meant for two. You continue on kissing her like before until she pulls away. “I want more, but we must wait. I made a promise.”

She’s lightly snoring into your chest soon after her words. Confusing woman…
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>>4667435
You’re awakened by loud banging upon the door. When you extricate yourself from Aemelia’s grasp and open the door, your mother passes off a sealed roll of parchment.

“I’ve heard her type like to do it with their clothes on, but I didn’t put much stake in it,” your mother says at sight of Aemelia sleeping in her shift.

“We haven’t yet,” you nudge her back from the door frame. “Who is this from?”

“What’s this? Your father’s started telling the truth? Some runner boy in fancy clothes brought that,” she says before you shut the door with a mumbled word of thanks.

Aemelia rolls over with a groan at the noise. “No more ale. Ever,” she says. She blinks and peers at the parchment. “That seal is of Lys.”

You open and unroll it over a better look. “It’s the bank you mentioned… they do know this is in the wrong language, right?”

“Let me see… it is addressed to Lady Haeliathas,” Aemelia smiles. “I like that.”

“What does that mean?” you ask.

“Sunflower, in a sense. It is a touch more stylized than your tongue allows… it implies that we are of a House Sunflower with a lady at its head… me. They see you as my consort,” Aemelia says, her smile only growing.

“That’s possible in Lys?” you ask.

“It is. Different families have different traditions there. Matriarchs are not uncommon. Sex is less important for lineage than it is for power. Only men may be magisters, and magisters rule the city,” she explains.

“So, magisters are lords,” you summarize.

“Not quite. A family may boast several magisters or none at all. My grandfather of Morelleon is a magister, but he is the only one of that name. Moraqos and Orlisis boast several magisters while some like Sathmantes have none,” she says.

“So, with this Haeliathas… they think of us as one of these houses or families?” you ask.

“They do not think of us as anything. They have been told this is what we are and so it is. This is from the Bank. The Bank is not like your banks. The Bank of Lys serves at the pleasure of the magisters, all of the magisters. They enter in pacts with this bank alone, so where one profits, all may profit. A magister would have told them to use this name…” she suddenly frowns.
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>>4667437
“What is it?” you ask.

“It is an honor, but I did not ask for this. Sunflower. How could they know that unless…”

“They’re watching us,” you finish.

“And a magister must be here… I doubt it is my grandfather. An ally? I am not sure which. I hope Mama is not playing some sort of game with me,” she frowns.

“I guess we’ll know soon enough,” you shrug.

“There is more, the terms… oh. Commenda. That makes more sense… they will put up the full cost of the wine here, then they will want half of the profit in return,” she says.

“That’s a bad deal for them. Too bad. They’d put up 120 gold dragons and expect 120 dragons in return? We expected 240 from selling,” you scoff.

“No, there is more. Our proposed number of 240 was scratched out and replaced with 360… I do not know what the reasoning is for that. Still, this could be speculative. The terms would be for the length of the loan, so a split in profits with growing profits could eventually favor them. It also is expected in addition to the terms of the loan,” she points out.

“You are good with this,” you say.

“Father did not have a son,” she says, but seems pleased all the same.

“What are the terms of the loan?” you ask.

“They have two rates. One for 3 years and one for 5 years,” she points at the parchment.

You glance over the numbers. Quarterly rates, good. Fits with the trips. The 3-year rate would bump up awfully close to your expected profits, but it would ultimately cost you less overall. The 5-year rate affords you more breathing room, but it ends up amounting to nearly double your principle over the course of the loan.

“Both of these have their merits,” you say.

“As does this name. I do like it… it makes us seem less Westerosi,” she says.

“And that’s a good thing?”

“Our Westerosi names are marks against us, so yes,” she says.

“It seems to tie us to Lys, though,” you point out.

“So does a loan,” she says. “Either way, we should decide on how we are to approach them tonight…”
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Fuck it's 1am for me, roll well anons, get us that money
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Breakdown:

Option 1
Loan of 1000 gold dragons
5-year payment
30% interest
99.51 quarterly payment

Option 2
Loan of 1000 gold dragons
3-year payment
20% interest
113.36 quarterly payment

Commenda (Bank of Lys only)

The Bank will push up the price of your vintage in Lys by 50% (240gd to 360gd) and front the initial cost of the product with House Cuy. Profits are split 50/50 with the bank. Initially, this leads to no change in your personal profits of 120gd a quarter and nets them nothing (120gd for them, 120gd for you with them paying 120gd up front). However, they stand to gain from this if House Cuy expands production. (This is not optional with them. It is a condition for their patronage.

Loan vote
>You like the 5-year contract. It is the more comfortable rate. [Healer]
>You like the 3-year contract. It is the most efficient rate you could manage. [Alchemist]
>Pass. Now that you’ve seen their terms, you’d rather work with a Westerosi bank. [Rogue]
>Suggest something else. A different rate, something else to offer, etc, etc. [Rogue]

Name vote
>Take the Lysene name of Haeliathas. This recognizes Aemelia as the technical head of your family by Lysene laws, as expected by her bloodline, and helps with social ties across the sea. [Healer]
>Stick with the Westerosi “Sunflower” instead. You don’t want to be that tied to Lys. [Rogue]
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First for Terrence winning the Superb Owl
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>Suggest something else. A different rate, something else to offer, etc, etc. [Rogue]
the bank has no idea if the vintage will be good or bad, it might not even be well received regardless of what they think, they benefit from expanding they will also lose if Cuy doesn't
How about a loan of 300-500 gold coins for one year with an interest of 10-20% percent and we make sure to prepare a proper wine for them to sample
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>>4667447
I need to do some number crunching for the Loan vote
Name vote
>Take the Lysene name of Haeliathas. This recognizes Aemelia as the technical head of your family by Lysene laws, as expected by her bloodline, and helps with social ties across the sea. [Healer]
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>>4667471
The ship costs 800. That is before the costs for the crew and anything else that you might want such as alchemy supplies/equipment.
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>Take the Lysene name of Haeliathas. This recognizes Aemelia as the technical head of your family by Lysene laws, as expected by her bloodline, and helps with social ties across the sea. [Healer]
Incase we do end up making business, they probably know the customs here but they might be testing us or they just care about their people
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>>4667475
My mistake, in that case... 800 is pretty tight compared to 1000 coins and a contract of 3 years might be worth it
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We could always try to take two loans, one small from westerosi banks and a bigger one from lys bank
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>>4667447
>>You like the 3-year contract. It is the most efficient rate you could manage. [Alchemist]
>Take the Lysene name of Haeliathas. This recognizes Aemelia as the technical head of your family by Lysene laws, as expected by her bloodline, and helps with social ties across the sea. [Healer]
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>>4667447
Good thing Tristan isn't the type who'll take offense for doing this, but I hope Aemilia recognizes and appreciates the deference we're showing her in this matter.
>Take the Lysene name of Haeliathas. This recognizes Aemelia as the technical head of your family by Lysene laws, as expected by her bloodline, and helps with social ties across the sea. [Healer]

Can we hold off on making the decision for the loan for now while we browse the other banks? It's just a letter, right? They don't need an answer immediately.
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>>4667480
You could.

>>4667823
If there is more consensus to go to the other bank before making a decision, then we can do that.
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>>4667447
>Profits are split 50/50 with the bank
Only for the sales in Lys. Can we negotiate the fine print?
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>>4667888
It's specifically for the wine (regardless of where it is sold) because that is what they are fronting the cost for.

One thing I should mention is that you're not locked into selling just wine. The wine is sold every 3 months, leaving you time to dive more into alchemy or to establish other routes. As it stands, this arrangement with the wine is the bare minimum you can manage and still effectively pay off a ship, but the maximum is up to you guys.

>negotiate the fine print

Yup. I put this out before the meeting so that there would be time to come up with ideas, but details such as deferring the first payment or two, etc. are open to negotiation.
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>>4667887
>If there is more consensus to go to the other bank before making a decision, then we can do that.
Seconded
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>>4667903
I would like to explore leasing the cog instead of outright purchasing it. It’s what the airlines do all around the world. Since wine is sold every 3 months leasing the cog is even more reasonable.
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>>4667447
>>You like the 3-year contract. It is the most efficient rate you could manage. [Alchemist]
>>Stick with the Westerosi “Sunflower” instead. You don’t want to be that tied to Lys. [Rogue]
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>>4667998
Instead of tying all our cash into a cog, we can instead increase our profit margins now that we’ve seen our wine’s Lys price tag. Diminishing returns and the time value of money.
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>>4667998
>>4668012
Hmm. The concept should exist here in a sense. Rather than leasing an empty ship, it would be paying a crewed ship to transport your cargo for you. Not an unusual arrangement at all. That effectively makes you more of a middle man, but then it is your invention that we're dealing with here. House Cuy didn't want to bother with dealing with an outside merchant ship, hence the push for you to buy your own ship, but there could be some Lyseni who are more open to it. It's something we can explore.
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>>4668103
Yes, I vote for exploring this option along with renegotiation with the Lyseni in this regard since they plan on cutting into our profits.
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>>4668103
We can always purchase our ship once we’re above the breakeven point.
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>>4667447
>Take the Lysene name of Haeliathas. This recognizes Aemelia as the technical head of your family by Lysene laws, as expected by her bloodline, and helps with social ties across the sea. [Healer]

>>4668103
>>4668146
Backing.
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>>4667447
>You like the 3-year contract. It is the most efficient rate you could manage. [Alchemist]
>Stick with the Westerosi “Sunflower” instead. You don’t want to be that tied to Lys. [Rogue]
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Haeliathas looks like a lock. As for the rest, I'm seeing...

3 for 3-year contract
2 for shop around
2 for holding off on buying a trade ship and middlemannning it

So, fairly split. Glad we fleshed this out before the actual meeting. Since there's not much to lose in taking another day or two, I'm going to set this up for exploring the alternative options suggested with write-ins with a preference towards more efficient loans. We'll decide from there on whether we are going to go for a trade ship with a Lys or Oldtown bank loan or if we are going to downsize this loan amount a bit.
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>Can I please get 2 rolls of 5d6? The first is Knowledge (Education) and second is Cunning (Logic).
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Rolled 2, 3, 2, 6, 1 = 14 (5d6)

>>4668748
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Rolled 3, 3, 2, 1, 5 = 14 (5d6)

>>4668748
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>>4668752
>>4668763
Oh boy.
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“I can see your point on Haeliathas. Why not?” you shrug.

She gives a surprisingly girlish cheer and pulls you back on top of her in the bed to shower your face with kisses. You about ready to replace the Archmaester of War with the iron rod straining at your breeches. She quickly takes notice as well, biting her lip in thought with her hand resting upon it.

“I made a promise to my father that I would not until I said my vows in a sept…” she finally says. “The temple was different. That was sacred… you looked at me at our meets.”

“I did…” you slowly repeat. She’s still on that from yesterday?

“Did you come back here and think of me more?” she asks while pulling at the laces of your breeches. It’s all you can do to nod. She pulls her shift over her head and gives you your first real glimpse of her pale teats while she goes back to her playful stroking. She plants small kisses on your lips once your seed is spent on her then leaves you to watch with half-lidded interest as she cleans with the cloth and water basin across the small room.

“What do you want to do? …Tristan?” she nudges you after she slips back into her shift and under the sheets for warmth.

“Hmm? Do what?” you ask.

“The loan.”

“Ah. The three-year is better than the five-year, but I’m still not sure on committing to them,” you say.

“What choice do we have? The terms are good. The Bank of Oldtown will be no better and will come with leveraging your father’s name…” Aemelia points out.

>Rolled 13 vs DC 12 for Knowledge. 1 Degree of Success.

She may be right. Banks of that sort are more for the nobility than anything, a way for those with the most land and power to gain more of both. Hells, the Bank is run by a branch of House Hightower. Past that, you’ve heard it said it’s near enough a crime for Reach lords to hoard their wealth. They’re always blowing it on tourneys and festivals to stay relevant with their peers. So, they turn to the Bank of Oldtown for the coin to start new projects when the whims take them.

>Rolled 14 vs DC 12 for Cunning. 1 Degree of Success.

“If I’m right about them, it’d depend on the amount…” you say as you mull it over. “There are other ways of going about this. A thousand dragons is a lord’s ransom. You’re right in that they’d want my lord uncle to make his rounds for that amount. We don’t rate that on our names alone. That’s about what they’d lend out for new mills or tourney fields. But what of say… four, five hundred? Or even less? That’s not so bad for them…”

“A cog is eight hundred. That is without the crew or any other expenses,” Aemelia points out.

“That’s the price of a cog. Why do we need a cog? Because my uncle’s maester wants to butter up an Arbor lord? Then that old goat can take out a loan instead. What’s stopping us from hiring a respectable ship to move our goods?” you ask.
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>>4668877
Aemelia sits up as she thinks on it. “Nothing, aside from costs and connections… so perhaps everything.”

“You have a connections. By that letter, one’s here in this city. As for costs… let’s go off 20% port value. That’s standard fare in my experience. 20% off 240 leaves us with 72 dragons after the initial 120 investment. That’s not as great as moving it ourselves, but it leaves us with a good deal more coin if we’ve a smaller loan. For argument’s sake, let’s say we get that same three-year rate for 400 instead of 1000 dragons… that’s… what? 45 a quarter? That has us pocketing 27 dragons instead of the measly 6 or 10 or what have you,” you explain.

“And leaves us with no ship of our own,” she adds.

“Does it? Four hundred would buy a fairly nice sloop. I’m sure you’ve been on the sort,” you say.

“I have. They are pleasant… but I thought you were set on this merchanting,” she says.

“It’s a means. I’m set on my craft. I’ve spent years dreaming of traveling to gain what knowledge the Citadel lacks. If that means moving wine, then I will move wine… what do you want to do? I’ve never asked,” you realize.

“Travel. Not for sorcery like you. For religion. I learned as a little girl of the Lyseni gods. They were so different than the Seven. The Seven are served, there is no choice. They have their book of commands and all must follow. The Red God is worse. You either serve the Light or you are a demon. But in Lys, you get to pick and choose. The gods crave worship for what else is there to crave. Only mortals may worship, so the gods compete for our affections. When my mother told me this, it changed everything. It is all I asked her of. But it also had me craving for more. What if other lands have better gods? What if they worship my gods and do not know it? The Summer Isles have a goddess of Love just as we do. Your Warrior is just a more dour Bakkalon. But what else is there? I do not know yet,” she sighs the last.

“Well, we both can get what we want now. No more meddlings. It’s just a question of how we want to do it…”

>1000 dragon loan. You’ll seek a loan for a cog and whatever else you need from one of the two banks. It’s what your family wanted. [Healer]
>400 dragon loan. You’ll use it to buy a sloop for the comfort of your travels, then leverage Aemelia’s Lysene connections to ship the wine on one of their trading ships at a fair rate. Whichever bank gives the better rate gets your coin in return. [Alchemist]
>No loan past the initial 100 dragons you’re getting from House Cuy. You’ll leverage the Lyseni for the wine shipments then make your own way off of your cut of the profits. Whether it’s on a Swan Ship or a fat bellied Pentoshi carrack, you will have the means to seek comfortable passage to wherever and on whatever you please. You’ll revisit the matter of personal ships when you’re wealthy. [Rogue]
>Something else.
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>>4668882
Can’t we get the 1000 dragon loan and not buy the cog?
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>>4668893
Idea is to have as long as a runway we can have. This is a startup and we don’t even have a product ready. Extra cash could provide solvency in case things go awry.
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>>4668893
Sure, I didn't structure it that way because I haven't seen any discussion or write-ins about alternative uses for such a large amount of coin. I'd be happy to take it as a write-in if a plan is put forth and gets support.
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>>4668909
Also we need to start carrying weapons or a bodyguard if we collect the cash and not spend it. Unless we can keep it in the Lyseni bank account.
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>>4668910
Plan is to get 1000 and do the Alchemist option:
>1000 dragon loan. You’ll use it to buy a sloop for the comfort of your travels, then leverage Aemelia’s Lysene connections to ship the wine on one of their trading ships at a fair rate. Whichever bank gives the better rate gets your coin in return. [Alchemist]
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Liquidity. Stay liquid my friends.
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>>4668909
Ah, I see what you mean now with the need for solvency. House Cuy is responsible for funding the research portion of the project. They're putting up 100gd to start, which is about enough to float the cost of glass bottles for an entire year's worth of harvests. If you're still left without a passable product after all of that work, then you'd need to convince House Cuy to invest more. The main reason for the loan itself was to fund your own ship, but it's not strictly neccessary to do so.
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>>4668882
>>400 dragon loan. You’ll use it to buy a sloop for the comfort of your travels, then leverage Aemelia’s Lysene connections to ship the wine on one of their trading ships at a fair rate. Whichever bank gives the better rate gets your coin in return. [Alchemist]
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>>4668912
>Unless we can keep it in the Lyseni bank account.

You can.
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>>4668921
I mean, what happens if a Free City gets wind out our product and there is a sales opportunity, only to find ourselves cash strapped because we took a loan to match our expenses? That’s a wasted opportunity right there. Extra money provides flexibility imo.
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>>4668947
Taking a smaller loan works in this regard: the profit sharing is the equity you hand out as a startup. If you’re a quality startup that has a lot of user retention, you don’t want to hand out equities like candy or you won’t find investors.
That’s the bright side of the 400 loan if we can negotiate to 50/50 split down to 80/20. If we can do that, I’m all in. But 50/50 for 400 makes no sense.
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>>4668882
>1000 dragon loan. You’ll seek a loan for a cog and whatever else you need from one of the two banks. It’s what your family wanted. [Healer]
All this copper clipping is hurting my head.
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>>4668961
>>4668947
Hmm. I guess I just had this set up a bit simpler than that. The amount traded to Lys is the full amount of what Cuy's vinyards are currently capable of producing. There shouldn't be any alternative sales opportunities until Cuy expands its operations or the seasons turn more favorable. Either could take years in this setting.

I do see what you mean, though. You're not limited to just wine, so if you wanted to have extra gold to invest in say... steel weapons to trade with the Summer Isles for spices to trade with... etc. then yeah, you have a point that the extra gold would help with that. It's just that I haven't seen any push for that sort of merchantilism yet, which I guess is perfectly reasonable this early in the quest.

>>4668961
Ah, the 50/50 part? That's actually considered a generous rate for Commenda under the circumstances. I ripped that right out of medieval Italy. I do this unashamedly because GRRM decided to use Gonfaloniere as the title for the commander of the Lysene army. It's only made difficult by your need to pay off a ship on top of it, but I guess that's why the rich stay rich and the poor stay poor... outside of legwork and initiative.
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>>4668882
I’m rewriting my proposals:
1. Protect equity: 80/20 profit share (equity plan)
>400 dragon loan. You’ll use it to buy a sloop for the comfort of your travels, then leverage Aemelia’s Lysene connections to ship the wine on one of their trading ships at a fair rate. Whichever bank gives the better rate gets your coin in return. [Alchemist]

2. Get ca$h for 50/50 split
>1000 dragon loan. You’ll use it to buy a sloop for the comfort of your travels, then leverage Aemelia’s Lysene connections to ship the wine on one of their trading ships at a fair rate. Whichever bank gives the better rate gets your coin in return. [Alchemist]
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>>4668978
>GRRM decided to use Gonfaloniere as the title for the commander of the Lysene army
That’s gold, I didn’t know that. However if we don’t need to buy a ship, we don’t need to appear desperate. Is 80/20 for 400 too much? 20% is a huge seed investment in wageslave universe.
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>>4668882
>No loan past the initial 100 dragons you’re getting from House Cuy. You’ll leverage the Lyseni for the wine shipments then make your own way off of your cut of the profits. Whether it’s on a Swan Ship or a fat bellied Pentoshi carrack, you will have the means to seek comfortable passage to wherever and on whatever you please. You’ll revisit the matter of personal ships when you’re wealthy. [Rogue]

Idc about copper clipping. I want to go explore. We can buy a ship without a loan when we see some returns.
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>>4668988
I don't see why they would ever go for an 80/20 profit split because it has little to do with the loan amount and everything to do with you needing them as a finacial partner in the first place, for 2 reasons: Them paying for the product upfront, which they insist on doing to make it worth their while, would normally be a 75/25 in their favor. And 2, they are the ones leveraging their collective influence via the magisters they serve to artificially boost the vaule of the wine by 50% in the city of Lys. They are making sure it is bought at 360 rather than 240, then they are splitting the profits with you, meaning you're getting the same 120gd profit that you'd get if you didn't partner with them at all and stuck with the wholesale rate. You don't have the clout to do that on your own (yet).

The tricky thing is that this is a risky loan for them to give because it's overseas shipping. For all they know, you could wash up dead in a year and leave them holding the bag. That's why they're relying on playing games with the price to compensate for the potential investment lost. There's a bit more to it that we'll get to in the story as it becomes relevant, but that's the gist of it.
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>>4669024
I understand. 1000 gold, Alchemist option is my call then.
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>>4669030
Doesnt this put us even more in the hole? The story post says we will have 72 dragons profit if someone else ships it. The 1000 loan says we have to pay 113. We have lifestyle costs too. We will be -41 a quarter before everything else is factored in. Can we please not have the cunning 5 character laughed out of the bank?

This is why I want to skip the loan.
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>>4668882
>1000 dragon loan. You’ll seek a loan for a cog and whatever else you need from one of the two banks. It’s what your family wanted. [Healer]
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>>4669061
Isn’t our money in the bank appreciate with interests? We won’t need to cash it out. Also bankers are a necessary means to sales since they hold monopoly over Lys.
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>>4668882
>400 dragon loan. You’ll use it to buy a sloop for the comfort of your travels, then leverage Aemelia’s Lysene connections to ship the wine on one of their trading ships at a fair rate. Whichever bank gives the better rate gets your coin in return. [Alchemist]
money makes me brain go woooosh
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>>4669303
Hmm I’d like to raise one point: would we like to insure our cargo against piracy or not?
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>>4669061
Also 1000 loan is 99.51 a quarter for 5 year plan. And yeah, would like to know if our account is available to term deposits and at what rate of interest?
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Gotta see the rates of other banks
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>>4667447
Wait, wait, wait.
>front the initial cost of the product with House Cuy.
Does this mean they alleviate the costs of House Cuy, or is it simply meaning loaning to us?
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>>4669466
The local market value of House Cuy's wine every quarter is 120gd. They pay that up front every quarter, then rely on you (or whoever you're subcontracting to) for the rest of the process.

Alright. The count right now is:


2 for the 400gd sloop option
2 for the 1000gd with the cog
1 for write-in 1000gd with the sloop
1 for no loan

I'll check back in later to see if this stalemate gets broken. I'm not planning to drag this out any longer than neccessary.
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>>4669334
I feel like pic related right now desu
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>>4669480
I'll go for the 1000gd with the cog, because it's the only option I actually understand.

>>4668882
>>1000 dragon loan. You’ll seek a loan for a cog and whatever else you need from one of the two banks. It’s what your family wanted. [Healer]
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>>4669480
400 gd sloop
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>>4669521
>I'll go for the 1000gd with the cog, because it's the only option I actually understand
Based and same, I don't wanna think about money, just do simple option
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>>4669521
>>4669535
Sorry about that. This is more in the weeds than I originally intended. If it helps, the Rogue option should be the simplest and most hands-off because there is no loan at play. All it requires of you is to meet with the Lyseni tonight and get them to ship the wine for you. Not trying to swing it any which way, but I'd like to help clarify where I can.
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>>4668882
>1000 dragon loan. You’ll seek a loan for a cog and whatever else you need from one of the two banks. It’s what your family wanted. [Healer]
Hope my ip is still the same
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>>4669580
oh never mind it's a new thread
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>>4669518
Makes two of us.
I guess Tristan got jack shit to show for his gold chain links?

>>4668882
After we vote now, do we get to hear other banks' offers?

>1000 dragon loan. You’ll seek a loan for a cog and whatever else you need from one of the two banks. It’s what your family wanted. [Healer]
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>>4669610
>I guess Tristan got jack shit to show for his gold chain links?

He never went for any gold links. It wasn't a point of interest. So I guess that's fair, haha.

>After we vote now, do we get to hear other banks' offers?

Yup. Hopefully tonight.
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>>4669480

First post of the thread, I'll tack on to this in the interest of keeping it moving.
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Calling the vote in favor of the Healer option.

I got home late again. I'll have the post up tomorrow night. The two alternate options to the Lys bank will be included along with PLOT.
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>>4670180
Ha ha Cog goes WOOSH
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>>4668882 #
>1000 dragon loan. You’ll seek a loan for a cog and whatever else you need from one of the two banks. It’s what your family wanted. [Healer]
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400 gd sloop
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>>4668882
>400 dragon loan. You’ll use it to buy a sloop for the comfort of your travels, then leverage Aemelia’s Lysene connections to ship the wine on one of their trading ships at a fair rate. Whichever bank gives the better rate gets your coin in return. [Alchemist]

Hi,a powder quest fag here.
I quickly joined in after checking suptg as to not miss the boat (lol)
So if I am correct on the recap.
We hid in our mom's basement of her tavern after an Arbor wine smuggling operation we were part of got busted.
We have a sister and there was a tourney where we met Aemelia a Lyseni nun noble(?)
And now we plan to do legit wine trading to fund our scholary pursuits of alchemy. Did I miss anything?

Also what level of alchemist are we? Do we know how to do basic alchemy?
Because I got some crazy cash multiplier.
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>>4671307
Welcome!
>We hid in our mom's basement of her tavern after an Arbor wine smuggling operation we were part of got busted.
Yup.
>We have a sister
Brother, but a fair mixup with their relationship.
>Aemelia a Lyseni nun noble
Not a nun, she just likes learning about religions. Also, her father (dead) happened to be a member of the noble family that orchestrated the smuggling ring.
>And now we plan to do legit wine trading to fund our scholary pursuits of alchemy.
Yup!
>Also what level of alchemist are we? Do we know how to do basic alchemy?
Basic, yeah. As in the non-magic brewing herbal potions sort. Gotta get away from the Grey Sheep and out into the world if you want to learn the good stuff. Good thing you're going to a city famous for less scupulous exploration of the art.

I should put up a recap in the next OP. There's an idea. Anyway, I'm writing the update right now.
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>>4671365
oh goodie.
because our alchemy knowledge can in fact help us with booze trade. we just need some distillation devices.
The price hike on fruits due to winter (lemons) can be in our favor. I'm thining of using our mom's unsold inventory and contacts to cheap brewers to make some gin and brandy. if not to reduce weight of wine and increase shipping quantities.
Lets say that the cheap wines are in 18% alcohol volume and sells by the barrel. We just need to distill 3-4 barrels to get 50%+ barrel of brandy. We can also distill semi refine aqua vitae (80-90% pure alcohol) to sell as reagents and preservatives, also can be diluted to sell as vodka. the brandy and gin is perfect for sea captains who wants to give alcohol rations to their crew but fear spoilage. the liquor can be watered down into grog. the alcohol can be used to make alcohol pickled fruits, keeping their fresh fruity flavour unspoiled from drying and salting.
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>>4671394
I see a problem with this, though. Tristan doesn't have this knowledge, you do. He's more of an alchemist than a winemaker. We'd have to dedicate significant time studying and learning about alcohol for him to gain the knowledge about this in-character.
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You both bounce your ideas back and forth, ultimately deciding the more adventurous notions are just that, notions. A sloop is little more than a glorified fisher’s boat and may not fare as well on the open sea… going shipless opens you up to same concerns of safety that have spurred the more discerning talks of crew choices. Contracting the shipping of the wine is another hassle neither of you truly wish to bother with…

The cog, then. That decided, you help Aemelia lace up her dress and go prowling for food downstairs. It’s only mildly surprising when you note your father finally stepping through the tavern door. You wave in greeting, your mouth occupied by a spoonful of blackberry porridge drizzled with honey.

“You’ve not run off, then,” he remarks with a look at Aemelia.

“Why would we do that?” you ask.

He just shakes his head. The man could stand to be a bit more trusting. “Where are you with this bank?” he asks instead.

“We meet them this evening, though we already have their terms,” you say before giving him a brief summary. He looks faintly lost on the numbers until you break them down more clearly.

“Hmm. I’ve had words with a Hightower of the Bank who owes me favors. A loan of 1000 dragons from them would come with a trading fee of 1500 due three years hence,” your father says.

“A trading fee…” you can’t help but smirk. The Faith of the Seven chafes at usury. As for why, you couldn’t say. It fits that the Bank of Oldtown with its own ties to the Faith would make some appearance at following the edict even if they still skirt it.

“Aye, a trading fee. What did you expect?” he grunts.

“To start with, a better deal. That’s going to be 140 dragons more than the Bank of Lys charges for three years. Although… you said it’s due in three years. That’s it? Nothing before then?” you ask.

“Nothing before then. Their loans are meant for lords and knights seeking to expand upon their holdings. They well know such work takes time to bear fruit. At least in name, this is seen as the same for House Cuy. Elsewise they’d not see you,” he explains.

“It may be a better deal…” Aemelia concedes. “But only if we are careful with saving the coin. Otherwise… what will happen if we do not pay?”

“They will levy a hefty fine. Their cousins of the High Tower will see it enforced which means I will see it enforced. If they deem you unable or unwilling to pay the fine, then your ship and other assets will be seized, and Tristan will be punished in some manner. A finger or a hand, depends on who sits in judgement,” your father answers.

“Always with the fingers and hands,” you mutter.

“Lyseni would do worse if it came to it, but only if lengthening the contract was not to bear fruit,” Aemelia says. “Even if we prefer this offer, we still need to attend tonight. To do less would be taken as a slight.”
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>>4671508
“I don’t much care which you choose, only choose it soon. The ship is in port. Lord Portain’s men will want it handed over. Now, where’s your mother? I was looking for words with her,” he asks. You motion to the stairs. With no tourney she needs to be up for, you don’t doubt she’s back to her usual of rising with the midday sun. The life of a tavern proprietor.

“Gods do I see where you get your manners from,” she complains as soon as he passes up the stairs. “At least you are sweet underneath it. Him? No. And you are better looking. You got that from your mother.”

“I look nothing like her,” you say before returning to your bowl.

“Not in color but in face. You have a good nose and good cheeks as does she. She just has the curves. Motherhood does that,” she says as she idly glances at her chest for some reason. “He has a pig’s nose and a fleshy face, try as he might to hide it with that scruff. Had you not the same eyes as him, I would doubt your parentage,” she continues. You let her go on for a good while as your thoughts drift. You’ve your doubts over her and your father ever getting along. Neither seems to much like the other.

She switches to fretting over her appearance after some time passes, repeatedly asking if anything is astray. Apparently, Lyseni have an eye for details. As do you, but yours is of tastes and smells. Right now, that has you sampling the tavern’s best wines. They’re mostly bad, but they still give you vague notions of what flavor you should be going for with your own experiments… barely. A work in progress.

“Must you try all of them?” Aemelia asks.

“Yes.”

“We will need to leave soon. The sun has been setting earlier. You have my dirk?” she asks.

“I do, but I’m not sure how much use it’ll be if I’m being honest. Gods, this one is awful. Must be Dornish,” you comment.

“Have you never killed a man?” she asks as if she was speaking of the vintage.

“No. At least not on purpose… not accidentally either. Unlike a certain Tyrell I might name, I am good at what I do,” you shrug, taking her offered arm at the door. She huffs and readjusts so that you are leading instead.

“You should learn how. Or we will need to find swords we can trust and soon. We cannot sail without at least one,” she says.

“There is Elias…”

“Lady Evalaine may have words on that,” Aemelia smirks.

“She could’ve been more enthused of my plan, but she doesn’t much like him either,” you point out.

“You are right. She despises him,” she says.

“Then why care?” you ask.

“Because he is a simple husband. Her lady mother convinced her of this. He is an invalid. She need only say her vows and bed him at her leisure if at all. Her duty done, she will be free to enjoy Sunhouse and its comforts, perhaps take a lover if she wishes it,” Aemelia explains.

“Seems a bit… harsh, doesn’t it?” you frown.
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>>4671510
“Is it? He may do the same. Do you think he so cherishes her? Do you know why they are to wed? I had it from her. She is quite the gossip,” Aemelia says, quite amused by whatever it is.

“It’s political. House Costayne borders House Cuy and it’s been a bit since there’s been a marriage between the two,” you answer.

“You are right, but there is more. Your other cousin, a Lady Barbara… no that was not it…”

“Beatrice? From my lord uncle’s first marriage,” you say.

“Just so, that is the one. She was to wed a Costayne. A good one, too. But a knight of Sunnyvale put a baby in her belly at Sunhouse,” Aemelia says.

“Sunnyvale… they are bannermen of Cuy,” you note. The house of a minor landed knight.

“They are, and the now Lady Cuy hails from there. Lady Evalaine’s mother. Your clumsier cousin had the baby, the betrothal was broken, words were had. It ended with Lord Cuy offering Lady Evalaine’s hand. I know not why. To make amends, to punish her mother, whichever. House Costayne comes back, not with the gallant second son but with the invalid cousin. A slight, to be sure, but one that had to be taken,” she concludes.

“Huh,” you comment. Honestly, it’s beneath your concern.

“You are sure you have Cuy blood? You have the look, but you may be the only one with wit that I have met,” she smirks.

“Call it a coin flip,” you shrug. “The oldest two are clever. Joslynn for certain. Branston as well, the heir. He’s been keeping up Sunflower Hall while my lord uncle is off having his fun. The others… you’ve met. Well, aside from that little shit Emmon. Count your luck there. Seven, to think they’re going to show him how to swing a sword…”

“Joslynn… Lady Joslynn, you mean,” she corrects. “… Lady Joslynn Bulwer?”

“Just the same,” you nod. “Her husband is the Lord Bulwer. Can’t say much past that. I was young when she was wed, never got to know her. I’ve just heard she’s competent.”

From there, you take the stone steps up a small hill to the Lysene villa. To your surprise, Aemelia is actually winded by the time you reach the top. You frown. It really wasn’t so bad—

“Welcome, welcome, Mistress Haeliathas. And her consort, Tristan, yes? I have the honor to be Bellas Pendaris, agent of the Bank of Lys,” an overplump man with a shock of white-blond hair and rosy cheeks comes rushing, rather waddling, up. You’ll grant he seems as spirited as he is overdressed in his silks and jewels.

He leads you through a courtyard littered with even more statues than the Cuy Manse, including a pair of running fountains. Two white marble women with lapis eyes alternate spitting water between their opened mouths. Fascinating. You could do with a closer look at them. It must be some sort of pump pushing the water up, but where?

“You may stare at the marble ladies later,” Aemelia tugs you along.
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>>4671512
“Do you see how the water flows? It’s in perfect rhythm. I’ve never seen the like,” you tell her. She just keeps dragging you along. The interior is much the same, aside from the rather offensive amount of perfume upon the air. A harp and giggling echoes across the polished tiled floor. You soon come upon the source, a great room lined with potted plants and no less than a half dozen scantily clad women sprawled out upon purple velvet cushions.

“I am most pleased you have time to look at our illustrious Bank’s proposals, yes?” His hands produce a fleshy sound when he claps them together that you find obscener than the statues.

“We have,” Aemelia allows, taking on an airier tone.

“Please, I beg you take seat and we will have discussion of terms,” the banker bids, motioning to a sofa.

You take note of another man with strong Valyrian features lounging about on a pile of cushions with his head resting in a girl’s lap. He is dressed more casually than the banker but with a thin duelist’s sword resting on his hip. Aemelia takes note of him as well. She squeezes your hand rather forcefully and whispers, “say nothing, please.

“Ah, this humble servant would be most remiss if he did not introduce our radiant Magister Zacarias of Orthos. My magister took a pleasure cruise here but recently. I am told you have met?” Bellas says with an elaborate bow before taking his own seat.

“Of course, we have,” the magister smiles. “Mistress Aemelia’s own mother are very well acquainted. Why, she is like the daughter I never had.”

Aemelia’s face could be made of marble. Magister Zacarias tuts. “Do you see this, Bellas? Do you see? Does the Mistress Aemelia not remind you of my sweet Lady Aelesendra? I assume you have met her mother. But one look and you would not forget her.”

“Just so, Magister. The mistress stirs the memory,” the banker bows his head.

“I had thought our representatives would be more discerning and less agreeable,” the magister says without his earlier warmth. By the larger man’s reaction, you’d think the words were a physical blow.

“My magister, I meant no—” Bellas hurriedly says.

“Be at ease,” Magister Zacarias silences him with a raised hand. “You meant no harm, no? I would speak with our honored guests in private… out, out, out,” he shoos the women and the banker away as if they were dockside cats upon his doorstep.

“Aemelia, Aemelia, Aemelia… what are we to do?” the magister continues when the others leave… all but two spearmen with the pointed helms standing in the far corners.

“I am not sure what you mean,” Aemelia says.
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>>4671515
“I only mean that you seem to have found yourself in some trouble of late, no? How is my Aelesendra? She lost her dear brutish husband. Is she well? Is she eating? Not too much, I hope. And what of you? The mother loses a husband and the daughter gains one in such short time,” he comments. “A happy marriage?”

“We are happy, yes. I am sure you know where she resides. My Tristan’s father is of House Cuy,” Aemelia answers.

“But Tristan is not of House Cuy…? Ah, you are a bastard,” the magister laughs, longer and harder than even you’d consider appropriate. He holds up a placating hand after a while. “Please. Take no offense. I laugh at fate, not at you. If Ser Hector were here… my very favorite person in this whole world was a bastard as well. Did you know this, Aemelia?”

“I am not sure what you speak of,” she says rather tersely.

“Oh, come now… why this one? Whispers name him a clever one, yes, but you had no need to make him your consort… unless he is skilled in the bedroom? I have heard this of bastards,” the magister says, addressing Aemelia rather than you.

“What they say is true,” she lies, grip tightening upon your hand. “I have grown fond of him for it.”

He stares at you both in uncomfortable silence for a long moment before nodding and smiling again. “Good! Then I am glad for you! If only Aelesendra were here… that would make for a happy moment, would it not? Ah, there will be time. I have come to bring her back to Lys. Does she still speak of me often? I know she does.”

“That is between you and her,” Aemelia says.

“Just so,” he agrees. “But I have been gracious to you, have I not? I ordered the name. It is a good name. Much better than Morelleon, yes? You will tell Aelesendra. She will like that. I can be more gracious as well… this loan, what is it for? A ship, yes? I will gift it to you. And I will loan you the remaining two hundred of your dragons for your first trip. Without interest. You will sell this bubbling wine to me and me alone, and I will want my own gift of the thousand in two years’ time. Who knows? I may gift you a new sister by then. You may give it to her as a nameday gift.”
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>>4671517
“Why would you do this? Would it not upset the other magisters?” Aemelia asks.

“You have me,” he grins. “I do not seek to play with prices like that pigboy banker. I would rather have something my good friends cannot have… and I want Aelesendra. You have luck in that she wants me too… and I want a favor. I know not what, but it feels right. I dreamt of Pantera and she had black eyes, do you know what this means?” he asks.

“No…” she frowns.

“Nor do I, but it is an omen, is it not? And you do have black eyes,” he says rather seriously. “What will it be? Do you accept my offer, or shall I call back pigboy?”

>This one seems half-mad, but it’s the right half of mad for you. And it’s the least amount of coin. (Pay 1000gd to Magister Zacarias Orthos in 2 years). [Alchemist]
>You would prefer to carry on with what the Bank of Lys has offered. You get the sense that it will lead to the least hurt feelings all around. (~113gd quarterly payment over 3 years for a total of 1360gd). [Healer]
>It will be neither. Truth be told, you find these Lyseni bothersome. You will take the Bank of Oldtown’s offer. (Pay 1500gd to Bank of Oldtown in 3 years). [Rogue]
>Something else.
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>>4671518
Damn, that's a thicc update.

>You would prefer to carry on with what the Bank of Lys has offered. You get the sense that it will lead to the least hurt feelings all around. (~113gd quarterly payment over 3 years for a total of 1360gd). [Healer]
Is this guy for real? He gives me the creeps, best to stay as far away from his as possible. And I'd rather not owe a favor to him, or needlessly involve the mother-in-law just for the sake of the transaction.
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>>4671518
>This one seems half-mad, but it’s the right half of mad for you. And it’s the least amount of coin. (Pay 1000gd to Magister Zacarias Orthos in 2 years). [Alchemist]

>>4671547
Meh. It sounds like she is involved either way.
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>>4671480
true. quite sure he buys alcohol to make potions tho. maybe not the knowledge to distill his own aqua vitae.
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>>4671518
>You would prefer to carry on with what the Bank of Lys has offered. You get the sense that it will lead to the least hurt feelings all around. (~113gd quarterly payment over 3 years for a total of 1360gd). [Healer]

Lys is also home to alchemist industry. Churning out makeups, perfumes and medicines to it's biggest tourist trap cash cows, prostitutes and whores. Lys is a pleasure island indeed, they even sell poisons and specially bred slaves. Yes,they have a human breeding industry due to their degeneracy for certain traits.
Like other Free Cities, they have shortages of lumber and cooking fuel. wink wink.
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>>4671518
>This one seems half-mad, but it’s the right half of mad for you. And it’s the least amount of coin. (Pay 1000gd to Magister Zacarias Orthos in 2 years). [Alchemist]
I like the terms, but we need to discuss it with Aelesandra first.
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i wonder what year is it? i suppose one of our end goals is to survive the next Long Night.
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>>4671647
Read the quest instead of metagaming and you might find out
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saw the year. whelp. 2 years before robert rebellion.
optional goals, get a dragon egg, maybe hatch it.
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>>4671647
>>4671652
While I certainly don't appreciate your metagaming, I wonder if we can gain Aerys' favor if we branch out into reactive potions and develop a more potent and stable wildfire. Surely the king's interest into wildfire will reach the ears of our fellow alchemists, who might pass on the info to us.
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>>4671697
I'm hated for less but yeah,good idea too.
Also there is other things I got in my mind, like using dragon eggs as an ingredient. Also Shade of the Evening leaves. It seems magicians drink that blue drank.
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>>4671751
Dragon eggs are already so rare that they fetch a king's ransom though. In the first book I think it is mentioned that Dany can sell the eggs for so much that she can hire an army to invade Westeros by herself, or live lavishly for the rest of her life in a mansion.
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>>4671510
>she says as she idly glances at her chest for some reason
>To your surprise, Aemelia is actually winded by the time you reach the top. You frown. It really wasn’t so bad—
Mighty suspicious! Along with certain other earlier warnings.

>>4671518
Our wife certainly is uncomfortable about dealing with this magister. Can we first discuss it with her? How agreeable her mother would be?
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>>4671518
Let’s ask for a timeout to discuss with wife.
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>>4671827
Did we get cucked?!
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>>4671518
>You would prefer to carry on with what the Bank of Lys has offered. You get the sense that it will lead to the least hurt feelings all around. (~113gd quarterly payment over 3 years for a total of 1360gd). [Healer]
I don't like nor trust this guy and don't want to prostitute our wife's mother for some money. Additionally if we're only allowed to sell the wine to him we might shoot ourself a in the foot if it turns out to be a success.
>>4671864
I think he didn't fuck our wife but her mother or am I misunderstanding it?
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>>4671868
>I think he didn't fuck our wife but her mother or am I misunderstanding it?
Maybe not by this guy, but staring at her breasts and getting winded quickly are ominous signs, of what I'm not sure. We should give her some moon tea mixed with one of the bad batches of wine just to be sure.
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>>4671518
>>You would prefer to carry on with what the Bank of Lys has offered. You get the sense that it will lead to the least hurt feelings all around. (~113gd quarterly payment over 3 years for a total of 1360gd). [Healer]
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>>4671875
>She just has the curves. Motherhood does that,” she says as she idly glances at her chest for some reason.
Ah shit i think you're right. She's pregnant isn't she? Let's get some moontea
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>I wonder how the voting is going. I'll check the thread to find ou--

What in the world
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>>4671518
>It will be neither. Truth be told, you find these Lyseni bothersome. You will take the Bank of Oldtown’s offer. (Pay 1500gd to Bank of Oldtown in 3 years). [Rogue]
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>>4671934
Well you're the one sneaking in these references! Besides, this is a fandom in which genuine errors like Jeyne Westerling's hips being wide in one book and thin in the other spawn theories of conspiracy and body-switching.

Don't worry, I know you're not so cruel in this lighthearted quest as to cuck the MC. I hope
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>>4671936
Yeah the hints were all for a purpose, but not this lol. Seeing it all put together like that, I totally get it, though. Whew.

On that, Tysha is the Sailor's wife, Tyrion's daughter is Lanna, Tywin's only child of his loins is Marei. ALL THREE Lannisters are Aerys spawn. There is strong evidence in support of all of this.
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>>4671940
Looking forward to the reveal, then. Here's hoping it's something innocuous like she's having her periods or something.

I'll agree with you on the others, but not Tyrion. Tyrion is obviously the time traveling fetus born from Lyanna and Rhaegar. R+L = T. I don't know how anyone can still deny this, Martin has all but confirmed it multiple times.
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>>4671953
>>4671940
Y’all forgetting about the lemon tree and the house with the red door
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>>4671518

>Something else.

Discuss with Aemelia
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My tally so far:

>Oh gods no, send in the fat one. [Healer]
4
>I'm disturbed but intrigued. [Alchemist]
2
>Nah, fuck this. I'm outta here. [Rogue]
1

And 2 votes mentioned discussing this further with Aemelia first. That's tricky. You could definitely get a better read on the situation from her, but you run the risk of causing a greater offense to him if you speak privately and then ultimately reject him. With that in mind, it's up to you to decide how to proceed.

>Ask to speak privately so that you can get a better sense of the situation before committing to a decision. [Alchemist]
>Stick with your gut on this one. (Take the results of the votes linked to the last update) [Rogue]
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>>4672445
>Stick with your gut on this one. (Take the results of the votes linked to the last update) [Rogue]
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>>4672445
>>Stick with your gut on this one. (Take the results of the votes linked to the last update) [Rogue]
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>>4672445

>Stick with your gut on this one. (Take the results of the votes linked to the last update) [Rogue]

Thinking on it more, I have no faith that Magister Zacarias has any reason to give us a good deal.

Seems like he wants to shwoop in on our bright idea, shit on the bank, (re?)acquire Lady Aelesendra, and get a favor on top of everything. Fuck this guy
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>>4672445
>>Stick with your gut on this one. (Take the results of the votes linked to the last update) [Rogue]
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>>4672445
>>Stick with your gut on this one. (Take the results of the votes linked to the last update) [Rogue]
Lmao even the meta votes are Healer Alchemist Rogue. Love this.
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>>4672445
>>Stick with your gut on this one. (Take the results of the votes linked to the last update) [Rogue]
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Can I get a roll of 2d6 for Will and a roll of 5d6+4 for Healing (diagnose)? First is in reaction to an opposing Incite test, second is to get a better read on the cues with Aemelia.
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Rolled 1, 2 = 3 (2d6)

>>4672819
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Rolled 4, 3, 3, 2, 6 + 4 = 22 (5d6 + 4)

>>4672819
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Rolled 4, 4, 3 = 11 (3d6)

>>4672822
>Severe Failure
Safe to say Tristan will be in a bit of a mood. Aemelia's Mollify roll in this post. She will need a 12.

>>4672832
This is good. On the nose for a Great Success.
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>>4672915
Oof
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The offer is tempting. It’s the best deal, and why should you care what the merchants and magisters do after you sell the wine? The only problem is the man offering it. He’s at least half mad, and you don’t care for the dramatics surrounding him.

“Call the banker in,” you say. “That is what we came here for.”

“I do not recall asking you anything,” Magister Zacarias tells you, no longer smiling.

“He speaks because he knows my mind on this. I am not here for games,” Aemelia says.

You see true anger writ upon him at her rejection. “I see you are as boring in business as you are in bed. You do not deserve my patronage. I rescind the offer,” he says before storming from the room.

As boring in business as you are in bed… It shouldn’t bother you. It shouldn’t. Should it? It does. You pull your hand away from hers.

“Tristan—” she starts. You get up and leave. Never mind the cold, you need some air that isn’t perfumed. You need to think. What did you expect? You’ve heard this about Lyseni, that they are debauched. She took you in her mouth the very first night. Gods know what else she’s done. She’s past twenty and clever in her way. Why would she wait for you to come along?

She said she made a promise to wait… but what does that mean, really? Why would she be compelled to make one when it should have been expected of her? Or is she simply lying? She lies easily and often. You’ve seen as much with the acts she puts on. You think back to the morrow you ran into her at the market, the contempt she held for you. Her remarks on Elias, the easy husband. Is that what you are? Does she think you are just her little fool to be played with on her whims?

“It is done. We have six moons until first payment.” You turn to her voice. She stands awkwardly upon the villa’s entranceway. A pair of guardsmen hang back with a chest between them.

“Good,” you nod, then leave them to follow you back to the Cuy Manse. You’re not about to leave this amount of gold at a tavern. Aemelia walks beside you for a time, but you’re in no mood for pleasantries. You leave her to break the silence.

“Tristan. Look at me. You will regret it if you don’t,” Aemelia finally says.

“Threats now, Mistress?” you mutter.

“No,” she hurriedly corrects. “You will regret it because whatever you are thinking must not be the truth.”

“He had you?” you ask.

“No. Never,” she says.

“Then who did?” you demand.

“Must we do this?” she sighs.

“No, not at all,” you answer, going on ahead of her and the spearmen. You pass through the manse’s gates without bothering to acknowledge the guards. There seems to be some entertainment upon the second floor. You hear the merriment echoing down the main staircase but opt to turn down the hall to the Lysene quarters instead. Even from outside the doors, you smell her mother’s perfume. Wonderful...
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>>4673199
Later in the night, you’re awoken by the sounds of arguing from the next room over. You can’t make out the words, not that it matters. It’s not in the common tongue. Aemelia eventually barges in through the adjoining door. She notices your wakefulness.

“She wants to go back to him. She is so stupid. He is poison. Why can she not see it?” she rants.

“I really don’t care,” you tell her.

“Are you still ups—”

“I don’t care about magisters. I don’t care about what this one or that one thinks or who they want to rut with this moon. I certainly don’t care about whores. If I wanted for one, I would have wed my hand instead. That would have been far simpler. I just want to perfect my craft. That’s all. So, I’ll thank you to leave me to that,” you tell her.

“I see,” she tersely says. She slides down the wall to sit upon the carpet by the adjoining door. The candle left beside her casts her face in a pained expression. She makes no attempt to move herself.

“What? More mummery?” you scoff.

“No… don’t concern yourself with this whore. It will pass,” she mutters.

“I won’t have you sulking there all night,” you say as you slip on your undershirt and rise from the bed. “It’s your bed. I will find another.”

Aemelia makes to rise but sinks back down with a gasp. If this is another act… But it’s not. She’s deathly pale. Your first thoughts are poison or a miscarriage.

“When was your last moonblood?” you ask.

“I… three moons, I think…” she answers. It makes your blood run colder.

“You are with child?”

“What? No! How could you ask that? This is normal for me. I said it will pass…” she says.

“It’s normal for you to fall into great pains and miss your moon blood? It’s called moon blood for a reason. When did this start?” you ask.

“Years ago, with my flowering,” she answers.

“And you’ve just carried on like this?” you say incredulously.

“I have always been weak,” she mumbles. “What was one more problem?”

“Right…” You rub at the sides of your head to lessen your building headache. You reach down to help her up and end up half carrying her into the bed. Once she’s settled, you plop down in the cushioned armchair by the hearth and take a hearty pull from a wine carafe that was left in the room.

“Tristan,” she softly calls out.

“Yes?”

“Zacarias miss took a rumor for a truth, as have you,” she carefully starts. “He is poison. This is what he does. He plants seeds of doubt and turns families against each other.”

“That’s it?” you flatly ask. “You have nothing else to add?”

“Nothing you will want to hear or that I will want to speak of. It does not matter now. What matters now is us,” she says. “Remember that. Please.”
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>>4673204
You don’t respond. There is truth in her words, you’re just not sure how much. You’re nearing the bottom of the carafe when the sound of her soft snoring is added to the crackling flames. Whatever she’s done in her past, however you feel about her, she’s to be your wife. She is your wife… you need to delve into this. Gods, has no one taken note of this before? Are you the only competent healer in the bloody Reach? No, that’s not fair. There are probably… two others… somewhere. She’s dealt with this for years, so it’s not some passing ailment. You’ve read of this. It’s moonsickness. For such cases as this, her humours would be out of balance, severely so. You don’t doubt it leaves her bedridden on occasion.

Teas could help. Something to bring her humours into balance. The cruel irony of it is that the herbs that come to mind for women’s troubles, which is essentially what moonsickness is, are the very same herbs that those maddened hedge witches use in brewing moon tea. Mere trial and error with a daily brew could see her pains subside. For you, that would be easier than this bubbling wine experiment… but a more nuanced approach may be required. You doubt her womb would bear fruit with a balancing tea. She’s a woman. That will matter to her. Does that matter to you?

>You’ve long played with the notion of passing on your knowledge to an apprentice, of raising one in a sense. While there is an appeal to it, it’s not critical if the apprentice is of your blood. [Alchemist]
>You find it bothers you quite a bit. You’ve seen how happy new parents get. You want that as well. [Healer]
>The dilemma is near enough a solution to you. You find children to be chaotic and dirty and distracting. [Rogue]
>Something else.
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>>4673208
>“I don’t care about magisters. I don’t care about what this one or that one thinks or who they want to rut with this moon. I certainly don’t care about whores. If I wanted for one, I would have wed my hand instead. That would have been far simpler. I just want to perfect my craft. That’s all. So, I’ll thank you to leave me to that,” you tell her.

Uhh hello? BASED department?

>You’ve long played with the notion of passing on your knowledge to an apprentice, of raising one in a sense. While there is an appeal to it, it’s not critical if the apprentice is of your blood. [Alchemist]
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Something else

Healer: To be sure, not an expected barrier, but to use your talents as an alchemist and healer to help her would be a matter of course, and would welcome the get of the relationship should the results be good
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>You’ve long played with the notion of passing on your knowledge to an apprentice, of raising one in a sense. While there is an appeal to it, it’s not critical if the apprentice is of your blood. [Alchemist]

Really this I guess
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>>4673208
Damn, so that's what a successful opposing incite test looks like. I think this is a first for your quests, we got really close with Ser Dustin Massey inciting Aurion in the Banquet Hall, iirc.

What does the first option mean? I get that picking Healer will mean working on a cure for her, and Rogue will mean accepting the situation as it is and remaining childless. But what does the Alchemist option do? Was this difficult for you to write?
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>>4673208

>The dilemma is near enough a solution to you. You find children to be chaotic and dirty and distracting. [Rogue]
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>>4673245
>Damn, so that's what a successful opposing incite test looks like.
Yeah, it was new.

>What do the options do
At the end of the day, all the options should lead to him trying to at least solve her health issues. Healing is a core part of his identity. It's more a question of how he personally views the situation and what sort of mitigating steps he might want to take down the line.

>Spoiler
Definitely. I've done more rewriting these past two updates than I've ever done before. I am satisfied with the result, though. It's not pretty, but sometimes that's what's needed to underscore the brighter moments.
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>>4673279
Still not getting what the attitude is in the first option, though. Second option is hopeful for a kid, 3rd is hostile to a kid, 1st is.. ambivalent? Like if we get her babymaking machine working, it's fine, but if we don't, it's still no biggie?
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>>4673329
>Still not getting what the attitude is in the first option, though. Second option is hopeful for a kid, 3rd is hostile to a kid, 1st is.. ambivalent? Like if we get her babymaking machine working, it's fine, but if we don't, it's still no biggie?

I guess I was seeing it as him more wanting a kid because he wants an apprentice than out of a desire to start a big family or what have you. For mood, perhaps ambivalence leaning towards some disappointment and slight anxiousness because he doubts Aemelia will be as relaxed about it. He'd work towards getting her to have one, but he might consider adopting one if it didn't seem feasible for her.
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>>4673353
Alright, thanks for explaining it.

>>4673208
>>You’ve long played with the notion of passing on your knowledge to an apprentice, of raising one in a sense. While there is an appeal to it, it’s not critical if the apprentice is of your blood. [Alchemist]
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>>4673208
>You find it bothers you quite a bit. You’ve seen how happy new parents get. You want that as well. [Healer]

When she’s pregnant there will be no moonblood, hence no moonsickness. Often female body restores herself after first childbirth. If not, we can apply the remedy after the childbirth because females with no children regret it more than males.


Can we consult with another Maester(s)?
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>>4673208
>>You’ve long played with the notion of passing on your knowledge to an apprentice, of raising one in a sense. While there is an appeal to it, it’s not critical if the apprentice is of your blood. [Alchemist]
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>>4673208
>>You’ve long played with the notion of passing on your knowledge to an apprentice, of raising one in a sense. While there is an appeal to it, it’s not critical if the apprentice is of your blood. [Alchemist]
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>>4673208
>>You’ve long played with the notion of passing on your knowledge to an apprentice, of raising one in a sense. While there is an appeal to it, it’s not critical if the apprentice is of your blood. [Alchemist]
Tristan will do his best but will not bend over backwards and curse the gods if his treatment doesn't bear fruit.
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>>4673208
>You find it bothers you quite a bit. You’ve seen how happy new parents get. You want that as well. [Healer]
Not having a child is the death of a dynasty as a rule, barring some exception and makes people who look for long term deals, especially in a world as relatively stable as a
Asoiaf somewhat leery of dealing with such impermanent people as those who can not have offspring.

also people without children tend as a rule to be kinda fucked up one way or another.
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>>4673208
>You find it bothers you quite a bit. You’ve seen how happy new parents get. You want that as well. [Healer]
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>>4673208
>There are probably… two others… somewhere.
Second opinion on moonsickness
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>>4673441
>>4674120
>Consult a healing maester as well

That can be arranged. IC from your time studying, you should know at least one worth speaking to.
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>>4674138
Voting for this
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>>4673204
>>You find it bothers you quite a bit. You’ve seen how happy new parents get. You want that as well. [Healer]
Would like to start a noble house / dynasty with a focus on alchemy but we need children for that.
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Just a heads-up, I'm not going to have the time to type up a post tonight, but I will have one up tomorrow.

>>4674144
I'm going to include that chance to speak with a healing maester either way. I was looking to give you guys an opportunity to purchase some books, and this is something I can wrap into the same scene.

Oh, that reminds me. Books. So, you know how the House Fortunes-based quests have Glory that can give you a +1b on tests? I'm going to do that but with books. If you buy and read through a book on Alchemy or Healing or Foraging, then you will bank a +1b that can be used on a test in the book's respective field.

And once you gain more unique knowledge yourself, you'll be able to write your own books to sell/trade. We will test Language on the quality of the writing.
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Eh.. what the hell, I'll change from Alchemist >>4673376 to Healer

>>4673208
>>You find it bothers you quite a bit. You’ve seen how happy new parents get. You want that as well. [Healer]
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>>4674434
I wonder if we can do a successful literature review on bubbly wines or if it’s going to be a hit or miss.
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Can I get two separate rolls of 1d6 to see what sort of opponents I need to prepare for Terrence?
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Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>4675763
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Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>4675763
Roll low!
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1: Some dumbass heir that shouldn’t be riding
2: Fat old lord
3: Competent lord
4: Skilled landed knight
5: Another natural rider
6: Woe to the Usurper if we had been

>2 and then 4

Dodged the bat there.

And while I'm at it, I'll take a second to explain how this jousting has been working for those that may not know. Jousting isn't the same as foot-based combat. The combat defense is actually the character's Animal Handling rank x4 with a +1 added for each bonus die in the Ride specialty. So, Terrence's 5 in Animal Handling starts him at 20 with +1 added from his 1b in Ride for a total CD of 21.

From there, it's a Fighting test with bonus dice from Spears being applicable. The rulebook says to take off -1D because it's technically a charge, but that's a bad rule here, so I dropped it. It would turn a decently balanced match into a slap fight. We've yet to see more than 2 degrees of success without applying the penalty.

The matches usually go for 3 rounds unless the two competitors are dead even on points. I set it up so points are awarded as follows:

Crit fail (5 under DC): 0 points
Fail: 1 point
Success: 2 points
Great success (5 over DC): 3 points
10 over DC: 4 points

Successfully hitting the Fighting test DC forces the opponent to take an Animal Handling (Ride) test to stop from being unhorsed. I use a base DC of 12 with 3 added to the DC for each additional degree of success. That's 3 over the base DC the book reccomends, but again I don't think they were doing a great job of accounting for the Animal Handling ranks that you should see in important competitive tournaments, so I bumped it up a little.
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Rolled 6, 4, 4, 5, 5 = 24 (5d6)

I'm just sitting around here with free time in a place that's really not conducive for writing. Might as well just push on through and do the rolls as well. I'll break out the results in the story when Tristan gets around to finding out.

>Can I get 3 separate rolls of 6d6 for Ser Terrence Flowers' Fighting (Spears)? DC is 17. I'll open roll for the opponent starting with this post.
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Rolled 1, 3, 3, 5, 3, 3 = 18 (6d6)

>>4675837
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Rolled 3, 5, 5, 2, 4, 2 = 21 (6d6)

>>4675837
haha fuck
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Rolled 2, 3, 3, 5, 4, 4 = 21 (6d6)

>>4675837
>that roll
yikes!

>>4675788
Really appreciate you going in detail and that's a great adjustment imo.
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Rolled 4, 2, 5, 3, 4 = 18 (5d6)

>>4675840
1 degree of success, here's the lord's Animal Handling roll. He needs a 12 with 4D+1b.
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Rolled 4, 2, 5, 4, 6 = 21 (5d6)

>>4675841
Another 1 degree, same deal with the opposing Ride in the post.

Ah, and can I get 1 more roll of 6d6 for Terrence's ride? Surprised the lord connected vs a DC of 21. DC 12.
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Rolled 3, 3, 2, 5, 6 = 19 (5d6)

>>4675850
And the lord's Fighting for round 2 is here.
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Rolled 6, 6, 1, 6, 2 = 21 (5d6)

>>4675843
1 degree again. Round 3's opposing Animal Handling test is here
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Rolled 1, 6, 3, 3, 5, 2 = 20 (6d6)

>>4675850
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Rolled 3, 6, 4, 6, 3 = 22 (5d6)

>>4675858
That's definitely a pass. Okay, here's the lord's last Fighting roll. He failed the 2nd roll, so you don't need to do a saving Animal Handling roll for that one.
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>>4675864
...But you do for this one.

>Can I get 1 last roll of 6d6 for Animal Handling? You win the round if you beat the DC 12 here.
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Rolled 6, 1, 5, 5, 6, 6 = 29 (6d6)

>>4675865
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Rolled 1, 4, 2, 2, 3, 6, 1 = 19 (7d6)

>>4675866
Now there's a roll...

Alright, that'll put the total as 6 points for Terrence and 5 for his opponent with neither unhorsed. Honestly, that's probably the best this could've gone. Lets the lord salvage some honor from his almost improbably solid showing.

Okay, same deal as before.

>Can I get 3 separate rolls of 7d6 for Ser Terrence Flowers' Fighting (Spears)? I actually missed his +1b from his Superior Quality mount on that last round. DC is 18 now. I'll open roll for the opponent starting with this post.
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Rolled 2, 1, 4, 3, 2, 6, 3 = 21 (7d6)

>>4675876
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Rolled 3, 3, 2, 4, 3, 1, 2 = 18 (7d6)

>>4675876
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Rolled 4, 5, 5, 4, 3, 4 = 25 (6d6)

>>4675884
Opposing Ride roll.
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Rolled 2, 4, 1, 1, 2, 4, 4 = 18 (7d6)

>>4675887
Opposing Fighting roll for Round 2
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Rolled 5, 5, 1, 5, 1, 5, 4 = 26 (7d6)

>>4675876
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Rolled 6, 3, 2, 5, 3, 2 = 21 (6d6)

>>4675900
There's that second degree. Opposing knight needs a 15 here
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Rolled 1, 5, 6, 2, 3, 4, 5 = 26 (7d6)

>>4675902
Alright, then here's his Round 3 Fighting
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>>4675904
>23

>Can I get one last roll of 6d6? DC 12
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Rolled 3, 2, 2, 6, 4, 6 = 23 (6d6)

>>4675906
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did Terrence just win? this shit is close...
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That should be it. Surprised that the better opponent jobbed so hard.

Final tally is 6 to 4 in Terrence's favor. That puts him in the semifinals. His final opponents won't be easy, though. If he loses in the semifinals, then he will compete vs the other loser for 3rd place. That'll be in 2 days.
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>>4675931


Terrence is the goat
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>>4675931
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>Welcome to Inside the Tourney
>We are live from the Final Four
>My name is Ernie of House Johnson
>And joining me are my co-hosts
>Ser Shaquille of House O’Neal
>Say my new name Ernie!
>..of House Hall of Dragons, okay..
>And next are Kenneth of House Blacksmith, Ser Charles
>Brought to you by Bank of Oldtown
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>Ser Charles, I want to start with you: what do you think about the surprising run of Terrence Flowers so far?
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>I TOLD YOU ERNIE
>I GUA-RAN-TEE TERRENCE WILL WIN THE SUPERB OWL
>Wow. This kid, I knew he was good and he took us all by surprise, but to make the Final Four you gotta be more than a Cinderella.
>He got what it takes to be a knight.
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>So Kenneth, what do you think were the factors that brought Terrence to the Final Four?
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>Certainly not dice!
>He’s stepping up to the moment. I’m not an All-Westeros Kingsguard like Ser Shaq and Ser Charles, but when I was squiring for Ser Hakeem, I knew I had to be ready and wait for my moment to joust.
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>We the North! Tar Hills baby, we gonna hang a banner on the Wall!
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>Go Dogs of House Clegane!
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>Ser Shaq: what do you think?
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>I think the people, the Bastards people, made a statement here, that you don't have to be legitimately born to be a good Knight.
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>Two words: Championship mentality
>He’s a bastard
>He’s an hedge knight
>Nobody knew about him
>But he doesn’t make excuses. >Every day he comes out ready to joust.
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>COMES OUT
>WILDFIRES BLAZIN
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>You gonna get us thrown in a black cell Chuck!
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Based commentator anon(s).
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To update tonight?
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>>4676869
Almost done. I'm still not home, but I've found some time to write.
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The room is still spinning when you awake. The fire is down to embers and the clay wine carafe lays empty and overturned at your feet. You don’t normally drink in such a way, but if this wasn’t a reasonable occasion then you don’t know what is. Sure, you’d always given more thought to shaping an apprentice, one that did not require your blood, but the prospect of keeping a marriage bed without experiencing the joy of giving life does sting quite a bit. At least someone threw a blanket on you at some point…

You eventually take note of Aemelia sitting in a chair in front of a polished silver mirror and fretting over her hair. She notices you too. “You are alive. You should get ready,” she says by way of greeting.

“For what...” you yawn.

“The tourney. We are going with Lady Evalaine and the rest. She invited me just a short while ago,” she says.

“Are you even well enough?” you ask.

“I will manage. As I said, I am used to this. You look worse off than I do,” Aemelia notes.

“About last night…” you start, thinking on how best to explain everything on her condition.

She turns away from the mirror to face you. “You called me a whore.”

“No, I think I called your mother a whore then made a general statement on the subject of whores and whorish behaviors,” you correct.

“By which you meant me,” she says.

“Does it apply to you?” you counter.

“I will leave you to decide,” Aemelia replies. Gods this woman can speak in circles…

“I was more looking to speak on your… condition…” you try again.

“My imaginary child?” she sarcastically asks.

“No. More of the opposite, really,” you start before diving into your explanation of moonsickness and what you think it means for her.

“Just last night you thought I was with child. Now you think I may be barren,” she states with a heap of skepticism.

“Not barren. It’s just… you have no true rhythm. Women have their days of fertility. You understand that much, yes?” you ask.

“Yes. Which lady doesn’t?” she says.

“Then can’t you see the issue? Your ripeness could be on the morrow or three moons from now. It could last a moon or a day,” you say.

“Then we need only do it more often to make sure it takes,” Aemelia tries.

“It’s not that simple,” you sigh, though a part of you certainly doesn’t mind that notion.

Then the tears start… it takes you a good while to soothe her. You don’t do much beyond hold her but then there isn’t much to be done. You’ve heard women just need to let their tears flow on occasion. At least you hadn’t yet donned your new doublet…
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>>4676935
“How could you think I was pregnant? Do I look pregnant, you oaf?” she swats at you between sniffles when the worst of it has passed.

“Lots of reasons. All of that with the magister implying knowledge of you abed. Then you had been tiring easily, too easily. I saw you examining your teats at the tavern. Then the night prior I thought your nipples seemed a bit large and they darkened on the air…” you list out.

She just gawks at you as if you sprouted a second head. “I was not examining my teats and I have no more comment on the rest,” she says, the pitch of her voice going up as she speaks.

“Yes, you were. I saw it. It was plain enough. So I thought, ‘why would she do this?’ And with all of the other symptoms…” you explain. She buries her head in the pillow and lets out a muffled growl of frustration and embarrassment.

“This cannot be real. I am still dreaming. This is just a nightmare. I will wake up and none of this will come to pass,” Aemelia says as she stares at the ceiling.

“No, it’s real,” you absentmindedly correct.

“I just… Goddess… I wish they were bigger. That is all,” she huffs.

“But that doesn’t quite explain your nip—” you start, but she clamps her hand over your mouth.

“If you say that word again, I will scream,” she warns.

“Is there a better word? I am simply stating that I have observed much the same phenomena in laboring women. That’s all,” you assure.

They are perfectly normal,” she hisses and pushes you back onto the bed.

“If you say so. I’ll admit my sample size could be a bit more robust…” you allow.

“Aemelia, are you read— oh! Good morrow, cousin! I did not know you had already arrived,” Evalaine says as she peeks her head into the room. “I see you are busy my apologies,” she hurriedly adds before shutting the door.

“When did she get shy?” you ask Aemelia.

“I am not sure, but I would hazard around the moment when she saw her rather attractive and mysterious cousin half-dressed and during an intimate moment in a lady’s private quarters,” Aemelia ponders.

“But we are married. What did she expect to see?” you ask.

“Oh? That detail may have slipped my mind in my conversations with her. How could I forget?” she gasps. You catch her smirk behind her hand.

“… I’m attractive and mysterious now? When did this happen?” you ask as you lead her down the hall to the main receiving room where any others may be waiting.

“Are you fishing for compliments? I thought that was my role,” Aemelia says by way of answer as Lady Evalaine and another lady vaguely of an age with her come into view.
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>>4676936
“Is Elias not coming?” you ask. For some reason, that sends the other lady into a giggling fit. Why, you couldn’t say. It wasn’t funny.

“He attends my lord father in Lord Leyton’s box,” Lady Evalaine says, finding mention of her betrothed to be less amusing than her… friend?

“Oh, you have not been introduced. Tristan, this is Lady Cathlynn Sunnyvale. She is my handmaiden. Cathlynn, this is my cousin, Tristan…,” Evalaine searches for a name to describe you.

“Haeliathas,” Aemelia provides.

“Heely…” your cousin struggles.

“Haeliathas. It is his name as my consort,” Aemelia explains.

“I thought you were of House Clawwater…” Evalaine puzzles.

“My father was. My mother is Lyseni and I am titled accordingly as Mistress of House Haeliathas. Tristan and I have already wed in the Lysene fashion,” Aemelia explains.

“You have already— ohh. Oh, but I was so looking forward to a wedding,” your cousin says, taking on a pouty tone.

“Talk and walk,” you suggest, not for any rush to reach the tourney grounds but for your own increasingly fragile sanity. And talk and walk they do. The two ladies of Cuy, one of house name and the other of the town bearing the name, let loose a stream of questions on the way to the grounds. Despite their absolutely grating mannerisms, it turns out to be mildly informative. Aemelia is Mistress rather than Lady because she is the formal Head of House. It can’t be you because you have no Lysene blood. It is her right to choose her own heir, so long as it is of her blood. Standing is known to shift in families over time, ensuring only the best and most favored inherits a family’s fortune… or whichever has the wit to avoid being poisoned, you’d guess. At least you’ll make a point of teaching your child how to brew antidotes… assuming you have one.

That thought sours your mood again, just in time to plop down in a surprisingly uncushioned chair in House Cuy’s box. The ground looks a bit churned up out in the lists. Some lordlings have already been at it. You recall hearing that there would be some matches amongst that level of peerage, more of exhibition and friendly rivalry than anything. The best would be advanced and slotted into the brackets with the other competing knights, the worst would go on being lordlings, doing whatever it is lordlings do. You’d suppose drinking and breeding.
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>>4676942
“Oh, there is Ser Terrence!” Lady Evalaine eventually spots out. And so it is. He’s riding against one of the lordlings. Well, that’s not quite right. Adding a “-ling” to the man’s description would border on mummery. The man must’ve been built like an ox in his earlier days. Now, he’s gone to fat. Somewhere there is an armorer either very tired or doubled over in stitches.

“Is that the Lord Westbrook?” Lady Cathlynn pipes up.

“I believe so,” Aemelia answers.

“By the Father, he means to joust?” Evalaine giggles.

But the Lord Westbrook makes a surprisingly good show of it. It’s almost uncanny. His poorly couched lance would wobble as he charged only to be righted at the last possible moment. Despite his seemingly drunken performance, he breaks lance for lance with Terrence and recovers smoothly from every battering he takes. His only failing was on his second pass in which his lance slid at an awkward angle off of Terrence’s shield, leaving it half-cracked. Your brother is awarded the victory on points by a fairly narrow margin. Even in defeat, the old lord seems to be having a time of it, raising a jolly salute to Terrence to the roar of the crowds.

The Knight of Gardenfast is up next, a more formidable contender by his reputation. You vaguely remember hearing the name called out on the prior day. To the disappointment of the crowds, he puts up a poorer showing. His first two passes were as lackluster as Terrence’s were solid. Perhaps he is simply tired after the grueling pace of the tourney? Oh well, it’s nearly over now. The knight seems to have a similar thought and opts to really dig in his spurs for the last pass. For a moment, you think his sudden burst of speed will take Terrence by surprise as it does the watching ladies, but your brother matches him in speed and has the knight rocking back in his saddle, very nearly unhorsing him for the trouble.

The crowd erupts in cheers yet again. Well, the smallfolk do. The reactions from the boxes are a bit more tepid. At least, from some boxes. The ladies of the Cuy box are less reserved. The handmaiden manages to spill a cup of wine over the side in her enthusiasm as they set to chattering about the rumored prowess of bastards and the like. The two Cuys in particular are red faced giggling over talk of lances and rings.

“Our lord grandfather was a fair hand at the joust as well. I heard it’s how he met his own lady wife,” you mention. That sets them deeper into fits. You frown at them. You thought it was a rather nice story.
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>>4676946
“Hmm. And have you considered what will happen if he places in this?” Aemelia asks as she leans into you more. For warmth, she assures. She’s not as deep in her cups as the other two.

“I’d expect that will make him wealthier than me if nothing else. No more bedding down in stables,” you say.

“Just so. He may have stables of his own,” she says.

“You think so?”

“It is a strong possibility. I have never seen a tourney of this size before. Unless he embarrasses himself on the final day, he will surely attract some attention. It may be that he already has,” she says. “His name will be known throughout the Reach, at least for this moon. There is worth in having such a man as a bannerman.”

“Huh. Yvetta will like that,” you note.

Aemelia laughs then gives you another look. “Oh, you were serious… no.”

“No?”

“No. She is common. I do not mean to offend, but that will not do. Not here. A lord may offer him a plot of land with a tower, but you should expect it to come with a daughter’s hand… or a niece. That may be more fitting. In any case, it should be a lady of good breeding who may have been otherwise stuck with a court knight,” she explains.

“She’s not going to like that…” you say.

“It is not up to her… but we will have to see. He could be offered a captaincy instead. That may be more likely. No one cares who a captain weds. They can have a whole litter of little thieves together if they so wish… I am sure she could bear them,” she sighs. “The gods truly test us at times.”

“Yes, but when is the wedding?” Evalaine asks for the twentieth time as she drapes herself over both of your shoulders.

>As soon as you can arrange something simple. You’re tired of all the waiting. [Alchemist]
>Some time just a bit before you set sail. You’ve the coin to host a small feast on the ship to celebrate the future. [Rogue]
>You’d rather not set a date as of yet. You more or less like things the way they are, and you’d like to spend more time getting to know Aemelia. [Healer]
>Something else.
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>>4676948
>>Some time just a bit before you set sail. You’ve the coin to host a small feast on the ship to celebrate the future. [Rogue]
>>Something else.
I want to let Yvetta know about what Terrence doing so well in the tourney means for his future marriage prospects. She should get a fighting chance of hooking him in.

Yvetta has an opportunity to strike. Terrence is def at an emotional high now that he's in the semis. If she takes the potion and fucks his brains out, she'll stand a better chance against any of the highborn that might pursue.
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>>4676948
>>As soon as you can arrange something simple. You’re tired of all the waiting. [Alchemist]
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>>4677057
What of not tiring him out before the the contest is over?

>Some time just a bit before you set sail. You’ve the coin to host a small feast on the ship to celebrate the future. [Rogue]
How different are #1 and #2 in terms of pomp? Will our father for example still attend?
How about a celebration in the tavern but with better refreshments than ale and cider for the guests?
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>>4677123
The difference between Rogue and Alchemist is mostly cost. If you're not looking to spend anything and want to keep it to immediate family only, then Alchemist fits. I think you can count on someone opening up one of the better casks even if you go for Alchemist.

If you want to take a few extra days and put on something more impressive, then Rogue fits. That could entail inviting other minor nobles such as the Lyseni banker and extended family members on either side who may be interested in attending.
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>>4677123
I'll switch to
>As soon as you can arrange something simple. You’re tired of all the waiting. [Alchemist]
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>>4677219
Which would Aemilia prefer? Do an empathy check for her opinion on it first?
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>>4677252
Would support this but if not:
>>4676948
>Some time just a bit before you set sail. You’ve the coin to host a small feast on the ship to celebrate the future. [Rogue]
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>>4677252
Supporting empathy check
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>>4677219
By the way, are the doors to Lyseni bank entirely closed? If so we might want to secure that Bank of Oldtown deal. Fast.
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>>4677357
Huh? We got the money already from the bank, it was the Magister's personal offer we turned down.
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>>4677357
Not sure what you mean. You already got the gold from the Bank of Lys, though it wasn't touched on in much detail after the magister Incited Tristan against Aemelia. The only one who got butthurt over the choice of loan was Magister Zacarias Orthos, but he was effectively fucking the bank over. In theory, the Bank of Lys should like you more for rejecting his offer.

>>4677252
>>4677273
>>4677349

We can do that. I'll type up a short post with the results with the above vote staying open until later.

>Can I get a roll of 5d6 for Awareness (Empathy)?
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Rolled 1, 4, 3, 6, 1 = 15 (5d6)

>>4677365
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Rolled 6, 1, 5, 1, 2 = 15 (5d6)

>>4677365
Roll mediocre!
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>>4677361
>>4677365

Okay, I thought we got chased out, must have missed the money part.
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>>4677366
>>4677367
Two equal 5d6 rolls lmao
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>14 Needed a 16 here (Passive Deception). 2 more rolls left until your +2 booster is available.

You look to Aemelia after your cousin asks her favorite question. Despite the growing frequency in which it’s been asked, it's a question you've both deftly avoided answering. Aemelia only wrings her hands and looks away to the field when she notices your gaze. It looks like the burden of answering is left to you…

You wish she were more transparent. She’s obviously dealing with nerves over the subject, but that hardly helps you gain a sense of her personal preference or, better yet, the reason for her nerves. Does she still take issue with you… or is she taking issue with herself? Or is it just the wedding day butterflies on her belly that you’ve heard piss poor bards wax on about? Roland comes to mind on that account. The man liked his marcher ballads.

Either way, Evalaine awaits your answer with bated breath. Truly. You think she’s deliberately holding her breath…

>What will it be?
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>>4677392
Feast but not on the ship, but with family. We can celebrate Terrence’s success together with our wedding.
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>>4677392
>>4677423
Supporting Terrence wedding feast
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Supporting Feast of the Bastards
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>>4677123
the next tilt isn't for a couple days i thought?
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>>4677657
Yup.
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>>4677842
Yeah so, he'll have time to recover. If he needs it at all.
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>>4677057
>>4677851
It's an interesting concept, at least to me, from a character perspective. I'm not sure whether or not Tristan would risk limiting his brother's advancement to give Terrence and Yvetta a chance at happiness together. There's a good case to be made either way. I could put it to a vote in the next couple days.
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>>4677392

>As soon as you can arrange something simple. You’re tired of all the waiting. [Alchemist]
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>>4677872
Yeah, I was thinking that Tristan would want to give his friend a chance. Yvetta doesn't seem built for courtly shit. But either way, it's a thought.
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Rolled 6, 1, 2, 1, 4, 4, 6 = 24 (7d6)

Odd vote... 3 for Alchemist, 3 for Rogue, 3 for some sort of Feast of the Bastards. I'm inclined to lean towards the combined feast since it's basically the middle ground.

The roll is just Evalaine trying to be charming. Post will be up soon.
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“You hadn’t heard? It’s in… two days, was it?” you tell your cousin. “It’s a smaller affair, but I suppose you could come if—”

“At tourney’s end? Oh, that is so perfect! Why, it is as if the whole event was for you and your sweet Aemelia,” Evalaine practically squeals.

“Right…” you respond, a bit more preoccupied with your bride-to-be-again. Aemelia looks pensive as she stares off out over the field. It’s as if she didn’t hear a word your cousin said. The tourney herald steps out amidst the blasting of a war horn and begins to announce the match ups for the final day. There is to be a team melee on the morrow, but you know Terrence won’t be bothering with it. The final rounds of the lists will be the day after.

Ser Raymund Risley unhorsed Ser Jonah Leygood on their second pass, settling a question of honor dating back half a century and advancing to the semifinals.

Ser Oswell Whent of the Kingsguard defeated Ser Jason Mallister of Seaguard and will advance to the semifinals. Rumors already buzz that the tourney organizers unfairly pitted the favored Rivermen against each other.

Ser Terrence Flowers, a wildcard returning from errantry in the Riverlands, defeated Ser Robert Gardenfast, spurring rumors that the hedge knight is indeed a mystery knight of distinguished origins.

For the love he bears his betrothed, the fair maid Lady Alysanne Hightower, Ser Arthur Ambrose overcame Lord Gerold Redding after their fifth tilt. This one seems to garner the most applause when the herald makes his announcement.

“Those three are all renowned as tourney knights,” Lady Evalaine points out.

“Ser Arthur is so gallant,” Lady Cathlynn Sunnyvale gushes. “Do you. Do you think…” she trails off, shutting her eyes and leaning heavily onto your cousin’s shoulder.

“She is supposed to be taking care of me,” Evalaine pouts.

“Was that before or after you both drank enough Arbor Gold to ransom a knight’s armor?” you ask.

“Both. You will have to carry her, cousin. Mind your hands, she is ticklish,” Evalaine instructs.

“Shouldn’t you carry her? She’s your responsibility. Elsewise go get Elias to do it,” you shrug.

“I tire of hearing his name,” she sighs then redoubles her efforts on you, using her bright blue eyes and long eyelashes to great effect. “I know I can count on you, Tristan. Your lady wife speaks of how sweet you are. I know you would not leave poor Cathlynn in the hands of a less honorable man. Would you?”

“Fine,” you can’t help but sigh your agreement. “Take her to the privy first.” That one is dangerous. You’re starting to think they stuck her with a mute to reduce the damage she can could with honeyed words.
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>>4678251
“In two days.” Aemelia finally speaks when the two Ladies of Cuy stumble out of earshot.

“Is that a problem?” you ask in face of her downcast mood.

“Is it for you?” she replies.

“Do you follow some sort of rule on not answering any questions?” you ask back. Oh gods, she’s looking weepy again…

“I did not think you would still want me…” she sniffs.

“Why?”

“I am not whole,” she says. “I am cursed.”

“Yes, I can see how cursed you must be,” you scoff. “Your husband is one of the only healers in the kingdoms allowed to wed and capable of curing you. That must be rough for you.”

“You will cure me? You swear it?” she takes your hands in hers.

“I will try. I’ve sound theory to work off of. There’s a maester I’d like to speak with on the morrow, assuming he hasn’t gotten himself executed since I was last in town,” you say. Aemelia wraps her arms around your neck, nearly falling from her seat. You pull her into your own creaky chair lest she loses her balance.

“I could take you inside of me right now,” she says against your neck. You feel it down your spine.

“Best not. Those two lushes will come stumbling in any moment now,” you point out.

“I think they would not mind…” she sighs and slides out of your lap. “Two days. When were you planning on telling me?”

“Just now. I figured with how well my brother is doing, we could make a bit of a feast out of it,” you tell her.

“We could… I think I would like that. It takes some of the pressure away. But for a stitching or two, my dress should be ready. I will see to it on the morrow while you see this maester,” Aemelia decides. “What I wonder is what you plan on doing about your brother.”

“What about him?” you shrug.

“You know what I mean.”

You do. Him and Yvetta. Whatever is going on there, you helped set it in motion. But you didn’t expect him to do half as well as he has. Now he may have other opportunities. Should that matter?

>Your brother has never expressed any real interest in gaining power for power’s sake. Acceptance is what he’s always craved. Yvetta can give that to him and he to her. Warn her so she can make that happen. [Healer]
>As much as you may like Yvetta, this is Terrence’s only realistic chance to see himself elevated to a title of his own. She should not get in his way. Explain that to her before she dives too deep into this. [Rogue]
>This isn’t your problem. You’ve done enough to help them already. If it doesn’t work out, then it wasn’t meant to. If it does, then great. Let the cards fall as they will. [Alchemist]
>Something else.
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>>4678251
>Rumors already buzz that the tourney organizers unfairly pitted the favored Rivermen against each other.
UEFA Champions League, ladies and gentlemen.
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>>4678253
>This isn’t your problem. You’ve done enough to help them already. If it doesn’t work out, then it wasn’t meant to. If it does, then great. Let the cards fall as they will. [Alchemist]
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>>4678253
>>Your brother has never expressed any real interest in gaining power for power’s sake. Acceptance is what he’s always craved. Yvetta can give that to him and he to her. Warn her so she can make that happen. [Healer]
if he does well in the upcoming matches he might get some serious marriage prospects, this will at least give her a chance. probably still a longshot for her, but she deserves the chance.
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>>4678253
>>This isn’t your problem. You’ve done enough to help them already. If it doesn’t work out, then it wasn’t meant to. If it does, then great. Let the cards fall as they will. [Alchemist]
We've already done enough for them, and Yvetta moved on fast. If we were playing Terrence quest, I'd be wary of the brother interfering so much. Trust in Yvetta's ability to ensnare Terrence, and if she doesn't, he gets a good future out of it. This might be the most important decision of his life, I think we should trust him to make it for himself.

Btw Boggs I was reading your first quest (House Boggs) and I was laughing all the while at the retarded choices the players made, especially that attempt at polygamy. And I also noticed that you've grown much as a QM, and you're much more self-confident than the pure and innocent Boggs in the first quest whose smile I wanted to protect lol. I miss the frequency of updates, but we can't do anything about that, other than wishing you and yours the best.
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>>4678348
Oh man. Lessons learned, I guess. A lot of the issue was just in my framing and was a result of a complete absence of prep. Should've pregenned that one, too. I had to dump nearly all of my ideas after the house gen. The polygamy bit was weird, though. I had even stated ooc that I hate contrived, zero-consequence harem shit. But again, framing. Shouldn't have made it a plot point. I wanted to give more opportunities to play with local alliances, but a bigger family to start with would've been a smarter substitute.

Thanks. The main reason I took a break is actually going on right now after some delays, but it's been going well.
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>>4678253
>Your brother has never expressed any real interest in gaining power for power’s sake. Acceptance is what he’s always craved. Yvetta can give that to him and he to her. Warn her so she can make that happen. [Healer]

Also a missed opportunity. We could have gambled on the tourney for extra cash.
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>>4678253
>This isn’t your problem. You’ve done enough to help them already. If it doesn’t work out, then it wasn’t meant to. If it does, then great. Let the cards fall as they will. [Alchemist]
I agree, enough meddling.
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>>4678253
>This isn’t your problem. You’ve done enough to help them already. If it doesn’t work out, then it wasn’t meant to. If it does, then great. Let the cards fall as they will. [Alchemist]
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>>4678393
best wishes Boggs
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>>4678253
>>Your brother has never expressed any real interest in gaining power for power’s sake. Acceptance is what he’s always craved. Yvetta can give that to him and he to her. Warn her so she can make that happen. [Healer]
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Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>4678421
I guess you do have 201gd to bet right now if you're feeling up to risking some of it.

Let's see who is going to be riding against Terrence in the next round first.

1: Ser Oswell Whent
2: Ser Raymund Risley
3: Ser Arthur Ambrose

That's basically the order in which they're favored to win. (Terrence is the least favored of the 4)
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Meh not gonna gamble at this point, well set up for bright things. What time line are we looking at for the wine and voyage?
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>>4679627
Oof. Well, you will end up getting some pretty great multipliers... but for good reason.

I'm not going to make it home tonight at all, so there's no loss in leaving it to a vote until tomorrow.

Bet on the match?

>Yes. The promise of extra coin and the excitement of the risk does appeal to you. [Rogue]
>No. You're all for a little experimentation, but this is too far from a certainty to risk your newly-borrowed coin. [Alchemist]
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>>4679644
Can we bet on Whent?
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>>4679652
Now there's a better Rogue option. Why not? It's your character.
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>>4679644
>Yes. The promise of extra coin and the excitement of the risk does appeal to you. [Rogue]

Just a small sprinkle of money to see if luck is on our side. Also isn't business a kind of a gamble?

Bet 2 Stags (112 pennies) on Terrence winning against the first rider in the semifinals only. Least favoured to win has the biggest odds.

I suppose the betting house board looks like this now

1: Ser Oswell Whent 2:1
2: Ser Raymund Risley 3:1
3: Ser Arthur Ambrose 4:1
4: Terrence 5:1
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>>4679644
Well that depends on how much we're betting isn't it?
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>>4679652
>support
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Lol.if this is a metagame isekai shlock. we just need to head to harrenhal and bet.
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>>4679632
Realistically, you could sail in a few days. You'll get to see the ship tomorrow. What we are looking at coming up is:

1. See your ship+talk to an old maester mentor
2. Final tourney rounds
3. Sept wedding+celebrating at the tavern
4. Getting ready to set sail.

Lys is 2 weeks away by sail. Myr (needed to set up the glass bottles) is another 10 days from Lys. You won't be needing to do the Myr trip every time, but you'll need to for this first leg.

From there, you sail back to Cuy lands just south of Oldtown. They'll have enough wine stocked up for you to do some experimenting. They do harvests every 3 months, so you need only make the trip every 3 months. That should leave some time for exploring other things. First payment on your loan is due in 6 months.
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>>4679700
It certainly could. I'll put that to a vote later.

>>4679720
It's definitely not. I dislike metagaming about as much as samefagging.
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>>4679644
>No. You're all for a little experimentation, but this is too far from a certainty to risk your newly-borrowed coin. [Alchemist]
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>>4679644
Betting 2 stags on Whent because in either scenario we win, and I’m a huge jinx
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Just read the 1st thread. So the wine we are selling is a Sparkling Rose and Red Port.
We should take up on brewer and vinter studies.
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>>4679644
>No. You're all for a little experimentation, but this is too far from a certainty to risk your newly-borrowed coin. [Alchemist]
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>>4679732
During the wedding feast, given that Terrence is a household name now, can we invite reputable knights and network with them for protection work?
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Whew. Finally home. I'm seeing 3 No's, 3 bet on Whent's, and 1 bet on Terrence.

I'm also seeing 2 silver stags mentioned for a betting amount. That's... not much, a fraction of a percentage of your basic monthly upkeep. I was going to start it at 1 gold dragon and go from there. Unless I see some pushback looking for something else, I'm probably going to just run with the 2 stags as a friendly/joking wager with Yvetta.

>>4680470
Yeah, the people interested in attending will vary greatly depending on how he does in these next couple matches, but at least someone will show up.
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You ultimately wave off Aemelia’s concerns about Terrence and Yvetta… if they were true concerns at all. It’s not your problem. You were irritated enough by all of the meddling in your own personal affairs. Subjecting your brother to more of the same just doesn’t sit well.

“He keeps a common wench for a paramour?” Evalaine asks on the way back to the manse. Of course, she would nose in on your idle chatter.

“Your pet is drooling on my neck. If this leaves a mark on anything, you are paying for it,” you warn her. You’re carrying her drunken handmaiden on your back. Small blessing that she can’t weigh more than seven stone. Otherwise, you might’ve more seriously considered piling the rushes over her and leaving her there for the evening.

“You may take it up with Mother. Cathlynn was her notion,” Evalaine says without a care. As this Cathlynn a Sunnyvale like the most recent Lady of Cuy, you can see the truth in that. Must be a niece or some sort of cousin. Marrying a daughter to a liege lord, that scandal with your cousin Beatrice landing another of their knights, well-positioned handmaidens. Even you would say that your lord uncle’s banner house is a bit… reaching.

“It is more the wench fancies him,” Aemelia answers while you focus on not dropping the waif into the mud.

“Oh, if that is all. Good,” Evalaine nods. “I had thought perhaps… Cathlynn for him? No? Mother said I had to find a match for her, and I would call it a fairly even one after today.”

“Why her— oh for the Maiden’s sake,” you groan. “No. I’m not getting dragged into this. Leave me out of it.”

“Do you not care for Ser Terrence’s future, cousin?” Evalaine asks.

“I do. It’s just that as far as I can see, he’s going to end up with a warm bed and the means to keep knocking men off of horses no matter what happens. Aemelia, you do this. You owe me that much for bringing it up,” you say.

“He may do better than her, or he may yet prefer his wench,” Aemelia suggests.

Better than my Cathlynn? Surely not,” Evalaine gasps.

“Does she come with land of her own? He would not be marrying her for her hips. How old is she?” Aemelia asks. You’d think the two were haggling over a mare. You’re half-tempted to suggest checking her teeth. That should be a part of this process regardless.
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>>4681399
“Six and ten… fine. Five and ten. But that is close! A betrothal while he goes on his tourneys? She may not have land, but her father has done rather well in town,” Evalaine answers, then gets a sly look about her. “I don’t believe you mentioned your own age, my lady.”

That serves to throw Aemelia off. More so than you would’ve expected. “Four and twenty,” she admits when you pass through the manse’s gates.

“By the Maiden! You are nearer my lady mother’s age!” your cousin gasps. “Surely you were widowed?”

Aemelia mutters some passing excuse and rushes on ahead. “Was it something I said?” your cousin asks you when you dump her handmaiden on a plush chair in the receiving room.

“What do you think?” you throw back.

“Oh. I feel just awful now. We were getting on so well… I will have to make it up to her even if she is wrong about Cathlynn,” Evalaine says.

“He wins one more match and he’ll have the coin to buy himself a bride if he so wishes,” you point out. You’ve been hearing seven thousand dragons for the winner, four thousand for the runner-up, and another two thousand to the third placeman.

“As crude a suggestion as that is, Ser Terrence rides against the Kingsguard next,” Evalaine informs.

“It’s not crude. I’m sure your Lady Cathlynn has a brother or two looking to do much the same if her father is a merchant lordling. Or did you think I meant a slave… a moment. How do you know who he rides against?” you ask.

“The privy for the ladies of the boxes is for more than making water, you know,” she teases.

“Hmm. That’s… not good,” you admit.

“I see it as a chance for Ser Terrence to find true love,” she persists. You know her current muse of true love is sprawled out snoring right in front of you. Honestly, you’d have to say her matchmaking notion is a fruitless one. You could see Yvetta losing out to the prospect of land and title, but not to a half-bloomed girl with neither. If he manages to beat Ser Whent or at least pulls third, then he may well find himself with an offer. If you were a lord, you’d offer him something. Best to see a champion’s purse flow into uncultivated lands under one’s sway.
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>>4681400
But you leave that unsaid. You’ve concerns more toward other matters left unsaid. You doubt your cousin was far off the mark with Aemelia. Was that what that lunatic magister was on about—

“We could help each other, you know,” Evalaine interrupts your wandering thoughts.

“With what?” you ask her.

She steps forward and stands on her toes to whisper closer to your ear, “matters of love.”

You’re acutely aware of how alone you are in the dimly lit room. Aside from her sleeping handmaiden. For a wild moment, you think she’s about to try to do something very, very stupid when she bids you take a seat. But she turns to something more daring than all of that…

“You know I am betrothed,” she quietly says.

“I do…” you carefully answer.

“I do not want to be. He wants to sail with you. Those waters are very dangerous, are they not?” Evalaine pointedly asks.

“They can be in some places. Evalaine—”

“He could fall off the ship. Or you could bring him to a pillow house. A scandal there may work even better… I will give you whatever you want. I could return the favor for you. We both know you were pushed into your own match. Or is there something else you want more?” she suggests with a sly look.

>Refuse her outright. You would never consider the like. You’re disgusted that she would even suggest it. [Healer]
>Agree to her terms. The man means nothing to you, and this sounds more than worth your while. Your old captain would’ve done it in a heartbeat. Perhaps his lessons paid off more than you’d thought. [Rogue]
>Agree with the full intention of betraying her. You’ll tell your father and wash your hands of this. [Rogue]
>Something else.

Agreeing to her terms without betraying her doesn’t lock you into any decisions on what sort of favor she will grant in return.
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>>4681406
>>Refuse her outright. You would never consider the like. You’re disgusted that she would even suggest it. [Healer]
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>>4681406
>Agree to her terms. The man means nothing to you, and this sounds more than worth your while. Your old captain would’ve done it in a heartbeat. Perhaps his lessons paid off more than you’d thought. [Rogue]
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I keep changing my mind before voting

She is a total Mean Girl and I love it
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>>4681406
>Refuse her outright. You would never consider the like. You’re disgusted that she would even suggest it. [Healer]
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>>4681406
>Refuse her outright. You would never consider the like. You’re disgusted that she would even suggest it. [Healer]
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>>4681406
>Agree to her terms. The man means nothing to you, and this sounds more than worth your while. Your old captain would’ve done it in a heartbeat. Perhaps his lessons paid off more than you’d thought. [Rogue]

Definitely bros before hoes. Lets meet Elias properly first, take him on the trip and get a measure of him.
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>>4681701
Do you even know what bros before hoes mean?
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>>4681766
Copied the wrong option. Thanks for bringing it to my attention.

>Agree with the full intention of betraying her. You’ll tell your father and wash your hands of this. [Rogue]
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... I mean in principle I am not against killing.
But there are 2 major issues that we face now.
1 we are scouting for trustworthy and loyl security, and well fucking over a Knight on our first trip... Sets q bad precedent I am saying.
2 we are not receiving any kind of monetary compensation that would offset nr 1.
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>>4681406
>>Refuse her outright. You would never consider the like. You’re disgusted that she would even suggest it. [Healer]
Maybe instead of disgust we can point out that Tristan is the last person who should be doing this? His foot is more often in his mouth than not, and his skill at persuading others is laughable. How can he possibly get away with this when he's questioned? Even now, it will be a challenge not to spill his guts to Aemilia. Evalaine must be truly desperate if she's approaching Tristan of all people for this.

Lastly, she seems to be suggesting that she'll help in getting rid of the wife, and I don't think there's any talk or votes towards that direction other than the failed incite test.
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>>4681837
I'm torn on whether we should rat her out, though. On the one hand, if we keep quiet about it, she might get even more desperate and either actually succeed or get caught. On the other hand, if we turn her in, I don't know severely she'll be punished. She might want to get revenge against us in the future.
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>>4681839
Snitches get stitches.
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>>4681406
>>Agree with the full intention of betraying her. You’ll tell your father and wash your hands of this. [Rogue]
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My issue with ratting her out is that I'm sure she'll bat her eyelashes (and she's good at that, as Tristan himself noticed) and try to come out as innocent, blaming us instead. It'll cause divisions in the family at a time we need to be united, even our business might be in danger should the Lord and our father fight. Should we take that risk?
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>>4681916
I'm with you on that. But I'm worried she's gonna blame us for something even if we don't rat on her.
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>>4681924
Best option is to notify Aemelia and Mother instead of going straight to Father. Let Mother sweettalk Evalaine into being quiet and even Aemelia can hint talking to Father about her intentions if she tries to pull something up.
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>>4681406
>Agree with the full intention of betraying her. You’ll tell your father and wash your hands of this. [Rogue]
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>>4681966
I want to head her off. She could do damage control a lot sooner if we directly refuse her. She can't be trusted
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>>4681966
>run to mom and wifey
>Evalaines bullying me
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>>4682069
She is trueborn, we are a bastard. Who do you think will be trusted? We need witnesses.
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>>4682070
>what is eyewitness testimony
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>>4682080
Exactly. We have no witnesses and she is more likely to be trusted over us. So we tell her no, she goes to her dad and says we tried to rape her or something because she sees us as a threat now. We have to flee the city at best.

If we tell her yes and then go to our dad who is more likely to trust us BEFORE she starts saying crazy shit to get rid of us then that might work out. Idk this all may be paranoia from me. Maybe she will brush it off and I'm overreacting. I just don't trust her.
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>>4682082
yeah, it was mostly a joke about how Tristan isn't a confident warrior unlike most ASOIAF MCs
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>>4682088
She kills us, she’s stuck with Elias. There is no upside for her and there is a good chance he could die legitimately on board. I suggest we be political and calm her down while talking this over with mother and wife.
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How about we say that we'll consider it, but will give no guarantees for now, and keep our mouth shut. Once we're out of the city and start the business she'll have less hold over us.
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>>4682173
I like this.
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>>4682173
Supporting this, we’ve put off getting to know Elias, there’s more to this than we know, not to mention that should he be true a mute strong man is a useful ally.
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Alright, looks like no snitching today.

>Can I please get a roll of 3d6 for Persuasion (Convince)?
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Rolled 5, 2, 5 = 12 (3d6)

>>4682463
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>>4682464
>10

Well would you look at that. Right on the DC. So much for that curveball.
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>>4682483
Can I also get a roll of 5d6 for Cunning to see if you catch on to something related to the ship?
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Rolled 6, 2, 1, 4, 6 = 19 (5d6)

>>4682489
Cunning of the flower?
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Can we have Aemilia's stats? I notice they're not in the excel sheet
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>>4682513
Sure can. I just added it to the same file as Tristan's. It's been ready for some time, but I was holding off on revealing it until you learned more about her IC.

Quick link:
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1hF1AOO0kBbDlgBh90a2Xf8oQ_Z4hXR3GwrBNqe_jP2o/edit#gid=1610211867
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>>4682595
>Virtue: Chaste
interesting
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>>4682595
>Treacherous
.....

Anyway, interesting that she has 2b in Deception (Act) and not Bluff. So Act would be used when pretending to be someone else, while Bluff would be used when lying, yes?
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>>4682638
The book descriptions on Deception are shit. I tend to just focus on this chart. Act is for acting like someone you're not, but that extends to personality rather than impersonation. That's the key difference between it and Disguise. I've been hinting at her skill in Act with the references to her shifting her personality around certain people like Evalaine and Lizbeth (essentially using the Deception side of Charm).
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Whoa, looking over Aemilia's charts I like her even more. The treacherous is a little concerning obviously but hey that buff looks really useful for her. Wonder what she would choose to do if she were in our shoes for this decision.
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“I don’t see why I should be interested in this,” you tell Evalaine.

“Perhaps you did not understand. I have heard you can be—” she starts.

“No, it’s really quite simple. You’ve some inkling of what I’ve been up to these past few years, so you thought I’d be up for dropping the mute in the sea for… what? A peek up your skirts or my wife having a bad fall? Thing is, I’m not much interested in either. You could pass for my sister, and I’m a bit fond of Aemelia anyway. As for Elias, he’s useful to me… could you useful to me in some other way?” you ask her.

“I—I have connections at court,” she tries.

“Right. Which court where? Obviously, it must be somewhere my own father or yours can’t help me,” you say with what you’d think is a fairly decent take on your father’s patented grumpy frown.

“Blackcrown, Cider Hall, even Lannisport,” Evalaine quickly lists.

“Lannisport sounds half interesting,” you concede. “Who do you know there who is of value to me?”

“The Lady of Lannisport is sister to Lady Oakheart whom I served as a handmaiden,” she says rather proudly.

“That’s… yeah. That’s nearly useless,” you remark as you make a show of mulling over her merits. “So, what else do you have? I need swordsmen and sailors, that’s all. Elias can swing a sword for me or at least looks the part. You can’t. He also doesn’t talk. I quite like that. Do you know how often I find someone who has something interesting to say? Truly interesting?” you give her a pointed look.

You don’t consider yourself to be a spiteful man, nor much of one for pettiness. Even so, you can’t help but find some satisfaction in seeing your pampered and apparently rather nasty cousin reach a sort of realization of where she truly stands. But you don’t want to leave her with just that. She may do something stupid.

“What I can give you that no one else can is time. I will take him across the sea. Who knows where things will go from there? Hells, I don’t. Perhaps I might want to sail to Lannisport. Until then,” you tell her.

Evalaine gives a thoughtful nod. “You are cleverer than they credit you, cousin… and I am more patient than they credit me. Until then,” she agrees. She leaves the reception room for her own quarters from there… absent her snoring handmaiden. Not much regard for others, this cousin of yours. You sigh and drape the waif in a decorative covering from a nearby sofa for her warmth. It’s more than what is done for your own warmth. You find your bed empty and candlelight flickering in from the adjoining room. It seems tonight is not the night for a talk...
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>>4682865
“I think she is rather cute,” Aemelia remarks. “She,” in this case, would be your ship. You’re at the docks. Your father woke you both up just after the sun crested the horizon, intent on seeing the handoff of the ship complete with his usual blunt efficiency.

“Now there’s the sort of word I was looking for,” you dryly remark. This is just about the most you’ve spoken to her so far since the night prior. She’s refused to meet your eye thus far. Something will need to be done about that. But for now, ships. Or boats. In this case, you’re not settled on the label. You open and close your mouth several times, trying to find the right words for your father. “Am I to understand that this… ship… is made entirely of Goldenheart? Every plank?”

“Of the bows?” he tries with a furrowed brow.

“That’s the one. From the Summer Isles. It’s illegal to export… so, very expensive stuff. I’m just trying to make sense of the price for… this, you see,” you tell him.

“Droll,” he grumbles the word out. “The wood is sourced from the Northwood of the Arbor. Same place as all the others House Portain is putting in the water. There’s no ship in this port of finer make.”

“But most ships in this port are of bigger make,” you point out. Even as far as sea cogs go, there could be no argument that this one is on the smaller side. It lacks the fore and aft castles that you’ve seen on many of the larger cogs. At least they didn’t skimp on the main cabin’s size, and the main mast seems to be perfectly adequate.

“I’ll need to revise my need of crew. Seven others would do it. A pilot for when I’m resting, a carpenter… then five others who can manage sail and rope. Suppose that’s something of a silver lining… and you say this cost eight hundred still? Not less?” you ask.

“That’s the price… this is the best they could do with times being what they are. It’s a point in favor, lad. Builds good will,” your father assures.

You frown. Less at his less than assuring assurances and more at his choice of words. Times being what they are? It’s winter but what of it? By all accounts, this is still a time of plenty, and you’ve never heard of a winter causing such trouble with shipbuilding. War, then. That would do it.

“You recall Mother’s words about you sitting out the next war?” you ask him. You were only three at the time, too younger to remember much of it, but you know he fought on the Stepstones against the Ninepenny Kings and the last Blackfyre. And you know you found yourself short an uncle upon your father’s return, the third of the four Cuy brothers of your father’s generation…
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>>4682869
“What’re you on about?” your father cautiously demands, but you know you’ve stumbled on something. You just can’t say what. The talk of your uncle needing leather for his archers and the like. All of the business and attending going on with the lords bannermen at this tourney… you’ve never once heard of Lord Benifer Cuy working hard and yet it seems he’s been furiously busy of late. Now the Arbor is sticking you with a cog that’s half a pleasure ship and closer to a liability on a battle line… it’s something.

“Have you given thought to crew?” Aemelia interrupts your musings.

“The pilot and carpenter would need to be local,” you say with one last suspicious look at your father. “I’d not trust the work to a slave or some Dornish pole boater. As for the other five…”

>The slaves are the most appealing in that their needs would be simplest. You’ll cross the bridge of their freedom when you get to it if it’s even a bridge you care to cross. [Alchemist/Rogue]
>You could go for a handful of Yvetta’s Rhoynish kinsmen. By your reckoning, they should be the most entertaining sort. [Healer]
>Something else.

You’re likely going to start the ordinary sailors on a rate of about 10-30 silver stags a moon, depending on their skill. Rule of thumb would be that a slave would pay for himself after about 3 years’ service compared to an equivalent freedman sailor. I left off hiring local sailors because it received zero interest the last time we touched on this topic, and I figure the vote will end up being more about a yes/no on slavery like it was last thread. As for logistics, the slaves would be transfered from a Lysene ship in port. Hope that helps. I'll get to any other questions when I wake up.
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>>4682891
>The slaves are the most appealing in that their needs would be simplest. You’ll cross the bridge of their freedom when you get to it if it’s even a bridge you care to cross. [Alchemist/Rogue]
I’m all for freeing slaves once our finances are looking good.
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>>4682891
>You could go for a handful of Yvetta’s Rhoynish kinsmen. By your reckoning, they should be the most entertaining sort. [Healer]
Id prefer men who would fight for us and atleast their own lives if worse comes to worse.
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>>4683216
It’s all well and good until they decide to fight you. And your wife is on board.
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>>4682891
>The slaves are the most appealing in that their needs would be simplest. You’ll cross the bridge of their freedom when you get to it if it’s even a bridge you care to cross. [Alchemist/Rogue]
Free them as soon as possible though.
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>>4682891
I assume >talk of your uncle needing leather for his archers and the like is related to Rhaegar gathering lords for a coup right? There is no way Tristan get a whiff of that imo
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>>4682600
A slight subversion of the "every woman from Essos is a turbo-slut" trope.

>>4682638
>>4682844
>Treacherous
Funny thing about Aemelia is that she was originally designed to be a villain. Magister Zacarias as well, so I was pleased that he was creeping people out. I didn't change either of their personalities when their roles shifted.

>>4683264
That's a possibility, but you're right in that the chances of Tristan figuring that out would be nearly zero. IC there should be several more likely explanations. Even putting together this much definitely impressed his father, though.
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>>4683292
>Funny thing about Aemelia is that she was originally designed to be a villain.
But didn't we immediately decide to marry Aemilia by informing our father (in literally the next scene)?

I love when things go off the rails. I remember the bastard girl we found on Massey's Hook and made Aurion's lover was originally designed to be an antagonist as well, but we caught her on an anon's write-in awareness check.
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>>4682891
>The slaves are the most appealing in that their needs would be simplest. You’ll cross the bridge of their freedom when you get to it if it’s even a bridge you care to cross. [Alchemist/Rogue]
This would be the first asoiaf quest where the mc owned slaves I think.
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>>4683292
>Funny thing about Aemelia is that she was originally designed to be a villain.
Things could have gone very sideways if we didn’t become One before her Gods.
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>>4683315
>But didn't we immediately decide to marry Aemilia by informing our father (in literally the next scene)?

Yeah, basically. She was going to be a background character that likely would've popped up married to Zacarias at some point and would've been hostile to you for coming out of her family's fall from grace relatively unscathed. It only synched up because of the consecutive "make your own path [Rogue]" character votes and the destiny point expenditure. Any other option had her as opposition.

Dorea from Shryke was meant to be used as a pawn to stake a rival claim on Bar Emmon lands. Aemelia would've been more actively hostile.
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>>4683375
>destiny point expenditure
I am unfamiliar with this. Care to explain?
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>>4683375
>It only synched up because of the consecutive "make your own path [Rogue]" character votes and the destiny point expenditure. Any other option had her as opposition.
Damn, even if we had agreed with her request and escorted her to Lys?

>>4683385
>I am unfamiliar with this. Care to explain?
In the first thread, when we were buying armour for Terrence from the smith, we didn't succeed at first on the roll, so we decided to spend a destiny point to succeed on the roll with an unknown catch. The catch turned out to be Aemilia recognising us in the market, and asking us to help her escape to Lys, which set off the chain of events that led to us getting married.
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>>4683385
The "Spend" vote to succeed on the persuasion roll with the blacksmith last thread sparked her appearing earlier in the story, potentially turning her into a bigger problem for you if she wasn't handled exactly the way she was.

It was a Spend rather than a Burn, though. The Destiny Point will be available after exactly 1 more roll. I had said "end of the tourney event," but I'm going to change that to "21 dice rolls" to keep it more standardized for the future. It's been 20 rolls since you last used it.
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>>4683407
>Damn, even if we had agreed with her request and escorted her to Lys?

She would've treated you like an expendible servant if you had done that. Showing her respect when she felt you had no other choice wouldn't have been worth much of anything to her. You won her over by so consistently choosing favorable options towards her even when you had seemingly nothing to gain. The Lysene wedding write-in was a major step for her.
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>>4682891
>The slaves are the most appealing in that their needs would be simplest. You’ll cross the bridge of their freedom when you get to it if it’s even a bridge you care to cross. [Alchemist/Rogue]
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>>4683407
>>4683411
Ah, alright then. Thanks
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>>4683415
Well, I'm glad we picked the options we picked and didn't end up with a cold or distant marriage like we're probably going to end up with in Shryke, at least for a while in a light-hearted quest. That would have been a doozy. I'm loving the quest so far! Your quests always have evoked strong emotions in me.
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>>4683411
>It was a Spend rather than a Burn, though
I get that a Destiny Burn is akin a last ditch attempt to save our life at a perilous moment, and it’s gone for good?
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>>4683411
>I had said "end of the tourney event," but I'm going to change that to "21 dice rolls" to keep it more standardized for the future. It's been 20 rolls since you last used it.
Also can we spend the Destiny Point on Terrence’s roll against Whent?
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>>4683292
One more thing: given that Tristan has a feel for upcoming war, can he roll an awareness check regularly to get the pulse of war preparations?
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>>4683474
Yeah, a Spend means we can get back the Destiny Point with certainty, for a lesser benefit. Burning means using it permanently for a greater benefit, but you have to wait for the next outstanding or exceptional play in story (as determined by the QM) to get another destiny point. Although we have rarely burned destiny points to save the MC's life on /qst/. In House Reynold we burned a destiny point to not cry out when the MC was being whipped, and in Shryke we've burned them to get a permanent Benefit.
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>>4682891
>>You could go for a handful of Yvetta’s Rhoynish kinsmen. By your reckoning, they should be the most entertaining sort. [Healer]
slaves don't feel right
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>>4683446
Yeah, once Aurion gets caught, i don't think his speaking skills will be enough to save him.
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>>4683446
Glad to hear it.

>>4683474
There are two ways to use them, Spending and Burning. Burning is the "poof it's gone forever" that lets you avoid certain death and such. Spending just temporarily locks the Destiny Point for a length of time of the QM's discretion and is better used to slightly boost a close roll.

>>4683478
No because it has to be for something that Tristan (or whoever is using a point) can directly impact. Terrence, as a secondary character, doesn't have any points of his own to use.

>>4683481
If there is a situation in which it makes sense to, sure. I wouldn't call for periodic rolls without context, though.
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>>4683503
>If there is a situation in which it makes sense to, sure.
Like when we’re at the docks, can we gossip with drunken sailors, city guard or bannermen?
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>>4683534
>Tristans big mouth is going to be the reason the coup fails
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>>4683534
Why do you want Tristan to know about the war so bad? It's at least three years away and Tristan is no fighter, I doubt we'll be participating in it.
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>>4683583
Given what Aemelia's about, I do wonder if our travels would bring us to places like Yi Ti or Asshai. Don't think I've seen an asoiaf quest on here go that far east yet
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>>4683564
>>4683583
Not metagaming, just projecting my own paranoia
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>>4683534
If that's all, then sure. It should be common to hear rumors at pretty much any port you pull up to. But I doubt the war will be very relevant to this quest.

>>4683641
I have stuff in place for just about everywhere east of Volantis (including the Summer Isles and Naath). You're not forced to go to anywhere in particular, but the options will be there.
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>>4683716
How much will we be able to benefit from the wine operations of Aemelia’s mother’s family in Lys?
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>>4683728
That depends on what you put into it. They would be thrilled to buy fine wines from further east for larger amounts than what they will pay for Westerosi vintages. Jade Sea wines are known to be even finer than Arbor Gold.

These numbers I'm working with for the worth of the wines have actual meaning behind them. The same will go for any other trade goods you might get into. The 120gd base cost is the exact amount for the 3 units of Extraordinary quality wine that will be produced every 3 months on that particular Vineyard holding of House Cuy's. From a House Fortunes standpoint, House Cuy is trading the wine at market value in exchange for an additional gain of 1 Influence every 3 months. It should check out with the Homebrew Holdings 2.0 document in the quest folder in the OP. I was working with Father from House Malroy on it, especially on the ships/trade good details. The cog price is there as well, it's listed as 1 Power, 2 Wealth which is 4 Wealth or 800 dragons when considering the 2:1 Wealth:Power conversion rate. I simplify all of this in play because I don't think it's fair to expect everyone to crunch numbers.

The only thing that we hadn't gotten to on trade was a multiplier on distances that I was interested in adding. I plan on it being proportional to the risks taken and distances traveled in shipping. Lys nets you the lowest multiplier for foreign trade from Oldtown at 2x because it is the shortest distance and doesn't hit any of those "hot spots" such as deeper in the Stepstones or the Old Valyria/Basilisk Isles crossing or the Jade Gates. Going as far as somewhere like say Leng or Asshai... don't quote me on the number yet, but I don't think a 10x would be far fetched. There are greater risks in that, though. Especially with your current level of experience.
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>>4683824
Lys has the lowest multiplier but if we can quote Aemelia’s family and the Magisters a fixed amount of wine in the beginning, it will help us greatly when we set our eyes on ports with larger multipliers. Especially now that we own a cog and our wine operation is every three months, we shouldn’t want the cog to sit idly. Maybe import perfumes back?
Can we explore the local market for Lyseni products to see if we can bring goods back? Or would our return cargo be mostly Myrish glass?
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>>4683824
>Father from House Malroy
;_;
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>>4683824
Also we might be interested in sourcing timber if Redwyne Fleet would be interested, now that Oldtown is gearing up on shipbuilding..
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>>4683877
One other note: have we factored in the cost of glass into our (Magisters’) price?
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>>4682891
>>You could go for a handful of Yvetta’s Rhoynish kinsmen. By your reckoning, they should be the most entertaining sort. [Healer]
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>>4684145
wrong thread Joeyboy
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>>4684145
sup Joe
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>>4684145
Fucks sake. My bad boggsy
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>>4683880
I'm with you there.

>>4683877
>Maybe import perfumes back?
>Can we explore the local market for Lyseni products to see if we can bring goods back? Or would our return cargo be mostly Myrish glass?

Very doable, especially the perfumes. I think I mentioned that Aemelia's kin are known to deal in perfumes. Your involvement with the Myrish bottles is going to be a one time deal. After that, they'll be shipped to Cuy lands on one of the regular trade ships out of Myr. Beyond your early experimentation, the production of the product isn't your problem.

>>4683910
The ship isn't of a size to make trafficking in goods like timber a commercially viable enterprise. It's better suited for luxury goods. Silks, spices, wines, gems, perfumes, perhaps master crafted blades. That sort of thing.
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I don't think I'll have the post up until tomorrow. I'm still catching up on work I've fallen behind on from being away so much this week.
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>>4684623
>Very doable, especially the perfumes. I think I mentioned that Aemelia's kin are known to deal in perfumes.
We might be onto something here lads

>>4684738
Take it easy Boggs
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When we get some level ups we need to get some commerce and the stars that aid in tha, as well as some violence options.
Brewing things is nice but to brew the best things we need to become a true shekellord to fund ourselves a fleet of trade ships and a lab at the center of our reading operation to bring ingredients that we can truly brew in vast quantities to make our mark with not just trade goods but our own products.
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>>4685307
Boggs talked about upgrading our skills in the downtime on our voyages, and I do agree that Persuasion should be one of our first priorities. Let the wife teach us the ways of the tongue. ;-)
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>>4685307
>>4685311
Winemaking should be our no.1 priority imo
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>>4685307
>shalom
https://youtube.com/watch?v=HHgxOXEQaFU
>>4685311
id say we need to do the bean counting part more and cover for one another with different skill sets.
Although doubling down on them might also be a thing to do especially since we haven't seen the skirt do any rolls.
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Fortune has smiled on us in the form of Aemelia and her connections, a potential long term source of income, and the means to collect reagents and ingredients from across the realm; none of this is without possible complication, but really set up to make advances in our alchemy calling
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>>4685823

I agree. Aemelia is awesome and her eastern connections/language skills should be fun to explore and exploit.
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Rolled 3, 3, 3, 2, 4, 6 + 4 = 25 (6d6 + 4)

>>4685375
>since we haven't seen the skirt do any rolls.
Thanks for the reminder. I wanted to put those out in the open more with the Bo1.

Here's her Deception (Convince) roll on her slavery thoughts with Ser Cuy. (4D+2b from Act+4 from Treacherous)
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“You’d mentioned slaves before…” you say to Aemelia, prompting groans from your father.

“Most Lysene ships sail with extra slaves for… practical reasons,” Aemelia says. “It would be a simple matter to arrange an exchange. I could even pluck out those who are least likely to cause us any troubles.”

“First off, that breaks… I’m not even bloody sure how many laws that flaunts and I’m the one who enforces them. Past that, slaving is an abomination. And why would they sail across the sea to shed slaves in the wrong port? Don’t they need them for the return trip?” your father asks.

“You will arrest us, Ser Cuy? Just as I am sure you would be happy to arrest the rest of the Lysene nobility upon the hill who are guarded by Unsullied and warmed by courtesans?” Aemelia asks.

“That’s…” he sighs. “You know full well I can’t do that. It’d see half the trade leave the port. So long as they keep to their own and don’t go snatching up proper, Seven-worshipping folk…”

“Then it applies to us as well. As for the why of it, it would be near enough a bonus to the galley captains. They dump their weaker oarsmen upon us, then write them off as losses back in Lys,” she explains.

“You said practical reasons. As in, they expect deaths… how weak are we talking?” you ask her.

“Weak for oarsmen does not mean weak for tending a sail. You know this,” Aemelia points out. “If it is only five, I expect you wish them for two shifts.”

“I do. I could sail this easily enough with two shifts of four. The pilot is for keeping us on course when I’m asleep. Dropping anchor off the shore for the night is a fine way to get buggered by corsairs,” you say.

“Then I will ask after two green boys, one for each shift. Their sort is cheap and would not be missed. The other three, we will have to see. I should like the more agreeable stock… Naathi would be lovely,” she says.

“They’re people, not cattle,” your father cuts him, looking more than a little put off by the subject.

>Amelia’s Deception roll: 20 vs a Passive Awareness of 20. 1 degree of success.

You see Aemelia winding up for another argument on it, but she seems to think better of it, taking a more diplomatic approach instead. “I agree. Whatever my mother’s people may think, I am still my father’s daughter. That is why I wish to be wed in a sept, ser. I see this as a service as much as an opportunity. Would you see them chained to a bench or freely moving about a ship with food, shelter, and a healer? Do you think Tristan will see them mistreated? We may be the only two in the city that could do good for five souls without causing an incident.”
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>>4686096
Odd, you thought she didn’t give a wit for slaves. Either way, your father’s noncommittal grunt is the nearest you’d ever expect him to get to conceding the point. Well and good. You’re tired of the bickering. “What’s this about Terrence shacking up with your wench?” he voices to you instead.

“I don’t rightly know aside from them fancying each other to some extent,” you shrug.

“He has better prospects than her. Much better with how he’s done these past few days,” your father tells you.

“That is what I said,” Aemelia says. Of all the matters to agree upon…

“It’s not my problem,” you brush it off. “I’ve my own wedding to deal with.”

“By ‘deal with’ he means that he must show up to the sept on the next evening,” Aemelia translates.

“Am I not to just walk with you there?” you ask her.

“Do you want bad luck? No, meet me there an hour before sundown. You must not see me after this evening,” she says.

“Hmm. She’s right on that,” your father agrees. “Which sept? The one nearer the tavern?”

“Just the same. We will celebrate at the tavern. For Ser Terrence as well,” she confirms.

“Lord Westbrook might be interested in showing up. He sought me out after his go at the lists. Said it was the most alive he’s felt in ages. ‘Inspiring’ is what he said. Surprised the old man’s still riding,” your father scoffs but seems pleased all the same.

He leaves you and Aemelia to walk the ship yourselves, mentioning a prior engagement to catch up with his youngest brother, Ser Dresmond. You don’t know that particular uncle too well aside from him being a sworn knight of the Lord Conklyn. He has a pair of sons himself, though they must be a decade younger than you.
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>>4686096
And walk the ship you do. There’s not much to it, really. It’s not that fat-bellied for a cog, but you’re not a cheese or grain monger, so you’ll take the slight boost in speed. The main aft cabin is fairly spacious, but that’s in part from the lack of appointments. Based on the amount of time Aemelia spends trying to size it up, you’d say that’s going to change. There’s a sort of rectangular barrier room between yours and the open deck. It’s meant for maps and the like, but you might well just stick Elias in it. It’s more befitting of his station and is the safe move besides. Not that you’re terribly worried over the crew if your lady wife can’t even seem to be bothered by them. Below the deck and your quarters is a cooking area… or where you’ll be experimenting. Crew quarters are just ahead of that with the rest of the lower deck given away to cargo space.

“About last night…” Aemelia finally says at the end of your short tour.

What about it?

On her past:

>You want the details on her past. Working with half-truths and suppositions is becoming taxing. [Alchemist]
>She can speak of it if and when she wishes. You’re more concerned with the here and now. [Healer]

On Evalaine:

>Tell Aemelia all about it. It seems more her sort of scheme than yours. [Rogue]
>Perhaps it’s best to keep that conversation to yourself. You think she will take it poorly. Perhaps more poorly than you or Evalaine would like. [Healer]
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>>4686100
On her past:

>She can speak of it if and when she wishes. You’re more concerned with the here and now. [Healer]

On Evalaine:

>Tell Aemelia all about it. It seems more her sort of scheme than yours. [Rogue]
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>>4686100
>On her past:
>She can speak of it if and when she wishes. You’re more concerned with the here and now. [Healer]
How about a slightly hybrid choice where if she thinks there's anything medically relevant about her past (like if she got pregnant or had a miscarriage before, or if the pain got worse at an age or after an event) then we need to know. Maybe she can take a Cunning (Logic) test to figure out herself if there's anything we need to know. The rest we would like to hear, but only when she's comfortable enough to tell it. And if that's never, we would accept that.

On Evalaine:
>Tell Aemelia all about it. It seems more her sort of scheme than yours. [Rogue]
Keeping info from the wife has always gone poorly on Asoiaf quests. Perhaps we can ask her to swear not to take rash action before though, and afterwards not to harm Evalaine?
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>>4686139
>>4686100
Throw in something about swearing before Yndros to be One, in heart, mind, and soul. Perhaps we said too much in anger, and with a clearer mind we can see how the Magister tried to manipulate us. Apologize for implying that she might be a whore, but she too should not forget that we are One so quickly. And this was something important we should not have kept from us, especially since it concerned her health and well-being.

Btw we owe her a weapon before we set off, from the ceremony. Can we throw in a quick visit to the market to get a dagger for her, as a surprise on the wedding day?
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>>4686174
>we should not have kept from us
*she should not have kept from us
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>>4686099
>She can speak of it if and when she wishes. You’re more concerned with the here and now. [Healer]
>Tell Aemelia all about it. It seems more her sort of scheme than yours. [Rogue]
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>>4686139
Supporting the medical background write-in, but I think the Magister was the event of the previous night and last night was about Evalaine gasping about Aemelia’s age. Maybe she got upset that we didn’t leave the room with her.
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>>4686100
>She can speak of it if and when she wishes. You’re more concerned with the here and now. [Healer]
>Tell Aemelia all about it. It seems more her sort of scheme than yours. [Rogue]
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>>4686331
Sorry for the double post, didn't see it had registered the first time.
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>>4686350
Lol I was about to call you out on that.
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>>4686100
On her past:
>She can speak of it if and when she wishes. You’re more concerned with the here and now. [Healer]

On Evalaine:
>Tell Aemelia all about it. It seems more her sort of scheme than yours. [Rogue]

>>4686139
Supporting. But keep that oath half-serious, like promise me you won't kill her after this, lol. Her acting is good, so if we convince her she won't let it slip by her face or something.

>>4686096
>Amelia’s Deception roll: 20 vs a Passive Awareness of 20. 1 degree of success.
Wonder if dad tried to blame her for getting us into slavery if she failed this roll lol.
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>>4686174
>Btw we owe her a weapon before we set off, from the ceremony. Can we throw in a quick visit to the market to get a dagger for her, as a surprise on the wedding day?

Yeah, we were going to swing by for an alchemist and maester's kit while consulting with Tristan's maester mentor, so the dagger would be an easy include.

>>4686353
>Wonder if dad tried to blame her for getting us into slavery if she failed this roll lol.

Pretty much. He would've seen her more as a slaver and would've pressured you to do something about it.
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>>4686380
Is the eventual emancipation of slaves under our command a discussion topic? That could make things more comfortable with Father.
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>>4686100
>>You want the details on her past. Working with half-truths and suppositions is becoming taxing. [Alchemist]
>>Tell Aemelia all about it. It seems more her sort of scheme than yours. [Rogue]
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>>4686100
On her past:

Medical background info only
>She can speak of it if and when she wishes. You’re more concerned with the here and now. [Healer]

On Evalaine:

>Tell Aemelia all about it. It seems more her sort of scheme than yours. [Rogue]
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>>4686458
It'll be an option, yes. You can free them outright, keep them as slaves, or go with the Pentoshi model of "slaves? what slaves? I don't see any slaves? what do you mean these sla--good freedmen are indentured in an impossible loop?"

Or some middleground where they need to work off what you paid for them. All options have their benefits.
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>>4686100
>You want the details on her past. Working with half-truths and suppositions is becoming taxing. [Alchemist]
>Tell Aemelia all about it. It seems more her sort of scheme than yours. [Rogue]
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>>4686720
Aemelia is looking for green boys, it could be regarded as legal slavery aka internship - it can be extended to a legit contract once they prove their worth and we can keep our head above waters. This can institute a sense of sincere loyalty in them.
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>>4686754
Similar to squiring for a knight
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>You want the details on her past. Working with half-truths and suppositions is becoming taxing. [Alchemist]
>Tell Aemelia all about it. It seems more her sort of scheme than yours. [Rogue]
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>>4686754
For those two, yeah. It would be feasible to turn their service into a sort of apprenticeship.

Post will be up soon.
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>>4687278
Appreciating the work you put in Boggs. I read your posts before work on the other side of the world.
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>>4687299
Based pajeet.
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“You’re older than me if only by a few moons,” you tell Aemelia.

“I knew it,” she says, looking unnecessarily mortified.

“Why the face? I think it’s fine. You’re just more… mature. Motherly. That’s good, is it not?” you reassure her. Somehow that doesn’t do the trick.

I should not be motherly without a child,” she hisses.

“Some other word, then,” you wave it off. “Your face isn’t lined, so why do you care?”

“I thought you would raise issue with… all of this,” Aemelia says.

“I’m not rightly sure what ‘all of this’ even means. Have you a child already lurking around somewhere?” you ask.

“No.”

“Have you… lost one? Or anything of that sort. Are there other health concerns? Oh gods, please don’t tell me you have a pox. That would just be cruel,” you groan.

No!” she half shrieks.

You let out a sigh of relief. “Then I’ll stick with the here and now. You said we are One, yes? I’ll trust you to tell me whatever it is that’s got you so cagey when you’re ready… but you still need to tell me of these womanly troubles.”

“They are called womanly troubles, Tristan. They are not the concerns of men, less so husbands. I will be fine,” Aemelia assures.

“But you’re not fine, are you?” you point out. “And besides that, I might well be the most qualified you know for examining your… flower?”

Flower,” she snorts out a very unladylike laugh.

“What? I’ve heard it called that before. There are texts that even reference it as such…” you frown at her continued laughter.

“You are too much,” she finally says, wiping at her eyes. “You want to examine me, is that it? I have heard worse lines. Very well, maester. You may examine me. Would you like me on my back on the table or shall I bend over it instead?”

“Both,” you reflexively answer.

She looks taken aback for an instant before she goes back to laughing again as she flees the room. You give chase on a hunch. You both wind up tripping over each other at the top of the stairs on the impromptu flight from below deck. Aemelia leans over and kisses you amidst her giggling as you’re both sprawled out on the deck.

“I have not laughed like that in ages,” she says as you help her up. “Not since I was a girl.”

You sit with her for a time looking out over the docks before you both need to set out on your own tasks. You offer to walk her at least as far as her seamstress. Oldtown isn’t nearly as bad as what you’ve heard of King’s Landing, especially not in the light of day, but you’re still not completely comfortable with having her walking around alone and unarmed. You’ll need to grab her a new dagger at the least.

“We do need a sword or two,” Aemelia comments as if reading your thoughts.

“There is Elias. He’d like to join us. I’m not sure I’m in much of a position to refuse even if I’d wanted to,” you say.
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>>4687371
“What do you mean?” she asks. You grimace and launch into your own accounting of the remainder of the prior night.

“I am not sure what to say,” Aemelia admits.

“Right? I thought she was fine aside from being a bit thick and spoiled,” you agree.

“I am not sure what to say because I keep coming up with better ways to see her punished for this,” Aemelia corrects.

“I’m not looking for you to harm my cousin over a few stupid words,” you tell her.

“I hear some say words are wind. Words are not wind. Words are thoughts given voice. Thoughts turn to action. She was stupid to come to you, yet I am sure she thought it clever. That makes her all the more dangerous for not second guessing such an unsubtle plan,” she says.

“And yet here we both are, happy… yes?” you ask, continuing at her nod. “We have time to deal with her if it’s even needed, and she’s not like to move against you now that she knows it won’t please me.”

“Perhaps…” Aemelia allows. “But we are not done with this. We will need to settle on a plan for her when we return to Cuy lands with the glass.” For your part, you keep it noncommittal for now. You’ll have to see how this voyage goes first. With that, you leave her to her dress fittings. You need to see about the validity of your theories on Aemelia’s ailment.

You know just the man to seek out. Maester Humbert. The best healer you know by a wide margin. By some accounts, he should be Archmaester Humbert, but the old bastard has a penchant for spectacle. Namely, getting reprimanded for doing things that even a maester of considerable skill ought not to be doing. While you may sympathize, vigorously preaching in the market square on the virtues of restoring the rites of First Night but for maesters alone and staking claim to the parentage of the first ruddy cheeked septon to intervene is not typically how one celebrates a holy day. While ingenious and arguably groundbreaking, training ravens to swoop in and lay their droppings on that particular septon’s pew in retaliation for his lodging of a formal complaint was perhaps the most elaborate waste of Citadel time and resources that you have ever heard of.

And you know where to find him on such a day as this.

“Whatever it is, he’s not truly going to pay you,” you interrupt his latest scheming by his favored dock on the Honeywine river. The pair of wenches he’d had engrossed in something or other merely giggle and take their leave. The old maester spins around with a baleful glare until he sees you.

“You’re not dead?” Maester Humbert greets.

“Contrary to some rumors,” you shrug.

“Well, I haven’t heard any of these rumors. I just assumed. Come on then, boy. You owe me a drink now after sending the birds to flight,” he says while urging you along to the nearby winesink he haunts.
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>>4687372
“Unless my memory is going, and it’s not… don’t go listening to Walgrave’s nonsense, you’re a tavern whelp yourself. Is your mother still ‘round there? The swarthy one with the nice round arse? Swear I’ve had her before. You might well be mine, boy. Would go a way to explaining your wit,” the old maester grins when you’re seated with a flagon between you.

“As you’ve said countless times, but it can’t be true. I’ve always learned my lessons when she’s cuffed me. You, though…” you smirk. He’s actually said as much in front of your mother and earned himself a nice swatting for it.

“Much as I’m pleased to see you amongst the living, I assume you’ve come calling over more than an accounting of a certain shapely arse,” he suggests.

“Right. Slight problem…” you launch into explaining Aemelia’s affliction and your suspicions of its implications.

“Crone’s teats, you’re a sad sack aren’t you? Imagine abandoning your studies to sample some peach and then biting into one with a tart core. Moonsickness, really,” Maester Humbert laughs.

“If it’s all the same, I’d like to simply ripen this particular peach,” you sigh.

“That’s all those green links whispering to you. I’ve got a pair myself, but I told you… what did I tell you? I told you some’ve that lore starts getting suspiciously close to the Higher Mysteries. Never mind all that prattling about method this and method that. The bulk’s still superstitions. I’ve forgotten more on method than any alchemist I’ve ever heard of has ever known… not that I forget anything. Those rumors are slanders born of jealousy,” he rants.

“… but something can be done, yes?” you press.

Maester Humbert takes an overlarge swig of the wine in his thoughts… and nearly coughs it up. “Something,” he agrees. “But there’re lots of somethings. I’d say it depends on which something you’re looking for.”

You blink. “Right. Which something would you be looking for?” you ask.

“Now that depends, doesn’t it? Do I only want a whelpling off her? Do I want to cure her? Both? I don’t know the girl, so I can’t rightly say,” he asks.

“We’d both like a child,” you try in attempts to narrow down his wandering thoughts.

“Hmm… I’d say you were onto something with the diluted moon tea. Woods witches are known to brew the sort for soothing cramps and the like. As far as I can tell, those cramps might well be a lesser form of her affliction. Or greater. Accounts differ. Trouble is, as you well know, it stops the seed from taking root. If you were looking to eat your peach and plant it too, then I’d say you’re going to need to take some risks… elsewise, do nothing aside from plow her daily and hope for the best. That might not be a poor notion in any case, but it could take years to bear fruit,” he explains.
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>>4687373
“What risks?” you ask.

“Isn’t it obvious? If you can get her on a brew and more or less cure her then I’d expect the next step would be to take her back off the brew to get to planting. What better time to do so than when she’s both off the brew and a deal more regular? The difficulty, I should expect, is that the moon has its sway on the tides. This much is known. With the brew, you’re all but damming up the pull it wants on hers. What happens when you break a dam?” he posits.

“That sounds… unpleasant,” you observe.

“Unpleasant? Feh. She’d have a miserable time of it to say the least. You might well get your child on her, but she would not be far from a bed for the duration of her carrying. If she risks more moving than her body wants in such a state, then she might even risk her life. Pain’s the body’s way of telling you to stop bloody doing what you’re doing. Clearly hers doesn’t want her moving around for parts of her cycles,” he concludes.

“That’s one way. You said there are others,” you point out.

“There are all sorts of fruits and nuts and flowers and rituals and what have you that might give you a bit of a boost if you catch my meaning,” he grins a red toothed grin.

“If you speak of stamina, I brewed one such potion of late,” you say, then catch him up on it.

“I’ve had the sort before. Keeps you nice and steady,” is all he offers by way of detail. “You want to know more, try it yourself. But I was more thinking of for her than you. I’d assume yours is working right?”

“Last I checked. Is there more detail to this?” you ask him.

“There might be. By all accounts, you’d best look ‘round the Summer Isles. I don’t have the books on hand, though. It does warm me to see you’ve not gone completely dull witted, though it’s a bloody shame you’ve gotten yourself domesticated. Tell you what, I’ll get you a pair of books. Two books. No more. The librarians have been acting shifty around me even since something happened to their original copy of Baelor’s musings on architecture and I’m told I can’t afford another scandal of late.”

What are you looking for? (pick 2)
>Foraging guide to the isles of the Summer Sea
>Something on winemaking
>A guide on trade winds
>A treatise on poisons and their antidotes
>An anatomical guide on women
>A book on foreign rituals of fertility
>Something else.
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>>4687375
>Something on winemaking
This one will be useful immediately since we want to experiment with the wine before leaving.

>An anatomical guide on women
Something to research on the wife's problem.

How expensive are books anyway? Maybe we can buy some on our own. The Summer Isles foraging would not be immediately useful. The book on fertility rituals might be of more use when we're at the stage when we actually try for a child. The books on trade winds and poisons and antidotes I'd like to buy if possible. They'd be useful now too, but we might want at least something to show the wife that we're working at it after we gave our word. I remember in Shryke the wife was upset because we kept delaying that trip to Braavos to see to those assassins sent after her.
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>>4687375
>Foraging guide to the isles of the Summer Sea
>Something on winemaking
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>>4687375
>A guide on trade winds
>An anatomical guide on women

Trade winds is IMHO the thingwe ought to look at most. We won't rely on oars and the other thing to get would be a star chart.
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>>4687494
We're experimenting with the wine before going on the journey though, and getting the wine right might be more important.

Boggs what are the mechanics regarding books? Do they give a +1 or something similar on a related test?
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>>4687375
>Foraging guide to the isles of the Summer Sea
>An anatomical guide on women
Best keep on course with healing Aemelia atm
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>>4687375
>>4687500
>>Something on winemaking
>>A guide on trade winds
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>>4687375
Like >>4687500 said, a book on wines is relevant to our immediate interests.
>Something on winemaking

I don't think that we'll discover anything new about Aemelia's condition from books. Her treatment will lie in the realm of experimentation with exotic herbs and substances, so
>Foraging guide to the isles of the Summer Sea
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>>4687500

Not really. We need the glass for it first. And that is in myr.

And myr is through the stepstones.
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>>4687375
>Foraging guide to the isles of the Summer Sea
>Something on winemaking
Something for now and something for the future. Would like to see the summer isles anyway. Maybe if our trading goes well we could also commission a ship there.
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>>4687375
>Something else
Study of rare diseases by Archmaester Pylos
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>>4687299
Nice. I used to do the same with House Malroy when I was outside the States a few years ago.

>>4687392
>How expensive are books anyway?
For something useful, usually around 1-5 gd since they need to be copied by hand. Most of the useful ones in this city would be snatched up by the Citadel.

You don't need to worry about this turning into a Shryke situation. Aemelia has been living with this for some time and didn't expect any help at all. There are still major benefits to both of you beyond this one problem if you lean into healing more. Powerful healers are in high demand all over the world.

>>4687500
+1b to a related test.

>>4687549
This is correct.
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>>4687375
>Foraging guide to the isles of the Summer Sea
>Something else
If we don’t know already - how to brew Milk of the Poppy. It’s a life saver
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>>4687375
>>An anatomical guide on women
>>Something on winemaking
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>>4687375
>An anatomical guide on women
>Something on winemaking
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>>4687375

>Foraging guide to the isles of the Summer Sea
>>A treatise on poisons and their antidotes

Poi sons and medicines are closely related, often just a matter of dosing. This is the best alchemy and healing opportunity
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>>4687375
>A guide on trade winds
>An anatomical guide on women
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>>4687375

>Foraging guide to the isles of the Summer Sea

>A guide on trade winds
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

7 for winemaking. Gonna lock that one in.

6 to 6 tie between An anatomical guide on women and Foraging guide to the isles of the Summer Sea. Rather than drag out the vote, I'm going to flip for it in this post. Let's see which book Maester Humbert manages to find on the shelves.

1: An anatomical guide on women
2: Foraging guide to the isles of the Summer Sea

I'm not at home tonight and don't have my computer, but I'll have a post up tomorrow night. I'm going call for some rolls in a bit for these final tourney rounds. Should be able to manage that much on my tablet.
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>>4688336
Ah, didn't see this. Looks like the dice gods want you to have both of them. Fine by me.
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Rolled 6, 2, 1, 3, 1, 3, 3, 4, 3 = 26 (9d6)

Alright. This one is going to be a bit of an uphill battle. Ser Oswell Whent will be rolling off a 6D+3b. His passive Animal Handling will put your DC to beat at 22. Here's his first roll.

>Can I please gets 3 rolls of 7d6 for Ser Terrence Flowers' Fighting (Spears)? DC is 22
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Rolled 1, 2, 1, 5, 4, 5, 2 = 20 (7d6)

>>4688438
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Rolled 6, 5, 1, 5, 1, 5, 4 = 27 (7d6)

>>4688438
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Rolled 3, 3, 1, 3, 1, 5, 5 = 21 (7d6)

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

>>4688464
Round 2 fighting.
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Rolled 5, 4, 1, 5, 3, 2, 4, 2, 2 = 28 (9d6)

>>4688490
Round 3 fighting.
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Rolled 3, 4, 1, 3, 4, 6, 3 = 24 (7d6)

>>4688494
Come on Terrence beat this coronavirus
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At this moment if Terrence can lose by points, I’ll take it
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Rolled 3, 2, 2, 2, 1, 5, 4 = 19 (7d6)

>>4688464
Whent's Animal Handling roll here. 5D+2b
>1 to 2
>2 to 2
>1 to 2

Can I also get 3 rolls of 6d6 for Terrence's Animal Handling? DC is 12.
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Rolled 6, 6, 4, 3, 5, 1 = 25 (6d6)

COME HOME
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Rolled 3, 6, 1, 4, 2, 6 = 22 (6d6)

TOURNEY
IS
COMING
HOME
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Rolled 1, 6, 6, 1, 1, 6 = 21 (6d6)

BAT BEGONE
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>>4688509
Whent keeps his horse. That'll put Terrence up against Ser Arthur Ambrose for 3rd place. Ser Ambrose is a bit more defensively inclined, so that should be interesting.
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>>4688534
Did Terrence get unhorsed?
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>>4688536
Nope. Solid. It's hard to unhorse these better riders, improbable even. I was shocked when Terrence unhorsed an opponent of equal skill on the second day. I guess that's what allows for them to go for those historic 7 round tilts and such.
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>>4688547
I’ll take it. I’ll see you at Harrenhal, guanoface
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>>4687770
I assume as a healer Terrence knows his Milk of Poppy
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>>4688556
>Terrence
Tris*
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>>4688534
Best defense
IS MORE OFFENSE
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Rolled 1, 1, 5, 3, 1, 3 + 2 = 16 (6d6 + 2)

Let's see if 3rd place is doable. Honestly, the difference between 3rd and 4th is far more significant than 2nd and 3rd anyway.

Ser Arthur Ambrose is a younger knight himself, but the tourneys are very much his area of expertise. His Tourney Knight benefit reflects that. More well-rounded and experienced knights like Ser Oswell Whent would mulch him in a real fight, but the lad knows his business in a straight tilt. 1st round fighting is in this post. 4D+2b+2.

>Can I please gets 3 rolls of 7d6 for Ser Terrence Flowers' Fighting (Spears)? DC is 24
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Rolled 1, 5, 5, 3, 4, 4, 4 = 26 (7d6)

I’M SO MAD RIGHT NOW
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Rolled 6, 2, 1, 6, 3, 6, 1 = 25 (7d6)

>>4688572
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Rolled 5, 5, 4, 1, 6, 1, 4 = 26 (7d6)

>>4688572
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>>4688578
>>4688575
Oi why did you roll twice? We get few enough dice rolls as it is.
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Rolled 3, 5, 1, 1, 1, 1 + 2 = 14 (6d6 + 2)

>>4688577
Ambrose round 2
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>>4688581
What the hell are you on about?
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Rolled 1, 4, 6, 4, 6, 6 + 2 = 29 (6d6 + 2)

>>4688579
Ambrose round 3. Taking this one for Terrence since I'd prefer to spread the rolls out.
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>>4688585
I can literally see your post above mine, where you rolled poorly and then deleted it. Here's what it says-
>Rolled 3, 1, 1, 5, 2, 2, 4 = 18 (7d6)

>UNHORSE
>THE AMBROSE

I can see it in the archives as well. Don't delete your posts with rolls again, it's poor behaviour on the player's part and is a disservice to the QM. Take the rolls on the chin.
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>>4688595
Dude relax, I thought I was the only one rolling then when I saw you guys rolling, I deleted my post with some light-hearted humor.

My bad Boggs
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>>4688586
>I'm going to need one last Animal Handling roll for this one. A 6d6 please.

>>4688595
>>4688602
No worries. Just for the future, I do prefer one player per prompt when I'm asking for 3 rolls. Best not to delete rolls in general, though. I would've had to autofail it if I was linking back to that instead of the other one and it came up deleted.
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Rolled 4, 6, 2, 4, 2, 3 = 21 (6d6)

>>4688612
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>>4688556
>>4688558
Yup.

>>4688613
>2 to 0
>2 to 0
>2 to 2

And that'll put Ser Terrence Flowers in 3rd place with a 6 to 2 win.

Even with the benefit, I guess that 4D in Fighting only gets you so far against other Animal Handling 5 riders. Interesting, though I did roll worse than what was likely on those first 2 rounds. Ser Arthur Ambrose coasted along fairly well on his own excellent riding up until these last two matchups.

This was a fun experiment. I've never run a full tournament before. There was a less than 10% chance of him making it this far. It was supposed to just be a bit of backdrop, but he advanced much further than he should've and shifted my plans a bit.
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>>4688624
Actually, that was:

>1 to 0
>1 to 0
>2 to 2

I was looking at it like the DC was 21 instead of 24. Same outcome but closer than I'd thought. That DC 24 is insane.
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3rd place is still good! At least for a bastard knight in a tourney this big. How much is the prize for 3rd place? I hope Terrence does well for himself. Will he take a new last name like us? Also, this might mean we get a few illustrious guests in our wedding party, since we're combining that with Terrence's victory party.
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>>4688639
It's very good. Better than I had intended for this point in the story, but that's the dice. His prize is 2000 dragons per >>4681400

That's 10 wealth, a sizable chunk for a landless knight. Whether he remains landless, though...
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>>4688650
>His prize is 2000 dragons
Jesus Christ
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>>4688769
That is a lot of dragons!

>>4688650
Curious what Yvetta rolls up behind the scenes to hook him. And what the other actors like his father who now surely wants to wed the lad to somebody noble will do.
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>>4688793
We have to work for years to get so much money and this guy just rides a horse for a bit and gets STACKED
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Did we bet on him getting to Top 4? I don't recall
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>>4688624
TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE TERRENCE
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>>4688811
I thought we bet on Whent?
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He should get some more over that 2000 dragon prize for the armours of those he defeated, right? We should at least tell him to spend it wisely, and definitely not all at once. This guy was sleeping in the stables with the horses when the tourney started.
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>>4688837
>buys a stable
>sleeps in it
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>>4688837
The inevitable options are looming over our head:
>[Alchemist]: You do you mang
>[Healer]: Settle for retirement bro
>[Rogue]: I have a business proposition for you, Ser Terrence
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>>4689018
Lmao
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>>4684797
Let’s get Terrence into the perfume importing business

He can be our influencer

>I smell of Flowers
>when I’m not winning 2000 dragons
Ser Terrence Klein of House Calvin
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>>4689223
Now we only need a license to open a wineshop inside the Citadel grounds, and he can get as close to the meme line as he can,
>I'm Commander (Terrence) Shepard (of the City Watch) and this is my favourite store on the Citadel!
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FO-FO-FO-FO-FO-FO-FLOWERS
>TEEEERRRRRRRREEEEEEEEYYY
https://youtu.be/Hq2SlCja3zo
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>>4688624
Terrence is an absolute unit. Id love to have him along on our adventures, but not if it might diminish this life he's gonna build for himself.
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I've only just now sat down with my computer for the first time in two days, so I doubt I'll have the post ready tonight. It should definitely be up tomorrow, though.

>>4688793
I'm curious too. I haven't had the chance to find out yet.

>>4688837
Yeah, he has the ransoms as well. They're just overshadowed by the massive prize purse.

>>4689013
Hah, spot on.
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>>4689915
>inb4 Yvetta gets pregnant
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was busy with irl and came back to witness Terrence win 2000+ dragons. i think the armour we got him is a lucky charm.
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>>4688811
>>4688836
I remember betting 2 stags on Terrence for the lols.
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>old Lord Westbrook offers the hand of his daughter/granddaughter to Terrence along with a plot of land for letting him relive his glory days one last time
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>>4690213
He should grab Euron’s Valyrian steel armor
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>Lords literally bandwagoning Terrence with dowry
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Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>4689921
>>4690234
You lads both know me too well.

I'm about to get to writing, but this Terrence/Yvetta thing has been nagging at me all day. It's deadlocked even down to Virtues/Vices. Fuck it.

>1. Terrence accepts Westbrooks offer, and there is another Flowers on the way.
>2. Terrence accepts Westbrook's offer, rejects Yvetta.
>3. Terrence accepts Westbrook's offer, rejects Yvetta.
>4. Terrence chooses Yvetta, rejects Westbrook's offer.
>5. Terrence chooses Yvetta, rejects Westbrook's offer.
>6. Terrence chooses Yvetta, and Westbrook still lands him.
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>>4691103
The fucking LUCK with this guy.
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>>4691103
SER TERRENCE PUSSYSLAYER FLOWERS
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>>4691103
Well if this campaign dies for whatever reason Terrence should be a great backup MC
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>>4691103
Goddamn, fucking amazing. Terrence keeps his luck even after the tourney. I'm happy for them both. I hope Yvetta isn't playing poor Terrence.
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>>4691103
Ter-RENCE MY BOY
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>>4691172
I can see a Duncan-Egg plotline with Daenerys and house with the red door
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“I’ll take any decent book on the Summer Isles that you have. In truth, I’ve wanted to sail there for years,” you tell Maester Humbert.

“It’s not all that hard. Just need to hop on one of their swan ships and ply your trade for passage. I’ve done it,” he tells you.

“Then you know of these fruits and nuts?” you ask him.

“Some,” he hesitantly says. “I got a bit… distracted as it were. Might be the only place I’ve been to where the gods agreed with me.”

“That could just work in my favor. Aemelia has a sort of curiosity for local religions,” you say.

“Not these ones if she’s a proper lady. Ah, but then I’ve found those sorts are the worst ones,” Maester Humbert cackles.

“Worst? Worst how?”

“Worst for their fathers, best for me. Just saying you might want a soothing salve for your cock is all. What of the other book? Rituals? Cause if you’re going there…”

“I was thinking something on wine making. The aging process is of particular interest. The failures going to bubbles even,” you say.

Wine making? What bloody for?” he nearly spits out his wine. You go on to fill him in on the particulars of your experiment.

“It does sound like the sort of thing the needlessly wealthy would take to,” he concedes. “Still seems a waste of talent for you to sit on your nonce uncle’s vineyards just for some coin.”

“I’m not looking to become a vintner. I’ll teach them how to do it without getting a face full of glass and take my gold from there. They’re only going to harvest every three moons. If I wanted, I could even swing by every half year to export. Depends on what the winds hold,” you explain.

“Hmm. It’s not my area of expertise, but I’ll have a look… I’ve another book that might be useful. Goes into the anatomy of womenfolk in rare detail. I like to keep the best copy on hand for the illustrations. For references, you understand,” Maester Humbert says.

You leave him not much longer after. He assures he will drop off the books at the tavern on the next evening. Seems he’s invited himself to the wedding feast. You wouldn’t have expected anything less. You’re glad the old lunatic is still coherent enough to offer his aid. That, and it’s just nice to see him. He was the only maester who you felt you regularly learned from outside of regurgitated knowledge from books and scrolls. The free access to said books even after you’re supposedly banned from the Citadel’s libraries is just icing.

But not everything is free. You’re woefully underequipped on your supplies. You owe Aemelia a dagger at the least. A Myrish Lens would do you some good, something simple since you’ll be visiting there soon… a maester’s kit, of course. And some vials and stoppers. A satchel to put them in… that should about do it for the basics…
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>>4691321
“Brother?” you spin around from perusing an increasingly impatient glass merchant’s wares… as if the quality is your fault… to find Terrence of all people seeking you out.

“Terrence? Are you lost?” you greet him. This is the last part of the market you’d expect to find him.

“No, I was looking for you. I need a favor. A big one,” he nervously starts.

“If it’s about the potion…” you hold up a placating hand.

“What potion?” he asks with a confused look.

“Nothing. What is it?” you ask.

“I have heard talk of a feast planned for your wedding?” he suggests.

“And your wins,” you nod. “Aemelia liked that. Said it was less on her.”

“Did she?” he says with some relief. “Good. Can you take me to her?”

“I might be able to find her. She’s fitting a dress… why?”

“I need to wed Yvetta. Sooner the better. We could double up at the sept. I will put some coin down for the feast even if I lose both matches. The ransoms have started adding up,” he rambles.

“A moment… you need to wed her? Why need? What’d she tell you?” you ask.

“Her? Nothing. She doesn’t even know yet,” Terrence says.

“Hmm. Could she not say no?” you point out.

“She won’t, brother. I’m sure of it. It’s Father who concerns me. And Lord Westbrook. He is a good man, and I would be honored to serve him, but that will not be at the cost of dishonoring Yvetta,” he says.

“Westbrook? The old fat one?”

“In a manner of speaking…” Terrence winces at your description.

“It’s not a manner of speaking. That’s the only way to speak it. What did he offer you?” you ask.

“I have only heard it through Father as of yet. Lord Westbrook will be attending the feast to formally offer me guardianship of the Westbridge. It’s along the Ocean Road south of Old Oak. My lord has gripes over Westermen flaunting the tolls and wishes to strengthen its defenses. I am expected to take the hand of his niece or a granddaughter in return for being named the Knight of Westbridge,” Terrence explains.

“So, you’re going to bugger his offer before it is even made?” you stifle a laugh. “Father is going to boil.”

“My lord does not know that I know of the offer, so he will not have to suffer my rejection. If he still wishes to offer it to a married knight, then I will gladly accept,” he says.

“That’s… passing clever. Who came up with this?” you ask. You’re not trying to dig at him. It simply seems beyond him.

“I… confided in Mother. She helped,” he admits.

“Huh,” you note. That’s mildly surprising in itself. “Well, I’m not sure what good Aemelia would be…”

“A dress. I wish my lady to look the part,” Terrence says. Bloody odd to hear Yvetta spoken of that way, but you oblige him with a final shrug and lead the way to the seamstress.
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>>4691322
You don’t catch more than Aemelia’s outline behind a changing screen. She frantically warns you off before you can go any further. “You cannot see me. Do you want bad luck?

“It was Terrence’s notion,” you point out.

“Ser Terrence may stay. You must go,” Aemelia calls over the screen.

“I will wait here and escort Lady Aemelia back to the manse when she is finished,” he assures, somewhat nervously. He looks completely lost as he glances around at the four or five women fluttering about with various fabrics. Gods do they reek of perfumes.

“Better you than me,” you say with one last sniff of the defiled air before you leave him to it.

“This can’t be real. It’s too much. I feel faint. I never feel faint and I feel faint,” Yvetta rants as she fidgets upon the bench overlooking the lists. It’s the morrow of the final tilts, and Terrence is readying for a ride against a member of the Kingsguard. Ser Raymund Risley has already beaten Ser Arthur Ambrose. You thought it a fairly boring match.

“Why are you faint? Did you take the potion?” you ask her.

“Not yet,” Yvetta distractedly answers. “How can you ask why? You are to be wed too.”

“What of it?” you shrug.

What of it? There are a thousand whats of its, you madman. Lizbeth, help me with him, just this once,” Yvetta pleads with your mother.

“It is a fairly serious matter, dear,” your mother tells you, not taking her eyes off the field.

“He’s riding against a Kingsguard. He’s to be my husband and he’s riding against a Kingsguard with half the Reach watching. I’m going to be sick,” Yvetta frets.

“What’s that got to do with anything? Anyway, he’s not like to win the tilt,” you tell her.

“How can you say that? He’s your own brother,” Yvetta snaps at you.

“He is. That doesn’t somehow make him a better jouster. He’s good, but that’s the Black Bat,” you say.

“You just made that up, that Black Bat,” she accuses.

“Did not… two stags say I’m right,” you goad her.

“Fine. You owe me ten when Terrence wins. Those’re the odds,” Yvetta says in return.

It’s not long before you’re two stags the richer. You hardly get to gloat about it with her so worked up over Terrence getting rocked in his saddle for three straight tilts. That’s the first time he’s been so pressed. Your brother’s own second pass was an impressive showing, but Ser Whent was nothing short of flawless on his every attempt.
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>>4691325
“There’s still third. Third is good,” you assure.

“But that Ser Ambrose, he cheats,” Yvetta complains.

“Riding with his arse planted firmly in his saddle isn’t cheating,” you say.

“It’s not sporting. That makes it cheating,” Yvetta insists.

You’re the arbiter of good conduct now?” you laugh. It’s nice to see her genuinely caring for your brother even if she’s as irrational as ever. You wonder if she knows how much he’s giving up for her… but it’s not your place to tell.

Your brother’s luck seems to favor him again on his tilts against Ser Arthur Ambrose. The young knight who will apparently be the next Lord of Ambrose. Both are clearly battered and tired after their very recent losses, but Terrence holds it together better than the leaner Ser Arthur. The first two passes leave the heir with intact laces while Terrence’s are merely cracked. The third pass seals it, but at least it’s more exciting when they both shatter their lances, a high note to end their part in the competition. The young Ser Arthur dug in his spurs with a cry of, “Alysanne!” A reference to his betrothed, one of Lord Hightower’s daughters. You’d snorted over the lame cry and were forced to weather the chiding of the more sympathetic womenfolk for it.

“Third, then. Decent prize purse there,” you smile. Your words are likely lost. Yvetta and your mother are far less reserved in their cheering.

“Bet you’re glad you didn’t bet against him that time,” Yvetta finally tells you.

“I suppose? I would’ve been more likely to favor him on that go, but then who would’ve taken my bet?” you say.

“The crowds? They favored Ser Ambrose,” Yvetta says.

“That’s because they’re the crowds. Crowds are inherently stupid. And not the sort I’d like to flash my coin purse around,” you say. You’ve actually gotten a couple curious looks as is. Down in the commons as you are, you’re dressed just a bit too well. There wasn’t much choice in the matter, though. Lady Emma Cuy, Evalaine’s mother, is making her appearances today at the Cuy box. With Aemelia not attending due to her wedding preparations, you just didn’t have much reason to risk bothering up there.

Bet on the finals? Let’s call it 5 dragons rather than dragging out the amounts. 3 to 1 odds in favor of Ser Oswell Whent.

>You’ll take the bet on Ser Oswell Whent. You like his surer odds. [Alchemist]
>You’re going to go with Ser Raymund Risley on this one. He’s not favored, but he’s a Reachman in a Reachmen’s tourney. Somehow, that just feels neater. [Rogue]
>You’ll pass on betting. You’ve a wedding to get to. [Healer]
>Something else.

Also, if there’s anything in particular that anyone was looking to purchase or do before the wedding, then let me know. We should be getting to it tomorrow night.
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>>4691328
Is there any benefit to leaving early for the wedding? Do we oversee the preparations?

As for anything left to do, there is one vitality potion left, I believe. Do we take it ourselves?

I suppose it's not possible to get the bells to ring like in Shryke, but if Terrence is splitting half the cost, we can afford to make it a better affair? I remember that the feast at the wedding was a middle ground between the frugal Alchemist option and the more robust Rogue option. Now that we have a bigger budget, we can lean more towards the bigger feast after all? Good food, good wine, good women.
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>>4691328
>You’ll take the bet on Ser Oswell Whent. You like his surer odds. [Alchemist]
How are the odds for the favoured rider 3 to 1?
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>>4691328
ALYSANNE!
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>>4691535
Shut up and take the bet
>>4691328
Ser Bookie hook me up
>You’ll take the bet on Ser Oswell Whent. You like his surer odds. [Alchemist]
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>>4691372
>Is there any benefit to leaving early for the wedding?

Not really. It's just the option for not wanting to bet.

>Now that we have a bigger budget, we can lean more towards the bigger feast after all?

If there was more time to prepare a larger feast, but there isn't. It would need to go down this way for the roll here >>4691103 to make any sense.

>>4691535
Am I writing that backwards? There is a 3x payout if Risley wins.
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>>4691103
It is incredible how this dalliance just plays out on its own.

>>4691328
Do we know anything at all about the competitors besides their origins? I think Tristan would make like to make an informed bet. Or whatever passes for favorable facts in his head.
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>>4691755
He would know they're both very good, better than his brother. Risley did better against Arthur Ambrose than Terrence did. House Risley has a history of producing renowned riders. They have a jousting knight for their coat of arms. It's possible Whent is favored in part because he is Kingsguard, but then he is obviously very skilled as well. I'm holding off on the more nuanced details between the two because jousting really isn't Tristan's wheelhouse.
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>>4691736
>There is a 3x payout if Risley wins.
I'm unfamiliar with betting. If Whent wins and We bet on him, we just get our money back with no return?
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>>4691767
Was about to ask the same.

>>4691328
>>4691764
Alright, lets bet on what looks like raw talent
>You’re going to go with Ser Raymund Risley on this one. He’s not favored, but he’s a Reachman in a Reachmen’s tourney. Somehow, that just feels neater. [Rogue]
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>>4691767
For every penny bet on Risley, there were 3 et on Whent. So, the payout would be 3x for Risley and 4/3rds for Whent. With a bet of 5gd, you'd get back 6.67gds on Whent and 15gd on Risley. Subtract the initial 5gd and that's your profit.
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>>4691328
>3 to 1 odds in favor of Ser Oswell Whent.
This is the correct usage

For example
>odds against a random day of the week being a weekend are 5:2.
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>>4691776
Spotted the cheeky fiver betsman
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>>4691328
>>You’re going to go with Ser Raymund Risley on this one. He’s not favored, but he’s a Reachman in a Reachmen’s tourney. Somehow, that just feels neater. [Rogue]
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>>4691328
Risley has 8d6, Whent has 9d6.
Running three trials:
8d6: 27,24,27 - average: 26
9d6: 31,34,19 - average: 28

Too dangerous for 3:1 odds. Cheeky fiver to Risley because we can’t back out with these votes

>You’re going to go with Ser Raymund Risley on this one. He’s not favored, but he’s a Reachman in a Reachmen’s tourney. Somehow, that just feels neater. [Rogue]
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>>4691172
>Well if this campaign dies for whatever reason Terrence should be a great backup MC

I'll admit to being a bit blown away that, at the insistence of the Dice, we've inadvertently created the exact Reach Knight/Dornishwoman pairing that I teased as a side quest last year.
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>>4692257
Destiny always arrives......at the will of the dice, of course.
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Can I please get a few rolls while I get started writing?

>1 roll of 5d6 for Cunning
>1 roll of 5d6 for Awareness (Empathy)
>1 roll of 5d6 for Knowledge (Education)
>1 roll of 2d6 for Charm
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Rolled 2, 2, 1, 6, 6 = 17 (5d6)

>>4692556
>>1 roll of 5d6 for Cunning
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Rolled 1, 3, 2, 3, 3 = 12 (5d6)

>>4692556
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Rolled 5, 5, 3, 5, 4 = 22 (5d6)

>>4692556
Another roll for yah
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Rolled 4, 1 = 5 (2d6)

>>4692556
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>>4692590
No reason not to reroll that 1 with Blood of the Andals if anyone wants to give it a shot.
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Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>4692592
>>4692590
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Just a heads up, I seriously doubt this is going to be done tonight, but it should be up earlier tomorrow. There is one thing, though.

>>4692563
This Awareness roll is for a couple nobles at the feast. You failed it by 1, but your +2 from your Blood of the Andals benefits is available. If you pass it, you'll gain a better grasp on the local alignments surrounding Terrence's future liege.

Use your +2 on this roll? It will be available again in 5 rolls since there were 2 rolls after it.

>Yes. You'd like to know as much as possible about any opportunities or problems surrounding your brother's newfound position. [Alchemist]
>No. You don't much care about the quibblings and posturings of lordlings. [Rogue]
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>>4692700
>>Yes. You'd like to know as much as possible about any opportunities or problems surrounding your brother's newfound position. [Alchemist]
knowledge is useful
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>>4692700
>Yes. You'd like to know as much as possible about any opportunities or problems surrounding your brother's newfound position. [Alchemist]
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>>4692700
>Yes. You'd like to know as much as possible about any opportunities or problems surrounding your brother's newfound position. [Alchemist]
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>>4692700
SER TERRENCE
A MOMENT OF YOUR TIME
https://youtu.be/b8BfhovmSXE
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>>4692700

>Yes. You'd like to know as much as possible about any opportunities or problems surrounding your brother's newfound position. [Alchemist]
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>>4692700


>Yes. You'd like to know as much as possible about any opportunities or problems surrounding your brother's newfound position. [Alchemist]
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>>4692700
>Just a heads up, I seriously doubt this is going to be done tonight, but it should be up earlier tomorrow.
Bruhh...
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>>4694239
I know... I don't even know why I say that. It's a coin flip at best.
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It takes some doing, but you manage to find the right sort of gambler with Yvetta’s help. The harried bookkeeper gives you 3:1 in favor of Whent… so you stake 5 dragons on Risley.

“What’d you do that for?” Yvetta asks.

“Call it a hunch,” you shrug. Honestly, it just feels right. You’re not exactly swelling with pride over your homeland, but betting on a fellow Reachman feels… neater. A Kingsguard hailing from the Riverlands winning a tourney meant to glorify the Reach just feels off. There are other elements at work here as well… even if you’re apparently not privy to the details. You turn to bantering with Yvetta on the main event, as it were, instead.

>Rolled 8 vs DC 8 for Charm, Regular Success

“It just occurred to me that you’re somehow richer than me now… you’re serious about him, yes?” you ask her.

“I’d hoped at least you wouldn’t ask that,” Yvetta sighs.

“I ask because I care about both of you,” you say.

“… I’m serious. How could I not be?” she says.

“I could think of a score of reasons why not. You’ve known him for what? A week now?” you point out.

She screws up her face with her hips cocked to the side, thinking on something or other. “He asked. I could love him for that alone.”

“That’s it?” you say, a bit unimpressed.

“I was not born yesterday, you know. I see what he’s up to,” Yvetta says. “He could’ve had me and tossed me aside for a highborn girl. One’ve these lordlings must have one to spare for him after all this. Hells, you got one. I didn’t know you even liked women.”

“I still haven’t made up my mind, really,” you shrug.

“Did you ever… with the other novices?” Yvetta asks with a curious tilt of her head.

“What? That’s not what I meant,” you hurriedly correct.

“Huh. Well the point is, I fancied him from the start and he’s risking a chance on me. Why would I not give him as much?” she says.

“Seems oddly fair when you put it like that,” you say.

“Cause it is. And Tris?” she adds.

“Hmm?”

“Everyone’s richer than you. You’re a debtor,” she japes, letting out one of her horrid cackles as the tilts begin anew.
In all honesty, you were expecting the excitement to die down for you now that Terrence’s part is done. You’ve never been one to give much care to the lists. Whether it’s the coin on the line or just the sheer skill on display, you find yourself leaning forward in your seat as the first pass concludes in a shattering of lances. The judges hold up a pair of 2’s for the admirable first showings. The next pass is similarly impressive, but the Kingsguard rocks the knight of Risley Glade back in his seat almost enough to throw him from the saddle. Ser Whent earns himself an extra point for that one.
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>>4694260
Ser Raymund Risley, perhaps sensing his imminent defeat, turns the tables with a similarly impressive hit on the third pass. It’s tied… a fourth pass will be needed. The crowd’s cheering reaches a roar. Both knights ride hard. Ser Oswell Whent rides harder…

But it’s too much. The Kingsguard’s lance does not strike true. It slides off Ser Raymund’s shield, cracked but not splintered. The Reachman’s own hit was as solid as his first. Your ears are ringing as if filled with a multitude of miniature bells at the crowd’s roar of approval. A small price to pay for those sweet, sweet dragons.

You collect your coin from the harried purser and part ways with Yvetta and your mother from there. There’s not a whole lot of time left to prepare for the evening. At least it’s an easy walk back. Along with whatever other words they’re like to drone on about, the Lords Tyrell and Hightower are still set to make announcements of honors and accolades awarded to the final champions of the varied events.

You and Terrence make it to the sept in a decent amount of time. His own clothing is fairly simple given the occasion, even compared to yours… but then you suppose Aemelia had a fair hand in seeing you in more fashionable garb. Still, Terrence took longer to get ready than you, leaving you to pass the time bothering at him for taking so long to bathe after his competing. Aside from Aemelia’s mother, your own mother, and a handful of young knights you vaguely recognize as friends of Terrence, you note a spattering of younger ladies waiting about. Evalaine and her handmaiden are among them. They shift to giggling then to buzzing when they take note first of you and then of Terrence taking his place at the front altar. Right, they wouldn’t know of your brother’s impromptu addition to the ceremony.

You expect you’ll see the others such as the Lord Westbrook and perhaps your uncle once you reach the tavern. You can sympathize with their absence if they were ever even invited here. No doubt getting drunk off toasts to victory and the future is a touch livelier than standing through the rituals of the sept.

For his part, Terrence looks drunk already—on the sight of his bride. You’ve met plenty of women curvier than Yvetta, but that dress… it was clearly one of Aemelia’s alternates and a couple sizes too small at that. You note with some mild surprise that your own father escorts her to the altar before taking place off to the side. You’d thought he would’ve raised more objections…

“What’d you say to him?” you whisper to Terrence.

“What I needed to,” is all he answers, still looking at Yvetta.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Tris,” Yvetta whispers to you when she catches your eye in her nervous attempts to stop looking at your brother.

“Want to know how I know you’ve got nothing on under that?” you whisper back.

You—”
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>>4694261
But she stops when Aemelia makes her own entrance. You note she’s escorted to the altar by the Magister Zacarias, who looks rather pleased with himself. Not that you could give a fig. Your eyes are on her. Her hair has been curled and done up in a more elaborate fashion with a jeweled silver net running through it. Half of the dress itself seems to be held together by white feathers. The effect serves to play up her more modest curves. You can’t imagine how long that took to get into…

“Do you like it?” Aemelia asks with a soft smile. It’s all you can do to nod your head.

The septon begins his sermon at that, extolling the virtues of the Seven aspects and beseeching all four of you to take oaths of virtue in turn. You do so with Aemelia’s hands clasped in your own, the repeated words as lost to you as you are in the depths of her eyes. It’s all ended with a pledge of love, sealed with a kiss. Aemelia doesn’t hesitate. Despite these gods not being hers, you can tell she’s taking this with perhaps even more weight than you.

You depart from the sept arm in arm with Aemelia amidst cheers, well wishes, and a handful of tears. Both of the mothers are in the latter category along with a maiden or two from the gaggle of girls your cousin Evalaine brought along with her. Your brother and Yvetta follow closely behind on the jaunt back to the tavern. It takes all of a couple minutes, a benefit of being packed in near the docks in a city known as the Cradle of the Faith. There must be more septs than brothels here, no small feat.

The tavern itself is quickly packed. Between the handful of young knights and the blushing maidens, you think more of the guests were here to see Terrence, no doubt a product of his showing in the lists. But that’s fine with you. You content yourself with saddling up closer to Aemelia and letting her go on about the preparations.

“I hadn’t expected so many,” Terrence comments as he slides back in next to Yvetta with filled cups from the bar. You take a sip from one after watching one of his knight friends throw out another boastful toast. The wine has an oddly pleasant spice to it that you can’t quite place. You’ll have to ask after that…

“Nor had I. Are all of those girls your cousins?” Aemelia asks.

“I’m… not entirely sure,” Terrence frowns. “They kept bothering at me with questions as if they were. Mostly about Yvetta.”

“Evalaine was trying to set you up with some Sunnyvale or other. You’ve gone and spoiled her scheme with a Dornishwoman at that. Well done,” you explain to your brother before turning to Yvetta. “Seems my good counsel paid off. You drink it yet? Fair is fair.”
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>>4694263
“Can’t catch a break on my wedding day?” she teases.

“Sorry, I—”

“Relax,” she waves you off and slips the vial out of her sleeve, quickly downing it before it can be noted by the surrounding revelers.

“I’m sorry too, Tris,” Yvetta says, handing you back two empty vials.

“What’s this…” you start. You pat at your doublet and come up empty. Pickpocket… “You drank both?

“Nah, you had the other. Fair is fair,” she nods to your cup with a smug grin.

“Ah…” you manage. Explains the odd spice to it. You’ll need to make a note of that. For her part, Aemelia is speechless, staring rather conspicuously between your face and groin with an apprehensive look. “It’s not like to leap out at you…” you tell her while Yvetta laughs.

“What was that?” Terrence frowns.

“One of your brother’s mad brews,” Yvetta tells him.

“What does it do?” Terrence asks, much more cautiously when he even he notices Aemelia’s uncharacteristic lack of subtlety.

“It’s for the bedding. As to the specifics…” you shrug. “Only one way to know for sure.”

He makes to comment but just sighs instead and takes a long swig from his cup, enduring his new wife’s teasing about him being too sore and how they should simply retire early. He sits straighter at the appearance of Lord Westbrook and his entourage of a half dozen other lordlings of varied age and stature. Your own father and Lord Benifer step in just after him with Ser Dresmond, your youngest uncle.

Lord Westbrook plops down in a proffered chair across from Terrence on the long bench set up across the floor of the tavern. His own small entourage scrambles to gain seats of their own, but they have to give a respectable berth for Lord Benifer. Lord Cuy is perhaps half a rung up from Lord Westbrook on the pecking order of lords… if you’re getting that right. The Cuy brothers seem rather collectively pleased. While his younger brothers look on to Lord Westbrook, your lord uncle actually takes up an animated conversation with Magister Zacarias about wine.

“Great stuff out there, m’boy. After the hell you’d given me, I knew you’d push on through. This was supposed to be my last tourney, you know that?” Lord Westbrook booms

“I did not know, my lord,” Terrence answers.

“Well, it was. Mine own sons and nagging lady wife have seen to that. And what a way to go out. I’ll remember Lord Redding’s stupid face at the showing for the rest of my days, I promise you that,” he lets out a loud belly laugh. “I was a fearsome rider in my day, ask your own father. Would’ve given you a closer run for it.”

“I do not doubt it, my lord,” Terrence answers. “You rode well.”
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>>4694272
“Mannered and skilled. You’re your father’s son, that’s plain. Would that I could have him come settle some woes for me, but he’s our good Lord Cuy’s man, through and through. I would charge you in his stead if you’re up to it,” Lord Westbrook says before lumbering to his feet.

“I would name our good Ser Terrence as the Knight of Westbridge with such title to be held by his own sons and their sons in perpetuity! What say you?” he addresses the whole of the tavern to their hearty approval.

“Then so be it!” Lord Westbrook continues. “Rise, Ser Terrence Westbridge, and the Lady Westbridge!”

>Rolled 11+2 against DC 12 for Awareness, Regular Success

Aside from the general shock and excitement filling the room from the myriad well-wishers, you can’t help but note that some of Lord Westbrook’s other companions don’t seem to find the direction of the conversation to be nearly so joyous. Their faces give way to looks varying from curious or cautious all the way to bordering on wroth. By his relative age and girth, you’d place one such prickled man as a son or nephew of the lord. As for the other angry one…

>Rolled 19 vs DC 15 for Knowledge, Regular Success

You take note of the varied little appendages added to the Lord Westbrook’s companions and retainers. You’re no great student of heraldry, but if you’re correct, these are all men of local houses. For the garb of the whole lot of them, cloth-of-gold is in prominence. Fitting with the heraldry of Westbrook, but the green oak leaves on a pair of the men could only place them as scions of Old Oak, House Oakheart.

…but the other angry lordling, perhaps of an age with you, is of Woodright. You only remember it because their heraldry so reminds you of a bastard’s heraldry with their large red “Y” prominently on display.

>Rolled 17 vs DC 12 for Cunning, Great Success

If you had to place it… well, the lordling of Westbrook likely saw himself with his arse firmly planted on whatever passes for a seat at the Westbridge, if there even is one yet. Sounds like he should’ve spent more time cradling a lance than a spoon. As for the lordling of Woodwright, you vaguely recall their lands being a bit more inland, nestled squarely between the Westbrook River and the demesne of House Rowan of Goldengrove… it really is an ugly heraldry. You wish they’d skip painting that on the maps for that corner of the Reach. As for the why of his choleric take… toll enforcement? From your understanding, a good half of Terrence’s purpose at the bridge seems to be about just that.
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>>4694274
Terrence’s newfound liege nearly barrels him over with a hearty slap on the back, then gets to speaking on particulars as your lord uncle joins them. “You’ll need to attend court in Old Oak to make your oaths there as well, but that’s more formality. Mine own liege of Oakheart squired for me in his youth. Just don’t go mentioning this lass’s Rhoynishness. Say you left her out in the sun or some such. HAH. To tell truth, it’s my lord’s lady wife who is of the main line of the blood. She’s a shrewd one, her.”

“I will keep that in mind, my lord,” Terrence replies, looking a bit swept away by it all. With her flushed cheeks and satisfied smile, Yvetta looks even more dazed than your brother.

“As fine as this all is, I know I’ve gone and ambushed you with a bride on your arm and a bulging coin purse. You’ll have your time to settle up your affairs, ser. We’ll call it, oh, two moons? Gives time for Lord Oakheart to receive you before you take your seat. Wouldn’t want to be presumptuous, eh?” Lord Westbrook laughs again.

Two moons would be more than enough time for the two of them to accompany you on your first trip to the Free Cities before you settle in at Sunhouse for your experiment. Decent chance they could turn a hefty profit if they put some of that gold into perfumes or the like for your return trip.

>Invite them along. It would be good to spend more time with your brother and Yvetta before they settle in as petty rulers. That, and they might very well need the coin from the trip. [Healer]
>Don’t invite them. Additional passengers are a complication you don’t want to deal with. You’d like to keep this operation as simple as possible. [Alchemist]
>Something else.
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>>4694276
>>Invite them along. It would be good to spend more time with your brother and Yvetta before they settle in as petty rulers. That, and they might very well need the coin from the trip. [Healer]
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>>4694276

>Something else.
>Rogue(?)

Suggest that Terrence invest in our venture with his newfound wealth.

We take a few hundred of his dragons or so and spend it on perfumes or whatever seems like the most reliable, profitable trade good we come across. Probably perfumes since Aemelia has the connect.

We only take 30% of the profit. It leaves him able to make a decent amount while we benefit too.

Plus he kinda owes us since we got him the fat armor upgrade before the tourney AND if not for us, Yvetta wouldn't be around.
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>>4694299
I think Yvetta as a shrewd businesswoman will want to come along for the trip and see it for herself if they are to invest a significant amount, what with Terrence being a novice at business.

Competition tonight on who can scream the loudest? Make an endurance check?
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>>4694304

That seems reasonable. Still, I think at least 30% cut makes sense considering Aemelia would be providing the "in" to the perfume market and doing most of the bargaining.

If Yvetta comes, I would expect Terrence to want to come too.

This would round out our need for loyal swords on this trip very nicely.
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>>4694276
>Invite them along. It would be good to spend more time with your brother and Yvetta before they settle in as petty rulers. That, and they might very well need the coin from the trip. [Healer]

Digits and Terrence wins his next tourney.
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>>4694444
Witnessed!
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>>4694276
Before rashly inviting them over, can we pull Father aside and address our concerns about the jealous West-men who will likely start plotting against Terrence? It may not be the best notion for Terrence to leave at this moment when his fame (and Charm) is at his peak.

Especially from what we’ve read on Arys Oakheart, these people DO NOT LIKE DORNE
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>>4694276
Seconding this >>4694544
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>>4694625

Supporting
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>>4694276
Support for having them invest like >>4694299 suggested.

Support for
>>4694544
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Rolled 2, 5 - 3 = 4 (2d6 - 3)

>>4694299
Do you mean for the investment and terms to take effect after this first trip or as a part of this first trip? Just trying to figure out when that should come up for negotiations since an investment for later would likely be dealt with upon their return to the Reach.

>>4694304
>Endurance check

This honestly might turn out to be more amusing than my guesswork. Why not? Aemelia's is in this post.

>Can I get 1 roll of 3d6 for Terrence and 1 roll of 4d6 (3D+1b from the potion) for Tristan?
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Rolled 4, 2, 1, 5 = 12 (4d6)

>>4694544
And yes, I can work this in as well. If there is anything else anyone wants to ask about, then feel free to drop suggestions on what and with who. Yvetta's roll in this post. (3D+1b)
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Rolled 4, 2, 6 = 12 (3d6)

>>4695050
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Rolled 2, 6, 6, 6 = 20 (4d6)

>>4695050
>>4695066
Dammit I forgot about Aemilia's -3 to Endurance. Hope Tristan's not jerking off in a corner by himself by the end of the night. Roll high!
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>>4695066
>>4695073
Terrence manages to hang in there just long enough for Yvetta's liking.

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>>4695076
>18 vs a 4.
Uhh... technically a perfect roll from Tristan. Well, that's something. Looks like he's discovered a new talent.
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>>4695066
Can you clarify what this means:
>That, and they might very well need the coin from the trip.
Is there opportunity for them to make coin on this trip?

Also, suggestion: we invite them along for a vacation/honeymoon, but also for them (Yvetta specifically) to see the operation, and then decide if they want to invest, whether in perfumes or otherwise. Maybe we could take a detour to see to the perfume thing if they're interested. We could also use Yvetta's help in negotiations with the foreign merchants. (I assume from the text that Yvetta has bonus dice in Bargaining, something both Tristan and Aemilia lack, but correct me if I'm wrong.) We can joke that the haggling is our price for giving them a pleasure cruise before they get caught in the humdrum of ruling.

>>4695076
>18
Yeah, I'm going to go ahead and call myself based. Poor Aemilia, looks like she's getting pregnant after all. Lmao. Looks like the smith wasn't lying at all. Or Tristan will have to do some Healing on himself when the boner does not go down after 6 hours.
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>>4695076
>>4695050

I think it just turned out more amusing than your guesswork.

As for the investment idea, I was thinking it could be on this first trip. I assume we will be meeting up with some of Aemelia's Lysene contacts, and Aemelia herself will probably want to restock on her perfumes and oils and whatever else.

It seems like it might just be convenient to set up multiple trade deals in one go rather than separately.

Having a lot of capital up front will also probably be great for our image as a reliable trader.
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>>4695091
>Is there opportunity for them to make coin on this trip?
Yes. Terrence just won a substantial amount of gold that isn't currently tied up in anything. The returns wouldn't be a significant as they could be if they were in a full-scale trade arrangement, but they could get at least some sort of return by investing some of that tourney gold in Lysene or Myrish commodities to resell in the Reach.

Terrence really doesn't care much about making gold, so you're right in that it's more of a Yvetta sort of scheme, but her effectiveness is going to be somewhat hampered by her own foreignness in the Free Cities.

>>4695096
>on this first trip
Hmm, alright. That amount for a commission might be a tougher sell to the Westbridge's if they're already there overseas. Not impossible, just more along the numbers they (meaning Yvetta, really) would expect under a normal contract where they're taking no part in the legwork... but then it is Tristan's ship that they'd be using... I guess it'll depend on what you work out with them in Lys.

At the least, you'll be meeting up with Aemelia's grandparents as they're the only remaining members of House Morelleon worth meeting. Aemelia would know that they could likely be convinced of a trade deal related to the perfumes.
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>>4695076
damn....
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>>4695156

Sounds good. The 30% is just a ballpark figure, I was assuming it would be haggled closer to 20.
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I'm expecting to have the next post up tomorrow night. Catching up on work and such. I'm mostly caught up at this point, though. Should have less interruptions in the coming weeks.
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Post should be up in a few hours. If there are any last minute requests for talking to anyone in particular about anything, then I'll work them in.
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Hmm, still haven’t gotten to get to know Elias
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The wine is flowing, good vintages at that. You’ve no notion of who is even paying for it at this point aside from that it’s not you. A couple of Terrence’s old companions are deep in their cups already and are goading your brother into the same. He tries to beg them off, but his new liege lord is just as enthusiastic as the young knights, so he resigns himself to it. Your younger uncle, Ser Dresmond, claps you on the shoulder in congratulations and then settles in to talking matters of horse flesh. Apparently, his own liege, a Lord Conklyn, is a bit of an enthusiast.

Various well-wishers make their rounds in offering a few words in greeting or congratulations. One in particular passes you a note instead, though that’s more than fair. Elias Costayne isn’t one for the spoken word.

Tristan of Haeliathas,

My congratulations on your nuptials. I have given your words some thought and posed it to my lord. Lord Cuy has agreed that some experience would not be remiss. I would take up your offer of service for a period of one year, after which I will be obliged to wed without further delay.

Yours,
Elias Costayne


You glance up and catch Elias’s eye from his place uncomfortably lurking near Lord Benifer, who is having a go at the laces on his lady wife’s dress. Lady Emma Cuy, or Sunnyvale or whichever she goes by. She’s easily twenty years his junior and looks the part. Her strained smile and lack of bothering with greeting you says about all you’d care to know about her. Apples and trees and all that. You give Elias a nod which he returns… and that’s about it. You’ll need to come up with some better way to communicate him rather than making like you’re on your way to the rookery for your every question. With Aemelia distracted in translating some conversation for her mother that is as animated as it is incomprehensible, you take the opportunity to grab your father’s attention.

“You know the Lord Westbrook?” you ask your father as he settles in.

“I do. He was one of the standouts in my own youth, though he’s got a decade on me if it’s a day. We spoke at length of this plan of his, though there were some… complications,” he says with a look to Yvetta leaning on Terrence.

“Seems like it. Surprised he rolled with it,” you nod to the Lord Westbrook.

“Hm. It’s not so lofty a title to be beyond those two. When he says a bridge, he means a bridge and tower. That’s about it. There’d be plenty to patrol, but he’ll have no vast tracts of land to manage beyond what his wife managed to stuff into that dress. Though I’d expect it to ruffle some feathers regardless,” your father throws a dirty look towards the one you’d marked as a Woodwright.

“That was my concern as well… I’d thought to invite them with me to Lys since they’ve the time and coin to spend, but if there’s to be issue…” you say.
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>>4697025
“You mean those two? Fuck them,” your father mutters under his breath. “Westbrook wants this bridge in hand, but this isn’t the bleeding Vale with unwashed clansmen screaming down from the brush. Tolls are coming up short but then when aren’t they? The issue is more in bored lordlings like those lot over there harassing passersby. Too much talk of knights turning robber at the crossing or elsewise causing bloody scenes in trying to prove their honor, whatever that’s supposed to mean to them.”

“So, throw a knight with a reputation in the mix to break it up?” you ask while idly playing with one of the feathers on Aemelia’s dress.

“Knights, as in a few of them, I’d expect. Whichever Terrence decides to take on as sworn swords. I’d assume, and that means so does Westbrook now, that means some of his Riverlands friends. That’s good. Terrence being an outsider’s good, too. Seeing as his own second son’s a sack of suet, my lord was like to raise a nephew or some other kin, but he figured the problems would persist,” your father explains.

“Because those sorts are all some sort of cousin to each other and might well be a part of it... so Lord Westbrook’s going to add insult to injury by breaking up their fun with an unjumped bastard and his common wife, Dornish at that, who are backed by whichever Bracken-spawn are trying to drown Terrence in their cups right now? The lord’s got stones, I’ll give him that,” you smirk.

“It’s not a great look,” your father admits with a grimace. “But then my lord doesn’t much need to give a fig about it. He was threatening as much two years back when last I saw him. Now he’s just following through. You’re worried this’ll go teats up if Terrence sails with you? Don’t be. No one is going over Westbrook’s head on this. Lord Oarkheart holds him in too high regard to countermand him over something so trivial.”

“These knights you speak of… they will be Ser Terrence’s sworn men?” Aemelia cuts in once she’s done speaking with, or rather for, her mother.

“I don’t doubt it. He can’t do his duty on his own and those lads seem ready and willing,” your father nods to the Rivermen.

“They could be of use on the journey… we have the space,” Aemelia mulls it over. You’re more concerned with the way she’s leaning forward. You can just nearly see down the front of dress. Crowded as it is in the tavern, you’re feeling awfully flushed… or is that the potion’s work?

“You expect so much trouble on such a simple trip?” your father asks her.

“Always,” Aemelia replies with a glare towards Magister Zacarias… or her mother. Hard to tell with Lady Aelesendra in his lap. A loud cheer goes up nearby. Yvetta is either giving Terrence the breath of life or she’s feeling about as impatient as you're starting to feel. Either way, that rowdier half of the table doesn’t waste much time in chanting a call for a bedding.
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>>4697026
It’s a swirl of confusion from there with the task of getting four of you upstairs and undressed in the narrow confines. The wine and the heat upon you only serve to heighten the daze of it. What you can be certain of is that your good-mother pinched your arse at some point. Or it was Evalaine’s handmaiden. You end up stumbling bare arsed past the threshold of your very modest room with Aemelia nearly in your arms wearing naught but her bride cloak. You’re fairly sure there are white feathers from that very temporary dress arrangement all over the tavern by now.

Aemelia is shaking beneath you from cold or excitement or both. You’re not much better, though you’re still flushed from the drink and potion both. She guides you while you kiss her but struggles accommodating you to your mounting concern. You’ve heard you’re a fast learner, though. Because you are. You play with her like she showed you back at the temple until she’s writhing beneath you and more welcoming. You lose all sense of time from there, as does she by the sounds you have her making. It’s the potion, that much you’re sure of. It keeps you just before your peak no matter which way you try taking her. But you’re feeling persistent…

Someone, likely Yvetta, thumps something against the adjoining wall some time deeper into the night. After being driven over the edge more times than you could be bothered to keep track of, Aemelia is a hopeless mess by the time you finally manage your release, a moment that seems to drag on for far longer than you’d thought possible. You pass out beside her within moments of it ending.

“Water. Get me water. Or juice. Or anything,” Aemelia prods you awake and mumbles at some point early in the morrow.

“Tired,” you mumble back.

“And I swear my leg is still twitching. You go,” she pushes. You return to her with a flagon of juice that she sets to gulping at like she’d left marooned.

“Save some for me,” you protest.

Aemelia passes it back over. “I had no idea it could be so…” she starts, then sighs and flops back onto the pillows.

“So… what?” you ask.

“So… that. Well, I did. I have seen pleasure slaves put on their shows at banquets, but I had assumed it half an act…”

“… again?” you respond.

“I… do not think I can,” Aemelia admits. “We could do something else if you have need.”

“After planning, then? Just thought if you were in the mood to wake them again…” you suggest.

“Oh gods, that is what that sound was?” Aemelia worriedly asks.

“Yvetta, I’d guess, or whoever else decided to grab a room,” you say. She lets out a groan into the pillows. “I thought your sort didn’t care about that?” you ask in response.
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>>4697030
“My sort? I have spent far more time in the Reach than in Lys and my father was selective with my tutors. Truthfully, I have always found their ways to be too much. I was always embarrassed for the comparisons as a maid. My mother’s behavior did not help…” Aemelia sighs.

“On Lys… what of that talk of bringing on more swords?” you ask.

“Your brother and his men? I had thought to use them for the first trip if only to make a statement in our opening talks,” she says.

“Is that… wise? Bringing in a half dozen foreign knights to trade talks?” you point out.

“Under circumstances… yes. My mother’s birth family, House Morelleon, they are waning. They may very well die out in the coming years. The only two of any note are my grandparents,” Aemelia explains.

“Then who takes over the house? Your mother? Or her husband?” you ask.

“The name will likely die. As far as possessions go, whatever they have left will go to whomever my grandparents will it,” she says.

“That’s… huh,” is all you comment.

“Is it the name dying? I will admit, I still find it odd as well. It is common in some of the Free Cities. Lys is not Volantis with their Old Blood. Their storied blood died with the Doom and they were ruled by others often as not after that. Names there, they come and go and power shifts with the tides. Any merchant of Lysene blood may see himself a magister if he is willing to do what he must,” she explains.

“And us? Are the knights part of doing what we must? I’m not seeing the point in them for your grandparents,” you say.

“Us? We cannot be magisters. I am a woman, and you are not of the blood. Our children, though…” she sighs, “if we have them… though after last night… the knights, yes. They are not so much for Morelleon as for the vultures circling them. I do not want to be forced to deal with Zacarias. I do not care what my mother wishes. Yet we may have to if we seem too weak. If we have no support, we could be taken advantage of on prices and deals.”

>Bring Terrence and Yvetta with you but not the knights. They’re the ones you care about spending time with. That should at least show you have some support without the trouble bored knights could cause in a pleasure city. [Healer]
>Bring Terrence’s knights along as well. A slight show of force doesn’t sound remiss if that’s what it takes to not appear weak. [Rogue]
>Company may be distracting. You’d rather do this without bringing anyone extra along. Any issues of Lysene posturing can be dealt with if or when they come up. [Alchemist]
>Something else.
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>>4697031
>>Bring Terrence’s knights along as well. A slight show of force doesn’t sound remiss if that’s what it takes to not appear weak. [Rogue]
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>>4697031
>>Bring Terrence’s knights along as well. A slight show of force doesn’t sound remiss if that’s what it takes to not appear weak. [Rogue]
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>>4697031
>Bring Terrence’s knights along as well. A slight show of force doesn’t sound remiss if that’s what it takes to not appear weak. [Rogue]
Use em if you got em.
Great read by the way, very fun narration as Tristan.
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>>4697031
>Bring Terrence’s knights along as well. A slight show of force doesn’t sound remiss if that’s what it takes to not appear weak. [Rogue]
Just defer to our wife when it comes to Lysene politics
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>>4697031
>Bring Terrence’s knights along as well. A slight show of force doesn’t sound remiss if that’s what it takes to not appear weak. [Rogue]
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>>4697031
>Bring Terrence’s knights along as well. A slight show of force doesn’t sound remiss if that’s what it takes to not appear weak. [Rogue]
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>>4697031
>>Bring Terrence’s knights along as well. A slight show of force doesn’t sound remiss if that’s what it takes to not appear weak. [Rogue]
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“We do have the space,” you agree. “And I doubt that lot will give much complaint over a trip to the pleasure city.”

“So long as it is your brother paying their fines,” Aemelia smiles.

“I’m more surprised that Lyseni even bother with fines,” you say.

“As long as they raise no hand to citizens, there is little that silver does not pay for,” she says. “And even that may be settled with silver. Really, they quite like their fines.”

“With what I saw on display at that bankers’ villa, I’m surprised they care for silver at all,” you remark.

“Not silver stags, I should think. They deal far more in silver than in gold, but their coins are not so debased as stags. They are comparable to moons. Their coins of copper are like stars.,” Aemelia explains. That’ll be something worth remembering. A gold dragon is worth 210 silver stags but only 30 silver moons. That’ll put their silver coins at sevenfold the value of the usual Westerosi fare and their copper coins at eightfold that of a penny.

“At those rates, I’m surprised the smallfolk manage to eat at all,” you whistle.

“Food and drink do tend to become expensive… most needs to be imported and most of that is from the Disputed Lands, so it is not so sure a thing. As for the smallfolk? There are no smallfolk. There are only slaves, freedmen, and citizens. Slaves eat at their masters’ graces and freedmen make wage or become slaves anew,” she says.

“Seems… harsh. And now it seems we’ve slaves of our own to deal with,” you say.

“We do. I spoke with Zacarias and he said he would see the transfer done. Although it is not too many. Just two green boys and the other three I requested. He will see they are good lest I speak poorly of it to my mother. I was considering seeking out a bed maid when we get to Lys as well,” Aemelia says.

“That magister. He escorted you yesterday… I hadn’t expected it after his little tantrum,” you frown.

“My mother was insistent. She does not want us to fight. She is blinded to him… she always has been. They were lovers before she was wed… and during. He was too weak to rate her hand when they were young, so my grandfather spurned him. I have no proof, but I would suspect he has had more than a hand in Morelleon’s fall,” she explains.

“He did seem a bit off about… well, everything,” you comment.
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>>4698155
“Because he is. He is dangerous. I have heard he gained power in large part because he fancies himself a bravo. You need to tread carefully around him, Tristan. I know you do not seem to care for such things, but you need to take this seriously,” she says, sitting up to look you in the eyes. You try not to let your eyes wander to her bared teats, at least not too much. They’re far more appealing in the morning light. “Tristan.”

“Right, tread carefully. I heard you,” you repeat. “I don’t care much for that prat anyway. I’d be happy enough just avoiding him.”

“You cannot. Beyond my mother, he simply has too much influence and a strange fascination with me besides. Just… try to be courteous. Oh gods, what am I saying…” she sighs. You kiss her breasts instead. She liked that well enough last night. “By the… oh! Put it in but be gentle,” Aemelia eventually insists.

You leave her to her sleep when you’re done. It was a much quicker affair than the night prior but looking upon her in the light was a treat of its own. You follow the trail of feathers from Aemelia’s dress back down the stairs and find Terrence and Yvetta nuzzled up by the hearthside table.

“Want to go to Lys?” you ask in greeting.

“Never change, you madman,” Yvetta laughs. “Roland spoke more than I cared to hear of the lewdness of Lyseni, but after last night... what did you do to her?”

“Don’t mention it to her, she’s sensitive about it. I should be asking you the same. We had a deal, yes?” you point out.

“What deal was this with the potion?” Terrence asks, looking completely lost.

“I asked him about flirting with you, so he insisted I drink his potion and tell him how it worked,” Yvetta explains.

“Of course,” Terrence pinches his brow. “I’ll thank you not to use my wife as your test subject for… whatever that was.”

“I am your wife, aren’t I?” she purrs into his neck in response.

“Yes, that’s nice,” you interrupt whatever Yvetta is getting into. “She wasn’t your wife then and the potion was perfectly safe, more than like. So, did it work?”

“Made me as wet as the Rhoyne and I swear I was more flushed than just the wine would do. Beyond that… I’m not sure it did anything special,” Yvetta says, then she turns to Terrence instead. “You were special though,” she tells him in a soothing voice that colors his cheeks and makes you wander to the bar.
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>>4698159
“You’re sure that was it?” you ask her while examining some of the few flagons that didn’t make it to the tables the night prior. Might be a diamond in the rough…

“Yeah, I’d say so… I don’t know Tris,” she shrugs. “What’s all this about Lys?”

“I may need a bigger sample size… or I could simply market it to ladies with their change upon them,” you mutter before looking up from your inventorying to give them your attention. “You’ve two moons and a pile of gold. Do you want to spend that here or in Lys? I’m going either way and I have the space on my ship.”

“I can perhaps see the appeal, but have sworn swords to consider as well,” Terrence says.

“Good. Bring them. We’ve the space. Better to have more swords than not. Isn’t that some sort of knightly adage? No? Well, just the same,” you tell your brother.

“I’ve never been, but I’ve wanted to at least see it…” Yvetta says. That seems to do the trick. Gods, what you could accomplish with a good pair of teats and a pretty face…

“It is a slaver city, is it not? I have heard tales of it…” Terrence points out.

“I don’t like it either, but that’s how they’ll be if we go or not. Who knows? You may be able to do some good there,” Yvetta suggests.

“… I suppose there is little to lose,” Terrence agrees.

But that does bring to mind your own slaves. You still need to decide what to do about them. Aemelia seems to be a bit in favor of keeping them as they are, and you’d imagine the other Lyseni would see it much the same way. You do have to wonder how it would look to be seen as one so balking their customs, but then Westerosi and a few others you might name would take issue with you as a slave owner. Ultimately, it may just be more about how you feel about it…

>You detest slavery as most Westerosi do. You will free them on the condition that they work off the debts of their purchasing price. [Healer]
>You don’t see how their situation is much different than any other smallfolk. You will keep them the slaves as slaves and settle for simply treating them better. [Rogue]
>The adults have all but chosen their fate at this point, but you have a soft spot for the children. Free the two boys and take them on as apprentices while leaving the adults as they are. [Alchemist]
>Something else.
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>>4698159
>It was a much quicker affair than the night prior
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>>4698162
Not sure what to vote, man. Detesting slavery and freeing the slaves will keep our image high in Westerosi characters' minds, but may cause problems when we have to deal with the reality on the ground in the Free Cities. On the other hand, keeping them all as slaves may cause problems with the Westerosi even if it eases situations in Essos. Ah, what the hell, I'll go for the middle of the road option.

>The adults have all but chosen their fate at this point, but you have a soft spot for the children. Free the two boys and take them on as apprentices while leaving the adults as they are. [Alchemist]


Btw, what's this about:
>I was considering seeking out a bed maid when we get to Lys as well
She doesn't mean a slave here, does she? Because we can keep the fiction going for the slaves on the ship who'll stay there and not enter the port, but bringing a slave to the house is another matter.
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>>4698162
>>You detest slavery as most Westerosi do. You will free them on the condition that they work off the debts of their purchasing price. [Healer]
if we start taking slaves it will reflect really poorly on our family, and will make dealing in Westeros much more difficult.
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>>4698162
>>You detest slavery as most Westerosi do. You will free them on the condition that they work off the debts of their purchasing price. [Healer]
Lets be practical. It doesn't set us on an anti-slavery crusade, we'll only help our own future employees.

Bet there will be a scene of some gross mistreatment where our companions will cause trouble but lets cross that bridge when we get there.
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>>4698162
>>You don’t see how their situation is much different than any other smallfolk. You will keep them the slaves as slaves and settle for simply treating them better. [Rogue]
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>>4698162
>>You detest slavery as most Westerosi do. You will free them on the condition that they work off the debts of their purchasing price. [Healer]
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>>4698542
Loyalty from those true. Good to have lots of swords on board though. Would add that pending repaying their debt and have proven true they are in indentured servitude, at appearances not freed men yet when in Lys.

That being said, how many voyages are we talking here to repay their purchase? If it’s full purchase price at deckhands wages would this be a lifetime?
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>>4698423
>...
Mostly just trying to show how the potion works.

>She doesn't mean a slave here, does she? Because we can keep the fiction going for the slaves on the ship who'll stay there and not enter the port, but bringing a slave to the house is another matter.

She's most likely talking about slaves because there are very few citizens who would perform those duties. There are also freedmen (former slaves or their children) who may jump at the opportunity to get out of there, though.

>>4698547
>That being said, how many voyages are we talking here to repay their purchase? If it’s full purchase price at deckhands wages would this be a lifetime?

They're semi-skilled laborers in a semi-dangerous profession, so the pay isn't that bad. If they were oarsmen rather than sailors, then they'd be completely in the hole, but these should be able to repay you in about 3-4 years.
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>>4698162
>You don’t see how their situation is much different than any other smallfolk. You will keep them the slaves as slaves and settle for simply treating them better. [Rogue]
I would like to be on the other side of slavery for once. Asoiaf quest characters are always anti-slavery. It would be quitr nice to have a fresh perspective from the other side.
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>>4698162
>You don’t see how their situation is much different than any other smallfolk. You will keep them the slaves as slaves and settle for simply treating them better. [Rogue]
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I'm seeing a tie right now. This is fairly important as I don't intend to revisit the issue barring outlier circumstances. It's meant to be an actual choice of his feelings on the subject rather than something situational.
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If it's a tie, I'll change this to Healer.

>>4698423
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>>4698162
>You don’t see how their situation is much different than any other smallfolk. You will keep them the slaves as slaves and settle for simply treating them better. [Rogue]

I agree with >>4699016

>>4698155
>Yvetta's image

Tristan confirmed gay
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Okay, still tied. I'm catching up on some prep right now, so this next part with the Free Cities gets the detail it deserves. Next post will be up tomorrow. I'm just going to leave this open until then.

I'm also playing around with possibly doing a POV shift to Terrence for the parts where it's mostly just going to be Aemelia doing all the talking anyway. At least to me, his parts have been a lot of fun so far. I'd like to give writing his POV a shot to see if it's worth writing more of him in the future.
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>>4699349

I'd love a Terrence POV.
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>>4698162
>You don’t see how their situation is much different than any other smallfolk. You will keep them the slaves as slaves and settle for simply treating them better. [Rogue]
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>>4699349
I don't like ties. I'll change >>4699165
>>4698423 to
>You don’t see how their situation is much different than any other smallfolk. You will keep them the slaves as slaves and settle for simply treating them better. [Rogue]
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You are Ser Terrence Westbridge, and you’re nearing your second week at sea. You departed Oldtown upon Tristan’s ship two days after your wedding. Since then, you’ve largely spent the time occupied with Yvetta.

“Right there,” she sighs. “Perfect.”

You glance back from your position at wheel to her sprawled out on the hammock she fastened across the poles of the small wooden platform under which the cog’s wheel is sheltered from the elements. Not that the elements have been unkind to you. The weather has been fairly pleasant for the season. Your brother gave a wandering explanation of warming winds sent up from the deep south seas and how that somehow explains the fair weather of the Arbor. It all seemed a touch fantastical to you, but he seemed rather earnest and he is half a maester, so you suppose you’ll take his word for it.

Yvetta had offered to act as an alternate pilot for the ship, a role she’s apparently filled before, until Tristan could hire on a more permanent pilot upon your arrival to the Free Cities. The… issue… of his crew brought dim prospect to his finding an honest pilot in Oldtown, so you conceded to your wife’s solution.

“Is there some way to lock this in place or must it be held?” you ask her of the wheel.

“There might be. Why? Are you looking to put those hands somewhere else?” she suggests.

“Perhaps…” you answer, a bit more distantly than you’d intended.

“You’re doing it again,” Yvetta says.

“Doing what?” you ask.

“Brooding. What? Am I boring you now? It only took a fortnight?” she teases. You stifle a smile. Even with your worries, this has been the best moon of your life and she knows it. She’s said much the same. The honor of breaking lances with Ser Oswell Whent, your new place amongst landed peerage, and Yvetta. Her more than anything else.

“I just… worry,” you admit with a glance towards the two… slaves tending the sails up ahead of your platform. Neither speak a word of the common tongue. Both have skin the color of tree bark with the oddest golden eyes. They seem contended enough, but still…

“I know. I don’t like it either. That’s what Tris has gotten into, though. They can’t go breaking every chain they come across lest they find themselves with no trade and debtors coming with chains of their own. That’s what Lady Aemelia said, yeah?” Yvetta says.

“She did…” you concede. Though you don’t place great trust in Lady Aemelia. You had the story of her house’s dishonor from your father. That sort of ignobility runs deep in the blood, as her embracing of slaving has all but confirmed. You worry your brother has made his bed, and now shares it, with those who will lead him down a corrupt path. You don’t count yourself a clever man, but you know there must have been better ways for your brother to deal with these slavers. He’s just been led astray.
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>>4700889
One might say much the same of you. You had the story of Yvetta’s part in your wayward brother’s missteps at sea… from both your father and Yvetta herself. Your father had thought it would dissuade you from her. He might’ve been right, but she had already told you of it on the night you left the tavern with her. She snuck you onto some small old ship in the dead of the night. Her own father’s ship, she claimed. She laid herself bare to you in every sense and you gave her your answer right there in the ship’s cabin. Whatever your father’s misgivings with her, you know your wife is a good woman and true. It’s just that she has a wild streak to her, but you happen to like that.

In the end, you bit down on your concerns for Tristan’s sake and repeated the excuses to your friends—your men. Coming from you, your good-sister’s words carried weight enough for them to swallow it. Upon your liege lord’s announcement of your landing, four of your close companions swore their swords to you. All four you’ve known since you were squires. All four you would trust with your life and they you. Ser Benjen Rivers, the Bastard of Honeytree. A knight of Bracken blood who earned his spurs alongside you. Ser Manfred Flowers, who is not a true bastard himself yet has the distinction of being the trueborn get of not one but two noble bastards. Strong, solid Ser Harry Bronston, the third son of the Knight of Bronston, a bannerman to your eldest cousin, Lady Joslynn Bulwer. And lastly, Ser Gwayne Gauthier, the most incorrigible by a wide margin, though likely your closest friend. All have accompanied you on this voyage. Unlike you, all four are bachelors and haven’t had the sort of companionship you’ve been privileged to in passing the time at sea. Lucky for them, you should be catching sight of Lys within the day.

Your brother has his own lady wife to hold his attentions, but he has always been one for learning. Of late, you’ve observed Tristan spending quite a bit of time…

>Learning the Lysene tongue so as to better understand them. (Lysene from 0 to 1) [Alchemist]
>Engaged in painstaking lessons of etiquette with his lady wife. (Persuasion from 2 to 3) [Healer]
>Getting on surprisingly well with your knightly companions as they went about their favored pastimes. (Fighting or Marksmanship to 3) [Rogue]
>Something else.

And which book has Tristan been immersing himself in?
>On the Anatomy of Women
>Foraging Guide of the Summer Isles
>A Comprehensive Accounting of the State of Vineyards, Nineteenth Edition
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>>4700891
>Engaged in painstaking lessons of etiquette with his lady wife. (Persuasion from 2 to 3) [Healer]
I'm torn between this and learning Lysene. But that dreadful opening charm roll with everyone we meet has me convinced that we need it more. We'll be introduced to quite a few people on this journey, I believe, and some might take more offence than others. Aemilia can handle the Lysene, I think.

>A Comprehensive Accounting of the State of Vineyards, Nineteenth Edition
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>>4700891
>Learning the Lysene tongue so as to better understand them. (Lysene from 0 to 1) [Alchemist]

>Foraging Guide of the Summer Isles
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>>4700891
>Learning the Lysene tongue so as to better understand them. (Lysene from 0 to 1) [Alchemi
We gotta know how to talk if we want to ask for something in specific

>On the Anatomy of Women
I am also torn between this and wine making
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Now that I think about it, do we really need to know lysene? Wife could handle the talks, since she is going to be considered more important than us once we are there, right?
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>>4700891
>Engaged in painstaking lessons of etiquette with his lady wife. (Persuasion from 2 to 3) [Healer]
>>4700904
True that.

>A Comprehensive Accounting of the State of Vineyards, Nineteenth Edition
Lets present ourselves most professional while making the argument for our new bubbly wine.
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>>4700891
>Learning the Lysene tongue so as to better understand them. (Lysene from 0 to 1) [Alchemist]
>On the Anatomy of Women
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>>4700891

>Learning the Lysene tongue so as to better understand them. (Lysene from 0 to 1) [Alchemist]

>On the Anatomy of Women
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>>4700998
I am changing my book choise to

>A Comprehensive Accounting of the State of Vineyards, Nineteenth Edition
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Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>4700891
>Engaged in painstaking lessons of etiquette with his lady wife. (Persuasion from 2 to 3) [Healer]
Rolling 1d100 for if the wife backstabs us in front of us (LOL) in Lyseni. Higher is worse for Tris.

>A Comprehensive Accounting of the State of Vineyards, Nineteenth Edition
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>>4700891
>>Learning the Lysene tongue so as to better understand them. (Lysene from 0 to 1) [Alchemist]
>>A Comprehensive Accounting of the State of Vineyards, Nineteenth Edition
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>>4700891
>Engaged in painstaking lessons of etiquette with his lady wife. (Persuasion from 2 to 3) [Healer]
>On the Anatomy of Women
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Of late, Tristan has taken to lugging around a massive, dusty tome. A detailed record of the winemaker’s arts, he says. He’s explained his scheme to you at length and yet it’s still lost on you in parts. Why bother spoiling good wine? It seems needlessly decadent if not outright wasteful. You’ve also taken note of your brother’s lessons in that strange, flowy tongue of his lady wife’s. He seems eager to learn it so to better converse with the learned men of Lys. Apparently, they hold a great deal of knowledge on his arts that even the Citadel does not. The notion makes you wary. Too much knowledge can be a dangerous thing. You hope he doesn’t fly to close to the torch with such men. But to speak of learning…

“Like as not, we will ride for our land upon our return,” you broach with Yvetta.

“Our land. I like that,” she smiles.

“You… have ridden before?” you ask.

“Course I have,” she quickly replies. You keep staring at her. “… on an ass, when I was younger,” she finally admits.

“That. Is not riding,” you frown. You’ll need to do something about that. You suspected as much. Her thighs are far too soft for an accustomed rider. Not that you mind them the way they are.

“I never had a horse…” Yvetta mutters. You ease off at that. She hadn’t had much of a childhood. Two weeks in a small cabin with her… well, it’s certainly not been boring. Beyond testing your stamina, Yvetta has told you just about her whole life story at this point. The woman can talk, but that’s fine with you. You like listening to her while you nod off.

“You’ll have one now. I’ll teach you to ride,” you promise.

“Will you?” she smiles. You start to wonder at her meaning…

“Are you two decent?” you hear a voice call from just below. Ser Gwayne without a doubt.

“We’re above deck…” you call back.



“Yes, we’re decent,” you finally respond to his silence.

He swings around and up the stairs with Ser Benjen in tow. “Benjen made me ask,” Ser Gwayne shrugs.

“Cause Ser Benjen isn’t the type to peek like another knight I might name,” Yvetta says.

“My lady knows me too well, though I already had my peek at the bedding. Fine peek as it was, my aim is on the Perfumed Sister now,” Ser Gwayne says.

“Not the Lady Aemelia, ser?” Ser Benjen asks him with a note of reproach.

“Your wit is as off as your aim, my friend,” Gwayne laughs.

“They call Lys the Perfumed Sister,” you tell Benjen. You’d heard Tristan say as much.

“And I don’t bed married women. A man must have some sort of code,” Gwayne adds.

Benjen snorts his thoughts on your friend’s notion of a code. “I seem to recall a near gelding,” he remarks.

“And what better reason to gain a code?” Gwayne quips. “Now are you going to feed the sea the rest of your arrows or not?” The two knights of the Riverlands are the archers of your group, though Gwayne is the better shot by half.
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>>4702558
“So that’s what has you both out so early,” you say. The sun is only just cresting the horizon. You and Yvetta took over for Tristan late in the night.

“I just like to see the sunrise is all,” Benjen says.

“You just like for less witnesses to your archery. Now it must be in front of Lady Yvetta, the Father’s penance for waking me,” Gwayne teases him.

“I’m not Lady Yvetta,” your wife reminds Gwayne.

“As you like,” your friend shrugs. “A courtesy. You are Lady Westbridge.”

They’re both right. You’re a landed and titled knight now, but you’re just barely on the right side of the saddle for noble peerage. You are the Knight of Westbridge and may be called Ser Terrence Westbridge. As for Yvetta… she is common born and came into this with no claim to title of her own. She is still just Yvetta, not Lady Yvetta, though she is also Lady Westbridge by her rights as your lady wife. The correct way to announce her would be “Yvetta, Lady Westbridge” or “Lady Westbridge” or even just “Yvetta,” though you might well take the last as a slight, doubtlessly so if it were in your presence.

As for your children, your own son and heir will be much the same as you are. For any other children you may have, that’s more up to them. They may take your name, but they won’t be “Lady This” or “Master That.” Those titles are for the get of lords and perhaps their grandchildren if they’re respected enough. You’ve heard of other lands playing their courtesies loosely and peppering them on just about any to boast a second name, but this is the Reach. Propriety and tradition matter here. You can’t say you much mind it that way. You hope it’ll keep your children honest if nothing else.

You’re distracted from your musing by your brother stepping onto the deck alongside his lady wife. Your companions’ hooting and yelling over their shoddy bobbing target in the sea may have woken them early. The slaves on deck are quick to straighten up and pay them submissive courtesies… mostly to your good-sister. Tristan hardly pays them note at all, instead questioning his wife on some foreign term he’d just heard.

“Your wheel!” Yvetta calls out to Tristan before you retire with her to the cabin. She pulls her dress over her head the moment the door is close. Yvetta doesn’t believe in smallclothes. And your hands are on her just like that, enjoying every bit of her. Beneath the sweat and salt from the sea and past her lavender scent, she even smells Dornish. Of cinnamon and pepper if you had to name it.

“You couldn’t wait for a proper bed,” she tosses back to you from the water basin afterwards.

“Two weeks at sea and I would still say this bed is cleaner than any in Lys,” you say.

“Might be,” she agrees. “Not that we know where we’re bedding down.”

“I had assumed Lady Aemelia’s kin had place for us,” you say.
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>>4702562
“Sure. If that’s what you want,” she answers with a coy look.

“What do you mean?” you frown.

“This is why I love you. You are my knight,” she sighs as she nuzzles into you. “No games with you, even with you so ruffled.”

You very nearly insist you’re not ruffled, but know you’d sound petulant, unbecoming. So you opt for silence.

“What do you intend with the coin?” Yvetta eventually asks. A familiar topic and one without true answer. As it was your duty, you’ve already spent some of it on outfitting your sworn swords in arms and armor becoming of Order knights.

That was your mandate by your liege lord of Westbrook. Lord Olymer Westbrook, ostensibly by the leave of Lord Arnold Oakheart and his liege of Tyrell, charged you to protect the Ocean Road with your knights, to keep the peace of Motherhouse of Edyth which lies close to your tower overlooking the Westbridge, and