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For today alone, I am trying out a new rule for this quest.
>Anyone who posts with a tripcode or a name will be ignored. If you wish for your contributions to the quest to be read, then you will post anonymously.
I might try this again in the future if it turns out to be successful in this thread. If it does not, I might scrap the idea.
But for today, please follow this rule.

Ready to roll sir!

Of course.

>>24846748
Yay another player!

>>24846748
>>24846577
All right. Two's a start. I hope we'll be able to grab the rest as we go along.

A collection of important characters, for those who like the little details:
>http://pastebin.com/PsCVnNnv

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Westpass. This is your land, your territory, your home. It's a harsh and unforgiving place, sparsely populated by evergreens and hardy shrubs. It's a steep valley filled with sudden falls, treacherous cliffs and unexpected gutters and furrows. Anyone who lives in this part of the Vale of Arryn quickly learns to walk softly and with great care.

Splitting Westpass in half is a great river just as unimaginatively named, the Westflow. Born from a great sheet of water that descends from the mountains, the small stream quickly transforms into a great raging current, with many muddy little rills and brooks contributing to its size. Despite the dangerous pace at which it flows, there are a few safe places where the river can be forded.

Clinging to the mountains on either side of the Westflow, the road for which the region is named winds and bends, a well-worn path of gravel and dirt that it is your duty to protect and maintain. One of the few routes in and out of the Vale, many merchants use the Westpass for their trade routes for a certain fee. To the North, the road leads to Strongsong. To the East, the road leads to Crown Crag.

Finally, there are the great structures of Westpass. The hub of civilisation is High Harrock, a grim and foreboding structure that brings comfort to the inhabitants of the region as the sole provider of protection, boasting an iron mine and great solid stone walls. Then there are the two towers that guard it; Skycliff built amongst the peaks and Wetrock built upon a solid stone foundation beside the Westflow.

But what about the people who live here? There are a few thousand smallfolk scattered throughout the land, in huts and hovels that dot the rocky landscape. It's a hard life but honest life, where they harvest and farm what they can, whenever they can. Some keep herds of hardy mountain goats for their meat and milk, while others farm lettuces, berries and edible ferns.

This is your land and these are your people. Treat them well.

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>>24846833
>MONTH 3, DAY 10

Waking up while the sky is still dark and preparing yourself for the day ahead, you find that your hosts are used to life at a slow and leisurely pace. By the time they are ready to leave, the sun has already risen beyond the horizon and the surreal light of dawn has faded into morning. Sharing a brief glance between your wife and your son, you decide not to mention their sloth and join them on the ride to their port town.

The journey is a quick and expedient one, with much casual chatter between yourself and the foppish Lord Egen. Off to the side you manage to catch sight of Brock chattering with Lorenna, asking about the various animals she owns and all the different dreams she has. The lass doesn't seem that interested in your son but at least she's answering his questions. He's doing a good job of pretending to be interested.

After half an hour travelling along a down-hill road, you arrive at the nameless harbour. Only a dozen scattered buildings and a crude wharf, it's hardly in an impressive state. Fortunately, the quay is being reinforced by strong stone cut in a highly decorative design and new structures are being built from the same material. Wherever your artisan Yeorg is, he's doing good work.

Is there anything you wish to do or discuss before taking a boat to Grimarbour?

>>24846841
Not really, I think we're ready to sail.

>>24846485
Stupid question time: If you post with a name and trip, do we ignore you?

Just wondering.

I believe we're ready to sail, captain.

>>24846460
I'm in, Plasma, no boffering for me today.

>>24846867
First butthurt tripfag detected.

>>24846867
Preferably not, otherwise this thread gets nowhere.

>>24846841


Ask him if trade has been picking up or if he's gotten word of anyone that is excited about his fancy new port.
Of course, this could be discussed while actually sailing.

>>24846884
>>24846859
Boarding one of the two galleys that are docked, you have the servants bring aboard the armour and the horses that you intend to use for the tournament. By your reckoning in the belly of the vessel, it is an hour before you arrive at you destination. While the two harbours are not separated by a great distance, the galley is travelling against the river's flow and the winds are lacking, forcing the rowers to struggle against the current.

Once the agonisingly slow journey has finally come to an end, you disembark on the magnificent island of Grimarbour. Surrounded by a ring of piers and wharfs, there isn't an inch of the harbour that hasn't been used to construct homes, storage houses or brothels. The bustling streets are filled with merchants selling their wares and sailors carrying cargo to their vessels and row upon row of rickety wooden buildings are crammed together, some of them leaning crazily over the alleyways as though they're about to topple on top of you.

Thankfully, the crowd and the streets become less dense as your armed escort leads you through the throngs of smallfolk towards the heart of the island. Where the market would usually be erected, a jousting tilt is arranged in its stead, surrounded by a barrier to hold back the filthy masses and with seating for the nobility in attendance. Many lords and ladies are already milling about and chattering, some armed and armoured while others are not. The event is yet to begin.

The leader of the guards who had escorted you speaks, face concealed by a sallet.

“Welcome to the Tourney of Lord Benedar Belmore, m'lord. Is there anyone you would like me to introduce you to or shall I take you to your seat?”

>>24847036
Directly to our seats guys? I'm really excited to start this so I'm trying to skip as much to the battles so you say if you wanna do anything else.

>>24847036


Should we go see Bronze Yohn?

>>24847105
Oh yeah, that's a good one, we surely should talk and apologize about our fuck-up in person.

>>24847094


Mayhaps soon we shall have myriad and divers goods which will bring traders flocking to your ports.

>>24847116


He'll probably want to do the talking in private, but we should at least let him know that we are here, and we aren't afraid to answer for waht we did.

>>24846929
>>24847135
During the journey, Lord Egen spoke to you.

"Only those that do not wish to deal with House Belmore, those who are denied access to Grimarbour or those who are specifically trading with me. I'm afraid that my house cannot afford the same low taxes that Lord Benedar can, which puts my house in quite the predicament. Still, it is better than relying entirely on Benedar's generosity."

>>24847157
Totally agreed.

>>24846460
Holy shit. I thought it was postponed to Friday? I am lucky

>>24847351


Nope, special session in honor of Woden's Day. Also, >>24846485 you might wanna drop the trip.

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>>24847116
>>24847157
>>24847105
Lord Yohn Royce is easy to find, laughing boisterously and bantering in a friendly way with a young man with similar features and a lord that you do not recognise. He's a burly giant of a man, clad in armour inscribed with bronze runes. With a heavy mane and beard of greying hair and thick bushy eyebrows, he's an imposing figure despite his age and his gregarious nature. Spotting your approach and turning to face you, Bronze Yohn lets a broad smile spread across his face.

"Artys! Glad you could make it, it's good to see a lord of Harrock involving himself in the greater affairs of the Vale! I hope you are competing in the tournament? There's nothing quite like earning glory in your family's name! Allow me to introduce you to my boy Andar and my bannerman, Royce Coldwater."

Andar has much in common with his father, only a few inches shorter and a few more broader, with thick brown hair rather than grey, clad in similar bronze armour and only a few years older than your own boy. He greets you with a cheerful grin and a bow of his head. As for Royce, he's a tall and slim figure covered with muscle and scarred skin, square-faced and clean-shaven with a head of wiry black hair. A grim and serious fellow that has likely seen many battles who offers you a deep and formal bow as a greeting, no words exchanged.

"So Artys, what can I do for you this fine day?"

>>24847165


Hey, low taxes are low tactics sometimes. Also, I meant for >>24847135 to be in quotes as a reply to Loras.

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>>24847452
Have a better coat of arms, while we're at it.

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>>24847496
>>24847452
And a third.

>They blazon their arms with a shower of pebbles on an orange field and their motto, is "We Remember".

>>24847452


Definitely thank him again both for the supplies and for Corbray, as both of them made quelling the Milk Snakes a much less bloody affair- and our boy is making leaps and bounds in his training. Apologize for our mishandling of "that affair." Ask him if there are any deeds that he or Lord Arryn need doing, we are more than willing to help our liege lords.

>>24847452
"We've simply come to make your acquaintance as we've only just arrived."

I'd rather not discuss our little mishap until he decides to mention it first. He might not appreciate it in front of his son.

>>24847581
Agreed, thanks are in order.

>>24847625
>>24847587
>>24847581
"You're welcome. Lyn is a good knight, he deserves more than to be cooped up in the Eyrie to rust and wither. The lad needs something to occupy himself, a way of honing himself. He should do well enough in your service although I might need him at another part of the Vale soon enough. I'm just glad to hear you've managed to deal with the Clansman - as for your mistakes, we can speak of those once the tournament has come to an end. This is a day to prove ourselves, not to mull over the past. Learn to enjoy the day, Artys! Take your mind off of the world and just think in the moment."

>>24846485
Why?

>>24847581
>>24847587


Alright, combine mine and yours, minus the "affair" part? While trying not to come off as sycophantic.

>>24847755
>This is a day to prove ourselves

Did we actually appointed ourselves as in Artys in the joust? Because if not we're gonna look like fucking faggots in front of Yohnny Macaroni

>>24847755
Thank him again and go to prepare for the tourney. Also take a quick look to our wife and daughter to see what they are up to. The girl needs to be look pretty if she is to draw some attention.

>>24847755
I will, my lord. I wish you the joy of the day.

>>24847764


As an educated guess, there are several reasons. Some people feel slighted by the use of tripcodes on an anonymous image board, some feel it turns threads into a "trip club" atmosphere where anon voices aren't taken as seriously or are peer pressured by the tripfags who know each other into taking other tripfags suggestions.

Every thread had at least a few vocal anti-trippers and I'm guessing there were more in the quest thread generals lately.

>>24847849
Stop discussing it, focus on the game.

>>24847797
Yeah, Artys is in the joust along with Ser Morys.

>>24847755
Thank him again. Now we should go on ahead to our seats if we're not competing soon.

>>24847879
Oh thank god, if not we were gonna have so much shit.

>>24847849
That's probably it.
>>24847860
We were just about to, you mongoloid. Nothing wrong with answering a question.

>>24847879


Agreed, though we should see if we can find lord...Bandic? Was that his name? Try and chum it up with him a bit.

>>24847860
okay.jpg

>>24847808
>>24847803
>>24847797
Deyya has already busied herself with socialising, eager to get away from the Lady Melicia. She doesn't seem fond of Lord Egen's wife, whether it's due to her lack of Westerosi manners or her inability to speak the Common Tongue properly. Instead she is with Little Katrin, speaking with a tall and lean man with bloody red hair, too vivid and vibrant to be natural. Beside him is a beautiful woman, voluptuous and ever-smiling with bright blue eyes and silver hair although she never seems to speak. With the duo are two infants, both sharing her unique appearance.
Meanwhile, your son is sat with the Egens, quietly chattering with the young lady Lorenna and busying himself speaking with her as the melee isn't taking place today. At least he's doing something vaguely useful with his time.

You head off to prepare for the joust with your sworn sword, Ser Morys. With the aid of your servants you don the weathered and aged half-plate of your house, complete with surcoats carrying the two towers. During this period of preparation, you manage to read the matches of the day.

>>24847968
OH SHIT it's happening!

>>24847899
>you mongoloid

Now now gents, this is no time for bickering, we have a Belmore to topple! Or were you just complimenting his abilities as a mounted archer?

>>24847968
>bloody red hair, too vivid and vibrant to be natural

Oh shit, is she already chumming up the Bandics, good for her.

Who are we to face today?

>>24847987
Well, not exactly. But yes, Belmore is the important thing. To the lists!

>>24848016
>>24847983
>>24848041
>Ser Lalyn, Sworn to House Hardyng shall ride against Ser Symond, Sworn to House Sunderland.
>Lord Yohn of House Royce shall ride against Ser Osney, Sworn to House Pryor.
>Ser Banton, Sworn to No House shall ride against Lord Royce of House Coldwater.
>Ser Morys, Sworn to House Harrock shall ride against Ser Boyn, Sworn to House Coldwater.
>Ser Cador of House Belmore shall ride against Ser Donnel of House Waynwood.
>Ser Elys, Sworn to House Saul shall ride against Ser Crabnot, Sworn to No House.
>Lady Delayis, Sworn to No House shall ride against Ser Andar of House Royce.
>Lord Palfrey of House Badics shall ride against Ser Artly, Sworn to House Belmore.

>Lord Artys of House Harrock shall ride against Lord Lyonel of House Corbray.
>Ser Jalraeys, Sworn to House Badics shall ride against Ser Marwyn of House Belmore.
>Lord Jon of House Lynderly shall ride against Lady Kaya, Sworn to House Hardyng.
>Ser Byllabyr, Sworn to House Wydman shall ride against Ser Samyl, Sworn to House Royce.
>Ser Naptys, Sworn to No House shall ride against Ser Lyn of House Corbray.
>Ser Maladras, Sworn to No House shall ride against Ser Ronys, Sworn to House Belmore.
>Ser Dalyn, Sworn to House Lynderly shall ride against Ser Yondagryn, Sworn to House Hersy.
>Ser Crowlys, Sworn to House Egen shall ride against Ser Grys, Sworn to House Coldwater.

>>24848090
BOOM. We can topple that pedophile's brother!

>>24848090
Aglarbglragg I'm excited!

>>24848090
In addition to your own match and Ser Morys' match, you can choose to watch up to four of these matches in explicit detail because writing out each of them would take the next ten sessions to finish this tournament and no more. You will still receive the results for the other matches but not the specific details.

Which of these matches are you most interested in observing?

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You guy might be interested into knowing that I named the new server after house Harrock

>>24848090
Let's show our son what a Harrock can do to a Corbray!

Also, are we trying to pick up a new knight at this tourney?

>>24848090


So if we embarrass his brother, will Lyn like us more?

>>24848151
I say dont bother with it. Only the Lyn's match perhaps. The results will be just fine.

>>24848151
Ser Naptys vs Ser Lyn
Lord Yohn vs Ser Osney
Lady Delayis vs Ser Andar
Ser Crowlys vs Ser Grys.

(The last one was a random, the others are intredasting).

>>24848176
Sounds good.

>>24848151
I'd like to see Ser Crowlys's match and Ser Lyn's match at least. Lady Delayis against Ser Andar might be interesting, too.

>>24848151


I vote Lord Yohn, if only for conversation later, Ser Cador to better know our enemy, Palfrey to know both enemy and potential friend, and Lady Delayis, for the novelty and possible recruitment.

>>24848154


Sweet shit.

>>24848151

I think we should also observe the matches of Lady Delayis and Lady Kaya. Ladies jousting isnt something you see every day. See if we can hear something about that.

Question are you rolling everyone's joust, or have you decided who beats who?

>>24848154
Hell yes.
>>24848176
>>24848181
>>24848201
>>24848224
>>24848272
>Ser Naptys, Sworn to No House shall ride against Ser Lyn of House Corbray.
>Ser Crowlys, Sworn to House Egen shall ride against Ser Grys, Sworn to House Coldwater.
>Lord Yohn of House Royce shall ride against Ser Osney, Sworn to House Pryor.
>Lady Delayis, Sworn to No House shall ride against Ser Andar of House Royce.

Is this agreed?

>>24848304
I'm cool with that.

>>24848304
noice

>>24848304
sure

>>24848304
Works for me.

>>24848304


I can get down with that.

>>24848298
Everything has been pre-rolled. Only your matches shall be rolled.

>>24848304

And Lady Kaya match.

>>24848354


We don't have the slots, man.

>>24848416
Not enough sockets.

>>24848435


I like the way this is starting to sound.

Should we be doing some pre-match praying? I can't remember how religious Artys is.

>>24848466
I'm sacrificing a lamb in the honor of the dice-gods.

>>24848466
good idea. Let's pray to the Warrior to grant us strength.

>>24848319
>>24848322
>>24848332
>>24848337
>>24848339
The pleasant chatter and conversation is interesting the loud, thunderous tolling of a bell, followed by another - and then another, each of a different tone. You can count five bells ringing in unison throughout the island and filling the air with musical cacophony. It's difficult to hear yourself think over all of the ringing metal but you quickly decipher the purpose.

Riding in atop fine destriers are five men in armour. An elderly fellow with a long and masterfully groomed moustache, a youthful and handsome lad with freckled skin and ginger hair, a bored looking man with a large jaw and bleak, dead eyes and a terrifying mountain of muscle complete with bushy black hair and beard. Between these four knights is Lord Benedar Belmore himself, a man of great proportions, besting even your son in girth. With a fiery ginger beard and mane, he somehow manages to conjure an air of regal grace about himself. Perhaps it is the plate-mail that he and his knights all wear, coated in shining decorative silver ornaments and bells that ring with every step the horses take. Once they arrive before the assembled nobility, each of the five knights of Belmore dismount and allow servants to hurriedly take the horses aside. The tolling of the great bells throughout Grimarbour comes to an end and Benedar opens his mouth, his booming voice filled with pride and carrying itself throughout the square.

"Welcome each and every one of you to the tournament of Grimarbour! This week we shall retire from our hard labour and our duty to show our prowess and our honour, to gain glory and fame for our houses! My thanks and prayers go to Lord Jon Arryn, Hand of the King and King Robert Baratheon himself for ushering in an era of prosperity such as this! Without such great men to lead us, we would not be able to host this fine competition. But I have spoken enough! Let the contest begin and may the best man seize the day!"

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>>24848582

With a bow almost deep enough to leave him tottering for balance, Lord Benedar spends a moment to appreciate the polite applause before he strides towards the sidelines, where he takes his seat and is stripped of the gaudy, decorative armour he is wearing.

Do you join in the applause and is there anything else you wish to do before the competition begins in earnest? This is the last chance.

>>24848591
Let's get a token of affection from our wife before we ride, that'd be a nice detail.

>>24848638
agreed.

>>24848638


Thirded

If there are any hot wenches hereabouts, watch out, 'cause YOU GONNA GET CROWNED QUEEN OF LOVE AND BEAUTY

>>24848591
No applause. We don't need to contribute to Lord Benedar's ego.
Let the tourney commence!

>>24848757
You mean, our wife?

>>24848825
You tell me. Has she been cool lately?

>>24848638
>>24848690
>>24848702
>>24848523
>>24848466
Murmuring a quiet prayer to the Warrior to grant you strength, you venture over to where your wife is sitting and request a token of her favour. Her reaction is a wide-eyed one and one of surprise; Deyya is a woman still not used to your affection after years of frigid silence between the tw of you. But with a smile that warms your heart and the spring air of the Vale, she offers a scarf of Myrish lace, one of her more prized possessions and one that she has owned since her days in White Harbour. Touching, in its own way.

Returning to where the other knights vigilantly stand and await their participation, you settle to wait for your moment in the spotlight and watch the other knights as they perform.

>>24848860


Aww yeah, here we go!

>>24848860
Who's doing really well? Is this a single elimination kind of thing, or are there Swiss rounds?

>>24848860
Gentleman, clench your buttcheeks, we're going in dry.

>>24848851
Yeah, we've been getting the sexy times.

Awww yuussss, it's Hangman time.

I know this is off-topic from the tourney, but a couple of sessions we mentioned getting our mason Yeorg to build a memorial dedicated to our fallen soldiers.

>Defiant clean-shaven man armed with halberd guarding a child and woman with babe-in-arms
"Until the Last Ridge"
Engraved herein are the names of the brave souls who have fought and died in the defence of Westpass and its people. Let none doubt their courage or the rightness of their cause.

>Call it the Sentinel
>Get a Septon to bless it
>Soldiers old/new reaffirm their oaths of service to us under its shadow

The soldiers will love us for it, and it will remind the smallfolk that we are the ones protecting them. If we pull it off right, our men will be that much more fearless in their service for getting their name enscribed to be an honour.

>>24849173
>or the rightness of their cause

The last bit might be a bit wordy, but it does implicitly carry the message that any cause our soldiers die for is one the people should be supporting wholeheartedly.

>>24849173
You should keep that proposal in mind to whenever we get back to our home, but right now we're tourneying so... yeah.

>>24849173


I liked it before, love it now.

Could we also get some sort of gallow carved into a cliff face somewhere along the valley? Could be purely decorative or quite functional.

>>24848860
Ser Lalyn, Sworn to House Hardyng defeats Ser Symond of House Sunderland and advances to the next stage.

Bronze Yohn rides against Ser Osney, Sworn to House Pryor, a little known knight from Pebble. The man seems like a reasonable knight; he's fit and healthy and strong and he rides with skill and finesse, yet he does not match Lord Yohn Royce in any respect. The Castellan of the Vale is a fitter man, a stronger fighter and a better rider even in his old age, besting Ser Osney at every turn. When they first meet, the knight of House Pryor shatters his land against the lord's shield only to receive a blow straight to his chest, knocking him clean off his horse. Struggling to his feet, the humiliating knight manages to clamber back on to his steed to ride again, limping as he goes. The second round is little better. Although he manages to score a clean hit, Bronze Yohn barely budges in his saddle while he easily dismounts Ser Osney a second time. This time the knight doesn't get up, lying on the floor in shambles. Attendants and servants of House Belmore rush out from the sidelines to check the knight's health, carrying him away to tend to any injuries he may have injured. Dismounting and sparing no time to celebrate his victory, Bronze Yohn leaves to check on the fellow's health.

Ser Banton, Sworn to No House defeats Lord Royce of House Coldwater and advances to the next stage.

>>24849261
I think our 'Hangman' persona is really something for the smallfolk to recognise us by. All well and good to cultivate the tales and reputation, but probably not appropriate for higher Lords and Ladies to see such striking evidence of us embracing our grisly side.

>>24849173
>>24849211
Whatever, most of our men can't read anyway. What are we making this out of? Stone will be hard to carve a halberd out of without snapping it into pieces, and bronze will probably be fucking expensive.

>>24849312
Stone statue, bronze Halberd?

>>24849285
Keep an eye on this hotshot hedge knight. If we beat him, it's likely he won't be able to ransom back his armor and horse, so we should be able to coax some service out of him.

>>24849312
Eh, word will get around from our castle servants to the smallfolk.

As for the cost, I'm sure Plasma said it'd be free if we were making our artisan work on it. After all, the guy is refurbishing the entirety of House Egen's port.

Btw, how yummy does Grimarbour look? It's out of our reach for now, but give us time...

btw there are still the hides left unused. I propose to make them a nice Vale map.

>>24849308


It's our law-enforcing, keeping everything safe side. Although that never really worked for Stannis, so you may have a point.

>>24849312
Probably stone with bits of bronze, although I hear Marble can be worked rather well.

>>24849285
Ser Morys strikes a regal figure in the half-plate - it's difficult to tell his true age at all once he dons the helmet, riding as proudly and expertly as any youthful knight would. His opponent is Ser Boyn, a broad and brawny man who seems like a good rider but wields his lance with little finesse, letting it waver in the air before him as he rides. This time around, the contest seems a little fairer. The first round results in the Coldwater knight's lance shattering against the shield of Ser Morys, who delivers a strong blow against Boyn's chest. Although he wavers and sways, the knight doesn't quite fall. The second round follows a similar pattern and when the third finally arrives, the cumulative blows have taken their toll and Ser Boyn descends from his saddle, slumping against the earth. After a few moments, he manages to clamber back to his feet but your sworn sword has won this fight.

Ser Cador of House Belmore defeats Ser Donnel of House Waynwood and advances to the next stage.

Ser Ely, Sworn to House Saul is defeated by Ser Crabnot, Sworn to No House who advances to the next round.

>>24849285


Ouch, looks like Lord Yohn is the real deal. I really hope we don't draw his lot.

>>24849285
Oh Lordie, you guys remember what happened to Karban in his joust?

>>24849426


Good on ya, Morys!

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>>24849426
nice!

>>24849426
Fuck yes Morys!

>>24849444
"I swear my Lord, I flew from the saddle AFTER you hit me!"

>>24849461


Yeah, he beat Robert Baratheon.

And almost had his face taken off.

>>24849426
That's what I like to see

>>24849426
There's a lot of murmuring about the next match, this 'Lady Delayis.' A few of the more foul-mouthed call her a maimed whore who thinks a scar makes her a good fighter. There's even a few filthy rumours that she laid with a member of House Belmore for their endorsement. It is true that she rides on a Belmore steed and in Belmore armour, definitely a sign of their support but that is no reason to make such foul assumptions. As for who she is riding against, it is the proud heir of House Royce, Andar. Armed in bronze armour covered in runes, it is said that while a Royce wears such metal he cannot be harmed. The first round is a shocking one. Both are skilled horsemen yet the sheer aggression of the woman-knight knocks the Royce square in the chest, while his lance shatters on her shield. He is lifted from his saddle and slammed into the earth, resulting in some laughter and a few murmurs - why is the woman so aggressive and reckless in her riding? Something to prove, perhaps? Clambering back on to his horse, Ser Andar rides again and this time strikes a true blow - but so does his rival. The hedge knight and the son of Yohn are both sent to the earth in heaps, given a few moments to recover. The third and final round reflects the first. Riding forth like a madwoman, this Lady Delayis smashes her lance straight into the chest of the Royce heir and sends him out of his saddle for a third time. Winning against one of the finer knights that the Vale has to offer, the hedge knight dismounts and stalks off to the sidelines without casting a single glance at Ser Andar. Many murmurings and mutterings can be heard amongst both the smallfolk and the nobility, even a few jeers towards both her and Andar. It takes a while for the atmosphere to calm enough for the next contestants.

Lord Palfrey of House Badics is defeated by Ser Artly, Sworn to House Belmore who advances to the next stage.

Eight have lost and eight have won. Sixteen remain.

Now it's your turn.

>>24849651
Before anyone says anything:

1) I love you guys and have enjoyed this quest while it lasted.

2) Lady Delayis is probably not what we're looking for in a sworn sword.

>>24849651
Oh shit, we're riding now. Please don't fuck up please don't fuck up pleasepleaseplease

>>24849651


Maybe she's on her period.

Wow though, sounds like one tough lady. Too bad that Belmore has her sponsored, though.

Rolled 5, 3, 3 = 11

>>24849713


You might be right.

Also, don't mind me, just practicing mah dicing.

>>24849758
>>24849731
>>24849717
>>24849713
Clambering upon one of House Harrock's rounceys with the aid of the servant, you seize a lance and ride out to your side of the tilt. You can feel hundreds of eyes on you. Judging, watchful eyes, some filled with admiration and respect while others looking at you as just another piece in their game. Suddenly your armour feels a lot heavier and a lot hotter with all of this pressure weighing down on your shoulders, uncertainty wracking your mind and your body.

On the opposite side of the tilt is Lord Lyonel of House Corbray, riding upon a noble destrier and wearing a clean and crisp surcoat, with three crows each clutching a heart against a field of white. His armour is clean and newly forged. In comparison to this lord, you feel old. An old man in old armour with old tricks. Perhaps that might be enough to carry you through against this rival lord.

>LORD ARTYS 'HANGMAN' HARROCK
>Health 6
>Combat Defence 9
>Damage 6
>Roll to Hit 4D

>>24849651
We might want to find out what is up with her, and what is with the Belmore involvement.

Discreetly.

Also, does anyone know what Ser Osney looks like?

Rolled 3, 5, 3, 3 = 14

>>24849917
'ere we go

Rolled 1, 6, 1, 4 = 12

>>24849917
Ohgodohdogohgod

Rolled 4, 5, 5, 2 = 16

>>24849917
I really don't want to roll, but fuck it.

>>24849987
>>24849983
>>24849977
Hold your horses.

First, we need to choose how we're riding.

>Aggressive
Increases your chance of hitting, makes you easier to hit.
>Braced
Makes it easier to stay mounted, makes it harder to hit.
>Defensive
Makes you harder to hit, makes it harder to hit.
>Eyes Fixed
Increases your chance of hitting, makes you easier to hurt - and injure.
>High in Saddle
Increases your chance of hitting, makes it more difficult for you to stay in your saddle.

Or, you can ride normally.

Your choice.

>>24850062
I vote for high in saddle

>>24850062
I vote on normally.

>>24850062
Defensive

It worked for us in battle, it should work for us now.

>>24850121
Seconded.

>>24850121

I vote defensive

>>24850062
Braced.

It's kinda our style, I guess.

>>24850062
certainly defensive

>>24849651
That sounds like there's a story behind the lady. We should find out more when we can

Rolled 5, 5, 2 = 12

>>24850062
>>24850121
>>24850138
>>24850166


let's start defensive, see how he's riding and change if we need to.

>>24850202
I'm all for that roll.

>>24850213
>inb4 denied because he rolled before asked.

>>24850138
>>24850130
>>24850121
>>24850101
>>24850099
>>24850166
Angling your body and your shield carefully, the profile of your body becomes much smaller and your become more difficult to hit. However, it's difficult to hold your lance properly in this position. You notice it wavering this way and that, waggling in the air in front of you. Suddenly, a colourful flag is waved ahead of you and before you know what you're doing, you're spurring your horse into action and charging ahead. You see the shining knight that is Lord Lyonel Corbray rushing towards you. In a few moments, the first round shall be decided. You hold your breath and aim true.

>Every Jousting attack counts as a charge. This modifies your attack roll by -1D but modifies your damage by +2.
>Roll 3D-2. I shall accept the THIRD ROLL.

Rolled 1, 5, 3 + 2 = 11

>>24850236
Let's do this.

>>24850248
(I put minus I swear)

Rolled 1, 6, 3 + 2 = 12

>>24850236
Please bless us, Seven, and let us hit true.

>>24850213
>>24850231

Whups, left mah dice on.

Rolled 1, 6, 2 + 2 = 11

>>24850236
Allahu-Seven Ackbar!

Rolled 5, 3, 1 + 2 = 11

Come on...

>>24850254
I know. I forget that the minus doesn't work for /tg/ dice.

>>24850248
>>24850255
>>24850266
Aw, fuck.

>>24850266
7 Yikes

Rolled 5, 6, 5 + 2 = 18

>>24850236


PLease dice gods, deliver us from danger

>>24850287
FUCK

>>24850269
>>24850266
Urg, only a 7. I don't think we hit, unless he isn't very good.

Next time, eyes fixed, I think. We should look him dead in the eye, unnerve him.

>>24850287
Seriously.

Rolled 5, 2, 6 + 2 = 15

>>24850266
>Seven

Ouch, good job calling that one.

>>24850287
The Seven damn it!

>>24850298
I agree with eyes fixed, if we even get that chance.

>>24850319
Let's see how he rides first.

>>24849944

I'm all for the joust and glory it could bring but I'm with this guy in regards to the lady knight. As well as the Hedgeknight from earlier. As a lord we have other things to consider when at such affairs, perhaps make mention of our interest to our squire, those rascals always talk to each other.

I certainly hope we end up in a tilt against either.

>>24850319
He'll need 11 to hit us, so it's not a done thing yet.

>>24850354
Actually, who is our squire?

>>24850381

I'm relatively new to this quest so I had assumed we had one and had a name for him.

Perhaps something of note worth asking.

>>24850266
>1 + 6 + 2 = 9
>9 - 2 = 7

Averting your eyes at the very last movement to avoid getting a face full of sharp wooden splinters, you feel something give way and at the same time you find yourself jolting backwards. Two vicious cracks filling the air and matter goes flying in every direction as both lances shatter in a magnificent shower of wood. Charging past your opponent, you slow your rouncey and cast the ruined lance down to a servant for disposal while another immediately hoists another into your hand. In a matter of seconds you find yourself positioning your rouncey, readying yourself for another charge.
>>24850319
>>24850298
>>24850339
Do you wish to change your stance before your second charge?

Rolled 1, 4, 1 + 2 = 8

>>24850406


We do not have a squire. Our son is squiring under Ser Morys and Ser Lyn.

>>24850406
>>24850381
You do not have a squire of your own.
You have a son, who is the squire of Ser Morys but is currently being trained by Ser Lyn because, well, Ser Morys did a poor job of keeping the boy in line.

>>24850406
I honestly don't think we have one, we probably had a servant put on our armour. If we do have one we haven't been paying much attention to him at all.

>>24850421
>Eyes fixed

Shit's getting real.

>>24850444
Correct. I apologise for not mentioning specific details.

>>24850421

Let's keep it defensive for now.

>>24850421
Eye's fixed, let's get the bastard.

>>24850435
>>24850436

Oh. Well perhaps a thought for a later time. Acquiring one might help put old thoughts to rest and heal old wounds of past transgressions. Something to remember.

>>24850479
>>24850456
Now the /tg/ dice kill us.

>>24850494
Nah, we get to decide how we take the damage, anon - whether as knocks on our health, or as injuries or wounds.

>>24850479
Seconded. The Seven preserve us!

>>24850528
We'll still die, somehow the /tg/ dice will find us and murder every one of us and our close relatives. You can't escape the will of the /tg/ dice.

>>24850485


I'm not even sure we're a knight.

>>24850556
You are.

I need to update the information for this quest at some point, make it more informative.

>>24850479
>>24850465
>>24850456
>>24850530
>Eyes Fixed

Normally, a knight turns his head away from the impact to prevent himself from getting a helmet full of splinters. Not you. You're going to make sure you score a true hit and knock the bastard straight out of his saddle and you will staring into his very eyes the moment you do it.
A flag waves.
You spur the noble rouncey onwards, sending it galloping for his dear life.
Lord Lyonel Corbray comes charge towards you at a similar pace, riding high in his saddle.

>Roll 3d6+2. I will accept the SECOND ROLL.

>>24849173

On that, even further back we mentioned the possibility of starting our own knight order.

What about "the Second Sons" as an idea?

In lordly terms, the second sons were always going to be the best warriors and commanders. The sword to the firstborn's shield, if you will. To the smallfolk who would want to join as men at arms, these secondborn would never inherit

>>24850547
In which case we would have died regardless, and there is no shame in that.

>>24850570
You could perhaps put some of the info on a 1d4chan wiki page - I'm sure some of us would help.

Rolled 4, 2, 2 + 2 = 10

>>24850587
I'm scared.

Rolled 4, 6, 5 + 2 = 17

>>24850587

Rolled 3, 5, 6 + 2 = 16

>>24850587
Come on you bastards, roll good for us!

>>24850615
NICE

>>24850615
Yesssss. You're welcome, folks.

>>24850615
OH FUCK WE KILLED HIM GG NO RE

>>24850615
GTA MOTHERFUCKER, 10 POINTS!

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>>24850589
The problem is right now we lack the sort of politcal clout and resources to start up our own order.

>>24850615
Let our lance penetrate him even deeper than our hangman's gaze.

>>24850615

Neat.

>>24850556
>>24850570

I believe lords can have squires as well, assuming the position our Lord is in as a current military mind I would assume this further. Regardless we are a night and capable of having a squire. The obtaining of such would be most interesting, perhaps following the melee such an acquisition would be possible. Assuming we have the respect from at least a few tourney wins and our past war against the mountain clans to back it up.

>>24850615
>4 + 6 + 5 = 15
>15 + 2 = 17

You see it happen. You don't dare look away. Your lance smashes straight into the lord's chest and you see him reeling in his saddle, perhaps even flying straight out of it thanks to his posture. However, you also see his lance as it glides in past your shield and provides you with a face full of splinters, flying through the visor of your helmet and scratching against your face. For a precious moment, you are blind.

>You take 10 damage.
>Your half-plate armour soaks 9 damage.
>You have 5 Health remaining.
>Roll 3d6. I will accept the SECOND ROLL.

>>24850666
>>24850589


Yeah, we need to expand our own regular military a bit still, and a knightly order would probably want to be cavalry. Cavalry sucks in the Mountains of the Moon

Rolled 3, 2, 4 = 9

>>24850732

Rolled 3, 4, 6 = 13

>>24850732

Rolled 2, 5, 6 = 13

>>24850732

Rolled 5, 4, 4 = 13

>>24850732
It's HAPPENING!

>>24850751
>>24850752
>>24850757
Fuck yeah! Eat a dick man, we ain't leaving this saddle.

Rolled 5, 1, 4 = 10

>>24850732
Ohgods.png

>>24850751
Noice.

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>>24850752
>>24850751
Da fuq

>>24850779
We get a steady influx of timelords in /tg/, didn't you know?

>>24850751
... and you lurch back forward, clutching your beloved steed for dear life, legs clamped down desperately on either side. As the splinters slide down the inside of your visor, vision returns to you and you circle about. Unfortunately, it seems that Lord Lyonel Corbray remained in his saddle as well despite his posture - perhaps he is a better knight than the rumours give him credit. Still, you struck him true and your lance is intact, while he broke his lance against your breastplate.

>Lord Artys: A miss and a two-degree, two points.
>Lord Lyonel: A miss and a one-degree, one point.

You are ahead, but this final round might change everything. As the good lord drops his ruined lance and seizes another, you prepare for the third charge.

>Do you wish for a change in tactics at all before your final charge?

>>24850850
We need to high in saddle guys

>>24850874
Acknowledged. I apologise for the repost.

>>24850874
I think defence. At this rate we're ahead...so a double miss gives us the win (and will leave us in good health for future jousts (in the event health carries over).

>>24850850
>Eyes fixed
At him again!

Damn, I have to go to class now. Don't die on me guys!

>>24850878
Eyes Fixed once more - let's beat this guy.

>>24850891
We're behind, he broke his lance and we didn't.

>>24850891
Same anon.

Just to clarify, Plasma, does the health carry over?

Rolled 5, 5, 6 = 16

>>24850921

its two points to one

>>24850921
Plasma said we got 2 points, he got 1, and that we are ahead, no?

>>24850891
I suppose, though I like the idea of trying to take him down again.

That's probably the sensible option though, so I'll second Defensive.

>>24850921
No, we're ahead. We struck him better than he struck us.

>>24850878

Lets ride normally

Rolled 3, 3, 3 = 9

>>24850891
Defence! We can't afford to die, not now!

>>24850926
>>24850891
Health does not carry over.
At this point in the competition, injuries do not carry over.
Wounds do carry over.
>>24850921
>>24850935
>>24850891
You are ahead.

>>24850891
I say go Defensive, we'll win if he doesn't hit (though equally we'd lose if he hits us better regardless), so hmmm.....

Yea' let's go defensive.

>>24850973
Seconded.

>>24850973
Exactly, he'll just need to roll 2 higher to hit us anyway.

Fixed eyes again, give him the gaze of the Hangman.

>>24850973
>>24850947
>>24850944
>>24850894
>>24850892
>>24850891
>>24850886
>1 High Saddle
>3 Defence
>2 Eyes FIxed
>1 Normal

Once more, you lower yourself into a defensive position, making your body more difficult to hit and giving the opponent less area to hit with his lance. Spurring your steed onward, you find yourself filled with confidence as you rush towards Lord Lyonel Corbray, who is riding high in his saddle once. You avert your eyes the moment you strike one another.

>Roll 3d6. I shall manually add the -2. I will accept the THIRD ROLL.

Rolled 1, 3, 6 = 10

>>24851013

Rolled 3, 1, 3 = 7

>>24851013


Bless us Warrior, lend us strength!

Rolled 4, 1, 1 = 6

>>24851013
Was 3 for Fixed Eyes, but nevermind, I guess.

Rolled 4, 4, 4 = 12

>>24851013
Okay

Rolled 2, 4, 2 = 8

>>24851013

Rolled 6, 3, 6 = 15

>>24851013
Come on!

>>24851035
Why do we keep praying to the Seven!

>>24851036
DIRTY MOTHER FUCKER!

>>24851036
You done lost it for us.

>>24851045
You should be praying to the dice

>>24851045
what are you, a heathen?

>>24851036
A close loss or a draw I guess.

>>24851044
>>24851042
Well balls to you sir.

>>24851060
By the way does a joust go for a forth tiebreaker if the point standing is equal after 3 rounds?

>>24851036
>4 + 1 + 1 = 6
>6 - 2 = 4

Your lance splinters against his shield. You feel a lance crack and shatter against your breastplate, sending you reeling backwards and perhaps even out of your saddle...

>You take 8 damage.
>Your half-plate armour soaks 8 damage.
>You have 5 Health remaining.
>Roll 3d6. I will accept the SECOND ROLL.

Rolled 5, 2, 6 = 13

>>24851117
Warrior give me strength.

Rolled 2, 1, 4 = 7

>>24851117

Rolled 2, 5, 1 = 8

>>24851117
Please do this for us dice, please?

Rolled 2, 5, 3 = 10

>>24851117
We gon fuck up

Rolled 6, 6, 3 = 15

>>24851117


C'mon Dice, we need ya!

Rolled 2, 6, 3 = 11

>>24851138
Well fuck, we get unhorsed.

>>24851138
Oh balls that hurts.

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Rolled 2, 6, 5 = 13

>>24851138

Rolled 4, 6, 4 = 14

>>24851138


Aaaaahh! Looks like we done!

Well, that's kinda shitty. We get knocked out in the first round, unless Plasma decides to cheat for us.

Unless... do we have a Destiny Point we could use to get an extra dice?

Been nice riding with ya gentlemans, but it seems we're out.

>>24851208
Good point, one extra dice could do it for us.

Do we have a Destiny Point to spend, Plasma?

>>24851208
>>24851220
This - It just seems quite fucking shit if we lose in the first round, to be honest.

>>24851286
When you play the Game of Thrones, you win or you fudge the die.

>>24851323
It's what Cersai and Littlefinger do.

>>24851220
>>24851208
>I decided to phase out Destiny Points to tell the truth, which is why I haven't mentioned them. But I never said that to you guys and I offered you the chance of using a Destiny Point earlier in the quest. So, it would be shitty of me to deny you the use of it this time. So, all right.

>You have 1 Destiny Point.
>Spent Destiny Points can be regained once an important objective has been achieved. Burnt Destiny points can never be regained.
>You may spend the Destiny Point to reroll the dice roll. You must accept the second roll.
>You may burn the Destiny Point to guarantee success as if you rolled the difficulty exactly.

>Make a choice.

>>24851372
Well I mean, if you're phasing destiny points out lets burn this one.

>>24851372
What >>24851381 says - that seems fair, and then you don't have to deal with them in future.

Based Plasma, you are amazing, and I want to bear your children.

>>24851372
>You may burn the Destiny Point to guarantee success as if you rolled the difficulty exactly.

>>24851372
Would burning it not result in us getting knocked out? I mean, if we remain on our horse, but he got more DoS and so still wins, we might as well go for the reroll, and then just scrap the Destiny Points.

>>24851432
Well yeah, but we won't be able to use the destiny point in the future anyway, so why not burn it now? Even if we don't win, we aren't humiliated by being unhorsed.

>>24851381
>>24851398
>>24851409
This.

>>24851483
Fair point, let's burn it.

>>24851398
>>24851381
>>24851409
>Just this once. This really goes against my ethos as a quest runner. I dislike giving out second chances like this. But you're in the right and it would make me a complete asshole if I said no. From this point on, Destiny Points are removed from the quest.

As if by a miracle, you manage to cling on to your rouncey for dear life with your ankles and calves, pulling yourself back down into the saddle. For a moment you thought that everything was lost but you managed to pull yourself back into the fight, by the skin of your teeth. You can hear the crowd murmur in excitement and anticipation as you circle about. The three rounds are complete...

>Lord Artys: A miss and a two-degree and a miss, two points.
>Lord Lyonel: A miss and a one-degree and one-degree, two points.

... and there is no clear winner. From this point on, it is elimination. If one jouster bests another in a single round then he is the victor. The joust shall continue until a victor emerges through this elimination method.

>Do you wish for a change in tactics at all before your first elimination round?

>>24851506
Eyes fixed. All in, boys.

>>24851506
Eyes fixed. Defensive a shit.

>>24851506
EYES FIXED!

>>24851372
Burn baby burn. Jousting inferno.

>>24851506
Plasma, you are a scholar and a gent, and you have my utmost respect.

>>24851523
>>24851530
>>24851539
EYE'S FIXED. DO NOT JOUST UNTIL YOU SEE THE WHITES OF HIS EYES.

>>24851506
Eyes fixed one last charge.

For Harrock and glory!

Rolled 3, 3, 3 = 9

>>24851506


Still voting defensive

>>24851523
>>24851530
>>24851539
>>24851563
>>24851573


Looks like I'm outgunned.

>>24851631
Defensive is poo.

>>24851631
Jousting in this text based RPG over the internet with people I've never met makes my blood run hot.

>>24851545
>>24851539
>>24851530
>>24851523
To the Seven Hells with it all. You are not going to fail. You are not going shame your family at this moment. Your wife has given you her favour. Your son admires you and looks up to you. Your daughter thinks you are beyond flaw. Your sworn swords would give their lives to serve you. You cannot disappoint them. Not now. Not at this stage. For all of your life you have been the second fiddle. You have always been the bumbling scholar who never uttered a word, who only laid with his wife to pump out children that he never even noticed, who let his handsome, charismatic brother take all of the glory, all of the power, everything. Yet at the most important moment in your life, you gathered the courage to defy your brother and to take control of your own destiny. Now it's time to do that again. You're not going to let everything go to ruin because of your own incompetence. It's time to end this.

Eyes fixed forward and staring deep into the visor of Lord Lyonel Corbray, you dig your heels and your spurs deep into the flanks of your beloved steed that has carried you so far and so proudly. Lance pointed straight and true, you charge towards the lordling even as he assumes a defensive posture.

>Roll 3d6+2. I will accept the SECOND ROLL.

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>>24851659
Where is my life going.

>>24851659
I have an erection too anon.

Rolled 2, 6, 3 + 2 = 13

>>24851670
Let's hit this faggot.

Rolled 6, 2, 2 + 2 = 12

>>24851670

Rolled 1, 2, 1 + 2 = 6

>>24851642
It really is. It's The options that reduce your chance to hit, unless you're rolling 4-5 dice, make you unlikely to hit.

>>24851659
I know, I didn't know I could get this worked up over text-based roleplaying.

>>24851670
Rolling!

>>24851659
Solidarity my brother.

>>24851691
I'm hesitantly optimistic...

>>24851691
Holy shit, thank you for saving us from my shit roll, based anon.

>>24851695

Rolled 2, 1, 1 + 2 = 6

>>24851701
A 12 is a 12. After that 7 you should be gratefull we rolled that much

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>>24851723
I'm clearly sleep deprived, I laughed at that.

>>24851777
Nah, I laughed too.

Though I am sleep deprived (slept for 3 hours in 48 hours), so, yea....

>>24851691
>6 + 2 + 2 = 10
>10 + 2 = 12
>9 + 2 = 11
>12 > 11

You hit. Your lance splinters against the shining breastplate of Lord Lyonel Corbray, leaving a small dent.

>1 + 6 = 7
>7 - 2 = 5
>7 < 9

He does not. His lance splinters against your shield uselessly, sending up a shower of wooden fragments. Your blow is enough to send him reeling, the nobleman's arse rising from his saddle. Will he leave it entirely?

>1 + 4 + 3 = 8
>8 < 9

He does. The armoured figure of Lord Lyonel Corbray goes flying from his horse and smashing into the earth in a shower of dirt and soil while his horse trots away from harm, servants and attendants rushing out to lead it back to the stables and also to escort the apparently unconscious Lord Corbray to have his wounds tended to. The crowd is roaring like a wild animal, the cheering ringing inside of your helmet. It was the only joust of the day between two lords. The stakes were high...

>As Lord Lyonel Corbray is unconscious, Lord Artys Harrock is winner by default.

.. and you came out on top.

What do you wish to do?

>>24851845
Oh balls, what how when?

>>24851845

Check upon our opponent in a show of solidarity. Modest celebration, mostly aimed at our lady-wives favor giving us the good fortune required to win.

>>24851845
Let's check up on the dude, jesus christ.

>>24851845
Heft our lance into the air, roar in triumph. Get ahold of ourself as we come off the adrenaline high and dismount the horse.

>>24851885
>Wobbly legs incoming.

>>24851879
Seconded.

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>>24851885
This, and dismount the horse near him, to check to see if he's alright. If so, help him to his feet - we should be gracious in victory, it'll help our reputation.

>>24851906
Oh jesus fucking christ with the fucking tripfags.

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>>24851845


Go kiss the wife?

>>24851940
Victory kiss ftw.

>>24851879


Thirded

>>24851926
Dude shut the fuck up. I've been posting all night with it off and slipped one time. Get over yourself.