“Father?”

Eyes scan the makeshift battle camp your men had erected in the early hours of the morning, your uncle had arrived less than an hour ago midway through its construction, the forces of House Chelsted in tow. Dontos had been at its head, flanked by Ser Raymund Chelsted, Lady Alexes’ younger brother, and your son. There was a degree of worry in your heart to see the boy in the field, but in truth you had started earlier at the age of 8, and you did have faith in your Uncle to keep him safe. You had rode out to meet them, riding next to your more than excited son as he told you of the siege.

“Yes my son?”

“Did Lady Obella have her baby yet?” he asks meekly.

You laugh and lean over from your Goldsong and ruffle the boy’s hair, “No Victus, not yet, Why do you ask?”

The boy looks down at the reins, twisting them up around his hands, “I’ve always wanted a baby brother or sister,” he says innocently, “Rodner, Lady Alexes’ son, he isn’t the same, he’s so scared of everything. He’s already five! I was riding horses by then!”

“Not on your own Victus,” you respond plainly, fondly remembering the times you had taught your son to ride in Essos.

“Well… Yeah… But still! I want to teach my baby brother to ride. Or a baby sister how to be tough so the boys don’t tease her like they do to the Princess.”

You flash a look towards your son and see his cheeks having turnt to red at the mention. It was odd for you, the boy had grown so much in the past year, he was half the scared little boy that you brought along with you to unknown lands, so far away from his ‘home’. Dontos’ teaches certainly hadn’t been lost on him, you could hear the tinge of the Septon’s words in his voice now, the way he held himself, his attentiveness to your Uncle’s demands. In due time he would become the Knight you never were, a man your family could be proud of, name be damned.

His sudden interest in the fairer sex had amused you to no end as well, his simple flirtations with Princess Arianne Martell hadn’t been lost on you, nor her by the way her puffy little cheeks went to red and her voice to giggles.

“Does my son have a crush?”

Victus looks to you with horror in his eyes, the same green spark flaming up in an instant, “NO! I- No! She is just- Very nice! I liked showing her around Steadhold and… Playing and ah... She was… Um…”

You’ve fallen to laughter as your son attempts to explain his feelings for the Princess. Ser Mason Flowers had rode out to meet you and both gave you odd looks, though the former clues in relatively quickly having known your son just as well as you and joins in on your laughter after a similar question that sends the boy sputtering again. You can see Dontos rolling his eyes as he presses forward, Ser Raymund quickly after him. Mors the Marsher, who had arrived after Fairbanks linked up with Ser Wesley Hayford, and Ser Lucas Longwaters waited for you at your makeshift war table. Swinging off of Goldsong you had his reins off to one of the squires and look up to your son.

“Just don’t go running off after her my son,” you say with a smile, “And when Lady Obella gives birth to your baby brother or sister, you’ll be the first to know. I promise. And then you can visit Steadhold, and meet them, once this is all done, hm?”

Victus face still hadn’t let the red leave but he nods all the same, “Yes father.”

“Good boy, now follow after the other squires, Arron is with them, sure he’ll be happy to see you.”

Victus nods again and presses his spur into Redsong driving him after the others, you shake your head, allowing the smile to fall with it and turn to the war tent, being the last to enter. Mors had brought a map of the Forgotten Hall deep in the woods, as best as Fairbanks and the Bows could muster. A round of greetings goes about the table, Dontos was quick to introduce Raymund, praising him for his part in the siege. No small thing from your uncle. Looking over the map you note the general difficulty of approach, a single road, most of the surrounding area thick wood and bramble.

“Mors, report,” your order eyes still trained upon the map.

The crannogmen straightens from his leaning position upon his longbow and begins to point to areas upon the map as he spoke, “One road milord. Curtis Flowers and the Jons explored the woods surroundin’ it, small paths, not fit for horses nor army. Fairbanks people caught a few men running to warn them, executed them like the rest they did. We supposin’ they don’t know ‘bout us coming for them.”

“Marching siege equipment down their only path is likely to tip them off,” Mason remarks.

Mors nods, “Aye Ser. Dangerous business that. They has a wooden wall, wood still fresh and wet, surrounds the whole ruin, big wood doors barred with iron. Looks like they rebuildin’ the hall with wood. Old stone wall on the north side, best protected. Weak side on the east, small foot path. Path on the west, just wide enough for two wagons, might be large enough for a catapult. We suppose 400 men, maybe some on horses.”

“We have a covered battering ram with us,” Dontos says having crossed his arms, and stroking the dust on his chin, “Shouldn’t be hard to break down those doors then flood in. Any counter siege or ranged Mors?”

“At least half them be archers. Wear colors though, Curtis says they be the Dargoods.”

“Foolish, the Dargoods would be wiped off the map by the Crown if word got out they were aiding bandits,” Lucas says with a confused tone.

“They’ve little left to lose after the Defiance,” Ser Raymund notes, “We would do best to wheel the battering ram down. Escort the catapults with infantry and pikemen and provide covering fire with them, your Loyal Bows and my archers. Allow the cavalry to form the rear guard. Once the door is down, flood the place and run them through.”

“They’d be sitting ducks out there. All eyes focused on us to get to the engineers and catapults,” Lucas says, “The woods would keep us in single file and break formation around the catapults, too easy to pick us off, evenly the heavily armed of them.”

“Well we don’t exactly have any alternative means to get our men in their, Ser Lucas,” Raymund responds with an annoyed tone, “We don’t have the time to siege them out, reinforcements would cut off our retreat, the door is our only option.”

“Forsake the catapults then, bring the battering ram certainly so our cavalry have an access point, but arm the men with ladders, we’ve the foot to flood their walls and overwhelm the lot of them. Spread their archers’ counter assault out, thin the loses. Better than standing and doing nothing but protect the catapults on a dangerous path hardly large enough to hold them,” Lucas counters looking Raymund straight in the eye.

You frown and look over the map a second time, the eastern path was a bit of your ways but… “Mors, why is the eastern wall weak?” you ask.

“Lowest side, too many trees in the area milord. Far away from their camp, keep the latrines over there.”

“Could we send men that way? A small strike team, scale the walls, and provide a distraction to make the gate more easy to assault?”

Mors scratches his chin, a hairless thing to match the thin grey under his cap, “Aye milord. I suppose we could.”

Dontos frowns at you, “Brynden, don’t, this is not Essos-”

“But half the men manning the ruin are from across the Narrow Sea, Uncle,” you respond having taken a position leaning over the table, mapping the paths out with your fingers, “We could be there in early morning if the Sons and I left this evening. We’d need to leave the horses behind and travel the worst of it on foot. But we’d arrive there just as your catapults came into view.”

Dontos frowns deeply, though Mason, Lucas and Mors give you a nod in agreement.

“It would give us more time, and minimize the amount of attention our front assault will bring, a fire or two is distraction enough…” Raymund concedes.

You smile, straightening again, “Unless anyone else has any other ideas..?”

The Siege of the Forgotten Hall

The main assault:
>Agree with Ser Raymund Chelsted’s plan (Bring the catapults, relying on them and the archers)
>Agree with Ser Lucas Longwaters’ plan (Bring ladders and swarm the walls with your infantry)

The Sons of Gold strike team assault:
>Yay
>Neigh

Brynden’s placement:
>The main host (Mason will lead strike team, Brynden will lead main host)
>The strike team (Brynden will lead strike team, Dontos will lead main host)

>Any other ideas or plans?

Your current troop breakdown:

Commander: Lord Brynden Malroy (5)

Sub-Commander: Ser Dontos Malroy (4), Ser Mason Flowers (4), Ser Lucas Longwaters (3), Ser Raymun Chelsted (3)

(House Malroy: 310 men) 1 Veteran Cavalry+Personal Guard, 1 Veteran Archers+Cavalry, 1 Veteran Cavalry, 1 Veteran Archers, 1 Veteran Infantry, 1 Veteran Arbalesters

(House Chelsted: 540 men) 1 Veteran Engineer, 1 Veteran Archers, 2 Trained Cavalry, 2 Trained Infantry, 1 Trained Pikemen, 2 Small Catapults, 1 Ram

>>46815520
>Agree with Ser Raymund Chelsted’s plan (Bring the catapults, relying on them and the archers)

>Yay

>The strike team (Brynden will lead strike team, Dontos will lead main host)

>“Well… Yeah… But still! I want to teach my baby brother to ride. Or a baby sister how to be tough so the boys don’t tease her like they do to the Princess.”

Victus is best brother

>>46815520
>>Agree with Ser Raymund Chelsted’s plan (Bring the catapults, relying on them and the archers)
>>Yay
>>The Strike Team


Also nice to see ya dad.

>>46815520
>Lucas
>Yay
>Strike team

Victus is so adorable.

>>46815520

Go full rainbow six on their asses.

>>46815520
>Chelsted
>Yay
>Brynden strikeforce

>>46815716
Backing

Surprisingly overwhelming majority on that one, fine by me either way.

So Dontos will lead the bulk of your troops in attacking the main gate of the forgotten hall, Raymund Chelsted and Lucas Longwaters will be his sub-commanders.

Meanwhile Brynden will lead an strike team to provide a distraction, with Mason Flowers as his sub-commander. Though that doesn't matter as much.

As I don't see much in the way of other ideas I suppose we'll go with these. If other people have plans or ideas to throw in there before we reach the siege and they are feasible, then we'll go ahead and use them.

Short note, this thread might be a bit shorter than usual. Emphasize on might, later in the evening will determine that. So just a head's up.

>>46815520
>Agree with Ser Lucas Longwaters’ plan (Bring ladders and swarm the walls with your infantry)
>Yay
>The strike team (Brynden will lead strike team, Dontos will lead main host)

>>46815852
Strategy anons always arrive late to the party.

>>46815462
Victus a cute, A CUTE

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Oh boy here we go.

“We have the catapults, best to put them to good use,” you say after a moment of silence and looks from your collected men, “Ser Raymund, Ser Lucas and my Uncle will lead the main host. Tear down their walls with the catapults. The ruin is nothing of great import or strategic value, do not hesitate to bring what is left of it crumbling down. Mors, I’m relying on you and the Bows to provide as much cover fire for the catapults and battering ram as possible, speak with the Captain of the Chelsted bowmen and coordinate your efforts.”

Lucas looks minorly put out by this but agrees all the same alongside your other captains. You break after a few minor words, mostly introductions to those important inside the Chelsted host, Bryce Chamberton is the Captain of the engineers, a veteran from the Rebellion. He’s certain he can manage to get his catapults and the battering ram into position with minor losses, a thought that relieves you of some worry for your footed men. Ser Raymund is a good enough man, vocal with his boastfulness only fueled on by your Uncle’s commendations, he was the winner of a local Tourney half a year ago, though the worst of his competition had been a Hedge Knight from the Westerlands. When questioned why he had not attended your own tourney he quickly turns to excuses, claiming that his home was in danger with the speak of spies, bandits, and the Red Bastard having lost his lands and his unchecked wroth.

Brynden is soo going to die. If Brynden dies and Obella has a girl. Would Dontos try to get Victus legitamized so that the house name stays in control of Steadhold ?

Your Captains all receive their orders after a proper meeting, though you rarely speak of yourself and your place in the siege. Mostly referring to the chain of command regarding your Uncle, Lucas and Raymund. While you trusted your men word could spread, and there was always the chance someone could be swayed with coin or promises of a better life to rat out your strike team. It was dangerous enough to be crossing enemy lines with only yourself and the Sons, against 400 armed and dangerous mercenaries during a siege no less. Best to keep the information only between the best and most trusted of your men. Dontos hadn’t stopped his frowning since you had made mention of it however. He was fit to lead the main host, that was without question, but had not wished it, part of being a Lord was being the rallying point for his men, the shining beacon that kept their morale, he said. You were acting a sellsword, a brash one at that, too much relied upon your life. Death would serve no one.

Thoughts that were true you later caught yourself thinking in your own tent, preparing to march in the afternoon. The host was to mobilize later in the evening, the Sons and yourself being ahead of them before breaking off towards the eastern path. Mason had gone about to get the Sons ready, darker lighter wear than normal, for the parts where you would need to be footed. Hanging your sword about your waist you sigh deeply. A part of the sellsword would never die idle thoughts spoke. To some you would always be the sellsword playing at Lord. Even your uncle, the man that relations had somewhat smoothed, admonished you for the moments of past shining through again. The sword at your side had been a gift from him, the bow upon your back a gift from your wedding, but the feel of it, spoke to days long past, the thoughts of going to war. Of wild abandon, stepping unto the breach with nary a thought for your well being.

>>46816455
>The ruin is nothing of great import or strategic value, do not hesitate to bring what is left of it crumbling down.

Damnit anons, we could have renovated that shit.

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Reflections looked back at you through the mind’s eye, the drunk sellsword, fighting to forget, at times desiring death. Not today the Stranger would say. A private prayer, the single thought that kept you above ground, for your family. Victus. Isis. Now Obella, your unborn child. The sweet kiss of honey and spice reminds you. The feeling of your son's hair upon your hand reminds you. You were not that man anymore, you had grown, this was yet another step.

“Death does not come for me,” you whisper to yourself, half prayer half confirmation, “Not today. Today this sellsword lives. Warrior preserve me.”

>You have 30 EXP to spend & 1 Destiny Point

Time for some minor improvements before we go to war. This time however for EXP, I’m only allowing you to invest in Specialities, not the whole 30 into an Ability point. So max three +1B to Specialities. The Destiny Point however can be used to purchase a new Quality or saved in case of emergency. Below are some recommendations for both:

Specialities:
>Bows, Long Sword, Spear, Dedication, Command, Strategy

Qualities:
>Double Shot (Requires an extra +1B Bows), Leader of Men, Inspiring, Pious (Requires an extra +1 Dedication)

>>46816486
More to the point, why are we wrecking the fort when there could be important evidence there? Anons be fucking dumb

>>46816493
Bump strategy and command up? Leave the destiny point.

>>46816493
>Long Sword

I think would be most useful. Like it or not, i am gonna bet we will be forced into melee during this fight at some point.

Save the point just in case. We can always use it if we lose so we wont die atleast.

>>46816493
Bows, Command and Strategy

Use DP on Double Shot, that shit is OP as fuck.

>>46816493
Bump up strategy or command. Spend the destiny point on leader of men

>>46816563
Was about to post this, agreed anon

>>46816493
save everything. Ability points are more valuable and I don't want to toss tons of xp away for slightly better stabbing

>>46816493
Strategy or command, and use the DP for Double Shot.

>>46816493
Long Sword, Command Strategy

>>46816574
>>46816576
Command and Strategy are pretty shit mechanically, we either put it in sword/bow or save it for an ability point later.

>>46816493
Spec
>Bows
>Command
>Longsword

>DP
Leave it.

>>46816493
Bump up bow, and use the DP for Double Shot.

>>46816493
Spec 1 into bows and save the rest. Save the DP

>>46816493
>>46816576 changing to bow or sword. Still leader of men tho

>not upping command
>in a war

>>46816493
1 into bow, save the rest

>>46816646
We are in a strike force, so command will not be as important right now.

>>46816493
>Sword&command
will have to check the booklets on what qualities bestow on us but i'd say to keep the destiny point for now

>>46816646
see >>46816619

>>46816493
I'd rather have Deft Hands as Qualities.
>Your quick hands let your reload your weapons more quickly

>>46816493
Spec into bows, save the destiny point.

>>46816604
That's circumventing my ruling on this and I'll just tell you the same thing next time.

Alright in general it looks like Command is popular, we'll go with that as an auto in. With Long Sword, Strategy, and Bow coming in next.

For the DP looks like either save it for a rainy day or burn it on Double Shot or Leader of Men, so. We'll do a series of votes for this then.

Second Specialty:
>Strategy
>Bow
>Long Sword

>>46816610
changing mine to command, bows and save the DP.

>>46816684
Bow

>>46816684
>Bow

>>46816684
>Long Sword
We're severely lacking in this compared to bow.

>>46816684
>>Strategy
>>Long Sword

>>46816684
>Long Sword

>>46816684
>Bow

>>46816684
>Bow

>>46816684
Long sword save the dp

>>46816646
Most of the good shit for leading armies is keyed to the number of actual Warfare dice you have. It's better to just wait for later when we can up Warfare more.

>>46816684
>>Long Sword
We'RE already good with the bow our swordsmanship could use some help

>>46816684
>Long Sword

>>46816684
Bow

>>46816684
>Long Sword

Again, if the ruined hold in the middle of the wood is in any kind of condition, we should repair it and set a garrison, if not land someone to it.

>>46816684
>>Bow
>>Long Sword

>>46816776
We just have to wait and see how much damage we do to it

>>46816684
That felt a little mean spirited desu. I thought the Specialty restriction was due to 'rushbuying'. I didn't realize you were saying we weren't allowed to buy abilities anymore. Sorry.

>>46816684
Bows

Given how this vote turned out with Long Sword and Bow being relatively even I'll just skip doing a vote between Bows and Strategy and say it gets in as well. Makes that easier on me.

So that leaves us with our Destiny Point and how to use it:

>Double Shot
>Leader of Men
>Save it

>>46816804
>>Save it

>>46816804
>Double Shot

>>46816776
> if not land someone to it.
Why not keep it ruined and gutted as a training ground for our men? Or convert it into an 'academy' type thing for guerrillas?

>>46816804
Leader of Men

>>46816804
Save it

>>46816804
>Double Shot

>>46816804
>>Save it

>>46816804
Double shot

For real this shit is so broken

>>46816804
>>Leader of Men

>>46816804
Double Shot

>>46816804
>>Double Shot

>>46816804
>>Double Shot

>>46816804
Double Shot.

>>46816804
>Save it

Alright looks like a strong show of support for Double Shot. Which as others have mentioned is super OP. It's probably one of my favorite Qualities.

For those curious: >>46816880 (Thanks for posting that)

So with that, we now have 0 EXP, 0 DPs and have gained:
>+1B Long Swords
>+1B Bows
>+1B Command
>Quality: Double Shot

Not a bad round. Next time we spend EXP, purchasing Abilities will be open again. I just thought it best to do some minor tweaks instead of throwing everything at one Ability for once. Open up your options a bit more for Qualities and what have you.

Anyway, time to set up the next scene. Thank you all for being civil.

>>46816976
I love you papi

>>46817036
What a gay little boy you are, loving your papa

Hm looking through this, some discussion regarding the ruined hall. I can see where you're coming from on this one, so let's do a little vote.

>Redact your order to destroy the ruined hall with the catapults, instead focusing fire on the wall and enemies. (Saves Hall)
>Maintain your order, bring it all down (Destroy Hall)

>>46817112
>Redact your order to destroy the ruined hall with the catapults, instead focusing fire on the wall and enemies. (Saves Hall)

>>46817088
You had that image saved on your computer.

>>46817112
>>Maintain your order, bring it all down (Destroy Hall)

>>46817112
>Redact your order to destroy the ruined hall with the catapults, instead focusing fire on the wall and enemies. (Saves Hall)

>>46817121
Backing if only to save whatever evidence is there

>>46817137
In the cringe folder, waiting for it's moment

>>46817112
>Redact your order to destroy the ruined hall with the catapults, instead focusing fire on the wall and enemies. (Saves Hall)
Let's not risk destroying evidence

>>46817112
>>Redact your order to destroy the ruined hall with the catapults, instead focusing fire on the wall and enemies. (Saves Hall)
Would be nice to not have to buy a new hall

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Frankly I'm more a fan of Deft Hands.
Going Legolas on them niggas

>>46817112
>Redact your order to destroy the ruined hall with the catapults, instead focusing fire on the wall and enemies (Saves Hall)

Glad I put that to a vote then. We'll just redact that order slightly. Even if the Hall is little more than a single wall and some foundation buried deep in the Princewood, suppose that's better or nothing for rebuilding a Hall if you plan to go that direction.

A valid point regarding evidence however. A poor choice of words on my end. You guys have the right of it.

>>46817249
Even if we knock the walls down, so long as the fountations solid thats half the work anyway.

>>46817112
>Redact your order to destroy the ruined hall with the catapults, instead focusing fire on the wall and enemies. (Saves Hall)

“Brynden, the Sons and I are ready,” you hear the voice of Mason from behind say, “At your order, we ride.”

You turn slightly, idle thoughts being swept away, prayers finished with half words, “As am I. Escort?”

“Armed and ready to return the horses to the main host, knew you’d hate the leave old Goldy out there in the woods alone.”

You chuckle and cross your tent, clapping your friend on the shoulder, “You know me too well Mason.”

“Always loved that horse than the lot of us. Yanno says the damned thing is a part of you, some have crazed dothraki ravings I always figured, but Seven be damned if I’ll ever figure out how you get him to ride so easily.”

“Should have met Pastorn,” you say, fiddling with the last few buckles on your belt, securing everything in place, “Best rider out of the three of us. Couldn’t beat me with a bow or Donold with a longsword, but by the Seven could he ride…”

Mason looks to you as you trail off, half forgotten memories of a time before this all, before your flight, the Rebellion invading your idle thoughts. He squeezes your shoulder, gaining him a cast eye before speaking, “You do him proud Brynden. I could only hope to bring my family pride, a dream I’ve long since given up on.”

You scoff, regarding the man fully, “You’re a part of my family Mason. Couldn’t think of a better man to ride into battle alongside.”

“Likewise Brynden,” he responds with a sigh and a look about the tent, “Now?”

“We ride,” you say, the words, ‘unto the Sunset’ echoing in your mind.

---

Goldsong raced, his gallop as you pressed into him a smooth and easy motion strides of such length to draw envy from even the finest of breeders. You had broken off from the main host nary an hour ago, taking the winding path through the forest as Mors’ map had instructed. Mason rides closely behind, the Sons in pairs after him with Yanno and Yondril at the forefront. A quick press, little more than nip along Goldsong’s side eases him through a turn, another and another, a jump over wayward roots, the limbs of a tree scratch your back though just barely as you hold yourself close to your old friend. There was a half expected argument, he was not a horse of war anymore, you could hear him say, he was doing just fine in his stable the finer selection of mares at his disposable, Gawen feeding him fresh produce and sugar cubes by the handfuls. Occasionally he would take more than a nip from your spurs, just enough to remind, just enough to keep him going.

Memories of the young colt that refused your orders upon your tenth birthday and threw you to the ground the first time you attempted to mount him surface. The long hours of teaching, getting to know one another, he hadn’t been pleased the day you stuffed him in a boat and sailed for the Essos. Less so the early days where you rode him half drunk, he bucked, complained. Often times you credited Mason for saving your life, but in a strange way, Goldsong had kept you tethered to the world of the living just as much. He was a part of you, however odd it might be, he knew the brash emotional young boy, the sellsword, the Lord. And you knew him. Nostrils flare as you allow idle thoughts to gloss over once more, he jerks his reins to the side bringing you back to reality. Something had spooked him in the woods. Could be a bear, a boar perhaps, he didn’t spook easily, warhorse and all.

You raise a fist to order a slower pace, raising from your seated position, hand brushing the pommel of your sword and teasing the feathers of your arrows. A flick of your wrist indicates for the Son’s to spread out, rustle out whatever had been in the woods, could be nothing, could be something.

Mason comes to your side, your second as he usually was, you watch the twins, the newest members of the Sons, Tomas the winner of your Archery contest riding steadily alongside his brother, they had taken well to the task and integrated into your men well. It saddened you to remember Barq Zos and Solhas were leagues away in Oldtown, though a small sacrifice to keep Benjin safe. Goldsong jerks to the side again, nostrils flaring, head facing down. You look to Mason, who frowns, as you turn back a glint catches your eye, dull in the overcast sky, but just enough. Fire erupts in your chest in a moment, the sellsword’s reactions coming to play immediately. It was not something, it was someone, and they were on the attack.

Roll 4d6 for Dodge.

Rolled 1, 5, 6, 1 = 13 (4d6)

>>46817850
rolling, rolling, rolling what

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

>>46817850

WAKE UP AND ROLL NIGGAS

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

>>46817850

Rolled 5, 6, 5, 3 = 19 (4d6)

>>46817850

Rolled 19, 6, 20, 8 = 53 (4d20)

>>46817850

>>46817917
damnit, you were late.

>>46817863
>>46817882
>>46817914
Dangerous game you play there Anons. 13 barely saved it.
>>46817917
You, get it together.

Rolled 3, 4, 6, 4 = 17 (4d6)

>>46817921
Woops rolling for real

>>46817942
He is out of practice. Been spending time being a lord too long.

>>46817833
>he was doing just fine in his stable the finer selection of mares at his disposable, Gawen feeding him fresh produce and sugar cubes by the handfuls.
Anyone got the screencap of that thing from 3/5 threads ago?

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>>46818242
So happy I made this

>>46818287
Thank you.

Success, one degree.

“ARROWS!” you yell and fall down in an instant, hugging Goldsong’s neck while reaching for your bow. The rest of the Sons drop as well, the hissing of the arrows over head just barely missing you and the rest. You make eye contact with Mason and he grimaces, the wound on his shoulder was still fresh enough that firing his bow was going to be a less than pleasurable experience.

“SONS! FORM UP!” he yells with a quick nod towards you after the volley of arrows stops. A quick press into Goldsong’s sides gets him moving again, the others falling in order behind you as you begin to race towards the source of your attackers.

The feeling of wildfire has reached your fingertips, quickly gripping your bow and arrows, notch, another hangs loose in your knuckles. Draw, pace your breath match the strides. Aim, they’re on the move now. A failed ambush, outriders, forward scouts.

“RETURN FIRE!” you yell over the sound of galloping horses, eyes meeting a target even if so ever brief. A volley of arrows flies from the Sons, raining death into the forest around you, a man yells out in pain, others begin to flush onto the path. They looked like sellsword the lot of them, mixed wear, tactics that screamed of Essos, the Bright Banners. Your mind races, coming to the sudden conclusion that they were among the unknown number in the Princewood, those few that would warn the main camp of your arrival, if you failed to kill them, even one, they could ruin everything. All the evidence gone, camp emptied and burned, deny you everything. Your men would run into a full on attack, not a half hearted defense. This you simply could not allow.

Spurs press into Goldsong’s sides, he charges into a gallop, the Sons not far behind. More of the outriders begin to flush from the forest, a man in front taking a position similar to your own, likely their leader. The Sons continue to fire on Mason’s orders, a return fire striking your men and earning the outriders a degree of distance. Grimacing deeply you press harder, leading your men in hot pursuit.

Eyes flicker with wildfire, trained upon the dust your enemies leave behind, though again a glimmer saves you, just the smallest of sightest from the corner of your eye. The other rider slams into your side, Goldsong protesting with a guttural noise and a push of his own, taking the opportunity to bite at the other horse. His sword had missed you luckily, your shoulder having caught his raised arm and pushing it back. Your hand goes to your blade in a moment, swinging it into your hands and dropping your bow around the yoke of the saddle. You grip the blade, half swording, and rock a blow towards his face, using Goldsong’s momentum with your own as you slam into your enemy.

Roll 6d6+1 for Fighting.

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

>>46818445

Rolled 5, 6, 2, 2, 1, 2 + 1 = 19 (6d6 + 1)

>>46818445

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Rolled 1, 5, 6, 6, 2, 6 + 1 = 27 (6d6 + 1)

>>46818445

Rolled 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 6 + 1 = 22 (6d6 + 1)

>>46818445

Rolled 6, 4, 6, 5, 1, 3 + 1 = 26 (6d6 + 1)

>>46818445

>>46818473
Aww yeah, Brynden hungers for that clay

>>46818473
Truly this is our clay

>>46818464
>>46818469
>>46818473

So that last one was almost a perfect roll, with the +1 it technically was. So... Yeah, good hit there. Christ alive.

>>46818473
Hot damn son, what a roll. Speaking of, did that metal worker show up?Can we make the brazen horse soon?

>>46818548
I wonder if we can find something nice for the wife among the loot.

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>>46818423
>>46818445
Well, we were told that if we risked ourself Royce's men would try and make us pay.

I forget who said that, but it seems like they were right.

And on the plus side, if they commit a lot of forces to taking us down, we make for a great distraction.

>>46818594
And it ends with half of the sons laying dead.

>>46818634
O ye of little faith.

Success, four degrees.

The pommel of your sword crunches into the man’s jaw, you feel bone give, teeth shatter. His own blade drops from his hand, falling to the wayside and bouncing into the woods. Your follow through is what does it, Goldsong’s own momentum and strength adding to yours. The mercenary loses his grip, hands scrambling for purchase, pulling wildly at his horse’s mane eliciting a scream from the horse as it careens off to the side and into the forest. The corner of your eye catches the man’s body slamming into a tree, his horse going down with him as you break off from your attack You slam your sword back into the sheath, confident the man is thoroughly dead and again arming yourself with your bow arrows finding their way to your fingers with a quickness.

“FIRE!” you yell and a hail of arrows rains down on the outriders, they had formed up more this time, the target was clearer and your men were a collection of damn good shots. You see a man in the middle receive a share of arrows to the back and yells out in pain, his bow and body falling to the side in a slump. A horse trips over him, his rider getting bucked, and the rest begin to waver and fall like dominos. Your own men split to allow the pass those that had fallen through, the last of them breaking off to finish those unlucky few yet still alive. The best of the Sons continue to follow you in pursuit, racing down a winding path behind what looked to be two thirds of the original outriders. They disappear over a slight bank, water splashing as you gain on them and close the distance. It looks like their leader as reorganized them again in the brief moment you lost a step to avoid their fallen. Again you notch an arrow, draw, breath, aim.

“FIRE!”

Roll 7d6+1 for Marksmanship.

Rolled 6, 1, 5, 1, 2, 6, 4 + 1 = 26 (7d6 + 1)

>>46818827

Rolled 1, 6, 4, 2, 2, 4, 3 + 1 = 23 (7d6 + 1)

>>46818827

Rolled 3, 6, 6, 5, 2, 1, 5 + 1 = 29 (7d6 + 1)

>>46818827

Rolled 3, 1, 1, 6, 5, 6, 1 + 1 = 24 (7d6 + 1)

>>46818827

Rolled 6, 1, 4, 2, 3, 4, 5 + 1 = 26 (7d6 + 1)

>>46818827

>>46818837
>>46818858
>>46818864
24,20,26

Once again proving Brynden is the master bowman.

>>46818864
Booyah

>>46818897
Are we using double shot? or do we have to activate it

>>46819090
I hope we shoot both the eyes of their captain.
They just turn round to see two black arrow shafts and know fear.

First: Success, four degrees.
Second: Success, three degrees.
Third: Success, four degrees.

A volley of arrows crashes into the outriders again, horse’s screech in pain, men take more arrows than they should and crash into the dust below. Your arrow feel delayed as you taking a steadier aim, a man at the back who had lost his bow and was now attempting to keep up with the pack. An easy target, the soft reverberating thrum of your bowstring sings songs in your ear even over all of the chaos of the chase around you. The arrow flies true, sinking itself deep into the back of his neck, tasting the sweet bite of flesh before stopping dead in his spine. The man’s body goes limp in the half second after your attack and he falls as his comrades had. Your fingers pull another arrow from the quiver, notching with a single hand and while your other steadies yourself on the saddle during a wide turn.

In their desperation to escape you and the Sons as your men are rounding the corner they fire off another volley, it was a mess. Disorganized, no unity to the shot, their chain of command had fallen to splinters after the previous two volleys from your own men. At worst it looked like Yondril took a glancing blowing but it did little to slow his pace. Mason and yourself take the opportunity to close the gap, and again you straighten in your saddle to take another shot, further up this time. The man looks to be screaming at the man who had gained some distance in the front. Draw, aim, fire. Your arrow streaks across the field and knocks into the man’s cheek, skewering his open mouth, and pulling a scream of terror from it as he attempts to close it to grit his teeth in pain. You see another arrow not soon after your own, a cast eye back telling you it was Mason’s and it knocks into the hand that had raised to pull the arrow from his face, and upward into his skull. The man sits stunned, before his body is knocked handily from his horse by a low hanging branch.

“BRYNDEN! CHASE DOWN THE LEADER! I GOT THE REST!” Mason yells from behind you. You flash a thumbs up in response and notch another arrow though press into the fastest gallop you can and catching up with the outriders. One of them catches your purpose and notches his own arrow, straightening to fire, his aim was low, towards Goldsong’s head, not you. He hardly has the chance to fire before your own arrow rocks him, piercing his eye and causing his own arrow to fly off far overhead, a few more from the Son’s finish him off and his horse crashes into the woods with his mangled body.

Taking the opportunity you ride onwards, creeping up the side of the outriders until you are in range of the captain. He casts a look back to you, his eyes suddenly filled with terror as he gazes upon you. Two arrows sat notched in your bow, your body straight and stiff as a board, eyes trained upon your quarrel. Legs hugged Goldsong as his pace kept up, straight as the arrow you stared down into his eyes. A sharp breath. Draw, aim, fire.

>Double Shot activated, taking best of two of three.
Roll 5d6+1 for Marksmanship

Rolled 2, 2, 3, 2, 6 + 1 = 16 (5d6 + 1)

>>46819296

Rolled 2, 2, 3, 2, 1 + 1 = 11 (5d6 + 1)

>>46819296
PEW PEW

Rolled 4, 2, 6, 6, 4 = 22 (5d6)

>>46819296

Rolled 5, 5, 5, 6, 1 + 1 = 23 (5d6 + 1)

>>46819296

Rolled 1, 5, 3, 2, 6 + 1 = 18 (5d6 + 1)

>>46819296
>

>>46819315
>>46819319
>>46819325
>dat 11-3=8 roll
12,16 for best of.

That's the worst I've ever seen Brynden roll for Archery.

>>46819385
We are doing a crazy double shot tho

>>46819385
Goldsong is an old horse, most likely misstepped.

>>46819497
Don't blame our buddy.

>>46819497
Not cool, anon. Not cool.

>>46819385
Eh, given it's a trick shot we actually rolled pretty well. Not as good as if we shot normally but hey, give and take

Success, one degree.
Success, two degrees.

A party trick your father once called it. Not fit for combat. Practice with the one, practice with your longbow. Malroy’s do not do party tricks, we are warriors, forged in dragon’s fire just like the Targaryens. The men and women of Valyria of old were heroes you thought in your youth, capable of great feats of martial prowess just as much as they were at harnessing the magics and dragons of old. Their blood lived in your veins, and it did more than grant you hair of silver.

The arrows fly together, like brothers driving home into their target, they catch the captain at the same time, one digging into his thigh, the other through his armpit as he tries to make himself small. The man wavers to the side, his horse brushing into branches and bramble along the side of the dirt path. He takes a battering though manages to hold on, just barely and you ready another arrow, watching the trail of blood fall from the black shaft of the arrow buried deep into his armpit.

You hear Mason’s order and lean forward, pushing Goldsong as close to the woods as possible as another volley of arrows from the Sons punches holes through what remained of the outriders. They fall to shambles in a minute, men falling from their horses in pain, only to be finished by another well placed arrow. Disorganized. Routed. Mason lines up his own shot and sails it into the back of their Captain through the chaos of the last of the outriders. The man arcs his back as it sinks into the lower region, and then takes a tumble from the horse, the last of the men to fall. Eyes watch quickly as the Sons finish off the last of the routed men, others catching up from earlier in the pursuit to confirm their kills. Mason catches up to you, the paces of both of your horses slowing down enough to round and head back towards the end of the battle.

The others begin to report in confirmed kills, Mason tallying the numbers in his head, counting those dead on the ground just a few feet away you get a nice even twenty and a safe assumption the lot of them are dead. Mason orders the Sons to loot the dead and pull their bodies into the underbrush, far away from those that might pass after, their horses, worthless as they were are rounded up by your small escort and tethered to their own to be brought back to the camp alongside your own.

A sharp pain in your leg calls your attention and you left it up noticing an arrow had pierced the side of your calf, barely dug in, more of a flesh wound than anything upon closer inspection. Your armor had taken the worst of it, a quick snap and you get a clean break, pulling the sides out and flexing it. Best to get it patched up, an infection might be more of a danger to you than an actual wound or injury. You call Yondril over and dismount, though as you do so you catch the sound of a wheeze and sputtering hacking cough of someone choking on their own blood. With a careful step you track the noise to the side of the path and find the enemy Captain lying on his side, a pool of blood having formed under his shoulder where your arrow had pierced, and his legs in tangle limp mess. His eyes turn to you, still filled with horror.

“M-mercy milord… Puh-please mercy.”

>Grant the man mercy (Kill him)
>Do not, you had questions

>Pursuit through the Princewood Results
Total Victory for House Malroy in 4 Rounds.
Bright Banner Outriders destroyed in action.
Adaren Ormion captured.
The Sons of Gold gain Superior Ranged Weapons. (+1 Damage)

The Sons of Gold took no losses and excelled, upgraded to Elite Archers+Cavalry.

Congratulations you have your first Elite unit.

>>46819977
>Do not, you had questions

Tell me everything.

>>46819977
>Do not, you had questions
Fuck you, no mercy for a bunch of mercs working for fucking slavers.

>>46819977
>Do not, you had questions

>Malroy’s do not do party tricks
Heh.

>>46819977
>>Grant the man mercy (Kill him)

>>46819977
>>Do not, you had questions
Mercy is for those who cooperate with me.

>>46819977
>Do not, you had questions

>>46819977
>>Do not, you had questions
Sorry you lost the right for mercy the second you signed on with that lowborn BASTARD

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>>46819977
>Do not, you had questions

>>46819977
>Do not, you had questions
You want mercy? Tell me what you know, and perhaps I'll grant you it

>>46819953
>A party trick your father once called it. Not fit for combat. Practice with the one, practice with your longbow. Malroy’s do not do party tricks,

Makes me wonder how our father, mother and brothers would react to all the party tricks he has been doing

>>46820028
>Fuck you, no mercy for a bunch of mercs working for fucking slavers.
Brynden was a second son, you tit. What do you think he was doing in Essos?

>>46820132
That was one of the few times Brynden's father tried to be stern with his son. If you remember I've said Vamos Malroy was more alike Brynden and Isis rather than Donold and Pastorn. He knew he was being a hypocrite and a liar when he said that to Brynden, having done it himself in the past. Vamos would shake his head at his son's party tricks but inwardly would smile and enjoy them.

>>46820146
I don't presume to know, but I doubt he took any jobs that helped slavers. Hell, he stole away Illiad

>>46819977
>>Do not, you had questions
AND FUCK YEAH BOYS YOU WENT ELITE

>>46820211
Literally every country in Essos, except for Braavos, is a slave state. We'd be out of work if we didn't work for slavers.

>>46820258
We are gonna have to buy a large keg of wine and a good two dozen whores for the boys after this is over arent we ?

>>46820295
Lorath has slavery outlawed as well

>>46820295
Working for people who own slaves and actual slavers are two different things.

>>46820346
Pentos officially does but they have ways around it

>>46820295
>>46820295
Yeah but this is working for a person we personally don't like, and that is the worse crime of all

>>46820146
>>46820211
>>46820295
>>46820346
>>46820357
>>46820359
Want to field this one dad? I imagine Brynden was fairly discerning in who he worked for

>>46820417
While in the Second Sons he wouldnt have had a choice in the matter.

>>46820417
Yeah for the most part he declined work with people that were actively slaving. He knew he had little choice but to work with/for people who owned slaves, that's just the way Essos is. So yes and no, but he never personally partook in the enslavement of someone(s) while on a contract.

>>46820484
I figured as much. So we can continue to condemn mercs who work for slavers, fuck those guys

With the tip of your boot you kick at the man’s leg, the things were a mangled mess, bone and broken shown through what was left of his pants, though he hardly made a sound outside of his weeping and pleading for mercy. A quick glance over him shows you Mason’s arrow dug deep in the small of his back, if you had to take a guess it had paralyzed him from the waist down. So while he was in immense pain, it was only half as much as he could potentially be in. Likely the shock from his full body being in such immense pain would have knocked him out cold, but he was lucky. Well, you were lucky. Grabbing the man by the back of his shirt you drag him up and push him roughly into a tree sitting up. He looks on in horror, hardly giving his legs a passing glance before you raise a boot to stomp on the arrow that had bit into his leg. His arms go up in an instant and his mouth turns to blubbering pleas before pausing and looking with abject horror as your boot stomps and grinds into the wound.

“Your legs are broken.”

“By the gods have mercy milord. Please...” he begs of you again.

Leaning down to his level you pick up his arm, and he inhales sharply, your fingers touch upon the wound your other arrow had left and he cringes away from it whimpering. You draw your fingers along the black shaft of the arrow and firmly grasp it looking deep into the eyes of the captain, wildfire licking the black nothing that his irises in their shock had become.

“You can’t feel a damn thing from your waist down there Captain. But this,” you twist the arrow and his cries of pain begin anew, “This you can feel just fine.”

“Why. They say you were once a Second Son, why do you seek my men, mercenaries, sellswords like you were, out and kill them. We only wish to make a living, nothing more. Please mi- ARGHHH!”

You twist the arrow and dig it deeper again, his throat is hoarse from the screaming pain, and his breathe ragged, “Beg for mercy again scum, I dare you. Mercy is for those who deserve a painless death, not those that sign up with slaving, rapist bastards. If you wish for mercy, you will tell me everything you know.”

“But I know noth- AAAAAAAA. FUCKING GODS ABOVE PLEASE AAAAAA!”

“Talk.”

The man looks into your eyes, hardly a moment before breaking away in fear again, “My name is Araden Ormion, I come from Slaver’s Bay, I am a captain for the Bright Banners.”

“Why are you here?”

“I am an outrider milord,” he sputters in half a cough, blood running down his lips, “To report if someone gets near the main camp. If an army is coming.”

“Looks like he failed in that regard,” Mason says over your shoulder, “Who hired you?”

“A man named Ser Issac Dargood. He is one of your westerosi knights, yes? He hired us. Brought us here. We worked in the forest for Aeror, Tomas Stone and I.”

“That doesn’t sound right, why would the Dargoods through their lot in so thoroughly with the the Redwards, never even heard of an Issac Dargood before,” Mason says, "Are you lying to us you piece of shit? Asking for mercy and then lying to our faces?"

“It is the truth I swear it! By the gods I swear it! Please I only wish for death! Mercy, please.”

“Sounds like a crook of shit Brynden. He still has more in him.”

He looks at you with fear, eyes skirting about attempting to find safe haven somewhere, some place that escaped the emerald green that burned into his skull. Mason was right, he was lying, you could feel, your grip tightens upon the arrow shaft, fist covered in blood only the white in your knuckles visible.

Roll 4d6+2 for Intimidate.

Rolled 5, 6, 4, 2 + 2 = 19 (4d6 + 2)

>>46820612

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

>>46820612
Jesus christ Brynden

Rolled 4, 1, 5, 4 + 2 = 16 (4d6 + 2)

>>46820612
I always fell bad during interrogations

Rolled 2, 1, 2, 6 + 2 = 13 (4d6 + 2)

>>46820612

>You twist the arrow and his cries of pain begin anew
>“Beg for mercy again scum, I dare you."
Psh, nothing personell fellow merc

>>46820633
>>46820646
>>46820649
Holy fuck that sweet 19. Here comes the pain.

>>46820649
Same, Brynden is pretty fucking cruel to his enemies. I am equal parts horrified and fascinated, especially since Brynden is fairly well adjusted otherwise. Don't go after his family or home I guess

>>46820680

Brah we are a lord now, and this guy would have ran back to camp and gathered a lynching party for us. I don't feel bad

>>46820680
The guy would make baby Victus cry if he could!

>>46820713
Goal: Justice
Motivation: Family
Virtue: Courageous
Vice: Vengeful

It's a perfect storm of hatred. That vengeful nature is usually kept on the down low, Brynden is pretty good at keeping it in check. But damn it if it doesn't come out at its worst whenever he needs information. Someone once described him as 'chaotic good' which is relatively true, except for moments like this.

>>46820715
>>46820739
I know lads, I just keep forgetting that Brynden is a bad guy so it's weird when he and his evil wife do evil things.

>>46820767
There is no good and evil in ASOIAF, it's all shades of grey as far as the humans are concerned.

>>46820794
Yes, objectivists are evil and noblemen are all evil.

>>46820794
>>46820805
Subjectivists are evil, rather. And relativists.

>>46820767
>>46820805
Brynden isn't evi--oh wait you're shit posting, my mistake

>>46820767
There are no good and evil people, only good and evil acts.

>>46820853
Well lad, memes and jokes aside, lets see what he does
>Murdered people for money (merc)
>Lives off the income of other people (nobleman)
>Tortures people (interrogation)
I mean, the other big two are rape and slavery. I don't see how you can argue that he's a good person.

>>46820878
I don't consider noblemen or mercs inherently evil, sorry.

>>46820925
>I don't consider hired killers and thieves inherently evil

>>46820925
Bryden is a nobleman who steals from the people under his rule!

Why should they be forced to pay him ?!

Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?!

>>46820963
No one asked you Ryan

>>46820925

From my perspective the noblemen are evil.

>>46820959
I don't consider soldiers of fortune who fight in foreign armies to kill other soldiers evil, no. As for taxing common folk for his own gain, well fuck then all politicians are evil from a certain point of view

>>46821041
A nobleman taxes to improve the quality of his property, a politician is supposed to be improving the public welfare, they don't always, but they're supposed to. A soldier of fortune doesn't just kill other soldiers of fortune, he kills levied peasants in war and people defending their nations from invasion.

>>46821004
Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?

No says the man in Kings Landing. It belongs to the King

No says the man in Volantis. It belongs to the R'hllor!

No says the woman in Meereen. It belongs to everyone!

>>46821125
>in Meereen

You mean Braavos? The one place where that's actually true?

>>46821146
I was refering to Dany.

>>46821125
No Says the man,
what the fuck would he do with his sweat?
It stinks, its dirty and certainly not fit for drinking. And a man can do better than sweat through the year to water his land.

Leave my sweat alone, you fucking weird bastards.

Can you guys lay off the shitposting for one thread?

>>46821158
Just having a bit of fun while waiting for update.

>>46821064
The common folk live on his land, why shouldn't they pay taxes to help maintain it? As for soldiers killing soldiers, that's the nature of war. More to the point, you are reading a lot into Brynden's mercenary career in assuming he was ever part of an invading force meant to take over another person's country. You have nothing to substantiate that claim other then the knowledge that Bryden was a sellsword who fought in battles

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>>46821158
No

Success, three degrees.

The arrowhead scarps against bone as you press it further into his flesh, slowly rotating it, cutting up his insides during your slow progression. You hardly stop except to ask if he is lying. Three times you repeat this routine before he finally breaks, his screams of pain being hardly a whisper by this point. His body flops against the tree and you let go of the arrow, noting how deep it has dug in, a few more inches and it might puncture his lung.

“H-he is a fake, His name is Tano Osten, a member of the Bright Banners,” he says through labored breath. You cast an eye towards Mason and he nods having caught the wannabe Magisters family name as well, “There was a Golden Company man with the name Dargood, a history, a claim. He killed him, he stole it, made up the name. He went to your Duskendale, convinced the old Knight to purchase our services as a lost relative. The old man only wished for glory again, it was so easy to part him from his money.”

Standing up you wipe the blood from your hands, and look over to Mason, “Think he’s telling the truth?”

“Probably. Except, who tipped Tano to the job?”

“He never said… I swear. Just said he had a contact in Myr. Westeros contract, slave money to be made. We’d be rich…”

You grimace, the names and places fit, very likely it was Tychano Osten’s doing, this Tano Osten was either a cousin or a son, doing some time in a sellsword company as youth typically did in the Free Cities. A few more questions spring to mind as Araden reaches for the arrow in a vain attempt to pull it from his armpit, “Who are the archers that Tano brought, truly Dargood men?”

>>46821158
It's not really shitposting, well, that first guys comment was. It's actually turned into something fairly interesting.

“How did you..? Gods above they are doomed… They are green boys and old men from Duskendale, they don’t know what we’re doing. Tano told the old man we were fighting a war against the last of the dragons and his men would protect our hold against them. He was such a fool. They were the last of his army, and they will die along with the old man’s wishes for glory. If your King finds out what he hired those men to do, even without his knowledge, he will be upon the headman’s block the same as I.”

“A scapegoat,” Mason mutters, “All this time we kept getting leads back towards the Dargoods, an easy fall man with nothing to lose, whereas Royce had everything.”

“And the money they made from slaving…”

“Got funneled right back to Tychano, which went to-”

“Royce.”

You take a deep breath, and running your hands through your hair. Seven fucking Hells, the bloody bastard was smart enough to have a scapegoat, someone to distance himself from all this. Small wonder Varys had warned you against bringing it up, House Dargood would have taken the fall when the Crown’s investigation came through, Royce would have been able to proclaim your slander grounds for war, he would have had the full backings. Frustration overtakes you, and you find yourself growling under your breath after kicking a tree and pounding your fist against it.

“Seven fucking Hells Mason!” you yell, “We’ve got nothing! But innocent blood on our hands and a-n old man who doesn’t know a damn thing about what’s going on! Nothing! Fucking… NOTHING.”

Mason places his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it tightly, “You had to know this would not be easy Brynden. Calm yourself. It will do us no good for you to lose your temper here.”

Your breath is heavy, and you swallow down a gulp of partial air and bile before casting a look towards Araden again, “Where is he? Where is Tano?”

“A-at the ruins, he hides with the goods in the crypt of the hall, there’s a secret door on the side. He will collapse it if you knows you’re coming and flee.”

Mason pulls you up and with both hands on your shoulders looks you straight in the eye, “Brynden, we need to go. Now. We aren’t a distraction anymore. Tano will escape if we don’t get their first. We need him.”

Your eyes wander, the flame still burning brightly but without purpose, they give Araden half a look before meeting with Mason’s again and allowing a nod, “You’re right Mason. Get the Sons mounted and ready, we’ll need to double time it. I’ll deal with Araden.”

Mason nods in return patting your shoulder roughly before leaving off, yelling for his men to get back in order. You allow yourself to look at Araden Ormion fully, he shudders in pain now, his eyes half glazed over now. He will die within the hour, or maybe over the course of six, in extreme agony after your torturing. To grant him the gift of mercy would be a small thing.

>Allow Araden Ormion to bleed out and die in agony
>Grant the man mercy and put him out of his misery

>>46821302
>Grant the man mercy and put him out of his misery

>>46821302
>Grant the man mercy and put him out of his misery

>>46821302
>>Allow Araden Ormion to bleed out and die in agony
He kept trying to lie.

>>46821302
>Grant the man mercy and put him out of his misery

Just cut his throat and be done with it.

>>46821302
>>Grant the man mercy and put him out of his misery

>>46821208
>His land
Land his murdering ancestors stole, lad.

>>46821302
>>Grant the man mercy and put him out of his misery
We said we would

>>46821302
>>Grant the man mercy and put him out of his misery

>>46821302
>Grant the man mercy and put him out of his misery
He finally answered honestly, so I'm okay with euthanizing the poor sod.

That's a pretty sweet rig, no way Royce came up with it himself

>>46821360
And when the common people decide 'fuck nobility' they can kill them and steal the land from them, and then somewhere down the line some other country will push their shit in and take the land.

>>46821420
That's why you have a republic, like based Braavos. The greatest nation that ever was.

>>46821442
>Braavos
>Great

Pssh sure kid

>>46821302
>Grant the man mercy and put him out of his misery

Time to go catch a key pawn.

We'll need him, the captain (or key person) of the pirates raiding our iron, and control of this area, before we go to the hand with this. Maybe have to suck up at court a little too, to improve our standing.

>>46821442
Braavos is the closest thing to a real-world nation in ASOIAF.

I would've said the US but that would've triggered a europoor prolly

>>46821462
>Social mobility
>Everyone has to beg them for money
>Rich culture

>>46821538
He was obviously shit posting

>>46821477
Eh, westeros is an exagerated version of the british isles at the time of the war of the roses.
Braavos is not really unique in being alike a city of real.

>>46821554
You just wait intill they have to provide ships for a military campaign against Slavers Bay and they sack Volantis.

Don't you think we should be coming up with ways to save innocent lives? House Dargood was just a pawn, it doesn't do us any good to have them go down with this ship.

>>46821538
please, don't make me fish out a shitpost webm.

>>46821618
Yeah but they still want to kill us based solely on the fact of our lineage, so there still assholes

>>46821618
Well, if we can convince them to turn to our side via secret messages, and help us get the info we need, this shit could go better. They will probably end up having to claim asylm in neighbouring lands or such for protection until its resolved, but its better than being run over by the crown as a scape goat.

We need to catch someone of import first though, and get him to spill the beans.

Is there any feasible path to diplomancing Dargood and getting him to spill the beans on Royce's involvement?

Just spitballing.

Since the road to Crackclaw point pass near Duskendale, it could serve as reason to meet with the old man, give him a chance to save it's skin. If he refuses, then at least we tried.

>Everyone suddenly trying to be merciful in relation to the Dargoods so they can pretend Brynden is a good person

>>46821950
kill them what does mercy matter?

>>46821950
Man is being set up. Provide proof of being set up and an offer to help them out of it, and you'll find that keeping their house alive, and honourable (since he wanted glory etc) will be very quickly agreed to.

>>46821987
The Dargoods are in the perfect position to help us get full, irrefutable proof. With that, we will have everything to wreck redbastard in the manner of our choosing.

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>>46822022

Guys would Bryden honestly be merciful to people who are actively trying to destroy his lands? Att he end of the day they still signed up knowinng they would be trying to destroy the Malroys

>>46822022

It's not about mercy, it's about getting Dargood to implicate Royce when he goes down for running a slave racket. Currently we have fuckall tying Royce to this, which is what we need. I don't really give a shit about Dargood.

>>46822067
so we make to capture him, the rest of his men can die for all it matters

>>46822100

You don't undermine the Crown's authority by carrying out their job for them. What you're proposing is like a plainclothes civilian making arrests and carrying out sentencing for illegal activity without the input of the police or the courts. In other words, what you're proposing is fucking retarded and likely to land us in trouble.

>>46822142
the fuck are you on about?

Aren't the Darke/Darkwood/Dargood houses that more or less survived the Defiance? I doubt they'd take kindly to having a cousin getting attack by another house, even if the house is right about it's motive for the attack. Do we really need another set of enemies while still having Royce/Landward/Saltigar about?

>>46822222
an exiled and forgotten cousin from the sounds of it

besides he's broken the kings peace and hasn't got a half a clue as to whats going on currently in regards to the rebellion

>>46822222
The real cousin's been dead for a while, if anything they'll help us to destroy Royce for using an impostor to try and make them into scapegoats.

>>46822266
The actual exiled and forgotten cousin was murdered and his identity stolen. And it sounds like that identity was used to convince "real" dargoods to get in on the scheme to be fall guys.

>>46822222

Damn, checked.

The dirk upon your breast comes easy, hardly more than a jiggle as you unlatch it from its place and kneel down beside Araden Ormion. His head swings to the side, his tongue hanging loose from his mouth, the half glazed look of a man upon the brink of death begs you for mercy more than his words ever could. The knife cuts easily, the blood draining from his neck in spurts before he finally takes his last breath with half lidded eyes and slums into death. You clean the dirk on what little bit of his tonic was blood free and carefully place it back in its sheathe. As you turn you see Mason wrangling Goldsong and bringing him forward, the rest of the Sons having begun to wind up into a gallop.

You swing up into your seat, a well placed hand fingering your sword, the bow and arrows, small ticks counting out the arrows you had left, enough for a night, enough to serve. The plan had been to arrive at dusk, make camp for a few hours and then go on foot cause the distraction moments before dawn and the main host attacked. There was a new sense of urgency now, Tano Osten would flee the moment the main host arrived, burying the truth under rubble, sacrificing House Dargood’s men to protect the secret. The slightest whisper of a slave ring would have the Crown out in full force and they would run what was left of the Dargoods through, you would be commended no doubt, but for the wrong reasons, for the wrong man. Any future case against Royce would be seen as petty. You needed to capture him, immediately. Tano was the link between Tychano and Royce, you could just feel it.Yet in your gut you felt wrong, it was dangerous, it was putting your men at risk. You knew what needed to be done, yet upon the same coin you felt only doubt where Mason felt certainty.

The day wore long as you raced through the Princewood, the final speckles of sun having disappeared once you arrived at the point of no return on Mors’ map. With a soft pat you hand Goldsong over, latching your bow and quiver to your back, assuring your sword was in place and leading your men into the dark abyss. They were on edge you could feel it, the screams and truths Araden had uttered were not lost upon them, Mason had explained the change in plans, and they followed, as they always had. A part of you remembered Sallo Rhod and Asher, the days when they would follow after you in battle, when Illiad would ride alongside you. Since coming to Westeros you had lost more men than in three years with the Second Sons. It felt wrong, as if you had failed them. Yet they followed, and trusted you even. Was it undeserved? You could not answer yourself.

The flickers of campfires appear in the distance when you look through your myrish lens, giving you a small sense of joy, by the moon you guessed it had been one or two in the AM, Your men were tired, as were you but the circumstances were dire, your mind singularly focused to pull your body through aching pain. It had not been the first time, unlikely to be the last, and you knew you owed your men more than a keg and free run of the local taverns after this.

“This looks like the wall,” Mason whispers to you, “We can probably climb over the trees here and drop down in the corner. Then make our way up towards the hall and find this secret door.”

“It’s likely to be heavily guarded. Are you certain we wish to do this now? If things go to hell Mason, it’s the Sons against four hundred men. Those odds are not in our favor. We could always wait until dawn as was agreed, in the chaos we could race there, those in the crypts may yet die but we can catch him on the run during the chaos.”

“And risk innocent lives.”

“Tano is all we need Mason. One man. I know, I hate to sacrifice the innocent as much as you do. But what good will it do if half the Sons die in the attempt? It’s suicidal. This isn’t like you.”

“Good men and women are trapped in that crypt Brynden, those soldiers are innocent boys being sent to the slaughter. Dontos will hold no mercy for them. We can avoid a slaughter, a bloodbath if we capture the man tonight.”

You hold your breath, watching the wall in the distance. The decision was yours in the end, even Mason knew that. To risk your men, yourself, to save innocents and capture the pawn. Or go through with the plan as described, provide the distraction and attempt to capture the man in the ensuing chaos, while potentially sacrificing the Dargood Archers and those trapped in the crypts.

What to do, what to do.
>Engage in a dangerous midnight raid to capture Tano Osten, potentially saving lives in the process
>Go through with the plan as intended, be the distraction and in the ensuing chaos attempt to capture Tano Osten

>>46822487
>>Engage in a dangerous midnight raid to capture Tano Osten, potentially saving lives in the process

>>46822487
>Engage in a dangerous midnight raid to capture Tano Osten, potentially saving lives in the process

>>46822487
>Engage in a dangerous midnight raid to capture Tano Osten, potentially saving lives in the process

Go big or go home. We need the dagger to stab Royce with, and then, with him out of the way, we can well and truly get back to the real work of rebuilding our holdings.

>>46822487
>Engage in a dangerous midnight raid to capture Tano Osten, potentially saving lives in the process

>>46822487
>Engage in a dangerous midnight raid to capture Tano Osten, potentially saving lives in the process
This is a bad idea and I'm still voting for it.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>46822487
Dice roll oh!

>>46822487
>>Engage in a dangerous midnight raid to capture Tano Osten, potentially saving lives in the process
Having the slaves as proof is better than just having dead bodies that can't confess against the bastard

>>46822487
>Engage in a dangerous midnight raid to capture Tano Osten, potentially saving lives in the process

>>46822487
>Engage in a dangerous midnight raid to capture Tano Osten, potentially saving lives in the process
Fuck the smallfolk, it'll just give Brynden another story to tell.

>>46822487
>>Engage in a dangerous midnight raid to capture Tano Osten, potentially saving lives in the process

I'm actually surprised by that response, well that it wasn't more divided I mean. Dangerous midnight raid it is, you crazy sons of bitches.

Alright, and as I said at the beginning thread might be a bit shorter, but it did end up that I'm going to need to cut it off here unfortunately. I'm actually going to be late because I had to go at 8 EST, so yeah. Unless I get back earlier than expected, consider this:

[End of Chapter XXXIX]

Good news however, I plan to run tomorrow at either 3PM or 4PM EST, and have another shorter thread, and we'll dive right into the insanity that this is going to be. So yeah, sorry guys for the short thread, I'm going to archive and disappear for a few hours. Thank you all for playing as always.

>>46822487
Woah, risk our very lives.
If we die here royce has our sister forever, you stupid motherfuckers. Family above those innocents. who gives a fuck.

>>46822503
et tu sleepy
Why has thy abandoned me targfag

>>46822643

Sweet.

I'll probably be cleaning house or going to see Zootopia, but I'll try to make the thread.

>>46822643
Thanks for running daddy.

>>46822643
Awesome, take care mate. Thread will probably still be up when you come back

>>46822643
Thanks for the run And be safe.

>>46822643
We have to get the brownie points now that we're objectively evil. But once we save a bunch of slaves we can pretend to be a good guy again.

>>46822643
Danke Padre and have a good 'un

>>46822643

No worries Pops, was a good thread. See you tomorrow.

>>46822643
sweet thanks dad

Anyone else think we should send Illiad/cutthroats to braavos to prevent redfuck from selling the egg and possibly try to take it back?

seriously if he sells that egg we're in trouble

>>46822697
>objectively evil
Fuck off with that shit posting horse shit

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>>46822788
>>46822820
Sell me on why Brynden is a good guy and not a bad guy.

>>46822854
The burden of proof is on you since you are making the claim that he's objectively evil. All I've seen so far is unsubstantied or subjective arguments, none of which a) prove that there is an objective evil or that b) Brynden is such an objective evil. Nice try though, got me to respond

>>46823006
He killed people for a living, he lives off the wages of others and he tortures people for information.

>>46823082
>he lives off the wages of others
We make most of our money by trade in goods and horses, and tolling the road we protect fampai.

>>46823125
Are you going to dispute the other two points?

>>46823151
Both of those are subjective evils.

>>46823225
Can you explain to me how murder and torture are good then, thanks.

>>46823259
>Murder

Sellswords typically fight armies, if we had a detailed history of what Brynden did then we could make an actual judgement. But we don't

>torture
Treating an enemy ill is rarely an evil, especially when you can use that information to save people's lives.

>>46823314
>Treating an enemy ill is rarely an evil, especially when you can use that information to save people's lives.
Moral relativists are truly the scum of the earth

>>46823259

Killing an armed man in armed combat is not murder.

Torture is definitely a more evil deed, but in every case it has been to the end to depose a much more evil ruler who is causing widespread misery.

>>46823409
Brynden is at best questionable.

>>46823082
>he killed people for a living
So does just about every career soldier. Soldiers don't work for free, unless they were thralls or slaves
>he lives off the wages of others
Brynden made most of his money through trade, the dowry, and the reward for the archery competition. He taxes his small folks wages and has been using part of that money to restore his holding's infrastructure or military, with plans to expand and invest in local businesses once the conflict with Royce is over. Sounds like a politician to me
>he tortures people
Yup, he tortured people who were participating in a plot to murder him and his family. It's unethical by modern day standards, but this isn't modern day.

>>46822854
Literally read all of Illiad's thread, his backstory is easily the best example of Brynden being an innately good person. Brynden hates slavers, Father has said he never went past Volantis personally to avoid having to work with the worst of it.

Really Father does a good job of skewing the lines between good and evil into that more grey morality that is a part of the setting. Yes Royce is probably the most inherently evil person we've seen in the setting outside of people like Gregor. But Brynden toes about that line, a lot of ends justify the means situations that play well to the setting and other characters from it.

That and it's the best indication of Brynden's vice (Vengeful), that he loses control of himself and goes down those darker paths during situations where his motive (Family) and goal (Justice) are at stake. The quest is called Revenge and Gold people, there is going to be some revenge having.

10/10 got me to reply, etc.

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>>46821477
>Braavos is the closest thing to a real-world nation in ASOIAF.
You mean 'run by asshole bankers and corrupt political families'?

Fair.

>>46822648
>Why has thy abandoned me targfag
I don't actually disagree with trying to be a big damn hero.

If you'll remember, the archers were one of the biggest worries when we were planning our assault on the camp because they could bombard our troops with impunity on the approach.

If we can remove them from the equation, then great. We don't only save the Dargoods, but a whole mess of our men as well - assuming we're successful.

>Gold and Glory barely gets 100 posts with a handful of posters
>this easily gets ~300 posts per thread with 40 some posters per thread now

What the hell happened? Do people not like Page anymore?

>>46823409
while I don't believe Brynden's a bad person I do believe he has killed Innocents before.

there's a reason he no longer take contracts from Volantis

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>>46825869
>What the hell happened?
Dunno. I never read a Gold and Glory thread so I couldn't say.

I tend to try and stay away from quests, honestly.

>Do people not like Page anymore?
Who?

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>mfw coming back to thread

Allllllrighty then. Don't think I'm going to weigh in much on this one. I suppose Brynden's "morality" is in the eyes of the beholder, though personally I still see him as a good person at heart. And that's all I'll say on that.

>>46826244
>I tend to try and stay away from quests, honestly.
Funny that I somehow wrangled you in.

>Who?
Page is the guy that runs Iron and Hate, Gold and Glory is his side quest, for lack of a better term. William Bordain is the MC. God that quests is over 3 years old now, that's weird as hell.

Suppose if anyone is around I can answer questions until we fall off.

>>46826514
Any thoughts on the shitposting?

>>46826514
Uh....

where would you want to live on Planetos?

>>46826514

I liked Iron and Hate but the sidequest kind of bores me. I get that Page hit a wall with the Bordain plot, it happens sometimes.

What I want to know is when the hell is somebody going to man up and run an Ironborn quest.

>>46826773
You do it.

>>46826773
>I liked Iron and Hate but the sidequest kind of bores me.

I totally agree.

Personally, I really like Iron and Hate, but the side quest is pretty boring. Especially considering how long it takes for Page to start running again.

>when the hell is somebody going to man up and run an Ironborn quest.

There was a House creation thread with an Ironborn house, but that's all that happened.

And a section in Iron and Hate Quest, when Will-yam joins the fight against the Ironborn Rebellion, where we follow an Ironborn character would be interesting. Would also be entertaining to see how terrifying it'd be to go up against the Mad Miner in combat.

>>46826875

The biggest difficulty I see in running an Ironborn quest is that it's almost innately not-Ironborn to sit in your castle and manage your holdings and be diplomatic and whatnot. You just want to get out there and rape and pillage the entire eastern coastal half of Westeros.

Which could make it a thinly veiled viking quest in Westeros, and that would probably be great fun.

>>46826576
Eh, it is what it is. We're on 4chan, it's to be expected. I'm actually kind of surprised it hadn't popped up earlier. I think of late it's been a byproduct of the increased interest in the setting with the new season of GoT, and the influx of House Creation threads without any payoff. Hoping House Gauthier makes a good run of it.

I always knew my quest was going to have the hardest time getting 'popular' even though that was never my intent. I pre-genned, gimped you guys to hell in certain regards and it just sort of appeared out of nowhere after Brachen fizzled and I&H went on hiatus. I always assumed if I got shitposting it would just be minor stuff, which to me, it really is. So long as I stay on my game we generally do pretty well.

>>46826728
The North or Ibben. I like really cold places for some reason.

>>46826773
>I get that Page hit a wall with the Bordain plot, it happens sometimes.
Yeah I sort of got the same feeling with the threads right before his hiatus. Having the twins was sort of the book end for "season 2", after that what is there to do I guess? I think him time jumping to Greyjoy's Rebellion will help him out a lot, give Bordain something to aim all that hate at again.

>What I want to know is when the hell is somebody going to man up and run an Ironborn quest.
Tell you what I was so down for the Ironborn House near Lonely Light that got rolled up a few weeks ago. The amount of crazy shit you could get into there would have been awesome. But for real, if someone nutted the fuck up and rolled a "Harrock looks like easy mode in comparison" ironborn quest I'd be all over that.

>>46826951
>The biggest difficulty I see in running an Ironborn quest is that it's almost innately not-Ironborn to sit in your castle and manage your holdings and be diplomatic and whatnot.

We could play the youngest son, who works as the house steward while his father goes out raiding and raping.

Possibly have siblings.

>>46826972

I've considered doing an ASOIAF so many times, the amount of pre-research I'd have to do always stops me short, though. I already run a quest on Anonkun, I doubt I'd have time to do both without sacrificing quality on either side.

>>46826972
>if someone nutted the fuck up and rolled a "Harrock looks like easy mode in comparison" ironborn quest I'd be all over that.

I'm rethinking my idea >>46827032

Maybe there could be an Ironborn Quest where /tg/ plays one child from a group of siblings, the father either a seasoned reaver or he ends up dead from the Rebellion, and they have to manage the house while reigning in the other siblings.

Sorta like the Greyjoys, with Balon, Euron and Victarion.

>>46826951
I think it would have to be set way out of the other /tg/ House's timelines to be effective. Sometime during House Hoare's rise to power and reign of terror would be fitting. Though prepare for a good fucking when Aegon comes to play.

There is always the option of doing a 'A Song of Raping 'n Pillaging: An Ironborn's Tale' without the House mechanics. Attack fat pentoshi cogs, adding their ship and wealth to your own, taking their women for salt wives. Travel the seas, seeing the wonders of the world as you pillage and rape your way across the coastline. Become the most frightening pirate/viking to sail the seas, your name becomes legend as your fleet expands, your prowess grows, and wealth expands.

I'd play it.

>>46827060
I'll be honest, I've spent way too much time researching the setting. Half the time during a thread I actively have to google something to figure out who the hell I'm talking about. It's a large investment for a pre-established setting with a rather large following. So yeah, you do you. The system is great fun, but sacrificing quality on either side isn't fair to anyone, yourself included.

>>46827114
You know that would be interesting to play with. Youngest son of four trying to keep his family's House from ruin post Rebellion, and then leading into Greyjoy's Rebellion would be interesting. I imagine him having gotten married to some soft riverland girl and they give him shit about it all the time.

>>46827215
>having gotten married to some soft riverland girl and they give him shit about it all the time.

That's good, but maybe not Riverlands.

Westerland girl or someone from the Reach?

The difference would be greater and more entertaining, I think.

>>46827114
>Maybe there could be an Ironborn Quest where /tg/ plays one child from a group of siblings, the father either a seasoned reaver or he ends up dead from the Rebellion, and they have to manage the house while reigning in the other siblings.

"You are the youngest ironborn of a clutch of nobles. Your elder brothers tend towards being gruff and violent, but the eldest recognises your worth as a steward. While none of your half-brothers are particularly numerate, you were brought up by your mother - a Braavosi your father took as a salt wife after raiding trading vessels in the far off narrow sea."

"Are you a bad enough dude to keep your brothers from rushing to their deaths?"

>>46827319
>"Are you a bad enough dude to keep your brothers from rushing to their deaths?"

Pretty much.

Maybe a rebellious sister or two.

>>46827215
So papa in our current situation name our chance of A: becoming a major player by say late 297. B: our chance of becoming a major player in crown lands politics (like top three) and C: our chance to laugh maniacally as the rebel houses screw each other over

>>46827800
Well I'd say A 1/10 B 8/10 C 10/10

>>46827800
>A
I'll answer regarding the Crownlands and the Kingdoms at large. For the former, middling to good chance. The Crownlands don't have the most ambitious or powerful Houses when compared to the other Kingdoms, but I could see House Malroy becoming a primary banner on the level of House Umber or Crakehall. Respected, known. able to marry outside their immediate sphere. They were at just about that level prior to the Rebellion, a bit lower when compared to House Velaryon and Celtigar however. For the Kingdoms at large, unlikely, the Malroys are a regional power to be certain, but against the powerhouses in the Reach and Westerlands they pale in comparison.

>B
Politically speaking? Maybe just outside the cusp of top 3 but depending upon the timeframe and the actions taken a good chance to bound into it. I imagine House Malroy will do well with Jon Arryn for the next decade and handful of years, raising their political stock but historically speaking the Malroys are a militaristic House, they are a powerful and well positioned land based House that holds a crucial location along the Blackwater Rush. Renly, Stannis, and the Crown would all very much and likely prefer to have the Malroys on their side as Steadhold provides an excellent staging ground and can throttle attacks coming from the western front with relative ease. So in a sense they will be catapulted up the pecking order politically if they can maneuver their military value during the WotFKs to their advantage and not get screwed over in the process. Tyrion as Hand would be a particularly interesting encounter in this regard.

>C
Pretty damn good. Obella is going to preach neutrality during the entirety of the WotFKs only sending the token force the Crown demands during the Battle of the Blackwater. Meanwhile Brynden can sit and get fat off the various gifts and offers those trying to court him to their sides would offer. Well before Tywin became Hand and began putting fools in place.

>>46828227
>Well before Tywin became Hand and began putting fools in place.
Well he comes down the Blackwater Rush on barges with the Tyrells to defend King's Landing.

So it's a good chance they'd drag us along at that point.

I doubt we'd object, given the might of the reach and westerlands will be literally passing through our lands.

>>46825869
I'm not really a big fan of Iron and Hate, or House Karban or whatever. I like how this and House Brachen have approached the setting, feels a bit more gritty you know? I like Page though, he's nice, just not a fan of Bordain.

>>46828227
Yeah that sounds about right. We make a great regional power and I can see us probably pulling ahead more then our family did pre rebellion if we play our cards right, but other then that I think that's about it

>>46828227
It's kind of funny that no one, not even Brynden himself pre rebellion, thought he'd be a good lord. It's kind of sad that the only real opportunity we have to show that we can be is with a large portion of our family dead and them none the wiser.

>>46828423
Valid points all around. I can't speak to the decisions in the future (if we get that far), so I didn't want to get too in depth regarding that but I always figured it would go one of three ways.

>join Renly, defect back to the Crown after spooky vagina magic and march with the relief force under Tywin and the Reach host

>remain loyal and active, having a big part in the defense of King's Landing working with Tyrion to provide a sizable boost to their garrison

>decide to be neutral only paying token forces to the Crown before Tywin and the Reach rolls up and commit fully marching with the relief force because how do you say no to Tywin FUCKING Lannister

>>46828534
Karban has a special place in my heart for being the first major GoT quest. Harrock is my personal favorite of the major ones however. Love Page as well, think he's a great guy, but yeah Iron and Hate doesn't quite do it for me from a setting perspective. Would love to see Bordain get shit on more.

I've spent so much time trying to perfect my approach to the setting, it makes me real happy whenever people appreciate it.

>>46828599
Basically yeah it is, and I mean that's pretty typical for any Crownlands House. It's really all about who Brynden throws his lot in with down the line. Varys might have some hand in that as well, but older wiser Brynden will likely be better at navigating the shitstorm the WotFKs will be. And then there's Dany or Aegon and that whole mess.

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>>46828648
>if we get that far

Don't you remember? You're here forever!

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>>46828648
You mean the rightful King and Queen?

Just kidding. They're both terrible choices. Aegon would make Westeros a Pentoshi puppet, more sympathetic to slavers and slavery, and Dany is... Dany. She's fucking terrible.

>>46828719
Well Stannis the mannis is king we need, but he's faffing about.

>>46828719
>Dany is... Dany

You act like that's going to matter to Dontos.

No for real though I agree regarding both. They'd both make absolutely shit rulers.

Honest to god there isn't a single claimant I'd seriously support.

>>46828636
Brynden was actually probably the least confident of all the family. His father at least thought he would make a vague attempt at it if it came down to it, in his later years at least. Fresh off the boat Brynden was ready for the place to go down in flames in two months tops. Funny how things worked out for you guys. Fucking archery contest.

>>46828702
Until I disappear forever and the curse of the GoT QMs continues.