>>418634
First

>>418634
This should be thread 3 famalam

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You decide to risk the frostbite, braving the frozen Northern temperatures. Tyrion discovering your lie – well, your double lie – could undo everything you've been trying to accomplish. You can make by with one less pinky toe, or pinky finger or the tip of your nose. Although you'd really prefer to stay as intact as possible.

You shiver, freeze and endure the harsh mistress that is the Northern winds AND her sister – the bitter cold – for eighteen grueling days.

Despite shivering so much you're scared icicles might form on the roof of your mouth and your tongue may freeze and break off in your throat, you attempt to converse with Jon Snow.

“So I heard there was a dragon under Winterfell,” you comment in an attempt to break the ice. And you think that might be literal as you feel your numb tongue start to warm again from the energy of movement.

Jon merely snickers. “Nah, s'just hot springs keeping the castle warm. Tha's jus' a story Old Nan tells Rickon when she wants to make him smile.” His eyes squint as he studies your even-paler-than-usual face. "You look pretty bad.”

Your uncle didn't seem to think so you think but do not express. “Cold's getting to me.”

Jon Snow laughs. “What happened to being born more North than me?” Jon asks incredulously.

“Born is a lot different than lived, Snow.” You decide to change the subject. “Why did you pick up that skinny sword from Mikken? Looked a bit thin for you and I see you don't have it with you.” You already know the answer to your line of inquiry, but it's best if you get him to open up about it rather than freak him out by acting prophetic and creepy.

“It was for a friend.” He grimaces after the vague lie. A few seconds pass before he looks back to you to speak more plainly and in-depth. “My half-sister. Arya. She's a girl and meant to be raised as a proper noble lady, but she's always had a fierce side to her. We were . . . close. I gave her that sword as a present so she can practice with it. Skinny and small – just like her.”

You nod your head and smile, which the bastard returns – a grin filled with warm memories but also a twinge of sadness. He doubts he'll ever see her again, you suppose. And as far as you're aware – he never does.

Feeling your bladder urge for release, you excuse yourself, telling Jon you're taking a piss in privacy and move into the nearby Wolfswood to water a mighty, grey-green sentinel

You relieve yourself, half-scared your cock just might freeze in your hands as it juts proudly from between the flap in your thick breeches. The piss steams in the cold air as it arcs into the light snow around the base of the tree – staining a patch of the white blanket yellow.

You need to drink more water, you realize.

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“AHHHHHHHH,” you hear the scream from behind you, occurring so suddenly it shocks you. Good thing you were already pissing. You quickly button your pants and turn round. The yell sounded like it came back from where you left Jon Snow, alone. You dash between the various trees and come back to the small clearing where you two were standing watch.

Jon Snow stands fiercely, tall and regal, as Lord Tyrion lies in the snow holding his hands up to protect his face. In between the two of them you spot the albino direwolf himself – Ghost. That thing had a tendency to sneak up and scare the bejeezus out of you when you'd catch a glimpse of his white fur or red eyes in your peripheral vision. He's gotten much bigger than when you spied the small pup around Winterfell, silently tagging to Jon Snow's ankles like the animal was his own shadow.

The direwolf – despite being too mute a killer to growl – bares his fangs and menaces your fallen employer. Jon Snow looks on with a facial expression filled with anger and disgust. He won't be calling his hound to heel, you realize. Which could prove very poorly for Lord Tyrion.

>Interpose yourself between Tyrion and Ghost
>Stay back and don't risk getting bit
>Something else? (write-in)

>>418667
>Interpose yourself between Tyrion and Ghost
Mention how its important to be civil.

>>418667

Interpose but not aggressively, dont want to antagonize ghost.

Ask what is going on

>>418667
Backing this

Woof at the angry doggo.

>>418667
>Interpose yourself between Tyrion and Ghost
Ghost please don't chew his face off, he already has a bad nickname. Lean to tyrion... What did you do sir?

>>418667
>Something else? (write-in)
Tell Jon to fucking do something

Changing vote from >>418688
to >>418690

But still woof at the doggo.

>>418667
>>Interpose yourself between Tyrion and Ghost
Not aggressively, don't want to antagonize ghost.

If we act like a hero to Tyrion we get massive cash.

Get Jon to do something
Also do a friendly woof at the dog

I think this is a good chance to hint too Jon we are a seer. Tell him ghost is gonna get huge we bet.

Maybe ask tyrion if he insulted Jon with bustard or something. Then give Jon a good little speech about wearing insults like armor and so on

Roll me 1d100, best of 3. This is a handle animal check.

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>418737

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>418737

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>418737

>>418743
>>418741
>>418740


You HAD to woof at the doggo didn't you?

Writing!

>>418745
YOU MOTHER FUCKER IF YOU DO WHAT I THINK YOU'RE GOING TO I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN

So what's the plan? Go climb a tree and hope he doesn't knock it down

>>418750
You woofed at a fucking dog retard what the hell were you expecting.

Plague and Inky, tag team duo of retarded ideas.

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>>418763
>I was only PRETENDING

>pic related

kill me. I take this shit way too seriously, and I've got nothing going for me. Please.

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You rush out into the clearing and stand between the halfman and the albino. Your hand rests on the pommel of your sword, but you try not to make any aggressive moves that might encourage the massive canine to leap at you.

“Get out of the way, Will,” Jon commands gruffly. “Ghost'll tear your throat out before you unsheathe that weapon.”

Nah.

You got this.

You take your right hand off the pommel of your sword and extend out your left hand in a placating but assertive stance towards the oversized dog.

Ghost's eyes, alight with an intelligence far greater than that of a simple canine, shifts his attention to you as you take merely one step forward in your attempt to appease the savage beast.

“Woof,” you utter the sound, almost a joke of a thought you let fly without allowing your inhibitions to properly clamp down on how stupid that idea is. Jon is bewildered for a mere moment as Ghost takes your noise as an excuse to leap forward.

He soars through the air, a lightning bolt of white fur as his wide maw closes round your outstretched hand, the eye teeth sinking deep into your extremity. Blood gushes from the wound as pain shoots through your arm despite how numb it was mere seconds ago due to the cold.

It is your turn to scream into the night air.

>Roll me 1d100, best of 3. This is a willpower check.

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>418853

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>418853
gg

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>418853
FUCK YOU INKY

>>418860
It's fine Velo, it was Plague idea all the time. So blame him for that, not my shitty rolls m8. :^)

>>418860
Tell the dog "Do you mind?" Scoff then find out what is happening.

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>>418860

>>418860
Tell John to get him off, it tingles.

>>418860
Nice

Update never

>>419014
Up date soon fool

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After the initial shriek of pain you hyper focus and enter an extreme state of calm. Blood is spurting out of the wound, staining the snow and Ghost's muzzle the same shade of red.

You hear Tyrion scrabble to his feet as Jon shouts at his direwolf. You don't pull your hand away from the biting beast, despite the intense pain, for fear he'll tear something important with his wickedly sharp teeth. Desperate hope the animal doesn't shake your hand about like it was trying to wring a rabbit's neck proves fruitful as Ghost halts at Jon's commanding yell.

“Ghost, let go,” Jon gruffly orders. Ghost opens his jaw and stalks back to his owner.

You pull your hand back and look at the damage. Four big puncture marks still leaking blood into the snow.

Tyrion waddles up to you from behind. “Your pet better not have ruined my bard's playing hand, bastard.” You cradle the wounded appendage.

“I warned him, dwarf!” Jon declares defensively.

“What's going on?” you demand, angered by pure hurt and adrenaline.

“Apparently the Stark response to hearing the cold, hard truth is violence,” Tyrion explains.

“Lord Tyrion insulted the Night's Watch. I guess Ghost didn't take kindly to the disrespect,” Jon supplies his own version of events.

“You ordered your dog to attack me,” Tyrion replies.

“I did no such thing.” He probably did, being a warg and all. Doesn't realize his empathetic connection the animal led to the direwolf lashing out at Tyrion, however. “Perhaps Ghost mistook you for a grumpkin, dwarf.”

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Suddenly you hear the stomping of fast-paced footsteps. Benjen, Yoren and Tyrion's two guards appear on the scene, their swords in their hands. Quickly observing the situation, all of them leap into action.

Tyrion's guards go to him, Yoren moves towards Jon Snow while Benjen . . . Benjen approaches you.

He looks from your mangled hand, to the blood in the snow and finally to the red dripping from the lips of his nephew's dangerous and deadly pet. He sighs out.

Wordlessly gesturing for you to let him see your hand, you oblige the First Ranger's silent request. Inspecting it thoroughly, but clinically, he gingerly moves and rotatesyour han. Whenever you seethe in pain, he applies a bit more tenderness to the action. After a few moments of study he pulls out a bag of herbs and sprinkles something on the wounds the wound that stings so badly you almost – ALMOST – let out another pained screech. Afterwards, he wraps your hand in a cloth bandage.

Benjen fixes his nephew with a hard stare. “What would your father think if he knew you were letting your pet maul strangers.”

“I believe Lord Eddard would be proud, actually,” Tyrion opines dryly, wit and authority re-established now that he can safely hide behind two, strong sword arms. “His sigil shares the same distaste for Lannisters. I am surprised Eddard isn't the one who taught the direwolf to attack those blonde of hair.”

“Don't speak about my father like that!” Jon responds angrily, Ghost already looking on edge again. “You besmirch his honor.”

“I believe your existence – bastard – besmirches Lord Eddard's honor,” Tyrion retorts.

Yoren chews and spits out sourleaf, another red splotch of snow added to the scenery. “I'm not quite sure about that,” he says, his teeth stained as red as Ghost's lips by the plant's juice, a fine facsimile for blood. “Beasts that live north of the wall tend to glut themselves on the weak and the grotesque when the offer presents itself. I hear the wildlings leave the babes born sick or disfigured out in the woods to feed the wolves.”

“How lucky I am then that I wasn't born a wildling. I appreciate your dedication to keeping those savages at bay.” Tyrion smirks with the sarcastic compliment.

Yoren shrugs. “I've come to find the wildlings aren't wrong about everything.”

One of Tyrion's guards does more than bristle at the insult. His hand goes to his sword. “You insult or threaten my lord –”

“One more time and he ends up one servant fewer,” Yoren interrupts the speech. “There's two of you and one of me. You're outnumbered.”

“Quiet!” Benjen orders, trying to calm the situation. The atmosphere becomes silent, but retains the built up tension. You have a chance to speak up if you wish.

>Your nephew fucked up
>Forgive my lord's wit, it is often too harsh for its own good
>The whole situation is my fault
>Remain silent
>Something else? (write-in)

>>419055
Forgive

Someone smart say something that sounds good

>>419055
>Write-in
Start playing on our lute one handed or singing to try and defuse the situation. We are a bard this is entire shindig.

>>419055
>Your nephew fucked up
I don't think he realises how closely his pet watches his emotions

>>419055
>The whole situation is my fault
We did something exceptionally stupid, this is the way to go

>>419055
>(write-in)
"I should have known better than to stick my hand out to a dire wolf who's still growing, it's a good thing I still have my hand and no one's dead"

>>419055
>The whole situation is my fault
We did kind of fuck it up with the woof thing.
But mainly it's everyone fault, but blaming it on others will only lead to nothing.

>>419055
>The whole situation is my fault

>>419092
Not even ashamed.

>The Whole situation was my fault.

Fuckin, tell Jon to wear his insults like armor. As a bard we know that words hurt as much as steel.

I sound like an anti-bully campaign, fuck

Roll me 1d100 + 10, best of 3. This is a diplomacy check.

Rolled 29 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>419105

Rolled 41 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>419105

Rolled 36 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>419105

Not rolling to hot tonight

We failed the roll, we sound like pussy.

>>419137
You need to say "FUCK YOU INKY" when you roll if you wanna have good rolls.

We took the safe choice if we blamed someone they'll get mad at us. We just sound like we a fag

>>419148
That's the only way to break the curse. Keep it up I want William to make it.

it's just inky and plague holding us down

>>419156
Who?

>>419162
Two people who should eternally be banned from this quest for conspiring to kill William

>>419166
They sound terrible.

>>419176
You have no idea

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“I'm sorry. The whole situation is my fault,” you explain.

“Don't try to protect him!” Tyrion snaps at you. “The boy needs to learn.”

Benjen grabs his belt. “I find myself agreeing with the Imp unfortunately. Jon, if that direwolf causes any more trouble –”

“He won't. I promise.” Jon Snow snaps, his words dripping with angst. He turns on his heels and whistles for Ghost to follow. The direwolf treads after him as quiet as a mouse.

Benjen gives you a sly look. “Your hand should heal up perfectly fine. The poultice I applied eliminated any chance of infection. You'll keep the hand and your musical skills. Rest is all you'll need.”

“Thank you Benjen,” you tell him. He nods his head.

As the Night's watchmen leave Tyrion slaps you on the lower back. “You can rest in my carriage, Shakespeare.”

You receive three more gold dragons from the dwarf who pays you and get to recuperate for the last few days of your trip to the Wall in relative comfort and warmth.

>Anything you would like to do before you arrive at Castle Black? (write-in)

>>419203
Strengthen our penis with cock pushups
Just skip to Castle Orange

Did we bring any books with us?

>>419203
>>Anything you would like to do before you arrive at Castle Black? (write-in)
Let's play some music if we can.
Really wow Tyrion and impress him

>>419219
You sure you wanna do that? With THESE rolls?

>>419203
Read some of the books Tyrion brought with him and practice alchemy.

>>419203
I'm also alright with us reading any books we brought with us. We don't have to play.

>>419203
Read some books about swords of what we got. Just relax talk with Tyrion, read a bit.

Roll me 1d100, best of 3. This is a learning roll.

Also,

>Read a book about warfare
>Read a book about dragons
>Read a book about the Nightswatch

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>419235
FUCK YOU INKY

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>419235
>Read a book about warfare

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>419235
>Read a book about warfare
FUCK YOU INKY

>>419239
>>419237
>>419236


I think this is proof enough.

>>419236
>>419239
It only works when I do it, scrub

>>419235
>Read a book about warfare

>>419240
proof of what?

>>419244
That Velo isn't Velo.

>>419244
>Only vote to not say FUCK YOU INKY

>Rolls an 8

I'm just saying, Velo.

>>419244
That the dice gods don't like Inky.

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>419246
fuck you Trick

>>419251
Boom.

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>419251
Fuck you Velo.

>>419255
Shit.

>>419255
>>419251
>>419239
>>419236
>>418860
Here is all the proof you need.

>>419255
That's fair

>>419255
Can you make that roll count for something good for us? :^)

>>419262
We in the north giving each other frost burns.

>>419235
>Warfare

>warfare

But out of curiosity, what's IN the warfare book? Tactics? Blueprints for siege engines or...?

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While recuperating in Tyrion's carriage you ask him if you could read some of the books he brought to pass the time. He shows you a few and you get a chance to skim through Engines of War by Maest Ayrmidon. You learn a good bit of information over the three days left until you reach the Wall.

Westeros has had a very different history with many distinct and odd battles – including ones involving dragons and other strange occurrences. This book mainly details the proper use of siege engines during a battle. Your own knowledge of warfare during the medieval-ish periods of history were primarily of land battles so there's actually a lot of good and new information for you to check out. How to make sure a battering ram will actually have enough force to knock down a gate and be protected from burning oil and pitch. You read up on how siege ladders work. You discover that trying to besiege a castle with any less than three times the number of defenders is a lost cause and shouldn't be attempted.

Over the course of the coming days you retain a lot of good siege tactics and strategies while your left hand recuperates from the dire wolf bite wound.

Eventually the bigger of the Lannister guardsmen rides beside Tyrion's carriage and informs you Castle Black is close and the Wall is in sight.

When Tyrion pulls back the curtain to stare however, the sight you're most closely greeted to is that of a small, quaint village that seems to slumber peacefully entrenched in the snows – the only signs of life being the smoke rising from the chimney's of every building.

Tyrion frowns. “This doesn't look like a fortress. Where are we?”

Benjen rides near, overhearing Tyrion's question and explains. “Mole's Town. Tiny village made to look even smaller due to the fact most of it lies underground in a warren of tunnels.”

“Anything interesting in the town?”

Benjen chortles. “Women.”

“I thought the Night's Watch was sworn to celibacy.”

“We are . . . but some brothers interpret their vows differently than others. 'Father no sons' is the official vow.”

“Which means you can still stick it in a whore's arse,” Tyrion deduces masterfully. “Wonderful loophole really. One I don't need to follow.” Tyrion looks over to you. “Well, Will. I've been cooped up for a bit too long. I owe you still for that grievous wound you took nobly defending my person. Any girl you want, I'll pay.”

>Thank you, my lord
>I have to politely decline
>Something else? (write-in)

>>419309
>I have to politely decline

>>419309
>Something Else
I need a good amount of money for something else.

How much does a spy network cost?

>>419309
>Thank you, my lord
We got to start making those eights someday

>>419317
The hell why'd my I'd change?

>>419309
>>Thank you, my lord
Starting the major eight

>>419316
And I mean once we get to King's Landing, not here, this place a shit. We ask to call in a favor later.

>>419309
>>Thank you, my lord
lets start

>>419309
>I have to politely decline
M8 the girls here have been Fucking the wall dudes forever were going to get aids or whatever they have.

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>419309
I'll have to politely decline, unless there's any women of noble blood in this shithole?

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>419328
Ha
Ha
HA

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>>419329
>my rolls right now
>pick related.

>>419309
>I have to politely decline

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>419331
Be redeemed in this ultimate roll.

We will fuck Tyrion.
He will love us.

Leaving the vote open. Taking a big break. Who knows when I'll be back

>>419334
You mother fucker I swear to shit.

>>419309
>>Thank you, my lord
Let's fugg

>>419309
>>Thank you, my lord
Let's get on with it

>>419324
>>419351

Hurr durr if i take my name off no one will realize i'm samefagging

>>419327
Just gotta avoid the back door and we wont catch anything the blacked brothers leave behind.

>>419351
Fine nigga, don't call in favors. This is Mole Town. Mole Town has Mole aids.

Mole Scale

Mole Bumps.

Moles. They're like Crabs but the size of moles that dig into your crotch


This might not be true but you don't want to find out now do you?

>>419359
Too true

I'm an amazing magician

>>419309
>I have to politely decline

>>419368
If you wanna samefag do it over something more important

>>419309
>>I have to politely decline

>>419384
You're banned

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>>419384

>>419387
>>419390
I CHANGED MY VOTE TO TIP THE BALANCE SO WE CAN FUCKING MOVE ON

>>419392
I just want spies in KL...

Can...

Can we ask for those funds? We don't need to TELL him what we're going to use the cash for...

>>419309
>>Thank you my lord

>>419392
>Implying your vote still counts

>>419309
>Thank you, my lord

>>419398
Thats true

>>419309
>politely declined

I agree with what a few anons said, let's check in our favor in KL, where we'll needit

>>419411
>>419413
None because tie breaking vote came in

>>419411
Just to look at the newest and then choose the best looking

>>419411
One of the newer girls someone closer to our age short black hair and A cup breasts

>>419411
>What type of girl? (write-in)
The most expensive and most beautiful

Can we have spies?

I want spies in KL...

>>419418
>>419419
>>419420
I think it's too late guys...

What's going on, Trick?

Alright you complaining niggers,

One last vote. Final destination style. Five minutes.

1 - Fuck whore
2 - Do not fuck whore

Respond to this post with either 1 or 2 and nothing else or your vote won't be counted

>>419422
shut
the
fuck
up
about spies for now we at the wall

>>419424
1

>>419424
2

>>419424
2

>>419411
Well, shit.
I'd say the ugliest one as she has less chances to have Frostcrabs, Icesyphilis or whatever shit they've got up here, but then again, we're probably gonna die of a sudden and violent death anyway, don't think we'll have enough time to die because of fucking Westerosi AIDS.

Let's fuq a cutie redhead then, Jon will notice we have the same tastes later on and will remember that weird bard dude.

>>419424
2

>>419424
1

>>419424
2

>>419424
2

>>419424
1

>>419424
2

>>419431
JESUS FUCK WHY DO I TYPE SO SLOWLY

>>419424
2

Vote over.

Now time to discount the samefags. Gimme a moment

>>419437
>>419442
I'm not a samefag, I'm just on a phone
>>419373
is mine too

>>419309
We will have to see if there is a virgin in there.

>>419424
1 if they've got a virgin
2 if they only got women plundered by sodomites

>>419448
This is also mine
>>418689

>>419428
>>419430
>>419434
>>419435
>>419437 (Fuck you I don't believe you shithead)

These are all 1 post only shits. I consider you all proxyfags and banish you from this vote. Get fukt!

>>419433
>>419436

Fuck the whore.


>>419440
>>419429
>>419432

Don't fuck the whore.


You aren't fucking the whore.


This inconsequential decision has dragged on for far too long. Congratulations on samefagging the least important vote of the quest so far.

But seriously, I love y'all.

I'm sure I'll be have my vote called samefag because phone keeps changing my I'd, so when we decline can we not make seem like a insult cause I feel like he'll take us say no the wrong way

>>419455
<3 you too, Velo

We should tell Aemon that there is another one of his bloodline beyond the wall.
One Brynden Rivers. Sorcerer that sees through the weirwoods.

>>419455
I'm a little miffed but my vote wasn't a deciding factor, so it's all good

>>419455
Tell tyrion that Sodomites and rapers spread some really nasty afflictions.

We should chat and be nice with Jon before we reach there'll maybe mess with him a little by telling him whom he'll meet first, the old bear and his claw.

>>419461
me 2 m8

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>419455
Fuck you Trick

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“I have to decline, my lord. I . . . don't wish to partake.”

Tyrion cocks an eyebrow at you. “You aren't . . .”

Benjen, still listening in on your conversation raises his own eyebrows at the implied question.

You quickly wave both your hands until your wounded one starts to hurt really badly and you stop with a quick yelp of pain. “No, my lord. I just know that if these women are often used by rapers and sodomites there is a chance they may carry some disease or affliction. Which I wouldn't want to catch.”

Tyrion laughs. “Unfortunately that is the risk you take as a dwarf who whores. Any woman who is willing to allow a man with my affliction bed her is willing to endure more communicable ones. I'll be busy. Jyck, come with me. You're buying me a whore. Morrec! Stay with the carriage.”

Tyrion hops out of his wheelhouse and onto the horse brought before him by his personal guard.

Together, the one and a half riders trot towards a brothel that Yoren points out. The whorehouse is a shack that looks no bigger than a privy, with a red lantern hung loosely on the door, swinging and creaking with the stiff, icy breeze. Much too small for any sort of horizontal business, although you know most of the establishment runs underground in the tunnels Benjen mentioned.

As Tyrion rides off on his palfrey, Benjen sidles his black destrier up to the entrance to the wheelhouse you have been left behind in.

“We aren't waiting for the Imp to finish fucking. You want to wait here while he indulges his appetites or would you like to ride with us to the Wall, greenseer?” He whispers the title at the end of the question.

>Ride ahead of Tyrion
>Wait for him to finish
>Something else? (write-in)

>>419495
>Wait for him to finish

>>419495
>>Ride ahead of Tyrion

>>419495
>Wait for him to finish

>>419495
>>Ride ahead of Tyrion

Waiting is for cucks

>>419495
>Wait for him to finish

>>419495
>Wait for him to finish

>>419495
>Ride ahead of Tyrion

>>419504
>>419505
Cucks

>>419495
>Ride ahead of Tyrion

>>419495
>Wait for him to finish

>>419495
>>Ride ahead of Tyrion

>>419513
I'm still a samefag though, don't mind me

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>419519
Nah you've proven yourself now friendo. In fact the only potential proxyfag suspect is >>419508
but he has a trip and its obelix so he isn't.

1 - Wait while Tyrion fucks his whore

2 - Go ahead with Benjen, Jon and Yoren

>>419495
Would he be pissed if we went on ahead? A idon't think so. GTFO

>>419520
>>Ride ahead Tryion

>>419520
>2 Ride ahead

>>419520
1 - Wait while Tyrion fucks his whore
Have the guard deliver a message so he knows. Use the excuse that we need to warm our throat so we can proform for him when he gets there.

>>419531
Shit I meant number 2 for fuck sake.

You know guys I've been in here since the first thread -- and as a random anon that's been participating this whole time I really think a great strategy for taking the throne would be romancing Benjen. I just think having the First Ranger as a sexual liaison means we will have our hands high up in the Night's Watch organization.

:^)

>>419520
you making us vote again or you just rolling a 1d2 to break the tie?

>Ride ahead of Tyrion

>>419533
>Night's Watch
>Political Prospects
Yeah, sure.

2

>>419520
Lucky. We wait in the warm carriage. We'll prevent getting frozen again. Train our singing again - can't play our instrument with one arm...

>>419533
das gay tho

>>419546
Works out fine with the not accepting the free whore, then.

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“No, I'll wait for Lord Tyrion to finish,” you inform the First Ranger. He looks at you strangely before meekly nodding and riding away at your shaky answer, leaving you alone in the carriage.

You watch as Jon, Benjen, Yoren and the two peasant boys fade into dark specks as they approach the giant wall of ice some half a league north.

Leaving you sitting alone in this carriage. You stare out through the curtains just as Tyrion throws open the door to the Mole's Town brothel and steps inside after his guard.

. . .

A few minutes pass. Morrec outside coughs into his hands, reminding you that you aren't completely alone at least. You swing your knees side to side inside the carriage, impatience sinking into your flesh.

“How long do you think he'll take?” you call out to the guard.

“Get cozy,” he simply responds. God. Well there's one side to being the toady of a lecherous dwarf. Big appetites lead to long wait times.

>Read more of that warfare book
>Chat with Morrec (about what?)
>Take a walk around Mole's Town
>Buy something (what?)
>Search the carriage for anything important
>Realize you made a mistake and ride after Benjen as hard as possible
>Something else? (write-in)

>>419549

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>>419549
>Realize you made a mistake and ride after Benjen as hard as possible
Benjen-kun wait for us!
>>419546
5 min into Nightwatch and chill he give you that look.

>>419549
>>Realize you made a mistake and ride after Benjen as hard as possible

>>419549
>Realize you made a mistake and ride after Benjen as hard as possible

>>419549
>Realize you made a mistake and ride after Benjen as hard as possible

>>419549
>Realize you made a mistake and ride after Benjen as hard as possible
Matte Benjen-Sempai

>>419549
>Ride to Ben

>>419549
>Realize you made a mistake and ride after Benjen as hard as possible
Gods I wish I'd been given a vision telling me how long he'd take...actually maybe not.. I'd never sleep again

>Realize you made a mistake and ride after Benjen as hard as possible

>Unanimous vote

Alright. Well looks like . . .

ROLL ME 1D100 +5, average of 3. THIS IS A RIDE CHECK.

AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Rolled 36 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>419562
FUCK INKY

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>419562
FUCK YOU INKY

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>419562

Rolled 40 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>419562

Rolled 13 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>419562
Super Rider! Don't fall off!

>>419565
Shit

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>419562

>>419564
>>419565
>>419566
44? so... failed? or just sloooow?

>>419562

FUCK YOU INKY

Rolled 89 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>419562

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>419562

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>419567
>>419568
>>419569
>>419571
>all these roll
maybe we need to FLEX

>>419572
We're going in a straight line and there was no nat 1, I dont think it's a super big deal

Rolled 70 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

Rolled 15 (1d100)

FUCK YOU INKY

>>419576
>maybe we need to
...practise actually riding horses.
>>419577
>going in a straight line >dont think it's a super big deal
Ah, true. Hopefully we just need more time to catch up. But our one-armed situation doesn't make it easier.

>>419581
Good point

So we've never rolled over 50 on averages have we?

>>419577
inb4 hoof to the groin

>>419592
>inb4
...slipping off horse, stuck in snow, freeze hand off, get lost in forest, freeze foot off, get eaten by bear...
inb4 Tyrion comments "That bard had more stupid in him than I guessed, oh well, time to find a new bard."

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You hop out of the carriage and rush to your stot. Morrec stares at you, puzzled but you pay him no mind.

You straddle your steed and kick it in the sides to spur it down the Kingsroad to the greatest man-made construction in all of Westeros.

You ride hard and fast towards the Nightswatch men who you've let gain a lead on you. Unfortunately, you've never rode your horse with the intent of getting somewhere extremely quickly so the sensation is new and you panic a bit as you are unsure whether you have the talent or skill to do so without fucking up in some fashion.

. . .

But it turns out to be easier than you imagined! You gallop down the barest hint of a trail that makes up the Kingsroad and catch up the riders right as they make it to the entrance of Castle Black. You're a bit disappointed at how slow you ended up having to go to keep your mount's footing – barely managing to reach them in time, but hopefully you'll improve your speed with practice.

Benjen looks back at you with a smile as you reach the edge of the . . . 'castle'. You remember – in the books there were no gates on the east, south or west side of the headquarters of the Night's Watch so as to make sure they could be easily dealt with if they ever rebelled against their sacred duty. No, Castle Black is only defendable from the North – against wildlings and the Others.

“Got tired of waiting for the Imp?” The First Ranger asks with a laugh. You smile your answer at him as you chuckle yourself.

“I will take the boys to Ser Alliser Thorne, with the other recruits. Follow me,” Yoren orders as he urges his horse to trot forward, deeper into the center of the headquarters. The two peasant boys follow, but Jon Snow lingers. He looks back and forth between his uncle and the stooped, smelly recruiter currently leaving him behind. The bastard's eyes scream indecision.

Benjen gives him a hard look that settles the matter. There will be no special treatment for Lord Snow. He follows after Yoren, Ghost striding along beside his flank.

That leaves just you and Benjen alone.

The Crow fixes you with a look that screams . . . “I need to inform the Lord Commander of what I've learned and the things that have transpired. I'd appreciate your testimony as well, but you may do as you wish, greenseer.”

>Go with Benjen to the Lord Commander
>Go speak with Maester Aemon
>Purchase something from the Night's Watch (what?)
>Something else? (write-in)

Grabbing something to eat here at 4 in the fucking morning. Give me some time to eat before yelling and screaming about where your precious update is. :)

>>419605
>>Go with Benjen to the Lord Commander
Oh benjy
Take us now

>>419605
>Go with Benjen to the Lord Commander

>>419605
>Go with Benjen to the Lord Commander
we need to tell them about the cache in the Fist of the First mens with dragon glass and the horn.
Plus we'll be with Benjen.

>>419605
>Go speak with Maester Aemon

>Go with Benjen to the Lord Commander

>>419605
>>Go with Benjen to the Lord Commander
The crow won't bite... What do we tell the Lord-Commander though? Everything we told Benjen or just that the White Walkers will come and the Wildlings are already fighting them - and that there's a King North of the Wall?

Do we inform Jon about his emotional connection with Ghost?
>>419612
>Dragon glass
Good idea! "Prepare, Men of the Watch!"

>>419612
This
>>419605

>>419612
We should also tell him that Mance is amassing an army as well.

>>419606
>eat here at 4 in the fucking morning
Open fridge, get milk, open drawer, get oats, mix those with water over the cooker, eat porridge minutes later, win, continue writing :).

>>419624
>implying a QM can subsist on basic bitch porridge

Just got back from eating some yogurt and a plum because I'm a decadent motherfucker.

Writing!

>>419628
>yogurt and a plum >decadent
Yeah, some Lannister fare right there, decadent QM! Hope you gave the remains of your rich meal to some poor beggars starving in the streets!

>>419605
Ask master amon to take a look at the wounded hand.I mean , I trust Benjen but is probably better to have a t
Real doctor examine that shit

>>419605
>Go speak with Maester Aemon

We should ask him about some fly ass alchemy books

>>419644
Should do that soon, true.
>>419646
>Aemon
visit Aemon, swipe a book or two, he can't see anyway...

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“I'll come with you to the Lord Commander,” you decide.

“Very well then,” Benjen comments before leading his horse forwards. You follow on his trail as you weave your way between the various stone towers and timber keeps intermittently dispersed like stakes protruding from the snow.

Together you reach the jutting spire that is the Lord Commander's Keep. The two of you stable your horses and ascend the decrepit stairs until you reach the top floor.

The First Ranger holds up a finger indicating you should wait a moment by the staircase as he knocks on the door and is let in to Jeor Mormont's personal quarters.

A few minutes later and Benjen ushers you inside. Taking a seat before the desk of the massive old man, you are treated to the sight of him kindly feeding his pet crow a few kernels of corn. It screeches as it feeds.

“Corn! Corn!” comes cawing out its mouth. The sound is almost disturbing, seeming more like the crow can actually speak English – Westerosi – and isn't merely mimicking sounds that result in it getting fed.

You realize to let the imposing, white-haired elder distract and entertain himself without speaking yourself. Most likely he is gathering his thoughts from whatever Benjen informed him of by completing the meaningless task.

After a few moments of thoughtful silence, the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch fixes you with a cold, blue-eyed stare.

“I find it difficult to trust in superstition,” The Old Bear comments seemingly at random. “I also find it difficult to mistrust the words of the man I elected First Ranger. He is seldom mistaken. Yet today . . . I find I must abscond with one of these beliefs . . . temporarily, perhaps, but absconded with all the same. You claim to be a greenseer with visions of the future and Benjen Stark has validated the truth of that claim, by asserting he saw your visions almost come to pass. To hear I have lost three good men to . . . things beyond the Wall. And that I am to lose seven more so soon. . . .”

His barrel chest rattles with a heavy sigh, weighed upon by age and the guilt that only a commander who cares for every man he has lost can hold in his heart.

“This is a bitter drought you ask me to drink. And yet drink it I must. Benjen claims you know two of the men that die on this future ranging. Could you repeat their names?”

“Othor and Jafer Flowers,” you state plainly. The Old Bear closes his eyes in mental anguish as you put his fears to audible words.

“You already organized the ranging in search of Ser Waymar Royce, haven't you?” Benjen asks with a rueful half-smile.

“Othor and Jafer Flowers among the six to accompany you,” Jeor speaks with the solemnity of a man forced to accept a horrifying truth.

Benjen grimaces. The Lord Commander fixes you with a pleading stare.

“Tell me . . . whatever you believe you should.”

>Well, what should you tell the poor man? (write-in)

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Going to bed. Feel free to gather your thoughts in an orderly fashion and, via cooperation and teamwork, decide as a group what you want to tell Lord Commander Jeor Mormont, the former head of House Mormont, whose sigil is a bear and whose words are 'Here We Stand'.

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>>419674
Alright, first off tell him about the White Walkers and how they will come back. Abuse your Greenseer status and say "I have seen Moletown burning and an army of dead marching for Winterfell, unstoppable force yadda yadda". Then tell him about the Night King, Dragonglass and then about the army of wildlings and their goal of breaching the wall to escape the Walkers to try to garner some sympathy for them. See how he responds.

>>419674
>>Well, what should you tell the poor man? (write-in)
"House Stark's words are coming true. Winter is coming. Mance Rayder is King-Beyond-the-Wall and gathers his army at the Frostfang mountains." plus White Walkers, plus where to find dragon glass.
>>419690
Careful to not come across as total madman though. Give them information they can verify themselves.

The Night's Watch will look upon us with awe! But sadly, we have to go to the warm South after we gave away our tales of Doom and Destruction!...

>>419677
This>>419690.Also tell him to avoid going to crasters farm since we had a vision of him dying thereWe need to keep our new ally safe

>>419690
we should mostly tell him about the cache containing the dragon glass and the horn.
If the wildling of the whitewalkers get the horn , the wall fall.
So we must tell them to go on a mission.
Because at the Wall here we stand against the white walkers, the wall was build by the first mens for this reason.
Then abuse our greenseer status by saying we saw wildlings fight the white walkers.
Then go on saying that to fight our worst enemies we have to ally our other enemies.
We must tell them about the army of wilding for sure.
But we must tell them about the Three eyed crow.
We might be able to turn Jon snow into it.
Or Bran.
Tell them to ask the crown for the caches of wildfire under King's Landing for White walkers fear fire and such weapons are much more deadly than swords to them.
Also tell them to ask Maester Aemon to send a raven to the citadel to ask for Dragonglass.
Maester probably have a lot of it.
Ask them to send raven to everylord who own a Valyrian steel sword to send their son to fight off the threat that is the widling army.
Also more or less tell them that Jon snow is important and so is his wolf.

>>419699
>ask the crown for the caches of wildfire under King's Landing
They don't know about those. It's one of Jamie Lannister's secrets iirc.

And convincing city dwellers of giving up such a super-weapon to fight... what, ghosts, monsters, children's tales? Don't believe we can convince them...

There's a reason the Night's Watch is slowly dieing out: Noone believes in their mission anymore. It's not a duty to defend manking at the Wall, it's a punishment for rapists, murderers and thieves.

Good ideas though!

>>419677
>Going to bed
Thank you for writing, TrickQM! I appreciate it greatly!

>>419705
why do you think we're still following tyrion?
We'll go to KL and use our Bardomancy magic to make the population transport it secretly.
I'm sure that we can find people who will want to work with us while we transport nitroglycerin.

Why the fuck are there so many name/tripfags? I have never seen this many in one thread in my entire time browsing 4chan.

>>419710
>trips
I blame civ threads.
>>419708
>Bardomancy
Greatest bard of Westeros! Great. Also: We have to bed Cersei.

>>419674
Tell him that obsidian, fire or Valyrian steel are required to fight against the others. Other methods may reveal themselves upon experimentation, but these are the ones we know of.

Tell him where he will find a stash of obsidian weapons, but tell him to act quickly as Mance is raising an army to assault the wall in order to avoid fighting with the others.

Tell how he was meant to die at the fist of the first men, assaulted by wights.
Tell him that his last wish was that he wished to forgive his son, Jorah Mormont, relieving him of exile and let him take the black.

>>419699
What Mance found was a fake though.

>>419730
yeah that's why we're going after the one Sam found

For the love of God warn him of the fist massacre and all the craster stuff. Betrayal and possible mutiny.

Tell him about Mance and his forces, wargs are among them.

Say we are so, so sorry. We're trying to change things.

Mention the wyld fire under a low breath

Make it really damn clear that right now by making them aware we are changing events the ink is not yet dry.

We are effecting things as we speak, good luck commander

Just occurred to me...let's tell them the prophesy... Tell them there are now to dragons on the wall...tell them its a truth they must take to the grave. Tell them Jon's perants, explain the whole damned thing

>>419774
>tell them Jon parentage.
Do you want Robert and Ned to go mad or what?
Benjen will ask his brother for verification and god knows he'll kill us if he know we're telling it to other people.
Also Jon must not know his parentage.
He must be a brave fuck who doesn't care about his life because he's a bastard.

Rolled 8 + 100 (1d100 + 100)

Ask him if he would like to know about his son.

Tell him about his beautiful son.

Now.

>>419760
>>419751
>>419699
These
Also tell him of Jorah, His son being dannys bitch

>>419787
Yeah hold up, telling others who will tell Ned will lead to us being Ned's enemy #1.

Be careful, we're playing with history here

>>419864
WAIT LIGHTBULB

Let's tell Slynt about Jon's parentage, the whole reason he is at the wall is because he refused to bend the knee to the Baratheons after the Targs were slaughtered.

He'd give his life for Jon knowing he's Rhaegar's true heir

>>419872
Yeah but we're a greenseer and he would believe us for sure.

>>419699
This. As for the wildfire, I guess Tyrion will give us free use of the secret stashes once he becomes a major player, moreso with our support. Gotta be wary tho, cause if King Robert dies without us having settled the matter of the heir, KL with no wildfire will be taken by Stannis the Mannis, is that what we want?
Ideally I think our plan should be strengthening the Nightwatch and also preventing, or at least resizing, the war ofthe five kings, so as to have more assets in the war against the white walkers and fucking Dany's shit up, if we decide she's more trouble than it's worth.

>>419876
I'm not sure what you're trying to tell me

Who will, Jeor? Or Janos?

>>419885
Janos and Jeor.
I mean we gave hard evidence to Jeor and Benjen.
Janos even tho he's a sceptic is bound to believe us somewhat because to high ranked menber of his order are telling the same thing, we're a greenseer.
Which mean they might train Jon for Command but this Time really hard and seriously.

>>419890
Wondering. Do we really need things like warts, dragons and Targs in the fight against the WW? If we use our knowledge to "invent" and then mass produce things like defensive siege weapons and gunpowder, not to mention the wildfire again, we can prevent even one of those fucks from reaching the Wall just through sheer manpower alone.
Also 'cause right now, thigs like Bran meeting the three-eyed crow or Jon becoming the Lord Commander seem difficult, due to our meddling

>>419917
Outright impossible honestly.

The second everyone realizes what's going on past the wall nobody will go out there, even Bran, except for missions to save the wildlings.

>>419929
Jon can become the Three eyed Crow.
I mean he has stark blood, so the blood of the first mens.
Apart if Bran is a special snow flake, we can still make it happen.
>>419917
>Do we really need things like warts, dragons and Targs in the fight against the WW?
No we only need a good amount of black powder and wildfire and a lot of siege expertise.
Dude we can easily "invent" handcannons.
Wargs are not needed.
Dragons would be cool but would require to kill Danny "muh bloodrights/burn westerosies for me crown" stormborn and get jon to tame the Dragons.
Which he's likely able to since he has a good personality and had Targ blood.
It would be a crazy complicated plan but killing Danny isn't hard if King Robert back us up.

>>419929
We don't have to go out there though. Why not just take down many more trees on the other side of the Wall as to get a better view and field of action, and use them to pump the top of the Wall full of things like ballistas and catapults specifically designed to rain down a burning inferno of dragonglass, wildfire and assorted projectiles upon the foes? With the help of the wildlings and the army of just a few kingdoms, we'd have enough men to arm every square inch of the Wall. And again, if we manage to recreate gunpowder, I reckon cannons and rifles would be extremely useful in the battle.

That being said, I admit it's extremely unlikely for us to do this, we would need a near perfect use of the whole Game of Thrones situation to get the resources for this. But we can dream

>>419943
>>419940
I dont think we should invent and develop gunpowder weapons in the westeros world.That would shit thing up completely.Just imagine handing 1600s era knowledge to a bunch of medieval barbarians living in the dark age.We would end up with something resembling the 30 years war with groups of religous zealots blowing each other up with cannons and riffles.

>>419973
Dude they had gun powder in 1200.
It's just they didn't know everything about productin techniques and utilisation.
Creating fire powder won't give metal strong enough to create guns.
We'd probably advance technology 50 year with our knowledge but i doubt we could make it go 300 years forward.
Rifles won't be a thing again in Velo's lifetime.
Though cannons might become something feasible.
They did exist in 1400 and smaller ones before.
We're not going to revolutionize all their world with gunpowder.
Heck they have wildfire which is probably as explosive as TNT or nitroglycerin even more i'd guess.
Like 30 barrels of it blew up a whole cathedral sized Structure.
And still it's not used by religious zealots.
Also
>medieval barbarians
>implying they are barbarians
Dude they fucking use steel and have gods and feasts and customs, westerosi are far from being barbarians.

>>419973
And where do they get all that gunpowder? There's no industry for making it unless we set it up.
Primary use of early gunpowder weapons is that they scare the shit out of horses and people.

Guns are not inherently more lethal than crossbows, except in the sense that there's not a whole lot of surgeons that know how to treat a gunshot wound in westeros.

>>419991
Well, technically making the metal is not the problem, these guys do have steel, mass producing said metal is.
There is also the problem that they don't have interchangeable parts to keep large number of guns maintained.

Though cannons would be pretty much in high demand as they have no mechanical parts that can fail, although they'd be ridiculously expensive considering the amount of metal needed for them and the specialised forges also.

Even if we did manage to make a flintlock pistol, there's no general going to be jumping "Hot damn, we should have a million of these made", because to them it's just an expensive and unconventional weapon that might blow up in the hand of the guy using it at any moment.

>>419733
What are you talking about? I don't remember that from the books.

>>420068
http://gameofthrones.wikia.com/wiki/Old_warhorn
My bad i mixed things up.
Jon found it in the book and Samwell found it in the series.
Basically it's Joramun's horn and that much is obvious.
Like the theory has 90% chances of being right.
Joramun's horn.
Joramun's horn is said to wake giants from the earth.
Some also say it can tear down the wall.

>>420075
I think the whole thing about wall coming down is something invented by Mance Rayder in order to make the crows think he could.

The wall's supposed to be warded with ridiculously powerful magic.

>>420081
>The wall's supposed to be warded with ridiculously powerful magic.
Who was probably put in place by the children of the forest.
Who probably create a key everytime they create a really strong door.
Though in the book Jon snow did send Sam to the citadel WITH THE HORN.
So since it's mentioned in the book multiple times the horn has to be important or a red herring.
Either way i prefer not to take tha chance and let the white walkers have it.

>All those excuses not to just have sex with a woman.

Alright guys, either come out of the closet and get with Benjen or stop being so fucking snobbish that you won't have sex with anyone other than nobles. After freezing your balls off, getting your hand mangled, and going to the goddamn Wall worrying about a woman's status when have a chance to get some goddamn release is pretty retarded.

And clearly you guys are too stupid to actually get with a noble girl cause you already fucked up with a chance a laying Cersei that was handed to you on a silver platter and more importantly you have Plague and Inky at the helm of half your shit so there is a good chance the MC will be too stupid to do much of anything for awhile until more people get on to vote.

You guys are terrible at time travel and knowing what to change and what to leave alone

I mean literally every discussion has been "Lets tell soandso everything we know about whats going to happen"

>>420164
I know right? Why does everything have to be handled now, when we could have gamed the system with our knowledge and subtly change things at key points in time when needed.

>>420083
Problem is, how are they supposed to find the damn thing? It was never found in the books.
Also, wasn't the horn burnt in the books by Melisandre?

They don't exactly have enough manpower to go looking for it.