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Welcome to You Awake in Westeros Quest – Trick Edition.

In this quest we follow our hero, Velo, as he tries to survive and thrive in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire.

Last thread, he made love to various people, gained a new memespouting ally from his own universe, and agreed to help the murderous Reeds with acquiring one Brandon Stark.

Now, he deals with training his faggot fucking dog, Millennium.


Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/uTnPBM61

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Westeros
https://twitter.com/TrickQM
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This meme needs to die, but Trick has drowned in the attention he's getting.
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Raina spends much of her time on Jyck's horse, trying her best to get used to riding the thing. The steed seems of a lower quality than your own horse and as such is much more difficult to master, requiring effort from the rider to properly stay ahorse and control its direction. Morrec aids her whenever she finds the animal veering off in the wrong direction against her wishes and explains a few key pointers to her.

You content yourself with training yourself with your own animal whenever you have the chance. You manage to get Millennium to bark on command, sit up, stand on two legs and a small assortment of other various performance tricks over the next two weeks of training. You also teach your wolfhound to come after you when you call his name and to stay on your heels following you no matter where you go.

You have enough time to teach it one more trick before you arrive at a very significant location in the ASOIAF novels. Which trcik do you choose to teach Millennium?

>Down – Order Millennium to back down from combat
>Seek – Order Millennium to search an area for a specific object
>Work – Order Millennium to pull/drag a heavy load
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>>441695
>Down – Order Millennium to back down from combat
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>>441695
>>Work – Order Millennium to pull/drag a heavy load
have my attempt at something anything i need to fix?
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>>441695
>>Down – Order Millennium to back down from combat
do not need for him to get killed after we spend two weeks working with him the ass.
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>>441695
>Down – Order Millennium to back down from combat
First and most important order.
One that starks should have taught.
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>>441707
forgot the damn thing
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>>441695
>Down – Order Millennium to back down from combat
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>>441710
I don't believe so. The map seems fairly accurate and the character portraits are not too ridiculously off of what I imagine them to be.

What is it supposed to be?
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>>441727
just something a reader can look at and say that's where we are and what's next to us
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>>441733
Oh is the red splotch supposed to be the character's location?

I think you should have a key or words if you were trying to indicate that because I didn't notice it.
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>>441738
i'll work on it
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>>441760
>>441760
Honestly I'd remove most of essos -- maybe keep up the the Free Cities for right now.

Make the character portraits a bit smaller. And yeah that's it. thanks for that though, hopefully gives people some perspective of where they've been and where they are.
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>>441763
Can I have discord link
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>>441775
https://discord.gg/x64Dj

EVERYONE GETS A DISCORD LINK FRIEND!
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The journey through the Neck is much more tense due to the loss of poor Jyck. Morrec sees criminals, thieves and brigands around every bend in the road. The smallfolk you pass are harassed and watched by the grieving man, yearning desperately to find the culprit responsible for his good friend's murder. Thankfully within two days, before the corpse can really start to stink up Tyrion's wheelhouse, you spy a nearby Sept that houses two Silent Sisters. Tyrion dutifully, and with as much dignity for the deceased as h ecan possibly muster, drops off the body for them to prepare. He leaves enough silver for the Jyck's posthumous journey back to the Westerlands to receive a proper burial. You feel a twinge of regret and . . . guilt, perhaps? You wish you could have saved him.

When you finally escape that smell, boggy marsh filled with lizardlions and mosquitos, even you feel relief. A few paranoid nights on the road you were convinced Meera and Jojen would show up again to kill Raina or something. But now you are past the Neck and officially out of the North's southernmost reaches -- and hopefully the Three-Eyed-Raven's clutches. Which means you've entered the Riverlands. The rich, fertile and populous areas surrounding the three forks of the Trident – the three-pronged river that flows in from the Bay of Crabs. For most of the journey you have the Green Fork of the Trident on your right side, crystal blue waters with small little abodes littered around the grassy flatlands that form most of the region's geography.

The riverfolk have made their livelihoods off the streams running underneath their proverbial feet – and the lack of natural fortifications and defenses have made them no strangers to bloodshed over the years.

The mood of your journey begins to lighten up as you spy far off sights you remember from your readings. There are the Twins – the seat of the treacherous Freys. You spy the Mountains of the Moon – where the bloody Hill tribes live. You even come to the Ruby Ford – the sight of Rhaegar Targaryen's defeat by the warhammer of Robert Baratheon. You almost feel a childish urge to search the riverbed for rubies cracked off of Rhaegar's dragon-encrusted breastplate. But caution and rationality gets the better of you.

Eventually you feast your eyes on the sight of the Inn at the Crossroads. The sight of Tyrion's arrest, Tywin's declaration of Tyrion being declared temporary Hand of the King, and Arya's stabbing of The Tickler. So much history was meant to happen here – but maybe it will experience a much different history as a result of your informed meddling.

When Tyrion enters asking for lodgings, the fat Masha Heddle -- with her sourleaf-stained smile -- informs him that there are only two rooms available.

Tyrion decides to take one of the rooms with Morrec and Yoren to keep him company.
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>>441827
>Raina and yourself will take the Barn, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the stable
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>>441827
>Raina and yourself will take the room, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the stable
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>>441828
>Raina and yourself will take the room, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the stable
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>>441827
>Something else? (write-in)

Get the Night's Watchmen the room and we can take the barn or stable. Just say that it is past time the realm starts respecting the position of the Night's Watch again. Because they're currently our only defense against the end of the world
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>Raina and yourself will take the stable, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the room
>Raina and yourself will take the room, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the stable
>Raina can have a room to herself, you and Night's Watchmen can sleep in the stable
>Insist to join Tyrion in his room, you don't care who takes the other room
>Something else? (write-in)

Sorry, I fucked up the options a bit. It is fixed now.
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>>441828
>>Raina and yourself will take the room, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the stable
Why sleep in the barn when there is a room available? What are we a horse?
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>>441841
>Raina and yourself will take the room, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the stable
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>>441841
>Raina and yourself will take the stable, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the room
let's not be dicks
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>>441836
Backing
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>>441841
>Raina and yourself will take the room, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the stable
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>>441841
>>Raina and yourself will take the room, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the stable
What do there care? As long as it is warm it is a luxury right? Meanwhile we are a pampered bard, we might ruin or singing voice if we sleep outside.
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>>441833
I am currently interpreting this as a vote for

>Raina and yourself will take the stable, the Night's Watchmen can sleep in the room

Tell me if I am incorrect
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>>441855
yep.
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>>441828
>Insist to join Tyrion in his room, you don't care who takes the other room
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>>441841
>>441836
Do this
>>441863
Nigger
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>>441866
ur mean =(
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>>441833
>>441836
>>441847
>>441851
>>441866


Sleep in the stable

>>441834
>>441834
>>441835
>>441843
>>441844
>>441852
>>441854

Sleep in the other room


>>441863
Tyrion

Taking the other room wins.
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>>441870
You counted two times the same id two times
>>441834
and
>>441834

and
>>441835
and
>>441844
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>>441870
Sleep in stable
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>>441886
fuck off proxyfag
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Fugg it, revote with the two tied options.

>Take the room
>Take the stable
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>>441891
>Take the room
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>>441891
>Take the stable
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>>441891
>Take the stable
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>>441891
>>Take the stable
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>>441891
>take the stables.
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>>441891
>Take the room
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>>441891
>Take the stable
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>>441891
Take the stable
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>>441891
>Take the stable
Sleep with dog.
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>>441894
>>441904
Take the Room

>>441895
>>441897
>>441898
>>441901
>>441906
>>441911
>>441914

Take the Stables

Wait wait wait.

I really fucked up

Shit my eyes and me fucking up the options really screwed the pooch there.

Stables won the first vote by a fucking landslide.

God I'm retarded.
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>>441891
>Take the room
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>>441897
I can be mean to anyone I want.
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check this shit out makes me look like retarded five-year-old monkey http://quartermaester.info/
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You tell Tyrion to let the rest of the Night's Watch take the second room and offer to sleep in the stables. Your patron fixes you with a curious look, but shrugs and informs Masha that his servants will sleep in the barn. Yoren doesn't give you so much as a nod as a . . . subtle body language adjustment of gratitude that wouldn't register to anyone else other than yourself that he appreciates your deference to his organization via your actions as opposed to your words.

Raina on the other hand looks quite pissed at being forced to sleep with the horses.

Tyrion looks back to the middle-aged innkeep. “I believe I will be taking my dinner upstairs in my room. If you could send up a roast fowl and your best wine – running low on my own vintages, currently,” he looks back and up to you and winks.

Masha Heddle curtsies. “Of course, m'lord.”

Before Tyrion can retreat to the safety of the second floor, a handsome slender man with sandy blonde hair and boyish good looks approaches your small crew, sporting a charming smile. He strikes a chord on his harp as he nears.

“Hello Lord Tyrion,” the singer bows flamboyantly. “Would you like for me to sing of your Father's victory at King's Landing while you dine?”

Tyrion forces a smile. “'I am sure such a song would ruin my appetite. And I'm afraid I already possess my own personal singer.”

The man frowns before scanning Tyrion's group. He quickly passes over the grizzled warriors dressed in black to your own, sandy-blonde youthful, handsome face and the lute strung over your back.

Your eyes meet. He narrows his.

“Marillion,” he informs you. His hand on his harpsichord clenches while the other drifts slowly to the strings.

“Will,” you reply just as tersely, wriggling your fingers ready to quick draw your weapon.

Raina tenses as she holds in a gasp.

>Hit him with both barrels
>Back off
>Be friendly
>Ignore him
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>441982
>>Hit him with both barrels
Bard off!
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>>441982
>Ignore him
this will annoy him the most
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>>441982
>Hit him with both barrels
BARD FIGHT
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>>441982
>>Hit him with both barrels
got to go for the bard off
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Rolled 32 (1d100)

Warming up the dice.
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>>441982
>>Hit him with both barrels
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4DRfkYTWC4
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>>442000
>not https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6f78_Tf4Tdk
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>>441982
>Hit him with both barrels

>>441994
Not Velo the Nigger
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Roll me 2d100, best of 3.

Both have a bonus of 19.

Are you truly read to rock?
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Rolled 22, 49 = 71 (2d100)

>>442018
no
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Rolled 42, 82 = 124 (2d100)

>>442018
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Rolled 90, 82 = 172 (2d100)

>>442018
Not Velo is a nigger
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Rolled 87, 1 = 88 (2d100)

>>442018
Double Nat 1s incoming.
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Rolled 100, 71 = 171 (2d100)

>>442018
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>>442018
let's rock
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>>442022
As performed by advanced fast finger wizard master class, William Shakespeare.
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Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>442018
please be 1
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Rolled 12, 60 = 72 (2d100)

>>442018
>Rolling
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>>442022
That our best roll and proves forever Totally Not Velo is a Nigger. And should be treated as one.
>>442021
Pick that cotton boy.
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>>442022
Wow, I have a dedicated hater, I'm so proud
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>>442022
i would love it if velo just broke out into an almost rock lute solo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yo6LXD7uzn4
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSgoefp8Ol0
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>>442043
Hope you like it so far my id will change and I'll be forever gone, then I'll be changed forever this was fun.
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Writing!
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>>442082
Just pick a good song to play aganist this guy.
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>>442018
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As quick as you can manage the lute slithers from your back and into your hands. Marillion begins to pluck upon his harp. Tyrion rolls his eyes, drops silver stags upon Masha Heddle's counter and retreats upstairs with Morrec and Yoren in tow.

You don't notice them though as you're too busy displaying your fingering skills for all the lads and ladies to see. Marillion tries his best to keep up – playing his harp and letting his tenor voice soar as high as he can, but unfortunately from out the gate your skills are better and you have the advantage of songs these people have never heard. Well, except for possibly Raina. But the rest are so engrossed in the lyrics of your own number that they pretty much ignore Marillion.

You duel Marillion in musical skills for thirty minutes before he finally surrenders and retreats to a corner in the back of the Inn, sulking and staring into his cup – morale absolutely crushed.

The rest of the tavern/dining area pays him no heed though as they raise horns of mead and cups of ale to your playing.

At some point Raina sets up the collection plate for donations herself and the silver stags come rolling in along with the adoration of the Crossroads' Inn patrons and more food, drink and revelry than Tyrion possibly could have preemptively paid for you tonight.

At one point Raina begins to shout “Play Free Bird!” at you incessantly until you bop her on the nose.

The playing and merrymaking begin to wind down as patrons either leave to get back on their horses to ride to Kings Landing or go up to their rooms for a night's sleep. Raina shows you your earnings of roughly 100 silver stags and you pat her jovially on the back. Nowhere near the paydays you get with Tyrion but a pretty good score you'd have to say considering the meager means of the people listening.

As you put down your lute carefully, you ponder on what to do now.

>Get fuckin' laid (who?)
>Search for Bronn among the remaining patrons
>Just sleep in the stable
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>442142
>Just sleep in the stable
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>>442142
>Search for Bronn among the remaining patrons
We should just float the idea that our Lord Lannister has lost a guardsman, and may be open to idea of hiring on someone new.
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>>442142
>Get fuckin' laid (who?)
Female Horse
We are sleeping in the stable
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>>442142
>Search for Bronn among the remaining patrons
and
>Get fuckin' laid with Rainna
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>>442142
>>Just sleep in the stable
>Something else? (write-in)
try to do that thing that Raina does where she's aware of things and sleeping
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>>442162
>>442142
Sure. Maybe it'll make her less pissed about sleeping in the stable if we give her a workout beforehand.
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>>442142
>Just sleep in the stable
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>>442142
>search for Bronn
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>>442142
>Search for Bronn among the remaining patrons
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>>442142

>>442170
Do this
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>>442158
>>442164
>>442169

Sleep in stable

>>442159
>>442162 (Fuck Raina)
>>442168 (Fuck Raina)
>>442176
>>442170 (proxyfag)
Search for Bronn

>>442161
Fuck a horse

Alright roll me 1d100 +1, best of 3. This is a search check.
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Rolled 14 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>442181
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Rolled 14 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>442181
Rolling
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Rolled 90 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>442181
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Rolled 53 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>442181
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>>442191
>nigger status
>REVOKED
Totally not Velo isn't a nigger anymore
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>>442181
oy I resent the accusation
t. justhere2lurk
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If we don't make it in time for the tourney of the hand, we should be able to make it in time for the tourney of Joffrey's name day.
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>>442218
better put on a trip and join the discord hugbox if you want your vote to count.
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>>442275
I am part of the discord hugbox, but I don't see a reason for a trip
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>>442275
easy after you vote just actually discuss things instead of not contributing.

it's the perfect threat to make you liven up my quest against your will.

Muahahahah
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>>442287
you fiend
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You motion for Raina to get up so you can slide out of your booth. She makes way for you while asking what exactly it is you're doing.

“Looking for some new muscle,” you simply answer as you go about the dining area.

You walk from table to table politely greeting women, children and men who raise their glasses or shout their approval of your skills to you.

You pay careful attention to the older, rugged men, especially those with swords. Just when you think Bronn might not be here you come to a table with three hardened looking individuals sitting hunched over in their booth, nursing cheap drinks. All three of them eye you suspiciously upon your approach.

One is lean with a wolfish appearance. Dark eyes, dark hair and stubble. He looks similar enough to your idea of book Bronn, but you don't recognize his companions. One is blondish with a bit of a darker complexion. The third has a lighter brown mop of curls atop his head and is barrel-chested, with a much heartier build compared to the other two.

As you approach their table the blondish one fixes you with a look that screams hatred.

“Fok off Kaffir,” he orders you in what is most obviously a South African accent. You halt in your tracks. W. . . what?!

“I'm sorry, what did you call me?” you find yourself asking after the shock wears off.

“Nothin', ya cunt,” he continues disparaging you in what is clearly an Earth South African accent. “Move along. We're not paying ya.”

The dark-haired man gives a chuckle and raises his drink. “Liked your singing. Just a bit short on coin at the moment, my companions and I.”

The barrel-chested fellow looks to the blonde one, scowl on his scarred features. “Why the fuck did we come here, again?”

The blonde South African sneers at the biggest of his trio. “Doesn't matter.” He snorts. “Let's just head to the tourney in King's Landing. Fok!” The blonde one slams his tankard on the table angrily, fuming.

>Hey, can I offer you three a job?
>Back away slowly
>What . . . happen to be your names?
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>442317
>What . . . happen to be your names?
And here we go.

These are other 'players' trying to do the same thing at the tourney.
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>>442317
>What . . . happen to be your names?
If Bronn is definitely among them
>Hey, can I offer you three a job?
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>>442317
>>What . . . happen to be your names?
could it be?
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>>442317
>What . . . happen to be your names?
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>>442317
Which one of you dick licking apes is Bronn the Craven?
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>>442317
>*cough*apartheid*cough* *cough*plantations*cough*
>terribly sorry sers it seems somethings in me throat
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>>442352
r00d
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>>442328
>>442330
>>442331
>>442336

You're doing this.
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>>442357
FUCKING THIS also,*cough*wannabe dutch*cough*fake country*cough*
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>>442365
*cough*prawns*cough*
*cough*shittyalienmovie*cough*
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>>442317
Start playing this
https://youtu.be/Dq0s2eHrMjc
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“So, what happen to be your names?” you ask as you feel a bead of sweat start to form at the top of your skull.

The lean dark-haired one who could pass for Bronn decides to speak for the group. “Bronn.” He gestures to himself with his tankard. “That's Chiggen.” He gestures to the big man who raises his head and eyebrows in confirmation of his name. “And the angry one's named Mills.” Bronn gestures pointedly with his mug before downing his ale in one fell gulp. Mills proceeds to flip you off as you look at him. Your expression turns to worry as you glance around at the rest of the trio. That's definitely an Earth-only gesture. This guy is certainly from the exact same place you came from.

“And what are you called, friend?” Bronn asks, lazily placing his alcohol container back on the knotted wooden table. The emphasis on the word 'friend' speaks of its insincerity. Not filled with antagonism, just merely acknowledging he truly couldn't give a shit about whether you lived or died right next to him. If he's anything like book Bronn he'd slit your throat right there for enough money.

>I'm called William
>I'm William Shakespeare
>cough coughaparteidcough cough
>Would you sers like to make some money as bodyguards?
>Walk away
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>442391
>I'm called William
>cough coughaparteidcough cough
>Would you sers like to make some money as bodyguards?
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>>442317
Just refer to the south african as a Saracen.
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>>442391
>>I'm William Shakespeare
>cough coughaparteidcough cough
>Would you sers like to make some money as bodyguards?
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>>442391
>>I'm called William
>Would you sers like to make some money as bodyguards?
We south africans are great mercenaries
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>>442391
>I'm William Shakespeare
I am William,from house shakespeare, here to hire some muscle to assist me and my lord on our trip to kings landing.You lot semms capable enough.Thre is good money and a stead pay if you are willng to join
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>>442391
>I'm William Shakespeare
>Would you sers like to make some money as bodyguards?
>cough coughaparteidcough cough
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>>442405
this
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>>442391
>I'm called William
>Something else? (write-in)
You know, since you Bronn are clearly a man of refined taste unlike your Saracen friend, how would you like that I introduced you to a lord that's down one guard and pays really well?
Good manners always pay off.
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>>442391
>I'm William Shakespeare
>cough coughaparteidcough cough
>Would you sers like to make some money as bodyguards?
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Writing!
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“My name is William Shakespeare,” you inform the sellswords. Mills visibly recoils as he furrows his brow in confusion, mouthing the name 'William Shakespeare' to himself.

He looks up at you as Bronn and Chiggen are merely regarding you with semi-polite stares. You expectorate into your hand.

“COUGH COUGH apartheid COUGH COUGH!”

At that his looks goes from confused to wide-eyed and eventually a grin forms on his lips.

“So,” you continue after your faked fit of coughing. “How would you three sers like to make some coin doing bodyguard work?”

“We ain't no fucking sers,” Chiggen points out. “With fancy titles. Jus' men who know how to swing a sword.”

“How much you paying?” Bronn inquires.

“You stand to earn a lot, if you work for me,” you answer.

Mills nods his head vigorously. “Oi, he's the genuine article. This is what I was talking about. You can trust him.” Mills gestures to his companions with outstretched hands,signaling motion.

Bronn takes a careful study of Mills before studying you with the same observant look. He sticks his tongue into the side of his cheek before he clears his throat and speaks.

“A gold dragon a piece. Up front. For each of us. Or you can go fuck yourself.”

>Done (make them personal bodyguards)
>My Lord Tyrion will pay you handsomely (make them Tyrion's bodyguards)
>No thanks, changed my mind
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>442467
>Done (make them personal bodyguards)
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>>442467
>>Done (make them personal bodyguards)
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>>442467
>Done (make them personal bodyguards)
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>>442467
Try to bargain it down
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>>442482
Don't be a Jew
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>>442483
>Not trying to Jew people when you're a charisma focused character
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>>442467
>>My Lord Tyrion will pay you handsomely (make them Tyrion's bodyguards)
best if we get bronn to stick with tyrion
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>>442467
>>My Lord Tyrion will pay you handsomely (make them Tyrion's bodyguards)
Fuck dealing with these chuckleheads all the time. Let Tyrion handle it.
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>>442467
do we have that amount of money?
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Taking a tiny break
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>>442467
>Done (make them personal bodyguards)
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>My Lord Tyrion will pay you handsomely (make them Tyrion's bodyguards)
We can't afford their loyalty for the shit we are about to pull off.
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Writing!
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I mean, what are we even gonna do with these guys besides collecting the winnings at King's landing if we make it in time to put in some bets?

If we use em on bailing out the Starks, we gotta convince the reward money from them is worth it.
Then again, there's a possibility of lordship on the north to be gained from it as well.
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>>442527
That but also get bran out the city, not all the way as any good merc would turn on us for the reward
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“Done,” you say as you drop three gold dragons on the table in front of them. Chiggen sniggers as he picks up his. Bronn cautiously inspects his coin and Mills simply spins his while laughing.

“I'll follow you to the ends of your coinpurse,” Bronn tells you smugly.

. . .

You leave them to their comfy inn rooms while you take Raina by the arm and escort her to the stables where you will unfortunately be sleeping tonight.

“I'm still mad about this,” Raina mentions irritably. “Sleeping among farm animals and horse shit is going to ruin my mood. I've done this enough times already.”

“It is a minor convenience. Soon we won't have to fret about where we rest our heads ever again. We will be rolling in cash.”

“All three of us, right?” The two of you turn round to see Mills standing behind you in his dull chain armor, long sword at his side. He places his hands on his hips, beaming. He must have immediately followed after you when you made your exit from the Inn. Suddenly a frown graces his face. He nods towards your lady friend. “She's from the future too, right? I didn't just fok things up there did I?”

Raina snorts. “Yeah. I am. You sound like you're British.”

“Fuck you I'm South African ya dumb cunt,” he spits at her.

“Geez, alright,” she instantly replies at the torrent of aggression. “I'm Raina by the way. And who are you?”

“Mills. So we're goin' to King's Landing and betting on all the fights, right? Splitting the money equally three ways?”

Raina looks at you expectantly.

>I get all the money
>I get half the money, you two each get a quarter of it
>We split the money three ways, yeah
>Raina and I are splitting the money equally, be glad to feed from my crumbs you dumb Boer piece of shit
>I get half, Raina gets a third, you get a sixth Mills
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>442553
>>We split the money three ways, yeah
but you know we could do a lot more if we pooled it all together
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>>442553
>We split the money three ways, yeah
Mind sharing you story friend?good to get to know my new partner
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>>442553
>I get half the money, you two each get a quarter of it
Time to be (((Velo)))
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>>442553
>I get half the money, you two each get a quarter of it

Velo would be doing most of the work and putting forth the most amount of money so we should have the bigger share.
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>>442553
>I get half the money, you two each get a quarter of it.
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>>442553
>Exluding winnings made with loaned money, three ways split on profits. Security costs will be 3 ways as well.
>This is because if you borrow money and double it and then have to split it, you will lose money.
>>
Writing!
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let's mention eilinor and say we can get her to fuck him and he'll be done for whatever
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>>442568
Tell them that since we've got the highest paying job, wealthy patron and a potential to loan some money for betting, we should get a bigger share.
Guaranteed profit, yes, but we're putting forth the capital.
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>>442572
Alternatively if they want, we can go with a system where everyone keeps their own winnings.
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>>442553
>She's from the future too, right?
What is this from the future shit? Someone mentioned that in the last thread too. Is there a 4chan in the future of ASoIaF world too? Because I thought they were from another world/universe.
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>>442601
No.... it's historical fiction you idiot.
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>>442601
Things look old timey so compared to modern day computer stuff it looks like the past.
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>>442608
The fucking land masses are different!
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>>442615
Are they? These maps and their sizes are their perception of the lay of the land.
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“I get half and you two each get a quarter of the winnings. Does that sound fair?”

Mills shrugs. “Yeah. I'm fucking broke – I'll take what I can get. Here, take this.” He tosses you the gold dragon you paid him moments ago, which you catch in your left hand. “More money for the bets means more money for me in the end.”

Raina sighs out. “I have no clue who even is going to win. Thanks for the money though, baby.” She kisses you on the cheek, after saying such an endearing pet name for the first time to you.

“Well, now that that's settled,” you bid Mills a goodbye for now as you head to the stables.

“Wait!” he calls after you. “One more thing. If we get the chance to . . .Look, there's this girl I want to fok. Her name is Elinor Tyrell! She lives in High Garden with Margaery Tyrell. You know about her from the books, right?”

You feel you stomach go a bit queasy at hearing that name. Of course he wants to fuck Elinor Tyrell. He must have been a player that got attached to the waifu you randomly threw in for Isaac to develop a bond with. You ignore that thought and simply give him a nod.

“Hopefully with all your newly earned wealth you'll have a chance with her.” You force a smile and Mills nods happily, finally letting you go and returning to where his own bed resides.

Raina and yourself lay your bedrolls out on some soft hay that doesn't smell like piss and the two of you drift off to sleep.

. . .

“BLEUGH!” Your eyes shoot open to the sound of someone vomiting. You glance to your right to spy Raina on all fours spewing chunks of last night's meal all over the straw near one particularly displeased horse. She must have crawled over there while you were still unconscious

You chuckle. “You alright there? Can't handle the smell of horse shit?”

Raina wipes her mouth with her sleeve as she nods her head no.

“Nooooooo. This is much worse than horseshit. This is bullshit is what this is!”

You frown. “What are you . . .” as the realization hits you your eyes bulge in your head. Scrabbling into a kneeling position, you crawl over to her. “Wait, you aren't saying –”

“I'm late and I'm not talking about a hair appointment. Shit!” She's almost in tears.

You blink. “You said you had an IUD!”

“I did!” she exclaims. “It should have been fine . . . but, . . . nah, I think I'm fucking pregnant. Fucksticks!”

“ . . . Is it mine?”

“I don't know!”

“How can you not know?!”

“ Uhhhhhh,” she draws out, unwilling to vocalize her answer.

You grimace in disgust. “Really? What happened to not wanting to have to fuck some guy for money?”

“He had a LOT of money. And he's not that bad . . .” Raina trails off.

“Bad looking?” you ask for clarification.

“Uhhhhh, sure. Let's go with that. I'm certainly no ableist bigot!” she mockingly declares before vomiting into the hay again. “Ugh, is there some sort of abortion thing on this planet?”
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>Yeah, we'll get you some moon tea
>I . . . want to keep the kid
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>442627
>You seriously fucked the dwarf?
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>>442627
>let's talk to Tyrion about it
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>>442627
She whored herself out? Literally slept around on us? When she didn't even have to? What a fucking degenerate whore. Seriously?

Kill her.
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>>442628
>Give me them kids
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>>442628
>let's talk to Tyrion about it
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>>442628
Moon tea, this isn't the fucking situation to have a child. We're trying to save the entirety of westeros here.
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>>442628
>Yeah, we'll get you some moon tea
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>>442627
>have dem chilluns like the good chridtian you are
>I mean come on "I" rolled 100
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>>442628
>keep the kid
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>>442636
This too
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>>442628
Nobody else is disgusted by this deceitful degenerate behaviour?

Cucks, All of you are cucks.

Raina fucking dropped.
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>>442634
>>442636
>>442648
>>442651

WHUH?

>>442635
>>442640

Talk to Tyrion

>>442637
>>442644
>>442645

I want the kids

>>442641
>>442642

Abort
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>>442628
>>I . . . want to keep the kid
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>>442636
Let mill do it
Hes a bro
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>>442636
I agree we need to cleanse westeros form degenerates, starting with her.
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Don't fucking kill her
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>>442667
W-Wait are people actually saying this? Weren't we talking about building house shakespear up a while ago? Just give her the options. Sure you can have a terrible painfull abortion that might make you not be able to have kids again or you can give the kid the name shakespear and then raise it for me! *shit eating grin*
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>>442676
whoa whoa whoa
we're not legitimizing them. Raise them sure why not. But as bastards. We'll have legitimate heirs later
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>>442683
and not with Raina, she's our slutpprentice nothing more
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“You seriously fucked the dwarf?” you ask, anger in your tone no matter how hard you try to be-still your beating heart.

“. . . Yeah.”

“Why did you whore yourself out when you didn't have to?”

“I mean I didn't sleep with him JUST because he's rich and a safety net for when slash if you get yourself killed. He's also charming and smart and witty. And . . .” She turns around and sits on her rump, scooting away from the vomit, hands wrapped round her knees.

“And?” you demand for her to finish the list of his supposed 'good points'.

“And he's not . . . too . . . ugly,” she sort of draws out the statement.

You shake your head. “I can't believe you fucked Tyrion fucking Lannister behind my back!”

She looks at you, offended. “I'm sorry – should I have done it in front of your face instead!”

You stare at her, confused.

She rolls her eyes. “OH WILLIAM!” Raina mockingly screams in orgasmic pleasure. “OH WILLIAM YES! YES! HARDER! Seriously? You just fucked some random peasant girl because she had her legs open for you?”

Raina huffs and crosses her arms across her chest. Shit, she's talking about Dara. You did sort of plow that girl while you were getting drunk at Timos's farm. You didn't think Raina would get mad about that though. You weren't . . . going steady or anything. You shake your head to get yourself out of your thoughts.

“Well, Dara isn't a dwarf!” you defend yourself.

“Oh? So then you wouldn't be mad if I had let all those black guys gang bang me? Since none of them are dwarves!”

“Black guys?” you ask, perplexed.

“The Night's Watchy guys,” she waves her hand demurely as if the specific name isn't important. “The dudes who live in the cold place. You wouldn't mind if I had fucked one of them while you were with your precious Dara?”

“So you fucked the Imp to get back at me?” you deduce, incredulous.

“I fucked whoever I fucked just like you fucked whoever you fucked because we're not together!”

Pause.

“Are we?!” she bookends her mini-rant. That is a loaded question if there ever was one.

>Raina, please marry me and have my children
>Alright, from now on – we're monogamous
>We're just fuckbuddies
>We're through completely
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>442688
>We're just fuckbuddies, maybe more later
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>>442688
>Let's just be master and apprentice with benefits. Like those ancient greeks- but straight
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>>442688
From now on we're monogamous, if I step out on you- you can kill me and vice versa.
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>>442688
>We're through completely

if you vote to marry or be monogamous, you are a cuck
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>>442688
>>Raina, please marry me and have my children
I'm all in fuckers I'm invested in those kids those where my best rolls
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>>442688
Fuckbuddy and someone who works for us, nothing more
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>>442688
>>Alright, from now on – we're monogamous
Let mills have the fun
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>>442688
BFFs with benefits ťbh
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>>442691
this because it's funny.
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>>442688
>>We're just fuckbuddies
It's a TRAP!
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>>442696
>>442688
change my vote
>Alright, from now on – we're monogamous
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quit memeing you fucks we're making the 8
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>>442688
>Alright, from now on – we're monogamous
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>>442704
b-but muh waifu
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>>442688
>Alright, from now on – we're monogamous
>Raina, please marry me and have my children
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>>442709
she's cool but not waifu material
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>>442690 (proxyfag)
>>442691
>>442698 (proxyfag)
>>442700 (proxyfag)
>>442701
>>442702

Just fuckbuddies

>>442693
>>442696
>>442699
>>442705

Monogamy

>>442694
We're done

The three people who voted fuckbuddies with only one ID have 5 minutes to post again under that same ID
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>>442694
>>442688
changing my vote to
>We're just fuckbuddies
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>>442713
Yeah hi, I´m not a proxy fuck, my router just resets my IP daily.
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Alright you're fuckbuddies now.
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>>442700
>>442713
this is me, idk if the id will stay the same I'm on mobile data at work like the pleb I am
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>>442688
>>We're just fuckbuddies
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>>442715
then looks like you're required to post twice a day if you want to participate son.
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can we at least not abort the kids
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Quest dropped.
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Oh yeah shit.

The fucking kids. LOL.

Alright, new vote.


>Talk to Tyrion about Raina's pregnancy
>Insist Raina keep the children
>Insist Raina aborts the children
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>>442713
I cant vote on this shit.too much meme magic
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>>442725
>Talk to Tyrion about Raina's pregnancy
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>>442725
>>Insist Raina keep the children
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>>442725
>>Talk to Tyrion about Raina's pregnancy
Get cucked bru
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>>442725
>Talk to Tyrion about Raina's pregnancy
tell him it's his child.
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>>442725
talk to tyron
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>>442720
B-b-but I live in a very different time zone.
>>442725
>Talk to Tyrion about Raina's pregnancy
We gonna cuck this dwarf into oblivion.
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>>442720
proofski
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>>442725
>Insist Raina aborts the children
Falcon Punch the babbies
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>>442725
talk 2 tyrion
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>>442725
Don't talk to Tyrion and don't insist shit.
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>>442725
>Insist Raina keep the children
Abortion is a sin!
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>>442725
>cucking tyrion winning by a landslide

We be niggers now.
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>>442742
Does that mean we tell him it is his? Because funny as that would be I am sure he has basterds scattered all across the seven kingdoms and wouldn't really give a shit about a couple more.
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>>442727
>>442729
>>442730
>>442732
>>442733
>>442737

I'm pretty sure telling Tyrion wins and I don't feel like checking.
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Wouldn't it be better to just tell her about Moon Tea and let her make her own choices?
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“We're not together,” you state with conviction. “Just . . . master and apprentice with benefits. Like the Ancient Greeks, but straight.”

Raina thankfully cracks a tiny smile as you say that. “That's what I thought. Let's keep it simple.” She leans forward and gives you a peck on the lips.

You get up and dust off some of the stable straw. “Now let's go inform Tyrion Lannister of our predicament.”

. . .

You find Tyrion breaking his fast accompanied by Yoren and Morrec. The three of them talk and joke – almost like old friends. Morrec looks to have gotten much better since Jyck's untimely demise and Yoren actually seems to have warmed up a bit in this much more temperate climate. As you approach, you believe your scent informs them of your presence long before they hear your boots scuff the floor or catch sight of your person in their peripheral vision.

Tyrion turns to look at you and gives you a smug grin. “You should probably bathe William. I'll want us to head out soon.”

You lean in and whisper into his ear the cold hard truth as bluntly as possible. “Raina's pregnant.”

As you pull back you watch his face melt into a look of shock. He lets his fork clatter to the plate, sausage still skewered on its prongs, and shimmies out of his seat to waddle after you. You lead the dwarf outside as a few outriders make their way past the Inn to King's Landing. Raina stands awkwardly near the crossroads as the two of you make your way over to her.

“Lady Raina,” Tyrion begins. “Is the news William told me true?”

She nods her head. “I believe so.”

Tyrion's eyes artfully glance to your visage before falling back to Raina. “Do you know whose it –”

“Nope! And I think I want to get rid of it," she declares

“Of course of course!” Tyrion nods his head. “Once we make it to King's Landing I'll send for moon tea straight away.”

>No, don't abort the baby!
>This is a good plan
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>>442772
>This is a good plan
remove babies
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>>442772
>This is a good plan
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>>442772
>>This is a good plan
Nobody fucking wants the baby. Westeros is no place for an unwanted baby. You can even sell the aborted baby to some noble lady as an edible restorative!
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>>442772
>This is a good plan
Pro Choice in Westeros!
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>>442772
>This is a good plan
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>>442772
>>No, don't abort the baby
>>
Let's not abort
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>>442774
>>442776
>>442777
>>442778
>>442779

This is a good plan.

>>442784
>>442786

Don't abort the baby.

Posting thread theme.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wt5EHAqhR1c
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I've kinda lost all interest in Raina desu. On to the next waifu.
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>>442792
She was never a waifu to begin with. She's our kawaii inran kouhai
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>>442791
Fugg
We aborting two perfectly fine babies
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>>442797
this is true, but it better this way because Raina would be a shit mum.
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>>442796
I luckily have no idea what this faggotry means
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Taking a break. Might not post again tonight.
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Rolled 73, 14, 21 = 108 (3d100)

roll
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>>442800
cute slut apprentice
not really but the general jist
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Rolled 66, 51, 55 = 172 (3d100)

>>
Hobbies and Enjoyments

1-2 Acrobatics 51-52 Glassmaking
3-4 Acting 53-54 Animal racing
5-6 Astrology 55-56 Horse riding
7-8 Music appreciation 57-58 Hunting
9-10 Theatre 59-60 Invention
11-12 Gaming (e.g. chess) 61-62 Jewelry making
13-14 Boating/Sailing 63-64 Jousting
15-16 Collecting 65-66 Juggling
17-18 Calligraphy 67-68 Metalwork
19-20 Cards 69-70 Painting
21-22 Carving 71-72 Philosophizing
23-24 Combat competition 73-74 Reading
25-26 Cooking 75-76 Research
27-28 Dancing 77-78 Riddles
29-30 Dicing 79-80 Sewing
31-32 Animal fighting 81-82 Sports (Wrestling, racing, etc)
33-34 Eating 83-84 Storytelling
35-36 Drinking 85-86 Swimming
37-38 Embroidery 87-88 Art appreciation
39-40 Falconry 89-90 Weaving
41-42 Fishing 91-92 Woodworking
43-44 Fortune-telling 93-94 Writing
45-46 Singing 95-96 Playing an instrument
47-48 Gambling 97-98 Pipe smoking
49-50 Gardening 99-100 Bird watching

>>442803
73: Reading
14: Boating
21: Carving
95: Playing an Instrument

>>442805
66: Juggling
51: Glass-making
55: Horse-Riding
95: Playing an instrument
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>>442807
>juggling
we're a traveling entertainer check
>glass making
we know alchemy check
>horse riding
self explanatory

believable and arguably IC ťbh
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Alright I'm done for the night. Going to bed.

I'm thinking a retcon may be best but I figure I'm only going to retcon one action. I'm leaving it up as a vote for the players until I do another session tomorrow or perhaps later.

Reply to this post with one of these numbers and that action never will have happened.

1. Gay sex with Benjen.

2. Seducing Raina

3. Giving Tyrion the go ahead to fuck Raina

4. Getting Raina pregnant

5. Fuck retcons you pussies
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>>442824
5
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>>442791
I'm gone for a second and anons purge our legacy? What's this!?

And why were anons so mad about Raina seducing Lord Moneybag?
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>>442824
>2
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>>442824
2
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>>442824
>5
No regrets
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>>442824
>5. Fuck retcons you pussies
I felt that the Benjen encounter lacked some kind of built-up, it appeared too suddenly.
The other choices and happenings, I can relate to, they seem plausable.
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Retcon is another word for the QM failure. Trick = Failed QM.
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>>442834
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>>442824
>5
a true man moves forward regardless of his mistakes
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>>442829
>>442830
just because it didn't end in total victory... it makes it more interesting, that the protagonist doesn't have a magical i-win button for every story development.

>>442835
"Shh shh, there there. I'm here for you, Trick dear. Shh shh, there, all better now. And now go and continue to write the Velo-Raina-love-romance quest!"
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>>442824
5
Let's go with no retcons

But I feel If we had a bit less of this Raina waifu bullshit we'd be better off, that shit seems to me like only slowing down the quest
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>>442827
>>442831
>>442833
>>442838
>>442842
>>442838
>>
>>442824
5
Everything is fiiiiiiiine
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>>442824
>3. Giving Tyrion the go ahead to fuck Raina
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>>442847
>>442848
But without those, it's just a generic travel-to-another-world-and-don't-do-anything-wrong quest...
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>>442824
I love seeing the ship sink
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>>442878
It's no sinking, it's soaring!
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>>442878
Huh
So much for never posting under that trip
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>>442931
Velo##223344664499

There you go now it's truly dead
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>>442940
Why don't you take it one step further and kill yourself
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>>442878
>>442940
what got you so bothered. I thought you sorted things out with Trick. Was that Benjen scene so bad? Cheer up my third favorite qm :^)
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>>442824
1
>>
>>442824
>5
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>>443123
>>442824
Changing to 3, I don't want tyrion's herpes
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>>442824
>5. Fuck retcons you pussies
>>443154
Tyrion doesn't have herpes, he has plot armor
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>>442824
3
>>
>>442824
5
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>>442824
3
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>>442878
Kek,it has been sinking for 2 weeks
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>>442824
>3
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>>442824
3
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>>442824
5
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>>442824
letting tyrion fuck Raina, basically with the thing that she is going to possibly marry us, if she is worthy.

We NEED that waifu. We need a household with a couple who KNOW Earth.
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>>442824
3
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>>442824
>Giving Tyrion the go ahead to fuck Raina
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>>442824
3
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>>442844
>>442824
had enough time to think better changing my vote to 3
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>>442824
3

Why is velo even here?
At least trick sticks to quests..
>>
I would vote benjen
But too many memes
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>>442824
3
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>>442827
>>442831
>>442833
>>442838
>>442842 (proxyfag)
>>442845
>>443163
>>443237 (proxyfag)
>>443513

Fuck Retcons

>>442848
>>443154
>>443210 (proxyfag)
>>443239
>>443260
>>443429
>>443534 (proxyfag)
>>443648
>>443655
>>443673 (proxyfag)

Giving Tyrion the go ahead to fuck Raina


It's a tie. But 3 has more proxyfags. So the winner is no retcons.
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>>442824
Changing to 3 (instead of 5) if we're going to marry her...
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>>443709
Good decision! Manly.
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>>443709
>Joining late means I'm using proxy
Dammit trick, I swear I'm not Velo or something
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anyone who posted late you have to post more than your vote or be called a proxy
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>>443709
hey i'm voting 5.
just in case
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>>443778
Well there now, 3 posts
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>>443723
>waifuing the first girl you see
I am dissapointed in you guys
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>>443709
>being called a proxyfag
>actually a regular fag
feelsbadman
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>>443709
btw actual samefagging
>>443648
>>442848
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>>443963

MILLENNIUM!

THE ABSOLUTE MADMAN
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>>442940
Test
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>>444012
lel it works
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Yall are a bunch of inbred niggers if i've ever seen some. You missed so much shit it makes me wonder just what the fuck is going on here.
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Hey guys!!! I was wondering if I could join this quest!!
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>>444174
I mean we have strict standards. Let's see if you pass.

1. Who is Jon Snow's real parents
2. Which character saw foreshadowing of the Red Wedding
3. Lord Commander Mormont is the __ Lord Commander of the Night's Watch (Fill in the blank with a number)
4. What is Sansa's favorite food?
5. Horn Hill belongs to which noble family?

If you get all of those right, you can join.
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>>444194
Lol I don't know XDDDDDDDD
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>>444194
>accepted inky who doesn't know any of this.
also it's High Inquisitor being a dick.
also 99% of people who've read would need to at least go on the wiki one time to respond to the 3 last questions.
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>>444194
1. Dick
2. Dick
3. Dick
4. Dick
5. Dick
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>>444194
Sorry
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>>444216
I recon he might have given the right answer on question 4
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>>444194
OK Let's go :
1. Lyana and Rheagar(not confirmed in books)
2. Dragon bitch(you can count the old witch arya met also that clown that Stannis has, dunno their names in english and 2lazy to look)
3.Shit dunno its around 990 something
4. Lemon cake
5. Tarley(Sams familly)
3
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>>444194
Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen
Daenerys? Also maybe a few others.
997th, I'm pretty sure.
No idea.
Tarly.
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>>444227
1. >misspelled Rhaegar

2. >Calling Patchface a clown and not a jester

3. Not knowing it is 997.

4. The only correct answer.

5. >misspelling Tarly

Unncessary 3 at the bottom of your post.

I mean, are you even trying.

>>444216
Correct! You're in.
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>>444240
Fuckin' knew it.
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>>444240
>Correct! You're in.
Sansa confirmed for being a dick eating slut
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>>444249
Ramsey broke her.
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>>444254
I thought that was a fake sansa
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>>444240
>implying Patchface isn't clown material
Just add a red nose and you are set to have a nice birthday party
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>>444260
It was a fake Arya in the books. But Sansa is getting that Sweet Robin dick in the books.
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>>444269
Not even she gonna get skewered by Harry the Heir after Sweet Robin gets Littlefingered
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>>444273
>implying Sweet Robin isn't going to get to at least succ on Sansas tits before he gets Littlefingered
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Fucking tripper niggers die eat shit fucktards
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>>444289
Are you the real velo?
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>>444289
yes
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“Yeah, that's a good idea,” you second Tyrion's plan. Pregnancy in this universe is a bitch where even the rich and powerful noblewomen can end up dying if things go badly. And if there is even a 1% chance that that child is Tyrion's . . . you don't want to bring another dwarf into the world. This is a series of bad coincidences and bad timing. She needs to abort that child.

With that decision taken care of, you and Raina bathe to wash the stink of horses off yourselves and mount up for the final week of riding. Mills, Bronn and Chiggen accompany you. Tyrion is a bit curious and wary when they first travel beside you, but you quickly soothe his concersn with your silver tongue and an explanation that you would like to not risk his own men for your safety from now on. Tyrion accepts your explanation and the presence of your three new guards – primarily due to the brothers of the night's watch and your reputation for loyalty.

Raina says she will focus on learning to ride for the last week of your journey.

>That sounds good
>Focus on lockpicking
>Focus on rope tying
>Focus on something else? (what)

AND

>Train Millennium further
>Practice horsemanship yourself
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>444545
>>That sounds good
>Something else? (write-in)
talk with mills about what he did before here.
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>Focus on lockpicking
and
>Train Millennium further
he'll be around us more then some horse
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>>444545
>That sounds good
>Piss of mills
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>>444545
>Focus on something else? (what)
>Something else? (write-in)
Kill yourselves.
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>>444545
>That sounds good
>Train Millennium further
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>>444545
>That sounds good
>Train Millennium further
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>>444662
Why do you wish for characters to die?

Writing!
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>>444669
Fucking kill ourselves. End it all.
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Your trip from the Riverlands into the Crownlands – the region where the noble houses pay homage directly to the Iron Throne – is rather uneventful. Raina spends her time willfully ignoring her pregnancy despite vomiting almost every morning in some bush or behind some tree and you spend your time training your dog Millennium.

Wait just a second. Mills . . . Millennium . . . could such a thing be possible? You shake your head and refuse to dwell on it. Millennium seemed so supportive of you you'd be crazy to think some South African loudmouth with a penchant for making lewd or aggressive comments could be that devoted fan you appreciated so dearly.

Your irish wolfhound learns how to seek out objects in an area if you give him a proper whiff of the thing you're looking for and he learns to pull or drag objects on command.

. . .

To your right you pass by a lake that Chiggen points out contains the Isle of Faces – one of the last known areas south of the Neck with a plethora of weirwood trees. You feel a shudder go down your spine as you can vaguely make out the faces in the white-barked, red-leafed grove far off in the distance. Those things represent a real, presence of a foreboding power to you unlike the rest of your companions.

. . .

You spy the great capital of King's Landing looming massively over the skyline hours before you reach the Dragon's Gate – one of the seven massive entrances to the city and the one that leads directly to the Kingsroad you've been traveling upon.

The Valyrian inscriptions you cannot read are accompanied by chiseled ruby dragons, flapping their massive wings around the entrance to the grand city. They are both a display of opulence as well as a very old warning. This is a city constructed by the Targaryens – the Dragonkings. Now, however, a stag makes his home here. A pretender to such untold power raging in a dragon's maw.

Tyrion is greeted by one Humfrey Waters at the entrance to the Grand City. The commander of the Dragon's Gate is a bastard it seems.

“You're in luck Lord Tyrion,” Waters explains to the smallest of the lions from underneath his helmet. “The jousts begin tomorrow! I hope your brother takes it all!”

“As do I,” Tyrion jovially commends with a laugh.

You sure don't, you think to yourself. Because if Jaime magically wins due to sibling power ups or some other bullshit you can't even begin to imagine, you'll have just thrown away all your money.

Tyrion looks to you as your small cadre finally makes it past the hovels hastily constructed outside the city and into the street where you get a good long look at the featureless East barracks of the City Watch – the infamous goldcloaks.
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Tyrion turns to you, Raina and your three mercenaries. “I will be escorting the Night's Watchmen here to the Red Keep so they may peruse the dungeons and beseech King Robert for aid to their frozen lodgings. I will also need to speak with my brother, my sweet sister, my nephew, the King himself and Grand Maester Pycelle to make the proper . . . arrangements.” He gives Raina a pointed look, to which she responds with a polite nod.

“I'm afraid we must part ways for now, William. Keep yourself safe. The people here aren't made to handle the cold. But in that same vein, I doubt you Northerners are made to handle the poison that surrounds you here.”

Tyrion nods once more, before urging his horse forward with Yoren and Morrec at his flanks.

Alright. It's time for you to . . .

>Find a bookie in Flea Bottom
>Contact Eddard Stark
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>444811
>>Find a bookie in Flea Bottom
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>>444811
>Find a bookie in Flea Bottom
Would a bookie in flea bottom have enough coin to back up the kind of bets we're laying down?
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>>444811
>Contact Eddard Stark
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>>444815
I don't think there are any bookies outside of flea bottom so yes.
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>>444811
>>Find a bookie in Flea Bottom
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>>444811
>Find a bookie in Flea Bottom
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Writing!
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Anyone else kind of feel like striking out on our own after the tournament? I feel like we should have the dosh, the muscle, and the necessary skills to provide for ourself.
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Guys if I might make a suggestion, firstly don't bet all our cash lest we loose. Secondly be aware little finger will be watching, third other anons in this world may effect the results
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>>444847
What would we do, just keep trying to save lives?
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It's time to make yourself a fair bit of dosh. After stabling your horses due to the nature of the location you're going to – all under Tyrion's pay thankfully – you begin to weave your way on foot through the city streets.

The downhill trek is fraught with distractions, peddlers of cheap goods and crowds of potential pickpockets. More than once Bronn ends up backhanding some small child and threatening to stab the kid dead. Thankfully he waits for you to give the go ahead before making good on his threat and you ask Bronn each time to let the poor child go. You haven't reached the point where you're okay with child murder.

You finally make it off of Rhaenys' Hill – one of King's Landing's three Hills named after one of Aegon's sister-wives – and into Flea Bottom, the poorest area of King's Landing. It has a stench of pigsties and stables, tanner's sheds mixed in with the smell of winesinks and whorehouses. The buildings lean over the narrow, winding, labyrinthine streets – all of which are unpaved – almost touching each other. Dark alleys where dark deeds occur are everywhere around you. You are sure without the three brutal-looking men you're bringing with you, something nasty and unfortunate would occur as Chiggen leads you to a reliable bookie he knows of in the area.

You enter a smelly hovel of an establishment and approach a rickety looking old man standing behind a large counter.

Four armed guards, various shades of sun-baked brown, stand near the back, eyeing you all with hastily summoned stink eyes. Bronn just smiles at them, proving how little he cares for their attempts at intimidation.

Chiggen and the rickety old man – who you learn is named Sabas – have a pleasant friendly conversation. Eventually after the pleasantries of 'you old fuck' and 'dickless moron' cease, Chiggen invites you up to the front to place your bets on the first round of the tournament. You ask to see a ledger filled with the list of jousts and see many names you recognize.

You see a lot of riders you don't recognize but many you do. There are 64 competitors which means there are 32 jousts. And you know from what occurred in the books who are the winners of sixteen of those jousts. Now thankfully the way betting works is the more jousts you bet on in a row for that round the more your winnings will increase according to the odds of that rider winning. However, if you are wrong about that rider you lose it all. It's the reason why most people only bet on one or two riders – for sure winners like Jaime or the Mountain that Rides. You however are almost entirely sure you know half the winners of the first round.

So the question is – do you think everything goes exactly how it happened in the books?

>Only bet on surefire winners (Jaime, Sandor, Loras, The Mountain)
>Bet on all the winners


AND

>Bet all your money
>Bet half your money
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>>444933
>Bet on all the winners
>Bet all your money

GO BIG OR GO HOME
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>>444933
Bet on all of the winners but keep some cash back in case of shenanigans
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>>444933
>Bet on all the winners
>Bet all your money
Welcome to cash money street boiz
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>>444933
>Bet on all the winners
>AND
>Bet 3/4 of your money
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>>444933
>>Bet on all the winners
>Bet half your money
someone might pull some shit
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>>444933
>bet on all the winners
>bet all your money
heavy risk, but the priiiize
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Writing!
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Fuck it. You're betting it all on everyone you know wins the first round.

You drop 2580 silver stags down on the bookie's table and point out sixteen names. Sabas just laughs to himself as he sweeps your money onto his side of the desk.

“Your loss,” he simply comments. Chiggen does give you a concerned look.

“Wait!” Raina shouts from behind you and pulls out four gold dragons, pushing them towards the older man. “Add this to the bet as well.”

Sabas rolls his eyes and takes the money. That adds another 840 silver stags to the pot, raising your initial bet to 3420 silver stags.

And that all might be going down the drain. But you have hope that Ser Hugh of the Vale and Beric Dondarrion and Meryn Fuckin' Trant actually pull through and do as they do in the novels.

You exit the bookie's shop shaking, fear and anxiety that you may have just thrown away everything you've built up to now if you even MISREMEMBERED one tiny little detail of the tournament – NO. You've memorized that fucking chapter of Sansa's. You know what happens. You'll win. You're sure of it as long as some idiot like Mills hasn't fucked everything up. Raina pulls out a single gold dragon and shows it to you.

“This is all the money we've got if this fails,” she whispers to you. Fuck. You look to Mills who gives you a cocky thumbs up. He's not afraid it seems. You're really playing the game now. And this is your power play. Best hope you don't wake up tomorrow a penniless beggar.

Bronn and Chiggen eye each other nervously. 'Follow you to the end of your coinpurse' may just be coming up real soon for them.

>What now, risk taker? (write-in)
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>>444991
>What now, risk taker? (write-in)
Find a really nice tavern in the nicest part of town.
Play the fuck outta that lute.
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>>444995
+1
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>>444995
+1
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>>444995
+1
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>>444991
>"Look on the bright side, if you disliked my employ you might be out of it real soon."
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>>445008
supporting
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>>444991
Earn more money to pay the guards and bronn
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>>444995
+1
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Roll me 3d100. Best of 3.

This isn't a check.

This is the number of silver stags you manage to earn via your playing.
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Rolled 87, 25, 29 = 141 (3d100)

>>445021
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Rolled 54, 71, 30 = 155 (3d100)

>>445021
Im bringing back the old trip
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Rolled 16, 37, 22 = 75 (3d100)

>>445021
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>>445021
dice+3d100
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>>445038
lol ur a scrub
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Rolled 30, 8, 37 = 75 (3d100)

>>445021
Too late but i want my roll
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Rolled 14, 1, 88 = 103 (3d100)

>>445038
you moron
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>>445050
>14 1 88
>14/88
somehow insulting yourself yield results.
Also you have an ID so everyone can see how good you are at insulting yourself.
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>>445050
>the scrub rolled a nat 1
jesus christ, I didn't think you coulg get any scrubbier
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>>445050
wow
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>>445052

I totally didn't know about that.... :^)
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You spend the rest of your evening going to one of the richer districts in King's Landing near the Iron Gate which leads to Rosby Road and playing your music for the richer common folk.

Over the course of the day you earn 188 silver stags from passing sculptors, artists, armorers and smiths who like the cut of your jib and the sound of your voice. You manage to work in some good practice while also entertaining the people of King's Landing.

. . .

As it nears night time, you and your armed bodyguards make your way to a nice Inn – The Iron Stag. The sign out front is molded into the shape of one proud, strutting stag completely out of iron. Chiggen tells you it used to be called the Iron Dragon but sure changed its tune once Robert Baratheon won the rebellion.

You laugh to yourself. The Iron Stag? Almost a reference to Stannis Baratheon himself.

The food is excellent and so are the beds. You pay for everyone's meals and their inn rest just to make sure Bronn and Chiggen are content and happy.

“I expect a gold dragon to split between the three of us tomorrow,” Bronn tells you over a chicken leg at dinner, fixing you with a serious stare. “If you don't have that I take what you do have and you lose our services.”

You gulp and nod to the cutthroat mercenary as he bites into his food unperturbed.

Here's hoping things go well, huh? You squeeze Raina's hand a little tightly. Bronn is not someone you would like to piss off.

. . .

You arise the next morning bright and early. After jostling Raina awake, you look outside the window in your room and see the far off mist of Blackwater Bay seeping in from the coastline. You take a deep breath. The Tourney of the Hand is already beginning most likely. The first round of the jousts will occur soon.

>Watch the first round of jousts
>Play your lute for more mone
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>445088
>Watch the first round of jousts
I think we have a stag to split. I want to know our fate the moment it's determined.
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>>445088
>Watch the first round of jousts
if we fail i want to know how.
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>>445088
>Watch the first round of jousts
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>>445088
>Watch the first round of jousts
Keep an eye out for anyone like us who are unsurprised by the outcomes.
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>>445088
>Watch the first round of jousts
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>>445088
>watch the first round of jousts
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>>445099
or extremely surprised if the plan fails.
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>>445088
>Watch the first round of jousts

I want to see if Trick will pull off le epic twist where we lose everything.
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>>445104
Huh.

Good point.

Roll me 1d100 + doesn't matter, best of 3. This is a spot check. DC: Roll me 100.

Writing afterwards.
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Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>445107
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Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>445107
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Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>445107
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Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>445107
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Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>445107
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Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>445107
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Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>445107
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>>445111
you can all thank me cucking that 100
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>>445119
INKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!!!
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>>445111
DELET
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>>445107
i-is 61 good enough?
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>>445148
Sorry took a bit of a break.

Getting back to writing.

No, 61 is not good enough.
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So, why did you guys hire Bron again?
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>>445170
Because he is highly capable? Honestly I thought we were looking for him to replacion Tyrion's man who we got killed but then we met Mills and ... wanted to keep him close?
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You and your allies saddle up on your horses and ride round the walls of the city so as to avoid any potential blockages. You pass the Red Keep as it is still draining of nobles, but at this point it is the more minor houses. The King and Queen are probably already at the Tourney grounds, drinking and feasting as the knights present themselves. You also pass beside the River Gate, which is currently open so fishmongers can travel to the tourney from the wharfs on the Blackwater Rush.

You finally make it to the King's Gate and join the crowds of smallfolk trailing after the dressed up nobles to spectate the pageantry and gaiety of The Hand's Tourney.

It seems you've arrived a bit late. The jousts have already begun. As you and your companions guide your horses to the back of the gawking commoners viewing the tournament from far away, you spot Jory Cassel already barreling down the lists with the Direwolf banner proudly displayed on the tabard upon his horse.

You suck in a breath as you watch with the rest of the crowd – a bit more concerned than them however.

You faintly hear the loud CRASH as the tip of Jory's lance smashes into the breastplate of . . . Ser Horas Redwyne you believe? The red-headed Southroner flies off his horse and cheers go up. You even hear King Robert's booming voice from all the way on his raised platform.

“The North showing what they can do!” He shouts as a jolly laugh follows his declaration.

>Watch the tourney from here
>Try to find Tyrion
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>445179
>Try to find tyrion
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>>445179
>Try to find Tyrion
Maybe he'll pay us.
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>>445179
>Try to find Tyrion
Might as well entertain the little lord also top notch seats of course!
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Dont do ANYTHING unusual
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>>445186
This just play some tunes and don't distract anyone
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>>445179
>Watch the tourney from here
Better to stay out of sight while we get da big bucks.
The guy who made every winning bet will draw enough eyes.
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>>445179
Go find Tyrion and thank Joffery for the fine knife.
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Roll me 1d100 + 7, best of 3.

This is a search check.
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Rolled 96 + 7 (1d100 + 7)

>>445197
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Rolled 66 + 7 (1d100 + 7)

>>445197
Bet this has a high DC, he is fucking short.
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Rolled 98 + 7 (1d100 + 7)

>>445197
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Rolled 82 + 7 (1d100 + 7)

>>445197
Good night
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>>445198
noice
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>>445198
>>445200
Guess he finds us then?
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this better fucking work. If we manage to have gambled properly, we will be home free and very wealthy.
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Shit. You don't want to be all the way back here with badly dressed commoners. You're going to look for Lord Tyrion! You try to find a path to guide your horse forward through the mass of bodies but it is quite apparent that unless you want to trample a bunch of people you're going to have to get close to the section of the audience where the High Lords and other assorted nobles watch on foot.

Chiggen offers to stay behind and protect the horses, so you trot your steeds off a little ways behind the crowd as the sound of Jaime Lannister soundly defeating his opponent causes the gathering to go wild. Alright, there's 2 of 16. So far, so good.

Bronn pushes people out of the way, and whenever someone gives him a dirty look he gives them one right back that screams 'do you really want to start something?'

The answer is a resounding 'no' from every single drunken patron. By the time your party of four has maneuvered their way through the throngs of commoners, some young boy exclaims that Barristan Selmy has soundly defeated a man thirty years his younger. As expected. 3 of 16.

You make it to where the actual stands are and immediately spot where Tyrion Lannister sits.

. . . you also spot the man he sits next to. Petyr fuckin' Baelish. Littlefinger. He and Tyrion seem to be sharing a bottle, drinking as they watch the jousts.

You sigh out as you and your guards make it to the packed section of noble-born folk. Two goldcloaks approach from where they were stationed at the edges, hands on their pommels.

“Halt,” one orders. “Back with the rest of the commoners.”

Gregor Clegane absolutely destroys his opponent in a thunderous crash of his lance, which causes Robert Baratheon to bray like a drunken ass. You're a fourth of the way there.

>Yeah, we'll go back with the rest of the commoners
>I am Lord Tyrion's personal bard
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>445221
>>Something else? (write-in)
I'm a friend of lord Tyrion, please ask him yourself my name is William Shakespeare
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>>445221
>>Something else? (write-in)
I've got business with that fucking midget over there. Basterd kicked my dog! Lemme at 'em.
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>>445221
Eh, I don't wanna risk pissing off our patron. I mean, do we really want to seem clingy?
On the other hand, meeting Littlefinger.
Then again, meeting Littlefinger.

>>445226
I'll second this.
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just give tyrion some fucking space.

We MUST be as invisible as possible.
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>>445226
+1
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>>445232
This
>>
Writing!
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>>445221
>I am lord tyrions personal bard
Also play for both littlefinger and tyrion
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>>445232
Seconding.

We don't NEED to play, let's just watch the bloody joust.
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“I'm a friend of Lord Tyrion's,” you inform the two city guards. They exchange looks. You gesture to your noble's outfit. “If you don't trust me, ask him yourself!” You stick your nose up at them.

One of them sighs. “Stay right there. I'll be right –”

“No need,” you hear a familiar voice say. From behind the stands stumbles Morrec holding a flask. “He knows Lord Tyrion. Yes he does. Lord Tyrion knows the girl too. Intimately,” Morrec sort of spits out the last part, semi-disgusted. Whether at Tyrion or Raina, it's hard to say. Raina folds her arms and fumes while the guards roll their eyes and one of them even shakes his head.

“Fine. But the cutthroats stay here.”

“Fok you!” Mills declares, flipping the bird.

Bronn raises a hand in front of Mills' chest. “That's fine. We'll be by the horses, m'lord.”

Bronn and Mills retreat into the currently cheering crowd as The Knight of Flowers claims his first victory of the day. He grants a rose to some noble girl that has the ladies sighing. 5 of 16.

Raina and yourself climb the pews as the city guard eye your ascent suspiciously. You shimmy your way through the nobles, who fix you with irritated glances at your disruption, before finally making it to where the Dwarf sits – his legs dangling off the pew he sits upon.

Tyrion's drunken eyes grow brighter as he spots you. Petyr Baelish turns round himself to study your two forms.

“Littlefinger!” Tyrion declare, backhanding Petyr in the chest merrily. He extends his hand, pointing to the two of you. “Here are two friends of mine. William – my personal bard. And Raina, a female acquaintance of ours. Will, Raina – The Master of Coin himself, Lord Petyr Baelish.”

Petyr extends a hand and grips yours in a firm handshake. Meryn Trant soundly defeats Harwin of Winterfell as Baelish's minty breath washes over you. “Charmed to make your acquaintance. As you can see I am currying favor with the future Lord of Casterly Rock.”

Tyrion cackles as you take your seat and Petyr kisses Raina's hand. “I'm afraid my father will never let me inherit the Rock, Lord Baelish.”

Petyr frowns as he ponders that. “Is the Warden of the West planning to have you killed, Lord Tyrion? You are his eldest son eligible to inherit. Or will Tywin Lannister take a new bride soon?”

Tyrion provides a rueful half-smile. “I'm afraid Jaime Lannister – my elder brother will take the Rock.”

“Jaime Lannister is a member of the Kingsguard,” Petyr points out. “Any children your brother fathers will be bastards.”

“I am a bastard as far as my father is concerned. No, it will go to Jaime. Or to Tommen through Cersei.” Tyrion snorts darkly as he refills his cup with more wine. “Can you imagine a Baratheon holding the Rock?”

Balon Swann defeats Alyn of Winterfell. 7 of 16.

Baelish shrugs. “Not long ago someone might have asked the same thing about King's Landing. Or Dragonstone.”

Tyrion groans.
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>Comment upon that exchange? (write-in)
>New subject? (write-in)
>Just watch the jousts
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>445250
>Just watch the jousts
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>>445249
>Comment upon that exchange? (write-in)
Should Tommen seize the Rock, it would be Cersei who truly rules
God willing it won't be an issue for quite some time.

>Just watch the jousts
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>>445250
>>Comment upon that exchange? (write-in)
>Or will Tywin Lannister take a new bride soon?
Speaking of your lord father taking a new bride, I think he and Lady Olenna Tyrell would make a lovely couple.
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>>445250
>Something else? (write-in)
bring up the topic of the arts and should the seven be kind we plan to hold a live performance some time soon
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>>445250
>Play some music
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Writing!
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>>445250
>Just watch the jousts
Let's not distract the jousters
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“Well,” you begin, drawing the two schemers' attentions. “If Tywin Lannister is taking a bride I believe he and the Queen of Thorns would make a lovely couple.”

Baelish and Tyrion burst into a guffaw of laughter as you finish. You smile inwardly at your joke. Sandor Clegane wins his first joust. Half way there now.

Petyr turns to Tyrion. “I believe you waste his talents keeping him as a singer, Imp. Dress him in motley and make him a jester.”

You make eye contact with one of the most dangerous men in Westeros. “I do believe you say that Lord Baelish because you have yet to hear me sing. Give me a chance and I will regale you with one of the best performances of your life.”

Tyrion nods in agreement as Baelish hears your boast. “William here sang a song that even my sister The Queen had to commend. Prince Tommen himself almost decreed a royal order to rob me of his services. I'm sure his vocals will be pleasing to you.”

Petyr's mouth smiles, but his gray-green eys do not. “If even royalty cannot deny your talent then I'm sure your skills will impress someone as lowborn as myself.” The crowd cheers as Renly Baratheon nabs a victory. 9 of 16.

You give a chuckle as you remember your performance for the Queen. “I believe if Queen Cersei had not been present Prince Tommen truly would have parted me and my Lord. If Prince Tommen is granted Casterly Rock, the Queen will be the one who rules.”

Tyrion scoffs at your guess. “She will be too busy doting on her firstborn here in the Capital.”

“Forgive my impertinence,” Baelish suddenly interjects, fixing your hip with a look. You follow his line of sight and . . . shit. He's staring directly at your dagger – his dagger – THE dagger. “But I must ask: How did a singer acquire such a magnificent blade?”

Tyrion looks down at the object and you see his face curdle for a second before he regains his composure. You keep your face calm as Thoros of Myr wins his joust. 10 of 16!

>It was a gift from Lord Tyrion
>It was a gift from the Crown Prince
>It was a gift from King Robert
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>445265
>It was a gift from the crown prince
Hey it might imply something
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>>445265
>>It was a gift from the Crown Prince
he had one of his servants deliver it me some time ago
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>>445265
The prince had it delivered to me, my heart was his choice- but I chose my hip instead.

Whilst smiling and taking our lute out to play a song,
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Roll me 1d100 + 11, best of 3. This is a bluff check.
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Rolled 88 + 11 (1d100 + 11)

>>445273
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>>445265
>Something else? (write-in)
A man said he had little money to pay for a song so he gave me this instead
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Rolled 26 + 11 (1d100 + 11)

>>445274
I'm rolling don't blame me
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Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>445273
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>>445275
DC 250
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Rolled 14 + 11 (1d100 + 11)

>>445273
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Rolled 38 + 11 (1d100 + 11)

>>445273
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>>445270
We just watch the joust, it's super-impolite to do music now... the jousters are the main attraction. Plus we don't want to change the outcome by sidetracking anyone...

>>445265
>>It was a gift from the Crown Prince
Just imply, we're good buddies with the Royals, brag like a bard does.
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>>445249
>Intimately
Raina already regrets that, right? At least, that people know.
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>>445274
99, best bluffer in all of Westeros! It's like we were born to bluff our way through!
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>>445284
Got 99 problems but a bluff ain't one~
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>>445284
Too bad the DC is 500
You can't bluff past LF
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“It was a gift from the Crown Prince,” you smoothly inform Lord Baelish.

Lord Baelish frowns. “The Crown Prince?” he asks incredulously. “Funny, because that dagger was in my possession until not too long ago. I lost it to King Robert Baratheon himself on a bad bet at the tourney for Prince Joffrey's nameday. I wonder – did the King give his son such a fine dagger as a present? And then, taking such a cherished gift from his father, present it to a singer – an exceptional singer, I'm sure – but a singer all the same?”

Tyrion burps once audibly before bringing his voice down to a whisper. “Perhaps the Crown Prince took his dear Father's dagger without his permission and lost it stupidly. But go ahead Littlefinger. Inform the King so he can beat his son for theft. I'm sure the Crown Prince won't hold a grudge against the man who squealed about his dumb mistakes.”

Petyr Baelish raises his hands in a placating gesture. “Please my good companions, we are all friends here. Fortunes change. Everyday money and possessions exchange hands. No one knows that better than myself – I am the Master of Coin because I understand the losses and gains of such tumultuous events. I am not Varys, attempting to spread all your secrets. I merely wish for a chance to regain such a priceless possession." he fills his glass with a bit more wine. He swirls the liquid contents in his glass, thinking hard as both you and Tyrion sit there sweating.

"100 gold dragons for the blade! Would you not say that's a good deal?” Littlefinger fixes you with a look as he makes his offer.

Beric Dondarrion has defeated his hedge knight opponent, who somehow managed to slay his own horse in the joust. Just like the books. 11 of 16.

>You have a deal
>Higher, Littlefinger (how much?)
>No deal
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>445301
>Something else? (write-in)

100 gold dragons and a dagger to replace this one. Obviously not of the same metal.
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Nah mate

Also I is not at home at the moment
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>>445301
>No deal
For such a fine and quality dagger such as this? Please my Lord I'd rather have it kept on me, metal of this fine quality is such a hard thing to find after all!
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>>445301
>I'll think about it
Let's see what happens with our bet first
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>>445301
A blade of such immeasurable value? A weapon of Valyrian steel... You take me for a fool my lord, but I do not fault you for it.

If you have something other than gold to offer, I may hear it. Otherwise? I have no value for 100 gold dragons in comparison to such a... useful tool.
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Also point out such a weapon is more than a knife it's a signature, I'd hate for this blade to end up in the hands of an assassin or such...only for it to come back to me
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>>445305
+1
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>>445306
this. We won't need the money assuming we win these fights and valy steel is very rare and we may be able to wave it in front of joff at some point.
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>>445306
I'd go with this.
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Alright I need to go to sleep.

voting remains open until I call it tomorrow.

Try not to be a big faggy proxyfag errybody.
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>>445301
>>You have a deal
"Sure." Don't even pause and think about it. It's a nice dagger, but not so nice that we diss 100 gold coins.
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>>445306
+1
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>>445315
100 gold coin isn't valyrian steel.
It's probably the most expensive dagger in the world.
It would cost at least 500 gold coin under normal circumstances i think.
The real problem is the buyer is a tough customer and will likely try acquiring it one way or another.
Either we should say no at least once to see if he start taking us seriously.
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>>445301
>No deal

but
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Holy spitfire got a great idea

Ok make a bet with him the winner gets both, make it on the final winner, we wait till the final then we bet on the looser.

Here's why LF either has his finger on the pulse and will fig it so he wins the dagger but we get our big payout. Or he history is different and we win this bet getting the Gold and keeping the dagger stil lcoming out if this way richer. It's literally impossible to loose
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>>445301
>Something else? (write-in)
>Higher, Littlefinger (how much?)
I want a ship that's in good condition filled with cargo hold filled with preserved food supplies. Cog, fast as they come.
It's easier to find a good ship than it is to find Valyrian Steel I think you'll agree.

There are those who will meet my price even if you won't.
I know the names of several lords that are desperately trying to find any Valyrian steel they can in order to remake their lost family heirlooms.
Wasn't your father on that list as well Tyrion?

If you think my price is outlandish, consider that there are more ships left in world than these.
Besides, you'll eventually get it all back in taxes anyways.
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>>445328
Or this.
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>>445324
100 gold is dirt cheap for Valyrian Steel if you consider it's scarcity.
There's around 200 known Valyrian Steel weapons in Westeros.

Not only are they extremely valuable as objects of research, they're also coveted by nobles to the degree that even with unlimited supply of money, the supply isn't enough to meet the demand.
This is why Tywin, despite being pretty much the head of the richest house in Westeros, has failed in trying to acquire enough Valyrian Steel for a Sword despite attempting to gather it up for years.

Not only that, but ours is an original artifact in pristine condition, which means that a merchant prince would easily pay ten times that amount for it.
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>>445324
I mean, 100g is barely enough for the hilt, seeing that it's made out of dragonbone, gold and has a ruby stuck to it.
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>>445301
>No deal
Valyrian steel and all.
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>>445388
You know it's not only about money, having a valyrian steel weapon does make us a target in a way.
LF is the kind of guy who while very careful most of the time he can get really ballsy when he want something so not giving it to him at a rpice mean he'll try to take it, so we're bargaining for our live potentially as well.
The most dickish would have been to do like
>>445328
said or the opposite on betting on the winner althrough this could backfire immensely.
The best would be to gain a favor or make him respect us more along with a lot of cash.
We know he run a brothel and the common price for a fuck is around 10 silvers so he probably take nine for himself and leave 1 to the whore so he likely get 9 silver per fuck and with like 30 whore in the brothel who likely fuck at least 5 a day he makes 1350 silvers a day so what he's giving us an amount of wealth he can probably amass ONLY FROM THE BROTHEL in one season.
Which is peanuts to little finger, heck the brothel is only there to spy and control people he probably has more viable and rewarding ventures.
A valyrian steel weapon is worth a small mercenary army at least.
I'm pretty sure we can make him pay by proposing to sell it to Tyrion since he might be able to either Taunt Tywin with it by saying "I'm a dwarf but at least I have a valyrian sword to my size", essentially making Tywin butthurt because he has no valyrian steel, he has no grace this lannister has a serious face.
On a more serious side it would make an amazing gift to Tywin or anybody so it's worth is essentially worth the friendship of any lord and this is worth much more than 100 gold.
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>>445425
We can make a deal, it's just that Valyrian Steel is something traded between nations when gold isn't valuable enough.
If we can get a trading ship, a glassworks, recipe for wildfire, some good lands or something along those lines from the deal, then it's a-ok.

100g is far too cheap for an artifact that he himself stated to be priceless.
If he's not offering us a method of acquiring a potential to acquire future profits as well from this deal, then it's not worth it.

I mean, we could go and offer that to a foreign trade prince in exchange for marrying into his family and he'd accept the deal and we'd be set for life.
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>>445435
I agree that it's best to sell it because it'll make us a target.
100g is cheap price for it though and I'll want at least a ship out of this deal.
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>>445301
Changing my vote from deal to Higher and more money! Like >>445435 wrote, it's too little for too rare an artifact.
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>>445450
You know it's easier for him to kill us than to build a boat right?
He'll choose to trade only if it's easier than killing us.
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>>445321
this instead
>>445435
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>>445455
He's the master of coin.
He's got ships, how else is he going to conduct trade?
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>>445455
This. Littlefinger has 0 issues with murdering the spoony bard of Tyrion Lannister. I dont think Bron would be able to fend them all off, and we can still get a sweet deal out of this without fucking ourselves over here. Ww need something that will let us amass more wealth than bard shit. +1 to the idea of getting the recipe for wildfire. We can use it to pioneer the idea of cannons, set up our own workshop, and do shit that will make us bank, instead of getting a one time lump sum.
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>>445473
I think he'd be far more likely to hire Bronn to kill us and take the blade.

This is why I sort of objected to in hiring Bronn in the first place.
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>>445470
inb4 calling me a proxyfag
IP legit changing
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>>445473
Yea, I say that it's either gotta be alchemical secrets, ownership of an enterprise or a ship.
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>>445473
we already have the recepy for wildfire
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>>445476
He wouldn't do that because of Mill following him and Mill would likely find a way to fuck Bron and help us.
The fucker would just poison our food at an inn or some shit like that.
>>445479
I'm personnaly more interested in talking to him and making him understand we're both very important people that know a lot and who could help one another to reach goal.
He'd likely be interested in having us as a hold on Tyrion and the Lannisters in general and would pay a lot for information.
We have to be careful tho and the dagger should probably be sold for a quite a few goods likely involving an amount of gold somewhat 200 and at least a small ship at KL and another masterwork dagger and some sort of position as Trade parteners to the Kingdom or somethings like that.
Him buying our nobility could be doable too.
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You know, after starting to think of potential trade routes, using the wall to skip taxes, the island of Skagos trades in Pelts, Unicorn horns and Obsidian.
Skagos is also another zone exempt from the King's taxes because they're only technically part of westeros.
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>>445489
The problem is that Skagos is far and the cost in supplies from Bravos to Skago is likely superior to the cost of the taxes you pay in the White harbor.
I'm pretty sure that our universe isn't the only universe with minds centered on tax evasion.
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>>445487
I'd like that small trading ship tho.
We could use it to bail out the Stark kids if we're so inclined to do.

Also, doesn't take that many men to keep it running.
Hell, if Mills, us and Raina learned how to sail the thing, we wouldn't need anyone else on board.
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Small trading ship sounds fun, but we don't know dick about markets or sailing. There's a lot of investment for something we really don't know a whole much about, and would take a good long while to see any profits. I stand by some kind of alchemical process, or some kind of hold on industry. High school chem can help us where high school economics can't (even though I don't think Velo was all that great a student).
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>>445497
That was kind of my plan, seeing also that the Skagosi goods aren't readily available in Bravos as we'd be shipping them pelts.

Problem is that Skagosi are pretty much barbarians, not far from wildlings.
Still, winter is coming, which means that they'd trade food for pelts at reasonably profitable rates.

Also, they've got a shitload of forests in the north, so we could produce tar and lumber fairly cheaply if we could get the wildlings to agree to the deal.
Better yet if we manage to get ship building going on in there and start up a merchant fleet.
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>>445515
Yea, that's the main problem.
Still, I'd like a way out of King's Landing in the case of emergency.
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>>445302
100 gold dragons and a dagger

>>445303
>>445304
>>445305 (temporarily)
>>445308 (temporarily)
>>445425

No

>>445306
>>445321
>>445309
>>445311
>>445382
>>445452

Better offer


Demands for a better offer win.

So, to make this a lot less filled with unnecessary bloat, what is the better offer you demand?

>A ship
>More money
>A recipe for wildfire
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>445559
>A ship
>More money
>A recipe for wildfire
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>>445559
>Something else? (write-in)
Ship would be nice.
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>>445559
more emone
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>>445559
>Something else? (write-in)
A cold Coca-Cola. Haven't had one of those in awhile.
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>>445559
>A ship
>More money
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>>445559
Actually, we should phrase it like this.
"You're gonna have to either give offer some more money or a trading ship."
"I'm also alright if you pay with knowledge, recipe for wildfire would be a nice thing to know."
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>>445577
Actually no, that's bad.
We should instead do a sales pitch on how important Valyrian Steel is as a status symbol, historical relic, magical oddity and finally as a subject of research in attempt to unlock some of the military secrets of Old Valyria.
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Come to think of it, we don't even know how much a decent ship fetches in these times.

Could we buy one with 100g?
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>>445577
>>445566
we already know how to make wildfire ya dips
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>>445559
>>A ship
and 100 gold. We want to be pirate trader now!
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>>445583
Nah it's likely more along the line of 600 gold since a real good horse is 1 gold.
>>445585
>implying every recipe isn't different.
>not wanting to create TURBO-WILDFIRE by collecting all the recipes in the world and seeing which one is more potent and improving it
Pleb-tier opinion
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>>445585
What do you mean?
When did we figure that one out?

Because I'm pretty sure we don't have access to gasoline and styrofoam.
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>>445591
we read an alchemy book like 2 or 3 threads ago and rolled very high while learning its contents
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>>445593
Wildfire is a closely guarded secret of the Alchemist's guild simliarly to Greek Fire.
That's not something you can learn from a random book in winterfell.
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>>445593
yet here we are, knowing how to make wildfire
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>>445593
Though since wildfire burns green, we can be fairly sure there's copper involved in the creation process due to our modern knowledge.
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>>445559
>Something else? (write-in)
I could never ask for money if it
holds sentimental value for you my lord perhaps you could just owe me a favor?
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>>445602
>implying the Qm would let us an option to learn the recipe if we already knew it.
DUM DUM
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>>445559
Isn't wildfire only available to one specific Guild. I doubt they just trade their reason for existance away...
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>>445605
maybe he forgot, he's rather sleep deprived atm

here:
You ask Maester Luwin if the library has a book about alchemy. He nods his head sagaciously and strides off to a nearby shelf, putting his fingers on the books and drawing it across them as he inspects each title.

Eventually he makes an 'Ah!' sound and draws a green-covered book off of the shelf, handing it to you with reverence.

You bow slightly in thanks before taking the book to Tyrion's table and sitting across from him.

You pop that sucker open and lay it out on the table. You begin reading slowly, unsure how informative this tome will be or how esoteric it will sound compared to books back on Earth. However . . . holy shit.

A few minutes in and you're speed reading this shit. It's actually quite simple. Skip all the author's boring pomp and flowery language about ethics, propriety and his journey through life and go straight to the ingredients. It's just that simple. Your knowledge of nature helps you a lot in this endeavor since types of leaves and other natural substances make up the bulk of the ingredients used in everything from milk of the poppy, to dreamwine, to infusing color into metal to wildfire. You could make all this shit easy if you had the proper components.

You're an alchemist now. If you knew it would be that easy you would have been an alchemist years ago. Wow. You look up from your book hours later, seeing the hot candlestick has shortened considerably while the pool of wax around it has grown into a thicky goopy pile.

Tyrion has been silently and contentedly reading his own tome next to you. Making no sound and focusing intently on the information he inspects.

He looks up at you and squints. “Enjoying your book?” he asks. You answer him with a simple nod.

Soon the noise of revelry wafts in through the second story window, indicating the feast has begun.

Tyrion notices and you give him a silent look asking if it's time to put the books away and head downstairs.

“I think I'll stay for a while longer,” Tyrion informs you. “But go join the fun if you wish.”
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>>445606
who said Littlefinger trade for knowledge?
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>>445606
It's only known to the highest ranking members of the Alchemists guild who are super paranoid.
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>>445608
>to infusing color into metal to wildfire
>implying infusing green color in wildfire is making wildfire.
DUM DUM
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>>445608
>>445605
it was the result of a nat 100
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>>445559
>A ship
>A recipe for wildfire
Already making bank off the betting, more money would be nice, but is ultimately nowhere near as useful as wildfire. I think ship is basically just a neat thing to have, don't think it'll be much use for trade.
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>>445614
Nat 100 doesn't defy the lore.
it at best bend the likelyhood of things happening in our favor but the 99% chance that true wildfire is only produced at KL
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>>445609
He doesn't, but at the same time he's the master of coin, so he could theoretically acquire it if he greased the right palms.

Still, I wouldn't ask him that.
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>>445617
well I guess we have to wait till Trickerino wakes up to see what's what
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>>445616
Problem with wildfire though is that even if he would agree to get it for you, it's a military secret.
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>>445621
>He doesn't, but at the same time he's the master of coin, so he could theoretically acquire it if he greased the right palms.
Pycell seem the man for the job tho.
>like whores
>has intellectual authority necessary to acquire the recipe for wildfire
meanwhile LF has whores.
Do the math.
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Basically, you'd be asking him if he can get the recipe of wildfire for you, which in itself is pretty shady that you're asking for it.
Enough so that you could be arrested for being a spy.
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>>445628
You're correct in the assumption that Pycell would be the man we SHOULD be asking if we tried to get our hands on Wildfire.

At the same time though, Maesters and Alchemists don't see eye to eye.
To be fair, we probably won't see eye to eye with Maesters after we start utilising our knowledge to destructive ends and profit.

If we do get the ship though, we do need a cannon.
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>>445612
btw that's not what it says, read the sentence again more thoroughly.
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>>445629
>Enough so that you could be arrested for being a spy.
By the guys who is the biggest plotter on the planet?
Dude he need to fabricate evidence only a fool would Trust Littlefinger especially when he's saying something that profit himself (i.e. saying the guy who own a valyrian steel dagger is a spy when you want the dagger.)
Also it would make it harder for him to get the dagge since other people would know.
>>445634
>You're correct in the assumption that Pycell would be the man we SHOULD be asking if we tried to get our hands on Wildfire.
yeah except we have leverage on him while LF likely has a 4 pages document on blackmailling his old ass.
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>>445637
I suppose it's theoretically possible that we could use combination of our real world education and the alchemy of this world to produce wildfire ourselves.

However, from the lore standpoint wildfire isn't something we should know how to make just by reading a book we found from Winterfell.
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Please don't let wildfire win
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>>445639
Pycelle doesn't know shit about wildfire though, he's a poisoner and not a member of the Alchemist Guild.
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>>445644
Thanks for this hot opinion proxyfag. :^)
>>445646
Yeah but he's a man with enough authority and knowledge that he could arrange a trade in knowledge in between the Alchemist Guild and the Maesters.
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>>445639
Tyrion is standing right next to us too, you know.
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>>445644
I would say wildfire if it was guaranteed we could get it.
However, it's almost guaranteed that we won't, so ship is better.
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>>445650
We can walk like 20 meters away easily and whispers are hard to hear during a fucking Joust in between the "OOOHH" and "AAAAH" .
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>>445649
It's called being on mobile obelix
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>>445649
Alchemists are very bitter towards the Maesters for stealing their spotlight though.
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>>445654
It'll still a bad idea on every level.
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>>445559
>A ship
Wildfire is a useless esoteric weapon.
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>>445661
That's true as well.
Only good for two things.
Scaring people and against undead, though the latter part is untested.
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>>445661
>Wildfire is a useless esoteric weapon.
>literally something that can blow up a castle's wall and likely blow every hold in the Vale's defenses.
>able to destroy 15 ships easily
>probably an explosive so useful you could imbue earth with it and create SUPERDYNAMITE STICKS
>Not wanting to revolutionize the Westerosi industry and world with explosives
>Implying any kind of explosives rivaling C1 to C4's power is useless in any fucking setting before 2200
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>>445642
I'm assuming wildfire is basically magic. In a world where fucking zombies exist and obsidian turns dudes into Ice Liches, I don't think traditional chemistry would apply in certain situations. By all means, I think using our knowledge of basic chemistry to improve shit and make money, i.e. telling them to use coke instead of coal, giving some tips on the basics of the bessemer process, explaining germ theory and the use of alcohol as a disinfectant, telling them about concrete, which is literally just cooked limestone and aggregate, -but, ALL OF THIS SHIT relies on OUR chemistry, not their wacked out magic shit.

>>445659
>>445661
>>445666

How the fuck is learning to manufacture a high-grade explosive and nearly-unquenchable flame/napalm a bad idea for a guy effectively trying to get rich and establish himself in a realm where a war that's likely to sweep the continent very fucking soon a bad idea? Just putting aside the whole bit about Dany still progressing unhindered on Essos, and ignoring her eventual, nigh-inevitable emergence with three fuckhuge dragons. We could use it to EXTREME effect selling it to militaries or using it as pre-gunpowder TNT. How do you faggots not see how useful this shit could be
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>>445661
It'll be obsolete as well if we bring cannons to play because if we shoot a canister round and break the wildfire container it'll end up killing the defenders.
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>>445671
>not using wilfire as cannon power.
>not getting triple the range on your cannon by using the superior explosive.
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>>445669
Because the chances are we won't learn it from him.
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>>445671
Or it could break in the cannon an kill the attackers, it just too violate to be used in any more than a handful of situations. This shit could go up if someone puts in in direct sunlight and you want to turn it into a weapon we commonly USE? We'd lose more men to ourselves than to the enemy at that point.
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>>445673
You do realize that it would just blow up the cannon if you put stronger explosives on it.

Also, it's not an explosive, it's just flammable.
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>>445675
He's probably the only man who can force Pycell to get it apart from Tywin but Tywin wouldn't agree to such a deal.
So he's our best bet.
>>445679
>Also, it's not an explosive, it's just flammable.
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>>445677
Let me explain again.
>Canister round = Round that fires ton of shrapnel
>Wildfire, super volatile liquid that sets on fire really easily.
>Fire canister round at enemy's wildfire
>Enemy bursts in flames

Alternative just use ball rounds and shell them from outside of the range of their siege weapons.
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>>445684
That's not canon though. It never happened in the books.
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>>445679
Blew shit up real fucking well in Blackwater, dude. Gunpowder just burns real quick when it's not contained, the whole idea of an explosion is that it's basically just really really fast combustion. And wildfire combusts really fucking fast.
>>445677
So we use steel cannons and cannisters, or just fling shit in ballistas/trebuchets, where it's unlikely to flip shit until it hits something. You're ruling out even experimenting with shit when we're about to be disgustingly wealthy and able to play with things as we please. You're destroying a massive opportunity because it MIGHT not be enough to literally revoultionize warfare, as opposed to ONLY making us wealthy and powerful beyond imagining.
>>445675
Reasonable objection, but still worth trying, and this is probably our best shot, like >>445684
said.
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>>445684
Also, Pycell probably won't be able to get it because he's a fucking Maester and Alchemist guild really, really hates the Maesters
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>>445685
>implying wilfire is susceptible to shock
It's susceptible to heat but dynamite stick are explosive that can be thrown around and shit.
So it might just leak into the water and mix with it.
We have to get it to test it.
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>>445688
There are repercussions for asking that if it fails.
We'll be known as "that foreigner that tries to find out our military secrets."
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>>445685
Why the fuck would the enemy have wildfire?
>>445688
We could just revolutionize warfare with black powder and cheap bombs rather than a substance which is takes a long time to make and is so dangerous it never found common use on the battlefield.
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>>445692
Dynamite isn't volatile though.
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>>445696
If you're gonna invade King's Landing, the defenders are gonna have wildfire.
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>>445687
>muh books aren't canon
They're at least 80% canon and i doubt wilfire who's been put in caches in MOIST ROCKY UNDERGROUND by the mad king would have been a threat if it was just flammable.
It would be pretty lame the only thing that would happen is smoke and maybe a few fires.
>>445691
Pretty sure he can still blackmail someone from the alchemist guild.
>>445697
And is wildfire volatile?
it's aid to become volatile when old but is fresh wilfire suseptible to shock?
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>>445696
Also, I agree that we shouldn't get involved with Wildfire right now.
We don't have the industry necessary to produce it anyhow.
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>>445699
And why would we invade the seven kingdoms?
Why not exploit the three way war between the free cities?
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>>445704
>>445696
>Implying common use of any explosives will happen in the next 100 years in a world were almost no infrastructure exist to produce it
Kek
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>>445696
That's still the plan dude, but it's gonna take a while to get the infrastructure to make gunpowder in quantities that are actually useful for industry and warfare. In the time that we're paying various cucks to get saltpeter, coal, and sulfur, we could be dicking around with wildfire, which has loads of untapped potential because the alchemist's guild is one part science, nine parts tradition and superstition.
>>445704
We don't right now, because we're just a random bard. If we got this later, it would be even more suspicious, and nobody would fucking give it to a man who had the means to actually utilize it. There's no way anyone would surrender it in that instance. This is probably our one chance, dude.
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>>445701
>Pretty sure he can still blackmail someone from the alchemist guild.
What? Pycell? No, that's not his business, he's a poison master.
Littlefinger and Varys can maybe do it, but I don't think they'd do it just for a dagger even if it's made from Valyrian steel, especially since it's more simpler to just kill us.
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>>445713
>What? Pycell? No, that's not his business, he's a poison master.
How about you think for more than two second i mean LF
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>>445701
Wildfire is a volatile liquid that burns really, really long time and seeps into most substances.

Like, Thoros of Myr stuck a thin coating of wildfire on his sword and that burned for like an hour.
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>>445717
>thin coating of wildfire
Tiny amount don't react like big amounts.
Even smoke when hot and dense enough can explode.
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If you want the recipe for wildfire, you should instead ask for "Membership to the Alchemist Guild."
Which in itself is not a bad idea, seeing that they do know magic.
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>>445710
If we could find a large supply of sulfur, say old valyria then we just mix it with cow shit and charcoal of which there is plenty then badda bing badda boom we go a new supply of black powder.
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>>445718
It was more of a testament to the fact that it burns for a really, really long time.
Normally such a small amount of anything really should burn that long.

I mean, yea, I guess it could theoretically be used as explosives as well if you properly contain the pressure.
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>>445721
there's an idea
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>>445721
I'll support this too, asking for the wildfire recipe is gonna look super suspicious
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>>445721
Fuck it, this is gonna be the fallback. Ask for the recipe, do this if he denies it.
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>>445721
I'll change my vote for this
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>>445736
If he wonders why we'd want that, we should say that learning magic is a man's romance.
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>>445722
>Implying mixing black powder is that easy.
it's not.
It require some infrastructure and an industry around it.
>>445726
>I mean, yea, I guess it could theoretically be used as explosives as well if you properly contain the pressure.
It's likely explosive when exposed to normal air and heat at normal pressure condition.
Maybe the humidity at sea might act as a retardant but it's likely naturally explosive since The Mad kin wasn't quite mad enough to put napalm barrels under the city believing it would destroy it.
It has to at least be explosive or burn real fucking hot like HARRENHAL STONE MELTING HOT.
>>445721
>Going through all their antic tests and shitty rituals of initiation for a sheet of paper with instructions.
That's how the lowborns do it.
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>>445743
Heh. Sure i'll support this too
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Also, I think that with our sweet talking skills, we'd be able to get our hands on quite a lot of secrets.
If we also get a boat, we could help expand their influence from being a creepy clubhouse of pyromaniacs to something thing more.
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>>445746
Even if we don't get our hands into wildfire, we'd still get our hands into magic, so it's a win-win.
We're also really good at sweet talking and I'm sure they'd look favourably at the prospect of expanding their influence to different place.
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Also, since we know plenty of lore about the other types of magic practicioners, I'm sure we'd be well popular with them.
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>>445753
>>445765
This is actually a solid argument that I hadn't considered. >>445559 Changing my vote to this.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NIQVbxMJWgM
Obligatory
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>>445559
>More money
We can buy a ship later
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>>445786
And no i am not a proxyfag, just posting from the phone
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>>445829
Whatever you say proxyfag.
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>>445572
This tbqh famalam
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Sell it for a trading fleet.
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nooo


What we do is

SELL TO TYRION FOR A LANDS.
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How about this:
>unclasp your dagger & sheath
>hand over the dagger to him
>"I only ask for the opportunity to prove myself to the realm"
>"The same opportunity your father was afforded, as well as the founder of House Clegane and many more I'm sure
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>>446297
I'd second this.
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>>446297
Thats pretty gay desu
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>>446312
read between the lines famalam, we're asking to be raised to nobility. Well, not directly but we'd be setting it into motion
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>>446297
so, you want to give away something valuable... for nothing in return besides "goodwill"?
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Merchant Cog ship + 100 gold coins, no less I say! Adventures at sea await us!
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>>446323
no we're asking him to help us get raised to nobility in exchange for the dagger. Except you know, in a roundabout way like nobles speak to eachother
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>>446323
Nah, basically we're asking to be raised to nobility.
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>>446297
Yea, fuck that.
Tyrion isn't that powerful
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>>446351
>Tyrion
that was aimed at Littlefinger not Tyrion
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>>446332
That's a very, very bad idea.
Tyrion's ride is gonna end eventually and we will in middle of that shitstorm when Tyrion gets thrown under the bus if we do that.
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>>446363
for the nth time, this is a deal between us and Littlefinger. Tyrion has nothing to do with this.
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>>446357
Littlefinger does not have that power.
He's from a pretty minor noble house and granting lands is not within his rights.
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>>446357
Basically, you'd be asking him to move you above his rank in nobility.
He's not the hand of the king
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>>446371
he won't be granting the lands personally, we're asking for assistance. He is very influential. Anyway this is just a suggestion thrown out there. Personally I'm fine with either this or assistance with joining the Alchemist's guild
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>>445559
Say the knife is worth closer to 100,000 than 100
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>>446381
this is best tbqh
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>>446377
Even if he is influential, granting lands is the priviledge of the crown and the wardens.
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>>446393
right, and we're asking him to pull some strings for us so that we'll get those lands earlier than we'd have gotten them by ourselves. Assistance.
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>>446381
Eh, that is a bit much. If it was a two-handed sword like Ice, you might be correct.
It's closer to 1000 if we sell it at an auction at braavos.
Maybe double that if we sell it on Pentos, because there's couple of rich targ supporters there and this thing has a dragonbone hilt.
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>>446399
>asking him to pull some strings for us
If I were Littlefinger, I would smile at the gift, promise to do everything in our power to help, then just put off the bard, what can he even do...
Super-dagger get! For free!
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>>446413
I suppose, but it's not like he can't gain more from us if he helps us, anyway that's what diplomacy rolls are for
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>>446399
We'll never get those lands though unless we curry favour with Cersei.
Outside of King's landing his influence on nobles is rather small.

Also, we'd be on a timer if we did that.
We'd have to get those lands before he stops being the master of coin and ned's death is growing closer.

Besides, we could instantly get a lordship if we gave either Renly or Stannis definite proof of Cersei's incest.
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>>446419
What happened to Ned when he trusted Littlefinger?
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>>446422
well he'll be warden of the Trident (I think) and have influence over the Vale

>>446427
Ned was a much bigger player and also in his way, and who said anything about trusting him.
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>>445566

All of it nigga.

>>445568
>>445586
>>445661

Ship

>>445571
Money

>>445572
Shitposting.

>>445575
Ship and money.

>>445604
Favor

>>445616
A ship and recipe for wildfire


>>445577
Just gimme some shit faggot

>>445786
money
HOLY FUCK!

Alright, I'm calling this in favor of asking for the ship.

Make me a diplomacy roll +16, best of 3.
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>>446422
oh right I just remembered, that Tully woman is sort of regent of the Vale right now since Jon Arryn is dead. And Littlefinger is her lover. She could land us if he requests it. It's not like we don't have anything to offer. I don't see why he would fuck us over for the sake of fucking us over. He'd do it if he thought we were a threat to him.
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Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>446448
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Rolled 1 + 16 (1d100 + 16)

>>446448
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Rolled 33 + 16 (1d100 + 16)

>>446448
oh well
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Rolled 16 + 16 (1d100 + 16)

>>446448
botch
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>>446455
you son of a bitch
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>>446455
wow
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>>446455
>>446455
nice 1
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I just want to get something out there. There are some people saying that only the alchemists guild of Westeros knows how to make wildfire.

I say this claim is false.

My biggest piece of evidence against this claims is Thoros of Myr who uses wildfire during tourneys on his own sword. He is no alchemist and I doubt they'd share secrets with him all the way in Myr.

There are also other alchemist guilds across the world who are pyromancers and able to create wildfire. The idea that there is a book in Winterfell that would detail some information on how to make wildfire is not an impossible stretch of the imagination -- and certainly not on a 100.
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>>446503
I thought he just bought a flask of that stuff from them.
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>>446514
Show me your sources faggot. <3
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>>446515
http://awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/Wildfire
Well, this here says that the recipe is a closely guarded secret of the Alchemist guild.
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>>446503
It's true that Westeros is not the only place with an Alchemist's guild though.
There's one also in city of Asshai.
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>>446534
Well, to be perfectly precise, there are pyromancers in Asshai. No mention if there's an actual guild.

Then again Asshai is pretty much THE place for magicry, so it's not known if they're actually connected.
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“A blade of such immeasurable value?” you ask, incredulously. “My Lord Baelish you must really take me for a fool from that jape I told earlier. I cannot fault you for it, but mere gold cannot pry this blade from my hip.

Baelish strokes his chin beard. “And yet you find before yourself the Master of Coin. Gold is my domain. What more could you possibly ask for that you believe me able to grant you?”

You spend just enough time pretending to ponder on what it is you want to make it seem genuine that you are a bard concocting rewards in his head like fanciful dreams. As Lord Jason Mallister wins his joust and brings you 3/4ths of the way to winning your bet, you fix Petyr Baelish with the resolute stare of a bargainer.

“A ship! A mighty ship so I can sail the Narrow Sea.”

Littlefinger laughs. “I do not fault your adventurous spirit, but if it is ships you seek you should sell that dagger to the Master of Ships. He can make an offer far better than mine. Although . . . Lord Stannis Baratheon has been to Dragonstone for quite some time. You may find yourself waiting quite a while longer for an audience with the man. Is there anything else?”

You sigh out. “Membership to the Alchemist Guild! I'd love to know the secrets of wildfire,” you ham up your secretive pronunciation of the word to underplay the idea you seek to utilize its effects to cause untold destruction.

Littlefinger laughs jocundly. He gestures to his attire. “Do you take these to be the tattered robes of an old, stodgy, superstitious fool more fond of fire than feminine flesh? I must contact my tailor so it is more apparent I am a whore-monger," Littlefinger backhands Tyrion's shoulder much to Tyrion's understated displeasure. "I have no sway over that gathering of useless codgers.”

You frown.

Baelish snaps his fingers as he looks up into the sky blankly, wracking his brain. You wait for his new offer with bated breath. He points at you. “150 gold dragons. Final offer.”

Lord Bryce Caron wins his joust. 13 of 16.

>Take the deal
>Unfortunately I must decline
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>446586
>Unfortunately I must decline
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>>446586
>>Something else? (write-in)
How much do you believe Tywin Lanister would give me for this hmm, I hear he's been after this steel for quite some time...
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>>446586
>Something else? ("Give Tyrion discount at the whorehouse next time and you've got a deal.")
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>>446586
>Unfortunately I must decline
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>>446586
>Unfortunately I must decline
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Bad idea guys. Bad idea.
Take the deal.
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Writing!
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>>446614
Aren't we about to go north of the wall soon? The dagger is more useful than money for us
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>>446619
No, we're not.
Our endeavours were to take Bran to Jojen and try to keep the South from imploding upon itself and arm the wall, not to go beyond to the wall and start stabbing people ourselves.
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What we could do with the dagger is:
1. Sell it and invest the money smartly.
2. Trade it for something money can't buy.
3. Gift it to the watch and have them use it rather than us.
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“Unfortunately Lord Baelish I must decline.”

Littlefinger sighs as he pours himself another cup, emptying the bottle. “I'm afraid I must drown my sorrows in wine. Enjoy the blade, William. It is sharp and deadly. I hope you find good use for it.”

As he drinks, you turn back to watching the jousts. Ser Robar Royce defeats his opponent. Lothor Brune finds victory himself. 15 of 16 then now.

You feel your knees shaking as a few jousts you did not bet on at all start to happen. Random riders you've never seen before. A few freys. Ones not mentioned in the chapters you read.

You're waiting for one man and one man in particular to win the first round. You only know he wins because he goes on to face Gregor Clegane in the 2nd round of the jousts where he ultimately meets his demise. Ser Hugh of the Vale – Jon Arryn's former squire.

You're waiting and waiting as jousts continue and continue while your anxiety builds and builds. Finally . . .

A young squire walks out into the middle of the lists and clears his throat. SHIT!

“In regards to the joust between Ser Dontos the Red and Ser Hugh of the Vale . . .”


SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII –

“Ser Dontos the Red is unable to compete. Ser Hugh of the Vale wins by default!”

. . . you won! The bet worked and everything went exactly how it did in the books.

As you struggle to not have how hard you're breathing be apparent to the rest of the spectators, a few more jousts occur and the first round ends.

The officials declare an hour long break before the 2nd round of jousts begins.

>Go collect your money from the bookie
>Stay here and chat with someone
>Ask Lord Tyrion to accompany you
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>446727
>Go collect your money from the bookie
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>>446727
>Ask Lord Tyrion to accompany you
and bring some guards, go right the fuck now.
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>>446727
Fornicate with degenerates
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>>446727
>Ask Lord Tyrion to accompany you
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>>446743
When I say bring guards I mean Tyrion brings all he can spare with us and we bring Bronn and Co. Tell them whatever the bookies offer we will beat it so stick with us and you'll make bank.
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>>446727
>>Go collect your money from the bookie
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>>446727
>Go collect your money from the bookie
>Ask Lord Tyrion to accompany you
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Writing!
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You turn to the Imp. “Lord Tyrion. I need to go acquire my winnings from a bet I made in Flea's Bottom and I'm afraid they might try to stiff me.”

Lord Tyrion downs his glass and gets up from his seat without a single question or doubt. “Of course Will. You have been loyal to me. I would hate to see you assaulted for betting smart or for purely being lucky – whatever the case. I'll grab Morrec.”

As you and Raina follow Tyrion down the stands you grimace. “Maybe we should bring more guards than Morrec. It was a lot of money I believe I will be winning.”

Tyrion waves a hand. “Nonsense. Morrec!” he shouts. The guard approaches the dwarf a bit tipsy. “We're going into Flea's Bottom for our mutual friend's winning purse from some smart bets.”

Morrec nods and follows after you two as Tyrion manages to part the crowd with his mere presence. It also helps that he chooses to attack from where the crowd is the thinnest.

You find Bronn, Chiggen and Mills loitering together. Bronn and Chiggen look stupefied, but Mills simply appears smug.

“Tyrion I really think you should –”

“William! My father sacked King's Landing nine years ago. These people know the Lannisters and our methods intimately. Everyone in this stinking shithole of a city recognizes the golden lion on red – from the illiterate smallfolk to the lords still muttering behind our backs for my father's actions. Merely my reputation and the sigil on my doublet lets me walk anywhere I damn well please. I could be alone, coins jingling with every step of my waddling gait and not a golden hair on my oversized head would be touched. If I die or am displeased in Flea's Bottom these people know my father will burn the district down. We are fine. In truth, I'm only bringing Morrec to give him a chance to stretch his legs. Don't want you going fat, do we Morrec!”

“Yes, m'lord,” Morrec responds irritably.
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Sabas the bookie looks up upon your entrance and frowns. The scowl only deepens as Lord Tyrion Lannister follows after you. Although it is a scowl stitched with despair rather than anger. He already knows, despite his four armed bodyguards, he will not manage to shirk from this. But he tries all the same.

He points a finger at you. “Y-y-you cheated!”

Tyrion glowers. “That is a bold accusation. Do you have proof of my friend's crimes?”

Sabas looks to the dwarf and panic sets in. “No one could rightly guess sixteen winners like that. He rigged it.”

“And yet you took his money all the same, expecting him to be the fool instead of yourself. Without proof, I'm afraid you'll have to pay the man the debt you owe.”

“That is over 70% of my profits!”

Bronn shrugs. “We could take a lot more.”

Sabas looks to Chiggen – apparently an old friend – for support. Chiggen offers him no sympathy.

Sabas relents and walks into the back of his shop, returning with a big sack of coins. Bronn insists on counting it and finds it to be in order.

“Almost 750 gold dragons,” Sabas mutters. All of you exit together and Tyrion crinkles his brow as he stares at you.

“How did you manage to pull that off?” The little lion asks.

“Remember when I told you I had green dreams?” you remind him. He scoffs.

“You have gold dreams is what you have,” Bronn interjects. “You know the winners for the next round?”

“Twelve of them,” you state.

“Max bet is 100 gold dragons,” Chiggen points out. “Reckon we can find eight good bookies around the city.”

Mills looks at Tyrion with a smile. “You want to cash in on this as well, dwarf?”

Tyrion shakes his head. “No I'm well past the need to cheat bookies for a mere pittance.”

Raina makes an audible utterance. “Wow, you really are rich.”

>Find eight bookies and bet all your winnings on the twelve winners
>Go offer those four armed guards a better paying job
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>446911
>>Something else? (write-in)
No only bet to the semi's the that we just cleaned up shop here the secrets out, there are others like me and things may go south. Quit while you are ahead.

Only bet on 1 bookie. It's not worth the risk
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>>446919
This is only for next round. Not anywhere close to the semifinals.
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>>446911
>Something else?
Ask Tyrion if he knows any nobles we could bet with.
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>>446911
Put 3 quarters of our money into the thing.

Offer the next round of names to our mercenaries in exchange for them becoming our sworn swords.(so they can invest as much as they like)
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>>446911
>>Something else? (write-in)
>>446922
>>446919
Ok changing to only bet with 1 bookie, it's not worth risking all our coin.
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>Something else? (write-in)
"Tyrion, how would you like to help us sack King's Landing a second time?"
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>>446929
nooo...half our cash maximum
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>>446911
>Something else? (write-in)
Only bet on 1 bookie. It's not worth the risk
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>>446919
>>446933
>>446941
Bet on 1 bookie, only betting 100 gold dragons of your winnings.

That seems to be the winner.
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I've got a great idea!
How about we ask the Bookie if he wants to get in on this as well.
We'll tell him that if he doesn't tell the other bookies what we did, he can come with us and bet on the same things as we do.
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>>446911
>Bet all but 100 gold on multiple bookies
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>>446946
Yea, I mean, we won quite a lot with what little we had.
Winnings from 100 gold should be plenty.
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Funny how he tried to claim we cheated despite the fact that it's virtually impossible to cheat on a tourney arranged by royalty.

There's no way anyone could convince that many people to take the fall.
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“I don't want to risk everything, on the off chance I'm wrong. Find me a good bookie who made a lot of money off the last bet and bet 100 gold dragons on the twelve winners I tell you about. If we make money off of eight more bookies that information will spread like wildfire and I want to contain this for as long as possible.”

Mills folds his arms over his chest. “So we just let the other 650 gold dragons go to waste?”

Tyrion shrugs. “If you think you know who's going to win I can bet with some of the other wealthy nobles on who's going to win their jousts. Only on certain key clashes, but with every victory I could double your money.”

>Good plan Tyrion
>Let's just save that money
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>447000
>>Good plan Tyrion
Trust the Manlet
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>>447000
>Good plan Tyrion
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>>447000
>Good plan Tyrion
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>>447000
>Good plan Tyrion
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>>447000
>Checked

>Let's just save that money
For now yes Mill we don't know how long we will need to survive low on money and i'd be a dick if I kept bugging tyrion, I play because I like hanging out with him and he's a good man, not for the gold.

The rest of this cash is for a rainy day. The last thing we want is lords thinking we know the future especially if other anons are running around
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>>447000
excellent plan Lord Tyrion.

On another matter, would you happen to know where I could find a map showing resources and trade links and population centers? because after winning lots of gold I plan to become landed again and ensure House Shakespeare becomes well established and avoids the generations of doom that we had in the past. Would also be able to have some sort of army to assist you if you need it in the future.
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don't bet all our money, please. atleast ensure we only bet 300 with these nobles fuck. Keep the last 350 for us. 100 for each of us and 50 for keeping bronn and the crew paid off.
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Writing!
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“Good thinking Lord Tyrion. Thank you.”

Tyrion shrugs. “I figure if I lose your services as a singer I may as well solidify our alliance. Let me see what I have to work with.”

He stretches out a hand and you pass him the bag. He stares in and rummages his hands, feeling the coins. Afterwards he nods sagaciously. “I think we can manage.”

. . .

“100 gold dragons say the Northern wolf defeats the progeny of the Late Lord Frey!” Tyrion booms from his seat beside you, after you inform him of the outcome. “I doubt Hosteen will even manage to arrive to the lists on time!”

An angered member of the Frey household quickly accepts the bet. As Jory Cassel rides down the list he soundly defeats his Frey opponent. Tyrion Lannister smiles smugly at his own defeated opponent, who sullenly pays up.

“10 gold dragons my brother beats Lord Bryce Caron!” Tyrion shouts. He leans over. “Always have to bet low when it comes to Jaime.”

As the golden-gilded elder brother makes his win you become ten gold dragons richer.

After Loras and Barristan win their tilts you're up another 15 gold dragons.

Ser Robar Royce, Lord Jason Mallister, Balon Swann and Meryn Trant all make their victories without Tyrion managing to goad a sucker into betting against them.

“50 gold dragons on Lothor Brune!” Tyrion shouts.

“I'll take that bet!” Littlefinger responds.

Tyrion is nothing but smiles when Lothor Brune triumphs. Baelish simply shrugs. "Can not win them all," he comments.

“Sixty say the Red Priest of Myr bests Beric Dondarrion!” And you are sixty gold dragons richer as Beric falls from his horse.

“THREE HUNDRED GOLD DRAGONS THAT MY NEPHEW'S DOG WILL TROUNCE MY BROTHER-IN-LAW'S TWIG OF A YOUNGER BROTHER!” Tyrion bellows over the din of the crowd. The King bristles in his seat. He turns round from his temporary throne, paying no attention to his bride's disgust at his drunken antics.

“FUCK YOU IMP!” the King roars. “I'll take that bet.”

When Renly Baratheon goes flying from his horse as Sandor Clegane's lance makes contact, Robert recoils and shouts his displeasure.

“YOU DISGRACE THE BARATHEON NAME, YA DUMB –!” Eddard Stark manages to calm Robert down, stopping him mid-insult.

Renly gracefully hands Sandor a tip of the horn on his helmet that was broken off in the clash. Sandor tosses it disdainfully into the crowd of smallfolk, which starts a minor riot as the commoners clamber for the golden object.

The last tilt of this round is to be Gregor Clegane against Ser Hugh of the Vale. You know how this ends. The Mountain that rides kills Ser Hugh – most likely intentionally. You've already bet on Ser Hugh's defeat, but are you really going to let the recently knighted boy die?

>Close your eyes to avoid the bloodshed
>Watch as normally
>Try to prevent Ser Hugh from participating
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>447083
>Watch as normally
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>>447083
>Try to prevent Ser Hugh from participating
Ser Hugh could shed light onto Cersei and Jaime's affair, thus providing evidence for Eddarrd Stark to bring before King Robert.
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>>447083
>Close your eyes to avoid the bloodshed
If you fear death, you don't go up against the mountain.
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>>447094
We've already got the evidence in every single book of noble lineages
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>>447083
>Watch as normally
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>>447083
>>Watch as normally
Tell lord tyrion this ends badly for Hugh and we suggest you may wanna close your eyes for this one...

An anon may have switched the Lances....be carful.
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>>447113
This
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>>447083
>Watch as normally
Somw anon from the future will do some shit.
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If we're feeling particularily generous, we could tell him to wear a proper helmet.
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>>447083
>Watch as normally

Nothing we can do, really.
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Roll me 1d100 + 10, best of 3. This is a willpower check.

+5 circumstantial bonus since you've seen someone die in an eerily similar manner and were able to sluff it off.
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Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>447126
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Rolled 88 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>447126
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Rolled 11 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>447126
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Rolled 17 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>447126
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Writing
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Rolled 80 (1d100)

Rolling to see if Joffrey gets a boner.
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We already changed enough...Watvh normally
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You hold your tongue and watch silently as the flag is waved and the two knights barrel down the lists towards each other.

They collide in a thunderous barrage of wood on steel and you watch as Ser Gregor Clegane's lance rides up and impales the neck of Ser Hugh of the Vale – a spurt of blood spatter spraying out in a wide arc as their horses pass each other.

Surprised and horrified gasps ring out up and down the field as Jon Arryn's former squire slumps from his horse. Hugh's metal armor shuffles noisily as he lifelessly rolls across the tourney grounds, still littered in pock-marks from the multitude of horse hooves that have traveled across it.

He attempts to breathe, but merely blood gurgles from his mouth as the sticky red substance also seeps out around the shard of lance still lodged in his throat.

You grimace as you watch, but thankfully you keep your lunch down. Two squires rush to the dying man, but it's too late by the time they pick him up and start dragging him from the field. Tyrion's mouth is agape beside you, losing his grip on the bag of coins momentarily until the noise of falling coins causes him to reaffirm his grasp.

You hear sniffling and spy Sansa down and ahead of where you sit, crying. The Crown Prince walks over to where she cries and begins to comfort her. You study Cersei's face as she smiles at the act – a calculated move of hers no doubt. Jeyne Poole – Sansa's friend – is so distressed, that Septa Mordane has to escort the poor girl away.

Another break occurs for an hour before the third round of jousts will start. You spy Chiggen as you make your way down the stands who assures you he will go collect your winnings.

“My guess,” Tyrion tells you, still a bit shocked from watching Ser Hugh die in front of him. “You have slightly over 2000 gold dragons now. What you would like to do at this point is up to you. I do have a question though, William.”

He pauses as he lets the thought he's thinking process in his very astute brain. “Did you know that boy was going to die?”

>Yes
>No (LIE)

AND

>Bet money on the next eight winners (how much, maximum of 10 bookies)
>Keep letting Tyrion bet against people? (Y/N)
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>447362
>>447362
>yes

>keep making money
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>>447362
>No (LIE)

>Bet 1600 spread across 10 bookies
>Y
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>>447362
Admit we profited off his death
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>>447362
>No
Say it with a straight face too
AND
>Keep letting tyrion bet against people
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>>447362
>No (LIE)
Just say we aren't omniscient and all that and that we didn't see it in our dreams.

>Bet 100 gold each with 2 bookies
>Keep letting Tyrion bet against people? (Y)
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>>447362
>No (LIE)

>Bet 1600 spread across 10 bookies

>Y
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>>447362
Yes, but I'm afraid the ink is dry. Interfering might have dire consequences and I cannot predict those
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>>447382
>>447370

Max you can do is 1000 with ten bookies at 100 gold dragons a bookie. Remember there is a max bet.
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>>447393
okay, 1000 then
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>>447393
Then bet the max. 1,000 dragons
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>>447362
>Yes
If he'd lived something alot crueler was going to happen too him, I'll tell you about it some time if you like...it was not easy but his alternate fate...it's worse.

>Keep letting Tyrion bet against people? (Y/N)
Nope we're done from here
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Alright! Writing!
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>>447362
yes,but we cant change everything my lord
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Roll me 1d100 + 11, best of 3. This is a bluff check.
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Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>447408
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Rolled 44 + 11 (1d100 + 11)

>>447408
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Rolled 29 + 11 (1d100 + 11)

>>447408

Rolling
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>>447376
>>447393
i change my mind.

>bet 100 gold each with 10 bookies

go big or go home
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Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>447408
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Rolled 45 + 11 (1d100 + 11)

>>447408
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Rolled 60 + 11 (1d100 + 11)

>>447408
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Rolled 9 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>447408
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Could you guys roll me 3d100, best of 3.

These are 'luck' rolls.
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Rolled 37, 50, 84 = 171 (3d100)

>>447464
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Rolled 98, 40, 100 = 238 (3d100)

>>447464

rolling
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Rolled 59, 73, 76 = 208 (3d100)

>>447464
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>>447464
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>98
>100
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>>447470
noice
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>>447470
nice roll
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Rolled 31, 93, 58 = 182 (3d100)

>>447473
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>>447470
Nice one
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“No,” you lie boldly to Tyrion's face. You lock gazes for a few moments too long before you look back to your bodyguards.

“Mills, Chiggen, Bronn. I want you three to collect the winnings from that bookmaker and spread 1000 gold dragons I've earned across ten different bookies in various parts of the city. I know who all eight winners of the next round of jousts are going to be.”

They nod and you look to Tyrion. “Would you mind accompanying us again?”

Tyrion slowly shakes his head no. “Sorry, I believe this day has just become a bit too bloody and taxing for my personal tastes. I will be relaxing in the stands from now on.”

“Will you still bet for me?” you inquire, a bit concerned.

The Imp sighs. “Sure. I'll bet what we have here and make some of these nobles squirm.”

You look back to your three sellswords and give them the money and the information they need to make the bets. They nods their heads and set out, while you go back to the stands with Raina and drink beside Tyrion. You do notice he is slightly more cordial and formal with you as you make small talk, waiting for the jousters to prepare themselves.

Aron Santagar, Lord Jason mallister and Ser Robar Royce do their jousts without a peep from Tyrion.

He manages to get some fool to accept a bet of 50 gold dragons that Sandor Clegane will defeat Thoros of Myr. Your prediction proves true as you knew it would.

Tyrion makes another 25 on Loras's victory against Ser Meryn Trant. Tyrion manages to snag 100 gold dragons betting against Jory Cassel in his very close match with Lothor Brune – a match that was only settled by King Robert's own ruling.

No one bets against Ser Gregor Clegane when he tilts against Balon Swann, but the entire crowd claps and commends Ser Swann for his bravery against the knight who killed a man not more than two hours earlier.

You'll admit. Tyrion doesn't seem to put as much effort or oomph into his bets, but when Jaime comes to tilt against Ser Barristan Selmy of the Kingsguard all the fervor comes rushing back into the dwarf's body.

“1800 gold dragons that Ser Jaime Lannister defeats Ser Barristan Selmy,” he declares without even asking you who wins. When you try to explain he shushes you.

Oh shit. He wants to preserve the integrity of this bet – except he's using your fucking money!

King Robert Baratheon shouts that he'll take that bet. Eddard Stark puts his head in his hands, grumbling about the Crown's debt most like.

Tyrion's eyes come alive as his older brother claims victory. The two members of the Kingsguard cordially regard each other with respect after the tilt and so comes the end of the third round of jousts.
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>>447362
I kinda wanted to reply to that "Valar Morghulis"
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Chiggen, Mills and Bronn return to you with clinking coinpurses. However . . . you notice a trail of red running down Chiggen's forehead. A clump of clotted blood at the top of his skull, matting his light brown curls.

“What happened?” you ask seriously taken aback.

“Well,” Bronn takes it upon himself to explain. “We split up to collect all the winnings. Mills didn't run into any trouble. Chiggen did. Some man hit him over the head with a stick and managed to make off with 100 gold dragons in the confusion.”

“Greedy cunts,” Chiggen seethes with rage and pain as he wipes the blood from his wound off his forehead. “Figured I'd go down to one swing. Drew my sword and the craven ran." He looks down at the blood on his hand and then back up to you. "Sorry, boss.”

“That's alright,” you tell him. “What about you Bronn?” you ask, looking at the most senior of your semi-sworn swordsmen. “You encounter any trouble?”

He nods his head honestly. “Yeah.”

“What happened?” you request urgently.

The man looks up at the sky and thinks for a second. “Got rid of the trouble.” He laughs once. “Found something out too. Someone else has been making the exact same bets as you. Not in person – through multiple names. But if it is really one person they've put a lot more money down than you.”

Hmmmm. That's . . . interesting.

There's one more round of betting and four more – well six more, considering the draw – jousts today. And altogether you have almost 10,000 gold dragons.

>Let Tyrion bet more
>Stop betting
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>447593
stop betting,analyze your profits and plan your next moves with your companions
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>>447593
>Let Tyrion bet more
wasn't that how Isaac coordinated his bets?
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>>447593
>>Stop betting
>>Something else? (write-in)
Stop the bets, and tell Tyrion, we're sorry, tell him we knew there would be bloodshed...but we were not sure it meant a death.

Dont make Tyrion not like us by lying to his face thats a dick fucking move
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>>447593
>Stop betting
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>>447593
We might as well keep betting. Maybe play a song to cheer Tyrion up.
Maybe don't bet on the mountain vs loras though, incase people think we are in cahoots with that craven gaylord.
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>>447602
supporting this,apologize now
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>>447608
no. just no. He is sad because he knows we lied to him, he is sad bacause someone he views as a pal is lying to his face. Stop the bets, just talk and be friendly, tell him the truth so there is no lingering bad feelings. Confront this stuff anon.
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Let Tyrion bet more.
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>>447593
adding this>>447602
to my vote>>447603
Tyrion don't want blood money and he doesn't want to win money if someone dies for it he isn't a bad guy, let's not make him guilty and angsty.
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>>447593
>Stop betting
Yeah we should stop and also.. is that the guy from velo's quest?
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>>447593
We need to do this. Fucking apologize and if Tyrion wants to bet more let him. If not don't force him.
>>447602
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>>447616
He doesn't even believe in this superstition though.
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>>447627
Pretty sure he believe in odds and statistics and know that if we win 16 bets in a row we're either the lcukiest man in the city or we have foresight over future events.
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>>447627
He knows we are slightly more than normal.
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>>447593
>Let Tyrion bet more.
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>>447635
That's true.
We could tell him that we might have lied a bit, we did know he wasn't going to leave King's Landing alive.
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>>447599 (Tell Tyrion another lie)
>>447602 (Tell Tyrion another lie)
>>447603
>>447609 (Tell Tyrion another lie)
>>447622
>>447623 (Apologize)
Stop betting

>>447601
>>447608
>>447637

Let Tyrion bet more


So you're all relatively in agreement that you're going to lie to Tyrion again, by telling him you didn't know Ser Hugh was going to die when you did.

Are you sure that's what you want to do?

>Lie
>Come Clean
>Don't mention anything
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>>447659
>Come Clean
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>>447659
>Don't mention anything
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>>447659
>Come Clean
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>>447659
>come clean
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>>447659
>>Come Clean
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>>447659
>Come clean
Don't fuck this up, he's our one decent friend, and he's bro-tier as fuck
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>>447659
>Come Clean
Keep that money...it's yours, i'm sorry Tyrion...I won't get you involved in anything like this again, well unless you ask for my input that is.

you cant put value on friendship.
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>>447659
>Come Clean
But, you know, don't sperg it out.
Just say it along the lines of, "You should not try to save people from their own stupidity."
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>>447682
Yea, I value our friendship, but not 10 000 gold dragon's worth to a man to whom a tenebrous future awaits.
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>>447688
This,plus he doesnt need our money
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>>447689
Yep
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>>447688
Besides, if we do that, we'll get killed by the other two, I mean it's not like they're our slaves or anything, they've got their fortune riding on this.
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>>447708
We should give the dagger to tyrion maybe.
I mean he'd love to a have a valyrian steel weapon even more a dagger to taunt his father.
Also it's a perfect gift.
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Writing!
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>>447714
I'm sorry, I can't hear you with Tyrion's dick in your mouth
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>>447720
I'm sorry, I can't hear you with Tyrion's dick in your girlfriend*
:^)
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>>447722
What are you talking about, I hate Raina
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>>447722
Wasn't really tyrion's fault.
When a bitch come to you to sell herself like a whore you don't do a full background check to see if you're cucking your bros.
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>>447722
OHHHHHHHHHH SNAP!

This anon wins like 50 points.
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>>447727
I feel like you didn't read the previous threads. You should do it it's hilarious
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>>447722
10 points to Slytherin
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>>447727
He did know that she was sloppy seconds.
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>>447738
He doesn't give a fuck if she come to him he assume she dumped us or we're ok with it.
If you gf went to fuck your boss, your boss wouldn't call you first to ask if he has the right to fuck her, he belive she already worked shit out.
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>>447724
>>447727
It is another episode of "Waifu Rainna Discussion"
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>>447741
Don't get salty cuz you personally got #rekt
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>>447745
I'm not salty, it just wasn't a great burn
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>>447746
>ANALLY
>RAVAGED
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“We're done betting. Let's split the earnings now.”

You receive 4855 gold dragons while Raina and Mills get half that. Mills gives 400 of his gold dragons to his compatriots for their share and both sellswords swear their services to you for at least two years, even if you don't earn them a single copper penny more from this point forward.

You go back to sit with Tyrion while your content bodyguards watch amicably with the rest of the smallfolk.

The fourth round of jousts proceed swimmingly.

Aron Santagar, Lothor Brune, Jason Mallister and Robar Royce are defeated over the course of the latest round.

The most surprising things that occur are the initial tie between Santagar and Brune that leads to both their eliminations and Loras Tyrell – the Knight of Flowers – deciding to bestow his final rose of the night on Sansa Stark. He even coos some sweet words about her being more beautiful than any victory. She sighs and Joffrey manages to look a little jealous. But other than that not much happens that you weren't expecting.

As the King announces that the semi-finals will occur tomorrow and booms that the surrounding nobles should join him at the feast tonight, you pull Tyrion aside.

“Yes William?” he asks fixing you with a curious look.

You sigh out. “I lied to you.”

Tyrion nods his head. “I know.”

“I . . . had a feeling you did. Look, I can't change everything. If I do I have no idea what the ramifications are going to be.”

“Yet you saw fit to earn yourself thousands of gold dragons betting on tourney winners you saw in your head,” Tyrion chides quietly, so only the two of you can hear. “Does that not have ramifications on what is going to be.”

“Uh, well it . . . probably does, but I need money if I'm going to enact changes to alter the events of the future.”

“And you couldn't spare one moment, one simple gesture of effort to save that poor boy's life? What about Jyck? Could you have saved his?”

You shake your hands vigorously. “No, that's exactly what I'm talking about Tyrion. Look . . . Jyck died because someone I angered from altering events killed him. Jyck might still be alive right now if I had done one or two things differently.”

“Who slew him?” Tyrion asks softly.

“Agents of a . . . man who also possesses green dreams. There is a chance that saving Hugh's life would have put others in danger and there would still be a very likely chance he would die soon anyway. Like the catspaw you had Jyck kill. He was already dead. I am careful about how I intervene and I can not save everyone.”

Tyrion huffs. “Fine. I accept your . . . esoteric, insane powers. You have seen the future. What events are you exactly trying to change?”

You breathe out and laugh about the enormity of that question. “Almost all of them," you admit.

>End of Run

You have attained the achievement “Shit Gold”

You get a feat.

Choose!

>Wealthy
>Raised Status
>Gold Breeder
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>>447792
>Raised Status
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>>447792
>Raised Status
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>>447792
>Gold Breeder
Littlefinger 2.0 here we go
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>>447792
>Raised Status
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>>447792
>Gold Breeder

it takes money to make money
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>>447792
>Raised Status
It's enough to get us about more people and go more places.
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>>447792
>Raised Status
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>>447792
>“Almost all of them," you admit.
This is the perfect time to tell him about the white walkers velo you dumb shit. The earlier you start banging on about it the earlier people are going to start believing you.
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>>447792
>Raised Status
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>>447792
>Gold Breeder
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>>447792
>Raised Status
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>>447792
>Gold breeder
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>>447803
>>447792
changing to
>Gold Breeder
might be better in the long run
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>>447792
>Gold Breeder
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>>447792
>>Raised Status
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Raised Status wins. Tell you what it does tomorrow
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>>447879
>Tell you what it does tomorrow
What does he mean by this
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>>447879
>Tell you what it does tomorrow
What's the point?
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>>447882
He still has to make it up :^)
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>>447900
I know but that's what I say in discord before I got banned. :^)
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Don't mind me, just posting now so I don't get called a proxiefag when it matters.

What's our longterm plan guys?
>Keep the world safe from the whitewalkers
>Get rich fuck bitches and live comfortably
>Find out what brought us here?
>Become a lord and rule
>Fuck over the series' villians?
>Fuck over the series heroes?
>Watch the world burn?
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>>448011
I say
>keep world safe from whitewalkers
>become a lord and rule
Not like fucking Velo had anything going for him where we're from, desu lad. Here we're wealthy, talented, and smart as fuck. May as well leverage it and make this world better, imo.

Also maybe fuck over the series' villians, but not without making sure we're at least partially credited, and not by changing the timeline so radically that it's unrecognizable. Need to preserve our advantage if we want to remain relevant beyond our money and skills.
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not by changing the timeline so radically that it's unrecognizable. Need to preserve our advantage if we want to remain relevant beyond our money and skills.
Ths is something we need to remember at all time
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>>448011
>Get rich fuck bitches and live comfortably
this tbqh
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>>448089
well soon we'll be good enough that we won't need the asoiaf metaknowledge as a crutch, and even then we'll have our modern concepts
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>>448011
>Become a lord and rule
>Watch the world burn?
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>>448011
>reforge the valyrian dagger into a valyrian spear
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we want to become a lord and then spread Earth concepts far and wide.

Write a bunch of books and make sure they are mass produced.
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>>449332
indeed, show them now to make a primitive printing press, shits easy as fuck.
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>>449349
germ theory and microscopes

maybe build a bunch of magnifying glasses.

Ask someone to make a bunch of wire so we can do electricals or something.
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>>448011
>Keep the world safe from the whitewalkers
>Get rich fuck bitches and live comfortably
>Become a lord and rule
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Raised Status – The patronage of the powerful has allowed you to climb socially, attaining a higher staus than you were born into. (+5 to gather information)

Due to Tyrion's backing and your newly acquired wealth you are no longer viewed as a mere commoner – even if it is still understood you are no landed noble.
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>>449552
Is it still too late to be a gold breeder?
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>>449552
So are we closer to a merchant prince, or a unlanded second son of a noble family in the eyes of society?
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>>449552
Meh, could have been better, let's just get someone to make us a lord
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>>449720
I vote for Stannis the Mannis
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>>449731
We should probably help him at blackwater
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>>449759
If we could get Tyrion to jump the boat to Stannis, it'd be great.
The man needs someone like him on his council.
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>>449759
Why? The Red bitch has his ear and would quickly eliminate us as a rival.

We should just ensure that Robert doesn't die.
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>>449874
No, she wouldn't.
We're an enemy of her god's greatest foe.
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Tyrion Lannister leads the way as you, Morrec, Raina and your bodyguards head to the feasting grounds. Rows upon rows of tables have been set up from all the way up to where the Royals themselves sit to the lowly barely-noble fellows such as yourself.

King Robert jovially raises his goblet at his raised wooden dais, laughing loudly as he announces the feast's commencement.

“To those of you brave enough to ride I thank you. And to those of you to fat to compete I pity you.” He bellows one more great laugh as he drinks deeply, the wine dribbling down his coarse black beard, staining it red like a portent of doom.

As the revelry begins, you spot the Crown Prince sitting next to Sansa Stark, whispering into her ear something that sets her to giggling. You notice Joffrey doesn't have a broken arm, savaged much like your hand was by Ghost. You also observe the three giant direwolves – Lady, Nymeria and Summer – who certainly shouldn't be here. They sit patiently off to the side, far enough away from the easily spooked Southroners to not cause panic, chewing on large hunks of meat. Seems like letting Bran go South . . . saved Lady's life? And prevented Nymeria and Arya separating. Which means Mycah's probably alive as well. Bran looks giddy, sitting next to Prince Tommen and waving a chicken leg in the air like a sword. He looks happy – as a child his age should be. Sansa doesn't seem kowtowed and morose while Arya also appears happy and friendly, despite her stubborn black sheep of the family nature. It's almost as if you made things much better and more pleasant for the Stark stay in King's Landing.

You sit at one of the tables near the back and let your eyes feast upon the sight of roasted capons, lemoncakes, a ham with honey drizzled atop it, red berries ripe and precious like a whore's throbbing cunt, black bread and hard cheeses, snails and trout baked in clay.

Tyrion sits beside you and pours himself a cup of Arbor gold wine.

>Discuss information with Tyrion (what?)
>Approach someone to speak with at the feast (who?)
>Enjoy your food in silence
>Sign up for the melee tomorrow
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>449982
>Approach someone to speak with at the feast (who?)
Bran

It's best to get acquainted with him sooner rather than later
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>>450021
I'll second this.

>>449982
>Discuss information with Tyrion (what?)
Excuse ourselves politely, tell him we've a consequence to attend to.
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>>450021
Talk talk to him about his fall or some shit
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>>449982
>Discuss information with Tyrion (what?)
Let's get him on the bandwagon about the idea of making condoms. He will for sure invest his money in that.

Also talking for real, we should have Tyrion help us invest our money wisely, since he's a smart manlet that knows people.

>Approach someone to speak with at the feast (who?)
Also talk with Bran
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>>450021
dis
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>>449982
Romance the girls, those waifus are mine! Right guys xDDDDDD
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Rolled 16, 79 = 95 (2d100)

Roll me 1d100 + 6, best of 3. This is a disguise check. To see if Eddard recognizes you.

And if you notice I'm rolling 2d100s.

First is for Eddard.

Second is for Joffrey. :^)
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>Approach someone to speak with at the feast (who?)
Davos Seaworth, tell him you want to buy a boat.
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Rolled 408 (1d1002)

>>450064
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Rolled 49 + 6 (1d100 + 6)

>>450064
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Rolled 5 (1d100)

Nay, we are Ulrich von Lichtenstein.
Totally not a peasant here.
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Rolled 21 + 6 (1d100 + 6)

>>450064
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>>450068
Damn son.
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Rolled 5, 81 = 86 (2d100)

>>450064
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>>450068
>You disguise yourself as the royal family.
>Unfortunately, the royal family is watching.
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Rolled 88, 64 = 152 (2d100)

>>450064
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Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>450107
It was d100 like this
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>>450075
Did we pass or fail?
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>>450135
We passed against Eddard but not Joffrey.
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You know, we could spin this around even if he notices us and remembers sending a guy to kill us.

Something about us respecting how he took decisive action for "Doubting us a fake noble." and to "test our valour" and something like that.
Something something this knife shall be henceforth be used to test every child of our family for weakness as you taught us to prove themselves worthy of serving the future king of Westeros.
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You get up from the table, Tyrion eyeing you warily as he drains his wine goblet. “Where are you going?” he asks quietly.

“To speak with Bran Stark,” you reply. Tyrion rolls his eyes. He reaches forward and grabs the dagger off your belt. You almost protest as he hands it to Morrec. He notices your offended expression.

“You'll get it back when you return. I've dealt with the presence of this cursed object enough times for one day.”

You accept Tyrion's condition for your departure as you stride past the rows of noble folk, eating heartily off their trenchers.

Approaching the location of the boy 2nd in line to the Iron Throne and the boy 2nd in line to inherit Winterfell as well as the title of Warden of the North might prove difficult to any random musician with the Kingsguard roaming about.

But Jaime quickly notices you and gives you a friendly nod – still remembering your wonderful performance at Winterfell many months ago.

He watches you warily as you approach his nephewson, but doesn't halt you.

Seems The Kingslayer has some manner of trust in you.

Tommen notices you as well, nudging Bran in the ribs and gesturing to you when he sees you. His plump, childish face lights up in innocent glee at spying your form.

“You came to King's Landing!” Tommen declares the obvious like it is a royal miracle. he turns to Bran. “Brandon this is William the Bard. He played for my uncle The Imp and the Night's Watch up at the Wall!”

You bow and pull out your lute, strumming it skillfully. Eddard Stark glances over and seems not to recognize you as the blonde peasant who spewed his secrets to him in the Godswood all those months ago. Joffrey looks over as well, ears pricking up at hearing Tommen declare your name and affiliation. He looks upon you with cruel eyes, before going back to whispering childish things in Sansa's ears.

Bran Stark smiles as he hears you play your melodies and vocalize your talents. At the end of your first song both boys clap.

“He is very talented, your grace,” Bran speaks to his peer politely.

“I see my brother still keeps you close,” The Kingslayer comments from the side. “You even drink and bet with him now?” He must have noticed you both in the stands during his joust. He's probably heard by now of the outrageous bet his brother made with King Robert Baratheon about the Kingslayer riding against Ser Barristan the Bold.

“He is my friend as well as my patron, Ser Jaime,” you inform with a bow.

>Wish Jaime Lannister luck in the semi-finals tomorrow
>Ask Bran about his fall from the broken tower
>Ask Bran something else? (what?)
>Request permission to be made the royal court musician
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>450214
>Wish Jaime Lannister luck in the semi-finals tomorrow
>Ask Bran something else? (what?)
Ask him about his wolf, and whats he's like.
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>>450214
>Wish Jaime Lannister luck in the semi-finals tomorrow
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>>450214
>ask brain something else

Wanna fuck?
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>>450214
>Wish Jaime Lannister luck in the semi-finals tomorrow
>We'll be sure to have some money placed on his victory
>Ask Bran about his fall from the broken tower
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>>450214
>Wish Jaime Lannister luck in the semi-finals tomorrow.
>Something else? ("Ask if we can pet a direwolf.")
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>>450214
Tell Bran that he should go thank the gods for covering his fall.
"It counts as a Pilgrimage when you go and touch a weirwood this far from home."
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>>450223
This
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>>450214
>Wish Jaime Lannister luck in the semi-finals tomorrow
>We'll be sure to have some money placed on his victory
>Ask Bran about his fall from the broken tower
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>>450214
Naturally, we gotta play a song for them as well.
Call it "An inspiration we got from visiting the wall."
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Don't ask about the tower.
There's nothing to learn from there that is of use.
At worst it'll make us suspicious.
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>>450236
But we won't though, he's gonna lose.
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this >>450253, Jaime is there for fucks sake just wish him luck then fuck off
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>>450253
What he said.
Beyond asking if he healed well, it's just weird.
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>>450236
>Wish Jaime Lannister luck in the semi-finals tomorrow
Changed my vote
>>450214
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>>450214
>Wish Jamie the best in the semi finals.
>Ask Bran if his legs alright, make some small talk and get a measure of him.
>Also ask how the noble dire wolves are faring in the South, his older brother Jon's was quite fierce in defending his master from all slights.
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>>450223
>>Wish Jaime Lannister luck in the semi-finals tomorrow
this for sure, I think if it ever, ever comes to it we should never call Jamie the King Slayer, not now but some time in the future we should tell him we know who the real savior of kings landing is, he'll never hear that insult from us.
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Voting over!

Writing at some point.
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Thank Jaime that if he hadn't done what he did, we might have never had the chance to see this city.
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“I wish you good luck in the semi-finals tomorrow, Ser Jaime.”

He laughs. “Thank you, singer. Hopefully I can best the dog. I find it hilarious that I should consider myself lucky as I am pitted only against the 'smaller' of the Cleganes. I'm afraid Ser Gregor may tromp through the rose garden tomorrow.”

If only Jaime knew. You turn to Bran.

“I see you have a direwolf, my lord. May I perchance inquire as to its name?”

Bran chuckles. “I only named him but yesterday. I had a peculiar dream which inspired me so: Summer is his name.”

“What is he like, faring so far down South? Your bastard brother's direwolf was quite fierce in defending his master from all slights.”

You put up your hand so Bran can see the faded scars of where Ghost's teeth punctured your skin.

“Wow,” he utters in amazement. He casts a glance at his wolf. “They've been well behaved. I think because they have each other they feel much safer than Ghost must. How is Jon?”

“Jon is doing fine. He's the most skilled recruit at the Wall.”

Bran smiles from ear to ear. “I'm sure he'll be the next First Ranger after uncle Benjen.”

Aiming a little low there, you think to yourself. “So Lord Stark,” you begin with overemphasized pleasantries, “I heard you nearly suffered a fatal fall at Winterfell. Could you tell me the tale of your journey so I may compose a song of your miraculous survival?”

You smirk inwardly at that smooth move. Jaime doesn't notice a thing. He doesn't . . . even look perturbed, despite hearing you bring up the fall from the tower right next to him. Hmmm

“The story is rather embarrassing actually,” Bran comments, frowning. “I saw a man and woman wrestling. The man shouted upon seeing me and I lost my grip. Thankfully Benjen caught me.”

Jaime Lannister laughs. “You should learn not to snoop, Bran. Do you want to end up like the Spider?”

At the rhetorical question Bran recoils and shakes his head vigorously, causing Jaime to chuckle further.
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No! You do not tell me what to do, woman! I am king here, do you understand? I rule here, and if I say that I will fight tomorrow, I will fight!” The King's shouting instantly wipes the smile off Jaime's face. He turns and approaches the scene of Robert and Cersei's argument. You stare at Robert – standing up, his full, bulging form massive and intimidating. Despite it all The Queen stares at him coldly. Everyone stares truthfully at the spat, but no one dares to speak or interfere. You even stop your strumming.

Cersei eventually rises and storms away from the feasting, silently and sullenly.

When Jaime goes to Robert to offer . . . something, the king instantly rounds on the Kingslayer and pushes him away hard, causing Jaime to stumble backwards and fall to the dirt.

The King bellows a drunken, jolly laugh. “I can still knock you into the dirt KINGSLAYER! With my warhammer nobody can stand before me. Remember how I earned this throne you blond-haired shits.”

“As you say, your grace,” Jaime replies stiffly. Keeping his anger muted in his tone as Ser Barristan escorts the Robert away from the prone knight.

Now it seems the feast is winding down with that buzz kill. Joffrey rises and orders his “Hound” to escort his lady love back to her bedchambers.

Jaime lays in the mud sullenly.

Bran and Tommen exchange looks.

>Ask Bran about the specifics of his dream
>Help Jaime up
>Escort Sansa to her room
>Go back to Tyrion
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>450541
>Help Jaime up
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>>450541
>Help jaime up
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>>450541
>Ask Bran about the specifics of his dream
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>>450541
>Help Jaime up
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>>450541
>Help Jaime up
When the king bellows at us
"How about some fresh music my lord, I doubt you've heard my melodies."
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Time for quotes.
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>>450541
>>Help Jaime up
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>>450558
Actually mention to Bran and Tommen that if they ever want to hear some fun stories or music just call on us, we'll be around.

When we help Jamie up, offer the hand let him take it and respectful nod. mutter under our breathe to Jamie, you'll never here that title from me.
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>>450566
heh
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>>450573
I like this
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>>450574

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
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>>450566
defiantly mutter this, if he asks, say it's an old saying where we come from.
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Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
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Writing!
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>>450541
>Escort Sansa to her room
Get da puzzi
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"What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind."
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>>450617
don't think Westerosi people know what a devil is
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>>450617
waaaay to many commas
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You stride over to where the Kingslayer lays and offer him your hand. After the 1000 yard stare of raging hatred wears off and Jaime regains his composure he notices your offer.

He intently studies your hand long and hard before sighing and accepting your help, graciously.

“Remember how he earned his throne,” Jaime mutters mockingly as you help pull him to his feet. You cast a paranoid glance behind you. Robert is thankfully far out of earshot now. “My father sacked the city, his banner man slew the children, I stabbed the king in the back and my sweet sister ensured the realm stayed together marrying the fat oaf.”

You grimace as you peer round the feasting grounds. You sure hope no one's listening to this. “The stag earned his throne on the backs of lions, claws slick and sticky with dragon blood that was not yet dry by the time he sat his arse upon the throne.”

Jaime is absolutely seething. But it seems to melt suddenly into laughter. “Ned Stark wanted to send me to the Wall for my 'crimes'. The King himself – still wishing he could wrap his hands round Viserys Targaryen's throat – bellows my moniker as an insult. As if he forgets exactly which king I slew. I've killed as many Targaryens as Robert. Aerys and Rhaegar combined took three of Stark's family from this world. And yet while both of those men rule I am to be grateful I am allowed to retain my position as a glorified bodyguard.” He scoffs. “A fool in gold -- the kingkilling Kingsguard. My existence is a very jape to the state of the realm.”

He breathes out, calming down from the quiet inferno of a tirade. “Tell me singer," he commands you honestly. "Do I deserve the 'songs' these prancing lords sing behind my back? All I did was kill a madman."


>No, you don't
>Yes, you do
>We both know you did much more than that
>Say nothing
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>450724
>Shrug
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>>450724
"Man who defies the devil is the enemy of humanity."
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>>450724
>We both know you did much more than that

>>450738
What the shit does that even mean?
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>>450724
>We both know you did much more than that
Do you deserve it? No you don't but let this Singer tell you something. You did more for the Realm than either of those men, used didn't just take lives, you saved them, you saved many thousands from a terrible end. Your a better knight than the kingdom deserves, you wore that title, that twisted story but have remained silent, I can't imagine a better person to guard the realm
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>>450743
It means that true heroes are rarely sung about.
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>>450724
>We both know you did much more than that
Also this >>450744
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>>450747
>>450738
Its autistic don't say it.
>>450724
>Say nothing
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>>450724
>It's a sad fact that whatever gods watch over us, they seldom consider what it is we might deserve.
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>>450744
Ill go for this. Kinda the Kill one, save alot. Maybe offer to buy him a drink not because he needs someone to buy one for him, but for the gesture.
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Writing!
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>>450724
"I don't think even a regicide would deserve the fate of having to listen to the garbage they play down here."
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>>450724
"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing My Lord."
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>>450744
This. We don't let on that we know about the wildfire but we do recognise the lives he saved by ending the war.
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>>450847
Holy shit guys this
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So I'm thinking we spend the rest of the evening building rapport with Bran, Tommen and Jamie.Bran because, well, we need a good relationship with him if we're taking him north and Tommen because royalty is ALWAYS good to have on side (especially if our plotting doesn't stop him gaining the throne). And if we can encourage a strong friendship between the younger Starks and "Baratheons" then so much the better.
Maybe see if we can finagle some private-ish time with the two kids - not sure what the best method of building a friendship with these two is. Taking them to some cool area of the city / surrounding woods they might not hve seen could work. Or we could have Tommen show us around his favourite places in the castle or whatever, showing the young lordling we're interested in what he thinks might be a good way of flattering him (which worked for Margery).

Also thinking it might be worth singing them a tale of wargs and greenseers so future Bran will hae a little more knowledge about what's going on.
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>>446895
>My father sacked King's Landing nine years ago.


SO MAJOR FUCK UP

Not really, but this is an important distinction.

The sack of King's Landing did NOT happen nine years ago. It happened roughly as many years ago as Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen/Robb was born. Which I'm saying is around 16 to 17 years old in this timeline.

So the Sack of King's landing was not "almost a decade ago"

It was "almost two decades ago"
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>>450958
it's ok we get ya
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Let's be honest, they're just giving him shit because they don't like his dad or it's because Varys is trying to create the narrative that killing him was bad.
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“We both know you did much more than that,” you answer the knight.

Jaime nods wearily, taking your comment to mean his action was much grander a sin than putting a feeble old man out of his misery . . . until he notices the expression on your face. Not one of mocking or insult – but of genuine appreciation.

His mouth opens slightly as he cocks his head, taken aback by the combination of your tone, word choice and countenance.

“You've done more for the Realm than either of those men will ever know," you qualify. "You may bear the mark of 'oathbreaker', but you saved this city. And maybe someday there will be a song praising that, Ser Jaime.”

A flash of panic falls upon Jaime's visage, before it smooths out and he casts a glance towards his younger brother, who waves from far across the grass, a golden speck against the dark descending night.

Jaime half-smiles. “You truly are his friend and confidant.” Jaime looks back to you. “I have no idea what my brother sees in you, but try to keep him out of trouble. Alright?”

You nod. "Alright."

He claps you on the shoulder. “Well, I have a king to safeguard. Good luck with your music, bard. Tommen!" he shouts. "It's time for us to go.”

Tommen gets up and waddles awkwardly up to his unclefather, following the golden-haired incestuous hero from the feast.

Eddard seems to have left with Bran and Arya in tow. The Hound has left with Sansa. All who remains up on the dais is Septa Mordane – Sansa's religious tutor – asleep at the trestle table with an empty goblet of wine in front of her.

Most of the people have cleared out from the feasts, resting before day two of the tourney.

In the very back still feasting are Raina, Tyrion, and your bodyguards.

>Sleep for the night, skip to tomorrow's tourney jousts
>Find Tobho Mott, the best armorer in King's Landing
>Discuss information with your allies (what?)
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>450983
>Find Tobho Mott, the best armorer in King's Landing
Time to get us a spear.
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>>450983
>Find Tobho Mott, the best armorer in King's Landing
>>450985
this
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>>450983
>>Find Tobho Mott, the best armorer in King's Landing
Sure why not
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>>450985
guess I'll put my vote behind this
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>>450983
>>Find Tobho Mott, the best armorer in King's Landing
Some light armor to keep us from dieing because of some stray arrows... with the sigil of House Shakespear!
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You gather your friends and ask them to accompany you to see a Master Armorer upon the Street of Steel to requisition a few pieces and get rid of this unsightly dagger once and for all. Mills agrees especially since he wants some quality weapons and armor himself.

. . .

The journey is not a long one and thankfully you make it to Tobho Mott's shop before the night grows too dark and the armorer goes to sleep. Even as you approach you hear the loud CLANGS of hammered anvils as Mott's apprentices work upon the pieces considered too far beneath the level of the master's skills. His establishment is the largest building upon the Street of Steel, where many of the armorers of King's Landing have made their shops and homes. Two stone knights armored in red suits of armor in the shapes of a griffin and a unicorn guard the entrance. The double doors you open up are adorned with a hunting scene carved of ebony and weirwood.

The artisan smiles to the Imp upon his entrance. The craftsman wears a black velvet coat with silver hammers embroidered on the sleeves signifying his profession. A large sapphire hangs on a heavy silver chain around his neck.

“Here for a specialized suit of armor Lord Lannister?” Tyrion shakes his head no as he gestures for you to speak.

You simply pull out the valyrian steel dagger and plop it upon Tobho Mott's desk.

He picks it up and examines the blade, before nodding to himself.

“You want it reforged?” he asks curiously.

“Into a spear.”

“What kind? A shortspear that can be used in one hand, a regular-sized spear or a long spear designed to keep your enemy far at bay? And what material do you want the haft to be made of?”

“Ummm, do you have any ironwood?” you inquire.

“Heh, I do. But a Valyrian steel weapon deserves the dragon's touch to match.” he taps the dragonbone hilt of the dagger. “Dragonbone is strong as steel, but lighter and more flexible. And it won't burn if bathed in fire, unlike Ironwood. How the fuck it burns blue I've no idea, but it burns all the same. More expensive, but the weapon will be guaranteed to last. Also please inform me if you would like any specific embellishments to the weapon's aesthetic. Valyrian steel weapons without decoration are so bland and . . . disappointing. They are meant to speak of greatness at a mere glance, no?"

>Shortspear (190.5 gold dragons)
>Spear (239.1 gold dragons)
>Longspear (285.7 gold dragons)

AND

>Haft of Ironwood (+50 if shortspear, +75 if spear, +100 if longspear)
>Haft of Dragonbone (+200 if shortspear, +300 if spear, +400 if longspear)

AND

>Plain (No extra cost)
>Ornamentation (+100) [specify engravings, paintings, carvings, etc]

AND

>Ask to see a certain apprentice of his (Gendry)
>Buy something else? (write-in)
>Leave shop
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>>451026
>Spear (239.1 gold dragons)
>Haft of Dragonbone (+200 if shortspear, +300 if spear, +400 if longspear)
>Ornamentation (+100) [specify engravings, paintings, carvings, etc]
Let' ingrave "to be or not to be" in gold and a skull with onyx eyes as a hilt.
>Ask to see a certain apprentice of his (Gendry)
>Buy something else? (write-in)
We need good scale armor.
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>>451026
>Spear: 239.1
>Haft of Dragonbone: 300
>Ornamentation: 100 (Shit tons of Shakespeare)
RAW =639.1
Give him a small tip to make it 650 Gold Dragons
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>>451026
>Spear (239.1 gold dragons)
>Haft of Dragonbone (+200)
>Ornamentation (+100) [specify engravings, paintings, carvings, etc]

Scene of battle where a father defends his family with a spear against a horde of undead in frozen halls.
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>>451026
>Spear (239.1 gold dragons)
>Haft of Dragonbone (+200 if shortspear, +300 if spear, +400 if longspear)
>Ornamentation (+100) [specify engravings, paintings, carvings, etc]

>commission an armor, effective for spearfighting
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>>451034
dude it's a spear shaft not a battering ram there's barely any space for something like that
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>>451032
plus one
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>>451026
>Buy something else? (write-in)
Make it a sectioned spear so we can carry it in town as well.
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>>451038
For 100 gold, I'd pretty well expect some intricate details.
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Aside from the quote engrave this pattern along the staff of it
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>>451043
it would be intricately well done but hard to see from afar.
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>>451045
As long as it's got a shitload of details and it gives credibility to our house, I'm ok with it.
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>>451048
A skull on the hilt is necessary
ask him to make the steel black if he can
and he can try
because he can make valyrian steel red
making it black must not be that much harder
also the skull hilt must have onyx eyes.
The shaft must have engraving "to be or not to be" in gold and small onyx on the "no to be".
Patern and our house sigil must be engraved on the shaft.
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>>451050
How about "To be" on one side, which depicts violence.
"Not to be" on the other side, where it depicts the peace of grave?
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If we ever get to making guns, we gotta attach something like these things to it.
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>>451051
2 edgy 4 me.
I'd rather have decorative engraving than fucking complex shit.
It's made to look good not to make our enemy change their vision of death as we drive it in their heart.
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>>451052
holy shit wtf is that monstrosity
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Right, so after getting the weapon, I sway we find Davos and get ourselves a boat.
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>>451054
It's a spear with 4 flintlock pistols strapped on to it.
If Oberyn had one of those things, he'd still have his eyes.
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>>451057
and his brain inside his skull.
too bad we're no smith and castable alloy are still shit.
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and the mountain who rides would be known as the mountain who flies.
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Wait, I've got an idea.
How about we order him a very specific kind of counterweight.

Something like this?
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We should also get some armor for ourselves.
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>>451062
It's a spear.
The counter weight is our strengh and the fact we can use two hand with the shaft.
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>>451051
Voting for this.

And how about we have the blade emerging from the skull's open mouth
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Alright, ornamented spear with a haft of dragonbone is the clear winner so I'm just going to lock that in. For 639.1 gold dragons.


So, for ornamentation.

>'To Be or Not To Be' ingraved in gold (Y/N)
>Skull pommel with onyx eyes (Y/N)
>Crazy circles pattern across the shaft (Y/N)
>Scene of battle against a horde of undead (Y/N)

AND

>Color of spear shaft: Black (Change? To what color?)
>Color of spear head: Silver (Change? To what color?)

AND

>Commission Masterwork Scale Armor [285.7 gold dragons] (Y/N)

Note: For 100 gold dragons you can have your armor ornamented too
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>>451076
>Commission Masterwork Scale Armor [285.7 gold dragons] (Y/N)

>Scene of battle against a horde of undead (Y/N)
>'To Be or Not To Be' ingraved in gold (Y/N)
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>>451076
>'To Be or Not To Be' ingraved in gold (Y)
>Skull pommel with onyx eyes (Y)
>Scene of battle against a horde of undead (Y)
>Color of spear shaft:White
>Color of spear head:Black
>Commission Masterwork Scale Armor [285.7 gold dragons] (Y)
>Ornaments.
Our sigil and a man Holding a skull on the Torsor with shakespeare quotes engraved.
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>Color of spear head: Silver
Also this
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>>451079
This actually seems a bit better.
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>>451076
>'To Be or Not To Be' ingraved in gold
Y
>Skull pommel with onyx eyes (Y/N)
Y
>Crazy circles pattern across the shaft (Y/N)
Y
>Scene of battle against a horde of undead (Y/N)
N

>Commission Masterwork Scale Armor .
Y
Ornamented
House sigil
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>>451085
>>451076
I guess black spear head, white shaft
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>>451079
plus 1
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>>451079
dis
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I will warn you.

The only way that spear shaft is going to be white is if you bind it in weirwood. Which means that if for some reason your spear gets lost in a fire, the weirwood will burn away while the dragonbone (black) remains.

It's a cool idea, just a heads up that if you were thinking of abusing the fire immunity of your weapon you'll want to wait for the opportune moment unless you want to lose the cool factor and have a completely black spear.
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>>451076

>'To Be or Not To Be' ingraved in gold Y
>Skull pommel with onyx eyes N
>Crazy circles pattern across the shaft N
>Scene of battle against a horde of undead N

>Color of spear shaft: Black
>Color of spear head: Black
>Commission Masterwork Scale Armor [285.7 gold dragons] Y with no ornementation
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>>451093
>Which means that if for some reason your spear gets lost in a fire, the weirwood will burn away while the dragonbone (black) remains.
That's METAL
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>>451079
Alright this seems to have won.

That's another 385.7 gold dragons spent on masterwork scale armor with the sigil of House Shakespeare on the front.

I assume you'll want the House Words on the front under the sigil with "To Be or Not To Be also engraved in gold.

>Choose 1 to 2 more Shakespeare Quotes you want on the back of the armor.
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I'm passing out now.
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>>451101
>God hath given you one face, and you make yourself another.
>Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
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>>451101
“Action is eloquence.”
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“All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts.”
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>>451101
The world's mine oyster
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>>451101
"Now is the winter of our discontent"
Some premonition shit would be nice
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>>451104
So, we're an armoured bard now? With a big spear which is as expensive as a ship?
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>>451357
Battle bard best bard
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>>451434
So true :).
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>>451108
This
>>451101
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>>451108
Supporting this
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>>451093
No Weirwood then
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>>451093
Oi, ditch the white spear haft then.

>>451101
>>451108
This works.
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>>451093
Ok, ditch the weirwood.
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we need to make sure we get some absolutely fucking amazing House Artifacts.

Reminder that we can also commission letter tiles to start our printing press.
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>>451839
>>451852
ditching the weirwood because it burn is dumb, it only makes the spear more badass we just need good gloves.
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Remember folks, dexterity is key, scale and leather is good
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What are we naming the spear? Ebon Spike or Springbringer are my proposals
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>>452026
How about Dawnbringer?
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>>452091
Already a sword called dawn
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>>452095
Yea, but I just thought to pay homage to the Night's Watch.

Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.
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>>452095
>the horn that wakes the sleepers
Foreboding?
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I'm still fond if Midsummers Kiss
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>>452106
meh
+1
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Is there an achievement if we manage to fuck the queen of the others?
It can be done. There were some wildlings that had half-human children with them and a lord commander of the night's watch who definately managed to conquer that territory, even though it took ritual sacrifice of his men to pull it off.
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>>452121
....dude I don't want our Dickson to freeze off, has oglaf taught you nothing?
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>>452128
It taught me that if we manage to pull it off, the long winter ends.
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>>452121
You shouldn't believe anything Old Nan said.

[spoiler}Wildings don't actually do that, and the Night's King is considered a legend for a reason.[/spoiler]
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>>452026
I think The Tempest is our best bet
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Discord link?
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http://discord.gg/wpTZC
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>>452325
I'll go for that, desu I think it'd be cool if it earned a name rather than giving it one. Also let's us move on.
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Rhongomyniad
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“I want a spear with a dragonbone hilt and I'd like to have it decorated.”

Tobho fixes you with a stare of his dark brown eyes. “What decorations would you want?”

“I want the head of the spear enameled in ebony and the shaft of it banded completely in weirwood. I want my house words 'To Be or Not To Be' ingraved in gold on the shaft and I would like the pommel to be carved into a skull with two onyx eyes. On the rest of the spear I would like you to carve into the weirwood a scene of battle where one lone spearmen fights a host of undead.”

Tobho nods his head. “That can be done. Tell me. This skull. Would you live it chiseled from the ruby embededded in the dagger you gave me?”

>Yes
>No


“I would also like to commission a set of masterwork scale armor. With my sigil on the front – a man conversing with a skull and my house words – 'To Be or Not To Be' underneath. On the back I would like two more sentences engraved. 'God hath given you one face and you make yourself another.' And 'Madness in great ones must not go unwatched'.

Tobho scribbles your orders and specific requests down on a piece of parchment as you speak. “Give me . . . three weeks and I will have both pieces ready. That will be . . .”

He does the numbers in his head for a moment. “About 1025 gold dragons.”

>Accept the price
>Attempt to barter
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>>452704
>Yes
>Accept the price
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>>452704
>Accept the price
>Yes
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>>452704
>accept the price
>yes

How much gold do we have remaining by the way?
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>>452704
>>Yes
>accept the price
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Alright.

Writing!
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Should have said he could keep the ruby as a tip
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You accept the good armorer's fee and give him the go ahead to sculpt the pommel skull out of ruby.

Mills buys himself a set of masterwork full plate, a masterwork longsword and a masterwork steel shield. It costs him a good chunk of his money but he explains he'll just lose it anyway if he doesn't put it into something good and tangible.

Raina buys herself a masterwork dagger of Mott's exquisite skill and sells your old one as well as her cruddy dagger. The exchange is a mere pittance compared to your massive order or Mill's gargantuan one.

But all the same the three of you are much more well-equipped. Well . . . you will be if you wait around for three weeks.

Chiggen and Bronn both decide to save their paychecks for the important things in life. You somehow think they may be talking about fine wine and women.

As you exit the shop, Raina twirling her dagger around while Chiggen and Bronn help fasten a few pieces of Mills' plate armor, Tyrion whistles a nice jaunty tune.

>Discuss something with your allies (what?)
>Skip to the rest of the tourney tomorrow
>Don't attend the tourney tomorrow
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>452915
>Discuss something with your allies (what?)
Do you guys know a good brothel around here?
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>>452915
>Discuss something with your allies (what?)
Talk to Tyrion about our "visions"
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>>452915
Tell Tyrion that Ned will die and how cersi did incest. Threaten to ruin him if he doesn't give us gold. Walk away and give him 3 weeks to do it
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>>452915
>Discuss

Bring up procuring a ship or 2, our plans to plunder Valyria for steel and artifacts to aid against the WW threat.

See if Tyrion can snag a few from his families fleet, or if we can get a cheap deal.
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>>452915
>Discuss something with our allies (what?)
Do you guys know a good brothel around here?
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Jews
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Writing!
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Why does a bard need a brothel?
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>>453030
We're going to the brothel to fuck 7 different girls from different regions at the brothel get us the 8 achievement.
With this new achievement we'll get a new feat, something that is worth going to the brothel for.

Think about it, we could get some good skills from it.
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>>453030
Idiots decide what we do, that's why.
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>>453030
Don't worry we're get some clean ones, and get the achievement with the feat and do other things.
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>>453036
Yea, but I'm gonna tell you right now, I'm not gonna agree paying 10 gold or something for an upper class prostitute.
We've already shaved a good chunk of our funds and Dara did cost us only 3g and she was a virgin.
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We might have a shitload of money, but at the moment we cannot replenish it except using the very slow route of bardsmanship.
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“Do you guys know of a good brothel around here?” you ask your gathering.

Raina rolls her eyes. “I'm going back to the Iron Stag,” she walks away.

Mills gives you a disgusted look. “Degenerate . . .” he mutters as he follows after her.

Bronn remains and Chiggen fixes you with a look. “I know a few bad brothels around King's Landing.”

The sellsword chuckles and Tyrion raises his hand. “I believe I'm your man. There is a Brothel on the Street of Silk I believe you'll like. It is The King's favorite. Follow me.”

You and your bodyguards tail the Imp across the city. It is roughly midnight by the time Tyrion points the upscale establishment out to you.

The brothel is a house two stories tall with a stone ground floor and a timber upper floor. A round turret rises from one corner of the structure. Many of the windows are leaded. Over the door swings an ornate lamp, a globe of gilded metal and scarlet glass.

As you follow Tyrion inside, the smell of exotic spices waft into your nostrils. Beneath your feet on the floor is a mosaic of two women locked in sapphic passion. You hear the lilting sound of something akin to a pan flute being tenderly worked with skillful fingers.

The entrance hall is blocked from the common room by a myrish screen carved with flowers, fancies and dreaming nude maidens. Tyrion grabs your hand and pulls you behind the screen. You spot not only an old man playing on pipes but also a plethora of attractive female flesh. A variety of pleasing colors, complexions and builds are on display.

Rising from a cushioned alcove under a leaded glass window, a tall ebony-skinned woman strides towards the four of you, her sandalwood eyes fixed low upon the countenance of Tyrion. She still holds in her left hand the book she was reading mere moments before spotting you and bows to the Dwarf.

“Lord Lannister,” she speaks with a smooth voice, twinged with the exotic accent of . . . you can't quite place it. It sounds oddly Carribean, but you assume this woman is . . .

“Chataya,” she informs you of her name in greeting. “I run this pleasure house.” She gestures to some of the women still unoccupied with kissing or seducing other patrons of the whorehouse.
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“Currently four of my girls are free for the night. So you are all lucky. There is Marei,” she gestures to a girl with green eyes, porcelain skin and long, straight white-gold hair. She reads her own book solemnly in the far corner of the common room.

“There is Dancy.” Dancy waves to you all in a sultry manner. She has long, thick red hair and freckles.

“There is Jayde.” She has the slanted eyes and tan skin of something approximating a Chinese beauty. Her black hair is kept in a neat bun at the back of her head as she knits some scarf-like article of clothing.

“And then there is Alayaya – my daughter.”

Those crazy Summer Islanders and their views on sexuality and love! The beautiful Summer Islander girl plays a game of cyvasse with another, much uglier looking prostitute. Alayaya has a smile on her face and a determined look of innocence that clashes so violently with the idea that she sells her body for money here in this stinkpile of a city.

So, who do you want?

>Dancy
>Marei
>Jayde
>Alayaya
>Offer Chataya YOUR services
>Something else? (write-in)
>Leave the Brothel
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>>453105
Offer her our services
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>>453105
>Leave the Brothel
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>>453105
>Offer Chataya YOUR services
As a bard, of course. I doubt we're that good a lay.
>Marei
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>>453105
I'd like know the rates before we commit to anything.
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>>453119
Actually, I like this better, if it's cheap-ish then maybe
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>>453116
>Offer Chataya YOUR services
Oh, actually that's clever.
We offer songs for this high brow establishment and see where that takes us.
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We could remind Tyrion when he offered to buy us any girl we wanted as well.
"And a Lannister always pays his debts."
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>>453105
>>Offer Chataya YOUR services
>>
Writing!
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>>453130
this
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>Roll 3x 100
>Everyone stops fucking and instead gathers around to listen us play
>Bunch of patrons keep asking Chataya how much is it for us
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“Actually . . . I'm here to offer you MY services!” you declare boldly to the tall amazon.

She giggles once gracefully before studying your features. Eventually she decides you satisfactory and nods her head in deference to your attributes.

“You do fit the aesthetic with your pretty features. But I only provide female flesh at my pillow house.”

She points to the right. “If you would like there is a brothel down the street that way that peddles in boy whores. You could make much money –”

You vigorously shake your hands and head at her confusion. “No. That's not what I mean. I mean you should employ me as a musician here.”

She gestures with her thumb to the old man playing his pipes. “I have a musician already.”

You snicker as you slowly unsheathe your most powerful weapon from your back. You point the tip of it high in the sky suddenly with a quick flourish as you announce “But you don't have me!”

You toss the lute up in the air and let it spin through the sky before grabbing it out of the ether before gravity lets it crash and break upon the ground. You flip the instrument into proper playing position.

Your fingers shoot to the strings as you lock eyes with Chataya and your compatriots groan.

>Roll me 2d100 + 19, best of 3. This is a singing and musical instrument performance check.
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Rolled 62, 65 + 19 = 146 (2d100 + 19)

>>453216
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Rolled 11, 82 = 93 (2d100)

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Rolled 26, 27 + 19 = 72 (2d100 + 19)

>>453216
rolling
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Rolled 22, 15 + 19 = 56 (2d100 + 19)

>>453216
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Rolled 20, 6 = 26 (2d100)

>>453216
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81 and 101
Are we spoony enough?
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You begin strumming with all your musical might as you demonstrate your style and aptitude. You add your voice to the performance like a layer of au jus drizzled on a delicious roast.

You play for a good five minutes as the other guys move past the two of you to partake in a few 'free samples' before purchasing.

When Chataya finally stops you mid-song, you merely gesture with outstretched arms to indicate how amazing you are.

“I admit – you're proficient," Chataya relays gracefully. "Play the lute but do not sing. It distracts from the main attraction. Men are here for the women, not to hear you play. You must learn to be like Dontin – able to play only to enhance the primary purpose of the establishment. I will pay you two gold dragons a day to play here.”

>Accept that deal!
>Don't accept that deal!

AND

>Sleep with a girl here (who?)
>Go rest at the Iron Stag
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>>453280
>Accept that deal!
AND
What are the rates here????
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>>453280
>Accept that deal!


>Sleep with a girl here (who?)
>Marei
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Doesn't Tyrion play better?
>Don't accept that deal!
>Sleep with a girl here ("Whichever one liked our music the best.")
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>>453286
Pay better*
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>>453280
Agree but only 3 days a week
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>>453286
Well, gold is gold and the company is better.
>Don't accept that deal!

Unless anyone can give us a reason to do it?
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>>453284
Changed that we can't accept the deal. Tyrion is a better payer.
>>453280
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>>453297
>>453286

Patently false.

Tyrion does not pay you 2 gold dragons a day.
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>>453280
dont accept the deal,say it was a joke
Also,fuck a girl
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>>453300
Well I still don't accept the deal, but still fuck Marei
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>>453300
Yea, but we've made more than 2 gold dragons a day from Tyrion on occasion.
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>>453280
>>Don't accept that deal!
>Go rest at the Iron Stag
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>>453310
You don't work for Tyrion anymore

He isn't paying you anymore.
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>>453310
Granted, it's mostly a bonus for doing something nice for him, but at the same time, we don't get those bonuses in here.

I mean, the patrons tip the whores, not the musicians.
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We are not a poor ass comonner anymore.Lets try to get a respectable job.Become the Royal Bard/Musician or some shit
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>>453315
Ok then.
Still, there's also the issue that our time is now more valuable than the money we'd get here.

Unless there are some contacts in here that can be made, I believe our time is better spent in training, reading and being a social butterfly.
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Remember if we want a job play for court, not a brothel
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>>453322
this
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I mean, we currently are in possession with more gold than we could make by working 5 years in this establishment.

Unless we book a big concert, we've sort of hit a brick wall with the barding thing and it's now mostly become a social weapon.
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>>453322
This is the King's favorite brothel, this is a good placee to advance and gather info
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Rolled 89 (1d100)

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>>453322
That is a very good point.
Playing for a court would definately put us in a situation where we can talk with important people and it would pay better.

I mean, if they pay less than a whorehouse, that's kind of a hit to their prestige.
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>>453328
This is true in a sense, but we can do that at the courts as well.
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Alright roll me 1d100 +7, best of 3.

This is a spot check.
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Rolled 13 + 7 (1d100 + 7)

>>453340
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Rolled 89 + 7 (1d100 + 7)

>>453340
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Rolled 1 + 7 (1d100 + 7)

>>453340
rolling for fun
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>>453346
Nice.
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>>453346
Can't see shit captain.
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Lets hope I roll low fellows.
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Rolled 1556 (1d3830)

>>453357
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Rolled 288 (1d3830)

>>453363
Let me try my luck
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Rolled 2469 (1d3830)

>>453365
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Rolled 1601 (1d3830)

>>453363
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Rolled 79964 (1d100000)

I roll to disarm the bomb.
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Rolled 76548 (1d100000)

>>453390
I roll to rearm the bomb.
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Rolled 55464 (1d100000)

>>453395
I roll for perception.
Nice Clock there Ahmed.
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Rolled 32013 (1d100000)

>>453400
I roll that the clock blows up
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Rolled 3316 (1d3500)

I roll to nulify my 1
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Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>453412
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>>453412
dammit Uruguay, just put down the dice for tonight
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“I'm sorry I can't accept that deal, Madame Chataya.”

She stares at you darkly. “Then why did you offer?”

“I thought –”

“Get out of my house.”

“I'm still willing to purchase –”

“No. Leave.”

You frown and look over the woman's shoulder at your friends, still flirting and pinching at the girls they've chosen. Tyrion sighs as he looks over and sees you've offended the brothel's owner. “Just go back to the Iron Stag, Will. Besides, I thought you didn't partake?” He laughs at you as you exit under the steaming glare of a woman scorned.

. . .

You are far from the Street of Silk when the rapscallion's cudgel catches you in the back of the head. You pass out for a mere moment as you fall forward to the cobblestones of King's Landing. Sound rings heavily in your head as your vision grows fuzzy. You faintly feel in some far off way the hands rummaging through your pockets, grabbing handfuls and handfuls of gold.

As you blink yourself from the verge between consciousness and sleep your roll over and reach for the sword at your belt. The thief rushes away into the night as you finally draw your weapon and brandish it, swinging it at no one in particular as your vision spins. You look down and see a sizable chunk of your coinage is missing from your various pouches.

>Chase after the thief
>Find a goldcloak
>Rush to the Iron Stag
>Rush back to Chataya's Brothel
>Something else? (write)
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>>453423
>Find a goldcloak
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>>453423
Chase after that fucker. Keep the sword out
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>>453423
>>Chase after the thief
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>>453423
Wait, I thought we left our money for Tyrion to safekeeping, why on earth would we carry more than we need?
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Also, where the fuck are the guards?
I mean, I'm pretty sure Tyrion ALWAYS has at least some guards with him.
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>>453444
Guards and Tyrion are getting laid right now.

While you're getting laid out.
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Whatever, Chase the thief.
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We should shout for guards as we go.
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Alright, roll me 1d100, average of 3.

This is a running check.
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Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>453450
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Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>453450
nat 1
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Rolled 32 (1d100)

You better not dick us of all our money this early.
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You get up to your feet and chase in the direction you hear the pattering of feet head. You dive over a barrel haphazardly and it catches your legs, causing you to careen towards the ground once more. You roll up and pick your sword back up off the ground from where it clattered, darting through a side street. You accidentally bump into two people strolling along who shout at you as you push past, your naked steel still drawn and ready for use.

You zig zag down side alleys and narrow passages after the rushing sound of the craven who hit you and ran. Shit, this is just like what happened to Chiggen earlier today.

You find yourself in some darkened street somewhere, with the attacker nowhere in sight. Your look up and down for any sign but see nothing.

>Shit, listen for him one more time
>Give up, find a guard
>Just make it back to the Iron Stag
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>453494
>>Shit, listen for him one more time
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>>453494
>Shit, listen for him one more time
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Don't loose everything, tomorrow at the tornie we play right beside the king, we'll aim for that job and also not get beaten up tonight otherwise our gamecwill be off
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Roll me 1d100 + 6, best of 3.

This is a Listening check
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Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>453522
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Rolled 78 + 6 (1d100 + 6)

>>453522
Watch and learn
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Rolled 23 + 6 (1d100 + 6)

>>453522
rolling?
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Did 1556 gold dragons get stolen from you because you chose to put it in a bank and the bank clerk ran away with the money while you were at the feast?

>Yes
>No
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>>453548
>Yes
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>>453548
>>No
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>>453548
>no
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>>453548
>No
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>>453548
>No
Aerys you scum duck shut your face
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>>453548
Well, if the bank clerk ran away with the money, he should be relatively easy to find and the bank still owes us the money, so we can still withdraw it correct?

I mean it's not our business if the bank lost it, they still owe us money.
I mean isn't that how a bank works?
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>>453548
>>No
>>
Alright, no retcons.

You got robbed on the streets.

Writing!
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You calm your raging heart and seething rage to try your best at tuning in to the sounds around you. Somewhere off in the distance a dog barks. Reminds you that Millennium – your dog – is still spending time with Morrec as he waits outside the brothel for Lord Tyrion to finish up whoring. You curse yourself for not bringing your hound with you. It might have halted the robbing attempt – even may have caused the robber to stay his hand, seeing you would not be walking back alone at night. Alas that is a lesson for the next time.

A cat somewhere shrieks. Someone laughs coarsely at an unheard joke. And you hear running footsteps faintly in the distance.

You think you may be able to . . . fuck it. You chase after the sound, abandoning all focus or attention to anything else going on around you. Speeding through alleys you continually refocus, listening for the sound of footsteps bounding on pavement, and only stop when you need a moment to select the best route to continue your pursuit.

. . .

You eventually find the street where you last heard the cutpurse's footsteps. Now, however, you hear his gasps of muted laughter and the clinking of gold coins. Oh yeah buddy . . . he fucked up. He seems to be in a side alley from where you now stand.

>Sneak up on him
>Rush him
>Contact a guard and hope he doesn't move
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>453589
Sneak up on him, sword through the back of the head, no chance to scream
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>>453591
this,make him pay the iron price
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>>453592
>make him pay the iron price


REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


NO
NO NO NO NO NO


You do not understand the saying.

YOU'RE paying the iron price. Buy killing him with your iron (in this case steel) for whatever he has. REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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>>453591
Do this but go for the back not the head. Head is too small target, the back is bigger.
>>453589
Make him pay the iron price.
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>>453589
>sneak up on him
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>>453596
this
>>453595
also where the fuck do you live?
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Roll me 1d100, average of 3. This is a move silently check.

Don't fuck up.

>>453604
Cali baby.
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Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>453605
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Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>453605
WATCH THIS FUCK UP
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Rolled 47 (1d100)

BURN IT ALL
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>>453606
>>453607
>>453608
74! not bad boys. it's also our newest highest roll on averages
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>>453611
Assuming this is dex it also just levelled up
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>>453613
Now we just have to level up two more things and we'll be best of three on everything.
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You think he's facing towards the direction you would currently be approaching him from, so you gingerly pad down the street, take a corner and head up a road perpendicular to the other side of the alley.

You throw yourself up against one of the buildings that make up the sides to the narrow passage and inch along it, sliding your feet across the ground as noiselessly as possible. You peak out from the corner, trying your best to disregard the smell of shit wafting into your nose as you spy the back of the man's head. He wears a ruddy green tunic and a hat sits atop his dome. A nervous bead of sweat droops down your nose as even at night the heat of King's Landing finally catches up to you. The sweltering heat of late summer in the Southern city, your body trying its best to keep cool after all that intensive activity.

You slink into the alley outside the man's peripheral vision as he leans against the wall and drops clinking coins into his own little purse.

Time for a little pay back you think.

>Sword stab aimed to kill
>Sword stab aimed to wound
>Tackle him to the ground
>Something else? (write-in)
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>>453636
>>Sword stab aimed to kill
Die peasant
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>>453636
>Sword stab aimed to kill
Iron Price
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>>453636
>Sword stab aimed to kill
make him pay the iron price
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>>453636
>>Sword stab aimed to kill
is this the first person we will kill?
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>>453636
>kill the fucker
those are MY shekels
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>>453636
>Sword stab aimed to kill
He took our gold he was to pay the price
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Alright, roll me 1d100 + 5, average of 3. This is a longsword check.
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Rolled 38 (1d100)

Splat
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Rolled 87 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>453649
I got a good feel about this roll.
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Rolled 29 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>453649
Well damn
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Rolled 61 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>453649
and here it comes
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>>453649
56...ehhh

Unless the first one didn't count because he didn't add 5 to the roll.
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You sneak up on the man as far as you believe his inattentiveness will let you – which is quite close, seeing as he is enthralled with the glittering contents of what he stole.

Both your hands tighten murderously around the pommel and hilt of your longsword. The still throbbing lump forming on the back of your head pulses violent rage and adrenaline into the veins coursing through your body.

You can't let this fuck steal the hard-earned gold coins you made today.

Readying your mind, you tense, shifting your feet into a strong stance.

And you charge.

At the very last moment he notices you in the dark – a shadowy figure behind a flash of dulled silver -- shifting slightly in surprise.

Your sword pierces his side and he screams as even in the darkest hours of night you watch his forest-green tunic darken further with a budding patch of sticky blood. The bag of gold coins hits the cobblestones with a clinking crash as glittering motes of gold scatter across the alley.

He immediately recoils from your attack, unfortunately a hair off from killing him outright. That wound in his side proves deep as your blade slides out from his form. He staggers backwards, blood loss already getting to him as he draws a meager knife. He holds his wooden stick in the other hand.

His breath is ragged from the wound. He weighs his options in his head, before snarling.

Someone's dying for this money tonight.

>Roll me 1d100 + 5, best of 3. This is a sword check

Unless you want to run like a bitch.
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Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>453749
FUCK YOU NIGGA
CHOP OFF HIS LEGS
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Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>453749
Shank this cunt
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>>453754
proxy pls
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Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>453754
Now ILL ROLL THE RIGHT DICE unless you wanna count that as a 75
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Rolled 52 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

we got this
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well 67 total is our best...that aint so bad
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Rolled 82 (1d100)

This is why I always roll late.
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>>453761
what?
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Rolled 36 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>453761what a cute snek
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Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>453768
It's the good luck snake. It rolls high, but always late.
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The man rushes you first, deciding to go on the attack like a cornered animal – which in many ways he is.

You duck the first swing of his wooden stick and swing your sword at the knife hand that follows. He recoils so as to avoid losing the hand.

You shoulder check him at that point, slamming him into the wall.

He lashes out with his knife and it sinks into your your upper arm. Leaping back at the intense pain that courses through you, you swing once wildly, cutting the man across the chest in a shallow wound that still sends trickles of blood cascading down his chest.

He pushes forward in a clumsy stumble, but still manages to smack you across the face hard with his cudgel. The idiotic, offensive maneuver gets him impaled on your sword, however, right through the gut and out his back. He drops both weapons as his hands unclench – arms going slack. The look upon his face is that of confusion – like he has no idea how he ever got to this point – this alleyway in the dark dying on the end of another man's sword.

You kick his body off your sword with your boot and he stumbles back into the wall, slumping down into a sitting position. There's no way he's going to survive, even if Styve was righ here in this alleyway and on his A-game.

You've killed this man.

You sigh out. Your head hurts. Your face is sore. And your upper arm stings still.

>Finish him for good, rightthrough the heart
>Pick up your coins, let him die as slow as the gods intend
>Something else? (write-in)

And roll me a willpower check, 1d100 + 5, best of 3.
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Rolled 75 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>453794
>Pick up your coins, let him die as slow as the gods intend
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Rolled 83 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>453794
>>Pick up your coins, let him die as slow as the gods intend
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Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>453794
>>Pick up your coins, let him die as slow as the gods intend
>>Something else? (write in)
Piss on him while he's dying
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Rolled 79 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>453794
>let him bleed out
>disregard rapscallions aquire florins
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Rolled 68 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>453794
>Finish him for good, right through the heart
>Valar Morghulis
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Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>453794
>"WHO DO YOU WORK FOR!... TELL ME NOW OR EVERYONE YOU CARE FOR DIES THIEF!" Bluff roll.
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Rolled 46 (1d100)

PISS ON HIS WOUND!
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Meme roll for Velo's dick size!

Best of 1, roll me 1d10!
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Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>453812
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>>453815
Meme roll accepted, you have a nine inch long dick.

Meme roll for the girthyness of Velo's dick.

Roll me 1d4, best of 1.
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Rolled 2 (1d4)

>>453816
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Rolled 1 (1d4)

>>453816
meme
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>>453817
Velo's dick is 2 inches wide. Meaning Velo's dick has a circumference of roughly 6.3 inches.
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Rolling for Raina pussy.

Roll me 1d100, best of 1. This determines how fine a pussy she has.
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Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>453823
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Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>453823
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>>453825
Well, I mean, Raina did take your giant fucking schlong. So you wrekt the fuck out of her pussy. She's never coming back from this.
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Alright, time for Mills dick to complete the trio.

Roll me 1d10 for length!
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Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>453829
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And now roll for girth.

Roll me 1d4!
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Rolled 1 (1d4)

>>453831
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Rolled 2 (1d4)

>>453831
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>>453832
4 inches with a circumference of 3.14 inches
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By the way, where is our dog in all of this?
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All right rolling for the length of the dog's dick.

I'm saying 1d8 + 1 for this.
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Rolled 8 + 1 (1d8 + 1)

>>453839
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Rolled 4 + 1 (1d8 + 1)

>>453839
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>>453836
Bit of hindsight, but didn't we teach the dog to track?
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>>453839
I thought Millennium was a bitch?
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>>453836
At the Stag
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Alright, dog is as hung as you so Raina can fuck the dog if you stop exporting the D related products to her Southern gulf.

Roll me 1d4 for girth. Of the dog Millennium.
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Rolled 3 (1d4)

>>453845
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Rolled 1 (1d4)

>>453845
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Rolled 2 (1d4)

>>453845
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Rolled 3 (1d4)

>>453845
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Dog has a nine inch long dick with a nine and a half inch girth
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>>453851
And he's still growing
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Alright, memes aside.

I'm starting to write the next update.
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>>453836
Nice work, furfag.
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>>453856
I was honestly wondering where the dog was, not really interested in it's dick size.
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>>453858
HAHAHAHAHAHA
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>>453858
Picked a bad time to wonder about that.
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

Dont mind me
Horse gender
1: male
2: female
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Rolled 2, 10 + 4 = 16 (2d12 + 4)

>>453862
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Rolled 8, 6 + 4 = 18 (2d12 + 4)

>>453862
okee doke, nothin to see here
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worlds most average horse.
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You wipe the blood off your sword on the man's tunic as he groans. Only once you inspect it and deem the longsword clean do you re-sheathe it at your hip. You stride away from his pained moans and stoop down, picking golden coins up off the dirty land with your left arm since it doesn't hurt when you move it, unlike the right.

You mutter curses to yourself as you slightly jostle your right arm accidentally, pain shooting up to your brain with every gentle movement. That's the worst of your wounds and you don't want to just leave it like that without medical attention. Your face is probably fine, doesn't seem like it's bleeding from that bludgeoning you received. But the back of your head is still throbbing. You might have a concussion – you aren't sure.

By the end of your task moving about the alley picking up loose coins next to a dying man – you have collected and counted roughly 155 gold dragons. Seems this man managed to make off with roughly 10 percent of the coins you had been keeping on your person – 1556. The rest of your money you had left with Tyrion at the brothel.

:^)

You spare one more glance to the collapsed man. He isn't breathing anymore and the flow of blood has stymied, pooled around where he sits in a burgundy pile of liquid. You think he's most likely deceased at this point and don't wish to stick around in this alley much longer.

>Alright, where are you heading to next?

Regardless of your decision

>Roll me 1d100, average of 3. This is a constitution check
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Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>453872
>>Alright, where are you heading to next?
Back to the Stag
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Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>453872
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Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>453872
>Alright, where are you heading to next?
Well, we should probably head to the local Maester.
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>>453872
>Alright, where are you heading to next?
to the Iron Stag
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>>453875
Though in all fairness, we should head to the Stag and tell the innkeeper to fetch a healer, that's actually better.
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54 average, thats not to bad
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This way, we'll have our semi-loyal dog to watch over us.
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I'm done for tonight.

Fresh thread and fresh run perhaps tomorrow. I'll be watching SUICIDE SQUAD.

Make sure to check out the other GoT quest running currently called Life of a Bastard quest. It's good.
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>>453883
Nigga that thread sucks ass.
You suck a cock TrickQM, fucking kill yourself.
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>>453883
Can we keep the guy's knife as a trophy?
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>>454043
This
Except for the part where Life of a bastard sucks
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>>456673

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