At the pace you were riding Sunshine, you suspected it wouldn't be until nightfall before you reached the Dancing Dragon Inn, let alone King's Landing but frankly you could care less. The sun was up high, a glob of orange that seems to be growing larger and larger like a wine stain wiped the wrong way, but the breeze was constant and soft. Spring had just arrived and quite frankly, You were determined to enjoy it. Three long years of Winter got a man to appreciated a nice heat. Especially one as soft and pleasant as this one.

“Can we please go faster Ser Wil?” Daeron Frey asked, wiping sweat from his brow. A lanky, chinless little lordling, naming him after a dragon apparently did little to add gumption to his disposition. You wonder how Ser Holster Frey ever got him to agree to squire his little shit of son, personal friend of your father Roland or not. “At this rate we'll barely make it for the tourney, and the squire's melee is formally a day before...”

“Daeron, you best soak up the sun all you can. Spring might might mean sunshine and bright skys in the Riverlands, but after tourney we head back to my home in the Stormlands. And Spring in the Stormlands means rain and dark clouds if your lucky, thunder and lighting if your not.” you say, smiling before taking a swig from your waterskin “Besides, I've been over this, your not ready for the melee or the lists yet we'll discuss again in a year”

“Not anyone near as big as Daeron's Memorial though” Frey sulked as he trotted along on his big black courser, oh so cleverly named Midnight. Thankfully, as far as Wil was able to hear, he stayed silent after that though.

Not that he wasn't right. Rumor was Aegon IV had every intention of outdoing himself this year, and it was said it was known for being open handed when it came to celebrations, feasts, and festivals. The king loved a party and there was no bigger one possible than at a joust. Knights, lords, ladies and singers alike all looking to puff up their chests and show off what they had to offer, honor those brave or foolish enough to do so, or at least make coin pretending to so. A type of generosity your father, Lord Roland Deschain would have looked down upon no doubt, but one you had yet to develop an opinion one way or another. You never took the sept like your father had, and quite frankly outside of battle, didn't share much an opinion or liking or even skill for what he believed.

After what had to have been at least a couple of hours, Daeron spoke again his voice losing it's usual inflection of a child's loud self pitying tantrum and a surprisingly flat and matter of fact voice.

“Ser Wil….is that smoke?”

It took you a minute or two to focus your eyes, but sure enough the Frey boy wasn't wrong. Off in the distance a little hovel of a house was emitting a thick black inky smog. Out front a wagon was overturned with a man sprawled on his belly and it's contents scattered around him. You might not be a clever man, but you were smart enough to put two and two together.

>Investigate
>Go on your way

>>547648
>Investigate

“Ser Wil….is that smoke?”

It takes you a minute or two to focus his eyes, but sure enough the Frey boy wasn't wrong. Off in the distance a little hovel of a house was fumeing a thick black inky smog.


“Well, I was going to waiting a bit for this, but being a Knight isn't just about melees or tourneys. It's about blood and justice” You say, your feet slamming into the sides of Sunshine, rushing forward. Daeron Frey followed, a large worried scowl spread across his chinless face. One look at him, you think, and if there are any bandits, they'd plant their asses until Winter if there's enough coin in it for them. Still the boy was right at your heels, ready to fight even if he was terrified.

He might still be a half a child and green, but he wasn't entirely craven, you think as the thin line of smoke grows larger and larger, until it'd take the smell to remind you it's not

>>547648
>Investigate

You hear mumbling and crying, from inside the little hut but the sights in front of you take more than a mild precedent. While the dead man in front of the cart was something you had seen from a league way, when the cart tipped over it had blocked the sight of the fat man in leathers with a bolt in his eye. Seeing the broken crossbow next to the dead man you'd have seen before.

"Seven save us...they're really dead" the Frey boy whispered. The boy had drew his steel, though his hand was shaking to the point you think you could hear it. At the very least he had good instincts

"Quiet" you start to say, a little to late. Three men burst from the front of hut carrying a woman, a scrawny, short but handsome woman in her late thirties or early forties, who was doing everything in limited power to make it hard for them. Scratching, kicking, biting to the point the tall bald one almost dropped her when she got lucky with one of her frantic kicks.

They all manage to stop upon seeing you. The tall bald one finally drops the woman, who took the opportunity to bolt and seek the immediate safety of the nearby woods.

The three of them hardly cut a conventially inmadting figure. The tall bald one is at least forty, and looks more like a skeleton than a man, missing half of his teeth and fast approaching loosing the rest to rot. One had at least some muscle, but was a short little man even older than the bald one. The last of them was half a boy, futility trying to grow an mustache.

"Who the fuck are you"

>A.) "Funny I was about to ask you the same"

> B.) No time for words, draw you warhammer

> C.) "Yield, and I'll see that you see the Wall not a noose"

There will be a little break before I'm able to make another update, but I'll will be back in a hour or so and will continue on without interruption.

And I'm back

>>547762
>A.) "Funny I was about to ask you the same"
Need more info before acting.

"Funny I was about to ask you the same” you say, eyes shifting constantly making you sure you knew all of what they were up to. The men didn't seem to be of much quality, nor the rusted axes and spears they carried. But it was always better to be safe than sorry.

“Owed us money that they did, we just came to collect. The bitch's husband ran up a debt gambling, and he shot Rob' with a bolt for daring to collect it.” The short one said, hand trying and failing. to fumble for his steel subtly. For all his bluster and cruelty the man was as green as Daeron was. Still desperation could make the weakest and most of craven of man dangerous.

“What did you want with her than” Daeron Frey managed to squeak out, sword in hand wobbling slightly. “Ransacking the place, aye that makes sense, but what did you want with her?”

“Her husband put a hole in Rob, we thought it only fair we filled up hers as payback.” The man said, his voice beginning to crack. He bit his lower lip, before turning his brown eyes back to you.“Listen we want no trouble, let us go and we'll leave. We'll never be back.”

While you doubt the mortality of the man's actions had finally caught up to him, the man seemed craven enough after the death of his friend and your arrival not to push his luck in the future. Of course, he could just drink to gather a second bout of courage one day and decide to finish what he started this day. Or worse yet, decide to make a profession out of it.
> A.) “I'll see that you see the Wall not a noose, if you yield now"

> B.) Agree

> C.) Draw your steel, the scum must pay blood with blood

>>548189
>> B.) Agree

>>548218
You look back at Daeron, seeing the boy shake and wobb as he looked at the bandits, you sigh and nod. Chances were the fools would let this be the end of it and you promised Ser Holster Frey his son would come to no harm. This wasn't your fight, it was a Crownlands lord's anyway.

“See that today is the last day you take up steel, else you might be so lucky. Daeron, let's go.” you say, before mounting Sunshine. Daeron Frey looks at them and back at you, before rushing to Midnight and spurring him along hard.

At your rushed pace, it only takes a couple of hours to make it the Dancing Dragon. A crudely painted replica of Targaryen coat of arms, a dragon with a single red head and a poorly drawn neck, and a brown mug of ale beneath it.

"Ser Wil" Daeron began "Do think it was right for us to...just leave like that?"


“No but I promised your father that I would ensure your safety. I know you were trained by a master of arms and served your uncle as a page, but you know nothing of real combat, let alone have ever seen true death" You say, as you dismount Sunshine, her yellow mane slapping across your face as you do so.

It might look like a pile of sticks rather than a proper inn, but that was part of the Dancing Dragon's charm. The logs it was comprised off looked narrow, warped, and dilapidated but either the smell from the cooking got out easier or it somehow it mixed with building itself over the years...but it did smell good. Plus it had stables and alcohol. All the necessities a traveler truly needed.

"Take our horses and pay the stablehand, I'll get us something to eat" You say, as the boy gives you another disappointed look, this time more from sloth than outrage. "Don't worry, we're only taking a break to eat. I'll see to it that we make King's Landing by nightfall."

As you walk into the Inn, it's nothing but all too familiar sights, smells, and sounds. Off to the left of your peripheral vision, a small mob of merchants and travelers prepare for a long night or already taking mats for a nap or an early sleep. To the center drunks and patrons drink or feed on stew, bread, soup, and the occasional bright red chunks of meat. Singers either fullheartly or lathergically play harps or wind instruments near tables hoping for a tip unlikely to happen. Waitress dart around to serve drink and food quickly as possible to either avoid offending others or to avoid lecherous fingers.

Near the front are the personages that actually interest you however. Knights and the occasional lord take choice seats that have feathered cushions and eat true greens along with slices of meat that differentiate themselves into turkey, fowl, pork, or even steaks. Wine is spread around, though mead and ale are far from uncommon.

While most aren't wearing armor, and even among those who do have most have plate, chain mail or scale on them wear a plain variety, more than a few wear fine tunics with insignia on them. The bats of House Whent, the mermen of Manderly. the eagle of Mallister, and the bloody lances of Lungis. Among countless others. Even outside the familiar coat of arms you notice familiar faces among the crowd.

Massive in muscle, height, beard, and belly as ever was Ser Walder Manderly drinking from two large wooden mugs of a golden ale. A serving girl was laughing nervously at some story he was sharing with her, the girl obviously trying to disengage. Fearsome, honorable but a little over friendly.

Jon Mallister was on the other side of the bar, drinking a simple cup of water with a mixture of various green vegetables, slices of apples, and slices of ham on a plate he constantly picked at. A tall, gaunt man with muscle woven tightly around him like rope...from what little you saw of him with steel in hand he was a talented warrior but just lacked the build to make him great. Also a finicky man easily offended or taken a back. Still he had interesting stories and was a frequent visitor to King's Landing

>A) Join Walder Manderly

>B) Join Jon Mallister

>C.) Get a seat for yourself and Daeron.

>>548305
>B) Join Jon Mallister

>>548327

Ser Jon Mallister was taking a long, deep look into his cup of water before taking another sip, only to take yet another when he finished the first. His brow crinkled, the lines on his forehead making him look much older, than twenty and two, he actually was.

“I highly doubt anyone would try to poison you here Ser Jon” You say, laughing a little at your own jape, while signaling the cook with one hand and pulling the stole next to him with another with another.

Without bothering to even look at you, and with one final swig of water before putting the cup down, he simply replied “Intent isn't necessary for it to occur Ser Wil. Two dirty forks encrusted with the Seven knows what and not sure I want to know the cleanliness of that cup.”

“I'm sure you don't.” You say, as a mug of mead is poured for you without you having to specify you wanted it. The woman seemed to know you might be needing it with the company you were keeping. “I take it you are attending the Tourney for Daeron's Memorial? I thought you swore off all jousting after that boy squire accidentally killed your horse at the Twins?”

“That 'boy' was ten and four” Ser Jon Mallister said dryly “Only two years younger than you are no. And now, I'm going to ask King Aegon for reimbursement for our ships”

"Reimbursement?" You ask, while it was an open secret King Aegon the IV was about to end the peace between Dorne and The Seven Kingdoms, he thought the fleet was going to be entirely comprised of the Royal one. If Aegon had ordered the deployment of Arbour fleet too or even the the Mallister ships, there was no chance too catch Dorne off guard, let along unaware.

"Wait, you know of Aegon's planned invasion?" You ask in a whisper "Scartch that, he was fool enough to rope you in? Calling in the Reach and Stormlands arms was dangerous enough, now he does this? At a certain point, there is a such a thing as too having to many men."

Mallister, paused a moment before looking you dead in the eye. His ocean blue eyes looked more than a little watery. A sentiment for another you never excepted out of a prickly self absorbed man like him.

"You don't know...Mother have mercy. Wil, the fleet meet a storm, from what we hear from the ravens, it sounds like there were almost no survivors. I thought...gods be good...that you were going to clear up any inheritance issues."

"Wait you can't be serious." You say. One look in his eyes however, tells you before finish speaking that he was however. "How didn't I know? How did you?" Why...." You start, running over your words in a mild panic before a nasally voice interrupts you, as he pulls a stole for himself.

"Finally, is the meat any good here good Ser?" Daeron asks. "I could use a decent meal, we have a long ride ahead of us"

"Quiet" You say, eyes returning to Ser Jon's, who now faces his mug attentively.

>A.) When did this happen.

>B.) Why do you think you came to this knowedlge before me?

>C.) Are you sure Dorne won't respond in kind now?

>D.) Something else

>>548404
>>A.) When did this happen.

>>548404
>>A.) When did this happen

>new GoT quest
I'm in.

>>548405
>>548455

“A week ago, just a couple days before they were to land on Dornish shores. Ironically enough Dornish sailors were among those who fished out the handful of survivors. If the rumors are correct, and in these cases they rarely are wrong in spirit, it was a letter with the insignia of House Martell that informed informed the Crown of what happened.” he finally put the mug back down before facing you again.

“I know you don't want to hear this, and I certainly take no joy in your or my uncle's own death, but this might have been for the best. Dorne will probably overlook this, they are now under no threat Martell is Aegon's son by marriage and even in Dorne there is nothing as cursed as a kinslayer.”

>A.) Dorne must pay

>B.) Your right

>C.) I do not trust the Dornish, but if they keep true perhaps

>D.) Leave angrily

>E.) Other

>>548455
Yeah, Father and his delay got me to finally put off slacking and try my hand at this.

I guess I'm really new at this because interest has been kinda timid. Also I have no idea how to save threads on /sup/

>>548458
>>C.) I do not trust the Dornish, but if they keep true perhaps

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>>548461
Could always post in the /qtg/, might end up with a lot more of players, or maybe not.

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>>548484

>>548489
>>548484

Thank you. When this thread is done, I'll try again and post in /qtg/

>>548458
>C.) I do not trust the Dornish, but if they keep true perhaps

>>548499
>>548468


“I might have spent my teens at the Twins, but I was born on Dornish Marches Jon. Unlike you Riverlanders, we don't know peace when the conquests and designs of kings end. There is always a border dispute, a rogue knight turned to banditry whose friends shelter him, or even just blood feud needing an answer” You say, taking a long drink of ale. Gods knew you needed it. “I don't trust the Dornish, but if they keep true perhaps. My father lived for the Seven and for war, I don't know if I've ever had the taste for either.”

“Once again, Wil, I'm sorry.” Jon said, turning back to you. As you are about to take another long drink and finish the mug, he places a gentle hand over it “It's best if you call it quits now. With the news you've just heard if you keep on, that'll be the first of many and I suspect it's all the more important that you go to King's Landing. You have uncles and cousins nearer to home looking to find an excuse steal a title your father or brothers would have wanted to go to you. Boy, finish up and go get your horses”

“But I just started eating” Daeron said, before Jon slapped on the side of the head with a wooden spoon.

“Do as your told boy. Squires serve knights, not the other way around. Your master's father and brothers just perished you brat. Hop to it before I skin your hide before Ser Wil even gets the chance.”

>A.) Nay, let the boy eat. Your still in no hurry

>B.) Nay, let the boy eat. Why not ride together Jon?

>C.) Agree, I need to make haste

>>548518
>>B.) Nay, let the boy eat. Why not ride together Jon?
Might as well starts making trade deals if we both are to be Lords of our respective Houses. Seven be goods.

>>548518
>>C.) Agree, I need to make haste

>>548525
>>548526

Looks like I might have to flip a coint

>>548518
>A.) Nay, let the boy eat. Your still in no hurry

>>548525
"Nay, let the boy eat. Why not ride together Jon? We both have business to attend to at King's Landing after all." You say, deciding to grab a bowl of whatever stew the Dancing Dragon had to offer. You were in no mood for riding, and to be quite frank, while you might barely consider him a friend, it was good to be in Jon Mallister's company.

He nodded at that, and returned to his seat. Daeron Frey looked between the two of you, before deciding it was safe to sit back down and eat.

For the next few hours Mallister and you swaped stories of lost loved ones. Jon telling stories about the time was so drunk one night, that instead of returning to sleep in his quarters, he accidentally slept with the kennel master. You shared a funny anecdote about how your mother had to lie about giving charity to former whore, claiming that she was a septa and your father falling for such an obvious lie. You also shared stories of their glories and triumphs, like your father Roland's reckless charge into breach at Sunspear in front of Daeron Targaryen or having slain a Dayne in single combat. Jon telling you a story of the time his Uncle ended a pirate threat at Stepstone and of course his own victories in the Sea of Dorne.

Soon the hours passed it was clear if you didn't ride then, you'd lose any chance of making King's Landing by nightfall. Ser Gawen and Owen Whent it seemed actually served under Jon and immediately went to get their horses when it became clear you, Daeron, and Jon Mallister planned to ride out.

As the sun began to set and the skyline of King's Landing gleamed in the distance, one of the Whents asked a question directed at you

"Ser Wil, is it true you plan to enter the Joust? I know things have changed but damn that would be sight. Those Landers' won't know what hit them."

"I think we have more important manners to attend to. Prince Daeron abhors his father's jousts anyway. His father always uses the opportunity to flaunt off his new mistresses." Ser Jon Mallister said gruffly

"Aye, but King Aegon loves them. Doing well or even just attending when impress him." Ser Gawen replied, his silver steed baying and shaking it's head.

>A.) Yes

>B.) No

>C.) Wait, the Prince and the King are at odds?

Sorry for the late response, I was looking for a tie breaker there. First post won the D3 roll.

>>548624
>>C.) Wait, the Prince and the King are at odds?
Well if you're not a crownlander or from a major House you wouldn't know about it. Not yet at least, it's sure gonna change in the next few years.

>>548636
Yeah, part of the reason I chose to start here. At this point the king is just known as a horndog and as a handsome, charming prince known for his wit and being a decent knight.

>>548624
>C.) Wait, the Prince and the King are at odds?

>>548624
>C
>B
If we just lost a bunch of resources on this failed Dornish invasion perhaps we should ensure our house is in order before we stick our head above the parapet and risk some royal making more demands of us.

“Wait the Prince and the King are at odds?” You ask. It was not uncommon for fathers and sons to squabble, especially among the nobility but it was notable. But poltical and personal disagreements happened about incidents usually...not just as a general state of being.

“I forgot you spent the Winter at the Twins.” Ser Garwen Whent started, smiling a little mischievously as he did so “I suspect you heard the stories about the king his lady friends at court correct? Well the king might and dance weave pretending it's just rumor or mummer's drama but he'll always do so with a wink at best. There is always another bastard acting his or one of his hanger on's a squire. Always a lady in waiting or maid who doesn't share a room near the queen's quarters but near his.”

“Well I can understand why Prince would personally be upset, no man would like his mother disrespected so. Still openly defeying his father weakens his own position in court does it not? Might even bring more disgrace in the long run, these problems could be brushed up more quietly.” You say, you bringing your horse to a near halt. Your father Roland was probaly rolling over in his grave, you were turning into a gossiping old hen.

“If that were it maybe.” Ser Jon Mallister said bluntly, throwing a scowl at Whent. “But that's not the end of it. If you wanted the king's favor truly Jon, you should send for your dear sister to visit you at the Tourney. Aye, I hear the rumors that she's not a maid despite being unwed, that'd lower the price a bit but the King Aegon's not picky, you'd be able to wrangle a castle out if him if you let him share her bed. This is only whispered mind you, but everyone who spends more than a month or so in King's Landing will hear it.”

“You jest” You say flabbergasted, your horse now at a complete stop. “No way a King would go as low. No way so many lords would accept such an offer...King's Landing might have dispatched all it's whores under Baelor but surely enough have returned that a woman's bed could be bought for cheaper.”

“Yes, and every almost every night he pinches his dragons and stags and settles for them no doubt. But I trust my ears and even if the rumors themselves might be hyperpole, I don't doubt that the spirit of them is true.” Ser Jon said, his blue eyes resting on yours. “Ser Wil it probaly would be best for you to enter the toureny but be careful. Your sister probaly is coming to King's Landing with your father having recently passed and wanting to meet you. You better have you or your squire keep in eye on her.”

>A.) Aye best I enter the lists. Daeron, keep an eye on my sister.

>B.) Nay, I can't abide such a King who would do that. I need to keep an eye on my sister

>C.) Aye best I do enter the lists. Would you look after her for me Jon?

>D.) My sister is grown Woman Ser Jon, besides what's the worst that can happen if the King takes a fancy to her? I get more lands?

>>548659
Either we lost ships and troups, making us a Marcher Lord with a port.

Or we lost troups as they were on the ships of some other Lord.

>>548672
>>B.) Nay, I can't abide such a King who would do that. I need to keep an eye on my sister

>>548672
>B
Unless we have a chance of winning and need the cash.

>>548683
I guess the OP will post the character sheet for Wil at some point.

>>548673
>>548683

You definitely have a chance of winning or at least putting on a good show.

Also you have a port. Your lands are just west of Oakheart territory.

>>548689
Yep


Lord Will Deschain, Age 16


Animal Handling Rank 4


Athletics Rank 4
Strength 2b

Awareness Rank 4

Cunning Rank 3

Endurance 4

Fighting Rank 5
Bludgeon 2b, Spear 1b

Language Rank 3

Persuasion Rank 3
Charm 1b

Marksmanship Rank 1

Status Rank 5

Warfare 3

Will 3


Qualities: Head of House (Free), Attractive, Berserker, Bludgeon Fighter 1

Equipment: Plate Armour, Warhammer, Courser

Intrigue Defense: Cunning + Awareness + Status= 12

Composure: Will x3 = 9

Combat Defense: Awareness + Athletics + Agility = 10 + Defensive bonus (0) – Armour Penalty (6) = 4
Health: Athletics x3 = 12

Armour Rating: 10

Weapon Damage: (Athletics Plus Powerful) 4-6

>>548690
>Oakheart territory.
Hmmm, as in House Oakheart? This would place us on the other side of the Reach, closer to the Westerlands.

I don't really mind testing Wil for a bit of personal glory but I'd rather play it safe. If the other anon wants to change his vote I'll agree with his choice.

>>548683
>>548676

"Nay, I can't abide such a King who would do that to his own wife and son. Besides I'll need to keep an eye on my sister"

"Thank the Seven, I'd enjoy be unhorsed by someone famous instead of a nobody like you" Ser Gawen Whent laughed, as he motioned his horse forward, dust trailing in the wind seeming to follow his laugh.

"Ignore that japeape I hired Wil, it's probably for the best you don't encourage King Aegon with his dedicated mockery of Iron Throne on which he sits." Ser Jon Mallister said likewise turning his head and steed towards King's Landing.

"Damn, I wanted to see you ride" Daeron moaned slightly "But I do understand Ser...I mean my lord." He too turned to a mere speck on the horizon

And to think, you came here for a fucking Joust. Now you had a father to bury, a sister whose virtue you had to protect, and had to dance and weave to protect the prickly feeling of lecher of a King and his rightfully pissed off son and heir.

>That's it for updates tonight. Will be around to ask questions. Will run again tomorrow or Sunday. Setting up a Twitter account too.

>>548726
Fuck I meant Swann. I got whose house owned Stonehelm messed up

Any thoughts on how I ran this? Any suggestions? Sorry to end it kind of early but I was at it all day today and it was only at night it picked up sorry.

>>548764
Wew, you made me worried for a while there.
Yeah the band of land between Stonehelm and Wyl would be a hotspot for a Dornish incursion. Quite a lot of big name around though, Dondarrion, Selmy, Swann on the Stormland side and maybe even Father's unlucky House he ran in that one shot.


I think you gave a bit too much exp to Wil(60 exp), unless you alloted some as "stuff happened before the quest"

>>548779
The nature of this quest means "Shit happened before the quest". I'll try to keep your characters near char gen friendly, but they'll always be a little over.

Though to be honest outside of the Five Kings character (if we get there), you'll be with Wil the longest.

>>548775
A few stuff that you forgot to correct here and there(like the dark clouds if your lucky, thunder and lighting if your not.)

You need to keep in mind that this isn't a race so don't worry if it takes you a while to bring the next batch of text.

Oh yeah, something kinda important.

HDW or nope?
Kinda strange having a Marcher Lord with a HDW but the next twenty years will be a time of relative peace until Daemon kicks off his Rebellion.

>>548784
Fair enough, I keep worrying people are going to lose their patience waiting for me.

Also HDW?

House Stats, I'll put the more detailed version on google spreadsheets later but for now

Defense: 48

Influence: 32

Lands: 45

Law: 27

Population: 16

Power: 45

Wealth: 38

>>548801
Hot Dornish Wife.

If it really takes too long, just warn the guys that you are having trouble. We forgive Soma for updating once every 6H, you don't have to worry about losing players, yet.

>>548810
Very strong House, a few good events and fairly old I assume?

>>548818
Yep.

Also HDW marrying into Dorne alliance is a good idea if your working with a Daeron and his allies even if it alienates your neighbors a good deal. Consequences are going to be a thing in this game though.

Twitter handle is @DaWokeRonin (SuperSith was taken)

I try to have the character sheet for Wil and co on google spreadsheets Sat but man is that a pain in the ass.

I completely forgot, House words for anyone who is interested

Fortune Favors Foresight

Looking forward to see this continue.

Terrible QM name though

>>548810
>those stats

Based fucking Stormlands. Law and Population levels are going to hurt our House Fortune rolls though, that's for damn sure.

Super into the Marcher Lord deal. Looking forward to you to continue this OP.

We going to get a Malroy cameo since we're hanging in the Crownlands right now?

>>549352
I did something easy and super memorable, but yeah it's bad lmao

>>549587
Yes, you will

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>>549587
We only have a -2 from the Law modifier. 16 pop is 0

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>>549587
Keep in mind, with that many lands a small town is a given, and the port that goes with it, and the market place that further enhance the port.

>>550001
Market's work differently in Out of Prosperity. They enable cool trade deal stuff, that I will build on further however.

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Any word on the google spreadsheet OP?

Thank you for writing! Enjoyed reading the quest! Looking forward to horny king falling for our sister. :)

>>554341
Yeah, I have character sheets done and I'm trying to convert them now. Pastebin for sure when the next game thread launches tomorrow, maybe i'll get the knack of google spread sheets by then

>>554341
Also that's cool.