>>2194236
“Lord Viserys” He calls out in only a slightly accented Common Tongue of Westeros “please, sit”. He beckons to the empty chair opposite the table of him.

“Magister” You nod in reply and proceed to sit down on the chair (though it resembles a throne more than and ordinary chair) carved out of bone white wood with red streaks running through it. The man’s chair, and the Cyvasse board are made of the same material as well, while the table is from dark Ebony. The Cyvasse figures are made from what you identify as ivory, and dragonbone per each of the sides respectively.

“The Lady Maegyr says that you are quite the player, care to join me for one?”
You don’t protest, feeling that you are in no position to refuse the request.
“She also said” he continues softly after the two of you arrange your terrain in silence. “that you would call on me, truth be told I had no intention on hosting the Beggar King and hearing his pleas.”
You wince at the insulting nickname and the nonchalance it is said with in your presence, but you manage to maintain your composure. Though you still feel a bit of anger rising within you as you open the game with one of your elephants, a very aggressive move.
“Yet, I hear that you are now a company captain?” He asks without moving his grey eyes from the board as he responds with his crossbows to limit the movement ability of your Elephant.
“Yes,” you respond sharply. “you are not alone in your disdain of this so-called Beggar King, Viserys Targaryen will win his Kingdoms with swords and not pleas.”
He looks up at your once again, his grey eyes catching your purple ones. “Good. You were becoming quite the spectacle, one Tyroshi Sealord even had a private farce written about you for one of our dinner parties, your part was played by a deformed, albino, dwarf.”
You blink at the man a couple of times, not quite sure how to respond, not quite sure how you want to respond. While thinking about it you misplay, and his Heavy Cavalry takes out your Light Cavalry.

“Unfortunately, however, mercenary contacts are in high demand these days, and your Sunset Striders.” He says the name in a mild mocking tune. “are quite unproven, as is their command. I’m afraid I don’t really have a spare city contract at the moment”

>>2194237
How do you respond?

>Leave the topic be, for the moment, and focus on the game. [War]

>Try to use your personal charm and the connection to your mutual friend to assure him that you can be counted on. [Persuasion]

>Bluff about the quality of the men you have hired. [Deception]

>Stand up, tell him to go fuck himself, and leave. You are the King of Westeros and will not sit here to be mocked by a glorified cheese merchant that doesn’t even intend to help you in the first place.

He is your only way to find employment in Myr, but Balaemarys, your field Spears commander, mentioned that there was a “way” for your fledgling company to find work with Tyrosh in the ongoing war.


(For more complex social exchanges where both sides will be trying to influence the other will be using the intrigue “social combat” system, however for more minor and one sided social objectives, such as this one, it’s just gonna be regular rolls)

(Deception is straight up lying through your teeth, people generally tend to react to that when(if) they find out)

>>2194238
Quick question before I vote: When you write the [War] skill do you mean [Warfare]? Just need to know before I vote.

>>2194259
Yes.

>>2194238
Thanks. Guess I'll go with warfare then. It's our highest stat. Maybe we'll impress the cheese merchant with some strategy.

>Leave the topic be, for the moment, and focus on the game. [War]

>

>>2194238
>>Leave the topic be, for the moment, and focus on the game. [War]

>>2194263

>>2194343
>>2194336
>>2194263
Gimme 5d6 against Difficulty of 15
taking the first one to roll

I'm gonna be trying out different rolling styles throughout this session to decide on what feels the best

Rolled 6, 2, 1, 2, 4 = 15 (5d6)

>>2194405

Rolled 4, 5, 2, 2, 3 = 16 (5d6)

>>2194405

Rolled 1, 1, 5, 2, 1 = 10 (5d6)

>>2194405

Rolled 2, 4, 4, 6, 4 = 20 (5d6)

>>2194405
I'll save us.

>>2194416
Writing response

“A pity.” You say, and focus your eyes on the table. The man’s soft voice fades into the background afterwards, his nonchalant insults falling flat as you advance your Rabble and prepare for your Trebuchet to clear out his Dragon once he inevitably advances. The game doesn’t take long, perhaps hardly over an hour as you both play fast and decisively.

You win. It’s a clear victory, but not, perhaps, the cleanest. The game was practically undecided until the last dozen turns where you capitalized on the misplacement of his last remaining Spearmen. Still, the man looks clearly impressed by your display of tactical ability. You have met men before who didn’t consider skill in Cyvasse to have any practical use, though you doubt someone with a game set which seems worth more than perhaps two ships would share such a sentiment.

“It seems that Jaenara truly did not lie about your ability, in Cyvasse at the very least.” He smiles at you, this time a bit more warmly than before.


>Return to the topic of mercenary contracts. [Persuasion]

>Return to the topic of mercenary contracts and embellish everything you can.[Deception]

>Stand up, thank him for the game, and leave. You will not shake hands with men think mockery is appropriate form of first meeting.

>>2194498
>Return to the topic of mercenary contracts. [Persuasion]

>>2194498
>Return to the topic of mercenary contracts. [Persuasion]

Well give him one last shot, if he doesnt stop being a dick;

>Stand up, thank him for the game, and leave. You will not shake hands with men think mockery is appropriate form of first meeting.

>>2194498
[Persuasion]

>>2194236
>not tweeting
how could you betray me this way?

>>2194524
they suspended my account right after I made it desu and I didn't want to give them my phonenumber to prove I'm not a bot

maybe should have said that last thread, sorry

>>2194510

>>2194510
>>2194512
>>2194514
>>2194539
3d6 against Difficulty of 9(down from 12 thanks to your previous roll)

1d6 per person per post, taking first 3.

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>2194553

>>2194553
also you get to up to a single "1" thanks to your Attractive quality, first to respond with a reroll counts

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>2194553

>>2194560
What?

>>2194574
Someone can roll 1d6+1 methinks.

>>2194574
>>2194579
You are able to reroll in case you get a "1", like, for example, >>2194569 here.
But only once.

>Attractive - Whenever you roll a Persuasion test, you may re-roll a number of 1s equal to half your Persuasion rank (minimum one re-roll).

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>2194553

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>2194553

You beat the difficulty. Writing response now.

“At the very least indeed. It’s a point of common contention how skill in the game translated to the field, is it not?” You begin, your display of skill filling your voice with confidence.
“It is, yes. In fact, it is the second most common argument I have with my son, he insists that the ability to move figures of stone on a board of wood is nothing akin to the ability to command men in battle.”
“It is a hard question to conclude, there really is only one way to find out, and even that’s just on a case by case basis.” You pause for a moment, and then continue. “Is there truly no work to be had in Myr?”
“Of course, there is!” He laughs, the softness of his voice abating. “For those who know the right people, and are capable, there lies a world of opportunity in this war.” He beckons with his arm and soon a slave shows up carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses that are offered to each of you.
“For start, a particular caravan has left Tyrosh for Volantis a week ago, trying to avoid the start of the war, unfortunately an imbecile colleague of mine has needlessly sped up the hostilities and already hired a band of base mercenary ilk, hardly soldiers even, to disrupt the caravan path that leads into the Crimson Shore and further to Volantis. It is important for me that this caravan passes through the area that the Mangy Dogs, and that is their chosen name, were hired to patrol unharmed.”

The work description catches you somewhat unguarded, guarding the caravans of the enemy city is hardly what you would have expected.

“Yes,” He says after seeing the look on your face. “we are at war with Tyrosh, but this caravan carries something of great value that simply has to reach my wife in Volantis without any delay.”
You nod, hardly about the decline the first bit of work you were offered in the city.
“Two hundred Golden Dragons will be payed out in your name once you deliver a signed and sealed letter from the caravan master that they have passed successfully through the endangered zone. Do this for me, and I’ll insure that your Free Company will be part of the next group of Bands to take part in a larger contract.
The company hired to attack caravans in the area should be no more than a hundred men strong, just a band of raiders, not even armed as a proper army unit.”

The rest of your conversation continues in a casual manner as you share in the Arbor wine, the taste of Westeros, no matter how small, rises your hopes for the success of your investment into the mercenary business. The man even refrains from insulting you.

You depart from the manse after a couple more hours and another game and ready your company for the march.

>>2194971
It takes you a week to catch up with the destination Caravan in the southern part of the disputed lands. The area of your march was composed mostly of minor villages, small market towns swearing fealty to Myr, various mines and gathering places, and most importantly, large latifundia where hundreds of slaves toil in farms and fields owned by the various Magisters to produce the enormous supply of food needed to sustain the giant sprawl which is each of the Nine Free Cities.

The caravan has been waiting for you at a Caravanserai, a large roadside intended for the provision of travellers and Caravanners, a messenger has reached them two days ago to instruct them about the dangers ahead and to wait for you to arrive before going forward. You greet the caravan master, a short, stocky man with his long hair and bushy beard dyed purple. Once all hesitation is washed away by your presentation of a letter from the man that hired you, the man places himself and his men under you command and you begin to plan how to proceed.
Based on all the maps and information given to you by your employers you are now stationed about a day’s ride away from the land patrolled by the Mangy dogs.

You consider your options:
>Escort the caravan with your full force throughout the entire area. This would ensure that the “enemy” wouldn’t even attempt to attack the caravan. However, it would also be the slower choice as your company is not fully mounted. Furthermore, it would be very clear to the Myr hired mercenaries that you were the ones protecting the Tyroshi caravan. You most sincerely doubt any official repercussions given that you too were hired by a Magister, but there might remain some ill feelings between you and the Mangy Dogs.

>Escort the caravan with twenty, good, men. This force, combined with the already present caravan guards should ensure that, if you do not prevent an attack altogether, you should at least defend the cargo and guarantee a complete passage. The more competent warriors your send to command the troops the better the chance of success. You should also consider joining as well, after all the best Captain leads by example.

>>2194985
>Escort the caravan with your full force throughout the entire area. This would ensure that the “enemy” wouldn’t even attempt to attack the caravan. However, it would also be the slower choice as your company is not fully mounted. Furthermore, it would be very clear to the Myr hired mercenaries that you were the ones protecting the Tyroshi caravan. You most sincerely doubt any official repercussions given that you too were hired by a Magister, but there might remain some ill feelings between you and the Mangy Dogs.

>>2194985
>>Escort the caravan with your full force throughout the entire area. This would ensure that the “enemy” wouldn’t even attempt to attack the caravan. However, it would also be the slower choice as your company is not fully mounted. Furthermore, it would be very clear to the Myr hired mercenaries that you were the ones protecting the Tyroshi caravan. You most sincerely doubt any official repercussions given that you too were hired by a Magister, but there might remain some ill feelings between you and the Mangy Dogs.

>>2194985
>>Escort the caravan with your full force throughout the entire area. This would ensure that the “enemy” wouldn’t even attempt to attack the caravan. However, it would also be the slower choice as your company is not fully mounted. Furthermore, it would be very clear to the Myr hired mercenaries that you were the ones protecting the Tyroshi caravan. You most sincerely doubt any official repercussions given that you too were hired by a Magister, but there might remain some ill feelings between you and the Mangy Dogs.

>>2194985
>Escort the caravan with your full force throughout the entire area. This would ensure that the “enemy” wouldn’t even attempt to attack the caravan. However, it would also be the slower choice as your company is not fully mounted. Furthermore, it would be very clear to the Myr hired mercenaries that you were the ones protecting the Tyroshi caravan. You most sincerely doubt any official repercussions given that you too were hired by a Magister, but there might remain some ill feelings between you and the Mangy Dogs

>>2194985

>Escort the caravan with your full force throughout the entire area. This would ensure that the “enemy” wouldn’t even attempt to attack the caravan. However, it would also be the slower choice as your company is not fully mounted. Furthermore, it would be very clear to the Myr hired mercenaries that you were the ones protecting the Tyroshi caravan. You most sincerely doubt any official repercussions given that you too were hired by a Magister, but there might remain some ill feelings between you and the Mangy Dogs.

>>2195047
>>2195037
>>2195033
>>2195003
>>2195000
It is an uneventful couple of days as you escorted the Caravan up to the edge of the Disputed Lands. The Mangy Dogs never attacked, your scouts noted that they avoided even approaching the vicinity of your marching armed force, the caravan master did lament about delays, but he did not complain about the additionally safety.

During the march, what was the event that broke the dull marching routine for you.

>You visited Alys the whore and she tried to read your future.

>You visited Alys the witch and she tried to read your future.

>You attended one of Dany's lessons under her tutor, Kegan the Maester.

>You questioned the Qohorik, Adaren, over his nightly midnight singing.

(the different Alys titles indicate the initial purpose of your visit in each choice)

>>2195082
>You questioned the Qohorik, Adaren, over his nightly midnight singing.

>>2195082
>>You attended one of Dany's lessons under her tutor, Kegan the Maester.

>>2195089

>>2195082
>You questioned the Qohorik, Adaren, over his nightly midnight singing.

>>2195082
>You visited Alys the whore and she tried to read your future.

>>2195082
>You attended one of Dany's lessons under her tutor, Kegan the Maester.

>>2195082
>You visited Alys the whore and she tried to read your future.

>>2195082
>>You attended one of Dany's lessons under her tutor, Kegan the Maester.

>You attended one of Dany's lessons under her tutor, Kegan the Maester.

>>2195082
>>You questioned the Qohorik, Adaren, over his nightly midnight singing.

>>2195082
Just want to know, are any of the overall grand conspiracies going to play into the story? Like the theory that the maesters poisoned the dragons, the order of the greenhand surviving and the
church seven secretly being an offshoot of the church of starry wisdom, thus worshipping the stranger

Votes still kinda close-ish so will let it be for the night and write stuff in the morning. We are running until Sunday, so don't let the slow pace disturb you.

>>2195201
Maybe.
But, given that I haven't even heard of two of the three you mention, most likely not desu.
I have only read the main series and the Dunc and Egg stuff, not any of the companion lore pieces about the world so the grand meta theories aren't really on my mind. I might read them in the future and take stuff I like from there and insert it into the quest, but it's hardly a guarantee. With Magic especially I like it to be uncertain and mysterious.

Some of the slightly more overt, political plots will be relevant later on tho.(with my own biased conspiracies interpreting them of course)

>>2195082
>>You attended one of Dany's lessons under her tutor, Kegan the Maester.
Lets check our family

>>2195247

>You attended one of Dany's lessons under her tutor, Kegan the Maester.

I sure hope varys doesn't try to fuck us when we start to build momentum so we don't ruin the YG plan

>>2195307
the YG plan?

>>2195307
I feel like Varys was just playing with all options available. If he sees Viserys as gaining power and respect, then I feel like he would do something behind the scenes to try and help.

>>2195347
Young Griff, Aegon son of Rhaegar Targaryean

>>2195347
Young griff

>>2195367
>>2195369
Well Varys switches horses whenever he sees it is in the best interest of his goals. If we prove to be the better alternative, he likely would begin to support us.

>>2195408
Yeah. Maybe in a few years, this company is doing well, Mopatis hires Viserys for a job. Part of the payment is three dragon eggs.

>>2195418
Just because we know better than to trade Dany to the Dothraki doesn't mean we can't still have a wedding, and with it, wedding gifts.
It is the proper Targaryen thing to do.

>>2195247
I can explain the other theories as, "The andals are full of shit". they claim that the andal warlords invented knighthood, iron, the written word, where the first blonde dudes and ran from the Valerian conquest.
to put that into perspective, the ryonar had iron first and likely taught it to them when they migrated to that area, geographically the andal kingdoms dont make sense from where andalos was. The original story goes
>They migrated to the axe, went to the west coast of essos
> made some kingdoms
> the Valerians chased them out when they crossed the south Rhoynar, which wasn't geographically close
> they went back to the axe, which was a peninsula surrounded by the shivering sea to the north
> went north and west form there,
> made a kingdom in the place that doesn't exist,
>left again for westeros
> and started taking over the vale because they feared that the Valerians,
> the Valerians allowed freedom of religion, would not let them worship their gods who they wanted to spread to the world.
the andals almost completely took over the vale but you dont see too many blonde vale lords despite them having the purest andal blood, while the lannisters had blonde hair before the andal invasion
And the faith of the 7 has some creepy elements
>most septs are dark as fuck
> the island where mothers go to give birth and often die leaving the faith to raise them
>the carriage of "Faith-full"corpses from a place that had little war involvement that aria saw
>The same carrage that came to kings landing
>The bones covering the statue of a king five stories tall that cersie noticed before she reinstated the militant branch of the faith
>the symbol of the warriors sons is a crystal sword, the only crystal swords are held by the white walkers
>The way they turned on the second Targ king
>the sheer amount of people who die from a "Bad Belly" When it's convienient

And Marwin the mage gave a warning about the maesters that was creepy as fuck, their power to control what messages the lords see, like how Stannis's maester intercepted the walls call for help and would have gone unnoticed if davos wasn't looking around

>>2195452
Could easily be a jew situation with the valerians
Also keep in mind the faith fucking hates incest, a key part of old valerian culture
We don't know much about the shivering sea because everyone that goes their gets fucking murdered
The fact that they took over the vale is indisputable, it literally happened
Theirs no counterpoint to that
You could chalk it up to martin being inconsistent
Is their an explanation for the crystal sword?

>>2195516
The jew situation doesn't make sense, they spread their religion to the first men, and no traces of the seven exist in Essos afterwords, to the point where essosi see the 7 worship as entirely westerosi throughout all the free holds, there are worshipers of the many faced god around that area though.
and it's not that the vale wasn't taken over, it's that they lied about being blonde and tall like they said they where.

On the sword part, the theory goes that the faith of the seven is a branch of the church of starry wisdom, a dawn age religion founded by the bloodstone emperor who forsake his old gods to worship a rock that fell from the stars. the church is a lovecraft reference to a church of starry wisdom that had everything in sevens. Seven chairs, seven pillars, seven sided stone that came from the heavens etc. The high septon also wears a crown with seven crystals. nothing else about the sword though.

I didn't bring up how the high septons arrived at old town, after getting permission to spread the faith, they converted a hightower, right as he had a son he died mysteriously, the high septon became the high septon and decided to raise the son despite the fact that he would have had cousins and other family members to raise him. this is around the time the Manderlys arrived in the north.

and it's not a stretch that people could build a bunch of boats to travel across the narrow sea, but going into the shivering sea? like you said no one knows what's there, it's unlikely that people who built nothing that would become even ruins after being driven out would be able to build ships that can make the journey and back.

>>2195688
The reason for their religeon not being anywhere in essos could ne explained as the valerions really, really hating the faith
They spread so deep into westeros because
A.) They burnt down the weirwoods
B.) They ruled as kings for like millenium
C.) Mass lynching of older westerosi faiths probably took place
For the branch theroy to work the andals would have had to have migrated from the jade sea to the axe then to the rhyon and back to the axe
It doesn't make logical sense on how it got to where it is

>>2195727
maestars do say they might have migrated from a place even further east, by that lake that's near the dothraki sea, as a migratory people until they came to the axe, although a preacher of the church may have come from further east, after all the church did travel far in it's years.
The Valerians allowed just about every religion in their empire, it was a sort of pride for them that advanced civilisations would allow freedom of religion. and the high septon was willing to treat with Aegon despite him being an abomination of incest, pretty much all except the second and third targ kings where tolerated for their incest when the church was at it's weakest at the time. in fact the incest thing has no mention until the targs by a primary, or secondary source before the conquest
And them spreading far isn't a part of contention, they are just retroactively altering truths about themselves due to them lying about their religion to the commoners, we hear septons say that people wouldn't understand the aspect part of the god, so they say there's seven of them. it's suspected that they're also lying about most other things.

>>2195452
one other thing I forgot to mention, they fled back to the axe while the Ryonar where still around and strong, the Valerians might not have had contact with them untill they already set up kingdoms in westeros

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>>2195772
That changes alot about the incest shit and makes their lack of power on essos make sense
Also anyone else want to start up and angevian empire equivalent

>>2195082
>>You attended one of Dany's lessons under her tutor, Kegan the Maester.

>>2195082
>>You attended one of Dany's lessons under her tutor, Kegan the Maester.
I hope people dont want incest, I'd much rather a Volantine girl for their support

>>2195860
Its the Targaryen way. You can't have a sister and just not fuck her. It's not right.

This should be enough votes, don't stop posting!

>>2195860
I certainly want incest its wrong to dilute the blood.

>>2195860
Gotta keep the pure bloodline strong anon

>>2195865
>>2195879
can we at least take multiple wives, I'd like to see that make a come back

>>2195910
that sounds like a fun way for our pure blooded kids to get murdered
We can fuck whoever but any kids will be bastards

>>2195910
Multiple wives are only allowed if they are also your sister/ aunt/ cousin. Sorry mate. Them's the breaks.

incest ruins two good marriage options we have at the moment though

>>2195910
multiple wives also leads to the dance of dragons and the golden company type situations

>>2195860
Were the true king, gotta have multiple wives including our sister.

>>2195958
our sister is a multiple wife

>>2195970
or we marry her off to secure something very important, like I don't know maybe a beachhead for attacking westeros in a few years or even to marry into dorne and receive all their help?

>>2195972
The bloodlines, man.
They have to remain pure.
Also, Targaryen tradition. If the seven didn't want us to fuck our sister, why did the Mother bless our mother with daughter?

>>2195976
It is also tradition to marry into Dorne as well. If we can get Arrianne for ourselves that would be nice. But if shack up with a volantese girl that has valyrian descent than marrying Danny off into one of the seven kingdoms could be just as usefull if not more so.

>>2195976
I kind of like the idea of telling the faith to fuck off but not going full red god
Its clear that the septons aren't the most popular lads in westeros and im sure lords will like having all narriage options open to them

>>2195988
Isn't Doran Martell betting on us marrying his daughter?

>>2195082
>You attended one of Dany's lessons under her tutor, Kegan the Maester.

>>2196095
Yes but we have no way to find that out though. Unless of course Varys does his usual thing and gets word to us some how

>>2196138
First we have to get those dragon eggs we don't know about, and hatch them through that method we also don't know about.

>>2196160
Assuming Mopatis actually had them. Though going off script on Varys may have made him change his mind on supporting Viserys.

Good morning.

Qohorik:
>>2195089
>>2195103
>>2195104
>>2195199

Dany:
>>2195097
>>2195182
>>2195191
>>2195195
>>2195260
>>2195268
>>2195839
>>2195860
>>2196099


Alys:
>>2195108
>>2195189


Family bonding time it is then.

It is a grim and dull realization that the soldier’s life is composed mostly of marching, making camp, and then marching again. Your conclusion, or rather, worrisome query is even confirmed by the two most experienced men in your camp, Innodos and Balaemarys, though each did have a peculiar take on it.
“It is a good life, orderly.” Said the Sergeant
“It is mostly dull and boring, yes, captain. But just wait for your first battle! The violent rush of it makes even a million days of marching worth it!” Said the Tiger, his eyes flashing with genuine excitement.
The Caravan escort is entirely uncontested, you just march through wheeled out roads between mines, forests, and even more latifundia. After two days you finally got the caravan master to keep quiet about delays and appreciate the safety you are providing. Soon the entire company fell into a routine devised between yourself and the Sergeant, though you did mostly just approve it.
All men wake up just past sunrise, two thirds prepare for departure, one third drills, all march, two thirds sets the camp, one third drills again. Each evening the men are regrouped as per a system that takes the Quartermaster a fair amount of time, and an untold amount of parchment to manage.
Your routine is somewhat freer, though still repetitive. You wake up, spar with Roggo while your servants pack your tent, hop on your horse, and ride along with the rest of your men, and spar some more before settling down for the night in your raised tent. It’s a good thing you hired some servants.
Today you decide to interrupt Dany’s lessons, the Maester has proven not only a valuable hire in managing the accounts of the company, but also as your sister’s personal tutor.
You excuse yourself from your Dothraki sworn sword who doesn’t seem too bothered as the moment you sheath your sword Baleamarys rises and asks for some sparring himself.

>>2196470
You find Dany and the Maester in your tent, sitting side to side on a bed with a small table with a book laid out in front of them.

“Words?” Is the first thing you hear the man asking Dany’s as you enter and drag the only chair in the tent in front of them.
“uhm, Never Resting?” The girl responds and looks up to the brown-haired man.
“Is that a question or an answer?”
“Answer!” She quickly asserts, with a minor blush.
“Good.” He bows his head when he sees your approach. “Your Grace.”
“Heraldry, again?”
Interrupting her teacher, Dany chips in with a proudly recited answer. “The Maester Holt says that it is the basis of all lordly education in Westeros.” You ruffle her hair and look to the Maester who finishes for her. “They drill it into us at the Citadel without mercy, those that don’t already know it on account of being noble at least. We could hardly serve the Lords properly if we could not tell them apart.” You shrug in response and the man turns back to Dany.
“House Volaryon?”

“Arms: Silver Seahorse on a sea of Green, Words: …, uhm, … eh,” Her eyes rise to the roof as her fingers make way to her chin, when still nothing comes out she gives you a sideways glance

>Say nothing.
>”The Old, The True, The Brave”
>”…The Brave, The True, The Old”
>Who cares? Heraldry is a topic as dull as marching, have them switch to something else lest you might as well leave.

>>2196472
>>”The Old, The True, The Brave”

>>2196472
>”The Old, The True, The Brave”

>>2196472
>”…The Brave, The True, The Old”

>>2196472
>>”…The Brave, The True, The Old”

>>2196472
>”The Old, The True, The Brave”

>>2196472
>> "The Old, The True, The Brave."
Lords of Driftmark, and a fellow house of Valyrian descent.

>>2196472
>Say nothing.
She needs to learn these things herself. If our sister is raised a dullard because we coddle her there'll be none to blame but ourselves.

>>2196609
oh damn, that's a good point.

>>2196610
Of course it is. I'm one of the voices in our head, aren't I?

>>2196479
>>2196484
>>2196543
>>2196584
>>2196609
>>2196610
Going with correct answer as even if AqIo0seH changes their vote it's still one ahead.

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“The Old, The True, The Brave” You finish for your sister. “Masters of Driftmark and Lords of the Tides, a house like ours from Valyria. They were the first to swear fealty during the Conquest and were often our masters of ships. The most famous lord of this family was –“

-“The Sea Snake!” The girl interrupts you. “He sailed nine times to Essos and made so much money that he was the richest man in Westeros.”
“Anything to add?” You turn to the Maester.
“Too much,” He smiles. “Corlys Velaryon was one of the key figures of the Dance of Dragons, which I currently lack a history to teach from about”
“Viserys read some about it, about how Vhagar and Arrax fought in a storm!”
“You posses a volume, Your Grace?”
You shake your head. “A Red Priest from Lys allowed us to read from his when we sailed to Myr, anyhow House Martell.”

“The Princes of Dorne, they are a union of Andal and Rhoynish royalty, and they allow girls to be queens as well if they are older than their brothers. Arms: A yellow spear piercing a red sun on an orange field. Words: Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken”
“Rhaegar was married to Ellia of House Martell, the sister of the current prince. House Tyrell.”

“of Highgarden, the Lords of the Reach and Wardens of the South since the Gardener Kings were burned by our ancestors during the Conquest. Arms: A golden rose on a green field, Words: For All Seasons”

“Wrong.” Joins in the Maester. “Those are the words of House Wendwater, the words of house Tyrell are Growing Strong.”
“They pretended to side with their rightful King during the Usurper’s war,” You take back the word and girl’s attention. “,but while Rhaegar died on the Trident they spent a year failing to siege down Storm’s End, and then bend the knee without fighting while their army was still strong. House Lannister?!” Anger starts creeping into your tone.

“…the Lords of Casterly Rock, the richest house of Westeros, Wardens of the West. Arms: A golden lion on a bloody field. Words: Hear me Roar.”

You nod. “They stayed out of the war until it was already lost and then they sacked the Capital. Jaime Lannister, the firstborn son of the current Lord, has broken his Kingsguard vows and murdered our father in cold blood. House Baratheon.”

“The house of the Usurper, formed by Orys Baratheon the bastard brother of Aegon the Conqueror, they were the lords of Storm’s End, before stealing the Iron Throne from us. Words: Ours is the Fury. Arms: A Black Stag on a Gold Field."

“A black crowned sta-“ The Maester begins to correct the girl absentmindedly but then he catches your glance and shuts himself.

>>2196667

>”…, …, House Hightower?”

>”A crowned stag, yes. It will be an uncrowned stag soon enough again”

>”A crowned stag, yes. A burning stag soon. I’ll have the entire fucking family put to the sword and the flame once we take back what is ours. Treacherous filth!”

>”A crowned stag, yes. It is a House with two cadet houses. The House Baratheon of Dragonstone formed by the Usurper’s brother Stannis Baratheon who was given our ancestral seat, and The House Baratheon of Storm’s End, the ancestral seat of the house is Lorded by the Usurper’s youngest brother, Renly Baratheon.”

>>2196668
>>”A crowned stag, yes. It will be an uncrowned stag soon enough again”
I hope my love for stannis the mannis weigh too heavily on my future dicisions

>>2196672
*Decisions

>>2196672

>>2196668
>>”A crowned stag, yes. It will be an uncrowned stag soon enough again”

>>2196668
>”A crowned stag, yes. It will be an uncrowned stag soon enough again”
Is what we say out loud.

>”A crowned stag, yes. A burning stag soon. I’ll have the entire fucking family put to the sword and the flame once we take back what is ours. Treacherous filth!”
Is what we think to ourselves; no need to outwardly lose our equanimity in front of li'l Danny & her tutor.

>>2196668
>”A crowned stag, yes. A burning stag soon. I’ll have the entire fucking family put to the sword and the flame once we take back what is ours. Treacherous filth!”
Worthless fat cunt

>>2196668
>>”A crowned stag, yes. It will be an uncrowned stag soon enough again”

>”…, …, House Hightower?”

>>2196668
>> ”A crowned stag, yes. It is a House with two cadet houses. The House Baratheon of Dragonstone formed by the Usurper’s brother Stannis Baratheon who was given our ancestral seat, and The House Baratheon of Storm’s End, the ancestral seat of the house is Lorded by the Usurper’s youngest brother, Renly Baratheon.”
Gotta keep it together.

>>2196668
>”A crowned stag, yes. It is a House with two cadet houses. The House Baratheon of Dragonstone formed by the Usurper’s brother Stannis Baratheon who was given our ancestral seat, and The House Baratheon of Storm’s End, the ancestral seat of the house is Lorded by the Usurper’s youngest brother, Renly Baratheon.”

>>2196698
>”A crowned stag, yes. It will be an uncrowned stag soon enough again”

>”A crowned stag, yes. It is a House with two cadet houses. The House Baratheon of Dragonstone formed by the Usurper’s brother Stannis Baratheon who was given our ancestral seat, and The House Baratheon of Storm’s End, the ancestral seat of the house is Lorded by the Usurper’s youngest brother, Renly Baratheon.”

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>>2196739


We keep it together.

“A crowned stag, yes. It will be uncrowned again soon enough. House Targaryen?”

At that Dany rolls her eyes, but responds anyhow. “The last Dragonlords of the Valyrian freehold who moved to the Castle of Dragonstone because a woman of the family dreamed of the Doom years before it occurred. Three hundred years ago Aegon the Conqueror along with his two sisters and three dragons conquered the seven kingdoms and forged the Iron Throne from the swords of his enemies. Arms: A red three headed dragon on a black background. Words: Fire and Blood.”

You cup her chin, raise her head, and look deep into her purple eyes. “We’re the Blood of the Dragon, never forget that sister, what our ancestors were, and what we by right should be as well. What I will make us again.”

The girl just smiles, and nods, her eyes filled with pride and adoration.

The rest of the evening follows in a casual educational fashion as you play the guessing game of Heraldry with almost no use for the Maester. You soon send him away to attend to his other duties and when it gets dark the two of you fall asleep in the bed wrapped in each other’s arms.

The rest of the days fall back into the standard marching rhythm, and you soon arrive at the border of the Disputed Lands, marked by the sighting of the nearby hill with a small Volantene outpost. You have the caravan master sign and seal the required paper for you and depart. You also ask him to have your thanks delivered to Jaenara, if she is in Volantis, for setting up your meeting with the Magister in the first place.


The march back is no less dull than the march there. You try to pass through the caravan tracks again, hoping for perhaps some bounty, but there is nothing, all the caravans already heard the sounds of war and decided to wait it out rather than risk being plundered or spend too much on hiring security.

Still, the promise your employer made of real war work keeps you going and motivated to reach Myr as fast as possible. You even have the men practice their forced march for a few days. Regardless, it is more than a week’s march anyhow, what event breaks your routine on the way back?

>Alys the whore tries to read your future after you make her see the stars.

>The Qohorik doesn’t wane in the steadfastness of his singing, you question him about it.

>You watch the Tiger and the Dothraki oil-wrestle. Their newfound friendly rivalry made their sparring a bit too vicious, so you had them switch contests.

>>2196923
>>Alys the whore tries to read your future after you make her see the stars.
lets see what prophecies we get.

>>2196923
>>The Qohorik doesn’t wane in the steadfastness of his singing, you question him about it.

>>2196923
>>The Qohorik doesn’t wane in the steadfastness of his singing, you question him about it.

>>2196923
>The Qohorik doesn’t wane in the steadfastness of his singing, you question him about it.

>>2196941
I saw that.

>>2196947
not the only one but is fair to give them some slack as sometimes 4chins doesnt updoot even if you have auto update on

>>2196923
>You watch the Tiger and the Dothraki oil-wrestle. Their newfound friendly rivalry made their sparring a bit too vicious, so you had them switch contests.

>>2196923
>>The Qohorik doesn’t wane in the steadfastness of his singing, you question him about it.

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>>2197006

Aderan the Qohorik it is.

>>2196923
>The Qohorik doesn’t wane in the steadfastness of his singing, you question him about it.

>>2196923
>The Qohorik doesn’t wane in the steadfastness of his singing, you question him about it.

Every night. Every, single, night since the moment you hired him the exiled Qohori nobleman has sung at midnight. He does it near the edge of the camp, and it does not last long, so it is not an immediate bother, yet still, the curiosity of the habit lingers on your mind.
The entire man is a curiosity truth be told. The armour he wears, a coat of chains in which each link is a different colour and different hue of the rainbow, is something you have never seen before. It is something that you barely even thought was possible, when you first saw it you thought that it was simply a layer of paint on top of the steel links, but after catching a glimpse of it here and there, and hearing the men talk about it, it has become clear that the colour is part of the metal itself. He never seems to take it off either.
You are unable to sleep today, and so you wander the camp as the moon is high above you. Then you hear the singing, and having nothing else to do, you follow it. It’s a bizarre tongue, it seems Valyrian, but not quite, and the tune too are alien, sometimes too high, sometimes too low, yet always pleasant. Well, insofar as something that sends shivers down your spine can be considered pleasant.
You find the man a couple meters outside of the northwestern corner of your camp, decked out in his rainbow chain and thin plate shin and arm guards, both impossibly green. His song slowly finishes some minute or two after you sit down on a nearby rock to observe him.
“Captain” He nods his head to you as he notices you when he begins to return to the camp. “You are not my first audience, but the most distinguished by far.” He gives you a wide smile, his face is full of colour. His lips full and crimson red, his long hair, which falls to his shoulders, dark and auburn, his eyes bright and golden like Amber with a fire shining through it, his teeth near shining white. He matches you in height, his cheeks are sharp and his body lithe.
“I have never heard singing like that”
“Have you ever been to Braavos, Captain?”
You nod, you spent most of your childhood there after all.
“Do you know the great house of white marble with a silvered dome on top of it?”
“…the Temple of the Moonsingers? Are you? I thought those were, what is the name –“
“Jogos Nhai? Yes, they are, for the most part. I’m not a true Moonsinger, but I know some of their ways, my wife taught me, for a while at least, before my father had her killed because he found my learning, oh how he put it, unbecoming.” He speaks always in a cheerful tone, without any falter of it at any part, he near laughs at the end even. “Anyhow, it’s the same song every night, but always in a different way -”
“What language?” You interrupt as the question has been whirling in your mind the most.
“The secret Black Tongue of Qohor” He answers without skipping a beat. “It’s a plea, it’s a way to beg the Great Goat for forgiveness.”

>Wife?
>Black Tongue?
>Forgiveness?

>>2197336
Forgiveness?

>>2197336
>Black Tongue?

Is the song anything like this, perchance? https://youtu.be/XxScTbIUvoA

>>2197336
>Wife?

>>2197336
>Wife

>>2197336
>>Black Tongue?

>>2197336
>>Black Tongue?

Wanted to do one more today, but I'm kinda tired so I'll let the votes run overnight and then write more tomorrow.

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>>2197457
Nighty-night.

>>2197336
>>Forgiveness?

>>2197336
>>Black Tongue?

>>2197336
>Forgiveness?

>>2197336
>>Forgiveness?
I want to ask about the tongue and wife too but this first

>>2198743
Yep, I feel this. When every option is damn intriguing... I'm really glad we picked this guy up.

>>2197336
>Forgiveness?

>>2198970
Same. I voted for the other 4 npcs cause I thought they sounded the most useful but he's defs the most interesting, thrilled we got him thrown in too.

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going forgiveness

I guess I'll leave the others open as well since there is curiosity and make it a more drawn out conversation, now the only trick is to not make it not feel as a videogame-tier exposition dump

“Forgiveness, did you not say that you were unrightfully cast out, that the lot was corrupted?”

“Oh, no, no no no no no no, for that, Captain, there is no forgiveness needed, only vengeance, and justice. Forgiveness I ask because I falter in my duty to the Goat.” He sits down on a rock opposite of you as he keeps talking. “She is a strict mother, if one wants to drink of her black teat she requires a daily tithe of blood.” He looks at his own, somewhat pale, uncovered underarms as he speaks, his veins defined and clearly visible. “Every day gallons of blood are spilled in the streets and temples of Qohor, blood of horses and calves and bulls, on our sacred days the blood of men as well for that is the most potent of all. For the most part it belongs to common filth, criminals, and such, but in times of need the children of noble families are chosen, offered sometimes even.”

He looks up from his arms and smiles at you again, the talk of blood sacrifice either not unnerving him in the slightest, or making him happy. “And in times of most urgent need, when the priests call for a grand symposium the blood of grown noblemen is demanded as well, a sacred lot is used. Such was to be my fate. The priests all dreamt of some dark omen, a comet with a red tail heralding a great change, a great disaster. The highest sacrifice was needed.”

He spits on the ground, the first semblance of negative emotion appearing on his visage. “Yet, the lot was corrupted indeed! The Goat would never have asked for me! I was her greatest follower amongst all the well-bred laymen, amongst all the laymen even. I have tasted more of her sweet milk than many of the priests. Besides, my father is impotent and has no other sons, his daughters are spread around the world, and the one who remains in Qohor is married to another nobleman of great greed and small faith. It’s clear, corrupt the lot, kill the heir, wait till the old man dies, take over his wealth.”

He shrugs and then shakes his head and a sliver of anger enters his voice “I do not mind, truly, the game of politics has always been played this way, but to use a sacred ritual for the purpose, that’s just blasphemy.”

“Anyhow,” he continues after half a moment’s pause “,my exiled condition does not permit me the luxury to sacrifice to her as is proper, both for lack of resources and for lack of proper ceremonial places. So,” he looks up at the moon longingly “I sing to her instead. It is not blood, but the singing has power. I hope that is enough to appease her somewhat. It is not ideal, but it is the only thing I have.”

>”What God is it that demands the blood of men? It sounds more like a Demon.”
>”The singing. You spoke of a wife that taught you?”
>”Interesting, this Black Tongue you mentioned, what is it? It sounds vaguely Valyrian.”
>How bizarre all this. “So, you are the exiled son of a rich a nobleman, what claim on the city does this give you exactly?”

>>2199503
>>”What God is it that demands the blood of men? It sounds more like a Demon.”

>>2199503
>”Interesting, this Black Tongue you mentioned, what is it? It sounds vaguely Valyrian.”

>>2199513
Supporting.

>>2199503
>”Interesting, this Black Tongue you mentioned, what is it? It sounds vaguely Valyrian.”

>>2199503
>Other
What ceremony is needed to sacrifice to your Goat? Should we be attacked will the blood you spill in battle flow to her? Can you bind the captives to be used in the same way? Or do you need some priest or sacred blade to feed her tithe?
>>”Interesting, this Black Tongue you mentioned, what is it? It sounds vaguely Valyrian.”

>>2199539
Supporting

>>2199503
>>”Interesting, this Black Tongue you mentioned, what is it? It sounds vaguely Valyrian.”

>>2199539
We have to be careful doing things like that. First its random prisoners, then its our own people when were in a bind, next thing you know, were taking a page from the show Stannis book and sacrificing our loved ones for a promised victory.

>>2199656
Please. As if Viserys would ever give up Dany for a hollow promise of victory.

Are you insane?

>>2199503
>Interesting, this Black Tongue you mentioned, what is it? It sounds vaguely Valyrian.”

>>2199656
perhaps burning all of kings landing

>>2199666
>666
hello dad

(I kinda went with a longer post covering both of the remaining questions so the remaining choices would be a bit more reactive)

“What ceremony is needed to sacrifice to your Goat? Do you need a priest? A special tool? Are the men you kill in battle a good sacrifice?”

The man shakes his head, but his face lights up at your interest in the topic, most likely an unusual happening. “In battle, no. Else the whole world would do her homage. There needs be a ritual blade of spellforged, well, Valyrian steel. That I have. The proper rites spoken in the Black Tongue, those I know as well. And a temple of black stone. These three sings of power bind the blood to the goddess. At least that’s what the books say.” He chuckles “Who can truly know for sure? Perhaps I shall buy a beast when we are next in town and slit its throat on the bare sand someday, then see if it put my dreams at ease.”

He doesn’t seem to continue, nor elaborate on the last mention, so you press on with your questions ”Interesting, this Black Tongue, what is it? It sounded vaguely Valyrian when you sung.”
“Yes, it is High Valyrian. A specific dialect of it that grew over the years with loanwords from the eastern tongues of Qarth and Asshai. At first it was merely the jargon of the first priests who did not wish the secrets of the Goat to be overheard, then, once the religious pluralism of the freehold could no longer be endured by the faithful and they left to colonize the logging camp that would become Qohor, the jargon remained, and it became the working language of the priestly mysteries while the common slang of Qohor arose from the standard Valyrian of the uninitiated.

The secret tongue is language of power, thanks to already powerful Valyrian base with added unique concepts of Qarth and Asshai makes it a language fit more than any other for prayer, and for other things ...”

“...with singing among them?”

“Yes, that too." He chuckles. "Though the songs I sing are truly more prayer than the melodies than the bards amuse the crowds with.”

“The songs that your wife taught you? The one murdered by your father? You spoke so nonchalantly about it.”

He shrugs. “It was years ago, when I first ceased to be a boy and became a grown man.” You remember from the singing up details that the man is now some eight years older than you, though he looks no less youthful than you.

“We met in Vaes Dothrak, I went there to oversee the sale of some timber and hides, they are usually shipped down the Rhoyne to the Volantene cities, but a few caravans we send east as well"

Red god is bullshit don't listen to mels lies
Old valerian gods all the way

>>2199680
"I have always had a fascination with the strange and distant, so when I saw a small group of Jogos Nhai this far west I was immediately consumed. What gifts my father gave me to offer the Khals so that they would not even show up in front of our walls I instead bestowed upon the easterners about whom I have before only heard in the marketplaces of Qohor. Amongst them was she. No less ugly than the rest of them. Short, swarthy, bow legged, completely bald, and her head pointed upwards as a result of some savage child-rearing custom. I would not even have guessed that she was a woman if not for her voice. How sweet it was! How strong! How powerful! How soft! It was all the things you heard tonight, yet a thousand times more. I fell in love the moment I heard it, and she too must have found something mesmerizing in me for soon we were spending night and day in the sheets of her strange rounded tent, that they call a Yurt. All the whores of Lys couldn’t in me fuel the lusts the voice of this barbarian woman could.”

“The love burned fast, and soon I was begging her day and night to teach me the ways of her singing, the powers of her religion, she wanted to as well, for I am certain she could feel that I was capable of it, that my blood carried the seed of power, and she loved me deeply I know, so to keep denying such a heartfelt request hurt her near as much as myself. Yet, there was a problem. Amongst the Jogos Nhai only the women are permitted to become Moonsingers. It would be blasphemy enough to teach a foreigner, make him a man on top of it” He shakes his head. “– she would never dare lest she is cast out by the divine.”
“But I would not be denied, I never was one to be denied.” He grins at you. “So, I did what the boys of Jogos Nhai in whom the power is felt are made to do, I dressed, and lived, as a woman. I became her wife as much as she was mine.”

Your raise your eyebrow, but let him continue without interruption

“Then she could deny me no longer and began to teach me. First in Vaes Dothrak, for a few months, then, once both she and her nomadic band could bear the same place no longer, I bade her take us towards Qohor. She wanted to go back east, yet she could not deny my tears. I loved her, and the distant east was something curious, yet I could not abandon the Goat, and I know that if I rode east I would never have a chance to return for the warlike nature of their plains. So, we joined some Caravan full of goods from YiTi and rode towards Qohor."

>>2199684
"I learned fast and by the time we arrived home I already could infuse the singing with power. Still, it was spectacle when we came. A prominent noble son arriving to the city dressed in YiTish silken robes and in a company of far away savages.” He laughs once again. “I did not care one bit. For I was learning great power, and what was the cost?! To wear a dress? To chew herbs which made my skin soft, and my lusts vanish? That is for the sake of power no cost at all! When we sang together in the heart of the city no man could resist the tune, half the women couldn’t either!” His eyes gleam with passion as he recounts the latter parts of the story.

“Yet,” He sighs “it was not to be. One day, some two months after we arrived to Qohor, the cockless, soulless, Unsulied forced their way into the chamber where I was staying with the Nomads, they speared all the men, and dragged the two wives into our family temple where my father slit her throat with my own fucking dagger and told me to quit the farce.” Suddenly he stomps his foot on the ground in frustration. “I cried that night, for the beauty and love that I have lost, but he ruined far more. If only he could have endured the mockery of his peers for another year or two I would have learned all that she knew of the moonsinger art! Then let him slit her throat a thousand times! Still I would mourn her deeply, but at least I would have more to remember her by...”


>”The blood of children, the blood of men, the blood of women, this Goat seems more like a Demon rather than a God with every story you tell”

>”All this endless talk of “power”, the tales of Qohor being the city of sorcerers are true then?” Said with a tone of wonder.

>”All this endless talk of “power”, the tales of Qohor being the city of sorcerers are true then?” Said with a worried tone.

>… “In any case, my condolences. Still, does this, uhm, disagreement, with your father impact your claims to his estates in the city?”

>>2199686
>The blood of children, the blood of men, the blood of women, this Goat seems more like a Demon rather than a God with every story you tell”

>>2199686
>”All this endless talk of “power”, the tales of Qohor being the city of sorcerers are true then?” Said with a tone of wonder.

>>2199686
>”All this endless talk of “power”, the tales of Qohor being the city of sorcerers are true then?” Said with a tone of wonder.

>>2199689

>>2199686
>”All this endless talk of “power”, the tales of Qohor being the city of sorcerers are true then?” Said with a tone of wonder.
Don't
Offend him

>>2199686
>killing your trap sons waifu when she was teaching him to be a wizard
come on now

>>2199686
>>”The blood of children, the blood of men, the blood of women, this Goat seems more like a Demon rather than a God with every story you tell”

>>2199686
I am starting to regret hiring this guy.He seems crazy as fuck

>>2199768
as expected of traps

>>2199768
Sure but hes a secret waifu+wizard option, bonus zero chance of dilution of the bloodline

>>2199777
no he isnt a waifu

>>2199780
Thats just like your opinion man

>>2199686
>”The blood of children, the blood of men, the blood of women, this Goat seems more like a Demon rather than a God with every story you tell”

>>2199686
>”All this endless talk of “power”, the tales of Qohor being the city of sorcerers are true then?” Said with a tone of wonder.

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>>2199686
>Trap
>Wizard
I have something like pic related in my head; how close am I?

Also, voting:
>”All this endless talk of “power”, the tales of Qohor being the city of sorcerers are true then?” Said with a tone of wonder.

>>2199686
>>”All this endless talk of “power”, the tales of Qohor being the city of sorcerers are true then?” Said with a tone of wonder.

>>2199895
I'd say he'd have less muscle tone but he has been mercing it up lately

>>2199686
>”All this endless talk of “power”, the tales of Qohor being the city of sorcerers are true then?” Said with a tone of wonder.

He shrugs once again in response. “It is not Asshai, and those with power in their blood are scattered all around the world, but in Qohor there is more avenue for practice then elsewhere in the Free Cities, so, yes, I suppose. At the very least, our God and our priests understand where power truly lies.” He stands up, looks deeply into your eyes, smiles, and then begins to walk back towards the tents. “Come visit sometimes, Captain. Ideally once you can crush three thousand Unsullied and still have enough men remaining to garrison the city, then you’ll be able to see for yourself, and from the highest mansion in the city as well!” It’s said with laughter in his voice, but you do not doubt the offer(or is it a plea perhaps?) is sincere.

You spend a couple more minutes staring at the moon, contemplating the strange exchange, and then go to sleep as well. The rest of your march is significantly more uneventful and mundane. Which, perhaps, is for the best.


On your return to Myr several days later you see the encampments in front of the gates much smaller than before, even the Golden Company is gone. It seems that the war has started in full force.

You have the men encamp and make way again to the Magister’s manse to deliver the letter confirming your success. He, again, meets you in the garden and has a slave bring you a purse heavy with golden coins once he reads the letter with an expression of glee. You play another game of Cyvasse together, he wins this time, and he informs you that Tyrosh has sent the Company of the Cat to seize the product of one of his farming plantations and a group of Free Companies is banding together to form an adequate army that could stand against the Cat on the field. Four other, of similar size to yours, have already signed the contract. The Stormcrows, The Iron Hammers, The Widowmakers and The Company of the Walrus - all young and untried bands. Together your entire force would number something over a thousand men. Your promised payment for engaging in this operation would be three hundred Golden Dragons. He gives you until tomorrow to sign and be ready to march.

>>2200053
When you return to camp, ready to get a good night’s rest and sign the paper you are approached by the Spear Company commander who enquires about the details of your future work, when you tell him he just spits on the ground. “It’s a waste of time, Viserys. Work like this barely covers what it takes to pay and replace the men, and still there is no glory in a skirmish between a couple thousand men. Besides, you’d have to fight the other Captains tooth and nail for the overall command, and if you don’t get it you are just there to watch. Bloody, fucking, waste of time.”

“and I suppose you have an alternative? The “way” you mentioned before we marched off to guard the caravan.”

“Aye, the Seconds Sons were hired to drive the Axeborn out of some amber collection site only a few days south from Myr. It’s a desperate fucking job given that both the companies are evenly matched. If the Seconds Sons weren’t broke and didn’t elect a moron w-they wouldn’t have ever taken it. It’s a golden opportunity, only by the grace of the Gods they haven’t taken the job long before we managed to return. If we follow them, we can raid their camp, kill whatever is left of them on the field, help the Axeborn escort the bounty to Tyrosh, and find some better work there. Hell, if the Axeborn are beaten hard enough we can take the entire amber haul for ourselves.”

“Didn’t you say the Seconds Sons were broke? What is there to raid in their camp then?”

“Weapons, food supplies, personal belongings, the company is broke, but the men each still have enough so that when all their throats are cut it’ll make a fair amount overall."

“Isn’t switching sides mid war looked down upon?”

He just looks for a moment with a blank expression, and then snorts. “The Golden Company is the only one I know of that never broke a contract or switched sides, others do it as often as they can get away with. The Seconds Sons have even done so on the day of battle a couple of times.”

“And how do I know that instead of setting a trap for the Seconds Sons you are not luring me into one? You were with them only until a couple of weeks ago.”

“Aye, I spent five years leading every single victorious cavalry charge the company had, and they still elect a filthy Braavosi, bastard, dog that removes me from Cavalry command out of a personal grudge. Fuck the Second Sons!”

How do you proceed:

>Take the contract with Myr and join the four other Free Companies against their campaign against the Company of the Cat

>Follow the Seconds Sons and capitalize on their weakened state and then switch sides to Tyrosh.

>>2199686
>>”The blood of children, the blood of men, the blood of women, this Goat seems more like a Demon rather than a God with every story you tell”

>>2200057
discount this, should've refreshed first. Sorry.

>>2200054
>>Take the contract with Myr and join the four other Free Companies against their campaign against the Company of the Cat
lets not switch sides and earn a reputation like that of those golden bastards

>>2200054
>Take the contract with Myr and join the four other Free Companies against their campaign against the Company of the Cat

>>2200054
>Take the contract with Myr and join the four other Free Companies against their campaign against the Company of the Cat
but we intend to lead it. I think we have the skills in command, persuasion , and personal combat to make the other Companies follow our lead. Might make some grudges along the way, but, I think that is just fine.

>>2200054
>>Take the contract with Myr and join the four other Free Companies against their campaign against the Company of the Cat

Eventually we're going to become the big shit, if we can build up a reputation for honesty and being trustworthy insofar as mercenaries go that'll help.

>>2200054
>Take the contract with Myr and join the four other Free Companies against their campaign against the Company of the Cat

>>2200054
>>Take the contract with Myr and join the four other Free Companies against their campaign against the Company of the Cat
I don't want a treasonous rep. Being the outwardly honorouble sort would pay of in the long run.

>>2200076
>>2200074
>>2200073
>>2200072
>>2200070
>>2200067
welp that was more one sided than I thought

one more choice post for tonight coming up

>>2200054
>Follow the Seconds Sons and capitalize on their weakened state and then switch sides to Tyrosh.
Who cares about our rep in Essos, this is a quicker way to strengthen our company - a quicker way to the Iron Throne

>>2200157
Rep in Essos ends up as Rep in Westeros. News spreads, and when we want land in Westeros do we want people to believe us to be oathbreakers and common sell swords, or someone who embodies the virtues of a king? I know Robert is a low bar, but that just means we can shine that much brighter.

>>2200157
>he doesn't understand that angering people who pay us might result in getting assassinated or otherwise moved against due to offending power personages

You answer him before he can retreat and give you the night to think about it. “The Golden Company is the only one that can even threaten the invasion of Westeros, I aim to be more like them, a proper, respectable, army, than just another fickly sellsword band.”

He shakes his head and a look of disappointment crosses his face. Though you suspect it’s more because of not being able to have his payback on the Second Sons rather than because of your reasoning. At least that’s what you hope. It’s better to have an officer have some questionable personal motivations than to have him question your decisions for their own worth.

You make your way towards your tent, and this time have Dany read to you instead of the other way around. You fall asleep to the sound of your younger sister practicing her Westerosi reading from some inventory details scroll Holt provided.

Before noon of the next day you are already on the march. The Sunset Striders. The Stormcrows. The Company of the Walrus. The Widowmakers, and the Iron Hammers. Altogether eleven hundred fighting men.
Three hundred cavalry of the Stormcrows, two hundred light and one hundred heavy.
Three hundred spears of the Widowmakers
A hundred spears and a hundred crossbows of your own.
A hundred axemen and a hundred archers of the Iron Hammers.
And, a hundred heavy swordsmen of the Company of the Walrus.

Not quite a proper army, but a fair Mercenary Company, well, if it was all under a single commander at least. You are expected to match the Company of the Cat in size.

You march in close vicinity and your camps too are set up nearby. With pride you observe that yours is by far the neatest and most cleanly organized, most likely the courtesy of the Camp Sergeant.
The march routine is no less dull than on the previous ones, though you are somewhat getting used to it by this time.

Today, though, your evening sparring with Roggo, which is observed and commented upon by Balaemarys, is interrupted when two dozen Stormcrows loudly march up into your camp and towards yourself, at their front is their Captain, with his medium length hair and mustache dyed in a flamboyant mix of purple and yellow, and a man from your company with his hands tied behind his back and his face beaten and bleating being pushed forward by the remaining mercenaries. You sheathe your blade and turn to face them.

>>2200191
Once they are in front of your they toss the crossbowman whose name you can’t really recall now to the ground and the Captain kicks him full force in the ribs before addressing you. “This fuck gutted one of my veteran riders over dice!” his expression and tone are pure rage. “Now, I understand you are new to this business, so let me explain how this works, blood is repaid either by gold, or by blood –

“ugh” the accused man coughs “he…was.. he was cheatin’ .. captn’…grace..”

The Stormcrows captain interrupts his address of you, turns back to the crossbowman and kicks him again. Then he shouts at the man, spit escaping his mouth with every sound. “If a man is cheating you have all the other men at the table hold him still while you search his pockets and try out his dice! You don’t fucking just cut up someone who is worth ten times more than you because you can’t handle losing whatever whore money you had left!” He spits on him one more time, this time deliberately, and turns back to you, the tone of his voice softer, but still angry, and finishes his previous line of thought.

“ – and if the fuckup in question has screwed things above his station, the issue goes to the captains. And so, here we are. What will it be then, Captain? Blood, or Gold?”


>”Gold.” [Lose 20 Gold Coins]
>”Blood.” [Let the Stormcrows take and kill the man]
>Glance at Balaemarys. It’s not the most decisive leadership action, but truth be told you really don’t know what is more appropriate in this situation.
>Tell the Stormcrows to fuck off and that you are keeping the man without paying them anything.
…
…
>”Blood … Fire and Blood” Have the fuckup burned alive in the centre of your camp. The men in the Sunset Striders are promised Knighthoods, and that comes with a certain level of behavioral expectations. [Persuasion(Intimitade)]

>>2200198
>>”Gold.” [Lose 20 Gold Coins]

>>2200198
>>”Blood … Fire and Blood” Have the fuckup burned alive in the centre of your camp. The men in the Sunset Striders are promised Knighthoods, and that comes with a certain level of behavioral expectations. [Persuasion(Intimitade)]
Its the targ way.

>>2200208
Burning our men alive both tells our men that we don't give a shit about them but also makes us look fucking insane to other people of importance. Maybe don't do this?

>>2200198
Have the Stormcrows follow us to our tent. Once firmly in our area, have our crossbowmen take them out.

>>2200217
How could this ever go wrong? Let's think about why murdering the leadership of our allies just before we go into a big battle is a retarded idea.

>>2200217
This would result in your brutal death within 2 hours at most desu anon

>>2200214
He did kill a stormcrow because his temper got the best of his. If we want these people to be knights in the future we should expect a level of decorum, and enforce it as necessary.

However,>>2200217
is stupid.

>>2200198
>”Gold.” [Lose 20 Gold Coins]

>Have the man whipped. The men in the Sunset Striders are promised Knighthoods, and that comes with a certain level of behavioral expectations.

>>2200230
I still disagree with that course of action. We want our men to be loyal to us because they like us in addition to the promise of riches & rewards. Deliberately murdering a man in an agonizing and painful way to make a point about expectations is not a good way to foster long-term loyalty.

>>2200239
I can get behind having him flogged in addition to ponying up so we don't look like we'll totally bitch out and cover for our guys any time they fuck up.

>>2200239
>>2200246
Alternatively - we could challenge the other captain to an honor duel, to first blood.

>>2200198
change
>>2200208
to >>2200239

>>2200256
That also would be pretty cool. Be a good way of making us look tough without invoking too much ire but if we're gonna do write ins we should probably stick with something instead of constantly changing our minds every few minutes.

>>2200206

>>2200260
>>2200256
I vote duel to first blood on the basis that we didn't see our man misbehaving and he's one of our men.
If we lose then they get the 20G and he's flogged
If we win they consider at an end, and we maybe flog the man for belching disrepute to our company anyway.

>>2200287
He did do it though. He admitted to it. Everyone seems to be in agreement over the facts of the matter. It just depends on if we believe he did something wrong by jumping to murder.

>>2200287
If we lose the honor duel the Stormcrows will probably take 20g and our man for the killing. Since they'll be wanting the best possible terms should we resolve things via an honor duel.

If we resolve via honor duel and win the honor duel then they get a big fucking pile of nothing but they can't claim we cheated them of anything or that it was ignobly done.

Generally with write ins in the early part of the quest try to limit them to less tense conversations or to think of them and their consequences within the context of the provided option choices. For example, >>2200239 is just a clear combination of two choices with a less drastic approach(and thus results) while the >>2200256 duel suggestion I essentially see on the interpersonal level of the "fuck off" choice since you are merely conditioning your denial of their request on the quickness of your blade and the intention is much the same, keeping both the man and the gold.

Once the quest progresses and both our independent agenda grows and overall themes and characterization get more established, feel free to go more broad with write ins.

I hope this is not too role-play limiting, but it feels like a good guideline to me.

>>2200335
Understandable run a great quest.

Given our limited options I'm sticking with paying the guy off, we don't want him resenting us and we don't want our men thinking we'll fuck them over if push comes to shove.

>>2200335
You said words and they sure did mean something.

>>2200198
>"Gold"
And then dock that guys's pay.

>>2200335
that sounds reasonable.

>>2200198

Umm... shit. Could we maybe do
>”Gold.” [Lose 20 Gold Coins]

>Have the man whipped. The men in the Sunset Striders are promised Knighthoods, and that comes with a certain level of behavioral expectations.

and also... like... dock his pay? or give him latrine duty or something?

>>2200239
This.
>Gold
>Have him whipped.

voting gonna run until I wake up

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>>2200415
Sleep tight!

>>2200287
Changing to gold and whipping then.

>>2200246
>We want our men to be loyal to us because they like us

HAHAHA

Discipline must be enforced.

>>2200198
>>”Blood … Fire and Blood” Have the fuckup burned alive in the centre of your camp. The men in the Sunset Striders are promised Knighthoods, and that comes with a certain level of behavioral expectations. [Persuasion(Intimitade)]

>>2200198
>”Blood … Fire and Blood” Have the fuckup burned alive in the centre of your camp. The men in the Sunset Striders are promised Knighthoods, and that comes with a certain level of behavioral expectations. [Persuasion(Intimitade)]

>>2200388
This

>>2200198
>”Gold.” [Lose 20 Gold Coins]
and whip the man.

>>2200388
>>2200198

This

Spare the rod lads...

Besides, 20g is a shitload to waste on some nameless mook

>>2200198
I like Fire and Blood, but we don't need to waste the words on a mook. Save that for an enemy noble or traitor.

>>2200239 instead

>>2200198
Personally, the man killed an officer and is risking infighting between the units over petty crap. Our man is a petty, hotheaded murdering scumbag. He isn't worth twenty GOLD, silver maybe but not GOLD. As his commander he is OURS to deal with however, so i say we should have him make peace with his gods execute him hear and now. It shows strength, is fair, (life for life) and conserves gold.

>”Blood for Blood.” [Draw Balaemarys and kill the man]

>>2202219
It wasn't an officer, just a veteran soldier I think.

Also; we only have about 200 men, so we can't spare any on displays of power/strength right now.

“Gold.” You say and then lead the Stormwcrows to the Quartmermaster’s tent where you have Holt pay them out a sensible due. Once the injured party is gone from you camp you go talk to Innodos and make sure that the murderer is flogged, and assigned to latrine duty for a month. There will be discipline in your ranks, fuckups must be punished at least a bit.

The purple haired Captain seemed pleased with your decision, his eyes gleamed when the Maester handed over the gold.


The next few days are calm and uneventful. You soon the reach the vicinity of the plantation the spoils of which you are hired to protect, and your scouts are able to make out the Company of the Cat in their camp half a day’s march from the hillsite here your collaged army makes camp. The very same evening a meeting of the captains is called in the extravagant commander’s tent of the Stormcrows. There are no pleasantries and you move to business the moment you are all seated round a table.

“How many of them then?” Asks the giant of a man that leads the Company of the Walrus
“No more than a thousand, based on the number of tents.” The Widowmakers Captain is a bald, wiry man with a scar across his face.
“How many of those on horse?” You interject, not wanting to be left out of the talk.
“It’s the Cat, those fucks are all spears I think for some fucked up reason.” The Iron Hammers captain, a man with rich dark hair and pure blue eyes, shakes his head as he speaks.
“Veteran spears.” Notes the bald man.
“Who cares?! The moment I’m behind them they can’t turn fast enough.” Asserts with a smile your host, the Captain of the Stormcrows.
“Just don’t go raiding their camp while we are dying on the field.” Says the Walrus.
“Fuck you.”

The back and forth banter continues for a few minutes before the question of command is brought up. The Stormcrow and Walrus speak first.

“So, who wants it then? Nobody here seems fucking stupid enough to get my riders killed, so I’m taking the field.”
“Aye, same with me.”
“It’s mine.” The tone of the Widowmaker leaves no room for negotiation, but you don’t let that stop you. “No, it’s not.”
“Eh, you are barely a man yet, what battles have you even fought in to command them?!”
“I don’t need to be a footsoldier to know how commanders win them, I have read on war more than any of you”
“Read?!” He laughs, though it is not a kind laugh. “Played a lot of Cyvasse too, yes?!”
“Fuck off.” Joins in the black-haired man, “the game is good. You two sort it out, I don’t care either.”
The scarred man ignores the other mercenary and just glares at you. “Say what you want, you are not ready for this shit, and you know it.”

>>2202265
Begin Intrigue
Walrus – DR 5 – Composure 6 – Intrigue Defense 6
Iron Hammers – DR 3 – Composure 9 – Intrigue Defense 7
Stormcrows – DR 2 – Composure 12 – Intrigue Defense 8

Viserys – DR 5 – Composure 9 – Intrigue Defense 9

(You Goal in this intrigue is to convince at least two of the three remaining Captains to support you as the commander before the Widowmakers captain intimidates you into compliance and passing over the command to him. It works much the same way as combat with Composure representing Health.

Disposition Reduction* is determined by disposition towards the given characters. For example, the Walrus Captain doesn’t particularly like the idea of some booknerd kid commanding him so his base DR is increased, while the Iron Hammers Captain holds the opposite view and so his is lowered and the Stormcrows Captain likes you for how you acted during the murderer situation and doesn’t really care about the command anyhow so his DR is severely lowered. While you dislike the Widowmakers Captain because he is ugly and seems like a twat so your own DR is increased.

For simplicity sake you will be “attacking” the three voters while the Widowmakers Captain will be “attacking" you.

As we continue forward in the quest the various options for intrigue will expand. There is more stuff and all of them can be used with deception as well, but more on that another time)

*which conveniently is the same as damage reduction


How do you try to convince them?

>Bargain. You are doing this for than just gold, agree to split your own rewards amongst the rest of them if you can lead the battle. [Persuasion. Influence(dmg) – Cunning Rank, To simulate the greedy nature of sellswords they all lose 3 from their Intrigue Defense if you use this approach, Only 150g reward for the battle]

>Convince. You are more than capable of keeping command of such a small battle thank you very much. [Persuasion. Influence(dmg) – Will Rank]

Alongside your initial vote the first two people also please roll a d6 each, this will be your initiative(dicepool is your status rank) and then the results are compared against my roll in this post to see who acts first.

Rolled 2, 1 = 3 (2d6)

>>2202266
Here's the enemy initiative. Bigger goes first as standard.

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>2202266
>Convince. You are more than capable of keeping command of such a small battle thank you very much. [Persuasion. Influence(dmg) – Will Rank]

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>2202266
>Convince. You are more than capable of keeping command of such a small battle thank you very much. [Persuasion. Influence(dmg) – Will Rank]

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>Convince. You are more than capable of keeping command of such a small battle thank you very much. [Persuasion. Influence(dmg) – Will Rank]

>>2202266
>Convince. You are more than capable of keeping command of such a small battle thank you very much. [Persuasion. Influence(dmg) – Will Rank]
If we have any knowledge at all of the widowmakers battle record exploit it
Point out all his short comings

>>2202283
>>2202280
>>2202275
>>2202271
Convince it is. And since 4 beats 3 you guys also get to act first.
So please, give me a d6 each again. I'm taking first three excluding the first "1" if such a number is rolled(as per your Attractive quality)

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>2202288

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>2202288

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>2202288

>>2202291
>>2202295
>>2202298
Nice.

Rolled 5, 2, 4 = 11 (3d6)

>>2202298
>>2202295
>>2202291
16!

Walrus - Three degrees Incredible Success - Influence: 3x3-5=4 - Remaining Composure: 2
Iron Hammers - Two degrees Great Success - Influence: 3x2-3=3 - Remaining Composure: 6
Stormcrows - Two degrees, Great Success - Influence: 3x2-2=4 - Remaining Composure: 8
(Since my updates are generally quite slow what I'll try out is do the rolling sections all together nice and relatively quick and then write a narrative with the outcome being representatives of the rolls)

Roll again for next exchange, as there seems to me enough people around it's d6 each again.

I rolled for the Widowmakers Captain, and am taking the best 2 of the three(2 Persuasion + 1 Intimidate Specialty) and am doing a base of 3 Influence.

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>2202304

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>2202304

>>2202304
9!

Viserys - Marginal Success - Influence 3x1-5 - Remaining Composure: 9

Now I realized that the guy is literally unable to damage you, since at most he can beat your defense by 3 which is not enough to count for a Great Success and therefore x2 and so he is unable to beat your DR ever? :thinking: Quality encounter design desu. Anyhow, let's chalk it up to it being the tutorial intrigue and that in the future I'll make sure that the whole intrigue setup will only happen against people who can actually slap your mental ship up.

I feel that retconning his stats is worse than just giving you guys a free win so I'm gonna say that you guys just win since these two
>>2202306
>>2202309
are enough alone to beat the composure of the Walrus and you'd need like another entire round of rolling to beat either the Stormcrow or the Iron Hammer and since there is no risk of failure I'm not gonna make you do that and instead go to writing the conclusion and the battle bit so I can post it in the evening

>>2202315
Might have played out better had we had to focus on one person at a time, while getting focused on and chipped away by the rest. In defense though, it was a really good roll.

>>2202319
>it was a really good roll
With a roll like that, you might almost think we were Destined For Command.

>>2202315
Didn't work out the way you wanted but I commend you on actually attempting to use the intrigue system.

>>2202315
Never mind; chalk it up to experience & move on now that we've tongue-wrestled three men into submission.

>>2202421
lewd

>>2199656
kys showfag, Stannis is the GOAT

>>2202447
what is GOAT ?

>>2202465
Gay Old Anus Tickler

>>2202465
See >>2199684
>yet I could not abandon the Goat

Stannis is the god of these people.

>>2202465
Greatest of all time.

>>2202465
>Greatest
>Of
>All
>Time

I think, anyway. Although >>2202470
also works.

>>2202447
Just because i know that in the show Stannis burned Shireen doesnt make me a showfag. Its just a thing that happened.

>>2202447
the guy even specifies SHOW Stannis...

Stannis best king.
Dany-Fags gtfo.

>>2202619
But anon, we are going to make Danny queen. After we marry her

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>>2202625
And in the meantime...

>>2202625
I'd rather just be a good brother and make Dany happy. Fucking your siblings tends to lead to insane, malformed children and we could probably get an actual alliance based upon how we marry.

>>2202667
>I'd rather just be a good brother and make Dany happy.
... that's the goal, isn't it? You wouldn't want to make our sweet sister think that she's not worthy to be queen, would you?

>>2202667
We have magic Targ blood. Targaryens have been incestuous for centuries and all we have to show for is is a bit of insanity.

>>2202667
>have been fucking their siblings for decades
>still pretty/handsome as fuck
The insanity is the dragon blood, not the incest

>>2202674
I'm not insane. Are you insane?

Let me spew my autistic plans for return for a bit
We need to get alot of allies, specifically anyone in pentos
If we can cut off pentosi trade with westeros it might pull bobby b/joffery into an oversea war and completely trash the economy of westeros which would lead to unrest in westeros

While littlefinger is making the debt even worse we reach out to dorne, the stormlands, and practically any targ supporter left (but not the reach,i want to fuck the reach in the ass and cut it down to size, fuck flowers they're too big) and start planning our grand return
When the war of the five kings starts, (you know it will, varys and little finger need a big ass civil war to pull of most of their plans) we get our ally aurelian waters to become master of the ships when stannis breaks off, get him to convince who ever is in charge to build a giant fleet, then betray them and take that fleet to us
We will the prepare our large host for naval invasion
When we get to to the stepstones load up on some dornish soldiers and have dorne and the stormlands start a front along the dornish marchs to pull the majority of the army away
Then slip into kingslanding with the host and take the city