>>2374870
>A) The Eldest Son of House Jostar.

>>2374870
>A) The Eldest Son of House Jostar.

>>2374870
>A) The Eldest Son of House Jostar.

>>2374870
>>A) The Eldest Son of House Jostar.

>>2374870

>A) The Eldest Son of House Jostar.

IT'S TIME

>>2374870
>A) The Eldest Son of House Jostar.

>>2374870
>>B) The Eldest Daughter of House Jostar.

>>2374870
>A) The Eldest Son of House Jostar.

>>2374870
>A) The Eldest Son of House Jostar.

>>2374870
>>>B) The Eldest Daughter of House Jostar.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Tdu4uKSZ3M

>>2374870
A) The Eldest Son of House Jostar

>>2374870
>A) The Eldest Son of House Jostar.

>>2374878
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>>2374949
>>2374973
We are a manly man, who does manly things! Writing!

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>>2374870
>B) The Eldest Daughter of House Jostar.
This is from Brother’s discord channel, and I want it to live forever in the archive.

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>>2374978
>I would have made it if I didn’t add the photo
It’s a real shame. Here is part teo!

>>2374978

You do the Chaos Gods' work boyo

>>2374977
Shame, I wanted to follow DusterMan's steps. But maybe we can find Westeros!Hitomi instead.

>>2375010
NGL, I really like DusterMan and Hitomi. So I was kinda rooting for it too, but the original idea was a male JoJo and the gender choice was a very late addition, so I suppose it worked out as it was meant to.

>>2375010

>Not wanting to follow in the foot steps of Josh Borkowski

French Narrator was a true hero

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>>2374978
>>2374989

>>2375040
He was, but his writing needed a lot of improvement. Compared to Stardust Crusaders Quest, Another Jojo's Bizarre Quest falls flat.
But Josh was very fun to play tee bee eich

>>2375052

They both have strengths, but I just prefer French's quest

>>2374870
The room is stuffy, simultaneously too cool and too warm, too small. This room, with it’s barely noticeable candlelight, is where you were tutored from a young age, schooled in everything from statecraft to medicine. You were hoping that once you became a man grown, you would never have to step inside of it again, but duty had brought you back. At least this time you weren’t the one being schooled.

“And the Lannisters?” you prompt your student. He sits in silence, as is his nature even outside his studies, before finally answering, “Lann the Clever tricked the Casterlys out of their castle. We don’t know how he did it, though.” It’s… Correct enough. Your old teacher would’ve demanded a much more thorough answer, but you swore to act nothing like him when you accepted this task.

“Good. Alright, we’ll wrap up with an easy one: What was our parent House?” Your youngest brother stares into the darkness, the same blank expression settled over his features. The silence drags on for far too long. “Jorrad…” you groan, frustration and chastisement in your tone.

“I just forgot,” Jorrad shrugs, as if it doesn’t really matter. “I ask you this every day!” you hiss, “How could you have possibly forgotten?” Jorrad doesn’t answer, and finally physically reacts by lowering his eyes to the floor. You roll your eyes and give him the answer, eager to get this over with.

>A) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the North, and Cadet House of House Karstark.”
>B) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the Riverlands, and Cadet House of House Mallister.”
>C) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the Iron Islands, and Cadet House of House Farwynd.”
>D) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the Vale, and Cadet House of House Elesham.”
>E) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the Westerlands, and Cadet House of House Falwell.”
>F) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the Crownlands, and Cadet House of House Mallery.”
>G) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the Reach, and Cadet House of House Tarly.”
>H) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the Stormlands, and Cadet House of House Dondarrion.”
>I) “House Jostar is a Minor House of Dorne, and Cadet House of House Dayne.”

I haven’t seen Jojo before. What actually happens in it?

>>2375123
>>C) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the Iron Islands, and Cadet House of House Farwynd.”
Or GoT for that matter.

>>2375119
>>A) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the North, and Cadet House of House Karstark.”

>>2375119
>C) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the Iron Islands, and Cadet House of House Farwynd.”

>>2375119
>A) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the North, and Cadet House of House Karstark.”
Northmen of Blind Guardian ayy

>>2375119

>H) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the Stormlands, and Cadet House of House Dondarrion.”

I helped with stands for this so I'm goin for it

>>2375119
>H) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the Stormlands, and Cadet House of House Dondarrion.”

We [Thunderstruck] now.

>>2375123
You're gonna need an afternoon free if you want a detailed summary.
>>2375131
That's a bit more straight forward.

Either way, you should have a decent idea of what's happening if you pay attention.

>>2375138
>A) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the North, and Cadet House of House Karstark.”
BLIND GUARDIAN!

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>>2375119
>H) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the Stormlands, and Cadet House of House Dondarrion.”

>>2375123
Generally? A bunch of dudes with superpowers go on an adventure, usually to kill some antagonist or get some macguffin or another. There’s variation, but most of them follow that formula, outside of Diamond is Unbreakable, which was the odd one out.

>>2375119
G) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the Reach, and Cadet House of House Tarly.”

>>2375123
Oh yeah, and the protagonist’s name usually abbreviated to Jojo, examples being Jonathan Joestar, Jotaro Joestar, and Jolyne Joestar, hence the “Jojo”

>>2375119
>H) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the Stormlands, and Cadet House of House Dondarrion.”

>>2375119
>H) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the Stormlands, and Cadet House of House Dondarrion.”

>>2375119
>A

>>2375138
>>2375119
Seeing as there's no way Ironlands is gonna win I'm changing my vote
>H) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the Stormlands, and Cadet House of House Dondarrion.”

>>2375119
>>A) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the North, and Cadet House of House Karstark.”

>>2375169
>Jotaro and Jolyne Joestar
Stop lying. Fake news.

>>2375119
>>I) “House Jostar is a Minor House of Dorne, and Cadet House of House Dayne.”

>>2375169
Jotaro was named Kujo you fuck

>>2375191
Never surrender! Never give up hope!

>>2375119
>>C) “House Jostar is a Minor House of the Iron Islands, and Cadet House of House Farwynd.”
Fuck it, I'll choose something that has a chance to win

>>2375214
And it has 2 votes now, goddammit.

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>>2374978
>>2374989
>>2375047
Fuck you guys, I got ninja'd
I don't like blacks

>>2375227
Vote north then, we have metal

>>2375203
That was just his middle name. His full name was Jotaro Kujo Joestar

>>2375141
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>>2375191
Stormlands it is! Give me a few to write it up for you!

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>>2375235
tell me you're joking

>>2375227

Vote Stormlands for AC/DC

>>2375235
>People actually believe this
http://jojo.wikia.com/wiki/Jotaro_Kujo

>>2375248
Oh, right. Jotaro KuJoestar.

>>2375245
>Stormlands
AC/DC is... okay.

Excuse me fore a moment while I test something「」

>>2375119
“House Jostar is a Minor House of the North, and Cadet House of House Karstark,” you drone.

“I know what region we’re in…” Jorrad pouts as he pushes himself up from the table.

“Just making sure you don’t forget, little brother.” He grumbles as he pushes open the door and disappears into the summer light. You take a deep breath as you follow him, savoring the earthy smell of home. The woods peer over the castle walls like gossips and stretch further into infinity. You’d believed the whole rest of the world was the forest in your youth, or so your mother claimed, and looking at the greenery of the Rainwood made it easy to see where you had been coming from.

You step off the padded path to cut across the courtyard, eager to speak to a few servants who weren’t busy. You could smell the rain coming again, a vicious metallic sensation that drove its way into your nose like an arrow loosed. You likened it to having a copper penny stuck in there. If rain was on its way, and it often was when you lived only a few hours South of Shipbreaker Bay, you’d need to rein in the banners. It wasn’t a critical task, but it cut down the cost of replacing them, and thrift is a virtue according to-

“My Lord!” A strong, scratchy voice stops you in your tracks and you sink slightly into the mud. You turn to spy an old man in armor bounding towards you with all the youthful vigor one would expect a lifetime of soldiering to wear away, but Anthory, Captain of the Household Guard, seemed to ignore the grasp of old age by sheer stubbornness.

“Is there something I can help you with, Captain?” you ask, a warm tone seeping into your words. He had been the one to teach you and your brothers (and your sister) how to hold a sword with easy patience that laughed away any misstep. He had been a constant in your life, practically your grandfather. “I’d think so, milord,” he huffs as he comes to a stop. He takes a moment to catch his breath before grinning a brilliant grin and stretching his arms behind him.

“I’m feeling as limber as a man your age, milord!” he gushes, further demonstrating by curling his arms to touch the back of his hands between his shoulder blades, “I’ll bet you my last helmet that today’s the day!” You can’t keep the smile back anymore. ‘The day’ had been Captain Anthory’s euphemism for an event so outlandish, you’d doubt you’d ever live to see it.

“Alright, Captain. Jorrad and I did finish up early, so I suppose I can indulge a quick spar.”

“Excellent!” he barks, and the servants and guardsmen who always took note when you and the Captain spoke leaned forward as one. You saw one of the newer hands, son of one of the cooks, you believe, whisper in his companion’s ear before being rebuffed. No one was going to take bets on such a sure outcome. By the time your eyes wandered back to Anthory, the old man had drawn both his blade and his smirk.

(CONTINUED)

>>2375581
“Ready, JoJo?” he asked, dropping decorum for just a moment to tease you with a childhood nickname. You nod your assent and cross your arms, legs straight.

“Right! Today’s the day, my Lord! I’ll finally beat that ghost of yours!”

He called it a ghost, but he knew its kind: Stands. The secret of the Jostar family’s permanence in the Stormlands despite their inconsequential size and the province’s frequent conflicts. Almost all of these beings are invisible to those who lack the power themselves but are capable of feats that would put even the legendary Symeon Star-Eyes to shame. The Stands can take nearly any form, but their appearance and abilities are informed by the mind that spawned them. You take a deep breath and mentally grasps the familiar presence, before expelling it into the world around you with a cry of its name:

(CONTINUED)

>>2375592
>A) “「Thunderstruck!」”

「Thunderstruck」is a Stand with a humanoid appearance, tinted with red and blue patterns which alternate along the vertical axis of its body. The entity lacks a mouth and nose but does have golden, metallic, unblinking eyes. On the palm of each hand is a bulbous growth, one red and one blue on the left and right hands respectively.「Thunderstruck’s」ability is one to create lightning whenever these growths are aimed towards one another. In addition, it can press the growth into a surface, and wherever it touched will also begin to function as a “strike point” for the lightning.

「Thunderstruck」is the Stand of an authoritative figure, a man used to being in charge. Despite this position, one where many men would find themselves comfortable enough to abuse those beneath them, the user acts as an inspiring presence. They can be comforting, frightening, or overbearing, but the one thing they can never be is invisible.

>B) “「Hells Bells!」”

「Hells Bells」manifests as three iron balls with ornamentation carved in relief. The images scrawled upon the iron is abstract in design, and seem to have no noticeable meaning beyond the implication of a rippling effect.「Hells Bells」can work in conjunction to manipulate sounds, generating, muting, or warping everything from the sound of a sword drawn against sheathe or the voice of a loved one.

「Hells Bells」is the Stand of a manipulator. The user works in the background, both on the battlefield as a commander, and in the court and a nameless influence. Their aims are unknowable to those who merely skim the surface of their actions, but those who are willing to chase the pattern of events spurned by the user’s influence will often find a much less sinister outcome than their methods suggest. The user of「Hells Bells」is a surprising individual, but it is important to remember in this cynical time that not all surprises are bad.

(CONTINUED)

>>2375605

>C) “「T.N.T.!」”

「T.N.T.」resembles an effigy of a burning man post-burning. Soot and ash seem to cover it, but on closer inspection, one may notice that the black aftereffects of a fire meld seamlessly with the red, angry flesh which occasionally pokes through. The entire Stand is shrouded in smoke and vapor, which makes determine its size to an exact number difficult.「T.N.T.’s」ability allows it to melt and boil solid and liquid materials at an incredible rate. Solid stone can become mush beneath the feet, and walls are mere suggestions. The implications of what this Stand would do to a man are unstudied but presumably gruesome.

「T.N.T.」is the Stand of a serious individual who does not take threats lightly. They seem without humor, and on their good days, entirely focused on the pursuit of abstract justice. The user of「T.N.T.」is a hard man to get along with, but no one can swear honestly that they are not a good man.

>D) “「War Machine!」”

「War Machine」appears to be a small, silver metallic carriage which would barely have room for a newborn calf. Should「War Machine」enter battle, however, the doors of the carriage are opened and a more conventional, humanoid upper body forms with the carriage supposing itself as the legs.「War Machine」has the ability to induce blind, homicidal rages in any one man and direct such urges in any direction of the users choosing. Once the object of the rage is broken(or, in cases of living targets, dead), the spell is lifted and「War Machine」seems to have difficulty reintroducing its magic.

「War Machine」is the Stand of a practical, immoral person. One willing to let those who believe they are his friends to fall in his place. If the user’s goals are noble, they will know these sacrifices are done for a greater purpose, but if they are not, then the manipulation itself may prove just as satisfying as the end result. Either way, they are a dangerous man to cross, even without the power of a Stand.

So, I mistyped. It's SUPPOSED to say “House Jostar is a Minor House of the Stormlands, and Cadet House of House Dondarrion,” in the first part of that post.

To explain, I was really bored while I was waiting to start, so I pre-wrote most of all the options for the past vote and a lot of it is copy/pasted. I forgot to delete that one for the Stormlands, I suppose.

Just mentally edit that so that JoJo said the right parent House and province.

>>2375605
>A) “「Thunderstruck!」”

>C) “「T.N.T.!」”
Hell yea. Living siege weapon.

>>2375605
>A) “「Thunderstruck!」”
Oof, this is the only good one, rest are trash.

>>2375605
>>A) “「Thunderstruck!」”

>>2375605
>B) “「Hells Bells!」”
Political Dramas and shit

>>2375605
>>2375614

>A) “「Thunderstruck!」”

>>2375648

Hold up now I helped Brother make these stands you shit, so you treat these with some fucking respect you hear?

>>2375605
>A) “「Thunderstruck!」”
Like any Joestar, we must be a born leader!

>>2375605
>A) “「Thunderstruck!」”
Don't agree that the rest are trash but I like this one the most.

>>2375614
How many growths can you place elsewhere? I'm wondering if you could place a bunch and bounce lightning like in a mirror. Imagine placing a bunch in like, a wheel. We'd have sick rims on our wagons.

>>2375605
>>A) “「Thunderstruck!」”

>>2375605
>>B) “「Hells Bells!」”

>>2375605
>A) “「Thunderstruck!」”
Yeah, sure, why not

Would still preferred Blind Guardian stands

>>2375693
To quickly clarify - This is an in-character Maester-tier assessment of the power. What's actually happening is that the palms of「Thunderstruck's」hands are so ionized that lightning will CONSTANTLY form between them, and just a touch drains or add electrons so effectively and rapidly that that point is also super ionized, and will create lightning between oppositely charged points, not even necessarily the hands.

And you can place as many as you want, but they are limited by range and only last a few minutes. Plus, you can just "dismiss" them if you don't plan on leaving.

>>2375648
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>>2375683
I’m sorry, I’m in a bad mood and went too far. I think they aren’t as useful as thunderstruck both in and out of battle. Yeah, hells bells could work great in social situations, but I don’t see how it could be useful in punch-ghost fights. War Machine can be useful for getting rid of some enemys, but it seems like it can only be used one from the “seems to have difficulty reintroducing its magic,” part. Tnt is just overpowere in my opinion and would be easymode. Lightning manipulation is versitle with out being over board, again in my opinion. Sorry if I upset you.

>>2375633
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>>2375721
「Thunderstruck」is our Stand! Now, just for posterity's sake, here's the Stand Statistics I gave it.

Destructive Power: A
Speed: B
Range: D
Durability: A
Precision: D

And potential is a stat literally measuring how creative we can get, so I'm not bothering with it.

From here on out, Stand rolls will work on this system:

A Rank Checks: 3d20, take the highest
B Rank Checks: 2d20, take the highest
C Rank Checks: 1d20
D Rank Checks: 2d20, take the lowest
E Rank Checks: 3d20, take the lowest

All Stands will have ranks, but yours is the only one you'll know before having to deal with them.

Alright, all done explaining. Writing!
>>2375769
Don't worry about it, sometimes you kick the hornet's nest. It's not like they'll crucify you over it.

>>2375769

Ah don't worry about it, just relax, unwind, and let's see what happens first incest or dog killing

>>2375856
Why not both?

>>2375864

Hmmm, I'm trying to think of a scenario where dog murder and incest are combined

>>2375592
“「Thunderstruck!」”

You feel a weightlessness pull on your shirt collar for a moment as your Stand manifests over your shoulder. The gaunt, pale form rests its head on your shoulders as it waits for a command. Anthory can’t see that, of course, but in the few occasions when you sparred with your father, he described it as “uncomfortable to watch.”

“Alright, boy, come at me!” Anthory barks, casting his eyes around for any sign of「Thunderstruck’s」approach. In the name of sportsmanship, you send your Stand towards him with a walk rather than the spectral floating it was capable of. Anthory may have a fixation on beating your Stand, but he’s been Captain for so long for a reason. He spots the depressing mud near instantly, but doesn’t charge. He knows that to make the first move puts「Thunderstruck」at an advantage.

You continue your invisible march, and as soon as「Thunderstruck」is within his sword’s swinging distance, he lunges out of a lower guard. Impressive, as most men wouldn’t have been able to raise their swords fast enough to manage that feint, but「Thunderstruck」was faster than any man.

>Roll Speed, 1d20, best of Two.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2375921

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2375921

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>2375921

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>2375921

>>2375939
damnit.

>>2375932
16! Writing!
>>2375939
Just so you know, criticals in this quest will have Positive Priority. So, a 20 beats a 1, but a 1 beats anything else. That only counts within the counted rolls, though, so it's still a 16.

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Someone pointed this out to me, so I made it in photoshop real quick. I present: JoJo and his Stand, [Thunderstruck].

>>2375826
Huh, I always assumed Potential was a measure of the Stand's ability to improve beyond it's current form.

>>2376060
It's a measure of how much more a person can discover with their Stand. [Star Platinum] starts with an A, because Jotaro knows nothing baout it, but has an E pretty much right after Jotaro figures out time stop, and at no point does [Star Platinum] change forms. So, I take it as more a measurement of the user than the Stand, and since you guys control JoJo, it felt unfair to slap a number (or letter, I suppose) on that.

>>2376081
Ah, that makes more sense.

>>2376030
Does Pepsi count as electricity?

>>2376217
No, but [Thunderstruck] kinda looks like that. Just more white and a little more red.

>>2375921
The tip of the sword is close enough for the connection between you and your stand to translate the cool air around the steel. You can feel it around your neck.「Thunderstruck」sidesteps the thrust in the blink of an eye, and the cool feeling is gone. Your Stand twists with its movement and winds up for a punishing blow to Anthory’s spine before pulling the punch and lightly tapping the back of his armor. The clang rings out throughout the courtyard, drawing a few scattered cheers and laughs from the servants around you. They quickly return to their duties, most wearing small smiles and a few with wide eyes.

“Seven Hells!” Anthroy curses under his breath, but his brief mask of frustration falls as you approach. “Thought I had you that time, boy!” he chuckles, wagging a finger at you.

“You’re going to have to get a whole lot younger first, Anthory,” you tell him from behind your grin. You didn’t lack for men to relax around, the Jostars had always had a more lax relationship with their servants than most nobles, due to the necessity of those servants keeping the oddities of the House a secret, but Anthory had a special place in your heart.

The old man brushes you off with a playful huff and vows that next time,「Thunderstruck」would be crying to the Maester. You sidestep around explaining that your Stand is incapable of crying or running anywhere without you telling it to. With the fun of the day over, you strut towards the servant quarters for someone to reel in the banners for the storm.

(CONTINUED)

>>2376273
The thunder roars throughout the stone walls of the keep, but no one pays it any mind. A Stormlander could sleep through a drizzle like this from their second year onward, and indeed, that’s what most are doing. The hour is late, and had you any say in the matter, you would be in your chambers ignoring the rain right alongside everyone else, but your mother had other plans. The Lady Jostar was a flighty and worried woman, despite her kind and gentle hand, and when she could not find her only daughter, she came to you to track down the wayward sister.

Naturally, no son can refuse a mother near tears, but he can mutter curses under his breath to echo through the halls as he does what she asks. Joslin couldn’t have left the keep, even she wasn’t so boisterous that she sought to challenge the storm for the title of the loudest outdoorsman. That left a rapidly dwindling list of places she could be, and the near to last place you had looked was… The first place you should have. The Armory. Staffed by one lonely man at all times, it was a prime target for your sister’s… Interests.

You push your way inside to spy the man on duty, a simpleton you recognize as Bodrin on a chair and your sister kneeling near the shield rack, sharing a quiet conversation. Upon your entrance, Bodrin stood at attention, nearly knocking his helmet off with the jerk, and gave you a huge smile and a deep bow. Too deep, really, but it was Bodrin. “Good-evenin', milord!” he chimed, enthusiasm not at all washed at having been caught alone with a noble lady.

“Bodrin,” you greet, but your eyes are firmly set on your sister. Joslin slowly rises from the floor with a grin. “JoJo! What are you doing up so late?” she asks, the concern in her voice doing nothing to hide her cheeky smile. Before you can answer, you’re interrupted by the guard.

“Sleep is important, milord. S’why Captain Anthory said I could take naps all day, so I could get through tonight alright,” Bodrin adds needlessly, without dropping his happy smile. You give him a thin-lipped one in return. The poor man has no idea he’s being played with, and it makes it hard to be angry with him.

“I’ll do that, Bodrin,” you promise, “but I’ve got a responsibility to see to it that my little siblings get as much sleep as they need.” You gently, yet firmly place a hand on Joslin’s shoulder and lead her out of the room, throwing a wave over your shoulder at Bodrin as you go. Now, what to do about your sister…

(CONTINUED)

>>2376278
“You were trying to seduce the man on duty again?” you presume, to the protest of Joslin’s indignant huff.

“I was not!” she lied.

“You know that every man in this castle, and practically every man in town is either under orders to keep away from you or has enough common sense not to let you lead them on,” you point out. That earns you another huff from your virginal, despite her best efforts, sister. “You’re just lucky it was the only guard too dumb to understand what you were doing,” you continue, “or you would’ve been led back to your chambers hours ago.” You let out a sigh of your own before taking into consideration how you should proceed.

>A) Take it easy on her. “I’m not asking for much, Joslin. Just a little self-control.”
>B) Let her know how disappointed you are. “This sort of behavior, it just… It makes me wonder where I went wrong? Where our parents went wrong?”
>C) Chew her out. “I’m not going to stand by and let you throw yourself at anything with a pulse, Joslin. If you’re not going to be responsible, then I’ll be responsible for you!”
>D) Blow it off, but stress consequences. “Look, personally, I don’t care what you do, but father would have me lashed if you got caught, uh, 'in the act.'”

>>2376282
>A) Take it easy on her. “I’m not asking for much, Joslin. Just a little self-control.”

>>2376282
>>A) Take it easy on her. “I’m not asking for much, Joslin. Just a little self-control.”

>>2376282

>A) Take it easy on her. “I’m not asking for much, Joslin. Just a little self-control.”

>>2376282
>D) Blow it off, but stress consequences. “Look, personally, I don’t care what you do, but father would have me lashed if you got caught, uh, 'in the act.'”

>>2376282
>>A) Take it easy on her. “I’m not asking for much, Joslin. Just a little self-control.”

>>2376282
>C) Chew her out. “I’m not going to stand by and let you throw yourself at anything with a pulse, Joslin. If you’re not going to be responsible, then I’ll be responsible for you!”

>>2376282
B) Let her know how disappointed you are. “This sort of behavior, it just… It makes me wonder where I went wrong? Where our parents went wrong?”

>>2376282
>B) Let her know how disappointed you are. “This sort of behavior, it just… It makes me wonder where I went wrong? Where our parents went wrong?”
She needs to get betrothed quick before she gets knocked up by someone without a last name.

>>2376282
>B) Let her know how disappointed you are. “This sort of behavior, it just… It makes me wonder where I went wrong? Where our parents went wrong?”

>>2376282
>>A) Take it easy on her. “I’m not asking for much, Joslin. Just a little self-control.”

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>>2376307
>>2376317
A gentle but firm hand may guide her on the right path. But you are gonna have to roll for it! 1d100, best of three, which we'll be using for non-Stand rolls.

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>2376373

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>2376373

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>2376373

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>2376373
Acidsilver! I summon you to give me a nat one!

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>2376373

Alright then

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>2376373

>>2376378
63 is our roll! Writing!

>>2376282
The protest Joslin was building up for dies at your gentle reprimand. Instead, she looks down and refuses to meet your eyes. You bend over a little, just enough to see her face again, and ask, “Can you do that?”

“Yes…” she mutters. You’ve got your promise, so for now, you’ll pretend that nothing ever happened. You offer your arm and lead her back to her room before wishing her pleasant dreams and retiring yourself. She just insists on being a handful, no matter what it is. Before she discovered men, she insisted she’d be the best archer in the Stormlands, and no amount of needling that a truly great archer wouldn’t use their Stand to aim for them would dissuade her. You’ll just have to hope that she marries a man who can calm that particular obsession on his own, as well as treat her the way all brothers wish their sisters treated.

You let thoughts of Joslin and her future slip away as you finally turn in for the night.

------

Few things went out of their way to bother a Noble House so small as yours, and as a result, you faced little in the way of banditry or skirmishing. Still, there were always some things that a House could avoid for only so long. This morning, a guard from the town your father lorded over approached with an accused and an accuser to accompany her. Unfortunately for the wronged party, whichever of them it may be, your father had secluded himself to see to urgent business. As the heir, this left you as the authority to preside over the injustice, which was unfortunate for you. You had precious little experience with the justicar’s task.

Still, you heard their cases all the same. The accused, a woman clad in only fabric that had been roughly sewn into a covering garment, claimed she had been robbed and left for dead on the property of the accuser, an innkeeper who claimed she had not only trespassed his property and business by sleeping on his land for free but also stole several morsels during her stay which lasted much longer than the woman implied.

You do your best not to lounge in your father’s chair as you mull it over. It seemed like a case of one word against another, with neither side having definite proof of their claim.

>A) Find in favor of the woman, and demand the innkeeper apologize for his insults to her character.
>B) Find in favor of the innkeeper and have the woman arrested for theft and trespassing.
>C) Investigate further. There must be some scrap of what really happened at the inn in question.

>>2376502
C) Investigate further. There must be some scrap of what really happened at the inn in question.

>>2376502
>C) Investigate further. There must be some scrap of what really happened at the inn in question.

>>2376502
>C) Investigate further. There must be some scrap of what really happened at the inn in question.
This is what happens in jojo. Hands on investigations

>>2376502
>C) Investigate further. There must be some scrap of what really happened at the inn in question.
It's only fair.

>>2376502

>C) Investigate further. There must be some scrap of what really happened at the inn in question.

I have a feeling these two are stand users

>>2376502
>>C) Investigate further. There must be some scrap of what really happened at the inn in question.

>>2376505
>>2376507
>>2376512
green master race

>>2376502
>C) Investigate further. There must be some scrap of what really happened at the inn in question.

>>2376502
>C) Investigate further. There must be some scrap of what really happened at the inn in question.
Data! Data! We cannot make bricks without clay

>>2376539
I donno, you could make some if you had lime and some sand

>>2376544
It's a Sherlock Holmes reference...

>>2376502
>C) Investigate further. There must be some scrap of what really happened at the inn in question.

>>2376505
>>2376507
>>2376512
>>2376514
>>2376515
>>2376517
>>2376524
>>2376539
>>2376576
Roll to investigate, 1d100, best of three!

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>2376584

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>2376584

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>2376584

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>2376584

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>2376584

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>2376584

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>2376584

>>2376586
Damn. Okay. You investigated the FUCK out of this inn.

>>2376586
We got our clay

>>2376598
turns out the Woman is innocent, a farmer has been cheating on his wife at this inn,and the inn keeper was short 3 dragons for his taxes this year.

Also one of the inn's beams is rotting

>>2376607
>smallfolk was short 3 gold dragons
That would earn him an execution, no joke.

>>2376586
Seems like I'll have to carry the quest huh?

>>2376621

Or wait on me, I've had great rolls but they've gotten cockblocked

>>2376502
The inn is almost on the edge of the town, with only a field and a fence to separate it from the surrounding woods. The two conflicting parties have been dragged out with you to ensure neither of them attempts to run from punishment or change something about the scene under the watchful eyes of their guards. You begin by looking at the place where the woman was found.

A small patch of dirt, bare of grass despite the field around it, is seated on the western side of the inn. It was here the woman was caught, unconscious and naked, in the dirt. You kneel beside the bare patch and stare intently at the scene before something catches your eye. You pluck a single blade of grass from the edge of the dirt patch, and note an extremely small amount of it has been burnt, near invisible to a man standing his full height. A quick double check confirms the entirety of the grass directly around the patch of dirt is similarly scorched, and only the sheer number of tiny blackened edges allowed you to catch the detail. What could’ve started a fire so precise that even the innkeeper was unaware of it? He had made no mention of a fire, and the wall beside the patch was untouched.

You comb the area a little longer before determining there to be nothing of interest in the spot. Instead, you walk towards the open field. If any bandits had dropped the woman off, their horses would have ridden through here. There is not a single hoof or boot print in the mud, despite the torrent that came the night the woman said they were here. The only other place these bandits could’ve ridden from is from the town itself, which finally confirms one thing: There were no bandits.

Despite the evidence, you continue. A complete picture is necessary if you are to render fair judgment. Inside the inn itself, there are only five rooms. A kitchen, a main room where patrons ate and drank, two rooms for guests, and one room for the innkeeper and his wife. The most likely hiding spot for a brigand, the kitchen, was simply not possible: The stores in which the food were keep were stuffed with food. Even emptied, Jorrad would have struggled to fit inside one of the crates, and the accused woman was nearly your height. The inn’s cellar was a flat room with not but drink to hide behind, and the innkeeper’s wife swore she checked it every night for this exact reason. She certainly wasn’t living under the floorboards, so that gave you’re second fact: The woman did not stay here, and given you found no discarded bones or seeds as you combed over the inn and the surrounding area, there’s no proof she stole anything either.

(CONTINUED)

>>2376668
So, what does it all mean?

>A) You simply must have missed the woman’s hiding place. The lack of bandit tracks is proof she’s lying.
>B) The bandits must have approached from another angle, or perhaps even on foot. The lack of hiding places is proof the innkeeper is lying.
>C) They’re both lying. The events as portrayed are simply impossible as shown by the evidence. They’re both hiding something from you.

>>2376674
>C) They’re both lying. The events as portrayed are simply impossible as shown by the evidence. They’re both hiding something from you.
Separate and interrogate. Find the truth.

>>2376674
>>C) They’re both lying. The events as portrayed are simply impossible as shown by the evidence. They’re both hiding something from you.

>>2376668
>C) They’re both lying. The events as portrayed are simply impossible as shown by the evidence. They’re both hiding something from you.

>>2376674
>C) They’re both lying. The events as portrayed are simply impossible as shown by the evidence. They’re both hiding something from you.

>>2376674
>C) They’re both lying. The events as portrayed are simply impossible as shown by the evidence. They’re both hiding something from you.

>>2376674
>C) They’re both lying. The events as portrayed are simply impossible as shown by the evidence. They’re both hiding something from you.

>>2376674


>C) They’re both lying. The events as portrayed are simply impossible as shown by the evidence. They’re both hiding something from you.

>>2376674
So let’s go over the evidence.
>burned grass
>very precise burns, near unnoticeable (stand?)
>wall unaffected, so it doesn’t burn stone
>the woman had no clothes (maybe they were burned away with the grass)
>no prints means no horses means no robbers or unconventional travel (air, trees, teleportation)
>why lie about her stealing? (Stole something other than food, something important to stands? Just wants to scam the royals?)
>A teleportation stand could have burned the grass if the circle of land is from somewhere else, and the grass was clipped in travel, but the wall was unaffected
Maybe the stand (whatever it does) only affects organic matter? (Like the grass and the woman’s clothes((maybe wool or straw)) but why not the woman herself?)

>>2376681
>>2376683
>>2376684
>>2376686
>>2376688
>>2376690
>>2376717
You've got a whole image of what happened, but you still don't understand what you're looking at. If you're going to understand what's happening, you'll have to talk to...

>A) The innkeeper.
>B) The woman.
>C) The innkeeper's wife.

>>2376742
>C) The innkeeper's wife.
We have two storys and three witness, let’s go to the one that hasn’t told us her full side yet. We can try to get her to tell us what her husband won’t.

>>2376742
>C) The innkeeper's wife.
Bitch might know something

>>2376742
>>C) The innkeeper's wife.

>>2376742
>C) The innkeeper's wife.

>>2376742
>C) The innkeeper's wife.
Starting with her seems good.

>>2376742
>C) The innkeeper's wife.

>>2376742
>C
Time for the third perspective

>>2376742

>C) The innkeeper's wife.

>>2376750
>>2376751
>>2376755
>>2376756
>>2376758
>>2376761
>>2376808
The inn, empty as it is for you to look over, makes as good as any other place to question the poor woman. Her eyes a bright and wide, and her hands shake slightly. She understands that you're not happy, and whatever gall her husband had to misrepresent the truth to his liege lords, she clearly lacks.

"Tell me what you saw last night," you tell her, in a gravely calm tone of voice.

"It... It wasn't anything happening last night, milord. We closed the inn, same as we do so every night... Then the storm rolled in, and we went to bed."

"Did you hear anything afterwards?" you question, "Hoof steps, or men speaking to one another?" To your frustration, the woman shakes he head.

"The rain was drowning it all out, if it happened, milord. It was a terribly loud rain. Was so loud, even, that you couldn't hear the thunder for the rain!" Something catches on your mind, so you double check.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, well, lightning struck nearby here, milord. Bright and awful, so bright I thought for a moment the sun had rose again. But there weren't thunder behind it. No thunder ever came from that lightning." Lightning which strikes without thunder? You had a sudden suspicion.

"Do you remember the shadows that were cast," you ask, "which way they leaned?" It takes her a moment of thought, and reorinting herself in her bedroom to make certain, but eventually, she tells you that the shadows were being cast from the western windows. Exactly the same side where the woman was found.

You thank her for her time, and leave the inn.

>A) Now for the innkeeper.
>B) Now for the woman.
>C) You think you know what happened...

>>2376820
B) Now for the woman.

>>2376820
>B) Now for the woman.

>>2376820
>>B) Now for the woman.

>>2376820

>B) Now for the woman.

Hm, could be another electricity based stand

>>2376820
>B) Now for the woman.
So the woman did appear in a flash!
Let’s interview the woman, make the husband think we’re on to her for now, it could make him less stressed when we start to interview him.

>>2376836

Maybe she's a terminator

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>>2376849
>terminator/jojo/asoiaf crossover

>>2376857
For a brief moment during planning there was talk about throwing ponies in and doing this on /mlp/

>>2376868
There was not. You guys brought it up to make fun of the crossover.

>>2376822
>>2376824
>>2376827
>>2376829
>>2376836
Whoops, my timer slipped. Roll me a pursuasion check to see what you can weasel out of her! 1d100, best of three!

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>2376883

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>2376883

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>2376883

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>2376883

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>2376883

>>2376885
Nice!

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>2376883
missed rolling but lets see what I coulda got

>>2376888
Goddammit...

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>2376883

My roll could've done this

>>2376888

JUST

>>2376885
Close,
>>2376888
but not close enough. At least we’re still P.I. Jo

>>2376885
Well... You got a 91, at least. Writing!

>>2376888
>>2376898
Wait, holy fuck that was me? I didn’t even pray to Acid to reverse psychology the dice gods!

>>2376903
>I didn’t even pray to Acid to reverse psychology the dice gods!
Which is probably why it doesn't count.

>>2376820
The woman is still standing with her guard, who confirms she hasn’t left his side. After she gives you a raised brow for speaking to the guard first, she offers a small smile. She seems graceful and well mannered, despite standing barefoot in the mud wearing nothing but the tattered, repurposed remains of a flour sack. “My Lord,” she hums, punctuating it with a better curtsy in her sack than you’d ever seen Joslin manage in her finest. Who in the Seven Hells is this woman?

“What is your name? It was never stated in the hearing,” you point out. Her smiles shifts, becoming wider and seemingly open as she answers, “My name is Eyla, my Lord.” You raise an eyebrow and wait a moment before asking, “No last name?”

“None, my Lord. I am simply Eyla.” A smallfolk woman with the manners of a noble. You certainly weren’t born yesterday. Whatever she is, she’s more than “simply Eyla.”

“You claim to have been robbed and abandoned at this inn? What did they take from you?” Eyla’s ever-present smile becomes a smirk and she gestures to her sack.

“There’s the obvious, my Lord, but they also took my coppers.”

“And that’s it?”

“Unless they gave me a gift and snatched it away again without my noticing,” she snarks, before adding “my Lord,” only just delayed enough so that you couldn’t possibly accuse her of disrespecting your station. She’s clever, and needling at you for some purpose.

“Did you, at any point in the night, see a bolt of lightning, which was not followed by thunder?” you ask. It’s the only part of her story you haven’t heard her confirm or deny yet. For the first time, she frowns, seeming thoughtful.

“I believe I did, my Lord. As those bandits took me to the inn, there was quite a flash, but as you said, silence after.” Eyla does not smile again. You thank her for answering what questions you had and leave her to find a comfortable spot to stand.

>A) Question the innkeeper
>B) You’re ready to make your judgment.

>>2376953

>A) Question the innkeeper

>>2376955
>A) Question the innkeeper

>>2376953
>A) Question the innkeeper
Last tick on the list

>>2376953
>>A) Question the innkeeper

>>2376953
>>A) Question the innkeeper
A gift hmmm? A fancy golden arrow perhaps? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm?!

>>2376955
>>2376958
>>2376959
>>2376960
>>2376962
Give me one more roll! 1d100, best of 3!

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>2376979

>>2376979
Got damn it let’s do this!

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>2376979

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>2376979

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>2376979

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>2376983
Did I mistype it?

>>2376985
>>2376990
Glad I did too!

>>2376985
99! Writing!

>>2376985
Ayy good stuff

So, I’m willing to bet she has some form of teleportation stand, and is lying about it, making up the bandit story in the process. The innkeepers are lying about her crimes aswell, most likely to scam us. So far they are both jerks! Also, are we allowed to have a few bricks of that wall removed to see if the pattern is completed underneath, or if it stops at the wall?

>>2377011
Don't think the woman is to bad. More likely then not, she had to use her Stand because of extenuating circumstances, and doesn't want to reveal it to us or others for fear of being burned at the stake as a witch or some such. That sort of thing tends to happen in this era. The innkeep is probably trying to pull the wool over our eyes though, yeah. Could we test her maybe? If we have our Stand manifest behind us, no matter how well trained she is, she'd likely react, or at least her eyes would betray her, which would give her away as a Stand user.

Dammit, I accidentally turned off auto refresh...

>>2376953
The innkeeper wears a surly expression, one you’re sure he wears all the time if he isn’t attempting to hold back for your sake. He, like his wife, is dressed plainly, but unlike his wife, there’s definite backbone here. He may have served in the levies during the Greyjoy Rebellion, or perhaps even Robert’s Rebellion, he’s about the right age.

“Do you know what she stole from you exactly?” you begin, to which the gruff response comes immediately, “Food, milord.” You pause at both the bluntness and lacking helpfulness of the statement before continuing.

“Do you know what type of food?”

“Can’t say, milord.” Well, he’s simply a font of information.

“How would you know there’s been a theft, but can’t say what was stolen?” you question, and the innkeeper shuffles his feet.

“Can’t say, milord. The stock’s been lighter, I suppose.” You wonder at him for a moment, before deciding to change tactics.

“I noticed a hole in your roof, good man. A costly repair. The weather make that?” The innkeeper seems roused from his automatic answers by the change in subject and responds, “That’s right, milord. It’s been eatin’ away at the inn for a while now, this weather has.” You give him an agreeable hum before stating, “Well, we can’t have that. I’ll send someone to take care of it, free of charge,” you promise. At this, the innkeeper starts anew, wide-eyed for the first time you’d ever seen.

“Oh, th- thank you, milord! A hundred time, Seven bl-”

“Yes, yes,” you wave him off, “It’s my duty, after all. I’ll see to it the woman is punished for her thievery as well.” The innkeeper’s enthusiasm drains slightly, and in a hesitant voice he asks, “Is that right, milord?”

“Oh, yes. I’m afraid the price of theft is the loss of her hand. You’ll be compensated for goods stolen, she’ll be sent on her way one hand less. Everyone walks away happy.” The innkeeper rubs at the back of his neck, before admitting, “If I can be honest, milord, it don’t seem right to… To do that if we don’t know what she took.” You deliberately quirk an eyebrow at him.

(CONTINUED)

>>2377046
“Oh? Let me make sure I’m hearing you right: You don’t think she stole from you?” The innkeeper nods, “That’s right milord.”

“So you’ll waive the compensation?” He takes a little longer, but eventually replies, “I suppose I’d have to, milord.”

“And the repairs for your inn?” At this, the innkeeper lets out a strangled noise.

“Why would ya’ not fix the inn now, milord?!” he asks. You counter with a question of your own.

“Why were you willing to let her go as soon as you knew the inn would be fixed without using your own money?” you challenge. “Could it be,” you continued, “that you saw the opportunity for such a free management of repairs before, using your Lord’s money offered as compensation for supposed stolen goods?” The innkeeper balks, and you know you have him. At the certainty in your gaze, he confesses, “That… That’s right, milord… I can’t stand to see it fall apart so, and money isn’t easy to come by in an inn full of holes…” You leave the man then and ignore his frightened whimpers.

The innkeeper has confessed that no theft and, likely, no trespassing took place. That does leave the mystery of Eyla, however, and her true identity and reason for being here. From the sound of it, even the soundless lightning is an unconnected mystery, but that is only assuming Eyla is telling the truth about that when you are sure she’s lying about everything else… These are mysteries that will take some time to unravel. What are you going to do in the short term?

>A) Mercy for them both. Pardon the innkeeper’s transgression and send men to fix his inn, and invite Eyla to stay as your guest until such time comes that she feels capable of going her own way.
>B) Punish the innkeeper. Have him arrested for the crime of attempted theft from his Lord, and invite Eyla to stay as your guest until such time comes that she feels capable of going her own way.
>C) Punish Eyla. Have her arrested for the crime of bearing false witness, as there were provably no bandits near the town, and pardon the innkeeper’s transgression and send men to fix his inn.
>D) Punish them both. Arrest Eyla for the crime of bearing false witness and the innkeeper for attempted theft from his Lord.

>>2377050
D) Punish them both. Arrest Eyla for the crime of bearing false witness and the innkeeper for attempted theft from his Lord.

>>2377050
>>B) Punish the innkeeper. Have him arrested for the crime of attempted theft from his Lord, and invite Eyla to stay as your guest until such time comes that she feels capable of going her own way.

>>2377050
>>A) Mercy for them both. Pardon the innkeeper’s transgression and send men to fix his inn, and invite Eyla to stay as your guest until such time comes that she feels capable of going her own way.
Keep your enemys close, and give him a break gentlemen-style.

>>2377050

>A) Mercy for them both. Pardon the innkeeper’s transgression and send men to fix his inn, and invite Eyla to stay as your guest until such time comes that she feels capable of going her own way.

If it can't go to pass I'll support B instead

>>2377050
I say we don't arrest the innkeep, but absolve Eyla of her "Crimes" and leave him with the repair bill for his roof. Seems only fair, considering he tried to cheat us, but he did confess without to much fuss, so no need to be cruel. Still think we should test Eyla with our Stand.

>>2377059
Voting for this.

>>2377056
>A) Mercy for them both. Pardon the innkeeper’s transgression and send men to fix his inn, and invite Eyla to stay as your guest until such time comes that she feels capable of going her own way.

>>2377050
>>B) Punish the innkeeper. Have him arrested for the crime of attempted theft from his Lord, and invite Eyla to stay as your guest until such time comes that she feels capable of going her own way.

>>2377052 swapping to
>>2377059

>>2377059

I'll go for this

>>2377059
>>2377061
>>2377070
>>2377083
Alright, but some caveats:
Trying to show Eyla your Stand doesn't make sense to JoJo, as none of the Jostars have ever seen a Stand user outside of their family. As far as he's aware, it isn't possible, so testing for it is pointless. Even with all the weird stuff going on. The rest is good, though. Writing, then we're done for tonight!

>>2377090
Alright, I'll find out some other roundabout way to test her for a Stand then later, I guess. I suppose she could be some manner of magician as well, but that feels rather unlikely. Can't say I'm terribly familiar with magic and the like in the GoTs world.

>>2377090

I was supporting the first part of it, just ignoring the second of it

>>2377102
That's alright, most people in GoT aren't, either.

>>2377050
After shaking of the innkeeper and his wife from their profusions of thanks for your mercy, you approach the strange flour sack woman once again. Her smile has returned, irksome as ever. You can’t call it annoying, but there is something about it that disquiets your inner tranquility. “Have you rendered judgment, my Lord?” she questions in a gentle voice.

“I have,” you nod, “The innkeeper is being pardoned for his misstep, and you are being invited to enjoy the Jostar family’s hospitality until such time you feel fit to return home.” Eyla seems surprised, but as eternally pleased as ever.

“A generous offer, my Lord. I accept, of course.” It’s a bit overmuch, considering she isn’t a noblewoman, (or at least, isn’t claiming to be) but you offer her your arm to walk her back to the keep. At worst, you’ll suffer some ribbing for being so formal with the lowborn. She takes it with a small dip of the head in silent thanks, and your group of guards set off around you.

“If I am to be staying under your hospitality, my Lord,” Eyla starts, quiet yet audible, “I’d feel much better if I knew your name in full. I confess, I’m not from these lands and haven’t had the opportunity to catch it yet.”

>A) “My name is Jon Jostar, the Younger. My father is the Elder.”
>B) “My name is Joffery Jostar.”
>C) “My name is Jorah Jostar.”
>D) “My name is Jorick Jostar.”

>>2377106
Haha, fair enough. Will leave off the metagaming, since having him test her for a Stand would probably be such. I have my suspicions though.

>>2377130
>A) “My name is Jon Jostar, the Younger. My father is the Elder.”
Gotta stick with the classics.

>>2377130
>>D) “My name is Jorick Jostar.”

>>2377130

>>D) “My name is Jorick Jostar.”

>>2377130
>>A) “My name is Jon Jostar, the Younger. My father is the Elder.”

>>2377130
>>B) “My name is Joffery Jostar.”

>>2377130
>A

>>2377130
>>A) “My name is Jon Jostar, the Younger. My father is the Elder.”

>>2377130
>A) “My name is Jon Jostar, the Younger. My father is the Elder.”

>>2377130
>D) “My name is Jorick Jostar.”

>>2377130
>D) “My name is Jorick Jostar.”
It amuses me, for some reason.

>>2377130
>>D) “My name is Jorick Jostar.”

>>2377131
>C) “My name is Jorah Jostar.”

>>2377130
>C) “My name is Jorah Jostar.”

>>2377134
>>2377139
>>2377142
>>2377143
>>2377145
And with that, we are officially Jon the Younger! Good game everyone, I can't wait until next time! Good night everybody!

>>2377167
Wait fuck, I miscounted. Jorick also has 5 votes

>>2377164
>>2377130
Changing my vote to Jorrick to break the tie

this is super tense

>>2377156
>>2377167
Changing my vote to Jon the Younger

oh, oops
>A

>>2377179
>>2377181
Well, with that, I can declare it really IS Jon the Younger! Now, it's three in the morning, so Good Night everybody!

>>2377184
>Brother's awake a 3 in the morning
Holy shit, why?

>>2377187
I'm running a quest I like, it's Sunday, and I have nothing due for the next 36 hours.

It's 4 in the morning here. Had nothing better to do tomorrow, so I figured I'd stick around and wake up at 12ish.

>>2375230
We don't like you either, so it evens out.

>>2377130
The following day, you were finally informed as to what “urgent business” your father had been attending. He had spent the day in correspondence with the nearby family, House Rogers of Amberly. It was little secret among the Minor Houses of the Stormlands that there was something of a dearth of daughters in comparison to the many sons of the Lords. It was something that both mildly frustrated you, for your own sake, and terrified you when it came to your own sister.

House Rogers was one of the few in the region who had a daughter near your age and, careful to play the advantage as best they could, had been quietly waiting for desperate Lords with unwed sons to make them more and more outlandish offers for the hand of Olira Rogers. It didn’t take a genius to deduce who the Jostars would be sending after her, and your father was currently informing you of exactly what type of offering you’d be making upon your arrival.

“Joslin will be accompanying you,” your namesake was saying, “and we’ll see how she gets along with their youngest. We’ll be in their shoes in a few years, and the opportunity to lay the foundation won’t slip them by.” Your father was a large man, still taller than you even in adulthood, and much heavier. This bulk made it difficult to tell the difference between his simply standing and his looming, but right not, it was definitely the latter. His easy smile had been wiped away entirely by a grim, thin line between his lips.

“I’m not asking you to make any promises. In fact, I forbid it. Just show up and make a good impression. But don’t get pulled into anything unseemly, and by the Seven, don’t bring up 「Thunder-” You cut your father off with a reassuring pat on the shoulder and a smile. “You’re worrying too much,” you tell him, “If I can pass judgment in your absence, I’m sure I’ll manage to hold a conversation or two over dinner.” Father lets out a breath, closes his eyes, and nods.

“You’re right. You did good with the innkeeper, and you’ve got a good head on your shoulders. Pack what you’ll need and be ready to leave before an hour is up. Gods willing, Joslin will have already done the same, but I’ll send someone to check on her just in case.” With your dismissal, you step out into the hall and move to Joslin’s chambers. You’d already prepared, of course, and would like to save time by making sure your sister was ready before someone could yell at her about it. There is one issue, however…

The woman you brought home yesterday, Eyla, had been given modest clothes and a comfortable room to stay, under the pretense you were helping her get back on her feet. You knew and suspected she knew as well, that you didn’t trust her. With you going off to, hopefully, encourage a marriage, Eyla will be free to roam your home.

(CONTINUED)

>>2379291
>A) Bring her along by offering her a job. Something to help her earn those supposedly stolen coppers back. No one will be suspicious of that, and she won’t be able to refuse without seeming ungrateful.
>B) Leave her here. She’s in a castle with all your guards and four other members of your family capable of using Stands. Even if they don’t suspect her, how much trouble could she cause?

>>2379303
>>A) Bring her along by offering her a job. Something to help her earn those supposedly stolen coppers back. No one will be suspicious of that, and she won’t be able to refuse without seeming ungrateful.

>>2379291
>A) Bring her along by offering her a job. Something to help her earn those supposedly stolen coppers back. No one will be suspicious of that, and she won’t be able to refuse without seeming ungrateful.

>>2379303

>A) Bring her along by offering her a job. Something to help her earn those supposedly stolen coppers back. No one will be suspicious of that, and she won’t be able to refuse without seeming ungrateful.

>>2379303
>>A) Bring her along by offering her a job. Something to help her earn those supposedly stolen coppers back. No one will be suspicious of that, and she won’t be able to refuse without seeming ungrateful.

>>2379291
>B) Leave her here. She’s in a castle with all your guards and four other members of your family capable of using Stands. Even if they don’t suspect her, how much trouble could she cause?
Also, warn family she is iffy

>>2379303
>A) Bring her along by offering her a job. Something to help her earn those supposedly stolen coppers back. No one will be suspicious of that, and she won’t be able to refuse without seeming ungrateful.
Keep your friends close and your enemys closer.

>>2379324
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>>2379373
A clever trick. Let's hope she doesn't spoil the dinner.

>>2379291
It takes only a few hours to reach Amberly, the seat of House Rogers, as it too is situated in the Rainwood. Joslin and you pass the time by playing catch between your invisible friends and seeing how long it took the guards to notice. You imagine it wasn’t much fun for the guards, but they certainly weren’t going to complain about it to you.

The town of Amberly surrounded the castle Amberly, as opposed to your home in which the castle sat to one side of the town. The town is as simple as you’d imagine, but there are a few marked differences. The smallfolk turn away from you and are careful not to meet your eyes as you ride through their town. You try not to imagine why they’d do such a thing. It wouldn’t do to visit the Rogers with a negative opinion already clouding your judgment.

The castle itself was a respectable size, somewhat larger than your own, but your ire was drawn almost immediately when you noticed far more horses than a single castle should need. The bright, varied colors and the strapping young men beside them told you all you need to know: You weren’t the only young lord to be invited to try your hand at courtship.

You swallow a curse at being caught unprepared and hitch your horse. Joslin follows your lead and does so herself, cutting off Bodrin’s offer to do it for her. You’re not sure whether to chastise her for “unladylike behavior” on the one day this month you actually need her to act ladylike or praise her for not giving Bodrin a chance to mess it up and, you don’t know, end up tying her horse to another one’s leg.

Well, either way, you have a mission here. How are you going about it?

>A) Seek out Lord Rogers at once. You’re his guest, and if you're lucky, his daughter won’t be far from him.
>B) Wait for later in the day. No doubt Lady Olira is swamped with young men trying to please her, and you wouldn’t want to get lost in the crowd.
>C) You thought it was just going to be Joslin and the youngest son. With all of these young men around, you’re going to have to keep an eye on her. She had promised, but this was Joslin.
>D) You weren’t interested in marrying the Rogers girl in the first place, and the snub of not mentioning you’d be in implied competition isn’t really winning you over. Spend the day with your men and with your sister instead. As long as you aren’t rude to Lady Olira if you do meet her, you can honestly tell your father you made a good impression.

>>2379473

>A) Seek out Lord Rogers at once. You’re his guest, and if you're lucky, his daughter won’t be far from him.

And have the men keep an eye on Joslin

>>2379473
>D) You weren’t interested in marrying the Rogers girl in the first place, and the snub of not mentioning you’d be in implied competition isn’t really winning you over. Spend the day with your men and with your sister instead. As long as you aren’t rude to Lady Olira if you do meet her, you can honestly tell your father you made a good impression.
Oh well we tried.

>>2379473
>>D) You weren’t interested in marrying the Rogers girl in the first place, and the snub of not mentioning you’d be in implied competition isn’t really winning you over. Spend the day with your men and with your sister instead. As long as you aren’t rude to Lady Olira if you do meet her, you can honestly tell your father you made a good impression.

>>2379473
>>D) You weren’t interested in marrying the Rogers girl in the first place, and the snub of not mentioning you’d be in implied competition isn’t really winning you over. Spend the day with your men and with your sister instead. As long as you aren’t rude to Lady Olira if you do meet her, you can honestly tell your father you made a good impression.

wait for HDW

>>2379502
The fuck is HDW?

>>2379502

This >>2379541

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>>2379502
Oh well, they can't all be winners. Writing!

>>2379473
>D

>>2379473
Without the stresses of competing with your fellow “suitors” the day passes in a pleasant haze of jokes between you and your guards, a few friendly wagers between yourself and the other young men uninterested in pursuing Lady Olira, and more quiet but no less pleasant moments with Joslin who, despite the abundance of opportunity, is behaving herself. Just as the sun begins to set, Lord Rogers himself manages to make himself heard among the bustle.

“It’s been a wonderful day, filled with the beginnings of many friendships that shall last a lifetime, I’m sure. And what better way to commemorate it than with a meal! Please, young Lords and Ladies, accompany me to the feast!” The Lord is elderly, yet like Captain Anthory, he is still fit despite his graying hair. His booming laughter echoes as he guides the crowd to the impromptu feast.

You and Joslin are about to follow when you feel an unpleasant rumbling beneath your stomach. You wave Joslin on and search for a quiet place to relieve yourself. Wary of interrupting the servants, who seem in a mad dash for the main hall, you simply begin opening every door that isn’t guarded or locked. You find two guest rooms and a closet before you open the fourth door and are met with a horrific surprise.

The body of a young man tumbles to the floor, the wounds in his neck and chest still bleeding. His unblinking eyes confirm his death, and the fabric of his shirt proclaim him to be, if not a member, then at least a servant of House Peasebury. The hallway around you is empty, and no one ran past you as you approached. Thinking quickly, you dash to the opposite end of the hall, but no one is in sight, coming or going. None of the doors are open either, and thus, you have no idea where the murderer could have gone.

>A) Inform a guard immediately. They won’t suspect you, but the true killer will have time to get away.
>B) Search every room nearby. The murderer MUST be somewhere around here.
>C) Investigate the body. Perhaps the killer left some sort of clue.

>>2379695
>>A) Inform a guard immediately. They won’t suspect you, but the true killer will have time to get away.

>>2379695
>>A) Inform a guard immediately. They won’t suspect you, but the true killer will have time to get away.

>>2379695

>A) Inform a guard immediately. They won’t suspect you, but the true killer will have time to get away.

>>2379695
>A) Inform a guard immediately. They won’t suspect you, but the true killer will have time to get away.

>>2379695
>A
Well gang, Looks like we have a mystery on our hands.

>>2379695
>B) Search every room nearby. The murderer MUST be somewhere around here.
We can’t let then get away!