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>20 pretty gud roll

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You sent out your men to go and look for Ser Hector Heronford's school. The Capital might be a big place, but you reckon there's not THAT many professional teachers of martial arts in the region.

Whilst they were out looking for Ser Hector, you decided to ruthlessly abuse your knowledge as a former Ironborn and create some strategic and tactical maps on the Isles on whatever routes you can remember, of natural defenses, shallows, currents.
All the works.

In the end you ended up doing a pretty damn good job at it.
Then again you did pay money for the Citadel to learn about the importance mapmaking and cartography when it comes to warfare, so you should at least be able to do this much.
Hell, you doubt there is any map like this in all of Westeros. Iron Islands was pretty much a hermit kingdom whenever they were sailing and they weren't the sort to write things down that often.

Sure, it might not contain all the knowledge. It heavily disregards much of the smaller isles and you don't really know what goes on in some of the more obscure coasts, but you did sail plenty enough that anyone planning an invasion would find this an invaluable tool.
Having run so many errands for your previous dad left you with plenty of knowledge in regards of who produces what and how to get there easiest and for an army that's in a foreign land in need of supplies, that's quite precious knowledge.

Come evening, the sailors returned empty handed, but did leave a notice to some of the town criers on your behalf to let anyone who knows the address of Ser Hector Heronford to show up your vessel next morning to guide you for a silver coin.
Considering the wages of these lads, you reckoned it a decent enough sacrifice to make and come sunrise, there was a man that had the whiff of a drunkard waiting outside of your ship.

"Diss here where you get the free silver right?"
"If you can guide me Ser Hector Heronford's apartment, then yes."
"He livesh in vishn vishesninn, the big hill with all blackshmiths."
"Visenya's Hill?"
"Thatsh it. Wher's mah silver?"
"What's your name man?"
"Huggor! Whaths it to you?"
"Have seen the building he lives in?"
"I've sheen it ye. Whenever dey give alms at Balor's Shept I walk past it."
You flick him a silver
"There's another in it for you if you've the time to show me the building."
"Right! I've time alright."
"Good. One moment, I'll round up the lads."

The fellow looks shifty enough that you decide to hide extra six pistols under your coat and have six men as guards. If he was planning on doing something, he should at least be deterred when he sees a bunch of burly sailors armed with pointy things.

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True to his words, the drunkard did in fact lead you to the right place without cutting through any alleys or any stupid bullshit like that. Then again, a man with a skull on his hat and a sword on his hip isn't necessarily the sort of person you want to fuck with.

"There. See? Told you true."
"His sigil. You told it true enough. Fair pay for fair work."
You toss him another silver and he happily grabs it
"Thanks fer easy money! I'll drink to your 'ealth today."

Your smelly, but surprisingly honest guide swaggers on down the hill whilst you and your men go walk towards the building. There was a few rotating training dummies on the outside of the building which no one was using at the moment.

Above the front door there was a wooden sign with letters carved on to it.
Heronford's Hall of Chivalry
Undearneath it hung his arms, the shield with the familiar heron on white and orange.

You decide to ring the bell on the door and as you do, a muffled, yet familiar voice comes from the inside as a response.
"We're closed till noon!"

>Peek from a window. "Let me in dude, I'm a fairy."
>"In the name of the King! Open this door."
>"Open this door or I'm stealing your fecking training dummies ya cunt!"
>"O-oh, ok." do a 360 and walk back to ship in shame as spaghetti falls from your pockets.
>Write-in

>>2449791
>Peek from a window. "Let me in dude, I'm a fairy."
If that doesnt work, have our dudes bang on the door until it opens.

>>2449791

"Open this door or I'm stealing your fecking training dummies ya cunt!"

>>2449791
>Open this door or I'm stealing your fecking training dummies ya cunt!"

>>2449793
Changing to
>>2449794
>>2449797
so we can move this along.

>>2449798
You say that like I'm planning on writing a second update today.

>>2449799
Yes

>>2449791
>Open this door or I'm stealing your fecking training dummies ya cunt!"

>>2449791
>>Open this door or I'm stealing your fecking training dummies ya cunt!"

>>2449791
Pretend to be a fairy

>>2449791
>"Open this door or I'm stealing your fecking training dummies ya cunt!"

>>2449791
>Peek from a window. "Let me in dude, I'm a fairy."

>>2449791
>>Peek from a window. "Let me in dude, I'm a fairy."

>>2449791
>>>Peek from a window. "Let me in dude, I'm a fairy."

>>2449791
>Peek from a window. "Let me in dude, I'm a fairy."

>>2449791
>Open this door or I'm stealing your fecking training dummies ya cunt!"

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>>2450760
>Open this door or I'm stealing your fecking training dummies ya cunt!"
>stealing
>not confiscating for the fleet and pressganging into service

>>2449799
Holy fuck this is going slower than a retarded half-aborted kid with polio.

Can we resurrect in the Westerlands next time and steal the Clegane lands?

>>2451754
The wait just got 10 hours longer

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>Under budget, ahead of schedule

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"Open this door or I'm stealing your fecking training dummies ya cunt!"
After a moment you see someone peek from the window
"Who the hell are you supposed to be?"
"Is that how you greet all the lads you knight Hector? It's me Arthur Tallon. We last saw eachother at Harrenhal."
He looks at you for a moment as if doubting
"You've grown."
"Well I wasn't going to remain a manlet forever."
"One moment, I'll open the door."

He lets you inside his training hall, within which you see a familiar looking set of armor, still bearing the dent it took in Harrenhal with your name and coat of arms etched on a brass plate under it. There were other items as well. Shields, Swords, A Broken Lance all with a name and heraldry inscribed on them.

"Mementos from students I knighted. It's a decent motivator for some. I ransomed your armor when you weren't looking and it sort of started from there."
"Bit expensive for a souvenir isn't it?"
"It might have been in hindsight, but I did end up winning a decent amount of gold on that Tourney. Of course, I hear it was nothing compared to what you managed to rake in."

You scratch the behind of your head.
"Yea, to be honest most of that gold is already spent. I went and bought myself a ship and went to travel the Free Cities for a bit."
"So that's where you disappeared off to. I had been wondering why I hadn't seen or heard of you in any of the tourneys since Harrenhal.
Such a shame, I had expected you to make it to the Kingsguard eventually."
"Me? In the Kingsguard? That's a laugh."
"You were extraordinarily talented for your age. It was entirely within the realms of possibility. Speaking of which, how have your skills in swordsmanship developed?"
"Not much I must admit. Haven't really been practicing that much. Been specializing more on ranged weapons recently."
He sighs and hangs his head
"Is that so? What a waste... Tell me. What brings you to the Capital? Surely it's not just to see me again?"
"Well, I came to apply for the Royal Fleet."
"No kidding? Best of luck with that then. I hear prince Stannis isn't a very sociable sort though so it might be a hard sell."
You smile and pull out the leather tube which contains your admission to the Royal Fleet.

"Let's see... You got in? 50 GOLD? By the Seven! That's a fair bit of money. Congratulations!"
"Most of it goes to funding my crew and keeping my ship up and running. That's not to say I don't get a decent paycheck from it."
"Still, that's a lot more money than this place deals with."
"Speaking of... how's the business going?"
"Could be going better. Got a good dozen goldcloak regulars that I teach to ride and fight better as well as the occasional burghers."
"No bigshot nobles?"
"Had a few good squires until about a year ago. I've sort of fallen out of the whole high society circles. Turns out teaching the proper way to use your armor and shield isn't that exciting anymore. Now it's all about Greatswords apparently."

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"You're not as jolly as I remember you."
"I've grown old. My best years are behind me now and I can't pull off a living on the Tourneys like I used to. All I've to fall back on are the skills I learned and this school here."
Psshh midlife crisis. Damn mortals
"You're not that old, you're what? 34 or something?"
"I wish. I'm 37 thanks for reminding me."
"Pish posh, same thing. You've still got your moustach and your blonde hair. You don't look much different to me."
"Bah! What do youngsters like you know of growing old."
Pls

You spend the morning chatting with him, telling him of the various sights you saw in Essos during your journeys and he tells you of the various squires he's had for the time you were away.

Apparently there was some sort of unofficial tradition in this school where every man he knighted having completed some contest of skill and the mementos reflected that.
Yours apparently displayed your impeccable defense.
The Broken Lance was from a lad who managed to break his lance on his foe with every pass, even in the one where he were unhorsed.
Some Swords and Shields were taken from defeated foes to signify a great victory in the Squire's life whilst others were tools used to achieve a great feat in a contest.

Come noon, Hector needed to start his work as his clients started to show up and he chased you away. What next?

> You know what would be great? Showing up at Stannis with the maps of Iron Isles before the war even starts. That'll freak him out.
> Hmm... there's someone I'd like to try and meet while in Capital (Who?)
> I actually have a great idea of what I'd like to do (What?)
> Nah, just chill and let the war come

>>2451930
...is there anything yet to indicate war with the Iron Islands?

If not, just hold them until the war comes.

>>2451930
> I actually have a great idea of what I'd like to do (What?)

Create a few compass for Stannis, Davos and potentially other members of the fleet; and maybe try to get to know Davos and the other captains serving Stannis more.

>>2451943
This, though start small, maybe only Davos first, then mebby Mannis. Also, take a look at the smiths in the city. Anyone forge Valyrian? What would it cost to forge tool bits (for lathes, for example)? And take a look at alchemical components (mainly saltpeter and sulphur) and inquire about their production and origin. Who mines it and where.

>>2451948
Nobody knows how to make Valyrian steel anymore.
Tobho Mott can reforge it, but he doesn't have any of his own to sell.

>>2451948
valyrian steel is super rare, the vast majority of people in the world wouldn't know what to do with it.

>>2451930
> I actually have a great idea of what I'd like to do (What?)
Make a compass for Davos and Stannis and see how it goes from there

>>2451930
Meet tohbo Mott and swap blacksmithing tips

>>2452022
Trade secrets are not shared lightly in this world.

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>>2451929
You know, we could give Hector a demonstration of the guns and shooting of our lads, and outsource some of the thinking of a tercio or gustavian infantry and how cavalry will have to adapt and what to use on the battlefield...

Or simply make him a few polish lances so he can be a total ham about having the longest lances and win tourneys again ....

http://www.kismeta.com/diGrasse/lance.htm

>>2451960
I realize, Im asking how much he wants for a specific reforge. Not a sword but a small cutting edge.

>>2451961
Yet there are people in Kings Landing who do, and with our connections in the Citadel its not impossible for us to get some Valyrian steel.

So would a machine-gun with a Valyrian steel barrel be able to endlessly spurt out streams of bullets like machine-guns do in action films?

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>>2452071
planning on getting a Valyrian steel razor?

Probably not the best choice if Tyrion is to be believed

>>2452192
Valyrian steel is super hard but not brittle. I don't think either of these properties would help a barrel resist heat.

It is magic though, so who knows. They could have amazing thermal properties that we don't know ablout

>>2452258
So what would be the best application for Valerian steel in modern weapons?

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>>2452419
I'd say armor or a bayonet

A tank made of VS would be a good weapon, though obviously impractical

Valyrian steel has been used to make lamalar armor, so it would stnd to reason that we could have a breastplate or halfplate made of it. It would probably cost as much as the Twins, but it would probably be bulletproof and resistant to warhammers/maces.

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>>2452435
We could pull a Da Vinci and load canons on an armored cart with a rotating system to cycle through and reload them... I say that'd be totally feasible.

>pic related

>>2452487
We could but that shit was never built for a reason.

>>2452498
Why cause it didn't work? They had battering rams covered in cured hide roofs, why wasn't THIS implemented?Many Canons > Cured Hide Battering Ram.

>>2452502
Many cannons firing in a line > one cannon firing at a time.

>>2452048
this, if anything we could make him our drill sargent

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>>2452502
pretty much this >>2452504, it was too vulnerable to opposing cannons as well.

Now, a Hussite wagon fort could work extremely well for us, assuming we ever become land-based.

>>2452529
Wagons to turn into wagon forts with swivel guns are probably the thing to have if you are moving as a army and are going to need a quick fortification.

https://youtube.com/watch?v=mD6UkzJs9h0

>>2452258
Not a razor. Tool bits for lathes and other high-wear machinery. Goal being to start machining precision bits with a cutting edge that doesnt dull.

Also, wasting Valyrian on armor or swords is dumb. Better focus on industry so we can field enough musketmen to null any armor advantage.

>>2452071
I think tobo mott is still in the free citys.

>>2454061
Well, since Gendry was his apprentice and he's like what? 5 years old now? It's entirely likely that he's in King's Landing right now since apprenticeships tend to be arranged a good while beforehand and they probably wouldn't throw a bastard at some dude that just arrived.

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His fighting was exemplary at Harrenhal for someone of his age, but the fact that he also had achieved sufficient learning at the Citadel to have earned a Maester's chain showed him as a highly competent man.
Downside of him was that he was clearly ambitious, but at least he had the decency to be honest about that.

His bearing seemed decent enough. He hailed from a house of uplifted knights. Men of small account, but still known for producing knights of quality. You were no admirer of The Reachmen. The Siege had seen to that, but you couldn't fault them for staying loyal to their king.

The Man seemed to know Davos by name, but at least visibly bore him no ill will, which means he is either a man of decent character or a he is but another schemer. Still, you were resolved to make use of this man all the same.
The Spider's little birds have delivered their messages from the Iron Isles and it would seem that realm will bleed again. For that purpose, ships and captains are needed.

That, and the weapons he brought with him seemed impressive at the first glance very least. Whether or not his matchlocks prove themselves unreliable or not in the heat of battle remains to be seen, but a weapon that can so consistently punch through armor will no doubt be a boon against the Ironborn.
Besides, even if they fail to work, they ought to still double as a club or a makeshift spear.

"Come in Ser Davos."
"Lord Stannis."
"You were a smuggler. What's your opinion on the new ship in my fleet?"
He gives a troubled expression
"I'm not entirely sure my lord. I've never seen like it before. My gut as a sailor tells me that I can't outrun it unless I somehow sailed against the winds."
"And how do you believe it will handle in a fight?"
"I think the rumors that you should never engage the ship that sails under the twin headed aquila are warranted my lord. The Vessel was blistering with guns, each much larger than the Matchlocks he gave you."

Keeping the best for himself.

There was a knock on the door.

"My prince, Ser Arthur Tallon is here to see you. He claims that he's bringing yet another gift."
"Tell him to wait in front of the office. I will see him soon."

The Servant boy scurried off in a hurry to his errands at your word.

"What do you think his angle is? Is he trying to indebt me to him? Is he trying to fish some underhanded favor out of me like the rest of the sycophants in this damn city?"
"Could be, but you can always say no to him when he does ask for something."

You sigh
"Alright, send him in then."

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"Good day Prince Stannis, Ser Davos."
The man entered with a self satisfied look on his face as he entered wearing that outlandish apparel of his.

"Ser Arthur. I was told you wanted to see me."
"I did, I did, I most certainly did."
The Man was visibly in a good mood and looking at you with a look on his face as if he was hiding his enthusiasm.
"You see, I felt that 40 guns, while nice and all. Isn't necessarily that useful on the seas. It gets wet, keeping the matchcord dry is a hassle and all in all, I felt I could do better considering your profession and all."

He takes out two intricate wooden boxes.
"Here you go. One for Davos too since, you know, no hard feelings for botching up our siege. GG, Well played and all that."

You take the box and look at it a bit suspiciously.
Inside there was a strange brass contraption with some arcane looking etchings on it.
"What is it."
"It's a Compass. It knows where the North is regardless of the weather."

You turn it in your hands for a bit.
"How does it work?"
"The Needle in the middle always points towards the north regardless of which way you turn it. That way if there's fog or a lot of clouds blocking the stars you won't lose your bearing. The Background helps to illustrate the relative positions of east, south and west in turn."

Davos turns his around, clearly mesmerized by the contraption.
"Is it magic?" he asks
"Depends on your definition of Magic I suppose. I can assure you that there is a logic behind how it works and I didn't just handwave it into existence with a magic wand or trap a spirit inside it if that's what you think. It's just a piece of metal that points to the north for the time being."

You narrow your eyes
"For the time being?"
"Well, you can confuse the contraption with lodestone or big enough chunks of iron, so it's not foolproof. Properly cared for though, it can last for a thousand years. I did put a tin lining inside the box so you shouldn't really have issues if you keep it stored in a desk or something."

You rotate the object, examining it. Watching the craftsmanship on the strange object.
"Did you make this?"
"With my very own hands from start to finish."

Fine work. The Item had an certain exotic beauty to it.
You return the object back to it's container and turn to face this strange knight.
"What exactly is it that you seek to gain from me with these gifts?"
"To display to you that I can do things nobody else can? To show you I'm exceedingly useful? To show you that I'm resourceful enough to crack problems independently? I was taught that displaying one's merits are necessary in order to acquire a landed title."

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"Loyalty in vassals is valued more than sheer resourcefulness Ser Arthur.
...but I shall graciously accept this gift. Mayhaps it will prove useful in the days to come."
"I am most certain that it will. Now I'm sure you're a busy man..."
"Off you go then. I shall remember your words Ser Arthur."

He bows at you and leaves the room.

"Brazen man"
"Aye Lord Stannis, but he seems both eager and competent."
"He hid with scholars during the war and refused the honor of becoming a Maester. That should tell you something of his character."
"To be fair Lord Stannis, most men would refuse oaths of celibacy regardless the honor promised."
"Did his trinket buy you off so easily Davos?"
"I'd rather lose the fingers from my other hand than my wife, I'll tell you that much."

After a moment of silence, you return back to work on writing commissions for ships and calls to arms in the event that the Spider's Ironborn invasion will happen.
Your brother at least is sold on thinking that it definitely will happen as is Lord Arryn, so you must do your duty as the King's Master of Ships.

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289 AC, Second Month, King's Landing

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=faFuaYA-daw

Raven has just arrived from the Rock bearing the signet of House Lannister.
Westerlands call for aid.
Balon Greyjoy has rebelled and broken the King's peace in a dishonorable sneak attack, burning down the fleet stationed at Lannisport and sacking the town in vicious acts of savage rapine and butchery.

The Realm is once again at War.
The Northern Fleet, the Vale fleet and the King's Fleet all are being called to arms and gather to reinforce the Redwyne fleet as soon as possible.

Supplies are being hauled in great quantities to the docks and the levies are being assembled in great quantities.
The Whole thing happened very fast, as if they were preparing for this for a while now.

As part of the King's Fleet, your commander will be the Master of Ships himself. Right now he was however meeting with the King himself over the strategy.
Meeting which you managed to edge your way into when they asked if anyone in the fleet had any experience in sailing in the Iron Islands and naturally when you raised your hand, you got pulled into the small council meeting right then and there.

So, here you are. In front of some of the most important people in the nation.

Renly Baratheon, the Master of Laws
Stannis Baratheon, the Master of Ships
The King himself Robert Baratheon
The Hand of the King Lord Jon Arryn
The Master of Whisperers, Varys
The Grand Maester Pycelle
Lord Commander of the Kingsguard Ser Barristan Selmy
And the freshly minted Master of Coin Lord Petyr Baelish

"Your Grace."
You knelt in front of the small council
You hear the voice of Stannis
"Ser Arthur."
"My Prince."

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King Robert signals you to rise.
"Enough pleasantries, we're at War. Up you come lad. You know why you've been summoned?"
"Because you need someone to confirm whether or not the maps are still accurate?"
"Correct answer lad."
"If I may your grace."
You pull out a leather tube from your waist.

"What's this then?"
"An up to date strategic map of the Iron Islands, containing the locations of strategic resources such as lumber, food iron and timber, shipyards as well as tactically important locations of various shallows and safe anchorages in the primary holdings of the region."
Everyone in the room looks taken aback
"Hand it over lad."

You bring it and the King puts the map on the table and begins examining it with the other members of the Small Council.

Lord Varys asks
"If you don't mind me asking, where did a knight such as yourself you get this map? Can't imagine the Ironborn selling such a detailed map of their own lands to a Reachman."
"I saved money and made it all by meself. Prince Stannis should know I tend to make the most wonderful and useful things on my spare time."

Maester Pycelle speaks out
"I can vouch that Ser Arthur did spend some time in the Citadel learning about maps. He forged a link on the subject before moving on to work with my good friend Ruger, may he rest in peace."
"Ruger is dead?"
"Old Age I hear. He got a fever and then passed away."

The King raises his voice
"Focus people! We've a war to plan. Lad, if this map is accurate, then you've saved us a lot of lives, money, time and effort. I'll make sure you're well rewarded once we win the war."
"Thank you your grace."
"You're dismissed, return to your ship. We'll be sailing for Reach soon as the fleet is prepared and then crush this Rebellion with the full might of the Continent."

You bow and leave your lieges to plan their campaign, armed with the knowledge you handed out to them.

>Is there anything you'd like to do in your few remaining days before you go to war?

>>2455399
>Find time to raise a glass to the memory of Maester Ruger.

>>2455506
This, also visit Mott for price ranges and ask Pycell if there is a chance we could get some Valyrian. Maybe access to the forbidden section of the Citadel for a printing press?

>>2455399
>Crash some noble's party and chill

>>2455399
>Look for some Alchemy books, look around town for them or ask the Maester?

We'll have plenty of days at sea, might as well crack some alchemy codes for chemical insights.

>>2455399
Try and meet with Baelish,see if there is anyway to make some major coin working with him

I want to get our hands on a heavy cannon soon

>Find time to raise a glass to the memory of Maester Ruger

A true friend who helped us immensely

>Crash some noble's party and chill
Form connections for the win!

>>2455399

If we can I'd like to meet with Pycelle to discuss Ruger, maybe we can see what happened to our printing press.

>>2456849
this

>>2455967
never this

>>2455399
>Find time to raise a glass to the memory of Maester Ruger.
>>2456849
this

>>2456892
I agree: trying to use Littlefinger t make money is like trying use a live rattlesnake to club mice to death.

>>2455399
>>Find time to raise a glass to the memory of Maester Ruger.

>>2456849
this desu doggi dog
>>2455399
And try to find out what the local nobles even make on their lands.

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Sadly with the outbreak of the War, Grand Maester Pycelle ended being a very, very busy man and as such had no time at the moment to join you for a drink.

He sent a letter apologizing that needs of the realm must come first in such precarious time.
However, he did however of tell you of what happened to the Old man after he died. Apparently Archmaester Ruger's bones had been taken to be buried in his family grave located in Seagard should you wish to pay your respects.

He also stated that whilst most of his earthly possessions were inherited by the Citadel, he did also have a Will and you might wish to ask the Citadel about that.
There was no direct mention of the Printing Presses however.

Still, you held a brief memorial service with your men aboard the ship built by your old friend and tutor.
Expensive as it was, you bought enough Ruger's favorite Cheese and Wine to give each of your crewmen a taste of luxury as you all paid respects to the man who had constructed such a reliable vessel.

> Lost 5 Gold

You also got them some cheaper wine and cheese as well. It was alright to get drunk this day. Soon they'd be off to war and they'd be risking their lives safeguarding their loved ones and their country from Ironborn invaders and within but a few weeks, you did just that.

In less than a month the Arryn Fleet had arrived to join up with the Royal Fleet and the Stormlands fleet.
Tens of Thousands of men at arms assembled and with hundreds of ships in assembly, the order came to raise anchor and set sail to war.

https://youtu.be/5L2Gve7oh_4

The Northern fleet would have to play catch-up, providing reinforcements at their own time as their levies took time to mobilize.

Due to your speed and highly qualified crew, you were kept ahead of the fleet as a scout, reconnoitering the approach of the army and to raise a signal flags as needed should you spot anything in the horizon. This also meant that you'd be working directly under a certain individual who specialized in this sort of work. The Former smuggler, Davos Seaworth.

The Fleet headed straight for Arbor, not stopping for food or water on the way. Massive Carracks had been laden with supplies for the armies of the East and even though the fleet's approach was slow, the sheer number of vessels was staggering.
Linked up with armies of Reach and the Redwyne fleet, the Iron Islands would crumble fast and hard.

After reaching Arbor and linking up with the Redwyne and Oldtown fleet in a massive armada that easily numbered a thousand warships not counting the supply carracks and cogs which hauled food, water, engines of war and ammunition in great quantities, the fleet set sail to Fair Isle to ambush the Ironborn fleet.

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Word had reached the fleet that Seagarde, unlike Lannisport had held strong and managed to throw the Iron Fleet back to the Sea in a great victory and that their fleet would be no match for your force.

The Fleet was stationed a bit further south in wait of a signal from tip of Fair Isle, prepared for an encirclement when the Iron fleet would make their way south and the King was giving a speech to the men in the main force on shore.

"I, King Robert of House Baratheon took up my Warhammer years ago to fight a war against tyranny and madness and in these straits of Fair Isle with you as my witness, I swear to do so again!"

"For what else could you call Balon Greyjoy, the detestable fool, if not a madman, when greed is such that he'd face an overwhelming force such as ours all but for the desire to reduce your friends and your families to work in his mines, to seek to turn your wives and your daughters into breeding sows for his army of rapers and pirates?"

"I fought against the most powerful dynasty in the history of Westeros to end the such arrogance and won! What hope can he possibly have when today, the whole might of Westeros stands united against such madness as one!"
"The Vale, Dorne, North, Riverlands, Stormlands, Westerlands, Reach and The Crown! All Standing together as the greatest army in the known world against a petty Island King with no great deeds to his name!

Such is his greed and arrogance, that there can be no doubt that he shall pass by here on his way to try and plunder Arbor and Oldtown and any septs on the way as they have did before hundreds of years ago!

Balon Greyjoy has lost against foes he had outnumbered at Seagard. It seems to me that he can only defeat his foes through a cowardly sneak attack and even so when his men sought to plunder Lannisport, they failed to take Casterly rock! Which is where most the Town's wealth was safeguarded."

"So I ask you how can then there be anything but total victory? They are outnumbered ten to one, our strategy and tactics both outclass them and we've seasoned warriors from the previous war on our side with our men are far better equipped than theirs!"

"Mark my words! Such will be their defeat in this Isle, that bards shall make such songs about it that they will cry in shame for generations!"

As he raises his hammer, there were thunderous cheers and an electricity in the air, an energy of purpose.
There was a sense of invincibility amongst the soldiers which had infected your crew as well. Overconfidence ran rampant amongst the rank and file. Everyone felt like they could be a war hero.

For the time being, Morale was sky high.

Davos taps you on the shoulder
"Ser Arthur, Lord Stannis summons you."

> That's it for the day

>>2459902
another great update as usual

So, question for Thrones-heads:
What was the Greyjoys' endgame here? Were they just trying to secede or did they genuinely think they could take over all of Westeros single-handedly?

Also; were their goals ever realistic?

>>2461957
they thought Robert couldn't put is claim where his mouth was; and that the other lords of Westeros would rise up in rebellion, only problem is the prime candidates to do so fell in line and offered up their fleets to help Robert crush Greyjoy.

>>2461957
He honestly thought that the other lords would also revolt if he gave them time to prepare and sparked the fuse. Maybe he was expecting a grassroots revolt since it doesn't make sense in regards to high lords.

Of course this was pretty idiotic overall.
Sure, riverlands has always been a place of internal conflict, but they all are united in their hate of the Ironborn. This is pretty much their culture due to their history.

Even if Reach was still Loyalist in parts, they'd always unite against Ironborn, because Ironborn have been lusting after their territories for long and there's a history of animosity against them.

The Dornish and their Rhoynar traditions are directly opposed of the Ironborn old way, so whatever loyalist elements exist in Martell faction of the Dorne would push for war against ironborn as well.

Funnily enough, if North and Vale were not staunch allies of Robert, they'd be more willing to put up with their shit.
In the North old ways linger, so there wouldn't be as much opposition towards the Ironborn clinging to theirs.
The Vale is sufficiently isolated and has to deal with their own barbarians on the regular and had many staunch loyalists during the rebellion. Most of whom are now dead, sworn to robert or stripped of titles.

Either way, this is a good example of a man marching off to war and making his plans afterwards.
That or he simply saw the Lannister fleet gathering and thought it time to strike before preparations were ready.

>>2462739
Well, technically if they had sea superiority they could have pulled it off.

They banked on superior seamanship, and yeah that is the main thing until one gets into ironclads and such, but there is a limit to what it can carry.

Especially when they the redwyne fleet has fleet command experience in the war, so there is one navy in their weight class for experience, and then there is the royal fleet and all the lesser ones.

Probably why the lannister fleet had to be burned as the opening move , and why they tried something similar for the reach fleet.

If they managed both, then they would have had the chance to sink the royal one and put the war in a stalemate position until fleets get rebuilt.

If they refrained from raiding westeros they could have then signed a white peace.

Or if they did it during the rebellion then they could have also gotten away with it.

The thing is they missed the opportunity in bobby b rebelion, and now the opening that had to go perfect so they can use the shield islands against the royals and vassals and knock out lanister and reach fleets did not go perfectly, and now they are stuck with a shit situation.

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You follow Ser Davos to Stannis' mighty War Galley Fury. It was a triple decked war galley with three hundred oars, bristling with Scorpion ready to launch their javelins and from the shape of her she likely came with a Ram in the prow as well.

Vessel built with the old ship doctrine of strong side defenses against boarding and with as much oars as possible to deliver as devastating strike as possible by ramming.

There was no doubt that this vessel could split yours in two if it could bring it's mighty ram to bear against your, but you very much doubted that it could. You reckon it'd end like the fight between David and Goliath.

"My lord Stannis. I've brought Ser Arthur as requested."
"Good."
He was watching towards the direction of the Faircastle, waiting for the sign that would no doubt arrive within the coming days.
"Are you aware of the battleplan my brother drafted?"
"Encircling manouver to break the whole iron fleet? I've heard it mentioned, yes."
"Good, then this will be quick. I want you and your ship to take part in the flanking force, but you are to hold back and not engage any of enemies until the rest of the fleet is in position. Is this understood?"
"Yes my lord."
"Once the fleet is in position, I want your ship to make as much noise as it possibly can. So much that we will hear it on the other side. Can you do this?"
"It shouldn't be a problem."
"Good. Whether or not you succeed or fail is of little importance, but this will be an important experiment to see whether or not your weapons can be used for signaling."
"I could specifically design a tool just for that task."
He turns around and looks at you.
"That is if my Lord would be interested in such a thing."
"We'll see about it after the battle. Right now I forbid the use of black powder until the Ironborn are encircled to avoid unnecessary noise that could alarm our foes."
"As you will it my Lord."
"Good. Return to your ship and await further orders."
You bow and obey

> Is there anything you'd like to do whilst waiting?
> If not, give me a 4d6 for Warfare and 1d100 for other reasons.

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

>>2463214
Since we will be here for a day or two, draw up some plans for signal flares and noise-related devices. Should be useful sometime later. Even for ground assault.

If we can, though, draw up some steam engine plans instead. Would be a lot more useful than a flare.

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>2463214

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>2463214
Rolling.

>>2463236

I am worried D:

Rolled 2, 2, 4, 5 = 13 (4d6)

>>2463214
Rolling

Rolled 2, 5, 6, 6 = 19 (4d6)

>>2463214

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>2463214

Rolled 4, 2, 2, 6 = 14 (4d6)

>>2463214

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>2463214
uhh

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>2463214
It's never too late

>>2463279
Let's hope higher is better for whatever we're rolling for.

>>2463629
It is and we dont need any more rolls.We are doing pretty baller with that 97 but a 1 can still fuck us up. As in instagibbed dead. So better not roll any more.

>>2463511
>single handedly destroy the enemy fleet

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

>>2463214
Gimme those 6's

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>2463214
Rollan
>>2463815
Nonsense! We must always chase for the great 100's.

Rolled 1, 6, 1, 1 = 9 (4d6)

>>2463214

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>2463214

>>2465375
impressive

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>Luck in battle: 97 – Pretty damn good
>Warfare roll: 17 – Very acceptable

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bahqIFf4i8Y

Smoke if by west, bells if by east.
The fools are sailing straight into the trap.

You stand at the prow of your vessel, addressing your crew.

"Men! The Bells you hear herald our coming victory!"
"Had they sailed westwards, they might have sought shelter by heading to the open sea, but in their fear of the high seas, fear which YOU have conquered, they chose a path which will trap them and lose them their fleet."
"We are to sail from the West to encircle them and give them a thorough buggering in their rears."
"So."
You clap your hands
"Get to it. We've a fleet to sink."

The Men smile as the head to their positions and eagerly load the cannons.
"Oh, and just so everyone is clear, you're not to fire until I give command. This order comes from the top, so you know you don't want to be the one to mess this one up. Understood? Good."

You draw your sabre
"Sail me closer. I want to hit them with my sword."

Darting your way around the Island you steered far around so as not to get caught in the battle and spotted the tail of the Greyjoy fleet as it just entered the point of no return. Soon after, hundreds of ships would begin filling the void between your craft and the Greyjoy fleet.

As the fleet began to plug their escape of the Iron Fleet, you entered the battle and fulfilled your orders amicably. "Let's do a strafing run their warships. Rake as many of them as we can with the cannons before they turn."
And so, the cannons began to sing their violent chorus, ripping hole after hole in flesh and timber, heralding the coming doom with thunderous pounding ever approaching, inching closer and closer like a storm they could not escape from.

The Long Night had come
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_FpYLnNhVw

You didn't waste time in trying to sink their ships. That's what the War Galleys were there for. Instead, you knew a far more efficient tactic. By the end of this battle, your vessel would no doubt have a kill count like no other and there'd be no question who has the mightiest vessel in the Seven Kingdoms.

You knew that the primary way for sinking ships was ramming in this world. Of course, such ships required the synchronized work of hundreds of rowers to guide the ship accurately to it's target. Such vessels would immediately become crippled when raked by cannonfire.

Even if they somehow managed to prevent their crew from panicking after ten balls of lead just rip through dozens of their friends in one go, reorganizing them would take more than enough time for your comrades to position themselves as they needed.

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We had been caught in a trap.
They say the Storm God sets snares to lure ironborn to their destruction.

The Skies might be clear as day and not a drop of rain is falling from the skies, but our destruction is heralded by Thunder all the same and the Seas are not foaming in defiance as they would normally.
The Dread of Stepstones has appeared with hundreds of ships in his tail.
The rumored vessel which slew sailors by ripping their ships apart with bursts of thunder.

We are trapped, outnumbered and none can disagree the omens are bad.

"GET THE MEN BACK ON THE OARS! WE NEED TO MOVE OR WE'RE ALL DEAD LIKE THEM!"
You walked on the deck and took the Myrish lenses you had plundered off Lannisport and looked at the strange vessel coming towards your vessel and there you saw it's captain.

Young reachman with piercing blue eyes and fair brown hair, dressed on clothes decorated with skulls and birds of prey as if an envoy of the Storm God.
He was looking at your direction and pointing something towards you.

There was a flash of light followed by smoke and you retched forwards and fell down on your back.
As you felt your gut, you noticed your hand was red and coughed up blood.
The Lenses roll off the deck to the sea below as you sit in the red puddle of your own making with your insides spilling out.

Shortly afterwards the wood begins to creak as your ship collides to another, throwing you off the vessel into the cold sea. Your armor weighing you down, you sink like a stone until finally giving in, you inhale in the seawater and watch as the sun glistens through the water beautifully whilst the water muffles down the screams of men more and more as you drift down to the deeps, as if the carnage above had been all a lie.

It seems that the Drowned God has need of a lot of strong oarsmen this day.

The water is no longer so cold as it was a moment ago.
You close your eyes.

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The Battle lasted for many, many hours, but the tactic worked wonderfully and a dozen Ironborn warships met their demise by your hand before their forces broke, many heading for shore and abandoning their ships or simply jumping overboard and trying to swim away.

You even managed to take down a few captains with your rifle as well whilst your swivel guns made short work of the would be boarders on longships and your cannons easily outranged the siege weapons aboard their dedicated warhsips. The encirclement was a complete success and their formation collapsed completely as they were bogged down by crippled ships that were being hunted down ruthlessly by the War Galleys of the Royal Fleet.
Chaos and confusion was rampant amongst your foemen.

Luckily you managed to manouver without being bogged down yourself by allied ships.
Many a vessel collided on eachother intentionally and unintentionally on each side of the conflict in the chaotic clash.
Indeed, it would seem that after noticing what you were doing, certain captains on the fleet seemed make sure to steer clear out of your way, giving you room to manouver.
They probably figured that you'd make their jobs a lot easier and waited for to go for your scraps to earn glory.

All in all, you got out of this one without so much a scratch and by the end of the day, the Iron Fleet was no more. Those who didn't make it to the shore or surrender in time, were now beneath the waves, which as far as you could from what you could tell was most of them.

Such was the nature of naval warfare of the Ironborn. When a ship goes down, more often than not, it takes most warriors aboard with it. Even if most Ironborn warriors trained to swim in armor, few ever did make it far enough to be picked up.

In the end though, with your ship's aid well over a thousand lives were claimed by the sea with the sunken vessels, you're fairly certain you bagged some nobility along the way.
Whilst you couldn't tell apart the faces from the distance, you knew that Captains sailing under Greyjoy banners at head of warships tended to be either hand picked for their skill or sons of vassals with no warships of their own.

Naturally you didn't shoot at any Harlaw ships as there were plenty of ships from asshole houses to choose from. The "Respectable" Ironborn houses which your father often spoke of, ones true to the Old Way even spite the dragons.

When you saw the Stonehouse, Sparr, Tawney and Weaver colours you decided that the world wouldn't miss them and gave them a generous serving of lead as you passed them. Whether they were merely Captains serving under them or actual relatives you didn't know, but their captains are with their beloved drowned god now.

rekt

>>2465771
This. GG Balon Failjoy.

>>2465771
A Masterpiece in three parts.

Let's hope we impressed Stannis without making ourselves look like a possible threat down the road.

>>2465824
That's a good thing though. That means our skills well be in enough demand that they'd rather we don't end up someone else's pawn.

Ultimately we haven't really broken any laws. We might be considered dishonorable by some, but we are fighting Ironborn so nobody would call us out on it.
Besides, we've not broken our knightly vows just yet.

what will the family think of this achievement

>>2465867
Broken what? We have acted honorobry to our King. Smiting the filthy secessionists is looked upon kindly (nevermind Bobby B was doing the exact same thing a few years prior). Basically, we have shown our ship is the shit you need on the seas. Prognosis - imminent cashflow with a chance of land.

>>2465894 it also might mean marriage as a side effect we just became pretty much the most eligible bachelor in the Seven Kingdoms everyone and their cousin is going to try and throw their daughters at Arthur Talon

>>2465912 though we are probably going to have to deal with an arranged marriage that our Lord father cooked up

If we get married, we will lose our wizard powers tho

>>2465926 no we won't we are more than double 30 that's a double wizard powers at most we lose a single spell slot if that

>>2465936
We will become a filthy normie

>>2465915
... A marriage means wasted time from adventure and crafting. He has a heir to do that marriage thing.

But we don't really need it ATM. Not when the royal fleet and probably both the Man is and Bobby B will want us to make more sailships and boomsticks. With that we have as much money thrown at us as we want and with that we canskim enough to make our own version of the Indies Trading Company. At that point the only reason for marriage is to get a heir to the most lucrative business in westeros, and probably the only navy that can match the royal navy.

Margery and Sansa and few others are at that point the only worthy considerations, because if they do it for the navy, in case it switches over to combatant it will need a kingdom just to maintain it.

>>2465952
>the Man is
The Mannis.

Jesus fuck.

To be entirely fair, there's no practical reason why you'd need to produce an heir.
What is legacy after all to someone who has acquired immortality?

I'd go for either a fat dowry so we can start immediately investing in our hypothetical demesne or eternal bachelorhood desu

>>2466006 honestly I'm not interested in an heir I'm interested in reoccurring characters I mean the closest thing we had to an actual friend is the guy who built our boat and he's dead

>>2466020
feels bad

>>2466006
Considering it seems we go downstream of the timeline, it is unknown if we are in the same timeline or a parallel one that did not have UA in the future.

Yes I know baseless speculation on only two points but still a contingency to prepare if we want to leave some extra permanence to our endeavours.

The other hand, if we die about a dozen times we might get to either the dance or press dance of dragons....

That would be DF style fun(tm)

>>2466030
Actually qm rolls what year we revive.

>>2466072
Then its even more of a schizo situation that most defeinately has us jumping parallel timlines, else when we get into anything that is the future post any jump we will see massive divergence, once we have done things that remain for a good while or alter the course.

>>2466072
Then its even more of a schizo situation that most defeinately has us jumping parallel timlines, else when we get into anything that is the future post any jump we will see massive divergence, once we have done things that remain for a good while or alter the course, and then the points of reference would be kind of whack.

Still if we don't care about what we leave behind in this timeline beyond our initial disruption then that is no problem.

Plus if we want any heir we can just get a lysheni bedslave and use her as a broodmare with not entanglements if we don't want them.

But a highborn has money and allies in the form of her familly...

Maybe we should suggest a change in leadership in the Iron Islands. Rodrick the Reader is a reasonable fellow and the Greyjoys are clearly a bit untrustworthy. Plus, he might be a bit more willing to agree to an updated fleet. And since we didn't attack any Harlaw ships, he might be in a strong enough position that no one could really contest his claim (in the Iron Islands, not suggesting he pick a fight with Bobby B)

>>2466139

Yes to this

>>2466139
This will change the timeline heavily

...so who'll we be backing when shit hits the fan? It looks like we're ''courting'' Stannis at the moment but the Lannies have this unfortunate habit of extinguishing noble houses and granting titles to their toadies left and right, and the Mannis is kind of a cheapskate, honestly.

>>2466139
You're not exactly in the position to do so.
Even if you vouched for him, are they going to really take your word for it? You're still ultimately but a landless knight.

You might KNOW the political situation in the Iron Islands, but how could you exactly convince him that it's a good move? You don't exactly have any credibility regarding the subject and besides, Quellon Greyjoy also seemed like he was amicable towards Greenlanders.
For all he knows, House Harlaw might follow suit the moment Rodrik kicks the bucket.

Keep in mind that much of the internal politics of the Iron Islanders is only known to themselves.

Basically if you tried to tell a King how to do his job whilst so far below him in status with no actual authority on the subject matter, it'd be a pretty big Faux Pass and could be seen as an insult.

>>2466220
>Who says we need to tell the king. We could easily have a "theoretical discussion" on the subject with Ser Davos and ensure that Stannis hears about it. It's not like Ser Davos would be super tightlipped about it. Also, we should really help him learn to read and write cause he's just a great guy.

Let’s try to secure lands of our own first. Lands would mean access to men, supplies, money, and hopefully enough iron for us to start our own fleet.

We could go back to the Original plan and take over the stepstone, and than swear fealty to the King.

>>2466739
Supporting

>>2466739
Supporting, just need strong naval projection and plenty of "civilized" settlers- preferably a society that we can somewhat shape to fit our goals.

>>2466739
I don’t know what or where the step stone is but if it has plenty of access to iron and maybe black powder I’m all in.

>>2466739

I like- but we need more men and ships. If we actually succeed, we might get a Lord Paramount or Princely title out of it

>>2467120
It's a series of islands between the two main continents of Westeros and Essos which are primarily held by pirates.

Concentrations of resources are unknown but it is the primary trade route between the two continents, so a navy of our fast ships with guns could patrol, protecting - and taxing - all trade backed by fortresses that provide secure docking and resupply.

>>2467237
we'd have to do something huge to get a princely title out of it, like being instrumental in repelling fAegon or Danny

>>2467608
Fuck that lets bang the Targaryen girl so we can get a sweet dragon and put a giant cannon on its back

Plus having a dragon might help us with metallurgical experiments in trying to recreate valyrian steel or at the very least Damascus steel. Who needs bellows when you got dragon breath?

>>2467669
Well, there is wildfire, but for some reason i belive dragonfire is way more reliable and stable even with the risk of becoming a crunch chewtoy.

I wonder how old Asha Greyjoy is right now? like 14 or 15?
We could go for a long term plan on helping her take over the Iron Islands.

It also just be nice marry someone who likes being on a ship a lot.

>>2467669
That's presuming the dragons won't smell we're unnatural and go apeshit

>>2467753
More like 3 or 4

>>2467776
Ha! We could pull a Woody Allen!

>>2467753
Dacey Mormont would fit your criteria then and she's of age afaik

>>2467763 you know dragons are probably one of the things that can kill us permanently

We postpone the Stepstones until we have a base of operations, more than a couple ships and some weight behind our words. Until then, we need land with ample supplies for making ships and guns and gunpowder for the Crown (with interest, of course). To this end, the North seems decent, with an abundance of iron and other ores, so much timber we can make all the ships we want and enough privacy so our stuff is hard to steal/spy on for southern lords. At least somewhat.

Messing with the Iron Islands is pointless, since the populace will never accept us, its a den of thieves and generally leaves a bad taste in your mouth and as QM mentioned, we have no word in the matter anyway. Now, asking for some decent land up north with a Royal Stipend to set up ship production (and tinker on with our stuff) is a lot more likely to end up favourably for us. Especially considering our military exploits currently.

We should probably get that distillery thing going now that we have some political clout and (maybe) some land to set it up on, worst come to worst we can make it in our House land, it would give us a steady stream of income.

>>2467915
The only problem is that Bolton is on the east coast or well,near it. And while Manderly is the good place to go for it is going to be crownlands or stormlannds that the crown and baratheon bros will prefer, and the reach has our native and citadel connetions.

I mean, getting citadel apprentices working on the best ships around is something masters will be OK with especially with our reputation and connections, so we have already experienced workforce there. Not that the available resources and almost negligible transport costs for good wood are good, the lack of population and thus workforce may somewhat make resource costs the same...

>>2467966
Since the King, Ned and the Hand will not stick us in the Reach, Dorne, Westerlands or the Islands, the only place with ample resources and a safe environment is the North. With Honor being a big thing, we can be sure nobody will bother us until the Boltons start getting uppity, that we can prepare for. As to getting workers, a new stipend from the Crown, a piece of the budget of the Navy and the favour of the Warden of the North, not to mention honest work will take care of getting people to us. Will it be a slow start? Yes Is it the safest and most resource rich option for us? Yes

Ultimately, the North has all we need and is secure. We can think about the Stepstones when we have a fleet of our own. As to the crownlands, we will be subjected to political dicking by the capital and both it and the Stormlands dont have enough resources for us to build freely and at a big profit margin. Ultimately, like most things in the North, we will be more free to act and have less worry of the Court ding things to us.

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The Credit for the Victory was granted to the Master of ships Stannis Baratheon, whom had commanded the Fleet during this battle whilst the King himself stood back, measured the approach of the coming forces and eventually triggered the trap by his own hand, proceeding then to watch the ensuing carnage that would take place on the straits.

As he oversaw the battlefield from his tower with his lenses, there was one rather eyecatching ship in particular that very much stood out amongst the rest, a relatively small vessel that seemed to be a fair bit faster than any other craft in the fleet. Whilst it had great sails for it's size, it's hull was maybe a third at best of the standard warships of the iron fleet.

The Small ship's thunderous pounding could be heard all the way to the castle as it unleashed it's alien weaponry upon the hapless Iron fleet, ripping holes into the rears of the enemy vessels as it passed by them. The Damage it had done was clearly visible in the oars that went limp each time it fired it's salvo as it crippled one warship after another, softening up many for Stannis' War Galleys to ram before finally disengaging from battle.

"Whose colors are those?"
He points at the vessel flying a twin headed aquila from it's mast that's disengaging as the larger ships engage in a melee.
"I don't know your grace."
The King shakes his head at disapproval
"Well fetch Pycelle then. GO! Your king want to know whose ship it is!"
The Page rushes downstairs panickingly as the King raises the lenses once again to survey they battle.

"HAHAA! YES! Well struck Stannis!"
He watches from his lenses as the Fury manages to turn in on a mighty longship with Greyjoy colours that was closing in on a clear boarding manouver, but instead the Fury's ram bites into the belly of the craft, sending men flying as it suddenly starts to stop and fill with water as the vessel reverses.

The Boy returns with the Grand Maester in tow
"You summoned me my liege?"
He points towards the small craft flying under the Aquila
"Whose ship is that?"
The Old Maester borrows the
"I believe it's Ser Arthur Tallon's ship. The Long Night I think he calls it."
"That man with the maps and weird clothes?"
"Yes, I believe that is correct. He caused quite the stirr in the Citadel when his vessel first launched."
The King smiles
"I'd imagine. I bet the old farts pissed themselves in fear with that sort of racket."
He waves away the Maester
"I will talk to him personally when the battle is over. Send him word to make port when he drops his anchor."
"Yes your grace."

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After a full day's worth of killing, you and your men were exhausted.
You must have shot at least 30 volleys during that fight and a fair few shots too from the swivel guns on the longships you came upon.

The Men were pretty tired by the end and glad to finally get out of the carnage.
From what you could tell, that's the only thing that was affecting them. The Men weren't particularily stressed out from the killing work oddly enough.

Perhaps they felt justified? Perhaps it was the smoke and the distance that shielded them from any would be psychological trauma? Perhaps they were just robust lads that expected this much. Either way, they were now officially war veterans.

Lieutenant Bodrin was addressing the men absolutely extatic of the performance.
"Outstanding work lads! Zero dead or wounded! Downright fantastic! You even fattened up the fish in the straits enough to make sure the fisheries in this region will have enough food to last through next the winter too!"

You smile and and agree with your second in command.
"I'll certainly drink to that."
As you were about to order the men to break out the victory wine from the hold, one of them speaks out.
"Ser! Skiff approaching us on starboard. It's the King's Herald."
"Lower the ladders lads. Let's see what he wants."
The Stout man on his fancy silken clothing climbs aboard the ship and looks at you and your odd clothing.
"Ser Arthur Tallon?"
"I am."
"You are given orders you to make port at once. The King wishes to speak with you."
"Allright then. Lieutenant Bodrin, ready the lads! Boatswain Dan, take us to port."
"Aye aye Captain."
Boatswain Dan starts yelling commands to the sailors.
"RAISE THE ANCHOR! LOWER THE SAILS! WE HEAD TO PORT!"
After your vessel starts moving, Lieutenant Bodrin starts screaming orders at the men.
"TUCK YOUR DAMN SHIRT IN! TRIM YOUR MOUSTACHE! FOR FUCKS SAKE TOM DO YOU WANT THE KING TO MISTAKE YOU FOR A DUNG FARMER? WASH YOUR FUCKING FACE!"

The Crew did their best to hastily clean themselves up and make themselves semi-presentable to receive the King.

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Making port, the dock was swarming with retainers of the King, guards, servants and sycophants alike. Mind you, those three are not mutually exclusive terms.

The Faircastle port was not so expansive that it could host the whole of Redwyne fleet, let alone the Royal Navy's forces. Thus only ships that could make port at the time would have to do so with special permission, elsewise you'd need to drop anchor and row to the shore if you needed something from land.

You could roughly guess why your ship was invited to make port instead of you being simply being told to row to the shore. You had caught the curiosity of the King.

Once the ship's ropes had been fastened and the ramp was lowered, the herald, which took the liberty of remaining aboard your vessel for the return journey, pulled out his horn and began to play the royal fanfare, joined by three more heralds waiting by the docks.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08T6Y7Sm_Eg

"His Majesty King Robert Baratheon, first of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First men, Lord of Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm and Lord Paramount of Stormlands."

The King walked through the docks past the sycophantic taggers along in his Wargear on his magnificently crafted full plate armor that seemed to fit him just right and with his Warhammer Hammer hanging from his belt.

Clearly he hadn't gotten too fat yet as he could still fit in the damn thing, though instead of his horned helmet, he was wearing his crown so you could see his face.
His hair was heavy, black and thick whilst his eyes were bright blue unlike the actor they got to play him in the TV show and he was tall, looking like a proper warrior king in his armor at least. Hell, he even made the kingsguard that accompanied him look like manlets.

As the fanfare began playing, everyone kneeled for their king, save his guards and he made his way to your ship.

He stood now in front of you as you were kneeling and flicked his fingers to signal you to raise up.
"Your grace."
"You made quite a lot of noise out there."
"My apologies your grace, I shall try to kill them more quietly next time."
His lips tense up as he snorts before bursting into laughter
"BWAHAHA! Gods that'd be rich, a King complaining that his battles are too loud!"
"Anyhow, I saw your ship in the field and how it made the Ironborn piss themselves and figured that I might have a job for you, but first, show me your trick. I want to see it first hand and close by."
"Very well my King, Gopher! A Powder charge to a swivel gun and some wax plugs for the king and his guards. NOW!"
"Ser! Yes Ser!"
The Apprentice sprinted down to the hold and returned posthaste with the requested goods.
"Right, your grace if you'd follow me..."

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You slap on one of the swivel guns on the deck and begin the sales speech.
"The Way these things work is simple. The Black Powder, which I've got right here." You hold out the powder cartridge.
"This thing is rammed into this tube and once you ignite the powder, whatever you stuck into the tube afterwards is gonna come out really, REALLY fast."

Jaime looks at it with a smug dislike on his face.
"It's just like wildfire in another form then? Save you stick it in a tube?"
Your eyebrow twitches at the comment and you decide to show him that you're not like those hack alchemists that can't keep their explosives stable and throw the cartridge at his feet and it plops on the deck harmlessly.
"What?"
"If that was wildfire, we'd all be dead right now."
You pick up the cartridge again.

"This stuff is stable. Wildfire is not. Wildfire Lingers, this stuff does not. This kills by sending balls of metal flying at them. Wildfire kills by melting the skin off people."

You pick up a lead ball from one of the ammo boxes next to the swivel gun and load the weapon, plucking a hole into the cartridge through the ignition hole and pouring some extra powder into it from a horn.

"The Only difference between this and a trebuchet or a catapult is that this thing can be carried and operated by single man."

You bow to King Robert
"The weapon is ready to fire your Grace at your command."
"I shall try it personally."
"As you will your grace. Just point it at whatever you wish to make a fist sized hole into and ignite the powder."

He grabs the handle at the end and moves the gun around a bit.
"Well balanced for a lump of iron."
"Thank you your grace."

He takes the igniter, which was just a burning matchcord at the end of a stick and makes it touch the powder after aiming fairly high.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g9oyyhERRaE

The Gun yanks back with a loud bang and a puff of smoke and after a second or so, there's a satisfying plunk in the distance whilst the King has a smile on his face.

"Bloody hell that's loud. It's decided then, you and your guns, you'll be coming with me to help take Pyke Ser Arthur, how do you like that? Fighting on your King's side?"
"I'm more than fine with that."

He shakes your hand
"Good man."

>Give me another 4d6 and 1d100 to see how that goes for you

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>2468034

Rolled 1, 4, 1, 5 = 11 (4d6)

>>2468034

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>2468034

Rolled 2, 3, 4, 6 = 15 (4d6)

>>2468034
Good shit man

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>2468034
Thanks for running this btw, it's quite enjoyable

Rolled 1, 2, 3, 4 = 10 (4d6)

>>2468034

Rolled 1, 3, 2, 4 = 10 (4d6)

>>2468039
>>2468034

Rolled 4, 2, 6, 5 = 17 (4d6)

>>2468034

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>2468034

A 15 and a 75.
Above average, at least. Could be worse.

>>2468098
Well the 75 is pretty good and the 15 isn't too bad either, that plus the guns and I think we impressed Robbert.

>>2468106
>>2468034
>>2468032
Well he is the fucking warlord of westeros not just the warrior, he'd know good product when he sees it and its performance.

Might even get this worked into a conversation post war, addressing him as such.

Kings are given power they are expected, the Warlord is the one who takes it and wields it no matter what anyone else might say. Thus we could argue we should call him our warlord. He'd get a kick out of that personal promotion from someone he likes, if we buddy him a bit. Might even get a quip in alone to see that he remains the warlord and not become some fat or shriweled king.

If he asks us more have it expanded to that our war leader being incapacitated to be a warleader and commander would be terribly embarrassing and a moralle hit to the troops, that we perhaps do or do not mention we are also included and all his vassals...

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>>2468158

Let’s just make the goddam distillery, I am sure Robert will appreciate strong alcohol.

>>2468158
King is above Warlord in terms of titles.
Wildling chieftain with a couple of hundred warriors can be called a warlord.

Let's get friendly with our generous and benevolent King Robert

>>2468709
Lets give him that deep dick

is there no archives for threads 9-12?
Just finished thread 8 in the archives and I can't find the next one.

>>2469390
A shame that they weren't saved, but there's always the initial summary of the threads to give context.

>>2469390
The Threads 9-12 are there, the Archive titles just restarts counting from 1 after the first death, but because they're not all archived by the same person, the 9th thread of this run was titled as 13th thread due to it being the 13th thread in the series.

>>2469684
This is why QMs should archive their own threads. I don't know why a lot of you refuse to do that.

>>2469761
I did archive all the threads up to the 13th one.

>>2467776

I went and checked and she was born in either 275 or 276 and its 289 so shes either 13 or 14 so you know... less creepy I guess.

>>2469684
Okay finished catching up
Fucking great stuff Aerys, great stuff
This almost makes me want to start reading the books. Almost.

I probably should bump up your warfare level now since you did gather experience in escort duty, took part in a major military action and studied the subject a bit in Oldtown.

>Congratulation! Your bonus dice on Warfare evolves into Warfare rank 4!

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> Your guns once again make a contribution towards victory.

It had been approximately one month after the battle at Fair Isle.

Supplies were taken in abundance as were needed from the locals. Robert had commended you for marking Ironborn breweries and grazing islands on the map as well. Thanks to that, the army had no want for beer or goat meat.

Parts of the Royal navy were still busy placing the most important Ironborn sailing routes on lockdown, but overall the major houses in the Isles had all but capitulated, showing no signs of resistance.

The Initial plan had been to wait for Ned Stark and the Northern reinforcements before storming the beach, howevelr that plan had gone out of the window when Tywin Lannister had arrived with his levies. He pressured him for a few days to borrow some warships to assist him in the landing.

Can you guess whose ship was on that list?

You had been summoned once again to the King's tent, though not for drinking this time.
"Arthur! Come sit down, have a snifter and listen."
"I've some work for you and your crew. My father-in-law, the great and mighty Tywin Lannister has been bothering me nonstop about moving on to taking the Pyke. Now, I was going to wait until Ned arrived, but he's been rather insistent."
The King takes a fair three gulps of wine from his cup before continuing
"I figured that we need to secure the landing site anyhow, he however needs my warships to get this shit done, so I'm sending you in to help towards that end along with ten more ships. You're to make sure Lannister men get on land. Whatever happens after that is out of your hands."
"As you will it."

Watching banners of the Lannister transports, you could tell immediately why the King had said that it was out of your hands when they touched the ground.
Few men didn't know the Clegane banners by now.
It was evident that Tywin was out for revenge. Lordsport would burn this day.

Damn shame.
The Botleys didn't deserve this. Even if Lordsport was at times a haven for pirates, smugglers and cutthroats, Lord Sawane was one of the few ironborn that saw benefits of commerce and greenlander learning.

Still, knowing that moneygrubber, he's probably long since skipped town with his family and treasures. Being friends with smuggler cartels has its perks in times like this after all.

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https://youtu.be/2NnUve9xS10

Cannonballs ripped through the defenders without mercy, causing them to retreat further inland relatively quickly.
The Stronghold of the Botleys was an impressive construct of timber and wattle, overseeing the coming and going of the ships at the port.

Unfortunately your ship was a Natural enemy of such budget defenses.
The Siege weapons they had overlooking the docks up in the wooden ramparts were kept pinned down by your weapons as the Lannister men rushed to the docks under the cover of Robert's warships as you kept the enemy siege weapons silent.

The Landing had been largely uncontested save for the occasional arrowfire suffered from skirmishers a bit furher in the town and occasionally from a few archers in the stronghold itself.

However, the Mountain and his butchers did not much care thanks to their armor and proceeded to slaughter anyone in their path, nailing down locked buildings as they went.
What they were planning was quite obvious at this point.

In their wake they had a squad of men hauling a spitfire with them. A Small catapult designed to haul burning or boiling oil as well as the occasional wildfire flask at it's target.

As they made their way through the town towards the entrance of the fortress, you could hear panicked screams from inside of the stronghold. They were clearly rallying in on the other side to try and prevent what was coming.

From the smoke coming from the other side of the fort, you could tell this was a failure. Soon you'd see smoke rising all over the town as the Mountain proceeded to set the whole town on fire by torch and burning oil before returning to the ship with women they had taken from the town as his men were laughing wickedly with stolen booty.

As you watched this, you had half a mind to intervene.
To turn your ship's weapons on him and tell him to give his spoils to you or you'll kill them all.

The Question is whether or not you did so.

> Demand the Mountain relinquishes his spoils or you'll force his men back into the inferno they created?
> Y/N?

>>2470079
>N
If we mess with the timeline too much we won't be able to profit from future tourneys.

>>2470079
Yes. Threaten to have his knightship relinquished as well. Wanton slaughter is not good morals or business famalam.

(We might be court marshalled or some shit, but I fucking hate the mountain.)

>>2470079
>Y

Fuck the mountain

>>2470083
Technically knighthood cannot be relinquished.
Those vows are for life and false knights are to be hunted down and killed by true knights as far as the old customs are concerned.

>>2470089
Perfect.

Were still gonna be in deep shit by killing him tho.

>>2470079
>Y

>>2470079
>N

>>2470080
Switching to Y. Mannis better appreciate us taking a stand against a Lord Paramount.

>>2470091
>implying we can kill him

The Mountain is a wild beast, an animal at the call of others. We would only make them enemies, they would only get a new beast. Ending him now doesn't serve us. If you dislike the slaughter, take out his masters.

>>2470079
N

>>2470079
N

>>2470079
>Y

>>2470079
> Y
We reacher man, we take knight shit serious. False knight gets blasted after innocents are rescued.

Yeah its a bold move but it does weaken Tywin somewhat and makes us liked by everyone who dislikes the mountain, the more the better, plus t
Tywin knows the mountain was always going to be a disposable tool eventually when some Cornish have had it and simply assassinate him via endless contract spam or something similar like a trial by combat with a big name.

>>2470079
> Y

Get the prestige and the knowledge that the Mountain aint shit. Also, start carrying around an extra-large pistol from now on...

>>2470079
>Y
not even out of morality, I just think the mountain is a fucking cunt

>>2470079
> Y
He is a false knight, he must be struck down! (with bullets)
The Seven wills it!!

>>2470136
Dual colts when?

>>2470181
ASAP

>>2470079
>Y
lets see how big a hole we can puch trought the mountain

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Looks like you're fucking with the mountain then.

>>2470208
We gonna snipe that fucker's head off.

I hope for the Lannister that they don’t try to get back at us for this.
‘Cause we can hold a grudge, and we are fucking immortal.

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>Hatred of Savagery activated

Your face turns into a scowl of utter contempt.
Fucking raping, pillaging, thieving savage scum. Every. Fucking. Lifetime. Why should I tolerate them? Unlearned Illiterate cunts, murdering whoresons, self satisfied marauders and a cancer upon society...
No, I'll not put up with this shit.

"Bodrin. Order the Marines to be ready at my command. Dan, order the men to fire the cannons at my command. This will not stand."
"But Ser..."
"DID I FUCKING STUTTER LIEUTENANT OR SHALL I SHOOT YOU FOR INSUBORDINATION!?"
"-No sir! I'll ready the men."

You stand tall and grab a cone.
"Gregor Clegane! This is Ser Arthur Tallon! Captain of the Long Night! I am hereby sequestering all the plunder and hostages you have collected on behalf of the Royal Fleet!"
There was laughter amongst the troops as the Mountain ignored your orders.

One of his lackeys stepped forth and shouts back at you
"Ser Arthur, we was just following Lord Tywins orders and by the King's Law, Ser Clegane as a knight has the right to collect as much plunder as he should wish! And to collect any such hostages he should wish for ransom."

"The Royal Fleet carried this military operation! Hand over your plunder and hostages to us!"
"Oh I see, the little knight wants his cut! Well then..."
He throws down the woman he was carrying on his shoulder and cuts her throat.
"How's that for your cut? She's still nice and warm too."

"Bodrin, my rifle."
He loads it and offers it to you.
"INSUBORDINATION IS PUNISHABLE BY DEATH!"
You take aim and with a crack of thunder and a puff of smoke, you put a hole straight through his breastplate, right into the heart and he puts his hand to his chest for a moment before falling down
"You... fucker..."

The Mountain throws down his booty booty sack, draws his massive greatsword along with his men whilst you stare him down.
"GUNS AT THE READY! MARINEEES PRESENT!"
At your command, the cannons popped from their hatches facing at the Mountain. Ser Cregor Clegane was right now staring at the barrels of 10 Cannons, 40 Muskets and 8 Swivel guns, all loaded and primed.

Neither side was making a move.
Many of Gregor's men were looking quite nervously behind them. He couldn't advance down the pier. He couldn't retreat into the burning town either. He still tries to stare you down, probably thinking thinking if there's a way he could get to you and kill you.

"RRRRAAAAAAAAAARGHHH!"
He throws his Greatsword at your ship and it sticks on the side of your vessel.

That goes into the book of grudges.

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He then proceeds to spit on his dropped plunder and walk into his ship whilst being stared down by your gunmen. Looks like Ser Gregor might be a raging psychopath, but he's not stupid enough to try and fight against you in this situation.

His men follow suit, throwing down whatever women or booty they had carried and spitting on them whilst leaving them behind, audibly declaring their discontent over this developement whilst showing you handsigns about cutting your throat.

Once they were all aboard, you gave order to one of the other warships to pick up the spoils as you kept your guns trained on the lumbering psychopath's vessel.

Whilst they collected the women and the plunder, Gregor returned from the bowels of his ship with a screaming, crying man, dragging him by his head.
"PLEASE NO! PLEASE! PLEASE! HAVE MERCY!"
The Mountain lifts the man above his head and breaks his back across his knee.
"AAARRGHHH!"
He then pulls out an axe, hacks the man's head off, raises it to his eye level as he looks at you.
He points the head and then he points at you from his ship before throwing the corpse overboard and mounting the head on a spike.

You elegantly extend your fist towards his diraction, rotate it 90 degrees and gracefully extend a middle-finger whilst making the most smuggest smile you could possibly make at him.
"U Mad bro?"
You doubt he could hear what you said as his ship was rowing off, no doubt to tattle on you for being such a dastardly rogue alchemist.

Still, kept your distance and guns trained to his vessel, ready to rip it apart if he did something stupid.

"Captain are you sure that was wise? He's Tywin Lannister's bannerman. You could get arrested, maybe even killed!"
"I'm certain it wasn't wise but I'd be an oathbreaker elsewise. If you've to blame anyone, then blame the gods for putting him in my path. Come, let us deliver our Captives and plunder to our Grand Admiral, Prince Stannis himself."

After hooking up with the rest of the fleet, you immediately made your way to Fury, Stannis' flagship and requested permission to come aboard, which was promptly granted and upon entering the craft, you were disarmed and brought to Stannis.
"Ser Arthur. I've heard reports from Lannister men that you've turned traitor and started shooting at our allies on your first command of a fleet and abused your authority to steal their plunder. What have you to say about that?"
You bow before Lord Stannis
"I'm only following the directives of the Royal Navy and my oaths as a Knight. As such, I've come to report to you of the plunder I've lawfully seized from Gregor Clegane and his men."

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"Lawfully? So you did seize it then?"
"Yes, I've recovered the women whom by my judgement must have been captured as slaves, since the Mountain's men torched anyone and everyone in the town who could pay ransom for them. Additionally as this was a Royal Fleet operation that I was in command of, I took the liberty to sequester our share of the plunder they collected as was only right."

He narrows his eyes and taps at his table with his fingers.
"Slavery is illegal in Westeros. That is a very serious accusation. Not baselessly made accusation, but a serious one nonetheless. And then? How much did you claim as your share?"
"100%"

He blinks while studying your face.
"I believe it was only fair my prince, seeing that all that Clegane's men did was chase some peasants around and throw torches. The Royal Fleet disabled the siege weaponry of the fortress, expending it's limited ammunition and secured the perimeter for the landing and departure of the ground forces."
"Is that so?"
"And furthermore they squandered the good work we did softening up a perfectly good fortified base by setting it on fire. It could have been fairly easily been taken with the forces they had. Few men were defending it and those that were, cowered before the thunder of guns."

He leans forward and crosses his fingers, locking eyes with you.
"And then the last question. Did you shoot at his men?"
You step forward and look him dead in the eye.
"I killed a man for insubordination. This much was correct."
"And what crime did this man do to deserve to be summarily executed?"
"Committing a murder of a woman without being ordered to. Presuming to talk to his superior as if I were his equal without leave to do so. Drawing a weapon after refusing the order to stand down."

He taps his fingers on his desk while looking at you, annoyed at this development
"I'll check the story with the other captains as well as with the men aboard their vessels. Until then, I am placing under arrest. You are my prisoner now. Men, lock him to the cage until further notice."

and so, you were taken into the bowels of Stannis' ship where you awaited as they conducted their investigation and you thought of what will happen.

In the worst case, should they try to pin this all on you and there's no justice to be had, there's still two possible options in the case of an emergency. Trial by Combat and of course, taking the black. Of course, you're a man of no small amount of prestige.

You've many a maester vouching for your character and your family does hold a fair bit more prestige than the Mountain does. You come from a long line of honorable knights with no scandal to your record whilst the Mountain is a known murderer of babes and women.

You at least hope the Master of ships holds you in high regard, but even if Stannis has doubts of you, the King does at least see your value. You did give him the map on the Isles. You've sunk many a ship for him. You hope that's enough to clear you of charges.

>To be continued...?

We are officially persona non grata with the Lannisters. On the bright side, we've just improved our reputation with everyone else (i.e. Dorne, the Reach, the smallfolk, etc)

>>2470279
even a lot of the lannister's sworn men and a couple of family members personally will probably have some respect for us for this. The mountain is just that much of an asshole. Anyone that stands up to him and gets away with it is basically a man's man.

>>2470274
...wait we claimed everything? That seems a bit much. 'Temporarily Confiscate' is a much better set of words to use.

>>2470288
Bingo. We basically declared that we don't take shit from underlings, even if that underling does have Lannister backing. This will raise our stocks in the eyes of the Northmen (HONOUR), Stannis, and... the Martells.

Wait, we're Reachmen. They're supposed to hate us! Awkward.

>>2470306
We could be a middle man between the crown/reach and the dornish in any substantual negotiation if we put our minds to it.

>>2470306
meh, technically we'll be northeners soon, so I think the Martells will be cool with us specifically. Especially Oberyn, odds are we'll be his favorite foreign noble when he hears what we pulled.

>>2470288
At any rate, we've certainly widdled in Gregor's Cheerios good & proper, and pooped in his soup for good measure. I don't think he's the 'forgive & forget' type, and I suppose the Lanisters will at least have to put on a front of being offended since he's one of their men.

Let us apologize to Tywin while completely ignoring Clegane, might make him even madder.

>>2470338
Obviously the correct choice, all the while with a hand close to the handle of a gun.

>>2470338
We should also subtly imply that if he doesn’t keep his mad beast clegane under control, we will not hesitate to put it down.

>>2470272
That fucker damaged our ship. I demand compensation.

>>2470864
In blood. Of course.

We will need to invest in some heavy duty armor piercer personal weaponry. The fucking fucker wears abnormally thick plate armour, most likely to resist our pistols, and if we have to fight him close in one hand will be used by our saber to at least try and foil his swigs...

Grenades are sadly not a option imho since it might get us in the blast zone.

Soo a blunderbuss

how feasible would rifling, minie balls and percussion caps be

>>2470864
>"See, it says right here in the book of grudges that-"
>"What in Seven Hells are you on about?"
>"Hm? Do you not have a book of grudges?"
>"Do I look petty enough to keep track of every minor slight against me?"
>"Yes, and that motherfucker scuffed the paint on my ship."
>"You expect me to compensate you for these "damages"?"
>"I WANT HIS HEAD FOR DAMAGING THE CAPITAL SHIP OF THE EMPIRIUM OF MAN!"

>>2471139
We've been barking up the percussion cap tree since just before our previous death, we just haven't had the time to solidly sit and work on our alchemy / chemistry enouh yet.

>>2471139
Done, done and not for a while yet.

>>2470272 question do we pronounce it lieutenant or left-tenant I mean I know we've probably picked up a westerosi / English accent but I think you said we used to be American did we preserve the French / American pronunciation when we introduced the word lieutenant or did we use the English/ Imperium pronunciation

>>2471119 a blunderbuss is just a musket with an extra wide mouth and shorter Barrel so that it's easier to load while on horseback

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>>2470272 the day we truly became a commissar. The pic is clearly taken from the mountains perspective during the battle

We back?

>>2471953
We back

Lies, no one is posting in this thread.

its actually nice being in a slower thread.
Allows me a good chance to catch up and play along even when working long shifts

>>2472005
I was trying to, but I kept getting error messages about 'connectivity error' and 'upload failed'.

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>>2472262
seems fine now

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Bored out of your mind you've spent couple of days in the brig, and you keep on banging your bucket to the floor in a steady tune.
"Hazumm zumm! zumm! zumm! Grudge and Vengeance! Wrath and Strife! We march into the afterlife!~"

"You make it sound like they're planning on putting you to death."
"Well I'll sing something else then shall I?
You turn around in your cell and see a familiar face of Ser Davos.
"Nice to see a friendly face Ser Davos. So, what's the news? Am I to be beheaded? Sent to the Wall? Fed to the sharks? Oh! Don't tell me, let me guess... Crucifixion! We haven't had one of those in a while."
"You've a morbid sense of humor Ser Arthur. Here."
He offers you a basket with a fair bit of jerky, bread, salt and wine.
You immediately grab a strip of meat and start munching.
"Just trying to make conversation here. Thanks for the grub by the way. I appreciate it."
"You're welcome there's some candles, quills, ink and parchment there as well."
"Fucking ace man."

As you go through the basket Ser Davos shuffles a bit in place, wondering how to broach the subject

"There's been talk about what's to be done with you."
You put down the basket and look at the knight with missing fingers.
"Go on."
"Lords Stannis has been defending your case fervently, even going so far as to demand the Mountain's arrest, but King Robert has thus far turned him down."
"Figures."
"The Issue has garnered a bit of attention amongst the men as well. Rumors of you standing up to the Mountain's atrocities have become popular gossip."
"Hah! Nice! That all then?"
"Not quite. Lord Eddard Stark and the King's Hand Jon Arryn have arrived recently as well and gotten involved in the case."
"Bit of a high profile argument over a plunder dispute isn't it? So, any idea what they have to say on the matter?"

He furrows his brow
"From what I heard from Stannis, Lord Eddard Stark stood behind your claim on this dispute. Stating that the Mountain was obviously in the wrong and that you acted with honor however..."
"I take it the Hand didn't agree then?"
"Not quite. Stannis was absolutely furious over the matter, but the hand wishes to sweep the problem under the rug.
Lord Stannis told me that the Hand's plan was that the plunder should be seized by the crown to discourage further disputes over looting rights and that neither side would be put on trial."
"and what's the King's take on this?"
"I hear he is favoring towards the Hand's advice in this. It was bit of a hassle, but still, it seems you saved those women."
You raise your wineskin towards him with a triumphant look on your face.

hmm...
There's one thing you could do to REALLY throw a wrench in their plans though.
You could demand a trial by combat.

> "Ser Davos, tell Lord Stannis that I request a week of recuperation from my imprisonment, preferably with an access to a forge and a trial by Combat."
> "Who am I to stand against the King's will? Here's to fucking the mountain and getting away with it."
> write-in

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>>2473086
>> "Ser Davos, tell Lord Stannis that I request a week of recuperation from my imprisonment, preferably with an access to a forge and a trial by Combat."
Assuming we can use our personal muskets this should be piss easy
What could go wrong?

>>2473086
> "Who am I to stand against the King's will? Here's to fucking the mountain and getting away with it."

>>2473086

> "Who am I to stand against the King's will? Here's to fucking the mountain and getting away with it."

We will get the bastard in time. We can’t do much more as we are right now...we aren’t really that good of a fighter.

>>2473086
> "Who am I to stand against the King's will? Here's to fucking the mountain and getting away with it."

Can't bully him if he is dead.
Besides, it's a great show if he hesitates pulling a trial by combat on us.

>>2473086
> "Who am I to stand against the King's will? Here's to fucking the mountain and getting away with it."

>>2473086
>"Who am I to stand against the King's will? Here's to fucking the mountain and getting away with it."
What do we gain by killing him? Nothing really. More likely, we get the ire of the Lannisters, whereas now we have their grudging respect. Also, as >>2473152 mentioned, the fact that he doesnt demand one either speaks volumes. Also also, we basically won this encounter. Even if we get 0 loot we gained an assload of respect all over Westeros.

>>2473086 trial by combat fuck the mountain fuck his savagery fuck him in his false Knight face with a fucking sword

>>2473086
>1 week forge and duel
>shut up and let the issue be swept under the rug

Hmmh. Can we get something that will get through double thicknesses plate?

Because bulletproof was the standard for plate once guns showed up, so that is not hard for current blacksmiths to pull of if they are good. And one can bet the one who made the double thick plate for the mountain was of some skill...

We would need some seriously overpowered gun since we can not risk it on a headshot, and that might risk exploding in our hand if we don't get it right and no chance for a retry.

Hmmhh.

and now for something completely different

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> Some time ago at the Citadel

"Rest in peace Archmaester Ruger, you fat, pompous piece of shit."

You watched as the silent sisters carried the corpulent form of the bloated Maester from the Citadel.
The Old fart apparently had taken a nap in the library and not woken up from it. Good riddance.

Many Initiates and Acolytes were looking at the spectacle solemnly from the distance whilst the body was being moved.
It was not often you saw your tutors die.

"You think things will now return the way they used to Andres?"
"We shall see Simos. His faction is still around and they're likely to fight for their position on keeping on the presses as long as they have friends in the conclave."

The two of you turn around, walking the courtyard of the Citadel, enjoying the scent of the freshly grown herbs in the summer sun whilst walking towards the lunching area.

"Any idea who is actually going to be put in charge of the printers now that the Archmaester is dead?"
"There's a bit of a dispute on that matter I hear. You've some members on his faction arguing that they should go to his friend in the Conclave as per his will, but there's also those who oppose this, making a claim that the Printers belong to the next Archmaester of carpentry after him."
You roll your eyes
"With no shortage of candidates to take over the Archmaester's vile work no doubt?"
"Right, and if we go with that, we'll be likely to end up with a barely competent carpentry teacher."

You sigh
"What a damned mess. I trust there is no sign of finding that metal the knightling used either?"
"They have few leads and presume it might have come from Qarth but there's no way to verify. He doesn't leave a paper trail from his transactions, moves all over the place and his family and acquaintances seem oblivious to his doings, however... I don't see this feud lasting too long."

"How come?"
"We still outnumber both of the claimant factions put together. I foresee, no. I hope that the presses will be claimed by the Conclave and used only under their permission."
"Should just be rid of them. A Maester abandons his right to heirs or land with his oaths. It's only right that he should maintain some way of funding his studies without greedy inkbeaters stealing our hard earned money on a whim."

The Smell of freshly cooked soup wafted in the air with a spicy, yet creamy scent. The Freshly fatty seafood let out a telltale odor of warmth as the as the robed men gathered on lines with cups to receive their share of the oily broth.

"I know you've been on the receiving end of their bullying more than once. However, it's not the tools one should fault but the wielder.
Despite Ruger's misdeeds, the contraptions themselves have been greatly helpful to the convlave in keeping contact with the Maesters across the continent."
You shrug with grumble
"Hrm."

>>2473086
> "Who am I to stand against the King's will? Here's to fucking the mountain and getting away with it."

>>2473086
>> "Who am I to stand against the King's will? Here's to fucking the mountain and getting away with it."

>>2473086
"it was never about the loot anyway"

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>At Horn hill...

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"Here's to another Victory over the Ironborn!"
"Here's to your son Lord Bryen and his baptism by fire! Were that my son showed half the steel he had his age."

Courier had brought word from the Redwyne fleet.
The Greyjoy's rebellion seemed to be one failure after another. He had failed to take the Rock. He had failed to take Seagarde and now his fleet had been sunk by the king's brother, Prince Stannis Baratheon.

"Thank you Lord Tarly, I'm sure your son will grow to fit his role with time."
"As do I. The Time to take him to his first hunt grows nigh and he still remains afraid of the sight of blood."
"Seems fairly normal to me my Liege. He is but 6 years of age and besides, that's what the first hunt is for isn't it? To toughen him up and correct such tendencies."

"True, true. But when I put YOUR son through it, he had no problems taking down a stag or five. Gods we feasted well after that day."
He takes a swig from his goblet
"Still, twenty Ironborn warships taken down with a single ship and being commended by the King for it no less!"
"Gods now there's a son to be proud of! Smart, Headstrong, fought like a demon even as a boy and with an aim with a bow that didn't fall short of my own archers..."

He puts a pice of venison into his mouth
"Your other son too, the day we fought at Ashford, I still remember that glorious victory. He might not be as sharp as your other one, but by the Gods he is strong like a bull and full of guts. The Very Image of the Warrior made flesh. Your bloodline is running strong, you even managed to produce twins."

"Thank you my liege. You honor me with your words."
"So. How have you been settling at Copperhall? Decent bit of land isn't it?"
"Very well, thank you for asking. There's far more room to breathe in there than at Knight's refuge. My wife has managed to lure a craftsman to open a weavery there and my son's friends from the Citadel have been showing up every now and then offering sage advice on making the soil more fertile to the end that even if the mines run dry, the smallfolk will have something to fall back on."

Lord Tarly smiles, clearly satisfied
"I'm glad to hear it. Very glad to hear it.
Lord Bryen, I've been good to you haven't I?
I've uplifted your house and kept the grubby hands of the Tyrells off from your family's fortune."
"There's no question about that. My house is forever indebted to you and yours for that."

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Lord Tarly puts his right hand on the Old Knight's shoulder
"I'd have you repay that debt then. I want one of your children for my house. We'll link our families in marriage. What do you say?"

The Old Knight thinks for a while, clearly wanting to agree, but he knows his wife doesn't like these sort of sudden developments.
"I'd like that, but this isn't something planned in a day."
"So, am I to take that as a yes or no?"
He is clearly struggling with words. These sort of games were not his forte. He just came to celebrate the victory, not make marriage plans.
"It's a yes, but..."
"But?"
"We need to discuss the matter of a bethrothal further at a later date and I need to plan this with my family first and foremost. There's a bit of an age difference between your children and mine and..."
Lord Tarly gives the man a pat in the back
"Good. Good! We'll discuss of a suitable match at a later date then. Perhaps after we win this war, we'll have a meeting then?"
"As you will it my Lord."

"I think either of your elder sons is fine. The Youngest was going to be a Septon wasn't he? Oh, and if the gods give you another daughter, that'd work fine as well. Your daughter is a bit too old for my sons though."
"I... I'll see what I can do about it."

"Good man."

>>2473383
oh fuck.
I sense a raven in our near future

>>2473383
Is margery born yet?

>>2473383
shame we're married to the sea

>>2473427
I agree, boat is best waifu, but maybe if we could find a woman with a similar appreciation for boats that we have we could get along.

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>>2473430
Sounds like Lord Tarly's crotch-droppings are still pretty young. I doubt we'll be getting a 'woman' at all; more likely to be pic related.

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> Meanwhile at the hall of Justice Friends!

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The King had summoned his brother over a dispute that happened between one of the Bannermen of Tywin Lannister and a Captain of Stannis' fleet.

Flanked by his hand, Jon Arryn and his good friend, Eddard Stark, he visibly unhappy.
"Stannis, one of your men killed one of my father-in-law's bannermen."

"He was outhbound to kill all of them as a Knight and as a Captain of the Royal Fleet. My fleet doesn't consort with slavers and rapers, it puts them to the sword."
Robert's began to raise his voice in annoyance
"Seven hells Stannis, soldiers rape in war. Get over it."
"This wasn't during the battle it was after it. I spoke to the Captains and to the Sailors! The Mountain and his men were stealing away women like Ironborn raiders!"
"It was Tywin's revenge for Lannisport, what of it?"
Stannis's face was twisting into a scowl of utter contempt as he spoke in an icy tone
"The Mountain broke his oaths as a knight. He insulted one of my Captains and theathened him when he stood up for himself. He kidnapped women as pleasure slaves. The Law is clear. He should be put to death for his crimes."

"Law? This is War! He was following orders of his liege lord to burn that town and Knights have right to claim plunder and hostages during battle."
"How can they be hostages when everyone capable of paying a ransom was butchered or burnt alive? It trust my Captains to know the difference between hostages and slaves."
King Robert slams his cup on the table
"Enough of this Stannis!"

Robert takes a deep breath before continuing
"Ned, what's your take on this?"
"The Mountain's reputation is well known even in the North. He is told to be a raper and a killer of children, the other one, this Ser Arthur Tallon on the other hand, he is well regarded by Maesters and by the soldiers alike, and his in actions standing up to the mountain kept you and your brother's honor clean from the wanton rapery and butchering the Lannister men would have likely visited upon such women.

If you punish this man for that, you will dishonor yourself."

"I've heard the rumors as well Ned, but what they don't tell you in those rumors is that every time someone's boy drowns in a well or cows go missing, the former Targaryen supporters blame the Mountain. How can I tell this lad isn't one of them? By the Seven hells, his family are hailed as heroes of Ashford!"

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Robert starts downing his wine.

"Jon, I made you my hand, now help me deal with this crap."

The Old man thinks for a moment.
"Punishing the Mountain would be a slight against the Lannisters, whom are one of your greatest supporters. I don't think I need to remind you of the generous loan we recently received from them, do we?"

"You can't possibly be telling Robert to side with the Mountain?"

"The Conflict, it was a dispute of rights to plunder originally no? This was the pretense under which this Ser Arthur bared his claws at the Lannister men was it not? Then what I suggest is that we treat the case as such.

The Crown shall seize the plunder and hostages due to the unsightly dispute over loot in order to discourage further infighting."

"You'd sweep it all under the rug? Turn a blind eye to the Mountain's crimes?"
"I'd take my chance to protect the womenfolk and the honor of the Crown Ser Arthur so graciously provided for us. Lord Tywin can keep using his mad dog and we avoid antagonizing the reachmen."

"...and besides. It's well known the Mountain has escaped justice many times by demanding a trial by combat every time things like this have happened. Should he kill another knight held in high regard, the Reachmen would not forget it soon."

Robert closes his eyes and mulls it over for a bit.
"Jon's solution seems best in terms of morale. Unless anyone comes with a better solution by tomorrow evening, we'll set the Tallon boy free and let them find an excuse to kill eachother after the war. Until then, I want them seperate."

He finishes his cup and slams it on the table
"Then let's move on to something more pure than petty politicking. WAR! Ned, did you bring the Ironwood for the Trebuchets that I requested?"
"As you commanded my King."
"Excellent! Excellent! Then about the placement for the thing."
He points at various location on the map.
"We should be able to make a foundation for them here and here if we take these locations. The Rubble at Lordsport ought to provide ample ammunition..."

>>2473086
>"Ser Davos, tell Lord Stannis that I request a week of recuperation from my imprisonment, preferably with an access to a forge and a trial by Combat."

>>2473512
Too late senpai