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The next morning comes, and you wake, the smell of cooking bacon and fresh bread filling your senses, as Carth stirs slightly, before waking as well. The two of you kiss briefly, before Carth gets up, and pulls open the shutters, letting the light into the room. You both dress, blinking in the suddenly bright room, before heading downstairs. Your children are already down there, the twins having brought their toy swords and shields, and are “dueling” infront of the dark fireplace. Seeing you enter, they quickly stop, and hurry over to the table, where Jelissa is showing Elia how to plait her hair. The group of you eat a quick breakfast, as the cavalrymen enter from the common room, where they have already eaten. Once you finish, the group of you remount, seeing a small bag of apples and a cask of cider have been added to the provisions atop of the carriage. You continue through the winding paths of the Stormland mountains, the peaks passing by, your cavalry riding in a column both infront of and behind you. The sun is nearly at its zenith, when Carth points to an archway over a turn off in the road, covered in vines and flowers.

“Down there is the old lands of Summerhall. Despite the ruins, it’s a beautiful place. We could stop there for lunch, if you wanted?”

>Stop at Summerhall?
>Continue on, and eat in the carriage?

>>2909059
>Stop at Summerhall

It's not a family trip without a picnic or two

>>2909059
>Stop at Summerhall?
Welcome back qm

>>2909059
>Stop at Summerhall

>>2909059
>Stop at Summerhall?
Welcome back

>>2909059
>>Stop at Summerhall?

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>>2909072
“Oh, we’ll stop. It’s rare we get a chance to feel grass under our feet at home, and there’s bound to be places where we can stay.”

You turn off the Boneway, and down the somewhat overgrown road. It leads to a tall archway, flanked by two statues of rearing dragons, with both real and carved flowers wrapped around them. The children stare out at the statues as you travel underneath, the somewhat crumbling stonework still echoing the beautiful sculpture it once was. You ride through overgrown flower gardens, beds bursting out of their boundaries, vines creeping out from between the paving slabs that make the road. Leaning out of the carriage slightly, you can see the ruins of Summerhall, tall elegant towers coloured and broken open. Before long, you turn off the main path and travel towards a lake, with willow trees leaning over the water, and long grass blowing in the gentle breeze. Your small group ride up to a paved area, as overgrown as the rest of the grounds, but still flat and smooth. You climb down, and the children jump down after you, as Jelissa and a few of the cavalrymen begin unpacking food and drink, placing it on a small table, as the twins and Elia lean over the edge of the platform, and peer into the water, laughing and pointing at what appears to be small fish darting in the water, before scaring some ducks that swim out from the reeds.

You all sit down, and begin eating the cavalrymen letting their horses crop the long grasses. When you finish eating, you and Carth find a willow tree, you leaning on Carth as he dozes, as the children run around dropping small bread crumbs into water and letting the ducks come closer, watched closely by Jelissa. The twins are both trying to tempt a swan over, by tossing pieces of bread near it, as Elia walks over to you two.

“Mama, papa? Where are we? That place looks like a castle, but its all burnt? Are we allowed to be here?”


>Tell her not to worry?
>Tell her where you are, that it’s a ruin, and nothing more?
>Tell her the whole story?

>>2909193
>Tell her the whole story?

>>2909193
>Tell her the whole story?

>>2909193
>Tell her where you are, that it’s a ruin, and nothing more?

>>2909193
>>Tell her the whole story?

>>2909193
>Tell her the whole story?

So there Aegon was, standing on the zenith of saving the entire Targaryen family...

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You move slightly, as Elia leans her elbows on Carth, staring across him at you.

“We’re at Summerhall Elia, it used to be a castle of the Targaryeans, the old kings before King Robert. They made it a place to have fun, and holidays. But there was a fire a long time ago, before I was born by quite a long time. So the Targaryens stopped coming here, and it became a ruin. When King Robert became King, he made it not a title any-more.”

Elia nods, and moves slightly, eliciting Carth to grunt. He opens his eyes, and blinks, before speaking.
“It’s said the Targaryens were trying to hatch dragon eggs. That’s what started the fire, their attempts at magic. King Aegon V desperately wanted dragons to return, he seemed to have forgotten all the issues the Dance caused his family. The best king Westeros had had for a long time died here, it’s why no-one wanted to rule here, but it’s pretty enough.”

Elia nods, and stands, running off after her brothers, who are poking at something in the pond. They appear to be reaching at something, before Calrin stands and yells out.

“Ma, can we have your spear! We want to get this!”

>Ignore them?
>Ask a Cavalryman to help them?
>Go over and look at what they are looking at?

>>2909323
>Go over and look at what they are looking at
Bring Carth too

>>2909323
>Go over and look at what they are looking at?

Oh kids, always stabbing at charred skulls

>>2909323
>Go over and look at what they are looking at?

>>2909323
>Go over and look at what they are looking at?

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You push up off of Carth, causing another grunt from him, and walk over to where the children are poking their toy swords into the water, clanging off of something. As you approach, Cerran hurries over, grabs your hand and pulls you towards the water, and points. In the water, you can see something bright and metallic, a layer of mud and slime scraped away by the toy sword, a thin line of metal in the water.

“We were trying to get the big fish, and it swam in here!” declares Calrin, as Cerran resumes poking at the object.
“Yeah, if we get a long stick, like your spear mama, we can get it out and get the fish! Then we’ll eat it!” Cerran says from his prone position.

“Or keep it!” argues Calrin. Elia is bouncing from one of the low branches of the willow, bending it back and forth, clearly trying to break it off. You see Jelissa shaking her head, as several Cavalrymen are grinning at the antics of the children.

>Reach in with your arm?
>Get a spear from one of the cavalrymen and try to hook the thing out?
>Ignore whatever it is, and tell the children to do the same?

>>2909423
>>Reach in with your arm

>>2909423
>>Get a spear from one of the cavalrymen and try to hook the thing out?

>>2909423
...

This is totally going to eat our arm, right?

>>2909423
>Get a spear from one of the cavalrymen and try to hook the thing out?

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>>2909423
>Get a spear from one of the cavalrymen and try to hook the thing out?

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Give me an Agility Test please (3d6)

>>2909423
>Get a spear from one of the cavalrymen and try to hook the thing out?
My guess is one of the Valyrian Swords or an egg.

You all seem to think the Tragedy was the only thing that happened here....

Rolled 1, 3, 5 = 9 (3d6)

>>2909461

Rolled 5, 2, 6 = 13 (3d6)

>>2909461

Rolled 6, 2, 6 = 14 (3d6)

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>>2909466
Considering the Battles of Summerhall are literally just a passing footnote with zero detail, that's probably to be expected

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9,13,14 vs TN 12 (1 degree of Success)

You call out to one of the cavalrymen, and take their spear, guiding it into the water and slide it along the metal object, clearing a bright line in the water as you do so. You reach a rim, and flip the object on it's side, kicking up a large amount of silt and muck, obscuring your view. You move the spear across the water, feeling it hit the inside of whatever the object is, and lever the object up, pulling it out. What emerges is a very dirty, but still intact helmet, and to the disappointment of Calrin and Cerran, a somewhat large green fish splashes out of the helmet, and slides into the water, darting away into the disturbed water. Dropping the helmet onto the bank, you look at it more clearly, seeing a crescent moon mounted on the top of it as a crest. The helmet is well made, of still shiny steel, but has a clear breach in it, a large dent with a small gap in the side of it. Carth stands, and wanders over, peering at it...

>Give me a Status roll (4d6)

>>2909508
Fair enough, but I'm also not going to give you a dragon egg or a valyrian weapon without much more hardship.

Rolled 2, 1, 6, 3 = 12 (4d6)

>>2909526

Rolled 6, 3, 6, 2 = 17 (4d6)

>>2909526

Rolled 3, 5, 4, 3 = 15 (4d6)

>>2909526

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

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>12,17,15 vs TN12 (2 degrees of Success)

You recognise the emblem, from your time in the camp of Roberts army, first seen in the stockade where prisoners were held, and later from a banner flown above a tent near Roberts own. The crescent moon is the symbol of House Fell, a house that was defeated by Robert at the Battle of Summerhall, where he slew Lord Fell and captured the heir to Fellwood. Later, the heir joined Robert's side, and fought alongside him. This must have been Lord Fell's helmet, no retainer would have the house emblem on their helmet. Carth raises his eyebrows, his familiarity with the Stormlands meaning he has come to the same conclusion as you.

"A remnant of the three battles? Interesting. But that seems to be all it is, I doubt it would be worth it to try to repair the thing. Though if we ever met King Robert, I'm sure he'd find it a great reminder of the campaign."

The children seem to have forgotten the helmet, and have returned to throwing small lumps of bread towards the swan, which had swum away from the shore with the commotion around the discovery.

>Keep the helmet of Lord Fell?
>Leave the helmet here?

>>2909558
>Keep the helmet of Lord Fell
This is why we have a trophy room

>>2909558
>Keep the helmet of Lord Fell?
Another one for the trophy room

>>2909558
>Keep the helmet of Lord Fell?

>>2909558
>Keep the helmet of Lord Fell?

>>2909558
>>Keep the helmet of Lord Fell?

>>2909558
>>Keep the helmet of Lord Fell?

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"We'll keep it. We've got somewhere to store it at home, and as you said Carth, it's interesting at least. Now, we should get back on the road."

You all return to the carriage, with mild protests from the twins, mainly because they had managed to get the swan close enough to try feeding it from their hands, but Jelissa points out that swan needs to hunt down the fish that had jumped out of the helmet, so Elia, through giggles, charges the swan to defeat the “Fish of the Helmet”, before the group of you leave Summerhall, the ruined castle soon dropping out of sight, and once you rejoin the Boneway, the archway leading to Summerhall also disappears behind you.

The rest of the day is spent in fairly sedate travel, and by late evening, you are on the main road to Storms End. You have to stop, and make camp, but a small mountain glade provides a suitable campsite, and you spend the evening toasting apple pieces, cheese and bread for the children, as the twins throw small bits of wood into the fire, and Elia threads mountain flowers she has picked into yours, Carths, and Jelissas hair. You and Carth sleep in a tent, while Jelissa and the children sleep in the carriage, and you take full advantage of the privacy….

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The next morning, as you continue travelling, Jelissa asks if it would be worth stopping and cleaning everyone up, before you arrive at Storms End. She says it would take at most an hour, but the effort would certainly give you all a far more noble look. Elia then asks if it would mean taking the flowers out of Carths and your hair. Jelissa says it would require that, and Elia pouts…

>>2909650
>Take a break to look noble?
>Leave things as they are?

Whoops forgot to copy the options over.

>>2909652
>Take a break to look noble?
Got to look presentable.

>>2909652
>Take a break to look noble?

>>2909650
>Take a break to look noble?

>>2909652
>>Leave things as they are?

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"We should look our best, even if it does mean the flowers get taken out Elia. We'll stop an hour from Storms End, and make sure everything looks correct."

The journey continues for another two hours, before you can see on the horizon the imposing walls of Storms End. You pull off the road, and spend a good half an hour combing hair, smoothing clothing, and cleaning faces (in the case of the twins). Jelissa applies make up to you, highlighting your eyes and cheekbones, while Carth changes into a black and blue doublet. You remain in your traveling clothing, the weather is still too cold to wear your silks for the remaining hour long journey. After the cavalry have brought out a flag, and arrange it on the spear of the front rider. You all continue traveling onwards, and one hour later, you ride up to the gates of Storms End.

As you ride closer, you see the castle is decked out as though a festival is happening, Baratheon banners hanging from the walls, and far more guards than normal on the approach up to the castle. As you travel closer, a guard steps forward, and speaks breifly with the cavalryman leading your party. A few seconds later, you are riding up to the main castle, and traveling across the long bridge to the main gatehouse. As you travel under the 40 foot thick walls, you enter the first courtyard. A servant hurries up to the side of the carriage, dodging around far more people than normal, from your memories of living in the barracks here. He bows, and calls up to you, over the sound of your cavalrymens horses.

"My lady Blacksand, I apologise for this, but the royal party have taken up the room in the main stable. Could your men ride to the side yard, and stable their horses on the wall stable?"

Carth turns and looks at you.
"The Royal party?"

The servant bows again, and glances around.

"Yes, King Robert arrived here some two days ago, with an escort of troops and the Kingsguard. He is with Lord Renly now, and Ser Cortnay informed the staff you would be arriving today this morning. As such we have had little in the way of time and space to prepare. Again, I apologise for this, but we were somewhat taken by surprise by His Grace's arrival."

You sigh, and direct your cavalry to follow the grooms who are standing somewhat nervously over to one side. You are lead underneath another huge gate into a sub-section of the castle, where another stable stands, separate from the main keep. You dismount from the carriage, and travel over to the large tower that looms over this section. The servant who is escorting you inquires as what you wish to do.

>Go to the main hall and present yourself now?
>Go to your rooms and wait for an audience to be made available to you?
>Go and see Ser Cortnay?

>>2909776
>Go to your rooms and wait for an audience to be made available to you?
Just because we're family, doesn't mean we should break social rules.

>>2909776
>Go to the main hall and present yourself now?

>>2909776
>Go to the main hall and present yourself now?

If he's been here two days, he's been drinking for four. The King raised our father and we want him to know we're his too. Plus we have a cool battlefield momento in hand, it's literally a sign of fate to deliver it to him.

>>2909776
>>Go to the main hall and present yourself now?

>>2909776
>Go to your rooms and wait for an audience to be made available to you?

>>2909776
>>Go to the main hall and present yourself now?

>>2909776
>Go to your rooms and wait for an audience to be made available to you?
Freshen up from the road and try to puzzle out why Robert’s visiting. We’re the daughter of his deceased bannerman, let’s not presume too much familiarity with royalty until we make introductions.

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"We'll go to the main hall, to present ourselves now we've arrived. No sense in staying in the rooms, and waiting to be seen."

Carth shrugs, and offers you his arm.

"We were invited, so we technically should be doing this. I'm thankful we smartened up, I'd hate to be wearing that dirty jacket I was wearing in the carriage."

You are shown through the halls of the huge Storms End, as servants bustle past you, along with soldiers and guards. You travel along a long stone passage, and then across a small stone bridge, above the courtyard below, and enter the main central keep. You are then led to a large door made of dark wood, and are shown in, the steward announcing your names.

"Lady Lissara Blacksand, of Shadowpeak, Lord Carth Blacksand, and their Children, Elia Blacksand, Calrin Blacksand, and Cerran Blacksand."

Heads turn as you enter the main hall, the former throne room of the Storm Kings, where two chairs have been set up, one the seat of Storms End, where you remember Steffon Baratheon sitting, when you were only 7 years old, and you had snuck into the upper balcony as Steffon had announced his journey to Essos. Now another seat is next to it, a large wooden construction with a rearing stag on its back, and painted gold. Both are empty, and you enter the hall and move to one side, seeing several notable nobles from the Stormlands, as well as at the base of the dais where the thrones are, 5 figures dressed in white cloaks and plate armour. Looking around the hall, you can see Ser Cortnay leaning against a pillar, and your father-in-law, Lord Penrose, sitting in a wooden seat next to him, who raises a hand and waves.

>Go and speak with them, standing next to them?
>Stand elsewhere and wait for either Renly or Robert to appear?

>>2909899
>>Go and speak with them, standing next to them?

>>2909899
>Go and speak with them, standing next to them?
You can bring children to the hall?

>>2909899
>Go and speak with them, standing next to them?

>>2909899
>>Go and speak with them, standing next to them

>>2909925
Yeah they are nobles. They are old enough to walk on their own and talk, so as long as they are well behaved, they'll stay.
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You approach Lord Penrose, and he rises to meet you, taking a few steps towards you and hugging you, a smile creasing his wrinkled face.
"Lissara, it's good to see you are well. When Carth told me of your troubles, I was very worried, but Cortnay tells me everything resolved itself in our sides favour."

The old man lowers himself into his seat, and smiles towards the twins and Elia, who are standing back, slightly overawed by the whole thing. Lord Penrose reaches into a pocket of his robe, and takes out a small handful of paper wraps, which he unwraps one, and pops it into his mouth, before holding out more of them.

"I suppose these are my grandchildren? Carth told me thier names, so you'd be Elia, and which of you two is Calrin, and which is Cerran?"

Cerran steps forward and takes one of the sweets, putting it in his mouth and grinning.

"I'm Cerran, that's Calrin!" he says, as Calrin takes a sweet as well. Elia curtsys, and Lord Penrose chuckles, before tossing another sweet to her.

"I guess it's simply boys being boys that's lead to them forgetting I'm a Lord, no? Though I do remember Cortnay asking Lord Steffon about deer hunting when he first met him..."

Cortnay coughs loudly, as Lord Penrose chuckles, and Carth raises an eyebrow. Elia begins sucking on her sweet, as Lord Penrose beckons you closer.

"Those should keep them quiet, no need for them getting antsy if things drag on. Though with Robert, that's unlikely. Now, how are you doing?"

>Exchange pleasantries?
>Ask him about something? (Write in...)

>>2909987
>Exchange pleasantries?

>>2909987
>Exchange pleasantries?

>>2909987
>Ask him about something?
The reason for the King's visit.

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+1

>>2910017
Yeah dis.

>>2909987
this >>2910017

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"Things are well with me, Lord Penrose, but I must admit, the reason for the king arriving, unannounced does make me curious. Do you have anything to shed on this?"

Lord Penrose looks at Cortnay, and then smirks.

"His Grace is somewhat boisterous and unfaithful. This was well known, and it was begrudgingly accepted, till recently, last year in fact. Lord Stannis was getting married, and of course, King Robert was attending. Stannis is a dour man at the best of times, but when he found Robert, in his marriage bed, with the cousin of his new wife? I'm told Stannis was furious. When the child was born, Robert even tried to have the child fostered at Dragonstone, arguing his mother and her cousin were kin. I believe Stannis said he would sink the entire royal navy if Robert tried, so Robert chose for the child to be raised here. The queen obviously won't allow his bastards at court, despite how much King Robert would want that."

A throat is cleared behind the group of you, and you turn, seeing an older looking grey haired man standing there, wearing light blue and white, and with a pin on his shoulder in the shape of a hand. You all bow, the children following suit shortly after you, while Lord Penrose inclines his head.

"Lord Penrose, you are very well informed. Yes, indeed, Edric Storm is to be fostered here."

"Lord Hand. You're looking almost as healthy as me. What brings you to this somewhat dank corner of the room to speak with us?"

"It's not you I wish to speak to, but Lady Lissara." Jon Arryn fixes you with a piercing stare, and frowns. "I trust there will be no more attempts to drag the Stormlands into Dornish wars? I worked hard for peace in Dorne..."

Cortnay frowns.

"In her defence, Lord Hand, the Wyl's played just as dirty. They called House Darry in for crying out loud, all the way from the Riverlands!"

Jon Arryn doesn't look at Cortnay, and his frown deepens.
"There is a difference, Ser Cortnay, between inviting one house, and sending word to the entire Marches that a power struggle is in the offing. Dorne was in open revolt for a full year after King Robert took the Iron Throne, I don' want my work undermined..."

>Assure Jon Arryn that you have no plans to enact war?
>Defend yourself, raising the points of the assassination etc?
>Write in...

>>2910107
>Assure Jon Arryn that you have no plans to enact war?

...but, should someone ever attempt to harm our children again, we will put a shadow over them so dark they will forget what sunlight is like.

>>2910107
>Defend yourself, raising the points of the assassination etc?
Would he prefer we lie down in the streets the next time assassins crawl forth from noble coin purses?
Plus House Martell endorsed Ser Nestar’s claim, House Wyl was disobeying their liege lord.

>>2910107
>Defend yourself, raising the points of the assassination etc?

Right it's getting late here for me, and I'm still a bit whacked from the cold, so I'm gonna end the session here, and we'll pick up on Monday, at 1900 BST. See you all then.

>>2910173
Supporting this.

>>2910107
>>Assure Jon Arryn that you have no plans to enact war?

>>2910107
>Assure Jon Arryn that you have no plans to enact war?

>>2910107
>Defend yourself, raising the points of the assassination etc?

>>2910173
Support.

>>2910107
>Assure Jon Arryn that you have no plans to enact war?

>>2910107
>assure Jon

>write in
(persuasion) the Hand has made his stance on the matter clear. We will do nothing that might cause civil unrest in Dorne... But, given the threat that was recently posed to our children surely the Hand would not begrudge us a few Allies among the stormlands? After all a strong position is an excellent deterrant to war. And surely the lord Hand can understand a mother's desire to see her children safe can he not?

>>2910107
>Did not the Lord Hand go to war when children in his care were threatened?

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>>2910173

Right, we are tied between the two options. I'm going to give it 30 mins for people to consider what they voted, then if it's still tied roll off. Just to point out, Jon Arryn is saying he doesn't want you dragging the Stormlands into a Dornish war. Assuring him is you saying you have no plans to go to war, defending yourself is saying you were justified in calling for allies outside of normal alliances

Hmmm

>>2915831
We only called family into the war. Should family not stick together ?

>>2915831
>Assure Jon Arryn that you have no plans to enact war?

>>2915831
Can't we argue in our defense while making the claim that we don't intend war but we had to to save ourselves and have no real future plans for any further conflict if it can be helped or if no one messes with us any further?

Because I think most of us feel justified in what we did but we generally all want to work on improving our lads rather than wage anymore wars.

>>2915890
lands*

"I assure you, my Lord Hand, we have no plans to go to war in the future. We are simply focused on consolidating our holdings, and those of our Bannerman, Ser Nestar."

Jon Arryn hums, before turning and walking over towards one of the white-armoured figures, and speaking to them in a low voice. Lord Penrose chuckles, and looks up at you from his chair.

"The raven Cortnay received from Kings Landing was exceptionally terse. It would appear Jon Arryn wants peace in the realm, especially in Dorne. Not saying I disagree with your plan to seek allies up here, but I can also understand his annoyance at somewhere he thought settled becoming the thorn it was after King Robert took the throne."

Carth shurgs, and leans against a pillar.

"We've no plans to attack anyone else, so unless Manwoody make it a fight, we're not going anywhere. And given they lost a sizeable chunk of their forces, I'd doubt they are in any shape to set things up again."

The four of you then turn the conversation to more simple matters, finding out how your mother-in-law is doing, how the repairs of Shadowpeak are coming along, till a loud voice echoes throughout the hall.

"Presenting, Robert Baratheon, First of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. Presenting Renly Baratheon, Lord Paramount of the Stormlands, Lord of Storms End. Presenting, Lady Delena Florent. Presenting Edric Storm."

You see one of the side doors leading into the main hall open, and two figures emerge, one a tall, 6 and a half foot man with a neat beard and a barrel chest, the other looking like a far younger version of the first, only about 5ft tall with long black hair that reaches his shoulders. King Robert Baratheon and his brother, Lord Renly Baratheon enter, and walk through the hall, Robert peering around the hall, a wide smile on his face, while Renly gazes at Robert, apparently slightly in awe of his older brother. Behind the two men walks a brunette woman, a slight smile on her face, carrying a very young child, only a year old, with raven black hair. Robert and Renly seat themselves at the top of the dais, Robert in the golden chair, Renly in the stone one. Robert waves his hand, and speaks, his voice easily reaching all parts of the room.

"So good of you all to make it here, for the nameday of my child, Edric. I see some faces I didn't see at the ceremony, so I'll expect you all to raise a toast later!" Robert laughs, and then waves a hand towards Jon Arryn, who approaches him and speaks in a low tone to the two brothers, Renly intently listening, Robert leaning back, his fingers laced behind his head. Robert nods slowly, then straightens up, resting his hands on the arms of the chair. Jon Arryn turns, and calls out.

"Lady Lissara Blacksand is called forth!"

>How do you approach this?

>Very formal, with full courtly wording?
>Formally, with sufficient titles etc.?
>Informally, with a degree of familiarity?

>>2915937
>>Formally, with sufficient titles etc.?

>>2915937
>Formally, with sufficient titles etc.?

>>2915937
>Formally, with sufficient titles etc.?

>>2915937
>Very formal, with full courtly wording?

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>>2915943

Please give me a Charm Roll (6d6)

Rolled 2, 1, 4, 4, 6, 4 = 21 (6d6)

>>2915969

Rolled 5, 3, 1, 2, 3, 5 = 19 (6d6)

>>2915969

Rolled 3, 1, 6, 1, 4, 3 = 18 (6d6)

>>2915969

Rolled 5, 6, 3, 3, 3, 3 = 23 (6d6)

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>20,18,17 vs TN 12 (2 Degrees of Success)

You step forward, and approach to a few paces from the line of Kingsguard and curtsy, bowing your head low.

"Greeting, your Grace, I am Lady Lissara Blacksand of Shadowpeak, your loyal servant."

Robert leans forward and grins.

"So you're the daughter of the man who killed Jonothor Darry? You take after your mother, much luck to you in that regard, similar to your brother, brave lad that he was. I knighted him before he passed away, did you know that? He went to his grave a knight of House Baratheon. Since you're the Lady of Shadowpeak, I guess that means he finally died? What killed him in the end, some mountain cat, or old age?

You see Jon Arryn looking pointedly at you, giving a slight shake of his head.

>Tell the truth, your father was poisoned?
>Tell a lie, say he passed in his sleep?
>Tell a half-truth, he died after eating a bad piece of meat?

>>2916018
>Tell a half-truth, he died after eating a bad piece of meat?

>>2916018
>Tell a half-truth, he died after eating a bad piece of meat?

>>2916018
oh fuck you jon you measly shit. youll not fuck lissara like you fucked brynden.

>tell the king the truth

>>2916018
>Tell a half-truth, he died after eating a bad piece of meat?

>>2916018
>Tell the truth, your father was poisoned?

>>2916018
>Tell the truth, your father was poisoned?

>>2916018
>>Tell the truth, your father was poisoned?

>>2916018
as an addendum, does fucking everyone know our dad was poisoned?!

he may have been a shit heel, but having every fucker in westeros luaghing up their sleeve at his demise pisses me off to no end.

at this point nothing but the utter destruction of the house responsible will teach the appropriate lesson. "never fuck with lissaras family"

>>2916018
>Tell the truth, your father was poisoned?

>>2916069
Jon Arryn knows because it is Jon Arryns business to know. Also, its only Dornish Houses that know, and its from some source in Dorne that Jon Arryn found out.

>>2916052
>>2916051
>>2916050
>>2916044
>>2916026
>>2916060
>>2916061

"My Father was poisoned, your Grace, by enemies as yet unknown, but most likely House Wyl. However, that particular issue has resolved itself."

Robert frowns, and leans forward. He turns to Jon Arryn, who had narrowed his eyes at you intently.

"Jon, is there a reason why my loyal vassals are being poisoned, and I don't know about it? I made the man a Lord, and I won't have my friends killed without answer."

Jon Arryn turns, and clears his throat.

"It was unknown how he died till this point, poison was simply a rumour that I believed to be the standard rumours coming from Dorne every time a Lord dies without an obvious cause. But as Lady Lissara said, things have been resolved in the Marches, with the inheritance dispute of House Wyl now over."

Robert glares at his Hand, before speaking in a low tone.

"I want all deaths of Lords I raised upon my ascension to the Throne properly investigated. It would not surprise me if loyalist traitors were trying to strike at vassals who may be weak due to their short time as Lords."

Jon Arryn bows, and Robert turns to look at you again.

"So, Lady Lissara. On to more pleasurable topics. Have you come to take part in the tournament? I assume thats why you're here, your brother-in-law sending word got your husband keen to enter the lists?"

Suppressing a grin at the idea of Carth jousting, you consider how to answer.

>Say you came to visit family, did not know about the tournament, but will try your hand in the tournament yourself?
>Say you came to visit family, and did not know about the tournament?
>Say you did indeed come to participate in the tournament?
>Write in...

>>2916018
if im honest, going along with jon is the safer option, but damn if I just cant stand his shitty machinations anymore.

oh well, at least this is interesting

>>2916085
>Say you came to visit family, and did not know about the tournament?

>>2916085
>Say you came to visit family, and did not know about the tournament?

We are a young, attractive woman. We should probably try charm the dear king robert.

>>2916085
>Say you came to visit family, and did not know about the tournament?

>>2916085
>Say you came to visit family, and did not know about the tournament?

>>2916085
>Say you came to visit family, and did not know about the tournament?
>If this were Dorne you might be tempted to try but it is not, so we won’t.

>>2916099
>>2916098
>>2916093
>>2916089


"I will confess, your grace, my family and I came to visit our in-laws, Ser Cortnay, Lord Penrose and his wife. It has been a long time since we saw them, and the chance seemed suitable, at the time. We did not know of the tournament, until you yourself mentioned it."

Robert shrugs, and gestures around the hall.

"No-one here did, until I arrived. And I suppose it is a bit far from Dorne for you to get here in a day, unless you rode like the devil, and I doubt any children you have are old enough to do that. Speaking of, your husband and your children, bring them forward, let them meet their king!"

>Bring the children forward one at a time, Elia, then the twins?
>Bring Elia forward as your heir, then the twins together?
>Bring all the children forward, as one?

>>2916085
>Say you came to visit family, and did not know about the tournament?
With our mediocre animal handling jousting isn't recommended. We should try to get crowned as Queen of love and beauty however.

>>2916113
>Bring all the children forward, as one?

>>2916113
>Bring Elia forward as your heir, then the twins together?

>>2916113
>Bring Elia forward as your heir, then the twins together?

>>2916113
>Bring all the children forward, as one?

>>2916113
>Bring Elia forward as your heir, then the twins together

>>2916113
>Bring all the children forward, as one?

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2916116
>>2916120
>>2916121
>>2916125
>>2916131

>1. Elia then the twins
>2. All as one

>>2916164
You beckon Elia forward, and see the twins both look slightly stunned, as Carth takes their hands, and leads them forward, behind Elia. The sudden attention seems to have taken the two normally precocious boys by surprise. Carth walks up next to you, as Elia walks forward of you slightly, and imitates you curtsy.

"This is Elia, my heir. She has had 4 namedays."

Elia gulps something, then does another curtsy.

"Your Grace."

Carth then steps forward, and bows elegantly, the twins haltingly copying him.

"I am Lord Carth Blacksand, you Grace, and these are Calrin and Cerran, our two-year-old boys."

Robert chuckles, and nods, waving at the woman holding the baby.

"I hope Edric is as polite when he can walk and talk. Now, Lord Blacksand, do you plan on entering the lists? Or, like me, is the melee more your sport?"

Carth coughs in surprise, and bows again.
"I am not one for jousting or fighting, your Grace, though I am skilled with a crossbow, which is not part of the roster of tourny events."

Robert's face falls slightly, and then perks up again.

"Guess Cortnay got the arms, you got the brains, eh? Ser Cortnay, would you say your brother is the smarter of the two of you?"

Cortnay calls out from where he is standing with his father.
"I'll play him at Cyvasse any time, just not put money on it!"

Carth smiles slightly, as Robert lets out a guffaw.

"Well, this was most pleasant, Lady Blacksand, I'll speak to you all more this evening, at the Nameday feast."

He waves a hand, and makes it clear you are dismissed. You all bow or curtsy again, and retire to the area you were in before. A handful of names are called, and Renly begins passing judgement in a handful of small cases, Robert interjecting occasionally, but the court begins to mingle and chatter again. Jon Arryn steps down from the dais, and walks slowly in your direction, pausing to speak with a few lords along the way...

>Head over to him, and inquire if he wants to speak with you?
>Wait where you are, and allow him to come to you?
>Attempt to leave, and go to your rooms, avoiding him?

>>2916200
>Wait where you are, and allow him to come to you?

>>2916200
>>Head over to him, and inquire if he wants to speak with you?

>>2916200
>Wait where you are, and allow him to come to you?

>>2916200
>Wait where you are, and allow him to come to you?

>>2916200
>Wait where you are, and allow him to come to you?

>>2916224
>>2916221
>>2916216
>>2916208
>>2916207


You remain where you are, and watch as Jon Arryn speaks to several more Lords, before he finally approaches you and the Penroses. He has a somewhat annoyed expression.

"I had hoped you'd heed my warning and not get Robert thinking about Targaryen loyalists with your talk of your father being poisoned. I made it clear to your father his entreaties to the court to protect him from the consequences of his rash actions were not welcome, I assumed he had told the same to you. The last thing a somewhat unstable realm such as this one needs is a king who is launching an inquisiton against his own nobles, searching for a dragon when all there is is rock lizards. Having him believe your father's death is part of a Targaryen plot is the last thing the realm needs. I ask you to not bring the subject up again, and if Robert asks, change the subject, subtly. A friendly King brings less help than an unhappy Hand can give in hardship. Do remember that."

With that, he turns and strides away, walking back towards the dais where Robert is now playing with the baby, which is tugging and pulling at his beard quite happily. Carth shivers slightly, and glances at you.

"I know it might be a sore point, but I think doing what the Hand "suggests" might be a good idea. We've barely just stabilised ourselves, jumping into the politics of the entire Seven Kingdoms may be too much too far..."

Cortnay nods.

"I hate to say it, but Carth and the Lord Hand are right. Things may seem stable here in Dorne and here, but everyone knows the heir to the Targaryens escaped, and there are plenty of houses who lost out in the Rebellion, especially in the Crownlands. So I can see why the Hand is trying to avoid talk of loyalists coming from the King."

Lord Penrose shakes his head.

"All this is too dour for my old mind. Come, Lady Lissara, help an old man to his chambers, and it'll give us an excuse to take the children out of here as well, before they start asking rude questions, as two-year-olds are wont to do."

>Disagree, stay and talk to someone?
>Agree and retire, preparing for the evening feast?

>>2916259
>Agree and retire, preparing for the evening feast?

>>2916259
>Agree and retire, preparing for the evening feast
Let the old man play with his grand kids

>>2916259
>Agree and retire, preparing for the evening feast?

>>2916259
>Agree and retire, preparing for the evening feast

>>2916280
>>2916278
>>2916265
>>2916263


A happy few hours is spent chatting idly with Lord Penrose in his rooms, only a few doors from yours, as the children amuse themselves drawing pictures into wax tablets that Lord Penrose gives them, each with a bronze stylus shaped like a feather. He tells you he rarely leaves Parchments, and his wife didn't come because when they had left, they'd intended to meet you here, then travel back with you to Parchments once you had paid your respects to Renly. The arrival of Robert had thrown them for a loop, and had left him having to remain for a tournament, which while an enjoyable spectacle for him, he did find he got tired during the longer events. He also tells you that Queen Cersei isn't here, not only because this involves Robert's bastard child, but because she has been vomiting and sick the past few weeks, and in a foul mood because of it.

As the shadows grow longer, you take the children to your room and leave them under the care of a maid, who assures you she will have some food brought up for them, before changing into your good dress, and descending the stairs with Carth to the feast hall. The hall is lit by oil lamps and a huge central fire, into which a man is tossing handfuls of dust, making the fire change colour. You have seats next to Cortnay, near the high table, while Lord Penrose and the other Stormlander Lords sit on the High Table, with Robert and Renly, as well as the woman who had been carrying the baby. Barristan Selmy is with them, while the other members of the Kingsguard present are opposite you, though Ser Jamie is absent. A glance around the hall tells you he is in the shadows of a pillar, glaring around him with undisguised contempt. However, he does return to the table when the first course is wheeled in, a huge cauldron of venison stew, served with onions and carrots. You dig into it, realising that you haven't yet eaten, and soon have eaten a second helping. As you mop the last of the stew up with a chunk of bread, the second course is served, what looks like 6 fish, arranged in size to appear as though they are eating one another. Robert immediately leaves the top table, and walks to the end of the dish, calling out that he is now "The biggest fish of the all!" to much laughter. He grabs a few hunks of the largest fish, and walks over your table, pushing some of the Storms End knights aside, and sitting, as the table raises a toast to him.

>Do you have anything to say to Robert?

>Tell him about the helmet you found?
>Inquire about the tournament?
>Tell him about the war with House Wyl?
>Write in...

>>2916346
>Inquire about the tournament?

>>2916346
>Tell him about the helmet you found?
>Tell him about the war with House Wyl?
>Write in...
Ask him about what he thought of our Father and how he fought during the war

>>2916346
>>Tell him about the helmet you found?
>>Inquire about the tournament?

>>2916346
>Tell him about the helmet you found?
>Inquire about the tournament?

>>2916353
>>2916367
>>2916375
Robert loves talking about War, guise. We can just say it was about rivalry and jealousy if he brings up traitors or anything.

>>2916346
>>Tell him about the helmet you found?
>>Tell him about the war with House Wyl?

>>2916377
Yes, Yes piss off Arin. GREAT JOB

>>2916411
Again, if we make it clear it's because Wyl hates that we took their land and what our father did to their soldiers, it may even dissuade Bobby B from starting shit up again. Plus, it gets Bobby B to like us cuz it shows we can do war.

>>2916416
then let him bring it up then, not have us do so.

>>2916418
>>2916346
Maybe QM can do it so that he brings it up rather than us say, 'wanna hear about my war with wyl?'

>>2916405
>>2916375
>>2916367
>>2916358
>>2916353

"Your Grace, when we were traveling to Storms End, we stopped in Summerhall, to eat and rest, and we came across something I think you might be interested in." you say, as Robert gestures for a refill of his goblet.

"Indeed, Lady Blacksand? And what might that be? Not a dragon egg?"

"No far from that. We believe it is the helmet of Lord Fell, if the crescent moon and the hole from a warhammer in the side of it is anything to go by."

Robert looks surprised, then grins.

"Ahh, Summerhall. That was a proper battle, three traitors in one day, one after the other, all in the ruins of the family they chose to serve. Fitting really, when you consider the outcome for them. Of course, Silveraxe joined me afterwards, I knew sparing him was a smart move, but it did set the stage. Nothing like a hard fought victory against innumerable odds to get the singers happy. Did you keep the helmet? I'd like to see it, bring back old memories.."

Carth leans in.

"Yes we have it in out carriage. I'll have someone deliver it to you as soon as I can, hopefully before the tournament."

Jumping on the tangent, you swallow a mouthful of fish, and begin discussing the upcoming event.

"So what is going to be in this tournament? Obviously the joust, and you mentioned a melee, but is there anything else?"

Robert nods, gulps down some wine, and then calls for some ale to be brought.

"Yes, the joust will be on the second day, the melee on the last, and on the first day, archery and a hunt. Archery will be in the evening, we'll eat outside and watch it. Purse of 400 Dragons to the winner of the Joust, 200 for the melee, and I found 5 Valyrian steel arrows in the royal armoury, marked with the sigil of Rhaenys Targaryen, if Maester Pycell is to be believed, the old goat. So I'm contributing that as a prize for the Archery, so as to spare Renly the cost. Far smaller than I'd have liked, but Jon said anything more would seem rude to the damn Lannisters. And since the Kingslayer is one of those brood, better keep them happy, in case he tries to add more notches to his sword!"

Robert laughs at his own joke, and then points at you and Carth.

"It's not right for there to be no representation of your house at the tourney. Lord Carth, is there no way you'll enter the lists, even if it is for only two tilts?"

>Say you would enter the lists, if it was acceptable to the King?
>Say you would enter the melee, if it was acceptable to the King?
>Say nothing, allow Carth to answer.

>>2916476
What is the lists, for the Joust?

>>2916476
>Say you would enter the melee, if it was acceptable to the King?
I think Melee is probably less deadly than the Joust.

>>2916488
Yes, the lists is the name for the thing jousting takes place in.

>>2916476
>Say nothing, allow Carth to answer
We're going to get slaughtered at the melee

>>2916476
>Say nothing, allow Carth to answer.
Watching Carth get knocked out at first tilt will be fun

>>2916476
Ser Ascar is gonna be so disappointed he missed this

>>2916526
>>2916551
>>2916555
>not wanting to join some part of the tournament
Weak sauce, doesn't even matter if we lose.

>Say you would enter the melee, if it was acceptable to the King?

Maybe we can inspire Brienne

>>2916476
>Say nothing, allow Carth to answer
There are allies to be won while we watch the tournament.

>>2916586
If Lissara likes one thing, it's fighting. It doesn't make sense for her NOT to join the Tourney.

>>2916586
Also, there's several days of games, plenty of time to make friends.

>>2916591
I don't think she has a particular affinity for fighting. Besides, the intrigue that takes place behind a tourney is just as important and exciting as the main event.

>>2916607
Why in the fuck did we get Spears 2B specialty and Spear Fighter special ability if we didn't want to spec Lissara for combat then, you baka. Best way to progress now is through experience.

>>2916607
And we got Dodge and Command specialty, it's clear we have an affinity for fighting. You forget our character is only 17, she has many years to go and experience in early ages counts more than in later ages.

>>2916609
I'd have taken Warfare 4 and command 2b instead if I was there during char creation

>>2916624
Doesn't matter though, Lissara is who she is. I guess you can sorta impose your will on how you want the character to be, but then it's meta playing and pragmatism, rather than roleplaying. I understand there's always gunna but that, but Quests are for roleplaying mostly, not stats and powergaming.

>>2916476
>say youll enter the lists

we are, after all, dornish.

>write in

perhaps carth could join the hunt?

>>2916653
Are Dornish even known for Jousting? I don't think Dornish use much Armor as they are known for raiding and Guerilla fighting.

>>2916503
>>2916570
>>2916586
>>2916551
>>2916526

Carth smiles sheepishly, and shakes his head.

"I'll enter the archery, it's the thing I've got the best chance at. Lissara is a better fighter than I am, I'd last all of a second in the melee."

Robert looks at you with renewed interest.

"A bit more Dornish than your father then. Ah well, its probably best you don't enter. Jon would nag my ear off if I smashed you to the ground, doesn't look very good. Well, you all will be riding with us on the hunt? No sense in staying behind, eh?"

You and Carth agree to commit to the hunt, and Robert finishes his food, then strides over towards the opposite table, raising a goblet to Renly as he passes by. Renly is looking tired, blinking back at Robert as he raises his goblet back.

When the fish is finished, people get up, and the tables are cleared away to the side. Renly excuses himself, and Robert drags him back, as musicians begin playing a strong beat. Robert pushes Renly into the arms of Lady Delena Florent, and laughs as the woman kisses Renly on the cheek, and leads him onto the dance floors, to cheers from the hall. Carth extends his hand, and leads you out to follow, and the two of you join the growing dance floor. After two dances go past, Carth is tapped on the shoulder, and Cortnay takes his place, in a dance set to a fairly energetic Marcher song. After that, you take a break, and Cortnay fetches you a glass of watered wine. You are joined by Carth, who takes you onto the dance floor again. You dance a slow number, stepping carefully around the floor, and when it ends, Carth sweeps his hand back, and kisses your hand, the first love song you've danced to since your wedding. The two of you make your excuses, and hurry upstairs, briefly checking that the children are asleep, before heading into your room, and passionately kissing....
>Thats all tonight, see you on Wednesday, 1900 BST

>>2916476
>Say you would enter the melee, if it was acceptable to the King?
It's not about winning, it's about participating. Just have to make sure we're heavily armored.

>>2916679
Thanks for running

>>2916679
Is there still a chance to join the Tournament?

How is Ser Ascar recovering? We have not heard of him since the last thread.

I know this is loyalist country right now but man would it be cool to see Brynden in the archery contest.

The next day, early in the morning, you are awoken by a servant, who places a small tray of food and informs you the hunt will be leaving in an hour. Eating and dressing quickly, you head down with Carth to the courtyard, and find your horses already saddled and ready, and a growing mass of riders and hounds gathering near the main gate. You both join the mass, and wait for Robert and Renly to arrive.

About half an hour later, you see Robert walking down the steps, buckling on a belt with a large horn hanging from it, and with a large boar spear slung on his back. He swings himself into the saddle, and calls out.

"My brother is feeling somewhat ill, and claims its the dancing after the wine that I made him do. We'll make do without him!"

The hunt heads off, into the woods to the north of Storms End, and you face a decision as to what to do...


>Ride with the main group, talking and enjoying the ride?
>Ride ahead with the hounds, seeking to be the first to catch any prey the dogs chase down?
>Ride alone, looking for a kill all yours, no dogs involved.

>>2921185
>>Ride with the main group, talking and enjoying the ride?

>>2921185
>Ride with the main group, talking and enjoying the ride?

>>2921185
>Ride with the main group, talking and enjoying the ride?

>>2909057
How many hours did that OP take you Paint?

Dorne a shit.

>>2921185
>Ride with the main group, talking and enjoying the ride?

>>2921368
Hey I did it in Paint during the char gen thread between posts. I use it when the older thread is saging but isn't off the board

>>2921202
>>2921230
>>2921266

You and Carth both decide to settle in with the main party, mainly Lords and Ladies who are along for the fun, not the actual hunting. Servants on foot are serving small sweetmeats and wine, while people make idle conversation over the distant sound of dogs barking. The centre of attention is Lady Delena, though the subject of Edric is being carefully avoided. Robert, his Kingsguard, and the younger knights (including Ser Cortnay) have ridden off after the dogs, though you see Jamie Lannister riding away from the main group, a still stormy expression on his face.

>Who do you want to speak to?
>Lord Tarth (Isolated from the Stormlands, but powerful in their own right, with a strong navy)
>Lords Estermont (Robert's uncles, he's known to be close to them)
>Lord Caron (the Marcher Lord, unrecognised as the ruler of the marches, dislikes the Dornish)
>Lady Delena (Robert's mistress, still favoured by him)

>>2921395
>Lady Delena (Robert's mistress, still favoured by him)

Lets have some lady talk

>>2921395
>Lord Caron (the Marcher Lord, unrecognised as the ruler of the marches, dislikes the Dornish)
Got to be on good terms with our neighbours.

>>2921395
>>Lady Delena (Robert's mistress, still favoured by him)

>>2921395
>Lord Caron (the Marcher Lord, unrecognised as the ruler of the marches, dislikes the Dornish)

would warn against speaking with Lord Caron. It will make us very unpopular back in Dorne if they find our that we are getting along with him. They might see it as us banding together to hand the Marches over to him. Thereby making us a traitor

>>2921395
>Lord Caron (the Marcher Lord, unrecognised as the ruler of the marches, dislikes the Dornish)
>>2921418
Screw them. You can't trust any of them. I'd rather have a loyal ally with us.

>>2921439
>>2921415
>>2921411
>>2921406
>>2921404


"Lord Caron! I believe we haven't had the pleasure. Lady Blacksand, of Shadowpeak." you call out riding up to the man sitting in the saddle, sipping from a goblet. He is well built, and his face is slim and handsome, his hair a vivid dark red. He turns to you, and nods slowly, his eyes narrowing as he looks you up and down.

"Lady Blacksand. I saw you yesterday during the audience with the King. The king complimented you on taking after your mother, but I hope you share your father's opinions on the Marches? Though you have beaten them back..."

Carth raises his eyebrows.

"Lord Caron, we were simply defending ourselves against the hostility of House Wyl. They did try to assassinate us."

"And you allowed Manwoody to prosper and thrive. You should have wiped both out in a single blow. And you allowed that Wyl snake to take the seat of his father. You don't seriously believe he'll keep his word do you? The moment your back is turned he'll revert to type, scheming and planning against any Stormlander. However, that is just my opinion. Do you have anything to ask of me, or is this simple pleasurable talk?" Caron says, as he bites into a lemoncake, and stares coolly at you.

>Ask about his view of the Marches at the moment?
>Ask about his view of potential threats in the future?
>Ask about his views on Robert and Edric?
>Write in...
>Ask nothing, simply pleasurable conversation?

>>2921459
>>Ask about his view of the Marches at the moment?
>>Ask about his view of potential threats in the future?

>>2921459
>>Ask about his view of the Marches at the moment?
>>Ask about his view of potential threats in the future?
>>Ask about his views on Robert and Edric?

>>2921459
>>Ask about his view of the Marches at the moment?
>>Ask about his view of potential threats in the future?

>>2921469
>>2921487
>>2921508

"Well Lord Caron, if you are offering advice, might I bend your experienced ear about the Marches. Given the rather drastic changes my activities have wrought, what's you view on the Marches, as they stand?"

Lord Caron smiles, but his eyes are dead.

"Do you know what a shark is, Lady Blacksand? A large fish, that eats anything it can hunt. When fishing for sharks, one simply drains a goat overboard, then drops the corpse in. The sharks go insane when they scent blood, attacking other sharks and prey indiscriminately. They become easy targets to harpoon. And you just spilled an entire cow into the waters. If there wasn't a hawk overhead, I myself may feel inclined to go fishing. Hawks have a habit of stealing the kill, ruining the fun of the sport..."

Carth shakes his head, and as Lord Caron turns to have his goblet refilled rolls his eyes at you. As Lord Caron turns back, you politely smile, and continue.

"So what would you say is the threat to look at? Both here, and in general."

Lord Caron gives a short bark of laughter.
"Says the girl swimming with the sharks? It's the one you have attached to you."

With that, he spurs his horse forward, as a clear hunting horn sounds, and the dogs begin baying. Carth looks excited, and kicks his horse forward.

>Join the chase?
>Stay behind, and look to see who isn't pursuing?
>Write in...

>>2921531
>Join the chase?
I hope we brought our boar spear

>>2921531
>>Join the chase?

>>2921531
>Join the chase

>>2921538
>>2921540
>>2921553

Give me Animal Handling (Ride) (4d6)

Rolled 1, 2, 2, 3 = 8 (4d6)

>>2921579

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

>>2921579

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

>>2921579

>>2921583
>>2921585
>>2921589
7,13,9 vs TN 12 (1 degree of success)

You kick your horse forward, and the forest blurs as you begin riding down the trail. You soon catch up to the head of the chase, though the dogs and the party with them is still far away. Another minute of riding, and the dogs are sounding closer and closer, having clearly stopped. As you approach, you see Robert, and several other knights clustered around a thicket, out of which several loud yelps and howls are coming from.

"Ahh, Lady Blacksand, first to join the real hunters! Wine and sweetmeats get too sickly for you?" calls Robert, before waving his spear towards the thicket.

"There's a nasty looking wolf in there, some black furred creature, currently squaring off with the dogs! I was about to go and kill it myself, but of course, what the lady wants she gets. But if she wants a wolf-fur cloak, I'll ask her to get it herself..."

>Decline, allow Robert to enter and try to kill the wolf?
>Accept, and enter the thicket to fight? (The hunt will offer you a selection of weapons)

>>2921601
>Decline, allow Robert to enter and try to kill the wolf?

>>2921601
>Accept, and enter the thicket to fight? (The hunt will offer you a selection of weapons)

>>2921601
>Accept, and enter the thicket to fight? (The hunt will offer you a selection of weapons)

>>2921601
>Accept, and enter the thicket to fight? (The hunt will offer you a selection of weapons)

>>2921601
>Decline, allow Robert to enter and try to kill the wolf?

>>2921601
>>2921601
>Decline, allow Robert to enter and try to kill the wolf?

>>2921601
>accept

>>2921601
>Decline, allow Robert to enter and try to kill the wolf?

If he dies now, things will be really interesting.

>>2921658
he isnt going to die,he is young and not poisoned. the only thing hell do is think we are a bit of a wuss like most other women.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2921651
>>2921634
>>2921622
>>2921619
>>2921615
>>2921611
>>2921607
>>2921658

>1. Accept
>2. Decline

>>2921667
"Well your Grace, black has always suited me. Though I hope all you fine knights don't expect me to kill it with my bare hands?"

Robert laughs, and calls behind him for his squire.

"Massey! Bring out some weapons for the second Nymeria!"

A young man, slightly older than you with a grin on his face steps forward, and rolls out a long roll of leather, revealing a large amount of weapons in various conditions, but all with the mark of House Baratheon. There is a bow, a crossbow, a longsword, a large mace, and a small spear with two prongs.

"Well my Lady? The choice is yours?" the squire says, a clear grin on his face, as Robert cuffs him around the ear.

"Behave yourself boy! She's married, and too much for you to handle, if she's anything like her father!"

>The Bow?
>The Crossbow?
>The Longsword?
>The Mace?
>The Frog Spear?
>Ask Robert for his Boar Spear?

>>2921669
>Ask Robert for his Boar Spear?

>>2921669
>ask robert for his boar spear

i hope we do well and have a black coat for a future visit to kings landing

>>2921669
>Ask Robert for his Boar Spear?

For as often as we use Boar Spears to absolutely Wreck shit, we should totally buy a bonus die in Strength at some point- arguing that it's from holding Carth down so much.

>>2921683
>>2921680
>>2921677

>Give me Persuasion Charm (6d6)

Rolled 3, 1, 4, 1, 5, 4 = 18 (6d6)

>>2921706

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

>>2921706

We do have rerolls for one right?

Rolled 5, 3, 2, 4, 5, 5 = 24 (6d6)

>>2921706

>>2921724
...so when do we get to sleep with Bobby B?

>>2921733
Let's not.

>>2921737
But we're totally handling his spear

>>2921722
With spears, you can choose to strike again for less damage when you miss an attack

>>2921709
>>2921715
>>2921724
>17,18,21 vs TN 15 (2 degrees of success)

You pick up the frog spear, and twirl it around your head, tossing it from hand to hand.

"Gentlemen, this seems a little... lacking for a woman like me. Something such as what the king has, that's more my type."

All the knights laugh, except for the two Kingsguard present, one who visibly blushes, the other, recognisable as Barristan Selmy, shakes his head slowly. Robert slaps his knee, then tosses his spear to you, which you spin in the air, and feel the balance.

"Try this, might be more enjoyable!" Robert calls, before bowing elegantly, and gesturing to the thicket.

Shaking your head, you enter the bushes, and push your way through the branches. You emerge into a clearing, and see two dead dogs, their innards spilled onto the ground by a huge beast, that now hunkers over the body of them, chewing. The rest of the pack are a few metres back, barking and yelping at the creature. As you enter, it raises its head, and you can tell this is no wolf. Precisely what it is, you are uncertain, but wolves don't have two inch long claws, and long shaggy fur that covers their whole body, or break bones while a pack of dogs hang back from attacking.

It looks at you, and makes a deep snorting snarl, before lowering it's head, and continuing to eat the dead dog.

>Try to spur the dogs to attack?
>Attack?
>Retreat?

>>2921752
>Attack
Oh no, we're totally going to embarrass ourselves

>>2921752
>Attack?

Let's give it a go.

>>2921752
>Attack?

>>2921786
>>2921770
>>2921761

Give me Fighting (Spears) (6d6)

Rolled 2, 5, 1, 5, 6, 3 = 22 (6d6)

>>2921789

Rolled 5, 4, 3, 6, 3, 6 = 27 (6d6)

>>2921789

>>2921789

>>2921752
Meant Persuasion rerolls with attractive.

Rolled 1, 6, 5, 4, 3, 3 = 22 (6d6)

>>2921811
Lets try that again.

Rolled 1, 2, 3, 5, 2 = 13 (5d6)

>>2921813
>>2921807
>>2921793

>19, 21, 18 vs TN 12 (2 degrees of success)
>Damage 4x2=8-1=7

>Creature takes 7 Damage

You steady yourself, and charge forward, you nose filling with a noxious stink coming from the creature. It ignores you, and you strike into it's hide, feeling some resistance, as though striking cheap armour. The creature shrieks, and hisses, before jumping back and circling around the clearing, the dogs backing away as you match it pace for pace. Now it is fully standing, it is near 5ft at the shoulder, it's head showing a set of 4 long canines.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=112JsKtbCEE

>Give me Agility please (3d6)

Rolled 6, 2, 4 = 12 (3d6)

>>2921828
Seems...dire.

Rolled 4, 4, 6 = 14 (3d6)

>>2921828

Rolled 5, 6, 4 = 15 (3d6)

>>2921828
This is going to be tough

>>2921834
>>2921844
>>2921832
>Your speed: 14
>Creature's Speed:12

What do you want to do?
>Attack
>Retreat
>Sic the dogs?
>Attempt to tame it? (This is a bad idea, but the system allows it...)

>>2921856
>Sic the dogs?
Need to soften her up

>>2921864
Our animal handling is eh.

>>2921856
>Attack

>>2921856
>Sic the dogs
They're hounds, I think they're trained to kill this thing.

>>2921913
>>2921864
>>2921871

Okay, give me Animal Handling (3d6)

Rolled 5, 6, 1 = 12 (3d6)

>>2921917

Rolled 2, 6, 1 = 9 (3d6)

>>2921917

Rolled 1, 4, 6 = 11 (3d6)

>>2921917

Rolled 1, 2, 1, 5, 3 = 12 (5d6)

>>2921930
>>2921944
>>2921947
>12,9,11 vs TN 15 (1 Degree of Failure)

You spur the dogs to attack, to hopefully drag the thing down, but as they move in, the pack shies back, as the claws of the creature lash out...

>>2921951
One of the dogs receives a mighty slash across its chest, and the creatures hisses in triumph as the dogs begin shrinking back, towards the edge of the thicket, cowed by the huge creature. The creature turns and looks at you directly, its face seeming to grin, dripping with gore from the two dogs.


>Attack?
>Retreat?
>Sic the dogs again?
>Attempt to tame it? (This is a bad idea, but the system allows it...)

>>2921960
>Attack

>>2921960
>Attack

>>2921960
>Attack

>>2921988
>>2921985
>>2921964

Give me Fighting Spears (6d6)

Rolled 5, 4, 5, 3, 6, 2 = 25 (6d6)

>>2921991

Rolled 5, 6, 4, 1, 6, 2 = 24 (6d6)

>>2921991

>>2921991

Rolled 6, 4, 6, 5, 1, 6 = 28 (6d6)

>>2922025

>>2922031
>>2922009
>>2921996

>20,21,23 vs TN 12 (3 Degrees of Success)
>Damage 4x3=12-1=11
>IMPALE triggers!

Give me an Athletics test please (3d6)

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

>>2922037

Rolled 5, 1, 5 = 11 (3d6)

>>2922037

>>2922040
>>2922048
>10,11 vs TN 9 (1 degree of success)

>Take the weapon back? (Cause damage, have your weapon)
>Leave your weapon? (Creature will be imapled, but you will have no weapon if it gets free)

>>2922054
>>Leave your weapon? (Creature will be imapled, but you will have no weapon if it gets free)
Rush back and take another spear. This thing is tough and will take many wounds to kill.

>>2922063
+1

Rolled 3, 2, 2, 4, 2 = 13 (5d6)

>>2922063
>>2922069

>Creature takes a wound

>>2922074

>9 vs TN 9 (1 Degree of Success)

>Creature takes an Injury

>Lissara
>Health: 9
>Injuries: 0
>Wounds: 0

>Creature
>Health: 5
>Injuries: 1
>Wounds: 1


The long spear slams into the chest of the creature as it bounds towards you, and you wrench the haft to the side, as the beast sinks onto it. The spear is wedged in the ground, trapping the creature upright, but as you begin to back away, the creature swipes its claws at the spear, and knocks it aside, ripping the point out, leaving a splatter of blood on the floor. The creature growls at you, it's eyes now tinged with red...
>Attack?
>Attempt to recover your weapon?
>Retreat out of the thicket?
>Sic the dogs again?
>Attempt to tame it? (This is a bad idea, but the system allows it...)

Momma needs a new cloak and I'm feeling lucky.

>Attack

>>2922095
You don't have a weapon...

>>2922086
>>Sic the dogs again?

>>2922098
>>2922095
>Attempt to recover your weapon

Sorry, i misread that.