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Dramatis Personae:
>Ser Mervyn Reynold, 25, Our MC.
Ser Mervyn grew up the son of a bastard hedge knight who did not know his father and a blacksmiths daughter. After his mother passed at the age of 5, his father began travelling the westerlands to sell his sword to anyone who would hire him. Eventually, the man passed away to a pox when Mervyn was 17, but not before knighting his son. He than took his fathers horse and mule and travelled in the same way. Eventually, he heard of a tourney for a young maiden’s hand, he attended and won handily over many much nobler knights. He now serves the Lady of the House, Elleanor Reynold as her sworn shield.

>Alyssa Reynold, 17, Mervyn’s Wife
Alyssa is a pretty young girl and mother to your infant son, Marqus. She is driven and tenacious, if not impatient, and she has been reared to be a player in the game by her mother. While not considered beautiful as her elder sister might be, her red curls and sea green eyes certainly make her comely. She is gifted at weaving through the art of noble intrigue and has a knack for remembering heraldry and house history.

>Lord Titus Reynold, 46
Lord Titus was born Titus Lantell of Lannisport, and grew up to be a knight who swore his sword to the Lannisters. During the Reyne/Tarbeck Rebellion, he was commanded by Tywin Lannister to march with 300 men to confine the Lady Elleanor, then a maiden of 16 years, and prevent House Reynold from aiding the Reynes and Tarbecks in rebellion as a favour to her father, the late Lord Marqus. A relatively oafish man who cares not for the workings of his house, he is not without a degree of cunning and ultimately seeks to usurp his wife as the true head of the house.

>Lady Elleanor Reynold, 36
Lady Elleanor is a woman who remembers. Once betrothed to Ser Reynard Reyne, she endured losing both her father and betrothed in the span of a year at the age of 16, and was subsequently married off to a lowly knight of Lannisport. She endured the dishonour, even providing 6 children to her husband, all in the memory of her father and Reynard. She is the true power in Ember Peak, and seeks to retain control of her house by any means necessary.

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You walked down the hallway that led to your room that you were staying in at Lantell Manor, as your heels clicked against the marble floor in a pleasing manor. The manor was lavish, with tapestries and paintings adorning the walls and the flooring being a lovely ash grey marble with streak of dark navy running through it. The Lantells, led by Ser Tyrion Lantell, had prospered during his reign as the Knight of Lantell Manor. This was in large part because he was more of a merchant than a knight, but in a city such as Lannisport it was easier to make a living that way so you supposed it didn’t matter.

You had decided you wished to see your infant son, Marqus, as well as your wife, Alyssa. You smiled as you thought about the two of them with their matching green eyes and fiery red hair even though Marqus only had a small amount of thin wispy baby hair as it currently stood. Your son was a loud and healthy babe, and had a fearsome cry when something upset him, making him the child most parents hope for and dread at the same time. But as you approached your temporary lodgings, you immediately found something to be amiss. The door to the chamber was opened slightly and a feeling down in the pit of your stomach told you that something wasn’t quite right and as you slowly pushed open the door you find yourself confronted by a man holding Marqus in his arms, babbling at him as one does when holding a happy babe.

When he looks up at you, your heart sinks and you can feel your heart pound like a war drum as you gaze upon his features. Parts of him looked very much like you, only he had simple and common brown eyes like many of the smallfolk did. The square line of his chin that was visible beneath his short, dirty blonde beard was the same as yours as well, but the eyes which looked so friendly when he was entertaining your son soon turned to a cold and judging stare.

“Good lookin’ boy you got here Merv. You sure he’s yours? Couldn’t tell by lookin’ at him with the red hair and all.”

You greeted the man with nothing but silence as your mind raced to find the words. Your instincts told you to spring forward and tear your son away from him, but you found yourself paralyzed and unable to either find your tongue or your feet.

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“What? Nothing to say to me after all these years? You figured you just left me behind to die and that you’d find yourself a new family? Figure you’re better than me hey? Finding a home and marrying some noble bitch, having her whelp your children? Well let me tell you something Mervyn, that boy of yours has bastard blood in him, same as you, and same as me. You think these people give a rats fuck about you? You think they’re loyal to you? When I tell them what you did to me…how you left me to die alone after stealing my armour and horse…they’ll abandon you just as quickly as you abandoned me. That’s right Mervyn. They are all about to find out about the real you. Nothing more than a bastards son, a common brigand and a thief. Let alone a noble knight serving a great house like you’ve somehow managed to weasel your way into…”

He stands and places your son into the small crib that had been placed in your room and he rolls his neck and cracks his knuckles, just as he always had when you were small and he crossed the room to walk over directly in front of you and he spits at your feet.

“You abandoned your own father to die by the roadside Mervyn. You are a coward and a thief and now the whole world is going to know about it…but not before I teach you a lesson first. You always were a slow learner. I don’t care how big you’ve gotten I’ll still give you the beating you deserve. Like you always deserved…”

Your father raised his hand to backhand you across the face and…

Can I get 4d6 for will please!

Rolled 2, 3, 6, 3 = 14 (4d6)

>>3837847

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

>>3837847

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

>>3837847

Alright can I please get 5d6 for fighting please and thank you

Rolled 4, 3, 3, 5, 6 = 21 (5d6)

>>3837946

>>3837946

Rolled 1, 5, 2, 3, 6 = 17 (5d6)

>>3837946
Messed up some how..

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

>>3837946

Rolled 5, 4, 5, 3, 2 = 19 (5d6)

>>3837946

Alright writing here guys!

>>3837963
I hope this is good
Also, is this really our dad? Or a Faceless Man?

>>3838093
I dont think anyone who is pissed at us can afford a faceless man

>>3838097
I mean, they’re generally not technically expensive

--- Ser Mervyn’s Will Test ---
Rolled 13 vs DC: 12, 15, 18
Result: One Degree of Success, Failed, Failed

--- Ser Mervyn’s Fighting Test ---
Rolled 21 vs DC: 12, 15, 18
Result: Two Degrees of Success, Two Degrees of Success, One Degree of Success

You manage to snap out of your trance and as your father lashes out at you, you block the blow with your forearm and lash out with a cross of your own and catch him unawareness in the chin and he falls to the floor but as you follow him he rolls out of the blow and is soon back onto his feet. You had become an expert fighter for a reason. No matter the mans flaws as a father, he was himself an excellent fighter and had the experience and toughness to be able to roll with the punches. He throws himself at your and connects with two thunderous blows, one to the ribs that nearly knocks the wind out of you and one that goes high and you can feel your brain rattle around in your skull but you grunt and shrug off the blows and you grab him but his surcoat and pull him into you and deliver him a headbutt right in between the eyes and a wash of blood cascades down from his nose as you throw your own fist into his gut and drive the air out of him as he falls.

You stare down at him but you can hear Marqus crying, the commotion of the scuffle having disturbed his crib as your gaze jumps from the upturned crib to your father laying before you. Your son could be injured, but the soul before you could be extinguished forever if you could just have the stomach for the task…

>Kill your father
>Rush to look after Marqus

>>3838159
>Rush to look after Marqus

Check on the person that is actually important to us. ALso we should probably find out how the hell he got in

>>3838159
>>Kill your father

>>3838159
>>Rush to look after Marqus

>>3838161
Ditto, but we should kill dad sometime soonish

>>3838159
>Kill your father

>>3838159
>>Kill your father
This is an evil man, even if not by intention. The world screwed him and he took it out on the closest thing he had.
I'd like to try and make amends but the bastasd clearly isnt right in the head.

>>3838159
>>Rush to look after Marqus

so where is the nany or anyone else for that matter?

>>3838159
>Rush to look after Marqus
For all our flaws, we’ll be a better father than he ever was

>>3838159
>>Rush to look after Marqus

Alright, we'll go look after Marqus. Can I get 4d6 for awareness

Rolled 3, 3, 3, 5 = 14 (4d6)

>>3838255

Rolled 2, 3, 1, 5 = 11 (4d6)

>>3838255

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

>>3838255

DC was 15. Would you guys like to activate lucky to try for a fourth roll?

--- Activate Lucky? ---

>yes
>no

>>3838296
yes

>>3838228
It's a dream.

>>3838296
>yes

>>3838296
>>yes

>>3838296
>>no

>>3838296
>No

>>3838296
>>yes

>>3838296
>no

>>3838316
+1

>>3838296
>no

>>3838296
>dream rolls and insights don't matter voters

>yes

>>3838296
>yes!!

>>3838621
>Nothing good or insightful can happen from failing

Looks like we should have finished him off.

Rolled 1, 1, 5, 2 = 9 (4d6)

>>3838296
>yes
Clearing the dice

>>3838296
Yes
>>3838316
Your point?

>>3838159
>Kill your father

>>3838306
>>3838384
>>3838388
>>3838528
>>3838528
>>3838621
>>3838702
>>3838792

>Yes - 7

>>3838439
>>3838455
>>3838611
>>3838619

>No - 4

Alright, 4d6 for awareness please guys.
Unfortunately I have to go to work today, but I'll be back as soon as I can get writing. This might be a bit of a slower run/week for me, but once this upcoming weekend passes it should all be back to normal.

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

>>3838865

>>3838870
Based

Rolled 1, 4, 3, 5 = 13 (4d6)

>>3838865

Rolled 1, 6, 6, 3 = 16 (4d6)

>>3838865

>>3838870
anon saves the day

>>3838870
Well done Anon, good save

>>3838870
Well done Anon! Alright writing here.

>>3839464
no u!

You turn your back on your father and dash to the other side of the room and you slide onto your knees as you skid across the floor and you find Marqus bawling, but safe, swaddled up in cloth of grey and red. You stand as you hold him in your arms, and you turn to your father and turned your body to shield your son from him. As if out of thin air, a pitchfork appeared in your fathers hands.

--- Ser Mervyn’s Awareness Test ---
Rolled 15 vs DC: 15
Result: One Degree of Success

In fact, it did appear out of thin air, and as you bore your teeth at the man you notice he seems younger. His surcoat was different too. He had changed to the man he had been the night he had nearly killed you as a boy and he was stumbling drunk. And as he thrust the rusty old pitchfork into your midsection you grimace in preparation of the blow that you were about to receive…but it never came. And when you finally opened your eyes again you found yourself surrounded by darkness. You were holding Marqus with your right arm and he was crying hysterically. You had backed yourself into a corner and were reaching out with your left as you frantically tried to orientate yourself amidst the commotion. The servants of the Manor had clearly not known of your peculiarities about keep the fire well lit as it had burned low and all the light you could see was a small glow that barely emanated a foot from the ashes and you can hear Allysa crying and hysterically whispering to you telling you that it was her.

You heard her more than saw her as she fumbled with something along the night stand as she rushed to fire place to light a candle and you felt your heartbeat pound in your ears as she crept forward and you saw the fear on her face, as well as the tears coming down from her eyes.

“Mervyn, Mervyn it’s me. It’s me, Alyssa. It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re safe. Just…just give me Marqus…”

She leaned in as you calmed down and gently pried your son from your arms and soothed him with calm words as she placed him on the feather bed that the two of you were sharing and once he has stopped crying, she pulls away and leans back against the wall, falling down onto her rear as she sits besides you and wraps her arm around and buries her head in the crook of your shoulder and her curly mane of hair tickles up your nose and itches your face and the two of you sit in the small glow of the candle together for what seems like an eternity and the candle has almost shrunk down to a puddle of wax on the floor and she disappears from your side for a moment and you stare an empty look at the flickering flame as she returns with a handful of small candles and lights another one, sticking it on the cold marble floor and leans back into you and pauses for a moment before asking “…so are you going to tell me about what happened…you’ve never mentioned your father before and it’s all you were saying while you dreamed was “Father…father”

--- Tell Alyssa about your father, Ser Orlick Hill? ---

>yay
>nay

>>3839584
>>yay

>>3839584
>yay

>>3839584
>>yay

>>3839584
>yay

>>3839584
>>yay

>>3839584
Yay
It’s better she knows

>>3839584
>>yay

>>3839584
>yay

>>3839584
>yay

Thank you for your patience here guys, this really isn't how I like to run threads letting votes go this long but that looks like a definitive yes to telling Alyssa about Merv's dad. Writing

>>3839994
It's okay Papa Joe we love you no matter how you run.

>>3839581
>She leaned in as you calmed down and gently pried your son from your arms and soothed him with calm words as she placed him on the feather bed that the two of you were sharing and once he has stopped crying, she pulls away and leans back against the wall, falling down onto her rear as she sits besides you and wraps her arm around and buries her head in the crook of your shoulder and her curly mane of hair tickles up your nose and itches your face and the two of you sit in the small glow of the candle together for what seems like an eternity and the candle has almost shrunk down to a puddle of wax on the floor and she disappears from your side for a moment and you stare an empty look at the flickering flame as she returns with a handful of small candles and lights another one, sticking it on the cold marble floor and leans back into you and pauses for a moment before asking “…so are you going to tell me about what happened…you’ve never mentioned your father before and it’s all you were saying while you dreamed was “Father…father”
That's quite the awkwardly long sentence lmao

You sighed heavily as your head fell forward and you took a deep breath. Your fingers rolled back and forth from making a fist to an open palm and you reached forward to hold your hand above the small candle flame, holding it there for an uncomfortable amount of time until the heat became unbearable and you pulled back.

“It’s a long story Ally.”

Your wife pushes herself into you harder and brings up her own fist in which she gripped a fist full of candles.

“I think we have all night Merv. I’ve always wondered why you never talked about your family.”

“Aye, well, it wasn’t like it was in the songs I can tell you that. My father was a hedge knight, named Orlik Hill. He was a bastard of some lord or knight, but he didn’t ever know who his father was. He was given to a hedge knight who raised him as his own and taught him how to fight. My father was a gifted fighter, and soon enough he earned his own knighthood, saved enough coin for a suit of armour, a horse and a sword and began to wander the land looking for work. He wasn’t really one for tournaments. Said they were just highborn pricks pretending to fight. He sold his sword where he could until one day he came to the village where my mother lived. Her own father was the blacksmith, and when my father came into his shop to have his armour repaired, he said he was struck by her beauty. Especially her eyes. Blue like the summer sky he used to say. So he stayed on in the village, working as a shop guard for my mothers father and eventually they married and had me.”

You told her all about your earliest childhood memories which were simple and happy times. Playing around your grandfather’s forge, playing with other village children and what not. A typical childhood for a peasant boy. And then one day that all changed. An illness had spread amongst the village, first taking your grandfather in the first few days, and soon after your mother had fallen ill yet she refused to use the small amount of savings that the two of them had collected since your birth in order to pay for your apprenticeship fee to a reputable craftsman when you got older. And then she died. That sent your father into a deep and dark depression, and after burying her behind the smithy, he took up his sword and mounted his steed and together the two of you left your childhood home and taken to the road and that was when your problems started. He had taken to drinking, and with the drinking came the beatings and the threats and numerous times you had come close to dying.

Alyssa reaches out and grasps your hands tightly, and as you look at her you can see her face is a mask of empathy and after hearing about an incident when your father had knocked out a few of your baby teeth and she moves onto your lap as the two of you stare into the candleflame.

“You’re already a much better father than him Merv. Even in your dream you ran to protect little Marq from him. You aren’t him and I know that you’re a good man, no matter what you’ve had to do in the past. You don’t have to tell me tonight, but one day you’ll have to tell me more about your past.”

Your young wife stands shadows play across her naked body and she turns to you, bringing her both her womanhood and breasts into the glow of the light.

“I don’t suppose you want to make a fire do you? Spring may be on it’s way but I’m still cold.”

She had crossed her arms but you could see her nipples had hardened in the cold of the night and you went about getting a roaring fire going in the hearth. It stood on the wall across from the bed and she had gathered up the furs and quilts from the bed and laid them in front of the fire you had started that crackled satisfyingly as you leaned back against the frame of the bed, wrapped up and holding your wife, who in turn was holding your son who you could her quietly breathing if you listened closely enough. Soon enough Alyssa’s eyes closed and you held them both tightly in your arms but sleep would not come. Even when your eyes felt heavy from fatigue and the warmth from your wife and the fire tried to lure you into falling back into slumber your mind raced, the dream you’d had replaying over and over again until you heard servants beginning to stir in the hallway as morning came. You shake your head like a dog trying to get water out of it’s coat as you banish the thoughts of what could have happened last night. The thoughts of accidently harming Alyssa, or worse, Marqus were almost too terrible to contemplate so you focused on the day ahead. Alyssa’s nameday was coming in a month or two and this would likely be the last time you would be in Lannisport to acquire any gifts for her, while it would also be prudent to train with the new hammer you’d brought with you. Lastly, Ser Cedrick had enquired after you and had offered to take you hunting outside the city walls before you had to take ship to Fair Isle the following day…

--- What would you like to do? ---
>Shopping amidst Lannisport (Alyssa’s nameday gift, a lantern, etc)
>Train in the yard with your men
>Go hunting with Ser Cedrick Lantell

>>3840105
>Shopping amidst Lannisport (Alyssa’s nameday gift, a lantern, etc)
Well I know she likes gardening but getting her a shovel seems low, I guess the go to would be a fine piece of jewelry, I'd say a fine necklace.

>>3840110
get her some exotic seeds or saplings
>Shopping amidst Lannisport (Alyssa’s nameday gift, a lantern, etc
>>3840105
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>>3840105
>Shopping amidst Lannisport (Alyssa’s nameday gift, a lantern, etc)

>>3840086
Hahaha yeah not my best "sentence". Damn you writing with time constraints sucks.

Anyhow, I'm going to let this vote go overnight and I'll be back tomorrow

>>3840105
>>Train in the yard with your men
We just gave her the gift of trust. We should be good for a while.

>>3840110
Well, I wouldn't want to be this singleminded or simple (hurr, she likes plants so we gift her plants every time), a new dress for the upcoming summer should fit nicely.

>>3840105
I want to do all of those things to be honest. Can we shop for a gift on our way back? Or we won't be returning the same way?

>>3840105
>>Shopping amidst Lannisport (Alyssa’s nameday gift, a lantern, etc)


>You're a good man
Hahaha

>>3840105
>Shop for a nameday gift
Happy wife, happy life.
I would like to go
>Hunting with Ser Cedrick as well.
We're up early enough that we should be able to fit them both in if we don't spend too long dillydallying over breakfast.

Wow. I was convinced I was about to read some wifeslaying. Holy kats. Let's vote for train in the yard, as per
>>3840137

>>3840105
>Shopping amidst Lannisport (Alyssa’s nameday gift, a lantern, etc)

Get her a new hair brush. Women loves hair brushes

>>3840200
Out of curiosity, how badly could this whole thing have turned out if we went after daddy dearest instead of Marqus or failed that awareness roll? I'm guessing we could have seriously hurt or killed someone.

Alright well I don't have to go in to work today and have some spare time on my hands today, so I think we can manage two of these things if you guys want. Training in the yard leads 3 - 1 as it stands, but shopping for a nameday gift is locked in.

>>3840169
The rest of the family will be returning by Lannisport, but Elleanor and yourself will be requiring an escort as she is returning home by a different route. Also, just as the men got some new duds last thread, the women did the same, but clothes are never a bad idea either.

>>3840450
Had you failed the awareness tests and not realized you were dreaming, you could have ended up dropping Marqus when you were stabbed in your dream. Meanwhile, had you gone after your father instead of rushing to gather Marqus in Merv's parasomniac state, you would have ended up trying to strangle Alyssa for so long as you were asleep.

Anywhos, yeah I'll sit on this for half an hour before I start writing if you guys want to do a second option.

>>3840466
Then I'll vote for training in the yard

Alright training in the yard as well. Cool.

Now, what do we want to get Alyssa? I see dresses, gardening paraphernalia and jewelry.

--- What do we want to get Alyssa for her nameday? ---

>>3840522
A mirror from Myr and a hair brush of ivory

>>3840522
Some proper, rough and tough worker's clothes and boots! Can't have her work in silk dresses.

Honestly i have not a clue

>>3840539
Supporting this.

>>3840539
Ditto
Well, that could have gone way worse

Cool. Writing here!

--- 15/09/281 ---

You decide that you would head out into the markets of Lannisport. Alyssa and yourself had broken your fast together in the main hall of the manor and you had stood from the bench and gave her a firm squeeze on the shoulder and with a nod you headed off to find Sers Derrick and Merrick. As you walked towards the barracks you came across Ser Cedrick Lantell, the heir of Lantell Manor arm in arm with his young sister, Cerenna Lantell and he hailed you with a wave.

“Good morning Ser Mervyn. I take it from the look on your face that you won’t be joining Cerenna and I hawking this morning?”

“No Ser, I have business in the city today unfortunately. Perhaps another time Ser, or perhaps one day you’ll visit Ember Peak.”

Ser Cedrick Lantell smiles a broad smile. While he somewhat resembled his younger brother Cardyn, his mannerisms and bearing were nothing alike. Where Cardyn wore a mask of arrogant indifference, Cedrick’s face was kind and welcoming. All three of the siblings had the dirty blonde hair and gold hazel eyes that were endemic to the family. Cedricks face was also slightly rounder than Cardyns, as he was of a similar nature to their father and favoured the quill as his weapon than a sword. He was two and twenty, and he had three children with his wife, Lady Catherine who was originally born to house Myatt. Fatherhood had thickened the man, and he had a stocky build with a broad chest and wide shoulders and you had seen his children running about the manor.

“I should hope that one day I might visit my siblings at your home Ser. I’m sure Catherine and Alyssa would enjoy themselves, and my older daughter Catrina adores babes. She’ll be a wonderful mother when she grows. Well Ser, I won’t keep you. Good day.”

You soon found the twins of your cavalry company and the three of you were soon on your way out of the manor, and after telling them you were after a small myrish mirror and a new hairbrush, perhaps one made of ivory or whalebone. The twins nodded and led the way and soon you are in a wealthy district of Lannisport and you soon dip into a shop, pushing aside strings of beads that hang across the threshold of the building where you a greeted by a strangely dressed essosi man whos shop was full of peculiarities.

“Hello my Lord. Good Lord. Come come. My wares are best in city. Best prices. Cheap. Very Cheap!”

You gaze about the shop, your eyes darting between a petrified manticore stood to various exotic goods that you hadn’t the faintest idea of what they were. You turn to the shop keep and can’t help but stare at the man. His beard was dyed a bright red, while his eyes brows were a deep and dark blue. The hair on his head was completely gone but he had tattoos going all across his scalp.

“I’m looking for a mirror for a lady. A small hand mirror.”

The essosi claps his hands together and bobs his head.

“Of course my lord, of course. One moment. Short moment.”

With that the man disappears behind another curtain of beads and he soon returns with a small chest which to clunks onto a small side table that was cluttered with various phials and bottles. The smell coming from the shop was exotic and overwhelming, smelling of perfumes, spices, must and dust and you could feel a slight twinge in your head as the smells began to give you a headache. Your eyes land on what is clearly a lantern. The frame was made of wrought iron, turned into ornate shapes of larks and nightingales on each corner and the handle is in the shape of a snake chasing it’s tail. The man sweeps off space on the small table and pulls forth a key and unlocks the chest, and pulls forth a few small shapes wrapped in cloth and unwraps them before placing them on the table revealing three small mirrors. The first is small and unadorned, a simple silver mirror. The next is engraved with a forest scene on the back, and as you roll it in your fingers. A doe walked between two trees with a fawn following just behind her. It was finely made and had a certain weight to it that was pleasing to your hand. The last was silver and gold, and the depictions on the back looked like a cityscape with gold pyramids on the back.

“The first is fifty silver stags, the second is 150, while the last one, and my very best price, two of your westerosi gold dragons.”

--- What mirror to buy? ---

>Plain, 50 Silver Stags
>Forest Scene, 150 Silver Stags
>Golded Cityscape, 2 Gold Dragons

Can I also get 3d6 for bargain please

Rolled 3, 5, 6 = 14 (3d6)

>>3840612
>Forest Scene, 150 Silver Stags

Rolled 3, 6, 5 = 14 (3d6)

>>3840612
>Forest Scene, 150 Silver Stags

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

>>3840612
>>Forest Scene, 150 Silver Stags

Alright I have to go run a few errands but I'll try to hurry back!

>>3840644
>15

Merv may not know what a mirror is actually worth, but apparently he knows enough that merchants (especially dirty essosi merchants) cannot be trusted and haggling is always a thing.

>>3840612
>Forest Scene, 150 Silver Stags
If voting is still open. Not that it seems to matter anymore

Joe has abandoned us like Father!

You picked up the engraved silver mirror and inspect it carefully. In all honesty you had no idea what something like this was worth, but if your life experience had taught you anything it was that merchants seldom didn’t try to inflate their prices. You stare at the man hard between your appraisal before countering his offer.

--- Ser Mervyn’s Bargain Test ---
Rolled 15 vs DC: 12
Result: One Degree of Success

“Fifteen stags. And not a copper more.”

“F-fifteen? No, no. You try to rob me in my own shop my Lord? If you were not mighty lord I would send for the watch to have you hauled out and have your hand cut off. I sell you this beautiful myrish masterpiece for no less than 125 stags.”

The haggling continues on for nearly 10 minutes, with you threatening to leave and the man reeling you back in but eventually begin to get closer to the items actual worth.

“Sixty stags, and you throw in that lantern into the mix.

“Eighty without it, and ninety with.”

“Seventy for both.”

“Seventy five.”

The man brings his hand to his and spits into his palm and extends the hand and you grasp his hand in a firm grip and reply with a simple “Done.” He claps his hands again and soon a young boy rushes out to package up your purchases and Derrick takes the packages and the three of you leave the shop and you take a deep breath, breathing in the smells of woodsmoke, sweat, bread and meat and all other manner of smells that made up the city. Together with the twins you made your way into a different part of the market, one where stalls formed rows upon rows where merchants peddled their wares and a lovely ivory handled hair brush catches your eye and a short while later it finds itself inside your saddle bags. As you rode back towards Lantell Manor at days end you think back and decide that all in all that your items had been 90 stags well spent. Crossing the threshold of the manor gates and coming into the main courtyard you spy a large number of men hard at their training and as you and the twins dismount from your horses, you walk in the mens direction. It had been too long since you had trained yourself, your duties as Master at Arms requiring you to focus on the training of others rather than yourself and you decided to flex your muscles as it were and test out the new hammer that you’d purchased for yourself while restocking the armoury at Ember Peak…

--- How many opponents would you like to spar against? ---
>1
>2
>3
>Write in

Anyone in particular you'd like to spar against?

>>3840988
>3
Probably anyone but Cardyn. Losing some teeth won't do wonders for Attractive.

>>3840988
>2

>>3840988
>3

>>3840988
>>2

>>3840988
>3

>>3840988
>2
Trying to learn here, not show off

>>3840988
>2

>>3840988
>2

>>3840988
>>2

>>3840988
>>Write in
ALL OF THEM

>2

You walk by both your men and the household guard as you head into the barracks. Findings your squire training against a squire in the blue and silver livery of house Lantell. He was swinging a mace against the boys shield over and over again as if trying to crack the wood, although he currently lacked the technique or strength to cause any real damage. You call out to him and the spar comes to a halt and he accompanies you to the armoury where your armour stood on a stand and you begin to undress to suit up and train alongside your men.

As Tyrus assists you into your armour, fastening buckles and straps, you see the lads has worked up quite a sweat in the yard. He had also started growing the feintest beginnings of a moustache on his upper lip, with a few red hairs sitting above his upper lip. It had been too long since you had trained with the boy and you made a mental note to make some time see to his training personally. You’d seen him training with Ser Austin Osgrey who was an admirable replacement, but he was still your squire and your responsibility. As Tyrus finishes the last of your armour and heads to grab your shield and cavalry hammer, you call him off.

“No Tyrus, I’ll take the two handed hammer today. And I need to you to go outside and ask Ser Austin and Ser Jeremy to prepare to spar with me. Two of them ought to make it a little more fair.”

The boy looks at you and gives you a nod, fetching the hammer and handing it to you before running off in his own set of armour as he puts his own gauntlets back on runs out to the yard as you sit for a moment and test out the grip of your hammer. It’s head was a dark steel, with its claw carved into the shape of an eagles head, and the dark wooden handle was banded with steel for added strength and durability. You walked out to the yard looking every inch the villainous knight of a childs story wih your armour of midnight black that absorbed the sun, light twinkling off against the blood red rubies that dotted your chest. All eyes were upon you as you crossed the yard and found the two men who you were sparring against were cracking necks and hoisting their weapons.

Ser Austin Osgrey wielded a longsword and a broad shield which had the chequey lion painted on it, whilst Ser Geremy Flowers had his white stag on a field of brown on his own smaller shield and he gripped an axe and the two of them get into their fighting stances and you settle into your own. Swords ring as training goes on all around you and you breathe in deeply as you give the two of them a nod and they go wide to either side of you to try to split your attentions…

Can I get 7d6 for fighting please

Rolled 1, 3, 3, 2, 3, 2, 4 = 18 (7d6)

>>3842447
sparring with live weapons huh?

Rolled 3, 2, 6, 4, 3, 6, 2 = 26 (7d6)

>>3842447

Rolled 1, 4, 3, 5, 6, 1, 2 = 22 (7d6)

>>3842447
Father is staying at work instead of taking care of his children. But at least uncle Joe is here

Did Joe go out to get some cigarettes?

>>3842889
Uncle Joe is now gone too. These are dark times.

>>3842476
Ah he's just a busy guy. Can't fault the guy for having a life and being successful at his job. I know I'll be taking a hiatus for about 3/4 weeks in late October/early November for work and hunting season.

>>3842889
HA! No I haven't had a dart in almost 8 months, but this week is testing my willpower.

>>3842900
I'm back, and writing now!

--- Combat Round 1 ---
Ser Mervyn: 24 vs Ser Jeremy Flowers Combat Defense 9
Three Degrees of Success
*Bludgeon Fighter 1 Activated*
Ser Jeremy’s Shield Destroyed
8 Damage x Three Degrees of Success = 24 Damage – 5 Armour = 19 Damage
Ser Jeremy’s Health 12 – 19 = -7
Result: Ser Jeremy Yields

Ser Jeremy: 16 vs Combat Defense 7
Two Degrees of Success
4 Damage x 2 Degrees of Success = 8 Damage – 11 Armour = -3 Damage
Ser Mervyn’s Health: 12 – 0 = 12

Ser Austin: 19 vs Combat Defense 7
Three Degrees of Success
5 Damage x 3 Degrees of Success = 15 damage – 11 Armour = 4 Damage
*1/4 Injuries Taken*
4 Damage – 4 = 0 damage
Ser Mervyn’s Health: 12 – 0 = 12


Your men come hard and you commit hard to eliminating one of them from this spar instead of trying to divide your attentions. Your eyes track Ser Jeremy as he steps quickly to you in his lighter armour and angle yourself slightly and as he steps in to close the distance with you bring your hammer around with a mighty swing. You use your forearm as a shield to block his blow, missing the blade of the axe and instead connecting with the handle and after taking away the force from his blow you use your footwork to create a gap and your hammer connects with Ser Jeremy’s shield and the force from the blow splits the small wooden shield in two and your hammer continues to drive through to the mans chest and knocks him clean into the dirt. But in committing to Ser Jeremy you left your flank completely open to Ser Austin and you feel the heavy blow from his longsword collide into your arm and you grit your teeth as you feel the sharp pain shoot up your arm and you grunt out your irritation as you spin and swing your hammer again to create distance between the two of you although the blow does little else as he steps back from the blow. You quickly look back and see Ser Jeremy standing, but giving you a nod that said he’d had enough and you whip your head back around to see Ser Austin watching you in his calm and collected manner. He was likely the most skilled man in your company after yourself and watching he had his guard up in an orthodox, but effective manner you heaved up your hammer and committed…

7d6 please and thanks

Rolled 6, 1, 1, 5, 6, 3, 2 = 24 (7d6)

>>3843004

Rolled 6, 4, 6, 6, 1, 5, 2 = 30 (7d6)

>>3843004

Rolled 6, 3, 5, 3, 3, 1, 4 = 25 (7d6)

>>3843022
nice
>>3843004

>>3842953
>HA! No I haven't had a dart in almost 8 months, but this week is testing my willpower.
Well done, Joe.

>>3843022
I think we’re good now

>>3842953
>HA! No I haven't had a dart in almost 8 months, but this week is testing my willpower.

You've given away your dark secret Joe.
You're Canadian.

--- Combat Round 2 ---
Ser Mervyn: 28 vs Ser Austin Osgrey Combat Defense 10
Four Degrees of Success
*Bludgeon Fighter 1 Activated*
Large Shield Defense Rating is now 1
8 Damage x Four Degrees of Success = 32 Damage – 10 Armour = 19 Damage
Ser Jeremy’s Health 12 – 19 = -7
Result: Ser Austin Yields

Ser Austin: 21 vs Combat Defense 7
Three Degrees of Success
*1/4 Injuries Taken*
5 Damage x Three Degrees of Success = 15 Damage – 11 Armour = 4 Damage
Ser Mervyn’s Health 12 – 4 = 8

Ser Austin was keeping his defense up and had his longsword in a high and ready to position. You could see the glint of sunlight off of the edge of his blade. You understood the purpose for blunted steel, but you’d never believed in training with it for yourself. Live steel was what your father had trained you with, and you had the scars all across your body to prove it. That was what had made you what you were, what made you the fighter that you are. The fear and adrenaline rush of fighting for your life became a regular feeling and had you been to slow in your defense or foot work you would bleed. He may have been a terrible father, but he had been a capable instructor in the art of battle.

The blow came high and on your left side. It was a lightning fast strike but not quite fast enough and you lift your elbow and allow the blade to slam into your unprotected side. You could feel the blow straight through your plate and the blow rang out across the yard and you bring your arm down hard on the steel and use the butt of your hammer to thrust into Ser Austin’s face. He staggers from the relatively ineffectual blow and you twist the trunk of your body, ripping his sword free from his grasp. You capitalize and bring your hammer down and although Ser Austin gets his shield in the way and the blow brings down your man to a single knee.

“Seven above Mervyn, I yield, I yield!”

You lower your hammer and let the head fall to the ground and extend a hand to your man and he takes it gladly as you pull him to his feet.

“I tell you what Mervyn, getting hit with that is like getting hit by a lance from horseback. I don’t know what’s scarier if I’m being honest.

The two of you share a laugh and as you look around you notice that training amongst the rest of the men had fallen to a stop to watch you, but you soon have them all drilling with each other again. Ser Jeremy comments that you didn’t have to obliterate his shield and you offer to buy him a new one. He takes you up on the offer and heads off to undress, promising to bring you the bill when he came back with a new shield. You then head to find Tyrus on the other side of the yard and begin instructing him further in how to use a mace. He was still in the habit of adopting the stance one would use if wielding a longsword and you were determined to break that habit. For nearly two hours you trained with him, going over various combinations and moves and you only stop when Tyrus is so fatigued that he can hardly stand. He gives you a sullen look as his shoulder slump from fatigue and you bring your fist around to clout him around the ear to which he curses in frustration.

“FFUCK! SEVEN FUCKING HELLS THAT HURTS!”

“Keep your guard up squire. Lowering your guard on a battlefield is asking to be attacked from an unexpected quarter. Everyone wants to end up facing off against a squire Tyrus. And as it stands they would all be right in their wishes.”

“Are we done Ser?” He asks the question with as much attitude as can be expected from an angry boy of fourteen and you escort him to the armoury where he helps you out of your armour and you dismiss him curtly before retiring to your own chambers. You felt a small pang of hunger in your belly, but you reckoned you’d need sleep more than you needed food.
---16/09/281 ---

It was early morning and both the Pelican and Last Sunset were being loaded and boarded by your family. Sea birds were screeching and you heard the waves crashes against the wharves and docks. The family had hired two ships to split them up as an insurance policy in case of disaster, although according to the ships captains there was little to be feared on such a short journey in these waters.

--- Which ship do you wish to ride on to Fair Isle ---
>The Pelican, with Elleanor, Tygon, and Andrea
>The Last Sunset, with Titus, Alyssa and Tyrus

>>3843899
>The Pelican, with Elleanor, Tygon, and Andrea
Duty Calls.

>>3843899
>The Pelican, with Elleanor, Tygon, and Andrea

>>3843899
>>The Last Sunset, with Titus, Alyssa and Tyrus
need to get our squire back into liking us again desu

>>3843899
>The Last Sunset, with Titus, Alyssa and Tyrus
We've lent a hand to Tygon previously, so lets spend more time with our wife and Tyrus.

>>3843899
>The Last Sunset, with Titus, Alyssa and Tyrus

>>3843899
>The Last Sunset, with Titus, Alyssa and Tyrus

>>3843899
>The Pelican, with Elleanor, Tygon, and Andrea

Calling it here for the Last Sunset. I'll get to writing here shortly!

>>3843899
>>The Last Sunset, with Titus, Alyssa and Tyrus
Obviously if El is going to get all huffy and offended then we'll travel with her but I'd rather spend the journey with our wife and squire

You boarded the Last Sunset with Alyssa arm in arm as you crossed the gangplank onto the wooden deck. The Last Sunset was the broader and more sluggish of the two ships and you soon informed the captain that you would need to be holdfast in the bay for sometime and that you were expecting someone. The captain merely shrugs and says that he’s been paid already and could care less when he actually took sail. The journey to Fair Isle was a short one of three days if the weather was fair and you walked out to the railing leaning over it with both hands as the cog slowly began to lurch forward as you made for the centre of the bay that Casterly Rock and Lannisport watched over.

You were sat for less than an hour before you see a small rowboat making a beeline for you, and soon enough you can make out Cardyn’s shape being propelled by the skiff he hired. A rope ladder is thrown over the side railing and he hauls himself up and grasps your hand firmly as you offer it to help him over. He turns and throws down what looks like a silver piece before walking directly to his sister.

“Kind of you to wait for me Cerenna. I figured the women would all be on one boat. Sailors superstitions and all that. How was Lannisport? Father make any knightly trade deals?”

The pretty young girl smiles a tired smile at her brother. The two were clearly close, but it seemed that even Cerenna could eventually grow bored with what served as Ser Cardyn’s wit.

“Of course I’d wait for you Cardyn. Just as Cedrick would had he been on this ship. He misses you Cardyn, we talked about you for some time. Promise me you’ll at least speak to him when we get to Fair Isle?”

Cardyn looked at her with a lip curled up in distaste and a look in his eyes that said he would rather eat rotten vegetables but Cerenna keeps up her stare and he eventually agrees.

“Alright, fine Cerenna. I’ll play nice with our precious elder brother Cedrick. But I draw the line at father. I won’t be kissing his fat arse no matter how angry you get. House Lantell is barely anything more than a glorified merchant family the way he rules it. I’m surprised he hasn’t married you off to a fucking captain for some undisclosed amount of gold…”

Cerenna slaps him hard across the face, whilst her own is as red as Lannister crimson as she picks up her skirts and half runs below deck in a huff, and you see Alyssa stir from her discussion with Titus and she gives you a sharp look, gesturing with her eyes towards Cardyn in annoyance as she hurried after her hand maiden. All you can do is roll your eyes as you head in the young man’s direction. You see Titus talking with the captain at the ships helm, and Tyrus is off towards the back of the boat looking back towards Lannisport, leaving you to deal with Cardyn.

“Don’t you fucking start with me to Mervyn. I’m in no mood for it today. She’s the one who brought up our craven brother and father, not me.”

His golden hazel eyes were hard, and there was frustration in them as he turned his gaze outwards to the vastness of the sunset sea and you could see his jaw flexing as he ground his teeth and his knuckles were white as they clenched the railing. His hair swayed back and forth slightly in the salty wind as you spoke.

--- What tone do you take with Cardyn? ---

>Sympathetic, You were a friend after all, with a similar dislike for your own father
>Authoritative, You were his captain and superior, and such displays were unbecoming of a knight under your command
>Irritated, You were Alyssa’s husband before all else, and an insult to her hand maiden was an insult to her
>Write in (Something else)

>>3844665
>Sympathetic, You were a friend after all, with a similar dislike for your own father

>>3844665
>Irritated, You were Alyssa’s husband before all else, and an insult to her hand maiden was an insult to her

>>3844665
>Sympathetic, You were a friend after all, with a similar dislike for your own father

>>3844665
A mix between authoritative and sympathetic, he needs to behave and pull himself together.
We are his superior now and we expect good things from him regardless of what he thinks of his family.

Perhaps we can encourage him or show him a way to bite his tongue a bit more when talking about his family

>>3844665
Mostly
>>Sympathetic, You were a friend after all, with a similar dislike for your own father
With a little
>>Authoritative, You were his captain and superior, and such displays were unbecoming of a knight under your command
Agree with a mix of these. Primarily we like the guy and we understand where he's coming from but at the same time he needs to exercise a bit more selfcontrol for the sake of appearances.

>>3844665
>>3844707
>>3844774

>>3844665
>Sympathetic, You were a friend after all, with a similar dislike for your own father

>>3844665
>>3844707
second

Can't say I expected an overt show of "sympathy" for Cardyn,especially considering he nearly kills Brynden Malroys brother in law but this should be fun to write. I'll make sure to have a post up today. I have to say I'm really enjoying fleshing out a character who's absolutely hated in another quest.

Apologies again for my scabby run schedule this week. It's been absolute madness and I should be able to get back to my 6-8 hour runs next week!

>>3845195
They let you hunt in Canada? I'm kinda surprised desu

>>3845416
Every arctic country lets you hunt, dummy

You clap your hand on Cardyns shoulder and join him in gazing out at the green blue waters of the Sunset Sea and silence fell between the two of you, punctuated by bouts of shouting from the ships crew and the squawking of gulls.

“Have I ever told you about my father Cardyn?”

He turns sharply and gives you a suspicious look, clearly suspecting some kind of trick or other deception but he shakes his head.

“No Ser. I don’t believe you have.”

“There’s a reason for that Cardyn, and I’m not about to tell you now. Some things just shouldn’t be said and disrespecting your family and your father is one of them. I’ll tell you this much though, there was no love lost between me and my own father, but the matter is between me and him and nobody else.

You pull him in close to you and lower your voice….

“My father was a bastard, nothing more than a hedge knight and a cruel man to boot. But no matter what else he was, he was my father first, and as such it was and remains to be my duty to respect him. Do you understand Cardyn?”

A short sigh is all the reply you get from him, and he pulls his shoulder out from under your hand and he makes to leave your company but you bark out his name and stop him in his tracks.

“Ser Cardyn Lantell! I am your captain, and your master at arms and you will not turn your back on me when I am speaking to you. I won’t pretend to be something I’m not and claim I am a true knight in shiny armour, bound by the codes of chivalry because we both know that to be untrue. But no man in my cavalry company will dishonour his fathers name. Be happy your father had a name to give you.

“Yes he gave me a name alright. A name he continues to insult by his deeds and words. The name Lantell commands so much respect that my uncle abandoned it for your own as soon as he had the chance. I cannot stand fat lords Ser. Those who are unfit to bare their name, let alone a sword. A lord should be a warrior first and anything else second. And now my brother follows in my fathers footsteps, showing great promise in matters of trade but do you think he could best a squire in the yard? I damn well fucking doubt it Ser.”

He wasn’t wrong. Both Lord Titus and Ser Tyrion were stout men, past their prime if they had ever achieved it. Neither of them were great warriors, with Titus’ greatest achievement being confining a sixteen year old girl to her chambers to prevent her from marching on Lord Tywin twenty years ago. Thoughts of Tygon ran through your mind, for he may be young and fit but a warrior he was not.

“Is that why you knocked out Tygon’s teeth the last time we visited Lannisport?”

Another shrug and a curt raising of his lips.

“Sort of, Ser. I wanted to see what kind of man he was. If he’d have blocked the blow he wouldn’t have that gilded smile he loves to show to everyone now would he? I’m not completely stupid Ser, I know I have to make nice with him but that doesn’t mean he still isn’t an arrogant highborn prick who thinks his shit doesn’t stink. He mocks me to his face with his “kindness” and makes merry with a man who knocked out his teeth? Craven I call him, too afraid to insult me for fear of losing yet more.”

In truth, you rather liked Tygon. Yes, he may have been proud and he certainly was highborn, but he was kind and honourable as well. Had you still been living amongst the smallfolk you thought to yourself, you would have been happy to have him as your lord. He was a tad soft for your taste as a master at arms however, his giving of second chances in the Auric Hills had proven that to you, but he wasn’t a coward. He had fought with you side by side and blooded himself, proving himself no craven. You knew that some generals preferred to watch the battle from afar, to dictate the flow of battle from a vantage point and judging by the amount of time Tygon spent behind a table at his wargames, you had a feeling he was this kind of man. Cardyn was also likely unaware of Tygon’s upbringing, having been forbidden to squire by his overbearing mother for fear of her child’s life. You could see a remarkable change in the young man even just in the year or so that you had been in Ember Peak.

“Enough Cardyn. I want no more dissent in this house. You need to learn to respect your elders, Tygon and everyone else in both Ember Peak and Lantell Manor, right down to the lowest servant is that understood? I can understand your anger, serving people who aren’t fit to hold a dinner fork never less a sword, but that is how the world works. Fighting against that is like or not going to get you killed. Or have you forgotten how I pulled you out of the fire regarding Ser Leroy?”

A bridge formed between your eyes, a solid connections as he processed what you had said and remembers the events that had led to his banishment, but you don’t give him time to respond..

“Come now, let us go below Cardyn. I know you care for your sister, even if you detest the rest of your family. You owe her an apology and you know it…”

Can I get 3d6 for persuasion please

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

>>3845504

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

>>3845504

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

>>3845504

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>>3845579
Witnessed.

>>3845579
wew, lad

>>3845579
based save

>>3845599
Yeh boi

>>3845579
We just guilt tripped Cardyn. kek

>>3845579
Thanks Satan.

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>>3845579
>>3845946

Well done boys. Well done. Consider Cardyn thoroughly "guilted". Do to the severity of my hangover I am in absolutely no fit state to write, but I'll be running tomorrow! Hope to see you all then

>>3848297
Are you me?

>>3848297
Dad is gone and we are left Uncle Joe the Drunkard

Hello folks, I've got a question to pose to you all. I've been thinking recently about the "Lucky" benefit, and the way I play it allowing a single re-roll on an already best of three seems rather underwhelming to me. However, giving another Bo3 roll seems a little over powered. So, seeing as I'm the one who threw lucky on the character sheet because I thought it made sense with Mervyn's backstory of surviving getting lost in an old mine, not to mention his father, I've been thinking about allowing you guys to swap "Lucky" for a different benefit such as Armor Mastery, or even just getting back a destiny point to be spent at a later date. Just wondering what you guys think

>>3849150
Maybe have it so Lucky gives two rerolls, so it turns into a Bo5?

>>3849150
I'm just throwing out ideas, but you could use it the way Pious typically works and just keep the name the same. Giving +1D to all 3 rolls for the test feels more worthwhile while not forcing what may be seen as a retcon. It's not as if Merv shows any sign of embracing religion, so there shouldn't be any issues with double dipping.

>>3849180
>>3849196
I actually like both of these ideas. Although I wouldn't consider reinvesting destiny points a retcon because you are allowed to do so at any time, I'd just rather not if possible. If there are no objections, I think I'll just make it Bo5 on the lucky roll.

Alright before I get writing here...what does Mervyn do next

>Follow Cardyn as he apologizes
>Attend Lord Titus Reynold
>Timeskip to Fair Isle

>>3849229
>Attend Lord Titus Reynold

>>3849150
qm tries to get us to powergame even more
nah

>>3849229
>Timeskip to Fair Isle

>>3849229
>>Timeskip to Fair Isle

>>3849229
>>Attend Lord Titus Reynold

>>3849229
>>Timeskip to Fair Isle

Your wish is my command. Timeskip to Fair Isle it is!

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>>3849229
>Although I wouldn't consider reinvesting destiny points a retcon because you are allowed to do so at any time
Nor would I, just saying some may jump to conclusions. It's easy to forget (or to have never known) the investment rules from the rulebook.

--- Ser Mervyn’s Persuasion Test ---
Rolled 18 vs DC: 12
Result: Two Degrees of Success

Cardyn Lantell blinks a few quick times in succession and he looks at you before he shakes his head with a shameful and guilty look written clear upon his face. You feel yourself stiffen brusquely and you can feel your fist and jaw clench. This kind of subordination would put your authority at risk and just as your were able to bark an order at him, Cardyn speaks.

“No Ser. I’ll go myself.”

He looks directly at the deck of the ship, unable to meet your gaze and the eighteen year old may have been a man grown, but in this moment he looked as guilty as a boy who had been caught putting putting worms into the stew pot.

“Cerenna is my sister and I didn’t mean to anger her. She…she’s the only family I care about Ser. Her and my mother before she passed. She’s a lot like our mother was. Maybe not the way she looks mind you, we all look like our father but in temperament and wit, shes exactly like our lady mother way. Even there names are similar. Cerenna and Cyanna. I…I’d better go go below and find her…”

And with that, the young man pivots on the spot and slowly makes his way towards the staircase that led to the bowels of the ships, and the cabin where Alyssa was likely consoling her handmaiden with carefully chosen words about her brothers lack of tact. She could be fierce when she needed to be, and although she still tended to be polite and well spoken even in her anger or frustration, her words could still cut like a knife when she wished, only sometimes the victim might not realize they had been cut. You yourself look about the deck and see the sailors tending to their duties, and Titus and the captain are standing at the helm and you look up to the sails and recall your most recent lesson with Alyssa and Andrea to prepare you for the upcoming wedding. The Farman’s heraldry was three ships, and their words were “The wind our steed”, and as the wind caught the canvas, you felt the ship lurch ahead suddenly you find yourself flat on your arse and you chuckle to yourself as you attempt to find your sea legs and regain your feet, much to the amusement of the crew. You ponder on what else your wife and the future Lady of Ember Peak had spoken of. Of how this wedding would likely make Tygon and Andrea’s wedding seem small by comparison, how Fair Isle was hosting half of the Westerlands, and most of all how they expected that even Lord Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West and Hand of the King, might travel across the width of Westeros to attend such a union. They spoke this last bit of information in hushed whispers while educating you in what served as Maester Aethans library. Lady Elleanors distaste for her liege lord was well known amongst those who lived at Ember Peak and the name Tywin, let alone Lannister, was said with caution.

You yourself hoped he did not. There had been enough tension at Tygons wedding with Ser Tygett in attendance, and you feared you lacked the skills or knowledge of what to do should the Lord of the Westerlands attend. That feeling of helplessness was one you were unfamiliar with in recent years, and there were few problems you’d come across that could not be solved with a hard look or a hammer but the prospect of meeting a man who had exterminated not one but two families in their entirety…it was a thought that could put even a man like you ill at ease…

--- 20/09/281 ---

You finally stepped off of the ship onto the docks of Fair Isle’s large town and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. You’d been on boats before, but only slow ambling river cogs and barges. Travelling the open ocean was an entirely different matter and you’d struggled to adjust to the constant surging of the waves as you found yourself perpetually crashing into walls below deck and you had been sick to your stomach even during the calm. You’d been waylaid by a day due to a brief storm where the ship had lost her bearing and delayed you, and even you had offered up a prayer to the smith that the Last Sunset wouldn’t fall apart in the turmoil.

Stepping off of the docks, your feet hit the cobblestone and you smile broadly as the reassuring steadiness of solid rock echoes from your footsteps as the ships are unloaded by the crew. Your horse Triumph seems as pleased to be back on dry land as well, and you are among the first of your party to be mounted and ready to ascend the hill to Faircastle proper. You could see the tips of a few white towers cresting over the roofs of the town’s buildings and together as a family you rode through the bustling streets. The wedding had brought many to the island, and the markets and shops appeared to be a raucous place with much shouting as you led the family through the crowds of people. After reaching the far side of the town, it opened up to a picturesque view as the road wound up through the hills, alongside forests that looked as if they were just beginning to bud.

“Good day, my lords, ladies and knights. I am Ser Elmo Smallwood, Captain of the garrison here at Faircastle. I am pleased and honoured to welcome you, and bid you dismount and allow my men to take your horses, whilst servants take your belongings and yourselves to follow me. Lord Sebastian has been awaiting your coming most anxiously.”

The man was slight, of average height but skinny, although he did have a very commanding voice. The family all does as they are bid and you are soon walking under the portcullis, through the main courtyard and into the main hall. It was a splendid hall to be sure, with nautical tapestries hanging from the wall and you all approach the high seat and see Lord Sebastion looking lordly, and you also see his son and heir, Ser Sebaston, standing beside him. Little had changed of the young man in the days since Tygon’s wedding, although his stare did harden as he made eye contact with you. His stare soon disappears as his father stands and bids you welcome.

“Ah the Reynolds! Please, allow me to welcome you all to my humble home. Please sit and join me for lunch. It is wonderful to see you here.”

He stares mostly at Elleanor as he says this, but you soon tuck into a meal of a hearty fish stew and bread. You keep to yourself for the most part, speaking little and instead listen to the conversation of the lords and ladies as they discuss the plans for the wedding. Talk of jousting, transfer of the dowry and other matters are soon interrupted by Tygon however.

“I notice my sister is absent from the greeting party my lord. Where might she be?”

Lord Farman blinks back his surprise at being addressed so bluntly, but soon recovers with a small smile.

“The bride has been feeling unwell I fear, nerves I believe over her marriage day. Upon conclusion of our meal I will personally escort you to her if you wish to see her.”

Tygon nods his head and uncharacteristically offers little in the way of either smiles or words and instead goes back to his stew while Elleanor lightly pats him on the hand and offers Lord Sebastion a conciliatory look. Lunch soon finishes and whilst Elleanor and Tygon follow Lord Sebastion to see Joanna, the rest of the party all go their ways as they follow servants to their respective chambers. You and Alyssa are led to a small, quaint chambers on the main floor of the castle and a small crib is soon brought by a pair of servants as Alyssa places Marqus in as she begins to unpack her things with Cerenna, while you set about ensuring your armour was placed on a stand properly and upon seeing a few scratches you remind yourself to have Tyrus scour your armour and ensure you would look fitting for the tournament. A few hours later and yourself and your wife are unpacked and settled in, the wet nurse Holly had been brought along and was currently looking after Marqus which left the two of you free for the evening…

--- What would you like to do? ---
>Attend dinner with Lord Andros Brax and Lady Cerelle Lannister
>Attend dinner with Lord Sebastion Farman and Lord and Lady Reynold
>Attend dinner with Ser Gordon Serrett and Elyse Reynold
>Attend dinner with someone else (Write in)

>>3849721
>>Attend dinner with Lord Sebastion Farman and Lord and Lady Reynold

>>3849721
>Attend dinner with Lord Sebastion Farman and Lord and Lady Reynold

>>3849721
>Attend dinner with Lord Sebastion Farman and Lord and Lady Reynold

>>3849721
>Attend dinner with Lord Andros Brax and Lady Cerelle Lannister

Looking forward to see Alyssa's reaction when she finds out she is pregnant again

>>3849721
>Attend dinner with Lord Sebastion Farman and Lord and Lady Reynold
We went on the ship with Titus, we need to show her we're still on her side. Also, Sebastion is the lord and dining with him is respectable. Yes, dining with lord Brax is also respectable but he's not the host this time.

Alright Lord Sebaston it is. Writing

Alyssa mentioned in passing that Lord Farman had extended an invitation to sup him to her parents, and by extension their children, and being Lady Elleanor’s sworn shield, you thought it appropriate to attend them. A servant helped you change into more suitable clothing as you donned your favourite tunic, black wool with slashes in it to reveal a crimson under layer as well as a pair of britches in a cool and neutral grey. Lastly, you fastened a belt around your waist upon which was sheathed your dirk. While it may have been unseemly, or perhaps even downright disrespectful to wear a sword or hammer whilst a guest in another lords castle, it wasn’t like you to go about completely unarmed and few and less would be like to complain about the wearing of a small knife.

You ran your thumb across the aged pommel out of instinct as you take your wifes arm and allow a servant to escort you to the private dining chamber. You’d had the dirk since you were 12. In one of the few displays of paternal caring, or perhaps it was just pragmatism, your father had bought you the weapon to defend yourself with as his squire. It was common steel, unadorned and plain, although it was your habit to keep it sharp enough to shave with.

The servant leads you through a labyrinthian path before coming to a large door which the man opens with a boy and ushers you in and you are greeted by the sight of Lord Farman and his son, as well as Lord Titus, Lady Elleanor, Tygon and Joanna all sitting around a large ebony table enjoying what you imagine is a fine wine out of fine glass goblets. It is Lord Farman who stands to greet you and bids you welcome, and with a snap of his fingers a different servant enters through a side door and lays two new places at the table for Alyssa and yourself which you take after pulling out your lady wifes chair as would be expected by a gentleman and a knight.

“Please Tygon, do continue. Ser Mervyn, Lady Alyssa, Young lord Tygon was just regaling us with tales of his exploits in your houses newly acquired land.”

Lord Farman is a relatively plain looking man, a trait not shared by his unfortunate son, and he gestures amicably towards the heir to Ember Peak to continue and he does so. He regales the assembled party with a full retelling of the events that had transpired. He only slightly exaggerates his own role in the skirmishes, although he isn’t shy to tell Ser Farman of your prowess and how easily you had dispatched the rebel leader which causes Lord Sebaston to interrupt.

“Ah yes, I remember watching you in the melee at Ember Peak Ser. And I’m sure my son here can attest to the strength of your arm first hand. You certainly possess a considerable skill at arms Ser.”

He slaps his son firmly on the back with a hearty laugh which causes Ser Sebastion to nearly drop his soup spoon and splash a small amount of the pea soup he was eating across the table. The heir to Faircastle rolls his eyes out of his fathers gaze and wears a look of indifference, completely ignoring you while you thank his father and Tygon soon continues.

“Yes my lord, Ser Mervyn and I vanquished those malcontents quite easily. And yet, I made certain that the villages would have no reason to despise us. I offered their young men a second chance at life, and even those who refused I allowed to take the black instead of hanging them then and there. To my knowledge there has not been an incidence in our new territory since.”

“Truly a commendable act. Although I must advise you, as I’m sure your father and mother have done, that sometimes the silk glove must come off and you must instead don the iron gauntlet. For instance, my own lands have been plagued by pirates as of late. I believe them to be ironborn, likely some third or fourth son out to make a name for himself. So far there has been relatively little damage, and I doubt they’ve the nerve to strike at my ships but the villages on the north coast have complained about a few isolated raids. Perhaps I should do as you have done Lord Titus, and have my heir deal with these vandals…”

Can I get 4d6 for awareness please

Rolled 5, 4, 1, 6 = 16 (4d6)

>>3850027

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

>>3850027

Rolled 4, 3, 5, 1 = 13 (4d6)

>>3850027

Writing

--- Ser Mervyn’s Awareness Test ---
Rolled 16 vs DC: 6, 9, 18
Results: Three Degrees of Success, Two Degrees of Success, Failed

You first turn your gaze to the man across the table from you, Ser Sebaston. The look he wore on his face was one of shock and absolute distaste. His homely face then contorted into an angry scowl as he turned in his seat to speak to his father.

“Surely father, you jest. Such a matter as some lowly pirates would be a matter better left to Captain Simon, or even Captain Baranabus. This is no matter for the heir to Faircastle…”

Lord Sebastian however was of a different mindset.

“Until I die, I decide what concerns the heir of Faircastle. From who you marry, to what chamber pot you use. So if I say that you will be in charge of rooting out ironborn scum from Fair Isle, rooting out ironborn scum is what you shall do.”

An awkward silence fell and you look upon your friend Tygon who was looking back and forth from his twin sister Joanna and Ser Sebaston and the twins share a look before Tygon coughs politely into his hand.

“My lord Farman, if I may, perhaps you will allow me to accompany Ser Sebaston in this endeavour. I fear I could not leave Fair Isle with the thought of ironborn plaguing it’s shores with my fair sister calling it home. I’m sure that the our escort, the Loyal Reins, could be lent to your use as well should these pirates be bold enough to secure a base of operations on land.”

Lord Farman looks to Lord Titus with a questioning gaze, one that Lord Titus nods his head to in the affirmative and yet, through all of this conversation, you had not seen Lady Elleanor’s expression change once. She kept her face calm, cool and collected as she ate in her ever dignified manner as she allowed Lord Sebastian to converse with her husband.

“My lord, I think it almost necessary. I am of the same mind as my son that no pirates shall plague your domain if my daughter is to be the lady of this land.”

Lord Titus looked to Joanna with kind, but almost pitying eyes, and soon he looks back to Lord Farman.

“You may consider this an additional wedding gift my lord. Once Joanna and Sebaston are wed, my men shall take to their steeds and ride for the north of Fair Isle to assist you in routing these bastards. I am from Lannisport, and know well the treachery of their kind.”

“From the reports I’ve read, it is likely only a longship or two as they have not yet dared to attack a village with either walls or a semblance of a guard. But I fear reaching the north point of Fair isle might take you longer than you’d like. Instead I propose that your men join Sebaston on his ship with his sailors and together they can put these heathens to the sword.”

The meal lasts for another 4 courses, ending with a desert of fresh fruit and whipped cream sweetened with sugar. Alyssa had excused herself on account of her not feeling well, and as the dinner came to an end you decided to...

>Stay and speak with Lord Farman
>Leave with Elleanor
>Leave with Titus
>Leave with Tygon and Joanna
>Leave straight to your chambers

>>3850180
>>Leave with Tygon and Joanna

>>3850180
>Leave with Tygon and Joanna

>>3850180
>Leave with Tygon and Joanna

>>3850180
>Leave with Tygon and Joanna

>You decided to leave with Tygon and Joanna

Upon conclusion, the twins stood up and made for the door. After a sharp look from his father, Ser Sebaston stands and kisses Joanna’s hand although from the look on her face she is anything but impressed by the gesture. You yourself stood and offered to join Tygon as he escorted his sister back to her chambers and you leave the proper lords to their business. Without either Alyssa or Tygon by your side you felt horribly out of your depth in dealing with such company and were eager to be rid of it.

Joanna leads the two of you through the castle arm in arm with Tygon and you follow close behind them, perhaps only half a step or so. Tygon asks after her, and if you couldn’t tell from the dinner, you could certainly tell from her speech that Joanna was absolutely miserable in Faircastle.

“Tygon, you have to help me. You can’t leave me here when you leave. Ser Sebaston is a cretin. Homely, craven and positively unbearable. Did you see the way he slobbered on my hand just now?”

She raises her hand for Tygon to inspect, although to your eyes it looks dry as a bone and Tygon shakes his head.

“Joanna, I promise I’ll do all I can. But you will have to go through with the marriage. Don’t roll your eyes at me, I don’t want you to marry him either but mother has been insistent.”

Tygon looks over his shoulder to you and gives you a telling stare, and asks if he can trust you and you give him a small nod and he looks back to Joanna.

“Men fall in battle all the time. Isn’t that right Ser Mervyn?” Upon receiving a hesitant nod he continues.

“So we go with the plan. If he is as craven a man as you say, his seed won’t take hold and you will be a widow before he has a second chance to get you with child. If not, there’s always moon tea.”

Next it was Joanna’s turn to continue the plot.

“And then I return home to Ember Peak, and Father can find a more suitable husband for me. Perhaps even Ser Leroy if he will take me.”

The twins plot whispering ahead of you, talking of how they were to handle the following days and you come to Joanna’s chambers where she throws her arms around Tygon in a warm embrace and you can see she has tears in her eyes and she turns to you and regains her grace and poise. She truly was the most beautiful of Titus and Elleanors children. She was tall, perhaps only an inch or two shorter than yourself, with flawless pale skin and the haunting Reynold eyes of sea green. Her lips were full and her cheekbones high, and her shape was womanly but fit at the same time and no matter what she wore her clothes seemed to compliment both her hips and her bust. When she smiled, it was hard not to smile back at her and she gave you a soft, miniscule smile behind her tear stained cheeks as she curtsied to you.

“Thank you Ser Mervyn. I know I haven’t been…kind to you in the past. I will admit I thought you a grasping man unfit to wed Alyssa, but now I thank you. Tygon has told me about the plan the two of you have and…and I appreciate it in earnest. I don’t know how I will repay you, but mark my words repay you I shall.”

And with that, she slips into her chambers and closes the door, and you hear the deadbolt softly lock and you are left staring at Tygon who is giving you a wide eyed look with his hands raised in apology.

--- Questions/Comments for Tygon Reynold ---
>What the fuck have you gotten me involved in exactly?
>Are you braindead? Do you have a death wish?
>You realize I’m honour bound to tell your mother about this?
>Write in

>>3850405
>Tygon explain, or I go straight to your mother.
>I was all for letting the Farman and Lannister duel for her hand, Hells I'd have championed such a thing in front of your mother, but this? This is a vastly different thing.

>>3850405
>>What the fuck have you gotten me involved in exactly?

>>3850405
>What the fuck have you gotten me involved in exactly?
Future lord. I'd rather roll the dice with him.

>>3850405
>>You realize I’m honour bound to tell your mother about this?
"I'm not gonna, but I should."

>>3850405
>>What the fuck have you gotten me involved in exactly?

"I'm all for killing salt niggers, but this scheme is a little much"

Sounds good to me. Writing

Oh boy here we go again, honestly I don't know how to deal with this.

Is this going to be after the wedding?

>What the fuck have you gotten me involved in exactly?

“Tygon, what in the name of the fucking seven are you up to exactly?”

He brings a finger to his lips and bids you follow him as he leads you down the beautiful halls of Faricastle to his chambers. The castle was aptly named, and it’s high arched ceilings soared above you, whilst tapestries and painting adorned the walls and myrish and qohorik carpets muffled your steps on the marble floors. Tygon leads on in silence, somehow remembering his way through the maze of halls, courtyards and passages before coming to his room and opening the door. He looks about and sees that Andrea was not present and soon bids you sit and he goes to a side table to pour each of you a goblet of wine, and after presenting you with a cup he sits himself. You take a small sip and smack your lips, not nearly as fine a vintage as the one served at dinner, and you restart the conversation…

“Well?”

“Well? I figured you would be the man to help me with this. I’ve heard mother say how you were a man comfortable with unsavoury tasks…”

You stare at the young lordling hard. It wasn’t a lie, but that was besides the point. The fact another person in Ember Peak wished to use you to do their dirty work rankled you, especially seeing as that person was Tygon. The proud and honourable man you had thought of as your friend. The young man who had allowed traitors a last night with their families before sending them north to the wall. And yet now here he was, asking you to assassinate an heir to a noble house without the balls to actually ask it of you.

“Say what you mean Tygon. Don’t speak in riddles. Speak like a man.”

He takes a long pull from his goblet before refilling his cup and he takes a dry swallow that you swear you could hear, before he adjusts his seat.

“Joanna and I have always been close, the closest of any of our siblings, and I cannot stand by and watch my sister be forced into a marriage with a man she hates. She told me of her distaste for Ser Sebaston at my wedding, and we were both hoping that father and mother would agree to marry to Ser Leroy Lannister. But then, well, I led us to defeat and got us captured and dragged to Silverhill, and mother sent Joanna to Fair Isle and negotiated a marriage with Lord Farman in the time we were captured. So I promised Joanna I would find a way for her to be rid of this place. She wrote to me during her time here and said that Lord Farman and Sebaston have been arguing over the topic of a band of ironborn who’ve taken up residence. From there, it didn’t take much to get Lord Sebastian on the subject…”

He trails off suddenly and attempts to look away but you bring his attention back to you with a rap of your knuckles on the table.

“I…I want to make sure that…”

His voice drops to the absolute quietest of whispers…

“I want to make sure that Ser Sebaston doesn’t return from this. Hopefully he falls without any help, but if needs be I was hoping that you might…”

“Kill him.” You answer the sentence for him and he looks palpably relieved that he hadn’t been forced to utter those two words. It was obvious that he had little stomach for what he was suggesting, and that his motives were not about his dislike of Ser Sebaston but rather the love he bore his sister, although motive seldom affected merit of murder.

“Yes Ser. Exactly. So what say you?”

Your face bore no expression as you considered what he was proposing. What Tygon proposed could very well likely end up with your head on a spike, and in the short term there was precious little to be gained, only vague promises from Joanna. Your mind ran to thoughts of your wife and Elleanor. Your wife would likely be shocked or horrified, and you didn’t think it appropriate to ruin her opinion of her brother, but Lady Elleanor on the other hand. She would likely have a better idea of what to do regarding this manner. She was as cunning and dangerous as a viper and such a plot was exactly her field of expertise but…Tygon was the future of House Reynold. Having his confidence in you could prove useful in the coming years once he became lord. It would be a large risk betraying his trust by involving someone else without his knowledge…

--- What to do? ---

>Suggest that he involve his mother, Lady Elleanor Reynold
>Play along, before informing Lady Elleanor Reynold of the plan
>Suggest he forget the plot in it’s entirety
>Agree to help him kill Ser Sebaston Farman
>Refuse to help him and try to forget this conversation ever happened

>>3850670
Don't take my lack of a response for lack of interest - I'm just sitting here with a shell-shocked look on my face trying to decide what the hell we ought to do. Much the same as Merv I imagine.

Eventual vote will likely be between
>Suggest that he involve his mother, Lady Elleanor Reynold
>Agree to help him kill Ser Sebaston Farman

>>3850782
There was a reason why Elleanor wanted to marry her daughter to the Farmans. Why would she consider Leroy Lannister again to Titus' benefit?

On the other hand, she consented to the pirate raiding plan. She definitely figured it and we should consult with her.

>>3850670
>Suggest that he involve his mother, Lady Elleanor Reynold

>>3850670
>Suggest that he involve his mother, Lady Elleanor Reynold

>>3850670

This is Elleanor's field of expertise. I would honestly be surprised if she does not already know about the plot. Tell Tygon we suspect so
>Suggest that he involve his mother, Lady Elleanor Reynold

I am also partial to agreeing with Tygon to kill Sebaston, as I think it may be in character. Merv does not like Joanna but Sebaston is everything Merv hates in a noble. I can be totally wrong though.
>Agree

>>3850670
Who would become the next Farman heir, breezy?

>>3850670
>Agree to help him kill Ser Sebaston Farman

>>3850670
>Suggest that he involve his mother, Lady Elleanor Reynold
Elleanor loves her children and I don't think she'll want for her daughter to have to marry a man she despise like she was. She probably already has a plan in the works. Does Sebastian happen to have a younger more acceptable brother?

>>3851031
she is the one who arranged this marriage

>>3851037
I'm aware but knowing her she's scheming. But maybe her hate for the Lannisters trumps the love for her children and she really want to marry her daughter to that craven. There is not reference in the wiki of him having a brother so I'm probably wrong.

>>3851040
She hasnt struck me as the sentimental type. Not like anon. I think bringing it up with her is a mistake.

Either just agree or disagree with the plan

>Agree to help him kill Ser Sebaston Farman

Better give us a tower for this

>>3850670
>Agree to help him kill Ser Sebaston Farman

They owes us for this crap

>>3851088
>time to collect the reynold debt
>seven, its a pity our valiant ser protector-knight had to fall during the battle

Fuck, but killing him is going to be worse, who wants to marry a widow? It will also ruin relationship with the Farmans, Joanna seems to be imagining things Sébaston didn't drool on her hand

>>3850670
Is it possible to talk to Joanna bit more of this later, maybe we can make Sébaston shine during the fight, turn him into a proper man

Suggest that he involve his mother, Lady Elleanor Reynold - 3
>>3850791
>>3850826
>>3851031
Agree to help him kill Ser Sebaston Farman - 3
>>3851042
>>3851088
>>3851022

Both
>>3850882

>>3850885
Not that Mervyn would know this, but I have the next heir being Jeyne Farman, a girl who is already wed to Ser Gareth Clifton, a bannermen of the Farmans.

>>3850670
>Agree to help kill ser Sébaston Farman

Once we agree that will put Tygon at ease the we can try to reason with him, killing him off would make all this travel for nothing and it will make Joanna not that desirable anymore as she will be a widow

>>3851109
Oh it's certainly possible. Theres roughly a week or so of wedding festivities before this is going to happen.

>>3851114
So I'll take this as a tentative yay on the hopes of talking him out of it?

Would it be possible to have a word with Sebaston during our time here? Maybe we can help him a little

>>3851119
We cant change a guys entire personality and upbringing by talking to him for a weekend.

>>3851118
Yes, Tygon seems really nervous, we agree to calm him down. Once his mind is clear we can try to reason with him

>>3851107
>who wants to marry a widow
>>3851114
>it will make Joanna not that desirable anymore as she will be a widow
She is a noble lady. So, pretty much everybody.

Can always claim that the marriage hasn't been consummated (and a maester paid off to confirm).

>>3851122

Fuck phone posting is shit, but yeah I vote to kill him off with the intent of make Tygon think deeper into this. We won't even have to talk to Elleanor, Tygon will do it for us

>>3851121
I feel like we haven't seen Sebaston that much, and he doesn't seem to be that much of a pervert only lacking a bit of courage and dislike for fighting

Score is 3 - 4

Interesting. But God damn this is going to be fun. I'm just going to whip up some breakfast here and I'll get to writing

>>3851163
Is voting closed? I just caught up and i'm strongly in the >TELL YOUR MOM
camp

>>3850670
>Suggest that he involve his mother, Lady Elleanor Reynold

I should have been more clear in >>3851163 but yes voting was closed. There will be a tricky scene with Elleanor in the coming days however so who knows what will happen there. There'll be some big rolls/decisions there.

>>3851118
Thats lame. I doubt most those who want to agree to kill him want to talk tygon out of it

>>3851307
Yeah, Mervyn has no sympathy for pathetic wimps. (Nor for noble cunts but Tygon asked him and besides the whole Elleanor plot.)

>>3851311
>>3851307
Pretty sure it's not about sympathy, but about the inherent risk of murdering the heir to a house.

>>3851314
People die. Especially unskilled heirs who raid pirate bases.

>Agree to help him kill Ser Sebaston Farman

You stare at Tygon for a long while as you consider what he is proposing, and you find yourself silently agreeing with your friend and one day to be lord. You’d nearly killed a lord heir once before during your time in the riverlands when you had run with a group of bandits for nearly a year. Of course you hadn’t realized that he’d been a lordling as you stood over him ready to smash his skull in with your old mace until you’d heard a man shout “MY LORD” with urgency and soon there were five men charging towards you with a vengeance and they’d put themselves in between you and their lieges eldest son and drove you off. You’d barely escaped with your life and you’d fled the riverlands for your home in the west soon after that. You couldn’t remember what house he’d been from, but you remember his heraldry vividly. Ironically it was rather similar to that of House Reynold. Three red birds on a white bend, over a blue field. So if you’d be willing to kill a defeated man solely because he was there, why wouldn’t you be willing to do so for a man you would one day call Lord.

“Alright Tygon. I’ll help you make this happen.”

Colour floods back into Tygon’s face and his face relaxes into what could almost be a smile, but the lines of his face are serious as he leans in across the table from you.

“I knew you would Ser. I fucking knew you would. I told Joanna as much. Ser Mervyn is a loyal man, and a good friend. I promise you this Ser, when I become Lord of Ember Peak I will reward you for this. Land, titles, whatever you wish. I am in your debt Ser.”

“So what is the plan here exactly? Or do you even have one?”

“We wait until after the wedding. I will befriend Ser Sebaston in the coming days and gain his trust, and after the wedding is done with we shall head north to combat these pirates. I suggest you be at least courteous to him, although I fear that will do you little good. Joanna says he dislikes you after his embarrassment by your hand, and if Ser Sebaston’s efforts in the melee at my wedding are any indication, he will fall on his own with little prompting. But should he somehow survive, it’ll be up to us to make it look like he fell in battle. Now Ser, the key to this will be secrecy. Absolutely nobody can know. Not Andrea, not Alyssa, not my mother, no one. The only people who can know of this are yourself, Joanna and I. Understood Ser?”

Just as the two of you were shaking hands, you heard the door latch open and the pregnant lady Andrea walked into the room, a small look of surprise on her face.

“Ser Mervyn, I hadn’t expected to find you here at this hour. I thought for certain you would be attending your wife. I’d heard that she has taken ill.”

Tygon stands abruptly and answers for you, nearly spilling his wine in his haste.

“Andrea! How lovely to see you as always. You look positively resplendent. Ser Mervyn and I were just discussing the prospects of the joust and his odds.”

He gives her a guilty look when his wife stares him down and crosses her arms and he puts up his hands and confesses.

“Alright, alright. We we’re discussing potentially rigging the jousts in order to make some coin. Ser Mervyn would do the jousting and I would offer odds to those not competing and…”

Andrea looks to her husband, eye brow raised high and she walks over to her husband and lightly presses a finger onto his chest.

“Tygon Reynold, you will do no such thing. And should I hear so much as a rumour of you conspiring with Ser Mervyn about such a dishonourable thing again I swear, pregnant or no…”

You bid the pair of them good evening and excuse yourself from the room. Lady Andrea was an intimidating woman when cross and pregnancy had done little to temper her moods. And so you found yourself walking the halls of Faircastle alone, wondering how you had become involved in a plot to assassinate the heir to a noble house, the very house who was now hosting you to boot. You ran your fingers through your hair and sighed as you tried to find a servant to guide you back to your chambers. Sleeping on the matter would help you decide on things you hoped, or at the very least make things more clear...

Alright that's all for right now as I have to go take care of some things. If you guys have any questions I'll answer them to Mervyn's level of knowledge about whats going on here.

You fools! What can go wrong without letting mommy know

>>3851325
HOW FUCKED ARE WE

I forgot why Elleanor wanted Joanna to marry farmans besides hating lannister, what are we getting out of this deal?

>>3851329
She would try to stop us ?

>>3851340
They are Reynes sympathisers. I believe the lords mother was a Reynes

How about this we talk to Titus, we tell them about the plot to kill Sebaston, he keeps the lannister option open then we kill Sebaston.

We would get something out of the Farmans gold, trade deal, ship route etc and rewards from Titus for marrying Joanna to lanister

>>3851349
>How about this we talk to Titus
No thanks.

Cause let's be honest does Mervyn really cares about reynes, lannister conflict?

>>3851356
No. All he knows that Tygon is gonna land him for this.

>>3851357
Then we can get a lot out of this secretly telling Titus , I change my mind, let's kill this sucker

>>3851325
Is it possible for Joanna to refuse him and stay a virgin before we kill him so she doesn't diminish in value for the Lannisters?

>>3851361
Not really our problem. That is Joanna's and Tygons problem

I feel like I'm pretty risk-averse compared to the other players like >>3851359, but I think we should stop trying to play both sides of the Elleanor/Titus conflict. It might get us killed, and there's really no in-character reason to not already be happy about the way things are going.

Especially after this murder, the future lord owes us a huge favour, and the Lady just made us master-at-arms. We're moving up, and there's no need right now to take huge risks to move up a little quicker.

can't wait till next run, hopefully we will do some combat too

>>3851329
Well I mean, nothing and everything at once I suppose

>>3851331
Well it should go without saying that getting caught would either end with being sent to the wall, or execution.

>>3851340
>>3851341
>>3851343
This is true. Not entirely within Mervyn's realm of knowledge, but I'll throw you guys a bone because it's entirely a fact of my own creation and Alyssa may have mentioned it in passing during their history lessons. In my version of the setting, Lord Sebaston Farman was the son of Lord Solomon Farman and Lady Roxanna Reyne. She in turn was the first cousin to Lord Roger Reyne.

>>3851349
>>3851353
>>3851359

That's an option I didn't really consider. If theres enough support behind it Mervyn could certainly tell Titus.

>>3851357
When he becomes Lord he will. He loves his sister dearly, but he can't land you until he is the Lord of Ember Peak. But that might not be for a few years yet.

>>3851361
Can't really answer this in character.

>>3851366
I think you guys may have misread the situation, and I don't want to be accused to totally pulling the wool over you guys. Failing that last DC on the awareness test at dinner would have revealed a few key things but alas. Here we are.

>>3851370
JOUSTING!!!!

>>3851361
we can always make sure Sebaston arrives to their room drunk enough to pass out, I am sure Joanna and Tygon wouldn't mind helping

I'll likely have a post up tonight to get the tournament started, and then I'll be running on Wednesday evening at approx. 6pm MST.

Also realized I had a typo in one of my responses. Failing that last DC should actually have read "Succeeding on that last DC".

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This plan isn't Westerlandy enough. Some things that can be done:

>Cuck Sebastion prior to the wedding.
>Joanna keeps the kid, free from the taint of craven blood
>Gank Sebastion when fighting retarded Ironborn as planned
>Tell Elleanor AFTER all of this goes down and she can't fuck it up
>Now she should see us as more than a tool
>Joanna rules until her child comes of age because why the fuck would Lannister spawn want a Farman's sloppy seconds (thirds)
>The best part? Tygon has to do the honors of bedding her
>Westerlanders like their twincest anyway

Am I missing anything?

>>3851376
Elleanor is thirsty for those Reyne genes.

>>3851907
Mervyn impregnates Joanna when?

>>3852312
She's probably going to fall into a deep depression when she realises that no nobleman wants a Farman's sloppy seconds, even if she is really attractive. It's kinda ironic and hilarious that the only man that's fighting for her right now is Mervyn (no matter his actual intentions).

>>3851907
Based

Seven above. The twin jokes after Mervyn's twins are born...and one of them is already predetermined as a girl...

>>3852312
Sadly, she wouldn't lay with an upjumped brute. She has to keep the blood pure. There's only one choice. From Ruin, Rebirth.

OP is late

I'm here and the session is on. Got held up at work, but I'm writing now

--- 29/09/281 ---

Festivities had finally begun last night with a sumptuous feast for all the lords and ladies in attendance. If you were to guess from memory, you’d have to estimate there were nearly 200 men come to compete in the tourney and as Alyssa and yourself were seated a few rungs lower from the main dais than the rest of the family, she took it upon herself to turn her frustration into an impromptu heraldry lesson you recall.

The families of Brax and Serrett you knew, as well as the crimson lion banner of House Lannister that flew proudly ever so slightly above the Farmans own three ships on blue. But there were many you didn’t know such as a field of green and brown rectangles which flew next too crossed halberds.

“Houses Moreland and Yarwick. House Moreland comes from the eastern parts of the Westerlands, near to the borders of the riverlands. They are an old house of first men origins, and claim descent from the legendary figure from the age of heroes, Pate the Plowman. House Yarwick on the other hand was a much newer house by comparison, claiming descent from the Andal invasion. They called the north of the Westerlands home, with lands bordering with those of House Banefort who is also present. Their banner flies a hooded man on grey.”

She had said all of this with her arms crossed and an irritated rap of her fingers on the table while she was constantly looking up towards the higher ranks where her siblings were sat comparatively. She had expressed her jealousy to you before at how she desired to one day become the lady of a hall or castle. What annoyed her the most was the fact that her younger sister was the Lady of Silverhill. The fact that Elyse had been raised in Lannisport had done little to foster any strong affection between the sisters, and compounded with the fact she was younger it was something that grated on your wifes nerves. Together the two of you dreamed of becoming a landed knight, of raising a hall to call your own. The Knight and Lady of… were titles the two of you sometimes used in your pillow talk. But you currently had no time for such thoughts. You were focused before the herald with a press of other knights, all armed and armoured waiting for the first round of the joust to be called forth. You’d written down your name in your simple hand on a piece of parchment and were waiting to hear whom your first joust would be against…

Can I get 2d6 please? These dice will be for the first three rounds of jousting…

1 – Poor Knight, Very Skilled
2 – Poor Knight, Average Skill
3 – Poor Knight, Poor Skill
4 – Middling Knight, Very Skilled
5 – Middling Knight, Average Skilled
6 – Middling Knight, Poor Skill
7 – Well off Knight, Very Skilled
8 – Well off Knight, Average Skill
9 – Well of Knight, Poor Skill
10 – Rich Knight, Very Skilled
11 – Rich Knight, Average Skill
12 – Rich Knight, Poor Skill