>>3861080
You look to Maeve who’s still on the bed waiting for you. Apparently, she’s more than willing to take Atia’s departing comment seriously. You’re not. “You should probably go,” you say with a sigh. “I have a feeling my night has only just begun.”

“As you wish,” she says with some vitriol before striding briskly from the room. You couldn’t begin to guess who she’s most angry with right now.

You find Atia in the kitchens of all places, eating leftover desserts. It’s a unique sight. You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone look so simultaneously beautiful and angry while stuffing their face with lemon cakes. She sets down a cake when she sees you, but says nothing.

“I sent her away, obviously. It was never my intention to do anything without you,” you say.

She washes her mouthful down with some fruit juice. “But it was hers. I knew it. She’s talked of you as if you used to be her betrothed or something. She was looking to drive a wedge between us and put herself in my place, this I know,” she says heatedly.

“Has she? Driven a wedge, that is. I don’t doubt the rest,” you say cautiously.

“I don’t know. You can be such a stupid man sometimes, husband. Why did you think this would work? It’s as if you were thinking with your cock,” she says in disbelief.

“You didn’t seem to mind doing a fair share of the work on her in bed,” you point out. “You’ve also talked of ‘handmaidens’ from your past before and you’ve made certain remarks about Ciara…”

She rolls her eyes. “Just because I can appreciate a woman’s beauty doesn’t mean I intend on fucking her. I've told you I only want you. As for my past? They were mostly for instructional purposes and some stress relief. It’s common for girls of noble birth in my culture. Again, it doesn’t mean I want that now that I have you. I did what I did with Maeve to keep myself between you and her. I may have had some sympathy for her, but I’m not so foolish as to trust her. She’s too devious.”

You frown at her. Something just isn’t adding up with all of this.

>Can I get 3 rolls of 6d6? Part Cunning, part Knowledge on this test.

Rolled 6, 5, 6, 6, 6, 5 = 34 (6d6)

>>3861084
"If you really didn't want to do this, you would have had me empty my seed in a bowl and gave her a funnel."

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

>>3861084

>>3861084
Also I'm starting to think she's a closet bisexual and is trying to hide it out of some sort of shame.

>>3861106
>>3861110
>>3861113
Wow, that first roll. I might as well start writing with that.

Atia isn't in the closet at all. She's perfectly open with thinking women are attractive. She just prefers to only be intimate with her husband because of her own views of romantic love.

>>3861106
lol well damn. Almost a crit there.

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>Lots of success

You sit down at the table with her. Thankfully this part of the house is completely disserted at this hour. “This isn’t the first time you’ve said ‘of noble birth’ to me when referring to yourself. I don’t mean to be insensitive, but aren’t you a bastard? Is this some sort of mistranslation or is there more to this?”

“It’s complicated,” she says after a long pause. “I’m really not sure what I am. It entirely depends on who you ask. I try not to give it too much thought…”

“Atia. This may be more important than you know. Tell me what you mean,” you say.

“Well, you know all about my Papa. He’s a magister and they are basically the same as your nobles, I think. Mama, Lady Daena by your descriptions, was definitely a noble by any stretch of the imagination. I suppose the trouble is in the interpretation of whether I am legitimate or not. I don’t know all of the details because Papa hates talking about her, but my brother Daegon told me that I am legitimate by the laws of Volantis if not the laws of Pentos. This was years ago, when I was still little. Well, littler,” she adds with a wistful smile. “Daegon still isn’t legitimate though. He’s my half-brother. Mama had him on her own five years before me with a Volantine man. I haven’t seen my brother in years… he loves me so, but he’s too restless to stay in one place and hates Papa for taking me from him. Cormaic? Are you feeling well? Are you listening?”

Your ears are ringing. How is this only coming up now? You aren’t a learned man. Not from your own choice, but simply because you lack a formal education. You had no maester or real steward and taught yourself your letters. Your father didn’t care about books in the slightest and your mother is only slightly better about it than he was. But one thing you’ve always been fascinated with were the tales of the old Dragonlords and their descendants. There is only one woman you’ve ever heard of that had the name Daena. Daena Targaryen. And that isn’t half so terrifying as the line she spawned starting with her own son, Daemon Blackfyre. The first of his name, and most certainly not the last. You’d heard the male line was extinguished in the War of Ninepenny Kings, but why would there be such emphasis on the word ‘male’ unless some of the daughters and granddaughters of the house still lived on in their exile in Essos?

“Daena. You said Lady Daena. And Daegon isn’t exactly a subtle name either,” you say numbly. “Did your mother have a family name?”

“Blackfires something or other, I think. Daegon mentioned it, but I was very young. Like I’ve told you, Papa kept me very insulated. I only knew that I reminded them both of Mama. I wish I had a chance to know her…”

“And where is your brother Daegon now? Is he close? I need to speak with him. Is it Blackfyre? The name he gave you for your mother,” you press.

>>3861343
“Yes, what’s the one! Why? Are you seeking to push a claim on my inheritance like he was?” she asks playfully before shrugging. “I wish I knew. I do miss him. The trouble is, he doesn’t know how to read and doesn’t keep to one place for too long. He just likes to go around sword fighting and chasing women. Or used to… Last I heard from him was several years ago. He was infatuated with some Dothraki woman and sought to make her his own. Maybe he’s finally found true love! Some maester from your Oldtown that he enslaved wrote the letter for him,” she adds offhandedly.

Your hand is shaking a little as you pour yourself some wine despite the hour. “Atia… this is huge. And it may be extremely dangerous. Why would you keep this from me? Do you have any idea what that name means? What it is to our history? Gods you even wore a red dress to court today.”

She cradles her bump protectively. “So what? Papa said Mama always wore red. Just like the red priests do. Cormaic, you’re scaring me. It’s just a name to me… I don’t know Westerosi history. I just know my courtly courtesies and how to haggle. Do you know who the last Prince of Pentos was or who will be returned in the next Triarch elections? I think not. Unless Papa left the histories out of my tutoring on purpose… he would’ve known more of Mama’s family.”

“It sounds like we both have some reading to do. It would also help to talk to your father and your brother if we can find him,” you leave the “if he’s even alive” unsaid. What kind of madman would ride off after a Dothraki woman?

“I would love to go see them! Only… Ciara is worried about the baby right now.”

“I could go without you,” you offer.

“You really shouldn’t,” she warns. “Papa doesn’t exactly play fairly and may try to trick you. He will be more amenable with me by your side. And I’m not sure if Daegon knows I’m married. It may be best if you weren’t the one to break the news to him.”

>I didn’t think the roll would go that well! Gotta take a break for an hour to get a couple things done while you all digest this.

>>3861348
Well fuck. On the other hand, if Varys really is a black dragon then we're basically besties.

>>3861343
>reading,reading,reading
AH, HOLY FUCKING SHIT

>>3861348
Is this an AU then where Varys sister had more children then just Faegon?

>>3861348
>Be swamp goblin
>Mary wannabe Targ
>Is actually a Blackfyre
Haha, holy fuck. This isn't going to end well. Or it's going to end REALLY well.

>>3861441
I vote we go all-in on pretending to be Cerseis creature while actually working with Varys. Hopefully his end game will see us given a kingdom.

>>3861446
I'm all for subverting the Lannisters but as soon as ANYONE outside of Varys catches wind of what's going on our heads are going on a pike.

>>3861348
The real question is does Varys know and if he does are all we going to get as confirmation is that sneaky eunuch smile? If he doesn't do we tell him or keep this so deep in our pocket it never sees the light of day?

>>3861446
That was always the plan. Do her bidding when we can and gain her favor. While also having Varys whispers in her ear when it comes time for her to stand with us and her own lunacy to give us clear favor. While also doing Varys work and once we can digest a domain we do what we must.

“We will have to see how you’re feeling over the next few months then. If it seems too risky, then we can go after the baby is born,” you allow. “I have no idea if I’m going to be able to sleep now, but there is much to do tomorrow. I should probably see our guests off and then I will also need to make sure the gold is delivered. Apparently, the first payment kicks in after tomorrow. We will be set back almost the entirety of Ciara’s dowry if we are late. Will you be joining me?”

She frowns upon hearing of the gold. “Sneaky. Hmm. I suppose I will, but all of this noblewoman talk has given me some ideas. Perhaps I’ve been too eager to leap into your arms if you think me so willing to readily accept other women lurking around our bed. If I’m to be a proper noblewoman, then that simply won’t do, no? So, I will come back to bed, Cormaic. To sleep, nothing more. You shall have to court me like your Westerosi women for a few days at least,” she declares.

You grumble, but there’s little to be done about it. Might as well let her have her fun and be glad this didn’t end up any worse. She makes a point of wearing small clothes to bed, but she does still end up letting you wrap your arms around her before you drift off after your long day. You awake the next morning quite hard against your little spoon. She stirs and makes a mock gasp before moving away and covering her mouth. You sigh. Lovely. It’s really too bad her only inspiration for a scandalized noblewoman had to be your prudish sister.

You dress and go to see your mother and Lady Maeve off. Atia pointedly doesn’t make an attempt to do the same. It may be a while yet before things cool off between them. A few of your men will be escorting them to the docks along with Maeve’s ridiculous crossbowmen. The send off is as uneventful as it is awkward. Ciara warmly embraces both of them and they all speak cheerfully together, but then they are both standoffish and formal with you. Your mother likely still unsure of her standing after being rightfully told off for overstepping her authority and Maeve… well, you don’t know what she’s thinking, and this isn’t the time or place to ask. You really do hope Atia is wrong about her machinations to drive a wedge in your marriage, but it does make a deal of sense as well.

>>3861498
You next order of business is this gold delivery. It needs to be done today. The only problem is, Lord Gyles also knows it needs to be done today. You find yourself wishing you had the space to have more men on hand here. On one hand, if there was ever a moment to fuck with your resources, this would be it. You doubt King Robert will wave your debts just because you told him you lost it on the road to the Red Keep. On the other hand, if there was ever a time to strike at your villa and those close to you, then this would be the time for that as well. You could split your Sparrowhawks between both, or you could use the excuse of Atia’s name day to host a small feast with Westerlands guests like Lord Brax. It would require you to spend a little gold though. Especially for the tastes of more esteemed guests. Only a complete fool would attack an event with well-established knights present.

How will you handle this?

>Split your Sparrowhawks between the gold and the villa
>Send them all with the gold and rely on a feast to cover the villa instead (costs 1 wealth)

Where will you be?

>At the villa
>With the gold

>>3861502
>Send them all with the gold and rely on a feast to cover the villa instead (costs 1 wealth)
>At the villa

We should stop haemorrhaging gold soon as we're out of here but until our wife is gone from this vipers nest I'll relax

>>3861502
>>Split your Sparrowhawks between the gold and the villa
>>With the gold

>>3861502
>Split your Sparrowhawks between the gold and the villa
>With the gold

>>3861502
>>Send them all with the gold and rely on a feast to cover the villa instead (costs 1 wealth)
Spend maybe 1.5 wealth for extra entertainment, and good wine so they may stay the night?

>With the gold

I sure hope we kept our voices down last night, and Atia knows to keep quite about this new development.

>>3861502
>>Send them all with the gold and rely on a feast to cover the villa instead (costs 1 wealth)
>With the gold
It will give her some space and time to play noble with others. I am sure we could make it back in time to enjoy at least the end of the feast. And while I trust that our men would fight until everyone knows it and make a big deal, the local police could already be on the other side.
But they won't arrest a noble for anything as they would a noble's men.

>>3861502
Actually, this is a pretty good vote to leave up overnight seeing as it's going to heavily affect tomorrow night's run. I'll close it tomorrow and we will pick up at around 7pm EST.

>>3861435
You lost me on the Varys sister part, but the answer is probably a no. I'm not really trying to do major alterations to canon. There are too many fun and open ended what-ifs in the setting to world build with for me to feel the need to change things drastically. For example, the tons of ???s in the family tree here:

https://awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/House_Blackfyre

>>3861526
One of the theories about 'Young Griff' is that the child is the Pentoshi cheese mongers son with Varys sister. The one who died and he kept her stone hands. It would explain why the Golden Company a bunch of blackfires would be willing to help out Connington.

This also explains Varys constant undermining of everyone, he's trying to keep as much chaos going on so that When Aegon comes, at the head of the golden company it's as a conquering hero.

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>>3861551
Well shit. I never looked at the Young Griff Theories page. It does make a good deal of sense, but then again I am the one who thought he was being clever by coming up with the "there could totally be more Blackfyres around" idea myself. Safe to say the Varys relation wasn't my angle since I wasn't aware of it, but Atia and Faegon would be significantly less distant cousins if he's actually a Blackfyre.

>>3861502
>>Send them all with the gold and rely on a feast to cover the villa instead (costs 1 wealth)
>>With the gold

>>3861502
>Send them all with the gold and rely on a feast to cover the villa instead (costs 1 wealth)
>With the gold

>>3861502
Could we get some decoy wagons sent out?

>>3861691
I can work something similar to it into the posts, for sure. It's a good idea. The gold is going to have to be in sacks tied to the horses because of the difficulty of moving wagons around in the city, but decoy sacks would be a nice touch.

>ITT:
>Mary Sue and Gary Stu, the Questening.

>>3861842
>>Send them all with the gold and rely on a feast to cover the villa instead (costs 1 wealth)

I'm assuming we have that 1 wealth on hand? I'd reckon sending the men waving a banner of House Boggs and Baratheon if we can find one. Additionally, a white banner of peace. That way if anyone sees us along the road they'll remember, and ti makes anyone fucking with us look very very suspect.

>tfw when Boggs' ID isn't green anymore

>>3861853
Meh. Our wife is distantly connected to the Blackfyres. Robert likely won't give a fuck. Not to mention shes a bastard from descended from the female line if I understand correctly. That's a relatively weak claim that realistically we just keep hidden for 20 years until we don our dragonhelm and raise the banner of the black dragon once more!! Fuck the Targaryens, LONG LIVE HOUSE BLACKFYRE!!

Alright, calling it for:

>Send them all with the gold and rely on a feast to cover the villa instead (costs 1 wealth)
>With the gold

First post should be in about 1 hour.

>>3862343
We should make sure to vet the people and their servants at the door.

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The gold is the obvious target and will need all of the protection you can give it. Atia’s nameday is tomorrow, but you’ll have a feast in her honor tonight. Anders and his kin will be invited along with any other friends you may have about the city. Well, not your friends, but friends of your family. Your friends are all dead or will be with you during the escort. Still, arranging a feast catering to the tastes of noble guests is no small feat, doubly so on such short notice.

“Ciara. Good of you to join me. I thought you would be pleased to know that I will be hosting a feast for Atia’s nameday tonight and would like you to invite all of your little friends, especially the knights, to attend. Surely that would be welcome news to those Westerlanders staying in inns of dubious comfort,” you say genially.

“That’s wonderful news, brother! I think it’s about time you hosted Lord Brax and introduced your wife to more appropriate folk. Only, isn’t her nameday tomorrow? I haven’t seen any preparation being done for a feast either,” she says with a slight frown.

“It is tomorrow, but the feast has to be tonight. It’s an auspicious day for feasting, wouldn’t you say? Don’t fret about the preparations… oh, actually, do fret. You’re in charge of preparing everything. I have to see this gold shipment to the Red Keep. Don’t worry, you did well enough last time,” you assure her.

Her hope and optimism, gone. You feel a brief stab of pity for her, but the truth is, you really do need her help in this. You find yourself severely lacking in competent retainers, especially those that can read and write when need be. Hopefully you don’t age her prematurely before the wedding. That would be unfortunate.

>>3862431
You send Ciara off with several servants over through the Dragon Gate to the north of Rhaenys’s Hill since the inns the Brax clan are bedded down in are just to the west of it. You press some crossbows into the hands of Ciara’s half dozen servants. Not that impressive, but they’ll do in a pinch. No one need know they’re more likely to shoot their horses out from under themselves. More than enough for the part of the city she’ll be passing through. The Street of Silk on the way to her destination is aptly named, and not for their looms. Rich men have beggared themselves in some of the finer pillowhouses along the row, though there are plenty of more modest establishments as well. Ciara had asked you worriedly if it was possible Anders paid them a visit. In truth, you couldn’t say. You know you likely would’ve at five and ten if you were wooing a noble maiden who couldn’t give you any relief, but he does seem a more pious sort, and acutely aware of his bastardy at that. Perhaps he wouldn’t want to bring another child into the world to be stuck with the label he’s had to grapple with. You couldn’t say for sure, though you said none of this to your sister and instead settled for reassuring her that pious Seven worshippers don’t partake in such establishments, especially those that have the pleasure of the company of finer women and their own wedding to look forward to as well. You think it was a good enough answer for her.

You set off with your Sparrowhawks after all of the needed preparations are made and Ciara is back with Anders. More guests will be by soon enough and you don’t intend to get stuck observing formalities. You’ll be taking the Iron Gate of the Rosby Road by the water. It’s the most direct route. The trouble with taking a winding path in a city like this is it’s more likely to get you boxed in by any one of the number of gangs that must be active, especially in a time of diminished lawlessness. Atia sees you off with a worried look, even going as far as to tie a red ribbon around your arm for luck. You don’t have the heart to tell her this day may go far past the blunted steel of a tourney.

Your men strike your colors as you enter the gate, looking every bit the disciplined elites they are in their uniforms and with bows at the low ready as their palfreys move down the main street running east to west. You ride with Aodhan at the head and a smattering of pack mules take up the rear. The mules themselves are laden with sacks of rocks from the shoreline, set to bulge just enough to be noticed. A tempting target for anyone bold enough to strike a procession as armed as your own. The gold itself is amongst the packs on the backs of your own men. This lot has fought together long enough to be loath to leave one of their own behind even if the packs weren’t so valuable.

>Can I get 3 rolls of 6d6 for Awareness (Notice)?

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

>>3862434

Rolled 2, 3, 1, 6, 1, 1 = 14 (6d6)

>>3862434
Lucky lucky

>>3862438
>>3862439
A higher roll really won't make a difference. You hit all the DCs. Writing!

>>3862468
Lol well thank god..cause I sure as well wasn't lucky

Aegon’s Hill and the Red Keep are prominent on your left, even from your place amongst the bustle of the main street. Everything seems fine from that end, but you’re less sure of the dwellings and side streets on your right. Flea Fucking Bottom. Nestled in the shadow of Rhaenys’s Hill, a blight upon the city even in more prosperous times, now you can smell more of it than you can see. If any a place needed more Goldcloaks it was this one, and there isn’t one in sight. It’s eerily silent even, a sensation you’re all too familiar with. It’s like the woods just before your own men struck down pockets of rebels during the war.

Your men must be thinking the same thing, warily eying the side streets and preparing for the fight that seems inevitable. You can see the intersection up ahead; south for the Street of Looms and your ultimate destination, north for the stench of Pisswater Bend and the shadow of death. Your eyes are the first to pick out the foe amongst the alleys, the shadows proving to be no obstacle to you. Dozens tucked away to your right and probably many more just in front of you. Thankfully they don’t have you completely surrounded yet, but they will in a matter of moments.

You let out a sigh and glance to Aodhan. “A mass of them to our right and up ahead, thinking themselves so fucking clever in the shade. Dozens to the right, maybe a couple hundred up ahead. Why send professionals when you can dump the whole chamber pot of this shitty neighborhood on our heads with word of easy gold.”

He spits in disgust. “They’re welcome to try, Ser.” He whistles a tune and the rest of your men are a twitch away from unleashing hell if need be.

You have some options here. You could personally take the group to your right by surprise with a decent enough chance to send them scurrying if you hit the right marks. Your own men would be less useful due to the shadows hiding that lot. They could press on ahead and engage the shitstorm you’re about to stir. Or you could all press on together and engage your foe as they come. Either way, they’ve lost the element of surprise and it’s more a question on whether you want to move forward together and risk getting surrounded or put yourself out more by going for maximum damage in the opening clash.

>Engage the gang in the shadows to your right before they can encircle you while your men press on to targets they can hit
>Move with your men, safer for you, but will leave them with more to contend with

>>3862483
>>Engage the gang in the shadows to your right before they can encircle you while your men press on to targets they can hit

>>3862483
>>Engage the gang in the shadows to your right before they can encircle you while your men press on to targets they can hit
They will have lost the element of surprise. And it should give us a chance to throw out a volley or two. We havent had a chance to throw out our double shot yet. Should be nice. One shoting anything that looks like it can fight from the center of our pack of sparrows.

>>3862487
>>3862492
Slow night eh? Going with:

>Engage the gang in the shadows to your right before they can encircle you while your men press on to targets they can hit

Can I get... 13d6+1 for marksmanship? (First 4 are for your men)

Rolled 6, 2, 5, 3, 5, 6, 2, 6, 3, 5, 4, 6, 1 + 1 = 55 (13d6 + 1)

>>3862576
Seems like it. And that's a lotta dice.

Rolled 1, 4, 2, 1, 2, 1, 4, 2, 5, 2, 5, 2, 2 + 1 = 34 (13d6 + 1)

>>3862576
Yeah apprently slow af.
Surprising

Rolled 3, 4, 1, 2, 6, 4, 3, 2, 2, 2, 6, 3, 1 = 39 (13d6)

>>3862576

Rolled 6, 1, 2, 6, 6, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 4, 3, 2 + 1 = 38 (13d6 + 1)

>>3862576

>>3862581
Hoo boy, I hope that’s enough

>>3862600
I mean considering we are fighting street gangs. We will have killed plenty some will run, thinking it's not worth it. Then again it will be a vicious cycle for them. We will continues to kill more and more and they will run more and more.

Could we find a way to use double shot? Or has it already been implemented automatically?

>>3862581
>>3862587
>>3862596
Writing!
>>3862605
I didn't factor it in on the attack vs the unit because of how insanely unlikely it would've been to hit the DC, but I'm going to just drop an extra dice and run with it this time because that was my mistake for underestimating your favor with the dice gods.

>Ser Cormaic Boggs Double Shot Marksmanship (Ambush) vs Trained Criminals (Starting at Disorganized)
>Rolled 29 vs DC 26 (+20 to DC for attacking an entire unit alone)
>1 Degree of Success
>Unit routed, then destroyed

You whisper your plan to Aodhan. He smirks and whistles to your men. The start to proceed up the road and you put on your helm. You quickly turn and start launching arrows two at a time and as fast as you can manage down the shaded alleyway, taking the scum forming up there completely by surprise and shredding through their tightly packed ranks. The shit they’re wearing that passes for armor is useless against your onslaught and before long, what's this group thinks better of trying their luck with you. You hear screams and bellowing from the side streets, but they're done.

>Sparrowhawks Marksmanship vs Trained Criminals (Organized)
>Rolled 16 vs DC 6
>3 Degrees of Success, 21 Damage -1 vs 9 Health
>Unit destroyed

The criminals up ahead realize they’ve been made and drop all pretense of subtlety. They break into a wild bloody charge from Pisswater Bend and the side streets up ahead. Two things are for certain, your men are no horse archers and they also don’t give a shit about fighting fairly. They all swiftly dismount as one and start dropping disciplined volleys into the first wave of attackers while the frightened horses dash forward without their riders. The first wave is a tattered mess even before they’re trampled by the uncaring palfreys in the chaos, but there are two more mobs behind them. One is slowed by the horses, but the other will be upon them in moments, so your men fall back on their hit and run training, making their way back to you.

>Can I get 3 rolls of 8d6+1?

Rolled 3, 3, 1, 1, 1, 6, 4, 3 + 1 = 23 (8d6 + 1)

>>3862650

>>3862672
Well fuck that for a lark

Rolled 1, 2, 1, 4, 3, 1, 2, 5 = 19 (8d6)

>>3862650

>>3862676
Well fuck.

Did they pull out another 3 units of criminals out of nowhere or something?

Rolled 1, 3, 2, 6, 3, 2, 3, 4 + 1 = 25 (8d6 + 1)

>>3862650

Rolled 4, 2, 6, 4, 3, 4, 2, 3 + 1 = 29 (8d6 + 1)

>>3862650
well then...

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>>3862672
>>3862676
>>3862700
Oh. Uh. Ok. I'll start writing, but it looks like I'm going to need some 4d6+1 now.

>>3862702
so close...
>>3862678
well 4 units in total. And we destroyed 2. And seems like We have a chance at firing at them( Just Cormaic?).
Welp seems like we have single handily made the Red Keep a safer place to be. If these were normal times I am sure there would be some kind of bounty on these men. Hopefully, we can capture a leader or two alive. That would be fucking great. Either for bounty or simply where he got his info just to keep it somewhere safe.

Rolled 5, 2, 3, 1 + 1 = 12 (4d6 + 1)

>>3862726
lets see if this works

Rolled 2, 5, 1, 3 + 1 = 12 (4d6 + 1)

>>3862726

Rolled 5, 4, 1, 6 + 1 = 17 (4d6 + 1)

>>3862726

Rolled 1, 1, 6, 5 + 1 = 14 (4d6 + 1)

>>3862726

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>First 3 rolls were for hit and run shooting, next 2 were Cormaic’s animal handling, last 3 were for the warfare roll, that +1 I tacked on was just a habit

>Sparrowhawks hit and run marksmanship vs Trained Criminals III
>Rolled 7 vs DC 6
>1 degree of success, 7-1 dmg vs 9 health
>Trained criminals are damaged at 3/9 health

Maybe it’s the packs of gold slowing them down, but the volleys from your men really don’t have the devastating effect you’re used to seeing as they pull back down the street. Plenty of your foes die screaming, but the running pot shots the Sparrowhawks are taking don’t stop the scum in their tracks the way the concentrated barrages of the opening moments did. It wounds them, but doesn’t break their furious advance.

>Ser Cormaic Boggs Animal Handling test
>Rolled 2 vs DC 8
>Critical failure, Cormaic takes a wound

You make to dismount and join them as mounted combat is extremely impractical inside the packed city, but for some reason your horse takes the very moment of your dismount to buck and throw you. Your left leg gets caught in the stirrup and bends forward at the knee at an unnatural angle. The pain is immense, but you still manage to croak out an order to draw blades loud enough for your men to follow.

>Sparrowhawks fighting vs Trained Criminals III
>Rolled 9 vs DC 6
>Success, 1 Degree, 4-1 dmg vs 3/9 health
>Trained Criminals III are disorganized

>Trained Criminals III fighting vs Sparrowhawks
>Rolled 14 vs DC 9
>Success, 2 Degrees, 6-2 dmg vs 6 health
>Sparrowhawks are damaged at 2/6 health

The two groups hit each other hard. Your own men are outnumbered and take their fair share of blows, but they lash out with such ruthless determination that the larger group of opportunistic criminals lose their cohesion. After all, what good is coin if you’re not alive to spend it?
>Ser Cormaic fighting vs Wot of Fleabottom
>Rolled 8 vs DC 9
>Failed

>Wot of Fleabottom fighting vs Ser Cormaic
>Rolled 14 vs DC 13
>Success, 1 degree, 9-6 damage vs 8hp
>Cormaic has 6/8 hp remaining

Some big fucker swinging around a common maul starts shouting at them, naming them craven, before he gives up and rushes you instead, taking the opportunity to attack you in your weakened state. You do your best to rise to meet him despite the immense pain, but you can’t close with him enough to deal a decisive blow. Your leg is holding you back too much and even this oaf can sidestep you. He has no such limitations and throws a sloppy swing of his maul right into your chest. It hurts like hell and knocks the wind out of you, but the breastplate absorbs the worst of the strike. Still, you’re not sure how many more hits you can take before either the breastplate cracks or you do.

>Can I get 7d6+1? First 2 are Sparrowhawk fighting, next 3 is Aodhan’s fighting, last 2 are yours

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

>>3862786

Rolled 2, 4, 5, 6, 5, 3, 6 + 1 = 32 (7d6 + 1)

>>3862786
Not the greatest rolls tonight.

Rolled 2, 2, 3, 3, 6, 1, 5 + 1 = 23 (7d6 + 1)

>>3862786

>>3862790
Blew all our luck in the first round

>>3862791
I disagree.
>>3862790
Seems like Aodhan came in with a fucking save with 2 5's and a 6. 16 He might come in and save our ass.
Sparrowhawks scored a 6
and Cormaic a 9. Could be worseLike another crit failure

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You see your men push their advantage and rout the disorganized mass of criminals, pressing them into the crowd of reinforcements behind them and making a mess of the street. The dirt of the road has turned to mud from all of the blood and the screams of the dying are evident even to your ringing ears, but you have bigger concerns right now.

>Ser Cormaic fighting vs Wot of Fleabottom
>Rolled 10 vs DC 9
>Success, 1 degee, 3-1 dmg to 12 hp

>Wot of Fleabottom fighting vs Ser Cormaic
>Rolled 18 vs DC 13
>Success, 2 degrees, 18-5 damage vs 5hp
>Cormaic is at 2/2 wounds
>???

The big bastard has the gall to laugh at your clumsy attempts to fight with one good leg. You make him regret that with one solid lunge forward. Your stiletto slides through the man’s hardened leather tunic and lodges in his ribcage. He roars and crashes the maul into your chest with all of his might. You taste blood in your mouth as you’re knocked into the mud. He looks down on his handywork with a grim smile and raises his maul one last time, but a second smile opens upon his tree trunk of a neck as the three prongs of Aodhan’s frog spear erupts from it from behind. Your world goes black.

>Well look at the time! We will pick up on Wednesday at 7pm EST with the results. Thanks for playing!

>>3862808
Oh great, almost killed by a fat fuk with a hammer. What a great time for that fat fuck we knighted and never showed up to be here to watch our ass.

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>>3863020
Ser Peter Plumm? He's at the villa at the moment. I would've liked to do more with him before this, but there's been a majority support for keeping Atia a secret and she was only revealed to the court yesterday.

All in all, I was pretty surprised by the rolls. Even made me have to scrap a couple of planned votes due to your current predicament. The guy you fought was a pretty basic roll up with secondary character stats and very beatable had that crit fail not happened. I wasn't even rolling best of 3 for him, but he still rolled above average. He rolled 6,4,4 the first round (sinister was activated) and then rolled 4,3,6,5 that last round.

Is the first time a MC has been knocked to zero wounds in a quest?

>>3863048
Should we not be spending a destiny point to not die here?

>>3863174
we have none?

>>3863174
That we be great if we had one.
It is why people save them

>>3863048
In any of the ASOIAF quests, yeah. I like it - I've always felt the Bo3 system tends to make thtings too easy, it's good to be reminded that we can still get fucked if the dice so decree

>>3863182
>>3863182
So were dead?

>>3863184
I mean, it certainly looks that way since it isn't a knight we are fighting but a criminal but If we make it out of this seems like we will be bed-bound for a while.

>>3863182
Well we spent our only one on binding ourselves to spider.

tbf if we still had it after meeting spider, we probably would have spent it elsewhere.

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>>3863184
Well, you can see that Aodhan rolled well enough to kill the guy who was about to kill you, but nothing is for certain yet. Provided your men held off the rest of the mob, you still need your wounds to be tended to by someone with real skill sooner rather than later. Here's a screenshot of the defeat section from the rulebook. Obviously it's by no means an exhaustive list and I do tend to treat a good chunk of the rulebook more as guidelines than objective rules.

While we're at it though, can I get 2 rolls of 1d6 for the Butcher's Bill for your men?

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>3863213

>>3863213
I'm more talking about the wounds part. I thought if you were defeated after taking all your wounds it was automatically death...but maybe I'm misremembering. I hope I am because I like this quest

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>3863213

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>>3863214
>>3863227
Intact then.

>>3863218
You're right, but I could've just as easily written it as your hp dropping to 0 and resulting in your defeat (but not necessarily your death). You weren't technically obligated to take the second wound in this case, but you will effectively have to attempt to recover from 2 wounds because I just can't see why taking a hit like that to the chest wouldn't result in a wound-like recovery period. As for Cormaic's fate, I still haven't done all the rolls for it myself, so I couldn't tell you! It'll come up in the story tomorrow night though. If he doesn't make it, then I'll figure something out, but even he doesn't get a free pass in such a lethal setting (at least without a destiny point). I'll probably do a POV shift if he dies. I didn't plan for this at all.

>>3863247
I mean we are at the red keep. If we are actually intrested in a good healing measter we have the wealth to pay for it.
But given our sister is around, so long as we could get to her we should recover just fine. If we can get to her that is.

>>3863247
Main character death in the novels was fine cause we had multiple view points of the story from many characters. But in this format we only have the one, and switching to a different character entirely will change the entire quest.

>>3863247
Question how big are the criminals units? 20 men?

>>3864191
They'd be 100 each, though the first unit you shot at wasn't at full strength yet so they started with the disorganized penalty.

>>3864210
So we were outnumbered about 15 to 1?

>I’m gonna do something different and drop this early since it’s ready anyway. Still picking up at ~7pm EST though

“Get up. We’re not done yet.”

You’re in the mud and sore all over. Your father looks at you passively, leaning on the haft of a dulled long axe. His demeanor may be placid, but his eyes that he gave you are always watching, always judging. He’s larger than the man you will grow to be was an absolute giant to you at three and ten. You rise to your feet more in defiance than compliance and ready yourself again.

“Your form is sloppy. You have the poise of a washerwoman. Carry yourself like a man or you’ll never be one.”

You rush him and focus your anger through a series of furious blows with your iron practice sword. He lazily blocks and avoids the blows. “I told you the sword is artless. Almost as unmanly as the shield. The sword-swallowing Seven worshippers would say the same of the axe, but tell me which is more dependent on the warrior’s entire body. The dance of the axe isn’t fancy twirls. It is all momentum. Purpose. Maybe I’m wasting my time and you’d rather stay a weakling.”

You rush him again and stab out with the point of your sword. To your surprise, he makes no attempt to block your strike and the point lodges itself into his ribs. He smirks at your shocked expression and disarms you with a twist of his forearm. You’re doubled over in the dirt from an uppercut to the gut before you can react. He resumes his earlier bored stance despite the blood running from his chest.

“There’s more to a warrior than plucking birds from the air with a bow. You do that well enough, aye. But I find you wanting up close. What will you do when you’re up against half the fighter I am with no interest in your continued health? You’ll be training with Barth now. Perhaps in a few years you’ll make this worth my while, but you’re not ready yet.” He turns and leaves you with the mud and your thoughts as the darkness embraces you again.

You have a sensation of weightlessness followed by mounting pain. You still see nothing, but your stomach turns at the sensation of spinning enveloping you.

>“…you can’t be here…”

>“…a successor…”

>“…only prayer may…”

>“…little to do but wait…”

>“…he dies, get rid of her, quietly…”

>“…I failed you…”

>“…kinder to use the pillow…”

>>3864305
“Do you think mortals are intentionally incorrect in most of their utterances or is it merely a subconscious construct?” This voice cuts through the ghosts of words that filter through your mind like a comet across the night sky.

“Too much? How is this?” A woman, or girl, materializes above you in the blackness. She, it, could be older than your mother or younger than Ciara, you can’t say, but the one thing you’re certain of is that she looks almost exactly like Atia. It’s the eyes that give you pause. One is the bright violet of your wife, but endless flames dance within it, as immutable as existence. The other is blue. Then green. Then something more. Civilizations are birthed and killed in its depths to the apathy of its owner. You break eye contact and look straight ahead, terrified of what you may see if you gaze for another moment.

“What are you? A spirit? A god?” you ask.

She floats down to your level, crimson dress billowing as blood and soot drip from the soles of her feet. “Who can say,” she, it, says with a playful smile no different than your wife. “You can’t have an answer from me. At least not yet,” she adds in a singsong tone with a wag of her finger.

“What do you want from me?”

“Your views on causality,” she says by way of answer, though her tone is deadly serious now. “Is it really so simple as a topography of continuous curves, already in a state of synchronous equilibrium or is there room for anthrohyperconjugates to backbond?”

“I… don’t speak that tongue.”

She rolls her eyes. “Then I suppose you could assume I’m not planning on telling you what I want from you.”

“Then why are you here?”

“I just wanted to see you… Although I could ask the same of you. What do you want of me?” She asks with some unexpected shyness. She blinks. “Looks like our time is up. We will meet again, Lord Cormaic.”

“I’m not a Lord,” you point out.

“Not with that attitude. You menfolk could stand to be more creative,” she says as she fades away.

You awake into a world of pain. The light filtering into the room is blinding and causes your vision to blur. You try to sit up, but that brings a tingling sensation to your limbs that quickly turns to pain as well. Your throat is unbelievably dry, so you hoarsely try to call for water for a few minutes. A servant enters the room, promptly drops the bundle of linens she was carrying, and runs from the room yelling for help.

Who enters the room?
>Aodhan
>Ciara
>Varys

>>3864305
>“…only prayer may…”
Fuck QM

>>3864311
>Ciara
The fuck?
Was that >>3864305 a vote or I just got bamboozled?

>>3864305
>“…I failed you…”
>>Varys
Yeah you did Varys. You gonna help us cleanse flea bottom and we gonna set up a spy network, you and me. We are gonna learn how to set one up, and we are going to be one of the best minor lord spy masters out there.

>>3864318
Best to pick an option to be safe.

>>3864298
At least that, yeah. No accounting for quality though. Still makes for a good tale.

>>3864318
>>3864319

Sorry, maybe I shouldn't have greentexted that part. No, it wasn't a vote prompt. All of those things were said.

>>3864328
Yeah, that sounds weird. They were planning on killing our wife, and ending us with a pillow?

>>3864334
Who knows! It could've been different people talking at different times.

>>3864305
jesus christ, we're not short on enemies

>>3864311
>Varys

>>3864305
>>3864311

>>“…he dies, get rid of her, quietly…”
>>Aodhan
Meh

>>3864311
>>Varys

>He does, get rid of her quietly.

Oh shiggidy. We must PURGE any and all who would harm pregWaifu

>>3864507
What if it was an "s" in front of the "he"?

>>3864311
>Varys

>>3864311
>Aodhan

By R'hollor. Well I think the lesson here is to never, EVER allow ourselves to be caught in hand to hand combat again unless we seriously consider boosting up Cormaics endurance and fighting level. In hindsight, we honestly should have brought Anders with us to test his merit, and maybe allowed him to fight the big bastard with a hammer.

>Ciara

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>Varys

“Ser Cormaic? Are you still awake?”

You crack your eyes open and see Varys, perfumed and powdered in a comfortable damask robe. He pours you a cup of wine and holds it close to your lips. You drink it down hungrily.

“I had heard you called for water. It’s as if you’re trying to be poisoned, Ser,” he chides. “Many of us will be most relieved by your wakefulness, but not all.”

You glare at him, in little mood for a lecture given the fact that this was as much his plan as yours that’s landed you in this bed. “What happened? How long has it been? The others?”

He grimaces. “Your men are fine, as is the rest of your family, though your Lady wife is most distraught. She should be resting at your villa, but it hasn’t been easy to keep her agreeable. She has a ship awaiting her order that would’ve taken sail with her to Essos had you perished. A wise choice… Ser, it’s been a month. Most thought you finished.”

Fuck… Atia. “The gold? It was delivered, yes? You said my men are fine, so at least they prevailed,” you say.

“They did and I would say your debts are more than paid now. Apparently, they dragged you into an inn and walled up the entranceway with the bodies of any who tried to cross the threshold. A bold and most gruesome plan, but it worked. It seems the gangs were hesitant to set fire to the establishment with it being so close to their territory and containing all of the gold they bled for. The thieves fled when the City Watch started to show up in force. The King himself rode down in all of his fury after learning off the affront. It was his gold at that point and cooler heads had hardly a word in before he was bellowing down the hill with his war companions. I would wager Flea Bottom hasn’t been so placid since Maegor the Cruel,” he says wryly.

“This had to be Lord Gyles,” you start.

“On that we agree, my friend. It was clever in its own way. None of his men were used in the plot. All that was needed was to spread the truth, that a young knight would be riding by with a handful of bowmen and enough gold to let every one of them live comfortably for years,” he smirks. “However, the Crown demanded answers from me, answers that I was happy to provide. It did help that Lord Gyles saw fit to leave the city upon learning you yet lived. Nothing looks guiltier than a man who flees. Officially, he is sought for questioning in accordance to his station. Unofficially, the Crown would sooner see him dead before he may cause any more scandal to this newly birthed and tenuous regime. His clerk, one Petyr Baelish, will be filling in for him until this is put to rest and a more suitable replacement may be appointed.”

>>3864636
“Why hadn’t you informed me of the attack in advance? I trusted you to have eyes on this,” you say irritably.

“I made an error in judgement, I’m afraid. I couldn’t look past Lord Gyles’s rather unpleasant and haughty personality. I didn’t think he had the wit to use smallfolk in such an effective way and thought it even less likely that he would stoop to such methods even if he had come up with this himself,” he says uncomfortably. “I can assure you I had him watched night and day, but this was most irregular.”

“It’s done, for now,” you say with a grunt. A glance around at your surroundings reveals that you are most certainly not in your villa, which leaves only one logical conclusion. “We are in the Red Keep. How long am I to stay here?”

“Just so. The King bade you be brought here as you suffered your injuries due to the laxity of his own City Watch. I couldn’t say how long you are to stay,” he says with a shrug. “I can say that you suffered from bleeding internally and your ribcage has seen better days to be sure. However, I’m to understand that your leg would give you the most lasting difficulty… I’m sorry, Ser, but it’s unlikely you will ever gain full mobility in it. One of the maesters could answer the question better, or perhaps your sister. That is, if you trust her…”

You feel a pit in your stomach. That answer is too vague. It seems you need to speak with a healer to learn how debilitating this will be. It doesn’t bode well though. “Why wouldn’t I trust her? She’s my sister. Your choice of words is suspicious,” you warn.

“Forgive me, my friend,” he says with raised hands. “I meant no offense, only that I don’t know her well myself and have little reason to call the company she keeps of late your friends. I must say, it’s most likely she was going to be married in a matter of days had you not come back to us. It seems your house has drawn the attention of the Westerlands, for better or worse.”

“As you must know, that was my doing as much as it was hers. I encouraged her to look to the west for a husband and allowed her to marry who she pleased. I negotiated the terms of her betrothal with the Lord Brax myself,” you frown. “I had little reason to distrust her before I fell, has something changed?”

“I truly can’t say. Maybe she’s innocent in all of the plotting, but I am certain the Lannisters and at least some of their bannerman were ready to have her wedded and bedded before your body cooled, with the young Ser Anders taking full control of all of your lands and titles. Perhaps even before your death,” he says cautiously. “To her credit, she was instrumental in your care during your most uncertain hours, to the chagrin of some of the maesters.”

>>3864639
You feel a cold rage even though Varys leaves the obvious unsaid. You have two titles, both of which should go to your rightful heirs. The trouble is, neither are yet born, and the titles are mean to be held by fully fledged knights. If what the eunuch says is true, then they would’ve been cast aside. Atia was clever to be ready to sail. You don’t want to think of what would have been done to her and your unborn child. And Esmeralda too, though she is far less a threat to a usurper. As for Maeve, it would be a simple matter to have her married to another Westerlander by royal decree. If not, then a Crabb or Brune would’ve swept in anyway. The only thing holding your entire legacy together right now is your continued survival.

He tilts his head. “How odd, I came here under the pretenses of asking you questions about what happened, and it seems I’m only answering your own. Allow me to pose one of my own to you. Given everything you’ve heard, what do you intend to do next? I could have others of your house escorted here. You need not fear being overheard by any but myself. But you wouldn’t need to keep secrets from me, would you,” he titters.

>Send for Ciara. You have questions. Many questions.
>Send for Aodhan. By your reckoning, he is probably what held things together in your absence.
>Send for Atia. She will want to see you more than anyone.

Also, will you bring up your wife’s Blackfyre heritage with Varys while you wait for them to arrive?
>Yes
>No

>>3864645
>>Send for Aodhan. By your reckoning, he is probably what held things together in your absence.
Saved our ass he likely did. and
>No
Not until we're stronger yet

>>3864645
>Send for Ciara. You have questions. Many questions.

>No

>>3864645
>>Send for Ciara. You have questions. Many questions.
No

>>3864645
>Send for Atia. She will want to see you more than anyone

>>3864645
Can we continue talking to Varys instead? I want to ask, if it was possible Gyles acted alone. It seems weird, and I doubt Varys would think so, as that would be naive for him.

Who is Gyles connected to?

>No
We don't even know all that much about it ourselves, or even our wife for that matter. I wonder if her half sister knows anything. She is older, and was more or less raised her a bit.

>>3864645
>Send for Aodhan. By your reckoning, he is probably what held things together in your absence.

>Yes
we must dissent

>>3864645
>>3864669
Oh right, there was 2 answers.
>yes

>>3864670
I don't see why you couldn't ask him a few more questions while you wait for someone else to arrive. If you guys have any that you'd like to ask, then feel free to ask away.

>>3864645
>Send for Ciara. You have questions. Many questions.

>Yes
The more he knows the better. HE won't betray us. Varys may use that information. Help us locating her brother. Sooner he know the better. Even if not sure info this is something he can help us with.

>>3864655
>>3864663
>>3864667
>>3864670
Is there reason you guys want to hide that info from him?
Like there is no danger in telling him.

>>3864693
While yes he could potentially help us. Information is power. It's not likely he would use that information. But he could blackmail us with it if need be. Let's work together some more before we let him know is all I'm getting at.

>>3864693
Varys would absolutely betray us. He testified against Tyrion, even knowing he didn't commit the crime, simply to save his head/further his own ends. He useful, but when push comes to shove, is absolutely not someone you trust with your life. Who's to say that he doesn't take our child and turn him into Faegon if it's a boy? Or perhaps he just kills us now because he sees a Blackfyre Rebellion in the making and is actually loyal to the Targaryens? I'm just spit balling but there are more than a few reasons not to tell him

>>3864645
>>Send for Aodhan. By your reckoning, he is probably what held things together in your absence.

>Yes

>>3864670
>>3864678
>Send for Aodhan. By your reckoning, he is probably what held things together in your absence.
Probably best to get some answers from our trusted man before confronting our sister. The facts and such.

How would it be received if in the future we arrived with more men, like 1 or 2 hundred? They'd of course stay outside of the kings castle, perhaps have 100 of them hang around flea bottom.

Will the crown be more proactive in dealing with Flea bottom?

Tell me of Lord Brax and his activities since his visit to the villa till now? Did he visit me while I was under?

Did anyone else visit me while I was out?

>>3864693
Its more likely we will tell him at a later date after we find out more, and to not appear to be a threat to the throne. So far only we seem to know or guess anything. Best keep it that way for now.

We are simply a weak fucking asset. Now even more so.
Weve to find out just how long this recovery is going to take. And if we could recover full mobility and how long it's going to take.
Ofcourse we hide our recovery. That way when we burn shit down..it cant lead directly back to us..

>>3864645
>>Send for Ciara. You have questions. Many questions.
>No

>>3864693
I just think it's a heavy discussion we're going to have, and i'd rather not have that discussion when we've been unconscious for a month with no idea about where we stand. It's not like we gain anything from saying it

>>3864678
Also, would he be willing to help us or allow us to set up an spy network to identify and wipe out the criminal scum in kings landing, mostly flea bottom.

>>3864701
Man I think most of the organized criminals have been killed. It's not our problem anymore. It's also not likely we will ever walk around with that kind of money ever again in a city that isn't ours and not have much more security.

Questions I do like are surrounding Lord Brax and who came to visit us. And of simply what he has heard and who has has been planing what about our house so far as what he knows. Better the devil you know than the devil you don't.

Even if Ander's said a thing or two the kid didn't know if we would make it. We could still trust the bastard as no one snuffed us out yet.

I would like Atia to come in as well but that doesn't seem as productive and we may want to have as much usefull information as we can sooner rather than later.

>>3864717
I don't want her to risk travel and her safety.

Curious on how Maeve took to this news. We should speak to her to gain some perspective, and who may have made any moves towards her domain in that time.

Also......knowing who came to visit us will be like playing a jigsaw puzzle where all the pieces are the same shape and all colored dull grey to the words we heard while passing in and out of consciousness.

>>3864716
Why would we give a fuck about kings landing and waste our assets cleaning up the red keep for the king?
I'm sure he will lay down the law, and make an example or two. You know as a warrior king should. He came down himself to get his gold.
And we've killed plenty our self. That is in my opinion an idiotic thing to bring up. We aren't exactly rolling in qealth yet my friend. And we've killed most that put us in this predicament. But gyles is where we should be putting our efforts in.

If we could get monetary compensation that would be great. But doubt that would ever happen. As we are too small.

Hmm, we are tied between Aodhan and Ciara. There's no reason I can't write both, so I'll get started on that.

Keeping the Blackfyre secret for now takes it 5-4 though.

It's going to take some time to write, so until then can I get 6d6+5 for the house fortunes roll you slept through? (6th dice is supposed to be a d3 so halve the number you see for it)

Rolled 6, 2, 4, 1, 1, 6 + 5 = 25 (6d6 + 5)

>>3864727
Just missed the vote. Oh well.

Rolled 4, 4, 1, 1, 3, 6 + 5 = 24 (6d6 + 5)

>>3864727

Rolled 1, 6, 6, 2, 6, 5 + 5 = 31 (6d6 + 5)

>>3864727

>>3864743
Wait so would this be 28.5
Are we to get the 28 which is a boon? or a curse at 29?

>>3864751
Well a D3 is normally 1-2 = 2, 3-4 = 2 and 5-6 = 3, so by my count thats a curse unless Boggs plays HF by taking the best roll, not the highest. Curse seems fitting though to be quite honest.

Rolled 5, 2, 3, 6, 6, 2 + 5 = 29 (6d6 + 5)

>>3864724
I figure it be easy experience for our green troops. (and finishing what the mad king couldn't when we burn half the city down to our god.) :p

>>3864727
Rollin

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>>3864736
>>3864740
>>3864743
>Dropping lowest 2 from 1st 5 dice, halving the 6th dice.
20,19,26
A Blessing! There's some good news.

So you can increase 2 resources by 1 or 1 resource by 1d3.

Given how linear your bonuses to resources are right now, you only have 2 options that make any sense. Population can be converted to Power at a 1:1 ratio.

>Wealth only (2d3+1)

>Wealth and Population (1d3+2 for Wealth, 2 for Population)

>>3864768
Where are we at in regards to those stats?

>>3864768
Wealth and pop

>>3864768
>>Wealth and Population (1d3+2 for Wealth, 2 for Population)

>>3864768
We needed pop, right? So
>Wealth and population

>>3864758
I take the highest roll over the best result.

It's Status 3+2 bonus dice from Atia's stewardship. Her Head for Numbers gives the +5 from her Cunning rank and also +1 Wealth any time you increase Wealth through HF (already factored into the above post).

>>3864768
>>Wealth and Population (1d3+2 for Wealth, 2 for Population)
Guys we need the population at 20 for the new settlement.
And wealth because it's fucking given.

We've a dowry and an infantry unit to pay for soon. As well as other things to come up.

>>3864775
18 pop, 6 available wealth. 7.5 wealth needed for the dowry, which is needed on the wedding day (date TBD). Population needs to be 20 to start on a Small Town and 21 for a +1 to House Fortunes. You'd also need 10 Land for a Small Town so that's going to be a way off. Population can be converted to Power at a 1:1 ratio and Wealth can be Converted to Power at a 2:1 ratio. You are definitely in need of Power with your commitments, but it wasn't in the voting prompt because you don't have a +1 to resource gain with it like you do with Pop.

>>3864768
>Wealth and Population

God I'm worried about our leg

>>3864787
Meant to quote: >>3864771
Whoops.

Okay, Wealth and Pop it is. Can I get 3 rolls of 1d3+2?

Rolled 1 + 2 (1d3 + 2)

>>3864818

Rolled 2 + 2 (1d3 + 2)

>>3864818

Rolled 1 + 2 (1d3 + 2)

>>3864818

>>3864822
>>3864823
>>3864824
+4 wealth, +2 population. That 3 didn't want to come out to play today, eh?

You now have 10 available wealth and 20 population. Still writing the next post up.

“I would like to speak to Aodhan, my lieutenant, and my sister,” you decide.

“Oh, that should be easy, they’re both not far from here. Lady Ciara is likely still attending the Queen’s Ladies brunch and I am already familiar with your man Aodhan. He insisted your room be guarded by your own. Quite likely the only reason you haven’t been killed in your sleep,” he shudders at the thought.

“Then I owe him twice over now. I should see to rewarding him, but first I would like his council. Send for him and then my sister. Until then, I would know more of who is aligned against me,” you say.

He leaves the room for a brief moment. If he speaks the truth, one of your men should be at the door while another is off to find Aodhan. “I know you are likely thinking of Essos still, but Lord Gyles has acted alone to this point. He has, or had, business dealings with several magisters of Pentos, but they typically have the sense to recognize a depreciating asset when they see one, especially if your goodfather is willing to kill one of his own on what could only be a hunch. The man now represents the very picture of bad business,” he says.

“And matters closer to home? Such as Lord Brax,” you press.

“Lord Andros simply isn’t the type to play these games. I have no doubt he would have been pleased enough had his baseborn son ascended to your position, but he has had no role in planning it that I can see. You’re better served looking towards our lovely Queen. I do believe she’s taking a fancy to your humble house and the very concept of Queensmen. As of now, she only has yourself and Pynewatch sworn to her, but that one inherited her father’s low cunning and ambition, if not his wisdom,” he says.

“The bloody Queen? She must be barely older than Ciara, if not of an age. You mean to say she is casually plotting the destruction of my family just after I showed her favor?"

“Oh, I’m not quite convinced she is intending to be malicious, but a woman such as her… she sees the world differently than you or I. She may genuinely think she is doing what is best for your house. Like your sweet Esmeralda with a particularly delicate toy, she is wont to break things in her curiosity before discarding them for something new,” he says with sadness. “And with that thought, I’m afraid I must be going, my friend. Until next time.”

He shuffles out, leaving you to your turning thoughts.

>Cont. with Aodhan shortly.

>>3864838
Aodhan enters the room shortly, somewhat out of breath. “Ser, it’s good to have you back.”

“I should be calling you Ser. You know I’m going to have to knight you now,” you say lightly.

“Don’t need to go through all of the trouble of that,” he says, uneasy with praise as always.

“I knighted a fat boy for being second best at fighting with blunted steel. You saved my life twice over. Take the knighthood for your child’s sake,” you order. “We will do it when I can at least get out of bed. Your woman would want to see it anyway, I’d expect. You’ll thank me later. They love that shit.”

He cracks a smile, but still seems troubled. “It wasn’t enough though. You fell and I was sworn to protect you.”

“Hard to do that when I’m falling from my own damn horse like a bloody fool. I’m assuming you left that part out of the retelling?” He nods. “Small mercy,” you mutter.

“I’m assuming you’ve already heard what happened from the Lord Varys. He sought to question you when you awoke and we weren’t in a position to refuse him,” he explains.

“Aye. Sounds like I missed the best part. What of the rest? No one fell?”

“We all had our scrapes, but you had the worst of it. Most of the lads are recovered by now, or they will be soon enough.” He hesitates. “Cormaic… you can say what you want, but the fact is we were supposed to protect you. If we had that much trouble with you, then what will happen if it’s Atia’s litter next time? Aye, the King crashed through that shitstain of a neighborhood like a crazed boar, but those types always come back.”

“What are you proposing?”

“I don’t like it, but it may be time for us to change our focus. Throw on some scale mail and act as a proper personal guard, at least most of the time, instead of like a band of rangers. Start training to fight close up so we don’t get run over by a mob,” he sighs. “Just a thought, Ser. I just ask you to think on it.”

“I will think on it,” you allow with a nod. “How’s Atia, Ciara?”

“Right, you haven’t seen Lady Atia yet… she isn’t herself. Not to say she’s gone mad, at least not exactly, but she pulled herself together when she grasped what was at stake beyond yourself and she’s been… busy, very busy.” He glances around pointedly. “I dare not say more here, Ser. She made me swear an oath.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. You hope she knows what she’s doing. “And my sister?”

“You know I love your sister. Not like… you know what I mean,” he adds hurriedly at your look. “But I don’t trust her. I don’t know what part she has in all of this or if she even knows, but your Lady wife seems convinced your sister’s Lannister friends are plotting against you. Tyrra is never far from her side.”

>>3864838
Would we be able to get this?
FOOD AGRICULTURE
Requirement: Plains or Hills with no Woods or Communities larger than a Hamlet
House Fortune Rolls: +1
Resource Gain Bonus: Population +1, Power +1
Use Limit: These benefits only apply during Spring, Summer, and Autumn.

I would then be all for
Alcohol Distillery: +5 Wealth; 1d6+6 months. The holding includes facilities for the fermentation of alcohol from
the food it produces, whether a brewery for grains, a winery for vineyards, or a cidery for apple or pear orchards.
Resource Gain Bonus: Population +1, Wealth +1


We just don't have options for anything that increases power other than this option so it seems. Does anyone have any better options for our next investment?

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>>3864899
“I see. Thank you, friend. I think she will be with me shortly. Perhaps I will get to the bottom of this. Until then, go to my wife. I’d prefer the news of my awakening comes from you,” you say tiredly.

You feel weary, but you stop yourself from dozing while you wait. Another hour passes before Ciara shows up wearing a dress in the green of your house along with a new gemstone necklace of considerable value that brings out her eyes. She smiles widely when she sees you.

>Any questions for her before I continue? How do you want to handle this?

>>3864902
It's good to see you sister. I heard you were instrumental on me not dying here in a truly embarrassing fashion. I hope this has not cut into your wedding preparation too badly. Where's Andros?


Act, and otherwise just make some questions that are innocuous and see how she reacts. I trust Our eyes over her ability to lie to us.

>>3864902
>Ask if she fucked unicorn boy already (as brotherly rubbing not malice in it)
Aside from that
>Ask about our health
>Ask about her new Lannister 'friends' (still not malice in it)
>Ask who was visiting us

>>3864902
What's our situation as far as you can tell us the best healer in the house I have to trust your opinion on it.
Sister anything I should know and hear from you before I hear another point of view that could paint you in a different light?

Can't think of anything else really.

>>3864901
I'd be all for that if we can.

>>3864916
What would she lie about? You didn't really ask her anything that would give her reason to lie...

“Cormaic! The Gods do listen!” She rushes to your side. “I would hug you, but that would be ill advised.”

“It seems you’re right,” you say as you glance down your broken body. Your leg is in a cast to keep it from moving. “I’m told I have you to thank for my waking from a blissful slumber. How long am I going to be stuck like this? You’re the best healer I know so I would like your opinion.”

She blushes at the unexpected praise. “Your ribcage will health in time, I think. It may take months though. If your organs were pulped then we wouldn’t be talking at this point, so that’s good news. But Cormaic, your leg… I’m sorry, but it will never be the way it used to be. I think you will be able to walk on it again in time, you may even gain full mobility provided you’re not weighed down by the bulk of armor, but sprinting and rougher riding would still be very difficult. It is going to take the longest to heal by far,” she says sadly.

“A crippled knight. I can already hear the jokes from our neighbors when next we meet,” you say bitterly.

“It could be worse, Cormaic. You should still have no trouble with your bow. When we last spoke, Atia mentioned making you a cane to walk with,” she says encouragingly.

“So you have spoken with her? How is she?”

“I’m not sure. She was a mess when she first heard what happened and visited frequently in the first few days, but then she stopped coming. Since then, she’s been distant… she hardly speaks to me,” she says worriedly.

“Hmm. I’m sure I will be speaking with her soon enough. When do you think I can leave?”

She scrunches her face in thought. “Assuming you’re in a rush? A few days and by way of a litter. You’ll still need to regain some of your strength after being bedridden for so long. And Cormaic… the pain will be intense. We’ve been giving you milk of the poppy and only stopped recently after your fever stabilized. You will either need to keep taking it and be less lucid or you will suffer.”

“Sounds like I’ll be suffering. Or maybe some of the strongwine will do the trick,” you say.

“No, no it won’t. If you do insist on drinking anyway, just please don’t mix your medications,” she winces at the thought.

“That’s quite the necklace. Who bought it for you? I know I would remember if I did. Ciara… have you been chaste?”

She flushes crimson. “Why would you think that I haven’t? I can wait a few more days,” she hisses.

“A few more days? You were planning to wed without my leave,” you state with a raised eyebrow.

>>3864976
“We’ve had an influx of traders in the Boggwood and more have settled in the hamlet. The gold Atia managed to wrangle out of them put us at more than enough for the dowry and preparations,” she explains. “I wanted to wait for you to wake up, but Lord Andros was shown favor by the Crown for his service during the war. The Queen herself decreed that we should be wed at the Mother’s Sept upon the first of the new month. That’s in six days! I didn’t protest it because it was a great honor and was saving us a few hundred dragons besides. The Queen even gifted me this necklace from her personal jewels. She insisted I wear it upon my wedding day,” she says excitedly.

You sink back into the bed. You know your sister. She’s never been one for guile and tries to see the best in everyone. She’s intelligent with her books and her healing, but you’ve never considered her to be cunning. Still, she all but confirmed that whatever plots were swirling were either the Queen’s doing or that of her lackeys. What will you do about it though?

>Call off the wedding. You won’t stand for these plots. It would have enormous social repercussions, but it would send a hell of a message and may take your sister off the board of whatever game is being played.
>Let everything proceed. Bide your time. Prioritize the safety of your wife and heir. You will strike on your own terms later.

>>3864978
>>Let everything proceed. Bide your time. Prioritize the safety of your wife and heir. You will strike on your own terms later.
Just don't think it is worth angering the queen. As long as we can make it to the wedding I say we proceed. Also saves us some money, and we can thank the queen for helping "MY house" personally when we can.

>>3864978
>>Let everything proceed. Bide your time. Prioritize the safety of your wife and heir. You will strike on your own terms later.


Man we're permanently crippled for combat and hunting. Welp guess we're screwed then.

>>3864987
Fuck that. While I didn't want one before we could use this as a way to find a maester that is well versed with healing and injuries of these kinds. SO we've someone to handle ravens and teach our family line how to read and write better than our family currently has. As well as get us back to 100% or as close to as we can. Someone to handle our coresponses and work with us to heal us back as much as we can. While we heal up we could also gain some knowledge, and use his expertise to gain another point in endurance make us more durable.
Our Rich living standard of living should help us get back on our feet decently enough. Or at least sooner
I refuse to believe she is this empty-headed Ciara had to know something was up.

Again Bogg would we be able to obtain Food agriculture within our domain, once we gain a Small town?

>>3864978
>>Let everything proceed. Bide your time. Prioritize the safety of your wife and heir. You will strike on your own terms later.

>>3864993
>before we could use this as a way to find a maester that is well versed with healing and injuries of these kinds.

Maester's can't do shit man. They all agreed our leg is beyond recovery. We're perma crippled for the rest of the Quest, which outright fucks Cormaic given his set up. But the qm has ruled we're basically useless now.

>>3864997
It's not as bad as all of that. It'll take a few months to heal, but you can get at least most of your old usage back with time. Given time, your combat ability will be unaffected unless you're weighing yourself down with bulky armor, at which point you'll just be taking a heavier movement penalty. I was going to explain all of this, but wanted to break it out it in the story first.

>>3864997
Useless? Hardly. We can still fire a bow. I imagine we're probably going to have the "crippled" drawback now which reduces our movement by 2 yards.

But regardless, our peak skill is still at 100%, and this is a perfect example of why it's important to have a spare destiny point on us at all times.

>Let everything proceed. Bide your time. Prioritize the safety of your wife and heir. You will strike on your own terms later.

>>3864997
>Maester's can't do shit man. They all agreed our leg is beyond recovery.
That is not what has been said "However, I’m to understand that your leg would give you the most lasting difficulty… I’m sorry, Ser, but it’s unlikely you will ever gain full mobility in it. One of the maesters could answer the question better, or perhaps your sister. That is if you trust her…”
Is what happened and while our sister if great we haven't seen a specialist. She is saying we would be able to move around with armor and riding would be difficult. If we find a maester that has put in his time and effort looking into these matters we might never get back to 100% but we may be able to ride without issue and be involved in fighting at least from horseback and hunting as we did just with someone to carry back our trophy's.

Just saying it may be worth the time and energy to get. We have a support unit, who could follow directions of a maester to the letter to help us heal up over time. Be it a maester or if Atia and her father could find someone better suited I would be fine with that as well. Simply giving us options. Seems like we should be a pretty able cripple.
But like in today's world, a good physical therapist could mean the difference between walking and walking with a limp for the rest of your life. Even in today's day in age does it make a difference more so would it matter for our health if we found someone who knows what we should be doing every step of the way.

>>3864978
>Let everything proceed. Bide your time. Prioritize the safety of your wife and heir. You will strike on your own terms later.

Cersei thinks that she's doing our house a favour tying us to the west. We just need to show that we're not opposed to closer ties and that we ourselves are useful and she'll be happy to help us.

>>3865010
Agreed. We could even use this favor to have her help us heal. Send the best healer the kingdom can find. While the king didn't really care for us and it was more about his gold. It happened in his house on his watch. I refuse to believe he wouldn't help us at all for something that directly relates to his lax security. Along with the queen's favor and all.

Also, I say this again, we could use someone outside of our sister who can read and write. And teach it to our soon to be new born and Esmeralda. Along with someone we could have full confidence in not sharing information with their husband and so on when raven has to be collected and sent out. It wouldn't be a short-sighted pick up in my opinion. And as far as our wife is to decide I am sure she would agree as she has likely lost much faith in our sister Ciara and could learn from the Maester along with anyone else in our household.

I know I am pitching this hard, but seems like it would be very IC. We learn pentoshi from our sister in law and our wife and our self learn common from the maester.

>Let everything proceed. Bide your time. Prioritize the safety of your wife and heir. You will strike on your own terms later.

“It looks like I have a goal then. I’ll need to be able to escort you at your wedding,” you say.

She favors you with a big dopey smile and a few tears fall from her eyes unbidden. “You’re mad if you think you’ll be walking about in a few days. Maybe with some support you could… but best not to get our hopes up. Mother should be in the city soon. I know you sent her back, but I didn’t want her to miss the wedding even if she is still sour about the Sept.”

“Will Maeve be coming too?”

“No, I wish she would, but she’s been taking precautions in case you didn’t recover. I told her it was unnecessary, but she isn’t listening to me. She wrote to me that she’s raised a new company of horse to replace one of the ones that were lost, and she’s barred all visitors from the hall of Pynewatch. She seems to think someone is going to swoop in and force her into marriage,” she says with a worried frown.

“That won’t be happening. Have our neighbors passed through the Red Keep yet?”

“The Lord Cave and the Brownhollow Brunes have, and the rumor is the other three Lords are expected to next week,” she says.

“Good. Then they won’t be getting into any trouble for at least a few weeks. That is, if they behave themselves in the city. I may even have to host them while they are here, just to be sure. It’s not like any of them keep homes this far south,” you think. “That would be a mess, but it may be worth it.” You stifle a yawn. “Thank you for getting me this far, Ciara. I think I may need to rest again.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Cormaic. You’re my only brother and I love you,” she says sheepishly.

>That’s it for tonight. I’m going to be busy tomorrow night, but we will pick back up on Friday! Thanks for playing. I have a vote to drop in a few min after I catch up on questions.

>>3865033
Intresting. I am intrigued to see how well we did on experience and glory.
Also
>>3863214
Doesnt that mean they gained a training?

>>3864901
Unfortunately no. It's an estate holding so you would need to grab another domain. You already have the Fishery on your only domain. I won't say it's impossible, but you would probably need to war with your neighbors to pull something like that off around the Boggwood. (So, Hardy or the Brownhollow Brunes.) Also, your parcel of land near King's Landing is too small be be considered a domain. You could maybe do something about that too, but I'll leave that up to the players to figure out.

>>3865007
Yeah, I do intend on using the crippled drawback, but with some modifications to it. I'll post it when I've settled on the details so I don't have to retcon anything, but it'll have something to do with bulky armor.

>>3865017
A maester would be an amazingly good addition, especially since you won't be able to rely on Ciara as much and she has basically been filling the role of a maester, as strange as that is. I'll be sure to put it to a vote when you have the funds. You will only have 3 wealth come the start of the month and you need 10.

Speaking of, you guys can absolutely seek compensation for what happened on the city's watch. Feel free to come up with whatever demands you want and we can seek audience and make a case.

>>3865036
It would've had they not been damaged in combat. You needed a 6 to increase their training this time. Speaking of increases, can I get 2d6 for influence gain from Atia's feast (that you missed), the fighting, Ciara's wedding, and your audience before the Iron Throne?

Rolled 6, 2 = 8 (2d6)

>>3865046

Rolled 5, 3 = 8 (2d6)

>>3865046

Rolled 2, 3 = 5 (2d6)

>>3865046

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>>3865051
>>3865058
>>3865070
>+8. New influence is 26.
>Status for Cormaic and Atia increases to 4
>Your house has gained more recognition and prestige of late and your heightened status will attract more attention to your lands, for good or ill. House Fortune Rolls will now occur every 2 months instead of every 3 months.

One last thing! I've been severely slacking on keeping track of your exp gain lately. As far as I'm concerned, if Cormaic hasn't gained 30 exp over the past two or so months, then I don't know who has. So here's the overnight vote:

>Which rank 3 or higher ability do you want to rank up (besides status or language)?

The vote will be tonight and all day tomorrow, so there is plenty of time to discuss this. See the pic for your current ability ranks.

>>3865074
would higher endurance or athletics help our recovery?

>>3865085
Athletics, no. Endurance could if you don't have a healer around to help, but I'm going to handle those 10 exp upgrades in a separate vote. There will be one soon though. Probably this weekend.

>>3865091
Well if we have to pick a level 3 to upgrade it would be Agility. IC not sure how'd you manage that..possibly him thinking how to move better and putting it into practice when he can. Studying the water dancer he has near him and all.

As for 10 exp I would say endurance and animal handling. Seems like we should really get better on a horse if we are not going to be moving all that well on foot as much. And Endurance seems like a no brainer at this point.

I'd still argue the point that we should look into the king and queen getting us a maester for our lands kind of thing. A good one and we get a discount on the acquisition or get a loan from the iron throne for one or something. We still have to give them face. If not demanding their best doctor/maester would be at the top of my list of demands.

>>3865098
Meh, we need to respec now that we are a cripple.
instead of fixiing something broke, we should use the xp for social and knowledge shit
Deception maybe

>>3865110
Bogg already said that it won't be that bad

>>3865114
i dont like railroads

We should have punished her by threatening to cancel the wedding without knowing why.

Did we get a full detailed list of who visited us from Varys or Aodhan

If its not too much to ask, can we move more men up here for protection?

>>3865074
>>3865074
I'm torn. Agility is the obvious choice but Persuasion or Deception might be more useful in the near future even with our wife backing us up there.

The 10 xp choices are just as hard
>Animal Handling to overcome any movement penalty, or
>Endurance to let us soak more wounds in the future
We're still doing the narrative method to up our specialities, right Boggs? Otherwise we have Strength (for that increased bow damage) and all the persuasion specialties to consider too.

>>3865116
What railroad?
We had some bad luck and took a nasty injury but that's war. You wouldn't want the MC to be invulnerable would you?

>>3865110
We will still have many functions of our body left over. And can still use our bow at 100%

In life just because you get into a car accident and lose mobility you all if a sudden dont have a chance to respec... you pivot in your life if you cant regain mobility and pick up fron there.
That we were given 1 chance to respect in the game so far was already generous.
>>3865187
Persuasion might be a nice boost. Especially with the way things are going to be looking for the next year.
We should also keep our recovery under wraps till our own ceremony and tournament. And even then, till we meet up with our neighbors.
With everything going on I dont expect for the alliance to see us as a strong member. But this could be a chance to let others undermine us. And see where we stand. But how ever you guys want
Are we ever getting our sister in laws stats?

>>3865176
I can work something out for that.

>>3865178
Who? You're extremely short on fighting men right now. You still haven't paid for the infantry unit.

>>3865116
I'm not sure what you mean. Care to elaborate? Not trying to argue, just curious. We are all in some uncharted territory after all.

>>3865187
Yeah, specialties are still going to be in the narrative.

Persuasion helps your intimidate for sure, but your other techniques are still going to be rolling with only a dice or 2, I think. This is kinda funny, at least to me, but your social drawbacks don't apply to Deception. In theory, you could Act your way through encounters instead if being your true (terrifying) self. It could backfire if your opponent is rolling with some exceptionally high Awareness, but in most cases it could work.

One more ability that doesn't get talked about much is Will. Just to be fair, I'll tell you now that you will need to roll Will tests for pain management if you're looking to push yourself over the next few months.

Obviously a lot of the other abilities are good too. Just thought those two were probably the only ones that could've used more explanation at this point.

>>3865277
>Are we ever getting our sister in laws stats?
Yup, thanks for the reminder. It'll be up by tomorrow night.

>>3865311
Like half of the total sparrowhawks?

What can the badgers do in terms of fighting?

>>3865344
terrible...they are a support group. Likely just as good as a peasant levy.. not worth considering we are in the capital. We were attacked in a bad neighborhood carrying life-changing gold for each and every person attacking. Now we are some crippled noble in our townhouse with nothing else to offer. And a lot of elite security

We also have ALL of our sparrow hawks here with us. Remember we are only 20 men now. Personal guard and all.

>>3865348
>cripple
Why is everyone freaking out at this. Boggs says we can heal. Probably more dependent on dice rolls or something. We get some proper care and a maester or two.

Also isn't the sparrowhawks a full unit and we took some to form an elite unit afterwards?

>>3865348
This is accurate. The main thing separating them from a peasant levy in terms of fighting is their better discipline.

>>3865353
No, that would've costed you quite a bit of power that you simply don't have. They are mechanically the same unit, but are 20 men from a fluff perspective. Makes it a ton easier to handle from a dice rolling perspective and helps my logistical autism in explaining how you're housing them, etc.

>>3865353
They are an elite unit of power guards.
I am simply saying he is crippled in some way. I don't believe it's the end of the world at all. And I was simply pointing out that we've plenty of men we should need more. And they are likely to use back home.

What I would like a confirmation of is if we could find a healer maester would that help with the long term negatives from this injury Boggs? Say we employ a Measter who is well versed with injuries and treatment will it reduce the will tests on pain? Giving him a smaller reduction in mobility with the right care? Or would we simply be better off getting a Maester in something else we care about and having Ciara will be just fine?

>>3865357
Also Boggs I wanted to address this. At least for personal fights could we do that aside from everything else going on. As bonus die was not used. And I doubt they would have changed much. But just for the future for Cormaic's rolls.

>>3865358
You are status 4 now, which is the requirement for a maester outside of wealth, so you can get one. You are currently 7 wealth short, but there are things you can do about that (such as requesting an audience for compensation).

If/when you all decide to fully purchase a maester (they don't serve houses on a part-time basis), I will offer up a list of specialties such as healing, economics, sailing, warfare, history, magic, architecture, heraldry/houses. The leading 3 will be your maester's specialties. Seems like healing would be a leading contender, but you'll still have 2 others to go along with it.

Yeah, I don't have a problem with separating the dice rolls more for future fights, especially for personal combat. I was trying to speed up the rolls, but it was getting a little messy. I actually ended up making a couple of errors in your favor, but they wouldn't have affected the final outcome. If anyone was wondering, your 1 bonus dice with your stiletto wasn't applied because 1 bonus dice is negated as part of the training requirement to wield it.

>>3865378
I would love to requester a maester as our compensation desu, it'd be a good argument to say "hey i was injured in your city all i want is a way to recover"

>>3865382
Kind of a stretch to be honest. I think if that is how we phrased it that way we'd likely just have Pycelle looking after us until we left the Red Keep. I think going after coin would be the smarter move. I don't know how much compensation we're entitled to here we also have a dowry to pay very, very soon.

>>3865378
Economics and Espionage?

>>3865385
Weve already had it deducted. It was 7.5
Weve 3 left over.
>>3865382
I think coin would be fine.
Healing,sailing and economics would be fine.

>>3865385
>>3865395
I mean we did almost die and our sister is getting married in a big-deal way, but i could also see it being a bit ambitious.
Depends who is hearing our petition I guess? I bet robert would know the worth of a maester for healing and empathize with a warrior wanting to get back on his feet ASAP

The discussion is great, and I would love for it to continue, but I'd also like to get some consensus by tomorrow on the ability that will be raised. Please reply to this post with your vote for which you'd like raised. I explained Deception and Will a little more above since they are kinda vague. If anyone needs clarity on something else, then feel free to ask. If not, here are your options. Please choose only 1.

Raise current rank 5 to rank 6:
>Awareness
>Marksmanship
Raise current rank 4 to rank 5:
>Cunning
>Stealth
Raise current rank 3 to rank 4:
>Agility
>Athletics
>Deception
>Fighting
>Survival
>Warfare
>Will

>>3865406
What does Survival do again?

>>3865409
Hunting, foraging for food, and tracking footprints.

>>3865406
>>Will
I'll vote will. I think we're definitely gonna need it and it makes sense in the narrative

>>3865411
Can you put the details of abilities in the character sheet docs so we can always reference it instead of always asking or having to dig through previous threads?

>>3865406
>>Will

>>3865436
I put the rulebook on the drive. Pages 53-70 have everything on abilities from a brief summary to detailed breakdowns with examples. Obviously I adapt some things to fit this different quest medium, but the book should serve for the most part.

>>3865406
>Will
Getting back on our feet will be a bitch, this will help very much.

>>3865406
>Will

Can we sacrifice raising our ability in exchange for a full recovery?

>>3865378
>specialties
What would be level of those specialties?

>>3865463
Sounds boring

>>3865406
>Deception
or
>Will

whichever needs a deciding vote

>>3865446
>>3865417
Won't athletics help too?

>>3865484
I imagine it could, but i quite like the idea of his brush with death hardening his will while still having consequences for cormaic

>>3865494
Not a bad argument character wise imo.

>>3865406
>Athletics

>>3865484
I have no issues with getting athletics, I think we should get that next. Will makes more sense though, in character

>>3865524
I figure we can develop character after we safely heal. Sooner we heal the better off we are to develop our MC.

>>3865406
Persuasion
It really should have been on the list..

>>3865532
Gah, sorry. Figures I would miss one on that rank 3 list.

>>3865466
Effectively rank 5, so pretty good.

>>3865463
No, and athletics has nothing to do with recovering. Already answered that here >>3865091

>>3865406
>>3865512
>>3865609
Changing to
>Will

>>3865609
>Effectively rank 5, so pretty good.
Doesn't our sister got like rank 6 or 7 with bonuses from traits?
Could we buy her some stuff to improve her healing rolls?

>>3865635
Ciara is Healing rank 4 base, but miracle worker is the mark of a true prodigy (and won't just be handed out to a maester). She's probably hovering between rank 5 and 6 with it mechanically. It's easily what she's best at. Kinda tragic that she wasn't born a man. She would be famous by now. And yeah, you can buy her some books, lol. The one thing holding her back in the swamp. She can add the number of bonus dice she gets in education to her test results, but she currently has none.

This doesn't mean a maester wouldn't serve you just as well for your purposes. Sometimes healing from wounds just takes time regardless of who is treating you.

>>3865664
Well knowing that I think we may be better off just getting her a bunch of books on healing and injuries like ours.

If we are getting a Measter
Economic, Sailing & architecture/or heraldry/houses(This shit is important some times.The kids should learn it along with at least our wife)

>>3865406
>Persuasion

>>3865406
>Persuasion or Deception
Will is a very niche stat

>>3866140
Man I am all for persuasion.
But Will is very niche but very important if all of a sudden we are negotiating and blackout/and or start screaming in pain at the negotiating table due to pain from the injury.. In theory, the pain could happen many times a day or only with specific activities. We just don't know yet.
Not saying I support it right now. But I can see why it is quite important moving forward.
This may become a thing that associated with our new found faith we could have the fire god help us get over with.

>>3865406
>>Will
It makes sense right now. Not a fan of the rollplaying

>>3865792
>heraldry/houses
Handy to learn stuff about Blackfyres and whatnot.

>>3866148
>if all of a sudden we are negotiating and blackout/and or start screaming in pain at the negotiating table due to pain from the injury
That doesn't seem particularly likely. Boggs said it might be an issue if we push ourselves but I imagine that'd be more to do with physical activity - to suddenly blackout or drop into a screaming foetal mess just because we've spent too long at the negotiating table is pretty unrealistic.

>>3866167
>Will makes sense right now. Not a fan of the rollplaying
Given the time we've spent plotting and scheming recently Deception or Persuasion is at least as in-character as Will

Will takes it!

I'm sure there will be another opportunity to rank up an ability in the coming months.

The day turns out to be far from restful. You woke a few hours after Ciara took her leave of you with your leg feeling as if it were on fire and your chest itching fiercely. The painkillers were wearing off and Ciara’s assessment of pain was an understatement at best. Perhaps worse than that was your chest. The itching was getting worse, so you lifted your undershirt to find yourself covered with leeches. Fat wriggling things fit to burst if they gorged themselves any longer upon your blood. You angrily questioned Ciara about them the next day when she returned, but they were a surprise to her as well.

“I had wondered why your color wasn’t returning. This is the maesters’ work, the old fools. They think everything can be solved with bloodletting, as if that weren’t exactly what we were trying to prevent,” she says with disgust. “…don’t tell them I said that, I’m trying to gain access to some of their medical texts, but they are wary of my sex.”

“What can you do about this leg? This plaster reeks,” you complain.

“A small price to pay for healing, brother. Still, I suppose it would be unseemly for you to go about the city with it. We can’t have you looking weak. Hmm.” She paces the room in thought for some time before her face lights up. “I will speak to a blacksmith! We could make you a metal brace and attach it to a boot. That way your leg won’t shift too much and you will still look the part of a warrior. Your knee will still need to be carefully wrapped as it is the most damaged, but that could be hidden beneath your clothing.”

She leaves in a hurry and comes back with one after a short time. A smith on retainer for the Red Keep. His work is free of charge, the King had already declared your care to be at the Crown’s expense and Ciara apparently insisted this was part of it. You still see the man receives some coin for his time, this is too important to risk shoddy craftsmanship. He and Ciara discuss the measurements and design for a time before he leaves to get to work.

“Ciara, what of Atia?” Your wife still hasn’t come to see you.

“She’s overjoyed that you’re awake, Cormaic, but I don’t think she is going to see you here,” she says hesitantly. “She’s been… different lately. Less trusting. Aodhan says she thinks your men failed you and doesn’t trust them to protect her even on such a short journey. That she won’t risk your heir over her own wants.”

You frown. You don’t want to think the worst, especially after the well-meaning but bad council on your sister, but it at least sounds like your wife is acting erratically. “My men saved my life.”

“She doesn’t see it that way. She thinks you should have never been injured in the first place,” Ciara says with a shrug.

“Well that’s just not realistic. Men fall in battle. That’s reality. She just doesn’t understand war,” you say.

>>3867075
“Of course she doesn’t, Cormaic,” she was with exasperation. “I’m little better myself, I suppose. She’s nine and ten now, still bearing her first child. That’s rather old for one of her beauty and speaks of how much she must have been sheltered all her life. And she is deeply in love with you to boot. I only hope to feel the way she does one day. You can’t expect her to just shrug it off when you lay dying the day before her nameday after what should’ve been no different than a trip to the market.”

“I thought you were smitten with the Anders lad.”

“Yes, smitten. I desire him and care for him, but I’m not fool enough to go around speaking of love when we’ve shared little more kissing. Mother raised me better than that,” she says with hands on her hips. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m just wondering when you stopped being the annoying little girl I was so accustomed to and became this fierce woman. Like Mother indeed,” you say with a smirk.

She blushes and glares simultaneously, unsure how to take your words. “Just a moment, she did give me something for you.” She leaves the room again. Just a moment? Where would you go?

She returns with a long package wrapped in linens. You notice it’s bound by the same red silk ribbon Atia tied around your arms. “A sword?” You unwrap it and find something more useful. A blackened iron walking cane. Capped with wood to muffle the sound of it on stone and wrapped in intricate scrollwork, but your eyes are drawn to the pommel of it; a woman carved from white quartz in Atia’s likeness, wrapped in a black dragon of onyx. Subtle…

“It was meant to be your nameday gift, but you didn’t wake in time. I didn’t get to see it. That’s beautiful! The dragon though, really? Hmm. At least it isn’t a red dragon. That would be a bit on the nose,” Ciara says.

No, you think. It is very much on the nose. “My nameday?” you ask instead.

“It was three days ago now, I’m sorry I couldn’t wake you sooner,” she says guiltily. You shrug it off and she says her goodbyes soon after, promising to check in on you.

>Can I get 4d6 for Will to see how well you do with tapering off the Milk of the Poppy these next few days?

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

>>3867079

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

>>3867079

Rolled 1, 6, 3, 3 = 13 (4d6)

>>3867079
This is it for me. Gonna be gone for the next week.

>>3867079

>>3867095
Probably passed with this one, good job anon

>>3867095
>>3867096
>>3867097 Good luck with things, anon!

>Rolled 18 vs DC 15
>1 Degree of Success

Writing!

The hangover feeling you can deal with. This is worse, but you’ve been there before. The pain, surprisingly, you can also grit your teeth through. The worst of it is the sleep. This level of background discomfort doesn’t lend itself well to continuous sleep, nor does your body’s general state of restlessness. You’ve never been bedridden for even half this long and have to resist the urge to try to stand.

Aodhan checks in on you and even provides you with a rough description of some of your visitors. Your men are common born and illiterate, so they weren’t exactly keeping detailed logs, but you’re able to gather that the Hand has been by a couple of times, likely on behalf of the King. You doubt he’s a fan of yours. The Queen and Lord Andros Brax paid their respects too. The last name of note and one readily recognized by your men was Ser Dustin Brune, the Knight of Brownhollow. Their lands border your own and, through some sort of miracle, you actually get along with them most of the time. It helps that Ser Dustin was a friend of your father’s. They were of an age and both were hard bastards focused on martial pursuits. There’s a decent chance he really was by just to pay respects, he was a straightforward man, but it doesn’t matter. He will take word of this back to his cousin, Lord Eustace, and that means Lord Clarence Crabb and Lord Fergus Hardy will also know before long. You’re going to need to deal with them, and soon if you don’t want to appear weak.

On the morning of the third day, the blacksmith comes back with Ciara and they work on fitting the brace to your leg. You’re forced to grit your teeth through it, but you are able to stand with some aid and even take some tentative steps with your new cane. It brings a rare accomplished smile to your face. Before long, some of the servants bring a copper bath into the room at Ciara’s insistence. You protest, but she insists on helping you in anyway, saying it’s nothing she hasn’t seen at this point. The early critical stages of your care left little room for modesty. An awkward thought.

It’s around midday when she rides back with you to the villa in the litter. You don’t like the litter. Well, you do in that it’s actually quite comfortable, but it just feels unmanly. Litters are for noblewomen and those too old or fat to sit a horse. The swaying takes some getting used to and turns your already sensitive stomach. The sea of smallfolk on the city’s main streets parted like fish in the ocean upon seeing your colors. No doubt memories of what happened the last time you were down this street are still fresh in enough of their minds. Around three hundred dead by the hands of your men and yourself, likely much more after the King worked off his wroth. It takes a little over an hour’s time, but you make it back to the villa without incident.

>>3867241
Atia meets you at the gate, escorted by Tyrra who is practically holding her back in her haste. You swear she’s gotten more beautiful since you last saw her. And bigger too. Her bump can be seen with little trouble in her red sundress and you find yourself eying her breasts without even intending to. You swear they’re larger, but maybe it’s just been awhile. She’s beaming at you with tears rolling down her face unbidden. “Welcome home, Cormaic.”

Ciara excuses herself as your wife helps you inside. Atia favors your sister with a smile and a thanks, but you’re still not sure where they stand.

She helps you onto the bed once you reach your chambers. “We need to talk,” you tell her seriously.

“That can wait,” she says desperately. She starts undoing your breeches hurriedly as you lay back on the bed. “At least one thing hasn’t changed,” she says appreciatively as she frees you at last. “Can you…” You nod, though you probably would’ve even if you couldn’t.

She eases herself down onto you fully without even taking off the dress. No smallclothes then. “I needed this,” she sighs. “I’ve felt so empty without you.”

You grunt, even her languid pace nearly sends you over the edge in the first few moments. It has definitely been too long. “I don’t see how that’s possible,” you quip, putting a hand on her belly.

“It’s different,” her breath hitches. “This child must be spirited. I’ve never wanted you more.”

“A boy or a girl?” you ask, content to drag this out as long as you can.

“I would say a girl for all the emotions she’s given me, but I’ve also felt so much purpose, so maybe a boy. Who can say? Although I have been wondering, just how many children do you intend for me to have?” She asks, gazing at you with her lavender eyes.

>Well? How many?

>>3867246
as many as you wish...?

>>3867246
>At least four

>>3867246
Enough to survival all treachery against our family.

a bakers loving, Cormaic's dozen, and Atia's oven!

>>3867246
>As many as you can give me.

>>3867246
>As many as you wish ... perhaps two-score or more

“As many as you wish. As many as you can give me,” you say.

“One and the same,” she says with a pleased smile. You finish within moments, but Atia makes little attempt to dismount from you just yet. “You wanted to talk? This is a nice enough seat for me,” she says slyly.

“I’ve heard you’ve been busy,” you begin.

“Oh? And who told you this little tale? Varys? Aodhan? Your sister?” she eyes you intently.

“I suppose all of them. Varys said you had arrangements to take sail if I didn’t make it. Aodhan said you’d been busy, but he refused to elaborate. I don’t know how you convinced him of all people to keep a secret from me… and Ciara has only said that you’ve been distant,” you recite.

“Hmm. Yes, I have been distant. That bitch of a Queen was plotting to have me killed or something to that effect. Your sister stands to gain from it the most, so I kept her out of my plans as a precaution. She’s been nothing but kind and I’m in her debt for what she did for us in caring for you, but you never kept her in close council, so I wasn’t about to either,” she explains.

“That’s fair, I suppose,” you allow. “Though this business about the Queen. Do you have proof?”

“Only what Varys has told me, but that’s more than enough for my tastes. It makes a sort of sense. I’m a foreign woman with a foreign god, and more beautiful than her, I may add. The alternative is Ciara, who is a charming and proper girl who is set to marry the son of one of her pet bannermen. My Papa would have done the same in her position,” she says. “I admit… that thought did anger me some. Doubly so when one of Papa’s emissaries called upon me to remind me of the terms of our marriage contract. Bloody ships, who cares,” she says angrily.

“Atia… what did you do?” you ask with uncertainty.

“I told him he wouldn’t get a single ship unless he found my brother. The thing is, he knew the entire time where Daegon was. To my surprise, Tyrra told me that much right in front of the man. She assumed I already knew as well. Daegon was a Ko in one of those Dothraki Khalasars. Some sort of lieutenant, I don’t know,” she says with a wave of her hands. “Apparently, I’m the only one that didn’t know. Papa has deceived me and for the last time. So, I told his emissary that Papa must bring my brother at once. Papa did not see sense in my approach. He quarreled with my brother and sent his Sorrowful Man to make his apologies,” she says with heat.

“So, your brother is dead? I’m sorry, Atia,” you would try to hug her if not for the fact that she is still straddling you.

>>3867337
“No.”

“No?”

“Daegon killed this man and sent his head back to Papa. They say he is furious. He wanted to try to sack Pentos, but his Khal would not without seeking out their dosh khaleen. I suppose that means he is journeying far to the east now,” she says sadly. “The emissary only just brought me the news yesterday. He is still here as our guest if you wish to speak with him. Tomorrow though, you need to rest,” she chides.

“Why the urgency to find your brother now?”

“I’ve done my reading, husband. I know who I am and what I am now. I want to stake my claim to what is mine. I want my name and I want whatever Mama left for me in the bank behind the black walls,” she declares.

“Atia… you do understand how dangerous this is, right?” you ask carefully.

“Why should it be dangerous? My family fought against the Targaryens, not for them. If there are any that still hold a grudge, then why can’t you and your men protect me?”

“Who else knows?”

“Aodhan. He swore to continue his duties even if you didn’t wake up, so I made sure he knew what I intended. You always included him in your schemes anyway. Oh, and your other friend, Lord Varys,” she adds.

“Varys?! No,” you say with disbelief.

She puts a finger on your lips. “I didn’t tell him. He came to me and already knew. He said as much when he told me of that business with the Queen. I think he is willing to help.”

“When I spoke to him, he made no mention of knowing,” you say.

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you, Cormaic. We had this conversation a fortnight ago. Either he thought it stupid to discuss such matters in the Red Keep of all places, or he was testing you,” she says with a shrug. “It makes no difference to me. What matters is what you want to do. I won’t go down this path without you. I can’t.”

>Agree to press Atia’s Blackfyre claim. It’s hers by right.
>Don’t, it’s too dangerous.
>Ask more questions of her first. If so, what?

>>3867328
This. I don't think its possible biologly speaking.

>>3867347
The record is 69. No joke.

>>3867346
>Agree to press Atia’s Blackfyre claim. It’s hers by right.
>But before we jump 100% we should talk with Varys
Fuck it. I knew we shuld told Varys about it.

>>3867378
That makes little sense to agree to now.
>>3867346
We shall talk to Varys first and see what he believes to be the best move.
But tell her, before we make a claim we will have our firstborn, raise an infantry unit and be in a position to walk and meet any man on our own two legs.

We may need to do many things, and standing on our own to feet will help Literally. I am sure she can get behind that. We must Have our child, Be in goodBetter health, And have more power than we do currently.

>Agree to have this conversation once we have more facts from Varys. As well as being abler.

I wouldn't mind pressing the claim but we need to handle any retribution that comes are way if we are to do this.