The meeting with your good-father went better than you could’ve expected. No doubt the stiff man still would make for poor drinking company, but he was far less abrasive than last time and the advice he gave was fair if not blunt. Three thousand dragons… three words to keep a smile plastered on your face. Curious that he would start so high if he thought there was good chance at haggling… no matter. As you’ve been reminded often and loudly, weddings are at least supposed to be for the sake of alliances and it’s all for the better that this one is not sullied by winding negotiations over coin as if you were engaged in a duel of quills with a greedy magister.

You may not be a reader but leading a Free Company has given you some reckoning for sums. Three thousand along with another thousand in your coffers… but then eight hundred is going to this wedding. It should be more than enough to revitalize your neglected mines and build the distillery of your dreams with some coin to spare. Lord Lewys’s words of the coin being for his daughter’s comforts ring with some sense as well, doubly so with her condition. It wouldn’t do for her to walk about your halls heavy with child and no more comforts than those present in your sparse halls. Cleo also made passing comments on your castle needing a woman’s touch and, while difficult to admit, she may have had a point.

And speaking of places in greater need of a woman’s touch, you’ve arrived back at the Celtigar manse. All the better, the sun is dipping below the city walls and you’ve hardly eaten today. Your men are of a similar mind, and so you dismiss them for the evening. It’s a shame you don’t have enough mounts for them all. Trudging through the city in all the armor has to be tedious. You find Eddison Celtigar within sitting upon a plush couch with another young man leaning over rather close. They both sit up straight as you enter with the scales of your armor softly rattling and the other man quietly begs his leave. Oddly well dressed and familiar for a servant... but Eddison strikes you as the type for the intrigues that add to this city’s notoriety. An informant, perhaps. But something is…

>>4167442
“Something smells delicious!” you remark by way of greeting.

Eddison clears his throat somewhat awkwardly. “Ah, yes. I believe we are to be served a family favorite tonight. Crab cakes seasoned with the dornish spices my mother so loves. Did your outing prove fortuitous, ser?”

“Aye, it went well enough. No one was killed and it seems my wife comes well enough dowried for my needs. I’d call that a success,” you say cheerfully. “Your mother is about? Your sister too, then?”

“They are,” he confirms. “They returned from Duskendale a week past. My mother may be joining us for supper. My sister… perhaps not. She has been prone to melancholy of late.”

“She was lacking a bit of cheer after I took her away from Dragonstone, but she’d been cheery enough at the feast prior. Is she cross with me?” you ask with a frown.

“Not at all, ser. I think she rather likes you,” he says with some discomfort. “It is only that our family has been somewhat shunned in this city of Stags and Lions. All of her friends have either turned their backs to her or are within their holdfasts about the Blackwater, outside the King’s Peace.”

Well that must be disappointing, if not almost certainly expected. The main branch of House Celtigar is still defending Dragonstone and the outlying islands in the name of House Targaryen. A fact that makes them ill-suited to be welcomed within the new social circles of this city. A pity as well given that she was the one who told you of the crystals that are occasionally pulled up from your mines. You were toying with the idea of approaching the Faith to see what you could wrangle out of them, and it may be she could speak more on the subject.

>See if you can get her to come down for the meal. You’d like to know of the worth of these crystals.
>Don’t bother her. It’s not your place.

>>4167449
>>See if you can get her to come down for the meal. You’d like to know of the worth of these crystals.

>>4167449
>>See if you can get her to come down for the meal. You’d like to know of the worth of these crystals.
Let's see about how much we could expect to get from this. And let's not go in blind.
We should also get an updated inventory of info from Janessa once we can. And before we go about making new additions to our wedding. Considering she has been integral to the planning she could help us with what the faith may have to offer.

>>4167449
>See if you can get her to come down for the meal. You’d like to know of the worth of these crystals.

>>4167449
>>See if you can get her to come down for the meal. You’d like to know of the worth of these crystals.

>>4167466
>>4167476
>>4167490
>>4167499
I'll get to writing!

“Well that won’t do. A lady her age shouldn’t be stuck in a room. I’ll see about getting her to come down. I’d like her advice on some crystals in any case,” you pause. “Ah, where is her room?”

“Next to Lady Janesa’s,” he answers with a slight smile.

“Is it? Might be she’s catching up on lost sleep knowing how Janesa gets,” you quip in passing.

You find the room readily enough. A manse is no castle, and the layout is simple. You knock upon the door and hear a faint call to enter. Lady Constance is seated in a chair in front of a mirror while a girl brushes out her hair. Ah, you recognize this one, you did rescue her from an unfortunate fate during the Sack. Never got her name either, a shame. Both look to you with mouths agape and you can hardly blame them. You must cut an impressive figure in the light of the doorway adorned in your battle attire.

“Lady Constance, it’s been too long!” you greet her.

“Captain Aurion, I thought it was a servant at my door! I-I’m hardly dressed for this,” she stammers. You don’t see the issue. She’s not nude and her shift covers up all the fun bits.

“You’re not? Hmm, I suppose I’m not either. Then do what you must, my lady. Your brother seemed to think you wouldn’t be joining us to eat and I’m not about to have a rare meal with proper spices with only Lady Janesa about to look at. Come join us lest I’m forced to carry you down!” you tease as you step out to change from your armor.

It seems she’s not up for making this too fun for you as she does join you of her own volition along with her mother, the Lady Annara Dayne, though now she keeps averting her gaze when you catch her eye. Janesa does as well, but Vaeron is conspicuously absent.

“Where’s your husband lurking?” you whisper to your seneschal as the others take their seats in the lounge.

She makes an irritated noise. “Your friend is out with the men to the Street of Silk seeking to make me jealous. I know he will do nothing but sulk. He confronted me over my pregnancy… I’m assuming you know by now.”

You nod, so she continues. “It went poorly, so he stormed off.” You sigh but leave it at that. They’ve always had a passionate relationship. Might be that it’s too passionate at times, even by your standards. Can’t be helped. But speaking of passionate…

>>4167614
“Wait. Where is Cleo?” you ask.

“She spoke of wanting to see more of the city and left with that Braavosi on her hip,” Janesa responds dismissively.

“Gods be good… I hope she doesn’t kill anyone. When was this?” you’ll have a headache at this rate.

“Sometime around midday. She should know how to handle herself, let her unwind,” Janesa says. You shake your head before taking a seat and exchanging pleasantries with your hosts.

“Your wedding quickly approaches, does it not, ser?” Lady Annara asks.

“Aye, my lady. The day after next, yeah?” you look to Janesa for confirmation.

“Indeed. The Royal Sept was made available to us for the occasion. It will be a more exclusive affair with the smaller venue, but I believe it sends the right sort of message as to our Captain’s favor,” Janesa replies.

“I see,” Lady Annara has little reason to like the new leadership after the Sack and she’s Dornish besides. “Will the King and this Queen-to-be attend?” she asks politely enough.

“I am… unsure. It seems the politics of the situation are rather complicated. More so than I had anticipated. The King has been in an unpredictable mood of late, so there is no telling what he will decide to do. To make matters worse, there the presence of the Lady Cersei Lannister has been hotly debated. Some believe her presence at this assuredly happy wedding will coax the King into a less combative posture while others wish to avoid any possible scandal that may be caused with the two in the same room prior to their own ceremony,” Janesa wearily explains.

“Seems stupid to me. Let him come if he wishes and let her do the same. Are they not royalty? Who coddles them so?” you ask. You know very little of either of the two.

“Everyone, it seems. King Robert learned of the death of his betrothed fairly recently. The Stark girl. This latest betrothal was only agreed to after the painstaking efforts of the Hand and Lord Estermont working in conjunction with the Lord of Lannister. It is for the good of the Realm, but that hasn’t stopped the King from remaining rather sullen about it,” she says.

“It is unbecoming and unreasonable. Marriages are for more than personal satisfaction,” Eddison says.

“Reasonable men don’t start wars over slights,” Lady Annara points out.

>Defend his actions. You can sympathize with him.
>Don’t stir the pot.

>>4167618
>>Don’t stir the pot.

>>4167618
>>Defend his actions. You can sympathize with him.

>>4167639
Ditto

>>4167618
>>Don’t stir the pot.
We are literally proving her right..

>>4167618
>>Defend his actions. You can sympathize with him.

>>4167618
There is really no need to antagonize our Targ Loyalist hosts over this.
>Don't stir the pot

Tied vote! I'll wait for a tiebreaker.

>>4167618

>Don’t stir the pot.

Writing!

It’s tempting to comment, to point out that you would likely have done much the same had it been Cerelle stolen away so brazenly. But you suppose many wouldn’t see you as a reasonable man either… easier to remain silent here. These people have had their lives and livelihoods upended over this war. A new subject would be better.

“Ah, Lady Constance. I remember you spoke of the crystals from my mines. I expect work to continue by the next moon and would know more of what you think of them,” you ask the quiet Valyrian girl.

“The crystals of Stormgrave, ser?” she purses her lips in thought. “I know they are prized by the Faith. House Sunglass has always maintained a rather close relationship with the Faith. Their glassworks are highly prized for use in septs and the crystals from your own isle have been used to ornament symbols of high office.”

“That’s interesting, but what are they worth?” you ask, blunt but more of what you were looking for.

She hesitates. “Of that I am less certain, ser. I would need to see a sample and there would still be some guesswork involved. Crystals are so tied with the symbolism of the Faith that they are rarely coveted outside the most pious.”

“Those of Stormgrave were all tithed rather than sold. My records on the matter indicate no exchange of coin or assessment of value,” Janesa pipes up.

“Seems I need to gain a measure of their value from the Faith itself,” you conclude. “And with but a day before the wedding…”

“What are you planning?” Janesa asks with golden eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Planning, my dear? Not sure what you’re on about. You’re the one who insisted I come to the city in a timely fashion,” you innocently answer.

She looks like she wants to press the point, but she thinks better of it in front of your hosts. Are you planning anything for tomorrow?

>See if you can meet with the Faith and use the crystals to leverage some sort of surprise favor for the wedding.
>Find Estermont and see if you can settle anything on your plans to put wrongs to right with rival houses.
>You’re not sure of Cerelle’s preferences, but the ambiguous plans of the royals are a little annoying. Maybe there’s something you can do about that whether it be with magical smile or magical rum.

Continuing tomorrow... with tomorrow. Thanks for playing!

>>4167773
>>See if you can meet with the Faith and use the crystals to leverage some sort of surprise favor for the wedding.

>>4167773
>See if you can meet with the Faith and use the crystals to leverage some sort of surprise favor for the wedding.

>>4167773
>>See if you can meet with the Faith and use the crystals to leverage some sort of surprise favor for the wedding.

>>4167773
>See if you can meet with the Faith and use the crystals to leverage some sort of surprise favor for the wedding.

>>4167773
>See if you can meet with the Faith and use the crystals to leverage some sort of surprise favor for the wedding.
Obviously, I am all for opening new markets, and building business. But I don't know if I like the sound of the word "favor" in this context. Would we just give them all of the crystals in perpetuity in exchange for one favor? That sounds like a terrible idea.

>>4167773
Thanks for running! Magical smile? As in Drugs? Spice?

>>4167881
Yeah it's a little vague, a favor in our wedding.. Maybe the priest will smile more? Or is going to be sober?

>>4167773
>See if you can meet with the Faith and use the crystals to leverage some sort of surprise favor for the wedding.

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>>4167449
> crab cakes
that perception score is too damn low

>>4167773
I've expounded on reasons for this at length in previous threads, so I won't do it again here.
> Find Estremont and see if you can settle anything on your plans to put wrongs to right with rival houses

>>4167773
>>Find Estermont and see if you can settle anything on your plans to put wrongs to right with rival houses.

>>4167773
>>See if you can meet with the Faith and use the crystals to leverage some sort of surprise favor for the wedding.

>>4167773
>>See if you can meet with the Faith and use the crystals to leverage some sort of surprise favor for the wedding.

>Posting this early because I want to get to the wedding day by the end of tonight's run

“But, say I was planning something… not that I am. Would it be such a problem?” you ask Janesa.

“It depends on what that ‘something’ is. A wedding such as this requires more precision than you may appreciate,” she chides.

You aim a grape at the dip of her cleavage on impulse and send it soaring with a flick. It bounces off her tit. “Precision,” she repeats.

“Can’t speak on plans I don’t have yet,” you shrug. She looks ready to pounce on the ‘yet’ until you distract. “Who will be attending?”
“Westermen easily make up the majority. Inviting them was easily the most painstaking part and it took great care. We hadn’t the space for all of them and had to choose carefully to avoid slights. Lady Cerelle’s intent was to keep the presence of young bachelors to a minimum as well, an exceedingly difficult task with how many of good birth are camped out around the city,” Janesa answers.

“Why would she care to do that?” Lady Annara asks with confusion. Janesa shoots you a warning look. You’re not sure what you’re missing.

“There are those who are jealous of this union and would prefer to be standing in Captain Aurion’s place, my lady,” she answers smoothly. “Best not have them provoking fights or getting too handsy in the bedding,” she says the last with a pointed look your way. Ah, that’s it? It’d be awkward if they noticed her changing figure.

“The bedding, eh? I’d nearly forgotten that part. This would be when the attending ladies try to pull off my clothes? And this part is free, yes?” you jest.

“Do try not to have too much fun with your lady wife waiting,” Janesa chides.

“Why deny you your deepest fantas---”

“LORD ESTERMONT should also be in attendance along with his son, Andrew,” she talks over you. “Ser Wylis Manderly is also to be present in his lord father’s place. And it seems your… friend of Lys as well. Other than that…” she shrugs.

“None of my neighbors or those banners of the Crownlands?” you ask with a frown. It seems you have few friends.

“Those few who have been welcomed back within the King’s Peace are either too low of standing or bear great grudges against the West,” she says.

A fair point, you think. Even your hosts of Celtigar have no love lost for those who participated so enthusiastically in the Sack. Well, aside from Lady Constance. You look to her briefly as she toys with her food, lost in thought. She lacks the vitriol of her mother and brother. You could invite her if you wish to balance the room a touch. It may be good for the girl, or maybe not?

>Invite her to attend. (Convince test)
>Leave it alone.

>>4168936
>>Invite her to attend. (Convince test)
Almost didn't recognize you there, Boggs

>>4168936
>Leave it alone.

>>4168936
>>Leave it alone.

>>4168412
I couldn't help myself.

>>4168961
I think trips are broken with the april fools coofing joke.

>>4168936
>>Invite her to attend. (Convince test)

>>4168936
>>Leave it alone.

>>4168936
>Invite her to attend. (Convince test)
Reminder that we need to get marriage options to the Celtigars, we can't do that if she stays at home alone

>>4168936
>Invite her to attend. (Convince test)
The new regime won’t be going away, it’s time for their House to forge new friendships with the ruling class.

Plus it’ll be fun - we’ll make sure of that!

>Can I get 3 rolls of 6d6 for Persuasion (Convince)?

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

>>4169386

Rolled 6, 6, 4, 1, 4, 5 = 26 (6d6)

>>4169386

Rolled 4, 6, 2, 6, 3, 6 = 27 (6d6)

>>4169386

Rolled 6, 1, 4, 6, 4, 5 = 26 (6d6)

>>4169386

Rolled 3, 3, 4, 3, 2, 4 = 19 (6d6)

>>4169386
rawling

>>4169393
>>4169400
>>4169401

25 vs a 15 will net you 3 degrees.

oh no... I'm a too late to roll, the anons are infected.. we need to purge the thread

“Hmm, well Lady Constance should at least attend, no?” you propose.

“Me? Would that not be a burden on such notice, ser?” Lady Constance reacts with surprise. Her family makes no attempt to back her here.

“I can do what I want. It’s my wedding and I’ve paid for it. Any road, Lady Cerelle likes you, so I see no issue,” you tell her. In truth, you don’t think she cares overmuch one way or another for her former fellow handmaiden, but there’s no need to crush the girl.

“But I haven’t a dress prepared, I know no one attending, I---” she tries.

“I rescue you and you would leave me to a room full of Westermen with naught but an old turtle lord and the progeny of the fattest man in Westeros for company? It’s passing unfair,” you playfully protest.

She looks to her mother and finds no mercy from the Dornishwoman, so turns upon her brother instead with a pleading look. He looks close to relenting for a moment. Wrapped around her finger, this one… but he rallies. “You should go, sister. It is opportunity to show yourself to the court. Perhaps you will attract a worthy suitor yourself,” he encourages.

“I would be honored, ser,” she relents. “If it is not too much trouble.”

“Not at all, I’m not planning this thing. Is it, Janesa?” you turn on your seneschal. She fixes you with a cool look but agrees all the same. The Celtigar women beg their leave soon after to see to proper attire.

“Thank you, ser. For upholding your end of the bargain,” Eddison says as you part.

>Can I get 4d6 for Awareness (Empathy)?

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

sorry cousin Boggs, I am not getting infected but here is my 6

Rolled 6, 5, 1, 1 = 13 (4d6)

>>4169455

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

>>4169455

Rolled 6, 3, 1, 5 = 15 (4d6)

Big roll coming through.

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>>4169472

>>4169472
Damn infected dice

>>4169472
I'm going to die today, aren't I?

>>4169484
I mean... I don't think I've ever seen it on a 4d6 before. Ever. So, you must at least be building up some good karma.

Incidentally you still passed the DC of 12 here: >>4169461
The test was for Janesa. Writing as soon as I finish my food.

>>4169494
crit failure with a success event should be interesting

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You catch up to Janesa at the top of the stairs. She’s just… off, for lack of a better word. Acting strangely. She fought with Vaeron, sure, but what of it? They’ve fought plenty of times before.

“Are you well?” you call out to her before she has chance to shut the door to her room. She wipes at her eyes and turns to face you with a glare.

“You ask me this? What do you think?” she bites off, her accent even thickened a touch. Now you know something’s wrong. That almost never happens.

“Well… clearly not. Shall we talk?” you ask. She turns and enters the room and leaves the door ajar, so you follow.

“Is this about the wedding plans? I wasn’t trying to vex you, not truly. I’d hope I know better than to intentionally upset a woman with child,” you try.

From the look she gives you, that may have somehow been the very worst thing you could have said. She strides across the room, you think to slap you, but then she pushes you against the wall and places one of your hands upon her stomach. Smooth. Flat. Soft. Not at all like Cerelle’s the night prior. The pained look in her eyes is all the confirmation you need.

“I’m sorry,” you offer.

“Vaeron took it poorly. Blamed me for it. He hasn’t spoken to me since last night and now he’s off wenching with your men,” she says in a tremulous voice.

“He’s been sullen since Aella passed and this as well… he needs time to calm himself,” you make your excuses for him, but it’s hard not to be angry over it. He attracts women with ease and it wouldn't be the first time he's unwinded in your years of knowing him. “When…?”

“Two weeks past,” she answers.

“Why didn’t you pass your duties off to someone else? You needn’t go around pretending to be fine,” you tell her.

“Give up the one thing I could control? Besides, you should have the wedding I never got to have,” she says.

“… thank you,” is all you can manage. But you’re becoming increasingly aware that she still has you up against a wall in her private quarters. She cuts you off before you can come up with something else to say… with a kiss. She pulls back, takes in your surprise, and then does it again with more intensity.

>Pull away. Let’s talk about this.
>See where this goes.
>Leave the room.

>>4169570
>>Pull away. Let’s talk about this.
>You're better than that Janessa.
…. Maybe I could arrange a proper marriage for you and Vaeron?

>>4169570
>Pull away. Let’s talk about this.

>>4169572
+1

Boggs why are you so mean Vaeron

>>4169570
>>Pull away. Let’s talk about this.

>>4169570
shit.. looks like I'm getting the disease

>Pull away. Let’s talk about this.
let her have her way and then pull back,

>>4169570
>Pull away. Let’s talk about this.

Did that critical fail kill an unborn child?

>>4169582
Pulling away and letting her have her way are mutually exclusive, aren't they?

Maybe ask Cerelle if we can have a double wedding I know its really late but the two of the really could use some happiness right now

>>4169588
I mean it sounds like we are pulling away immediately, I say hold on a bit longer so that we don't hurt her feelings

>>4169582
>>4169588
Very much so.

>>4169576
He's not exactly behaving himself either.

>>4169584
Nah, it was going to come up later anyway. The crit fail put you in this current perfect storm of a situation.

those four 1 killed the kid

>>4169570
>>Pull away. Let’s talk about this.
Be gentle about it though. Let her finish kissing us.
>>4169611
It'll haunt me till the end of my days.

Alright, this is a pretty clear vote.

>Can I get 3 rolls of 6d6 for Convince?

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

>>4169632
hopefully, we do well..

Rolled 2, 4, 4, 2, 1, 1 = 14 (6d6)

>>4169632

Rolled 2, 5, 6, 2, 5, 6 = 26 (6d6)

>>4169632

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

>>4169640
god bless you good sir. this would have been a terrible roll to fail.

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

>>4169640
clutch

>>4169637
>>4169638
>>4169640
Whew, that last roll. 24 vs DC 16. 2 Degrees of success.

>>4169572
This is fantastic. We could use the crystals from the mine and seek a wedding for them as a favor

>>4169645
Yeah and my roll is kinda cool aswell 2,5,6,2,5,6

>>4169661
oh shit you are right, neat

You let her finish the kiss, gently guide her back away from the wall, and then pull away. “Let’s talk about this…”

She doesn’t look away as her dress falls to the floor. You’re now acutely aware that she had nothing on beneath.

“Right… right,” you take a deep breath and silently curse the gods for giving you a conscience. “Now see, this is why Vaeron takes a sudden interest in how you dress your daughter.”

She gives you a sultry, defiant look, but you see her lip beginning to quiver as you hold her gaze. She bursts into tears and sinks to the floor, leaving you to rush forward and comfort her. You hold her there for a while and stroke her hair, careful not to touch anything that may take this in the wrong direction.

"Your wife is a lucky woman," she eventually tells you.

“Aye, she is..." no sense in denying it. This is the second beautiful woman you've turned down. If your cock had a say, it would mutiny. "What if we had a proper wedding for you, yeah? Our hard work has paid off and we’ve the coin and favors to spare. We can set things to rights,” you offer.

She lets out a shuddering breath. “I am unsure if I want to… the wenching I can forgive. I have before. But he abandoned me when I needed him most,” she whispers into your shoulder.

“He’s had a rough go of it lately and you know he can be a bloody fool when left to his own devices,” you tell her.

“Those are reasons, not excuses,” she says.

“Aye, but you’ve children to consider as well,” you point out.

“I do. I feel they are all I have left,” she mumbles.

>Try to get her into bed so she can sleep on it. Hopefully they will both be thinking with clearer heads come morning.
>Go out and find Vaeron and deal with this now.
>Something else.

>>4169737
>Try to get her into bed so she can sleep on it. Hopefully they will both be thinking with clearer heads come morning.
>Go out and find Vaeron and deal with this now.

I don't see why we can't get her into bed and also go find Vaeron tonight. We can go hash things out with him and get him to come to his sense tonight so they can cleanly make up in the morning. We really don't have the time to do it tomorrow if we want to get a meeting with the Seven or at least that's what I'm assuming.

>>4169742
+1

Is it too late to find Estermont?

>>4169737
Seconding >>4169742
>Put her to bed and go beat some sense into our brother.
We can still do lewd things like staying with her until she falls asleep and stroking her hair

>>4169742
>>4169749
>>4169759
Writing!

>>4169754
Until the wedding, yeah. You'll be able to talk to him then if you so choose.

>>4169742
+1

“Something to think on in the morning with clearer mind. For now, you need to rest. Up you go,” you gently help her to her feet and get her into the bed, taking a moment to toss her the discarded dress.

“Before you make me do something we both may regret,” you tell her.

“You will stay?” she hesitantly asks.

“Aye, to protect your honor so to speak. Can’t having you running down the hall in all your nude glory and seducing Eddison next,” you say.

She actually laughs. “A sight to behold, to be sure. He prefers the company of men,” she informs you.

You start to laugh, then stop. “Wait… no?”

“He does. I’m sure of it,” she confirms.

“He’s asked me for help in sorting out a proper match to wed,” you say in disbelief.

“Truly? He must love women after all. Why else would he want to wed?” she says with some of her familiar sarcasm. A good sign.

“Is it wrong that my first thought is to consider how to goad Cleo into attempting to woo him?” you ask.

“That seems… devious and a touch cruel. I approve,” she says with a yawn.

You sit by the side of her bed and keep her company for a time as she slowly drifts off. You let go of her hand as her breathing changes to a steady rhythm and make for the door with thoughts turning back towards anger. You leave the manse and find Hoster Rivers, a Riverlands bastard of the First with some wits about him. Apparently just enough wits to have his hands deep in the skirts of one of the serving girls. “Captain,” he acknowledges you with an easy smile despite the interruption. “In a cock blocking mood tonight?”

“You don’t know the half of it,” you tell him without your characteristic warmth. “Now you are too. Some of the lads went to the Street of Silk, yeah? Help me find them and I’ll find you a proper bed for that girl later.”

“Good enough for me, Captain. Might be you’re too late for whatever you’re up to what with how they left hours ago now,” he shrugs. “Torth and the boys who’d been around here longer were going on about a place. Just a matter of tracking it down.”

>Can I get 3 rolls of 4d6 for Awareness (Notice)? DC 12 with something extra at 2 degrees.

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

>>4169867

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

>>4169867

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

>>4169867

Awareness was a good investment.

“What’re we looking for?” you ask him.

“Sign with two snakes. One white, one black,” he responds cautiously. He’s normally a cheery, talkative sort, but your mood is obvious. “They do something wrong?”

“Only one of them,” you respond while looking about the street. At this late hour, some of the festivities have already spilled out into the streets and most establishments have at least one armed man out front.

“There,” you point out the sign in question. The snakes are intertwined on the crude wooden plank hanging over the entranceway.

You both swagger in with hands on hilts and none see fit to bar your way. There’s an open lounge with men lazing about and working women in their laps. “Just my fucking luck,” you mutter as you survey the room more closely. Some of these lads are Westermen by the look of them.

“Captain!” one of your men calls out to you, drunk by any measure. “Come to join on the fun?”

A few heads turn your way, a couple more of your men and several of the Westerman look up in passing curiosity.

“To Captain Aurion, the greatest fucker to cross the Narrow Sea!” another man sloppily toasts you. And now those curious looks are turning darker.

You turn to Rivers. “Get upstairs and get Ser Vaeron.”

“He’s like to be knee deep in---” he starts.

“I don’t care if it’s at sword point. Now,” you order. He pales, whether at your tone or the prospect of dueling Vaeron in a brothel, you don’t know. He sets off up the stairs in a rush all the same.

“Oy!” fuck.

“You the one what’s been causing all the troubles for ours young lordling?” a burly bald man staggers to his feet.

“Not sure what you’re on about,” you tell him.

“You taking a piss on me? Think I’m stupid?” he has the audacity to jab your chest with the tips of his fingers.

>Let’s all relax. We’re friends here. (Charm)
>You’ll be losing that hand next time you do that. (Intimidate)
>I think you’ve got the wrong man. (Deception)

>>4169932
>Let’s all relax. We’re friends here. (Charm)
Drunk men, pride and swords are a dangerous mix

>>4169932
>>You’ll be losing that hand next time you do that. (Intimidate)
Fuck him. Use our Valayian blood for once. We don't intimidate enough people. Some fuck think he can step to us we're better putting some wester nobody in his place.

>>4169932
>Let’s all relax. We’re friends here. (Charm)

>>4169932
>You’ll be losing that hand next time you do that. (Intimidate)

>>4169932
>>You’ll be losing that hand next time you do that. (Intimidate)
Fuck it, we didn't promise Cerelle anything about brothel brawling.

>>4169950
+1
This guy thinks we're someone he can just push around. I'd rather we show some people we aren't to be messed with.

>>4169932
>>You’ll be losing that hand next time you do that. (Intimidate)

Can I get 3 rolls of 5d6+2?

Rolled 2, 4, 1, 6, 6 + 2 = 21 (5d6 + 2)

>>4169984

Rolled 5, 4, 4, 1, 4 + 2 = 20 (5d6 + 2)

>>4169984

>>4169984

Rolled 1, 4, 2, 2, 5 + 2 = 16 (5d6 + 2)

>>4169984

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

>>4169984

>>4169987
21 is a little underwhelming but solid. I should have rolled on time to get us a 15!
Quite possibly still 2 or possibly 3 degrees depending on the guy.

“You’ll be losing that hand next time you do that,” you promise him. Your men are all on their feet. A good eight of them down here with a few more for the Westermen.

The big man looks you over with glassy eyes and whatever he sees seems to sober him a touch. “Leave off it, Boris. Don’t need to be causing any trouble,” one of his fellows nervously calls out to him.

“Done with you anyways,” he says with one final poke before taking a step back. The room goes silent and your anger flares.

>Let it go.
>You’re a man of your word. You’ll be taking that hand now.
>You’re beyond tired of all these veiled threats encircling you as if you’ve no teeth. Take his head and let it serve as a warning.

>>4170026
>>You’re a man of your word. You’ll be taking that hand now.
what was the DC?

>>4170026
Let's not go too far,
>break the arm

>>4170031
Varied for the room. 18 for the guy in front of you, 12 for some of the more sober. 1 degree gets him backing off, but begrudgingly enough to still give slight.

>>4170026
>Let it go.

>>4170034
This or if we can pin his hand to a table

>>4170045
>>4170034
I am fine with this.
Stab his hand through or take his thumb or something. And Intimidate the fuckers again.

>>4170026
>You’re a man of your word. You’ll be taking that hand now.
Aurion collects his debts

>>4170045
Sounds good
Smash it atleast.

I definitely don't mind going with a write in as long as we're clear, you're describing an athletics test over a fighting test.

>>4170026
>You’re a man of your word. You’ll be taking that hand now.

>>4170053
meh, I am fine with the first choice which is to take the hand. Be a man of our word. I was more compromising if people didn't want to commit.
>>4170048
>>4170031
I would also think I like our odds for a 4d1B instead of 3d. If we are going mechanically.

We got 3+1b for Athletics and they're drunk I don't know if that would lower the DC at all. I don't want to maim too badly him because we would probably have to pay his lord or something like that

>>4170074
Nah we won't pay a damn thing. He provoked us. We warned him, and he literally poked the bear.
You think if we before we became landed knight poked some Westeros son of a lord would get off scot-free?Not that we are a lord's son
We got 2 degrees of intimidation on his sober friends. I am guessing this + another intimidation would settle things.

Alright, it's getting late here and we are currently tied. I'll leave this open overnight and wrap it up tomorrow during the day if I can.

>>4170026
>Let it go.

>>4170026
>You’re a man of your word. You’ll be taking that hand now.

>>4170026
> You’re a man of your word. You’ll be taking that hand now.
if nothing else, the commotion should bring Vaeron downstairs posthaste

>>4170026
>>You’re a man of your word. You’ll be taking that hand now.

>>4170026
>You’re a man of your word. You’ll be taking that hand now.
You don’t become a good mercenary by breaking contracts

>>4170026
What's this cuckery with breaking or piercing arms?

>You’re a man of your word. You’ll be taking that hand now.

>Can I get 3 rolls of 5d6+2 for Fighting? DC is 15.

I'll have an update up this afternoon.

Rolled 6, 1, 5, 4, 3 + 2 = 21 (5d6 + 2)

>>4170486

Rolled 6, 1, 2, 4, 2 + 2 = 17 (5d6 + 2)

>>4170486

Rolled 3, 5, 2, 4, 4 + 2 = 20 (5d6 + 2)

>>4170486

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

>>4170486

Damn.. his hand? Anons should've just let it go lol We are looking for Vaeron

>>4170650
talk shit, get hit

>>4170650
Dont know who his Lord is, but this will show were no pushover without inviting real reprisal hopefully. Also, he really shouldn't have disrespected us infront of our men, he'll be lucky we dont make him eat it.

Hey Boggs, maybe you've answered this before but was there ever any chance of Smith Argus surviving if say we'd come straight back or was that always the outcome?

>>4170811
The nun said he died before we barely got back to Westeros

>>4170811
He would've been dead either way, but the island itself would've likely been in better shape. The big trade off with not immediately returning is that you wiped the floor with the raiders with your upgraded military. It could've gone far worse had you shown up with a single unit of infantry. At the least, it would've lead to a longer campaign.

I didn't forget about the post, just catching up on some other work at the moment that's taking longer than expected.

>Rolled 20 vs DC 15. Success, 2 degrees.

Your sword practically leaps from its scabbard into your hands and flashes across the man’s wrist in a blur. Hand parts from arm and the man, this Boris, looks down with face turning milk white from shock as his blood flow catches up with the new terminus of the appendage.

“Let none say I’m not a man of my word,” you declare with raised voice as the fool falls to his knees yelling incoherently. You look about the room and see fear.

Vaeron and Hoster reappear on the stairs and you turn your glare upon your champion. No words need to be spoken, not here, so you turn and leave. The rest of your men fall in behind you, leaving the Westermen to clean up the mess. The walk back passes in relative silence. No doubt your men are making their own guesses on your sudden change in demeanor, but there’s no reason to involve them in the troubles between your closest friends.

“Aurion, what---” Vaeron starts as the men head back to the barracks. You round on him.

>Chew him out, impress upon him exactly how much of a mess he’s made.
>Try to keep the conversation civil.
>Say nothing on it at all, let him stew. You’ve dragged him back and that’s enough for now.

Subvote:
>Tell him about what happened in the room.
>Don’t.

Updating again later tonight. I don't have time for a full run, but I'll still have a post or 2 up.

>>4171284
>Chew him out, impress upon him exactly how much of a mess he’s made.
>Don’t.

>>4171284
>>Say nothing on it at all, let him stew. You’ve dragged him back and that’s enough for now.
>Don't

>>4171284
Let him stew
Don't

Janessa can tell him if she wants

>>4171284
>Chew him out, impress upon him exactly how much of a mess he’s made.
>Don’t.

I do wonder how good the sex would be if we let Janesa have her way.

shit.. we are gonna end up chewing him out aren't we? well.. let's hope he doesn't fucks up the face too much.
Also poor barkeep lol

>>4171284
>Chew him out, impress upon him exactly how much of a mess he’s made.
>Don’t.

>>4171333
probably amazing BUT she was probably going to start crying by the end

>>4171284
>Chew him out, impress upon him exactly how much of a mess he’s made.
>Don’t.

>>4171284
>Chew him out, impress upon him exactly how much of a mess he’s made.

>Don’t

>>4171284
>>Chew him out, impress upon him exactly how much of a mess he’s made.
>Don’t.
He is also likely a bit tipsy. And it won't help the situation. Once they had a chance to talk, we sit them both down. Possibly before or after the meeting with the faith. Preferabbly after

>>4171580
What do you guys think about making the favor to increase whoever is marrying us or something while also making the 2nd wedding right after ours it being the all of our men?
I honestly have no idea what favor we could be calling in from the faith or how much they can pay or w.e

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“Tell me this is all some sort of elaborate jest between you two to trip me up before the wedding. Tell me there was a deeper purpose to this stupidity,” you demand.

He exhales and shakes his head. “You don’t understand. You can’t.”

“Aella died because of me, if that’s what this is about. I thought you better than to take it out on your wife,” your voice drips with contempt.

“She lost my child. You don’t know,” he angrily starts.

“What it is to lose a child?” you ask with a dangerous edge. He’s clearly been in his cups, but you see the realization hit him.

“Janesa lost it too. She suffered it alone and the first thing you do when she confides in you is toss her aside? Had you not thought for a moment that this was why she didn’t speak of it earlier? That this was her worst fear realized you stupid oaf? Answer me.”

“She--- she doesn’t care the same,” he answers.

“She what? What are you on about?” you’re completely baffled at the response.

“She barely acknowledged my sister before her death. Saw her as a lesser. It’s true, don’t deny it. And she treats our children like pawns on a board. Those not of high birth are nothing to her,” he blurts out.

It’s enough to take you aback even in your own anger. There’s a grain of truth in everything he just said, but it’s all exaggerated, distorted. “Then why does she love you?” you ask the obvious. He has nothing to say.

“You’ve fucked this up. More than you seem to appreciate and for half reasons,” you conclude. “You’ll be lucky if she has you back at all. Sober up and be ready with the light if you haven’t forgotten all of your duties. I’ve business with the Faith,” you order and leave him standing dumbfounded in the yard. A few hours’ sleep can still be salvaged from this mess of a night, though the sight of your empty bed brings another flare of irritation.

You wake and dress like the noble you’ve become with sword belted to hip. Vaeron has apparently managed to rouse himself and waits below in his armor. “The horses are saddled,” he says by way of greeting. You nod and make your way down the meandering streets towards the looming monstrosity you’re told is the Sept of Baelor.

>Can I get 3 rolls of 5d6+2 for Status?

Rolled 2, 4, 6, 2, 1 + 2 = 17 (5d6 + 2)

>>4171958

Rolled 4, 5, 6, 3, 5 = 23 (5d6)

>>4171958
well fuck

Rolled 4, 4, 6, 3, 4 + 2 = 23 (5d6 + 2)

>>4171958
pls no quint 1s

Rolled 5, 4, 4, 2, 4 + 2 = 21 (5d6 + 2)

>>4171958

>>4171969
25 fucking solid.
>>4171958
what was the dc?

>Rolled 25 vs DC 15. 3 Degrees of Success.

You tie up the horses and begin the climb up to the daunting sept of septs. A few men wearing brown roughspun with hair shaved down to their scalps are scrubbing and sweeping the steps near the summit. While diligent, your presence does attract a few wandering eyes. You single one such pair out. “Hail, brother. Who speaks for your order here?”

The humbly dressed man slowly gets to his feet. “His Holiness the High Septon, the Father of the Faithful, is the voice of the gods on this mortal plane,” he answers reverently.

“Might you point me to his whereabouts?” you inquire.

“I am afraid I would be little help to you, ser, as the Roseroad is a vast path. His Holiness makes his procession in return from the Starry Sept of Oldtown at this very moment. He is to personally see to the sanctity of the Royal Union,” he says.

“I thought this was the seat of the Faith, is it not?” you ask with a frown.

He briefly hesitates before responding. “You have the right of it, ser. The High Septon in his wisdom thought it best not to stain himself by remaining in a city soon to be a center of violence and so relocated to his historical seat.”

Thought it best not to stain his smallclothes more like. That’s the fanciest way you’ve heard one describe fleeing… “Ah. Then who else might I speak with in his stead? Surely at least one of high standing is present?”

“There are those of the Most Devout that still remain within these most holy walls. I mean no offense, ser, but could I inquire as to who calls upon our order?” he asks.

“Ser Aurion Shryke, ruler of Stormgrave. I come to discuss the crystals of my mines,” you tell him. His eyes widen a touch at the word ‘crystals’ as a more worldly man would over gold or silver.

He clears his throat. “Ah. If you would be so good as to follow me, ser.” He leads you within the massive sept. Word is, the Royal Wedding is to take place within, and for good reason. It could easily host hundreds of lordly onlookers. You’re told the Royal Sept is kept more out of convenience to the family that sits the Iron Throne, more a chapel in truth, but enough for your purposes. He begs your leave and disappears within a side chamber cleverly carved into the walls encasing the halls of worship.

>>4172087
You’re left standing about in silence for longer than you care for before the holy brother reappears along with a proper septon by his attire. “Ser Shryke, we are blessed by your fortuitous arrival. I am Septon Domerick. Come with me if you please,” the skinny, elderly man introduces.

You’re led through a white marble passageway adorned with candles held aloft by real gold ornamentation into an even more well-adorned chamber. The smell of incense wafts through the entranceway and you see a chandelier of crystal hanging from the vaulted ceiling. You take a seat in a comfortable chair as Septon Domerick does the same on the opposite side of a polished red wood desk.

“I am told you came to discuss the crystals of Stormgrave that were historically tithed to the Faith,” he begins with steepled fingers.

“Aye, septon. I have only recently rid the mines of heathen raiders from the Stepstones and expect operations to resume soon,” you say.

“Hmm. A shame such a thing came to pass. Tell me, ser. Does House Shryke now rule all of Stormgrave?” he asks.

“I do. The lands were titled to me after House Sunglass fell from grace,” you confirm.

“We were most distressed that the Stranger saw fit to strike down godly men like those of House Sunglass. Did you know the latest Ser Sunglass did have the honor of holding the title of Guardian of the Faith…? But perhaps the Father has shined upon us once again by delivering you to us. Tell me, Ser Aurion. Are you a man of the True Gods?” he asks.

Are you?

>Yes. The pious influence of your old overlords and your time spent playing around the sept in your youth rubbed off on you.
>No. There are those amongst your people who worshipped the Storm Gods of old and you count yourself amongst them. Practical deities for seabound folk.
>No. You’ve dabbled in the gods of various peoples, but never truly committed to any one set of beliefs.
>Something else.

I’m assuming you’ll just go ahead with a Deception roll if a “No” vote ends up winning. Picking up tomorrow with the results. I didn't mean to do this, but this update was 777 words if you discount the green text I added in at the top and this spoiler text here.

>>4172095
>Yes. The pious influence of your old overlords and your time spent playing around the sept in your youth rubbed off on you.

I think it'd be nice to play a semi-pious main character for once.

>>4172095
>No. There are those amongst your people who worshipped the Storm Gods of old and you count yourself amongst them. Practical deities for seabound folk.

>>4172095
>>No. There are those amongst your people who worshipped the Storm Gods of old and you count yourself amongst them. Practical deities for seabound folk.
>>4172112
I also think this is more about what we as Aurion believe. And not just spouting out into the world. Meaning this is a real character development option. So choosing one for short term gains might not be the best option. Even if we lose the deception roll I would be fine with that.
They still want what we have. We will lie through our teeth and get the most we can from these 7 colored faithful fucks.

>>4172112
+1

>>4172095
>No. You’ve dabbled in the gods of various peoples, but never truly committed to any one set of beliefs.
A little bit of this, a little bit of that...

>>4172095
>>No. There are those amongst your people who worshipped the Storm Gods of old and you count yourself amongst them. Practical deities for seabound folk.

>>4172095
>Something else.
>Yes and no. We believe in the same god, but the true god must have more than seven faces.

>>4172225
Dig this, get all theological on this guy.

>>4172095
>>No. You’ve dabbled in the gods of various peoples, but never truly committed to any one set of beliefs.
i'll back anon here>>4172225
if it can be combined, just to fuck with the fate

>No. There are those amongst your people who worshipped the Storm Gods of old and you count yourself amongst them. Practical deities for seabound folk.

I just want to see where the drowned god leads

>>4172095
>No. You’ve dabbled in the gods of various peoples, but never truly committed to any one set of beliefs.

>>4172095
>No. There are those amongst your people who worshipped the Storm Gods of old and you count yourself amongst them. Practical deities for seabound folk.
Definitely the most intriguing of the options I think

>>4172095
>>No. You’ve dabbled in the gods of various peoples, but never truly committed to any one set of beliefs.

>>4172095

Changing my vote from this >>4172128 to this >>4172225

>>4172225
And this is why I like write-ins. You've given me a few lore ideas. Ok. I'm going to use the write-in with the caveat that the other faces Aurion considers are the Storm Gods, which would be his preference out of the aspects.

You could get away with not having to be deceptive with this take as organized religions of this scale are known to be prudent enough to adapt to minor alterations from local beliefs. Up to you.

>Persuasion
>Deception

>>4172659
>Persuasion

>>4172659
>Persuasion

>>4172659
Persuasion

>>4172659
>>Persuasion
because duh

Let's see where this falls. I see it more as a Charm towards the appeal of his take rather than the Convince of a deep theological debate given we are talking about a character that can't even read.

>Can I get 3 rolls of 7d6 for Charm? DC is 21. 2 Degrees would be a bigger help.

Rolled 2, 3, 1, 6, 1, 3, 2 = 18 (7d6)

>>4172702

Rolled 4, 5, 3, 3, 6, 2, 5 = 28 (7d6)

>>4172702

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

>>4172702

>>4172714
2 degrees. Fucking nice. Are we just convincing him we are "theistic" like himself just different?
I guess that would help our bargaining?
I'm still curious what we may get out of this.

>>4172714
the reformation begins

>>4172740
>>4172745
It's almost redemption for the quad 1s. More atonement must be made.

I'm writing a post up right now, but the presence of one of the vote options is going to be dependent on a Knowledge test.

>Can I get 3 rolls of 3d6 for Knowledge? DC:12

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

>>4172801

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

>>4172801

Rolled 2, 3, 6 = 11 (3d6)

>>4172801

>>4172806
Our heavies are going to be stormgrave faith-based units!

You take a proffered studded chalice of red wine as you consider your answer. “I believe so, but I defer to your judgement on it,” you tell him carefully.

“What do you mean, ser?” the septon seems curious.

“My people worshipped the Storm Gods of old for as long as there were people. When the Faith took root, the God of the Sky and Winds became the Father and the Goddess of Waves and Sea became the Mother. The other aspects are the storms of their coupling,” you tell him sincerely.

He seems perturbed by your take. “There are many who would take your words as blasphemy,” he warns.

“Aye? Seems to me they’d be foolish to say so. The gods of old existed long before the holy texts came to these shores, right? Either our gods weren’t real, a dangerous take to godly folk set in their ways, or what’s not mentioned in the sermons of some places may still be valid in other places,” you say. “Or would you have me think the winds that have kept my course honest and true are not the work of the Father and the waves that have kept me afloat and fed with their bounty are not the work of the Mother?”

Never mind that they are more likely to be referred to in the older fashions, the man doesn’t need to know the intimate details. He nods in agreement. “But of course, you have the right of it, ser. What has delivered you if not the work of the Father and Mother both? These practices are conducted within a sept, yes?” he asks.

“Aye, Septon Domerick. The tithes were collected at the sept as well,” you note his expression brighten further at the magic word. “Though it saddens me to say our sept was sacked and destroyed by godless raiders. The elderly septon of my youth was struck down as well. The heathens have faced the Sky Father’s justice, but the damage has been done. Would that House Sunglass left more men of character behind to defend what matters most.”

>>4172911
“This is most tragic news,” the old septon says while making pious gestures with his hands.

He seems a genuine enough fellow, but the wealth on display and his reactions to tithes speak of other priorities at work. This would be the point where you move on to business. You could drop the tithing entirely and work out a price for your goods, but you do have other industries to fill your coffers. There are other things the Faith might be able to support you on…

Titles for one, such things boost your prestige and reputation. This man has already dangled the title of the late Ser Sunglass in front of you, an obvious enticement. Eventual help with repairs to your sept or favor shown in bringing on a new holy man to soothe the spirits of your roughened people. But then…

>Rolled 13 vs DC 12 for Knowledge. Success, 1 degree.

You’ve also heard tale of the famous bells of the Great Sept. The seven bells are rung only on momentous occasions. Asking for the lot of them to be rung for your wedding would be beyond presumptuous but ringing just one shouldn’t cause any offence and would show favor towards you. A nice surprise.

>You can arrange trade in coin for the crystals, or you can tithe them in exchange for other favors. Mechanically speaking, I was a big fan of the faith points system from House Grallner Quest. Basically, you gain titles and other such favors as you generate good will with the Faith. This can be done through tithing, winning battles/tourneys in their name, vanquishing mutual foes, etc.

What would you prefer?

>Trade in coin.
>Tithe the crystals and negotiate for different sorts of favor.

>>4172912
>>Tithe the crystals and negotiate for different sorts of favor.

>>4172912
>Tithe the crystals and negotiate for different sorts of favor
But only because I also really like Grallner's Faith Point system

>>4172912
> tithe the crystals and negotiate
maybe there's a sept or even an alms-house in our future

>>4172912
>>Tithe the crystals and negotiate for different sorts of favor.
I havent seen the system, but I loke the idea of having different avenues of support and not simply wealth.

>>4172912
>Tithe the crystals and negotiate for different sorts of favor
I don't know what to ask for but sure

>>4172947
Alms house isn't worth tithing.
Id rather go heavy investment if we will go that way. And save up a shit ton of favors.

Cathedral KAR
Requirements: Small City or larger community & Influence 50+
Investment: 35 Wealth, 10 Influence
Time: 48+6d6 Months
Bonus: House Fortunes +12
Other Rules: It also offers three (3) random benefits rolling a 1d6:

1 - Scrivener’s Hall: A small room dedicated to education, this increases literacy in the area.
2 - Alm’s House: This is a building where the holy men and worshippers can feed the poor.
3-4 - Sect of Sisters: A sect moves to the location, like the Silent Sisters, or the Order of the Mother.
5 - Hall of Healing: This is a place where educated holy men can attempt to cure the sick for charity.
6 - Crypt: This is a structure underneath the Sept itself, where pious or important folks are buried.

Description: A Cathedral is a beating heart of the Faith in Westeros. While many communities might have a Sept, those are simple houses of prayer and ministry. A Cathedral is the glory and might of the Seven made manifest.

Insane investment.

>>4172912
>Tithe the crystals and negotiate for different sorts of favor.

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Having favor with the Faith means for one having a better reputation i'd say. A reputation as a charitable faithful House. Also if a septry or a motherhouse is established on Stormgrace they can be a great source of produce, goods, literate scribes. Also they accumulate silver and gold from donations. These religious settlements can be taxed by the lord of the land they are on, that is within reason.

>>4172912
>>Trade in coin.

>>4172969
What I am interested in is how much each point is worth. And if we will be negotiating how much our crystals are worth more than what house sunglass was getting.

>>4172855
You can add the crusader keyword to them and invest in a chaplain type to tag along for bonuses later on if that ends up being popular.
>>4173005
I'll probably post specific numbers tomorrow or Sunday. I need to retool things to take the scale and breadth of this quest into account, but there will be a fixed system for this with seven tiers which unlock different bonuses and rewards.

Okay then. I don't see this vote flipping, so I'm going to go ahead and lock it in. One quick note to everyone, this doesn't necessarily make Aurion a fanatically pious person. He could just as well be doing this for mildly pious, practical purposes than from true fervor. It'll be up to the players to determine what sort of stock he puts in all this as the quest goes on. I'll be resuming in about 3 hours. Until then:

>Can I get 3 rolls of 6d6 for Persuasion (Bargain)?

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

>>4173190

Rolled 2, 4, 5, 2, 5, 1 = 19 (6d6)

>>4173190

Rolled 4, 2, 6, 2, 1, 4 = 19 (6d6)

>>4173190

>>4173192
24 I like it.
We've been doing pretty fucking well.
We came in and spoke with someone fairly high powered considering our status roll. Did a good convince about us being religious so he likes us more and want to actually work with us.
And a 24 for bargaining, a "pious" person we should have done really well.
>>4173190
Thanks for the update boggs.
What was the dc?

>Rolled 24 vs DC 15/21. (Faith points/bell ringing respectively.) 2 degrees/1 degree of success. Let me break this out a bit. Your mines produce 10 units of iron (common quality) and 2 units of crystals (superior quality) each month. House Sunglass was receiving 5 faith points for each tithed shipment of 2 units. You will instead receive 7 faith points each month. More on all that later.

“So we understand each other, septon, I am a man of coin as well as faith. I have an entire Free Company under my command. The rate these men go through food stores and other… worldly things would shock you,” you tell him with a cocksure smile as his melts away to distress.

“I had thought we were of a similar mind, ser,” his fidgets with his hands.

“Might be we are. I just want us to have an understanding here. I am not bound by traditional favor as it was with House Sunglass. I am amenable to giving, but I do expect gratitude,” you explain.

“I… I am sure we can arrange for that. Those who choose to give freely are of course more generous than those that give merely due to expectation,” he allows. “I would say you quite qualify for the first of the titles we bequeath upon the Faith’s great temporal allies. Ser Aurion Shryke, Proctor of the Faith.”

“Good! I like the sound of that. And fine timing at that. Tell me, do you know of the septon who will be conducting the wedding tomorrow at the Royal Sept?” you ask.

He mulls it over for a moment with his wine. “I am uncertain… it should be another of the Most Devout at such an exalted location. Why do you ask, ser?”

“Suppose I’ll find out soon enough. It’s my wedding,” you tell him.

He’s taken aback. “Truly? Our sincerest congratulations, ser. May the Mother bless your union.”

“See that’s what I’m hoping for,” you grin. “If the Mother’s tower of this Great Sept were to ring its bell, then my lady wife and I would feel very blessed indeed. Just the one bell,” you hold up a finger for emphasis.

>>4173673
“That would be most… unorthodox. Unexpected,” he frowns.

“Aye, I’m sure, but much about me is. Such things are nearly expected of me and we wouldn’t want to disappoint, eh? Think of it as an opportunity. You have the lads outside pull on a bell for a few minutes and you greatly please powerful people. They will say, ‘that was Septon Domerick’s good work.’ And your name will be remembered,” you entice him.

“I will do my best to arrange this, but it will be a difficult thing, ser,” he says wearily.

“All the better. If it were a simple matter, then I would be less inclined to care. I’m told there will be birds released or something to that effect,” you reach down and pull your Myrish Lens from your belt. “This hill may have a high enough vantage point. If not, the tower will. Look out towards the Royal Sept and ring the bell when the birds take flight. It should be late morning or so, I would think,” you tell him.

The rest is just platitudes and reassurances. You leave the room feeling very satisfied with your scheming, enough to almost forget your annoyance with your old friend as you catch him up during the trip back. “… so they will be surprised by bell and title both. A fine gift, no? Wait…” you halt your horse upon the road.

“What is it?” Vaeron asks.

“In Qarth, man and wife may ask of one thing from the other. A gift that may not be refused… it’s not the same here but is there not some sort of gift giving?” you ask him.

“Dunno how it works with highborn…” he frowns in thought. “Thinking on it, Janesa mentioned something about a gift for you…”

“Does the bell count?” you ask in alarm and get only a ponderous shrug in return.

>Any gift ideas or other wedding ideas in general? I’m unexpectedly busy tonight, so I’m going to leave it here and jump into the wedding tomorrow night instead. I’m hoping to have the time to get some rare prewriting done at some point tomorrow to make a solid session of it when we run.

>>4173675
Why not add a little something to the wedding? Do the Qarthian tradition with our with

>>4173675
>Any gift ideas or other wedding ideas in general?
A Qartheen gown. :^)

>>4173772
Or hear me out, I don't think we would have thrown out or we may have idk.
The weapon we had during the arc that we met her. As a mercenary, the weapon may not be very personable but as a gesture that everything we do is for her. Even the superior Halbard that we had will do if we simply don't have our previous one, that according to fluff we majored in till recently.
A mercenary without a weapon is dead. Something to that kind of tune is what we represent with that gift. We are defenseless as in open to her and only her.

>>4173886
Something symbolic would be nice.
Maybe a necklace or other piece of jewelry made with a crystal from Stormgrave. I suppose it wouldn't have much value as far as jewelry goes, but it would be symbolic that she's now the Lady of Stormgrave. I don't know if that's practical in the time we have though (or if we even have a couple of crystals on hand or nearby). Maybe it can be something for the future. Lady Constance mentioned wanting to work with the crystals, so she might help with it.

>>4173675
Shit, not enough time for crystal jewelry, let's arrange for flowers, we don't really know about her hobbies do we? How about a properly decorated chair so that she knows that she will have a place in our court

Also anyone has the house creation thread? Can't find it on the archive

>>4173675
Qartheen gown

A copper bath tub for our chambers? Or maybe a large chest to store our belongings in? Something common enough to warrant every day use but not out of their price range.

>>4174068
It should be under the tag "Boggs", the last thread IIRC

>>4174384
>>4173772
We aren't Qartheen. We never got understood Janeesa's dressing customs. It's odd to say the least to us, who grew up with Westeros to and to suggest such a thing to Cerelle even in Jest wouldn't be good. She is someone who we likely believe will not enjoy such a fashion sense. So it's not sincere nor does it make any sense.

So no one liked my symbolic give her our previous weapon thing to symbolize before her we are defenseless?

Something symbolic and the gown. I can see the gown as something on Aurion's mind for sure. Adding a crystal to a band of gold for a ring seems like an easy enough task. I think I have a nice touch to add in for the mercenary reference now as well, but I won't spoil that just yet.

>>4173768
This could be done easily enough. It makes me curious as to what you would ask of her. I guess it could be a vow since it may be a challenge to come up with something material. Something to think about before tonight.

>>4174068
I don't think it's archived. I made the first quest thread well before the thread we did the house creation in fell off the board and then I never went back to it.

>>4174782
I'm not sure why he wouldn't understand the dressing customs after spending so much time around her and in that part of the world, but I should add it's not the sort of thing he would present in front of her friends and family either.

>>4174804
I am connecting it to her sense of fashion.
one tit out and all. Now if its a regular gown sure why not.

>>4174804
>it's not the sort of thing he would present in front of her friends and family either.

I still wouldn't think Aurion would want his wife prancing around with one tit out. If he wouldn't feel comfortable presenting it to her in front of family and friends, why bother at all? Unless it's a sense of lingerie. And that doesn't seem like an appropriate gift for a wedding kind of thing. It sends the wrong message about why we want to marry her in its totality.
If she wouldn't wear it infront of family and friends who would she wear it for then? kids? commoners? Would Cerelle even wear it..?

>>4173943
+1

How about a necklace? Something nice with a big enough crystal if we brought any.
damn it if we had more time Constance could take of it... Wait, do we have enough time to talk to Constance? If her hobbies is jewelry then she gotta have a pile of failed or not projects that we can dig through, we could ask

Luckily, you just so happen to know of a woman with a talent for jewelry that could be convinced to do some work on short notice. You return to the manse and call on Lady Constance. She does have some crystal on hand to work with. Whether it’s from your mines or not is another question, but it very well could be given the short distance involved. There can only be so many sources of a stone like that.

“I believe I could cut it to the shape of the bird upon your sigil,” she muses while examining the multihued rock with a critical eye. “You will need this for tomorrow, ser?”

“If that’s possible. I’ll pay extra if need be,” you offer.

She seems surprised at your mention of pay. “I have the tools I need, and it is a rather small project all things considered. However, I have never accepted payment for my work before. It is merely a hobby of mine. It is unbecoming of a lady to pursue a craft,” she says as if rehearsing a lecture.

You frown. That’s sort of sad in a way given she’s clearly talented. “Hmm. Well we can trade in favors if coin is too much a bother. Let’s say I owe you one?” She nods with a slight smile as you leave her to her work.

You find Cleo drinking wine in the lounge with Lady Annara as you’re looking around for Janesa. “Ah good, you’re alive,” you note… along with the eye-catching slit of her dress. “Are you out husband hunting dressed like that.”

“As ever, you are the lacuna of wit,” she responds.

“… thanks?” you try.

“You should have told me sooner that Lady Cleomnestria was such an interesting conversationalist, ser,” Lady Annara says with a playful look… too playful. A Lysene and a Dornishwoman together in a lounge. There is a punchline here and it might just be you.

“Hopefully not too interesting,” you say, misliking the look of false innocence your formerly intimate ally adopts.

“Oh, we were discussing twins and the like. Were you aware ladies of a more respectable age are more likely to birth them?” Cleo asks. This is somehow amusing to the Lady Celtigar or Dayne… whichever she prefers.

“I wasn’t. Is Lady Janesa about? I can’t seem to find her,” you ask them both.

“Did she not tell you? She left for the Red Keep to ensure preparations were well underway. I suspect you will not see her until the morrow,” Lady Annara says.

She hadn’t mentioned it and it seems more like an excuse to avoid, well, just about anyone presently within the manse. Or it may have simply slipped her mind with her other distractions and your relatively early departure…

“I did not take her for the sort to leave you to your own whims on your last night as a bachelor,” Cleo teases.

“Truly my lady does not believe Ser Aurion capable of any wickedness,” Lady Annara says with mock surprise.

Are you?

>Yes. Is that Dornish wine? Better stuff than the weak wines of the Reach you’ve had to stomach.
>No. Make an early night of it.

>>4175601
>No. Make an early night of it.

>>4175601
>>Yes. Is that Dornish wine? Better stuff than the weak wines of the Reach you’ve had to stomach.

>>4175601
>>No. Make an early night of it.
we've been going for dutiful let's try and keep it tat way.

>>4175601

> offer to suck Lady Annara's dick

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>4175601
1 >>Yes. Is that Dornish wine? Better stuff than the weak wines of the Reach you’ve had to stomach.
2 >>No. Make an early night of it.
They're both very convincing but we've been doing so well staying celibate. I leave this to fate.

>>4175601
>No. Make an early night of it.
We made a decision, so let’s keep to it

>>4175601
>No. Make an early night of it.

Writing!

“I believe him capable of much and more,” Cleo says while swirling her wine.

“Aye, she’s right. I cut a man’s hand off last night and spent the day haggling with a septon,” you move forward with a confident swagger in your step, taking in the interested looks. “But my lady wife awaits me after I sleep, so as much as I may appreciate a finely aged Dornish wine over the grape juice of other regions, I’m afraid I’ll be retiring early,” you tell them. You’ll content yourself with adding some extra color to the lady of the manse’s cheeks.

Your sleep is somewhat restless as the excitement and anticipation for the coming day builds, but you wake with first light well-rested enough. You even have time to have a bath drawn before you set about fretting over your fine noble’s attire. You take satisfied note of the additional lightning bolt added to the sleeve as you slip into the garment and adjust your sword belt.

Vaeron and Trios fall in with you by dint of seniority. Both are armed and armored, your champion carrying flail and needlessly monstrous looking helm on opposite hips while your indominable old lieutenant wears a flamboyant feathered hat with great sword strapped to his back. They’re followed by their mirror opposites in the opulently dressed and perfumed Ladies Constance and Cleo. They’ve both opted for shades of a dark red. It at least makes sense for Constance with her house’s colors. Cleo either decided to match her or was as satisfied with her look in it as anyone else with eyes would be.

“I hope it is to your satisfaction, ser,” Lady Constance says as you look over the ring she crafted. You’ve no idea how she’s managed it, but it looks a twin to your own emblem. It’s of a size to sick out without being gaudy or cumbersome and sits upon a gold band.

“I think it’s perfect, my lady. The gold band was a nice touch as well,” you note approvingly.

“Gold suits the Lady Cerelle, ser. I am glad it pleases you,” she smiles.

Your party of five rides to the Red Keep at a leisurely pace as the city slowly comes to life in the early morning hours. No doubt the city is still a shithole even at this hour, but it is at least more pleasant without the bustling crowds and shadier night life. The guards at the keep don’t hold you up for more than a passing moment, having been told to expect your presence. Due to her time serving as a handmaiden, Lady Constance is able to easily direct you to the Royal Sept itself with no trouble.

You enter and see…

>Can I get 4d6 for Awareness (Notice)?

Rolled 5, 2, 6, 3 = 16 (4d6)

>>4175906

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

>>4175906
all 1's!

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

>>4175906

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>16 vs DC 12. 1 degree of success.

A herald announces your arrival along with your titles, including your status as Proctor conferred upon you just yesterday. Odds are the somewhat younger portly septon near the altar conversed with Septon Domerick on the matter. Whatever the case, it’s satisfying to hear the surprised murmurs of those already present.

Janesa and the septon are both already present as are a smattering of others mingling about the outskirts of the lavish chamber or seated in the case of some of the older couples. You can’t say you recognize many aside from Lord Estermont and… ah, there’s a pretty one. You recognize the Lord of Lannister from that disastrous first meeting with Lord Lydden, but the woman next to him is something else entirely. This must be the Lady Cersei. She vaguely reminds you of Cerelle with her golden curls and similar age, it’s a good part of what drew your eye, but you’ve enough appreciation of women to see the similarities mostly end there. Only a fool wouldn’t find her beautiful, probably even more so than Cerelle by the reckoning of most, and you can tell she knows it by the way she carries herself… but she lacks your betrothed’s sophistication if that’s the right word for it. In any case, she might very well be the sort to lift a grieving king up out of despair. A fine choice.

Your own companions are ushered to their seats, the ladies at least, Vaeron and Trios are like to scuff up the fancy wooden pews and so instead approach Janesa and the septon along with you. “Well met, Ser Aurion. I am Septon Alfyn. I have the honor of conducting the ceremony today,” the portly man is ruddy faced and cheery with a habit of bouncing on his feet. At least he won’t put you to sleep.

“Pleased to meet you, septon. I assume you’ve spoken with Septon Domerick?” you ask.

“Oh yes, ser! Worry not, arrangements are in order. We have a lovely flock of doves set to take flight upon the conclusion of the ceremony,” he reassures.

“Excellent news, my thanks,” you tell him before begging your leave to attend to your confused seneschal. You note she barely spares a glance toward Vaeron who hangs back a step as well. Not overly surprising but bothersome all the same.

“Proctor of the Faith? When did this happen? And who is Septon Domerick?” she’s completely lost.

“You look beautiful. Doesn’t she, Vaeron?” he quietly voices his assent. Good enough. “My title? Haven’t you heard? I’m a man of the gods now. Have been since yesterday,” you smugly announce.

“What is this over doves?” she presses on.

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>>4176170
“Why ask questions when you can wait and see for yourself?” you counter as you grin and wave to Ser Wylis Manderly as he’s announced. He’s a big man by any reckoning, but he’s not gone to fat like his father. At least not yet. A few other guests you don’t recognize funnel in while you wait until the appointed time arrives.

Her mother and her friends from the other night come in first. Your heart beats faster. Those meandering about find their seats. Vaeron and Trios step back off to the side of the altar while the Ladies Marissa and Lenore take places on the opposite side. She steps through the light of the entranceway escorted by her father. She wears a white gown laced with gold beneath a cloak in the colors of House Lydden. You get a slight nod from Lord Lewys which you return, but otherwise you’ve eyes only for Cerelle.

The septon begins a brief yet energetic sermon on the virtues of those who stay true to Mother and the Maiden while you gaze deep into the eyes of your wife to be. There’s so much you want to say to her and now you’ll have a lifetime to do so. You’re only brought back to the moment as Lord Lewys steps forward again to remove her maiden’s cloak. You take your cue to fasten your own cloak in its place and are relieved you don’t fumble it in your excitement.

The septon beams. “Now I am told the couple will be asking a single vow each in accordance with the customs of House Shryke.” You weren’t aware you had any customs to speak of and that one strikes you as a Qartheen nod, but it only makes sense given who did the bulk of the planning for this.

“Do you vow to remain honest and true to me, to keep me in your counsel from now until the Stranger takes us?” Cerelle asks you.

>Yes (sincerely)
>Yes (for show)

Also, what will you be asking of her? Something similar? Something related to motherhood or love or creating a legacy with your house? Anything else that may be appropriate or fitting for such an occasion? I’ll take a write-in or a general concept is fine too.

>>4176175
>>Yes (sincerely)
Give her a wink too
"“Do you vow to be open and loving to me, to grant me your mind and heart from now, until the storms claim our island?"
Or something to that effect.

>>4176175
>>Yes (sincerely)

>>4176175
>>Yes (sincerely)

>>4176175
Yes(sincerely)


>>4176198
I like this but how about weathering the storm instead of being claimed by it?

>>4176215
Hell yeah, man. I just wanted to work either the culture of our island or the sigil of our house into it. Thought it'd be neat to have the Stranger mentioned in her part and the Storm Father in ours. But I like weathering it. Better for a wedding.

Maybe something like "you are my calm in every storm the wind in my sails and the waves under my ship"

>>4176198
>>4176215
Sounds good to me. Im not sure about you guys but you've given the base if Boggs wants to/can change it for the better amen.

>>4176175
>>Yes (sincerely)

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“I do so vow,” you tell her sincerely. “Do you vow to be open and loving to me, to share with me your heart and mind so that we may weather any storm?”

“I do so vow,” she says with a radiant smile.

“In the eyes of the Seven, you may seal your union with a kiss,” the septon declares.

“With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you for my knight and husband,” Cerelle promises.

“With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you for my lady and wife,” you lean in and kiss her fully with passion as the audience politely applauds.

“Here in the sight of gods and men, I do solemnly proclaim Aurion of House Shryke and Cerelle of House Lydden to be man and wife, one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever, and cursed be the one who comes between them,” Septon Alfyn booms.

You walk with Cerelle arm in arm down the aisle to the Royal Sept’s gilded doors. White doves take flight into the open sky. You stop and wait as Cerelle looks to you questioningly and the attendees look on. “Aurion?”

The bell tolls across the city, the sound clear even from this lofty hill. “Is that… a bell of the Great Sept?” your wife asks in disbelief.

“The one of the Mother’s Tower? Sounds that way. A good omen, no?” you ask.

“Lady Janesa made no mention of this… how?” seems excited and surprised in equal measure.

“Well, she stole away and left me to my own whims yesterday, so I thought, ‘why not talk on the finer points of the Faith with one the Most Devout?’ I found Septon Domerick to be a likeable enough fellow amenable to a little send off,” you explain. You did say you’d mention his name. Now it’s her turn to lean in for a deep kiss.

>Moving on to the feast tomorrow, thanks for playing!

>>4176381
thanks for running, have a good night

>>4175906
No? No!? damn anons.. you guys are serious, no hdw and cleo? damn

>>4176554
The thirst is real, they'll be throwing themselves at us now that it has become a game

Everything is going a little too smoothly for a Boggs quest right now. Cleo isn't pregnant from that one time, is she? That comment she made in an earlier post about ladies of a more respectable age being more likely to birth twins is making me think.

>>4176810
She's a professional and we never got the roll for it. Don't forget the drama between the two most trusted people in our group either

>>4176811
I guess Boggs could have rolled it himself...

>>4176810
Man why you got to bring that up

>>4176810
Our enemies are going to go fucking ballistic after this stunt with the bell and title. And wait for the feast when they find out that we invited a pirate, haha. There's plenty of room for fuck ups

>>4176810
Our Aurion has been studiously ignoring matters of war. Just sayan.

You’re feasted within the so-called Small Hall, which is still more than large enough to comfortably host all of your assembled guests. This may be the happiest and most animated you’ve seen your new bride, but you take note of the way she still surveys the hall with a critical eye. You take her by the hand to help her into the seat at your side as the other guests slowly funnel in.

“The seating arrangements were nearly as difficult as the invitations,” Cerelle tells you. “Too many lords and ladies with prickly pride. Speaking of, I do believe you removed the hand of Lord Roland Crakehall’s captain of spears. In a brothel.”

You freeze at her cool expression, nearly knocking over your cup. “Hold on now---”

“Of course, I wasn’t at all pleased to hear this. My Aurion in a brothel two nights before our wedding?” she continues, then she smirks. “Lady Janesa was present when the news reached me and confessed the situation was not as simple as it appeared. To hear her tell it, you have been rather gallant of late. Although this drama amongst your closest advisors is troubling in itself.”

You exhale in relief before giving voice to your own perturbations. “True enough, I think. I’ve been better behaved and yet increasingly vexed and tempted… and a captain of spears? Does this man keep a captain of latrines and a captain of stable boys as well? I might take offense over high titles being used so loosely.”

She seems amused but warns you all the same. “Best to keep those thoughts to yourself. Father was displeased over this as well. Especially so soon after watching the tilts with you.”

“I warned the man and kept my word. Your lord father would’ve done much the same in front of his own men,” you grumble.

“Perhaps, if he somehow found himself in such a position to begin with,” she allows with a playful look. “I’m sure it doesn’t help matters that Valyrians have a certain reputation towards… passionate expression.”

>>4177879
“If my lady is trying to distract me, it’s working,” you tell her, leaning in for your own take on passionate expression… and having to pull away far earlier than you’d like as Lannister and Lydden approach to take rightful place upon the dais. It looks as if the men will be on your side and the women on your wife’s side. Cerelle turns the gesture into a chance to whisper a few names your way. The next tier down from the high table would be the Estermonts, Baneforts, and a Lefford along with Ser Kevan Lannister. Below them are Marbrand and Crakehall with Ser Wylis Manderly added in. The rest past them include a smattering of others such as Lydden offshoots and bannermen along with your own house and guests.

“Gods, she just had to be seated down so far,” you mutter as you catch sight of Cleo next to Lady Constance. You hope she doesn’t find reason to take slight.

Your wife follows your gaze. “Who? Lady Constance? Or is it the woman seated beside her? I would have taken her for a Celtigar if I knew of any half so pretty. Do you know her, Aurion?” she asks with her usual curiosity.

“Lady Cleomnestria, here at my invitation,” you tell her.

“Your sellsail envoy? I don’t believe you mentioned her beauty… she is here to offer ships?” she asks.

“If she is satisfied with the terms, then she may. I told her I would at least make an introduction to Lord Estermont,” you confirm before hesitating a moment, unsure of exactly how much is worth explaining at present. Questions of how well you know her and detailed questions of her background have gone unasked so far. It’s curious, there are many things of your lady wife that are still a mystery to you. Her hobbies, her desires for children to an extent… and her jealousy. She took the business with the brothel and Janesa rather well, at least assuming a confession from Janesa entailed bringing up her moment of weakness, but you’re unsure of what Cerelle would think of your brief fling with your pirate ally. There are your very recent vows to consider as well, but you’re not sure how to apply them with your past.

>Tell Cerelle of it.
>Withhold any mention of a prior intimate relationship.

>>4177879

> "This is awkward but I know exactly what to do. Put your penis in my mouth and let me suck you off until you cum! Trust me, everything will be alright!"

>>4177882
>Tell Cerelle of it.

>>4177882
If Cerelle directly asks us, then we should tell the truth. Until then, we should simply talk around that particular encounter.
>Withhold any mention of a prior intimate relationship.

>>4177925
I like this idea or we can tell her after? I don't think she will be that angry because it was before everything happened

>>4177882
>Tell Cerelle of it later

I'm all for being completely open with her but could we do it when we're not in the middle of a feast surrounded by our new in-laws?

>>4177882
>>Withhold any mention of a prior intimate relationship.

>>4177940
Yeah, we should probably tell her later on but now is not the time

>>4177882
>>Tell Cerelle of it.