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>>4791072
You are Aurion Shryke… and you very nearly announce as much, titles and all, to the near-empty hall. Might be that would get your lady wife’s attention. This is your third day in Lannisport, the pride and jewel of every ennobled mountain merchant with some flavor of lion gleefully sewn upon their breast. This is also your third day of being ignored by Lady Cerelle Shryke, formerly of House Lydden. She surrounds herself with other ladies by day and sleeps in Cerion’s nursery by night.

You sit next to Cerelle as you break your fast in the great hall of Lann’s Keep, the seat of your wife’s Lannisport Lannister cousin, Lord Tyler Lannister. She carries on a lively conversation with her apparent friend, a Lady Joanna Reynold, the sister of that puffed up lordling who hosted your wife at the Burning Peak or some such place. Apparently, babies are all the rage right now. You assume this is some sort of valiant effort to replace all the ones their men killed in King’s Landing. Any road, there’s some Lydden they both know, a Camilla. She’s having her first future gold grubber by the Knight of Lanniford which is… fuck all nowhere as far as you’re concerned. But it is so exciting and they both simply must see her because it’s been so long.

While the two ladies chatter away, Lady Joanna’s husband, a Ser Leroy Lannister, briefly attempts to engage you in conversation over the war’s end with the gusto of a man who’d actually gotten to fuck his wife the night prior. From what you’ve gathered, he’s the heir to this castle and the charming sort. All easy smiles and not a scar upon his face to show for his title. Cerelle favors him with one of her warm little half-smiles at his social graces. You see it and hate him for it. Whatever look he catches from your less than smooth visage makes him think better of pressing on with the topic at hand.

“Ah, yes. I nearly forgot. I do believe my lord father wanted to discuss organizing a hunt to the south. If you would excuse me. My lady?” Ser Leroy says as he stands and offers his arm to Lady Joanna. By the look on her face, you’ve somehow annoyed Cerelle in some other fresh way. She stands and smooths out her dress right after the Lannisters take their leave.

“House Lydden will be arriving this evening. Try not to drink too much before then," your wife says to you with hardly a glance before striding away with her two ducklings in tow.

You glare at her back as she departs and down your mug before she clears the hall. When you arrived at the keep two nights ago, you swept her up in an embrace and whispered words of love in her ear, but she was quick to extract herself. You'd hoped in vain her coldness was for formality’s sake what with the onlookers and all. You have to admit it stings a bit. When you’d spoken such words to Dorea, she’d let you fuck her like a whore in heat, but your own lady wife gives you naught but her cheek to kiss?

>>4791076
And nothing since. Gods, that has been something. You haven’t had a woman play this coy with you since Qarth… since ever, really. You saw her nipple yesterday, all red and glistening after Cerion, the little teat usurper that he is, was done with it. That was a sight you’re not like to forget any time soon.

Holding your son nearly made up for the rejections. Your first-born. Your heir. And what an heir he is. He has your eyes, there’s no doubting it. Cerion is all you’ve ever wanted and more, a blessing to distract you from all of your troubles. He’s tiny and fragile at three moons’ age, though, as your wife was sure to remind you. Cerelle’s hovering over and correcting you as you held him was the most minding she’s paid you by far.

Ser Byron Yew skulks over from wherever he was lurking and interrupts your musing. You dragged him and Aerron with you upon the Sea Shryke, in part for practical reasons and in part because you find the pair of them to be exceedingly good company. For all his dourness, Ser Byron might yet be the least judgmental knight you’ve met. He’s not balked at a single one of your better ideas.

For Aerron’s part... well, you find his impassioned rants on Valyrian history to be amusing and he wasn’t doing anything else. You hadn’t the coin to invest in rebuilding his trove of Valyrian scrolls damaged or destroyed in the various sacks upon Targaryen holdings, only some of which is your fault. You’re also a touch skittish about the dragonseed archivist’s knowledge of where exactly you got all the coin for your various infrastructure projects. Namely, you pulled it right out from under Lord Stannis Baratheon’s emaciated arse. The younger, underfed Baratheon is not a great admirer of yours.

“What of the… Wendwater situation, my lord?” Ser Byron broaches after a quick look around.

“Which part? The… bandits? Or…?” you ask.

“The dealings with the lady of the house. And the cottage,” he answers. Dorea.

“The wood deal was shit,” you grimace. “Though I’ve not forgotten they owe me coin for bringing the niece back intact… least I’m assuming she’s intact. I’m not rightly sure how that works with two…” you trail off, pondering the two Riverlands maids and their dalliances. “You’re rather familiar around the cripple, are you not? Has she spoke of it?”

“Lady Jeyne is not that sort of lady,” Ser Byron flatly replies.

“Touchy on her, are we? Does the Lady Lenore have competition?” you goad. You’re aware of your wife’s cousin having some queer fancy for your bowman, in part from the shy maid’s own drunken words nigh on half a year ago. That, and more recent whisperings.

“I am not sure where this is coming from, but I have no desire for Lady Lenore,” he carefully says.

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>>4791081
“Oh? Suppose you don’t mind announcing as much over dinner? I could scold you for it. Lots of finger wagging, you know the sort. That might well be enough to get me out of the privy with the badgers. From what Ser Alan says, they’ve made something of a project out of you. Seven know why,” you smirk.

That finally gets him sitting up a bit straighter. “Ser Alan said this? Ser Alan of Woodmere?”

“Aye, we were speaking of the Kingswood last night and he mentioned it. Ask him. Or ask the Clawmen. Like as not, you’re the last to know,” you confirm with all the smugness of misery finding company, though you don’t quite see why he looks so troubled. Your captain of bows could stand to do a great deal worse than your wife’s cousin, and you’re fairly certain the man prefers the fairer sex.

“She told me what you said, my lord,” Ser Byron finally responds.

“What do you mean?” you ask, your smug grin fading.

“Your… feelings,” he says after a quick look around. Dorea, then. Speaking of your love.

“Why’d she go telling you something like that?” you demand.

“You set me to task, my lord. It’s all she could speak of when I saw to her. That’s the whole of it,” Ser Byron carefully replies. Your drink more ale in response. Naïve girl…

“Lady Cerelle will ask me. That is why I mention it,” he sighs at your silence.

“Why?” you ask him. “Did she tell you to spy on me?”

“Not in so many words. It was more that my lady suggested I might keep you out of trouble…”

You can’t help laughing. “Then I’d say you’re well and truly fucked, mate. And not by little Lenore.”

“Which is why I was wondering what you intended to do about… whatever this is, my lord. Does Lady Cerelle know?” he asks.

“Hmm? No. She’s wroth over me not doing enough about the assassins. Making needless wars instead of seeing to their safety. That sort of thing. She doesn’t know about the rest yet,” you say.

“I had assumed you told her of it all at once… what do you intend to do, my lord?” Ser Byron asks as he resigns himself to his fate. At least you’ll have company.

>You’re fresh out of figs to give over highborn courtesy. You’ll go down to the yard and see if there are any mountain merchants will enough gold between their ears to try you. That’ll get your wife’s attention. [Sellsword]
>You know her well enough to know she’s got to be burning with all sorts of questions on all sorts of things. Time to see what will give first, her mind or your… head. Wait her out. [Valyrian]
>Waiting her out just isn’t strategic. Follow her to the nursery, shoo her ladies away, and sort this out. [Captain]
>Something else.

>>4791085
>>You know her well enough to know she’s got to be burning with all sorts of questions on all sorts of things. Time to see what will give first, her mind or your… head. Wait her out. [Valyrian]
First

>>4791085
>>You’re fresh out of figs to give over highborn courtesy. You’ll go down to the yard and see if there are any mountain merchants will enough gold between their ears to try you. That’ll get your wife’s attention. [Sellsword]

>>4791085
>Waiting her out just isn’t strategic. Follow her to the nursery, shoo her ladies away, and sort this out. [Captain]

>>4791085
>You’re fresh out of figs to give over highborn courtesy. You’ll go down to the yard and see if there are any mountain merchants will enough gold between their ears to try you. That’ll get your wife’s attention. [Sellsword]

ngli I'm mostly hoping people don't puss out and try to hide everything when we finally talk to her

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“Aurion and Argella, huh?” Elsweyr muses as he flips open the pages of the romance novel Sansa had said she liked. He was curious about the tale and wanted to see what it was about the story to earn the Stark girl’s glowing recommendation.

And so, without further ado, he starts to read.

[CHAPTER 1: Aurion Ravages Rhaella]

What the hell? The title is blatantly risque, but the book begins normally enough. Some Valyrian sellsword named Aurion Shryke takes up a contract to ferry the Queen of Mad King Aerys to Dragonstone. It’s a simple enough premise, if a bit strange that a paranoid man would entrust mercenaries to protect his brood, but whatever - it’s fiction. The sellsword plans to switch sides to the rebels, but before he does he chooses to speak with Queen Rhaella and that’s where the strangeness of the plot /really/ begins . . .

“But I really should speak with the Queen. Just to see what she knows,” Aurion adds lightly.

“No…?” Vaeron says slowly. “Aurion. No. Janesa will be wroth. Aurion?”

The sellsword’s already striding off across the deck, clapping rowers on the shoulder and offering words of encouragement as he goes. Aurion swears he feels the ship lurch forward with more speed while making his way aftward from the bow. It’s a good feeling.

There she is. Her hooded shape stumbles slightly with the shift in the rowers’ tempo. Aurion gently reaches out to steady her, when the lurching of his ship ‘accidentally’ throws him off balance as well and the aim of his hand is redirected, landing palm first upon her silk-covered left breast. With the subtle grace of an experienced hand at this particular method of duplicitous seduction, he lightly drags his callused digits across Queen Rhaella’s tit, flicking the clothed nipple with the tip of his index finger as he lets go, eliciting a shivering moan from the royal Targaryen with the deft maneuver.

Her ladies in waiting turn and glare at the intruder in their midst as the beautiful woman’s eyes widen in shock, at the man’s lascivious actions or her reaction to them, only she could truly know.

Aurion holds his hands up placatingly, the nature of his sleight of hand obfuscating his intentions enough to play the fool. “My apologies, Grace. I didn’t want you to lose your footing. As you can see, a clumsy stumble while upon the sea is common enough even for a veteran sailor.”

There’s an uncertain pause. “Your Grace,” she corrects. Aurion knows.

“Ah. Of course, my grac-Your Grace,” he starts with an embarrassed and infectious smile. “My apologies yet again. I’ve spent far too much time traveling and seem to have forgotten my courtesies.”

To the surprise of only her waiting ladies, Queen Rhaella actually pulls back her cowl and smiles softly. She is still beautiful, despite the fading bruise of Aerys’ cruelty upon her cheek contrasting with her newly blossoming blush of arousal. “You are forgiven, Ser…?”

>>4791085
>>Waiting her out just isn’t strategic. Follow her to the nursery, shoo her ladies away, and sort this out. [Captain]

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Aurion ignores the indignity of the mark staining the older woman’s otherwise immaculate flesh, flashing an easy smile as he drinks in deep of her purple irises which match the color of his remaining good eye, grateful as he is that the bad one intrigues rather than repulses.

“Aurion Shryke. Aurion, if you’d prefer.”

“House Shryke… I can’t say I’ve had the pleasure,” Rhaella responds in that soft voice.

Aurion quirks an eyebrow as she says that word, the luck of the sea blessing the sellsword as the deck of the boat lurches once more with the rolling of a violent wave beneath their feet.

This time, Aurion Shryke keeps his hands at his side and stands unmoved like an unbending ironwood, having calculated in his mind a second prior what the result of this rocking would be if he holds firm and erect. Queen Rhaella stumbles forward into him, colliding her silver-haired head into Aurion’s broad chest on accident while the gap between her thighs parts itself around the girthy mast which currently protrudes from the center of his own pelvis. The clearly compatible private parts of both purple-eyed, dragon-blooded individuals rub against each other in that instant with only the fabric of their respective outfits to separate them.

Rhaella shivers, instinctively wrapping her arms around Aurion’s solid core for stability on the unstable deck of his ship, cooing and squirming as the subsequent motion of the ocean continues, the lower reaches of the two Valyrians sliding up and down one another eliciting further stimulation.

Suddenly self-aware and embarrassed, she looks up at the rugged sellsail from beneath his chin. He smiles down at her

“You would be the first to have the pleasure, Your Grace,” he answers her forgotten comment smoothly, “I founded House Shryke two days past. It seemed a fine idea at the time.”

Rhaella’s two ladies are poised to remove Aurion, but the Queen shakes her head and holds out a hand for them to stop. “A moment. Please,” she adds, lusty breaths escaping in hefty lungfuls from her heaving breast. They seem reluctant, but step back to opposite sides of the deck, their own faces flushed with the hint of arousal as they ignore the two interlocked bodies to the best of their ability.

. . .

“What the fuck is this coomer smut?” Elsweyr asks himself, before closing the book, shaking his head and rolling over to makeout with his mother Cersei, lying in his bed naked as the day she was born.

>>4791374
>>4791365
Faggot, get back in your thread and write Joff updates. I knew you were up to something.

>>4791365
>>4791374
based

>>4791085
>You know her well enough to know she’s got to be burning with all sorts of questions on all sorts of things. Time to see what will give first, her mind or your… head. Wait her out. [Valyrian]

Patience is key

>>4791365
>if a bit strange that a paranoid man would entrust mercenaries to protect his brood

You know, I've been waiting over a year for someone to mention this. Odd way for it to come up, but I'll take it.

>>4791327
That seemed to be the most contentious point from the end of thread 10.

I'm seeing a 3-way tie right now. I'm going to close the vote in an hour so I can put up a second post tonight.

>>4791558
Foreigners make good mercenaries and bodyguards.
Harder to make friends in strange lands.

>>4791558
I always find it best to wrap any legitimate nougat of criticism in a chocolatey layer of smut so as not to come off as a hater

>>4791561
That's definitely part of it.

>>4791565
That does make it more palatable. What thread are you on?

>>4791588
Thread 2 . . . sorry senpai

>>4791085
>>You’re fresh out of figs to give over highborn courtesy. You’ll go down to the yard and see if there are any mountain merchants will enough gold between their ears to try you. That’ll get your wife’s attention. [Sellsword]
Fight fight fight!

Glad to see you back, Boggs, I just finished reading all the previous threads yesterday. Hope your situation at home is better too. And remember, any bad post you see with Elsweyr in the name field is TrickQM trying to besmirch my good name. I've asked you for help some times in these threads (and you've always responded constructively), and might again later. So just confirming that his antics aren't attributed to me, like many in the /qtg/ have assumed unfortunately.

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>>4791602
>claims to be Elsweyr
>breaks a three-way tie

>>4791085
>You know her well enough to know she’s got to be burning with all sorts of questions on all sorts of things. Time to see what will give first, her mind or your… head. Wait her out. [Valyrian]

>>4791365
>>4791374
I need more!

>>4791085
>>You’re fresh out of figs to give over highborn courtesy. You’ll go down to the yard and see if there are any mountain merchants will enough gold between their ears to try you. That’ll get your wife’s attention. [Sellsword]
Not to get Cerelle's attention, but I like the idea of Aurion taking out his frustration on some uppity Westerlanders. There must be some idiot young knights wanting to take on the Storm.

Calling it for Sellsword. But first,

>Can I get 1 roll of 6d6 for Status (Reputation) and 1 roll of 4d6 for Awareness (Notice)?

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

>>4791723

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

>>4791723
>Bo1
Oh no. I missed Aurion's stupidly high rolls.
Didn't we get a +1D on Status tests due to the sword?

>>4791737
It should be a +2 after I went back and standardized everything over the break, but you should also be getting +2 as Head of House, so I'll add +4 onto the roll.

>>4791731
>27 (4D+2B)+4 vs DC 12, 4 degrees of success

>>4791737
>13 vs DC 12/16, 1 degree of success/failed

Going through the 'Houses of the Narrow Sea' document in the Drive and I saw this:
>"{Ser Hubert Rambton}, a knight and victim of circumstances. Unwittingly supported plots to see new leadership in Sharp Point and Stormgrave via his lady wife. Was killed in single combat by Ser Vaeron the Stormbringer while indignantly defending his family’s old ancestral hall. His legacy is the loss of House Rambton’s mainland pastures."

"His legacy is the loss of House Rambton’s mainland pastures."

I remember we had a chance to seat Vaeron in the Rambton seat and try to claim it for him. Who did these lands go to now? All other houses in the area except us are of questionable loyalty. I can't see the Crown increasing any of their powers by giving them more land.

Also which Massey is currently the squire of the King? I can't see him in the document.

>>4791365
>>4791374
based

>>4791815
The squire would be Justin Massey. I just haven't finished putting in all of the Massey details yet. A few other houses also need work.

>I remember we had a chance to seat Vaeron in the Rambton seat and try to claim it for him. Who did these lands go to now?

Did you? There was some player discussion along that front, but I don't recall if I weighed in on it or not. I can think of a couple of ways you could go about that, though. Either way, the ownership of the lands hasn't been resolved yet beyond that Rambton is going to be stuck with just their port town on the southern tip of Sweetport Sound.

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“I intend to get some air. These castles are awfully chilly. You’d think it’s late fall. That just won’t do, not at all. Oh, and I suppose I’ll be needing my sword and armor. For getting air, you understand,” you tell your knight.

“My lord, if you are looking for a winesink or… other establishment,” Ser Byron starts in with a mothering tone.

“I’m not. Not now at least. My lady wife used to hate the thought of me fighting. Now? I’m not quite sure how she feels about me. Aren’t you curious? Just a bit? No?” you toss his way with a hungry grin.

In truth… you’re still a touch sore over the Sack as well. You can abide a good sack, that’s just the way of things, but a good sack that was not. You were there, and you saw one too many dead children clogging the gutters to much appreciate these gold grubbers’ notion of a well-fought war. Someone ought to show them how real men fight their battles. Why not you?

You can’t help but admire the craftsmanship of your new armor as you don it. The burnished gold scales coating the breastplate catch the morning light just so. Freakish light too. You could easily get away with wearing it to a feast without one of these mountain merchants thinking you’re about to test out if they really do shit gold. And you’re not the only one to appreciate your newest fashion. Nigh on half the bailey of Lann’s Keep takes notice of your as you swagger out the hall and onto practice yard with the cocksure ease of a sellsword captain while the regulars go about their training and sparring. You can’t say you recognize the lot of them. Just… hah. Ser Leroy Lannister. That was an awfully short hunt. He at least looks abashed. You suppose highborn courtesy requires an excuse for cutting a conversation short. Too bad you’re not highborn. As for the others, a bunch of lions stamped on a motley of colors and a couple of other mountain creatures besides, a few badgers and boars. Lannys, Lantells, Lann—somethings. You’ve not quite gotten around to learning them all. What you do get around to is catching a conversation, or at least half of one.

>>4791883
“Savage sort. Took a good man’s hand off in a brothel,” says an overfed knight with an embroidered boar all but screaming against his brown surcoat. A pair of other knights stand with him. One has a red cow or some something to that effect displayed. You just need to find one with a chicken and perhaps whichever Rambton you haven’t yet killed and then you’ll have a proper barn going. Whatever the cow knight says, it passes over you. He’s at least not fool enough to talk like he’s in a hall.

“—the brothel bit don’t matter. He was still good, I’d stake my honor on it. Point is that one was in the brothel. And you know what they say of him and Lady Lydden, don’t you? Think about it. She got with that dragonspawn ‘fore we so much as won the war,” the boar knight continues.

Your opponent
>Interrupt them. You’re really itching to hear just what this boar knight has to say. He might be the biggest knight in the yard, but the bigger they are… [Valyrian]
>Ignore them. They are beneath your notice. You would rather see what stuff the Heir to Lannisport is made of. [Captain]
>You wouldn’t mind a bit of banter as a warm-up of sorts. Mock them first. Whoever gets worked up enough to try you first can have the honors. [Sellsword]
>Something else.

Sub vote:
>Live steel. These types didn’t get enough of a chance to bleed in the war. [Valyrian]
>Tourney weapons. You don’t want to be bothered over killing a knight as a guest. [Captain]

Quick note on the weapons choice, if you want to use your sword, then that's live steel. If you want to play it safe or avoid risking anyone's life, then that's going to be with a standard sword instead. This is open overnight. Thanks for playing.

>>4791877
It was in Thread 8: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/4341421/

Your post (4366810) : The first option here specifically.
"Alright. Looks like making a statement is a clear winner. There's a few ways I can see this going with you up in what's basically the throne here. Are you:

>Trying to assert a claim over this land. Perhaps by landing Vaeron as has been suggested earlier
>Just looking to give some inspirational words for the fight to come
>Something else? Vague desire for compensation or something more specific like you just want the girl, etc?"

Where we chose the inspirational words option. The talk amongst anons later was regarding taking over Massey lands, which you shot down for lack of any claim. But if we can try to take over these Rambton lands instead I'd like to try at least.

>>4791888
>>You wouldn’t mind a bit of banter as a warm-up of sorts. Mock them first. Whoever gets worked up enough to try you first can have the honors. [Sellsword]
>Tourney weapons. You don’t want to be bothered over killing a knight as a guest. [Captain]
injuring someone or getting ourselves injured over literally nothing is not worth it

>>4791888
>You wouldn’t mind a bit of banter as a warm-up of sorts. Mock them first. Whoever gets worked up enough to try you first can have the honors. [Sellsword]

>Live steel. These types didn’t get enough of a chance to bleed in the war. [Valyrian]

>>4791901
Ahh, thanks. Yeah, the Massey lands just don't make any sense. You don't really have a claim to the Rambton lands either, but at least there you still have Tyanna Rambton to press a claim with if you were looking to push it. She's close in age to Vaeron's son. It wouldn't be a sure thing, but it's at least a plausible foot in the door if you wanted to make a case at court. Pretty sure that has come up once or twice in the discussions. I think I marked her down in the house document as a ward of Lord Guncer Sunglass, but she should still be a ward at your castle as of right now. Lord Guncer just expressed an interest in taking her off your hands.

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Having finished with his own needy Queen, Elsweyr returns his attention to the smutty novel Sansa read, removing his boar tusk bookmark.

“Now, Ser Aurion,” Rhaella bites her lower lip, stifling a moan as the rugged, former commoner ever so gradually thrusts his hips to meet hers in an intimate embrace, dry humping her covered slit, hidden behind the material of her skirts, with the protruding phallus tenting his breeches. “I don’t believe you are here for the ~pleasure~ of my company.”

Her voice hitches on that wonderful word ‘pleasure’ as Aurion’s sizable Valyrian steel sword - and I’m not talking about Zallabar’s scimitar, if you know what I mean ;0 - presses against an engorged sweet spot. Let’s just say, if I were to mention the “little man in the boat” right now, I’m not talking about Tyrion drinking himself to death on a ship wondering about where do whores go, okay? Let me be clear - The Narrow Sea ain’t the only thing that’s wet right now.

Aurion chuckles to himself, continuing to tease the queen with his cock-sure attitude. “You may be surprised, Your Grace.”

“What is it that you ~need~?” she needfully asks, tightening her grip around his bulging biceps and back muscles with her own mounting need to be mounted.

“I sought only to ensure you were well taken care of, Your Grace,” he continues his flirtations, fine tuning the angle of his pelvic attack in response to her reactions while he speaks. “I would be a poor host to do anything less. I must confess to being troubled to see you have been mishandled in some way. Is this something I may be able to /assist/ with?”

The silver-haired beauty squirms at Aurion’s verbal and physical attention. “You are too ~kind~, ser. However, it is nothing for you to ~concern~ yourself with. My husband is simply a very… ~passionate~ man. He sometimes forgets himself with all of his ~burdens~.”

With every rage inducing lie, Aurion thrusts himself into Rhaella’s weak spot, drawing her ever closer to the apex. Eventually, he can no longer stomach to hear of this Dragon King’s brutish behavior and forgets himself, gripping the beauteous Queen by her chin and forcing her to maintain eye contact with his fierce, one-eyed stare. “/I/ am a passionate man, Your Grace. Your husband /must/ be something else. No matter my burdens, the only thing I would ever consider beating your face with is my dick after you begged me for it. . . Your Grace.”

Queen Rhaella Targaryen shudders at the rugged man’s manly, guttural declaration, one last violent, rolling wave crashing into the ship and causing both individuals to jolt, their privates on the ship deck smooshing together as Rhaella’s building pleasure simultaneously rolls through her body like a massive wave, crashing at the zenith of its arc unto Aurion’s vast mast, breaking apart as seawater begins to pour and leak from the compromised female vessel’s lower decks.

>>4791934
Actually that sounds better than what I was thinking of. Get Tyanna Rambton and her future betrothed Auric as vassals. It also frees up one of our children from having to marry one of Vaeron's children, if we can convince Janesa that this is enough. She'll probably try to educate Auric in running a household like her so that he can rule in Tyanna's name. Yeah, we should try it.

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Aurion makes a mental note to get one of the crew to mop this section of the Sea Shryke’s deck as she shrieks on the deck.

“Take me, Aurion,” Queen Rhaella Targaryen begs in the aftermath of her climax.

“As you wish, Your Grace,” he replies smoothly. “I may not be able to assist you in matters of justice, but I can assist you in this and mayhaps further upon Dragonstone. If it would /please/ you.”

“It would,” the Queen moans, suckling on the former mercenary’s thumb in the afterglow of her naval experience.

The two figures break apart at Aurion’s insistence and he escorts Rhaella below decks. Her two ladies in waiting approach to intercept and Aurion initially believes the Queen will simply order them to let her pass, now that she finally has a chance to be intimate with a man who doesn’t despise her.

Instead, she orders the flush faced, heavy breathing females, legs rubbing together with desire after witnessing your undeniably arousing seduction of their Queen, to accompany her to his bedchambers on the ship.

Astounded by her decision, Aurion looks at the woman incredulously.

“You are kind and charming,” Queen Rhaella admits. “But I know I cannot handle your roughness alone. My handmaidens will absorb the brunt of your vigorous passions so all that remains for our own lovemaking is gentleness.”

“Will they now?”

Little did the Dragon Queen realize, Aurion was well accustomed to these sorts of engagements.

Once the foursome was on the bed, stripped down to only the essentials necessary for this encounter, Rhaella’s ladies functioned as the guards intent on preventing Aurion’s passage through the Dragon Gate at the costs of their own heads - maidenheads, that is - while the Queen laid back luxuriously, watching the commotion as she entertained herself in anticipation of whatever was left of the sellsword once he had slaked the bulk of his lusts.

Aurion picked these highborn Westerosi women apart with ease, reducing them to malleable putty in his hands here in the bedroom as easily as he would demolish young, untrained boys on the battlefield.

>>4791888
>You wouldn’t mind a bit of banter as a warm-up of sorts. Mock them first. Whoever gets worked up enough to try you first can have the honors. [Sellsword]

>Tourney weapons. You don’t want to be bothered over killing a knight as a guest. [Captain]
Killing someone just as an excuse for us to blow off steam doesn’t seem worth the trouble

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The presence of Rhaella’s handmaidens invigorated the natural born lady killer more than they distracted him and exhausted Rhaella more than protected her as she brought herself to several more peaks watching his sexual prowess in action with rapt attention, awed, amazed and aroused by the stud. The only intriguing element of Aurion devouring his light appetizer was when he demonstrated his absolute mastery of mattress acting, turning the Queen’s handmaids upon each other in the depths of his depravity, both girls already so far gone by that point from his ministrations, slathered in sweat, saliva and the seaman’s masculine fluids, that they nipped and played with each other at his sensually gruff insistence without a hint of restraint or doubt, despite their supposed lack of attraction for each other or the female form in general, simply because of how well he had manipulated them with his touch and overwhelmed their senses with rapturous pleasure over the course of the encounter despite the initially two on one nature of it, having filled them to the brim with a seemingly endless supply of his liquid excretions that didn’t soften the seaman’s ship mast in the slightest by the end.

After they were dealt with, near unconscious and busy mindlessly pursuing further heights of pleasure by experimenting with one another, Aurion moved on to the main course: a feast of a Queen fit for a King that didn’t hurt the woman he supposedly loved, though Aurion Shryke would not call himself such.

Aurion ravished and ravaged Rhaella again and again, guiding the wet, willing and submissive woman to and from every naughty position in which he wished to indulge with such a high status, classy lady. Tears of joy streamed from The Queen’s eyes as she passively experienced the sexual ecstasy, relishing the sweet, safe domination of a lover who cared for her wellbeing like a brother might rather than her brother lover who behaved like neither. She urged Aurion onward as he showed her a warmth and affection she hadn’t known or felt since her unfortunately chaste romance with Ser Bonifer Hasty. Rhaella screamed her love for Aurion and his hard body to the seven heavens above, urging him not to pull out and praying for his seed to quicken in her womb rather than her abusive husband’s dragon juice.

By the end of the journey to Dragonstone - all of which Aurion and Rhaella spent together on that bed - she /had/ begged him to bless her face with a flagellating from his fleshy bludgeon and much to his chagrin - ironic though it may be - the consensual bruise it left behind on Rhaella’s cheek was twice as large as that left behind by Mad King Aerys’ feeble fist.

Nine months later, a young girl Daenerys Targaryen was born. But that’s a story for another time. ;)

>>4791955
Get back to your own thread, they put on a short play in an attempt to farm another fate point to use so Khal Drogo get's stricken with ED.

>>4791948
>>4791951
>>4791955
How can one man be so based? I'm in awe.

>>4791888
>Interrupt them. You’re really itching to hear just what this boar knight has to say. He might be the biggest knight in the yard, but the bigger they are… [Valyrian]

>Live steel. These types didn’t get enough of a chance to bleed in the war. [Valyrian]

Mocking them first isn't smart. They can say we started it if someone gets hurt.

>>4791883
BOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR

>>4791955
jesas, this is a blue board

>4791888
>Interrupt them. You’re really itching to hear just what this boar knight has to say. He might be the biggest knight in the yard, but the bigger they are… [Valyrian]
>Live steel. These types didn’t get enough of a chance to bleed in the war. [Valyrian]
mad aurion

>>4791934
I know its been over a year since you wrote the opening, but who were Queen Rhaella's two handmaidens? Random schmucks since the other 5 at the feast on Dragon Stone didn't recognize Aurion. Also, do you have a pic of Desmera Gargalen (garglin' balls more like) since she's the subject of my next fanfic

>>4792069
You haven't read that far, but two of the handmaidens are actually lovers in the quest, and we rescue them in the last thread, taking one of them to our home. It will be hilarious if this was how they got involved with each other.

>>4791888
>>You wouldn’t mind a bit of banter as a warm-up of sorts. Mock them first. Whoever gets worked up enough to try you first can have the honors. [Sellsword]
>Live steel. These types didn’t get enough of a chance to bleed in the war. [Valyrian]
If we can't fight a boar in Joffrey quest, we must do it here.

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>>4792069
The nameless two with the queen on the ship in the first thread are septas meant to protect her virtue. Aerys was extremely paranoid that she was cucking him.

I really need to just make a thread 1-10 recap at this point. A 6 month break after 260k words on the story posts alone is a bitch to catch up on, as the lower vote count clearly shows.

>>4791602
Yeah, don't worry about it. I've been following along and occasionally Redwyneposting. The /qtg/ is full of complete retards and is worthless as a metric for anything.

So far, I'm seeing:

4 for bantering first, 2 for calling out the shit talker directly. Then 4 for live steel, 2 for blunted weapons.

I'm closing the vote in an hour.

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

I got distracted after finding my old link to the House Naeltarys thread.

>Can I get 1 roll of 6d6 for Persuasion (Taunt) and another roll of 4d6 for Awareness (Notice)?

Opposing Taunt roll is in this post (4D+1B).

Rolled 4, 6, 2, 6, 3, 5 = 26 (6d6)

>>4792794

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

>>4792794

Hope the Bo1 doesn't screw us in combat. Was House Naeltarys a quest?

>>4792800
3 degrees. That'll have him drawing first with no need for a second round of banter rolls.

>>4792806
1 degree of success.

>>4792816
https://archived.moe/qst/thread/1826399/

No because the QM did house creation which rarely works out. I've still included it as a canon house in this setting because I like sprinkling in that sort of thing.

>OP takes a Clawman house for his name
>Presents the option of running with a Dragonstone house or a Clawman house coupled with an OC breakdown of Clawman house bonuses that he clearly prepped for
>Valyrian house is chosen
>anons push for a bunch of snowflakey additions
>turn it into a dual MC setup with male and female twins
>female is the diplomancer as usual
>male is the fighter
>huge incest push, of course
>OP ghosts

TALE AS OLD AS TIIIIIIIIIIIIME.

>>4792823
That's hilarious. I see the anons pushing for Cruel as a vice too, for some rape and pillage to add to the mix. Of course OP ghosted.

>>4792823
>>OP ghosts

He was weak

>>4792823
Could've been hot desu

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

As you approach the gossipers, you note Sers Osmund Cave and Warren Myre lurking on the outskirts of the yard, two knights of Crackclaw Point who serve as your lady wife’s guards. Curiously, Ser Cave slips away back into the keep while Ser Myre contents himself with watching. You don’t think your household knights have ever seen you fight before. No great surprise there. You don’t spar very often, prompting Vaeron and a couple of your sergeants to jestingly bemoan your laziness. The truth is, you’re prone to losing yourself to rage in personal combat. You don’t spar with your men for fear of killing them. Only Vaeron who you know has a reasonable chance of fending you off gets that honor.
“Lot’ve chattering going on out here. Suppose these sorts would rather fight with their tongues. Save the blooding for the women and children, eh?” you remark to Ser Byron. You favor the boar knight in particular with a lingering look of amusement. You know what he was just spouting, and you want him to know you know. To your mild surprise, he doesn’t bite your bait. Either a coward or sharper than he looks. Curious.

“You’d know, sellsword. Is that rapespawn upstairs yours or were you horned by some other deranged Valyrian first?

“This might surprise you what with that rat’s face you’re sporting, but some ladies actually enjoy the attentions of real men,” you lazily reply.

“So, she just went and whored herself out to the first dragon’s mutt to fondle her cunt. That makes it better. Small wonder Lord Lydden rid himself of her so easily. Disgraceful,” his lip curls in distain.

“Spoken like the sort’ve craven whose experience with women doesn’t go much past holding them down in a Fleabottom alley with his mates around to help tug him off,” you shrug.

“Say that with a sword in your hand, scum,” the knight says while turning as red as his sigil.

“There should be a my lord in there somewhere. You know my name. Doesn’t much matter what yours is,” you absentmindedly correct while walking past him and making a show of examining the weapon rack. “These are all wrong. Toys for poxy squires. Do they make weapons for men in the west?”

“I have your real steel right here, upstart,” says the red cow knight. He impatiently holds out a hand as a squire hurriedly fetches him a boar spear with the tip wrought in the likeness of a flame.

“We will see,” you say with a growing grin, drawing your own blade with a flourish.

>Can I get 1 roll of 3d6 for Agility (Quickness)? Opposing roll above.

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

>>4792927

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

>>4792927

>>4792928
>16 vs a 5
You have initiative for this round, so I'll roll for your opponent after your damage has been allocated.

>Can I get 1 roll of 6d6+2 for Fighting?

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

>>4792940

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

>>4792950
>17, 2 degrees vs CD 9. 18 dmg -10 AR = 8 dmg. Opponent will take an injury to mitigate that to 4. 8/12 HP remaining. 1/4 Injuries.

Opposing fighting roll is in this post. 4D+1B

>>4792960
ouch

>>4792960
That'll be 9 dmg to your 12 HP. Do you want to take an injury to make that 5 dmg and activate your Berseker benefit for an extra attack? Short vote.

>Yes
>No

>>4792973
>Yes

I'm rolling this whole fight up in one go and putting it all in one story update. That way it doesn't turn into a 3 day slog.

>>4792973
>yes

>>4792973
Yes

>>4792685
>Redwyneposting

Idk whether to be disgusted or impressed. I will settle for both.

>>4792981
>>4792984
>>4793006

>Can I get 1 more roll of 5d6+2 for Fighting? (Bonus dice don't apply to Berserker.)

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

>>4793019

>>4793023
Or I guess that should've been 5d6+1 with the -1 from the injury. 22, then. 3 degrees either way for 24 dmg -10 AR -4 from 2nd injury= 10 dmg for -2 HP. Secondary Characters can take injuries but not wounds, so he's in the dirt with that hit. I'll post the fight in a few hours, but I have one last vote to go with it.

>Kill him. He will serve as an example for those Westermen that seem so eager to insult your family and try you over your choice of bride. [Valyrian]
>Spare him. You've made your point. [Captain]

>>4793033
>>Spare him. You've made your point. [Captain]
Really no reason to kill him

>>4793033
>Kill him. He will serve as an example for those Westermen that seem so eager to insult your family and try you over your choice of bride. [Valyrian]

>>4793033
>Kill him. He will serve as an example for those Westermen that seem so eager to insult your family and try you over your choice of bride. [Valyrian]

>>4793033
>>Spare him. You've made your point. [Captain]

>>4793033
>Kill him. He will serve as an example for those Westermen that seem so eager to insult your family and try you over your choice of bride. [Valyrian]

Fuck this guy

>>4793033
>Kill him. He will serve as an example for those Westermen that seem so eager to insult your family and try you over your choice of bride. [Valyrian]

>>4793033
>>Spare him. You've made your point. [Captain]
There is no reason whatsoever to kill him.

>>4793033
>>Kill him. He will serve as an example for those Westermen that seem so eager to insult your family and try you over your choice of bride. [Valyrian]

>>4793033
We out here trying to not piss off our wife and already we're killing dudes in the street lmao.
>Spare him. You've made your point. [Captain]

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Intrigued by this smutty novel that has so ensorcelled Sansa’s attention, Elsweyr forges on, curious to read what happens next.

[CHAPTER 2: The Dornish Deception]

After the recently upjumped cutthroat manages to dislodge himself from the dragon he’s grown accustomed to mounting on the last day of the journey to Dragonbone, Aurion and his companions - specifically his childhood friend Vaeron and Qartheen paymaster Janesa, the two of whom are married with children - gather together to plot their next move. They agree to switch sides out of strategic necessity, but deep down Aurion knows he is only joining the Stags because of the Dragon King’s horrible mistreatment of his wife. There was more than mere lust in that tryst with the technically unfaithful Queen Rhaella - Aurion’s body had been a momentary escape from her tortuous marriage.

Before their betrayal, however, the Strormbringers mercenary company leaders planned to attend a feast on Dragonstone held in Queen Rhaella’s honor that she herself had encouraged Aurion to attend while he had been in the midst of bending her in half. There, he might meet a suitable match for marriage among her actual ladies-in-waiting as opposed to the two septas who were tasked with ensuring Rhaella’s faithfulness currently sixty nining in the corner of the bedroom while their Queen is taken for all she’s worth.

Attending the party held on that gloomy isle in the Great Hall of the Stone Drum tower, carved in the shape of a huge dragon lying on its belly - Aurion smiles that this marks the second time he’ll have had his fun inside a dragon.

The new knight of Stormgrave and his companions find their seats and indulge in the festivities. The trio commiserate on which of the five marriageable women Ser Shryke should pursue and, like the glutton he is, he chooses two of them.

As Aurion and his best friend from childhood Vaeron approach, the narrative takes a twist Elsweyr wasn’t expecting . . .

“This is the sellsword captain we have heard so much of?” an olive-skinned Dornish woman with tied back hair drawls. Oddly, her hungry gaze is aimed at Vaeron, who glances back at Aurion questioningly. The two sellswords have played this game before. Not everyone appreciates being deceived, but it has proven amusing in their shared past. He could easily dance with the others pretending to be you while you play the part of Ser Vaeron with your two partners for the evening.

One look at Aurion's expression tells Vaeron his evening is about to become complicated, but he rolls with the punches of his ally’s antics. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“My Ladies, may I present Captain Aurion Shryke of the Stormbringers free company, now Knight of Stormgrave,” Captain Aurion announces on Vaeron’s behalf, earning himself a huff from Janesa.

Lady Desmera Gargalen, the apparently oblivious Dornishwoman, takes to eying Vaeron up and down as if sizing up an opponent.

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Satisfied with whatever she’s seen, she bites down on her lower lip and offers her hand, which he takes with an apologetic glance back to Janesa. His wife isn’t used to sharing him and it shows on her face, but she makes no move to stop him. Yet.

“My sworn sword wishes to dance with Lady Celtigar,” Vaeron whispers to his new dancing partner, earning a derisive scoff from the warrior woman.

“Then he should be more bold and less of a craven,” she complains, before turning her head and calling out, “Constance! Come dance with Ser Vaeron and leave these birds to their chattering.”

Lady Desmera ignores the angry glares this declaration earns her from her fellow ladies-in-waiting and instead focuses her attention back on the hulking Valyrian warrior she dances with.

Vaeron gulps as Desmera’s hands gracefully wander his muscular form while the two of them glide together in sync, her leading his comparatively clumsy feet in the dance. “You’re a bold woman, my lady” he awkwardly says, sneaking further apologetic glances in Janesa’s direction, his wife growing angrier and angrier by the second as she watches this dusky woman fondle her man.

Lady Gargalen chuckles. “Not as bold as you, according to the rumors. Is it true you fucked the dragon queen and the two septas meant to safeguard her cunt, Ser Shryke.” She rests her head against his rock solid pecs, pressing her pelvis up against his to feel the outline of his meat sword with the swell of her thighs.

Vaeron starts to sweat uncomfortably. “/I/ certainly haven’t,” he tells the technical truth.

The dornish girl snorts in annoyance. “Of course not. That foreign paramour of yours who you keep stealing looks towards clearly has your balls in a vice grip, I can tell. She would fight Queen Rhaella to keep you all to herself. Well, I like a man who can keep up with me in the bedroom or on the battlefield and I believe you more than satisfy both criteria. I want you for myself and no jealous, foreign mistress is going to stop me from getting what I want.”

Desmera’s slender, brown fingers dip low, wiggling under the hem of Vaeron’s breeches, gripping what he’s rocking below the belt with a tight squeeze.

The Valyrian mercenary nearly jumps in place at the sudden sensation.

Janesa has had enough. She stands up and starts marching over to where Ser Vaeron and Lady Gargalen are clutching one another.

“Please,” Vaeron tries to explain as Desmera continues stroking him, “You don’t understand. We have to -”

“Don’t worry,” the hot-blooded female cuts him off. “I’ve dealt with her type before. I’ll settle this dispute with the giantess, woman to woman.”

As Janesa Anaris reaches the coupled dancers, Desmera breaks away from Vaeron in one swift, fluid action and grabs the Qartheen paymaster by the wrist and hip, dragging Vaeron’s wife forcefully into another dance - this one far more confrontational than the last.

>>4793033
>>Spare him. You've made your point. [Captain]
jesas, why kill :( killing is bad when there is no profit for it

>>4793033
>Spare him. You've made your point. [Captain]

No reason to kill him

>>4793036
>>4793085
>>4793119

Prove you're not samefags right fucking now

>>4793125
lol

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>>4793125
I was thinking of using HTML but paint will do

>>4793125
Shut up get back to writing in the other thread QM
*cracks whip*

>>4793135
~Yes Daddy~

I-I-I m-mean, uhh, fuck you

>>4793125
First vote in this thread, discount it if you want

There's a reason to kill him right in the vote choice. These little faggots have been salty about us since before the wedding.

>>4793033
>Kill him. He will serve as an example for those Westermen that seem so eager to insult your family and try you over your choice of bride. [Valyrian]

no one should disrespect our various wives except us

>>4793214
except when said social situation involves women

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Janesa is taken off guard at being swept up into the steps of the Westerosi dance by another woman, guided around the floor of the Great Hall by one quite shorter than her. Their strange coupling in this event draws a few strange looks, but sensing the challenge inherent in the smaller girl’s behavior Janesa refuses to back down by letting go, instead demonstrating her own noble breeding by keeping in time with the steps and standing as tall and proud as possible, towering over her lesser.

“Keep your hands off my prized consort, Sunset girl,” Lady Anaris mutters darkly down to the Dornish girl. “You may drool over him from afar, but you can’t touch.”

Desmera looks up into Janesa’s haughty face, her own visage plastered with an undaunted, determined smirk as she rises to the fair-skinned foreigner’s bait, looking into the larger lady’s golden irises. “Too late, giantess. Shift your gaze to his crotch and you will see I’ve already roused the dragon.”

Janesa resists the urge to look, unwilling to show weakness by breaking eye contact now. “You grabbed his cock and it hardened, so what? Any little whore can do this. I’ve taken him in every way a man and woman can be joined. I bore him his children.”

“They can stay,” Desmera accepts the prospect of another woman’s bastards. “But you can return to The Land of Always Winter with the rest of the pasty, white giants.”

Janesa grits her teeth. “Dusky dwarf,” she spits the insult, “you are too tiny and too ugly to please him like I. You’d need a stool just to kiss him.”

“Mountains are meant to be climbed,” Lady Gargalen opines, her hand on Janesa’s hip adjusting to pinch the larger woman’s ass, causing the Pureborn to flinch and stifle a squeak. “And tall white trees to be felled. Surely you’re not too craven to fight me for him, since you’re so much bigger than I.”

Lady Anaris scoffs haughtily. “Where I come from, swarthy barbarian, women of high status don’t play at being warriors, especially if they’re so short they wouldn’t even see over the tops of their shields.”

“But they do whore themselves out to landless, lowborn sellswords,” Desmera retorts, earning Janesa’s redoubled ire. She digs her fingernails painfully into Lady Gargalen’s olive-colored skin, who does her best to ignore the hurt as she continues. “Fine, broodmare. If your weapon of choice is your cunt, then I’ll rise to the challenge.”

Janesa raises an eyebrow, confused.

“In the bedroom, we spar with what the Gods granted us both,” Desmera quietly outlines the impromptu terms of this theoretical duel. “To first . . . /blood/,” the Dornish gal emphasizes the euphemism contained in that word, “Or to whoever yields. To whoever passes out, if that’s what you wish. I’ll fuck your consort atop your unconscious body if I must.”

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Janesa cackles at the insanity of this debauched suggestion. “You’re an insane mongrel imp.”

“Craven?” Desmera coyly asks, cocking an eyebrow. “By your own admission, you should be far more experienced in the bedroom arts than I, who wasted so much time learning the sword and spear instead. Too scared to fight for him. Too scared to fuck for him. You’re an elephant terrified of a mouse.”

Janesa shakes with rage. “Fine!” she declares, relenting in agreement to the strange wrestling match. “But you risk nothing in this bout. A wager requires stakes on both ends, yes. So if I triumph, I get to toss your naked body to the men of the Stormbringers free company, to do with as they will for the night.”

“Deal,” Lady Gargalen agrees without hesitation, the idea she might lose not even crossing her mind.



Uhhhh, so, Boggs, if you're reading this . . . how do you want this to play out??

>Lady Desmera Gargalen wins
>Lady Janesa Anaris wins
>Tie

>>4793289
>>Tie

>>4793297
You're not Boggs

>>4793289
>Tie

If only because Janesa would probably win and then seriously consider keeping her.

And this >>4793033 is tied 6-6. Lurkers vote so I can write tonight.

>>4793314
>If only because Janesa would probably win and then seriously consider keeping her.

What a fucking goddamend patrician.

>>4793289
>>Lady Desmera Gargalen wins
I like her spirit

>>4793033
>>Spare him. You've made your point. [Captain]
Taunt Crakehall knight next. Or anyone else in the yard. "Is there no one else?!" I know it's from a movie I'm forgetting the name of. "No one to take on the Storm?"

>>4793033
>>Kill him. He will serve as an example for those Westermen that seem so eager to insult your family and try you over your choice of bride. [Valyrian]

>>4793374
retract your vote right this instant

You know, killing a guy while under guests rights will probably give aurion a preeeeettttttyyyy bad reputation
Like seriously who does that
>>4793033
>Spare him. You've made your point. [Captain]

>>4793374
>>4793395

In the war of 1 id vote samefags, I throw my lot in behind SPARX, the bringer of tiebreaks

>>4793444
Please Ser, I've been patiently waiting for your return to your own quest. This interest in another man's quest is unbecoming and frankly /improper/ of you.

>>4793444
you better get the fuck back to the BOAR quest or I will rage

>>4793289
>trick has written 4 posts worth of shitpost on another quest instead of updating his own quest

Classic

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A crowd gathers, all thought of drilling and duty gone at the prospect of proper blood sport. You pay them little mind aside from the easy swagger in your pacing. Unlike this knight playing at soldier, you are always ready for war. You favor the red cow knight with a contemptuous snort and shake of your head when his squire finally finishes playing with buckles and straps and makes himself scarce.

The Westerman grips his boar spear with two hands and points it at you with an arrogantly low guard. You make him pay for it, closing the gap far faster than he anticipates and swatting aside the rapidly retracted spear before he can compensate. The very air screams as you deliver a brutal overhead slash upon the hapless knight. He desperately blocks with his outstretched arm, whether by pure animal instinct or in remembrance of his buckler you know not.

The blade careens off to the side with the sound of screeching metal, staggering the knight backwards and staining the white cloth of his elbow joint red. He lashes out with frantic, reckless jabs of his spear to try to ward you off as you advance upon him with unrelenting savagery.

One thrust finds purchase, though the spear scrapes off your breastplate with an eerie note that nearly gives you pause. He tries to redirect it up to your armpit, a weak point, but you surprise him by bringing down your arm and catching the shaft against your breastplate. He yanks the spear back with a cry of, “TIRELESS,” gouging a cut into your arm at the passing of the jagged spear tip.

Your blood boils at the insult of the pain and you begin to lose yourself completely, the stench of charred flesh and acrid tang of wildfire washing over you unbidden and overwhelming your sense of restraint. You grip the spear by the prongs with a snarl and yank the knight forward. He stumbles towards you, eyes white with terror through his visor as you slash out to open his neck and make an end of him.

For reasons you can’t quite place even in the aftermath, you twist the blade up at the last moment and lay it across his visor, rending it and making a ruin of his face beneath. He falls to the dirt screaming in pain, but he will live and remember. “Have we any other talkers? Anyone else have words for House Shryke? No? No one else? You’ve all lost your tongues? IS THERE. NO ONE. ELSE?” you roar at the crowd.

>>4793738
And then you see her. Cerelle. The ring of onlookers is parted around her, in no small part because of the two Clawman knights flanking her. She looks pale as death as she stares at you in your bloodied state.

“What is this,” a commanding voice cuts through the low, cautious din. The Lord Tyler Lannister, Cerelle’s cousin, steps to her side and surveys the yard. He notes his son and beckons him over.

“Ser Forrest Prester made untoward comments of Lady Shryke in Lord Shryke’s hearing. Words were exchanged and Ser Prester thought to settle the matter with live steel,” Ser Leroy Lannister answers.

“Then it seems I now owe you an apology, Lord Aurion, that guest right seems to count for so little among those of Feastfires,” Lord Tyler states with that cool courtesy you’ve begun to expect from his breed. He nods to a pair of ornately garbed guardsmen to take the knight. You’re not quite sure if it’s to a dungeon or a maester, though you’re past caring. You’re looking at your wife.

“Upstairs. Now,” she says, turning back for the keep and ignoring the chuckles of some of the onlookers. Not quite trusting your voice as you come down from the worst of your bloodlust, you give the Lord of Lannisport a curt nod and follow in Cerelle’s stormy wake, idly curious as to what this will bring.

“Take—take that off. The armor,” she gestures with a wavery voice as soon as you reach the chambers. She takes in a sharp breath as you oblige her and expose the blood sopping through your padded undershirt from your arm. “Ciara!” she calls.

Her healer, another Crackclaw minion, rushes in from the adjoining room and looks to you with confusion. “Did you fight a boar?” she asks.

“A bull, as it happens,” you quip.

“Enough. Just—just fix it. Now,” Cerelle cuts in. The Clawwoman gets to work setting the cut to rights doing whatever it is healers do. You don’t much like the paste she rubs on it before she dresses it with a strip of linen, but you suppose you’ve dealt with worse.

“Will it heal? How does it look?” Cerelle asks.

“Looks like a cut as any other, my lady,” Ciara answers, clearly not as impressed or put off by the wound as your lady wife.

Your wife continues inspecting it anyway before apparently settling on the same conclusion. “You may leave… thank you,” Cerelle tells the healer. She grabs you by your good arm and drags you… to the nursery.

>>4793574
Trick was actually George Martin all along, stopped his own story to work on spin offs. Bogg Quest is Joff Quest's Fire and Blood book.

>>4793740
“Look at him,” Cerelle demands in a half-whisper. You do. Cerion lays sprawled out asleep on his back in his needlessly luxurious crib, arms oddly placed as if he were flexing them. He has a tuft of wispy white-blonde hair atop his head. It’ll likely darken some, but probably not too much. He has the chubby cheeks of a lad whose gone on his fair share of benders courtesy of your favorite pair of teats. Somehow, watching him like this makes you feel like everything will work ou—

She drags you back out to the bedchambers. “Do you want him to grow up without you? Do you? Of all the stupid, idiotic, in a storm?” she rants like you’ve never heard her rant before.

“I—right. What’ve I done wrong? The sailing, is it? Not the duel?” you puzzle.

She paces and runs a hand through her golden hair in frustration. “Do you ever just take a moment and think? What else?”

“What else, what?” you say.

“What else is there that I am missing. I haven’t seen you for nearly five months and I have only heard that you have been as reckless as your namesake. Speak. Explain. Give me something,” Cerelle demands. Pleads, even.

>Tell her everything. Everything. You are what you are, and you’ve done what you’ve done. That’s it. She can sort out what she wants to make of it all, with your help of course, and it may be that you can come out of this all the better for it. [Valyrian]
>Give her the abridged version of events. She doesn’t need to know everything, least of all anything involving any mistakes you might’ve made, just the hard facts of the outcomes of the battles and the state of things along your part of the Narrow Sea. [Captain]
>Downplay, downplay, downplay. Except when you really need to upplay, of course. [Sellsword]
>Something else/something to add.

Open overnight.

>>4793744
>>Tell her everything. Everything. You are what you are, and you’ve done what you’ve done. That’s it. She can sort out what she wants to make of it all, with your help of course, and it may be that you can come out of this all the better for it. [Valyrian]
Sleep in the bed we made anons

>>4793744
>Tell her everything. Everything. You are what you are, and you’ve done what you’ve done. That’s it. She can sort out what she wants to make of it all, with your help of course, and it may be that you can come out of this all the better for it. [Valyrian]

The only chad option.

>>4793214
This is me. ID changed.

>>4793744
>>Tell her everything. Everything. You are what you are, and you’ve done what you’ve done. That’s it. She can sort out what she wants to make of it all, with your help of course, and it may be that you can come out of this all the better for it. [Valyrian]

Lay out Aurion's side in all this. What we were thinking, etc. At the moment we went to wage 'pointless wars' in Massey's Hook, we were waiting on information from Cleo about the payment sent to Braavos. We had even promised one of our children for this information. It was either that or walking in blind in Braavos. Wasn't Cerelle the one to tell us not to take any unnecessary risks?

And we didn't just go gallivanting in Massey's Hook. Both Rambton and Massey were as much immediate threats to us as the Braavos threat. We killed Rambton and took his daughter as a ward. Secured Sharp Point, and the force we went with also captured Stonedance. All of this worked to eliminate direct threats to us in the neighbourhood.

And the Battle of the Storm was us trying to live up to Cerelle's ideals. We told her we'd be a hero for her, and Dragonstone was exactly that. A chance to cement a legacy for us and our children forever. Was it stupid, yes. But Aurion is a reckless bastard at his core. She asked if Aurion ever just takes a moment and think? Well, clearly not. Because it's worked out well for us so far.

Tell her about our frustrations between being a sellsword and a lord. How we had more freedom as a sellsword than as a lord. Nobody looked down on Aurion for his birth, rich magisters were bending over backwards to please Aurion. And now everyone we meet looks down at us with scorn and envy. A part of Aurion went for this mission in Massey's Hook because that's who he is. It felt good to step out in the field again, away from the stuffy clothes and the bickering lords. We are not sure if we could ever be something other than this.

>>4793744
>>Tell her everything. Everything. You are what you are, and you’ve done what you’ve done. That’s it. She can sort out what she wants to make of it all, with your help of course, and it may be that you can come out of this all the better for it. [Valyrian]
Big power plays.

>>4793789
Oh and also tell her about the wildfire, watching Trios melt down and the bit with the shield with her face on it melting down (which was also the moment Aurion realised he loved her, if I remember correctly), driving us into a berserker rage. It awakened the dragon, so to speak. And we're not sure if it can go to sleep again.

>>4793744
>>Tell her everything. Everything. You are what you are, and you’ve done what you’ve done. That’s it. She can sort out what she wants to make of it all, with your help of course, and it may be that you can come out of this all the better for it. [Valyrian]
yo know what, fuck it. This is not the first bad decision that Aurions made. She deserves full disclosure.

>>4793744
>Give her the abridged version of events. She doesn’t need to know everything, least of all anything involving any mistakes you might’ve made, just the hard facts of the outcomes of the battles and the state of things along your part of the Narrow Sea. [Captain]

>>4793744
>Downplay, downplay, downplay. Except when you really need to upplay, of course. [Sellsword]

>>4793789
+1

>>4793744
>>Give her the abridged version of events. She doesn’t need to know everything, least of all anything involving any mistakes you might’ve made, just the hard facts of the outcomes of the battles and the state of things along your part of the Narrow Sea. [Captain]

>>4793744
>Tell her everything. Everything. You are what you are, and you’ve done what you’ve done. That’s it. She can sort out what she wants to make of it all, with your help of course, and it may be that you can come out of this all the better for it. [Valyrian]

This is a horrible decision, let’s see how it plays out

Do we have some Glory Points left to use as bonus dice for whatever we roll for persuading Cerelle?

>>4794422
Nah, you spent the last of your Glory on building Brothels.

>>4794507
no regrets

>>4794507
Of course we did. Call it a hunch, but the dice gods may be angry.

Alright, I'm going to call it for telling her everything. This is a lot of ground to cover with her and I don't feel that a single roll should determine it all. So, can I get:

>1 roll of 7d6 for Convince for your priorities in focusing on immediate threats and opportunities over suppositions you couldn't as easily see
>1 roll of 5d6 for Warfare (Strategy) for explaining your fool-proof surfing expedition
>1 roll of 8d6 for Charm in garnering some sympathy on your difficulties in adjusting to this stiffling lifestyle being imposed upon you leading to your various indulgences when you were back on the road like the good old times
>1 roll of 7d6 for Convince on your totally awesome investments of your ill-gotten gold

Rolled 1, 1, 3, 1, 2, 6, 4 = 18 (7d6)

>>4794656

Rolled 6, 1, 5, 4, 6, 3, 5, 3 = 33 (8d6)

>>4794656
I'm really scared that I'll fuck this up. Dice gods give me strength!

Rolled 1, 1, 5, 1, 4 = 12 (5d6)

>>4794656

>>4794673
>>4794676
Of all the rolls to flub...
The DC on all these is minimum 30, isn't it?

Rolled 1, 4, 5, 6, 5, 6, 3 = 30 (7d6)

>>4794656

All of these have a -1 from the injury. Injuries can be rolled for after 24 hours. Ciara will have a healing roll tomorrow to remove the malus.

>>4794680
Nah. Beyond adding +2 or +4 to some of the more eggregious things in her eyes, I'm not going to artificially inflate DCs with Bo1.

>>4794673
>16 vs DC 18 (Base 14+4). Failed.
>>4794675
>31 vs DC 25 (Base 21+4). 2 Degrees of Success???
>>4794676
>10 vs DC 16 (Base 14+2). Critical Failure.
>>4794722
>28 vs DC 14 (Base 14+0). 3 degrees of success.

Putting it all together, she's going to think you're certifiably insane when it comes to military decisions and negligent when it comes to prioritizing your family...

... but she is at least willing to work with you on it and, while she's not the sort to be pleased with all your gallivanting around, can understand if not appreciate why someone like you would do what you've done. She is at least pleased with you keeping the "honest" part of your vows to her. She's also pleasantly surprised by your investment decisions. She's not done with you yet and will be asking certain things of you... tonight, when I have time to actually write.

>>4794758
Schizo protagonist curse strikes Cerelle!

Does the ??? after the 2 degrees of success on the Charm roll mean anything?

>>4794793
No, I just expected it to go worse. There was a 31% chance of outright failure and only a 21% chance of achieving the second degree to make her more sympathetic.

>"My ideas are great" Shryke says while everything is exploding and screaming behind him
>Cerelle looking unconvinced

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>>4794758
Buckle up anons, we might be going down the Dorea mistress route after all.

>>4794758
>1st roll.
Women knows to much about high stakes intrigue or we really live in the now.
>2nd roll.
Bitch, I am better at sailing than a fucking ironborn.
>3rd roll.
She sees a sellsword that can't change and that she will have to take the fucking lead.
>4th roll.
Damn. He actually knows about making money with other ways than fighting.

>>4794897
Nah.
Like every mariage there may be some snags.
We've been away for a bit too long and just have to mend those wounds.

Wasn't there talk last thread about using the leftover dragon scales to whip up a necklace for Cerelle as a peace offering? Might be a good time to break it out now.

>>4795773
i believe the phrase was 'slut-choker' but yes.

>>4795773
>>4795844
Yup, I didn't forget. I was holding off on that until after this part was dealt with.

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“Well, you see what happened is…” you start launching into your explanation of events, leaving very little to Cerelle’s imagination. As with any good tale, you haphazardly start off somewhere in the middle. It’s your favorite part anyway.

“You’re mad,” she interrupts at your recounting of your brilliance in sailing through the storm now known to have been the doom of the bulk of the Targaryen Fleet, only to wreck your ship on the shores of the absolute last place you should’ve been.

“What’s mad about that? It worked, didn’t it?” you point out.

“And you did… what? You simply strutted up to the garrison and offered them terms?” she asks in complete disbelief.

“Aye, that’s the genius of it, really. Gave them a chance at redemption. Fighting for their king and all that. Course, I’m not rightly sure which king they were doing it all for, but I can’t say I much cared aside from it was less men pointing spears at me,” you say.

“Fewer,” she corrects.

“Fewer what?”

“It was a bad plan,” she continues.

“It wasn’t,” you argue.

“It was. Quite honestly, I haven’t the slightest reasonable notion as to how you have lived as long as you have… and you stole from the Lord of Dragonstone, the King’s own brother. Not only did you steal from him, but you took the gold out from under his nose just after making yourself his least favorite lord,” she summarizes.

“I wouldn’t say steal. It wasn’t his gold,” you correct.

“It was his castle. Everything in it belonged to him. The decree had been signed. The Dragons were merely squatting,” she says.

“Well, we earned that gold. He should’ve struck his sails earlier instead off mincing around building new ships,” you tell her.

“Because he had no ships to begin with. The Redwyne Fleet had turned to the west to deal with the Ironborn and the Royal Fleet was defending Dragonstone against him,” she explains, but you already knew that.

“Not my problem,” you shrug. “And any road, the gold’s already gone.”

“And what did you do with the gold?” she warily asks.

“Spent it on the port and the brothels and smelter we needed,” you answer.

Cerelle blinks. “What was the middle one? I swear I heard…”

“Brothels,” you confirm.

“Brothels,” she repeats as if the word were dirty in some way.

“Aye. Brothels. I’ve never owned one before, but it’s long overdue. The lads were like to build their own with their share of the loot if I held off any longer. It’s perfect, really. I pay them, far too much if you ask me, then they take their hard-earned coin and turn around and give it right back to me for a go or three. And the traders’ll like them. Nothing better after crossing a sea,” you add.

“I see you are something of an expert on the subject,” Cerelle comments, her ocean blue eyes narrowing.

>>4795886
“I’d not go that far…” you try, realizing the shaky ground you’re on. “It doesn’t have to be a brothel. A castle would do just fine, say one with a nice view of the sea and some windows of stained glass… a bed that could stand more breaking in,” you smoothly pivot. “It’s just that not everyone’s as lucky as me, blessed even.”

She gives you a noncommittal hum in response, but ultimately agrees with you. “I suppose it may serve to keep your men more in line rather than causing any more property damage,” she concedes. “Overall, you did well, Aurion.”

“Just so,” you smile. Best not to mention the lads’ clamoring for more taverns just yet. “There’s one more thing, though…” you start in on explaining your trysts on the campaign trail.

“I see,” she finally says, cold as ice. You don’t think she so much as blinked through your retelling. “Are there any others? Lady Lyra?”

“Didn’t touch her. She prefers—”

“I know what that degenerate prefers. You prefer rum, do you not? Yet you have no trouble with wine when it is in front of you,” she tersely replies.

“Alright. You’re angry. That’s fair—”

“Angry? Angry? I am angered when I am slighted over seating arrangements. I am angered when I have to bear some fresh insult over my choice of husband or the timing of my son’s birth. You were off having a wonderful time looting and doing your best to make replacements while your true family was running from assassins. How do you think that makes me feel?” your wife snaps.

“I was doing what I thought was best for the family,” you say, ignoring her scoff. “It was choosing between going after some mystery killers off the word of a simple girl and a half-mad pirate or taking the chance to punish their paymasters who were lined up in front of me with their breeches down.”

“They were going nowhere and were all but dealt with. They likely seem the victims to the rest of our neighbors after how hard you and your mob came down on them. And if you think that counts for nothing, then you haven’t the slightest notion as to the world you now live in… and I suppose your whores had their own breeches down and you simply fell into them,” she adds.

“You’re right,” you tell her.

“Excuse me?” she asks, wrongfooted for what must be the dozenth time this conversation.

>>4795890
“I don’t know how to act the highborn, much less the lord. I don’t much like acting the part neither. It’s all so stifling and not just these awful fucking doublets. Seven know I did my best when you were around. I could’ve—” you shake your head, thinking better of starting a list of potential lovers. “I could’ve been worse, but I tried for you much as it’s not me. I love you. Simple as that. I said it when I arrived, and I meant it… I lost a part of myself on Dragonstone, I think. Or gained something. All Seven Hells were opening up around me and that shield… you know the one?” she nods, so you continue. “Some’ve the fire caught it. I saw your likeness melt just like Malaq’s face and all I could think of was you and Cerion and how they would’ve burned you if they had the chance. I lost it. Like the yard but worse. Hacked through their lines like so much chafe. That’s when I knew it. There in all the ashes when the war was done, that’s when I knew I loved you.”

Cerelle buries her face in her hands and rubs at her eyes for a moment before getting up from her seat upon the side of the bed to pour herself some wine. “You say that, but what of this… Dorea? Did you not take up with her just after?”

“She was there, just like she was at Sharp Point. It’s not some slight against you if I feel something for a camp follower. Lots have their trail wives. Ask anyone,” you say.

“She is not your wife. I am,” Cerelle sternly corrects. “I have heard plenty of talk of lords keeping favored whores or mistresses. I could name a few with little effort at tonight’s feast. I can scarcely believe a single one of them loves their wives, not truly.”

“It’s just an expression. Dorea thought—”

“She councils you now?” Cerelle interrupts.

“Just parting words, that’s all. You know she prayed for you and Cerion? She said I should tell you, that you might understand so long as it was just her,” you explain. Cerelle’s expression softens at word of your son.

“Except it was not just her. You had Lady Wendwater first and that is much worse,” Cerelle coolly replies.

“How do you figure?” you ask.

She looks furious all over again for a moment like you’d just given her some fresh insult, but she calms herself and keeps her poise. “She is the Lady of House Wendwater. A peer. Not some cheap thrill for a night. Do you not understand how humiliating that could be for me? Showing up to a feast with everyone present knowing of your missteps and my lack of appeal… I fully intend to turn this right around on her, but it could have been a complete disaster.”

>>4795891
“Hold on, you’re more than appealing. I don’t think I’ve ever more wanted to f—”

“The bastard… was she at least clean?” Cerelle interrupts.

“Aye, she was a maid. Kept to the kitchens. She was thinking of being a septa,” you tiredly answer.

“That is unusual,” Cerelle quirks a brow. “Though I suppose she acted to type in the end… and she is also near Wendwater?”

“Aye.”

“… and is she with child?” your wife asks.

“I…” you frown. “I’m not rightly sure. It was too early to say before I left.”

Cerelle drains her cup. “I know you are… whatever it is you are… but I cannot have you acting the Valyrian and spreading your seed all over the Narrow Sea. Cerrion cannot have that. Shryke is a new name with barely a root to grasp upon. With the right backing, a bastard could very well challenge our son for his rights. We are surrounded by neighbors who would leap upon the chance. We need to see this woman is checked on and, if need be, to see this set to rights.”

“I’m not going to kill her for bearing my seed,” you protest.

She looks as disturbed as you do. “No. Not at all. I am a mother… and I know how you can be,” she sighs and begins to languidly pace the room. “If she is with your child… if it is a boy, he needs to be sidelined. There is no question. Perhaps he could be a septon…”

You say nothing as she continues on, mostly glad that cup hasn’t come crashing towards your head yet. “If it is a girl… that could be useful…” she muses. “Grandmother will never let me hear the end of it… I could accept her raised properly, to be wed to secure an alliance. Seven know we are in desperate need of the sort.”

“That doesn’t sound half bad,” you smile.

Cerelle stops her pacing and stares at you. “I will make you a deal, Aurion. You do like deals. I will bear you one less trueborn for every fresh affair you force me to deal with. I am perfectly content with Cerion,” she says with complete conviction. “I am willing to work with you on your… issues, but you cannot continue on risking Cerion’s future. If you love me as you say you do, then you will work with me as I am working with you. No more wenching.”

>Agree with her. It was all just a wartime fancy. You’ll make a serious effort to keep to her bed, for her sake and for Cerion’s. [Captain]
>Generally agree, but try to make a serious, reasonable case to get her to be more accepting of Dorea. Aegon did it. [Valyrian]
>You don’t agree with her. You either truly love Dorea over her or simply have no interest in trying to keep to your marital bed (Subvote if this option wins on whether or not to lie about it.) [Sellsword]
>Something else.

Open overnight. I will throw out 1-posts that aren't linked back if I suspect any samefagging.

>>4795896
>>Agree with her. It was all just a wartime fancy. You’ll make a serious effort to keep to her bed, for her sake and for Cerion’s. [Captain]

>>4795896
>“I will make you a deal, Aurion. You do like deals. I will bear you one less trueborn for every fresh affair you force me to deal with. I am perfectly content with Cerion,”
This doesn't look like a good deal. We were pushing for three kids and we told her about 2 affairs already. That means no more children. But we promised one child to Janesa and one to Cleo.

>>4795896
>>Generally agree, but try to make a serious, reasonable case to get her to be more accepting of Dorea. Aegon did it. [Valyrian]
>>4795896

>>4795955
Fresh affair. Not counting the last expedition.
>one to Cleo.
She was given more of a "maybe"

>>4795968
So right now the counter is still at 3?

>>4795969
Nothing is set in stone with family planning, but you could call it a vague 3, yes.

>>4795973
I remember a post from you about the relation between affairs and the affection Cerelle has for Aurion, going from big titty loving wife if he has no affairs to distant if he has a known mistress, and completely professional and unemotional if there are many affairs. Does that still hold true? Can we move the needle a bit with a good roll if we go for the Dorea option?

>>4795896
>>Agree with her. It was all just a wartime fancy. You’ll make a serious effort to keep to her bed, for her sake and for Cerion’s. [Captain]

inb4 sus voters appear

>>4795896
>Agree with her. It was all just a wartime fancy. You’ll make a serious effort to keep to her bed, for her sake and for Cerion’s. [Captain]

>>4795980
fk

>>4795977
>>4795980
>inb4 sus voters appear
>votes twice
C'mon man

>>4795977
>>4795980
lmao

>>4795896
>Agree with her. It was all just a wartime fancy. You’ll make a serious effort to keep to her bed, for her sake and for Cerion’s. [Captain]

>>4795896
>>Agree with her. It was all just a wartime fancy. You’ll make a serious effort to keep to her bed, for her sake and for Cerion’s. [Captain]
So when she says fresh affair she means new chicks right? Or is this basically telling the bastard to hit the road? desu I don’t really care about losing the mistress

>>4795896
>“I am willing to work with you on your… issues
One last clarification. What does this part mean?

>>4795896
>Something else.

>Agree with her. It was all just a wartime fancy. You’ll make a serious effort to keep to her bed, for her sake and for Cerion’s. [Captain]
(lie)

>>4795896
>Agree with her. It was all just a wartime fancy. You’ll make a serious effort to keep to her bed, for her sake and for Cerion’s. [Captain]

>>4795896#

>>Agree with her. It was all just a wartime fancy. You’ll make a serious effort to keep to her bed, for her sake and for Cerion’s. [Captain]

Finally. Now let's uphold the promise. Harem-building trash voters, go away! So happy MC's wife put her foot down.

>>4792823
I was wondering if you keep a list of all houses ever generated here

>>4795896
>Agree with her. It was all just a wartime fancy. You’ll make a serious effort to keep to her bed, for her sake and for Cerion’s. [Captain]

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>>4795976
I can't answer this definitively because Aurion wouldn't know how much Cerelle would be willing to compromise on. I posted that general breakdown because it should be common sense for the setting, but modern sentiments often cloud things.

>>4796007
New affairs, but she's not going to be fine with carrying on with Dorea after this unless there is a push to convince her otherwise.

>>4796008
His coomer issues and adjusting to his station.

>>4796261
There haven't been enough for me to need to write them down, but I could give a breakdown fairly easily. Naeltarys came up because it's a Dragonstone banner house, so I've taken the extra step of updating it to the current era. They're undergoing a succession crisis because the head is old as fuck with no sons and five daughters spread out across the rest of the Narrow Sea houses. I also knocked them down to a knightly house for supporting the Blackfyres for the chance to attack their Celtigar rivals. Their seat is Keenwatch, same from the aborted house creation.

>>4795896
>Agree with her. It was all just a wartime fancy. You’ll make a serious effort to keep to her bed, for her sake and for Cerion’s. [Captain]
Although if she's willing to put it in such concrete terms as one less child per affair, we should get a reciprocal commitment from her on the exact number of children we want. Our number being three of course.

>>4796540
Where would the Rambton's mainland holdings be in this map?

>>4796558
Feel bad for Dorea for voting for this.

>>4795896
>Agree with her. It was all just a wartime fancy. You’ll make a serious effort to keep to her bed, for her sake and for Cerion’s. [Captain]

>>4796588
>>4793781
Me

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>>4796558
It's part of the big Stonedance section directly south of Sweetport Sound and the town of Rambton on the island's southern tip. Just south of where the mountains end on Massey's Hook here.

>>4796540
Aurion promised to be better but we all know he is gonna fail that

>>4796628
Yeah, we should definitely try to take that over. But I fear the Braavos trip might delay us for too long.

>>4796634
I don’t get why we slept with the granny, not only is she a delusional targ supporter, but we gained pretty much nothing from it save embarrassing ourselves and our wife. I guess it made getting the lesbos to believe us easier but I don’t know how much we actually needed that. At least some bastard isn’t that bad but then we told her we loved her and tried to take her on as a permanent mistress. If we needed to coom we could have just found a big tiddy bar maid or something

>>4796747
Aurion can only think with one head at the time

>>4796747
I voted for it because I thought firstgirling with a sellsword captain was bizarre. The affairs were a bad idea but they made the character better imo. I'm fine with stopping now that he's established to not be a total generic lord like some autistic anons were trying to play him in the first 2 or 3 threads.

>>4796747
That vote was samefagged to all hell anon.

>>4796773
It was, in both directions. One anon had the gall to come out complaining and called the vote out of character on a 1-post like five minutes after I closed the vote. He claimed he missed the vote when I asked him why he didn't vote after I had left it open for 16 hours. Because that's plausible.

Not that the samefagging made any difference. The results were the same after I pulled out the 1-posts. It's unfortunate that a couple of anons just have to push it to get their way. I'm pretty over that shitty behavior, though. I'm not going to do a 24-hour window at the start of the thread, but I am going to be requiring 1-posts to link back to something going forward.

>>4795977
>>4795980
>>4795981
Nice job fucking it up for everyone. I guess you saved me the trouble for having to decide on what odds to give Dorea's pregnancy as well.

>>4796766
I dunno we went through a shitload of effort to marry firstgirl, and she turned out to be top tier. It was weird to backtrack on that imo. It would have made more sense to engage in sleeping around before we actually got married, instead anons voted pretty unanimously to not fuck the pirate slut after the engagement was confirmed, hell they even shot down a threesome with some milf too. Doesn’t really matter now though, things should still be fine.

>>4796848
>It would have made more sense to engage in sleeping around before we actually got married

I would've preferred that over doing to backwards but this incredibly charming MC with a sellsword background that somehow had no bastards and was unfailingly loyal to the first woman he banged on this side of the sea was a little too convenient and unbelievable to me. So I was glad for the chance to make him more believable when he was off fighting.

>>4796871
It doesn’t really make him that much more believable, just really stupid. Like he spends that much effort to get the wife, is incredibly loyal and turns down like three separate women, then randomly fucks some old lady instead of getting a favor from her?

>>4796915
Hindsight is 20/20 but yeah, the favour would be more preferable. Although we didn't know that she was completely delusional about the dragons at the time.

Should have a post up tonight. Before then, can I get:

>1 roll of 3d6 for Cunning
>1 roll of 4d6 for Awareness
>1 roll of 6d6 for Seduce
>1 roll of 8d6 for Charm

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

>>4797305

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

>>4797305

>>4797305

>>4797305

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

>>4797305
Damn. I forgot the dice+

>>4797305
Whoops

Rolled 6, 5, 6, 7, 1, 1, 5, 4 = 35 (8d8)

>>4797305

Rolled 6, 4, 2, 2, 5, 3, 3, 4 = 29 (8d6)

>>4797305
ffs, last time

>>4797336
...
D6
This is a whoops.

>>4797305
So let's see our rolls.
>>4797314
Honest lad. Can't really lie that well.
>>4797316
We are legaly blind.
>>4797333
Not that great of a seduction, but good enough I hope.
>>4797337
This man can charm a man into selling his house and buying it back at a higher price.

>>4797344
>We are legaly blind.
Just realized how I rolled. Will be killing a goat later tonight to make ammends for whatever wrongdoings of mine caused that.

Mediocre to terrible rolls all around. This is a sign, anons. The dice don't love Cerelle. They want Aurion to be free.

Cunning and awareness should be what we focus on for level-ups if I have to guess.

>>4795896
>Agree with her. It was all just a wartime fancy. You’ll make a serious effort to keep to her bed, for her sake and for Cerion’s. [Captain]

>>4797531
I think we may have reached the level cap limits on Aurion.

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“No more wenching,” you hold up your hands placatingly. She stares at you intently. You stare back. You get this is supposed to be one of those moments where you play contrite and get uncomfortable with her staring you down with her beautiful eyes for whatever reason, but you really just want to fuck her at this point.

“And no whores. Brothels, really…” she sighs.

“No whores,” you agree.

“The bastard whore as well,” she adds.

“Aye… though she wasn’t a whore,” you tell your wife.

She glares at you. “She took payment from you. So did Lady Wendwater. That makes them both whores.”

“See I’m not so sure about that. I know it’s a question for the maesters and what have you, but me and that lads’ve had our fair share of debates on the subject. You might just say I’m something of an expert on the subject,” you glibly banter in the face of Cerelle putting on a stern face. “You want to know something? A secret of sorts?”

“I am sure you are going to tell me either way,” she replies.

“Some women, they like the exchange,” you start meandering over to her. “Makes them feel better about their wants. Bedding a man like me, it’s not proper is it?” you nearly whisper into her ear, then continue on past her to quench your thirst, one of your thirsts at least. “Not for near on anyone.”

Cerelle spins around to face you, as if not trusting you behind her while you pour the wine. As if you might do something… untoward. “They need that excuse of exchange. Say, a rescuing, passage on a ship. A choice room at an inn. Exchanges, you know the sort. All that’s easier than the truth,” you smile.

“And what truth is that?” she warily asks.

You take your time with your sip of wine, of course it’s wine, or at least your approximate of a sip. A sailor’s sip. Then you lean in and say, “Some proper ladies just want a dragon inside them.”

She slaps you. Your anger flares for an instant. Her eyes widen. You kiss her as intensely as you ever have before. She returns it. You grab her by the hips and hoist her atop the wine table, ignoring the carafe that falls off and goes rolling across the stone floor. You yank down her dress down to her waist, uncaring of the fabric. Motherhood favors her. She lets out a low, unladylike moan as you work your way down her neck to her bountiful breasts while snaking a hand up her pale thighs.

>>4797900
Then she pushes you away. “Did you hear that?” she asks.

“It’s nothing.”

“No… Cerion. The noise must have woken him. He needs me,” she insists, trying in vain to cover herself as she slides off the table.

“You can’t send one of the girls?” you complain.

“No, he needs me,” she emphasizes. You’re quickly beginning to grasp why lords bother with wet nurses.

“He and I both…” you sigh and leer at her. “Least I got you started for him,” you quip. She shoots you one last murderous glare before hurrying into the nursery. You flop back on the bed. It should just be a few moments. How long can the lad take…?

You’re awoken by gentle shaking and a soft, sweet voice. You lazily open your eyes to those beautiful blues. She recoils with reddening cheeks as if that brief moment was something scandalous. “You are not Cerelle,” you note to the far shier Lady Lenore Lydden.

“No?” your wife’s cousin uncertainly replies. You sit up to the sight of Cerelle in a more formal dress being picked over by the young Lenna and even Ciara. You also note a familiar raven-haired girl fawning over your son, who has been stuffed into his own sort of garb. You’re not sure if the styling or the apparent richness of it is more ridiculous.

“Is he awake yet? Aurion, if you would wear something that does not have any blood stains,” Cerelle calls out.

“Why is my son dressed like that?” you demand instead.

“Oh, I think it is quite nice. It is, isn’t it?” the raven-haired girl replies, more to Cerion than you.

“It looks like a dress,” you tell them all.

“It looks like what any other babe of three months wears,” Cerelle says.

“You sound like my father. I am sure you would have him in matching armor,” the newcomer smirks.

“Marissa, isn’t it? Lady Banefort?” you vaguely remember.

“Melessa,” she corrects with a wry smile. “You would know if you had met me.”

You ignore her and yank your shirt over your head as you go about replacing it with one less soiled from your morning duel. All the others’ fretting about stops completely. You glance up from your buttoning. “I will need my armor. It’s somewhere around here…”

“The gold that you wore earlier? Ser Jorry’s squire cleaned it,” Cerelle says.

“Least he’ll have something to brag of tonight,” you say while inspecting it. Blood can be tricky in the crevices…

“Yes, I am sure the squire will have the kitchen wenches swooning with his tales of scouring,” your wife’s much less shy cousin of Banefort says.

“It should. Haven’t seen dragonscale before?” you ask while fastening it.

“Aurion…” Cerelle starts. You’d skipped that part earlier. It seemed pointless to give her the gift when she was wroth.

>>4797902
“I found the dragon’s tomb. My advisor on the subject marked it as that of a Sunfyre… not sure if you’re familiar. My smith did the rest,” you smugly explain, enjoying the looks of disbelief after you fish out the choker from your sea bag. “Here, let me,” you fix the clasp around her neck.

“It is a touch… close-fitting,” Cerelle remarks, feeling at the strangeness of the scales.

“It’s supposed to be. That’s the fashion,” you easily lie while playing at adjusting it for her. You lean in and whisper, “It’s all you’ll be wearing later.”

“Now what have I missed?” you ask as you savor your wife’s look of surprise. They catch you up as you head downstairs for… whatever this is. Your wife’s family has arrived along with several other notables. She had already written to her lord father weeks ago at her grandmother’s behest. Some attempt to mend bridges and such. That means you’re vaguely expected to keep the prickly little man who happens to be your good father, the Lord Marshal of the Gold Road, and one of the most powerful Lords of the West in something resembling a good mood. Joy. And if that wasn’t enough…

“He presides over a trial?” you confirm.

“He does. I have heard talk that two other lords will join him in passing judgement upon Ser Blackhood… and by extension, Lord Banefort,” Cerelle says.

“And this is over… what? Some killing upon the road at war’s end? Here?” you barely keep from laughing.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Melessa Banefort cuts in.

“It means I don’t get the uproar over splashing in a puddle during a downpour. A Reach Lord gets murdered under a peace banner by lions and that is somehow more of a problem than sacking an entire city? Ah, and that was also under a peace banner, yeah?” you summarize.

“While I happen to agree and would simply love for you to be judging this, you are woefully misunderstanding this,” Lady Melessa says with a soft laugh.

“How so? This Lord… Oakheart was it? He is so important?” you ask.

“Aurion,” Cerelle sighs, and not the way you’d like her to be sighing, “Lady Arwyn Oakheart is the elder sister of Lady Anette… Lord Tyler’s lady wife?” she adds for your benefit. “Do you have any grasp of how reliant Lannisport is on trade with the Reach?”

>>4797905
“So, this bannerman of Lord Quenten rides in to the city right after killing the Lady of Lannisport’s good brother, then… what? Buys a round at the nearest tavern and says, ‘you’ll never believe who I just cut down on the road.’ Seems a bit… lacking, doesn’t it?” you suggest.

“That is for the lord judges to decide,” Cerelle answers, though you can tell she is pondering the implications as well.

You find the Great Hall far livelier than it was just this morrow. A whole smattering of knights and ladies you can’t claim to recognize are mixing and mingling. You do note Lord Lydden easily enough in the crowd, if only because of the sheer number of arselickers queuing up for their go at him. It both amuses and horrifies you to see that his wife, Lady Cathryn, is a head taller than him. You admittedly get a bit distracted trying to measure up Cerelle between them at the distance, a fruitless endeavor with your bad eye the way it is. This height debacle hadn’t been a great detail on your mind when last you saw them. You were more fixated on bedding Cerelle than breeding then. Surely the gods love you too much to curse you with a short heir.

“Aurion? Are you listening?” your wife nudges you. “I asked if you were interested in sitting near anyone in particular.”

You’re a bit surprised she’s even asking you. She could likely name half the hall and you would struggle with half a table. And her own parents are present? Is she that uncertain of how to approach them now?

>You should sit with the Lyddens. Your wife may be uncertain over her family, but blood is blood. She just needs a nudge to help her along. [Valyrian]
>You would prefer to sit with the Lannisport Lannisters to show your appreciation for how they handled the duel earlier, and perhaps your support for their attempts at justice. [Captain]
>You’d like to sit near the Baneforts. Your wife’s cousins may stand accused of a crime or two at present, but that could be an opportunity. [Sellsword]
>Something else.

>>4797907
>>You should sit with the Lyddens. Your wife may be uncertain over her family, but blood is blood. She just needs a nudge to help her along. [Valyrian]

>>4797907
>Something else.
Sit away and atop from the others. Any who wish may come and join us.

>>4797907
>>You should sit with the Lyddens. Your wife may be uncertain over her family, but blood is blood. She just needs a nudge to help her along. [Valyrian]

>>4797907
>>You would prefer to sit with the Lannisport Lannisters to show your appreciation for how they handled the duel earlier, and perhaps your support for their attempts at justice. [Captain]

>>4797734
I'm this btw.

>>4797907
>You should sit with the Lyddens. Your wife may be uncertain over her family, but blood is blood. She just needs a nudge to help her along. [Valyrian]
We can always go for money, but first impressions are important.

>>4797907
>You should sit with the Lyddens. Your wife may be uncertain over her family, but blood is blood. She just needs a nudge to help her along. [Valyrian]

>>4797907
>You should sit with the Lyddens. Your wife may be uncertain over her family, but blood is blood. She just needs a nudge to help her along. [Valyrian]

Also note to self: Get a wetnurse

>>4797907
>>You would prefer to sit with the Lannisport Lannisters to show your appreciation for how they handled the duel earlier, and perhaps your support for their attempts at justice. [Captain]

>>4797907

>You should sit with the Lyddens. Your wife may be uncertain over her family, but blood is blood. She just needs a nudge to help her along. [Valyrian]

My first post, I'm okay if it gets discounted.

Figure if I'm late, it's best to vote get my 1-post out of the way on this kind of vote.

>>4797907
>You would prefer to sit with the Lannisport Lannisters to show your appreciation for how they handled the duel earlier, and perhaps your support for their attempts at justice. [Captain]

>>4797907
>You should sit with the Lyddens. Your wife may be uncertain over her family, but blood is blood. She just needs a nudge to help her along. [Valyrian]

>>4797734
I think he can get 1 more to rank 5 and so probably 1 more to 4 after that. Warfare is another big one. Crazy that we haven't boosted it once all quest.

>>4797907
>>You should sit with the Lyddens. Your wife may be uncertain over her family, but blood is blood. She just needs a nudge to help her along. [Valyrian]

>>4797907
>>You should sit with the Lyddens. Your wife may be uncertain over her family, but blood is blood. She just needs a nudge to help her along. [Valyrian]

>>4796261
Autism warning:

Crownlands
Malroy (The Father)
Blackflower (The Father)
Longwaters of The Tear (The Father)
Boggs (Boggs)
Dorne
Chancer (SleepyAnon)
Deschain (SuperSith)
Blacksand (QM Sandy)
Dragonstone
Bulwark (Maester Bromon)
Naeltarys (Crabb)
Shryke (Boggs)
Iron Islands
Fraser (builder)
Saltcliffe (Afungi)
Redhand (QM Ironboi)
Norf
Larch? (joebreezy)
Reach
Karban (ThePrincelyDM)
Westbridge (Boggs)
Riverlands
Gauthier (Maester Checwyn)
Blackett (TheDoctorIsIn)
Duxelle? Maybe? (Gen. Anon)
Silverbank (Fish)
Stormlands
Jostar (BrotherQM)
Larkyn (Rex)
Borlund (joebreezy)
The Vale
Bussard (Anonymous)
Dredd (VerilyDM)
Harrock (Plasma AKA Fudo)
Bordain (Page)
Pallbrim (ASOIAFNewfag)
Grallner (The Warrior AKA The Father)
Westerlands
Brachen (Squire)
Malbrand (Bronn of the Beetwater)
Reynold (joebreezy)
Other
Bronzestone and the Low Thenns (Wildlings) (Plasma AKA Fudo)
Eimos of Qohor (QM Sandy)
Lucerys Waters of the Free Company of Andals and First Men (Triarch AKA Soma)

This isn’t counting all of the OC or previously barebones NPC houses that have been fully fleshed out. There is also this old page of /tg/ houses. I’m not sure if they are table top houses or if they are from short, unarchived threads. https://1d4chan.org/wiki//tg/_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_Houses

>>4798780
Just 1 house from the Norf that didn't even get a proper quest is sad. Someone should make one.

>>4798780
House Physeter has sprung up this week. From the Iron Islands.
>>4798793
It's heartbreaking, really.

>>4798780
North quest when?
Was Westbridge from your alchemist quest?

>>4798836
I second this, I want to play as a norf chad and marry a strong mormont woman

>>4798780
Damn that's a lot of houses.

>>4798875
All your children will become worshippers of the Seven

>>4798875
>not being the stronk mormont woman and have children with skinchanging bears

>>4798880
Can bears even be taught how to worship?

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>>4798890
>being a w*man

>>4798894
>he doesn't want to fuck bears and unicorns

>>4798780
Found one you missed.
https://archived.moe/qst/thread/1945478/
There are 8 proper quest threads but no remembered caused they were never archived lol.
https://archived.moe/qst/search/subject/melrose

>>4798829
Oh, the one with the whale? Neat idea. I've always wanted a proper warg quest. Nearly ran one as my first quest before I tossed it to the chaos of chargen.

>>4798836
>Was Westbridge from your alchemist quest?

Yeah, I just didn't have time to do anything with it. The pacing there didn't allow me to get to everything. I had plans for it, but I wasn't looking to take too long of a break from this quest.

>>4798923
Huh. I'm going to have to read through this one now. 8 unarchived threads hurts my soul.

>>4798902
Female protag asoiaf quests are subpar. Also while a mormont wife would be nice due to children being superhumans, playing as a mormont would suck because their house is a poorfag house.

A Northern Mountain Clan house or character would probably be the best to run. Place it on the coast and you open the door to interact with Wildlings and even Ironborn as well as all the Norf houses and rival clans. The shore off of Bear Island would be best. That way you can play with some Mormont themes without the inconvenience of an overly tread upon house. Lots of different angles to work without things feeling repetitive.

A Warg MC would be nice for the fresh perspective and the chance to expand to other animals, etc. Scout ahead of an army or intercept ravens with a hawk/eagle. Get stuck in with a wolf. Use a rat or something to spy on conversations. It has a ton of potential.

A FeMC wouldn't even be that bad in that case, so long as there's no shitty "teehee want to fuck this dude" framing (this is a QM problem, not a player problem). Warrior woman would be dead unfeasible with a Warg build, so there goes that trap. Personally, I think there are a ton of really interesting things that could be explored with a FeMC that I just haven't seen utilized yet. Dealing with courtship and betrothals and your family's wishes rather than the increasingly cliche young parentless bachelor medieval dating sim, actually raising kids instead of them being a backdrop, and just generally playing it straight and seeing the other side of things without making a snowflake. It's very doable. It just requires proper planning.

>>4799060
>Dealing with courtship and betrothals and your family's wishes rather than the increasingly cliche young parentless bachelor medieval dating sim, actually raising kids instead of them being a backdrop, and just generally playing it straight and seeing the other side of things without making a snowflake. It's very doable. It just requires proper planning.
Yeah the issue is getting horny anons not to sabotage it. A male protagonist in asoiaf universe can get away with boning hos, a female protagonist will have a much harder time with it.

>>4799067
>Yeah the issue is getting horny anons not to sabotage it. A male protagonist in asoiaf universe can get away with boning hos, a female protagonist will have a much harder time with it.

The simple truth is that coomer shit is 100% on QMs. No QM is forced to set up a situation. For example, it would be extremely easy to frame a Warg FeMC as being either genuinely offputting to appealing men because of her "witchery" or, in a more accepting clan/house, to make her father or brother(s) too feared or respected for appealing men to try to fuck her at every feast. Maybe stick a brother as her guardian (Cohort benefit?) and don't make him conveniently disappear just because your gay hall pass in literary form just so happens to be making a move.

>>4799060
A Manderly or Bolton bannerman might be good from a standpoint of not having to sacrifice the more intrigue-oriented aspects of an ASOIAF quest. I remember someone, not sure if it was you or Father talking about how trepidatious they were about running a norfquest because of the cultural focus on things that make for a poor player of the Game of Thrones.

>>4799060
guess you know what to do now if Aurion gets killed (and I have a feeling that it's going to happen sooner or later)

>>4799067
If the QM wanted to they could've stopped coomers with a simple decree. "The MC is smart enough not to have pre marital sex." Coomers are only a problem when the QM lets them run amok.

>>4799060
I was thinking about one with a family set on Sea Dragon Point but the more i looked at the system the more i realized i didn't understand how to run this game. I figured i would sit around and observe more before trying.

>>4799075
>>4799092
Yeah I guess I’ve just rarely seen a femprotag quest that wasn’t made by a horny yurifag

>>4799121
Dude, yuri in ASOIAF is way more doable though.

Nobody gives a shit about you fucking your handmaidens before marriage

>>4799143
I was talking about femprotags in general, though I think the only female protags in asoiaf quests have been ironborn and dornish, were it’s 100% ok and basically expected for a female to be a massive whore.

>>4799143
Hey man, are you on a break from the quest? It was always on the top of the catalog and it just kind of disappeared for the past two days.

>>4799147
It's in autosage mode right now and i'm making the next thread tomorrow. Currently, >>4796312

we're voting on whether or not to fuck our mother

Can I get:

>1 roll of 3d6 for Cunning (Memory)
and
>1 roll of 4d6 for Awareness (Empathy)

I'm good on the Charm roll since I stopped just short of getting to use the one from yesterday.