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A cold silence bore between yourself and Ser Wilson Celtigar, his eyes attempted to keep with yours but often fled to his maps and his hands upon them. You had felt a burning in your ears, he dared, he dared so much. He did you name no honor, spoke in platitudes, under false pretenses. And what of his father? The Lord Ardrian Celtigar, truly no better the elder man was, he who sought to use you and your House. Stretching for power beyond his island, attempting to ignite war over an age old claim and dragging you and yours into it by marriage. It burnt at you, your pride and honor, both ragged creatures as they were in the face of the Thrones debt and the Queen’s lashings, but they were not beaten. No, you would not allow yourself to be used in such a way, by either man, to be forced into war or use Steadhold as an escape for half a family with no power. Ser Wilson continuously ignored your fist on the table, slammed down in response and to silence. Your knuckles turnt white so tight was your grip.

“My Lord, pleas-” he attempts searching into your eyes once more, but stopping mid-sentence his mouth hung ajar.

Emerald flame reflected from the lanterns of the captain’s quarters, eyes like wildfire, wrath and fury tempered into your gaze that quieted the man with mere look.

“Ser Wilson. You insult myself, my House, her holdings...” you begin slowly, voice a whisper, “House Malroy is hung low, but not so low to be picked by hapless crabs and squabbled over in an attempt at power in the Crownlands or the denial of such.”

“My Lord, I did not intend offense, you had a sister you must understand the love I bear for Helena,” his voice sprints and falls over itself in rebuttal, moving maps with quick hands sticking from the claminess. But he miscalculated, an appeal to your emotions an attempt to pull the departed into this plot.

“DO NOT SPEAK OF MY SISTER AS IF YOU KNEW HER, SER,” you boom sweeping the maps from his table as you do so, his voice cuts off and he stares at you with a mortified face having little else to look at. You lean across the table, knuckles digging into the wood and regard him with wroth, “I shall not become entangled in the plots of your family, Ser Wilson, not in the this life nor the next. If you love your sister so, then do as you sought to deny me, take her to Essos, see how that goes for you.”
And with that you turn, opening the door in a quick fury of a motion, you shout to Ser Victor Haigh that is cutting with a sailor portside, “Ser Haigh, we are not traveling to Claw Isle. Collect our men and the Maester. I am returning to the villa, meet with me there.” The knight stares at you seemingly dumbfounded but peeks behind you seeing Ser Wilson still frozen to his place and understood. Not the first time you had become wroth with a sea captain, he knew this from his travels with the Sons.

“My Lord, please wait!” Ser Wilson suddenly yells as you begin across the deck, the ship having yet to depart, your horse still waiting by the docks with a stablehand of the villa. “Please, I did not mean offense my Lord, I sought only to-”

I love this quest, man. I look forward to it every week.

“You sought only to line your own pockets Ser. To create a ‘home away from home’ in Steadhold. To manipulate, to deny, your ‘love’ for your sister extends as far as it benefits you. Our business is done, Ser Celtigar,” you call over your shoulder, your men beginning to rush about collecting themselves, Solhas has already attached himself to your side as you climb off the ship and towards Goldsong. Ser Wilson stands among the bustle, speechless, looking less the young knight and more the lashed child, you cast a single glance towards him as you mount Goldsong before pushing him into a strong canter towards your villa.

The ride is quick, few seeking to be in your way, your eyes burn as does the pocket upon your heart where Isis’ braid resides. Your villa rears into view and you begin to lose care of remembering your motions besides giving word to Solhas to calm the men and have Benjin come to speak with you when he returns. You would be brooding in your father’s solar.

-A few hours later-

A soft knock upon the heavy door interrupts your torrid of thought, mostly those of calming fury upon your tongue to speak with Maester Benjin, “Come in Benjin,” you call, he meets it with a heavy creak and a gaze of mixed emotion.

“My Lord, Brynden. What happened?” he asks taking a seat across from you and collecting himself, his robes hung wet from the light rain. You respond with a deep sigh and an abridged version of the events that had transpired, Lord Celtigars plots, the young Knights hopes to deny his father but use your House in the process. He nods along, seemingly displeased with this information, “My Lord, the Valyrian Houses walk upon the thinnest ice of early winter as it is, I can not tell you your response was of the wisest choice. But I do understand your fury, your House may have benefitted, but at what cost in the future? A coalition of the Valyrian Houses? The Crown would never allow it, not without reprisal.”

“Then what do I do Benjin?” you respond having taken a lazy and tired position against your father’s chair.

“Seek audience with the Master of Laws, though I’ve little doubt Lord Renly Baratheon is in King’s Landing at the moment… It is well known Stannis Baratheon, their liegelord, has yet to return to King’s Landing. Perhaps seek audience with the Hand? Lord Jon Arryn, he is an honorable man my Lord. He may hear your claims and take them into consideration. Though… I can not speak for what it would do for your House’s reputation should it become common knowledge. The Houses that stood with the Targaryens may find you a lap dog of the King, it would likely sour many possible relations… However not doing so and their plots failing upon launch may lead ties to yourself as well in the future or reprisal from sour Lords. I cannot say for certain either way my Lord,” Benjin offers, pulling at the green bronze link of his chain.

>Send a request for a meeting with Lord Jon Arryn
>Do not send a request, keep these new truths a secret

Damn that was long.

>>42559613
>Send a request for a meeting with Lord Jon Arryn

>Celtigar errs in judgment when he goes to war for land
>stannis doesn't allow it
>Celtigar loses
>REVOCATION OF LAND INTENSIFIES
>Petiton for the lands through claim of wife
>offer the crown whatever they wish for the title in return for a reduction for the loan

only issue is if he has sons with a better claim and won't side with him

MARRY THE GIRL YOU FOOLS!

>>42559613
>Do not send a request, keep these new truths a secret

dammit I wanted to marry the girl if possible

>>42559613
>Do not send a request, keep these new truths a secret

I say we marry the girl but we will have some our terms met. Something that makes us stand on more equal footing

>>42559613
>Send a request for a meeting with Lord Jon Arryn

Or Stannis.

>>42559613
>Send a request for a meeting with Lord Jon Arryn

Send the request.

>>42559689
Too many points of failure to be worth banking on. Plus all the land we could conceivably get out of if is pretty inconvenient with our existing holdings

You guys are killing me. But it's hysterical now. It is actually possible to still get the girl, I just won't say how.

Alright looks like we're sending a request to meet with the Hand of the King.

Meet with Arryn

>>42559797
>Meet with hand
>Inform
>Ask for two things
>1.the hand of girl
>2. claim to Claw isle or monetary recompense

>>42559849
That bitch ain't worth it Brah. Especially when she loves someone else. Double especially when we're informing on her fam.

>>42559885
is the land worth it though? they are rich......

Hot Dornish wife?

>>42559849
>monetary recompense

Is the only part that is realistic.

>>42559906
>Spoiler

Yes

>>42559929
Martells it is then!

>>42560012
Yeah. No. We are not gonna marry that far up. Heck i dont even think we can marry up considering our baggage.

>>42560028
Hope people are aware that we will become the most unpopular house in the Crownlands due to this.

>>42560028
yeah obviously but considering they're previous attachments to the Targs they would at least be considerate, if not they're rather large family we could marry into one of their border vassels

I bet we could give Obreyn the Idea to go abroad

>>42560053
The crownlands is a big place

>>42560028
The HDW opportunity is in a few years, so the baggage might be less at that point. Literally anything is better than woman-who's-actively-disinterested-and-won't-even-get-us-an-alliance-after-that-bridge-burning though.

>>42560081
>a few years

Try a few months at the Tourney in highgarden

>>42560053
Cracklaw point might like us given that we're revealing a plot to attack them.

>>42560099
Shit we need to practice with a lance. Gotta git gud.

>>42560099
I thought there were two tourneys, and the later, unannounced one was the HDW opportunity.

>>42560119
Screw the joust. We should do the archery compition, that or the melee. Brynden is more a sword fighter/archer from the look at his stats and backstory.

>>42560127
no the other one was the Tourney celebrating the Wedding of Robert & Cersei

Your thoughts turned to Lord Arryn, one of the few respectful to you upon your hearing, his eyes spoke of further thought against the Queen as well. Perhaps a meeting with the Hand of the King would serve you well, even if these truths were little more than minor plottings as of now, it would be enough to wash your name of it should they come to fruition. And though you knew Benjin spoke truth of the future should this become widely known, you would take that risk. “Send a request for audience to the Red Keep, Benjin,” you say finally having thought it out a bit while cracking your knuckles, “Keep it to a simple request and have it off the the afternoon. I would prefer private audience if possible. I would like to have it sent by midday”

The Maester nods and gathers himself again preparing to stand, “Of course my Lord, I will begin immediately after a warm drink and change of robes.” He bows and you give a small chuckle, he knew how to mend your temper better than anyone else, you missed the man in your travels and his presence was greatly appreciated in these days. Benjin leaves you to your silent thoughts again, you cast eye the the fireplace, the trap door sealed and a light fire warmed the wet day away. You sit for a moment further before deciding to find company among the Sons and your men. You did not know how long your stay in King’s Landing would last but perhaps sending word for the Loyal Bows to return would be a good idea. As you walk the halls of the villa you catch Asher of the Sons and give him word to ride after the Bows, they would likely be not more than a day of hard riding away.

>>42560146
Nigga do you even our Sigil? we HAVE to joust and place absorbent bets on ourselves

Ser Victor Haigh attaches himself to you as you come into courtyard of your family’s villa, to the seven hell with the Crabs, your villa was worth more than what their petty insults would imply. “My Lord, I do not intend to ask you of what transpired behind closed doors,” Ser Haigh begins, his face far more serious than usual, “Perhaps we would seek a day within the capital? Something to ease your troubled mind? I know how you get Brynden. You need to burn that off.”

Stopping to regard the young knight you find his face with the whisper of a smile upon it again as he finishes and shake your head with a slight laugh as well, “Very well Ser Haigh. Collect Lorry and Ser Duncan with his squire for escort. Perhaps we will find something of worth in this visit.” He snaps off a bow and hurries off, yelling for his young squire to fetch the elder Hedge Knight. You go to collect Goldsong and bring him to the front of the villa where you are joined by the two Knights, though Ser Duncan is upon foot.

>>42560146
I understand that but the biggest purse and prestige are in the joust. Besides its a great opportunity to show off that our horses are still excellent.

Any chance we can get the book of horses brought here so we can have it on hand when trying to refinance? Only give them a look at some of the pages, but it will show we'll be on the up if we can get just a little more capital. (That we already made these purchases will be a little white lie.)

I'm not going to be able to participate for a few hours because of work but know that i'm lurking.

“Ser Duncan, do you not intend to ride with us?” Victor jests, watching Lorry struggle up his horse and sitting uncomfortably.

The Hedge Knight looks uncomfortable at the question, “I erm… Sold my horse Ser. To pay for repairs, a new sword, and a fresh room for myself and Dominic.”

Ser Victor laughs heartily, being accustomed to such sacrifices himself, and the Hedge Knight looks down at his squire with a malcontent look. A thought snatches upon you though in your amusement, you had brought a warhorse to gift to Lord Celtigar, a gift you still had, and no doubt you could find a pony for the boy to ride. A fine gift to ensure the truest of loyalties from the man, and have him looking more a true Knight.

>Gift the Golden Courser to Ser Duncan Ureye, a small measure of personal reprisal against the Celtigars
>Find something else in your stables for the man and his squire

>Anything in particular you would like to do or look for in King’s Landing?
That is a 100% open invitation for any ideas you can come up with.

>Regarding the Joust
One problem. You do not own plate mail. And if you wished to purchase some it would be VERY expensive to the point of having to take from House resources. Also amusingly you are not really a Tourney Knight. That was Dontos.

>Regarding Tourneys
Celebration Tourney in 3 months
Tourney of Highgarden 1 year and 3 months
Latter is HDW opportunity.

>>42560192
Put other jousters on our horses then. The purse needs to be measured against how likely we are to win it. We're much more likely to win the archery contest, and while unlikely to WIN the melee will probably put up a better showing than we would in the joust.

>>42560243
>>Gift the Golden Courser to Ser Duncan Ureye, a small measure of personal reprisal against the Celtigars
Come man! How could we have you not on one of our horses.

>>42560243
>>Gift the Golden Courser to Ser Duncan Ureye, a small measure of personal reprisal against the Celtigars

>>Anything in particular you would like to do or look for in King’s Landing?

Hmm. Is there any place worth visiting for us ? There is ofcourse always a tavern

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>>42560240
>2015
>being a wage slave

>>42560243
>Find something else in your stables for the man and his squire

I actually don't really trust the man considering where he was prior to joining us, could be a spy

>Tourney clarification

mah thanks

Watch Duncan. For real. We don't really know him. Could be dishonorable. Could be a rapist. Could be a Redward spy.

Watch him.

Where are we going to find essosi? We need a taste of the land where we didn't have to play these dum political games.

>>42560243
>Anything in particular you would like to do or look for in King’s Landing?

Seamstress daughter and/or WHORES who we can violently abuse

>>42560312
seconding this we need to vent some anger

>>42560285

>Is there any place worth visiting for us?

Well it's the bloody capital. You can find Knights here, find news of the realm, various items of use, possibly retainers, possibly other Noble Houses though one in particular will be contacting you shortly in general anything really. I'm open for ideas.

>>42560274
Maybe a small tavern where we could have a brawl and not get arrested?

>>42560243
>Anything in particular you would like to do or look for in King’s Landing?
Voting against anything extravagant. We need to preserve our coin in order to pay down our debts and rebuild our holdings.

>Find something else in your stables for the man and his squire
A great golden warhorse fit for a lord is too extravagant to just give away. We need to conserve and be reasonable.

>>42560243
>Anything in particular you would like to do or look for in King’s Landing?

Some tavern to get a drink and pretty tavernwenches. Doesnt have to be too expensive.

>>42560243
>>Gift the Golden Courser to Ser Duncan Ureye, a small measure of personal reprisal against the Celtigars
Fuck da Crabs.

>>42560312
thus it was so!

>>42560285
>>42560243
Changing from
>Gift the Golden Courser to Ser Duncan Ureye, a small measure of personal reprisal against the Celtigars
to
>Find something else in your stables for the man and his squire

Might be a bit better. No need to use such a expensive warhorse on a unproven hedge knight

>>42560312
>who we can violently abuse
Voting AGAINST your suggestion of Joffrey-tier antics, edgelord.

>>42560312
>>42560338
Whores are a precious resource and those who abuse them are scum.

[Spoiler]Having a whore violently abuse US is where it's at.[/spoiler]

>>42560066
Missed this, fun little spoiler, Oberyn was with the Second Sons during your last year. He may actually remember your horses, the gold is pretty recognizable.

>>42560417
Well i know a perfect gift to make good with the Martells.

Try to find some people who would be willing to move out to our lands. People to work the fields or inside of the walls of Steadhold.

Men at arms if we want, too. But just try to get a grip or peasants and skilled laborers to move to our lands.

>>42560243
Something from the stables, for now.

>>42560400
>>42560405
>Joffery tier

Nigga please just rough her up a bit maybe rape her a littel moralfags pls go

>>42560417
oh shit nigga we gonna be bestbuds

>>42560450
>rape
Rape is only for redward's wife as vengeance for our family, no one else.

Alright I'll call it for Ser Duncan, we'll go find another horse from the stables then. Not like your House lacks for common breeds.

Otherwise, I definitely see some support for tavern. Which is fine by me. Pretty wenches are easy enough. Any thoughts other than that? I'll write that scene and do anything else afterwards if we're into it.

>>42560478
Have a small brawl with some dockworker a there? Pay the inkeep some to keep the goldcloaks out of it?

>>42560478
Whichever tavern essosi expats are likely to hang out at.

>>42560476
moralfag suck we're angry & a noble with a past of being a mercenary its our bloody right and probably not the first time we've done something like this

>>42560511
Not really. Brynden is quite the charmer who doesnt need to resort to something that brutish.

Rape is for men who cant get a girl through normal means and is too poor to pay for one. Dont be that pathetic guy

>>42560511
>its our bloody right
Nah, mate, fuck that. We care about justice.

Hell, I don't like the idea of us mingling with whores at all. Seamstress' daughter was a mutual attraction.

>>42560544
but we're fucking stewing in anger

>>42560567
Yeah and a good passionate fucking can sort that out. No need to be a edgy retard.

>>42560511
>counters proposal to rape with rape only happening in particular circumstances
>"moralfag!"
I think it's pretty clear you're just tantruming about not getting your way

Op is kill

>>42560900
RIP

And though it would bring you a measure of personal joy to see a Lordly gift ridden by a common born Hedge Knight you knew better than to waste such resources, the man would be won regardless of such gifts. You call out to your stableboy, “Lad! Find a horse or two for Ser Duncan and his squire. I will not have my men looking like beggar Knights.”

“Milord, you do not need-” Ser Duncan protests.

“No Ser Duncan. I do. You are a Knight of my House, my swornsword, not scum serving the Redwards,” you respond briskly.
The Knight stops his protests and bows deeply, replying simply, “I thank you milord.”

The lad comes back with two horse, a painted palfrey of older age but still sturdy and a younger palfrey of brown for the squire. A squire you now realise you know little about, perhaps a thought for later. Nodding to Ser Haigh you allow him to lead you into the City again, Illiad and Solhas see you off, promising to keep the Sons in line. Asher travels with you for a moment before breaking off towards the Goldroad and breaking into a steady gallop, he was always a quiet sort, man from the North that had traveled to Essos for a reason unknown to you and signed onto the Second Sons, a fine rider that took to yourself and Ser Haigh having few else to speak to in common, properly at least.

“Ser Victor, to where do you lead us?” you call to the Knight ahead of you, his laughter being his only respond before throwing back, “A small tavern on the other side of the docks my Lord. A place I visited before taking ship to Essos. A Tryoshi filled my mind with a life of adventure with the Second Sons there in my youth, The Sons would feel right at home.”

Content with this answer you continue on in silence, the burning in your ears and eyes had stopped but you still felt a wrath churning in your stomach quite the opposite of this morning, your mind glides to the thoughts of the soft embrace of the seamstress’s daughter, her soft moans into your chest when you took her in the bath. Disappointing how the day had continued after that, the light rain having come off and on punctuating that fact. You shake your thoughts and find yourself arriving at Victor’s tavern, the name was Myrish, bastardized as it was. The stablehand takes your horses and you find yourself ushered into the loud room, the smell of ale but of a distinctly eastern flavor assault your nostrils and you breath in deeply. It almost felt like Myr.

Taking seat with your men you order a round, Ser Duncan seemly entranced by his surroundings, not his usual haunt you imagined, and the two squires being much the same. Ser Haigh goes to quick work on a tavern girl of bust build with chestnut hair, though your eye is caught by your server, a redhead with a saunter that kept your eye’s utmost attention, her voice was smooth upon your ear, though made of bastard Valyrian. Offering you a drink and a saucy little look you reply in High Valyrian, your voice tempered into velvet, “Kessa.”

Her eyes light up and she continues in Valyrian, though you only keep up by sheer luck, her flirts continue and you soon find her draping herself around you as you continue speaking with Victor and Duncan. “Brynden. You need more Knights,” Victor continues, “Ser Duncan was a good start but Houses are made by the honor their retainers bring them. I would know House Frey has enough of the bastards.”

“It wouldn’t be hard to find more Hedge Knights, milord. Many roam the land free lancin’ now that the Rebellion is over,” Ser Duncan offers, “Mayhaps you would find more of ‘noble’ birth like Ser Victor here though.”

Thoughts to be mulled over, you were far away from your allowed 25, the Crown didn’t neuter you as much as they thought, you were particularly skilled with finding men of worth the Sons of Gold spoke to this, Kinghts would be just as easy.

“HEY! Where the fock is my drink!” a man roars across the bar, your redheaded companion rolls her eyes and goes to deliver him something, your eyes follow her along the way, “About fockin time, ya little essosi whore.”

His companion answers the taunt, “She’s too buzy servin the fine and proper folk Vander. You’re just some lowborn piss compared to dem.”

“Fock off, Jon,” he responds and stands pulling the girl to his side roughly, “‘Ey! The whore is mine! Sod off!”

Though you weren’t often in the business of saving the honor of whores, Ser Haigh noted the smile upon your lips, and Ser Duncan keyed in quickly, “Just like in Essos huh?”

“If you are in the mind Brynden,” Ser Haigh responds rolling his arm and smiling with glee.

>Tavern brawl?
Yay or nay?

>>42560900
Nah I'm just a bit slow today, and fitting a lot of stuff into one update. Though that's kind of typical of me.

>>42560983
>Yay

>>42560983
>a redhead with a saunter that kept your eye’s utmost attention

yes YES!

>Tavern Brawl
of course!

>>42560983
>>Tavern brawl
FUCK YEAH!

>>42560983
Don't START a tavern brawl, that's be improper, but DO get into a shouting match with the hope that HE starts a tavern brawl

>>42560983
>Tavern brawl?

only if he starts it, especially if it gets the redhead in our pants

>>42560983
>Tavern brawl?
Urgh.

Must we? We're a lord now.

>>42561075
Old habits die hard. We are pretty much a nicer Bronn. Also we dont magical become a proper lord and forget all our old merc manners just because our clothes get cleaned on a regular basis.

>>42560983
>Yay

>>42561091
Holy shit we are.

>>42561091
No, but we could at least make an effort to improve our image.

>>42561091
That's why we don't START the brawl, we PROVOKE it. Because we totally still WANT to brawl, and as long as we didn't TECHNICALLY start it its not our fault you know?

“Upon this day Victor?” you say lazily, leaning back from the table, “Upon this day, my mind would like nothing more.”

The great thug across the way groping at your moments quarrel and laughs at you, “Dats wot I thought piss lord.”

You laugh in response and Victor joins in, Duncan for his part looking smug and the two squires confused, the tavern has quieted and all watch you, “Ser Haigh. Did you hear that? He calls me Lord. And though he throws insults, he dare not mock those above him.”

“Oh aye my Lord,” Victor responds, eyeing the other two men taking up stances next to their leader, “Just some lowborn filth, he’ll yell all day over there. Perhaps we let him? His tongue may finally tie itself.”
You can see the thug’s temper rise, and he pushes the little redhead away, who catches herself on the counter before running off, “Wot the fock you say,” he seethes as he makes his way over to your table, flanked by his men.

“I said, you’re low. Born. Filth,” Ser Victor continues standing to meet the man smile dancing upon his face as always, “Not fit to shine the boots of my Lord.”

Vander gives you a furious look and in response you place your feet on the table in your lazy response. Duncan has risen now stopping the other member of the little gang from approaching. The thug eyes you with fury, returned only by a gleam of emerald and a flick of the wrist, putting on your best pompous noble act. He matches this with greater fury and he gathers himself, arms raised into fists and he takes the first shot, a mess of tobacco and ale spat upon your boots, “Shine dat yurself, Knight,” he says laughing again.

“Poor choice my man,” Ser Haigh sighs and smiles back at you.

Roll 4d6 for Fighting.

>>42561304

Managed to lose my trip.

Rolled 1, 1, 2, 6 = 10 (4d6)

>>42561304

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

>>42561304

Rolled 5, 1, 6, 2 = 14 (4d6)

>>42561304
H-here I go!

>>42561349
You somewhat saved it i think.

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

>>42561304
Rolling.

best roll was a 5,1,6.

So a partial succes.

Challenge (6), success. Two Degrees.
Duncan, success. Two Degrees.
Victor, success.

Your face fies and finally you give the man a full gaze, your eyes reflecting the low light in the tavern into a murky emerald of fire upon water, he stops his laughter for a moment his face changes to disconcerted for a moment. A moment too slow, sweeping your legs from the table you stand quickly and over end the table to the man. Throwing him greatly off balance as you press onto him.

Victor takes a quick jab at the Jon and dances away as the man curses him with blood gushing from his nose. He charges after and is met with another punch to the side of the face. Ser Duncan goes straight for the gut with his initial knee and doubles his man over. Seemingly his stomach upset he pukes out his mead before being thrust upon the floor with a kick to the back of the knee.

This leaves you with your Vander. Cursing and spitting at you with venom, you pick up stance against him and jab away at his face, that he manages to protect before grabbing a tankard and striking at you with it. A lucky hit to you shoulder buckles you for a moment but you return it with a kick to his knee and a punch towards his eye. Breath short and vapid you continue after the man, pressing your advantage with a flurry of blows to the face followed by one to his stomach.

Duncan has seemly won his fight after mounting the man and pummeling him into submission upon the flow. Victor still finds himself dancing with his man, pushing chairs and tables into his way and taking potshots with his tongue. You continue, your elbow crunching into the man’s face in a quickly taken movement into his range. He spins and only catches himself upon a chair. Grabbing his head you slam it into the table, feeling give, likely his nose, he slumps and falls limp. Duncan has gone to Victor’s side and the Jon has begun to beg for mercy, seeing his comrades broken.

“My Lord. Perhaps it best we took leave. Lorry pay the keep,” Victor calls to the squire, “My apologizes good man.”

And with that you’re off, leaving in a rushed hurry and mounting horse equally, it is not until you are within the crowd again you realize Dominic is attempting to gain your attention, “My Lord. The lady gave this to give to you.”

He hands you a sash of red, a small token from your little redhead, you think it may be best to call upon her later, to assure she is alright of course. Victor is laughing and telling Lorry of his travels in Essos and you feel calm. Rage still churned but not entirely, good to burn some off, even in common ways.

>Anything else to do in King’s Landing?
>Return to the Villa?

Also, hysterically, you could press charges against the men. They did start this and you are a Lord.

>>42561606
We could, but we won't, because we had fun

>>42561606
>Return to the Villa?

And don't press charges.

Recruit peasants and skilled laborers.

>>42561639
I doubted you guys would. It is unbecoming of a Lord to get in tavern fights though. Though the Spider will hear about it all the same.

>>42561606
>Return to the Villa?

Prepare ourselves for the meeting, could use a wash.

>>42561670
Yeah, but less unbecoming of a lord than STARTING tavern fights, at least.

>>42561664

So on this note, there is a couple of things.

One, in order to get Steadhold back to it's former status you'll need to invest in a Hamlet, which falls under Lands. It'll return people to everyday life in the Outer Ring and help your population again.

Any normal peasents tending to the land would be a Population gain during House Fortunes.

Skilled laborers of normal build would come with the Hamlet, producing wares for the House. Masters are required investments in Personage Wealth.

That and what sort of Lord goes about recruiting smallfolk?

>>42561606
>>Anything else to do in King’s Landing?

FUCK THE REDHEAD

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>>42561754
Later tonight anon.

>>42561750
Delegate the task to gather what we need to build a hamlet to one of our knights.

>>42561606
Presumably AFTER the meeting with arryn but would this be a time to try to meet with one of the free cities national banks?

>>42561606
could we look into some kind of Business venture with Merchant of some kind?

>>42561837
What kind man? You need to come up with an idea of your own. Fully. Think of something.

>>42561869
Not him, but we could potentially offer stud service when we rebuild our warhorse herds, which essentially means offering to have our prize stallions fertilise mares brought to visit - for a price.

Deciding you’ve had enough of taverns and the sights of King’s Landing you return to your family’s villa. A mite better than when you had returned to Westros it has begun to team with life again though not as much so it did in your youth, an investment in it may help return the prestige of your family’s holdings. At least letting those of the Crownlands know you’re still around and not out. Solhas meets you and the stablehand takes your Goldsong, busy day for the old boy.

“My Lord. A messenger has come I do not know their arms, a pig on green it looks like,” the Summer Islanders speaks in deep tone, unphased by the marks of a fight, “Says he will only speak to you, looks like a Knight.”
Oh joy, more Knights calling only upon you, more messengers with hushed words. Truly the game of politics was one of disgusting movement, but one you had little choice but to deal with. Allowing Solhas to lead you into a meeting room on the side of the Villa you regard a man of tall build but with a mite of stomach pressed into his plate mail, a pig on green it indeed was, but his other symbol was that of a mess of green and yellow. That of your mother’s, House Hayford. Your eyes spell confusion for a moment and he awaits quietly for you to speak.

“A Knight of House Hogg then I take it?”

“Yes my Lord.”

“Why do you call upon me then Ser?”

“With a message from your mother’s brother, my Lord. Lord Winston Hayford. He would request your presence at his townhouse upon the morrow,” the man ends simply. He seems the straight forward type, that or the easily intimidated, met by the Sons, ushered into a small room and waiting for a somewhat beat up looking Lord to regard him with distrust.

“My Lord? I will need a response in short order.”

>Meet with the Hayfords?
>Question this Ser Hogg more? Specifics?

>>42561922
We should get our horse breeding program up again so we can start selling them. And yeah offering nobles to have their own stock breed with ours could earn us a bit of cash

>>42561869
Horses and Timber? man we're short of resources on our end not to mention funds.

I suppose we could fund an expedition of sorts

>>42561939
>>Meet with the Hayfords?

Time to meet the family.
>>42561966
>I suppose we could fund an expedition of sorts

To where, offering what ?

Also Horses > Timber. It has been our family's bread and butter for generations.

>>42561939
>Meet with the Hayfords
Hayfords are a good prospect.

Trust me on this one guys.

>>42561939
>>Meet with the Hayfords?
Will you travel with us? If so, could I offer you a room and food for tonight while you inform me of the happening of your house and the house you're sworn to?

>>42562007
They are family, so yeah.
>>42562012
Dude no need to talk like that. They our mother's family.

>>42561994
anyone of the fuck off rich places that isn't Westeros fucking Yi ti, Bravos, Myr, Essos, the Slave cities, the Summer isles hell even Valayria.

as for what it would be more of a Buy cheap sell high venture

>>42562077
That requires quite the capital. Not to mention i am pretty sure rich merchant families guard those routes jealously.

But i think it might not be right considering Brynden. He has very little to no experience in that kind of thing. While we have people who may help us trading in Westeros. We got nothing that know what ot do that far away.

>>42561966
You don't even really have timber yet, not in excess to sell it at least. Need to fund it first.

That said, studding out your Horses is indeed an option. You just need to rebuild more before you can do so.

>>42562077
With what ships and coin?

This visit surprised you, you had not seen sight or sound of the Hayfords since your return home, that they were in the capital alongside yourself seemed… Off. But they were family, Lord Winston being your uncle. You had met the man once, in his younger years, recently married to a second daughter of House Rosby, she had died shortly after giving birth to their second second, in the time you were still in Westeros. Your mother had gone to Hayford to help her grieving younger brother, though as far as you knew he had never taken another wife. Nor was he the heir to the House, that was your other Uncle, Lord Watson Hayford. You truly did no little of the Rebellion if the youngest Hayford is now Lord.

“I would visit my mother’s family Ser Hogg,” you respond with a slow draw, “Though I would ask your name all the same.”

“Apologies my Lord. I had not… Expected those I met. I thought the rumors of your villa being bought by a Merchant Prince of Essos bore truth, I am Ser Horace Hogg. Swornsword of Lord Winston Hayford,” he responds giving Solhas an uncomfortable look, “Then it is is settled yes? I will return upon the morning to escort you my Lord. If you’ll excuse me.”
He bows stiffly and makes to leave, you offer no resistance and watch him off, he was too short of word for your liking. Seemingly discontented by your men, though you hardly blamed him, in truth you did look like a merchant prince straight from Pentos, one with a Maester somehow. “I ill like this my Lord,” Solhas interrupts, “He is too skittish, something was wrong with the man.”

“Perhaps Solhas, but they are my family. And should it be half truths again?” you smile at the giant of a man, “All I need do is storm off in a fury and fight some thugs in a bar.”

The Summer Islander laughs, being aware of your need to burn off steam from time to time. He begs leave and you return to the activities of your villa. One room remains closed off still, you having yet to breach it yourself knowing what took place beyond that door, but the rest was as clean and brilliant as Steadhold, likely more as it was intended to be lavish. You eat dinner with your men in the small dining hall and take counsel with Illiad playing a game of cyvasse, of which you were absolutely dreadful. Ser Duncan’s squire brings the two of you a drink and you give him the token from your redhead and a coin, “Do be a good lad Dominic,” you whisper into his ear. His eyes light up with the coin in his hand and he bounds off.

>Anything in particular to do before heading off for the night?
I.E. speaking to someone in particular, getting counsel about a particular idea, Seeking audience with someone in particular within King's Landing?

>>42562447
Benjen and Dontos about our mothers family.

>>42562447
Our mothers family and starting our horse breeding program up.

>>42562447
Seconding
>>42562553

>>42562447
Request meetings with any essosi bank representatives

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Blackfyre was here

Targs are shit

>>42562807
Targs are actually evil tbh. Hopefully Brynden adjusts well enough to Robert's rule that he'll make the right choice and not support Dany 'kinslayer' Targ if the time comes.

>>42562839
Drogo is the one who killed him, not Dany. So it is not really kinslaying.

>>42562807
>Targs are shit

>>42562839
>Targs are actually evil tbh. Hopefully Brynden adjusts well enough to Robert's rule that he'll make the right choice and not support Dany 'kinslayer' Targ if the time comes.

Traitors, both of you.

The Targaryens will always be my kings and queens.

>>42562839
>>42562807
get the fuck out of here

this a loyalist thread

>>42562839
Kinslaying is like incest, it's not a crime when Targs do it.

You take leave of Illiad, he had told you a story of Illion and his own youth and begged leave soon after, the thoughts still rung in your head. Promises to be kept, Illiad wished for nothing more than to save his brother, the only thing he ever asked you. You wonder how far you would have gone should there be a chance to save Isis or Pastorn. The thoughts swirling poorly in your mind before being dismissed as you seek out Maester Benjin. Having taken up shop in a small library on the opposite side of the villa he was hardly hard to find as he poured over a book. A book you knew, your House’s lineage.

“My Lord. The exploits of Ser Landor Malroy were truly great, perhaps a Dontos would have rivaled him in a day,” he says closing the book and regarding you softly, “Did you have need of my company my Lord?”

“Yes Benjin, I was curious of something, we recieved a messenger from House Hogg today, on behalf of the Hayfords,” you begin leafing through the book yourself stopping on Lord Bravil Malroy, “My Uncle, Lord Winston wished to meet with me, he was not heir to the House before the Rebellion, I would ask what all I missed in those years regarding my mother’s family.”

Benjin’s face turns sour, “Much my Lord. Your grandfather passed shortly after you left leaving the Hosue to his son, Ser Watson. But during the years of the Rebellion the Hayfords sided with the Targaryens and we almost slaughtered to a man. Ser Watson, you two aunts lost, and of course your mother, Lord Winston only received mercy for fear of killing the House off entirely. None of your cousins remain outside of Winston’s children. Truly they are the last three it would seem. A precarious situation, though House Hogg stayed loyal to them, unlike our own Redwards, there is word they are gaining more power with their liegelords diminishing fortunes.”

Sad words to hear, you had hoped to see more of your family still alive, though it did you well to know at least they survived and were not torn entirely to pieces. It was odd however that Wintson had not taken another wife in the following years though, knowing how serious their position was.

“Maester, what are our herds looking like at the moment? I know Gawen has been hard at work bringing what resources together he can to get the bloodline reborn, but what of the others?”

“Still mangled I’m afraid, our herds number in the 300s I’m afraid, a few are of breeding quality still. It is likely we could stud the horses off in small numbers, but not en masse as we use to do with the other Crownland Houses,” he responds sensing your direction, “Gawen would know more of this than I my Lord. Perhaps upon our return to Steadhold he would be able to speak to it. It would do well for our coffers, that is a certainty.”

Dominic enters the room loudly, blushing madly, you ask, “Yes squire?”

“My Lord. I did as was requested of me,” he responds stuttering through his words, “I would beg leave.” And he leaves without a response. Poor boy likely just met his first woman, one with a flirtatious streak it would appear, he’ll learn.

Begging leave of Benjin you return to your quarters, the night peeking in through the window, your door is shut but upon opening it you see a nude form lying in wait upon your bed. She rises to meet your gaze, biting her lower lip, her wild hair spraying out across the bedsheets of gold. Her voice that of a whisper, though not frightened as the seamstress’s daughter had been, she speaks in Valyrian and begs your presence, inviting you into her embrace as you join her in the bed. She is demanding of your attention, lips meeting neck and trailing their way across her body, nibbling along to small pleas of continued pleasures. Her voice sings as you take her in a rough passion driving the days fury and wrath to their end.

-Morning-

You wake to the little redhead wrapped upon your body and a knock upon the door, Lorry today it would seem as he enters quietly to your call.

“Milord, Ser Horace awaits you,” he says and leaves without breaking eye contact with you.

You remove yourself carefully, bathe and dress, her eyes follow you as you move to leave and she gives you a pouty look hoping for more attention. Perhaps a bed warmer for you stay in King’s Landing would be a useful distraction.

Ser Hogg awaits you in the courtyard, and meets you with a leveled and careful gaze, no more words being needed on his end today. The trip to the Hayfords villa was short, being a small walk from your own. Men at arms await in the courtyard and you recognize the man standing upon the stairs, your uncle Lord Winston. He draws himself within your range quickly and catches you in an embrace as you dismount, “It is good to see you again nephew, or Lord Malroy. Please. Come. We’ve much to speak of. Would you like to speak in private? Or perhaps see your cousins? They are practicing in the yard this morning.”

Two votes:

>Keep redhead as a bedwarmer for your stay
>Send her away

>Meet in private with Lord Winston Hayford
>Meet with him in the yard, seeing your cousins as well

I'm really sorry about how slow I seem today. Not sure what it is.

>>42563135
>Keep redhead as a bedwarmer for your stay
Couldnt hurt.

>Meet in private with Lord Winston Hayford

Business first. Then we can say hello to the cousins after their practice.

>>42563135
>>Keep redhead as a bedwarmer for your stay
>Meet in yard

>>42563135
See our cousins. Don't bring it up now but it might be smart for one of them to come stay with us, to make it harder for the entire family to die in a freak accident.

>>42563135
>Keep redhead as a bedwarmer for your stay

>>42563197
seconding

>>42563197
>Couldnt hurt.
inb4 second bastard

>>42563225
Eh. We either take care of it or have her drink moontea. Its no worry

>>42563135
>>Send her away
Thank her and make sure she knows that her "tendings" were greatly apreciated, would call again.
>Meet with him in the yard, seeing your cousins as well

>>42563225
>Implying we care
>Implying he won't be raised a Maester
>Implying we can't tell redhead to take a hike if thats the case

>>42563238
You would murder our child?

>>42563315
When you put it like that, yes.

>>42563315
I dont really care either way. Have her drink moontea, have the baby supported, tell the redhead and her bastard to go get fucked. Either way is fine.

>>42563135
>Keep redhead as a bedwarmer for your stay
>Meet in private with Lord Winston Hayford

>>42563135
Send her away, it's seeming like this trip keeps getting extended, and if we're going to have repeated sex with someone to the point that it's more likely than not to create a bastard I'd rather do it with the seamstress's daughter.

>>42563135
>Keep redhead as a bedwarmer for your stay
>Meet with him in the yard, seeing your cousins as well

low key greeting considering the shit both our families have been through

>>42563357
fuck you redhead is love redhead is life

menage a trois with redhead and Seamstress daughter when?

>>42563452
Bastard sons can go off and become knights, but there's not really much that's socially acceptable to do for bastard daughters, a whore's daughter is likely to become a whore where a seamstress's daughter...'s daughter has the opportunity to become a seamstress.

Am I the only one worried the redhead might be (no pun intended) in bed with the Spider?

>>42563501
Not really. A nobleman's bastard daughter can be married off to a smaller/lower ranked house. There is ofcourse always the church by becoming a Septa or Silent Sister

>>42563501
>Bastard sons can go off and become knights
What is Bryden Bloodraven

>>42563523
You're paranoid. And I say this as someone worried about being used by Varys because of his agent on our council.

>>42563575
I'm not saying they always DO but bastard son's are much less worse off than trueborn sons in comparison to bastard vs trueborn daughters.

>>42563523
mate WE'RE in bed with Vary's

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>>42563575
I am angry. Angry about Bloodraven.

Before leaving you had left word with Illiad to speak with your little prize, offer her to stay in your villa for the duration of your stay. You had little doubt she would accept, being so enthralled by the night prior as she was. The presence of lady would do your temper well in the late nights, and watching her about the villa would be pleasant as an aside.

Your Uncle keeps an arm wrapped around you and you gain measure of the man. He was as short as he had always been, a few inches less than you, but was built like a bull, a strange difference from the usually slight of build Hayfords. His fair hair matched your mother’s and his tongue that of his father, sharp and to the point. He was a Knight in the same vein as Dontos, but one that took the reigns of his Household with vigor, unlike his counterpart.

“Let us meet in private a mite before I see my cousins again my Lord Uncle,” you respond flashing him a smile and reassurance of your presence.

“Of course nephew. Come, we will meet in my solar, it has a fair view of the Narrow Sea,” he says cutting off in a rushed walk you caught up alongside him. He seemed to retain the vigor of his youth when you met him last, speaking to his men at arms with glad word and introducing you to them along the way. You emerge into the lavish solar, the banner of House Hayford hangs upon the wall and you inspect the absolute mess happy to see it once more. Your mother’s shield upon her marriage into the House stood with the rest into the great hall of Steadhold but it never seemed as bright as those of cloth.

“Come, sit, sit. Wine? Of course, wine, what else would we have. Here Brynden,” he says pushing a goblet into your hand and taking another himself.

“Uncle, calm down. I am not some ghost I am here in truth,” you say laughing and taking a small sip of the golden wine, “It is good to see you though Winston. I had not expected you in King’s Landing.”

“Ah. No, nor I you Brynden,” he says taking a seat and finally calming his nerves, “I had hoped to catch you before you departed to Claw Isle, lucky as I was to catch you before you took ship.”

Odd that he knew that you thought, information of House actions travel quickly in the small lands of the Crowns, but not so quick as to reach meeting upon chance in the wake of them. Before you can speak though he begins again.

“My Lord. I wished to give my deepest sympathies for the lose of your mother. I loved my dear sister with all the love I could muster, her kindness helped me through the loss of my wife,” he rushes, “If there is anything I can do to aid you, please do not hesitate to ask. I would see our Houses working together again. As the allies such a marriage would have promised. I would hope you wish to see much of the same my Lord.”

“Winston, slow down. Please,” you say keeping a carefully eye on the man, he fidgets slightly, something is off. Your gaze usually did that but he had a genuine worry about him.

>Questions for your Uncle, Lord Winston Hayford?

>>42563658
>Questions for your Uncle, Lord Winston Hayford?

What specific reason did he call for us

If he can help us with our debt. Just to cover some of it atleast.

>>42563580
We are being used by Varys anon. The best we can do is make it a mutual beneficial situation. He is pretty much one of our few "allies" on the continet.

>>42563658
So, he seems off. In case there's a legitimate reason, but to not seem interrogating, I'm suggesting something the lines of "Are rumors of my time in Essos so terrifying? You seem ill at ease."

If trust is assured I'm going to suggest admitting that we've heard rumors about Redward gathering armed scoundrels which concern us.

>>42563658
"I would give the relationship between our houses the honour it is due. But I would expect such a suggestion to come with discussion of areas of mutual interest. So, do you have something that you would ask of me? Tell me honestly, and I can give you a fair accounting of how dutiful a nephew I can be."

We should be polite, fairly friendly, but get to the damn point. Him being nervous is making me anxious to get to the point.

>>42563755
Thats because you Shadowrun 24/7 anon.

>>42563608
I'm sorry for not reading right what you wrote 1st concerning the sons, though, depending of the region/father not all bastard daughters turns to become whore. Hell we could pay so that she become a septa if anything. Or have her enter service into either our household or the soon to be reformed Redward(name will most likely change to one of our knights') like Mia Stone

>>42563784
I'm not saying ALL bastard daughters are going to become whore, i'm just saying that the bastard daughters of whores are the likeliest bastard daughters to become whores.

>>42563776
Why couldn't our trip to Claw Isle just be a milk run?

>>42563812
No such thing as a milk run in Game of Shadowthrone

>>42563749
this

>>42563749
He may even be worried we arent Brynden considering he hasnt seen us in many, many years.

>>42563755
I hate that /tg/ protagonist have this cunt way of talking. Like, every single protagonist /tg/ plays tries to talk like they're smart but you can just tell they're not. "What do you need, Uncle, is something wrong? You seem nervous" would accomplish the exact same thing.

>>42564058
>Like, every single protagonist /tg/ plays tries to talk like they're smart but you can just tell they're not. "What do you need, Uncle, is something wrong? You seem nervous"
Except if we mention that he seems nervous he knows that we know something's up, you dickpull.

>>42563755
Dude. Who talks like that ?

>>42564058
Vlad Tepish from Feral Necromancer is a right-up cunt tho.
>What you want fam? roll for diplomance and fail
>just....
>Say no more. [genocide intensifies]

>>42564058
>>42564171
Fine, you don't like my words. From now on, communicate with other nobles through the medium of ebonics, if you like.

Fucking hell.

>>42564160
Well that is the benefit of >>42563749 where it gives him a chance to explain himself and maybe we WILL be able to trust him, but even otherwise by playing it off we make ourselves seem less suspicious.
The fact is if there's a chance we can trust him we REALLY want to be able to. He's family, we both had a sister raped and murdered by the same dude, the dude who is building up arms.

>>42564234
The problem is that it sounds more like a stockholders meeting than a meeting between nobility, and even then there's still a good amount of "if i use 20 big words to say what could be said with 10 small ones that makes me sound smart right?"

>>42564234
Lad, Brynden isn't some (not) witty crafty cunt, he's a hothead.

>>42564234
We are family, we are in private. It is okay to be a bit more relaxed and informal.

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>>42564234
>communicate with other nobles through the medium of ebonics, if you like.

>mfw we find out Lady Olenna speaks Jive.

“Are the rumors of my travels in Essos so terrifying as to make you ill at ease by my mere presence Uncle?” you ask the man, placing your goblet down and regarding him fully, you reach for the streak of silver hair Elionwy had left, “I know I do not look the young man you once met Uncle, but know that it is I in truth.”

Winston flinches away from your question and downs more of his wine in an attempt to calm his nerves, “No nephew… I did not mean to. Seven hells.” He slumps back, holding his goblet with both hands, before looking to you once more, “I know it is you in truth Brynden. But it is like seeing a ghost. I did not see my sister before her death for many years. You are all that is left of her. It cuts at me, that my own family would see such death and doom and then to know my brother other two sisters suffered much the same. At least Ser Dontos fought, I only begged for mercy from the Usurper. By sheer luck did I and my sons survive.”

You place a hand upon your Uncles and bring him to your attention again, he wasn’t nervous of fear, but that of not knowing, “Uncle. I am sorry for this. Know that the pain has yet to leave my heart as well. As I whored and sold my sword in Essos my family died. We each know pain, but remain to right it.”

He takes solace in this, gulping down his fear, “Thank you nephew. It is good to see that you take after your Lord father so very much. He was a great man, my sister would have never found a better match.” Winston goes to refill his cup and then begins speaking again, “I get ahead of myself Lord. Do you wish answer of me?”

“In a few regards Uncle, you speak of wishing to see alliance rebuilt, but mention no specifics. No mutual interest as of yet, why do you call me here upon this day?”

>>42564325
That would honestly not suprise me one bit.

Lord Hayford sits up straight again and begins to speak, “As you know my Lord nephew, the Hayfords have never been that of a martial bend, our marriage to your House was that of mutual benefit, your standing army to be joined with ours in times of need, our superior goods of quality in trade, such as leather and cloth. But now we both stand neutered, my House lost much of its enterprise and I am still attempting to rebuild it, but the damanable debt I owe to the Crown has presented me with an issue, as I’m sure it has you. If we could work together… My family needs horse. Yours materials, my House’s leather works are still of the finest quality.”

There it was, he wanted an alliance, something built around a trade deal, “Well Uncle,my herds hurt at the moment but I am sure I can find warhorse a plenty for your needs. I would see alliance built. As you’ve no doubt heard the Redwards to the south-”

Winston cuts you off, “Are a family of traitorous bastards!”

You flinch at the outburst, feelings as deeply seeded as your own, “Calm Winston. Yes, I know. And they will get their due. But he gathers an army below my lands, one of scum and criminals, mercenaries and hedge Knights, I have no way to combat him alone should it come to that.”

“War my Lord? No… No. I could not go to war again. What if I lost my sons? I- no Brynden. I cannot, they are favored by the crown, we could not win… I can’t have my House thrown into that upon the will of vengeance,” your uncle stutters out, he wished for alliance but not one of military might but yet he built his. Perhaps your cousins had more pull than you had thought, but why need of horse otherwise? This all made no sense. Someone else was pulling his strings you knew it.

>Engage your Uncle further, attempting to pull from him what the fuck is going on
>Suggest you meet with your cousins now, perhaps they hold sway where you cannot see

>>42564299
This is mostly right. Pretty much any "lordly" speak you hear from Brynden is being forced out from Benjin and Dontos.

When he gets pissed off or is cutting with the Sons, he is much more informal.

That said, I'm not particularly defined on his manner of speech. I do as the situation warrants.

>>42564379
>>Engage your Uncle further, attempting to pull from him what the fuck is going on

"Speak openly with me uncle"

>>42564379
>Suggest you meet with your cousins now, perhaps they hold sway where you cannot see
I still think Jon Arryn is workable, lads. Maybe we can get some of that delicious 'protection under the King's peace'

>>42564379
Okay they may be favored by the crown, but we're asking for help if they ATTACK us. Even in this atmosphere the crown wouldn't dash us against the rocks for defending ourselves and our kin.

But yeah I want to ask what he needs the horses for if he's unwilling to make war.

>>42564379
>>Suggest you meet with your cousins now, perhaps they hold sway where you cannot see

>>42564379
>Engage your Uncle further, attempting to pull from him what the fuck is going on
"Sheeeeit nigga, you know we blood. Hit me wit' what's eatin' ya, fam, and we bust our asses 'til we got it on lock."

>>42564540
wow you're even worse at ebonics than you are at talking smart

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>>42564540
>This level of salt

>>42564379
>Engage your Uncle further, attempting to pull from him what the fuck is going on

You had suspicious of your cousins, Samuel was a few years younger than yourself but was made to be a merchant, his mind sharp and his tongue cunning, and while he was also a Knight he was more at home in talks of trade rather than the battlefield. Then their was Wesley, a Tourney Knight as far as you knew, having always wished to joust in his young age, you remember your father gifting him a pony upon his eighth nameday. He was not one for schemes, but Samuel would likely hold sway. This caused you to believe you had a better position here with just your Uncle, rather than engaging the three together.

“Uncle. You talk in circles. Need of horse? Yet not that of war? I do not breed horses to plow fields Winston,” you begin and his eyes avert again, “You wish for alliance though if my enemies attack you would not take the field alongside mine own?”

“Brynden, you have to understand. I can’t lose Samuel or Wesley. What if they both die in the field?”

“You’re avoiding the question Winston. I understand that part. But not why you need more horses.”

“We… We, Samuel I mean. He wishes to um…” he stammers out, you caught him out. There was additional intent behind the need of your horses, while your uncle was once a soldier that part of him died after the Rebellion, and Wesley likely did not hold enough power to command need of mounted forces for the House. This was entirely Samuel.

“Why does Samuel need my House’s horses Uncle?”

He looks to you with guilt in his eyes, “To sell my Lord. To breed with our own. To ease our own burdens. We ply goods of cloth and leather. They do not sell for nearly half of one of your horses… We cannot possibly escape this debt while you still hold chance.”

And there was the truth of it. Would they have undercut you and lied is a question you dare not ask, but you noted the truth in his tongue. Their debt was as great as your own, and it was truth, they would have difficulty recovering. But to sell something given in trade, possibly undermining yourself, that was what cut at you. Every other House wished to use, even those that were family. Were you so disadvantaged that you looked the easiest of targets? A second son, unused to the intrigues of court? Is that what they thought of you?

>Responses for your Uncle?
>Do you wish to speak to your cousins?
Here’s a chance to turn the tables. People have noted how poor off the House Malroy is and people will continue to attempt their bullshit until you prove otherwise. Turn it to you advantage, some rolls will be required.

>>42564922
offer to lend some of our horses (of the poorer stock) in return for coin say 400-500 dragons a month

Christ alive why is everyone a shitlord trying to fuck us over?

Trade would be good. So long it isn't on unreasonable terms

trade would also attract more people to our land. But we should talk with the cousins

>>42564922
Seven deliver us from fucking WESTEROS

>>42565021
by this I basically mean a breeding program for them

also possibly goods of equal worth if they can't pay coin

>>42565033
Because we are laying on the floor and if they can save themselves or take advantage of us while we are down they will beat us like a dead horse

>>42564922
Seconding
>>42565021
>>42565057

Rent out some of the horses to be breeding studs.

Call him a vulture. The imply we would've helped him had he asked honestly in the first place.
I don't really see what we can do here. We could bring him along to speak with Jon Arryn, but that's all I can think of.

>>42565021
I doubt they'll be able to manage that, if their debt is the same as ours that's the same as the crippling monthly payments to the crown.

Mention the idea of refinancing to him. If we were to engage in trade (though less fucking us over), and both of us went to different essosi banks and talked up the trade like we were ripping off the other, we'd presumably both get better terms than with no trade at all.

Not willing to get fucked over, but still don't want to leave them in the dirt because they ARE family and that matters to us, even if not to them.

>>42565021

Good lord your horses are not worth that much. Essentially, if you were to help them set up a breeding program, you would be fronting 5 Wealth in terms of studs(but not actually have to pay anything), and they would pay you the other 5 Wealth to get it started. So a total 10 Wealth as the Horse Husbandry holding requires. Your Horses would be away for however many months.

In return along with the 5 Wealth, you would receive the perks of Animal Husbandry>High Quality Leatherworks, to do with how you wish, the trade deal would allow you access to a pretty healthy resource of high quality goods for your military which was the original purpose behind the marriage.

This is of course if you wish to help him.

I want to help him, but I want to be confrontational about it. Can we atleast express displeasure and tell him he'd get no deal from us if he weren't family?

>>42565284
Don't alienate possible allies.
They're weak, we can use them to help us both.

>>42565284
I really prefer the family still matters to US sort of shaming him rather than admitting that he's successfully taking advantage of our relationship.

And regardless I think it might be a good idea to suggest one of our cousins stay with us to prevent a freak accident wiping out the whole family. Even if we can't come to terms we can try to provide that. If we had a legitimate heir and spare I'd send one over to them too.

>>42565248
yeah but the horses are our only real selling point

I say we do it but with our lower quality horses so our brand isn't ruined in return the give us money and/or goods of a certain value to which we can pay off our monthly installments with so we can focus on actually paying off our debt

>>42565284
Blood of Valyria gives you a +2 to Intimidate checks. And it would not be the first time Brynden used his overwhelming presence to get a better deal. Sellsword contracts and all that.

Note, at the end of the day you'll still have the reputation for Horses of finest quality, they will only have basics, and a Rare Bloodline, Tourney Horses, and War Horses will be a long way off if they pursue it. So you would still dominate the market.

Our horses are among the best because House Malroy breed them, to let a new house sell HQ horses would reduced their values, and their qualities.

How about we agree to give/lend him some of our horses to breed but any sells are made by our house, he'll get the money from the sales of his horse of course.

>>42565326
Don't worry anon I'm getting to that.

>>42565329
Entirely possible. You need not even use the golden hair, your House has several other colors of Horse, the golden hair is just that of the absolute finest. It's the reason Goldsong has blood from the Rare Bloodline, that is where the golden hair resides.

It should be fine if we use some from the lesser stock

At some point we really need to exclaim "do people think sellswords don't get clients trying to trick them into shitty contracts?"

>>42565398
Entirely possible. You need not even use the golden hair, your House has several other colors of Horse.

something of middling quality then so as not to sour relations and to help them if for nothing else but for the fact they are the few family they have left

>>42565394
An idea as well. Samuel would likely protest as he is objectively the better salesman, but you hold the marbles right now. In dealing with his father you have chance to turn this entire deal to your own purposes, guilt ridden as he was. Samuel is mostly the dick in this situation, your Uncle was nervous because of it.

Alright so let's see if I can frame up a deal.

Malroy provides studding services for X amount of months to Hayford for 5 Wealth. These horses would still be considered coursers, but mostly black of color and middling in quality. This will provide Hayford with the Horse Husbandry holding.

In addition they receive trade rights to Animal Husbandry>High Quality Leatherworks for your own purposes. All bonuses on a crunch level will be applied.

In addition, all sales of the Horses will be thru your House as to maintain the quality assurance your name confers, and you will receive an as of yet decided portion of the sales as a commission.

Is this an acceptable deal?

>>42565542
Did you change your mind back to refinancing being out of the question or something?

>>42565563

Oh no I didn't. I just haven't gotten to the part where it comes up yet. I have a planned scene for it.

>>42565542
If Samuel disagrees just tell him we'll kill him next time he tries to cheat us. He's on as poor terms with the King as we apparently are, fuck him. It's our way or the high way. The deal with his father is acceptable.

>>42565579
Then how about bring up the idea of using the trade as a chance for both of us to get one past creditors for refinancing? Is that a possibility? In that case we'd want a deal where we could both conceivably argue we were coming out ahead.

>>42565542
Sounds good to me

>>42565619

Well on your end that is entirely possible. Winston is loathe to work with Essosi banks outside of the Iron Bank, and Samuel would likely take to that idea better than him, being the businessman he is.

If we were dealing with Samuel and Winston, as opposed to just the latter as it is right now, that would be something of note. Samuel would have made this more even and could use such a thing to his advantage in refinancing. Winston would rather do it his own way.

That's not stopping you from use it later mind.

>>42565542
Yeah, as long as we can fine tune the quality of their horses to be well above the rest and well below ours. We'll need to find a good salesman to counter our cousin.

Heck we could even "sweeten" the pot and offer that we make lower quality products of leathers and leather accessories to up their sales a bit. Maybe even offer an "in" in the Essos market if they do not have one already?

>>42565542
works

>>42565619
this as well

>>42565693
You would have pretty firm control over the quality of their Horses. Using the black horses as a more "middle ground" option when making bulk sales. Think of it as a subsidiary of your own Holding, maintained by another House. You'll still see the profit from it, just less so.

Leatherworks are common enough that you wouldn't impact the market much. However, it would definitely be possible to mention the Essos market in. They love their leather. That was a weird sentence. It would put the trade deal further in your favor.

Alright so we're good with the deal then. A few votes on how to approach it.

1. Include mention of refinancing debt as described in: >>42565619
Yay or nay?

2.Sweeten pot by mention of an "in" to the Essos market, as described in: >>42565693
Yay or nay?

3. How do you wish to approach this?
>Intimidate him into compliance?
>Convince and Bargain your way to the ends of the deal?

>>42565873
>1
Yay
2
Yay
>Convince and Bargain your way to the ends of the deal?
If he's against the refinancing, too bad for him.

>>42565873
>1. Include mention of refinancing debt as described

Nay. For now. take it up with Semuel

>2.Sweeten pot by mention of an "in" to the Essos market, as described in: >>42565693
Yay or nay?

Yay

>Intimidate him into compliance?

We have a legit reason to be angry. But we will forgive him if he gives in

>>42565873
1, maybe with "we'd need to bring in samuel to make sure the deal can be made to look lopsided in either direction."

As far as winston only wanting to work with the iron bank, that's fine to me, we'd need to split up the banks we went and talked to so we didn't have both of us going to the same bank talking about how much we're ripping the other off.

As far as the essos "in" goes, mention but don't promise anything more than the truth.

And i'd rather intimidate just by being intimidating rather than actually making threats, if that makes sense.

>>42565873
1
>Nay
2
>Yay
3
>Convince and Bargain

>>42565873
>1 yay
>2 Yay
>3 convince

>>42565873
>1
Yay
>2
Yay
>3
Intimidate him, he's a merchant not a soldier so we'd have a better chance strong arming him into the deal than negotiating

>>42565873
>>1
>Yay
>>2
>Yay
>>3
>Intimidate him we're ANGRY

>>42565873
Nay
Yay
Intimidate

>>42565960
Suddenly noticing this is unclear, that's a yay on 1

Alright then.

So we'll attempt to bring up the refinancing aspect of it.

Definitely offer to provide an in to the Essos market, you actually do have one of those in Myr.

And we'll intimidate him into compliance. >>42565960 is basically how I'm going to play that, threats in this situation do nothing. Just mere presence.

Alright time for some writing getting ready to fuck it all up on the rolls.

This feels a lot like House Harrock felt way back then, minus the stupidly strong and stupid Heir.

>>42566106
>House Harrock

mah nigga

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Hey dad, would you be so kind to place our land(and disputed land) along our uncle's on this map, or any map for that matter.
From the ASOIAF wiki it sounds like Hayford is about half a day North of King's Landing and Steadhold is about the same but west?

You would not be used, not again, you had your Uncle at a disadvantage and he knew it, there was purpose behind wishing to meet in the yard, Samuel would have saved him. Here, between the two of you, there was only the word of two Lords entering into a deal. One that would favour you greatly if you had your damn way about it.

“Uncle. I understand your plight, and truly I wish to help you. But I cannot allow you to devalue my own horses or undercut me,” you start, his eyes dim with lost hope, “However. I could see value in expanding my holdings to another House. We have horses to spare for use as studs, though not of the quality of the golden haired courser you see upon my banner, though they will be provided at cost. My Master-of-Horse would provide a detailed breeding plan for your Horses, and they would reach into middling quality comparably, distinguished by dark hair. Still profitable to your House though in bulk.”

Winston sits up again, seemingly enticed by your offer, and meets your eyes, only to mind them entirely focused upon him, emerald flame shining bright in the early morning, he looks away for a moment, “I-I should get Samuel. He would know better of this than I.” He goes to move, but you place a hand upon his knee and guide him gently back to his seat with a fixed and heavy gaze.

“No Uncle. I think not. This is a deal between Lords is it not? Your son can play to business when he becomes head of the House,” you say your voice heavy, your baritone took more force than that of your voice to whisper sweet nothings to young ladies, a skill in manipulating your voice that had won you many contracts before. You continue, “In addition to this, you House will provide the High Quality Leatherworks, as were promised, my men have need of such a resource. It will not be sold by my own House. However, the Horses your House provides will be considered a subsidiary of my own, and as such all sales will be through my own, as we have the name and pedigree that speaks to quality. Unlike your own. We will take a commision for each sale.”

Winston seeing an opportunity to favor the deal on his die speaks again, “A commission? Shared profit yes? 30-70 in favor of my House seems fair as we will be providing for these Horses my Lord.”

And there was a slip, you leveled your gaze again, and caught him in it, “I think not Uncle. It is my House's name that commands price for these Horses. Our salesmen, our pedigrees. You have no such standing.”

>Roll 3d6+2 for Intimidate. Degrees of success will determine your commission rate.

Rolled 5, 1, 2 + 2 = 10 (3d6 + 2)

>>42566453

>>42566453

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

>>42566453

>>42566407
See,>>42559565

The disputed land is northeast along the Rush. Though not so disputed now. Langward is beyond that.

Hayford is close to Sow's Horn. Somewhere along the road.

Redward lands are directly south of yours. Pretend the Kingswood extends a bit further out to meet it.

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

>>42566453

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

>>42566453

>>42566453
roll

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

>>42566453

>>42566473
>>42566483
>>42566490

14 saved it. Two degrees of success. 60-40 in your favor now. Bunch of dicks.

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>>42566515
Whoa shit

>>42566515
Thank fucking god you are slow anon

>>42566515
You are being judged right now.

>>42566515
Lmao

“Rather 60-40 in my favor Lord uncle. You must also remember your son’s original intent. His poor thoughts would have left the entire market devalued. Folly for someone so accomplished as a businessman in his own right, do you think not Winston?”

His eyes have yet to leave yours this time, “Yes Brynden. Folly indeed. Those terms are… fair.”

“As I thought Uncle. Now, not wishing to see my own family in such a dire position I would have a few thoughts. I know of a man from Myr in my travels that has use of quality leather. Should I put you in contact with him, then perhaps you would see an influx in your own wealth as well?”

“You would do that Brynden? I’ve only customers upon Westeros… Expansion across the Narrow Sea has always been a dream, but not feasible without the contacts… Yes, that would help immensely. Even offset the Horses,” he gushes for a moment seeing hope yet again, and one without a prick upon it to surprise him.

“Perhaps another thought my Lord. I intend to refinance my debt with a bank of Essos, though many Lords of the Seven Kingdoms are loathe to deal with them. Perhaps you should give thought to this as well? This new deal could be used as a bargaining chip, we seek out different banks, boost of our superior position in this deal and gain a better contract for it.”

“I… I don’t know Brynden. Samuel would know better for that. Perhaps you should speak with him?” he goes to rise but the movement of your gaze to his knee stops him and he settles again, “No… Two Lords yes. Honest counsel Brynden. I would… Consider it.”

“A good thought Uncle. So… In that, do we have a deal? Trade agreement keeping you from my wars, but one that helps your House’s precarious position, no?”

“Yes… Yes nephew. A good deal. I would accept, I need know one more detail. How much would we be at cost for use of your Horses? 800 gold dragons (4 Wealth) seems fair for the few months we’ll have them,” he says with some degree of strength attempting to fight your presence, though his eyes escape yours.

“I would rather see more Uncle. My Horses are not plowman's beasts of burden. But truer paragons of their kind. I do this as a kindness despite your son’s intention, 800 almost seems an insult. Perhaps 1200 gold dragons? (6 Wealth)”

Roll 3d6+3 for Intimidate, again degrees of success will determine your rate.
-1 for mentioning the refinancing, while plainly being in the better position
+2 for offering to hook him up with some Essos connections

>>42566515
Forgot to offer your firstborn to the dice gods I see.

Rolled 5, 5, 5 + 3 = 18 (3d6 + 3)

>>42566886

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

>>42566886

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>>42566918
PRAISE THE GODS!

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

>>42566886

>>42566918
>>42566929
>>42566959

Well shit, damn good effort there. Two degrees of success, 6 Wealth gain it is. On a challenge of 12, if you had only a single success it would have been 5, failed 4.

We shoudl soon have enough money to buy free Illad's brother. We will gain awesome Myrish Crossbows

>>42567015
we'll need one more wealth

>>42567015
Then we'll be rolling in dough. Didn't father say that they're super rare in the seven kingdoms? We can make bank selling them to King's landing. That's not even mentioning how they'll effect our military.

>>42567132
So we will do it when we roll for our monthly income thing.

>>42567173
get Illiad's brother ASAP and pay the 400 dragons owed for the month beyond that can't say

>>42567164
Dont think we will have enough to make that big buck. We got like 1 guy making them.

>>42567218
Have him build the important bits, and teach apprentices how to make the stock and other easy parts. Over time, we'll have an entire guild cranking them out.

>>42567276
>Letting every dumb Westerosi learn your most prized craft.

>>42567276
would be better to stick to the one for a while to drive up the demand of Westrosi Myrish crossbows

“Ah. Yes, it is nephew. I forget myself, I forget my honor. My son forgets his place, 1200 gold dragons it is my Lord. I would have my men bring payment upon the morrow, and we can sign this contract into place, yes?”

You finally sigh and turn your gaze elsewhere, taking a sip of the wine again, “Yes Uncle, that seems a fine idea to me. Perhaps now I should meet with my cousins? I do believe our business is done, and I could use the walk.”

“Hm? Oh! Of course Brynden. Come, come, They are likely taking lunch now,” he says almost jumping to his feet, wishing to be rid of your oppressive air. It amused you to a degree to find your skills at negotiation as a sellsword translated so well to dealing with Nobles, even if they were your family. But you not be trifled with in such a manner, not be Crab nor family. You follow after your uncle, regarding his men with a smile as you cross into the dining hall.

“I would beg leave of you nephew. Samuel and I have much to discuss, and I will need to contact my steward…” Winston rushes out once more, his nervousness returning, “Please do enjoy yourself though. I believe Wesley would enjoy speaking with you.”

Lord Hayford scurries off after that leaving you to yourself, your eyes glance about the dining hall and you see Winston pick his son up and pull him away, a shout following afterwards as they exit. Ser Horace and what would appear to be the younger Hayford remain. Crossing the room briskly to them, Ser Wesley stands to meet you, and his eyes alight with happiness, “Cousin! It is you! Return from Essos to save my Aunt’s House! Come, sit with us! I would hear of your stories.”

8 Wealth and we haven't rolled for this month fortune.

Wesley demands your attention next to him, and while you cut at the roasted chicken upon the table you tell him small bits and pieces of your life across the Narrow Sea, and for his part he is enthralled by it. Traveling along the Dragon Road, fighting wars as a sellsword for the Free Cities, taking maidens in the dark of night from their places at their husbands side, The boy of seven and ten has never heard such stories, let alone from his own blood.

Your conversation soon turns to your House’s fortunes however, and Wesley looks displeased by the turn, “In truth Brynden, Sam holds all the power of my father’s ear in that. He attempts everything he can to sway him towards this venture or the next. By the Seven, we came to King’s Landing seeking out some Tyroshi trader to make a deal with. It’s all hogwash. No offense Horace.”

“None taken my Lord.”

“But yes, regardless. All I wish to do is travel, and bring glory to my House. But my father insists I stay in Hayford, and my brother just wants to use me as a marriage option, gaining some fat dowry in the process. I wish to joust and be a true Knight of Tourneys, a legend but I am stuck here. Lamenting what could be.”

The way Wesley spoke seemed of your thoughts before your flight, not wishing to be stifled by the burdens of service to your family. Seeking glory, the veneration of a legend amongst men. He was a Knight, and a man of age, he could seek service with another House. Indeed you could use it as a means to further cement your deal with his father. And give you an in to the House’s military might should it be needed.

>Convince Wesley to join your Household as your swornsword?
>Leave it be

>>42567356
see his skill first though.
>Convince Wesley to join your Household as your swornsword?

>>42567356
>>Convince Wesley to join your Household as your swornsword?

>>42567382
This

Ask him about his success in tourneys, it should give us a good idea of his skills.

>>42567356
>>Convince Wesley to join your Household as your swornsword?

Convince him

>>42567382
>>42567439
Guys he's 17, I don't think he has a lot of experience. This is about going around his brother and dad to get to the military power.

>>42567496
What were we doing when we were 17?

>>42567578
Got a girl from Tyrosh pregnant and fled to Essos. We had knightly training but never finished it. He will most likely be a tiny bit more experienced than Brynden was back then

So wait, did we just gain the full benefits of Animal Husbandry and a High Quality Leatherworks? Because if so, we just made out like a fucking bandit.

Well a sworn sword isn't the terms I wanted to suggest one of them lives with us on, its not very good insurance of house survival if he's risking death.

(Also man I feel like we ended up ripping THEM off which while the probably deserve it for trying to do the same to us does not make us a great nephew)

>>42567665
Someone post what we've gained in stats?

>>42567684
Hey. THey broke our trust first. Granted we will most likely help them out when we are in the clear.

A brief opportunity, to grasp upon your mother’s House, his word would speak well to those amongst Hayfords military, if he were to ask for their aid that is. And at moment he looked a boy, starry eyed by his elder’s travels, and wishing for freedom from his nest.

“Wesley. Tell me of yourself, I remember my father once gave you a horse as a gift, after hearing about your desire to become a Tourney Knight, how goes that?” you ask of him. Ser Hogg scoffs a mite and Wesley glares at him.

“I still hold onto that dream cousin. But I lost the horse in my first ever joust, was able to ransom back my armor but not the horse, a Tourney in the Crownlands, no doubt they knew exactly where she came from,” he begins, “I have won jousts, but not the Tourney herself. Not yet my Lord. Though… I did recently win a Squire’s melee. It was where I gained my Knighthood in fact. Five months prior to now.”

“You almost lost to the pig faced boy, my Lord.”

“Better than having a pig faced mother, Ser Hogg.”

The two banter for a moment and you laugh along at your cousins frustrations. You had little training as a Tourney Knight, more so as a man of war, Ser Mason and Dontos on the other hand knew how to joust with great ease. But he was still fresh faced. newly Knighted, but of Noble blood. It would do your Household well to have him, And you could guide him towards his aims, while maintaining your own.

“Ser Wesley, perhaps, you would like to come to Steadhold? The horses there would be of the quality of your first, and my Uncle would no doubt take great joy in training you further in the Joust. You could meet my men, and hear stories of wild abandon for years. And I would not diminish your dreams as your current position does.”

He thinks for a moment, Ser Hogg is quiet as he stares at him, “I do not know cousin. My father would ill like it… And Sam… Sam would be irate. But… To learn from Ser Dontos and ride the Malroy horses once more. I can…” Clearly he is conflicted you muster your best, this was not so much for the man, but for what he could possibly command someday.

Roll 4d6 Convince.

>>42567665
Only High Quality Leatherworks. So those crunch Bonuses only. And now you can get a Master Artisan that specializes in crafting leather stuffs and get Superior Armor for those that would use it. It's a pretty good deal.

>>42567684
In the end you definitely won out, pretty hard. Reason why you lost some bonus there. Brynden doesn't fuck around with contracts and a statement needed to be made.

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

>>42567800

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>42567800

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

>>42567800
>Ro

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

>>42567800

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

>>42567800

>>42567822
>>42567838
>>42567851

First roll saving us. Challenge 9, beaten with a 14, two degrees of success. Thoroughly convinced.

>>42567755
>“You almost lost to the pig faced boy, my Lord.”

is that a fucking House harrock shoutout?

"We'll tell him better that you get your taste of being away from home with family than run off to become an essosi sellsword"

>>42567879
It's Pate

>>42567879
Brock "the Rock" Harrock almost beat Bronze Yohn, if he almost got beat by Brock it means that this guy is not to be fucked with

>>42567800
>only High Quality Leatherworks
Would that be +3 Wealth and +1 influence, or just +1 to both?

Also, we should totally get into Animal Husbandry once we have the money to invest in our lands, it's strong as shit
>10 Wealth for +2 to House Fortunes
>5 more for +2 to Wealth gain rolls
>another 5 for another +1 Wealth and +1 to Influence

The Hayfords must have gotten fucked up if we're better of than he is.

>>42568002
Presumably they don't have a secret chamber that held a portion of their wealth

“Wesley. Think about it. You would be at the forefront of your family’s rise to glory once more. One of two sons left to remake the House, partnered with your cousin, a strange man from Essos that commands the respect of those savages from Essos. And you would be upon every field, golden courser beneath you, showered by favors, seen as a legend in the annals of your House’s history,” your voice a mixture of tones in epic story, “And your father? No doubt he knows you wish to seek out adventure. Better to serve alongside my House than see you fled to Essos to sell your sword, no?”

“Yes cousin… Yes!” he stands immediately surprising Ser Hogg, “I will speak with him tonight Brynden. In the morning. I will come with the terms of your agreement with my father and will take my place by your side. And return to Steadhold. We will be of true family.” Wesley smiles brightly and extends his hand, “It is done my Lord. I will make this happen.”

You extend your own and grasp him by the forearm in a vigorous shake, “Good to hear cousin. I will expect you in the morning. I can show you the horses we have now and introduce you to my men. But for now, I beg leave. I hear the roar of your brother, and doubt I will be wanted in a moment.”

For his part Wesley looks amused by his brother’s unhappiness, “Don’t worry cousin. He will be wroth, but only because he was left out. My father still has his wits, and he often forgets that. But I bid you good day, and I will see you upon the morrow.”

Bidding your cousin and newly swornsword one of equal worth you hurry off gathering Ser Haigh, Solhas and Illiad who had waiting patiently for you. Lorry was speaking to Illiad when you met them, attempting to recreate the Myrish terms he heard, much to the Myrman’s amusement, “Lord. In due time I will have a classroom of children to teach Myrish. How odd that it would happen.” You laugh at Illiad’s prediction, he seems in a bright mood, and you as well, with the funds from your new deal you have enough to send Illiad to retrieve his brother. Something that make your dear friend the happiest Myrman this side of the Narrow Sea no doubt. You would save this news until you returned home you thought, being of mind to surprise him.

You mount your Horses and regard the Hayford banner once more, your mother may not have approved of your methods in this, but no doubt she would not wish her nephews exploiting her son either, you took solace in that fact. The ruthlessness of a sellsword was sometimes necessary, and after your dealings with Ser Wilson, you needed to be careful of those that might exploit your House.

Illiad intruppts your idle thoughts once more, “Lord, the day is still young. Do you wish to return to the villa? Or perhaps visit in King’s Landing for a moment?”

>Return to the villa (timeskip to next scene)
>Do whatever the hell you want in King’ Landing

>>42567879
Yeah it definitely was. I don't remember when Harrock took place, but if they are in the same year or close enough. Why the fuck not.

>>42568002
Just +1 to each. And yeah Animal Husbandry is fucking powerful.

However, it is a longer term investment, and leatherworks are mostly a middle level holding, finished products is where the money is at. And horses are fucking expensive.

>>42568227
Don't suppose we've heard back from arryn?

>>42568284
Yeah that's definitely the next scene.

Also, damn it now I need to make a write up for Wesley. He's a replacement for someone you would have gained when visiting Claw Isle. And I've got nothing for him.

Also I need to stop using W names.

>>42568327
Oh and I don't suppose we can get a reveal of who the canon hayford is the daughter of?

>>42568227
>>Do whatever the hell you want in King’ Landing

attend court?

>>42568227
Timeskip, let's talk with Arryn

Hm actually... Perhaps we'll wait on meeting with Lord Arryn until the next thread. A couple things went a bit longer than I thought they would today and I was writing pretty slowly. I do intend upon running on Saturday this week, so I could just make the secondary part of this thread then since it will be a shorter thread.

>>42568227
>Return to the villa (timeskip to next scene)

>>42568407
We will when we are summoned.

>>42568430
Can just make a double thread. That is fine. If you are up for it.

>>42568389
Yeah sure why not. Samuel is the father.

Start your paranoia now on how everyone is going to die.

>>42568456
Samuel in an unfortunate accident, followed by wesley fighting redward, then our uncle died of grief

>>42568227
>Do whatever the hell you want in King’ Landing

acquire a staff for our villa?

also maybe check out the markets and see whats for sale

>>42568455
It's mostly that I know how long the Arryn section is going to be and not going into the banker right after won't make sense. I'd rather give it the full time it deserves and when I'm at my best.

I'm up to doing some small things before that, like chatting with some people or whatever you guys are into. But yeah, I definitely want to do Jon Arryn right.

>>42568505
We arent really in position to spend money like that. Would rather wait till after we have raised enough funds for Illad's brother.

>>42568505
A staff isn't really appropriate for how much time we expect to spend, better to get a personal servant we bring along with us I think.

>>42568532
Eh. Talk with our retinue about what has happened while we were gone.

And see how our whore is doing. Most likely getting herself settled in.

Maybe do some sparring.

Would Animal Husbandry's bonus works for other animals like cows/goat?
The Crownlands aren't as fertile a land as the Riverlands or the Reach, but having surplus of food is always a nice things since you can sell it off to less fortunate Realms like the Vale/North or the Ironfaggots

Alright here's the call. We'll timeskip to the next event at the beginning of the next thread, that'll be the lead it to meeting with Jon Arryn. That is in four days, so in the meantime, you'll have some time to burn doing whatever.

Mostly this will be descriptive stuff, just learning more about your guys, enjoying King's Landing and banging a hot redhead. If their is anyone in particular you guys would like to speak to or particularly do I'll take suggestions and so some scenes.

Otherwise, I can do a final post and do some Q&A, I usually take questions during the thread. But I've never really answered them formally, and I have a lot of bits and pieces out there.

>>42568650
>Vale/North or the Ironfaggots

Why should they buy that from us when they can get a better deal from the Riverlands ?

>>42568706
Im fine with that. Just remember guys. Roll for wealth when the month is up. So we can free that brother

I am off to bed.

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>>42568731
>That's why.
They're the biggest producer of food in the Riverlands.

>>42568795
How about we just focus on our horses for now instead of throwing ourselves from one grand plam to next like we were Aerys II

>>42568876
SPEAK NOT ILL OF OUR TRUE LORD