Ser Lucas Longwaters rounds again as you re-enter the grandstand for the final round of the day, he looks haggard, the way he drops his shattered lance is without the same fervor as before. His opponent meanwhile, Ser Bennard Brune looks as fresh as spring, your own Knight Ser Aden Brune and his younger brother had informed you the Heir to House Brune of Brownhollow would be competing, you had suspected he would in the second day. Most of the first had been dedicated to Hedge Knights and Knights of lower standing, the second was where the Lords and previous Champions would come out in force. You watch Wesley finish his last pass of the day, neither man being dismounted but being awarded the victory on points. He looks relieved as he slouches off his horse, nearly falling over into Orion’s arms. Dontos, Quentyn, and Ser Stevron Staunton all had fared well enough for the remainder of the day and won out, not surprising regarding Dontos or Quentyn, but you were surprised by the skill of Ser Stevron, a dark horse upon the first day no doubt. The three of them wait before the grandstands, Wesley joining them to watch another pass from Lucas and Bennard.

“Ser Lucas looks to be on his last legs,” Obella remarks, watching him waver.

You nod, casting an eye to the stands where Lord Argor and Lady Racheal Conklyn sit, you can see the look of concern fully upon Lucas’ wife’s face. It wasn’t unusual for a Champion to go down the first day, even more so the second, you had seen it before, it was a difficult task to go through the gauntlet of challengers with little reprieve between. Lucas for his part held up better than you had expected, and he straightens when it is time for another pass, they were tied three lances a piece.

Lucas digs into his horse, the golden courser you had gifted him for winning the Melee, his opponent doing the same, settling into a gallop far quicker than your friend. Ser Bennard’s form is tight, and his lance well placed, Lucas’ begins to slip as he attempts to lock it in, leaning far too much to one side. When they meet Lucas’ lance barely scraps against Bennard’s shield, harmlessly deflecting to the side, meanwhile Bennard’s lance digs firmly into Lucas’ breastplate, and in an instant it is over. Lucas tumbles to the ground in a heap, the crowd gasps to see the local favorite unhorsed so decisively. You lean forward on instinct, watching Lucas’ body, and are relieved when he rolls over under his own power, flinging his helmet off in a partial rage and want for air. Grant Conklyn rushes over to him with a handful of pages and squires and help your Knight up. And just like that you were down to three, a squire begins to take down Lucas’ shield, and replace it with the brown paw of House Brune, as you watch you can’t help but to think this complicated things further. Ser Bennard Brune travels to your grandstand, dismounting and bowing deeply before you as the herald calls for an end of the day just as dusk had begun to mount in the sky.

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You find yourself alone in the center of a circle of Lords and Ladies of the Realm, the band quiet for the moment, you cast an eye about watching carefully until you see Quentyn and Obella. Your brother-in-law is escorting his sister into the grand hall, her dress now a flowing gold, the same as your horses, over her shoulder is your cloak, the black and purple reminding you that this was indeed a reality. You can’t help but smile broadly as they approach, the crowd’s eyes trained upon her, as they part for her to come to you for your first dance. Quentyn stops upon the cusp of the circle, his sister patting his hand before coming to you as the music to play.

She takes your offered hand and you step into a slow waltz, the voiceless music calling for such. The crowd cheers, and Obella looks up to you, drinking in your wildfire with her pools of blue. The fire in your heart that had been quenched so long ago feels the spark of kindling again, in time you felt it could be the roaring fire it once was. The music slowly evolves to something a bit faster paced and those of the crowd begin to join in your dance, Obella is passed off to Dontos, who for once looks comfortable with a woman and you find yourself dancing with Lady Elsa Dayne, your wife’s mother. You can see where Obella gets her beauty from, the eyes in particular. She is graceful, even in her older age, and is speaks to you in parts, thanking you for bringing her family back together, even if for a moment.

The night continues on, feasting, drink, and dance. You indulge in a single glass of wine for the night, toasting with Quentyn for his speech to new brothers. Otherwise you enjoy the sober company of your wife, pausing only briefly to thank well wishers, and briefly chat with those that requested it. Nothing of too great import. Your high table to similar to the other night, though you find yourself attempting to ignore Lady Mellario of Norvos and Lady Lysa Tully moreso than before. You wished to push the thoughts to the back of your mind for the moment, a harder task sans wine. Upon the completion of the final meal you hear the band winding up, a soft subtle sound as the build to a crescendo, Obella looks to you being very much aware of the purpose of the music herself, out the corner of your eye you catch your guests beginning to rise, oh Westerosi tradition.

Lady Racheal Conklyn is the first to you, her hands slipping under your arms and picking you from your chair, you offer feigned resistance. Obella doing the same to a rather battered Lucas Longwaters, his brother Jon not too far after him, smiling and laughing. You find yourself mobbed by the finer Ladies that had attended your wedding, those you knew and some entirely a mystery. Your doublet is the first to go as you’re pushed up the stairs, you catch a look of Obella in Lord Mathis Rowan’s arms pounding against his chest with a laugh though your vision is shortly obscured by Lady Alexes Chelsted taking your undershirt from you. Your boots are an affair, laced so high up as they were, you get seated and they are made quick work of, a sneak attack by Lady Brune cousins stealing your pants. Luckily for you your room is not too far off and an attempt to break away allows you to reach the door first and press it open, a smile dancing upon your lips as you bow and thank the Ladies for their help. As you turn you receive a fair slap upon your ass, casting an eye back you meet eyes with Lysa Tully for a moment longer than you wished before closing the door.

Obella looks at you from the edge of the bed, and beckons you forward with her fingers, for once you can see the bump of your child but it mattered to you little. She was a beauty, no matter the state, and you could feel the passion in your chest ignite as your manhood began to stir to her naked form. She wraps her arms around your shoulders, pressing her forehead against your own, and smiling before embracing you fully and kissing you deeply. You press her back, months of want beginning to melt away as you push into her, her breathing catching as you enter and begin a night as Lord and Lady.

---

The morning sun breaks your sleep, though you find yourself attempting to escape the mess of black hair upon your face. Obella is awake already, leaning over you, tracing a scar upon your left breast with her fingers.

“Good morning Brynden.”

You push up and kiss her before falling to the soft cushion of the bed, “Morning.”

She smiles at you, falling upon your chest, her fingers still at play, “Last night was… Incredible. You… You felt-”

“I waited, to see you again Obella,” you respond cutting her off, eyes trained upon the window. Early morning still, dawn had just broke.

She nuzzles closer to you, finding your hand under the covers and placing it upon your stomach, “Two more months Brynden, and we’ll have our child. I do hope it is a girl. She would be so beautiful even my Prince will envy.”

You chuckle softly, feeling the stirring of the child against your hand, “The first of many.”

“How many?” She asks curiously.

“Four, five maybe?” You offer innocently.

“Five!? Do you wish me barefoot and pregnant at all times? Am I to do nothing else?” Obella responds with a degree of alarm sitting up and looking you in the eye.

“Well not at all times,” you reply with laughter, she punches your chest and falls to laughter upon it again rolling with you as you mount her, kissing her neck for a moment before resting your face against it, “I mean less is fine. I just… I enjoy a big family.”

Obella rolls her eyes, “Maybe. Five... Seven help me Brynden Malroy,” she pauses and looks off to the side, “Even with five I could not forget the one I sent off to live with that woman.”

“I know Obella,” you say with a darker tone, the thoughts had yet to leave your mind, and you wished to avoid the subject. Though little as you liked it, the day required your immediate attentions, “I still need to speak with my sister, and likely my Uncle. I…”

“Will do the right thing Brynden,” Obella says, her voice entirely unsure, “For your family.”

Which part of your family she was speaking of you knew not. And further dared not to ask. You roll over and sit up upon the edge of your bed, typically Arron would have drawn a bath for you already and sat out clothing, likely he was out and about doing as children did the night prior. Not so hard to take care of yourself for a day. You collect your thoughts for a moment, you had a meeting with Lord Eustace Brune to attend still, though it wouldn’t be so hard to put it off until brunch just prior to the day’s opening tilts. Isis and Dontos would not be hard to track down for an early breakfast either.

>Meet with Isis and Dontos Malroy regarding find safe harbor for your sister
>Meet with Lord Eustace Brune regarding the Crackclaw Point Alliance

No house keeping for this thread. Hope to get this all finished up.

Redward a best Malroy a shit

>>46374481
>>Meet with Isis and Dontos Malroy regarding find safe harbor for your sister

>>46374481
>>Meet with Isis and Dontos Malroy regarding find safe harbor for your sister

>>46374481
>Meet with Isis and Dontos Malroy regarding find safe harbor for your sister

>>46374481
>Meet with Isis and Dontos Malroy regarding find safe harbor for your sister

>>46374481
>Meet with Isis and Dontos Malroy regarding find safe harbor for your sister

>>46374481
>Meet with Isis and Dontos Malroy regarding find safe harbor for your sister

Good to see you Father, FINALLY caught one thread live!

Look at that slut not even wanting to carrying all his children!

>>46374884
Okay now you're not even being coherent

A faint rasp upon your door wakes you from idle thought, and your squire peaks his head in, looking half a mess himself, he stumbles in, keeping his eyes trained upon the floor as you eye him oddly.

“Long night out Arron?”

The boy looks at you suddenly and nods quickly, nearly falling over.

You fix him with a flat look, “Someone offered you wine didn’t they.”

Arron freezes, his eyes still upon the floor, before responding slowly, “Yes Lord Brynden.”

Rolling your eyes you shake your head and get up, looking the boy who is now slightly wavering from side to side over, “Get to bed Arron. Get some sleep. And drink some water. Let this be a lesson.”

“Yes Lord… Lord Brynden,” Arron responds clumsily stumbling over himself as he walks to his room on the side of your own. You almost laughed but remembered your own first drink, a glass of wine when you were about the boys age, you had almost puked out the contents of your stomach for the better part of the night. Children will be children. Entering the hallway beyond your room you catch Victus walking down the opposite direction, in a far better state than his friend, you call out to him and the boy swivels, running over into your embrace, “I take it you had a night as well my son?”

He looks at you bashfully, “Not so bad as Arron, father. I brought him back.”

You laugh and ruffle his hair, fallen out of its neat ponytail and into the tumble of curls you were use to, “And for that I thankful my son. Now, I need you find Dontos, and bring him to Isis room, if you catch the morning servants tell them to bring us something to break our fast there.”

The boy nods before dashing off as he typically did, and you followed after at your own pace, greeting the household servants and guards as they went about their morning rounds.

It isn’t long before you find yourself before Isis’ room, a quick knock and she pops her head out from behind the door, looking at you with suspicion, “I am surprised you are not still abed brother. You have never been an early riser.”

“Important things to do sister,” you respond solemn and her look softens allowing you in. You cast an eye about the room, same as it had always been. You hardly had it touched since your arrival home, your sister preferred the purple of your coat of arms and much of the room was decorated as such, she offers you a seat and you watch her finish getting dressed and place the shawl upon her head. The scar had near ruined your appetite by the time food had arrived not shortly after your Uncle, half dressed in mail and sweaty, Victus had interrupted his morning workout in the yard.

You break an egg with the corner of toast, chewing your lip more than the food, before your sister sighs and places her hand upon your own, “Brynden, what is it?”

Looking to the side you place the piece of nibbled toast down and run a hand through your hair, you hadn’t even put it in a ponytail yet allowing the silver to fall across your back. Dontos stops eating and looks at you, his face suddenly becoming stern. Isis attempts to soften it but he shakes his head. Finally you begin to speak, telling Isis what plans you had been attempting to put into motion. Of potentially her joining Lady Lysa Tully at court, though for prices in the future. Or the far more dangerous Mellario plot, that your wife had suggested, though even herself felt unsure of. Of Saul Compton and Septon Tytos attempting to annul her marriage, even if it meant you need do things of a less than legal nature. For her part Isis maintains a straight face, hardly commenting. Though Dontos is far less reserved, expressing doubt regarding every plan.. As you finish Isis toys with her fork and looks you in the eyes.

“Don’t do anything Brynden.”

You gap at her, blinking a few times, Dontos looks equally taken aback.

“I could not stand to know you sacrificed the happiness of your wife for me. The annulment is all we need. If it is done before I give birth, then you have robbed Royce of his heirs. His House dies there and I can leave.”

“Isis, it is unsafe. That bloody bastard would never leave, lock you away in that damnable tower and throw away the key. He would only take you again, or threaten you harm. He could kill you,” Dontos interjects, firmly crossing his arms, “No I will not allow it. I would sooner you throw your lot in with the Norvoshi woman or the Arryns if need be Brynden.”

“It is not your choice to make Uncle. It is mine,” your sister responds, “Brynden you will only bring his wrath by doing any of these things. Do you truly think he is content to poison? You and I are both aware the ‘bandits’ in the Princewood are his. They are his arm when he cannot touch you. But they can, and will if I disappear. Please, let me stay.”

You frown deeply. There was much to be said regarding any of the plans, and in truth in put Isis in danger regardless. Nothing caught you as the right option, though none could be discounted. Even against your better judgement you still felt a degree of truth behind Isis’ words. Isis and Dontos both look to you for an answer. For a plan.

>Discussion time

So, we had a bit of it last thread, but here is the final option to work with, doing nothing and Isis staying with Royce Redward. If there are questions regarding any plan, ask them now and I can answer. If we don’t have any particular thoughts on it further I will hold a vote and we will decide what we want to do.

>>46375330
Do point out that it isnt sure it will be done before the birth and she will be in a extreme risk. Suggest using Dorian our bastard as a ward.

I say we let Isis stay in Kings Landing with Lysa and use Dorian to be the ward. Try convince Dontos.

>>46375381
I really do not like the Dorian idea, the down sides to that are too much.

If we let Isis stay there, and the annulment goes through but he refuses to release her, that's casus belli right there. It's dangerous as hell, but I think it might be our best option.

>>46375330
I told you niggas all Isis would say is don't do anything. Great, valid reasoning when your ass is on the line. Anyway, tell them you plan on acknowledging Dorian, the bastard in King's Landing and foisting the boy off to Lysa Tully. It's a solution where no one gets what they want but no one really gets ahead of the other either. Mind, don't suggest, tell them you are going to do it unless a better option is available

>>46375330
And if you were to have an accident after you birthed that bastard's spawn? What would I do if I had left you to that? If you go to Kingslanding then I could at least see you occasionally and you'd be better protected by Arryn's men even if I do not fully trust him. The Lady Mellario's plot would take you away across the sea fbut for brief moments when she returned.

>>46375330
Fuck it go with Isis's plan then. Every other plan was terrible in some way.


We may have way too few players for this atm

>>46375481
And then Redward kills her and then what ?

>>46375330
Obella got this bodyguard even though she is our wife, maybe we can give her one so the bastard doesn't try anything funny?

>>46375468
Honestly, I'm fine with the downsides if it means getting one over on Lysa Tully. Better a bastard then a trueborn child

>>46375497
Then that's it then isn't it.

>>46375481
No Isis' plan is stupid and will get her dumbass killed, what are you thinking anon?

>>46375497
Then we drop whatever evidence we've gathered to the crown and get permission to invade his lands. Hopefully Arryn stays alive til then.

>>46375497
Then you accept Redward as your overlord.

>>46375530
So then that's a no on Isis' plan because it's stupid and puts her at serious risk?

>>46375546
They're all shitty. The bastard plan is absolutely horrible in terms of what people will think of us, I'd rather use a true born child then do something like that.

>>46375330

why don't we just have one of Tully's men as a bodyguard for Isis when she returns?

No way is he gonna try anything with a bodyguard from tully right there.

>>46375583

Or have a knight from the vale pledge loyalty to Isis, to be her sworn sword?

So I have a question dad. Why can't we use Isis' scars and shit as a justification for her to stay with Lysa at Kingslanding?

>>46375583
First of all. Why would they even let one of their bodyguards go with her. Secondly, he will just have an accident.

>>46375330
>>46375476
Fuck it, second on this. At least Tully's offer is less insane then staying in Redward's fief when the annulment is announced or being kidnapped while heavily pregnant to fucking Dorne

>>46375583
That would have its own costs to arrange, I'm sure, and I'm not sure Lysa would take very well to "no I don't trust you with my kid how about you just leave a bodyguard with her?"

>>46375583
You certainly could, you'd need to pay the man off to be certain, and keep it underwraps so Royce doesn't suspect anything. A sworn sword isn't entirely uncommon. He'd likely only be so good, but if he had connections to the Arryns or Tullys it would make Royce think twice.

>>46375611
We can. But Lysa want something in return. She doesnt want to just give us a favour.

>>46375579
There is shitty and then actively choosing the option most likely to get Isis killed.

>>46375476
At least voice the option. That would need our uncles approval. It at least negates allot of our problems if we could pull it off.

>>46375583
I would back this plan. It keeps Isis safe as much as possible even in the bastards keep. The guard can't just be offed, and can easily bear witness to red fucks idiodicy, stopping some of the abuse.

>>46375681
>I would back this plan. It keeps Isis safe as much as possible even in the bastards keep. The guard can't just be offed, and can easily bear witness to red fucks idiodicy, stopping some of the abuse.

And why the fuck would Lysa Tully agree to that ?

Secondly, why would Redward allow it ? It is his keep and he can say who comes and goes, as is his right.

>>46375613
>>46375623

yes, an "accident". A knight from the vale, sworn to House Arryn, Hand of the King, having an 'accident'.

Like a castle burning down when Arryn hears of this accident.

It would be in Royce's best interest for the knight not to have this accident.

And it would basically tie Arryn's hands if we can convince tully of this. It would force him into a position of saying "Hey, don't like this cunt".

It would force Arryn to pick a side, especially if we do it through his wife.

Its a political gamble, since we basically force Arryn, through his wife, to almost openly back us against Royce, but at the same time costing brownie points with Arryn and running the risk that Arryn might do something to negate that patronage.

Lots of opinions, dangerous no matter what you do. A vote then, which plan is it?

>Lady Lysa Tully, giving your trueborn child
>Lady Lysa Tully, giving your acknowledged bastard, Dorian
>Lady Mellario
>Isis, with a bodyguard

>>46375611
Part of it is we aren't PUBLICLY talking about this is for her safety because then it becomes hard to hide that we're legally kidnapping his wife. He can't really refuse her "becoming one of the ladies of the wife of the hand of the king" though.

>>46375730
>Lady Lysa Tully, giving your acknowledged bastard, Dorian

The bodyguard thing is just not gonna go well. No way i am letting her back to that bastard even with a fguard.

>>46375730
>>Lady Lysa Tully, giving your acknowledged bastard, Dorian

>>46375730
>Lady Lysa Tully, giving your trueborn child
We can come up with SOMETHING to calm Obella down about the matter, I'm sure.

>>46375715
Exactly, it's Redfuck's lands and Tully guard or no he's one man. Also, it ain't going to be fucking cheap I guarantee it

>>46375730
>>Isis, with a bodyguard

>>46375730
>Lady Lysa Tully, giving your acknowledged bastard, Dorian

>>46375730
>Lady Lysa Tully, giving your acknowledged bastard, Dorian

>>46375730
>Lady Lysa Tully, giving <A CHILD TO BE DECIDED LATER>

>>46375730
This >>46375799

>>46375730
>Lady Lysa Tully, giving your acknowledged bastard, Dorian
Feel free to come up with a better plan Dontos, because we don't have one

>>46375583
This could work, somebody without connections to our house and that is firmly in Arrys boat and is known to have trust of Arrys. Bodyguard would just follow Isis to everywhere, he doesn't need to see what is happening in keep proper if the redfuck is concerned.
>>46375730
>Isis, with a bodyguard

>>46375715
Because Lysa can be bribed with the victory of this shitty little title. Its less politically problematic, and we can veil it under the current bandit threat.

Redward does not have the political capital to dismiss this knight, and no plausable reason to do so.
"Its my wife" does not carry much weight when your shown a failure as a guardian of your own damn lands.
It can also be put under:
"The hands man, Lord Malroy has expressed concerns about the current bandit problems in the neighbouring land, and out of concern for his sister, has asked for a guard from the presigious household of the hand himself to act as guardian for her safety until said problem has been resolved. Not to dismiss the abilitys of lord redward in his own castle of course."

>>46375799
The thing with Dorian is it would need to be very soon, as we have to raise that child and give him an education.

Brynden "motivation: family" Malroy evidently going to deliberately tear away his son from the kids mom to hand him over to a noted unstable woman who will be pissed as shit about getting stuck with him

>>46375730
>Isis, with a bodyguard

>>46375842
And Redward can go "Lol no. I already got my own guards. Now feck off!"

He will then beat her when he leaves.

>>46375730
>Lady Lysa Tully, giving your acknowledged bastard, Dorian
Would like to decide later but >>46375858
brings up a good point. Dorian would need to be acknowledged soon, not in some years time

>>46375730
>Lady Lysa Tully, giving your acknowledged bastard, Dorian

>>46375730
>Lady Lysa Tully, giving your acknowledged bastard, Dorian

WORLD'S WORST DAD

>>46375861
Lysa doesn't have it in her to kill a child out of spite.

>>46375918
No but she'll absolutely abuse him

I'd call out the sudden influx of dorian, but I don't care.

So it's either samefaggots or idiots.

Gave this ample time.

Acknowledging Dorian it is.

I want everyone to understand, that this is going to have some downsides. I outlined such last thread and on my Ask. The entire situation is going to be Brynden playing the game again. And such things have long lasting and reaching consequences. More immediately, Dontos' response. But you do what you must to protect family.

That being said, there wasn't a right answer by my eye. I purposefully made this difficult, and you guys have dealt with as civilly as I could hope for.

>>46375909
I really am.

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>>46375330
>Discussion time
I mean everyone knows what I think.

If we attempt to annull Redward's marriage, the conflict with him will come to a head, and he will be desperate to do anything he can to hurt us.

Isis is right, the bandits in the Princewood are Royce's arm, and if we send Isis to King's Landing he WILL try to use them to get back at us when we go to clear the place out.

But the crux of the matter is that in this scenario, we would have the initiative. We would know he's going to do all he can to fuck us, but at least we control the situation, and our sister would be safe.

If Isis is in Redward's hands when he hears about our plans to have his marriage annulled, Isis is as good as dead. I don't want to sugar-coat it because it's a fact that we have to face up to, and i'd rather face up to it now while we have the capability to save her than later when we're having to make arrangements for her funeral.

As regards the child thing, I think we should not risk offending the Arryns by offering them a bastard. We're twisting their arm into this enough as it is, it would not do to insult them.

Obella will forgive us. A marriage is not about doing everything your partner says. This is a perfect opportunity for Brynden to show some spine without spitting directly in her eye, and having one of our children raised near a future lord paramount is a great opportunity.

>>46375931
Its really fucking weird cause the consensus last thread was absolutely "well trueborn lysa is the least bad"

>>46375918
Well i suppose we could play up our family angle and claim she wanted a child as a freind, we gave her one and that victus is proof we take after even our bastards yada yada ya.

This is a shit option all round. If we do go with the bastard option we probably need to write an apology letter to the hand for it.

>>46375956
And then dad just ends it on us

>>46375951
>I really am.
Not you, Bryden, for the big load of crap he's about to heap on dorian.

>>46375951
Can we get a final vote between true born and bastard? Or is that asking a little much?

>>46375954
>A marriage is not about doing everything your partner says. This is a perfect opportunity for Brynden to show some spine without spitting directly in her eye, and having one of our children raised near a future lord paramount is a great opportunity.

Fucking this, but "It's been ample time" apparently

>>46375963
Jon wouldn't have put us in this position in the first place. That being said, we're making an enemy out of Lysa, who will fuck with us once Jon is dead.

>>46375861
Man all the options have their major drawbacks, one option has Isis stuck in some Dornish the court, the other option is do nothing while getting the annulment while also giving her one guard to watch over her and hope Redward doesn't do something stupid like break the dude's neck and then Isis', the next option is to give away either a trueborn child and a bastard child to a fucking madwoman and both child options have equally shitty drawbacks. Enjoy the shit sandwich son

>>46375995
It's not asking anything, this won't happen for years.

>>46376005
Thing is, Lysa does not really have any power outside of the vale. It'd be more of a case of closing off a potential ally route.

>>46376005
She will absolutely have enough leave to heap loads of emotional abuse on him. Every time she interacts with dorian will have a not even concealed vein of "you're hardly a real person"

>>46376011
>to a fucking madwoman

That's meta

>>46376011
Norvoshi not Dornish mate. Mellario is leaving Doran apparently.

>>46376051
She does it about this time in the books.

So that's it then, no time to figure this out years later when it will actually come into play?

>>46376047
It is and that's why I chose the bastard option inspite of my knowledge. We better raise Dorian with a lot of fucking love because he's going to need every happy memory when he's in the Vale. We can try and spirit him away when Lysa has a full meltdown and flees with Sweetrobin

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>>46375951
>More immediately, Dontos' response.
On this score, using Dorian does mean breaking our word to Dontos and potentially fouling up our Chelsted alliance.

Which is fantastic. Thanks guys.

>>46375995
No. The trueborn option did not receive that much support regardless.

>>46375976
>>46376002
Roughly ten minutes is ample time before samefagging becomes an issue.

>>46376020
Within the next couple of years you'll need to have Dorian acknowledged and begin to have him raised properly. "in years" does not apply to the amount of work you'll have to do before that.

Remember that the fostering will take place in Kings Landing and we can always take him back when Lysa turns nut and flee to the Vale

>>46376090
As someone said, we don't have a lot of time to plan with Dorian. He'd need to be acknowledged, raised in our castle and educated

>>46376118
>Roughly ten minutes is ample time before samefagging becomes an issue.
Normally sure, but the sheer disparity between the vote and all previous discussion makes things REALLY SUSPECT.

>>46376005
She will spend all her time in the Vale being crazy to do anything to us.

>>46376123
FUCKING THIS. but it's too fucking late now

>>46376115
I think in this case Dontos might ease up given we're going with this option to save Isis' life, the person he feels obligated to protect. It's his faith that will probably eat at him

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>>46376185
>I think in this case Dontos might ease up given we're going with this option to save Isis' life
Yeah, because we know he's so forgiving of oathbreakers.

Good point. I retract my objection.

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>this thread

>>46376210
I'm not saying he won't be deeply upset, but Dontos of all people know's what's at stake

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>>46376210
We arent breaking any oaths. Mostly because we didnt make any. But also pictured

Should we just do final destination? It's not like it wouldn't be in character for Bryden to have fucking second thoiughts on something this major.

>>46376210
Targfag how will this hurt our Chelsted thing? I'm not contradicting you, I just don't remember what that was.

>>46376272
Final destination pls, no text or quotes just the number. This is a super important decision and we should have free reign to back down or second guess every option

>>46376272
Nah dad's made up his mind from that completely fair vote

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>>46376246
And we know he's always acted rationally, logically thinking out what's best for the family and doing that. Yep. Totally. He's never been one to let his faith or his emotions impair his judgement.

I love our family, but shit, Dontos is as True a knight as you can find. He hates this political stuff.

And Isis thinks she's god damn invulnerable and hates to think about us sacrificing anything for her even when she's in constant very real danger of death.

>>46376281
>Targfag how will this hurt our Chelsted thing?
Dontos only agreed to court lady Chelsted with a view to marrying her if we promised him we'd disown our bastard if it was a boy.

We did.

He started to court her.

And now we're breaking our word.

>>46376272
This please

>>46376272
>>46376309
This

>>46376310
Even if you dont take it into account of the sudden spam Dorian still won out.

>>46376272
I'm down with final destination at least I'd know people were dumb rather than a samefag moron ruining Bryden's character singlehandedly

>>46376360
How the fuck is that ruining his character ?

He saves his trueborn, his wife, his sister and his bastard son will get a proper education.

>>46376377
Dorian will be abused. I'm not just saying that with OOC knowledge even from what we'd know how else would Lysa react to us "cheating" her.

>>46376272
>>46376309
I don't know, don't you know when you decide something you can't immediately back down super hard?

pls yes

>>46376394
We will just have to put someone to keep an eye on him and help him make sure he is as okay as he can be.

Alright, this is a big decision and you know how often I refuse to do revotes. I hate it in fact. But, okay this time. Just this once. If I hear anything further about it in the future or after I will be incredibly unhappy, this is the bed you make and lie in.

Voting with be open for 5 minutes after this post. You will choose between one of the options below, ONLY positing either, A, B, or C. No other comments, characters, etc. Nothing nada.

Options:

A - Lysa Tully, trueborn child
B - Lysa Tully, Dorian
C - Isis, bodyguard

>>46376425
B

>>46376425
C

>>46376425
C

>>46376425
A

A

>>46376425
A

>>46376425
C

>>46376436
>>46376425
shit sorry Father, I didn't update in time.

>>46376425
B

>>46376425
A

>>46376425
B

>>46376425
A

>>46376425
A

B

>>46376436
She will not beat our child since that would actually make us legally cancel the fostering. Two, Dontos can bitch but he can be convinced that it is the right path. Chelsted is not gonna give a shit.

>>46376425

C- isis, Body guard.

C

>>46376436
>>46376489

You know, we could send a bodyguard of high standing (do we have anyone like that?) with Isis. That way it'll discourage redfuck from doing something stupid.

>>46375951
I come to the thread to find my wonderfully manipulative plan of using our bastard, which I wasn't sure of and wasn't sure we'd use, the one we are going with. This is a fun day

>>46376501
No he can just turn him away as he has full right to do.

>>46376425
C

>>46376489
Probably not out of hand, but if Sweetrobin does anything wrong dorian will be punished for it, she'll constantly talk about how nothing better could be expected from his blood, that sort of thing.

Time. Let me tally, and we'll see what we got.

A

>>46376531
If she does abuse him we will be in our full right to cancel the fostering and by that time Isis will be free.

>>46376515
What about the Lannister septon, I know he won't be much in a fight but would redfuck dare refuse him or do something in his presence?

>>46376531
Cant we pull our ward from her at the earliest opportunity?

>>46376501
>(do we have anyone like that?)
Dontos

>>46376556
He can still just turn him away. Seriously, it is his land. What on earth makes you think he is just going to accept this ?

>>46376569
Dontos is marrying Chelsted

Oh would you look at that, it seems as if the non-FD vote was actually suspicious.

Fancy that

>>46376555
Most of that probably wouldn't be considered "real" abuse. If she says everything Sweetrobin does is at Dorian's urging that would be taken as truth. Half of westeros would agree with her on anything she said about bastardy.

>>46376574
Because he is a religious figure and (in name only) of a major house?

I don't know, I'm trying to throw around ideas here.

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>>46376512
Honestly, just not sending a kid when the time came would have been less insulting than sending a bastard.

I'm just sort of flinching at the repercussions that will be felt from it if we do.

The Qorgyles will be insulted we acknowledge a bastard so soon after our wedding.

The nobility of the Crownlands will look down on us.

Jon Arryn will hate that we both went behind his back and tricked his wife with underhanded intentions.

Everyone will think we're a class A asshole for weaselling out of a deal.

Dontos might decide to tell us to fuck off and stop courting Lady Chelsted.

And last but not least our kid Dorian will find out that we didn't want to acknowledge him and then only did it when it was to our political advantage.

>>46376545
A - 6
B - 4
C - 5

Okay. Close. Close as hell. Christ this is why I drink.

Trueborn it is.

We're done with this now. This is what I get for making difficult choices.

>>46376568
Probably would be bad politically until lysa runs off to the vale at which point no one will be at all surprised.

>>46376612
Completly irrelevant, not to mention he has a job here.

>>46376574
Yeah he can still do that, but remember this is the Crownland and people talk. Though I wonder, if because this is his land he can boot anybody bodyguard Isis brings so should Brynden's be able to do the same with Obella's giganigga. Good luck having a nice night's sleep afterward.

>>46376625
We appreciate it Father.

>>46376628
I guess we just wait for Lysa to move to the veil, then request our child back.

>>46376625
Even if B had won I really would have appreciated the peace of mind of knowing it wasn't because of samefagging so I really appreciate it, Dad.

>>46376649
And do you really think Redward gives a shit about people talking? He got his own guards he can use and could merely claim that we were trying to insult him if so.

>>46376625
Damn, goddamn close. Could we still have some loyal bodyguard watching Isis or would that be counter productive?

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>>46376625
>This is what I get for making difficult choices.
Admit it, you enjoyed every second of it. You crave that shit.

>>46376628
>>46376651
Nah after Arryn dies we request our child back. Simple, reasonable and probably something that should happen at that time anyways. If they aren't already back home.

>>46376651
Which will also be when things would hit their worst and there'd be no one to rein in Lysa's worst issues, so that's not too bad really.

>>46376625
Sorry we do this to you Padre.

>>46376616
Looking at it again, sending a trueborn isn't so bad if Isis can look after him/her when she is away in Lysa's court.

>>46376694
>>46376698

We should make sure its our second child.
I dont plan on letting our first out of our sights till the little shit can escape them reliably under his own steam, and from what he learns from the sons.

Obella is gonna be pissed

>>46376722
What if the first born is a girl?

>>46376670
No he don't, but someone else do and the talk won't be about how Royce is a cunt, but how the one holding is leash must be ashamed that the dog is shitting all other the carpet

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>>46376694
>Nah after Arryn dies we request our child back
>mfw we cut ties with the Arryns immediately after Jon's poisoned and Ned suspects us of having a hand in it

>>46376726
I think we can sooth her with leaving someone trustworthy with the kid and visiting king's landing more often than we otherwise would.

>>46376722
It's pretty much granted that the 1st child never gets given as a ward.

>>46376739
Never said cut ties just request our kid back before Lysa runs to the Vale.

>>46376726
Well time to show that we're not a pushover. I like Obella I really do, but hard decisions are hard.


>>46376732
>Praying to the seven intensifies

>>46376739
An excuse to interact with ned would be pretty cool.

>>46376651
>>46376668
>>46376682
>>46376708
Well I'm glad I can bring some peace at mind at least. Probably more my fault for not going final destination in the first place. But here we are.

>>46376690
I... Yeah I enjoy it. I enjoy discussion, emotion. It's your family. As crazy as it all sounds. And, yeah... It's good stuff.

Anyway, I'm going to grab a beer and get to writing. At least I don't have to do angry Dontos now.

>>46376739
If that leads ned to poke around our affairs he is more than welcome to.
By this point in time we will have our land back, and be full on isolationist unless some opportunity pops up.

I hope we eventually go for the essosi fair/carnival/caravan idea i had a while back.

>>46376739
yeah, the lapdog kills off his biggest supporter in King's Landing for lolrandumb reasons. Do you think Ned is that much of a moron?

Still in favour of helping Dorian from the shadow though... and maybe help Cecilia find a husband. Some low ranking knight or something.

>>46376808
I thought we already agreed to do that?

>>46376819
Ofcourse. Just stating it again really.

>>46376797
The exact politics will probably not be immediately apparent and if someone wanted to point him in that direction they could probably find all sorts of excuses about what an old loyalist would have been angry about and something to be the straw that broke the camel's back.

>>46376762
In fact we should leave picking who we send with the kid to Obella as part of our "price" even if that's someone we had plans to trust something else to.

>>46376873
Thats if we even came into it at all.
Frankly the link is tenuous at best and utter farce at worst, compared to the better leads that the normal narrative provides, its a gnats fart in the wind.

>>46376873
Okay, Ned might buy that at least initially. How would it be done? Isis would be back home and Dorian doing it is a farcical suggestion.

>tfw when we are the reason father drinks

>>46376915
>>46376930
It'd be more of a matter of if someone wanted to possibly shut him out from his most natural base of support. We're not gonna back cersei or little finger and don't particularly trust varys once arryn's gone, but we're building a respectable coalition. Looking into the new hand would make sense if it weren't for "won't effect Canon"

>>46376955
As long as he drinks to the shitstorm and not the shitpost.
It's hard to see the difference but it is noticeable.

>>46377038
Whatever. We can't prevent Ned from being a intrigue retard but we can throw out any allegation in court. He can do what he wants.

>>46376787
I think in the future when this sort of landmark deal comes up I'm gonna ask in advance if it'll be final destination. When you don't do it too often it doesn't always come to mind without prompting.

>>46377088
Our fucking word when one of our sons runs into Arya while we are at court. They hit it off and she runs to Steadhold instead of going with Yoren.

Dad will never do it however becuase he likes canon too much.

>>46377088
In part it serves well "IC" to keep us from being unable to keep Ned from being an intrigue retard.

>>46377038
>respectable coalition
It would have been great if all the /tg/ Houses where in this coalition, dunno how Brachen would fit into it tho.

>>46377114
Its not really that he LIKES Canon he just doesn't trust himself not to accidentally write shitty fixfic.

>>46377143
Actually no it wouldn't because they're in completely different parts of the kingdom and thus useless to each other.

>>46377177
Also pretty sure mo one would like bordain. And malroy with hate brachen aswell

“We are going with Lysa Tully. My trueborn child, someday,” you state simply, “She is the safest option for now Isis. King’s Landing is safe and far away enough from war I do not need to fear you will die when/if the annulment comes through. I cannot risk you there.”

Isis looks down at her hands, wringing them together nervously, nodding.

“Obella isn’t going to be pleased Brynden,” Dontos remarks leaning back and scratching at the gray in his temples, “The Dornish are not going to like you throwing in with the Hand again after what they did to you.”

“Neither are you if you need to be the deciding vote on the Queen of Love and Beauty. I trust you can speak with Ser Bennard Brune regarding such?” you ask, attempting to put humor in your voice, receiving a nod in affirmation. And attempting at least for the moment to ignore the truths he told you otherwise.

Isis stands up suddenly and walks over to her mirror, crossing her arms and wiping a tear from her eye, “You shouldn’t have to sacrifice a child for me Brynden. Or her happiness. I’m okay on my own. I-I can do it. Seven why don’t-”

Dontos had moved up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, the little girl you remembered as your sister finally coming back. She buries her face in your Uncle’s chest, pounding against it weakly with her fists. She was a fiercely independent woman, you knew that, and use to getting her way to boot. The past few years no doubt hardened that portion of her, it was all she had for months after the Rebellion. It would be difficult to convince her to trust in you again, you didn’t exactly have the best track record over the years. Time heals all wounds but now, this was the most difficult of it all. You sigh, gathering yourself to your own feet and join them in the embrace.

---

Isis and Victus walk to your side, Victus holding his aunt’s hand as you walked. She had asked to visit with him after your chat earlier. You were on your way to see Lord Eustace Brune, after putting him and the Crackclaw Point Lords off for so long you decide it for the best to finally see that the Alliance is done and in place. Dontos had broken off before you arrived, needing to finish his morning routine and ready himself for the second day of the Tourney. You tilt your head to the side when you notice Wesley standing outside the door, pacing back and forth with a slight limp.

“Wesley? Is that you?” Isis asks suddenly aware of your cousin.

“Isis, Seven above, I apologize for not seeing you earlier. I-I had business to attend to. And bloody hell, the Tourney and the wedding. I’ve barely had time to talk to anyone. Lord Brune wants to talk about the betrothal and-and… Hello Brynden. I’m sorry Isis please, allow me.”

“Betrothal?” Isis asks very suddenly and you pause alongside her.

“Ah. Um… Yes. I am to be married to Lady Cassana Brune. Brynden knew it was for the best, for the Alliance. We just got done speaking of it.”

Well. That was one less thing you need do to assure the Alliance was secure, but it shocked you nonetheless, Wesley hadn’t ever been this type before. To take matters into his own hands, hell before when you spoke of it he thought to do it only by your bidding, rather than anything else. Your cousin smiles at your weakly, “Good to see you Brynden. When you have a chance after the Tourney, there is something I’d like to talk to you about and for you to see.”

You nod and allow your cousin to pass, Isis looks at you oddly but you wave it off for the moment. Best she didn’t know if you suspected it to be the weapon’s cache that was en route to Royce. Your sister leaves off soon after your son in tow, and you push through to the private room where Lord Eustace Brune sat, his daughter by his side, she was plain but pretty in her own way. Not beautiful, but political.

“I had thought perhaps you had second thoughts regarding the Alliance we offered you Lord Malroy,” Eustace says, not getting up from his seat to greet you. He was a tall man, built like a tree, stocky and full. Still in his prime as a Lord and a man.

You sit across from him and see the papers that Benjin had written up for you to sign before the end of the Melee. As you glance over them you note all of the Crackclaw Points Lords and Knights having signed it already, Wesley as well, a single spot being left for your own name. You look up at him, “No my Lord. Merely busy, as I hope my squire explained, there are quite a few that wish my ear.”

“No doubt Lord Malroy,” Eustace draws out, “A shame I hadn’t known of your bachelor status before, I would have offered my Cassana. Though I suppose Ser Wesley shall do, despite my reservations. Lord Malroy I will cut to the chase, I am here to see you sign this. We wished for you, and only you yet we here are, you signing last. Not to mention, no word of your supposed improvements you intend to begin building.”

“Lord Brune, you must understand now is a difficult time for my House and-”

“Not as I have heard it Lord Malroy, you make promises to build roads and trade centers in our towns. As if wealth flows from you like the Lannisters themselves. This document is as much a contract as it is Alliance, the Point has expectations my Lord. If you cannot live up to these promises within the next six months, the Point will withdraw their offer. Lord Clarence and Ser Dustin think we weak and unable. I doubt that Lord Malroy, we have handled the Celtigars before. Now will not be any different.”

You frown slightly and look to the document before you. Lord Eustace did have a point, these were your plans and thus far no money has gone towards them, even without the document signed. You reach for a quill and dip it in ink, hovering over it for a moment in thought.

>Sign the document with little argument
>Do not sign

>Ask for more time to come through on your promises (Convince)
>Demand more time to come through on your promises (Intimidate)
>Do nothing, six months was fair

>>46377484
>>Sign the document with little argument
He ain't wrong

We.. Did just get some more money right? He's kind of right.
How does that money compare to expenses, I can't check, I'm phoneposting

>>46377484
>>Sign the document with little argument
Yes you've beaten the Celtigars before but what about the rest of the Valyrian houses together?

>>46377484
>Sign the document with little argument
>>Do nothing, six months was fair

We did kind of talk big game on that one

>>46377484
>>Sign the document with little argument
We have to make some effort to upholding our own machinations or nobody will trust us again. We can renegotiate if it becomes clear we can't meet our obligations but we must put money forward now.

>>46377484
>Sign the document with little argument
But let him know that if he doubts our word so easily it makes us think of how much value his is

Not gonna lie I'm a little pissed off here

>>46377535
20 gold for both caravanserai and 18 lands for the roads.

>>46377566
He's totally right though, we have just sat on our hands about it for what 4 months now?

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>>46377484
>Sign the document with little argument
>Do nothing, six months was fair
"I was just waiting for our association to be made official, my lord."

>>46377484
>Sign
>Do nothing

Though maybe take him down a peg gently if we can. Maybe a minor reminder that if it was just the celtigars then he would be right.
6 month is fair. We can trickle in some wealth alongside our debt payment each month after the first lump sum. We need to get something very visible set up asap.

>>46377573
>20 gold

A whole 20 wealth? Or twenty gold?

>>46377484
>>Sign the document with little argument

>>46377631
Wealth not gold. Sorry A little ashamed I fucked that up.

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>>46377484
>>Sign the document with little argument
>Do nothing, six months was fair
I kind of want to give him a taste of Wildfire but that shit could hurt Wesley. I guess we either could smile at his cheekiness or crank the chav dial up

>>46377613
I thought the deal was we would have provided for the stuff once we had an alliance

I mean if he trust us so little he sounds like a shitty ally

>>46377620
I'd rather blame it on sellswordyness, never do shit until the contract is actually signed, still adapting to bring back in proper civilization.

>>46377696
That's not a bad call. Still, I thought we only wanted our enemies to think we were an irresponsible sellsword.

>>46377484
Sign with no argument
This is Padre fucking around with us for talking big

>>46377733
todays freinds, tomorrows enemys. etc.

Really it just allows us to be a touch unpredictable, which has saved our life on occasion.

>>46377681
>>46377756
Eh, we also kept putting off talking to them about it this whole time until Wesley went and did his part solo and then they came after us.

Yeah, we had a bunch of shit on our plate but we still kept kicking it down the priority ladder. They can't be too happy about that

>>46377733
Well in a way this is choosing between appearing to be a responsible sellsword or an irresponsible lord.

>Lysa smacked our ass

That amuses the shit out of me.

>>46377833
That terrifies me.

>>46377855
Least we didnt have to fuck her.

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>>46377855
It could be worse anon, a lot worse.
She's just not getting enough out of her husband and Littlefinger isn't known for his body.

>>46377855
Very much so

>>46377799
>Eh, we also kept putting off talking to them about it this whole time until Wesley went and did his part solo and then they came after us.
I'm fine with them being pissed about putting off these days but they prepared the alliance as a contract to cover their ass.
I mean it's like we put something in there about the alliance being mandatory on their part for some years after we build the infrastructure as a cover on our investment...

Also we need to speak with Wesley

>>46377855
>not taking it as a compliment
She does have huge tracts of land.

>>46377924
Her personality is horrendous, but I do like chubbier girls.

>>46377924
She ate huge tracts of land

>>46377924
Please no.

>>46377924
She's a psycho bint is what she is!

>>46377986
Well anon, you'll at least never be out of girl freind options.

Personally i can't find a woman whos a full number multiplyer of my weight attractive.

>>46378029
I'm a pretty big guy so it doesn't bother me as much.

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>>46378076
>I'm a pretty big guy
Perhaps he's wondering why you'd fuck a girl, if she'd bounce when you threw her out of a plane.

>>46377924
The tracts are barren for the most part though

>>46378198
salty, even, as expected from ladies from the Vale

You put ink to paper, Lord Brynden Malroy of Steadhold. And look up to Lord Eustace Brune who isn’t giving you particularly much regarding his mood, his voice hadn’t risen at all, nor taken tone. Simply firm like your Uncle when he disapproved of your actions. Placing the quill back you salt the document yourself before moving to the second and repeating, the third and fourth, and so on. The same edict for all Houses involved, a sign of alliance. When you’re finished you lean back and twirl the quill in your hand. Lord Brune looks over the documents and finally cracks a smile.

“They had told me you were a hard sort Lord Malroy,” he says, “Be firm with him and he’ll respect that much more. At least what rumors we heard of you upon the Point at least, sellsword this and that. Rubbish the lot of it. You’re a man of honor Lord Malroy. I can see it in you.”

Tilting your head to the side you respond, “Kind of you to say Lord Brune.”

Eustace waggles his finger at you, he couldn’t be more than 35 you think, “No it is an accurate judgment of character Lord Malroy. Sellswords don’t come through on their contracts until they are signed, and sometimes you need to haggle with them a bit to make sure they know what’s good but they’ll treat you well afterwards. Hm?”

“Hm,” you respond in a flat affirmative. Suppose a bit of being a sellsword worked in your favor. Even though it was more you had purposefully ignored the potential alliance for other things. You could take that knock if it meant things worked out in the end.

Lord Brune laughs, and stands up, reaching across to shake your hand, “Good to know I haven’t lost my touch then Lord Malroy. You sellswordy types are so hard to peg, but I got you. I expect to see your… ‘Caravansei’, begin within the next few months my Lord. Good day, and best of luck with your Tourney.”

Eustace Brune leaves off a moment later and you are left sitting in the room alone, not entirely sure of what just happened. Rising from your seat you decide it best to find your wife, and attend to the beginning of that day’s Tourney.

---

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“Warrior give me strength,” you say, placing your helmet upon your head.

“Ser Dontos?”

“Yes squire?”

“It’s time Ser,” your nephew’s son says, smiling at you brightly, gathering what he could carry as you mount Penance. Time for another day of jousting, upstart boys attacking a crack at yourself. A sad attempt in truth, only one had even come close to dismounting you the day prior, at least today, you had Lords and first born son’s for competition. The crowd rallies as you trot onto the grounds and into very. The Black Knight, they yelled. A name you still disliked to an extent, you were meant to be a knight clad in white.

Making your way to the grandstand you see a challenger having come before you already, standing in your place. Wearing a shield of House Chyttering. Ser Cyrus. Finally having stopped his cowering and come to make good upon his challenge for Lady Chelsted’s hand. The thought of tracking the man down set your stomach in knots, better he come here and you finish your part of your promise with your nephew.

“SER DONTOS MALROY!” Ser Cyrus yells across the yard as you approach, “I CHALLENGE YOU-”

“I know why you’re here you blathering idiot,” you snap back, “It is accepted by my Lord’s permission.”

Brynden waves his hand, smiling as he did whenever he knew a man walked to his death.

The herald is informed, and begins to make the announcements, a duel to first blood to open up the day’s events. The Dornish should enjoy that at least, anything to help your nephew’s case at the moment. You take you place, calming Penance with your free hand before Victus hefts your lance into your hand. Ser Cyrus across from you, his horse hardly under his control. The crowd his begun to chatter excitedly. A show as it was in King’s Landing.

“Dear Father, let your light see justice today.”

The flag drops. Your heart quickens. Boots press into Penance and you are off. Racing towards Ser Cyrus, to finish this ridiculous thing and finally gain your nephew the ally he so desperately needed.

>Roll 9d6 for Fighting.

I was in the mood for a little bit of Dontos fighting fools action.

Rolled 2, 4, 5, 3, 2, 4, 5, 6, 1 = 32 (9d6)

>>46378400
>9d6
I forgot how good Dontos was.

Rolled 5, 5, 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 5, 4 = 29 (9d6)

>>46378400
>“I know why you’re here you blathering idiot,” you snap back, “It is accepted by my Lord’s permission.”
>9d6
How can you not love Dontos

Rolled 2, 1, 5, 6, 4, 2, 5, 1, 5 = 31 (9d6)

>>46378400

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>>46378424
Seven bless any fool who dares talk smack with Dontos.

>>46378506
They will,
When their coffins being lowered at any rate.

>>46378506
>>46378560
Amen

I kinda like Lord Brune. He's like that kinda strict but still joking uncle.

Rolled 6, 5, 4, 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 3 = 38 (9d6)

Let's see if I would have rolled worse

>>46377895

A shame, as that way we could have filled our agreement with her.

Lysa, your new fosterling is...YOUR OWN MALROY BASTARD!

>>46378770
Dear seven anon! Don't make me throw up my dinner!

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>>46378770
oh shit

Attack: Success, three degrees.
Staying Mounted: Success, one degree

If nothing else, at least you still had this. It was not a cloak of white. But it was who you were, a Knight, anointed in the Light of the Seven. You race towards Ser Cyrus, placing your lance just so and locking it into place just before you crash into him. Your lance strikes true and Cyrus is rocked in his seat, barely maintaining his balance holding on by his legs. Though at least you think as much, his own lance had struck you blow just as mighty and well placed, and for a moment you feel as if you were going down, your chest ached from the blow and you could feel the dent in your armor from it. Ser Cyrus was a Knight well and true, but not so good as to dismount you in a single pass.

Pulling yourself up and back into your saddle you round and regain your composure, a squire is there with another lance and you heft it into place. Rolling your neck before focusing upon your opponent. Ser Cyrus looks worse for wear after that round, his armor not near as well crafted as your own. They raise the flags again and you ready, digging into Penance as soon as it is dropped. The horse hardly utters a noise to your urges, being use to the pressure now. Your eyes remain fixed, focused upon Ser Cyrus, this time he would fall.

>Roll 9d6 for Fighting.

>>46378770
I want Bob Barker to say this

Rolled 5, 6, 1, 2, 5, 6, 4, 5, 4 = 38 (9d6)

>>46378826

Rolled 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 3, 2, 4 = 34 (9d6)

>>46378826

Rolled 2, 1, 5, 5, 3, 3, 4, 3, 1 = 27 (9d6)

>>46378826
fuck the white

>>46378858
The black knight strikes again.
Just hope he doesn't kill the dumb fuck.

>>46378858
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. DAMN DONTOS PISSED!!!!

>>46378770
We should use that as a joke/threat next time the issue arise. Obella would be quite amused at the thing I think. Dontos on the other hand...

>>46378881
didn't dad hinted he is involved in some way with the banditry? I can't remember

Rolled 1, 6, 5, 5, 4, 5, 6, 5, 6 = 43 (9d6)

>>46378826
again, late rolling

>>46378930
Come on anon! Get it together.

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>>46378930
jesus

>>46378959
>>46378982
Don't worry, I'll post in time next, and will have shit for result

>>46379010
Maybe we can do naught but roll and let the fates decide where it lands.

Attack: Success, three degrees.
Staying Mounted: No roll needed. Ser Cyrus rolled a Critical Failure and had taken a wound from the last pass. Didn’t plan on doing this, but here we go.

Your lance strikes true, as if willed by divine guidance, firmly placing itself into Ser Cyrus’ chest, his own lance is a clean miss, hardly touching you as it fell from his hand in shock. You continue through the motion, gritting your teeth as your poorer arm ached under the strain. Cyrus loses hold of his horse, the pieces of lance flying around the two of you and then, nothing. Your lance is in absolute tatters. And you press forward to round as quickly as you can, to remain on the offensive. It was a battle to first blood, and you would finish it as such.

“Seven give me strength- Oh god.”

What your eyes are greeted with is a scene of horror, Ser Cyrus fell off poorly, his foot catching in its stirrup the frightened and poorly trained horse had continues along, dragging the broken man down the rest of the field, before being caught by a few squires. Even from a distance you could see his body was without life. His leg had twisted so horrifically you imagined bone could be seen jutting from skin under his armor. The right arm was tangled in the shield he hadn’t let go, likely just as broken as the leg. But worst of all you could see the shard of your lance sticking into his chest, having punctured the armor near clean. Blood had begun to drip from it as they pulled him down. The crowd in shocked silence.

Well fuck me

It had not been your intention, these things happened during the Joust. You stare at Ser Cyrus’ lifeless body, from afar, a maester coming to the field, attempts to remove his helm, only to reveal the bloody ruin it had become slamming across the ground. You finally turn away, seeing Victus staring with wide eyes, and looking to you with concern. Shaking your head does little to calm the boys concern, and you decide to trot off the field instead. Wishing a moment of peace. Of clarity. With the Seven.

---

Watching your uncle exit the field you sit stunned. You knew well and good he did not intend to kill Ser Cyrus, it was not a blood feud. He had only done as you bid. Win her hand, as he very well could in a contest of arms. The herald is attempting to call the crowd that had gotten rowdy since his exit to order, though to little avail. The squires pick up Ser Cyrus’ body and you decide to look elsewhere, instead eyeing Lady Alexes. She had covered her son’s eyes, the boy was clearly shaken by the incident, but upon her face she wore the hint of a smile. As if she knew something you had not.

“He… Killed him,” Isis stammers out to your side, “That’s not like him. At all. Dontos is a True Knight, he would never-”

“Accidents happen Isis,” your aunt Isabella responds, her brow furrowed, “Knowing my brother though, he will hold himself accountable regardless.”

You nod, knowing the truth behind those words.

“Lord Malroy? My Lady, Lysa Tully, wishes an audience with you,” comes the voice of a squire you swear you knew. Casting an eye back it looked like the lad that was always in Arryn’s service in King’s Landing, but more grown up. He shifts uncomfortably, “If you are available my Lord.”

>See Lysa Tully, likely wanting to hear of your intentions today
>Decline for now, you need to speak with Obella first
>Decline for now, you needed to see after your Uncle

>>46379448
Blood for the Blood God

>>46379476
>>Decline for now, you needed to see after your Uncle
I am sorry but I need to speak with my Uncle.

>>46379476
Speak to that trainwreck of a woman

>>46379476
>>Decline for now, you needed to see after your Uncle
The Bloody Black Knight

>>46379476
>>See Lysa Tully, likely wanting to hear of your intentions today

Dontos needs his time alone with the gods...

Fuck man

>>46379448
Dayum. Rekt for the Rekt god

>>46379476
>Decline for now, you needed to see after your Uncle

Dude had balls though have to give him that. Taking a wound and still goinmg for a second pass against the Black Knight?

>>46379602
dude was probably clueless as fuck

>>46379476

Let Dontos make peace with Gods and himself before we have our word. Speak to Lysa.

>>46379476

>See Lysa Tully, likely wanting to hear of your intentions today


Note: we should be coming up with ways to make this up to obella.

>>46379476
>See Lysa Tully, likely wanting to hear of your intentions today

>>46379665
Fuck her brains out?

>>46379476
>>See Lysa Tully, likely wanting to hear of your intentions today


Dontos doesn't need our platitudes, we'll comfort him later.

Alright, talking to Lysa Tully it is. Kind of surprised we don't want to talk this over with Obella first. But alright then.

Anyway, I need to do something real quick, shouldn't take too long. Then I'll get to writing.

>>46379476
>As if she knew something you had not.
Did...she just poison the fucker so he would get trucked? Or did something to the horse/armor?

>>46379830
Eh, we kind of already had her input. Plus she can forgive us for not thinking to tell her since we just saw our uncle shishkabab someone.

>>46379882
My bets on the horse.

>>46379830
Imma be honest, I totally didn't see the Obella option.

Alright I'm back.

Here's the thing. Looking over my notes, I don't actually have anything left for the Tourney. No one to really meet or talk with, etc. That was all the plot I had. I'm not sure how that happened, but it sure as hell did.

Right after the Tourney I had intended upon doing House Fortunes and getting through that mess. Talking to Wesley. And then doing an Obella scene with her meeting the spy.

So here's a question, is there anyone you guys really, really want or need to talk to at the Tourney? Or are you fine with me kind of summarizing the rest and we'll move on to the stuff right after?

>>46380292
Illiad and all our bros from Essos

>>46380292
The lady Chelsted that's about it.

>>46380292
>So here's a question, is there anyone you guys really, really want or need to talk to at the Tourney?
I think we're fine.

I'd sort of like to corner lady Chelsted at some point and ask her whether she's alright after the shock of seeing one of her suitors so unfortunately slain, but that's not majorly important, I guess?

>>46380292
A summery is fine, though did Chelsted do something to the bloke?

Yeah I suppose we can set up a chat with Lady Chelsted. That works for a third option.

A summary of the Tourney is a go and we'll move on.

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>>46380324
>>46380344
>>46380361
I mean, the more I think about it, the more it seems like she's just sort of pleased that Dontos fits so exactly what she wanted down to every last detail.

She basically just wanted him to warn off other suitors and protect her kid without having ambitions of his own on her land. And what better warning than having literally killed one of the buggers?

>>46380471
Hole in one Targfag

>>46380446
Does everyone important in Dorne hate Redward now for killing the Dayne girl?

>>46381248
Not enough time for news to spread. It's been what, three days since anyone from Dorne could have found out?

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>>46381347
I should have asked "Will everyone..." Though I suppose Dorne already hates a lot of people for killing their children, right Bordain?

>>46381455
Oh, everyone will know. It's just a matter of how long it'll take the birds to fly.

You go ahead and decide to see to Lady Tully, Obella hardly gives you a look when you accept the invitation and you’re relatively certain she is aware of your decision now, even if only. It wasn’t something you relished in, having to make promises upon children not yet born, trading a life for another. On the outside one might call you selfish, thinking of only the present and yourself. Let them say what they will though, it is your family, your House, the hard decisions need sometimes be made to keep safe those you held most dear.

You nod off the squire who runs off ahead of you, though you hardly take more than a few steps before you hear your son’s voice calling you. The boy runs up to, breathing heavily, having just run the distance from the yard to your grandstand, “Father… Dontos, says he isn’t competing anymore today. He… He is going to the Sept. Mason is going to take his place. He said to say sorry.”

Little to be done by that now you think, Dontos knew the risks going into this, all men do, and he had killed before, but this was not something you took lightly, particularly not your Uncle, “Okay Victus, go see after him. Tell his sister, Isabella, she is the best with dealing with him when he is like this.”

“Yes father,” your son responds, having finally caught his breath,

---

The first round of the day had begun as you traveled to Lady Tully’s private box. Mason’s shield now stood where your Uncle’s had, and he was mounted in his, comparably, boring armor. Old steel from his time in Highgarden, he never changed it aside from when it was too broken to wear any longer, and refused any offer of yours to purchase him a new suit. But he looked good, Mason rarely rode anymore but from your time in Essos with him you remembered how good he truly was. At times he could keep pace with your Uncle, a good day unhorse him. Benefits of being a Tyrell bastard he always told you.

Lysa Tully ignores you until the first pass is done, Ser Stevron having unhorsed his opponent in a single pass.

“Your Uncle rode well Lord Malroy.”

“I will tell him such, thank you my Lady.”

“They announced he rode for the hand of a Lady. And here they had told me he preferred the company of men. King’s Landing girls will talk of anything I suppose.”

You keep your face flat, devoid of emotion, watching the field go for another pass. Wesley and Quentyn win out, Mason going lance for lance with his opponent, “Only rumors my Lady. My Lady, I would ask you kindness again, and would gladly accept your offer.”

Lady Tully claps her hands together in delight, “Oh I had so hoped you would agree Lord Malroy. Your Lady wife did not seem so keen upon the idea, Dornish are a fickle lot. But you are not so stupid a sellsword as they say, but perhaps those just rumors as well.”

“I would suppose as much my Lady. Can you have the arrangements done by the end of this week.”

She waves her hand in dismissal, “Yes yes Lord Malroy. No need to be so serious about it, your sister is in good hands. So long as I win.”

“Of course Lady Tully,” you finish and leave off, a boiling heat needing to be pushed back down into your throat.

The rest of the day goes along relatively quickly, the Tourney being the only item of note for the rest of it. Though for the vast majority of it you wished to drink you decided against it, feeling a need to stay sober for the evening where you would meet with the last of your more important guests. Obella hardly speaks barring remarking when a Dornish Knight did well against one of the Vale or Riverlands. Her hand rests firmly against her stomach and in the back of your mind you know she is worried, concerned, and likely a little angry with you. Isis notices far quicker than you and buries herself in her clothing, making herself scarce out of self imposed blame for the situation. Deciding it was best to simply allow things to smooth over with the day you attempt to take in the rest of the Tourney and take little guests outside of family.

Mason had a good showing for the majority of the day, though is unhorsed by Ser Hector Rowan near the end of the day, the Knight of the Arbor if memory served correct and he went to stretch of it, leaving him with Ser Stevron Staunton in the final five. Ser Stevron proves to be just as viable in the the second day, unhorsing Ser Orswell Pyne and Ser Symon Santagar notably. If he wasn’t a King’s man you would have considered attempting to recruit him yourself. The Stauntons were good folk as far as you could remember. Your cousin Wesley goes for the stretch of it as well, as much as it had surprised you, he had looked absolutely beaten by the end of it. Having gone tilt for tilt with some of your better Knights, Ser Jon Pryor had taken him to a contest of seven lances a piece before finally misplacing his lance and being unhorsed.

Ser Bennard Brune had a relatively good run of it, though the competition soon got to him and his position became a revolving door of sorts. Reach, Riverlands, Crownlands, Vale, Dorne, and repeat it felt like, by the end of it the last man standing was Ser Varn Wyl, his last challenger had been your own Knight Ser Ambrose Oatwright, when he had been unhorsed the man looked infuriated, and for a moment looked like he wanted to go after Ser Wyl with whatever he could get his hands on, though calmed when the other Knights of your Household came out after him. Likely a story there you felt. Lastly Quentyn Qorgyle manages to go the stretch of it, he looked in far better shape than Wesley had, but relatively beaten up all the same. Of your champions he had competed perhaps the best, having unhorsed Lord Mathis Rowan and Lord Eustace Brune when they took the field. His brother had given it a try as well, though the attempt ended in equal failure as the Lords before him. Lastly though was a Knight you did not know, but your wife had straightened and frowned at when she saw enter the field and challenge her brother. Ser Gerold Dayne, heir of to High Hermitage and the brother of Lady Nera Dayne. He was young, fifteen she told you, but those that knew him could tell he harbored something dark in him. All the same Quentyn managed to defeat the younger man, though not without nearly taking a spill himself.

At the end of the evening you have your five Champions: Ser Stevron Staunton, Ser Hector Rowan, Ser Wesley Hayford, Ser Varn Wyl, and Lord Quentyn Qorgyle. Casting an eyes towards Lady Tully’s box you can see her leaning over with anticipation. The herald asks their decision and Ser Stevron Staunton steps forward, even from here you can see disdain on Quentyn’s face. In a decision of 3-2, Lady Lysa Tully was declared the Queen of Love and Beauty. Obella’s face sours further at the announcement, if she hadn’t been angry with you before she certainly was now. The crowd begins to break for the evening and final feast of the event, Lord and Ladies alike attending to their defeated brethren, Obella is glad to leave off when her brother Quillon comes. But you stay a moment longer, watching the field empty and dusk begin to form, there were a couple people you need speak with before the night was done.

>Track down your cousin, Ser Wesley Hayford, as he requested
>Track down Lady Alexes Chelsted, you had a few questions for her

For those wondering, Staunton, Rowan and Wesley had voted for Lysa Tully. Quentyn and Wyl both for Obella. Wesley had been the deciding vote.

Hate character limits, make the posts look a mess.

>>46381667
>>Track down your cousin, Ser Wesley Hayford, as he requested

This first

>>46381667
>>Track down your cousin, Ser Wesley Hayford, as he requested

>>46381667
>Track down your cousin, Ser Wesley Hayford, as he requested

Chelsted has had her due with making our uncle kill. Go meet our cousin.

>>46381667
>>Track down your cousin, Ser Wesley Hayford, as he requested
Damnit Wes I was hoping you'd choose Obella. Then we could honestly say WE tried but what could ya do?

>>46381667
>>Track down your cousin, Ser Wesley Hayford, as he requested

Wasn’t a particularly difficult task to track down your cousin, he had been sitting with the other Knights of your Household upon the yard, visiting with Mason and Lucas. He looked older now than when you had seen him last, hardly a few months but he had grown into the position he had been thrust into, as much as it shouldn’t have had been him. Orion was with him, the dornish youth looking far different in a more professional garb and colors of your cousin’s House, it almost made you laugh, the yellow and green mess of House Hayford had always struck you the wrong way.

“You impressed today Wesley,” you call to get his attention.

“Another pass and I would have fallen off my horse from exhaustion,” he responds, Lucas laughing at him, “Horse look familiar? Some of the first offspring of the black coursers you had traded with my father, he’s a good fella.”

You actually had noticed, the build looked similar to your family’s horses, hard to miss for your trained eye, but all the same you humor him. Taking a moment to talk and jest with your Knights, felt like the early days again, less cares. The decisions only being marginally difficult in comparison. Before you knew Isis was still alive and the only thing you cared for was revenge. Before Obella, Dorne, the whole bloody mess of it. After awhile of nostalgia however Wesley is quick to a serious point asking to see you privately.

Your cousin leads you to the pavilion he had set up alongside the others, he had been more than welcomed to join your family in the castle but was quick to refuse. The few men he had brought with him were breaking down camp, Orion had returned with the prize money, only 200 gold dragons and was packing it away into their carriage.

“Samuel had them hidden in Hayford’s sewers, from the footprints left in the mud I’m guessing they had at least two other shipments, four boxes a piece. Enough to arm 800 men,” Wesley stops at his second wagon, and waves you forward as he jumps up into it. He pounds his fist on a wooden box, “Castle-forged steel all of it. Swords, maces, shields, the bloody works. When my men picked it up the bottom had rotten through and we found it had a false bottom. The entire thing was filled with coin, but not dragons. Something from across the sea I’m guessing.”

Wesley hands you the strange coin and you flip it over recognizing it immediately, “It’s from Myr, little bit smaller than a dragon, but not that hard to reforge.”

“I had assumed as much,” Wesley says running his hand through his hair, “Only two of the boxes had gold in them, the others were had been emptied entirely, the money and weapons gone. These two boxes are the only thing we have to go on. We questioned the few men that hadn’t gone to ground after the incident. They didn’t know much, same things Horace told you. Complaints of shit and piss, crying at night. Nothing else on who this Ser Dargood is but I have a feeling he isn’t actually a member of the House, the way they explained him sounded more like Illiad and his brother rather than the Dargood or Darklyns I know of.”

“Nothing else though?” You ask examining a rather well made sword, the marker’s mark having been scratched off.

“Not a thing, guessing not too many people knew about what Samuel was up to. The Hoggs haven’t the foggiest, and the rest of the Household is giving me blanks,” Wesley says with a dejected tone, “I’m sorry Brynden.”

You reach over and place a hand on your cousin’s shoulder, he was trying, damn it he was putting in the effort, certainly not his fault that there weren’t any answers not yet at least, “You did everything you could Wesley. I should be apologizing to you, I’ve completed left you out to dry with the Crackclaw Point Alliance, you did more for me by brokering that marriage than you could imagine.”

Wesley smiles for the first time since his brother had died, as far as you knew and sits down inside the wagon, flipping a sword around in his hand, “You know we could use these. Good steel is good steel. I want to help with the Princewood cousin, it’s where I’m meant to be, on the field with you. House Hayford isn’t as weak as my father thinks, we can call the Hoggs and we still have something of an army left, maybe 1000 between the both of us. We’re family Brynden, that’s what you always told me. And you help family.”

>Accept Wesley’s offer to help with the Princewood
>Decline, save their strength, you’d need it later

The weapon’s shipments? (Enough to arm two units with Superior Melee and Superior Shields)
>Take them for yourself and use them
>Split them with Wesley and use them
>Allow Wesley to take them and use them
>Do not use them, locking them away as evidence

>>46382438
>>Accept Wesley’s offer to help with the Princewood
While I'd love to decline we really need his help.

>>Do not use them, locking them away as evidence
This is just another link to Royce that is going to bury that fucking idiot.

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I wonder, did we ever met a Chyttering besides Cyrus?

>>46382438
>>Accept Wesley’s offer to help with the Princewood


>Do not use them, locking them away as evidence

>>46382438
>Accept Wesley’s offer to help with the Princewood
>Do not use them, locking them away as evidence

>>46382438
>Split them with Wesley and lock your share away as evidence

>>46382438
>Accept Wesley’s offer to help with the Princewood
>Allow Wesley to take them and use them
Fuck Redward and his fucking enslavement of the people he's supposed to take care of, fuck. Samuel as well for helping.

>>46382560
Oh, that might work.

>>46382560
That's really clever

>>46382665
No need to say it like you're so surprised.

>>46382714
It is YOU

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>>46382745
>mfw jumping in live for the first time in last thread and from the archives targfag seemed alright.

But that may just be me

>>46382846
What are you, a Targfagfag?

>>46382560
Eh the other thing is if they show up that means Royce KNOWS that we know about them.

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>>46382902
Not really, never talked to him. He seems reasonable though, and did agree with me last thread that Tully was the better option

>>46382846
>>46382955
>Frozenshit

killyourself holyshit

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>>46382846
>>46382955
Elsa is practically a Targaryen anyway.

She's got the hair and the incest down pat.

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>>46383025
>he thinks elsanna is otp
I am definitely a targfagfag now

>>46382998
>not liking frozen

Oh seven protect us they're spawning!!

i joke

>>46383177
Targfag isn't even actually the original targfag supposedly, he took up the banner because of perceived anti targ hysteria towards the real targfag.
I believe it too, Targfag has a totally different style of targfagging than the anon that originally prompted the term targfag.

>>46383251
Is this MGSV all over again?

>>46383251
oh so like Hawk over in /a/ whenever a Berserk thread shows up

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>>46383277
You're no longer the targfag you are now... Big Targfag