>>46801114

>Page has forgotten his trip Edition.

BUT I REMEMBERED A BUNCH OF OTHER THINGS!!

BEHOLD. A PASTEBIN
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And I've got an ASK.FM: PageOfIron!

AND LOOK, A SIMPLE FAQ
>What is this?
Quests are communal Roleplaying Games. You and other posters will decide the actions and responses of a Main Character, either from presented choices, or your own write-ins.

>How do I contribute?
My posts provide you potential options. Vote for your favorite, or write your own. The Post with the most votes will be the character’s action. Some posts will ask for rolls. Rolls are determined from the best of the first 3 rolls submitted.

>What's the story?
This particular quest takes place in an alternate version of the Game of Thrones/Song of Ice and Fire universe, some 13 years before the events of the first book. The first post contains a general summary of your current state, but if you want to know more about your character history, look for “Song of Iron and Hate” and “Knock-Off Game of Thrones Quest” on the sup/tg/ Archives.

>>46801179
But enough nonsense of me performing the basic minimum amounts of organization. BACK TO THE ISSUES.

You currently sit with Doma Toceri, Pentoshi Merchant, and financial overseer of the Company, having just shown him the invitation to a foreign noble's townhouse who had no reason to reach out to you.

"These are deep waters you have entered, Captain Finn. You must be careful. The Lyseni do not believe in training armies. They rely on mercenaries to wage their wars. This lady could be a opening for a great market, or a rival we did not see coming. You must try and avoid offense. You must weigh your every word to her, do you hear me?"

"I hear you, Doma. But you needn't worry. You'll be there to patch things over."

"I dare not, Captain Finn. I have...history with the Lyseni. It is not impossible this is some sort of trap to snatch me up and deliver me to my enemies. Further, note hear." He points his finger to a section of the note. "I invite you to dine aysola", she says. This is "privately". To bring any beyond a personal guard would be an insult. The note calls you "Master", a credit of respect. You would seem callous, rude, and paranoid if any notable ones came with you. You shall have to brave this challenge alone."

>Response

>"And what if I just don't go?"
>"Great, I'll just chat up an unknown noblewoman whose family could have me killed for using the wrong fork over a dinner I'm not prepared for. What could go wrong?"
>"I'm gonna need a better tunic."
>Write-in

>>46801295
>>"I'm gonna need a better tunic."

>>46801295
>"I'm gonna need a better tunic."

Try to contain your cancer to a single thread

>>46801483
Anon really?

>>46801295
>>"I'm gonna need a better tunic."
Good to see you Page

>>46801438
>>46801455

"I'm gonna need a better tunic."

"This is so, Captain Finn. This Lady will have spent her life surrounded by opulent luxury like only the Essosi can achieve. You will certainly need assistance in presentation to impress her."

You and Doma go and have a quick word with Hiram, the Captain of the Support units, and the head of logistics. Thanks to the payment by Orissa, you have some funds to acquire dress clothes for the evening. You'll have to pay out the nose, given the immediate need, but you'll be able to wear SOMETHING that doesn't immediately look like it came from an encampment.

A quick jaunt out from your Inn headquarters finds you a couple options for outfits for the evening.

The first is a relatively spartan ensemble in black and grey. It carries a feel of military utility, implying a uniform without being one. It's further useful for being in the colors of your Lord's house. The potential downsides are that, if the meal is in the sun, you would quickly grow uncomfortable, given the expanse of black. And it's a somber outfit, almost fit for mourning.

There's another outfit in some Pentoshi styled robes, with a light blue and white color scheme. This has the advantage of complimenting your hair a bit better, and making you seem more friendly and open. However, it would be very difficult to wear a weapon of any kind larger than a dagger with them, and they're not very mobile.

the last clothing option you find is a green tunic and fine breeches in the Westerosi style. These are well-made enough to not draw the eye, and a sword on the belt would not be out of place. However, they reinforce the idea of your outsider status, reminding observers that this is not your land.

You idly wonder if you might not be better served just polishing and buffing your armor, and showing up in that. Doma tells you it would be rude, but yields your armor is flashy enough that it might be seen as simply the eccentric ways of mercenaries.

>Which?

>>46801928
Westorosi Tunic

>>46801928
>spartan ensemble in black and grey

>>46802072
>>46801928
Sounds good to me

>>46801928
The second would make us seem ridiculous, the third is boring, so spartan tunic it is

>>46801928
Black and grey

Slow post rate, it seems. That's cool. If I didn't try different days, I'd never learn what times were best.

>>46802072
>>46802153

You decide to use the spartan cut in black and grey. Best to remind them of your origin subtly, and besides, you're an infantryman. You can put up with a few hours of uncomfortable clothes at a dinner party no sweat. You're used to standing around in the hot sun in a lot heavier.

The tailor swears she'll have the outfit ready in a few hours' time, with plenty of time for you to be at Voresa's townhouse in time for the meal.

How do you want to spend the intervening time?

>Training beyond the inn, to blow off steam at the sudden interjection of politics in your life.
>Brushing up on Pentoshi and Lyseni etiquette with Doma
>Looking for a building to serve as your future base of operations once you've moved your men out of the city.

You may divide your efforts, but you'll achieve less notable results.

>>46802328
>Brushing up on Pentoshi and Lyseni etiquette with Doma

>>46802328
>Brushing up on Pentoshi and Lyseni etiquette with Doma

>>46801928
>The first is a relatively spartan ensemble in black and grey.

Good to see you back Page.

>>46802328
>Brushing up on Pentoshi and Lyseni etiquette with Doma
We're going in aware we'll fuck up, may as well try to keep them to a minimum though.

>>46802328
>>Looking for a building to serve as your future base of operations once you've moved your men out of the city.

>Slow post rate, it seems.
Short notice and it has been awhile. They'll come out of the woodwork as the thread goes on.

>>46802328
>Brushing up on Pentoshi and Lyseni etiquette with Doma

Okay, so we use the small spoon on the left for the soup and the third knife on the right to stab snobby rich cunts that annoy us, right?

>Mercenary company in Essos

Unrelated to current events, if we're looking for mercenary work in Essos, we know there's a good chance we'll be contracted to fight the Horse Fuckers.

I assume we've been preparing for this. Stockpiling long pikes and having our smiths churn out caltrops?

Catapults launching thousands of caltrops will do HORRIBLE things to a cavalry charge.

>>46802386
>>46801697
It's good to be back, guys.

>>46802441
>Looks back on twitter
Ah, shit, I meant to post on Sunday that I was going to be doing this yesterday or today. Well, that explains part of that.

>>46802449
>>46802416
>>46802375
>>46802367
You decide to bite the bullet, and go in as armed and armored against pissing off strange noblewomen as you can be, given the circumstances.

You spend a couple hours with Doma learning the ins and outs of Pentoshi and Lyseni etiquette. Things like who eats first, the proper type of compliments, what to eat with your hands and so on.

The deluge of information gives you a mild headache, but you endure. If William can be taught courtly graces, or at least what passes for courtly brooding, you can learn to be an inoffensive guest.

Doma reminds you that you could take a handful of guards, but more than 6 would be offensive.

Your first thought is of Waylar, of course, but there's the concern that if this is some kind of trap, you'd be losing two captains instead of one.

>Bring Waylar
>Don't.


Your outfit for the evening is delivered, the tailor making good her promise to get it to you in advance of the event.

You ride forth to a meal that might be your last. Or it might be the first of many you're brought to by Pentoshi nobles. That's what you hate most about politics: the uncertainty. At a battleground, you KNOW the other guy's gonna try to kill you. He's not going to march up and start a damn drinking song, and offer you an ale.

Do you give any orders before you leave?

Examples:
>If I die, X becomes Head.
>If I die, burn down her house.
>It's just a dinner, no need to worry.
>Send Hefram and Rolan to go scout for camp locations. At least some work will be done today.
>Tell everyone to hunker down and try not to get in trouble, in case shit goes bad.
>Give the men some free-time, since you just got paid, and may be about to get paid again.

>>46802630
I don't know if that specific suggestion has ever come up before. That's pretty damn good thinking.

>>46802818
>Don't.
I have no orders

>>46802818
>>Don't.
>Send Hefram and Rolan to go scout for camp locations. At least some work will be done today.

>>46802818
>>Bring Waylar
>Send Hefram and Rolan to go scout for camp locations. At least some work will be done today.

>>46802818
>Don't.
We were just told that it's a private invitation and bring someone else of note would be a snub.

>If I die, kill the fuckers responsible and make an example. It'll be good advertising for our skills.
>Send Hefram and Rolan to go scout for camp locations. At least some work will be done today.

>>46802839
Considering they're the most likely threat we'd be hired to kill, I figured an experienced military commander would get ready for it.

>>46802839
In any case you can turn off notifications when you answer a question so your Twitter doesn't blow up and clog people feeds.

>>46803042
I'll back this, always good to have precedent of why not to fuck us about.

>>46802818
>Don't
>If I die, burn down her house.

>>46802818
>Don't.
>Send Hefram and Rolan to go scout for camp locations. At least some work will be done today.

>>46802818

>>46802887
>>46802931
>>46803014
>>46803042
You decide to not bring Waylar. Your unsure of who or what the Lyseni would consider 'of note', and want to stay on the side of caution.

You gather together the acting captains, and give your orders:

"Hefram, Rolan, I want you to start looking for a camp location right away. We haven't yet all decided if we're going to do it, but all three Heads like the idea, so better to lay some groundwork before the vote."

You turn to the rest. "Alright, this should just be a simple dinner with some nobles. But, should I die, burn the building down, find who killed me, and make it very, VERY clear that this sort of behavior will not be accepted, alright? If nothing else, I want to know my death will serve as a fun advertisement of this unit's combat capability."

The captains nod solemnly, and Waylar puts in: "That assumes they CAN kill you, Captain. I hold you're too dumb to die."

You nod and smile "Well, I'm a simple man, Waylar. All this afterlife and gods mumbo jumbo's too much for a simple soldiier. Better to stay alive and not worry about it."


And with that, you ride out to meet this mysterious Voresa Baerrinar.

(cont)

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>>46803305

Your first thought on seeing her townshouse is:
"I probably overreacted."

It's not some insanely opulent palace sitting inside the city. Sure, it's finely made, but the white clay walls, the red tile roofing, and the statuary in the garden don't scream "money and power in a secret cabal", they most just murmur "comfort".

You come to the doors, and the steward welcomes you in, and you finally meet this mysterious Voresa.

From what you know of Lys, it's clear that she's not pure-blooded. The girls of Lys are fair of hair, and her hair is a rich brown, framing a face that, while attractive, is not the soul-crushing beauty you expected. Her eyes are soft, almond-shaped, and her nose is a touch long for your taste. She could be the daughter of wealthy merchant, not some Lyseni prince. There's a touch of sorrow to her face as you enter the room, and you wonder what troubles her. You'd definitely be able to take care of it, you're certain. Her troubles can't be anything big enough to slow you down. And then she'd be ever so thankfu-

Hmm. That was an unexpected spiral of thought. You brush aside the twitch of romanticism, and look again at her. She stands up, smiling, and it's a genuine smile, like she's been waiting to see you all day. You're finally home and she-

By the Seven, it's like a witchcraft! She's...perfectly pretty. Just unremarkably attractive enough to be the perfect fantasy girl. It's a disarming beauty. Like how many men forget a warhorse can break their skull, admiring the lines of their flanks. Or a man can wrestle and play with a dog, forgetting its fangs tore out a boar's throat the week before.

Maybe you didn't overreact at all.

>>46803662
be back in a minute, got to take care of something.

>>46803662

"Captain Finn!" She proclaims, a joy in her voice, like you were some long-boasted-of knight to the household. "You received my invitation. I'm so happy to be able to dine with you!"

You find yourself bustled from the comfortable study she was seated in to a similarly warm and open dining room. She sits you down, and bustles around the table to the other side, to sit across from you. "You must tell me what you think of Pentos! You have been here, two months, yes? No doubt more than enough time for a such as yourself to get the feel of the land, yes? No, wait, it is "lay". "Lay of the land" She beams, having caught herself and corrected. "But you must tell us, how do you find Pentos?"

Her demeanor is...even more disarming. You're reminded of nothing more than an excited young girl, happy to show off all she's learned with her tutors, wanting to know every young knight's opinion and story, bursting with energy and questions.

You have never felt so...welcomed? Like you've wandered into a house where you're a beloved cousin. Only you aren't her cousin. You've never met. And you have to remind yourself that this woman hired a man who held Doma at knife-point.

>Response?

>>46803132
Thanks for the head's up, I turned it so it doesn't post to my Twitter feed.

>>46803971
Dissemble with this one, just remark about how different it is from what you're used too. Answer direct questions, be polite, and avoid getting anywhere near her, its always the clever young ones who want to try out their feminine wiles. Don't fuck an employer until you finish the job and get paid

>>46803971
It's nice enough, a bit different from the Vale for sure. But in a polite way however Doma taught us.

>>46803971
Finns got a cruuuuush

>>46803971
Respond politely but throw in a little humor, keep it safe for work and all that but always remember this is likely a disarming act.

>>46804344
Westerosi men falling in love with Essosi women never ends badly.

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>>46804103
>>46804032
>>46804424


"A beautiful city, Lady, though quite different from the Vale. For one thing, you can see the sun two months in a row! In the Vale, we'd have had three rainstorms by now, and one day purely of clouds. It's so warm here. Of course, it must be cold to you, hailing from Lys."

You're able to keep her talking about Pentos and Lys and the Essosi coast, without committing to anything more than simple geographical facts, until the dinner arrives.

The dinner opens with a salad of orange slices tossed with slices of the red-white pepper-root, and torn mint leaves, the whole ensemble in a thin coating of citrus juice and rose water. It's served alongside a cold, thin soup of carrot and orange juice. Almost a bowl of juice rather than a soup.

You're wrapping up the first course, when another gentleman enters the room. "Larazor!" Voresa cries out in a voice almost as cheerful as she greeted you. Though it turns to chiding in the next beat. "You're late! We began without you."

"Perfectly acceptable. One always pays the price for their choices, do they not?" The young man responds, his voice smooth and low. His fine features and dark hair create a sheltered appearance. Likely someone's second son, or third. It seems his effete hands ever trained with a blade, and his skin has rarely been burned by the sun. "Captain Finn, forgive my dear Voresa's rudeness, allow me to introduce myself. Larazor Fyllos, at your service."

>Response?

>>46804605
A Pleasure, keep it to the point at the moment all we have is his name and no idea what he is or what he does.

Maybe in the politest way possible ask if we are expecting more guests? Get proper introductions done so we might learn more, they know us but not us them.

enjoy a nice polite dinner giving the appearance of us been relaxed.

>>46804605
Introduce yourself in the proper local manner, continue the small talk until you get an opportunity to bring up the circumstances of your employment, try to find out what you're actually going to be hired to do

>>46804605
Keep up the polite chit-chat and try to keep the confusion to a minimum.

>>46804686
>>46804688

"A pleasure to meet you, Master Fyllos" you begin, inclining your head to him from your seat, a sign of respect between peers. Given the lack of given rank, you're not required to bow, as you don't know if he's more important than you or not.

"Forgive my lack of knowledge," you continue "I confess to not being a scholar of Valyrian, but I was informed that this was requested to be 'aysola', or 'heart to heart'. Is my understanding of the phrasing wrong, or is Larazor your husband or betrothed?"

"Your understanding is correct," Larazor accedes, bowing his head at your point. "And we must confess to shame. We asked that of you in fear. You must understand, your Lord Boardin has a fearful reputation. A killer of children, a crusher of bandits. And we hear you are his trusted man. And, of course, there is the matter of the messenger this morning..." He rolls his hand, encompassing the entire affair with a sort of languid caution. "Run through the stomach? This speaks to ferocity, to a man easily provoked. We were afraid if you came with many captains, that...well, by the end of the meal, we would be dining in YOUR townhouse."

Roll 3d6

>>46801114
PAGE YOU SON OF A BITCH, I NEED TO SLEEP BUT THANK YOU FOR RUNNING. I WILL READ AS SOON AS I CAN.

Rolled 3, 3, 4 = 10 (3d6)

>>46804995
Rolling.

Also they're aren't wrong exactly, but we do have a different viewpoint than most.

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

>>46804995
PANIC

Rolled 6, 6, 5 = 17 (3d6)

>>46804995
shady as fuck

>>46805040
noice

Rolled 6, 5, 2 = 13 (3d6)

>>46805040
You glorious bastard

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>>46805040
Welp almost perfect

>>46805016
Aw man, and I intentionally ran it at a time that was a little inconvenient for me in the hopes of it being earlier for people!
Good to hear you're excited, anon!

>>46805040
JAYSUS CHROIST


Okay, with THAT...

He says it too easily. You've known plenty of men who were afraid of you, or the people you were with. You marched with the Mountain, and the Grey Giant, by the Seven. You know how people talk to people they're afraid of.

This guy isn't afraid of you.

If he was, he would have hesitated at the door. She wouldn't have claimed he was late.

This, you think to yourself, is INTRIGUE. You sigh internally.

Response?
>Declare you won't be lied to, and storm out
>Call Them out on it directly
>Calmly note the flaws in his points, and proceed
>Play along so you can hopefully divine their hidden intentions while they think you're fooled.

>>46805187
>>Play along so you can hopefully divine their hidden intentions while they think you're fooled.
But halfway through point out the obvious misplays they have done.

>>46805187
>>Play along so you can hopefully divine their hidden intentions while they think you

>>46805187
>>Play along so you can hopefully divine their hidden intentions while they think you're fooled.

At least keep a few wits up our sleeve.

>>46805187
>>Play along so you can hopefully divine their hidden intentions while they think you're fooled.

Oh hey it is Page! Thanks for running all these years. Sadly cannot participate in this thread, but I will read it in archives

>>46805187
>>Play along so you can hopefully divine their hidden intentions while they think you're fooled.

>Doing the math, we're currently in either 285 or 286 AC,
I told you fuckers.

Oh good to see you back Page. Cheers.

>>46805420
oh hi Padre, good to see you.

>>46805307
>>46805278
>>46805247
>>46805243

You nod your head. IF there's one thing you know about intrigue, it's that it's like cards: Never let them know you're winning.

"I see your point, Larazor. My lord himself has had to face these challenges in the past. I assure you, I'm nowhere near the fighter a man like him is." You chuckle. "No, I'm but a simple man in a confusing position. Your poor messenger was a testament to that. As I said, so many things are different here than the Vale."

Larazor nods, and seats himself as the next course is served. A meat pie, filled with ground almond paste and shredded pigeon meat, as well as peppers and herbs. The inside of the pie is spicy and warm, but the pie is topped by snow-sugar and cinnamon. It's the best pigeon you've ever had.

As the plates are cleared away, Larazor leans in. "You will forgive my impertinence, Captain Finn, but I must know: Did you stab the messenger because he said something foolish, or because you were offended by the suggestion you would sell out your contract?"

You wave your hand, dismissing the issue much as he summarized it earlier. "As I said, I misunderstood the protocols. He was aggressive toward my men, so I stabbed him. I barely heard his argument at all."

Voresa chimes in. "I'm ashamed I judged him so poorly, Captain. Had I known him a brute like that, I wouldn't have hired him to inquire."

Larazor leans in a fraction closer "But you say you barely heard him? So you're ignorant of the question?"

You shrug. "I know he made some sort of question to whether or not we could be bought off the contract."

"Well, can you?"

>Yes (lie) Roll 3d6 to continue charade.
>No.

Rolled 5, 5, 5 = 15 (3d6)

>>46805637
>>Yes (lie) Roll 3d6 to continue charade.

>>46805637
>>No.

>>46805333
Thanks for your kind words!

>>46805420
>I told you fuckers
Was that up for debate? Like I explicitly stated that we started 2 years after Robert's Rebellion in the first threads, which would put us at the earliest in 285. Though, now that I write that, maybe we're actually in 287, 288, given how many months have passed.

But nice to see you, Father. When I get a break, I plan to catch up on your quest. I'm in the mid 20s at the moment.

>>46805684
>>46805637
I'll support this. See how long we can keep it up.

Rolled 4, 1, 5 = 10 (3d6)

>>46805637
>Yes (lie) Roll 3d6 to continue charade.
What if it's a trick? What if they want me to say no?
This is to complicated give me someone to stab.

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

>>46805637
Lets try again

>>46805637
>Yes (lie) Roll 3d6 to continue charade.
On phone so no dice

Didn't expect you to run today.

>>46805718
>Was that up for debate?
Yeah I was trying to figure out your timeline in relation to my own, the "2 years after Robert's Rebellion" was the point of discussion. Depending upon your view it was either at the end of 283AC when the bulk of the war, and William's part in it, was over or in 284AC when the Siege of Dragonstone occurred and the war was put to an end entirely.

I had assumed you started somewhere at the beginning of 285AC, I made a reference to it in passing by and thus the discussion. I had meant to ask when you popped up again. As a point, I figured you were somewhere in later 287AC or early 288AC as of the last thread, but I couldn't say for certain without counting the months.

I did make a reference to Bilesworth in my last thread, oh what a name that was.

>But nice to see you, Father. When I get a break, I plan to catch up on your quest. I'm in the mid 20s at the moment.

Likewise, and don't feel obligated. Know you're a busy man.

Anyway, back to Anon. Again, good to see you running again.

>>46805684
>>46805730
>>46805748
>>46805783
>>46805792

"Can we be bought? Sure. Of course, the price is quite steep. We're not only talking about selling our pride, but that of our Lord across the water. He would be displeased to learn we cut his honor short."

The two look at each other, and back to you. Larazor chimes in.

"That is a relief to hear, Captain Finn. Because I need to buy you off of Orissa Eranoris' contract."

You nod your head. "I guessed as much. A messenger mere hours after the agreement? A dinner mere hours after the messenger? This must be important to you."

Larazor nods his head. "Quite important to me. How much would it be to buy-"

You've held up your hand to stop his question.

"Let's finish the meal, and then talk. For one thing, the code of our company is that all the Captains gather to approve contracts. We'll discuss the specific of your need, and then I'll present it to the Captains."

The next course is a dessert. No doubt they had wanted to wrap the meal up quickly, nervous as they seem to be. You wonder what drives them so rashly. And what would tie two nobles with, so far, no explained reason to associate, to BOTH be this anxious.

Still, the dessert is fantastic, if a touch rich for your tastes. A tart of white cacao cream, with rose and orange flower water in the cream, on a crust of toasted greennuts, topped with a thick pomegranate whip, the edges of the whip browned in a hot oven.

As you crunch the last bits of toasted greennuts, the servants bring out mint tea for the three of you, and you get the story presented to you.

Larazor is the third son of a Magister who specializes in the spice trade. Specifically, the goldthread trade, a rare and valuable spice that only grows in a couple valleys.

Apparently, Orissa's father was a rival of his father's and with his passing, Larazor is in a position to strike quickly and swing a great boon for his father: he seeks to abduct Orissa, and convince her to marry him.

(cont)

>>46805637
>>46805684
Let's lie.

>>46806340

With this move, he'd ally the houses, eliminating a family rival, and raise his position from the neglected third son to a prime mover and shaker in the household, and potentially taking over her father's spot on the Council of Magisters.

He earnestly explains that he doesn't intend to torture her, simply to hold her and woo her in captivity, and he's certain that, given time, she'll see how he'd make an adequate husband.

You'll give him this. At least the plan wasn't murder. But you "explain" to him that you'll need to gather the Captains, and the cost would be at least 10,000 dragons. He balks momentarily at the cost, but nods when you point out how much she was willing to pay.

You inform him that you'll bring it up to the Captains, and you should have an answer for him within the next few days.

He rises, and bows deeply. "You honor me with your consideration." He bows to Voresa. "If you'll excuse me, I have much to prepare."

She watches him leave, smiling, and then turns to you.

"Well, that was an exciting dinner, wasn't it? I especially liked the part where you lied to him."

>Response?

>>46806598
Well I'm glad to see one of you has brains. I'm not that good of a liar.

>>46806598
To be fair, he lied first.

>>46806598
well word play is not my strong point but I may get a little practice yet. So Miss Brains of the Operation where do we go from here?

>>46806598
We are strangers in a strange land. So since we're being all blunt and such, what is your purpose in this charade?

>>46806598
As it stands, it might not have actually been a lie yet. We'll what the smarter half has to say. That said, I'd be genuinely surprised if he wholeheartedly believed it.

>>46806598
"Oh I thought that was my polite duty as guest to emulate the host. Apologies if I misunderstood."

>>46806706
>>46806655
>>46806635
>>46806754


"I'm glad to see one of you was paying attention. I'm really not that great a liar."

"Oh, that's EASY." She replies, "You're not too bad at it at all. The trick is that most people don't put as much effort into SPOTTING lies as telling them."

"I see that. After all, he lied first."

She claps her hands and giggles.

"Oh, you're so much more FUN than all these Pentoshi. They'd spend so long trying to outwit a sheep the poor thing would starve before they got its wool. You Westerosi are wonderfully blunt. And here I was worried you were going to be one of those stuck up knights who whines about his honor all day."

"We are strangers in a strange land. Now then, My Lady Wit, since we're being blunt with each other, what's your purpose in this charade? Where do we go from here?"

"Purpose?" She seems actually confused by the question. "My father is a merchant who deals in reagents and components, working with the Academy of Alchemical Arts. I've spent too much of my life trapped in boring meetings, and meeting boring men my father wanted me to marry to advance his standing. I'm not here for a purpose. I'm here for adventure."

You gesture around the room. "And this is adventure?"

"A brash mercenary captain meets a young man, desperate for glory, to discuss the kidnapping of a young girl. If the Captain refuses, maybe we see the first female Magister in time. If he agrees, how many more back-room plots will he have to have at his newest friend's dining table? I win either way."

>"Does your definition of adventure mean you're going to tell him?" (serious)
>"You play one hell of a joke, lady." (amused)
>" These are people's lives you're playing with." (Chiding)
> "Well, as long as I get food and gold, keep casting me in your adventures." (Acceptance)

>>46807074
>"You play one hell of a joke, lady." (amused)
>"Does your definition of adventure mean you're going to tell him?" (serious)
Mix of these

>>46807074
>"You play one hell of a joke, lady."

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>>46807074
I'll agree with that.

>>46807074
>"You play one hell of a joke, lady." (amused)
But make it very clear we are taking her seriously, nothing would piss her off more than been treated like a child. Let her know she may indeed have an interesting adventure yet.

>>46807074
Huh, I think I like her. I really hope she doesn't screw us over in search of thrills though, will be sad to kill her.

>"You play one hell of a joke, lady." (amused)

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"You play one hell of a joke, Lady."
There's a beat of silence, and then you start laughing, and she joins in. For a few moments, you're struck again by the sense of being included, as if sitting here with her laughing was the natural order of things. It's a slightly unsettling sensation, and you calm down shortly after.

"Now tell me, does you definition of adventure mean you're going to tell him that I lied?"

She smirks.

"I hadn't decided. But I don't think I will. I doubt he'd have taken being called out as well as you have."

"Well, that's good. I like to break my own hearts, thank you."

She smiles again. "That reminds me of another reason I reached out to you. Follow me."

She leads you through her townhouse, up to her bedroom.

"Um, when I said I like to break hearts-" you begin.

"Oh hush. No, through here." She opens a door on the bedroom wall, and leads you to a secluded balcony looking out over the city.

She hops up on the rail, and looks out.

"Like you said, we're strangers in a strange land. And this land is strange. But it's beautiful. And it's something we can only experience on our own."

She turns to you and smiles.

"I hope you're strong enough to go out there, Captain Finn, and break some real big hearts. Otherwise, I'm gonna have to watch this city break yours. And that doesn't feel like it will be as fun."

END OF THREAD 3

As ever, I'll be tooling around for the next little while, working on the next thread (which should be a more respectable 7 hours or so) and tuning up the pastebins for Iron and Hate. Any questions, comments, or general gab, just let me know.

>>46807485
Also, despite knowing this is a risky idea, if you just can't get enough of my writing, and wonder what it would be like NOT filtered through the world of Game of Thrones, I started a website back in January. It's one of the things that delayed my return, along with community shows, a house-sitting engagement, as well as a series of medical incidents (My great-grandmother passed away, and my grandmother had a series of mini-strokes shortly afterwards.)

But check out kitchen-catastrophe.com if you want your mental image of Page forever tainted by the sordid reality.

>>46807485
Nice run Page, good to see you again. Hopefully the next run is soonish.

>>46807485
Thanks for running Page, and welcome back.
This lady is strange.

Thread is archived.

>>46807563
I'm currently planning for something in the coming week. I'll say more on Twitter once next week's schedule is more established.

>>46807572
Thanks! She was meant to be of mildly questionable morality.

Sorry I wasn't able to participate, but great to see you back!

>>46807648
Questionable morality or not, I like her.