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[Mid Month IV, 285AC]

“Here is where we plan to put the hall Ser. See the markins’? We’ll have the laborers dig a cellar, build the foundations, and then go from there. Hopin’ winter don’t sneak up on us, but I figure we’ll be done five, maybe six years? It’s an undertakin’ to be certain Ser.”

“And the wall?”

The foreman sniffles a bit and looks out at the circle the laborers were marking off, the others looking at the crumbling remains of a previous wall that connected to the Blackbridge Tower, “Gotta figure upwards of three years Ser. The banks gon be the ‘ardest, not enough of that black stone around to provide proper foundations like the tower and bridge has. Seven wonders where that stuff came from in the first place, ain’t never seen stone like dat.”

You had, in Oldtown once so many years ago, but you kept your tongue held.

“Sorry Ser, got a lot of building with the bridge, your tower, new seat and the wall. Gon be spread us mighty thin for a minute. The prison laborers only good for so much and I hears the Night’s Watch gonna be takin’ their pick of ‘em soon enough.”

“Aye foreman, that they will be,” you respond, stoic and unflinching, eyes pressed into the Princewood just beyond your small domain. The immediate area about the tower and the banks were yours but not much further, it hadn’t bothered you particularly. Another extension of the city, and less to govern, you weren’t much for it outside of Castellan duties. The thought gives rise to remembrance that Lady Obella had called for your presence later today, you had in mind what it pertained to, likely that of the Crown’s response to Brynden. You were unsure of what to make of it as of yet, it was not a plea for aid, rather that of one of intervention, yet you could see that it made Lady Obella feel weak, ineffectual to be relying upon a Hand she did not trust. She believed so much in Brynden’s own strength, in truth you did as well, but not to her point, to the point that deference seemed more than humble plea. You supposed that is why you were here now, acting as her arm and shield, to maintain some strength in Steadhold and beyond. In some regards she was yet still a child you thought privately, she had the strength and resolve of a woman, but her inadequacies are what made her falter and fray.

Thoughts are banished when Ser Jaromir Chelsted comes up from behind and you dismiss the foreman, his portly waddle back to his task amusing Clay, your newly made squire behind you. A short look stifles his laughter and you turn to regard the young Knight with a nod.

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“Ser Mason,” Jaromir begins, you can see his eyes skirt about, restless youth still about him, a newly made Knight, excited by his position as Captain of the those men sent by Ser Dontos to fortify Steadhold. He was yet unbloodied you had learned while he rode at rings with the few Knights still about Steadhold, his cousin and second Ser Winston Bywater had informed you of such, but it did not stop his fire. Small wonder Dontos had sent him here, he reminded you both far too much of a younger Brynden.

“Ser Jaromir, news?”

“Some Ser, Master Saul Cromwell, the uh... “

“Interim Master-of-Law,” you finish turning away to the forest once more. “It would do you well to learn those names Ser Jaromir, like as he might be given place here in Steadhold come a year’s turn…” you draw off, a gleam had caught your attention that of dulled plate, put just enough to catch in the morning sun.

“Ser, why is that man running from the forest?” Clay asks by your side, pointing to where Red Jon has dashing from the Princewood, waving his arms frantically and screaming something unintelligible. He and Grey Jon had been left as the rear scouts by Mors and the Loyal Bows, to alert Steadhold should enemies come down the western Goldroad, you felt a twisting knot in your stomach at the sight of him, ragged and rundown. Blood on his leathers. He was being chased.

“Maxwell! Cyril! To arms!” you yell, reacting without a moment’s hesitation, “Clay, run as fast as you can to the bridge, tell the guards we have incoming enemies. Go, GO!”

The boy looks to you with sudden fear and dashes off in an instant. Ser Jaromir has drawn his sword, as have the other two Knights that had come with him Ser Gormon Galton and Ser Rolland of the God’s Eye as you had come to know them. Your hand goes to your morningstar, unlatching the shield upon your back and bringing it up. The First Regiment has formed up, albeit poorly about you, the Yewmen having taken up position about the Tower and upon it Cyril of Ciderhall holding his ragtag group of refugees and green boys in line with a clinched fist.

Red Jon is just in shouting distance when you see them emerge, a cadre of men in full and half plate, flying colors totally unknown to you. An arrow streaks out from the woods, catching Jon in the shoulder and he nearly tumbles, the horsemen are catching up to him, and you brace for the worst. The lead slashes at his back, cutting the man down as he barrels towards your position. The cavalry splits, encircling you and Ser Jaromir, unafraid of the spears grounded behind you of the First Regiment.

Shit is serious niggers. Malroy is back and I read the archives

HERE WE GOOOOO

>>1203167
>flying colors totally unknown to you

My god. They're using colors yet unknown to man!

>>1203167
They got jon
The bastards...

“Drop your weapons knaves,” a hauntingly familiar voice echoes behind a great helm, “Lest you end up like this man.” He pulls a head from the satchel on his side, tossing it at your feet, that of Grey Jon, you worried for the rest of the Loyal Bows, if they and the Second Regiment had been ambushed in the Princewood by these robber Knights. The horsemen stop, pointing lance and sword to add further threat to the demand.

You raise your hands, allow your shield to fall to the ground in a resounding thud, and encourage Ser Jaromir and his Knights to do the same, the former with absolute fury in his eyes relents after a stern look, you ask “Who are you?”

He pulls the helm from his head with practiced ease and you look upon the man you knew as Fairbanks, of the Prince’s Resistance. Or the former Resistance. They had been dissolved before Brynden left for Highgarden, seeing no reason to maintain a fighting force of undisciplined guerrillas, women and children about Steadhold. Fairbanks had raged you learned, taking those that would follow him back to the Princewood. Never even giving Brynden or yourself a chance to talk to the man. Where had he found such armour you wondered, how did he come into these men?

“You look surprised Ser Mason.”

“I had thought you gone, back to the simple life of a common man Fairbanks.”

“Not with the rage in my stomach and grief in my heart yet unresolved,” he spits, “Your Lord tosses me and my people aside as refuse, we gained no great command, nor respectable place by his side. We are as forgotten under him as the Red Bastard.”

“So you come to Steadhold with arms? Robber and beggar Knights aiding your cause of what? Armed insurrection? Do you know he is not even here?”

“I KNOW OF HIS WHEREABOUTS!” he yells, shaking his sword, the fresh blood raining upon the ground beneath him, “I do not come for him,” his voice shakes, “I come for his blood, his kin. I will do upon them what he did upon my ancestors, slaughter them to a man. Force the last of their hands upon mine own. My family will rule these lands as they were supposed to, as the King promised me I would.”

Your face screws up, he spoke in riddles and lunacy, of history unknown to you, “Fairbanks you make no sense. Speak plainly.”


“That is not my name,” he steels his voice, “I am Ser Rory Rollingford of the Fairbanks. The rightful last son of House Rollingford, and the man that will take back these lands from those barbarians. The King had it right, slaughter the dragons and their kin. Send their ilk back across the Narrow Sea into exile where they belong. These lands were suppose to be MINE. I WOULD HAVE BEEN GIVEN PLACE! And now they lie in the hands of some Reachman, a bastard at that.”

Is this a real life...

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You could feel Jaromir getting anxious his sword at his feet, there was a fight, and he was ready for it. Surely by now the guard had been alerted in Steadhold. Jonos, Rafe, and Danse would be march their men down the moment they assembled, you need but keep him stalled, “Then why aid us? Why lend the Resistance to House Malroy?”

“To use you,” he cackles, “We were not enough on our own. And the Valyrian is reckless he should have died in there. Then they would rally to me, my cause as their true Lord returned from exile at the Forgotten Hall. Seven it has been so long her name is forgotten to time, House Rollingford deserved better.”

The colors were old you noted, a coat of arms you had never seen before, perhaps only read of once, though what drew your attention were the rings of gold upon Fairbanks’ arms. Eight if your quick count was right, eight years of service to the Golden Company. This man may not be who he says he is, though it is hardly unlikely he believes it. His eyes flicker upwards, the calls and horns of Steadhold coming to arms alerting him, his horse stamps impatiently at the ground, a poorly trained thing. Your Rosemond was still in Steadhold’s stables, you rued the thought that had dissuaded you from riding today. There was perhaps a score of them you figured, not enough to threaten alone, but with plate and horse enough to cause damage to your greener troops. Not to mention not a one wore a bow, the arrow that had taken Red Jon’s shoulder came from the forest, Seven only knew what lie beyond there, an ambush, the guerrillas that had followed Fairbanks most like, and whatever other rabble he could piece together. His men all wore enough to keep their eyes from giving away their true thoughts, but their horse’s seemed nervous, a sudden attack might catch the untrained things off-guard and you could overwhelm them, though the worry for what lie in the Princewood still weighed upon your mind. Fairbanks seemed unhinged though, his mind lost to whatever madness had consumed it in this need to restore his “family’s name”, if you kept him talking perhaps inciting him further he would either flee at the first sign of Steadhold’s guard or be incited into attacking.

>Keeping Fairbanks stalled, inciting whatever madness this was until reinforcements arrived, the mystery of what lie in the forest was too much a risk
>Attack suddenly, hoping to break the poorly trained cavalry with your men-at-arms, and keep whatever was in the forest at bay with your archers upon their high ground

>Ser Mason Flowers Character Sheet
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/16Gd5UGyI-uo0-8TAKQJCrDJOLcVXPcuwfZqwPdrsWTY/edit?usp=sharing

Sorry about that weird pause, internet shat out on me randomly. Also super annoyed by the formatting in the OP, what is the code for underlining? [ul]? Anyway, WE BACK FOR MORE MASON ADVENTURES.

>>1203197
>>Keeping Fairbanks stalled, inciting whatever madness this was until reinforcements arrived,

Seems good

>>1203197
>>Keeping Fairbanks stalled, inciting whatever madness this was until reinforcements arrived, the mystery of what lie in the forest was too much a risk

The man has gone mad

>>1203197
>>Attack suddenly, hoping to break the poorly trained cavalry with your men-at-arms, and keep whatever was in the forest at bay with your archers upon their high ground

You're not dead dad! Amazing

>>1203197
>Keeping Fairbanks stalled, inciting whatever madness this was until reinforcements arrived, the mystery of what lie in the forest was too much a risk

>>1203197
>>Keeping Fairbanks stalled, inciting whatever madness this was until reinforcements arrived, the mystery of what lie in the forest was too much a risk

>>1203197
"Your a pathetic man. Disgusting to all faults, you kill your freinds for a garbage claim to some blip on a map such as this, I will teach you failure. Here and now. En gaurd."

Provoke him into a duel, if not make this into an all out slugging match

No more despicable peices of shit in our lands.

>>1203197
Dad finally cane back from the gas station to buy cigarettes

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Huh then Ser Rory must be blazoned with grey, white and blue.
http://awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/House_Rollingford
I wonder what their sigil is meant to illustrate. 6 waterfalls? Like a rolling ford?

>>1203197
>>Keeping Fairbanks stalled, inciting whatever madness this was until reinforcements arrived, the mystery of what lie in the forest was too much a risk
I love you dad!

>>1203197
>Keeping Fairbanks stalled, inciting whatever madness this was until reinforcements arrived, the mystery of what lie in the forest was too much a risk

>>1203197
>Keeping Fairbanks stalled, inciting whatever madness this was until reinforcements arrived, the mystery of what lie in the forest was too much a risk

He seems to love the sound of his voice too much, bait him into reveling his resources. Call his plans dreams and madness a few men will not win him a lordship.

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For those not in the know, in this canon House Rollingford is extinct because of House Malroy. Ser Aeson and his sons put them down and took their lands during Aegon's Conquest. Rory being with the Golden Company might mean he's lying about his heritage, but who can really say, any man can take any name in the sellsword companies.

Anyway, looks like we're going to stall and incite more madness and anger in Fairbanks.

>Please roll 3d6 for Persuasion (Incite)

Oh and it looks like we have a few ways to go about this:
>Incite Fairbanks into a duel, a la >>1203224
>Just keep him talking a la, >>1203244

>>1203244
>>1203224
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADmX9eMEV9U

>Is this it priest? The pope's new army? A few crusty bitches and a handful of rag tags.

Dad. Do you think we could move Cecillia to Black Tower Bridge and give her a job as maid for Mason. Dorian could then later in life squire for Mason.

That way we can have them close enough for them not to worry and help out when needed but far away for it to be decent.

>>1203252
>Just keep him talking a la

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

>>1203252
>Just keep him talking

Rolled 3, 3, 3 = 9 (3d6)

>>1203252

>>1203252
>>Incite Fairbanks into a duel, a la

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

>>1203252

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

>>1203273
shit

>>1203252
>Just keep him talking a

>>1203267
>Just keep him talking.

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

>>1203252
>Incite Fairbanks into a duel, a la >>1203224 (You) #
Because its obviously a smart idea

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>>1203267
>>1203273
>>1203276

Success, one degree.

There was far too much risk, you knew it to be true, whatever that forest held could slaughter your troops, break their morale before they even had a chance to be bloodied, this was not the time for such risk. Perhaps Brynden would have made it, but not you. No, you needed more time, enough for the Steadhold Captains to arrive or at least make a show of force, there was little doubt in your mind Lady Obella was ready to burst at the moment, a skirmish upon her very doorstep, Seven protect those from her wroth. This Fairbanks spoke better than the man you had known, his vocabulary broader more easily spoken, he loved the sound of his own voice, keep it that way.

“These dreams are foolish Fairbanks,” you call allow your arms to drop, a lance is thrust in your general direction by one of his robber Knights though you ignore it, “Mere talk, that of a man who believes in his own word more than that of reality. You have nothing, you are nothing.”

His face screws up, eyes again thrust upon you, his sword reaches out towards you, his hand far less trembled than that of his voice, “You know of nothing Ser Mason Flowers!” he slurs your name and title, intending insult, “I have the people! A Resistance not yet unbroken as your Lord thought it had been! They wait in the wings, arrows notched and at the ready to fall you and everyone here. We are many.”

“You are lying,” you respond, knowing that he was not entirely, the woods must have held at least a few score of bowmen, you would need to cut it back some you think, or at least request that Brynden allow you to, it was too much of a blind spot on the western banks.

Fairbanks’ eyes light up with rage once more, focused upon you fully, he was more of a fool than you thought if such ineffectual looks was his form of intimidation, you had stared down the wildfire green of a drunken valyrian Lord with a sword in his hand and a woman on the other, no mere feat amongst the Sons, this man was nothing. His voice nearly catches in his throat, “I AM NOT YOU BASTARD!”

“Then prove it, Fairbanks,” you respond leaning forward. The lance is further thrust in your direction, Fairbanks’ own sword wavering mere inches from your face. Brynden was the sellsword you thought, the sellsword playing at Lord they called him, a fact he so adamantly fought. But few remember you too were once a sellsword, a man of the Second Sons, a sharp edge or pointed tip was a far cry from the horrors across the Narrow Sea.

Fairbanks removes his sword, his horse again restless clomping about and pace back in forth as its rider fiddled for his horn. Three short calls brings the forest to life, men clothed in light leathers and foliage, hidden away in trees and bramble, bows drawn upon your position.

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The First Regiment shudders as they bring shields up, Captain Maxwell attempting to bring them to order. Few score was like as right you consider, wishing for your own shield to once again be in your hand.

“Oh nothing to say now Ser Mason Flowers?” he chortles, gaining control of his rouncey once more, “We are many, I do not lie.”

You scoff, “Men and women in stolen armaments, those same I gave them nary a month ago. They were weak and ineffectual then, what makes you think so few are capable of winning you a Lordship now?”

“History!” he snaps, eyes again upon you, “Those who do not learn it are doomed to repeat it. Those Lords you call your own have no true claim to these lands, they forced my ancestors hand into marriage, just as I will force his daughter’s hand into mine own. We will take this castle by the will of the people! By those disenfranchised and lost souls miring in the ‘tent city’ your Lord has so ‘graciously’ given them!”

You could almost laugh, no man has ever been so wracked with madness you think, “With what motivation, gold? Upon thinly veiled promises?”

“Real! REAL GOLD! REAL PROMISES! Right at this very moment we have a Westerlands Lordling ready for rans-” his voice cuts off, eyes turning upwards, his men have become nervous as the horns of House Malroy call, two columns of men are marching on the Blackbridge, a vanguard of Danse’s riders at the forefront. Fairbanks looks around frantically, “Take them! Take them now! And retreat!”

“They intend us hostages Ser Mason!” Ser Jaromir Chelsted yells, batting off a lance and diving into a roll for his sword, “Gormon! Rolland! To arms!”

You had turned your head just too long, the gleam of a wild swing catches your eye on your fairer side just soon enough to duck and press yourself upon the ground. A horse rears up, threatening to come down upon you but a roll lands you upon your shield and protection from a thrusted lance into the ground. Not as fast as you once were, those years in Essos had done little for your quickness. You push off the ground as quickly as possible, gripping your morningstar and screaming, “ATTACK!”

Arrows fly from the Blackbridge Tower into the forest, suppressing those there, they begin to take shots back, a volley attempting to push your First Regiment back but they themselves were too exposed, Danse’s men barrel past you, digging into the men there with a ruthless charge. Some had taken the order of retreat as a fighting retreat, disappearing into the woods and trees taking potshots at the heavily armed cavalry as they could. Another wild sword appears in your vision thrusted off by your shield, you had lost Fairbanks in the sudden confusion. But another Knight, wearing a threadbare surcoat of purple an orange tiger roaring at you, attacks again with wild swing after wild swing, each bouncing off your shield.

>Please roll 6d6+1 for Fighting.

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

>>1203482

Rolled 1, 4, 4, 2, 5, 6 + 1 = 23 (6d6 + 1)

>>1203482

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

>>1203482
>Bene

>>1203501
>>1203506
>>1203514
20,22,21

Ser Mason Flowers does not fuck around.

>>1203519
Ser Mason Blackflower.

>>1203482
>we have a Westerlands Lordling ready for rans

This should be something to look into, rescue the hostage, deny him the funds and earn some favor in the Westerlands. See if we hear anything about a Lord in the Westerlands with a recently missing son or nephew.

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>>1203519
Let's quash these outlaws, and kill their leader: The last of a ragged house long bereft of lordship.

I just want to complain that Brynden did not sleep with that busty redhead.

She was a busty redhead!!!!

Obella better damn appreciate our sacrifice.

I CAUGHT IT LIVE! Welcome back Father

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>Success, three degrees.

The Knight is readying for a charge you feel, your feet ground themselves, shield raised as he rounds and presses down on you, the sword was chipped and dull, like about as sharp as a butter knife anymore. Nowhere near the quality of the morningstar that sat in your hand, a gift from the new Mastersmith, she had been fond of you since her arrival you recall and she had given you the new weapon a few days after Lady Obella had made offical your Landing. It had not seen blood yet, but of surely it would now. His blow again barely cracks your guard, his reckless charge doing little for his attack, but everything for your own. Your side-armed swing crunches into the horse’s legs, buckling them immediately. You shatter what armour might have once been, letting loose a spray of blood and bone from the poor creature. The rider’s own voice can barely be heard over the horse’s thrashing and screaming, though the former is quickly snuffled out when he lands upon the ground, thrown from his horse, in a heap of tattered surcoat, metal and man.

Ser Jaromir yells, his sword thrusting into a man that Ser Gormon had pulled down from his horse, Ser Rolland however is upon the ground, a pool of blood beginning to form around his head. The Malroy First Regiment and the Steadhold’s Household Guard begin to cross into the field, supplementing your own line and enveloping the cavalrymen, for a split second you hear Fairbanks yell again, the noise of retreat upon the air. Your bowmen make for poor shots, doing little as the rest of the robber Knights scamper off back into the forest. Captains Maxwell and Rafe as well as a few men stand over the miraculously still alive lump of beggar knight you had dismounted, swords and spears thrust in his face and him into submission.

You pause for a moment, remembering Brynden, how he would seethe with rage, order his men together immediately for a chase. Danse and his men had rounded, looking to you, the other Captains as well. They had assumed the same, expecting to go to war with hardly a thought otherwise.

“Captain Maxwell,” you say with even tone.

“Yes Ser?”

“Clean up here. Have the bodies disposed of, if they yet live bring them to the castle for holding. I want patrols scheduled upon the Goldroad for the next 48 hours. Get in contact with Captain Mors, we need to know their status. Take this heap of dishonor to the castle immediately and tell Yondril I sent him for processing.”

The field is quiet, waiting for further order, “The rest are dismissed, your Captains will see to your patrols. We ready to march upon the Princewood with the Lady of Steadhold’s order,” you say, tone taking a deep forbearance to any further action without cause or order. Your Captains nod off, as do those of House Malroy, a gesture in turn repeated just before you walk off for the Blackbridge, bloodied morningstar upon your side.

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“THEY DARE!”

Her voice is hardly parsed, her anger so entirely evident, yet uncontained yet packed away to be made useful for another day. Brynden had gotten better at it, but the flames of passion still rose quickly in the young Lady of Steadhold.

“They meant to take captives my lady,” Ser Jaromir remarks, squinting away from where Acolyte Ashby was tending to a bruise upon his brow, “The whole thing going belly up I doubt was their intention-” his voice falters to a stark look from those eyes of purple, a trait of the Daynes you regarded as beauty personified amongst the sandy dornish lady.

“They attacked my people, with words of slander and open rebellion for a cause lost for three, THREE centuries! And what of this King supposedly promising them lands!? Did the Usurper intend to land these bastards across our river? The absolute nerve!”

You often did not see her like this, so incited and filled with wroth, Brynden’s calm demeanour in the face of his Lady wife usually soothed her anger, her pride into at least some degree of submission. But here, it was open, she worried for child and home. Of her husband abroad. Emotion fell from her like a waterfall, you could not blame her for the outburst.

She sits in her chair, the beautiful mahogany curved with the sun and spear of Dorne, and scorpions of House Qorgyle, her head falls into her hands and she calls for her daughter, the little Lorelei to be placed into her arms by the Lady Amarei Fowler. Eliowny regards the child with the slightest hint of jealousy you feel, of the openness of it all, though a soft smile and pat upon her hand soothes the thought, you just needed the right time to announce such things. The infant child coos at her mother, who attempts to hold down tears as she looks to you.

“You need to rout them Ser Mason. Take Captain Rafe, Danse, and the Sons of Gold. Kill them to a man.”

“My lady I would not be so hasty,” Ashby says, trying not too hard to flinch away from her looks, “Steadhold is not without its need for protection. The bandits camped upon our borders are far too much for our current forces to handle, and they prepare the castle’s defenses. We would be sitting ducks without them here.”

“I have to agree with the Acolyte my Lady,” Jonos speaks up wrinkling his face with a frown, “Not to mention the people in the tent city are all riled up now. Talks of insurgencies and true Lords. All matter of things has them on the border, we can’t afford an all out invasion with the problems at home. If you’ll excuse my boldness.”

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“They killed Ser Rolland!” Jaromir almost yells, “We cannot let this go by unpunished! They need be dealt with, swiftly!”

“We do not even know where they are Ser Jaromir,” Ashby responds, “It could be months until we find their base of operations.”

“Months we do not have. Yet, we have one of theirs, if he knows the place Yondril will pull it from him,” you say before turning to regarding Lady Obella fully, “A rebel insurgency is the last of the things we need my Lady. Not with what lies on the borders and within our own walls.”

Lorelei bubbles in her mother’s arms, her anger washed away as she leans back into her chair, only to be replaced with the face of dread and fear, “Then what do I do Ser Mason?” she pleads of you.

What do about the Princewood Insurrection?
>Suggest running a smear campaign with her spy network, discouraging the smallfolk from rallying to their cause and scarring of those who have. Waiting until Brynden returns home to deal with them fully
>Request to lead your own men and attack them. Leaving Steadhold’s primary defenders at home but dealing with them as quickly as possible. Your men might take a thrashing but this cannot wait.
>Something else?

>>1203197
>what is the code for underlining?
I don't know why does this not work? [u]Good Morning[/u]

>>1203692
>>Request to lead your own men and attack them. Leaving Steadhold’s primary defenders at home but dealing with them as quickly as possible. Your men might take a thrashing but this cannot wait.
Fuck those guys

I thought we fixed the peasant problem a while ago, didn't that give us a few more months before it will lead to this?

>>1203692
>Suggest running a smear campaign with her spy network, discouraging the smallfolk from rallying to their cause and scarring of those who have. Waiting until Brynden returns home to deal with them fully

>>1203692
>>Suggest running a smear campaign with her spy network, discouraging the smallfolk from rallying to their cause and scarring of those who have. Waiting until Brynden returns home to deal with them fully

We sway public opinion towards us, we may get new recruits and other benefits. Acting rashly here isn't a good idea.

>>1203692
>>Suggest running a smear campaign with her spy network, discouraging the smallfolk from rallying to their cause and scarring of those who have. Waiting until Brynden returns home to deal with them fully

>>1203704
Fairbanks is his own problem. On the whole the smallfolk are content but the current situation is strenuous. Anything can disturb the balance and they are scared shitless of bandit armies and their Lord being away. It's the reason Fairbanks took the chance right now. He just didn't expect this much opposition. Had you not taken care of the problem it would actually be a lot, lot worse with the tent city peasants attacking your rear while the men came down to aid Mason outside the Blackbridge Tower.

>>1203692
>Suggest running a smear campaign with her spy network, discouraging the smallfolk from rallying to their cause and scarring of those who have. Waiting until Brynden returns home to deal with them fully

Play it smart, only an idiot fights a war on two fronts.

>>1203728
>Offer to challenge Fairbanks to Single Combat.
And while we wait for a reply from the cowardly rouge.
>>Suggest running a smear campaign with her spy network, discouraging the smallfolk from rallying to their cause and scarring of those who have. Waiting until Brynden returns home to deal with them fully

We wouldn't want to be decimating our smallfolk. So soon after we were given smallfolk. Remove this instigator and the rest will fall in line. Though I am worried at where the loyalty of the rest of his men will fall. The Tiger Knight's heraldry seems to suggest Essosi influence, another Golden Company man? Ser Mason should put some thought to insuring these men have a new leader to follow once he has killed The Last Rollingford

Kind of surprised the vote went that way. But it does seem like the more Mason thing to do, the only time he has ever acted rashly was when during the Invasion of the Princewood and he insisted that Brynden sneak into the bandit camp to save those people.

So yeah, probably the correct Mason response. Very much doubt Brynden would have done the same thing.

So... Writing.

We should really get a unit of scouts. Would be insanely helpful

>>1203766
To be fair, Brynden would happily take a band of horse and woodsmen and hound this fucker out just like we did in the begining with the slaver knight's band. Then the prince wood would be dripping with blood and body parts.

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>>1203766
Mason isn't Brynden and he doesn't have pic related

“We play to your strengths my Lady.”

“Such as?” her eyes had fallen upon Lorelei again, regarding her more fully than yourself.

“The smallfolk are endeared to you my Lady, your Ladies are well loved about the city and castle. They will play to your hand if you play it correctly. Have your people begin a smear campaign against the insurgents, dissuade the smallfolk from making cause with them, scare of those he’s conscripted to his fool’s war already. Win the people to our side and none will think to support him and his borderline banditry. Some of his former people are still with us I remember. A handful went into the First Regiment, use them to our advantage.”

She looks at you, a twinkle in her eye and that sly smile upon her lips spreading, a thing often directed at Brynden you noted. She just needed the encouragement to be the Lady you knew she could be, she held confidence, it could hardly be said otherwise, but it needed that push upon occasion. Brynden was certainly the most adept at it, when she was about her ladies it magnified even more so.

“Do you think my Lord husband would suggest as much?”

“Not as much in the same manner my Lady, but with his absence... It is the best use of our current resources my Lady,” you add, “My men are not yet strong enough to deal with them in direct confrontation. And I would be a fool to ask the aid of your own. Even with your men added in Ser Jaromir,” remarking the last to the wound up young knight sitting with crossed arms and a dislike for the current route.

She nods, understanding your meaning, you both knew the man Brynden was, “It is a suggestion I take under good council Ser Mason. Opinions of the rest?”

“Agreed my lady,” Ashby and Jonos respond in turn with Elionwy nodding her own response.

“It is settled then,” Lady Obella says the firmness in her voice coming back, “We will set bounties for information, maintain patrols to sate the people’s need for protection, and we will run his name into the ground. The smallfolk do not care for claims of old, they care for those who do them justice and right now. We will use that.”

“Aye my Lady,” you say, sighing with a slight lean. In turn the others are dismissed, your soon to be wife the last of them to leave alongside Lady Amarei with the little one. Lady Obella sits herself up properly regarding you with the respect a Knight of a far greater House would be deserving.

“You are a good man Ser Mason. My husband is lucky to have you at his side. I… Am sorry for outbursts, I simply worry so much for this House and my children.”

“It is you Brynden is lucky to have my lady,” you respond, “No finer a wife could he have found to have such pride and love for everything he has left.”

She smiles and stands, “Come, will you escort me to the greenhouse gardens? Master Cromwell has been expecting us with news from King’s Landing and I hardly expect it to be good. I will need you about to keep my composure.”

With an offered arm you escort the dornish beauty to the greenhouse gardens, it was a humid day, made no better than the myrish glass that now surrounded the formerly open gardens. Brynden never would have cared one way or another for the fate of this forgotten patch, lucky it had been his wife who so loved the flora of her homeland. Master Cromwell sits with a book and hardly a bead of sweat upon his brow amongst a grove of saplings, orange trees you were told once by Elionwy, he stands to greet you both, easily dwarfing himself before asking you both to sit.

“It is good to finally meet you in person Lady Obella Qorgyle. The Crown and Hand send their best regards.”

She scoffs, an expected response by this point.

Saul ruffles himself up, much in the same way Benjin does before pulling a long thin scroll from his breast pocket and unrolling it, “As it is my Lady. The Crown has sent a response, with myself. The Hand of the King, Lord Jon Arryn did everything under his power to deal with this as tactfully as possible. No less than three times he need need dissuade the King from riding out and smashing these ‘bandits’ to bloody pieces. We had both agreed it best for this to be dealt with by House Malroy as best as possible with minimal Crown intervention outside of official sanctioning and forces to supplement your own. That is the good news my Lady.”

“And there is bad Master Cromwell?”

“The bad, as it might be taken,” he pauses to clear his throat, “The Crown has decreed that Ser Jaime Lannister with his experience fighting the Kingswood Brotherhood is the most suited to lead the forces the Crown will be sending to aid in their dispersal. He will be the general of a force of 500 men, two of which will continue on to Blacksaithe, with Ser Jaime using Steadhold as his base of operations, Ser Quentin Banefort will be leading the mounted men and Lord Corbin Chyttering that of the footed. Steadhold will be expected to play host to them throughout the campaign, as loyal subjects of the Crown. This was the… Queen’s suggestion. I do not doubt you have gathered.”

Even through your plate you could tell Lady Obella’s hands had clenched. If it had been any quieter the gritting of her teeth would have echoed throughout the greenhouse. Saul looks between the two of you, knowing the news hadn’t particularly gone on lightly. A dornish woman will close ties to the Princes of Dorne playing host the Ser Jaime Lannister himself, without her husband about to mitigate the potential damage, Seven be good you prayed internally.

“The Crown of course expects a response within the next three days my Lady. They will come to Steadhold thereafter, organize with your army and then Ser Jaime will make an attempt to disperse the bandits peacefully as was hoped by your Lord husband. If nothing else, we expect to gather intel regarding their leaders and intentions, and plan for all out war if need be necessary. The Crown is hopefully you will accept.”

Obella turns to you, a look of unknowing. She worried, so very much.

Accept the Crown’s offer of aid?
>Yay
>Neigh

>Any questions for Master Saul Cromwell while he's here?

>>1203926
>Yay

While its a shitty house guest, having royal troops garrisoned in our home means any attack upon it while they are present is a very prolonged version of suicide for the attacker.

We will just have to mitigate potential problems, like having jamie's room billited near to or next to the sept "To keep his family company".

We can use the fact that this is a millitary force and not a diplomatic one to keep them at figurative arms reach. No doubt the queen has a plot to fuck with us, but getting wiped off the map is a more pressing concern.

>>1203926
>Yay

Ofc it was fucking cersei's idea, one day in this quest I hope we can put her head on a pike

>>1203926

Will Ser Jaime Lannister carry the King's or the Kingsguard banner? That is to say is he acting as the queens brother or a member of the Kingsguard?

>>1203956
Hes upholding the kings peace. He'll carry the kings banner. Not even cerci can be that blatant while roberts alive.

>>1203926
>Yay

Obella must never be alone with Jaime. To combat any slander or rumors that will no doubt be made,

>>1203961
Oh certainly. Every single conversation and visitation needs witnesses and to be official. No walking around the castle un escorted for jamie.

Pitty the poor fuck who gets assigned as his hanger on.

>>1203959

I should have added "either the King's or the Kingsguard banner" to my question. I am mostly in favor 500 is not that much men and if he is acting as a Kingsguard it makes things easier. The only thing that is bothersome is that he means to command our forces.

>>1203944
>Hell Yay

I'm glad Lady Obella trusts us enough to defer to our judgement. Feel good squire.jpg

>>1203956
>Will Ser Jaime Lannister carry the King's or the Kingsguard banner? That is to say is he acting as the queens brother or a member of the Kingsguard?

"Strictly speaking he will be acting as a member of the Kingsguard, as a diplomatic force of the Crown and upholding the King's Peace. During his stay I will be accompanying and providing all necessary legal resources necessary. No doubt nepotism was involved with whom was picked. Ser Quentin is the heir of House Banefort, Lord Chyttering has a long standing good relationship with the Baratheons but I do have cause to believe Ser Jaime does take his vows seriously. He will be the shining model of Knighthood during his stay," Saul coughs and turns to the side, "Though both Lord Arryn and myself had desired Ser Barristan Selmy personally."

>>1203857
And yes. We should really get some scouts. Would be much easier to find the enemy so we can smash them.

Reminds me of Brynden's talk with the Tyrell during the hunt. He had problem finding his prey but once he got it in sight it was dead.

>>1203926
>>Yay
We need the men. Mason will have to make sure no political bombs explode

>>1203982
Yes this is Jamie before he's lost his hand and became Lord Commander. He may be brazen and bloodthirsty. Or he may put your men in the most dangerous positions, in the vanguard or at the frontlines.

>>1203944
>Queen's guard not given room in the castle
Nigga that's an insult right there

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>This was the… Queen’s suggestion. I do not doubt you have gathered.

>just send the Kingslayer to the house of ex-loyalists who got betrayed by the Lannister's host.
>What's that? Those same guys are STILL around? Well sure, send them too.

Jon "My hands are tied" Arryn, Hand of the King.

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>>1203988
>He will be the shining model of Knighthood
>Though both Lord Arryn and myself had desired Ser Barristan Selmy personally

>>1204025
The only other option is to say no and get our wife and daughter raped and murdered by the large amounts of angry men all around us

>Barristan Selmy
That would have been too good and easy.

>Obella will try to claw out Jaimes eyes the first time she sees that fuckface with his smug smirk

WE should probably have most of the main Lannister forces stationed outside of the castle.

>>1204071
Such a bro tier night, shame we're stuck with the golden sister fucker.

>>1204083
That's a huge insult to the crown anon. That's the whole point the Queen did this, to make us insult the crown so she can punish us for it. We need to try and treat them good

>>1204112
I meant the regular soldiers. Just state that we dont have the facilities to hold them all.

>>1204120
That's a lie tho, a lie any one can see once they enter our castle. You want to disrespect the troops the crown gave to us by saying "No stay out with the small folk, I don't like you"

You nod slightly, indicating your own on the matter, the men would be elites, veterans. Led by a renowned member of the Kingsguard, yes the political landscape of the situation was as best described as rocky and filled with pitfalls but it was good purpose. Even Brynden might agree with such.

Obells folds her hands over your arm, and smiles, Saul seemingly melting at the gaze, “We will gladly accept Master Cromwell. I, and my Lord Husband, only wish to maintain the King’s Peace, we will do all that is necessary in maintaining such. Ser Jaime Lannister honors us with his presence and personal undertaking of such an important issue as raised by my Lord husband and uncle in law.”

Saul sighs, wiping away the beads of sweat that had begun to form from his nervousness, “This is good to hear my Lady. I am certain the Hand, King, and Queen will all be most pleased to receive such a response.”

The rest of your conversation is of little matters, mostly involving Saul’s stint as the Master-of-Laws being soon over, and how Brynden had spoken to him of coming to Steadhold in the near future. He had considered the offer, his home of Cromwell, just south of Rosby, was a bit of a sore spot for the elder man, that and he had a particular fondness for the Violet Plains that could be seen from Steadhold’s tower. He begged leave not soon before dinner, leaving you to escort Lady Obella to Lorelei’s chambers.

“You know I’m going to have one of my Ladies sleep with him right?”

“I would not expect any less my Lady.”

“Not that Ser Quentin though,” she says with a shudder before whispering, “I hear he likes to wear that filthy old hood during sex. Baneforts have the oddest desires.”

You cannot help but to smile, leading her to the door just outside of Lorelei’s nursey. She leans on the doorway a moment, taking a serious look with you, “Many of the men that work the Household Guard, the Bows, the Cavalry, they all survived the Sack of Steadhold,” she sighs, crossing her arms, “They will be discontented by another Lannister host occupying our home.”

“They are a host of the Crown, flying the banner of the Kingsguard in hope of peaceful resolution.”

“And I’ve no doubt they’ve heard that before Ser Mason,” she retorts.

“A fair point my Lady.”

“All I am saying Ser Mason is that I trust in you to keep the peace here in Steadhold. The men look to you for guidance and leadership. I expect you to handle this, as I’m sure my husband would. And I know I do not misplace my faith.”

“I shall my Lady,” you respond, feeling a sudden burden upon your shoulders.

She smiles and places a hand upon your fairer cheek, “Lady Elionwy is lucky to have you Mason. Do not forget that in all that you do.”

“I shan’t my lady.”

---

“He talking yet Yon?” Ser Victor Haigh asks from atop a barrel eating an apple with a knife.

Yondril shakes his head, “Not as much Ser. A name is all, Ser Bradson, did Brynden mayhaps..?”

“No Yondril, he did not,” you preempt, “Knife is all the way in Highgarden. Didn’t think we’d need to be gathering information while he was away.”

Yondril snaps his long bony fingers, and scratches at his chin in silent thought.

“Always do it the old fashioned way,” Victor offers, “A good shakedown never hurt nobody. Hells I can’t even name half the shit Yondril does over there.”

“For you are not a student of the art Ser.”

“The art of what?”

“The human form.”

Victor sits up straight, mid-bite and shakes his head before turning to you again, “Look, we need to figure out what’s going on. Captain Maxwell already gone and strung the rest of them up as a warning out by the wood’s edge, the rest of the men are on edge with the Jons dead, hell haven’t even found Grey’s body yet. This sonuva bitch is the best lead we got. Fairbanks talkin’ about a ransomed Westerlander might be a good place to start. Can’t fight ‘em much but killing their income is always a good idea.”

You look to Yondril who merely shrugs, “It is a barbaric practice Ser. But I cannot disagree with Ser Victor. A tree needs its roots to stand.”

What to do with Ser Bradson?
>String him up with the rest, don’t bother with him otherwise
>Get your information about this Westerlands Lordling, then string him up
>Get your information about this Westerlands Lordling, then throw him in the dungeon to rot until Brynden returns

>>1204174
>>Get your information about this Westerlands Lordling, then throw him in the dungeon to rot until Brynden returns

>>1204133
That could be debated at court, if the King sends men to deal with an uprising he'd better have his men pack shits in case whereever they go cannot handle the added pressure.
Sure they can ask for shelter but the lord has the right to say, "sorry guys, too much of you and not enough room for ya'll."

If you want to play Cercei's game you'd allow the fuckers in then send the bill for everything they eat/drink/shit/piss/break/fuck at premium price. It would explain why the crown got that huge debt in the end.

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>>1204083
To what end? Making sure the Crown doesn't stab us in the back Or as defense? We probably don't want 500 soldiers not under our command hanging around anywhere in our lands for too long. Just accommodate them graciously for a few days and then deal with the bandits quickly and bid the Lannisters fairwell from our land.

Also a question. Is House Malroy and hopefully by extension Mason and the Blackflowers still loyal dragon men? When push comes to shove, will we be in support of a return of Targaryens to the Throne? OR would we be in support of Blackfyres coming in?

>>1204174
>Get your information about this Westerlands Lordling, then string him up

>>1204174
>Get your information about this Westerlands Lordling, then throw him in the dungeon to rot until Brynden returns

>>1204174
>>Get your information about this Westerlands Lordling, then throw him in the dungeon to rot until Brynden returns

>>1204174
>Get your information about this Westerlands Lordling, then string him up

>>1204174
>>Get your information about this Westerlands Lordling, then string him up

>>1204174
>Get your information about this Westerlands Lordling, then throw him in the dungeon to rot until Brynden returns

Another worker another recruit for the night watch

>>1204174
>>Get your information about this Westerlands Lordling

String up means hang? I would be gentle in this situation. This Ser Bradson is the one with the Tiger on his shield correct? I would question him but not be too cruel in jailing him, a normal cell. We may gain the Ser Rory's men's loyalty yet.

>>1204228
If it had been a bandit or an enemy sure. This was a revolt, treason. The punishment for that is death.

>>1204174
>>Get your information about this Westerlands Lordling, then throw him in the dungeon to rot until Brynden returns

Best not to kill any westerlings before Jaime gets her, it could be seen as an insult.

Secondly the longer we can host Jainism and his army in stead hold the light ne'er we can hold off the iniveitable shitstorm that the red barstard and his allies are trying to bring down on our heads, so while it may vex our house and our people the longer we host him means the more time we have to prepare for the oncoming storm

>>1204353
>>1204353
Its a tricky situation.
Lets just hope Jamie is in the serious mood for sorting this shit out and going home rather than fucking about on queens orders.

>>1204364
No contest to what you may think that's EXACTLY what we need him to do, his very presence keeps the kings peace and stops our enemies for trying to fuck our shit up in all but the most covert forms

Remember that after brynden left all manner of hell was unleashed on Steadhold and help was little in the way of coming

We need him to stay as long as possible despite all the vexing and frustrations he brings

>>1204364
>thinking pre cripple Jamie isn't going to be doing the Queen's will
This is going to suck

>>1204403
Probably already mad we took him away from Cersei's cunt.

>>1204403
Queen is going to be limited, and jamie will also have a threshold.

We are likely to get backhanded insults up the wazzoo though.

>>1204398
Dammit I need to read the archive. I don't even know where Lord Brynden has gone off to.

>>1204430
Brynden is in a tourney in the lands of high garden. Currently prepping to go into a 7v7 duel vs a bunch of shit bags who are trying to nick his land by claiming some kind of insult causus beli. Hence the mention of forces on the borders. The rebels are opportunistic idiots who have little trust for the current nobility because redfuck fucked them with slavery.

>>1204430
He's talking mad shit against Langward at Highgarden.

>>1204430
Highgarden ostensibly for a tournament, but in truth to take a case against one of the red bastards allies, though to be honest a suspect a trap

>>1204470
Doubtful, the red bastard alliance is fractured and falling apart. This smacks more of opportunism. If Bryden fails, that is the end of the house of Malroy.

If he succeeds, then the forces arrayed against us will be cut by a significant margin. Maybe after more millitary build up to a degree that will let us fight at an advantage.

Only thing we know for sure is redfuck would be on the back foot.

>>1204504
Which would be ideal, considering we just stole our sister right from under the bastard.

The salt in that keep will be enough to preserve the meals for an army.

>>1204470
>>1204453
>>1204451
Ahh most enlightening... Are the Langwards any weaker with forces in the Reach like we are with our Lord gone? Any way for a feint attack them where they live while we're both relatively weak?

>>1204514
No, attacking another lord right now openly is suicide.

King Rob is just itching for a fight, and will come down like a ton of rectangular building things upon the head of the purportrator.

The entire point of the trial is to kill the current head of the landward family and implicate them as the wrong doers, tying them up from being able to retalliate or aid their allies.

One day my friends, one day we will mount the queen's head on a pike

>>1204514
Nigger we surrounded already.

“See if we can’t find Harkon,” you say suddenly.

“Oh Seven be good Mason, that’s something I’d expect out of Brynden not you. Harkon was a pit slave.”

“And remember the thrashing Brynden took the first time he tried to recruit him?”

“Still not sure how he drinks so much after all the abuse his livers took,” Victor says with a shudder, “Guess I’ll go about it then. Get the rest of the Sons’ too. Could be good for a laugh at least.”

---

Harkon bellows in his corner of the makeshift ring the Sons had set up deep in Steadhold’s cellars. You and Brynden weren’t suppose to know about this. The latter because he would want to join in, the former because you would have put a stop to it immediately. But sellswords do as sellswords do, if the Knights and men-at-arms could have their yard then the sellswords under Brynden’s employ could have their underground fighting ring. You sit upon a barrel with Victor beside you hooting and hollering as Harkon bounces Ser Bradson off the wall and then stomachs him with an uppercut. Reddyar and Vyror are absolutely beside themselves with laughter as the Knight falls by the wayside hacking up whatever might have remained of his stomach.

“I swear he gets hairier every time I see him without a shirt,” you remark.

“Lucky he hasn’t taken his boots off yet,” Victor responds, “Seven Hells those things are from the deepest pits of whatever awaits us after this life.”

Harkon pulls Bradson up in a full nelson, the Ibbense man was a full head shorter than the Knight, yet had somehow managed to leverage himself into pushing Bradson in front of you, he grunts in his ear and turns the tables over to you.

“Do you know my name?”

“Flowers,” he strains out, “Some bastard Knight from the south.”

The room is filled with laughter and you look about, silencing them with a sterner look.

“I am Ser Mason Flowers, Knight of the Blackbridge Tower. And former Captain of the Sons of Gold you see about you. Little history lesson about the Sons. Sellswords, former slaves, freeriders, westerosi, essosi, and everything between. Got a lot of culture between these men. And with that, comes a lot of ways to know how to fight.”

Ser Bradson looks about, already having dealt with Gharok and Illan Baerilio.

“Looks to me like you have either one of two options Ser Bradson. Either, you tell us what we want to know. About that Westerlands lordling you and Fairbanks got, where their camp is, etc. Or, I let the boys have another round in the ring with ya. So how abouts it?”

For his part the hedge Knight looked defeated, no doubt suffering from multiple broken bones, a healthy concussion, bruises and scratches to boot. He looks at you and falls to his knees not half a moment later, “I only know where the Drox boy is. That’s all I know Ser, I swear it, please have mercy. Mercy.”

---

“I didn’t even get my turn,” Victor complains, “Hell only about half of us did.”

“Got what we needed Victor,” you respond, walking towards the war room where Benjin had kept his maps of the Crownlands, the most recent one of the Princewood is what you needed. Ser Bradson had insisted that Ser Donvor Drox was held up just off the Goldroad by a couple of Knights and some smallfolk levy that Fairbanks had put together. They had ambushed them on their way to King’s Landing almost as soon as they had left Castle Drox and traveled into Princewood territory. Unsurprisingly they were the smallest grouping they had encountered the rest of the Westerlands Lords and Knights have much larger trains traveling with them. Ser Donver was the third-born son of Lord Dresden Drox, and had been sent on summons by the Crown. He was to be amongst the cavalry serving Ser Quentin Banefort, quite an honor. Now Lord Dresden had agreed to ransom his son back but the drop wasn’t for another few days at a small pier on the Blackwater Rush known, aptly, as the Fairbanks, given it was one of the slowest parts of the Blackwater. A small town was there, hardly a hamlet, and Lord Dresden would be sending his eldest son with the ransom, four hundred gold dragons. Enough to get his peasant levies something a touch more respectable than butcher knives, pitchforks, and scythes.

“We could take the town by storm,” Victor offers, “Ain’t many gonna stop us.”

“Might incite the people against us though,” you respond, “If we do this at all, it’ll need to be with tact. Can’t risk the people getting too much wind of this.”

“So… You’re pulling a Brynden?”

“Seven be good, don’t make his name an action.”

“Look we all do it,” Victor says in his defense, “Only one sonuva bitch crazy enough to take on a bandit encampment with what five hundred men, at the ass crack of dawn with twenty men. That’s pulling a Brynden. It’s a perfectly viable strategic maneuver.”

You fix him with a flat look and he relents, “Regardless…”

“Could always take some of your boys down there, maybe link up with Mors. Feign it as a patrol, and case the place. Return at night with the Sons and pull the kid out of the shitheap he got himself into. No issue, not a word. I mean if you want to be boring about it.”

You roll your eyes and look about the map, guessing upon Mors’ reports he would be close to the tiny town, so casing the place with his better scouts would be about the best you’d get. And the Sons were restless, well always restless, particularly Victor as of late.

Go about the rescue mission of Ser Donvor Drox?
>Yay
>Neigh

Good with Victor’s plan? Or want to change something?

>>1204566
>Yay

>>1204566
>>Yay
If his plan was to make it look like a patrol sure.

>>1204566
>>Yay

>>1204566
>Yay

Buys us good will with another lord, and we know these rebels are ill equiped, as such we should have good odds even with few men.

>>1204566

When will Jamie be getting here? Because if soon enough... he might be itching for a fight if one is offered to him, and if he's in the van his sullied reputation would lead to him getting appropriated any blame from the whole 'attack the people' angle.

>>1204566
>Yay

But if there is scouting do it unseen I say. Otherwise that'll just put them on edge. Going hard and fast at night and taking them unawares is for the best.

>>1204639
Theres a difference.
These guys class as bandits at best. Jamie is here for the rebel armies on our borders. I doubt he is going to consent to ransaking a village on our behalf.

>>1204695
No ostensibly here to clear out the princewood and whatever bandits remain there

Also to be a pain in our ass for as long as we have him, the holding off our enemies is an added bonus

>>1204711

Attacking bandits is attacking bandits, and bandits move about. Who's to say the bandits here aren't the bandits there on different days? And getting the arrived Jamie+Royal forces bloodied alongside us is vastly better to us going out and fighting and getting mauled whilst they make home in our fort, at full strength, and start getting bored and raucous.

>>1204742
You're conflating redward bandits with forces wearing house colours on our borders constructing war machines preparing for an unofficial and illegal war

Alright give me a minute to get something to eat then we'll resume.

>>1204766

Yes, and deliberately so. The trick is getting Jamie Lannister to conflate them as well.

>>1204792
Kind of easy to do, if the fuckers dont declare who the hell they are.

So when are we going to get back to this trail by 7? I've been waiting for a year

>>1204897
QM's warming up to it. Hes getting his head in the game before he returns to our normal saturday night schedule.

>>1204566
Hmmm I wonder how Lord Dresden will thank us once we safely return his son. It wouldn't hurt to be on friendly terms with another noble house.

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>>1205002
If we take the position of House Drox based on this map, getting to King's Landing would have been faster by using a ship and sailing around or roughly the same using the Riveroad(comfier at least).

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>>1205002

>>1205002
>>1205044
In short, he didn't fork the big bucks and his son had to hoof it thus getting jacked.

So what's the small folk situation. We still gotta revolt brewing? You know no houses or food

>>1204566
>>1205044
>They had ambushed them on their way to King’s Landing almost as soon as they had left Castle Drox and traveled into Princewood territory.

Seemingly in ASORAF canon House Drox's castle sits near to the edge of the princewood and the border of the Westerlands to the Crownlands.

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>>1205096
Weeelll it's kinda funny 'cause you've got to cross the Reach if you travel on the Goldroad.

>>1205135

Yeah a swath forest of doesn't necessarily follow borderlines so the Princewood could start anywhere. But then again there's this >>1203478 map. It would make sense that The Reach lost lands while the Crownlands and the Westerlands gain lands after Robert's Rebellion. Maybe that's what happened in the House Malroy Quest canon

[A few days later]

“Name of the leader of the town is Timon,” Mors recalls, “Not much one for talking. Happy to give the boys some supplies and sends us on the way. Caught the Jons in their little tavern once, couple of farmer’s daughters taken a liking to ‘em. May the Old Gods rest their souls.”

“Seven be willing,” Captain Jon of the Second Regiment adds, “What we looking for Ser?”

“Anything out of the ordinary. Bordered up shacks, sketchy individuals, just act like it’s your typical patrol. Keep people on your good side, Ser Victor and I will do most of the work.”


“As you say Ser,” Jon snaps off before sending his cadre of infantrymen in to gather supplies as they often did while passing through. Fairbanks was a town of little repute within the Princewood, woodsmen and farmers mostly, only the pier and tavern were of particular note anymore. According to a few of the townsfolk they were hit particularly bad by Royce’s recruiting and some bandit raids a few months out. And while they’re still leery of being under Malroy rule again, it’s better than fearing for their lives on the regular with the Red Bastard.

Entering the tavern with Victor you’re given a few strange glances by the smallfolk assembled there, the floor was hardened dirt, a hearth on the far side provided some semblance of light and warmth throughout. Victor heads off to gather whatever alcoholic beverage they served here and you take a corner seat looking about the room, though nothing of note seems to jump out at you. A cup of something not particularly close to mead lands in front of you and Victor takes a seat next to you.

“Looks like a bust to me Mas,” he says, wiping off a handful of duck grease onto the tabard that the Second Regiment had the two of you, colors of House Malroy shown proudly upon their front.

“What sort of riverside tavern has a cellar,” you remark, “Notice the storm door on the back?”

“Not the best ground to be building a cellar on I’d say,” Victor remarks, attempting to wash down his duck with the piss water mead.

“Aye, that it isn’t, likely isn’t too big, maybe just big enough for a few casks, built with stone, keeps it dark and quiet.”

“And out of mind. Might be worth the look.”

“Might be worth setting up shop for awhile longer, wait it out, see if we get any odd vistors.”

“Might be worth it if they had respectable brew.”

You fix him with a level gaze.

“You know what I mean.”

>Please roll 3d6 for Awareness (Notice).

Sorry for that delay. Got a tad distracted by the fairer sex after dinner.

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

>>1205188
Rolling

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

>>1205188

Rolled 4, 6, 2 = 12 (3d6)

>>1205188
Damnit Giselle is fucking things up irl now too!?

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

>>1205188
roll

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

>>1205188
>Sorry for that delay. Got a tad distracted by the fairer sex after dinner.

Good for you my man.

>>1205198
>>1205210
>>1205211
Every damn time Sleepy.

>>1205135
I've always thought this map in particular was wildly inaccurate. But then again the area are the Westerlands/Crownlands/Stormlands/Reach borders has always been messy and confusing in canon. Personally, I go by the Crusaders King's mod where Castle Drox is only a little bit off of the Crownlands borders.

Mind, I've never particularly well kept to map canon. It's hard as hell to do. Langward is in like five different places according to what map or game mods you consult. So... Yeah, in this canon, they're pretty close to the Crownlands.

>>1205247
Hahahahaha love you too dad.

>DC 6: Success, one degree.
>DC 9: Success, one degree.
>DC 12: Success, one degree.

For the first hour you don’t notice much more than the taste of the mead growing on you, well Victor at least. By about the hour mark he’s pulled a pretty little barmaid into his lap and has her red faced and giggling with every other word whispered into her ear. Small wonder Brynden and him got along so famously.

“What about those two love?” he asks loud enough for you to hear.

“Farmers milord. Not an evil bone between the two of ‘em I swear it.”

Something about a bone is all you catch as he buries his hand in her skirts and you continue on surveying the tavern. Hardly even a poor look from the other patrons you think. More as like if any of them are in on it they know better than to scowl at Malroy men across a tavern. Every other response was a short backstory, farmer or woodsmen and which of the two sisters they had slept with.

“An’ him, eh?”

“Oh no one knows him too much milord,” she says, “Said he was a soldier for some war we never heards of. Tried to take my sister out back, she refused ‘im, she did and he just got drunk and disappeared down by the pier. We assumed he was trader of some sort.”

“Touch too war-torn looking to be a mere trader,” you observe to Victor, his hands idly playing with the squirming lady in his lap.

“Could be the muscle.”

“Certainly isn’t dressed for the part though. Rough tunic, deerskin breeches.”

“Hunter?”

“Aye the more likely response. One arm is longer than the other, tries to hide it by the way he sits.”

“Curtis tries to do the same damn thing,” Victor muses, “Longbowman. Fought a way with who I wonder.”

“For whom.”

Another hour passes and the young lady in Victor’s lap has taken to attempting to pull him to a room in the back, one he eventually relents to, being halfway in the bag already. You remain, idly drinking your mead watching the hunter chat with the keep. He eyes Victor briefly as he passes by, before returning to his cups. Victor passes you a gaze just before he disappears from view, enough to indicate you should approach.

“Buy you drink friend?” you ask, saddling up next to him and flashing two at the keep.

“‘Ave a tab.”

“Friendly relief upon your purse then, aye?”

“‘Pose so.”

A moment of silence passes, “Heard Lord Malroy landed himself a Knight?”

He takes half a moment to respond, “Ain’t heard bout dat meself.”

“Word is the man been looking for archers. You look the sort, hunter? Might feed your family a touch better under a Lord’s pay, aye?”

He turns his head, cracking his jaw, “Ain’t no hunter.”

You feign backing off, “Aye no worries friend,” you clap his shoulder, giving it a firm grip, “Enjoy the drink eh? Best of keep.”

He had been wearing maille under the looser clothing, you could feel it through your grip. Likely the same you had given the Prince’s Resistance prior to the Invasion of the Princewood. Hadn’t a clue what the man’s name was, a lot of the guerrillas had been unknowns to the bulk of the standing army during the brief war. You take your seat in the corner again and await Victor who enters the tavern buckling his pants and hawking you down a moment later.

“Hell of a tumble that girl. Seven wonders farmer’s daughters I swear it.”

“Our boy is wearing maille.”

“Oh aye. Girl says her sister slept with a few others who been wearing it under their clothes of late. They don’t know where they come from. Bit of a mystery of late. That and her favorite place to tumble the cellars, yeah they been off limits to her the past week. So either she’s been stealin’ or…”

“Keeper is on it.”

“Aye.”

“How many you figure?”

“Honest? Ain’t like more than five or seven. I’m guessing two Hedge Knights, rest are guerillas. Keep themselves sparse. Real trouble is how many of the smallfolk been won over to their side.”

“Seems like the best lead we got, Get the Sons mobilized, I’ll leave with the Malroy men and rendezvous with you at the hour of the wolf.”

“Heard.”

---

Old dark leathers and your trusty old mace, a smaller buckler on your arm that hardly prohibited you from firing a bow. Piss of a shot you were compared to Brynden, Solhas, Victor… Victus. Seven you were bad with a bow. Well not any worse than Lucas. The Sons have fanned out behind you, taking the Princewood by night and stealing into Fairbanks on quiet step. You pause, holding up a fist that spreads throughout the rest of the fifteen odd men with you tonight.

You could see in the trees a single forward scout, lazily twanging his bowstring, he had been caught unawares. Wearing the same clothes the Prince’s Resistance use to, though the Malroy patch had been discarded. The Tanner boys are behind you, and the elder kneels in the dirt to line up a shot by your order.

>Please roll 4d6+1 for the Sons of Gold Marksmanship
>Please roll 2d6+3 for the Sons of Gold Stealth.

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

>>1205520
First set!

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

>>1205520
Part 1: Marksmanship

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

>>1205520

>>1205520
Part 2: This is a sneaking mission.

Rolled 5, 1 + 3 = 9 (2d6 + 3)

>>1205545
Part deux!

Rolled 3, 2 + 3 = 8 (2d6 + 3)

>>1205520
rolling Stealth

Rolled 2, 2, 2, 4 + 1 = 11 (4d6 + 1)

>>1205520
>rank 3+1bonus dice in marksmanship
>bad
Well of course if you go against people build for the sutff, Mason

Rolled 1, 4 + 3 = 8 (2d6 + 3)

>>1205520

Rolled 1, 6, 2, 3 + 1 = 13 (4d6 + 1)

>>1205520
>Wearing the same clothes the Prince’s Resistance use to, though the Malroy patch had been discarded

Faithless peasant. Die

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

>>1205567

>>1205545
>>1205558
>>1205564
19,18,17
Tanner boys on point tonight.

>>1205570
>>1205571
>>1205582
9,8,8

Solid snek.

If you were curious about what the three successes were for. First was casing just about everyone then picking up on the longbowmen's arm. Second was Mason recognizing he was wearing maille. The last was noticing the forward scout. I was preparing for things to go tits up immediately when he noticed you so... Sneaky mission it is.

>>1205584
dodged a bullet there.

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

>>1205583
Uh so many ones. Rolling for Stealth

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>>1205613

>>1205627
Kek my fault for even bringing it to attention

>Marksmanship: Success, two degrees.
>Stealth: Success, one degree.

Tomas’ arrow dashes the forward scout’s throat, pinning him neatly in place in the up reaches of the trees. You flash a thumbs up and the boy smiles proudly. No doubt he’d been practicing with Brynden whenever he could, after winning that archery contest in Steadhold Brynden had taken a liking to practicing with the Tanner brothers, both having provided ample competition. You wondered for a moment how he did in the contest in Highgarden, assuming your elder brother would write of it no doubt. You smile and press forward, eyes watching the trees, and ears listening for those around you.

“Mas, Reddyar says he see’s a handful of torches by the tavern, guesses they might have been spooked by Malroy men abouts and are moving the Drox boy,” Victor says in your ear after finding you behind a small dirt hovel.

“Numbers seem right then. Get our men positioned. We’ll take point.”

“See, it is pulling Brynden.”

“We never speak of this in front of him.”

“Heard.”

Sneaking about the village you find yourself just outside of the gaze of maybe a baker’s dozen worth of men. Two in splint, the others in similar maille. The barkeeper was about them as well, accepting a purse you had to imagine of silvers. A hooded man is brought up from the storm doors, his hands in chains.

“Looks like we have our mark,” Victor says.

“Ready?”

Victor smiles his easy smile and stands up fully, “Eh lads, any of youze know where the pisser might be?” he stumbles over into view, the two Knights pull their swords, and half a dozen bows are aimed at him. Victor stands at attention lazily raising his hands, “Woah… Calm it down boys. I just need to take a leak, down by the river then? Whoze that den? Into some weird things there lads.”

“Watch your bloody tongue,” one of the Knight’s says approaching with his sword raised, “Piss off. This ain’t for your eyes you damn drunk.”

Victor rolls his head, the curly locks that drape over his head rolling into his eyes lazily, “Nah I think it is mate,” and with that he cracks his skull off the Knight’s nose and draws his sword.

Yourself, Reddyar, Vyror and Alester all burst out from the shadows descending upon the men with quickness and ease. A few well timed arrows knock into the men on the outskirts, nailing them to the ground with efficent ease. You find yourself against the other knight, perhaps better dressed for combat than the rest with an iron sallet rest upon his head, his blade raised and ready to dig into your guard.

>Please roll 6d6+1 for Fighting.

Rolled 3, 5, 3, 1, 2, 5 + 1 = 20 (6d6 + 1)

>>1205771

Rolled 1, 3, 4, 3, 1, 6 + 1 = 19 (6d6 + 1)

>>1205771

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

>>1205771

Rolled 5, 3, 1, 3, 1, 5 + 1 = 19 (6d6 + 1)

>>1205771

Rolled 3, 2, 2, 1, 2, 6 = 16 (6d6)

>>1205771

>>1205782
>>1205789
>>1205790
19,18,19

Conversely Mason is an excellent shot with his mace.

Rolled 1, 3, 6, 4, 1, 1 + 1 = 17 (6d6 + 1)

>>1205771

Rolled 2, 3, 4, 2, 1, 6 + 1 = 19 (6d6 + 1)

>>1205771

>>1205804

It's 19, 18 21

>Fighting I: Success, two degrees.
>Fighting II: Success: two degrees.
>Fighting III: Success, two degrees.

You take the brunt of his sword swing on your buckler, though easily disarm the swing by throwing your arm to the side and opening up his defense, he only bore a longsword, no shield to defend his off hand, an unfortunate thing for him as your mace crunches into his elbow with a sickening thud, the tear of metal, flesh and bone evident with your follow through. He stumbles to the side his arm having gone fully limp and his mouth gasping for air at the sudden destruction of his elbow and likely crippling of the arm. Foolish not to use a shield, you always told Brynden every time this occurred.

His second approach is more wild, banking on your mace not being as strong a defending weapon as a sword might be, his first swing catches your shoulder with a fair crack, though nothing you couldn’t bare, the follow up swing was knocked away by your mace, almost disarming him and causing his balance to falter. You advance into his guard immediately, thrusting your shield under his chin with a sharp thrust, the blood leaking from the corners of his mouth likely that of a bitten tongue. He attempts to gain balance but not before you hook your leg around his own, and wrap your arm around his. The wild attempts at backing off turning into a dance in which you swung him around on your hip and planted him with a resounding crash into the ground, you mounted upon his chester, buckler thrust deeply into his neck and sword arm disarmed by your mace planted firmly in his palm.

“I thield,” he sputters, “Merthy Ther.”

“Who are you, the captive?”

“Ther Wilmer. Ranthom Ther.”

“So you’re a highwayman, a brigand? You forget your vows so easily for a man who calls himself a Knight,” your shield digs deeper into his chin before a hand on your shoulder calls your attention back. Eleven men lie dying around you, mostly of arrow wounds, three or four of stab wounds from unfortunate combat with the rest of the Sons.

“I’ll get the Sons on cleanup duty, we’ll be gone by the owl,” Victor says, “Want to keep him?”

“Aye,” you say dismounting the man, though not before cracking a boot into his ribs, sending him into a wheezing cough. Get him on the skif with the others, escort them down to Steadhold, you know what to do from there.”

“Heard Mas. Drox lad is over there if you wish to talk to him.”

On the approach the Drox lad looks up at you with a quiet reserve, not likely older than the Longwaters twins. His eyes are dark with anger, though his voice is of concern, “Am I the only one? Did my father send you?”

“Aye lad, you be but one. And no, he did not. We’re… An outside force. Crownlanders.”

“Seven Hells,” he spits under his voice, “They did kill him… My name is Ser Donvor Drox, third-born son of Lord Dresden Drox. Please Ser, tell me who this men were so that I might take my revenge.”

“Touch a fire in his stomach, innit?” Victor muses behind you, “Lad. They’re bandits, insurgentes. Ain’t much good a name is gonna do ya if you haven’t a place to look, aye?”

“Ser Victor is right lad. You’d best be on your way home, my men will give you an escort to the border of the Westerlands.”

He frowns deeply, “Why are you fighting them?”

You share a look with Victor, “Becuase it is the honorable thing to do. Because my Lord’s people are tired and weary of those that would take advantage of them. And so are we.”

Ser Donvor stands, “You are a good man Ser. Please, I beg of you, I offer you and your Lord my sword.”

Victor laughs, “He hasn’t a damn clue who we are.”

The look of confusion upon the lad’s face gives it away so evidently and you explain, “My Lord is Brynden Malroy of Steadhold. I am his swornsword, Ser Mason Flowers of the Blackbridge Tower. We are his men.”

He pauses, and looks down, “Then I am shamed. For my father once attacked both of those holds not long past. And here I am indebted to their masters,” he stops and looks about, and sighs before kneeling, “Please Ser. I beg it of you, allow me to repay that debt. That of a life and of those taken. Both from your people and mine.”

Again Victor and yourself share a look, “Boy’s a Knight alright. Seems more your type than Brynden’s that’s for certain.”

You regarded him with skepticism, yet he kneeled there at your feet with humble word and true intention.

Accept Ser Donvor Drox’s offer of service?
>Yay
>Neigh

[End Chapter LI-ii]

>>1206091
>>Yay
Soooooooooo
How ya feelin?

>>1206091

Seen like the regular third-born type, no chance to inherit and desperate looking for a place to crash. Might be a like naive or really honest when it comes to his vision of knighthood. I say lets test his sword-arm before saying yes.

>>1206091
>>Yay
Our first sworn sword . We grow up so fast

>>1206091
>Yay

So that's where we're going to end for tonight. Little Mason adventure about the Crownlands and the realm of the Princewood. I was actually expecting us to go all in on a mini battle with Fairbanks and his people, so this ended differently, with a stealth mission, than I had expected.

Mason is fun to write because he's a very grounded character, he sees things for what they are and doesn't make snap judgments like Brynden might. Note his views on Obella are more that of a father figure rather than that of a love struck puppy. He views Brynden much in the same way, taking that older brother/father figure role very heavily in his dealings with them.

As a note I have been feeling a lot better about writing as of late. And enjoyed doing this a lot. I've been spending a lot of time on lore things and small retcons here and there that don't matter much, just to get everything just the way I want it. I think the next time I run a thread it will be a Brynden centric one, if not the return to the main storyline it will be the little flashback to Essos I promised awhile ago.

So yeah, thank you all for playing. It's so great to see I still have an audience for this. Can only imagine what a real story thread will bring in. Hopefully things will be ready again soon and I can run more regularly and we'll get Brynden kicking ass and taking names.

Let me decompress and I'll be around for Q&A stuff if you have it. Or just general chit-chat. What have you.

>>1206147

Glad to see you got your mojo back. Really miss the threads and your writing style.

>>1206147
We love and missed you father. I'll always lurk in your threads

>>1206147
Glad to see ya back from the store!

>>1206147
About a map of Steadhold?

>>1206091
>Yay

>>1206147
Man Dad, you do these chav accents real well. S'almost scary innit

>>1206209
Is actually something I've been meaning to do. Now with the area a lot more developed and interesting on both sides of the banks it would be a fun little map to draw. Next chance I get and the mood strikes me I intend to draw one up.

>>1206219
Victor is my favorite chav. He just likes to have fun and be a dickass, never really meant to rule any sort of fiefdom or House so he just goes along for the ride that is House Malroy and the Sons of Gold. Him taking point was fun as hell.

Right now, Victor is our look at Brynden in the past. The man he use to be, the sellsword playing at Lord. Victor has a title, a name, everything, but he's more inclined to be a sellsword than anything else. Hell he'd head down to Fairbanks again just for a little toss and tumble for shits and gigs.

Mason is what Brynden could be. The rational experienced man that doesn't forget his past, but knows it has a place behind him now. He's grown and matured and knows that what he must do is important.

Brynden kind of falls in the middle. He definitely has taken more responsibility, but damn it if he doesn't love playing with fire still.

>>1206147
>>1206219

Would love to see a character based on Karl Pilkington here.

Not a chav, but would still be fun.

>>1206147
Can you recant us about the armed forces arming against us?

I'm assuming they fly colours of their houses? And aren't acting like bandits that could be treated as such

>>1206262
The border forces? Refer to this map for locations: >>1203478

Right now they aren't flying any colors, lie on your northern border with Langward, right on that bit where the God's Eye River hits the top of your western territory. And then a second camp is sitting on your southron tip, in that little weird area with Byford and King's Landing.

Blacksaithe has one on their northern border, close to the Chyttering Brook and Langward border.

They're keeping strict patrols and watches. No one can really get that close to figure out who is leading them. Only know they are building siege weapons. Unusual behaviour for bandits, but lacking colors or announced cause that is what Brynden and Steadhold has taken to calling them.

Brynden assumes it's Langward and Blount making a last ditch effort while he's awhile. Linden Langward is off his fucking rocker assuming he can kill Brynden in a trial by combat. So he surmises that it is his younger brother Lestor Langward leading the northern forces. A Lantell or Blount leading the southron. And a Langly leading the Blacksaithe one. But he can't prove it whatsoever, couldn't spare the forces to attack, knew pleading with the Lords whose lands they're in would be pointless, so he went to the Crown for intervention. Insofar as the Crown is concerned they are dealing with bandits, large organized pockets of them, and plan to either disperse them peacefully or rout them. The Hand is taking measures to make sure this is a Crown approved action, House Byford will be aiding, as is House Chyttering. Some of the rules might be a touch stiffing for Brynden when dealing with the Crown, but he is, technically speaking, getting his way. They are being 'dealt with'. One way or another.

No see if they were flying true colors then Brynden wouldn't have to go through all the hoops and play nice. He would have ample cause to go to war with the Langwards between the saboteur and an enemy war camp on his border with siege engines.

>>1206344
So once Kingslayer arrives we can move quickly and with much "Haste" to eradicate them?

Say 24 hours? Siege engines could show their intent

>>1206384
Very unlikely to be that quick.

You have to factor in travel times, planning, mustering, etc.

Not to mention Jaime is under instructions to disperse them with a "diplomatic show of force" basically. So he will end up having to either chat with them or look big and imposing from across the way.

The big plan is for Jaime to go south, deal with that camp with Lord Byford. If you haven't figured out why Jaime is dealing with this by the possible leaders of this force then I don't know what to tell you.

Brynden and Lord Chyttering to go north and deal with that camp. The latter will be taking point.

And Dontos and some other Westerlands Lord to deal with the Blacksaithe camp.

This will take a few weeks of coordinated effort, and if things go tits up, Jaime will need to hang around for a minute to get everything sorted and settled.

So basically no, this isn't a short and easy experience. In the field, yes, definitely. At home, not so much. Brynden and Obella very much have to understand they have to play ball if they call upon the Crown's aid.

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For anyone curious this is what House Langward currently looks likes.

And this all of the relevant Langwards at the present:

>{Lucion Langward}, eldest son of Lord {Rodrick Langward} and Lady {Belladonna Byrch}. Former Knight, Lord of Langward, and Lord Marshal of the Southron God’s Eye River. Veteran of the War of the Ninepenny Kings. A Targaryen Loyalist who died during the Battle of the Bells by Lord Phillip Ruthermont before his sons. Former wielder of Godscrown.

>>{Annette Jast}, the eldest daughter of Lord Jast. Former Lady of Langward. Mother of Linden and Lestor. Brought a considerably Westerlander presence to Langward. Died in 284AC of natural causes.

>>>Linden Langward, their first-born son and heir. Current Lord of Langward and Lord Marshal of the Southron God’s Eye River. A Knight and Veteran of Robert’s Rebellion where he turned his forces to the rebel Lords after his father’s death. Current wielder of Godscrown.

>>>>Beautrice Blount, the eldest daughter of Lord Blount. Linden’s wide and current Lady of Langward. Mother of Lucos, Cersei, and Landon. A plump pinch faced woman.

>>>>>Lucos Langward, their first-born son and heir. A royal cupbearer in King’s Landing.

>>>>>Cersei Langward, their first-born daughter. Named in honor of the Queen.

>>>>>Landon Langward, their second-born son. An infant.

>>>Lestor Langward, their second-born son. A Knight in service to his elder brother in Langward. Veteran of Robert’s Rebellion. Captain of the Langward Household Knights. It is whispered a brush with death during Battle of the Trident has left him half mad.

>>>>Lysana Langly, first-born daughter of Ser Leo Langly and Lady {Maryl Wode}. Lestor’s wife. Mother of Lyra. A frail and slight woman, often bed ridden the labors of pregnancy having ravaged her poor constitution.

>>>>>Lyra Langward, their first-born daughter. An infant. Robust and healthy unlike her mother.

>>>Leo Langward/Langly, second-born son of Lord {Rodrick Langward} and Lady {Belladonna Byrch}. An anointed Knight, and the current Knight of The Tear. A veteran of the war of the Ninepenny Kings and Robert’s Rebellion.

>>>>{Maryl Wode}, the third-born daughter of the Knight of House Wode. The former Lady of The Tear. Mother of Luther, Lyonel, and Lysana. Her hand was the prize of a small Tourney in which Leo won. Died of unknown causes in 284AC.

>>>>>{Luther Langly}, their first-born son. A Knight and former heir to The Tear. Died on a hunt after a pack of wolves tore into his party.

>>>>>Lyonel Langly, their second-born son. A Knight and former heir to The Tear. Was disinherited by his father for disagreeing with the course. Currently in House Malroy’s custody of his own accord.

>>>>>Lysana Langly, their first-born daughter. The current heiress of The Tear. Wife of Ser Lestor Langward. A frail and slight woman, often bed ridden the labors of pregnancy having ravaged her poor constitution.

>>1206669
>Heh, cousins.

>>1206669
So let's say we kill Linden and Leo in the trial by combat. Lestor goes crazy and tries to attack Steadhold and dies. What sort of demands can we make in compensation? Lands, titles, wards?

>>1206802
Would depends, the more stuff the harder it'd be.
You could reduce the dc by write ins, otherwise it'd be around the 18/21 mark.

>>1206802
Heavy reparations, monetarily or otherwise is a good start, though Lyonlels surrender to us keeps strikeing me as an off cord for some reason

>>1206802
>>1206855

Those are all viable options actually. But as the second anon said the checks would be a lot higher than usual. For the three you mentioned...

>Lands
18, you'd pick up Langward Domain II, Plains - Light Forest+River+Road On the map it would cut their territory in half diagonally, just beneath The Tear. to the western most point of your territory. It would essentially cripple House Langward.

>Titles
21, only title they have is Lord Marshal of the Southron God's Eye River. Ancestral title. They've held it for centuries, though it was granted by House Hoare. But ever since Brynden started to take lands from Langward he has begun to collect more and more of the God's Eye River in his territory, he could make a viable claim for it.

>Wards
15 for Cersei, 18 for Landon, 21 for Lucos. Entirely possible to claim it necessary to secure their further corporation and give them cause to no longer cause war and bow out of this conflict entirely. A ward is your surefire way of keeping the Langwards on the sidelines permanently.

And a bonus one:
>Godscrown, valyrian steel longsword
24, that would be the toughest sell. Ancestral weapons are a pretty big deal. Linden wouldn't part with it willingly on his life. That argument would have to be beyond good to convince them to give it over to you.

>>1206911
>Heavy reparations, monetarily or otherwise
15-21 depending upon what sort of money you're asking for and to what purposes. Framing it as a relief from your former debt to the Crown might be a better way to put it than gib dragons. Not sure what otherwise would entail.

>though Lyonlels surrender to us keeps strikeing me as an off cord for some reason

That's because Lyonel is working for someone else. Someone that would rather see Langward in disarray in the coming years. With his father's death Lyonel would go to reclaim his title of Knight of The Tear, and without Lestor to stop him, he would take it easily from his younger sister who is set to die as it is. If Linden's children are disinherited, or taken as wards he just might make a play at becoming the Lord of Langward as well. And then we have the whole mess of who will claim Godscrown, their ancestral valyrian longsword. He has some big plans and some help in the shadows. Though it might not be for the same reasons Lyonel thinks it is.

>>1203922
>>1206448
>If you haven't figured out why Jaime is dealing with this by the possible leaders of this force then I don't know what to tell you.

My guess its because the Queen told him to rein in Redgrove before he does something stupid?

>Lord Corbin Chyttering
Also I notice that Lord Chyttering shares a border with Langward we might find an ally in him.

>>1207104
Chyytering was in the plot against us.

>>1207108

I really need to re-read the archive all names are a mix up to me now.

>>1207006
>15-21 dragons

Jesus fucking Christ

>That's because Lyonel is working for someone else. Someone that would rather see Langward in disarray in the coming years

Oh jeez now that is concerning, thats a big power vacuum if he can take over the Langwards as well

my money's on littlefinger

>>1207104
Yeah best bet is whoever is puppetering landward has asked the queen to help reign him in before he gets nuked for doing something REALLY stupid

>>1207006
And if we slay Liden and his both his sons then marry the Young Lady Langward girl? Theoretically, what would we control then?

>>1207132

Its likely that the siege preparations are Lestor Langward and Leo Langward/Langly fault. One or the other is jumping the the gun while Linden is away in Highgarden.

>>1207104

>>>1206344
>A Lantell or Blount leading the southron

Jamie works at the same place as a Blount. Boros Blount. And Jamie is a distant relative to Lantells, the Lan in Lannister and Lantell.That's why he's dealing with that group in particular.

>>1207108
Not really, Ser Cyrus Chyttering just wanted to take Blacksaithe by marrying Lady Alexes Chelsted. He might have helped facilitate some stuff, but by and large House Chyttering has kept out of your conflicts. That being said, Lord Corbin isn't fond of Brynden just because he rocks the boat too much. Finding an ally in him would be a difficult task.

>>1207104
Redward I assume you mean. And no, since he has nothing to do with the bandit encampments. Obella has reported that Royce is on absolute radio silence right now, after the fall of the Forgotten Hall and the Brynden capturing so many important people in his little slave trade operation.

Also:>>1207188 is right on the money

>>1207123
>>15-21 dragons
That was meant to be the DC for the checks, not the amount you'd get. Which I mean, really shouldn't be that surprising. Also a single point of Wealth is about 200 dragons so...

>>1207138
Are you telling me you want to kill a seven year old and an infant? With your dornish wife who has strong feelings regarding the murder of the royal children?

If you did that and married a son to Cersei Langward, yes you could make a viable claim to Langward. But you'd end up fighting the rest of the Langwards off to do it. I doubt it'd win a vote and it just doesn't seem like a Brynden thing to do at the end of the day though.

>>1207156
Leo Langly is in Highgarden as well, he's planning on being by his nephews side during the Trial by Seven.

>>1207206
Are you telling me you want to kill a seven year old and an infant?

Remember how some of us feel about those things redward planted in our sister

It's not that far a leap in thinking really, though anything redward related is an exception in my books

>>1207206
It's been so long I don't even remember who the langwards are

>>1207228
>those things

oh god not your idiots again

>>1207236
*you

>>1207236
It's a perfectly valid thought process for Brynden despite its juxtaposition with his value of family

Fucking get deal with it

>>1207206
>Are you telling me you want to kill a seven year old and an infant? With your dornish wife who has strong feelings regarding the murder of the royal children?

WelllI I don't WANT to....
Haha! Well I'm sure we'll deal with them conclusively in the end.

>>1207246
It's really not, you just want to role play him as an angry retard.

He loves his sister, adores her, will do anything for her. Doing anything to those kids that she loves would destroy her, something Brynden wouldn't do.

you fucking deal with it

>>1207255
This is the same Redford who has done everything and more in his power to destroy and damage our family beyond repair, he has openly tried to murder Victus, raped and damaged our sister beyond decency a family member brynden cherishes dearly.

and you see it as a leap to be a ''angry retard'''to even consider such anger towards anything related to the redward or his bloodline.

>>1207338
Brynden is intelligent enough, and empathetic enough not to blame the sins of the father on his innocent children. THAT HIS SISTER LOVES

You don't seem to understand that last part, I don't expect him to treat them like his own daughters, I expect a healthy detachment. But treating them like animals or with hatred is so far removed from the character we're playing I assume you lot just want to do it for the luls.

>>1207352
Emotion plays a very hard toll on people ability to react rationaly, and Im just applying that, you seem to think such an emotional wound isn't raw at all, when it's still an incredibly sore point for him

>we're playing I assume you lot just want to do it for the luls.

get fucked Im just playing it from a diffrent angle you are

>>1207370
It is a sore point, and we're going to violently violently murder him. After that I don't see any reason for Brynden to Torture those poor kids, maybe treat them with a little bit of hostility, but not hate them.

I feel like he needs to see them grow up and then judge their character.

I LOVE AND TOLERATE YOU SHITLORD, DON'T MAKE ME HUG YOU

>>1207376
>maybe treat them with a little bit of hostility, but not hate them.

this is just going to be a point of contention I guess, its not beyond reasoning he can swing from quiet disdain to smoldering hatred.

GODDAMIT FUCKER, DONT MAKE ME HUG YOU BACK

>>1207393
IT'S TOOOO LATE

>>1207206

How about marrying Vicus to Cerscei Langward and then leave the claim hanging like the sword of Damocles?

>>1207423
It would Increase victus's market value massively and make us look good as a lord williing to ''mend wounds'' and turn enemies into friends.

The problem is then we could be stepping on the toes of whoevers bidding Lyonel is doing

>>1207487
Anon, marrying your bastard son to highborn daughter after beating her family is not 'mending wounds".

>>1207527
It is if you spin it right, and if we dont demand reparations even better

>They have a 7 year old girl
>We have Victus

Do i hear wedding bells ?

In the interest of peace ofcourse, not due to any claim what so ever.

>>1207527
The court wont give a fuck, the langwards are in the wrong politically. When concessions come having her brought as a ward and married to victus when hes older means we could potentially push a claim in future, while also being in prime position to back up the current langward regent if other branches make a move on him. This lets us dictate who our neighbour is and puts us in a lovely position of power over them.

>>1208005
Great reward and little risk.

The court will gossip and grumble but not actually do anything of note about it.

>>1208011
That and if it all falls into chaos we could legitimize victus and then grab langward land to land him as a noble. Though that would be serious levels of shit going right for us, and very unlikely.

>>1208021
We wouldnt even do that. We would push his wife claim and with him as her husband would more or less take over and his line would then rule that land.

Of course they wouldnt be Malroys but Victus own line.

>>1208027
What ever works my man. Having relatives as neighbours who have no legal claim to your land is a cushy position to be in.

>>1208031
If nothing else. It is a really, really great match for Victus. Probably the best he would ever possible get.

>>1207904
According to the family tree dad posted Lucos is 6, Cersei is at most 1, and Landon is an infant.

Has anyone thought to ask if Victus would want in on this?

>>1208466
>According to the family tree dad posted Lucos is 6, Cersei is at most 1, and Landon is an infant.

I must have misread then. Just mean we will have to wait a bit longer.

>Has anyone thought to ask if Victus would want in on this?

Victus doesnt get to have a say in the matter.

by the way. When can we expect the next thread ?

>>1208474
mmm, considering brydens love for victus, he probably will.

>>1208678
Brynden really ought to love less

>>1208691
Every man has his sins anon, and this is one sin i can live with.

>>1208703
>>1208678
No! He must focus and handle this as a lord. Marrying off his son to the right woman.

Then try not to cry

BOIII

>>1203256
Father. If you are still here. What do you say to ?

>>1203256

>>1209116
That's dumb and has been settled long before.

>>1209146
Just dont want to have Cecillia and Dorian screwed over.

>>1206669
>>>>Beautrice Blount, the eldest daughter of Lord Blount. Linden’s wide and current Lady of Langward
>>>A plump pinch faced woman.
don't know if this was a typo, but I laughed

I got some terrible feelings about the future. Hopefully we can deal with the Trial of Seven and take care of 1/3 of our problem. But good god. It seems like every asshole against us have their own shadowfigure guiding them.

How can this one house attract this much trouble ?

>>1209224
>Dragon loyalist with land and wealth surrounded by men who betrayed the dragon
We are the natural punching bag

>>1209263
They could atleast use lube!

I mean. They tried to kill off Victus!

Victus! Everyone likes him and they tried to kill him. Bunch of bastards the whole lot of them

>>1209224
It was a team up at the begining, we are cracking it. After that bryden made his own new enemies.

End of the day, we are solving shit, once we have our old lands back we can pretty much either go into isolation and build up or keep trying to network and gain power.
Depending on how long the quest lasts. Father might burn out before the events of GOT. But we can hope.

>>1209280
>Father might burn out before the events of GOT. But we can hope.

I really hope he doesnt burn out.

Atleast not intill Brynden got his 5 kids.

>>1209294
Obella is going to end up holding that over him after the third. Still holding hope for her to pen a book about the night raid and other shit brydens actually done.

>>1209304
Not as much as the fact Lysa Arryn won the "Queen of Love and Beauty" at her wedding tourny.

Can just imagine her having an arguement with Brynden in 10 years time then bringing it up.

>>1209311
Eh, she knew we had to sell that title, and that B will always hold her as his queen of love and beauty. The fat hog in the Eyire does not really matter.

I think B and orbella are going to be that couple whos passion keeps smoldering well into old age.

>>1209319
Not from what father wrote in the earlier threads. The honeymoon period is about to be over.

>>1209331
Honeymoon in this case means obella being around all the time. She has other work to do normally. Its not a comment on their relationship.

>>1209341
No. I am pretty sure that he also meant it on a emotional plane. Currently going through the archives to find it.

>>1209454
Well yeah there will be some emotional drop off, hence "smoldering" as the descriptor instead of "blazing flame" which would be apt for as current.

My point is the magic is not going to just totally die. Father did say Obella was the most compatable with Bryden.

>>1209473
But anon. Obella is a wild, passionat Dornish woman and Brynden is now a proper and honourable annointed knight of the seven.

How can they be compatable ?!

>>1209489
Dont spout bullshit lest the dice gods slap you with 1's.

>>1209489
The Dornish have knights, they aren't the north.

>>1209493
No more crazy and wild parties, they will be replaced by long and drawn out court etiquette.

No more 20 good men, everything will now be handled with honourable 1v1 duels.

Obella will no longer be able to go on mission and should stay home to shot out more babies.

>>1209498
I was refering to the fact that Obella fell in love with the wild sellsword Brynden rather than the classical knight

>>1209513
>No more 20 good men
You mean pulling a brynden