>>1293511
DAMNIT DOC I go to class in like ten minutes.

>Bethany (Stealthy Salty Sailors Sneak Into The Wrong Neighborhood)

Beth Adventures best adventures

>>1293511
Brave of you to compete with Father.

>Vickon (Terrifying Tyrant Trains Troops Terrificaly on The Blue)

>>1293521
>Compete with Father

Nah, I'm like a leech, here preying on all the GoT quest nerds while I know they're around.

>>1293511
>Vickon (Terrifying Tyrant Trains Troops Terrificaly on The Blue)

>>1293511
>>Vickon (Terrifying Tyrant Trains Troops Terrificaly on The Blue)

>>1293511
>>Vickon (Terrifying Tyrant Trains Troops Terrificaly on The Blue)

>>1293511
You are absolutely Lord Vickon Blackett. A giant of a man, wearing a full suit of polished plate, a black and blue tabard with broken chains thrown over it, and a massive longaxe slung lazily over your shoulder. You study a map set up on the deck of your flagship, Hullbreaker, alongside Ser Willar Silverwood. The younger man is dressed much more lightly, wearing dark breeches and boots, and a silver tunic, with a black and silver breastplate and a longsword strapped to his hip. A stark difference between your two leadership styles, he leads more from the back, surveying and commanding with a grip of the overall field. You, meanwhile, lead from the front, your place right in the middle of combat.

"Well, since it's your home turf, I'll offer you first deployment." Silverwood muses, toying with small figurines he's brought along. Little carved things, meant to represent groups of men. You grunt. "I'd prefer to defend, of course." He needles, and you roll your eyes and grunt again. The battlefield has been set up alongside the Blue, a nice stable patch set up with a small wooden fort, one side must defend it and the other capture it. Nothing too complicated, of course. Blunt weapons, men watching to make sure noone cheats, that sort of thing.

>Attacking
>Defending

>Your Assets:
>1 Unit Veteran Warships+Personal Guard (Ironbreakers)
>1 Unit Trained Archers
>1 Unit Trained Infantry

>Silverwood's Assets:
>2 Unit Green Warships
>1 Unit Trained Infantry
>1 Unit Trained Archers
>1 Unit Elite Engineers

>>1293614
> attacking
Might as well go for a challenge first up.

I guess he is going to engineer some obstacles, put the archers up high... I suppose the arrows are blunted, still stuck getting one in the eye though.

WTF use are the ships in this situation, just archer platforms?

>>1293644
That'd be up to you. The attacker DOES have to come up the river, land, and stage an attack on the fort.

>>1293614

defend

let's set up some ambushes and train for when the ironborne come

Gunna put quest on pause, sorry guys, know I just got here and all, but family calls.

>>1293614
>Attacking

Sure, this is a training exercise after all and we want their warships to get some experience with being attacked on the water

I have actually completely fucked up my understanding of the mass combat rules between units and such. Badly enough I will need to dedicate serious time to trying to figure them out.

So, would we all like to hold off on them for a while, and pause the quest until I can, OR do we want to just skip over the wargames and move on to the next big event? Which is... the wedding and tourney, actually.

>>1294001
I'm fine with skipping for now. The mass combat rules are hard as fuck to figure out the first time, we can revisit it.

>>1294001

Let's skip it this time around

>>1294001

It's ok, I want to see how Vivkon will react to the wedding

>>1294001
Im fine with that.

>>1294001
The wargames proceed well. You decide the best way to handle it is to attack and let the good lad, who actually has holdings on the coast, defend against an 'Ironborn' assault. Warriors on boat hitting hard and fast, and fighting with the fury of the sea. You, of course, expect to steamroll the young knight with your well trained forces.

After the third time being rebuffed, you are forced to change your mind. Silverwood decided, apparently, that his fort didn't need a section of it's wall, and collapsed it into the river. The flow, of course, sent them towards your longboats, and their own weight sunk them into the river. It was hell trying to just sail past, so you had to slow and push the logs out of the way, and carefully navigate with naught but oar and poles.

Archers harrying your forces as they were bogged down drove you back the first time. The second, it was his bloody warships with scorpions firing jars of paint. Poor Valder Pyke will be scrubbing blue dye out of his beard for days. The third time, you actually managed to make landfall, your superior ships forcing his numbers back. Of course, you didn't make it anywhere near the fort, his engineers had set up a bloody pair of catapults. Catapults. For a wargame. You need to talk to the lad, maybe punch him in the face a couple of times.

Between the catapults and archers, you're pinned down for far longer than you like. Long enough that it becomes obvious that you need to bloody set down some rules about siege engines and traps for next time. Also, don't let Silverwood ever have even a slight numbers advantage. As the sun sinks low in the sky, you're forced to call the battle in his favor. An annoyance. The young knight is the sort who likes to stack the deck in his favor as much as possible, and even without that is an exceptional commander.

>[Cont]

>>1294283
The lad is full of nothing but good things to say about your attempts, so you send him home with a slap upside the back of the head and your compliments towards his skill. Your men took a bit of a morale hit, but you laugh it off and the first round is on you. The men quickly rally behind you as you descend on the hall and drink and eat your fill.

However, time passes, and you can't keep yourself stuck in battle forever. The port moves, trade comes and goes, your wealth grows a bit... and then shrinks by a lot more. So many bloody thing to pay for, with this wedding. Tourney grounds arranged, equipment prepared, all forms of luxuries brought in for the wedding itself, invitations sent, bribes to the merchants, cash thrown here and there to keep the smallfolk happy and cleaned up. Fenmire has to shine for this, oh yes. Always something to bloody do and prepare.

Before you know it, guests start to wander in, setting up camp around the tourney field. Dozens of names and flags you recognize and don't. Most are Riverlands houses and knights, though you see a handful of narby outsiders. Some knight from Swann in the Stormlands, a young heir from Steiner in the North, a small delegation from Chelsted frm the Crownlands, that- that Remora bitch from her shitty little island near Dragonstone?! Who invited her? You'd recognize those horrific scars anywhere. Some of the houses came on your own invitation, some invitation of your betrothed and her family.

>Interact with anyone in particular? Perhaps a member of your own crew or your betrothed? Or one of the guests?

>>1294288

Let's check in with Bethany, see how she is feeling about all this, and then we should probably take a night to be with our mates and josh around before we get hitched again

>>1294288
Are the other two of these archived anywhere? I'd like to read them.

>>1294324
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Blood+and+Water

Here, mate.

>>1294335
Cheers, mate. I'll read them then catch up.

>>1294288

Let's talk with the outsiders to see how things are going beyond the riverlands, after that we can meet with our closest neighboors to start looking into new trade opportunities

>>1294380
Which outsiders would you like to speak to?

>>1294387

Steiner preferably, he would offer the best trade opportunities with all the supply problems they have, we can offer some discounts if they send their purchases through our port,

after him the crowlands fellow to see how things are in kings landind,

anyone but the bitch actually

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>>1294288
Steiner, none of the other lords offer a good chance at trade

Sorry gents. Continuing tomorrow! Turns out OP is still sick. Who knew?

Steiner is in lead right now.

>>1293511
HAHAH. House Blackett Quest!. Time for spaghetti and murder

>>1294700
;_:

>>1294731
Love you to, my anonymous buddy. Fear not, we'll be back tomorrow at noon central. Depending on how the votes go tonight, we'll talk to someone! You dunno where Steiner lands are, exactly, only that they are in the farther part of the North, and that they are an exceptionally martial house.

>>1294288
Our betrothed because the rest sounds boring

>>1295685
I agree with this, we will have enough opportunities to talk to our other guests eventually.

>>1295685
This, if were gonna spill spaghetti, it might aswell be to the woman we are marrying.

>>1295685
Supporting

>>1295685
+1 to this

We're up and about, gents and gent-ettes. Looks like our betrothed gets an early start on a lifetime of pasta.

>>1296610
Talking to new people? Building contacts outside the Riverlands? Confronting old foes? Nope. Nuh uh. You're gunna have somebody to do that for you. Speaking of that someone... You find her speaking with a half dozen young ladies, talking quietly and giggling at something one of them said. You clear your throat, and they break out into further giggling, before Mariya Darry, your betrothed, swats one on the arm and sends them on their way. Still giggling. Why. Why the giggling? Is it a girl thing? Your daughter doesn't giggle. Shit, should she giggle?

"My dear husband-to-be." She smiles softly up at you. She's wearing a simple brown and black dress, and you can't help but think she'll look better in black and blue. Something more expensive too, better fabrics. Darry is a poor house, weak, nearly crushed to nothing by the Rebellion and the reparations they faced afterwards. It reminds you you're making some connections to loyalists that might not be wise. You're... not sure you mind, though. Raymun Darry is thankful for the connection to a strong trade family, and Mariya herself seems... pleased at the arrangements. You- "Vickon. Vickon." Fingers snapped in your face.

"Er, yes? Sorry? I did not..." She laughs you off.

"You went all serious faced there for a minute." She teases, and your face warms up. "Thinking deep thoughts, are we? Try not to worry me like that, hm?" She loops her arm around your own as you adjust the neckof your surcoat. It's a fine deep black, with silver trimming, and deep blue undersleeves. Exceptional quality all around.

"Forgive me. I've been told I'm prone to long and contemplative silences." You try to awkwardly laugh it off. She giggles quietly at that. "I thought we might spend some time together? Before things get too busy, that is." You... state? Ask?

"That sounds lovely. Would you rather just find somewhere quiet to relax, or do you want my help with your other guests?" She asks.

>Get away from the damn crowd!
>Well, we should probably talk to people,and it might not be so bad with backup... (Who?)

>>1296705
>>Well, we should probably talk to people,and it might not be so bad with backup... (Who?)

Let's chat with some of her Darry guests, it's unlikely they'll matter much but at least to bridge that gap.

>>1296705
>>Well, we should probably talk to people,and it might not be so bad with backup...
Other houses along the river our Canal is apart of, the Tullys if they're here

>>1296705
>>Get away from the damn crowd!
Let's not humiliate ourselves in public anymore

>>1296719
Seconding this

>>1296705
>Well, we should probably talk to people,and it might not be so bad with backup... (Who?)

>>1296719
Thirding this

>>1296705
>>Well, we should probably talk to people,and it might not be so bad with backup... (Who?)
The Mallisters, the Darrys and then some trade partners.

>>1296705
"I suppose speaking to guests may be wise. Who came along on your invitation, if I may ask?" You let her guide your wandering about the hall, politely greeting people. You're curious, you admit, to who your wife's family might still have connections. They are... not a very well connected family, though they have slowly begun recovering. Your betrothed hums in consideration.

"Few, really. A small handful of knights, here as much for the tourney as to support us. The only proper noble House to lend us their consideration is House Chelsted. The Lady Alexes Chelsted is leading the family right now, her son, Rodner, is due to be the head in time." She explains. You hum, nodding.

"No husband?" You question. Very odd there.

"Yes, actually. She married a knight, a friend of the Darry's actually, but, well... noone has ever successfully told Lady Chelsted what to do, and I doubt anyone ever will. Her husband is there to insure her family's wellbeing until her son coms of age." She muses, smirking. "You may know him, actually, one ser Do-"

"Darling, how wonderful to see you!" A somewhat older woman than your betrothed, far closer to your own age, she'd more easily be descrbed as... handsome, rather than beautiful. Chestnut hair, green eyes, her features are sharp and distinct. Her smile is sharp, wicked, and leaves you in the distinctly unique situation of feelng rather like a lamb before a wolf. Thankfully, you seem to have a rather dangerous predator on your side as well.

>[Cont]

>>1296831
"Lady Chelsted! Just the person I was looking for! May I have the honor of introducing my betrothed, Lord Vickon Blackett." Mariya's own smile is sharp and dangerous, and you feel yourself going very, very still. "And young Rodner." She curtsies to the young man you just now see. Couldn't be more than ten? Eleven? Auburn hair, green eyes like his mother, looks like a bright and curious lad. He's just almost hiding behind his mother, seems very shy. He nods his head shyly as his mother laughs and strokes his hair. Whileshe wears duller,darker colors, his green and white are bright andbolt, and he sports a silver pin of the crossed mace and dagger.

"It's a pleasure, lord Blackett. Thank you for being kind enough to welcome us here." The lady curtsies to you, and you bow appropriately. "My my, you look rather lost, lord Blackett." She coyly notes, and you swallow a bit roughly as Mariya laughs.

"Lady Chelsted, please! Be kind to my husband to be. He's sure to find his feet again when it comes time for the tourney." She teases you and chastises the lady at the same time, getting you some breathing room... which you fill with your customary grunt and nod. Fantastic, Vickon. Man of a thousand words, you are. A plus effort. The both of them laugh, clearly (un)impressed with your mastery of the common tongue.

"My own husband is much the same way. He intends to ride in the tourney. He actually has spoken very fondly of you, my lord. Ser Don-" She's cut off as Kaisen leans in and speaking in your ear.

"Incoming Blackett-shaped mountain." He calmly warns, before taking a long step back. You look around in confusion, before seeing it as well.

"COUSIN!" Roars the mountain. It comes for you with arms wide open.

>Embrace your fate. Time to be crushed to death.
>Nope! Gut punch!
>Oh shit bail! Your betrothed might get caught in the crossfire, but she'll survive.

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>>1296832
>>1296831
I keep forgetting to include Mariya's picture.

>>1296832
>>Embrace your fate. Time to be crushed to death.

>>1296832
>>Embrace your fate. Time to be crushed to death.

>>1296832
>Embrace your fate. Time to be crushed to death
At least try to put up a fight, yes. We a big guy

>>1296832
>Embrace your fate. Time to be crushed to death.

Like continents colliding

>>1296832
>>Embrace your fate. Time to be crushed to death.
time to die

>>1296832
Options? Could counter attack. Sucker punch him before he can grab you up. Nah. It'd be like punching a brick, and you're not sure if all the fiddly little bones in your hand would have time to heal before the Riverrun tourney, and fighting in the melee with only one hand... well, it'd make it a lot more fair for the other competitors. They might actually have a chance to win. No, no you want to boost your self esteem a bit by thrashing all the poor bastards there. Sidestep? He's big, moving at speed, he wouldn't be able to change direction. Like a charging bull! And much like a bull, he'd mow down your poor wife-to-be. You now realize why Kaisen stepped aside: He knows you'd have no qualms using him as a human shield. You exhale, then take the deepest breath you can before Baelon Blackett hits you like a battering ram.

"Ahaha! When I got your letter, I could hardly believe it!" Kaisen's half brother lifts you clean off your feet with his massive bearhug. Bloody bastard puts both you and Kaisen, massive men in your own right, to shame. Over eight feet tall, built like someone decided to figure out how to crossbreed those giant bears from the far North with a human. "Cousin, I'm so happy for you!" Oh god, it's time to die, good bye breathing. Air, you were a close and beloved friend. You will remember it fondly.

"Alright, brother, try not to accidently murder our dear Lord." Kaisen, oh gods Kaisen, you blessed man. All the lands, forever, and the horses, and the women. Please Kaisen. "He still owes me five stags, after all." With interest!

"Oh well, with that sort of fortune on the line." Your cousin, Baelon Blackett, Essosi sellsword, berserker, mother fucking giant, drops you back onto your feet. Mariya helps steady you, looking shocked herself at the monstrous man before you. You don't blame her. Your cousin is a sight to behold, his great mane of pitch black hair pulled back into a ponytail, the sides of his head shaved, and his massive bear braided with a runed silver band tight on the dangling end. He wears a huge black and silver surcoat, sleeveless to show off his bloody massive arms, with runed iron bracers covering his forearms. He wears numerous rings, one with a sigil on it of a hammer breaking a silver chain.

>What say to your dear cousin? He seems to be in very high spirits. You always liked him, and he you- assuming he wasn't in the throws of the rage, of course.

>>1296871
Greet him warmly, introduce our bride-to-be, and find our daughter to let her get a hug from him too, cause I'll be damned if we suffer alone.

He's gonna be in the tourny, isn't he?

>>1296871
Murder everyone in the tourney! Then leave him to crush Kaisen

In an unrelated topic, Chelsted could be a good match for Beth. Reasonably wealthy house, good connections

>>1296871

"Cousin you managed to make it! Tell me, how much of Essos is bound in famine after you passed through? Allow me to introduce my betrothed, Lady Mariya Darry."

>>1296871
>It is good to see you too Baelon. Or is it Ser Don.. Actually I don't think anyone has had the opportunity to tell me your new knightly name.

>>1296871
"Good to see you too, Baelon." You rub at your sides, coughing slightly. "I'm glad you could make it." You can't help but legitimately grin at him. "Tell me, how much of Essos is bound in famine after you passed through?" He laughs uproarously at that. It's always been easy to set him into a bout of laughter.

"Just the cities, I promise! I know my dear lord would be displeased if I was a blight on the smallfolk, after all." He mocks, slapping you on the back. Ah, yes. It's rare for you to be the one who has to brace himself to keep from stumbling.

"Fantastic." You roll your eyes. "Allow me to introduce my bride-to-be, Lady Mariya Darry." You guide her forward and she looks up and up at the massive bear-like brute. "My daughter, you might remember her, is off and about somewhere." Hopefully not getting into fist fights. You're pretty sure you saw that Rivertower boy at one point...

"It is a pleasure, my lady. It is good to finally see my cousin trying to live again." He takes her offered hand and bends rather low to kiss her knuckles. He then plants his fists on his hips. "Now, cousin! I must be off, but I wish to speak to you later! I brought gifts! And we must talk on various things. For now, I must go and scope out the competition. Need to see if anyone's in danger of dying just from seeing me on the field at the melee!" He laughs uproarously. You wave him off.

"By all the Seven, was that an actual human?" Mariya asks, seemingly shocked out of her usual 'social predator' mode. You chuckle lowly and pat her hand gently. "He's on our side, right?" She asks, looking up to you.

"Probably. I didn't know we were taking sides against anyone." You smirk. She scoffs, drawing her wit and sarcasm back around her like a cloak.

"Darling, don't you know? It's always 'us' against 'everyone else'." She chastises. You smirk. Aye, you know that better than most. You give Kasen a quick jab in the side as you pass on by him, and he chuckles pleasantly at your poor spine. You're getting too old for this shit.

>Timeskip on?
>Bother another visitor? Chelsted disappeared somewhere while you were being crushed to death by a walking battlement.

>>1296934
>Timeskip on?

>>1296934
>>Timeskip on?

>>1296934
>Timeskip on?

>>1296934
>>Timeskip on?

I wanna see Beth try to avoid getting crushed by our cousin. And failing.

>>1296934
>Timeskip on?

Sorry, guys! Someshit happened. Tourneystarts tomorrow!

>>1296969
Seconded

>>1296969

but she's annoying anon....

anyway, can't wait for the marriage and tourney

>>1296934
>Timeskip

>>1297245
When tho?

>>1299399
Sorry all. The brat is being... a brat. Like, shit. Why did noone tell me they turn into god damn little superhumans when they get pissed off? He headbutted me in the jaw and it nearly knocked me flat.

>>1299424
My daughter gets on the roof when she is annoyed and wants to be alone.

It's a two story house and she is too small to move the ladder. I don't know how the fuck she does it

>>1299433
Christ sake. Mine is only three, so not giving me a heart attack by doing that shit, but he likes to scream and thrash around. Like. Really, really, really scream. Like, the loudest thing I've ever heard. And when he does his thrashing and kicking, it's like he turns into a pro MMA fighter for a couple of minutes. I (stupidly) tried to keep him in time out by holding him there. So he headbutted me in the god damn face and chest until I let him go.

And then after his fit, he just lays there and is super quiet and still, and that's just great too. Did he hurt himself thrashing around? Is he ok?

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>>1299459
no experience with kids that young, but the kid's I've taught tend to get tired after something like that. Little kids are kinda like baby rattlesnakes where they don't know how much poison to use, they burn through all their energy in a few minutes then have nothing left afterwards.

I'm not a parent though, so take it with a grain of salt

>>1299459
anyone who tells you kids get better after 2 or 3 is lying to you. They just get more energy and can reach for counter tops

>>1299477
Pfft. My ass. People say that the whole terrible twos and threes an such are caused from being unable to communicate what they want, so they get frustrated and upset an shit, right?

Hell no. This kid can talk better than some five year olds I've met. Kid just gets upset and doesn't bloody know what to do with himself, so option A is mind blowing fit. I don't see that getting much better for a few years.

>>1299471
Yeah, that sounds about right. I'm just a bit of a helicopter dad, and I worry a lot, so even though he's done this a dozen times I worry about something new every time. Oh god did he hurt something inside when he was thrashing around? Did he rattle his brain when he headbutted me? I'm sure I'll get over it... once he's like twenty four and has his own place.

>>1299477
My little shit is 2 and a half and she's big enough to reach damn near everything in the kitchen. Little girl is going to be an Amazon

>>1296837
Damn we are going to have pretty kids, as long as they get her looks.

>>1299490
Even if the kid can't talk to you they sure as hell know what you're saying. When my girl was 3 she knew most of what my and my ife talked about, they just know they can get away with it if they play dumb

>>1299493
My little brat ain't tall, but he's a good climber. He was climbing out of his playpen when he was like, two.

>>1299518
Christ, I wish that was an issue I had. Mine repeats everything. His favorite words for the past two weeks have been 'cock sucker'. He also REALLY likes fuck. And he knows what they mean too, he uses them when he is annoyed or upset about something. Like, last night he woke up in the middle of the night, and just started saying fuck over and over while trying to figure out how to get his blanket back on (he'd kicked it off while asleep, you see). I asked him if he needed some help, and he looked me square in the face and called me a fucker.

I would be ok with you pretending you can't talk, kid. Please.

Actually, no, don't start that now. I'll convince myself you have brain damage or something.

>>1299529
>I asked him if he needed some help, and he looked me square in the face and called me a fucker.
I shouldn't be laughing at this because my daughter has done shit just as bad, bit I'm gonna laugh anyway

>>1299529
That's what you get for cursing all the time mate. Little bastards will pick it up

>>1299543
Ain't that the best part, though? We been through this shit, so we can look at others and say 'you poor fuck', and laugh and laugh and laugh.

So when you running boss

>>1300178
Tomorrow, mate. All the fun starts tomorrow.

>>1300189
I've heard that before. :>(

>>1300189

when?

>>1301350
NOW BITCH!

Though seriously, in... eh, three hours or so.

>>1301355
>tfw not in the same timezone

>>1301355
Better keep your little booger locked up this time

>>1301368
He's gunna be visiting his mother for the day, so I should be able to rock this shit easy.

>>1296934
You are, for a very brief moment, Bethany Blackett. You met a very nice young man while running wild, a lad with black hair and green eyes. He was kinda funny acting, but you had a lot of fun running around and exploring Ironmoor with him. He thought your idea of disguising yourself to enter the squire's melee was the best idea ever too. You're probably going to get stuck sitting with your father, however. "Little Bethany!" You hear, cried out from behind you. It shakes you from your thoughts, and you slowly turn, a chill going down your spine. Oh dear, why did noone tell you that battlements had learned to uproot themselves and walk around. Your smirking father provides no comfort.

"Ah. So this is how I die." You quietly decide, nodding dumbly as your uncle charges in for his due hug.

---

You are Vickon Blackett, and it is a new day. Kaisen provides you a list of those intending to compete today. It's the first day of the three day tourney, many knights have arrived from all over the Riverlands, and even from neighboring realms to compete and 'warm up' for the Riverrun tourney. There's multiple brackets for the joust, lesser knights, lesser nobles, major, etcetera. There's also lesser melees today, allowing smallfolk, sellswords, and hedgeknights to compete, those who do exceptionally even potentially earning a spot in the major event tomorrow.

You've decided to not compete yourself. Wise, probably. Noone would really want to go 'all out' against you, as it were, and your victory, while easily earned, would not be looked favorably on. Plus there's messing about with the prizes, all that. No, much easier to just observe like a proper lord. Kaisen provides a plate of battered and fried fish and potatoes that you idly chew at while considering the outlook of the day. You'll obviously be sitting alongside lady Mariya Darry, this is celebrating your wedding coming in a couple of days after all. You could probably see too it that someone else finds a seat next to yours as well.

And of course, Bethany has already tried to sneak off. You know her, she'll try and enter the younger tournament today, try to earn a place in the squire's tournament tomorrow. Your training has gone exceptionally with her, you're proud to say she is one of the most promising young fighters you've ever seen. For her age, a tender thirteen, she is certainly the finest. It'd be poor form for her to compete, but.... maybe?

>Is there anyone in particular you'd like to have sit with you, so you could talk with them during boring bits?
>Allow Bethany to be absent, or ensure Kaisen fetches her and she stays at your side?

>>1301664
>Let Beth Sneak off
>Our lord

>>1301664

>Our liege lord
>Tell Kaisen to make sure she doesn't leave our side

>>1301664
Seat with Lord Mallister probably. And no, Beth stays with us

>>1301664
>Make sure she's doesn't sneak off
She might be a Tom boy, but this is no joke.

>>1301664
Backing:
>>1301667

Melee's are not games, if you fuck up badly enough or meet a vicious enough of a cunt you can get crippled.

>>1301728
And if she's discovered, she'll shame our family and make us look barbaric

>>1301664
No, that is literally the worst idea ever. She's thirteen, a girl, the child of the hosting lord, no. Just... no. As for who to sit with- no question. Lord Jason Mallister. Anyone else would be insulting, and besides, you would like to speak to him on a few small matters.

"Kaisen. See to it that Lord Mallister recieves invitation to sit alongside myself and my betrothed." You command, then sigh, low and tired. "And make sure Bethany is present and in good order. She's not to leave my side." If she'd been a boy... no, happy thoughts. Today is a good day, a very good day. You tuck the list of competitors into your belt, useful for later, no time to really study it right now. The day is moving fast, last minute preparations, knights and young lords parading about, beating their chests and showing off.

"Vigors of youth, yes cousin?" Oh good, Baelon. "Of course, I still have a few years in me too, eh?!" He slaps you heartily on the back, and you grunt. "And you in you, eeeh? I see the pretty young thing you are marrying." He pokes you in the ribs, and you swat his massive hand away.

"Yes, she is..." You find yourself lost for words. You're not one to share your emotions, especially not with your loud mouth cousin, so you just give him some small affirmative and he laughs and claps your back again.

"I go, cousin! I hear you are not competing! Do no fear, eh? I shall represent the family name! I still expect the prize money, though!" He charges off, roaring with laughter. You slowly shake your head, and rub your eyes. As you look up again, you see another important figure approaching. Lady Mariya Darry. Her house is poor, so her brown and black dress does not mpress like it should. Soon she'll wear black and blue and silver. They will look... good on her. Yes.

>Eh... how do you feel about this anyway?
>Eager. A second chance at love, and the future.
>It's your duty. What comes, comes.
>Hesitant. You're not sure about this whole bloody thing...
>Displeased. You don't want to do all this shit.

>>1301761
>>Eager. A second chance at love, and the future
It's been a decade, and even we know the wife would have wanted us to find love again

>>1301761
>>Eager. A second chance at love, and the future
She's pretty, it helps with this love thing

>>1301761
>Eager. A second chance at love, and the future.

We are on the path we chose, we had better damn well walk it. Better not to suffer on the way.

>>1301761
>Eager. A second chance at love, and the future

>>1301761
>Eager. A second chance at love, and the future

>>1301761

>It's your duty. What comes, comes.

>>1301761
You... soften, a little. Your expression not so hard and cold. You let yourself smile a touch as she approaches. It's been ten years. Alys would have wanted you to move on. She'd have a hell of a lot to say about all this, you have no doubt. Not just your marriage, but everything in your life. The chief amongst them is that it's time to stop living with her hanging over your shoulders. Besides that... you're Vickon Blackett. Once you are set on a path, you do not stop, and do not slow down, and this is the path you have chosen yourself. For your house, your child... your own soul. Time to stop making yourself suffer.

"What's that look, dear lord?" Mariya asks, finally coming before you. "I'd not expected such a soft look on such a hard man." She smirks, and you let yourself chuckle a little. She's sharp, with a razor wit and a bit of a dark and sarcastic humor. And she is very pretty... that helps.

"I've just finally decided on something." You say, taking her hand. She blushes as you smile at her. "Oh, did I finally catch you off guard?" You smirk, and she slaps your chest, pulling away for a moment, then wrapping her arm around yours and letting you escort her on.

"Hardly. I'm just enjoying the affection. Most men look at me like a piece of meat." She muses, then looks up at you. "Did I ever thank you for handling that little toad at the feast?" She asks, and you grunt and shake your head to the negative. Her coy smile is positively devilish. "Well then, let's keep holding off. I'll thank you properly in two days time." You frown, confused for a moment, before you recall that yes, your wedding proper is in two days, and oh yes a certain event comes after. Your face burns as she giggles. She's barely nineteen, you remind yourself. You remember what was on your damn mind all the time when you were that age.

"Daddy. Lady Darry." Bethany mutters as she drags herself past. Her hair is a wild, mad bloody mess as one of her maids tries to tame it with a brush and comb. Your daughter is not a morning person. You note the four Ironbreakers keeping close behind her. One of them has a net casually slung over his shoulder. You nod politely to them. Good men, one and all. Loyal, proud, courageous. Poor bastards don't stand a chance.

"You know, Vickon, sometimes I forget where the lion's share of my coin comes from. Then I visit you for two great events in as many months, and you can't help but remind me." Your liege lord, Jason Mallister, shakes your hand proudly as you meet at the box to observe the tourney. It was no easy feat, clearing land and finding place for the lists and arenas. There's a half dozen events going already. Minor duels and team fights, axe throwing and archery, the lesser jousts between hedge knights and the like.

>Make conversations.
>HAHA TIME FOR JOUSTS!
>Meleemeleemelee.

>>1301863
>>Make conversations.

>>1301863
>>Make conversations.
Image how much coin we'll make now that we have someone who good at things besides waving large sticks around in the family

>>1301863
>>Make conversations.
Let's make conversations as well as we make money

>>1301863
>>Make conversations.
>a net
Kek, no chance of escape now daughter

>>1301863
"I thank you, my lord." You bow your head, then motion to your betrothed. "May I introduce lady Mariya Darry. Soon to be Mariya Blackett." He bows lightly to her, as she curtsies. Your small smile turns into a grin. "We Blacketts have always excelled at the simple management of our lands. But now, I can only imagine how much coin we'll make, now that we will have someone who's good at things besides waving around great bloody blades and axes." You joke, and he laughs appropriately.

"I've heard the lady is quite the sharp one, aye." He says, stroking his beard. "I'd several ideas for suitable matches for you. I'm glad you found your own, however." He muses, bowing his head to you. "I wish you nothing but the best, my old friend." You bow your head in thanks as the lot of you finally take your seats. The first few competitors on the joust are unimpressive new names. Nothing to really bother with.

"The patrols on the coast have met light resistance so far." Lord Mallister muses, and you nod, grunting. Your own ships have seen little combat, though they did sink a longboat that tried to ambush them. Stupid, suicide really. They didn't want to be captured. Fair. "We're getting support from inland, and the smallfolk haven't been this happy in a while. You've a knack for pleasing them, it seems." He compliments you.

"The smallfolk wish to be Safe and Secure. I know the feeling." You simply say, and he nods at the simple, sage wisdom. You frown as a black armored knight on a golden horse absolutely fucking destroys some poor bastard. Unhorses him with ease and power that gets a roar of approval from the watching audience.

"Ah! Look, lady Chelsted's husband." Your wife to be has a wicked little smile on her face. "Ser-" You interrupt her this time.

"Dontos Malroy." You grunt, sitting back in your chair. You are... conflicted.

"Ah, you know the name? It doesn't really ring any bells with me..." Lord Mallister muses, observing. "He's skilled, to be sure." He compliments. Oh aye. You know him. You know him well.

>Tell the whole story.
>Gloss over it and move on.

>>1302004
>>Tell the whole story.
Damn loyalist

>>1302004
>Tell the whole story.
Uh dis is getting good.

>>1302004
>>Tell the whole story.
ANGST

>>1302004
>Inb4 he tried to plunder our booty

>>1302004
"Aye. I know the name." You sigh and rub your chin. "It may come to surprise you, but I am not the most... social man. I have never made... friends easily." You explain. Mallister chuckles quietly, while Mariya puts on a faux-surprised look. You roll your eyes. "But, if there ever was a man who I'd have called my friend. Perhaps, even, my best friend." You sigh again. "Aye, it'd have been Dontos Malroy. We were squires in King's Landing, and our masters both ran the same circle. So, we met, often, and were of a kind. Both serious, martial young men. Poor at makng friends and being social. We were more interested in learning to fight and be knights, rather than socializing and making connections." You shrug. Yes. Good memories.

"We found ourselves to be kindred spirits. Aye, he was a better rider, better on foot. So we fought eachother often. We became rivals, of a sort." You explain. Lord Mallister hums.

"You pushed eachother to excel." He supplies. You snort.

"We beat the hell out of each other until we were the fucking best amongst our peers." You sigh fondly. Then frown. "Then we grew apart. We were from different realms, I had my lordship, he his knighthood. And then the war... his family were loyalists, and I led mine to follow you in backing King Robert. I was glad, then, that we were from different realms. He would have no reason to be in the Riverlands, and I none in the Crownlands or... wherever it was he was off at. If we'd met on foot, I would have killed him. If on horse, he'd have skewered me with little effort." You sigh, low and tired and sit back. "We've not spoken in many years. Since before the war." You explain.

"I see. He seems quite the jouster, as you say." Mallister compliments again, seeming to remember how the black knight made short work of his opponent. Like a great bull tearing through a stalk of wheat. Or a horse, you suppose.

>[Cont]

>>1302119
"Aye. And a fine knight." You muse, stroking your chin. "Finer than me, for sure. He is the sort who still holds true knighthood and chivalry in his heart. Defend the weak and the innocent, uphold justice and honor, all that stuff." You chuckle. "My young protege, Ser Silverwood... If I have any say in it, then when he is our age, he'll be far, far more akin to Dontos than me. A man of noble heart and true honor, over the cold and jaded man I've become." You sigh tiredly at that, sinking into your seat to brood. Until your betrothed smacks you on the chest.

"He's rather a lot of nice things to say about you, as well." She explains. "He came along with our party, a friend of the family. He spoke well of you. And I think you're still rather impressive myself. So stop moping, sit up straight and tall. You're a noble lord, not an angsty teen." She chastises, and you can't help but laugh and obey.

>You should seek out Dontos later. You're trying to move on, and letting one of your own stubborness stand between you and an old friend is stupid.
>No. Dontos has his life, and you yours. Besides, you both chose your side... he's always been ferociously loyalist, and you more pragmatic. Leave it be.

>>1302004
>>Tell the whole story.

>>1302123
Seek the Dontos.

>>1302123
>>You should seek out Dontos later. You're trying to move on, and letting one of your own stubborness stand between you and an old friend is stupid.

>>1302123
>Seek him out

And what sort of stories has our wife heard?

>>1302123
>You should seek out Dontos later. You're trying to move on, and letting one of your own stubborness stand between you and an old friend is stupid.
Wassup Doc, new player abound

>>1302123
>You should seek out Dontos later. You're trying to move on, and letting one of your own stubborness stand between you and an old friend is stupid.

>>1302123
>>You should seek out Dontos later.

Hang on I'm catching up on Revenge and Gold, is this the same Dontos from there?

>>1302323
Yup.

Also, sorry everyone. Quest on hold for the moment. Does anyone know what to do when a blood vessel in your eye breaks? It's like, not dangerous right?

>>1302347
Did you sneeze or bend over really fast? If it's not excruceatingly painful it shouldn't be a problem, I had it happen to me during weigh lifting once when I bent down to get my water bottle.

It should go away after a week. Maybe less if you take it easy.

>>1302356
I've had a massive sinus infection for like, a week. Was in the hospital and everything. I've been sneezing and coughing constantly.

My eyes hurt, but that's like... normal for this time of year.

>>1302347
Jesus dude, is your kid psychic and trying to kill you with mind powers or something?

>>1302367
Go see your doc again, have him look you over and maybe you'll get a sweet eye patch.

Worst case scenario if you've gained access to the fourth dimension through that eye and now you can see the lizard people.

Yeah, guys, my eye is killing me. We're done for today. I would suggest you all kill some time with rereading Revenge and Gold. It's some good shit, yo. Better than my drivel, for sure.

>>1302472
Oh, also! For when we return tomorrow: I require a 1d6 for random encounters.

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>1302498
Rolling for volume of exploding eye discharge.

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>>1302523
>mfw eye based blood bullets

>>1302498
>>1302562

R.I.P Doc, shot too much blood from his eyeballs

>>1305604
Bitch you can't kill me. ust been a busy day. Forgot today was Sunday. Doc is a good church boy, after all.

>>1305619
Sir please get back in the coffin you're disrupting your funeral

>>1305619
Running today?

R.I.P. Doc had just enough energy to yell about not being dead before dying

Hah

ded

>>1314996
No u

>>1317173
The fact that it took so long for that just proves i am right.

Dedder than a Stark at a wedding.

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>>1296831
>Ser Do-
Ayyyy