“By the Father I invoke wisdom and guidance in these times of struggle and uncertainty. By the Warrior I invoke courage and the strength to face my challenges head long, as I would battle. By the Mother…” your voice trails, hand continues at task, ears perk to the unlatching of the wooden door behind you and the sound of footsteps, a cold breeze reaches the back of your neck before the words.

“Ser-”

“We have spoken of this Maffew.”

“Yes, Ser. I… I am aware,” the man hesitates for a moment, mouth lipping words without sound, “Morning prayer is of the utmost importance and is not to be disturbed. However, I thought it prudent that you should be made aware that the Belmore arms have been sighted down river. Ser Trevor has been sent to the docks to welcome them. I thought such…”

“An unexpected visit,” you murmur to yourself. Not so much completing Maffew Shett’s sentence as continuing your prayers. Hands complete task upon your breastplate, the final piece of armour you had yet to don during your morning ritual. Wake, take morning prayer, polish and care for your plate, sharpened your sword, and arm yourself for the day with iron and Faith. You sigh and cast eyes to the side toward the small wooden shrine dedicated to the Seven, “Seven I ask for your deliverance through these trials, both new and old. Amen.”

“Amen,” Maffew echoes, eyes upon his feet.

You rise to your feet, finishing the task of straps and buckles that secure your plate to your chest, “The Belmores sent no word?”

“Not anymore than they usually do these days,” Maffew responds, “I very much doubt it is Lord Benedar himself.”

“What makes you say that?” you respond with a flat look, not quite have grasped the entirety of the situation yourself.

“Word had… Spread that Ser Cador Belmore was going on tour of the Vale. Far be it from me to question a Lordling taking to ship and road during the dead of winter but alas. I thought it a simple thing of meeting Ladies of the realm, he is yet unmarried from what I understand.”

You wave a hand as you leave the makeshift Sept set within Whitestone’s garden, the grounds were barren of people, a few scattered guards were all that remained, it was quite, far quieter than your youth here. Soft snow fell upon your shoulders, the metal of your plate made the serene day seem that much colder however. Maffew closes and latches the door behind him and joins your walk across the courtyard.

“You did not think this worthy of my attention?” you ask.

“Frankly… No my Lord,” Maffew responds with a screwed up face, the tip of his nose growing red from the cold, “Your only sister is married to that dolt, Ser Dumas in Gulltown. And there are no Ladies of worth here in the Whitestone. Aside from…”

“We will not speak of her.”

“Of course Ser.”

You pause, face screwing up and words failing your tongue, “I… I don’t even know where to receive him? Should I ride out with Ser Trevor? Meet him upon the docks?”

“That is Trevor’s task Ser,” Maffew says pulling his cloak closer to himself, “You are the Knight of Whitestone Keep now, you may receive him in your hall, upon your seat surrounded by your loyal men and Household, as is befitting a man of your station.”

“My station,” you scoff under your breath, “I am still but a Knight, Maffew, a Knight in service to my Lord, as is my duty.”

Maffew sighs, the elder man having far more of an opinion of your title and what it entitled you than you did. As was his way, son of a far flung cousin of House Shett, he could only dream of such things and as such he projected his manner and desires upon you more often than not. Much to your continued annoyance. The man looks about the courtyard as you stand in silence, perhaps thought, “Ser? May we go inside, I fear the loss of another toe should I stand out here any longer.”

>”You go ahead Maffew, prepare the hall, assemble the Household. I will ride out to meet the Belmores with Ser Trevor.” (Ride out to meet Belmore)
>”Yes, send word to the Household we will be receiving an envoy of House Belmore and to assemble in the Hall. You will meet me there within the hour.” (Wait and receive Belmore in your hall)

>>1719637
>>”Yes, send word to the Household we will be receiving an envoy of House Belmore and to assemble in the Hall. You will meet me there within the hour.” (Wait and receive Belmore in your hall)
We are Lord of our Keep, we will meet him in the keep.

Seems weird he didn't send word before. REAL STRANGE.

>>1719637
>”Yes, send word to the Household we will be receiving an envoy of House Belmore and to assemble in the Hall. You will meet me there within the hour.” (Wait and receive Belmore in your hall)

>>1719637
>>”Yes, send word to the Household we will be receiving an envoy of House Belmore and to assemble in the Hall. You will meet me there within the hour.” (Wait and receive Belmore in your hall)
Best meet him inside.

>>1719637
>”Yes, send word to the Household we will be receiving an envoy of House Belmore and to assemble in the Hall. You will meet me there within the hour.” (Wait and receive Belmore in your hall

>>1719632

OP can you make a twitter account for announcements? It's easy to miss new threads or the restart of an idle thread in /qst/.

>>1719649
to be fair to him, we don't have a maester, so any raven he sent could have gone unnoticed

>>1719637
>>”Yes, send word to the Household we will be receiving an envoy of House Belmore and to assemble in the Hall. You will meet me there within the hour.” (Wait and receive Belmore in your hall)

>>1719734
I think that\s what we need to do first, and maybe learn how to read and write from him.

We're a Zealot who can't read the holy text, so our character would want to learn

>>1719734

We really need to fix that soon. Also we should learn to read ourselves.

OP is really reminding me of FAther though. DAD IF IT IS YOU PLEASE RUN MALROY AGAIN.

>>1719752
We can just hire a Septon to teach us how to read. Then maybe we get a Maester after him.

>>1719637
>”Yes, send word to the Household we will be receiving an envoy of House Belmore and to assemble in the Hall. You will meet me there within the hour.” (Wait and receive Belmore in your hall)

What do we look like?

>>1719805
We are Andel and have blood of them.

Distinctive features
Light skin
Generally light-haired
Brightly colored eyes
Chivalric tradition
Maybe we can go for a red hair blue eye character it's different and work with Attractive.

>>1719837
That's Tully features though and their famous for them.

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>>1719853
Goddamn we're handsome.

>>1719853
Its funny. Because that was more or less what i pictured him as.

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>>1719853
Kind of like this picture more.

>>1719845
>Tully features
Didn't know that

>>1719853
I like this

>>1719837

Red hair is a first men trait, blond hair is more Nadal.

>>1719865
I like that armor, don't know what it's called though.

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>>1719873
overdesigned

”Yes, send word to the Household we will be receiving an envoy of House Belmore and to assemble in the Hall. You will meet me there within the hour.”

“Of course Ser,” he says with a wiry smile and moves of hurriedly before you. Entering the mudroom after you take a moment to kick the snow from your boots and brush the small bit off from your shoulders. You hear a string of curses, likely Maffew, and a crashing noise from the hallway accompanied by a handful of barks.

“BENNY, HERE BOY!”

Benedict, or Benny for short, comes rushing into the room, circling about your legs twice before sitting down and looking up to you with a pointed gaze. He had been a gift from a Knight of House Belmore some odd years ago after the Rebellion, Marwyn you believed his name was, said he was from one of the finer breeders of Grimarbor, a wirehaired pointing griffon, if you recalled correctly. Benny had become your fast friend, disciplined and attentive. Just as good as sussing out Mountain Clansmen as Marston, the Captain of your scouts. You toss a small piece of jerky and he catches it with a wag of his tail and a bark of thanks.

“Mornin’ m’lord,” a voice calls from the doorway, the aforementioned Marston, “Report?”

“Report and walk,” you respond waving for him to follow you into the Keep.

“Aye, could use a spot of breakfast meself.”

“We’ll be having guests.”

“Oh aye, I’m aware, m’lord. Best manners and all, understood,” he says with a quick laugh, “Me Irregulars were the ones that caught wind of the Belmore ship down river. Had one of the boys ride home early and tell ole Maff the fortuitous news. Ain’t everyday we play host to the bloody Belmores.”

Marston was part of the old guard, those few remaining that hadn’t taken the Black with your uncle post Rebellion. He, as Ser Trevor, didn’t have the most favorable opinions of the Lord Belmore, as was typical of the previous Household and its Lord. He was loyal to you though, and a good man all the same so he kept his place as the Captain of the scouts, even if the Irregulars were made up of more green summer boys than trained and veteran men now.

“Any news of the Mountain Clans?”

“Not so much as a word,” he says with a hard swallow from his flask, he wipes away the wet from his moustache and continues, “Few of those little moon carvings in the trees again. Coupla smallfolk complaining about them gettin’ bolder. Fear they’re getting a touch too close to the mines meself.”

“The Foreman?”

“Says that Asher’s bowmen provide them with enough protection for now. But those Moon Swallows get much closer…” he trails off to nod towards the young washerwoman hurrying by, “And… Well we mights got us a conflict on our hands.”

You sigh, crossing the threshold into the main hall of the Whitestone, here the paint upon the gray building stones still shined like new, the only part of the castle you could afford to actually keep up.

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The twelve fireplaces roared with the fresh morning wood, a modest breakfast was being placed upon the long tables, along with bread and salt for your soon to be guests.

“We’ll discuss this further later tonight Marston. Have your completed report as is protocol,” you say in dismissal, gaining a salute in response as he marches off to join his men at the bottom of the hall. Benedict follows you to the high chair, taking the few extra steps faster than you and circling his usual spot before sitting in all of his majesty. You pat his head and take your own seat, settling in with the creak of iron and leather upon the cold stone seat. Your twin brothers, Lincoln and Liam can be seen entering the grand hall with the First Regiment near the end of the hall. They salute and snap off a few orders before taking leave to join you at the high table.

“Belmores?” Lincoln asks.

You nod in silence.

Liam grins, “Don’t suppose we can’t go with ‘em when they return to Strong Song? Might be better game to hunt there.”

“You disgrace yourself with these tryst,” you respond flatly.

Lincoln puffs himself up mocking your tone and word and the two laugh as children would.

“Loosen up brother,” Lincoln says, “Might be it a quick rough and tumble might get the stick outta yer arse, aye?”

You frown, grinding your teeth in response to the immaturity of your young brothers, they were men true of three-and-twenty but acted as brats, treating command as a chore, duty as a bore, and their loins as the only weapons in their arsenal. It was tiring. They didn’t even bother to attend mass now that mother was away.

“You will at least pretend to have manners Lincoln, Liam,” you say pointedly, “This is our sworn Lord, a man of great stature and worth. He deserves your respect.”

“Sounding like father more and more everyday Landon,” Liam says slouching into his chair, waving his hand about in disinterest, “Wanna go on about loyalty next? Or get caught in a loop about the late great Lord Earp?”

You can feel the vein on your forehead begin to pump with heat and take a great sigh to calm yourself, “You will do this.”

“Fine, fine,” they both respond in unison, though Lincoln adds, “Just don’t let ‘Justice Soar’ if he gets under your skin, yeah?”

Family is suffering you think to yourself, staring hard at the plate of food before you. They often mocked, your words, your manner, your Faith. They poked and prodded both you and every woman with a heart beat they could find. Arrogant, Honor-Bound, Ignoble they would call you, every time with a slight of malice. It was not jealousy you thought, merely cruelty for two men who took had everything from their elder brother. Though most often it was one word that bothered you the most.

Landon’s greatest Flaw?
>Arrogant
>Honor-Bound
>Ignoble

>>1719910
>>Honor-Bound

>>1719910
>Arrogant

>>1719910
I'd say, according to our backstory and everything, we're
>Honor-Bound
because of us killing Earp and everything, so we're trying to make up for it?

>>1719910
>Honor-Bound

>>1719910
>Honor-bound

>>1719910
>Ignoble

>>1719910
>>Honor-Bound
Seems to work best with our character. Also Op are you using another software to check the spelling/Grammar. Not to be rude but you seem to be missing a couple of words here and their.

>>1719853
This is close to what I was thinking for Landon, so we'll go with that.

>>1719731
I shall after this thread.

>>1719910
>>Honor-Bound

you forgot to spend five paragraphs describing the breakfast OP, are you sure you're cut out for a GoT quest?

>>1719966
God I love the food scenes. It's a shame Brian Jacques is dead, there might've still been hope for an epic crossover where all he and Martin do is explain how awesome the bacon is.

>>1719910
>Honor-Bound

>>1719910
>>Honor-Bound
and
>Ignoble

Do we have our coat of arms or the Star of the Seven on our shield?

>Honor Bound

Man our brothers are dicks.

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>>1720034
I don't think we chose one specifically, but there's a lot of options at the end of the last thread

my personal choice would be this one

>>1719910
>>Honor-Bound

>>1719910
>honor-bound
Maybe one of our personal goals should be getting our brothers to respect us
Seeing as were a zealot, we probably banned brothels which probably pissed them off

>>1720207
>Bro if i want to father a small army of brothers that is my business
>Landon cites the scriptures in response
>Brothers walks off pissed and plots to have us sent to the wall

Honor-Bound.

You lived by your Honor, those sworn vows as a Knight. But they twisted those words, called you short minded and limited. As if a life without Honor was worth living. Honor for the Seven. Honor for your family, for your House. Lord Emmerst’s fate was the greatest of their blows, that your Honor wasn’t worth shite if it could be used to justify the death of a your former Lord. It was not as twisted and contrived as they liked to think. Your Honor compelled you to the greater good, to the greater Lord, to things greater than yourself. Loyalty went hand and hand with Honor, and your were Honor-Bound to that loyalty to the Vale not to any man. Especially that which wasted your Honor on his prize fights.

The twins calm themselves, tucking into their food. Hard bread and fried eggs, thick slabs of bacon, lukewarm brown ale to wash it down. You were entitled to a few sausages of undescribed meat from the very back of the storerooms and goat cheese from the farmers of the neighboring villages. It was a modest meal simple and effective, you needn’t more, but a quick word to the kitchens in anticipation of higher tastes is made to assure your guests are fed decently.

You continue to break your fast in silence, thinking of small things. Maffew had been in your ear of late to hold court, it had been nearly five months since the last time you had the smallfolk that gathered at the foot of Whitestone Keep’s winding walkway grew by the day. Or so you were told, it had been more than a year and half since you last left the Keep, a Tourney in Grimarbor, one with a Melee that your arm and Faith had won. Those funds had paid for your food, ale, servants, everything to keep the Whitestone alive, but they dwindled ever faster with the day. The silver from your mines was profitable, but not as much as you would like, and with so few people to work it and the ever present threat of the Moon Swallows you found yourself with dust rather than dragons in your coffers. You prayed for deliverance, often, daily mayhaps. And every day it felt the same, worries to be shunted off until another day. But it burned your insides, ambition had helped you climbed to such heights as this, to stagnant now when all the name ‘Landon Grallner’ meant was the man who has a predisposition towards pushing fat Lords from their own towers was not good enough for you.

Burning thoughts are left to smolder with the arrival of Ser Michel the Sisterman, the second of the two Knights still in your employ. He had been a Hedge Knight, of, unsurprisingly, the Three Sisters. Knighted by a Lynderly after the Rebellion and taking up residence here in Whitestone Keep a year back after finding the vistas to his liking. He comes before the high seat, incling his head ever slightly, “M’lord- Er… Ser.”

“Ser Michel, report.”

“Ser,” he responds quickly, standing to attention, his helm under his arm, his cloak still wet with snow, “Lord Benedar Belmore sends his regards. He begs forgiveness for the surprise of the visit and requests you take no offense to his son and heir Ser Cador Belmore visitation.”

“He is forgiven,” you say with a nod, “Ser Cador?”

“Is in the foyer Ser,” Michel responds, “With ten men-at-arms and two Knights. The latter and him are freshening up before joining you.”

“Of course,” you say, not sure what else to say in this particular situation, your only real base of assumption was Lord Emmerst, and he wasn’t particularly well spoken or welcoming to unexpected visitors, especially Belmores.

Ser Michel leaves off with a salute and you shoo Lincoln and Liam off, before standing and taking place at the front of your seat. From the corner of your eye you see the young Wylla Earp and her handmaiden Jeyne Stone coming in from a side entrance, the former with the usual petulant look of rebellion fixed upon her face and the latter with one of exasperation. Jeyne brings the girl to your side, fixing her hair before leaning over, “I’m sorry for our delay m’lord. You know how she can be in the morn.”

“We have important guests Lady Jeyne.”

“I am aware m’lord,” she says with a sheepish tone, “I am sorry she has caused offense, the proper discipline will be taken.”

“I expect as much,” you respond straightening as the doors to the grand hall upon, a rush of cold air coming in and sweeping across your face. You were grateful to the thick beard that sat upon your cheeks for a moment before seeing him and all other thoughts leaving along with words.

Ser Cador Belmore was a handsome man, far moreso than his sire, the fat Lord Benedar. Still in his late twenties and his prime he looked every bit the part of the young Lordling. Barring one thing, the limp that accompanied him. From what you had been told he gained it from Lord Yohn Royce in a joust some years back. He could fight on it, ride on it, and generally exist but it still marred him and was a point to be well avoided in conversation. So said Maffew at least.

Ser Trevor Trant reaches you first and takes his place to your side, kneeling with you before Ser Cador, “Watch your eyes lad,” the elder Knight cautions, “Keep them level with his. You are not some mud covered wretch, you’re a Knight.”

You nod, appreciating the more experienced man's words, he was easily your best man, a knight of some forty odd years but with enough experience in wars and Lording to be of an undisputed value. The Stormlander had come into Lord Earp’s employ when he was but a man of twenty, and you a young lad. He rose quickly and was showered with praise and gift for his arm and worth to the Lord Emmerst. He won a hundred trails and one it was said, but lost one and it all came tumbling down. He was your predecessor as Lord Earp’s sword, the man that fought to resolve debt and gambles. And it always felt strange in the back of your mind that he among all had decided to stay in Whitestone Keep.

“Ser Landon Grallner, please rise,” Ser Cador says with easy smile and outstretched arm to help you from your knees, “Only you’d wear full bloody plate in the dead of winter.”

“It is my way, Ser Cador,” you respond with little thought and his smile only grows as he pulls you in for a rather uncomfortable and awkward hug. He breaks away with a pat upon your arm, “I trust your men will see to mine own, in need of food and drink, and likely rest. Having spent the night awake and alert.”

“Of course Ser,” you wave off your brothers to do the deed, rathering them far away from anything else that may involve speaking, “Please, take bread and salt and break your fast with me here.”

A serving boy brings the platters over and Ser Caodr breaks off a corner splitting it into three and giving his Knights their own pieces before dipping it in salt and taking his own bite, “A man of tradition still. My father respects that about you. A man who knows his place in this word and all that,” he rolls his eyes, “These fine gentlemen are my sworn swords, Ser Byren Belmore, a cousin, and Ser Artys Waynwood a dear friend.”

“It is my pleasure Sers,” you say while sweeping your arm, “Lady Wylla Earp, and my brothers Lincoln and Liam Grallner. And you have met Ser Trevor Trant, already.”

Ser Cador’s eyes linger upon the young girl for a while longer than she is comfortable with and her eyes are quickly drawn to the floor as he gives greetings to your incredibly small Household. He looks about a touch after and furrows his brow, before approaching you again and speaking word to ear.

“Ser Landon,” he starts with a pause, “I have matters to discuss with you, words of my father and that of mine own. If we may retire to a more private location?”

The hair on the back of your neck prickles and you look at the heir to Strong Song with a queer look only to be received by one of utmost seriousness.

>”Of course my Lord. We shall retire to the solar.”
>”I will beg your forgiveness my Lord but all matters of House are spoken here, I keep no secrets from my men.”

>”Of course my Lord. We shall retire to the solar.”


Seriously with this writing i am pretty sure that this is actually Father just doing a side quest to relax and get back in the mood

>>1720243
>”Of course my Lord. We shall retire to the solar.”

>>1720243
>”Of course my Lord. We shall retire to the solar.”

>>1720243
>>”Of course my Lord. We shall retire to the solar.”

>>1720243
>>”Of course my Lord. We shall retire to the solar.

>>1720243
>”Of course my Lord. We shall retire to the solar.”

>>1720263
Better not be a side quest we have too many pagans to kill and septs to build for a side quest.

>>1720313
We need money tho

>>1720327
Someone paying a huge dowry would probably help to get that.

>>1720327
Do well by the Gods and they'll do well by you.

>>1720327
we might find that the moon sparrows have some nice loot, and we can expand our mine with the survivors as labor

>>1720338
The Gods help those who help themselves

>>1720417
Find a wife whos father is stacked.

>>1720426
I'd rather a wife who's stacked

>>1720441
We must find one that has both then! A wealthy vale or riverlander with huuuuuge.... tracts of land.

>>1720455
I want a northern wife.....

>>1720546
bah, their cunts are as cold as their lands

a nice girl from the Reach is the obvious choice

>>1720556
>a nice girl from the Reach is the obvious choice
That can work they have great lands for farming and the pop for a army

>>1720570
>Thinking we're getting their lands
We are a knightly house no way in hell are we getting to marry a noble daughter who stands to inherit.

“Of course my Lord,” you say quickly, slightly taken aback by the seriousness in his eyes, “We shall retire to the solar. Please forgive the state of it. I hardly use it.”

“We are aware,” he responds stiffly. His two Knights peel off, taking places to find food and drink by the fires.

---

A servant brings you food to the poorly kept solar that once belonged to Lord Emmerst Earp. The place had fallen into such disuse the arms of his House still stood proudly upon the wall, something Maffew Shett is quick to rectify though he fails to take down the portrait of the family before he leaves off. There is a pile of unopened letters upon the oaken table, seals of wax left unbroken for however long it had been since you were last in here. Ser Cador sighs taking his seat with an effort and rubbing his lame leg for a moment for taking a bite of duck breast and sitting back to examine you.

Under the eye of the Strong Song heir you can feel a warmth spread throughout your body, perhaps not that of embarrassment, certainly not of anger, but mayhaps one of confusion born of unannounced scrutiny.

“My father is worried,” he starts between bites.

Your face screws up slightly and you look to the table for answers, “For what?” you manage out after a time.

Cador takes a swallow of wine and picks at his teeth before continuing, all the while allowing his eye to rest upon you, he waves his fork in the air, perhaps attempting to find proper word for a bannerman, “Your… How to say this… Your contentment. Your quiet. Your lack of wife. Lack of family, lands, incomes. Lack of bloody fucking all.”

You wince at his words, biting your own tongue, in this Household such cursing was banned, though it was an effective means to keep the servants in check around you it did little to nothing for your brother’s disposition or Lady Wylla’s.

“I provide my Lord with silver. And have sworn my arms to him,” you respond back staring at the pile of letters now, “That is my duty, and I honor such things. If I have displeased him.”

“You don’t know my father Landon,” Cador says with a chuckle, “There is little that doesn’t displease him.”

You search for words again, though only remember Ser Trant’s eyes trained upon his, not the floor not the table, you were the Knight of Whitestone Keep, act it. You look up and match his gaze, it was not hard as before he looked to struggle with his thoughts as well. He was a good man you bet, though not really as such things were an affront to the Seven, and one of the Faith if the seven pointed star upon his breast meant anything.

“I will speak to make amends,” you say with strength in your voice again.

“You had best,” he says with almost dismissal, “Lest he send me off here again unannounced to come down upon you like hammer on nail. The letters, half of them are from my father. Can you not read man?”

Your eyes shift a moment, a slight flinch upon your lip causes Ser Cador to sigh and sit back.

“I did not know. I am sorry if my matter offends. My father wishes to speak with you, whether it be letter or in person. He cares not. Just to speak. He asked me to check with your Maester but I am right in assuming you have none?”

“No, not one to speak of. I have Maffew Shett, my steward. Usually he takes my letters.”

“Does he not know his heraldry?”

“Not as well as I had thought,” you respond stiffly.

“Apparently not…” Cador takes another bite, “Get a Maester, Landon. Or learn your letters yourself.”

“I shall.”

“Are your people starving Ser Landon?”

“Not so much as I am aware my Lord.”

“The state of those docks would say otherwise. Half the population looks to be beggars, a quarter whores, but all ill-fed. I was surprised to see any so openly whoring in your domain Ser. We gave them some grain and ale from the ship’s stocks, but not enough to survive. Winter is an ill fated thing for the smallfolk, if you do not take care of their needs then during the spring there will be none to plant your crops.”

“I… I thank you my Lord,” you say, feeling guilty, it was your duty to feed these people. You hadn’t known it was so bad, Maffew should have said something to you. According to him the people were being sent the grain. Something began to sit poorly at the back of your mind.

“The state of your army my Lord?”

“Four hundred strong.”

He openly laughs at this, “They look men greener than gooseshit Ser Landon. At most you have a hundred good men. And your Knights?”

“Two, you met both.”

“One half in the twilight of his days and the other a commoner brought high by some bloody Lynderly.”

“Those are my men my Lord. They are good men.”

“And how are they faring against the Mountain Clans, hm?” Ser Cador says with a shift in tone, sitting forward, “Do you run patrols? Scout the area? Do you keep them from your smallfolk’s homes and your mines?”

“To the best of my ability, yes,” you say almost a tinge of anger upon it, “It is my duty. I am honor-bound to these things.”

“Horse shit,” Cador responds sternly, “Do you know why I had my men awake at all hours this night? Why they look half dead? As soon as I had crossed into your territory Mountain Clans attacked. An ambush. We have one in the brig upon my ship. A crescent moon carved on his forehead. We know these are Moon Swallows Ser Landon, Lord Earp had fought them for years and upon more than one occasion begged our aid to little avail as I’m sure you know.”

You sit back, mind blank, jaw hanging loose. Honor meant shite if you didn’t do your duty.

“Did… Did you have casualties?”

“Aye. My squire, Ser Bryen’s son, a boy of ten. The man blames you.”

And for that I do not blame him you catch yourself thinking, “Seven be good. I heard nothing of this. My men patrol and bring reports every day. I… I should have known there was an attack.”

“And this is where my concern comes in Landon,” Cador says, “My father thinks you a lunk, a sword to be pointed and told whom to kill. You are not more than a tool to him. And if a tool becomes rusty, broken?”

“You replace it.”

“See, knew you weren’t that thick in the skull. My father wishes to see you, to berate you far worse than I have, doubly so once he learns of our kin’s death. But I do not believe all of these things are your fault. I believe you have someone in your Household speaking to do damage to your reputation. Who seeks more than his station. A loyalist perhaps, an Earp holdout. Surely you realize you have enemies?”

In truth you hadn’t, Whitestone Keep was your sanctuary, you trusted the people here, even your brothers for all they were worth. It hadn’t ever occurred to you that someone would be so willing to exploit your nature and sabotage your House from within. Your stomach churned, how much had you missed? Had the Seven’s light left your home?

Cador sees the turmoil in your eyes and knows your answer, “I see… You pray, every day Landon. I know this, I know you, from the Rebellion. Even when we were marching into the Riverlands you prayed. I believe in the Faith as strongly as you do. But a man who only prayers sits upon his hands and is deaf to the world. Surround yourself in Faith, yes. But do not allow it to blind you. The game is not won by men who do not help themselves, nor are they blessed by good fortune by the Seven.”

“I… I understand,” you respond slowly, with unsure word.

Ser Cador sighs and runs his hand through his hair, “You need to hold court again Landon. Your people have begun to show up at Strong Song. My father isn’t pleased by it either. He sent some gifts, some things to make you look more the Knight of Whitestone Keep. Clothes, tunics and breeches that don’t just go underneath your plate. Will you please change into them and hold court by luncheon? I will be by your side through this, to answer the questions that my Lord Father would normally need to. Can you do this thing for me Landon? A small step of atonement, to right the wrongs.”

>”Yes my Lord. It is my duty to walk this path of atonement.”
>”No my Lord. My House suffers a saboteur. They must be dealt with.”

>Any question for Ser Cador Belmore? Doesn’t have to be related to what he has told you, just general questions.

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>>1720603
>>”Yes my Lord. It is my duty to walk this path of atonement.”
we are obviously not getting the full truth about our lands. We had better start by hearing our smallfolk and we can seek out the saboteur afterwards

>>1720603
>”Yes my Lord. It is my duty to walk this path of atonement.”
>"My lord, after I hold court may I speak to the Clansman you captured?
Shits gone real bad time to put our nose to the ground and start taking care of some problems.

>>1720603
>>”Yes my Lord. It is my duty to walk this path of atonement.”

>>1720603
>>”Yes my Lord. It is my duty to walk this path of atonement.”

>Drawback
>Nemesis
This guy sure as shit isn't wasting any time.

>>1720650
It has to be either Maffew or at least someone giving him info.

>>1720603
>”Yes my Lord. It is my duty to walk this path of atonement.”

The saboteur? It's our Steward, he's fallen for Lady Earp, we should kill him.

>>1720642
>"My lord, after I hold court may I speak to the Clansman you captured?

"I did not bring him here for nothing Ser Landon. I would expect as much. But only speaking, are we clear?"

"How do you mean?"

"As in speaking in the strictest sense. Nothing that falls into that gray area between speaking and..."

You frown deeply, "Torture is an affront to the Faith. I wouldn't dream of it, my Lord I assure you."

"As you say Ser," he responds picking at his teeth again.

>>1720682
>he's fallen for Lady Earp
A nine-year-old?

>>1720603
>”Yes my Lord. It is my duty to walk this path of atonement.”

>>1720692
>pedophilia is impossible

>>1720682
All of the faithful are to be given a trial either by court or combat so we can't just execute them without proof.

>>1720692
>A nine-year-old
My uncle Paul of house Hargus says differently

>>1720603

Shit, our lands are a mess. I think we should prioritize restoring law and order first. Its the one with the simplest solution. The traitor is likely involve in the disappearance of the grain, if we find the grain we should find the traitor.

>>1720724
Visit our farms, granaries and markets, see where the grain gets lost.

>>1720724
How would you explain Maffew not telling us about Belmore? If he should know any heraldry it should be the heraldry of his liege lord. Especially if he served Earp before us.

>>1720732
>markets

We don't have a market...

>>1720771
Well, where ever people buy their bread.

>>1720776
So the baker. Depending on the peasants they could make their own bread, but the baker would be the peasant that has the best ovens for the job

Our brothers need to step up and step up fast
We can trust no one but our own blood at this point
Could be anyone, even ser trant

>>1720811
Can't even put it past them, they might be hoping we get the axe so they can inherit. Though not trusting our brothers might be OOC.

>>1720837
Our brothers are irresponsible but not cruel or evil.

>>1720768

Three possibilities: he is being lax/incompetent, he is overwork or he is the traitor or is being use by the traitor.

Note the early exchange with him
>"The Belmores sent no word?”
>“Not anymore than they usually do these days,” Maffew responds

As a cousin to an actual noble house he is likely resentful of our elevation.

>>1720856
Considering he is also in charge of our grain he should be out first suspect, though I doubt he is skilled enough to be doing all this himself. Someone has to be falsifying the reports of raids so one of our commanders might be involved too.

We gather our knights, our steward, and all other senior members of the house and reveal that there's a traitor and they're in this very room, we smoke 'em out with fear.

>>1720865
That won't do shit
That just makes the situation worse and gives them more power

Well regardless of what we do about the spy we have to make penance to our people. So lets walk from the old port to the castle in just a woolen tunic during a snow fall.

>>1720882
Or they panic after we end the session and reveal themselves, it's classic.

>>1720863

My idea is to check things ourselves and then see if we catch him in a lie. Tell him we are going to do a patrol or hunt clansmen while in true follow up the grain trail. We come back ask him a few questions about the grain see if tries to deceive us.

“Yes my Lord. It is my duty to walk this path of atonement.”

Ser Cador sighs, resting his chin on his knuckles, “I curse the Septon that taught you to speak like the old scriptures,” you go to respond but are cut off, “Yes, yes I know. I beg forgiveness, the Septon is a holy and good man. My apologies, my words were not meant for offense.”

Again you find yourself frowning, the processes of your mind not quite as fast as you wished them. In battle it was as if you were another man, a sword guided by his father, mind never stopping for every detail. Angle your shield this way, take the brunt of that swing here, thrust your sword there. It was the game you were use to, welcomed. But here, in your castle? It felt a mess. Things were not as plan as a man in suited iron attempting to kill you, no these things loomed in shadows where you did not seek to look lest you lose the Light of your Faith.

“Servant, have my men bring up the gifts my father sent for Ser Landon,” Cador yells to the door, a muffled response and the shuffling of feet is heard in response and you fix him with yet another queer look.

“Your father is displeased with me, yet sends gifts?”

“My father doesn’t wish for his bannermen to look like commoners. Remember the last time you came to Strong Song? What you wore?”

“My armour?”

“Well. Yes, but otherwise?”

“My… Ah… Yes.”

“Half the room was confused as to how a common born man in brown and gray managed a seat at the high table. He wished you better garbed for you visit next month. Seven only knows how far your ambitions go Landon but I expected a man of your pride to be better dressed...”

“Next month?”

“My father is a demanding man, after what I have discovered here… Let’s just say he will wish to see you sooner rather than later.”

A knock on the door interrupts your conversation and a young boy in green and black enters with three boxes, two of a medium size, and a third large enough to unbalance him.

“Thank you Parwyn,” Ser Cador says, picking the three boxes from his hands and placing them carefully before you, “You may stay. We will need your aid in assisting Ser Landon here out of his armour. Be mindful, Landon is incredibly particular.”

“Yes my Lord,” the boy says with a stiff and practiced nod.

“Go on then, two smaller ones, aye? About three sets, pick out what you like and we’ll get you all set.”

“I don’t think I need-”

“The help? Seven be good Landon you’re a Knight, he’s a squire. You’ll let the boy help.”

“Of course, my Lord.”

Parwyn’s hands are deft and well practiced, he listens attentively to your words and is quick to care for the placement of your plate upon the manikin. He helps you pick out a tunic of royal blue with golden thread and silver detail, a griffon is sewn upon the breast and it takes you a moment to realize that Lord Benedar had put a fair deal of money into this. He expected a proper response. Maffew would need to pen a letter for you.

You return a moment later, buttoning the cuffs of your new tunic and getting a feel for the lighter wear, you almost felt like every movement needed to be held back, so use to your plate weighing you down. Ser Cador looks up and you and grins with approval, he bites his thumb and looks you over a moment.

“There’s the handsome young Knight half the bloody castle was pinning over when you stayed in Strong Song,” he approaches and adjusts bits and pieces of the wear to his liking, “I see you kept Lord Earp’s bedwarmer about. Lady Jeyne was it? Ever..?”

Sighing and looking away you say, “No. It is an affront.”

“Chaste and handsome. True Knight there, stories told about your sort,” he says with a laugh. You had forgotten Cador’s demeanour over the years. He was a friend for certain, but his moods shifted wildly like mountain winds. He coughs, “Mind if I..?”

“As is your pleasure my Lord.”

“She certainly would be,” he says under his breath and steps back to look you over again with an approving look, “Just… Just missing one thing.”

Cador turns back to the large box and opens it with a quick flick, he pulls from it a cloak of royal blue, the edges and interior lined with white fur, a mantle that looks very much so like that of an animal you had never encountered in your life is as white as snow, the gold of threads that bring it all together shine as if they were strung of the thinnest golden links.

“White tiger, from Essos,” he says petting the fur, “Afraid griffons don’t exist so I’m sure this will do. Consider it an anniversary gift from me.”

As he slings it over your shoulders and fastens it in place you feel the warmth it brings immediately but still shake your head in confusion, “What anniversary?”

“Why your fifth, since you became the Knight of Whitestone Keep, Landon.”

Five years. Five years you have sat idle. Content to subsist off of winnings from melees long past and memories of past deeds defining your person. Seven be good you were hardly any better than the Gray Lord to the west, though with sliver of the goods and wealth to show for it. Your old friend pats your shoulder and nods, approving of your visage. But your mind felt drained. Had your ambitions been forgotten in prayer? Or were the Seven telling you something with the state of your world now laid before you?

---

“Quiet in the hall!” Maffew Shett calls, attempting to bring order to the assembled mass of smallfolk about the hall. Though to little avail.

“MY LORD DEMANDS QUIET!” Ser Cador bellows from behind you to much greater effect. He loomed as a shadow might over your high seat. The chair felt warmer than usual, perhaps it was the cloak you could not say for certain though.

“Thank you Ser Cador Belmore,” Maffew says with a stutter in his voice, “Ser Landon Grallner of Whitestone Keep shall hold court until this afternoon. You will be given limited time to give your claims and will take your results as they are set down. As this is understood may the first take the pedestal.”

Who do you see first?
>The Knight Errant
>The Goat Farmers
>The Gaoler
>The Drunken Septon
>The Waynwood Knight

Nothing get anons talking more than a good betrayal.

>>1720896
Reminder, There's most likely someone bigger calling the shots, and it may take awhile to find all the evidence we need just by ourselves
We need people we know we can trust
The only people we can truely trust is our brothers
They may be dicks but they have to learn at some point

>>1720931
>>The Drunken Septon
A man of faith always comes first, especially one who has lost his way from the gods.

>>1720931
>>The Waynwood Knight

>>1720931
>The Waynwood Knight

>>1720931

>The Waynwood Knight
>The Gaoler
>The Goat Farmers
>The Knight Errant
>The Drunken Septon

In that order and discreetly order someone to give lots of water to the Drunken Septon. With luck he will come down from it when we get to him.

>>1720931
>The Drunken Septon
A fallen priest needs an outstretched hand.

>Lady Waynewood


Good Seven protect us.

>>1720931
>The Knight Errant

>>1720931
>>>The Drunken Septon

>>1720931
>Waynewood knight
>galor
>knight errant
>goat farmers
>septon
Order some servants to take the septon to the side and clean him up, make sure he drinks lost of water
A man of the faith should not disgrace himself like this

>>1720931
>>The Drunken Septon

>>1720931
>>The Goat Farmers

>>1721012
>>1720982
>>1720972
>>1720954

I know we take the faith very seriously and normally he would go first or second, but we should try to sober him up before he makes an scene. For his sake and ours.

Alright we'll talk to the Waynwood Knight first. And discreetly have the septon cleaned up. At least somewhat.

Ser Artys Waynwood comes to the pedestal first, a thing that surprises you and you cast a glance back at Cador in confusion who merely smiles in response.

“Ser Grallner, if I may introduce myself. I am Ser Artys Waynwood of Ironoaks. I swear my sword to Ser Cador Belmore but my ties to my House are not forgotten in this.”

He pauses, the rest of the crowd is silent and seems to be as equally confused as you are, “Yes..? And?”

“Lady Anya Waynwood sent me a letter, and my younger brother. Parwyn, who I am sure you have met already. The letter, is an invitation to a Tourney in a year's time, Lady Waynwood’s youngest daughter Alyssa will come of an age and in her honor the Tourney shall be for her hand. We understand you are a man of some skill at arms and unmarried yet. It is my Lady’s sincerest hope you will attend and honor her daughter’s blossoming womanhood. Only the best and most noble of Knights are receiving this invitation, I do hope you understand.”

The crowd murmurs and your brothers cast you a look of mischief. And before you begin to speak Ser Artys continues.

“I am to return with a response. But I do not come here only for this. Parwyn has been a squire in Ironoaks for far too long. Both my Lady and I have it would be for the best if he were to squire elsewhere for awhile, somewhere with strength of Faith and strong martial discipline. I will admit, Whitestone Keep was not my first. Particularly so after what happened to the Belmore boy upon your lands. But it is at the request of my Lady that Parwyn be squired here. Though it is at mine you make a solemn vow to me, right here, right now that no harm shall become of him upon your lands. If you will, I shall leave the boy in your care.”

This time it seems he is actually finished talking, as he stands straight and crosses his hands behind his back. His lip does tremble a touch, he rehearsed his lines, as you had often before. The sweat upon his brow gave it away but only because you knew the feeling.

The Waynwood Tourney:
>Accept the Invitation
>Decline

Parwyn Waynwood
>Make the vow
>Do not, declining his services as squire

>>1721079
>Accept the Invitation

>Make the vow

A squire will do us good.

>>1721079
>Accept the Invitation
Most likely we don't win but, we could get some fame, glory, and prize money.

>Alyssa
What does she look like?

Parwyn Waynwood
>Make the vow

>>1721079
Accept
Make vow

Oh look anons from the wiki

>House Waynwood of Ironoaks is a noble house from Ironoaks in the Vale. They are one of the great noble families sworn to House Arryn. They are known for their insistence on ceremony

>>1721079
>>Accept the Invitation
>Make the vow

>>1721079
>Accept the Invitation
>Make the vow to the Gods
Both good options for us.

>>1721079
>accept both

>>1721079
>accept the inventation
Even if the joust is for her hand, we could face off with bronze yhon in the melee
If its the melee for her hand, we go hard on that shit
>make the vow
No reason not too

>>1721093
If she is anything like her mother we are in for a treat. A very exhausting treat

>>1721093
>What does she look like?
Artys and Parwyn would explain her as comely.

Breanne Hill would be a good analogue.

>>1721125
But how pious is she?

>>1721079
>>Accept the Invitation
if nothing else, the prize for winning could help fill our coffers and fund the restoration of our port

>Make the vow

>>1721125
>Breanne Hill
I agree that we need to win

>>1721135
Our dick will make her more pious

>>1721142
>Having sex for anything but procreation
What would the Mother think anon?

>>1721135
She was raised by Lady Anya Waynwood, an incredibly pious and traditional woman herself. Alyssa is the very model of a good Westerosi wife.

This is all OOC knowledge, however. Landon has zero idea about any of this.

>>1721157
One can only wonder if she has inherited her mothers "appetite"

>>1721151
>What would the Mother think anon?
Anon, I never say to put it in her ass. It's going to for procreation until a baby is made

>>1721167

>her mothers "appetite"

Pretty sure she is describe as noble and dignify lady. What are you talking about?

>>1721227
I could had sworn there were a Waynewood who was rather active in the bed and it was a common joke that her husband had killed himself to get away from her. Must have mixed her up with someone

“Lady Waynwood honors me with such invitation and request. Tell Lady Waynwood I will accept her invitation. With vigor in fact.”

“Might be best to leave that last bit out,” Cador says under his breath with a cough.

“She will be glad to hear it Ser,” he says with a quick nod.

“And this vow. I will make it.”

You stand, and descend from your high seat, taking practiced knee before Ser Artys, sword laid out before the two of you. With eyes upon his own you say, “It is my most solemn vow, before the eyes and ears of man and in the presence of the Light of the Seven that no harm shall befall your brother, Parwyn Waynwood, while he is under my care and upon my lands as my squire.”

Ser Artys looks to Cador who merely gives him a nod, “Thank you Ser Landon. Tales of your chivalry and adherence to the Faith deserve the equal time those of your past deeds have had. I place Parwyn under your care and guidance. I do not hope to regret it.”

“You shan’t.”

Ser Artys leaves off the pedestal and the crowd begins to clamor again. As you rise Parwyn comes over from beside his elder brother and offers you a hand, you draw him close and whisper, “As your first duty as my squire I want you to go to the men guarding the Septon. Have them take him to the side room, and clean him up. This is a House of the Faith, we will not allow a holy man to disgrace himself upon these halls, is this understood?”

“Yes Ser,” he says before rushing off in a discreet matter. The boy was well practiced at least.

“Excellent way to start Landon,” Cador remarks as you take your seat again, “Holding court is all about appearances. The smallfolk like to see that a Lord is humble and just. That he takes care for his word and respects those deserving of respect.”

The day in contrast within your own mind feels horribly taxing. You’d rather be in the yard.

Who to see next?
>The Knight Errant
>The Goat Farmers
>The Gaoler

>>1721227
Iron and Hate had a bit of a different characterization of Lady Anya Waynwood than your usual fare.

>>1721249

That was a Royce, lady Waynewood is a image of nobility. But she has lots of sons and daughters so there is that.

>>1721260
>The Goat Farmers

>>1721268
Ohh right, I misremembered then.

>>1721260
>>The Goat Farmers

>>1721260
>The Goat Farmers

>>1721260
>The Goat Farmers

>>1721260
>The Goat Farmers

>>1721260
>>The Goat Farmers

>>1721293
>>1721288
>>1721287
>>1721284
>>1721282
>>1721272
>They are coming to complain that our dragon is killing their livestock

>>1721306
Well dragons are an affront to the faith so we shall kill the beast

>>1721306
>Our diplomacy is less than 12
Shit guess we have to take the increased revolt risk I guess.

“Fredrick and Dereck of the village to the north, may approach.”

The crowd silences as two men approach, elders it looked like, clothed in goat pelts with a bundle of pelts by their side.

“You may speak.”

“M’lord. I am Dereck, elder of the village, this is Fredrick my son, come bearing gifts as is our village’s custom. Pelts of goat, goat’s milk and cheese. We hope your men appreciate the warmth and food.”

“I am certain they will elder. You have my thanks. Is there something I can do for you?”

“My daughter is gone,” Fredrick says with a rise in his voice, a hand raised by his father silences his voice but not the glowing anger upon his face.

“M’lord, our village was once under the protection of House Earp of this castle. His men would patrol through our lands, and protect our people. We do not seek to understand the death of this man or how we came to be under no man’s protection but it is not something we wish to continue.”

Cador sniffs and speaks, “These men that took your daughter, were they Moon Swallows? Clansmen?”

“We believe as such m’lord,” he replies in slow voice, “The crescent moons they carve are present upon our goats and trees.”

Cador leans down into your ear, “My father attempted to take those lands after the Rebellion, but with no central post of command and being so remote he had trouble holding it. Not to mention House Badics and Corbray making attempts upon it.”

“Why was I not given these lands?”

Your old friend shifts uncomfortably, “A tale for another time, yes? But an opportunity this is. Your people need food, these people need protection, everybody needs the Moon Swallows gone.”

“What is your request elder?” you ask.

“We wish to swear ourselves to Whitestone Keep once more. But only once the Moon Swallows are gone, my family is safe and whole, and we can rely upon House Grallner to protect us. We need protection immediately lest we lose more of herd and families.”

>What do you wish to do?

The domain to the north is considered a Hills (Ruin), thus costing 10 Lands with an additional 10 Wealth cost for the Estate Holding Animal Husbandry (Goats). It is possible to outright purchase this land and bring it into your fold but proactive actions will lower these costs to a more manageable number.

>>1721379
Send scouts and patrols out. Try locate their camp site and protect what we can.

>>1721379
>>What do you wish to do?
The people need the pelts, milk, and cheese more than we do. Let them keep the gifts for their village.

>Send scouts and patrols out. Try locate their camp site and protect what we can.
Our Trained men

>>1721379
Sends scouts out to try and figure out where the Moon Swallows camp is with the intent to sack it and kill the bloody clansmen. Give the gifts these men gave us to the peasants as part of our atonement for what we've done.

>>1721408
Our ladder is almost empty

>>1721435
And we weren't attentive to our peasants and their needs breaking our vow of lordship and knighthood. Starving a little bit is just punishment.

>>1721379
we shall have our best tracker join them on their journey home. He shall seek out the Moon Swallows, find their hideaway, and report back to us. We can formulate a plan of attack once we know what we're facing

>>1721379
Include the village in our patrols immediately, having them escort the elders back so they can gain a better understanding of the land from the native people.

Definitely give the gifts to the smallfolk.

We shall eat with temperance as a penace.

>>1721379
Include the village in our patrols, arrange a visit by either us our one of our knights.
Give the gifts to our smallfolk down at the docks, these people would not have starved themselves when they came, but we know the docks need food.

Alright, it definitely looks like we're in favor of sending patrols out that way, I like the idea of having them escort the elders back. That'll give them some bonuses when tracking.

Question is, who would we like to send? Here is your current military strength:
>Asher Harp's Castle Bowmen (Green Archers) - Guarding the Silver Mine
>Marston's Irregulars (Green Scouts) - In Whitestone Keep, regularly patrols near the river
>Lincoln and Liam's First Regiment (Trained Infantry) - Guarding Whitestone Keep
>Ser Trevor Trant's Heavy Cavalrymen (Trained Cavalry) - Guarding Whitestone Keep, guards shipments of silver from the mine and to the docks

Popular option seems to be to give the pelts and food to the local smallfolk. Very good idea. The smallfolk shall be happy and it will a confer a +1 bonus to Population the next time you chose to increase it during House Fortunes.

>>1721497
>>Marston's Irregulars (Green Scouts) - In Whitestone Keep, regularly patrols near the river
And while doing that, send our Trained infantry to patrol near the river,

>>1721504
This. The scouts will be more effective than any of our other troops

>>1721497
>Marston's Irregulars (Green Scouts

And send
>Lincoln and Liam's First Regiment (Trained Infantry)

To patrol the river

>>1721504
This

>>1721504
I'll support this

>>1721497
>>Lincoln and Liam's First Regiment (Trained Infantry) - Guarding Whitestone Keep
cavalrymen are fine for walking walls, and are better as guards for our silver caravans

Next time we buy troops(which is gonna be a long time, we have a lot that needs to be done), I'd say a group of heavy infantry from the homebrew would be good

Looks like Marston's Irregulars will be accompanying the elders home and Liam and Lincoln will begin to split time between defending the castle and patrolling the river. A good decision.

The trip to and fro takes about 3 days with the elder's help, without it would be about 5 days. A wagon heavy with goods would take 7 days. Without any sort of maintained road or path the journey can be difficult, a good thing your scouts know the area well.

>>1721569
>Without any sort of maintained road or path the journey can be difficult, a good thing your scouts know the area well.

Any prisoners we take can be put to work to fix that issue.

>>1721569
The scouts are also going to be searching for the camp right?

>>1721591
Marston's Irregulars will survive dual purpose.

1. They will patrol the new route from Whitestone Keep to the goat village.
2. Marston and his better men will search for the camp in secret. It is likely he'll be gone for a few weeks doing this.

“Maffew have the goods the Elder’s so kindly gifted us distributed to the smallfolk by the docks. They are in far more need than the Keep.”

The voices in the hall clamor for a bit, a hand of happiness upon their lips before Maffew waves them down, he silently marks something on his scroll you obviously cannot read and nods with a smile, “It will be done Ser.”

“And Elders, I understand your plight, as the Moon Swallows have become a problem for my people as well. My trusted man Marston shall accompany you back to your village, and my men shall establish a patrol between Whitestone Keep and your village. So your people may feel assured travel to and fro is safe and that they may sleep easier with Grallner men protecting them.”

“And of my daughter?”

“Marston, my best tracker will take the best of his men and find the Moon Swallows camp, elder,” you respond cooly, “Once it is discovered my men will come in force to rout them and free your daughter. I so vow, elder.”

“My family will hold you to such vows m’lord,” Dereck says, bowing his head deeply, “My people are thankful. Seven watch over you and your men in this task.”

“And may the Seven deliver us from the plague that is the Moon Swallows.”

“Amen.”

The elders leave the pedestal and the crowd murmurs with interest as Maffew attempts to find the next to take the stand.

“My father would have kept the goods and put the goat farmers under heel,” Cador remarks, “You did a good thing for your people Landon. You do not forget where you came from and what penance you owe, that is honorable.”

“Thank you Cador.”

“Are you certain your Scouts are up to this though? From what I saw…”

“I will make sure of it,” you say with strength in your voice, “Not another child shall die under my watch.”

“As you say Landon, just know that House Belmore is able to help, in whatever you need.”

Parwyn has managed to quietly take his place by the side of your high seat, Benny is giving him a good once over and the boy looks excited by the prospect of having a dog about to play with. You almost crack a smile, knowing Benny will enjoy the company but instead turn to Parwyn with a look to which he responds, “It is done my Lord. The Septon should be sober by the time the next speaker is done.”

“A good lad,” Cador says with a laugh.

Who to see next?
>The Knight Errant
>The Gaoler

>>1721651
>The Knight Errant

>>1721651
>The Knight Errant
Lets hear what he has too say.

>>1721651
>>The Knight Errant

>>1721651
>>The Knight Errant

>>1721651
>>The Knight Errant

>>1721651
Knight Errant. We've handled the Noble, and our own people. Prisoners will be prisoners till we say so, a prickly knight won't be patient forever.

“Ser Gerold Stone, you may approach.”

“Oh Seven Hells.”

You flash Cador a look and he waves you off.

“Yes yes, beg my forgiveness. Though I am certain this one won’t be so quick to do so.”

Before you stands a bastard, a bastard of the Vale. A man born of lust and sin. You employed only one bastard in your Household, Jeyne Stone. Though that situation was far more complicated than you’d rather admit. The bastard is dressed in brigandine, an empty scabbard upon his hip tells you he is at least mostly unarmed, never know with these treacherous types.

He nods to you a half cocked smile upon his face, “Milord Grallner. I am Gerold Stone, though you already knew that. Ain’t never had me name heralded with such manner before.”

You lick your lips, and fold fingers together, you can feel Cador becoming tense behind you, “Say your piece, Stone,” you say with cold voice.

The man looks taken aback, though it is a feigned emotion as he looks about the crowd for support, “Well that ain’t no manner to speak to family, is it?”

“You are no family of mine Stone,” you snap back, “My family does not produce bastards, as we are men of the Faith.”

He scoffs at you, and leans upon the pedestal, “Not what the whores down by the docks be saying.”

Your voice is a low growl, “Do you wish to be removed, Stone?”

He stands up straight, shrugging slightly, palms raised open handed, “No milord, merely came to call upon a cousin. See things not been so great for me side of the family. Bein’ the only one left an all. Now me gransire did give me an item of note, the pommel of-”

The moment he goes to reach for his pocket, Pate and Grant of the First Regiment go for their sword belts.

“Ah ah, calm yer bloody tits,” he says waggling his free hand, “It’s a gift, for the Knight of Whitestone Keep,” he produces a rounded bit of iron, “Pommel of an old family sword. Lost to time to be certain milord but here, the pommel remains, still has a few of the gold flakes on the griffon and erryting. My gransire use to say we were born of a great Order of Knights that history had forgotten. The last Knight-Commander of which was a Grallner, our common relative.”

You scoff at the man, “Have you any proof?”

“Not much more than me word and the old stories me grandsire would tell, milord.”

You cast a glance back at Cador who merely shrugs, “Happens to us all. Just last week my father had a “long lost grand uncle” appear out of nowhere. He ended in the gallow’s the next day. I am not to say what you do with this man.”

What to do with Ser Gerold Stone?
>Seize his possessions and imprison him, impersonating the family of a Noble House was a punishable crime
>Send him on his way and forbid him from your lands and keep again
>Hear these stories and have a look at the pommel yourself

>>1721806
>Seize his possessions and imprison him, impersonating the family of a Noble House was a punishable crime

>>1721806
>Seize his possessions and imprison him, impersonating the family of a Noble House was a punishable crime
>Tell him he will have his choice of trial by court or combat as all men get.
Bastards, can't trust em.

>>1721806
>>Hear these stories and have a look at the pommel yourself

>>1721806
>>Seize his possessions and imprison him, impersonating the family of a Noble House was a punishable crime

>>1721806
>>Send him on his way and forbid him from your lands and keep again
maybe let him know that House Grallner is likely younger than his grandsire

>>1721824
This. He'll choose combat, due to his looks. Then, if he's telling the truth, the Warrior will surely protect him. And if he isn't, a demonstration of justice will be seen, a strong statement.

>>1721806
>Hear these stories and have a look at the pommel yourself

Then throw him out.

>>1721806
>Seize his possessions and imprison him, impersonating the family of a Noble House was a punishable crime
Fucking bastards.

>>1721842
Even then all not trials by combat are to the death so if he truly is innocent the gods will send us a sign and if not then he deserves his punishment.

>>1721842
Yeah I'll support this.

I'm super digging on how colored Landon's point of view is by his faith. It's a fresh take.

>>1721842
>>1721806
>>1721824
Supporting
Either trial by court or combat

So it looks like we're going to go with the first option of jailing the man.

But conducting a trial is not something I thought of. So we'll have to vote on it.

>Give the man a trial for his crimes
>Allow him to rot in the dungeons

>>1721913
Give him a trial, but he can wait in the dungeon till our business today is finished.

>>1721913
>>Give the man a trial for his crimes
All men of the faith should be given a trial no matter how cursed they are.

>>1721913
>>Give the man a trial for his crimes

>>1721913
>Allow him to rot in the dungeons

If he wish for a trial he can call for one.

>>1721824
Supporting this.

>>1721895
Agreed, its very interesting.

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>>1721913
>>Give the man a trial for his crimes
he'll wait for us to be finished with the rest of our business

>>1721895
Its fun to play a character like this where we're going to be making choices that are not smart but are based on what we believe.

“Ser Trevor Trant, Ser Michel seize this man.”

He gives you a queer look and attempts to back away until he bumps into Grant and Pate with their swords half drawn already, “Milord you must be misunderstandin, I’m kin, distant as it may be, but kin with a story to tell!”

You stand and stare the man down with cold unfeeling eyes, “Stone, you are under arrest by my authority as the Knight of Whitestone Keep. The impersonation of the family of any Noble House is a punishable crime.”

“I’m- Wait, what? Milord I’m your kin. A bastard sure, call me what you like, but I ain’t impersonating anyone- ‘Ey get your bloody hands off me!”

“Ser you will be given fair trial upon the morrow,” Ser Trevor says, “Resist and you will not fare well.”

“Bloody fuckin’ hells, you’re a god damned madman Grallner! Wot, planning on throwing me from me tower like Lord Earp are ya? Huh!?” he cocks back his arm and goes to throw the pommel, though it is swatted down mid throw by Grant grabbing the arm and wrestling him to the ground. The crowd is agasp, your brothers are even up in arms, Lincoln going to the fallen pommel and stashing the thing in a side pouch. Stone continues to curse at you as he’s dragged from the great hall until a quick crack upon the side of the head from Ser Michel knocks him unconscious and he’s dragged to the jail cells beneath the castle.

“That went about as well as I had imagined it would,” Cador says pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I do not suffer bastards in my Household Cador, you know this.”

“I am aware, one of my best men awaits upon the ship because of it,” he says with a sigh, “No matter though. This is your House, your Keep. The Seven will shine upon the party in the right upon the morrow I am certain.”

“As am I.”

Maffew gets some semblance of order from the crowd again and looks to you to be certain he may call the next person to take the stand.

>The Gaoler
>The Sobered Up Septon

>>1721981
>>The Gaoler

>>1721981
>The Gaoler
We just gave him more work so he can go next.

>>1721981
>“I do not suffer bastards in my Household Cador, you know this.”
I love how dedicated we are to principle. It will get 100% get us into trouble, but its a great perspective.

>The Gaoler

>>1721981
>The Sobered Up Septon

>>1721981
>>The Sobered Up Septon

>>1721981
>>The Gaoler
We should pay him a private visit in the dungeons after this to see what he had to say

>>1721981
>The Sobered Up Septon
Time to see a priest. Also, Make sure Lincoln gives us that pommel. If the man is proven innocent, it will be returned.

>>1722002
Just you wait until we go to war with a bunch of islands filled with heretics and pirates.

>>1721981
>>The Gaoler

>>1722002
Can you imagine what would happen if Landon failed a seduction roll and ended up fathering a bastard ?

>>1722078
Either marry the woman or go to his Septon and beg for some crazy penance he could do.

“Winston, Chief Gaoler of Whitestone Keep, you may take the stand.”

“Afternoon milord, afraid I haven’t had much time to come up and visit as of late. Been keeping mighty busy.”

“With what pray tell?” you ask of him.

“The cells be overflowing milord. Petty crimes most like, small things, but we gots an overabundance of those with major crimes. Use to be we’d ship ‘em off to the Wall. But Ser Cyrol saw to the end of that.”

“What did my Uncle do?”

“Forbade me from sending the rapers, the poachers, the ill folk up to the Wall. Said we was turning the honor of the thing into pigshite. Ask me, already been. But that’s neither here nor there, aye? But we hasn’t had a Recruiter come by in a year now.”

Ser Cador speaks, “Do you execute such men?”

“Not without me Lord’s permissions.”

“So you’ve been keeping them down there, to rot and die while wasting resources that could be better spent on the smallfolk?”

The gaoler pauses and scratches at his pot belly, “With all dues respect milord. I don’t do nothin without milords permissions. And he ain’t exactly been in a listenin mood of late, if you catch me meaning.”

“Who are the worst offenders?” you ask.

“Pair of brothers. Poachers, multiple offenses. Rapist, sodomized some young lad and left ‘em for dead down by the docks. Turncloak, use to be a Scout from what I reckon, got caughts dropping maps out in the forest.”

“Did you know of the last?” Cador whispers in your ear.

“I did not,” you respond through gritted teeth.

“In all truth and honesty milord. I’m merely askin you for leave to execute a few. And send a letter up to the Wall. You the Lord here, not Cyrol, as far as I’m understandin at least.”

What to do with your overabundance of prisoners?

Send a letter to the Wall, asking for a recruiter to come your way:
>Yay
>Nay

In the meanwhile:
>Allow them to rot
>Put them to hard labor

What to do with the worst offenders:
>Execute them
>Allow them to rot with the rest

What of the Turncloak:
>Keep him for questioning
>Execute him immediately
>Allow him to rot with the rest

>>1722085
Send a letter to the Wall, asking for a recruiter to come your way:
>Nay


In the meanwhile:
>Put them to hard labor

What to do with the worst offenders:
>Execute them

What of the Turncloak:
>Keep him for questioning

>>1722085
>Yay.
The Wall exists for a reason. And they need men.
>Put them to Hard labour
>Execute them
>Keep him for Questioning.
Dropping maps in the forest? That sounds like aiding the Moon Swallows...

>>1722085
>Yay
>Put them to hard labor
>Execute them
>Allow him to rot with the rest

>>1722085
Yay
Hard Labor
Execute them
Questioning

>>1722085
>Nay
>Put them in hard labor
>Execute them
>Keep him for questioning
Tell the Gaoler we want to be informed immediately next time he gets new prisoners.

>>1722085
>Send a letter to the Wall, asking for a recruiter to come your way:
>>Yay

>In the meanwhile:
>>Put them to hard labor

>What to do with the worst offenders:
>>Execute them

>What of the Turncloak:
>>Keep him for questioning

>>1722085
>Yay
>Put them to hard labor
>Execute them
>Keep him for questioning

>>1722085
>Poachers
Give them a chance to repent and join our scouts.
>Rapist
Geld him and put him to hard labor after he heals up.
>Turncloak
Keep him for interrogation

“Your request is granted Chief Gaoler. Maffew shall pen a letter to the Wall, requesting a recruiter come by. Until then, the prisoners shall be put to work. If they are to eat and drink my bread and water they will earn it. There is no small amount of work to be done here. I am certain we will find a place for them to toil and pay penance for their crimes. Those of the most petty crimes will be given the option of hard labor or an eye for an eye. We will be cracking down upon the crime that plagues my lands. The winter, no matter how harsh justifies poaching, rape, or turning one’s cloak. I so swear it.”

The crowd murmurs approval and you continue.

“The worst of them shall be tried and convicted. Executed at dawn before Ser Stone’s own trial. I trust you know where to take them upon first light?”

“Of course milord.”

“Very good, however keep the turncloak under lock and key. I want one of your gaolers watching him day and night. I have some questions for the man.”

“It is done milord.”

“And one final thing Chief Gaoler. From here on out I want you reporting to Maffew, you will give a summary of the weeks new prisoners and their crimes. Those that have served their time and left. And those that took punishment. I want proper records, is this understood?”

He bows slightly and nods, “Understood milord.”

“Then you are dismissed.”

Cador sighs, having had Parwyn find him a seat that he takes graciously and rubbing his bad leg, “Problem all over the Vale right now. Half the men down there would rather the warm place to sleep and rotten food to fending for themselves in the frigid cold right now. Have to be made to understand crime is not a viable option. We have enough to deal with with the Mountain Clans about.”

You nod in agreement, “Why do you think I was not informed of this turncloak?”

“Mayhaps they didn’t wish for you to know.”

“Marston and Maffew both?”

“Matter of pride for the former, he was an Earp man afterall, trying to prove his loyalty to you. Latter, I couldn’t say. Would just recommend learning to read the common tongue. Or getting a maester to do it for you.”

You frown deeply and turn back to the final person to take the stand for the day, the somewhat sobered up Septon.

“Septon, I thank you for gracing us with your presence today.”

He looks to you with half lidded eyes, and looks about the great hall in slow swinging motions, the third-in-command of the First, Jonothor grabs him by the arm to keep him from falling over and focusing his attention towards you.

“My son, I thank you for your hospitality. These good men were just showing me to the Sept so I may preach,” he slurs out.

“We found him in a… Whorehouse by the docks, so drunk he couldn’t even stand up,” Jonothor says, “Got more than a few witnesses. One of the lads says he’s been there more times than he can count this past week alone.”

“Ser I am a man of Faith! Of the Seven!” he responds with indignity, “I would never enter such an establishment unless it was to save the virtue of the poor young ladies that are forced into such unsavoury compromising positions.”

“He was trying to sell his pendant for a round at one of the girls,” Jonothor continues, holding out the silver seven pointed star, set with a gem that cast a rainbow upon the ground when held to the light just so, “Or so the proprietor claimed.”

“He was lying! I was only there for a nip of wine before I came up here. To give service to the Knight of Whitestone Keep, a known friend and valued member of the Faith. The man stole my pendant! Claimed I owed him a debt! For what I could never imagine.”

You cast your eyes to the side, disappointment ringing through your mind, a man of the Faith swung so very low by the temptation of the flesh by the sweet song of drink.

“He’s a liar,” Cador remarks behind you, “See how he strings together stories on for far longer than he must? Typical liar’s tell. Landon you know as well as I he has broken his sacred vows.”

“But he is a man of the Faith.”

“He’s a drunk and a whorer. Who stains the floors of your home with his very presence and fouls the air with his words,” you sit quietly causing Cador to stir and sit forward, “Do what must be done. For the Faith demands it. And these whorehouses by the docks. You must do something about them, I was shocked to see any existed at all under your rule. Have you grown lax or simply blind?”

What to do with the Septon?
>Allow him to walk free, a man of the Faith would not lie
>Punish him for breaking his sacred vows, as the Faith demands, a lashing

What to do about the Whorehouses?
>Outlaw them, and come down upon them hard, seizing assets and ill gotten coin to be donated to the Faith
>Allow them to continue, so long as they pay you a tithe for the Faith

>>1722299
>Punish him for breaking his sacred vows, as the Faith demands, a lashing

>Outlaw them, and come down upon them hard, seizing assets and ill gotten coin to be donated to the Faith

Maybe not the smartest thing to do - but it is what we'd do.

To compromise on one's principles is to lack principles.

>>1722299
>Punish him for breaking his sacred vows, as the Faith demands, a lashing
>Outlaw them, and come down upon them hard, seizing assets and ill gotten coin to be donated to the Faith

We must have someone write the man who is above this Septon and have him brought before the Most Devout for true punishment. And the whores are just a blemish on our good lands and corrupts pious men like this Septon.

>>1722299
>Punish him for breaking his sacred vows, as the Faith demands, a lashing

>Allow them to continue, so long as they pay you a tithe for the Faith

>>1722299
>>Punish him for breaking his sacred vows, as the Faith demands, a lashing

>>Allow them to continue, so long as they pay you a tithe for the Faith

>>1722299
>>Punish him for breaking his sacred vows, as the Faith demands, a lashing

>Outlaw them, and come down upon them hard, seizing assets and ill gotten coin to be donated to the Faith

>>1722299
>>Punish him for breaking his sacred vows, as the Faith demands, a lashing

>Outlaw them, and come down upon them hard, seizing assets and ill gotten coin to be donated to the Faith
we could keep some of it, so as to fund public works for the smallfolk. If we just eliminate them, it will breed resentment and cause them to go underground. It would be better to restore the port or other things that have fallen into disarray with the money

>>1722299
Punishment
Outlaw

I can't decide if Landon is Lawful Good or Lawful Neutral

Get the feelingthey will continue operating no matter what we do. But we can make a token effort

>>1722345
Aren't many places to hide prostitution in a small village like we have. And as long as were strict about it we should be fine.

>>1722363
>Token
Its an abomination to the faith we should make a real effort.

>>1722299
Punish and Outlaw

>>1722375
A real effort with the men we have avaliable. which will come along to be nothing more than a token. Besides i am 100% sure that half our troops visit them and may turn their eyes away

>>1722299
>>>Punish him for breaking his sacred vows, as the Faith demands, a lashing
>>>Allow them to continue, so long as they pay you a tithe for the Faith

>>1722375
It'll simply become decentralized.
>"Oh, you wanna fuck a redhead? Go to the third house to the right. It's got a couple of 'seamstresses' who appreciate a good tipper"

we have to improve the lives of the peasants so that they do not have to debase themselves with such hearsays. Give them work that isn't atop a straw stuffed mattress, and they'll love us more than the Maiden herself

>>1722408
>1 post
>Three arrows
Pretty fishy

>>1722410
Doesn't mean we should just let whorehouses openly run on our streets that's an offence to the Gods.

>>1722432
Ofcourse. A effort will be made. Just OOCly we will have to be realistic. Our guards are still goingto visit Sara the cute blond and Marrisa the Redhead.

>>1722432
I'm well aware of that, that's why I voted to destroy them. I think we should use some of the seized assets to improve the lives of our peasants so people don't have to whore themselves out for a loaf of bread

>>1722441
Doesn't mean in character we shouldn't try 100% to stop all prostitution in our lands.

>>1722432
I copied it from another anons post >>1722335
if you think your going to destroy the whoring industry though simply banning it outright, all that's going to happen is it's going to go underground and we will have to deal with low level crime gangs on top of the banditry in our lands

>>1722459
I don't think we're going to destroy the industry but doing nothing about their whoring and letting the brothels remain open is completely out of character.

“I am sorry Septon, but your words are those of lies and deceit. You claim the Faith as your shroud to defend you from these allegations, yet the men and women who would testify against you are followers of the Faith as well, tried and true.”

“My son you do not understand,” he stammers out, “The temptation of the flesh of the bottle they-”

“Is that an admission of guilt Septon?”

“I- Uh… By the Seven…” the Septon leaps from Jonothor’s grasp and falls upon the floor below you, “FORGIVE ME MY LORD FOR I HAVE SINNED MORTAL SINS! THAT OF THE FLESH! OF THE BOTTLE! I AM WEAK!” he sobs out, “PLEASE HAVE MERCY UPON A MAN WHO IS TRYING TO ATONE! FOR A MAN NOT SUITED FOR THIS! I BEG OF YOU! PLEASE!”

“Seven above he is a pitiful sight,” Cador says behind you through the blubbering, “There’s your guilt Landon. There’s your cause. You know what must be done.”

“Write a letter to the Great Sept. Allow the Most Devout to carry out their sentencing.”

“Aye, true,” he says, “But these crimes he committed, these broken vows, occurred upon your lands. Your watch. As a man of the Faith, it is demanded of you to carry out his punishment.”

You wish to bury yourself from this matter, to look away, a man of the Faith sobbing for pity and crying out his crimes for all to see upon your hall. It… It hurt you. On a spiritual level. Seven above give you the strength to carry out what must be done next.

“Jonothor, takes this man to the yard. Strip him of his frock. Take the pendent it shall be part of the tithe given to the Faith. Seven forgive me for what I am about to do.”

The crowd has turned into an unruly bunch once more, Maffew attempts to calm them down as you stand, gaining silence through reverance.

“From this day forward ‘whorehouses’ are banned from my lands. All still in operation shall have their assets seized and their ill gotten coin taken to be given to the Faith as offering for the blight that I allowed too long upon my lands. The Septon, who has broken his vows before man and gods shall be given punishment appropriate for falling to the temptations. Thirty lashes for whoring, ten for public drunkness and indecency. So I decree. Let this be a lesson to those who think they can slander and defile the Faith upon my lands.”

The Septon looks at you with abject horror, his voice having left him. The crowd looks on in stunned silence, even your brothers are awestruck and quiet a rarity for them.

“Jonothor, take him to the yard and administer the punishment before the eyes and ears of man and Gods.”

“Yes milord it shall be done.”

The crowd begins to slowly file out, some to the yard, others away from the castle back to the docks. Surely some to get their last tryst in or drink away their fears. You cared little, for tomorrow you would come down upon them like hammer upon anvil. Again and again until they were straightened out and perfect.

>>1722459
>out of character
I totally agree with you and want to deal with the brothels differently than the character wants to.
>in character
"Whoring is bad and you should feel bad. BAN IT!"

Cador looks at you with hardly an emotion upon his face, “We will take the disgraced Septon with us when we leave. Drop him off at the Sept in Strong Song, I’m certain they will know what to do with him there. The tithe?”

“Shall be gathered and sent with my letter to the Great Sept in King’s Landing.”

“Of course, yeah… Of course,” he sighs and nods, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re bloody terrifying?”

“Not outside of the battlefield,” you say with a small laugh and a grin.

Cador breaks into a smile, “There it is. Been waiting to see that all day. I know that warrior spirit is still in there somewhere. The one that smiles and does not always have his hands folded in prayer. I still have a certain camp follower that asks after yo-”

“Enough Ser Cador,” you say sternly, face resuming its normal coldness, “Enough. We do not speak of her here.”

“Of course Landon, I meant no offense.”

“Aware,” you say waving him off, “Come join me in the yard. Parwyn, you too.”

The squire looks at you nervously, but is prodded on by Ser Cador. By the time you arrive Brenton and Jonothor have stripped the Septon to his smallclothes and tied him to a post in the center of the yard. The entirety of your Household was here, Wylla Earp and Jeyne Stone, your brothers, your own men, the Knights, all. They looked to you as if a sleeping giant had just roused itself from slumber and had decided it was upon a warpath. And they were right. The Faith demanded you right these wrongs, burn out the heretical Clansmen, gut the establishments of sin and debauchery, punish the guilty through trial and sentencing. It was your duty. You were honor-bound to it.

Jonothor rounds the whip swirling it in the air before snapping it across the yard in the blink of an eye. The snap of the whip, the streak of red left upon the Septon’s back, and his shriek of pain only brings two words to your mind.

“Justice Soars.”

[Intermission]

This is the end of our the story portion of tonight's thread. However we will now roll for House Fortunes.

House Grallner has a House Fortunes roll of 3d6 with no additional bonus. For House Fortunes I will take the first 3 rolls of 1d6 and add them together, the corresponding number upon the chart in picture related will determine our House Fortunes for this month.

Yes, yes this is going to be very difficult.

Please roll 1d6, taking first three rolls.

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>>1722534
And forgot my picture.

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>1722534
The Seven will provide

>>1722534
please give us Wealth o dice

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>1722534
Roll

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>1722545

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>1722534

>>1722549
>>1722546
>>1722541
11 is a Growth. People really took advantage of that one day grace period.

>>1722541
>>1722546
>>1722549
woo, growth!

>>1722541
>>1722546
>>1722549
Growth seems like we did fine work

>>1722556
Fire sale, everyone must blow!

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>>1722541
>>1722546
>>1722549

A Growth it is. Your lands grow, with pains but that always comes when you are rebuilding your strength.

A Growth entitles you to a +1 to any resource.

You have a +1d3 to Wealth
You have a one time +1d3 to Population.

Otherwise your Resources stand at:
Defense: 2 (40 Spent)
Influence: 36
Lands: 3 (12 Spent)
Law: 20 (-5 House Fortunes)
Population: 13 (+0 House Fortunes)
Power: 1 (22 Spent)
Wealth: 1 (21 Spent)

>Note: A single point in Law will bring it up to the next threshold of Law and will give you only a -2 to House Fortunes.

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>1722567
Wealth

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>1722567
Pop

>>1722567

Law

>>1722567
I say wealth, we need it to upgrade our mine and restore the other stuff that has fallen into disrepair

If we can roll a 3, we can start mining more than a few dragons worth of silver each month

>>1722567
Law
We just need one point to turn that -5 into -2

>>1722567
And for our one point, put it in law.

>>1722567
Law

I didn't ask for rolls yet, so those above will be discarded.

Kind of figured these three would be tied up, let's do an official vote:
>Law
>Population
>Wealth

>>1722584
Wealth