Dramatis Personae:
>Ser Mervyn Reynold, 25, Our MC.
Ser Mervyn grew up the son of a bastard hedge knight who did not know his father and a blacksmiths daughter. After his mother passed at the age of 5, his father began travelling the westerlands to sell his sword to anyone who would hire him. Eventually, the man passed away to a pox when Mervyn was 17, but not before knighting his son. He than took his fathers horse and mule and travelled in the same way. Eventually, he heard of a tourney for a young maiden’s hand, he attended and won handily over many much nobler knights. He now serves the Lady of the House, Elleanor Reynold as her sworn shield.

>Alyssa Reynold, 17, Mervyn’s Wife
Alyssa is a pretty young girl who is currently 6 and a half months pregnant. She is driven and tenacious, if not impatient, and she has been reared to be a player in the game by her mother. While not considered beautiful as her elder sister might be, her red curls and sea green eyes certainly make her comely. She is gifted at weaving through the art of noble intrigue and has a knack for remembering heraldry and house history.

>Lord Titus Reynold, 46
Lord Titus was born Titus Lantell of Lannisport, and grew up to be a knight who swore his sword to the Lannisters. During the Reyne/Tarbeck Rebellion, he was commanded by Tywin Lannister to march with 300 men to confine the Lady Elleanor, then a maiden of 16 years, and prevent House Reynold from aiding the Reynes and Tarbecks in rebellion as a favour to her father, the late Lord Marqus. A relatively oafish man who cares not for the workings of his house, he is not without a degree of cunning and ultimately seeks to usurp his wife as the true head of the house.

>Lady Elleanor Reynold, 36
Lady Elleanor is a woman who remembers. Once betrothed to Ser Reynard Reyne, she endured losing both her father and betrothed in the span of a year at the age of 16, and was subsequently married off to a lowly knight of Lannisport. She endured the dishonour, even providing 6 children to her husband, all in the memory of her father and Reynard. She is the true power in Ember Peak, and seeks to retain control of her house by any means necessary.

I love u

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--- 09/04/281 ---
{ Allysa }

You opened your eyes and found your hands instinctively placed over top of your stomach. You had awoken to the sensation of your baby kicking inside you, as if it could feel your nerves and was lashing out at your insides to release it’s own frustration. You rolled out of bed and looked back on your sleeping husband, who was snoring softly in the morning light. You rested your hands on your stomach again as you took in his handsome features, and thought to yourself how mind boggling it was that he could sleep so soundly knowing he would face a duel in a few short hours time, and yet there he laid. You had felt helpless in truth. The matter was completely out of your control, and although you knew your husband was a very competent warrior, worry still ate away at you. The night before there had been an altercation with Ser Herman Swyft and your younger brother Tyrus, and Mervyn had jumped in to champion his squires cause, especially seeing as, if what Tyrus said was true, that Ser Herman had been sullying both yours and your husbands honour.

These thoughts raced through your mind as you walked down the hallways to find what passed for a chapel in Ember Peak. A rough hewn, seven sided room with the beginnings of carving of the gods, but the room sat unfinished. When you entered, you found your eldest sister in the room as well, praying silently to the Maiden. You knew it irked her that she remained unwed, especially so now that you yourself were so great with child. She kneeled before the Maidens image and you could hear her repeating a whispered mantra together with hands clasped. You approached a small lectern and pulled forth 3 candles, and proceeded to light them before placing them in front of the visage of the Father, the Mother and the Warrior. You had asked the Warrior to guide Mervyns hands, and the Father to deliver justice to him. But most of all you prayed to the Mother for mercy, for her to spare your husband so that he would get to meet his child that grew within you. After the candles had burned down and you had finished, you had made the sign of the star before backing out of the room, you heard your sister cry out for you to wait, as she hurriedly made the sign herself and exited the room.

“Good Morning Ally” she said kindly, and she engaged you in small talk of the wedding and the squires melee and the like as you strode down the hall. You looked upon her and couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous of her beauty. She had long, bright blonde hair and the two of you shared your mothers beautiful green eyes. She was the very image of a westerosi noblewoman, and she walked with a natural grace and poise that you had always tried to emulate but had always fallen just short of the mark.

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She paused for a brief moment, before stopping dead in her tracks and taking you by the hand. “Allysa, I have a favour to ask of you. I know I haven’t approved of your marriage, and I still think Ser Mervyn is a grasping common born man who reaches far above his station, but…I need him right now.” She looks about the hallway to ensure that no servants are about before continuing. “Mother still wishes for me to wed Sebaston Farman. Have you seen him? He’s a homely dullard. Father told me of a proposal from Lord Tyler Lannister, to his heir, Leroy Lannister. Hes handsome, charming, he’s perfect Ally. But Mother seems intent on trying to sabotage it for some reason. So I was wondering, that perhaps you could ask Ser Mervyn that during the melee he could show Mother how inept a man Sebaston Farman is. If he could beat him into submission, perhaps let Ser Leroy shine during the melee and stand out, than perhaps Mother might change her mind. Will you ask him for me? Please.”

--- Ask Ser Mervyn to do a favour for Joanna Reynold ---

>yay
>nay
>write in

Also, here is a character sheet for Allysa

https://1drv.ms/x/s!Am-XCwIRrb9Hgw02nk_V-7vmSHU1

>>3534595
>>nay
Sorry sis the lannisters suck cock and killed moms true love .

I'm sure more peole will show up. If not I'll just get more ip addresses

>>3534613
Haha, well If nobody else shows up after about 10 more minutes we'll just get going to get ht ball rolling.

>>3534615
I'm sure they'd vote to fuck with the lions, they are a bunch of shitters. But then again, would we know or care about that? Would us saying no be more because we don't want to tell our husband what to do or would it be more sucking up to mother?

>>3534618
All Allysa would know is that her mother doesn't like the Lannisters, and that her father does. If no remains the answer, it'll be framed as telling Joanna to swallow her pride and get someone else to do her dirty work, because she isn't exactly polite to good old Merv.

>>3534621
I'm sure it'll tickle a dark place in our heart that our husband would be more handsome and virile then hers as well.

>>3534626
Well I mean there is no guarantee yet about who shes going to marry, I'll be rolling for those intrigues behind the scenes. This would just be to give either Elleanor or Titus some bonuses to the rolls

Either way, I appreciate the vote, and that's what well go with to get started here. .

>>3534595
>>nay
Im not sure how much Ally knows but im going to play her like she knows what happened. Plus sis being a but of a cunt with the insults and then favors.

>>3534629
It's just this platform, running is hard when you are just starting. I like anonkun a little better because of it's love timers and the ability to follow a quest.

>>3534631
Yeah she was like " Your husband is a smelly peasant , but can he please help me marry better then you?" Fuck her and her pretty face

>>3534595
wow, rude
>nay

>nay

Yeah not the best way to ask for a favor

>>3534642
Yeah I think I remember saying our sister is useless but pretty. It seems that way to me

She stared at you with hopeful eyes, and you saw the kind expression on her face harden when you refused her. “If you want my husband to help you, maybe you should consider descending from those lofty heights you like to stay in and ask him yourself. He isn’t just some weapon you can just pick up and use whenever it suits you.” She bites back whatever insults she had and instead replies with “Fine then.” She gives you a shallow nod, before picking up her skirts and walking away, her steps angrily echoing off the stone walls. Your sister had always had that air of nobility, and the ego that went with it. She had never approved of your marriage, nor did she particularly care for any of common birth.

You returned to your own chambers and found your husband groggily sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. When he lowers his hands and sees you, he smiles broadly and you get a glimpse of his straight white teeth. “G’morning wife” he says pleasantly as he stands and stretches. His physique was impressive, with broad shoulders and a thick core of muscle, and scars marred his skin in numerous places. “Hello Husband” you replied happily in return. He crossed the room to embrace you and after wrapping you in a tight hug, kneeled to kiss your stomach and place a hand on it, feeling for a kick. As if on queue, you both feel a firm kick and Mervyn laughs. “Feisty little fucker you’ve got in there.” You laugh and feel another kick. “Well, the midwife told me it’s a boy, and I think he’ll be just as fierce a warrior as his father.” Mervyn rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “Midwives don’t know what theyre talking about. Boy, girl, it’s all just a coinflip, but I’ve always been lucky I suppose…”

You help him dress into his clothes, and his brow furrows in thought. “Ally, what do you know about the Swyfts?” This takes you aback for a moment. “The Swyfts? Whatever for? Mervyn gives you a vague look and a shrug, gesturing for you to answer. “I’m going to be fighting one today, just curious I suppose. Who is Ser Herman? His father? Does he have any bastards? I guess I just want to know how many people are going to come after me when I defeat this wretch again.”

You had always had a good knack for House History and the like and you searched back through your mind, remembering your previous maesters teachings…

Can I get 5d6 please

>>3534631
>>3534642
>>3534651
>>3534653

Joanna is stuck up to say the least. Very, VERY haughty. She wouldn't even consider what she said rude, because to her Mervyn should be grateful for the opportunity to serve his betters. She intelligent and will make an exemplary wife for whomever she marries, but she doesn't like the common born folk, and therfor isn't a fan of Mervyn at all

Rolled 6, 1, 5, 6, 6 = 24 (5d6)

>>3534663

Rolled 4, 2, 2, 5, 6 = 19 (5d6)

>>3534663

>>3534651
Not gonna roll?

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

>>3534663
Joe you're probably not getting many players because it's pretty late in the US right now.

>>3534686
Yep I'm only up because of the 3 day weekend

>>3534686
yeah, it's a pretty bad time for me here too
but i really like this quest and can't help myself

>>3534672
>>3534673
>>3534686

Is it? Fair enough. I'll probably go for another hour or so and call it for the night, and start up again tomorrow night at an earlier time. But needless to say...some shit is about to be revealed.

--- Allysa’s Knowledge Test ---

Roll: 24 vs DC: 6, 12, 18, 21
Result: All the success you guys could need.

“Well, House Swyft…Their seat is Cornfield, and their words are “Awake, Awake”. Their sigil is a blue rooster on a yellow field. The house was once a full fledged noble house, but were relegated to their knightly status after the Dance of the Dragons. The current Knight of Cornfield is Ser Harys Swyft, and he has 3 children, Dorna, Steffon and Shierle. Their mother passed away giving birth to Shierle unfortunately. Ser Harys has a brother by the name of Addison, who is the steward of Cornfield. Ser Herman is Addisons only son. Or, at least his only true born son.”

You pause and scratched your head, finding your scalp through your thick curly hair as you thought to remember, and you notice your husband look at you with a look in his eye that gives you an off feeling in your stomach.

“Now, I know that Addison did his best to cover up and had his other son hidden away, fostered with the Vikarys, but he had a bastard son on some common born woman. I believe he named him Horston, or Hershel maybe? I can’t remember exactly, but it definitely started with an H. Anyhow, nobody really knows where he disappeared to. He left Castle Vikary two or three years ago. But anyhow, that’s what stands of the family. They’ve fallen significantly in influence over the last 150 years or so, which I think is why Ser Herman wanted my hand so badly. Try and boost them back onto the main stage again and…”

You trail off, eyeing your husband suspiciously. His stare is as empty as the sky and a thousand miles long. Your eyes narrow and you can tell he is hiding something.

I’ll take another 5 d6 for charm this time.

Rolled 4, 5, 1, 6, 4 = 20 (5d6)

>>3534700

Rolled 2, 1, 6, 5, 1 = 15 (5d6)

>>3534700

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

>>3534700

>>3534715
damn...
can merv resist this?

>>3534702
>>3534715
You guys are dicks.

>>3534717
Thats a hard no. He's putty in our hands at this point.

>>3534719
Maybe don't stop running so soon. Three isnt a bad number of voters and I've missed you sooooooooo much.

>>3534719
I love switching POV and rolling against our main character.
It's cool to see what old boy is like when we aren't directly guiding his actions.

--- Allysa Reynolds Charm Test ---
Roll: 22 vs DC: 18
Result: 1 Degree of Success

You reach around Mervyns head and scratch him behind the ear. “Something is wrong Mervyn. I know you’re far more intelligent than you let on, but now I need to know what is going on. You’ve been off ever since you’d returned from Hornvale.” He turns his stare from the wall into your eyes, and his stare is reflected at you as he sighs heavily, but he still keeps his silence. You walk around and face him, before taking his hands into your own before beginning.

“Mervyn, I’m your wife, and soon to be the mother of your child. You need to be able to trust me. I swear by the Seven that I’ll never betray your trust. I love you Mervyn, how many wives can say that to their husbands? Now what happened when you were away?”

He gives an askance look to the wall, before returning your stare and beginning. He explains all about the mine, about Ser Hershel Hill, the ruby, how he had nearly died. He tells you about how your mother had sworn him to secrecy, and how she had reacted when he had told her all of the same information. When he’s finished he gives you a half smile which disappears when you don’t return it. You were sitting upright in your chair, deep in thought, and you began to piece some of these events together. You knew your father didn’t like Mervyn, and Ser Herman was a spiteful man. It was certainly more than possible that the two of them had conspired to create some sort of plot to end your husbands life, and based on what Tyrus had said the night before, would probably had you married to Ser Herman within a fortnight. You inform Mervyn of your thoughts, and his face hardens. “We’ll talk about this more after this farce is over” he said, scratching his well kept beard. It was nearly time to begin melee properly, and he asked for your favour which you gladly gave. He escorted you outside and down to the yard where he bid you goodbye as he made his way towards the armoury with your brother in order for him to suit up. “Please don’t lose today Mervyn. And if you do, yield. Yield for me, and our child.” He laughs, mirth showing plainly on his face until all of a sudden it stops, and his face goes hard and the tone of his voice is strangely…empty. “Don’t you worry Ally. The only man who should be worrying for his life is Ser Herman.” He nods to you and turns sharply and Tyrus escorts him after helping you mount your horse so you could ride down towards the village the small folk were now calling Headwaters, escorted by two of the Loyal Reins, Sers Art of the Pendric Hills and Oscar Algood.

The two men rode behind you, and you turned your thoughts to what Mervyn had told you…

5d6 for cunning please

Rolled 6, 5, 5, 2, 4 = 22 (5d6)

>>3534753

Rolled 1, 4, 4, 2, 2 = 13 (5d6)

>>3534753

Rolled 5, 6, 3, 6, 5 = 25 (5d6)

>>3534753

ally is blessed by the dice gods

>>3534758
>>3534762

Christ on a matchstick you guys. Alright well, Allysa has pretty much cracked what went down in the mine. Writing

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>>3534762

Rolled 2, 5, 3, 1, 1 = 12 (5d6)

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>>3534766
Look at that 4 voters, maybe you don't need to end early tonight?

>>3534772
Yeah I think I'll still go for a while here. Apparently Allysa Reynold is blessed by the 7, good fucking god.

I'm surprised nobody commented on Ser Herman being Hershel Hill's brother though

>>3534779
I'll be honest I'd need to look up the past threads to understand these names

>>3534779
Oh shit so we killed his bastard brother not his son?

>>3534788
Hershel is the knight we killed in the mine and Hermans the guy were gonna kill now

--- Allysa Reynolds Cunning Test ---

Roll: 22 vs DC: 15
Result: 2 Degree of Success

It was a murky business, plotting and secrets. But your mind cut through the swill and much like a hot knife through butter, and you focused on facts. Your father disliked that you had married Mervyn, and much preferred Ser Herman as a husband for you. Lord Titus had been fostered alongside Addison Swyft, so that was an easy connection as to why. Hershel Hill had disappeared a few years passed, and with the wealth of a noble house behind him, could easily gather enough men to create a force of bandits in Hornvale. Combining that with how Mervyn had described Ser Terrences insistence in rooting out the bandits, despite Lord Andros saying it was unnecessary only added further suspicion. The last, and perhaps most important piece of the puzzle was the ruby. That tied in the Reynold family, which most likely meant your father.

As for a motive? That part was easy. Mervyn would be out of the picture, your father would gain another loyal sword, Ser Herman would get you and the Swyfts would gain a respectable amount of influence from such a marriage. Of course though you had no solid proof, but there were ways of getting the truth out of people without their knowledge, and tourneys were among the best of them. They provided distraction for intrigue, and men often got their blood going which caused their tongues to loosen.

You continued down the road before eventually coming to the tournament field, and approached the box that had been constructed for your family and you entered through the flap, discovering your mother and father seated in the middle. Joanna was sitting on the left with both Ser Leroy and Ser Sebaston seated besides her. Your younger siblings Elyse and James both sat off to the side, and you saw the Lannisters standing amongst the box, conversing with the Farmans and Rowans…

--- Who to sit and talk with? ---
>Your mother, Elleanor Reynold
>Your father, Titus Reynold
>The Lannisters
>Your siblings

I’d also appreciate any suggestions and questions you guys might want to ask.

>>3534788
Yessir. You guys will get to see the flashbacks of the fight, but Mervyn is going to do some serious shit talking.

>>3534800
>Your father, Titus Reynold
Should talk him up and watch him during this fight.
Also I'm just ready for our husband to kill a snake

>Your father, Titus Reynold
Yeah changing my vote to this, want to be near him when Mervyn smashes his co conspirators head in

>>3534800
>Your father, Titus Reynold

Well, let's go watch the duel with pops. Do you guys have any actual questions you want to ask or do you guys want to do watch the duel and maybe watch for Titus' reaction?

>>3534818
Maybe just ask father about this duel, maybe play the dutiful daughter ignorant about the ways of men. Just to see what slips of course

>>3534818
ask him about his view on the duel

>>3534818
Wouldnt hurt to hear what he has to say about what happened between Herman and her brother last night

>>3534819
>>3534820
>>3534824
Sounds good to me. Writing

>>3534825
Just a heads up this is going to be a lengthy update so I might be a little while

>>3534827
Is it going to involve ass beating ?

>>3534829
Let's just say I rolled up the duel today, and I shit you guys not Merv didn't even take an injury. The fight only took 2 rounds, as Mervyn was rolling like the monster that he is.

>>3534832
My God. So this will be a panty wetter

>>3534832
i hope allyson notes the look on that prick lannister's face

Sounds like its going to be almost like fighting his squire but with a more lethal ending

>>3534835
allysa*
fuck

>>3534832
Well I should clarify, it took more than 2 rounds to actually complete the fight, but it was over after 2 rounds. The guy took 2 wounds in the first 2 rounds and after that he was only rolling 3 dice after that, which was just insufficient to do any serious damage. But yeah, it was a steam rolling.

>>3534835
Noted

>>3534730
>I love switching POV and rolling against our main character.
My sentiment as well! QMs rarely do this

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>>3534833

You walked casually towards your father, and sat down in the seat that was empty next to him. “Allysa! You look lovely today. I hope that your condition isn’t troubling you to much. Your mothers pregnancies all went smoothly.” You politely respond, telling him about how vigorous the child was already, which brings a chuckle from his lips. He looks over to your mother and when he finds her distracted, he turns to you and leans in. “Joanna tells me you refused to ask Ser Mervyn about perhaps helping her and I achieve a marriage with the Lannisters?” He looks over at Leroy and Sebaston and shakes his head. “Why she is so insistent on marrying Joanna to that craven is beyond me.” The conversation carries on, with you defending your position before you spy both your husband and Ser Herman enter the fence where the melee was going to be held, both clad in their respective plate.

Ser Herman’s armour was gilded, with blue inlay on the breastplate in the shape of a rooster. He also had a large collection of feathers coming out of his helm, whilst your husbands armour was plain and unadorned, apart from his painted shield which bears the arms of House Reynold. You saw your favour tied around the haft of Mervyn’s hammer, and your stomach dropped as the moment had finally arrived. Your father stands and announces the duel properly, shouting to the crowd from the stand.

“LORDS AND LADIES OF THE WEST! TODAY WE BEAR WITNESS TO A DUEL OF THE HIGHEST LEVEL OF SKILL, AND AS A MATTER TO DECIDE THE TRUTH OF A MANNER OF HONOUR! MAY I INTRODUCE SER MERVYN REYNOLD OF EMBER PEAK! The noble crowd remains mostly quiet, but the small folk make a considerable cheer for him. “AND MAY I ALSO INTRODUCE SER HERMAN SWYFT OF CORNFIELD!! This brings forth an equal response from the small folk, and a considerably louder cheer from most of the assembled nobles. “AND NOW, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, KNIGHTS IF YOU ARE BOTH READY, LET THE DUEL…BEGIN!!”

Your father sat back in his seat as the duel commenced. Ser Herman charged in quickly, using his longsword to hack and slash at Mervyn but found only the thick wooden shield your husband bore. You looked to your father, and asked what he made of the whole situation. He scratches his moustache and begins.

“Ser Herman is hotheaded and foolish. And Tyrus hasn’t told a lie his entire life as far as I know, so I’m sure that he was saying some less than savory things. And once he was caught up with Tyrus, his ego wouldn’t let him let it go. So now, we’re here. I know Hermans father well, and the boy is well meaning, just irritated. If Mervyn hadn’t jumped in like the fool he is, this entire thing could have been avoided. But I don’t blame Ser Herman for his frustration. What man wouldn’t be envious of the man who stole such a lovely bride from him?” He gives your hand a slight squeeze at this and the two of you turn your attentions once more back towards the fight.

Mervyn had yet to even launch a single attack. He was only absorbing Ser Hermans blows and moving out of the way. It was mesmerizing to watch, the easy steps of his footwork and his dexterity with his shield was incredible. It nearly took your breath away he made it look so easy. You turned away for a moment to watch your fathers expression and you find it a mix of worry, unease and something you cant quite put your finger on. As you turned back you saw Ser Mervyn finally strike as Ser Herman roared and charged in again. As Herman raised his sword in order to bring down a heavy swing, your husband swung his hammer in powerful swing into Ser Hermans side.

The two break apart again and now Ser Mervyn is walking implacably towards Ser Herman, as steady as a glacier. His hammer is rising and falling like a piston, hammering Ser Herman ruthlessly. You heard comments from all around you. “Lowborn….fighting his betters. Unbelievable.” and “Look at his footwork? No proper knight should fight in such a manner. I’d have him yielding in under a minute.” Naturally of course you heard the ever-present comment of “Bastard” being thrown his way as well. Ser Hermans shield had now fallen to shambles, and you could see that he was beginning to tire, but he showed no signs of fatigue. And all of a sudden it was over. Ser Mervyn ducked under a slash from Ser Herman, and had spun on his heels, twisting his hammer and burying the spike of his Warhammer into Ser Hermans helmet with a mighty clang. And like a felled tree, Ser Herman Swyft’s lifeless body fell to the ground with a clash and a clamour of steel. There had been no opportunity to yield, and even from this distance you could see red painting the spike on your husbands hammer. Even a woman could tell that the blow had been fatal. Viscous. Intentional. You knew your husband had the potential for violence, and he had told you in the most vague ways possible that he had been part of some less than savoury things. But seeing such a viscous manoeuvre was still shocking to you, and yet at the same time it was almost thrilling to watch him fight. Knowing he was so capable was a relieving thought, and spoke well to your child’s chances to be a fearsome fighter should it be a boy.

You looked around the box and found it to be quiet, even as he Ser Hermans body was still falling to the ground. You look to your father and see....

5d6 awareness please and thank you

Rolled 4, 4, 3, 5, 3 = 19 (5d6)

>>3534849

Rolled 6, 1, 4, 5, 4 = 20 (5d6)

>>3534849

Rolled 3, 3, 3, 2, 6 = 17 (5d6)

>>3534849

>>3534848
VICIOUS

JOE EVERY TIME IT'S VICIOUS

>>3534853
Hopefully 19 is good enough

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>>3534860
God fucking dammit. Yeah, there is nothing related to viscosity in that post. Fuck me dead.

And it's getting late for me here, so I'm going to nod off here but I'll be back tomorrow about 7:30pm Central Standard Time.

But the 19 is more than enough. Allysa is going to pick up on a few things, and figure out what that last expression on her fathers face is.

>>3534864
Thanks for running, breezy

>>3534864
thanks
the rolls were pretty good today

>>3534864
Sorry joe but I keep seeing that in every thread, every time, viscous.

It was bugging me way too much. Also night

>>3534874
The problem (aside from me being a dumb ass) is I'm typing it up in word, but it's technically not a spelling error for viscous. So yeah, that's a pretty big mistake, and my bad. Going forward I'll have that improved. Go to school kids. Go to school. Because if you dont...you'll forget joe to spell VICIOUS

>>3534882
Thicc manoeuvre still works.

>>3534864
Hey, blood and brain matter are viscous as hell, don’t worry, no mistakes there.

Anybody know the penalty for trying to get a household knight killed? Or is there even one? Considering it's a knight of Titus' own house and hes low born to boot.

Can our husband read. I dont know if that's been brought up? And does mother know that our husband is so cold when it comes to murder, or did she just get some new ideas about him.

>>3534864
Im betting its fear actually.

politically speaking it would have been more expedient to agree to our sister's request.

The Lannister match is likely the more prosperous one for the house.

more importantly by far is the idea that Allyssa has some measure of control over Mervyn and is tractable. That would resoundingly make her the most important child outside the direct heir and give her a measure of control of the house politics. As well as providing Titus with options other than "murder him" for dealing with Mervyn.

We may have strengthened Elleanor's plot, but made things more dire for Mervyn. After this display today it is unlikely anyone will try to slay him on combat, and by extension a trial by combat becomes an uncertain thing. That leaves poison and assassination as the most likely means of removing him.

We might be better served to up Awareness than we thought.

>>3535767
Whose the heir of house dead son now. First born and bastard are dead? And yeah I'd prefer athletics but awareness 4 is a good choice

And looking at this now we just single handedly destroyed what ever Swyft alliance of father had. I doubt they want to deal with his house now that his son and bastard son our brother in the dirt. Depending on how many more kids he has his house my be doomed.

>>3535767
You might be on to something. If our dad has tried to kill hubby before, who's to say he wont again. Maybe we should offer to play nice and at least offer to ask Merv if he'll consider helping our sister out?

>>3535909
Nah I feel like we need to stick to our guns, totally tell husband what we've learned and tell him he needs to be more aware.

>>3535936
And then give him a victory blowjob for his preformance today.

>>3535941
Sure that too, mostly the plots though seeing as our big idiot hasn't put any of this together. Really need to tell the wife more shit.

>>3535243
Hmmm. I'm not sure honestly.

>>3535758
In the creation thread it was decided Mervyn could read, so I'm framing it as Allysa taught him. And technically that wasnt murder, it was a duel with live steel. But Elleanor knows how ruthless Merv can be and plans to use it in the future.

>>3535767
That's a fairly reasonable take on the situation. Although technically Elleanors plot hasn't strengthened due to this, there is still a whole whack of behind closed doors negotiating to find out who Joanna marries. As for Titus and poison, well we can cross that road when we come to it. Awareness is a pretty ballin skill to increase. Very useful for our character.

>>3535812
Addison Swyfts line is gone now but he was only a steward anyways, Ser Harys still has 2 daughters and a son, so the Swyfts arnt going anywhere.

I feel like I'm justified in revealling this now, but the plot was only between Lord Titus and Ser Herman. But Titus knows Herman's father rather well.

>>3535909
Its not a terrible idea, but I doubt people are going to change their minds. Alot of Titus/Lannister hate.

>>3535941
No true Andal woman would despoil herself in such a way. Allysa would never...yeaaaaah she would

>>3535965
He might be an idiot, but hes our idiot.

>It is now 20:00

Worry.

>>3536499

Worry not friend-o. Writing as we speak

>>3536499
Damn you must live in the midwest you poor child .

>>3536569
No i live in cest timezone

--- Allysa’s Awareness Test ---
Roll: 19 against DC: 12
Result: Two Degree of Success

When you looked to your father and saw…relief? Lines faded and the wrinkles in his forehead relaxed. All of the tension in his body seemed to wash away momentarily, if only for a moment before he regained his composure and put on a stoic façade. The rest of the box had gasped, and lady Lannister had nearly feinted from shock. You also spy Gerion and Tygett Lannister as well, and while Gerion wore a grimace of regret, Ser Tygett’s lip was curled in distaste and he hawked a gobbet of spit over the rail of the box as your husband approached the box. As he knelt before your father on bended knee, Lord Titus waved him off as hurriedly as he could, and already you could see two squires running onto the field to remove Ser Hermans body. As Ser Mervyn rose and began to walk away, he removed his helmet to reveal his handsome face and he caught your eye, giving you a smile and a wink. Ser Tygett saw the exchange however and made his way over to you. As he approached you saw that he was tall and powerfully built, and his comely face had turned into a mask of general disdain.

“Your husband is wastrel and an animal My Lady. You might not be able to understand what has happened on that field, but any experienced man can tell you that blow was intentional.” He places his left hand on your shoulder, while his right instinctively reaches for the pommel of his blade which he squeezes firmly if the vein in his hand was any sign. “I dearly hope that he persists through the melee. It would be a damnable shame if I didn’t get to knock that ignorant smile off your husbands face.” You reached up as dainty as any noblewoman should and removed his hand off of your shoulder by lightly pinching his hand between your thumb and forefinger. You smile as pretty as you can muster, as your mother had always taught you to do. “I may only be a young lady, but even if what you would say is true, I think any wife would be thrilled to know that her husband would be willing to kill for her honour.”

Your smile was a weapon, and it disarmed Ser Tygett completely. He leaves off with a simple “Good Day my Lady” and storms on off out of the tent. If you were being honest with yourself, it was shocking to see how unaffected Mervyn had been after killing a man. The way he had smiled at you after as if he’d simply won a coin flip. You knew he had lived a hard life before becoming your husband, but in truth he had never really spoken of the things he had done. Perhaps it was something that could be brought up at a later point. But the melee was being announced, and you needed to decide where you would watch it with...

>Watch with your parents
>Watch with your Uncle, Mathis Rowan
>Watch with Lord Farman
>Watch with the Lannisters
>Write in

>>3536575
>>Watch with your Uncle, Mathis Rowan
Relief? I think father might have owed or promised him somthing. Or he had blackmail on him, has to be.

>>3536575
>Watch with the Lannisters

I think Mervyn just saved father from some loose ends.

>>3536575
>Watch with your parents

>>3536575
>>Watch with your Uncle, Mathis Rowan

>>3536575
>>Watch with your Uncle, Mathis Rowan

And does everyone expect we hate our husband? Is that why everyone comes up to us shittalking him?

>>3536575
>Watch with your Uncle, Mathis Rowan

Inb4 it was Elleanor who bribed the bastard Swift in order to fuck with their standing and Titus got the blame from Herman.

>>3536600
Might use that to our advantage. Pretend to Conspire with them

>>3536606
Minorly possible, does not explain the death trap our fellow knight got us to walk into

>>3536592
Well I mean, if you were conspiring with someone to have your daughters husband killed, and said co-conspirator was now dead after making a scene....

>>3536600
It's more so that everyone just hates him for his birth, and by association is expects us to dislike him as well. But Merv is stud. But yeah, a son a bastard hedge knight marrying a noble lady? Not going to make a lot of fiends in a rigid feudal society.

And looks like we're going to go watch with uncle Mathis.

>>3536575
>Watch with your Uncle, Mathis Rowan

>>3536616
Yeah, I mean marrying a handsome strong warrior who loves you is such a bad deal, I just hate that my husband isnt old and fat with lands to spare.

You exited the box seating and wandered about as you heard a herald shouting before you spied another large box with the golden tree of House Rowan and made your way over. You climbed up the short steps and as you walked inside you were greeted by two armoured guards, who when they see who you are let you pass by without delay. You enter and find the box deocarted lavishly, and see Lord Mathis and Lady Bethany enjoying the spectacle of the melee from cushioned hardwood seats. Eventually Lord Mathis looks over and his eyes widen and he gruffly stands from his seat.

“Well if my eyes don’t deceive me, you must be Allysa. Seven above I’ve not seen you since you were…gods you must have only been two or three years old at the time. You look just like Elleanor. Impossible to mistake my cousins curly locks.” The man smiles broadly and bids you to sit with them and watch the fighting take place….

--- Questions for Mathis Rowan ---

>Ask about your Mother
>Ask about Goldengrove, and possibly a visit there
>Ask for Mathis’ opinion on the duel
>Ask about Lady Bethany Redwyne
>Ask about their children
>Write in (any specifics)

Sorry if this comes across as a tad boring, writing the more intrigue heavy stuff is kind of new to me, and I'm trying to walk a fine line between keeping you guys in the dark and spilling all of my spaghetti about the plot thats going on.

>>3536661
>Ask for Mathis’ opinion on the duel
>Ask about Lady Bethany Redwyne

>>3536661
Ask about Goldengrove, and possibly a visit there
>Ask for Mathis’ opinion on the duel

>>3536661
>>Ask for Mathis’ opinion on the duel
>>Ask about Lady Bethany Redwyne

>>3536661
>>Ask about Goldengrove, and possibly a visit there
>>Ask for Mathis’ opinion on the duel
One tactfully leading into the other. Dont want to lead with such bloody stuff, isnt lady like

>>3536661
>>Ask about Goldengrove, and possibly a visit there
>>Ask for Mathis’ opinion on the duel

>>3536661
>Ask about Goldengrove, and possibly a visit there
>Ask for Mathis’ opinion on the duel
Say those two are most important if we can ask about Lady Redwyne

>>3536661
I kinda want all of them, but I suppose that's too much.
>Ask about Goldengrove, and possibly a visit there
>Ask for Mathis’ opinion on the duel
I hope we can tie the first one into how he's been personally just to be polite.
I'd also like to ask about Lady Redwyne if there's time.

Well I think we can make all three of those work. Is there any particular order we want to ask them in or a general tone we want to try and have?

>>3536679
>Ask about Goldengrove, and possibly a visit there

Start out with that. Start out as polite as possible. Make small talk. Ask about the family. Etc etc

>>3536679
I'd say lead with wanting to visit. And generally come off as wanting to reconnect with our lovely uncle. While actually just felling him out

>>3536685
>>3536686
supporting these two

Works for me. Polite and lady like. Writing

The melee had begun in full force. Teams of men grouped in sevens clashed and the racket it caused was impressive. You turned to face Mathis and his wife. Mathis himself was broad and strong, and his hair was starting to thin, and greys were starting to speckle his mutton chops. His wife on the other side had more than a few silver streaks in her otherwise flaming orange hair, but was still a regal looking woman. “GO ON MATHEW!!” Mathis shouts exuberantly which brings an eye roll to Bethany’s face and a firm pat on her husbands legs. Mathis coughs into his hand and turns to face you.

“Allysa. I have no idea how I managed to not meet you at the feast. I’ve met the rest of Elleanors brood, but somehow you’ve escaped my eye, an odd thing considering James and yourself look so like your mother.”
You laugh prettily and enquire after your youngest brother.
“Well you’ve seen the boy, he’s all elbows and knees. Though I suppose most boys are at that age. Truth be told he coops himself in Goldengrove’s library most days. If I don’t chase the boy out of that tower you’d never find him in the yard at all. He does well enough once he finally gets there though. Nowhere near as fierce as Tyrus mind you. That boy needs to gain control of his temper.”
He shakes his head with a scowl but before he can continue you inquire about Goldengrove further.

“Perhaps you could tell me more about Goldengrove Lord Mathis. My mother has always spoken wonders about it. If I am being completely honest, I’ve always been a tad jealous of James getting to see such a beautiful piece of Westeros.”
This brings a rough laugh from Mathis, and a polite beaming smile from Lady Bethany.
“Well, in that case, perhaps after your baby is born and your fit to travel, you could visit us there.”
“Do you like flowers Allysa?” Lady Bethany chimes in, to which you clasp your hands together and beam a smile towards her.
“The gardens at Goldengrove are exquisite my dear. Even in winter we manage to keep some of our hardier plants blooming, and come spring they are a cacophony of colour and scents.”
“Do you keep the gardens yourself than my Lady?” you ask.
“No, I’m afraid I rather dislike getting my hands dirty. I do however help maintain the library.” She looks at her husband and seeing him engrossed in the melee whispers to you “I think James is wasted in the yard to be fair. Your brother is a lovely and intelligent boy.”

Mathis jumps from his seat again, cheering loudly and the two of you turn to see what was happening. You saw the now Ser Mathew pummel a man in the colours of House Lydden.
“Well cousin, perhaps you could ask my mother for her blessing. I’m afraid that if I ask, I don’t believe that she will give leave for my husband to accompany me…”
“I don’t know Allysa, your mother seems to be at her wits end at the moment…”

5D6 for charm please

Rolled 2, 6, 6, 1, 3 = 18 (5d6)

>>3536735

Rolled 1, 2, 6, 4, 5 = 18 (5d6)

>>3536735

Rolled 3, 1, 1, 4, 6 = 15 (5d6)

>>3536735

Rolled 2, 2, 3, 6, 6 = 19 (5d6)

>>3536735

Rolled 5, 1, 3, 6, 2 = 17 (5d6)

The one time I don't roll

Some pretty decent rolling there. Writing

--- Allysa Charm Test ---
Roll: 17 against DC: 12
Result: Two degrees of success

You look at him with your sea foam eyes and pout your lips in a slightly childish manner, and Mathis rowan guffaws brusquely.
“Alright, alright I’ll ask her before I depart from Ember Peak. But I make no promises though.”
You play the girl for a moment and throw your arms around him in a warm hug and thank him.
“Thank you cousin. Thank you.”
“I have to say though, I am a tad hesitant to host a man like your…husband in Goldengrove. We pride chivalry highly in the Reach.”
As he says this you spy your husband lashing out with his hammer at some poor man with a yellow and black shield, and can see your favor fluttering with every swing.
“The man is a damn good fighter though I’ll give him that, and if what Elleanor says is true, loyal. It’s hard enough to find a man with one of those qualities, let alone both, so I can understand why she would keep him around. That duel though…that was poorly done. A soldier like me can see the forest for the trees, and anyone with experience could see that blow was intentional. Although I suppose he had been insulting your honour…bah it’s not for me to say. The gods were watching and they judged him guilty. Tell me Allysa, is your husband a godly man?”

You had to shake your head. “No, I cannot say that he worships often. He believes in them well enough, just doesn’t think theyre watching someone like him.”

“Yes well, lowborn or not, the gods watch down on us all.”

Silence fills the box as the three of you watch the fighting continue on further. Both your husbands team and Ser Mathews had made it through to the next round, and another 6 sets of teams were competing now.

--- Anything else you guys want to ask? Or want explained further in conversation? ---

>>3536783
Maybe touch on now much hubbie loves us and is willing to fight for our honor? I dont want uncle to think him a savage.

Yeah politely defend him

“Lord Mathis, I would like to ask you something, and please do not take offence. Nor do I seek to offend Lady Bethany either.”
Lord Mathis gestures for you to continue, while Lady Bethany simply clasped her hands, listening intently.
“Imagine for a moment that someone had the audacity to call Lady Bethany a whore, right in the great hall of Goldengrove.”
He looks at you with a raised eye brow and a shocked look at this sudden breech of etiquette, but Lady Bethany sees where you’re going with the conversation an relaxes back into her chair.
“Would you let an insult like that stand? Would you let him get away unscathed?”
“Well certainly not I-“
“Exactly. My husband may not have been born to a great house, and perhaps he doesn’t understand etiquette as he should, but he cares for me deeply, and was fighting for my honour. And if that isn’t virtuous, or chivalric, I cannot say I know what is.”
Lord Mathis looks you up and down and chuckles.
“You really are your mothers daughter aren’t you? I’ll concede your point, and when I get to meet the man I’ll give him an honest chance. That I can promise.”

You smile and together the three of you enjoy the rest of the first day of the melee, as the chaff was cut away and the less competent fighters were weaned out.

Is there anything else you guys would like to do as Alyssa before we go back to Mervyn? I want to give you guys a chance to roll for the melee so if not we’ll switch to Merv for some skull crushing.

>>3536820
I think I'm good mate, I appreciated this spin as her.

>>3536820
Nah, let's get this show on the road.

>>3536820
Let's smash skulls now

>>3536825
I hope anons will tell our lovely wife alll our problems without the shadow of her being a monster or some sheit

>>3536820
Whats the reward for the melee again?

>>3536837
200 Gold Dragons or 1 Wealth

>>3536828
>>3536826
It's clobbering time!

>>3536825
I'm glad. It's a challenge to write I won't deny, but I think it at least opened up her as a character a little more.

>>3536843
I'm sure anons won't randomly just not tell her shit now. I'm really glad your counting this quest. I love u

>>3536820
yeah, let's get to the bashing.

--- 09/04/281 ---
{Mervyn}

You were enjoying a moment of respite at a table, with a horn of dark ale quenching your thirst. You had emerged from the first rounds from the melee unscathed. But as your mind had time to wander…questions began popping up. During your duel with Ser Herman you had baited him with the information that Allysa gave you. You had told him that his brother had died like a coward, begging for mercy and he had raged, taken your bait and fallen into your trap. He had lunged to hard and to fast, and fallen victim to a back spinning hammer blow. He exposed himself, and you had punished him. He was a worthless lickspittle, an arrogant cocksure highborn prick and killing him brought you no small manner of satisfaction. The fact that he’d had the nerve to insult your wife only made it all the more satisfying. Truth be told, you were used to most nobles shitting on you. Growing up the son of a hedge knight you had gotten used to it, but you would be damned if you would tolerate a slight to her honour.

He had confirmed in his rage that Hershel Hill was in fact Hermans brother, and now a few pieces of the puzzle were falling into place. The herald was sounding the call for the second round and you put your helmet back on and Tyrus helped to fasten your shield to your arm, although it took longer than it normally did on account his broken wrist. You walked with purpose onto the field, which was now filled with mud and ruts. You looked up across from your opponents, a motley group of men wearing tabards of red and blue, before looking back at your own teams bedecked in green and yellow. Your eyes went to the main box, where you saw Titus and Elleanor looking out at you, but you didn’t see your wife. You rubbed the piece of clothing wrapped around the haft of your hammer for luck, before slamming the visor of your helm shut. The herald dropped his flag to signal the beginning of the second round and you charged ahead with a roar!

7D6 please

Rolled 4, 1, 1, 2, 1, 3, 6 = 18 (7d6)

>>3536890

>>3536892
not my best roll...

Rolled 3, 5, 3, 2, 6, 1, 5 = 25 (7d6)

>>3536890

Also,I'm fading pretty fast here. I've still go to pack my bags so I can leave for work tonight so I'll pick this back up tomorrow morning and we can finish up the melee before I have to hit the highway

Rolled 1, 4, 2, 3, 2, 2, 1 = 15 (7d6)

>>3536890

>>3536898
thanks for running

>>3536892
>>3536899
Lol. How come when we switch back to Mervyn the dice gods abandon us? Clearly those born of bastards cursed.

>>3536898
sounds good

Rolled 1, 1, 5, 2, 2, 6, 2 = 19 (7d6)

>>3536890

>>3536906
What? 25 isn’t a bad roll, it is best of 3 right?

>>3536906
with merv's lucky benefit, we get a free reroll once a day, right?
will we get a warning if our bad rolling is going to result in something bad happening (injury, etc) or will we have to guess that ourselves and try to use it preemptively? I mean, unless they're all swarming us for what we did to swyft, 25 is still a decent enough roll at this point in the melee. and with how many dice we're rolling for combat, I think we might still be good here.

>>3536914
We end up not following the advice we give to our own squire for his melee

>>3536913
The 25 was solid. I just find it funny.

>>3536914
I will inform you guys if its an important roll and put it to a vote. Although ain't nobody swarming Mervyn yet. Too busy trying to avoid him like the plague.

>>3536919
maybe merv's distracted by his wifey missing
it would be funny if she got up and started cheering him
>>3536921
ah, good

>>3536922
She got all hot and bothered watching him kill the guy who insulted her. She had to go find a private place to take care of it with her fingers.

-Combat Round 1-
Ser Mervyn: 23 against Combat Defence: 9
Three Degrees of Success
18 damage – 9 Armour Rating = 9 Damage
Unknown Knight Health: 0

Bandit: 14 against Combat Defence: 8
Two Degree of Success
8 damage – 10 armour rating = -7 damage
Ser Mervyn Health: 12

Unknown Knight Defeated

You charged towards the enemy line with a with your hammer raised high, and used your shield to bash open your opponents defence. You didn’t recognize the heraldry, but it looked like a bird on green. He uses the opening caused by the use of your shield to send a sword blow towards your chest. The blow thuds into you and you grit your teeth, but your armor does it’s job and you shrug off the minor pain. In return you raise your hammer and bring it down with a thunderous clap to the mans roundel, and the man falls to his knee.

“I yield Ser. I yield!” He shouts throwing his sword into the muck and putting up his hands in surrender. You hear a growl of irritation come forth from your own throat as you turn and pan the arena. There were perhaps 20 men in this round of the fighting, with the majority of them centered around the middle in a large brawl, but you noticed a few men lingering on the borders, waiting. Perhaps they were cowards, perhaps they were smart, perhaps they simply knew their limitations. Either way you were at a cross roads as to what you were going to do…

---Ser Mervyn’s Melee Choice ---
>Join the centre melee
>Go hunt down the men lurking on the outskirts

I’ll take 7d6+1 again regardless please and thank you. I realized I'd forgotten that Mervyn has a castle forged hammer, so i gave him a +1 on the last roll myself. Anyhow, going forward.

Rolled 4, 4, 2, 3, 4, 5, 3 + 1 = 26 (7d6 + 1)

>>3537557
>Go hunt down the men lurking on the outskirts

Suprise motherfuckers!

Rolled 5, 2, 4, 3, 6, 3, 5 + 1 = 29 (7d6 + 1)

>>3537557

>Go hunt down the men lurking on the outskirts

Now what do you think you're doing running from a fight like that?

>>3537557
>Go hunt down the men lurking on the outskirts

WRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYY>>3537557

Rolled 3, 5, 5, 2, 3, 5, 1 + 1 = 25 (7d6 + 1)

>>3537557

Rolled 5, 3, 2, 3, 1, 2, 2 + 1 = 19 (7d6 + 1)

>>3537557
>Go hunt down the men lurking on the outskirts

Time to play

-Combat Round 2-
Ser Mervyn: 24 against Combat Defence: 10
Three Degrees of Success
18 damage – 9 Armour Rating = 11 Damage
Unknown Knight Health: -2

Unknown Knight: 13 against Combat Defence: 8
Two Degree of Success
6 damage – 10 armour rating = -4 damage
Ser Mervyn Health: 12

Unknown Knight Defeated

Either way, you decided that they were cowards. You may have told Tyrus to use the very same tactic, but a squires melee was different. The age differences alone could make such an event drastically unfair. But for grown men and knights all? Nothing but cowardice. You jogged away from the main mass of men and found your first target. A tall looking man clad in green and brown, you charged him yelling nonsense and you found his eyes through his open-faced helm and they went wide with shock. He uses the reach of his spear to his advantage once he regains his senses, but it was to little to late. You used your shield to knock the point inside and once you were inside the mans guard it was over. Your hammer strikes against his shield and the wood cracks, then it strikes to the mans breastplate and it gives way and brings forth a cry of pain. Lastly you spin your hammer round and hook the spiked end behind the mans knee and trip him up, causing him to fall on his back. You stand over the man threateningly and raise your hammer which brings forth a hysterical “MERCY SER!”. You had to shake your head at that. There was no dishonour in yielding, but do so like a frightened girl? Pathetic.

You spy the other straggler who had witnessed your prowess and made his way to the other side of the melee, trying to put the other men in between you and yourself. As you stalked him further and got closer you recognize that there was a ship cresting the top of his great helm, and his underneath his tabard you saw his colours were blue, yellow and red, and he was edging away from you as quickly as he could manage without making it look like he was running.

--- Continue after the straggler or join the melee proper? ---
>Let’s get that coward
>Leave off, we can get him at the end

>>3537613
>Let’s get that coward

>>3537613
>Let’s get that coward

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Don't mind me here guys. Just posting some heraldry....

>>3537613
>Let’s get that coward

>>3537613
>>Let’s get that coward

>>3537613

>Let’s get that coward

No one will run from battle without getting it's licks of affection before hand

Okie Dokie. Can I get 8d6+1

Rolled 6, 5, 6, 4, 6, 6, 5, 2 + 1 = 41 (8d6 + 1)

>>3537649

Rolled 4, 6, 2, 2, 3, 4, 3, 3 + 1 = 28 (8d6 + 1)

>>3537649

>>3537653
jesus christ

>>3537649
Oh shit I just wasted that roll on a scrub, hope we didn’t kill him on accident

Rolled 6, 1, 3, 6, 4, 5, 5, 1 + 1 = 32 (8d6 + 1)

>>3537649

>>3537658
I think you just caved in his skull.

>>3537658
Lol that wasn't just a scrub either. There heraldry should be a dead give away, but he wont die. Just get humiliated a little bit. Can't ruin Elleanors plans that easy

>>3537670
I don’t recognize anyone’s heraldry desu, there’s so much of it I don’t bother.

>>3537674
dude's family is very close to the lannisters
guess we're going even lower on their shitlist

>>3537682
Hopefully we have the xp soon to lvl up fighting again. We’ll probably need it and waifu has the whole thinking thing covered for us.

>>3537682
Are they though? There is one specific piece of information about the Farmans that spawned the entire idea for this quest. It's on the wiki I believe.

But don't forget, Elleanor wants Joanna married to this guy. Allysa would probably have the information why, although she probably wouldn't connect the dots.

>>3537694
Ah man, Tywin doesn’t like these guys because they tried to defend themselves against Ironborn niggers? That’s lame, wish we didn’t humiliate him so badly.

>>3537694
says they're principal bannermen
https://awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/House_Farman

-Combat Round 3-
Ser Mervyn: 35 against Combat Defence: 10
Ridiculous Degrees of Success
16 damage – 10 Armour Rating = 6 Damage
Unknown Knight Health: -2

Sebaston Farman Defeated

You stalked him, and eventually you had pursued him into a corner of the fence where he had nowhere to go. He looked around, head swivelling looking for an exit but he doesn’t find one. You approach slowly at a walking speed, and you swing for all you’re worth. To your surprise, the man doesn’t attempt to parry your blow, but falls to his knees. You miss what could have been an absolutely fatal blow and instead wrench open the top of the mans helmet as the claw on your hammer cracks the steel and sends the helm that crested the top of it flying into the crowd. Smallfolk start bickering over the bauble, and as you look down at the man. He was yielding, begging for mercy, and you saw that he had taken a fairly serious cut from an earlier entry in the melee, and now there was blood pouring down from the top of his head into his eyes. Blood and tears streamed from his face as he pleaded with you, saying how he didn’t wish to die. Instead you plant a boot in his face and knock the man out cold and 2 squires run out to drag the unconscious knight off of the field. As you turn, you find yourself staring down a man clad in resplendent armour, bearing the gold lion of Lannister on a field of blue. He hefted a greatsword off of his shoulder, and now you found yourself trapped in the same corner…

--- Trapped in a Corner ---
>Charge him
>Let him charge you

>>3537717
They are principal bannermen, but the Reynes and Tarbecks were as well as one point in history.

>>3537719
>Charge him

Need to get out of it

>>3537719
>Charge

>>3537719
Charge. Fucking greatswords do too much damage for us to eat a charge.

>>3537719
>>Charge him

7d6+1 lads. Get him!!

Rolled 1, 4, 4, 2, 6, 4, 1 + 1 = 23 (7d6 + 1)

>>3537739

Rolled 5, 3, 4, 2, 2, 5, 1 + 1 = 23 (7d6 + 1)

>>3537739

Rolled 5, 3, 1, 2, 1, 5, 6 + 1 = 24 (7d6 + 1)

>>3537739

>>3537739
Of course we roll like shit when we actually need to roll well. Hopefully this Lannister guy already took damage, otherwise we’re fucked.

Alright well with the charge that was enough to defeat this guy in one round, but he hit you guys like a freight train in return, dealing 8 damage after everything was said in done.

So we have a couple options.

1. We can take 1 injury, giving us a -1 to our future rolls and take 4 damage

2.We can take 2 injuries, causing us to take -2 to our future rolls and take no damage.

3. We can take a wound, causing us to roll 1 less die on our fighting tests, but no damage.

4. Roll with having 4 health left, and deal with the last few remaining people in the round.

If you guys choose to take an injury or wound, there will be a roll at the end of the round to see if it keeps affecting you in the next and final round. If you guys don't, your health will go back up for the final round.

soooo...choices?

>1
>2
>3
>4


As an aside, because this combat isn't lethal for the most part, I'm not really letting anyone else take wounds or injuries just to speed things along. The next round though, because there is so much wealth on the line, will be full rules and in depth.

>>3537773
3. We can take a wound, causing us to roll 1 less die on our fighting tests, but no damage.

>>3537773
3. We can take a wound, causing us to roll 1 less die on our fighting tests, but no damage.

>>3537773
>>3

>>3537773
3 is probably best of the shit options. Are we allowed to cripple or maim this guy at a minimum?

>>3537773
>3

>>3537789
Hoping here to mangle his arm or something

>>3537794
Make him unable to ever use it again lol

>>3537789
>>3537794
Are we talking permanently cripple? Or just break an arm or give him a concussion?

>>3537801
I was thinking permanet.

>>3537801
We’re merciless, and this guys a Lannister. Unless there is a good reason Elleanor would want him unharmed, I see no reason not to fuck him up.

>>3537801
Unless it would make the other combatants be similarly merciless with us, or make us look particularly bad to people we care about.

>>3537797
>>3537804
Well there weren't any criticals rolled, but I mean we could. There would be some repercussions, and Mervyns reputation is going to go down the toilet amongst alot of noble houses. Don't forget we already killed someone in this tournament, which is at the wedding of our brother in law no less.

Some other things to consider. Mervyn doesn't really share Elleanors hatred for Lannisters, mostly because he is kept in the dark for most things.

Anyhow, we can put it to a vote. Unfortunately I've got to head off now. Just got a call from work and I need to get going here. I'll try and make it back here tonight, but I'm not going to promise anything.

-- Cripple Ser Leroy Lannister? --

>yay
>nay

>>3537825
>yay

>>3537825
>>nay

>>3537825
>nay

>>3537825
>nay
Just knock his ass out and break his arm I guess. We don’t want people thinking we’re the shorter Mountain.

>>3537825
>nay
I feel like maybe after we whoop his ass we can achieve something like mutual respect.

>>3537825
>nay

>>3537825
>>nay

Crippling Lannisters is generally not a good idea, breaking his arm though would be a good idea

>nay

So did we just bitchslap both of the guys Joanna is supposed to be courting? Farman kinda seems like a pussy, but at least the Lannister had the stones to make us take a wound.

Kind of feeling that a mutual respect thing might not be bad with a Lannister, considering the one already despises us. It's never a bad thing to have friends in high plaves

>>3537825
>>nay

>>3538046
Lol, the guy straight up told our wife he thought we were a shitty scumbag and bastard. He will never be respectful towards us.

>>3538087
not to mention he boasted with how he was gonna beat us

>>3537825
>nay

Wo

>>3537825

>yay

He'll walk away alright, using one leg

>>3537717
Some years after Lord Tywin Lannister defeated the Reyne-Tarbeck rebellion, Lord Farman of Faircastle grew truculent. Tywin sent him a musician as an envoy playing "The Rains of Castamere", and that was enough to make Lord Farman reconsider his position.

It all makes sense now. No wonder Elleanor wants to ally with them, she's tying to put together a coalition of those disenfranchised with the Lannisters. Look at you Elle.

>>3537825
>Nay
A melee is sport. Doing any (more) permanent injuries today is Gregor behaviour.

>>3537825
>nay

>>3537825
>>nay

spoilsports you lot

>>3538873
I'd rather not be the mad dog here, any more and we just become the guy you don't want at melees. Our wifes uncle will probably hate us too.

Poor OP. Probably got stuck at work

If OP does not reply he has the big gay

>>3537825
>>nay

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>>3537836
>>3537838
>>3537839
>>3537881
>>3537918
>>3537923
>>3538046
>>3538054
>>3538094
>>3538443
>>3538807
>>3538866
>>3539504

Yay - 2
>>3537827
>>3538269

In a moderately surprising turn events, we will not be crippling Ser Leroy. After that vote to kill Ser Herman I figured you blood thirsty anons would be out for blood. What does this say about Mervyn's character now? Who knows.

>>3537839
I can't wait until we get to meet the teenage mountain

>>3537881
>>3538046
Mutual respect, and even friendship, might be possible if you do the right favors for him. He is the heir to Lannisport after all, and could potentially be your brother in law.

>>3537923
It depends on your definition of a good idea. They are a VERY powerful family, and Tygett is a very formidable jouster. And just like injuries happen in melees, they also happen in jousts.

>>3538087
>>3538090
That's Tygett, not Leroy. But fair assessment. Odds are Tygett will never like Merv.

>>3538386
Well she is definitely up to something, but I mean if you guys want to delve into Elleanors plot further, you can always ask your wife about various houses and their histories. Fair warning though, that kind of knowledge is dangerous, and going down that road might make some things mildly to horrifically scary. Like I said earlier, actions have consequences, and playing that kind of game gets you power, or gets you killed.

>>3538873
That vote surprised me too.

>>3538877
That is another fair assessment. Mathis would definitely not approve.

>>3539236
10 hours of driving later...

>>3539329
Build a thousand bridges and suck one dick, you arn't a bridge builder, you're a dick sucker.

Well I finally go to where I need to be but I'm exhausted. Not sure if I'l have time to run tomorrow, but I'll try to keep you guys posted on here and on twitter. I appreciate your guy's patience, and if you have any further questions or anything, feel free to ask and I'll answer to the best of my ability.

>>3537773
>>3537773
I don't understand the logic behind picking option 3.

An injury is -1 to test results. That is fairly minor. Losing a die (d6) in comparison is -3.5 average. What kind of reasoning would make one choose 3?

we can post again...?
>>3539618
It would be interesting if we somehow managed to befriend Leroy. Tygett's reaction would be priceless. It would also complicate things a whole lot and make for a good bit of drama.

>>3539623
True. I would support 1 myself, but the voting is over I think. Another die is huge.

>>3539623
im not sure, but it seems in other quest we roll #dice equal to skill+specialisations and keep best #dice equal to skill.
here it seems op just adds them all together

that is why i voted option three art least. didnt pay attention to ops use of the rules until you mentioned it

>>3539630
Fucking 4chan ate my post. So

We roll 5D (fighting) + 1D (expertise) + 2B (specialty). That's 8 total. And a +1 total for quality.

Take >>3537557 as example. We charged and rolled 7d6. The highest was 25. Dropping two lowest it becomes 22. Add +1 total and 23 end result in the post makes sense.

>>3539629
>It would be interesting if we somehow managed to befriend Leroy. Tygett's reaction would be priceless. It would also complicate things a whole lot and make for a good bit of drama.
I would like it too but with no meta shit involved. Not sure if cultivating some grudging respect between them is possible though due to a difference in status and his attitude towards Mervyn in general. Lets see how he reacts to our inevitable victory later!

>>3539660
>no meta shit involved
True, true.
I try to support whatever happens organically.

>>3539629

I'm very late to the party as usual, but I like this idea. It seems to me that if Sebaston qnd Leroy are duking it out for our sister in law, if we help one of them, odds are they are bound to at least be neutral to us. And if Leroy is the heir of Lannisport, maybe we can weasel our way into even becoming the captain of the lannisport guard? That directly lines up with our goal of power?

>>3539930
Imagine how pissed Elleanor would be

>>3540057
Good thing we do not care about her grand schemes.

>>3540060
Except Mervyn does feel a very strong sense of loyalty to her. She’s the one who made it possible for him to become a household knight, something more than a bastard wandering hedge knight. He allowed him to marry her daughter. Plus we voted for him to be a very loyal kinda guy when we created him. Unless his wife decides to go team Lannister, I doubt Mervyn is going to.

>>3537773
Didn't you just say we could reroll a roll with bad results and you would notify us about it?

>>3540072
>>3537773

See >>3536921

>>3539618
>Who knows.
Like you yourself have said breezy, Mervyn has no motivation towards stomping any Lannisters. He met his fair share of haughty highborn cunts, doesn't mean he should break every one of them. Merciless, not cruel.

>>3540067
I thought when we created Mervyn we decided we were loyal to wifey, and Lady E by proxy as long as she kept fulfilling our desire for power. If a better offer comes out way, and the wife is okay with it we should take it.

OP. Could you tell us when next thread ?

>>3539623
Honestly it wasn't the smartest choice. To be honest I think when I resume the thread I'll do that vote again with a clearer explanation.

>>3539629
It would be an interesting turn of events for Mervyn to say the least. But that will require you doing a few favors for Leroy, and by proxy, Titus, so yeah. Not sure how anyone feels about that.

>>3539630
>>3539660 explains it excellently.

>>3539660
I commend you for playing the character. As I said previously, you guys can make nice with Leroy. Just have to figure out what he wants.

>>3539739
Amen.

>>3539930
Good read on whats going on, and that would be a rather reasonable end game for Mervyn as well, but that just feels a tad meta to me.

>>3540057
Oh. Unbelievably so.

>>3540060
Don't we? We do owe her alot, and loyalty is our virtue after all.

>>3540067
I actually quite like this take on it. Mervyn does really have every reason to be loyal to Elleanor. Allysa also owes her mother for her marriage, but she is ambitious as well, and I haven't decided yet how she feels about Lannisters. Merv and Ally really are a power couple when it comes the drive for power and influence.

>>3540072
You can reroll your own dice, but I'm rolling for your opponents behind the scenes, and he got in a pretty solid blow, and he actually struck first due to the reach of his weapon.

>>3540092
Well said. There is a fine line between being malicious and being merciless.

>>3540255
I do remember we decided to be ultimately loyal to ourselves and Allysa. but I wouldn't say his loyalty to Elleanor is "by proxy". But in a life or death situation, I can't see Merv choosing Elleanor.

>>3541063
Yessir. I'm going to run May 31st @ 8:30pm MST to finish up the melee and have Mervyn meet Mathis.

>>3541077
>have Mervyn meet Mathis
Looking forward to it. This is a very enjoyable quest to participate in, QM.
Curious how our uncle in law treats us after Allysa explained Mervyn's motivations better. How big of a player are Rowans by the way?

>>3541077
>Honestly it wasn't the smartest choice. To be honest I think when I resume the thread I'll do that vote again with a clearer explanation.
In case you do run that vote again when I'm not here, putting in one vote for
>4. Roll with having 4 health left, and deal with the last few remaining people in the round.

A wound is a pretty serious penalty, especially if it lasts until the next rounds of the melee, so that's a definite no.
2 injuries is also a pretty big hindrance and agaiin could last into the latter rounds of the melee, so I'm against that.
1 injury and 4 hp is okay. Given our previous performance I reckon we can win pretty handily even with a -1 penalty. We're more likely to recover from one injury than 2 and thus be fine in the next round of the melee.
8 hp damage is a lot. We'd only have have 4 hp remaining and that's too close to 0 for my liking BUT we can just elect to take injuries later. I don't see any advantage to taking the injuries now. The -1 from a single injury isn't much but it's still a penalty. If we take the damage just as straight hp we're still at 100% combat effectiveness and we can always take an injury or 2 later in the round if need to ... at the very least it's a couple more turns without a -1, at best if means no injuries now and no injuries carrying through to the final.

>>3537773
>>4

>>3541431
Yeah +1 for this. We should try and be in top fighting shape for the final. Gotta win dat 200 Dragons.

>>3541424
It'd be nice if someone who was nobleborn didnt despise us

>>3541759
>It'd be nice if someone who was nobleborn didnt despise us

Our wife and squire

>>3541762
I mean someone with some degree of power. Reading through the previous chapters, even Elleanor doesnt seem overly fond of us. Itd be nice if we had someone nobleborn and powerful in our corner

>>3541766
>Elleanor doesnt seem overly fond of us. Itd be nice if we had someone nobleborn and powerful in our corner

Yeah. She see us more like a hammer to which she can strike at her nails

>>3541766
Well we are an ex-hedge knight born to q bastard. We were even an honest to God bandit for a while. We really are a dirt baby, and it's going to take alot of shit for nobles to get over that. Plus we married up into a pretty good house, that shot is resentable.

>>3541772
Let's not over value ourselves that is literally what we are good at. It's our one skill, killing things well, and it's a hot skill to have. Lots of upward mobility

>>3541776
I didnt realise we were an ex bandit. Ffffuck. We should really try and make nice with Lord Rowan, and buckle down on either the future farman or lannister bro-inlaw.

>>3541795
I mean there is still upward mobility in our house, if we continue to hamstring the lord and help the lady we could become there master of arms or captain of the guard.

This story is good!

Since OP is 15 min late we can only conclude that he has forsaken us or died

>>3543164
He said tommorow

>>3543174
Oh right. Timezones are a thing. My bad

>>3541424
Much obliged, I'm glad your enjoying it. I'm currently writing up Mathis' dialogue right now I hope I don't disappoint. The Rowans are a pretty powerful house from the Reach. Up there with the Tarly's and the Florents.

>>3541431
I realy don't want to set a precedent for allowing revotes or anything, but I think this time I'm going to go with it. Because you guys are going to need every advantage you can get in the joust that is coming soon, and I don't think I explained the pros and cons of it as well as I should have.

>>3541766
>>3541772
>>3541776
>>3541778
>>3541795
>>3541831
The end game for Mervyn is pretty open so long as it involves him gaining power. Becoming a landed knight, captain of the guard (lannisport, ember peak) or any number of other things. You guys will really get to decide what you want him to achieve.

>>3542204
Thanks you!!

>>3543164
>>3543174
>>3543178
I'm still here, and the only reason I won't run tomorrow is if I get evacuated due to the various wildfires that are burning close to me right now. But I should be good.

>>3543211
I am curious how the family is going to react/treat Mervyn and Alyssa's child. Alyssa's father and mother most of all

>>3543231
Hahaha. That's not something I'm going to spoil. But I will say this. There will be a spectrum of reactions, and through those, you guys will get to see some peoples true colours come out.

-Combat Round 4-
Ser Mervyn: 22 against Combat Defence: 7
Four Degrees of Success
24 damage – 10 Armour Rating = 14 Damage
Lannister Knight Health: -2

Unknown Knight: 21 against Combat Defence: 8
Three Degree of Success
18 damage – 10 armour rating = 8 damage
Ser Mervyn Health: 4

Lannister Knight Defeated

You charged at him. As quickly as you could manage which catches the man off guard. He swings his greatsword in a wide arc and it catches your shield and you can feel the tremendous force behind the blow. So much in fact that the sword bounces up off the shield before connecting against your upper arm just below your shoulder. You roar out in pain as you feel the force of the blow transfer through your torso and retaliate by swinging your hammer in a wide arc and catch him on his forearm causing his one hand to lose his grip on his sword, and you quickly follow up by bringing your shield around in an overhand blow to know the sword out of the Lannisport Lannisters hands. To his credit, the man doesn’t yield, instead going for his belt and the short sword he wore there. As he attempts to bring the blade forth your hammer finds purchase and beats the man down to the ground where he finally puts out a hand in yielding. Shaking off the pain and rolling your arm out, you turn and face the melee again before…

---Mervyn’s Awareness Test---

3d6 please

Rolled 6, 2, 6 = 14 (3d6)

>>3545681

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

>>3545681
>>3545681
Sneaky snakes

Rolled 6, 3, 4 = 13 (3d6)

>>3545681

>>3545696
Shit

>>3545681
Is he going to sneaky stab us? He is from a house of historic theifs and sneaks.

---Mervyn’s Awareness Test---
Rolled: 14 vs DC: 12
Result: Sneak attack avoided

Before you spy Ser Lionel Ruttiger, one of Ser Titus’ men, attempt to bring you low with a nasty blow from a morning star, hoping to catch you off guard and from behind. The clinking of the chain is enough of a tell for your experienced ears and you duck and spin away from the attack, causing him to unbalance himself, such was the amount of force he put behind the blow and you steady yourself. His black and orange armour is scuffed and dented, and if you were honest you were surprised he had made it this far in the event. The man had never struck you as much of a fighter, but here the two of you stood across from each other.

Roll 8d6 for fighting please


>>3545716
Leroy is a pretty honorable guy. There are a few reasons Joanna would rather end up married to him rather than Sebaston Farman.

Rolled 1, 6, 4, 1, 6, 3, 6, 5 = 32 (8d6)

>>3545720

Rolled 1, 3, 4, 6, 6, 3, 3, 6 = 32 (8d6)

>>3545720

Rolled 5, 3, 4, 3, 1, 4, 3, 5 = 28 (8d6)

>>3545720
Let's hope for some good roles