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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.

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--- 29/04/281 ---

It had been a fruitful three days since you had asked Ser Tyrion to set up a meeting with Lord Tyler Lannister for you. You had explored Lannisport thoroughly with some of your men, and your mind had run to the thought of your unborn child, and you had taken the better part of a day to consult with a wood worker about the construction of a noble crib for your babe to lie it’s head. Together the two of you had come to an agreement. It would be constructed of the finest Crakehall lumber gold could buy, and the bedposts would resemble eagles rising to the heavens. Sturdy and safe, a far cry from whatever box your own parents would have had access to lay you in during your own infancy. The extravagance cost you a dragon, but you had spent it happily after seeing the level of craftmanship that the woodworker was capable of. There would be no tumbling cradles or other such nightmares for your child. With your mind still on the unborn, you remembered a conversation Allysa had with you before you had left for the city, regarding that of a wet nurse. It was unfashionable and improper, she said, for a noblewoman to nurse her own child and had asked for you to find a suitable woman so as to allow her to be free to pursue her other responsibilities and interests amidst the castle. As such, you had asked the twins and they had both smirked mischievously saying they knew a girl that they had grown up with and both knew her to be able to “give suck” as it were and had taken you to their old haunts in the city. You had found her in a small hovel, a woman perhaps a year or two older than the twins but with a baby on the breast and a few small children scurrying around her feet, and upon asking learned she kept a brood of no less than 5 children. She had scowled in irritation at Derrick and cocked an eye brow at Merrick before introducing herself as Holly, and she explains she was widowed last year and was currently working in an alehouse on the docks in order to support her children.

“Ser here’s lookin’ for a wet nurse Holly.” Ser Derrick explained in his common born way.

“He’s a knight in a proper castle too” said his brother Merrick to illuminate the situation further.

“Better work than whoring down at the docks” they say together as they irritatingly often did.

She had looked at you with mistrusting, but hopeful eyes before giving you the condition that she would only be willing to on the condition that her children would be allowed to come with her. They ran the gamut from the newborn who was currently suckling to a 6 year old boy, and you had assured her that her children would be welcome in the castle, and that a monthly salary of 10 silver stags would be her recompense, as well as room and board. At that, she had handed off her babe to Merrick and flung her arms around you and agrees whole heartedly, saying that she would make herself present at the manor you were staying at tomorrow morning.

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You had been in a herb shop haggling over some rose buds for Allysa’s garden when a squire in the livery of House Lannister of Lannisport had found you and brought a summons for you to attend Lord Tyler in Lann’s Keep by mid-afternoon. You had concluded your haggling with the proprietor and left to follow the squire up the winding streets of Lannisport, taking in the earthy smells of Westeros’ third largest city, mounted proudly upon Triumph as he diligently bore you on the cobblestone streets, intelligently stepping so as to avoid night soil or other debris. The journey took the better part of two hours to castle, but eventually you came to a long wall, made of the same sand stone as the streets and you followed it towards a gate guarded by no less than 6 heavily armoured men, clad in gilded steel and bearing formidable black shafted halberds. They open their guard to allow you and your small party into the castle where your men are taken to a different part of the castle, and the squire takes you up a staircase, through a courtyard, through an antechamber, left, right, right and up a spiral staircase towards Lord Tyler Lannisters solar at the top of the central tower of the keep.

You see Lord Tyler sitting at his desk, working away diligently at some decree or order and the squire gestures you to take a seat, which you accept. You watch his hand flow across the paper and take stock of the state of the mans princely looking solar. It was richly furnished, with myrish and qhohorik tapestries adorning the walls and the desk itself was made of a dark wood that Allysa had once told you came from the Summer Isles. The cup that contained what you were sure would be a noble vintage of wine appeared to be made of solid silver. Everything about the solar, and indeed the man screamed to that of wealth and power. And you waited. But the man was intent on his parchment and ink and the soft scratching of quill on vellum itched at your ear...

--- Mervyn's approach? ---

>Wait for Lord Tyler to finish

>Cough politely to get his attention

>Interrupt his work

>>3667907
>>Wait for Lord Tyler to finish
We've got nowhere to be and this is his lordly keep.

>>3667907
>Cough politely to get his attention

>>3667907
>>Wait for Lord Tyler to finish

Alright we'll play it cool and wait it out. Enjoy a -1 to the difficulty to the upcoming persuasion checks for not acting like a lowborn hedgeknight. Writing

>>3667969
Makes sense we are here basically asking for a favor. He could have had us waiting in the foyer for hours.

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Time seemed to creep on ever so slowly, as if watching cold molasses moving on a frigid winters morning but you waited. You had stood and walked over to a side table and poured yourself a glass of wine into one of the finely wrought silver cups and you rolled the weight of it in your hand before sampling the vintage. You hadn’t been wrong, it was a fruity red, the perfect wine for a crisp spring day and the taste danced over your tongue as you retook your seat at his desk.

After what seems like an eternity, but what was in reality no more than an hour, you see the man fold up his parchments and reach for his wax and seal, pouring a dollop of the carmine wax onto the each of the papers before pressing the anchor and lion sigil of his house into the cooling wax leaving fresh imprints, and he looks up to you with calm eyes that give away little of what goes on behind them. All you could see was that they were Lannister green and cunning.

“Ser…Mervyn? Yes, Ser Mervyn, good day Ser. I hope my man found you in a timely manner. These are busy days I find myself in and I find I have little and less time to complete my business. Ser Tyrion wrote me and informed me you requested an audience with me, one that could potentially benefit the both of us. I believe I have grasped his meaning, and have come to understand that you are on the search for a handmaiden for your wife?”

You nod your head carefully before taking another sip of wine. You knew there was more meaning behind his words than you understood and would have to play this negotiation carefully. This was something far more suited to Tygon or Allysa, and in truth you were out of your depth.

“Has Ser Tyrion explained my situation? No? He truly is an honourable man. That and his ability to gather wealth is a large part of the reason that House Lantell currently stands the highest of the knightly houses of Lannisport. Well Ser, I have a daughter. Only she is not my wifes if you catch my meaning. Jillianne has been brought up here in Lann’s Keep, but as she grows older, I’m afraid my wife takes more insult at her being here. Jillianne has currently taken to spending her time in the Sept of Loren, being the pious girl that she is, but she is still too young to join the faith properly as she wishes too. So I am in a position to allow her to join you in Ember Peak and serve your wife instead. Perhaps in time she may even find a husband amongst those in your service instead of becoming a septa. However, I know the worth of a daughter of a Lannister, even one born on the wrong side of the sheets and I will require certain favors of my own. Ser Tyrion informs me that you and Lord Titus have been in talks recently, and I have a question for you Ser. What do you make of my son? Ser Leroy?"

--- Mervyn's Response ---

>Comment on his martial ability

>Comment about how Joanna seems to like him

>Write in

>>3668008
>Comment on his martial ability

>>3668008
>>Comment about how Joanna seems to like him
>Comment on how he fought well in the melee

>>3668008
>>Comment on his martial ability

>>3668018
>>3668019
>>3668054

Martial ability it is. I'll throw in a comment about Joanna though

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You swallowed as you considered what exactly the Lord before you was asking. You knew little and less of the man, only that he seemed an adequate knight and he’d acquitted himself well during the melee. You knew Joanna was often seen with him as well and seemed to prefer him to Sebaston Farman, but other than that, he remained a relative mystery to you. You cough, bring your hand up to cover your mouth politely before beginning your response.

“He is…well he seems to be a capable knight m’lord. He fought well in the melee, and is fearsome with that two handed sword of his. I can’t speak to as to his character, but if I were to wager I’d say he doesn’t lack for courage, and carries himself with honour.”

Lord Tyler nods his head and maintains eye contact with you as his hand idly plays with his inkwell and a moment of silence prompts you to fill the void. Coughing again, slightly more awkwardly this time, you continue.

“He…he obviously takes his knightly vows seriously. I’ve seen Joanna and him together frequently ever since Tygon and Lady Andreas wedding.”

This brings a small, wry smiles to his face for the briefest of moments before he begins to speak, his green eyes alight and glimmering.

“I too have noticed that Ser. The two seem to be nearly inseparable. I’m not sure if you had noticed being so preoccupied in Lannisport but Joanna has spent nearly every waking hour in Lann’s Keep. I’d say the two are smitten with on another, and in my own eyes the match is a highly suitable one. The only problem is Lady Elleanor as far as I can tell. Now, it isn’t my business to tell a fellow lord how to run his castle, but I have been in talks with Lord Titus and he is in agreement with me that the two of them should be married as soon as possible. And at least in my family, when the patriarch of a family decides something, said decision is considered final. Lord Titus warned me of your presence and orders, and so I ask you Ser, if Joanna and Leroy were to wed…would you see an issue with such a thing? I have seen you fight, and I fear for the men who would be sent to stop you if you wished to put an end to such an arrangement, nor do I doubt you could forcibly take Joanna back to Ember Peak with knights as fearsome as those you are in command of. So I propose to you a deal of sorts Ser. You allow Joanna to stay in Lannisport, Lann’s Keep to be specific, and the details of the marriage can be hashed out between fathers, and in return, I will give you charge over my baseborn daughter, Jillianne Hill. What do you say Ser?”

He extends a hand out for you to shake, and you look at it for a moment as you consider the implications of what such a deal could mean for your position, child, family, and possibly even your life….

--- Lord Tyler’s Deal? ---

>Shake his hand

>Do not

>Write in


Biiiiiiig decision here guys. Big fork in the road so I'm going to let this one sit for a little and I'll answer any questions.

>>3668129
>Do not

First of all. It is not up to us but our lady and we made a promised. Secondly, a proper lady in return for a baseborn is not a fair trade

>>3668129
Shit. This of we agree to this the lady will be very pissed. But we said we would remain neutral to our lord. Man, if we do this and burn down the village I dont know how the lady will react. Fuck why couldn't we win the hand of a Reach lord, all those fat bastards do is feast and drink.

>>3668129
>>Shake his hand

>>3668160
Dude. He is lowballing us big time

>>3668129
>I agree that your son is a better match and a better man. however I was given orders to return her and betraying my liege would be especially bad for me and my wife. My Lord will not go to bat for me against his wife's ire. You make an offer I sadly have to decline.

>>3668175
Supporting

>>3668175
I'll second that. We can get our traders daughter to be our handmaiden less strings and we dont fuck ourself

>>3668144
True it definitely isn't up to Mervyn, it's between Titus and Elleanor. But as for Jillianne for Joanna, it's not a "trade" per se, more of a favor granted to us.

>>3668148
You ain't wrong. Only question is who do we want to not piss off more, T or E? And who knows what could happen, we're going to visit Goldengrove after the baby is born.

>>3668170
It would be low balling if Mervyn was anything more than a household knight. But what he's offering is relatively fair considering Merv's station.

>>3668175
>>3668180
>>3668188
Not a bad way to phrase it. Theres still a way to get away with taking Jillianne to Ember Peak though if you guys want to. It'll be an approach and a promise kind of thing, plus a persuasion check.

I'm just going to go whip up some food, so I'll be back in about 20 minutes or so.

>>3668200
WE can make a promise to speak to our lady that the match is more suitable, would make her daughter happier, and help her accumulate more power. sparing her children from being exposed to tywin's wrath, but we cannot promise more.

>>3668224
That's well within the realm of possibility. Is this combined with >>3668175 how you guys would like to frame our refusal? ANything else you guys would like to add or ask?

>>3668266
yes, i agree with it

Alright can I get 3d6 for charm please

Rolled 5, 1, 6 = 12 (3d6)

>>3668476

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

>>3668476
Big rolls

Rolled 4, 2, 3 = 9 (3d6)

>>3668476

--- Ser Mervyn’s Persuasion Test ---
Rolled: 12 vs DC: 14
Result: Test failed

You stare at the mans proffered hand, but the two of yours remain down. The exchange lasts for an uncomfortable moment before he withdraws his hand and promptly takes his own seat again.

“M’lord, if I may be honest, I believe your son is the better match, and by far the better man, but I swore an oath to my lady liege that I would ensure that her daughter was brought home to her, pure and unmarried and I do not trust Lord Titus to protect my position or life from Elleanors wrath. My own wife is heavily pregnant, and I do not plan to put my unborn child in a dangerous spot from the moment it’s born. If you are still willing to send your natural daughter with me to Ember Peak, I can swear to you, here and now, that I will do everything in my power to change Elleanors mind about the match.”

You then offer your own hand to the seated lord, but he looks at your hand with a contemptuous look and rings a small bell, and the door to the solar opens and the squire appears once again.

“Escort Ser Mervyn out. Our business is concluded here.”

And with that, you turn your back on Lord Tyler Lannister and make your way down the hall. You find your men dressed and ready to leave in the courtyard, and together you leave Lann’s Keep and make your way back to Lantell Manor. The conversations had run over and over in your head, and the simple dismissal had put you on edge. He had given up far to easily for your liking, and noblemen rarely gave up so easily in their schemes without having an ulterior motive. The time to do what you excelled at had come, and you wished to be rid of the city and politics.

You sat at a small table for the better part of the evening, making a list of your men of who could be relied on to do what you were about to ask of them. Every man you could get for such a job could be useful, and the men who viewed their honour and virtue to highly could be relied upon to guard Joanna while you were away. That presented another problem. She had indeed been spending a lot of time in the company of the Lannisters, and with the brazenness that they had asked you about the possibility of marriage she would need to be under guard day and night, but to what extent? Should you confine her to her chambers in Lantell Manor? Or assign her two guards at all times?

The candle began to sputter as it burned low and you retrieved another and set it alight as you began to make your final decisions for the evening…

And it's time to make some plans and cover our asses here.

Mervyn is going to leave Lannisport to go do his dirty deeds, but the question remains of what to do with Joanna?

2 main choices would be for all of you to leave as a group, and the other is to leave her in Lantell Manor.

If you choose to leave her behind, do you guys want to lock her up, give her a guard or trust that Tygon can look after his own sister while you are away taking care of business?

Feel free to discuss, or ask questions. I'll put a vote up in 20 minutes for what we want to do.

>>3668606
Lock her up. I do not trust her, the Lannisters or Tygon to be smart enough to keep her out of trouble. Get that traders girl as handmaiden and get her to spy and keep tabs on Joanna

>>3668606
I'd say leave as a group, not trusting Tyler one fucking bit and We did have a promise to Elenor

>>3668613
I agree.

Alright well let's do this!

PART 1

>Leave Joanna behind, she would be safer here than on the road

>Take her with you, leaving her on the road with half your men

>>3668627
>Leave Joanna behind, she would be safer here than on the road

Some things to consider will be she will know something is up when half of her guard dissapears, and should people come sniffing about what happened in the village, she might be able to put two and two together.

But leaving her behind puts her in your mens hands, and you'll have to trust they'll do their job to protect her and prevent the Lannisters from making their move while your away.

>>3668627
>>Leave Joanna behind, she would be safer here than on the road

Alright just to keep things moving along here..

Part 2

>Leave her locked in her chambers at Lantell Manor, under guard

>Leave her free to go where she pleases under guard

>Leave her under her brothers care

>>3668668
>Leave her locked in her chambers at Lantell Manor, under guard

That way she wont see half the men leaving

>>3668668
>>Leave her locked in her chambers at Lantell Manor, under guard

>>3668668
>>Leave her locked in her chambers at Lantell Manor, under guard

>>3668668
>Leave her locked in her chambers at Lantell Manor, under guard

>>3668668
>>Leave her locked in her chambers at Lantell Manor, under guard

>>3668668
And if she wish to complain she can take it up with her mother. Tell her that.

Alright looks like were locking up our sister in law. Could have some repercussions, but possibly having her get married behind your back would have larger ones so fair enough. Just going to go take a walk and stretch my legs and I'll start writing

>>3668496
>>3668476
Don't we get to reroll that 1 for being attractive? Or am I misremembering the rules

>>3668705
that is a very long walk

>>3669090
God fucking damn it son of a bitch. No, you're right. My apologies guys.

>>3669131
It was. Elderly women and their damn card games...

Anyhow, writing now

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You put down your parchment, decisions made and head to the bed to sleep and are embraced by the dreamless dark of an exhausted mind.

--- 30/04/281 ---

You had awoken with purpose, so much in fact that when Tyrus entered your chamber with a plate to break your fast you ignore it completely, stating that you’d eat once you were on the road.

“We’re leaving Ser? Heading back to Ember Peak finally? Thank the Seven, I can’t stand the smell of this place.”

You let a small grimace take hold of your face as you shake your head and tell your squire that was work to be done before you returned home, but he would stay behind and stay with Tygon while you rode out to take care of Elleanors orders. Tyrus’ features snarl up into a mask of irritation and anger as you say this and he let’s you know what is on his mind.

“Fuck that Ser. You can’t leave me behind, I’m your squire. My place is by your side. How am I supposed to learn from you if I’m not with you. If you’re trying to leave me behind, it’s obviously something dangerous, so there will be fighting right?”

“Tyrus, it’s not that simple. This isn’t just going to be like our time in Hornvale. This is going to be….different.”

“And I don’t give two shits Ser. I want out of this city, and if you try to fucking leave me behind I’ll follow you the entire way.”

Stubborn, you thought. The boy was as stubborn as a mule and had the same cantankerous temper to match. But perhaps…the boy had already killed his first man, and the boy would have to learn that the world isn’t all knightly vows and honourable combat. He needed to learn that sometimes you had to get dirty to get a job done.

“You should take an ass for your sigil Tyrus. Seven know you act like one. Fine squire, I’ll take you, but first you must swear a vow. That no matter what you see or do, you must on no account tell anyone of what we do and where we were.”

Tyrus swears the oath willingly and rushes off to begin readying the horses and preparing for the journey himself as you find Ser Austin Osgrey and Ser Art talking near the main hall. Handing Ser Austin a piece of parchment on account of Ser Art couldn’t read, and he looks at you questioningly but with a nod he hurries off to enact your orders leaving you with Ser Art.

“And where is Ser Austin off too?”

“I’m leaving Art, some work to be done but I need to make sure the Lady Joanna stays protected and out of the hands of the Lannisters. The talk I had with Lord Tyler has me on edge. She’s to be kept in her chambers day and night, with at least 2 men at her door at all times.”

All Ser Art has to say in response is that scheming ain’t no job for lowborn men like the two of you, but leaves it at that. The eldest man in the Loyal Reins and a loyal serjeant, you knew the man could be relied upon to do as he was ordered, but unlike you, he was someone who prided himself on his honour and vows. He wasn’t the kind of man who would take to the slaughter of innocent smallfolk, especially as a way to try and start a war and so he would have to stay behind.

After having ensured Joanna was safe behind closed doors, and getting an absolute earful of vitriol from the furious young woman, not to mention having to try and talk down Tygon from immediately releasing his twin which you only do by invoking his mothers name and from there he grudgingly lets it lie, and you promise that you would explain your actions in the coming days upon your return. Ser Tyrion was another who had been angered by your actions, likely taking offence to having his manor be used as a prison for someone who he had no intention of locking up. He was likely in bed with Lord Tyler and his brother Lord Titus, and the scowl he gave you as you rode out of his gates was one a great annoyance.

Your party of men had ridden almost to the main gates of the city in good time, the twins directing you as was their job, and the menace that these men exuded was enough to make way through even the busiest crowd. Your men were not wearing their plate, instead you’d had them suit up in brigandine, breastplates and hardened leather armour so as not to arouse suspicion during this raid, and in truth you all looked like a band of hedge knights and bandits, not the normally proud and honourable men of the Loyal Reins. You had almost made it out of the city when you heard a voice hailing your name…

“SER MERVYN! SER MERVYN WAIT!!”

You looked behind you and found Ser Cardyn Lantell riding hard to catch up with you, sweat pouring off of his brow as you wheeled your horse around to meet him sitting high in the saddle.

“Ser Mervyn” he exclaims slightly out of breath. “I wish to accompany you. Looks to me that your gearing up for a fight, and I want to be a part of it.”

You look the man up and down. He could fight you knew that much, and the cruel smile he often wore told of a man with a mean streak that the men that currently rode with you all had. But he was an unknown beyond that…

“I highly doubt your father would approve of you riding under my command Ser”

“Oh to hell with my father. The “Knight” of Lantell Manor. More’n’like the Merchant of Lantell Manor, Ser. His greatest accomplishment in life is getting my sister Cerenna as a lady in waiting for Lady Annette Lannister. That and growing House Lantells coffers. My mother, Seven bless her, has more stomach for violence than my father does. Our duel was the first time I’ve fought with live steel in months. Gold rings more true in his heart than steel Ser and I cannot stand living there any longer. Let me join your men, and consider this my trial.”

He looks about and does a quick count of the number of men you had riding with you.

“I’d say you could probably use every man you can get no? I’ve my own horse, armour and weapons Ser. I shan’t burden you. On my honour Ser…”


--- Questions for Ser Cardyn? ---

>yay (write in)

>nay


--- Accept Ser Cardyn’s offer to join you on the raid? ---

>yay

>nay

>>3669523
>--- Questions for Ser Cardyn? ---
>nay
>--- Accept Ser Cardyn’s offer to join you on the raid? ---
>yay

>>3669523
>Nay
>Nay
Stop inviting people to our dirty deads done dirt cheap party. We need people to not talk about this

>>3669573
>Stop inviting people to our dirty deads done dirt cheap party. We need people to not talk about this
Didn't even consider this.
Changing >>3669526 to >nay

Bit slow today, but that's to be expected. Looks like we're telling Cardyn no dice. Do you guys want to tell him a straight up no? Or perhaps send him back to Lantell Manor and have him keep an eye on Joanna? Any other ideas guys?

>>3669642
We could give him the job of protecting our young wayward sister in law. I don't know if he'll let her out though. But fuck it he needs a job so sure. Give him an ego stroking line about how we need a man with his strong arm to protect her or somthing

>>3669642
And you did kinda just walk away and come back to the thread, if you posted a Twitter or something that would tell people your back. Or if you ran on a web site that had live timers, like anonkun.

>>3669642
Can we play up the importance of needing his highborn honour and manners to keep joanna safe/pure until we get back? Say our men are good however none are his equal in etiquette honour etc

>>3669656
Lets go with that. That way we dont totally offend him

>>3669649
He's kind of a dick wad and he wants out of his family, so he's looking to come to Ember Peak. And after getting pummeled by you, he wants to learn from Merv, so an ego stroking is something that would go over well.

>>3669656
Maybe not is "honour" per se but his family name ad position within Lantell Manor would make him feel important.

>>3669674
Perfect. We'll send him home then, but he's going to insist on coming with you to Ember Peak when whatever your "doing" is done.

Writing!

>>3669642
>Bit slow today
That's what happened when you run in the middle of the day famo in the middle of the week.
Pretty sure most people are at work.

>>3669704
Not in Europe. It is just right here

>>3669706
Haha yeah normally I have to catch up at work and can't participate

>>3669706
I'm merican and I'm only here because I'm on lunch break

>>3669523
>Nay
>Nay

“My men are more than up to the task Ser, and we do not need another sword. This is a delicate ordeal and if I’m honest, I don’t know you. If you wish to prove yourself, return to Lantell Manor and talk with Ser Art of the Pendric Hills. Tell him I’ve sent you to aid him, and ensure that nothing happens to my goodsister Joanna. When I return, if all is well, we can talk then about a position for you then.”

The young man, who resembled and was of an age with Tygon, looked at you with suspicious eyes and he tentatively agrees. Loyalty was worth more than a sword arm in a manner such as this, and ensuring Joanna remained secure was a task that would prove doubly useful. Not only did it test his loyalty, to see if he truly disliked serving under his father as he said, but it would give your men some extra clout within the manor and hopefully prevent any conflict coming from your orders.

“Alright Ser. I’ll do it, but there had better be a place for me at the end of all this. My father has mentioned there is war on the horizon for House Reynold…”

He gives you a hungry look, but whether it was hunger for violence, glory or cruelty you couldn’t quite make out and you nod your head and the two of you head your separate ways, and kick your horse into a trot and make for the gate.

--- 04/05/281 ---

Time had flown and your men had ridden as if the seven hells were on their heels and you had made excellent time. You would be at the village tomorrow if Lady Elleanors directions were correct and you didn’t doubt that they were. You had passed by more than a few small villages once you had come into Serret lands, but had found them quite unpatrolled, with only perhaps a dozen guards in each village. As you made camp, you and your men sat down around the fire to begin to plan this raid now that they knew what their actual task was. Ser Walder Erenford suggested riding into the village tomorrow by day and staying at the inn and getting the lay of the town during the day, waiting for darkness and then sacking it from the inside.

Ser Tristan the dornishman on the other hand suggest an honest raid in the dead of night. “Hit them hard. Hit them fast. All before they knew what was happening.” He said it with a smile and wink in a casual contempt for the human life you would all be ending on the morrow.

Meanwhile, Ser Tybalt Hill was of a mind to attack just before dawn, when most of the guards would be the groggiest and you could make an honest get away into the hills during the day and actually see where you were riding.

All of the plans had merit, but ultimately the decision fell to you…

--- Dirty deeds, Done...how? ---

>Ser Walder Erenfords plan, infiltrate the inn and gain the measure of the town, and then attack at night. Potentially risky in case some people get away and they might recognize you, but you get to do some reconnaissance of the village

>Ser Tristan the Dornishmans plan, attack hard and fast at midnight. You’d be going in blind, but it would catch them all by surprise

>Ser Tybalt Hills plan, attack just before dawn. Some of the smallfolk might be awake, but the guards would be their groggiest right before the change of their shift making fighting easier

>>3669801
>Ser Tristan the Dornishmans plan, attack hard and fast at midnight. You’d be going in blind, but it would catch them all by surprise

>>3669801
>Ser Tristan the Dornishmans plan
We want the plan with the least risk of identification

>>3669801
>>Ser Tristan the Dornishmans plan, attack hard and fast at midnight. You’d be going in blind, but it would catch them all by surprise

>>3669801
>Ser Tristan the Dornishmans plan, attack hard and fast at midnight. You’d be going in blind, but it would catch them all by surprise

We are pretty much doing what Langward and Redward did to Brynden in Malroy quest. Hilarious

>>3669817
>>3669818
>>3669819
>>3669823

Hard and fast, in the shadow of night.

God these poor smallfolk don't even know whats coming. Writing

>>3669801
>>Ser Tybalt Hills plan, attack just before dawn. Some of the smallfolk might be awake, but the guards would be their groggiest right before the change of their shift making fighting easier

I can't be around for this to play out, but i want to propose something.

We need to make our squire understand that we did this on Eleanor's orders, that she wants to start a war to kill even more people, quicker. Make him think long and hard about what kind of monsters are around him. Mervyn and the knights here, the lord and lady and their conspirators.

The kid shouldn't be doing this shit and he shouldn't grow up thinking this is normal.

>>3669897
backing this, he needs to know why we are doing this, not that his educator is cruel for cruel's sake

You look around at your men sitting around the fire before settling on Ser Tristan.

“Ser Tristan has the right of it. We’ll attack at night. Hard and fast. We can’t risk having anyone recognize us in the aftermath in case there are any … survivors. And I plan to be as far as we can into the hills by the time dawn creeps over the horizon. So get some sleep lads, because tomorrow night, well, you know whats coming.”

A few of your men grin, a few of them show no emotion at all. Ser Walder and Ser Tybalt each flip over a silver stag to Ser Tristan and he laughs casually before gazing into the fire, and you can see the flames dancing with the mirth in his dark eyes.

You leave your men to the fire and crawl into your bedroll and shut your eyes, listening to the sound of wind whistling through tall, brown grass and the beginning of springs insects coming to life, a gentle symphony of whistles and clicks and you soon fall into a deep sleep.

--- 05/05/281 ---

You were dressed for battle, mounted on Triumph and bearing a spear and a torch and looked over to Tyrus. The youth looked sick in the torchlight and when he makes eye contact with you, he swallows hard and nods his head, looking forward with blank eyes. The rest of your men were all prepared as well, and you gave Tyrus some advice before it all began.

“Men are only meat Tyrus. And you are a butcher. The songs might sing of knights saving maidens and chivalry, but all a knight really is…is a killer who has said some vows. Bury the emotions inside yourself, and learn to bury them deep. You don’t feel emotion when you eat a roast pig in Ember Peak do you? Of course not, and that pig was once alive and breathing. Men are no different”

Your mind flashed to the men and women you’ve killed, to the children as well. To the animals slaughtered and villages burned, and you follow your own advice and push it all to the very depths of your soul. You tighten the grip on the haft of your spear and you see Tyrus nod and a glaze come over his eyes, and all he manages to say in a dry whisper is “Aye Ser” and as a group you descended down the hill towards the village. There were a few scattered torches moving about the village and you saw in the moonlight the rough outline of perhaps 10 buildings alongside of the river, an inn, what looked to be a guard house at each end of the village and another single building slightly isolated further up the hill.

You approach a small wooden bridge and see two guards standing on the far side of it and when they see the approaching party, they bring their torches to bare and readied the clubs that they bore and call out at you asking “Who goes there?”. You stop at the far side of the bridge and look to either side of you and nod your head and bring your horse to a sudden gallop and the two men take a step backwards in shock. You see the whites of his eyes as you ride up on him and…

Can I get 9d6 for fighting please

Rolled 4, 4, 1, 2, 3, 6, 5, 3, 3 = 31 (9d6)

>>3669935
Time for PILLAGE and RAPE

Rolled 5, 4, 4, 3, 2, 1, 6, 5, 1 = 31 (9d6)

>>3669935

>>3669935

Rolled 3, 9, 8 = 20 (3d9)

>>3669935

>>3669952
>>3669947
Take your time anon. You can do it.

Rolled 4, 5, 3, 5, 6, 6, 4, 5, 4 = 42 (9d6)

>>3669935

>>3669961
Good job anon

>>3669961
I am proud of you. Third time the charm

>>3669968
Thanks anon, I typed too quickly for the first two

>>3669961
Mary Mother of God. The Black Eagle rides tonight!!

Ridiculous amounts of success. Writing

-Combat Round 1-
Ser Mervyn: 27 against Combat Defence: 6
Four Degrees of Success
16 damage – 3 = 13 Damage
Serret Watchman Health: 6 - 13 = -10
Result: Serret Watchman Dead

Serret Watchman: 7 against Combat Defence: 7
1 Degree of Success
3 damage – 8 armour rating = -5 damage
Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Health: 12

You ride hard and true and your spear finds itself planted through the mans chest, directly through his heart. His death scream cries out into the inky blackness of the night, and the blood that gushes forth from his wound looks almost silvery in the moonlight. Credit was owed to the man, he was not a coward. Even as he fell he lashed out with his club, catching you on the leg but the blow was the bite of a fly and you hardly noticed it with the adrenaline that pumped through you. Tyrus had handled the other guard well, taking his mace and swinging it downwards towards the other guards head and you hear the familiar clang of metal on metal followed by the collapse of a body that told you he had succeeded.

Your men were now over the bridge now and in the midst of the village. Torches in hand, they rode for the centre of the village and screams began to spring out from the houses as the populace began to realize what was happening. Tyrus stuck by you and together you rode to….


Please choose how this raid goes and include all three choices in your preferred order

> A.) The lonely house, to make sure they didn't get away in the confusion

> B.) The main houses with your men, they needed help with the work load to prevent any escapees

> C.) The guard houses, kill the guards and the rest were defenseless and could be killed with impunity

>>3670063
>> A.) The lonely house, to make sure they didn't get away in the confusion
>> C.) The guard houses, kill the guards and the rest were defenseless and could be killed with impunity
>> B.) The main houses with your men, they needed help with the work load to prevent any escapees

>>3670063
>A
>C
>B

>>3670063
>> C.) The guard houses, kill the guards and the rest were defenseless and could be killed with impunity
> A.) The lonely house, to make sure they didn't get away in the confusion
> B.) The main houses with your men, they needed help with the work load to prevent any escapees

>>3670063
> B.) The main houses with your men, they needed help with the work load to prevent any escapees

>>3670063
> A.) The lonely house, to make sure they didn't get away in the confusion

> C.) The guard houses, kill the guards and the rest were defenseless and could be killed with impunity

> B.) The main houses with your men, they needed help with the work load to prevent any escapees


Rape. Pillage. Burn

Okay let's get the heart wrenching stuff out of the way first. Can I get 6d6 for fighting please

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

>>3670083

Rolled 2, 5, 6, 4, 4, 6 = 27 (6d6)

>>3670083

Rolled 6, 2, 4, 2, 3, 5 = 22 (6d6)

>>3670083

Rolled 5, 3, 3, 6, 4, 6 = 27 (6d6)

>>3670083

You rode to the house that sat apart from the village. Your men could handle the sacking of a small village and the screams were beginning to get louder and a soft glow was beginning to emanate from the houses as the thatch roofs began to burn. Whoever lived there could slip away into the dark if you gave them any longer and could potentially alert any Serret forces in the area, or give them information about what way you went after the slaughter if they had the stomach to watch from the darkness. You rode across the mud track that served from a main road and stabbed your spear into a woman who was crying hysterically and she grew silent as soon as the spear entered her back. You heard Tyrus yelling as ferociously as he could, trying to work himself into a frenzy as a watchman tried to gether his reins and pull him off his steed, but his mace shatters the mans hand and a hoof connects with his head causing him to fall to the ground in a slump.

As you approached, you see a low stone wall around the house, along with two pigs and a few goats, all bleating in panic at your approach. You dismount from Triumph and tie him up at what was clearly a very small stable, although it currently sat empty, and Tyrus follows you as you head for the door. The animals could wait, the people were the ones that mattered. You tried the door and found it locked and soon you heard Tyrus yelling for you. Cursing, you look over the low wall and spy three watchman that were running up the hill as fast as their legs would carry them.

“Tyrus, mount your horse and circle the house. If anyone tries to leave, kill them.”

He looks at you with serious eyes, the normally green reflecting into a hellish looking orange in the fire light as he remounts his horse quickly and begins to circle the house and prevent an escape. You in turn stroll towards the gate to face the three watchman who had come to defend it.

-Combat Round 2-
Ser Mervyn: 25 against Combat Defence: 6
Four Degrees of Success
16 damage – 3 = 13 Damage
Serret Watchman Health: 6 - 13 = -10
Result: Serret Watchman 1 Dead

Serret Watchman 1: 4 against Combat Defence: 7
Attack Failed

Serret Watchman 2: 9 against Combat Defence 7
1 Degree of Success
3 damage – 8 armour rating = -5 damage
Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Health: 12

Serret Watchman 3: 7 against Combat Defence 7
1 Degree of Success
3 damage – 8 armour rating = -5 damage
Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Health: 12


The first man who comes at you swings his club for the fences, charging and screaming “NO RIVAL” at the top of his lungs, and you contemptuously sneer at the man and turn his blow aside with the haft of your spear, turning the blade downwards toward the ground. He spits in your face and you pull up and in on the blade, hamstringing the man causing him to yell out and fall to the ground, whimpering about his leg. You silence the man as your spear plunges into his neck and you wipe away his spittle as you lean on your spear that resides in the dead man and stare at the other two who now faced you.

Eventually the two seem to gather enough courage to strike you, and together they attack as one. You manage to get your spear in the way of both of their attacks, but defending against two men you don’t manage to block them entirely or strike back. The first mans blow catches you in the ribs and you can hear the clink as your armour does its work, while the second glances you on the forearm. The blow stung, but it left what would likely be a small bruise but nothing more. The two men retreated slightly instead of pressing their advantage of numbers and you chuckle to yourself audibly, whirling your spear into an attacking position and prepare to go on the offensive.

6d6 for fighting please and thank you.

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

>>3670170

Rolled 1, 1, 5, 4, 4, 4 = 19 (6d6)

>>3670170

Rolled 6, 4, 3, 2, 4, 6 = 25 (6d6)

>>3670170
may we blessed in these rolls

-Combat Round 3-
Ser Mervyn: 23 against Combat Defence: 6
Four Degrees of Success
16 damage – 3 = 13 Damage
Serret Watchman Health: 6 - 13 = -10
Result: Serret Watchman 2 Dead

Serret Watchman 2: 12 against Combat Defence 7
2 Degree of Success
6 damage – 8 armour rating = -2 damage
Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Health: 12

Serret Watchman 3: 10 against Combat Defence 7
1 Degree of Success
3 damage – 8 armour rating = -5 damage
Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Health: 12

The two quickly recover from their fear and mistake, and once again attack together. One goes left and one goes right and the attacks fall simultaneously. You grit your teeth and choose to defend the one against the right and though his blow rattles your grip on your spear as it connects against your wrist, you keep your grip tight and grunt through the pain. The second man who attacked your blindside got in a much better strike, a solid blow to your back and although your armour does it’s job preventing any serious injury, the blow was enough to knock some of the wind out of your chest and cause you to stumble slightly. As you glanced over your shoulder, you saw the man become over confident and raise his club high, aiming for your head and you twirled the ash spear in your hands and as he took a step in to close the distance, the cold steel tip of your spear found its way into the mans belly. You turned, dropping your spear although it stayed upright due to the depth of it being inside the red mess that was your enemies insides and threw a massive right hook towards the mans jaw, knocking out several teeth and leaving his mouth a bloody ruin. He lay mewling on the ground and screams as youwrench the spear out of him and you smell the unmistakable odour of shit hit your nostrils. Whether he had soiled himself or it was from the wound you could not tell, but it mattered not. You were used to this. Men shit themselves when they die.

The other man looks shaken, but during the fighting he has placed himself between you and the door of the house. He tightens his grip on his cudgel and makes the sign of the mother before he in turn charges at you.

6d6 fighting please

Rolled 5, 6, 4, 6, 6, 1 = 28 (6d6)

>>3670239
RAPE PILLAGE BURN!

Rolled 6, 4, 2, 4, 3, 2 = 21 (6d6)

>>3670239
Next time when just fighting multiple mooks like this, please make it BO1 so you can do it all in one update. This drags things out and it's not really exciting (to me, at least).

Rolled 1, 1, 1, 3, 3, 1 = 10 (6d6)

>>3670239
RIP AND TEAR RIP AND TEAR

>>3670251
Fair suggestion. I only keep it this way because he's a combat character and the more combat the better, but I'll give it that way a shot for the next group of schmucks.

Anyhow yeah he's dead. I'll also take 4d6 for athletics(strength) please

Rolled 3, 5, 3, 5 = 16 (4d6)

>>3670260

Rolled 3, 5, 5, 5 = 18 (4d6)

>>3670260

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Rolled 6, 2, 3, 1 = 12 (4d6)

>>3670260
It's your quest, and for sure against proper opponents keep the combat exactly how it is!
It's just like the early rounds at archery tournaments for Brynden, they're so trivial that, although the activity (archery/fighting) is super fun, it becomes boring when drawn out.

Rolled 6, 6, 2, 1 = 15 (4d6)

>>3670260

>>3670268
Oh that door is coming down and it is coming down right god damn now.

>>3670271
No I get where your coming from and it makes sense. I'll give it a shot in a minute here. I genuinely appreciate the criticism!

-Combat Round 4-
Ser Mervyn: 27 against Combat Defence: 6
Retarded, unnecessary Degrees of Success
16 damage – 3 = 13 Damage
Serret Watchman Health: 6 - 13 = -10
Result: Serret Watchman 3 Dead

Serret Watchman 2: 3 against Combat Defence 7
Attack Failed

He charges at you, fear and duty warring in his face and his lack of training shows, leaving his midsection wide open and undefended. Perhaps it was because of the relative peace in the Westerlands as why many garrisons and guards got lazy. After the Reyne-Tarbeck Rebellion most lords had done little in the way of fighting over border disputes and territory. Even bouts regarding honour often went directly to Casterly Rock to solve their problems, but Tywin Lannister had been away for a long time, and his brother was nowhere near as fearsome. These thoughts distract you momentarily before your spear stabbed upwards into the mans belly, you feel it ricochet off of the mans spine and burst out through his back in a spurt of the mans blood, you brace your feet and with both hands gripped firmly around the weapon impale him, lifting his feet off of the ground and screaming an incomprehensible curse at the man as the life leaves his eyes and you drop him unceremoniously as if he were a pile of dirty laundry at a well.

You pick up your spear, and kneel beside the man so as to wipe some of the blood off of the haft before standing once again and walking towards the door…

--- Ser Mervyn’s Athletics(Strength) Test ---
Rolled: 18 vs DC: 18
Result: 1 Degree of Success

…and find it still locked. Tyrus had done his job and none had fled from the home. Jiggling the handle and leaning your weight against the door you find it to be solidly made, with a proper iron deadbolt for a lock no less. Leaning your spear against the side of the building, you brace yourself in the frame of the doorway and give a mighty kick just below the handle of the door and you can hear the metal components begin to give way. With another heave and another kick the lock gives way and you burst into the room to the sound of a woman screaming. Tyrus follows you into the room bearing a torch and you see her drop the corner of a large carpet to the ground and she rushes to a corner where she curiously picks up a longsword, cursing you in her terror.

You look to Tyrus and see a look of disgust on his face. You knew why he felt that way, and truth be told, you may have once too before you had learned to ignore those feelings. Scruples were the luxury of the rich, and growing up as you had you’d never had the wealth to afford such morals. You give him a soft push behind you and you walk over to finish the deed. She clasped the sword in two hands and swung wildly, screaming how her knight would save her, avenge her, that Ser Samwell Serret wouldn’t allow his loves killer to get away with such a deed. You ignored her words, and blocked her blows with a manner so casual that you even had a time to stifle a yawn and you shake your head. This had gone on long enough. Suddenly coming into action, you spring forward and your spear finds its way in between the woman’s ribs and she falls very quiet as she collapses to the ground. You follow her eyes to the carpet that she had dropped, the last place she looked as life left her and walked over too it, ripping away the carpet and knocking over the table and chairs that sat atop and revealing a cellar of some kind. When you wrenched the cellar open, you found yourself staring at the inky blackness and felt a small amount of queasiness enter your stomach and instruct Tyrus to investigate what exactly was down there.

He gives you a look, but obeys your commands and with torch and mace descends into the darkness. It isn’t a minute before you hear a mournful “Ser” and Tyrus soon emerges with his mace tucked into his belt, baring a torch and a small child on his hip. Looking at her you guessed she couldn’t have been more than five years old, and she is weeping from fear and clutching at Tyrus with a surprising amount of strength from such a small girl.

“…Ser, what…what do we do?” The look on his face is one of horror and disgust as he realizes what is to be done.

“Give her to me.” You respond to him with a command and he tries to give her to you, but she screams and buries her face into your squires side. Eventually you rip her from his arms and order him to wait outside, which he does so. As he closes the door, you can hear him retch and imagine the sound that follows is him falling to his knees to empty his stomach and you look at the girl who is clearly terrified of you, struggling to get away, clawing and scratching at you as she weeps…

--- How does Mervyn react? ---

>Sadly, hide the girl back in the cellar. You had your own child on the way, and would refuse to kill someone so innocent

>Kindly, attempt to calm her down first before killing her with mercy. Even you were capable of mercy with children.

>Coldly, your orders were your orders, and child or no, she died. Now.


Additionally,

--- Tell Tyrus about why this was happening now? ---

>yay

>nay

>>3670365
>>Coldly, your orders were your orders, and child or no, she died. Now.
No witnesses
>nay

>>3670365
>Coldly, your orders were your orders, and child or no, she died. Now.

Get it over with

>nay

Better that you dont know and do not blame us, you demanded that we took you with us

>>3670365
>Kindly, attempt to calm her down first before killing her with mercy. Even you were capable of mercy with children.
Could be the transition of Merv turning into a father instead of a mindless killing machine.

>>3670365
>coldly
>nay

Jesus we are a bastard

>>3670365
>>Coldly, your orders were your orders, and child or no, she died. Now.
>nay

I'll let the vote go for 10 more minutes before I start writing. Damn y'all are some cold mother fuckers

>>3670426
Only because we need to be.

>>3670365
>Coldly, your orders were your orders, and child or no, she died. Now.
>nay

>>3670365
>>Kindly, attempt to calm her down first before killing her with mercy. Even you were capable of mercy with children.
>nay

And thats that.

Coldly, 5
>>3670372
>>3670375
>>3670397
>>3670421
>>3670441

to

Kindly, 1
>>3670377

Writing here.

>>3670365
>>Kindly, attempt to calm her down first before killing her with mercy. Even you were capable of mercy with children.
>nay

>>3670445
Fair warning, I'm doing a flash back here so this one might be a little while.

>>3670459
Take your time lad

You held the girl in one arm and pulled up one of the fallen chairs before taking a seat. The girl struggles fiercely against your grasp and you are reminded of a time when you were once that small. Unbidden, one of your first memories springs into the forefront of your mind.

--- Twenty years ago ---

You were hidden inside the barn of the farm you were staying at. Your father had been hired on to help bring in the harvest, and as an insurance policy due to some recent troubles with a band of bandits. He’d been drinking with the farmer this evening, and so instead of playing with the other children you had went to hide from him, as you had learned what was coming.

Father had changed when your mother died, and the 6 months since had been the hardest of your young life. You’d been beaten so many times you’d lost count, and when he drank the beatings got more and more savage. He’d broken your wrist the first time and though it was nearly healed, you pulled it close to you in the dark as you heard the door of the farmhouse slam open and you heard him yelling your name.

“MERVYN!” MEEEERVVVYYYYYYYN!!!”

He was drunk. Perhaps the drunkest you’d ever heard him. Momma had never let him drink, and if he had an ale at the inn she’d scald him, but she was gone now. She got sick, and after he died, your poppa had taken you away from your home and the two of you had wandered across the land so he could find work. But he’d struggled to find any and as a result he took his frustration out on you. He said it was your fault that momma died, and your fault that he couldn’t find work. It was your fault that the two of you were hungry all the time.

The door to the barn slammed open and your father stumbled in, cursing under his breath and walking around the barn looking for you. You curled up into a ball underneath the hay that you had hidden yourself under and prayed. You prayed to the mother for her mercy like Septon Hayle had taught you to. You prayed to the warrior for strength so you could stand up for yourself. You prayed to the stranger for your mother. But like always, they never answered.

“Come ou’ ‘ere you fawkin’ bastard. I fawkin’ know yer in ‘ere.”

Moments of silence were followed by the smashing of a clay cup against a post of one of the stables and you shiver and accidently allow a small whimper to come out from between your lips and you can hear your father walking over to the pile of hay, stumbling and nearly tripping over himself as he does so.

“AAAaah. Is tha’ some mice I hears? No, no I dun thin’ so.”

He walked over and you heard him pick something up and stagger over back to the hay bale and he stabs into it, grunting “Come out come out wherever you are” between each thrust. The thrusts were coming closer and you felt your nerve give way.

“Poppa? POPPA STOP! PLEASE!” you say as you unfurl from your ball and crawl out from underneath the hay and see your father standing there, using an old pitchfork to try and prevent himself from swaying. When you get out and stand he throws the pitchfork down and beckons you forwards with a finger and as soon as you were within range, the back of a hand lashed out at you and split your lip open and you fall to the ground and you can feel tears welling up in your eyes.

“Stan’ up boy.” Your father commands you. You could smell the reek of alcohol on his breath now, and you stood obediently before him, a child before a full grown man.

“Farmer say he ain’t got food fer two o’ us. Guna ‘ave to take off in the morn. You ‘ear that? We gots ta leave. AGAIN!!!”

He shouts the last word as he grabs you by the collar of your shirt and shakes you violently before throwing you down back into the hay. This time you don’t need to be told to stand up again and you do so, just waiting for the next blow.

“Abbs, abbs. I can’t do it. It’s ‘is fault yer gone. I know it is. If it wer’nt fer ‘im we coulda paid tha’ damn woods witch. But no. We ‘ad to save up for ‘is ‘prenticeship.”

He begins to weep and falls to his knees, calling out your mothers name and you stand there, unsure of whether to try and comfort your father or take the opportunity to run away, so you stand there. Stuck.

Eventually he opens his eyes and finds you staring at him, a tear falling down your own cheek and he roars in a rage, standing quickly and picking you up by your neck and slamming you into one of the posts of the barn. All of a sudden, his grip tightens around your neck and you feel your mouth gasping uselessly for air, and your arms harmlessly pat away at his arms as he leans into you and puts all of his weight onto your throat. You swing your arms and your mouth gapes like a fish out of water, and black spots begin to cloud the edge of your vision. The dark continues to close in and your father continues to yell and scream at you, blaming you. It was your fault. All of it was your fault. And as the black consumes you completely, the last sensation you remember having was the feeling of falling as he threw your unconscious body to the floor.

You awoke on the ground the next morning, and even breathing was an agony. You coughed and touched your throat and found yourself in the worst, most pervasive pain you’d ever felt and you lay there for a moment before you heard your father call to you.

“Get up. We’re leaving. The mule needs to be saddled.” And he walks out of the barn leading his horse by the reins and leaving you to your work. And you rose, despite the pain. And you did saddled the pack mule, despite your shame. And you followed your father down the road, riding behind him. Despite your shame and fear. Because it was your duty…

--- 05/05/281 ---

You snap back to reality and find the girl had nearly gotten away from you, fighting and clawing at your forarms and hands as she fought to get away from you.

Your duty you think to yourself. You’d always done it. And with one hand you grip the girls shoulder in an iron grip that she cannot wriggle free from, and with your free hand you reach to your back and pull forth your dirk and you bring it to the childs neck and draw the blade across. She dies without so much as a scream, vocal cords severed and you wipe your blade free on her clothing before sheathing it again and you make for the door. Looking back at the two corpses, you walk through the threshold of the building and take a torch from Tyrus, walking the perimeter of the building lighting the thatch setting the building alight before returning to Triumph and mounting up. As you do so however, Tyrus interrupts you.

“S-ser, I..”

“Not now Tyrus. Later, but not now. I’ll tell you everything once this is done and we are away. Bury whatever it is you feel. All knights need to if they want to survive.”

You tell him this in a not unkindly way, and all he manages is a nod and together you remounted your steeds and rode down towards the opposite guard tower. There you found the twins battling with perhaps a dozen guards, and a third man you couldn’t identify lies face first in the dirt, tangled up and intertwined with his mangled horse.

You rode into the fray, breaking up the watchman and Triumph reared and whinnied fiercely, biting and lashing out as you entered the fray once more…

10d6 please guys (Note this isn’t a charge this time, so it will be 6D, 4B for the roll)

Rolled 2, 5, 4, 2, 6, 5, 4, 4, 6, 3 = 41 (10d6)

>>3670579
I feel so bad for Merv. Jesus.

Rolled 6, 6, 5, 2, 2, 5, 5, 1, 4, 2 = 38 (10d6)

>>3670579

Rolled 2, 5, 4, 3, 1, 3, 5, 3, 6, 2 = 34 (10d6)

>>3670579

>>3670584
It's part of the reason he can be so cold. He learned to put things away in his head, and compartmentalize negative emotions. But if they ever surface if Allysa ever weasels it out of him it's going to be a real pity party.

>>3670584
>>3670593
>>3670605

Needless to say though, those memories are back down where they belong in the depths of Merv's psyche, and he is M-A-D

>>3670620
I am pretty sure she would stop loving him if she ever found ourt the whole truth. She would still be his wife and all that. But i dont think she would ever truly love him.

>>3670629
Oh if she found out about this? That would be very different conversation, and she would never look at him the same again. And would likely not trust Mervyn around their future children. A simple disciplining such as a spanking would likely send her over the edge.

But if she finds out about his childhood, that would just be a sad, pitiful comfort session as she consoles him and reminds him how he isn't his father.

>>3670629
Yep, and knowing we're teaching it to her brother. Anons that think being 100% honest with your wife are retarded. There are things I'm sure she'd rather not know.

>>3670639
Poor Tyrus. He's going to deal with his feeling in an entirely different way. Instead of getting cold like Merv, he's going to get mad. All the time.

But you arn't wrong, there are definitely things Allysa would not want to know.

Agreed. We should be more open to her, but there are things that she must never know. I wouldn't be surprised if Tyrus gets distant with us over this, if not full hatred.

-Combat Round 5-
Ser Mervyn: 30 against Combat Defence: 8
Four Degrees of Success
16 damage – 5 = 11 Damage
Serret Watchman Health: 9 - 11 = -2
Result: Serret Watch Captain Dead

Serret Watch Captain : 14 against Combat Defence 7
2 Degree of Success
8 damage – 8 armour rating = 0 damage
Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Health: 12

You targeted the captain first. It was obvous who he was. The helm and breastplate made it clear, as did his constant shouting at the men who served under him. Using your horses mass to separate him from his men, you catch him on the back foot and he is nearly bowled over, but manages to regain his feet and swings his sword at you with all of his might, dropping the torch he carried to use both hands for his swing. The blow catches you in the chest but somehow, the brigandine you wore managed to prevent him from doing any serious damage. There was pain yes, and as you flexed you could feel your rib cage cracking as they often did when you stretched, but you had grown up with pain and were well used to it.

He had over committed himself into the blow, clearly trying to knock you off of your steed and you made him pay for it. Planting a boot into the mans face you feel the crunch of a nose breaking through the leather and as he falls, your spear tip finds his soft unprotected and you can hear the gurgle of a man choking on his own blood. Spinning Triumph around and giving him a kick in the flank you ride towards your next victim. A small man, more than likely still a boy looking for the prospect of an easy meal serving in the guard, and when he sees you approaching in his direction, he takes off at a run trying to escape your wrath, but it’s futile…

-Combat Round 6-
Ser Mervyn: 31 against Combat Defence: 6
Four Degrees of Success
16 damage – 3 = 13 Damage
Serret Watchman Health: 6 - 13 = -10
Result: Serret Watchman 4 Dead

He trips over his own feet in his fear and as he rights himself, the but of your spear knocks him back into the dirt and you lunge downwards and your spear passes through his leather jack like a knife through cheese, inflicting a mortal wound in the mans chest and you leave him there, crying out for his mother to come and hold him. You spy another man who had managed to pull Tyrus off of his steed and was standing over him with, berating the boy with every curse that he knew, but Tyrus notices you and the man follows his gaze and squares up, beckoning you forth in a challenge that said “come and take him”.

-Combat Round 7-
Ser Mervyn: 29 against Combat Defence: 6
Four Degrees of Success
16 damage – 3 = 13 Damage
Serret Watchman Health: 6 - 13 = -10
Result: Serret Watchman 2 Dead

Serret Watchman 5: 4 against Combat Defence 7
Attack Failed

And come you did. The weight and momentum of your steed, combined with your natural skill at arms made for an incredibly deadly combination. The man attempts to swing his club for the head of your horse, but the beast is more ferocious than he expects and bowls into him knocking him back. Tyrus takes the opportunity to stick out a leg and trips the man as he stands up and rushes to get mounted back onto his own horse. The mans hands go up in a pleading display for mercy, but you had none to give. You slide off your saddle with a practiced ease and walk over to the man and drive your spear straight into the man’s eye and through the back of his skull. You hawk and spit onto his corpse, and remount, taking in your surroundings. Fire had taken hold of most of the buildings and the watchmen were all dead. You had lost a man, but all that was left were peasants and small folk so it troubled you little. You look over to Tyrus and say to him “Come Tyrus, let us see this farce over with.”

You rode back into the thick of the town, and with every stab a man fell. With every slash a woman was cut down. And soon enough the place reeked of smoke, shit and blood as you and your men regathered in the centre of the village and all of the screaming has subsided. The only sounds you can hear is the occasional stamp of a horses hoof and the crackle of fire. One building collapses in on itself as the fire takes hold, and you lead your men away from the slaughter. There is no victory cry or celebration, just silence as you left as came, slinking into the blackness. No doubt there would be soon men searching the hills and river for those who committed the atrocity, you would be back in Lannisport, or riding along the gold road escorting a noblewoman.

Can I get 3d6 for our mens success in slaughtering the smallfolk please?

Rolled 6, 5, 5 = 16 (3d6)

>>3670804

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

>>3670804
Useless after >>3670811 but whatever

Rolled 6, 5, 1 = 12 (3d6)

>>3670804

>>3670811
Resounding Success.

Alright I'm going to write up a conclusion for the raid. Be back in 5

>>3670855
Also how much wealth we got out of it

Result: Resounding Success

Population: Slaughtered, very few survivors numbering in the single digits.
Samantha Hill: Dead
Mary of the Mander: Dead
Village: Burned
Livestock: Slaughtered

Ser Mervyn Gained:
>5 experience
>30 Gold Dragons worth of plunder

Tyrus gained:
>3 experience

The Loyal Reins Gained:
70 Gold Dragons worth of plunder

Alright well done guys. Did some bad shit and got some coin and a reveal into Mervyns past for your troubles. Needless to say, the Serrets will be furious and more trouble is brewing. I'm going to go get something to eat and run an erand, so feel free to ask any questions and what not that you guys might have. I'll be back in a bit to wrap up our time in Lannisport.

>>3670892
We should leave Lannisport as quickly as possible before our men starts getting drunk on the coin and start talking.

Mervyn is not a very nice man. How does Tyrus view the whole thing. Does he regret demanding to come with us ?

holy shit this is still around, nice.

>>3670898
>We should leave Lannisport as quickly as possible before our men starts getting drunk on the coin and start talking.
backing this, we need to be a very effective dutiful individual. Also we need to tell Tyrus about this. He needs to know.

>>3670898
>We should leave Lannisport as quickly as possible before our men starts getting drunk on the coin and start talking.
This.

How the hell are we gonna spin one of our guys dying?

>>3671066
He tripped and hit his head on a rock

>>3671066
Fucker was drunk, fell off his horse and broke his neck. Man was a bastard so we buried him on the side of the road

>>3671066
“We and our men were on a discreet task for our House when we were ambushed by raiders.

After beating them back, we followed them to their camp and slaughtered them - losing a man in the process.”

This explains the loss, the blood and the loot.

Just ensure we drill this into our men and squire.

Man. 2 great GoT quests one day. Shame they're both absolute fucking nightmares right now!

We should do something about the dead man's horse too. Matching horses for the whole company... it's evidence, or at least could be.

>>3670898
You arnt wrong. But I hope I showed part of the reason why today. His child was...unpleasant.

Looks like were going to leave Lannisport fucking pronto, which is a smart move.

As for your missing man (along with his horse (>>3671168))..Tybalt Hill can be buried or burned alongside the road, and you can order your men to stick with the story that you had a sensitive task to complete, got ambushed by bandits and he was killed. We followed them to their camp and dealt with them.

Are these acceptable ways to deal with the situation? Any other suggestions and what not? And we'll be able to have a conversation with Tyrus on the way back. He's currently in a bit of shock, so how you guys handle him will decide how he views Mervyn going forward, aside from him realizing Mervyn is a cold, cold mother fucker which is now obvious to him.

>>3671194
Im fine with whatever. Lets just get our fancy new armor and head out. Ignore the complaining and whinning of Joanna

>Titus will be mad at us for fucking over his marriage plot after paying for our new armor
>Elleanor will be mad at us for taking her son with us to murder a village
>Tyrus is all kinds of fucked up from seeing us kill a toddler like he was butchering a pig

We made some calculated moves, but oh boy do we suck at math.

>>3671251
But we have free nice armor, tyrus is going to learn to suck it up, and Elleanor gets to release when you squire your son to somebody strangely they learn from them, her fault for squireing him to a knight she knew was a robber knight

>>3671251
Elleanor has been a real bitch these past few threads. Give her the dick. That should fix things.

>>3671334
I'm pretty sure shes going to make us the arms master when we get back. Or the guard captain. Joe was hinting at a promotion for us for our dirty deads.

>>3671194
Type-o. Childhood*

>>3671251
Well I mean, all three of these things are true, but you guys don't HAVE to tell Elleanor about taking Tyrus with you.

Anyways, writing now.

>>3671500
>She notices Tyrus with a thousand yard stare acting differently
>Puts two and two together
>"That bastard! How dare he take my son to do horrible shit that I made him do!"

>>3671530
kek

>>3671530
>My dearest son what have you learned of knighthood?
>That to be a knight is to follow duty and kill with a quite heart.
>...... nothing about chivalry or the Seven?
>Chivalry is for daft cunts and I've not seen the Seven's light.
Welp at least he's not our son. We can fuck up on this one

>>3671530
Sounds like perfectly legitimate noblewomen logic to me.

Anyhow, so to frame this up, how do you guys want to talk to Tyrus? I've got three main options here.

1. Inform him that you were under orders from his mother. That this was war and sometimes innocent people had to die.

2. Inform him the order was from Titus and Elleanor. That sometimes in order for a house to prosper, dark deeds needed doing.

3. Tell him it was just orders(no blame) and he needed to learn that chivalry has it's uses but it's rules sometimes needs to be broken


Also, I'll need a general tone for him as well

A. Comforting

B. Man to man (swap stories, etc)

C. Tough love/formal

>>3671579
>3. Tell him it was just orders(no blame) and he needed to learn that chivalry has it's uses but it's rules sometimes needs to be broken
We don’t need to assign blame, it’s enough to know that service to one’s House sometimes requires ill deeds

>General tone
B - we are more like an uncle to him, not a brother or his father

>>3671579
3. Tell him it was just orders(no blame) and he needed to learn that chivalry has it's uses but it's rules sometimes needs to be broken

B. Man to man (swap stories, etc)

treat him like a grown up

>>3671579
>2&3 Combo
>B

>>3671579
>3
>B

3 and B it is. Can I get 3d6 for persuasion please?

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

>>3671628

Rolled 1, 6, 5 = 12 (3d6)

>>3671628
Hey murder is how boys become men

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

>>3671628

>>3671630
Oh god.

Rolled 1, 6, 6 = 13 (3d6)

>>3671628

>>3671633
I hope it was a DC 12

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

>>3671630
>>3671633
>>3671634

I'm not forgetting the attractive bonus this time. If this doesnt work out, I''ll give you guys the option to use "Lucky" as well.

>>3671642
No need to use lucky, attractive was enough.

>>3671642
Phew. Saved

>>3671642
>I guess I cant hate someone so handsome, I guess that little girl did need to die

>>3671679
It's a weird rule and honestly I normally house rule it only takes effect on those who are attracted to the user, but I never specified that during CC, so here we are.

>>3671696
Is there something Tyrus would like to tell us ?

>>3671696
Well people are naturally more trusting of attractive people. Humans are weird.

>>3671696
>>3671679
>I know murdering screaming civilians felt wrong ... but have you seen these guns?

>>3671702
No no, I'm saying normally I wouldn't let Mervyn use the re roll on him, but I never actually said that during character creation, so I'm not going to punish you guys for it.

Besides, don't forget about his lady love, Rose.

>>3671709
A real fucked up species we are.

>>3671696
>Well some one so handsome as you cant be a bad person

>>3671729
HAHAHA Jesus Christ I genuinely lol'd at that.

Okay enough distractions, back to writing.

>>3671251
Eh. It's not that bad. Delaying the marriage plot isn't the same as completely derailing it. We never promised him to let the Lannisters take her when we'd already sworn to bring her back. He had that moonlight meeting with us over his desire to prevent any sort of rebellious plotting. I'm fine with helping him with that. Still, there's showing him favor in return for his and there's being deliberately incompetent. I'm more inclined to suggest the two suitors duel for her, like what was suggested previously. We can play favorites without failing at our job. Who knows? Maybe the craven will kill the Lannister with a cheap shot. I suppose we'd need to succeed on a Will check to keep our sides out of orbit.
Teaching a second son to handle dirty work and follow orders without question isn't so bad either.

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--- Ser Mervyn Persuasion (Convince) Test ---
Rolled: 16 vs DC: 15
Result: One degree of success

You sigh heavily and let out a long breath. This was not an easy thing to explain to a sheltered young man. Someone who hadn’t grown up experiencing these types of things and saw the world through rose coloured glasses. Who believed being a knight was about chivalry and knightly vows, protecting the weak and the innocent. You scoff silently at yourself. The woes of being noble born you thought, but nonetheless you approached the conversation with the man that he was, not the boy.

“War is a…difficult thing Tyus. Sometimes the innocent…suffer. Orders are orders, and that how war was done. I’ve done many distasteful things in my life. Things I’m not proud of at all, and have been in all manner of dangerous situations, and yet I sit here, riding next to you, alive. Why? Because I obeyed my orders, and I wasn’t afraid to get my hands dirty. The sing songs of chivalry and honour to convince boys they want to be knights. If they told them the truth, well I doubt there would be many knights at all.”

The boy looks dismayed and you counsel him further in a gesture of kindness.

“That’s not to say you shouldn’t try to live by them when possible. There is a reason only half of the Reins came with us here, and those that were left in Lannisport are all good men, who value their honour highly and would balk at the deeds we were ordered to commit. But honour can get a man killed if he isn’t willing to drag it through the mud once in a while. Aspire to be a noble knight Tyrus. But just know that sometimes you’ll have to do things you don’t want to in order to obey your orders.”

He nods slowly ad you think for a moment he was satisfied but he continues.

“She was just a little girl Ser. She was scared…”

The silence conveys his guilt. The crux of what had ailed him so. He himself had struck down innocent farmers, but the thought of aiding in the killing an innocent girl clearly ate at him. You couldn’t blame him for that.

“Aye Tyrus, she was. Believe me, I took no joy in that. I’m going to be a father soon, do you think I want to go around killing children? But orders are orders, and I was told to leave no survivors. Had she been young enough so as to not remember anything, I would’ve left her there, swaddled and safe to be found by a patrol, but she was old enough to speak. To remember a face. And so…”

You left the silence to say what he clearly did not want to hear.

“Remember what I told you Tyrus. You have to be able to deal with the guilt your feeling. Burying it deep down in the darkest part of you. It takes a man to be able to deal with those feelings, and you are more of a man than Tygon will likely ever be. You’re the second son. I expect you’ll lead the Loyal Reins after I’m gone. And it’ll be up to you to defend Ember Peak, and sometimes, when you’re looking out for her interests, you’ll have to do some foul acts in the dark. But take pride in it Tyrus, because without those who work in the dark, those in the light wouldn’t survive the night. You need not tell anyone this but I’m proud to have you as a squire Tyrus, you’ll be a knight yet, I swear it.”

The boy looks to you with sad eyes, and you leave him with his thoughts. He seemed to have taken it well, and the small smile he gave you when you told him he would be a knight someday told you he still clung to his dreams and ideals. It wasn’t a bad thing in truth, and perhaps he would never be the type of man that you were, you would still make sure that he was a capable fighter and a man other men would follow into battle. It was your duty, and you would see it done.

>>3671830
It's great, isn't it?
>>3671841
>Burying it deep down in the darkest part of you.
If there comes a day when Merv snaps, it is going to be glorious.

--- 11/05/281 ---
You arrived at Lannisport in good time, but had taken an extra day to get the story straight about how one of your men had fallen. You had been given orders to take care of some private matters of Lady Elleanor, and while ensuring those duties were being handled you had been ambushed by a group of bandits on the road. Ser Tybalt had been struck down by the initial onslaught of arrows and as a result you and your men had ridden after them, rooted them out and buried the man alongside the road. He was a bastard, and had no family to pay for a proper burial so there would be nobody to ask questions after him, and you rode through the gates of Lantell Manor, you are immediately beset upon by Ser Tyrion.

“YOU! WHAT KIND OF IDIOTIC, FOOLISH AND RIDICUOLOUS IDEAS DID YOU PUT IN MY SONS HEAD?!?”

You dismount off of your horse and explain you had no idea what he was talking about and Ser Tyrion barks out a short, angry laugh.

“Oh, no idea at all. I’m sure. Then perhaps you can explain why my son assaulted Ser Leroy Lannister inside my own FUCKING MANOR!!! He now sits in the dungeons of Lannisport, and Ser Leroy is currently being tended to by the maester from Casterly Rock itself. It’s a fanciful tale Leroy tells. He came to visit Joanna, as he has done many times since she has been in the city, but this time he found her under guard. A curious thing as I cannot remember issuing such an order but I’m sure that was only a small matter of miscommunication. Another curious thing was my own son was there guarding her door as well, and when Ser Leroy insisted on gaining access and that we had no right to keep a noblewoman locked up as she was, of which he was entirely correct by the way, my son told him to mind his own business and I quote “Fuck off”. When he was refused, he tried to force his way in and Cardyn attacked him. The son of the LORD OF LANNISPORT! MY SON STRUCK A FUCKING LANNISTER!!

Ser Tyrion has gone beet red in the face and is positively fuming. A vein on his forehead looks like it's about to burst and it takes the man over a minute to regain his composure so that he may speak in anything quieter beyond a bellow. Now tell me Ser…you wouldn’t have anything to do with this farce would you…?”


--- And cut ----

I'm going to end the thread here for the day. I'll be running again on Sunday at an as of yet undetermined time. I'll be around for questions and shit as usual for a bit. Not going to lie I laughed way to hard at a few of the comments from you guys today so well done lads! I hope you all enjoyed doing some truly despicable deeds, and seeing into Merv's childhood a little bit.

>>3671851
Fucking good guy, we need some one so stupidly loyal to us. Just need to figure out how to bail him out and scadatal

Yeah we're bringing Cardyn with us.

>>3671851
>my son told him to mind his own business and I quote “Fuck off”.
buy that man a drink

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>>3671847
It really is.

>we're going to befriend Cardyn fucking Lantell

Fuck me we are the baddies.

Great thread Joe. This got dark, dark, dark. Really enjoyed seeing this side of the setting. Mervyn has seen some shit. Black Eagle of Ember Peak is fucking right.

Speaking of, have an updated coat of arms roll. Old Reynold arms, Lantells, Tygons, Merv's old arms, and Merv's current arms.

>>3671859
I'm now imagining Tyrus and Cardyn hanging out together and become a two man trouble multiplier.

>>3671851
>Cardyn attacked him. The son of the LORD OF LANNISPORT! MY SON STRUCK A FUCKING LANNISTER!!
My fucking nigger
This is a man we need for the Reins

>>3671851
Dumb fool. We better get him with us.

We literally just got an opening. Bring him in.

>>3671851
Hah, that's one way to pass a test.

>>3671856
He wants to go where the fighting is. I've got him framed as not getting on with his brother or father, and since his sister is the only one he's close to, now that shes out of the manor he wants out. And seeing how deadly Mervyn is made him want to learn from him.

>>3671859
>>3671861
We'll have to get him out of prison first. And he might have to go through a trial as well. But there are a few ways around that. You guys have any ideas?

>>3671868
Glad you enjoyed Father! I believe I mentioned we were going to have to do some bad shit if we wanted to get anywhere, and I hope this thread delivered on that promise. Needless to say there is more to come!

Much obliged on the heraldry stuff, it looks amazing!! Thank you very much Ser.

>>3671870
If Tyrus can get over him embarrassing Tygon and knocking his chiclets out, I imagine that'll be a riot.

>>3671871
Cardyn "Cheapshot" Lantell strikes again. Man ain't scared to fight dirty, and he doesn't care who you are.

>>3671873
>>3671874
>>3671877
Lol I honestly didn't expect this reaction. I figured there would be more of an "oh great, here we go with more fucking more bullshit" not an "Oh GREAT!! HIRE HIM!!" kind of reaction but I stand corrected.

Lmfao

Mervyn is shitting up everywhere he goes. They all think he's a useful idiot but in fact he has no fucking idea what they are doing or how they actually expect him to deal with things and destroy all plans with his dumb lowborn touch

>>3672309
merv is playing 4d cyvasse

Merv is like his weapon, it bashes straight through where it wants to go with no bullshit.

>>3671903
Ideas... well, going to talk to Tyler again makes the most sense. As neither he nor the Lantells know of our discussion and arrangement with Cardyn, we can act like we are doing the Lannisters, and especially the Lantells, a favor by whisking the black sheep off to Ember Peak to cool off. And we can ensure that any whispers of impropriety between noblemen and noblewomen from those sympathetic to our cause are quelled. I know Lannisters are dumb brutes, but even they should be able to see how this could go either way depending on the rumor mill. To REALLY convince, we could casually mention the possibility of us suggesting a duel for the Lady's hand and give our opinion on how such an event would resolve itself. Of course, a handmaiden would likely need to exchange hands for such favors.

>>3672749
I was just thinking that having him be exiled from Lannisport would be a fitting punishment. Then bring him toEmber Peak

>>3672749
>>3672749
>having him be exiled from Lannisport would be a fitting punishment.
>we could casually mention the possibility of us suggesting a duel for the Lady's hand and give our opinion on how such an event would resolve itself. Of course, a handmaiden would likely need to exchange hands for such favors.
Sounds like a pretty good strat to me

Well damn. Here I was expecting you guys to just go full "Trial by Combat", but instead you guys come up with this genuinely clever plan that helps everyone save face. Is Mervyn learning how to play the game? Seven help us.

A few things to clear up though.

1. You guys wont be dealing directly with Lord Tyler because One. He doesnt normally deal with household knights. Your previous visit was an exception due to the topic of marriage. Two. Hes not your biggest fan right now. You'll be dealing with Ser Tyrion instead and through him you guys can throw your ideas out there.

2. Informing Ser Tyrion that you can whisper the idea of a duel in Elleanor and Titus' ear will definitely help him persuade in exchange for Cardyn getting off easier.

3. I can say with almost certainty that Tyler wont send his daughter away with you after this, but, Tyrion has a daughter who is currently a handmaiden in Lanns Keep. If you guys want to make that the price of taking Cardyn with you, that's a fairly reasonable demand, and the persuasion check wont be that difficult.

Damn fellas. I'm impressed you three. Anything else you guys want to throw out, suggest or ask? I'll be in and out before the thread on Sunday so feel free!!

>>3673943
Admire ourselves in our fancy armor. Forbid our crew from getting drunk or visiting the drinking houses during our stay.

>>3673943
this >>3673955

>>3673943
>Tyrion has a daughter who is currently a handmaiden in Lanns Keep. If you guys want to make that the price of taking Cardyn with you, that's a fairly reasonable demand, and the persuasion check wont be that difficult.
Cool. True born or another bastard? Not that I really care too much. A bastard may even be less of a hassle at our status level.

>>3673943
>Is Mervyn learning how to play the game? Seven help us.

Nah. Mervyn just had one good idea. Such things do happen from time to time

But when it comes to problems that are solved by hitting it hard, he's a genius.

>>3674063
The Lannister trademark is basically just low cunning with a dash of brutality. Anyone who has lead the life he's lead should be more than capable of matching that on an intellectual level. It becomes a question of status and resources, both of which he is lacking.

You were sitting in Ser Tyrion’s solar, having been escorted to the room by two armed guards following the Knight of Lantell Manor and he was pacing back and forth, trodding on the fine myrish carpet as ranted and raged on how the entire situation.

“What gave you the idea to imprison my niece, your own good sister, in my manor? And to get my son involved in your blatant breach of protocol? All of it without my permission, while you went gallivanting about who knows where doing only gods know what. And now my son is imprisoned due to your actions and you, Ser, are going to help me amend this situation. You will come with me to Lann’s Keep and you will explain yourself to Lord Tyler as to why my son acted so foolishly and you will beg forgiveness from Tyler Lannister, and beg for leniency for my son. You will explain that this is all your doing and we will ensure Cardyn is released from prison and doesn’t lose a hand for this malarkey.

You sit quietly for a moment, thinking on the events that had led up to this situation. About Cardyn’s words and opinions of his father, and an idea starts to take hold in your mind.

“Ser…” you begin slowly. “Have you considered that perhaps banishing Cardyn would be an acceptable punishment to appease the Lord?”

Ser Tyrion bristles at this and gawks at you.

“I will not consign my son to being sent across the narrow sea and forced to live the life of a sellsword. Absolutely not. No.”

“I did not mean to send him across the sea. Maybe you could find somewhere outside of Lannisport that is much closer to home. Somewhere an uncle rules as Lord, and he could find position amongst the household cavalry?”

Ser Tyrion cautiously looks at you for a moment with a raised eye brow as he considers what you are suggesting, and for the first time during the conversation the flush of his face seemed to drain away slightly.

“Banished… I… this would be an acceptable punishment if I can convince Lord Tyler to agree to it. Yes, safe with family.”

“I can promise that he would have a place amongst the Loyal Reins, and I have no doubt Lord Titus would be pleased to have his nephew serving under him. Not to mention that it would give Tygon and Cardyn a chance to make up as it were. They’re of an age, and I think they could learn something from each other.”

Tyrion hums and haws, but he eventually agrees. He informs you that you would accompany him on the morrow and attend court in Lanns Keep before noon. But before everything comes to a close, you sense an opportunity and jump on it.

“Ser Tyrion, Cardyn informs me you have a daughter.”

“Yes, I do. Cerenna. She attends Lady Lannister at the moment as a lady in waiting.”

“Well Ser, if you want Cardyn to have a place in Ember Peak, she will have to accompany him. There she can attend my own lady wife as a hand maiden. That is the price for my help Ser. If you refuse, you can damn well try and find your own way out of this situation. You could try and send him to Ember Peak regardless, but rest assured that his time there will not be easy Ser. He may not even survive the coming war.” The man blinks back shock at the thinly veiled threat but you continue. “Yes, I know you know about it. It would be a shame for such a noble son to fall in the coming days.”

Can I get 4d6 for intimidate please.

Rolled 5, 2, 6, 1 = 14 (4d6)

>>3682123

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

>>3682123

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

>>3682123

Pretty meh rolls

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

>>3682140
>>3682162
>>3682163

Alright rolling for attractive, in respective order.

Rolled 5, 5, 1, 3 = 14 (4d6)

>>3682123

>>3682177
So replacing the 1 with the 5 makes it 18 ?

>>3682140
16

>>3682162
10

>>3682163
14

Got it with that 16. Writing

>>3682200
Persuasion 3 with 1b in intimidate. I'd really like to get persuasion up to 4 with how much we use it.

--- Ser Mervyn’s Persuasion(Intimidate) Test
Rolled: 16 Vs DC: 15
Result: One Degree of Success


“Ser Mervyn you cannot expect me to pull my daughter from the Lady Lannisters service like this? Especially in light of whats happening right now? The political ramifications would be…telling.”

“I care not for political ramifications. Think of it as helping foster family relations. Or however you need to frame it to tell your lord, but that is my price. You can accept it, or I will take my men and leave for Ember Peak immediately.”

The man, who so resembles Titus it’s uncanny, sighs and his shoulders slump as he concedes defeat.

“Fine. Fine. I cannot fathom what you did to gain Titus’ favour, and I can see how you vex him so Ser. You are a cold man and once this business concludes, I expect you will leave and rest assured you will find no warm welcome should you return here. You had best ensure that Cardyn survives whatever Titus and Elleanor intend for you…”

You shake hands, and he attempts to crush your hand when the two of you shake, but he falls woefully short and in turn you can feel his fingers roll as you apply your own pressure. Cardyn wasn’t exaggerating when he said that his father was more suited to be a merchant than a knight. You leave the solar and head to your own chambers for the night, after speaking with Ser Art to ensure that none of the men were to get drunk until you had made it out of the city. The older man crosses his arms and shakes his head knowingly, before promising to ensure that your orders would be carried out. But as you go to leave he takes you grabs you by the arm.

“I dunno what you had to do Ser, but whatever the fuck this mess you got yourself in is, you ain’t have to do it. Don’t risk dragging your name through the mud for that bitch, or that pompous idiot. You’re one of the best fighters I’ve ever seen and you could be the greatest knight to come from the West in a generation. Don’t think I didn’t notice who you took with you on your “job”. Ser Walder? He’s as slippery as an eel and as cruel as a whipped dog. And Ser Tybalt? However the man died, he had no scruples to speak of and I’ll lose no sleep over his passing. But you and I Mervyn, we’re cut from the same cloth. We both came from little, and yet here we are. Don’t allow yourself to just do the highborns dirty work.”

You give Ser Art a flat face and acknowledge him honestly. The man spoke true about a lot of things, but he had the blessing of being free to go where he will. You were bound to this family now by marriage, and for better or worse you would do your part to ensure it prospered.

--- 12/05/281 ---

You had sat in attendance of the court being held by Lord Lannister, dressed in your most expensive clothes as you waited for the order of business to come to a head. All manner of things are brought up before the Lord of Lannisport, from family squabbles, trade contracts all the way to the possible construction of a new wharf. Eventually however, the simplicities of everyday rule are put aside and you see 4 guards escorting a fettered Cardyn before the court and he is forced down onto a small stool to the side of the court. It was obvious from the bruises and cut over his eye that he had taken a beating during his confinement but the look he wore on his face that they had not even come close to breaking him. He scowls out at the guards and Lord Tyler, and when Ser Leroy is brought out before the court you see the corners of Cardyn’s lips turn upwards into a smirk. The young heir was battered, and his left eye was a mess of green, yellow and purple bruising. It was quite likely that he’d had his cheek bone fractured by whatever Cardyn had done to him.

The matter is seen to in an efficient manner, and Lord Tyler begins by having Ser Leroy give his own account of events. The way the young heir tells it he found the noble lady imprisoned falsely inside the manor and when he demanded that she be set free to go where she will, he was vilely assaulted by Ser Cardyn who apparently battered him with his gauntleted hand without warning. For nearly an hour witnesses are called and accounts are given. To their credit, when your own knights are called to testify they answer as vaguely as possible and Ser Tyrion is finally called before the court and he looks over at you expectantly.

--- What to do? ---

>Stand with Ser Tyrion

>Do not, let him take the stand alone

>>3682470
>>Stand with Ser Tyrion

>>3682470
>Stand with Ser Tyrion

>>3682470
>>Stand with Ser Tyrion

Alright we'll take the stand with Ser Tyrion.

writing

>>3682470
>>>Stand with Ser Tyrion

You stand and walk towards to Ser Tyrion and the two of you approach Lord Tylers seat and although he looks to you with a look of distaste his eyes soon pass you over and instead focus on Ser Tyrion and he gestures for the knight to speak.

“My lord. I come before you not to defend my son’s innocence, but instead to plea for mercy. Ser Mervyn Reynold and I have come up with what I hope will be a suitable enough punishment.”

Lord Tyler rubs his chin and sighs heavily before speaking.

“Ser Tyrion, your son assaulted his future liege. I would be well within my rights to have him hung from a gibbet and left to rot. I need not remind you that assaulting your liege is punishable by death.”

“I am well aware Ser. And it is as your faithful bannerman and friend that I ask you for leniency. As for my request, as you say, it would be unseemly for a man to serve his lord after having assaulted his person, and as such, I mean to ensure that Cardyn will never call Ser Leroy his liege. My lord, I ask that you allow my son to be banished from the great city of Lannisport. He will instead travel to, and serve House Reynold of Ember Peak.”

Lord Tyler carefully considers the proposal and he dwells on it as silence falls over the court. Eventually he breaks the silence and stares at you pointedly before asking you why you would take interest in the young Ser Cardyn’s fate.”

--- Response ---

>He was your cousin, and you looked after your family

>He was doing a task you had asked of him, and therefore he was your responsibility

>You were doing a favour for Ser Tyrion

>Write in

>>3682658
is lord tyler more of the family type or would it be better if we said we were doing a favor

>>3682658
>He was your cousin, and you looked after your family

>>3682658
>>He was doing a task you had asked of him, and therefore he was your responsibility

>>3682665
That's not really something Mervyn would know IC, so I'm not going to say.

>>3682658
He's family, and he expressed a desire to join the Reins before I left on my errand for my lady. Moreover after an incident with bandits I find myself a man short. The lad has the drive and desire to be a great knight, but he's not in a situation where he can be tempered properly, and he and those around him suffer for it. I can make sure he learns.

>>3682658
>He was your cousin, and you looked after your family
>And I plan on continuing to look after family
Hopefully he can take a hint.

>>3682658
>He was your cousin, and you looked after your family

Alright, family man Merv it is. Can I get 3d6 for persuade please. (Last persuasion test today I promise.)

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

>>3682704

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

>>3682704

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

>>3682704

Rolled 1, 5, 6 = 12 (3d6)

>>3682704

Rolled 2, 6, 2 = 10 (3d6)

>>3682704

>>3682720
Think you saved us

Rolled 3, 1 = 4 (2d6)

>>3682708
Rolling for attractive

>>3682720
Strong showing there though. Writing here fellas

You look over at Cardyn sitting across from you. He’s remarkably unphased for someone who could potentially be on the short end of a rope, before looking across to Ser Tyrion who’s brow is covered with beads of sweat and is wringing his hands behind his back in an attempt to calm his nerves, and finally meeting Lord Tylers steely green gaze.

“My Lord, although I may not share blood with the Lantells, I am family with them by marriage. Ser Cardyn Lantell is my cousin, and I take care of my family my lord. My own unborn child will have blood ties to the family, and the Lord of Ember Peak was a Lantell by birth.

The lad has talent my lord, and I recently find myself a man short for my cavalry company. I see know reason why he could join them and find an outlet for his outbursts. Some men are meant for fighting, and if he stays in Lannisport I fear that he will find no way to find what he seeks other than common tavern brawls and other such incidents. I will make sure that he is tempered into the knight he can be. As I said my lord, I look after my family. And I plan on continuing looking after my family.

You say the last sentence with a firmness in your voice that would have made Allysa proud and the court had fallen so silent that a pin dropping could have been heard. Lord Tyler looks over to you with a scowl on his face and stands to make his announcement.

“Very well Ser Mervyn. On your head be it. Ser Cardyn Lantell, you are from this moment banished from my great city of Lannisport, on pain of death, until the end of your days. You shall be given the day to say your good byes to your family and retrieve your belongings. So declares Lord Tyler Lannister, Lord of Lannisport.”

The court comes alive with murmurs and gossip, and Cardyn is quickly unfettered and he flexes and rubs his wrists before walking over to you and shaking your hand whilst looking over at Ser Leroy.

“The fucker had it coming. He left out the bit where he said to mindful of who my betters were.”

The young man spits onto the stone floor and you had to stifle a small chuckle. He was irascible and seemed to have a rather large chip on his shoulder, but he was a man you could use. Anyone willing to lay hands on their own lords son was someone that you knew would be willing to do whatever was needed to get the job done.

You see Ser Tyrion approach Lord Lannister for what you can assume is to tell him that his daughter would be leaving the Lannisters services which he waves aside quickly as the next matter is brought before the court, and you walk with Cardyn out of the hall discussing your next move.

“We’ll leave tonight. As soon as you are able. Joanna and Cerenna can follow tomorrow, escorted by my men. I don’t wish to test my luck by leaving on the morrow.”

Cardyns eyes widen at the mention of his sisters name. “Cerenna?” He asks clearly surprised. “Cerenna is coming with us?”

“Aye she is. She will be serving my wife as a handmaiden.”

Cardyn smiles what may have been the first genuine smile you’d seen from the man in your short time of knowing him.

“Good. I don’t know what my father was thinking sending her to serve these pompous pricks. She deserves better.”

It was obvious he loved his sister, even if his relations with the rest of his family were strained. Perhaps that was something that could be used to keep him in line once the two of them had arrived in Ember Peak and as you exited the castle, the sun shone down on you as you returned to Lantell Manor to prepare for your imminent departure.

Alright I'm going to call it here for the night as I'm fading pretty fast. Next thread will be on Tuesday, July 23rd @ 9pm. Thanks for playing guys, and if you have any questions feel free to ask I'll be in and out before Tuesday.

>>3682876
Thanks for running.

>>3682876
Great thread so far, all the characters are well thought out and depicted. I suspect Mervyn may draw further men such as Cardyn about him as he goes. Thanks for running.

Just arrived at my paradise in the middle of nowhere. Going to unpack my bag and I'll start writing