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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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--- 06/06/281 ---

It was past midnight when you found yourself walking down the subterranean halls of Ember Peak towards the terrace style garden to speak with Lord Titus Reynold in a clandestine meeting. Or, it would have been clandestine if his wife, Lady Elleanor had not noticed him slip you the piece of parchment and gained knowledge of the encounter. She was an astute stateswoman and little escaped her senses. You rounded a corner, gripping your torch tightly to keep away the inky blackness of the stone halls before ascending up the flight of stairs that lead to the garden. You find Lord Titus sitting on one of the low stone carved benches as his cousin Ser Terrence stands guard holding a torch of his own. The sky was alive and moonlight poured down over the pass that Ember Peak guarded, and you could look down the mountain range and you swore if you squinted you could glimpse the light of Headwaters but after staring for a few seconds your head began to hurt, so you let it be. As you come closer, Lord Titus stands and the look he gives you is one of irritation.

“Good evening Ser. How good of you to join us.”

As you came face to face with Titus you can see more clearly that it wasn’t irritation on his face but outright anger. His hazel eyes alight, as if the flame of the torch had taken hold in them as he spoke.

“Perhaps you can tell me Ser why you imprisoned my daughter for a start. Where you got the idea or the nerve for such a thing is beyond me. And to go so far as to prevent Ser Leroy from courting Joanna? Seven above Ser do you not realize the implications of what you’re doing?” The man is gesturing aggressively with his hands. “Like as not that marriage proposal is likely off the table now, and what’s worse is now you’ve dragged my nephew into this nonsense? My brothers house will suffer for your actions so I hope your happy.”

You squint your eyes slightly at the lord and lean in and your hear Ser Terrence’s armour clink and rattle as he stirs to put himself in between the two of you.

“My lord. I’ll have you know that Ser Leroy wasn’t trying to court Joanna. Lord Tyler had approached me during my time in Lannisport and asked if I would be willing to look the other way if Joanna and Leroy were to be married, at which I obviously told him no. And as a father and lord, even you must realize that allowing your eldest daughter to be married off under such circumstances, without your explicit permission would make you look weak. As if you were not in control of your house? And m’lord let me tell you, smallfolk love nothing more than a weak lord they can mock.”

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This causes the man to stir and he straightens his back as he considers what you were saying but you press on.

“Perhaps my lord, if marrying Joanna to the Farmans is so incomprehensible, than why not suggest a duel? I imagine that Joanna would love the idea of Ser Leroy fighting for her hand, and we both saw his prowess in the melee, and how the heir of Faircastle is craven. Although to be honest, I still don’t understand why marrying her to the Farmans is such a terrible thing.”

“Ser, you do not know your history. Nor your houses, or their lineage. Do you not realize that Lord Sebastian Farman’s mother was a Reyne?”

As you give him a blank stare he throws up his hands in exasperation and changes the subject, muttering about up jumped hedge knights under his breath, but he regains his composure and continues.

“The idea is passable. Although I doubt Elleanor would agree to it. After this conflict is over I will propose it to her, and hopefully put an end to this madness. Good evening Ser.”

And as he takes off, you sit out staring at the moonlit landscape of Ember Peak for a moment before returning to you chambers to sleep. Your cavalry company would be riding out come the dawn to scout out the Serrett forces, and you would take as much solace as you could in your wife before you left….

Hello and welcome back everybody!! I'll need 4d6 for Mervyn's awareness as he scouts out ahead.

Rolled 2, 6, 3, 4 = 15 (4d6)

>>3698999
You were 8 min late OP!

Rolled 3, 5, 4, 5 = 17 (4d6)

>>3698999

Rolled 5, 2, 5, 3 = 15 (4d6)

>>3698999

>>3699002
>>3699008
>>3699039
Fuck. Alright well damn his report on the Serrett forces is going to be accurate. Writing.

--- 07/06/281 ---

Your men had ridden off at dawns first light. You had awoken to Allysa’s hungrily taking you in her mouth and after she had brought you to climax, had spent the remainder of the time entwined together as you watched the light creep in through the window as dawn approached. You crawled forth from the bed and dressed yourself leaving your pregnant wife wrapped up in the wolf skin. As you go to leave, she grasps your hand and makes you promise to return home to her which you do. The look of fear she gives you as you go to leave tells you of her worries and you let out a small playful chuckle.

“I’ve yet to find the man who can kill me Ally. And I’m not going to find him today. No peacock is ever going to kill an eagle.”

She looks up to you, smiling sadly and you cup her face and kiss her softly on her forehead and tell her that you would soon return to her and with that you were off down the stone halls towards the stables.

You meet Tyrus on the way, and although you had promised to let him squire for Lord Titus, you would still have him accompany you on the scouting mission. He helped dress you in the brigandine suit of armour and prepared and saddled Triumph and soon the Loyal Reins were riding off down the gold road and off into the Auric Hills.

--- 11/06/281 ---

You had ridden for four days before you laid eyes on the Serrett camp. It was late in the evening and you heard the commotion of a camp on the wind, and as your own men made your camp deep in the hills, you had taken Ser Cardyn Lantell and Ser Jeremy Flowers out in the direction of the sound. The sun had fallen behind the mountains to the west and dusk was well underway, and as the three of you crept over one last ridge you saw the camp and it was…considerable.

--- Ser Mervyn’s Awareness Test ---
Rolled: 17 vs DC: 9
Result: 2 Degrees of success

There looked to be around 500 men there, almost double the number of your own infantry although you did not notice any number of horses amongst the camp which did not suggest any cavalry. Some of the men did not look like soldiers to your trained eye, and were likely peasant conscripts pressed into service to boost their numbers. They clearly outnumbered you, and a host of this size would likely have their own force of scouts in the very hills that you now found yourself in. A decision would have to be made, to search the hills and try to eliminate their own intelligence, or to rush home to inform Tygon and Lord Titus of the enemy’s numerical advantage.

--- Ser Mervyn’s decision ---

>Hunt down the scouts in the hills, preventing the Serretts from getting any intelligence

>Return home and inform the Reynolds of the Serretts numbers.

** Additional Information **

--- Reynold Forces ---

-Trained Infantry
-Trained Infantry
-Green Archers
-Veteran Cavalry

--- Serrett Forces ---

-Trained Infantry
-Trained Infantry
-???
-Green Peasants
-Trained Archers

-??? Scouts (Maybe)

>>3699140
>Hunt down the scouts in the hills, preventing the Serretts from getting any intelligence

>>3699140
>>Hunt down the scouts in the hills, preventing the Serretts from getting any intelligence
Plan hinges on them fighting us where we want them too. any idiot would try to avoid that with info.

>>3699140
>>Hunt down the scouts in the hills, preventing the Serretts from getting any intelligence

Alright, can I get 2d6 for survival (Track).

Rolled 5, 1 = 6 (2d6)

>>3699209

Rolled 1, 6 = 7 (2d6)

>>3699209

>>3699209

Rolled 3, 5 = 8 (2d6)

>>3699209

Rolled 3, 5 = 8 (2d6)

>>3699233
mhm that was weird..

No dice on the tracking down the Serrett scouts. Could pose some trouble during the upcoming battle.

Writing.

--- The Loyal Reins Survival (Tracking) Test ---
Rolled: 8 vs DC: 9
Result: Test Failed

--- 10/06/281 ---

You had awoken at the crack of dawn again, and your men had ridden over the hills to scour and hopefully rout out the scouts you had imagined were there. But they had proved as elusive as ghosts. Footprints, tracks and a few burnt out fire pits. You had spent two days attempting to track them down but it had all been for nought. Their skill at evading you led you to believe that they were trained at least, not simply green boys sent ahead of the main host which made it all the more worrying they had escaped you. They now likely knew of your own presence now as well, but you had heard the sound of war horns this morning and sending a man over the crest of the ridge to investigate, found the host to be suiting up and getting ready to march, so you rode back to find the Reynold army that was nearing the site that Tygon had chosen to do battle on. Your report had fallen on deaf ears, as you had approached Tygon in private and warned him of their superior numbers and the presence of elusive scouts in the hills, but the talk of an additional men was disregarded once you mentioned that they were likely smallfolk.

“Ser, you are a credit to your birth, but most small folk do not have the stomach for battle. They will run as soon as they see you and the Reins crest the hill. I appreciate your concern, but I will not run from this fight. It is time to prove my worth. To my father and mother, to Andrea and to Tyrus, and maybe even to myself.”

Tygon may have been 19 and a man grown, but he was still an insecure boy at heart. His mother’s refusal to allow him to squire properly and earn a knighthood had affected him, although he tried not to show it, and he was constantly trying to prove himself a man, and now that he had command he would not be seen as a coward and run from the foe. You just hoped that it wouldn’t get him ,or yourself, killed.

Once you had left Tygon to prepare, muttering to yourself, Titus had approached you and informed you that they had found a cart travelling along the road. One from Lannisport carrying a rather exquisite suit of armour. You had followed him and found it already displayed upon a stand in Lord Titus’ war pavilion and it was beautiful. You summon Tyrus and shrug out of the brigandine you had been sleeping in for the past few days and your squire assists you into the immaculate plate. It was as black as knight, and the light from the torches didn’t reflect off of it but instead seemed to be swallowed by the void. Dark red rubies set in the shape of a rising eagle twinkled darkly on the breastplate and the glint of gold shone off of the tasteful amount of gilding. Your eyes are then drawn to the helmet that came with it.

It was an close faced helm had been wrought in the shape of an eagle, with two rubies set into the eyes and it had a malicious appearance about it. As Tyrus helped you into it, it felt remarkably lighter than your previous set had done and the final touch was done as he handed you the shield you had commissioned and forgotten in Lannisport. It was a thick heater shield of oaken wood, with iron strips and banding, painted with the black eagle that you had taken as your own personal sigil. Tyrus disappears for a moment before returning with your hammer which you attach to your belt and you head out to mount your horse. The battle would begin tomorrow, and you and your men needed to find an appropriate place to hide for the night. You look to Tyrus before you mount however and give him some advice.

“Stay safe squire. Fight well, and remember what I’ve taught you. No matter what happens tomorrow, I expect you to scour this armour and keep it looking new.”

The boy scowls at the joke, but his demeanor lightens up slightly as you laugh. You could still see the anger and doubt on his face, and you have a feeling he, like you, looked forward to and craved the call of battle. It was a distraction from any troubles a man might have, where all that mattered was you and the man you were trying to kill. And with that you bid him goodbye and rode off to face either doom or glory.

--- 11/06/281 ---

Your men were ready. Swords, hammers and spears at the ready. Even the horses were pawing at the ground in their excitement. While you had ridden Triumph during the raid, this would be his first test in true battle, but the horse seemed eager to experience the clash of steel. You could hear the movement of a large number of men and the sound of horns and trumpets. Battle was being done and screams soon carried on the wind, followed by the distinct triple horn blast that Tygon had told you was the signal and your men rode as if the stranger was on their heels.

You crested the hill and saw the battle unfolding before your eyes. Tygon had chosen his spot well, with the larger number of Serrett infantry struggling to utilize their larger numbers due to the river and the uneven ground on their right. The closest unit of what were clearly smallfolk attempting to press in on the Reynold 1st Infantry, and though the line was holding, it could not hold forever. Meanwhile, you saw the Serrett archers peppering the Reynold men for more effectively than your own bowman, although the bows you had bought them had given them some additional range allowing them to strike farther.

--- Who to charge? ---

>The Archers

>The Smallfolk

>Split. Let your men charge one, while you charge the other in an insane blaze of glory. (Specify who Mervyn charges please)

>>3699442

>Split. Let your men charge one, while you charge the other in an insane blaze of glory. (Specify who Mervyn charges please)

Obviously the men charge the archers and we charge the smallfolk. They won't be able to damage us and we probably look like an angel of death, I'd be surprised if they didn't rout

>>3699466
This. They are going to shit their pants and the story of the Black Eagle riding down a hundred men is going to be glorious.

>>3699442
>>The Archers

To keep things moving along, we're going for glory here.

Alright. Damn. Are you guys ready for this? High risk high reward. The Black Eagle FLIES!!

Can I get 10d6 for fighting please.

Rolled 1, 5, 2, 5, 6, 5, 2, 3, 6, 6 = 41 (10d6)

>>3699535

Rolled 2, 4, 2, 5, 5, 5, 5, 2, 3, 6 = 39 (10d6)

>>3699535
VAE VICTUS

Rolled 1, 2, 2, 5, 2, 2, 5, 2, 2, 5 = 28 (10d6)

>>3699535

so we do good?
or ded

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Wholesale slaughter. If they didn't have a sub commander with them they'd be routed already.

You look over to Ser Art and point towards the archers and the man nods although you swear you could hear him sigh, digging into his own steed and leading the men towards the archers who now saw the predicament they were in and hurried to reform themselves to face the oncoming onslaught. As for yourself, you broke off from your cavalry and rode towards the peasants with murderous intent. You could feel the gallop from Triumph’s hooves and each hoofbeat rumbles like thunder in your ears and the clank of armour follows it like lighting. Your hammer is drawn and you raise it high as you ride into the rear of the small folk.

-Combat Round 1-
Ser Mervyn: 28 against Combat Defence: 26
One Degree of Success
6 Damage
Serrett Smallfolk Unit 1 Health: 6 - 6 = 0
Result: Serret Smallfolk Unit 1 Disorganized

Serret Smallfolk Unit 1: 25 against Combat Defence: 11
Three Degrees of Success
9 damage – 11 armour rating = -2 damage
Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Health: 12

Sub-Commander Longaxe Jack: Rally Order
Result: Serrett Smallfolk Unit 1 Rallied
Triumph rides expertly through the mass of men, kicking and biting ferociously, while your hammer lashes out and punctures skulls and breaks bones with a horrifying ease. The men attempt to close in on you and drag you off of your steed but you use your shield and bring the point down onto their hands and you can feel their fingers break as they let go in their agony. Your hammer lashes out again at a man foolish enough to try and grab Triumph’s reins and your hammer connects with his jaw and soon he is without a mouth entirely. The man screams incomprehensibly as he falls to the ground grasping at the absent jaw and he soon goes limp as he lays on the ground. The screams of the dying men in their rear cause the men currently fighting with the Reynold spearmen begin to panic, but you can hear a resounding baritone voice call out to the small folk and they steady their nerve and keep fighting. You see the man, a large man who was also of lesser birth and wielded a large long axe pitting fury at the men under his command and urge Triumph on and you gallop at the man ferociously, shouting “RUIN” at the top of your lungs.

The man turns as he realizes what was happening and you can see the whites of his eyes widen as you bear down on him.

Can I get 11d6 for Fighting please. (+1D for the surprise of seeing one man charge through an entire unit)

Rolled 2, 3, 3, 2, 4, 4, 3, 1, 4, 2, 4 = 32 (11d6)

>>3699660

Rolled 4, 5, 6, 3, 2, 5, 6, 5, 5, 3, 3 = 47 (11d6)

>>3699660

Rolled 6, 4, 2, 1, 1, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 3 = 41 (11d6)

>>3699660

Rolled 4, 1, 6, 5, 1, 1, 3, 6, 4, 2, 2 = 35 (11d6)

>>3699660

yo ok joe?

Fuck, sorry guys. I didnt think I'd have to work tonight but there were some troubles on site so I got called in.

Anyways though, yeah. Longaxe Jack is fucked. After armour hes still taking 15 points of damage. I take it you guys arnt likely to accept a surrender from him hey?

>>3700226
for what purpose

>>3700226
If he get all his men to lay down arms and surrender too? we'd probably do it.

>>3700250
Hes just a lowborn captain in the Serrett Military. He might be worth a small ransom but its early in the battle and that begs the question of what to do with him as the battle continues.

>>3700253
And Jack here surrendering might cause his unit of peasants to surrender or flee, but if you want everyone to lay down their arms, you'll need to defeat Ser Samwell.

>>3700253
agreeing with this, if we get him to get his men to lay down he may be a useful commander.

>>3700263
I mean the peasant he commands, not everyone.

Alright well I'll figure out some ground work before I try and squeak out an update here.

--- Accept Longaxe Jack's Surrender? ---

>yay

>nay

Regardless, there will be an intimidate test vs Ser Samwells Warfare (Command) test to see if they flee like roaches in the sun.

Samwells result will receive either a bonus or reduction depending on the answer chosen.

>>3700289
>nay

>>3700289
>>nay

>>3700289
nay

>>3700289
>nay

>4 nays

Alright can I get 4d6+2 for Mervyns intimidation roll

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

>>3700320

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

>>3700320

Rolled 5, 3, 3, 1 + 2 = 14 (4d6 + 2)

>>3700320

Rolled 3, 3, 3, 6 + 2 = 17 (4d6 + 2)

>>3700320

Rolled 1, 3, 3, 6 + 2 = 15 (4d6 + 2)

>>3700320

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17 vs 18. So close and yet so far. Alright writing guys

>>3700368
don't we get a reroll here
>>3700330
?? for the 1?

Rolled 3, 4 = 7 (2d6)

>>3700380
Good save. You absolutely do. Plus lucky if you guys want. Okay doing the house keeping first.

>>3700403
Alright so even with the attractive bonus it's not quite good enough. Would you guys like to activate *Lucky* for your once a day free re roll?

>yay

>nay

>>3700408
what do we need to roll?

>>3700408
Rather not .

>>3700413
An 18 on 4d6+2. But one of those dice is a bonus die so it's a tough roll.

>>3700408
>nay

>>3700408
>>3700420
A bit over a 33% chance to get at least 18 on a 4d6+2. Eh... Probably better to save it.
>nay

- Combat Round 2 -

Ser Mervyn: 36 against Combat Defence: 9
4 Degrees of Success
24 Damage - 9 Armour Rating = 15 Damage
9 Health - 15 Damage = -6 Health
Result: Longaxe Jack takes a wound and surrenders

Long Ace Jack: 19 against Combat Defence: 11
Two Degrees of Success
14 damage – 11 armour rating = 3 damage
*Ser Mervyn Reynold takes an Injury*
3 damage - 4 = No damage
Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Health: 12
Ser Mervyn Reynold's Injuries: 1/4


The man got the drop of you and with a lightning fast blow he brought his long axe upwards towards your chest. It was only bely instinct that you managed to bring your new shield up in time to deflect the blow but it still manages to bounce off of the iron banding and clangs off of your pauldron with such a transfer of force that even your new armour struggles to absorb the blow and a sharp pain shoots down your arm. Grunting while you grit your teeth you turn your horse around and give him a taste of your own weapon and your hammer comes swinging down into the mans breast plate with a thunderous crunch, punching in the steel and dropping the man to his knees almost immediately. His long axe abandoned in the dirt, he cranes his neck up to you and puts out a hand and he struggles to gasp out the words "M-mercy Ser" with his demolished breast plate. But you had no mercy for this man. Lowborn as he was, he would hardly be worth the trouble of transforming him captain or no and you leaned down and the spike of your cavalry hammer finds the man right between the eyes and with a sickening crack you can feel his skull split, kept together only be the skin of his head.

You wheel Triumph once more but you find the smallfolk who surrounded you standing their ground. They were hesitant to close with you and gave you a wide berth, but they had you encircled. Voices clamored and steel rang out across the battlefield, and you could hear a man bellowing orders and your opponents seemed to take comfort from that and began to regain their courage as they edged forward, gripping their shoddy spears and seax...

--- What do you do? ---

>Cut your way free and rejoin your cavalry. Perhaps you could gain a sense of how the battle was going and identify their leader.

>Continue the slaughter. Your forces were outnumbered and to allow the small folk to rejoin the fray properly might break your own line.

>>3700453
>>Cut your way free and rejoin your cavalry. Perhaps you could gain a sense of how the battle was going and identify their leader.

>>3700453
>>Continue the slaughter. Your forces were outnumbered and to allow the small folk to rejoin the fray properly might break your own line.

>>3700453
>>Cut your way free and rejoin your cavalry. Perhaps you could gain a sense of how the battle was going and identify their leader.

>>3700453
>Continue the slaughter. Your forces were outnumbered and to allow the small folk to rejoin the fray properly might break your own line

>>3700453
>>>Cut your way free and rejoin your cavalry. Perhaps you could gain a sense of how the battle was going and identify their leader

>Cut your way free and rejoin your cavalry. Perhaps you could gain a sense of how the battle was going and identify their leader

Can I get 11d6+1 please (forgot the superior weapon bonus) to cut our way free

Rolled 4, 3, 4, 1, 6, 6, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4 + 1 = 42 (11d6 + 1)

>>3700514

Rolled 4, 2, 6, 3, 4, 6, 1, 1, 6, 1, 3 + 1 = 38 (11d6 + 1)

>>3700514
lets do alright boys.

Rolled 3, 2, 6, 6, 2, 2, 3, 6, 2, 4, 5 + 1 = 42 (11d6 + 1)

>>3700514

>>3700536
36. Damn son. Needless to say Mervyn got free. Writing

Isn't the unique going to be destroyed either way now? Losing its commander automatically causes it to become disorganized again. Taking any damage would make it routed... but disorganizing it for a second time accumulates a second penalty, which would then equal the unit's endurance.

>>3700577
Unit* not unique. Too busy rules lawyering to spell check.

-Combat Round 3-

Ser Mervyn: 36 against Combat Defence: 26
Three Degrees of Success
12 Damage
Serrett Smallfolk Unit 1 Health: 6 - 12 = -6
Result: Serret Smallfolk Unit 1 Disorganized
Ser Samwell Stone *Leader of Men* Activated
Result: Serrett Smallfolk Unit 1 Rallied

Serret Smallfolk Unit 1: 28 against Combat Defence: 11
Three Degrees of Success
9 damage – 11 armour rating = -2 damage
Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Health: 12

And you spur Triumph on and he screams in anger as he takes off at a gallop and bowls into the men before they can properly get their weapons ready. Every swing of your hammer resulted in some poor peasant being maimed or killed but it didnt matter, they were just too many. You had probably killed a dozen men and maimed half a dozen more when you break free from the levy and take off towards your cavalry. You didn't stop to look behind you as you rode, but you could hear the commotion of men reorganizing and the shouts of a captain bringing his men back into the battle. The rain of arrows had stopped and stayed quiet which told you they were doing their job and as you got closer you saw they had wrought havoc amongst the bowmen.

The cries of dying men filled your ears and the aroma of blood and shit cloyingly crawled up your nostrils. Triumph seemed to become more and more frenzied as the smells became more intense. You were nearly upon them now and like the sigil on your breast you bore down on your prey...

11d6+1 please guys!

>>3700585

Rolled 1, 2, 4, 5, 4, 3, 3, 3, 2, 1, 2 + 1 = 31 (11d6 + 1)

>>3700590
Messed up the dice.. ;-;

>>3700577
While I believe you are correct, "Leader of Men" allows you to automatically rally one unit per round of combat. It's a ridiculously good benefit that I hope one day Merv is in a position to take, but that's for the future.

Rolled 6, 6, 2, 6, 1, 4, 4, 5, 2, 2, 5 + 1 = 44 (11d6 + 1)

>>3700585

>>3700601
wew

Rolled 1, 1, 1, 5, 4, 6, 4, 4, 6, 2, 5 + 1 = 40 (11d6 + 1)

>>3700585

>>3700597
It's definitely useful and has a nice narrative feel to it. The only problem is that even though the new commander pulled off rallying them without having to roll for it, the unit would still have retained the -1D to all tests penalty for a cumulative -2D, equalling the unit's endurance rank. Again, it feels a bit like a technicality. Just figured I'd mention it. Unless you're interpreting Leader of Men as making it so the unit doesn't count as having been disorganized or routed in the first place? It'd make the benefit a lot better, but it seems within reason too.

Rolled 1, 5, 2, 3, 3, 3, 1, 6, 2, 1, 3 + 1 = 31 (11d6 + 1)

>>3700585

>>3700626
Yeah the rules lawyer in me interprets the word "automatically" in the description as meaning no matter what, so despite those filthy peasents being on their absolute last legs, they'll still fight on if he uses that benefit on them. But it only works on one unit a turn obviously.

-Combat Round 4-

Ser Mervyn: 36 against Combat Defence: 29
Two Degrees of Success
12 Damage
Serrett Archers Health: 0- 12 = -12
Result: Serret Smallfolk Unit 1 go from Disorganized to Routed

Your arrival to the slaughter was more than the archers could stand. Like a fearsome embodiment of death you rode, no flew and like the raven that the maesters used to send messages across Westeros had its saying of "Dark wings, Dark words", your arrival bore nothing but ill omen for the Serrett archers.

One man seemed to hear your approach somehow amidst the turmoil and as he turns and your shadow passed over him it was if the stranger himself had ridden past and sucked the life out of him. Your hammer had connected with the mans head and the leather cap he wore did nothing to protect him from your fury.

The next man had his short sword drawn and had a small circular shield strapped to his arm but he found it knocked from his grasp and a boot planted firmly in his chest. As he rose from the muck and filth of the upturned earth he was struck in the head by an ironshod hoof falls limply from where he came.

You rounded upon Ser Cardyn as he rode behind a man and used his spear point to hamstring him, attacking the soft unprotected leg and used your hammer to crush the skull of the unfortunate victim and like a leaf into the wind, the archers were scattered, running back towards wherever it was they called home and your men soon dispatch of any man who had the courage to stay while his compatriots fled.

Your view from the hilltop was impressive, although it painted a grim picture. The Serrets numbers had been telling and you watched as the the unit which Ser Terrence led began to crumple and fall apart. They were on the edge of routing it seemed and if they fled it would leave them likely to be captured or cut down as they fled. It wasnt lost on you that Lord Titus and Tyrus were fighting in that unit and although it was too far to see, you couldnt imagine your furious squire having the sense to surrender. But as soon as its clear where your cavalry were needed most, you spy him. Locked into combat with the First Reynold regiment commanded by Ser Terrence. The ridiculous peacock plumage coming from his helm identified him as a Serrett, and the way he was bellowing orders and keeping his men in the fight told you that was Ser Samwell.

--- What to do ---

>Bring your cavalry to help the Second Reynold regiment where your Lord and his son were fighting and on the verge of retreat. They could be captured or killed if their unit fled.

>Bring your cavalry against Ser Samwell Serrett and his own unit of infantry. Taking him out could change the entire outcome of the battle.

>>3700654
>>Bring your cavalry to help the Second Reynold regiment where your Lord and his son were fighting and on the verge of retreat. They could be captured or killed if their unit fled.

>>3700654
>>Bring your cavalry to help the Second Reynold regiment where your Lord and his son were fighting and on the verge of retreat. They could be captured or killed if their unit fled.
We are saving the lord he will be appreciative.We are saving our squire and that SOB Titus better recognize we saved his ass.

>>3700654
>Bring your cavalry to help the Second Reynold regiment where your Lord and his son were fighting and on the verge of retreat. They could be captured or killed if their unit fled.
Difficult choice.

>>3700654
>Bring your cavalry to help the Second Reynold regiment where your Lord and his son were fighting and on the verge of retreat. They could be captured or killed if their unit fled.
>>3700652
Fair enough.

Going to save Lord Titus and our madboi Tyrus it is.

11d6+1 please.

Rolled 6, 1, 6, 6, 4, 5, 1, 2, 2, 5, 3 + 1 = 42 (11d6 + 1)

>>3700705
meh

Rolled 6, 2, 3, 3, 3, 1, 6, 5, 3, 1, 3 + 1 = 37 (11d6 + 1)

>>3700705
Turns out that armor was a good investment for Titus after all.

Rolled 6, 1, 2, 6, 5, 6, 2, 2, 1, 4, 3 + 1 = 39 (11d6 + 1)

>>3700705

>>3700705
So for these rolls how exactly is it working? Just curious about the mechanics if you don't mind? You take a certain amount of dice from the amount rolled?
>>3700720
Well saved his ass at least. Seems like we have paid him back for his investment in us. I would call that even, for saving him and our squires butts.

>>3700725
A decent number of those are bonus dice. So with our basic on foot setup, you roll 6 "test" dice along with 2 "bonus" dice from using bludgeons for a total of 8. Then you take the best 6 and drop the lowest 2. Mounted combat and other bonuses complicate things further.

If smallfolks didnt want to die, they should really not stand in the way of Mervyn. When you think about it, it is really their own fault

Combat Round 5-

Ser Mervyn: 36 against Combat Defence: 29
Two Degrees of Success
12 Damage - 5 Armour = 7 Damage
Serrett Archers Health: 6 - 7 = -1
Result: Serret Infantry Unit 2 Disorganized

While cutting the head off of the snake could possibly shift the tide of battle dramatically in your favour, it wouldnt matter if you were held responsible for your lord and his son suffering death or capture while you chased after glory.

You lead your cavalry into the rear of the Serrett infantry and you press into them hard swinging your hammer like a mad man in a bid to get to Lord Titus. After crushing a mans helmet like it was made of tin, you raise your eyes and see him in the centre of a group of spearman, with another two spearmen having to forcibly hold Tyrus back frem joining the battle on the front lines again. The sudden attack from their rear panics the Serrett men and you manage to cut your way through, and you ride towards Lord Titus as your men create havoc amongst the Serretts.

"MY LORD"

"SER MERVYN! THE BATTLE IS BEING LOST AS WE SPEAK! WE MUST RETREAT SER WE MUST RETREAT. BACK UP THE HILL!!"

He shouts over the commotion and you obey your lord. Together the two of you lead your men up towards the hill where Tygon was commanding the archers from. But as you crested the hill you see to your horror that the scouts you had failed to find had emerged from the craggy hills and cut off your retreat any further. Tygon looks distraught and ashamed, while Tyrus was nowhere to be seen. He had wiggled free from his minders and had been lost in the confusion. You start to command your remaining men into a protective circle, with your cavalry on the inside ready to charge out and create a hole in order to lead a break out, but as the Serretts approached the hill, a rainbow banner was flown alongside the cream coloured banners adorned with peacocks. A truce banner.

Ser Samwell Serrett marched up the hill surrounded by his best men and dragging Tyrus along up the hill. Your squire had blood smeared all over his mouth and he was still squirming against his captors grip.

For your own party, you accompanied Tygon and Titus down to meet them and the parley began with Ser Samwell.

"My Lord. I can only presume this is your son. He's a fierce little bastard isnt he? I see the look on your face, you need worry not. I am not in the habit of beating children."

He says this point darkly as he glares at the three of you.

"He bit the ear off of the first man who tried to take him captive. Took two full grown men to get control of him. He's a son any man would be proud of."

Lord Titus responds kindly, thanking the man before asking "What is the purpose of this parley Ser. You have us surrounded, and outnumbered."

Ser Samwell Serrett removes his helmet and he is revealed to be a comely man and he gives Lord Titus an angry look.

"If I were to simply kill you all, I would never know who killed my daughter. Justice would be served, but it wouldnt help me ease my own grief. I want the man who killed my darlings brought before me. I will take him to Casterly Rock and there I will see to it that he gets exactly what he deserves. Now admit it Ser. Admit that you ordered that raid on my fathers lands, My Lord, and I will see to it that your son and the rest of your men can return home safely, and unharried."

Lord Titus for his own part looks genuinely perplexed. He had heard the reports from Maester Aethan as everyone else had, but he genuinely believed that they had been the work of bandits. Tyrus actually stops struggling and stares at you with his sea green eyes and you pause for half a heart beat before...

>Turning yourself over. You would face a trial to be sure, but it would guarantee that your men would walk away from this disaster.

>Challenge him to a duel here and now. Perhaps you could invite the man to accepting your own terms and slay him.

>Stay silent and let Lord Titus take the lead.

>>3700794
>Challenge him to a duel here and now. Perhaps you could invite the man to accepting your own terms and slay him.

>>3700794
>>Challenge him to a duel here and now. Perhaps you could invite the man to accepting your own terms and slay him.

>>3700794
>>Challenge him to a duel here and now. Perhaps you could invite the man to accepting your own terms and slay him.

I wonder how Titus would play it out..

Fair warning boys this is going to be a difficult test. However, someone mentioned throwing some comments about his woman and child dying to Ser Samwells face. This will give a bonus to your roll. However, you are essentially admitting in front of Tygon and Titus what you did, and word will travel.

--- Provoke Ser Samwell about his dead love and child? ---

>yay

>nay

>>3700808
>nay

I have faith in our abilities.

>>3700808
>>nay
We could mock his loss during the fight. But don;t say anything incriminating. Say something close but obviously wrong like you hope the "bandits" took turns on his daughter. But that may just enrage him and empower him.. so idk

>>3700808
>>nay

Alright well here goes nothing.

Can I get 3d6 for convince please

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

>>3700885

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

>>3700885

Rolled 1, 5, 5 = 11 (3d6)

>>3700885

>>3700885
dc 18

>>3700890
So so close. But not close enough. Do you guys want to use lucky?

>>3700897
Yes

>>3700897
Yes

>>3700904
>>3700944
Two is enough for me in this scenario. Roll it. 3d6 please

Rolled 4, 3, 4 = 11 (3d6)

>>3700955

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

>>3700955
Call him a pussy.

>>3700955
no attractive?

Yikes. Well needless to say he isnt going to bite. Hes got you guys by the balls and he knows it. So essentially what's going to happen is hes going to offer you guys a chance to surrender and face trial. Tygon is strongly leaning towards accepting the offer because he think hes a grief stricken man, and Titus is counting his lucky stars because he thought a war was coming anyways and now he can frame it however he wants. But it looks like were going to become prisoners boys. Getting matched and paraded before Casterly Rock.

Honestly, not how I saw this battle going at all but here we are.

I'll update this tomorrow evening guys. Gotta go do some work apparently.

And now Merv is going to miss the birth of his son. Sad sad days.

Rolled 3, 4, 4 = 11 (3d6)

>>3700983
God fucking dammit it. I forgot it again. Potentially disregard >>3700986.

>>3700987
Never mind. >>3700986 still applies. Fucking hell. First genuine "failure" I think from the quest and it drastically changes where i was going with this story arc.

>>3700993
Poor wife must be sick from worry and hormonol imbalance.

>>3700993
>First genuine "failure"
we've failed a lot honestly

we only survived the mine trap because we burnt a destiny point
we lost the melee as tyrus (if that counts)
we lost the joust
we lost the battle here
... that's just off the top of my head
oh, and we've failed a shit load of other smaller rolls where the outcome wasn't plot-altering

I really hope we start getting lucky again because we dominated nearly every single roll here except that last one and everything went to shit. That probably has more to do with our choice to protect our squire and his dad more than anything, but still... that last roll was crucial and fucked everything up.
Getting higher than a 15 on a 3d6 is less than 10%, so we couldn't have really done more with the choices we made.

>>3701096
Well we could've just admitted to killing his daughter if we really wanted to succeed.

>>3700986
Hey Joe, does Alyssa swallow?

>>3700986
ah god damn it, I work for one night.

And we could have easily goaded him into accepting. not by admitting we killed his kid like a dumb fuck, but by blaming him.

tell him he's won and can drop the pretense of the grieving father. That every man here has reason to curse his bastard daughters name save him. Tell him that the lannisters will never let him get away with this blatant agression (lol) and that we name him kin slayer and demand combat before the seven so the Father can judge him. like as not he slit the girls throat himself! (this is a subtle goad as only the killer would know how she died, but noone on our side will realizr its significant)

>>3701130
insult to injury, a large portion of his army is smallfolk levies men who are undisciplined and only nominally loyal. if he refuses the duel at least some of them will assume he killed his daughter to start a war and spread a rumor as such.

Bit sad we didnt get to show off the armor to the wife

>>3701130
Right? Bad time to fall asleep. Regular persuasion failed, so why not taunt him into action? We are far better off rolling with our awareness anyway.

i want to be a lord and claim as much first night right as i can, the ugly one i give to my guards though

>>3701217
alternatively we could direct our comments at both him, and the smallfolk.

they cant be happy bwing shoved into a war. learning they are fighting for a man who MURDERED HIS OWN DAUGHTER FOR PROFIT might give him pause.

after all if the peasant levy breaks allegiance right now the battle becomes uncertain again.

I guess this is what happens when you let a crazy scheming woman run your house. Garbage-tier army. Our back must be sore from being the only successful element on our side of the field. The casualty table rolls are going to be brutal on both sides. We should try to recruit the Vale bastard who held the peasants together.

>>3701096
I suppose all of those things are true. I suppose this one just took me for a ride because now I'm doing something totally different than what I had planned. And you're correct, choosing to help Titus and Tyrus definitely had a negative effect on the battle. But Tyrus would have been left for dead on the battlefield and Titus would have been captured so I mean at least everyone is still alive.

>>3701098
How lewd. Ew. No. Yes

>>3701130
This is clever. Exceedingly so. So much so in fact that this is what Elleanor is going to use when she comes to Casterly Rock to defend her house from the war mongering Serretts.

>>3701271
Our army is(was?) certainly not the best, but the Serrett's wasn't particularly great either. The two additional peasant units represent Samwell drawing every man he has to fight for him. Hint hint, theres a power struggle going on at Silverhill as Lord Soren Serrett descends into infirmity and it's going to be messy. But Mervyn is going to gain a glory point from this, because even Ser Samwell would begrudge that Merv fought like the Warrior himself and he did literally carry the team this far.

So upon further thought, I'm actually looking forward to this now. Plus, it's going to give me an opportunity to show why Elleanor is the Queen B at Ember Peak. And let me tell you, she is ruthless, deceptive and knows how the game is played. She could very well turn this defeat on the battlefield into a larger victory in a trial. If Mervyn manages to keep his mouth (and his mens) shut. Anyhow, I just got off work and need to sleep, so expect an update by 4pm MST at the latest.

>>3701322
When we are out of this mess we ought to shove our cock up in her till our wife is well. That incompetent, short sighted hag nearly costed us our life and is the reason why her army is wiped out. Besides. It wouldnt be the first time she accepted one of her loyal men to take her..

>>3701271
No, the anons who chose to save Titus instead of seizing Samwell are the ones who threw this battle, Mervyn had the opportunity to turn the battle there.

>>3701358
Forgot to add, I'm sore about it because Titus is the single largest stumbling block to Mervyn getting landed and having someone powerful actually friendly with him (Tygon). Titus doesn't mean shit to Mervyn and Tyrus understands the dangers of battle, he's training to be a knight. You can't lead forces and run around trying to save people because of sentimentality, nor do I think Mervyn would act that way during a battle.

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>>3701322
Well, this honestly cheers me up. It's rare (on this board at least) to see an intrigue specialist at work. I'm excited for it.
>>3701326
Pic related.

>>3699140
>“I’ve yet to find the man who can kill me Ally. And I’m not going to find him today. No peacock is ever going to kill an eagle.”
I find it peculiar that Mervyn associates himself with an eagle this way (given that he is lowborn). Is it the developing sense of self speaking in him?

>>3701599
He is getting his head in the clouds with his current position.

>>3701373
Letting your lord die in battle won't look good amongst any trail.
More importantly, Eleanor wouldn't be too happy if he let her son die just to win the battle. As happy as she would be if Titus died she would likely be distraught that we choose to win the battle over her son. Even if that means killing Titus.
So I really do believe we choose the right decision.

>>3701616
>Letting your lord die in battle won't look good amongst any trail.
>So I really do believe we choose the right decision.
So long as you win and it appears to heavily be your own doing, while your Lord appears to be incompetent, you will be lauded - also, it is far more likely he's taken hostage than killed, given the setting and Serrett's goals. I disagree.

>>3701831
>lauded
I see your point. I still think we made the right decision. Our lady should be able to get us out of this. And considering it was by the sheer incompetence of our lord and his heir. And we did exceedingly well so long as no asshat dares to cross us. The fucking squire We should come out of this exchange winning at least within the internal house's politics.
We saved his and his children's fucking ass for fucks sakes.

>>3701322
Just how much in a mood is wife currently due to her pregnancy abd the fact her husband is captured?

>>3701326
Lol she learned her lesson with Ser Devon. That incident forced her to send one of her children away, and she is not keen to risk that again.

>>3701358
>>3701373
Well it started going down hill when we failed the roll to find the scouts. And then it compounded after that. Fair play to Tygon, his plan was sound, but he was outnumbered 600 to 320 which is a fairly sizable difference. And t was his first command. I don't know if you got to read about his plans in Revenge and Gold, but the idea of leaving Dontos in the princewood to sweep up the men who flee? He got that idea from this battle.

>>3701531
I don't think I'm going to do an Elleanor thread (It'll give away to much), but Mervyn will get to see her doing what she does best. Plus, if you don't think E is going to use the fact that her husband is imprisoned to marry Joanna off to the Farmans? You may have another thing coming.

>>3701599
I love when you guys pick up on stuff like this. Is Merv beginning to see himself as part of the house and starting to become invested in it? Well he did just take a new personal sigil after all.

>>3701608
Well, it is pillow talk with his wife.

>>3701616
>>3701831
>>3702088
This is a tough one to comment on, but both of you are kind of right. Had Titus died or been captured, it wouldn't have been Mervyn's fault and winning a victory here would have been huge, but ensuring that Titus and Tyrus remained alive shows loyalty to the house, and Titus is going to see you in a more positive light.

>>3702315
Oh she is going to be in SOME kind of mood. Terrified, worried and downright angry. She'll be bed ridden during the time of the trial but she'll hold a grudge against the Serrett's. It's going to be her first step down the road of becoming calloused.

Alright, writing here.

You walk forward and put yourself in between Ser Samwell and Lord Titus and Tygon. You look to Tyrus and give him a knowing nod, and the boy nods back in return and you stare down the man who had you penned in. He wielded a longsword and tower shield, and he carries himself like a natural warrior. He had that same easy gait and stance you did, like a cat ready to pounce into action on a helpless mouse, and you squeeze the grip of your own shield and your hammer hangs loose in your hand as you crack your neck before opening the face of your helm and allowing him to see eye to eye with you.

“Surrender? For what? The crime of defending our lands from some knight on the warpath? The kind who takes his smallfolk away from their fields in his vendetta against an innocent house? I’ve grown up serving men like you Ser. Men with no morals and shit for honour who will let nothing get in the way of their schemes. I wouldn’t be surprised if you cut your own daughters throat as an excuse to start this war. But for honours sake, I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself before gods and men. We’ve a lord present to legalize it. Single combat. You and me. Mounted or on foot, I care not. I win and you quit the field with your men and return to whatever castle it is you call home. You win, and you take us prisoner and can take us to Casterly Rock already pronounced guilty by the gods.

Ser Samwell looks to you and for a moment it appears as if you struck the right chords. His eyes become glazed over with fury but only for a few seconds before clarity walks over them and he responds with the tone of a man who had someone in his power.

“And why Ser, would I risk a duel when I’ve already won the battle. I think not Ser. Now…” he says as he turns his attention to Lord Titus. “Are you going to surrender my lord, or is this the final stand of House Reynold?”

Lord Titus comes forward, with his head held high and looks a proper lord as he throws down his sword.

“Ser Samwell Serrett, I, Lord Titus Reynold, hereby surrender myself and my men to you, on the premise that we shall be treated fairly, and according to our station until we are presented before out liege, the current interim Lord of Casterly Rock, Lord Kevan Lannister.”

And with that, it was done and soon your men were surrendering their arms, although some more willing than others. Cardyn Lantell in particular was loathe to give up his sword and started a row with the common man who came to take it from him, and it took Tygon walking over and ensuring that he would get it back to calm down the situation. You yourself walked directly to Ser Samwell and handed him your hammer and shield and you spoke to him in a plain and even voice, as if you had told the man that the weather was nice today that “I hope you enjoy holding onto another mans hammer Ser, because mark my words when it returns to me….”

You let the threat hang in the air and you turn to mount your horse and together, the two respective militaries began the trek back to Silverhill…

--- BREAK ---


Alright, well I just got released from my job, so I’m going to be driving home. I’ll update again in about 5 or 6 hours.

Can I get 4d6 for casualties/improvements on our units please?

Also a choice. Mervyn is going to be offered to be imprisoned in a tower with Tygon, Titus and Tyrus. But he can also choose to stay in the dungeons with his men.

>Take up with your family. (A sombre time to reflect on what happened, and a chance to help brace Tyrus for the trial)

>Take up with your men. (A more upbeat experience as they talk about the battle LADS! and you can get your story very straight about your absence from Lannisport with your men.

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

>>3702630
>Take up with your men. (A more upbeat experience as they talk about the battle LADS! and you can get your story very straight about your absence from Lannisport with your men.

Rolled 6, 4, 1, 3 = 14 (4d6)

>>3702630
>Take up with your family. (A sombre time to reflect on what happened, and a chance to help brace Tyrus for the trial)

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

>>3702630
>Take up with your men. (A more upbeat experience as they talk about the battle LADS! and you can get your story very straight about your absence from Lannisport with your men.

Rolled 6, 3, 5, 5 = 19 (4d6)

>>3702630
>Take up with your men. (A more upbeat experience as they talk about the battle LADS! and you can get your story very straight about your absence from Lannisport with your men.
lads reminisce about killing small folk as one man army

also if there is a chance of getting out of here the dornish cav guy has the know how

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

>>3702630
>>Take up with your men. (A more upbeat experience as they talk about the battle LADS! and you can get your story very straight about your absence from Lannisport with your men.
As much as I would like to make nice with titus, we need to make sure everything is correct, with our shit.

>>3702630
>>Take up with your men. (A more upbeat experience as they talk about the battle LADS! and you can get your story very straight about your absence from Lannisport with your men.

Fuck, should have said that cleaer. I needed 4 indicidual d6. But I'll just take the first die from each of the first four rolls so 1, 6, 4, 6. You guys actually made it out of there pretty alright.

So to summarize.

1st Reynold Regiment - Destroyed
*Ser Terrence Lantell dead*
2nd Reynold Regiment - Intact
Reynold Archers - Intact
Loyal Reins - Upgraded to Elite

And it looks like we're going to hit the dungeons with our boys and get our story straight. Probably a smart move.

>>3702702
Also, please pick a skill for the loyal reins to increase by one for going one rank above elite.

Mu suggestions would be

>fighting
>endurance
>animal handling

But feel free to write in whatever you guys like.

>>3702715

>fighting

>>3702715
>>fighting
So if I am reading this right, the old armsmaster is dead?

>>3702715
>fighting
We need to be stronger next time

>>3702715
>>fighting
pretty unanimous

>>3702728
He wasnt technically an arms master, but he was the ranking military leader at Ember Peak. So yeah, if Elleanor gets us out, were due for a promotion boys

>>3702748
mhmm, So we gained some goodwill with Titus.
Easily getting a promotion. From both sides of the house.
Would it be normal to be Arms master along with a quarter master? Or would we simply slide into his shoes without the position like he did?

>>3702813
Nope, the house will purchasing the "Master at Arms" personage holding, and getting all the benefits that come with that. Namely, one wealth worth of free upgrades to each of our units.

And quartermaster will fall under the Master at Arms responsibilities.

>>3702702
did the serrets lose anything

>>3702840
They certainly did. They're archers and one unit of peasants were destroyed, and one of their infantry regiments became green. Their other infantry unit became veteran though.

>>3702844
so they have 2 units left mmmmmmmmm

>>3702854
Well, they also have their intact scouts and another peasant levy. So they have 4 units left.

>>3702856
how good are scouts in combat

>>3702867
They're not. They're almost certainly fighting 2. Pretty sure they can't even purchase extra ranks in fighting. They'd need to be combined with another unit type. The only problem is that they outnumbered us by so many units that our own mediocre units were going rounds getting hit by 2 or 3 at a time and were unable to hit more than 1 unit themselves. That green peasant levy that we charged? We did all of the damage to it ourselves. That means the infantry unit that they were attacking had to be busy attacking one of their other units.

>>3702942
i'm just wondering if we could 20 good men this situation

Is anyone interested in bludgeon 2? How far are we away from that actually?

>>3702961
what's it do?

>>3702976
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3403168/thumbs/1554393792605.png
picture says it better.

>>3702977
we'd need 3b in bludgeon to get it and a destiny point, but yeah looks good.

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>>3702949
I doubt it. Cavalry, especially elite, are amazing, but we'd end up taking too much damage for it to even be worth it. If we get let loose after the trial and are told to bring the fight to them? Maybe, provided they don't pin us down in one place. Side note, we don't need to buy endurance for them unless we plan on dismounting. Pic related.

if i was ellenor i get a band of brigands to attack another village if that were to happen we have proof of our alibi

>>3703041
But then those brigands can be traced back too. It's like paying off a loan with a loan.

>>3702715
>fighting
God damn I love how much of a murder machine Mervyn is

Just got home and I'm pretty bagged. I'll update tomorrow!!

>>3703908
Why do you hate us so ?

>>3703041
>if i was ellenor i get a band of brigands to attack another village if that were to happen we have proof of our alibi
It's good idea if she can source it through a trusted third party that's already dirty, which she's capable of, I think. She has been laying groundwork for her plan for a longtime and having contacts like that would help in moving pieces into place.
>>3703168
>But then those brigands can be traced back too. It's like paying off a loan with a loan.
Not if it's done correctly. Besides, if the third party turns on her for money or blackmail their word is less than dirt at a trial, and if they get murdered no one is going to bat an eye.
>>3702977
Nice table anon, thanks.

Rolled 36 (1d100)

--- Battle of the Auric Hills Summary ---

Results: Serrett Victory

--- Serrett ---

>Commanders
Ser Samwell Serrett: Victorious
Longaxe Jack: Dead
Ser Simon Serrett: Victorious
Ser Gerard Stone: Victorious


>Forces
Trained Infantry: Veteran
Trained Infantry: Green
Green Peasant Levy: Destroyed
Green Peasant Levy: Green
Trained Archers: Destroyed
Trained Scouts: Trained


--- Reynold ---

>Commanders
Ser Tygon Reynold: Captured
Lord Titus Reynold: Captured
Ser Mervyn Reynold: Captured

>Forces

1st Reynold Infantry: Destroyed
2nd Reynold Infantry: Trained
Reynold Archers: Green
Loyal Reins: Elite + 1 Fighting


--- Ser Mervyn Reynold ---

Gained:
>5 Exp
>1 Glory

pls don't be a 62 or 13

You were riding amongst your men, having been allowed to keep your horses due to your station as knights. You had tried to talk to Tygon, but he simply stared at the ground ahead of his mount and said nothing, his face a blank look of shame. Even when you reminded him that you had been outnumbered 2 to 1 all he managed was a shrug and the shake of his head as he contemplated the situation you were in but you were soon escorted back to your own men by two spearmen who were clearly unimpressed by your leaving your place in the line. Once you’d returned however, you began to hear your men talking softly amongst one another, and as nobody came to correct the behaviour the volume got louder and louder until it was a full blown conversation.

Cardyn shouts from three places behind you “Oi Merv, did you see that archers face when I hamstrung him? What’d it look like? And then right after you buried your hammer in his face. That was a proper double team that was Ser! Fucker didn’t see it coming.”

You hear various stories from your men talking about their exploits and in truth you couldn’t blame them. The Reins had been a fearsome force upon the field and in truth, if Lord Titus hadn’t ordered a fighting retreat they likely could have salvaged at least a draw. They knew they hadn’t been defeated and their moral showed it. Ser Austin Osgrey spoke of impaling two men with one thrust of his spear, and Ser Tristan the Dornishman was bragging of severing an infantrymans head clean off. It’s at that point that Ser Jeremy Flowers speaks up about your own exploits.

“And then there’s Merv. Ser FUCKING Mervyn Reynold. Charging an entire regiment by himself and laying absolute waste to them. I’ve never seen anything like it. Small folk or not how did they not pull you off your horse?”

The men talk about your bravery and deeds and the time passes faster than riding in a morose silence of defeat, but you can’t help but notice the looks on the Serrett mens faces as they hear your men tell of the killing of their friends and comrades. And you didn’t blame them for their anger, but you wouldn’t stifle your men on account of some smallfolk being offended by their speech. And you ride on, and on, and on for nearly 4 days until you arrived at Silverhill.

--- 15/06/281 ---

When you arrived at Silverhill it was easy to see how the castle had gotten it’s name. A small castle made of silvery grey stone sat perched upon a shallow sloping hill near the Lesser Mander. The curtin wall that surrounded the keep was thick and strong, and three stout towers shot up in a triangle formation surrounding the main keep. You arrived through the main gates and found that the castle was nearly empty but for a garrison. As a matter of fact, much of the land had been empty, and as you had passed villages you noticed smallfolk leaving the procession and returning to their homes. Ser Samwell had truly emptied a large part of his lands for this battle. But as you enter you found a small group waiting, led by a man who also wore Serrett colours and as you approached further you could see he had his arms crossed and he looked visibly upset as he approached Ser Samwell.

“Sam. What in the seven hells are you doing? Who are these men? They don’t look like bandits to me?”

Ser Samwell looks down from his horse and looks visibly unimpressed with who you can only imagine is a younger brother.

“They might not look like bandits Gordie, but rest assured, the Reynolds here are guilty. These are the men who killed Samantha, and their going to pay for it. I’m going to take them to Casterly Rock and I’m going to see them hung like the rabble they are.”

“Sam, there’s no proof that is was anything other than bandits. This was war. Seven above, you’re lucky Lord Tywin is hand of the king in the crownlands otherwise we might already have a Lannister host upon our gates.”

“You always were a bit spineless Gordon. THESE MEN KILLED MY DAUGHTER AND THEY ARE GOING TO DIE FOR IT!!”

You see Tygon, Tyrus and Titus escorted to one of the towers as befitting their station and the main force of infantry was escorted down to the dungeons. You and your men are escorted to a different tower and placed inside on the bottom floor, where you find yourself in reasonably comfortable quarters, with a few cots and tables scattered around. The room was perhaps once a mess hall and your men were soon helping each other out of their armour and setting up places to sleep as they got comfortable with their imprisonment.

--- 02/07/281 ---

Your men had entertained themselves with songs and telling stories, and after you had pulled out the small bag containing your dice that the Serrett’s had failed to find, gambling. Your holding cell was less of a prison and more of a barrack. Perhaps it was due to the fact that knights were more likely to be ransomed, or the fact that half of your men genuinely believed that Ser Samwell was war mongering. You had taken care to speak to each of your more unscrupulous men in turn to get what happened when you had left Lannisport. The official story was you had left to scout out the road ahead, as you had lost a large part of the escort such as the Farmans and Lannisters and you would be travelling with noblewomen. As it happened, you had been attacked by a group of bandits and although you had seen them off, one of your men had fallen victim to them and you had buried him by the roadside as he was a bastard with no family.

You, Ser Austin and Ser Cardyn were throwing dice when you heard a loud knock on the door and you quickly swipe up the dice and stow them in your pocket and when the door opens you see the Serrett who had greeted Ser Samwell upon your arrival escorted by 2 guards.

“I’m looking for Ser Mervyn Reynold” as he surveys the room.

You stand and identify yourself, and the man comes across the room and introduces himself with a handshake.

“Ser Mervyn, my name is Ser Gordon Serrett. I take it you’ve had the pleasure of meeting my brothers. I hope that the accommodations have been fitting. I must apologize, I hadn’t realized that you were a member of the family. Should I had known I would have put you in the north tower with your family.”

“Good to meet you Ser. And theres no need Ser, I’m lowborn myself and I’m perfectly comfortable with my men.”

“I’m glad to hear it Ser. I come here to bring you word that we will be leaving soon. My brother is determined to parade you before Lord Kevan Lannister and to declare your house guilty of disturbing Lord Tywin’s peace. If I have your word Ser, I will allow you to ride to Casterly Rock unfettered.”

You look around the room to see your men shrugging at you and you give your word, swearing to not attempt to escape your captivity.

“Excellent. Also Ser, I have had a letter from Ember Peak. Lady Elleanor has written attempting to ransom Lord Titus, their children and yourself, but my brother has refused her. But she also writes what I imagine is far cheerier news. Your wife has given birth Ser, to a healthy baby boy. The birth wasn’t easy, but your wife is recovering well.”

Your men erupt into cheering, shooting to their feet to congratulate you and slap you on the back and you can’t help but feel a grin take over your face. A son. You had a son.

“She writes that your wife refuses to name him without your permission, and as such asks for a name for the boy. What should I tell her Ser?”

Well boys, the time has finally come. Merv has got a son, and he needs a name. I haev a strong leaning towards Marqus, as it's been a strong yes since day one, but if you guys have any other suggestions and reasons why, feel free to let me know. I'll also include Garth/Gareth because they were a second option from the last discussion.

--- Naming Mervyn's son ---

>Marqus, after Elleanors father, Ser MArqus Reynold. A man that even Lord Tywin Lannister respected
>Garth
>Gareth
>Write in

>>3704863
>Gareth

>>3704863
>>Marqus, after Elleanors father, Ser MArqus Reynold. A man that even Lord Tywin Lannister respected

>>3704863
>Marqus, after Elleanors father, Ser MArqus Reynold. A man that even Lord Tywin Lannister respected

>>3704863
Tywin

>>3704863
>>Marqus, after Elleanors father, Ser MArqus Reynold. A man that even Lord Tywin Lannister respected

>>3704852
>Marqus, after Elleanors father, Ser Marqus Reynold. A man that even Lord Tywin Lannister respected
And maybe thank him for his hospitality and news.

Alright I'm just going to go grab a bite to eat fast, but I'll be back in 20 minutes or so to close the voting and get back to writing.

Alright looks like Marqus is the winner. Good name for a good boi. Writing.

>>3705024
Training our boy to be a smashmonster like his dad when

>>3705060
11 years

>>3705066
>not starting from birth

You pause for a moment, before recalling a conversation you’d had with Allysa a few months prior about names. The two of you had both liked the name of Marqus for a boy, named after Elleanors father. A great and noble man by all accounts. It was said that even Lord Tywin Lannister had respect for him before he passed away.

“If you are writing back to Ember Peak Ser, mention to my lady wife to name him Marqus. And thank you Ser for your courtesy.”

The man nods politely and places his hands behind his back in a formal military kind of manner.

“Despite how my brother, and fathers heir as he loves to remind me, portrays himself, House Serrett is a proud and noble house, and we do not treat other noblemen and knights like dogs. For what it’s worth Ser, I do not believe my brothers lunacy. My fathers infirmity has taken it’s toll on our lands, and our family. None of have married, and Samwell taking up with that common woman stopped him from caring about his responsibilities as the heir. And with a lax lord, bandits and other trouble makers will naturally come about.

He shakes his head in a dismissive manner and rolls his eyes, before bidding you a good day.

“Anyhow Ser, I’ve much to prepare before we leave for Casterly Rock. Good day Ser, we’ll be departing on the morrow, so be prepared to ride. And congratulations on your son Ser.”

And with that he leaves and the two guards that accompany him follow, but not before one of them drops a skin before closing the door and you can hear the deadbolt slam shut again. One of your men walks over to the skin of wine and takes a swig before declaring loudly “IT’S WINE!! SOUR BUT IT”S WINE!” and your men cheer and pass the skin around as you celebrate the birth of your son. It may have been from a tower far from home, imprisoned and away from your wife, but you had a son and you vowed that you would lay eyes on and hold your boy if it was the last thing you did.

--- 13/07/281 ---

You had ridden for a fortnight to Casterly Rock. Ser Samwell had left the large part of the Reynold forces imprisoned in the dungeons of Silverhill, but had taken any men of high birth or status along so the Loyal Reins had come with you. As promised by Ser Gordon, you and your men had been allowed to ride unfettered, although each of you had been escorted personally by no less than 4 spearmen, the hard looking men that were personally under the control of Ser Samwell.

You had ridden by the gates of Lannisport, and rode past them towards the imposing, massive form of Casterly Rock. Legends said it resembled a lion in repose, but form your view it was just an isolated mountain that sat beside the sea. As you approached it stretched upwards, higher and higher until you couldn’t even see the top and you rode by towers and emplacements carved directly into the rock and the proud lion banner of House Lannister waved proudly everywhere you looked. As you approached the Lion Gate you heard a voice call out “WHO GOES THERE?” and Ser Samwell rode forward and called in return.

“Ser Samwell Serrett. Heir to Silverhill and son of Lord Soren Serrett. I came here to meet with Lord Kevan Lannister to bring these men, the men of House Reynold to justice.”

Silence falls over the procession as you wait for a response. Minutes go by, and you yawn when all of a sudden you hear the groan and squeak of steel moving and the massive portcullis begins to rise slowly. You ride into the mountain and can soon feel goosebumps begin to crawl up your neck as you begin to comprehend the scale of the castle. Looking up into the inky blackness you estimate the entrance hall to be at least 200 feet tall and as your eyes adjust to the light, you spy Kevan Lannister waiting, surrounded by nearly 50 heavily armed Lannister guards, clad in golden breastplates and all armed with longswords at their hips. You also notice guardsmen set into the alcoves that dot the walls periodically and Ser Samwell rides ahead of the party to greet the Lord Regent of Casterly Rock.

“My Lord Lannister. I trust you had received my letters regarding my request for justice. I rode into the field after the Reynolds of Ember Peak had instigated a war by raiding on of my fathers villages and slaying my natural daughter in cold blood. I crushed them in the field, and took those who surrendered prisoner, to bring them here and to see them pay for the crimes.”

Lord Kevan patiently descends a few steps before addressing Ser Samwell.

“I did in fact Ser receive your letter, in all of it’s detail. It is a very compelling and tragic story. and I am sorry to hear for your daughter. However…

The broad man reaches behind his back to pull forth a second letter and his grows deadly serious as his brow furrows.

“Yours was not the only letter I received Ser. I received this letter from Ember Peak a day before I received your own. And Lady Elleanor tells a very, very different story than your own Ser. She tells that she received an unprovoked declaration of war, of your own lands being beset by bandits and that her husband and son had gone to meet the aggressor in the field and that she feared that they may meet their demise on the field of battle to an unhonourable foe. To an ambitious son using his fathers ill condition to expand his future holdings.

The hall has gone deadly silent as Kevan continues his declaration…

“And until a trial has been conducted on the matter Ser, I declare you, Ser Samwell Serrett, to be under arrest for the breaking the peace of Casterly Rock, for war-mongering and an unlawful attack of House Reynold. You shall remain in Casterly Rock, under house arrest until we get to the bottom of this Ser.”

The guards move forward suddenly, and the men from the alcoves to ensure that the Serrett men make no trouble, although Ser Samwell has to be dragged off of his horse as he yells and curses about the indignation and how Lord Kevan could be so stupid as to believe such shit, but his struggles are worth nothing as he is dragged off by 4 of the golden clad guardsmen. And as you and your men were murmuring amongst yourself, you see a proud, red haired woman emerge from one of the alcoves and on her face she wore the smallest of smiles….

--- Break ---

I've got to go run some errands for a few hours but I'll be back tonight to continue this. Aiming for around 7pm MST

>>3705261
By the seven this women is a pit viper, I wouldn't be surprised if she gets more then from this trail then just the land.

>>3702702
>*Ser Terrence Lantell dead*
Holy shit

I am actually a bit sad over his demise (how did it happen, does anybody know?) even though he became passive aggressive of late since we bullied him.

>>3705261
Oh cool, we’re in the last year of Roberts Rebellion. We’ll hopefully get to hear of The Kingslayer soon

>>3705276
Oh god just wait. She has a lot to gain from this. Pit viper is a bit of an understatement to be honest.

>>3705337
Nobody really saw exactly how he fell, but his body is currently lying on the same corpse pile as everyone elses after it was looted. Ser Samwell killed him during the retreat up the hill when he tried to stand his ground.

>>3705373
The last year before Roberts Rebellion*

The Rebellion starts in approx. 11 months time.

>>3705790
Luckily we are a westerman. So we get to wait and do nothing, and then loot kingslanding

>>3705829
>So we get to wait and do nothing
Something tells me Elleanor is going to make hay while the sun shines.

The room you had been given as a cell was a huge improvement over the tower you had resided in for a fortnight at Silverhill. The furnishings were sumptuous, the four-poster bed post carved into the shape of roaring lions and the cutlery and goblets were all of fine gold and silver. The bed even had a goose down mattress and pillows. A servant had brought forth a meal of fine bearing that consisted of a roast chicken that was flavoured with some exotic spices that made you cough, although you enjoyed the taste, and some boiled potatoes and vegetables that were served with oil and salt. If this was what passed as prisoners fare in Casterly Rock, the legends of their wealth were woefully under exaggerated.

Elleanor had accompanied the servant and joined you while you ate, although she was joined by 2 Lannister guards as she informed you that you were to be called as a witness tomorrow and they were here to listen to the conversation to ensure there was no witness tampering. The conversation soon turns to Allysa as you ask after her health and Elleanor grimaces before elaborating…

“The birth was a difficult one. Maester Aethan believes it was made more difficult by the stress of her worry regarding you, despite my assurances that you were fine and alive. When I left Ember Peak she was on strict bed rest, and being tended to day and night by Aethan and her handmaiden. Cerenna I believe her name is? As for your son, he was born healthy and came out of the wound screaming as any healthy child should. That wetnurse you brought with you from Lannisport has proved useful. The girl’s mother may have been a cow the way she produces milk. Needless to say, he won’t go hungry. Have you thought of a name for the boy? Allysa refused to name him without you, insisting a boy should be named by his father. Foolish talk if you ask me but in order to calm her down I agreed to send a letter to Silverhill before I left for the Rock. Did you happen to get it?”

You nod your head as you respond. “I did my lady. A Ser Gordon Serrett delivered me the news, along with a skin of wine. I informed him to write back to the peak and that my son shall be named Marqus. And Allysa is well? Or at least recovering? What went wrong that made the birth so difficult?”

Elleanor perks up and smiles perhaps the first honest and happy smile you’ve seen from her in months at the mention of the name Marqus, saying that how she hoped the boy would live up to the name and her own father would be honoured, and answers your question with a cryptic “It was a matter of the birthing bed, not something a man outside of the medicine realm would understand. But rest easy, Maester Aethan assured me that she will be fine, only that it may be best to wait nine months to a year before she falls pregnant again else wise the issue may once again present itself.”

She then turned the conversation towards that of the trial and justice, and she goes over the process that would be taking place and your role in it.

“I will be calling you as a witness, as will Ser Samwell most likely, along with various other members of your men. I have no doubt that you all remember where you were and what you were doing on the days of those atrocities, as you should have been carrying out my orders and ensuring that Joanna was safe. A task that I know you completed with vigor, but it is still important that your men have their story straight. I don’t wish to give this man any chance to pounce on a slip of the tongue and try to blame your men for his own misrule.”

The look she gives you was telling. Her back was facing the two guards that had entered the room with her, and yet her face betrayed absolutely nothing. Only her eyes told you what she was really saying. You had better have gotten your men on the same page.

Your only response was to smile and assure her that you were sure that your men hadn’t forgotten, as they had lost one of their own to bandits along the gold road, which were likely the same bandits that had attacked that village. Elleanor smiles tellingly and the conversation continues going over details and the legal process and what not before she eventually bids you a good night and informs you that she would see you upon the morrow, and as she left in a dignified manner as the two Lannister men followed her and left you to your thoughts and eventually, sleep.


--- 14/07/281 ---

You had awoken early, and once again eaten a considerable meal of dried fish, warm bread and some pork sausages before being dressed in some fine clothes in the colour of House Reynold brought by Elleanor from Ember Peak and you were escorted to a large chamber where the ancient “Kings of the Rock” once sat. You see Lord Regent Kevan Lannister presiding over the court which is soon called to order, and you take your seat alongside the rest of your men. The massive hall is packed with all manner of nobles, servants and smallfolk, and Lady Elleanor Reynold is summoned to make her opening statements.

Can I get 7d6 for deceive please?

Rolled 5, 4, 3, 5, 4, 4, 5 = 30 (7d6)

>>3705974

Rolled 4, 6, 5, 5, 5, 1, 6 = 32 (7d6)

>>3705974
Witness me.

Rolled 4, 2, 4, 6, 3, 3, 3 = 25 (7d6)

>>3705974

>>3705991
And with a roll of 27, her opening statement is convincing as fuck.

Ser Samwell rolled a 14 for his persuasion test.

This trial is going to be a series of rolls between Ser Samwell and Elleanor. The total amount of degrees of success at the end will determine who is the winner of the trial. I'm doing most of it behind the scenes but I'll let you guys know the big important stuff like opening statements, interviewing Mervyn, etc.

So E is up 3 degrees of success to Sams 1.

Writing. Fair warning, it's going to be a long one

>>3706027
what are their bonuses? Just curious
Bigger the gap the more land and general win we get?

>>3705967
Ah shit we have to wait on our soccer team, poor ally needs a few months of rest.

>>3706158
ally is a thirsty girl
doubt she'll heed the maester's advice

>>3706168
I'd rather our wife not die.

>>3706142
Essentially. Land, money, marriages etc.

>>3706158
>>3706168
>>3706184

1 - 9 = Very Difficult birth. Advised not to continue having future children for fear of death

10 - 35 = Difficult Birth. Advised to wait at least 9 months to a year before conceiving again.

36 - 70 = Regular Birth. Advised to wait at least 6 months before conceiving again.

71 - 100 = Easy Birth. Advised to wait at least 3 months before conceiving.

13 & 62 = Fatal Birth

Failing to abide by the Maesters recommendations will change the numbers for the next child, and add a third number to the Fatal birth category.

>>3706264
That's fine we can still fuck she just needs to start taking moon tea is all.

>>3706264
Oh wow so we could force there second son to marry the bastard third daughter of our house or what? I see land and money but what's a good marriage?

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>>3706284
You want to kill Merv's children?!?!?!

>>3706380
You'll see what Elleanor has planned. Pic very, VERY related.

Also, sorry this update is taking so long. I struggle with dialogue and this is important so im correcting myself alot.

>>3706402
You're right we just need to fuck whores until our wife is safe to bed, good thing we have that wet nurse

>>3706411
>Implying Allysa won't get off on sucking Merv's cock like it's her god until we can put another baby in her

>>3706411
Get your mind out of the gutter. Mervs defining trait is loyalty.
We'll just have to use the Renly Method of contraception for the next 9 months.

>>3706431
That was a hard sell anon but you're right, we'll start fucking men as soon as we get back.

She walks up before the dais where Lord Kevan sits, before turning to survey the room and her face looks as calm as a still pond. She paces softly for a few moments before looking at Ser Samwell Serret who sits across the hall from your own men and she spins again to address the crowd.

--- Lady Elleanor Reynold’s Deception(Bluff) Test ---
Rolled: 27 vs DC: 12
Result: Three degrees of success

“My lords and ladies of the West. I have come here from my home at Ember Peak as a dutiful wife and mother first, and as the Lady of Ember Peak second. The Reynolds have been staunch supporters of the Rock ever since Ser Leland Reynold was given his lordship by Lord Damon Lannister following the First Blackfyre Rebellion. We have been leal and loyal servants, ruling our lands peacefully and making trade with our neighbours. While I will be the first to admit Serrett and Reynold have never been friends, never before have we been enemies. We collected tolls as they travelled north, and they collected tolls as our rubies went south, and we lived in peace while Lord Soren ruled with a capable hand. My own late father, Marqus Reynold whom all present here should know, often spoke highly of Lord Soren, and I am saddened to hear of his infirmity in his age, but that is no excuse for the blatant war-mongering that his son and heir, Ser Samwell Serrett has committed.”

She has the crowd in her hands and she knows it you think to yourself as she walks slowly back and forth along the stone steps that sit before Ser Kevan.

I received a declaration of war at my home of Ember Peak, and my gallant sons and husband went forth to meet a force nearly double the size of their own, and although they fought bravely, they soon found themselves surrounded and forced to surrender to this…mad man. He has accused my house of committing atrocities on his lands that were nothing more than the result of his own failure to manage his own lands. He has accused House Reynold of raiding his lands and setting a village to the torch, as well as the murder of his own natural daughter. I speak for all of my house when I say that I clinically and absolutely deny these FOUL accusations in their entirety. This case is nothing more than this Ser Samwell Serrett looking for someone to blame about the death of his daughter, and my house suffers for his mistakes.”

She comes down from the steps and resumes her seat and the clamour from the crowd echoes of the walls until Ser Samwell Serrett takes the stand and you can see he is red in the face. His own address to the crowd is much shorter and full of anger and vitriol. The vein on his forehead looks as if it’s about to burst as he talks of banditry and betrayal. Of house Reynold’s lack of honour. The crowd reacts in a much quieter manner than they had for Elleanor and the trial continues for the better part of an hour before Elleanor calls you as a witness and you take the stand.

Can I get 3d6 for Mervyn’s deceive please.

>>3706435
Hahaha I can't wait to meet Dontos. I have to get around to asking Father about how Dontos is going to take meeting a super handsome, blonde knight who is his relative equal in combat.

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

>>3706468

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

>>3706457

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

>>3706468
Witness me!!

>>3706476
jesus christ

>>3706264
Why 13 and 62? Just random numbers you picked out?

>>3706476
WITNESSED

>>3706476
well fuck... xD And here I thought my 13 was good. He is going to be screwed so hard... After a certain point, he will be so flustered he won't be able to speak...

>>3706476
Witnessed anon. Witnessed. Can you say "Stone Cold Merv Reynold the Western Rattlesnake"?

>>3706508
Yeah I just rolled a d100 and those were the numbers I got.

>>3706523
You're not even wrong. +1 to Elleanors next deceive roll.

Speaking of which...

7d6+1 deception please

>>3706476
Damn son. I don't agree with your stance on cucking qt red-haired waifu but you sure deliver the goods when it comes to the dice

Rolled 3, 5, 2, 4, 1, 5, 1 + 1 = 22 (7d6 + 1)

>>3706546
Shiney and chrome!!

Rolled 2, 6, 6, 5, 4, 6, 3 + 1 = 33 (7d6 + 1)

>>3706546

>>3706563
Aww it couldn't last forever

Rolled 2, 3, 6, 1, 6, 3, 5 + 1 = 27 (7d6 + 1)

>>3706546
How to roll?

>>3706566
That's probley three degrees of success again.

>>3706563
You forgot to say "Witness me" with your roll. Only logical reason I can come up with.

Alright well Elleanor is picking this guy apart and playing the woman card strong. Jesus.

Writing

>>3706604
Did we just go up there and be a disappointed knight, bemoaning how some one could possibly kill a child? How can you call yourself a knight?

>>3706604
This is a most Maximum Kek

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>>3706431
>>3706435
Pic related.

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>>3706716

>>3705790
Doesn’t Robert’s Rebellion go from 280-281, that’s what it’s saying on the wiki

>>3706852
https://awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/Robert%27s_Rebellion

No?

>>3706855
He looked at the show wiki.

>>3706855
Ah
>>3706874
Yeah

--- Lady Elleanor Reynold’s Deceive (Bluff) Test ---
Rolled: 28 vs DC: 15
Result: Three degrees of Success

--- Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Deceive Test ---
Rolled: 17 vs DC: 15
Result: One degree of Success


You stand from your seat and walk over to where a small chair has been brought forth for you to sit as Elleanor begins to question you.

“Please identify yourself for the court Ser.”

“I am Ser Mervyn Reynold, of Ember Peak.”

“And tell me Ser, how many years have you been a knight?”

“Eight years my lady. My father knighted me when I was 17.” You leave out the fact that it was on his deathbed and under dubious circumstances.

“Eight years? So enough time to familiarize yourself with the knights code of chivalry yes?”

You nod your head in the affirmative as an answer and she continues.

“I believe the words “Protect all women” are a part of that code. As are “Protect the young and innocent” yes?

“Yes, my lady. They are.”

She turns to address the court once more.

“I make no claims to be a warrior nor to understand the intricacies of war, but I am both a woman and a mother. I have no stomach for bloodshed and would seek an end to the necessity of sending off my sons to risk their lives for their house if I could. But men such as Ser Samwell are the evidence as to why it can never happen. He is a knight who has forgotten his vows to uphold justice.”

She turns back to you and asks for proof of your innocence, asking where you had been during the time frame Ser Samwell estimated that the attack had taken place.

“I had been in Lannisport for some time my lady, and the Lantell’s of Lantell Manor and Lannisters of Lann’s Keep can both attest to this. My men and I then left Lannisport for some time to scout out the gold road as we were escorting Lady Joanna Reynold and we had lost a large part of the escort we had taking her there as the Farmans had returned to Fair Isle and the Lannisters were remaining in Lannisport. And so we left, and when we were returning we were set upon by bandits. One of my men perished in the attack, but we saw them off before returning to Lannisport to fulfill my duty to my lady.”

“You were beset by bandits you say?”

“Yes my lady. I’d reckon about 2 days south of Headwaters. Tybalt Hill, a man who had been in the service of Ember Peak for nearly 2 years fell to their ambush.”

“Two days south of Headwaters you say? That would put you around the edge of Serrett territory would it not?”

“I couldn’t say my lady, borders are not my strong suit.”

“Well let me educate you for a moment Ser. Two days south of Headwaters would place you at the border between Reynold, Serrett and Yew lands. Thank you Ser. I have no need further questions for you.”

You stand and leave once again as Elleanor once more addresses the assembly where she talks on further about how she has heard talks of bandits growing bolder in the days since Lord Sorens mind began to fail, and eventually Ser Samwell is given the stand once again and he calls you back up once again.

“Ser Mervyn. You say that you were on the road during these dates. Is there anyone else that can verify that?”

“Of course. My a number of my men can testify as they were with me.”

You name off the list of men, and he than calls up 3 of them individually to question them about their whereabouts but your men stick to the narrative and he gets no rises out of them. He tries to sell the story of how you were a man without honour, but the accusations sound baseless as the man had no evidence to support his claim.

The case runs long into the evening before being post poned until the morrow, and you are escorted back to your room to sleep…

--- Is there anyone you guys want to talk to or do you have any questions for me before we move onto the end of the trial tomorrow? You guys can ask a servant to fetch someone if there are any questions you can for people. ---

>>3706962
I think this is fine. Let's let Eleanor "pit viper" reynold do what she does best

>>3706962
Just skip to the next trial part

>>3706962
Tyrus maybe, see how our squire is holding up.

>>3706962
Nah, I think we are fine. We should get through this and come out and get ready to train our men like fucking crazy.

>>3706958
I think we’re just fine

>>3706962
Oh man this guy looks guilty as fuck, unless he has a hell of a closing statment I think we have a very guilty man. On a side note how mad is this guy? He's about to be made out to be a kinslaying land grabbing asshole. He could very well be made to take the black. Oh man he takes the black and third daughter marries the newly made heir to the house! Is that the plan Joe

Alright skipping ahead it is. Needless to say, this trial didn't go well for Samwell. I'm paraphrasing the trail here but he looks absolutely guilty here. The score is currently 17 to 6 in favor of Elleanor obviously.

>>3707019
You're one or two updates away from finding out exactly.

>>3707046
>17 to 6
Maaan, this is a royal fucking. We know who wears the pants in the house now.

>>3707046
I'm trying to stay up. I have got a 6-hour flight in the morning and my dumbass is waiting. lol, let's see how badly we do this.

>>3707209
Yep I've got to muster in 7 hours but Joe has me hooked.

--- 16/07/281 ---

It was mid afternoon on the third day of the trial and it was coming to an end. The trial had painted Ser Samwell as guilty of breaking Lord Tywin’s peace, and possibly even of slaying his own bastard daughter as an excuse to wage war and Lady Elleanor was finishing up her closing statements.

“And so my Lord Lannister, you have heard all the evidence that there is to hear. Anything further that I can say would only be repeating the facts. This man is a war-monger, and he sought to take my lands by force and take advantage of his ailing fathers health to hide the fact. Even the declaration of war was written in his maesters hands and only signed by his father. This man is guilty of everything he is accused of and possibly more, and I hope you see fit to punish him accordingly.”

The crowd has no murmurs or whispers for the final statement, and you could have heard a mouse crawl across the floor it was so quiet as Ser Samwell is summoned to make his own final statement and he turns to look at the crowd with the angry look of a man who is innocent of the crimes that he is being charged of, but had nobody to believe him.

“I have nothing more to say, only that I’ve found not a shred of justice from men.”

He turns to find your gaze and he walks down the steps to the ground level before addressing you.

“Ser Mervyn, you challenged me to single combat on the field of battle. If you still wish to face me as a man, I seek the gods justice, not that of snakes in a woman’s skin.”

He turns back to Ser Kevan Lannister as he makes his demand known.

“Ser Kevan Lannister, I declare this trial a farce. I will not allow you to stand judge over me. The Father himself will preside over the rest of this trial. I demand a trial by combat Ser.”

--- Accept Ser Samwell Serrett’s challenge? ---

>yay

>nay

>>3707225
>>yay

Let's take up the hammer merv, time to test our new gear.

>>3707209
>>3707214
You two are the real MVP's! I really appreciate it guys.

>>3707225
>>yay
The gods will show you a kingslayer and coward. I pray that the father will be kind to you

>>3707225
>yay

>>3707225
>Nay
"As you have denied me a trial by combat, so shall I deny yours."

Just like he said, why fight him when we already won?

>>3707244
Because we are a better man, and if we say no snake mom will have to find a better man. Which there is none because we are the best.