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, and mother to hers and Ser Mervyn’s infant son, Marqus. She is driven and tenacious, if not impatient and occasionally jealous, 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.

>Tyrus Reynold, 15
Tyrus Reynold is Ser Mervyn’s squire and the second son and fifth child of Lord Titus and Lady Elleanor. He has the makings of fearsome fighter and knight, although his temper can be dangerous and difficult to control. He is the same height as his sponsor and looks to soon over take him in size, if not skill, and resembles his father in looks but his mother in colouring. Soon to be a father to a bastard child, and is in love with a common girl from the kitchens of Ember Peak by the name of Rose. .

>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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The other teams for the melee were rattled off with equal grandeur and soon a shuffling of tables and was underway to allow for the mingling of the various teams. Cardyn and yourself stood from your own table and you escorted Alyssa to where Tygon and Andrea were sitting. Andrea had welcomed you both and Alyssa was soon seated by her sister in law and although Tygon gave his sister a warm smile but the look he gave you was one of measured neutrality. The two of you hadn’t spoken since your talk regarding his mother and the atmosphere between the two of you had been distant. You would need to speak to him about the matter again soon as Elleanor would be meeting with the Master of Coin over the next few days to begin to arrange her possession of Castamere. House Reynold was riding a treacherous path that was on the razors edge and you would soon need to commit to a side in the absolute before everything came crumbling down around your ears. Bidding them all a good evening, you left them to their gossip and entertainment as you went in search of your new team mates as you put such heavy thoughts to the wayside.


You’d made your way to your teams table long after the mass of shuffling as knights and lords to their respective groupings for the melee. Seven rounds would open the Grand Melee, each comprised of seven teams made up of seven warriors. You found the fifth table to have a green flag hung above it and found it almost full of the other competitors, with only a single seat left that indicated you were the last man to join the table. You looked upon your team mates and found a myriad of colours and sigils and the first man to introduce himself to you was a tall and handsome young man who wore a long cloak of purple and black, with a golden horse brooch that clasped it tightly around his slender frame. Were you to have wagered you would have guessed he would be in between Tyrus and Tygon in age. His cheek bones were sharp, almost austerely so, and if the youth could grow any scruff he kept it well under control as his smooth skin was marred by neither scars or pock marks. He stood from the bench and when he looked to you with his emerald green eyes you were greeted with a look that spoke of boredom and etiquette that almost took you by surprise. Most men his age were enthusiastic to the point of recklessness about the prospect of the glory to be earned in the coming days, and flagons of wine and ale were being drank as fast as they could be poured. This man’s eyes however, spoke to that of a sober clarity as he took your hand in a grip that was surprisingly strong.

“I take it you must be Ser Mervyn Reynold. It is a pleasure to meet you Ser. My name is Ser Pastorn Malroy, third son of Lord Vamos and Lady Esmella Malroy, and these are the rest of our teammates…”

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He soon politely introduced the rest of the men and you had made a point to committing their names to memory. There was Ser Creighton Redfort, the second son of Lord Horton Redfort who hailed from the soaring mountains of the Vale of Arryn. He had greeted you with a raised goblet and a slightly lazy eye and you could see the man was already into his cups. Next there was Ser Baelor Cardingale of Strongbird Sound. He introduced himself as a lord of the rainwood from the Stormlands and his doublet was split in half, blue and red, with a counter changed cardinal and blue jay battling one another. He had greeted you piously, making the sign of the seven-pointed star after shaking your hand and you could see that his cup was not filled with wine but with water. Following him was a man who was introduced as Ser Cornelius Rivers, the bastard of Dambrook. His clothes were rather well cut for someone of bastard birth and he was certainly no hedge knight, and he explained how he served his half brother as his Captain of the Guard. The man carried himself like a soldier, although he didn’t have the look of a cavalryman and he was likely an infantryman to the bone. He wore wiry red side whiskers down his cheeks and kept the of his hair cropped short and you could see his nose had been broken more than once.

The man who followed him however was most definitely a hedge knight. Ser Charles of the Ivy was a man approaching fourty, and his clothes spoke of utility and of almost over use. His shoulders had a tired sag in them, and he appeared to be in a drinking competition with Ser Creighton although he was significantly more sober than the younger and better bred knight. He hailed from the Reach and although he spoke of chivalry the way he was egging on Ser Creighton led you to believe there was a wager on the line. Lastly there was a man from the north. Ser Torben Hewer hailed from what he called the Barrowlands, a region in the southron half of the north and when asked about his knighthood explained that amongst the Barrowlands and lands near to White Harbour, knighthood, while not common, was still something that was not unheard of. He was a tall and rangy man, with the hungry eyes of a wolf and was nearly as hairy. Everything from his eyebrows were long and unkempt and there was hair on each of his knuckles that he had wrapped around a drinking horn that he had kept filled with ale.

You sat down amidst your new companions and reached for a goblet and hailed a passing servant, who filled the cup with what looked like a rich red and took a sip, nodding your head and Ser Pastorn coughs politely to get your attention.

“So tell me Ser Mervyn, are you perhaps a grandson or nephew of the late Lord Marqus Reynold?”

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“A grandson of… Lord Marqus? No Ser, I’m think you may be confused. My son is named Marqus Reynold, but he is not even half a year old.” Your face showed a small amount of incredulity and confusion although you tried to keep a polite look, although it seemed that the young man seemed to be of the same mind.

“Forgive me Ser, I was under the impression that you were related to the late Lord Marqus of Ember Peak. My father served under him during the War of the Ninepenny Kings and still speaks about the military genius of the man, as well as the strength of his character.”

You cursed quietly under your breath at the momentary lack of thought. Of course he had meant Alyssa’s grandfather and not your son. You’d forgotten about the man, and in truth you had not often heard many speak of him in Ember Peak. The servants there had hardly known him as much of his time had been spent in Casterly Rock, and Elleanor was hardly the type to reminisce with those who served her. You laugh off the confusion as you explain to the young man.

“I apologize Ser. I myself am not a grandson of Marqus Reynold, but my son is named for my wifes grandfather. History is not my strong suit, in spite of my lady wife’s best efforts. I married into the family nearly two years ago after I won her hand in a tournament.”

“There’s no need for apologies Ser. I did think it passing odd that you are blonde and blue eyed, when my father always spoke of a man with a fiery red mane and eyes that resembled the grey green of the sea. Regardless however, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Ser. Should it not be rude to ask Ser, I am curious as to how you gained the name Reynold if you married into the family. Perhaps you could regale me with the tale?”

--- Tell Ser Pastorn Malroy of your upbringing and marriage? ---
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>Neigh

>>3949063
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>>3949063
>Yay

4 yays is enough to get the ball rolling here. Writing

>>3949063
Yay

And so you did, starting with your childhood and how your mother had passed away at an early age and that your father had taken you on as a squire. You’d left out some of the more personal events, especially those regarding your fathers cruelty and more dangerous episodes, but still included details of growing up hungry and mean. Those were dark memories to relive, and the only person alive who knew of them was Alyssa and even that had been a hard pressed thing for her to weasel out of you. The dark was where those memories belonged and it was only in the dark that they came to the surface. Instead however, you tell Pastorn the story of your first kill.

“I was thirteen, or near enough to not make a difference. My father had been hired on by a merchant to help guard two wagons on their way to Lannisport from Crakehall. I think the wagons were full of furs but it could have been something else. Either way it makes no difference, we were set upon by thieves on the road. My father took off to defend the wagons and left me to defend our own pack mule. A mule I still own to this day in fact, cantankerous old bastard that he is. One of the bandits tried to sneak around the fighting to steal our mule and all of our supplies. He probably saw me and thought me an easy mark he could scare off or get rid of but I surprised him. My father had given me a cudgel and I caught the bastard with it right in the cheek. He fell to the ground and I didn’t stop. It was messy. I remember trying not to throw up afterwards and it was all I could do to not stare at the bloody ruin I’d made. How about yourself Ser?”

The young gives you a long and distant look and you can see the line of his mouth harden into a thin line. He was a man of few words that much was obvious, and the look in his emerald green eyes was a sad one as he was clearly reliving the memory inside his head. It was a look that you were familiar with, the look of trauma that can only come from the taking of your first life. Hell, even Tyrus the angry fucker that he was had vomited and taken some time to come to grips with the fact he had killed a man. Pastorn picks up his wine cup and rolls the wine in it as he considered the contents of the untouched cup…

Can i get 3d6+1 for charm please

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

>>3949200

Rolled 4, 2, 5 + 1 = 12 (3d6 + 1)

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Rolled 6, 4, 6 + 1 = 17 (3d6 + 1)

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>>3949206
Beautiful Roll

>>3949206
Well done.
Mervyn made another dude gay.

>>3949206
The start of a beautiful friendship.

Fuck sorry guys. My computer's been giving me grief all day. I think it's all sorted now though. Writing!

--- Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Persuasion (Charm) Test ---
Rolled 17 vs DC: 12
Result: Two Degrees of Success

You grasped your own cup and picked it up to clink the two glasses together and take a large swallow of the wine. Pastorn Malroy looks from your cup to his and then to you, before lifting the cup to his lips and takes a small swallow before placing the cup back on the table still nearly full.

“Auroch.” It was a game played by mercenaries, hedge knights and soldiers across Westeros.

“I beg your pardon Ser?”

“Auroch. It’s a drinking game. You can’t drink using your right hand Ser, and if you do and someone calls you on it by saying Auroch, then you have to finish your drink.”

A slightly bemused look crosses the young mans face and he shakes his head as if that was an acceptable excuse to not down the contents of his cup.

“No Ser, you have to see it off. The rules of the game are sacred, you don’t have a choice in the matter. Down the hatch, one pull. See Ser Cornelious knows.”

The Bastard of Dambrook nods his head solemnly before taking a long pull from his own cup, encouraging the young man and you crossed your arms and stared at him expectantly until the young valyrian brings his cup to his lips, careful to use his left hand this time, and attempts to finish his cup. He makes it approximately half way before putting the cup down and begins to cough which brings laughter from the entirety of the table and Pastorn winces before supressing his coughs and finishing off the cup to cheers. You reach over and clap him on the shoulder and drain your own cup handily before reaching out for a pitcher and pouring the two of you another round of wine as you settle in and ask again after his own first kill. He is still hesitant to answer but you could see the wine was doing it’s work.

“It was…it was a bandit like yourself Ser. I was squiring for…well, his name doesn’t matter, but my sponsor fell in battle against the Kingswood Brotherhood, a band a bandits, thieves and merry men who were terrorizing the Kingswood. I rode out with such company as Ser Arthur Dayne and Lord Sumner Crakehall. My sponsor was struck down by a low blow and I rushed forward in an attempt to save him. My sword took the man in the neck and…and he fell. I still remember how his blood spurted forth and pattered against my armour. It sounded almost like summer rain for a moment. I slew three more men that day defending my masters prostrate form but he died from the wound in his belly. I earned my knighthood from Ser Arthur Dayne himself for my bravery, but the memory is still…soured by death Ser Mervyn.”

He takes another swallow of wine after the clink of glasses and you lean in on your elbow. You could feel the wine affecting you as well as you continued the conversation.

“So are you married Ser Pastorn? I know you nobles get married younger than us lowborn do. My own lady wife was only sixteen when her and I wed”

“I am not Ser Mervyn. But please, do tell me about your own wife Ser. I am sure that is a story in and of itself.”

He was a prickly youth, not keen to talk about himself, that much was clear but he seemed an honest sort and you indulged him with the tale. You told him how you’d heard of the call for knights of quality and pedigree to fight for the hand of the Lady Alyssa Reynold. You told him of how you had been scorned for your name, entering the lists as Ser Mervyn Hill in your patchwork armour riding upon your ill tempered rounsey. Few had payed you any attention at all until the actual joust had started.

“Now jousting isn’t my strong suit if I’m being honest. I lean towards the melee myself but luck was on my side that day. I unhorsed my first two opponents in as many passes and by the end of the day I was sat across from a Ser Herman Swyft fighting for the privilege of her hand. He won the first tilt, but my lance broke cleaner on second and third pass. It might have ended there had our positions been reversed and he had the lead but I was ahead and Lord Titus Reynold called for the contest to continue. The next round saw Ser Herman tie our scores with a well-placed blow that nearly unhorsed me and we prepared for the fifth tilt. It was the last. I struck him cleanly in the breastplate and the man was knocked from his horse into the dirt. I’ll never forget that moment so long as I live, nor the look of distress on Alyssa’s face until she saw me remove my helm.”

Pastorn Malroy chuckles softly at the tale. You’d been careful not to mention that this past year you’d killed Ser Herman Swyft for insulting your wife and squires honour. Such things had no place here.

“I should like to meet your wife I think Ser Mervyn. I would like to hear such a tale told from her point of view. She sounds like a lovely woman though by all accounts. You mentioned you had a son as well correct?”

You tell him all about our son who was five months old now and was on the verge of being able to crawl. You talk of your son like the proud father you were. Of his fierce grip and even fiercer temper. Of how he looked so much like his mother with his mop of flame red hair and his eyes that looked like the sea.

“Well Ser Mervyn I shall have to meet your son as well. If the stories my father tells are true I hope he grows into his namesake. The stories I’ve heard of Lord Marqus were nothing short of heroic.”

Talk runs long into the evening of all manner of things and the commotion of the evening was beginning to take it’s toll. Ser Creighton Redfort was passed out on the bench and Ser Charles of the Ivy had stumbled away with some serving girl nearly an hour past…

--- Any questions/talking points for Ser Pastorn Malroy? ---

>Yay (Write in)
>Nay, It's MELEE TIME!!!!

>>3949362
Ask him about House Malroy and their horses, his family and the Crownlands in general

>>3949362
I want to melee... but this >>3949364

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>>3949362
Oh and invite him over to our pavalion for some drinking after this days melee

>>3949362
What's up with the golden horse pin? I can't imagine merv being too knowledgable about their trade.
Ask about his siblings, he mentioned being the third son, does his elder brothers seek to compete here as well and should we be weary of them?
We heard a rumor about a Malroy being the supposed next in line for the Kingsguard and that the ceremony was to take place soon, who is that?
If he plans on courting any women while he is here and seeking favors to wear.
Is a man of the joust or melee?
Boobs or ass man?

>Ser Torben Hewer hailed from what he called the Barrowlands, a region in the southron half of the north and when asked about his knighthood explained that amongst the Barrowlands and lands near to White Harbour, knighthood, while not common, was still something that was not unheard of. He was a tall and rangy man, with the hungry eyes of a wolf and was nearly as hairy. Everything from his eyebrows were long and unkempt and there was hair on each of his knuckles that he had wrapped around a drinking horn that he had kept filled with ale.
It only just occurred to me that he is the character we created on /qst/

> I did think it passing odd that you are blonde and blue eyed, when my father always spoke of a man with a fiery red mane and eyes that resembled the grey green of the sea.
If only more nobles of the realm were as intelligent about inherited features lol

>>3949377
Fully supporting, great set of questions there. But I feel we should exchange words with the other knights on the team too, at least for politeness-sake. Ask them what they intend to do with their prize money.

>>3949362
>Nay, It's MELEE TIME!!!!
Fight fight fight

>>3949362
>Nay, It's MELEE TIME!!!!

Alright writing!

>>3949389
Ser Torben is actually Lord Torrhen's great, great grandson. The House Creation was set during the Dance of the Dragons and ooooh boy is it getting heated at the moment.

“So Ser Pastorn, you mentioned that you were a third son. Are your brothers competing as well?”

“Yes and no Ser Mervyn. My eldest brother Donold will also be competing in the melee. He tends to favour it over the joust although I fear he is a better hunter than he is a warrior. It may be an ill thing to speak so poorly of family, but his skill could be rated fair at best. As for my second brother, he is…he did not attend.” The melancholic look had begun to creep into his eyes, as if the fire in them was wavering in a strong breeze but he manages to keep it from going out completely. “My mother and father attend though, as well as my sister. My fathers bannerman, Ser Vance Redward attends also, even if he did bring his…natural son. Ser Vance will surely compete in the melee, although I expect he will be one of the first to dismount. He prefers to use a two handed sword and he was once quite skilled, even if age has slowed him down a mite. He was the first knight I ever squired for as a matter of fact. His sigil is a red horse, over purple and black.”

“Horses seem quite important to your family Ser Pastorn. I can see the golden horse pin on your cloak, and your bannerman’s sigil is a horse as well.”

The corners of Pastorn’s lips creep upwards slightly into what was almost a smile and what looked almost like a spark of interest appeared in his eyes as he shook his head, bemused.

“Horses are indeed quite important to my family Ser. They are our lifeblood. My family has been breeding horses upon the violet plains since Ser Aeson Malroy first built Steadhold nearly three hundred years ago. If you came by the way of the Gold Road you almost certainly passed by Steadhold Ser Mervyn, as well as seeing the Violet Plains that extend for leagues surrounding her.”

You had indeed passed by them you remembered. Alyssa had gushed over the beauty of the place while riding through the plains at sunset. “We did indeed Ser.”

“We breed primarily coursers, ranging from horses of fine, but ordinary quality to a breed worthy of our sigil. Fine, golden courses that possess the bloodline of Old Valyria that can be traced back hundreds of years. There are no finer horses in Westeros Ser Mervyn. Perhaps tomorrow before the melee you might allow me to show you my own steed? Although I am sure you will see more than a few of my families horses upon the field tomorrow.”

“I’d be honoured Ser. Perhaps you might allow me to show you my own horse. A fine red courser himself, from the herds of House Webber.”

“I have heard of House Webber’s stock before. A fine mount I am sure, but I fear of lesser quality than the horses of House Malroy.”

You bark out a laugh and run your hand through your hair. Triumph was the finest horse you’d ever ridden. It would take an impressive beast to convince you otherwise and you told him as such, to which he assures you that his family had brought some Malroy stock for sale and that you were nearly sure to wish to purchase one if you had the coin.

“Speaking of Malroy stock, I’ve heard a rumour even as far west as the Westerlands regarding the Kingsguard. Do you know if there is any truth in the whispers that a Malroy is to be inducted into the Kingsguard to replace Ser Grandinson?”

“That would be my uncle, Ser Dontos Malroy. He is truly the most fierce and skilled warrior of my house, and is pious and honourable as any true knight should be. My family and I are expecting the announcement to be made this very evening at the conclusion of the feast. I must warn you Ser, my uncle is a prodigy in the arts of combat, truly worthy of joining the ranks of Ser Arthur Dayne and Ser Gerold Hightower. I would advise avoiding him on the field unless given no other option. Luckily, he is fighting in the second opening round instead of the fifth like us.”

Ser Torben stands to relieve himself abruptly, saying as much in his grating voice and the four remaining at the table shuffle in closer and begin to discuss the prize money. 10,000 gold dragons were on the line, with 5000 for the second place and 1000 for third. Ser Cornelious spoke of outfitting his men with new steel and coats of mail, as well as potentially building an outpost in the foothills of the mountains near his home. Ser Creighton and he had been discussing the matter before the former had passed out on the bench in a puddle of wine and it was quite obvious that the two men knew one another. As it turns out, Dambrook bordered the Vale of Arryn and was plagued by the same mountain clans that House Redfort was. The two houses had attempted to root out the heathens but had been unsuccessful in the past.

Ser Baelor Cardingale speaks more towards of building his own lands, as well as contributing to the faith. He was a pious man, and his home of Songbird Sound was situated on the River Slayne. He was of a mind to turn his families logging industry towards the building of ships and he would use the winnings to hire the finest shipwright he could find. Pastorn begins to speak but he is interrupted by a herald introducing Ser Gerold Hightower and King Aerys both standing in front of the high bench. Ser Gerold holds a white cloak in his hands and the herald speaks to the entirety of the assembled crowd. Ser Pastorn turns to watch the proceedings with a smile on his face as he searches the crowd for his uncle

“LORDS, LADIES AND KNIGHTS PLEASE TURN YOUR ATTENTION NOW TO HIS EXCELLENCY, KING AERYS THE SECOND OF HIS NAME AND HIS LORD COMMANDER OF THE KINGSGUARD, SER GEROLD HIGHTOWER.”

You can see Ser Gerold speak and the herald repeats his words for all to hear.

“A MAN OF THE KINGSGUARD IS SWORN TO DEFEND THE ROYAL FAMILY WITH HIS LIFE. HE IS THEIR SWORD, AND THEIR SHIELD. ONLY THE MOST SKILLED AND LOYAL OF MEN ARE SELECTED FOR SUCH AN HONOUR, REGARDLESS OF THEIR BIRTH!

THE MAN SELECTED HAS BEEN CHOSEN FOR HIS SKILL AT ARMS DESPITE HIS AGE, AS WELL AS HIS NOBLE BEARING AND HERITAGE!

IN LIEU OF HIS FATHERS RECENT ABSENCE, HOUSE LANNISTER IS PROUD TO SERVE HOUSE TARGARYEN AS THEY HAVE SINCE THE DAYS OF THE FIELD OF FIRE!

I, SER GEROLD HIGHTOWER, WELCOME SER JAIME LANNISTER, SON OF LORD TYWIN LANNISTER, INTO THE ORDER OF THE WHITE SWORDS!”

The assembled crowd was a mix of reactions. Many cheered, particularly those from the West but it was not a resounding cheer that would be expected. Many from what you assumed were the crownlands were silent and you could see Ser Pastorn stiffen at the announcement. You watched as Ser Jaime Lannister, a similarly young man all clad in gold and scarlet made his way to the high bench to kneel before Ser Gerold as he was inducted into the Kingsguard before all the realm. He turned to the crowd after it was said and done, wearing a snow white cloak as he was introduced as Ser Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard. Ser Pastorn stood and begs your leave, informing you he would have his squire find you on the morrow before the melee but that he had pressing matters to attend to and leaves you at the bench with Ser Baelor, Ser Cornelious and the inebriated Ser Creighton…

--- Continue the conversation or find Alyssa and make for your pavilion?
>Continue speaking (with whom?)
>Find your wife and go to bed

Just want to give you guys the chance to speak with anyone you guys want to, sorry if it's a touch dull

>>3949837
>>Continue speaking (with whom?)
Tygon or Eleanor, This was unexpected, and given how short of heirs Tywin is...…. This is not good is it?

>>3949837
>Find your wife and go to bed
It’s late and people are inebriated - nothing of substance will be discussed at this hour, nor should it.

Let’s take our wife back for a chat and some fun.

>>3949837
>>Continue speaking (with whom?)
Tygon

Alright I figured it would be a bit slow until people start getting off of work so I'm going to go run a few errands and I'll be back in an hour or two. Voting will remain open until I get back!

>>3949837
>Find your wife and go to bed
We've met the lads. Let's get to hammering

>>3949837
>Find your wife and go to bed

Alright a quick short with Alyssa, meet up with Pastorn in the morning and it's hammering time! Writing

You decide to follow Ser Pastorn’s example and beg your leave. The day would be hard tomorrow with so many men fighting for such an impressive prize and fighting with a hangover would surely not be in your best interests. You make your way to where you had left your wife at the table and the two of you are soon walking arm in arm together towards the end of the hall, and after that through the courtyard, out the main gate and finally to your pavilion.

Alyssa for her part was thrilled at Ser Jaime Lannister’s ascension to the Kingsguard. “Although it that means that the Dwarf of Casterly Rock, Lord Tywin’s younger and crippled son Tyrion, now stood in line to inherit it was surely a boon to the Westerlands in prestige and power to have one of their own on the Kingsguard. Especially seeing as he was the youngest knight to ever join such a prestigious order.” She explained it the entire length of the journey back to your bed. These types of politics were over your head however and you simply nodded your head and hummed and hawed along with her.

The two of you climbed into bed after undressing and the two of you enjoyed the comfort of each others bodies. It was a very different sort of love making than the previous night have been as your ardor was more similar to a low burning bed of coals than the roaring bonfire. Once your seed had been spent and you were laying beside her with your arm wrapped around her she looked up at you.

“So who was the knight you were speaking with? Cerenna said she passed by you and that you appeared to be enjoying the conversation with him.”

“His name is Ser Pastorn Malroy. Seems like a bit of a quiet lad but he carries himself well. Apparently that castle surrounded by the purple fields is his home. Steedhold, or Steadhold. Something like that I can’t quite remember. Perhaps I had a little too much wine. Why do you ask anyways?”

She giggled. “Do you know if he is wearing the favour of any lady in the melee tomorrow?”

“No I can’t say I thought to ask. Why?”

She rustled under the blankets and propped herself up on an elbow and traced a finger alone the lines of your chest while you in turn ran your thumb alone her own breast. “I think Cerenna is smitten with him. She said his eyes were as sad as a song, and that he was tall and handsome. Perhaps husband, you might ask after the matter of him tomorrow before the competition begins in earnest. I’m sure Cerenna would appreciate it. I know I would, I’ve never seen her so brazen about a man before. Normally even I struggle to get her to open up about such things…

--- Ask Pastorn about wearing Cerenna Lantell’s favour? ---
>Yay
>Neigh

>>3950154
>Yay
I don't see the harm. At the very least give him a little nudge that he had an admirer.

I think it's safe to say that Merv is almost always going to go with Alyssa's intuition on these matters

>>3950154
>>Yay

>>3950154
>yay

“Alright Ally, I’ll mention it to him. But I am not making any promises though.”

“That’s all I ask for Merv. Thank you.”

The two of you drifted off to sleep together to the soft sounds of revelling men and women. To the distant sounds of songs and music as well as drunken slurs and steps. The sounds of love and passion could be heard as well and you breathed in the smell of your wife and closed your eyes with a smile on your face.

--- 15/12/281 ---

Ser Pastorn’s squire had arrived at your pavilion in the early morning as the young man had said he would, and Tyrus was finishing buckling up the straps of your vambraces and you bid the boy to wait outside which he happily does so. Alyssa saunters into the main room of the pavilion in a simple dress holding a piece of cloth grey lace that had floral patterns sewn into the fabric that she tied around your arm once Tyrus was finished.

“Best of luck husband! I’ll be cheering for you!”

You give her a quick kiss and tell Tyrus to have Triumph brought around which the boy does so dutifully. You finally place your helmet over your head and allow Ser Pastorn’s squire to lead both yourself and Tyrus to the Malroy pavilion where you found your acquaintance seeing to his own horse similarly clad as you were. You dismounted and removed your helm, handing it off to Tyrus and yourself and Pastorn share a nod.

“Good Morning Ser Mervyn. I apologize for my sudden absence last night. It was a thing poorly done if I may say, both my behaviour and my uncles passing over for a man whom I was knighted beside. But I would put that behind us if it is all the same to you Ser.”

You shrug your shoulders and put up your palms as a sign of indifference to the matter. In your mind there was no insult in his actions. “So this is the beast you spoke so highly of yes?”

He turns and makes a display of an elaborate wave of introducing his horse and you could see that he was immensely comfortable in his armour. The steel plate was coloured a regal looking purple and the fittings were gold, or at least gold plated, and the straps were all of a strong and supple looking black leather. A fine made set of armour to be sure.

“He is indeed Ser. This is Pride, and he is truly deserving of the name. The pride of my father’s herds.”

You patted the horses muzzle and you had to admit it was a truly beautiful horse. It was lean, with long powerful legs and a golden sheen to it’s coat that was reminiscent of molten gold. It’s eyes were dark and intelligent, a sign that albinism had nothing to do with it’s colouration. You’d never seen a horse like it in fact.

“He is a beautiful horse Ser Pastorn. I fear you spoke true. Once I’ve seen this steed in action I will likely have to see about purchasing such a mount for myself, and possibly for my men as well.”

The man had began to inspect your own horse and although he gave a look of approval over the beast, he still did not look overly impressed.

“I imagine you will Ser. Your horse is a fine example of Reach horseflesh, but it lacks the certain Valyrian flair, as well as our Stable Master Gawen’s innate knowledge at pairing stallions and mares.”

A nod from you was your response and it was a fitting way to ask about your promise to your wife.

“Speaking of passing stallions to mares, if you can forgive my crudeness, but I don’t see any sign of a favour upon your person. I remember you said you were unmarried is the reason I ask.”

He stiffens once more and a grimace flashed upon his face for a moment before his cool politeness prevailed over his emotion.

“I do not Ser.”

“Well, I know of at least one young lady who would be happy to give you her favour. My wife asked me to ask after you on behalf of her handmaiden, a Lady Cerenna Lantell. She’s a pretty, with flaxen hair and hazel eyes, and is something of an age with you. My wife says she saw the two of us talking last night and has spoken of little else since despite how shy the girl normally is. So if you’d like to fight for a young womans honour, I know it would surely please her…”

Can I get 3d6 for convince please

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

>>3950307

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

>>3950307

>>3950311
>>3950316
I think we're wooing this dude hard

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

>>3950307

--- Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Persuasion (Convince) Test ---
Rolled 17 vs DC: 15
Result: One Degree of Success

Ser Pastorn let’s out a long breath as he pats his steed on the nose before turning to you and nodding his head.

“As you say Ser Mervyn. Cerenna Lantell you said? I suppose that is the least that I could do. I’m sure it would please my mother at least.”

“That’s correct Ser. If you’d like I can send you with my squire before the melee begins?”

“While I appreciate the sentiment Ser Mervyn, I believe that Grimsley here can find your pavilion again. I will see you at the tourney grounds within the hour Ser Mervyn.”

He mounted his steed and he was a truly impressive sight. A knight in purple and black mounted upon a steed of the purest gold that was reminiscent of his houses colours and sigil. His squire, who wore blue with a stripe of white with three small red birds sewn across the breast took Pride by the reins and led him back towards your pavilion while Tyrus led you and your own steed towards the tourney grounds.

You found the rest of your team assembled beneath the green flag and Tyrus hands you up the green tabard you’d been given and don it quickly. You headed to the stands to watch both the third and rounds be fought and you could see that you were right in your estimation of the fierceness of the competition and as the field cleared of it’s participants you returned to your steed and squire, as well as the rest of your team to discuss tactics.

You were a motley bunch, wearing various qualities of armour and there was some debate about the merits of various tactics to be used. Ser PAstorn for his part was quiet and you could see a piece of blue fabric tied about the hilt of his sword although his closed faced sallet helm hid the majority of his face so you could not read his face…

--- Mervyn’s suggestions for tactics for the opening round of the melee ---

Vote 1
>Stick together as a group, there was safety in numbers
>Fight on your own, men who had not fought together before could be a liability
>Split into two groups, a compromise
>Write in

Vote 2
>Charge the middle
>Charge to the right
>Charge to the left
>Write in

Both of those rolls succeeded, so for the sake of speeding things along I'm just going with it

>>3950348
>>Stick together as a group, there was safety in numbers
>Charge the middle

>>3950348
>Stick together as a group, there was safety in numbers
>Charge to the left
Murder ball together and I would assume most are right handed so go left and circle clockwise through the competition.

>>3950363
Ill second this strategy

>>3950348
>>Stick together as a group, there was safety in numbers

>>Charge to the left

Alright and the last test before we get into the action.

Can I get 3d6 for persuasion to convince the group to go along with your plan

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

>>3950390

Rolled 3, 2, 2 = 7 (3d6)

>>3950390

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

>>3950390

--- Ser Mervyn’s Persuasion (Convince) Test ---
Rolled 9 vs DC: Various
Results:

>Ser Charles of the Ivy
DC: 6
Test Passed

>Ser Creighton Redfort
DC: 6
Test Passed

>Ser Pastorn Malroy
DC: 9
Test Passed

>Ser Torben Hewer
DC: 12
Test Failed

>Ser Baelor Cardingale
DC: 12
Test Failed

>Ser Cornelious Rivers
DC: 15
Test Failed

Alright boys we're getting into it now. Writing.

>>3950403
>stubborn bastard

>While all of this is going down, Brynden is busy ploughing a whore from behind while making out with a second whore and a wineskin in hand

“I for one would suggest we stick together. We present as a unified unit and few are likely to approach us, and any we charge will likely be outnumbered. I would also avoid charging the centre straight away. I say we ride to the left, putting the barricade on our shield side and allow us to strike at any who ride against us. Sure it may be less glorious but this isn’t a battle, this is only the opening rounds of a tournament. Don’t forget the prize at the end of this damn thing.”

Ser Cornelious Rivers is the first to speak up as he spits a wad of phlegm into the dirt. “Speak for yourself Sers but the sooner I can get off of this damnable thing the better. I can’t use my poleaxe while I’m mounted so after the charge is done I’ll be fighting on my feet the way the smith intended us to thank you all very much.

Ser Baelor was next. “As much as I dislike agreeing with someone of such low birth, I am of a mind to agree with Ser Cornelious, although for vastly different reasons. I am here to make a name for myself, and glory shared is glory halved Sers.”

“Both Ser Charles of the Ivy and Ser Creighton Redfort are quick to agree with you. Ser Charles likely seeking protection the group offered, but Ser Creighton was quick to voice his opinion. “Most of my fighting’s been done against savage mountain clans and I’ve always found that numbers prevail. You’ve my sword and my lance Ser.

“It’s like you said Ser. This ain’t battle and I never liked tournaments much either. We don’t have much use for them in the North. I’m a fair rider at best and fight best using my great axe. My father did always say I fought like a wildling. Ser Baelor here has a point as well.”

That was Ser Torben out as well, leaving only Ser Pastorn. The man only looked to you for a moment before nodding his head and like that you were four. Perhaps not as intimidating as seven but it was still better than riding alone in such conditions. You soon heard the heralds calling for all participants to take their positions and the gate opened to allow you all to enter.

>>3950403
Don't we get to reroll that 1 with Attractive?

The seven sided arena was massive and the roar of the crowd was almost deafening as your team rode into it to take your place. The ground had been raked over by the attendants in between rounds but it did little to hide the stains of blood and horse excrement from the previous four rounds. You’d watched the previous rounds and you’d seen that the competition was both fierce and deadly. No less than three men had been killed for their efforts in the previous four rounds, the product of one being too young, one being too old and the most recent one had simply been unlucky when a shattered piece of lance had slipped inside his gorget and punctured him in the neck. The maesters that attended would be hard at work setting broken bones, stitching up cuts and tending to all manner of other wounds.

You shuffled in your saddle as you rolled your neck and heard the satisfying crackle of your joints cracking and Tyrus hands you a tourney lance before hurrying to the other side of the fence with the other squires. He wore black to match your armour and you saw the red and yellow pennant that hung on the end of your lance to show the rest of your colours. Alyssa’s favour was tied around your right wrist, a lacy piece of grey fabric as you remember the intense night the two of you’d had. The scratches on your back brought a small smile to your face behind your helm when they stung as you looked out at the rest of your competition. You saw colours and sigils of every sort and Triumph had begun to feel the tension as well as he begin to paw at the ground in irritation and strained at the reins slightly while you looked at Ser Pastorn, Ser Charles and Ser Creighton.

“Right. Stick together boys. Form a wedge and ride in formation and these bastards won’t know what hit them.”

You felt remarkably calm. Perhaps the recent events within your family had taken it’s toll on you, but now that you were finally given the opportunity to fight again you felt at ease and you took in a large breath as the trumpets sounded from each point of the arena and the your round of the melee began…

Can I get 7d6 for fighting please

5D(Fighting)+1B(Spears)+3B(War Trained Mount-1D(Charge)-1B(Lance Specialty)

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

>>3950430

>>3950429
Every fucking time I forget about attractive. I'll give you guys a free reroll of a 1 during the melee as recompense seeing as I alreayd wrote the scene up. Fair?

Rolled 4, 6, 5, 6, 2, 3, 4 = 30 (7d6)

>>3950430
Ride unto the sunset boys.

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

>>3950430


>>3950436
Fair

>>3950438
FUCK THAT ROLL

>>3950438
>>3950442
Dad for hammering time

>>3950438
Dad finally got back from the gas station

Isn't the first roll the best? 6,6,5,5? Sorry. The bonus dice thing confuses me at times. What's the -1D(Charge) exactly?

>>3950451
Nah we drop the two lowest rolls from each which means The Father's roll of 30 really only counts as 25. Which is the best roll by one.

4,6,5,6,2,3,4 = 30
4,6,5,6,4 = 25

>>3950451
No you're right. 22, 21, 18

The Charge action adds a +1 to damage in exchange for a -1D. Pretty much every joust or horse charge in battle uses this.

>>3950454
Well shit. Dad putting me in my place.

>>3950453
Yeah he's right actually. We only count 4 dice because of charge.

>>3950446
THREE MORE DAYS!!

>>3950451
It is the best. The -1D is for the charge that is mandatory when using lances in this manner. it increases damage but it's harder t actually strike on account of moving so fast I guess?

I also need 5d6 for Mervyn's animal handling please

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

>>3950457

Rolled 3, 1, 1, 1, 2 = 8 (5d6)

>>3950457

Rolled 1, 6, 5, 3, 5 = 20 (5d6)

>>3950457

>>3950459
Anon maybe you should purify your dice becuase you seem to have upset the Die Gods.

--- Melee Combat Round 1 ---

- Ser Mervyn Reynold -
*Charge* [Greater Action Taken]
Simultaneous Strike/No Agility Roll Needed
Rolled: 22 vs Ser Maluss Nightblade Combat Defense: 8
3 Degrees of Success
Damage: [7 Base] = 2 [Charge] x 3 = 27 Damage – 9 [Halfplate armour] = 22 Damage
9 Health – 22 Damage = -15 Health
Ser Maluss Nightblade Defeated

-Ser Maluss Nightblade –
*Charge* [Greater Action Taken]
Simultaneous Strike/No Agility Roll Needed
Rolled: 22 vs Ser Maluss Nightblade Combat Defense: 15
1 Degree of Success
Damage: [6 Base] +2 [Charge] x 1 = 8 Damage – 11 [Superior plate armour] = -3 Damage
12 Health – -3 Damage = 12 Health
*Animal Handling Test*
Rolled: 19 vs DC: 9
Test Passed
Final Result: Ser Mervyn Unharmed and ahorse

>>3950471
>9 Health – 22 Damage = -15 Health

Lmao

The charge was a moment that any man could become addicted to. You thrust out your tourney lance with vigor and dug your spurs into Triumph as you led your small team to the left in the attempt to avoid the massive clusterfuck of a melee that was now beginning to take place in the middle of the arena. The sound of the crowd had disappeared in your ears only to be replaced by the sound of battle. You heard men and horses screaming, steel ringing and the thunk of metal on wood all the while the thunder of hooves pounded away at your ears. You find your first targets, two knights who were clad in purple tabards that had hung back from the charge and were patrolling the outskirts. Likely looking for targets or stragglers you figured but they noticed your charge as you approached and dug into their own mounts.

Pastorn maintained his place next to the barrier as did Ser Creighton behind him, while Ser Charles pulled off into the middle slightly and you took the outside position facing the mans shield. The man between Ser Charles and Ser Pastorn maintains his form true to the joust and focuses on Ser Charles. His own lance explodes onto the man’s shield and Ser Charles is sent reeling backwards in the saddle but his opponent was unlucky enough to be struck by two lances at once. The first one struck his star and moon patterned shield squarely breaking the lance clean while Pastorn’s found the man in the breastplate and the poor man on the receiving end of the double team was knocked cleanly out of his saddle as he lay in the dirt.

The man you faced down also remained true to the joust and focused on you. You saw what looked like some sort of demon painted on his shield but it looked rather garish to your eye. The purple and pinks were too vibrant to be any sort of intimidating and you bury your lance into the demons open maw and it shattered into a thousand fragments while your opponents had just clipped the steel banding of your heater shield. It was enough to crack his lance but you see the man tumbles off of his horse all the same. Pulling forth your cavalry hammer from your belt you wheel your horse about as does the rest of your party and while Pastorns opponent remains prostrate, your own was attempting to recover himself until he saw you rounding on him again. He called out his yield to you and you inform him of your name so that he could present his horse and arms to you at the melees end.

You reformed into a diamond as you positioned yourself to view the melee properly as you decided what was the next action to take.

You saw a group of four that you would run into if you continued your charge on your left, as well as a single knight who had ridden out of the center to catch his breath on your right. And of course there was always the eye of the storm as well...


>Continue your charge to the left 4v4
>Wheel about to the right 4v1
>Join the center 4 vs the world

>>3950475
>Continue your charge to the left 4v4

>>3950475
>>Continue your charge to the left 4v4

>>3950475
>Continue your charge to the left 4v4

Can I get 10d6 for fighting please

5D(Fighting)+1D(Bludgeon Specialty)+2B(Bludgeons)+3B(War Trained Mount-1D(Charge)

Rolled 1, 5, 1, 3, 6, 2, 1, 5, 3, 5 = 32 (10d6)

>>3950495

>>3950475
>Continue your charge to the left 4v4

Rolled 5, 4, 5, 1, 6, 5, 4, 3, 6, 2 = 41 (10d6)

>>3950495

Rolled 3, 6, 6, 6, 1, 1, 3, 6, 6, 1 = 39 (10d6)

>>3950503
we broke him in half

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

>>3950495

>>3950497
>>3950499
>>3950503

Jesus christ Merv never fails to scare the hell out of me

Alright and 5d6 for animal handling please

Rolled 3, 6, 5, 1, 1 = 16 (5d6)

>>3950509

Rolled 5, 6, 5, 5, 3 = 24 (5d6)

>>3950509

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

>>3950509

>>3950512
Coming up big there with a 21. Jon Connington does not play.

>>3950517
Oh shit. One of the big names shows his face. I see he had basically the same tactic as us. Cavalry wedge circling the arena

A couple of things to point out before I get back to writing here.

Alot of these characters are going to want to pull themselves out of the competition and yield before taking too many wounds and injuries so that they can compete in the joust which many view as a more "prestigious" event. .

You guys will be allowed to pull out at any time as injuries and wounds begin to pile up. Wounds will be with you through most of the tournament, but injuries will be rolled for to see if they are healed by Maester Aethan at the end of each day.

>>3950534
>Not riding this out to go toe to toe with Bobby B

--- Melee Combat Round 2 ---

- Ser Mervyn Reynold -
*Charge* [Greater Action Taken]
Simultaneous Strike/No Agility Roll Needed
Rolled: 33 vs Lord Jon Connington Combat Defense: 11
4 Degrees of Success
*Bludgeon Fighter Activated*
Large Shield Defensive Rating 4 - 2
Damage: [5 Base] + 2 [Charge] x 3 = 21 Damage – 11 [Superior plate armour] = 10 Damage
12 Health – 10 Damage = 2 Health
*Animal Handling Test*
Rolled: 17 vs DC: 18
Final Result: Lord Jon Connington unhorsed

-Lord Jon Connington –
*Charge* [Greater Action Taken]
Simultaneous Strike/No Agility Roll Needed
Rolled: 23 vs Ser Mervyn Reynold Combat Defense: 12
Three Degrees of Success
Damage: [5 Base] +2 [Charge] x 3 = 21 Damage – 11 [Superior plate armour] = 10 Damage
12 Health – 6 Damage = 2 Health
*Animal Handling Test*
Rolled: 21 vs DC: 15
Test Passed
Final Result: Ser Mervyn ahorse

You see another band of men who had the same idea that you did and you gesture with your hammer towards them and you were off. One man in bright blue armour gets the attention of a knight in red and white with what look like griffons battling on his shield and soon the group is charging towards your own.

On your immediate left you could see Ser Charles was faltering. You could see that he would be unlikely to weather the charge but to his credit he had not yielded and instead charged ahead with you. You lined up with your opponent, the red and white griffon knight, and you saw that he was brandishing his long sword with purpose. Your two parties began to close as the ground before the two was eaten up and you came together with a resounding clash.

Your hammer came across and connected viciously with the knights helmet while his sword had connected with your breastplate before sliding up and connecting with your gorget. You saw your opponent’s sword fall from his grasp and you struggled to keep your grip on your hammer. Even through the steel you could still feel the blow and it was an extremely uncomfortable one that pained you are you tried to catch your breath. You circled once more and saw that your suspicion about Ser Charles had been correct. He was yielding to the man in the bright blue armour with a white hawk or falcon painted on his shield while you saw Pastorn wielding his long sword still mounted beside you as his own opponent had been knocked cleanly off his horse once again. The way he rode was almost unnatural, as if he had some sort of unspoken bond with his horse.

Your eyes scan to find your opponent and find the griffon knight struggling to get back to his feet as he was attempting to wrench his helmet off of his head. Pastorn reins in his horse beside you and opens his visor and looking at you…

--- What to do now? ---
>Charge Lord Connington by yourself
>Charge Lord Connington with Pastorn
>Dismount and fight Lord Connington after allowing him to fetch his sword
>Dismount and fight Lord Connington with Pastorn after allowing him to fetch his sword

>>3950549
>Charge Lord Connington with Pastorn

Sharing is caring. Also getting Connington out would be great. If i remember correctly he was quite the beast when it came to fighting. When he wasnt lusting after Young Griff that is.

>>3950549
>>Charge Lord Connington with Pastorn

>>3950549
>Charge Lord Connington by yourself

>>3950549
>Charge Lord Connington with Pastorn
We started this for the long haul and Griff is a bad man.

Alright can I get 11d6 for animal handling?

5D(Fighting)+1D(Bludgeon Specialty)+2B(Bludgeons)+3B(War Trained Mount+1B(fighting unmounted opponent)-1D(Charge)

Rolled 2, 5, 3, 2, 2, 2, 3, 1, 2, 6, 1 = 29 (11d6)

>>3950565

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

>>3950565

Rolled 1, 1, 5, 6, 3, 3, 3, 6, 4, 5, 6 = 43 (11d6)

>>3950565

And can I get 5d6 for animal handling please

Rolled 4, 2, 1, 4, 1 = 12 (5d6)

>>3950580

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

>>3950580

Rolled 4, 1, 2, 6, 4 = 17 (5d6)

>>3950580

I like how natural you make the friendship between Mervyn and Pastorn feel

--- Melee Combat Round 3 ---

- Ser Mervyn Reynold -
*Charge* [Greater Action Taken]
Charging Opponent/No Agility Roll Needed
Rolled: 28 vs Lord Jon Connington Combat Defense: 9
4 Degrees of Success
*Bludgeon Fighter Activated*
Large Shield Defensive Rating 2 – 0
Large Shield destroyed
Damage: [5 Base] + 2 [Charge] x 4 = 28 Damage – 11 [Superior plate armour] = 17 Damage
Wounds taken 4/4
17 Damage – 12 damage = 5 Damage
2 Health – 5 Damage = -3 Health
Lord Jon Connington yields

You look over to Pastorn and nod your head. “Let’s finish him while we have the chance.” He closes the visor to his helm and the two of you charge together, you on the left and Pastorn on the right. Lord Jon Connington manages to rip his dented helmet off of his head and you can see that his red hair is made even redder by the blood that stains it from a cut that the steel of his decorative helm had made in his head. He looks up at you just in time to gather his shield once more as you strike and he lifts it up in desperation holding it from both sides exposing vulnerable fingers on the rim. Your hammer strikes dead centre of the shield and such as the force from the blow that the wooden shield splits in two, with only the iron rim maintaining any semblance of shape. Pastorn had timed his own strike well, riding a horse length behind you and instead of using his sword he plants his armoured foot into the now shieldless mans chest in an impressive display of horsemanship and knocks him clean to the ground.

The two of you are quick to press your horses on either side of him and the man yields while looking up at you with a squinted eye as he attempted to wipe away the blood that was leaking from his wound. A squire is quick to rush out to the man to help get him off of the field to prevent any further injury and you look over to Pastorn who uses his sword to point to Ser Creighton who was in a nasty clash with what looked like a dornishman and you move to aid your teammate but by the time you arrive the Valeman had defeated his opponent.

Three of you now remained and you surveyed the tourney field once more. The round was down nearly two thirds of it’s starting number and the field was dwindling. The red team still appeared to have four members and was engaged with the three remaining members of the indigo and blue team that similarly had three. The purple team was down to a single member while the the yellow team had two members fighting back to back on foot against one of your own, Ser Cornelious Rivers as well as the last member of the orange team.

--- Next Action? ---
>Catch your breath (Regain up to 4 health)
>Charge the red team
>Charge the blue team
>Charge the purple man
>Charge the yellow team
>Charge the orange team
>Charge the indigo team

>>3950611
>Catch your breath (Regain up to 4 health)

Lets regain our strength and let them tire eachother out

>>3950611
>>Catch your breath (Regain up to 4 health)

>>3950611
>Charge the yellow team

>>3950603
Thank you. In my head I feel like Mervyn sort of reminds Pastorn of Brynden which makes the two of them easy to write getting along.

Not that Mervyn and Brynden are similar characters but they both strike me as relatively down to earth people who are happy to bend the rules to fit their needs Of course Mervyn is downright willing to shatter those rules, but Pastorn hasn't seen that side of him. Add in the fact that Mervyn is older, and is one of the sorts of people (a lowborn shit heel) that Brynden would likely associate with, it just seems to me that the two of them would be a natural fit

>>3950611
>Catch your breath (Regain up to 4 health)

Alright can I get 4d6 for endurance please

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

>>3950628

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

>>3950628

Rolled 1, 5, 5, 5 = 16 (4d6)

>>3950628

--- Melee Combat Round 4 ---
*Catch your breath* [Greater Action Taken]
Endurance Roll: 16 vs DC: 0 (Automatic)
4 Degrees of Success
4 Health Gained
Ser Mervyn’s Health: 6

Yourself, Ser Creighton and Ser Pastorn took a brief respite from the action in order to catch your breath and evaluate your next move. You attempted to rub your neck momentarily but scowled away the attempt when your fingers hit your gorget instead of your neck. You breathed deep of the smells of the earth and battle and although it still pained you, you could feel the pain subsiding.

You watched the two yellows manage to defeat their opponents. Ser Cornelious has a deadly looking poleaxe wrenched away from him and he promptly threw up his hands in a yield, meanwhile the man wearing the orange tabard had been struck in the neck by the greatsword of the man in yellow who wielded it. You could see the spurt of blood shoot out from his neck before he fell to the ground as dead as a doornail. Intentional or not, such things happened and for such a reason melee’s were not for the faint of heart. The reds, blue and indigos were still fighting one another fiercely and it appeared to your eyes that each team was now down to two men. Your eyes also found the last of the men wearing purple lingering on the outskirts of the tavern. He looked to be in rough shape and was doing the same as you were in trying to catch his breath and possibly ride out the rest of the round.

--- Next act? ---
>Catch your breath
>Charge the yellow team
>Charge the purple team
>Charge the main melee

>>3950640
>Charge the purple team

>>3950640
>Charge the purple team

>>3950640
>Charge the purple team

Alright and can i get 10d6 for fighting please

5D(Fighting)+1D(Bludgeon Specialty)+2B(Bludgeons)+3B(War Trained Mount-1D(Charge)

Rolled 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 6, 4, 3, 6 = 52 (10d6)

>>3950646

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

>>3950646

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

>>3950646

lmao

>>3950647
Jesus christ anon. What a roll

>>3950647
Well then. This should be a fun interlude after this is all done. Mervyn's trail of dead bodies get's longer everywhere he goes

>>3950647
Well they are right fucked aren't they?

--- Melee Combat Round 5 ---

- Ser Mervyn Reynold -
*Charge* [Greater Action Taken]
Simultaneous Strike/No Agility Roll Needed
Rolled: 35 vs Ser Jonathor Rivers Combat Defense: 9
4 Degrees of Success
*Bludgeon Fighter Activated*
Shield Defensive Rating 2 - 0
Critical Attack Rolled [5 6’s]
Final Result: Ser Jonathor Rivers killed

-Ser Jonathor Rivers –
*Charge* [Greater Action Taken]
Simultaneous Strike/No Agility Roll Needed
Rolled: 11 vs Ser Mervyn Reynold Combat Defense: 12
Attack Failed
Final Result: Ser Mervyn ahorse

You took in one last deep breath before giving Triumph a kick in the flanks and a click of the tongue as you directed him towards the isolated and wounded man on the purple team. Your steed eats up the ground before you and the man charges forth to meet you. You can see Ser Pastorn and Ser Creighton on the edge of your peripherals, giving you enough space to lead the charge and lead the charge you did. You looked to your wrist where Alyssa’s favour was tied and it inspired you to urge Triumph on to even greater speeds. The man was a hedge knight you realized as you got closer. His halfplate was old, plain and worn and he wore a simple helm that didn’t even cover the lower half of his face. He gripped a spear in his hand and wore a small shield on the other but he was injured or fatigued and his guard was lower than it should have been.

Your hammer swings out in a similar manner to how it had for the griffon knight, only this time the mans helmet wasn’t up to the task. The visor gave way before the claw of the hammer and you could feel the secondary “give” of bone and the mans lifeless corpse falls from his horse to dangle grotesquely from the left stirrup as his horse whinnied in panic and took off across the field. A grimace of distaste came across your face but it came more from annoyance than regret. Death was not something you wanted on your hands in this. You had no grudge against the man. Had the situation in life been different you could have even ended up riding alongside the man to this very tournament but all the same he was dead. You prepare to charge once more but before you get the opportunity you hear three blasts from seven trumpets that signalled the end of the round and instead ride Triumph towards the green starting gate as your remaining companions ride in from behind you…

--- What to do now? ---
>Stay and talk with them
>Make immediately for your pavilion

>>3950660
>Stay and talk with them

Wish congratulations to those we actually followed our advice.

I'm going to let this vote go overnight as I'm fading pretty fast here.

Question from my end however, is this an acceptable level of choice/input for you guys? Or should I add in more/less? Hope you all enjoyed regardless and I will resume at roughly 12pm/Noon tomorrow!

>>3950660
>>Stay and talk with them

>>3950662
Is good for me Joe though do think that we could be given a choice on who to focus on within a group. Like take out the biggest guy on the purple team or the one who looks to be giving everyone else a hard time.

>>3950660
Ooof. Why did he pick the sickest llama of the pack? That's cruel. Is Mervyn a force of natural selection?
Felt like that roll was wasted on the man.

>Stay and talk with them

>>3950662
Apart from opportunity for picking our targets and not just groups (like, knight A, B or C where we can tell the difficulty of choice by description), the level of choice was enjoyable.

>>3950660
>Stay and talk with them

>>3950662
Really good run, Joe.
The dice gods definitely smiled upon us today. We on anybody's radar now?

>>3950662
I liked it, even though I was asleep for most of it

>>3950660
>>Stay and talk with them

>>3950660
>>Stay and talk with them

And yeah, I'm perfectly happy with the level of choice.

>>3950660
>Stay and talk with them

>>3950662
You didnt give us the choice to plough Isis like a wild animal.

0/10

>>3950663
>>3950664
I can include that kind of thing in the next round.

>>3950665
Thank you! As for being on the radar it depends on how you mean? On the radar in regards to Mervyn being a skilled combatant? I'd say a few people have noticed him, not enough to be gunning for him perhaps but enough to ask who he is.

If you mean radar like someone who is going to want revenge, not particularly except for maybe Ser Jonathor's family who you'll get to meet in this next write up. This round was especially vicious and three men lost their lives in it so in that way you're fine.

>>3950679
>>3950751
Thanks guys!

>>3950846
You'll have to opportunity to meet Isis soon enough. But a fair criticism nonetheless.

You’d dismounted nearly as soon as you were through the gate and you found Tyrus waiting with an open hand to take Triumph’s reins as you pulled off your helmet and handed it off to him as well. He soon disappears to take Triumph to a picket line nearby before hastily returning and handing you a cloth to wipe the sweat from your brow. You take the offered cloth and fall heavily onto a stout wooden bench and wipe away the sweat and dust and look upwards to the sky.

“Seven above Ser Mervyn that was a mighty blow Ser. A pity about the mans fate nonetheless.” Ser Creighton commented in between sips from a horn which almost certainly didn’t contain water but instead ale.

Pastorn had joined the two of you on the bench and his young squire was dutifully looking after his master and the man was soon drinking water from a clay cup and he gave you a sad look. “That was a truly masterful showing Ser Mervyn, it is a shame what happened in it’s dying moments stains the glory. I saw you execute the same manouveur against Lord Connington and it was masterfully done. Incapacitate the opponent and force him to remove his helm, making him all the more likely to yield. The strength of your arm must be fearsome Ser, it is ignominious that the quality of a mans steel should mar our otherwise excellent display.”

You shrug your shoulders in your armour. “Accidents happen. By my count no less than 7 men have died on the field already today be it from their lack of skill, the quality of their steel or just plain old bad luck.”

Just as you finish the dead mans horse had been brought about to you by a young boy who could not have been more than eight years old. The horse nothing more than an old rounsey of exceedingly poor breeding, barely fit to pull a plough let alone bear a knight in battle. He went to hand you the reins and you could see tears in the boys eyes.

“ ‘ere Ser. ‘es yours now. Take care of ‘im aright? ‘e might be old but ‘e’s a good ‘orse.”

You give the boy a searching look as you take the old rotting reins in your hand…

--- What to do with the boy? ---
>Ask after his parents
>Give him what was clearly his sponsors horse
>Do nothing, he was not your responsibility
>Something else (Write in)

>>3950985
>Ask after his parents
>Give him what was clearly his sponsors horse

It would probably cost us more to feed the damn thing by the time we get it to a butcher than we would get for selling it.

>>3950985
>Give him what was clearly his sponsors horse
We clearly have no use for the horse, but I don't want to get all bogged down in trying to fix a random 8-year-old's life.

>>3950991
Second.

Let us do an act of kindness and then move on.

Alright looks like we'll gift the horse back to the boy Ant parting words or advice for the boy?

>>3951066
"Don't get robbed."

>>3951066
Get the feeling that the knight was the boys father, son of a bastard hedge knight. He is like Mervyn. Kinda wana offer him a position as our second squire.

>>3951069
>Kinda wana offer him a position as our second squire
No thanks. At least get a squire with a little bit of prestige, even if it's the son of the 4th son of a landed knight. Not the child of a crappy hedge knight.

>>3951069
>>3951076
Mervyn isn't really in the position to take on a second squire as he rather has his hands full with Tyrus, the Loyal Reins and his duties as the Master at Arms. You could probably find one of your men to take him on his their squire though if you want to put in the effort, or if you don't want to it wouldn't be difficult for the boy to find a sponsor at Harrenhal, espcially as he is essentially bringing a packhorse and spare set of armour to sell.

>>3951066
Men die. Train your sword hand and become the better killer.

The boy turns to leave but before he manages to disappear into the crowd you call out to him.

“Boy. BOY! Come on back here.” The young squire turns around and walks back hesitantly with his eyes on his feet and his hands were restlessly moving as he clasped them in front of him. “This was your fathers horse yes?”

The boy gave a small nod with his chin pushed into his chest. Whatever sort of knight his father had been he’d clearly taught his son not to look his betters in the eye. You reach out and grab one of his hands and place the old reins into it and the boy looks up sharply as if sensing a cruel trick of jape.

“You take your fathers horse boy. You have a name?”

“Y-yes Ser. Jonathor Rivers, same…same as me fadder. Only he used to call me Jonny”

“Well Jonathor Rivers, take a lesson from this. I was a boy like you once. My father was also a hedge knight and we travelled about the Westerlands but he too died. It’s what all men do. The only way to try and fight off the stranger is to train your sword arm until it’s better than every man who crosses your path. You have a horse, now that’s more than most boys can say so don’t get yourself robbed now. There must be near a thousand knights here, many of them squireless hedge knights who would be glad for a packhorse, let alone a squire to tend to it. You find one of them and you learn from him understand?”

“Y-yes Ser.”

“Go on then son. Seven be with you.”

You watch as the boy leads his sorry excuse for a horse away and turn back to looks from Ser Creighton and Ser Pastorn. Ser Creighton’s was one of mild surprise while Pastorn’s face showed no emotion whatsoever.

“That was a kindness you did there Ser Mervyn. Even if that nag he has is only good for boiling down to make glue for book bindings. Even the mountain clans that surround my home would refuse to ride that beast. But I suppose they’d use that armour his father wore at the least.” Ser Creighton scratched at his chin. “Well, what say we move to the stands to watch the remaining rounds?”

--- Watch the remaining opening rounds? ---
>Yes, with Ser Creighton and Ser Pastorn
>Yes, with your wife
>Yes, with someone else (Write in)
>No, do something else (Write in)

>>3951165
>Yes, with Ser Creighton and Ser Pastorn

>>3951165
>Yes, with Ser Creighton and Ser Pastorn

>>3951165

>Yes, with Ser Creighton and Ser Pastorn

>>3951165
>>Yes, with Ser Creighton and Ser Pastorn

>>3951165
>Yes, with Ser Creighton and Ser Pastorn

>>3951165
>Yes, with Ser Creighton and Ser Pastorn

Joe dead

>>3951636
>RIP Joe

I miss him.

Like any drunken uncle all you have to do is give me a little rye and I'll be fine. That or some foul lager will always wake me from the dead.

In all seriousness sorry for dissapearing on you guy, some pressing family stuff came up that I had to take care of.

Can I get 2d6 for Knowledge (Heraldry) please

Rolled 5, 3 = 8 (2d6)

>>3951683

Rolled 5, 4 = 9 (2d6)

>>3951683

Rolled 1, 4 = 5 (2d6)

>>3951683

Alright well Mervyn might not know alot of people's heraldry but he knows a little bit. Writing!

Ally managed to get something through Merv's skull.

“I’m with you Ser Creighton. Can’t hurt to watch the competition, and we can see how our fellow greens fare. See what kind of men we’ll be fighting with once we get out of the opening rounds.”

Pastorn for his part remains silent but follows you nonetheless and the three of you are soon seated near the top of the grandstands as you hear the trumpet sounds. The sixth round begins and there was little subtlety in it’s tactics. You saw only a few stragglers deciding to hang back and instead you saw the near full complement of warriors crash resoundingly into one another in the relative center of the arena. Steel rang off of armour and horses screamed as men fought for glory and coin.

--- Ser Mervyn’s Knowledge (Heraldry) Test ---
Rolled 9 vs DC: 6, 9, 12, 15
Result: Passed, Passed, Failed, Failed

The first man to catch your eye is wearing a blue tabard and his helm bore steel antlers as he charged in with a skill at arms and battle fury that struck even yourself as impressive. The shield he bore had a black stag on yellow, and Alyssa’s lessons come flooding back to you in the moment. House Baratheon, the Lords Paramount of the Stormlands. He had forgone the use of a tourney lance and was instead wielding a massive warhammer that a lesser man would have struggled to use two handed, let alone ahorse. The first man who was unfortunate was a man from the yellow team. You didn’t recognize his heraldry for the simple fact that he was knocked clean out of his saddle by Lord Baratheon’s hammer and into one of his teammates who similarly is knocked to the ground by his own man. Following that blow the crowd parted where the Stag Lord went, as a shoal of fish does so when a shark is present.

Another man who distinguishes himself quite well was a man who was clad in bronze armour that was engraved with runes that you could not read. The purple of his tabard had nearly been ripped away by an errant lance strike but he was unaffected. You had remembered the day Allysa had told you about the heirloom bronze armour of House Royce. It was something that had fascinated you, and so by all logic the man wearing said armour was Lord Yohn Royce. It was said he was a fearsome tourney knight and his reputation was proving true. He had unhorse a man with his lance and another with his sword within a heartbeat and soon after a third man was unhorsed. Lord Royce proved especially chivalrous as the third man rose from the dirt and the Lord of Runestone dismounted and went after the man on equal footing.

As for your own green team, by the time the three trumpet blasts sounded only a single man was still standing. His heraldry was that of six silver bells on purple. It rang a familiar bell inside your head but you couldn’t quite remember where the house was from. He had ridden well but had taken a nasty blow to the head and looked to be a tad uneasy on his horse, and you were relieved to see that he rode out towards the green gate and you sent Tyrus to invite him to sit you with you. The man soon follows you and you could see he was a large and brawny sort of man who introduces himself as Ser Marwyn Belmore of Strongsong. He takes a seat next to Ser Creighton and it soon becomes clear to you that he is another Valeman and the field is soon filled with the final round of competitors…

2d6 Knowledge please

Rolled 4, 2 = 6 (2d6)

>>3951754

Rolled 1, 5 = 6 (2d6)

>>3951754

Rolled 5, 6 = 11 (2d6)

>>3951754

>>3951758
saved

Bobby B is a madlad.

>>3951693
>Ally managed to get something through Merv's skull.
Indeed, lol. Joe pulls no punches (as he well should, of course).
The post-tourney Merv should see about filling his brainbox.

>>3951754
>Marvyn
Is this the beginning of the infamous paronymic duo?

>>3951767
>The post-tourney Merv should see about filling his brainbox.


The copious amount of alcohol Pastorn and Mervyn is gonna take in will ruin that

The seventh round however was much more of a divide when compared to the sixth. Three teams had rode directly to the centre while two had rode to the right and the left respectively. Pastorn surveys the field and is quick to point out his fathers bannerman.

“See there Ser Mervyn? The man who just left his horse and is now wielding a greatsword. That is Ser Vance Redward of Redwatch Tower. My father’s bannerman. I learned much of my swordsmanship from the man in my youth.”

Ser Vance was a cautious fighter you could see. He used his weapons reach to keep his foes at bay until an opening presented itself when he attacked with determination abandoning thoughts of defense. His sword had lashed out and caught a passing knight who was still mounted in the chest and when Ser Vance followed up on the attack his opponent was quick to yield. He was however forced himself to yield by a man who bore three oak leaves on yellow bore down on him with his lance and the force of the blow caught him full in the breastplate. You could see even from this distance that the armour was dented.

--- Ser Mervyn’s Knowledge (Heraldry) Test ---
Rolled 11 vs DC: 6, 9, 12, 15
Result: Passed, Passed, Failed, Failed

The Oakheart knight was quick to ascend upon the wounded Ser Vance and upon his yielding the man chivalrously dismounted and helped the man to his feet before remounting with the aid of a squire who ran onto the field before plunging back into the melee. The mans orange tabard was still flaming bright and it appeared as though he had hardly been touched at all.

You saw two men fighting it out each bearing a lion on their shield and soon realize that you were watching Ser Cardyn Lantell and Ser Austin Osgrey fighting one another. They were both still mounted and were wheeling their horses around try to get the better of on another. There was a rivalry between the two men, that much was obvious and besides Ser Art and his veterancy, it was undecided who your true second in command was amongst the Loyal Reins and it seemed the two men were very much taking the measure of each other. It all comes to a head when Cardyn overreaches and Ser Austin brings his sword down on his opponents wrist causing him to lose his sword in his process. Cardyn tries to reach over and pull Ser Austin from the saddle but Austin is to skilled for such a ploy and Cardyn is soon forced to yield. With the thought of lions in your head you find it odd that you hadn’t seen the newest member of the Kingsguard participating and ask after the group if they had heard of any reason why. It was Pastorn who answered…

“He was sent back to King’s Landing almost immediately after his induction if my uncle is to be believed, and he has very little reason to lie. I spoke to him last night after his anger had subsided somewhat and he informed me that Ser Jaime Lannister had been sent to guard the queen back in the Red Keep.”

“How has your family been taking the news then? Not well I imagine.”

Pastorn Malroy looks out into the field with a mild grimace on his face. “That would largely be an understatement Ser Mervyn. My uncle was furious and my father was insulted and was nearly of a mind to leave the tourney all together. Ser Dontos convinced him to stay so as to preserve his honour as he was still a close friend to those of House Targaryen. My elder brother Donold was unimpressed as well. I mean for no offense to you as I’m sure many of the Westerlands were celebrating an appointment of one of their own, but my uncle was robbed Ser. This snubbing reeks of politics. He may be proud to admit as such but any man from the Crownlands could tell you that there was no man more deserving of the honour of joining the Kingsguard than the Black Knight of Malroy.”

“I cannot say such things are my area of expertise Ser.” you confess to the younger man. “Growing up as I do there is little and less to learn of politics. Have you any idea why your uncle was passed over?”

“Nothing but speculation Ser. Although Lord Tywin’s recent abdication of his duties as Hand of the King is a likely connection in some way. Apparently he returned to the Westerlands when the royal party departed King’s Landing for this tourney.”

Now that was a discomforting thought. If Lord Tywin was returning home that would mean a much heavier handed style of leadership than that of his brother Ser Kevan.

Three trumpet blasts interrupt your thoughts however and the opening rounds were concluded. Unfortunately, not a single member of the green team from round seven had managed to hold out. You heard the herald shouting for members of all teams to return to their gates to prepare for the final pool round before the open melee begun in earnest.

Approaching the gate as the group of four you are greeted by another six men which brought your total up to a grand total of ten men. You are soon introduced to one another and the other men consist of Ser Oswell Whent of the Kingsguard, Ser Harrion Fowler of Skyreach, Ser Elliot Mullendore of Uplands, Ser Karth Estren, Ser Miles of the River Road and finally Ser Lestor Langward and with so many voices it was difficult to come up with a single strategy.

Can I get 4d6 for reputation please?

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

>>3951803

Rolled 2, 4, 3, 4 = 13 (4d6)

>>3951803
Looking up our teammates in the meantime. Very interesting stuff, joe! (Albeit I fear getting wrecked by notorious figures, kinda want to bandwagon them.)

Can we also strap on our warhammer btw?

>>3951803

Rolled 2, 3, 3, 2 = 10 (4d6)

>>3951803

>>3951810
Most of the characters are made up I have to admit, with a few such as Ser Oswell Whent being named characters from the books and a few others such as Marwyn Belmore and Lestor Langward being smaller characters from other quests.

Alright and now can I get 3d6 for persuasion

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

>>3951814

Rolled 1, 1, 5 = 7 (3d6)

>>3951808
Great job on that roll, anon.

>>3951814
Yeah I recall the Langward from the Malroy quest. IIRC, very oldschool, honorable to a fault?

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

>>3951814
Loved how you made us meet the kid of the guy we killed. Actually made me feel bad for his death. A lot of authors would probably have skipped that kind of detail, but you did a good job with it. Enjoyed how Mervyn handled it as well. He seemed to see a bit of himself in the kid.

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>3951815
Rerooooooll

>>3951818
>1

>>3951821
It's great how we get an Attractive reroll on other dudes.

>>3951823
Obella is gonna be sooo jealous when we seduce Brynden

>>3951823
Ha, I actually never considered the angle. Sheer charisma and presence of character and all that? Until Merv opens his mouth and confuses his son and his wife's grandfather that is.

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

>>3951818
I'm taking a few liberties but before he had his near death experience that caused him to go half crazy I assumed Ser Lestor was precisely that. An honest and good man. He isn't going to get much screen time but he'll get a few lines of dialogue.

>>3951820
I appreciate the words.Thats exactly how I figured Mervyn would see the boy, and I felt the way it was voted for was a good representation of his character. He's been changing slowly, especially since Marqus was born and he isn't as absolutely ruthless and completely without mercy as he once was, but he isn't an empathetic man either.

>>3951823
It's a weird rule. There's times I wish I house ruled that when the quest started but people in hell want ice water.

>rolling for the rerolls

Final roll is 16 which is pretty damn convincing. Not perfect mind you but still pretty good. So I'll leave you guys with a prompt overnight.

>Any suggestions for tactics/plans for this round? Same as last time? Something new? Feel free to throw your suggestions for Mervyn out there.

>>3951810
I also forgot to respond to the warhammer bit. We can strap on our two handed hammer to our horse if you guys would like.

>>3951826
>There's times I wish I house ruled that when the quest started but people in hell want ice water.
What would you have changed it to?

>4
>16
All but the most stubborn to listen to Mervyn this time around?

>>3951829
Realistically, to make it that only women/characters who are actually attracted to him be applicable for rerolls. But thats the way the rules are written so I don't want to take that away from you guys because it is quite a powerful benefit.

I also forgot that it's only a single 1 to be re rolled but the first roll is the one that mattered so no trouble

>>3951827
>Any suggestions for tactics/plans for this round? Same as last time? Something new? Feel free to throw your suggestions for Mervyn out there.

So you're saying we're 10? How does the number compare to the other teams?
Horseback combat is Merv's trade, so I'd say same as the last time plus I personally want to steamroll that Oakheart when we spot him whichever color his tabard is.

>>3951833
>How does the number compare to the other teams?

Red - 13
Blue - 9
Green - 10
Orange - 6
Purple - 9
Indigo - 12
Yellow - 14

>>3951831
>Realistically, to make it that only women/characters who are actually attracted to him be applicable for rerolls.
What of the so called halo effect though? Wouldn't it affect general disposition towards a person with the attractive quality and thus explain why he gets to potentially roll higher on persuasion against anybody?

>>3951836
I gather, Dontos isn't participating in the tournament?

Alright, same as the last time.

>>3951831
I believe there's research that suggests people generally find those that are attractive more trustworthy (whatever the sex). I just find the entire thing amusing. I can't help but think of Mervyn giving the guys a smile with sparkling white teeth and everyone around him thinking "well, shit... the man's got a point" or "fuck this pretty boy bastard", depending on whether we pass the Attractive reroll or not.

I'll also support the same strategy as last time. Strength in numbers and all that.

>>3951827
>Any suggestions for tactics/plans for this round? Same as last time? Something new? Feel free to throw your suggestions for Mervyn out there.
Be pussies. Hang back, pick off stragglers or teams that we outnumber (preferably orange) and only when there's nothing else to do fight in the middle.

>>3951827
Same plan as before.

>>3951898
Good luck suggesting that and keeping 9 other people from running off.

>>3951898
On the other hand I just figured that that Oakheart knight is on the orange team so I can get behind storming them if they appear at the edge of the battlefield.

>>3951902
>>3951900
Orange will want to stay back too, seeing as they're at a serious numerical disadvantage. Charging through the middle is a trap, but hopefully we can get to them.

As for convincing the others, I hope Pastorn and the other guy back us up which should hopefully convince some more people. Chances are that no team completely stays together anyway.

>>3951903
I say we charge at one of the flanks like last time. It wont be seen as total cowardice and it isnt as idiotic as going down the middle.

>>3951827
I would recommend splitting this time. Half go left, half go right and then as we meet in the middle on the opposite side of the arena, form two columns and drive through the center

>>3951838
Oh no. Dontos is definitely participating and let me tell you he is going on a rampage.

Same plan as before it is! Writing

Rolled 4, 3, 1, 3, 4, 3, 3, 5, 4, 5 = 35 (10d6)

Testing dice

>>3952212
No good. Try again

Rolled 6, 2, 1, 3, 4, 6, 5, 6, 2, 6 = 41 (10d6)

>>3952214
Y-yes ser!

>>3952216
Better. Hold fast lad

--- Ser Mervyn’s Status (Reputation) Test ---
Rolled 16 vs DC: 3, 9, 12, 15, 18, 21
Results: Passed, Passed, Passed, Passed, Failed, Failed

You put forth own voice and speak out loudly into the conversation, loud enough to be as Alyssa would say “uncouth”, and to your own mild surprise you see a large portion of the group turn to look at you expectedly. Perhaps they’d seen you fight in the last round or you were beginning to sound like a noblemen but regardless you had the attention of all but two men. The man who was clad in all white had looked over to you with disdain in his eyes and he simply walked away to tend to his steed. The other man who ignored you was Ser Karth Estren. He was a man of the Westerlands you knew and from the look he gave you he had obviously heard of your previous exploits.

“I will not follow a man who aims to kill in tourneys. Even in Wyndhall we heard about how you slew Ser Herman Swyft. Be warned Sers, for when it comes to the free for all, this bastard will turn on you aren’t like to survive it. He already has blood on his hands today…” Ser Karth Estren joined Ser Oswell in tending his own horse but the rest of the men stayed where they were giving various looks as they waited for you to continue.

--- Ser Mervyn’s Persuasion (Convince) Test ---
Rolled 16 vs DC: 0, 6, 9, 12, 15, 18
Result: Ser Pastorn Malroy (0), Ser Creighton Redfort(0), Ser Miles of the River Road (6), Ser Marwyn Belmore (9), Ser Elliot Mullendore (12), Ser Lestor Langward (15) Passed, Ser Harrion Fowler (18) Failed

“Look at how many we are here now Sers. Eight. Ten if you include the other two. That’s barely more than a single man per round who survived it all. Ser Creighton, Ser Pastorn and myself stuck together and rode as a unit and we managed to come out with three from our group. Another man rode with us but even he managed to unhorse another man and fought until the end of the round. We need to stick together and protect one another. Circle the outside of the field as a unit and knock out any stragglers.”

Ser Pastorn spoke up in defense of the plan. “Why should we all not continue on into the open melee rounds? Ser Mervyn, I’m with you.”

“I’m with you as well Ser.” Ser Creighton raised his cup to you and took a swig from it enthusiastically .

Ser Miles and Ser Marwyn Belmore both nod their heads and walk over to clasp hands with their team mates. Ser Harrion fowler however spits on the ground and instead walks away. “I think not Ser, there is no glory in such an act and we of Dorne, well it is said our blood runs hot. You will find me in the center where the fighting is thickest.”

That left Ser Elliot Mullendore and Ser Lestor Langward. Ser Elliot considered you thoughtfully and nodded, hoisting his butterfly covered shield and taking your hand in his own. His grip was courteously delicate but you could feel the strength behind it, meanwhile Ser Lestor Langward, who’s shield bore a crown of stars on purple and black considered you thoughtfully.

“You’ve quite a band of men here Ser…Mervyn you said correct? I fear it would be a fools errand to turn away the safety of such company for the glory that a team round could offer. I look forward to facing you all in the later rounds Sers, but for now, I am with you.”

Eight men were together, united as a unit. To your immediate left was the purple team and to your immediate right was the red. Across the field were the oranges and yellows and you gripped your new lance tightly as the trumpet sounded once more and the last team round began in earnest…

Can I get 7d6 for fighting please

Rolled 4, 3, 6, 1, 4, 4, 2 = 24 (7d6)

>>3952245
Easy

Rolled 3, 2, 3, 6, 6, 4, 3 = 27 (7d6)

>>3952245

Rolled 2, 5, 4, 5, 3, 5, 1 = 25 (7d6)

>>3952245

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

>>3952245
Warrior, Lord, and Smith.

Sleepy coming in hot with the 22.

Alright and so continuing with the plan to go left we're charging into the purples. They have split up into a group of four and five. So I realize I should have asked this first but, who would you like to focus your attack on...

>Knight A
He wears splint maille and a dirty mud red coat with little else to distinguish him, aside from a shield that bears a red horse on it.

>Knight B
The man is clad in full plate and and his shield is broad. His shield bears eight hanged men on blue and he rides well.

>Knight C
The last knight you could reasonably hit with this charge, he also wears plate mail and his arms are that of House Lydden in the Westerlands.

>>3952275
>>Knight B

>>3952275
>Knight B

>>3952275
>Knight B
Riding together is best strategy really we ensure that near the end we will have good mix of skill and easier time climbing the bracket

>>3952255
>Lord
Mmm? Father?

>>3952275
>Knight B

So much hype!

5d6 for animal handling please as well guys

Rolled 5, 3, 3, 2, 4 = 17 (5d6)

>>3952311

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

>>3952294
It's a reformed sect.

>>3952311
Ride!

Rolled 2, 1, 3, 3, 4 = 13 (5d6)

>>3952311

Rolled 4, 6, 2, 6, 1 = 19 (5d6)

>>3952311

>>3952313
Fuck, I roll average consistently. Should've waited for >>3952327

>>3952328
It'll be close. We might make it by the skin of our teeth

>>3952244
>Even in Wyndhall we heard about how you slew Ser Herman Swyft.
Loving the reputation btw. That's how Merv should be known.

>>3952346
Yeah, something's telling me he doesn't know the other half of the story.
I mean, the Warrior judged him unworthy, that's all, right?

--- Melee Combat Round 1 ---

- Ser Mervyn Reynold -
*Charge* [Greater Action Taken]
Simultaneous Strike/No Agility Roll Needed
Rolled: 22 vs Ser Trevor Trant Combat Defense: 11
3 Degrees of Success
Damage: [7 Base] + 2 [Charge] +1 [Strength] x 3 = 30 Damage – 10 [Plate armour] = 20 Damage
Injuries taken 3/4
20 Damage – 9 Damage = 11 Damage
12 Health – 11 Damage = 1 Health
*Animal Handling Test*
Rolled: 24 vs DC: 15
Test Passed
Final Result: Ser Trevor Trant keeps his seat

-Ser Trevor Trant –
*Charge* [Greater Action Taken]
Simultaneous Strike/No Agility Roll Needed
Rolled: 21 vs Ser Mervyn Reynold Combat Defense: 12
2 Degrees of Success
Damage: [8 Base] +2 [Charge] x 2 = 20 Damage – 11 [Superior plate armour] = 9 Damage
12 Health – 9 Damage = 3 Health
*Animal Handling Test*
Rolled: 15 vs DC: 12
Test Passed
Final Result: Ser Mervyn keeps his seat

You aimed for the man who was leading the purple teams formation, the man who had eight hanging men on a field of blue emblazoned on his shield. He rode well and he takes notice of you and adjust his line slightly so as to meet together as if you were in a proper joust. Your own lance tip collides fiercely into the mans shield and his shield arm is wrenched backwards at an awkward angle. It may have even been popped out of his shoulder but in the heat of the moment you could not tell. His own blow catches you in the chest and the lance shattered on your shield. The force from the blow rattles you to your core and as you pass by through into the relative open field you were left with a decision as you hefted out your cavalry hammer.

Ser Pastorn had taken the man in the splinted maille and defeated him quite handily. You thought the blow had been a deliberately dangerous one catching the man in the upper chest perilously close to the neck and he had deftly avoided the mans own lance in return. He had been quick to circle back in order to finish the man off.

You’d also seen Lord Yohn Royce place a lance deftly into the shield of Ser Elliot Mullendore and you saw the man fall from his saddle from the blow. His foot had caught in the stirrup and you could hear the man cursing as he struggled to either free himself or gain control of his horse. Unfortunately his horses hoof catches the man in the head during his struggles and his curses go quiet. Whether he was dead or simply unconscious you couldn’t tell but he was most assuredly out of the fight.

You could wheel about and continue the fight with the purple team and hopefully eliminate the five of them, or you could lead your men onwards into the four yellow teams that you saw watching the melee with their guards up…

>Turn around for another pass with the purple team
>Continue on your current direction into the yellow team

--- Green Team at the end of Round 1 ---
>Ser Mervyn Reynold: Ahorse
>Ser Pastorn Malroy: Ahorse, chasing the purples
>Ser Creighton Redfort: Ahorse, riding with Ser Mervyn
>Ser Lestor Langward: Afoot, unhorsed but facing the purples
>Ser Marwyn Belmore: Ahorse, riding with Ser Mervyn
>Ser Miles of the River Road: Defeated
>Ser Elliot Mullendore: Defeated

>>3952364
>>Turn around for another pass with the purple team
Help our team but try to keep an eye on the yellow team

>>3952363
>Trant
Merv might need some more blood on his hands

>>3952364
>Ser Creighton Redfort: Ahorse, riding with Ser Mervyn
>Ser Marwyn Belmore: Ahorse, riding with Ser Mervyn
>Turn around for another pass with the purple team
Lets put this Trant down

>>3952372
Are you thinking of Meryn?

>>3952368
>Turn around for another pass with the purple team

>>3952379
Well I know it's not Meryn but obviously related

>>3952368
>>Turn around for another pass with the purple team

And lets hope Royce doesn't focus us. Would be perfect time for the green team's outsiders to make a comeback.

>>3952383
Just asking if you want his blood by association.

Turning around it is. Can I get 10d6 fighting please

I'm also I'm assuming we are going after Ser Trevor Trant?

Rolled 3, 6, 1, 6, 5, 4, 2, 1, 5, 3 = 36 (10d6)

>>3952400

>>3952402
I would say finish what we started but not actually try to kill him

Rolled 5, 1, 1, 5, 3, 5, 2, 3, 1, 2 = 28 (10d6)

>>3952400

>>3952403
hory sheet

>>3952405
But make his helmet sing lol

>>3952411
I might have accidently killed him

Rolled 5, 2, 6, 5, 1, 5, 4, 6, 3, 4 = 41 (10d6)

>>3952400

Alright and once again 5d6 for animal handling

Can someone remind me how much gold is in one wealth?

Rolled 5, 3, 4, 5, 6 = 23 (5d6)

>>3952470

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

>>3952470

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

>>3952473
200 dragons

--- Melee Combat Round 2 ---

- Ser Mervyn Reynold -
*Charge* [Greater Action Taken]
Simultaneous Strike/No Agility Roll Needed
Rolled: 27 vs Ser Trevor Trant Combat Defense: 11
4 Degrees of Success
Damage: [5 Base] + 2 [Charge] x 4 = 28 Damage – 10 [Plate armour] = 18 Damage
Injuries taken ¾
Wounds taken ¼
20 Damage – 20 Damage = 0 Damage
1 Health – 0 Damage = 1 Health
*Animal Handling Test*
Rolled: 17 vs DC: 18
Test Failed
Final Result: Ser Trevor Trant unhorsed and yielding

-Ser Trevor Trant –
*Charge* [Greater Action Taken]
Simultaneous Strike/No Agility Roll Needed
Rolled: 21 vs Ser Mervyn Reynold Combat Defense: 12
2 Degrees of Success
Damage: [5 Base] +2 [Charge] x 2 = 14 Damage – 11 [Superior plate armour] = 3 Damage
Injuries taken ¼
3 Health – -1 Damage = 3 Health
*Animal Handling Test*
Rolled: 20 vs DC: 12
Test Passed
Final Result: Ser Mervyn keeps his seat

You turned yourself around in a broad circle and were soon joined by Ser Marwyn and Ser Creighton riding on each of your flanks. You can see that Pastorn was bearing down on the man he’d unhorsed. Surprisingly the man had regained his feet and was hitting his shield with a rather crude looking mace and afoot you could see the man was of a very stocky build, and very likely fat underneath his armour. Your eyes next looked up to see both the knight with the hanging men on his shield as well as Lord Royce turning about to finish the bout. Ser Marwyn is quick to alter his path to take on Lord Yohn and you point to Ser Creighton with your hammer to join him and he nods and rips his sword free from it’s sheathe to join the other two Valemen in combat. No doubt there were some rivalries here that reputations were resting on if the speed of their steeds and eagerness to close with one another was any sign.

You yourself make for the opponent you had likely wounded and could see that his shield was sitting far lower than it had originally and you sought to capitalize on his weakness. You drove your horses towards one another and you swing your hammer with purpose across his body seeking to knock him from the saddle while he aims the point of his sword for the shoulder joint of your armour. The clang that came from the mans armour sounded like a bell ringing while somehow the mans own blow had instead got caught up in your arm. You thought you could feel a small amount of blood beginning to well inside your gauntlet but as you turned to face each other once more you saw your opponent return his sword to it’s sheathe and turn up the palm of his right hand in surrender as he makes for the nearest gate to exit the melee.

Ser Pastorn had left his horse and was currently battering the much wider man with his sword and shield in a clinical display while you saw Ser Marwyn fighting Lord Royce while Ser Creighton was rolling on the ground clasping his wrist which was obviously broken by the yelling of curses across the field…

--- Who to help first? ---
>Ser Marwyn against Lord Royce
>Ser Pastorn against the man with the red horse on his shield

--- Green Team at the end of Round 2 ---
>Ser Mervyn Reynold: Ahorse
>Ser Pastorn Malroy: Afoot, fighting
>Ser Creighton Redfort: Defeated
>Ser Lestor Langward: Afoot, fighting
>Ser Marwyn Belmore: Ahorse, fighting
>Ser Miles of the River Road: Defeated
>Ser Elliot Mullendore: Defeated