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Day 19, Month XI - 285AC ~ Midday
Off the tip of Massey’s Hook - The Bloody Seahorse

“Victor?” you call back over your shoulder, your myrish lens to your eye, carefully steadied against the railing on the prow of the Longwaters’ war galley.

The Riverlands Knight, that had long been amongst your closer friends both across the Narrow Sea and back home in Westeros, easily swings and steps around the deckhands of the Bloody Seahorse, gaining a handful of giggles from Obella’s ladies as he swaggers past and sits upon the railing next to you, looking out towards the tip of Massey’s Hook alongside you with squinted eyes, asking, “Aye milord?”

“Do we know those colors?” you ask, something at the back of your mind had niggled when you saw a pair of ships patrolling the nearby waters flying colors that looked oddly familiar yet you could not place them. You cast a look towards Ser Victor Haigh, a look of legitimate concentration upon his face and hand him your lens to get a better look which he takes happily and with a laugh shared between the two of you.

He clicks his tongue, chewing on the inside of his cheek before lowering the lens and looking your way with a further look of concentration, “Swear we ‘ave Brynden. Disputed Lands, methinks? With the Second Sons? Fightin’ for… Lys, nah. Eh...”

“That is what I was thinking,” you respond, scratching at the stubble upon your chin near where the burn wound had nearly fully healed now.

Victor has trained his gaze upon the two ships as they draw closer, he snaps his fingers a few times as if to summon the name to tongue with the action. The both of you remain stumped as you watch the pair of ships pass southward towards the waters of the Stormlands, having settled on the name of Stormheralds or some variation thereof. Again the two of you share a laugh, having brought in Barq Zos, the second of the Summer Islers, amongst your Sons of Gold who had equally forgotten to whom those colors truly belonged but was certain they had been trampled beneath your horses’ hooves at one point or another. The three of you share a wineskin, some vile and foul thing Victor had managed to find in the Perfumed Sister, Lys of all the bloody places and content yourselves to idle chatter and stories of your time in the Disputed Lands upon the ship’s deck into the evening.

For a while you watch as you float by an island abuzz with activity that you recall with a shudder. Lady Sabrina Sunglass’ father had insisted upon visiting a cousin and you were dragged along with him. You spent half of it in a poorly hidden drunken haze, and to say your younger self acquainted himself with his betrothed and her family poorly was an understatement. Seven you could not even recall the name of the island now, though by the looks of things it was no longer under the banner of House Sunglass, odd that.

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“Awww Seven Hells Brynden, lookin’ like our revelry is at an end this evenin’, aye lass?” Victor draws with half a slur having noticed Lady Julianna Shafer approaching your merry little band, folding her hands and fidgeting slightly as she stands slightly off three former sellswords into their cups, waiting ever patiently to be acknowledged.

You decide it best to allow her to avoid Victor’s prodding too much and taking one last draw from the wineskin after snatching it from the Knight’s hands receiving a half-drunken squawk of protest that is easily cowed by a glance from the corner of your emerald eyes. You deposit back into his hands unceremoniously and roll your eyes as Barq Zos is just as quick to snatch it from him. With a sigh you take Lady Julianna by the hand and begin to guide her away and across the deck, “I take it my dear Lady-wife” sent you to summon me for dinner my Lady?”

She nods absently, taking a look over her shoulder and allowing her gaze to linger upon Victor for a moment than was wiser of a pretty young woman. Allowing the rest of your sigh you look forward and resolve yourself to another somewhat uncomfortable evening. Try as she might, Obella was poor at hiding her feelings regarding the presence of your second eldest child, Visenya Orlisis. Coupled with the morning sickness that her condition mixed with the steady bounce of the galley, to say she had been miserable was an understatement. Most of her last week or so had been spent with Illiad, a blessing for you they were as close as they were, the latter having informed you one night that the young Lady of Steadhold, despite the face she had put on, was still wounded by the women of your past and Ysaeria’s brazenness in Lys. Which, frankly, was a fair sentiment all things considered.

Illiad had suggested putting the cleverness and cunning of your wife again to purpose upon your return to Westeros, to distract her mind and perhaps aid in the healing of those wounds. He had told you of a number of matters important to your household, and many and more had upon your mind as the simple pleasure of visiting Lys had been washed away by the weight of what yet still remained upon your plate in Steadhold.

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You knew that following the defeat of these pirates and smugglers that plagued Ser Jon Longwaters and his ships, you would be spending an amount of time in King’s Landing. Blessedly in a Villa that was in far better shape than you had left it, and Rory Wence’s household guards fully raised independent of the Gold Cloaks. Matters of court and Faith were on your agenda there. Lady Alexes Chelsted had requested your presence as she brought her requests to court of title and land of the Northern Princewood, you supposed as a more militarily minded Lord. No doubt it would need to work its way up through the lesser courts before it was presented to the King for his rulings. No doubt Obella’s presence during these smaller sessions would be appreciated, and her greater inclinations towards thinking of smallfolk a welcomed voice alongside your neighbor and close ally. Besides that Obella was of a mind that your sister’s annulment and transference into your hands would occur during your stay. As that was primary of Obella and her lady’s doing while you had been at war, despite having decided to work with the Spider, she had expressed a desire to see the final details over herself. Not to mention Isis would no doubt appreciate the presence of your wife about and reprieve from Lady Lysa Arryn. On the other hand, you were uneasy of sending her and your unborn child ahead with only Victor, Barq Zos, and the sailors of Jon’s ship given the dangers of the waters presently.

Upon the same thought there was much worthy of her attentions on Long Isle to keep her occupied until your return, and of a safer nature as well. Her close friend and wife of your ally, Lady Sareya Vollion, was to take ship to Braavos soon and continue the levying of her family’s good name in the potential return of the dragon egg the Red Bastard had stolen to use as collateral in what must have been a significant loan to purchase the Bright Banners. Following the lesser than desired exchange of a second, as of yet existent, daughter’s hand for her aid, Obella had said that Sareya was certainly slighted and she held her offenses close and long. No doubt a worthy endeavour to repair that friendship and prune such things before it festered, lest one of your closest allies grow discontent. Not to mention, the Knight of Rambton, Ser Haldan Rambton, had lost a son during the Langward War of Aggression, one that was close with both of the Longwaters twins, and from tell of it, had sacrificed his life to save your son. He was to visit Long Isle while you were away, and Obella had the soft touch to express condolences. The Knight was no ally nor friend of your own, but it was worth it to keep yourself in both his and his liege, Lord Sunglass’, good graces. While these things paled in comparison to the importance of those in King’s Landing, it would ease your heart and mind to know she was upon solid land, rather than open water where supposed pirates yet lingered.

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Pushing idle thoughts from mind, you rap your knuckles upon the door to the Captain’s quarters that had been graciously given to you and Obella and hear the noticeable thump of Illiad’s crutch upon the wooden floor as he crosses the room, despite the protests of your wife, and opens the door. You flash your old friend a smile, allowing Lady Julianna to leave off your arm, and open the door the rest of the way yourself. He awkwardly shuffles to the side, “Evening Lord,” he says in his thick myrish accent, “Apologies for quality of meal. Seahorse cook, is of… A quality below standard.”

You laugh slightly, looking around him to a table where Obella sat, favoring the two of you with a smile coupled with the same facade she had been putting on since you had left Lys, made all the more obvious as she casts her eyes to the side not long after. From what you can gather, the ship’s cook was doing what he could with the reminder of your supplies picked from Estermont. Long Isle was nearly two or three days off now, so you supposed it did make a deal of sense, but still wrinkled your nose at the sight. Placing a hand upon your friend’s shoulder and with a slight nod you speak, “It is no matter Illiad. My thanks, see to yourself, hm? We will speak later.”

“Of course Lord,” he says, inclining his head and then offering a bow to Obella, “And Lady. Enjoy… Meal?” and with that leaves off closing the door gently behind him, leaving the two of you alone for the first time barring your bed at night in almost a week.

Shaking the buzz from the wine you cross the room and take your seat across from your wife, who for her part has remained silent since bidding Illiad goodbye, and take stock of the food before you. Almost felt like eating rations while on the war trail again, hard cheese and hardtack round out a meal of a shared roasted flounder caught this morning by one of the lads, and a pair of lemons. You sit, pouring a goblet of water for yourself and Obella before allowing a sigh and reaching out to take her hand upon the table, while her other cradles the bump upon your stomach. She sniffles slightly and you see the facade begin to fade as a tear rolls down her cheek.Standing still with her hand in your own you gently pick her up, drawing her body close to your own and sat upon the bed. You feel the wetness of her tears upon your doublet and the quiet sobbing of a woman who, remarkably, had held it all together up until now. Running your fingers through her hair the two of you sit like this for a handful of moments, eventually lying down, her body nestling against yours, fingers intertwined over her stomach where your second-born child grew.

Your dinner had most certainly gone cold by now but the two of you lie a moment longer until you hear her quietly say, “Brynden… I do not feel as if I am enough.”

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Propping yourself up on your shoulder, her face remains away from your own, half buried in the pillow muffling her voice. Your eyes linger upon her, mouth slightly ajar without purpose or word upon tongue but a half cocked, “W-what? Enough of what?”

She pushes her head further into the pillow, and for half a heartbeat you think her ready to cry upon before she sniffles and settles the shakiness in her voice, “Enough of a woman, of a mother, of a Lady of a House,” she says having to stifle the tears again, “I feel as though you will never love me as you did Victus’ mother, or that I will ever stand to the same height of power and influence as Visenya’s. Your House and family half in ruin and I am to be the mother of their rebirth? But what if I’m not good enough for them, for you? What if being a Prince’s petty sneaking whisperer was all I was meant to be? Just rabble, never the King...” she says half sobbing any attempts otherwise failing.

Wrinkling your nose at the clumsy cyvasse metaphor you plop back down onto the bed with a poor feeling set upon your stomach. Obella was a woman full of pride, arrogance, cunning, and steely determination in the face of strife and difficulty. However, over the last few months, the weight of your House’s fortunes, her disappointment with the handling of the Langlys, dealing the annulment of your sister alongside the Spider, and now the introduction of Visenya and her mother back into your life had done a touch more than prickle her pride, it had wounded it. And it was a deep weeping wound if it reduced the woman you loved to sobbing tears and such thoughts as these. Your fingers squeeze hers tighter over her stomach, your chin resting upon the crook of her neck and you say...

Specific words of encouragement/appealing to Obella’s pride?
>Write-in..?

Where would you like Obella to apply her talents and personality?
>Upon Long Isle
>In King’s Landing
>Elsewhere..? (Specify)

Questions I'm sure I'll get:
>Disappearing Act
Yes yes I know, came back from the gas station again. I got the milk this time.
>What happened?
My career. When I last had to cancel things had gotten so busy at work that I didn’t have any personal time. I probably should have made a tweet about it. That’s fair. When the beginning of Covid happened I was still working and surprisingly hard too. But now I’m not laid off, but the office has downsized for a bit and I decided to take some time off in the back quarter of the year with the intention of coming back when work begins to ramp up again in February. The hope is to be down with the Redward arc by then.
>So you’re just going to rush an ending?
No. I have a whole document of story beats to hit. And am fully anticipating the game to get wild again with the wills of the anon at the helm. Mechanics and crunch will still be the same, I fully intend to run House Malroy and Brynden’s story to as satisfying an ending as is possible. Well for now. If I forget something, and believe me I will, feel free to yell at me.
>Does that mean quest over after the Redward arc?
Yes and no. My intention is to do a time jump epilogue for this arc that’s in 298AC. So everyone can see the fruits of their labors right before the books. However, if time and god willing, we get to the end I can run smaller story arcs set during important time periods. (Ex. Celtigar-Crackclaw Point War, Greyjoy Rebellion, Brynden’s Long Summer of Crownlands Dick Slapping, etc.)
>What happened to the Homebrew Document?
It got replaced. Within the google drive .pdf folder there is a new document called “Master Homebrew Holdings 2.0”. This is a massively cleaned up and updated document that has a number of homebrew rules I’ve been using forever now, holdings (obviously), and house actions. As you can see there is still a good handful of things that need to be written still, but for the most part I’d call it about 80% done. Also, to note, I also transcribed Boggs’ new Ship Power Units rules, though adjusted it slightly to test it within my confines. Consider the entirety of that section as a WIP and when playing House Shryke defer to Boggs’ document and rules. It is highly subject to change. Also fully irrelevant to the scope of this quest specifically. Big shout out to Boggs as well, we had a number of lengthy discussions regarding balancing and other ideas and it was quite helpful.

Welcome back! Missed you Father

>>4471484
>Specific words of encouragement/appealing to Obella’s pride?

Something like "Of course you are enough, have your shoulder not always been there to support me, have you not always been here to advice and aid me in my difficult times. You are the woman i married and the mother of my trueborn children, please do not compare yourself to ghosts and past burnt out flames"

>Where would you like Obella to apply her talents and personality?

>In King’s Landing

Also hi dad!

He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again, he'd probably knock him out

>>4471484
>In King’s Landing

We spent a small fortune on pets for her sake. Of course we love her and think she is good enough

>>4471484
>>In King’s Landing

"Victus' mother was my first love, and like a a candle flame caught in the wind it was snuffed out. It left me in the dark for a long time. I wandered alone until I found...her. She was nothing but wildfire. I was drawn to the light she gave me but she would have burned me down to ashes. You,my love, are the fire in our hearth that keeps the winter winds at bay so that I may sit beside you and hold our beloved Lorelei. You are the fire in the forge with which we will rebuild my families legacy together. I chose you Obella. And I will keep choosing you until my dying day.

>Kings Landing

>>4471484
>Words of encouragement
I think it would be good to point out that taking in Visenya was more of us trying to right a past mistake than any sort of knock against Obella. That's on us, not her. Also, she's a spy. Remind her to focus on the results and facts, not the "what-ifs." She has already taken great steps to thwarting the House's enemies in ways that Brynden would never have considered without her. Annulment, leveraging Sareya to deal with the banks, (jestingly) making Visenya's mother jealous, even by putting on her best face as Lady of the House when we were in the Reach and the smallfolk needed someone to look to for solace. She's been every bit the Lady whether she sees it or not. Ask her why she thinks that will suddenly change.

>Obella
Honestly, a tough one for me. I'm going to have to go with:
>Write-in: Steadhold.

For the reasons listed above. She is the Lady of the House. Her people need her. If we are personally caught up in the courts, then she is our best bet in putting our lands to rights and representing us in any dealings there. Seems like she'll be stopping by King's Landing for a couple of things either way, but home after that sounds ideal.

oh. Remember to refer to her as "Lady Malroy"

>coming back immediately into heavy character stuff
Missed you dad.

Also, laughed at the Stormbringers reference.

>>4471508
This
>>4471516
And this

Alright I'm going to start writing the next update. Vote is still open and will take more cues from the write-ins as they come in. Liking the directions of the write-ins thus far though.

Please roll 6D6 (5D+1B) for Persuasion(Convince)
DC is low because of good write-ins.

Rolled 6, 5, 1, 2, 6, 4 = 24 (6d6)

>>4471534

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

>>4471534
Give 'er the old silver tongue Silvershaft

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

>>4471534

>>4471535
23
>>4471536
20
>>4471539
27

God damn that last roll. Brynden's back in business.

>>4471542
Also please fix my grammar and spelling mistakes. The main one being "family's" instead of families

You've given me the greatest gift I could have asked for. You'll reunite me with the little family I have left. Without you I would never been able to get an annulment to save my sister.

Well shit this is a helluva birthday present, welcome back Father.

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Lord Brynden Malroy Persuasion (Convince)
DC: 12, 15
Rolls: 23, 20, 27
>Success, Four Degrees
>Success, Three Degrees

“Victus' mother was my first love, and like the flame of a candle, caught in the wind it was snuffed out. It left me in the dark for some time thereafter, Seven I almost sold Goldsong for want of more drink to dumb the pain. I wandered alone until I found, well-” you begin being somewhat cut off by Obella’s sniffle at even the vague mention of Ysaeria, you clear your throat and decide to change tact, quickly finishing the thought, “She was nothing but wildfire, quick and painful with little way to escape it. I was drawn to the light she gave me but she would have burned me down to naught but ash.”

Obella’s breathing his settled from the heavy sobbing heaves, soothed by the quiet and smoothness of your voice as you whispered into her ears.

“Let it never be said that any of my past mistakes are upon you Obella. Visenya is my fault to right, it is of no reflection of you as a mother, my wife, nor as the Lady you are. The Lady of Steadhold I will remind. I will suffer any ill thought of the girl upon my shoulders not yours, I know it is my heart that betrays better judgment when it comes to my children.”

She laughs slightly, a somewhat bitter thing, and says quietly, “I do suppose I care little for the thoughts of these northern ladies…”

“You are certainly the southron Lady I married,” you respond quickly, nuzzling your face further into her neck to kiss it gently, “I can only continue to thank you for being so kindly and forgiving of my past flames. Victus, Visenya, and Dorian all.”

She coughs trying to stifle the giggles brought to life by your lips upon her neck before settling back into your body.

“I will also remind that you are no ‘petty sneak’ Obella. You are a Spy Mistress, master of her own webs and spies. One that found things even the Spider did not know, no less. To be frank, you are leading the charge on things I would not even have thought to accomplish, not without sword in hand at least. My sister’s annulment, leveraging Lady Vollion’s family and influence against the Iron Bank, and Seven Hells even prickling Ysaeria’s jealous,” you say with a bark of a laughter in jest that you can feel her eyes rolling in response to, keeping her own laughter mum, “That is all without saying how dearly the people of Steadhold love you. Mason told me repeatedly of how they found solace in your presence while I was away in Highgarden and their fears, hunger, and trials had reached a peak. Banish these thoughts Obella, you are every bit the woman I married and fell in love with and more of the Lady to my House than I ever could have ever hoped for, whether you see it or not. Why would that so suddenly have changed?”

Your wife remains quiet for a moment, her thumb softly rubbing against your own over her stomach before she speaks in an almost meek voice, one that felt shamed, “It… It has not Brynden.”

“No it hasn’t Obella, nor will it,” you respond kissing her shoulder, “And you would be better to not soon forget that.”

She sniffles again attempting to steady her voice into her usual clever and intelligent tongue, “I will not… The past few months, year even, have been difficult. Frightening even. I wish to have you again by my side at Steadhold.”

You nod somewhat, perhaps not a promise but she was not the only one to need you upon your seat. As quiet resumes she finally turns around, rolling over gingerly and looking at you in the eyes, hers were puffed and red but she tried to smile all the same. You sigh slightly, and press your forehead and nose against her own, wrapping her hands up in your own, speaking quietly and returning to your original words, “You ,my love, are the fire in not only my hearth but Steadhold’s that keeps the winter winds at bay so that I may sit beside you and hold our daughter and whomever is next within your belly. You are the fire in the forge with which we will rebuild our family’s legacy together. I chose you Obella, no one else, and my heart belongs to only you. And I will keep choosing you until my dying day. You are the woman I married and the mother of my trueborn children, please do not compare yourself to ghosts and past burnt out flames. And I will tell you this every day, lest you forget it again and allow such silly thoughts to pervade your mind.”

Her eyes had kept with your own throughout your words, those sad pools of deep blue and purple she shared with Lorelei and that reflected the wildfire of your own, blinking only to keep tears at bay. She leans it slightly, and the two of you share a tender kiss, only not of lust and wanting, but one of love, as true as it could be. She lingers a while longer, and the two of you merely sit, intertwined in each other's bodies before her hunger betrays her with a rumble in your stomach causing you to break and laugh somewhat and helping her up with a lended hand. Evening had set in with a casted eye out the window of the captain’s quarters and the food had long since gone cold.

“You know I do enjoy you singing my praises,” Obella says allowing her mischievous little smile to dance upon her lips again as you help her to her seat.

“Then I am but your humble servant and herald Lady Malroy,” you say, favoring her with a flash of a smile, silver teeth gleaming in the low light of lanterns.

Her face somewhat pauses and screws up at the words and you cock your head to the side in response.

“I so rarely call myself that,” she says, “To the point I think those that do mean slight and insult.”

“Nothing of insult upon my tongue, you know this,” you say simply, cutting into the flounder and giving her a portion before your own.

“No, no, I know that Brynden, but…” she trails off slightly, “I am the Lady Malroy, Obella Malroy. My father’s name means much to me. But, no, this is who I need be now, who I will be until our dying days.”

“As you say Lady Malroy,” you respond, a small smile dancing upon your own lips.

The two of you tuck into dinner in ravenous silence, Obella had quickly downed several goblets of water and you had to call for one of the hands to refill your basin. For a while longer of singing praises and showering your dear wife in overly flowery compliments that eventually ends with her trying to hold down a laugh and fixing you with a flat look. You broach the subject of her task to put her mind and cunning at work again, as Illiad had suggested. Despite your personal misgivings of her taking ship considering her condition and upon such dangerous waters, she reacts well to the idea of returning ahead of you to King’s Landing. She agrees that her voice added to lady Chelsted’s would be welcomed by the icy Lady and that she would be more than happy to see after Isis, even going so far as to call her her own sister. Meanwhile, she rolls her eyes at the mention of Lord Varys, explaining he had been unusually quiet in the dealings of your sister’s annulment much to her annoyance and she would very much like to go and deal with him in person. Thereafter Obella continues to nibble on the meal before you speaking of this and that, including the condition of your second-born and how she grew. To which you responded he was going to be strong as his father and she flashes you a feigned look of annoyance.

Leading you to bed with a look of desire upon her eyes and a tantalizing smile upon lip, she is quick to resume her place as the only Lady of your thoughts and heart, undoing the laces of your breeches and taking you in her mouth before mounting your manhood and riding with not a quickness of lust, but one of wishing to be made love to. Happy to oblige and flipping her on her back and free of her dress the two of you fall into a steady rhythm fraught with longing kisses and intertwined fingers until her sweet voice fills your ears and you spill your seed into her belly your own groan in response filling her ears.

Obella’s fingers trace the lines of scars and muscle upon your chest as the two of you linger in the light of the afterglow. Her body shuddering with cold as it wraps around your own and bringing a sheet about herself. Though no more better for it as her eyes spoke to tears, her voice had steadied and steeled into that resolve you knew so well when it spoke again, “Brynden what do you intend to do with her..?”

“How do you mean?” you ask not allowing your voice to betray the less than want to speak of Visenya in moments of pillow talk.

“Well she is still the Lady of a noble House of Lys,” she starts, furrowing her brow as she tries to find the words she wants, “Victus had been giving place as your uncle’s squire. A high place in your household and one of warranted respect. If she is to be amongst your household, no doubt she would receive such treatment as well?”

You let out a small noise of annoyance at the thought, “I do suppose. I did say she would learn of her family’s history and ways, that of a Westerosi Lady.” You recall the anger upon your lips and the tears of Ysaeria Orlisis when you wrenched your daughter from her fingers and the machinations of her kin.

Obella remains quiet, seeming to war with her thoughts, before saying simply, “Well… Where Brynden, beneath who?”

Ah, that was the question. No doubt Obella could not make it any less clear she would not desire to have the Lady amongst her retinue and court. It would be the highest place amongst your court you could place her, the most respected, perhaps enough so to deter the whisperers of the courtiers but Obella may very well resent you for it. Though, all things considered, you did have a particular lacking of Ladies of station amongst your Household. Lady Racheal Conklyn, Ser Lucas Longwaters’ wife, was perhaps the lowest of the respected ladies of Steadhold’s court. Though it may seem she would be buried there and not receiving the proper attentions the heiress of the Orlisis fortunes and House should rightly receive. Chewing on the thought awhile longer you do remember another Lady that could certainly use such a handmaiden and knew your House’s histories and legacy better than you, maybe even Dontos. And she would be returning home, very soon, with you. Isis no doubt would take a respectable position in your court upon her return, though below Obella. Not to mention it likely her being by your sister’s side would quell Obella’s ire towards the girl, at least enough to make things less awkward in more public forums.

Where to place Visenya Orilisis in your court?
>Lady Obella Malroy
>Lady Isis Malroy
>Lady Racheal Conklyn
>Nowhere you’ll see to her yourself
>Somewhere else? (Specify)

I was very happy with how that update came together. Good write ins everyone, just what Obella needed to hear. The transition from Qorgyle to Malroy is something I've been meaning to do eventually but this felt like the perfect moment.

>>4471643
>Lady Isis Malroy

A great update Father. Really enjoyed it. Goddamn i needed this after everything with Mervyn and Alyssa

>>4471643
>>Lady Isis Malroy
It's amazing to have you back Father. Just when i finished rereading the quest for the fourth time.

>>4471643
>Nowhere you’ll see to her yourself

>>4471643
This isn't a vote but more of a question. Would Elionwy be available or appropriate? Or is she of too little status?

>>4471643
>>Lady Isis Malroy
Brynden best husband. Would marry/10

>>4471670
Too little of status, mute and foreigner.

>>4471670
Suppose she would be a viable option, yes. Don't know how I didn't think of her.

>>4471673
The foreigner part was why I thought she might be appropriate, and she is after all Lady Blackflower now.

>>4471674
Is she lower or higher on the social ladder then Lady Rachel?

>>4471668
I am personally worried that it would be considered a case of favouritism. I dont think Obella would appreciate it and it might cause whispers and rumors to flourish

>>4471675
She'd be on a level with Racheal I'd say. They'd have their own benefits and drawbacks.

>>4471677
Well she is your daughter. And her mother is from a rich & powerful house. Why not give her high honor.

>>4471643
>>Lady Isis Malroy

>>4471679
Alright. I thought she might be higher than her. In that case...

>Lady Isis Malroy

Does Visenya speak High Valyrian? IIRC Isis spoke the most High Valyrian of the 4 Malroy children

Also just finished reading the House Documents...we've only got 6 months to take the Tear. Time to make a move on it pronto

>>4471643
>Lady Isis Malroy

If only because her absolute scolding of cousin Archie before Brynden's wedding shows she might have the meddle to deal with a little Essosi sass.

>>4471711
that was a joy

>>4471643
>>Lady Isis Malroy

>>4471643
>>Lady Isis Malroy

“My sister,” you say after a moment longer, causing Obella’s idle movements to pause and her to ‘tch’ slightly under her breath as you continue, “After my lovely wife is done seeing to her annulment, she will be returning home with me. And could use the hand with the… Twins. Besides, her High Valyrian is better than mine by a number of leagues and she would be better to speak to the histories of my House and the nature of her father without bias upon her mind nor lips.”

“Truthfully...” Obella begins, though seems to decide better of it before settling on her words, “I agree Brynden. She would find good place alongside your sister. Though you would do well to practice your High Valyrian..”

You roll your eyes at the giggles of your dear lady-wife only being able to parse enough to know her teasings had begun anew. At least your words had found purchase in her mind, now the all important follow through and assuring her confidence remained strong. You almost laugh to yourself, Gods the Brynden of years past would hardly care for such things. Odd to find himself in this position, so fondly and deeply in love again. Hardly thought to ever return. Idle hands run through Obella’s ringlets and she cuddles into you until her breath levels and you feel sleep having taken her after a hard day, Seven, hard week or so. Carefully removing yourself from her you stand, taking care to pull the covers over her and extinguish the whale oil lanterns. Closing the door behind you as you leave you find yourself upon the deck of the Blood Seahorse and night having taken hold as you pass off Massey’s Hook and into the Gullet.

“Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme,
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine,
Come lift up your voices, all grief to refrain,
For we may or might never all meet here again…”

The deck was sleepy and there was little in the way of activity or deckhands about, beneath you could hear the singing of the night shift of Ser Jon’s oarsmen, winds having failed you a few days past and their desire to home and hearth obvious upon their rowing. Taking a lantern you pass by a now very drunk Ser Victor and Barq Zos who you share a half laugh with in your partially dressed state and Lady Julianna’s clear embarrassment and rosy cheeks as she tries to keep a pace with Victor who had somehow wrangled her into his drink. You watch eastwards for a moment, holding onto the riggings that past overheard as the ship swelled and broke against the few waves in the dark of night. Out towards Essos, towards a former life, with a nostalgic thought, your former sellsword companions joining you as the song of the oarsmen carries.

So here's a health to the company and one to my lass,
Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass,
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain,
For we may or might never all meet here again…”

You leave them off after a moment longer. Victor goading Julianna into another drink with him as Barq Zos leaves off to take sleep not long before yourself. Your boots click on the wood of the deck in a satisfying manner as your stride across it unimpeded, barring the occasional nod or bow from the deckhands still about. You hear a pair of familiar voices speaking in myrish upon the prow of the ship and you stand watching with a curiosity as Illiad and Visenya speak to one another in hushed tones, a half eaten meal sitting next to them. You catch less and few words between the two, their obvious comfort with the tongue far beyond your own cursory knowledge of it from those days long ago. You watch for a while longer, the two sharing a laugh as Illiad tries to catch onto the song of the oarsmen in his poor Westerosi, a smile passing your lips before climbing the small flight of stairs and gaining their attentions.

Here's a health to the wee lass that I love so well,
For style and for beauty there's none can excel,
There's a smile on her countenance as she sits upon my knee,
There is no man in this wide world as happy as me…

Visenya stands and favors you with a sweet smile and a curtsy which must have been well practiced by now and Illiad gives you a nod as you place a hand on his shoulder and sit with them. Picking at the leftover food and popping a slice of cheese into your mouth after warring over it with Illiad causing Visenya to giggle before catching herself and trying to flatten her face into the same poise that you knew Ysaeria for. How remarkably similar they looked.

“What had you two so fit to giggles earlier?” you ask the two, a look shared before them telling you it would certainly would not be given up so easily.

“I would encourage Lord to see to practice of his east tongues, with respects,” Illiad says after a moment and you fix him with a flat look that you can hear more girlish giggles to behind you.

“Fine fine, keep your secrets then,” you respond with a dismissive wave, “Just do recall whom my wife is, Master Illiad.”

“I think not the sea shrikes to betray our secrets,” Illiad says with another laugh that you join in with him. The three of you sit for a moment longer, your old myrish friend trying his damnedest to remind you of the Valyrian cousantants in conversion. Seven your High Valyrian had gotten bad. Before long Visenya is to yawns and Illiad begins to fretting after her, “Best young Lady see to sleep, so says Illiad.”

“And her father,” you add, matching the sleepy look of wildfire defiance in her eyes with your own.

“Yes Lord Malroy,” she says as you offer a hand to help her stand, and she presses her dress down. Certainly one of Lyseni inclinations, no doubt you would need to see her dressed more Westerosi when you return to King’s Landing. Though such things would be unfair, you did favor many of the Essosi stylings in your garb yourself. Oh well.

The young heiress is seen of by yourself and Illiad before the two of you find another comfortable place to sit and share a drink and the comfortable silence of two old friends. Though you notice Illiad’s idle fiddling and knew he had thought upon mind, his tells being so awful.

“You know I value your council in all things Illiad,” you say, adding, “Speak.”

The myrman clears his throat and gives a long look westward before speaking, “Lord, I worry for the young Lady.”

“A fair sentiment,” you respond, taking a swig of wine, “Of what specifically?”

“To many things Lord,” he says, “Lady Orlisis, offered much yes? But Lord took less than offered.”

“What she offered hinged upon the embarrassment of my wife,” you grind with frown, “I would sooner see Visenya away from any of the Lyseni’s machinations with less in hand than bend to her again.”

“Of a point Lord, as you say,” Illiad responds, trying to put together the words he wished to say in the common tongue, “With such of a mind Lord, the young Lady will require your… touch? No no… Ah… Attentions, Illiad supposes.”

“Such as?”

“A shared feeling of fear, Lord. the young Lady will need protections, Ysaeria’s Unsullied were-”

“Slaves, and unacceptable.”

“Just so Lord. Protections for the young Lady, Knight of quality? Men of Essos to remind of home?”

You hum in response, it was certainly a fair thought. Though you lacked many Knights not directly operating inside of your House’s standing military. Ser Tomlin Silvertree had not found place yet, though he was a low-born archer with the title of Knighthood. Ser Jaromir Chelsted also came to mind, the first-born son of the late Ser Raymun Chelsted, a close ally. Dontos had suggested offering him place in Steadhold to honor that sacrifice. He was young though and had yet to temper himself with maturity. Frowning slightly you think to the sellswords and Essosi you knew, but could not recall anyone specifically. Perhaps you would need to put out a call if that was your care. But all the same Jonos’ garrison were quite capable, little reason to believe she would be unsafe in Steadhold’s walls, even if you did know the Orlisis family was not above using sneaks and poisoners.

“Also, Lord,” Illiad continues, “The young Lady has expressed concern regarding her learnings. The Lady Ysaeria had many scholars and learned men teaching the young Lady. Of which we have…”

“Yourself, Ashby, and Benjin,” you finish with a sigh.

“Just so, Lord.”

Suppose it was fair the headache would be returning with you. The terms of Ysaeria’s agreement were not of your liking. But all the same you did need to now see after the teachings of your eldest daughter. Benjin and Ashby would satisfy the learnings of Westerosi culture no doubt, but Illiad could only dedicate so much time to teaching besides his duties as Master-of-Commerce and seeing to his brother’s work. Elionwy may do as well, she certainly had a head for numbers and figures, matters of coin would be in Visenya’s future, but the lack of spoken word may be difficult, an she was your stewardess to boot. Perhaps it would be worth a thought of bringing an essosi scholar or learned personage upon as retainer. Obella may be loathe to hear the thought, and no doubt Gawen would be wroth to be passed over once more for his request for tact, stablehands, and other necessities. Not to mention, matters of coin, the ever present joy of Lordship. You think the blow could be lessened by explaining the scholar would be kept on retainer to teach your trueborn children as well, but that would need be a given.

“Lord? Thoughts?”

Seeing to Visenya’s protections:
>Knight (Ser Tomlin Silvertree, Ser Jaromir Chelsted, Put out a call)
>Allow the Garrison to do their job
>Put out a call for an Essosi
>Something else? (Specify)

Seeing to Visenya’s tutoring:
>Allow her to simply learn as Westerosi do (Archmaester Benjin/Acolyte Ashby)
>Have your Essosi retainers teach her, though they have little time (Elionwy of Myr/Illiad)
>Decide to bring an Essosi Scholar on retainer, could be useful in the future
>Someone else? (Specify)

>>4471784
>Something else? (Specify)
Visenya could live up to her namesake get her a protector and a teacher someone who can show her how to defend herself. If it’s possible you can kill two birds with one stone. Someone who can teach her and protect her.

>>Decide to bring an Essosi Scholar on retainer, could be useful in the future

>>4471784
Allow her to simply learn as Westerosi do (Archmaester Benjin/Acolyte Ashby)
>Have your Essosi retainers teach her, though they have little time (Elionwy of Myr/Illiad)

Could split their duties.

>Knight Ser Jaromir Chelsted,

>>4471790
She is not a warrior built. But a maiden.

>>4471784
>>Allow the Garrison to do their job
>>Decide to bring an Essosi Scholar on retainer, could be useful in the future

>>4471784
>Allow her to simply learn as Westerosi do (Archmaester Benjin/Acolyte Ashby)

Ser Jaromir Chelsted

I wont trust anyone from Esoss

>>4471794
She's still young. She may take a liking to it

>>4471784
>Knight (Ser Tomlin Silvertree, Ser Jaromir Chelsted, Put out a call)
Isis could help decide on that one, if she has a preference.

>Allow her to simply learn as Westerosi do (Archmaester Benjin/Acolyte Ashby)
We are stretched too thin on future projects.

>>4471784
>Seeing to Visenya’s protections
Why not two protectors? Ser Jaromir Chelsted and a Essosi to help her ease her into Westerosi culture.

>Decide to bring an Essosi Scholar on retainer, could be useful in the future

>>4471784
>Knight (Ser Tomlin Silvertree, Ser Jaromir Chelsted, Put out a call)
>Allow her to simply learn as Westerosi do (Archmaester Benjin/Acolyte Ashby)
Would love to get her a Esossi scholar but we need all the gold the get our herd up and running for the Tyrell deal.

Alright going to call the vote in about 15 minutes.

>>4471784

>Ser Jaromir Chelsted

>Allow her to simply learn as Westerosi do (Archmaester Benjin/Acolyte Ashby)


Also, why don't we find a place for Ser Tomlin Silvertree?

Last vote just made the cut. Finishing up the update. Ser Jaromir and Maester learning it is.

“Illiad remind me to send a letter to Blacksaithe, Ser Jaromir is of a good sort. And his father offered his life for our causes. I would see him given place, perhaps the duties of the swornsword will help to temper any immaturity about him. My sister may also have a say in this sometime later but for now, as good of a man as I could think for the task.”

“Just so Lord,” Illiad responds with a nod, “And of learnings?”

“She will be taught as Victus and my trueborn child had and will by the Maesters. No doubt their learning is of an equal measure to those Ysaeria decided to surround our daughter with. If you’ve the time, be sure to keep her knowledge of language fresh though.”

“Illiad will see to it Lord,” he says after a moment, you can tell by the tone of his voice he would have preferred an Essosi scholar himself, but you simply have not the coin to take on another retainer without first seeing to the more pressing manners of your House and trade.

With that settled for now you allow your mind at ease and to happier thoughts. Of how soon your home would be filled with family, returned to you once more and newly born. Illiad speaks to a joy of having made contact with an old paymaster friend in Lys, being of a mind to purchase your myrish crossbows. Perhaps it was not strictly abiding by the laws of the Essosi, but you cared little now as the crossbows were of Westerosi origin now, just made by a master weaponsmith. Funny those loopholes. Sharing your drink into the night the two of you settle back in to that comfortable silence, listening as the song of the oarsmen continued on and moon glow ripplied across the Narrow Sea.

”Our ship lies at anchor, she is ready to dock,
I wish her safe landing without any shock,
And if ever I should meet you by land or by sea,
I will always remember your kindness to me…”

---

Day 22, Month XI - 285AC ~ Early Morning
Long Isle’s Port - The Bloody Seahorse

Fair winds had favored the Bloody Seahorse over the past few days as you passed into the Gullet and you found yourself coming into moor upon Long Isle in the wee hours of the morning. As you had come into the Longwaters’ waters a pair of dromunds flying the sanguine seahorse of the House had met you, looking fresh and unmarred by war, escorting you into port. You had not thought Jon as affluent a Knight to have a pair of new dromunds amongst his fleet having only ever seen his war galleys such as the one you were upon. And those you found in port, currently being loaded with supplies even at this hour and the port alive. Ser Jon was making ready for war, this you knew, and it brought a smile to your face seeing the other ships at moor alongside the familiar Red Farer, Jeyne II, Dragonseed’s Brood, and Longstrider of House Longwaters’ fleet. The two dromunds break off once you reach another pair of ships that see flying the colors of House Velaryon and Baratheon respectively. Suppose it did make sense the Master of Ships would make an appearance, though you did not wish to have any more dealings with the Baratheons than was necessary, even if allegedly the young Lord Stannis was not of the same temperament as the King.

With an eye cast through your myrish lens you can see Ser Jon upon his horse, followed by a handful of Knights, riding towards the dock. No doubt your return having reached his ears at early light. You smile despite yourself, knowing the horses they rode were the golden coursers of your House. Good to see they were serving him well.

Within a few hours the Bloody Seahorse was at dock and you were disembarking as Ser Jon Longwaters and his Knight captains were greeting you with fondness as the ship’s hands began to unload your luggage and their cargo. Ser Jon is quick to invite you into the same hamlet that had grown around the docks here, his men having gone ahead to assure place and meal at a local dockside tavern. And before long between your household and those of Ser Jon’s the tavern was alight with noise, jubilation, and laughter. The serving girls brought out platters of oysters, rye bread, and brown ale which you could see was ready to turn Obella’s stomach this morning and were able to wave down some bread and water and managed to wrangle some vegetable soup out of one of them with a few silvers in hand. With a practiced flick of your dirk you had popped up a few of the oysters, seasoning it with flaked salt and vinegar before happily slurping it down across from Ser Jon who was already three ahead of you.

“Tell me Lord Malroy, how were the seas, did my ship treat you well?” Ser Jon asks in between oysters and drink.

“Fair and fairer Ser Jon,” you respond with a swallow, “You have my utmost thanks for lending us ship to Lys. I would see such kindness repaid.”

“I am more than certain the friendship shared between our Houses is more than payment enough,” the elder Longwaters twin responds, “Though I do look forward to adding your strength to mine own soon and burning these pirates out root and stem.”

You chuckle slightly, “As am I Ser Jon, as am I.”

The morning continues such revelries into the late morning, nearing midday. Ser Jon tells you of the preparations made while you awayed in Essos. Your men, Captains Vargar and Rafe had been hard at work alongside his own to integrate themselves into their battle formations, and find their sea legs upon patrols about the waters about Long Isle. Should make any possibility of boarding or battle at sea an easier go of it for your men. Though Jon does relay to you the near incessant whining of Vargar which you respond to with a laugh, assuring him the men followed orders well and it was simply his nature and to not take offense. His whining, while annoying, was harmless. You raise the need for another ship to escort your Household to King’s Landing ahead of yourself and Ser Jon is happy to offer the galley Dragonseed’s Brood upon the morrow once it has taken on water and supplies.

As the sun rises high in the sky the two of you take a short walk to the docks, Ser Jon begging a moment of privacy as you spoke. Idly chatter turns to a somewhat stark silence as the two of you look out across the Gullet to the two dromunds upon the waters. Your memory is piqued and you pull a second myrish lens from your belt and offering it to Ser Jon as a gift, by some small miracle you had found it for sale in Lys and recalled that the lifelong admiral was still using a poorer quality lens and thought it necessary. He thanks you with a happy smile and tries it out, aiming the both of you towards the dromunds, and speaking.

“I do not know if you recall Lord Malroy, but some time ago I asked for your aid in raising new ships,” he says as your eyes look over the finer details of the new ships.

You did, albeit hazily, it was some time ago, and it had slipped your mind, and you admit as much.

“Neither here nor there my Lord,” Jon responds with a laugh, “Either way, these two ships were the fruits of such cooperation. My House had lost our dromunds and a number of galleys in the great storm that smashed the loyalist fleet off Dragonstone nearly three years ago. These ships are sisters, one named for my dear wife and my new flagship, Sareya. To have our strength back in full now it is… It is a good feeling. My thanks.”

“Think nothing of it my friend,” you say placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I have little in the way of repayment now Lord Malroy, but I would offer you the honor of naming her sister ship. If you are so inclined.”

“You honor me my friend,” you respond, allowing the word to draw out in thought.

Naming the Ship
>Write-in..?

I have a couple of names in mind all things failing.

>>4471920
Kinda wana name it Goldsong.

The Enterprise

>>4471920
Visenya or Lady Obella

>>4471920
Scorpion

Also just a heads up eating dinner right now then getting on to the next update.

>>4471920
Seasong after Goldsong because he is our super number 1 best friend ever!!

The Odyssey after Illiad because he is our super number 1 best friend on two legs ever.

Or the Lady Obella because I'm sure that will tickle her fancy as suggested by >>4471933

Voting for Lady Obella

>>4471945
Could also go with The Empress Scorpion after our wife's alias

>when you forget about this so you're a couple hours late
UGH

>>4471920
Lady Obella

Alright back to writing. Leaving this open for now while I write out the update, but its looking like Lady Obella is the winner thus far.

>>4471975
What were the names you had in mind?

“I am of mind as yourself Jon,” you say with a slight chuckle, “I find the name of my dear lady-wife would make for a fine name, the Lady Obella shall be her name.”

Jon considers the name for a moment before allowing a familiar smile to break, despite their differences in stylings the Longwaters brothers had the same face down to the smile, it would be good to see Lucas soon you think. The elder twin offers his hand and the two of you shake with a shared laugh.

“As good a name as I could think of myself Brynden,” he says, finally dropping the decorum expected of the two of you in more polite company.

The Knight of Long Isle calls for one of his pages, and the young lad scampers off to send word to summon the captains of the dromunds with a raised flag somewhere deeper into the port’s hamlet. And after a moment the two of you watch as the dromunds come closer to port, drop anchor and begin to lower rowboats with a handful of men in both. Jon explains that his docks are simply too shallow and few for the dromunds to come into port. Perhaps in the future he would have them dredged up and expanded, should coin become less of a concern.

As the men begin to row into port Jon turns to you with a look of, not concern, perhaps closer to a warring mind attempting to put word to tongue. He eventually resolves himself as you keep your face neutral, and says, “There is a matter of concern Brynden that I must tell you of.”

“Hm?” you answer, watching the Sea instead to allow him to continue on his own accord.

“A week past when a my liege’s uncle, Ser Manfryd Velaryon arrived, he informed me the Master of Ships, Lord Stannis Baratheon had learned of these pirates and smugglers by way of his more direct bannermen, Lords Velaryon and Celtigar. He came with an edict signed by the King, Hand, and Masters of Ship and Law,” he says while fiddling with his belt and pulls a folded piece of a paper that he hands to you.

“...the King Robert I… ....does declare that the waters of Blackwater Bay… ...shall be defended and patrolled by his Majesty's royal navy and in any found to be outside of the King’s Peace shall- Right then,” you say with a tinge of annoyance on your voice and pinching your brow, “Is that why he decided to personally grace us with his presence?”

“See what?” Jon responds and you idly point towards the ship flying the Baratheonn colors still at Sea and he clues in quick enough with a bark of laughter, “Oh no, no, Seven no Brynden. That is one of his other bannermen captaining the Black Betha, you will meet him at the feast tonight, I am certain the two of you will see somewhat more to eye than I do with my liege’s liege. He is a good sort, I promise you that much.”

“I will take your word for it Jon,” you say somewhat distantly, the rowboats coming in to shore soon, “I take it this edict and declaration of basically war upon the pirates has our pirates gone to ground so to speak.”

Jon snorts and shakes his head, “One would think, aye. But no, instead they have become more bold. Attacking and stealing ships in the night then melting away into the darkness before morning’s light. Apparently a number of other Lords of the Narrow Seas thought to receive the King’s commendations by beating my fleet to the fight. Though they knew less than half what we did and were poorly equipped for the fight. From what I understand House Hardy is quite wroth having lost a pair of galleys to them.”

“Wonderful,” you grind out, “Emboldened pirates with a greater fleet of Lordly vessels at their disposal now.”

“It does make our job somewhat easier though,” Jon adds in a vain hope to not purely be the bearer of made news, “At least we know we can catch them all about the Sea. Doubtful we would have been able to sail down their fleet with our full strength and not spook them prior. Now they are getting sloppy, perhaps the prize of my dromunds may be too much to ignore.”

“A fair point, Jon,” you say chewing on the thought, “Let us hope it holds up.”

Ser Jon nods and you watch as the rowboats come to shore and twelve men come to join you on the docks, one introducing himself as a Ser Aeros Stonemont and the captain of the newly christened Lady Obella. Jon informs you the intention was that yourself and your men would be sailing with him, unless you thought better during your more formal war table upon the morrow. After a moment longer of talk of ship, to which you felt entirely outside of your purviews of war, your small group makes its way back to the tavern and collect the rest of the captains, your household and wife, and Knights and make way for Long Hall upon the hill north of the hamlet. The trip does not take overly long, and it is midafternoon by the time you arrive in the bailey of the same and squat hall that has seen the rigors of storm and sea air for what had to be a few centuries now. You find yourself admiting your histories regarding the other Valyrian Houses was of a poor quality, particularly the forgotten Valyrians.

Lady Sareya Vollion with the babe Isis Longwaters in her arms, Aerys Longwaters their heir, and the rest of the Household is here to greet you. Sornos Vollion, the captain of the Bloody Seahorse and Sareya’s younger brother gives his sister a hug and soon breaks off to greet a young, scantily clad even by Essosi standards, woman standing a few paces back from the formal family greeting you. She favors you with a lingering look that you are quick to avoid as Obella gives her one of dour annoyance. You are brought into the somewhat damp halls of the Longwaters castle, a short trip to the greathall where tables, hearth, and food are already set up for your arrival. Jon does the honor of offering bread and salt himself, being somewhat the traditionalist in that sense, like his brother you think with a laugh. And not long after you are escorted and seated to the left of Jon, Obella to yours, and the aforementioned Ser Manfryd Velaryon beside her at the high table. To the right of Lady Sareya Vollion is a common looking man you had never heard nor met before that is seemingly keeping well to himself and her brother thereafter.

Ser Jon Longwaters stands, bringing attention to himself in the small somewhat cramped hall, a quiet settling upon it as he raises a goblet.

“To allies, both far and close, let our mirth here be the same once those that dare to break the King’s Peace upon our waters be dealt with. My thanks, Ser Manfryd, Ser Davos, and Lord Brynden for giving me your swords and courage.”

“TO ALLIES!” the assembled crowd responds, a happy laughter and joy upon it. Though Jon raises his hand again earning a curious look once more.

“And to the good health of the King, Queen, and their child newly made.”

The assembled hall responds more quietly to this toast, and you think it more likely to save face about those he may not know so well as to where their loyalties lie. All the same, that was news to both yourself and Obella, the Queen was with child, soon to be a royal heir. You can see a conflicted look upon Obella’s face as you grip her hand and she gives a faint smile. Suppose the news of a royal child made the realities of the Rebellion more real now, a confliction upon your mind regarding such things.

Pushing idle thoughts to the side for the night you decide to focus upon the meal at hand and last night you were likely to see Obella for a good week or two. The first course of simple meats and cheeses are served, some preserves from the mainland served alongside them and crackers with thyme and rosemary baked into them and you happy for the wine poured into your goblet even if it was poorer quality of those in your own cellars, you would need to send Jon a gift of proper wine when you returned home you thought privately. Upon Obella’s prodding after you decided it best to entertain her with the naming of a ship in her honor, which as suspected tickled her in that special sort of way, you are encouraged to speak with some of the others here by your wife. Obella trades seats with Ser Davos for a course to speak with Lady Sareya and you find yourself beside a rather quiet and almost awkward man that looks far more uncomfortable in his finery than you had ever found yourself.

Who would you like to speak to at the feast tonight
Please only pick one.
>Ser Jon Longwaters
>Ser Davos
>Ser Manfryd Velaryon
>Someone else? (Specify)

Topics of Conversation
>Write-in..?

>>4471982
Obella or Isis were my top two. I'm not particularly good at naming things like that so I wanted to see what everyone else was feeling.

Oh, also.

Please roll 3D6 (3D-1D Haunted+1B) for Awareness (Notice).

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

>>4472060

Rolled 4, 4, 1 = 9 (3d6)

>>4472044
>>Ser Davos
>>4472060
Roll

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

>>4472044
>Ser Jon Longwaters

>Topics of Conversation
Talk about the pirates, sailors are known to like boosting, no offence, there most be some talk or rumor about these captains and who leads them. Plus where in all of Blackwater Bay could such number of vessels dock unnoticed.

>>4472062
6
>>4472064
8
>>4472065
11

Thank you.

Well, been an hour now since the update. Expected it to be slow coming back but not this slow with only 2 votes. I was planning on running later but am not sure where to go from here besides just scrapping the vote entirely or leaving it overnight which I'd prefer not to. Suppose I'll give it some more time and hope it picks up again.

>>4472044
>>4472065
Supporting

>>4472125
What's wrong with leaving it overnight? This isn't the type of vote samefags brigade if you're worried about that.

>>4472044
>>Ser Davos
Who he is, what he expects from the pirates, what he did to get this position, and why Jon likes him.

>>4472130
Well my intention was to run for another 3 or 4 hours tonight. Thats why I didn't want to leave this overnight.

>>4472044
>Ser Jon Longwaters
Try to head off any hurt feelings on the future betrothal. I know he's probably cool with it, but it can't hurt to preemptively smooth things over. Besides that, ask after the family and the Essosi. Generally just a quick rundown from him on those unknown to us.

>>4472166
>Ser Jon Longwaters

I also want to talk about his missing iron shipments that were stolen a ways back. Let's talk to him further about Davos as well as asking after Long Isle's general mood and well being. Also, speak to him about his liege in Lord Velaryon so we can start building relations for some GLORIOUS VALYRIAN MARRIAGES!!

Sorry I was at work
>Ser Jon
Let’s plan some pirate slaying

>>4472182
>about his liege in Lord Velaryon
Also this.
Velaryons are based Valyrian house.

There we go, thank you everyone. Lot of good questions and topics.

>>4472195
Welcome back Father,
unforchunately for me I wont be able to engage in this, but I do look forward to reading it in the morning.

Lord Brynden Malroy Awareness
DC: 12, 15
Rolls: 6, 8, 11
>Failed.
>Failed.

“Tell me Ser Jon,” you say, catching his attentions from the second course and a goblet to his lips which he responds with a quirked eyebrow to continue, and cleaning his mouth with a cloth as you do so, “How fair the people of Long Isle in these times?”

“Hm,” he says, holding a finger up as to not appear rude as he finishes chewing, “Well enough my Lord. Our mines remain strong and the presence of my Knights upon your coursers has left them with a peace of mind upon their patrols. Thankfully my shipments to the mainland and Wendishton to the south have gone unmolested as of late. Not since the last ship of my iron meant for your House was attacked if I am remembering correctly, suppose Red Farer and Dragonseed’s Brood’s escorting them helped. I believe the carrack I sent to Wendishton, Scarlet Letters, is due home upon the morrow, actually. Certainly, there is a fear amongst them regarding the smugglers and pirates, as I am sure you suspected.”

“I had meant to ask after that ship, still no word of it? But yes very much so suspected,” you respond, “The dromunds are helping?”

“Have not seen hide nor tail of them nor my ship ever since they were put to patrol,” Jon boasts, “And yes, I believe they helped to some degree, doubly so in fact.”

You peek around Jon as he is speaking, catching Obella’s eyes for a moment and she favors you with a smile before going back to her gossips with Lady Sareya and puts the thought of spies and rumors in your mind, “I assume you have ears to the ground in even your own port town? Never met a sailor who did not enjoy boasting of his time at sea, pirate or not.”

“Not so much as I would like,” he admits, “Your own lady-wife is far more adept at games of spycraft and sneaks than mine own, she is ever the stateswoman. Blessedly so. Either way, while I have heard little of them, we do have the vague idea of where their cove resides, as we spoke of before just off Crackclaw Point. And of course as Master Illiad and all other information has told us their Captain upon the stolen galleas, is this Ser Ambrose Flowers. Apparently, however,” and he lowers his voice and leans in towards you, “Ser Davos knows more than he is letting on, no doubt why Lord Stannis sent him in his stead.”

You pass a look to your left to watch the uncomfortable man, and observe him for a moment, but find yourself left with little and less measure of the man. Suppose you had lost your touch with the more commonfolk, too many days amongst the nobility now. Speaking of people you did not know you cast an eye to the lower tables where the scantily clad woman is sitting among a handful of other ladies, Sornos having visited them during this course and speaking with her in a tongue you assumed was from the far east of Essos but not one you knew nor could catch.

“I had not suspected you were the type for keeping entertainers Jon,” you say, indicating the young woman alongside the captain of the Bloody Seahorse you had gotten to know over the last month and a half.

“Ah, them,” Jon draws out, casting an eye towards Sareya who was thoroughly occupied by her chatter with Obella, “To be frank my Lord, they are not mine, nor are they entertainers. Though their garb is certainly entertaining to my Knights without the wherewithal to look to the side upon their approach. They are dragon priestesses, followers of the old dragon gods of Valyria that my wife and her family favors from Volantis. The head priestess, who I am sure you have noticed, is named Mesholla. A close friend and confidant of my lady-wife besides her spiritual advisor. I keep to the Seven, despite my heritage, and hope my children will as well, but I am out of my depth with these women. I suppose ultimately they are harmless, and keep the Essosi that man my ships in hand but still, they give me cause for concern with their foreign beliefs.”

You chuckle slightly behind your goblet, watching them for a moment, and keeping your comments to yourself. Not the first time you had encountered such women before, their proclivities was a joy more than once in Essos, but you knew damn well and good the fervor of the small religious sect of your ancestor’s homeland. Your eyes and attention are drawn to your lady-wife as her hand cups your chin and pulls it towards her own with a kiss as she retakes her seat and you watch Ser Davos awkwardly shuffle behind and back to his own. Jealousy was unbecoming of your dear wife but a taunt for later, no doubt the night would be long.

Turning to Jon again as Obella decided to hang on you for a moment and listen to your conversation, you return to the previous topic, “Tell me of Ser Davos, who is he, particularly to have gained such a position under Lord Stannis.”

“Ser Davos Seaworth is his full name,” Jon says casting an eye back and waving for the third course to be served so the clamor may cover up his voice, “From what I am told he saved the garrison of Storm’s End from siege by smuggling in onions and salt beef under cover of night. Lord Stannis took him to retainer thereafter, knighted him, gave him land, and cut off his fingers.”

You sputter your drink despite yourself, “Cut off his fingers?”

“Oh I heard of him, they call him the Onion Knight,” Obella says quietly, “Though I had not heard he rose so high. What a surprise.”

“Well as I said, he was a smuggler, despite his heights. Lord Stannis is nothing if not a Lord of laws. A right does little to erase a wrong in his eyes.”

“A former smuggler,” you draw slowly, “And that is where you have gathered he may know more than he lets on?”

“More or less,” Jon says, watching the third course of butter crab legs, be served with a ravenous hunger in his eyes, “I cannot say for certain myself but the distance he had drawn between myself and the other captains has left me suspicious.”

“Cannot say I notice much of the man myself nor have I heard of him. But fair enough then,” you respond, “I will keep an eye open.”

“And I an ear,” Obella says furrowing her brow as she looks across the two of you.

The third course is absolutely delicious all things considered. These waters all the way up to Claw Isle were rich with crab and half of Jon’s people susited off of them and fished them throughout the year coupled with the cereal grains and produce from your lands. Obella continues to look seasick at the mention of the Bay’s bounties. Lucky Jon realises this and sends for a different meal for you lady-wife, one she is thankful for.

“Speaking of these pirates,” you start again, “Where do you think so many ships would find a dock and safe harbor this far north of the Stepstones and just off of the bloody Master of Ships own islands?”

“Mm!” Jon says through a mouth full of crab, again holding a finger up for you to wait and washing it down with drink, one you join him in. He snaps his fingers at a page who brings over a small map of the local region that he rolls out and holds down with a few cups and utensils and clears his throat, “My best guess are the islands off of House Hardy’s lands on Crackclaw Point. There are some treacherous waters there, wrought with bulwarks of stone and choppy waves. Ser Rycos Celtigar, distant cousin of Lord Adrian Celtigar recently came into my employ, says the Lord Celtigar’s scouts have seen them as far north as the Boggwood, and having sailed into those islands once chase was given.”

“And Lord…” you pause looking for the name again, it had been some time since you met the man, “...Harwin Hardy, there it is, abides this? They are his lands no?”

Jon merely shrugs in response, “I cannot say for certain my Lord. But that is where I plan to sail, Lord Harwin be damned if he wishes to sit upon his hands.”

Your eyes linger upon the map for a moment longer, tracing the lines of shipping and patrol routes here and there and furrow your brow. The whole thing felt… Off to you but you could not say why.

“Uh… Lord and Lady Malroy, if I may broach a more sensitive topic now that I have you both here?” Jon asks after a moment of silence as your eyes continue to scan the map.

“Of course Ser Jon,” Obella answers for you, her fingers rapping upon your shoulder to gain your attention.

“I will say, to preface this, our agreement to marry my Aerys to a future daughter of your own birth brings me joy. We have not had such a boon in some time, and for that I thank you.”

“But..?” Obella draws out, clearly seeing where Jon is going with this before yourself.

“But, and I mean these with no offense my Lady. But I, and my lady-wife, would like your daughter to foster with us here in Long Hall before the marriage and betrothal proper is to occur, upon her fifth nameday, ideally. So she may know her future husband and learn the lands that she will someday rule alongside him as well as her liege. Sareya is still… Not slighted, but less than pleased to have received only a second daughter that may not ever exist. While I was content to marry to a baseborn child that never existed. I am sure such an agreement will help to quell such things and make all parties involved happier?”

Obella is fidgeting slightly as her arm lingers across your shoulders, her head resting upon your own and you decide it best to change the conversation for a moment so she may consider it.

“If you would excuse the change of topic, not to be rude Ser, but what of your liege Lord? Last I was told he and his lady-wife certainly did not see me in any sort of favorable light. How can I be certain such things will not be held above my daughters head as well?”

“If I am being honest my Lord it is mostly Lady Laena Celtigar, Lord Monford’s wife that dislikes you,” Jon says after a moment of chewing on thought and crab both, “Lord Adrian’s wroth spreads easily to his children it would seem. No doubt where his moniker comes from. That being said, Lord Monford recalls better times and relations between the Houses of Valyrian descent, we have spoken at length about it many times over the past year. He is wary of drawing his lady-wife’s ire but should we succeed here, I think perhaps I can help you gain an audience with the man on Driftmark and perhaps some things may be put to rest. Alongside your fears that your daughter would suffer the grudges of her father. Does that ease your mind my Lady, my Lord?”

Obella has tensed up slightly but relaxes when her voice whispers into your ear, “I… I suppose there are worse places for our daughter to foster Brynden. I will support you in any decision you make here.”

Agree to foster your future daughter on Long Isle upon her fifth nameday?
>Yay
>Tentative Yay, only after meeting with Lord Monford Velaryon
>Neigh

Additionally.

Please roll for me 5D6 (5D) for Warfare(Strategy).

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

>>4472279
>Yay
In the hopes that a more committed yay may help future talks.

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

>Tentative Yay, only after meeting with Lord Monford Velaryon

One last attempt, I tried like 6 times and none of my votes are showing up.

Posting appears to be being weird for everyone. So I suppose this is a better vote to leave for overnight. Voting with close at 12PM EST on 30 September.

My intention is to run tomorrow, Wednesday. 30 September at 2-3PM EST. Full run again. We'll be doing some pirate hunting in tomorrow's session.

Thank you all for playing as always, appreciate you all. Had a lot of good updates today and felt good getting back into the game. Hopefully things pick up a bit more as we regain steam.

Yeah, that worked, finally. I apologize in advance if like 5 other votes show up from the same ID, please ignore those.

Anyway, I just wanted to welcome you back, Father, and sorry but /qst/ just ain't what it used to be. Activity has dropped a lot, even from your brief thread in February, maybe due to the pandemic. I don't think you might be able to continue with your usual style of writing in sessions, although maybe people trickle back in and fall in with the schedule. I wish you the best of luck in that regard.

Do you still play with your group IRL? Are you still with Mother? Do we have a Sibling now to gush over? You don't have to answer any of these if you don't feel comfortable.

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

>>4472279
>>Tentative Yay, only after meeting with Lord Monford Velaryon

I wouldn't worry about the voter turnout much father, a lot of stuff is going on today and it's the beginning of the week. A lot of people could be lurking too.

People might have been busy watching the Debate. God, what a shitshow.

>Yay

That's a big yay. Jon has been nothing but helpful to us, and while it hasn't been free he's been a damn good friend to us. This is a solid marriage for him and a relatively safe place for our future daughter if we have one

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>>4472279
>>Tentative Yay, only after meeting with Lord Monford Velaryon


Damn good to see ya back father. Als also good luck and hjope you are safe from the covid and here is an old pic from quest

>>4472279
>Tentative Yay, only after meeting with Lord Monford Velaryon

>>Tentative Yay, only after meeting with Lord Monford Velaryon

>>4472303
I can see that. But I remain positive seeing Boggs and Joe still pulling decent crowds aand high post counters. I'm bound and determined to continue running as I had before. If there are low voter counts during sessions I suppose that is simply the state of it.

>spoilers
That game ended about a half a year ago. It was a very satisfying end too. We are currently living in different states for work related purposes. But we are still together. No siblings. Haha

>>4472325
That greentext never fails to get me. Good to see you sleepy.

Appreciate all of the welcome backs from everyone. Excited to go hunt some pirates. Also excited for another plot detail that's going to make the Crownlands pretty busy over the next nine months, that I am shocked no one reacted to. Haha

>>4472279
>>Tentative Yay, only after meeting with Lord Monford Velaryon
It's been a long time, but i'm happy to have you back Father.

Wow was lamenting that we may not see this story continue the other day.
I lurk due to timezone differences but can't wait to catch up after work.

>>4472349
>Crackclaw point
A place ripe for conquering according to the Celtigars. Are they going to make that play we denied them way back when at the beginning of the quest?
Also is the smuggler's cove the same one in A Feast for Crows? The Whispers.
Also any chance the Valyrian priestesses can be persuaded to send a representative on mission to Steadhold.

>>4472279
>>Tentative Yay, only after meeting with Lord Monford Velaryon

Holy shit that new homebrew doc looks so fucking good dad.

Anyone know how to get in contact with Lord Licorice, someone misarchived Reynold quest into this quest's archive.

>>4472279
>Tentative Yay, only after meeting with Lord Monford Velaryon

>>4472302
I fell asleep. So it is really just a question of timezones.

>>4472279
>Tentative Yay, only after meeting with Lord Monford Velaryon
>Obella (somewhat) backing fostering
I might be misremembering but wasn't she strongly against fostering in the past?
It's a pleasure to participate, I caught up during the hiatus so this is my first time, please be gentle. I hope this can help tide me over until Forgotten returns with BC in space.

>>4472279
>>Yay

>>4472279
>Yay

Going to go ahead and call this early since I doubt it'll change. Post up in a few minutes.

Lord Brynden Malroy Warfare(Strategy)
DC: 21
Rolls: 19, 10, 15
>Failed.

The map just does not sit right with your stomach, either that or the sixth crab leg that was a poorly decision even before the first bite. You run your fingers over the trade routes again and again, over where Ser Jon and Lord Velaryon’s ships had patrolled over the past month. These rocky little islands and outcrops that belonged to Ser Harwin Hardy, or at least you thought as much and what the map indicated, are what sat wrong with you, and you could not place as to why. You furrow your brow and pinch the bridge of your nose giving Obella cause to stop leaning on you and fall back into her own seat and fix you with a perplexed look. That you wave off as you chew on the thought.

The third course is being cleared away, and a handful of the lower tables shuffle about, some leaving to make water or get a breath of fresh air. Others deep into their cups and flirtations taking the chance to move closer to one another and continue on. You notice Ser Victor keeping his admirable attempts to get Lady Julianna out of her clothing, though she seems to have the better of him tonight, that meek and mild game she had played upon the Bloody Seahorse replaced with cutting japes, teasing looks, and laughter. At least you assumed as much seeing how red Victor’s face was.

You had distracted yourself for a moment longer looking at the map a third time before answering Ser Jon in full, “I see little reason as to why my dear lady-wife and I would not consent to such Ser Jon. You have been a true and good ally and a better friend. I will say, however, this does hinge upon one thing as per your word. It would comfort us both greatly to meet with Lord Monford prior to our full consent, to put our minds at ease, as you said.”

The fourth course is served as the two of you speak, a rack of lamb crusted with whole grain brown mustard, rye bread crumbs, rosemary, and thyme with sides of roasted red potatoes and soft carrots glazed in honey. Your goblet refilled with a red wine that matches the color of the sauce drizzled over the lamb as it is served to you. Obella is quickly upon it, grateful for meat for the first time in some weeks.

Regardless, Ser Jon’s expression betrays him, a slight drop in his smile but he kept his disappointment culled, responding, “As you say my Lord. Lord Monford is in… Four months I believe, set to host a grand tournament. To prepare for the tournament and festivities announced by the King following the Queen giving birth to their first-born in some nine months. I will see to it myself you receive an invitation to attend, no doubt Ser Manfryd will speak well of you following our routing of those pirates. Be sure to bring along your uncle, Ser Dontos, as well.”

You laugh, feeling the wine having taken hold, and place your hand on Jon’s shoulder shaking it with a friendliness, “No doubt at all Ser Jon, not a one. I thank you for your understanding, and for taking such strides in these diplomatic affairs. And to be frank, I doubt I could prevent my uncle from attending even if the Seven itself spoke divine word in his ear forbidding it.”

“It is my duty to both my liegelord and yourself,” he says with a nod, “They win if they manage to divide us and our loyalties...” Jon trails off or rather you feel yourself being absorbed in thought as your eyes give the map yet another glance and the feeling in your stomach turned again.

Spend a point of Glory for +1B on the previous test?
Note, you have 3 points of Glory. You will need a roll of 3 or more to succeed on the previous test. This will be a best of one roll.
>Yay
>Neigh

Rest of the run is still scheduled for 2-3 PM EST. Just wanted to do this vote real quick.

>>4472671
>Yay

>>4472671
>Neigh

>>4472671
>Neigh

>>4472671
>Neigh

Though I do suspect there is some Valyrian vs Clawmen power struggle at play. Either with the focus on the Hardy islands or the betrothal or both.

>>4472671
>Yay
Father how do you write so fast? Is it hours of careful preparation beforehand? Your innate skill at being a DM in a D&D campaign? Are you secretly Matthew Mercer?

>>4472671
>>Neigh

>>4472671
>Neigh
Welcome back

>>4472671
>Neigh

>>4472671
>>Yay

Alright I'm getting settled in here for today's run. You'll excuse me if when things get somewhat crunch heavy if I'm a bit slow. I'm out of practice with the system so I just need to knock off the old rust.

Anyway, looking like a neigh. Glad I put that to a vote regardless. Going to go ahead and finish up the update now.

>>4472730
Mostly a mixture of preparation and having been a QM/DM for going on 8 years now. As of updates I have a tendency to start writing the bulk of things almost as soon as I post it, and going back to add in details that relate to the vote closer to the end. Also a wild lack of care for grammar and spelling. Haha

I wonder if Lorelei has missed us while we were gone

Obella’s hand pulls you from the thoughts and unease as it grips your hand and brings it to her lips. Idle thoughts are put from mind and you try to refocus on the feast and Ser Jon’s words taking your goblet in hand and watching as the map rolls itself up again out of sight and mind. Jon regales you with a story regarding the first time he and Lucas traveled upon their father’s ships alone along the northern coast of Westeros to Eastwatch-by-the-Sea. He admits having been infatuated with the idea, myth, and legend of the Night’s Watch as a child and had considered abdicating his position as heir of Long Isle and joining prior to the trip. The bitter cold had given him cause to reconsider and to this day Lucas complains of any the softest of snowfalls, a fair warning from an older brother. A warning you both share a laugh over after the feast is long done and you sit upon the high table of a near empty greathall.

It is not long before Obella has found her way into your lap, her fingernails playing daintily on your bare chest where you had undone your doublet seeing little reason to keep to the decorum of nobility amongst friends and the drunk. After so long it is made fairly obvious by your wife’s body language she wished for bed and you beg leave and bid Jon and Sareya good night with an agreement to attend the war council Ser Jon would be holding upon the morrow. Obella’s insistence that she was too tired to walk to your bed chamber was little more than a ploy to lure you into a sense of false security you muse as you carry her through the damp halls of Long Isle. Her sudden awakedness and urgency at which she disrobed you and was out of her own dress the moment the door close had told you that your suspicions were well founded though you’ve hardly a chance to complain as she draws you into her and whispers in your ear, “I love you Brynden…”

--

Day 23, Month XI - 285AC ~ Morning
Long Isle’s Port - Dragonseed’s Brood

The night had been just as full of Obella satisfying her desires as you had expected, her voice quickening more than once and singing sweet songs into your ears as her body shuddered against your own until it eventually collapsed and you both fell into blissful sleep. You would be lying to yourself if your head did not throb though now, having imbibing in too much drink the night prior and the soft sway of the Dragonseed’s Brood as your family and Household boarded to make way for King’s Landing ahead of yourself only made your stomach turn. Bile threatened more than once but you forced it down and composed yourself. Obella drapes her arms about you, taking in your kiss deep and with a forlornness, whispering to you before letting go, “Promise you will come back to me Lord Malroy.”

“Upon the Seven I do so swear, Lady Malroy,” you respond with a final kiss and she allows you to leave off.

Visenya was also among those leaving for the mainland, Illiad by her side as to say her goodbyes. They are simple and formal, the young girl appearing more afraid by the moment within her new life though your old myrish friend comforted her with words in the lyseni tongue. You give them both a hug goodbye, telling Illiad to see after her to the best of his ability, and asked him to introduce her to your sister which seemed to excite the poor girl upon learning she had an aunt, especially one with children. You sigh watching them leave off, knowing full well the road to having any sort of relationship with your daughter would be a longer road than one could hope. She had little and less idea of the man you were, let along the new world she was about to be thrust into. You hoped Ysaeria had prepared her somewhat for the greater world.

Watching the ship depart until it becomes but a speck on the water and turn steeling your resolve, mind now focused upon matters of war. Ser Jon had called a war council prior to the fleet taking to sea and seeing these pirates dealt with. Your own Captains, Vargar and Rafe Roper joined you in your walk to Long Hall, having taken up residence in the dock hamlet. Speaking of idle things though informing you of the state of Jon’s military as well. Things considered your men were far and away the most veteran, even the First Regiment was at least bloodied several times over. The Longwaters’ First Regiment had taken some serious losses during the Battle of the Northern Princewood, including their captain, but had been reformed with new recruits and the recently recruited Ser Rycos Celtigar as their captain. Their bowmen left something to be desired according to Vargar though they would not be joining you, nor would their household Knights, the latter because without the majority of his fleet at home in Long Isle Ser Jon feared the isolated island would be too easy a target for reprisal. And unfortunately the only veteran sailors were crewing Jon’s Sareya while the rest were either green as gooseshit oarsmen or trained sailors such as those upon Lady Obella captained by Ser Aeros Stonemont. Luckily however the two larger ships, a great galleas known as Eastern Wynds and a great dromund called Black Betha owned by House Velaryon and Lord Stannis Baratheon respectively were crewed with veteran men, likely those left over from the Rebellion. House Celtigar was noticeably absent, and it had come down the chain of command to Vargar that they had opted to see to their own dealings with these pirates. You find that queer, though no doubt partially you were to blame, but all the same a dangerous game to play with the ill tempered Lord Stannis as your liege.

If truth be told your battles at sea were of less concern to you than those upon the lands once the pirate’s cove had been found. The former was far and away not your preferred method of warfare, having had your fill with the Second Sons all those years ago. While the latter concerned you for the limited amount of landing troops you would have to establish an effective beachhead and how little you knew of this Ser Ambrose’s own standing forces. At least you had Vargar and his Arbalesters, one of the handful of Elites in your standing army, and one more than capable of ruining any of those that sought to board your Lady Obella. Rafe also added concern to mind with informing you his men would be upon the Longstrider a carrack with little in the way of protections as there was not another ship for them all to travel upon as a unit in Jon’s navy. They were to sit at the core of the fleet, flanked by two galleys, as safe as possible, but still if a single ship slipped past and rammed into them, they would not be long for the world thereafter.

With thoughts of war running through your mind you enter the Long Hall’s greathall to see the assembled captains and Knights already going over a meddle of maps and discussing the logistics of the fleet once you are out to sea. You decide to join Ser Jon Longwaters, Ser Davos Seaworth, and Ser Manfryd Velaryon at the high table and join their rather spirited discussion regarding ships.

“With respects milord, but these ships are still of a worth,” Ser Davos says to the annoyed face of Ser Manfryd, “The Royal Fleet has need of new ship. And the safe return of lost ships will surely-”

“Ships that became forfeit to their owners the moment they could not defend them,” Ser Manfryd snaps back cutting him off, “I will remind Ser Seaworth, we are not the pirates here. Those ships, regardless of prior ownership, will be put to the sword and sunk. As a show of force and to give pirates reasonable cause to rethink of prowling upon our waters again.”

You watch Ser Davos grimace, a want to retort upon his lips, but likely thinking better of it from years of growing up a common man.

“All barring Lord Celtigar’s Kingcrab, is that not right Ser Manfryd?” Jon adds seeing the argument having broken down, “I will remind you mine own ship are among those stolen and in the hands of this pirates. I would prefer not to see it sunk.”

Ser Manfryd draws himself up with a huff before speaking again, “My goodniece’s Lord-father specifically requested it of me Ser Longwaters. I consider the capture and safe return of the Kingcrab and her ill gotten cargo, namely the Lady Helena and young Willas, to Lord Celtigar a matter of honor.”

“A fact you have seen fit to remind me and the rest of the captains here more than once Ser,” Jon grinds out before turning to yourself as you idly look over a seamap of the local region, “Lord Malroy do you perhaps have an opinion on the matter?”

The matter of capturing or sinking enemy ships
>Agree with Ser Manfryd Velaryon, a show of force was necessary, sunk any and every ship possible, pirates would think twice before operating this far north again
>Agree with Ser Davos Seaworth, the capture of these ships and safe return to their previous owners or supplementing the Royal Fleet was a worthy endeavor
>Admit this was outside of your scope of knowledge and the positives and negatives of either are somewhat outside of your wheelhouse, deferring to Ser Jon Longwaters better judgment

>>4472841
>Agree with Ser Davos Seaworth, the capture of these ships and safe return to their previous owners or supplementing the Royal Fleet was a worthy endeavor

Might help us patch things up with the Celtigars

Whoops forgot to add the roll, additionally.

Please roll 3D6 (3D-1D Haunted+1B) for Awareness(Notice).

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

>>4472847
>>4472841

>>4472841
>>Agree with Ser Manfryd Velaryon, a show of force was necessary, sunk any and every ship possible, pirates would think twice before operating this far north again
Velaryon for the win

>>4472841
>>Admit this was outside of your scope of knowledge and the positives and negatives of either are somewhat outside of your wheelhouse, deferring to Ser Jon Longwaters better judgment

Rolled 3, 5, 4 = 12 (3d6)

>>4472847

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

>Admit this was outside of your scope of knowledge and the positives and negatives of either are somewhat outside of your wheelhouse, deferring to Ser Jon Longwaters better judgment

At our core we are a horse lord. Plus, let's pump Jons tires a bit

Rolled 6, 6, 4 = 16 (3d6)

>>4472847
>>4472841
>>Admit this was outside of your scope of knowledge and the positives and negatives of either are somewhat outside of your wheelhouse, deferring to Ser Jon Longwaters better judgment

>>4472849
11
>>4472853
9
>>4472856
6
>>4472858
Shame.

Alright that is enough for the lower DC. This test will determine if you're able to put the pieces together.

Please roll 2D6 (2D) for Knowledge.

Rolled 2, 1 = 3 (2d6)

>>4472867

Rolled 3, 6 = 9 (2d6)

>>4472867

Rolled 2, 2 = 4 (2d6)

>>4472867

>>4472868
>>4472875
>>4472877
something tells me we're gonna be horrifically oblivious

>>4472880
A dragon could land infront of Brynden and he would miss it.

>>4472841
>>Admit this was outside of your scope of knowledge and the positives and negatives of either are somewhat outside of your wheelhouse, deferring to Ser Jon Longwaters better judgment
Though maybe mention how sinking perfectly good ships after putting the pirate crews to death shows force. It's money down the drain, it's not like the ships themselves are evil or tainted just because a pirate used it. Should all weapons and arms taken from bandits be thrown into a lake as well?
The only way sinking every ship makes sense is if you want to weaken the old owners by denying them the resources.

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

>>4472868
3
>>4472875
9
>>4472877
4

Somewhat expected, alright that is a failure. DC was 12. Won't do a vote for spending Glory here unless there is a clamor for it. Brynden being outside his wheelhouse and not having paid attention in his younger years coming back to bite him. Haha

The attached roll is Ser Davos Seaworth's Knowledge regarding this subject.

>>4472888
I am now convinced no one here actually knows what the fuck is going on.

>>4472841
>Admit this was outside of your scope of knowledge and the positives and negatives of either are somewhat outside of your wheelhouse, deferring to Ser Jon Longwaters better judgment

>>4472893
Sorry Obella and Lorelei. This is goodbye for Brynden

>>4472888
Blindly blundering into danger. Just like a George RR Martin character.

>>4472888
Well. Lucky that was a two DC roll for Davos and he hit the lower one at least. But christ, this is a real meeting of the minds.

>>4472903
I don't know dad, It seems to be keeping with the source material though. Big manly guys doing something they think is right only to be fucked up by shit they shouyld have noticed.

This is gonna be such a shitshow lol
>dad comes back
>Brynden immediately dies

>>4472929
>sniper with an heirloom bow in naval combat

This is gonna be hella fun no matter the outcome

“Truth be told good Sers, I find myself out of my depth compared to your own considerable knowledge of naval warfare and the merits of capturing or sinking ships. However, I do often find myself in agreement with Ser Jon Longwaters, and his brother Ser Lucas, more often than not and his good counsel in matters of war in the past has served me well. So I would be remiss if I did not defer to his better judgment and place word behind his own.”

Ser Jon does a poor job of hiding the smile upon his lips when he turns to the other two Knights and speaks, “Ser Manfryd, Ser Davos, we will do our best to capture what ships are viable for capture. Priorities remain of course the Kingcrab, mine own Sunkissed Bride, and ships identified as missing by the Lords of the Narrow Seas. My Captains will have orders to board and capture these ships, however not at the expense of their lives or to the detriment of the fleet. If an enemy ship is bound and determined to fight to the last, they will be sunk. Any and all captured ships will be escorted to Dragonstone and rendered onto the Master of Ships for his judgments. Lord Malroy, how do you find this?”

Your fingers had gone back to tracing trade routes and patrols on the map laid out before you as Ser Jon spoke, you knew the younger of the Longwaters twins for occasional rash actions but with the tinge of leadership. Whereas the elder of them seemed better suited for leadership with only a tinge of rash action to his name. You look up for a moment and nod sternly, catch the eye of both Ser Davos and Ser Manfryd as you do so, saying, “As I said, I defer to your better judgment Ser Jon, better it is as fine a plan as I have heard.”

“So long as the Kingcrab is returned to my hands I have little concern for the rest then,” Ser Manfryd remarks clearly annoyed but knowing he was outmatched in his opinions, “As for the fleet’s deployment, Ser Davos…”

The three Knights begin to speak again at length regarding the placement of the ships and their complements. You distract yourself further with the local sea maps until such a time your voice is necessary in talks of land battles.

Lord Brynden Malroy Awareness(Notice)
DC: 9, 12
Rolls: 11, 9, 6
>Success, One Degree.
>Failed.

You pass through a number of maps eventually returning to the one you were looking over the previous night. You roll it out over the one that had kept you preoccupied for the moment when you notice that the islands attributed to House Hardy on this map were no longer a part of their domains in the other. Flipping them over you realize the more recent map, the one showing the islands as no longer belonging to Lord Hardy, was drawn in 261AC. While the other was an amount older at 246AC.

“Jon, have you noticed this?” you ask the Knight of Long Isle, “I think perhaps Lord Hardy is not abiding their presence so much as the islands are no longer his problem.”

Jon’s face wrinkles up as he looks over the maps a few times before passing a glance towards you with a somewhat perplexed look, “Well that would certainly explain how they were able to operate for so long this far north. But to whom do these lands belong to I wonder… Ser Davos, Manfryd have you thoughts of the matter?”

Lord Brynden Malroy Knowledge
DC: 12
Rolls: 3, 9, 4
>Failed.

In truth you were thankful for the more experienced Narrow Sea men to aid you in this endeavor. Beyond your locality of the Violet Plains, the Princewood, and those places along the Goldroad leading to King’s Landing you were not particularly one for maps or the deciphering of what some Maester twenty odd years ago wrote in the margins of this map or another. The three Knights discuss it for a moment as you continue to pour over it in some vain effort to make the connection yourself but coming up with naught but annoyance at the task.

Ser Davos Seaworth Knowledge
DC: 9, 15
Roll: 10
>Success, One Degree.
>Failed.

Ser Manfryd admits defeat a moment longer, alongside Ser Jon. The former had been in his early twenties when this may have occurred he had said after a guess. But as to why it had occurred or to whom the islands belonged to now was a mystery to him he grumpily said dismissing the conversation outright as a waste of time. To the Velaryon’s eyes it mattered little to whom these islands belonged to, only that pirates squatted upon the barren rocks now and he sought to see an end to them. When Jon finally lets out a sigh and gives you a look of resignation over the topic is when Ser Davos speaks up.

“Milord, I might ‘ave some idea where our pirates are hiding,” he says almost sheepishly.

You quirk and eyebrow as he pulls the map towards himself and traces a line with what looks like a well remembered and practiced thought to a crescent shaped island firmly in the middle of the rocky outcrops and other barren lickspittles of land.

“Old smuggler’s den back in my days of servin’ the Blind Bastard ‘fore he lost his head,” he says giving the map a tap, “To hear the lads tell it was an old iron mine run dry, might ‘ave belonged to this Lord Hardy you’re talkin’ about. Not much room for dock, maybe three ships. Last I heard though it had been put to the torch by the Mad King’s sea guard about six years past.”

“That is certainly a long enough time to rebuild it, what do you think Ser Jon?” you remark.

“That it fits with every other detail we have of these pirates. Makes me wonder who would be so bold as to maintain a smuggler’s den for so long however,” he says then screws up his face and looks to Ser Davos adding, “Had you not thought to tell us this before Ser Davos?”

“You’ll forgive me milord,” he says in defense, “Like I said, thought it done some years ago. Had barely passed my mind until Lord Malroy dredged up the memory all truths be told.”

Jon and Manfryd share a noncommittal noise and you merely shrug allowing the admirals their moment. Having determined the most likely place these pirates could be, talks again turn to the likelihood of meeting them at sea, in partial battle formation or otherwise. For the most part what seems to have happened is many of the ships, barring the Kingcrab, were captured and stripped down carracks and cogs repurposed into pirate vessels. Their numbers varied wildly from just under five to close to twenty, but still the confusion as to where so many ships would find docking and supply here skewed your collected perception of the enemy’s numbers to no truly assured number. Lord Hardy had been wroth at the loss of a bar of galleys, but no patrol ships had seen them since their reported disappearance. Upon your side were three war galleys, a pair of carracks for troop transport, two dromunds, a great dromund, and a great galleas. A small but powerful fleet with a strong core.

After a moment of conversation again you come upon disagreement between the Knights, Ser Manfryd Velaryon having assumed he would be in command here as he was strictly speaking Ser Jon’s liege and veteran of some years, though was caught off guard by Jon bristling at the suggestion and remarking the bulk of the fleet was his to command.

You knew full well that this was not your part in the battle, instead having been left to decide where you wished to place yourself. Your options amongst your men were either the carrack Longstrider in the center of the naval formation far away from the battle with your First Regiment and Captain Rafe Roper. It was unlikely they would see much action, but should ranks break down and they be boarded it was unlikely they would break as easily with their liegelord at the helm. Less risk, but the most danger should things go sideways. Your other option was upon the newly named dromund Lady Obella alongside your Arbalesters. It was almost predetermined that the dromund would be seeing blood and combat during this at some point, she was a fine prize for the daring pirate. And if truth be told your bow would compliment the myrish crossbows of the Arbalesters better than it would the infantry. Captain Aeros Stonemont would be seeing to the orders set down by Ser Jon however, and you would have less control of the ships movements besides strong suggestions of who to pepper with bolt and arrow.

Who to back as the Commander of the allied fleet
>Ser Jon Longwaters (Warfare 4, Command 2B)
>Ser Manfryd Velaryon (Warfare 5, Tactics 1B)

What unit and ship will Brynden attach himself to?
>Trained Infantry (Malroy First Regiment), Longstrider (Carrack)
>Elite Arbalesters (Vargar’s Arbalesters), Lady Obella (Dromund)

Notes:
>Brynden will only be a sub-commander attached to his respective unit during naval portions of this battle.
>Brynden will be handed command when landfall is made as that is his domain.

>>4473014
>Ser Manfryd Velaryon (Warfare 5, Tactics 1B)

He is skilled and i am sure if Jon took charge he would become a liabilty due to arrogance

>Elite Arbalesters (Vargar’s Arbalesters), Lady Obella (Dromund)

Brynden gets to try out his new bow!

>>4473014
Dont care who is in charge

>Elite Arbalesters (Vargar’s Arbalesters), Lady Obella (Dromund)

>>4473014
>Ser Manfryd Velaryon (Warfare 5, Tactics 1B)
>Elite Arbalesters (Vargar’s Arbalesters), Lady Obella (Dromund)

>>4473014
>Ser Jon Longwaters (Warfare 4, Command 2B)
He commands the most ships.
>Elite Arbalesters (Vargar’s Arbalesters), Lady Obella (Dromund)

>>4473014
>Ser Manfryd Velaryon (Warfare 5, Tactics 1B)
>Elite Arbalesters (Vargar’s Arbalesters), Lady Obella (Dromund)

>Ser Manfryd Velaryon (Warfare 5, Tactics 1B)
>Elite Arbalesters (Vargar’s Arbalesters), Lady Obella (Dromund)

Ser Manfryd only because I want to build a stronger relationship with his brother. Both for the sake of our second and hypothetical daughter and...for a BASED Valyrian marriage for our firstborn son

>>4473014
>Ser Manfryd Velaryon (Warfare 5, Tactics 1B)
>Elite Arbalesters (Vargar’s Arbalesters), Lady Obella (Dromund)
Let's try to make friends with the Velaryon. They could make for a good future marriage prospect for our heir.

>>4473053
Just a quick correction, Lord Monford is his nephew.
>spoilers
Targfag lives on it spirit.

Today's votes have been good. I was expecting some different directions on basically everything so this is a pleasant surprise.

Anyway, I am going to eat dinner. Get my crunchy document loaded up and we're going to dive right into this. If anyone else has any other input on this, since I purposefully left it vague with Brynden's lack of naval experience. Also since we don't know too much about the cove itself or what to expect a lot of making landfall is going to be on the fly decisions which is why I haven't told you all too much.

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>>4473065
>Targfag
I will summon him with this picture of a blonde queen with 3 dragons

>>4473070
>summoning name/tripfags

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>>4473073
>Nooooo you can't have fun on 4chan you have to be super serious and grumpy all the time

>>4473014
>Ser Jon Longwaters (Warfare 4, Command 2B)
>Elite Arbalesters (Vargar’s Arbalesters), Lady Obella (Dromund)
>>4473053
>lorelei marries monterys
Nice.

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>>4473065
>anyone else has any other input
Command your archers and arbalesters to aim for the pirate captains and commanders on the outset of each ship to ship engagement.

>>4473065
Target officers and anyone who so much as LOOKS like a pyromancer first.

Alright back and writing now. Not sure how this will go so forgive me, again, if I am slow. I'm running the rest of the battle in the background using Boggs new ship rules so I'm working out some of the kinks I may have made for myself.

>>4473111
>pyromancer
Its okay, uncle boggs can't hurt you here anon. But I still can.

Doing your best to spare Ser Jon’s pride you interrupt in what you would say was your more lordly voice, “Ser Jon, Ser Manfryd has the better of it. He is speaking with the voice of your liegelord, perhaps it best to heed it and offer him command of the fleet, out of respect for both his status and experience.”

Jon for his part looks somewhat deflated by the statement, meanwhile Manfryd gives you an appreciative nod, and the former relents and agrees. The decision for the Sareya and Lady Obella would take the lead positions, meanwhile Eastern Wynds would command the core of the fleet and Black Betha taking the rear position should they flank you but with command to join the rest of the battle if necessary. Ser Davos seemed relieved at the order, but you could not say why yourself. The four of you finally come to an agreement, even if Ser Jon is less than pleased as being only the second, at least he had his new dromunds to command. A prospect that filled the young man with an exceptional sort of glee, one you shared knowing this would be soon upon the battlefield.

The four of you address the collected captains of the assembled allied fleet, as well as the landing units. Many of the men had been under Velaryon command in the past and were well aware of how they gave their commands and movements, a good thing for certain. On the other hand you are introduced to the two captains of the Longwaters First Regiment and the Velaryon Bowmen, Ser Rycos Celtigar and Captain Lorch of Driftmark. Both are agreeable sorts you find, keen to find themselves under your command during the landing given your reputation about the Crownlands. Ser Rycos commanded men that survived the Battle of the Northern Princewood under your uncle’s command and they spoke well of your family’s command to him. Meanwhile Captain Lorch had heard through the grapevine once word you would be joining the fleet to burn these pirates out. Apparently your prowess with command was becoming a topic of interest about the Crownlands, especially to have reached Driftmark.

The rest of the day is spent finishing final preparations for the ships soon to embark, assuring supplies were accounted for twice over, and that every sailor and oarsman was present. You find yourself upon the deck of the ship named for your dear lady-wife, eyes cast towards home, as it waits for the rest of her ships to join her. Soon, so very soon. You had but some debts to collect upon these waves and a sister to see to in King’s Landing. Ser Aeros Stonemont draws next to you speaking with a gruff voice but one ready to off to war himself that you would do well to clear the deck as the men got to work. An eye cast back towards Long Isle’s docks tells you many of the galleys and carracks have launched and are slowly making their way over to the larger of the ships, the oarsmen already begun to task. You join Ser Aeros at the helm the ship, mind at the ready, focused and calm.

Day 26, Month XI - 285AC ~ Early Morning before first light
Off Crackclaw Point ~ The Narrow Sea - Lady Obella

”Farewell and goodbye to you, Dornish Ladies,
Farewell and goodbye to you, ladies of Dorne;
For we've received orders for to sail for King’s Landing,
But we hope in a short time to see you again…”

Upon learning from your men that the ship had been named for your lady-wife the crew had taken to singing a sea shanty regarding them over the past few days, much to your amusement, as they set about to task. Vargar had about gone mad having heard it no less than ten times by now which only amused you further as he whined for it to end. Let the men have their fun, really they only meant to honor her with the song, you had heard far bawdy words from the tongue of sailors before. You could hear them in the wee hours of the morn beyond your cabin singing again, almost as if it had become morning tradition.

For all it was worth however, you had yet to see a single sign of this pirate fleet as you patrolled from western point to eastern tip. According to the maps Ser Aeros referred to, and some strange instruments you could hardly claim knowledge of use or purpose, the islands were half a day sail away now, if that, and had set watchmen about in the crow’s nest at all hours. Sleep had been hard to come back upon the ship, you missed the warmth of Obella by your side, and your mind was too alive with thought of war to calm itself enough for sleep. This was yet another morning when you awoke before first light and lay in your tiny bed staring at the ceiling, idly running your thumb along the gold embossed inscriptions of your new bow. The words were High Valyrian you knew, yet you could hardly read the battle hymn anymore so unpracticed with the tongue you had become. You frown despite yourself and begin to feel yourself nodding off slightly to the gentle roll of waves doing their best to lull you off to sleep.

“SHIPS ON THE HORIZON! SHIPS ON THE HORIZON!”

You feel the entirety of your body jolt awake, your heart threatening to burst from your chest. Chaos reign on the deck above you, the stampede of men readying to their stations, their song cut short by the suddenness of other ships. You don your brigandine, throw your sword and quiver belt on, and string your greatbow. You wish you had a moment longer to admire it but your feet had already gone to purpose as you climbed onto the deck immediately shielding your eyes from the sunlight that peaked over the horizon. Cursing beneath your breath you turn on your heel and see Ser Aeros at the helm of the ship yelling for his men to fly a pair of flags. You were not quite sure what each one meant but was meant to communicate orders. Vargar meets you not a moment after, crossbow in hand as the other men begin to line up on the railings of the ship, kneeling in place and using the ship to both steady their shot and as cover. A well practiced drill at this point.

“You take port, I will hold starboard,” you snap off to your Essosi captain whose whining had finally come to an end with war and bloodshed soon to be upon you. The sky had slowly begun to creep into a bright crimson, and even you knew the superstitious lot of sailors under Aeros’ command would be spooked by the sight, you hoped he would be able to keep them in hand. You had lost sight of these ships as the sun crested further, almost blinding you any time you tried to look east.

For now you only waited, a silence having taken over the ship, only the creak of wood and the straining of the riggings filled your ears now, the smell of fresh sea air your nose, soon to be replaced by the taste of iron and the sounds of dying men. You push idle thoughts from your mind, watching what little water you had in front of you as it began to swell and ripple. From the blinding late you suddenly see two ships emerge with a ponderous approach, fat-bellied cogs, not meant to give chase or attack but all the same they floated towards you with a purpose. You hardly had a moment to react so soon they were upon Lady Obella. Casting an eye to your left you see another pair of ships having done the same to Jon’s Sareya and the screams and hollers of men echoed out across the water as grappling hooks flew from the smaller ships and latched onto the dromund. Your attention is immediately pulled back to your own ship with the heavy thud of a grapple hooking sinking into your railing.

“HOLD! HOLD POSITION!” you yell out not long after, freeing three arrows from quiver and holding them between your knuckles. You could just begin to make out the whites of the pirates eyes across from you. Their voices are full of curses and slander. Your eyes narrow and fingers draw bow taut.

Aeros’ sailors waited upon the second lines, axes and cruel blades of iron at the ready.

Your breath steadies. Eyes watch as they draw ever nearer. Your bow was so easy to anchor now, the draw heavy but the position easy. It was a fearsome thing. Fit for your hands. For your justice. Your revenge. The dragonbone gleams in daybreak’s light, ripples of red light scattering about it like dragon flame. You have chosen your target. A man with little more than a fanciful hat on the backlines of the cog that was so ready to board you. He thought himself clever.

You thought him a dead man.

The waves would soon be for the graves you muse sharply inhaling through your nose.

Breath.

Aim.

“LOOSE!”

Please roll 8D6+1 (6D+3B-1B Training+1 Extraordinary) for Marksmanship(Bows).

Oh shit, oh fuck here we go.

>>4473185

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

>>4473185

>>4473191
Apparently I cannot get the dice to work

Rolled 1, 5, 6, 5, 4, 4, 1, 6 + 1 = 33 (8d6 + 1)

>>4473185

Rolled 1, 3, 3, 6, 6, 2, 2, 6 + 1 = 30 (8d6 + 1)

>>4473185

>>4473194
Make sure "dice" isn't capitalized.

>>4473193
24
>>4473195
32
>>4473197
27

Good lord.

Please roll 7D6 (5D+2B) for Warfare(Command).

Rolled 6, 5, 6, 1, 5, 3, 6 = 32 (7d6)

>>4473198

Rolled 1, 3, 5, 2, 6, 1, 4 = 22 (7d6)

>>4473198

Rolled 2, 4, 6, 2, 5, 1, 4 = 24 (7d6)

>>4473198

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

>>4473198

>>4473198
Correction, >>4473195 is 31. My blasphemy stands.

>>4473199
28
>>4473201
19
>>4473202
21

Solid.

Please roll 6D6 (5D+1D Commander) for Arbalester’s Marksmanship.

Taking best 2 of 3 on this one.

Rolled 3, 2, 2, 3, 5, 1 = 16 (6d6)

>>4473205

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

>>4473205

>>4473199
>>4473201
>>4473202
Now this is more like it

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

>>4473205

Rolled 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 2 = 13 (6d6)

>>4473205

>>4473206
16
>>4473208
21
>>4473210
21

Two solid 21s. Okay I believe that's all I need for now. Been so long since I've ran warfare.

Lord Brynden Malroy’s Marksmanship(Bows)
DC: 8
Rolls: 28, 19, 21
>Success, Four Degrees
Damage: 9*4=36-4 AR=32 Damage
Resolving: 12 Health-32 Damage=0 Health, Vicious Activated
>Pirate Captain Dead. Very Dead.

The release was like a hammer blow, the great warbow making hardly a sound as it snapped off your arrow with such force you felt your hair fly from your face. If your Valyrian ancestors sang half as true as the arrow flew you knew this would be a well storied and treasured heirloom of your House. And oh it flew so true, beautifully so one could write poetry of it, streaking across the decks of both ships with hardly a wobble never straying from your eye had sent it. Straight into the eye of the enemy captain as it happens. You watch as his body literally flies backwards thudding into the mast of the ship and pinning him there by the eye socket from the sheer force of the arrow and marvel at the wondrous bow now in your hands. Blood squirts from the impact the eye left a ruin as the man dies within the second, his fellow pirates looking on in horror. Quickly you string up another arrow half holding it as you watch for a better chance once the battle lines change a smile upon your lips.

Lord Brynden Malroy’s Warfare(Command) - Order: Split Attack
DC: 6
Rolls: 28, 19, 21
>Success, Four Degrees.

Vargar’s Arbalesters’ Attack I
DC: 8
Roll: 21
>Success, Three Degrees.
Damage:9*3=27-4 AR=23
Resolving: 12 Health-23Damage=0 Health
>Veteran Mercenaries+Sailors are Disorganized ¼, -1D to tests, +3 Discipline.

Vargar’s Arbalesters’ Attack II
DC: 10
Roll: 21
>Success, Three Degrees.
Damage:9*3=27-4 AR=23
Resolving: 9 Health-23Damage=0 Health
>Trained Sailors are Disorganized ⅓ | -1D to tests, +3 Discipline

Pirates Attack I
DC: 10
Roll: 13
>Success, One Degree.
Damage: 4*1=4-6 AR=0
Resolving: 6 Health-0 Damage=6 Health
>Vargar’s Arbalesters’ Unharmed | No Penalties.

Pirate’s Attack II
DC: 10
Roll: 10
>Success, One Degree.
Damage: 3*1=3-6 AR=0
Resolving: 6 Health-0 Damage=6 Health
>Vargar’s Arbalesters’ Unharmed | No Penalties.

The volley of crossbow bolts fly with a heavy thump. Your men hardly bothered by the pirates that drew ever closer. Some had been so bold as to attempt to swing over upon ropes or dig their axes into the railings of your Lady Obella but had been struck down midair or pinned to their own decks in short order by the heavy volley of crossbow bolts. Vargar is laughing on the other side of the deck, you could hear him from where you stood, two ships trying to boards yours at once and not a single man had even stepped foot upon the deck of the virgin dromund. You aimed to keep it that way. The boat creaks and you can hear the scrapping of wood as the two fat-bellied cogs finally press up against your own ship’s hull and gang planks and boarding axes dig in the best they can. Little good it would do them now. You could already see structure begin to falter on the other ship and Ser Aeros Stonemont rearing to begin counterboarding the moment you gave the order. You had guessed they were not expecting the heavy resistance here and you only hoped that Ser Jon was fearing as well across the way.

Passing a look towards port you watch as another ship emerges from the light and streaks past the both of you. A once glorious great galleas, one that you knew, it had to be. The Kingcrab making a beeline for the core of your fleet. You had not noticed if other ships had passed by while Lady Obella and Sareya and you very much hoped that the Eastern Wynds and Jon’s war galleys would be able to survive without the support of the dromund sisters.

“CHANGE! CHANGE! RELOAD!” you yell over the cacophony of war, your men rising from their positions to move on the second line as the Aeros’ sailors screamed bloody battle cries and surged to both sides of the deck to counterattack.

You watch with careful eyes as pirates begin to falter and poorly try to assault your ship now that their ambush had fallen to the wayside. A pair of them are above, trying to swing across you notice just a half moment before they leap. The second of your arrows soon joins the first and you draw them both back with a sharp breath.

Breathe. Aim. Loose.

Please roll 7D6+1 (6D-1D Double Shot+3B-1B Training+1 Extraordinary) for Marksmanship(Bows).
I will take the best 2 of 3 rolls.

Rolled 6, 2, 4, 2, 6, 3, 1 + 1 = 25 (7d6 + 1)

>>4473294
Here Goes. DIE PIRATE SCUM!

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

>>4473294

Rolled 4, 2, 5, 2, 5, 3, 6 + 1 = 28 (7d6 + 1)

>>4473294
I am ROCK. HARD.

>>4473296
22
>>4473299
28
>>4473301
23

Dragonbone bow was a mistake. A beautiful, beautiful mistake.

Please roll 7D6 (5D+2B) for Warfare(Command).

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

>>4473304

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

>>4473304
it makes such pretty corpses, doesn't it?

Rolled 1, 1, 1, 5, 4, 5, 6 = 23 (7d6)

>>4473304

>>4473307
21
>>4473310
19
>>4473311
21

Easy success on the Reload order.

Hope the color coding and general formatting made that easier for everyone to read and parse. I know crunch can get a bit heavy for a lot of people.

>>4473323
It read really well.


Also middle roll should be a 20 not that it matters. 2 1s.

>>4473323
It helps a lot. Also it good to have you back father.

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>>4473323
The Dragonbone Bow reminds me of Ashitaka’s demon arm

Lord Brynden Malroy’s Double Shot Marksmanship(Bows)
DC: 8
Rolls: 22, 28, 23
>Success, Four Degrees
Damage: 9*4=36-4 AR=32 Damage
Resolving: 12 Health-32 Damage=0 Health, Vicious Activated
>Pirate I Dead
>Success, Four Degrees
Damage: 9*4=36-4 AR=32 Damage
Resolving: 12 Health-32 Damage=0 Health, Vicious Activated
>Pirate II Dead

Just as easily as the single arrow flew from your fingertips did the pair of blacksahfted arrows fly knocking into the two pirates that dared to profane your the deck of the Lady Obella with their mere presence. The first knocks into the pirate’s shoulder just as he is ready to leap, causing him to twist and scream in pain falling from his roost and crashing into a gang plank below and into the drink below thereafter. The second caught the man mid-air, right in the gut striking him with so much power he lost his grip upon the rope and fell into the deck below, a sickening crunch signalling to you that he was certainly dead, and if not he would be soon as the crew of the ship began to cross blade and axe with the pirates.

Lord Brynden Malroy’s Warfare(Command) - Order: Reload
DC: 0
Rolls: 21, 20, 21
>Success, Four Degrees.

Pirate Captain’s Warfare(Command) - Order: Reorganize
DC: 9
Roll: 9
>Success, One Degree.
>Pirates I Reorganized.

Pirate Captain’s Warfare(Command) - Order: Reorganize
DC: 6
Roll: 8
>Success, One Degree.
>Pirates II Reorganized.

Pirate Captain’s Warfare(Command) - Order: Attack
DC: 9
Roll: 12
>Success, One Degree.

Ser Aeros Stonemont’s Warfare(Command) - Order: Attack
DC: 3
Roll: 7
>Success, One Degree.

Pirate’s Attack I
DC: 10
Roll: 13
>Success, One Degree.
Damage: 4*1=4-0 AR=4
Resolving: 9 Health-4 Damage=5 Health
>Lady Obella’s Crew Damaged | No Penalties.

Lady Obella’s Crew Attack I
DC: 8
Roll: 9
>Success, One Degree.
Damage: 3*1=3-4 AR=-1
Resolving: 12 Health-0 Damage=12 Health
>Pirates I Undamaged ¼ | -1D to tests, +3 Discipline

Ser Aeros is the first across, his blade sinking deep into the throat of a pirate and pushing forward into the melee with a roar that his men and crew match. It is not long before the deck of the cog on your starboard is utter chaos but a voice cuts over the mess in what you assume is myrish based on the dialect and you watch as both sides manage to get their men in line and turn this fight into a slog. You watch as a handful of Aeros’ men falter and fall to the axes of the pirates, while they do comparably little but they hold true waiting for your arbalesters to rejoin them in the fight and put this at an end. Vargar is holding off the advance on the port side still, and could likely repel them again if ordered to while you could manage to break down what looked like more veteran men on your side or you could focus fire on one side reload and do it again. Vargar passes you a look and a heavy nod confirming his men were reloaded and ready for another volley you need but give the order.

The urgency of naval combat had somewhat flown by the wayside you realize, not used to this sort of field. And you felt unsure of what else was occurring around you, until you see what you believe is the Red Farer ramming into the stern of one of the carracks that was still hooked onto Sareya. A different flag, one you assume calling for aid, is flying above Jon’s ship now and you hope he is not wounded or worse, dead. You’ve hardly the time for the thought however, trying to track down the other pirate captain the best you can in this mess. Apparently he was of a better mind than the first and did not make himself so overtly obvious. You strain your ears, hoping to focus long enough to pick him out amongst the push of pirates.

Please roll 3D6 (3D-1D Haunted+1B) for Awareness(Notice).

Arbalester Command?
>Split Attacks again, attacking both
>Focus all power on Pirates I the unit in the melee
>Focus all power on Pirates II the unoccupied unit

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

>>4473396

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

>>4473396
>Focus all power on Pirates II the unoccupied unit

>>4473396
>>Focus all power on Pirates II the unoccupied unit

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

>>4473396
Wait, didn't we kill one pirated captain last turn?

>>4473405
Second in command
>>4473400
Nice

>>4473397
6
>>4473400
12
>>4473405
3
Yes, one, there was another on the other ship. He reorganized both units and gave an order. He's who Brynden is looking for now.

Anyway, that 12 will do it. Solid roll anon.

Breathe. Aim. Loose.

Please roll 8D6+1 (6D+3B-1B Training+1 Extraordinary) for Marksmanship(Bows).

Rolled 2, 6, 6, 6, 1, 3, 5, 1 + 1 = 31 (8d6 + 1)

>>4473410

Rolled 1, 3, 1, 6, 1, 3, 4, 1 + 1 = 21 (8d6 + 1)

>>4473410

Rolled 4, 4, 4, 6, 2, 5, 1, 4 + 1 = 31 (8d6 + 1)

>>4473410

>>4473411
29
>>4473413
19
>>4473414
28

Yep. Yep, that'll do it.

Please roll 7D6 (5D+2B) for Warfare(Command).

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

>>4473417

Rolled 2, 6, 3, 1, 4, 6, 3 = 25 (7d6)

>>4473417

Rolled 3, 3, 2, 1, 4, 3, 6 = 22 (7d6)

>>4473417

>>4473419
26
>>4473423
22
>>4473424
19

Good, good. One more roll, I'll either end up taking best 2 of the 3, or best of 3 depending upon where the vote goes. I'll give that a moment to sit.

Please roll 6D6 (5D+1D Commander) for Arbalester’s Marksmanship.

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

>>4473427

Rolled 3, 3, 6, 1, 3, 3 = 19 (6d6)

>>4473427

Rolled 5, 3, 2, 4, 3, 3 = 20 (6d6)

>>4473427

>>4473430
17
>>4473431
19
>>4473433
20

Alright that's it for rolling for this update. Just waiting on more votes to roll in and then I'll continue. Thank you all for the rolls, this is going smoother than I had anticipated.

>>4473396
>>Focus all power on Pirates II the unoccupied unit

>>4473396
>Focus all power on Pirates II the unoccupied unit

>>4473396
>>Focus all power on Pirates II the unoccupied unit

So do we get a share of the booty we find in the pirates lair?

Lord Brynden Malroy’s Awareness(Notice)
DC: 12, 15
Rolls: 6, 12, 3
>Success, One Degree.

Lord Brynden Malroy’s Marksmanship(Bows)
DC: 10
Rolls: 29, 19, 28
>Success, Four Degrees
Damage: 9*4=36-4 AR=32 Damage
Resolving: 12 Health-32 Damage=0 Health, Vicious Activated
>Pirate Captain II Dead

There the bastard is, yelling at the top of his bloody lungs in myrish, trying to put his men together for another boarding push. With a quick and easy motion you draw your greatbow to full length once more, take the slighests of breaths and loose an arrow square into his throat. That will do well enough to shut his mouth. The arrow buries itself deep, though it stops hard as if hitting stone and the man’s entire body goes rigid before falling over the railings of their cog and toppling head over foot into the drink below.

Lord Brynden Malroy’s Warfare(Command) - Order: Attack
DC: 0
Rolls: 26, 22, 19
>Success, Four Degrees.

Vargar’s Arbalesters’ Attack III
DC: 10
Roll: 20
>Success, Three Degrees.
Damage:9*3=27-4 AR=23
Resolving: 9 Health-23Damage=0 Health
>Pirates II are Disorganized 2/3 | -2D to tests, +6 Discipline

You see the look of fear upon their faces, as you stalk towards port side, whistling loudly and calling, “FORM UP! FORM UP! TO PORT! TO PORT!”

The Arbalesters do well to live up to their status as elites within your military. Moving about you with a single fluid motion, making ranks on the deck of Lady Obella yourself squaring in the center, bow already drawn and aimed down the man before you.

“AND LOOSE!”

The first volley rips from the myrish crossbows with the same satisfying thump as it had before. And more and many of the pirates die from the heavy bolts piercing flesh and bone. Your own arrow beats them to the punch however, piercing a man in the mouth as he thought to scream. You hear the familiar tink of the crossbows loading their second volley in as many seconds. They are little more than a disorganized mob now and yet you still hear the desperate calls to arms as you had before. Freeing another arrow from its quiver you your voice raises above their chaos and you can see the chill run down their spine when the word comes from lip.

“SECOND!”

Lord Brynden Malroy’s Warfare(Command) - Order: Attack II
DC: 0
Rolls: 22, 19
>Success, Four Degrees.

Vargar’s Arbalesters’ Attack IV
DC: 10
Roll: 19
>Success, Two Degrees.
Damage:9*2=18-4 AR=14
Resolving: 0 Health-14Damage=0 Health
>Pirates II are Routed 2/3 | -2D to tests, +6 Discipline

“AND LOOSE!”

The crash of bolts and arrow sent nearly twenty men to their death on the second volley. If any still had to will to fight you could not see it in their eyes now. A few throw down their arms, and begin to run to their own port side, desperately trying to free a rowboat from where it was rigged and escape your wroth. The sun had begun to make itself known and you could feel the warmth of wildfire growing in your eyes.

Pirate’s Warfare(Command) - Order: Rally
DC: 9
Roll: 4
>Failed.

Pirate’s Warfare(Command) - Order: Rally
DC: 9
Roll: 7
>Failed.

Despite it all, to some amount of hilarity you see a pirate trying to rally his comrades in myrish again. They run and stream past him, his words falling upon deaf ears. You think to silence him yourself but before you can pull an arrow taut a dirk is driven and twisted into the man’s belly by one of his own and he falls to the deck to bleed out with all the others. These men are broken, there is no fight left and you knew it. The more veteran of the men on starboard could now be singularly focused on now.

You hear Vargar’s words echoing out over the Narrow Sea as you look past the cog, “RELOAD, RELOAD YOU BLOODY BLIGHTERS!”

Somehow Red Farer had lodged its way between the pirate’s carrack and Sareya, the carrack was beginning to take on water quickly, and listing hard from where the ram had pierced its hull. There was still fighting occurring on the decks of the other ships, but it looked like Ser Jon had the better of it now, you think to of made him out just barely and hope your sight is true before craning your neck back and seeing to the state of the rest of the fleet.

You see another ship taking on water, there rowboats moving towards Bloody Seahorse and you believe that it is Jon’s ship Jeyne II that was sunk. The stern is riddled with ballista bolts, cracked and shattered and you watch it go under in a painfully long moment. Thankfully the ship that held your men seemed unscathed, but Eastern Wynds was limping to keep up with the pirated Kingcrab now as it sailed your direction again. Quitting the field? You do not have a good answer as your attention is called back to the battle at hand.

Ser Aeros Stonemont’s Warfare(Command) - Order: Attack
DC: 3
Roll: 9
>Success, One Degree.

Lady Obella’s Crew Attack I
DC: 8
Roll: 13
>Success, Two Degrees.
Damage: 3*2=6-4 AR=2
Resolving: 12 Health-2 Damage=10 Health
>Pirates I Damaged ¼ | -1D to tests, +3 Discipline

Ser Aeros has managed to cut deeper into the veteran pirates, flashes of sword and shield sending many sprawling to their death. Lady Obella’s crew had the better of them now without a proper commander to try to counterattack or press Aeros’ men off their ship. With the addition of your Arbalasters in a moment they would be as good as dead. Vargar is quick to work to have them form up ranks again as they reload though you know it will be a moment. A moment long enough to see these broken men surrendered and their arms thrown down, the first of two ships captured by yourself.

As Vargar sees to the men behind you, you stride forward placing a foot upon one of the few remaining gang planks and drawing your bow to its full length once more and calling out to the handful of broken men, “UNDO ANOTHER KNOT AND I’LL HAVE YOUR HAND! SURRENDER!”

Please roll 5D6+3 (5D+2 Blood of Valyria+1 Dragonbone Greatbow) for Persuasion(Intimidate).

Sorry how I keep switching up how I format these. Trying to settle into a good method that cuts up story and crunch. I think this one will stick.

Rolled 2, 6, 5, 3, 4 + 3 = 23 (5d6 + 3)

>>4473509

Rolled 1, 2, 6, 4, 3 + 3 = 19 (5d6 + 3)

>>4473509