>>4799062

Your first memory is the day of your creation; the incandescent light and thunderous roar of the forged behind you, the ranks of your brethren just beyond you, and the artificers and apprentices with their tools around you. They said you were different from most of your kind, an improvement on the common archetype. You would latter learn that they refer to your plating, as…
> Adamantine (+10DC, +30AV, Strong: +5DC). Your body is armored in adamantine one of the heavies and resilient metals in the world. At the cost of some mobility, you have a most formidable defense.
>Mithril (+13DC, +20AV, Quick: +5DC) Your body is armored in mithril, stronger that most metals and lighter still, you move and can react faster than your armored appearance leads others believe.
>Darkwood (+7DC, +15AV, Skilled: +5DC [Dexterous: +5DC Skill Craft], [Furtive:+5DC Stealth] ). Your body is made of an exotic wood known for its resilience and malleability. While not as strong or light as other substances your fingers and limps are far more articulated than your more armor brethren.


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https://twitter.com/ArtificerQM
Basic rules
https://pastebin.com/jE4ZeQZh
Credit to Forgotten for basically everything in the rules and much thanks to him for allowing me to use them.
Just a few things I want to share as we begin the character creation. This is my first time running a quest, so it likely I will make a few shortsighted mistakes along the way, but we will try to work around them when they happen. Second English is not my first language and while its good enough most of the time, it is by no means perfect. So please have little patience with me and feel free to point out any weird phrase or just anything wrong.

>>4799065
>Mithril (+13DC, +20AV, Quick: +5DC) Your body is armored in mithril, stronger that most metals and lighter still, you move and can react faster than your armored appearance leads others believe.

Mostly cause I like how it is described to look, and style is important.

>>4799065
>Darkwood (+7DC, +15AV, Skilled: +5DC [Dexterous: +5DC Skill Craft], [Furtive:+5DC Stealth] ). Your body is made of an exotic wood known for its resilience and malleability. While not as strong or light as other substances your fingers and limps are far more articulated than your more armor brethren.

We TREE BOI

>>4799065
>Adamantine (+10DC, +30AV, Strong: +5DC). Your body is armored in adamantine one of the heavies and resilient metals in the world. At the cost of some mobility, you have a most formidable defense.
Because hell yeah

>>4799065
>>Mithril (+13DC, +20AV, Quick: +5DC) Your body is armored in mithril, stronger that most metals and lighter still, you move and can react faster than your armored appearance leads others believe.

>>4799065
>Darkwood (+7DC, +15AV, Skilled: +5DC [Dexterous: +5DC Skill Craft], [Furtive:+5DC Stealth] ). Your body is made of an exotic wood known for its resilience and malleability. While not as strong or light as other substances your fingers and limps are far more articulated than your more armor brethren.

>>4799062
>Darkwood (+7DC, +15AV, Skilled: +5DC [Dexterous: +5DC Skill Craft], [Furtive:+5DC Stealth] ). Your body is made of an exotic wood known for its resilience and malleability. While not as strong or light as other substances your fingers and limps are far more articulated than your more armor brethren.

Voting closes in an hour, with an update soon after. Really happy with the response so far.

>>4799065
> Adamantine (+10DC, +30AV, Strong: +5DC). Your body is armored in adamantine one of the heavies and resilient metals in the world. At the cost of some mobility, you have a most formidable defense.

>>4799065
>Darkwood (+7DC, +15AV, Skilled: +5DC [Dexterous: +5DC Skill Craft], [Furtive:+5DC Stealth] ). Your body is made of an exotic wood known for its resilience and malleability. While not as strong or light as other substances your fingers and limps are far more articulated than your more armor brethren.

>>4799065
>>Darkwood (+7DC, +15AV, Skilled: +5DC [Dexterous: +5DC Skill Craft], [Furtive:+5DC Stealth] ). Your body is made of an exotic wood known for its resilience and malleability. While not as strong or light as other substances your fingers and limps are far more articulated than your more armor brethren.

I like the idea of being a wooden warforged. Its neat.

Voting close, small delay before the update.

Finner

>>4799065
>>Mithril (+13DC, +20AV, Quick: +5DC) Your body is armored in mithril, stronger that most metals and lighter still, you move and can react faster than your armored appearance leads others believe.

>>Darkwood (+7DC, +15AV, Skilled: +5DC [Dexterous: +5DC Skill Craft], [Furtive:+5DC Stealth] ). Your body is made of an exotic wood known for its resilience and malleability. While not as strong or light as other substances your fingers and limps are far more articulated than your more armor brethren.

…Darkwood platting, easily contrasted among the metal grey ranks of your forge brothers you were the focus of attention of the creators. Flexible, did not begin to describe the range of movement of your body when compare to other common warforged or humans.
A blur follows the rests of your early days, a non-stopping barrage of instructors and drill sergeants to instill the disciplines of war and combat while the artificers and artisans with their lessons and techniques on repair and maintenance of your own bodies; until new masters came to take their pick among the newly train.
What training specialized training did you receive before you were given to new masters?

>You were part of a batch selected for a new experimental regimen; train by other warforged in hand-to-hand combat along with pankration instructors and foreigner teachers. Your body is as much a weapon as the arms you wielded. [Martial Adept: +10DC (Never consider disarmed)]

>You were taken to be instructed by veterans and duelists to serve as bodyguard and champion to your future owner. Distinct from most of your kind you were train to be more warrior than a soldier. [Weapon Mastery +10 DC, choice between disarm or additional damage on a double.]

>You were giving the most unorthodox of trainings. Cutthroats, circus performers and never-do-wells hungry of the gold were your teachers. [Dirty fighting: +10DC, Blade Thrower: +7DC with range weapons]

>>4799280
>>You were giving the most unorthodox of trainings. Cutthroats, circus performers and never-do-wells hungry of the gold were your teachers

CLOWN BOT

>>4799280
>You were part of a batch selected for a new experimental regimen; train by other warforged in hand-to-hand combat along with pankration instructors and foreigner teachers. Your body is as much a weapon as the arms you wielded. [Martial Adept: +10DC (Never consider disarmed)]

Got to say it was a surprise to see Darkwood win, I was originally going to cut it because I thought no one was going to pick it. This makes things interesting. Also, you are not lock out of any of these traits, no matter what you pick. You will be to acquire by other means them later on.

>>4799280
>You were giving the most unorthodox of trainings. Cutthroats, circus performers and never-do-wells hungry of the gold were your teachers. [Dirty fighting: +10DC, Blade Thrower: +7DC with range weapons]

For reference, what do you mean by a double in the second choice?

>>4799280
>You were taken to be instructed by veterans and duelists to serve as bodyguard and champion to your future owner. Distinct from most of your kind you were train to be more warrior than a soldier. [Weapon Mastery +10 DC, choice between disarm or additional damage on a double.]

>>4799330
Its a 100d system, during combat if you roll 11,22, 33...etc. its a double. On a double I roll a 1d2 to see if you disarm or dealing an extra degree of damage to your opponent. With Weapon Mastery you get to choose which goes into effect.

>>4799348
I should also mention that disarming gives a -10 penalty on their combat DC.

>>4799280
>You were giving the most unorthodox of trainings. Cutthroats, circus performers and never-do-wells hungry of the gold were your teachers. [Dirty fighting: +10DC, Blade Thrower: +7DC with range weapons]
Full utility go

Going to leave the voting open until tomorrow.

>>4799280
>You were taken to be instructed by veterans and duelists to serve as bodyguard and champion to your future owner. Distinct from most of your kind you were train to be more warrior than a soldier. [Weapon Mastery +10 DC, choice between disarm or additional damage on a double.]

>>4799280
>>You were giving the most unorthodox of trainings. Cutthroats, circus performers and never-do-wells hungry of the gold were your teachers. [Dirty fighting: +10DC, Blade Thrower: +7DC with range weapons]

>>4799280
>>You were part of a batch selected for a new experimental regimen; train by other warforged in hand-to-hand combat along with pankration instructors and foreigner teachers. Your body is as much a weapon as the arms you wielded. [Martial Adept: +10DC (Never consider disarmed)]

>>4799280
>You were part of a batch selected for a new experimental regimen; train by other warforged in hand-to-hand combat along with pankration instructors and foreigner teachers. Your body is as much a weapon as the arms you wielded. [Martial Adept: +10DC (Never consider disarmed)]

Voting close, unorthodox of training wins. Considering the previous choice of Darkwood platting and the more exotic aspect of your training I'm also granting an additional bonus of Acrobatic +5 to [Pathfinding]. Full updated later today.

>>4800428
Circus Ringleader Woodforged that throws blades and does flips I'm pumped

>>4800763
same here, bud

Your training was most unorthodox in nature, it began as something closer to street brawl than the drills and lessons at forged. The first lessons were easy...
[red]-MOTHerfuc-...Alright, alright, woodenfucker can take a punch. Let see how he gives it back... [/red]
[red]THATS IT! Thats it! Keep on top of that fucker and don´t let up until he stops moving! [/red]
[red]...no such thing as a fair fight...[/red]
[red]...right between the legs... [/red]
…you learn to use your body better than before...
[green]...lower your center to get better balance...[/green]
[green]...let the full weight of your body carry you forward...[green/]
[green]-again, until you can hit the mark with your eyes close...[/green/]
[green]-use the speed of the roll to pick yourself up and,,,[/green]
...and improve in more subtle ways.
[red]-the ribs will get on the way to the heart-[/red]
[red]-deep in the soft spot on either side of the throat, none of that bullshit about cutting from ear to...[/red]
[red]...between the second and third rib, get that and they are done no matter what...[ /red]
[red]...knife through eye works as well...[/red]

>>4801656
When the instructors were satisfied with your training you were taken by your new master…

>One of your creators took an interest in you and kept you as his own, a discrete blade where an obvious one would not do, to secure the Forge and keep his secrets from intruders and rivals. In time you would learn some of them. [Arcane Adept: +5 Arcane Lore and +5 all Skill Craft]
>You were sold to a mercenary company of ill repute, always on the move from one employer to another, marching to the next war or border conflict. Tireless and unbothered by any weather or privation, you learn the mercenary trade well and found your place among the scouts of the company. [Train Scout: +5 all Scoutcraft] [Bully: Intimidation +5]
>An unscrupulous merchant needed a reliable agent to spy and sabotage his rivals and protect him in turn from them. The common sort proving themselves unreliable, your creators were happy to oblige. [Raconteur: +5 all Social Interactions] [Deft Hands: +5 Pickpocketing/Lockpicking]

Almost done with the background and we can get the properly started. Shame about the colors, IP betrays me again.

>>4801674
>An unscrupulous merchant needed a reliable agent to spy and sabotage his rivals and protect him in turn from them. The common sort proving themselves unreliable, your creators were happy to oblige. [Raconteur: +5 all Social Interactions] [Deft Hands: +5 Pickpocketing/Lockpicking]

>>4801674
>>An unscrupulous merchant needed a reliable agent to spy and sabotage his rivals and protect him in turn from them. The common sort proving themselves unreliable, your creators were happy to oblige. [Raconteur: +5 all Social Interactions] [Deft Hands: +5 Pickpocketing/Lockpicking]

Acrobatic, wooden thief ninja????

>>4801674
>An unscrupulous merchant needed a reliable agent to spy and sabotage his rivals and protect him in turn from them. The common sort proving themselves unreliable, your creators were happy to oblige. [Raconteur: +5 all Social Interactions] [Deft Hands: +5 Pickpocketing/Lockpicking]

>>4801674
>An unscrupulous merchant needed a reliable agent to spy and sabotage his rivals and protect him in turn from them. The common sort proving themselves unreliable, your creators were happy to oblige. [Raconteur: +5 all Social Interactions] [Deft Hands: +5 Pickpocketing/Lockpicking]

Voting is close. Update later today.

Update delay for tonight. Sorry guys.

>>4804399
>An unscrupulous merchant needed a reliable agent to spy and sabotage his rivals and protect him in turn from them. The common sort proving themselves unreliable, your creators were happy to oblige. [Raconteur: +5 all Social Interactions] [Deft Hands: +5 Pickpocketing/Lockpicking]

No problem, but you might want to give us a time estimate and a time zone. Not everyone on /qst/ is in the same area and it might already be night for them.

RIP

>>4806918
It's been less than 24 hours. Chill out.

>An unscrupulous merchant needed a reliable agent to spy and sabotage his rivals and protect him in turn from them. The common sort proving themselves unreliable, your creators were happy to oblige. [Raconteur: +5 all Social Interactions] [Deft Hands: +5 Pickpocketing/Lockpicking]

You were kept waiting at the forged for several days, just another sparring partner and instructor for newly created warforged or another pair of hands for the more tedious work of the forged, unsure of what could come next, but for the passing comment of the creators that few individuals were interested in your purchase. For the first time you had been restless; the cutthroats and thugs gave an idea of world outside the forge, where the naïve is taken advantage, weakness was a sign of easy prey to others, but they also passionately believe that the rewards out there for those with the skill and will to take them. Uncertainty had come uninvited into your mind, before commands had the simplicity of being carry out for being the natural thing to do, now there were questions in the back of your mind as to why you should.

When your sale materialized, it was not the full display in ranks and files of the warforged train as soldiers in the training yards or for the exhibition duels and dazzling display of your more shinning brethren for the rich and noble. It was more private affair in one of the smaller rooms of the Forge, intended for more business-like transaction, without the oaths and ceremonies that transpire when your brethren were to depart the walls of the Forge. Despite his unassuming presence and your initial indifference to the man, you could not help to notice his ability of to cajole, impress and charm your creators. Your purchase quickly, and almost insultingly so, became a secondary concern to the new business opportunities offer by their new business partner, like your previous instructors there was much that could be learn from this man…

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>>4807000
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u2DS-_qoFkA
You feel earth stirs around and your recollection is put aside in your mind, as the hope for freedom comes to the forefront. The sounds of digging and shovels ever so distinct coming closer and closer to you! A frantic struggle follows as you strain with all your strength to be release from your prison. The earth gives way and collapses around you; You have no need to breath, but you could swear the air tastes sweet in your mouth, so long have you been in darkness that even as the light blinds you welcome the pain. Now free from the insurmountable weight, you throw aside what rubble remains and let go of a cry of absolute joy and freedom.
Crack! https://www.epidemicsound.com/track/3eExN1TULW/

The sound of the whip brings you out of the euphoria of your release, and you take notice of your surroundings. Three hunch figures with open mouths, dwarves you recognize as your liberators: pickaxe and shovels in hand and almost naked, their skin bearing crude marks of slavery and the lash. A few paces away a hobgoblin cracks his whip again and yells at you, but you are not listening. You are already moving for a pickaxe.

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>>4807008
Pickpocketing Roll Might change the name to something more appropriate later on but lets go with this for now.
>Hesitating enemy/near object 70DC
>Dexterous: +5DC
>Deft Hands: +5DC
>Whip -5DC
>75DC


Critfail = The hobgoblin is clearly an expert with the whip and removes the pickaxe from your reach. -15DC
Double Fail = Lash to the face, AV roll.
0 = You stumble on the rubble disarm penalty -10DC
1 = You fumble with pickaxe begin the first round of combat with disarm penalty -10DC
2 = Arm yourself with the pickaxe before your enemy can react.
3 = With the pickaxe o hand you charge the goblinoid before he can compose himself. +10DC
Double pass = Catch the whip
Critpass = Pickaxe in one hand, whip in the other, your enemy is disarmed

Sorry for the the delays, still getting the hang of this. The character creation seem to be taking too long so I had to change a few things. Hopefully this will move forward more smoothly.

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>4807013

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>4807013

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>4807013

>>4807040
>>4807044
>>4807051
3 Success and a double pass! The Dice Gods approve of my quest! Writing.

>>4807055
wait a second . . . is this a roll low quest???

>>4807094
How could you not figure that out by all our char gen choices raising our DCs?

>>4807099
>reading numbers and mechanics

Sorry nerd, I have a life. I just read the words and click the one I like the most.

>>4807055

Hey QM, I know you're ESL, but when you use the word 'forged' is that because its a stylistic choice because we're Warforged? Because the word you're looking for - when referring to the noun - is forge.

>>4807125
Yeah, that's me messing up.

>>4807013

>Niggerl the Hobgoblin

What did the QM mean by this?

>>4807145

no problemo, you're doing great!

You move almost instinctually, pulling yourself free from the rubble as you charge forward, like an overflowing river that overcomes the dam, small stones fly out and hard dirt disintegrates into dust. Immobile for so long your whole body is almost hungry for movement; the pickaxe slips into your hand so easily, the dwarf who hold it previously fails to realize it was gone until you are already pass him. Your enemy reacts too slowly, the whip moves forward but not there is no crack, your hand holds the barded tips firmly and you close in on your enemy.


COMBAT
Warforged Nameless: Healthy
>Combat = 27DC [Healthy +5DC, Darkwood platting +7DC, Skilled +5DC, Dirty Fighting +10DC]
>Armour Value 15 [Darkwood platting +15AV]

VS
Hobgoblin Slaver: Healthy
>Combat = 18DC [Healthy +5DC, Cruel +5DC, Bullwhip +5DC, Crude Sword+3DC]
>Armour Value =10 [Leather Armor +10AV]

>DC 59

>Bullwhip temporarily unusable, all degrees of damage taken are reduce by one degree.

Crit-fail = Suffer a mighty blow (3 degrees of damage sustained AND dismounted/disarmed)
0 Success = Suffer a solid blow (2 degrees of damage sustained)
1 Success = Exchange glancing blows (1 degree of damage inflicted and sustained)
2 Success = Inflict a solid blow (2 degrees of damage inflicted)
3 Success = Inflict a mighty blow (3 degrees of damage inflicted)
Crit-pass = Inflict a killing blow (what it says on the tin)

>Bullwhip temporarily unusable, all degrees of damage taken are reduce by one degree.

Doubles Pass = +1 damage ignores opponent AV or /Disarmed penalty
Doubles Fail = Disarmed penalty

>3 rolls of 1d100

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>4807177

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>4807177

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>4807177

Rolled 6, 36 = 42 (2d100)

>>4807186
>>4807189
>>4807210

>2 Success = Inflict a solid blow (2 degrees of damage inflicted)

Rolling for Hobgoblin Slaver's armour save.

>>4807220
Wait no, forgot that the Pickaxe has a -10AV to your opponent. The Hobgoblin might as well be wearing paper towels right now and takes 2 degrees of damage. Writing take a little while.

The update will come tomorrow, I think working towards a single bigger update per day works better.

The hobgoblin realizes his error to late, hoping to maintain the distance between you with the whip he is unprepared when you are upon him with the pickaxe. His arm rises in a desperate attempt to stop the worn-out point of the pickaxe, but the force behind your swing it makes it a futile gesture at best. The leather offers no resistance, and you feel flesh give way and bone crack as the point comes crashing down in his shoulder.

The force and pain brings him down to his knees as he screams his lungs out, the right arm uselessly limb on his side as you now tower over him. You see the fight going out of him as he elicits another cry when you pull the pickaxe from his shoulder.

“Wa-Wait, don’t please.” He says as the sword drops to the ground and his working arm desperate holds the mangle shoulder. His words give you momentary pause and you take notice of your surrounding for the first time. A half buried in walls of harden sand is the ruin of a manor, a vague feeling of familiarity holds you in place, these arches and stones tell of a place you knew but could not place. Your thoughts quickly to the injure goblinoid, your impromptu entombment left you overly impulsive and aggressive to the imply threat, even if not truly directed at you. A quick glance at the dwarves, finds two of them frantically working to smash the chains binding them together while the third, already free, cautiously approaches you unsure what to expect from you, while keeping a hateful gaze on his tormenter, a shove on his hand tells you everything he intends if you do not finish the goblinoid yourself.

>Finish what you started.
>Allow the dwarf to as he wish.
>Stop the dwarf
>Writing in

>>4809318
>>Stop the dwarf
>>Writing in


WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?

WHERE AM I?

WHO ARE YOU?

>>4809550
+1

>>4809550
+1

>>4809550
+1

OK, I think I got to stop here. This has been a learning experience of what to do and not to do and more importantly what I can personally do. My vision a little too open ended and ambitious for my meager abilities. This is however not a complete dead-end. Hopefully soon I will be making one shot quests of more pre-set nature, to improve my skills as a QM and see what styles suit me and you better. We might even get the chance to revisit this particularly story in the future.

For those who participated you have my thanks, for who might have wanted more you have my sincere apologies and I hope I can make it up to you soon.

>>4811262
Excited to see what the future has in store for you, keep practicing. Honestly wasn't a half bad set up to a quest

>>4811262
No prob, man--practice makes perfect. Thanks for trying AND, most importantly, letting us know instead of just ghosting. Looking forward to your next one!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cGJ_IyFwieY

I'll be using the corpse of this quest for my updates until I decide to make the next thread.

>>4824747
Based

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Welcome to Joffrey Baratheon Self Insert Quest, where you play as the cursed QM Elsweyr who has been punished for his questing sins by being cast into the body of the most unlikable Game of Thrones character - one destined for failure and death - on the day of his 12th birthday, right before the events of the A Song of Ice And Fire novels start to occur.

Last time, Joffrey Baratheon encouraged Arya’s thirst for combat, went boar hunting with his father, found three baby piglets for him and his siblings to raise as pets and visited Bran’s sickroom in the aftermath of the boy’s traumatic fall from the Broken Tower.

Now, Joffrey Baratheon speaks with Catelyn Stark.

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Joffrey%20SI

>>4824836
KEK

6 Offer your sympathies for the loss of her sister

8 Tell Catelyn it wasn’t her fault Bran fell.

7 Tell her you’ll keep her daughters safe in King’s Landing. Both of them.

11 Suggest Bran’s direwolf should be allowed into the sickroom to be with its master

4 Threaten to have Catelyn’s nephew killed if she doesn’t have sex with you

1 Remain Silent

Votes tallied

>>4824899
No fate point for the smut?

>>4824915
You lose fate points for getting my thread auto-archived.

Reasonable and based

>>4824922
That was me tho. Do good intentions count for nothing in this world?

>>4825002
I guess only results matter mate. It's a shame that hell is paved with good intentions. I do commend you for actually trying to do shit though, way better than me shitposting lad.

>>4825002
Your results were terrible and I doubt your good intentions.

>>4825083
You won't read what I wrote, but if you did you would see that I put in a few hours into it.

>>4825102
And you prematurely killed something i put a few DOZEN hours into, faggot

Go die in a fire

>>4825110
I had no idea this was going to happen

>>4825141
>posting smut on a blue board
>get a thread deleted and insist you deserve a reward for good intentions
>tripfagging

>>4825141
Anon, just let sleeping dogs lie. Trick is riled up atm, so the best strategy here is nonengagement.

>>4825152
They never learn

>>4825141
You lost. Give up. Owarida.

>>4825110
Stop being a faggot, faggot. The shit was good. The mod is just a nigger.

>>4825141
Yes you did

>>4825442
Wrath is a bad shade on you, Tricky, honey.

I thought this quest is good, and I'm going to continue it. I'll post the update within 24 hours.

>>4826340
Based

I'm gonna copy paste coom anon's work in all its glory because I think Trick is being a little ungrateful here and that shit should be preserved in the archive.

>>4826382
>ungrateful

QMs are now required to be grateful over unsolicited coomer textwalls? Back to akun.

>>4826382
Based

From your place leaning on the wall, you gaze at the piteous scene. Bran looks almost like a corpse while his mother feeds him his medicinal herbs. You feel a pang of guilt for not being able to save him from this fate, but crush it as quickly as it comes, and focus more on the woman before you. Lady Catelyn Stark may look haggard, unkempt and unwashed, but for all that she still gives your mother a run for her money on being the most beautiful woman in the continent.

Her shapely figure cannot hide itself even beneath the thick dress she wears. You notice her long, slender fingers feeding the soup-like substance to Bran, moving elegantly. She wipes some of the stuff dripping out of Bran’s open mouth with her index finger, and you’re instantly reminded of your mother doing the same to you after you’ve given her ‘The Lord’s Kiss’ and a powerful orgasm. The thought has you standing at half-mast already, and you shift your position a bit to try to hide it.

The movement finally reminds Catelyn that she’s not alone with Bran, and she looks up from her position kneeling over the young Stark, treating you a marvelous view of her bountiful breasts, exposed through the top of her dress. Even the conservative cut of her dress can’t stop these milkers from peeking out. Damn, you lick your lips unconsciously. Are they bigger than your mother’s? You can’t properly tell until you’ve had them in your hands. You find that you do want to know. You’re already fucking your mother almost every other day, do you really want to miss out on Catelyn fucking Stark? It is a big risk, likely to get your head chopped off if it fails, but so was fucking Cersei, and she has come around fabulously. Who can say Catelyn won’t be the same?

You assess the situation quickly in your mind. Your father and the royal party had been growing antsy for a while waiting for Bran to recover, so Ned Stark had suggested a second hunt in the Wolfswood, perhaps hoping that killing a few animals would cool their blood. So it happens that most of the menfolk are out hunting, leaving only a handful of guards and the women and children in the castle. You had begged off with a trivial excuse, hoping to find some time to fuck your mother’s brains out. But it looks like another MILF is going to get it today.

Your mind made up, you look the redheaded beauty in the eyes and give her the real Joffrey’s trademark shiteating grin. You take two steps to close the door, then bar it with the wooden block kept for this purpose.

“Your Grace!” Catelyn almost shouts, standing up to her full height, “what is the meaning of this?”

It takes some effort to speak calmly, because your heart is beating loudly against your chest due to the risk you’re about to take.

“Lady Stark. We have some.. sensitive matters to discuss. Enough to warrant some privacy for the conversation.”

>>4826411
It was at least semi-solicited

>>4826485
“What sensitive matters?” she speaks harshly, her crazed eyes darting around the room to find something to protect herself. Unfortunately for her, the sickroom is rather sparsely decorated. The only potential weapon she can reach is the wooden bowl in her hands. You smirk as you realize her helplessness.

“Matters concerning your sister, and her.. unfortunate death. Why don’t you take a seat on your bed here, my lady. Then we can talk.”

Your tone is light, but your left hand hovers near your Valyrian steel dagger. Catelyn’s eyes see this also, and she gets the message. Scowling, she puts the bowl down carefully by the bedside table, then moves to the other side of the small room to sit on her bed, almost trembling. You move towards her, looming tall over her as she takes her seat by the edge of the bed. She looks up at you with an expression that is afraid, but also hateful, full of loathing.

You take a moment to revel in her impotent hate, then continue, “You see Lady Stark, I was the one who caught Lysa fleeing the Red Keep after poisoning her husband,” you twist the truth liberally to manipulate the gorgeous ginger into being fucked by you, “And she revealed a great many secrets to me. Secrets that I kept out of her trial, and out of the knowledge of the King. So far.” You pause for effect.

Catelyn’s eyes search your face for any hints of deception. She doesn’t find whatever she’s looking for. When you show unwillingness to proceed, she’s forced to ask in a jittery voice, “What secrets?”

“That your brother and father were both involved in the plot to kill Jon Arryn,” a horrified gasp escapes her, but you barrel on before she can interrupt, “That they came to know that her son Sweetrobin was not Jon Arryn’s son but Petyr Baelish’s,” another gasp and she starts uttering denials, but you raise your voice and speak over her, “That they knew that if she was discovered, she would be executed, perhaps her son as well. And knowing all of this and acting on House Tully’s words, they put family above all and advised Lysa to kill her husband with Baelish’s help, framing the Lannisters and acting the innocent widow.”

You utilize your lawyerly skills from your previous life to speak with so much confidence and conviction that even you believe that pile of lies. Somewhat. Catelyn’s a smart woman, though, and her rebuttals are quick.

“Lies. Lies, lies and damned lies. You’re a fool if you think even an idiot will believe this farfetched tale,” she says venomously.

>>4826491
You give her a cheeky wink, “Oh, my lady. But they already believe it! At least a version of it. When I reveal this further confession, they’ll be all too ready to pin the blame on your brother and father. And who will say otherwise? Lysa is dead and Baelish branded a traitor, fled across the sea. I have a dozen witnesses who’ll back me up. And in case you haven’t noticed, my father favors me highly these days. Why, he almost made me Hand instead of your husband! Why won’t he listen to me?”

The Stark matriarch’s face pales as you say this with complete and utter confidence, the realizations sinking in her mind. The houses of the Riverlands are already a fractious lot, they’ll be jumping over each other to blame her family and get themselves named the new Lord Paramount of the Trident. Hoster and Edmure will find little support among their vassals when the favoured Crown Prince accuses them. Not to mention her nephew, Sweetrobin, by this time already in your Grandfather’s custody. He would be disinherited and branded a bastard at the very least, sent to the Wall or executed at the worst.

Catelyn’s wise enough to figure this out. You watch in amused fascination as each of these realizations hit her one by one, her face crumpling and her anger giving way to despair. Her eyes water and fat droplets of tears threaten to burst. Her posture slackens and she asks morosely, “What do you want?”

Ah. She’s accepted her defeat. Now’s the time to capitalize. You take a step forward and lean down, one hand coming to rest on her shoulder, the other cupping her chin to make her eyes meet yours. Boldly, you say a single word, “You.”

The older woman’s jaw drops wordlessly, closing, then opening again like a fish (you congratulate yourself mentally for that pun). It takes a moment for her to process what you said, but when she does her nostrils flare angrily, and she pushes your hands away from herself with surprising strength, her outrage overpowering the previous glumness.

“Disgusting lecher!” she shrieks, “How dare you! Give me one reason why I shouldn’t call the guards right now and have you executed, for daring to threaten the Lady of this Castle?”

Calmer than you feel inside, you speak, “I’ll give you two, my lady. For one, I have this,” you draw out your dagger carefully, “and the guards won’t get through that door in time. Secondly, my loyal Hound, Sandor Clegane, is practicing down below in the yard. I can assure you my lady, he can butcher whatever paltry guard left here without breaking a sweat. Do you want to test the truth of those words? Or will you do as I say?” you smile mirthlessly, keeping the dagger pointed at Catelyn, but your eyes alternating between her and Bran.

>>4826340
Double quest in a single thred? I love it

>>4826494
It works as intended, and she realizes for the first time that Bran’s life may also be in danger. The boy she has spent the last two weeks trying to nurse back to health. Her posture sags as she looks towards you, the barred door, and Bran in indecision. Down below, the boy’s unnamed direwolf has gone quiet.

If she can’t make up her mind, you’ll help her do it. You sheathe your dagger quickly and surge forward, catching a hold of both of her hands, and capturing her lips with yours. Her entire body goes stiff and she stumbles as you collide into her. You use her imbalance to push her upon the bed, climbing over her body. She tries resisting but even you can feel that the fight is just not there. After you’ve had your fill, you break your connection and rest your forehead against hers, one hand cupping her cheek, the other circled tightly around her waist.

She’s weeping openly now and begs you, “Please. Stop.”

“Catelyn,” you reply, testing the feeling of her name on your lips. You like it. “You’ll find that I am a man of singular determination. If I want something, I take it. And right now, I want you.”

You dive in for another kiss, but she shuts her mouth tightly, denying your tongue entry. Even pinching her backside with your hand does not lead her to gasp as you expected. You growl in frustration, breaking apart again.

“Not here,” she pleads through her clenched teeth, “not in front of Bran.”

You’re having none of it, though. “I’m not getting out of this room until I’ve had you, Catelyn. Bran is not waking anytime soon either. Now are you going to respond by yourself or do I have to get the dagger first?” you threaten. That reminds her of the helplessness of her situation, and she settles down, not resisting further. The defeat is clear in her expression.

This time you slam your lips upon hers and pry them open with force, invading her mouth with your tongue. You feel her anger, but you keep at it until you feel her strength waning, slowly but surely. It takes a long time, but she begins responding to your lips slowly, while you keep fiercely kissing her in lust. Eventually her arms circle around the back of your neck, and she pulls you in to deepen the kiss, squeezing her eyes shut.

You allow her to continue for a minute, then slip off her mouth and roam your lips down her neck, biting her skin as you indulge your lust. Kissing tenderly beneath her earlobe. Cat’s fingers dance through your silky golden hair as you softly kiss at that sensitive spot behind her ear, eliciting her moans as well as the goosebumps on her skin. Her toes curl and her moans grow louder, but she bites her lips to try and suppress it.

You can no longer hold, you begin discarding her heavy robes and pulling them off her feet. Her eyes snap open and meet yours, uncertainty meeting strong resolve.

“Joffrey, stop. We cannot.” She breathes heavily, one last effort at changing course.

>>4826498
“I do not care. I want you. I’ve wanted you, since the day I saw you greeting us at the gates of Winterfell. A lion takes what he wants,” you whisper in her ear. Then you get back to your task, tearing away her smallclothes and discarding them to the side of the bed. She lays there naked before your eyes, eyes filled with deep shame and not a small amount of lust. She’s beautiful, with her pale skin and pronounced curves. Now that you’ve had a closer look, her breasts are definitely bigger than your mother’s. Time to find out if she’s a better fuck too.

You stand up again and take little time in disposing of your own clothes; cloak, tunic, breeches and smallclothes all coming off within seconds. When your hard cock slips free, it draws a whimper and a whine from the naked redhead as she stares at your engorged shaft.

“Y-You can’t… please, that t-thing will never fit inside of me…”

You laugh at her misfortune, your cock was prodigious for a boy of your age, and you thanked whatever Gods that had sent you here for it every time you fucked Cersei into a mindless stupor. You decide to rub it in before rubbing it inside her. “Tell me truly, who has a bigger cock, me or your husband?”

“You,” the answer escapes her almost immediately, and as she realizes this her face turns bright crimson, her expression one of sheer disgrace. It looks like you’re quite bigger than Ned in that department. Good to know.

You slide into the bed and settle on top of her, making her blush like a maiden girl. It looks like she only made love with Lord Stark in the missionary position under the sheets. You on the other hand, do not care for modesty, looking down at her as if you want to feast on her. She looks scared, but also a bit pleased by your desire for her.

Wasting no time, you kiss her neck right beneath her chin and then drag your lips down the valley of her gorgeous tits, giving each tit its deserved attention with your mouth and your fingers, alternating between sucking them and pinching them. Then you continue down to her stomach. You kiss her belly button once making her sigh in lust, and go down to her soaking womanhood. Your slightly calloused hands grip her full thighs tightly and you part her legs to kiss her wet snatch. She’s burning red, from head to toe, in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

She feels your nimble tongue slide against her slit, making her body shudder and her breath shiver. “Oh gods!” She blurts out when you invade her layers and find the hooded nub. Your flailing wet and warm tongue roams around and your lips suckle on her nub, savouring her juices as if you are tasting the sweetest wine.

Her fingers find your hair and she grabs them with enough force to yank off some of them. But you don’t stop, you keep eating her out gently yet vigorously. She doesn’t need words to tell you that this hasn’t been done to her ever before.

>>4826503
It doesn’t take long, your almost painful grip on her thighs does not stop her from wrapping her legs around your shoulders and pushing you in closer.

“Seven hells!” She curses, “I ca-, I cann-…” She whimpers.

“SWEET MOTHER!!!” She screams, her entire body convulsing, her toes curling and her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She peaks and comes as she has probably never come before.

You can wait no longer; you shift your position and line up your cock, feeling the heat and moisture of Catelyn's pussy. You rub the head of your cock against her vulva, lubricating it before beginning to push it into her, the thick head pressing against her pink delicate lips.

The pressure grows and the very tip of your cock begins to slip slightly into her. She moans loudly and whorishly, her body tensed. You continue to push your cock past her pussy lips, taking your time. Slowly, the massive head begins to slide into her. You push deeper and deeper into her, Catelyn moaning loudly as you invade her tight passage before growling in triumph as you reach balls deep within the redhead.

You place your hands on the bed just above her shoulders and slowly withdraw all but the head, showing a thick, wet, cock, glistening in the sunlight streaming in from the window. You look into her eyes, and with a long powerful thrust, slam your rock-hard cock hard into her tight, moist pussy, making the lady of Winterfell nearly scream her lungs out as you hit her cervix.

Grabbing her tightly, you start thrusting into her pussy. Thrust after powerful thrust rocks her beautiful mature body. The room is soon filled with the musky scent of sex and the sounds of flesh slapping into flesh wetly. Catelyn starts screaming and moaning and begging to be fucked harder, her hips gyrating and rocking faster and harder to meet your forceful thrusts as orgasms began to rip through her again and again.

As you feel your end approaching, you abandon all precautions and force your cock deeply into Catelyn's body and slam into her with all your might, the head of your cock pressing hard against her cervix. You throw back your head in ecstasy and with a groan, shoot jet after jet of semen against the back wall of Catelyn's hot pussy. Your hands hold her hips tightly against you with your cock buried inside her to the hilt. Your mouth finds hers again as you come, kissing her passionately and possessively as you seed her womb.

Several minutes later, you slowly withdraw your cock, excess cum leaking from her pussy. Catelyn collapses on the bed, exhausted, her pussy still pulsing and twitching from the fucking she received. She was yours now.

>>4826504
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Catelyn Stark couldn’t fathom her actions. Now that the orgasmic high was gone, she was thinking once again. She had shared a bed with the Crown Prince, the boy who threatened her and her family. Her mind tried to rationalise her actions, but she could see it for what it was. A part of her told her that she did this to protect her precious children, but this was so much more than that. This was two people with a carnal itch satisfying their animalistic urges.

She couldn’t move, she was stuck close to his body. His lightly muscled arm was wrapped around her naked waist, his hand resting on her arse, his fingers still between her thighs. Her face was burning pink. She tried to pry herself out of his grasp, but he consciously pulled her closer, his fingers tightening around her arse.

“You’re not going anywhere, Cat.” His words came swiftly. Her name out of his lips sent shivers down her skin, part of it frightening, part of it maddening and part of it arousing her.

“I must…” She insisted sharply.

His eyes snapped open as he shifted on his side, her body still etched to his side. He leaned in, his forehead almost touching hers, his lips hovering above hers. She lost her breath, as a warm fluttering blossomed in her stomach.

“You may not. You are mine.” He answered simply.

His lips brushed hers and her resistance melted away.

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Unnoticed by the two lovers, an emaciated eight-year-old boy sits up in his bed, staring uncomprehendingly at the tangled bodies of his mother and another man, sweating profusely. The flapping of wings outside the room’s window distracts his confused gaze. A singular crow perches itself at the window’s sill and cocks its head, first noticing Bran, then staring at the naked couple in the room with a piercing, inhuman gaze.

“Snow,” it screeches, loudly in a ringing voice. “Snow!”

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Credit goes to Smutposter anon >>4825002

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Anonymous ## Mod 05/22/21(Sat)13:40:16 No.4826611

Erotic roleplay is not permitted.