If this is being read in the archives and Thread 21 is still missing, it can be found under House Malroy’s tag as it was misarchived. I am working on getting it archived again properly but I believe these things take time. The title will be “A Song of Revenge and Gold: House Malroy Quest I Prologue”.

Dramatis Personae:
>Ser Mervyn Reynold, 27, Our MC.
Ser Mervyn grew up the son of a bastard hedge knight who did not know his father and a blacksmiths daughter. After his mother passed at the age of 5, his father began travelling the westerlands to sell his sword to anyone who would hire him. Eventually, the man passed away to a pox when Mervyn was 17, but not before knighting his son. He than took his fathers horse and mule and travelled in the same way. Eventually, he heard of a tourney for a young maiden’s hand, he attended and won handily over many much nobler knights..

>Alyssa Reynold, 19, Mervyn’s Wife
Alyssa is a pretty young girl, and mother to hers and Ser Mervyn’s infant son, Marqus. She is driven and tenacious, if not impatient and occasionally jealous, and she has been reared to be a player in the game by her mother. While not considered beautiful as her elder sister might be, her red curls and sea green eyes certainly make her comely. She is gifted at weaving through the art of noble intrigue and has a knack for remembering heraldry and house history.

>Lord Titus Reynold, 47
Lord Titus was born Titus Lantell of Lannisport, and grew up to be a knight who swore his sword to the Lannisters. During the Reyne/Tarbeck Rebellion, he was commanded by Tywin Lannister to march with 300 men to confine the Lady Elleanor, then a maiden of 16 years, and prevent House Reynold from aiding the Reynes and Tarbecks in rebellion as a favour to her father, the late Lord Marqus. A relatively oafish man who cares not for the workings of his house, he is not without a degree of cunning and ultimately seeks to usurp his wife as the true head of the house. A man now bedridden after surviving an assassination attempt by his lady wife.

>Lady Elleanor Reynold, 37
Lady Elleanor is a woman who remembers. Once betrothed to Ser Reynard Reyne, she endured losing both her father and betrothed in the span of a year at the age of 16, and was subsequently married off to a lowly knight of Lannisport. She endured the dishonour, even providing 6 children to her husband, all in the memory of her father and Reynard. She was the true power in Ember Peak, but has now disappeared after she was summoned to Casterly Rock. Her whereabouts and status are currently unknown.

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--- 08/06/283 ---
Kings Landing

You had ridden through the night as hard and as fast as Pride would carry you. His steel clad hooves had sounded against the stonework of the Gold Road in an unwavering rhythm for hours upon hours without so much as missing a beat. The other two beasts had kept up as well and together they made a chorus of drumbeats that an army could march to. You’d removed your helmet and could feel the icy bite of winter stinging at your ears and face but it was preferable to the scent of vomit that resided in your helm.

You’d vomited almost as soon as you were through the gates of Steadhold. The contents of your stomach had sprung forth unbidden and it hadn’t stopped until you had had retched up black bile and dry heaved in the saddle. You had fumbled with your helm and tied it off onto your saddle before trying to wipe away the mess that had dripped down your armour to little avail. It was stained and sticky with drying blood and your bile only contributed to the mess. The smell of the cold winter air and burning wood along with the stink of King’s Landing was almost enough to mask the smell as the walls of King’s Landing grew larger and larger with every stride.

There were a number of small shanties that had sprung up outside the walls but most of them were reduced to piles of burning logs, thatch and ash. You rode hard up towards the Lion’s Gate and found that it’s gates had been left open. A few men who were dressed in the crimson cloaks of House Lannister were milling about the gate and what was clearly a captain clad in a gilded breastplate stepped forward to speak with you. The men that surrounded him took up their arms and you once more found yourself at the wrong end of a crossbows.

“Hold it right there. I don’t recognize your arms Ser. Identify yourself.”

He spoke with a commanding and confident tone and his hands idly toyed with the longsword that was sheathed at his hip. The painted black eagle which adorned your shield had been largely chipped away over the course of battle after battle, leaving mostly a field of red and a part of a yellow bend.

“Ser Mervyn Reynold, of Ember Peak.”

“Reynold? Ha. You’re late. Might’ve expected as much as from anyone who served that traitorous bitch.”

His men chuckled and joined in with a variety of comments and jests that caused you to grit your teeth. The captain waved them off when he addressed you again. He spoke with a smug confidence and no small amount of derision in his voice.

“What held you up Reynold? Had to make sure that your murderous bitch got away to safety before you could join us?”

Your answer was a single word uttered low and dangerously. “Steadhold.”

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“Is that supposed to mean something to me? You’ve abandoned your post then?”

“No. I’m here to find Ser Tygon Reynold and Lord Tywin Lannister. Where are they?”

The mention of Tywin Lannister gave the man pause for a brief moment as he studied you carefully. Lord Tywin will be at Maegor’s Holdfast. He has encircled the keep and is preparing to storm it. Word from the north is that a host of Northmen are marching down the Kings road. Last I heard was that the Reynolds were there with him. Lord Tywin’s keeping him on a short leash.”

More laughter followed from his men that pounded in your head like a drum. You gave Pride a kick stirring him into a brisk walk and rode past them. The captain called out to you but you ignored him and he and his men went back to whatever it was they had been doing. Riding through the long tunnel that served as the gatehouse took what seemed an eternity. You looked above and about and could see murderholes with which defenders would be able to wreak havoc on an attacker but there were no defenders in sight.

In that stone tunnel you were utterly alone with nothing but your thoughts. Had Tygon known what awaited him here at King’s Landing or what was to happen at Steadhold? Had Tywin Lannister intended this from the moment he had called his banners and marched from Casterly Rock? Where had Elleanor disappeared to and what had she done with your son? Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, you thought about what sort of man you had become. You had changed since leaving Ember Peak to fight in this war…

You had slain your father when you had become a man. Some men might have excused that if you had been defending yourself but you had killed him for revenge, for a lifetime of vicious beatings and guilt for your mothers death. You had watched the life leave his eyes as you strangled him before stealing off with his armour, his horse and mule. You had broken guest right in Steadhold and slain both your host and a friend. Whether men would know of these deeds only time would tell but the Gods knew and the Father Above himself would call you Cursed.

Men would use a different word to describe your deeds. So much of your past was of questionable merit that was only worthy of scorn. From being born with the bastard name of Hill, to slaying Ser Herman Swyft for insulting your wife, to slaughtering an entire village and killing a small girl with your bare hands. Yet these largely remained in the shadow of your greatest crime in the eyes of the Westerlands. You had been the sworn shield of Lady Elleanor Reynold. A viper, a traitor and a poisoner. You knew that some lords of the West had supported her and even shared in her feelings towards Lord Tywin and yet when push came to shove they had seemingly abandoned her. Her infamy would hang over all those who shared her name but you had chosen to serve her. For that men would call you Ignoble.

You had always done what was necessary to survive. You had slept in barns, stables and under hedges for much of your life. You had been hungry and stolen food. Seven Hell you had killed for food. Those days rested easy on your conscience. It was first the murder of your father that weighed on your own mind and haunted your dreams. His purple face and blood shot eyes looking up at you as you strangled him. How in your dreams he so often threatened to tell Alyssa the truth about you. Now you feared to sleep for the terror that Pastorn would stand beside him with his green eyes looking at you in shame. You had not seen him yet but somehow you knew that his spectre would stay with you. For those reasons, you would call yourself Haunted.

Your last moments with Pastorn were the last thoughts in your head as you rode through the gatehouse towards the light of day once more. Honourable he had called you. A man of chivalry. How wrong he had been. The thought made you chuckle morbidly as you shook your head, a sound that sounded more like a death rattle than honest mirth. Perhaps though you were capable of being the man your friend thought you were. He had knighted you before he died and your first deed as a knight was one as unhonourable as could be imagined. Chivalry was a concept that was largely foreign to you but it was a code Pastorn would have expected of you. He would have called you Honourbound.

As you rode out into the light it was as if you had ridden into hell itself. Bodies littered the ground and lay where they had been cut down and many of the buildings were smouldering ruins. You slowed Pride down to a walk before reining him in to a stop. A child was crouched down on the cobblestones picking through a dead mans clothes whilst a mangy dog was worrying at a dead childs leg. Meanwhile all around there were small fires crackling and smothering the streets in smoke…

--- Who do you seek out in Kings Landing? ---
>Lord Tywin Lannister
>Ser Tygon Reynold

>>4490126
>Ser Tygon Reynold

Welcome back, Joe! I hope this thread goes smoother than the previous one. Did we just gain 4 Drawbacks at once?

>>4490130
No that would be far too much punishment. After this vote of who you all want to see there will be a vote to spend experience and which Drawback to choose. That was just a way to fluff it out is all.

>>4490126
>Lord Tywin Lannister
right to the source

>>4490126
>Ser Tygon Reynold

>>4490126
>Ser Tygon Reynold

I don't see how we would rate calling upon Tywin, especially when he is preoccupied. If he wants us, he will send for us.

Get the feeling Mervyn hates himself

>>4490126
>Ser Tygon Reynold

Cool. Tygon it is. Now onto experience and other things!

Spending Experience
Mervyn currently has 30 Experience to spend. Some suggestions for it might include agility, athletics, fighting, endurance or persuasion but feel free to suggest others. Additionally, experience may be spent in Bonus Dice although that rarely seems to be a popular option. I will also remind everyone of that caps that are in place as well.

Rank 6 – 0/1
Rank 5 – 2/3
Rank 4 – 4/6
Rank 3 – 7/8

>Agility (Increase Combat Defense)
>Athletics (Increases Melee Damage and Strength)
>Endurance (Increases Health and Resilience)
>Fighting (Self Explanatory)
>Persuasion (Self Explanatory)
>Something Else (Write in)
>None, Bank it for later

Gaining a Drawback

Given that we are over twenty threads in now I think it’s an appropriate time for Mervyn to gain a drawback. I’ve included the aforementioned four but write-ins are always welcome. Gaining a Drawback does mean as well that Mervyn gains a Destiny Point which can be spent or saved as per the following vote which will take place after this one is settled.

>Cursed
The Seven had seen you at your lowest and they had cursed your name. When spending and/or burning a Destiny Point, roll a D6. On the roll of a 1, the Destiny Point is lost with no benefit.

>Ignoble
Your fellow countrymen have named you as an ignoble man unworthy of trust and of ill repute. You must take -1D on all Persuasion and Status Tests when conversing with people who know of your reputation.

>Haunted
Your past haunted your thoughts and dreams and made it difficult to focus on your surroundings. You must take -1D on all awareness tests. However, during the first round of combat you may add +1 to your roll for every point you have invested in Memory.

>Honourbound
Knighthood could change a man, and it had changed you. You would no longer sully your name with lies, deceit, and treachery like Lady Elleanor had done for you. You must take a -1D penalty to all tests when performing unsavoury and dishonourable actions.

>Something Else
Write In…

>>4490200
>Haunted

Not really sure what to upgrade though

>>4490126
>>Ser Tygon Reynold

>>4490208
Bit late there mate

>>4490200
>Persuasion
We've done a lot of it and have yet to upgrade it.

>Ignoble
Honestly, this is the worst take mechanically, but I think it's easily the most appropriate because there is little reason why we wouldn't be seen as ignoble with everything that has happened.

>>4490200
I say we bump Endurance up to 5. Next time around cap Fighting at 6.

I think Enduramce makes the most sense given the war Mervyn just fought and how he's spent the part of 6 months out in the cold and on battlefields. Plus 15 health, an additional injury and wound is fucking nice.

>Honourbound
Mervyn trying to right his course onto a better path following the death of a dear friend and everything else that has happened sounds like a good story to me.

>>4490200
>Warfare
I liked that siegecraft idea that was tossed around a while back. Mervyn has also been in so many battles, so I feel like increasing it makes sense. Would probably go well with art/drawing as well and be good addition when we get landed.

>Honourbound
Not sure about the full heel-face turn, but Mervyn at least trying to be a better man/knight after murdering his best friend sounds like a good lingering drawback for him to carry with him. I feel as if Pastorn telling Mervyn he was honourable, despite all he's done, would really stick with him.

>>4490200
>Persuasion
>Cursed
Destiny points are so rarely used in the quest that I'm comfortable with a 16% chance of not being able to use one.

>>4490200
>Persuasion
>Ignoble

Alright for drawbacks I'm seeing a three was tie between Haunted, Ignoble and Honourbound.

Experience looks like Persuasion has three, Endurance has one, and Warfare has one.

My day is getting away from me as my Thanksgiving plans have changed so I'm going to leave this open for the better part of the day. I should be back around 7-8pm MST! See you all then

>>4490200
>Endurance

>Cursed
It all started with our father. Merv has been cursed ever since.

>>4490273
He has the Lucky benefit... It's hard to see it as more than a number crunching option unless we're ditching that benefit too.

>>4490278
The Gods giveth, and the Gods taketh away.

>>4490280
... so long as it is at a 16% chance, right? Too gamey.

>>4490200
>Persuasion
Leaning towards Deception though

>Ignoble
Hurts the most crunchwise but makes sense storywise

>>4490200
>Persuasion
>Ignoble

>>4490200
>>Persuasion (Self Explanatory)
>Honourbound

>>4490200
>Persuasion (Self Explanatory)
>Cursed

Imagine picking persuasion and ignoble

>>4490200
>>Persuasion
>Cursed

>>4490452
Imagine powergaming when this quest already runs with the lowest persuasion DCs and doesn't use intrigue damage. These games would be so much better if QMs handled these meta votes based on player actions instead of letting them always choose the path of least resistance.

>>4490282
They all fit the narrative
Cursed - Merv is a kinslayer. cursed goes with the territory
Ignoble - Drox is going to tell everyone he can that Merv killed the Malroys.
Haunted - dude has lost just about every friend he had and had to kill his best friend to boot
Honorbound - Merv was just knighted in earnest by his best friend. He was given commands by that knight .

Dismissing any as "gamey" is disingenuous. They all fit and I think honestly that Cursed or Haunted has been with Merv the longest.

>>4490511
I could easily vote for Haunted as well. Honorbound is the sort of thing I would go for after a long talk with Alyssa. I picked Ignoble because I think we should have it anyway when looking untrustworthy to virtually every faction for different reasons.

Cursed, though? Not with Lucky and definitely not with a percentage breakdown of relevancy next to it. That's what is gamey. Even with the perfectly reasonable fluff, it is still directly contradicted by a chosen benefit.

>>4490528
well it was designed with a percentage so that it's not overly crippling. Imagine not getting to use any destiny points. No one would ever pick it and that would be a gamey choice. Plus, cursed and lucky can go together. It's in how you write them.

All of Merv's friends die in a battle (cursed - destiny points didn't save his failures), Merv is unhorsed but somehow his foot was caught in the stirrup and Pride rode off taking Merv with him instead of Merv falling and breaking his neck (Lucky saved Merv's animal handling roll)

>>4490194
>Deception
>Ignoble
Any other combination is gay and powergaming

>>4490200
>Deception
>Ignoble
And if not Deception then Endurance. He has been through hell both emotionally and physically. That legendary level whipping alone would've tempered him.

>>4490577
I like the combination too. And what >>4490490 has said: this is a good choice narratively.

>>4490226
I suggested the siegecraft idea originally but this doesn't feel like the time for it.

As for potential benefits, it looks like there isn't much of a choice. Nothing to gain from any category apart from martials with bludgeon fighter II or armor mastery.
And rank 2 feels like a trap with 6D (21 average) against opponents who will have around 10-12 CD. That's -1 lesser action and -1 or -2 to tests. Not like our opponents spend their actions on anything but attacking.
Rank 3 is another story but it is a huge investment of which may not even see the end result.

There is always banking the DP. What do you think?

>>4490662
"Terrifying" from the homebrew holdings doc.

>>4490200
>Deception
>Cursed

Makes the most sense, given what has happened

>>4490672
If Joe would allow it, I like Terrifying and it fits the character. There can be a different side to his notoriety that way.

>>4490630
>but this doesn't feel like the time for it.
Why not?
>Warfare describes a character’s talents at managing the battlefield, covering the ability to issue commands, strategic knowledge for maneuvering armies and tactics for dealing with small engagements. Warfare is used extensively in combat and warfare but may also be used outside of combat to look for areas or opportunities for strategic or tactical advantage.
Have we not been doing pretty much all of that?

>>4490200
>Persuasion

>Threatening
Mostly because I can see Mervyn being absolutely unhinged from this point forward and not giving a permanent shit about anything that isn't family

So long as I haven't messed up the tally, the results stand as follows...

Drawbacks
Haunted - 1
>>4490205

Honourbound - 3
>>4490218
>>4490226
>>4490405

Ignoble - 6
>>4490214
>>4490240
>>4490361
>>4490389
>>4490577
>>4490630

Cursed - 5
>>4490234
>>4490273
>>4490452
>>4490483
>>4490676

Alright it looks like Ignoble takes it. That's going to make it a bitch to convince people to join Mervyn at the Pyre but I do think it makes alot of sense.

Experience[/b[
Persuasion - 9
>>4490214
>>4490234
>>4490240
>>4490361
>>4490389
>>4490405
>>4490452
>>4490483
>>4490794

Deception - 3
>>4490577
>>4490630
>>4490676

Endurance - 2
>>4490218
>>4490273

Warfare - 1
>>4490226

And Persuasion takes it by a considerable margin, which will help with the Ignoble penalty.

>>4490868
Mervyn will have plenty of space and quiet to brood on his chair

so anyways, for the overnight vote and most of the morning as well, let's talk about benefits.

My computer is giving me some issues and I can't seem to find my link for the main rulebook so I can’t post it here but if anyone has access to the benefits I would thoroughly appreciate posting the link. Write ins and other suggestions are both appreciated and encouraged. The following are simply some suggestions I thought my fit well.


Gaining a Benefit

>Armour Mastery
You are accustomed to the weight and bulk of your armour and know how to wear it to maximize its benefits. You add +1 to your Armor Rating taking Mervyn’s Superior Plate from AR 11 to AR 12.

>Authority
You wear the mantle of leadership and people recognize you as a figure of authority. When engaged in an intrigue you may reduce your Persuasion Penalty by 2. Thus, when your disposition is Dislike, you take no penalty. When it is Unfriendly, it is -2 as opposed to -4.

>Beserker
*Side Note* - While I don’t think this quality overly suits Mervyn’s style of fighting, I think I can roll with it representing it being him simply grinding through pain instead of finding himself in an uncontrollable berserker rage.
Each time you take an injury or wound you may make a Fighting attack as a free action. You gain no bonus dice for this test. In addition, you can continue fighting even when you should be defeated. At the end of your turn, if you have taken wounds sufficient enough to defeat you, you may make a Formidable Will Test (DC: 12) to continue fighting. Penalty Dice gained from wounds do not apply to this combat. You may make enough of these tests as equal to your Endurance Rank. After that time, you are defeated as normal.

>Bludgeon Fighter II
Those struck by your attacks reel from the impact. When making a Fighting test to attack with a bludgeoning weapon you may sacrifice all you bonus dice before the test to smash your opponent. On a hit, the target is reeling until the start of your next turn. They may only take Lesser Aactions and in addition, subtract 1 from all test results for each degree gained after the first. (Two Degrees is -1, Three Degrees is -2, etc.)

>Sinister
Everything about you suggests that your are a dangerous individual. During the first round of every combat or intrigue, you gain a +2 to Combat Defense and Intrigue Defense respectively.

>Terrifying
Your obvious strength, skill at arms or bearing causes others to quake with fear. When using the Intimidate technique in an Intrigue you may add your Athletics, Fighting, Marksmanship, Status, or Will to the result. The skill used is chosen when you select this benefit. You add the same skill to your Intrigue Defense when targeted by the Intimidate technique.


>Bank it, save it for a rainy day

I will say, i do hope we will return Pride back to Steadhold. Maybe something like, Brynden returns from his pirate adventures and find him in the stables

>>4490871
>Authority
>You wear the mantle of leadership and people recognize you as a figure of authority. When engaged in an intrigue you may reduce your Persuasion Penalty by 2. Thus, when your disposition is Dislike, you take no penalty. When it is Unfriendly, it is -2 as opposed to -4.

>>4490871
>Authority
I really like this combination with Ignoble.
Despite being a horrible metaphorical and literal bastard in everyone's eyes, he still commands the respect of those around him with sheer grit leadership ability alone.

>>4490871
>>Terrifying

>>4490871
>Terrifying

>>4490871
>>Terrifying
>Your obvious strength, skill at arms or bearing causes others to quake with fear

>>4490871
>Terrifying
>Sinister
>Beserker

I'll prioritise in descending order mostly because I can't make up my mind properly

>Terrifying->Fighting

>>4490871
>Terrifying->Fighting

>>4490871
>Authority

>>4490871
>Authority
We're slowly turning into lowborn Tywin

>>4491043
Nah, Merv is a brute, while Tywin is a master schemer.

>>4490871
And thus,
>Terrifying

Get the feeling that Mervyn seen himself as evil and beyond redemption. He is a vile Blackguard that does not deserve forgiveness.

>>4491048
Tfw he will never have as good a friend as Pastorn.
And frankly does the story have room left to meet somebody who could replace him?

Alyssa is ruined and will need all the care in the world from Mervyn, no vigor in her to tend to his severe mental issues at this point.

All of this makes him the bleakest protagonist, but also very sympathetic.

>>4491052
Irving Peake maybe?

>>4491058
Perhaps. His domain is on the opposite side of the Reach, so idk if we'll have the time to meet him much.

>>4491052
I have a feeling Marqus is going to be subject to a lot of harsh but well meaning lessons about not being motherfucked by others during wartime.

>>4491081
Also being motherfucked in general by people

>>4491081
Lol Marqus is going to be Oedipus Max fucking his own grandmother who sees her long lost teenage stud in him. Then dying by dragonfire when Dany turns on fAegon.

Well, we got fucked hard for betting on the wrong person.

Elleanor had it in her but the timeline advanced too fast and we're left with dying embers.

>>4491095
Mervyn is just walking from one firepit into the next

>>4490871

>Terrifying (Fighting)

I'll be leaving the vote open until 11am MST. Story post should be up at around 1pm!

>>4491052
honestly, I feel like we need another vote, there's not much point in Alyssa being alive.. she is weak, will never leave the bed etc.
I feel like that kinda stops the character development of Mervyn

>>4490871
>Authority

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>>4491184
Bruhh....

>>4490871
>Authority

>>4491184

>Our wife having serious health issues """stops""" the character development of Mervyn


Are you on crack sir

>>4491202

well, it doesn't stop it, but compared to Mervyn not being tied to deadweight. I feel like Mervyn can progress so much more
Alyssa is going to be coming and going from death door, there's not a lot that she can do now on the story

>>4491217
Mervyn is gonna feel hella guilty when he is banging her lady-in-waiting due to his unfulfilled needs.

>>4491217
So you want to do a meta vote to kill off a character because she is inconvenient?

Calling it now. Just going to take a minute to get the count and I'll start writing.

>>4491184
She is certainly weak, but that isn't to say she'll be useless. I imagine that a wheel chair similar to Doran Martells can be made for her. She'll find a way to make herself useful

>Authority - 6
>>4490873
>>4490882
>>4491000
>>4491043
>>4491187
>>4491198

>Terrifying -
>>4490887
>>4490890
>>4490895
>>4490902
>>4490937
>>4490953
>>4491047
>>4491124

Alright that looks like Terrifying takes it. I'll leave you guys with a vote while I start writing the update.

--- What ability to choose for Terrifying? ---
>Athletics (5)
>Fighting (5)
>Marksmanship (2)
>Status (3)
>Will (4)

The respective number will be added to Intimidate tests

Reading Mervyn's character sheet, and he has the following:
>Goal: Power
>Motivation: Legacy
>Virtue : Loyal
>Vice: Merciless

I'm not seeing anything here about family or love. You could construe Loyal as somewhat in the favor of Alyssa, but it's not the same thing. Besides, he was loyal to Eleanor also (to a degree, there's the Farman business but there's also going to this war on her orders) and she screwed him over hard, taking away his possible legacy. Right now his legacy is trashed completely (bedridden wife, cripple son, frail daughter, only healthy child missing). Just killed his best friend, other friend killed brutally along with his entire unit. Now we've picked Ignoble so people will know about his betrayal too. I wonder what that makes Mervyn now, and going into the future.

Do we distance ourselves from the Reynolds and become like a second Mountain for Tywin, in return for more power? Do we usurp Tygon himself? Leave all notions of power aside and stay holed up in our Tower for the rest of our lives? Become bitter and resentful for everyone, including our wife? Abandon everything and start fresh in Essos? Maybe if we picked to meet Tywin here, he'd send Mervyn along with the Mountain and Amory Lorch on the murder/rape train.

>>4491328
Fighting, because I'd prefer Fighting to be our rank 6 ability more than anything else, it's also what Mervyn is known for.

>>4491328
>Fighting (5)

>>4491328
>Athletics

Because we are already effectively Fighting 6 with bludgeons and usually hit 4 degrees. No need to overinvest. Athletics is a better and more interesting 6 stat.

>>4491330
>You could construe Loyal as somewhat in the favor of Alyssa, but it's not the same thing

It has been so thoroughly established that Alyssa is exactly who he is loyal to that I'm really struggling to see how it can be seen any other way. It was a major theme when her parents were fighting over Merv's loyalty.

>>4491328
>Status (3)

>>4491328
>Fighting (5)

>>4491373
>>4491334
You both don't understand what the vote is about.

>>4491382
Yes, I do?

>>4491385
Sorry about that, missclicked the >>4491358

>>4491388
Eh, Athletics is a valid choice too.
Think of it as people looking at how much physical prowess Mervyn has and getting super intimidated.

>>4491388
Or I'm suggesting Athletics is a better pick for bonuses because I would rather invest in Athletics 6 instead of Fighting 6. I thought that was pretty clear.

>>4491388
>>4491389
Not the best choice of course.
But perfectly valid as opposed to something like Marksmanship or Status.

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You had descended upon King’s Landing like a raven upon a corpse. It was a fitting simile. Ravens were useful birds to their masters but they were creatures of ill repute just as you were. Ignoble. Lords and knights would look down on you as they always had for a variety of reasons and yet they would use you to serve their own needs, however dishonourable they might be. Dark wings, dark words. Seven Hells even your armour was as black as a ravens feathers, and like a raven you would pick this city apart for all it was worth.

You could see the high hill on which sat the Great Sept of Baelor even from where you stood and you rode down the broad main street with purpose. Bodies continued to litter the street and only grew more and more common as you began to near the centre of the city. Even on such a broad street it was largely mud and dirt instead of well cobbled stone like Lannisport was. The stink that assailed your nose was a particularly foul one. You’d always heard how King’s Landing was a ripe smelling city but the smell of unwashed bodies, death and fire was one that would have made you retch if you’d had anything in your stomach.

A large intersection was the next landmark and from there you could see the Red Keep in all of it’s glory. The rain and snow had turned it’s pinkish sandstone a much darker red and you dug in your spurs and took off at a gallop through the streets. As you rode you found the main road towards the keep break off into two separate roads and a variety of narrow alleys. You followed the road to the right and did you best to steer Pride through the debris. A womans screams filled the air as you rode by what appeared to be a sacked whore house.

Finally, the main road that led up Aegon’s High Hill opened before you and you began to ascend. Westermen were encamped in both the houses and in the streets and familiar charges and heraldry flew from banners and flags everywhere you went. You may not have been able to name them all but it was a reassuring sight nonetheless. The gold lion of Lannister was everywhere as your eyes searched for the red eagle of Reynold and you eventually found it flying from a manor house that was in a state of disrepair.

One wall had been partially torn down to expose the interior of the once lavish manse and the door was lying in the street where it had been ripped off of its hinges and left splintered and broken. Two men were guarding the door and when you dismounted off your horse they saw recognized you almost immediately.

“MERVYN! SEVEN FUCKING BLESSINGS! I DIDN’T EXPECT TO SEE YOU HEAR!”

Ser Cardyn Lantell had walked forward to clap you on the shoulder. He grinned at you and nodded his head. “I told the lads that you’d bounce back Ser. I knew you would. Been a right state serving under your damn goodbrother Ser. His head is so far up Ser Austin’s arse I’m surprised he can bloody breathe.”

Ser Walder Erenford chuckled at that while he picked at a piece of light pink paint from his shield before he stood to greet you as well.

“Glad to see you Ser. Cardyn’s feelings are hurt that Lord Tygon prefers Austins company to his own but he isn’t wrong. The two of them are damn near inseparable. If he wasn’t married I might get to wondering…” Cardyn grinned at the joke and made to respond but Walder continued on when he saw the dark look on your face…

“What brings you here Ser? Are you here to see Tygon?”

“I’m here for answers Walder. Take me to him.”

“As you wish Ser. Cardyn, mind the door.”

“Fuck you Walder. I’ll take him to see Lord Stick up his ass. I’ll remind you that I’m the sergeant here.”

Walder Erenford simply shrugged and sat down on his stool and went back to inspecting his shield while Cardyn beckoned you forth into the manse. You recognized a few men from the Loyal Reins but more than a few faces were missing. The twins were gone, as was Ser Art and Tristan the Dornishman. They had been good men and hard fighters, and the new faces were unfamiliar to you, as were their loyalties and prowess. When this was all said and done you would have to take the measure of these men.

Cardyn led you up a flight of stairs and down a long hallway to the last room on the left. He knocked on the door and bid you a good day as he made his way back to his post. Your hand held the handle of the door for a moment before pushing it open to reveal a well-furnished room with a well maintained fire burning in it’s hearth.

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“Ser Mervyn!” Both Ser Austin and Tygon explained at the same time.

“Whatever are you doing here Mervyn? I hadn’t thought you well enough to travel, let alone to fight.”

“I’m fine Tygon. Austin, I need a moment alone with my goodbrother.”

“As you wish Ser. I will be downstairs if either of you need me Sers.”

He stood and on his way out he shook your hand firmly and favored you with a sad but kind smile. The ruin of his ear was visible as only a small amount of it had been spared by the maesters knife. Tygon had stood as well once the two of you were alone and he crossed the room slowly, the sound of his footsteps muffled by the rich carpet covered the wooden floors. He reached out with both hands and placed them on your shoulders in a semblance of a hug but he stopped prematurely. Hazel eyes stared into your own windows to the empty sky and worry began to show on his face.

“Mervyn...what…what happened? What brings you here? Are you okay?”

“I don’t know Tygon. Perhaps you can tell me…”

--- Questions for Ser Tygon Reynold ---

Kind of an open floor here really. Any further questions about Elleanor, Marqus or Tywin would be relevant. Additionally asking if Tygon knew about Lord Tywin’s plans could come into it, as well as anything else you all might think of.

Lastly, what technique to use?
>Intimidate
>Convince
>Incite

>>4491474
Ask if Tygon knew of Tywin’s Order against the Malroys. Ask about the ladies Malroy. Ask about why he saw fit to leave us in a nest of men who’d think it was a good idea to get at his witch of a mother. Speaking of Elleanor any sign of her or our son? Steadhold is sacked, the Malroy line all but dead except possibly some jackass son in Eddie being a sellsword, and we were more or less forced at crossbow point to do the deed to “prove our loyalty”. We’re pissed.


>Intimidate.

>>4491474
>>4491644
Supporting
>Intimidate
Assuming the Terrifying benefit kicks in.

>>4491474
>Intimidate
sorry, tygon

Alright I'll need 4d6+7 for Intimidate please. 4D-1D+1B+5 (Terrifying)+2(Armour). Intrigue Defense is 11.

And I've taken the criticism of not really using the intrigue rules under consideration, so I'm going to be trying them out here. So hold with me if it takes a little while for me to get this stuff out.

Also, I just have to go rip to the grocery store fast and then I'll be back to start writing!

Rolled 6, 5, 2, 5 + 7 = 25 (4d6 + 7)

>>4491737

Rolled 5, 6, 2, 6 + 7 = 26 (4d6 + 7)

>>4491737

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

>>4491737
>+7
don't think i've seen more than a +4 before in one of these

>>4491745
Tygon needs to change his pants?

>>4491474
Just end it on a quiet why after the barrage of rage and screaming

Sad i got here to late to vote on drawback would have loved the potential redemption of honourbound. But I'm happy about Ignoble as well. "evil" allignemet qst protags are rare and not being either edgey evil or nice/misunderstood evil are even more so.

I believe that's 0 composure on the first try.

These intrigue rules are weird because we never use them, but they are also difficult to use in this format. Like using Read Target or Fast Talk or Mollify. I have read them 4-5 times carefully but never once got the hang of them and how to use them on /qst/. It would be like in combat, but after every round you have to wait on votes for what action to take, attack, two weapon attack, do you really want to reload your crossbow, that sort. Either you keep the voting window really short or decide beforehand a series of actions to take. Otherwise the social intrigues will get too tedious if used as stated in the rulebook.

>>4491811
There is a difference between adopting the full set of intrigue rules, which are impractical, and using the Composure/Intrigue damage/Intrigue defense (with appropriate modifiers) as intended. And of course, allowing NPCs to counter roll. But that's just my opinion.

>>4491839
Yup, I believe that is the happy medium that other QMs employ.

Jeez. And I forgot the Disposition bonus of +3 so the total will be 27, for 4 degrees of success and 16 Influence, lowering Tygon down to 0. Merv mad. Writing

So what happens if we roll below, such that his composure is still above 0? Do we just roll again? Does he get a chance now and rolls Mollify against us, and if he succeeds then we can't intimidate him anymore? This is why it's so confusing for me.

--- Ser Tygon Reynold’s Persuasion (Convince) Test ---
*Eloquent Activated – Tygon Reynold goes first*
Rolled 21 vs Intrigue Defense: 10
Three Degrees of Success
3 Influence x 3 = 9 Influence
12 Composure – 9 Influence = 3 Composure

--- Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Persuasion (Intimidate) Test ---
Rolled 27 vs Intrigue Defense: 11
Four Degrees of Success
4 Influence x 4 = 16 Influence
Frustration: 2/2
16 Influence – 6 = 10 Influence
9 Composure – 10 Influence = -1 Composure

Tygon gawps at you slightly as he searched for his words. His golden teeth glinted in the light as his tongue ran over them to buy time before he spoke. Hands let go of your shoulders to display his palms in your direction to show his innocence.

“Mervyn, I don’t know what you speak of?”

“Fucking look about Tygon. This city is a ruin. Did. You. Know?”

“Of course I didn’t know Mervyn! How could you accuse me of something so heinous? So dishonourable? There is a reason I have kept my men about me during all of this. I did not want House Reynold’s name to be tainted anymore than it already is, and when Tywin ordered this sack I instructed Ser Austin to participate as little as possible, to try and keep the people of this city safe.”

“Then why did you leave me in Steadhold? Why did you leave me there with Drox to put the castle to the fucking torch! WHY? TO PROVE MY LOYALTY? I HAVE DONE EVERYTHING YOU ASKED OF ME TYGON! EVERYTHING YOUR MOTHER ASKED OF ME! I SOILED MY REPUTATION AND MY HONOUR FOR THIS FAMILY!”

“Mervyn, please…calm yourself. This is nothing more than a…”

“A FUCKING WHAT TYGON! STEADHOLD LIES SACKED AND PASTORN LIES DEAD AT MY HAND! ORDERS FROM TYWIN LANNISTER HIMFUCKINGSELF! YOUR VIPER OF A MOTHER HAS LED US TO RUIN AND NOW SHE HAS STOLEN MY SON! MY FIRSTBORN AND ABLE BODIED FUCKING SON!”

Tygon had paled at your words and seemed to shrink away from you before he fell into a chair and stared absent mindedly towards the floor. When he looked back up at you there was no smile, only shame.

“I know Mervyn. She has. I’m…I’m sorry. I’m sorry about Steadhold as well. I had only left you behind as I thought you might find solace with Pastorn. I had no idea that Tywin would order a sack of Steadhold, just as I had no idea he planned to betray House Targaryen. Perhaps…perhaps some other lords might have known, but my loyalty was…under scrutiny.”

You grabbed a porcelain jug off of the small table he sat beside and threw it against the stone wall where it smashed into a hundred pieces. Dark red wine flowed like blood down the wall and onto the floor and the white porcelain was stained by it as well. You roared your fury to the world and slammed your armoured hands into the table and you heard a crack as wood split. Tygon simply sat and watched as you raged until your anger subsided enough to speak.

“Is it true? Is there a lordship on your mothers head?”

“I…I don’t know Mervyn. It’s possible.”

“I am going to kill her for what she’s done.”

“Mervyn, you cannot. Kinslayers are cursed by both the gods and men.”

“Tygon, my name is already cursed by gods and men. What is another stain on a ruined doublet?”

His mouth remains closed and he says nothing about the comment as silence begins to fill the room. Instead you ask after whether he has seen or heard of anything regarding Pastorns mother and sister.

“I cannot say that I have Mervyn. Kings Landing is an impressive city. Once Maegors came under siege both I and my men have been here.”

“Do you know where your mother has gone?”

He avoids your eyes and answers with silence. You asked a second time and still he remained quiet. You grabbed him by the doublet and yanked him from his chair before sending him crashing into a wall. You followed closely behind him and grabbed him by the collar and leaned in close to him.

“WHERE. DID. SHE. GO?”

“If I had to guess…Goldengrove. I cannot say for certain Mervyn. If I was her, I would have fled by the way of the Lesser Mander to Goldengrove and then towards Oldtown. From there…either Kings Landing or across the Narrow Sea. She took a large part of the wealth given to her by House Targaryen, as well as Ember Peaks garrison. She could be anywhere.”

You let him go and slumped into the chair that he had previously been sitting in. She could be anywhere in the known world at this point. Your face was buried in your hands when he coughed and attempted to straighten his doublet out and stand tall as he looked down at you.

“Mervyn, I love you as any good brother should, but that will be the last time…that will be the last time you deign to put your hands on me. I am the heir to Ember Peak, and you are to be my bannerman. I mean to present you whomever claims the Iron Throne as such, but I will not have you strike me ever again.”

The words were as steady as a single leaf blowing in the wind. Though he tried to sound strong and unafraid the fear was clearly audible for you to hear. A lord must keep up appearances though, even a future one. A dark laugh leaves your lungs as you shake your head.

“You’re still plan on landing the man who is going to kill your mother?”

He swallowed hard at that. “Lord Tywin has spoken to me about such things at length. Once this war is done, I am to find her and bring either her to Casterly Rock. If you would swear to do so in my stead, I would be in your debt. Ember Peak, the Gold Road….my lands need a strong hand now more than ever, and appearances are everything. For House Reynold to have the ability to land a knight in these times might keep other lords from seeking to take my lands and titles. So…will you do this for me?”

--- Swear to hunt down Lady Elleanor Reynold and bring her to Casterly Rock? –
>Yay
>Yay, but it would only be her head
>Nay, you would have a newly fledged house to attend to

>>4492039
I think that Mervyn is too far gone. The state of mind he is in, no way he is going to start building up his domain any time soon.

>Yay
If only because Tywin will find a more creative punishment for her than Mervyn ever could.

>>4492039
>>Yay
Be dodgy about her state upon return. No guarantees.

>>4492039
>>Yay

>>4492039
>Yay
Hey Tywin, have you ever wanted to become the Mad King for a day? I hear fire can be fun.

>>4492051
I'm thinking an Alyssa POV will likely be necessary to start building up the Pyre and it's domain and holdings. Once Merv gets to Ember Peak there will be a meeting with Alyssa and Tygon to discuss what domain he wants, and after that it will likely be Alyssa taking the reins. Seven knows she needs something to do to get her out of her chambers.

>>4492039
>Yay
I don't think Tywin would let her live but still, if we bring her alive will we have any say on her fate?

>>4492119
>will we have any say on her fate?
Such as? Imprisonment? lol

>>4492140
Possibly, but we're too mentally gone for that lol. Most likely we'll request to be the executioner and push Tywin to crueler punishments.

>>4492039
>Yay
>You Mother is going to take her own life if caught though. She knows what’ll happen otherwise. Tywin offered her mercy once and she spat in his face. He’s going to make an example of her and she knows it. The fact every single man chasing her will try to kill me only makes it worse. But what’s a few more dozen bodies around?

>>4492039
>Yay

If she has laid even a finger on Marqus, we will go all Mountain on her.

But i get the feeling by the time we get to where we think she is, she is already in Essos

Sorry there guys life got away from me. finally making some dinner and I'll get to writing the update. Strong vote for >yay

>>4492039
>Yay

>>4492251
It will be our hardest struggle yet, but personally executing Elleanor would be extremely satisfying and lift some of the burden off Merv.

>>4492039
>Yay

I'm more than willing to make thus as flexiable as possible

>Lordship on Eleanor's head
So if we actually do catch her it's another Lordship or is it something else?

>>4492407
I mean on top of the lands Tygon will give us. If we catch Eleanor and give her to Tywin, does that mean more land (Lordship on her head) or nothing?

Finaly fucking writing here. Jesus.

>>4492407
That is something to speak with Lord Tywin about, and oh boy does he want to have a word with Merv.

I've always interpreted Tywin as someone who rewards good and leal service with the same type of severity as he punishes failure and traitors. As to the specifics of said reward/punishment that'll be up to Mervyn to find out in character.

“Aye. I’ll find her Tygon. I’ll find her and bring her back in chains and when Lord Lannister makes an example of her I’ll ask him for the honour to be his fucking headsman. I’m sure others are already searching for her but what’s the blood of a few more men on my hands? They’re already stained.”

“That isn’t what I meant Merv. I…I just need a strong right hand. Tyrus is too young and Ser Lorcan isn’t the man I need. You served as my mothers right hand and now I need you to be mine. I expect Lord Tywin will wish to speak with you in the coming days. I only ask that you do not meet with him alone, for both of our sakes.”

“I’ll keep that in mind Tygon. Now, what is the situation with this siege?”

“Lord Tywin has encircled the Red Keep, and most specifically Maegor’s Holdfast. There has been word of a large northern host coming down the Kings Road led by Lord Eddard Stark. I believe he will call for men to scale the walls with ladders and grapnels soon.”

“Do you plan on being with them?”

Tygon shook his head. “I wish for no further part in this than that I have already played. I will be there if I am commanded to but elsewise I will keep my men here and wait to help pacify the keep. There has been enough bloodshed already.”

“When do you think this might happen?”

“As early as tonight, and no later than tomorrow. Blood will fill the moats that surround Maegors Holdfast mark my words. Lord Tywins wrath is no small thing as House Reyne and House Tarbeck would testify if any of them remained. Seven hells Mervyn, even House Reynold stands on the edge of a knife. When he arranged Joanna’s marriage to Ser Leroy Lannister I thought it was a boon for my loyalty until he made it clear that should I display a similar disposition to my mother that Joanna and Leroy would be given Ember Peak.”

“Do you think it wise to ignore the call to arms?”

“Perhaps not Mervyn, but I’m no great warrior like yourself. I belong at the rear of a battle line. You are of a mind to join the assault aren’t you?”

“I am.”

“I won’t stop you Mervyn, but I would not see you sully your honour further either.”

“Tygon my honour was sullied beyond repair a long time ago. Now all there is left to do is try to salvage our name so Marqus might have a future…”

--- What shall Mervyn do during the Sack of Kings Landing ---
>Storm the Red Keep with the Westermen forces
>Loot the districts of Kings Landing
>Nothing, stay with Tygon Reynold

>>4492480
>Loot the districts of Kings Landing

We may as well go all in

>>4492480
>>Storm the Red Keep with the Westermen forces
Big money holed up in there

>>4492480
>Before we leave ask about the Malroy compound, Pastorn left us a promise and we should check on them if their fate was not known.

If it's too late
>Storm the Red Keep with the Westermen forces

>>4492480
>Nothing, stay with Tygon Reynold

This doesn't fit the canon at all. I'd rather sit it out than get rewarded for an event we should've missed.

>>4492487
That was voted upon last thread. The vote was for Mervyn to lie to Pastorn and tell him he would look for his Isis. So Mervyn won't be doing it himself. If there is interest however, Mervyn could ask Tygon to look into it while the Red Keep falls.

>>4492480
>>Storm the Red Keep with the Westermen forces

>>4492480
>Storm the Red Keep with the Westermen forces
Dornish fucking sluts better hide or jump off!

>>4492480
>Storm the Red Keep with the Westermen forces
>Loot the districts of Kings Landing

Either or really, the cities likely cleaned picked or theirs enough left for those willing to do the deed and the red keep has some fucks worth killing.

>That isn’t what I meant Merv. I…I just need a strong right hand. Tyrus is too young and Ser Lorcan isn’t the man I need. You served as my mothers right hand and now I need you to be mine. I expect Lord Tywin will wish to speak with you in the coming days. I only ask that you do not meet with him alone, for both of our sakes.”

"I'll be your right Tygon, hell I'll be your bloody hand for what it's worth but don't ever make me play politics like your mother did"

I remember Aurion killing some looting Westermen when he was saving the Celtigars. Decimated a full-on cavalry charge with the Stormbringers. House Vypren I believe.

How about we meet Tywin on the way to the assault? He'll be there in the back to oversee it right? We can be like "Hey Big Boss, I killed my best friend for you to protect my family. Got any specific orders for me while I go inside? You know, orders for a merciless killer who has absolutely no morals right now?"

We can have that big conversation about loyalty and punishment later, after the siege, maybe with Tygon there. It would be cool I think.

>>4492480
>Loot the districts of Kings Landing

>>4492480
>Storm the Red Keep with the Westermen forces

Take Cardyn Lantell with us, whichever vote wins.

>>4492480
>Storm the Red Keep with the Westermen forces

>>4492525
inb4 Mervyn forces Ynys Yronwood from Boggs' old quest to jump.

>>4492480
Whichever leads to more looting and raping. We should not dawdle too long here. The longer we wait to speak with Tywin the further Lady Elleanor gets.

I'll write canon omakes for the parts Joe won't write in detail (you know which ones) and link the pastebin here. I have some experience from running a quest on akun. Don't read them if you don't want to.

>>4492480
>Storm the Red Keep with the Westermen forces
It’s what we’re best at after all

Ask Tygon if the Reins can join us as well

Storming the Red Keep it is.

>>4492847
If I'm being honest I'd rather leave it at the vague memories that I'm going to write up for this but if it's on another platform than c'est la vie.

Alright I'm going to whip up some breakfast and get cracking on this next scene.

“As you will Ser Mervyn.” There was an edge to his voice, a certain frigidness that hadn’t been there before.

“I’ll take my leave then.” You made to go to the door but you could feel Tygons eyes upon you. You could not truly describe the feeling that washed over you but it was an uncomfortable one. Disappointment perhaps? Or perhaps it was silent relief that House Reynold would have been visible during the fall of House Targaryen. Your footsteps echoed in your ears as you made your way down the hallway to prepare yourself for the battle to come.

--- Tygon’s Dispostion goes from Friendly to Indifferent ---

Cardyn and Walder were still guarding the door when you returned and you looked at the two of them with hard eyes. “Cardyn, how many men in the Loyal Reins can be counted on to do what is asked of them?”

“Hard to say Ser. Four or five perhaps, but I wouldn’t trust the rest to keep their silence.”

“I want the two of you ready to fight when the time comes to storm Maegors.” You looked ahead at the red walls of the castle and stared at it with contempt in your eyes. Cardyn stood and joined you with a cruel grin on his face.

“Oh I’ll be there. Only part of this damn city that has anything worth taking if you get my meaning.”

“Do as you please Cardyn. And you Walder? Are you with me?”

“You know I am Ser.”

“Good. Standby and when you hear the horns of battle, we’ll scale those walls and paint the inside of this fucking keep red.”

Leaving your two least scrupulous men behind you went to see that your horses were stabled properly in the manors stables as a way to pass the time and prevent idle thoughts from creeping into your mind…

---09/06/283 ---
Dawn

The red light of dawn was peaking through the clouds and smoke to turn the streets of Kings Landing into a hellscape, and amidst said ruin you could hear the long blaring of trumpets and warhorns echoing down the streets and alleys. You had not even bothered to remove your armour before you had slept on a bed of hay and straw in the stables. Sleep had evaded you for much of the night and the little you did get was restless and filled with dreams. They had not been the nightmares you had expected but were instead dreams of fire. Endless fields of it. Red, blue and wildfire green the flames surrounded you. As you walked towards the main street it only became to clear about how tired you truly were. Last night had been the first time you’d slept in nearly three days and it had only been for an hour or two…

--- Can I get 5d6 for Will please? DC: 21 ---
This is to see how Mervyn is affected by both his mental state and physical fatigue. Failing this will cause him to take -1B to Athletics, Awareness and Fighting tests per degree of failure.

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

>>4492989

Rolled 3, 2, 1, 1, 2 = 9 (5d6)

>>4492989

Rolled 5, 1, 3, 5, 4 = 18 (5d6)

>>4492989

I'd use lucky here, guys.

>>4493010
Nvm, we're at Will 4, so it is highly unlikely.

>>4493006
17 is the highest, so that'll only be a -1B which is pretty minor in the grand scheme of things. Cool beans.

Additionally, where do you guys want to deploy?

>The Ladders
>The Grapnels

>>4493022
What's the difference?

>>4493022
>Grapnels
We will stand out less and could probably reach a less expected assault angle.

>>4493026
Lol probably should have included that.

Grapnels will be going straight for Maegors Holdfast. Think Amory Lorch and Sandor Clegane. The fighting will be thickest there.

The Ladders will be for the rest of the Red Keep. Less fighting but possibly less rich plunder

>>4493022
>>4493031
>Grapnels

>>4493022
>The Grapnels

>>4493022

>The Grapnels

>>4493022
>The Ladders

Lets do this thing. Can I get 6D6 for Athletics (5D Athletics + 1B Strength + 1D Athletics - 1B Fatigue)

DC: 21

>>4493075
>tfw finally here to contribute

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

>>4493079
fuck me

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

>>4493075

Rolled 3, 4, 5, 2, 5, 6 = 25 (6d6)

>>4493075

Nice. Well done boys. This next update might be a big one so forgive me if it takes a little while

Just realized that I also need 3d6-4 for agility to see how fast Mervyn gets across the dry moat. DC: 12

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

>>4493136

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

>>4493136
Not very fast is my bet.

Type dice+3d6+-4 for the - to kick in.

Rolled 6, 5, 6 - 4 = 13 (3d6 - 4)

>>4493136
so we need what at 16 to pass this? oof

>>4493146
Holy fucking based.

>>4493146
Oof is right though. Only taking a single volley of arrow fire as Mervyn plows through that shit with that success

>>4493151
Merv in armor is a Juggernaut, once he gets rolling stopping him is nigh impossible.

>>4493146
Haven't expected that, that's for sure!

What should we prioritize when we're inside? We could go straight for the treasure vaults or try to capture valuable prisoners to score points with Tywin and get ransom money.

>>4493189
Tbh I can't picture well what Mervyn's priorities right now could be. Filling his pockets seems like a weak goal.

>Look for Malroy women?
Nah, that's gone.

I'd ambush and slay any Braxes or Redwards I could find in the ensuing chaos. Otherwise Mervyn should vent his spite on somebody and just fight. Whatever material gains it earns him is secondary.

--- Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Will (Dedication) Test ---
Rolled 17 vs DC: 21
Result: One Degree of Failure
*-1B to Athletics, Awareness, and Fighting Tests*

The light hurt your eyes and you stretched your arms as wide as they would allow you as you tried to banish the fatigue that had settled into your bones. Your eyes watered as you tried to blink them away and your chest swelled as you took one large breath. The smell assaulted your nostrils and you gave yourself a light slap on the cheek to further wake yourself.

Both Ser Cardyn and Ser Walder joined you as you walked towards the large groups of men that were assembling outside of the walls. A large number of men were holding ladders and looked to be positioning themselves to assault the less important areas of the Red Keep. Meanwhile, you made your way towards a smaller group of dangerous looking men who were equipping themselves with grapnels and climbing ropes. The closer you got the more you got to see of the men you would be fighting alongside. One man who stood out was a man of middling height who glared at you with dark and pig-like eyes. You knew a cruel man when you saw one and he would likely be crueler than most.

The other man who stood out was easily the largest man you had ever seen. His skin had the lustre of youth but the thick, dark beard he wore spoke of a man fully grown. He towered above every other man present and his shield was as large as a pavise. It was a striking yellow with three black dogs painted on it. When he spoke to bark out order it was as if thunder was rumbling around you from the sky.

“FORM UP! WE TAKE THE KEEP! FOLLOW ME!”

His orders were curt and simple. Ser Walder and Ser Cardyn both grabbed grapnels and looked to you as you grabbed your own from a young squire in the colours of House Lannister. Nobody seemed to notice you as the preparations drew to an end. Perhaps it was because the eagle had fallen into disrepair on your shield or yet because these men had their mind on other matters.

“NORTHMEN ARE COMING TO BEAT US INSIDE! THIS ENDS TODAY!”

There were raucous and bloodthirsty cheers at that. It appeared that the sack of the city itself had not been enough to satiate these hardened killers. The cheers ended abruptly when Lord Tywin Lannister appeared within their midst. He was clad in plate armour that was a crimson so dark it may as well have been made of blood, over which gold scrollwork had been inlaid in a bright and shining gold that would have made the sun seem duller. Lions adorned his pauldrons and gauntlets whilst his rondels appeared to be great shining sunbursts. There appeared to be no joy on his face as he strode forward. His golden whiskers framed his square jaw and made him look all the more severe and silence fell over the host. He looked to both the piggish man and the giant with his cold emerald eyes and gave a short and stiff nod.

The giant roared once more and began the charge towards Maegors Holdfast. Trumpets sounded and the men with ladders began their own charge at their respective signals. You yourself were shoulder to shoulder with Cardyn and Walder as the three of you charged towards the wall and entered into the range of the castles defenders. Arrows fell and men died as they always did during battle, and especially sieges.

--- House Targaryen Trained Archers Attack ---
Rolled 11 vs Combat Defense: 12
Result: Ser Mervyn Reynold unaffected

Though you were armoured in the finest steel that gold could buy you still hoisted your shield up to protect yourself from the volley. The arrows landed short at this distance and your pressed onwards as fast as your legs would carry you. The dry moat that surrounded Maegors Holdfast proved to be the first real obstacle for you and the rest of the attackers. It was a deep ditch nearly ten feet down and filled with large wooden spikes to create a difficult sort of maze for any attacker to weave through, all the while leaving them vulnerable to arrow fire.

--- Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Agility (Quickness) Test ---
Rolled 13 vs DC: 12
Result: One Degree of Success

You fell to your arse in an unceremonious fashion and slid down the moat until you crashed heavily into one of the stakes. You were quick to your feet and began to weave your way through the spikes that blocked the way. Many of them were taller than you were but the wet and snow had largely loosened the grip in the ground. When you collided with the first one it gave way to your bulk and you pressed onwards as fast as your legs would carry you. Your steps were quick and determined and you had nearly made your way across the moat by the time the next volley of arrows came raining down on you.

---House Targaryen Trained Archers Attack ---
Rolled 15 vs Combat Defense: 12
One Degree of Success
5 Damage x 1 = 5 Damage
5 Damage – 11 Armour = -6 Damage
*Piercing 1*
12 Health – 1 = 11 Health
Result: Ser Mervyn Reynold Damaged

Your shield came up and you felt two separate thuds collide into the heavy wood that protected you. You soon came to the other side of the moat and you threw your shield up onto the bank to begin the climb up the other side of the moat an arrow came down from on high and punctured through a joint in your left shoulder where your pauldron met your breastplate. The steel and leather did much to slow the arrow but it still managed to find flesh. You ground your teeth in pain as you scaled the rough hewn slope.

Once you reached the top you snapped the arrow as short as you were able. You cursed in anger as you looked up to the top of the wall at the archers who were firing down upon you. The giant man was already nearly half way up the wall and there were arrows sticking out of his breastplate as he climbed the wall. He moved with a shocking speed for a man of his stature and you could almost feel sorry for the men atop the battlements. Other were beginning their ascent as well and you pulled forth your grapnel and threw it with all your might up to the top of the crenel and you pulled hard to ensure that it was set before you began you climb.

--- Ser Mervyn Reynold Athletics (Strength) Test ---
Rolled 25 vs DC: 21
Result: One Degree of Success

And climb you did. Ignoring the pain in your arm and the fatigue in your limbs you scaled the wall as fast as you were able. You had even begun to catch up to some of the other climbers when you saw an archer lean over the battlement with his bow nocked and loosed an arrow directly at you…

--- House Targaryen Trained Archers Attack ---
Rolled 16 vs Combat Defense: 12
One Degree of Success
5 Damage x 1 = 5 Damage
5 Damage – 11 Armour = -6 Damage
*Piercing 1*
11 Health – 1 = 10 Health
Result: Ser Mervyn Reynold Damaged

The arrow came flying down towards your face and for a moment you thought it might hit you in the opening of your visor. Instead it punctured through the leather of your gorget and grazed your neck. The cut stung but you pain was to be expected of a knight. Such a thing was hardly the bite of a fly and you pressed onwards. With one final heave you clambered onto the top of the battlements. To the archers who were manning the wall you must have resembled a raven perched there, and like the omen of death that they so often represented you would reap a tally this day. You stepped off and fell with a clamour to the stone below and a few brave men decided to try to attack you before could unsling your shield or draw your hammer…

--- Can I get three rolls of 3d6-4 for agility please. DC: 10, 8, and 12 respectively ---

These are the best of one

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

>>4493232

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

>>4493232

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

>>4493232
Oof this is bad

Rolled 6, 1, 4 - 4 = 7 (3d6 - 4)

>>4493232
Lol no hope.

Lol well all of the archers are going to get a swing at Merv before he reacts and gets his weapons out.

I'll take 8d6+1 for Fighting there guys

Rolled 6, 6, 4, 3, 2, 2, 1, 3 + 1 = 28 (8d6 + 1)

>>4493259
That Piercing 1 is hurting us. If all 3 archers have it...

Rolled 3, 5, 2, 1, 2, 1, 5, 4 + 1 = 24 (8d6 + 1)

>>4493259

Rolled 5, 1, 6, 3, 1, 4, 2, 2 + 1 = 25 (8d6 + 1)

>>4493259

Rolled 4, 3, 4, 4, 4, 3, 1, 5 + 1 = 29 (8d6 + 1)

>>4493259

--- Ser Mervyn Reynolds Agility (Quickness) Test I ---
Rolled 4 vs Targaryen Archer I Agility Roll: 10
Result: Targaryen Archer I strikes first

--- Ser Mervyn Reynolds Agility (Quickness) Test II ---
Rolled 5 vs Targaryen Archer II Agility Roll: 8
Result: Targaryen Archer II strikes first

--- Ser Mervyn Reynolds Agility (Quickness) Test III ---
Rolled 2 vs Targaryen Archer III Agility Roll: 12
Result: Targaryen Archer III strikes first

--- Targaryen Archer I Marksmanship Attack ---
Rolled 12 vs Combat Defense: 12
One Degree of Success
5 Damage x 1 = 5 Damage
5 Damage – 11 Armour = -6 Damage
*Piercing 1*
10 Health – 1 = 9 Health
Result: Ser Mervyn Reynold Damaged

--- Targaryen Archer II Marksmanship Attack ---
Rolled 17 vs Combat Defense: 12
Two Degrees of Success
5 Damage x 2= 10 Damage
10 Damage – 11 Armour = -1 Damage
*Piercing 1*
9 Health – 1 = 8 Health
Result: Ser Mervyn Reynold Damaged
--- Targaryen Archer III Marksmanship Attack ---
Rolled 6 vs Combat Defense: 12
Attack Failed
Result: Ser Mervyn Reynold Unharmed

They had drawn their bows and from this distance they could hardly miss and yet one of them managed to barely hit your left pauldron and send his arrow skittering down the stone causeway. The best of House Targaryens men had been sent to the trident and many, if not most, had perished in the fighting there or else they had been taken prisoners. The other two archers however were of a more practiced aim and one caught you in the leg as the arrow went through your armour and even managed to come out through the backside of your greave. The other hit you in the same shoulder as the last one and you swore you could feel the metal tip hit bone. You roared in an absolute fury and it was only now that these men had realized their mistake. Your hammer found it’s way to your hand and the comfortable and worn leather grip brought you some sense of peace while your shield may have been loose on your arm but you felt whole once again.

--- Ser Mervyn Reynold Attack I ---
Rolled 25 vs Combat Defense: 8
Four Degrees of Success
5 Damage x 4 = 20 Damage
20 Damage – 2 Armour = 18 Damage
6 Health – 18 Damage = -12 Health
Result: Targaryen Archer I Slain

The first man you got to was given the mercy of a blow to the head. He wore a leather skull cap to protect his head and it might as well have been made of myrish lace for all of the good it did him. His head exploded into a mess of bone, brain and skin that spattered across the other two archers as well as yourself. Their faces showed nothing short of horror as you stepped closer to them despite the pain in your leg.

--- Ser Mervyn Reynold Attack II ---
Rolled 22 vs Combat Defense: 8
Three Degrees of Success
5 Damage x 3 = 15 Damage
15 Damage – 2 Armour = 13 Damage
6 Health – 13 Damage = -7 Health
Result: Targaryen Archer II Slain

You brought your hammer high in a feint before swinging it down and then upwards in a circular motion to deliver the pointed side of the weapon directly into the second mans chin. You felt bone break and when you wrenched the weapon free blood gushed horrifically from the wound. He dropped his bow and fell to his knees as he tried to talk with the ruin of his tongue but it was all for nought. You killed him as mercilessly as a butcher would kill a pig and you stepped over his cooling corpse to reach the last of the unfortunate archers.

--- Ser Mervyn Reynold Attack III ---
Rolled 23 vs Combat Defense: 8
Four Degrees of Success
5 Damage x 4 = 20 Damage
20 Damage – 2 Armour = 18 Damage
6 Health – 18 Damage = -12 Health
Result: Targaryen Archer III Slain

It took you by surprise that the last man was actually a woman. Her long braid had been exposed when her long braid of blonde hair had been exposed. Perhaps it would be expected that some women might volunteer themselves to defend their home, especially those born of the smallfolk. It made no difference in the end though. Your used your shield like an extension of your fist and though she raised her arms instinctively it made little difference. The iron rim destroyed her teeth into a bloody ruin and she fell to the ground with a scream.

She was pleading as you stood over her. Words you could not understand and did not care to hear. Her brown eyes were full of terror as she covered her face and not a moment later it was over. Your hammer was buried in the top of her skull. Ser Cardyn and Ser Walder appeared to you then, both with swords covered in gore. Cardyn had an arrow in his breastplate but seemed unaffected by it and Walder looked no worse for wear than if he had gone for a run in his armour.

“You both made it then. Good.”

“Course we did. Looks like you’re a fucking porcupine though Ser. Let us help you get those arrows out of you…”

--- Can I get 4d6 Endurance for Catch your Breath Please? ---

--- Additionally, where to now? ---
>Keep fighting the men on the walls
>Press into the Holdfast and head down the stairs
>Press into the Holdfast and head up the stairs

>>4493342
Could you give us the general idea from what Mervyn knows there is to be found each way?

>>4493347
I can't imagine him knowing much of anything besides that he'd be more likely to find store rooms, kitchens, and the like if he heads down, and personal quarters and what not if he heads up. But that's not a guarantee.

Rolled 4, 5, 6, 1 = 16 (4d6)

>>4493342
>Press into the Holdfast and head down the stairs

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

>>4493342
>Press into the Holdfast and head up the stairs

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

>>4493342
>Press into the Holdfast and head up the stairs

>>4493358
Merv back to full?

>>4493342
>Press into the Holdfast and head up the stairs
Biggest fights with baddest targaryen knights remaining. Just be careful and duck under each of the Mountain's cleaves.

>>4493342
>Press into the Holdfast and head down the stairs

>>4493342
>Press into the Holdfast and head up the stairs
Honestly I don't know what to expect

It seems like Mervyn will be in disrepute with every kingdom after this.

Test. A made a comment with my vote but it isn't appearing.

>>4493342
>Press into the Holdfast and head up the stairs
Disregard this if my previous post somehow appears. Anyway, what's the over/under on Mervyn doing the Deed before the Mountain and Amory Lorch? We already got Ignoble, no reason not to. It will be a bonus if we combine it with hunting Eleanor down to ask Tywin for a Lordship.

>>4493431
I'd rather not fuck with cannon that much. Plenty of other rooms and war crimes we can commit in the holdfast.

>>4493431
It would likely only be one or the other if any at all. Mervyn doesn't know where any of them are though. I've got chart/tree of rooms and hallways along with who is in them so who/what Mervyn finds is entirely up to chance on this.

And looks like we're heading up the stairs. I'm going to go stretch my legs and take a walk before I start writing here.

In the meantime I'll need 8d6+1 for fighting please

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

>>4493449

Rolled 2, 5, 3, 6, 2, 2, 6, 6 + 1 = 33 (8d6 + 1)

>>4493449

Rolled 2, 6, 2, 4, 6, 6, 5, 3 + 1 = 35 (8d6 + 1)

>>4493449

>>4493455
Nice.

--- Ser Mervyn’s Catch your Breath Test ---
Rolled 16 vs DC: 0
Four Degrees of Success
Result: Ser Mervyn Reynolds gained 4 Health
Health = 12/12

Cardyn Lantell gave you a shoulder to lean on while Walder Erenford began to see to the arrows that were troubling you. He kneels down to take a look at your leg before he looked up at you with a grimace. His grey eyes were cold and his face was hard and seemed made to have a cruel look to it but it disappeared when he smiled or grimaced. The grimace he wore told you that there would be pain and you nodded your head for it to be done. He snapped the fletching end of the arrow as close to your leg as possible before pulling the arrow out from the business end of the projectile. The wound flared and white hot pain shot through your leg. You bit your lip and squeezed your fists but you still ultimately roared as the agony ran through you. Suddenly the pain subsided to a manageable level as Walder finished and began to inspect the other arrow.

“Won’t be able to get the one you broke off in your shoulder Ser, but I reckon the other one is going to fucking hurt.”

“Do it. Let’s get this over with. We’re falling behind.” You gave him a quick nod and took in a sharp inhale of breath that you soon screamed out as he pulled the arrow from your shoulder. Your grip tightened around Cardyns shoulder as you felt the arrow head drag through the meat of your shoulder. When it was finally out you walked towards a wall and slammed your fist into it to try and divert the pain from your shoulder. Cardyn laughed out loud while Walder only smiled.

“Keep laughing Cardyn and it won’t be a wall I’m hitting.”

“Oh relax Ser. Just not used to seeing you scream is all.”

You shook your head at him with a scowl on your face before gesturing towards the door that led into Maegors Holdfast. “Lets go lads. There’s work to be done.” The three of you came upon a stairwell that led both up and down that was now only guarded by two corpses who looked to have been cut in half. The fact that they were wearing mail coats only made the fact more disturbing.

“Up or down?”

“I’d reckon we go down. We’re more like to find storerooms and what not down in the lower levels.”

“That’s why we should head up Walder, more like to be ladies and their apartments up that way.” Cardyn flashed both you and Walder a wicked grin and you knew where his mind was running.”

“More likely to find guards as well. What do you think Ser?”

“We’ll head up. That’s where the fighting is.”

More bodies littered the staircase as you ascended with Walder and Cardyn in tow and you soon came to another level. There was a long hallway that led out directly in front of you, as well as smaller halls that led both left and right. Halfway down the main hallway you saw a group of eight Westermen fighting three knights clad in the colours of House Targaryen. While the knights were better armoured the soldiers were still armed with good castle forged steel and looked to be veteran soldiers. It wasn’t long before two of the knights lay dead and a third threw down his sword and shield to surrender. It did him little good as one of the men swung a mace at his head and cracked his skull against the cold stone floor. The men than began to kick down doors to the sounds of screaming. Meanwhile, you could hear the sound of steel on steel coming from up the spiral staircase…

--- What to do now? ---
>Start looking through the doors with the small group of Westermen
>Ascend the stairs towards the sound of fighting
> Head down the hallway to the left
>Head down the hallway to the right

>>4493622
>Head down the hallway to the right

Find the good loot.

>>4493622
>>Ascend the stairs towards the sound of fighting

>>4493622
>>Head down the hallway to the right

>>4493622
>>Ascend the stairs towards the sound of fighting

>>4493622

>Ascend the stairs towards the sound of fighting

Alright well in the interest of keeping things moving I'll call it here. The sound of battle is a sirens call and she shall not be refused!

>>4493672
As I'm writing I realize I need more rolls. Can I get 3d6 for Awareness please

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

>>4493687

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

>>4493687

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

>>4493687
we don't see shit

>>4493693
This fucking guy right here...

Alright I'll also need 2d6 to see what sort of heraldry we recognize.

Rolled 6, 4 = 10 (2d6)

>>4493696

Rolled 3, 4 = 7 (2d6)

>>4493696

Rolled 3, 5 = 8 (2d6)

>>4493696
welp i am making some clutch rolls of late, now watch me 1,1

Alright and a better than average roll for Knowledge but not quite hitting the third DC for it. Still not bad though

“Up! Up! This fight isn’t anywhere near done yet.”

The three of you climbed the stairs in a rush. The pain in your leg from the arrow wound hardly slowed you at all, in fact it only seemed to energize you. If you were feeling pain, you were alive. Your father had taught you that many, many years ago.

“COME ON!! RUIN! RUIN!” You urged your men behind you as you rounded the last spiral and came out onto a skirmish that was taking place all down the halls. This level only had a single hallway and scattered men were fighting in it viciously. The attackers were garbed in a variety of colours and sigils but the castles defenders wore only but a few. The black and red of House Targaryen was dominant but a few other colours were splashed about as well.

--- Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Awareness Test ---
Rolled 15 vs DC: 6, 12, 18
Result: Three Degrees of Success, One Degree of Success, Failed


A man clad in a seafoam coloured surcoat charged forward at you but Cardyn cut him down with a casual riposte and a snarl. “What do you reckon Ser? Time to get stuck in?”

You stared down at the body of the man he had slain and sea the seahorse pin that was pinned to his chest. He was only a man at arms or household guard but you recognized the colours and the badge from somewhere. Your eyes found a man armoured in plate of the same seafoam green fighting near the end of the hallway that ended in a large and now shattered stained glass window.

Ahead of him there were men clad in white ermine alongside the severe red and black of House Targaryen. They were fighting ferociously and you saw two men clad in half plate each wielding a battleaxe and shield…

--- Ser Mervyn Reynold’s Knowledge Test ---
Rolled 10 vs DC: 3, 9, ?
Result: Two Degrees of Success, One Degree of Success, Failed

Velaryon. The Old, the True, The Brave. Alyssa had been once particularly enjoyed teaching you about the exploits of the Lords of the Tides. They were a rich house as well, with famous sailors and soldiers to come forth from their line. You recognized the ermine decorated heraldry as that of House Rosby, although their tabards weren’t true ermine. They were simple tabards made of white wool and spotted with black thread to make the illusion of their lieges colours.

--- Engage in the fight here or press on further? ---
>I WANNA GET STUCK IN WITH DA BOYZ!
>Keep searching for a different fight

>>4493765
>I WANNA GET STUCK IN WITH DA BOYZ!

>>4493765
>>I WANNA GET STUCK IN WITH DA BOYZ!

>>4493765
>>I WANNA GET STUCK IN WITH DA BOYZ!

>>4493765
>I WANNA GET STUCK IN WITH DA BOYZ!

Hell yeah. Can I get 8d6+1 for fighting please

Rolled 3, 6, 4, 3, 1, 3, 3, 1 + 1 = 25 (8d6 + 1)

>>4493873

Rolled 5, 6, 6, 1, 3, 2, 1, 1 + 1 = 26 (8d6 + 1)

>>4493873
get stuck in, lads

Rolled 1, 3, 2, 3, 3, 6, 3, 1 + 1 = 23 (8d6 + 1)

>>4493873

>>4493874
>>4493876
>>4493877
WAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!!

“RUIN! RUIN! SEND THEM TO THE THEIR DEATHS! SEND THEM TO MEET THE FUCKING STRANGER!”

Both Cardyn and Walder took up the cry of ruin as the three of you joined into the melee. Cardyn was first to find his prey and began to duel with a man in the colours of House Rosby. He laughs and yells as he fights, insulting his opponents with any thought that popped into his head.

“YOUR MOTHER WAS A WHORE! YOU’RE AWFULLY SPRY FOR A DEAD MAN! FUCK YOU CUNT!”

His words could be heard even as you left him behind. You had seen the Velaryon man in the seafoam green plate and were moving towards him with purpose. The fact that red had already spattered against his surcoat and covered his blade told you he was skilled. That was the fight you wanted here. Walder found his fight against a serjeant in the colours of House Targaryen. He fought in total silence, only speaking when he had a purpose for his words in the polar opposite of Cardyn. His blows were also more measured and in a way more dangerous. He was a killer, and a dependable on at that.

By now the Velaryon knight had seen you coming and he brought his longsword into a fighting stance. His helm was had a sort of fish-like scale decoration as well as a crest that ran down to his neck in a similar manner to a fin. He raised his visor momentarily and the two of your eyes met before the fight began. His were eyes that spoke of ancient history. Dark purple and sombre, they were the legacy of Old Valyria herself. It was a shame that said legacy would lose on of its’s scions today.

“Hold your weapon Ser. I would know the man I face. I am Ser Jaehaerys Velaryon, cousin to Lord of Monford Velaryon, the Lord of the tides.” His voice was that of a true knight. Haughty, strong and without even the smallest trace of fear.

“I am Ser Mervyn Reynold. The only son of a long dead bastard and the man who is going to kill you.”

“We shall see Ser. May the warrior prove who is the better man today.”

He lowered his visor and you did the same. The sounds of fighting rung in your ears but you ignored them and focused straight ahead on the man in front of you. His stance was a conservative one, and he would likely use the reach of his longsword to keep you on the outside. This man was dangerous and a small smile finally crept onto your face.

--- Initiative ---
Ser Jaehaerys Velaryon rolled 15
Ser Mervyn Reynold unable to beat 15
Result: Ser Jaehaerys Velaryon strikes first

--- Ser Jaehaerys Velaryon Attack I ---
Rolled 25 vs Combat Defense: 12
Three Degrees of Success
6 Damage x 3 = 18 Damage
18 Damage – 11 Armour = 7 Damage
12 Health – 7 Damage = 5 Health
Result: Ser Mervyn Reynold Damaged

--- Ser Mervyn Reynold Attack I ---
Rolled 24 vs Combat Defense: 12
Three Degrees of Success
*Bludgeon Fighter I Activated*
Ser Jaehaerys Velaryon’s Large Shield DR reduced from +5 to +3
5 Damage x 3 = 15 Damage
15 Damage – 12 Armour = 3 Damage
12 Health – 3 Damage = 9 Health
Result: Ser Jaehaerys Velaryon Damaged

When you pressed in to try and close the distance it became clear that he not only had a reach advantage, he was faster than you too. As you stepped in one step to many his sword came whirling about and collided with your head causing it to sound as if your head was caught between a hammer and an anvil. You grunted and pressed forward until the two of you collided. Using your shield to push him back a short way you created an opening for yourself to swing your hammer with murderous intent.

His martial instincts kicked in and he used his shield to full effect. He blocked one strike, then a second, then a third. Both his shield and footwork were well practiced but oak and iron proved no match for you strength and ferocity as you heard the sharp crack of wood beginning to splinter. Ser Jaehaerys heard it as well and deftly changed his stance to allow him to stab forward with his sword. He attack weak spots in your armour like the joints and it was all you could do to get your shield in the way to slow him. After what felt like an eternity you saw an opening. He hadn’t over extended so much as given you the smallest window of an opportunity.

Your hammer came up on a swing from an unexpected angle and caught the mans sword arm near the elbow. You could hear a metallic and tinny grunt of pain come forth from behind his visor but he kept his grip on his sword. He recovered well and soon had the wall at his back, forcing you to try and come forward into his flurry of steel…

---8d6+1 for Fighting and 3d6-4 for Agility please there guys---

Rolled 1, 2, 6, 2, 4, 3, 3, 1 + 1 = 23 (8d6 + 1)

>>4493905

Rolled 6, 4, 6 - 4 = 12 (3d6 - 4)

>>4493905

Rolled 2, 6, 1, 6, 5, 4, 3, 1 + 1 = 29 (8d6 + 1)

>>4493905

Rolled 5, 1, 5, 4, 3, 6, 3, 2 + 1 = 30 (8d6 + 1)

>>4493914

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

>>4493914

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

>>4493905

--- Initiative ---
Ser Jaehaerys Velaryon rolled 18
Ser Mervyn Reynold rolled 12
Result: Ser Jaehaerys Velaryon strikes first

--- Ser Jaehaerys Velaryon Attack II ---
Rolled 16 Literally wut… vs Combat Defense: 12
One Degree of Success
6 Damage x 1 = 6 Damage
6 Damage – 11 Armour = -5 Damage
5 Health – -5 Damage = 5 Health
Result: Ser Mervyn Reynold Undamaged

--- Ser Mervyn Reynold Attack II ---
Rolled 27 vs Combat Defense: 10
Four Degrees of Success
*Bludgeon Fighter I Activated*
Ser Jaehaerys Velaryon’s Large Shield DR reduced from +3 to +1
5 Damage x 4 = 20 Damage
20 Damage – 12 Armour = 8 Damage
9 Health – 8 Damage = 1 Health
Result: Ser Jaehaerys Velaryon Damaged

You dared his storm of steel with your shield held high. His sword slashed into the heavy oaken shield and you could feel the blows reverberate through your arm but it all proved futile. As you pressed forward he attempted to step back and his use of the wall betrayed him and you battered his sword away. He used his shield to cover his body and it absorbed another flurry of your hammer blows.

Pastorn… No. He was gone. You had betrayed him. Your hammer smashed hard into wood and it cracked.

Elleanor No. She had betrayed you. She had your son. She had dragged your name through the dirt. You swung again for Ser Jaehaerys’ head and though he blocked the blow another crack sounded off as the shield began to truly deteriorate.

Alyssa Yes. She still lived. She had born your children. She loved you despite your past, despite your birth, despite everything that was wrong with you. She loved you. She loved you!

“ALYSSA!” Your scream was blood curdling and left your throat raw and feeling as if it could rip apart. Your hammer smashed into his shield once more and you could see the wood was beginning fall apart as and was nearly ruined beyond compare. You used your hammer as a crook and caught the Velaryon knight by the neck and pulled him forward hard. The move sent him sprawling as he hurriedly tried to regain his feet and you stalked after him like a shadowcat…

--- Can I get 8d6+1 and 3d6-4 ---

I also cannot believe how poorly Ser Jaehaerys rolled that round. Even with his Bo3 he rolled a 9, a 13 and the 16.

Rolled 4, 5, 6, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1 + 1 = 22 (8d6 + 1)

>>4493944

Rolled 5, 6, 4 - 4 = 11 (3d6 - 4)

>>4493944

Rolled 5, 3, 5, 2, 5, 5, 3, 3 + 1 = 32 (8d6 + 1)

>>4493944
Damn I'm tired and like 3 hours beyond my sleeping time. This might be my last round of rolls for tonight.

>>4493951
Oh it is for me as well. One more round of combat and I need to hit the hay.

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

>>4493944

Rolled 6, 4, 1, 6, 1, 3, 3, 6 + 1 = 31 (8d6 + 1)

>>4493944

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

>>4493944

--- Initiative ---
Ser Jaehaerys Velaryon rolled 13
Ser Mervyn Reynold rolled 11
Result: Ser Jaehaerys Velaryon strikes first

--- Ser Jaehaerys Velaryon Attack III ---
Rolled 23 vs Combat Defense: 12
Three Degrees of Success
6 Damage x 3 = 18 Damage
18 Damage – 11 Armour = 7 Damage
5 Health – 7 Damage = -2 Health
*Injury Taken*
7 Damage – 4 (4x1) = 3 Damage
5 Health – 3 Damage = 2 Health
Result: Ser Mervyn Reynold Damaged
Injuries: 1/4
Wounds: 0/3


--- Ser Mervyn Reynold Attack III ---
Rolled 29 vs Combat Defense: 8
Four Degrees of Success
*Bludgeon Fighter I Activated*
Ser Jaehaerys Velaryon’s Large Shield DR reduced from +1 to 0
5 Damage x 4 = 20 Damage
20 Damage – 12 Armour = 8 Damage
1 Health – 8 Damage = -7 Health
*2 Injuries Taken*
8 Damage – 8 (4x2) = 0 Damage
1 Health – 0 Damage = 1 Health
Result: Ser Jaehaerys Velaryon Damaged
Injuries: 2/4
Wounds: 0/3

He wasn’t the fastest man you’d ever seen but Seven Above he might have been the fastest man you’d ever faced in plate armour. He was back standing on his feet before you could catch him and his sword was dancing in front of you. This time he targeted your hands. As if that might make you drop your weapon. The thought went through your head as the blade crunched into your metal gauntlets. They were finely articulated and the steel was strong but still the blow stung. A lesser man might have dropped his weapon but you had been reared on pain, nursed on it even.

You countered with a careful blow and that managed to destroy what little remained of the mans shield. Pieces of shattered turquoise wood lay strewn about on the floor as you sought to press your advantage. Armed only with his longsword now his defensive style of fighting became far less offensive and you pressed after him hard. He countered your first couple of strikes as you tested his defenses but you were starting to find them lacking. The claw of your hammer connects with his knee as you swung your hammer low and brought your shield up high. His weight was largely on his front leg so he retained his footing but you knew the pain from such a blow would be immense. Riding your momentum you thrust the corner of your heater shield towards the mans visor and you felt the metal give way ever so slightly.

It may not have caused him serious injury but it certainly inconvenienced him. He was quick to remove his helm from his head and he shook his head to get the hair from his eyes. A true valyrian he was with his hair and eyes. He was a handsome man that you were sure could make a woman swoon as easily as yourself. His hair was tied in a braid at the back with a couple strands loose in the front that threatened to get into his eyes. A small cut was visible between his two purple orbs from which a small amount of blood was beginning to flow. His face was still determined and unworried as he adjusted his stance to wield his sword in a half-sword grip…

--- 8d6 for Fighting and 3d6-5 for Agility please ---

This is also the last post for tonight, and this isn’t a vote or anything but I would like to get your guys’ thought on an idea. I’ve been toying for a while with the thought of making this quest an exclusively “Best of One” quest. Do you guys have any thoughts on the matter? I’d thoroughly enjoy hearing them. Thanks guys and I’ll see you all tomorrow!

Rolled 6, 5, 4, 6, 3, 4, 2, 3 = 33 (8d6)

>>4493969

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

>>4493969

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

>>4493969

Rolled 6, 6, 4, 3, 5, 2, 3, 6 = 35 (8d6)

>>4493969
On my opinion, you shouldn't. Sometime one of the dice screws up and rolls hilariously low, butbwe recover on the other two dice. Best of one carries with it a much greater risk of failure than we're used to, and I don't think it will be enjoyable for most players to fail all the time even in stats we're good at. You can do it maybe in things like Fighting rolls like you already do to speed things along, but please not in usual rolls.

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

>>4493969
Obviously that would make fights even more deadly. What's the advantage in Bo1? The thrill of chancing a good roll?
Also, we have a martial character and that would lead to less players participating in rolling attacks as well as possibly blame being tossed around for ruining it. I can picture the shit of two rolls coming back-to-back where the first one is low and the second high.

Outside of combat we don't have great stats nor much in terms of bonus dice so that would swing results wildly.

And please share what provoked this idea.

>>4493969
The only way we can get away with that if you are not cursed as the old Crusader Quest. The dicegod really hated that quest, except when pussy was on the line