Welcome to A Song of Revenge and Gold: House Malroy Quest. In which you take the reins of a House of storied glorious past since Aegon’s Conquering, but whose fortunes have taken a turn for the worse in the doom that Robert’s Rebellion brought. You are Brynden Malroy, second son to Lord Vamos Malroy and Lady Esemella Hayford and the last living heir to Steadhold and House Malroy. The year is 285AC, two years after the Rebellion and a year after your return to Westeros.
House Malroy is a pre-genned House designed around the idea of a story within the Crownlands of a House fiercely loyal to the Targaryens and their attempts to live in this new world after Robert’s Rebellion. Lord Brynden Malroy is as well pre-genned but will take direction from the players in his ways and how he develops himself further. This Quest will be moderately more story driven than others of its kind, but the development of the House and her lands will take just as much importance.
If you’ve played one of the many Quests within the ASoIaF setting the rules of the SIFRP system should be known. I will be using the Game of Thrones edition, as well as a few of the expansions namely OOSP and a few house rules which will be explained as we come to them. If you have questions about how things work or why certain actions are taken I can explain them as we go along. In truth this is a learning experience for me as well.
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“A joust? That’s bloody it?”
“Against the Heir to Highgarden, Lucas.”
“Half the Knights in the bloody Kingdom would kill for even a whiff of a chance!”
“Half the Knights in the Kingdom would kill for the whiff of the Queen’s smallclothes. Let us not trust in the judgment of the majority.”
Ser Lucas Longwaters screws his face up in confusion and Ser Wesley Hayford breaks into laughter at the jape. You smile inwardly and wave it off, lest your cousin offends with his tongue. The last thing you needed was another man with a sword and poor intent at your back. Your face turns to a sour look as you recall the ruin that was Ser Ambrose Oatwright’s face after the melee, errant sword swing they said, a mistake, a tragedy. Words meant to placate you and the rest of your Knights, a gesture that did little to such ends. Ser Titus Sarsfield and Ser Jon Pryor had been furious enough when you recalled them, even more so upon hearing Ambrose’s killer, Ser Gerion Hightower, had won the melee in the end. The two senior Knights had been upon you immediately when you had returned to the pavilion from your short meeting with Lord Mace Tyrell. Lord Tyrell had sent an escort of men-at-arms and Knights including Ser Olymer Tyrell to collect your witnesses and evidence for safekeeping in Highgarden’s dungeons and vaults before the trial. Your Knights, squires, and servants sat quiet as the men collected Marcelline and Ser Lyonel Langly only to break into an uproar as soon as they were out of sight and ear.
Ambrose’s body had sat in the corner of the tent, tended to by Maester Benjin, whose efforts did little. Lucas stood over his Knight, his man, fury evident in his eyes, his voice had calmed the clamor, calling the men to order, cowing their voices and tempering their fury if only for a moment. All eyes looked upon you, wishing for answers, a boon you granted at length. They knew of your war against Royce Redward, the Langwards, the Blounts. They were there to shatter the Princewood’s ‘bandits’ alongside you. They knew of the attempt upon Ser Mason Flowers’ life, the poison upon Samuel Hayford’s side, the saboteur that had murdered Obella’s handmaiden and lived among your Household. Of your uncle’s letter, of the unbannered men that sat with siege engines upon your borders, threatening women and newborn babes in your absence. They knew of the pieces, but not of the whole, not of the end. Why there was greater purpose behind your coming to the Tourney in Highgarden than just to feast and fight. They listened, they understood, they felt your own fury, of the men who hide in shadows with dark intent upon their blades, of those that had made their presence known already with bold actions written off as accidents and poor luck. Of the seven that you knew so little of, the words of Prince Oberyn Martell being lost upon you.
“Seven my Lord?” Benjin interrupted during your speech causing eyes to draw to him, “As in the aspects of the Faith?”
“No,” you respond curtly, “No… Seven men, allies I would suppose? Or those with cause to band together against me. Prince Oberyn did not mention more than…” you trail off thinking upon his words, you did not know your histories half as well as you should, but Benjin did. You snap your fingers, stopping your pace about the tent, “Benjin. Prince Oberyn mentioned that in recent history the number seven had been important, at least two times that stood out to him. Do you recall any such occasions?”
Benjin pulls upon the copper link of his chain pondering for a brief moment, “I am surprised you do not recall my Lord. Your brother, Donold, and yourself were both very fond of the story in your youth. A dispute between Ser Duncan the Tall and Prince Aerion Targaryen, cumulating in a..?”
“Trial of Seven,” you finish, the sudden realization settling in like a stone thrown into a pond, “Linden Langward is going to call for a Trial of Seven. His men have been targeting my own, our allies in an attempt to whittle away at our chances. Seven Hells....”
“I count twenty odd good men here and ready to fight by your side Brynden,” Lucas pipes in, his Knights joining his voice in the affirmative.
“And family,” Ser Lucerys Celtigar says.
“Both old and new,” Ser Raymun Chelsted adds.
The tent again throws into an uproar, your Knights shouting their vows to serve, those willing to put their lives upon the line to fight for your House. To bring Linden Langward to justice. Those willing to stare into the darkness that cloaked your enemies, both known and unknown, and dare it to strike at them.
“Let them come Brynden. It is a desperate man that sees the ship is burning and rather than jumps into the ocean and live, decides to lead his ship and men into a suicidal crash against his enemies,” Lucas says over the clamor, his voice resonating over the rest, bringing them to heel, “So long as even one of us stands we will fight by your side until the bloody end. We ride with you, unto the Sunset.”
“UNTO THE SUNSET,” your Knights echo, their voices adding fuel to the spark that murmered in your chest.
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Wesley had joined you and Lucas on your walk to submit late entry into the Tourney, Lucas had filled him in on the details during your walk, you having to chime in with minor words here and there. Upon coming to the line before the registration table the topic of conversation had turned to the Trial itself.
“I will fight for you cousin,” he says after a moment, “House Hayford stands with the Malroys. I will not allow the taint of my brother’s madness to be the stain we are remembered for in this history.”
“Are you certain of that, Wes?” Lucas remarks, “Not a lot of Hayfords left.”
The young Knight’s ears turn red at the comment and he instead turns to you, “Brynden, this is our family we’re fighting for. I won’t sit upon the sidelines while you risk life and limb for them. It is not right.”
Your face softens at the thought, Lucas had the right of it, Wesley would be risking his life in an event that is known for its lethality. But you knew if the roles were reversed there was nothing you wouldn’t do to be fighting by his side, “Let us first get to the Trial, Wesley.”
Wesley’s face deflates and you grip him hard upon the shoulder, eliciting at least a small smile, though forced as it may be.
“Next!” the man calls from the table and you realize you are at the front of the line. A few quick strides and you stand before him, Lucas and Wesley flanking your sides, “What can I do fer ya milord?”
“I am Lord Brynden Malroy, Lord of Steadhold. I would like to submit a late entry into the Joust, my own.”
“Very well milord. Count yerself lucky, mite late fer most. All I needs is for you to sign the releases, pay the fees, and state your sponsor.”
“Sponsor?” you respond perplexed.
“Aye milord. This is the Reach, only Knights may enter the lists. Annoited and true, mhm,” he hums the last of his words nodding and you turn to Lucas and Wesley.
“A moment,” you say quickly receiving a nod in response and bustle them off to the side.
“What’s wrong Brynden?” Wesley asks confused.
“He’s not a Knight,” Lucas says, “I had forgotten all about it.”
“I hadn’t given it much thought myself,” you respond rubbing the back of your neck, “Wasn’t important once I left, came home with a title that seemed a bit more important. Bloody Hells, what am I going to do now? The Joust against Willas Tyrell is to be set tomorrow, Lord Tyrell promised no later than the twelfth day would the trial occur.”
“Well…” Wesley draws off, “Any Knight can make another Knight, Brynden. For any reason really, the Princewood, the Archery Contest in King’s Landing, you got enough reason. And you don’t seem to be in short supply of Knights, nor friends who have taken their vows.”
“And there is a Sept in the city. Grant is to hold his vigil this evening,” Lucas adds, “No doubt you could arrange something, pull a few Malroy strings with the clergy, aye? Hells, Wes or I could do it now, have you registered by dusk.”
More favors to call in, you think to yourself, but a small price to pay in the end you feel. Now was all a matter of who, and if you wished to make an ordeal of it or simply be done with it.
The Quest to Gain a Knighthood
>Allow Ser Lucas Longwaters to Knight you
>Allow Ser Wesley Hayford to Knight you
>Seek out another to Knight you (Specify)A note, allowing Lucas or Wesley to Knight you will lead to a small quieter affair. Seeking another out will lead to a larger affair depending upon the person performing it.
>>48340238
>>Allow Ser Lucas Longwaters to Knight you
Just do it here, wam bam thank you man
>>48340238
>Allow Ser Lucas Longwaters to Knight you
>>48340238
>>Allow Ser Wesley Hayford to Knight you
Be knighted by family.
>>48340238
>Allow Ser Lucas Longwaters to Knight you
>>48340238
>Allow Ser Wesley Hayford to Knight you
Illiad is best girl!
>>48340238
>Allow Ser Wesley Hayford to Knight you
Go with family, Lucas is less likely to take offence over this.
>>48340238
hm, being knighted by our family or ally... doesn't that devalue our knighthood?
>>48340238
>>Allow Ser Lucas Longwaters to Knight you
>>48340238
What other knights are there?
>>48340238
>Allow Ser Lucas Longwaters to Knight you
no big deal just get knighted and be done with it
>>48340238
>Allow Ser Wesley Hayford to Knight you
family is family
>>48340378
The answer to that question is another question, does Brynden really value Knighthood?
>>48340393
Plenty of famous ones from the Reach and Dorne. Good handful of Lords. This that and the other.
>>48340135
How is house Manwhore doing? Have we cut that knave in duel?
>>48340378
Brynden doesnt really give two shits about knighthood anyway. So it wont matter.
>>48340423
I want to be knighted by Karban
>>48340453
Not doing a lot of manwhoring unfortunately or fortunately depending on who you talk to
>>48340480
>implying its not the most expensive thing this side of westeros
>>48340423
>does Brynden really value Knighthood?
He might not. Dontos does though and he influenced him quite a bit. And Brynden is prideful, so he might want someone more famous to knight him - and get another ally/friend/opportunity...
>>48340423
>Dorne knight knights us
Political statement here?
>>48340453
He got shackled to a chain and ball.
>>48340500
>>48340512
Doing okay, I see
Brynden probably values a knighthood for the prestige and legitimacy it gives but for no other reason
>>48340510
Dont really think so. While he is proud he doesnt really care about the knighthood title and getting knighted by someone else would just cause us to owe that knight a favour.
>>48340238
>Allow Ser Wesley Hayford to Knight you
I don'the see Branden caring too strongly about having a knighthood.
>>48340510
>Dontos does though and he influenced him quite a bit.
In this regard, not at all. Brynden doesn't really get why Dontos values it so highly. He doesn't live by the Knight's code and honor like his uncle does, it's not his defining trait like it is with Dontos, and the sentimental value of who knighted him carries a lot more weight with Dontos than it ever could with Brynden.
It's a big reason why Brynden never bothered to seek it out since returning and is only doing it now out of necessity.
Anyway, looks like Lucas won. So that works for me. Writing now.
>>48340238
>Allow Ser Lucas Longwaters to Knight you
My only worry is that in the reach (where being knighted is a big deal, and the prestige of your sponsor to knighthood affects your prestige so much that a knighthood from a Lord Paramount is considered a prize for winning a tournament) it might be assumed that we either strong-armed our knight into it, or bribed the Longwaters into knighting us in exchange for raising their house up from their ill fortunes.
But we all know i'm far too paranoid. It'll be fine.
I suppose it's not viable to ask Oberyn? He said he'd help us, no?
>>48340757
He also obviously wants us to spend our favour as soon as possible, for as small a thing as possible.
We could use our favour to be knighted by Oberyn, that would be a huge prestige boost
>>48340757
>>48340776
>>48340782
It's a viable option.
>>48340736
>>48340757
>>48340776
>>48340782
It might be too late, but is that something we could do dad? Would Oberyn be obligated to help the man he knighted, given the circumstances? I think if we spun it just right, we could use that knighthood as a social obligation to help us in the trial
>>48340757
The rectal ravage would have be off the scales.
>>48340757
Sounds good. If we keep sitting on our favor, he will get angry.
>>48340821
Oberyn isn't the most trustworthy or diligent ally.
>>48340800
Could we manipulate the circumstance like making the knighting in a very public location or the like in court to kind of finangle like this >>48340821
>>48340782
>knighted by Oberyn
That sounds so much nicer. Can Brynden see the advantage of a more prestiguous knighthood?
>>48340238
>>Allow Oberyn Martell to Knight you
Or how about we dont waste our favour and use it to make him help us in our trial of seven instead ofa shitty kngihthood ?
>>48340821
Not too late, I haven't gotten into the bulk of writing the post yet with Lucas. So I can change it. I was actually wondering if anyone would think of that.
As such I'll open up another vote.
The Quest for Knighthood II
>Allow Lucas Longwaters to Knight you
>Ask Prince Oberyn Martell to Knight you, likely using your favor with him
>>48340238
>>Allow Oberyn Martell to Knight you
>>48340876
Yeah
>>48340882
>Allow Lucas Longwaters to Knight you
Seriously, dont fucking waste that favour. We can use him in the Trial of Seven.
>>48340882
>Ask Prince Oberyn Martell to Knight you, likely using your favor with him
This is my vote, now I will point out something
>likely using your favor
>likely
So there's a chance it won't even use the favor. Nice.
>>48340882
>Allow Lucas Longwaters to Knight you
>>48340876
The idea was to get both, or try to.
>>48340882
>Ask Prince Oberyn Martell to Knight you, likely using your favor with him
>>48340882
>Allow Lucas Longwaters to Knight you
>>48340882
>Allow Lucas Longwaters to Knight you
It's just a knighthood
no need to go that far
>>48340907
Why on earth should he ? Its a bloody waste.
>>48340882
>>Allow Lucas Longwaters to Knight you
>>48340882
>Allow Lucas Longwaters to Knight you
>>48340882
>>Ask Prince Oberyn Martell to Knight you, likely using your favor with him
YES! Super-Knighthood, value of 9999 wealth, I'm sure!
>>48340882
>Allow Lucas Longwaters to Knight you
It's not worth the favor
>>48340882
>>Allow Lucas Longwaters to Knight you
Fair enough to recall it here. Lucas wins. Thought it was only fair to at least include the option.
>>48340882
>Ask Prince Oberyn Martell to Knight you
8:4 Oberyn, Lucas... :/ Dontos will cry!
This does raise an interesting question though.
What should we use the favour for? What kind of things do we think Oberyn would be willing to do for us?
>>48341021
Trial of Seven.
>>48340938
>>48340892
Because it's a massive prestige boost you dumb cunts, if anything wasting the favor on the trial when we could get him to backup the man he just knighted and get fucking both is stupid not to try
>>48341021
Sit on it and use it during War of Five Kings
>>48341044
That's dumb. Sure, he a good fighter but we can win without him.
>>48341062
People don't understand the romance of a super cool knighthood... or Brynden's sellsword mentality got into their heads.
>>48341062
That'd be great if dad could confirm that were possible, but people too freaked out we'll be down a man in the trial to try
>>48341044
How exactly? Ask him to be our champion?
>>48341112
Cash in his favour in return for him aiding us in the fight. It is really not that complicated.
>>48341124
We would look like pussies
>>48341124
It's not, just incredibly wasteful.
>>48341112
"Yo, Oberyn, remember me? Listen up, that favour you promised... what? No, I just got knighted, don't need your help... no, don't need your soldiersor assassins, I just need you and your spear to fight with me in a Trial of Seven in five minutes ..." :)
Isnt Trial of the Seven a extremely bloody affair ?
shit we probably could have gotten him to knight us by saying how salty the reach would be when a Tyrell gets unhorsed by a guy knighted by the Dornish Prince.
>>48341166
Was really hoping to hold on to it and make him kill the Mountain quickly so he wouldn't die.
>>48341146
On top of that, risking his life even theoretically (since he knows he is a better fighter and haughty about this fact) seems to be worth more than one favor. We'll owe him in the end.
>>48341124
That's literally the dumbest thing you can do with the favour
>>48341204
How is using a favour of a skilled warrior in a dangerous 7v7 melee stupid?
Fuck this, if we're just blowing the favour on the trial to get him to fight for us, final destination. I want to suss out these alarmists samefags who are too busy shadoqrunning to properly politically maneuver
>>48341221
>skilled warrior
Don't we have enough of those? Our Ser Jon Pyle is worth three of theirs. But the decision is made, so, spilt milk, onwards to the future
>>48341221
We can win without him. He's just one of 7 guys. If it goes wrong and he dies Dorne will hate us forever.
>>48341252
But we wont risk the life of one of our own.
>>48341221
Why not use the favor to have him supply seven skilled warriors, or use it to have him find out ans assasinate the few participating against us, or any other millions of ways we can use a huge political favour that isn't just him wielding a spear with us in a 7v7 battle
>>48341255
>If it goes wrong and he dies Dorne will hate us forever.
>if he dies
Nigga
>>48341257
Just one of the Princes of Dorne? Are you fucking shitting me mate
>>48341221
Grand melee is more dangerous than duel and he might as well refuse. Or accept our request and send his skilled warrior instead of fighting himself at the last moment. Which is what we could get after being knighted and using persuasion.
>>48341238
honestly would like to try for both, there's no inherent advantage using it just for him to participate when we have several skilled men available
>>48341315
>there's no inherent advantage using it just for him to participate
Some people just want to watch Dorne burn
>>48341283
>our guys roll shit
>it's a 5v2
>he rolls shit once
He's realistically dead at that point.
>>48341238
>>48341315
I kinda just want FD just to have the arguing done, it is an important decision and everyone has made their points more clrwaly then the last vote
Save the favor for when we eventually end up at trial for not reporting the slaver ring right away, getting us accused by association.
That way queen cerci can put up a knight for our dornish freind to butcher.
>>48341238
Wasn't here for the vote, but seconding the sentiment. This is a really big decision that will have huge ramifications either way
>>48341412
Trial of Seven is 7vs7 not a duel. And the Queen isnt here or has naything to do with this trial. Pretty much the main reason why we chose to bring the trial to the Reach.
>>48341470
Not on about this one, on about one in the future.
“Suppose you’re right then Lucas, would you do the honor then?”
Lucas looks up the hill towards the rather grand Sept and points, “You honor me Brynden. Aye, I would happily. Up there, in front of Gods and men, as it should be. If we’re quick we should get there about the same time as Grant. Hold vigil for the afternoon, register before sup, and have the rest of the night to celebrate, aye?” Lucas smiles at you and Wesley eliciting laughter from the two of you.
The trek into Highgarden’s commercial district was an interesting one, the smallfolk had come out in force, plying their goods and services from near and far. Bolts of foreign silks and cloth, bottles of exotic wines and finer Westerosi vintages, an entire stand dedicated to perfumes from Lys that you avoid like the plague, little boxes that contained fauna supposedly caught upon Sothoryos. You pause at that particular vendor, an overweight Braavosi plying the goods to his higher born customers amused, bewildered, and enchanted by the little creatures. Upon closer inspection none among them were particularly interesting, mostly things that could be caught in Essos.
“A gift for a fine lady of the Dornish entourage?” the Braavosi man asks in his thick accent when you pick up a tiny cage with a black scorpion in it. Well three actually, though one was dead, another missing a few legs and the last still prowling around the cage, a clutch of eggs upon her back.
You pause and scratch at the your goatee, “No, for one back home. How much?”
“Hmmm for you my Lord, five gold dragons a piece.”
“One is dead. The other looks halfway to it. Seven and a handful of silver.”
“Oh he is merely… Napping my Lord. Lazy bugs. Ten.”
“Eight even. No higher.”
The man eyes you suspiciously for a moment, receiving a bite of wildfire in response that gives cause to back down, “A deal then m’lord. Allow my servants to package and bring them to your camp. Free of charge, of course.”
You smile and hand the man your coin, of which he at least has the tack not to bite in front of you. Wesley almost vomits upon himself watching the young boy pluck the three scorpions from the cage and placing them in a more secure tank and you laugh as he squirms and has to look away.
“You sure Obella is going to be able to handle bugs, mite scarier than horses I’d wager,” Lucas asks looking like he’s ready to vomit himself.
“They’re arachnids.”
“Archi-fucking what?”
“Not bugs, they’re like spiders. Only with claws and death in their tails rather than their fangs. Mind the jaws though, nasty little biters. I’m sure Obella can manage, she’s the ‘Empress Scorpion’ afterall. Maybe starting small then work our way up to horses…”
“Seven be fucking good how do you know all that?”
“Essosi have a thing for creative deaths. You learn the differences pretty quick when some half baked healer is sucking venom from your wounds and thrusting whatever antidote they have on hand down your throat.”
Lucas pauses, holding his hand up as if to speak before turning, “...yeah I’ll be over here with Wesley.”
You laugh again and watch two proud Knights squirm and lose their collective lunches over a couple of scorpions. Giving the boy the directions to your camp you scribble off a quick note for Benjin to take care of them for the duration and to give the boy a couple of silvers for his trouble before sending him off on his way. Collecting Lucas and Wesley again you continue on your venture, stopping here and there mostly on Lucas’ accord now who wishes to purchase Lady Racheal Conklyn a gift. Wesley seems less enthused about the purchasing of gifts for his Lady wife, though relents eventually when you come upon a music box.
“The only time I see her smile is when she’s listening to the music box her mother gave her before she passed,” he says while examining it and paying with little haggling.
“Need to get better in bed then Wes,” Lucas says with a laugh, receiving a flat look from your cousin in response, “Wait, why weren’t we invited to the wedding?”
“My father did not have the coin to put on a grand affair and the dowry was… Not significant. It was a small muted affair. No drunken feasts, no melee, no tourney. It was a simple thing, not meant to cause offense. And my father’s condition was not the best at the time, he could not bare to see Brynden.”
“Understood,” you state simply putting the line of thought at an end immediately having picked up on Wesley’s dour tone.
After everyone had done their share of shopping and lightening their purses you finally arrive before the Sept. Pausing to take in her beauty from the outside. Stained glass windows reaching stories depicted the seven aspects of the Faith, framed by white stone so polished and smooth it shined in the afternoon sun enough to blind. A single circular window depicting a seven pointed star sits over the heavy oak doors where a Septon stands with folded hands as you approach.
“Blessings my Lord and Sers,” he says with a curt bow, “Welcome to the Sept of the Gardner, my name is Septon Wilhelm. How may we help you today?”
“Septon Wilhelm. I have a Knight soon to be made, and in need of taking his vows in their Light and receiving their holy blessings,” Lucas says taking lead.
“A joyous occasion indeed good Ser,” the Septon responds, clapping his hands together, “Septon Corlys will be able to perform the right once the man is Knighted.”
Lucas turns to you and nods, receiving one in return, “Brynden Malroy, kneel.”
Obliging him you do so, eyes resting upon the ground, though the feeling of eyes upon your back and neck soon reminds you have gained a small audience. Mostly smallfolk, men of less stature, a few Knights, humble beginnings for a Knight newly made you jest within your own mind. Perhaps it was only proper. The sound of Lucas’ sword being removed from its sheath fills your ear and you catch its gleam briefly as Lucas brings it before him, whispering a prayer and kissing the cold metal before speaking again.
“In the sight of Gods and men,” Lucas begins, touching his blade to your right shoulder, “In the name of the Warrior I charge you be brave.”
The sword moves from right to left, the murmur of the small crowd the only other whisper in your ear, “In the name of the Father I charge you be just.”
Again the sword changes shoulders, “In the name of the Mother I charge you to defend the young and innocent.”
A final time, “In the name of the Maid I charge you to protect all women.”
The sword comes off your shoulder, and Lucas speaks a final time, “Ser Brynden Malroy, you may rise.”
The crowd claps and cheers slightly as you rise, Lucas smiles broadly at you, going for a hug that you gladly accept. It was not a grand affair, it was not an affair worthy of a story. It was that of an ally, a dear friend receiving an honor in Knighting his Lord. You break and thump his shoulder before turning to the Septon who is patiently waiting.
“Septon Corlys will see you now my Lord.”
You are guided through the Sept upon bare feet, a sign of the humbleness of the newly made Knight, lead by the two Septons to the statue of the Warrior where a familiar young man also sits. Grant’s sword is laid before him, his armor piled to the side of the statue, garbed in drab roughskin clothing he hardly gives you a passing glance nor word when you kneel beside him removing your own sword and placing it at the Warrior’s feet. Grant had been holding vigil since the night before, his soon to be over, alongside your own. The moment was peaceful for once, worries still lingered like the fog of war they were but hung alongside the gentle hum of the clergymen, the scents of burning incense and candle in the air. A moment of reflection, of prayer, of remembrance. You had not prayed properly in years, and while the Warrior had been your God in Essos he hardly received the devotion that he had deserved. Your prayers are filled with blessings for those lost, for those that would be. To lend your arm strength in the coming days and your resolve steel. The prayers were for ends, to see this put to end and solved as it should be, justice done by the Warrior’s hand. They were for Victus and Dontos, that they may not need to raise their arms in battle but if they need to, that they would be blessed by his light. Minutes turn to hours, the sun sets in the sky and soon a voice speaks in the distance.
“Ser Brynden Malroy, Ser Grant Conklyn. Do you accept the blessings of the Seven?”
“Yes Septon,” you both respond in low voices.
The man crosses the marble floors in short steps, the sound of flesh upon stone the only indication he was coming closer, he stops behind you both, placing his hands upon your heads, “Then with these seven oils I do so bless you. As anointed Knights of the Faith. May you both serve with faith and fortitude.”
Each oil receives its own placement upon your forehead, the light touch of each making a circle upon it. Your are both given leave to rise, Grant struggling from the soreness in his knees and leaning on your arm for a moment before straightening and leaving the Sept by your side. The doors open to a small crowd, more Noble than before, men of your House, allies amongst the Reach greeting you both with applause as you’re presented with the sword and belt to strap around your waist. Grant’s face is lit up with pride and happiness, the corners of his eyes wet with the tears he is holding back. Lord Argor Conklyn and his three sisters stand in the crowd in tears themselves. Placing a hand upon his shoulder he looks to you and nods.
“It is an unexpected honor to hold the waning hours of my vigil with you Lord Malroy. You do me honor and strengthen my resolve,” he says.
“You do yourself more honor than you could possibly know Grant. It was honor to sit beside you, a man with a connection to the Faith far beyond my own.”
The young man smiles at the compliment and you both leave into the crowd embraced by family, allies, friends.
A Choice.
>You have gained a Destiny Point.
>You have gained the benefit “Anointed”.
A Destiny Point may be spent however you wish. To save yourself from death, upon another Benefit, etc.
Anointed comes with the following benefits:
>Add +2 to the result of all Status tests. You may draw strength from your commitment to the knightly virtues and the strength of your convictions. Once per day, as a Free Action, increase both Combat Defense and Intrigue Defense and all passive ability results by +5 for one round.
>>48341801
>>You have gained the benefit “Anointed”.
>>48341801
>>You have gained the benefit “Anointed”.
>>48341801
Sounds like we have to take this Destiny point and maybe use it later *nudge nudge
>>48341801
>You have gained the benefit “Anointed”.
>>48341801
I'd really like both. But I presume choosing Anointed uses up the DP?
>>48341801
>You have gained a Destiny Point
Objectively better and more versatile. And might save our ass in the ToS
>>48341801
>You have gained a Destiny Point.
we can use it for the bow tourney
>>48341801
>>You have gained a Destiny Point.
>>48341873
Yeah that's basically how it would work.
>>48341801
>>You have gained the benefit “Anointed”.
>>48341801
>>You have gained the benefit “Anointed”.
>>48341801
>>You have gained the benefit “Anointed”
>>48341801
>>You have gained the benefit “Anointed”.
We can be a real knight now! Swear off our sellsword mentality... scratch that, we reap the rewards for anointed knights!
>>48341801
>>You have gained a Destiny Point.
>>48342038
And we can actually knight our squires
>>48342053
We already could that through our rank as lord
>>48341801
>>You have gained the benefit “Anointed”.
>>48342053
>knight our squires
Good idea! Their achievements will further our prestige!
Surprising, thought for sure you'd take the DP.
Anointed it is.
Does this mark a shift in Brynden's relation with the Faith?
Does this mean Brynden will begin to see himself as less of a sellsword and more of that Lord/Knight ideal?
WHO KNOWS
>>48342083
Lol no.
But he might respect it a little more, or at least the ideal.
>>48342083
>see himself [...] more of that Lord
>Faith
Faith to smash his enemies! Lord over more land, people, soldiers!
>>48342070
erm, don't think so. We could get our knights to do that though.
>>48342105
Lords can actually Knight people.
>>48342083
>Faith
Though he might get a bit more faithful after all these near-death and enemies-at-the-gate situations. Things happen often enough and people start to think about higher powers.
>>48342083
I'm surprised we lost last two vote for very poor options. I can't comprehend that.
>>48342083
Brynden would have had a whore sitting on his cock right now if it weren't for obella
>>48341801
Anointed benefit
>>48342119
Don't they need to he knighted themselves first?
>>48342146
Nope.
Tehnically a knight is a rank of governence. Responsible for raising millita for their lord and overseeing a small parcel of land.
It just gets interwoven with religous stuff to convince men they arnt a bunch of godless, heartless bastard thugs in platemail.
>>48342083
I kind of see it has another hat for him to use.
In his everyday life he's just Brynden, both the Lord and the Sellsword.
When it's time for fighting I see him wear the sellsword hat since he's more used to it. He can also use it to play the exotic Lord.
When it's time for rubing elbows with the nobles and those few that dislike the exotic Lord, he put up the more traditional Westeroris Lord. The anointed is just another feather to his Lordy hat.
>>48342168
Pretty much this desu.
Its a feather in the cap, a link in the chain. Its not character defining, just another facet of a greater whole. Even then, its not in the same way as most would see it.
>>48342168
Plus he can now role play even more personas in bed!
>>48342168
It sounds dumb to be honest familia. Pure acting or chivalrous bipolar disorder. Maybe even plain hypocrisy.
>>48342136
I laughed way too hard at this and how accurate it is. Funny how Obella of all people has brought out the best in Brynden.
>>48342125
I kind of had that leaning thought as well. Especially amongst such a historically religious family. We'll see where Brynden goes after the Tourney in Highgarden. Definitely going to have some votes pertaining to Brynden's faith going forward soon.
>>48342168
I like that. It sounds appropriate given how Brynden has run his entire life. A complex man he is.
Anyway, Brynden's character sheet is now updated. He is now up to 6 Benefits. Which I'm not really mad at, because he's being built somewhat like the book characters are in the Campaign Guide or whatever it is. He's a hero in a age where heroes are returning, it seems appropriate. Though I do need to drop a new drawback on him soon, not a bad one, but an appropriate one.
>>48342212
Im sure Obella would love to find out she is now married to a westrosi knight. I can even imagine Byrden wearing a stupid helmet and little else prancing around in his small clothes for her entertainment.
>>48342228
>the best
>>48342228
Father. Please have Brynden act really noble and knightly when he return to Steadhold, make it look like his new knight title have gone over his head just to confuse the shit out of Obella
>>48342228
No you don't dad. Just becuase we are doing fine doesn't mean you need to fuck Brynden up.
>>48342306
>oops was that an arm that just fell off ?
>>48342228
>Drawback: Super Cool Dude
>>48342336
>You are like the coolest. All the dudes want to be you, and all the bitches want your junk. Everywhere you go is a constant party. However, you are so awesome that you don'the have downtime for nerd shit like reading books and plotting to kill your enemies. You just gotta keep partying all the time until you drop.
>>48342306
Yeah, we already did that already with these last two votes
>>48342228
>drawback
Jon Arryn just made friends with Cersei and lets her have her way with us...
or: the Master Bowman Brynden can't see so well now after being a Lord of many papers
or: he actually has to roll for Will any time a beauty crosses his path... again, like the old times
>>48342317
like that too :)
>Cripple Willas in the joust
>>48342443
>or: he actually has to roll for Will any time a beauty crosses his path... again, like the old times
I believe Father said that Brynden has to pass one more of that kind of roll before he no longer need to roll for it.
>>48342430
Or when Sallo Rhod Betrayed Illiad and Asher just becuase we played cautious and didn't engage militarily.
>>48342228
>Definitely going to have some votes pertaining to Brynden's faith going forward soon.
Hopefully no choices on par with 'gods can suck my dick' aka Tyrion Lannister levels of antithetical. Would seem a bit out there given Bryden to this point seems fairly laid back and adherent to hsis beliefs
Either that, Haughty, Supreme arrogance or Nemesis.
>>48342336
>Drawback: Too Cool
>>48342305
This sounds bloody good, Brynden acting like Dontos for a while would be super confusing to everybody.
>>48342567
What's good about goofy act like that?
>>48342515
>Supreme arrogance
Well, he already knows better than anyone else (4chan arrogance) :). Lascivious... isn't he already, mostly for Obella atm.
>>48342600
Just a bit of fun at Obella's expense.
>>48342567
>>48342600
He respects Dontos... shitting all over him with such an act isn't his style, hopefully?
How about for a drawback we horrifically hack away at Langward when he's down? You know, on account of the fact that he conspired with our greatest enemy, attempted to assasinate us and our best friend, nearly killed Victus in his scheming, and has gone after our extended friends and family to rig this trial for crimes he's clearly committed. No need to add one, just take advantage of the flaw we have to press the point home that Bryden fucking mad
>>48342633
I am are not suggesting to shit over Dontos. We just act in a be of exaggerated manner
>>48342707
It's not hard to put two and two together. If you make fun of something, you don't respect it fully.
>>48342083
I think of it less as a matter of the Seven and more of the fact that Brynden is taking that commitment seriously. He just swore to uphold knightly virtues: so he will. It's not a personality 180, it's just a shift in the Lawful direction which we've been moving towards for a while now.
>>48342508
Pretending to be Tyrion is like pretending that we're Littlefinger, and past experience has shown me tg is good at being neither
>>48342687
Wroth is kinda Bourdain territory imo.
>>48342804
But Brynden is religious, albeit more passively them Dontos. Are you saying his religious beliefs don't tie into it at all?
>>48342818
Um... have you seen Brynden's torture scenes or his diatribes on how much he hates Redfuck? Brynden is all about that vengeful anger
>>48342818
>Wroth
>Bordain
Bordain is too busy having almost everything work for him to be angry enough to hold a candle to the raw anger Bryden likely feels toward Redward and his conspirators
Wesley had taken leave to tend to his own business for the night so after the short round of handshakes and congratulations Lucas and yourself took leave back down to the registration booth. The same man waited for you, the line being nonexistent in the darker hours of the evening.
“Sign ‘er milord, and ‘re, you’ve the coin for the pot?”
You drop a small purse onto the table that he dumps out and counts the dragons as you file through the papers, hardly reading them bar the occasion line. You will not act with dishonor, you will not wage war over a lose, you will not place blame upon the Lord of House Tyrell for the death of a friend, of family, or of a horse. You pause and read that again remembering Quentyn’s fall and the Dorne’s inherit quarrel with the Reach. Hardly a chance in the Seven Hells that would occur.
“Lastly miord, I will need you to declare yer sponsor.”
“Ser Lucas Longwaters of Long Isle,” you say shortly indicating Lucas behind you.
“And you good Ser?”
“The late Lord Vaemond Velaryon of Driftmark. Born witness to by his son, the now Lord Monford Velaryon.”
The man takes a moment to thumb through his parchments and comes upon those he needs nodding along, “Aye aye, everything looks to be in order. Best to have yer Maester report yer Knighthood to the Citadel milord. Now,” he gestures to the shields behind him, “Who ya want?”
Pulling your sword from your scabbard you eye over the last of the contestants and knock off three shields proclaiming each as you go along, “Ser Gerion Hightower of Hightower. Ser Cardyn Lantell of Lannisport. And last, Willas Tyrell of Highgarden as my first choice.”
The man raises an eyebrow in response, “You certain milord? Many a man already challenged the young ‘eir, more like he’ll pick someone with some wins under his belt already.”
“No. I am absolutely certain,” you state simply slamming your sword back into its scabbard, “He will accept.”
-Day Ten-
The Half-Plate felt heavier than usual, you think to yourself as you sit in the undercrofts waiting for the finale of the first half of the day. Willas Tyrell’s first tilt of the Tourney, against Lord Brynden Malroy, the master of horse and bow. A rare sight upon the lists the herald had called early in the morning, hyping the crowd into a frenzy. Arron Qorgyle sat by you quietly, his hands restless on his lap that you pause with a mailed hand, he looks to you with that dour quiet face of his and nods in thanks to the wordless comfort.
“Maester Benjin saved my father’s life,” he says simply and quietly, “I don’t know how to repay him.”
You sigh and pat his hands before removing your own, “Pay attention to his lessons. Be a good student. Care for your histories, languages, letters and numbers, anything and everything he teaches you. The man lives to serve, he takes joy and pride in those that he teaches and guides through life. That is all the thanks he needs Arron. That and blueberry cobbler, can’t keep the bloody stuff upon the table.”
Arron laughs shortly and nods, “I will Lord Brynden, I swear.”
“Good, Goldsong ready, the Tourney lances?”
“Both Lord Brynden. My aunt’s favors tied to each.”
“You dressed proper too. Bolder colors than per usual.”
“I couldn’t let the crowd forget House Qorgyle was still here,” he says meekly.
“Rightly so Arron, rightly so…” you draw off as the herald’s voice booms through the grounds again, a man comes up to you indicating it is your turn, “Come now Arron. Let us give them a show.”
The light is blinding as you enter to the field upon Goldsong’s back, the old warhorse decorated in the gold purple and black of your House, armored in heavy plate barding dark as your own onyx Half-Plate. The crowd roars into life as you enter, and for once, you know what it feels like to be Dontos. The eyes upon you, the roaring duel of the crowds, the sheer length of the field in what looked like mere feet in the stands, looked like miles upon your horse. Goldsong flicks his ears, braying slightly as you round about your side, playing to the crowd shortly.
“After this old boy. I promise, retirement,” you whisper with a lean and a pat upon his neck.
You look about the crowd, picking off those you called friends and allies. The entirety of Prince Oberyn’s box was standing clapping, waving flags of crimson and black in solidarity with the squire upon the field. Olymer Tyrell and Arlen Hunt sat in the former’s box clapping, the latter’s sons cheering. Your own Household was scattered about, most of your Knights sat together alongside Lucas and Wesley, all stood quietly with a hand upon their breast in respect, Lucas signals and they all yell, “RIDE UNTO THE SUNSET,” sending a chill down your spine.
The herald calls attention again, announcing your opponent, Willas Tyrell, a boy of four and ten, hardly into his manhood, taking the field for the first time against a man that, in theory, should be his better. But the crowd cared little, if the noise they had made for you felt deafening, the cacophony that erupted for the young Heir was earth moving. The boy did look splendid at least, his golden armor framed by a long green cloak that hung over his horse’s haunches. Even from this distance you could tell the armor was adorned with the golden roses of House Tyrell, intricating woven into the design of the armor. A glance down at the small golden inlaid courser upon your chest for a moment and you almost feel inadequate. Almost.
“Ladies and Lords of the Realm!” the herald calls, “I present to you, this morning’s finale. The Heir of Highgarden, first born son of the Lord Paramount Mace Tyrell, and the hometown son. You love him, I love him, we all aspire to be him. Will he be the first amongst the Tyrells to unhorse a Malroy? Let's find out, give it up for WILLAS TYRELL!”
Again the crowd roars into applause, before calming to a dull hum, “And his challenger! The Lord of Steadhold of the Crownlands, master of horse and bow, and a such a rare sight amongst the lists you will be telling your children’s children of the wonder for years to come. The last scion of a House once laid low, come before us to show the Malroys are still not daunted by the impossible. This is LORD BRYNDEN MALROY!”
You thrust your lance into the air, playing to the crowd as the cheer, slightly less loudly than your opponent, but you’d take it. The herald comes down from his post and replacing him is a man holding a flag of white, it raises, indicating to you to take your starting positions. Goldsong takes his steps slowly, carefully under your guidance. Your eyes watch the flag, hardly giving the Tyrell heir a look. Your breath comes sharply as it raises and your mind finally catches up to all of this. Seven Hells, you are absolute shite at jousting, how the hell did this happen?
And it drops.
>Roll 8d6 for Fighting (Spears), please.
Those death flags for Goldsong
It's happening isn't it?
Rolled 2, 5, 2, 1, 6, 5, 3, 5 = 29 (8d6)
>>48342996
Rolled 1, 6, 4, 1, 3, 4, 5, 3 = 27 (8d6)
>>48342996
Rolled 6, 6, 4, 1, 6, 3, 1, 3 = 30 (8d6)
>>48342996
Rolled 4, 3, 5, 4, 2, 6, 6, 4 = 34 (8d6)
>>48342996
>>48343006
>>48343009
>>48343025
Are we about to beat up a 12 year old boy ?
>>48343025
Saved it I hope.
>>48343006
21
>>48343009
19
>>48343025
22
Pretty good for the first pass there Brynden.
For those curious you are rolling with:
>4D Fighting
>1B Spears
>+1D Animal Cohort
>+3B War-Trained Mount
>-1D Charge
Giving you the 8d6 spread keeping the best 4.
>>48342965
>“After this old boy. I promise, retirement,”
whyyyyyyy
>>48341719
>“Oh he is merely… Napping my Lord. Lazy bugs. Ten.”
oh you sunva bitch father
>>48343052
This is the 1st tilt, we might have got a 2 point advantage or something.
Though if we do send him to the ground, we'll be the one turning him into a cripple instead of Oberyn. And we'll be the one Highgarden hate instead of the Viper.
>>48343134
I doubt it. Father does not want to mess too much with canon.
>>48343150
Don't trust in that too much, who knows what he decides at the last minute
>>48343150
>not want to mess too much with canon.
Then it means we'll lose.
>>48342804
>taking that commitment seriously
>knightly virtues
I like the idea.
>>48342996
>>48343052
Victory over 12-year-old, yay...
>>48343235
14 mate.
>Lord Brynden Malroy Fighting (Spears): Success, two degrees.
>Willas Tyrell Fighting (Spears): Success, one degree.
>Lord Brynden Malroy Animal Handling: Success: two degrees.
>Willas Tyrell Animal Handling: Success: one degree.
>Lord Brynden Malroy is up 2 to 1.
Your spurs dig into Goldsong’s sides, he breaks into a steady canter escalating into a full blown gallop quickly enough. Aim for the shield, not the heart, aim for the shield, not the heart, your mind repeats again and again as your lance lowers into position against the Highgarden Heir. Bloody Hells how is this a proper payment for a trial? You could kill him for Gods’ sake, he’s barely a man! Mind races alongside Goldsong’s strides, heavy, fast, the weariness of an old man wearing off as he remembers his youth, the decade in Essos where he was the fastness horses upon the battlefield, leading sons and daughters to war behind him. Truly he did deserve retirement after this all.
Do as Dontos taught, you remind, lock in the lance at the last moment, give your opponent cause to readjust until the last second… Willas Tyrell looks undaunted by your charge, his eyes fixed upon you like many youthful fools of the past. Yards turn to feet, feet turn to inches. Your arm locks in the lance a split second before impact, legs brace against Goldsong’s side, your body steeling itself for impact. The crowd crescendos just as the crack of your lance fills your ears and splinters assault the side of helm. Your entire body aches against the weight of Willas’ lance as it buries itself into your shield, splintering as your own had. You feel yourself pushed back and brace further to avoid falling off like a fool on the first pass.
And just like that the pass is over, you both continuing on upon your horses to the other side of the field. You pull yourself back up to full length, shaking out dull buzz in your lance arm. The crowd murmurs as points are awarded, two to you, one to Willas Tyrell. A cheer goes up, and some surprise is had at the success of your first pass. Something that is not at all entirely lost upon you. Perhaps your best pass of jousting in your life, bloody rings were never any good, never felt natural, war is about killing your enemy not putting on an honorable show, and practice never felt like the real deal. It had been at least ten years since your last pass, hardly a day older than Willas Tyrell was now. Perhaps you had gotten better? Best not to let pride swell into your head. Another squire, Ser Jon Pryor’s son, waited at the other end to give you a new lance as you rounded, and giving your armor a good once over before sending you off with a thumbs up indicating all was well for the second pass.
Again you line up, watching the flag, though eyes glance towards the restlessness of the young Heir, his horse battling against his restraint, ready to ride you down the moment it dropped.
>Roll 8d6 for Fighting (Spears), please.
Rolled 2, 4, 3, 6, 3, 4, 1, 4 = 27 (8d6)
>>48343417
Charge!
Rolled 2, 5, 5, 4, 4, 3, 4, 5 = 32 (8d6)
>>48343417
Rolled 2, 2, 3, 1, 5, 6, 6, 2 = 27 (8d6)
>>48343417
Rolled 1, 1, 2, 4, 6, 6, 3, 6 = 29 (8d6)
>>48343417
'Ere we go!
Rolled 4, 5, 4, 6, 3, 6, 6, 2 = 36 (8d6)
>>48343417
DEUS VULT!
>>48343431
18
>>48343434
19
>>48343442
20
Huh, how about that.
Yo Father. You know perfectly well that /tg/ will never ever activate that Anointed bonus, as we get caught up in shadowrunning and "save it for later or Father will pull out something nasty!" as well as managing activated abilities just being really fiddly for us when you abstract most of our combat decisions. Would we be allowed to ask you to handle when it would be appropriate to use the bonus?
Oh also, because I'm dumb and forgot to do it the first time and had to do it behind the scenes.
>Roll 4d6 for Animal Handling, please.
Rolled 2, 4, 6, 1 = 13 (4d6)
>>48343499
Rolled 6, 3, 6, 5 = 20 (4d6)
>>48343499
Goldsong was a good horse
>>48343513
Good horse.
Rolled 6, 3, 6, 5 = 20 (4d6)
>>48343499
Rolled 3, 6, 1, 2 = 12 (4d6)
>>48343499
nat 4? You wish...
>>48343491
>>48343491
Yeah that's somewhat the plan. Basically if something bad happens in combat that would put Brynden down, or close to it. I'll give the option to activate Anointed with a quick vote.
>>48343512
>>48343513
>>48343531
13,20,20
Jesus. Alright then.
>>48343531
>>48343513
This is why Goldsong is ranked higher than Obella!
>>48343561
The Old man aint done just yet.
>>48343417
>8d6
Wasn't that Brynden fellow supposed to be somewhat inexperienced concerning those tourney lances? Seems like Dontos all over again. Not complaining though :).
>>48343734
Half of those are from Goldsong. And we only keep the top 4.
>Lord Brynden Malroy Fighting (Spears): Success, two degrees.
>Willas Tyrell Fighting (Spears): Success, one degree.
>Lord Brynden Malroy Animal Handling: Success, three degrees.
>Willas Tyrell Animal Handling: Success, one degree.
>Lord Brynden Malroy is up 4 points to 2.
Goldsong drives himself into a gallop t your lightest touch, the two of you more comfortable this pass. Perhaps the old man would like Tourney riding you think, that’s basically retirement, only have to run up and down a field every couple of months. Show off to the mares a bit, get a mite of exercise, not a raw deal at all. Your mind allows thoughts to slip as it focuses upon your task, managing to get this second lance locked into place before impact.
Again you catch Willas with eyes fixed upon you, foolishly or arrogantly perhaps believing he can make you slip. The ignorance of youth, you think just before locking the lance in again and turning your head to the side and bracing for impact. Your arm stiffens as the lance cracks and splinters into a thousand pieces against Willas’ shield, a solid hit, your follow through feels like it may unhorse him but it offset by his own lance digging into your shield and cracking cleanly in two. Your legs brace and your shield arm almost feels like it is going to buckle but not before the wind is knocked out of your from the slipping lance deflecting off your shield into your chest.
You gasp for air the moment the tilt ends, allowing Goldsong to do the majority of the work in getting back down to the other side of the field and rounding for Arron to do his quick once over. It was a mistake you told yourself, lances do that sometimes, especially in inexperienced hands but Seven Hells did your chest ache now. You look up to the scoreboard, seeing another two go up for you and only a singular point for Willas Tyrell. Putting you up four to two, and causing the young Heir to throw his lance to the ground.
The crowd has quieted to a soft buzz, they cheer for the points but not as hard. As your breath begins to come easier you noticed Mace Tyrell sitting in his booth, leaning forward with one hand gripping his chair, the other running through his hair anxiously. He had not asked you to lie down for Willas, to take a fall, to raise his confidence. He so arrogantly believed his son would best you it wasn’t necessary and he was worried. The Tourney was in in his son’s honor, to celebrate him becoming a man, as loose as that definition could be applied. Losing his first Joust? Not the best for the young man’s confidence, for the elder Tyrell’s ego, for your chances to receive a fair and even trial. Lords were finicky, whims met upon the moment, from every account you had ever heard of Lord Mace Tyrell he was a man that took such great pride in the victories of others that a lose was like a black stain upon his own ego. It was not right, it was not fair, but perhaps it was for the best?
Arron’s voice comes at your side as he hoists another lance into your arm, and you press forward to the starting area. Eyes watching the flag but mind elsewhere. Was your pride worth it you wondered? Jousts lastly for three tilts, typically, if the points were overwhelming in another’s favor they would win. Otherwise it would continue on until one man was unhorsed or worse. The flag raises, Willas’ horse again moves anxiously and your mind goes blank.
>Lie down this tilt, taking the fall.
>Feign injury from the last pass, your breath being too labored to continue on and secede the joust to Willas Tyrell.
>Bugger all that, continue on, Mace Tyrell should not have underestimated you so.
>>48343833
>Bugger all that, continue on, Mace Tyrell should not have underestimated you so.
yolo
>>48343833
>Bugger all that, continue on, Mace Tyrell should not have underestimated you so.
If the boy wants to win he has to earn it.
>>48343833
>>Lie down this tilt, taking the fall.
>>48343833
>>Feign injury from the last pass, your breath being too labored to continue on and secede the joust to Willas Tyrell.
Don't want to get hurt or hurt Willas.
>>48343833
>Bugger all that, continue on, Mace Tyrell should not have underestimated you so.
>>48343833
Dad if we get unhorsed will we have to ransom armour and horse?
>>48343833
>Play this up, try to make the entire joust larger then life itself, even if Willas loses make it as close run as possible.
>>48343833
>Feign injury from the last pass, your breath being too labored to continue on and secede the joust to Willas Tyrell.
If we lose wont that mean he gets our horse and armor ?
>>48343734
>>48343751
Yeah on a normal horse Brynden would be getting his shit pushed in. It really is Goldsong carrying the weight in this one.
>>48343888
Unhorsed, yes.
>>48343921
Seceding gracefully due to "injury", no. It "wouldn't be honorable" in short.
>>48343833
>Bugger all that, continue on, Mace Tyrell should not have underestimated you so
>>48343833
>Bugger all that, continue on, Mace Tyrell should not have underestimated you so.
Frankly, it would be a disservice to not put in our true effort to the boy.
We can silver tounge this when its over.
>>48343933
But if we get "injured" it will be pretty hard to explain how we can be in the archery tourney afterward. Not to mention the Trial.
Buggering it all it is.
>Roll 8d6 for Fighting (Spears) please.
>>48343833
>>Feign injury from the last pass, your breath being too labored to continue on and secede the joust to Willas Tyrell.
you all think annoying the man we are relying on to take our case to court is going to do us any favours?
Can't we joust really bad on purpose and have him recover enough point to win without unhorsing?
Rolled 2, 5, 5, 3, 1, 6, 1, 2 = 25 (8d6)
>>48343975
Rolled 6, 3, 4, 2, 5, 6, 3, 3 = 32 (8d6)
>>48343975
Rolled 6, 2, 1, 6, 1, 3, 1, 3 = 23 (8d6)
>>48343975
oh hell this aint going to help our court case
Rolled 3, 1, 4, 2, 5, 6, 4, 6 = 31 (8d6)
>>48343975
>>48343980
Maybe he shouldn't have made such a poofta of a son
>>48343995
19
>>48343997
21
>>48343998
18
And:
>Roll 4d6 for Animal Handling, please.
>>48344013
>implying this is loras
>Implying that should get in the way of VENGEANCE™
>>48343980
Wouldnt blame Brynden to get a bit hot blooded in the heat of battle.
Rolled 1, 2, 3, 1 = 7 (4d6)
>>48344032
Rolled 6, 5, 2, 5 = 18 (4d6)
>>48344032
Rolled 6, 3, 5, 4 = 18 (4d6)
>>48344032
Rolled 5, 4, 5, 6 = 20 (4d6)
>>48344032
Rolled 1, 2, 6, 3 = 12 (4d6)
>>48344032
Rolled 3, 3, 5, 4 = 15 (4d6)
>>48344032
>>48343989
>joust really bad on purpose
maybe too dangerous.... getting injured for playing that game seems not worth it.
Rolled 4, 5, 4, 1 = 14 (4d6)
>>48344032
>>48344037
yeah and it's a trial by combat anyway, so f them all! Blood! For Dorne!
>>48344055
>>48344058
>>48344060
7,18,18
Solid.I promised I would be playing this straight. So yeah, I've gone off script. Kiss canon goodbye now!
>>48344099
FFFFFFFFFFFFffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
>>48344099
Rip
>>48344099
>You've got Highgarden as Nemesis.
>Are you fucked?
>Y/Y?
>>48344099
let the paranoia train run riot.
We are officially off the rails.
>>48344099
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck
Well there goes any chance of us sharing canon with Bordain.
>>48344099
SEE YOU FUCKERS
YOU MOTHERFUCKERS
TYRELL IS GONNA BE PISSED NOW
KISS GOODBYE TO ANYTHING INVOLVING THE TRIAL NOW
FUCKING FUCK
Hope you bugger anons are happy. That just cost us our fucking trial.
>>48344099
Fuck.
>>48344099
Goddamit now we have to win so Willas doesn't look like a scrub for losing to us.
>>48344170
Or his son comes out having ridden lance for lance with a horse lord and held his damn own.
Remeber that all common sense is favouring us here. Despite us knowing that Bryden is an underdog like no other.
>>48344182
Unless Dad is just riling us up again.
![[Belka Intensifies].gif](https://i.imgur.com/nBXKR6k.gif "[Belka Intensifies].gif")
Brynden and Goldsong right now
>>48344215
yeah at the Tyrells firstborn son's Tourney
they are going to be as pissed as if we'd spat in their damn faces
I really hope Brynden doesn't kill that Tyrell boy...
>>48344246
They're supposed to value all of that knightly bullshit
>>48344255
I guess he just lost and cannot get crippled by Oberyn
>>48344215
“You will joust my son, Willas Tyrell, tomorrow. No Tyrell has ever beaten a Malroy in a joust, I would like for him to be the first. If you do this you will have your trial in three days hence. I so swear upon the Seven. A simple task, yes? And oh how the smallfolk and nobleborn alike would take joy in seeing you ride...” he continues to ramble as your mind wanders, the beating flame in your chest coming to life again.
Eyes of wildfire she said. Ignited by passion, fueled by emotion. Anger had been her source, had been her fuel for so long, the emerald flame of vengeance burning brighter and brighter by the day. But not this time, you felt a different spark, that of elation, of joy, of hope. There was little other option, your mind did not care, with eyes of wildfire you look them all square and straight.
“Deal.”
From last thread. Congrats you fucking children. You just fucked everything for us here. Just fucking kill us now if you want to keep this stupid train rolling.
