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Post by Father on Oct 5, 2018 15:30:25 GMT 1
"To the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, a fine old knight that hasn't lost his touch, yet!" Lord Karl Willum had already toasted to the man three times this evening, none of them without at least one toast to someone else in between. A sore looser the man was not, but for each drink, he becomes more and more convinced that the earlier draw in the tournament was more indicative of the two men's relative skill. Most of his company are other knights no longer in the tourney, Ser Simon Tarly sits in the corner drinking in brooding silence. A few women are present, too, mostly local girls intrigued by the young handsome knights, Arya Flowers, bastard daughter of Lord Alyn Hunt have also found her way here, as has Alena Flowers. There is no proper lady to be seen.
Anyone can join in on the fun in this thread, although it is not exactly appropriate for ladies to come here at this hour, and probably unwise for knights with jousting matches in the morning. Optional activities available: 1. Influence Karl Willum by simple intrigue, the base TN is 21, reduced by 1 per drink taken (see below), you may attempt one additional option per 6 drinks taken. -Persuasion(Charm): Gain +1 Disposition with him. -Persuasion(Incite): Lower his disposition towards another character by -3 -Persuasion(Taunt): Make him do something he should not, highly creative outcomes possible. -Persuasion(Seduce): Obvious consequences, a female character may make him fall for her charms, this option can also be used at -1D if one wishes to direct his desires towards a minor NPC present. -Persusion(Convince): Limited uses, but may also be possible. -Persuasion(Intimidate): Will only work to piss him off and trigger a challenge to duel him. -Persuasion(Bargain): Highly unlikely to be of any use here. 2. I'll Drink to that! -You may take as many servings of ale as you like, gain +1 disposition from Lord Karl for each 6 servings taken. -If you take a number of servings equal to twice your endurance rank, make an Endurance(Resilience) test at TN 9, repeat this test adding a cumulative +3 each time you take an additional number of servings equal to your endurance rank, if you fail, you pass out and all drinks taken after the one that triggered the last successful test does not count for influencing Lord Karl. -The total number of servings taken are used to determine the alcohol attack as per poison rules for ale, however, for each four servings beyond twice your endurance rank, reduce the virulence by three and increase the toxicity by one. 3. Something's off. -You may make two awareness(notice) tests, #1 with any penalties accrued from the first attack of the alcohol, #2 with penalties accrued from the first and second attack (label them). Only available to those staying long enough to be taking at least six servings. There isn't really any other "named" NPC's present than the ones mentioned above, and Simon Tarly isn't very talkative at the moment. It is possible to interact with Alena and Arya though.
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Oct 8, 2018 6:07:54 GMT 1
Happily Drunk, Persuasion (Charm) + Chivalry, TN11: 5d6k3+2 15, +2 Disposition Karl Willum*Happily Drunk, Persuasion (Incite) + Chivalry, Symon Starkwod TN11: 3d6+2 7, FailHappily Drunk, Endurance (Resilience) TN9: 4d6 11, SuccessHappily Drunk, 10 Drinks, TN16: 2#6d6 25 21 2 DoS each, 4 DoS Total. Passed Out. Skipping Awareness tests. *Includes +1 Disposition for drinking more than 6 drinks but less than 12. ______________________________________________________________________________________ "To Lord Karl!" Balon shouted with enthusiasm before draining the contents of his cup. He'd become a drinking buddy of sorts to Karl and after the duel with his brother the Golden Rose seemed like an appropriate place to forget about the day. Septon Abelar will be furious if he finds out I'm here. " Fuck that asshole." Balon mumbled to no one in particular. He clapped the lord on the shoulder while a serving girl refilled his cup and asked, "When will we see round three against Ser Tywin, my lord? You'll have him for sure next time!" If one were to call their jousts the beginning of a respectful rivalry then it was possible Karl would offer his sword to one of the Blackfyre teams in the Grand Melee. Balon tried to plant the idea in Karl's mind, "Perhaps during the melee we'll see the great Lord Karl stand triumphant over the Lord Commander!?"
The drinking went on, wine after wine, beer after beer. Toasts, boasts, cheers, and camaraderie. Balon could feel their friendship growing and while they shared stories he attempted in vain to convince Karl that Symon Starkwood was the kind of man that deserved scorn. Whether it was the alcohol or the obscurity of House Starkwood, Lord Karl had no interest in sharing Balon's contempt of the heir to Starkwood lands. Happily drunk, Balon looked around the room. He noticed Simon Tarly and Alena Flowers but never put together that he rode with her favor (until Titus had beat him earlier in the day). Balon leered at Alena. Those are the kind of breasts I'd like to bury my face in. That was one of many inappropriate thoughts Balon had. After a half dozen drinks Balon went to the privy to relieve himself. As he swayed back and forth he found himself having trouble with his aim. "Seven damn it!" he yelled as he found himself pissing on his boots. He raised a foot to shake the urine off but got off balance and crashed into the wall. Laughing, Balon stumbled out of the privy just in time for another round. He wasn't sure how much time had passed or how much more he'd drank but Balon was in the privy again vomiting up large amounts of beer. "Bluuurrrggggghhh" out it came, so hard and fast that vomit came out of his nose too. His eyes watered from heaving and he found the world spinning. He made his way out of the privy and back into the hall. "I... I just need to sitasd dowernnn for a min..." Balon plopped himself into a booth and felt himself lie down on the seats. I just need to close my eyes for a moment. was the last thing Balon remembered.
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Oct 8, 2018 10:49:14 GMT 1
Roland did not over indulge, attempting to retain control of his faculties while still sharing jokes and friendship with a man he expected to encounter again during the melee. Drink was taken so as not too be rude, but not so much as to imperil his performance in the joust. Still, moderation has its cost - he was almost at the point of taunting Lord Willum to go on some grand adventure with Lord Starling: hunting bandits lords together, a competition against the best the Companions had to offer or some such. One more drink's work of good spirits and friendship and he was certain Lord Willum would have agreed to such, helping sate Lord Starling's thirst for glory. Alas, it was not to be and Lord Willum was distracted by drinking to some new topic before Roland could quite tease him in to such. However, keeping a clear head had its advantages, and if there was something strange afoot it would have to be well hidden indeed to elude Roland, even as he kept his distance from the riotously drunk Ser Balon. D7 Happily Drunk 6 drink - Charm (Amiable);Taunt;Awarenessx2: 4d6k3+3 16 3d6+3 14 3d6 10 3d6 15+2 Disposition with Lord Willum - Six drinks and Charm succeeds Best awareness result: 15 [OOC: Six drinks, no Endurance test rolled as can't succeed on beating passive Endurance. Not sure if Roland's scheme was best done as Taunt or Persuade - both same dice pool and just failed on that roll anyway.]
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Post by Father on Oct 8, 2018 12:11:26 GMT 1
"Hah! A rematch in the melee sounds like the makings of a song! Lord Karl clearly likes that thought. "The old man can still sit well on his horse, but fortitude is what counts in the melee, and that is a young man's game!" He does not really have an "indoor voice" when sober, and as the ale keeps coming, there is only the battlefield voice left in his repertoire, thunderous enough to lift the roof. "Say, good ser Roland, Lord Starling and the companions will surely ride with you? What better challenge to take on than the Kingsguard? See who's best, the white brothers or the companions, eh?" A few other knights joins in, notably young Ser Aladore Florent, next to the imposing Lord Karl, Ser Aladore appears more the stick figure, almost being thrown off balance when Lord Karl slaps him on the back after he threw a jape, the heir to Brightwater Keep is charming and quick-witted, but Lord Karl grows bored and slightly irritated with his reluctance to drink "like a real man", prompting Ser Aladore to hesitate before downing his cup and getting a refill, it does not take long before his squire needs to have him carried back to the camp by the two Florent guards sent to accompany him.
Lady Arya seats herself next to Ser Roland, and presses in close as she complements the muscles of his arms, which she takes the liberty to give a good squeeze and congratulates him on claiming captaincy in the melee, though Alena is the more blatant huntress, with Lord Karl the prey, though he and everyone else other than Roland appears much to drunk to notice how she expertly manages to have herself nested into his lap, he surely thinks it must be his own charisma, Roland is quite certain that she must be after something else than a moment of enjoyment. He remembers Lord Karl toasting his betrothed earlier in the evening, now it is to beautiful bastards.
There'll be more fun in store, second awareness test result comes later.
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Oct 8, 2018 12:51:40 GMT 1
"Ha, Redtusk gave me my spurs, and I shall need to train long and hard with Ser Daeron if he is not to thrash them off me in such a meeting!" The Tyrell wine was just as good as the tales said. "Here's to Ser Daeron's swordsmanship, proving there's more than one way to win a tilt! To Ser Daeron Draketalon!" Roland blushed at Arya's compliment, deciding deflection was the best course, although trying to charm a woman in to pursuing a friend was not without its dangers. House Hunt was firmly in the King's camp, that much he knew. Perhaps this was simply a typical bastard's lusts, perhaps something more. She could be a good friend, but Roland was keen to bring honour to Janna Hightower favour rather than pursue bastards, however well connected. "Ah, Lord Starling would demand nothing less from me. Kingsbridge breeds strong men: have you scene our local lad Ser Marlon strike down rider after rider at the lists? The man is quite inspired." D7 Happily Drunk Persuade (Charm): 4d6k3+2 17He cast around, seeing if the man was nearby and if not retelling the knight's matches so far. While doing so he kept a keen eye on Lady Alena, so far content to merely turn the toasts to their knightly oaths as a reminder, but ready with something more foreceful if Lord Willum seemed likely to dishonour his young betrothed.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Oct 8, 2018 17:50:24 GMT 1
Even though he had more jousts in the morning against what would be even tougher opponents, Daeron was on a high between his victories and Blackfyre's visit that morning. Moreover, he had been quite bored by the mummer's show finding it to be too obtuse for his tastes. What's the harm that a few drinks could cause anyway? Seeing Balon, already deep in his cups and slurring his words he avoids him for the night before settling down on the far end of a table from Lord Karl. Hearing Ser Roland's toast, Daeron briefly blushes before downing his flagon and giving his own quip. "Draketalon? I've been hearing that I'm Daeron Wildfyre now? With so many nicknames, I'll end up confusing them and introducing myself as Wildtalon in future tourneys!""Anyway, I do wish that the formalities of the tilting could be skipped for the rest of my matches and that we go straight to swords, saves everyone the trouble of having to get up on a horse in the first place."Having downed a handful of drinks now, he begins to wag his tongue. "Why on Driftmark we would hold jousts, but they were on the decks of ships instead of horses and both jousters would get knocked down after the first tilt before going to swords. These are the ways you entertain yourself when you live on a cold rock with no real horses. I say though, that I'm just living up to my family's traditions and expectations by going to swords after the first lance. Ha!"All day he had done well at being a proper knight, but now the blood of the Unworthy was flowing again and Daeron's low cunning began to take over. "Lord Willum why challenge a Kingsguard when you can challenge a prince? Now that would be a battle to witness, two men built like bulls facing each other down in the melee! Defeating Prince Maekar would place Hawthornes on the tongue of every noble in the kingdom."Throughout his night at the Golden Rose, Daeron took every moment to regale listeners with how Daemon Blackfyre visited the Companions earlier in the day and how the bonds of friendship between House Starling and Blackfyre were deepened through gifts and praise. He also took the time to listen to the men in their cups to see if there was anything of note coming from their mouths.
6 drinks, because Daeron isn't a complete idiot. Happily Drunk-Persuade (Taunt)-TN 15: 4d6+2 16Happily Drunk-Persuade (Incite) vs Maekar-TN 15: 4d6+2 20+1 Disposition w/Karl Happily Drunk-Awareness (Notice) 1: 4d6k3 9Happily Drunk-Awareness (Notice) 2: 4d6k3 11D7-Gossip-Fire-Persuade (Convince)+Status: 6d6k4+7 21D7-Learn Rumors: 2d6 9
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Post by Addam Velaryon on Oct 8, 2018 19:50:31 GMT 1
Happily Drunk 8 Drinks: 3d6 5 Fail! Correct Poison Roll: 2#3d6 10 13 2 DoS total Happily Drunk Charm: 5d6k3+3 16 Happily drunk attractive reroll: 2d6 6 19 total, Fail Happily Drunk awareness rolls: 2#3d6k1-3 3 2 Better than I thought, but 2 crit fails.
The day had been long and disappointing, and after the news he heard that night and being unhorse, no one deserved to get drunk more than Addam. Against the advice of his betters, Addam quickly downed 6 tankards of ale in rapid succession. While the feat was impressive in and of itself, it was clear that the young was in over his head. Instead of coherent sentences, only exuberant noise left his mouth as he tried to praise Lord Karl for his skills and talents. Seeing Balon fast asleep in one of the booths, Addam thought it would be best to wake his friend up and help him back to camp, but instead he was rewarded with a resistant shove into one of the other chairs around the table. Maybe Balon had the right idea, and besides the table look as good of a place as any to rest his head. Alright just a quick nap he thought to himself as he laid his arms and head onto the table.
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Post by Father on Oct 9, 2018 14:15:52 GMT 1
"Give him a chance to prove himself against the mighty Lord Willum?" Karl seems to consistently agree with the last suggestion made, likely whatever decision taken tonight would not last long. "To Prince Breakspear for stepping aside to let the younger brother have a chance to win glory to his name! Neither Roland nor Daeron fails to note that Lady Alena eggs him on, though they can scarce make out her words, their effectiveness in awakening his most primal desires are quite clear, guiding his hand to the inside of her thigh. More than a few knights are joining Addam and Balon in dozing off or getting past the point of having any sort of meaningful conversation by this point. Both knights of Kingsbridge makes note of a suspicious looking individual, hooded and shifty, getting up and dropping a tip on the table, having nursed only a single cup of ale drawn out over a long evening, he seems familiar to Roland, but nobody he can properly place. Of course, Roland might be a little bit distracted by Lady Arya, quite persistent in her advances and unwilling to settle for anything less than the man who displaced the famous Fireball to win himself a captaincy. She have quite clearly had a few cups to work up her courage. Seduce: 5d6k3 15You are free to act upon any of the above as you wish, apart from Roland's conscience probably mentioning something about not taking advantage of a lady that obviously have lost her inhibitions to the drink, there isn't really any clear "right way" that anyone should behave in this situation. That roll might make Roland fall to the sinful temptations of the flesh, simply distract him enough by the sexy to not act upon other things or he might have the mental fortitude to pull himself free from her and act upon the other stuff going on as a proper gallant knight should, whatever it is that a proper gallant knight should be doing in this situation.
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Oct 9, 2018 21:33:28 GMT 1
Roland felt a slight flutter at the flattering attention. He resisted, but only just and would doubtless have been powerless if pursued by one of the court's great beauties. Indeed, it was a mercy she did not have a Dornish look about her either, else he'd have been more tempted than he was. As it was, he called his squire, Hugh, over and attempted to extricate himself by offering a moonlit ride back to House Hunt's encampment. A show of gallantry to a supporter, lied Roland to himself. Still, such a display risked tongues wagging, as did Roland leaning in close to Arya's ear to make his offer.
Standing, he moved towards the hooded watcher, attempting a conversational tone but ready to pursue if that man set off.
"Hold Ser, you have a passing familiar look. Did we campaign in Dorne together or face each other at a tourney?"
Roland was a man of many virtues. Subtlety was not among them.
Lann the Clevre would doubtless have followed this schemer back to some viper's nest and unpicked their plot.
Roland was not Lann the Clever.
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Post by Father on Oct 9, 2018 23:03:52 GMT 1
"I am no fancy knight like you, ser." It is hard to make out any of his features, his face mostly concealed by his hood, but if Roland had thought this man to be a knight, then he must have drank more than he thought. "Just a builder hoping one of these lords have need of repairs to be made on their castles, these seems to be in no mood to discuss such matters." There aren't any pressing need for such work at Kingsbridge, at least not so pressing that Lord Starling could spare the coin. Likely he was all out of work as spring typically was when the damage done by frost and snow became apparent, those repairs would have been done by now. Deception(act): 6d6k4 15
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Oct 10, 2018 9:27:28 GMT 1
The man's story had a ring of truth to it, but his actions and attire were most queer and Roland had been sure he recognised him.
"The nights have been warm and dry, and I am sure I recognise you from somewhere. Will you not set down your hood and indulge me?"
Best not to tarry overlong on such matters and see Arya back to camp.
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Post by Father on Oct 10, 2018 12:05:46 GMT 1
"I would certainly have remembered encountering the most famous and gallant Ser Roland Cordwayner, word is that you are to be the next Longthorn" He gives a chuckle and a wide grin. "I'll believe that when they give you a dashing nickname ser, though I suppose those black boots do not lend themselves well to inspiration" He tips his hood in some sort of salute as he turns to leave, the shadows and darkness outside concealing whatever facial features that might be revealed. An experienced schemer would have seen through the feinting flattery and quip about the Cordwayner sigil as an attempt to make Roland forget all about wanting to see his face.
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Oct 10, 2018 12:20:42 GMT 1
Drink had been taken, and Ser Roland was unusually easily deflected by the man's misdirection.
Roland half wished the charming Arya Flowers was not present, before dismissing the thought as beneath him.
He turned to escort the young lady back to her father's camp, for the night was dark and full of terrors. He should indeed attempt to be gallant as that strange figure said.
House Cordwayner's spare son was halfway to Lord Hunt's camp, and the stranger long gone when the thought hit him.
Fool. You have been bearing the Kingsbridge arms. No common mason would be familiar with House Cordwayner's arms even if he had watched all of your matches in the jousting. Seven times a fool.
[/scene for my part]
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Post by Father on Oct 10, 2018 13:06:21 GMT 1
Lady Arya seems rather disappointed when the invitation to escort her home turns out to be nothing more than an invitation to escort her home, her mood becomes more irritated and cold as what she perceives at rejections to her enticing suggestions for detours to secluded places, however courteous the declines are delivered. By the time they reach Lord Hunt's camp, even the prospect of so much as a kiss on the cheek in goodbye has faded entirely.
Ball kicked back into Daeron's court then, follow the man? Prevent Lord Karl from being seduced and dishonoring his betrothed? Mae sure that Addam and Balon won't have their pockets rifled through?
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Oct 11, 2018 0:41:20 GMT 1
Something felt off to Daeron. He had heard something lately about a hooded man, maybe it was the alcohol or falling too many times off his horse but he was having a tough time recalling why it was important. It was like having a word on the tip of his tongue, where he knew it, but didn't know it. Happily Drunk-Cunning (Memory): 3d6 12
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