Post by Alliser on Oct 18, 2018 16:57:47 GMT 1
d8 manhunt track 2. assist CB +2 and RC +1 -1d 2nd track 1 DP convert bonus to test die: 5d6+3 23
d8 manhunt track 4 (KS+1 CB +1 RC -1b+DP convert)+(PB +1 CB +1RC -1b +3 LC +1D infl+ DP convert): 3d6+2+8d6k6+5 roll 1 17 roll 2 27
Lord Alliser was thoroughly done with the day, and he had not yet had breakfast. Nerves griped his stomach as he paced around the tent, fiddling nervously. He had sent Malyk out to organize the chaos that such searches had provided, and had sent Robyn to guard him, discreetly. With his Lords Heir kidnapped he did not want to take any chances with his retainers being on their own.
His son Imry had shot off like a rocket, in search of glory ostensibly. More likely he would wander circles around the woods, hacking at the underbush while on horseback. Alliser preferred him out there, he was less likely to damage Allisers plots if he was swinging at rhododendrons rather then Rennifers. Alenia had already spoke with the smitten Lord Karl, so it was unlikely that she would be interfering with any plots, most likely sitting with other women and pretending to be swooning over all the gallantry shown by the knights turning over barrels with their metal poles.
Thaddeus was partnered up with some brawny men following the puppet Daemon, so his safety was hopefully guaranteed, assuming that Lord Peake was not behind this sodding mess. Lord Alliser did not like it, but it would have caused more headaches to an already crammed day should he have tried to make issue of it. So he paced, occasionally casting a backwards glace at the table piled high with little figures, each carved to represent a house in the reach.
Just as he did so he heard the pages announce that a Ser Clayton Bolton and Ser Roland Cordwayner had arrived. "Good, See them in," was the lords command.
d8 manhunt track 4 (KS+1 CB +1 RC -1b+DP convert)+(PB +1 CB +1RC -1b +3 LC +1D infl+ DP convert): 3d6+2+8d6k6+5 roll 1 17 roll 2 27
Lord Alliser was thoroughly done with the day, and he had not yet had breakfast. Nerves griped his stomach as he paced around the tent, fiddling nervously. He had sent Malyk out to organize the chaos that such searches had provided, and had sent Robyn to guard him, discreetly. With his Lords Heir kidnapped he did not want to take any chances with his retainers being on their own.
His son Imry had shot off like a rocket, in search of glory ostensibly. More likely he would wander circles around the woods, hacking at the underbush while on horseback. Alliser preferred him out there, he was less likely to damage Allisers plots if he was swinging at rhododendrons rather then Rennifers. Alenia had already spoke with the smitten Lord Karl, so it was unlikely that she would be interfering with any plots, most likely sitting with other women and pretending to be swooning over all the gallantry shown by the knights turning over barrels with their metal poles.
Thaddeus was partnered up with some brawny men following the puppet Daemon, so his safety was hopefully guaranteed, assuming that Lord Peake was not behind this sodding mess. Lord Alliser did not like it, but it would have caused more headaches to an already crammed day should he have tried to make issue of it. So he paced, occasionally casting a backwards glace at the table piled high with little figures, each carved to represent a house in the reach.
Just as he did so he heard the pages announce that a Ser Clayton Bolton and Ser Roland Cordwayner had arrived. "Good, See them in," was the lords command.
