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Post by Father on Aug 23, 2021 8:54:11 GMT 1
Balon and Addam
Low chatter fills the sept in anticipation of the arrival of the bride, the guests are settled on the benches, one would not want to risk ruining the moment for the bride. Just waiting for the bells to announce time for silence, the appearance of the septon suggests the time is near. But instead of the bells, there are angry shouts and the doors of the sept are flung open by a red faced Ser Elbert, father of the bride. "Bridestealer!" He yells in angry desperation "Bridestealer!" and the low chatter turns into silence broken by curses.
Chasing The Bridestealer! Awareness (Notice) TN 12 Agility (Quickness) TN 12 Athletics (Run) TN 12 -Each 3 DoS: Reduce the number of chase rounds needed to get hold of a horse. -Success on all tests): React and move quick enough to see that The Bride is helped on her horse by Ser Bridestealer and they ride away together. -Critical failure: Cannot chase. -Chase scene: This one is first to 5 points rather than 3, otherwise it uses Animal Handling (Ride) for the conflict test (Bridestealer is at -1D for riding double). -It takes 5 chase rounds to get hold of a horse, minus 1 per 3 DoS on the tests above, getting hold of your own horse takes an extra round (in which case you gain +1D if it moves faster than 8, -1D if it is slower, and +1b per bonus dice beyond the first two it has in run). For each round needed to get hold of a horse, you do not make a test (thus The Bride Stealer gets +1 point on you that round), make as many conflict tests as the theoretical maximum needed to resolve the chase (First to 5 means at most 9 chase rounds, thus make one test for each of those rounds you are not at horse, for speedy resolution, list your results by round below the dice code like so: [Dices] Round 1->4: Getting hold of horse. Round 5: 18 Round 6: 17 etc -If one pursuer catches up, all pursuers who have not been shaken off at the end of that chase round will be able to intercept the Bridestealer.
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Aug 23, 2021 22:19:47 GMT 1
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Post by Father on Aug 25, 2021 12:19:06 GMT 1
Davos
At Greenholt, a wedding that ordinarily would pass far down the list of notable events this season turns into possibly something else entirely with the surprise appearance of Ser Norren Wythers, ostensibly come to deliver a morning gift for the groom, while the brooch is exquisite, Ser Norren is met with scorn and consternation and it takes not long before the fears about the true purpose of the visit are realized.
"Lord Starling, do pass along my best wishes from my liege to your daughter, we heard she could not take Lord Fossoway's Cider...one should have thought that those of Kingsbridge were made of sterner stuff....but maybe I would be wrong to think so, why indeed would such a pretty lady as your wife give birth to only the one child? Your prowess at the joust compensation for lacking performance elsewhere? Such a lovely lady as she once was....a proper man would satisfy her over and over"
Lord Willem's face turns a deep shape of purple, it is all he can do to not punch the blackguard then and there. "You will take back your words, ser, or steel will prove your dishonor" Ser Norren smiles wickedly, obviously the response he had desired, but Lord Oldflowers finally finds the courage to intervene, but rather too late to prevent the damages, he draws his dagger and tosses it in front of Ser Norren. "There will be none of that, here is your guest gift, ser, now leave my lands or I shall consider you in breach of the king's peace and act accordingly!"
Ser Norren simply picks it up and turns to leave. "Enjoy the wedding feast my lords, I shall gladly meet your steel with mine on the morrow, you will find me waiting at the border stone on the road to the east should you not have lost your courage by then, Lord Starling."
It is as if though all joy and merriment that should have accompany the wedding and the feast to follow have left with Ser Norren. Perceptive as Davos is, he does not miss that the Starling knights, none of the truly notable companions, are worried and unsuccessful in dissuading their liege from allowing another to stand for him. Surely they see the same as is readily apparent to most, Ser Norren being an extremely capable and dangerous warrior in his prime will normally be find no challenge in the aging Lord Starling, and given his foul reputation and the inclinations of the lord he serves, The Blackguard likely means to kill, a murder clear as any, just not one he may be legally executed for.
A look around the room suggests to Davos that none in it can persuade Lord Willem to let another stand in his place, and none could possibly hope to defeat a man like Ser Norren.
None, except perhaps himself.
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Post by Father on Aug 25, 2021 21:09:55 GMT 1
Robyn
At Redcross, the wedding and bedding proceeds without incident, so far so good, which is to say...in the Reach these days, to say so loud is certain to make one eat those words.
Ser Theomore Bulwer, Known as The Gray Ox, with impressive physique for his age, if perhaps his belly might start to sag a little on account of too much ale, and he certainly have had one tankard too many this night, not including the one he is holding now, after the bedding where his fondling of the bride stretched rather too far beyond propriety. "No Virgin!" He declares with a happy laugh. "But what could you expect given her kind?"
Awkward silence fills the room on account of disapproval over the "examination" he based that conclusion of, nevermind that he luckily was hardly thorough enough to establish any such fact, him adding insult to the bride does not help the mood of the hall. Ser Theomore remains in high spirits, downing his tankard and yelling for more, oblivious to the fact that none finds his antics funny.
Wise men would pay him no attention and let him simply embarrass himself until he grows bored of the subject.
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Post by Robyn Redwolf on Aug 27, 2021 13:33:58 GMT 1
RobynAt Redcross, the wedding and bedding proceeds without incident, so far so good, which is to say...in the Reach these days, to say so loud is certain to make one eat those words. Ser Theomore Bulwer, Known as The Gray Ox, with impressive physique for his age, if perhaps his belly might start to sag a little on account of too much ale, and he certainly have had one tankard too many this night, not including the one he is holding now, after the bedding where his fondling of the bride stretched rather too far beyond propriety. "No Virgin!" He declares with a happy laugh. "But what could you expect given her kind?"Awkward silence fills the room on account of disapproval over the "examination" he based that conclusion of, nevermind that he luckily was hardly thorough enough to establish any such fact, him adding insult to the bride does not help the mood of the hall. Ser Theomore remains in high spirits, downing his tankard and yelling for more, oblivious to the fact that none finds his antics funny. Wise men would pay him no attention and let him simply embarrass himself until he grows bored of the subject. Robyn was not a wise man. He is no fool, though, where most would stay silent Robyn couldnt help but allow a few words to retort such offending remarks, but the last time he did so it landed him in a duel. Appleton was... quite the reminder of how small he truly is when it comes to the realities of life, and while he still strove for glory and chivalry above all else, he cannot overcome everything that stood in his path. The Gray Ox was a lot larger then that Oakheart dog, thus something Redwolf could be crushed by. But, if he kept it simple enough, not insult him as harshly, things might end differently. Robyn remained seated, but was close enough to Ser Theomore that his questioning of him wasnt given at too loud of a shout, "Her Kind? Ser, what do you mean by that?" His expressions remained indifferent when compared to rage or humor, as he did not want The Gray Ox to do anything except answer how he saw fit. Robyn was giving him the opportunity to clarify his misstep and apologize, or alternatively make himself look like more of an ass.
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Post by Father on Aug 30, 2021 21:26:00 GMT 1
"Everyone knows that the blood of The Rhoynar runs hot and lustful!" The man bellows in a voice so loud and certain as only that of a drunk man would be before banging his empty tankard on the table. "More ale, wench!"
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Post by Robyn Redwolf on Sept 1, 2021 15:06:25 GMT 1
Robyn rolled his eyes; whatever hope he had of Ser Theomore recanting his statement completely diminished when he doubled down. Not only were there a good number in attendance with the same ancestry that he so offhandedly insulted, but the awkward tension in the air made it clear that no one else was going to stop him from spouting forth more.
So Redwolf took it upon himself to do so.
"Ser Bulwer, if you were to drink anymore ale your transformation from Ox to Ass would be complete. I believe you have mistook this ceremony as a chance to drink your fill of libation and hurl insults shortly before hurling your own guts: this is no such affair. Apologize to Lady Shiera and the good Lord Alyn for your misunderstanding and ale-influenced behavior. Show them that your honor, of which I have no doubt holds steadfast, was only clouded by the haze of the drink and not tarnished with a permanent lack of propriety."
Again, he stayed sitting, and when he threw insults it was not done with any malice. They were given as firm reminders of where he was, and it took every inch of Robyn's willpower to show no expression except stoic distaste when giving his warning.
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Post by Father on Sept 5, 2021 23:06:25 GMT 1
"I will give you one chance to apologize and withdraw your words, BOY!" Ser Theomore stomps his tankard on the table with barely contained rage. "Or I shall give you the beating your mother neglected to dispense"
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Post by Father on Sept 9, 2021 12:48:49 GMT 1
Laena and Roland
At Squirrel Hall, a somewhat smaller crowd than the hosts surely had hoped for has gathered, and those staying away appears to find no reason yet to regret their decision, this wedding threatens to seem rather dull in comparison to the tales those present will hear from other places.
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Sept 11, 2021 5:50:41 GMT 1
Mikel had been to Oldtown before but of all that he had heard that was going on, none of it seemed very interesting. At least Oldtown was a large place with many people and perhaps he might find distraction - or something better - to fill his time with by going there. Or find new people to hate. Perhaps a nice Tavern brawl? Or some beautiful women. He might even go to the interment of Grand Maester Alford. [A4] Oldtown Audience Test: 3d6+6 11I rolled the audience test before I picked somebody, because I had the time to roll tonight but I'm probably turning in soon and haven't even looked at the NPC list. If this is folly, I can strike it. Chance TN 10 for Denyse present: 2d6 3She's not. Oldtown: Daeron, Mikel Squirrel Hall: Laena Redcross: Robyn Greenholt: Davos Rose Hall: Balon, Addam Technically, the rules about marking the roll favors Mikel in this case, since 11 is failure even vs Status 3 characters. I was going to be the bigger man and admit my folly, suffer my consequences. But its been awhile since I posted so in the spirit of 'getting back in it...!' I would like to nominate Lord Mandrake! We have unfinished buisness. [A4] Oldtown Audience Test (Lord Mandrake): 3d6+6 14I just feel like 14 was the perfect roll. This ones in the bag!
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Post by Father on Sept 13, 2021 8:53:34 GMT 1
14 probably won't get you the attention of anyone interesting (Lord Mandrake did not come).
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Post by Robyn Redwolf on Sept 29, 2021 21:21:01 GMT 1
"I will give you one chance to apologize and withdraw your words, BOY!" Ser Theomore stomps his tankard on the table with barely contained rage. "Or I shall give you the beating your mother neglected to dispense" Robyn glanced around at the rest in attendance, trying to wager if they were on his side or not. Better to appeal to them, Robyn thought as he scoffed dismissively at Ser Theomore's threat, "Were my words so offensive? You insulted our host, and yet my acknowledgement of you liquor laden libel mustn't pass without a beating?"
"Ser, if you did not want me calling out your affront, perhaps you shouldn't have said it at all?" He said it with a smile, attempting to joke with those who were listening. "Unless I am mistaken, and Lady Shiera nor good Lord Alyn view his words the same way I do. But I have no intention of disrupting this gathering with such a sight, though I assure you: my mother dispensed plenty of beatings, and I doubt anything you could give would match."Again, he stayed seating, but looked to Shiera to see how she was taking the affair.
Willing to do a charm roll against those in attendance, Robyn doesnt want trouble, but having others on his side is helpful when calling out drunken knights.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Oct 3, 2021 1:32:01 GMT 1
With Lady Falyse politely turning down his unlikely proposal and Lord Florent providing his vital advice in a timely manner, Ser Daeron found himself leaving Oldtown sooner than expected. Whether it was by the will of the Seven or just pure luck he was passing by Greenholt on his way back to Kingsbridge when he heard that "Ser" Norren Wythers had been spotted in the vicinity. That ill-made knight and his ilk were always harbingers of dark events and with Lord Willem in attendance at that loyalist wedding, Daeron had few doubts as to why one of Longtable's blackguards was nearby.
So he held his nose and entered into the Red Dragon's snakepit of a wedding dinner and hoped to the gods that he would find the man he considered to be his father to still be alive and well. As a guest under Lord Oldflower's roof he would be polite, keep his tongue still, and say nothing about politics. There would be a time and place for him to have his voice heard, but he needed to make some friends here, not more enemies.
The things I do for my lord.
Daeron spends 1 DP to land in the right place at the right time.
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Post by Davos Dayne on Oct 3, 2021 1:59:13 GMT 1
[Feel free to use the Greenholt thread, probably easiest to keep it all in one place]
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Post by Father on Oct 3, 2021 15:05:40 GMT 1
How dare you! Ser Theomore's face takes on a purplish hue of pure rage. "Is there any knight who would take responsibility for this whelp of a squire?"
This being post-bedding, bride and groom have retired to consummate the marriage.
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