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Post by Father on Jun 24, 2018 22:45:48 GMT 1
The inn is bustling with activity, mostly knights not caring for the jockeying for position that happens at Lord Tyrell's reception, as soon as Lord Karl Willum could retire from the great hall without shaming his host, he had made his way down to where they kept it real. He envied these men, they did not have his lordly responsibilities, did not have to worry about the well-being of all his people. If he could have decided his lot in life, it would surely be as a knight errant, riding from tourney to tourney and protecting the people on the road, rescuing maidens from bandits and marry the fairest and most lovely maid in the world, the one that his heart chose rather than the one that his father had picked. But tonight, he would just be a man in good company with a steady flow of ale, and of course, his favorite song, though it wasn't about him, he doesn't have a wife, probably why tonight, life is good.
Challenge:
Karl Willum is feasting and drinking at the inn, characters may try to impress him by attempting the following:
Persuasion (Taunt) TN 9, he likes a good jape at his expense.
Athletics (Strength) TN 18, beat him at arm wrestling.
Drink like a fish: Take 8 servings of Ale, withstand two attacks of (8-Endurance)D6, if the number of DoS scored equals your endurance, you get knocked out and loose.
Drink him under the table: Anyone not passed out may engage in a competition test with Lord Karl, Endurance(Resilience) TN 12 repeat as needed to determine the winner (make 10 dice rolls for speedy determination), beating other PC's grants bragging rights.
For each success, Lord Karl's disposition towards you increases by one step.
Suffice to say, no lady of virtue would try the last three, and she should probably not even be here.
Special: By succeeding on Deception (Cheat) TN 13, you gain +1D on arm wrestling, reduce the number of attack dice by 2 when drinking like a fish. You may also gain +1D on drinking him under the table, but the TN is now the highest passive awareness(notice) around the table (default at 13). You must test separately in each instance. Critical failure means you get discovered* and Lord Karl will be greatly angered (-6 disposition, overriding any gains).
*PC's may chose not to reveal your dishonorable ways, should you fail to conceal these from them (critical failure against higher passive awareness than 13).
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Jun 26, 2018 21:27:08 GMT 1
"Let us see if you sit that bench better than you sat your horse at Ashford Lord Willum," Roland joked, hoping to remind the boisterous Lord of a previous meeting in the lists. The fiery haired lord didn't seem to mind this bold opening gambit, smiling broadly at the jest. The situation deteriorated however when the hulking lord took Roland up on the offer, seizing the shorter knight's arm and crushing him in an arm-wrestling match almost before Roland had taken his seat. While possessed of a redoubtable stamina from many hours in the lists and already the subject of the room's mirth rather than part of it, Roland priggishly turned his nose up at the ale of offer. He stiffly drank some watered down wine briefly for the sake of appearances before turning his back on proceedings. Better to sup a small token of what the Seven give us than lose all senses with these fools. No matter a man's age or accomplishments, defeat hurts. Willum Even - Strength (Athletics): 5d6k4 10 - 1 DoS, Lord Karl Willum's disposition improves by one step.Willum Event - Persuasion (Taunt): 3d6 9[Passing up the Endurance rolls as it doesn't seem in character] |
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jun 27, 2018 7:14:08 GMT 1
Willum Arm Wrestling, TN 18: 4d6k4 7 Fail Willum Drink like a Fish, TN 16: 2#4d6k4 17 16 2 DoS, Still Standing. Drink him Under the Table TN 12: 10#4d6k4 17 14 14 14 15 8 12 14 15 13________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ It had been a long day for Ser Balon. It'd begun with so much promise, then it came crashing down with the Lord Leo debacle, only to be redeemed with Lady Laena and Lady Jeyne. Balon needed relief and the best place for that was an inn. Inside Balon saw the loud and seemingly drunk Lord Karl. Now that man looks like he knows how to have a good time. He ordered a beer and stayed at the periphery at first, watching and listening to the bawdy japes and good natured taunting. Balon was never one for taunts and instead waited for a chance to arm wrestle. Balon wasn't the strongest in the land but he thought he'd be able to hold his own. When an opportunity presented itself Balon sat down across from Lord Karl and held out his arm, "You'll piss yourself before you beat me." Lord Karl stared at him, a little wild eyed from all the alcohol, before sneering, "Boy you'll be lucky if I don't break that twig you call an arm." Balon opened his hand, "Whenever you're ready my lord." Balon rubbed his forearm for awhile after the short lived contest. It'd felt like his arm had almost been ripped off. Balon joked with Karl, "I guess this means you pissed your pants my lord." he laughed before yelling, "Beer! And don't stop bringing it!" Some time later Balon was staring at Karl, slurring as he talked, "And then he said-er I know you! And I said of course you know me, I'm me! Why... why-aaaaa do you even care?" Balon spilled some of his beer into his lap, "MORE BEER!" before continuing he wiped foam off his goatee. "And that's when I knew... it was like looking at the sunset for the first time. Ya know? Just like this, bshhhhhh!" Balon made and explosion sound and waved his arms about. Balon looked at Lord Karl who had an expressionless stare. Balon looked around, "Wait... what was I talking about again?" before busting out laughing.
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Post by Father on Jun 30, 2018 0:18:22 GMT 1
Lord Bryce made good on his promise to have some fun into the night, regaling the whelps of summer with stories of how the young king kicked the Dornish ass, declining Lord Karl's challenge of arm wrestling with a remark about that, while maybe Lord Willum had a pressing need to prove himself, it would be most rude of a man three times his age to humiliate a boy so, and most ungallant to let him win. He is far from as able to hold his drink, however, soon he finds himself swimming in his cups, with slurred stories about how much Dornish wenches appreciated the performance of proper robust and strong men of the Reach as compared to the short and fragile Dornish men, more like girls without any of the parts that made girls interesting. He only repeats that part for the third time before his squire decides that it is well past time for him to retire for the night. Taunt Willum: 5d6 16drinking like a fish vs 12: 2#5d6 12 16 |
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jul 2, 2018 7:37:29 GMT 1
Persuasion/Charm + Status, Walton Wyl, TN 9: 5d6k3+3 20 3 DoS (Fire supporting test) ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ While Balon was drinking with Lord Karl another lord sat down by the name of Bryce. As the newcomer regaled the table with stories about kicking Dornish ass and their women requiring real men to satisfy them Balon took it as an opportunity to bash Walton Wyl, "Did you know I squired for Ser Quentyn Ball, that's right Fireball himself! Can you believe he was replaced by that degenerate Ser Walton Wyl?! How can he be a leader of men when he can't even control his wife?" A few more bar patrons started to pay attention and Balon nodded, "That's right, I've hear he is a cuckold. Can't satisfy her so she finds it wherever she can." Balon was trying to think of the worst possible thing, "Anyone will do. Knights, men-at-arms, smallfolk, you name it. I hear she takes it from the Master of the Kitchens... and he looks like he survived grey-scale!" Several of the knights were in shock, not believing someone like Ser Walton Wyl could be so inadequate, "Oh it's true. And not because his wife is ugly, though most Dornish women are. But because his tastes are more.... specific." The knights looked on waiting for Balon to continue. He added in a conspiratorial voice, "Lets just say I wouldn't let him be alone in the stables." A knight asked, "Stable boys?" Balon shook his head, "Neigh." There was a roar from the assembled group. The Master of Arms at the Red Keep practiced bestiality. "What is King Daeron doing by replacing men of integrity and honor like Ser Quentyn Ball with filth from Dorne? Is this the type of scum we want in King's Landing?! Are these the type of people we want passing laws that effect the chivalrous lords of the Reach?!" "Fear not, if he isn't busy stopping at Cider Hall looking at their horses I'll see to it I defeat him in the joust. When I'm through with him he'll run back to Wyl and weep while he listens to the moans of his wife being satisfied by the pot scrubber!"
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Post by Father on Jul 7, 2018 13:44:20 GMT 1
Other men join the fun, the great bastards Ser Aemon and Ser Farman the most notable, both producing comments that makes Lord Karl roar with laughter, for the first few rounds, Ser Farman seems to hold his drink remarkably well, jovially cracking jokes and luring a buxom serving girl up into his lap, whispering into her ear and gaining permission to let his hands wander where a knight's hands really should not, he temporarily excuses himself for a call of nature, for which the girl seems quite eager to join, upon his return, Ser Aemon remarks that it must have been the longest piss ever taken by a man, eliciting such an uncontrolled laughter from Lord Willum that he nearly falls of the bench. Perhaps overconfident, Ser Farman is the first of the four knights to hit the table fast asleep, while the remaining three still are going strong, Ser Balon manages to keep it going just a little while longer than Lord Willum with Ser Aemon sending for a few Florent men to aid the others back to their camps, Ser Farman loudly announcing the startling revelations concerning Ser Walton Wyl, the horselover, wherever he goes. Ser Aemon Flowers Taunt Willum: 4d6 18arm wrestling: 4d6 14drinking like a fish vs 16: 2#4d6 13 19 2 DoS Drinking under the table: 10#4d6 19 17 23 12 18 16 17 20 19 11Ser Farman Flowers Taunt Willum: 4d6 18arm wrestling: 4d6 11drinking like a fish vs 16: 2#4d6 15 11 0 DoS Drinking under the table: 10#4d6 11 20 13 17 14 19 15 11 12 18Lord Karl Willum Drinking under the table: 10#6d6k4 16 16 17 13 20 20 12 20 17 15 |
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Post by Father on Jul 8, 2018 12:45:03 GMT 1
Disposition gains with Lord Willum:
Roland: +1
Balon: +2
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