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    Timon

    Ryk looks out across the Ley as you fall silent, giving you some time to think. Presently, he speaks, his voice cracking earnestly. “Just find Lady Jonquil. I’ve no idea how those two ended up in the river.”

    OOC: This time Ryk influences you for 2, after applying your DR. You’re at 7/9 Composure unless you want to take Frustration instead.


    Kyle

    Lord Shawney disappears from view. Soon enough, a young herald boy makes an appearance, bowing. “Septon, I’ve been sent to bring you Shella, wife of Pard. Ser Ethan has commanded her to seek confession and punishment.” From behind him, a simple woman of some thirty years steps forth, clad in a roughspun dress. The herald departs.

    “G’day, Septon,” she offers. “The Lord said I’m to present meself your punishment for my crime.” She lowers her eyes. “Adultery. They’ve already struck me six times across the back with a switch, but now the Gods must punish me as well?” Her understanding of theology appears to be as limited as her understanding of rank; your nephew Ethan is a landed knight, not a lord, but smallfolk are prone to such mix-ups.


    Vlad

    Your risposte easily breaks past the knight’s defenses. He had stood high in his stirrups, extending mightily for each strike, but leaving himself open to your response. His black stallion backs away, its head rolling from side to side. On your right, the knight with the clam on his shield begins slashing harder and faster, raking your armor with his blade. Your horses jockey and snap at one another, stomping and dancing in a tight circle.

    Somewhere behind you, you hear the twang of a crossbow and the shriek of the bolt glancing off steel. Ser Willis dances his horse to the side, twisting to see the bowman, only to be taken full in the chest by his foeman’s halberd. He goes down in a clanging heap. The crossbowman himself flees for the deeper wood, revealing himself a coward before gods and men. His companion with the halberd hefts it and turns towards you. He's still five yards away.

    There are now only three men left standing (or astride a horse) in the clearing—you, the Clam Knight, and the halberdier footman.

    OOC: Your strike is good for 4 DOS and the defeat of the mace-wielding knight. It's up to you as to the manner of defeat. I left it ambiguous in case you want him for a prisoner. The longsword-wielding knight with the clam painted on his shield strikes for 7d6 best 4: 17 and 2 DOS, dealing 10 damage minus 9 from your armor. You take 1 damage.


    Ser Ethan

    Wate bows deeply and gratefully, while the Greenarm’s gesture is more reserved. They both take their leave of the chamber, exiting through different doors. Your remaining retainers tactfully exit as well, reading your exasperation with the petitioners. Only Ser Elmar stays, getting up to wander Templestone with you.

    Outside the great hall, Templestone is little more than a few winding corridors and old septons’ quarters, converted now into your personal solar and a few rooms for your family and close attendants. Old, faded tapestries line the walls, depicting the Andal conquest. Back in those days, knights were much more zealous in their piety. Many of those depicted have carved the seven-pointed star into their chests or foreheads, and legend has it that the Andal conquerors struck their most decisive blows when they charged with seven hundred and seventy-seven knights. Between the the tapestries are evenly spaced torch sconces and alcoves featuring statues of each of the Seven. Each one bears evidence of worship--wilting flowers left at the Maiden's feet, a pair of spurs and an old dent-rimmed shield set before the Warrior, and a simple workman's hammer leaned up against the Smith. It’s a serviceable enough holdfast, but the defensive fortifications are mostly external—thickened walls, mortared over windows, a crenellated rooftop—leaving the inside more pious than lordly.

    OOC: Either people can come find you or vice versa. Assume you can easily figure out where everyone else is by asking around.

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    Timon
    Quote Originally Posted by Ser heretic View Post
    Ryk looks out across the Ley as you fall silent, giving you some time to think. Presently, he speaks, his voice cracking earnestly. “Just find Lady Jonquil. I’ve no idea how those two ended up in the river.”
    Timon smiles grimly in response. "I never expected you did, Ryk. After all, you've a business to run. I understand if you've got other priorities than keeping an eye on the whereabouts of two whores."

    Nah, no need for Frustration just yet.
    Read Target: 7d6k4 15 Oh FFS Orokos! What's it going to take to get a result higher than 15?

    BTW, still hoping for a reply regarding how quickly we can regain DP. If I don't have to be without my DP for too long, I'd like to spend one here to boost my result to 18.

    Also, does Timon know where the girls lived? Was it at the Fist?
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    Vlad

    Vlad smiles with satisfaction as the flat of his blade cracks on the side of the head of the mace wielding knight. Slowly as if almost being pulled from the saddle the enemy knight falls to the ground unconcious and out of the fight.

    Turning hus attention back to the last remaining knight, Vlad does his best to end the threat here so he can turn his attention elsewhere....sych as to the approaching halbardier.

    Attack knight with sword-
    Attack sword wielding knight: 12d6k6
    Total= 32

    OOC- is it safe to admit that Vlad is a bad...bad man.

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    Kyle

    “Has anybody checked your woundsto ensure that they do not become infected?” Heindicated the woman to sit.What she had done was not favourable to the Seven, but it did not warrant hersuffering unduly.


    “You have been foundguilty of adultery and your sentence in the eyes of your Lord has been carriedout. The Seven has many things to say on this matter, but tell me before I passany judgment upon you on their behalf, tell me why did you stray?

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    The bald crown and bulging belly of Lord Garlon Shawney catches Ser Ethan’s eye. The one armed old solider continues to stagger out of the tower out in the courtyard. “Are you here on Vickon’s business? Somebody else’s?”

    Ser Ethan spies his uncle speaking to Shalla at the top of the tower, and secretly hopes that he doesn’t condemn her to the silent sisters.
    “The Seven can be seen as merciful….I dare not.”

    Ethan thoughts return to the unlucky Lord Shawney. ‘Should the old codger pay his respects to me as the host? Or do I approach him as the elder?’ The intricacies of etiquette never quite registered with Ethan. In the end, Ethan just stands there, as he continues to relax.

    After a moment - “I wonder what trouble Mason got himself into?”


    OOC - Did we lose Mason already? If he is still around, I will seek him out in the cellars.

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    Something in Ryk’s demeanor seems off. He’s normally an even keel, but he’s rocking on his feet. You’ve seen the look before, back during the Rebellion. Men would show up to join the army with hastily-painted shields and ripped tabards, suspiciously new pennants hanging from spears. Such late arrivals were to be expected with the realm’s loyalties divided. Loren would welcome them with bread and ale, but send them to fight in the vanguard. Those that lived were considered pardoned by the crown and absolved by the Gods.

    Ryk turns back, changing the subject. “It’s been good for the Fist since the rains began, despite the loss of the smoke-meat. I may be able to rouse some coin for this year’s taxes early if you need it.”

    You don’t take this as an overt bribe; it’s too obvious.



    OOC: I’m planning on awarding DP on a pretty regular basis, so we’ll say you used one and got an 18 here. Ryk fails to influence you. Ryk is using Convince (Act) and his disposition is Indifferent.



    Vlad


    As your warhorses churn against one another, plowing the ground and each other with heavy hooves, you manage to maneuver to the inside, bashing your opponent’s sword wide and away with your shield and leaving him exposed to your own blade. A few cuts to his exposed shield arm and a pommel bash to the face later, he drops his sword and shouts “YBIELD!” through a mouthful of blood. The halberdier drops his polearm and runs hard after the crossbowman.

    Taking stock of the situation, you can see that Ser Bennard is mortally skewered through the belly with a twelve foot pike, while Sers Leslyn and Willis are still moving. Ser Willis looks worse off, his breastplate staved in by the halberd, while Ser Leslyn’s injuries are less apparent. The Lychester host is likewise incapacitated—two men are certainly dead, hacked down and trampled in the charge, with one other nursing a bloodied arm. Of the knights, one is beheaded, one unconscious, and one has yielded. Two footmen ran off, but if you give chase, you’re not sure is Willis and Leslyn are in any shape to hold your captive. Finally, Ser Leo mumbles something through his gag, reminding you of his presence.

    Down next to him are a handful of saddlebags and packs, the supplies of the Lychester men. You can see some dirty turnips poking out from a satchel, as well as some skeins and a folded fishing net.


    Kyle

    Shella allows you to examine her back, which has not been bandaged. Since the wounds are so new, it’s hard to say whether or not any rot will set in, but surely your attention will help. As you work, Shella fills you in on the details of her sin.

    “It started out as a jape, or better said a dare. The ladies, they liked to say he’s called Steely Garth for his cock, rather than for his trade—he’s a smith. So me and Merryn were having a laugh at this and Steely Garth chanced to hear. Merryn skipped away, but I struck up a conversation with Garth and I decided to find the truth for meself.” She blushes a bit. “It turns out it’s not so steely, but he slipped me a silver after and so whenever I needed a bit of extra coin, I would go back to Garth. Twas more greed than lust, I confess it.”

    Down below, you see your nephew engaged with Lord Shawney in conversation.


    Ser Ethan

    Lord Shawney smiles graciously and nods when you address him. “Ser Ethan. So good to see you again.” At your mention of Vickon, his face curdles a bit—a more tactful man might brush it off, but Lord Shawney is liable to take offense at any oblique mention of his treason, even though he’s widely known to pine for the days of rebellion and regularly travel across the narrow sea. He looks like his head might boil for a moment, but then he composes himself. “I haven’t seen him in years, I’m afraid. If I did, I would surely try to convince him to prostrate himself before the Iron Throne and ask for mercy.” His words ring hollow as to the last part, but you can’t be sure whether or not he’s seen Vickon.

    “Now, Vickon was ever a fighter. I’ve always said you Leyburns are made of steel and manliness! I’d very much like to see you on the tourney grounds with steel in hand. As it happens, I have the honor of bearing an invitation for House Leyburn to attend the coming tourney at Whitewalls, in honor of Lord Butterwell’s marriage to a lady of Frey. Your appearance would bring favor upon all those present, I daresay. Everyone knows the roll of valor that your house commands—Vlad Kirov, Sweetsteel, the Blacktooth, and of course yourself and your uncles. Truly, it would be a grand addition.”



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    KYLE

    Hewithdrew a few supplies he carried with him and began tending her wounds. Therewas no need for her to suffer.
    “And howdid your husband respond when he found out? What did you do with the coin? Hasanything happened to Garth?”
    Heractions were near enough just that of a whore, but things he was aware were neverthat simple.
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    Awareness check – is shelying to me at all?
    Is Garth married atall?

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    Quote Originally Posted by Ser heretic View Post
    Something in Ryk’s demeanor seems off. He’s normally an even keel, but he’s rocking on his feet. You’ve seen the look before, back during the Rebellion. Men would show up to join the army with hastily-painted shields and ripped tabards, suspiciously new pennants hanging from spears. Such late arrivals were to be expected with the realm’s loyalties divided. Loren would welcome them with bread and ale, but send them to fight in the vanguard. Those that lived were considered pardoned by the crown and absolved by the Gods.

    Ryk turns back, changing the subject. “It’s been good for the Fist since the rains began, despite the loss of the smoke-meat. I may be able to rouse some coin for this year’s taxes early if you need it.”

    You don’t take this as an overt bribe; it’s too obvious.
    "Glad to hear you're doing well, Ryk. I'll be sure to keep your offer in mind," Timon responds with a little more warmth. "Now, tell me about Lord Shawney's squire. How did he take losing both his winnings and his whores at a throw of the dice? And who was it that won his coin?"

    Influence (Convince): 6d6k5 22

    OOC: A repeat request - does Timon know where the girls lived/slept? If not, I might want to add that question to this exchange.
    Also, the rains that Ryk keeps mentioning. I'm assuming that this is common knowledge and that Timon would know how long ago they occurred?

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    She hangs her head in shame, recalling again her sin. “Me ‘usband Pard…he took an axe to the stilts of Garth’s house when he found out. Only he didn’t figure Garth’s house would slide as it fell and take out our own home. All the coin and the rest of our affects are at the bottom of the Ley now. Lord Ethan bade Garth to find a wife and said he would lose his manhood if he laid with another man’s wife again. And Pard must pay for Garth’s damages, as soon as he earns enough.”

    She tests the bandages on her back with a ginger touch. “Thank you, septon. It feels better now, though the sting of the Father’s judgment cuts through still.”

    OOC: Your Healing (Treat Injury) check is good for 14, which is good enough to set the injury and prevent infection. Based on a secret Awareness check, you don’t think she’s lying to you.



    Timon

    At your mention of him doing well, Ryk’s mouth hardens and then quivers. He forces his eyes shut and turns away, rubbing his face. Turning back, he chokes out, “they took my boy, Timon. The ones that did in Nolla and Holly. Twasn’t Shawney’s squire, though he was quite the mess that night.” He paces back and forth in front of you, barely containing his angst. “There were three of them—rough types swept into town on the Riverfly—a riverboat that you've encountered in the past—“Nolla and Holly brought them some ale and soup late in the night and by the looks of it, traded a tale or two. But at the end, it all went sour. I think the Riverfly men shorted them by more than a handful of stags and Holly started making threats.” He meets your gaze. “Your name was mentioned. Holly threatened to ‘tell Ser Timon’ about something and one of them gave her the back of his hand. Right about then, my men and I broke it up. We marched them down to the jetty and told them not to return. The next day, they came back and told me they have my son and to keep quiet.” His eyes fill with tears. “I searched high and low for Jax, but he’s gone. The bastards have him, Timon.”

    You're not familiar with the men he's describing based on what Ryk has said so far. The Riverfly is a riverboat that came into Reedtown a week past and cast off just yesterday for Lord Harroway's Town. If memory serves, the boat has been through Reedtown a handful of times over the last few years, usually bearing fodder and hay. Its captain is Lew Longpalm, a competent and forgettable captain. Reedtown's trading dock usually has about three to four riverboats at anchor at any given time, along with about a dozen smaller fishing vessels and barges. Right now, the riverboats at anchor are Polemaiden, Moonspirit, and Blackrunner, none of which have any affiliation with the Riverfly, although Blackrunner was once a famed smuggling boat under its previous captain, Weird Wyl.

    OOC: Your result is good enough for three degrees of success. Ryk loses his composure and folds.

    Sorry about the miscue on your question--I falsely thought that I had previously answered it. You're not entirely sure where Nolla and Holly slept, but it was likely on the Fist itself most nights and Lady Jonquil has been known to offer her woman followers a warm bed at night.

    The rains Ryk has been referring to are the rains that ended the drought that ravaged the realm for the last couple years. The drought ended about six months ago, so he’s probably referring to rains during that time rather than a specific storm.
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    Vlad

    Vlad breathes a sigh of relief as the last knight yields. Lowering his sword to a low guard position, Vlad surveys the area.

    "I accept your surrender Ser, as such you will treated according to your station. I will require your assistance in securing your comrades."

    Vlad looks around until he finds the two servents hiding behind a tree. "You two! Come over here and be of some use. Assist Ser Leslyn up and into a sitting position. Get his helmet off and find something for him to drink. Let Ser Willis lay nearby, but take his helmet off and get him a drink as well."

    Vlad carefully slides off of his horse and onto the ground. Walking over to the still tied Ser Leo, Vlad removes his gag and quickly slices through his bonds. Giving him space to sit and stand, Vlad turns his attention back to his conscious prisoner.

    "Help me secure your comrade to his saddle. Once we've seen to our wounded we will head back to get them proper care and where you and your friend will face the Lords justice. Continue to honor your word and I'll speak during the session."

    OOC- Vlad's intent is to get the two living prisoners onto and secured to their mounts. The third mount will carry the proof of the attacks. (ie... the 3 shields (for their coat of arms), the saddle bags, and anything else of use)

    Then the wounded will be assisted onto their mounts. The dead knight will have hus head bagged and tied to the riderless horse. The enemy dead will lay where they fell.

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