A Lion's Pride (Closed Quest / ASOIAF)
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Corvus Black
The Inestimable
- Location
- England
[X] A situation such as this calls for precision, not brute force. Find some way to humiliate the man in front of the entire court.
Well, we wanted Jaime to be political. I say we beat him at his own game, where it will really hurt him the most and perhaps even get Aerys to doubt some of the sycophants. It's also very Tywin-esque.
Well, we wanted Jaime to be political. I say we beat him at his own game, where it will really hurt him the most and perhaps even get Aerys to doubt some of the sycophants. It's also very Tywin-esque.
[X] A situation such as this calls for precision, not brute force. Find some way to humiliate the man in front of the entire court.
This is the best option in my opinion.
1. It allows us to enter the court life of KL with aplomb. Demonstrating wit and a sharp mind.
2. It doesn't openly align us to Naerys or Rhaegar.
3. Aerys can be pretty capricious, so verbally bitch slapping one of his sycophants could even be amusing to him. Killing him outright would probably incite Aerys, thinking Lannisters are going around and killing his loyal supporters.
This is the best option in my opinion.
1. It allows us to enter the court life of KL with aplomb. Demonstrating wit and a sharp mind.
2. It doesn't openly align us to Naerys or Rhaegar.
3. Aerys can be pretty capricious, so verbally bitch slapping one of his sycophants could even be amusing to him. Killing him outright would probably incite Aerys, thinking Lannisters are going around and killing his loyal supporters.
[X] A situation such as this calls for precision, not brute force. Find some way to humiliate the man in front of the entire court.
So how's Jaime going to do this? Find/create some blackmail (perhaps 'evidence' of treason for irony?) and air it into public view? Enrage him enough that he makes a fool of himself in front of the king?
...Sleep with his wife?
I also find myself curious about what Tywin said here:
What exactly has changed that Naerys wants to make such a move now? Is Rhaegar going to make a bid for the throne in the near future? Has Jermayne said or done something they could no longer tolerate? Or maybe they have found a weak link among Aerys' coterie and disposing of Chelsted is just the opening move?
I wish Tywin explained a bit more about what's going on. We should probably question Cersei about what she knows.
So how's Jaime going to do this? Find/create some blackmail (perhaps 'evidence' of treason for irony?) and air it into public view? Enrage him enough that he makes a fool of himself in front of the king?
...Sleep with his wife?
I also find myself curious about what Tywin said here:
What exactly has changed that Naerys wants to make such a move now? Is Rhaegar going to make a bid for the throne in the near future? Has Jermayne said or done something they could no longer tolerate? Or maybe they have found a weak link among Aerys' coterie and disposing of Chelsted is just the opening move?
I wish Tywin explained a bit more about what's going on. We should probably question Cersei about what she knows.
Corvus Black
The Inestimable
- Location
- England
Chelsted is whispering in the King's ear to bypass Rhaegar and name Aegon as his heir. It's now upped from words to actions, that's what is pissing Naerys off. Tywin just connected the dots, is all.
[X] A situation such as this calls for precision, not brute force. Find some way to humiliate the man in front of the entire court.
This should be interesting, I wonder what Jamie will do. How do you humiliate someone at court? Sleep with his wife as suggested earlier or his daughter? Provoke him to challenge us in public? Frame him as a child molester or something? Put it about that he is getting paid off by the Dornish and have Aerys paranoia take care of him?
Can't wait to see what happens.
This should be interesting, I wonder what Jamie will do. How do you humiliate someone at court? Sleep with his wife as suggested earlier or his daughter? Provoke him to challenge us in public? Frame him as a child molester or something? Put it about that he is getting paid off by the Dornish and have Aerys paranoia take care of him?
Can't wait to see what happens.
Silveraith
Argent Phantasm
- Location
- Terra Atlantus
[X] A situation such as this calls for precision, not brute force. Find some way to humiliate the man in front of the entire court.
I was convinced of this option since the beginning but couldn't think of a reason to write down. So I'm simply agreeing with others.
I was convinced of this option since the beginning but couldn't think of a reason to write down. So I'm simply agreeing with others.
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[X] A situation such as this calls for precision, not brute force. Find some way to humiliate the man in front of the entire court.
Also, liked how my write-in with Naerys worked out. Sure, she knew exactly what Jaime was up to, but she still saw him playing the game skillfully. Never hurts to establish one's bona-fides.
And for that reason, we should continue to play the game with Chelsted. If we want to play politics in Kings Landing, let's show everyone that we know how to do it like a pro.
Also, liked how my write-in with Naerys worked out. Sure, she knew exactly what Jaime was up to, but she still saw him playing the game skillfully. Never hurts to establish one's bona-fides.
And for that reason, we should continue to play the game with Chelsted. If we want to play politics in Kings Landing, let's show everyone that we know how to do it like a pro.
Mazrick
Shai'tan
- Location
- The Pit of Doom
Jaime doesn't really know. Something he could likely find out. Also, part of this is to make a statement that House Lannister supports Rhaegar/Naerys.
Possible don't fuck with me reputation boost, easy to pull off consider how good of a swordsmen we are. Strong we are with incest people statement.
Screws them over and humiliates them but there still alive.. that's a problem. Enemies are best when they are buried.
Who knows what this does. Guess this is the plotting option. This possibly let's us support Targaryean from shadows. I view this as, we'll support you, but not fully just yet.
Anyway I don't really care which one wins. Why isn't there a sexual favor, well guess that could be a write in.
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Father's Machinations
Mazrick
Shai'tan
- Location
- The Pit of Doom
You paused for a moment to mull over your thoughts. How would you handle this? Chelsted was a middling swordsman, and it'd be all too easy to defeat him in a duel. With Lionheart in your hand, he'd be no match for you. No. Too overt. Too predictable.
What then?
Economics? The strength of House Lannister had always been in gold. A few words to some merchants and friendly lords and you could reduce House Chelsted to beggars. One glance at your father's measuring green gaze told you that wasn't the option. This needed to be handled with a deft hand. Everyone knew of House Lannister's wealth.
Any fool could calculate, could plan for what was seen, but what about the unseen?
You cleared your suddenly parched throat, and said, "Father, perhaps a situation such as this calls for precision, instead of brute force. Might we find some way to humiliate the man in front of the entire court?"
"Interesting decision, my son." Lord Tywin said, and then he took a moment to take another sip of wine. Buying time to think. You wondered how you didn't hear his mind churning with thoughts. "Yes, that'll do."
The ghost of the smile that played on your father's lips sent a shiver of fear down your spine. Your father had begun scribbling on a fresh sheet of parchment, and despite everything you felt a sliver of pity for Ser Jermayne Chelsted.
***
The court had assembled. All of the members of the Kingsguard, the Small Council, and the other nobles from the capital were all here.
Your brother and sister both in crimson stood amidst a crowd of Westerlander nobles. Confusion was written clearly upon their faces, and it was an exercise in control to keep your face carefully blank.
Prince Rhaegar in shining plate, princess Naerys wearing a glorious jade dress, and even the reclusive king upon the Iron Throne remained silent as Jermayne Chelsted made his accusations. An air of incredulity filled the throne room. Even King Aerys, Ser Jermayne's patron, had an expression of utter disbelief on his face, one eyebrow raised as the knight of House Chelsted accused the Hand of the King of treason.
"-And after Prince Rhaegar would be killed, he planned to break his son's betrothal and wed him to Princess Naerys. After that he would have the little Princes murdered while his daughter won over Lord Steffon's son."
The King stared. Flabbergasted. Everybody was staring actually. It wasn't every day the Hand was accused of conspiring to murder the Prince of Dragonstone and usurp the throne.
Lord Steffon Baratheon rose from his place beside both his sons, and there was a look of skeptical amusement and sheer amazement on his face. "And where exactly did you come across this most ingenious scheme, Ser Jermayne? This is high treason you speak of."
The Crownlander knight's eyes were wild with glee and outrage as he spoke. "Two of my loyal knights overheard Lord Tywin meeting with a Faceless Man. The fool proclaimed his entire plan to his assassin, and was willing to beggar himself to see the deed done. It was this last night, after sunset in a tavern in Fleabottom!"
Your father's face was cold as he regarded his accuser. Disdain was writ clear across your father's leonine features. "This is news to me."
Lord Steffon was actually laughing now. The harsh sound reverberated through the deathly silent hall. "Last night. Last night Lord Tywin was meeting with His Grace, Prince Rhaegar, and myself to discuss matters of state. The Lord Hand is a very busy man you understand."
You could actually see the moment the color drained away from Ser Jermayne's face. "I-I... have witnesses. Dohn, Qyle, come and tell His Grace what you told me?"
A pair of knights stepped forward, their rank low enough that you could not recognize their sigils. You thought you'd seen them both in tourneys, though neither had particularly distinguished themselves.
Your father was resourceful indeed, to have loyal men in the employ of his enemies.
"Your Grace," said Ser Dohn. The man possessed a bushy beard and a balding head, which glistened with sweat. "I don't know what my Lord's brother speaks of. Me and Qyle here spent the night with an old lady friend of ours. Think I'd remember some sort of treason."
Ser Qyle, a short and stocky man with a pug nose, only snickered. "Faceless Man? How's he supposed to kill a Prince when he doesn't have no eyes or ears."
Jermayne's face went through a number of transformations, shifting between confusion and fury before settling at last on horror.
The King rose from the throne and the jeering crowd hushed. Aerys Targaryen looked a hard figure, the anger evident in his eyes. His right hand was clenched and pale, you noticed. Had he cut himself upon the throne?
"You accuse my Hand, one of my oldest friends, of treason, bring blatant lies before me in the guise of truth, and seek to deceive your king. Guards!"
Ser Jonothor Darry seized the cowering man and hauled him before the throne, where Aerys Targaryen and Tywin Lannister looked down at him. Had he realized, even considered who he was slandering? Now he would learn.
"Your Grace I- I only- mercy!" he spluttered. "I have been deceived and misled. I beg your mercy!"
The King's eyes were a pair of amethysts, hard and unyielding. "There is no mercy for treason in my kingdom."
Terror splashed across his features. He visibly shook. You forced yourself to watch the spectacle.
Lord Qarlton looked to move forward, but Ser Lewyn drew his blade and held it to the Master of Coin's throat.
"The Wall, your Grace," Charlsted pleaded as he stared at the king. "Allow me to serve in the Night's Watch. P-please let me re-regain my honor with the Black brothers."
"No, no." the king wagged his finger and shook his hed in contempt. "I shall give you Fire in place of Ice." said the king cryptically. The monarch fairly bounced with energy as he held his --cut-- hand.
Ser Jermayne looked as if he wanted to say more, but he fell silent. He straightened held his head high. You could see the look of resignation in his eyes. However, there was also courage. He would face his death with honor. Would you do as much in his place?
The king gave a few hushed commands, and a brazier was dragged before the throne. The faces of the assembled nobles was pale and anticipatory. What the hell was happening? As the king's orders were carried out a few muffled conversations, and the scant words you caught left you in a stupor.
"There is only one punishment fit for traitors." Aerys said solemnly, but there was an undercurrent of excitement, of glee to the Targaryen's voice.
While your mind still processed the impossible, the brazier was lit and Ser Jermayne's sentencing began. The condemned man let loose a horrific, inhuman screech and the scent of burning flesh filled the throne room as the flames began licking at him.
Over a hundred people, and none said a word. Not the great lords assembled. Not the greatest knights of the realm. Were it not for Chelsted's agonized screams you would have thought you were in a tomb.
Your father's gaze was fixed and emotionless, though you could read the small telltale signs of surprise. He had not expected this. You were sure of it. Lord Steffon was stony-faced, but his hands were pale and clenched.
And the King on the Iron Throne stared at the burning knight, his eyes alight with hunger and... pleasure. What madness was this?
[] There is nothing you can do for this man who was your enemy. Stay silent and follow your father's example.
[] The man is a traitor and deserving of a traitor's death, but not like this. Give him a quick end, before the flames can torture him more.
[] Write-in
What then?
Economics? The strength of House Lannister had always been in gold. A few words to some merchants and friendly lords and you could reduce House Chelsted to beggars. One glance at your father's measuring green gaze told you that wasn't the option. This needed to be handled with a deft hand. Everyone knew of House Lannister's wealth.
Any fool could calculate, could plan for what was seen, but what about the unseen?
You cleared your suddenly parched throat, and said, "Father, perhaps a situation such as this calls for precision, instead of brute force. Might we find some way to humiliate the man in front of the entire court?"
"Interesting decision, my son." Lord Tywin said, and then he took a moment to take another sip of wine. Buying time to think. You wondered how you didn't hear his mind churning with thoughts. "Yes, that'll do."
The ghost of the smile that played on your father's lips sent a shiver of fear down your spine. Your father had begun scribbling on a fresh sheet of parchment, and despite everything you felt a sliver of pity for Ser Jermayne Chelsted.
***
The court had assembled. All of the members of the Kingsguard, the Small Council, and the other nobles from the capital were all here.
Your brother and sister both in crimson stood amidst a crowd of Westerlander nobles. Confusion was written clearly upon their faces, and it was an exercise in control to keep your face carefully blank.
Prince Rhaegar in shining plate, princess Naerys wearing a glorious jade dress, and even the reclusive king upon the Iron Throne remained silent as Jermayne Chelsted made his accusations. An air of incredulity filled the throne room. Even King Aerys, Ser Jermayne's patron, had an expression of utter disbelief on his face, one eyebrow raised as the knight of House Chelsted accused the Hand of the King of treason.
"-And after Prince Rhaegar would be killed, he planned to break his son's betrothal and wed him to Princess Naerys. After that he would have the little Princes murdered while his daughter won over Lord Steffon's son."
The King stared. Flabbergasted. Everybody was staring actually. It wasn't every day the Hand was accused of conspiring to murder the Prince of Dragonstone and usurp the throne.
Lord Steffon Baratheon rose from his place beside both his sons, and there was a look of skeptical amusement and sheer amazement on his face. "And where exactly did you come across this most ingenious scheme, Ser Jermayne? This is high treason you speak of."
The Crownlander knight's eyes were wild with glee and outrage as he spoke. "Two of my loyal knights overheard Lord Tywin meeting with a Faceless Man. The fool proclaimed his entire plan to his assassin, and was willing to beggar himself to see the deed done. It was this last night, after sunset in a tavern in Fleabottom!"
Your father's face was cold as he regarded his accuser. Disdain was writ clear across your father's leonine features. "This is news to me."
Lord Steffon was actually laughing now. The harsh sound reverberated through the deathly silent hall. "Last night. Last night Lord Tywin was meeting with His Grace, Prince Rhaegar, and myself to discuss matters of state. The Lord Hand is a very busy man you understand."
You could actually see the moment the color drained away from Ser Jermayne's face. "I-I... have witnesses. Dohn, Qyle, come and tell His Grace what you told me?"
A pair of knights stepped forward, their rank low enough that you could not recognize their sigils. You thought you'd seen them both in tourneys, though neither had particularly distinguished themselves.
Your father was resourceful indeed, to have loyal men in the employ of his enemies.
"Your Grace," said Ser Dohn. The man possessed a bushy beard and a balding head, which glistened with sweat. "I don't know what my Lord's brother speaks of. Me and Qyle here spent the night with an old lady friend of ours. Think I'd remember some sort of treason."
Ser Qyle, a short and stocky man with a pug nose, only snickered. "Faceless Man? How's he supposed to kill a Prince when he doesn't have no eyes or ears."
Jermayne's face went through a number of transformations, shifting between confusion and fury before settling at last on horror.
The King rose from the throne and the jeering crowd hushed. Aerys Targaryen looked a hard figure, the anger evident in his eyes. His right hand was clenched and pale, you noticed. Had he cut himself upon the throne?
"You accuse my Hand, one of my oldest friends, of treason, bring blatant lies before me in the guise of truth, and seek to deceive your king. Guards!"
Ser Jonothor Darry seized the cowering man and hauled him before the throne, where Aerys Targaryen and Tywin Lannister looked down at him. Had he realized, even considered who he was slandering? Now he would learn.
"Your Grace I- I only- mercy!" he spluttered. "I have been deceived and misled. I beg your mercy!"
The King's eyes were a pair of amethysts, hard and unyielding. "There is no mercy for treason in my kingdom."
Terror splashed across his features. He visibly shook. You forced yourself to watch the spectacle.
Lord Qarlton looked to move forward, but Ser Lewyn drew his blade and held it to the Master of Coin's throat.
"The Wall, your Grace," Charlsted pleaded as he stared at the king. "Allow me to serve in the Night's Watch. P-please let me re-regain my honor with the Black brothers."
"No, no." the king wagged his finger and shook his hed in contempt. "I shall give you Fire in place of Ice." said the king cryptically. The monarch fairly bounced with energy as he held his --cut-- hand.
Ser Jermayne looked as if he wanted to say more, but he fell silent. He straightened held his head high. You could see the look of resignation in his eyes. However, there was also courage. He would face his death with honor. Would you do as much in his place?
The king gave a few hushed commands, and a brazier was dragged before the throne. The faces of the assembled nobles was pale and anticipatory. What the hell was happening? As the king's orders were carried out a few muffled conversations, and the scant words you caught left you in a stupor.
"There is only one punishment fit for traitors." Aerys said solemnly, but there was an undercurrent of excitement, of glee to the Targaryen's voice.
While your mind still processed the impossible, the brazier was lit and Ser Jermayne's sentencing began. The condemned man let loose a horrific, inhuman screech and the scent of burning flesh filled the throne room as the flames began licking at him.
Over a hundred people, and none said a word. Not the great lords assembled. Not the greatest knights of the realm. Were it not for Chelsted's agonized screams you would have thought you were in a tomb.
Your father's gaze was fixed and emotionless, though you could read the small telltale signs of surprise. He had not expected this. You were sure of it. Lord Steffon was stony-faced, but his hands were pale and clenched.
And the King on the Iron Throne stared at the burning knight, his eyes alight with hunger and... pleasure. What madness was this?
[] There is nothing you can do for this man who was your enemy. Stay silent and follow your father's example.
[] The man is a traitor and deserving of a traitor's death, but not like this. Give him a quick end, before the flames can torture him more.
[] Write-in
Damn Dad is as competent and ruthless as ever.
Also Aerys is going mad king in front of pretty much every important person currently in KL.
I'm honestly a little torn on this. Chelstead was fucked one way or the other but this savergy is just igh. But I don't want to potentially gain aerys ire by stepping in and killing her quickly. He's obviously enjoying this.
Also Aerys is going mad king in front of pretty much every important person currently in KL.
I'm honestly a little torn on this. Chelstead was fucked one way or the other but this savergy is just igh. But I don't want to potentially gain aerys ire by stepping in and killing her quickly. He's obviously enjoying this.
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[X] There is nothing you can do for this man who was your enemy. Stay silent and follow your father's example.
Much as I dislike the idea of standing and doing nothing while Aerys gets his murderboner on, I also don't want to do anything to draw the crazy man's anger while he's in a burning and murdering mood.
Much as I dislike the idea of standing and doing nothing while Aerys gets his murderboner on, I also don't want to do anything to draw the crazy man's anger while he's in a burning and murdering mood.
[X] There is nothing you can do for this man who was your enemy. Stay silent and follow your father's example.
Let's not interrupt King Burny Burny while he's having fun.
Let's not interrupt King Burny Burny while he's having fun.
Man, not exactly sure how we should go from here.
For me, this seems like a character moment for Jamie. In the series he often stood by and did nothing while shit like this happened. He is not a Kingsguard here and he is obviously uncomfortable.
I want Jamie to be the guy who was courageous enough do something, but not stupid enough to pull his sword out of nowhere.
So how about something like this:
[X] Ask permission from the king humbly, for the honor of ending this man's life in his name. It was your house and father that was slandered by this mans treachery after all.
I was thinking of adding something about offending the many fine ladys in the audience but I'm not sure about that.
For me, this seems like a character moment for Jamie. In the series he often stood by and did nothing while shit like this happened. He is not a Kingsguard here and he is obviously uncomfortable.
I want Jamie to be the guy who was courageous enough do something, but not stupid enough to pull his sword out of nowhere.
So how about something like this:
[X] Ask permission from the king humbly, for the honor of ending this man's life in his name. It was your house and father that was slandered by this mans treachery after all.
I was thinking of adding something about offending the many fine ladys in the audience but I'm not sure about that.
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...Wow. I wish all our enemies were that gullible. Is he for real?
[x] There is nothing you can do for this man who was your enemy. Stay silent and follow your father's example.
I don't like him enough to risk our life and position by defying the king. Maybe we could come up with some clever justification, but with how crazy Aerys is, simply interrupting his planned punishment might result in something unpleasant for us.
[x] There is nothing you can do for this man who was your enemy. Stay silent and follow your father's example.
I don't like him enough to risk our life and position by defying the king. Maybe we could come up with some clever justification, but with how crazy Aerys is, simply interrupting his planned punishment might result in something unpleasant for us.
Corvus Black
The Inestimable
- Location
- England
[X] There is nothing you can do for this man who was your enemy. Stay silent and follow your father's example.
We followed Tywin's lead in the plan and we'll follow his lead here.
We followed Tywin's lead in the plan and we'll follow his lead here.