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As An Eagle Flies (A House Arryn Quest)
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Silveraith
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Anything that you can share right now?
Magoose
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Just a snippet of life at the Eyrie with Rhaella... because she decided she would not be staying in kings landing, for she would be better off helping the realm by being in the Vale, being the lady of the Eyrie... by marriage of course, while the boys are off playing war.
She's awed by the view... and buried in paperwork.
Alone at Home: The Dragoness of the Mountain
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Alone at Home: The Dragoness of the Mountain
(Rhaella POV)
The Eyrie was not a place you had expected. You had expected a harsh mountain fortress that was perched upon one of the highest mountains in the realm, carved of stone and made of wood, the reason it was a great fortress only from the incompatibility of the landscape it was perched on, covered in snow and rain.
Yet it was not. It was a fortress that shone white of marble, clear marble, built into the summit of the mountain, with high towers a great view with a tower, and even a pulley system that was carrying up supplies, manned by quite a few men. The complexity of which made you think that even under a siege, fresh supplies could be carried in from around the Vale.
But one thing that caught your eye and filled you with sadness was Alyssa's Tears. You did not expect there to be a waterfall here in the Giant's Lance. On the bottom of the mountain, you didn't see anything but a light mist that touched your hair like a breath of air. But as you rose, the mist became droplets, then a drizzle, then a thundering noise that fills your ears and then… a waterfall.
It was the most wonderful sight you had ever seen, even as it's namesake filled you with sadness.
You did not wonder aloud about being alone, but you needed to keep up appearances. The Maester Colman was and excellent help and a companion who's wisdom and reading material kept your mind occupied, even the work began.
Being a Lady of one of the Great Houses, and the Great Keeps was tiring work, even with the assistance of Lord Steward and the Castellan that Lord Arryn had appointed in the stead of Lord Waxly, who had joined his lord's host with haste.
You were drowned in both paperwork, letters from other ladies requesting assistance, petitions from commoners.
Thankfully, you were not the one who dealt with them… most of the time. Sometimes, you needed to listen.
"My lady I apologize, but are you listening?" The Maester asked as you were shaken back into your reality.
"Forgive me, I was in thought. What was the question again?" You asked.
The commoner, a lowborn name Tom was a smithy, you could tell by the man's hands, and the belt he wore. "Forgive me Milady, but the requests for two hundred swords is not something that I can easily provide, not without extra material for the request, material that I do not simply have, nor can afford from my fellows... if the lady be ever so merciful, I would like to request an extra month on the speken contract so that I may have more time to buy the materials needed for the request from other avenues."
You were tired of this. But swords were needed, especially great swords from this so-called master smith. "Tom…" You said the name with disdain, but in a way that was firm and not angry. "if this were any other time, I would grant this request. But the lord and heir, my husband is waging deadly war upon the enemies of the realm, and delays are not going to be acceptable."
You looked to the lord steward. "Howard, please make a note that an extra hundred dragons will be granted to The master smith Tom and the forging of blades for the Vale."
There was a feather scratching of feathers on paper. "Your request has been granted."
The smith nodded. "Thank you milady." He bowed deeply.
The man left and you looked at the Maester. "How many more do we have?"
"About fifty more." he replied with a cheeky grin.
Gods… sometimes she wished she could close court for a day and rest… but work needed to be done so things may be run smoothly when Lord Arryn and Arstan returned.
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You breathed a sigh of relief when the petitions were done. "What is next on today's agenda?" You asked, hoping for nothing.
"We have expense reports to fill out and you need to seal a dozen official letters of thanks to Lord's Redfort-"
You zoned out before taking a deep breath.
How did Arstan do it so easily?
This was hard…. Very very hard.
But you needed to push through… for the good of House Arryn… and for your own reputation.
AN: Enjoy
(Rhaella POV)
The Eyrie was not a place you had expected. You had expected a harsh mountain fortress that was perched upon one of the highest mountains in the realm, carved of stone and made of wood, the reason it was a great fortress only from the incompatibility of the landscape it was perched on, covered in snow and rain.
Yet it was not. It was a fortress that shone white of marble, clear marble, built into the summit of the mountain, with high towers a great view with a tower, and even a pulley system that was carrying up supplies, manned by quite a few men. The complexity of which made you think that even under a siege, fresh supplies could be carried in from around the Vale.
But one thing that caught your eye and filled you with sadness was Alyssa's Tears. You did not expect there to be a waterfall here in the Giant's Lance. On the bottom of the mountain, you didn't see anything but a light mist that touched your hair like a breath of air. But as you rose, the mist became droplets, then a drizzle, then a thundering noise that fills your ears and then… a waterfall.
It was the most wonderful sight you had ever seen, even as it's namesake filled you with sadness.
You did not wonder aloud about being alone, but you needed to keep up appearances. The Maester Colman was and excellent help and a companion who's wisdom and reading material kept your mind occupied, even the work began.
Being a Lady of one of the Great Houses, and the Great Keeps was tiring work, even with the assistance of Lord Steward and the Castellan that Lord Arryn had appointed in the stead of Lord Waxly, who had joined his lord's host with haste.
You were drowned in both paperwork, letters from other ladies requesting assistance, petitions from commoners.
Thankfully, you were not the one who dealt with them… most of the time. Sometimes, you needed to listen.
"My lady I apologize, but are you listening?" The Maester asked as you were shaken back into your reality.
"Forgive me, I was in thought. What was the question again?" You asked.
The commoner, a lowborn name Tom was a smithy, you could tell by the man's hands, and the belt he wore. "Forgive me Milady, but the requests for two hundred swords is not something that I can easily provide, not without extra material for the request, material that I do not simply have, nor can afford from my fellows... if the lady be ever so merciful, I would like to request an extra month on the speken contract so that I may have more time to buy the materials needed for the request from other avenues."
You were tired of this. But swords were needed, especially great swords from this so-called master smith. "Tom…" You said the name with disdain, but in a way that was firm and not angry. "if this were any other time, I would grant this request. But the lord and heir, my husband is waging deadly war upon the enemies of the realm, and delays are not going to be acceptable."
You looked to the lord steward. "Howard, please make a note that an extra hundred dragons will be granted to The master smith Tom and the forging of blades for the Vale."
There was a feather scratching of feathers on paper. "Your request has been granted."
The smith nodded. "Thank you milady." He bowed deeply.
The man left and you looked at the Maester. "How many more do we have?"
"About fifty more." he replied with a cheeky grin.
Gods… sometimes she wished she could close court for a day and rest… but work needed to be done so things may be run smoothly when Lord Arryn and Arstan returned.
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You breathed a sigh of relief when the petitions were done. "What is next on today's agenda?" You asked, hoping for nothing.
"We have expense reports to fill out and you need to seal a dozen official letters of thanks to Lord's Redfort-"
You zoned out before taking a deep breath.
How did Arstan do it so easily?
This was hard…. Very very hard.
But you needed to push through… for the good of House Arryn… and for your own reputation.
AN: Enjoy
Silveraith
Argent Phantasm
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- Terra Atlantus
Ah, entertaining. The Lady of the Eyrie. I wonder if she realized yet she also has to do the same for the Bloody Gate and the Gates of the Moon.
Magoose
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I don't think a teenaged princess who has little administration training and is picking up a lot of it on the fly ruling, is going to be able to deal with three entire lordships.
Silveraith
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- Terra Atlantus
This is probably why Jon was so happy we followed in his footsteps. The amount of paperwork...I don't think a teenaged princess who has little administration training and is picking up a lot of it on the fly ruling, is going to be able to deal with three entire lordships.
What are Rhaella's stats?
Magoose
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Tomorrow you shall get them... but now I must sleep!
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Honestly expected some more dlc from pI before they did it .
On another note the graphics look f######
Awesome(wonder which dlc`s they will incorporate)
Modus_Tollens
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- ALSO SCREAMING.
We are going to have to establish a policy of maintaining long term stockpiles of war goods. Perishables we should already have just due to the way seasons work here, our needing to be stocked for a three year winter or a six year winter without any sort of warning, but a long term mothball armory is reasonable.
- Location
- va
[X]Go with Ser Gerold: Ser Gerold is prepared for an assault on the harbor and is asking for volunteers. And he would get several: Uncle Yohn, Lord's Holland and Darklyn, and even Ser Barrisitan the Bold.
Shapeless Phobos
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[X]Go with Ser Gerold: Ser Gerold is prepared for an assault on the harbor and is asking for volunteers. And he would get several: Uncle Yohn, Lord's Holland and Darklyn, and even Ser Barrisitan the Bold.
Well, if we can't gain martial experience through training then let's gain some through live fire! Being surrounded by some top-level fighters will hopefully help us survive long enough to keep that experience though.
Well, if we can't gain martial experience through training then let's gain some through live fire! Being surrounded by some top-level fighters will hopefully help us survive long enough to keep that experience though.
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[X]Stay on the ships: You are going to request to stay on the ships. Something just feels off.
someone needs to control the fleet
anyway the other two actions have good enought leaders so they will go fine(in theory)
honestly i worry most about their fleet. we need to gain absolute control of the seas
and their fleet is propably going to figth us for them
someone needs to control the fleet
anyway the other two actions have good enought leaders so they will go fine(in theory)
honestly i worry most about their fleet. we need to gain absolute control of the seas
and their fleet is propably going to figth us for them
there you go
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You need to put an X between the brackets to vote dude
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Title: Lady of the Eyrie. Princess of the Iron Throne.
Age: 15
Languages known: Westerosi Common, High Valryian.
Faith: Faith of the Seven (You can get knighted and participate in tourneys.)
Competent Fighting Ability: You have been trained in the art of combat, despite you being a woman. (No roll bonus given)
Skilled Diplomat: You have trained since you were a child in the art of diplomacy, oratory, and speech crafting (+10 to social rolls. You may craft deals that would not be considered a possibility to others)
Untrained Commander: The Art of Warfare is a well-known fact of Westeros, and you are not trained in it at all. (-30 to Battle rolls when you are in command.)
Competent Administrator: You can run a keep competently and without issue… most of the time. (No bonus to Administration rolls.)
Competent Schemer: You are competent at plotting and... the underground workings of politics (No bonus to rolls)
Traits:
Attractive: You are absolutely stunningly beautiful. So beautiful in fact, people can't stop looking at them. (+10 to diplomacy Rolls)
Patient: Capable of great control and focus over extended periods of time, you know good things come to those who wait until the right moment. (+5 to all rolls)
Humble: You will never praise your own efforts, preferring to stay in the background and let others reap the spoils. (There are actions that are unavailable. The Faith of the Sevens worshipers may view you as a great person)
Scholar: You are a student of all forms, and even a teacher that can teach others (+10 to rolls involving children, teaching others or studying mystical tomes)
Erudite: A scholarly fountain of wisdom, you are devoted to growing that fountain. (+10 to rolls reading, studying mystical tomes.)
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wow ... i knew she was a book worm but .. wow
well at least any child we do bring into the world will be very well read child.
now the only thing we need is find someone who will do the training and then us helping her is other skills and we be running the place better then ever.
well at least any child we do bring into the world will be very well read child.
now the only thing we need is find someone who will do the training and then us helping her is other skills and we be running the place better then ever.
Silveraith
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Wonderful, not spectacular in anything but a solid build for her role. Wish she were a better schemer but you win some, you lose some. Our kids will be next in line to the Iron Throne after Aerys. Speaking of children, because I gotta admit... in canon she gave birth to 8 kids... I mean only three survived to adulthood but that could be for any number of reasons. If we can get like... seven children out of her it'd be a sign of prophecy, or better yet five children and we'll mimic the Seven. Father (Arstan), Mother (Rhaella), Warrior (First Son), Maiden (Youngest Daughter), Smith (Spare Son), Crone (Eldest Daughter), Stranger (Either Gender).Name: Rhaella Arryn, Nee Targaryen
Title: Lady of the Eyrie. Princess of the Iron Throne.
Age: 15
Languages known: Westerosi Common, High Valryian.
Faith: Faith of the Seven (You can get knighted and participate in tourneys.)
Competent Fighting Ability: You have been trained in the art of combat, despite you being a woman. (No roll bonus given)
Skilled Diplomat: You have trained since you were a child in the art of diplomacy, oratory, and speech crafting (+30 to social rolls. You may craft deals that would not be considered a possibility to others)
Untrained Commander: The Art of Warfare is a well-known fact of Westeros, and you are not trained in it at all. (-30 to Battle rolls when you are in command.)
Competent Administrator: You can run a keep competently and without issue… most of the time. (No bonus to Administration rolls.)
Competent Schemer: You are competent at plotting and... the underground workings of politics (No bonus to rolls)
Traits:
Attractive: You are absolutely stunningly beautiful. So beautiful in fact, people can't stop looking at them. (+10 to diplomacy Rolls)
Patient: Capable of great control and focus over extended periods of time, you know good things come to those who wait until the right moment. (+5 to all rolls)
Humble: You will never praise your own efforts, preferring to stay in the background and let others reap the spoils. (There are actions that are unavailable. The Faith of the Sevens worshipers may view you as a great person)
Scholar: You are a student of all forms, and even a teacher that can teach others (+10 to rolls involving children, teaching others or studying mystical tomes)
Erudite: A scholarly fountain of wisdom, you are devoted to growing that fountain. (+10 to rolls reading, studying mystical tomes.)
Magoose
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Yeah. She was actually more overpowered until I gave her a few traits and... well there is a hidden trait that she does not know about yet, nor we know at this moment, but you will learn about that one when the time comes.
Aerys already has twins so we're almost off the board in the way of succession... and male succession, the lords of Westeros would not accept a female ruler.
I will not say anything involving that statement, only that if you do not help her through her pregnancies and (Spoilers) she will be suffering the same fate that befalls her in canon in terms of children.
Well she's got some time to learn shit.
The picture was the youngest one I could find and she is beautiful, that's why I gave her an attractive trait.
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[X]Stay on the ships: You are going to request to stay on the ships. Something just feels off.
Battle Of Bloodstone 1: The Harbor Assault.
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Battle Of Bloodstone 1: The Harbor Assault.
You were quite sure that you were going into the thick of it when Ser Gerold triple checked your armor, the chainmail your father had brought, and made sure you were wearing plenty of padding.
But he was not the only one being checked. You were doing your own check of both his armor and his equipment. Including one particular thing that irked you to the high hells.
"Ser Gerold, why in all the seven hells are you wearing your cloak into battle, it's quite impractical!" You exclaimed as you tried to rip it off, only to get a swift punch in the shoulder for your troubles.
"I understand your concerns, but I have fought with such burdens since before you were born Arstan, and I am quite comfortable in fighting in it now." He replied.
"Aye. maybe in single combat, but this is a pitched blood battle, with other people fighting besides you." You complained. "That is quite different. At least shorten it so it's up to your waist, so no one trips you, or you trip yourself, or-"
You were punched in the shoulder again. "Would you stop that!?"
Ser Gerold gave a wry smile. "No." He then pointed to your head. "Please tell me you're wearing the helmet I gave you."
You nodded and quickly slid the half helm he gave you. It was quite hard to see, but with the battle coming up, you would rather lack vision and live, than be able to see properly, and die.
"Good. You keep that on unless I tell you otherwise." He stated. "And the shield?"
You hefted the kite shield and made sure it was on tight to your arm. "Good, and the Sword?"
You tapped the hilt. "Why can't I use something else?" You asked.
"You haven't earned that right Arstan. Now come, we must get moving, we have work to do." Ser Gerold stated
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The boats that were going to be landing were from the Pridewynd and the Silver Sails. Both massive gally's that carried hundreds of men and each boat could carry dozens to the shore.
Ser Gerold's request for Volunteers was awe-inspiring.
Lord Brynden Tully, the Blackfish of Riverrun, Ser Harald Tarly, Second son of Lord Tarly… Ser Barristan Selmy… The Bold, possibly one of the greatest swordsman alive, according to Ser Gerold.
And those were just the men you recognized. There were dozens of more knights and squires that you didn't recognize, for they were lacking any heraldry on their armor, and they were all covered head to toe in steel.
There were also dozens of low born soldiers, dressed in leathers, bits of chain, or just farm clothes, and were armed with spears and shields. A few had rags covering their feet, while others had fine boots.
Only a few had what you would consider armor.
Ser Gerold looked at them all. "Men, stand fast!" He ordered, and every man and boy looked at him. "We are going into the harbor, to prevent the enemy ships from leaving and harassing the fleet. They will be fierce, but they are pirates and mercenaries. When they see the tide turning, they will flee like dogs and will be cut down as such! Now join me, and we shall kill them all!"
"YEAH!" The men shouted.
The speech was simple and lacked elegance, but to you and the volunteers, it was rousing.
"Arstan" The kingsguard looked at you and knelt down to your height. "If anything were to happen to me, find Ser Barristian, he'll help keep you safe."
Ser Barristian nodded and everyone quickly boarded the boats they were using as landing crafts.
"Start Rowing lads!" You heard a low born sailor shout as the boat slowly moved away from the ships.
Ser Gerold was up in the front, his sword raised, and his shield up, his armor shining in the sunlight… and his white cloak, cut down to a reasonable length, only a little shorter than a cape.
The Enemy would see you, but would they react to you?
Bloodstones Response: 1D100 => 38+20 (Harbor Defenses)-20 (Jon Arryn's Assault on the other side of the Island)-5 (Heavily Armored Assault)-15 (Failed Scouting from the fleet, no warning)=18
But the Bloodstone's Garrison seemed to be focused on other things, like your father's assault on the Castle keep from the other Harbor.
The Garrison only had say three hundred men guarding their harbor, with only half of them archers.
"Shields!" Ser Gerold ordered as everyone raised their shields rose to protect the oarsman.
The boats slowly slinked to the Harbors piers, and even though the arrows struck the shields, only one or two got through, and even as they hit the oarsmen, they only hit them with enough force to bounce off their bodies.
"Come on you fucks!" You heard a voice call from another boat. "Come and kill us!"
You didn't share the enthusiasm of being killed. You liked being alive.
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You made Landfall a few minutes later, and following ser Gerold's lead, you drew your sword and kept your shield up.
Unfortunately, you were face to face with a Pirate, armed with a short sword and buckler, and his strike missed you, your vision barely catching his strike.
Strike!: 1D100 => 83+20 (Traits and Skill)=103 vs 1D100 => 14+10 (Skill)=24
Killing Blow!
You quickly fell back on to the training you had been given by Ser Duncan and Ser Gerold, blocking the blade with your shield and moving back, sending the man off of his balance.
Your sword quickly found its way into the vital area of the neck, and the steel did the rest, entering the man's body like he was a piece of meat being stabbed by a fork.
It was unnerving how easy it was to kill a man, and a moment after you killed him, and retrieve your sword, bile rose from your throat.
You unleashed your bodily fluids on to the ground.
This was unlike seeing a man killed… you had done it.
What do you do?:
[]Rest for a moment: You need to rest, and gather yourself.
[]Get Back to Ser Gerold: Your master still needs your help. Though from the number of corpses he seems to be leaving in his wake, maybe not that much help.
[]Search for Ser Baristian: You should look for the man they call the bold.
[]Help the Smallfolk: They seem to be struggling. Not surprising, but… they need help.
AN: Enjoy.
You were quite sure that you were going into the thick of it when Ser Gerold triple checked your armor, the chainmail your father had brought, and made sure you were wearing plenty of padding.
But he was not the only one being checked. You were doing your own check of both his armor and his equipment. Including one particular thing that irked you to the high hells.
"Ser Gerold, why in all the seven hells are you wearing your cloak into battle, it's quite impractical!" You exclaimed as you tried to rip it off, only to get a swift punch in the shoulder for your troubles.
"I understand your concerns, but I have fought with such burdens since before you were born Arstan, and I am quite comfortable in fighting in it now." He replied.
"Aye. maybe in single combat, but this is a pitched blood battle, with other people fighting besides you." You complained. "That is quite different. At least shorten it so it's up to your waist, so no one trips you, or you trip yourself, or-"
You were punched in the shoulder again. "Would you stop that!?"
Ser Gerold gave a wry smile. "No." He then pointed to your head. "Please tell me you're wearing the helmet I gave you."
You nodded and quickly slid the half helm he gave you. It was quite hard to see, but with the battle coming up, you would rather lack vision and live, than be able to see properly, and die.
"Good. You keep that on unless I tell you otherwise." He stated. "And the shield?"
You hefted the kite shield and made sure it was on tight to your arm. "Good, and the Sword?"
You tapped the hilt. "Why can't I use something else?" You asked.
"You haven't earned that right Arstan. Now come, we must get moving, we have work to do." Ser Gerold stated
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The boats that were going to be landing were from the Pridewynd and the Silver Sails. Both massive gally's that carried hundreds of men and each boat could carry dozens to the shore.
Ser Gerold's request for Volunteers was awe-inspiring.
Lord Brynden Tully, the Blackfish of Riverrun, Ser Harald Tarly, Second son of Lord Tarly… Ser Barristan Selmy… The Bold, possibly one of the greatest swordsman alive, according to Ser Gerold.
And those were just the men you recognized. There were dozens of more knights and squires that you didn't recognize, for they were lacking any heraldry on their armor, and they were all covered head to toe in steel.
There were also dozens of low born soldiers, dressed in leathers, bits of chain, or just farm clothes, and were armed with spears and shields. A few had rags covering their feet, while others had fine boots.
Only a few had what you would consider armor.
Ser Gerold looked at them all. "Men, stand fast!" He ordered, and every man and boy looked at him. "We are going into the harbor, to prevent the enemy ships from leaving and harassing the fleet. They will be fierce, but they are pirates and mercenaries. When they see the tide turning, they will flee like dogs and will be cut down as such! Now join me, and we shall kill them all!"
"YEAH!" The men shouted.
The speech was simple and lacked elegance, but to you and the volunteers, it was rousing.
"Arstan" The kingsguard looked at you and knelt down to your height. "If anything were to happen to me, find Ser Barristian, he'll help keep you safe."
Ser Barristian nodded and everyone quickly boarded the boats they were using as landing crafts.
"Start Rowing lads!" You heard a low born sailor shout as the boat slowly moved away from the ships.
Ser Gerold was up in the front, his sword raised, and his shield up, his armor shining in the sunlight… and his white cloak, cut down to a reasonable length, only a little shorter than a cape.
The Enemy would see you, but would they react to you?
Bloodstones Response: 1D100 => 38+20 (Harbor Defenses)-20 (Jon Arryn's Assault on the other side of the Island)-5 (Heavily Armored Assault)-15 (Failed Scouting from the fleet, no warning)=18
But the Bloodstone's Garrison seemed to be focused on other things, like your father's assault on the Castle keep from the other Harbor.
The Garrison only had say three hundred men guarding their harbor, with only half of them archers.
"Shields!" Ser Gerold ordered as everyone raised their shields rose to protect the oarsman.
The boats slowly slinked to the Harbors piers, and even though the arrows struck the shields, only one or two got through, and even as they hit the oarsmen, they only hit them with enough force to bounce off their bodies.
"Come on you fucks!" You heard a voice call from another boat. "Come and kill us!"
You didn't share the enthusiasm of being killed. You liked being alive.
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You made Landfall a few minutes later, and following ser Gerold's lead, you drew your sword and kept your shield up.
Unfortunately, you were face to face with a Pirate, armed with a short sword and buckler, and his strike missed you, your vision barely catching his strike.
Strike!: 1D100 => 83+20 (Traits and Skill)=103 vs 1D100 => 14+10 (Skill)=24
Killing Blow!
You quickly fell back on to the training you had been given by Ser Duncan and Ser Gerold, blocking the blade with your shield and moving back, sending the man off of his balance.
Your sword quickly found its way into the vital area of the neck, and the steel did the rest, entering the man's body like he was a piece of meat being stabbed by a fork.
It was unnerving how easy it was to kill a man, and a moment after you killed him, and retrieve your sword, bile rose from your throat.
You unleashed your bodily fluids on to the ground.
This was unlike seeing a man killed… you had done it.
What do you do?:
[]Rest for a moment: You need to rest, and gather yourself.
[]Get Back to Ser Gerold: Your master still needs your help. Though from the number of corpses he seems to be leaving in his wake, maybe not that much help.
[]Search for Ser Baristian: You should look for the man they call the bold.
[]Help the Smallfolk: They seem to be struggling. Not surprising, but… they need help.
AN: Enjoy.