The Long Epoch: Pre-Targaryen Westeros Quest.
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Hmmmm… Compelling point about doubling up training, but I do think there's importance in knowing what we're getting into. We already have a high prowess score and are extra skilled on horseback. Regarding the wife inquiries, it's not like we have to make a decision this very second, just scope the field out. If we win a tilt, we can toss a lady of slightly higher rank the garland or what have you, and take a shot at dating up, so to speak. Definitely got me thinking about double training though. I leave it to the others!
Yea fair point, I do agree itd be nice info to have
[X] Plan: The Purple Star
[X] Plan: The Purple Star
I mean. Based on what I've seen of different Bastard Sigils from the books. So long as it's different from the house sigil in some form or fashion, it should be okay. Aegor didn't even really change thee Bracken Sigil outside giving the horse wings and having it snort fire, for example. And Daemon Blackfyre was even less original, just swapping the colors of the sigil out and making no other change.
Other than that... The rules for Westeros' Heraldry are very rudimentary and not formalized in any real measure. In fact, Bastards not using their noble parents' heraldry unaltered is one of the only hard rules that appears to be established in Westerosi Heraldry.
Also... Cannot state how useful A Wiki of Ice and Fire is... I've got like 15 tabs of it open at all times since beginning this quest. Lol.
Edit: Other than that. It looks awesome! I'll add it to the Character Sheet if the vote wins.
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badass!Right now our Banner and Shield using reversed colours from House Dayne and without Dawn, the sword, on our sigil would look like this:
Based on House Dayne's Sigil from the ASOIAF wiki:
Edit: @Rolman Wasn't sure if we were allowed to add Dawn to our Sigil or not.
Turn 2 Results: The Scorching Dunes
"Cousin." You greet Joffrey when you catch him pouring over some maps in the main hall, chatting with the castle's Steward about provisions for the road, and how much water the party should store for the trip through the deserts. You waited until he was finished with this chat before addressing him, and he turned to face you. Same haunting violet eyes as his father, but much more lithe. Almost as tall as you are, and stoic in his expressions. Joffrey gives you a nod in return. "Aron."
"I've been meaning to ask, if I'm not interrupting, about the events at Sunspear, and who all will be attending." You explain to him, and Joffrey nods, taking a quick drink of water before he spoke. "Most everyone, I imagine. Lords Fowler and Yronwood will be attending with their sons and daughters. Lady Qorgyle, I am sure of, but we will find that out once we arrive at Sandstone to refill our water supplies on our own way to Sunspear. Obviously, the Prince and their family will be in attendance. The Ullers should be there as well, along with the houses near The Arm like Santagar and Dalt. Hedge knights the region over will no doubt themselves be interested in attending, for the tourney if nothing else."
You speak up. "Apologies, my lord, I should specify. I was wondering about those Ladies in attendance who would be… Unattached to others by marriage?" You attempt to word it, and Joffrey raises an eyebrow at you. Placing his hands on his hips. "Looking to get a wife are you? I'm unsure if you realize the prospects, I'm more like to get a wife there than you are. And I'm not even looking for one." The heir of Starfall says, trying not to chuckle as he spoke, and you nod.
"I know, I know my Lord. But… One doesn't go into battle without knowing who they'll find across from them. And even so, call it mere curiosity." You phrased it with more familiar, martial terms. And Joffery gave a small snort. "With a mindset like that, I'd think you'd have asked for what games will be going on there. Yet, very well, I'll humor you… Mind you, I do not have a guest list. These are merely whom I believe will be in attendance. Lord Fowler's other daughters will no doubt be there. Lord Yronwood will likely have a daughter or niece in attendance, I feel. Sers Santagar and Dalt would be like to have their whole families in attendance as well, perhaps they have daughters there as well. Lord Jordayne's only daughter will likely be there with her father. There might be others, but I would not know Sand."
You give a small nod. "You have my thanks, Cousin. I'll leave you about your business now, if it so please." And Joffery responds with a terse. "It doesn't please, actually. I've satisfied your curiosity, I would like you to satisfy mine own. You're going to the wedding of a Prince, yet what for? Given the rest of your family is here or at High Hermitage, Knightly Father and Baseborn Mother both." He posed the question, and you blinked at him for a few moments before you responded.
"Love my mother and father as I might. I'm my own man now. I've seen opportunity at Sunspear, and I do not mean to let it pass me by without at least attempting to seize it." You answer, and Joffrey seems to nod at that. "So, I assume you will also be tilting at the games if it is available to you?" He asks, and you once more answer. "I most likely will."
The heir to Starfall nods finally. "Good. Make a good showing of it, and maybe we shall tilt against each other." He said, and you offered a grin in return, giving a brief bow. "Of course, cousin. I will look forward to it."
[GATHERING INFORMATION ON THE WEDDING - Req. 40: 78 + 8(Diplomacy) = 86. Major Success.]
[WHO DO YOU GET INFO FROM?: 2 = Your cousin Joffrey]
Before your first week at Starfall was even halfway through, you made haste to get permission from your uncle's Master-At-Arms to convince him to allow you to procure a suit of armor from the armory. It took the promise that you would pay for it, but he made the allowance, and Doran was right there beside you to help foot the cost. "You had best win your first tilt, Aron! Or else you'd have gotten this just to give it away." He teases, as the Armorsmith takes your measurements. You're standing stock still on a small stool whilst he does his work. The armor and horse of a tilt's defeated were given to the victor. Poorer knights could become bankrupt by poor tourney performances. Or, if they're lucky or skilled, become much wealthier.
"I'll remember that when the lances are in hand." You say. "I'll not disappoint you, I promise you that. If only because if I did, you'd never let me live it down." And Doran gave a small laugh. "Aye, if you lost your first tilt, good as you are at the practice yards, I'd be quite surprised. If it happens, mayhaps you should just stick to your cards."
"Hah, hah." You dryly reply, and Doran tsks. "Have you gotten your own blazon yet, brother? Can't joust without a blazon… Well, you could, but no one will know it's you." You chime in, about to step off when the Armorsmith firmly reminds you to stay still by swatting your boot with a measure stick. "Actually, I had an idea. Invert the colors of our Lord's arms and remove the sword."
Doran tilted his head, turning to one of the shields in storage as if to envision it. "So… A purple shooting star on white? No one will mistake who you're a bastard of, for certain, and it's different enough… It should do the job, and do it well." Your brother notes, looking back with a smile. "I'll arrange your shield to be painted for you. Consider it a parting gift."
You nodded. "Thank you, Doran." And your brother waved it off. "Think nothing of it, Aron!" He said, as he made his way out to acquaint himself more with Starfall. And you remained with the castle blacksmith, finishing your measurement and giving him payment for his services. You receive it shortly before you are scheduled to depart, and it's good enough, if not a little uncomfortable to wear in some areas as you were taller than the man the suit was originally forged for.
-8 Gold Coinage. +1 Suit of Common Maile and Plate Armor.
You took advantage of the castle while you could, and asked the Master-At-Arms to help you with preparing yourself for the main event of any tourney. The Joust. Though, for lack of actually having lists put up, or people to practice with, he has you tilt the quintains over and over again.
Half of the whole process is acclimating Vintner to the Quintains, getting him to perform under pressure. At one point, the Master-At-Arms has you attempting to tilt your lance on a target whilst on either side of you men beat their shields and cause as loud a ruckus as possible.
[HOW WELL DOES TRAINING GO? - Req. 50: 75 + 14(Prowess) + 1(Equestrian) = 90. Major Success]
You manage to keep Vintner calm and under control through most of the tests. Thankful that you've already worked on acclimating him toward these kinds of things. And when Vintner got a little nervous and began to act up, you could calm him back down, or keep him under control. Leading to a good performance in a contest of tilting against an inanimate object… How well you and Vintner would do against real people, though? That was a little less certain… You felt pumped to unhorse someone though.
Skill Experience gained for Equestrian. 2/5.
The last couple of days before you departed were quiet, oddly so as well. Yet, you sought out your Father who was settling down inside the Palestone Tower as he gradually took on more and more duties of being Starfall's Castellan. One day, you catch him when he isn't busy and you ask to speak with him. You're surprised when he expresses the same. So, you're walking with him through various halls and up the stairs when you finally begin speaking.
"Father, as you well know we're to depart here soon… I was wondering what advice you have for… Out there." You said, looking up at your Father as he led the way up the stairs further into the tower. Where he wanted you two to go, you didn't know. Father tilted his head and looked to you.
"Advice for Sunspear?" You nod, and he continues. "Keep a sharp eye out. Be wary… The Prince's predecessors have, on more than one occasion, had to put down schemes and rebellions both within and without. I do not believe it's ended yet… Especially not with the Orphans." He says. Referencing those who came over with Nymeria, and still clung to the old religion, language and culture of the Rhoynar.
"What of them?" You ask, and your father continues. "The Prince has decided to retain and enforce his mother's laws making the Rhoynish tongue illegal to speak and record… The Orphans are quite restless because of this. Yet, the Martells and their supporters are distrustful of the Orphans who refuse to… Blend in." He spoke carefully. "That is not to say you must treat anyone differently, just… Please, son, be careful with whom you associate with. We do not see much of the drama because we're far away from where the Orphans live. But going to Sunspear? You'll be in the middle of it, wedding or no."
You nod along. "Of course, Father… Do you know what opportunities I might find at the Prince's court, or his heir's wedding?" At the posed question, Father likewise nods. "Plenty, however, the problem you're likely to face is that you must distinguish yourself from many others to get to it. And if, if you manage to do so. The manner in which they reward you for distinguishing yourself, if they do so at all, might not be what you think."
"So… Temper my expectations?" You finish for him, and he answers. "Yes." He says, before you both finally finish your ascent up the tower and are faced with a door of heavy white weirwood, with a Silver eight pointed star embossed on it. You can't help but wonder what it was father wished to do up here with you, when he turned to address you with a much quieter voice. The whole place takes a more reverent tone.
"I thought to show this to you, at least once, before you go and might never get the chance to do so again." He says to you, and before you could speak up, he turns to place a key in the door's lock, and twists it. With a soft click, it unlocks, and he opens the door to a chamber colored in light in all sorts of different colors, pouring in through stained glass windows. Unlit candles sit about the edges of the room, or on altars with busts of each of the Seven. Yet, at the opposite end of the room from the door. An altar stood, with both the Father and Warrior overlooking it, their hands extended forward to hold something, almost cradling it.
The greatsword resting in their hands was pale as milk glass. With a silvered crossguard, and long handle wrapped in almost pitch dark leather. The pommel showed a star engraved in yellow gold. It seemed to reflect the light with great intensity. Even when the sun was getting low outside, this room was more well lit than most, despite no candles being aflame.
When you attempted to step forward, to get a better view, your father placed a firm hand on your shoulder, and halted you before you crossed the door. Closing it and locking it once more silently. "Very few see it in times when it's kept here at Starfall… Even fewer ever wield it… The last one who held it was Ser Davos Dayne, Sword of the Morning. A husband of Nymeria herself. It's sat here since his death." He explained, you remember stories of Davos from your histories. "It's something I felt my sons, Dayne or not, should have seen at least once. Let this stand as my parting gift to you, Aron. Do me proud out there, wherever you end up." He said, patting your shoulder, and you two descended the Palestone Sword.
The day comes quickly, and Lord Gulian's party departs, with you among them. Bidding farewells to Doran and Father, you went down along the road with the 50 or so others that were accompanying your uncle and cousins to Sunspear. The first few days on the road was through rocky outcroppings, thin paths through gorges and small canyons. Then, in the following days, through the foothills that the Red Mountains transitioned to before finally pouring out into the sands and deserts that Dorne was famous for… For the first time in your life, you didn't feel the crunch of dried grass under your foot, or the firm rock and stone of the mountains either. Here, white sand gave way under the weight of your body, and of your horse, and both foot and hoof sank slightly with each step leaving trails in the scorching earth..
Everyone's focus now was trying to remain cool. Guards wore less armor than they usually did, or none at all. Scarves, shawls and robes were draped over the shoulders or wrapped around the head to keep the sun, which baked back at High Hermitage yet now seemed to burn, from endlessly beating down on bare skin. Water was carefully distributed to men and horses, because here it was worth more than gold. Guides your Uncle had hired, natives of the area whose skin had been scorched into dark, tan hues, led at the front, navigating the party and its pack animals through the dunes.
The Lord of Starfall was near the front as well, with his son and daughter who will be attending. They appeared about as exhausted as you felt, as you brought Vintner alongside them. "My Lord, I've yet to offer thanks for giving me this opportunity." You say, bowing your head once you come alongside them. Gulian shakes his head. "Now, now, don't give me that. It was the least courtesy I could do for Michael's baseborn." He said, looking turning to give a glance in your direction, before facing forward once more to see the guides at work. "Nevertheless, I must thank you for this. My Lord. You've given me an opportunity I would otherwise not have."
Your Uncle gave a gruff hum. "It wouldn't be the first time. You came about when your father had a similar opportunity." The Lord began. "When my Father allowed him to join the Manwoodys in a campaign against the Marcher Lords, he returned with your mother, and was called Ser Michael. He'd been knighted for something or other whilst in the Marches."
You tilted your head. "I knew Father was knighted in the marches. I did not know he was there only because he was granted leave to do so. I thought our house helped participate by contributing their banners." To which Gulian shook his head. "Not the case, t'was only Michael and a handful of his closest companions."
Joffrey spoke up next, from his position on the opposite side of the Lord. "There might be another campaign in the Marches soon. The raiding has recently been very brutal, if the news is to be believed… And I believe it is, as it's been consistent."
"I heard the Storm King was gathering his banners in the Kingswood." You insert in as well, contributing news you've likewise heard. And both turn to face you. "Most assume it'll march against the Riverlands or the Reach, as they're both distracted by the Lannisters."
The Lord of Starfall frowned slightly. "But it's not confirmed that's the direction they are headed for, is it? It'll be something to keep in mind. But no doubt the Prince will have already received the news by the time we get there. Likely from the Fowlers or Yronwoods… I'll write a missive to let Michael know, if Lady Qorgyle is feeling hospitable enough to allow usage of her rookery."
Joffrey nodded, and you as well. "We're headed for Sandstone, then?" You ask, and both nod, Joffrey speaking up. "Yes, we are. Only well for 50 leagues, surrounded by a fort and garrison. We're hoping Lady Qorgyle will allow us to draw water from her wells so we may continue on for Hellholt, then Vaith."
The conversation peters out as the sun lowers, and the party presses on as the scorching heat makes way for a slight chill. Everyone settles down and plans are made for the night and next day. Some of the men try to make the most of the slight rest they have.
Traveling actions are much more limited, because Aron will have less time to do things that would require dedicated attention whilst spending most of the days, weeks or months moving from one place to another. Turns will also represent shorter passages of time whilst traveling.
The top vote of each category will determine Aron's actions in the following days.
Travel Contributions:
[ ] Volunteer to ride ahead and inform Sandstone of your party's intentions.
[ ] Work with the party's Captain of Guard to ensure no one lags behind, or spot any dangers in the dunes.
[ ] Manage the party's horses, and ensure they're in good care.
Socials:
[ ] Gulian Dayne, Lord of Starfall
- [ ] Write In: Topic of Discussion
[ ] Joffrey Dayne, your uncle's heir
- [ ] Write In: Topic of Discussion
[ ] Myriah Dayne, your uncle's daughter.
- [ ] Write In, Topic of Discussion
"I've been meaning to ask, if I'm not interrupting, about the events at Sunspear, and who all will be attending." You explain to him, and Joffrey nods, taking a quick drink of water before he spoke. "Most everyone, I imagine. Lords Fowler and Yronwood will be attending with their sons and daughters. Lady Qorgyle, I am sure of, but we will find that out once we arrive at Sandstone to refill our water supplies on our own way to Sunspear. Obviously, the Prince and their family will be in attendance. The Ullers should be there as well, along with the houses near The Arm like Santagar and Dalt. Hedge knights the region over will no doubt themselves be interested in attending, for the tourney if nothing else."
You speak up. "Apologies, my lord, I should specify. I was wondering about those Ladies in attendance who would be… Unattached to others by marriage?" You attempt to word it, and Joffrey raises an eyebrow at you. Placing his hands on his hips. "Looking to get a wife are you? I'm unsure if you realize the prospects, I'm more like to get a wife there than you are. And I'm not even looking for one." The heir of Starfall says, trying not to chuckle as he spoke, and you nod.
"I know, I know my Lord. But… One doesn't go into battle without knowing who they'll find across from them. And even so, call it mere curiosity." You phrased it with more familiar, martial terms. And Joffery gave a small snort. "With a mindset like that, I'd think you'd have asked for what games will be going on there. Yet, very well, I'll humor you… Mind you, I do not have a guest list. These are merely whom I believe will be in attendance. Lord Fowler's other daughters will no doubt be there. Lord Yronwood will likely have a daughter or niece in attendance, I feel. Sers Santagar and Dalt would be like to have their whole families in attendance as well, perhaps they have daughters there as well. Lord Jordayne's only daughter will likely be there with her father. There might be others, but I would not know Sand."
You give a small nod. "You have my thanks, Cousin. I'll leave you about your business now, if it so please." And Joffery responds with a terse. "It doesn't please, actually. I've satisfied your curiosity, I would like you to satisfy mine own. You're going to the wedding of a Prince, yet what for? Given the rest of your family is here or at High Hermitage, Knightly Father and Baseborn Mother both." He posed the question, and you blinked at him for a few moments before you responded.
"Love my mother and father as I might. I'm my own man now. I've seen opportunity at Sunspear, and I do not mean to let it pass me by without at least attempting to seize it." You answer, and Joffrey seems to nod at that. "So, I assume you will also be tilting at the games if it is available to you?" He asks, and you once more answer. "I most likely will."
The heir to Starfall nods finally. "Good. Make a good showing of it, and maybe we shall tilt against each other." He said, and you offered a grin in return, giving a brief bow. "Of course, cousin. I will look forward to it."
[GATHERING INFORMATION ON THE WEDDING - Req. 40: 78 + 8(Diplomacy) = 86. Major Success.]
[WHO DO YOU GET INFO FROM?: 2 = Your cousin Joffrey]
Before your first week at Starfall was even halfway through, you made haste to get permission from your uncle's Master-At-Arms to convince him to allow you to procure a suit of armor from the armory. It took the promise that you would pay for it, but he made the allowance, and Doran was right there beside you to help foot the cost. "You had best win your first tilt, Aron! Or else you'd have gotten this just to give it away." He teases, as the Armorsmith takes your measurements. You're standing stock still on a small stool whilst he does his work. The armor and horse of a tilt's defeated were given to the victor. Poorer knights could become bankrupt by poor tourney performances. Or, if they're lucky or skilled, become much wealthier.
"I'll remember that when the lances are in hand." You say. "I'll not disappoint you, I promise you that. If only because if I did, you'd never let me live it down." And Doran gave a small laugh. "Aye, if you lost your first tilt, good as you are at the practice yards, I'd be quite surprised. If it happens, mayhaps you should just stick to your cards."
"Hah, hah." You dryly reply, and Doran tsks. "Have you gotten your own blazon yet, brother? Can't joust without a blazon… Well, you could, but no one will know it's you." You chime in, about to step off when the Armorsmith firmly reminds you to stay still by swatting your boot with a measure stick. "Actually, I had an idea. Invert the colors of our Lord's arms and remove the sword."
Doran tilted his head, turning to one of the shields in storage as if to envision it. "So… A purple shooting star on white? No one will mistake who you're a bastard of, for certain, and it's different enough… It should do the job, and do it well." Your brother notes, looking back with a smile. "I'll arrange your shield to be painted for you. Consider it a parting gift."
You nodded. "Thank you, Doran." And your brother waved it off. "Think nothing of it, Aron!" He said, as he made his way out to acquaint himself more with Starfall. And you remained with the castle blacksmith, finishing your measurement and giving him payment for his services. You receive it shortly before you are scheduled to depart, and it's good enough, if not a little uncomfortable to wear in some areas as you were taller than the man the suit was originally forged for.
-8 Gold Coinage. +1 Suit of Common Maile and Plate Armor.
You took advantage of the castle while you could, and asked the Master-At-Arms to help you with preparing yourself for the main event of any tourney. The Joust. Though, for lack of actually having lists put up, or people to practice with, he has you tilt the quintains over and over again.
Half of the whole process is acclimating Vintner to the Quintains, getting him to perform under pressure. At one point, the Master-At-Arms has you attempting to tilt your lance on a target whilst on either side of you men beat their shields and cause as loud a ruckus as possible.
[HOW WELL DOES TRAINING GO? - Req. 50: 75 + 14(Prowess) + 1(Equestrian) = 90. Major Success]
You manage to keep Vintner calm and under control through most of the tests. Thankful that you've already worked on acclimating him toward these kinds of things. And when Vintner got a little nervous and began to act up, you could calm him back down, or keep him under control. Leading to a good performance in a contest of tilting against an inanimate object… How well you and Vintner would do against real people, though? That was a little less certain… You felt pumped to unhorse someone though.
Skill Experience gained for Equestrian. 2/5.
The last couple of days before you departed were quiet, oddly so as well. Yet, you sought out your Father who was settling down inside the Palestone Tower as he gradually took on more and more duties of being Starfall's Castellan. One day, you catch him when he isn't busy and you ask to speak with him. You're surprised when he expresses the same. So, you're walking with him through various halls and up the stairs when you finally begin speaking.
"Father, as you well know we're to depart here soon… I was wondering what advice you have for… Out there." You said, looking up at your Father as he led the way up the stairs further into the tower. Where he wanted you two to go, you didn't know. Father tilted his head and looked to you.
"Advice for Sunspear?" You nod, and he continues. "Keep a sharp eye out. Be wary… The Prince's predecessors have, on more than one occasion, had to put down schemes and rebellions both within and without. I do not believe it's ended yet… Especially not with the Orphans." He says. Referencing those who came over with Nymeria, and still clung to the old religion, language and culture of the Rhoynar.
"What of them?" You ask, and your father continues. "The Prince has decided to retain and enforce his mother's laws making the Rhoynish tongue illegal to speak and record… The Orphans are quite restless because of this. Yet, the Martells and their supporters are distrustful of the Orphans who refuse to… Blend in." He spoke carefully. "That is not to say you must treat anyone differently, just… Please, son, be careful with whom you associate with. We do not see much of the drama because we're far away from where the Orphans live. But going to Sunspear? You'll be in the middle of it, wedding or no."
You nod along. "Of course, Father… Do you know what opportunities I might find at the Prince's court, or his heir's wedding?" At the posed question, Father likewise nods. "Plenty, however, the problem you're likely to face is that you must distinguish yourself from many others to get to it. And if, if you manage to do so. The manner in which they reward you for distinguishing yourself, if they do so at all, might not be what you think."
"So… Temper my expectations?" You finish for him, and he answers. "Yes." He says, before you both finally finish your ascent up the tower and are faced with a door of heavy white weirwood, with a Silver eight pointed star embossed on it. You can't help but wonder what it was father wished to do up here with you, when he turned to address you with a much quieter voice. The whole place takes a more reverent tone.
"I thought to show this to you, at least once, before you go and might never get the chance to do so again." He says to you, and before you could speak up, he turns to place a key in the door's lock, and twists it. With a soft click, it unlocks, and he opens the door to a chamber colored in light in all sorts of different colors, pouring in through stained glass windows. Unlit candles sit about the edges of the room, or on altars with busts of each of the Seven. Yet, at the opposite end of the room from the door. An altar stood, with both the Father and Warrior overlooking it, their hands extended forward to hold something, almost cradling it.
The greatsword resting in their hands was pale as milk glass. With a silvered crossguard, and long handle wrapped in almost pitch dark leather. The pommel showed a star engraved in yellow gold. It seemed to reflect the light with great intensity. Even when the sun was getting low outside, this room was more well lit than most, despite no candles being aflame.
When you attempted to step forward, to get a better view, your father placed a firm hand on your shoulder, and halted you before you crossed the door. Closing it and locking it once more silently. "Very few see it in times when it's kept here at Starfall… Even fewer ever wield it… The last one who held it was Ser Davos Dayne, Sword of the Morning. A husband of Nymeria herself. It's sat here since his death." He explained, you remember stories of Davos from your histories. "It's something I felt my sons, Dayne or not, should have seen at least once. Let this stand as my parting gift to you, Aron. Do me proud out there, wherever you end up." He said, patting your shoulder, and you two descended the Palestone Sword.
The day comes quickly, and Lord Gulian's party departs, with you among them. Bidding farewells to Doran and Father, you went down along the road with the 50 or so others that were accompanying your uncle and cousins to Sunspear. The first few days on the road was through rocky outcroppings, thin paths through gorges and small canyons. Then, in the following days, through the foothills that the Red Mountains transitioned to before finally pouring out into the sands and deserts that Dorne was famous for… For the first time in your life, you didn't feel the crunch of dried grass under your foot, or the firm rock and stone of the mountains either. Here, white sand gave way under the weight of your body, and of your horse, and both foot and hoof sank slightly with each step leaving trails in the scorching earth..
Everyone's focus now was trying to remain cool. Guards wore less armor than they usually did, or none at all. Scarves, shawls and robes were draped over the shoulders or wrapped around the head to keep the sun, which baked back at High Hermitage yet now seemed to burn, from endlessly beating down on bare skin. Water was carefully distributed to men and horses, because here it was worth more than gold. Guides your Uncle had hired, natives of the area whose skin had been scorched into dark, tan hues, led at the front, navigating the party and its pack animals through the dunes.
The Lord of Starfall was near the front as well, with his son and daughter who will be attending. They appeared about as exhausted as you felt, as you brought Vintner alongside them. "My Lord, I've yet to offer thanks for giving me this opportunity." You say, bowing your head once you come alongside them. Gulian shakes his head. "Now, now, don't give me that. It was the least courtesy I could do for Michael's baseborn." He said, looking turning to give a glance in your direction, before facing forward once more to see the guides at work. "Nevertheless, I must thank you for this. My Lord. You've given me an opportunity I would otherwise not have."
Your Uncle gave a gruff hum. "It wouldn't be the first time. You came about when your father had a similar opportunity." The Lord began. "When my Father allowed him to join the Manwoodys in a campaign against the Marcher Lords, he returned with your mother, and was called Ser Michael. He'd been knighted for something or other whilst in the Marches."
You tilted your head. "I knew Father was knighted in the marches. I did not know he was there only because he was granted leave to do so. I thought our house helped participate by contributing their banners." To which Gulian shook his head. "Not the case, t'was only Michael and a handful of his closest companions."
Joffrey spoke up next, from his position on the opposite side of the Lord. "There might be another campaign in the Marches soon. The raiding has recently been very brutal, if the news is to be believed… And I believe it is, as it's been consistent."
"I heard the Storm King was gathering his banners in the Kingswood." You insert in as well, contributing news you've likewise heard. And both turn to face you. "Most assume it'll march against the Riverlands or the Reach, as they're both distracted by the Lannisters."
The Lord of Starfall frowned slightly. "But it's not confirmed that's the direction they are headed for, is it? It'll be something to keep in mind. But no doubt the Prince will have already received the news by the time we get there. Likely from the Fowlers or Yronwoods… I'll write a missive to let Michael know, if Lady Qorgyle is feeling hospitable enough to allow usage of her rookery."
Joffrey nodded, and you as well. "We're headed for Sandstone, then?" You ask, and both nod, Joffrey speaking up. "Yes, we are. Only well for 50 leagues, surrounded by a fort and garrison. We're hoping Lady Qorgyle will allow us to draw water from her wells so we may continue on for Hellholt, then Vaith."
The conversation peters out as the sun lowers, and the party presses on as the scorching heat makes way for a slight chill. Everyone settles down and plans are made for the night and next day. Some of the men try to make the most of the slight rest they have.
Traveling actions are much more limited, because Aron will have less time to do things that would require dedicated attention whilst spending most of the days, weeks or months moving from one place to another. Turns will also represent shorter passages of time whilst traveling.
The top vote of each category will determine Aron's actions in the following days.
Travel Contributions:
[ ] Volunteer to ride ahead and inform Sandstone of your party's intentions.
[ ] Work with the party's Captain of Guard to ensure no one lags behind, or spot any dangers in the dunes.
[ ] Manage the party's horses, and ensure they're in good care.
Socials:
[ ] Gulian Dayne, Lord of Starfall
- [ ] Write In: Topic of Discussion
[ ] Joffrey Dayne, your uncle's heir
- [ ] Write In: Topic of Discussion
[ ] Myriah Dayne, your uncle's daughter.
- [ ] Write In, Topic of Discussion
- Location
- United States
[x] Manage the party's horses, and ensure they're in good care.
[x] Myriah Dayne, your uncle's daughter.
- [x] The ladies she knows and have heard of, what they like, who's courting who or which families are arranging alliances — and learn about her.
Yes, those italics mean what you think they do. Cmon, don't gag, it's medieval times! You've done much worse in your CK playthroughs, and we need to social climb — finding marriage prospects is a shortcut to prominence and prosperity (unless there's some thing against cousin marriage in ASOIAF i'm forgetting about)
[x] Myriah Dayne, your uncle's daughter.
- [x] The ladies she knows and have heard of, what they like, who's courting who or which families are arranging alliances — and learn about her.
Yes, those italics mean what you think they do. Cmon, don't gag, it's medieval times! You've done much worse in your CK playthroughs, and we need to social climb — finding marriage prospects is a shortcut to prominence and prosperity (unless there's some thing against cousin marriage in ASOIAF i'm forgetting about)
There isn't. Westeros has a very strict view thats extremely narrow... Brothers, Sister, Daughters or Sons. Anything beyond that is apparently permissible in Westeros. There are several periods in time when, even, the Starks and Lannisters married in-family.
People often forget that Tywin Lannister married his own cousin, Joanna, and no one blinked at it. They were first cousins.
Another example is Rickard Stark and Lyarra Stark, who were first cousins once removed. And were the parents of our own Eddard Stark, grandparents of Robb, Arya, Rickon, Sansa and Jon Snow.
Edit: That isn't to say it is not weird. Just that it wouldn't be blinked at twice in Westeros.
[X] Manage the party's horses, and ensure they're in good care.
[X] Myriah Dayne, your uncle's daughter.
- [X] The ladies she knows and have heard of, what they like, who's courting who or which families are arranging alliances — and learn about her.(No cousin version)
I dont want to specifically go after our cousin, but I want to know what ladies might be avalible, or any heiresses of similar status of the Daynes of High Hermitage.
Edit: Just added an no cousin version.
[X] Myriah Dayne, your uncle's daughter.
- [X] The ladies she knows and have heard of, what they like, who's courting who or which families are arranging alliances — and learn about her.(No cousin version)
I dont want to specifically go after our cousin, but I want to know what ladies might be avalible, or any heiresses of similar status of the Daynes of High Hermitage.
Edit: Just added an no cousin version.
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Lmao while this is funny and probably par for the course in asoiaf, I feel like we don't want to be killed by our uncle before we get going
[X] Manage the party's horses, and ensure they're in good care.
[X] Joffrey Dayne, your uncle's heir
- [X] What competitions are going to take place during the tourney at Sunspear and what the competition might be like (so we have a good idea of what events we can enter and do reasonably well in. Also so we can decide what we wanna do on the rest of the way there)
Also are there any "Squires" events? I'm not sure if they acc happen in asoiaf or if it's just a common fanfic thing?
[X] Joffrey Dayne, your uncle's heir
- [X] What competitions are going to take place during the tourney at Sunspear and what the competition might be like (so we have a good idea of what events we can enter and do reasonably well in. Also so we can decide what we wanna do on the rest of the way there)
Also are there any "Squires" events? I'm not sure if they acc happen in asoiaf or if it's just a common fanfic thing?
- Location
- United States
Well I'm not saying we seduce her or anything crazy, just to view her as a prospect as well
From what I've read and looked for. Squired Tourneys are a thing in Westeros. But we haven't seen an actual example of one in any of the books. And the rules for actual tourneys are very loose or determined by region or preference of those running organizing the tourney...
The Reach or Vale would be the only areas where Tourneys are strictly knights only. The other regions greatly vary in allowance and such.
I'm of the interpretation that Dorne, because of it's cultural diversity, some cultures of which don't have their own version of knighthood, probably don't have as strict requirements for entering a tourney as the more traditionalist areas of Westeros do.
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[X] Manage the party's horses, and ensure they're in good care.
[X] Myriah Dayne, your uncle's daughter.
- [X] The ladies she knows and have heard of, what they like, who's courting who or which families are arranging alliances — and learn about her.(No cousin version)
[X] Myriah Dayne, your uncle's daughter.
- [X] The ladies she knows and have heard of, what they like, who's courting who or which families are arranging alliances — and learn about her.(No cousin version)
Yea but if we fail the dice roll then we might just be screwed considering our uncle is the only noble so far that supports us (if we Crit fail or major fail with his daughter it might be ggs for us), I think it'd be valid to consider for the future but we might not wanna risk missing on the roll just yet. Conversely it could go really well for us and in the future our uncle is probably more likely to be well disposed towards us (compared to other lords we don't know) so I do agree there but it might be nice to just have a platonic relationship with someone that can help us get a match at the tourney. If she likes us (in a sisterly/non-asoiaf cousin way), she might be able to help give us advice about the ladies at the tourney itself. To be fair considering this is Dorne she might not really care if we flirt with her now and then ask for help with other women later so it might just come down to the dice roll
Ahh okok makes sense, I was wondering because it's probably unlikely we do really well in the main tourney considering it's our first but we might do well enough in the Squires equivalent.
Also, I really like this quest and I made an account just to participate lmao
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I dunno, way your dice has been rolling, you might do better than you expect...
Likewise, Aron's got a very high prowess stat for his age.
Lil guide for stats.
0-4: Is considered Terrible
5-8: Is considered Poor
9-12: Is considered Average
13-16: Is considered Good
17 and Beyond: Is considered Excellent
With a Prowess stat of 14 as a base, Aron's a better fighter than most would be at his age. He's probably spent most of his life to this point working specifically toward a keen understanding of how to fight. With the potential bonuses because of your Skills, he can potentially go from 14 to 16 in rolls, dependent on what weapons he uses and if he's mounted or not.
Most career soldiers and knights would have around the same stat range in prowess. But I reminds you all, most career soldiers and knights would be significantly older than Aron, and have used their time to get to that point. Aron being this young with this high a prowess skill is borderline prodigious.
In other words... Ser Bors wasn't fucking around when teaching you all how to scuffle. Lol.
[X] Manage the party's horses, and ensure they're in good care.
[X] Myriah Dayne, your uncle's daughter.
- [X] The ladies she knows and have heard of, what they like, who's courting who or which families are arranging alliances — and learn about her.(No cousin version)
[X] Myriah Dayne, your uncle's daughter.
- [X] The ladies she knows and have heard of, what they like, who's courting who or which families are arranging alliances — and learn about her.(No cousin version)
- Pronouns
- He
[X] Manage the party's horses, and ensure they're in good care.
[X] Myriah Dayne, your uncle's daughter.
- [X] The ladies she knows and have heard of, what they like, who's courting who or which families are arranging alliances — and learn about her.(No cousin version)
[X] Myriah Dayne, your uncle's daughter.
- [X] The ladies she knows and have heard of, what they like, who's courting who or which families are arranging alliances — and learn about her.(No cousin version)
