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Warhammer Fantasy: Honor is all, Chivalry is all (Bretonnia CK2)

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Stannis...I could see being empowered by Solkan, as the actual God of Laws amongst the Gods of Law.

Gregore goes Khorne, easy.

Renly+Loras I could see going Slaanesh, or mostly just Loras. All about perfection, that one.
 
Night_stalker said:
Eh, depending where they end up, wall blocks the Wastes or Kislev off.
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I had the same train of thought, but they'd probably need to get their numbers back to the old days or better to be of us to anyone. As they are when the books started? They'd be hard pressed at best to keep chaos at bay for any length of time. A proper invasion/one led by an everchosen? They'd be done with half a month at best.

torroar said:
I'd like to see Tywin try to impress the fear of the Lion upon the Norscans.
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He'd probably succeed to some extent, the lesser tribes and such, but anything with enough power? They'd laugh at the little southern man's attempt to instill fear in them. Some of them would probably take it as a challenge.
 
skaro said:
I read somewhere that the wall is magical in nature thought,they build to withstand ice zombie afterall.
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And a Greater Daemon is usually a small shard of the God's power. Also is going to be accompanied by a large amount of other Daemons and Chaos cultists. All it'd take is enough forces to smash the local garrison's gates, then surge through at top speed.
 
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Better Angles of Her Nature
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    • Better Angles of Her Nature

    The Dancing Dragon inn bustled with life, servers running to and fro in the dark, smokey rooms. A cavalcade of spices assaulted the nose, a veritable arsenal of tastes, as a blond haired bard sang in deep, dulcet tones the thousand tales of the founding and sizzling hot meats were put out, along with honeyed bread, hot and fresh and steaming as it was sliced open.

    There, Truthsprout and her cell ate and drank and made merry, all while plotting her husband's death or destruction; all while plotting to bring Bretonnia to her knees; all while breeding treason. Morgyan took a bite of her thick steak, still bloody, as she huddled in her cloak. Her dagger, strapped to her waist, was hidden by the velvety cape, while her eyes only softly shone in the hood, a natural defense. Only three tables had enough people to be her prey, but oh what prey they were. Ten knights was not to be underestimated by anyone, never mind an unskilled skulker.

    A second chunk of the divinely seared flesh disappeared into dark lips as Morgyan closed her eyes...and listened.

    "Been too long, chums, been too long!" Wine flowed freely as the old soldiers inducted the newest man, a young soul, into their little brotherhood. Flirting with serving women, drunk, but happy drunks. Not likely to be the conspirators; the lack of noble blood among them only served to seal it...

    "Cheers!" A squire, his knight, and the family. Quiet, and strained, but hardly murderous. He was blushing as an older serving wench boldly flirted with his knight. There was much wine freely flowing as Knight and family spoke.

    "I speak only truth." A woman's voice. Ten knights. bristling with weapons. "He killed three men in Orleans; he doesn't deserve to be the Duke. Lancepoint, he killed your son." Eugène wavers. Enough. He's done...enough.

    Opening your eyes again, you smile like the cat that caught the canary before scooping up the juices of your steak with your bread and popping it in your mouth, swallowing quickly. A yeomen, one of Philip's best men, can see you; catching his eye, you point out the door, and he salutes sharply before leaving.

    You rise up, hand falling to your dagger as you march over to Truthsprout's table. The shrew's voice cuts at your ears soon enough, but you tune it out; it would not do to let Her rage consume you, not after her name has been invoked so often.

    Your hand delicately falls to her shoulder. She looks up, only for her eyes to widen.

    The face of your sister-in-law stares you down, Carole's eyes burning with fear. "It's that idiot's freak of a wife!"

    Your grip is steel on her wrist as you force her to the table, hand grabbing the cast iron dagger from your belt. Your voice has a hard edge as you whisper in her ear, "you know, the last person to call me a freak ended up sacrificed to a demon." To emphasize the point, you prick her with the tip of the dagger, drawing a bit of blood.

    A sword is drawn and hard plate pounds on wood as one of the knights runs to strike you down. The door bursts as a knight, likely Sir Geoffroi, swoops in and brings his sword to bare. "Base villain! Have you no shame?"

    Ezekiel's voice comes out from the shadows a second later. "Try and run, and the first goes through your ankle. The second won't be as pleasant."

    So it is that your Sister-In-Law and her band of traitors are paraded to Castle Montfort in chains, where they are bound in The Dungeon and await Philip's sentence.
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    Carole and band of traitors captured and awaiting sentencing

    So, good news is, you had an impatient sister who did not quite catch on to Morgyan's unique skill set until the knife was already at her throat.
     
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    • Looks like Carole and her group are my favorite kind of traitors: The stupid kind that gets captured before they can do too much damage.

    Pity that our remaining family is such a bitch though, that can't be good for Philip's continued happiness.
     
    TheNotoriousSMP said:
    Looks like Carole and her group are my favorite kind of traitors: The stupid kind that gets captured before they can do too much damage.

    Pity that our remaining family is such a bitch though, that can't be good for Philip's continued happiness.
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    There was a chance that Carole and her group could have ended up dead, which would not have ended...Well.
     
    Night_stalker said:
    That depends. You think we can trust their families, or should we redistrubute the wealth, and denoble their names?
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    Can't denoble them, Bretonnian nobility is a bloodline thing, not just a social rank. Not sure about the specifics, but from the top of my head; as long either both of your parants or all of your parents and grandparents are nobles, you're a noble.

    It's the sole reason why one of the dukedoms that was destroyed more than 1000 years ago still has nobility.
     
    It's better to just exile her, killing family, even as an execution for breaking the law and being treasonous, tends to be viewed harshly.

    Just find her a nice place out of the country with guards keeping her safe/from leaving.
     
    Wow. Our sister, trying to kill us?! Did not see that coming. Nope, not at all. :rolleyes:

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    At that, you catch your sister mouthing something but the moment passes.
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    Definitely did not see that coming.*

    *Note, I'm not insulting Voikirium or anything, I just suspected her long before. IIRC, our previous character sheet said many considered us a dunce/an idiot and our sister one of them... And even if it didn't, I honestly can't see "sis" having a high opinion of us and our smarts(before we got that +7) and wanting to take over. It's not like nobles or noble siblings killing each other over the throne or whatever is anything new either.
     
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