Yep… Jaime is him
[x] Fight them!: You've killed five all by yourself… what's 12 more?
[x] Fight them!: You've killed five all by yourself… what's 12 more?
Whatever He Choose (No SV, You are Jaime Lannister)
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[X]Fight them!: You've killed five all by yourself… what's 12 more?
Looks like we gained Robert's eternal respect. Such bravery and skill should lead to a boosted Arryn charge.
Looks like we gained Robert's eternal respect. Such bravery and skill should lead to a boosted Arryn charge.
WhiteNights
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[X]Fight them!: You've killed five all by yourself… what's 12 more?
Well, I for one hope that Gerion rolls a nat 100 next time and actually goes to retrieves Brightroar. A sword with that cool of a name needs a wielder to match.
(Only Jaime is worthy)
(Only Jaime is worthy)
Cersei finds Maggy the Frog again and becomes her apprentice in the blood arts.
Reminds me of how Cersei turned out in the Lonely Lioness quest.
That was a good quest, we truly went all out Cersei style. I wouldn't mind participating into another Cersei quest.
Amused Bystander
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[X]Fight them!: You've killed five all by yourself… what's 12 more?
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[X]Retreat!: Let's not take any chances. Let Lord Arryn's men get their pay.
We've done enough for now, and eventually we'll roll low and one of our opponents will crit. No one will doubt our courage after taking out five men.
We've done enough for now, and eventually we'll roll low and one of our opponents will crit. No one will doubt our courage after taking out five men.
Jaime at the Gate
Finished the drawing! Now the rest is up to the dice.
Magoose
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Amazing.Finished the drawing! Now the rest is up to the dice.
Though I hope the Ghastly's there aren't foreshadowing?
+20 to the rolls.
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Well they do say Gengar likes to attack people in mountains , maybe it's the same with Gastly's and Haunter'sThough I hope the Ghastly's there aren't foreshadowing?
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The Vale 4: A Hero
Magoose
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The Vale 4: A Hero
[X]Fight them!: You've killed five all by yourself… what's 12 more?
You smiled and twirled your blade, smiling and standing ready to face a dozen men running towards you, and they were all furious and terrified, coming at you with anger and fury that could only rival men who had nothing to lose.
You stood ready, taking a deep breath, and stood firm, tall and wonderful, as you smiled wondering what you would say to your friend, and Lord's when you got back home. Or when you were back to the Eyrie.
Jaime. A voice whispered in your ear, and you almost froze in terror at the tone, the voice you recognized. It was Mother's voice.
You could almost feel something… cold and ancient watching over you as you still stood there, watching the death come closer to fight you, and suddenly you confidence felt like nothing… you wanted to run away.
But instead, you heard her voice again, in the same tone as she told you that you could be whatever you choose to be. It's okay. I'm here. Remember what I told you.
And you could feel the Stranger's grip, his fear, and his hesitation… melt away.
Mother was watching over you, and you were safe. You would survive this.
And they came.
Round one: D100 + 70 => 153 vs D100 + 30 => 47
Two came forward, and you moved quickly.
There was a thrust to your weak side, your sword hand, and pushed it to the side with a flick of your sword. Your other was like a spring to give or take momentum, you pushed to use your sword to stab while keeping the other man at bay.
The first had a death rattle a final strike to try and kill you, ashe swung widely, but you ducked underneath his strike, and letting up on the slack of your arm, your other opponent was slashed, deeply on his shoulder and down his torso.
Your sword quickly moved out of them, and both collapsed into each other as you walked backward, getting out of their way.
You could hear the thunder of hooves coming your way, Lord Arryn's knights were coming and you were sure that it would not be long until they-
You dodged, ducking under a heavy ax as you were surrounded by three sides.
Round 2:D100 + 70 => 109 vs D100 + 30 => 38
interrupt.
But all you did was smirk and crouch, on one knee. And the knights killed the men standing, avoiding you.
Fight Auto ends.
Flawless victory.
The Knights kill the rest, and then you feel strange… lightheaded, and Weezy.
And then you lost consciousness.
Dream:D100 => 100
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You were… in a dream… you think the world was black, but you could make out something…
What was it?
[]The Father?: Your father was standing there, at his desk, unhappy as looked at you.
[]The Mother?: Your mother was looking at you with a shallow smile… but she was not happy to see you. "Jaime… why are you here?"
[]The Smith: You looked at Tyrion… so much bigger than you last saw him, but still so small… and you just watched him look at a woman… and then a shadow?
[]The Maiden: Cersai looked at you as she walked towards you, naked as she was when you last saw her, coming towards you, holding you tight. "Jaime, what is the matter?"
[]The Warrior: You saw… Yourself, posted and chained up. "Oh come now little one… there are no men like me… only me."
[]The Crone: You saw a woman with Ashen hair, screaming at the top of her lungs, as you looked out and saw yourself… in armor… in a white cloak… "You are no hero."
[]The Stranger: It sat alone, with a sad smile on it's face. It was a shimmering specter wearing your face, as you hung from a tree. "It's alright young one… this is not your fate, unless you want it to be?"
[X]Fight them!: You've killed five all by yourself… what's 12 more?
You smiled and twirled your blade, smiling and standing ready to face a dozen men running towards you, and they were all furious and terrified, coming at you with anger and fury that could only rival men who had nothing to lose.
You stood ready, taking a deep breath, and stood firm, tall and wonderful, as you smiled wondering what you would say to your friend, and Lord's when you got back home. Or when you were back to the Eyrie.
Jaime. A voice whispered in your ear, and you almost froze in terror at the tone, the voice you recognized. It was Mother's voice.
You could almost feel something… cold and ancient watching over you as you still stood there, watching the death come closer to fight you, and suddenly you confidence felt like nothing… you wanted to run away.
But instead, you heard her voice again, in the same tone as she told you that you could be whatever you choose to be. It's okay. I'm here. Remember what I told you.
And you could feel the Stranger's grip, his fear, and his hesitation… melt away.
Mother was watching over you, and you were safe. You would survive this.
And they came.
Round one: D100 + 70 => 153 vs D100 + 30 => 47
Two came forward, and you moved quickly.
There was a thrust to your weak side, your sword hand, and pushed it to the side with a flick of your sword. Your other was like a spring to give or take momentum, you pushed to use your sword to stab while keeping the other man at bay.
The first had a death rattle a final strike to try and kill you, ashe swung widely, but you ducked underneath his strike, and letting up on the slack of your arm, your other opponent was slashed, deeply on his shoulder and down his torso.
Your sword quickly moved out of them, and both collapsed into each other as you walked backward, getting out of their way.
You could hear the thunder of hooves coming your way, Lord Arryn's knights were coming and you were sure that it would not be long until they-
You dodged, ducking under a heavy ax as you were surrounded by three sides.
Round 2:D100 + 70 => 109 vs D100 + 30 => 38
interrupt.
But all you did was smirk and crouch, on one knee. And the knights killed the men standing, avoiding you.
Fight Auto ends.
Flawless victory.
The Knights kill the rest, and then you feel strange… lightheaded, and Weezy.
And then you lost consciousness.
Dream:D100 => 100
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You were… in a dream… you think the world was black, but you could make out something…
What was it?
[]The Father?: Your father was standing there, at his desk, unhappy as looked at you.
[]The Mother?: Your mother was looking at you with a shallow smile… but she was not happy to see you. "Jaime… why are you here?"
[]The Smith: You looked at Tyrion… so much bigger than you last saw him, but still so small… and you just watched him look at a woman… and then a shadow?
[]The Maiden: Cersai looked at you as she walked towards you, naked as she was when you last saw her, coming towards you, holding you tight. "Jaime, what is the matter?"
[]The Warrior: You saw… Yourself, posted and chained up. "Oh come now little one… there are no men like me… only me."
[]The Crone: You saw a woman with Ashen hair, screaming at the top of her lungs, as you looked out and saw yourself… in armor… in a white cloak… "You are no hero."
[]The Stranger: It sat alone, with a sad smile on it's face. It was a shimmering specter wearing your face, as you hung from a tree. "It's alright young one… this is not your fate, unless you want it to be?"
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[X]The Stranger: It sat alone, with a sad smile on it's face. It was a shimmering specter wearing your face, as you hung from a tree. "It's alright young one… this is not your fate, unless you want it to be?"
Jaime meet the end result of Bad Choices, and maybe you can learn something good about yourself before its too late for anyone.
Jaime meet the end result of Bad Choices, and maybe you can learn something good about yourself before its too late for anyone.
The Wolf and the Lion
Ned pitifully finished another cup; he had been trying to keep up with Robert to no avail. He watched as Robert downed yet another cup of ale as if it were his first. His best friend was a bottomless pit for ale and food, each drink only made him thirstier, every slab of mutton only fueling his hunger. It was a wonder Robert wasn't a bloated corpus, though he would wager it was on account of the man fighting every chance he could get. Ned would bet the entire wealth of the North that not a man alive in the Seven Kingdoms loved a fight more than Robert, he could recall him swinging that Warhammer of his like a demon come alive. Yet he could see the purpose behind each swing, there was a rhythm to it. He prayed to the Old Gods for whichever man stood against his hammer in true combat. Ned had always envied that part of Robert, his skill when fighting. He had never been jealous of him, he loved him like a brother, but a part of him wished he could fight like him. To lose himself in a fight, to hear only the blood thumping in his heart, and the adrenaline flow through his veins. But he couldn't, he couldn't shut himself off to lives that would be lost in a true battle. He wouldn't shed a tear over each and every life lost, but he couldn't bring himself to enjoy fighting the way Robert could. Not when he understood what could be lost along the way.
He glanced over at his friend, he was as jovial as ever, going on at length about their most recent arrival.
Jaime Lannister
He wasn't unfamiliar with the Lannisters, he had read plenty of the history surrounding the Lions of the Rock. He didn't want to judge the boy on account of his family, and yet it was hard not to with a father like his. He heard all about what his father had done to the Reynes, the Tarbecks too, tearing down Tarbeck Hall and flooding Castamere. Now, not a soul living hadn't heard "The Rains of Castamere". A song of death if he ever knew one. Yet Jaime wasn't his father, he could tell the moment he laid eyes on him. He saw his dumb little smile at the mention of glory and honor, he thought Jaime was another Robert. For better or worse.
When Jaime confronted Robert and him on their way here, to this small tavern that was presently being drained of all available ale by a stag, he half expected him to ask to come along. Yet he was different, he didn't seem eager to get himself soused on ale and wine. He simply wished to talk. To Robert. To him. He never expected a boy as young as him to talk about responsibility, he didn't really expect him to think of much beyond the next chance he'd get to swing his sword around. He also didn't expect him to so flagrantly confront Robert about his lack of…concern for what others want. Robert was his best friend, yet he couldn't deny that he had a habit of doing as he liked and not caring about what he and others wanted. He had found himself in more than one lecture by following Robert, but it was never something he thought about. Robert was his friend and he would suffer through those lectures with him because that's what friends do. Until his brief conversation with Jaime.
"What does Eddard want to do?" Jaime had asked that question and it had found itself at the forefront of Ned's current thoughts. In truth, he didn't want to be here. Getting drunk on cheap ale with Robert, he would much rather be finishing up that letter he was writing to his family in truth. He had plans to head back North soon to visit them, it had been quite some time and he had the freedom to come and go from the Vale as he liked since he was 16 now. He wanted to know how his family was doing, and also planned to broach the idea of betrothing Robert and Lyanna to his father. He thought they would make a great match; Robert was the Lord of Storms End and Lyanna was the daughter of the Lord of Winterfell. Beyond that, he also thought they'd like each other personally as well. He knew Robert well enough to know that he enjoyed strong willed women, he would almost certainly cherish her as a wife. And Lyanna…well Robert was handsome and a lord, as well as his best friend. By every metric it was a great match.
And yet, in the pits of his mind, he knew the kind of person Robert was. He took what he wanted, and that included women. Ned had been witness to countless times Robert had carried off a girl to bed, leaving him alone and awkward for the next few hours. It left him considering whether Robert was capable of staying in one bed when he was wed. He had never even considered this fact until Jaime indirectly reminded Ned that Robert doesn't think about what Ned wants to do most of the time. He didn't want to see his sister be dishonored and made a mockery of. She could be the Lady of the Stormlands but would that title alone be worth being shamed day in and day out?
If not Robert, who then? His mind lingered on Jaime for a moment before he quickly dashed away the thought. He didn't even know Jaime. Sure, he didn't seem bad off a first impression, but that was not enough to even consider giving the idea to his father. Even if Robert wasn't the match he once originally thought he was, he wouldn't just flip over to Jaime without even getting to know him more. He loved his sister, and he would do his best to see her wed to a husband worthy of her even if he wasn't the final say in her marriage.
He wouldn't trade a Stag for a Lion on a whim, but perhaps he should reconsider pushing his father for this betrothal so hastily.
P.S. forgive me, I couldn't help myself. I know it looks like im trying hard to push for a Jaime and Lyanna pairing but I don't mind if it doesn't happen. Or if you think this entire work is hogwash.
Amused Bystander
Herald of 'She who Umu's' Be Brave!
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[X] The Smith: You looked at Tyrion… so much bigger than you last saw him, but still so small… and you just watched him look at a woman… and then a shadow?
[X]The Stranger: It sat alone, with a sad smile on it's face. It was a shimmering specter wearing your face, as you hung from a tree. "It's alright young one… this is not your fate, unless you want it to be?"
[X]The Warrior: You saw… Yourself, posted and chained up. "Oh come now little one… there are no men like me… only me."
Between this and the stranger, but waoh the dice have blessed us this turn.
Between this and the stranger, but waoh the dice have blessed us this turn.
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[X] The Smith: You looked at Tyrion… so much bigger than you last saw him, but still so small… and you just watched him look at a woman… and then a shadow?