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Post by R'hllor, Lord of Light on Jan 22, 2016 20:47:31 GMT
Vaqerro's shrill laugh echoes across the beach as the Bolton speaks, turning to face Auron once again. "Our Lord is pleased to see the dragon fall. Take his body back to Sunspear and we will use it to bring his siblings' end as well. If you fools try to stand in our way, we will listen to your squeals tonight as the fires of our Lord burn you alive and turn your heresy into ash. The only man of your foolish gods that took part in the battle has already taken his prize. This body belongs to R'hllor now."
High Priest of R'hllor:
Fighting: 6 (4b small blades)
Endurance: 5
Combat Defense: 16
Short Blade Fighter I-III.
Pious (+1d for praying to R'hllor earlier)
Only The Faithful: Add the total of all dice in Fighting (10) to the result of each combat roll when fighting heathens, heretics, and the enemies of R'hllor.
Weapon Mastery: +1 to this Weapon's base Damage [Firewyrm]
--Improved Weapon Mastery: +2 to this Weapon's base Damage [Firewyrm]
Heirloom: Firewyrm: Agil +0. +5 Base Damage, +1 to Agility. Piercing + 4. Fast. Vicious.
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Post by The Weirwood on Jan 22, 2016 22:32:55 GMT
"It was a northern kill priest." Dorran states from the sides. "Take your fire cunt elsewhere the body belongs to us.".
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Post by R'hllor, Lord of Light on Jan 22, 2016 22:55:19 GMT
Vaqerro spits to the side, pointing out into the ocean where Aegon's body has already sank. "Go swimming for it then, frostchild. Let us see if your little gods will stop you from drowning trying to drag it back up."
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Post by Prince Auron Nymeros Martell on Jan 23, 2016 0:19:36 GMT
Auron nodded to his men to collect the body, before looking at Dorran. His voice was slow, but measured. "Your vassal attempted to negotiate with the dragonlord. I trust that was his own volition. A man who invites his enemy to sup with him is a fool, but a king who parleys with a man who would make slaves of his people is himself no better than a common pimp."
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Post by King Artys V Arryn on Jan 23, 2016 0:32:23 GMT
First, they had killed the man he had sworn free passage, then he refused the Targaryen family the right to their heirloom, and now the Dornish bastard had called him not only a vassal (which after all these years he still had a hard time swallowing as his real conditions, but also a "common pimp". This had been the drop of ale that made the mug overflow, Artys tried to keep as diplomatically as possible, but when provoked over his limits, he was known for making quite... brash decisions.
"You seem to be looking for blood, aren't you, Prince Auron?" Once again he dismounted from his eagle, Artys had blood on his eyes this time, a fire that burned in a manner he had avoided for a long time. "I'd like to see if you bite as well as you bark; or are you only that bold behind your fancy archers?" He unsheathed his greatsword, not caring if he had an armor on.
"Get whatever the bloody weapon you use, and fight me like a real fucking man. One on one." He grabbed Auron by the collar with one of his large calloused hands.
Persuasion:4
Cunning:2
Will:4
*Naïve: Reroll 6s in all Deception tests; Opponents in Intrigues may add Cunning rank to all Deception test results
*Forgetful: Reroll 6s on all Cunning tests
*Intrigue Defense: 9
*Composure: 12
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Post by Prince Auron Nymeros Martell on Jan 23, 2016 1:07:43 GMT
Auron raised his hand, not to strike Artys, but to let his men know not to intervene. "I suggest you think carefully about your position. One monarch parleys with Aegon the Conqueror, then flees the battle. Another monarch charges headlong against Balerion himself, prepared to be burned alive. Afterwards, the first monarch slays the second in a fit of rage. Is that how you want House Arryn represented to the rest of Westeros? As a brash fool? As a traitor to his people? As a man without integrity or self-control? I don't doubt you could kill me, Artys Arryn, but how much do your value your honor and reputation? Take your hands off me and my earlier words die on this beach. But strike me down, and House Martell will insure that all throughout the South and Essos, people know that the Vale cannot be relied upon in politics, war, or trade. I may not kill you here, but know that I will destroy you from beyond the grave." (Intimidate Roll)
Persuasion 4 (Intimidate 4)
Intrigue Defense: 5 + 5 + 4 = 9
*Disturbing Habit: +1d on tests involving Intimidate; -1d on all Persuasion tests not involving Intimidate (Keeps a museum of past victims and enemies)
*Marked: Reroll 6s on all Persuasion tests
*Authority: Reduce Disposition penalties to Persuasion by 2
*Charismatic: +2 to all test results Requires Persuasion 3
*Famous: Bonus dice become test dice in all Persuasion tests; Subtract Status rank from all Stealth test results
*Lucky: Re-roll one test per day and keep best result
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Post by The Weirwood on Jan 23, 2016 2:21:27 GMT
Stark does intervene though, he casually walks between the two of them and throws them backwards with a force that most in the party would expect coming from Mortifer, not the lean man before them. "That is enough gentleman. Arryn, you are of the North now and it is expected that you act that part, We are better then such squabbles coming from the south." He glances at the Northern King.
"As for you Prince Martell, I am not the King and he is not my vassal, if you want to test my countrymen then you better have the nerve to back up what you say, I am available for a friendly spar if you value your life enough to keep it." He declares looking at the prince with a hint of venom in his eyes.
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Post by King Artys V Arryn on Jan 23, 2016 2:53:44 GMT
Artys let go of the man with a grunt, his eyes still burning, but slowly coming to his senses. Both were right, killing him now would stain himself and the Vale, but also would put the North in a dificcult diplomatic situation. Unlike the Magnar of Thenn, he actually had something to lose for acting boldly. Even if this arse was actually an arse, he could not risk the welfare of his people because of a simple attack on his pride.
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Post by Prince Auron Nymeros Martell on Jan 23, 2016 4:52:38 GMT
Auron looked at Durron and bowed his head. "Apologies. You have an air of authority befitting a monarch. I will hold my tongue henceforth, as it was a trifling matter, I am sure. I am, after all, a stranger to these shores."
Eagle hunting would shortly no doubt become a popular sport in Dorne.
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Post by The Weirwood on Jan 23, 2016 5:01:32 GMT
"As are we all." Dorran says. "We are here for a peace conference, until our rightful kings declare otherwise then we should try to act as such." He states again.
After a little while longer of them all deciding on what to do, whether attack each other or make camp both the High Septon and King Reed show up with plenty of guards and advisors that feel the need to attach themselves to each king. The High King Reed looks at the surrounding carnage and smiles fiendishly. "Did it take all of you to take out the dragon? Or are we all just sharing in it's glory?" He states looking at each of the nobles in turn. When his eyes reach the High Priest fire flashes into his eyes momentarily before gazing at Stark looking for reassurance.
Behind the High king rides up several skinny stick figure looking creatures riding unicorns. They have an air of regal grace about them that is unexplained but it is apparently obvious to the group that these might be the king's closest advisers from the Children of the Forest.
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Post by R'hllor, Lord of Light on Jan 24, 2016 13:05:38 GMT
As the Royal Septon rides onto the beach, Vaqerro and his men ride off back towards the camp, all smiles at their glorious leader. If the Royal Septon was described as a frail old bookworm in the North, the man adorned in golden armor bearing the symbols of the Seven on his chestplate definitely didn't match it. A well-built man in his late fourties, the Septon looked at those gathered before giving a warm smile. "I hope the peace is only growing stronger here, yes?"
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Post by King Artys V Arryn on Jan 25, 2016 21:18:45 GMT
"King Brandon!" Artys acknowledged the monarch with a brief nod while strapping his greatsword on his back. Fueled by a never settling pride, the King of the Vale hardly ever bothered calling Brandon "His grace" or "His Majesty", although it was obvious who in fact threw the dice in their partnership. Many years back, their agreement had been bendable enough to allow him such pet peeves; which he held tightly as the last remaining threads of a long lost sovereignty.
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Post by The Weirwood on Jan 26, 2016 23:53:38 GMT
The fact that the Red priest runs like a coward when the Royal Septon shows up is not lost on Dorran as he chuckles inwardly to himself.
King Brandon looks over at the gathered people before focusing on Arryn, "I should have known you would be here to meet our foe in the skies, such bravery King Arryn. Now who can tell me what the fuck actually happened here, to defeat Balerion the dread." HE says to the entire gathering pointing to the giant carcass of the dragon, as well as the Bolton men pulling the corpse of Aegon out of the water.
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Post by Prince Auron Nymeros Martell on Jan 27, 2016 10:34:20 GMT
True to his word, the Prince does not belittle the King of the Vale, though he may simply be distracted by watching his mentor flee. He returned to look at the Royal Septon. "Mortifer the Monstrous happened, Your Grace. His ancestors must have intermingled with giants and Others to breed such a specimen. I and my men charged the beast, filling it with arrows, but we can only lay claim to valor, not victory."
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Post by The Weirwood on Jan 28, 2016 0:53:11 GMT
"You and your men will be rewarded for your bravery in the matter." King Reed states, looking over to where Mortifer was, "I would reward him as well, but I think he'd eat whatever I gave him."
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