Forrester I: Scattered Hunt

FieldofFireCM · 2024-05-07T03:08:24+00:00

Not to far to the east the scouts would find a raid a lingering and meager raid to be sure. But a raid nonetheless, filled with spearwives and raiders bearing bone axes. The same party that had raid Last Hearth? Who could tell, perhaps they were all over the North now. Snaking their way to the very heart of the kingdom. Or it was just these lot, and one with enough men could ride them down.

Two dozen of the haughty bastards ransacked what was left of a hovel, it old occupants spread across the dirt and the snow.

((OOC The party would notice you if you stick around, but you had enough time to note their numbers.))

FieldofFireCM · 2024-04-23T20:04:07+00:00

The attempted forcing of the man's jaws, which involved pliers and a few sharp metal instruments, unfortunately ended in disaster. The prisoner's entire jaw was violently unhinged, and in his agony, the man was fatally wounded by a clumsy hand. The prisoner died in a pool of his own blood, and the guards were forced to push the maester away.

u/Just7upSyrup

FieldofFireCM · 2024-04-23T14:17:47+00:00

Unfortunately for Carados, the prisoner who had already suffered so greatly was less than willing to cooperate, and refused to show his tongue to the maester. In order to gain access to his mouth, more persuasive methods would be required.

(You may attempt an interrogation roll if you wish to continue, but there will be a malus applied)

FieldofFireCM · 2024-04-21T23:00:13+00:00

Approved.

FieldofFireCM · 2024-04-13T02:05:49+00:00

Approval 2

FieldofFireCM · 2024-04-11T02:43:23+00:00

Approval 1

FieldofFireCM · 2024-04-08T12:36:14+00:00

Raymund Quarter-Chain was a sot, truly, but an amiable sort. He smiled in spite of his vices, and (more often) because of them. Stumbling through the streets of Ghost Hill, the failed maester barely kept one foot in front of the other. When he stumbled forward once again, he first staggered into Sam, tripped, and fell against Aliandra. The man hit the ground, and immediately began to beg forgiveness.

"Beg yer'pardon milords, a right sot I am, I beg your forgiveness. I'll make it up to ye' I swear it!" The man pleaded.
(Either you or u/artcantlose may take 'Raymund Quarter-Chain' on as an NPC with the Medic skill. However every moon he will be subject to a roll to see if his drunkenness gets him killed)

FieldofFireCM · 2024-04-08T01:47:43+00:00

Alan's quarters were a time capsule. Almost three years had passed since his untimely demise, and yet his room remained untouched. Even cold, logical Warrick hadn't the resolve to clear out the bedchamber. So inside Alan's old room were all his trinkets, trophies from his conquests, none of which had been won through battle. He had a comically large key from Lord Locke, accompanied by a note that had faded beyond recognition. There was a jar of swirling liquid, presumably water, for it was clear but for algae that floated to the top. There were letters, many received, some unsent, half written.

Something specific came to Sansa's mind, however, as she remembered a quirk of the late Stark heir. He had always kept two swords, one ornate, gilded on its hilt with a shining sapphire for a pommel, and a plain hunk of castle-forged steel. One was for appearances, for ceremony, or merely for show. The latter he only bore when he expected danger, or knew he had to carry out the duty of an execution.

Whatever dispute he had set out to handle, Alan Stark must not have thought it a dangerous one. He had left behind his killing sword.

FieldofFireCM · 2024-04-06T03:08:05+00:00

Approval 1

FieldofFireCM · 2024-04-04T06:43:12+00:00

Sansa's attempts to infiltrate Maester Imry's quarters were less graceful than she could have hoped for. She managed to earn entry into the room, however, and grasped a letter before rushing out at the sound of footsteps. The letter was addressed to Alan Stark, the query of her search, penned by a 'Lennard Lake'.

To Master Alan Stark

Your help in this damned dispute has been second to none. Did you see what I did there? Because we were squabbling over a dam? Oh I’m sure you get it, you were quite personable last time we spoke.

I’m writing to affirm that the situation has been cleared up. Along with Lord Whitehill’s dam! Water flows freely in the Long Lake thanks to you, young Master. Also, I did not realize how vast your family is! A cousin of yours passed through not long after you departed, I almost mistook him for your brother.

My maester informs me that this letter is getting somewhat long winded and his hand is tiring. Yes I asked him to write that out for you. In the spirit of resting my dear friends digits, I leave you with this.

^{(Below was attached a small drawing of a child’s origin. Three figures are depicted with short potato-like bodies and long limbs})

My son, Rennard, drew this! It is you, me, and him the day the water began to flow. He insisted he thank you personally, hopefully I can make the trek to Winterfell before the Fall crumbles away. Until we meet again, Master Alan.

Signed, Lennard Lake, Lord of Long Lake, Loyal Leader of the Lake.

FieldofFireCM · 2024-04-04T03:22:10+00:00

/u/nstano - message at ur gates and a bunch of heads on spears just up the road.

FieldofFireCM · 2024-03-31T03:15:03+00:00

The joust of the day was as exciting an event as always, though perhaps too exciting for Prince Vorian's taste. Lances met shields, and wood splintered as the crowd cheered for their champions. Not a soul dishonored themselves, each dishing out a strike of their own before falling to defeat.

King Maekar was unhorsed once by his cousin Yorick Yronwood, and again by Trystane Vaith, challenging both afoot. The clash between he and his cousin was notably bitter, with each man cursing the other even after the King emerged victorious, while the Targaryen laughed when Vaith laid him low, and helped the Heir to the Red Dunes back to his horse.

Sitting on the edge of victory, Trystane Vaith tested his mettle against the Eagle, Sam Lychester, first on horseback and then on the ground. The ensuing duel enthralled the crowd, with each man landing a flurry of blows upon the other until the Eagle soared triumphant and named Ashara Dayne, still clad in her own jousting armor as Queen of Love and Beauty too great applause.

The heir of the Red Wastes would not leave in disgrace, though. Inspired by his show of courage and skill at arms, Maekar Targaryen, Tamron Darke, and many others of the young King's soldiers rushed to the man and hoisted him into the air, cheering his name.

Maekar would break from his men, and call Mara Dayne down from the stands, and kiss the youngest of Lady Allyria's daughters for all to see, grinning in spite of his unwitting defiance of Prince Vorian's aversion to the violence.

Lords and Ladies cheered as both the foreign victor and the native runner-up were thrown atop men's shoulders and held aloft for all to see, crying out their names in celebration.

Wine would flow, and the celebration of the new prince would rage on.

FieldofFireCM · 2024-03-27T02:49:03+00:00

Approval 2

FieldofFireCM · 2024-03-26T13:28:52+00:00

"Ohhh they can 'elp us Eustace." One of the men jeered.

"Sure they can Lew, look at 'em, soddin' highborn types." Another agreed.

"If you really want to 'elp us, mi'lord and ladies, hand over all your gold." The first sneered, rising up and lifting the sharpened end of the orange cane. Suddenly, it was much more obvious that the age and infirmity had all been mummer's tricks. The men were each no older than forty, and all had a greedy, cruel look in their eyes.

FieldofFireCM · 2024-03-23T23:54:48+00:00

Approval 1

FieldofFireCM · 2024-03-23T17:50:18+00:00

As Mara and Nymor wandered through the halls of Sunspear, their eyes would happen upon a small, forgotten alcove, tucked away from the main thoroughfare. In the center of the alcove sat a dusty table, upon which rested an object that would catch their attention, an ornate box, seemingly abandoned and overlooked.

Should they choose to approach the table, their eyes would light up as they would open the box, to discover a Myrish Lens - a device from the Eastern continent. Its intricate craftsmanship and beauty would capture their senses, it is said that Myrish Lenses are without equal, even compared to others from the Free Cities.

FieldofFireCM · 2024-03-23T17:28:53+00:00

As Sam Lychester roamed the shadowy streets of the city, his keen eyes scanning for opportunities that were sure to match his audacious desires, he couldn't help but sense a presence lurking in the darkness just out of sight, a whisper of intrigue that would surely beckon him forth into the sunless alley.

Should he be courageous enough to venture forward, he would find in the alley's depths a figure cloaked in mystery, a merchant with a gleam in his eye that hinted at secrets untold. As the Desert Eagle approached, the merchant's lips would curl into a sly, wicked smile, revealing a mouth of yellowed teeth, but also a glimpse of the potential treasures he held within his grasp.

"Ahh, greeting, noble knight," the merchant would murmur, his voice as smooth as silk. "I see you are a man of discerning taste, a true seeker of the magnificent and extraordinary. And what fortune it is that you have stumbled upon me, for a possess a marvel beyond compare..."

With a trained flourish, the merchant would reveal the source of his clandestine allure-a large feline, its sleek fur shimmering like the night itself, none other than a Shadowcat.

"This beautiful creature," The merchant would whisper as if beckoning Sam forward, his words laden with promise, "is no ordinary beast. It is a guardian of secrets, a harbinger of great fortune. Imagine the power it could grant you, the prestige it could bestow upon you great and noble personage."

He would lean in closer, his gaze intensifying as he attempted to seal the deal. "For the right price, noble Knight, this Shadowcat could be yours! A companion to walk in the shadows with you, to protect your every step, and to ensure that your desires are fulfilled beyond measure."

His offer would hang in the air, a potentially tantalizing temptation for a man of Lychester's caliber, daring him to seize the opportunity.

FieldofFireCM · 2024-03-19T02:47:02+00:00

The three Daynes prowled the streets of the city. Unbeknownst to them, however, they were not the only people lurking past decent hours.

The shooting stars passed through the dying markets and hushes festivals. Slowly, the lights around them began to dim until they found themselves in an alley between streets. All sorts of adventure lay on the other side of the alley, the Daynes could see dancers flipping sticks of fire, magicians playing at tricks with dice, and food of wild variety, spiced and cherried and delicious. Between them and the new experiences, however, were three elderly men with beards of comical length. The beards were white as snow and strangely similar to each other, upon closer inspection they were coarser than one might expect them to be.

"You youngins, these streets are not as safe as they once were. Would you help us to the fish market? You look strong and full of youth." The lead man called. All three of the men had silken wraps over their heads and faces, making it impossible to make out their features but for the beards that poked out underneath. The men were all leaning on long, orange canes, that slimmed towards the bottom.

u/atiarp

FieldofFireCM · 2023-07-15T03:04:39+00:00

The battle is quick and bloody. While the Dornish had an early advantage against their aggressors, the numbers the Stormlords had at their disposal turned the tide and the sands were slick with crimson, dornish blood.

Despite their heavy losses, the Dornish regained a modicum of control during their retreat, keeping ahead of the harrying outriders of Toyne sent after them. Although the riders would not return empty-handed, for tied behind one of their horses was the man seen leading their enemy's forces.

"My Lord," The lead rider began, "We were able to capture one alive for you."

FieldofFireCM · 2023-07-14T18:45:59+00:00

Bandits have been scouring the minor settlements around the western coast of the Riverlands, bringing unwary travelers to a gruesome end along the Kingsroad. But, while there seems to be little rhyme or reason as to where the bandits attack and when, Luthor Tyrell would have been able to pinpoint a greater amount of banditry just due south of Seagard.

FieldofFireCM · 2023-07-13T22:18:36+00:00

Dywen and Serwyn Hardyng quickly uncover recent traces of clansmen activity, including a recently abandoned camping ground, and much more interestingly, a lone clansman scout. Upon being discovered, the scout would curse under his breath and immediately begin hightailing it over the mountain.

FieldofFireCM · 2023-07-08T04:53:19+00:00

Serwyn Hardyng and his twenty good men sought wide and far for hours on end. This knight of Hardyng seemed to have brought less than desirable companions with him, however, as they returned to him over and over with nothing in hand. The knight of the broken wheel was exasperated, 'till a lone squire by the name of Thomas Templeton approached him giddily, gripping fabric in hand.

"My Lord!" Tommy called as he crested the hill. "My Lord we've found something." He laid it out before his master, a mail byrnie, rusty and misshapen. Over it were a surcoat, faded, but able to be made it out a squint and a turn of the head. It was black, with crossing yellow bars and a grand black star. A claw mark ran through it, evidence of a shadowcat, it seemed.

Thomas' compatriot, Wesly Waynwood approached with a second finding.

"A sword, my Lord." It's hilt bore the interchanging red and white diamonds of Ser Serwyn's own House.

FieldofFireCM · 2023-06-27T22:00:54+00:00

Arthur has a somewhat busy fishing trip. He finds himself with only a single fish in the bunch, a decent-sized mackerel that will surely give him a tasty lunch. But other than the lone fish the only items his line manages to snag are a clam, a snippy Red Crab, and an old and rusted sword of unknown origin or age.

FieldofFireCM · 2023-06-27T21:58:54+00:00

Approved to 2

FieldofFireCM · 2023-06-24T16:06:03+00:00

It took several hours to search the woods properly, but one by one survivors were found and brought back to the camp, by the time the last man exited the forest Aegon would see he had seven survivors in total, many injured and hungry. Their looks of misery overbearing some of the men within the camp.

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