A Fiasco of Ice and Fire - Revision history

Dave at 19:21, 4 October 2015

2015-10-04T19:21:21Z

Dave: /* Aftermath */

2014-12-02T15:14:11Z

‎Aftermath

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2014-12-01T16:01:27Z

‎Aftermath

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2014-11-27T13:51:55Z

‎Aftermath

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2014-11-27T13:51:09Z

‎Aftermath

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2014-11-26T14:43:41Z

‎Aftermath

Dave: /* Act II Scene 6 */

2014-11-24T21:40:42Z

‎Act II Scene 6

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2014-11-24T21:09:50Z

‎Act II Scene 6

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2014-11-24T21:09:18Z

‎Act II Scene 6

Dave at 18:00, 24 November 2014

2014-11-24T18:00:07Z

← Older revision		Revision as of 19:21, 4 October 2015
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	{{bd6}} This is Erich, the scars of torture visible under his tattered cloak, as he sits crouched and weeping openly near a worn stone burial marker of the Mother, and three new cairns of rock, each marked with a crudely handcarved and wind-worn wooden Mother as well.		{{bd6}} This is Erich, the scars of torture visible under his tattered cloak, as he sits crouched and weeping openly near a worn stone burial marker of the Mother, and three new cairns of rock, each marked with a crudely handcarved and wind-worn wooden Mother as well.
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		+	[[Category: Campaigns]]
		+	[[Category: Fiasco]]
		+	[[Category: A Song of Ice and Fire]]

← Older revision		Revision as of 15:14, 2 December 2014
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	{{bd6}} This is the furious Lord Balon Tawney at the prow of his flagship ''Maerys'', sailing to Blacktyde at the head of an armada flying not only the Tawney scourge of nettles but also House Sparr's yellow X and standards from a handful of other noble Ironborn houses.		{{bd6}} This is the furious Lord Balon Tawney at the prow of his flagship ''Maerys'', sailing to Blacktyde at the head of an armada flying not only the Tawney scourge of nettles but also House Sparr's yellow X and standards from a handful of other noble Ironborn houses.
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		+	{{wd6}} This is Erich, his face clean-shaven and smiling for the first time in more than a year, as he courts a lesser noblewoman, fair and beautiful, from one of the Blacktyde islands.
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		+	{{bd6}} This is Slandi, in a ship wrecked just north of Lannisport, struggling onwards as the crew lies mostly dead in the wreckage.
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		+	{{bd6}} This is the stone marker of Maerys' grave, standing askew and ignored while weeds choke her final resting place; in the distance children play near Erich, who has almost forgotten Maerys's very name.
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		+	{{wd6}} This is Erich, holding his newborn son, wracking sobs of relief echoing in the bedchamber as he sees that his child has been blessed by the Mother and is free from the rot of greyscale.
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		+	{{bd6}} This is Slandi, destitute and starving in the Lannisport streets, crumpled over a makeshift shrine to The Stranger, clinging to life.
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		+	{{bd6}} This is Erich, the scars of torture visible under his tattered cloak, as he sits crouched and weeping openly near a worn stone burial marker of the Mother, and three new cairns of rock, each marked with a crudely handcarved and wind-worn wooden Mother as well.

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	{{wd6}} This is Erich, greyed with stubble, smiling before breaking into laughter out of sheer relief, as he reads the raven telling of news of Lord Sparr's death during a raid on some crannogmen villages.		{{wd6}} This is Erich, greyed with stubble, smiling before breaking into laughter out of sheer relief, as he reads the raven telling of news of Lord Sparr's death during a raid on some crannogmen villages.
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		+	{{wd6}} This is Slandi, discreetly leaving the feast through a side door.
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		+	{{wd6}} This is Maerys, falling backward into Erich's arms. She raises a bloodstained hand from her pregnant, bleeding belly to Erich's face and whispers, "This child was yours."
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		+	{{bd6}} This is Erich, grey hair now formed into a short clipped beard, standing over a grey stone statue of the Mother marking a grave on a cliffside. The spray whipping from the ocean wets his face, wrinkled in sorrow and regret.
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		+	{{wd6}} This is Slandi, boarding a ship to the North of Westeros.
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		+	{{bd6}} This is the furious Lord Balon Tawney at the prow of his flagship ''Maerys'', sailing to Blacktyde at the head of an armada flying not only the Tawney scourge of nettles but also House Sparr's yellow X and standards from a handful of other noble Ironborn houses.

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	: ''White Three: Grim. The stress and trauma from your little adventure are going to haunt you forever - bits of your soul are destroyed and you are missing a piece or two. In a few years children are going to cry when you get too close. All your plans have ended in complete ruin.''		: ''White Three: Grim. The stress and trauma from your little adventure are going to haunt you forever - bits of your soul are destroyed and you are missing a piece or two. In a few years children are going to cry when you get too close. All your plans have ended in complete ruin.''

−	: {{wd6}} This is Erich, greyed with stubble, smiling before breaking into laughter out of sheer relief, as he reads the raven telling of news of Lord Sparr's death during a raid on some crannogmen villages.	+	{{wd6}} This is Erich, greyed with stubble, smiling before breaking into laughter out of sheer relief, as he reads the raven telling of news of Lord Sparr's death during a raid on some crannogmen villages.

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 : '' '''Andrew:''' Yeah, it's looking pretty bad for me, too, let's see... {{bd6|3}}{{bd6|6}}{{wd6|2}}{{wd6|6}} '''Black 1''' as well!''
 : ''To reiterate from the Aftermath: "Horrible. You are probably dead. Other people, probably innocent people, are as well. There is no justice, there is no mercy, everything is utterly, painfully screwed and it is all - all of it - your fault."''
-: '' '''Austin:''' And I've got {{wd6|1}}{{wd6|3}}{{bd6|2}}{{bd6|5}}{{wd6|6}} So I think my final tally would be '''White 3''' in that case:
+: '' '''Austin:''' And I've got {{wd6|1}}{{wd6|3}}{{bd6|2}}{{bd6|5}}{{wd6|6}} So I think my final tally would be '''White 3''':
 : ''White Three: Grim. The stress and trauma from your little adventure are going to haunt you forever - bits of your soul are destroyed and you are missing a piece or two. In a few years children are going to cry when you get too close. All your plans have ended in complete ruin.''

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 : '''Austin:''' {{wd6}}{{wd6}}{{bd6}}{{bd6}}{{wd6}}
-: '' '''David:''' Let's do this! I roll... Wow! I roll {{bd6|6}}{{bd6|1}}{{wd6|6}}, for black 1. Maerys is not looking good here!''
+: '' '''David:''' Let's do this! I roll... Wow! I roll {{bd6|6}}{{bd6|1}}{{wd6|6}}, for '''black 1'''. Maerys is not looking good here!''
-: '' '''Andrew:''' Yeah, it's looking pretty bad for me, too, let's see... {{bd6|3}}{{bd6|6}}{{wd6|2}}{{wd6|6}} Black 1 as well!''
+: '' '''Andrew:''' Yeah, it's looking pretty bad for me, too, let's see... {{bd6|3}}{{bd6|6}}{{wd6|2}}{{wd6|6}} '''Black 1''' as well!''
 : ''To reiterate from the Aftermath: "Horrible. You are probably dead. Other people, probably innocent people, are as well. There is no justice, there is no mercy, everything is utterly, painfully screwed and it is all - all of it - your fault."''

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	: '' '''Austin:''' And with that, I will gladly take a {{bd6}}, as Erich both had the scene go terribly for him, as well as basically run dry of other options without knowing it yet.''		: '' '''Austin:''' And with that, I will gladly take a {{bd6}}, as Erich both had the scene go terribly for him, as well as basically run dry of other options without knowing it yet.''
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		+	== Aftermath ==
		+	: '''David:''' {{bd6}}{{wd6}}{{bd6}}
		+	: '''Andrew:''' {{wd6}}{{bd6}}{{bd6}}{{wd6}}
		+	: '''Austin:''' {{wd6}}{{wd6}}{{bd6}}{{bd6}}{{wd6}}
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		+	: '' '''David:''' Let's do this! I roll... Wow! I roll {{bd6\|6}}{{bd6\|1}}{{wd6\|6}}, for black 1. Maerys is not looking good here!''
		+	: '' '''Andrew:''' Yeah, it's looking pretty bad for me, too, let's see... {{bd6\|3}}{{bd6\|6}}{{wd6\|2}}{{wd6\|6}} Black 1 as well!''
		+	: ''To reiterate from the Aftermath: "Horrible. You are probably dead. Other people, probably innocent people, are as well. There is no justice, there is no mercy, everything is utterly, painfully screwed and it is all - all of it - your fault."''

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	''Whelp saved us the trouble of killing it at least, he muses, before looking to Maerys's form as she leaves the hallway, still coughing in disgust. Well, perchance I'll be able to give her a tumble at least and keep Slandi from butchering whatever legacy I have remaining.''		''Whelp saved us the trouble of killing it at least, he muses, before looking to Maerys's form as she leaves the hallway, still coughing in disgust. Well, perchance I'll be able to give her a tumble at least and keep Slandi from butchering whatever legacy I have remaining.''

−	: '' '''Austin:''' And with that, I will gladly take a 6, as Erich both had the scene go terribly for him, as well as basically run dry of other options without knowing it yet.''	+	: '' '''Austin:''' And with that, I will gladly take a {{bd6}}, as Erich both had the scene go terribly for him, as well as basically run dry of other options without knowing it yet.''

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	He rushed forward, shoving Erich back towards the stairs. "GO DIE IN THE HOVEL YOU CAME FROM!"		He rushed forward, shoving Erich back towards the stairs. "GO DIE IN THE HOVEL YOU CAME FROM!"
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		+	Erich stumbled backwards, losing his footing for a gut-wrenching moment before managing to catch himself on a torch sconce. Doing so however has brought his lambskin gloves into full view of Sparr, and he strides to level with Erich, drawing his sword and levelling it at his gut.
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		+	The guards frantically point their spears towards him, but he doesn't even glance towards them, and they hesitate to attack should Sparr slay Erich in turn. Maerys lets out a small strangled cry of alarm, and Sparr turns momentarily to yell at her "I WILL HAVE SILENCE OR I WILL HAVE YOU BLEEDING." She cuts off her crying, shoulders still shaking with the quieted wracking coughs.
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		+	Sparr leans forward towards Erich, the tip of his blade drifting from his throat to the glove holding the sconce. In a threateningly quiet voice, he says "Well, looks like not everyone here is privy to your...affliction, you son of a bitch. Take off your glove. Now."
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		+	His eyes darting between Sparr and Maerys, Erich slowly releases the sconce as he unsteadily gets to his feet. Removing the left glove is difficult with the clumsiness of his other hand, and Maerys gives Sparr and Erich both a confused look.
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		+	Her look becomes that of abject horror and revulsion, as the other glove comes off to reveal a grey hand, fingers flaking like poor masonry and stiff to the point of nearly being immobile. The middle finger is missing after the first knuckle, a mark of a failed attempt to cut off the Greyscale before it spread.
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		+	Erich waved his hand at Maerys with a weak smile, but flinched as she turned to retch and cough against the far wall. Sparr merely regarded it coolly, taking a measured half-step away from Erich, while the two guards who had been covering Sparr leapt back as if stung, one of them holding their hand over their face as if to avoid any malign vapors coming from the infected hand.
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		+	Then, an unearthly and unnatural sound began booming throughout the hall; Sparr, chuckling, and then laughing as he sheathed his sword. "Blacktyde, I had every right and desire to gut you like a damned Tully trout. But now? Now I'll let you slowly suffer your own death and damnation if cowardice does not cause you to slit your throat first."
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		+	He turns, and strides out of the hallway. Behind him, the cries of the infant in the background had been getting higher pitched and more insistent, but peter out in a series of unhealthy gurgles before a cold silence falls over the hall, the crashing of the waves outside the only sounds before the maester clears his throat.
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		+	"Erm, Lord Blacktyde, sir. The child...the child has died, sir, likely from the disease, and the saltwife expired from the labor. What should we-"
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		+	Erich cut him off with a wave of his diseased hand, causing Saltburn to step back before the lambskin glove returned. "Dispose of the bodies, weighed down in irons so no-one sees or questions them but the Drowned God and his fishes."
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		+	''Whelp saved us the trouble of killing it at least, he muses, before looking to Maerys's form as she leaves the hallway, still coughing in disgust. Well, perchance I'll be able to give her a tumble at least and keep Slandi from butchering whatever legacy I have remaining.''
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		+	: '' '''Austin:''' And with that, I will gladly take a 6, as Erich both had the scene go terribly for him, as well as basically run dry of other options without knowing it yet.''

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	He rushed forward, shoving Erich back towards the stairs. "GO DIE IN THE HOVEL YOU CAME FROM!"		He rushed forward, shoving Erich back towards the stairs. "GO DIE IN THE HOVEL YOU CAME FROM!"
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−	~~=== Act II Scene 6 ===~~
−	~~: Current dice pool: {{wd6}}~~
−	~~: '''David:''' {{bd6}}{{wd6}}{{bd6}}~~
−	~~: '''Andrew:''' {{wd6}}{{bd6}}{{bd6}}{{wd6}}~~
−	~~: '''Austin:''' {{wd6}}{{wd6}}{{bd6}}{{bd6}}~~