Campaign of the Month: December 2020

House Jasper

Hide and seek
The soldiers are coming.....

Now how to get this Lord to Stoney Sept… Dolins attempts to create a litter but Calaila needs to help him out by arranging this. I offer Robert milk of the poppy and we head off to the Sept! We call out to the men on the wall and announce we have Robert Barathean and to let us in. The gates are opened and we see a red headed larger man who introduces himself as Shamus. He is the steward of Stoney Sept and bring us into the town and down to the old Maester's quarters. I head into the building and find the most comfortable bed. Teddy and Dolins help me lay Robert down into that bed.

A week goes by of me treating Robert. Then, while sitting down with our group, Shamus bursts in and states a runner arrived and that the Targareans realized Robert is not with his army! They may be headed our way! I state that we should not move him as he has improved so much but he still has a long way to go. His ankle improved a good bit this week but is still tender. His other wounds need more time. Calaila and Teddy have heard around town that the town would want to hide Robert away within the town's limits.

After much deliberation, it was decided that Robert and I would hide in a house near the brothel so that the ladies of the night could assist in distracting if any soldiers seemed intent on entering the house. We could also see the bell tower from here and be alerted by which way the soldiers may be coming. Another week goe sby and Robert has greatly improved! His finger and arm have healed. The only injuries left are the two stomach wounds.

All of a sudden, the bells in the bell tower are ringing! The soldiers are here and are coming by land!!

Riddle me this...
... riddle me that

I had dozed off for a nap in the hall of less than a hundred hearths when I was startled awake by my Maester friend. He wanted to know if anyone wanted to go explore the castle with him. Feeling slightly more energized after my short rest, I agreed to go with him. Maybe I could discover some other comically misnomered rooms. No one else seemed keen on joining us so we set off for the third floor with cat in pocket. The third floor seemed dusty and devoid of people. Strangely though. noises and light were emanating from a door down the hall. The sounds didn’t seem violent in any way as we cautiously approached the door. It was already partially cracked open (or as some might say… ajar) so we gently pushed the door the rest of the way open and stepped into the room. There stood Brinda from the Shell fort. Before she could say anything, I cracked a joke so she knew we were not threatening. My humorous riddle did not seem to amuse her. My memory of our last encounter is hazy to say the least. Between my old age and the chaos of combat put me into a daze when we first met Brinda and she told us of her visions. Now she spoke again future visions. Some bad… our group surrounded by enemies. Some good… my name becoming well known across Westeros. Curious about her visions, Thaddeus and I questioned her about them. Wanting to know the certainty of these visions, wanting to know what we should do next. Still speaking mysteriously, Brinda said that she did not see “neither the stag nor the dragon will sit the Iron Throne.” Interesting… maybe the cat will sit the throne?!? Brinda also stated “that we must get inside the tomb.” After some time, I left Brinda with another riddle that seemed to stump her.

Lord Whent charged us with a quest to heal a sick young girl. The Whent’s could not be associated with healing her so that was why he chose us. At my own risk, I decided to enter the sick Sheera’s room. Admittedly my skill in healing is next to nothing, so it was more to provide any assistance the Maester might need. Plus you know what they say… laughter is the best medicine. After a few days, Sheera’s condition improved and our group moved on towards Stony Sept. While traveling, we spot a man laying on the side of the road with his horse near by. From a distance it appears that he might be taking a nap. However, his painful moans as we draw closer makes it apparent that he is badly wounded. Turns on that he is not just any old unfortunate traveler…. he is Robert Baratheon, the leader of the rebellion! What he happened to him? We must get him to a location where Thad can treat him. Surely my name will live on in stories if I’m a part of the group that saved the rebellion (e.g. Skywalker & Solo).

Good enough for me and my Bobby B
Lord better have some monay

Lady Alys has sent us to the Stony Sept to support the townspeople in preparing for the rebellion. 

On our way, we approached a clearly injured man. Initially I urged my companions to keep on riding, but the nosy do-gooders just HAVE to stop, and learn his name is "Robert". Realizing that Robert is Head of House Baratheon, I take the opportunity to make a good impression. "My Lord, it would be a privilege to carry you on my horse and ensure your comfort and safety." I ducked underneath his lumbering weight to support him in standing, and after seeing Dolins fail to effectively build a stretcher for Robert, I complete one successfully. Lord Baratheon hungrily consumes the milk of the poppy the maester gives him, and we carry on our way.

Robert Baratheon, the leader and face of the rebellion, should his cause be successful is on an upward track to status and fortune, and I have my sights set on Lord Baratheon taking me with him. This is my moment to seize!

We arrive at the Stony Sept, and I make sure that I am attentively and VISIBLY tending to every need of Lord Baratheon. A man named Seamus leads us to the empty maester's quarters, and Robert requests more wine, which I promptly hup to!

On our way to the market, Dolins notes my doting, and offers to support my cause to gain the attention of Lord Baratheon. I subtly express my gratitude for his kind words, and enter the General Store, attempting to blend in to the town. I explain to the shopkeep that I am seeking wine for none other than Lord Baratheon! He attempts to charge me 100 silver stags for the cask, but after reminding him that I will be sure that the leader of the rebellion will know of his generosity, he gifted the cask, and I rolled it back to the Maester's Keep with the help of friendly Dolins. 

After a week, Seamus returns with word that the Targaryean army has learned of Robert's location and are on their way to the Stony Sept! Dolins returns on his promise, and suggests that Robert spend the next few days with the handmaid to practice blending in as a servant, to which Lord Baratheon flirtatiously perks up at the prospect of my company. "Robert is loved at the Stony Sept, and if need be, the townspeople will assemble to his defense," I say to the group. We decide to hide Lord Baratheon in the home of townfolk near the brothel, with myself stationed at the door to convince any potential soldiers to keep moving. 

After a week, Teddy signals from the bell tower that the Targaryean army is arriving by land…

Ser Darron's Journal III

These have been trying times.

They've mostly been bad days since the Reach, but these have been the worst. 

My beloved horse has fallen. 

Poor Lollypop. She'd done so much for me and deserved better than this. Chopped down beneath me by those coward mountain men. I'll always remember her as an equal and I'll think of her every time I kill one of them.

The farmer is dead too. 

Carson… Ser… Carson. I never honestly thought he had the mettle for knighthood – seemed a little too greedy at times – but the chivalry he displayed in the pursuit of his family was a thing of lore. It shan't be forgotten.  I shall ask the Bard to write a song of these past days. About me and the farmer.

Worst of all: Jarden is gravely injured. 

And he won't! shut! up!! 
I've spent four days now plodding through this soaking heath back to castle Snownook and four days listening to Jarden's moaning! It almost makes a one wish he had died under his flabby rounsey. It'll be another two days of moaning at least – though Edric assures me three. Who knows what this kind of damage this torment can do to a man's mind.

I do look forward to our return, however. When the castlefolk hear about our decisive victory against this encampment of savages, and my immaculate rescue of the farmer's family, they will surely rejoice! How could there not be a feast in our honor and Carson's memory? We slayed a score of wildmen and dispatched another dozen. This just shows the valor possessed by the men of Snownook. An the favor bestowed upon us by the seven.

Though I am concerned about the coming war, one can spare a day or two for song and wine! Maybe even a third and fourth day for women! Ho ho ho!

Don't piss off the lady with the poisons....
The tale of the bard and maester continues...

The great Lordling Teddy goes off to talk with Lord Whent for a while as we are all in the hall of 35 actual hearths. As I am standing there bored, I think about what I can do for the time they are squirreled away chatting. I turn to my bud Dolins and say, hey, lets go check out the decrepit 3rd floor as Calaila is tending to our lady. He agrees! Huzzah! Something to do!

We trek up and on the 2nd floor of the ghost tower, I notice it is getting colder and more dusty. On the 3rd floor, we start hearing noises from the room at the end of the hall… We creep up and push the door open. And in the room is creepy Brinda! Dolins and his quick whit gives her a riddle that she does not understand. Guliver peeks out of my pocket but then burrows back in, away from the creepy lady. I for some reason feel Guliver may be in danger… So I make sure to secure the button of the pocket… Lest someone try to SELL MY CAT!

Anyways. We chat with Brinda who tells me that in the future she sees me and my friends hiding… From what, she does not say. I have her look at the shield and she says that the night must refer to the long night and the children are the children of the forest. So Tothmere must be correct. Brinda also says that the children are beyond the wall.

Wise Dolins asks her if her visions are certain or if they can be changed. She says they can change but it is hard to do. She also states that neither the stag nor the dragon will gain the throne in the rebellion. She reiterates how we must get inside the tomb.

We leave the castle and head to tend to a sick girl, Sheera. I hear she may have consumption. I ready myself to enter the room alone but brave Dolins comes with me! How nice he is to me. Sheera definitely has consumption… I feel a bit of it coming on as well… I treat her with a fungus I know to help as well as some bark tea to soothe her sore throat. We wait a few days and Sheera keeps improving! I was under the weather for a day but then bounced right back. Guliver sure has improved my spirits and health!

Lady Elyse states we must get going. I then notice Teddy looking longingly at Sheera… HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?? That wench. Ah well. Teddy seems completely uninterested in me. He also keeps throwing dangerous looks at Guliver… Maybe he isn't the man I thought he was. I will have to weigh my affections of this spiteful man…. We ready to head to Stoney Sept, the town is overrun as there are no military to keep order. And we head on the road!

We are traveling for many days when we happen upon a traveler on the ground. We notice he has a warhorse and I can hear him moaning from pain. I hear Calaila behind me whispering that we should just keep going, but that is not a maester's way. I must help those who I can! I dismount and head over to him. It appears that he may have several broken bones and cuts, part of an arrow is in his arm. I ask him his name. He states he is Robert Baratheon…. I have a moment of sleepy forgetfulness and then Teddy reminds me he is the head of our rebellion! How could I have forgotten! We gather him up and move him so I can help treat his wounds.

I've got 99 problems...
.... but a hearth ain't one

Bronn had made it to Harrenhal before we did. He brought the news of Orville's death along with Orville's murderer. Lord Whent had rewarded Bronn with some gold in exchange for Maggie's head on a pike. That's fine by me. Justice was served and Bronn had mentioned in the inn that he needed money. Bronn departed and we were left to settle into the massive castle. Lord Whent was mourning alone and not taking audience with any one quite yet. I too know the loss of a son and shall not pressure him to meet with us if he is not ready. We ate in a grand room presented to us as "The hall of a hundred hearths". Being an eternal skeptic, I only counted 35 hearths. BAH, still impressive, just don't make it out to be something it's not. Oh well, you know how nobles like to over-represent the size of their "castles". We ate a hearty meal and I went off to practice my logic by playing a game of cyvasse against anyone I could find. I happened to bump into House Whent's Maester, Tothmire. He was worried I wanted to play for money but I told him I simply wanted to challenge my whits against a wise mind. While we playing, Tothmire mentioned how Lord Whent was worried about his brother serving in the King's Guard and his fate if a war were to break out. I revealed some of my distrust of the spiritual world to him and to Thad listening in the background. My friend pressed me to reveal more, but I said that is a sad story for another time.

About a month had passed living comfortably as guests in Harronhal and finally Lord Whent called to meet us….

Let me live, Lady!
maybe if I just tell you everyone I know is dead, you'll leave me alone....

After a month at Herronhall, Lord Walter finally shared that he's ready to discuss the politics of the times. As I'm tending to Lady Alys, she unexpectedly asked me about my past. After fumbling about for a moment, and tried to convince her that my lowly past carries little interest to a wise and beautiful lady as herself. Her warmth surprised me, and pressed further about my born family, to which I lied (to the best of my knowledge-who knows what's happened to those fools), and responded that my family is dead.  Lady Alys empathized with my story, stated that her family was murdered by the Mad King Targaryan. Alys believes that she too would've been murdered had she not been hidden away so well in the Fingers, and that he must've forgotten about her. 

Our group has been sent to the Stony Sept, and after many days, we've landed in the Salt Pans, and stumbled across a gravely injured Robert.

Well hello there Guliver

As we walked through the gates, we saw Bronn across the way. How did he beat us here?? He stated he brought Lord Wheynt the news of his son and was rewarded. He pointed to Maggie's head on a pike… I suppose that was her reward… Bronn then heads in to get his horse ready to leave. 

At this time, a measter walks out of the front hall. He introduces himself as Maester Tothmire. He seems to be an odd sort of man, but very friendly. He states the lord is very depressed and will not see anyone. He does invite us to stay in the bottom 3 floors of the castle, the top floors are falling apart apparently. He brings us to the hall of 100 hearths, although Dolins notices that there are just 35.  How astute my friend is! That makes me question the names of all of these rooms…

We eat a quick meal, and I head out to walk towards the stable. I see Bronn finally leaving and he states that our paths will cross again soon… Not sure what that means! But on I go into the stable. I rustle around a bit and find the most beautiful kitten!! With this I feel a slight burning of destiny…. But ah well. This maester had too much destiny.

I bring my little kitten into the hall to show my friends! Calaila and Teddy scoff at me. There will be no cute kitten time for those two assholes! Dolins of course understands right away and loves on the adorable orange striped kitten. I will name him Guliver! And he is just the cleverest, cutest little kitten. He sleeps in my robe pockets while I head on off to the library to work on these runes! Before I left the hall, Teddy handed me a wax seal he had found with a dragon on it. I slip this into a pocket and bring it with me.

The first day of research, I don't find much on the runes. I do realize that I know this wax seal. It is most likely from house Heddle, which I remember were a house of knights but they lost most of their wealth and now are mostly inn-keeps. While I am studying, Dolins comes in, gives Guliver some pets, then plays a game with the maester. I overhear him talking about how he thinks he is cursed and hates anything mystical. The Maester also states that Lord Whent is worried about his brother who is in the King's Guard and feels torn between the two sides forming.

On my second day of research, I figure out the runes! It states: By the grace of the gods this shield will protect the bronze kings from the night and from the children until the end of time. I know that the bronze kings are house Royce who were minor kings of the first men, back when House Jasper started. But the rest, I am unsure. I ask Maester TOthmire and he states taht the night stands for the winter and the undead. He does state that I should talk to Maniyn the Mage at the Citadel if I get a chance as he may help me discover if this shield has any special powers beyond being generally badass.

We later see Lord Wheynt after some time and he states he is very conflicted about the war brewing as he is sworn to the Tullys and our side, but his brother is on the otherside and he could not battle against him.

My Poor Deston
Iron for Iron, Blood for Blood

My poor, poor boy. My sweet Deston. No words can express the anguish of losing your first born. Who could be so cruel as to kill a child? I never should have left or stayed away for such foolish things. Greed is the folly of all men, even me…

Rhaella said it appeared to be the work of mountain clansmen, and that they left tracks to be followed. I care not for the foolish rebellion brewing around me, but I must have revenge. I now have a task more important than current events. Lord Jasper, blind as he is, could at least could see this and gave me leave to do what was needed.

I will kill the clansmen to the last for what they have done. It is lucky I now have a private army at my disposal, for I plan to lay waste to any town or village of clansmen I find. My moto, and that of my house has been made; Iron for Iron, Blood for Blood.

Samwell thinks he knows better than me.....
...perhaps I'll show him what it's like to have one eye...

After now-Ser Carsen's great devilish and persuasive tactics, luckily we didn't have to send our guerilla fighters into battle. I was itching for the fight to exercise my command hand hand but luckily we did not have have engage in such an interaction with the mercenaries. I am still not really sure why Ser Darren found it necessary to knight Carsen, or if it was deserved, but perhaps it will help House Jasper, which is struggling at best.

Especially with having to be gone so much, and being ordered to leave the garrison in the hands of Samwell has apparently only added to this struggle. Before leaving to help Carsen on his act of vengeance, Lord Ronnal let me know that Samwell has been trying to take command of the troops from underneath my nose, and trying to pit the troops against me. This won't go unpunished. For now I will let him think he is still in charge and has the upper hand, and then at the first sign of his disrespect, I'll show him who the boss really is. Fucking old bastard…….

Anyways, on to the task at hand. These fucking mountainmen. Annoying as all hell and no reciprocity what so ever. A child, A FUCKING CHILD! We'll show them. I may have had disdain for Carsen in the past, but that will have to take a backseat considering his current situation. I will fight to the death to help him avenge his son.