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>Do you have any friends you could summon once you're on the surface again?

>can you harvest energy off of the souls to help you get out of here faster?

You can pretty much summon whoever you want or know here, but they are all mostly lame demons that follow the orders of the Baron and the triad of cultmasters. They aren't that fun to stay around.

You can syphon some souls, but it's all on Ian to summon you, so you just need to wait.

>Celebrate by checking up on your sundress, then get a sexy cocktail dress and go out with your friends to whatever counts as a dance club around here.

>Also yeah get your sundress back! If it's not ready then how about a miniskirt and tube top? Skank it up.

The sundress has been fixed and added to your equipment, and you pick up another outfit and celebrate being able to pull a good prank on that brute of Wi'aboo by jamming at the pit of screaming damned bards!

Yeah! Now this is fun! And all you have to do is wait to be summ....

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...oned.

Ian the Imp: "Hey."

Ian the Imp: "Welcome to the material world"

Succubus: "Why didn't you call me?! I lost the skanky outfit down in the pits! You know you can't get things through without proper preparation!"

Ian the Imp: "I tried calling you 6 times, you never answered. I thought you were in trouble, so i decided to summon you right now."

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Succubus: "Dawww, that's cute! So! Nice place you got here"

Ian the Imp: "Thanks."

Succubus: "Where is that cute paladin by the way?"

Ian the Imp: "They had to get out since there is an undead infestation taking place right now. They should be back soon"

Succubus: "Oh... Alright.... what can i do to pass the time?"

Ian the Imp: "You managed to sneak through Wi'aboo, right?"

Succubus: "Yeah?"

Ian the Imp: "So do what all adventurers do after succeding in a mission"

Ian the Imp: "Level up"

>>602814

He manages to get a claw through the wall, as the rest of him becomes a shadow behind it.

there's a flash of black and grey. And Alex is standing outside of the wall, sheathing one of his blades as his chitinous armor glistens with fresh blood and dripping syrup.

"Do not think you can escape judgement" He says cruelly, turning towards the dragon's shadow clawing at the walls as the last of them begin to rise up around him "This is your end, its too good for you in my most honest opinion"

There's an earthshaking screech as blood and syrup spray over the room, as Elizabeth's laugh echo through the room. I'm pretty sure she just ripped his leg off.

Not that it matters.

"Seeee?" Vera asks as Alith collaspes next to me, whining and whimpering like she wants attention "Told you there was nothing to worry about"

"Yeah I guess you did" I say as I watch the massive shadows puff out and shrink as my magics do their foul work, slowly turning him into little more than a snack while he's still alive.

"Mistress, I'm soar...can I rest for a while?" the angel asks, tugging on my arm as the walls above us shake from the golden king's desperate attempt to break them as he slams his fist into it again and again "I need rest, if you'd allow it"

"Hmmph" Alex huffs as Kelly pocks her head out from one of the piles of gold "Oh the half beast is still alive"

"I...I wanna" She mummers, sounding pretty on edge as the dragon roars again, making her jump. "I wanna eat something...fresh meat, tasty flesh"

I shake my head as Vera pats me behind my horns, ruffling my horns as the wall cracks slightly and spits out smoke while it's prisoner wails and shrieks in pain and madness.

"THIS IS NOT MY END YOU CURRS, YOU WORMS, YOU INSOLENT LITTLE SHITS! I'VE LIVED THROUGH THE FALL OF THE OLD WORLD, YOU WON'T... I CAN'T DIE LIKE THIS, I'M TOO GLORIOUS TO DIE LIKE A DOG, I'LL DEVOUR ALL OF YOU, MELT YOUR BODIES, BREAK YOUR MINDS, I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!!" He wheezes, as his shadow begins to vanish with what's left of his life "I CAN'T DIE LIKE THIS!, I WON'T DIE LIKE THIS, I AM THE FUCKING GOLDEN KING I CAN'T...I'M BETTER THAN"

*Ding!*

And with that, the walls collapse around him, squeezing around him, compacting and shrinking until they form an oven, which cracks open a second after it's made.

A small trolley with a simple cat eared plate rolls over to me out of it. And sitting on top of it, is a single golden Balaclava, dripping with syrup and heavy cream. And, right in the center of it, is a beating heart of frosting and cherry sauce.

I grin widely, as I fall down and sigh in relief. Vera leans back and laughs madly, her twin joining her as their aunt tosses the dragon's leg across the room like a toy.

"KEHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHA!"
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o4Olx-oU1M8
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But then I hear music, as the world and everyone but me stops and turn grey as I'm pulled out of time once again.
cont

>>602817

Then I hear clapping as the hat man appears to my side, laying down on alith's back before he stands in front of me, holding my face in one hand as he tips his hat to me.

"Hello Alice" He purrs as he vanish and leans against my back in the same moment "I must say, I'm curious as to which path you'll take now. I mean your so close to having all you desire, you already have love, but you could rise up so high above than those muddy fields you toiled in and those pigs and goats your family raised, I mean you already have haven't you? living with the royal family, loving the princess, going on this adventure...but I wonder if that's enough for you, I wonder if you want to fully remove yourself from your old life now, or will you play the part of a good wife and feed your love"

"Only Iris is allowed to call me that" I hiss as the hat man sits down in front of me, on the air "and what are you talking about? why are you here anyways? I thought I bored you or something"

"Oh you do" He says dully, clasping his hands together "I'm just curious now is all, Alice. See, you seem so desperate to move away from your old life of struggle and toil, that you even hate hearing your truest name, don't you, Hiral. Well except when you loving pet of a master speaks it of course"

"Did you just come here to insult me and ruin my day?" I ask tiredly as he grins, as the world flickers around him like a broken movie or song

"Oh no no, I just wanted to hear your broken singing" He says happily, appearing next to the draconic balaclava "And as I said, I'm curious to see what you'll do with this juicy chance right here, Will you become a full demon today and get some manner of respect in hell? will you turn Iris into a dragon? or will you maybe do something even I don't expect"

He laughs one last time, and snaps his fingers

"Well so long old friends, I'll leave her and you for now" He says, his voice fading away with him as color and life come back to the world, as I hear the Miller's laughing again

What do I do?
[] Eat it myself *Gain a soul worth 50 normal ones, a choice to gain a new sin, and the Draconic Ability *Able to turn into a dragon and any amount of hybrid forms of it*
[] give it to iris *She becomes a dragon instantly*
[] Offer it to someone, anyone else
[] Ask the millers what we're going to do now
[] Thank them for killing it, and saving me
[] Tell Alith she can go to sleep, and pat her on the head
[] Tease Kelly
[] write in
Also
thank you all for playing for so long

>>602821
>[] Ask the millers what we're going to do now
>[] Thank them for killing it, and saving me
What'd happen if we feed it tomore than one person? Could we get minor power ups for them?

And thank you for writing for so long!

>>598141
>[CURIOSITY] What's your plan.
Good work Remy, do all the hard work for us. I wanna ask him about what Luc said about the rebels working with those soul eating priests, but not directly. Maybe just ask what their deal is and how often they turn up.

Seen any sexy nurses?

>>598178

I live in Glasgow. The nurses are all 50+ woman who hate humanity.

I'm not into that anymore sadly.

>>598141
> [CURIOSITY] What's your plan.

>>598186
Dealing with worthless humans for 20+ sum years would do that.

>>602882
So how exactly does Trunk's special reflect work? Does it cancel an attack? Do we have to declare it before hand?

>>602895
*cancel our attack

Hey gobble did you see the new trailer
If so I want an evee in the next quest
I also want to train it so that it has the z move active all the time

After the incidents on Friday, the school was locked up. No one was allowed to leave, and no one was allowed to come in. An accommodation was provided for the entire school stuff, mostly using wings of Yamaku dormitories that were previously vacant. The independent investigation agency 'Garan no Dou' was hired to shed light on the mysterious circumstances that surrounded the murder of Kenji Setou, Saki Enomoto and Emi Ibarazaki.

For the entire past week, Garan no Dou scheduled meetings with students and group of students to interrogate them, confront their versions of the facts and analyze any discrepancy.

The head of the agency was a woman called Touko Aozaki. Apparently, she was an old acquaintance of Mutou, the man who opposed the hiring of Garan no Dou the most.

In this very moment, Mutou and Aozaki are arguing about dollcrafting in your professor's atelier. You can't do much, besides trying to make sense of what they have to tell each other. Even so, the jargon is so complicated you can barely keep up.

"It's no mystery the Demon Hunter Organization is going downhill, Mutou! With people like you, even the Atlas Association would fall apart".

"Spare me your compliments, Aozaki. The Ryougi family has cut their monetary support to the organization, the Fujou are all dead, and the Asagami pay their fees all the while pretending the Asakami never existed. The only remaining supporters are the Nanaya, but most of them died at the hands of Makihisa Tohno. Our best hope is that boy over there", he says, pointing at you.

"Don't even get me started on that. The fact that a talentless hack like you gets to co-operate with a Mystic Eyes of Death Perception user fills me with undying rage. Truly, the best things happen to the worst people".

"Sorry for interrupting you", you interject. "There's a few things I meant to ask you".

Mutou was sure from the beginning that Saki was not a vampire. Still, the thing that attacked you was definitely nonhuman, and you never received any explanation about that. More importantly, Rika was still at large. No one was following her trails, and if the Church were to reach her first, that would spell certain death for her.

So thing you need to know the most is

>What happened to Saki. As long as I am locked in this school, I don't want similar accidents to happen again.
>What happened to Rika. She's alone and she's probably scared, taking care of her is my responsibility.
>Write-in

>>589585
>What happened to Rika. She's alone and she's probably scared, taking care of her is my responsibility.

>>589585
>>What happened to Rika. She's alone and she's probably scared, taking care of her is my responsibility.

Follow the river downstream in search for another tribe or other type of civilization.

I have dishonored my original tribesmen by being too much of a pussy to take care some bitch ass dogs.

Impregnate any stray females I find, by force if needed.

Search for a pointy stick or big rock. This land is dangerous.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>600238
I suppose it's worth figuring out such a basic aspect of your own identity.

>Rolling

Geegee's actually impressively formal and professional when she wants to be. Legs crossed, hands steepled, face impassive and showing practically no emotion whatsoever; she looks every ounce the careful, hardened businesswoman despite the clear bags under her eyes from having been woken up in the middle of the night. You could see why she handled the business side of things, really.

She'd figured out something was up simply by way of the fact that you'd come in without much warning and, in her own words, 'spooked me right the crap awake.' Not that you were trying to do so, mind, you'd heard something coming from the doorway and assumed she was awake. You had no clue she was a sleep-talker. Something new every day even at your age, you suppose.

By the time you “So...you found out that the church was spinnin' a giant lie, was mind controllin' dissidents, freed a bunch of prisoners they'd taken, stole summa their papers and now you're plannin' to find some way to condemn the church?”

“I thought it'd be in your best interests to know,” you respond.

She sighs. “Okay. So...whaddya want from me? This might be your big fat favor.”

>Nothing. If all goes well, I won't need anything from you. Just letting you know as a courtesy.
>I want you to back me up when I make my statement. If need be, I know a sanctuary for you.
>I need you to be my alibi in case the church tries to counter my statements.
>Other

>>591032
>I need you to be my alibi in case the church tries to counter my statements. Do you have any ideas? Is a goblin even going to be credible in the eyes of these people?

>>591032
>Nothing. If all goes well, I won't need anything from you. Just letting you know as a courtesy.
Let's not use up our favor just yet.

>>588786
>>573599

Miss Valliere was almost quite literally stunned by your sudden waking up of her, so you had to repeat yourself, with patience:

"The Academy is under attack. Get ready to go anytime as quickly as possible. Wake up everybody in the dorms. I will get the professors. This is urgent. We are under attack."

Thankfully, the warning got to Louise. Soon enough, she was out of bed and ready to do as you suggested.

As for you, you made your way to the nearest to the quarters of the staff member you were most familiar with, Jean Colbert.

---

By the time you reached his quarters, it appeared he was already to go.

"The school's under attack."

Colbert grunted in an affirmative reply.

"You go forth and do what you do. I'll wake the others."

Colbert and you quickly parted.

---

You had managed to get the rest of the faculty awake. Old Osmond, Kaita and Chevreuse had been made aware. They were all quite shocked at how all of the school's defences were evaded.

---

The faculty and you arrived. By the time you got where Colbert was, one tower had been knocked down. Furthermore, the ground was pockmarked with dirt craters.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on the point of view, the source of the disturbance was gone.

---

You overheard Mr Colbert reporting to Old Osmond.

"... Eight giant earth golems in total. Whoever did it just brutally forced their way in."

---

The rest of the night went anti-climatically.

Miss Valliere was readying herself to sleep when in curiosity you decided to ask a question:

"How did you rally your peers, Mistress?"

"It was fine."

What you sensed in the intonation of "fine" however, was that her attempt was either average or abysmal.

---

The next morning, down at the breakfast hall, Miss Valliere's earlier low mood was elevated back to less gloomy levels, when the resident maid Siesta, came along to deliver a mail envelope.

"Excuse me, Lady Valliere. The messenger instructed me to relay this to you discretely."

Louise nodded in acknowledgement and the maid made her way off. The other students didn't so much as look on.

---

You were given the task of studying the letter by yourself while Miss Valliere was busy attending classes.

The letter went as follows:

"DEAR FRANÇOISE LE BLANC DE LA VALLIÈRE

We have received your Proposition to fund an Expedition into the Oceanus Mundi and to grant a Royal Charter of Monopoly should such an Expedition uncover a new trading Route to the East, thereby circumventing elven Control of the the current overland Routes. We are, frankly, highly receptive to such a Proposal, given your preciously eloquent and erudite arguments, which have given Us no room for denial. As such, We grant you an Audience, free of Formality if you desire, this Day of the Void.

Yours Sincerely, REGINA TRISTANIA MARIANNE."

It was a success. Contrasting with the disturbed atmosphere from last night, the letter truly was welcome news.

---

1/2

>>589261
Miss Valliere re-enters her room, presumably to prepare materials for her next class.

How shall you inform her?

[] "Her Majesty is quite receptive to our proposition."

[] Write-in

2/2

>>589267
>[] Write-in
"Her Majesty appears to be quite receptive to your proposition, Miss Valliere, and wishes to speak with you on the matter. Shall we make the arrangements to attend an audience with her?"

>>598134
HYPE ACTIVATED

I figured out the twist, there are five faces on Mount Hokage. You have to be stealthier, Laze...

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>>598140
I laughed

Cultural Evo threads are still around? They lasted this long to begin with?

okay, Green Dream. We gotta finish this.
>>595256
I know, but this one is kill

>>595256
mire4lyfe

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-Month V, 285AC | A few weeks before the Tourney in Highgarden-

“Novice Daith?”

“Yes Maester Benjin?”

“Fetch the scroll we have been working on since my arrival. A fresh quill and a bottle of ink, if you would.”

Nodding you begin to pick through seemingly endless scrolls, tomes, and parchments that have collected upon the desk since his arrival in Oldtown. Maester Benjin was a well respected man and you had been honored to find yourself assigned to his tutelage during his stay. Whilst unraveling a scroll that turned out to be something far from your comprehension regarding the Summer Isles you watch the door swing open gently and the two dusky men that had accompanied Maester Benjin stroll in. Eyes quickly press to task again, nervously avoiding making eye contact with the mountains of muscle yet incredibly grace. Your hand quivers as you pick another scroll, the chill running down your spine as it always did when they began to speak in their tongue with the elder man, such a beautiful language, one you were so hopelessly unaware of and that Maester Benjin spoke with such command and poise it only served to make ou feel inadequate. Nerous hands allow the scroll to slip loose, unraveling as it falls from your hand and knocks upon the table with a loud thump, drawing attention to you and silence falling upon the room.

“Novice, have you found the Malroy scroll?”

Eyes frantically look up and down the paper, for a moment forgetting to read, what the letters of the common tongue told as they were put together in your mind. They come upon the title, a hard lump being forced down again in your throat as you clear it to speak, “The History and Times of House Malroy, c. 283AC until present. Yes Maester Benjin I have.”

The man ruffles himself up as he goes to stand, taking a proffered hand from the shorter of the Summer Islers, his chian wears heavy upon his neck you observe. Most prominently the three links of silver clink together against that of green bronze and yellow gold, silver you knew, silver you desired, the metal of medicine and healing, Maester Benjin’s speciality one you very much assumed he would be receiving the vacant Archmaesters position for in the coming months. The taller of the two men gives you a hard stare and you find yourself looking away in a panic. You can feel their stares as you scramble to gather the rest of the items requested of you and taking up a position behind Maester Benjin, a poor shield against their stares yet one all the same.

“Very well Daith, as we walk reread what we have written thus far. I will correct any mistake and expound where necessary if I do so feel necessary. Understood?”

“Yes Maester Benjin.”

He nods for the two Summer Islers adding another line of dialogue between the three in their foreign tongue before allowing them to set off, with him and yourself not soon after.

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Words yet again begin to come to your lips, the writing in your own hand easing the nervousness in your tone into a smooth spoken word, “A brief History…

House Malroy of Steadhold was founded upon the conclusion of Aegon’s Conquest by Ser Aeson Malroy. A renowned commander, the former Master-of-Horse upon Dragonstone, and man of the old blood of Valyria. As reward for his services throughout the years to the newly made King Aegon I Targaryen he was given the former lands, titles, and incomes of House Rollingford. Constructing upon the castle now known as Steadhold upon his former warcamp where the God’s Eye Road meets the Goldroad along the way to King’s Landing. The Malroys are famed throughout the Seven Kingdoms for their horses, a breed of golden coursers said to be as old as Valyria, their prowess upon the field and military might, and their stalwart loyalty to the Targaryen Kings. Malroys have served as Kingsguard, upon the Small Council and married to House Targaryen over the years allowing their influence and renown to grow far beyond the Crownlands.

Robert’s Rebellion…

House Malroy of Steadhold stood by the Targaryen Kings of old during the Rebellion now known as Robert’s Rebellion that took place from late 282AC to the final days of 283AC. The Lord Vamos Malroy and his wife, Lady Esemella Hayford served as the Head of House during this time of turmoil and upheaval. With him served his eldest son and Heir, Ser Donold Malroy, their third born son Ser Pastorn Malroy, and only daughter Lady Isis Malroy. Ser Dontos Malroy, the Lord’s uncle, served in King’s Landing and later upon the field in the Reach and Stormlands as a commander under Lord Mace Tyrell before being recalled to King’s Landing and later Dragonstone. Their second son, Brynden Malroy, lived in self imposed exile in the Free Cities of Essos during the conflict. Lady Isabella Malroy, the Lord’s sister, was the wife of Lord Luther Benedorn, Head of House of House Benedorn of Benedorn in the Stormlands.

Ser Vance Redward the loyal vassal of Lord Vamos Malroy and the Knight of House Redward also served the Targaryen Kings of old. He had no issue beyond a single baseborn son, Royce Waters.

Lord Vamos Malroy, Ser Donold Malroy, and Ser Vance Redward were deployed to the Riverlands. Partaking in the Battle of the Bells. Under Lord Jon Connington’s command. And the Battle of the Trident which saw the death of Ser Donold Malroy and Ser Vance Redward and grievous crippling of Lord Vamos Malroy due to the betrayal of the latters aforementioned baseborn son, the now Ser Royce Waters…”

“Betrayal is harsh word,” one of the Summer Islers interjects as you take down a gulp of air, “Will they not look down upon you for such description?”

“Perhaps Solhas Za,” Maester Benjin responds, “But perhaps someday history will see it as betrayal. Rather than loyalty. My task is to record history as it was not as is correct in the current regimes eye.”

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The dark man smiles slightly, “As you say, Maester.”

“Continue Daith.”

“Lord Vamos Malroy was brought home for treatment. Ser Pastorn Malroy, the new Heir, taking up the defense of Steadhold. While his mother, Lady Esemella Hayford, and sister, Lady Isis Malroy stayed in the Malroy Villa in King’s Landing under the protection of the recently recalled Ser Dontos Malroy. When the forces of House Lannister and the Westerlands were finally roused during the conflict they swept in from the west upon the Goldroad, garrisoning Redwatch Tower and Steadhold along their way to the capital. Though this is where disaster stroke. Not a day after the Sack of King’s Landing, including the death of Lady Esemella Hayford and the supposed death of Lady Isis Malroy, Steadhold was sacked, the garrison betraying their hosts, leading to the deaths of Lord Vamos Malroy, Ser Pastorn Malroy, and much of the remaining Malroy host. The Outer Ring was burnt, the walls cracked and destroyed by siege engines, the stables depleted from war and theft and the castle ransacked and left in ruin. Ser Royce Waters had helped to lead the Sack it would be said later, his knowledge of the town and castle from his youth serving the Lannister forces well as they snuffed out the last of the known Malroy main line. In the following months Ser Dontos Malroy would be reported dead upon Dragonstone and House Malroy was considered all but extinct.

A new King, a new Lord…

Upon the conclusion of Robert’s Rebellion saw King Robert I Baratheon crowned and Ser Royce Waters raised up from a mere Knight and legitimized as Lord Royce Redward. Though it would remain a secret for a time, Lord Royce Redward was given the hand of Lady Isis Malroy, a requested reward for his services to the Crown, having no other known family to give her hand away it was granted by royal decree. Lord Royce Redward would begin to press a claim to Steadhold, not content to his father’s tower in the Princewood. Though just as the proclamation was to be made to reward all former lands, titles and incomes of House Malroy to the new Lord, a man thought dead reappeared. Ser Dontos Malroy arrived to court, his arm in sling, his temples greyed, half the Knight he had once been and petitioned the court for an audience. Though thought to have returned home to press his own claim to the seat of House Malroy it shocked the court to learn there yet was another main line Malroy, Brynden Malroy, the exiled second born son of Lord Vamos Malroy and Lady Esemella Hayford, who yet lived in the Free Cities. A stay was granted to Ser Dontos Malroy and word was sent to the Free Cities in search of this last son, recalling him home to take up his birthright. And upon the first month of 284AC, he arrived. A ragged man of a sellsword look and canter, a cadre of men that once served alongside him in the Second Sons, and a baseborn son Victus Waters.”

>>593452
>Go to the hangars to check out the equipment
Fuck it, let's be an MS geek.

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>>593452
>Find the HQ and speak to the Commander
Alright you cheese dicks! Welcome to the 'Nam!

>>593610
>MechEngineer Quest
Mah nigga

Previous Threads:
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Where things are said: https://twitter.com/Riz_QM
Where things are asked: http://ask.fm/RizQM

Assorted Supplemental:
Current Abilities - http://pastebin.com/PchcdWpw
A List of Forgotten Things - http://pastebin.com/kPEscJ3h
Irue's Memoires - http://pastebin.com/sWnicrK7

Write-ups:
Kara's Day Out - http://pastebin.com/8ZbiSKLs
Adventures with Asche - http://pastebin.com/RNviCBJu
The Reclaimed Doll - http://pastebin.com/n6miP1qT
In Your Shadow - http://pastebin.com/EfeeHFAE
Friends Forever - http://pastebin.com/Yn0QaTVB

Misc notes:Memoires are nearly complete, and the Forgetting list is up to date.

Memo:
1. Ask Priat if he saw Nymph's wood in Teranford and about the terraforming in general
2. Invite Marchovic on adventures next time there's a chance.
3. Mim said "When are you going to tell her?" Tell what to whom?

>>587759
>Apologize

>>587876
Writing!
It almost seems like I'm starting too early, lately.

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Walking back to the Maiden Vault, the night air feels chillier than usual. Cold night here at the port city. Weather itself screaming Autumn is right around the corner. White raven should be coming in to announce the seasonal change in a few days or so.

You nod pleasantly to the Lannister guardsmen patrol that passes by, one of them making a . . . choice comment about your rear end when he thinks you're out of earshot. You let it bounce right off. Right now you have much bigger things to think about. A trip through the war-ravaged Riverlands which begins tomorrow morning. A wedding ceremony – which includes a bedding ceremony, you can't help but dwell on – the moment you arrive there. Things will be in flux and Ser Jacelyn's going to want himself an heir rather soon. Maybe you can convince him to knock up a few whores, wear a pillow under your dress and let him pick his favorite baby if it really matters that much to him.

You chuckle at your little ridiculous scheme as you approach the front of the . . . huh.

Senelle stands before the embossed double doors, her crimson locks swishing back and forth as she scans the various patrols, looking for someone. Her face is blanched, white as a sheet. The sickly pallor adds a level of desperation to her sentry-style searching.

She's another maid in service to the Queen. You've noticed her around more than some of the others in Cersei's attendance because . . . well Senelle's no Cersei Lannister, but you'd still be up for hearing her roar if she gave you half a chance.

As your eyes meet, an expression of something not quite relief, but slightly better than the pallid one she was wearing before, animates her face and gives it back some if its color.

She strides towards you, moving as fast as the dress, which clings pleasingly to her curves, and those shoes, which clack loudly upon the Red Keep's artisan-crafted cobblestones, allow.

“Lady Mira. Queen Cersei wishes to see you at once. Please follow me,” she spits the words out as fast as possible like she's spent the last few minutes or so memorizing a script while waiting for your return. Turning on her heels, the lowborn redhead makes her way towards Maegor's Holdfast.

. . . OK then.

Without another word you pursue your improvised guide as she leads you through the grounds of the castle, over the moat, past the thick walls and the Kingsguard on duty – Ser Preston Greenfield. It's only once you're inside the plush royal apartments and realize you're moving towards the King's bedchamber that fear grips your heart. Senelle stops in front of the massive, sculpted and varnished door, turning to fix you with a look that screams pity. The sound of Cersei's sobs are audible even through the muffling effect of the barrier.

FUCK!

>>587367
Plague for best anon.
Velo a shit.
Mira did nothing wrong.
Mills cheated.
Raina best animal handler.
Othello absolute madman.
More Benjen plz.

>>587415
Mannis a sicko who took our job.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>601269
Start drilling for some black gold in the Arctic regions to fuel our warmarchine we need that shit if we want to continue pushing further south in the Americas.

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>601269

>All hotdogs are required to be made with a 2-1 ration in favor of sausage

>Any deviation from this will result in the unceremonious execution of the perpetrator...

>>601286
You find jack shit, but discover the remains of the soviot Union up there
>>601287
You have executed 179 people so far