I made some changes to the last chapter. Nothing major, but if you want to see it I added a change log right at the beginning.
Btw this chapter is the biggest one yet at nearly 15k words before AN's so there might be a few more mistakes than usual. Feel free to point them out as always and I'll get to fixing them.
It's that time yet again folks, but first; some reviews
Stylo1: House Corbray has enough weapons for 300 men, but the problem is that Lyon wanted Gladius style short swords and large rectangular shields (Which I've just decided to call scutum shields) which they didn't have on hand and needed to make. Thanks for pointing out the name mistake in chapter 3.
Sarka95: Lyon is stuck in Asoiaf until he holds up his end of the deal. Which will keep him there at least until the end of the long night. There's a serious lack of magic that he would want to use in the first world other than blood magic, and that's only for smithing. I have something worked out as far as magic goes, but I don't want to spoil anything too soon.
Guest: Removing Lysa and Robert is the easy part. Even if Hoster is aware of the extent of their relationship, his daughter being called unfaithful will reflect badly on his House, even if he knows it's true. He'd have to do something about it, but by the time it happens the Riverlands will be too busy dealing with the Lannister's to do anything about it. Baelish is slippery so Lysa getting dealt with won't take him down entirely.
Lyon won't be selling many swords yet. Blood magic still takes a lot out of him. Making six swords in the span of two weeks drained him. He will charge up the ass for them though. It's said that the Lannister's could have fielded an army with the gold they used to purchase Brightroar from the Valyrians. Only one person in the world can make these new weapons, not an entire society, so the price will be way higher.
Trysta and Merka won't be getting pushed to the side at all. I might not dedicate entire scenes to some of the women Lyon will bed, but it'll be implied if not outright stated that he's boning half of the noblewomen in Westeros at some point.
Bobainox: Yeah the start was a bit iffy, but I'm glad I was able to make it better. MC will both wake the dragon and make the wolves howl don't you worry.
A few more things I want to mention: GRRM considered giving the Valyrians pyrokinetic abilities. I might incorporate that into the story.
Now don't worry, Daenerys won't suddenly become the human torch or some shit, it'll be more on the level of Dark souls pyromancy, or at least the version we see in game. The soulsbourne series is fucking insane when you power scale it, like at least planet Level insane for the top tiers in the verse.
The most we'll see from Daenerys will be a few small fireballs and flame breath. Enough to defend herself when her dragons aren't around, but nothing that can win a war, or even a battle on its own.
(Gates of the moon, 298 AC)
"Are you sure about this Lyon? You've never been one to draw attention to yourself. " Lucas asked me while he helped me get the armor on.
"If I wasn't sure we wouldn't be here now, would we?" I retort. I wasn't expecting to do this, but...
[The Tourney]
A celebratory tournament is being held at the Gates of the Moon in honor of your accomplishments. You'd be foolish to not participate.
Main Objective: Enter at least one of the events being held at the tournament and win first place.
Reward: 5000 EXP for every event won, +5 Stat Crystal for every event won, Increased Rep with all attendees for each event won.
Bonus Objective 1: Enter the Joust.
Reward: 1000 EXP for each opponent you unhorse, +2 to mounted combat for every opponent defeated.
Bonus Objective 2: Enter the Melee.
Reward: 500 EXP for every opponent defeated, +1 to any combat skill except for archery and mounted combat for every opponent defeated.
Bonus Objective 3: Enter the Archery competition. (Complete)
Reward: +500 EXP for every round passed, +2 to Archery for every round passed
Remember the side quests I was gonna get from my chosen pantheon? Me neither, but this is one of them.
It's the first quest I've ever gotten outside of the main quests. I didn't even get a quest for the Mountain Clansmen. Oh well, this gives me a reason to grind some of my lesser used skills, so I'm down for it. I had already participated in the archery competition yesterday, and made it all the way to the 4th round out of 5 before I was eliminated. Sad, but archery isn't a skill I practice regularly, so I'm just glad to have made it past the first round.
Thankfully I came prepared.
Silver Steel Corbray Armor +3: An armor set forged by Lyon Corbray with slight magical properties.
MP – 460/3000
Effects:
Complete Rust Resistance
Complete dent Resistance
+15% EXP when killing a higher lvl opponent
Silver steel is weird. I was experimenting with Spell forging, trying not to bleed myself to death and all that, so with my greater proficiency in blood magic, I was able to stem the flow of blood enough to only allow a few drops to fall every now and again. The steel used in this world is of a much higher quality than it was during the actual middle ages, so I don't usually have to fold it, but I did it this time, to really combine the blood and metal, since I didn't add any to the crucible.
At some point my sleep deprived ass decided it would be a good idea to throw a rat I found scurrying around into the fire, since sacrifice was also theorized to be a component to making Valyrian steel. Not my best moment, but the result speaks for itself, and the next time I went to heat the blade, some weird shit started happening.
Nothing major, just the flames suddenly burning bright white and the metal damn near started shining.
At the end of the forging process I ended up with a good chunk of what I've decided to call Silver Steel.
I have no clue why it only gives an EXP boost for higher level beings, but most war veterans are higher level than me despite being way weaker, so I don't particularly mind.
At first it started at a measly 5%, but every time I leveled the armor up, the boost increased, which I expected, but not at the massive rate it did.
5% per Level? And that's for each body part too. It works in a fashion similar to Dark Souls, so I've got bonuses from the chest, the head, the hands and the legs, even though there are way more pieces to the armor set than that.
So if I killed someone that was higher level than me right now I'd net an extra 60% EXP. Silver steel doesn't have any spectacular effects compared to some of the other spell-forged steels I was able to make, but it's unique with it's EXP boost properties, and if I keep experimenting with it I could turn it into something really amazing.
But enough about that, let's get on to the armor!
The armor itself is a blue hued bright silver color fashioned after 15th century armor sets I'd seen in my past life. I didn't skip out on engraving the thing either, I had a seven pointed star on both shoulders and in the center of the breast plate, with gold inlay which was a bitch to get on there. I had an unkindness's of Ravens etched onto other parts of the armor to make it look even more snazzy, and yes it took way longer than I care to admit to get it done.
The helm was just a silver version of the Dawnguard full helmet from Skyrim with gold inlay, with a Raven spreading its wings in the center of the forehead.
Since how hard you're able to flex was often the difference between war and peace in the middle ages I couldn't afford to slack off. The harder you flex on everyone else, the lower the chance was that they'd fuck with you in the future.
I'm basically making a statement here; "I have enough coin to throw around to afford the best arms and armor in the realm, imagine what I can do to your family with it if you cross me."
Masterfully crafted armor like this is abhorrently expensive, mostly due to the labor involved, and I kind of cheated on that one, but no one will really care that I made it myself. They'll care that I have it.
Historically Tournaments have also been used as proxy wars. Nobles would scope out the competition and decide whether their rivals were worth fucking with or not based on their equipment and shit like that.
That's not to say it's the only reason Tourney's like this one were held. Some people just really like tournaments.
Going back to my uncle I continue "Besides, if I am to become Lord of our House, then I need to start making a name for myself, and this tourney is the perfect way to do that."
It's total bullshit, I don't need to play-fight with a bunch of old fucks to get famous, my campaign and sword reveal will do that for me.
"The man who tamed the dangerous Mountain clansmen and scorched the Burned men needs to make a name for himself?" Lucas jokes while securing the breast plate behind me.
"You're making the rest of us look bad, you know?" He says after he finishes.
"I would hope so uncle." I respond, to which he just chuckles.
-A restrictive Game-
The Melee started off as chaotic as one would expect from a bunch of clashing warriors. I was immediately singled out by Eustace Hunter, who's been giving me the stink eye since he got here.
Guess Harlan went crying about me being mean to his family.
"Son of a whore!" Did he just call Jon Arryn's dead daughter a whore?
Quickly parrying the slash he sent my way with the sword in my right hand I simultaneously slash at his neck with the sword in my left hand, where his armor protected him the least. If these weren't tourney blades, he'd have been decapitated.
I'll just have to settle for watching him fall to the floor like a bitch.
Yeah I decided to dual wield, since dual wielding is badass and no one can tell me otherwise. Problem?
I pretty much went on like that, beating the shit out of anyone in my line of sight, and forcing them to yield. We're all wearing armor and are wielding blunted swords, so there aren't that many injuries beyond some light bruising.
There were lords, landed knights, hedge knights, and even mountain clansmen among the competitors. It made no difference to me as I beat the shit out of anyone that I came across.
Eventually it was just me, Yohn Royce and Symond Templeton, the knight of Ninestars. I flourished my swords as we circled around each other, waiting for someone to make the first move.
Yohn Royce is wielding a longsword in both hands while Symond Templeton is crouched behind the shield he held in his left hand with a sword primed and ready in his right.
Before long Yohn Royce goes in on Symond, slashing at him at speeds that a man that age shouldn't be capable of, becoming little more than a flash of gold to most of the onlookers.
Symond isn't caught off guard however, keeping his guard up for a while before lunging in when Yohn overextended on his last thrust, bringing his blade to the bronze clad lord's neck, forcing him to yield.
"I though you'd forgotten about me." I joke as Symond turns towards me. I'm not exactly worried about losing, and it shows as Symond rushes me with his shield, hoping to either bash the shit out of me, or use it as a feint for his sword.
Dodging to his left I wait for him to turn around instead of pushing my advantage and taking a shot at his back. We are in front of a crowd of nobles after all...
Symond would normally be performing much better than this, but he's running low on stamina, which I honestly can't relate to. My stamina constantly regenerates, even in battle. Symond has no such benefits, and he's been running around in armor this entire time.
Still, I should give the audience the show they clearly want if the cheering is anything to go by.
Rushing in and raising my left handed sword in a feint, Symond takes the bait and goes to block, raising his shield and leaving his legs open for me to stab at with my right hand.
Like I said before, these are blunted tourney swords, and we're wearing armor, but that doesn't keep him from feeling the impact, especially since I targeted his knees, where there's only a layer of chain mail covering him.
He buckles under the weight of the slash I sent from above and falls from the swipe from below.
"I yield!" Ser Symond gasps from his place on the ground after I point my blade at him, leaving no room for any other response.
Melee victory!
Reward: 5000 EXP, +5 Stat Crystal, increased Rep with all attendees
Bonus Objective 2 Complete!
Reward: 5500 EXP, 11 Combat Skill points
10500 EXP+5540+20%= 20348/9000
LEVEL UPx2! +4 Stat Points! +2 to all stats!
And just like that I leveled up and won 2500 Gold Dragons.
That not seem like much compared to the outlandish 5 figure prizes you'd get in King's Landing, but 500 Gold Dragons is a fuckton of money for a single person to be paid.
Converting that to USD it'd be around 200 million dollars, which isn't a lot to a noble house, but isn't getting paid out to a noble house, just one person; me. My experiments were beginning to put a dent in House Corbray's coffers, so an extra 2500 Gold Dragons is nothing to scoff at. It's a little less than 1/50th of the coin House Corbray has to its name, which is an amount that I couldn't even comprehend in my past life.
And the crown owes 6 million of the fucking things, which is ludicrous, but thinking back on the national debts I'd heard of in my past life, it's actually pretty low, only about 500 billion compared to the trillions some nations owed.
Still, maybe it's because I wasn't buttfucking rich before, but throwing around that much cash on a god damn play fight is nuts to me, even if it is a drop in the bucket.
Pushing my thoughts on money aside, I help Symond up, speaking to him as I do so. "Now I know where Luceon gets his fierceness from." I compliment the knight, trying to be a graceful winner and all that shit.
"And yet you still tore me apart, Lord Corbray." The knight of Ninestars compliments back, "I've never seen a man wield two blades so proficiently before." Hell yeah you haven't.
Over the course of the melee I discovered that my One handed swords skill is a bit misleading. It isn't actually a marker of one's skill with a blade in a single hand, but rather one's skill with swords that can be held with a single hand.
So if I were to hold an arming sword with two hands, It would still work off of my one handed skill, which is great, but it also allows me to wield two swords with the same proficiency as a single sword. Hence my performance on the field.
I wonder what skill a hand and a half sword would work off of?
"You flatter me, Ser Templeton. I'm just blessed with good mentors is all." I tell him with a nod in Lyn's direction. It's bullshit, but he doesn't need to know that. Plus it makes me seem humble, which is always good for my image.
"Ser Lyn is an exceptional warrior." Symond replied, no doubt thinking back to the event that led to Lyn being given Lady Forlorn.
Symond then raised my arm into the air to the thunderous cheering of the crowd. For my part I just smiled and basked in their praise, even if some of the fuckers aren't sincere.
-Later that night-
The celebratory feast was as high quality as you can get in this world as always, the company was even better though.
"Ah, I apologize Lord Corbray. I've been told that I tend to talk the ear off of anyone who would listen. Besides I mustn't speak so rudely about Lord Dutton, he was considered for my hand, perhaps in another life we would have been married?" The woman I was sitting next to tonight said with a laugh that did interesting things to her frankly massive tits.
"Although then I wouldn't have been here to witness your victory today, would I?" She asks with a saucy smile. "Ah! There I go again. I must be such a bother." She faux sighs.
"Not at all Lady Royce, I quite enjoyed listening to you wonder whether a roll in the hay would kill a man of lord Dutton's age." I also enjoyed watching those tits bounce whenever you made the slightest movement.
"Ah, it pleases me to hear you say so my lord." She titters, a hand going over her mouth to hide her smile.
She's an absolute feast for the eyes, with long brown hair reaching her upper back, and light brown eyes. Her coloring isn't unique whatsoever, but she certainly is.
The woman I'm talking to is none other than Myranda Royce, who looks nothing like what I expected her to. In the books GRRM described her as 'fleshy' and 'buxom'.
Yeah she's fleshy all right, just not in the way I expected her to be. I expected a slightly chubby woman with some nice curves, but instead I got a small woman with possibly the biggest rack I had ever seen in either of my lives.
Now I say she's small, but that's only compared to the size of her massive mammaries. She's like 5'2 or something which is average for a woman in Westeros from what I'd seen, but my point still stands, She's got big booba.
...Okay that was the last one I swear.
I know what she's doing. Her father Nestor Royce is one of the few people who know that I'm going to be the next warden of the Vale and he's no doubt sent her to get close to me in hopes of a marriage.
I don't particularly mind it, everyone is a scheming asshole in this world. Besides the numbers don't lie
Myranda Royce
Affection- [20/100]
Obedience- [20/100]
So she isn't faking any of the kind words or smiles she's been sending my way. The obedience is a surprise though, but she is a woman that's been raised to be a subservient wife from the day she was born, so I guess it makes sense.
Would I marry her? Honestly I don't know, I'll definitely make her mine though, but a full on marriage? Eh, her family is already on my side, so an alliance through marriage is unnecessary. I'll probably take a woman from one of the neighboring kingdoms like the North, or the Riverlands.
I'm going to be the fucking King of Westeros, any woman I want will be mine and no one will do a damn thing about it.
Aegon the unworthy took whatever woman he wanted, hell some of them were straight up offered to him by their fathers, and he was a useless fuck who died in a pool of his own shit because he was too fucking fat to get off of his couch.
You think the same pussies that let him raw dog their daughters will say anything about me doing it? Yeah, get real. If any one has a problem with me doing whatever the fuck I want they can eat sacred flames.
The rest of the feast was spent dancing with the many ladies that were impressed by my performance in the melee, but I only had eyes for one woman tonight, and judging by the looks she's been sending me tonight, she has eyes for me too...
-A Restrictive Game-
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Myranda cried out from under me, her exclamations in time with my thrusts. After the feast had died down and nearly everyone had gone to bed, I asked Myranda if she'd like an escort back to her chambers, which led to me fucking her brains out in her bed.
She's not a freak ready to do whatever I ask of her like Trysta, or a submissive masochist ready to be degraded by her masters like Merka, but she's a damn good fuck. Eager to please too.
"Lyon!" She whimpered, holding on to the sheets for dear life while I fucked her into the bed, her massive tits bouncing with every thrust.
"I love you!" what? Oh yeah, medieval culture. She probably expects me to say it back or some shit, instead I shut her up with a kiss.
We stay like that for about a minute, kissing while I pound into her from above before I turn my attention to her magnificent tits, latching on to her right nipple with my tongue, eliciting a breathy moan from her.
"Do you like them Lyon? They're all yours my love!" She declared. Damn I don't know if she's doing it on purpose, but what she just said does things to me.
Sitting up and pulling her into my lap I hold her tightly against me, her breasts squishing against my chest as I do so, and quickly start to piston in and out her wet folds.
"Ah!" Myranda cutely yelps, surprised by the sudden change in position.
I grip her ass for support with one hand, kneading her thick cheeks as I pump into her, and rub her clit with the other.
Myranda bites into my shoulder, trying to muffle her screams and moans. Before long I feel her tense up, tight around my shaft and biting into my shoulder hard enough to break the skin, as she yells into my arm, cumming hard as she does so.
I pump into her for a few more seconds feeling my own orgasm building before I pull out, laying Myranda on her back as I cum on her stomach and breasts, painting her body white.
END check [44/25]
Fuck, that was the hardest I've ever cum in my life. I don't even want to go again. That's how satisfied I am right now.
Looking into Myranda's eyes as she lay there staring back at me, full lips parted as she took in deep breaths I lean in for another deep kiss, both of us riding the afterglow of our orgasm's.
After spending a few minutes laying there, slowly and tenderly kissing one another I got up and began to dress myself, while Myranda cleaned my jizz off of her body, getting some on her fingers in the process.
Noticing I was staring, Myranda looks at me for a moment, before giving the cum on her right hand a tentative lick.
Damn, that's hot.
"Lyon," I heard her call me as I was walking to the door. Turning back to her she starts to speak again "Win the joust for me?" She asks, to which I just smile at her and nod, not yet trusting my voice, before leaving the room.
+30 Affection with Myranda Royce [50/100] for giving her the night of her life
+20 Obedience with Myranda Royce [40/100] For claiming her as your woman
+1 END
Damn straight.
That was the best fuck I've ever had, at least with a single person. The Merka/Trysta tag team has yet to be beaten.
Those girls are something else entirely when they're together.
As I walk through the halls of the castle, I encounter an unfamiliar older man, nearing fifty by the looks of it, though I can't help the feeling that I should know him.
"Lord Corbray." He seems to know me however, although that isn't saying much considering the fact that I won the melee today.
"You have me at a disadvantage, Lord..." I say to him, dragging off at the end since I didn't know the fuckers name.
"Gilwood Hunter." Oh, great. Another one of these fuckers. I got the whiny bitch Harlan, the dumbass who couldn't swing a sword to save his life Eustace, and now I have this Geriatric fuckhead. What's next? Is their hospice patient father going to hobble his way over to me, and give me a stern talking to?
My reaction must have shown on my face because Gilwood was quick to put his hands up in surrender.
"I see you've met my brothers already." He says as if he didn't already know that. Harlan no doubt whined to everyone he could about me, and nearly everyone with a noble title in the Vale heard Eustace call Janine Arryn a whore before I molly whopped his ass.
"We've been acquainted." I tell him, not unkindly. He seems better than his brothers, and observe tells me that I'm at 20 REP with him, meaning he hardly took offense to me beating the shit out of his brothers.
"Aye, I'm afraid my younger brother's are... difficult at times." Trust me dude, I know. "I wish to apologize for their behavior on behalf of house Hunter."
That's good to know, I guess. House Hunter is one of the more prominent families in the Vale, capable of raising over 2500 men at any time.
"Please Lord Hunter, there's no need to apologize on their behalf. I've already put the situation past me." I reassure him. If it were someone like Tywin Lannister, or another Lord paramount apologizing to me on behalf of one of their own, I wouldn't have been as forgiving, but as it stands house Hunter has nothing that I want, so I'm fine with only gaining a bit of goodwill from it's next lord.
"I'm glad to hear that Lord Corbray. While I have you here I must ask; Will you be participating in the joust tomorrow?" Gilwood asked.
"Of course Lord Hunter. I'll be up against more experienced riders, but what's life without a bit of adversity, eh?" I tell the aging lord.
"Haha!" The old heir laughed "If only everyone held such views before they grew too old to act on them!" Cool bro, but that pussy I just got damn near killed me, so can you get the fuck on?
"Well, I've taken enough of your time." I'll say, "Have a good night Lord Lyon." The Hunter heir said.
"You as well, Lord Hunter." I could have been a bit more personable, but I'm kind of tired, and Gilwood doesn't seem the type to hold a grudge over some perceived slight. He actually seems pretty cool, cooler than his brothers at least. When Harlan eventually kills their father, I might end up supporting Gilwood, if only to gain the support of one of the larger noble houses in the Vale.
Getting back to the room I'm staying in, I pull up my stats screen.
Lyon Corbray
LVL – 11
Class – Lord [10/25]
EXP –1348/11000
HP – 460 HPR= 3.8% per min
SP – 530 SPR= 4.4% per min
MP – 270 MPR= 3.1% per min
STR – 40
DEX – 37
END – 46
CON – 39
INT – 32
WIS – 34
CHA – 50 (+11)
Points – 14
Not long after getting here I got a perk for reaching 50 CHA. Marcy said she was working out the kinks for the perks I'd be receiving, but I'm pretty sure she just forgot.
Silver Tongue (Passive)
People with a positive opinion of you are far more likely to do as you say and consider the things you do normal, even if it goes against their own interests.
It's the reason no one batted an eye when I took Myranda back to her room without an escort. With the exception of like 5 people, everyone attending the tourney has a positive opinion of me in some way, whether it be because of my accomplishments with the mountain clansmen, or winning the melee I've made a good impression on the Lords and ladies of the Vale.
I haven't tested the limits of Silver Tongue yet, and hopefully I never have to. Still it got me wondering; What about my other stats? What perks can I get for STR? Or END?
I've got a stat crystal and 14 points, so I think it's time I found out. I don't have an inventory yet, but the stat crystal can be called upon whenever I want it.
+5 stat crystal
Crush this crystal to gain 5 stat points
Lyon Corbray
LVL – 11
Class – Lord [10/25]
EXP – 1348/11000
HP – 510 HPR= 4.4% per min
SP – 570 SPR= 5% per min
MP – 250 MPR= 3.2% per min
STR – 50
DEX – 37
END – 50
CON – 44
INT – 32
WIS – 34
CHA – 50 (+11)
Points – 0
RIP stat points, you will be missed. Was that the best decision I could have made? Probably not, but I'm going up against some of the best horse riders in Westeros tomorrow, so cut me some slack. I need all the STR and END I can get.
Don't forget your perks, master.
Not in a million years Marcy. But first, I'll put all of the combat skill levels into mounted combat.
+550 EXP+20%= 660 EXP!
Nice, now onto my spiffy new perks.
50 STR reached! Skill Bulk up rewarded!
Bulk Up (Passive/Active) LVL 1 (0%)
(Active) increases physical damage 5% and damage absorption by 1%
Cost: 10 SP per second
(Passive) Increases STR by 1%
I've seen that move before, but I don't know where. Fuck, it's a bit underwhelming compared to silver tongue, but it's a skill so it'll become more usable once I level it up a bit, right? As it stands I can only use it for about a minute before I run out of SP, and that's if I don't do anything else that might drain SP.
Whatever on to END.
Persistence Hunter (Passive)
Skills cost half as much SP to use. All END checks are halved.
Well those just two just go hand in hand, don't they? Now I can use it for nearly 2 minutes before I'm fucked. I guess I'm leveling Bulk up before I go to bed.
Yay...
-A Restrictive Game-
I was able to get in two hours of power leveling before I said fuck it and went to bed.
Bulk Up (Passive/Active) LVL 37 (79%)
(Active) increases physical damage 50% and damage absorption by 19%
Cost: 8 SP per second
(Passive) Increases STR by 37%
Not bad at all if I do say so myself, and with Persistence Hunter I can hold it for almost two and a half minutes, which is way longer than I'd need to in a fight. I figured out that I can use it in short bursts, since damage is done in a split second. The passive is a bit useless at the moment, since I'm capped at 50 STR, but once I break my limits It's gonna be a game changer.
I'm currently on my horse; a brown male Destrier, heading towards the jousting field. A few knights have already gone up. I think a knight from house Melcolm got beaten by Ser Vardis Egen, you know the guy Bronn killed in season one?
Right now I'm about to face off against Ser Ossifer Lipps, a big fucker with an even bigger gut. I remember him trying to flirt with Myranda during the feast yesterday, and I know he saw me take her away at the end of it, since he was lurking in the background waiting for an opportunity to do so himself. he's almost certainly looking to gain her favor by knocking me off my horse.
Too bad for him I guess, cuz I'm 'bout to end this mans whole career.
Riding onto the listfield I head over to the fence thing they use to keep the horses from running into each other, lance in my right hand, shield in my left.
Once we're given the go ahead we charge at each other, I activated bulk up a split second before we met in the middle, lances smacking into the others shield. My ironwood shield taking the blow like a champ, while Ossifer's wooden shield gained a large crack down the side from the impact.
Riding to the other end of the listfield and turning to the other side of it we charged at each other again, but I had the fuckers number this time. Right before we clashed, I activated bulk up, and angled my shield, so that his lance would slide off to the side, eliminating the impact I would have felt had I taken it head on.
My opponent wasn't so lucky, and Ossifer tooks the full force of the blow, shattering his shield, and knocking him off of his horse to the thunderous applause of the audience.
+1000 EXP+20%= 1200 EXP
Damn I'm good...
-POV change: Myranda-
The sight of Lyon sitting triumphant on the back of his steed after sending Ossifer to the ground was breathtaking. Ser Ossifer had made several lewd remarks during the feast last night, nearly all of them about her breasts. Although he wasn't the first man to do so, and he at least had the fact that he was deep in his cups as an excuse. Quite a few men were completely sober when they put their foot in their mouth like that, and he had the decency to apologize before the joust began.
Of course, that was right before asking for her favor to wear during the joust. Myranda declined of course, she wouldn't want to give the man any ideas after all, and the only man fit to wear her favor was her love anyhow.
Lyon, the man she gave her maidenhead to. As gallant as he was handsome, she grew to like him before the tourney even began, but Myranda knew she had to have him after the melee. Father did tell her to get close to him after all, not that she wasn't already planning to.
There are many eligible men her age in the Vale, but none as good of a prize as Lyon. She didn't expect to fall in love with him so quickly though. But the way he made her feel last night...
Words couldn't describe it. She had spoken with some of the older ladies visiting the Gates of the Moon before, and from what they had told her, she expected her first time to be extremely unpleasant. The pain they told her about came when he stuck it in for the first time, but it quickly faded as her love waited for her to adjust to his size.
Once that was over he introduced her to pleasures she never even knew existed.
Hearing the thunderous cheering of the crowd broke Myranda from her recollection of last nights escapades, bringing her attention back to the field where Ser Vardis and her love were getting ready to go at each other.
Was it the final round already? It was! And Lyon was still competing! Ser Vardis is an exemplary knight, although he was no longer a young man, but the point remains. He's an excellent rider and jouster, but Myranda already knew the outcome of this battle.
Her Lyon would win.
Holding her hands together while the two men dashed towards each other and clashed with a thunderous banging of lances on shields she winced. Neither man was holding back.
Three more tilts passed and Ser Vardis looked to be growing tired, while Lyon was still rearing to go. She gasped as Lyon suddenly gripped his lance with both hands, leaving himself unguarded before rushing full speed at Ser Vardis, who for his part kept his shield up.
Just like Ser Ossifer, Ser Vardis had his shield shattered at the hands of Her love, and was thrown from his horse.
She hadn't even realized she was cheering with the rest of the crowd until she had sat back down. By the seven, her love was truly amazing!
-A Restrictive Game-
Quest completed: [The Tourney]
Reward: 5000 EXP, +5 Stat Crystal, Increased Rep with all attendees
Bonus Objective 1 Completed
Reward: 4000 EXP, +8 to mounted combat
(9400+7540)+20% EXP= 23536/11000
LEVEL UPx2! +4 Stat points! +2 to all stats!
GG too EZ, no re. Fucking hell that was a rush though. I might have to enter tournaments like this more often, at least until I'm the king of the known world and beyond and no one in their right mind would lay a finger on me even if I asked them to. But by that point I'll have already moved on to the next world.
Speaking of which. Hey Marcy? Will I be able to come back here once I move on to the next world?
Yes sir. Whenever you go to a new world, any other worlds you have been to will 'pause' for lack of a better term, and you will be sent back to the point you left them should you return. You may change the pause function for any of these worlds should you wish to.
Awesome.
As time resumes, I notice Nestor Royce, Lyn, and Lyonel walking towards me. Odd, but I guess they wanted to congratulate me personally for winning the biggest event in the tournament personally. Nestor and Lyonel are in on Jon Arryn's plan, so this might just be another way to boost my renown in the vale. Which means...
Oh shit, I'm about to be knighted.
Taking off my helm as the three men came to a stop in front of me, all chatter came to an abrupt halt. Then, Nestor began speaking loudly so that everyone in attendance could hear.
"Lord Lyon" he began, "Your deeds have been recognized. You who have brought peace to the Vale, and have beaten men twice your age with decades of experience on the battlefield in not only the melee, but on the jousting field as well. There are none here who can question your valor."
Nestor pauses for a second before beckoning Lyn to him, who comes up to me, Lady Forlorn in hand as he does so.
"Kneel." Lyn orders, unsheathing Lady Forlorn and I do so eagerly. He then places the flat of the blade on my right shoulder, before speaking again.
"Lyon of House Corbray," He starts "In the name of the Warrior I charge you to be brave," He moves the ancestral weapon of our house to my left shoulder "In the name of the Father I charge you to be just," Back to the right "In the name of the Mother I charge you to defend the young and innocent, In the name of the Maid I charge you to protect all women, in the name of the Smith I charge you to remain steadfast, in the name of the Crone I charge you to exercise wisdom, in the name of the Stranger I charge you to uphold these vows until you draw your last breath."
And with that he raises Lady Forlorn from my shoulder "Arise, Lyon of House Corbray, a knight of the Seven Kingdoms."
Hidden Quest completed: A knight of the Seven Kingdoms
Objective: Become a knight
Reward: 7000 EXP, +7 to all major skills, +7 to all stats
(9793+6940)+20% EXP= 20616/13000
LEVEL UP! +2 Stat points! +1 to all stats
Wut? There are fucking hid- No, I'm not doing this right now. I'll deal with that later, I have an adoring crowd to pander to, so this hidden quest shit can fuck right off.
Looking through the crowd I spot Merka sitting next to her father and the other mountain clansmen that came with us, sporting a smile, but otherwise not giving a shit about my knighthood. And why would she? She's been raised in the mountains worshiping the old gods of the forest, traditions linked to the faith of the seven mean nothing to her.
My eyes finally spot Myranda, her hands clasped in anticipation. What for though? She's looking to my left and following her line of sight I see a castle servant holding a pillow with a crown of roses on it.
"And now our champion shall name the queen of love and beauty!" Lord Nestor announced.
Oh shit! I totally forgot that part.
Getting back on my horse I ride to the servant, and carefully pick up the crown of white roses, riding over to the stands where Myranda is sitting after doing so, all eyes following me.
Gently placing the crown of roses on her lap, I watch as she places it on her head with a teasing smile aimed at me. After what we did last night it would be downright insulting to her if I gave the crown to anyone else, and she knows that.
Although she still seems incredibly happy to receive it.
+30 Affection with Myranda Royce [100/100] for fulfilling a childhood dream of hers
+25 Obedience with Myranda Royce [65/100] for fulfilling a childhood dream of hers
Once again, I have to question where the obedience is coming from. Are most noblewomen THAT submissive? Or is it just her?
No one seems to have taken offense to me naming her the queen of love and beauty, although a few men and women are a bit put out by it. The men, I'm assuming because they wanted Myranda for themselves, which is understandable cuz she's fucking hot, and the women are probably upset because they were hoping I'd crown them instead.
Yeah right, no other woman here has tits like that. Although... A few of them are definitely worth a second look.
Later though, I don't want to get caught leering at other women so soon after professing my affection for another.
-A Restrictive Game-
Right, tonight's feast was where I was going to unveil the swords, and Nestor was more than happy to help out. I spent the feast seated to the right of Myranda, same as I had the night before, but this time Merka was here with us, sitting right next to me.
Sandwiched between two of the three beautiful women I'm fucking? Yes please. If only Trysta were here...
Merka seems upset though, probably from having to wear a dress so many days in a row, or propositions from other men maybe? I'll ask her later. Now that the two have been acquainted I'm definitely tapping both of their asses tonight.
All thoughts of a threesome are brought to a sudden halt as I hear three clanks coming from the head table, with the source being Nestor.
The moment of truth was finally here.
"Meet me in my quarters after the feast." I whisper to Myranda. To which she just nods, somewhat confused but playing along.
"Lords and Ladies of the Vale," The high steward addressed the room "As tonight is the final night of our celebration, Lord Lyon has has some words he'd like to share with all of us." He says as I walk over to him.
As I go to stand in front of the head table, seven servants come in holding items wrapped in cloth, which they then placed on a smaller table that was in put front of the head table before the feast began.
Picking up the item wrapped in the banner of House Corbray I unwrap it, revealing a sheathed sword.
Ravensheart +6: A Spellforged sword made by Lyon Corbray with blood magic. Ironwood shavings were used during the forging process making this blade resistant to all forms of fire and heat. The dual magical nature of this weapon makes it a good conduit for magical energies.
175 + 2.6x(STR + DEX) slashing and thrusting damage
110 + INTx1.6 Magic damage
MP – 4950/8000
Effects:
Complete Rust resistance
Complete Break Resistance
Complete Fire resistance
Bypasses all resistances
Blade never dulls or degrades
+800% damage to undead
Channeling MP along the blade will enable Sacred Flames buff.
"As those of you who served under me in the mountains of the moon might know, in the past year I've taken up smithing." I announced, holding the still sheathed sword with my left hand. I noticed a few of those in attendance roll their eyes, no doubt considering it a trade beneath a lord.
"I don't mean to boast, but I've become quite good at it." I pause for a second "Good enough, to make this." Unsheathing the blade and holding it up for all to see, everyone in the hall gazes in awe at the blade and its unique coloration, usually only found on Valyrian steel.
"Ravensheart. It's a bit on the nose I'm aware, but if the shoe fits..." I trail off.
"I had been attempting to recreate Valyrian steel for months, to no avail and was close to giving up." I 'recollect', everyone in attendance hanging on to my every word. "I prayed to the seven for guidance one night, and on the next day I was finally able to create my own spell-forged blade."
"I didn't just stop at one weapon of course." With that the eyes of many of the attendees widened as far as they could, anticipation building.
"With some of my worthiest battlefield companions in mind, I forged six more weapons, which I shall now present to their new owners."
Picking up the leftmost weapon I unwrapped it, revealing a sheathed arming sword with a hissing viper head in the middle of the crossguard and a brown leather grip.
All eyes turned to Terrance Lynderly, the now thirteen year old heir of his house growing nervous under the sudden attention before regaining himself, looking every inch the heir to a prominent noble house he is.
"Terrance Lynderly, although you were the youngest of those sent to fight, you matched men many years your senior in bravery and skill at arms." and that wasn't a lie, Terrance is no master sword fighter yet, but he isn't lacking skill either.
"For your valor I've decided to gift this blade to you, my friend." Terrance took the blade in his hands almost reverently unsheathing it revealing the light grey and green rippling blade coming out of the hissing viper head shaped crossguard, the fangs holding the blade between them.
"What will you call it, Lord Terrance?" I asked, to which he looked down at his new sword before looking at me.
"I'd like you to name it for me, Lord Lyon." And that was exactly why I picked Terrance first. Out of everyone I'm giving a new weapon to Terrance is most likely to ask me to name his sword. Once he asks me, everyone else will end up doing it to, if only because of the precedent Terrance set.
This isn't some sort of power play, I just really wanted to name these weapons.
"You honor me, my friend. Very well, only one name is worthy of your new blade; Lordsfang."
Lordsfang: A spell-forged arming sword gifted to Terrance Lynderly by Lyon Corbray. This blade is the first spell-forged weapon ever owned by house Lynderly.
100 + 2x( STR + DEX) slashing and thrusting Damage
MP: 0/500
Effects:
Complete Rust resistance
Complete Break Resistance
Bypasses 50% of all resistances
Blade never dulls or degrades
+500% damage to undead
Wounds dealt by this weapon can't be healed or closed for at least a day
Terrance takes his new sword with him and heads over to his father, who looks like he's never been prouder of his the commotion dies down, I pick up the next weapon, revealing another sheathed sword, a longsword this time, the crossguard bearing the nine stars on a golden saltire of House Templeton.
This time, the focus was on Luceon Templeton, the only person who could receive a weapon bearing his houses sigil from me.
"Luceon Templeton, you were without a doubt the greatest fighter during the Battle of the burning mountain, Slaying the fiercest Red Hand of the Burned men single handedly. It was an honor fighting beside you." I praise the slightly older man, giving him his new sword as I do so.
Unsheathing the blade he gazed in awe at the silver and light gold speckled blade, so unlike the signature darkness of Valyrian steel.
Turning back to me, the future knight of Ninestars asked me the question I had been anticipating "What is its name, Lord Lyon?".
"Brightstar." A bit derivative given the fact that the Lannister's lost Valyrian steel sword was named Brightroar, but no one seems to mind. Hell, Luceon looks like he loves the name.
Brightstar: A spell-forged longsword made by Lyon Corbray for Luceon Templeton. A worthy weapon for any knight of Ninestars.
100 + 2x (STR + DEX) slashing and thrusting Damage
MP: 0/500
Effects:
Complete Rust resistance
Complete Break Resistance
Bypasses 50% of all resistances
Blade never dulls or degrades
+500% damage to undead
Glows in battle and deals 15% more damage
Next up, "Ser Andar Royce. For your council and battlefield experience it is my honor to present you with this-" I announced holding up a polished bronze bastard sword with a faint darker rippling modeled after the Rune Sword from Demon's souls, although the crossguard was extended farther and I've inscribed house Royce's words, 'We Remember' in the runic language of the first men.
As far as spell-forged swords in this world go? The design is rather tame compared to some of the others. I've seen a drawing of Nightfall before, it's fucking weird looking, even if it's really cool.
"In my experiments with spell-forging I've found that bronze is an excellent metal for it." I address the room, wanting to assuage any doubts about the sword's usefulness.
"Although Bronze is weaker than even iron, when spell-forged it becomes a blade equal to any other of its kind." And that isn't a lie either. Bronze is a really good conduit for magic. Even better than steel, though its a far softer metal by nature which only puts it about on par with the other swords.
Magic is weird like that.
"It's incredible Lord Lyon, it would be an honor to have you name it for me." Andar said.
"Remembrance." I told him, pulling inspiration from his house's words. Andar has more simple tastes than the others from what I can remember. So the name should please him.
"A excellent name, friend." He told me before returning to his seat.
Remembrance: A spell-forged bronze sword made by Lyon Corbray for Ser Andar Royce. Bronze is a better material for spell-forging than even steel, but is a naturally inferior metal for weapons crafting. Named after House Royce's words "We Remember" which are inscribed on the blade in First Men runes.
85 +2.15x(STR+INT) slashing and thrusting damage
MP: 0/250
Effects:
Complete oxidization resistance
Complete break resistance
Bypasses 50% of all resistances
Blade never dulls or degrades
+750% Damage to undead
25% damage reduction when held
Awesome, who's next?
Taking the next bundle from the pile I can already tell who this one's going to by the feel alone. A large full metal Warhammer. Spell-forged metals are much lighter than any other metal in the world, which is why I made the whole thing out of it.
"Prestan Wydman!" I announce, watching as the man himself comes up to receive his gift.
"Hahaha!" The giant laughs, "You honor me, friend!" Hell yeah I do.
Taking the weapon I offered him, Prestan marvels at it, it was dark grey and silver, yet still shined with a radiance only magic can achieve. For once, a weapon I made bore the distinctive smoky texture of Valyrian steel. At least when it wasn't being weird. Valyrian steel tends to get weird at times, Red Rain being the first example that came to mind.
"And what is her name, my friend?" The second son of House Wydman asked. I bet his older brother is fuming right now
Only one name comes to mind. "Knightbreaker." I tell him, some of the lords in attendance sharing looks, understanding the reference I was making.
Knightbreaker: A Warhammer spell-forged by Lyon Corbray for Prestan Wydman. Named for House Wydman's origins where its founder unhorsed five knights from the Westerlands and the Vale and was knighted for it.
125 + 4xSTR damage
MP: 0/500
Effects:
Complete rust resistance
Complete break resistance
Bypasses 50% of all resistances
+500% damage against undead
Can cause miniature tremors in a localized area when striking the ground
"HA!" Prestan laughed, loving every bit of it. House Wydman is incredibly proud of their origins after all, and they're right to be.
As he goes to sit down I pick up the second to last weapon, another longsword, although with a slightly thinner blade than normal, the crossguard silver and in the shape of wings, the center bearing a field of red and white diamonds, House Hardyng's coat of arms.
"Harrold Hardyng." I announce, and the head of House Hardyng rose from his seat, coming to stand before me. "Your skill at arms is great, your gift of gab even greater." At that everyone in the room laughed even though the joke wasn't that funny, Fuckin suck ups.
"But the main reason I'm giving you this blade is because you were a true friend to me from the very beginning. I'm honored to call you my cousin." I told him, with the sincerest tone I could manage.
I like the guy well enough don't get me wrong, but I've never been the type to outright say mushy shit like that, especially in front of a crowd.
Harrold takes the blade, unsheathing it to reveal its silver and red rippled blade.
"Thank you cousin." Harrold said, clasping my arm "Would you do me the honor of naming my new blade?"
"Virtue, its name will be Virtue." I couldn't think of anything else, okay? Lay off.
Virtue: Spell-forged for Harrold Hardyng by his cousin Lyon Corbray, this blade pays homage to Harrolds ties to House Arryn with its Wing shaped crossguard.
100 + 2x(STR + DEX) slashing and thrusting damage
MP: 0/500
Effects:
Complete Rust resistance
Complete Break Resistance
Bypasses 50% of all resistances
Blade never dulls or degrades
+500% damage to undead
+25% to movement and reaction speed when held.
Harrold seems to like it though, so it's all good.
Now for what will be the most controversial choice. This time the weapon in question was a broadsword, the blade thick at the base, tapering off into a thin point at the tip. The crossguard was basic, the center in the shape of a mountain pointing towards the hilt. Longer than a shortsword, but not quite the length of an arming sword. It was sheathed in a hard leather scabbard.
I based the design off of a sword I saw once in my past life, the Albion Principe, a sword that many agreed was extremely forgiving thanks to its amazing cutting edge.
The swords may be spell-forged, but good craftsmanship is still good craftsmanship. And if you didn't know, then now you know, you know?
"Merka, Daughter of Merk." I proclaim, to shocked and in some cases angry faces. Aww, are you upset about not getting a new toy? Too fucking bad, my cocksleeve is worth more than you, which means she gets a spiffy new sword and the rest of you can all go fuck yourselves.
But yeah, she isn't the best swordswoman around, so that's why I'm giving her the easy mode sword.
"Without your aid, we might still be in the mountains of the moon to this day, our task unfinished. Without your word, none of the other clans would have been willing to speak with us, let alone trust us. Your skill with a blade put many of the men with us to shame." None of that was untrue by any means. Like I said before, she's decent with a sword, just not particularly noteworthy compared to the others that got a spell-forged blade.
"None are more deserving than you." Many of the nobles in attendance were pacified by my logic though, not that I care.
Merka, who had come up while I was speaking, looked stunning in her dress. It was black with red lacing and accents, the sleeves were long and frilled. The dress was form fitting, but not scandalously so. Her hair had grown since we met, now reaching her upper back, and was pulled into a loose pony tail today, the rest of it falling around her face. Her green eyes were as lively as ever, although she still looked a bit upset, she forced it down like I trained her to.
Good girl.
Offering her the blade she unsheathed it, marveled at its blue and grey blade before she assumed a stance and took a few practice swings, impressing some of the more martially inclined in attendance with her ability. It was more than they expected from a woman, let alone a mountain clanswoman.
"Harbinger." She stated, eyes on the sword as she did so. "Its name is Harbinger." Yeah, I kind of expected her to name the sword herself. I'm glad though, since I had no idea what I was going to call it. Mountain-shaker? Snowfall? Ooh, that was a good one!
Harbinger +3: A spell-forged broadsword made for Merka, daughter of Merk by her lover Lyon Corbray. Of the six weapons forged by Lyon Corbray as a reward for services rendered during the "Mountain war", this blade is the most powerful, second only to the first of its kind.
1 + 2.3x(STR + DEX) slashing and thrusting damage
65 + INTx1.3 magic damage
MP: 0/1000
Effects:
Complete rust resistance
Complete break resistance
Complete fire resistance
Bypasses 80% of all resistances
Blade never dulls or degrades
+650% damage to undead
Channeling MP along the blade will enable the Flame weapon buff
What? My kid's gonna use this sword someday, I wasn't gonna fuck around and nerf it like all the others. The flame weapon buff is just a nerfed version of Sacred flames that doesn't do magic damage and can't shoot a Getsuga Tensho. It does half fire damage too, but at +3 it's doing 4 fire damage per MP almost as much as sacred flames did before I started upgrading Ravensheart.
"An excellent name." I told her, getting back to the matter at hand.
"Thank you my lord, for your generosity." Merka bowed. She wasn't even on the level of the lowest nobility, so she couldn't refer to me by name in front of so many lords and ladies. She knew her place.
"My thanks to Lord Nestor, for allowing me the opportunity to gift these weapons to their new owners, to all those who aided me in the Mountains, and to our new friends, the mountain clansmen of the Vale." With that Merka and I went back to our seats next to Myranda, the room exploding in activity as we did so.
Those who were given weapons by me were swarmed by lords and ladies alike, hoping to either get a closer look at said weapons, or arrange a betrothal between their daughters and the blades owners. Even those with little to inherit like Prestan were being approached. That's how valuable spell-forged weaponry is, that lords, ladies, and landed knights alike were offering their most beautiful daughter along with a generous dowry up to a second son of a relatively minor house.
Many men who couldn't tell that I owned her were coldly rebuffed by Merka, the more persistent ones were threatened.
As for me? I politely told anyone with price inquiries to fuck off, but not before subtly letting them know that I valued loyalty above coin.
You may be wondering how I was able to get those extra effects onto the weapons. I just… Thought about them when I was forging each weapon. I intended for the effects to be a bit stronger than they were, but I guess my blood magic wasn't at a high enough level for that. Still, they're magic swords that have more obvious effects than valyrian steel. Once word gets out that they can do some crazy shit Valyrian steel will be considered obsolete.
And just like that I took the first true step to becoming the most powerful man on the planet.
-A Restrictive Game-
After all the commotion died down, and the feast with it, I took Merka with me back to my temporary quarters, a few of the lords still in attendance gave me knowing looks but did little else. Still, bringing her with me seemed to have eased her bad mood, until she noticed Myranda, waiting for me like I instructed her to.
"What the fuck is this?!" Merka cried out pointing at Myranda.
The fuck? Is this bitch serious? That's what she was mad about this whole time?
"I'm a bit confused as well my love. What's going on?" Myranda questioned me, confused by the other woman's presence. That seemed to set Merka off even more though.
"Your love?!" Oh boy here we go. "He isn't your love you stupid cow titted-" I cut her off before she can finish though.
"Sit!" I command her, and like the well trained bitch she is Merka obeys before she even realized what she was doing, sitting down on the bed.
"Wha-" Merka starts to talk, a bewildered look in her eyes once she realizes what just happened.
"Be quiet!" I command once again, before turning to Myranda.
"I'm believe I owe you an explanation, my dear." I start in a gentle voice, putting all 50 points of charisma and Silver Tongue to use. "Merka here, is my pet." I explain to her. "I was hoping to share a nice night with the both of you, at least until Merka forgot her place."
"I- I need to... I don't-" Okay, she isn't angry, and I haven't lost any affection that's a good start. Now to go in for the kill.
Getting closer to her, I snaked my left arm around her waist while holding her left hand with my right, and brought her against my chest.
"Myranda, my love. You're my woman aren't you?" I asked her, staring into her eyes, already knowing the answer.
+15 Obedience with Myranda Royce [80/100] for reminding her that she's your woman
"Yes, my love, Always." She responded without a moment of hesitation, face flushed as she stared back.
"I'm glad." I tell her, going in for a kiss. Myranda responds eagerly, not at all caring that there's another woman in the room.
"But, you're my man aren't you?" She asked after pulling back from the kiss. Shit, I was hoping that the kiss was all it took. Looks like I gotta break it to her.
"I am... My own man." I tell her, not enjoying the hurt look on her face, or what came after.
-10 Affection with Myranda Royce [90/100] You know why
Yeah, I do... Shit I gotta turn this around somehow.
"But that doesn't change anything. I still love you, Myranda. And I'm hoping you can come to love Merka, and any other woman I bring to bed too." I said to Myranda, putting her on the spot.
"But... It's not right." She feebly told me, turning away, yet not even fooling herself. She's being convinced, now I just have to go in for the kill.
"Why not? I love you both, so what's the problem?" Letting her direct the conversation, and basically gaslighting her is the way to go.
I never said I was a good person.
"A man and a woman must remain faithful to one another." Ah, religious teachings, thankfully they're teachings that come from the Seven pointed star.
"My love, I haven't lied to you once since we've met. I've been faithful, both to you and Merka. Merka already knows that I lay with other women, she's joined many times in fact." I love technicalities, don't you? I never lied to Myranda, in fact I'm straight up telling her that I fuck other women.
"Yes, but... It's wrong." She didn't even try to question the absolute bullshit that just came out of my mouth.
"My love, The Targaryen's took more than one woman to wife, The Ironborn take salt wives, lords across the realm are unfaithful to their wives and take mistresses. So why can't we love each other? Tell me honestly; Are you truly upset about me laying with other women? Can you truly not see yourself loving me, even after everything we've done together? After I named you my queen of love and beauty?" I ask with a hurt look on my face.
I'm a massive piece of shit, but judging by the look on Myranda's face I'm a massive piece of shit that's about to have another threesome.
"No, Lyon! I can love you through anything, I swear!" Oh thank god! There's no way I was gonna let Myranda go, but I wasn't about to pass up on the prime tail Westeros has to offer me.
"Good, now let's deal with our disobedient pet, shall we?" I rhetorically ask, turning to Merka who stood quiet the entire time, not having it in her to disobey a direct command from me. There's no way that would have worked if I didn't have Silver Tongue, but I do, so it did.
"A-alright, my love." Myranda agrees, holding onto me as we go over to Merka, who remembered that she could speak and decided that she had rights all of a sudden.
"What the fuck do you mean 'discipline'? I'm not letting you do shit to me whi-" "Quiet." I cut her off.
And just like that the well trained slave sometimes known as Merka, shuts her mouth, obediently waiting for the next order.
"Look at you. So defiant until you master starts paying attention to you again." I mock her as I stroke her face "Is that why you were so upset? You thought I was replacing you?" I ask, but Merka remains silent.
"Answer me." I demand the untalkative woman.
"Yes, my lord." She answered, looking ashamed of how easily she gave in.
"No one can replace you. You're a good little bitch, aren't you?" There's only one right answer to that question, and she damn well better know it.
"Yes, my lord." She repeats, still ashamed, but clearly growing aroused. Trysta and I taught her well.
"You didn't even have to think before you obeyed me. It makes you happy when I order you around, doesn't it." That last part wasn't a question. It was a fact.
"Yes, my love." She says, not even noticing the slip of tongue.
"She's a good girl isn't she?" I ask Myranda.
"Yes, the b-bitch knows her place." The top heavy lady said. Aww, she's playing along.
"Now be a dear, and take it out for me 'Randa." Let's see just how far she's willing to go. Myranda is turning out to be an absolute treat so far.
Fishing my cock out of my trousers, Myranda took the initiative and started stroking me, my tip inches from Merka's face.
Merka started licking her lips, conditioned to take my cock at the drop of a hat, and stuck her tongue out looking to get a taste. Myranda quickly angled my dick upwards keeping Merka's disobedient tongue from its prize, still stroking me all the while.
"Ah ah ah!" Myranda chided the mountain girl, getting more and more into it by the second.
"Only good girls get a reward. Are you a good girl?" God damn, I'm loving every second of this.
Merka who's lost nearly all sense of reason at this point nods, face flushed and eyes unfocused.
"Say it. Say you're a good girl." Myranda orders, as she jerked me off. I hadn't been idle either, my hands groping Myranda's prodigious breasts.
"I'm a good girl! I'm a good girl! So please, give it to me!" She begged, sliding one hand to her breast, and the other under her dress.
"Well, since you asked so nicely..." Myranda trails off, before grabbing Merka by the back of her head with her free hand, and aiming my cock towards her mouth.
"Fuuuck." I groan as Merka starts sucking me with more vigor than she ever had before. Being my bitch for the past half a year made Merka extremely skilled with her tongue. She can go down on both myself and Trysta with such skill that a even veteran whore in the highest class brothel would find herself lacking in comparison.
But this? This is next level compared to the head she usually gives. Thank god for END.
"My love." Myranda addresses me, grabbing my attention a split second before I'm pulled into a deep kiss. The Royce woman and I made out, Merka worshiping my cock all the while.
Pulling up Myranda's dress I start groping her ass while we're kissing, the thicc woman let out a cute moan as I did so. She's completely gotten over any reservations she may have had about the situation.
After a few minutes of sucking face with Myranda, and getting my dick sucked by Merka, the Royce woman once again took initiative, pulling me away from Merka's warm mouth and pushing me onto the bed.
"Merka's a good girl now, but she still needs to be punished, doesn't she my love?" Myranda questioned as she pulled her breasts out of her dress, hiking her skirt up as she climbed on top of me, pushing her underwear to the side and angling my shaft towards her wet slit.
"Watch." Myranda ordered Merka, before enveloping my cock with her warm folds. Myranda shuddered, and then started riding me like she didn't just lose her virginity yesterday. The girl's a natural. I took off my vest and undershirt, not wanting to sweat through them.
"Mmmn yes!" Myranda purred "I'm riding your man and all you can do is watch!" She mocked Merka who was desperately jilling herself off on the corner of the bed. Oh damn... Myranda's like that, huh? Guess I misjudged her.
Merka was loving it though, the shame and arousal making her jill herself even harder. Apparently she's a cuckqueen. Who knew?
While the two women were having their byplay I was holding onto Myranda's hips for dear life.
"Lyoooon!" Myranda moaned, cumming hard, and nearly triggering my own orgasm.
Riding the high of her first orgasm of the night Myranda leaned down to kiss me, slowing down considerably so that we could just enjoy each other.
For the next few minutes the only sounds that could be heard from within the room were the soft kisses Myranda and I shared, the sweet nothings she'd whisper as we made love, and Merka's furious schlicking.
Deciding to pick up the pace I tightened my grip on Myranda's hips and began thrusting into her with reckless abandon. The woman herself was caught off guard and let out a cute squeak into my mouth.
Pulling away from Myranda I turn my attention to Merka, who at this point had already cum twice and was still going strong, but I decided it was time to put her to use.
"Come over here Merka." I ordered, and she did so immediately, crawling across the bed to us. I then pulled her in for a deep kiss which she eagerly accepted, groping her toned ass all while Myranda was still riding me.
Licking her mouth she allowed me access and our tongues began to fight for dominance. A fight that Merka quickly lost. Any fight for dominance in the bedroom is one that Merka will lose, even if she's capable of winning.
Feeling my orgasm building I tried to warn Myranda, but she wasn't having it, saying "I'll drink moon tea my love!" while riding me even faster than before.
With a loud groan I let loose inside of her eager pussy, her slit milking me for all I was worth.
END check [50/12.5]
Good, 'cause I'm nowhere near done yet.
Pulling Myranda off of me, I sit her on my lap facing Merka, who knows what I'm about to make her do, but waits for me to tell her.
Myranda gave me a questioning glance from over her shoulder, but I just spread her folds open, my seed beginning to escape.
"A good girl deserves a reward, doesn't she?" And just like that Merka almost rushes in between Myranda's legs to claim her prize. Lapping up my seed like an animal, while also making sure not to neglect Myranda, playing with her clit the way Trysta and I taught her to.
+10 Obedience with Merka, daughter of Merk [100/100] for completely dominating her mind, body, and heart
I fucking love my new life.
-A Restrictive Game-
Waking up to my favorite mountain girl cuddling me in her sleep was always fun. Myranda couldn't stay unfortunately, since it wouldn't be a good look for a lady and I was too tired to convince her that no one would give a fuck, since I had Silver Tongue and all.
I should check out my stats again... I did get a lot of shit thrown at me yesterday after all.
Lyon Corbray
LVL – 14
Class – Lord [13/25]
EXP – 7617/14000
HP – 530 HPR= 4.7% per min
SP – 570 SPR= 5% per min
MP – 350 MPR= 4.2% per min
STR – 50(+10)
DEX – 47
END – 50(+10)
CON – 50(+4)
INT – 42
WIS – 44
CHA – 50 (+21)
Points – 6
Well, well, well. My DEX is just begging for that final push so you already know what the FUCK goin' on! And while I'm at it I'll bring INT up to a nice 45. Now I eagerly await my new perks.
...
I said, I eagerly await my new perks, Marcy!
Hold on master, I'm thinking of something
Fine, I'll give you a lit-
K, I'm done.
50 DEX reached! Skill Agility rewarded!
Agility (Passive/Active) LVL 1(0%)
Active: Increases movement and reaction speed by 15% for 1 minute (Stacks up to three times)
Cost: 30 MP
Passive: increases DEX by 1%
Fucking Pokémon! That's where this move and Bulk Up are from! Fuck, that's been bugging me for days. Agility looks like a cast and forget move rather than a constant drain on my reserves, which is neat I suppose. It stacks too. Agility was a psychic type move in the games, which is probably why it uses MP instead of SP.
What that means for me, however, is that I can use both Bulk Up and Agility at the same time without draining one of my vitals dry.
50 CON reached! Perk Battle Regen rewarded!
Battle Regen (Passive)
MAX+50% to HP, SP, and MP regen while in battle
Oh shit, that's not bad at all. With Battle Regen and Persistence Hunter I'll be able to use my skills for way longer than I would otherwise. Nice.
Feeling Merka stirring beside me I dismiss my character sheet and wait for her to wake up.
"G'morning." She sleepily mumbled into my chest, her dark locks covering her face.
"Good morning to you too. I figured you'd be asleep for longer after what we got up to last night." I told her, reminding her of last night's festivities.
Merka responds ever so eloquently by throwing a pillow at my face.
"So that's how it's gonna be, eh?" And just like that a war the likes Westeros has never seen before had begun.
Bonus Scene: Iron From Ice Part 1
"The King in the North! The King in the North! The King in the North!" How did this happen? No really, how?
Maybe I should start at the beginning. See, when it was time to choose which house I was going to be reincarnated into, I ended up choosing house Forrester. They've got a massive supply of Ironwood I can experiment with, and I wanted to know what was so valuable about the Forrester Greatsword.
Was it just some regular ass sword that had was given way too much importance by its owners? Or was it some sort of pseudo Valyrian steel that no one has been able to replicate since? Well I got my answer.
Forrester Greatsword +10: The coveted Greatsword of house Forrester, forged by its founder Gerrhard the tall, a warrior blacksmith who spent his life experimenting with the many strange materials found throughout the North. This blade is the culmination of his life's work, and its true potential can only be teased out by one who is experienced in magic.
300 + 3.5x(STR+END) slashing and thrusting damage
100 + INTx2 Magic Damage
MP:MAX
Effects:
Complete rust Resistance
Complete break Resistance
Bypasses 75% of all resistances
Blade never dulls or degrades
+250% damage against the undead
Channeling MP along the blade will enable the Ice from Iron buff
Ice from iron coats the sword in enchanted ice which was extremely effective against the dead as I'd come to find out, and lets me sling it at anyone I want, which was really helpful once shit started going south.
See, I was reborn into house Forrester as the third son of Gregor and Elissa Forrester. Geralt Forrester was born near the end of 279 AC -and no I didn't pick that name- only two years after his older brother Asher, and four after his olderst brother Rodrik. I found myself dropped in 6 years before canon started, in the middle of 292 AC. Since the North was in the center of everything that would happen Marcy decided I needed some prep time.
I was all for it, since it would give me more time to check out the Forrester greatsword and see what made it tick.
Unfortunately I was dropped in at Bear Island where Geralt was being fostered. The story behind that was that my mother decided I needed time away from Gregor after I knocked one of his teeth out for exiling Asher.
Yeah, Talion was a fucking hothead before I took over, although since his feelings for his family carried over to me to an extent I was inclined to agree that Gregor deserved it.
Where were we? Oh, right! Bear island. So I was here to learn from the king simp himself Jorah Mormont, who was unfortunately the loser ass book version instead of the badass Iain Glen show version.
So, Simp lord taught me how to fight like a knight every now and then, fitting me up with armor and shit, which is cool. Even the shitty book Jorah knows his shit when it comes to fighting so I'm not about to pass up the opportunity to learn from him when his wife wasn't being a bitch.
About half a year in I start noticing Jorah acting suspect as fuck, and with a bit of Skinchanging I found out that he started selling slaves to pay for his wife's tastes, which I had been waiting for.
Espionage is stupidly easy when you can see through the eyes of an animal.
My charisma wasn't crazy high yet, but it was sitting at a respectable 32 so I was able to get Jorah's wife and the other Mormont women to warm up to me.
Jorah's wife, Lynesse Hightower was easy, just throw around some comments about House Forrester's ironwood business bringing in that sweet coin and the gold digger soon started trying to get on my good side.
The Mormont women? A bit harder to pull off, but after a few months spent sparring and hunting with them, I could tell they trusted me.
So when the time came to "reluctantly" expose my mentor? They ate that shit up, not even realizing that I didn't give a shit about the loser, and Jorah had no time to grab his wife when he dipped to Essos.
So, where did that leave me? Well, Eddard Stark who had come to execute the disgraced Mormont offered me a reward for exposing him, anything I could ask for that he could reasonably grant. I asked to pick out a land of my own to develop at a later date.
Once you get good enough with Greensight, you can exert some degree of control over the things you see, and can even do it without having to dream. So after half a year of power leveling the skills the old Gods granted me? Yeah, I was more than good enough. Good enough to pick out the land that had the most valuable resources at least.
I was already the son of a lord, and despite my young age I was an expert combatant, thanks to the boon of the Old gods boosting all of my skills right from the jump. That combined with my deeds and the fact that there was a serious lack of oversight in the North led to Eddard agreeing to my request.
Once I reached my majority AKA 16 years old, I'd leave Bear Island and travel the lands held personally by house Stark to pick out the piece of it I'd rule over in their name.
The next few years were spent at Bear Island learning how to rule alongside Dacey Mormont, who was to be the next to lead House Mormont after her mother Maege.
We grew close in those years, and yes I do mean "Close". I had grown "Close" with Lynesse too before she had to go back to Oldtown.
After my stay at Bear Island was over I toured the land, eventually choosing where I'd settle.
And thus House Forrester of Sea Dragon Point was born. Why Sea Dragon Point? Easy, it was close enough to Bear Island, and I got a small part of the wolfswood too, but the big reason? There were a lot of ore veins there, like A LOT. Unfortunately there wasn't any gold or silver, but there was a fuckton of iron and copper waiting for me.
Before I began developing my new land, I went back to the Ironrath to say my goodbyes. Gregor was saddened, but didn't offer much at first other than a bag of ironwood acorns to get me started.
Elissa was both proud and near tears, not wanting to let her third son go so soon after her second. She seemed to blame Gregor for her children leaving her which was kind of funny to watch.
My siblings were sad to see me go, especially Mira and Ethan who Geralt was closest to, but resolved to make the most out of the time we had left together.
One month later all the arrangements were made and I was ready to leave, I got the surprise of a lifetime when Gregor handed me the Forrester Greatsword. He said he was lending it to me for my lifetime, to be returned to House Forrester of the Ironrath upon my passing.
Looking to Rodrik to see what he thought about the whole thing he told me that he didn't care all that much. Greatswords were never his thing even if he was trained to hold one, and as far as he's concerned it was just a regular ass sword.
His loss.
So there I was, the lord of Sea dragon point, people were migrating in droves once word of the copper and Iron veins got out, and I was well on my way to building the greatest city Westeros had ever seen.
When I first became the lord of Sea Dragon Point I had about 1000 peasants to rule over with less than 300 of them able combatants. Two years later? I had the main keep of my castle done with more to come, a port town with over six thousand people living in it, a profitable mining business, an army 2,000 strong and growing patrolling my land and well over 10,000 gold dragons in my coffers from all of the inventions I plagiarized.
Lord Stark was even considering extending my rule to the Stony Shore once I had shown him all the progress I made.
Wood block printing? I did that. Cement? I own that. Blast furnaces? I made that. Indoor plumbing? I invented that with some help admittedly. Going on frequent hunts and dealing with the occasional Ironborn raiders that would pop up netted me enough EXP over the years to push me past my peak human limits.
Once Canon rolled around I more than ready for whatever the world had to throw at me.
Geralt Forrester
LVL – 68
Class – [Lord 67/75]
EXP – 73%
HP – 3400 HPR= 18.3% every 15 Seconds
SP – 3660 SPR= 17% every 15 seconds
MP – 3500 MPR= 17.5% every 15 seconds
STR – 164
DEX – 163
END – 183
CON – 170
INT – 175
WIS – 168
CHA – 200 (+15)
Points – 104
After nearly three weeks Chapter 6 is finally complete. Imma be honest and say I didn't even start writing this chapter until about two weeks ago and got the bulk of it done in the past week. It would have been out two days ago, but I had shit to do.
So about this chapter, or more specifically Myranda's role in it; I intended to have her become a part of the harem since as early as Chapter 1. We don't get much to go on as far as looks go in the book other than the fact that she's incredibly busty, so I took that and ran. She wasn't married to an elderly lord for reasons that will be explored soon. The part where Lyon convinced her to go along with him fucking other girls was... I'm pretty sure it's the weakest part of the chapter. There is no way any real woman would be convinced by that, but Lyon has 50 CHA and a perk that lets him cheat in that regard, so there ya go. If any of you can think of a better way to make that scene go let me know and I might go back and change it.
Merka once again gets dommed by another woman, her humiliation fetish winning out over her outrage.
I hope you all liked the bonus scene, I took inspiration from A Farmer's Tale, a really good fanfic in the ASOIAF section. You guys should check it out if you haven't already. I wanted to get to the point where the MC, Geralt Forrester this time, was crowned King in the North, but I ended up getting too deep into it before then. He could have kept Jorah from escaping, but that would have led to Daenerys not having him around to protect her. So as always the Gamer MC is thinking with his dick.
How does the updated stat sheet I used for Geralt look? By the time Lyon breaks his peak human limits he'll have his Level EXP shown in percentages rather than a straight number.
Official timeline for Iron from Ice goes like this:
279 AC- Geralt Forrester is born
281 AC- Geralt comes down with the pox, this event would normally kill him, but thanks to the MC choosing Geralt to reincarnate into he survives
292 AC- Asher Forrester is exiled to Essos after getting caught with Gwyn Whitehill to prevent a war between their two houses. Geralt Forrester gets into a fight with his father Gregor over this decision, calling him a coward that can't even protect his family, and knocks one of his teeth out. Elissa Forrester arranges for Geralt to be sent to Bear Island to be fostered by Ser Jorah Mormont.
293 AC- Geralt exposes Jorah Mormont as a slaver and is awarded his own land to rule over by Ned Stark.
295 AC- Geralt chooses Sea Dragon Point and its surrounding lands to rule over, and returns to the Ironrath to say goodbye to his family before going off to rule. Gregor Forrester lends the Forrester Greatsword to Geralt for his lifetime.
298 AC- Jon Arryn dies. Geralt has since developed his land into one of the most profitable in the North, second only to White Harbor, although House Forrester of Sea Dragon Point isn't anywhere near as rich as House Manderly since Geralt is still developing the area.
let me know what you all think about the Bonus scene. Is it too similar to A farmer's tale? Was there not enough detail? Did I fuck up at some point?
As always
~Get Creamed On~
