The Carnival of Masks [All PCs invited, King's Landing]

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The Carnival of Masks

The rumours spread like wildfire across King's Landing.  They burned from the tallest shining tower to the lowest darkest den.  Indeed, not since the revelries of the Black Septon of Duskendale was there any celebration rumoured to be it's like.  Nobles and others of wealth and power were to gather under a full moon at a secret location to engage in a night of unbridled debauchery behind masks of gold and silver.  Septon in their pulpits denounced the rumours while secretively scrambling to buy entrance.  Nobles dismissed the rumours as nonsense while preparing their costumes with increasing excitement.  The candle makers in Chandler street denied all knowledge of any such iniquitous events while working at a feverous pace and recruiting any labour they could lay hands on. It was even rumoured that Prince Aegon would be attending, although those around him deny it vehemently.

As the sun set, they gathered and waited in their costumes and their carriages, small intricately painted favours in their gloved hands that would allow them entrance.  The ruined monastery of the Holy Maiden sat on a small island across the lake.  The once great building neglected after the monks had been deposed by the Faith Militant for their decadent practices.  

While the many costumed assembled waited, the Imp Mushroom scampered and pranced about the group; the large phallus shaped mushroom perched on his head even more grotesque than his usual codpiece.  He wore a gold mask of comedy, punctuated by a long and slimy tongue that protruded from it.  The wet fleshy thing hung well past his waist, nearly reaching his gaudy rainbow coloured codpiece adorned with seven stars.  He danced among the gathering, glittering assembly waggling the thing towards the nether regions of any who caught his eye before scampering off to look for another victim.

As the minutes of waiting wore on, some of those gathered began to worry they had been duped, but as the final rays of sun faded behind the walls, the monastery blazed into life! Brazers roared sending red sparks into the air.  Hundreds of lanterns appeared, floating across the lake or on the gentle wind.  Fireworks shot upwards and sparkled across the sky like silver lace.  A cheer rose up in the crowd as small lanterned boats made their way across the lake; each bearing an impeccably dressed servant and a guard, masked, hooded and armoured in black.  

The Carnival of Masks had begun.


[Cost to enter this event is narratively 25 GD, but it is assumed that all PCs have the wherewithal to either pay that or obtain an entrance favour in other ways.]

Costumes: It is expected most will come in costume and hide their identity.  You may roll a Deception (Disguise) test.  You may 'take your time' for this test.  For each GD you spend, you may add +1 to this test (max 10).   If you do hide your identity, your Status rank is equal to the number of successes you gain on this test (max 4), not your normal Status rank.  Top three rolls win 400 GD, 200 GD, and 100 GD respectively at the end of the evening provided you have not been unmasked before the official close of the event.

You may choose to come in costume, but not hide your identity.  You keep your normal Status.  You are considered unmasked. After the event, you take a penalty to Status tests equal to your Status rank for a number of weeks equal to your Status rank.  You cannot roll for Opportunist, cannot roll for another faction in Politicking, and take a -1D in Gambling and Information Gathering.

If you choose to come without a costume, you are barred entrance unless you make a Status (Reputation) test to barge in, Stealth (Sneak) to sneak in, or Deception (Bluff)/Persuasion (any) to schmooze past the guards, TN 18.  You keep your Status.  You are considered unmasked. After the event, you take a penalty to Status tests equal to your Status rank for a number of weeks equal to your Status rank.  You cannot roll Opportunist, cannot roll for another faction in Politicking, and take a -1D for all event tests except Drinking.

Drinking (mandatory):  There is much drinking going on.   Will (Dedication) test TN12 not to drink to excess.  You may willingly fail this test if you wish.  Endurance (Resilience) test TN12 not to pass out at the end of the evening if you do fail the Will test (willingly or not).  Those who make their Will test gain +1D to Awareness tests but a -1D to Persuasion tests for the evening; they are viewed as not joining in the fun.  Those who fail their will test gain +1D to Persuasion, but -1D to Awareness.  You may make a Deception (Act) test in place of the Will test to pretend to drink.  You gain neither bonus nor penalty if you do.  Those 'Bound to the Bottle' cannot pretend to drink.  They must make the Will test twice and take the worse of the two rolls.

Unmasking:  Make an Awareness (any) test, TN equal to a PC's roll, or in the case of NPCs, TN15(+2 per normal status Rank).  Thus, if you spend the evening searching for a Status 7 NPC, the TN is 29.  You may make this roll once in this thread vs an NPC, and once against any PCs you interact with outside this thread.  If you succeed, you may unmask them.  State the Status rank of the NPC you wish to unmask before you roll.  If there are no members of that Status rank present, the rank will be reduced until a member of an appropriate rank is found.  You will learn of the identity of the NPC before you need to choose whether you unmask them or not.

If you reveal someone's identity publicly, their Status rank returns to normal but they become the butt of scandal and gossip.  After the event, they take a penalty to Status tests equal to their Status rank for a number of weeks equal to their Status rank.  NPCs drop one rank of Disposition towards you if they know your identity.

If you choose not to unmask them and reveal this to them after the event, their Disposition increases by one rank and you gain +1D to Persuasion/Deception tests in your next Intrigue with them.  (This +1D bonus expires at the end of Story 3 if it remains unused.)

During the event, you take four (4) actions.  However, those that pass out from drinking may take only three (3).  As each action is taken, any penalties that are accrued apply to the next action.  Each of these actions can be one of the following:

Gambling:  You may make a Cunning (logic), Persuasion (Bargain), Deception (Cheat) or Thievery (Sleight of Hand) test vs a TN of 12.  You gain GD = your status per success. If you fail at Deception or Thievery, you will be accosted.  Gain 1 Injury and you are unmasked.  You gain 1 Wound as well if you critically fail.


Information Gathering:  You make make an Awareness (any), Deception (Act, Bluff), Knowledge (Streetwise), or Persuasion (Any) test, TN 9.  Each DoS gains you a minor piece of information.  4 DoS gains you a major piece of information.

Debauchery: With identities (safely?) hidden, people feel free to indulge in their more carnal desires.  You may make a Persuasion (Seduce) vs. a TN 12.  Success means you gain a random willing partner NPC of the gender in which you are seeking. For each DoS you gain a minor piece of interesting information.  If you gain 3DoS, you also learn the identity of your partner.  If you unmask your partner after the encounter, they immediately drop to 'Unfriendly' if they know who your are and will spend considerable resources in the following weeks to discover who you are if they don't.  

Such activities do come with a risk.  If your partner or you are female, you (or they) must roll an Athletics (Stamina) test TN 15.  If you (or they) succeed then they (or you) become pregnant.  Obviously, this is not an issue if both partners are of the same sex. [Optional for female PCs]

Opportunist: Thievery (Steal) vs TN 8. Each DoS nets you 15 GD.  --- However, you must also Make a Stealth (Blend In) test TN 16 to avoid the eyes of the servants, guards and other party goers.  If you fail, you are caught, gain one injury, and are unmasked.  You gain 1 Wound as well if you critically fail.  If you are caught, you may make a Thievery (Sleight of Hand) test TN16.  You get to keep 25% of the gold you stole per DoS. If you succeed on the Blend-In test you gain an additional 10 GD per Steal DoS and 10 GD per Blend-In DoS.

Politicking:  Declare which faction you are subtly supporting in this event.  (It does not have to be your faction.)  Make a Persuasion (any) TN 9 test. Each DoS gives 1 point to that faction for this event.  The winning Faction gains +1 Black/Green Faction.  The top three rolls gains a major piece of information.  The top roller gains the help of Nathaniel Mason and his impressive network in one investigation (regardless of Faction).  Unmasking does not affect this roll, however there will be some consequences if you were caught pitching for the other team.

Personal Ambition:  If you gain at least 3DoS in ANY two (2) event actions and Politicking, you gain a VP that can be used toward a personal goal.

[Nathaniel Mason]

As Nathan sipped his drink and watched the crowd, a man came up behind him and started nibbling his neck.

"Jon, go have fun.  You can sleep with me any time."

"You knew it was me?"  The Bold Ser Jon Roxton was dressed as a Giscari legionnaire, complete with leather kilt and braces across his muscular chest.

"Don't be an idiot, Jon.  Now go have fun.  The woman dressed as Nymeria has been ripping your clothes off with her eyes for ten minutes.  Go let her do it for real."

The great Knight smiled and whispered.  "You have fun too.  Everything is well in hand."

Unlike most, Nathan was not masked.  He was dressed like a Lysian Prince, if 'dressed' meant 'draped in as little fabric as possible all held together by a single broach.  Ribbons and feathers in his hair, he carried a scepter in one hand, specially made with a few tricks in case of emergencies.

[Cannot roll for Opportunist, must roll for Green in Politicking, take a -1D in Gambling and Information Gathering.

Spoiler:

[Carnival - Cunning (Memory): 5d6k4 22  3 +1B pool for this event]

Crossing over to the center of the room, he refilled his glass from the wine fountain.  He was drinking more than usual, but thought he should at least pace himself.  The evening was still young.  The wine was already starting to go to his head.  He would have to be careful.

[Nathan forgoes his Will test.  +1D to Persuasion tests. -1D Awareness tests. Carnival - Drinking Endurance: 4d6k3 12 [+1B (-1 pool)]

There were a few people like him not wearing masks, or like Mushroom, where a mask was pointless, but those that were in full masked costume were nearly impossible to determine.  Indeed, Nathan could be standing right beside Prince Aegon himself and not know it.

Carnival - Unmasking Awareness (Empathy): 4d6k2 8

For most of the evening, Nathan simply wandered about.  The gambling did not interest him.  There were several thieves working the room, but they did not interest him either.  It was information he wanted... well, it was information he mainly wanted.  If that information came with perks, that was a bonus.

[Information Gathering -1D unmasked.  +1B (-1 Pool)]

Carnival - Info Gath - Knowledge (Streetwise): 8d6k6 20  3DoS

Carnival - Info Gath - Knowledge (Streetwise): 8d6k6 30  Lucky  4DoS

Of course, some of the evening was punctuated by a few... more than casual encounters.  The first was a young man, lean and lanky.  Nathan could tell by his hands he was an archer.  He wore a carved wooden mask and, as a ship's slave, dressed in little else.  Normally Nathan was not interested in anyone so obvious, but tonight, obvious was in fashion, and the beautifully chiseled frame was a stark contrast to Jon.  He was a little nervous and took special care to ensure his mask did not slip, but was quickly won over and enthusiastic otherwise.  

[+1D Persuasion (Drinking)  (redid first roll because I forgot this.)]

[Carnival - Debauchery 1 - Persuasion (Seduce): 6d6k5 20  2DoS]

The second man was younger, perhaps a few years younger than Nathan.  He was quite dumbstruck by what was going on and more than a little drunk.  It did not take much effort to entice the young man with the 'forbidden'.  Of course, his body language revealed that he recognized the infamous Bartheld whore and practically leapt at the chance to have an encounter with someone normally well beyond his means.  He was completely unskilled but made up for it with youthful energy.  All in all, he was really rather sweet... and was not nearly so careful about his mask as the first.

Carnival - Debauchery 2 - Persuasion (Seduce): 6d6k5 24  3DoS]

Nathan recognized his final encounter almost immediately.  To be honest, he was quite surprised the man was here.  Dressed as a Wildling, or what many took for a Wildling, he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist of carved granite.  Nathan had had his eye on this particular man for some time, but to be honest had never considered such an opportunity would ever present itself.  Even someone like Nathan has simple lusts, and he did, after all, have a weakness for fur.

Carnival - Debauchery 3 - Persuasion (Seduce): 6d6k5 21+2 BoA  3DoS]

In the early hours of the morning, he returned to Jon's arms, quite satisfied with the entire evening.  Things had gone well, he had learned much, everyone seemed to have a good time, and most could go back to their lives tomorrow pretending none of this had ever happened.  Some, of course, had misstepped, but the chance of that only added to the thrill of being here.  A war was coming, and some of these beautiful men would not be coming back.

Perhaps Jon would not be coming back.

"So? Are you quite spent from your escapades?"  smirked Jon.

Nathan looked up into the Knight's eyes and kissed him.  "Not quite yet."  he smirked.

Jon chucked.  "I am quite sure you are going to kill me."

"But you will die happy."

[+1D +1B (-1 pool)]

Carnival - Politicking - Persuasion (Convince): 9d6k6 28 4DoS]

+4 Green Faction for this event.

+1 VP

12 minor pieces of information.
1 major piece of information.

Not eligible for Costume contest.

[Septon Arlyn]

Her generous abundance of flesh was marked with purple stretch marks that spider-webbed, like numerous scars from a long life lived well. She was wearing a red skirt, her legs appeared freshly shaven. Her saggy breasts laid upon her round stomach, pink nipples peaked slightly against the chill. A large ornamented rams head had its home between her legs, the skull where its fore head would be was missing a round section that had seven points with seven circles of bone creating a guard, and out of the eye sockets and this chamber light shone through and appeared to chase shadows from wherever the old women walked.

The old woman admired the horrifying ensemble in a Myrish looking glass and nodded in satisfaction. It was a suitably unappealing outfit for the evening's revelry.

But as shocking a sight as the wise women appeared to be, the true spectacle was those whom he traveled with. A young woman, as familiar with a man's touch as the highest peak in the Vale, was scandalously under-dressed. Her fresh face and aquamarine almond eyes drew people into them like a siren drew sailors into the depths of the ocean. Her movements belied her years, promising untold riches to men with the sway of her hips and thin pink lipped sly smile. She was wrapped in pure white linen, the edges slightly soiled where she walked through the dirt up to the party. She revolved around the old women like a planet around the sun. A second woman joined the young women in the orbit. This women had the marks of a woman who had known childbirth. Where her planetary partner’s movements spoke of the promise her movements spoke of confidence and deep knowledge of a women who knew how to gratify her partner, whether they be man or women. Her laugh, instead of being chimes, and deep and throaty. Her long red curly hair framed her heart shaped face. She was of middling height but had a shapely figure that attracted slack jawed stares from many attendees.

The oldest women did not participate in the revelries as the younger women did. Those who were paying attention would notice that her cup was always full and only briefly brought to her lips. She appeared to be observing the festivities while the Mother and other appeared to be kissing and merrymaking, the two providing enough revelry and spark for all three.

The old women spotted someone who’s movements she recognized, his thick auburn hair cascading in waves over his muscular back, the rippling muscles under the hair spoke of a man who was well equipped for merriment, but he seemed to be as distracted as the old women, keeping his blue merman eyes on a horse and shadowcat. Any that attempted to draw the eye of the merman found themselves being redirected to more enthusiastic participants by the strong hands of the merman's companions. Ah, so you did decide to come , The old woman thinks to herself.

The old women takes some time floating from group to group, her easy manner amongst the nobles and servants at the party belaying a confidence and authority. She watches as a fox attempts to intercept the shadowcat while the merman was distracted by watching the shimmying waitress bringing a fresh plate of succulent duck and tomatoes on a stick. Realising his momentary distraction allowed for his apparent friend to be hauled towards one of the alcoves, as the Merman retrieves his absconded shadowcat friend the fox nicks the mermans mask and reveals his face to the old women’s careful gaze.

The women notices not only this during her survey of the room, but also another form, dressed in black and yellow horizontal stripes with four translucent wings. White flowers tinged with pink decorated her dark golden hair. This figure in yellow appears to be pursuing this fox at the same time that the fox is fighting the Merman over the shadowcat prize. In tow she has a horse, who apparently had enjoyed too many spirits and was now trying unsuccessfully to dance in a seductive manner. Where it any other place a noblewomen might have been ridiculed for trying to dance as the smallfolk do, but here this horse was as free to gallivant as any of the smallfolk, the mask hiding her from shame and liquor freeing her of the restraints of status.

The women in yellow and black appear from behind the fox and grabs her by the waist separating the fox from the merman with the twisting motion of her hips, placing the fox between herself and the horse. Then her cheeks became Redwayne apples, the color bright enough to shine beneath the rounded multifaceted opals arranged in to circles above her eye openings, to apologize to the Mermans well defined chest, as her hand gestures and demeanor spoke of nervous excitement of the party.
After the man gestures that there was no harm noted he grasps one of the failing hands, bringing soft pale delicate hand up to his full red lipped mouth for a chaste kiss of the courtliest schooled manner, a peculiar thing and an uncommon sight on this night, of all nights, as wine flowed freely. The Bee appears to produce a lace fan from her dress, a cleverly concealed device appearing from a slit in her bodice, fanning herself alluringly, whilst turning a deeper color then the keep of Kings Landing.  The Bee then curtsies and turns away from the Merman, dissatisfaction apparent in her posture as she turns back to her friends.
The Merman and the Bee take their respective charges and find their way to alcoves where they can more easily keep their apparent friends from mischief. After finding her friends safely apart from the party the comely striped yellow maid keeps making furtive glances back to the Merman, staring longingly and his rippling muscles and the way he devoted himself to his friends. She absentmindedly touches the back of her hand as she casts those stares at the object of her affection.  A server passes by, offering fresh drinks. The Horse reaches out to examine this fine specimen, but the darting motion of the Horses hoof catches the women in yellows attention and she intercepts the hand before it can grasp its prize.
The old women watches this interaction with curiosity, It appears the Merman has caught more than a mere fish with that net of his. The old women whispers to her companions, who were engaging in the festivities with others in wild abandon. The Maiden and Mother extract themselves from their current festivities, allowing the old women to bring her little group over to the maid in yellow.  The Bee is quite perplexed by the assembled ensemble.  The old woman then strikes up a conversation with her, appearing to pass the time, and is quite charming. The Yellow maid, feeling frustration of the moment, as well as the drinks she had coming to affect her more, find her desires for the Merman come boiling to the surface. Old women listens attentively as the Bee’s words continue pouring out, listening to her hopes and fears, reassuring and offering wise counsel. so you are from the Reach, just as I suspected .
While the Old Women speaks with the maid her two partners entertain the Fox and the Horse, teaching them things that no young women of courtly birth could know; The art of the passionate kiss, the titillation of the fingers brushing against skin, massaging in such a way to keep the young noblewomen … occupied.  After a time even the fox drew more interest in the goods offered by the mother much so that after a time the young women were panting heavily, breasts heaving in tight corsets and showing entirely too much skin, and yet the same time not enough for those who had yet to find a partner, yet were drawn to the alcove by the sounds of pure bliss escaping the fox and horses throat.
While the Bee is thankful for the rest, she shares some concern with the old women as to the fact that she has an infatuation with a man whom she could never have, as the Fox must have truly ruined the Mermans impression of her. Ah to be young and foolish. Alas that was never the path for me The Bee shares that this party was exciting, but watching her friends was growing quite troublesome and much more difficult then she had anticipated. The Old Women makes a sweet smile of condolence, then gestures across the way to were the Merman had set up his friends. “Merman have eyes just like you and me, do you think it is coincidence that he managed to find a place to watch you my dear?” asks the Old Women. The Old Women then gestures back to the alcove, where the sounds of soft snoring can be heard. The Old Women then makes an offer to watch over the Bees friends and let her go free to enjoy the party. The Maid hesitates and first but, trusting in the old kindly face of the Old Woman, decides that a little bit of fun would not hurt.
Then with a beeline, straight as an arrow, the maid in yellow goes over to the Merman, whose friends had now passed out from too much drink, to make an offer to dance. They then spend the evening dancing and enjoying each other’s company. The Bee begins to dance closer to the Merman; all the while the Merman caresses the Bees body with the gentle tenderness of the first time lovers. All the while the old woman's keeps an eye on the two lovers, as well has their snoring charges.

Rolls :

[Gwyneth Drakeson]

Of the goers at the party, few present could match the Lady of Ravens for costume and inscrutability. Somehow, some way, she had managed to make a dress and gown that looked like it was made entirely of black feathers. They swayed and shifted as she moved, occasionally showing a glimpse of the skin beneath, but never too much or for more than a heartbeat before fluttering back. Her hair was the same black, long and straight down her back, with feathers laced through it and poking out here and there. Her skin had a strange pallor that seemed almost unnatural, though was almost certainly the result of skillful and painstakingly time-consuming application of makeup. It wasn't just on her face, but her bare arms as well...even when the feathers shifted, the skin under them had that same deathly paleness. Her mask was also black feathers, shaped on some kind of wood and resin armature that cradled her eyes and cheeks and nose. The nose of the mask was long and curved down a bit in a beaky sort of point.

Spoiler:

Deception (Disguise) w/max time taken: 7d6k6 25 (+5 for money spent on costume, so 30 total)

Mistress Raven kept herself aloof during the festivities, gliding where others stomped, sipping where others guzzled. Occasionally she would stop and exchange words with others. Here a smile and a laugh, there a comforting word or coy remark. But in night made to tempt people to wild excess, her reserve was noteable...

Will to not drink!: 4d6 13
Deception to pretend to drink: 3d6 9

(+1 Awareness dice, -1 Persuasion dice)

She played a few games of cards, but used them more as platforms for observation and socialization than as a means to make money...

Gambling!: 5d6k4 9

This was not without purpose though. As the hours ticked by, and inhibitions loosened all around her, a clear mind and sharp eyes could see much that sobriety could give cause to regret...

Awareness to unmask!: 7d6k5 18

The costumes were quite good, for the most part, and while she had little luck in seeing past the most ornate, she was much more interested in the secrets that might spill from lips loosened by drink and the overall atmosphere of 'anything went.' People were never more free with what they would hide than when their faces were covered...

Here, a man in gold-trimmed satin made to look like a cockatrice took a turn to dance with Mother Raven, and when he was dizzy and laughing, let slip an interesting tidbit...

Info gather 1: Awareness: empathy: 7d6k5 22

There, a woman clad in what she probably imagined was a 'child of the forest' getup that consisted of shrubs and branches and what had probably once been enough leaves to ensure some modesty, needed some help to stop it from disintegrating entirely that Raven's expertise with disguises and costumes could provide. As they rested from the night's exertions, that sense of shared camaraderie led to talk of many things...

Info gather 2: Awareness: empathy: 7d6k5 26

And of course the bright and bold young lad who Raven was quite sure had gotten in without paying the fee. Though nervous about being found out, she was able to allay his fears with mingled praise and jokes, and soon the conversation turned to all the things he had seen since arriving. Such was his relief at having a pretty face and attentive ear, he never noticed that he was the one doing almost all the talking after a while...

Info gather 3: Awareness: empathy: 7d6k5 23

And while the Lady Raven was at something of a disadvantage since she was noticeably not as arm-deep in the party as many others, she still managed to plant a few thoughts, deflect a few criticisms, and otherwise see to it that the cause of the Princess was not without some support here in the hall of masks...

Politicking: Persuasion charm: 5d6k3 10 (+1 Black!)

Personal Ambition: VP attained from Info Gathers!

Also, ROLLS OF MYSTERIOUS MYSTERY

Mystery 1: Cunning: 5d6k4 20

Mystery 1: Knowledge: 6d6k4 19
Because I am a doofus, add to Knowledge test.: 1d6 5

[Ser Walton Dulver]

[OOC: not sure about mechanics of hiding identity, so will hide it unless someone will throw good idea why it may be not necesarrily...]
Disguise +10: 2d6+10 19
Take time dices, summed up with previous roll: 2d6+19 27

Ser Walton stepped into hall briskly, despite concerns in his head. He was never fond of balls and masquerades- closer to his heart were nights at taverns of his Lord Father's lands. He always felt awkward in velvets and now he ended in costume... As he had very hard time choosing disguise for this night, he finally listened to Stony Heath's Captain of Guard advice: "Son, listen to me carefully. We'll take executioners clothes, put You in them and tell everybody that's Stranger costume." The plan seemed reasonable, but had one obvious flaw. Of course wise Captain didn't have any problems to solve it. "Or wait... We burn them. And get You new ones. You should go alone, with no lice and fleas, son." Old man had very wise face when he was saying all of that, so he just patted Walton to the shoulder and they left it that way. Maybe just spent few golden dragons to make sure disguise will work, and spent some time to adjust everything, so he won't feel sillier than he already expected to.



So, Walton was simply wandering around thinking: should he feel pity or disgust because of surrounding him people. But he knew what duty means and he knew he's expected to attend. So he attended. That helplesness didn't last long, as pretty soon Walton found the game he knew very well from Westerland taverns. As he later found out, he was little too enthusiastic in act. But until he fell asleep on one of benches in the corner, he didn't feel much worse, than in any of his favorite taverns- and list of them were few feet long.

Walton forgoes Will test to gain +1D Persuasion, -1D Awareness.

Endurance (Drinking): 4d6 10 fail

Unmasking: 3d6k2 8

As soon as Walton emptied his first cup of wine- and that was after few mugs of good dark ale, he didn't much care, who is he drinking with, and who might be on the other side of the mask. Life's short and he enjoyed every moment of it. When asked about costume, once he was saying he's Stranger, another time Warrior and yet another Royal Executioner. Anyway, they talked a little too much for his taste, but Walton heard interesting thing or two- people being behind masks seemed to have no usual limits, thinking their identities are safely hidden.

Gambling: 5d6k4 16

After few drinks Walton decided it's good moment to stretch his legs. After little fight he stood up and started to look for some kind of amusement. Place and party looked little too distinguished to hit someone with stool or throw table through the window, optionally with someone. He looked further, until he found another thing close to his heart- gambling. Dulvers had a lot of gold, and Walton often played with his soldiers. He enjoyed games of chances, even if he wasn't too good in them- like night before storming Wyl showed. "Fight Ser Josef Wyl on foot... Only idiot would keep promise like this, but word of Dulver is not wind." Walton smiled while recalling whole situation. He lost his bet this time, just as he did on that memorable night in Dorne.

which debauchery roll: 1d2 1
Information gathering extra bonus dice: 1d6 5
Debauchery 1Information Gathering: 4d6 17, 5 instead of 2 there, so 20, 3DoS

When he got bored with gambling, the best idea he got, was to come back to table and reclaim his mug. As every great man- what Walton decided, he did. It didn't take long while he got attracted by blonde with full breasts, and attraction was mutual. She wasn't slim, but not chubby also, so Walton wasn't resisting too much, as he liked women having something he could grab. Before he noticed, they were outside...

Debauchery 2: 4d6 13

When Walton came back, party was already in more advanced phase, what was easy to recognize- he didn't even manage to warm back his seat, while he was pulled from table by slim brunette. Scorch Walton with heated iron, that's all what he could say about her...

pregnancy: 5d6 26 3DoS

Action 4 not available, because Walton was drinking from too big glass... Just wake him up when tables start flying around. Just remember he may be aggressive, if he won't eat something sweet after waking up from nap.

Politicking: 4d6 13 (+1 Greens)
+1VP for Politicking and Debauchery (x2)

[Theomore Tullison]

Clad in a white doublet with green embroidery resembling the roots of trees, hair dyed green in the style of the Tyroshi and an elaborate mask of green and silver, with antlers of a stag tastefully adorning the head, obscuring his facial features "Garth Greenhand" entered the monastery without too much fanfare, though elegant and eye-catching to be sure, moving with an elegant, unassuming confidence. Expertly hiding the man underneath, average for the most part in all ways that could not be hidden, a sparkle in the eyes, a voice that could make girls dream, ever shifting, hard to pinpoint or compare to any other. Deep green gloves of supple doeskin. Like the Garth of legends, this one, too, promised the blessings of fertility upon any woman he met, and many and more allowed themselves to believe in such passing fancies. The mood, expectations and above all the anonymity lifting inhibitions and modesties made for no shortage of ladies taking a seat upon his lap whispering such secrets as they should not in his ear, willingly allowing his hand to wander upon their thigh, sometimes inviting his gaze to wander down their neckline. The most daring offering even more, and like the Greenhand of legends, "Garth" did not refuse such gifts as was freely given in return for such boons he could provide.

It was all a game, one he played with expertise, and hardly much thought, he had done it so many times, and he still enjoyed it. How many secrets did lords not entrust to their young wives and daughters? Out of love and affection? Sometimes the women noticed far more than men ever would think possible, and so young, not yet learned of the darkness beyond the edges of their sheltered little world. It was all too easy, the trappings of the carnival making them relax and forget themselves, that they were even allowed here, his own daughter he would forbid to partake should such an event occur again, some three and ten years from now. He knew all too well what sort of monsters that could be found off the edge of the map, the fathers of these young maidens should, too. It just happened that some of these were no longer maidens, he knew himself well enough to realize that it would happen eventually, and when offered anonymity, his own weakness of the flesh got the better of him, the very same sort of man that a father should keep away from his daughter. It was wrong, and yet, he had to come, knowing this would likely happen, he had drank, knowing it would tear away his resolve to stay true, there was no turning back, there was only ever the way forward, there was the game he had to play, and still, a trust betrayed, a vow broken, but he enjoyed it, so very much.

Several days of riding to the north, a young lady sat, rocking her babe to sleep with dreamy words about the ever so valiant and noble father that soon would return home from one of his many errands on behalf of her lord cousin, and how she knew in her heart that they would stay faithfully together for year upon year in happiness until the gods saw fit to call them to the gilded halls of light and music.

carnival disguise+taking extra time+10 GD spent: 11d6k10+12 Cutting stray bonus dice: 1d11 49 Hiding identity, obviously.
Fails dedication voluntarily, so drinks
carnival endurance: 3d6 13
Awareness, give me something random: 5d6k3 8 or nothing, nothing works too.
Carnival-information (Seduce): 7d6k5 BoA-reroll: 1d6 +2 BoA 25 4 DoS
carnival-debauchery: 7d6k5 BoA-reroll: 1d6 22 3 DoS
Carnival-information (Seduce)2: 7d6k5 BoA-reroll: 1d6 Lucky+WF: 8d6k6 BoA-reroll: 1d6 28 4 DoS
Carnival-information (Seduce)3: 7d6k5 BoA-reroll: 1d6 19 3 DoS
Carnival-politicking (Seduce): 7d6k5 BoA-reroll: 1d6 24 4 DoS, 4 points to Blacks.

Loads of crap with the dices, but should be cleaned up. Gets VP, 2x4DoS and 1x3DoS on information gathering, 1x3DoS on debauchery. I think that translates into 6 minor and 2 major pieces of information, plus identity of deflowered girl?

[Baelon Drakeson]

A good old-fashioned Bartheld frolic. That's what Baelon thought of immediately upon hearing of the Masquerade. Davain wouldn't understand, he was too buttoned up, to afraid to let go and give in. Oh, what good times Baelon had in the old days. The warm glow of much drink, the warm flesh of a willing young somebody, the delicious feeling of being wanted - for one's attention, for one's words, for one's touch.

There was so much more to it than pleasure, too! A treasure trove of connections and information, how many of his jobs as a hedge knight originated in such "anonymous" settings? Countless, to be sure.No need for such now, of course, but the same principle applied in ventures of higher stakes. Houses could rise or fall based solely on the information exchanged at such events. Baelon, of course, became an expert at getting people to open up to him, to give him what he wanted. He had to get by somehow, and what harm in taking what was willingly offered? Those skills could be used to great profit now, too.

But Baelon wasn't going. No, such pleasures were not for him anymore. Oh, the very thought of it set his heart racing and put fire in his loins, but those pleasures were not something he could now afford. Just a few short years ago, he had been naught but a hedge knight, and a bastard at that. Should he be unmasked or discovered, who would care? If anything, it made others there more likely to hire him - well, not to escort their daughters, but for other tasks.  Amazing how much people trusted you more when they thought they had something to blackmail you with. Fools, the lot - to whom could they have divulged the information, and how would they do so without revealing that they themselves were there? It's not like he had much of a reputation to be ruined.

Now though, he had much to lose. The price of victory, of success. He had a family now, and not just for show like some. He had a house, a lordship. His star was rising, in no small part because of his wife and his house. They were each on their own worth sacrificing for. That, he supposed, is what it means to truly be a man - to set aside one's own pleasures for the sake of others. Or perhaps that was too lofty. Perhaps it was simply the most sensible choice to achieve what was desired in the future. Really, was it such a big sacrifice? No. Not when it puts everything - family, house, future - at risk.

Gwyn was going though. Or at least he thought so. An awfully big coincidence that she had business away from the house at just that time... if she was going, why shouldn't he? Well, because she wasn't one to be lured in by petty pleasures, that's why. She could take advantage of the foolishness of others and not risk so much of what they had built. He could trust her. More than he could trust himself, in that sort of situation, that's for sure. He had enough trouble with one overly ardent admirer in the form of Lady Kerry Blackwood. At a masquerade such as this one, and with the wine flowing? No, he could not trust himself. he didn't believe what was said about bastards in general, but in his case it wasn't too far off base. At that meant being vigilant, and not putting himself in situations in which he might start thinking with the wrong head.

It would be so much fun, though...

[Darron Greyjoy]

Joining the party as the Green man wearing a carefully crafted outfit made from a mixture of foliage, wood and fabrics. On a bandoleer around his chest were handcrafted wooden cups with different insignia's on each. What these insignia's meant was open to interpretation but truly only Darron knew.

Spoiler:

The Carnival of Masks: Costume: 6d6k6 23

The Green man took in the festivities enjoying the view of the many fine ladies and gents in attendance. Once the lay of the land was established and note was taken of "interesting" persons it was time to join the fun.

Choosing to drink in excess.

The Carnival of Masks: Endurance TN 12: 4d6k4 19

Drinking deep into the night when many people had passed out from exhaustion or intoxication the Green man remained ready with a sly remark or a subtle hint for the people that remained.

The Carnival of Masks: Awareness TN ??: 2d6k2 3

Mixed with the alcohol and the lack of interest for whom he was frolicking with not much attention was paid to figuring out who is behind the mask of those in attendance.

The Carnival of Masks: Information Gathering persuasion (Charm) TN 9: 4d6k3 13

Reroll (Attractive: 1d6 2 13 Stands

Forgot to add extra dice for drinking excessively.

Extra dice: 1d6 6

Corrected total. 6, 5, 4, 4 = 21 3 DOS

A careful word here and there mixed with the alcohol leads to many a person leaking information they wouldn't normally want and in this case just that happened to Darrons delight.

The Carnival of Masks: Debauchery persuasion (Seduce) TN 12: 5d6k4 10

Reroll (Attractive): 1d6 6

Corrected total 6, 4, 2, 2 = 14 1 DOS

The Green man gave out a number of his chalices to lovely men and woman of the party enticing them in joining his group. One such lady spurned these advanced initially before changing her mind when the striking features of the man in green came into full view.

Athletics TN 15 ( Do I really want to beat this? lol): 4d6k4 12

Not pregnant

The Carnival of Masks: Debauchery persuasion (Seduce) TN 12: 5d6k4 12

Reroll (Attractive): 2d6 5

Corrected total 5,4,3,2 = 14 1 DOS

Another one joins the fold as the Green man makes his way around enticing different woman.

Athletics TN 15 Is she pregnant?: 4d6k4 17

Pregnant

The Carnival of Masks: Debauchery persuasion (Seduce) TN 12: 5d6k4 10

Reroll (Attractive): 2d6 8

Corrected total 6,5,2,2 = 15 1 DOS

As the night drags on and most are struggling to stay conscious the Green man hunts for his next conquest. Eventually finding her and luring her in like the others things begin to wind down.

Athletics TN 15 Is she pregnant?: 4d6k4 17

Pregnant

OVERALL TOTAL -

6 minor pieces of information

2 woman now pregnant with Darron's child

[Loreia]

[Not attending]

A carnival on an island in the middle of a lake. Invitation guaranteed via anonymity, drunken revelry, and a night of frenzied fornication. None of these things are her forte, nor pastimes she looks forward to in such a capacity. Loreia would call it Dornish, but her time in Wyl acquainted her enough with the people to know that wouldn't be completely true. Not Dornish, then - disgusting.

For a minute, however, she stops to think about what this means to her and why...

Yes, to take advantage and never want for one to call one's own is anathema to the Maiden's virtues. Still, how much does the Seven-Pointed Star elaborate on the Seven Hells? Not much, I wager. If one goes there for this alone, surely they must not be consigned to torment forever.

But those women more liberal with their virtue are bound to be carrying bastards by the time they leave! Every day the Father has to turn his face in disappointment, and the people of the Seven Kingdoms wish to revel in it by tempting fate.

Before long, she realizes she's working herself up over this needlessly, and decides to have a little rest when she gets a break.

[Aerion Storm]

Aerion Storm had heard of this sort of thing before.  As a cousin to the Barthelds -- despite, or perhaps especially, as a natural-born cousin -- how could he have never heard the rumors, the whispers, the bluster of other boys spoken over stolen strongwine outside their knight's pavilions?  

No mere party, this.

Go on with you, Ser Harbert had said, tossing him a sack of coins.  He'd been on his squire to live a little for years now, trying to get the boy to be as relaxed out of the saddle as he was in it.  This isn't a gift, it's an investment.  Mayhaps you'll learn something.

When Aerion'd shown up at the costumiers for measurements (amidst blushes and giggles), he'd had first begun to suspect just what sort of 'something' it was his sworn master thought he was going to learn.

The armor was flimsy stuff.  Purely ornamental, of course, bright and shining where it wasn't painted black or enameled flame-bright red.  Targaryen cut, in the old Valyrian style, a chestplate only, to leave muscled arms bare.  The pants were black leather and high black boots.  The swordbelt was tooled with dragons, black leather, with some silly prop of a blade attached, a gaudy silver thing with a great red gem in the hilt to match the color scheme.  His forearms wore broad braces, etched and decorated, coiling with dragons and rippling with the same fire-red hue as the breastplate.  The mask was a thin-beaten black metal, manly features with wide eye-holes, even and smooth, the jawline a strong metal beard (one almost matched by the real beard that bristled out from beneath it, or the thick, shoulder-length, hair that spilled out from the top and rear of the knightly mask).

Hair too dark to be mighty Aegon, or any other Targaryen.  Who, then?

The ornamental armor was all in Valyrian style and Targaryen colors, yes, but the chestplate was blazoned with a mighty stag, not a three-headed dragon.  The final clue came from the wearer's right arm;  just below the ornamental bracer was a costumed fascimile of a maimed warrior's stump.  His sword hand was invisible, capped in black-on-red leather, like a ruined knight might wear after the Wyls had taken his hand.

Orys Baratheon, Orys One-Hand, Orys the Hand Of Aegon.  Orys, the bastard, natural son of a man named Aerion.

Aerion Storm did not particularly like the costume.  Ser Harbert must have loved it, dressing a bastard Baratheon up as a bastard Baratheon, daring anyone to complain, proud of his House and all-too-willing to shed blood over it.

Masquerade, Costume: 4d6k2 10
['Taking your time' lets you get your Ability in bonus dice, I believe? 2 Cunning turns to 4 dice, keep 2? If not, I apologize, and can reroll and adjust as needed, if anyone's even out to unmask him or anything to make it matter]

Aerion was no stranger to wine.  Good wine, not the watered down thing everyone drank.  He was no great fan of Reachmen, but he'd grown up on tourney fields, or riding to and from them, so it's not like he'd never had the strong, deep, stuff before.

He wasn't a fan of drinking to excess...but...well, perhaps just one or two more, fumbling with them a bit with his left hand, to drink until he didn't mind the costume so bad.  At the rate he was drinking, with the wines so much finer and stronger than he was accustomed to, he wouldn't be at it for long.  

At least if he passed out, he'd stop being embarrassed.

Masquerade, Drinking (WILL): 3d6 10
Drinking (Endurance): 3d6 10
[Drunk as a skunk before the night's over, so a bonus to Persuasion, but only three 'actions' to take]

Drinking a deep red draught that he wasn't sure was Dornish or Arbor -- nor did he care overmuch -- Aerion cast an eye around, trying to remind himself why he was here.  

Ser Alayne Tarly, the squire squinted through the eye-holes of his Orys Baratheon mask.  If he's here, dishonoring his wife and House, surely Ser Harbert would want to know.

But then came another glass of something red and sweet, another distracting eyeful of girls who certainly weren't blushing maids, and distraction after distraction after distraction.  Tarly could have ridden his horse through the middle of things, and Aerion likely would have missed his lord's rival.

Awareness (diff 25, lol): 2d6 2
[Tarly's Status 5 I believe, so difficulty 25, and holy crap it doesn't matter, look at that roll]

He had coin left, but would not dice over them, no matter how the gold glittered.  They weren't truly his, and what if Ser Harbert had given them to him as a test, neither 'gift' nor 'investment' after all?  Surely Ser Uncle knew what the costume would cost, and knew what coin to expect after this...this...scouting mission.

But still, Aerion-Orys thought, a true knight must be courtly as well as fierce.  I might as well try to practice my sweet words and good manners, aye?

Aye! the wine told him.  Make your words as sweet as I am!

And so the young warrior strode from small gathering to small gathering, exchanging courtesies, letting his broad shoulders and muscled arms work alongside his deep, powerful, voice;  and keeping his ears open, as best he could, all along.  He didn't make any maidens blush and giggle, but these weren't the blushing and giggling sort.  

Info Gather, Persuasion (Charm): 5d6ro1k4 15
Info Gather, Persuasion (Charm): 5d6ro1k4 15
Info Gather, Persuasion (Charm): 5d6ro1k4 18
[2 DoS on every roll, but I'm not sure if that counts as 6 minor pieces of info or if it's 1 major and 2 minor]

There was skin on display aplenty.  He'd seen less flesh in field hospitals, truth be told, imagined less flesh when other squires had boasted about watching the maidens wash in crystal clear pools, seen less flesh in his girl-fevered dreams years ago when he'd started to grow hair and deepen his voice.  By the Seven, there was flesh to be seen.  Women of all stripes, highborn and likely working wenches, dressed in such costumes as no boy had ever dreamed of.  Women scented with fine oils and exotic spices, women with a knowing glow and a sheen of sweat, women on display in strange paints, women on display without any paint to obstruct the view.  And men, too, mind.  Whatever anyone could want.  

But no.  Aerion stuck to the wine, drowning his discomfort, drowning his desire, drowning his...his...anger.  His anger at all of this, and at everyone here.  

These nights breed bastards, he thought, with every musky scent that reached him, every bouncing breast or round buttock he saw, every gasp or moan that teased at him from the shadows where couples -- or trios -- sought selfish privacy.  

He was tempted.  The Father knew, and the Mother, and the Maiden, he was tempted.  Any man with red blood would be, especially one unwed.  Should anyone get too close to the front of those breeches, they'd see or feel just how tempted he was...

But these nights breed bastards, Aerion Storm thought, gripping a goblet with his left hand, tightly enough his knuckles were white.  And I'll not do that to some other woman, or some other child.

And so he settled instead for talking, for drinking, for blushing behind his Orys Baratheon's bastard-mask, and for talking up the greens -- who Ser Harbert backed, and so who Aerion did -- whenever the conversation turned to politics.  Behind the mask, fortified by the wine, listened to despite his birth, for once, the squire could still talk.

Politicking, Persuasion (Charm): 5d6ro1k4 19

[TOTALS: 6 minor pieces of info (or is it 1 major, 2 minor?), +3 to Green, a laughable Awareness roll that I couldn't have made anyways, and a pretty low difficulty for anyone trying to unmask him]

[NOTE: I haven't been here for 7 days, so it won't let me "post external links or emails" yet.  I tried to copy-paste the whole post to Reader, but it gave me the same error message for trying to PM him.  Then I tried to PM him the whole thing on RPG.Net, where we first chatted, but the post was too long for there.  So I sent him just the die rolls (and my commentary/conclusions from each of them), and edited this post to show where they go.  Sorry for the mess.]

[Lady Corrine Marsten]

Corrine hid hers and Ben's invites carefully from Isobel. Her mother was judgemental enough already. She would fabricate a story. A journey to visit... someone or other. Make it sound official and boring. However, a more excited woman could not possibly have made that first furtive trip to the seamstress, heavy purse in hand. Thoughts of how the Seven would look upon her were pushed, with difficulty, into the back of her mind. It took right up until the day they had to leave to complete the costume, but it was worth it. A costume that was as expressive and sensual as it was expensive. Her costume choice reflected her inner conflict, and provided a way of symbolically hiding from the Gods. Before setting out on the night of the party, body paint was also applied to conceal any identifying marks upon her skin.

Deception (Disguise) +10GD: 2d6+10 21
Added dice for taking time - Taking time - extra dice: 2d6 6
Total - 27

The red priestess glided into the party with a catlike grace, barefoot, the barest of modesty covered by luxurious crimson silk and gossamer, gold bracelets and anklets jangling as she moved, and a large, deep red garnet hanging tantalisingly on a gold chain between her shapely breasts. snaking up one leg and up under the cloth of the gown was an intricate, swirling trail of sparkling gold body paint, that only emerged again over her chest, ending at the top of the opposite shoulder. Lowering the hood of her red cloak, her hair was revealed to be the colour of Rhllor's fire. Deep flame red, tumbling down her shoulders and back in luxurious waves. Covering her face was a touch of the macabre - a blood red skull mask, shiny as if wet with fresh blood, evoking sacrifice, and the forbidden. To allow for eating, drinking, and conversation, the lower jaw detached to reveal a crimson-lipped mouth with a wicked smile.

[Some images that I felt evoked the disguise]






She made a beeline for the drinks, a cup of fine red wine in her hand within moments. She drank deeply, the little nagging voice in her head needing drowned out before she changed her mind about the whole thing and ran to the nearest sept to beg forgiveness. No, tonight, she was going to live for herself for a change. She was not a sheltered girl anymore, and besides, she was not here without the permission that mattered to her. Before long, she was playfully flirting with men and women alike, feeding eachother bits of food and sips of eachother's drinks. The delightful flavours of wine, brandy, firewater, and something bright green she did not recognise, mingled intoxicatingly, making her giddy and given to dancing and singing, though she tried to resist her baser urges, despite her clear lustful admiration of some around her. She was still in control of her faculties, and it did get noticed that she wasn't falling around as blind drunk as some, which gave rise to calls that she should let loose more and stop worrying about what others may think. She was happy to pass off her modicum of restraint as shyness. Better to call it that than religious anxiety.

Will (Dedication) TN12: 4d6 12
-1D to Persuasion ongoing, +1D to Awareness ongoing

She talked with many people, trying to read between the lines of their words and body language to learn about them, in the hope of having some useful information to keep for a rainy day, so to speak.

Information Gathering (Persuasion - Charm -1D): 5d6ro1k5 19 (3 DoS)
Information Gathering (Persuasion - Charm -1D): 5d6ro1k5 23 (4 DoS)
Information Gathering (Persuasion - Charm -1D): 5d6ro1k5 23 (4 DoS)
Information Gathering (Persuasion - Charm -1D): 5d6ro1k5 16 (2 DoS)

Total DoS - 13

Amid the socialising, she subtly slipped Black sentiments into conversations and persuaded others of the faction's inevitable march towards progress. Some were intrigued at her assertion that fun parties like this would likely become rarer under Green dominance.

Politicking - Black (Persuasion - Charm -1D): 5d6ro1k5 15 (2 DoS) (2 points to Black score)

[Luecian LongBow]

Costume- The Blind Bowman, Alan of the Oaks, known in the Westerlands as a legendary archer and founder of House Yew.

Deception(Disguise) with Max Time Taken: 6d6k6 23  3DoS

Will(Dedication) to not drink...twice: 2#3d6 9 5

-2D on all tests, +1D Persuasion,-1D Awareness  * belatedly realized that famous likely does not apply in costume, expect adjusted dice rolls below*

Endurance (Resilience) TN12 (-2D): 3d6k1 6
Passes out at the end of the evening(only 3 events)


Luecian was in a new set of brown leathers of a higher quality than his norm and paired with a fair and oversized crimson cloak. Across his eyes set a wide yet thin grey sash, but he kept his hood up mostly so few could see it well. The side effect was although he could see through it…he couldn’t see far or well. He carried an unfamiliar bow, a borrowed one that once belonged to his grandfather. It was aged but very well cared for over its lifetime, still a fine bow truth be told. I may not be handling her strings  but damned if I don’t feel a bit like I’m stepping out on Lyanna, no doubtin will have to make it up to the poor lass. He thought few would recognize a man by their bow but some might if they had good eyes and cared for such things. Likely few here would care for such things but it was always the beast you didn’t see that proves the greatest danger and the huntsman had leaned towards caution this evening.

He had been excited to hear of the event and more excited to attend. Women, wine and questionable decisions were all things he favored and the night promised all and more to the young man. More rare than any of the former was a chance to mingle with men and women far outside of their proper place and convention. He’d spent much of the past few years meeting many great knights, rich lords and fair ladies of the realm and mostly he found they were people more or less like himself. Mayhaps more lettered and surely richer but not so different really. Some were good, some bad, and some just fell somewhere in between. He had good times with many but in the end, they were the lord or lady of great castle and he was a skilled man who served them or their like. Tonight though he was the Blind Bowman, a legend from the Age of Heroes come to life and he planned to enjoy it.

Deception(Disguise) with Max Time Taken: 6d6k6 23

Will(Dedication) to not drink...twice: 2#3d6 9 5

-2D on all tests, +1D Persuasion,-1D Awareness  * belatedly realized that famous likely does not apply in costume, corrections to rolls below*

Endurance (Resilience) TN12 (-2D): 3d6k1 6
Passes out at the end of the evening(only 3 events)


He planned to drink freely yet patiently throughout the evening but outside of a hunt patience had never really been his strong suit. He drained a first glass of wine and then another and well few moments throughout the evening found him without a drink to toast with new friends. Eventually, he even found a table of like mannered individuals and passed out among them.

First however, he mingled freely to those nearby. Never walking far but talking to any nearby or interested… mostly in that order.
Action 1- Information Gathering
Information Gathering Persuasion(Charm) TN 9 (-2D +1D): 6d6k5+2 22
Blood of Andals Reroll-BOA reroll for Information Gathering 1: 1d6 6
With Reroll and Famous removal [6d6k3=[6, 6, 4, ]4, 3, 3] +2 =18 2 DoS

Action 2-Information Gathering
Information Gathering #2 Persuasion(Charm) TN 9 (-2D +1D): 6d6k5+2 26
With Famous Removal [6d6k3=[6, 5, 5]4, 4, 1] +2=18 2 DoS


His best words seemed well received by some and thus he found himself perhaps the prey of a she-cat wrapped in soft furs and a feline mask. Fair words exchanged,  they warmed themselves between flesh, fur and fire for a time.
Action 3-Debauchery
Persuasion (Seduce) TN12  (-2D +1D): 4d6k3 11 [4d6k3=[5, 4, 2], 1]
Blood of Andals Reroll-BOA reroll for Debauchery 1: 1d6 4
With Reroll [4d6k3=[5, 4, 4], 2]=13 1 DoS

After departing ways with his lovely feline friend, Luecian looked around for any recognizable faces but in truth he couldn't see much and most all were well hidden besides. Blind Bowman Indeed he thought before rewarding his own joke with a slight chuckle.
4d6k0=0? (4d6k3 -3D)

Politicking-Persuasion (Charm) TN 9 (-2D +1D): 6d6k5+2 20  [6d6k5=[6, 5, 3, 2, 2], 1]
Blood of Andals Reroll-BOA reroll for Politicking: 1d6 1
With Reroll and Famous removal [6d6k3=[6, 5, 3] 2, 2, 1]+2=16  2 DoS
+2 Green Faction

5 minor pieces of information?

[Benedict Marsten]

Ben's costume had been simple. The high cost of it came from the makeup, et al that it took to cover his distinguishing scars. A bear skin cloak, a leather loin cloth and an assortment of odd jewelry. The cloak drooped heavily over his broad shoulders, dragging the floor as he walked. The leather left but on bit to the imagination as it dangled flimsily between his athletic thighs. Gold and iron cuffs caused the veins of his arms to swell against the constriction. A bronze crown rested atop both skulls.
The mask may have been a touch overboard much like his wife's. This though was an actual human skull covering his own. The back removed to fit over his of course. It was a gift from a clansmen leader after their defeat. It had belonged to the clan for ages and passed down to their rulers. The Lord of House Marsten and Protector Of the Vale looked every bit that of Valemens sworn enemy.

Carnival costume take time max GD:
4d6+10 27

The drinks flowed, but Ben was ever cautious as he had made an agreement and meant to keep to it.
Carnival drinking will TN 12: 3d6 12

N/A
Carnival unmasking awareness +1D drinking: 4d6 15

(ooc: more to follow)

[Ser Jorah Holt]

Jorah stood alone at the edge of the Festival, noticeable and not wearing a costume or mask. Whilst he was not participating, it was obvious he was here on official duties

Trelane could not resist the call of the Festival of Masks, especially considering he wore one most days. The cost of the costume and entrance to the festival was substantial to some, but only negligible to him. In fact, all the cost involved ensured that all the people would be there would be of some note and that attending would be worthwhile.

Spend 35 GD cost
Deception(disguise) +10 (including take your time)costume: 8d6k8+10 33 - look at all those 2's +1 =34

Hair dyed blonde and dressed as a bravoosi water dancer with the mask of a dragon – left hand side fire motif, right hand side the Stranger, he swaggered into the party, the obvious wealth of the costume turning a few heads. He liked the attention, especially as nobody had any idea whom he was. Despite all the alcohol freely on display, he wanted to keep his wits about him and see what he might learn. He was young and he knew that he did not have the stamina to handle that amount of alcohol. All that booze might appeal to some, but for Trelane, it was about the pretense and the grandeur of the occasion … And the ladies he admitted to himself, it was mostly about the ladies. Seven knew how Ser Jorah could withstand it, taking that oath and all. Might as make himself a eunuch while he is at it.

Pretending that he was drinking freely, he secretly found places to deposit it without anybody noticing, including on a few people passed out on the floor; who would notice a bit more booze on them.
Deception (Act)5d6k4
pretend to drink: 5d6k4 16 forgot his +1 = 17

Unmasking unmasking: 5d6k4 20

He mingled freely, chatting away with anyone and everyone, subtly directing conversation towards their host to find out what he could and perhaps who did and did not like him,

3 lots of Information gathering – primarily on the host himself (Nathanial)
information gathering: 3#5d6k4 18 17 17 - forgot his +1 all of these = 19, 18, 18 = 3, 2 and 2 DOS (not sure if you can combine these) for 1 major and 3 minor
Before failing to find a willing partner to wile a little time away that he liked the look or smell off.
seducing a partner: 3d6k3+2 11

All things considered regarding his house’s stance to the current situation, he thought it best not to show any political leanings.


Ser Jorah’s presence at the festival indicated the possibility of the presence of members of the Royal Family or was he there for other reasons? He stood at the side and did not involve himself, though a few people did speak to him in passing

[Kevan Lyras]

[A Question about the disguise roll: 'Taking your time' is unlimited in terms of 'time units'? So I can essentially roll twice my Deception dice? Will edit this post with rolls and RP, once I understood mechanics]

[Ser Jorah Holt]

[A Question about the disguise roll: 'Taking your time' is unlimited in terms of 'time units'? So I can essentially roll twice my Deception dice? Will edit this post with rolls and RP, once I understood mechanics]

if so, certain characters will be rolling really high on this

[Nathaniel Mason]

[A Question about the disguise roll: 'Taking your time' is unlimited in terms of 'time units'? So I can essentially roll twice my Deception dice? Will edit this post with rolls and RP, once I understood mechanics]

[OOC:  Yes, you can take up to twice your Deception Rank.  People have had a month to prepare for the event if they wish.  That's the reason the TN for NPC deception is so high (although, as Gwyn has demonstrated, even that may not be enough to ensure anonymity).]

[Jon Templeton]

Jon had spent considerable time preparing a costume. Not only did he want to protect his identity, he wanted to misdirect people about where he might hail from. With that in mind Jon chose a wolf costume in hopes people might think he was a northman paying (a lewd) homage to his liege lord. The mask was a black lacquered wood with silver and blue painting accenting a wolf's facial features. The mask only covered the top half of his face as he wanted his mouth unobstructed for when he needed it later. If there was carnality to be had Jon didn't want a mask impeding him. For the rest of his costume the outfit was fairly spartan. Upon his shoulders was a fine wolf pelt and his hands had gloves in the shape of paws. There wasn't much else to his costume except a fur loincloth. If my father could see me now.... would he kill me? Jon didn't care if his dead father saw him. He cared that women would see his form. And with enough wine his form would get better as the night went on.

Disguise: Costume, 5 GD, Max Take your Time: 4d6k4+5 13 [ooc]Damn those 1s[/ooc]

Wolf Mask & Shoulders:

At the party Jon immediately realized he had not put enough thought into his disguise. The sophistication and elaborate costumes of everyone else made Jon feel like a fool. Fortunately for Jon nothing helped get rid of shame like large quantities of booze. Taking a wine cup in each hand Jon drank quickly. Each successive goblet went down easier than the first and with each drink his shame melted away and was replaced by a warm happiness. In time his happiness gave way to boldness.

Drinking (mandatory): Voluntarily Fail = +1D to Persuasion, but -1D to Awareness

Handle your Booze: 4d6k4 11 = Fail

Unmasking: 4d6k3 6 Jon's eyes never made above the women's shoulders.

The alcohol had given Jon courage and after scanning the crowd for those with lower inhibitions he made his first move.

The woman he had targeted was a blonde woman in a white swan outfit. Her long hair cascaded down her exposed shoulders and her ample bosom was further enhanced by a tight corset covered in white feathers. A long white dress had slits on both sides that ran all the way to her waist. Her mask only covered her eyes while showing off a delicate nose and plump lips. She was laughing with two other women, one a rabbit, one a deer, as they fed each other fruit. Slipping in behind her he wrapped an arm around her and whispered in her ear, "I don't mean to come between the three of you... or do I?" It took a moment for the blonde to realize what Jon was implying before she burst out laughing. She brought her hand up and ran it through his hair. She asked, "Are you a dangerous predator?" The Wolf gave her a mischievous smile and said, "I'm on the hunt and I'm after you." as he caressed her stomach. The Swan turned to face the Wolf and put both her arms around his shoulders, "Are you hungry?" she said in a seductive voice. In response the Wolf leaned in and kissed her while her friends watched. "Very."

For the next half hour the foursome shared food, drink, and bawdy talk. Normally Jon's dark sense of humor was met with shock by noble ladies but tonight they were allowed to laugh at the inappropriate banter and insinuations. The Swan drained her cup of wine and took the Wolf by the hand. "Come with me." The two made their way to a private room full of pillows. When the door closed the Wolf pounced. Neither knew how long they'd been in the room when they exited. The party was still in full swing but that was no real indicator of how much time had elapsed. Returning to the area where the Rabbit and Deer had been the Swan and the Wolf smiled (somewhat sheepishly) at each other. What they had repeatedly done was exciting, wrong, and curious all rolled into one.

The Wolf and Swan sat at one of the many couches and refreshed themselves with more wine and fruit. After several cups Jon's heartbeat and breathing finally lowered back to the rate it was before he and the Swan had entered the private room. I think my endurance would increase more from what I just did than the training yard. Several people came and went but the Wolf remained at the Swan's side. The Wolf laid a hand upon the Swan's thigh and leaned in, "So," he said in his best bedroom voice, "shall you and I go back to a private room for another round?" The Swan smiled sweetly and stroked his cheek, "My dear champion.... no." The Wolf was momentarily shocked before she continued, "You see we had our fun but the night is far from over and I plan to enjoy myself..." she paused, "with other people." She leaned in and kissed him before standing. As she walked away she turned and said slyly, "Stay hungry my friend." The Wolf sat there dumbfounded at what just happened.

As soon as the Swan left a gentle hand reached down from behind the Wolf and squeezed his shoulder. "Gah!" the Wolf jumped at the contact, still paralyzed by the Swan leaving him. His drink spilled down his chest and the Wolf had an embarrassed look on his face as he looked up to see who the hand belonged to. It was the Rabbit from earlier. Her rabbit ears flopped as she laughed at Jon, "A wolf afraid of a rabbit? What has the world come to." She looked down to the Wolf's chest, "Oh no I've spilled your drink and caused a mess. Here allow me." She walked around and faced him. Slowly she lifted her lace shift until she was able to squat down in front of him. Leaning in she began to lick his abs and chest clean of any remaining wine. The Wolf smiled but asked (and instantly regretted it), "Won't your Swan friend be a little jealous?" Idiot! Why are you talking about another woman while this one is licking you! The Rabbit looked up, "She isn't my friend. I have no idea who she is." She gave another lick before continuing, "To be honest I've had my eye on you since you came in but the Swan got your attention first." The Wolf could only stutter, "I, I'm sorry. I didn't know." She laughed, "Don't be sorry I just had to wait my turn."

The Wolf's attention had been on the Swan earlier but now he took a good look at the Rabbit. Not as buxom as the Swan she was much more lithe and athletic. Her hair too was blonde but much shorter. The biggest difference was the eyes. While the Swan had pretty eyes the Rabbits were burning bright. There was a passion that resided within those eyes that excited the Wolf. It wasn't long before the two made their way to a private room. It was there Jon discovered why she dressed like a rabbit. While atop of him the Wolf was close to release and tried to warn the Rabbit but she dug her nails into his chest while he tried to talk and all that came out (well, not the only thing) was, "I'm about to, yeooowch!" When they finally finished the Rabbit laid beside him resting her head on his chest while he stroked her hair. She glanced up, "By the Seven I'm tired. How are you?" The Wolf looked down, "My lady, I may never walk again." They laid there until the Rabbit drifted off to sleep. Kissing her on the head the Wolf momentarily considered removing her mask. No, I wouldn't want it done to me. What happens here tonight, stays here.

The hour was getting late but Jon was still going. Wine, food, and talk filled his evening. Eventually the Wolf started to get tired and his head was swimming with wine. People in the main room had grown brave and their carnality was less discreet. In one corner Jon saw two women with one man. In another, a group of people sharing each other. The Wolf sat down and tried to get his head to stop spinning. He made the mistake of leaning his head back and the world began to spin into oblivion. It was then he felt something sit down on him. Then he felt hands fumbling at his loin cloth. A rhythmic motion brought him to full consciousness and he looked to see a woman dressed as a gladiator riding him. He grabbed her by the waist and put her on all fours on the ground. As they went at it in public the Wolf cared little. His alcohol riddled mind over rode all semblance of decency. The gladiator moaned in pleasure and the Wolf jerked his head back and howled. What the Wolf didn't anticipate was the alcohol had compromised his balance and the Wolf fell backwards and bounced his head off the edge of a table. "Son of a whore!" The Wolf felt the back of his head and checked for blood. The gladiator sat by his side, comforting him with kind words and stroking his damaged ego. He sat there and smiled, what else could he do? They spoke for awhile until the gladiator moved onto more... coherent people.

The Wolf stood and stumbled to a private room. His head ached from the wine and the blow to the head. He just needed a few hours rest.


Lots of Debauchery: 4#4d6k4 18 12 12 9 [ooc]Failed the Endurance test so discount #4[/ooc]
Maury says you... are the father.: 3#4d6k4 9 16 12

The Swan: 2 DoS, Not pregnant.
The Rabbit: 1 DoS, Pregnant.
The Gladiator: 1 DoS, Not pregnant.



Politicking, TN 9: 5d6k4 19 +3 Blacks "I am perfectly fine with a woman being on top." The Wolf had uttered that phrase at least a dozen times over the course of the evening. [ooc] This was PER/Convince btw[/ooc]

[Kevan Lyras]

After his rather akward showing at House Bartheld's ball during the Tourney at Riverrun, Kevan was determined to find a more impressive and adequate costume this time. Thanks to the help of his wife - a feminine touch helped with such things in his experience - Kevan showed up in a brown silk coat, made from the finest materials, which were imported from Braavos. To conceal his identity he opted for a simplistic, but well crafted masque of a stylized bear, the rims of the masque coated with silver. To avoid any unwanted confusion he avoided the colors green and black entirely and focused on browns and greys. He was content with the result. It looked good. It made him belong.

At the ball, he moved through the crowded hall keeping his eyes open for anything unusual and interesting. A mug of ale was his steady companion wherever he went. After all, one might as well combine duty and entertainment if it fitted together so well....

However, he soon realized that he would hardly identify any interesting guests, for the figures of high importance doubtlessly wore more expensive costumes, but also ensured their identities would stay hidden from his untrained eyes, despite his rising confidence, perhaps boosted by the ale.
'When not knowing what to do, do what you do best' he thought as he moved from group to group chatting with animals and creatures of legends and what other creations had sprung from the creative minds of the present nobles. He exchanged war stories with a duck and listened to a stag boasting about his adventures in the sheets, always ensuring to listen more than he talked.


Mechanics
 Carnival - Masks: 6d6+10 29
 Mushroom - Reroll 6 honor bound: 1d6 4
Total of 27
No will roll - one drinks on a party
Carnival - Endurance: 4d6 12 - No passing out either

Information gathering:
 Carnival - Information gathering 1: 6d6k5+2 22
 Reroll dropped dice info gathering 1: 1d6 1 No change

 Carnival - Information gathering 2: 6d6k5+2 23
 Reroll dropped dice info gathering 2: 1d6 1 No change

 Carnival - Information gathering 3: 6d6k5+2 23
 Reroll dropped dice info gathering 3: 1d6 1 No change
Edit: +2 BotA bonus after learning that it is its own phase -> 25

 Carnival - Information gathering 4: 6d6k5+2 20
 Reroll dropped dice info gathering 4: 1d6 1 No change


 Politicking (Black): 6d6k5+2 25
 Politicking (Black) reroll dropped dice: 1d6 6 +3 = 28

Results
Personal Ambition: +1 VP
Politicking: +4 to Black
Clues: 9 Minor clues, one major after spending Bota (edit)

[Reader]

[OOC: correcting GD for gambling to = your Status per DoS - higher status lets you play for higher stakes.

Previous award was too generous, apologies, please adjust character sheets appropriately]

[Septon Arlyn]

Rolls:

[Ereth Redwain]

A loud laugh as he entered the party dressed as a jester in gold and crimson colors with a golden mask that covered his face and that only revealed his eyes with a black tear in one of them. Plenty of well-made costumes some he nodded in approval others where quite shocking and cannot unsee ever again, just glad he didn’t know who it was. The disguise seemed simple, it cost quite a bit of gold and the details and fabrics where of the best quality, and left nothing but his eyes revealed.

Deception (Disguise) max time +10 GD: 6d6+10 26

Ereth kept speaking in riddles and improper jokes here and there, but all the time just pacing by laughing as he strolled, but truly keeping to himself and only engaging when spoken to. until he could no longer ignore the drinks that seemed to call him. The drink proved to be stronger than his will, and distracted as he was in the end, he was here for fun, not to make others life miserable by finding out who he speaks to. In some cases he would have been afraid to find out...

Drinking
Will (Dedication): 2#4d6k3 10 12
[ooc] Fill the tank please!

Unmasking
Awareness: 2d6 9

The jester could not stop himself and began to drink here and there, until he just sat down in a table filled with strangers, which the jester began poking jokes at when asked for them, but mostly listening to a man dressed like a skeleton with robe perhaps death? Anyway it seems this skeleton is out of the closet and has some interesting things to say.

Gather Information
Persuasion (Charm): 6d6k4 23
+1D persuasion from drinking: 1d6 3
Total = 26

A woman at the table with a beautiful body frame disguised as a peacock seemed interesting to poke. Jokes for now with his jester wand. While the peacocks are not very noise when they do, they say it loud and clear, but not as much. Perhaps after some more drinks she may losen up.

Gather Information
Persuasion (Charm): 6d6k4 16
+1D persuasion from drinking: 1d6 4
Total = 20

Walking somehow the Jester bumps into a man dressed as some kind of animal, a bear perhaps drinks where starting to get the best of the Jester, but he still engaged in a nice conversation, and for a bear the voice was quite small or somehow feminine or something, but that didn't stop him from talking and the Jester from listening, after all a good joke can come out of this.

Gather Information
Persuasion (Charm): 7d6k5 25
[ooc]got this one right

Now the jester begins to prance around and settling in a new table and any talks of politics he found he would make jokes of both sides, but in the end the blacks where taking the heaviest brunt of his japes.

Politicking for Green!
Persuasion (Charm): 7d6k5 20

Tally
+3 Green Faction
2 major clues
11 minor clues
+1 VP

[Valar Dohaeris]

+1 point Queen [Bartheld]

Notes:
Includes results from the Yi Ti sub-event.
Only active players will receive unmasking/information gathering results, to make my life easier. If other players return they will get the information then.

Costume: gold rewards modified.
Theo 49: 200gd
Trelane 34: 125gd
Arlyn 32: 75gd

Unmasking: Please let me know in private forum if you want to discover a PC or NC attendee. Specific results at Narrator discretion.
Gwyn: 33 (Yi Ti) [NC up to Status 9(!) or PC]
Gwyn: 18 [NC up to Status 1 or a PC.... so a PC]
Theo: 23 (Yi Ti) [NC up to Status 4 or a PC]

Information (condensed, 4 minor = 1 major) Actual information forthcoming; actual number of results may vary upon significance of information.
Gwyn: 2 Minor, 2 Major
Walton: 1 Major
Theo: 2 Minor, 5 Major
Ereth: 3 Minor, 3 Major
Darron: 2 Minor, 1 Major
Jon: 3 Minor

Gambling:
Walton 2xStatus in gold dragons
Jon: 3xStatus in gold dragons
Darron: 1xStatus in gold dragons

Politicking: 16G, 14B, +1 point to the Queen [Bartheld credit, as the largest contributors to the Green score]
Nathan: 28 +4G
Kevan: 28 +4B
Theo: 24 +4B
Arlyn: 23 +3G
Ereth: 20 +3G
Jon: 19 +3B
Aerion: 19 +3G
Luecian: 16 +2G
Corrine: 15 +2B
Walton: 13 +1G
Gwyn: 10 +1B

[Theomore Tullison]

I believe the event unmasking rolls (main thread and Yi Ti) only applies to NPC's, one would have to interact with other PC's in separate threads (allowing new unmasking test) to unmask them the way I read the text.

[Valar Dohaeris]

It does say that.
It also says that you have to state your unmasking target before rolling which no one did.
Unmasking a PC could also then cause a cascade of other changes, including possibly stopping a PC from being unmasked - there is even the possibility for a paradox.

Long story short, I'm reinterpreting a bit, because I feel it is necessary to make the event work.
Narrator privilege.

Keep in mind that if you publicly shame someone over this, you are either admitting you were there yourself or it's just hearsay. It's not exactly prime blackmail material.

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