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Name: Griff Age: 27 Sex: Male Culture: Stormlander Appearance: Griff is nearly thirty, but looks more like a man nearing his fifties. He constantly looks exhausted and has crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. He has a curly mess of hair on his head that is dyed blue in honor of his...

This takes place several years before the events of the first book/first episode, so no need to worry about being knowing the books/show. This takes place in the year 292 AC, 7 years before the War of Five Kings. It begins in the Riverlands, on the Kingsroad, with two hedge knights and a squire...

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Name: Age: Sex: Culture (Northman, Riverlander, Wildling, etc): Appearance: Religion (Old Gods, Drowned God, The Seven, etc): Anything Else:

This takes place several years before the events of the first book/first episode, so no need to worry about being knowing the books/show. This takes place in the year 292 AC, 7 years before the War of Five Kings. It begins in the Riverlands, on the Kingsroad, with two hedge knights and a...

"No, that's all. Just figured that I would tell you that you are not one of the people that I will see dead in King's Landing. I've no desire for the death of any dragon." Daemon said bluntly as he stood. "I assumed you'd know this, as I was practically raised by Rhaegar. I've little doubt that...

Daemon appeared two feet in front of Anise and ten feet up. "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" he exclaimed as he fell to the ground. "Holy crap, I need to get better at this...." Looking up, Daemon saw Anise. "So...are we almost out of the forest? I was scouting around the area, and accidentally...

Daemon dropped to a knee. "King Viserys. By right of Conquest and Combat, you are the rightful king of the Iron Throne. Had I been in the Red Keep during your rebellion, I would have died with my sword in my hand or would have seen the death of every enemy of the Iron Throne. I proclaim you...

The Dornish trio entered the main hall an hour later, with Nymeria in the front and middle. Daemon stood to her left with his sword and shield. Elia stood at Nymeria's right with her spear. Daemon and Elia looked around the room, keeping close track of the locations of each guard. "Where is...

"There is no head?" Nymeria asked, keeping her smile despite the path of the conversation. "Especially considering the issues earlier today between Buckwell and Dayne, my sworn sword has requested a moment with you, in regards to Rhaegar. Do you not even have his head or sword somewhere in the...

Daemon continued picking at his lyre as he followed Nymeria and Elia to the room they would be staying in. Deviating from the path, Nymeria walked to where Viserys was. "Your Grace, may I ask a few requests of you?" she asked. "I believe it would be best for met to view the body of Rhaegar...

Elia returned, with Nymeria and Daemon behind her. Daemon was still in his brown cloak, plucking his lyre's strings and singing. "The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun, and her kisses were warmer than spring. But the Dornishman's blade was made of black steel, and its kiss was a...

Elia approached Harys, and with an authoritative tone, she said, "Following the issues earlier, Princess Nymeria seeks to have her sworn sword by her side at all times. If you would like to challenge this proclamation by Lady Nymeria Martell, I would advise that you do so now; otherwise, Lady...

Almost as soon as Ethaniel finished his sentence, Elia jammed the butt of her spear into the Lannister's chest, then pulled her cousin away from him. Surprised by her cousin's response and the Baratheon bastard's foolishness in so quickly letting his play for power show, Nymeria was silent for...

After drinking a bit, Daemon resumed playing his lyre, humming along to each note as he plucked the strings.

"Mead." Daemon answered lazily, still playing his lyre.

"Alcohol." Daemon said as he sat against the wall and plucked a pattern on the strings of his lyre.

"Do you have anything to drink?" Daemon asked as he accepted the key.

Daemon reached into his cloak and pulled out 250 S. "Thank you, I needed a place to stay." He told the innkeeper as he picked at the strings of his lyre.

Returning to the village, Daemon entered the Inn. "How much to stay here for a night?" The bard asked.