Fandom A Game Of Thrones (GoT/ASoIaF RP)

[CAP Ireland]

''I hope so and look forward to it. I'll leave you to your duties.'' Christopher said, following Renard into the throne room. When done he nodded to those by the Iron throne before turning and leaving. He saw his brother but a few steps ahead of him and jogged to catch up.


''Sorry about that but did what was needed. Now, where are you off to?''

 

[Malachitea]

" Ah I'm so sorry to hear you were unwell. Yes sweet indeed, your father was a much loved and respected man; he treated me and my mother well I had so looked forward to being his daughter and for you to be my loving older sister." Elaine made her eyes water "I'm so sorry, you must forgive me." She gasps reaching for a tissue she kept in her ample breast. "... I just miss him."

 

[Gospeller]

"I'm off to the world of whores and drin-..." He stops himself, as he had entered an aggressive stance that he usually only did ... well, within himself. Inside voice Kross, inside voice. "I will be on my way to the tavern, brother." The large man noted. "Your talk was ... too brief. It worries me. Did all go well, or was there trouble?" Kross' eyebrows knotted powerfully as he said so.


The twins, together as a pair, looked about as far off from one another as one could think - they both carried a good size of brawn and intelligence, but each or the other excelled in different sections of the two.


With heavy steps of iron, he made his way outside of the castle for the time being, having no interest in the games of back-stabbery and tears that were spilled behind him. As he walked by the barbarian party, he made steady eye-contact with who he presumed to be the leader; one of them had a certain commanding air about himself. The way that the other's stood around him, his gap in the crowd ... But the passing was only a few seconds long. Perhaps a valuable opponent ... or ally. Marching towards the tavern with his brother, he muttered lowly. "When is this feast I've heard of. And what shall be discussed during? Also - do I have to attend?"

 

[TheSword]

Effy felt like rolling her eyes, but, she showed restraint in doing so. This girl only knew my father for... what? Half a year? A few people in the hall gasped slightly as they saw Elaine crying. She gently put her hand on Elaine's hand. "I do too, Elaine. But, we must move on." Effy said as Renard walked back into the room and took his place on the iron throne. An ugly old thing.


Renard signalled for the barbaric man to approach the throne. Renard assumed that this was the leader of 'The Ghost's Steel', the mercenary group Dane Sunglass had told him about earlier.

 

[CAP Ireland]

''I assume so. They haven't said anything about bears being banned.'' Christopher chuckled at the joke. This sort of banter was usual for the brothers. Once they were out of the throne room, Christopher continued ''My talk with Renard was as long as it needed to be. We're friends now, so treat them as such. Well, treat them as if they were one of my friends, not yours. I don't want you wrestling with the princess unless you intend to make an heir. Anyway, just so your wrestled out...'' Christopher handed his brother a second sack of coins.


''Be back around dusk. I'll go to our rooms to prepare for the feast. I'll also find you more appropriate clothing.'' Christopher patted his brothers shoulder before approaching the closest guard and asking them to lead him to their room.


Once there, Christopher began unpacking their chests. He'd brought enough with him for two fortnights but still ended up sending a messenger back to the Reach asking for more to be sent. He decided to nap for a while and curled up around Strike before dozing off.

 

[jole875]

Baveron stood for a few seconds then slowly shook his head moving his long hair and walked until he was ten or so feet from the steps of the throne. His boots clunked and the cloak covering his thick arms, which could not fit in his armor showed an outline of his muscular form. Behind him Boro and Horo stood towering over the guards placed at their sides.


Baveron cleared his throat then spoke with a deep smooth voice,"Hello, Prince. I have been informed you wish to bring the Ghost's Steel into your...... uhm under your command." His eyes gazed around then back towards Renard,"I need to let you know that my men are independent and we are all of equal status, my leadership only allows me to... guide them. We are not dogs so don't think you can kick us around, as I said we are independent if we feel we are being mistreated there will be repercussions, whether it be a fine or us leaving from your service." Baveron hated reciting this to every client, it was asking a lot but that's how he kept up good quality amongst his employers. "But that is standard, of course is there anything you request, a personal guard for you or your friends or family. We specialize in many fields of employment," he said with a blank expression.

 

[Gospeller]

"Done and done." He chuckled lowly at his brothers note. "I do not tend to bed any maiden. You know I go for traditional values." A low scoff escaped him - was it sarcasm or intended? Only the brothers knew in between each other. As a second stack of coins were given to him, he gave off a nod before walking off in the opposite direction of his twin. "I'll see you by dusk, then. Don't get poison poured into your ear." Said statement aside, he made his way to the tavern, no longer occupied by the barbarian army, and ordered himself a solid few drinks. Sitting by the counter, the large man swallowed fiery glass after fiery glass.

 

[TheSword]

Renard listened to the leader of the mercenary group.


"I see." He mumbled after the man finished his spiel. "That is fair. I do not have much room left in the castle, but, I will get my master of coin to buy an inn that has recently been made available. I'm sure it will suit you and your men quite well." Renard said softly.


"I do not require much of you or your men- only that you patrol the city and the city outskirts. If you see anything suspicious, get one of your men to contact someone within the castle. And, I also expect you and your men to protect myself and my sister, along with our most honoured guests staying with us." Renard continued. He looked at the man and nodded.


"Will that do?"


He asked.

 

[jole875]

"You must also pay for our rations, nothing more than what we need. We can pay for wine and such," he stated slowly trying his best to keep his hold on the common tongue intact.


"If you would like us to do the full bit of our job you will allow me to stay near you and your sister at all times, I will make sure that you are safe and safe if we aren't around you or one of your patrons yelling for help will not do much good," he said in somewhat of a mumble as he thought out his words. He pondered his words then spoke again,"If you will allow me and my two closest companions to have quarters in or near this keep then I believe you will be safest, I know it may be a little weird but in my time in this line of work many of my employers...perished because of our distance apart," he said with a sigh.

 

[Malachitea]

Elaine laughed internally when Effy was forced to comfort her; Elaine was very loved within the courts and if the Princess was seen being cruel to the sweet and kind Lannister, well it would gained Elaine more sympathy. Elaine snapped out of her charades when she caught sight of the barbarian walking towards the throne.


He was well -big- taller than any man she had ever seen and he had an air of fierceness about him that made her quiver in fear and excitement; compared to him Renard wasn't a dragon-but a lizard.

 

[TheSword]

Renard nodded.


He thought about it for about a minute before he looked at the man. "Alright, that sounds good. I will clear out a few large rooms used for storage, and have them fitted with furniture for you and your top men." Renard said. "Gaius." Renard called the king's guard who stood next to a pillar. "Will you show this man and his lieutenants to storage wing near the kitchens? And when you get there get a few servants to clean it out and furnish it was suitable furnishings."


"Yes, your grace." Gaius said as he nodded at the leader of the mercenaries to follow him towards the storage wing. "Oh, and we will be having a feast in a matter of hours- you and your men are welcome to join us." Renard called after the large man.


When business was finished. Renard stood up, thanked his small council and joined his sister and Elaine.


"Elaine, how do you fair? I didn't get to do so earlier, but, I'd like to thank you for coming to my father's ceremony." Renard said with a small smile. Effy wanted to roll her eyes- again... but, she once more was restraint.

 

[Malachitea]

" I am well, and thank you for allowing me to come, your father was a great man and -" she reaches out to lightly touch his arm" I am certain that you will make him proud." Elaine gave him a sad smile and smirks internally when she saw the disgusted look on Effy .


" You'll excuse me if this is none of my matter but who are those barbarians? I'm afraid I couldn't hear very well from over her." Elaine asks hopefully.

 

[TheSword]

Renard smiled.


"We've just hired some extra men to keep the city and its residents safe. We need more men in perilous times like these." He told Elaine. He glanced at Effy and knew by the look on her face that she was quite unwell to be around Elaine. The two didn't get along that well- he knew that - but, at least they behaved mannerly around one another.


"I do hope to see you at the feast tonight." He said to her as his eyes moved away from Effy and focused on Elaine.


( I'm gonna' hit the hay, it's 2am over here! I'll be on tomorrow. See you guys later! )

 

[ajafueko]

Maisie was sat talking to some other maids when the call rung out:''Start preparing the feast!'' a guard shouted and the kitchens fluttered to life.


She began peeling potatoes and the like before slowly getting out of the kitchen and into the feast hall. In but a few hours/minutes the Targaryens would here and she could kill them, but then the guards would kill her and then all this work would have been pointless. She needed some more sway here. She returned to the kitchens and asked a guard about the feast. When she learnt it was for the Tyrells she thought for a moment. She'd never met any of them, but she knew the twins were known as rather odd figures, one once being psychopathic but now apparently normal and the other being very much a warrior through and through. She decided to try and get either brother alone. They wouldn't be brining their weapons to the feast so she had the advantage. She continued to prepare the meal and plan out her night.

 

[TheSword]

After that dreadful conversation with Elaine; Effy felt the urge to get out of the throne room and walk around the castle. She should've been up in her quarters, putting herself in some... ugly gown. But, she wasn't. The feast was in an hour and a bit, so she had plenty of time to focus on getting dressed and prepared.


As she walked through the winding hallways of The Red Keep- her mind kept slipping to the elder of The Tyrell twins. Christopher, was it? Effy was fond of him, not just because she found him handsome but also because she had never bedded a man from The Reach. After walking for about fifteen minutes; she found herself in the kitchens.


The smell was heavenly. She walked through the different sections of the kitchen quarter bathing in the scent of the different foods being prepared. Her handmaidens were close behind her, chatting amongst themselves.

 

[ajafueko]

''FUCK'' Maisie thought as the princess walked past her. She was beautiful, true, but so were many girls. The desire to kill her was definitely there but Maisie knew better. She curtsied with the other maids as the princess passed and then continued with preparing the food. She began to dream of slowly cutting the princess but stopped. She wasn't psychopathic, she just wanted revenge. She hurried up her preparations knowing that the feast would soon begin.

 

[CAP Ireland]

Christopher woke from his nap and asked a guard outside for the time. He'd overslept.


He ran about the room throwing as many things off his body as he did on.


Soon he was dressed appropriately and secured Vexed to his back. The black blade blended well with his clothing and would be almost invisible upon immediate viewing, as it was supposed to be. He felt as if something was missing. Pacing around the room for a few minutes, he eventually saw it.


Mustn't forget that.


He grabbed the gift and secured it to his belt.


He began to select clothes for Kross and arranged them on the bed and left them there for him.


Christopher walked outside his room and asked the guards to take him into the gardens.


After a while they arrived and Christopher went straight to the rose bed. He selected three of the most beautiful roses and, after asking the guard's permission, cut them off the stem.


He placed one on his lapel and began to walk back to the room to leave Kross one of the others.


On his way he saw Princess Refella and ran up to catch her. She went into the kitchen and he followed.


''Princes!'' he said as he caught up to her. He had almost shouted it and quickly readjusted himself to seem presentable.

 

[TheSword]

Effy turned around to see Christopher. She smiled as he jogged up to her. "Lord Christopher, you look well." She complimented his clothing. She would have to get back to her quarters soon and dress herself in more desirable attire. She could knew the food was almost done, due to the shouts coming from within the kitchens.


"Bring me my finest pair of leather boots." Renard instructed his servant as he looked at himself in the mirror. The servant nodded and disappeared. He was looking forward to the feast. He was interested in hearing what The Tyrells could bring as allies of the crown. The Reach was a very prosperous land- rich in mines and farms.


The servant returned quickly and handed him the boots. "Thank you very much." He said softly as he took the boots.

 

[CAP Ireland]

''Just wanted to say hello in a less formal way. I think I picked a good spot.'' he looked around. The kitchens were far from formal but would still suit his need.'' Speaking of picking...'' Christopher took the 3rd rose he'd picked and brought it between them.


''As a Tyrell we're taught to admire beauty and strength as well as to be beautiful and strong.'' he played with the rose as he spoke, pointing towards the petals when he talked about beauty and the thorns when he spoke of strength ''I feel that you embody both of these qualities.'' he placed the rose in her hand. ''I look forward to seeing more of you soon.'' he smiled as he walked back out of the kitchen and towards his room.

 

[TheSword]

"Why... thank you." She said gracefully as she held the rose in her hand. It was a lovely shade of scarlet red. "As am I. We will talk more at the feast." She said softly. He took off and Effy then felt that she should return to her bedchamber and dress herself for dinner. She turned around and told her handmaidens to escort her back to her room.


When she was walking through the kitchens once more- Effy saw a young kitchen scullion who looked like she was from The North. The two locked eyes for a moment before the girl returned to her duty. She looked awfully familiar. But, perhaps that was because she had seen her around the castle before.

 

[ajafueko]

Maisie watched as the Tyrell and the princess left before leaving to run after the Tyrell. She found him wandering through the halls of the palace.


''Sir, would you like some help returning to your room?'' she tried to look pretty then. This was an opportunity she would likely not get again. She motioned for him to follow her and she began towards an empty room she had found some time ago.

 

[CAP Ireland]

Christopher turned to see the maid. She was a pretty young thing and, even though he had intended to wander through the castle a bit, he thoguht she would be much better company than a set of guards.


''If you're offering, then yes.'' he said before following her.

 

[Rise of Albion]

Storm's End





"I understand that our absence can be excused for not attending King Dracen Targaryen's funeral ceremony due to distance and time, but I can not find any logical reason behind why we should not send our utmost regards to Prince Renard and Princess Refella for their father's untimely death." Rylon Baratheon instructed from his father's seat in the war chamber of Storm's End. His closest friends and allies were all seated before him, giving him the sort of council that would be required for a King. I am not nearly such though, he thought to himself, I am merely acting Lord in stead of my father who shall be returned to us soon. Prince Renard is a reasonable man. I am sure that we will be able to work this entire situation out civilly. Surely, in the light of his own father's death, he would be more willing to aid us. He does not want these kingdoms to fall into war and I do not want a fight between Baratheons and Targaryens. Not like Astris does. This can all be worked out appropriately. It has to be.





His younger sister was seated to his right, her signature golden ribbon holding her black locks away from her pretty face. She was wearing a feminine, expensive dress for the occasion, and although it suited her, Rylon knew that she wasn't entirely comfortable in it. Her ice blue eyes were currently narrowed in mocking amusement and a slight smirk stained the natural shape of her lips. She had scoffed at his statement, but he was not surprised. He knew her too well. "No logical reason? Brother, have you forgotten our father? Our father who is currently held captive in the Targaryen dungeons as though he is a common street-rat." She spoke the name of the dragon house as though it were a piece of filth she was cleaning off her shoe. "I think we have plenty motive for not being exactly... civil with them at the moment. In fact, if the rumours are true, that our Lord Father did murder the King, we will definitely not be in their favour. I vote that we let them wallow in their ill-placed grief while they still hold the head of our house under their floors. Only when he is returned home, should we express some form of mourning, but no sooner than when that day comes."


"Astris..." Rylon sighed, unimpressed.


"No Rylon. This is not a time for diplomacy. I can sense it. Everyone can. There is a war coming and in war, people die. I will not stand to let those inbred Targaryens kill our father while we play nice with them! Something needs to be done. We cannot wait around and let it all happen. Brother please. Listen to your sense of reason for once. I know you consider every single aspect of every opportunity a hundred times over, but don't be too optimistic. We are not dealing with ourselves here. We need to do what needs to be done, and if that starts, however simple it may be, of not mourning the last King then that is what we must do." Astris explained. "I cannot just wait for him to die. We need to do something. Ours is the fury Brother, and you seem to be lacking in it."

 

[ajafueko]

She almost ran once he was following her but kept her composure. When they arrived at the empty room she led him in before locking the door behind them. She drew red morning and threatened him with it.


''Do you know who I am?'' she stepped forward pressing the blade to his throat ''I'm Maisie of house Stark. If you want to leave this room alive, your going to do two things: Firstly, your going to swear of all the gods and everyone you hold dear that you shan't tell anyone who I am as otherwise I will kill you. Secondly, your going to everything I tell you to do or I'll kill you and your brother.'' she moved her head closer to his. She liked the look of him and knew that she was going to enjoy having him do what she said. She might even be able to end the war before it began but she waited for his answer before thinking any further.

 

[CAP Ireland]

Christopher waited until she had said her part before drawing Vexed and pressing it to her gut.


''You think me defenceless? I'll have you know that I've killed many more men than they say. One more can't hurt.'' he looked into her eyes then. This was no battle of blades, it was a battle of wits, of spirit. She held the advantage but he had shocked her with his response.


Maisie Stark...it would be a shame to kill more of a dying breed, and such a lovely breed it is.