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[WanderingJester]

Tidus Marbrand


The Docks, Lannisport, the Westerlands.



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Ser Tidus Marbrand studied the fair woman in front of him. She's actually quite attractive compared to the other women that he had seen from the Iron Islands. Still the Lionguard Commander walked towards her before returning the bow, noticing her axe, and addressing her again. "Haelga Greyjoy, I hope you would forgive the security. As you've pointed out in your letter, we've not exactly had a pleasant time with the last visiters from the Iron Islands." He waved the letter in his hand, indicating that they have received her correspondence ahead of time and its proper contents. Looking over to the man behind her and seeing the weapons, Tidus could also see one of the escort ships loading up with supplies and returning out to the Greyjoy's armada, alibied fully stocked with guards as well for the brave merchant who agreed to do business with the Ironborn. The Lionguard commander look back to the Kraken. "Lord Tiber is very busy between the marshaling of troops and the coordination of his upcoming wedding. However, he can always make time for things associated with the future of House Lannister. With respect to you and yours, he's sent me here to judge in his place whether or not meeting with you is one of those things. What is your business with House Lannister Haelga Greyjoy?" All around, the men continued to be ready, though all seemed composed enough to not start a fight, even if they're ready for one.


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Tidus Marbrand


The Docks, Lannisport, the Westerlands.



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Ser Tidus Marbrand studied the fair woman in front of him. She's actually quite attractive compared to the other women that he had seen from the Iron Islands. Still the Lionguard Commander walked towards her before returning the bow, noticing her axe, and addressing her again. "Haelga Greyjoy, I hope you would forgive the security. As you've pointed out in your letter, we've not exactly had a pleasant time with the last visiters from the Iron Islands." He waved the letter in his hand, indicating that they have received her correspondence ahead of time and its proper contents. Looking over to the man behind her and seeing the weapons, Tidus could also see one of the escort ships loading up with supplies and returning out to the Greyjoy's armada, alibied fully stocked with guards as well for the brave merchant who agreed to do business with the Ironborn. The Lionguard commander look back to the Kraken. "Lord Tiber is very busy between the marshaling of troops and the coordination of his upcoming wedding. However, he can always make time for things associated with the future of House Lannister. With respect to you and yours, he's sent me here to judge in his place whether or not meeting with you is one of those things. What is your business with House Lannister Haelga Greyjoy?" All around, the men continued to be ready, though all seemed composed enough to not start a fight, even if they're ready for one.


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Haelga Greyjoy


Lannisport, Westerl
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Haelga shrugged, offering a slight smile. "It is perfectly understandable," she responded, nodding her head towards all the weapons pointed at her. She continued listening to him speak, nodding occasionally, before he finished, and Haelga began to speak. "My business with House Lannister is trying to establish a peace upon our two houses, revealing to Tiber the plans of my elder brother, if he is not already dead, and attempting to create a future to benefit all of us." Straight and to the point. "Across the Sunset Sea is incredible wealth and ample opportunity for us all. Perhaps, if all goes well, I nah be able to show the Westerlands the way?" She offered, gesturing with a hand towards the Sunset Sea.

 

[WanderingJester]

Tidus Marbrand


The Docks, Lannisport, the Westerlands.



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The Lionguard Commander stood with his red and gold armor. It was the best that money could afford next the armor actually worn by House Lannister members, and like those adorned with a lion's roaring head across the chest plate. He studied the woman in front of him for any dishonesty, instead finding only sincerity mixed with a bit of apathy. If what this Kraken said is true she was definitely not the typical Ironborn, and yet, could Tidus trust a long time enemy of the Westerlands, even one such as she? After a moment of consideration, the Lionguard Commander spoke to Haelga again. "We will escort you to Casterly Rock, where Lord Tiber will convene with you. Take four of those you trust, and this time, I do mean it when I say 'leave your weapons on board your vessel.'" He gestured at the axe on her side, as well as the large bardiche carrying man behind her.


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Tidus Marbrand


The Docks, Lannisport, the Westerlands.



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The Lionguard Commander stood with his red and gold armor. It was the best that money could afford next the armor actually worn by House Lannister members, and like those adorned with a lion's roaring head across the chest plate. He studied the woman in front of him for any dishonesty, instead finding only sincerity mixed with a bit of apathy. If what this Kraken said is true she was definitely not the typical Ironborn, and yet, could Tidus trust a long time enemy of the Westerlands, even one such as she? After a moment of consideration, the Lionguard Commander spoke to Haelga again. "We will escort you to Casterly Rock, where Lord Tiber will convene with you. Take four of those you trust, and this time, I do mean it when I say 'leave your weapons on board your vessel.'" He gestured at the axe on her side, as well as the large bardiche carrying man behind her.


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Haelga Greyjoy


Lannisport, Westerlands



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Haelga examined the man, his engraved armor, and his face, trying to find any sign of deception. Haelga had always had... Difficulties trusting others, but she felt even more nervous now. She didn't like going places without her weapons, and she knew Bear, arguably her best soldier, refused to go anywhere without his. For a split second, a look of uncertainty crossed her face, before the mask of apathy was back on, and she handed her axe to Bear, and called up four of her men, a Mussovite, a Yi Tish, and two Farwynds, who also removed their weapons and began to follow her. "Lead the way, Ser Tidus," she said plainly.

 

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Tidus Marbrand


The Docks, Lannisport, the Westerlands.



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Ser Tidus Marbrand watched patiently as the Ironborn woman in front of him disarmed herself, along with her companions and stepped off their ship. When the Lady addressed him again, he gave another quick bow, "right this way, my lady." Gesturing to the side, the Lionguard Commander led them to the side, where each of the men got patted down by a Lannister guard, with others watching. Tidus looked to Haelga, "apologies, but one can never take security too lightly these days." At the very least this treatment did not extend to the lady, who went through unmolested by any of the Lannister guards, save their suspicious gaze. When the all clear went through, those that escorted the party put away their weapons. One of the guards came forward with metal cuffs, but Tidus shot him down with a glare. "Those will not be necessarily, soldier." The man looked uncertain.


"But, ser-"


"Those will not be necessarily soldier," Tidus' stare went right through the guard, and the man gulped before nodded and stepping back. They continued forward as Tidus address the visitors. "My apologies for that disrespectful gesture. That mater will be addressed properly, I assure you."


Together the group went to the stables of Lannisport, where horses had been provided for everyone. Mounting up, they rode the distance between Lannisport and Casterly Rock, ascending higher and higher up the mountain until they reached the bridge into the Seat of House Lannister. With massive fortifications around them, they entered into the courtyard of arguably the strongest fortress in the Westerland to date. Everywhere stares followed the group as people looked at the Ironborns in Casterly Rock. Tidus ignored them as they didn't impede upon his tasks, and took them into the great hall.


The massive room was empty for the most part, with scattered servants cleaning things here and there. Many of them paused what they were doing before looking at the visiting party, but most went back to their work. On the side to the back though, and surprisingly not on the throne itself, was Tiber Lannister. Leaning back on one of the simpler wooden chairs, he seemed to be reading something when they came in, along with his cousin Wilhelm, though his Uncle Edwyn was nowhere to be found. The typical amount of armed Lionguards were standing at ready behind them, though doing their best to bland into the background. Walking up to the Lord of Casterly Rock, Tidus bowed and said, "My Lord Tiber. May I present to you Lady Haelga Greyjoy, Kraken of the Lonely Lights. She said she had business concerning the future of House Greyjoy and House Lannister." The Lionguard Commander then stepped back and to the side, removing himself between the visitors and his lord.


Looking up and spotting them for the first time since they arrived, Tiber Lannister dropped his parchment on a nearby table before smiling and standing quickly. Walking over to them, he had but a simple short sword to his side but dressed mostly in comfortable, if a bit luxurious robes. Behind him, Wilhelm, similarly dressed (if a bit less rich in his clothing) and armed, got up more slowly and cautiously, studying the party in front of them as he walked forward. The Lion of Lannister bowed before Haelga and extended his hand for hers, as per manners, and said, "Ah, Haelga Greyjoy. To what do we have the pleasure of your company today?"


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[TheAncientCelt]

Storm's End


Aiden Stark
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"Nuncle, you old trout!" The Lone Wolf roared, pushing past two wary looking guards. Aiden had a wide smile on his face as he reached the older lord, and without hesitation pulling him into a tight bear hug. "What in your seven hells are you doing down here? I came expecting Braedon, I was shocked to see so many ships here, is that old cock Rory still lurking around the castle too?" He spoke with no ill intent, the vulgar phrasing just being apart of the former heir's vocabulary. "I missed you in the capital, Nuncle. But with the attempt on Kuvira and Aerea, I had little and less time to socialize. It seemed like dark words kept pouring out from every corner of the world." He separated from the older man, breathing in heavily through his mouth as he sized up Lord Walder.


The man looked better than Aiden suspected, good enough to possibly fight the crown. Aiden didn't reveal the worry he had when he saw Walder at Storm's End, though, only the bright, wolfish smile he was known for. "And where is the People's Stag." His voice deepened, imitating possibly Braedon himself. "King now, I hear he calls himself. We'll need to have a long talk with him, Nuncle. Kuvira has offered terms, but I feared alone I wouldn't be able to talk sense into him. With you here, though? That stubborn goat will see this cause is hopeless."


The Goldcloaks that accompanied the Kingsguard filtered out from the first of the ships to dock, handing over their weapons, almost begrudgingly. Some refused to, keeping watch on the deck of the cogs with swords drawn. Two of the other merchant vessels further out at sea, still arriving into the bay, had twice the amount of men than those that Aiden himself came with. "Think I should eat some bread, salt is free in the water, I'll scoup some up real quick before Braedon gets out here." He nudged his head at the bay, his smile getting wider with the jape.


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[SirDerpingtonIV]

Tidus Marbrand


The Docks, Lannisport, the Westerlands.



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Ser Tidus Marbrand watched patiently as the Ironborn woman in front of him disarmed herself, along with her companions and stepped off their ship. When the Lady addressed him again, he gave another quick bow, "right this way, my lady." Gesturing to the side, the Lionguard Commander led them to the side, where each of the men got patted down by a Lannister guard, with others watching. Tidus looked to Haelga, "apologies, but one can never take security too lightly these days." At the very least this treatment did not extend to the lady, who went through unmolested by any of the Lannister guards, save their suspicious gaze. When the all clear went through, those that escorted the party put away their weapons. One of the guards came forward with metal cuffs, but Tidus shot him down with a glare. "Those will not be necessarily, soldier." The man looked uncertain.


"But, ser-"


"Those will not be necessarily soldier," Tidus' stare went right through the guard, and the man gulped before nodded and stepping back. They continued forward as Tidus address the visitors. "My apologies for that disrespectful gesture. That mater will be addressed properly, I assure you."


Together the group went to the stables of Lannisport, where horses had been provided for everyone. Mounting up, they rode the distance between Lannisport and Casterly Rock, ascending higher and higher up the mountain until they reached the bridge into the Seat of House Lannister. With massive fortifications around them, they entered into the courtyard of arguably the strongest fortress in the Westerland to date. Everywhere stares followed the group as people looked at the Ironborns in Casterly Rock. Tidus ignored them as they didn't impede upon his tasks, and took them into the great hall.


The massive room was empty for the most part, with scattered servants cleaning things here and there. Many of them paused what they were doing before looking at the visiting party, but most went back to their work. On the side to the back though, and surprisingly not on the throne itself, was Tiber Lannister. Leaning back on one of the simpler wooden chairs, he seemed to be reading something when they came in, along with his cousin Wilhelm, though his Uncle Edwyn was nowhere to be found. The typical amount of armed Lionguards were standing at ready behind them, though doing their best to bland into the background. Walking up to the Lord of Casterly Rock, Tidus bowed and said, "My Lord Tiber. May I present to you Lady Haelga Greyjoy, Kraken of the Lonely Lights. She said she had business concerning the future of House Greyjoy and House Lannister." The Lionguard Commander then stepped back and to the side, removing himself between the visitors and his lord.


Looking up and spotting them for the first time since they arrived, Tiber Lannister dropped his parchment on a nearby table before smiling and standing quickly. Walking over to them, he had but a simple short sword to his side but dressed mostly in comfortable, if a bit luxurious robes. Behind him, Wilhelm, similarly dressed (if a bit less rich in his clothing) and armed, got up more slowly and cautiously, studying the party in front of them as he walked forward. The Lion of Lannister bowed before Haelga and extended his hand for hers, as per manners, and said, "Ah, Haelga Greyjoy. To what do we have the pleasure of your company today?"


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Haelga Greyjoy


Lannisport, Westerlands



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Haelga simply nodded, beginning to follow the Marbrand, before her men were patted down and searched, although she was not. She simply raised an eyebrow at this, questioning the intrusive measures before some lower-ranking soldier approached her holding iron-cuffs. She simply looked at him blankly, casting a suspicious look towards the Marbrand. "The precautions are understandable."


As they mounted their horses, Haelga cast her gaze about the city of Lannisport, unable to quite an opinion on it. It was nice and all, a wealthy city that had little if not none of the dreaded squalor of kings landing, but it wasn't anything compared to what she had seen in her travels. She entered the keep of Casterly Rock next, ignoring the eyes of servants and soldiers who watched the progression of her and her four companions.


As she was introduced to Tiber and the throne room, she found herself to not be particularly surprised about any of it, except for the fact that the man who introduced himself as Tiber was not seated upon the throne. She eyed the sword at his side, frowning slightly at what she viewed as almost a breach of trust, but decided since their nations were at war, it did make a sort of sense. As he approached and bowed before her, she returned the gesture, taking his hand in hers and giving it a firm shake. "The pleasure of the company of a Greyjoy," she mused, eyeing him inquisitively. "I have come upon the topic I spoke of in the letter, Lord Tiber. The future of our people."

 

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Tiber Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, the Westerlands.



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Tiber Lannister took Haelga Greyjoy's hand after shaking it and kissed the back of it briefly, before letting go once more. "A lady from House Greyjoy should be treated no less than a lady from House Tully, or House Lannister. Since you've yet to try and take what is mine in the name of the 'Iron Price,' I hope you'll excuse me if I don't necessarily hold hostilities towards you, unlike your brother and his men." He took a step back, before clapping his hand and smiling. "Ah, but where are my manners. We're straight to business and I haven't even extended my hospitality yet." A servant came at the clap of his hand, and the Lord of Casterly Rock address him without looking. "Some bread and salt, and perhaps some drink and food afterwards for our guest. Now." The servant bowed and hurried off another another of his peers, and Tiber look back upon the group gathered in front of them. "My apologies for any unintended rudeness, would you care for a tour of the castle? I understand this is the first time any of you have been to Casterly Rock. I would be ashamed if I lacked the courtesy of showing you at least a bit of this humble seat of mine."


While he waited for the answer, the two servants returned with a tray of bread and a bowl of salt, with another three servants behind them with a plate of food, a pitcher of ale, a bottle of wine, and some cups for the drinks.


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Tiber Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, the Westerlands.



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Tiber Lannister took Haelga Greyjoy's hand after shaking it and kissed the back of it briefly, before letting go once more. "A lady from House Greyjoy should be treated no less than a lady from House Tully, or House Lannister. Since you've yet to try and take what is mine in the name of the 'Iron Price,' I hope you'll excuse me if I don't necessarily hold hostilities towards you, unlike your brother and his men." He took a step back, before clapping his hand and smiling. "Ah, but where are my manners. We're straight to business and I haven't even extended my hospitality yet." A servant came at the clap of his hand, and the Lord of Casterly Rock address him without looking. "Some bread and salt, and perhaps some drink and food afterwards for our guest. Now." The servant bowed and hurried off another another of his peers, and Tiber look back upon the group gathered in front of them. "My apologies for any unintended rudeness, would you care for a tour of the castle? I understand this is the first time any of you have been to Casterly Rock. I would be ashamed if I lacked the courtesy of showing you at least a bit of this humble seat of mine."


While he waited for the answer, the two servants returned with a tray of bread and a bowl of salt, with another three servants behind them with a plate of food, a pitcher of ale, a bottle of wine, and some cups for the drinks.


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Haelga Greyjoy


Casterly Rock, Westerlands



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Haelga simply chuckled at his words. "You are not the only one at conflict with my brother and his men," she admitted with a shrug. "I am afraid I had to kill quite a few of his men on my way out of Pyke," she admitted with a shrug. "And besides, the Iron Price is not a practice I believe in." She said, nodding her head. "And thanks for your hospitality, Lord Tiber. Already an improvement from the imprisonment my brother provided me," she chuckled. "I would appreciate a tour of Casterly Rock, of course, but not before I partake in your bread and salt, as is customary." Saying that let the Lannister know she wasn't ready to openly trust him, just as he wasn't ready to openly trust her by the taking of her axe.


As servants carried the bread and salt over, she ignored the other things they brought, eating only the bread and salt.

 

[WanderingJester]

Tiber Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, the Westerlands.



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If Tiber Lannister seemed bothered by anything, he didn't show it. At Haelga's words his smile gained more warmth, and he nodded politely at her. "I see we have common interests. Please help yourselves." He gestured at the bread and salt held out by the servants next to them, along with the wine, ale and food behind those two servants. "Well, I would hope that we may accommodate you and your men just as well as any fortress on the Iron Islands, if not, dare I say, even better. I do hope we may find mutual benefits in our future endeavors together, something that, from what I've gathered from your words, you and your brother's relationship lacked. From the bread and salt next to me now, you'll have no need to fear harm from me, so long as you don't intend the same upon me and mine." He waited politely for the visiting group in front of him to partake in the food and drink. "Whenever you're ready, we may begin the tour. Perhaps at the end, we enjoy and agree on more than just a pleasant walk through a castle."


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[Hypnos]

Walder Tully

Storm's End, Shipbreaker Bay, The Stormlands.​

"Aiden Stark as I live and breathe, I had never thought this day would come" Walder smiled, the elderly man accepting the lone wolf's hug with compliance, only beginning to pull away when the pain became too much to bear. He was an old man, and proud, but he still loved his family no matter what they might do, and the oath of a Kingsguard was not enough for Walder to abandon his nephew, not like his father had, he had promised Jasseline long ago that should the boy ever seek haven then that he would open his halls and whilst the boy was now a man grown, and the trout considerable older Walder would not refuse the lad, not war could ever change that, nor any amount of interference from the dragon queen.


"I came after my dismissal from court by Queen Kuvira, much like yourself I intended to stop Breaden from doing something rash, though I fear I have fallen for his charms, so much like Osmund he is, so much like your father..." Walder let his thoughts trail off he knew that Aiden wasn't fond of his father and for good reason, but Tadhg Stark was the trouts oldest living friend and Aiden was the spitting image of the man in his prime, down to the very mannerisms, and Walder could often forget that he was not as young as he once was.


"I'm sorry for not speaking to you sooner but as you have said the capital was chaotic for us all, Barba asked after you" he was referring of course not to his wife but her namesake, Lothar's daughter and a girl that had been infatuated with her cousin (Once-Removed) since youth "It seems the Kingsguard oaths hurt us all" he chuckled, attempting to lighten the situation, he knew Aiden like he knew the man's father and a wolfish grin could just as likely be hiding pain and anger as it could joy and happiness.


"Breaden will be here momentarily, I merely came ahead so I could reconnect with my nephew without prying ears, I'm sure his grace will be pleased to see an old friend" Walder had ignored the boys comments about Rory, though at the mention of surrender he drew breath, it seemed the affair was not to be as simple as he had hoped, Breaden would never surrender even if only in name, he was too much like Osmund for that, and these terms not matter how generous were like to not be favourable towards the stag and his brother, nor towards himself, besides the hopeless cause of which Aiden spoke was tens of thousands strong, much larger than that of the Crownlands and Kuvira's allies, at least as far as he knew "We shall see about talking sense", the old man said through pursed lips "It is a new dawn after all, who knows what could happen, who knows who could admit defeat"


Walder chuckled at the man's jape, offering his some bread that he had snatched from the castle, at least he didn't intend to kill him, northerners took great stock in guest right, though he was slightly unnerved by the men's refusal to lay down their arms, he would have Lord Eddard speak to them later when they were safely back in the castle, hopefully dissuade them from doing something rash.


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Barba Tully

Riverrun, The Red Fork, The Riverlands.​

Barba looked down on Tiber's letter with a frown, not bothering to write out a reply, it was after all a mere letter of acknowledgment from the man regarding the RSVP to his wedding and she didn't want to get into a fight with the Tiber Lannister over Raven, especially since he was to be her nephew soon, he would have plenty of of time to yell at him at his wedding but for now she had more important letters to write.

Helyon Tarly, Lord of Horn Hill and Lord Marshall of the Southmarch.


Helyon, I'm writing to you not regarding our families' previous encounter at Riverrun, nor the marriage alliance that has been brokered between our two families but rather to ask a simple request, I know that you and my mother have not quite seen eye to eye but we are still family and that is why I reach out to you today. My cousin, Lady Leane Brax, the daughter of my mothers sister, is to be wed to Lord Tiber Lannister of Casterly Rock and their ceremony is to take place a few weeks hence. Lady Agnes has always been close to her cousin and the two have been friends for many years and it would be a shame if Agnes was to miss her wedding as she unfortunately had to miss Agnes'. I ask that Agnes be able to ride out with the Tully party so as to celebrate this union with her family, he husband can come too if he so desires as I am sure the two have grown very close.


I await your response.


Benjicot Tully, Knight of Riverrun.

Barba signed her son's name with incredible accuracy, a trick she had learned to do long ago when forging her husbands name upon documents, "Maester, take this to the rookery if you please, Horn Hill"


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[Leusis]

Roland Wilds - Northern Fair Isle

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Blood splashed against Roland's face as he dug his dagger into the young man beneath hims throat. It had been this bandit who had pulled him from his saddle and began a short wrestling match in the mud before his life was swiftly ended. Scrambling quickly towards his sword Roland was tossed from his feet as he reached out for the hilt, losing his grip on his dagger in the process. Another mans larger frame bringing him down into the mud once again with a loud thud, Roland grunting from the impact. Eyes going wide as the man thrust a large dagger down towards his helmets visor Roland jerked to the side to dodge as he raised a knee into the mans crotch. Rolling on top of him as he writhed in pain Roland pulled his helm off his head, slamming it into the bearded mans face. Hearing the breaking of teeth and the cracking of the mans skull as he wailed on him for nearly a dozen strikes Roland dropped his helm and ripped the heater shield from the mans arm.


Raising it high as another bandit swung his axe down hard Roland was forced onto his back. "Oak and iron protect me well or else I'm dead and doomed to hell" he thought, remembering the old verse his father had told him in his youth. Placing his shield in front of his chest as the man swung his axe again the wood nearly split, the wooden shield slamming against Roland's chest. Luckily however like many axes its blade was stuck in the shield, giving Roland the opportunity to swing it to the side hard to bring the man holding it off balance. Using his precious opportunity Roland grabbed the hilt of his longsword and scrambled to his feet, heavy breaths escaping his lungs. The large man who had swung the axe finally wrenching it free raised it above his head and swinging it down hard at Roland's skull. His form was sloppy at best and further more he was too weak for the size of his axe, making side stepping the strike rather easy. Thrusting at the mans neck he raised his axe surprisingly quickly, knocking Roland's sword high.


Before either he or Roland had a chance to strike again a large maul buried itself into the back of the mans skull, sending blood and brains splattering around the area. Looking beyond the mutilated man Roland spotted John, his full size and girth making it obvious how he could even wield such a large hammer, let alone cause a mans head to explode from a single strike. "Better watch your shoulder, might throw it out swinging a hammer like that" Roland said under a chuckle as he wiped a bit of blood from his cheek with his mailed hand. Simply smiling towards Roland John turned back to the battle at hand which seemed all but done. With the new found silence Roland could hear the dying bandits, many of them gurgling on blood or moaning in pain as knights stepped over them and struck them with their swords to finish them off.


Only ten minutes after the battle did Roland's knights sort out all of their losses, totaling in at a dozen dead and a dozen wounded. It would have been an acceptable loss for most leaders but Roland knew most if not all of his knights personally and the loss of life was hard on him. Shaking his head he brought his sword to his side and sheathed it once again "God damn it, well how many of the bastards did we kill?" Roland asked the reporting knight. "All but one sir, their leader" Roland glared off in the distance as he moved to mount his horse "Take him back to the castle and put him in the dungeon, I'll deal with him when I have time for it" he spoke as he mounted his steed and began the ride back to Fair Castle, his men following behind them with the wounded and dead being carried by various knights and the twenty men-at-arms he had brought along.

 

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Tiber Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, the Westerlands.



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If Tiber Lannister seemed bothered by anything, he didn't show it. At Haelga's words his smile gained more warmth, and he nodded politely at her. "I see we have common interests. Please help yourselves." He gestured at the bread and salt held out by the servants next to them, along with the wine, ale and food behind those two servants. "Well, I would hope that we may accommodate you and your men just as well as any fortress on the Iron Islands, if not, dare I say, even better. I do hope we may find mutual benefits in our future endeavors together, something that, from what I've gathered from your words, you and your brother's relationship lacked. From the bread and salt next to me now, you'll have no need to fear harm from me, so long as you don't intend the same upon me and mine." He waited politely for the visiting group in front of him to partake in the food and drink. "Whenever you're ready, we may begin the tour. Perhaps at the end, we enjoy and agree on more than just a pleasant walk through a castle."


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Haelga Greyjoy


Casterly Rock, Westerlands



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She simply nodded at his response, as if expecting it. Her men ate from the bread and salt, as did she, before pausing and waiting for a few moments. She only chuckled at his words about the Greyjoy family dynamic, or, as far as she was concerned, the complete lack of it. "I have four hundred and twelve others with me, not counting myself. Is that a number you can support, Lord Tiber?" she asked, an eyebrow raised as she asked the question in the serious manner she normally spoke with. "I intend nothing harmful upon you and yours, Lord Tiber," she promised, giving a simple nod. "Now, for the tour?" she asked, beginning to follow him.


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[Veyd Sahvoz]

Tadhg Stark






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Overlooking all of the Bannermen that gathered from his position alin front of the gates of Winterfell all that was left was House Umber of the Last Hearth, the last house left. They could've met them on the road along the way but, given his present condition, this might be his last battle and if so he preferred to be prepared and ready. Just a while longer he would wait. Bloody bastard had him waiting for a long time that he was already considering to send a Raven.


That's it, I'm not waiting. He unsheathed his sword and stabbed it into the ground before him, giving his wife Jasselin a quick glance before addressing the many soldiers that stand before him. "I call upon you here today to join me in aiding our friends and allies in the South of House Baratheon. You all are here as your own self yet all the same while fighting as one, and remember unlike our enemies we fight together as one! What is our words?" Tadhg took a moment to breathe from all his shouting, "Winter is coming, and when it does we will he ready!" His words of inspiriaton were immediately followed by a war cry from every one of his Bannermen in agreement. They all knew this risks of this but they went along anyways for reasons only guessed. Their Lord would then mount his horse beside his beloved wife and trusted general, leading the army of 18, 000 to the Storm Land's.


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[WanderingJester]

Rowan Tarly


Parade Grounds, Horn Hill, the Reach.



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The heir of House Tarly hurried towards the castle, past through the various encampments setting up nearby. Rowan had just received a runner from the keep; apparently his father had asked for his presence. This meant either new orders were being issued or he had done something wrong. Between possible death in the future war, or facing the wrath of his father, Rowan didn't know which was worse honestly. The Tarly Heir had, like his brother, spend most of his time preparing, training, equipping and generally overseeing the marshaling of troops at Horn Hill since getting rested from their hellish journey away from Riverrun. Saluting a few men here and there on the way, he quickly went past the main gate, through the doors of the keep, and up towards the war room. Two guards stood next to the open entrance to where his father had been establishing Reach's northern defenses, working in contingent with Maester Broin in communictions or one of the Lords that had remained at Horn Hill. Several of their guests had excused themselves after the meetings in order to marshal forces around their own seat; none headed back to Highgarden as far as he could tell. Taking a breath, the young man went through the entrance way and looked for his father.


Helyon Tarly stood over the map of Northern Reach and the Westerlands, with various pieces on it. A knife placed directly over Casterly Rock had several arrows drawn from its location, indicating the best possible routes of attack southward. Other commanders of House Tarly stood around and Rowan could see Uncle Erik standing to the side, almost awkwardly. It was hard to believe that this was the same man that his father had held to high esteem, especially in the martial sense. Erik Rowan had let himself go over the past few years, and Rowan wondered how different things would be had he met the Lord of Goldengrove at his prime.


"Rowan, come here." His father's voice snapped him out of things, and the Tarly heir went over to his father, who held out a letter in his hand. Taking it, Rowan read it quickly before looking up.


"Father, I'm sure we can arrange something for-"


"I need you here to finish mustering the troops." That was it. He had his answer. Once Helyon Tarly decided upon something, he rarely changed his mind without a large enough reason. Upsetting his daughter-in-law would not be one of those. Sighing internally, Rowan nodded, before giving a quick salute to Uncle Erik and the others in the room and leaving. As he walked down the hallway to the chamber he shared with Agnes, the young man went over just how tell his wife about this. They had shared a bed together for a few nights now, but have yet to consummate their marriage still. At this point, given the seeming state of things with them sleeping in the same bed together, none had reason to question that the marriage hadn't been consummated. Still, he could feel the gaps between him and the red haired lady, seemingly insurmountable when they first married, narrow a bit each day. The day before, Rowan actually got a genuine smile from her, an achievement he placed high on his list, right next to the first joust match he had ever won. Finally making it in the door, he knocked before opening it.


Inside, Agnes Tarly stitched on a handkerchief. She had taken on knitting and stitching after arriving a Horn Hill, being generally polite but not very outgoing at the moment. Rowan couldn't blame her. There was no high court of fashion and beautiful gardens at Horn Hill, nor rich balls to host and a train of guests to entertain. Horn Hill was more a military fortress than anything else, and with plenty to do for any young man aspiring to the martial order, but few for anyone else that wasn't a servant. Going up to her, the Tarly heir gathered his voice and called out to her. "Hello there, my lady?" He had gotten used to calling her his "lady" until he felt he had permission to use more affectionate names, even the title of "wife." Though they have gotten closer together, they were not as close as a husband should to a wife. "I-" Rowan stopped, he could already feel the disappointment from her, the resigned look in her eyes as she smile mechanically back at him and say "of course, as our lord commands." He bit his lip, what else could he do? He couldn't disobey his father's command, and yet...


Rowan looked at Agnes and said, "How would you like to attend the wedding at Casterly Rock without me Agnes?"


@Hypnos


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Carth Flowers


The War Room, Horn Hill, the Reach.



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Carth Flowers watched as Rowan Tarly left the room, looking disappointed. He did not envy that man's position between his strict father and his dispassionate wife. There had been already bets in some of the barracks on who will make the Tarly Heir a cuckold and money was placed from the Mountain Lion to the next sellsword that passes through Horn Hill. Carth didn't take part in the "merriment;" he had too much respect for their commander. Say what you will about Rowan Tarly, there wasn't a better man to lead a brigade in combat than him, save perhaps his father himself. Helyon Tarly was not above getting his hands dirty, though he had mostly delegated tasks to subordinates and command on a general level mostly. The poor Ironborn scum that got shipwrecked on the coast had the taste of that personally. Still, no reason to demean a good commander for his weakness in the marital life that mismatched his strength in the martial one.


The bastard knight had actually been surprised at the reaction of his lord throughout the morning. They had just received letters from both Riverrun and Casterly Rock, and while Helyon's a very disciplined man, he does have outlets for his frustrations. Fortunately for combat readiness but unfortunately for the actual troops themselves, one was drilling perfection into the Tarly forces. Carth could run the split formation in his sleep after all the drilling Lord Helyon done with them the last time a particular bandit band evaded them. Today however was different. Helyon merely read the letter from Casterly Rock quickly, before tossing it into the nearest fireplace. The second and a third letter from the Shield Islands, both failed to elicit a response from him, other than a quickly written reply to one. Though the Lord of Horn Hill paid little attention to them in all fairness. Now as another piece on the map got shifted, Lord Erik Rowan's voice called out, catching Carth's attention. "Helyon, I really must be going. Eveleen will be-"


Helyon Tarly turned and looked at his old comrade, who quickly quiet down. After a minute, the Lord of Horn Hill replied, "of course, let me walk you out old friend." He gestured and Carth and another knight flanked the pair as they make their way out of the war room. As they walk, Helyon spoke. "You have let peace corrupt you Erik."


The Lord of Goldengrove sighed, "Alas, I am old Helyon. Neither of us are as young as we used to be." Helyon grunted as they continued walking, before speaking up once more.


"Do you remember Sunflower Hall?"


Erik gave a curt laugh. "How can I not? Outnumbered by the fucking Dornishmen, reinforcements weeks away and they assault the walls every hour. By the Warrior I thought by the fourth day that would've been the end of us." The Lord of Goldengrove's eyes glossed over as he reminiscent of the old times. "When the Redwyne ships came over that horizon and the sand bastards made that last push: that was the day you won that sword on your back Helyon." Apparently Helyon Tarly received Heartsbane from his father after the siege and battle was over.


"That was also the day you won my sister's heart," Helyon replied as they stepped outside. The sun shone brightly, and the occasional breeze were blessings to Carth, currently in plate mail as usual. "They busted through the main gates with that ram on the second day, and we filled the breach back up with their dead. We must have spent at least two days after on and off on that wall, fighting them off day and night. If Luthor had been delayed another few days we would all be dead, likely stabbed to death after collapsing from exhaustion." Erik didn't speak. From the stiffening of his strides, Carth could tell that the mentioning of Lord Tarly's sister had special meaning for Lord Erik. When he spoke again, his voice cracked.


"Helyon, about Katleen-"


Helyon Tarly stopped, and turned to his friend. Erik also turned to him, but didn't meet the other man's eyes. "I know she meant to you just as much as she did to me Erik," Helyon said, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I know you loved her, and I would've been glad to have had you as a brother-in-law, as well as one in arms."


Erik slowly looked up at his friend, who seemed to have nothing but sincerity in his eyes. If it weren't for the thousands of hours of drilling discipline into him, Carth might have fallen over at the sight of Helyon Tarly showing this level of emotion outward. "She would've made a great lady Rowan Helyon. She would've made a great one." Tears ran down the Lord of Goldengrove's face as he broke down in the courtyard, and Helyon Tarly simply looked down to the ground, his eyes away from view. Carth shifted uncomfortably at the scene, as did others. Some men though, who had served with Lord Rowan for a long time, knew of the pain that man went through, and simply stayed respectfully silent while averting their eyes away from Lord Erik's moment with his friend.


"I know Erik, I know." The man waited for a moment for his friend to compose himself, before continuing. "Erik, we've known each other for a long time. You even named your daughter after Katleen, and my son of your house. I know the Eveleen's been a good wife to you, but she, and the rest of Goldengrove must understand that everyone there is Rowan first and anything else second. Highgarden might be a useful friend to have, but Highgarden isn't prepared for war, not in a way that Goldengrove needs to be right now. Remember who you are and take control of House Rowan." Helyon once more put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Come back to the man that Katleen Tarly fell in love with."


At those words, Erik Rowan looked up at Helyon Tarly. Carth stumbled backwards at the transformation within the man. He might still have the same physique than a second ago, but in Lord Rowan's eyes was a fire that would drive off a direwolf. The man stood up straight and nodded, a gesture which Helyon Tarly return. They proceeded to the stables without another word. When Erik Rowan and his men mounted up, he stared back at Helyon not with the man who had been spoiled by years of peace but a commander for war. "I'll to my seat then. We will be ready when the Lion comes Helyon. You'll have Goldengrove's full support. The future of House Rowan and the Reach depends on it." Without another word, Lord Rowan rode from Horn Hill towards North, and Helyon Tarly stared after the convoy before turning back to the keep, with Carth and the other knights behind him.


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Tiber Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, the Westerlands.



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Tiber Lannister smiled at Haelga's concern. "My good lady I expect to have around 40000 men stationed outside my walls by the time of my wedding, and that's excluding the fleet at Lannisport. Accommodating another 400 or so men will not be an issue, even if they take an excess of food, wines and whores. I am glad that you confirmed those words with eating my bread and salt, now, shall we begin?" After seeing that all of Haelga's party have had their fill with the food and drink, the Lord of Casterly Rock began walking out of the Great Hall, while speaking. "Here's the great hall, where my ancestors in the past have rendered judgment and made decisions to shape the Westerlands and beyond. It will be the place where my wedding ceremony will take place in short time. A good size to accommodate a large guest list, wouldn't you agree?" They walked out and into a garden, followed by the Lionguards and Wilhelm.


The garden had an overview of the Sunset Sea, and between the vibrant colors of the flowers to the blue of the ocean, the scene was surreal. Tiber continued speaking, "one of our many gardens. These places are not only of beauty but we do host a number of fruits and foodstuffs here to supplement the kitchen within the castle." He went over to a plant and plucked out a richly red tomato before biting into it. "Delicious, feel free to sample some of them yourselves." After taking a few more bites before tossing the mostly eaten fruit off the side of the overlook, he cleaned himself with a handkerchief and looked to Haelga, "Shall we discuss more about your business concerning both our houses then? It is a fine day out and here's as good a place as any to begin."


@SirDerpingtonIV

 

[Leusis]

Roland Wilds - Fair Castle

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Roland sunk into his throne as he looked to Maester Merek, obvious signs of exhaustion in his eyes from the long ride to battle and the long ride back. "Send word that the three longships on the northern coast are to be sailed in to port and used in the future. As for the dozen knights that were lost I would like you to get John to knight the dozen oldest and most skilled of the squires. Give the young men the dead's armor if it fits them and if it does not get the blacksmiths to make them fit. Also send word to all corners of the isle that the levies are to be raised and gathered here for training in preparation for war". Merek simply nodded and proceeded out of the hall as he went give all the orders Roland had given him. Sitting up in his throne Roland would sigh loudly as he began removing his clothing. First came his boots, then his shirt and sheathed sword. Standing he proceeded towards the baths, gesturing for a servant girl to prepare him one as he removed his pants.


Sitting nude in the bath house he waited for the servants to draw the water for him. Blood still staining his hands and face he could see the freight in the two womens eyes. It was something he was used to at this point as many of the simple folk in Westeros did not understand a man such as him, a man who was good at little else than killing. Lowering himself into the hot water of his bath Roland slowly sank until his head was submerged, holding his breath as he tried to relax, upset at the loss of his men during the fighting.

Several Days Later

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It was only two weeks or so until Tiber's wedding. the training of his levies had only begun yesterday though they were progressing quickly due to the fact Roland had one knight to train groups of five. Making the whole deal a lot more personal and thus more capable of spotting mistakes in technique and formation. It was surprising how well the peasants of this isle were responding to it actually, though John had the theory that it was due to the inhabitants finally being tired of being taken advantage of. Walking calmly through the training grounds outside of the castle Roland scrutinized every step the levies took, sometimes even correcting their mistakes himself.


Stepping close to Roland Jon stood next to him, towering high above his smaller lord. "I want the four-hundred best to gather at the docks in a week, and I want the eighty best knights we have with them. Make sure the best knights train the best levies before then so that they're all used to working with each other. That way when we're on the battlefield they're all in sync with each other". Roland's words were well thought out and serious, an attitude Roland only took on when he knew lives would be at stake, and he knew very well that preparation and foresight was the best way to lose the fewest. "We've got a few hundred men from the fields that have done levy work before, about as veteran as you could expect a peasant to be with all the Ironborn raids they see. I have no doubt the four-hundred you want will be some of the best Tiber gets from his lords". "They better" Roland spoke simply "Tiber isn't the type of man I'd like to disappointed" he paused for a moment "Maybe I'll put a wig on you and get you to suck his cock so he's not quite as angry if our men don't live up to expectation" he said with a chuckle. "And maybe I'll drown your ass on the way to Casterly Rock" John spoke in response, much to the amusement of Roland.

 

[Rhosvyn]

Osric Mormont

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Osric and his family sat in the living quarters of Mormont Keep, the room was a cozy one it had a large fur rug lying in the middle and a large fireplace filling the room with warmth and light, there was rocking chairs and a few small tables in the room for relaxing and eating. Jorah (Osrics only son and heir, also the youngest of his children) was sitting at one of the small tables eating dinner (it was a wooden plate with bread and fish, a popular meal on Bear Island) while Margaret and Lyanna sat on chairs near the fireplaces, faces glowing from the light and warmth of the fire deep in conversation with one another. Patricia was in her chambers most likely playing around with her hair or doing something artsy (Bear Island has a very prominent female warrior culture, Patricia is a rare lady-like islander.) Osric and his wife Cassandra sat on rocking chairs facing the fireplace from the opposite side of the room with the fur rug between them and the fireplace Cassandra was reading one of her books, while Osric was admiring the embers and enjoying the moment. Unexpectedly the Maester of Bear Island, Maester Isaac entered the room in a rush to hand a letter to Osric.


"Apologies my lord and lady but I assure you that this is very important." He said as he handed the letter over to Osric.


Osric examined the letter before he unrolled it, it had been sealed by the Starks of Winterfell, he tried to prepare himself the best that he could but he could never have expected what contents were inside... a look of dead seriousness swept across Osrics face changing the entire atmosphere of the room, it was a call to war the Starks planned to march south to aid "King Braedon Baratheon". Osric slowly rose from his seat and handed the letter back to Maestar Isaac before he spoke.





"Thank you Maester Isaac for bringing this to my immediate attention..." Osric took a pause to look at his wife and children.





"It... saddens me to say the letter says that the Realms have been broken once again, the Starks are calling the banners for war" Osric said in a disappointed voice he has seen what war can do and what it has done.


The Mormont family nodded in understanding, Bear Island and it's people were as loyal to the Starks as one could get, they knew that it was there duty to ride for Winterfell and answer the call and it seemed that they were prepared to do just that.


"I will plan our travels to Winterfell tonight, we should leave by the morning... Jorah and Margaret you two will come with me to Winterfell with 1000 soldiers to support the Starks, I shall leave Patricia and Lyanna with Cassandra here at home with 1000 troops for safety." Osric said this now not as a father but a leader, he was lucky that he had a gift for both and his family respected him for it, none of them would refuse him because of that and they also admired him.





That night Osric prepared the men and the boats while Jorah and Margaret prepared for their first war, the three of them parted with the rest of the Mormont family as they sailed away to the mainland, they were to meet up with the Glovers (who were family through marriage by Cassandra) and ride the rest of the way to Winterfell together.

 

[Hypnos]

Agnes Tully

Rowan's Chambers, Horn Hill, The Reach.​

Rowan could almost see the tears welling in his lady wife's eyes as he entered the room, she knew what the conversation was to be about even before he opened his mouth and she dreaded the answer that he would give. She had not been happy here at Horn Hill, neither had she been offered the chance to be, the castle was a large military construct built in the age of heroes by the brothers Harlon and Herndon of the Horn and had little in the way of distractions, at least not as many as Riverrun. Though, in truth what she craved was not the fragrant smells of the open gardens nor the warm homeliness of the Maester's rookery but rather was the comfort and reassurance of her family, she missed her father, even if he had sold her off, and her mother too, she had even taken up knitting and stitching to be closer to the woman's memory, though it was all in vain for nothing could fill the hole her family left: no duty or honour


She had smiled but once since her arrival in the keep, well once sincerely, a fake smile had adorned her face since that night in her grandfathers chamber, where she had broken down in front of her Lord husband, embarrassing herself forever more, she was loath to let something like that happen again. Rowan was nice enough and had been the only one to get her to smile, if only because he reminded her of her uncle Walder (Jr) but she was not attracted to the man, not in any way, nor would she consider them friends despite their position as husband and wife, more casual acquaintances, something not helped by the fact that they hardly saw each other, Helyon Tarly whipped his son like a horse and he spent more time sleeping with his men than he did his wife.


As she heard his words her mouth fell open slightly, her face now resembled the trouts which adorned the banners of Riverrun "I... I..." It was a tempting offer, and more than she could have hopped for, a chance to meet with her family without the prying eyes of her in-laws, though it did leave a sour taste in her mouth to think about spending even less time with her husband, she was not oblivious to the pool that the guards had regarding who she would invite into her bed, but she didn't have the drive nor the courage to try and stop them, no more than she had to sleep with her husband "Thank you my l... Husband" the word sounded foreign on her tongue, as if it had collected dust from lack of use "I would very much like to see my family once more" she smiled, it was small but noticeable, and was much more sincere than anything else that Rowan had seen from her.


She got up, brushing her Tully red hair from her face before approaching Rowan, pulling the man into embrace, it was not the traditional passionate hug a wife would give a husband, but it was the closest Rowan was going to get "Thank you" she whispered into the man's ear "Thank you"


@WanderingJester

 

[Leusis]

Roland Wilds - Port Wilds

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Standing on the docks of the recently renamed port Roland had the force of 400 men-at-arms and 80 knights and their squires at his back. He had left John in charge of his lands with his uncle Lucas aiding him as best he could. His uncle being an older man with experience any many things was an obvious choice as co-regent though he always seemed to like being left alone, rarely coming near Roland to converse unless he was delivering his advice on a matter. His terrible joints and lung problems kept him from fighting like he did as a younger man but from what Roland remembered of him in his childhood he was able to treat any knight in his father band like a child. Even now Roland could only think that Lucas was considerably better than he is and that back in the day Lucas even fought a melee with the current best member of the kingsguard, ending in a draw between them.


Sadly now he was a husk of his former self, just as he was when he taught Roland the footwork and technique he now used in all of his battles, things his father was never able to teach him when he was younger. But he was wise, and a man who could dull the quick anger of John with a simple glance, for even now in his terrible condition he demanded obedience and could even hold his own against a few of the better squires in Roland's band. Stepping onto the deck of the galley Roland let out a slow sigh before he spoke "We set sail within the hour boys!".

Road to Casterly Rock several days later

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Trotting along on his horse Roland glanced around his surroundings, the hills and mountains of the Westerlands being breath taking this time of year, though he had no time to stand around staring. They were nearly within the massive camp that sprawled out around Casterly Rock and he would have to meet with many lords and ladies at the wedding soon. Wearing common riding clothes currently he made his way through the camp with his small army of men. It was when he approached the gates that he noticed a man and his own force only a few dozen yards ahead. Raising a hand to halt his men he rode ahead, passing by the Clegane forces as he could tell from the banners a few men were carrying. "Lawsen?" he questioned as he approached the young man, unable to tell if it was him or not as he had only seen him once or twice during the War of the Lions. "Where is your older brother?" he questioned again, assuming that Lawsen knew who he was, just as many lords in the Westerlands did. It was odd seing the pup leading this force instead of the hound and Roland needed answers as to why.


Gregor, one of the smaller knights in Roland's company spoke loudly to the men Roland had left behind "Move to the camp site and pitch your tents, we'll need to wait until the wedding is over before we go anywhere. I'm sure the Lannisters have provided plenty of intertainment in whore and ale, enjoy them as you please". His voice was commanding and even though he was small in stature he was a brawny man, easily as strong as men who stood a head taller, but more importantly he was quick with the greatsword he used in combat, a rarity among the preppy knights of today who knew littler more than jousting.


@AnnoDomini

 

[TheAncientCelt]

Storm's End


Aiden Stark
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Aiden let out a hollow laugh at the comparison between his father and Braedon. He hadn't seen the Baratheon lord in quite a while, but he hoped it wasn't true. His own grievances with his father split him from the family completely. What down time he received from being a Kingsguard, little that there was, he spent in the city. It was better off drinking in a nice tavern outside the Red Keep than taking a long trip up to Winterfell, only to be berated for his life choices. "Make sure you give Barba a big trouts kiss for me, eh nuncle? Aunty too, I fear without you around half the servants must be terrified to step outside their own quarters." A more energetic burst of laughter escaped the man, remembering some early visits he had to Riverrun as a child. The stern, sometimes mean, Barba Bracken scolding him relentlessly for his wild ways.


The news that Walder essentially switched sides caused a momentary lapse in Aiden, a confused, if not concerned expression crossing his visage. It went as quickly as it came, the Stark choosing to make fun with his uncle, rather than turn the occasion into a heated discussion, It would be so soon enough. "I'm glad the Lord of Storm's End will grace me with his divine presence." Aiden rolled his eyes, a wide smile plastered on his face. "He doesn't look like a king. Maybe a jester, a brave jester, like Mushroom. But then Mushroom was a bit bolder than our friend Braedon."


As Lord Walder offered the youth some bread, Aiden bellowed out a loud laugh, taking the food and holding it close to his lips. "I'll wait for Braedon to arrive, I have a good jape for him. My thanks to you, uncle, this will catch the young deer off his game."

 

[JustWhipIt]

Storm's End, The Stormlands


POV: Wendel Baratheon
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The Stag eyeballed the fireplace, squatting down in hopes of a better view. The dancing flames devoured the torn sheets of parchment, all being reduced to ashes this very second. The Baratheon's face grew warm with heat, a hand to the cheek confirming the fact. Yet, the man remained in his crouch, still trained on the burning hearth in front of him. The deed was done—none of his brothers would know of the Lord of Lannister's new discovery, so to say. As Lord Tiber's message was left burning, so were any chances of Astris's chances of returning home.


Although, he felt no remorse for his sister. Perhaps it was a terrible thing to do. Although, the more he thought of it, the more justified he became. Astris would be kept secure in Casterly Rock, and would be reunited with her family soon enough—provided that they were still alive. It was true that Braedon had assembled quite the force, even if Rory's complete allegiance was questionable. Still, the possibility of a disaster left a bitter taste in Wendel's mouth. Braedon's hatred towards Rory was unprecedented, concerning the younger Baratheon a fair amount. With the exception of the Targaryens, he didn't put it past his brother to see to Rory's death, even at the cost of hundreds of men.


And it seemed they were only getting more.


The good maester appeared once more at the door, a slow and extended creaking serving as more than enough a signal for Wendel to arise. By now, he had learned that the elder served only one purpose in his life. Maester Barret's limb extended from his robe, only confirming his suspicions.


"A letter."


Receiving the scroll, Wendel broke the seal as he gazed at the contents, a process he was all to familiar with. The letter, from Lord Tadhg, all but confirmed Baratheon support from the North. His eyes were glued on the sheet, though must have shown some indication of being pleased, as Maester Barret had spoke up in curiosity.


"Yes? What is it?"


"It appears Lord Tadhg has heard our plea, and is willing to oblige," Wendel responded, the look in his eye hinting for the maester to back off.


"Shall I have it sent to your brother then?"


"No need," Wendel reassured. "I'd be more than happy to relay the information to him later. Besides, he is in an important meeting right now, or have you already forgotten?"


"Come to think of it, why aren't you at the meeting? I'd imagine that you'd want to discuss some things with your brothers, after all."


"I have no interest in politics, you know that." It was true—he had little curiosity of the subject. He was prepared to elaborate on the topic, though the earth-shattering series of horns prevented him from doing so. Apparently, it had astonished the maester as well, stumbling back in bewilderment. Choosing to ignore his clumsiness, Wendel turned around, striding to a nearby table. His gaze was fixed upon the ink and quill that were situated on the desk.


"If you'll excuse me, I shall be writing a response to Lord Tadhg."


The maester merely nodded, an ounce of shame causing him to leave Wendel to his lonesome, who had already taken a seat and began writing.


The quill was comfortable in his hands, much preferring it over the cold and coarse hilt of a sword. Leave the fighting to the troops—sharper minds were needed elsewhere. His hand glided over each piece of parchment seamlessly, each word taking shape one by one. He had no interest in politics. And yet, there was, getting himself involved in a war he had no place in—a war in which thousands of troops would be marching on King's Landing within a week's time, weapons in hand.


And words were the most powerful weapon of them all.

no slide

no slide no slide no slide

@WanderingJester @Veyd Sahvoz

 

[D3lmoniko]

Roland Wilds - Port Wilds

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Standing on the docks of the recently renamed port Roland had the force of 400 men-at-arms and 80 knights and their squires at his back. He had left John in charge of his lands with his uncle Lucas aiding him as best he could. His uncle being an older man with experience any many things was an obvious choice as co-regent though he always seemed to like being left alone, rarely coming near Roland to converse unless he was delivering his advice on a matter. His terrible joints and lung problems kept him from fighting like he did as a younger man but from what Roland remembered of him in his childhood he was able to treat any knight in his father band like a child. Even now Roland could only think that Lucas was considerably better than he is and that back in the day Lucas even fought a melee with the current best member of the kingsguard, ending in a draw between them.


Sadly now he was a husk of his former self, just as he was when he taught Roland the footwork and technique he now used in all of his battles, things his father was never able to teach him when he was younger. But he was wise, and a man who could dull the quick anger of John with a simple glance, for even now in his terrible condition he demanded obedience and could even hold his own against a few of the better squires in Roland's band. Stepping onto the deck of the galley Roland let out a slow sigh before he spoke "We set sail within the hour boys!".

Road to Casterly Rock several days later

​

Trotting along on his horse Roland glanced around his surroundings, the hills and mountains of the Westerlands being breath taking this time of year, though he had no time to stand around staring. They were nearly within the massive camp that sprawled out around Casterly Rock and he would have to meet with many lords and ladies at the wedding soon. Wearing common riding clothes currently he made his way through the camp with his small army of men. It was when he approached the gates that he noticed a man and his own force only a few dozen yards ahead. Raising a hand to halt his men he rode ahead, passing by the Clegane forces as he could tell from the banners a few men were carrying. "Lawsen?" he questioned as he approached the young man, unable to tell if it was him or not as he had only seen him once or twice during the War of the Lions. "Where is your older brother?" he questioned again, assuming that Lawsen knew who he was, just as many lords in the Westerlands did. It was odd seing the pup leading this force instead of the hound and Roland needed answers as to why.


Gregor, one of the smaller knights in Roland's company spoke loudly to the men Roland had left behind "Move to the camp site and pitch your tents, we'll need to wait until the wedding is over before we go anywhere. I'm sure the Lannisters have provided plenty of intertainment in whore and ale, enjoy them as you please". His voice was commanding and even though he was small in stature he was a brawny man, easily as strong as men who stood a head taller, but more importantly he was quick with the greatsword he used in combat, a rarity among the preppy knights of today who knew littler more than jousting.


@AnnoDomini

Lawsen made a sign for the others to stop. Gendry went next to him, so did Rupert. "Hmmm... Sellswords." Rupert noted, looking around. Lawsen took a quick look at Gendry, who nodded, before turning to Roland, smiling. "I would ask the same about your father, but I know better." Lawsen sighs. "I was hopping he was with you..." Fryda huffed, looking away. She knew, as well as Lawsen what that meant.


"My brother, he acted foolishly in front of Lord Tiber. Either exile, or execution. We- He decided, exile was better. I was expecting he would be a hedge knight. He knew you after all. But now, either in Essos... or the Wall." "Or worse..." Fryda said, going foward, smiling. "Roland... Haven't seen you in a while."


Lawsen rolled his eyes at his sister, dismounting. "Roland, this is my sister, Fryda, and behind, is Liana. These two are my assistants. Rupert Westford and Gendry Yarwick." Gendry nodded, while Rupert let out a scoff. "Mind if we set up camp with you? We could maybe chat a little better." The men behind looked quite tired.


@Leusis

 

[Leusis]

Roland Wilds - Casterly Rock encampment

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Roland scanned the faces of those that followed the pup while Lawsen spoke. It seemed one of his sisters was upset while the other seemed amused by Lawsen's older brother being exiled. Roland could not help but glance at Rupert and chuckle under his breath at the beady eyed little mans scoff. "Of course you can camp with my men Lawsen, it would be an honor for our houses to grow closer while we wait for the wedding to begin" Roland spoke, making it obvious in his speech that he was now a lord. "And I believe you are mistaken my friend, its Lord Roland now" he spoke with a large grin on his face as he wheeled his horse around to lead Lawsen and his men to the campsite his men were also making their way too.


"Your sisters are as stunning as ever I see" he spoke as he trotted through the camps sprawled out around Casterly Rock "And your pack seems to have grown since I last saw you" he said, gesturing the the two men riding alongside Lawsen. The comment about his father had soured his mood slightly but it did not show it in the slightest, getting worked up over a man who died several years ago was unbefitting of a man of his renown and newly acquired status.


Catching up to the men that Gregor had lead off the path Roland could see they were already busy setting up tents in an area much too large for the forces Roland had brought. "Perhaps Tiber believed I would bring more men?" Roland spoke as he watched Lawsen's men begin unpacking alongside his own. "Doesn't matter now, just makes more room for the lot of us" Roland said as he dismounted his horse, beginning to unpack his own tent from his saddle bags.


@AnnoDomini (sorry for short reply, not too great at extending conversation RP)

Andar Royce - Eryie

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Andar stood in the throne room of the Eryie, his eldest son Robar next him as they looked towards the throne, as if waiting for Gelgin to arrive at any moment. "The crippled bastard is always out plotting soething, I hear hes hand of the queen now" Andar spoke to his son. The smaller man spoke more firmly and without the relaxed tongue of his father "He'd be the best man for it". "He'd also be the best man to fall down a flight of stairs because his leg gave out on him. First hand to die descending the hands tower" Andar spoke before letting out a thundering laugh that echoed through the room. "Hopefully the falcons hatchling will be back soon so I can knock some sense into him and get us mobilized for war while his father is busy fisting our bastard queen" he said, a softer chuckle escaping his lips this time.


His sons serious demeanor broken slightly by his fathers humor smiled slightly. "Oh the stone face has cracked!" Andar yelled out as he noticed his sons smile, slamming a fist into his sons shoulder playfully though it carried a great deal of force behind it. "Trevir should be arriving soon father, you should settle down before you make yourself look like a fool". "Trevir would piss his pants before he called me a jester!" Andar spoke, now hard of breath as he continued to laugh. However his laughing slowly died as he heard the doors to the throne room swing open, Trevir entering the room. Standing tall the old man stood what was likely a full head taller than Trevir and spoke "My lord" he spoke as if his entire demeanor had changed in an instant at Trevir's presence. "Glancing around the room quickly Andar looked confused "Wheres your boyfriend?" Andar spoke with a grin, referring to the knight who accompanied Trevir nearly everywhere he went.


Focusing his gaze back on Trevir he spread his long meaty arms to embrace the young man after his tease. After all, Andar had been one of Gelgin's most loyal bannermen and he consider himself to be Trevir's crazy uncle rather than his underling. If Trevir shared this view or not was unknown to Andar but he didn't seem to care, as this was simply the man he was and nothing would change him.


@Fezzes

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Rowan Tarly


Parade Grounds, Horn Hill, the Reach.



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The heir of House Tarly hurried towards the castle, past through the various encampments setting up nearby. Rowan had just received a runner from the keep; apparently his father had asked for his presence. This meant either new orders were being issued or he had done something wrong. Between possible death in the future war, or facing the wrath of his father, Rowan didn't know which was worse honestly. The Tarly Heir had, like his brother, spend most of his time preparing, training, equipping and generally overseeing the marshaling of troops at Horn Hill since getting rested from their hellish journey away from Riverrun. Saluting a few men here and there on the way, he quickly went past the main gate, through the doors of the keep, and up towards the war room. Two guards stood next to the open entrance to where his father had been establishing Reach's northern defenses, working in contingent with Maester Broin in communictions or one of the Lords that had remained at Horn Hill. Several of their guests had excused themselves after the meetings in order to marshal forces around their own seat; none headed back to Highgarden as far as he could tell. Taking a breath, the young man went through the entrance way and looked for his father.


Helyon Tarly stood over the map of Northern Reach and the Westerlands, with various pieces on it. A knife placed directly over Casterly Rock had several arrows drawn from its location, indicating the best possible routes of attack southward. Other commanders of House Tarly stood around and Rowan could see Uncle Erik standing to the side, almost awkwardly. It was hard to believe that this was the same man that his father had held to high esteem, especially in the martial sense. Erik Rowan had let himself go over the past few years, and Rowan wondered how different things would be had he met the Lord of Goldengrove at his prime.


"Rowan, come here." His father's voice snapped him out of things, and the Tarly heir went over to his father, who held out a letter in his hand. Taking it, Rowan read it quickly before looking up.


"Father, I'm sure we can arrange something for-"


"I need you here to finish mustering the troops." That was it. He had his answer. Once Helyon Tarly decided upon something, he rarely changed his mind without a large enough reason. Upsetting his daughter-in-law would not be one of those. Sighing internally, Rowan nodded, before giving a quick salute to Uncle Erik and the others in the room and leaving. As he walked down the hallway to the chamber he shared with Agnes, the young man went over just how tell his wife about this. They had shared a bed together for a few nights now, but have yet to consummate their marriage still. At this point, given the seeming state of things with them sleeping in the same bed together, none had reason to question that the marriage hadn't been consummated. Still, he could feel the gaps between him and the red haired lady, seemingly insurmountable when they first married, narrow a bit each day. The day before, Rowan actually got a genuine smile from her, an achievement he placed high on his list, right next to the first joust match he had ever won. Finally making it in the door, he knocked before opening it.


Inside, Agnes Tarly stitched on a handkerchief. She had taken on knitting and stitching after arriving a Horn Hill, being generally polite but not very outgoing at the moment. Rowan couldn't blame her. There was no high court of fashion and beautiful gardens at Horn Hill, nor rich balls to host and a train of guests to entertain. Horn Hill was more a military fortress than anything else, and with plenty to do for any young man aspiring to the martial order, but few for anyone else that wasn't a servant. Going up to her, the Tarly heir gathered his voice and called out to her. "Hello there, my lady?" He had gotten used to calling her his "lady" until he felt he had permission to use more affectionate names, even the title of "wife." Though they have gotten closer together, they were not as close as a husband should to a wife. "I-" Rowan stopped, he could already feel the disappointment from her, the resigned look in her eyes as she smile mechanically back at him and say "of course, as our lord commands." He bit his lip, what else could he do? He couldn't disobey his father's command, and yet...


Rowan looked at Agnes and said, "How would you like to attend the wedding at Casterly Rock without me Agnes?"


@Hypnos


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Carth Flowers


The War Room, Horn Hill, the Reach.



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Carth Flowers watched as Rowan Tarly left the room, looking disappointed. He did not envy that man's position between his strict father and his dispassionate wife. There had been already bets in some of the barracks on who will make the Tarly Heir a cuckold and money was placed from the Mountain Lion to the next sellsword that passes through Horn Hill. Carth didn't take part in the "merriment;" he had too much respect for their commander. Say what you will about Rowan Tarly, there wasn't a better man to lead a brigade in combat than him, save perhaps his father himself. Helyon Tarly was not above getting his hands dirty, though he had mostly delegated tasks to subordinates and command on a general level mostly. The poor Ironborn scum that got shipwrecked on the coast had the taste of that personally. Still, no reason to demean a good commander for his weakness in the marital life that mismatched his strength in the martial one.


The bastard knight had actually been surprised at the reaction of his lord throughout the morning. They had just received letters from both Riverrun and Casterly Rock, and while Helyon's a very disciplined man, he does have outlets for his frustrations. Fortunately for combat readiness but unfortunately for the actual troops themselves, one was drilling perfection into the Tarly forces. Carth could run the split formation in his sleep after all the drilling Lord Helyon done with them the last time a particular bandit band evaded them. Today however was different. Helyon merely read the letter from Casterly Rock quickly, before tossing it into the nearest fireplace. The second and a third letter from the Shield Islands, both failed to elicit a response from him, other than a quickly written reply to one. Though the Lord of Horn Hill paid little attention to them in all fairness. Now as another piece on the map got shifted, Lord Erik Rowan's voice called out, catching Carth's attention. "Helyon, I really must be going. Eveleen will be-"


Helyon Tarly turned and looked at his old comrade, who quickly quiet down. After a minute, the Lord of Horn Hill replied, "of course, let me walk you out old friend." He gestured and Carth and another knight flanked the pair as they make their way out of the war room. As they walk, Helyon spoke. "You have let peace corrupt you Erik."


The Lord of Goldengrove sighed, "Alas, I am old Helyon. Neither of us are as young as we used to be." Helyon grunted as they continued walking, before speaking up once more.


"Do you remember Sunflower Hall?"


Erik gave a curt laugh. "How can I not? Outnumbered by the fucking Dornishmen, reinforcements weeks away and they assault the walls every hour. By the Warrior I thought by the fourth day that would've been the end of us." The Lord of Goldengrove's eyes glossed over as he reminiscent of the old times. "When the Redwyne ships came over that horizon and the sand bastards made that last push: that was the day you won that sword on your back Helyon." Apparently Helyon Tarly received Heartsbane from his father after the siege and battle was over.


"That was also the day you won my sister's heart," Helyon replied as they stepped outside. The sun shone brightly, and the occasional breeze were blessings to Carth, currently in plate mail as usual. "They busted through the main gates with that ram on the second day, and we filled the breach back up with their dead. We must have spent at least two days after on and off on that wall, fighting them off day and night. If Luthor had been delayed another few days we would all be dead, likely stabbed to death after collapsing from exhaustion." Erik didn't speak. From the stiffening of his strides, Carth could tell that the mentioning of Lord Tarly's sister had special meaning for Lord Erik. When he spoke again, his voice cracked.


"Helyon, about Katleen-"


Helyon Tarly stopped, and turned to his friend. Erik also turned to him, but didn't meet the other man's eyes. "I know she meant to you just as much as she did to me Erik," Helyon said, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I know you loved her, and I would've been glad to have had you as a brother-in-law, as well as one in arms."


Erik slowly looked up at his friend, who seemed to have nothing but sincerity in his eyes. If it weren't for the thousands of hours of drilling discipline into him, Carth might have fallen over at the sight of Helyon Tarly showing this level of emotion outward. "She would've made a great lady Rowan Helyon. She would've made a great one." Tears ran down the Lord of Goldengrove's face as he broke down in the courtyard, and Helyon Tarly simply looked down to the ground, his eyes away from view. Carth shifted uncomfortably at the scene, as did others. Some men though, who had served with Lord Rowan for a long time, knew of the pain that man went through, and simply stayed respectfully silent while averting their eyes away from Lord Erik's moment with his friend.


"I know Erik, I know." The man waited for a moment for his friend to compose himself, before continuing. "Erik, we've known each other for a long time. You even named your daughter after Katleen, and my son of your house. I know the Eveleen's been a good wife to you, but she, and the rest of Goldengrove must understand that everyone there is Rowan first and anything else second. Highgarden might be a useful friend to have, but Highgarden isn't prepared for war, not in a way that Goldengrove needs to be right now. Remember who you are and take control of House Rowan." Helyon once more put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Come back to the man that Katleen Tarly fell in love with."


At those words, Erik Rowan looked up at Helyon Tarly. Carth stumbled backwards at the transformation within the man. He might still have the same physique than a second ago, but in Lord Rowan's eyes was a fire that would drive off a direwolf. The man stood up straight and nodded, a gesture which Helyon Tarly return. They proceeded to the stables without another word. When Erik Rowan and his men mounted up, he stared back at Helyon not with the man who had been spoiled by years of peace but a commander for war. "I'll to my seat then. We will be ready when the Lion comes Helyon. You'll have Goldengrove's full support. The future of House Rowan and the Reach depends on it." Without another word, Lord Rowan rode from Horn Hill towards North, and Helyon Tarly stared after the convoy before turning back to the keep, with Carth and the other knights behind him.


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Tiber Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, the Westerlands.



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Tiber Lannister smiled at Haelga's concern. "My good lady I expect to have around 40000 men stationed outside my walls by the time of my wedding, and that's excluding the fleet at Lannisport. Accommodating another 400 or so men will not be an issue, even if they take an excess of food, wines and whores. I am glad that you confirmed those words with eating my bread and salt, now, shall we begin?" After seeing that all of Haelga's party have had their fill with the food and drink, the Lord of Casterly Rock began walking out of the Great Hall, while speaking. "Here's the great hall, where my ancestors in the past have rendered judgment and made decisions to shape the Westerlands and beyond. It will be the place where my wedding ceremony will take place in short time. A good size to accommodate a large guest list, wouldn't you agree?" They walked out and into a garden, followed by the Lionguards and Wilhelm.


The garden had an overview of the Sunset Sea, and between the vibrant colors of the flowers to


the blue of the ocean, the scene was surreal. Tiber continued speaking, "one of our many gardens. These places are not only of beauty but we do host a number of fruits and foodstuffs here to supplement the kitchen within the castle." He went over to a plant and plucked out a richly red tomato before biting into it. "Delicious, feel free to sample some of them yourselves." After taking a few more bites before tossing the mostly eaten fruit off the side of the overlook, he cleaned himself with a handkerchief and looked to Haelga, "Shall we discuss more about your business concerning both our houses then? It is a fine day out and here's as good a place as any to begin."


@SirDerpingtonIV

Haelga Greyjoy


Casterly Rock, Westerlands



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The huge insides of Casterly Rock were as far opposite of Pyke as one could possibly get... With the exception of Highgarden. She simply nodded to his claim of being able to support all her men and more, unsure exactly how much of it was true. She didn't think that he could truly support the numbers he was boasting of, but still appreciated the gesture. "We find ourselves thankful for your generosity, Lord Tiber," she said with a nod. She began to follow him, her men walking behind her like ducklings. She cast her gaze around the Great Hall as she left it, wondering nothing.


She followed Tiber into the garden, a little surprised that the Lannister lord mentioned having several. "More gardens than Highgarden," she mused. She admired the bright colors of the garden, picking out a tomato from the same plant, taking a bite from it. Her men didn't partake, but they continued following. She heard his next words and simply nodded. "Got any questions about the letter, before we begin?"

 

[WanderingJester]

Tiber Lannister


A Garden, Casterly Rock, the Westerlands.



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"Perhaps more than the head of the Reach, but then again, isn't Highgarden just one giant garden?"


Tiber Lannister waited patiently at the Kraken as she bit into the tomato, before listening to her question. When she finished, he pondered her question and letter for a moment, before answering, "Your letter, while ambitious, gives me little to ascertain about what the exact details of this meeting would involved, understandably. You mentioned that the attack on Fair Isles was solely orchestrated by your brother, and that you would change the ways of your people, ceasing the raids upon the weak and the hapless on coastlines everywhere. I hope that you'll forgive me but I have little to go on other than your words and your current actions at the moment, as you may come to realize that I am not personally familiar with the current political situation at the Iron Islands. I am very grateful for the civility and respect you and your men have shown to us, but as to your letter, no. I have no questions about it other than to ask about the specifics of what you might have in mind." He studied the features of the expressionless woman, trying to get a sense of what went through her head as he spoke. It would be interesting to see how this Kraken plans on saying and doing to win his trust, as well as how she strove to change generations old tradition of her people.


@SirDerpingtonIV


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Tiber heard a knock to the door of his office, and called for admittance. One of the lionguards outside opened the door and ushered Maester Kallen in. The old but wise maester handed a letter out to the Lord of Casterly Rock with shaky hands, just another sign of his age. Respectfully, he addressed Tiber with the same way one might address a king. "My lord, a letter from Storm's End." Tiber, sitting at his desk, reached out and took it, thanking his long time teacher. Reading the content over, he leaned back on his chair, before reading the letter once more. The Lion of Lannister sighed. This would be difficult for anyone, but given the situation that had placed themselves before Astris Baratheon. He looked to the expectant Maester before shaking his head.


"The letter's pretty clear in its message, and I don't believe it requires a reply. I'll let you know if I have need of your services Maester Kallen. Thank you for bringing this to my attention." The old maester bowed again before making his way to the door, followed by Tiber. He would need to bring this to his guest's attention. After looking through the castle a bit, he found their guest doe discussing the arrangement of flowers with Celena for the wedding. Knocking on the open door, Tiber spoke up to the two girls, "Ladies, may I borrow Astris for a moment? I've just received some news from Storm's End and I think she might want to read it for herself, seeing as how she haven't heard from her brothers in a while. Celena gave him a courtly smile, not unlike the one he wears often, just not as refined.


"Of course my lord, the flowers may wait a moment or so. Go on dear. I'll wait for you here." She shooed the younger girl over to Tiber, while heading to the other side of the room to give them some privacy. Tiber merely handed Astris the letter from Wendell, and waited for her to read it. After a moment, the young girl put the letter down, her face expressionless. The Warden of the West reached and took the letter back, before folding it and placing it in his pocket.


"I do apologize for the circumstances Astris. Rest assured I will do my best to get you home safely." Leaving the girl to her thoughts, the Lord of Casterly Rock excused himself before turning and heading back to his duties, the letter in safe keeping.


@LittleWolfie


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Rowan Tarly

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Rowan's Chambers, Horn Hill, the Reach.



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Rowan Tarly squeezed his wife back in their embrace. It wasn't exactly the loving one that many would expect from a married couple, but he'll take it. The young man knew the difficult situation the woman in his arms was in, and he would do his best to make life at least tolerable for her, if not happy. Still holding her, he drew back slightly to look into her green eyes, before giving a look at the door and the window nearby and saying quietly, "Go and contact maester Broin, try not to be seen doing it. His quarters are near the kitchens so you can pretend to get something to eat when you go. If you can get a message to House Bracken or House Tully, I can make up some pretense to get you to the edge of Tarly territory, and from there you can meet up with either the Bracken or Tully party and travel up the Ocean Road to Casterly Rock. Can you do that?" He looked at her, hoping the timid woman who felt little for him could muster up the courage to go seek her own happiness, even if she couldn't do the same in their marriage.


@Hypnos