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[Rhosvyn]

Osric Mormont



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Once Osric disembarked he scanned his men, the travels seemed to have gone well and they would be ready to move soon. Not only did Osric bring two of his children Jorah and Margaret with him he also brought two of his sisters, Catherine and Dacey, leaving the others to look after and support his wife and children on Bear Island. Lord Osrics riding party was made of the 5 Mormonts and 3 of their most trusted soldiers, there names were, Jacob, Rickard and Ben. He let his men rest for a while, even though the seafaring portion of the journey went well the majority of the journey was yet to come.





Once his men were ready to continue they made their way to Deepwood Motte to meet with Lord Glover and his forces, they had been friends for some time now and their families had been bound by marriage, although Osric didn't want to admit it he was looking forward to fighting by his old friends side again. The two Lords had both planned their parties, they agreed to take 1000 men of their own each so when they met they would have 2000 men between them to aid the Starks, it also allowed them to keep 1000 men at home for safety.


The two forces met and mingled outside Deepwood Motte, Osric approached Lord Glover with a handshake, as they joined a rare smile formed on the stern face of Osric.


"How long has it been huh? Three, five years since we have met?" inquired Lord Glover cheerfully.


"Too long." Osric responded to the point and let out a rare chuckle as the two of them patted each other on the back before getting back on their horses.


The now joined party of Mormonts and Glovers continued the journey towards Winterfell.

 

[LittleWolfie]

Astris Baratheon


Casterly Rock
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The second Lord Tiber asked to borrow her, the young Baratheon knew it wasn't going to be good and could all but predict what was wrong. So when her hand delicately took the letter and she let her eyes dance over the words the meaning was clear. They weren't coming for her, yet again. She was nothing to them anymore, nothing but a piece of their past clearly. For a moment Astris was a mass of swarming emotions, visibly in her eyes before they became expressionless. She shut her emotions away, they were no use to her right now. Her brothers who she would have followed through fire, not one of them, even the stupid deserter Rory, cared about her now. The doe was alone in this and clearly one of the first casualties of the war brewing across Westeros.


It with resignation to her fate that Astris handed the letter back to the Lord of Casterly Rock and watched him begin to walk away before calling out to him. "Lord Tiber.." she began, wondering if he'd hear her.


@WanderingJester

 

[WanderingJester]

Tiber Lannister


A private family room, Casterly Rock, the Westerlands.



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Tiber Lannister stopped when the quiet girl unexpectedly called out to him. Turning to face her with a sad but understanding smile on his face, the Lord of Casterly Rock wondered what was on the doe's mind. "Yes Lady Astris? Is something the matter?" He saw that the girl tried to compose herself in front of him, but the letter had obviously affected her in some way. He waited patiently for a response, understanding that the girl's situation may require her to rethink a good portion of her life in the last few minutes, not to mention the shock of all the events that have occurred since King's Landing. There were other business to attend to, but she was a guest who have taken the salt and bread of his house, and Tiber intends to do his best to fulfill his responsibilities in providing adequate hospitality to the young girl.


@LittleWolfie

 

[JustWhipIt]

Storm's End, The Stormlands


POV: Braedon Baratheon
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The repeated horn blasting proved an aggravation to Braedon, who was desperately refraining from ordering the sinking of all ships in sight. Lord Walder, despite the aged man he was, had already took off ahead of him to the dock. On the other hand, Braedon hadn't seen Rory since ending the meeting, though he wasn't entirely concerned about his whereabouts. From what he saw, it seemed Rory was taken by surprise as well, and Braedon was almost sure that he'd want to confront the cause of the ruckus as well. Braedon himself was accompanied by Ser Orwen, who had somehow managed to remain silent through the entire affair. His devotion and loyalty was unquestioned, though his demeanor was slightly disturbing to the lord.


"What could they possibly want?" Braedon uttered under his breath, hoping that the rhetorical question would prompt the knight to say something.


"I'd be careful if I were you." The knight didn't bother facing Braedon, his gaze still fixed directly in front of him. "It very well may be time to dust off your blade."


"What makes you say that?" The lord questioned, not completely opposed to the idea. By this point, he had quite the amount of steam to let off. In fact, slaughtering a Crownlander or two sounded rather appealing to him at the moment.


"Do you believe Kuvira intends on making peace, or is even capable of doing so?" Ser Orwen retorted, leaving Braedon a second to think before responding himself.


"No. She isn't capable of doing anything."

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By the time the pair had gotten out of the castle, the blaring of the ships had finally stopped. A good number of the boats were already docked, men pouring out of the vessels by the second. Trading ships, from the look of it. At the head of the crowd however, was an easily discernible man donning gold armor and a white cloak to boot, the signature of a member of the Queensguard.


So they had sent Stark, had they?


Out of all the potential Queensguard members, it was the Stark that was chosen to deliver their message. It was some twisted sense of humor, alright. It appeared that Ser Orwen took note of this as well, turning his body slightly towards Braedon, slowing down the pace of his footsteps at the same time.


"What is it?" Braedon asked, aware of the fact that Ser Orwen wasn't likely to be the one to speak up first.


"They've sent a member of the Queensguard here."


"And?" Braedon responded, almost too fast.


"What do you make of that, my lord?" Ser Orwen answered, coming to a complete stop in front of the Baratheon.


Braedon, halting as well, redirected his eyes towards the not so distant area below where Aiden and Walder were conversing. He knew the two were close, and it made him all the more enraged, which he was thankfully able to suppress. The bastards at King's Landing thought they were so clever, delivering a supposed "close friend" to their doorstep.


"What do I make of that?" Braedon started, eyes back on the knight in front of him. "Kuvira's going to have to find a new member for her Queensguard."


It was impossible to tell if Ser Orwen was satisfied with the answer, though it seemed enough for him to continue moving again. The two didn't speak to each other for the remainder of the walk, though Braedon didn't mind. Instead, he merely continued to descend down the cliff-side pathway whilst looking down upon Aiden Stark.


@Hypnos @Archon @TheAncientCenturion

 

[Hypnos]

Agnes Tully

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

The Tully nodded, her eyes now filled with purpose, despite the relatively short time she had spent away from her home and family it had felt like an age, days at Horn Hill tended to be long and lacking in activity dragging on for seemingly twice the time they did elsewhere though that was likely due to the boredom of having to sit around for hours with nothing but a knitting needle to keep her company, it seemed the life of a Lady was to be a dull one, though one that was about to become a tad better.


"I, don't know how to thank you, my Lor... Rowan" even her husbands very name sounded strange when uttered from her lips but she did not care, she had been nothing but cold to the man since her arrival yet he was still willing to risk his relationship with his father to let her see her family once more, that was the sign of a true knight, a true husband. Agnes looked upon his face, and for the first time saw something more than the man she had been forced to marry, she saw a friend.


She pulled her husband close for the first time lovingly and kissed him, getting up quickly and leaving the room to follow his instructions, a mere two words coming from her lips "Thank you"


@WanderingJester

 

[LittleWolfie]

Astris Baratheon


Casterly Rock
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Astris took a deep breath before speaking again, surprised he actually turned around. "My lord I just wanted to thank you for everything you've done for me. It has been a lot more than I have deserved y a long shot and you have been a most hospitable host" she spoke with her words portraying a hint of emotion but the rest of her had no trace of emotion at all. There was no point to it anymore. "Although I fear that Braedon will not be coming for me, none of my brothers will. Rory abandoned me long ago when he left for Dragonstone, Wendel will stay with Braedon and Braedon is done with me. To him I don't think I have any use anymore so he's probably happy to simply leave me here where I'm no longer his problem. For this I apologise, I should not have to be your problem, now or ever again."


Now the young Baratheon had said her piece she simply bowed her head briefly in finish. "My Lord"


@WanderingJester

 

[WanderingJester]

Tiber Lannister


A private family room, Casterly Rock, the Westerlands.



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Tiber Lannister looked at the young girl, observing her. He could see that the septa or her mentor had taught her well back at Storm's End, as Astris had all the manners expected of a proper lady who worshiped the Seven. However, she was no Haelga Greyjoy, and the emotions shown through despite the young doe's best efforts. He smiled sympathetically at her, before walking over and placing a hand on her shoulder, waiting for her to look at him. "You are not a problem Astris; you are a Baratheon. Even if your brothers, whom I trust would have come to get you if they could, have seemingly abandoned you, that fact does not change. You are not a tool to be used or a burden upon myself. You are one of House Baratheon and you belong at Storm's End just as much as Braedon or Rory or Wendel; do not think you deserve any less. Never forget that, or the fact that you have a friend in House Lannister." He stood up straight again, taking his hand off her shoulder. "I do not accept your apology, as there is nothing to apologize for. However the circumstances came to this moment, you are my guest, and shall be treated with the same hospitality as any other of guests of mine until such time as when you shall have safe passage home, whether it be your brothers coming to get you or me getting you to your brothers." He gave Astris another smile, "now, may I be of service for anything else, Lady Astris?"


@LittleWolfie

 

[LittleWolfie]

Princess Elia Martell


The Water Gardens, Sunspear

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The water rippled away from the delicate finger that touched it in all directions, a perfect circle. It was a beautiful thing to watch it really was for the young ruler. When the ripples broke at the edge of the pond though, Elia finally stood up from where she had been sat on the stone wall and turned to face the captain of her house guard. "Are my siblings ready to depart?" she spoke matter of factly as it always was with her. Her reply was simply given in the form of a curt nod and with that the ruler of Dorne strode off towards the exit.


It was time to head to the wedding of Tiber Lannister and to hopefully start making peace with other houses. Elia had already started the repair process as much as she could by putting a stop to the Dornish raid across into the other regions outside Dorne but she was certainly not naive enough to think that would be enough to end years of feuding and mistrust. However she was very much determined and her mind set to the task. She was not her father nor did she intend to be at all and after 6 years of being in charge it was about time she started making a solid and proper difference with her power and a better future for her siblings and her people.


So as she came to her horse and mounted up with practiced ease, Elia looked around her siblings and their travelling party with determination. After a wordless signal the party set off on the long journey to Casterly Rock in the Westerlands however Elia was completely unaware that a letter was on its way to their home from their long gone brother. No matter, it was time to play the game.

 

[D3lmoniko]

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)

Lawsen smiled. "Oh, my apologies, Lord Roland." His horse followed Rolands. "I guess you are proud of that. From the leader of a mercenary band, now a lord. These are some sort of stories meisters tell young lords to make them appreciate where they are. I know I got my share." Fryda went past them, not looking at Lawsen.


Lawsen let out a small laugh at Roland. "Don't let them hear you though. I'll never hear the end of it." Liana heard him, staying between Gendry and Rupert. Rupert cracked a smile in her direction. "Is that so, your lordship?" Liana managed to kick the rider's leg, scaring the horse a little. Lawsen looked back. "Easy Rupert. Can't lose you here now, can I?" Lawsen cleared his throat. "Aye, it sure has. There are three more, but I left them back at the keep to muster and train the remaining levy." He looked around. "I already brought a very big part of my forces. But, Lord Tiber needs us in these times. These are the times we can make our hoses known."


Lawsen dismounted too, starting to unpack hos tent as well. Fryda's tent was the farthest, but still guarded by more tents, along with Gendry's. Liana had her tent in the middle, guarded by Rupert, and at the farhest, near Roland's tent, was Lawsen's. Looking at Roland he let out a sigh. "Listen... I didn't meant that about your father. It's just... my brother, I hate him for what he was about to do to our family... but he is still my brother. I don't want to hear that he died while suckling on a girl's tit and gurgling down Dornish wine. Promise me something Roland. If you find him... take him at your court. Or send him to the wall. Please." Lawsen's eyes went down at the tent, still setting it up.


@Leusis

 

[Leusis]

Roland chuckled at the response Lawsen gave when speaking of how beautiful his sisters had become since he last saw them two years ago. It wasn't until Lawsen apologized and asked Roland a favor that he felt in need to respond. Already beginning to pitch his tent due to a lifetime on the road giving him nimble fingers he stopped and turned to reply. "I'm not so serious as Martyn and your brothers japes have always washed over me like water on stone. If I ever see him again I will offer him a place in my court, but only as long as he keeps himself out of trouble with my knights. I've seen how your brother gets when hes drunk and I wouldn't say I enjoy that kind of company". Roland's speech was smooth and genuine as he never took much time to think about what he was saying, instead just letting his words flow freely.


"But enough of the past, the present is far more important and it seems like you have two sisters who have finally come of age. Do you have any suitors you find grand enough to receive Fryda or Liana's hand in marriage? I would assume you'd want to marry them to somebody powerful in the Westerlands, not one of those rubbish houses who can't even protect their own smallfolk". Having pitched his tent within the short exchange of words between him and Lawsen he looked upon it, white with vertical golden stripes spaced out every couple of inches covering the entire exterior. It seemed like a tent more suitable for a general as it was rather large but in reality he had simply won it in a game of dice with a particularly wealthy traveling merchant who begrudgingly gave it away.


"So nobody really knows why we're gathering here, do you have any clue?" he asked Lawsen as he turned back to him, as he walked to his horses side. Pulling his sheathed sword and bedroll from his saddle pack he stepped inside his tent for a moment, listening carefully to whatever Lawsen's response was as he placed his sword down beside his bedroll.


@AnnoDomini

 

[D3lmoniko]

Lawsen didn't look up. "It's more than I could ask for. You have my thanks Roland." Raising his head, Lawsen smiled. "Aye. My sisters are... Different. Liana is more interested in combat rather than a husband. I'm thinking of marrying her off to an ironborn." Clearing his throat, he looked behind him. "And Fryda..


Well, she is inclined on marrying, but she is as devious as she is charming. Why, did any of them catch your eye?" At this question, Lawsen did not smile, adopting a more serious approach.


"I suppose you know that storms are brewing all around. The peace that has been held is now in shambles. It will count on witch side you are when the heads start rolling. At least this wedding will be something to make the common people keep those thoughts out of their heads." Sighing, Lawsen finished his tent as well. He now stretched, his back aching from standing down. "What do you think about the queen? I was on Tiber's guard in King's Landing, and I heard rumours. Some say she had gone insane."


@Leusis

 

[Spacing Out]

She focused on a flower- a rose to be specific. For some reason it just disturbed her in a way. A white rose. Who in heavens name would plant something here. She had to find a way to make it red. One way. Kuvira took a glance at Baelor as he announced his presence. She sighed a heavy sigh of annoyance but managed a soft smile. "Just observing. I have to meet the emissioneries soon or my ladies will be unnerved with boredom." She wished that she brought wine with her or something of that sort. She got up and adjusted her dress, beckoning the man to follow. "Come along you can speak to me on the way there. Is there any news? Letters? Anything" she asked not long after she made it to the banquet hall. She didn't wait for him to respond to open the door. "I hope you are having a marvelous time. Ladies you are free to go, I will see you in a few minutes." They bowed as they passed her by. She stopped one and with a look of disdain commented. "And please your hair." She said before shooing them away.


"Gentlemen I have come to a decision. The shadow king may wed my sister. If and only if he brings me the head of Viserys on a silver platter. I know its tricky business but a prize for a prize seems like a deal worth killing for. Don't you agree?" She took the nearest globlet of wine, taking a tiny sip. Thought I told them to get the cheap wine. I need the finest ones for myself. I should behead whoever thought of this! She looked back on them, her smile unfazed. She turned to the Baelor whispering. "Where the hell are my guardsmen! How can the be queensmen if they are even do there jobs properly. No matter, no matter. If I am found dead somewhere I make sure I'm not the only one being dragged into the flames of hell."she turned back to the emmissoniers waiting on there response. Hoping they would just confirm fasted. Time was of the essence.

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[TheAncientCelt]

Storm's End, Ship Breaker Bay


Aiden Stark
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As Braedon came down the steps to join the growing party at the docks, Aiden grinned dubiously. With a subtle wink towards his Nuncle, the Lone Wolf gripped the loaf of bread tightly in his gauntlets. The grown man turned on his heel and bolted for the bay behind him. In his armor he was as fluid and comfortable with running as a three legged dog, giving off an almost comical display of one of the realms finest archers hobbling down at break neck speed until he reached the docks. The guards around the ships looked puzzled, some began to chase after him with swords drawn. Aiden ducked down once hitting the water, dipping his bread into the brine and shoving half of it in his mouth. He turned around, a wide smile on his face as salt water and spit poured out his mouth, with more than four men-at-arms holding him at sword point.


Stark spoke, chewing on the salted bread. "I didn't want to impose, so I made do with your delicious sea water and some bread scraps." He chortled inbetween bites, unnerving the soldiers before him. "Call them off my good lord and bring that lard filled head over here, we'll have a time of it while I'm still around your keep." He paid little attention to Braedon's soldiers, focusing entirely on the man, and his Uncle, but he was an after thought now.


The guards on the trading cogs looked hesitant, unsure of what to do next. A few of the goldcloaks still aboard the ship looked ready to leap off onto the dock and charge the nearest Stormlander knight, but fortunately their Kingsguard commander and his relaxed mannerisms kept them at bay.


Aiden squinted as the lord approached with a knight he vaguely recognized, but the distance was far too great for him to identify the stranger. But the Lord Paramount seemed less himself. He didn't have much energy in his steps, 'His sister is held in captivity. . ' Some joy flooded Aiden. The offer he'd bring the People's Stag would surely give him some comfort. "Have my horns made you deaf?!" He shouted again.


@Hypnos


@JustWhipIt


@Fezzes

 

[Elendithas]

Ibbenese Emissaries - Red Keep



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@Hypnos


The emissary drank again, the other two with their heads flat on the table. Luckily for them, he had given the drastically shortened version. The story usually took no less than fifteen minutes to get through with all the pointless details many stories were comprised of. When she asked him of what exactly their orders were, he let his story-telling side take over. That is to say he pretty much said everything that there was to say about it. "Th' King 'imself said t' us 'Get an arrangement to have a targaryen sent to me, no matter what must be offered. Start with the full force of the Ibbenese military, and if necessary work from there.'" The dwarf said in an, oddly enough, distinctly Westerosi-sounding accent when imitating the Shadow King. "'e gave us a chest o' gold t' put in th' ship and sent us on our way. An' git this; 'e said we could keep what was left 'o th' gold when we git back!" He practically yelled out, some shifty eyes around the court staring him down once that statement came out.


(Apologies for not replying for, well, too long. Dark Souls III has been stealing my life-force this past week.)


@Robyn Banks


Ah, the good queen returned after a long and exactly as boring as it sounds story about a good bridge, leaving the emissaries drinking and laughing away while the ladies presumably sat trying desperately to hide bored expressions on their faces. At the sight of Kuvira, the emissaries put their cups down in tandem and formed up into a sort of triangle, with the leading emissary in front, addressing the queen. As she spoke, the emissary listened carefully, noting the phrases involving killing people. "Of course, your highness. Anything for the hand of such a lovely lady from such a prestigious house." There was no room for negotiation, first of all because the Shadow King hadn't ordained it, and second of all because the emissary wished not to offend the queen when she was in such a... murdery mood, as it appeared. "Will there be anything else, your highness?" He asked, genuinely curious as to what she would have them do for her. If nothing else were in fact asked or demanded of them, they would be on their way with the good news being brought back to their king, bringing their drinks with them of course.

 

[Spacing Out]

Kuvira shook her head lightly stilling keeping that soft, kind, deceiving smirk on her face. "No,that will do. One of my ladies will give you a letter that is for my sister Daenna and her eyes only prior to your departure. After this task is complete I will not only see you as an ally but also a friend." She said, taking another sip of wine. "I hope your time was enjoyable and if I need anything else I will notify the shadow king himself." She turned to make her way out with Baelor by her side stilling holding the cup of wine in her hand. This night seemed troublesome but at least she got something out of the way. Vladan was out of commission tonight but it didn't seem like much of a problem. At least for now. She shifted her attention to the man. "So anything? Maybe even about my sister Aera? Did she finally become useful instead of giving me more problems? Or Any movement in the kingdom? There most be something." She said intrigued by her own words hoping that the first part was true.


Aera,her bastard sister, has always been her number one problem since the little bitch turned 6. Out of all the kindness and mercy she gave, she still transformed into the mentally unstable girl she is today. Kuvira should have cut off her tongue when she had the chance but alas she missed her opportunity like everything else, trying to be a sensitive queen which didn't work out to begin with. She wished she was the only child -well Daenna wasnt that bad. Childish yet however was decent compared to the others. Something she could tolerate.


Kuvira knew her ladies would meet her in the chambers to report anything they discovered. If there was something to discover. Which she wouldn't be shocked if they found nothing. Putting her spies to waste their time on them was a mistake. She blinked hard realizing she was drifting off into thought.



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[General_warNpeace]

Luna and Lupin Stark

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"Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth


And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;


Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth


Of sun-split clouds -- and done a hundred things


You have not dreamed of -- wheeled and soared and swung


High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,


I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung


My eager craft through footless halls of air."


Lupin's normally soft voice was strong and even as he read. It carried easily to his sister as she danced among the tall grass. Pale fingers, slight but long, gripped around a long wooden branch almost half her size. The weight threatened to drag her slight form down but she held steady. Her feet moved faster then the wind that flew her hair and dress back and she seemed to be weightless as she went through what seemed to be worn movements. As though she had done them a hundred times before.


"Up, up the long, delirious burning blue


I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace


Where never lark, or even eagle flew.


And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod


The high untrespassed sanctity of space,


Put out my hand, and touched the face of God."


Lupin ended the poem and turned the pages of the old worn book he read from to continue reading upon another. Slim but long fingers brushed his own and stopped him. Meeting his sister's eyes a silent message seemed to be passed between them, for not a second passed before the small boy stood and slid the book back into the straw basket beside him. Tucked beneath the clothe that covered it and the bread and cheese within. His sister hurried to hide the long stick, oddly carved to the shape of a staff or perhaps a blunt sword, in an alcove within the tree they had been under. Once their treasures were safely hidden their hands clasped together and they ran. Out of the little meadow which seemed largely untouched by the snow and through the trees of the forest. They broke out and into a dark ally between two buildings that soon opened up to a bustling court yard. Giggling, Luna led the way through the crowded yard and into the waiting arm's of Old Nan. The old woman softly scolded them for disappearing and causing her to worry as she assured them to their rooms to change out of their dirt stained clothes. Lupin hiding his book as he changed. Then they were taken to the study for afternoon lessons. They brightened when they spotted Kleena with a book in hand. Ready to join the two for their lessons.

 

[ACHA]

Ser Albert Lannister


Somewhere in King's Landing



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"Aye, do you know what the lad said to the poor bloke before he dealt the killing blow?" A knight seated with others paused and looked at the faces of his colleagues.


"Stop." said Albert, with a sheepish smile on his face as he shook his head in embarrassment.


"There are no pacts between men and lions." the older knight said as the table burst in laughter.


"I was lost in the moment, you oaf." Albert retorted as he laughed along with his friends.


"Hah! To the Estranged Lion!" they toasted with their mugs of ale. Albert relunctantly complied, still shaking his head.


"On a more serious note Ser Albert," said one of the knights at the table. "how does one with a sword arm like yours stay relatively unknown?" he asked after gulping down on the ale.


"It's simple." Albert replied after taking a small sip. "You live in the same part of the realm as Martyn Lannister." he said jokingly.


Their cheers and laughs continued on for a few more short moments.


All their merriment was soon to be interrupted as a boy, from the look of him seemed to be a messenger from the Red Keep, arrived searching for someone.


"I-Is Ser Albert Lannister among you, good sirs?" asked the boy. The knights looked at each other in silence as they tried to figure out what the motive of the boy was.


"What is it, lad?" Albert asked.


"Her Highness, Queen Kuvira summons you." replied the boy.


There was nothing but silence from the table. A thick air of tension suddenly enveloped the group as they looked at Albert with nervousness. They weren't aware of any reason as to why Albert was to be summoned. The queen's strangeness is also common knowledge with the people. It took words from the most seasoned of them to break the silence.


"Well, that can't be good. Maybe you're getting promoted." he jested before he raised his mug towards Albert. "Good fortune to you, brother." The rest followed after.


Albert raised his own mug and nodded before standing up and leaving with the boy.


It took some time, but Albert finally arrived at the Red Keep. He waited outside the doors to the great hall to be announced before entering.


"Your Highness, Queen Kuvira, Ser Albert Lannister has arrived."


The doors to the great hall opened and Albert marched through. His armor clanged and rang with each step he took. After getting to a certain distance from the Queen, Albert knelt on one knee and looked down.


"Ser Albert Lannister, at your service, my Queen. You have called for me?" he said.


@Robyn Banks

 

[Leusis]

Roland Wilds - Outskirts of Casterly Rock

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Looking around as his knights and levies pitched their tents Roland listened to Lawsen speak. Merely the mention of Ironborn caused the young man to sigh, his disliking of the men of the Iron Islands rather obvious due to the swift change in his mood. They were raiders and rapists and little else in his mind, men who claimed to be warriors but only fought old men and young boys who has never even held a blade. They fancied themselves the hardest men in Westeros but fell all to easily to Roland's blade as some of them were indeed tough, but undisciplined, not able to match Roland's footwork or the movement of his blade. Perhaps the greatest among them was a man by the name of Siegfried, but even he was likely to fall to Roland's blade if they met in combat. After all, Roland had been fighting veteran warriors since he was a boy and Siegfried hadn't crossed blades with a man of true skill in what was likely years.


"They catch my eye just as well as any other pretty lady I've met, though I do find your younger sisters interest in combat fascinating. Not many noble women are known to be skilled in combat and its interesting to say the least". His words were spoken as a simple man and not a suitor, but if this was conveyed to Lawsen was all up to how he took it. "The queen is a woman I know little about other than that I'd bed her if she ever gave me a chance" Roland spoke with a loud chuckle, obviously not taking Lawsen's question seriously due to the fact he knew almost nothing about Kuvira other than that she was said to be beautiful.


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[Archon]

Storm's End


Rory Baratheon
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Rory walked without a single glance back to the looming fortress, for it would always be a plaque upon his eyes whilst Braedon's incompetence corrupted the splendor walls; but alas, he'd stopped caring. If Braedon was unwilling to work with Rory, perhaps he'd have better look with Her Majesty the Queen, mayhaps Kuvira would appreciate this fleet more, than my idiotic weakling of a brother. Rory mulled silently, approaching the edge of the doc upon horseback, the scene before him carrying tension already.


They'd sent the Stark Queensguard, Rory cared not for his name - but only one of the Queen's sworn had a reputation for such foolery - the Stark lad. At the man's antics however, Rory couldn't help but release an inaudible laugh, anything that Braedon didn't like, Rory was far more inclined too - the Stark being first on that code.


Dismounting the horse, Rory looked up to see one of the Dragonstone ship captains approaching him, likely to give a rundown on the situation. "Mi' Lord, the Queensguard brings terms of peace, from what I 'erd he's close with the Trout too, you think your brother'll kill 'im?" The Captain asked in rigid curiosity, a sheepish grin following as he realized he'd overstepped his boundaries.





"Maybe," Rory merely shrugged, studying the trio further. "If he does, we sail back to Dragonstone. Brother or no, I won't follow that fool into battle for murdering a messenger, a Stark one at that. That'll show how incompetent he really is, no honour, nor brains. Bloody fool." Rory replied rather heatedly, not caring who he was talking to provided he could just say it; he wasn't sure even he meant the words or not, but at this point Rory was just looing for an excuse to leave Braedon to sink. The Captain on the other hand, merely nodded, and observed the scene alongside himself - the man likely not realizing how big of an impact these next few minutes would be.


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Highgarden


Arren Tyrell
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The new Lord of the reach sat stoutly in his study; his focused eyes scanning over page after page, his mind in shambles, and emotions haywire; yet none of it mattered, he was the new Lord, he bore the responsibility of upholding, and maintaining everything House Tyrell stood for, and he would do just that. Much to his own shame, the recent death of his father had caused Arren to isolate himself further, but recently he forced himself together, his recent solitude cost the Reach valuable time, rumors were circling of a Lannister invasion - and that Helyon Tarly was massing an army to fight it - the bloody fool, Helyon Tarly would be lucky to live after this ordeal, not only had he gone directly unde Arren's nose and gathered an army without consent, he hadn't even warned Arren of the reality of an invasion.


Alas, th invasion itself was a far more pressing matter than taking Helyon's head - with the last stroke of his quilt - Arren finished his letter, a message carrying the news of Hollis Tyrell's to all Reachlords, but more importantly, was the Call to Arms, against a potential Westerland's invasion. Arren was no fool, the wetserlands had a plan; and the Tyrell had half a guess the Dornish goat-fuckers were involved somehow, Dorne and the Reach had been rivals for generations; they'd love a chance to wreak havoc in his homeland.





"Maetser Jarvas," Arren called out, "Call the Banners." Arren had a feeling the Maester would ask why, and decided to explain before he had that chance; "The Lannisters mean to invade us, here. Helyon Tarly decided to take matters into his ow hands, the traitor... But we can't rely, on Helyon Tarly. So I say again; Call the Banners."





Clearly a new authority had taken root in the Tyrell Lord, whilst he was new and ill, he was well-respected among most Reachlords, he hoped this would be enough for them to place their faith in him - if they did not, this invasion would be a disaster. "If you would be so kind Maester, would you fetch the Seneschal? I fear the coming events require a more military-centric mind than my own..."


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[General_warNpeace]

White Harbor>Timos Stark

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What's a girl doing traveling alone? Timos wondered eyeing the girl that had approached him and so fearlessly petted his brothers wolf. Though, she doesn't look as though she need's much help. Head tilting he shrugged his curiosity aside as he nodded. "There is an inn not to far from here. I can show you the way if you like."

 

[Veyd Sahvoz]

Katsa Borrell


(White Harbor)
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"That would be very kind of you." Katsa wa able to make out a smile in the process, implying for him to lead the way there. She almost felt like asking what the name of his pet was but the way things usually worked was don't ask, don't tell. "So...What are you doing out on a day likd this?" She asked, looking up at the sky only to see it grey like she'd imagined. It almost looked like it was going to rain but it didn't, not like anyone would be worried if it did since the town was paryially a harbor.


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[SirDerpingtonIV]

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.


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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


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

Haelga Greyjoy


Casterly Rock, Westerlands



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"I suppose it is just a single, pompous, overgrown garden," she chuckled, shaking her head for a moment. She tossed the tomato to the side as Tiber had done, listening to his words. She nodded as he spoke, letting his words trickle through her thoughts and be properly analyzed. After she had given it a few moments' thought, she turned to him, beginning to speak.


"Well, Lord Tiber, I have answers for your questions." She began, with her expressionless face. "Of the political situation of the Ironborn, I can tell you that it isn't all well. The isles follow my brother, who has lead the Iron Fleet south to battle the Redwyne fleet, sack the shield islands, and attempt a siege on Oldtown. Gods willing, he'll lose. If that happens, he will be without his staunchest supporters, and those who most heartily supported the Old Way. I am going to attempt to become Queen at the Kingsmoot that will come about When Conn dies." She explained. "As for what I will do with the Ironborn, I am sure you are aware that my people are skilled sailors. We will be merchants instead of marauders. The Islands may not have trade goods themselves, but we have something better. I have discovered a way across the Sunset Sea. I am the first Westerosi to do so. In Eastern Essos, there is wealth beyond one's imagination. Trade could bring that here. Gold, exotic spices, silver, obsidian, furs of the massive bears of the Mussovite forests, all the incredible wealth of Yi Ti, the Jade deposits near the Jade Sea, all of it can become available to trade. The Lonely Light is in perfect position to act as a resting point for those whom make the journey, allowing the Islands to bring in tax as additional wealth. With all this economic gain, my people will see it a little easier to abandon the Old Way, when they can have so much more from the New Way." She explained, with a simple nod, as if this was no less important than day-to-day arrangements. "And of course, this trade can benefit the rest of Westeros as well," she hinted.

 

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Nodding, Timos turned and begun leading the way back to the Inn. He didn't bother asking the girl for a name. "I was just out doing my brother a favor, and letting his wolf stretch his legs. I would usually take this chance to explore the harbor a bit. If I had the time. "

 

[WanderingJester]

Tiber Lannister


A garden, Casterly Rock, the Westerlands.



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"One overgrown garden indeed. Perhaps it's about time someone tended to it properly."


Tiber Lannister chuckled at Haelga's jest, before gazing out to the Sunset Sea, and listening to the woman talk. If what she said was true, this Kraken of the Lonely Light can change the dynamics of Westeros economic field almost overnight, with Casterly Rock at the forefront to reap the most out of that wave. He thought about what she had told him. "The sacking of the Shield Islands might not be as hopeless as you might think my lady. If the Iron Fleet strikes fast, hard and leaves before the Redwynes musters in their ships from the Arbor, they'll pull off an attack not seen in recent years. By the Seven and for the sake of the Reachmen I hope the same as you, but perhaps we should not anticipate that as near certainty." The Lord of Casterly Rock glanced back at Haelga with a studying gaze. "If what you say is true, then you already have a path to the future you wanted. Why come here and to me of all people? Surely there are other high lords you may entreat with as well, and minor lords a plenty. While I can only imagine the prosperity that this new trade route would bring to the Westerlands, I hope you'll forgive my skepticism. Again, I have little to go on other than your words at the moment." He stared at the Greyjoy, reading for any signs from her face and body language he might need to be aware of.


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