Kehnam Akuma
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(My first post, this can be MxM or FxM, this will be like Game Of Thrones, same setting and politics, just different characters. You can play, one, two, or as many characters as you'd like. I would like this to be romance as well. I will be playing three characters. Sjal, prince of dorne, coming to visit king/queen of westeros, and Ser Jones, Lord commander of the Kings guard, And Ser Adam, Sword of the stranger. If you are dead set on bringing a character from the show into this, in fine with it.)
(Sjal)
The prince of Dorne recline on his horse, a smile playing on his lips. He hadn't left Sunspear in the last 10 years, and he was itching. The last time he visited Kings Landing, a gaunt, tall man sat the throne. Apparently the King had died and his eldest child has ascended, a (king/queen) of incredible beauty. That was why they were coming here in the first place. The new Regent has organized a tourney and feast, to take place two days from now. The winner got a chest of gold dragons, and a choice from the royal armory. He liked the idea of the gold, but he knew he wouldn't like the armory, these north men only had a taste for swords , the bigger the better. In Dorne, the spear rained, the prince even had one on his back. A tall, black, shaft of 2" thick wood, topped with a black and orange Valyrian steel tip. His pride and joy.
"Your grace" a familiar voice snapped him from his thoughts. He turned his head to see the captain of his guard , Ruar, trotting up beside him on horseback.
"Yes good Ser?" he asked the handsome knight. The knight stood about two inches shorter than Sjal, but while Sjal was tall and lean with muscle, Ruar was thick at neck, hip, and arms. The mans helmet was in the depiction of a snake, for his house.
"We are a mere hour from Kings landing." he said as he bowed his head. This made the prince grin. He couldn't wait to meet the new lord.
"Good" he said with a nod. He gestured with his head backwards. "Make sure everyone is ready, I will not be embarrassed"
(Ser Adam)
Adam awoke in his saddle, his back stiff from the night. His thick black armor may give him aches and pains, but it gives him intact organs and bowels as well. He reached up and pulled his helmet off. A large black thing in the shape of a dragon skull. He could see Kings landing on the horizon and he grinned. He was sent to both participate in the tourney, and swear fealty to the new ruler. His father was the Lord Of Harrenhall, but he was old and sickly, so Adam Droga, his son and Heir, was sent in his stead. He kicked his horse into action as he pulled his helmet on. An hour later he arrived at the large gateway leading into the city, but a guard stopped him with a hand.
"Halt!" he called out as he walked towards him. " State your name" he held fear in his eyes, for Adam looked fierce ,a dragon for a head, pitch black arnour with swirling faces embued, and an even more wicked sword hanging from his hip.
"Ser Adam Droga" he stated as he pulled his helmet off. "Heir of Harrenhall, the gods eye, the saltpans, and raven tree." He smiled as the guard swallowed,
"Ofcourse my lord, go ahead. " he said with a bow as he backed off. Adam nodded and sped through the city. He stabled his horse and went straight for the red keep. The new ruler was not present in the great hall yet. So he stood far to the side. Avoiding the curious stares from the numerous lords.
(Ser Jones)
Jones eyes snapped open at the sound of boots coming up to his door, and then the mailed fist knocking.
" My lord." The voice called out. Jones sighed and sat up, stretching his long arms above his head. He recognized the voice as one of the KingsGuard,
"Come in" he called out with a yawn. A man in a white cloak in armor entered and immediately dropped to a knee .
"My lord, the (king/queen) said to wake you, they will hold court in an hour, they wish all the KingsGuard there." Jones nodded and stood.
"Thank you, you are dismissed." he said with a wave of his hand. When the man left, he opened his chest and pulled a long tunic over his long and muscular torso. He glanced over in the mirror and saw a 6'4" tall man staring back. Medium length, golden brown hair sat on top of his head. His body was thick with muscle, and numerous scars littered his body. He turned from the mirror and began to assemble his armor. Ten minutes later, he was completely covered in white plate armor, a shining white cloak hung from his shoulders.
Two medium length swords hung from his hips, a shield on his back. A greathelm tucked under his arm, he left his quarters. He made his way to the great hall were he found four of his Kings Guard, that means two more were with the Regent , good.
"Line up men." He said with a deep commanding tone and they nodded. They donned there helmets and stood ,two on each side of the Iron Throne. His self stood in front of the throne. The Regent should be here any moment.
He was right. The doors to the great hall swung open and he almost gasped.
"All kneel in the presence of Lord (your character) , Lord of the Andals and the first men, lord of the seven kingdoms" he called out and kneeled.
(Sjal)
The prince of Dorne recline on his horse, a smile playing on his lips. He hadn't left Sunspear in the last 10 years, and he was itching. The last time he visited Kings Landing, a gaunt, tall man sat the throne. Apparently the King had died and his eldest child has ascended, a (king/queen) of incredible beauty. That was why they were coming here in the first place. The new Regent has organized a tourney and feast, to take place two days from now. The winner got a chest of gold dragons, and a choice from the royal armory. He liked the idea of the gold, but he knew he wouldn't like the armory, these north men only had a taste for swords , the bigger the better. In Dorne, the spear rained, the prince even had one on his back. A tall, black, shaft of 2" thick wood, topped with a black and orange Valyrian steel tip. His pride and joy.
"Your grace" a familiar voice snapped him from his thoughts. He turned his head to see the captain of his guard , Ruar, trotting up beside him on horseback.
"Yes good Ser?" he asked the handsome knight. The knight stood about two inches shorter than Sjal, but while Sjal was tall and lean with muscle, Ruar was thick at neck, hip, and arms. The mans helmet was in the depiction of a snake, for his house.
"We are a mere hour from Kings landing." he said as he bowed his head. This made the prince grin. He couldn't wait to meet the new lord.
"Good" he said with a nod. He gestured with his head backwards. "Make sure everyone is ready, I will not be embarrassed"
(Ser Adam)
Adam awoke in his saddle, his back stiff from the night. His thick black armor may give him aches and pains, but it gives him intact organs and bowels as well. He reached up and pulled his helmet off. A large black thing in the shape of a dragon skull. He could see Kings landing on the horizon and he grinned. He was sent to both participate in the tourney, and swear fealty to the new ruler. His father was the Lord Of Harrenhall, but he was old and sickly, so Adam Droga, his son and Heir, was sent in his stead. He kicked his horse into action as he pulled his helmet on. An hour later he arrived at the large gateway leading into the city, but a guard stopped him with a hand.
"Halt!" he called out as he walked towards him. " State your name" he held fear in his eyes, for Adam looked fierce ,a dragon for a head, pitch black arnour with swirling faces embued, and an even more wicked sword hanging from his hip.
"Ser Adam Droga" he stated as he pulled his helmet off. "Heir of Harrenhall, the gods eye, the saltpans, and raven tree." He smiled as the guard swallowed,
"Ofcourse my lord, go ahead. " he said with a bow as he backed off. Adam nodded and sped through the city. He stabled his horse and went straight for the red keep. The new ruler was not present in the great hall yet. So he stood far to the side. Avoiding the curious stares from the numerous lords.
(Ser Jones)
Jones eyes snapped open at the sound of boots coming up to his door, and then the mailed fist knocking.
" My lord." The voice called out. Jones sighed and sat up, stretching his long arms above his head. He recognized the voice as one of the KingsGuard,
"Come in" he called out with a yawn. A man in a white cloak in armor entered and immediately dropped to a knee .
"My lord, the (king/queen) said to wake you, they will hold court in an hour, they wish all the KingsGuard there." Jones nodded and stood.
"Thank you, you are dismissed." he said with a wave of his hand. When the man left, he opened his chest and pulled a long tunic over his long and muscular torso. He glanced over in the mirror and saw a 6'4" tall man staring back. Medium length, golden brown hair sat on top of his head. His body was thick with muscle, and numerous scars littered his body. He turned from the mirror and began to assemble his armor. Ten minutes later, he was completely covered in white plate armor, a shining white cloak hung from his shoulders.
Two medium length swords hung from his hips, a shield on his back. A greathelm tucked under his arm, he left his quarters. He made his way to the great hall were he found four of his Kings Guard, that means two more were with the Regent , good.
"Line up men." He said with a deep commanding tone and they nodded. They donned there helmets and stood ,two on each side of the Iron Throne. His self stood in front of the throne. The Regent should be here any moment.
He was right. The doors to the great hall swung open and he almost gasped.
"All kneel in the presence of Lord (your character) , Lord of the Andals and the first men, lord of the seven kingdoms" he called out and kneeled.
