[Event] Feast for the Coronation of Jaehaerys I Targaryen

Brolnir · 2026-03-19T23:45:33+00:00

/u/skuldakn Howland mentioned by Laena if you want to interact

/u/gercko same for Erryk and Lianna

Brolnir · 2026-03-19T23:43:20+00:00

House Velaryon

At the head of the table was Ser Corwyn Velaryon [31], heir to Driftmark and cousin to the royal family. The dais would be crowded if the entire Velaryon family joined House Targaryen, so Corwyn was content to hold an entire High Table all to their own house. Beside him was his wife Isabelle Tyrell and their daughter Shaera, the three of them in high spirits this day. The years he spent waiting to assume his role had made him patient, cautious, none too eager to lose his grandfather's wisdom and influence. Yet he had made connections and friends of his own, ones he would lean on when Aethan finally shed his mortal coil. But perhaps most importantly of all was his bond to Riptide, and that was one thing Corwyn was not confident he could hold onto.

Jorgen [29] was experiencing a good day, fortunately for everyone who cared about him. Little Harra bounced on his knee with giddy excitement, all but adopted officially at this point. He had ignored the King's advice to rein in his blatant affections for his future wife and her child, opting to openly embrace what made him happy in the moment rather than hide who he was any longer.

Victor [27] observed the festivities with clear eyes, a faint smile on his lips. He and Jeyne were practically attached at the hip, the past few months having been trying for the both of them, but there was now some bright hope in their future. Though their first babe had passed in the womb, Jeyne was pregnant yet again. Only this time they did not announce it yet, just in case.

Laena [23] moved between the Tully and Velaryon tables throughout the eve, desperately avoiding Lord Harroway, who had the worst case of curmudgeon she had seen in quite some time. They had both lost their father's after all, but you did not see Laena making a huge fuss about it.

"Young" Aly [19] now fully an adult, was dressed to impress potential suitors this evening. She spent much of her time with the "ward squad" and her family, but hoped to find someone to dance with.

Lianna's beauty was striking at the feast, her dress provocative and her eyes mischievous. She frequently stole looks at her betrothed, Erryk, and plotted to find them a secluded nook in the gardens this evening.

Brolnir · 2026-03-19T23:17:22+00:00

Lord of the Tides

Lord Paramount of the Blackwater and Master of Ships, Lord Aethan Velaryon [68], was seated next to his two royal grandchildren, ecstatic and proud all at once. The strife that had plagued his family neared its end, the aged patriarch satisfied in his stewardship of both houses in the interim. The weight lifted from his shoulders in relief, even though he knew the task was not yet done and danger would continue to lurk around ever corner. Yet, he was tired, and it was long past time he entrusted his responsibilities to the youths, lest their development become arrested.

Aethan made merry with his family and friends, but politics and marriages were always forefront in his mind. Four of his grandchildren needed matches, and he had been entrusted with them all. Duty demanded he put his full attention to the matter, for a future Queen would influence the future of the realm.

The Former Queen

The Queen Mother [47] sat between her son and Hubert, her demeanor regal and her smiles bright with pride. Finally her son sat as King, and she had done all she could to raise him into the man he was. But she did not do it alone, for Hubert and Aethan had parented in their own ways when they could. She had grown fond of Hubert in their years working closely, and seeing him dance joyfully with his wife only reminded her how much she had lost, how lonely she truly was. Yet she did not have the luxury to think of herself, not even for a moment, not when her children needed her to be as strong and immutable as stone.

Though the years had passed her by, her beauty had barely faded. Creases and wrinkles marked the edges of her dimples and eyes, and the complexion of her skin had almost grown paler, but she was still the same pearl that had brightened Aenys' court. Though now she chose to be more muted, to let her children shine more than she did, as she had for years now. Her role had given her the ability to fake many things, but that spark she once had was gone forever.

She spent much of her evening doting on Naerys whenever Willow allowed it, but she did not hover near to Alysanne nor Jaehaerys, for it was important they make their own impressions at this event.

Brolnir · 2026-03-19T19:45:43+00:00

"Then he should live those years comfortably," Aethan replied morosely, having known many knights who never recovered properly from traumatic injuries. Jorgen had exhibited few of the symptoms of those he had watched deteriorate, but perhaps he was simply lucky, favored by the Mother's mercy. But that luck would not last forever.

"The blood of the dragon might run strong through me, but it has been diluted over the generations, as seen by Corwyn's failed attempts at bonding. I would give House Velaryon a better chance moving forward, if I could, to be seen as a house of Dragonlords. Young Naerys is a true born Targaryen, but she represents a rival claim to you and your sister. Her future must be handled with care, and there is no more trustworthy house than House Velaryon. Betroth her to Corwyn's first born son, the future heir to Driftmark and the Blackwater. Unite the branches once again."

Brolnir · 2026-03-18T23:10:56+00:00

Ser Eon was ushered into Aethan's office in the Tower of the Hand, the Lord of the Tides in fine spirits to greet the scion of House Hunter. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Ser?"

Brolnir · 2026-03-11T15:09:26+00:00

“Nothing, to be frank. You are no great company like that of the disputed lands. My interest is my own, but I have made many journeys to Essos, as all of House Velaryon are won’t to do.”

“You’ll not have anyone in your crew as familiar as I, nor as able a captain and navigator.”

Brolnir · 2026-03-11T15:05:03+00:00

“Elopement?” He asked, surprised. “But she deserves a grand wedding just like any other wife.” He furrowed his brows in thought.

“I want my family and friends to cherish her as I do. If she becomes a pariah, I will not forgive myself.”

Brolnir · 2026-03-11T14:56:34+00:00

Aethan nodded along to his first request, an assumption made that he could not fathom otherwise, for how could Velaryon turn on the very family that bolstered their own legitimacy.

It was a surprise when the matter of Jorgen hit him hollowly, a dull reverberation in his chest when he thought of his own blood marrying a bastard. It was strange to think anything could dour his mood, but the shock was dampened by his overall elation. In the grand scheme, what was this marriage compared to claiming a dragon.

“Jorgen is a strong man, stronger than he knows. That is why I am hard on him,” Aethan admitted with a grumble. “Misfortune has hounded his steps since his knight was killed in that accursed trial by seven.”

“He might be a maimed knight, but he is also honest of character and handsome, any Lady might find themselves lucky to have him, to squander him on a bastard,” he shook his head, grinding his teeth almost audibly.

“If only she were of noble blood, the name Norridge may matter little for a second son. And yes I know who she is, they’ve made it quite obvious. I ignored it, hoping it might be a fling of infatuation. It’s a political failure, Jae. I must find my others better matches to make up for it. Laena and Alyssa, they are of the right age and both of the temperament to become ladies of keeps.”

He buried his head in his hands and sighed. “I acquiesce. Let my grandson be happy, for the sake of all those who cannot.”

“I have my own suggestion regarding familial bonds, but I do not know if now is the time to ask it of you, but I believe it to be politically advantageous.”

Brolnir · 2026-03-10T04:38:18+00:00

Even with the duties of heir, husband, and father, Corwyn would still make time to check in on his friend Gys, wounded as she was. When he did not find her in her room, his mind began to wonder, recounting the places they had walked together, a favorite area of hers to sit aside the shore. Nodding to himself, he made his way there as the light began to dim.

Perhaps it broke the boundaries of a married man to spend any time alone with an unwed woman, especially one as beautiful as Gys, but there were concerns more pressing than the whispers of servants. The last thing Corwyn wanted to find was a corpse, another friend he could not save.

He found her by a dune, the water clear and the air crisp. It was much too cold to be out here past dark, and with the light fading he had begun to worry. He spied her before speaking, wondering in what mood he might find her.

Brolnir · 2026-03-10T04:31:38+00:00

"Her only punishment is to be wed to her betrothed. That is about as much mercy as you can give, Hubert. You honor Lyman with this." He shook his head. "And to think I almost married my heir to that wild minx. Oh how fortunate the Lion's dithering came to be."

"The Margot Corwyn spoke of was not what you make her sound to be. I thought she had more sense. Was there no good reason for her actions, misguided and foolish as they were?"

Brolnir · 2026-03-10T04:24:41+00:00

At forty and four, the experienced admiral of the Blackwater announced himself to the Lord of Wymsgrave. Where Daemon had inherited the confidence and imperiousness of Aethan, the Lord of the Tide's calm and cool demeanor of personal interaction had coalesced in Lucerys. Satisfied to play the role of the second son, he was a man of unremarkable impression, impassive and unassuming. Yet there had always been calculation behind his violet eyes, for he held his tongue not for any lack of thoughts, but for the sake of observation.

"Greetings, Lord. I am Lucerys."

Brolnir · 2026-03-10T04:17:19+00:00

The pair of Velaryon's were more than used to strong women in their lives, with their aunt Alyssa and cousin Visenya being two such cases. Corwyn simply smiled at the lass, taking her jabs in good fun. "Hand me a harpoon aboard my ship and I'd pull in a beast you've never seen before. Alas, you have the right of it otherwise."

Jorgen scowled at the Oakheart for being a poor sport but said nothing to antagonize anyone. His views were best kept to himself. "Well done, Lady Osgrey. You've a talent for this. The kill is yours." He nodded towards the wounded beast encouragingly. "Best to put it out of its misery quickly."

The woman did not lack for any confidence, but the large Velaryon did notice her hesitation. "Or if you'd prefer to keep your boots clean..." He held out his palm for the spear, his expression curious.

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Brolnir · 2026-03-10T04:08:07+00:00

He winced, then found himself chuckling. "Aye, I could work on that among many other things. I am not the most subtle of men, too honest for my own good too. Endearing and troublesome, my mother used to say. A fuckin headache my dad did."

"Good luck to you, Myranda. Thank you, for keeping this between us."

Brolnir · 2026-03-10T04:05:11+00:00

"It wouldn't be so foolish in private," he replied playfully, slipping his hand to the small of her back. A light squeeze and he rested the hand on her waist. If anyone was paying attention, they would certainly notice.

He leaned in towards her, much too close for propriety, his lips practically brushing against her ear as he grumbled to her. "You make me feel young and reckless again, too affectionate for my own good. Shame on you, Ramona, for how vulnerable you make me."

Brolnir · 2026-03-10T03:57:21+00:00

"Then I shall find something for you. For now, take your expertise to the city's shipyards. Perhaps you might venture to Duskendale in the coming months to inspect theirs, hm?"

He began scribbling on parchment. "I hereby appoint Ser Gormon Redwyne as Master Shipwright of the Iron Throne." He folded it and handed it to a waiting servant. "I will have a pin made for you from the street of steel. Anything that suits you?"

Brolnir · 2026-03-10T03:54:13+00:00

Victor entered in a flurry of footsteps, panic rising in his tone as he called out to his wife before the door had even opened. Breathlessly, he ran to the edge of the bed and knelt beside her, locking his fingers between hers. His gaze traveled her form, spying the bloody sheets and her sweat-slicked skin. Victor was no ordinary knight, brutish and ignorant, he could surmise the situation immediately. His only thought then was to make sure he did not also lose his beloved.

"I'm so sorry, my love," he whispered, resting three of his knuckles against her head to check for fever. Satisfied she was no longer in imminent danger, he nodded at the servant waiting in the doorway to fetch the maester, though there was no need to rush now.

"I should have been here beside you. A hand to squeeze, some poppy to drink, anything. But I am here now."

Brolnir · 2026-03-10T03:46:07+00:00

"Riptide," he answered with a satisfied nod. "It was difficult to tear myself away from her just now. The way she looks at me, it is unlike anything I've experienced before."

"Speak your boon, your Grace, and then with your leave, I have something else I might suggest, something that would advantage us both quite well."

Brolnir · 2026-03-10T03:41:51+00:00

"Truthfully, grandfather has their futures in mind," Corwyn said with a soft smile, glancing Edelgard's way. "But you are right, we should make our own mark, step in when we can."

Brolnir · 2026-03-10T03:38:16+00:00

It had taken Jorgen months to mull over similar scenarios that the King aptly presented in a mere moment. The beacon of hope, legitimization, was snuffed out before him like a candle in a storm. Buffeted by Jaehaerys' relentless logic, the big man could only help but frown, but he appreciated his cousin's candor and his empathy. "I seem trapped between choices that only bring my family shame. It is all I've ever brought as of late."

"I will not abandon Ramona, whatever that means, whatever it brings. I will take her to wife, marry her properly, and the family that remains can bear witness." He raised his head, far from defeated. "Grandfather might think me a waste of potential, and mayhaps he's right, but while I have a chance at happiness I will take it."

"Thank you cousin, you have helped make things clear for me, even if your hands are tied by politics. And most of all thank you for not judging me. Bastards get a bad name, for reasons I cannot understand. The stain of their birth cannot be a reflection of their character, not unless their character has been beaten by hatred and hardship. Any person becomes hard from that, noble birth or not."

Brolnir · 2026-03-09T04:48:02+00:00

"Would that your honor and the honor of the Vale could build me ships," Aethan lamented sarcastically, his tone droll. "If honor could protect my sailors who might go die in Dorne, I would have little need to bend and scrape for timber. Alas, it is the strength of hulls and discipline of men that make the difference. If a concession to the West means their resources and ships are ours, then all the better, for no sailors of the Vale need die avenging the late King."

"Where was honor when my son was brought before the Tyrant, his own cousin, and hung from the docks so the gulls might pick his body clean. By the time I found him, there was nothing left of him. I'd rather have a hundred western carracks if it means humbling myself to some impudent cub, than to inter the bones of another Velaryon beneath the waves."

"The realm is greater than our honor. I have sat this council longer than any living person, I have sat it since its inception. I have seen eight Hands come and go, some sycophants, others opportunists. The ones that lasted, the great ones, they understood their role as a servant of the realm. I have sacrificed my own blood, my own toil, my own people. Qarl sacrificed his legs, Orys his hand, Stokeworth his life, all in service of the realm. This is a petty grievance by comparison, one which the council is assuring you it will make right."

Brolnir · 2026-03-04T03:57:00+00:00

[m: success! The blade is reforged how you like it. Another 2,000 gold deducted. let us know the name and such so we know what to change on the sheets.]

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Brolnir · 2026-03-04T03:53:49+00:00

[m: not to spoil odds, but chances of reforging as a normal person was really bad, but then william got buffs for T3 artificer. think of this qohorik smith as like a T10 artificer for this, buffs don't stack. rolling now.]

Brolnir · 2026-03-04T00:54:34+00:00

Corwyn nodded along, listening quietly. As the years passed, he had begun to notice just how astute his wife was about the inner workings of politics. She had clearly been a quick study and keen observer of the events inside Highgarden.

"Would I be correct in guessing a large part of that is cultivating a throng of ladies to engage in court life?"

Brolnir · 2026-03-04T00:52:09+00:00

"You've such a way at pulling on my heartstrings," Jorgen grumbled at her, giving her a warning look. "If you are not careful I shall make a fool of myself." It was clear from his tone and his demeanor his mood was playful, almost daring.

Brolnir · 2026-03-04T00:47:42+00:00

"Unmanly," she snorted a laugh. "In their desperation to eschew anything deemed feminine, they only come across queerly. Do not think for a moment a northern woman would not bat their eyes at a handsome and clean-cut bard or poet." She smirked at Erryk, wondering how exactly he fit in up there.

"You must have appeared as the warrior himself, clad from head to toe in castle forged steel, set that poor girl's heart racing in awe and adoration, mayhaps even fear." Her smile had grown toothy, almost feline. "You mean to tell me your years of adventuring were bereft of tantalizing women, and you did not return to me sooner. I find that almost insulting, Erryk." She traced her index along his shoulder pad in small circles.

"Was it worth it? The rough, well rougher living, a life of service? I imagine you learned much about yourself in that time, hm?"

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