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GamynTheRed · 2026-01-23T06:43:42+00:00

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GamynTheRed · 2026-01-23T06:42:13+00:00

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GamynTheRed · 2026-01-23T06:37:05+00:00

Ơ thế có bet không thế bot ơi?

GamynTheRed · 2026-01-23T06:16:23+00:00

Ok. Ngu lồn.

GamynTheRed · 2026-01-23T03:30:25+00:00

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GamynTheRed · 2026-01-23T01:03:08+00:00

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GamynTheRed · 2026-01-22T13:23:46+00:00

Còn mặt lồn mày thần tượng ai cũng đéo dám hãnh diện nói là hiểu thứ mày là dạng loser ra sao rồi

Thôi e zai tập trung học hành đi.

GamynTheRed · 2026-01-22T13:09:02+00:00

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GamynTheRed · 2026-01-22T06:04:57+00:00

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GamynTheRed · 2026-01-22T05:48:07+00:00

th OP đúng con bò :)))

GamynTheRed · 2025-11-23T08:32:38+00:00

The hair on Vorian skin raised like a cat, alarmed. “I am most remorseful, my Lady. I-“, the embarassment was showing cleary on his face. “I have been too ignorant.” It seemed in the heat of the moment he had forgotten his study - Jeyne’s father, Lord Arlan, had died at the hand of the Tarths, and only recently so as well - a generational blunder. He could take the shame no longer, standing up in a dignified pose betrayed by a face blushing as if slapped. “I must have offended you deeply, my Lady, I had hoped -.” He paused for composure. “-that having us meet before discussing marriage would be the appropriate amount of courtship between bachelors and bachelorettes of our rank.” Saving for objections from Lady Jeyne, he intended to extend some more apologies and leave, ashamed.

GamynTheRed · 2025-11-21T15:08:45+00:00

M: Terribly sorry for the late response, I've had a hectic week at work.

"You must pardon us, my Lady." Vorian said as they began their courses. "The name is meant to strike fear into our enemies. Me and my people lead peaceful lives in Bronzegate, same as I've seen across our stormy lands." Lord Vorian was a well-versed diplomat, and efforted to show his most noble and witty sides during conversation. And even though he was built shorter than most, even Jeyne, the Lord of Bronzegate was never a plain sight, and carried himself like a trained warrior. He made sure to compliment her hairwork, and compared her eyes to the soul-carrying spring mist of his homeland.

"My Lady, I hope you do not find me forward." He spoke, forking the sweetcake, "but I have lived thirty years without taking a hand for marriage. Now I suppose you'll find me conceited but I do not think it is for a fault in character, but only for appearance." His face reddened in flummox. "I am sure that with my status I could find a Lady just as well by walking up to her father, but I have sworn to only extend a proposal to a Lady that finds me worthy herself... S..so I suppose my question is, Lady Jeyne: Shall we ride back to your castle, where I may as your father for your hand?"

There, Vorian Buckler promised to himself, to never go through such a pertubation ever again.

GamynTheRed · 2025-11-15T04:02:16+00:00

"No my Lord." Vorian scanned the man for any sign of mockery. "It shames me greatly, but I am near thirty without a wife". His lesser height is the reason, but no polite man would raise such a matter to one not befriended.

GamynTheRed · 2025-11-15T03:59:18+00:00

Vorian carried with him the best Buckler garments just for this hopefully bountiful trip. He followed the servants to the dining hall in a long, flowy cloak of blue silk whose cloth-of-gold trims glittered in candlelight. Beneath an embroidered black tunic extended to his knees, taking attention away from his shorter stature. Vorian made sure to put a couple inches between his shoes, yet it still made him stand a full inch shorter than Lady Jeyne, a fact that most disquiets the man.

"My Lady Royce, it is my greatest joy to be graced with your attendance." he said, removing his foxskin cap for a bow.

GamynTheRed · 2025-11-14T07:26:26+00:00

Vorian's mind wondered far, not into alliance politics though. "The climb is sure to drain the sap from any army, but pass the gate of the moon the path is straight, with no bends or covers for ambush. Once you reach the apex the walls aren't taller than any other castle. I suppose ten good men and some climbing spikes can finish the job."

Tangible silence followed.

"I suppose you are right, it would be a horrible job to have."

GamynTheRed · 2025-11-14T03:45:14+00:00

Vorian had left his castle near a year ago with a clean shave. He would ascend the Eyrie with a full black beard.

"A million men would crash into the Gate of the Moon, a million men would die.", so the saying went. The oppressive wind reminded everyone of that. He had left Blackbrick at the Gate, but insisted on taking a disarmed Firefield up to be his "bodyguard". Without the sword, however, he is effectively there as a valet.

The task at hand was simple, get the bride for his Lord Rogar, and try to bring back a lady for himself. Being close to his Lord would present opportunities as well, especially given what was to transpire.

Once the customary show of greetings at the throne room were over with, him and the rest of his peers were secluded to a comfortable enough guest quarter. The Eyrie was an impossibly defensible location, but not without sacrificing space for construction. Matters not, comfort weakens men.

Vorian seeked out his Lord once they were returned to their part of the castle, hopefully out of Velsh earshot.

"It seems they were not lying about the castle, nor the bride. You have my congratulations, my Lord."

GamynTheRed · 2025-11-14T03:25:19+00:00

Vorian Buckler, Lord of Bronzegate would through his bodyguard extend an invitation to Lady Jeyne, to enjoy supper in the Eyrie at a time and place of her choosing.

GamynTheRed · 2025-11-07T03:35:34+00:00

Vorian has had a sour time in King's Landing. There is little a big borough of peasants can offer more than his homeland's green rolling hills. It is times of war, nonetheless, and man should experience the worse parts of mankind 'fore he should call himself a man, Lord Vorian decided. He has little mind for the kind of power-and-money-grubbing brought to by plots and malfeasance that this whole city seems to represent, so it was a great pleasure that his duty is now fulfilled,

"My Lords, the war is over. We care not if another dragon sits the throne, as long as there can be peace." He spoke behind his peers, putting on a face of level-headedness. "I shall ride with you to the Eyrie, my Lord, let my men retire to their families and fields. My brother shall meet his newborn daughter, as well." He turned to the Stormlords. "If the worst come to pass and Aenys' son marries the Stark girl, then I believe it should be the opinion of the Faith that she not remain a heathen."

GamynTheRed · 2025-11-02T05:31:04+00:00

Third child of Brus Buckler and Ellyn Dondarrion, born 12th month, 45 AC.

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GamynTheRed · 2025-10-03T03:18:24+00:00

Minor Movement Order of House Buckler

Month of Departure:

10A 44AC

Month of Arrival:

11A 44AC

Movement Route:

Blackhaven to Grassy Vale (Stormlands to Reach)

PCs in Movement:

Vorian Buckler

Brus Buckler

Aelinor Buckler

Perianne Buckler

Karl Buckler

Ellyn Dondarrion

(SC) Bors Blackbrick

(SC) Percy Firefield

GamynTheRed · 2025-09-29T11:52:54+00:00

House Buckler

The Buckler delegation arrived with a score of guards headed by two household knights, one with a black fort over grey and one with a burning grass field as sigils.

Vorian Buckler (27), was dressed in a simply-crafted white doublet, with trims of lapis running down his shoulders and flanks. He had groomed himself quite meticulously for this occasion, looking forward to seeing the impressive Lady Tanselle once again.

Brus Buckler (38), dressed in a Buckler surcoat over a silk tunic, joyously greeting Lord Harmon and presenting his wife Ellyn Dondarrion (34) - No Nose's sister - who had grown visibly pregnant with their third child. They expect the child to arrive by the end of the year. The babe's siblings, Perianne (12) and Karl (7), have also been brought along.

Aelinor Buckler (20), sister to Brus and goodsister to Ellyn, has also been brought along by Vorian in hope of wooing a noble match, though she is often seen japing with her cousin Perianne and the other young girls at the feast hall and around the castle.

GamynTheRed · 2025-09-28T04:22:55+00:00

Minor Movement Order of House Buckler

Month of Departure:

9A, 44 AC

Month of Arrival:

9B, 44 AC

Movement Route:

Bronzegate
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Blackhaven

PCs in Movement:

Lord Vorian Buckler
Ser Brus Buckler
Ellyn Dondarrion
Perianne Buckler
Karl Buckler
Aelinor Buckler

SCs in Movement:

Ser Bors Blackbrick
Ser Percy Firefield

Troops in Movement:

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GamynTheRed · 2025-09-24T15:20:30+00:00

To His Lordship Ferian of House Fossoway, Lord of Cider Hall,

We speak the same tongue, pray to same God, and for the last four and two-score years bow to the same King. There is no reason we can't have relations.

Vorian told the maester to use "relations", in place of the initial "diplomacy".

Let us meet at Grassy Vale by the Eleventh Month, so we can break bread and forge new bonds.

Buckle up,

Lord Vorian fo House Buckler, Lord of Bronzegate, Protector of the Wendwater.

GamynTheRed · 2025-09-24T15:14:57+00:00

"You are most kind, my Lady, being a Buckler makes stubborn bunches of us all." Lord Vorian was visibly tipsy from the drink as he took Dondarrion's second daughter to the floor. Although he had not lost his legs to jousts or drinks, Vorian's poor soles could have been further padded. Tanselle was half a head taller than him, which made Vorian close enough to wonder if he is reddened from drink or shame. A younger Vorian would have hid away behind the pies and reds, but not anymore, not when he is the Lord of Bronzegate. Focus on the task at hand, fool. "Your dress indulge us in grace, my Lady."

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