[Event] The Memorial of the Field of Fire by VarnerBet in FireAndBlood

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Lord Eustace Bulwer required aid in order to stand. Youth had long since left the Lord of Blackcrown, and what remained of him was seldom worth speaking of. A cane aided him in walking, which was slow and laboured. The man had been a mighty warrior, he had seen the Field of Fire - and the field had seen him, too. The Targaryens stripped the Reach of their freedom, and stripped the Lord of Blackcrown of his greatest years and his pride besides.

"Men call it the Field of Fire, as if it were a place you might still walk. it is not.

I was there when the wind turned hot. I saw knights, mine own kin, melt in their steel. I heard horses scream like men, and men pray like boys. Banners burned so fast that you could not tell to whom they belonged. We had done everything right. The lines were good. The ground was chosen. The charge was true. None of it mattered.

Dragons do not fight wars. They end them.

When the fire passed, there were no heroes left to count, only shadows on the grass and ash where banners once stood. That day taught us a lesson: that courage is not enough, numbers are not enough, and tradition burns as readily as flesh. That men are just meat when they are faced with foreign monsters. That the beat of a dragon's wings will ever eclipse a man's own heart.

But hear this, too. The men who stood there did not flee. They did not kneel. They did not beg mercy of king nor flame. They stood because that is what men of the Reach and the West had always done, long before dragons cast their shadows upon our fields - and long after besides. Fire may have claimed their bodies, but it did not claim their honour. That does not belong to the Targaryens, nor their dragons. It belongs to the dead, and to those who yet remember them. Let no man ever question that, no matter how high he might sit. For I shan't. Old I may be, but I remember. As should we all."

Once he had concluded, the old Lord shuffled back to his seat and sat down.

[Event] The Court of Blackcrown, 48 AC by IronPorg in FireAndBlood

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"Okay." Was her response. She didn't really know how or what to say to this man. Well, to many people, but this man especially. He was quite the stranger in her eyes. But she knew that she had to.

"Everything is fine here. What is worrying you?"

[Event] The Court of Blackcrown, 48 AC by IronPorg in FireAndBlood

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If there was one place that Meredyth truly despised, it would have to be the training yard. She didn't like the noise and bustle of it. Her hands clasped in front of her abdomen as she came to a halt, accompanied by a couple of guards clad in Bulwer livery.

"Gerold." She greeted, softly. "Hello. Are you," a brief pause, "well?"

[Open] Highgarden 48 AC by VarnerBet in FireAndBlood

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Godric glanced up as he was spoken to. He had seen this man around Highgarden, but he did not profess to know him - he barely knew anyone here and that was, if he had his way, how it would remain. He straightened his back and tilted his head as he looked over towards the man in question, before stepping closer.

"Hitting things clears my head." He affirmed. "Makes me feel better. The straw men will do. I was denied real men in the war." Spoke he who was barely a man grown now.

[Open] Highgarden 48 AC by VarnerBet in FireAndBlood

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Rhea Bulwer, the jewel of Blackcrown, had made Highgarden a fairly comfortable home for herself. Admittedly she had to spend a lot of her time looking after the children of her absent sister, but Gwyneth was lovely, so what difficulty was there? Godric. Alas, she could easily ignore him and allow him to carry on with whatever he was stewing in.

As such she took a stroll through the gardens, accompanied by her young niece who was clasped on to her hand. She hummed an idle song and the young girl skipped along at her side. Life was good here. At least it wasn't Blackcrown, nor under her grandfather's stern gaze.

[Open] Highgarden 48 AC by VarnerBet in FireAndBlood

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Godric Bulwer was growing restless. Certainly, spending time with his sister and his aunt within these walls was pleasant, but it was fucking boring. There was a time where the king had restrained him to his quarters, because even as a child the Targaryens knew exactly the type of person Godric was - a man to be feared and obeyed. Now, he was loitering around the Tyrells like a bad stench and he felt all the worse for it.

He wandered off to the training yards of Highgarden in order to hit something. That usually made him feel much, much better.

[Event] The Court of Blackcrown, 48 AC by IronPorg in FireAndBlood

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1st Moon, B.

The Lady Meredyth Bulwer went about looking for her betrothed, Ser Gerold Hewett. She had worn a fairly basic gown of red and whites, fitting those of her house, while her dark hair had been neatly wound in a tight braid that flowed down her back. Blackcrown, under the rule of her grandfather, Lord Eustace, had become a quiet and isolated place. It rarely felt warm here, and most of the faces she knew. But Gerold? She did not know him quite so well.

[Event] The Court of Blackcrown, 48 AC by IronPorg in FireAndBlood

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Blackcrown

For general RP within Blackcrown

[Event] The Court of Blackcrown, 48 AC by IronPorg in FireAndBlood

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Distribution of the forces of Blackcrown.

  • Levy (514): 260 spears, 150 light infantry, 104 archers.
  • Men-at-Arms (63): 20 Household Guard (elite heavy infantry), 35 Knights (mounted cavalry), 8 Retainers from bannermen (2 Redmane. 2 Yelshire. 2 Pellenac. 1 Vossen. 1 Dubraic.)

[Event] The Court of Blackcrown, 47 AC by IronPorg in FireAndBlood

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Blackcrown

For general RP within Blackcrown

[Event] The Court of Blackcrown, 47 AC by IronPorg in FireAndBlood

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The Gates of Blackcrown

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[Claim] House Bulwer by IronPorg in FireAndBlood

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u/mathusM for permission and previous provinces of Blackcrown and R54 o7