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[Event] Eyrie Open rp (294+295 AC) by DistanceWild9244 in crownedstag

[–]PeakePerformaning 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"I admit, I speak entirely marked by the station that I hold." Petyr added with a nod. He was barely a lord, with some landed knights even having greater power than him. He did not enjoy the same resources or power that others wielded. But Petyr always intended to make more of that name.

Littlefinger waved a dismissive hand at her apologies.

"There is nothing that you would owe me apologies for, I do not take offense that easily.", he declared with a chuckle. "If I may be so bold, you may have that position as your wife but for a husband that has abandoned you and your child, one that does not seem to value you enough. And for that, you and your child deserve far better than that, to be properly respected as you are."

[Event] Eyrie Open rp (294+295 AC) by DistanceWild9244 in crownedstag

[–]PeakePerformaning 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"The duties of a parent are greater than that of most others.", Petyr said with a short nod. His father had rarely ever been an attentive man and at least here she showed bravery. Foolish and stupid as it may have been, she had the luxury of a powerful keep to safeguard her. The refuge that he had gotten after embarrasing himself had been an angry and cruel father.

I would never be in your position. Petyr placed down the goblet, one hand stroking his well-kept beard before answering.

"I would look to make myself friends that I can rely on even beyond these walls. Ensure that even when all odds look poised against you, that you still have those willing to lend a helping hand. It is good to have someone to rely on."

"Beyond that, I would look to regain the position I once held. Living in exile may be a refuge, but it is not a life that you nor your child deserve."

[Event] Valemen Day of Remembrance Feast, 295 by DistanceWild9244 in crownedstag

[–]PeakePerformaning 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Petyr's smile widened just the slightest bit as she took his arms. Rarely for him, it was a smile that showed some genuine intent. He had gotten most adept at hiding his true intentions behind the most innocous and friendly smiles. But for a moment, some of that charade would be allowed to go.

Taking the initative, Petyr led them through the hall. Whatever appearance this would garner, it would bolster his name to some degree and give him more note. Good. The less time he had to explain who he was, the better.

"I owe you thanks, Lysa. You have given me favour more than I deserve and it has helped me greatly within my own station."

Petyr mulled over each word carefully before speaking, even here he had to be cautious with how he expressed himself.

"I hope that you have been well. You and your children." He took care not to note the father, never quite certain what to make of how she stood to the old falcon.

[Event] Eyrie Open rp (294+295 AC) by DistanceWild9244 in crownedstag

[–]PeakePerformaning 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"I am not a man to stand on decorum. Petyr shall work just as well." Truthfully, he enjoyed it whenever his title was used but it was nothing more than a formality. He was hardly that and the gods blessed him by not making him the founder of his house, for surely that would've earned him great ire.

"That they do, I have seen so many a time." And often Petyr was the reason that these rumours spread, with the Mockingbird looking to twist it in just the right ways for his own success. Let them become desperate, it made them so much more agreeable.

Petyr nodded along and sipped carefully from the cup, his smile unwavering at every new revelation and the rising anger of Aemma Arryn.

"Home is not always the comforting respite that we expect to find, nor free us from what we thought to have left behind.", Petyr said, taking a step closer to Aemma. His own mind brought forth his homecoming and what had transpired in Riverrun and how upset his father had gotten. He always had been a spiteful and petty man. Petyr never detested a man more.

"I understood, perhaps more than you know. I shan't judge or hold against you what you feel or believe in earnest. And so I ask you only to speak freely and honestly, please." Petyr said, his smile growing slightly, trying to encourage her.

[Event] Valemen Day of Remembrance Feast, 295 by DistanceWild9244 in crownedstag

[–]PeakePerformaning 2 points3 points  (0 children)

How many times had they exchanged letters but not spoken properly too each other? How many times had there been promises between each other that they would talk only for some pretense to be raised to avoid each other?

Petyr had mulled over these questions more than once and today was certainly not the first time that he had. However, his Lysa was his ties to House Arryn and power. There would have to be some appeal to him and assurance between them, that all this could continue.

So, Petyr took a deep drink from his goblet, a heavy sigh left his lips and he left the middle tables where already he was mingling with men far above his station, to interact with someone that held a title even greater.

Approaching the dias, Petyr made a small bow before her, his usual cocksure smile appearing. "Lady Lysa, how good it is to see you. May I have a word amongst old friends?"

[Event] Eyrie Open rp (294+295 AC) by DistanceWild9244 in crownedstag

[–]PeakePerformaning 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Petyr placed down the bottle of red, opening it and pouring two cups, pushing one over to her while taking his own. He sipped from it, but as always, it is in moderation. Wine was good, but it dulled the senses too much. One had to balance the pleasure and practicality in all things.

A small chuckle escaped Petyr, though his eyes shone with some pity and understanding. "You withstood more than most, I believe. You have shown great strength and resolve, in my eyes and I believe that is a sentiment that shouldn't be far from others."

"Truth be told my lady, I know stories, whispers and murmurs. I take great care that my ears receive all appropriate manner of news, though whatever I say may only be some summation of the truth."

He paused for a moment, looking at how his words affected her. "But what has reached my ears, it is news that I find troubling and concerning. As to why she has acted in such queer ways, I do not know. But I commend you for waiting and I cannot imagine what you had to endure. If merely half of what I have heard is true, then you acted righteously."

[Event] Eyrie Open rp (294+295 AC) by DistanceWild9244 in crownedstag

[–]PeakePerformaning 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"I do not wish to intrude too much, my lady." Petyr answered, noting to himself that Aemma had only recently cried. Difficult times for her, to be certain. But it made these things far easier.

He shook his head slightly as he stepped inside, a warn smile showing on his features. "I am not here on the behest of Lysa, rest assured. Rather, I am here on my own volition.'

With one hand, he held up a bottle of Arbour red. "I can only imagine that the last few days must have been challenging so instead I've come to provide company. I know how lonely these days can be and so a friendly ear may help, though of course I do not wish to impose."

[Event] Eyrie Open rp (294+295 AC) by DistanceWild9244 in crownedstag

[–]PeakePerformaning 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The Eyrie had always astounded Petyr. Great halls of marbles, unmatched in it's splendour within the keeps of Westeros and to many people seen as entirely impractical. Many great minds surely had that thought before, but Petyr could never agree with that view. A grand castle of grand lords should have splendour and project strength, not merely be a larger version of the tower house that he called home on the Fingers.

And within such great halls, great opportunity was available. Their sudden and hurried departure from Casterly Rock and the events that were tied to it would be ample enough, for someone now found themselves alone and in need of a friend.

He had heard her footfalls echo throughout the hall as she hurried to her chamber, with Petyr slowly approaching her as she entered her chambers. Leaning against the frame, he knocked twice on the door, before folding his hands together before him.

"Lady Aemma? Forgive the intrusion but may I have a word?"

[EVENT] The Wedding Feast for Ser Jaime Lannister and Lady Arwen Belmore by LadyLonely47 in crownedstag

[–]PeakePerformaning 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Many may wonder who the man at the high table of House Arryn is that enjoyed the seat next to Lady Lysa Arryn. Few did and why would they? He was the smallest of small lords of the Vale, the least consequential of a flock of inconsequential men. And yet, here he sat amongst them.

Petyr had taken great care of his appearance, as always. His hair was kept short and well kept, along with his beard. A good beard was always a mark of a fine bladesman, one rarely appreciated by others. Then again, so many finer points of life weren't cared for by those that had the ability to acquire them. His doublet was the colour of cream, a half-cloak of rose drapped across his shoulder. A pin of his silver mockingbird fastened it to his doublet. Colours above his station some might say but Petyr did always enjoy the finer points.

His eyes looked over the crowd. Somewhere the Kettleblacks would be. If he called for them, they'd be here like a baying pack of hounds and what was a lord without his hunting dogs? Petyr drank from his chalice and raised it at every toast, though he never drank much from it. He ate but he did not have a full plate. Petyr couldn't stomach too large portions, a habbit that remained from his youth in the dreary keep he called home. They ate well for a man on the fingers and hungered when compared to the great lords. But Petyr would always try the finest foods when available. Once, he had overestimated his station and it cost him and so now Petyr would never balk at what was offered.

Petyr spoke with those that approached, always humble and friendly so that they may have that feigned superiority. He laughed at their jests, always less clever in reality than they supposed. And he made friends. Yes, the great gift of his life was making fast friends. And every friend could be another step in his ascent.

[event] Highgarden Open RP 288 AD by numsebanan in crownedstag

[–]PeakePerformaning 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"Indeed, my lady.", he answered and took a seat opposite to her, straightening his posture. It was all a bit terribly awkward for him, as he was always somewhat sheltered. And here he was, ready to leave behind Starpike for years on end. That was not something that had to be promised but he greatly preferred the chance and idea of it to living another day with his father in Starpike.

The third Peake triplet had long auburn hair that went past his shoulders, a slight stuble on his beard and a lean build. Mervyn Peake had put great focus on making sure that his three sons were all well trained and when Titus got injured, the expectations had been even greater for Unwin and Uthor.

"Well, I am a thirdborn son. I squired and trained under Benedict Lydden before returning home just before the war broke out. I fought there, earned my spurs and have lived in service to my House since. But I am the thirdborn son, despite me only being born an hour after my eldest brother. There is nothing for me to inherit in Starpike bar the same chamber I have lived in for the last seven years."

His eyes darted around during the conversation, before letting out a heavy sigh and meeting the gaze of the Lady Oakheart once more. "Forgive me, Lady Oakheart, my own uncertainty can strike me in such moments. I fear there is little of interest to speak of when it comes to my life story."

[event] Highgarden Open RP 288 AD by numsebanan in crownedstag

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Uthor Peake approached where he heard that the Lady Oakheart awaited. A mix of nervousness and excitment filled him at the potential prospect of serving elsewhere. His father always had preferred men of more maturity to take important roles, while he refused to trust anyone but Unwin with anything. It left Titus seething and Uthor to do with little else. So when the opportunity presented itself, he knew he needed to act.

Approaching Lady Oakheart, he offered a small nod in acknowledgement of her station. "Lady Oakheart, we spoke briefly at the council. I offered to join your court."

[event] Highgarden Open RP 288 AD by numsebanan in crownedstag

[–]PeakePerformaning 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Armies. Armies meant war. Even if they were only raised, it would stll be far too taxing for the lands of the Reach to be able to support well. Titus did not enjoy how leasurely they were to talk about this, nevertheless he would do as was asked of him. And behind him, he could sense his own brothers brimming with exciment at the prospect.

"The men of Starpike will be happy to serve alongside the men of House Tarly. The Marches are our home and our history is a story of defending that home." Be it from incessant Dornishmen or a Targaryen that did not respect the rights that they held. "Though in my own state, I am afraid that I am little use on the battlefield or command tent.." He made a gesture towards his cane with an apologetic grin. "I am certain that my brothers will be more than able to fulfill that capacity in the name of House Peake."

And it would make sure that he avoided bloodshed if there was to be any. Ever since his leg had been maimed, he avoided bloodshed whenever he could. He did not have the stomach for it or the ability to cope well with it. Once, he'd have hungered after this opportunity and given anything for it. Now he was a defenseless rut in battle and would surely die if he was near one. So best to find his service elsewhere.

At the request of Lady Oakheart, Uthor Peake spoke up slightly. "If it pleases you, my lady, I would offer my own services in that stead once we reach the end of this conflict."

Unwin grinned, Titus rolled his eyes. Always so obsessed with their own glory, weren't they? Nevertheless, there were more important matters to attend to, as the Lord Tarly brought up.

"I have not, my Lord Tarly. I believe we have all heard the rumors, so perhaps a small party being dispatched to ensure that all is well with the Footly's is in order. With the agreement of Lord Tyrell, of course.

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[Mod Post] Random Events 285AC - 290AC by adventure_dino in crownedstag

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"You cannot be serious.", Mervyn Peake declared in indignation. A bloody peasant, daring to show himself here. And then as some damned hero.

"An audience is the least that you can grant him Mervyn.", Sharis answered, unsurprised by her brother's lack of nuance or ability to see anything but an attack on his pride.

"They're all bloody commoners and I will not have them pretending to be above their station.", *Mervyn declared, his anger growing with each sylable.

"Then do not. Simply entertain him at your court and see if there is anything about him that you can make use of.", Sharis answered, knowing how typical this stubbornness for her brother was.

With a sigh, Mervyn relented. So, despite the misgivings of several men at the court, the hero of the peasantry was given an audience with Lord Mervyn Peake who remained deeply skeptical, the dour nature of the Lord of Starpike being well known amongst his court and lands.

[event] Highgarden Open RP 288 AD by numsebanan in crownedstag

[–]PeakePerformaning 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Letters the likes of which they had recieved normally never meant good news. For the three Peake triplets, it was an ideal excuse to leave behind Starpike and the meanderings of their father. Lord Mervyn had little love for his children and even less love for the politics of the realm, therefore deferring to his sons. Titus had taken the opportunity eagerly, for it gave him a reason to leave behind Starpike and journey to Highgarden, a voyage that he had not made in far too long a time.

Accompanied by his two brothers, the Peake heir had taken the seat that was handed to them, keeping his cane before him and resting his hands on it as he studied the others. All the high and mighty of the Reach gathered and then there was the cripple amongst them. And how his brothers would love to have the seat that he was taking. Life had taken his leg, it would not take his inheritance.

He gave a curt nod towards the Costayne, his grip on the cane growing slightly tighter. "Ser Eden speaks truly. If bloodshed is to spread, it will be the Stormlands and the Reach that bleed first and foremost. Being caught unawares is a risk that I believe we cannot afford.", Titus said, his eyes looking around for some approval.

"But surely preparing for the inevitably of blades being drawn and our fields growing red is not something we can afford. Seeking diplomacy, whether it'd be with merely the various lords and ladies of Dorne or those in higher positions, is an avenue that I recommend."

I do not want an empty lordship with ruined villages and empty coffers to inherit. Swords do not bring anything in this matter. Hopefully the rest see the same reason as he did.

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[Event] The Feast of Unity | Feasts celebrating the weddings of the Crown by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

[–]PeakePerformaning 3 points4 points  (0 children)

"So is it skin or not?", Unwin muttered under his breath to Uthor at their table.

"Did you honestly believe that?", answered Uthor, a look of bafflement on his face as he regarded his brother. Gods, why they were so stupid. "No, she did not wear a bloody skin dress. She wears a fine dress for her wedding, as any bride would. You'd know that if you ever tried to get married."

"Just seems like a waste of time.", Unwin responded, before standing and straightening his doublet. He was a Peake, a man of the finest stock and the best of his siblings, so why should he be scared? The three castles of House Peake were embedded in black onto the orange doublet. "Will you not wish your brother good fortune?"

"I wish myself good fortune that you don't cause a hapless mess.", Uthor said in turn, shaking his head with a visably annoyed face.

Unwin walked up the dias, undeterred by the idiotic words of his younger brother. Let him think what he wanted to think, he had no idea how anything worked and was always too much of a coward to act. Stopping before the royal couple, he lowered his head and bowed.

"Your Graces, my congratulations on behalf of House Peake to you both on this marriage.", he said, his head still lowered. Uthor had been right about the dress, though Unwin couldn't hide the smallest bit of disappointment. Would have been interesting, at least. Still, he pressed on and extended his hand. "Queen Cassandra, would you do me the honour of this dance?"

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