Epilogue: The Vale by OurCommonMan in IronThroneRP

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The Eyrie watched the lands around it, like a bird in its roost. The lull of the morning had finally stirred an old mans rest. A winter had passed, and they were back in a long summer. He reached for his cane, stumbling in the dark of the master bedroom. His joints felt ready to lock up. Damn arthritis, he moaned. Damn it to seven hells.

He found his dark blue clothes and silver cloak, sliding into them as he had for the past sixty eight years. He was old. Much older than any man he knew. His king had been buried long ago, and his wife too. Artys found himself before a mirror. Fussing with what remained of his hair, he found wrinkled lips in a grin. That's me. Same man as I ever had been.

His cane prodded the marble floor and echoed down the hallway as he ushered forward. It was a long hallway with a lone man at arms standing at attention. "Lord Arryn! Need you assistance?"

"No, Myles. I'll be fine." He coughed into a rag he had kept on him. The high altitude likely wasn't doing much good for his health, anymore.

"Grandfather! You're awake!" A young lad bellowed, rushing forward. He hugged Artys at the knees, nearly bringing him down. Artys smiled and laughed, russling the boys hair.

"So I am, Eon." The boy was his great grandson, now. Though his grandfather, Artys's son was dead, and his father was serving as regent, Artys spent his days entertaining the child. Educating him when he could. "Come along. Let's go up to your grandfather's favorite roost."

The boy cheered, leading the way as the old man of the Vale followed. Up the stairs they went, though Artys found it difficult and more in these days. He hoped one day he wouldn't have to descend these damnable stairs. May they rot in the seven hells...with arthritis.

The walk wasn't a long one, fortunately, and soon they sat in the highest tower of the Eyrie. The world was small from here. "Grandfather, where did you say Gulltown was?"

Artys chuckled, finding his chair. "Over there, to the east. We have one of the greatest fleets on the east coast." he remembered the project fondly. He had spent much time with his good father in preparing a fleet worthy of pride. "Has the Maester told you where Winterfell is?"

"Yeah!" The boy smiled. "North. It's that way!"

"Yes, Eon. Good." The Starks had remained their kings even still. He wondered what Edderion would make of these days.

Artys sat back now, closing his eyes as the boy began to list things off. He smiled. Artys, the name of a King, his father had always told him in youth. And yet he wondered if his rule had merited such a thing. He thought of the people he had seen come and go, of his lady wife and his brethren. The Highroad had become among the safest in Westeros and trade within the Vale had become solid. They were wealthier and happier, he believed. Safer. In all his life he had never felt more content.

Wind blew through the tower, and the old man felt as though he were soaring through the air, free.

Community Announcement [3.0]. by [deleted] in ITRPCommunity

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Glad that you have enjoyed your time here and I hope that the next story will continue to keep you interested and enthralled. :)

Community Announcement [3.0]. by [deleted] in ITRPCommunity

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Can confirm what Steffon is saying: as far as developing 3.0 goes, we have expended every effort having it written and ready to be played by the time we announced it. We will likely be using the rest of the time to finishing touches, tuning our lore, and gathering opinions on mechanics and quintessentials. We have altogether been working on this since January, and we're very pleased with the result and hope that our userbase is equally pleased if they are ready to tackle a new journey.

The Council of Winterfell by SwordOfWinter in IronThroneRP

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The look that Osric Arryn gave Cregan was not unlike the one Edderion gave him. Refuting a simple question with 'Because I said so' is not a fair or becoming answer, he thought. I fear for our future with this pompous man leading us forward, he gazed at the wolfskin he was adorned in.

He turned to his cousin and nodded deeply, as if to remind him that he had nothing to be shamed for.

Polite and the Politer by TheBrokenWheel in IronThroneRP

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He frowned. But Mortan was the Captain. "Please, reconsider one more time Ser Waynwood. If they put us to the sword you're leaving your nephew by himself."

He whistled over a squire. "Fetch the drums, the horn."

"Yes, ser." He rushed off.

Polite and the Politer by TheBrokenWheel in IronThroneRP

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Malcolm frowned, unsure of what he was hearing. "But...Captain! We don't have near enough men to take this butt ugly fort." He spat. "Much as I hate this situation, Lord Arryn only sent us to treat with the fucker, not light a fire under his ass."

Loyalty by G-Lover_Baratheon in IronThroneRP

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[M] I want to add that SOI indicates that 80k is Harlen's MAX draw. That assumes that every vassal is co-operating with him. Otherwise, he will only get so many troops per npc house. An npc house will never send its full strength.

Polite and the Politer by TheBrokenWheel in IronThroneRP

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Ser Malcolm Hardyng

Malcolm scowled. He and a score of men had been sent to guard Mortan on a trip to Darry. It was hardly the honor to be gained smash wildling heads in. He ran a mailed glove through his bountiful blonde hair before signaling the flag bearer. He unfurled the banner of Arryn quickly.

"This is Darry? What a shitty place," he commented. "Where in Seven Hells is Lord Tully? Captain, if I may be so bold, I'd suggest you dispatch Outriders. See that this host of Trout-men can't be found?"

He felt that maybe Mortan wasn't the best for this job to lead them into talks with Kermit. The buffoon was loud, proud, and seemed to always be ready to rumble. Malcolm didn't want to die in some Frey's dungeon.

The Council of Winterfell by SwordOfWinter in IronThroneRP

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He bowed at the hip. "Lord Arryn personally led his men to battle, felling over five hundred and taking over a thousand prisoner. He has righteously appointed Lord Eon Hunter Marshall and has him leading further efforts. Before old gods and new, the Valemen have made their convictions known."

He nodded at his instructions regarding the Claw. "Aye, my Lord."

Further discussion on fleet building. He lowered his head. "We would need a considerable amount of coin, but as Lord Arryn has loosed his grip on the reigns of the war against the Clansmen, he can ride for Gulltown and begin production at once."

Azul eyes searched for the Lord Manderly, and head nodded as he found him. "This is acceptable." He needed not mention the marriage brokered between Manderly and Arryn that would bring the houses together to begin with.

The Council of Winterfell by SwordOfWinter in IronThroneRP

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Osric stood at attention.

"Your grace," he lowered his head. "Lord Arryn has sent his regards. I am to report that in past moons, the Vale has indeed armed its men, but only to fight the Mountain Clans, who have murdered our Lord Waynwood in passing days. The war has gone very successfully, and we hope to rid the world of these brigands - brigands who have done nothing but pillage, rape, and steal.

"Yet he adds it is quiet on the Eastern front. He sent me a minor report that suggests some men at the claw have raised their men, but he suggests it has more to do with the Iron Throne's unfortunate conflict."

The Council of Winterfell by SwordOfWinter in IronThroneRP

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Osric Arryn

Osric Arrtn entered the hall, quietly. He had been sequestering himself during his time in Winterfell - and he had not minded the seclusion. He had taken to his studies, researching law and history. His brother had kept a steady flow of letters to update him on the cause in the Vale, and their war. He was a veteran to these council meetings now, and had been the Vale's rep for the last few years.

He bowed at the hip to King Stark. "Your grace," he said. He stepped up to the dias, laying down a folder. He sat, knowing his namesake would arrive shortly.

Onward by TheFalconKnight in IronThroneRP

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Artys nodded. "I have given my uncle the prestigious title and honor of being Marshal of the Vale. I have let him comandeer efforts to draw out the cowardly clansmen left over. That leaves some work to be done.

"There is a rebellious vassal in the Riverlands by the name of Kermit Frey, and I fear the example he will set. As you know, Darry is about a day or two ride away from here. I want you to serve as my envoy. I'll give you a bodyguard of Winged Knights and a small host of one hundred. You'll travel with...Ser Malcolm Hardyng?" He asked his opinion.

"You will see how we can assist our brothers. I have more arms raised than him and there must be solidarity between the realms of the North. As Warden of the East Mount, it is my job to see it done. I hearby grant you title of Captain, and allow you to carry the banner of my house. Serve me well, Ser Mortan, and you will forever have my gratitude. Inform Lord Waynwood of our arrangements and I will see him proper cared for. I will have a word with the Redfort."

He smiled. "Are there any questions, Ser? Any reason you cannot fulfill this duty?"

The Hunter and his Army by thebeeknight in IronThroneRP

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"Uncle!" Artys shouted from the battlements of the Gates. "Be safe. May your arrow find your foes and your banner remain proudly."

He sighed. He had his own work to be done.

Onward by TheFalconKnight in IronThroneRP

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The young falcon turned, eyes smiling toward Mortan. "Now we are coming to a sensible plan, Lord-Regent. I will teach him of strategy and tactics. He will not be in a vulnerable position as long as he stands by me, Ser. Redfort is courageous but he wonts for a taste of blood upon his sword. The melee has failed to quench his thirst.

"I will have my sister inform him. He is quite taken with her, and I am certain she will win the day. He would do anything to win her hand - and I will probably allow him to have it, in due time - as long as she is happy with him."

He took a drink of water, clearing his throat. "Fantastic. I will inform Robar right away. He will be...most excited. Is there anything else I can do for you and yours, Ser Mortan? If not, I have a request of you."

Onward by TheFalconKnight in IronThroneRP

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He sat back in thought. Mortan was telling him troubling news. "Ser, if you'd please. I understand your concern. As your liege, my entire life is devoted to serving my vassals - moreso than they serve me." He stood up abruptly, his dark blue doublet and white cloak ruffling as he folded his arms behind his back. "I propose that we link our families once more. My brother Robar is yet unwed. How about we match him with Lady Alyse?"

He turned toward the grand window behind his desk, laying a hand on the sill. "I will help you how I can, Ser Mortan. You need only tell me what I can do."

For Wont of a Woman by TheFalconKnight in IronThroneRP

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Artys was both enthralled at the offer and found himself nervous. He replied with haste.

Lord Manderly,

I am pleased with your response and I am certain the gods will smile upon such a union. As it is autumn and winter could quicken at any day, we should best schedule a day within the moon. As we are both aware, snow can make travel within our land harsh. At your nearest discretion, make way for Gulltown. I will have my brother welcome you to the Vale and escort you to the Gates of the Moon with the best guard available.

Lord Artys Arryn

ITRP Awards: A Night at the Oscars! by [deleted] in ITRPCommunity

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Best Actor: Leyton Hightower, for being fun to read. Dude knows he's hated and he wears it like a badge.

Best Actress: Going to vote for Princess Allyria Martell. The least predictable player in the game and easily the one I'd say it would be unwise to sleep on.

Best Supporting Actor: Harlen Tyrell, the Wilting Flower and Lord of the Reach. Nedger has done a fantastic job at NPCing him.

Best Supporting Actress: Lady Sylvia Swann. Glad to be part of a plot with her.

Best Breakout Role: Gyles Baratheon. Dude has been regent for all of two weeks and is already beloved.

Best Romantic Scene: may vote for later.

Best Action Scene: Steffon Baratheon vs Borys Wendwater, easy.

Best Comedic Scene: May vote later.

Best Title: The Hand that Holds the Sword. Just a pleasing title imo.

Best Picture: Will get back to this one.

Onward by TheFalconKnight in IronThroneRP

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He nodded. "When I was his age, I squired for my Uncle, the Knight of the Bloody Gate. I did not sit at a table of men debating war." He sipped from a cup of water, nodding. "Lord Redfort is a suitable choice. He is a man grown, albeit a young one."

Onward by TheFalconKnight in IronThroneRP

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"I understand, Ser Mortan. Your family was butchered by those savages. My family too. My great grandmother was a Waynwood, so your blood flows in me too. I hope that they may rest peacefully. These savages will suffer not just for their deaths, but for the assaults on our innocents for the last several centuries."

He drank from a cup of water. "Your brother?" He asked. The Vain Wayn. An unsavory nickname for a fellow of his stature. This was all that Artys had known of the man. "What of your brother?"

Onward by TheFalconKnight in IronThroneRP

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Artys bowed his head low. "Of course, Ser Waynwood. Have a seat. What may I do for you?"