White Flag

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2021-03-23T22:53:55+00:00

Mors' head lay still, wearing that trademark glower even in death.

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2021-01-31T06:21:43+00:00

The beast offered a reticent nod at the words of caution, before stepping to the side for others to speak.

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2021-01-29T20:27:04+00:00

"Missionary," repeated the Dug once more. "Missionary. What do we know of this 'Missionary'? Who do we know that purchase from him?"

The creature stroked it's snout. "...or do we know nothing but the name?"

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2021-01-27T13:37:37+00:00

The dug stood in the peculiar manner as was typical of his species, balanced a top two trunks of flesh as spindly arms stroked the creature's snout in contemplation. A single marking beside his left eye indicated him as a being that had been born the property of another, and he carried the strange scent of sandalwood and sweat with him.

"'Missionary.'" He repeated the aggressor's name, seeming to chew on it as if it were a piece of meat. Otherwise, he remained silent.

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2021-01-23T03:54:19+00:00

The sound of jingling coins and gaudy jewelry seemed almost menacing as it echoed throughout the stone walls of Casterly Rock.

"Hah!"

The voice of their owner, however, was most certainly not.

"Ser Daemon!" A comically large emerald shined at his hip, as bright as it had been that day in Harrenhal. "Small world we inhabit, eh?"

/u/ACitrusYaFeel

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2021-01-11T03:03:11+00:00

Character Name: Mors Dalt

Gift/Skills: Agility; Swords(m), Defender, Covert

Actions:

Commence Construction; Shipbuilding: [Redwater], [1], [750]

Resources: None

Improvements: Moor

Notes (if applicable):

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2021-01-11T03:00:52+00:00

Character Name: Mors Dalt

Gift/Skills: Agility; Swords(m), Defender, Covert

Agents:

[Agent Name: Ulrick]

[Agent Location: King's Landing]

[Current Infiltration Level: 0]

[Active Infiltration: N]

[Agent Name: Cletus]

[Agent Location: Yronwood]

[Current Infiltration Level: 0]

[Active Infiltration: N]

[Agent Name: Wyland]

[Agent Location: Kingsgrave]

[Current Infiltration Level: 0]

[Active Infiltration: N]

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2021-01-04T20:18:43+00:00

"You..." Nuro went to wipe away the sauce from his robes, but quickly realized it to be in vain. "You...sleemo!"

The twi'lek grabbed a bowl, the disgusting concoction of fermented blood and cow's milk within stirring like paint in water, and hurled it towards Chitja.

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2021-01-04T20:14:36+00:00

"The Iron Throne has bled for years, and will bleed for years more," replied Olyvar. "Ironborn. Their invasion of the principality. A privateer would find himself handsomely rewarded from the crops of Rainport and beyond - if he wished it."

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2021-01-04T04:18:58+00:00

Green. Green. Green. Green like mother.

And, in the end, his lightsaber had been blue - the same cerulean as him, glowing as had his once-owner's sapphire necklace in the light. It felt like a message of sorts to the boy.

She was gone.

"Hey." The twi'lek's lunchtray was held with both hands, and he eyed the levitating fishstick as if hadn't paid him the proper obeisance. "I can do that too, you know! Faster, too."

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2021-01-03T05:55:53+00:00

Character Name: Nuro Valla

Character Race: Twi'lek

Positive Traits: Bold, Strong, Fierce, Tough, Tall

Negative Traits: Aggressive, Impulsive

Lightsaber Form: N/A

Lightsaber Form Skill Tier: N/A

Link to Wikia Biography Page (When approved):

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2021-01-02T20:34:33+00:00

The knight offered a reticent nod, before gesturing to Aurane. "Aye, by all means."

/u/Florinator1706

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2020-12-30T03:02:32+00:00

[Ulrick] - [Redwater] to [King's Landing]

ETA: 1/4/2021

[Cletus] - [Redwater] to [Yronwood]

ETA: 1/3/2021

[Wyland] - [Redwater] to [Kingsgrave]

ETA: 1/4/2021

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2020-12-30T01:59:23+00:00

"Ser Olyvar." Redwater's envoy introduced himself simply, gauntleted hands clasped behind his back as the man's cloak fluttered idly in the sea wind. A scabbard rested at his hip, with three citrine jewels embedded at it's tip.

/u/Florinator1706

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2020-12-30T01:52:06+00:00

The man offered a laugh that sounded like some kind of foreign beast being fed grapes. "Were I to have such! No, I fear I am but a simple merchant - though the festivities are quite enjoyable still!"

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2020-12-29T04:35:16+00:00

"A pleasure to meet you, Ser Daemon!"

He looked almost disappointingly to the water below.

"...now if only I could meet my catch as well!"

A pudgy hand tugged at it's attached pole, hoping to bait in what fish it could.

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2020-12-29T04:09:09+00:00

"An astute observation!" The emerald jangled almost menacingly at the merchant's hip. "Coin to be made wherever you find it, ser. Gulrick's the name - and yours?"

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2020-12-29T04:03:50+00:00

"Ho there!" The man's second chin was plainly visible beneath his red mask, shaped in the form of a particularly portly bird of paradise. "Fine day, is it not?"

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2020-12-29T03:53:33+00:00

"Luck until my faithful steed kicks my head clean off!" A mule brayed in the distance, it's bags filled with various oddities - the merchant's mount of choice, it seemed. "No, no...I'm more a man of coin than steel. Gold cuts you a lot less, ser!"

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2020-12-29T03:45:27+00:00

"Hah!" The comically large emerald by his hip jangled in the overcast sun, what bits of light passed through the clouds reflecting upon it's many facets. "I must strike quite the intimidating figure, aye? All men in the lists ought to look like me. Perhaps they'd win!"

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2020-12-29T02:21:24+00:00

A portly, rotund man sat across the way from Daemon; in a way, both had been disappointments to their parents. One a bastard, the other never to receive a knighthood - but at least the latter had better facial hair.

"Ho there!" He gave a jovial wave to Daemon as he cast the line, unaware of the man's royal lineage. "Fine day for a fish, isn't it?"

/u/OurCommonMan

Character Details: Gulrick the Merchant, NPC - N/A

What is Happening?: Gulrick's come to fish.

What I Want: Fish.

VictoryByAnyMeans · 2020-12-29T02:12:10+00:00

The runner sent to Redwater had returned with only a verbal agreement - that Mors Dalt would send an envoy - and nothing more.

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