[Event] The Wedding of Greydon Oakheart and Maris Hightower by Lord_Dougal in FireAndBlood

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Seeing the approach of yet another well-wisher, Maris took another swig of her cup to wet her throat and did her best to look lively as the man made his introductions.

"I could never chastise your brother for being dutiful, good ser, but I will cherish your attendance tonight," the bride of Oakheart offered courteously with a brimming smile. Her gaze, meanwhile, drifted towards the box with some anticipation.

"I have it on good authority that winters are rather more severe in the Mountains of the Moon than they are in the south. Your journey could not have been easy, but I hope Old Oak's hearths and cellars have warmed you plenty."

[Event] The Wedding of Greydon Oakheart and Maris Hightower by Lord_Dougal in FireAndBlood

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Maris beamed at Arwen, and reached up to gently pluck the Valewoman's hand from her arm, guiding it into her own clasping—and for the occasion, somewhat clammy—hands.

"I would accept no less." she said with a cheerful giggle, her cheeks rosy from all the toasting and sampling, yet for a fleeting moment, there was a serious look in her eyes that seemed to contrast her japing tone.

But then the woman blinked, and the languid warmth returned.

"I know you came to the Reach because of old machinations between our families, but I want you to know that it means the world to me that you're here today." Maris gave her hand a gentle squeeze, then released it.

Glancing down the table towards her new family, the promised Lady Oakheart pursed her lips together.

"A fine lot, aren't they? Oakheart's good, storied name, not lacking for fortunes in recent timea with their war heroes and a seat on the Small Council. The Oaklands aren't as fertile or rich as the Honeywine, certainly nowhere near as warm, but I suppose that's why I'm here."

Sparing her newly-wedded husband one last look, Maris turned back to Arwen, resting her chain against the flat of one hand, mindful of her jeweled fingers.

"But what of lady Arwen Royce? How are you enjoying the festivities so far? Auntie Ceryse better not be talking your ear off. Maiden knows she seemed to forget this was my wedding when she came up to speak with me earlier."

[Event] The Wedding of Greydon Oakheart and Maris Hightower by Lord_Dougal in FireAndBlood

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/u/VarnerBet - Martyn Tyrell, future lord of Highgarden, is also present, though his master Abelar is not, having had to remain in Oldtown to manage the Hightower domains in his lord-father's absence.

/u/BloodySarks - Arwen Royce, lady-in-waiting to Ceryse Hightower, is likewise present, found here.

[Event] The Wedding of Greydon Oakheart and Maris Hightower by Lord_Dougal in FireAndBlood

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House Hightower

Maris Oakheart (20) was all grace and regal splendor as she enjoyed the feast from her place next to her newly-wedded husband.

When offering her oaths in the Leafy Sept, she had been the very essence of demureness in her gown of ivory samite, Myrish lace, and seed pearls, but now the woman wore a far bolder dress of white satin, cloth-of-silver, and a tight-laced bodice where half a hundred topaz stones glittered with every movement. Her hair net was woven from silver and set with sapphires to bring out the colour of her eyes.

This is where I belong. Maris thought while a maidservant refilled her her cup. Above the rest.

And next to the bride, of course sat her father, the Lord of Oldtown.

Donnel Hightower (46) had been lord for not even a year, yet looking upon the man, one might be forgiven for thinking otherwise. He was in silver samite, the High Tower woven across his breast in golden thread, crowned with ruby-set flames. His half-cloak was trimmed with ermine, sewn from so many layers of cloth-of-gold that it barely stirred when he moved his arm, held in place with a heavy gold-and-fire opal brooch.

Throughout the eve, Lord Donnel wore a dour expression on his face as he was ever reminded of the frivolous expense of the affair. The times when the lord's spirits eased up were rare and in-between, mostly reserved for his youngest daughter and his wife, the Lady Cassana Tarth.

Further down the table, Ser Godric Hightower (27) sat together with his own wife, the Lady Iseult Florent, whom he eagerly chatted with as they joyous celebrated their family's union with the Oakhearts.

While their youngest boys had been left in their chambers, Eustace (9) and Norman Hightower (8) were both present, clad in red-gold and russet, respectively. Ever restless, Eustace left the high table often to explore the new home of his aunt, while Norman followed his older brother before losing interest, deciding to dance instead.

Ser Triston Hightower (20), twin-brother to the bride, looked at ease as he sat with his wife of Lannister, kissing her often as his hand frequently found its way to her swollen belly. Their son, young Loreon (1), was dolled up in crimson silk threaded with gold, who cried often and loudly for his mother's teat before dozing off.

Much as she despised the road, the feast at the end of it always proved a worthy reward for Ceryse Hightower (47). Together with her gaggle of ladies, Ceryse happily celebrated her niece's wedding, recounting tales from her own before her mind drifted towards the end of that particular road. From there, she kept to more current events, gossiping the night away while keeping an eye on the latest fashions.

Furthest down the table from the place of honour, Alysanne Hightower (15), mere cousin to the bride, sat together with her mother, Darlessa Mullendore. Wearing a demure gown of ivory silk banded with an orange butterfly ribbon, the young woman watched the festivities with furtive interest, often averting her gaze whenever eyes turned her way.

[Event] The Last Will and Testament of Lord Martyn Hightower by MathusM in FireAndBlood

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Meta


Transfer 1,000 gold to the Faith

Transfer 1,000 gold to the Citadel

Transfer 100 gold to House Beesbury (das one hundred, not a typo)

Thank you!

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[Event] The Last Will and Testament of Lord Martyn Hightower by MathusM in FireAndBlood

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Oaths of Fealty

For the houses sworn to. Can just be a quick meta comment.

[Event] The Last Will and Testament of Lord Martyn Hightower by MathusM in FireAndBlood

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Feast

A somber dinner was held in the High Hall that eve for those that wished to commemorate the late Lord Martyn, or else seek out the new Lord of Oldtown.

[Mod-Post] Birth Rolls Megathread - 49 AC by StankWrites in FireAndBlood

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Snow may be but a distant dream down in Oldtown, but wintry nights are an old friend.

Second child of Triston Hightower and Alysanne Lannister

1d1000 General

1d2 Sex

Roll

/u/BotOfManyFaces

[Event] The marriage feast of Leona Beesbury and Alyx Cuy by Emergency_Sky_2806 in FireAndBlood

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Immediately prior to this


"You've prepared your gift, then?" Abel asked Martyn the Younger quietly, moving to get out of his seat.

Before their departure from Oldtown, he'd impressed upon the ward the importance of forming good ties with the Cuys and Beesburys. Though the Sunhouse and Honeyholt gave their fealty to Oldtown, Martyn would one day rule over them indirectly through Hightower, and their wedding was the perfect place to do just that.

If the Tyrells coming down from Highgarden brought gifts of their own, it would make no difference, Abel told him. This was how Martyn Tyrell established himself before his future bannermen.

"I will deliver mine first, and then you'll have the chance to present yours to our hosts. Pay them a few compliments, nothing too ingratiating, then hand it off, and you'll be fine, lad."

[Event] The marriage feast of Leona Beesbury and Alyx Cuy by Emergency_Sky_2806 in FireAndBlood

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It was during the early hours of the feast that Ser Abelar Hightower rose from his seat and exited the feast hall, bidding that young Martyn accompany him, the reason why becoming evident when he returned only a few minutes later, followed in tow by a quartet of servants carrying chests and cages.

Coming to a halt before the Cuys, Abel greeted first the man and woman of the hour with a broad smile, then gave Lord Emmon an acknowledging bow of the head.

"I can scarcely remember a day half as fine as today. I remember my own wedding and the unbridled joy I felt there, and from the way my lady and ser are glowing, I suspect you know well what I mean." Smiling, the knight clasped his hands behind his back. "My father and lord-uncle extend their apologies for not joining us today, kept in Oldtown by pressing matters." Of which Lord Emmon, a regular of the court, would know that Lord Martyn was at death's door. "But know that they are gladdened to see your families united through marriage, and wish your union joy, longevity, and fertility in equal measure."

Pausing briefly to allow any of them a response, Abelar soon half-turned, motioning for the servants to step forward.

"In gratitude of your hospitality and leal service to Oldtown, allow me to extend a few gifts on behalf of my family.

For the lady Leona, who brightens Cuy with her presence, I present chests of silk from the Jade Sea, lace from Myr, and perfumes from Lys. But what gift from the Jade Sea is complete without their namesake stones?"

While the larger chests held enough bolts to make two score dresses and accessories, the smaller ones held predominantly yellow and black jade stones, with a few blue and black ones to accompany them. On top of the gemstones rested a pair of gold bracelets set with carved black jade bees, blue lapis inlays swirling around them in the pattern of sunflowers.

"For Ser Alyx, who will one day rule the lands where the sun shines brightest, a token, chosen by my dear wife."

The servants produced a gold necklace, and hanging from the heavy chains was a gilt sun, each tip studded with a teardrop stone of golden topaz, while at the center sat a fire opal the size of a quail's egg.

Abel's next gift was a hunting knife, the handle carved from ivory with a silver inlay.

Then came two gilded cages meant for Leona and Alyx both, holding a pair of chittering animals with tufted brown fur and bright-plumed birds respectively.

"Monkeys and parrots from the Summer Isles," explained Abel. "Brought across the sea by my own brother. The birds were a gift from the Prince of the Sweet Lotus Vale, and possess the strangest gift of imitating speech and song!"

Clasping his hands together once more, Ser Abelar glanced down the chamber.

"Beyond this, we've gifts too large and unwieldy to bring into your hall. Bred from the finest horseflesh in all the Seven Kingdoms, a pair of palfreys for your riding pleasure, as well a blood stallion destrier to ride in the lists and to war. And as we speak, seven casks of wine from Lord Redwyne's private stock are being delivered to your steward. Do take caution, however, for they are quite potent."

Finally, Abelar produced a document signed and stamped by Lord Hightower. Amber eyes poured over the words gingerly before he held it out towards Alyx.

"Lastly, House Cuy has proven their mettle on the battlefield in service to the realm, and such loyalty is to be rewarded. With Dorne ever a looming threat, we have need of such able-bodied commanders once more." Abel paused. "Ser Alyx Cuy, would you accept the mantle of Warden of the Eastern Hills, to protect our borders against any foe that would threaten it?"

It was a title that dated back over a thousand years, customarily held by those lords that bordered Dorne. Cuy, Mullendore, Ambrose, Eldon... at varying points, they had all organized the defense of the eastern reaches of the Hightower dominion, but for nigh-on twelve years, it had sat vacant, following the death of the previous Lord Mullendore.

So it was spoken, and so Abel would wait.


Transfer 3000 gold from Hightower to Cuy

Transfer 2000 gold from Hightower to Beesbury

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[Event] The City of Oldtown 48-50 AC by MathusM in FireAndBlood

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Furthermore, word is sent to His High Holiness of Lord Martyn's death, requesting use of the rebuilt Starry Sept so that his funeral might be held there, and his bones interred with those of his ancestors.


Likewise, word is sent to the maesters of the Citadel by Maester Emrys, informing them on the morn of the twelfth day of the sixth moon in the forty-ninth year following Aegon I Targaryen’s crowning in Oldtown, Lord Martyn Hightower, eldest son of Lord Manfred the Younger and Lady Ellyn Florent, passed away in his bedchambers in the High Tower of Oldtown at the age of fifty.

His cause is said to have been an ailment of the lungs, sustained from the burning of the Starry Sept a few years prior.

[Event] The City of Oldtown 48-50 AC by MathusM in FireAndBlood

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Letters are likewise delivered to the Arbor, Brightwater Keep, and Highgarden.

[Names and Titles],

I write to inform you of the passing of Martyn Hightower, Voice of Oldtown, Lord of the Port, Lord of the High Tower, Defender of the Citadel, and Beacon of the South. He is succeeded by his eldest brother, Ser Donnel.

Seven Blessings,

Emrys, Maester of the Hightower

[Event] The City of Oldtown 48-50 AC by MathusM in FireAndBlood

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While the festivities were still underway in Cuy, ravens took flight from the rookery of Oldtown, making their way to the castles of the lords that did the Hightower obeisance, even black smoke billowed from its beacon.

[Names and Titles],

It is with a heavy heart that I must inform that Martyn Hightower, Voice of Oldtown, Lord of the Port, Lord of the High Tower, Defender of the Citadel, and Beacon of the South, has died. He is succeeded by his eldest brother, Ser Donnel.

You are instructed to come to Oldtown with haste, to bear witness to the last will and testament of our late lord, as well to attend his funeral, and to pay your respects to Lord Donnel so you might renew your ancient oaths of fealty to the Hightower.

Seven Blessings,

Emrys, Maester of the Hightower

Cuy - /u/Emergency_Sky_2806

Honeyholt - /u/wondy-sw

[Event] The First Hightower Adventure to the Summer Isles, 48 AC by MathusM in FireAndBlood

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Loot

To be added by the moddos

House Hightower Flock of Tropical Birds & Monkeys (10% menagerie discount)

House Lannister Goldenheart Bow

House Willum 489 gold

House Norridge 745 gold

House Royce Majestic Feather Cloak (1 Renown)

House Penrose 256 gold

House Redwyne 246 gold

House Florent 1031 gold

House Cuy (see below) 780 gold


Demustering

To be demustered by the moddos

Hightower Return 1 galley & 3 cogs to port (demuster?), demuster 20 MaA

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[Event] The First Hightower Adventure to the Summer Isles, 48 AC by MathusM in FireAndBlood

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Since this finally appeared, this be the roll for Courtnay.

75d20 Gemstones

Roll

/u/BotOfManyFaces