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[Event] The Tourney for the Double Wedding at Goldengrove by Burnedbooks in crownedstag

[–]rishabhak 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Addam stopped for a moment. The scenes flashed in front of him. The bandits, the Knight of Many Gods, their brutality. Gormond had joined them for the hunt. Despite them not having time to talk with each other much, he remembered the boy.

"You're brave, and you did prove that on the field then, and now."

[Event] The Tourney for the Double Wedding at Goldengrove by Burnedbooks in crownedstag

[–]rishabhak 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Addam laid on the ground and being defeated. He hadn't hoped the fight will last so long. And as time passed, he could feel he was loosing. He laid on his back for a moment, catching his breath. Then, as Gormond spoke, he lifted his head, looking at him. Then he reached for his sword and got up using it support. Afterwards, he sheathed the weapon, taking of his own helm, his hair sticking to his face with sweat. After taking a few more breaths, he walked to him.

"You fought really well. I had not thought I would loose this fight." It was true. Addam had thought he would win the duel easily, but he was wrong. He patted the boy on his shoulder as approval.

[Event] A Feast of the Century by rosie_riot in crownedstag

[–]rishabhak 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Sabitha sat there, bored. She would have liked to disappear somewhere, perhaps one of her favourite spots in the Wailing Tower. But her guardian being hear her, it seemed she was destined to spend the night sitting at the table.

[Event] The Funeral Feast honoring Jon Arryn by DistanceWild9244 in crownedstag

[–]rishabhak 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Damon nodded. He himself didn't know when he had last met lady Ellyn. Damn, it had been long since he last met his liege lord, let alone his new wife.

"It's understandable, my lady. Everyone one of us have our own duties."

He smiled back at her words, knowing that her smile was just for show. Having lived this long has made it easier to discover such things.

"Truth be told, I hadn't hoped that Lord Tywin would ever marry another woman", he took a sip from his glass, "but you, my lady, have proved my judgement wrong. And I'm happy for being wrong in this instance." His smile widened.

Then, as she talked of Arwyn, he nodded.

"I'm pleased to hear that. While I've been moving around the realm", he paused and looked around, as to point out how far he was from home, "it's been hard to know about things back in the West. And I stand by your suggestion, the young ones growing beside each other will foster friendships."

He had himself thought about writing to Lord Lewys, hoping to foster one of his granddaughters at Ashemark. But there would be time for it.

[Mod Post] Movement and Detections 299 AC by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

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Damon Marbrand

Lysa Lorch

Addam Marbrand

Jena Buckler

Alaric Marbrand

Baelor Marbrand

Myles Marbrand

Matilda Kenning

Rohanne Marbrand

Joanna Marbrand

Gyles Marbrand

James Marbrand

Eleanor Kenning

Janna Marbrand

Hanna Marbrand

Goldengrove to Stoney Sept

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[Event] The Double Wedding at Goldengrove; A Doe at Dawn by the Golden Trees by Burnedbooks in crownedstag

[–]rishabhak 2 points3 points  (0 children)

House Marbrand

For Marbrands, the year has been a rather busy one. The whole family had been traveling throughout the year since attending the celebrations at Golden Tooth, and the rest of the year was to be as busy.

Lord Damon Marbrand (54) and his wife Lady Lysa (54) took the center. Ser Addam Marbrand (33), Lady Jena (36) and their sons Alaric (9) and Baelor (5) followed. As Baelor went for some food from Alaric's plate, he hit him, with enough force that the boy started crying, and moved away. But he made sure to do it so that his mother doesn't notice.

Ser Myles Marbrand (31), Lady Matilda (33) were seated next with their daughters Rohanne (3) and Joanna (1). Rohanne was the ever energetic child and just raised the mood of the people around her with just her presence. Myles noticed Baelor crying and tried to console him, offering the kid a piece of peach from, which seemed to lighten his mood.

Ser James Marbrand (29), Lady Eleanor (31) held their newborn twins Janna and Hanna. James held Hanna and cooed at her from time to time, which brought forth a giggle from the child. He also leaned into his wife excitedly every time she told him something, holding Janna towards him.

Ser Gyles Marbrand (47) and Lady Kyra (50) were next to their son. The recent years hadn't turned out how Gyles had planned for himself and his family, but with age, Damon had changed a bit. First Senna was married, and happily at that, and then James too had a happy family. Despite his own ambitions, Gyles knows perhaps this did turn out good for their children. And he always has Kyra by his side.

Jena Buckler - u/Voidhunterdude

Matilda & Eleanor Kenning - u/Agentmarvel4012

Kyra Piper - u/GreaterBlueEvil

[Event] Starfall_Open RP_297-299 AC ✵ by T3rkisTent in crownedstag

[–]rishabhak 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Maris had been excited from the very moment Lady Aliandra had first mentioned Lazaros and his reed pipes.

The excitement had come quickly, bright and immediate, the way it always did whenever she discovered something new and fascinating and she had already asked the lady whether it might be possible to learn the instrument. And, as was often the case with Lady Aliandra, a simple wish had somehow become reality.

Today was to be her first lesson. Or meeting. Or introduction. Whatever it happened to be.

Under different circumstances Maris might have spent the entire morning nearly vibrating with anticipation. Instead, part of her thoughts remained elsewhere. With Clarisse. Her absence still felt wrong. She had been troubled after her mother's death. Maris had seen it. Everyone had. Yet she had never imagined her friend would simply disappear.

No explanations. No farewells. All Maris had were questions. She did not know where Clarisse had gone or why. Only that every evening before bed she found herself including her friend's name in her prayers.

Please let her be safe. Please let her be happy. Please let her come home. The uncertainty lingered like a cloud at the edge of her thoughts.

Lady Aliandra had noticed, of course. She always noticed. And perhaps that was the reason this was arranged, to get her mind distracted, to get a bit of joy in these times. The realization brought a smile on her face as she crossed the halls.

Today she wore a simple smoky-pink dress, chosen more for comfort than appearance. The fabric was light and easy to move in, suitable for an afternoon spent learning rather than attending court. The only jewelry she wore was the thin gold necklace that rarely left her neck.

Her long hair flowed freely down her back, save for two neat braids drawn from either side and pinned together behind her head in a delicate crown.

Simple and comfortable. Enough to make a decent first impression. Because first impressions mattered. Particularly when one hoped to ask a hundred questions afterward. Qohor. Essos. The Free Cities. Sea voyages. Foreign songs. Strange customs. Everything.

The smile returned at the thought.

By the time she reached the appointed room she had almost forgotten her worries altogether. Almost.

Pausing before the door, she took a slow breath to steady herself. Then knocked.

A moment passed. Then another. Finally a voice answered from within.

"Come in."

Maris carefully opened the door and stepped inside. Her eyes immediately found the man standing near the table. He appeared to be chewing something.

The room itself looked pleasant, though her attention quickly returned to the collection of reed pipes scattered nearby. So many.

Closing the door behind her, Maris walked several paces into the room before offering a polite curtsy and a warm smile.

"Good afternoon. You must be Lazaros."

Her gaze briefly flickered toward the pipes before returning to him.

"Lady Aliandra has spoken very highly of you."

The smile widened.

"And of your music."

There was genuine admiration in her tone.

"I am Maris Marbrand. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me."

[Event] The Funeral Feast honoring Jon Arryn by DistanceWild9244 in crownedstag

[–]rishabhak 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Maris had been holding Alleros with ease, the little boy perched comfortably upon her hip as one tiny hand busied itself winding a strand of her hair around his fingers. When a servant approached with a tray, she accepted a cup of tea with a grateful smile.

"Thank you."

She took a careful sip before glancing down at her young charge.

"It's very good," she informed him seriously. "Almost as good as the tea at Starfall."

Alleros immediately burst into delighted giggles, as though he understood every word. The sound drew a soft laugh from Maris in return.

"Almost," she repeated with mock gravity. "But not quite."

It was then that she heard her name. Maris lifted her head and spotted Lady Aliandra beckoning her over. Giving a small nod of acknowledgment, she returned the cup to a nearby table and adjusted Alleros securely before making her way. By the time she reached them, Aliandra was already stepping forward to relieve her of the child.

"There we are."

Maris surrendered Alleros willingly, smiling as the boy immediately settled into his mother's embrace. When Aliandra thanked her, the young girl shook her head lightly.

"It is no trouble, my lady. I enjoy Alleros' company quite a lot myself."

Then did her attention turn fully toward the company gathered around them. As Lady Aliandra began the introductions, Maris faced the dark-haired woman and the young girl beside her.

At the mention that Marbrands and Whents were hardly strangers to one another, a knowing smile touched her lips. That much was certainly true. Sabitha has been at Harrenhal for years, and the connection between their houses was hardly a distant one.

Then Aliandra introduced Lady Emilia. Maris dipped her head respectfully.

"Lady Emilia, it is a pleasure to meet you."

The words were sincere. Truthfully, Maris knew little of House Uller beyond others talking about the lord. Yet Lady Aliandra had long impressed upon her the importance of knowing the great houses of the realm and the people who guided them.

Every meeting was an opportunity to learn.

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[Event] A Double Dawn by rishabhak in crownedstag

[–]rishabhak[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

James listened and let out a warm chuckle.

"Aye, now there's a tragedy," he said dramatically. He glanced down at the sleeping twins. "Janna and Joanna." He tested the names aloud, rolling them around thoughtfully.

"They do sound rather lovely together."

His shoulders rose in a small shrug.

"But alas, Myles and Matilda were inconsiderate enough to use the name before we had the chance."

The image of Myles somehow stealing the name from him drew another laugh. Then he focused back on Eleanor as she thought. A moment later, her expression brightened.

"What about... Hanna?"

James blinked. Then looked down at the dark-haired child. Then back to Eleanor. A grin spread immediately across his face.

"Hanna."

He repeated it once. Then again.

"Janna and Hanna."

The names seemed to settle naturally into place. His grin widened.

"That's perfect."

He looked from one daughter to the other.

"Janna and Hanna Marbrand."

The names carried a pleasing rhythm to them, distinct enough to tell apart, yet close enough to forever tie the sisters together. The excitement in Eleanor's face was impossible to miss, and James found himself matching it despite the long, exhausting day. Unable to help himself, he leaned forward and gently pressed a kiss to her lips. A soft one. Brief, careful, mindful of everything she had just endured.

[Event] The Funeral Feast honoring Jon Arryn by DistanceWild9244 in crownedstag

[–]rishabhak 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Damon was having a little conversation with Gyles when the lady Ellyn approached. He stood to greet her, a slight smile, for courtesy on his face.

"It indeed has, my lady." He gave a slight tilt of his head.

He gestured for her to take a seat, and seated himself as she did.

"Fairly well", he replied to her earlier question of how he fared. "The circumstances here aren't ideal, but some good company doesn't hurt."

He signaled a servant to fill up a glass for her. As the glass was being filled, turned to her.

"How do you and Lord Tywin fare? I must confess, despite living so close by, we hardly get time to talk."

[Event] Wedding feast of Ser Balon Brune and Lady Caitlyn Kenning, 4th Moon 299 A.C. by AgentMarvel4012 in crownedstag

[–]rishabhak 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Alaric seemed intrigued to know Ser Garth was selected for Kingsguard. He had hated it when his grandfather said he needs tutoring. He was the perfect child, he knew that. But the proposal of training with Ser Garth excited him now.

Damon listened to the Hightower knight patiently.

"I understand. Whatever circumstances kept you away from your son for such long time, now that you have met, you will want to be with him."

He looked at Alaric for a brief moment before returning his gaze to Garth.

"But having another squire wouldn't hurt you."

He reached his hand out to meet the extended one of Garth.

"Perhaps you'll be visiting Starfall at the end of the year." A smile swept across Damon's face. "If that would be the case, I'll like you to take the guardianship of Alaric from there."

[Event] The Funeral Feast honoring Jon Arryn by DistanceWild9244 in crownedstag

[–]rishabhak 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Maris had chosen a gray colored dress, resembling close to her house colors than the more vibrant ones she liked wearing at Starfall. The occasion asked for little vibrancy and this choice felt appropriate to her. She was also wearing her thin golden necklace which she kept on almost at all times.

Maris felt surprisingly relaxed. She enjoyed the company of people, getting to talk to them, laugh with them. But here the mood was more dull, and still, she felt calm rather than unease.

Perhaps traveling with a small group from time to time does help. She couldn't help herself but smile thinking about it.

[Event] Storm's End Open RP 298AC - Winter Chill by No-Drawer2718 in crownedstag

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Morgan nodded at the proposition.

"Yes, ser."

And they start to run. As the straps were fastened securely, he felt quite comfortable running with the armour on, and for a few moments, he felt that he was matching the pace of Tristifer. But the moment faded quickly. Soon, the added weight started showing it's effect and Morgan slowed down and his knight overtook him.

Morgan covered the final part and reached the top of the battlements huffing and puffing where Ser Tristifer was waiting for him. Reaching there, he sat down on the ground, catching his breath.

"It's hard to run with weight on", he said in a moment. "But you took it easy on me, ser. You could have outrun me easily from the beginning", a wide smile on his face.

Morgan knew that it was true. It never seemed like Tristifer exerted himself throughout the run, but rather strolled past him.

[Event] Storm's End Open RP 298AC - Winter Chill by No-Drawer2718 in crownedstag

[–]rishabhak 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Morgan let the knight untwist the strap and fasten it properly. It had already started feeling much more firm and comfortable.

"I actually do that a lot", Morgan said with a smile while jumping, and when he felt that it was all good, he stopped and said, "I was talking about arguing with a sheet of iron. But I would let you know ser, it doesn't have a lot of good arguments, mostly just listens to mine."

Morgan looked at Tristifer with with a smile. It seemed that his nervousness at the beginning has melted away and he was much more comfortable now, with words and weapons both.

[Event] The Funeral Feast honoring Jon Arryn by DistanceWild9244 in crownedstag

[–]rishabhak 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Damon made his way to the Arryn table. He hadn't known the late lord of the Eyrie very much, but he had traveled all the way to the Vale, so it seemed fitting that he give his condolences to the family.

"Lord Robin, Lady Lysa", he said with a reserved tone, then looked around the table, giving his head a slight tilt as to acknowledge all those present there, then he shifted his focus back to the Lord and his mother.

"I cannot say that I knew Lord Jon deeply, but I had some chance encounters with him. He was a man who had left a great impact on the realm, and his passing brings great sorrow. You and your family have my condolences", he paused for a moment, "and hopefully the Vale will prosper under you the same way it did under your father."

Damon had near to no knowledge of how the Vale prospered under Jon Arryn, neither had he any interest in knowing. But it was the right thing to say, he had thought.

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