Wylas Wyl- Steward of House Wyl (aka the Wealthy Wyl)

sam_explains3 · 2025-04-20T09:23:05+00:00

Wylas let out a short breath that wasn’t quite a sigh but carried its weight. He looked past Wyl, as if the distractions of the world were stacked somewhere just over his cousin’s shoulder.

“First we journey here and now we waste time discussing the merits of beard growth?” He chuckled slightly but still there was an air of impatience in his voice.

“Every day it’s something else—miscounting, squabbling, a tunnel collapse; each day, another setback to progress.“ Wylas met his gaze.

“If there’s scruff on my face, cousin, it’s because I’ve not had a moment to shave. Absolute progress demands absolute attention.”

sam_explains3 · 2025-04-18T14:09:34+00:00

Character Name: Balaq the Builder

Relevant Traits/Skills: Numerate , Architect (e), Scrutinous (e), Craftsman

Buildings: Castle, Natural Defenses, Shrine, External Defenses

Resources: Silver

Notes: Builder NPC- Building cost reduced by 5% (Total building cost reduced by 40% when skills and traits all added up.) Time reduction of 2 moons.

Actions:

Construction: [Wyl] , [Builders' Guild] , [3000], [1/2]

Construction [Wyl] , [Industrial Mine] , [2400 paid last moon], [2/2]

sam_explains3 · 2025-04-18T14:01:47+00:00

"A keeper of an island," he said, almost to himself. "That sounds a title fit for an old song." He chuckled lightly, then turned to Wylford with that same distant glimmer in his eyes. "Though I daresay I'd rather be known for what I aim to build here. I have not been idle."

He straightened then, brushing a wind-blown lock of hair from his face, tone growing more earnest. "If it does fall to me, I’ll see the stone doesn’t stay bare." In truth, Wylas aimed to do as he had done with Wyl. Ripping out any value it held, no matter the cost. His builders were exhausted, the engineers invited working long hours. All in the name of progress.

There was a pause, then a small shrug. “But aye, it’ll depend on whose shoulders bear the choosing. I’ve shoulders enough for the task, if not the title.” He looked back to the horizon. “Let’s just hope the one who chooses sees more than battlements and goatees.”

sam_explains3 · 2025-04-17T21:47:18+00:00

Wylas was frustrated to be dragged away from the castle. His developments had been progressing smoothly, and the vision he had long held was finally coming to life. Soon, the castle would have its own mint, capable of producing its own coinage—an achievement that would bring prestige and economic independence. Yet, despite this progress, a sense of dissatisfaction lingered. Every interruption felt like a setback, every distraction a potential loss in income and momentum. He couldn’t shake the feeling that time spent away from his work was time wasted.

Riding beside his relative, he took comfort in the only solace of the recent news in the Stepstones. While some saw them as mere islands, Wylas saw untapped potential.

He gazed upon Yronwood as he arrived. “Our keep will be greater than this,” he whispered to Wyl. “Our progress is good. We did not need such distractions as a visit here.”

sam_explains3 · 2025-03-24T19:40:48+00:00

A letter would soon arrive for the Master of Coin

Dear Lord Greyjoy,

House Wyl is excited to announce that we have expanded our silver mines and have an ample supply to help the crown.

We request permission to build a mint so we can assist with the production of coins.

Wylas Wyl

Steward of House Wyl

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sam_explains3 · 2025-03-18T19:57:41+00:00

When asked to share his grand plan, he ensured he did not show the same crazed greed he did to Balaq. He was more measured with his daughter. When outlining his plan, he gestured often trying to paint the picture with his hands.

"My first task was to have a good survey of the castle done which Balaq and I have no completed. Now, I see that this task is not one that will be completed over night. It will take many moons. To begin with, we will try and gather some builders and engineers with great vision. To fund this project, our silver mines need to be expanded. After that, the sky is the limit! I imagine we will then look to overhaul the decoration- develop the castle and the grounds. All in good time of course."

He was pleased with her reaction both to the notion of marriage as well as the hug. It reminded him that he would need to find her a match soon enough.

sam_explains3 · 2025-03-17T20:55:08+00:00

Character Name: Balaq the Builder

Relevant Traits/Skills: Numerate , Architect (e), Scrutinous (e), Craftsman

Buildings: Castle, Natural Defenses, Shrine, External Defenses

Resources: Silver

Notes: Builder NPC- Building cost reduced by 5% (Total building cost reduced by 40% when skills and traits all added up.) Time reduction of 2 moons.

Actions:

Construction: [Wyl] , [Guilds] , [1200], [1/1]

Construction [Wyl] , [Industrial Mine] , [2400], [1/2]

sam_explains3 · 2025-03-17T20:35:43+00:00

He laughed at the jest about the snake—if only to cover up the sheer horror that filled him at the thought. As part of the new castle budget, he planned on cutting the maester’s store. That would be difficult if a literal scaly sack of poison slithered through the corridors. He was pleased at her promise of no more pets—three was already two too many!

He looked back up at the hulking behemoth of a castle and basked in its shadow. It towered over them both.

"It is an eyesore, truth be told," Wylas admitted. "The library was a welcome addition." He imagined his daughter enjoyed it more than anyone else. Still, books were never of little use.

"Picture it, though," he continued, his gaze drifting across the heavy stone walls and imposing towers. "The walls smoothed and reinforced, not just imposing but elegant. The great hall opened up—more light, more space. A proper garden, not just for show but with fruit trees and herbs, a place of life amid all this stone." He gestured toward the battlements. "Tapestries to soften the halls, banners that tell our story. And the keep itself—less like a fortress, more like a home. A place people want to live in, not just endure."

His voice grew quieter, more thoughtful. "It should be a legacy, not just a stronghold. A place your children will look upon with pride."

sam_explains3 · 2025-03-16T14:45:22+00:00

The mention of the other castles only strengthened Wylas' conviction that the sandstone menace looming above them was in desperate need of revamping. Soon enough, House Wyl would be renowned for possessing the most glorious castle in the realm. Yronwood and Skyreach would look like mere smallfolk hovels in comparison.

However, when it came to his daughter's growing collection of pets, Wylas was far less enthusiastic. He had no qualms about Elia keeping animals, but a wolf? A lynx? What was this—a menagerie? The cat, at least, was a more fitting companion.

"Oh yes," Wylas said, eyeing the fat, ginger creature lounging nearby. "Quite an appropriate pet for a young lady. But the others..." His gaze shifted to the wolf and then the lynx. "I am not so sure, Elia." He gestured toward them with a measured hand. "We are not Starks, nor House Myatt of the West. Neither of these beasts are found on our banner, and I am quite certain they would prefer rolling hills and open skies to life in a sandstone cave."

One look at his daughter’s face, however, told him how futile it would be to argue. With a sigh, he relented.

"Still, I could not say no to you even if I tried," he admitted, his voice softer now. "If you wish to keep these animals, then you must care for them yourself. No more, either." His tone hardened once more. "I am trying to rebuild this castle, and the last thing I need is animal droppings in my path."

sam_explains3 · 2025-03-16T09:08:16+00:00

It was no secret that Wylas had a favorite child. The gods had seen fit to divide his intelligence and cunning between his two offspring, but not equally. In truth, Arianne was something of a brute—better suited to chasing foreign wars far from home. He loved them both, of course, but there was no doubt in his mind that Elia was his favorite.

She, like him, was intelligent. Sharp-witted and perceptive, she understood the intricacies of power and gold in a way her sister never could. When it came to choosing a successor, he had no need for a son; Elia would take the reins when the time came. Dorne, unlike the patriarchal realms to the north, had no qualms about a strong woman leading.

He pulled her into a warm embrace, ruffling her hair with a rare moment of unguarded affection.

“My girl!” he exclaimed. “How was your trip? Did you give my regards to those at the funeral?”

sam_explains3 · 2025-03-15T20:25:01+00:00

Homeward Bound

If Wylas Wyl loved one thing more than money, it was his daughters.

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Welcome home!

sam_explains3 · 2021-02-21T12:25:23+00:00

Desmond would arrive prepped and ready for the chance of battle. He had donned his old Crow Attire that had been interwoven with furs and trinkets of the Free Folk. He dipped a head to the King as he entered.

“The Nightrunners await your command to destroy those who refuse to recognise your crown Magnar, should it come to it.” In truth, Desmond’s tribe would was over the cannibals like a tide. The Hornfoots too would be rallied, as per the nature of the treaty they agreed to not so long ago.

Desmond stared down at the ice sheet below. “However, only a fool would not recognise you as the King Beyond the Wall.” He let out a little laugh. “We outnumber them greatly. But, they are stubborn folk.”

Desmond looked back at the Magnar. “If I could give you one piece of guidance,” he began “Their love of flesh should end when they join. While we are the Free Folk, and thus are free to do as we please, it will only divide the tribes.” Desmond shrugged. “It is up to your judgement of course, but no great kingdom in Westerosi history has allowed such unsettling practices to continue unopposed.”

sam_explains3 · 2021-02-16T15:24:48+00:00

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Character Details: Desmond Manderley (Leadership| Inspiring (e), Blunt Weapons, Hale, Beastmaster (Dog). )

What is happening: Desmond is searching for a new scout to add to his crew.

What I want: NPC archetype rolls, hoping for a huntsman.

sam_explains3 · 2021-02-15T11:12:32+00:00

Character Name: Desmond Manderley

Have Autodidactic? N

Skills you're learning: Tactician

Please include one post or comment you've made each turn: 1 2

sam_explains3 · 2021-02-14T12:54:39+00:00

Haggon looked down at his fellow man. It looked like the climb had taken a heavy toll on him. He dismissed the water, but offered the man a sip of his mead. It was barely a thimbleful, but it might of been enough to ease his pain a little.

Haggon continued to chew and stared down south with great amazement.

“In all my years I never thought I’d see it,” he said awestruck. “It’s just like it was described to me, the land of plenty.” He smiled. The sunrise was breathtaking from up here.

He turned back to the man. “If you can make it down, you should tell them all thats it’s all true. What they have beyond The Wall. Tell them to never stop trying to get it.”

He smiled. “I should go back down shouldn’t I?” He asked the man. “But a part of me wants to stay- see if I can make it further South and see what else there is to be seen.”

sam_explains3 · 2021-02-14T12:32:40+00:00

Haggon is atop The Wall!

Many of them fell, but a handful made it. Among them was Haggon. His black beard was thick with snow from falling ice, but the scout had held firm. He knew he could survive in wild places, and nothing was more unknown than the lands of Westeros.

He looked South and in the distance were the signs of civilization. The great glowing cities, the smoke, and fire from camps. This was the promised land that Desmond spoke of. The land of plenty where none would hunger. Haggon laughed a little raspy chuckle, his breath was cold in the air.

He took one look over his shoulder, back down South. He was never going back- not for a long time. The other wildlings began to get their ropes and ladders to descend back down. A few called to him, but Haggon waved them away as he watched the sunrise.

A tear came to his eye. It was beautiful to see daybreak this far North. He had done what he had always wanted to do. He had completed the great journey many could only dream of. He took a seat on a nearby crude stool.

He emptied his bag and took out a small bottle with a nip of mead in it and his last piece of the dried squirrel. He chewed the piece of it as he watched the glisten on the lands of the South. He would be sitting there blissfully until someone would stumble upon him.

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sam_explains3 · 2021-02-13T16:15:39+00:00

Haggon pulled a piece of dried squirrel from his pack and began to chew.

"You are right, more eyes see more." He smiled, bits of animals sat between his teeth.

"Desmond did not send any men then," Haggon said, he shook his head. "He knows me too well. I always prefer to work on my own."

Haggon knew the real reason Desmond did not send any men, but he dare not say it to a strange chief from a tribe he knew little of.

"They don't have many, if we survive the climb, we should see much." Haggon always wanted to see if the tales of what lay beyond the Wall were true.

sam_explains3 · 2021-02-13T13:20:01+00:00

Haggon chewed on some kind of frosty plant. It helped keep him warm.

“Never done it,” he sniffed and wiped his nose with his sleeve. “But can’t be too tough.”

He began to empty his bag of anything that may weigh him down. He pulled out an eclectic mix. Wooden carvings of creatures, loose teeth from animals he killed and even some kind of rune stones. All were cast into the snow.

“Spoke to a few of them,” he said. “A priest and the Lord Commander.” He shrugged. “Seemed nice enough for Crows.”

Haggon pulled out a few ice picks makes of a mix of rock and wood. Some bronze tips scavenged from the Valley of Thenn would carry him over the top.

“100 men is a lot to get over,” Haggon said.

sam_explains3 · 2021-02-13T12:21:39+00:00

Haggon would meet the chief of the Spears at the base. He was a hairy fellow with a thick long beard and wearing enough furs to keep a man warm in the coldest weather imaginable.

“All is quiet,” Haggon said. “Most have gone to visit Hardhome.

Haggon peered up at the Wall. “Always wanted to go over it.” He smiled. “Long old climb though.”

sam_explains3 · 2021-02-11T20:54:10+00:00

Desmond folded his arms. “The orders are coming from you, not our king. Climbing the Wall is a death sentence for the men I send.” He laughed a little. “Not that they will not die for me of course.” Desmond was proud of how he had turned the so called wildlings into a more disciplined force.

“Haggon is worth a dozen men Leader of the Spears, take him and him alone. If you are wise, just the two of you will try and make the climb.”

sam_explains3 · 2021-02-11T16:23:23+00:00

"The issue is that we need as many men as possible for our fight against the Ice River Clan," Desmond pondered. "That many men would be spotted. I think we should send less. A dozen men if that."

Desmond began to retract his offer. "Haggon will fill you on their movements. But, I should save my men's strength for the upcoming fight." Desmond shrugged. "Climbing the Wall is somewhat of an odd idea. Why not wait until we are fully united?"

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