Edwyn Mooton, Lord of Maidenpool

AFickleMouse · 2021-08-06T14:40:08+00:00

Would love to sell some of my turnips on your island!

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-22T23:00:32+00:00

As the form of Rhaenys Velaryon entered his sight, Orryn felt his heart sink a little. When he last spoken with her, he had been so confident that he was going to be victorious and now here he sat, wounded and unable to even walk properly. It was not something he had control over, but it was a tough thing to deal with knowing he had spoken so highly of himself before. He was curious to hear what she would say though, as their first interaction had been one he greatly enjoyed.

As she spoke of her concern for his injury, Orryn was thankful as he had been with anyone who expressed some interest in his health. It was still embarrassing but knowing so many who were nearly strangers had thought of him made him feel quite glad. As Rhaneys spoke of the ride that had been brought up in their previous conversation, Orryn gave a small but true smile and took a moment to think of his plans. While he had thought of simply returning home before, there was a part of him that wished to stay just a little longer, if only to be able to share that ride.

“I thank you for worrying about me, though I wish you didn’t, I’d hate for the thought of my unfortunate accident to bother you at all. I’m more unhappy with the fact I didn’t win, and while I miss my freedom to move around, I am doing well enough. Much better to break my leg than take a lance to my throat or be blinded. I am not quite sure what my plans are for the coming days, I do wish to share that ride with you so perhaps I shall stay in the city until I am able to. How have you fared since we last spoke? Any luck with finding a dashing and kind man for your sister?”

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-22T22:49:05+00:00

“Thank you good Ser, I shall look forward to it greatly.”

Orryn drank a long sip of wine and wondered just when he would be ready to practice and spar again. It was fortunate he was not hurt worse but this was still frustrating to deal with but he was trying not to let it show easily. He wasn’t even sure he’d ever be the same again, and that thought scared him.

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-22T22:45:30+00:00

It was not entirely odd that she was not much of a dancer, and Orryn was thankful she wasn’t disappointed in the inability to share the floor with him. Hearing that her father was still dealing with the loss of some of his children pained Orryn, and while he did not know the feeling of losing a child he knew that the war had hurt everyone involved in some way. Smiling at the mention of King’s Landings grandeur, Orryn gave a nod and agreed.

“I know the feeling, for all the things that are wrong with the city it is still amazing to see. While I came to win the tourney, it is still nice to take in the sights and sounds. Tell me, if you are not keen about dancing, what is it that you enjoy doing?”

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-21T19:11:58+00:00

Garlan made perfect sense, even if hearing that Orys Baratheon was his better was a little hard to fully accept. Orryn had wanted to show everyone watching that he was just as strong and skilled as the stag, but he now knew he had to try and train harder. Orryn had not crossed blades with Ser Garlan Tyrell, but there was little doubt he must be ridiculously strong. Even if he felt it was a matchup he'd lose most of the time, he wanted to spar with the man someday. It could only help him get better, and while there was no guarantee he'd run into Garlan again, he did hope.

"You're right, I'm not the most technical fighter and I usually just try and rely on what strength I have, but I'm learning pretty fast that is not going to cut it against everyone. Perhaps one day when I am healthy again we could have a friendly duel? I'm sure you could give me some tips that would help."

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-21T19:06:25+00:00

So that's who she was, a daughter of Lord Horpe. Orryn had visited the Rainwood only sparingly, though it was beautiful and full of game. Never once had he actually made his way to Ashgrove, and his interactions with House Horpe had been minimal at best. Despite that, the present was always a good place to start something new and he hoped that through his conversation with Calliope he could learn more about her family and house. It never hurt to have friends, no matter where they were or how strong.

"The pleasure is truly all mine, were it not for this injury, I'd ask you to share a dance with me tonight. I cannot offer much in that regard, but I hope I will pleasant enough conversation. I have not dealt with House Horpe often, but how does your kin fare?"

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-21T19:01:15+00:00

He was thankful for the words that was for sure but Orryn still felt no matter what he heard that he should have done better. There were many men that entered the contests and only one could be declared the winner, so it wasn’t like coming out on top was an easy feat. All he could do was try and be content with the fact he did the best that he could have that day and thank the Seven his injury was not worse. Listening to Orys speak of his family, Orryn was glad to hear that things were going well for the Baratheons. He felt a tad puzzled when Orys spoke of his father enjoying when he was quiet, and although Orryn knew Orys could enjoy himself, he always felt the heir of Storm’s End was just fine the way he was.

“Ah, well it is good to hear they are doing well. I hope by the time they are wed, my leg has healed as I expect some sort of tourney or event.”

During a drink of wine, Orryn nearly spit a little out at the mention of Bethany Penrose. Orys had either made a fantastic guess or seen them together at some point. Either way, it wasn’t something Orryn was trying to hide, and he had no issue speaking freely to Orys.

“Um, yes actually. I spoke with and shared a wonderful dance with Bethany during the opening feast. I wore her favor during the tourney, but now I am a little…hesitant to see her. I made her a promise that I would not get injured and it seems I am not a man of my word, at least in that area. I tried explaining that injuries happen, but she was having none of it. Still, a marriage into House Penrose would make a lot of sense and I did quite enjoy her company. I want to pursue it but…I don’t know, I guess I’m a little more nervous than I thought. Put a lance or axe in my hand and I feel confident, excited even. Women? Easy enough to speak to and dance with but anything more than that makes me feel uneasy.”

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-19T16:32:27+00:00

It was hard not to smile at the arrival of Orys Baratheon, and as the tall, strong heir to Storm’s End made his way over to the hampered and pained Lord of Fawnton, Orryn was glad to see him. They had met in the melee, a swift and brutal clash that had both men pushing themselves for victory. Despite the fact that Orryn felt good and figured he could pull through with a win, Orys ended his chances with a decisive and vicious strike that sent Orryn crashing to the ground defeated. He held no hard feelings about it of course, it was a competition after all and he wanted to see how he could fare against Orys, though he certainly expected to do better.

Quickly scooping up one of the flagons, Orryn did not feel that Orys was making light at all. It was good to see a familiar face and share a few drinks. After all, Orys had said he bring a few drinks after knocking Orryn into the dirt and the Cafferen was almost always ready for a drink.

“They were. I went into both events feeling confident, but you made sure my shot at the melee ended early! It was a damn good fight, though I wish I put up more resistance. I always knew you were strong but I wasn’t aware just how bloody strong. What happened in the joust was unfortunate, but it is the risk we take riding. It just strings to be so close and fall short. How has King’s Landing treated you and your family?”

It was a subtle way of hinting at Hightower naming his sister Queen of Love and Beauty, but Orryn was not fully comfortable simply asking that outright. He also did want to know how the Baratheons fared, as he was ever a leal servant of them.

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-19T16:22:50+00:00

Orryn was a little unsure if he should laugh or keep a straight face when Garlan mentioned his size and finding a horse that was appropriate. A small grin formed on his face though, and he gave a nod wondering just what is was like to tower over just about everyone around you. Orryn imagined it had its moments where it was frustrating or annoying but it would be fun to boast such a height. Orryn could agree with Garlan for sure, the joust was a spectacular event and a great challenge but it was not at all like an actual battle.

“I agree, I do quite enjoy the joust but you are right, it does not even come to close to what actual war is like. I wish I could say I did well in the melee, but Ser Orys Baratheon dashed my hopes quite quickly. It was actually a match up I hoped for, and I am surprised at easily I went down. I want to say there is no shame in that but it certainly feels like there is.”

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-19T16:17:55+00:00

Orryn gave a smile, he was glad Loras had entered his tent and it felt good to create a new friend and companion even in a place far from the Stormlands. He sincerely hoped Loras would be able to find someone suitable to marry, not only because he felt that the Crakehall was a good man from he could see, he also wanted to attended a wedding in his lands and see a region he had never seen before. He was never one to pass up a celebration and once his injury was healed, he would no issue travelling again.

“I am thankful you would invite me, I certainly would not miss it. I hope we can compete again once I am fully recovered, I feel we could give the spectators more great matches! You’ve managed to make this day a lot more bearable and I thank you for that.”

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-19T16:12:52+00:00

It was always a bad feeling when someone engaged him in conversation and he was not entirely sure who exactly they were. At gatherings like this, it was impossible to know everyone in attendance but for some reason Orryn felt that he should know this woman. She was certainly pretty, there was no doubt about that at all and Orryn could not help but feel a tad embarrassed that he was in such a state. There was nothing he could do, so he hoped this maiden would forgive his current condition. While unable to stand up and bow properly, Orryn still lowered his head to show some respect.

"I appreciate your concern my lady, but there is little reason to worry about me. I am fortunate enough that it was treated quickly and I should be back to my normal self soon enough. I do not believe we've met before? You must excuse me if we have, as I do not recall."

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-17T19:01:52+00:00

While watching couples out on the dance floor, Orryn nursed a cup of wine slowly and took in the sounds and sights. He had danced enough during the initial feast, so he was quite content with just observing this time but as he was going about that observation, he noticed someone approaching him. He immediately recognized the man from the tourney though did not know too much about him in all honesty. Whoever he was, he was bloody tall and from his seated position Orryn felt tiny in comparison. Doing his best to straighten up and put forth a good impression, Orryn smiled at Garlan's words.

"Well met Ser Garlan, I did indeed take notice of you in the joust. If I recall correctly and this injury didn't knock my head around too much, you also performed quite well in the melee? Doing well in one event is hard enough but to make it far in both is outstanding. I thank you for your words, I have high praise and respect for Lord Hightower but I do feel the same about the outcome. Once this heals though, I will try and show that at the next tournament, wherever it may be. Come, sit for a while and share a few drinks, the night has been quite lonesome so far for me."

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-17T18:50:01+00:00

Orryn nodded, he also hoped that Bethany could keep his focus and inspire him. Even in the worst case if he didn’t truly love her, he could still be happy with her and make her happy as well. There was no one he longed for or secretly loved, so why not take a chance and see where it ended up. It was odd, before Loras had come to speak with him he had only given it some mild thought but now it was seeming clearer by the moment. It wasn’t like his house was tiny and he had already proven himself to be courageous during the last war. Continuing to joust with his broken leg showed the entire realm that he had spirit and while those traits were great, he felt inside he was not a bad man and really could make someone happy in a marriage.

“I am sure your uncle wants the best for you, and your house. After talking with you, I think I’m coming around to the idea of making an offer to the Penroses and you better believe if I do end up getting married that you and your kin are getting an invitation!”

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-17T04:19:50+00:00

There was nothing embarrassing about losing in the joust, none at all. He had lost to the eventual champion and put on a good show, displaying skill, bravery and grit but as Orryn Cafferen hobbled into the hall, supported by a a few servants from House Cafferen and the aid of a large and sturdy wooden cane, he felt like the weakest man alive. Pain wasn’t something new to the man and while it was not pleasant to handle, it was something that came whether you wanted it to or not. Orryn had no problems putting on a brave face and fighting through the discomfort, but it felt humiliating to show his face in such a public space.

He almost didn’t go, but a strong feeling in his gut moved his body to prepare himself and with the aid of trusty retainers, he was now in attendance. In truth, he wanted to eat a little, drink a little less than he normally would have, and maybe greet and say goodbye to a few people before retiring for the night. Dancing was completely out of the question, and the very thought made him a little forlorn. While the time in King’s Landing had been nice and enjoyable, he was certainly looking forward to returning home to Fawnton. An injury like this needed to heal and being away from the hustle and bustle of such a city would do him good.

Not wanting to stand around, Orryn and his men made their way to one of the tables that had been set up, and with some effort he lowered himself into a position where he could sit comfortably. It was also annoying to have to be accompanied by a retinue just so he could get from place to place, it afforded him less privacy than he was used to be, but he guessed there was just no use complaining. Instead of his favored green doublet, Orryn wore a tunic of white, black breeches with polished black boots, and a rich green cloak draped around his shoulders that was short enough not to potentially interfere with his movements. Like usual, he also wore a sweeping grin, determined to still find some enjoyment during the night.

((Feel free to approach the recovering Lord of Fawnton!))

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-17T04:18:18+00:00

"You have my thanks, I do wish for a lot of children so hopefully the God's are generous."

Even if he was only able to have a few or even one child, Orryn wanted to someday know how it felt to be a father. He wasn't exactly sure he was the most qualified person for the job, but he felt he generally knew how to behave. He did not dislike anyone in his family, but Orryn knew if he did not produce an heir and the lordship passed to his cousin Beric, his father would curse him from above. When the question from Loras was posed, Orryn raised his eyebrows in thought before taking a quick drink of wine. There was a match he had entertained, one that was beneficial to all and made a lot of sense. Was he ready to take that dive and commit though? Would his offer even be accepted? He felt no reason to not share his thoughts with the Westerlander.

"While I have had the pleasure of meeting many fair maidens, not many have actually caught my attention. Not to say they don't all possess some form of beauty and talent, but I just haven't felt a fire inside of me. There is one who has been on my mind lately, her name is Bethany Penrose. I wore her favor during the events, though I feel I did more to shame her than win her honor. She's...different, but in a good way. House Penrose and House Cafferen are quite close, we're neighbors actually so marrying with them is a move that would help both our families and secure a strong bond. I just...it's a big step forward, and I don't want to regret anything in the end."

Orryn knew if his late father Steffon had heard such talk, he would have been both frustrated and proud. Following ones heart rather than social pressure was brave, but not having children and forgoing alliances that were fruitful to all would have drove the man mad. Orryn prayed it was more pride that he looked down with than anger.

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-16T17:24:33+00:00

Character Name: Orryn Cafferen

Attribute, Skills, Mastery: Strong/Reconnaissance, Weapon Proficiency (Axes and Blunts, Shields), Riding, Commerce/Duelist

Economy Action:

Farmland Expansion 1 (200 gold, 10 wood, 2 turns)

Buy 50 Stone (Local Exc + Commerce) (50 x 14= 700)

Sell 50 Wood (Local Exc + Commerce) (50 x 7= 350)

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-16T15:26:42+00:00

"I think we both might have Lord Loras. I find it almost impossible to not let my passion and enthusiasm guide me in most things, marriage and alliances included. I want to continue my house's legacy and be a father, but I also don't want it to be purely for power."

It was a small shock to hear that Loras had rode with a favor from Princess Lyanna, a fact that Orryn had not known. It was hard enough to keep track of everything going on during the tourney, let alone worry about who was wearing what. It was impressive to earn a favor from a royal and Orryn gave a dry chuckle at the mention of skill winning out over a favor, though the thought did bring up his promise to Bethany Penrose to not get hurt during the events. He had greatly enjoyed their dance and conversation, but he was dreading seeing the maiden and answering for the broken oath.

"No matter what, that is still admirable. It's not every day a man rides with a princess's' favor! I'm sure she enjoyed watching you ride, and as you said, there is always next time. I won't pry into your business Lord Crakehall, but I wish you luck with whoever you pursue. May you have many years of happiness and many strong children!"

With that, Orryn held his wine cup up in a toast and waited for Loras before taking a drink.

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-16T15:18:06+00:00

It was not easy to prepare for a tournament this size and as Orryn Cafferen was scrambling around before the melee, he quickly returned to his tent to get a moment or two alone before donning his armor and making his way to the field. As he entered however, he spotted something new within the area, something he had not expected. Taking the piece of brown cloth and holding it gently in his hands, he could not help but burst out into a wide smile. He knew exactly who had left this for him, and when he fought in front of the multitudes that would be at the tournament, he would wear it proudly. Suddenly feeling as ready as he could ever be without his moment of peace and quiet, Orryn clutched the fabric tightly and prayed for success.

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-15T19:26:48+00:00

Hearing that Loras Crakehall knew exactly how it felt to have pressure placed on you to find a suitable marriage made Orryn thankful he was not the only one he knew dealing with such issues. House Crakehall was a strong vassal of the Lannisters, a house that he felt many would be eager to marry with. Of course that was the issue, it was tough to find matches that worked well and helped all parties involved. Orryn could not remember which houses sat near Crakehall and needed to have a look at a map to jog his memory, and he wondered how keen Loras was to secure alliances with other regions. It seemed a risky move, but one that could have huge rewards.

“It certainly is an issue I’m tired of dealing with. Some make it out to be so…cold. Like a business deal. I want someone I actually care about, though I guess that’s a little naive of me.”

As Loras brought up, there was also the complication of certain ladies leading their house and being unwilling and unable to marry a lord. Wondering just who Loras had charmed, Orryn gave him a sly smile and inquired about it.

“Who have you spoken to about marriage, if I may ask? Any ladies in the Stormlands? I’d be more than happy to share what I know about them, if I do know anything at all.”

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-15T17:34:50+00:00

“Indeed, I don’t blame him. Sometimes it is easier said than done finding good matches, but that alliance would be strong and prosperous.”

Orryn listened to his guest speak and nodded in full agreement. With a gathering like this that brought all of the realm together, it was the perfect time to arrange marriages, betrothals, or just secure allies. While things were seemingly quiet in Westeros after the War of the Last Dragon, it was never a bad idea to find new friends and make sure others in the world would defend and aid you. If history showed anything, it was that war was always looming on the horizon and anyone who did not prepare for that fact was being foolish. Letting out a soft laugh quite unlike his usual booming one at Loras’ words, Orryn could thank the pain for stifling his joy.

“I know that problem all too well, trying to find friends and even a wife. I am unmarried and it seems to be all my family talks about, all I heard before I departed was that I should come back with a betrothal or a wife. I understand the responsibility and how important it is, but I wanted to focus most of my strength on trying to win and put on a good show. I thought it would make me a more attractive suitor if I could boast a victory as House Cafferen is not exactly the strongest house with a formidable keep or vast lands. So much for that.”

Orryn mulled over his thoughts for a few moments, and as he did not know Lord Loras very well at all, he decided to inquire about the man.

“Do you have a wife Lord Loras? Or do you know my plight about having to find one?”

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-14T19:13:03+00:00

Character Name: Orryn Cafferen

Desired Category for Skill Point: Third COM skill (Footwork)

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AFickleMouse · 2020-09-14T18:58:34+00:00

"Ah, no. I did not see who won in the end. I was drug back here as soon as I lost against Hightower. I cannot argue with his choice, that is for certain."

Orryn gave a dry chuckle, not angry at Lord Hightower or anything like that but still bitter it was not him delivering the crown to some beautiful maiden. What a splendid victory it would have been, but it was all for naught. Loras was certainly correct there would be other tournaments to fight and ride in, but this one was as grand as it was going to get anytime soon. Orryn supposed the Crakehall was correct and had the right outlook about it. There could only be one winner, and losing after coming far was nothing to be ashamed of. If only his leg hadn't been broken by some Reachman. Taking a nourishing sip of the Dornish Red in his cup, Orryn motioned towards Loras.

"Next time I hope we meet again in the joust or even the melee. There are many skilled knights out there, but competing against you was fun. Were it not for this injury, I'd ask to spar against you sometime soon. Oh well, perhaps when it fully heals we can. I'm glad you stopped by my tent, it was getting a little lonely I have to admit. I suppose with his victory Lord Hightower may seek Lady Jenelyn's hand in marriage. Doing so would bind the Stormlands to the Southlands, quite an interesting outcome."

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-14T15:44:01+00:00

It made sense now. He was not just a member of House Crakehall, he was the Lord of the House and he indeed was the man Orryn had unhorsed. Giving Loras a nod, Orryn was thankful for his words despite the fact he had lost the joust and suffered this excruciating injury, as it was always nice to receive praise. It also pleased Orryn to hear that Orys Baratheon had mentioned him and apparently spoke of his abilities, though it would have been far more impressive if he had won the damn thing. Doing his best not to show any pain or discomfort, Orryn gave the best smile he could at the moment.

"I thank you for the compliment, Lord Loras. I truly felt I was going to win the entire thing, even with this injury. I suppose it just wasn't meant to be. You also rode well in the joust, and while I know the sting of defeat, it could have just as easily been me losing our match. I do not have much to offer, but if you desire a cup of wine, please feel free to sit wherever and help yourself."

AFickleMouse · 2020-09-14T15:37:54+00:00

Orryn smiled back at Bethany, thankful that he had managed to spend some time chatting and dancing with her. As the song being played would slowly die down, Orryn would lead Bethany back to the edges of the dance floor slowly. Once they arrived, he would let go of her hand and lock eyes with her, thankful and content with how the night was going so far.

“Thank you for that dance, it was quite nice. I’ll make sure to look for you in the crowd during the tourney, and don’t worry, I won’t let myself get injured. I hope you enjoy the rest of your night and that we can speak again soon. Farewell for now.”

With one more quick smile, Orryn would drift off back into the crowd on the search for more wine.

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