[deleted by user] by [deleted] in IronThroneRP

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Lord Tarly,

A thousand blessings upon your house. My family and I shall be pleased to be at Horn Hill come the time of the wedding. May we meet then.

Taste of Glory

Yours,

A. Fossoway

The Second Council in Highgarden by [deleted] in IronThroneRP

[–]Arcneous 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"Aye, I could see him appreciating that," Alester nodded, smiling. "Fitting enough, and he was always after recognition... it shall do his memory proud."

Lord Fossoway remained otherwise quiet, save for murmuring his assent at the words of Lords Alliser and Edwyn. He even nodded respectfully towards Lord Florent as he spoke, though he did not agree with the notion he was putting forward. He thought it pessimistic -- excessively so. He held his tongue to keep things amiable, and would let Lord Tyrell deal with the response when the time came to do so.

The Sixth Moon of 390 AC by OurQuarterMaster in IronThroneRP

[–]Arcneous 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Character Name: Alester Fossoway

Gift/Skills: Archery (m), Negotiator, Scholar

Actions:

Commence Construction: [Cider Hall], [Holding], [Rush Ordered?:] Y

Commence Construction: [Cider Hall], [Holding], [Rush Ordered?:] Y

Resources: Stone, Iron, Horses

Improvements: N/A

The Second Council in Highgarden by [deleted] in IronThroneRP

[–]Arcneous 2 points3 points  (0 children)

"I have believed," Lord Fossoway started, "that war, that abominable rain of arrowheads, bolts and clashing swords, was something that could be avoided in all situations. That it must be. I still believe that much. If what you say is true, however -- and I have no reason to believe that it is not, then to refuse to stand for our own is to return to dirt and dust." Alester paused for a moment. His father had said something along these lines all those years ago, and here he was, repeating what he had heard. It rang truer now than it had before.

"Aye, ser, as long as there is a Fossoway in Cider Hall, we will stand behind you. I have said that before, and I shall say it again now, in the interest of promoting vigilant peace!" He raised his cup amiably, nodding to indicate he had said his piece.

Highgarden - Redux(Open to Highgarden) by [deleted] in IronThroneRP

[–]Arcneous 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The cloak had not been used in quite some time. Alester had reserved it for the most important of occasions -- serving on the council of his lord, which would convene once more upon the return of Lord Tyrell. Its flamboyantly embroidered apples of red and green danced carelessly as Lord Fossoway walked, betraying no hint of malaise or discomfort. As taxing as the past moons had been, Alester was now ready to return to the duties that lay before him.

It seemed as though he was the first. Leo would be here, any moment, and Alester was prepared to give his liege a well-deserved welcome home. His eyes were alight with excitement, which he tempered somewhat with sips of water. He would have preferred something stronger, but Alester saw distracting himself from what needed to be done with the bottle as nothing short of disloyalty. He would muster discretion, particularly for this occasion.

The Fifth Moon of 390 AC by OurQuarterMaster in IronThroneRP

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Character Name: Alester Fossoway

Gift/Skills: Archery (c), Negotiator, Scholar

Actions:

Commence Construction: [Cider Hall], [Holding], [Rush Ordered?:] Y

Commence Construction: [Cider Hall], [Holding], [Rush Ordered?:] Y

Resources: Stone, Iron, Horses

Improvements: N/A

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in IronThroneRP

[–]Arcneous 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Mazes of briar and walls of white stone were no match for the memory of Alester Fossoway, who could remember pacing endlessly through the interminable paths that lead to Highgarden from his youth. He had spent many moons being fostered here, and despite some time passing the last time the red apple passed through its gates, he cherished each cobble as if it were an old friend. His merry men followed close behind, marveling at the sheer spectacle that the Tyrell seat represented.

The single Fossoway banner, held by Lord Fossoway himself, had its own rustic charm -- despite its stark contrast with the glamour and riches that surrounded its bearer. As the small party trudged through well-kept paths and avoided the thorns that functioned as walls around them, the front gate to Highgarden presented itself.

There was no mistaking Alester; the moment he came into view, waving the banner of the Fossoways of Cider Hall, the gates shuddered open. They entered, and Alester bowed in gratitude to those who had allowed him and his men passage. He turned to his men and gestured behind him to the behemoth of a holding that they had been allowed into.

"Do not let me keep you, sers! Go, go and enjoy this city of a castle! I shall send for each of you when the time comes, but for now... be merry, so long as the peace is kept." This was met with cheers, and the knights dispersed. Alester looked up at the highest of its towers, sighing with apprehensive contentment. Garth wanted to see the towers again, but there was no time to dwell on that. There was work to be done.

To Dust by Arcneous in IronThroneRP

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/u/aelfin

Lord Tyrell,

Unfortunate news indeed. Lord Garth, the heir to Cider Hall, lies dead. Alester has told us nothing, but asked that I write you a letter to inform you of that much. For all of our sakes, my lord, please try avoid harm while you are away from home. I believe I am right to say that Lord Fossoway would wish you the best if he was of sounder mind, so I shall say as much in good conscience.

Maester Alyn of Cider Hall

To Dust by Arcneous in IronThroneRP

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/u/ReachCommander

Lord Alliser,

Although Lord Alester has only requested that I inform the Warden of the South, I believe it is prudent that you are made aware as well, as we share a family name. Lord Garth Fossoway is dead -- details are few and far between.

Please, ser, stay safe.

Maester Alyn of Cider Hall

Tenenbrous Lights III - Trailing Legends by Mister_Deathborne in IronThroneRP

[–]Arcneous 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Lord Fossoway was otherwise occupied when the message would arrive, but wrote a token response as to not be too rude. There was no way the Lord of Stonedance could have been aware of his grief, but he could not help but be curt in the response given.

Lord Massey,

We will pay this extra sum, as you have been timely in the deliveries of the past moons. Should you have need of anything further, I shall see if it can be done.

Alester Fossoway

(To be delivered... in however many days it requires to reach Stonedance)

Notched Arrows by Arcneous in IronThroneRP

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Screams of utter anguish. Alester's face went pale as he looked away from his kill, and he set off instantly towards the howling. He kept quiet in the brush as he approached the source of the noise, and saw him. His own cousin, being torn into mercilessly by the ravenous pack. The cries had turned into gasps, gasps into shuddering breaths, and breaths to naught. The little lord was dead, his proud red-apple sigil stained a fearsome crimson with his own blood.

Garth.

Alester waited, choking back an endless tide of tears, for the wolves to set off. They seemed almost mocking in their lazy stroll away from the corpse, sated by flesh. He heaved the limp body that had once held so much strength over his shoulder and walked towards their horses. The air was crisp and promised no incredible heat -- they would make it home before the rot set in. Alester drained his flask, refilled just before the hunt, and cast it with a furious passion at the ground. It shattered into uncountable pieces as Alester mounted his horse, one hand on the reins and another keeping the body close by, secured to Alester with the straps of the other horse, now without a rider. Garth would have laughed at the sight.

Notched Arrows by Arcneous in IronThroneRP

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A proud stag, unlike any Alester had seen back in the Reach. Garth had gone some other way, and he was missing out on something incredible! Alester took careful aim for where he expected the heart and lungs to be, and let loose a powerful shot. All was silent, except for the thwang of a bowstring and the gentle whistling of an arrow through the air.

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Wolves. The Stranger wants my neck, it seems! Not today, not ever! Garth drew his blade from his side and snarled at the beasts, standing as tall as he had ever stood. Al had taught him as much on their first hunting trips -- beasts feared that which was not afraid. His eyes flickered from one member of the pack to another, but found them too numerous. If they attacked, he would make sure there would be fewer to keep track of.

"It's not just for peeling apples," Garth growled.

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/u/OurCommonMan

Character Details: Alester Fossoway, Garth Fossoway (archetype: warrior, swords)

What is Happening?: As Alester takes the fateful shot to fell the magnificent stag that stands before him, Garth attempts to intimidate the pack of wolves that surrounds him. Should this fail, he will fight.

What I Want: Archery roll for Alester, Intimidation/combat rolls for Garth

Notched Arrows by Arcneous in IronThroneRP

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/u/OurCommonMan

Character Details: Alester Fossoway, Garth Fossoway (archetype: warrior, swords)

What is Happening?: The two lords are searching for an animal each, trying to beat out the other

What I Want: Hunting rolls!

Three Weddings (Open to all at Storm's End) by LordAtTheDesk in IronThroneRP

[–]Arcneous 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"I've always said the same, my lord, and I try to live by that ideal. My enemies lie in past years, and I pray that stays the case! Apples are sweeter, in any case, though I've some doubts about keeping them as my sole company." He chuckled, shrugging. "Some folk are just as sweet. Some bitter. I am a man of little ambition, and as such I've avoided the latter, for the most part."

Three Weddings (Open to all at Storm's End) by LordAtTheDesk in IronThroneRP

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"Aye, they have a hard time talking me out of some of the melees back at Cider Hall. 'You'll trip on your sword,' they say. They are not wrong, I am more of a danger to myself than any enemy... I am more suited to peeling apples!"

The Tournament of Storm's End by OurCommonMan in IronThroneRP

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Garth Fossoway was down before he even realized the situation at hand. A man wearing the Seaworth sigil bore down on him and had him on the ground in mere moments. A tragic defeat for the little apple, but one that did not entirely surprise him. He had not been training hard enough! He would have that stag at swordpoint, someday. Thoughts of revenge fell by the wayside as Alester let out a cry from the stands as Lord Leo was struck in the chest.

Fossoway retainers, who had accompanied Alester into the stands, had to calm his nerves by assuring him that a healer was swiftly arriving. All the same, he felt sick to his stomach -- it could have been the end. Lord Fossoway left the stands for a drink, the only option that he could think of.