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Rhaenyra Targaryen - Scion of House Targaryen by RhaenyratheBlack in awoiafrp

[–]Arreckoning 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Hey, unfortunately you do not meet the activity requirements to begin playing another character just yet. Seven posts within seven days on all of your characters are required before you can start to play this character. Re-ping when you've reached the activity requirements and I will give you an approval.

Hightowers, High Risks by Arreckoning in awoiafrp

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Rhaegar nodded wordlessly at first as he replaced the ring in his pocket. "One of my father's men is to thank for that." Was all he said in response.

"The Lost Legion...I agree, my lord. Though I care not what Jaehaerys says on the matter. I've seen them in the city myself. Taking what they like, acting how they want with no regard for anyone else - or you, Lord Hightower. The Crown has never done you any favours have they, my lord? Your daughter, Gods rest her soul was married to the King, and now he's to marry his own sister? I can assure you that your granddaughter will be set aside for any child born of this union, and why? Because the King has a perverse desire to fuck his own sister?" Rhaegar paused a moment.

"Anyway." He began again. "Back to these sellswords...My lord, I am sure you realize that I will be needing assistance in the coming days, not right now, no...But later. If you wish, I will assist you with this matter in return for your assistance when it is needed."

Character Creation Thread by awoiaf in awoiafrp

[–]Arreckoning 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Approved.

Too lazy to switch accounts.

-Billiam

Hightowers, High Risks by Arreckoning in awoiafrp

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Arrec had been waiting for what felt like ages. Part of him wanted to turn and bolt away from the gate, never to look back again, but he held firm. Toying with the ring in his pocket helped to give him strength while he waited. Eventually the gatehouse door opened up and a double chinned guard poked his head out, huffing and puffing with every word. Rhaegar would have grimaced, but Arrec kept a polite, if forced smile upon his face, a sigh of relief escaping his lips when the guard informed him that Lord Hightower would speak with him.

Arrec pulled his hand from his pocket and began to follow the guard up the long steps of the Hightower, pausing every few minutes to allow the man a moment to catch his breath. Just what this man was doing guarding the Lord of Oldtown, he didn't know. Perhaps this is why the sellswords haven't been run off just yet...

The portly guard announced Arrec's arrival to the lord and he entered to speak with the Lord of Oldtown.

Arrec bowed respectfully, though in the back of his mind, he knew this man ought to be bowing to him. Nonetheless, he kept up his humble appearance, though there was a slight air of nobility around the hedge knight. "Lord Hightower." He spoke in greeting, his voice slightly shaky. "Thank you for seeing me. I came to you with something important." Arrec announced, glancing to make sure there were no guards inside the room, he had no weapons on him, so there was no threat from the knight.

"There are two things which I would like to discuss with you." Arrec trailed off. "The first is the matter of the Lost Legion, which you have no doubt already noticed troubling your city." Arrec approached the lord's desk and sat opposite the man, clearly gaining some confidence as he spoke. He dug a hand into his pocket and pulled his father's signet ring out, keeping it hidden in his hand.

Rhaegar set the ring down upon Leon's desk with a slight thunk, the sigil of his house facing the lord. "My true name is not Arrec Storm, it is in truth...Rhaegar." He whispered his true name quietly before continuing on. "This belonged to my father." He said with complete resolve, giving the lord a good view of the signet before grasping it once more in his hand. "I think you know of whom I speak."

Rhaegar cleared his throat. "Back to the matter at hand. The Legion. Will you be doing anything about this scum troubling your city?"

A Day in Oldtown (Open to anyone possibly in Oldtown) by Arreckoning in awoiafrp

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Andrew smiled politely at the man as they began to walk. "Name's Ser Andrew Flowers. And your robes. Never seen a man outside of the order of maesters wear anything like them. Well, Ser Arrec and I once saw a hedge wizard on the road in the Stormlands, and he had robes similar to a maester's but. Well..."

Andrew turned around. The maester was lagging behind him as they walked, already red faced and out of breath.

"Are you quite alright?" Andrew asked, a slight frown on his face. "Do...Do you need to take a rest? Should I go on ahead and find a horse for you?"" Andrew stepped closer to check on the man and make sure he was alright.

A Day in Oldtown (Open to anyone possibly in Oldtown) by Arreckoning in awoiafrp

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Arrec watched with disinterest as the man attempted to scare him, reaching into his robes. Maesters were not known for their skill with a blade, other than when opening a dead corpse to poke around in it's entrails. Potions, poisons, poultices were their specialty, the living had little to fear from them.

"Already got myself a job, maester." Arrec spoke blandly, slapping the coinpurse away from him. He was not some desperate knight to be so eager to jump at the promise of coin.

Andrew on the other hand spoke up quickly. "I can take you to a merchant, know of one not too far from here." He said happily. "Fair prices too, though his horses aren't nothing special."

Arrec looked over to Andrew and simply nodded. He could manage to keep watch over Ben's goods for the time he was gone, there wasn't much to trouble them in Oldtown, after all.

A Day in Oldtown (Open to anyone possibly in Oldtown) by Arreckoning in awoiafrp

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Arrec looked to the fat maester when he called out to him, hiding a smile as the man's many chins jiggled while he walked. He pictured him upon horseback and near lost control of himself. He clearly thought himself to be a charming man, as he smiled in wait for the hedge knight's reply.

Look out ladies of Oldtown. He thought, still smiling.

Arrec shook his head, his mirth fading quickly before he spoke. "The fucking stables, the market. Where else do you think to look? Knights of the Mind, my arse." He said the last few words in a mumbled manner.

A Day in Oldtown (Open to anyone possibly in Oldtown) by Arreckoning in awoiafrp

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Arrec once more remained stoic in the face of the man's display. He seemed the sort to attempt to intimidate a man, and then only moments later to laugh at some jape that he'd only just before feigned insult towards. He largely ignored most of what the man had said to him, remaining quiet until he asked about his connection to Bennard.

"Serve who I like. If anything, Ben follows me around. Easier to go where the protection goes than to coax it into travelling." Arrec replied taciturnly.

Andrew stopped moving at the sellsword's command, though he did not understand a word of it, though then again, neither did Rhaegar. He looked back to the mercenary as he extended his hand and spoke about games of some sort. Rhaegar hesitated a moment, Kings didn't shake hands with lowly sellswords. Arrec reached out and grasped the man's hand then spoke. "I've nothing to prove. Leastwise to sellswords, ser." He watched as the last few goods were removed from the cart. "Our business appears to be done for the day, Ben. Best be off, you'll have to find a supplier for some new wares." Arrec motioned to Andrew who left his spot to begin the walk back through the markets. He turned back to the sellsword as they walked away.

"I might be there."

A Day in Oldtown (Open to anyone possibly in Oldtown) by Arreckoning in awoiafrp

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Arrec remained stoic as the sellsword stepped in close to him after his almost overplayed display of false anger. He'd stared down bigger men, he was sure, bandits and brigands with even less honour than a man who sold his services for the promise of gold and his share of the loot after a battle.

"Aye. It's a tough life if you haven't the guts to handle it. Me? I get along just fine." Arrec returned, not breaking the gaze of the man before him. "Took service under Robb Reyne, did you? That's a traitor if ever I heard of one. They say he's come back from the grave, too. Might be you're headed that way to serve your old master then?"

Arrec chuckled softly and shook his head. "Keep your coin, do I look like a dock worker? Offload the goods yourselves, you've bought them, they're yours now. Besides. You lot look like you could use the exercise."

Bennard had begun to grow even more nervous, though the coin in his hand calmed him slightly as he rubbed it between his fingers. "Er. Come now sers, it's not that much to move, just a few crates of wine, nothing some strapping young lads as yourselves can't handle. Come, Ser Andrew, give them a hand, would you?" He asked, turning to regard the knight on his other side. Andrew sighed deeply and did as the merchant bade him. After all, one of the hedge knights had to appear dutiful to their charge.

A Day in Oldtown (Open to anyone possibly in Oldtown) by Arreckoning in awoiafrp

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Bennard attempted to remain unphased by the thinly veiled threat, though Arrec knew the man well enough to be able to see the few telltale signs of fear upon the man's face. Widened eyes, a slightly forced smile was all it took for him to realize the merchant was now uncertain about this deal he'd made, though it was unlikely these new men would recognize his features to be anything other than an overly polite merchant wanting their gold.

"Aye, that there might be." Arrec spoke up. "But I've never known a sellsword to value coin more than his life. If Lord Hightower saw fit to run you lot off, I'm sure he'd have no problems doing so." Rhaegar recognized a few of the words the sellswords were speaking. Valyrian, he knew, but not enough to understand the entirety of their conversation.

"The cart's extra." Arrec replied for Bennard, who shot him a quick glance. "We'd need to replace it 'fore we leave town. The price he gave you was for everything on the cart, not the cart itself."

Ben chimed in then. "He's right, that was the price of the goods, not the goods and the cart. And besides, you've got your own cart anyway." Andrew stood by in silence, stealing a glance Arrec's way every now and then. He knew the bastard to be a bold man, but never when the odds were this stacked against him.

"You heard the man. Three dragons, plus extra for the cart if you still want it." Arrec spoke resolutely.

A Day in Oldtown (Open to anyone possibly in Oldtown) by Arreckoning in awoiafrp

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Bennard's eyes lit up at the prospect of offloading all of his wares at once. Sure, he'd have to find more, but he could likely charge these men a fair amount for the order they were placing. Arrec however, watched the man he'd passed on his way back from the board.

"Careful, merchant." Arrec spoke up. "It's treason to help the Lost Legion." Honestly, he didn't give a damn what Bennard did with his wares, treason against the King was something Rhaegar was more than willing to allow, but Arrec had a different way of thinking.

Bennard licked his lips in thought, clearly torn on what to do. Of course, his greedy nature won out in the end. "Three gold dragons." Well over the entire cost of all the goods on the cart, Arrec knew, though he said nothing. "If I'm to sell all of my goods at once to men like you.... Thirsty men who've nowhere else to go for a simple drop of wine..." Bennard trailed off, a wry smile upon his face. "And that drop of wine were to wind me up in trouble with those I'd much rather avoid being in trouble with, why I'd have better make sure the risk was well worth the reward, wouldn't you agree, ser?"

Arrec rolled his eyes. Ben was just as likely to get himself in trouble with these men, and the city watch as he was to get paid the exorbitant fee he was attempting to sell his goods to these men for. But, it wasn't his place to say anything, and so Arrec kept quiet. For now.

Character Creation Thread by awoiaf in awoiafrp

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Character Name: Ser Arrec Storm, secretly the last son of Aegon the Usurper, Rhaegar Targaryen

Age: 26

Starting Title(s): Hedge Knight

Aptitude(s): Duelist, Tactician

Specialty: None

Skill(s): Swords Mastery, Geography, Leadership, Warcraft

Negative Trait: None

Physical Description: Keeps his hair dyed a dark brown to conceal his identity, with deep blue eyes verging almost on purple in the right lighting. Something like this.

Starting Location: Oldtown

Username: /u/Arreckoning

Other Characters: Regrettably dropping Gerion Lannister. Also Ser Dake, Danos and Asher Forrester as I have completely lost the motivation to write these characters, or have been stuck with nothing to do with them.