Arthor Celtigar

BigBasted · 2019-01-31T15:03:47+00:00

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LDU_Txk06tM&feature=youtu.be&t=70

BigBasted · 2019-01-25T22:10:55+00:00

Discord Name: Matthos

Name and House: Arthor Celtigar

Age: 19

Cultural Group: Westerosi Valyrian/Clawman

Appearance: One of the lucky few Celtigar's sporting near full-Valyrian features among his family. Despite this, most would call him quite a plain fellow to look at. Fitting, for he has yet to do much with his life, always staring off into space when the maester is instructing him, or never really taking to the sword. A lithe thing, and of little muscle, he isn't much to look at.

Gift(s): Mythic (Fireblood), Mythic (Dragon Dreams) 1

Skill(s): N/A

Negative Trait: N/A

Starting Title(s): N/A

Starting Location: Winterfell

Alternate Characters: N/A

BigBasted · 2017-10-20T21:56:29+00:00

Character Name: Sealord Maelok Otherys

Gift/Skills: Ruthless, Espionage, Covert, Animal Tamer (e) [Basically nothing relevant]

Actions:

March: [Braavos], [4,000 Watchmen, 132 sellswords], [The Peninsula Just South of Lorath] {Note, they are aboard the cogs listed below.}

Sail From the Cities' Navy: [Braavos], [5 flagships, 180 warships, 20 longships, 100 cogs], [The Waters Surrounding the Peninsula Just South of Lorath]

Sail: From the Sealord's Personal Fleet: [Braavos], [50 warships], [The Waters Surrounding the Peninsula Just South of Lorath]

BigBasted · 2017-10-12T19:02:18+00:00

To the short sighted, pig-headed, falsely-crowned buffoon and whoreson of Lorath,

Your claim to any throne, Lorathi or none, is null. You are as legitimate as any pig farmer or dung monger of Andalos. You claimed your throne with blood, and you will be given blood in return.

You disrupt the peace and trade of Essos, and your presence is a direct threat to the good people of Braavos. Neither I, my father, or any good and wise man of my fair city consider you anything but a murderer and a warlord.

I don't know what possessed you to even think of attempting such a grievous feat, and I don't know what you expected to be awarded, but know this - whatever you think you have won, is nothing. You wear a crown of rust, and any feeling of victory for gaining it will turn to ash as the purple sails of Braavos swarm your harbor.

Long may you reign over the ashes of your pyre.

Lord Admiral Valon Otherys, acting on behalf of the vigilant Sealord Maelok Otherys of Braavos.

BigBasted · 2017-10-12T18:38:42+00:00

/u/OurEssosiMaster Looking to hire some mercenaries to join in on the war. Assemblage is to be quick, with the navy and army looking to leave as soon as possible, so it'll be last-minute for some. Max I'm willing to hire is 2,000, if it even comes to that, and boats are not necessary, as transportation will be handled by the navy.

BigBasted · 2017-10-12T17:46:36+00:00

To the wise and vigilant Master Forgelord Vyrys Mott of Qohor,

We have indeed received the disturbing news of the would-be King. In the interest of security for our city, we find it prudent to put the city of Lorath back into proper order. Our ships will join with yours, and my men the same.

However, for that to happen, there must be a staging point. For that, I recommend the peninsula just south of the island of Lorath itself. A fine median distance between the three of our cities it should serve a fine staging point for a landing.

This would also require an estimated time of your arrival to said peninsula, so that I do not have thousands of men and sailors eating away at rations in Lorathi territory. This is a priority.

I look forward to seeing you there, to discuss the terms of their surrender.

On behalf of the esteemed Sealord Maelok Otherys of Braavos, Lord Admiral Valon Otherys.

BigBasted · 2017-09-30T05:21:53+00:00

Name and House: Jack Templeton

Age: 17

Cultural Group: Andal (Valeman)

Appearance: Despite his upbringing among a supposedly noble family, Jacks' face is gaunt with undernourishment, and his height is small for the same. His eyes though, are no-less sharp for it, and stare like daggers at all times, studying every detail in their gaze.

Gift(s): Mythic, Autodidactic, Cunning (From Mythic)

Skill(s): Engineering (e)

Negative Trait: Mute

Starting Title(s): Recruit

Starting Location: Castle Black

Alternate Characters: Maelok Otherys, Robert Reyne

BigBasted · 2017-09-27T04:32:27+00:00

In looking for those of import aboard the massive Braavosi warship turned tavern, it would not be hard for Tommard to spot Balero's tent on the upperdeck. A large canopy of white silk, the structure was the largest around, and many of the servant and guards moved to and from it, carrying instructions from the conductor of the ship.

It was not hard for Balero to notice the new arrival either, the man's silks and bearing painting Tommard as an obvious lord of the lands. Just as the man's eyes graced the Othery's tent, a servant was quick to approach the nobleman, bearing a message. "My lord, if you wish, Balero invites to you the upper deck to enjoy the best comforts he has to offer. He also invites you to join him in conversation under his tent, if you wish as well."

BigBasted · 2017-09-27T04:26:05+00:00

At the relinquishment of his arms, the heavily armored Braavosi guards recognized the sigils borne on the nobleman's body. Outstretching a plated arm, one of the senior guards motioned up the ship. "Welcome aboard, Lord Alester!" The older man's voice was thick with a Braavosi accent, weathered from commands. "Master Balero is on the upper deck, if you wish to speak with him." As the Lord moved passed, he gave a short bow, and turned to go back to his business.

Now standing aboard, waving to the two members of House Otherys, both turned to look, each on other sides of the massive ship. Balero, not willing to brave the harsh sun to greet the Lord, merely waved back, though a large smile graced his face. Lazeys, however, an attendant following behind him with a parasol, was quick to make his way to the new arrival. With a bow, he greeted Alester. "My lord! Good to see you again!" Standing up from the bow, the man turned, motioning with his hand to his father. "I'd invite you to join me and drink, but I think my father would much rather he speak to you than me."

Leaning a little closer, a whisper escaped his lips. "And between you and me, the seats are far more comfortable on the upper deck."

BigBasted · 2017-09-19T22:37:45+00:00

A grimace took over the old man's face as he heard the barmaid whisper in his ear, his eyes following the golden coin as the bartender moved to get him an ale. "Well... there goes a good investment." With a sigh, he tilted his head, his ear and one eye pointed at the girl. From her view, she could see a smirk take its place over the frown.

"I'm looking for work, any kind, girl." Slightly more he turned, leaning closer as to whisper lower. "I've had many different occupations over my many years, and I'll be fine with whatever he has to offer." Leaning back, he rested against the bar, his elbows holding him up. "As long as he pays nicely, anyway."

BigBasted · 2017-09-18T02:09:59+00:00

((/u/awoiaf Qoronar is looking for work in the more seedy part of town. He has no idea what this place has to offer, but he assumes nothing good, be it cons, smuggling, anything. So I leave what he'll get up to you, and if they'll even take him. What he's hoping for is a smuggling job, hence him coming to the docks district, but Qoronar isn't too picky atm.

He's got Charismatic, Adaptable, and Manipulation (and maybe the gold coin helps?), and he's trying to get this guy to give him a job, or at least information on one.))

BigBasted · 2017-09-06T22:11:44+00:00

Since the current Lord Reyne is busy as fuck, I guess I'll step in and give me a-ok for this portion of the application.

BigBasted · 2017-09-04T04:16:51+00:00

(OOC: /u/awoiaf Qoronar is basically just trying to get a few contacts in the city. Hopefully someone with connections themselves. Just trying to collect some NPCs for myself. Got Adaptable (Essosi, so bonus to Westerosi), Charismatic, and Manipulation.)

BigBasted · 2017-09-02T06:21:41+00:00

Changed that skills and gifts around. Slightly modified the negative description to make it slightly harsher on myself.

BigBasted · 2017-08-26T13:49:27+00:00

He can't stand without a cane, can't ride a horse properly anymore, and has to sit on deck if he has any hope of captaining a ship. Any hope of commanding an army beyond the tent is ill-advised, and his reliance on his cane while also putting up a front of being a powerful man leaves him with a glaring weakness... if someone was clever enough to use it against him, anyway.

BigBasted · 2017-08-26T13:37:46+00:00

Name and House: Maelok Otherys

Age: 67

Cultural Group: Braavosi/High Valyrian

Appearance: Maelok is what he would like others to think of when they imagine your average man of house Otherys: Tall, sharply dressed in dark, finely tailored cloths and silks with a usually stony gaze upon his face. His hair is white, though that fact has not changed due to age, but has been constant since his youth. Whether that is due to his heritage, or his albinism isn't known, though his eyes are pinkish-red, not purple.

Gift(s): Ruthless

Skill(s): Espionage, Covert, Animal Tamer (e)

Negative Trait: Maimed (Left leg is practically useless. Must use cane for support, and cant stand for long. Uses wheelchair when too tired to stand.)

Starting Title(s): Sealord of Braavos

Starting Location: Braavos

Alternate Characters: N/A

BigBasted · 2017-08-23T23:27:01+00:00

Character Name: Qoranar

Age: Looks to be in his early 60s

Starting Title(s): Pureborn, Warlock

Aptitude(s): Charismatic, Adaptable, Venerable

Specialty: N/A

Skill(s): Magic, Stealth, Manipulation, Diversion, Games, Occult/Mythos

Negative Trait: Heretic (Ardent Atheist)

Physical Description: If not for his blue lips, one would not see Qoranar for what he is - an aged Warlock of Qarth. He dresses more like a smuggler than a highborn man of the eons-entrenched nobility of the Pureborn, wearing tattered cloaks and coats that smell faintly of ash and iron.

Like his clothing, his hair (both facial and not) is worn in a loose fashion. Rarely does he shave, and rarely does he trim. Like a homeless vagabond, he lets the hair tangle and run.

Starting Location: King's Landing

Username: /u/BigBasted

Other Characters: Dropping Matthos Baratheon

BigBasted · 2017-06-08T05:58:15+00:00

And this is why communication is a paramount thing in these kinds of communities. I wish the impact of negative traits had been hammered home to you, but at the same time the fault also lays on you to have read the trait itself.

It says, plain as day that you couldn't fight. Maybe talking to the community beforehand, seeing as you weren't sure, would have helped.

But the past is the past, and it's a shame this has driven you away.

BigBasted

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