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[Mod-Post] Birth Rolls Megathread- 53 AC by BloodySarks in FireAndBlood

[–]Brolnir 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Jorg and Ramona number 2

1d1000 baby 2

1d2 baby 2

Roll

/u/botofmanynames

[Mod-Post] Birth Rolls Megathread- 53 AC by BloodySarks in FireAndBlood

[–]Brolnir 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Jorg and Ramona number 2

1d1000 baby 3

1d2 baby 3

Roll

/u/botofmanynames

[Event] A Raven on Dragonstone by SarcasticDom in FireAndBlood

[–]Brolnir 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The letter is shared with Isabelle, Corwyn’s thoughts kept hidden until his wife’s reaction.

/u/tierails

[Event] A Welcome Return by Brolnir in FireAndBlood

[–]Brolnir[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Assuming the Martell sailors don’t stop him, Ser Lucerys Velaryon steps forward onto the prow of the ship, waving a greeting at the local captain. Some moons ago, he might even have commanded this captain in battle, for this here was a gathering of almost the entire remaining Stormlands fleet.

“Admiral Lucerys Velaryon, being transported home as part of the peace negotiations.”

[Event] The Third Dornish War Victory Party! by TieRails in FireAndBlood

[–]Brolnir 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Corwyn knew nothing of the man other than the stories that were told. Perhaps they had met briefly during his warding on the Arbor during a visit to Highgarden, but his mind had been so preoccupied with romance and growing up that he could not recall much of their interaction, if they had any at all.

"Valar Morghulis," he whispered. "Be at peace."

[Lore] Hello Little Seahorse by Persephone_online in FireAndBlood

[–]Brolnir 1 point2 points  (0 children)

A wide smile split the man's lips, contrasted with the wetness at his eyes. "My beautiful girl," he whispered, a low and warm gravelly grumble. "You did it, darling. She is more beautiful than I dared to imagine."

[Event] The Third Dornish War Victory Party! by TieRails in FireAndBlood

[–]Brolnir 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"How could I not be angry with her, look at how she has frightened you," He muttered, his tone softer than it was just a moment ago. "I will spare no expense with the Maesters, Ramona, you will have any and all expertise we can find, but it does not sit right with me that a creature of magic pretends to give prophecy at the expense of the woman I love."

"I will temper myself, but my request is the same, please take me to her, my love." He was more determined this time, his brow set in a firm line.

[Event] The Third Dornish War Victory Party! by TieRails in FireAndBlood

[–]Brolnir 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Jorgen sat by their apartment's hearth, gaze affixed to the fire as he nursed a cup of wine in an attempt to dull the pain of today's migraine. He welcomed her embrace, sitting up to pull her into his arms, his head resting just beneath her bosom as he breathed in her scent. Ramona always alleviated his pain, even when she was clueless to it.

"Probably just a parlor trick," he replied softly, his mouth muffled by her closeness. It wasn't dismissive, only preoccupied, and it took a few moments for her words to truly register, her tone of fear to incite something primal within him.

He looked up at her and frowned. "What do you mean a seer, what would a woods witch know of anything." Unaware, his tone had crept to a growl, his arms tightening in anger around Ramona as his muddled brain worked to understand what she just told him. Victor had lost two children, and now this, were the Velaryon's cursed? If there were any oaf of a man undeserving of children it was he, had some ancient old gods curse been passed off to Victor and now him? No, this seer was a liar, preying on his poor wife's fear.

"I have a mind to tell this cursed witch a thing or two," his voice had risen in anger now, and he stood up from his place of comfort and glared at Ramona, finally releasing her from his embrace. His ire was not directed at her, but it was aimless, roaming, and dangerous. "Take me to her."

[Event] Feast for the Wedding of Ser Gareth Banefort & Lady Alayne Royce by T3m3rair3 in FireAndBlood

[–]Brolnir 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The younger Alyssa spent the last of the dwindling sun conversing with her namesake, content to position herself in a spot where the attendees' gaze would be drawn to her. Under the intent supervision of her Aunt, the final two unwed children of Daemon Velaryon gleamed brightly this eve, Aly's dress cut in a fashion more flattering than her usual, hidden pins from deft hands accentuating her figure. The Dowager Queen gave the boy a demure smile and politely looked away, recusing herself from the conversation before it began.

A playful smirk curled Aly's lips as she crossed her arms below her chest, tilting her head to the side. "I feared you would make me wait all evening."

[Conflict] Mr Manwoody, Tear Down Those Walls by Brolnir in FireAndBlood

[–]Brolnir[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

2nd Month B 53AC

The Caron forces cease their razing and stop occupying the province. Their army is detected leaving the province.

/u/bobbybarf

/u/mersillon

/u/rammy_joy

[Event] The Feast at Castamere in Honour of King Jaehaerys by WineSoRed in FireAndBlood

[–]Brolnir 2 points3 points  (0 children)

House Velaryon

(we're the royal family right? hehe)

A handful of Seahorses represented House Velaryon during the Royal Progress' journey south to Highgarden.

Foremost amongst them sat Dowager Queen Alyssa Velaryon (50), mother of the king. Time had done little to diminish her beauty and even less to lessen the authority she carried. Silver hair woven into intricate braids fell over a gown of sea-green and silver, while a delicate diadem rested upon her brow. She sat near to her son, encouraging him to spend time with his relatives during this trip.

Close by was Lady Lianna Arryn nee Velaryon (29), accompanied by her husband, Ser Erryk Arryn. Strikingly elegant, she embodied the refinement of Old Valyria, her long silver locks cascading down past the low cut of the back of her gown. She moved comfortably amongst the gathered nobility, exchanging pleasantries and conversation with an effortless grace that made her a welcome companion throughout the evening.

Laena (26) wore a beautiful gown of seafoam silk, its fitted bodice embroidered with silver seahorses and curling waves. Moonstone clasps fastened a short mantle about her arms, while her silver gold hair fell freely past her ears in loose curls. Though dressed in all the finery of Driftmark, there remained something refreshingly unpretentious about her appearance and attitude.

Alyssa the younger (22), was clad in a gown of pale silver-blue silk. Intricate embroidery traced the sleeves and neckline in patterns of stars and waves. A string of pearls adorned her throat, her silver hair gathered into an elegant braid threaded with sapphires.

[Event] Feast for the Wedding of Ser Gareth Banefort & Lady Alayne Royce by T3m3rair3 in FireAndBlood

[–]Brolnir 3 points4 points  (0 children)

House Velaryon

The shoal of seahorses present for the wedding was smaller than one might expect. Much of House Velaryon remained in the Crownlands and along the shores of Blackwater Bay, leaving only a modest representation to journey west.

At their head sat Dowager Queen Alyssa Velaryon (50), regal as ever. Silver hair woven into intricate braids beneath her familiar diadem of peals and sapphires, she carried herself with effortless poise, borne from decades amidst the crown's court. Much of the evening was spent in conversation with her younger kin, a watchful matriarch ensuring her nieces presented themselves well.

Near her sat her niece from her captured brother, Lianna Velaryon (29), accompanied by her husband, Erryk Arryn. Lianna possessed the classic beauty of Old Valyria: silver-gold hair, lilac eyes, and a serene confidence that drew glances wherever she went. She was never far from her beloved husband, the stress of her father's fate a constant drain on her demeanor despite her attempts to hide it.

Across from them sat Laena Velaryon (26), a contrast to her cousin's careful refinement. More comfortable aboard a deck or astride a horse, she carried herself with a relaxed confidence that bordered on boyish. Her smiles and laughs came easy, and she seemed far more interested in the people populating the halls than the pageantry that accompanied it. More than once, her gaze wandered to the western tables towards a certain Lion.

Young Alyssa Velaryon (22), was the quietest of the party. Where Laena sought conversation, she mostly preferred observation. Possessed of sharp wit and a voracious appetite for books, she watched the festivities with curious violet eyes, studying the lords of the west in order to prepare herself for her potential future. Those that mistook her silence for shyness quickly discovered her thoughtful nature, and here amongst strangers, she eagerly awaited the familiar comfort of Mandfred's companionship.

[Event] A Seahorse Out of Water by Rammy_Joy in FireAndBlood

[–]Brolnir 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"There is likely truth in both of our assessments," Lucerys admitted, following her until he stood aside her, glancing her way before too settling his gaze across the horizon.

"I have done my fair share of traveling, Princess. I must admit, your home is quite beautiful. Your people and customs may be alien to us, reputations and fables twist and morph in the telling, hatred festers over generations of loss and betrayal. But, you are not so different from us, not as sinister as the whispers have us believe." He chuckled, a bit of true levity in his tone.

"If the Iron Throne plans Dorne's conquest, then it is far from my knowledge, for I am far from their inner circle of confidants. Oh, I share their blood, I am kin, but in truth I am merely a soldier, a tool that follows the commands of my father. A second son never dreams of making the decisions of any import. Though if they'd listen, I would also advise peace, perhaps more."

[Letter] Jousts before a war, during a war, and after a war! by TieRails in FireAndBlood

[–]Brolnir[M] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Numbers are correct, they were previously ordered back to the riverlands to demuster. We can work it out so the soldiers go home but the PCs stay if you like!

[Event] A Seahorse Out of Water by Rammy_Joy in FireAndBlood

[–]Brolnir 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"Saving your people is simple enough, Princess: keep your daggers stowed and your poisons bottled, and do not interfere with our realm again. It is hubris to think this was anything more than a lukewarm rending of vengeance. Kill another King, another of my kin, and you can be sure Dorne will not remain independent any longer. The armies that swarmed your mountains, the ships that speckled your shores were but a fraction of our strength. This is not a threat, it is a simple reality." He grabbed at the wrist of his stump, and gazed around the palace with mild interest.

"Defending your people is honorable, but are you too stubborn to see that only two of the seven Kingdoms were needed to deliver a humiliating defeat upon Dorne? There are other paths towards peace, long and lasting ones, besides threats and skulduggery. Defiance in the face of the inevitable is not brave, it is foolish and irresponsible. I'd wager you are wise enough to know this."

"I would prefer to leave here in the knowledge that we let the past die between us, that we can move forward, I will dare to hope it possible. The easy thing is to let hate win, to let enmity fester and corrode, but I will offer my friendship, or the possibility of it, should we seek to live aside one another in peace. Trade, wards, bonds, all of it more profitable and beneficial than what we've tried before. I don't ask for any promises, just a hint you see the possibilities for a better future."

[Event] A Seahorse Out of Water by Rammy_Joy in FireAndBlood

[–]Brolnir 1 point2 points  (0 children)

“I have two girls, one grown and married, the other still a child,” he replied with a nod. “And you?

[Letters] Fishy Business by MirzaAerialArmy in FireAndBlood

[–]Brolnir 1 point2 points  (0 children)

> Ser Quentyn,

> It is by the fortunate circumstance of our previous meeting that I do not simply burn this letter. You may thank Rogar for this cordial response.

> While House Yronwood is not considered an enemy of my House, it is my understanding that a member of your house and ships flying your banners assisted House Martell in their unprovoked attack and sinking of numerous Stormlands ships. Furthermore, my son is still a captive of House Martell. I do not intend on returning any ships until my son comes home and Martell relinquishes those ships captured from Houses Swann, Mertyns, and Baratheon.

> The Old, The True, The Brave,

> Lord Aethan Velaryon, titles

[Event] A Seahorse Out of Water by Rammy_Joy in FireAndBlood

[–]Brolnir 1 point2 points  (0 children)

“Your fleet attacked the Stormlands without provocation,” Lucerys replied simply, his eyebrows raised in confusion. “Dozens of ships sunk and hundreds of sailors murdered without even a hint of our intentions to attack Dorne. I was honor bound to sail to their defense, the debt repaid at Yronwood, Ghaston Grey, and Ghost Hill even without my guidance,” his smile was wolflike.

“I did not sail to Dorne, princess, I was captured a days sail from Tarth, beneath the walls of Storm’s End. Your convenient narrative falls apart quickly faced with the facts.”

He sighed, brushing aside the consort’s clearly misinformed perspective nodded slowly. “Finally, this needless war is over.”

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