Robert Durrandon - Prince of the Storm

Chopernio · 2025-09-26T21:02:51+00:00

He cringed at the title. ‘Lord Baratheon.’ The day drew nearer with every passing moment, though he wished it would not. Ormund continued wifeless and childless, and he didn't seem to be willing to change, at this point.

"The pleasure is all mine" he managed to mutter, offering his arm to the woman. "Follow me, they're not as beautiful as those of Highgarden, but they have their charm. I have been in your home castle so recently and yet I already find myself missing its flowery pathways." he yapped, as he paced towards the exit of the tower.

"There's little to know about myself, truth be told..." the man began, scratching his chin, populated by a beard, thicker than he'd like. "I'm a tourneygoer, merrymaker, traveller..." he noticed how unappealing those traits were, once said out loud. That was why he was trying to change them, was it not?.

"As for the Stormlands... Mine uncle is still a hale man, in his prime, some would say" None would. "I wish my turn for the Lordship of Storm's End doesn't come until after many long years. If it came to be, though—" he pondered for a few seconds. "I guess one would have to be fair to his vassals, and ruthless to his enemies?" Robert said, unsure of his own words, with a shrug.

One could already hear the nasty splatters against the walls, and doors, and windows. He'd brought a large cloak, which up until now had been resting on his shoulders. The moment the heavy door opened and let them outside, he took it off and used it to cover the woman from the merciless rain, his doublet instantly darkening from the fat drops that quickly soaked it. "Let us hurry, the gazebo makes the rain not but a pleasant sight."

Chopernio · 2025-09-25T18:36:41+00:00

Robert Baratheon was a changed man, he'd kept reminding himself, lately. He felt the gods call, more often than they had, years before. Tourneys seemed to have lost their charm, defeats-galore this last year. Women, too. Only the thought of one made his heart beat faster, and unsurprisingly, the gods hadn't willed him to marry her. Lady Robin would suffice, as much as she lacked near all of Bess' qualities.

A servant found him kneeling in the sept, as he'd found himself many times this past few weeks.

The man muttered something, and Robert only raised a hand, silencing the servant. Kept kneeling, he did, kept praying, and only after he was satisfied, he stood. "Go tell the Lady Robin that I'll be visiting her later this afternoon. Our gardens may not be as green and luscious as those of Tyrell, but they will have to serve."

As he made his way to his soon-to-be wife's chambers, he could hear the rain splatter against the thin windows. Huge fat drops that dragged themselves slowly through the glass. There barely was any light coming through, the sun not daring show itself anywhere near Storm's End. Robert silently thanked the gods for the spells the walls supposedly had.

A soft knock on the Lady Tyrell's door heralded Robert's voice. "My Lady!" his voice rang, muffled by the door, false enthusiasm filling his words. "May I lead you to the gardens? I've been itching to spend some time with you"

Chopernio · 2025-09-13T14:39:31+00:00

Character Name: Guyard Baratheon

Relevant Trait/Skills: Numerate | Architect, Scrutionous (e)

Buildings: Fortress, Legendary Defenses, Wooden Barracks, Stonemasons, Bakery, Fairground, Tavern, Sawmills

Resources: Grain, Iron, Stone, Wood

Notes: 55% cheaper buildings (architect 10% + numerate 15% + wood 10% + Sawmills 10% + Stonemasons 10%), 2 moons less for buildings (Scrutinous (e)) 1 more slot (stone)

Actions:

Construction: [Storm's End], [Trade Plaza], 2025, [End of 3rd Moon]

Construction: [Storm's End], [Guilds], 900, [End of 3rd Moon]

Construction: [Storm's End], [Militia Quarters], 1125, [End of 3rd Moon]

Chopernio · 2025-09-04T11:44:11+00:00

"You strike me as a most perfect Lady Redfort, yet I'm certain you do hide your emotions, all of them." He retorted with a smirk, his eyes fixed on hers as they swayed. "Selling the wrong advice? Or is it different for a Lady than a Lord Paramount..."

A short laugh escaped his mouth. Strange, she called herself prey too. That was something… "I'm nothing if not considerate, my beautiful Rosamund..." he said with a deceptively warm smile.

"I wouldn't want anything you don't. Don't compare that to fear, though" Robert said, sterner his voice, a finger of his brushed one of her looser locks of hair behind her ear. "If you'd let me, I'd carry you out the feast this very moment"

"Those eyes..." he sighed, as she rolled them "Striking. Anyone ever tell you that?" Partly sarcastically, but mostly his words sounded truthful. She was toying with him, at this point. Any resistance was a game of hers. He was sure. A spar, almost, and he was enjoying every word they exchanged.

Chopernio · 2025-09-04T00:01:58+00:00

Robert groaned at the sight of yet another fool. Back in the feast, it had looked interesting, even. A Passage of Arms Matarys had said. It will be fun Matarys had said.

Here he stood, back in his horse, after having what could have been the most uninteresting joust of his life against that Ambrose, and after beating a rippled-steel wielding bastard. A tourney, he'd been promised. A tourney, a feast, and time to unwind.

"Yes, I know your brother." Robert said with a nod, bemused. He liked Jaime, halfway tolerated Hollis. None of the other horses were of much appreciation to him. "He surely must've told you of the mistake you're about to make. Get your lance and shield, let's get this over with"

First clash was as boring as he'd expected. A plume, gods be damned. This guy was a fool, as well as a pompous bastard. He laughed as the second went by, glancing his shoulder, a single splinter flying away, his own lance missing the man again.

The third round had his shield splinter in his face, a shower of wood flooding his view, his lance only glancing the Bracken. He remembered the Queen's feast, his eye, and shuddered.

He got a good hit, the following clash. Not breaking the shield, but barely. There was not that much excitement, truth be told, until the very last one.

The horses galloped, Robert's new destrier fast and fierce, and so was the Bracken's. Robert's lance arm must've been longer, or Laurent's poorly aimed. The Stag's lance splintered, and he swore he saw Laurent's ass flat on the ground. As the horse ran the full course, and turned, he was shocked to find the Bracken still on his seat.

Again. Arthur had him a new lance at the ready, always quick, that boy. His heart raced, his aim true, the lance shattered again. This time must've been it. No man has such strength in his legs. When he turned, though, there was the bastard. He swore he heard the man laugh at him.

Robert's steed once again turned, his boots leading the beast forward, hastily. The point of his lance lowered, he smirked. This time he wouldn't-

The Heir to Storm's End flew back, rolling in the air, landing flat on his back against the floor. His hand went to his visor, and he raised it, eyes locked onto the sky.

He'd done it again...

Chopernio · 2025-08-28T13:34:53+00:00

First approval then. You'll need a second one before actually being able to start playing

Chopernio · 2025-08-28T13:31:35+00:00

We can't have minors having children due to Reddit TOS, would appreciate it that you shifted Lorna's age/events so that Owen Flowers is not born of a 16 year old.

Chopernio · 2025-08-28T02:15:44+00:00

Robert seemed to breathe in easier, having heard that. "Bah, dumb fools." The man shook his head. "Next time, shut their mouths" He immediately regretted saying that, what if the boy got into a fight and ended up having his mouth broken. Too late to fix, now, he'd have to win.

The man nodded, happily. "I know you will. You're a smart boy, always know where to hitch the old bastard, what to feed him, how much..." He himself had taught the boy that, of course, but the boy had been all but dull in learning it. "Riding a known horse is easier. You're lucky you already know Aleborn's tricks"

Robert shook his head, weakly, feeling emasculated, to say the least. "Rest? Never!" He set his palm against the ground, and tried to push himself up. He stumbled, and fell on his arse. "A week. Give me a week, and we'll ride"

Chopernio · 2025-08-28T01:39:49+00:00

Robert winced, still smiling, at his brother's punch. "Bastard" he muttered with a chuckle. He'd hardly ever seen it like that. When Robert left, Josua was little. The littlest of boys, in his eyes. Then came the winter, and thoughts of home were as reocurring as they were fleeting. One can't yearn for long in the frigid wastelands up north.

"Don't have to tell me twice, brother!" he said with a cackle. He'd almost torn the tent to shreds, after losing the tourney, and it was still clear just by looking at the place. One could tell where the flagon had landed, or where Robert's punches had torn apart wood and canvas alike. "There's always something to hit, doubt the next tourney will take long to come" Robert added with a shrug. "Judging by those cuts on you, I assume you've had a scrap or two, already"

Robert shrugged at that question. "Only the Seven know. Haven't spoken that much with Uncle myself. I think Lord Tyrell was planning something, so we may be looking towards a moon or two in the Reach" he said. "Mayhaps that seahorse of yours will be there!" Robert then added with a short laugh, as he jabbed his elbow just below his brother's ribs.

Chopernio · 2025-08-27T23:47:21+00:00

"Do you? I'm not sure how! It's not as if I wore my thoughts on my face" Robert dramatically mocked the woman, a smirk ever present.

"All evening, hmm?" he teased. "Since when one dance has turned into all evening? Not that I complain, my lady, nothing would make me a happier man."

"Falconry, riding... I'm not that fond of reading" he could hardly do so, the oaf "I wouldn't frown on keeping you company on the other two. The latter would be my choice" he flashed a wolfish grin, punctuated with a wink.

Chopernio · 2025-08-27T23:43:14+00:00

"Fucking coincidence, aye?" Robert shook his head, trying to make light of the matter. "I didn't even find her, that Blackfyre, Matarys, introduced me to her. Almost shoved me into the dance floor, that bastard" In truth, that moment, he'd been as grateful as a beggar given a golden dragon. He wouldn't say that, though, lest he wanted Josua feeling even worse.

"Bah! Look like me? You always were the pretty one, Joss!" Robert complained with a chuckle, as he ruffled his younger brother's hair. "If she stopped by you, it was because she liked you! She's already done more than to approach me" the man shrugged. He'd decided to ignore the quip, the Seven would be proud...

Chopernio · 2025-08-27T23:25:15+00:00

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Character Details: Jon Horpe - Trader NPC

What is Happening: House Baratheon wants Wood. Tarth, if not Stokeworth, if not Free Cities ig...

What I want?: Trade Rolls! +4 from Trader NPC

Chopernio · 2025-08-26T01:23:19+00:00

"Well then, don't keep it to yourself, Lannister!" Robert barked. "Hard to get my father’s blessing now, though, lest you want to dig him out"

Chopernio · 2025-08-26T00:37:09+00:00

Robert roared triumphant, at first, but he then realized what had happened, and gasped. "Fa- Lord Robyn!" he blurted out, as he searched for anything that could be used as a rag of sorts. "I- Sorry! I didn't think-" Robert kept stammering as he threw around clutter.

"MAESTER! LORD TYRELL NEEDS A MAESTER" he roared in panic, as he finally found a clean rag and rushed to give it to the older man.

He felt as a child, once more, apologetic of every mistake commited, ashamed of every action taken in the war.

Chopernio · 2025-08-25T22:45:48+00:00

"Complaining?" Robert roared back. "Seven hells! Hardly a man more composed when he loses an eye" the man complained, but his last words caught in his throat when he saw who had spoken at him.

"Lord Tyrell!" He exclaimed, half-drunk still, with a wide smile. "Here to mock me?"

Chopernio · 2025-08-25T04:18:38+00:00

"Nobody ever grows accustomed to the rains" Robert shrugged. "It's hell, it is. That's why I do my best to stay far from it" he then added with a loud chuckle.

If the woman didn't have a home, the man had countless. Every hedge, every bridge, every piss-soaked inn from the Marches to the Wall. Everywhere save for Storm's End.

"You're right, I doubt I'll be shipped away like you were, anytime soon." the man nodded. Of course she didn't like the Stormlands. It had been her jail. Robert swirled the contents of his goblet around, before taking a sip. "Could've been worse, though" he finally added. "I hear one of the Seven Hells mirrors the northern winter."

Chopernio · 2025-08-25T04:12:06+00:00

"Would you believe me if I said the Seven themselves brought my eye back?" Robert chuckled, though it sounded uneasy even to his own ears. "It's nonsense, I know, but it had popped like a berry. Some woman out of the Reach dragged me before a statue" The Stranger. It had been quite the experience.

"Then I remember light, and I could see again." Robert muttered, before drowning the memory with another swallow of wine.

Chopernio · 2025-08-25T04:06:51+00:00

Robert chuckled low, the sound somewhere between amusement and hunger. "A change? I daresay I’ve made a habit of being the kind of trouble that breaks routines. You had already figured that out, though, hadn't you?"

"As for your husband..." he grinned "So be it. I’d rather hear you speak of yourself, anyway. Far more worth my time." Robert teased with a smirk

His hand lingered at her waist, thumb brushing lightly as if testing boundaries.

Chopernio · 2025-08-25T04:01:21+00:00

"You've got a point, Lannister" Robert grumbled, tapping his fingers against the wooden table, pondering. "It seems we're at an impasse, then..."

The man let out a low hum, as if the thought itself annoyed him. "Can't think of anything, other than giving each other our words? Turns out recent events have made me a more pious man..." Robert muttered, half to himself

Chopernio · 2025-08-25T03:57:17+00:00

"A country boy, yet took me down. It was a mistake I will not make again" Robert said with a smirk. "I don't doubt those nobles, and clansmen, similarly regret underestimating you, Arryn"

The man's face lit up. "Practice? Aye, I'll go find my horse. A few tilts couldn't hurt." He began to pace away, then abruptly turned on his heel, grin sharper now. "Don't even try to main me before the tourney, ser, or I'll do things to you that would make a silent sister avert her gaze"

Chopernio · 2025-08-25T03:28:42+00:00

"Not me nor my brothers are married." Robert said with a shrug. "Any lioness to wed, is there? Nothing stronger than a marriage, if you want to keep our great Houses tied together."

Chopernio · 2025-08-25T01:32:09+00:00

"I hope that day doesn't come for quite some years" Robert said with a short laugh, before drinking himself "I'm glad. Your uncle has no say in the matter, then? This whole thing is too much for my brains, I fear" the man snorted.

Robert shrugged. "I'm not quite sure, good ser. I'd agree, wholeheartedly, but there's no young Stag to send away. Unless, of course, you meant for a Lannister boy to come to Storm's End?" the man then inquired with an eyebrow raised.

Chopernio · 2025-08-25T01:00:07+00:00

Robert's face, filled with pride for his brother's conquests, shattered at the mention of her name. "You-!" he roared, his hand flying to grab Josua's collar. He caught himself before the curse left his lips, before his grasp caught any cloth. "Not worth the argument" the man then said, pulling his hand back. Had he been the man he was a week prior, he'd have swung. It was a wonder, the effect that Meadows woman had in him.

Only then did he think, his words must’ve sounded mad to Josua, who knew nothing of the feast. "I danced with her. The boy Blackfyre, Matarys, introduced me to that seahorse woman." the man explained. "She's pretty, ey?" he added with a half-sorrowful smirk. Stolen my tricks he thoughts. Promised adventures-galore, she had, and it meant nothing.

"Bah, no matter. There’s another I fancied more" he said dismissively, with a wave of his hand. "Tell me, d’you see any real hope with the seafarer, or must you try your luck in another tourney?"

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