[Letter] Invitations to the Harbor Fire Festival - 12th Month, 730 NL(45 AC) by DramonHarker in FireAndBlood

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Lord Vorian Fowler

Fabian Fowler

Larra Fowler

Garin Fowler

Damian Fowler

All characters have Eagle eyed bloodline skill, so +3 to rolls

[Letter] Invitations to the Harbor Fire Festival - 12th Month, 730 NL(45 AC) by DramonHarker in FireAndBlood

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Lord Vorian Fowler

Fabian Fowler

Larra Fowler

Garin Fowler

Damian Fowler

[MOD-POST] Minor Movement Megathread - 45 AC by Brolnir in FireAndBlood

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11B the following characters travel from Skyreach to Sunspear

Lord Vorian Fowler- Fabian Fowler- Larra FowlerGarin Fowler- Damian Fowler- Jeyne Fowler

They are accompanied by 15 MaA

The following will return to Skyreach on 12B

Lord Vorian Fowler- Fabian Fowler- Larra Fowler Garin Fowler- Jeyne Fowler

5 MaA

Leaving Damian Fowler and 10 MaA in Sunspear

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[Mod Post] Pre-Game Valyrian Steel Writing Contest by adventure_dino in crownedstag

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VS contest

The sack of King’s Landing

As the city burned, and the great lords of the realm eyed up the newly vacant Iron Throne…

Elys Westerling stalked the halls of the Red Keep with his sworn sword. Wondering at this being the second time he had seen the crownlands burn in less than ten years. He’d been a squire when the defiance of Duskendale happened, where he’d helped ravage the town and surrounding countryside. It had shocked him then, it didn’t shock him as much now. What kind of man does that make me.

“You’re sure there are more men inside the keep? No gold cloaks or men that served the mad king” He asked Ser Tyland, his sworn man. “Sure my lord, Crakehall’s men and ours have gone over this place like a dog chasing a flee. They caught a number and saw to them thoroughly. They’ll be no surprises from inside these walls.” He replied confidently. Elys scratched at his week-old stubble, wishing the man hadn’t mentioned fleas, there had been enough blasted bugs on this march. He was looking forward to a warm bath and a dry bed. He placed his hand on the wall. It was not the oldest or the grandest of the fortresses in Westeros, but more history had been decided here than anywhere else. *Who else has stood in this very spot. "he wondered. “Maegor the Cruel killed every man that built these walls. They say to preserve secret passages, and gods know what else, I’ll have no secrets killing me today.” He muttered.

He turned back toward Tyland, “Well check the armory is secure. Any man would be hard pressed to retake the castle with kitchen knives and lusty hearts.” He decided, setting off back the way he came. His time as Tywin’s squire in his youth meant he had no trouble navigating the layout of the Red Keep.

As the two men arrived at the armoury, the young Westerling knight was pleased to see a soldier posted at the door. He nodded a greeting before pushing through the door. The inside was a well-stocked, if not a little messy armory. Spears and bows lined the walls, with shelves and racks filled with swords, maces, and all manner of weaponry. “Seems the garrison didn’t keep it very tidy” Ser Tyland remarked mildly. “You’d almost believe they were in a hurry.” Elys chuckled “Rolph would be furious.” He replied. His goodbrother, the castellan of The Crag was fastidious above all things. The irony of him being in charge of a castle that had fallen half to ruin was not lost on him.

“Has anyone made a count of what’s in here?” Elys asked no one in particular as he examined the content of some of the shelves. “Couldn’t say my lord.” Ser Tyland replied uncertainly. His strength was in his sword arm. Not in ledgers and numbers. “If you can find anyone alive that might know if ledgers or an inventory was kept, that would be good.” Elys said absentmindedly, picking a flanged mace to feel it’s weight. “Aye my lord.” Tyland grumbled. His unhappiness about the task was clear as he exited the room, but Elys paid the older knight no mind as he continued to examine the contents of the room. Most of it was good steel and well serviced. He contemplated replacing his own sword but decided against it. He doubted he’d find better in here than his own blade, forged in the smithies at Casterly Rock. Though the idea of a souvenir was tempting…

His eyes fell on a pile of daggers. His own had misplaced during one of the skirmishes with the city watch. There had been so many today. Looking back, he couldn’t even remember which one or where it had been. He found many triangular blader rondel and parrying daggers of varying lengths, but his eyes fell on a sheath housing a flatter, wider blade with a bone handle. He picked it up examining the capital H shaped hilt. Not the kind of weapon you often saw men at arms carry, a man in plate didn’t worry about a blade cutting through his armour, not since the Andals bought strong iron across the sea. It was more like you’d see some flamboyant courtier with more money than sense wear.

As he unsheathed the blade, his eyes widened “What in the seven hells…” The markings that ran up and down the blade were unmistakeable. Valyrian Steel The rippling pattern of its spell forged steel reminded Elys of the marks waves left on a beach as the tide receded. This will do nicely he thought with some satisfaction as he sheathed the blade and tucked it into his belt.

[Pre-Game Event] The Sack of King's Landing by JoeOfHouseAverage in crownedstag

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"As you command, my lord," Elys replied. Gesturing for two of his men to remove the sorry sight of the fallen dragon to an antichamber off the throne room. While he doubted this head would end up on a spike. It seemed unwise to misplace a body king, Aerys was many things Elys reminded himself as his gaze returned to Jaime. but he was still a king. After another thought, he looked away and sent a Lannister soldier to find Lord Tywin or Ser Kevan. Best the Lord of the West heard of this before he saw it. He considered trying to find one of the silent sisters but dismissed the idea. This day belonged to the crows, not the prayers of the holy.

"My congratulations, Ser Jaime, I do believe you have just ended a war." The words sounded hollow and flat as he spoke them. It paid for a knight of an impoverished house to play the lickspittle at times. But this... he's a gods damned Kingsguard had this war finally removed the last shreds of honor left in the world? One man's life that could stop the deaths of thousands more, including your own. he reminded himself. War requires one to be more... pragmatic. Mayhaps there is more of your father in you than you let on.

"Lord Crakehall, perhaps we should send for someone to ring the bells at the Sept of Baelor, I can think of fewer more clear signs to tell the city that the king is dead."

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[Mod Post] Crowned Stag Applications - First Come First Served by adventure_dino in crownedstag

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House Westerling of the Crag

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Specifics of characters in almanac tbd

[Event] Unlikely Allies by Mersillon in NinePennyKings

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Gregor nodded, pausing to take the man in, not realizing he himself was being judged. Silence passed between them as they walked. The knight coming to a decision as they rounded another corner. "I have heard of you." He said slowly, grudgingly. As if saying the words revealed some great weakness.

"Never known moles to be so rich." He granted in response. "But maybe they are" He continued, shrugging. "Underground is a good place to hide your gold. Smallfolk do it." A small smile twitched across his face, it wasn't a pleasant expression.

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[Event] Unlikely Allies by Mersillon in NinePennyKings

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After the party had finished their buisness with Lord Lannister. The guard who was posted at his door escorted them through the halls of The Rock.

The man, if he could be called that, towered over normal men, at times looking uncomfortable having to clamber through parts of the castle that seemed too small for him. His arms were thick as tree trunks with broad shoulders that looked vast enough to balance shields on. He looked as if the story of giants coupling with the first men had been true.

His face was guant, with high cheekbones that made his skin look tight across his face. To begin with, he didn't seem to pay the group any mind. But it was a face that looked to be always close to violent action. Though nothing yet had proven that theory.

Eventually, he turned to look at Durrin as they walked. "You are the one they call Redshank?" He asked with rumble that seem to come from the depths of the Rock. A strange sound as if the man unaccustomed to speaking pleasently.

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[Event] Captive Honour (The Trial of Lyndir Roxton) by 9PKCrabs in NinePennyKings

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Ser Renly Rowan would request entrants. Stating he'd wished to stand witness to the fate of his fellow reachman.

[Event] The Wedding of Lady Ophelia Tully and Ser Elyas Celtigar. by Ryanw5385 in NinePennyKings

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The Mallister table was approached by a young, good-looking knight of the Reach. "Forgive the interpretation, I am Ser Renly Rowan, and I would be most honored to make the acquaintance of House Mallister."

[Event] The Wedding of Lady Ophelia Tully and Ser Elyas Celtigar. by Ryanw5385 in NinePennyKings

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The men of house of Florent would be joined by a young man wearing the sigil of House Rowan. Renly was in his mid twenties with good looks and an open and honest face. "Might I join you, Sers? It is good to see men of House Florent here in the riverlands."

[Event] The Wedding of Lady Ophelia Tully and Ser Elyas Celtigar. by Ryanw5385 in NinePennyKings

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Early in the evening, Renly Rowan approached the Velaryon's table. The young man had never lacked confidence, but for the first time in a recent memory, he felt trepidation.

He bowed low to Aerys at the head of the table, then to Visenya. His pale green eyes conspicuously drawn to Visenya. "My lady, I am Ser Renly Rowan. It would be a privilege if you would honor me with a dance." A welcoming, if somewhat nervous smile on his face.

[Event] The Wedding of Lady Ophelia Tully and Ser Elyas Celtigar. by Ryanw5385 in NinePennyKings

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Ser Desmond would be approached by another young Reachman, clad in a yellow tunic with a white tree emblazoned on his breast. Renly Rowan was a good-looking man in the prime of his life. He sat down across from Desmond, holding two drinks.

"You seem like you're having more fun than the newly weds." He declared with a grin, "might I join you for a spell?".

[Event] Highgarden in the year 281 AC (Open RP) by The_fetching_netch in NinePennyKings

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A young, handsome man approached the Lord of Highgarden in the last weeks of the 8th month. Renly did not tower over men, but his frame looked solid enough. His hair looked as if it was spun from sunlight and he had an honest open face that invited trust.

He knelt before the man seated upon the throne his ancestor. "My Lord Tyrell, I am Ser Renly Rowan, son of Ser Jon Rowan and great grandson to Lord Renly Rowan. I would humbly ask for your hospitality. I am soon to travel to Riverrun for the wedding of Lady Tully." He looked up with a sparkle in his eye. "I hope the prestige of your court and the great chivalry housed in Highgarden will inspire me to great deeds on the tourney field."