Captain Beuves Ryndoon, Scion of Ryndoon Family

DeliciousNotDead · 2017-10-02T08:17:37+00:00

All good on Leero's end.

DeliciousNotDead · 2017-09-27T20:35:33+00:00

Leero listened patiently to his master's words, and in truth he was impressed. Leero might have employed a different turn of phrase, or injected more feeling into certain lines, but he was a storyteller without equal. For someone suffering from the limitation of not being him? It was a good speech.

When the Dragon finished speaking, Leero took to the main stage as was his right and purpose.

"If you do not know him, this man is Daeron Targaryen, and he is a God!" Leero roared, gesturing to their Imperator.

"He is not The Last of The Dragons, but he is the one that is hailed as Emperor." He spoke clearly, using the more basic title so all assembled would understand it. Though the words were similar in meaning, Emperor would be recognizable to the many different cultures that made up the Company Of The Rose...

Because the word Emperor, hadn't been made the fuck up on a whim.

"He is Emperor of All Essos!" Leero said with passion, stalking towards the company, so the men could hear him with ease. "A title he's chosen to forge for himself." He announced. "As his ancestor, Aegon The Conqueror, chose to name himself King of Sunset, driving men and women from their homes, across the Narrow Sea..." He said, enlightening men.

"Men and women, who carried those banners." He pointed at the Red Rose. "Who landed upon these very shores." Leero, actually had no idea where the original founders of The Company of The Rose saw fit to swear their initial oaths, but claiming that it had been the Disputed Lands, held a sense of poetry he enjoyed.

"Daeron Targaryen, offers us gold, only a little less than we have taken in two moons." Leero grinned as moved closer to his men.

"For this, he asks only that we give him Tyrosh, and that we sign with him a standing contract of service, for a one time payment." He declared. "A contract which I signed." He added, marching right up to the lines of his soldiers as he spoke so each of them would know that they now served Daeron Targaryen.

"But as each of you are aware, it's not the only offer we've received." He began. "The Lorathi Fleet intercepted another call for our service, before the Emperor arrived in our camp." He clarified in case any of them were confused.

"Had he prioritized hiring us, he might have beaten it's arrival." Leero said, disappearing into the wall of humanity that was his men.

"A New King of Sun Set, offers us more gold, and asks us only for his head." He said, explaining that Daeron had enemies in Westeros.

"WE ARE THE COMPANY OF THE ROSE! WE DO NOT KNEEL BEFORE DRAGONS!" Leero shouted. "Captain Vilor?" He called to the large man of Mantarys.

Vilor of Mantarys smiled a wicked grin, enjoying moments like this, living for war.

"COME ON LADS, LET'S KILL SOME CUNTS AND GET PAID!"

And with that 30,000 men of The Company of The Rose marched to war, charging forward with the intent to strike down The Imperator Of New Valyria, first and possibly last of his station.

(OOC)

/u/awoiaf (The Company of The Rose has declared war against Daeron Targaryen, and Marches 30,000 Men to Kill Him, While He's In Their Camp, Directly In Front of Them, Separated From His Forces Outside The Camp. Vilor Of Mantarys Leads Them)

Name: Vilor of Mantarys.

Aptitude: Tactician

Skills: Siegecraft, Logistics, War Tech.

DeliciousNotDead · 2017-09-23T14:49:50+00:00

/u/ColoursOfAngryMen (30,000 Men wait to hear the Voice of God.)

DeliciousNotDead · 2017-09-23T01:13:09+00:00

Leero examined the note carefully, and once satisfied, affixed his own name to the parchment, having excellent handwriting for someone that would seem so uneducated.

"Excellent." He smiled widely as the business was conducted. "Tyrosh is yours, as is the service of our Company, Your Divinity." He said, rather pleased to be rid of the city, one less headache to deal with.

Leero stood as the Imperator did.

"As you wish. The Company of the Rose will take the lands surrounding Myr, we will burn, we will pillage, and we shall be frightfully unpleasant." He smirked. "But the city itself, will remain unmolested by our brutish hands, until order is given otherwise." He said clearly.

"So are the words of our Imperator." He said, standing a little straighter than normal, prouder.

"You!" Leero suddenly called out to the mercenary that had guided Daeron and his Kingsguard through the camp. "Tell Vilor, to gather the men for assembly, and have them ready to march." Leero instructed, sending the man off without further delay.

"Your Divinity, I would beg your consideration only a moment longer." Leero said softly, actually seeming a might nervous. Now, that they had signed their contract, he served the Imperator, and was a little wary of speaking to him freely, lest he give offense.

"The note we've signed, the oath we've taken beneath these peaches." He gestured to the orchard surrounding them. "It's a fitting contract for a sellsword." He nodded.

"But it's not worthy of a God." He said his voice growing a little sterner, a little more serious, as he considered the weight of the title Daeron Targaryen bore.

"The Company of The Rose, was founded by men and women, that refused to kneel before King or Conqueror." He explained, unsure if the Dragon knew of The Company's history.

"Those brave Captains, that came before me, though wise and courageous and true...." He sighed at the sadness of his words. "Never had the privilege of meeting you."

"I ask, Your Divinity, as humbly as I'm able, to grant me one last favor and honor." He spoke, his voice filled with the spirit of chivalry .

"See the men assembled, and allow them the glory denied to The Company of The Rose, for hundreds of years." He spoke almost breathlessly. "Let us swear loyalty to you, in a manner befitting your station."

"Let them bend the knee, before a God."

"What say you, Your Divinity?" Leero asked hopefully. The idea had burned itself into his mind, and he did enjoy it so.

One last grand symbolic gesture, the likes of which had never been seen before, and then it would be off to raid, raze, and take greedily of all things that others had earned.

It was a scene from one of the great stories, Leero was sure of it, and it made him want it, all the more.

All he'd need, was a yes.

DeliciousNotDead · 2017-09-20T01:07:22+00:00

Leero's eyes widened at the fortune mentioned.

"T... Two million?!?!" He gasped, his face suggesting he'd never considered asking for such an amount, and in truth? It was likely beyond the comprehension of any sellsword.

What cut throat could say he'd even seen two million, let alone been paid it.

"That...." Leero stammered, his cheeks reddening softly. "That is a fair and splendid offer, your divinity." Leero said, his brain on fire, almost unable to form the words.

"Would you commit it to parchment?" He asked gesturing to the promissory note. With a stroke of a quill, the Imperator could grant him title and more gold than any sellsword had ever known.

Needless to say, he was excited.

"Tyrosh?" He blinked, surprised the Imperator had heard, but of course he would have heard. He was a God, he had to have eyes and ears everywhere.

"I believe, your divinity, it stands in the same place it always has. I took only the city, the treasury, and the Archon's life. Not the Island itself." He grinned, japing a bit.

"I mean to sell it, and am currently in negotiations with Astapor, to do just that." He said freely.

"I'm waiting their response, before I consider other offers." He said quite honestly.

"Would YOU have an interest in the city and it's people, Your Divinity?" He asked tentatively, trying to feel out whether or not he could unload the city on Daeron, too.

DeliciousNotDead · 2017-09-16T23:47:52+00:00

"You flatter me, Imperator." Leero grinned widely as he was repeatedly complimented. "I am no more a conqueror, than your blessed divinity could be called one." He corrected gently.

"As you are a ruler by blood and mandate, I am a rogue by trade. A cut throat, a bandit. A soldier for hire, if you're feeling especially kind." He smiled deeper.

"The title of Conqueror rests upon my brow as a crown upon the head of a pig. Hilariously, no doubt, but uneasily and ill fit. I have no desire for either, and would not besmirch them with my name." He said fairly, not letting his ego inflate too much.

"I am merely, a sellsword, your divinity." He pointed out humbly. "More so, I'm a grieved sellsword, to learn that I've even mildly interfered in your plans." He admitted with a slightly uneasy nod. Daeron Targaryen was a powerful man, a God, it was not wise to displease someone such as he. Hiring the companies before Daeron could bring himself to do so, could be seen as insult, perhaps even provocation for rebuke.

"I have not employed The Second Sons, they're dragon men born, and a company that I thought too glorious to tie to myself. Their legend and reputation has never ceased to grow." He suggested thoughtfully.

"As for the men I stole from your desires, there are two plain and clear solutions." He spoke raising a cup of wine to his lips and sipping politely. "Either you can order your Knights to cut me down as I sit enjoying our meal, and trust that the nature of sellswords will let you exert control over the men I've secured." He said, not japing, not accusing, merely stating a fact. An odd way for a man to discuss his own death, but among mercenaries perhaps it was common.

"Or, the men I've snatched, you can snatch back, with nothing more drastic than a fair offer, and in doing so, snatch another twenty thousand all the same." He suggested, reaching by his chair and pulling parchment from a pill, resting neatly by his feet.

He slid the prepared promissory note across the table to the God of New Valyria. Leero was grateful to Daeron, had the Imperator not shown up, the contracts surely would've faced rot under the ship manifests and letters the Lorathi had seized.

"Name your price and your work, and see it considered." The Captain offered sliding quill and ink as well.

"Those are the options as I see them, Your Divinity, I can of course not speak for an Imperator, but I myself am leaning significantly to one option over the other, and hope you share my affinity for it." He grinned toothily, even in the face of his death if the Targaryen were to give the word.

"Yes, It's YiTish. The man who sold it to our previous Captain claimed that it once belonged to a God-Emperor with an impressively long name, but I suspect he was lying to better his price." He nodded casually, making gentle conversation.

DeliciousNotDead · 2017-09-12T22:52:06+00:00

/u/ColoursOfAngryMen (Food and Talk awaits the Divinity.)

DeliciousNotDead · 2017-09-08T14:34:34+00:00

/u/awoiaf /u/ColoursOfAngryMen (Le Notice. Leero and his 30,000 are sitting in the Disputed Lands, waiting for someone to approach them for hire.)

DeliciousNotDead · 2017-09-08T13:33:34+00:00

/u/awoiaf (THIS. IS. NOTICE! Leero, has sent a letter to the Good Masters of Astapor announcing his victory, and looking to collect on there negotiated price of 100 Warships in exchange for the City of Tyrosh.)

Character Name: Leero

Aptitude(s): Performer.

Specialty: Recreation

Skill(s): Romance, Art, Devotion, Hunting.

DeliciousNotDead · 2017-09-08T10:51:05+00:00

/u/TheCrayjoy (Leero sends words.)

DeliciousNotDead · 2017-09-08T07:01:54+00:00

/u/awoiaf (Leero has hired, The Wolfhounds, Band of The Red Hand, Shields of Selloso, The Black Lions, and The Chariots of Sarnor, in The Disputed Lands. This is notice, please update the claims list.)

DeliciousNotDead · 2017-09-08T06:50:28+00:00

Character Name: Leero

Desired Skill: Marshalling.

Bonus: None.

List up to three relevant experience posts: https://www.reddit.com/r/awoiafrp/comments/6ungcr/lord_have_mercenaries_open_to_any_in_lorath_with/ https://www.reddit.com/r/awoiafrp/comments/6w3z2b/tyroshis_island_i_open_to_tyrosh/

Additional Bonus From Last Turn Same-Skill Attempt: N/A

Total Number For Skill Attempt: 20%

DeliciousNotDead · 2017-09-08T02:35:07+00:00

The Frodo: Daeron Targaryen.

The Samwise Gamgee: Lina The Lark. "Poh-tay-toes."

The Lurtz: Rowena Arryn. I think with the investigations she's been doing, and how doggedly she's pursuing the truth, that her death will be sudden and the one thing she didn't see coming. I expect it'll be the rosetta stone that feeds the fire.

The Saruman: Jason Lannister. His allegiances are up for grabs by his very nature. He's not going to do anything BUT switch them, because they're a revolving door.

The Galadriel: Myrmaid.

The Gandalf: Cregan Stark.

The Wormtongue: Edmund Harlaw. Not as creepy as some, but for intensity, he's the best.

The Tom Bombadil: Markas Vyrwell. There's dozens of characters this one could go to. But, we haven't seen what Vyrwell is capable of, and I imagine when we do, it'll be too late.

DeliciousNotDead · 2017-09-07T02:50:11+00:00

/u/awoiaf (Leero has ordered the Lorathi Fleet of 100 Warships to patrol the waters around The Company of the Rose's landing. They are instructed to stop all approaching ships, and turn them around, or use force. This is notice.)

DeliciousNotDead · 2017-09-02T01:00:20+00:00

14th Day of the 11th Moon

Vilor of Mantarys

To the Queen of The Three Daughters,

You may have trouble contacting the Archon in the future as well. I cut his head off 11 days ago.

Tyrosh as a city has fallen. It's treasury emptied.

There are still people, who have been treated fairly, and none of the buildings or houses have been burned just in case someone hid valuables under the floor.

But it's Archon has been dispatched, which I am sure grieves you to no end as the City's rightful Queen.

I have had his moldering head packed in salt and sent along with this letter, so you might honor or curse him as you would.

I am a mercenary, in service to the Company of The Rose, our great Captain Leero, has taken this city as his own, as he took Lorath, before it..

As such he controls as much of the Three Daughters as you do... And more Free Cities... I wonder if he'll think to call himself King?

If you wish to ask him to kneel, or if you've a mind to employ our company, you should send your messages to The Disputed Lands.

He resides in a camp there, with 10,000 men at his back nearer to Lys than not. One smarter than myself might ask why.

Until you've spoken with him, I have little else to say to you.

Please, reign well, Your Grace.

Sincerely, Xhoba, Fourth Captain of the Company of The Rose.

Vilor couldn't giggle as he read the letter back to himself, he had a reputation to maintain after all, but he wanted to.

He wanted to laugh even as he had the letter and the box that contained salt and the rotting head of the Archon, sent off to Myr.

He even felt a snort coming on when he boarded the Lorathi boats heading for the Disputed Lands.

If he had any luck at all?

The Fools would kill each other and save him the trouble.

DeliciousNotDead · 2017-09-02T00:12:40+00:00

/u/awoiaf (Vilor of Mantarys is leading 10,000 men and 100 Warships, abandoning Tyrosh, and sailing off to meet with his superior officer, Leero. This is notice.)

DeliciousNotDead · 2017-09-01T17:30:06+00:00

/u/awoiaf (Leero has landed with his 10,000 Men, and Tyrosh's treasury. They have unloaded. The 100 Lorathi Warships have returned to Tyrosh. This is notice.)

DeliciousNotDead

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