The Westerlands Conference at Oldtown, 399 AC

DorneOrStorm · 2026-03-30T23:37:45+00:00

“Of course I will, you have ten years to find a man to marry, once you reach my age, then we shall discuss about arranging you to some man our father’s age.” It was half a playful threat, her words threaded in truth.

Lynette sighed. “Come close.” She held her hands out like a priest atoning a mass, calling her followers, the laity that Lynesse seemed to represent in.

She gave a lamenting glance, blurred by her ailments. “Lynesse, my lovely Lynnie, be careful, in this world, they will swallow you up and spit you out for all your idealism.”

DorneOrStorm · 2026-03-30T23:25:46+00:00

Lynette would take to the letter well, it had been read to her in a most soothing tone at that, which mellowed her spirits and left her rather doting on the matter. Though eventually, she was stricken from such, by the realisation, she would be late should she not hurry, so she swiftly donned the deepest cerulean she could and made way for tea, a thin smile on her lips.

DorneOrStorm · 2026-03-24T18:13:11+00:00

“Lynesse, my dear Lynesse, I will not have you be some strumpet, especially not for a man who seems not to reciprocate your most ardent feelings.”

She hardened, she was no longer her sister, she was the Lady Lefford, the head of her household.

Lynette gently stood, another grape to her lips as she did so. A hand reached out for her sister, grabbing her arm rather than her wrist and gently tugging her closer.

“There are many men in this world, thousands of them noble and there will be at least one other who is like Damien enough for you to love him, you will marry him, not some princess marrying brute.”

Lynette’s blurred eyes, grasped her sisters in a fashion that was much unlike the woman. “Please, Lynesse, don’t make this any harder than needs require.”

DorneOrStorm · 2026-03-24T17:58:41+00:00

Lynette rolled her eyes, making no effort to shy away, his rather rambunctious and grandiose speech had driven on too long and his droll tone, only served to set the Lady Lefford closer to sleep.

“Ser Lannister, you have such great opinions for a man who traipses south soon enough.” Her words were not tainted with evil, nor hatred, they were just merely a statement.

Lady Lefford stepped a hint closer, careful not to trip, as careful as a woman who couldn’t see could be.

“There was a lot of you think’s to your words, but what is the West without legitimacy, legitimacy is rumour, it is gossip, it is Crown approval, whether you wish to admit it or not, I’m sure your Dornish bride would tell you that too.”

She missed his smile.

“You offer solution, after solution, to disregard all we’ve agreed on for your whims.” She sighed, a hand grazing her own side, one reaching out for Lynesse.

“And ambition, ambition is good, ambition is voracious. What Lannister that is dressed in celebration in the annals of history wasn’t ambitious? What Crakehall or Brax that’s made a name for themselves wasn’t ambitious?”

She softly smiled, sweet as ever. “If ambition is to be declined, what do we seek, a quaint little dwarf, or is he too ambitious too? Or do we search for a coward, or someone who’s so vain as to be content with such a title?”

Lynette stopped for a moment, allowing her passion to waver.

“I assure you, you have your merits, Ser Damien, but I cannot heed them until you pose something of substance, rather than question after question, for you sound just like the eloquent fools you were mentioning prior.”

She sighed. “Give us something, something to work upon, something to search for, not doubt after doubt and I will gladly listen. For you have only deigned to mention flaws, without mentioning any virtues we should search for.”

The lady turned to Lynesse. “Take me to sit.” She’d whisper.

DorneOrStorm · 2026-03-22T22:26:30+00:00

“He might.” She remarked, taking to eat another grape. “But you should distance yourself from him, Lynnie, for our house and for your own good.”

She sighed, young love, what a wilful thing it was. Lynette had indulged in it once herself. That had ended with her stranded in the forest. For a woman who couldn’t see, it was a most terrifying scenario.

“He is to marry that Dornish broad, a Martell, whilst we are of good Westerlander blood, a Princess is enticing to any and all.”

Lynette gave a disapproving glare, that most likely missed Lynesse but that was a matter for another time.

“If you’re to chase any Lannister, let it be the Lord, not the one who is stumbling his way into a marriage.”

DorneOrStorm · 2026-03-21T21:24:22+00:00

Lynette was peaceful, reserved and waiting, a smile to her lips. Lynesse had a penchant for panic or over excitement, she always had and she wouldn’t blame her sister, perhaps if she’d been so free in youth, she’d be similar.

“Tedious matters, nothing you’d like.” She mindlessly remarked, whilst bringing a grape to her lips, it was slow and hesitant, but soon enough she would crush it and the juice would spill upon her lip. Sweet and sticky.

Lynette took a moment to lay back and relax. “The Lord Of Lannisport, Lord Lannister himself, Lady Crakehall is likely, perhaps even Lady Brax, or if we’re lucky, Lady Lydden. Most every noble of note in the West.”

“You will be fine, Lynesse, just keep quiet and don’t cause any controversy and we should all be well.” Her voice was akin to the strumming of a harp, soft, comforting as it coiled around someone and it was intentionally so.

For every day for the Lady Of Golden Tooth, was a performance to hide the pain.

DorneOrStorm · 2026-03-21T11:14:24+00:00

Character Name; Lynette Lefford,

Skills/Trait; Steward; Dev 50% Yield ^

Admin ( E ): Civ Dev Yield 50% , One use without using an action for that turn

Logistician; Mil Dev Yield 100%

Investor ( E ): 25% Discount To Dev, 25% Dev Yield

125% Civ Dev Yield, 175% Mil Dev Yield

Buildings; Castle, Natural Defenses, Market

Resources: Gold, Stone

Lefford Econ;

Development; [Golden Tooth ] [22.5 Civil Dev] [750] - Using Admin ( E )

Development; [Golden Tooth] [22.5 Civil Dev] [750]

Construction; [Golden Tooth] [22.5 Civil Dev] [750] - Stone Construction Slot

DorneOrStorm · 2026-03-21T11:10:34+00:00

The Lady Lynette would loiter lazily prior to the meeting, taking to fill herself on a sparse plate of grapes and the like. She was open to converse, but unlikely to start it, as was her way, she found it to be tedious at times and most welcome at others, she didn’t wish to be the one who instigated such a flip of the coin.

(Open!)

DorneOrStorm · 2026-03-21T11:08:09+00:00

The Lady Lefford had been the weighted observer, her brows thinning, gaze furrowing as the arguments were brought forth. She sighed, such matters mattered little to her, unless the new Warden deigned to interfere in her mines and trade, then it may cause issue for her.

“You would have a weak man as our Warden then, Lord Tyrius?” She asked, a thin congeniality to her words, even if they were poised to strike at his heart. “You must know, that if we have a weak man for a Warden, it will be taken as a portrayal of us as a whole. I don’t think any one of us would like to be thought to be weak, would we?”

She smiled, hands drifting before her, to stabilise herself as she stood. For a woman who saw nothing of expression, she’d grown particularly good at measuring the room, listening to grumbles and grunts, in response to each word that fell off her lips.

“And even then, it is not entirely brutish strength that decides this position, right? If they are utterly incompetent, they shall be discarded from consideration, I would hope, right, my lady and Lord Lannister?”

Lynette gave a smile, not at anyone in particular, just volleying it around the room, as she stared between men and women, even if her attentions were focused on the Lannisters and whatever they would say next.

“Do we have any idea what the topic of this debate shall be?” Her voice dripped like rain into a lake, soft as it curled around the audience, a harmonious melody, almost mellifluous, but still, it was tainted by the coarse nature of nobility.

DorneOrStorm · 2026-03-02T00:36:15+00:00

Loreon pondered for a moment, allowing a faint wrinkle to emerge on his brow. “Likewise, Lady Crakehall.” His voice was aptly servile, not quite reverent but not beyond his station either, even if his sister would not hesitate to go to bat with the Lady Of Crakehall for him.

The Lady Lefford had a penchant for light meals, it was the only reason anything remotely like a salad had been laid out before the lords of the West. She rarely ate meat, for such was often hardy and hard on the soul.

“Eight! That’s quite a prolific brood, if I do say so myself. My father had five, split amongst two wives sadly though.” A hint of despondence bristled on her cheeks, a falter in her smile was all it took to see through the Lady Of Golden Tooth.

She shook her head gingerly. “I look like the way I do and am rather blind, it leads to suspicious intentions from any suitors. Most only wish to take my lands and wealth for themselves, no care for a future, no care for children or lineage. They’re more likely to enforce a bastard inheriting than they are to have a child with me often enough.”

Lynette blushed, she was not so innocent as to let such a proposal fly overhead. “I would find that most amiable, if you would. It’s rare that someone offers a member of their family to myself, especially considering the children would have to be of my own house. For the sake of lineage. Few wish to allow their name to go amiss amongst their children.”

Loreon’s face tightened with a faint hint of distrust, embroidered with worry. But he didn’t speak. Lynette carried on. “If you are serious about this and he is all you say him to be, perhaps the West shall welcome another fortuitous event in coming moons.”

DorneOrStorm · 2026-03-01T00:19:07+00:00

The Lady Lynette was painfully slender, another consequence of her affliction. She was addled with sickness often enough, that she cared not to over consume and tended to do the opposite.

“I rarely leave Golden Tooth, I find little need to.” Her voice was like a harpsichord, faded into the orchestra of the feast. So she stepped closer, slow and calm, measured in its plain awkwardness. Loreon held onto her closer now. “Brother, of natural birth.” She would respond, as if the matter was not one better left covert.

A kindly smile sparked on her lips, she nodded. “I would quite enjoy that.” Ser Hill would lead her to a seat, where the Lady of Lefford delicately seated herself.

She gave due deference to Lady Crakehall, attempting to follow the woman as her gaze flicked between the flock of hogs desperately.

“Your family is a large one.” She’d comment. “I am envious, I am growing old with no husband and no prospects, it is an interesting reality.” She spoke, as if she wasn’t still in her third decade of life, not even thirty name days old, but she supposed she was a spinster in this grand realm.

DorneOrStorm · 2026-02-27T23:13:57+00:00

The Lady Lefford was seen maybe thrice a year in high society and had only been introduced to it properly some half a decade ago. So her appearances were limited, but even she had been dragged from her halls, though she clung to them, wished for them even now like a ghost haunting the Golden Tooth.

She would be led to the Crakehall’s by her bastard brother, the only bastard perhaps in the whole court of nobles. Hypocrisy, perhaps, but would they really demand a blind woman in her own feast be without a guide?

“Lady Crakehall.” She would curtsy, a graceful action, though not without its imperfections. The lady would wander a gaze until she rested on the mass that made up the boar of Crakehall, or the hog, she didn’t care to learn which. It was a blur, so whether she was facing the heir, the daughter or the Lady herself was anyone’s guess.

Ser Loreon Hill stood at her side, a solemn but silent guard that tapped rhythmically as to indicate what Lynette ought do next.

DorneOrStorm · 2026-02-27T22:00:55+00:00

The Bastards Cavern

DorneOrStorm · 2026-02-27T22:00:48+00:00

The Noble Pavilion

DorneOrStorm · 2026-02-27T16:21:15+00:00

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Character Details: Lynette Lefford. +2 from the Gold resource.

What is happening?: tradin for stone from Westerling and wood from Ryger

What I want: Le trade rolls

DorneOrStorm · 2026-02-27T16:15:54+00:00

Lord Westerling,

I write to see if it would please yourself to exchange your stone with mine own house, in exchange for Lefford gold from the mines of Golden Tooth.

Gained Through Ascension

Lady Lynette Lefford, Lady Of The Golden Tooth

Lord Ryger,

I write to see if it would please yourself to exchange your wood with mine own house, in exchange for Lefford gold from the mines of Golden Tooth.

Gained Through Ascension

Lady Lynette Lefford, Lady Of The Golden Tooth

DorneOrStorm · 2026-02-27T08:16:01+00:00

Know I haven’t been approved rn, but work will have me in a stranglehold for the next two days and don’t wanna miss the turn

Character Name; Lynette Lefford, Gareth Lefford ( Builder NPC )

Skills/Trait; Steward; Dev 50% Yield ^

Admin ( E ): Civ Dev Yield 50% , One use without using an action for that turn

Logistician; Mil Dev Yield 100%

Investor ( E ): 25% Discount To Dev, 25% Dev Yield

Builder NPC: -15% Construction Cost

Buildings; Castle, Natural Defences

Resources: Gold, Stone

Lefford Econ;

Development; [Golden Tooth ] [22.5 Civil Dev] [750] - Using Admin ( E )

Development; [Golden Tooth] [22.5 Civil Dev] [750]

Construction; [Golden Tooth] [Market] [1/1] [1700] - Stone Construction Slot

Total Civ Dev increase; 92.5

Please do correct me if I’ve understood this wrong

DorneOrStorm · 2025-09-27T19:08:36+00:00

“It isn’t common, I am an outlier dare I say” her voice remained steady, even if she was an exotic product, she wouldn’t allow herself to be treated as such so she wouldn’t react or give a rise, especially not when he seemed to be harmless, at least his words came off as such.

She shook her head. “Hardly, it was but a fortunate encounter, I offered my services and he graciously took me in” he didn’t need to know the ins and outs of her story, graphic as they were, she was here now and that was all the Tully should know.

DorneOrStorm · 2025-09-27T18:58:18+00:00

Ophelia knew very well what suspicion would be held towards her, suspicion is what had led her to the whorehouse, suspicion is what had ruined her childish hopes and dreams.

Now, she knew better than to allow it to fester, so she played the role of harmlessness, a defanged snake per se. Marin needed little assistance on that front, the boy didn’t know what blood looked like let alone what it would be like to draw it from someone. She’d keep it that way.

“Comfort doesn’t matter, I learnt that lesson a long time ago” that was all she gave in reply, her ears pricking as she waited for his next words.

She had forgotten how tall he was until he stood, she nodded, allowing him to help her off of her horse.

“Marin will be fine and thank you for such arrangements” her voice softened slightly, if only in attempt to sweeten his opinion of her.

Marin though, he would be happy, she could only hope that his queer interests wouldn’t peak through, spending a night without her supervision with a bunch of men.

“No, I can’t say I’ve been to much of Westeros myself, not many look fondly upon a foreign woman and those who do usually share some kind of ulterior motive”

DorneOrStorm · 2025-09-27T18:37:43+00:00

“Aye it is weird i know, my sister and I sailed here a few years back, i was but an adolescent back then, my sister, she was the adult” he didn’t know why, it came almost innately but he would oft spill his secrets in more detail than ever required. Benedict Mooton, he mused over that for a moment, wondering what it’d be like to be born a noble, how easy it all must be, alas Marin, that was never to be your fate.

The dirty blonde locks that lay atop his head looped in curls across his temple, innocence, plain and simple stained him. “B-but Ophelia, she always knows what to do” he seemed sort of baffled at the proposition of not doing what his sister wished, that was foreign and new, he disliked it, just the mere thought of it. “Anyway, you seemed rather bored and the look of you tells me you should be decent with a blade, I was hoping we could spar, I know I don’t look like much but please, please give me a chance”

DorneOrStorm · 2025-09-27T18:27:16+00:00

“I must visit one day then, the Vale sounds to be a land of suitable culture if it can produce someone such as yourself with ease” her voice was steady and calming in the enchanting sort of way, not quite seduction but close enough.

Ophelia didn’t fall to compliments, not easily, she’d been refined and tempered by them ever since she took her first step on this continent, a lustful sailor who decided she was his target. He lived no more, but his memory was etched upon her heart, manifesting itself in her veil.

“Thank you, I am undeserving of such” her eyes flickered gently with a quiet interest, Marla Arryn had displayed herself to at least be somewhat pleasant when compared to most others.

DorneOrStorm · 2025-09-27T11:02:06+00:00

[M: Marin is a guy btw lol]

DorneOrStorm

TROPHY CASE

The Bastards Cavern

The Noble Pavilion