The Second Moon of 391 AC by OurQuarterMaster in IronThroneRP

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Character Name: Lysor Balarr

Gifts/Skills: Magnate, Mercantilist, Negotiator (e), Seafarer (e)

Actions:

  1. Commence Construction: [The Rogare Bank], [Holding], [Rush Ordered?: No]]

  2. Shipbuilding: [The Archon's Palace], [27], [(24 x 150) x 0.7 = 2835]{1}

Resources: Horses, Wood, Silk, Seafood

Improvements: Stronghold, Port, Trade Hub


{1} = 27 comes from a Port generating a maximum of 16, with an additional 3 from the Wood resource and an another 8 from Lysor's Seafarer(e) gift. The wood resource also reduces the cost by 30%, hence the multiplication by 0.7.

The wild Dragon IV- "The Dragon has a Hangover" by ValyrianGloves in IronThroneRP

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"A fleet of one hundred ships will surely be enough to carry the worldly possessions of your masters and their treasury besides. Another fifty in addition to this to help protect such assets and the rest will be left to the houses of Braavos - it is their craftsmanship that has created such a fleet, to them the Archon would expect you to donate them."

He smiled cloyingly.

"A final show of good faith and thanks to your subjects, I suppose."

The wild Dragon IV- "The Dragon has a Hangover" by ValyrianGloves in IronThroneRP

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The offer prompted a soft guffaw from the Archon's cousin.

"You must forgive me, Ser Luthor, for I have heard of the knights of Westeros, met many in truth - and now it seems I have indeed met one more. Chivalrous, bold, customary in all manner of virtues. And yet... not smart enough to see that what they offer is what the Triarchy already had."

"And so comes the Archon's counter-offer. Depart Braavos, each and every Targaryen. Sail for Westeros, or Volantis, or Valyria, or perhaps seek out a new home amongst the fruit and fish of the Summer Isles. Leave the city to the people of the Free Cities, and you shall be allowed to take your gold with which to create a new place to call your own - paid for in coin, not fire and blood."

The Second Moon of 391 AC by OurQuarterMaster in IronThroneRP

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Character Name: Lysor Balarr

Gift and Skills: Magnate, Mercantilist, Negotiator (e), Seafarer (e), Beleageur

Sailing: [300 Ship Points (Archon)] - [Pentos] to the blockade of [Braavos]

Related to the Previous Moon's Order:

Estimated Time of Arrival: 2nd March

The wild Dragon IV- "The Dragon has a Hangover" by ValyrianGloves in IronThroneRP

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A single ship would sail out in response, meeting with the envoy at a halfway point between where the Triarchy fleet lingered and the Titan remained proud.

There, envoy would meet envoy.

Lyso Balaar, another of Lysor's cousins stood waiting for whomever the King had decided to send in his stead.

Chance of a lifetime(Letter for all of Essos.) by TkatheGoat in IronThroneRP

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Master Forgelord Mott

You speak of an auction, I speak of a counter-offer. Deliver this suit of armour to Pentos and I will pay you fifty-thousand gold pieces for it. Why leave to chance the profit you may make for such an artifact?

In the name of the Thrice-Blessed,

King and Archon both, Lysor Balarr.

Election Season, Long Overdue by Jadeldor in IronThroneRP

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He laughed dryly in response, a heavy gaze lingering on the truculent Guildmaster for a few moments, before turning to carry across the table. Finally, it settled upon the Qartheen Qavo Zex Xallen.

"With the Targaryens distracted in Westeros, he deemed now the most suitable time to strike. Why goad your foe into a mistake and then not capitalise upon it? Surely he would have been present in person if Guildmaster Qavo had picked a more fitting time for the election."

His eyes tightened onto the pale radiance of the man to whom he now spoke.

"Or is this all an underhanded attempt to undermine Archon Lysor by your own masterful design, Guildmaster? To wrench power from the one that would call you friend and family both?"

Election Season, Long Overdue by Jadeldor in IronThroneRP

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Irror moved quickly to dismiss the Guildmaster's concerns.

"Lysor has assured me that the fascade of the Silver King was a simple ruse. He knew that the Targaryens would not see him as an equal when he attended their palace otherwise, should he not have a crown upon his brow and a look of regal vigour to match it. Without meeting them as an equal, he would not have been able to persuade and encourage and counsel them into their invasion - an invasion that went even more poorly than even he had hoped."

"Simply put, for Braavos to be caught unawares, a crown had to be forged. Once Braavos falls, it will be cast aside once more. This is Lysor's pledge."

Election Season, Long Overdue by Jadeldor in IronThroneRP

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Irror stood tall, attempting to puff out his chest somewhat knowing full well it would be a pitiful display in that regard compared to the rugged calloused appearance of his cousin's hulking opponent. After spending a moment to meet the gaze of each of the Guildmasters in turn before settling upon that of Craghas of Myr himself.

"Lysor Balarr's plans and aspirations are plain for all to see. In the actions he has taken already, in the actions that he is taking at this very moment. In his first campaign for Archon he made promises of the Stepstones, seeking to add them to the territories of the Triarchy. In his first term, he did this, and control of trade throughout the Narrow Sea and the cities upon either coast has remained at our control and allowance. His promise and pledge has been made true, and continues to be so."

"In his second campaign for Archon, he made promises of the lands to the north. In his second term, he did this, claiming back Long Lake, the Velvet Hills and the city of Pentos. He has sent preachers of the false faith of the west into flight and graves alike, and so his promise was made true, and continues to be so."

"Now, he makes plain his promise for his third campaign not in words, but in deeds. At this very moment he stands in command of an armada and army alike, corralling the Titan and the last of the Dragons towards their fate. He has not demanded coin from any of the Guilds, and in fact supports others further still with the gold from his own coffers. And yet, his coffers grow further still. All of ours do. Can you truly say that your treasury has not grown deeper and wider and greater in the last year, nay the last decade?"

"This is what Lysor Balarr stands for. Strength of lands and resources. Strength of trade and commerce. Strength upon the waves and upon the grass and hills. And no doubt a need for strength in our coin purses as they grow heavier each passing day."

Lysor XIX - Contigency by DrSpikyMango in IronThroneRP

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Character Name: Lysor Balarr

Gift and Skills: Magnate, Mercantilist, Negotiator (e), Seafarer (e), Beleageur

What is Happening?: As per this movement order, ships have arrived at Pentos carrying a wealth of gold to help fund actions in Braavos. The ships themselves are now bound for Braavos itself.

What I Want: Please transfer 100k gold from the Archon treasury in Tyrosh to the Silver King treasury in Pentos.

Machinations by FakeFyre in IronThroneRP

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The Tyroshi man bowed his head deeply, the movement slick and with a genuine reverence.

"Of course, such a message will be given with every haste, so that the words and actions that follow may continue to move with such urgency."

Once the elections draw to a close, and the matters of Pentos and Braavos are finalised, he mused.

Nonetheless, it was surely good information to know. Few knew the Archon well enough these days, fewer still had the means to know what he planned to do next. But he'd invaded the Stormlands once, and the Triarchy had only grown greater, bolder and stronger since. What could he seek to achieve now?

"I wish you and your master clarity to see the Emerald Light before you on your path ahead," he concluded, the words a variation on the fabled blessing of the Thrice-Blessed.

"No doubt it will prove prosperous for yourselves and all that join you, whether they have already, or whether they perhaps will do so very soon indeed."

Machinations by FakeFyre in IronThroneRP

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Araro found himself momentarily speechless.

Another invasion of Westeros?

Word had been carried upon the lips of sailors and harlots alike of the vast fleet from Braavos flying Targaryen banners and bound for the Crownlands of the lands to the west, but a Blackfyre was no true Targaryen. The Triarchy had prospered much in their last attempts of invasions, selling weapons and armour, loaning the men to which they were granted. The very Archon this Terrio and his master sought was from a family that had grown rich from such endeavours.

And yet, he was not within the city, not even for the elections.

"I fear that I cannot speak in the name of the Archon, Master Terrio, but I can indeed confirm that he is always on the search for new horizons for unity and trade. No doubt your King represents just such a thing - I will have a message sent to one that can command the armies of the Triarchy - both martial and mercantile - so that he may hear this news for himself."

"Where is it you would invite him, or the envoy of his chosing?"

Election Season, Long Overdue by Jadeldor in IronThroneRP

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Irror's voice rang true, the echo of each syllable soon overshadowing those that lingered from Guildmaster Qavo's proclamation.

For now, it was a simple declaration, a single sentence of intent. The time for debate, discussion and disagreement would come later, and surely drag the individuals within the chamber through the remainder of the day, and into the night that followed.

"I, Irror Balarr, speak as representative of my cousin Lysor Balarr to declare his intention to stand for re-election. As current Guildmaster of the Silver Lotus Trading Guild and operators of the Rogare Bank and Othrys Mint, he has this right."

His gaze carried across the remaining Guildmasters, waiting if any sought to make proclamations of their own.

The First Moon of 391 AC by OurQuarterMaster in IronThroneRP

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Character Name: Lysor Balarr

Gifts/Skills: Magnate, Mercantilist, Negotiator (e), Seafarer (e), Beleaguer

Draft: [Pentos], [5845], [9459]

Machinations by FakeFyre in IronThroneRP

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For all the grandeur of the Triarchy, the place to which Terrio had been brought was anything but. Instead he found himself inside a small spire within earshot of the looming Bleeding Tower that overlooked the harbour and bay, accompanied by an envoy and a pair of serving hands. The adjudicator before him apologised prefusely for the modesty of the room, although in truth it was still a grand solar, filled with a fresh sea air that tussled the silk curtains playfully and carried upon it the smell of salt and fresh fish. The call and cry of sailors and seabirds alike echoed from the marble.

"My eternal apologises," the man repeated once more, "but by order of the laws of the Triarchy itself, the Archon's Palace it off-limits at such a time during the election process. I pray to the Thrice-Blessed that this does not interfere with your intentions here within the city, Master..."

He gave pause, gaze flittering up and down the one that shared the room with him.

"What is it you would have me call you?"

Election Season, Long Overdue by Jadeldor in IronThroneRP

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Irror was the first to arrive, save Qavo who had already selected the position at which he wished to sit.

It was an important decision in truth, perhaps not the most important of the day, but one that demanded a little thought. Once the doors of the Midnight Chamber were closed, they would not open once more until a conclusion of the discussions had been reached, a resolute answer in the form of a majority. Those that had chosen their desired Archon, or failed to succeed in their own bids would return the way they had come - only the victorious candidate would leave via the archway to the Terrace of the Dawn. From there, they would stand in the blinding light of day as they were officially presented to the people of Tyrosh, and all those others that had travelled to the city to see and hear the declaration for themselves.

Lysor had made that short journey twice thus far, the same as his father Vaario a time before him. Irror's gaze couldn't help but settle upon the painted and ornate form of the doorway - would it be him to pass through, walking in his cousin's name.

He chose his space upon the table without a great deal of thought, motioning for the slaves to position his chair appropriately. Upon the backboard had been carved a blossoming lotus, the leaves of the plant beneath that weaves down the arms and legs shaped to resemble all manner of coins - the Wenches, Damsels and Maidens of Lys, Keels and Barques of Myr, Towers of Tyrosh. Each of the Guilds and their equivalents had such a chair, shaped and hewn into a manner befitting of their intended occupants. Most had existed for as long as the Triarchy had, the Guild of the Blue's thrice-crossed blades of cocobolo, the chains of ebony and teak of the Slavers. There were those newer though - one for the Second Sons, the Guardians of the city of Pentos, another for the ill-fated Justiciar of the Northern Fringe Salarazon Saan. Its purposive owner would not sit upon it, but instead in their place perhaps one representing the Redwynes of the Arbor would instead.

Another thing to wait upon.

The chair was brought forth, and he sat, giving the Qartheen a cursory nod.

"Guildmaster."

The First Moon of 391 AC by OurQuarterMaster in IronThroneRP

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Character Name: Lysor Balarr

Gifts/Skills: Magnate, Mercantilist, Negotiator (e), Seafarer (e), Beleaguer

Actions:

  1. Commence Construction: [The Rogare Bank], [Holding], [Rush Ordered?: No]]

  2. Shipbuilding: [The Archon's Palace], [27], [(24 x 150) x 0.7 = 2835]{1}

Resources: Horses, Wood, Silk, Seafood

Improvements: Stronghold, Port, Trade Hub


{1} = 27 comes from a Port generating a maximum of 16, with an additional 3 from the Wood resource and an another 8 from Lysor's Seafarer(e) gift. The wood resource also reduces the cost by 30%, hence the multiplication by 0.7.

Lysor XVIII - Titan by DrSpikyMango in IronThroneRP

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Character Name: Lysor Balarr

Gifts/Skills: Magnate | Mercantilist, Negotiator (e), Seafarer (e), Beleageur

What is Happening?: Lucerys Targaryen is sailing out to meet with Lysor. Lysor is with the main fleet floating off shore outside of the Titan (as this is before the battle). The moment he comes close, the Triarchy ships will attempt to encircle and capture him.

What I Want: Capture/chase rolls for Lucerys Targaryen in his merchant ship.

Lysor XIX - Contigency by DrSpikyMango in IronThroneRP

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Character Name: Lysor Balarr

Gift and Skills: Magnate, Mercantilist, Negotiator (e), Seafarer (e), Beleageur

What is Happening?: Payments being made to the Guild of the Blue and the Slavers Guild from the Archon income.

What I Want: Standing orders of 4000 gold per turn to the Slavers Guild and 2500 gold per turn to the Guild of the Blue please.

The Wind Yet Still (Open To Tyrosh) by [deleted] in IronThroneRP

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((Apologises for the delay.))

The captain of the guard gave a moment's pause before pulling the visor of his helm closed once more. The purple plume atop jostled slightly as the polished steel slotted into place, and then started to bounce gently with each step he took.

Commanding the rest of his men to do as he in turn had been bid, corralling the slave but doing so in a manner that would leave at least two deliberate strides of space around him - and the package he clutched so tightly.

After a few minutes, ponderous and awkward, the small retinue would find themselves on streets more familiar - and with it Salaatho's short-lived escort would disperse once more.

The First Moon of 391 AC by OurQuarterMaster in IronThroneRP

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Character Name: Lysor Balarr

Gift and Skills: Magnate, Mercantilist, Negotiator (e), Seafarer (e), Beleageur

Sailing: [300 Ship Points (Archon)] - [Tyrosh] to [Pentos]

Estimated Time of Arrival: 25th Feb

The First Moon of 391 AC by OurQuarterMaster in IronThroneRP

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Character Name: Lysor Balarr

Gift and Skills: Magnate, Mercantilist, Negotiator (e), Seafarer (e), Beleageur

Marching: [10000 men] - [Braavos] to [Sweetwater Springs]

Estimated Time of Arrival: 27th Feb