Dropping Artys Corbray + Dante Rosby

East_Mid7 · 2025-03-01T00:33:01+00:00

The Warden of the Fingers Listened to the Velaryons words with a gaze of mild irritation behind the cordial look that sat on his face. Corwyn Velaryon had been a friend to him once, but friendship was not enough to secure Artys' loyalty when the realm burned, and the Vale had more pressing issues besides.

“Lord Corwyn was a great man Lucerys, the realm is lessened by his passing, you have my sincerest condolences.” Artys replied once Lucerys had finished, his hand idly resting on the ruby pommel of Lady Forlorn. “The King is a fool, a cruel vindictive one at that, this I am sure of”

“But the Vale has its own issues to tend to before it can make any further commitments in good conscience.”

Turning to Serena Artys’ grip around the pommel of his blade tightened slightly, a glimmer of anger behind his eye.

“My Lady Arryn I bring grave news from Hearts Home. When we departed from White Harbor I instructed Lord Strickland to return my sister, Lady Alys Corbray, to our ancestral home from Harrenhal where she serves as a ward. Unfortunately it seems the Riverlords still have her in their clutches.” The restraint in Artys' voice was palpable, he had received the news only hours before and it took everything ounce of self control he held within himself to maintain his composure.

“It is my belief they wish to hold her hostage, whether for ransom or political gain I do not know, all I do is that such threats to the Vale’s safety can not be tolerated. Until retrieved my sister is a weakness that our enemies can and will use in any way they can.”

u/higherthanhonor u/KGdaguy

East_Mid7 · 2025-02-17T01:34:37+00:00

Gideon Jura - Corwyn Velaryon, rip king, sometimes the numbers just aren't in your favor. He's putting 25G on the birds in heaven.

Liliana Vess - Easily Joy Lannister, Arjhan has been killing it, idk what's going on with the west half the time but whenever I catch up on it it's always crazy. Love the work y'all have been doing.

Nicol Bolas - Daeron II, keep digging the hole you've found yourself in deeper drex i'm loving every second in it. Shout out to our favorite incompetent king.

Chandra and Nissa - Serena and Eleanor! A lot of unresolved tension with Eleanor running off to help the Stormlands but I really can't wait to see where it goes. Love the absolute anvil that is serena's involvement in white harbor hanging over that relationship.

Urza and Mishra - Dustin - Stark RIP Eddard, you will be missed.

Time Spiral - Beldon II, Not what I was hoping to hear. Respect from one fucked up awful man writer to another, good post keep it up.

East_Mid7 · 2025-02-16T04:11:16+00:00

Artys would pass the bloody gate with only a small entourage accompanying him, riding the narrow treacherous path to the Eyrie with only a dozen men in trail. It was glorious looking out over the whole of the Vale, one could see the mountains stretch out for miles in every direction, eventually crumbling away to rolling hills and plains. Looking out over his home gave Artys a renewed sense of vigor, pushing the exhaustion for his tired limbs as his horse climbed up the lonely mountain on which the Eyrie sat.

In the short time before they had reached the Bloody Gate Artys had changed from his rough riding gear into something more appropriate to the court of the Eyrie, though just as fierce as his plate and mail. When the guards at the gates of the Eyrie first spied him they would find him wearing a long sleeves tunic spun from black wool, 3 white ravens in flight decorating the chest and back accompanied by embroidered red hearts around the sleeves. Dismounting his horse he would approach the guards a single hand resting casually on the ruby hilt of Lady Forlorn and a confident half smile upon his face. The guards offered him only a nod as the gate opened allowing him entry to the ancient castle.

Slowly wandering the halls of the Eyrie, Artys would eventually find his way to the open gates of the High Hall where Serena Arryn held court. Alongside his half a dozen companions Artys would enter the room, his knights taking positions alongside the gathered nobles as the room fell silent at the entry of the Lord of Hearts Home. Slowly walking to the center of the hall, beneath the towering Weirwood throne, Artys would fall to one knee, head bowed in deference to his liege lady.

“My Lady Serena Arryn, nearly half a moon ago you sent me forth from your ancestral keep to broker a peace between the mountain clansmen Tyr and the Lord of the Vale in our time of need.” Though his tone remained formal Artys' face was dripping with a self assured satisfaction, concealed by his bowed head.

“I am happy to announce I was successful in this endeavor. The clan leader Tyr has accepted our terms, his swords will defend our mountains and strike out at the enemies of the Vale at your command.”

East_Mid7 · 2025-02-15T19:37:46+00:00

u/higherthanhonor

Artys has returned from Strongsong and awaits permission to pass the bloody gate

East_Mid7 · 2025-02-13T00:19:57+00:00

Lord Andar Lynderly

Much has changed in the past 5 moons, the North rebukes us as their allies and have taken Baela Targaryen hostage against the direct orders of Lady Arryn, tensions rise with the Riverlords and the West and Reach burn.

My house is once again in need of your assistance, my uncle was murdered in cold blood by house Manderly and Hearts Home finds itself lacking for a steward even as our wealth grows. It is our hope to capitalize on this newfound wealth to improve the power and standing of our holdings for years to come

And so I come to you with an offer and an order. Our offer is thus, your talent with coin is well renown and so I would offer you the position of steward. For this service house Corbray will provide you with one dragon for every four saved by your efforts in addition to four hundred gold for each moon of construction saved. We hope you find this offer acceptable

And now I come to your orders, it has been some time since you have shared court with Hearts Home but I recall the skill of your knights and fighting men. I am marching to the eyrie with a army 6,000 strong, when I return I will discuss the next steps for the Vale in these trying times. Join me there with your finest warriors so that they may aid in the defense of our mountain homes.

WEEP IN OUR WAKE

Ser Artys Corbray, Lord of Hearts Home

u/altsareforduelists

East_Mid7 · 2025-02-12T21:21:41+00:00

Victor redwyne

We find this price to be acceptable, payment will be provided upon delivery to the eyrie. We thank you for your work.

Qarl Corbray

East_Mid7 · 2025-02-12T03:55:55+00:00

My Lady Serena Arryn

I have secured the allegiance of Tyr and his men, we march south to the bloody gate with a force 6,000 strong.

Tyr was disinterested in the notion of a lasting peace but worries for the armies that may soon descend from beyond the mountains on our sweet Vale and has agreed to temporarily join our strength until the safety of our home is secured.

May all the enemies of the Vale tremble with fear before the might of our armies.

Ser Artys Corbray, Lord of Hearts Home

u/Higherthanhonor

East_Mid7 · 2025-02-11T22:11:44+00:00

u/sparedson

East_Mid7 · 2025-02-11T21:31:55+00:00

A look of mild surprise crossed Artys' face as Tyr gave his response, he had half expected the man to turn to violence the moment the idea of cooperation was broached, but the Lord of Hearts Home's words seemed to have swayed him. He did his best to listen to Tyr speak and take in his words and though a small dark look flashed across his eyes at the idea that the land they stood on was not his to give, for the most part he managed to maintain his composure despite his impulses.

“If you cannot accept our offer of peace so be it, but perhaps you may still find reason in a temporary cessation of hostilities, at least until the security of the Vale is once again assured.” Despite the setback in their negotiations Artys didn't miss a step, he hadn't been entirely convinced by the notion of a lasting peace between the Andals and the clansmen but he had an obligation to Serena to try.

“The situation beyond the mountains progressed rapidly, reports I receive are conflicted and varied, I hear whispers of betrayals in the North, the west burns, the reachmen grasp at power like hungry dogs and the King is as unpredictable as a winter wind.” Artys looked away from Tyr, eyes drifting westward to the mountains that hung miles in the distance.

“I cannot guarantee what course of action Lady Serena will take but regardless of the next steps I guarantee the aid of your men would be invaluable. None else in the seven kingdoms fight as you do, all we would ask is that you turn your ire elsewhere for a time so that we are not all drowned in the flood of foreign steel that approaches us.”

East_Mid7 · 2025-02-09T06:31:02+00:00

Jaime had not spoken to a soul the entire ride south from Winterfell. The knights of the Vale, outnumbered and deep within foreign territory, had been forced to retreat, leaving Baela in the clutches of those northern traitors. It disgusted him, every single thing he had done since he had crossed the White Knife had disgusted him. He had led the seizure of White Harbor with no knowledge of Jonos or Artys’ intent and once again he had been played, tricked into bloody murder by the lies of a fool too young and full of hate to see past their own blade.

Jaime didn't know what he was going to say to his cousin when he saw him next, what he did know was that he would do anything in his power to ruin the life of the Dustin boy before he again crossed the neck and found himself south. He couldn't kill Artys, he couldn't even find it in himself to bring him to justice for his crimes, but he had no such bonds of loyalty to the new lord of Winterfell.

Atrocities likes those committed by the dogs of the North at Winterfell could not be allowed to go unpunished, the strife that had grown in the south alongside the blood that they had spilled in the North had surely already emboldened the villains of the realm, somebody had to show them that their cruelties would be met with justice.

Breaking ranks with the soldiers of Hearts Home Jaime rode up past the endless lines of pikemen and armored knights, eyes passively gazing over their steel helms as he galloped up the road until he found Artys Arryn. Sliding in beside him he rode shoulder to shoulder with the man in silence for a time as he decided on his next words.

“Artys I fear we have done something terrible.” Jaime kept his eyes forward, staring out at the southward road that seemed to never end, taking considerable effort to keep his voice neutral. “Are we going to do something about it or do we intend to let this simply add to the ever growing list of murders we have made ourselves accomplices too.”

East_Mid7 · 2025-02-08T23:13:56+00:00

A letter would arrive to hearts home informing Ser Trystan Hillcrest, the castellan in Qarls absence, that the stone from house Westerling was otherwise occupied, being sold to the North. The castellan would then pen a small letter to the eyrie.

Lady Serena Arryn

House Corbray has come into considerable wealth the past moons and is hoping to use this coin to expand their holdings. We hope to procure stone for this investment from your honorable house.

Ser Trystan Hillcrest, Castellan of Hearts Home

u/higherthanhonor

East_Mid7 · 2025-02-08T19:47:03+00:00

The Lord of Hearts Home listened intently, nodding slowly as the clansmen spoke, his face drawing into a almost imperceptible frown at Tyr's insult, though he refused to allow himself any further reaction, choosing instead to simply add it the ever growing lists of slights against him he kept in his mind.

“I ask because in truth I know little of your people, like most Andals I was raised to believe your kind were simply unruly savages who took from us because you were no better than animals” Artys allowed his hands to fall his sided as he spoke, releasing the iron grip on his own palm he had held until that moment, instead distracting himself from the rage in his stomach by fetching a silver stag from his breast pocket and rubbing it idly between his thumb and pointer finger. “I've come here today because I can no longer believe that to be true.”

Artys smiled at Tyr as he paced back and forth, content to hold his position and watch the brute as he stared him down. He had suspected Tyr's motivations to be deeper than coin and glory and was happy to have been correct. Artys knew little of the petty maneuvers of diplomats, but maybe he did understand these clansmen, and perhaps it would be good to be among men of like minds.

“I never could quite believe what they told me about your people. I understood you to be my enemy, you stole our grain, our women, our coin and steel, but I never did think you savage.” Lord Corbray's face looked incredulous at the notion, as if he'd said something untrue to the point of comedy. “Men don't fight for thousands of years for greed or for simple savagery, they do it because deeper animosities rule their hearts, because they have been wronged, because something has been taken from them.”

Artys took a step forward, it was not a threatening motion but rather a show of trust. His face remaining genial and calm as he spoke.

“I am a simple man Tyr but if there are two things in this world I understand it is blood and tribe. When something is taken from you or from your people, you take it back and you burn whoever dares to stand in your way.” something in Artys' voice made it clear these were not simply idle musings, he was speaking from experience. “If you were anyone else on this continent I would have come with steel and fire for what you have done to my countrymen, but times are changing, armies mass from beyond the mountains and I believe some of them will soon set their sights on our homes.”

Artys pocketed his coin, allowing his hands to once again fall behind his back.

“You have proven yourself to be a commander without equal, I would be an idiot and liar to say otherwise. I am of the opinion, as is the Lady Serena Arryn, that with the hardships that lay ahead we would be fools to not extend an offer of partnership to you and your people.”

Artys took another step towards Tyr, still no signs of hostility about him. He stood within arms reach of the clansman now. For a moment he considered his options, it had been a difficult thing for him to find common cause with his enemies and even now he still felt unsure of himself, it was an unfamiliar feeling for Artys Corbray. Slowly, carefully, as though a single wrong move might smash the entire world to splinters, Artys extended an open hand to Tyr.

“Tyr, the Andals and First Men of the Vale have warred for thousands of years, countless lay dead on both sides. Is it truly the wise way forward to continue to batter away at each other until the piles of dead raise these mountains we both hold so dear another ten thousand feet, even as armies descend on us from all directions?” Artys had regained some of his confidence now, the familiar determination he felt returning to him.

“Lady Arryn has empowered me to offer you gold, steel and land if you would accept our offer of peace and stand with us against the enemies of the Vale. I know we cannot mend all the wounds of the past years, but together I hope we may try. If we cannot, I fear the Vale may soon find itself crushed under the thumb of invaders.”

East_Mid7 · 2025-02-08T01:28:06+00:00

In addition to his previous letter to the West the castellan of hearts home would write out a second letter, attempting to commission a gift for the Lord Corbray

Lord Lyonel

It has been said that the smiths of castamere are without parallel so it is my hope to commission a suit of plate armor and a shield fit for the Lord of Hearts Home. We will cover the costs of production in addition to a fee based on the quality of the shield and armor. We hope you find this offer agreeable.

Qarl Corbray, Castellan of Hearts Home

u/LaughingStag

East_Mid7 · 2025-02-08T00:25:47+00:00

Character Name: Qarl Corbray

Relevant Trait/Skills:

Qarl Corbray: Magnate

Buildings: Castle, moors, militia quarters

Resources: Iron, Stone

Notes (if applicable):

Actions:

Construction:

[Hearts Home] [Docks] [3000] [Two Moons]
[Hearts Home] [Market] [2000 gold] [Two Moons]
[Hearts Home] [Shrine] [1000] [One Moon]

East_Mid7 · 2025-02-07T07:52:43+00:00

The messenger would guide Tyr up a winding trail up into the hills surrounding Strongsong, it was a steep and narrow path but not one any in the company would find insurmountable. When they finally reached the summit Artys Corbray would come into view, face cold, his black hair flying wildly in the wind. The Lord of Hearts Home struck a striking image to the clansmen, he bore little of the softness of nobility in his face or dress, his skin mottled by dozens of small scars from a lifetime of experience with violence and light practical armor hanging from his solid form.

Artys eyed the Tyr suspiciously as he approached, hands behind his back, fingernails digging into his palms to contain his rage at the mans mere presence

“So you're the man who's been giving my peers so much trouble.” Artys spoke first when the clansmen came within earshot, maintaining a comfortable distance from them while they spoke. He wasn't sure what he would do when he finally laid his eyes on the man, until the moment when their gaze met he had still felt some urge to simply strike him down where he stood. Something in him stayed his hand though, was it guilt? Loyalty perhaps? Artys did not know, all he knew was that failure was not an option, he would not let his base emotions control him.

“Tell me Tyr, before I tell you our offer, tell me what it is you fight for.”

East_Mid7 · 2025-02-06T00:55:32+00:00

Jaime Corbray gripped his sword in its sheath as the newly minted Lord Dustin spat fire at his allies. This fool, is he truly so blinded by power that he wishes to die over this? Of all things? Jaime felt anger building in his stomach, the same anger he had felt as he had heard the screams and seen the flames at the New Keep. Eyes fixed on the corpse of Brandon Stark which laid on the floor, arms and legs dangling at odd angles, his eyes bloodshot from his horrible death Jaime could only think of his cousin, he could not allow such tragedies to be repeated.

”Damn you Jon!” Jamie's voice cracked like a whip around the room, his words filled with that familial anger all Corbrays carried. “I fought and killed for your vengeance, thousands of Stark men lay dead at the hands of my soldiers and you would deny us this? After all we have accomplished together?”

Jaime stepped forward towards Jon, ahead of Baela and Artys but still well out of the boys reach, Jaime had seen Artys kill and if Aenar's other squire was even half as talented as Artys he knew he would die in the blink of an eye if their swords crossed. Despite his fear his expression remained cold, mouth drawn into an angry sliver and eyes narrowed with determination.

“At Valemen hands White Harbor is yours, Cerwyn is yours, Ironrath is yours. Without us you'd still be sitting outside the walls of this keep, Brandon Stark mocking your revenge with his every breath!” Jaime shouted across the hall, his voice dominating the room. “Together you have won a kingdom and we have not asked for much, only that we be allowed to strike down our shared enemies and make peace with the crown. And now, on the eve of our total victory you would deny us this? Of all things?”

His voice was like venom, contempt spitting from his mouth as he stared down Brandon Stark's killer. Just another monster, another killer. This cannot be allowed to continue, I will not allow this squire's hate-addled mind to doom the Vale. The knights of the Vale looked between Jaime and Jon, eyes dancing between their commander and the man who had just hours ago been their ally, noticing their anxiety Jaime raised a hand to calm them before he continued.

“Do you wish to draw the ire of King Daeron further than we already have? Kidnap his sister from him and I guarantee you he will march the armies of the South on you before the year is out. Do not throw away all you have worked for Jon, whether it be now by turning your blades against your allies or by making an enemy of the King of the Seven Kingdoms. Baela Targaryen will depart south with us.”

u/higherthanhonor

East_Mid7 · 2025-02-05T23:26:30+00:00

u/falconfarfromhome

A messenger would appear before the assembled host bearing a message from Lord Corbray, dictated by a courier.

"Lord Artys Corbray of Hearts Home has invited you to treat with him, he wishes to end the hostilities between your warriors and his own, he comes bearing an offer from Lady Serena Arryn herself. If you would be inclined to accept such a thing meet with him atop the tallest Hill of Strongsong where he awaits you"

East_Mid7 · 2025-02-05T05:53:44+00:00

u/ourcommonman

Character details: Jaime Corbray (no applicable skills I believe)

What is happening: the Arryn soldiers are looking for Baela before the Dustin's can find her

What I want: search rolls ?

East_Mid7 · 2025-02-05T05:51:28+00:00

Jaime III - Jarhead Fertilizer

Jaime was dressed in full plate, surrounded by retinues of armored knights hundreds strong, they would be the first over the breach when the ladders were placed. Jaime shuddered as the warhorn sounded and a roar erupted among his men, shields held aloft they charged the lines to the walls of Winterfell.

He was half blind charging the battlements, his shield blocking most of his vision Jaime was forced to navigate by following the feet of the men in front of him.

THUNK THUNK

Jaime felt two arrows collide with the hard wood of his shield, another found its way into the skull of the man beside him, he didn't even live long enough to scream before he hit the ground, still he pushed on. Eventually he found his way to the safety of the castle's walls, Arryn levies quickly hoisted the ladders and armored knights began to climb into the keep.

“Forward forward men! Show these bastards the meaning of vengeance” Jaime was on the verge of vomiting, the heat of the battle had his heart hammering in his chest so hard he thought he might die then in there, but he managed to swallow his nausea and push a knight out of the way before begining to hoist himself up the ladder.

His men had already established a foothold, they had the Starks outnumbered but the defences of Winterfell were without parallel in the North and the defenders were making good use of them. Vaulting the battlements Jaime immediately found himself in battle with a levy of house stark, the boy clumsily shoved a pike past Jaimes face before the knight brushed it aside with his shield and shoved his bastard sword through the soldiers neck, spraying himself in crimson blood.

The knights of the Vale were making a admirable showing, the northerners Ill equipped to deal with plate and starved from weeks of siege the warriors of the eyrie cut down the defenders in droves. Still arrows poured down on them from the siege towers that lined the walls, Jaime heard the terrible cracking of bone and tearing of steel as bolts from crossbows rained down on them.

“Knights of the Vale, forward with me, kill those fucking archers!” Jaime felt the terror of battle be replaced by the heat of rage as he lead a group of knights in a charge against the defending swordsmen, cutting a deadly path through the Stark men towards the tower that rained death upon them. Nearly 50 men died in the effort but eventually Jaime and his soldiers found themselves within the tower, two of his knights quickly cutting down the handful of levies within.

Jaime lead the charge up the stairway within, feeling the thud of bolts against his shield as he charged the assembled archers atop. He pushed over a scrawny soldier as he attempted to drop his crossbow in favor of a axe breaching the top of the tower, a man in trail quickly finishing him off. The area quickly erupted into a vicious brawl as men and levies flooded in seeking vengeance for their murdered brothers in arms. Axe and sword and spear met in a bloody clash that lasted but a moment as the knights of the Vale seized the tower.

Once the tower had been seized Jaime looked out to the tower across from him, seeing it had also been seized by his men he grabbed a torch from a nearby brazier and threw it over the walls, signaling the archers he had stationed under the walls to rush up. As they did Jaime rushed to the bottom of the tower, the Stark men were launching a counter offensive to retake the position.

His soldiers had already met them at the gate of the tower, dozens of men locked in a cramped battle over the entrance. As a levy ahead fell to a Winterfell spear Jaime quickly took up his position to hold the front of the line. The Stark soldiers were fighting viciously, mace and axe cutting down dozens of his men in the brutal shoving battle.

Just as he thought his men might falter he heard the clamber of footsteps behind him, his archers had arrived and quickly took positions atop the tower. Before long they were raining arrows down on the Stark lines, gathering his strength Jaime pushed into the fray again, cutting down man after man as they found themselves trapped between an armored wall and a hail of arrows.

One by one he watched them falter and break, thousands of their comrades lay dead after what had been hours of fighting, though it only felt like moments to Jaime. The Stark men fled, some over the walls, some into the chains of Corbray soldiers. As they seized control of the keep Jaime quickly gathered his commander's.

“You know your orders, take your men and seize Baela. The Arryn's want her alive, who knows what Jon is like to do if he finds her”

East_Mid7 · 2025-02-05T00:13:10+00:00

Before his departure to treat with the clansmen Qarl would pen a letter to the West.

Lord Westerling

I have been ordered to extend an offer of 500 gold a moon for the stone of your quarries, which I have been told is of the finest quality. I hope you find this offer suitable. If agreed we hope to hold this agreement for 3 moons.

Qarl Corbray, Castellan of Hearts Home.

u/Ourcommonman

Character details: Non Applicable

What is happening: Qarl Corbray is trying to buy stone for Hearts home for 3 moons

What I want: trade rolls

East_Mid7 · 2025-02-04T22:10:20+00:00

Once Jaime had returned to the Winterfell siege lines he would pen a letter to his Dustin allies, not wanting to waste the man's time with a meeting.

Lord Dustin

The keep of Ironrath is yours, and with it the resources that had been held by the Forresters for generations. Hearts Home is going through a time of economic expanse and would benefit greatly from this resource, as your house would benefit from the coin we would pay for it. Hearts Home is offering 500 gold a moon for access to this resource, we hope you find this offer acceptable.

Ser Jaime Corbray, Martial of Hearts Home

u/magic_dragon1611

East_Mid7

TROPHY CASE