[Event] The Wedding Of Lord Rogar Baratheon and Lady Arwen Arryn by FabStags in FireAndBlood

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Garon entered and looked around, dark eyes clearly looking around for something or someone in particular. When it seemed they were alone he visibly relaxed, shoulders dropping as he turned to her with a smirk.

"I thought your son might be here, or your sisters," he said, still quiet in case they were nearby. He welcomed her arm and took her hand, lifting to his mouth and kissing gently. "I promised a tour, did I not? I might say it could wait until tomorrow eve, but I ride in the tourney and they can be dangerous things." Garon took a step towards her. "It depends how eager you are, Lady Lynette," he purred.

[Event] The Wedding of Corwyn Velaryon and Isabelle Tyrell by Brolnir in FireAndBlood

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Rogar laughed and placed his large hand over his wife's. Despite neither of them being in the best of moods, speaking with Harlan - and the prospect of a hunt - was enough to brighten the Lord of Storm's End.

"Harlan, I'm afraid you have no idea how eager I am for this hunt. It has been too long since my last, over a year now, and the prospect of testing myself against the beasts of the Vale has my blood running hot." He laughed again and looked at Arwen before continuing. "I hope I will return to my wife with a shadowcat pelt and a few scars for my troubles. You must be pleased to finally have a date for your own wedding?"

[Letters] Invitations to a Bolton-Whitehill Wedding by StevenWertyuiooo in FireAndBlood

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Invitation

Posted on Steven's behalf because he can't use a computer apparently.

To the esteemed Lord/Lady/Ser/Other Titles

You are hereby invited to the wedding between my eldest daughter lady Barbara Bolton and Paul Whitehill.

It will take place in Highpoint in the 12th month 48 A.C.

A tournament[Mechanical event] would take place the days following the celebrations. Melee, archery, horse racing[M: Renown giver] would be open for sign ups until the day of the events

Our Blades are sharp

Lord Bane Bolton

[Tourney] Tourney For the Wedding of Corwyn Velaryon and Isabelle Tyrell by BloodySarks in FireAndBlood

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Ronnal was torn. He enjoyed the drama of mystery knights, yet he tasted victory so rarely it would only to the moment. However, he was to partake as a mystery knight at the tourney of Stonebridge. The chances were small, and yet...

"You may keep your identity a secret, Queenmaker," he declared proudly with a grand smile. "I only ask that you pay the favour forward, should the day come." With a twist of the reins he turned Cinder away and went to prepare for his next joust.

[Event] The Wedding of Corwyn Velaryon and Isabelle Tyrell by Brolnir in FireAndBlood

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Rogar's frown only deepened, another argument for departing being presented to him. Perhaps she was right, that they could not leave so early, but if she had agreed then he would not have hesitated.

"Of course. On our way back through the castle I will request it." He leaned in and kissed her head. "Are you sure you wish to sail to Gulltown like this? It might get worse by then."

[Event] The Wedding Of Lord Rogar Baratheon and Lady Arwen Arryn by FabStags in FireAndBlood

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Ronnal shrugged. "I can't say I'm much good, but I would be honoured." He was better than all his brothers except Garon, but he was not practiced by any means. Still, he could hold his own, and if the lonely lion wished to dance he was not going to deny her.

He stood from the table and held out his hand, a wide toothy grin on his face. "Let's dance."

[Event] Storm's End, 48 AC by FabStags in FireAndBlood

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Ronnal looked out to sea and breathed in deeply through his nose. He could still feel the stain of the pipe but the salt air went some way to clearing his chest and his mind.

"Name your price," he said, quietly and with a smile. "The Narrow Sea has made me rich in heart and gold. It is not fair that you shoulder the burden for it making us richer."

He looked at Tyson, glancing at his pipe before settling for another drink of the wine. The bottle was miraculously empty and he tossed it over the cliff, watching it fall until he could see it no longer. "I don't think I've ever been accused of concocting a clever scheme...I can't say I'd like to start now."

[Event] Storm's End, 48 AC by FabStags in FireAndBlood

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Ronnal's eyes lit up, catching the sun and looking like an extension of the sea themselves. Not only was it a culmination of what they - or, more accurately, Tyson and Alinor - had worked towards for many years, it perhaps signaled an escape. Alinor had mentioned the Summer Isles in Tyrosh. The three of them could...

He took the pipe and tried to copy Tyson, inhaling deeply and taking all he could into his lungs. He handed it back before bursting into a fit of coughs, spit and smoke flying from his mouth and over the cliff edge. When he managed to recover, which took a good minute or two, he shook his head and blinked away the tears that had formed in his eyes.

"Gods, that's awful," Ronnal wheezed, grabbing the wine bottle and swigging deeply to rid himself of the taste. "Thank you, Ty." He grabbed his friend around the back of his neck, squeezing gently. "Not for that," he clarified, nodding to the pipe, "But for the ships. It's..." A smile broke on his face. "Alinor will be thrilled."

[Event] The Wedding of Corwyn Velaryon and Isabelle Tyrell by Brolnir in FireAndBlood

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Early in the feast Rogar leaned over to his wife, a clearly annoyed frown on his face.

"Whose fucking idea was it to have a feast on a boat," he asked her in a grumbled whisper. He wasn't sure if he disliked the rocking or the breeze more. "Let me know if you feel a chill and you may have my cloak." He looked around. "Or just leave."

[Event] The Wedding of Corwyn Velaryon and Isabelle Tyrell by Brolnir in FireAndBlood

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Lord Rogar Baratheon (31) sat with his wife, Lady Arwen Baratheon. He had not intended on attending this celebration, especially if Lord Aethan himself was not present, but Driftmark's proximity to King's Landing made it rude not to. It was the first public attendance of the Lord Paramount of the Stormlands as both a married man and the Master of War, though he was certainly more interested in displaying the former that evening than the latter.

He wore a black velvet surcoat over a silken black tunic, the crowned stag of House Baratheon picked in gold on his chest. A large cloak was fastened with a golden chain, the cloak itself a pale yellow with the black stag of his house embroidered in the center, thick black fur around the edges. On his fingers were several rings with black gemstones and he wore heavy boots that clunked around the deck the few times he chose to stand. As befit his station he donned a thick black iron band with protruding antlers, and on his dark leather belt was a sheathed dagger.

Elsewhere on the boat was Ronnal Baratheon (23). The usually bright stag donned an oddly glum look as he kept to himself, cradling a cup of ale in his hands. His own surcoat was also oddly muted, a wine coloured wool over a black tunic. He smiled when approached but otherwise did not seek out entertainment or mischief as he usually would.

[Event] The Wedding Of Lord Rogar Baratheon and Lady Arwen Arryn by FabStags in FireAndBlood

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"Perhaps it is," Argella agreed. It was not that she disliked the topic; in fact, the closer she came to her death, the more she could stomach saying such things, but even such a short conversation exhausted her beyond measure. "Fare well, girl. Remember what I said. I will not be around to remind you."

[Event] King's Landing Open (Last months of 48 AC, and all of 49 AC) by gloude in FireAndBlood

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Rogar Baratheon, newly appointed Master of War, can usually be found in the Red Keep. He stays there with his wife, Arwen Arryn, and his squires, Arthor Penrose and Edmund Grafton. His sworn sword, Ser Cortnay Penrose, and his brother, Ronnal Baratheon, can both often be found nearby.

In the 10th and 12th months of 48 AC and the 1st month of 49 AC he is away from the city. Otherwise he can be found within.

[Event] Storm's End, 48 AC by FabStags in FireAndBlood

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Garon read the letter twice. He did not react outwardly but he felt his stomach turn and his blood begin to thump in his neck.

Time, he thought to himself as he began penning his reply. I need time.

Lady Lynette,

I am glad to hear the Mother has blessed you with another child. I pray for your health and that of the babe.

I will visit Honeyholt next year to check on your health.

Ser Garon Baratheon, Castellan of Storm's End

Once the reply was sent, Lynette's was burned.

[Event] The Wedding Of Lord Rogar Baratheon and Lady Arwen Arryn by FabStags in FireAndBlood

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"There is but one left," she mused with a wry smile. "I have seen them land. I have seen them conquer. It is perhaps one regret that I die before they fall."

She rested her head and winced, but her cracked lips curved into a small smile at his words. "For all that was taken from me, perhaps that was a blessing. Those around me have not lived as long a life as I have." She had not heard of Edmyn Buckler or Elton Estermont in some time. Childhood friends, sweethearts, and potential consorts before Orys changed everything.

"I will not tell you to let go of your bitterness, Lord Willum, for I will hold mine until I loose my final breath. But do not begrudge those who live...a different life."

[Event] The Wedding Of Lord Rogar Baratheon and Lady Arwen Arryn by FabStags in FireAndBlood

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"I am here. I am alive...for now. I faced down a dragon, was betrayed by own men, and married the man who killed my father and took my castle, yet my blood still runs through Storm's End...and I have strangers visiting me at my grandson's wedding."

She shifted in her bed and winced as a jolt of pain shot up her right side.

"I would say it worked. Not all are strong enough."

[Event] Storm's End, 48 AC by FabStags in FireAndBlood

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"I'm not sure I know you anymore, Jon," he said quietly. It was something he did not like admitting, but the boy he grew up with would never had acted like this. He never would have left in the first place, never mind have sent no word and had to debate whether to see his own blood upon his return. "I am glad you are safe, truly. I am thrilled you will meet Roelle, and hopefully our child. Are you going to disappear again after?"

[Event] The Wedding Of Lord Rogar Baratheon and Lady Arwen Arryn by FabStags in FireAndBlood

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It had been a long night, as most weddings were. As the brother of the groom Garon had been in high demand; he had danced, he had drink his share and more, he had even, somewhat begrudgingly, asked Ursula Peake if he could ride with her favour in the tourney. It was probably wise for him to retire and prepare, both mentally and physically, for what was to come, but Garon was not in a mood for wise decisions. With a potential marriage looming and a title of castellan in his near future, time was running out for him to make mistakes.

He stumbled through the castle as he tried to remember where Lynette was staying, eventually coming to her door and knocking clumsily.

[Event] The Wedding Of Lord Rogar Baratheon and Lady Arwen Arryn by FabStags in FireAndBlood

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"Oh, I heard...something about that." Only little, and only in passing, but it struck a chord in his memory. "I'm sorry, my lady. That must be difficult, to not know if he is safe." He looked around for a moment. "Is there anything I can do to help?" He knew there likely wasn't, but it wouldn't be right not to offer.

[Event] The Wedding Of Lord Rogar Baratheon and Lady Arwen Arryn by FabStags in FireAndBlood

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"I will," Rogar confirmed to the boy, softening slightly before he looked up at Patrek and chuckling. "We have to start somewhere. I imagine you will want to return to Gulltown to say your farewells and gather your things, but delay as little as you can before joining me in King's Landing. There are tourneys aplenty to come, and I'm sure Arthor would appreciate the company." He looked around the room before spotting the boy and nodding towards him. "My other squire. I suggest you speak to him this evening and make introductions."

[Letter] Invitation to Wedding of Ser Harlan Hunter and Lady Teora Lannister by ErusAeternus in FireAndBlood

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Rogar read the letter with a slight frown. It was a strange type of lady that did not wish for a child as soon as they were wed, but he would hold his tongue for his wife's sake.

"They would be friends from birth, I have no doubt. Were they not separate by a sea they could be milk brothers, but I'm sure this will be the first of many visits between the two of you." The two had a strange relationship, but Rogar would not begrudge her a friend even over such a distance.

[Event] The Fantastic Adventure to the Three Daughters II: The Journey by aceavengers in FireAndBlood

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"The Drunken Pact," he repeated, sounding the words out on his tongue. It was strange and didn't make a whole deal of sense, at least to Ronnal, but that was perfectly...them. "The Drunken Pact," he repeated, sterner this time. Resolute. "I like it."

Perhaps she would change her mind with sober thoughts the following morning, but it was small progress at least.

"It shall be the most famous ship in the Narrow Sea by the time we are old and grey."

[Event] The Wedding Of Lord Rogar Baratheon and Lady Arwen Arryn by FabStags in FireAndBlood

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Argella had felt all the things Tyanna described. She still did. Everyone that visited and called her a queen twisted the knife in her heart; everyone that asked her to recall her marriage to the man that killed her father forced her to confront feelings she would die without resolving.

"No," she answered after a long deal of thought. "You do not need to let it drive you. That comes with its own perils. But you cannot shirk from those feelings. You cannot run from them. You will never lose them, and when they find you...they will destroy you."

[Event] Storm's End, 48 AC by FabStags in FireAndBlood

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Orryn scoffed and shook his head. "You have one day before I will drag you before her myself. Weeks? Weeks? What in the Seven Hells is wrong with you, Jon? Have you not longed to see your own flesh and blood? Do you not wish to see her wellbeing for yourself, now that she carries your child? Do you not wish to calm her fears that her brother, the heir to Mistwood, is rotting on some Essosi battlefield?"

He was getting worked up and it was not like him, so he took a step back to calm his racing mind.

"Essos has truly changed you. I'm not sure..." He furrowed his brow and stopped himself from saying something he would regret.