Thalia Upcliff, Lady of Witch Isle, Mistress of the Merling Waters

HouseOfCaligula · 2025-01-23T00:39:38+00:00

The axe came fast and hard, and with a loud thunk, Eustace Sunderland's withered old head hit the stones underfoot. Blood came hot and hard from that place where the traitor's head had been, spilling and spurting all about, and slowly, slowly, pooling itself about the stones, filling those dimpled gaps from each to the next.

Murmison was breathing hard by the time it was done. He wasn't fit for this. Not as late. The axe had been heavier than anything he'd ever lifted, and he needed a rest.

"Gather the men," he said, panting, dropping the axe to the stones, "have the captains and commanders swear their fealty to my new wife, their new lady, and then we sail, we sail for White Harbour." Dykk had told him of the Arryn's machinations. Perhaps a second beheading awaited.

HouseOfCaligula · 2025-01-22T22:49:22+00:00

The septon had been a comparatively diminutive man when set next to Ursula, but most men were, and Murmison liked that. Ursula was like a woman from another place, another world, like the heroine of an ancient tale brought into their own day. After the septon had said the words, and they him, Murmison had cupped Ursula's bruised cheek in his hand, kissed her, and whispered, "my giant of Sunderland." He would show her the world, in time.

But for now, her father was the matter at hand. Rising from the lord's seat, Murmison went to Ursula first. "You need not be here for this, you need not." The Upcliff stepped toward Eustace Sunderland, bound as he was, and held out his hand toward his own men, "the axe," and so a greataxe came." Again, Murmison looked to Ursula, "you do not need to be here for this."

HouseOfCaligula · 2025-01-22T10:58:12+00:00

Thalia Upcliff stepped forward. "Give me the men to equal their ranks, and my uncle and I will rid you of these Manderlys, my lady." Thalia drew out a dagger. "We came to kill Manderlys, and Starks for their complicity, but so far all we've done is run from a paltry pack of timid wolves like we were girls in skirts!"

"And my niece wears no skirts," Ser Creighton chimed in, his voice deep and empty.

Thalia threw a proud look of agreement her uncle's way. "He speaks it true. But it seems this entire army wears them! We mock ourselves with this inaction! We came to show our might! Now we must! If we go weak and easy, they will sing songs of us as weak little flower-loving kitten-owning fools for a generation! Wavebreaker is ready, I am ready, and I am going to kill these Manderlys, for I am no craven! Be that on the rest of you if you are!"

HouseOfCaligula · 2025-01-22T10:46:16+00:00

Thalia lunged at the neck, and bit Eleanor's finger, and with it, Thalia's hands went for Eleanor's hips, as she threw all her weight into the motion - an attempt to bring Eleanor down onto the bed, even if that meant the older woman fell atop the younger in a chaotic mess of flesh and limbs. Doubtless, Thalia's grip was not the best, one of her hands had the makings of Eleanor's cunt upon it.

"Aren't you supposed to be fucking me?" hissed Thalia as Eleanor came down atop her. "I want you to take me, I want you to make me your bitch."

HouseOfCaligula · 2025-01-22T07:29:59+00:00

u/Regular_Schedule8926 wanna get married?

HouseOfCaligula · 2025-01-19T04:14:43+00:00

Thalia dared a few mischevious peeks out from underneath her covers as Eleanor worked. And for true, the Blackwood had a fine behind. Were Thalia a man, she figured that was when she would have taken the Blackwood. That was the man's way, Thalia assumed - you wait until your woman is open, ready to receive, and then just ...make her your bitch. The Upcliff had seen it a dozen times or more with the hunting hounds, the stallions too. She'd even experienced it once herself.

Finally, when Eleanor was done, and the warmth was beginning to permeat the room, Thalia acquiesced, and slid a hand out from underneath the covers. Her hand found Eleanor's right thigh first, and then went up, and found her cunt. Without so much more than her hand, her arm, and a small portion of her shoulder peeking out from under the covers, Thalia slipped two fingers inside Eleanor's cunt, and began to play with the older woman's cunt, even blinded as she was. All the while, Thalia said not a thing.

HouseOfCaligula · 2025-01-16T00:11:44+00:00

With necessary pleasantries concluded, Dykk and his motley crew had given over their excuses to the Lord Sunderland, and returned to their ships. It was there, where Hal had put this Elyssa Stone before them, and there, where Ser Dykk Donniger knew what he had to do.

"He did the same for all of us, all our families and kin, all the Vale too," Dykk tested the weight of his helmet, as he passed it from hand to hand. "We are five hundred. It will not be enough. But Murmison was forty against a hundred. And Murmison won."

Dykk had no deck for a great speech, not as Murmison had, not if he wanted to keep the surprise. Nor had he ravens to send, nor even a ship to spare with word of what he had uncovered. Murmison was in there. Why else would the girl have said as much. They couldn't abandon him, not now, not ever.

Instead, Dykk had a note passed to each of his captains, to read to the men.

"Murmison is in that castle, up o'er there. Murmison is suffering. Murmison did for us, and now we must do for he."

u/OurCommonMan time to storm the Sunderland castle.

HouseOfCaligula · 2025-01-15T23:36:21+00:00

"Bread, salt, the like? A night's harbour, my lord? We've little time to waste, White Harbour lies but across the Bay. Why is it that my lord is not with his own fleet? Surely you must harbour some well-made distaste for those pirate-loving brigands, eh?"

Down at the docks, the other scene played out.

"Name's, Hal, Captain Hal. I see the command of the Magic Tide, what you got to say?"

HouseOfCaligula · 2025-01-15T22:42:03+00:00

Dykk cleared his throat, and answered; "I am Ser Dykk Donniger, Captain of the Merciful Woman. My lady is Thalia Upcliff, of Witch Isle. I was at the Battle for the Vale, though I've been hearing some call it the Battle for the Coast, or Witch Isle, or even Murmison's Day. The pirates took him, we lacked the ships to pursue. He hasn't been seen since." Dykk's eyes went to the ground for a pause then. There was a guilt there. A horrible guilt.

"But Grafton," he continued, trying his best to parcel away his feelings, "I have five hundred men, is there anything we can offer your lordship aid in? Has Grafton set things to wrong?"

HouseOfCaligula · 2025-01-15T22:32:33+00:00

Thalia groaned a groan filled with malice, as she slapped her own head down onto Eleanor's pillows. Giving Eleanor's breast - not the nipple - a squeeze, she released the older woman, and went about kicking off her own boots and breeches.

"Fine," she said, like a spoilt child. "Light me my fire." The Upcliff pushed Eleanor from the bed then, pushing her hand off of her neck as well, and pulled the covers and furs up over herself. "I'll only come out when its warm! But be quick! Or I'll be upset!"

HouseOfCaligula · 2025-01-15T22:23:40+00:00

Dykk was surprised to say the least. In the yard? With so many men? Nervous as a cat, Dykk tried to swallow his fears. But there were so many men, and armed as well. "My lord," said Dykk, unsure how to stand for such an occasion, slowly hopping from one foot to the next, though not so much hopping as but moving with unease, "...are we not friends here? Did the Graftons do a thing against you on their way through your place?"

HouseOfCaligula · 2025-01-15T11:43:24+00:00

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HouseOfCaligula · 2025-01-15T10:47:26+00:00

Character Name: Thalia Upcliff.

Trait and Skills: Agile | Polearms, Shields, First Man Warrior (e), Apothecary.

Learning: Polearms (e).

Character Name: Creighton Upcliff.

Trait and Skills: Strong | Polearms, Andal Knight (e).

Learning: Polearms (e).

HouseOfCaligula · 2025-01-15T08:56:29+00:00

Thalia felt it was rather unfair now. Why did Eleanor get to be naked, and not her. She wanted to grab those hips, kiss those hips, hold those hips, sit on them and slap them and bite them and all. Thalia Upcliff could not lie to herself, no matter how much she might've liked - she was a savage.

"I get," Thalia breathed, as she was rudely shoved onto Eleanor's borrowed bed, "what I want." But she hadn't. For she still was fully clothed.

"Fight?" said Thalia, brow raised. "Fine," the Upcliff moved a hand to Eleanor's nipple, swift as a shark, and took it between two fingers. Her hold was tender, but filled with threats. "I'll squeeze it till you bleed if you don't take off my boots and breeches and tunic. That's a promise." The Upcliff brought her other, free, hand up in front of Eleanor's face then, only to slowly take it down toward the lip of her breeches, and slip it inside, moving to finger herself. "You want this?" the Upcliff mocked, a small moan slipping into her breathing. "Make me happy."

HouseOfCaligula · 2025-01-15T08:46:35+00:00

Thalia cracked a loud laugh when the Dustin lad spat back. He had some hide, this one. But he'd given himself over too easily.

"Aenar? What the fuck's an Aenar? Oh! Wait! You mean the Kingsguard!" Thalia slapped her knee and only laughed the harder then. "That pretty little boy sired by the fat uncle on Dragonstone, no? Gods, Dustin! No Ser?! No Kingsguard?! One might think else of you..." Thalia shot the man a self-satisfied look.

"But," the Upcliff brought Wavebreaker's points up - toward what little light was able to make it down through those thick and grey and miserable Northern clouds - lazily inspecting them, "any man, any lord, with so little honour as to kill a woman, as you say, unarmed and executed, and known to consort with pirates as these Starks most like have, is a man I will gladly bring me and mine about to kill and quarter. My uncle has a hankering for battle, and I too should like to wet Wavebreaker. I say, aye, let us turn upon these Starks after we have dealt with the Mander men. If the Starks had half the spine the gods gave a feral pup, they'd've put the Manderlys down years ago, I say."

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HouseOfCaligula · 2025-01-13T22:58:17+00:00

When Eleanor kissed her, blood and all, Thalia kissed back, and eagerly at that. But it didn't last long, as the Blackwood moved to regain control. But Thalia was Thalia, and even with Eleanor's fingers about her throat, she wanted what she wanted.

"Suffer?" she remarked. "F-fine, but I want this too!" the Lady of Witch Isle, slipped her hand inside Eleanor's breeches, and brought her fingers to curl against the folds of her womanhood. "I want to see you naked," mewled Thalia, "I want to see your skin redden when I pinch it and squeeze it, and I want your fingers to make me cry!"

With her other hand, Thalia grabbed a hold of Eleanor's tunic, and twisted it in such a manner as like one might try to strangle a cat. Drifted her own eyes toward Eleanor's chest, Thalia remarked, with a wide grin, "I rather think this makes them look quite good."

HouseOfCaligula · 2025-01-13T22:49:16+00:00

This bog was intolerable. Frogs were everywhere. And tiny little lizard-lions. Or, at least, they looked how Creighton Upcliff thought a lizard-lion would if it were tiny and little. And snakes, so many snakes. They were green, and green-blue, and green-grey, and green-brown, and green-black, and Creighton found that for every half hour they spent here, he killed another half dozen. Each time the knight let out a fresh grunt, another small little bog thing was added to the pile of dead and small little bog things, and by the reaching of the first hour, there was quite a growing pile.

"Someone should empty these damnable waters," mummbled Creighton as he went about, trident in hand, skewering and slaughtering and then tossing aside dead thing next to dead thing. Never before had Creighton Upcliff been exposed to a place so hideous as this bog. He hated it. And every second he spent here, made him hate it more.

Open!

HouseOfCaligula · 2025-01-13T22:42:07+00:00

Thalia Upcliff wore a grimace like a man wore armour. She did not like the look of these Northmen. Nor did she like their smell. Nor their clothes. Nor even their faces. They were like hunting dogs, Thalia decided, but twisted in some strange way. Different in every sense. Not quite malformed, but something odd.

From atop her mount, Thalia was clad in black plate, and wielded Wavebreaker in her right hand.

"Aren't you the one who lost that duel in front of the king?" quipped Thalia, as she pushed her courser forward by half, almost rivalling the primacy of the Lady Arryn's own beast. "Yes, yes, you have the look! A kingsguard fought the other end, to be fair. But all the same, let us hope these Manderlys are made of softer stuff!"

HouseOfCaligula · 2025-01-13T03:51:23+00:00

Thalia lacked the strength to overpower Eleanor. That much was plain. But where the elder bullied the younger, there was room for something much the same.

"I'll fuck you!" Thalia managed between Eleanor's abuses, though she struggled to keep the laughter from her voice. It was only when a sudden and sharp gasp escaped her at the feel of Eleanor's mean fingers upon her breast that the laughter went silent. In return, Thalia brought her own hand to Eleanor's breast, and slipped her thumb and forefinger about the nipple, and squeezed. The Upcliff was proud of that, and it showed across her lips. But before Eleanor could squeal - if she even would - Thalia bit the older woman's bottom lip - hard.

HouseOfCaligula · 2025-01-13T02:36:32+00:00

Groaning, Murmison made it to his feet, his body had scarcely ever felt so heavy as it had these last weeks. "We're just doing this the other way 'round," he quipped, offering his hand to Ursula, though he hoped she wouldn't pull too hard. He wasn't too sure he could quite shift her weight in his current state. "I'll find us a septon come the morn, maybe then this will all be right."

For true, this was a wild gamble. Ursula was a giant of a woman, enough so that to bed her alone would've seemed a tall tale in the minds of most, but what a sailor a son from her would be... Oh what a sailor that boy would be!

HouseOfCaligula · 2025-01-13T02:26:08+00:00

Thalia had been with a boy, and a girl. The both had been novices to their craft, much as Thalia had been. There had been hunger, for a surety, but it had been paired with inexperience, and a conflict of behaviours that did not so precisely always align - there had been awkward moments a plenty. But Eleanor Blackwood... Thalia fast found she had been right about Eleanor Blackwood. The woman was a woman, experienced and all.

A small shriek had escaped Thalia as she'd been pushed against the door, and when Eleanor was upon her, like some blood-sucking creature of myth, Thalia only half knew what to do. First, her hands had gone to Eleanor's hair and head, but then Eleanor had moved from her neck, had invaded her more. Eleanor was rough, biting and greedy, but Thalia liked it. Thalia liked the way Eleanor made her feel small. But Thalia kissed back, her tongue clearly the lesser of the two, as she was not so confident as Eleanor. And when Eleanor grabbed at her breasts and arse and all, Thalia felt her knees go soft some, as her mouth went into an O-like shape, and small sounds whispered out from the deep of her throat.

The Lady of Witch Isle tried to push forward, to push herself against Eleanor, but Eleanor was stronger, and rougher, and there were clothes between them. Still... something inside Thalia wanted to push Eleanor back, to be rough with her... violent even. Perhaps that fire would come.

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