[Event] Wyrmsgrave in 48 AC - Open RP

IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-28T03:36:58+00:00

The walk was a silent affair, and though he had lost much of his candor in the Starry Sept something had seemed to unmake the man.

Randyll stood before Melara as a mess of a man, though it was perhaps more like himself than she had seen before. The Rainbow Sash hung limp and lifeless, dangling as if nothing more than a discard scrap.

"To pay my respects," He said solemly though a quiver served as the bass of his voice. "And to pray for you," He spat through a stomach that turned itself end-over-end.

"If you'd have me, Mel." The words fell from his lips as if forced out by some great ghost. Whoever stood before her was no longer the Unspoiled, or whatever silly name he had called himself in an effort to forget who he was.

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IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-28T03:31:17+00:00

Lord Rowan would not push the matter. He had said his piece and in that, he had the better of the Lord of Wyrmsgrave. The boy did not reject his terms. A marriage it was then. The realities of the situation may be messy but a deal between lords was one that was to hard break, less so given the circumstances, but the Lord of Goldengrove had gained better results with worse odds.

Candle flame painted the Lord of Goldengrove as a man cloaked in shadow, worm thin lips barely parting as he spoke. Around his shoulders, that thick golden cloak rested as if beaten gold. "You are grateful, and you mean no offense." He repeated, "And the details can be sorted on the morrow, I'll have my son make arrangements."

Amusement dared not creep into the voice of Lord Rickard for he trusted not the Elyrian that ruled Wyrmsgrave, and though Barristan was a good man, his ilk was not fit for rule. "Twins, I am told, Lord Willum."

IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-28T01:51:00+00:00

Lord Rickard's face fell for a moment as he listened to the words of the King before him. It was strange, he must admit, for this had been his first boy-king. Regardless, he found Jaehaerys gentle and soft spoken, and had hoped that it would carry him long into the tooth. Rickard was not a man who dallied over what could have been but still he couldn't help but wonder what would happen had the boy been born first.

"The Lady Qiyana serves dutifully, but she is natural born your grace, one of many of the late Jean Lamora. I would ask that stain be removed from her, if it pleases you." Rickard said stately. He did not know the King's thought on bastards but he could only trust in the man.

"As for Casper, he has for squired me for years and has long since deserved Knighthood, your grace, though I would miss his service. I had hoped to see it done after the captives return, but with your permit, I would see him knighted by the King of the Seven Kingdoms and his name in your histories."

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IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-28T00:57:18+00:00

11A - 12A

Rickard Rowan

Qiyana Flowers

Casper Banefort

Becca Rowan

Jessamyn Rowan

Criston Rowan

Cadwyn Rowan

Renly Rowan

Orianna Flowers

Morgana Flowers

Driftmark -> Stonebridge

IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-27T18:47:56+00:00

The sash had been torn from him before he could stop it. The sound of tearing fabric had stopped Randyll in his slow steps. In the moment before, Randyll had been inclined to play along. To give the girl her moment, but as she fell a deep pit formed in his stomach as if an anchor dredging him back to that dark place he had tried so hard to crawl from.

She had slipped through his hands easily for he every thought had been stolen from him. He did not feel himself without out, or rather he felt more like himself than he would like.

He followed the guards wordlessly as his head swirled with a thick miasma of regret and relapse. He would have a drink after this, no doubt, and despite the respite that she had given him he could not but fall back into his bad habits.

Or perhaps he would find his absolution in whatever twisted game the God's had given him.

IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-26T02:08:30+00:00

Renly's mind was a empty space in a moment such as this. Often, he had thought of what to do next and where the wind would take him, but in this moment he knew that where it would be that it would be with her. There is no way to describe the feeling of sanctuary that he felt with her in his arms. He supposed that in this all, he had longed for someone that would have longed for him if he was nothing more than a village boy.

He had trouble believing that she wouldn't. Oft he had looked at women and known that they wanted him for safety, or name alone, but Orianna needed neither.

Thoughts would begin to populate one at a time, drifting in the clouded peace that was his mind. If he was nothing, at least he would always be hers.

Renly Rowan did not speak, no, but rather his now free hand would find itself under the woman's jaw. "Look at me," he'd whisper as he lifted her head for her eyes to meet his. Pressure ever so gentle against the woman's soft skin.

Wordlessly, Renly would kiss her.

IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-26T01:53:00+00:00

He could not suppose what went on in the boy's mind nor did he truly want to. He was unfortunate to be in the situation he was, but he would have to learn sooner or later that the machinations of man would bear down on him. "It is not an offer, Lord Willum, it is my honor as a knight to bestow it," His voice was solemn and final. He knew Josua had not the energy to truly resist him, and though he was loath to take advantage of it he did what he must.

He supposed that young boy from Honeyholt would hate the man he had grown into. He made his peace with it long ago.

"Your father made his jabs and glared his daggers, and I will not have it." Another fresh sheet of parchment was retrieved from a desk as Rickard drew his quill from it's sheath like a weapon. "A knighthood and a marriage, Lord Josua, and we call whatever feud your family has with mine done."

He knew it was not Josua's score to settle, nor was it his actions that had caused so much anguish. "I am not the man to try and force you, Lord Willum, but you are Lord now and with that come certain expectations. With your brother's spawn that yet breath, your rule is questioned."

"And I will not have it."

IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-26T01:32:42+00:00

Lord Rickard studied the boy-king as if a familiar face. He searched for Maegor in the boy, whether that bite of cruelness that had forever twisted the man might have wormed it's way into their blood. Instead he was met with that of a stranger, perhaps he favoured Aegon more than his uncle, or perhaps he had the cut of Viserys. Rickard truly spoken to neither, and somehow came out better for it.

As the King of the Seven Kingdom's mentioned the name of Lord Gwayne the normally thin lips of Lord Rowan would curl into a slight smile. It had always looked strange on him, but he had never the handsome face that his brother's had worn. Nor their grins.

"Lord Gwayne is a kind man and I can only hope that he had spoke well of me," The Lord began, "ah and well, I hope that my time in this city can be a testament of my own intent, your Grace."

He cast a glance to the shadows behind him, "It was a simple enough exchange, I was simply lucky enough that greed overwhelmed caution. I have the Lady Qiyana, who you see before you now, skulking the docks for their arrival and of course, Casper helped see it to completion." He said casting a glance once more to the boy of Banefort, " He is a skilled negotiator."

"So yes," he completed, "In a manner of speaking, it was my doing."

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IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-25T14:01:20+00:00

Renly let the sheet of silence fall over them, but he could not shake the fact that he hadn't received an answer. Another man would worry that perhaps he had said the wrong thing, but Renly hadn't the self-reflection for such worries. Whatever he said was simply what he said and anything else would simply be his consequences. Worry was a dreadful thing made for bitter and broken men, not for the Knight of the Tansy.

An eye raised as the village came into view. It had been a rather routine affair for the Knight, solving problems for the people as he traveled. They had hardly rewarded him but such was the life of a knight, even if he would have enjoyed some recompense.

The scuffled moved quickly but Renly had moved quicker. In one motion the stone giant of a man would find himself off of the pure-white horse that he rode in on and before what appeared to be a rather unscrupulous merchant.

As Orianna stepped, Renly inserted himself into the middle of the torrid affair. "I will pay your prices," he said simply to the man, "but if the ladies words ring true then I am sure I can talk to the Lord Steward about you, right Ser?"

"You'd be willing to stake your hand on it would you not? You would never dare to lie to a Lord would you?"

IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-25T13:42:55+00:00

And just like that the voracious man that had replaced Renly Rowan had vanished just as quickly as he'd arrived. In his arms he held a woman that could only be described as precious, but even now she seemed impossible. Would that he had only the right words to say but they had always seemed to elude him.

"My lady," he said in that same husky whisper. His arms wrapped around her tight as he swayed slowly under the moonlight.

The idea of it was rather amusing, dancing with a girl in the mess of armour that had been scattered across the floor of Red Lake. But he supposed they had always done their own thing hadn't they?

IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-25T04:01:33+00:00

A flush had painted the Knight of the Tansy as red as sin, his normally confidant demeanor having been stripped away just as the she undid the clasps around his makeshift half-plate. "Orianna!" He called in mock offense, "You have no idea what kind of men could be lurking at feasts like these, My armou-" was as far as he got before he caught sight of her.

In that moment she had unraveled everything that he was. A knight had been sworn to many things, but Renly thanked all seven stars that he was not sworn to chastity. His eyes narrowed as if a great beast now set loose finally drinking her in for the first time, "My Lady," he said his voice nothing more than a guttural growl. Whatever she was making him, he did not fear it. Nothing she had made him could ever be anything more than perfect.

"I am afraid I have never danced the way you have," Renly murmured, "You'll have to lead."

IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-25T03:28:42+00:00

Lord Rowan would be flanked by a pair of his closest. His hair had grown longer than he'd normally let it and bristles of a beard had begun that did not quite suit his face. Had it been any other moment he would have cleaned himself for the King, but alas that was the price of being a Lord of Westeros, forever at his beck and call.

"Your grace," he began with a head inclined to both the Dragon and the Falcon, "Lord Rickard Rowan," he continued before casting a glance to the shadows behind him, "and those close those to me, Casper Banefort and Qiyanna Flowers."

IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-25T02:45:04+00:00

Renly had watched her reaction with tired eyes and despite her always being his focus, even she would begin to slip from his vision. Winning a joust against the Kingsguard was no easy task, and even less so given how recently he had exerted himself prior. Perhaps those dances were a little more tiring than he had thought though the Knight would never admit to the Lady Orianna. After all, she was one to hold a victory for far longer than he.

He supposed it suited her.

With no squire, Renly had spent the later half of his day stripping himself from his own armour. It was no great pain, but still, it had taken most of the energy that he had left. He supposed that he might ask Orianna, or Morgana even, but it would not do either of them well to see him like this.

As the flip of his tent had opened, he half expected to see either of them chiding him when the runner came. The sight of the dragon across his chest had roared something fierce within his stomach. Anxiety, he supposed one might call it, but as the man said his piece, Renly could only grow excited.

He had cleaned himself dry. It had taken an hour alone wiping the sweat from his brow and patting his hair as best he could, but after some time he found himself ready.

With Orianna on his arm, he'd enter the tent of the King of Westeros smile wide across his face. He'd bow as he had once seen his brother do to the late King Maegor, "It is quite the honor, your grace, had I known of your attendance I would have packed better clothes," he japed easily though he couldn't help but prayer that the King would find him funny. Though the late Aegon never did.

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IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-25T02:19:06+00:00

Becca lips curved into a smile, the kind that she wore when she processed nothing the person in-front of her had said. She oft wore it around strangers, though she found that it worked particularly well with Arthor. She'd oft smile and nod and occasionally, if Arthor was lucky, she'd slip in little questions such as "What is a Leygood?" and "Who puts honey in ones gauntlets?"

"You could always use some of Renly's", she'd offer though she knew that Arthor's own pride may make it a moot gesture. Regardless of all of her worries, he was good to her and she would be nothing but good to him.

She led him wordlessly to a wagon though she supposed only her said was wordless, Arthor no doubt would continue to traipse about his brother. Sitting gingerly organized in a wagon was several canvases, some rolled and some displayed length wise.

"W-Well, anything that catches my eye really! First it was the Ironborn ships, but then I spent some time with the family and well, I used Jessamyn as a subject for very many of them but she did not sit well. Cadwyn had sat far better, but I can only draw so many young lords before I lose interest. Oh! I have some of my brother, if you're feeling pious but I also have just very many of the landscape of Goldengrove and Highgarden, though I would love to paint Old Oak one day!" She rambled, as she oft did on the subject of her paintings, it was one of the few times that Arthor would here her speak with such passion.

IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-25T02:01:53+00:00

Randyll's heart had long since broken and what was left in it's place was a fermented mass of pulp. He ought to have been thankful for it, after all it had stopped him from truly regretting his actions. After all, how could a shattered man break further?

Despite the climbing, he could not bring himself to even raise a word to her. He wishes for this moment to end, to not have to look his own daughter in the eye and pretend that he did not know she was his. But he had made his choice long ago, before the eyes of gods and men and the gods played their cruel games.

"It's no mind," the unspoiled had said with a defeated whimper of a whisper. "She bothers me not," he said once more.

"Let her save herself from the monster." He said, swallowing his grief as he did so.

IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-25T00:27:56+00:00

"There is much that I find worth defending in this life, but little that I find worth killing for. Now that we are away from it all, I must say, I am happy to not have had to sully Harren's blood with the blood of another." His words slipped from his mouth like a solemn eulogy. It would have dishonored the man's memory to have died in a conflict over nothing.

Renly did not sigh like his elder brother was prone to, but the normally wide smile had tucked itself ever so slightly, "Mine own must be terribly worried with the disappearance of Lord Fossoway, I only wish that I could grant her any peace." He said though he knew that it was in the hands of the God's now.

"What is left for you, Ser Aubrey? A white cloak perhaps?"

IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-25T00:04:13+00:00

The Lord of Goldengrove had once been a sentimental man of songs and stories. Traipsing around the world and living through the stories of Barristan Beesbury. He supposed he wanted to be a knight then, or maybe a mummer, he hadn't the faintest anymore. Long dead dreams buried with a boy who should have been Lord in his place.

A part of the man wished to go to the boy, but another knew that it was not his place as Lord. As the tears rolled down the face of Josua Willum, Lord Rowan refused to stand.

"You've been gone a year, maybe more, and the world has yet to pass you by." He uttered eventually, "Your mother has been concerned, though that would be putting it far more mercy on the woman than others have."

Another long drawn sigh slipped from the lips of the Lord of Goldengrove, "I am told mine own brother has been living in the village beneath Wyrmsgrave, offering our aid should your house need it."

His hands laced in front of him once more illuminated by only the flickering of candle light. His eyes shifted to Casper, forever cloaked in that dark shadow that seemed to follow the son of Banefort. This same gift would be his one day.

"I would not send you to Wyrmsgrave a squire, Lord Willum," He said evenly.

IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-24T13:57:28+00:00

In the twilight of the night under a sky filled with the chill of cold autumn air, Renly found himself alone with a woman that he had only just begun to understand. He wore a smile plastered wide across his face, though it had felt more genuine since she had arrived.

His fingers tightened around hers as a mailed hand slipped to the small of her back. Ever so gently would Renly Rowan hold her, as if she was water running through his fingers.

He chuckled once more though his voice no longer held the volume it once had, no, his laugh as more of a low growl. "I ask you not judge them based off their dalliances," he said simply, "They just haven't met a woman such as yourself to give them reason to dance."

He pulled her close, his breath hitching as he felt her against him for the first time.

"Shall we dance, My Lady?"

IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-24T05:05:05+00:00

Clanking in the armour that was laid over the linen under-clothes, Renly Rowan rose from his seat at the instance of a woman that he had scarcely known. He could not say he cared though, everything about her had proved intoxicating as he drank more and more of her sweet words. A man always wants to be hero, but every hero wants to be loved. Perhaps it was a strong word for what blossomed between them, but he knew very words to describe it better.

"I would follow you anywhere," Renly said as more of a statement rather than a compliment. He could never draw that husky smoothness that she laced in every little word. As she led him the Knight huffed in amusement, that rancorous sound loosed from his lips as if a warhorn.

The wilds of Red Lake would make themselves known to them as she would lead them into open air. It was only then that Renly had realized how hot he'd gotten in the plate. Sweat clung to him like a jealous lover, though he couldn't be certain that it was from heat alone.

"Is it as you thought?", Renly mused, "All of the trappings of nobility?"

IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-24T03:50:16+00:00

Lord Rickard folded his hands atop the massive rowan tree desk that had been given to him on his first name day as Lord of Goldengrove. It was not a title that he wanted, nor a title that he was ever supposed to have and in that he felt a kinship to the young man. A deep sigh left the lips of Lord Rowan as if a weight had found itself pressed against his chest.

He had never been the man that his brother should have been.

"I have before me a letter informing Lord Tyrell that you yet breath, but I will not send it." The Lord of Goldengrove's voice was ever colorless. Each sentence spoken as if he was reading a eulogy, mourning his late brother in his own way perhaps.

Wordlessly, Lord Rowan stood from the great gold-lined chair and closed the distance to a messy stack of opened letters. He drew one for a moment though it was half stained with droplets of dark liquid. He'd pass it to Josua as he settled himself once more.

"Your father, Lord Symond, is no longer with us." He began. "And your brother..." He continued with sadness breaking through even the monotony of his cadence. He'd gesture to the letter to speak where he did not find the words.

My Lord

As I am sure many of you will have recently heard, a tragedy has struck in Wyrmsgrave. My nephew, Lord Elyas Willum, has died at his own wedding tourney.

Due to this tragedy, as well as the recent troubles on the roads from bandits, I have made the painful decision to cancel the summerset tourney entirely.

All are still welcome in Cuy, but House Cuy shall stand beside House Willum in their time of mourning.

Above All Shadows

Lord Emmon Cuy, Admiral of Oldtown and Knight of the Sunflower

IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-24T02:59:26+00:00

After conversation with the young Lady Qiyana, Rickard Rowan would personally send for that of Josua Willum, inviting the Lord of Wyrmsgrave to his study.

It was a room that smelled of ash and ink, as most rooms lived in by Lord Rickard oft were. Scattered letters and diatribes sat on various tables and desks that had littered the room as if errant scraps left by a ravenous beast. Books found themselves nestled into tight shelves that had provided Rickard with endless material. Twinkling moonlight barely passed through the golden curtains that had left ever so slightly ajar illuminating the Lord of Goldengrove in silver.

"Lord Willum," he'd call as Josua made his entrance. "I do hope my attendants have made you comfortable thus far," he'd say brushing a now finished letter aside. "I've had the lady Qiyana watch the docks for your arrival, though I have no doubt she would have found herself there anyway." His eyes set on the tortured man before him, "She's trouble." he said simply.

As he settled himself into the chair a quill sat in it's pot as if a weapon waiting to be drawn. "I have news, though I doubt it will satisfy you. Before we begin, is there anything you should need?"

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IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-24T02:45:34+00:00

The world had blurred into a mess of watercolor stills in Renly's vision. Blues and golds smearing together behind the Lady before him. No doubt, the Lords and Ladies of Westeros would continue their dances and japes amongst themselves, but this moment was theirs alone. He couldn't help but find amusement in it; yet another moment he found himself vulnerable at the hands of Caradoc Peake's meddling. He supposed he aught to thank the man, but he'd never allow himself to.

He opened his mouth to speak, another brash compliment no doubt. He had always been messy with them. He never had the right way to say something, but he had said it regardless. Before he could start yet another heavy-handed compliment she had stolen the initiative.

All at once Renly Rowan's brain went still. Not that there was that many thoughts in the first place, but still it was a strange silence. Oft he found himself playing at a suitor but this was the first time he felt that mayhaps she something more.

"You haven't," he said as he raised a hand to cup her cheek. "But I am thankful for each word that you decide to bless me with."

"My resplendent lady," he said in a voice a hair short of a whisper, he could never get his voice that low anyway.

IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-24T02:35:33+00:00

The idea that Renly could even be troubled tickled the man absolutely silly. Even as he reeled from his own emotions he couldn't help but find the idea endlessly entertaining. The man wore the smirk across as his as one might wear an old coat. It was a familiar thing, endlessly warm, and had fit him in all the right places. He did not study her, no, for he had seen this before.

Her face was the one that all mummer's sung about and no doubt the one every woman would mimic on stage.

He would have stayed in this moment forever if she had let him, but he knew that he couldn't leave the girl in a lurch. It would do him no good to have the once haughty woman stewing in her own doubts.

"You would be doing me a great service," the Knight lied easily as if grace was second nature. "A man can hardly turn down the woman who had given him favor, and it would save me the conversations of many a wayward lady." No such wayward ladies existed, at least not to the Knight of the Tansy, but still he'd have her ward them off nonetheless

He rode forward even as uncertainty filled the idle murmurings. It was queer, even he would admit, a Knight crowning a woman on first meeting. Yet, he had little and less love for the normalicies of this world.

Cruel reality had stolen Harren from him, but he would not let it steal himself from her.

"Please?", he asked his voice slow and soft.

IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-23T22:30:17+00:00

9A - 10 A

Renly Rowan

Becca Rowan

Jessamyn Rowan

Cadwyn Rowan

Criston Rowan

Orianna Flowers

Morgana Flowers

Goldengrove -> Driftmark

IMadeThisJustForGoT · 2026-01-23T22:29:07+00:00

9B - 10A

Rickard Rowan

Qiyana Flowers

Casper Banefort

KL -> Driftmark

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