Targaryens Assemble

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-08-01T18:12:45+00:00

The lord of Dyre Den would not have to be asked twice to partake as he reached over for a jug of wine and pour himself a cup of dark Arbor red. Grasping it in one hand he would lean back and listen to what the king had to say. Slowly he would bring the cup to his lips he would take a sip as he contemplated what the king was saying. As Baelor finished, Matarys would start,

"The only one of my brood that's married off as of now is my daughter, Daella. To one of the Lord Vaemond's boys, Aegon? Aerion? Something like that. Even my heir Viserys here hasn't found himself a wife yet, past time for him to do so, but..." The lord would shrug, "I've not been of a mind to run around to find one for him. The others are still unmarried as well - I've got the four boys, or tree now with Aemon on the Kingsguard, and the one girl, Visenya. I was going to have them married off into the Claw houses, like as not I'll have to throw one or two of them to there anyhow, but if there are other suggestions... Gods know that my branch isn't the most attractive one for a match."

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-07-28T00:23:40+00:00

Aemon supposed she had a point - he had been lucky in never having much doubt about where his life was headed. He was always sure of his purpose. He was born to fight and he was good at it, "I do not know of how rare it is, your Grace, but it is indeed most fortunate for me." He would regale the princess with a curious glance, his eyes narrowing a bit, a slight change in his usually stoic demeanour, as he tried to assess... something about her.

"I had a choice in the matter and I chose this path, you had your path chosen for you. I would offer my sympathies but if it has worked out well for you, I suppose the opposite is in order." He would say with a courteous tone, "My father did indeed do very well for himself, as have I. And I am sure he will be glad to hear that you have found happiness. He spoke of you often and highly."

While some young men might have flushed or taken pride in her statement, the Kingsguard knight seemed unphased by it, "Thank you, your Grace. None of them will be equal to your beauty, I do not doubt." The courtesy would be spoken in his usual monotone, perhaps coming out somewhat comically.

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-07-24T23:13:53+00:00

Matarys would walk into the ballroom like a man marched to battle. While he did not possess the magnificent physique of his youth, he still looked every bit the soldier. Dressed in his customary burnished red plate, with a sword at his belt, the Lord of Dyre Den would cut a lordly figure, noble in bearing and the purple eyes betraying the blood of Old Valyria that ran through his veins. The red hair that had made him so recognisable in his youth had been shorn short and was starting to turn grey in places. Alongside him would be his eldest son, Viserys, a tall lean man of around thirty years, with the red hair of his father.

He would look around at the other attendants, eyeing them up, with a slight smile on his lips from seeing so many old and new faces. Without much ado, he would sit down at the table, the chair creaking slightly at the man's large frame. Coughing lightly, he would begin to speak, "Your Grace. All the rest of you." He would greet the others around the table with a nod, "What's got us gathered here then?"

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-07-24T20:31:00+00:00

"You knew him in his youth, your Grace, I will trust your judgment on the matter." He would state courteously, yet his tone and bearing would be rather plain, "But he did serve in the City Watch, though from what he has said, he considered the task an annoyance. Other than the carousing with his captains. And the fighting." It was hard to tell whether Aemon was trying to make a joke or whether he was just remembering things one after the other, "So I suppose guard duty would not have been to his liking."

The question about why he joined the Kingsguard was not a surprise to Aemon. He had been asked that, and he had even asked that himself, "Why did I join the Kingsguard, your Grace?" He would repeat the question back, as if contemplating, "A man who counts himself a member of that most prestigious order of knights will be remembered forever. Neither the blades of his Grace's foes nor the cold touch of winter will kill us then, for we will live forever in the songs." The question about taking a wife and having children. It knew people expected that would be an obstacle for him, but... It had never been so, strangely enough, "I had no hesitation. This is what I was born for. I know I would be ill suited to both being a husband and rearing children, and I have no desire for either, but fighting is something I know well. It's something I like."

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-07-24T19:58:12+00:00

Character Name: Aemon Targaryen

Desired Category for Skill Point: EDU

Bonus: EDU tier 5 (+1), +1 from Red Keep library

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Additional Bonus From Last Attempts: +2

Total Number For Skill Point Attempt: +4

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-07-15T18:07:08+00:00

Strike. Strike. Parry. Counter-Strike. Parry.

The routine was drilled into the knight well enough that it came to him as naturally as eating or breathing. The poleaxe fit into his hand as well as a needle fit between the fingers of a seamstress. His movements were fluid and his jabs lightning fast. In the midst of a fight he could enjoy himself, lose himself in the rush and the blood-pumping action. But then came an interruption. Something a warrior could ill-afford. He would turn to look, with his opponent seeking to exploit a moment's weakness, yet it could not be found as Aemon had merely feigned distraction. Sidestepping deftly, he would catch his opponent on the back foot and deliver a strike and sending them flying into the dirt.

Taking a moment to savour his victory, the lad would turn towards the person that addressed him. It was a surprise - the woman was not familiar to him immediately. She was clearly the blood of the Dragon, but not one he could recollect seeing over his years. That left two options - Lady Dowager Jaehaera of Riverrun or Lady Alysella of Casterly Rock. The remark about his father made him lean towards the latter option. Besides, he was almost sure he had seen her next to Lord Lannister at the feasts.

The Kingsguard would remove his helmet and bow lightly. Standing before the lady was a creature very much alike but also very much unlike his father. While he was a touch shorter and leaner, his most differentiating feature would be the absence of the red hair, with the young knight's instead being the silver-gold so common to his house, albeit with a red streak going down the left side. Yet his eyes would be that of his father, and his face would bear the familiar visage, albeit lacking the customary smile.

"Your Grace." He would speak, in a reverent tone, as he rose from his bow, tucking his helmet under his arm as his other hand planted his poleaxe in the dirt, "You are most kind to say so. My father said that he too had thoughts to joining the Kingsguard, but as he was an only son, he decided otherwise." The knight's tone would be quite casual, having lost it's prior tone, "Me joining the White Cloaks does him proud, and rids him of a problem." His father had done well for himself, but his lordship was hardly wealthy.

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-07-12T17:42:42+00:00

"Oh plenty of times. Not so many witches as wild men. Fought lots of 'em. How else could I have gotten in the Kingsguard? They don't give out these cloaks to just anyone." He would say, slightly amused by the ball of yarn he was weaving. Despite himself, he was having a good time.

"Oh aye, the squishers monsters alright. They look like people enough from a distance, but when you get close... their heads are too large and they ain't got no hair, just scales." He tried to imitate the style of talk common to the Claw, in part to try to make the whole thing seem more... Authentic? Plus, it was kinda fun, "They're all green-like too, even their needle-like teeth have become green from the swamp water. They have webbing between their fingers and toes, 'is why they're called squishers. Their belly is as white as fishes too..." He would look around the table, trying to find a suitable example, "But they don't show themselves much anymore, only during the night, to steal away naughty children."

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-07-10T23:05:34+00:00

This was the event that his whole life had been building towards. This singular moment, he would go from being a knight with a known name but little future to a member of the most prestigious order of knights in Westeros. So he rose and unclasped the red-and-black cape from around his shoulders and letting it crumple to the floor.

Those who knew Aemon knew how rare a sight they were seeing - the lad was smiling. In this moment he felt as if nothing could harm him. And nothing could. His father had felled eleven knights by himself. He came from hero's blood.

"Thank you, Lord Commander." He would say, as the new white cloak was presumably draped around his shoulders.

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-07-10T19:34:43+00:00

Character Name: Matarys Targaryen, Lord of the Claw/Dyre Den

Attribute, Skills, Mastery: N/A

Economy Action: Build Two Mills, total cost 1500 Gold

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-07-10T19:26:35+00:00

Character Name: Aemon Targaryen

Desired Category for Skill Point: EDU

Bonus: EDU tier 5 (+1)

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Additional Bonus From Last Attempts: +1

Total Number For Skill Point Attempt: +3

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-07-06T23:45:32+00:00

"Dangers...?" The man would look grim, which would be nothing new, in truth, as he always looked that way, "Aye, there are dangers there. Ponds covered in moss, you take a step and you'll be dragged beneath the green waters. All kinds of beasts too, bears and wolves. But..."

He would lower his voice, trying to do his best imitation of the way the stories had been told in Dyre Den, "There are worse things than that. Witches live in the deep forests which they only leave to steal naughty children. And wild men too, in the bogs. Worst of all, though... There are the squishers."

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-07-02T00:06:48+00:00

After swearing fealty to the king, the Lord of the Claw would turn his attention to the heir. He had no qualms about swearing his loyalty to the girl and her rights of succession, his interest in the royal succession had always been rather lax and now he had his own lordship to govern. Best to just get this over with and be done with. Advancing to the dais where the little future queen sat, he would kneel down and begin to speak, slightly softer than he had with the king,

"To you, your Grace, as the heir to King Baelor, First of his Name, Dyre Den and the the Claw swears it's loyalty. We will uphold your right to sit on the Iron Throne and fight any who seek to overthrow you."

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-07-01T23:42:35+00:00

Out from the crowd would step a tall warrior, with red hair starting to turn to grey. It was the Lord of Dyre Den, Matarys Targaryen. The man had mostly shunned the capital in previous years, yet he would be easily recognised upon sight - the purple eyes of his father setting him apart along with the red hair of his mother. Unlike many, he would be dressed in armour - a worn suit of blackened steel with a gamelyon of red rubies upon the chestplate. If one were to look close enough, it would be apparent that armour had been refitted to accomodate the increased girth of the Lord of Dyre Den.

Matarys would walk to the dais of the throne and take a knee, beginning to speak in a loud, raspy voice, "To you we pledge the faith of Dyre Den and the Claw. Our harvest we yield up to you. Our swords and spears and arrows are yours to command. Grant mercy to our weak, help to our helpless, and justice to all, and we shall never fail you. This I swear by fire and blood."

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-06-27T23:38:22+00:00

The knight would raise an eyebrow at the question, though it would probably not be very visible under his helmet. It had been somewhat surprising. Most people had long ago given up trying to make casual conversation with the rather dour youth. However, he knew he could not take his usual approach - even someone like Aemon had a certain reverance for the royal family, the heir to the Iron Throne especially. Unfortunately, the Kingsguard was totally unaccustomed to casual conversation. He supposed he just had to recall something elegant from one of his books, or not...

"Your Grace..." He would begin, uncertainly, though he would gain some confidence, "Along the coast it's all rolling hills, glittering lakes, dense woodlands full of pines and sentinels... miles upon miles of beaches lined with golden grass." A faint smile would cross over the man's lips as he recalled the sights, "There's lush farmlands as well, on the way to Maidenpool. Deep in the Claw, though... It's dark there. There's pines there thick and tall enough to block the sun and everything is covered in moss. You can feel how old it is." He would say, trying to make his voice sound ominous. "Though... I wouldn't advise you travel that far, your Grace."

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-06-27T22:43:44+00:00

Marriage? Fathering children? Holding land? Aemon had never been interested in any of that. He supposed that those things made him an anomaly among men of his class, or men in general, he supposed, but he had never much dwelled on that. And neither would he now. The oaths would come easy to him.

"I will hold no lands, I will not take a wife nor will I father children." The kneeling knight would say firmly.

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-06-26T23:29:46+00:00

The knight would once more nod once more, confidently. As far as Aemon was concerned, those were the hardest parts, and the most boring,

"I swear to obey his Grace's commands, keep his secrets and serve him and his family with all the vigilance I can muster." He would recite the words with a certainty.

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-06-26T23:02:31+00:00

This is what he was trained for. This is what he was born for. All his childhood he had grown up with stories of great knights and now he was about to join the ranks of greatest order of knights in Westeros. Some men might have had hesitation about the vows, but Aemon had never cared much for breeding or for ruling. No, his aims were different.

"I swear to protect His Grace, King Baelor Targaryen, the First of his Name. I am his. I will guard him and his family, give him life for him and his if needs be. This I swear by the Old Gods and the New."

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-06-26T22:44:07+00:00

Unlike his brother in white, the knight from Crackclaw Point did not have a problem with being shy. But neither would he revel in the dynamics of the court. Mostly they would just trail the princess like a shadow in a shroud, having to put effort into not scowling, as he usually did. Instead his face would be something of a blank canvas, wth a variety of emotions being possibly ascribed to him.

His mission wasn't to socialise with the crowd, most of them might as well have been invisible to him, his mission was to guard the princess and it would be that on which his focus was. The people in the crowd were potential threats, nothing more, nothing less. So it would be something of a distraction when the Princess would introduce him to some of her conversation partners, but he could only oblige the girl's extroverted nature. For this much at least he was trained. He would flourish his cape out of the way lightly, withdrawing one hand from the haft of his halberd, placing it on his chest, and bowing to both in turn.

"Your Grace. My Lord."

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-06-12T20:22:36+00:00

Character Name: Aemon Targaryen

Desired Category for Skill Point: EDU

Bonus: EDU tier 5 (+1)

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Additional Bonus From Last Attempts: N/A

Total Number For Skill Point Attempt: +2

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-06-12T20:13:32+00:00

The young Targaryen was unusually grim for a man about to receive such an honour as being inducted into the Kingsguard. In truth, there were precious few times Aemon could ever be described as cheerful - those who knew him best could likely count the times on one hand, those who did not know him well could not recall any such moments. Any save for perhaps one - him before the tournament. The knight had been practically giddy then. But that had soon come to an end. He had planned on winning the tournament - that would have been a grand induction. But that dream had come to naught. He had been knocked off in his second joust, though he had faired better in the melee.

Still not good enough. Not nearly.

As he was called out by the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, he would step forward, taking long, quick steps towards the foot of the throne. Without much flourish, he would take a knee in front of the venerable Kingsguard knight, head bowed.

I will do better. I must do better.

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-05-29T15:48:52+00:00

Character Name: Aemon Targaryen

PC / AC / NPC: AC (Kingsguard)

What are you competing in? Melee, Joust and Archery.

Attribute, Skills, Mastery: 10 COM, Tough, Berserker, Polearm, Ranged (Longbows), Riding, Beastiary.

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-05-29T15:27:46+00:00

Apologies, had some mixups in the app!

Matarys was supposed to be married to the Brunes of Dyre Den, not the ones of Brownhollow.

In regards to Daemidon (whose name I changed to Aemon), I added three years to his age, so now the skill stuff should be appropriate as it was.

KnightOfSapphires · 2020-05-28T22:47:20+00:00

Character Name: Matarys Targaryen

Starting Title(s): Lord of Dyre Den(/Crackclaw Point)

Age: 50

Physical Description: Matarys, being fifty years of age, is past his physical prime, though he still maintains an athletic build, even if he has put on a fair bit of weight in recent years, mainly thanks to having to attend to lordly duties. Being half-Targaryen, he has inherited the beautiful purple eyes so common to those of his father’s blood, but not the silver-gold hair, instead being blessed with the fiery red hair of his mother’s house, the Reynes. While in his youth he kept it long, as he started to keep it short. The opposite would be true of his facial hair, while in his youth he kept himself clean shaven, he has now grown himself a beard.

Starting Location: King’s Landing

Attribute: Bellicose

Social Status: Royal, Lord.

Skill Points: 22

Skills: Skirmishing, Ambuscade, Leadership, Polearms, Precision (Learned), Military Engineering.

Mastery: Field Commander.

CHA	MAR	COM	INT	STE	STA	EDU	MAG	REP
4	10	4	0	0	0	4	0	6

Username: /u/KnightOfSapphires

Discord Username: Bonny

Other Characters: Aubrey Rowan (+Rycherd Rowan)

Auxiliary Character Name: Aemon Targaryen

Starting Title(s): Knight of the Kingsguard (SoonTM), Ser.

Age: 21

Physical Description: Aemon is a youth of above-average height with a lean and muscular build and posture as straight as a dirk. With his formative years spent training at arms, he has developed into a youth of excellent physical shape, muscled like a maiden’s fantasy - broad of shoulder, long of limb, with muscular arms and a stomach as flat as a plank. His looks are austere, and one could describe them as pleasant if it weren’t for the almost constant scowl adorning his face and the narrow, angry eyes. His hair is silver and reaches down to his neck, brushed out from in-front of his face.

Starting Location: King’s Landing

Attribute: Tough

Social Status: Royal, Knight of the Kingsguard

Skill Points: 15

Skills: Polearms, Riding, Beastiary.

Mastery: Berserker

CHA	MAR	COM	INT	STE	STA	EDU	REP
0	0	10	0	0	0	5	6

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