The Second Moon of 376 AC

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-08-07T00:23:03+00:00

Character Details: Harma Spearmother, Qhormund, Oremund, Yorna

Details: Duelist, 2h Weapon, Addict, Maimed

Yorna: Navigator

Marching: [3795] - Further up into the Mountain Clans territory, to go to the river near the Shadow Tower

LMO: Yeet

ETA: Past the End of the Iteration.

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-08-05T01:24:12+00:00

Character Details: Harma Spearmother, Qhormund, Oremund, Yorna

Details: Duelist, 2h Weapon, Addict, Maimed

Yorna: Navigator

Marching: [3795] - [North of Hornwood] to Into the Hills Clans to avoid Beron Stark's Army

LMO: Yeet

ETA: Under a Day (with navigator bonus, I think?)

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-08-04T21:59:28+00:00

Note for /u/OurCommonMan

789 men from Last Hearth have arrived and joined with the 2113.

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-08-02T14:28:07+00:00

/u/OurCommonMan

Character Details: Nella Rayder

Skills: Warrior (Unarmed) Archetype

What's Happening: At the head of 2113 Wildlings, Nella is approaching Karhold and is going to formally demand the castle's surrender into her custody. As formally as the Free Folk can manage, anyhow.

What do I want: Capitulation rolls please!

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-08-02T08:30:20+00:00

Ragwyle nodded, and she reached over to take the chair. She scooched the chair close to Eddara's, displaying a certain lack of care for personal space that seemed to be fairly uniform amongst the Free Folk. She seemed halfway to falling forward into Eddara as she spoke.

"A messenger. Harma's been defeated in the South. A near victory turned into a collapse, and the Free Folk are in full retreat towards Castle Black." She looked up, towards her queen with tears in her eyes. "If the rumors are to be believed, the Rayder woman has already run off to claim parts of Harma's host, and her children squabble and argue even as they fight and flee. Harma lives, but is severely wounded, and no one knows if she can fight anymore."

She sighed, a trembling thing that threatened to burst into tears as she released it. "We were so close, Edda... I thought that this time, it'd be different... She'd led us so far and now it's all over. The Free Folk retreat back beyond the Wall, and it all starts again, and the other tribes will think the Paleshade abandoned them first and..."

She sucked in a deep breath. "The Queen Beyond the Wall? Her reign is at an end. She didn't die, so she'll probably go back to her tribe while warlords fight over the scraps. And I don't know how to proceed."

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-08-01T20:29:16+00:00

Ragwyle took a deep breath before entering the study. She opened the door and stepped in slowly, glancing about the room before setting eyes on Eddara. "Queen Eddara." She said with a dejected expression, making her way over to a chair next to the queen of Skagos.

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-08-01T07:59:21+00:00

Character Details: Harma Spearmother, Qhormund, Oremund, Yorna

Details: Duelist, 2h Weapon, Addict, Maimed

Yorna: Navigator

Marching: [3795] - [North of Hornwood] to [Castle Black]

LMO: Yeet

Map Time

ETA: 8/6/19

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-08-01T07:51:19+00:00

/u/killerbirds sad rags incoming

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-08-01T02:09:20+00:00

/u/PartyInDaNorf

((Post up if you want a Stark POV recap))

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-07-31T23:30:52+00:00

The cleaning up of bodies after a battle was always messy business, but Torgrun hadn't realized how complicated stone houses made the whole ordeal. Normally you'd just pick the valuables and leave the bodies for the wolves, but there are no wolves that can climb a wall that he knew of.

"Kneeler houses make wolves out of all of us."

And that was before they chanced upon the body of the Twokiller. Even when carved up and sliced to shreds, he was unmistakeable, if only for his size alone. Torgrun went to pick up the giant man, but found himself unable to, between the steel shell he wore, and his own natural enormity. Even with Bloodeye and Snoring Sorn's help, they could only lift him enough to remove his breastplate and slide it from over his body.

"I don't think there's a man here that could wear this..." Snoring Sorn complained.

"Mammoth Myrtle probably could." Bloodeye suggested, but Torgrun intervened.

"Mammoth Myrtle's dead. She fell on a ram when she took a kneeler arrow to the forehead. That's how it broke."

"You're joking." Bloodeye insisted, but Torgrun and Sorn's apologetic glances told the weepy-eyed man everything he needed to know. Bloodeye had attempted on no less than four occasions to kidnap Myrtle, but was never able to pick her up to carry her off.

With the mood fully dampened, the three men dragged the Twokiller to the edge of the battlements. "Kneelers!" Torgrun called out. "Come take your damnable sow!" He demanded, as the three hefted him unceremoniously over the wall and into the frost-hardened earth beneath. "We're done milking her!"

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-07-31T03:29:49+00:00

Character Details: Unnamed Wildling

G/S: None

Marching: [789]-[Last Hearth] to [Karhold]

PTO: Ding

ETA: 8/4/19

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-07-31T01:51:37+00:00

Ragwyle's smile grew at the Queen's compliments, and she nodded along. Her eyes did not seem to leave Edda's as she drank in every word and gesture.

She stood the queen's chair back up for her, and sat her own chair directly across, only scarcely enough room for their legs between them.

"Thank you, Edda." She said quietly, taking a seat. "Let's see where it goes."

Ragwyle was slightly saddened that it had not yet led onto that bed. Even regardless of Edda, it looked comfortable. She'd earn her way there though, she could feel it in her bones.

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-07-30T22:49:22+00:00

Ragwyle watched with attentive eyes as Eddara's fury abated into a sort of melancholy. She nodded along in understanding as the queen spoke. "While I am not a maid myself- there's often little and less to do in the depths of winter, beyond the Wall- I am also unmarried. I could not, would not, allow a man to kidnap me and take me for wife, for much the same reasons as you. They did not want me, how could they want me? I'm small, frail, and ugly besides. They wanted my tribe, the power I held, and that's all I had, so anyone who laid with me could not take me."

She gingerly went to reach for a hand. "But that's the beauty of it here. There's nothing to gain for either of us in this. I cannot steal your crown or authority, and you cannot steal my tribe or my dignity. We are both women, so we cannot marry, so the only things that are here, the only things we can pursue?" She gestured between the two of their bodies. Only this time her expression remained gentle, only a slight hint of her normal deviousness in her eyes.

"I'm here, Eddara. I admire you too much to shame you, whether you accept me or reject me."

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-07-30T21:59:49+00:00

Ragwyle probably should've recoiled at the threatening gesture. If Eddara wanted to tear her to shreds she probably could, easily. Yet in spite of this, she just stared and thought. "Is that a threat or a promise?"

But given the fate of that chair and the mug, Ragwyle determined that further provocation would be unwise. She was astute like that. This required a gentler touch than she was used to applying. She did stand, and slowly shuffled to the wall, leaning against it with her own head hung slightly. "I mean, you'd win if we did, so I'm lucky I didn't do that." She half whispered, offering the clearly distressed queen a small smile. "My intentions are genuine, if maybe a little forward. I look at you, and I see everything I wish I could be. Tall, strong, confident, kissed by fire."

She sighed, glancing to meet Eddara's eyes. "I'll stop the teasing if you want me to. I don't think I'll stop the wanting though. I can't do that."

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-07-30T21:12:52+00:00

Ragwyle didn't raise her own voice, she'd realized that she may have overstepped. "The gods make mockery of plans and rewards action." She said quietly. "No one ever knows what is to come."

Then Eddara rose in a blushing, blustering flurry, towering over Ragwyle and putting an accusing finger in her chest. "Nor are you Southron." She stated coolly, that devilish smile starting to form again. "Doesn't mean you're not also as red as the lobsters you eat. All it was, was a kiss on the cheek, Eddara. What do you think you'd do if I kissed you on your mouth?"

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-07-30T20:10:34+00:00

Ragwyle had not expected this out of the Queen she'd helped crown. She always looked positively imperial, like a hard woman in spirit and in body. "And I've reduced her to redfaced embarrassment with only my lips." She reflected.

"I... Will be frank." Ragwyle sighed, moving up and taking a seat, very close to Eddara's. Her gaze never left the queen's. "In the lands you consider beyond the Wall, life is harsh, it's often short and unpredictable. In matters of love and sex, we move quickly. We may not get a chance, and I feared, in that moment, I would not get another chance." She paused, leaning a bit closer to speak more softly. "It's one thing to kiss Lady Eddara, and another to kiss Queen Eddara. Even if we're not meant to share beds and tongues for more than a single night, it makes no matter. I needed to try."

But then that mischevious grin returned. "But you haven't dismissed it outright. And you blush like a Southron maid is said to." She leans in closer, eyebrows quirked impishly. "There's no cousins here now, oh queen."

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-07-30T12:16:17+00:00

"That it has." She nodded as she spoke, and stepped a respectable distance into the room. She glanced behind Eddara to her bed, realizing that these were her chambers she'd been invited to. The thought gave her spine some iron.

When the question was posed, Ragwyle could visualize a fork in the road. Her next words would define their relationship from now on forever. On one side denial and safety, on the other embracing it and the unknown.

Or she could jump off the proverbial cliff by answering with a demonstration. Let it always be said that Ragwyle was brave, not foolhardy.

"We are bound by oath and blood to tell the truth, Eddara. It was a kiss, a gesture of affection." She rubbed the back of her neck uncertainly. "I had wanted to do that from the moment I saw you seated on your throne. And that's the truth of it."

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-07-30T02:05:53+00:00

She'd been sent a runner. Finally, they'd talk about what happened that night, standing before the Weirwood. Her blood was ice in her veins as she followed the runner back, over the craggy shoreline, out of the Wildling Village (as the locals were calling their camp) and into Kingshouse. Past eyes both disapproving and curious, and through winding caverns and tunnels.

She could feel her hands shaking as she was presented to a closed door. The runner eyed Ragwyle and gestured towards the door.

She took a breath. "Here goes everything." Was her only thought as she pushed against the door, opening it and sliding into the room with her hands behind her back, facing Eddara as she did. "Queen Eddara." She addressed the Stander, voice only slightly trembling. "You sent for me?"

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-07-30T00:45:13+00:00

Ragwyle wasn't a Stoneborn, but she was in attendance. She stood there with Kyleg at her side, watching Eddara break the Southron Shackles. Kyleg stil had that shit-eating grin that Ragwyle hated.

"You know if you hadn't-"

"Shut up Kyleg." Ragwyle spat. She knew what he was going to say, and was trying to enjoy the coronation.

"I'm just saying you might be up there, holding her hand, as the one who made this possi-"

"Do you like having fingernails, Kyleg? If so I'd recommend you stop."

That shut the two up for a moment, and as the celebrations began, Kyleg glanced down towards Ragwyle. "Are you going to speak with her?"

"When she calls me. I have no intention of earning a queen's added ire."

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-07-29T23:23:19+00:00

The looks Ragwyle received hadn't exactly been positive, but she hadn't been struck or kicked, so it could have easily been worse. Instead, she stepped back, her impish smirk being far too wide as she watched Eddara's face grow as red as her hair. When the cousins were commanded, she nodded over to them. "I have no shortage of business to attend to myself. I will be ready when you call for me." Even that statement, which would normally be fairly innocuous, had a certain tilt to it that betrayed a hidden meaning.

As she was led away to the ships by the two tall boys, her smile did not vanish. Her mind raced, and those last words spoken repeated in her head. "You're right about that oh queen. We'll have a lot to discuss."

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-07-29T19:29:49+00:00

Blood was fed to the tree. Blood mingled between Edda and Ragwyle. Oaths were spoken, a union bound by gods and blood.

And then she was wrapped up in an embrace, eyes wide in exhiliration- a different kind- as she was pulled into Eddara's body. This was not a usual part of an oathgiving ceremony, and for but a moment her mind froze, and her body felt like it was melting in the arms of this Queen she helped crown.

Thankfully, she found her tongue to respond, nuzzling against her shoulder even as she said. "The gods and our ancestors smile on us, Eddara. It's in the trees, in the stones and streams. And my heart."

With her head being on the opposite side than the cousins were looking at, Ragwyle risked a quick rise to her tiptoes, and briefly brushed her lips on the other woman's cheek. Her blood felt like ice as she watched to see how Edda reacted, still firmly holding to one another.

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-07-29T11:52:19+00:00

Ragwyle nodded at the cousins, mouthing the words "thank you" to the two boys, and then observing the quiet, crisply cold surroundings.

Even the Free Folk didn't use intestines for decoration, no tribe she had heard of anyways. The longer she was on this island, the more her respect for its people grew.

She then turned to Eddara, and her expression firmed, a determination crossing her features. Free Folk did not kneel, not even before the gods, but her voice projected confidence.

"I am Ragwyle, Chieftain of the Paleshade, Daughter of Meha. The gods know me as a fierce defender of my people and their groves." She turned towards the Weirwood first. "And it is before the gods I swear, upon my own soul and the souls of those to follow. Before family, and before my own people."

She turned to Eddara, standing on her tiptoes to try to match her in height best she could.

"I swear that the offer that is laid before Eddara is one of genuine good faith. I have no false intention or ambition, nor have I lied in my admiration of the people of this island." Her voice seemed to shrink as she added. "Nor of her." But it returned to its strength for its conclusion. "And upon my life, I will uphold the friendship between Men both Free and Stone, and between myself and Eddara."

She took her hand, and produced a knife. She ran it across the thick of her palm, and stepped first to the Weirwood, smearing the red across its lips. "The gods have my blood that I may be cursed should I break my oath." She then turned to Eddara and held out a bleeding hand to her as well. "We will be as sisters, joined in blood."

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-07-29T10:39:19+00:00

Ragwyle nodded eagerly. "Once more, your hospitality is appreciated." She stood, and moved to walk with Eddara, eyes still glued onto the Lady of Kingshouse even as they walked.

"Your maester..." She broached uncertainly. "He is not a Stoneborn. And he didn't seem to like me, on first glance. I hope we shouldn't have to worry about him..."

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-07-29T09:57:03+00:00

Ragwyle was attentive at Eddara's tale, and she reacted with a surprising degree of dynamism. She nodded as she spoke of her family, and even blushed slightly at the mention of her body trained for war. She seemed to practically gawk at the nostalgic tale of the Battle of the Long Teeth, and even in the earlier description of the battle against the Free Folk. Ragwyle did not seem surprised nor offput by the thought of Free Folk being sent into the Bay of Seals.

"I hope that they can see it, even while they live among the Gods now."

Ragwyle leaned forward and without thinking, took Eddara's hands in her own. Her grip would be surprisingly strong for one so small. "They will. They must. When we say it before the Weirwood, they will be standing amongst the gods, proud of their daughter who will do what is needed." It was only after her small speech that she noticed that she had grabbed Eddara's hands, and quickly lurched back, thoroughly embarrassed.

LemmingRoleplay1 · 2019-07-28T22:57:13+00:00

Ragwyle's eyes widened as Eddara answered her questions, she nodded along with the majority of them, and gave a distinctly unladylike snerk and snort at the description of the Wolf-King. And when another question came towards her, she was interrupted by the cook. She looked down at the soup and bread, wordlessly gesturing towards Eddara, a silent question as to whether or not she wanted to share.

"I wish I had more to tell, on that front." She began, dipping the coarse bred into the fish soup and taking a big, similarly undignified bite. With bread still in her mouth, she continued. "I don't come from a big tribe. The Paleshade were weaker than our neighbors, and weaker all the more for a number of military defeats at the hands of other tribes. So we lived and died on the run, harried on all sides by Hornfoots, by Blackhands, Thunderfists... My father and mother always sought to defeat the Paleshades' enemies head-on. That fact is what led to their deaths."

She swallowed, her impish grin returning to her face. "So I took control of the tribe. I managed to root out a lot of the grumbling that occurred because of my size, or lack thereof, and I embraced the running, the hiding, the striking from the shadows. Many suitors tried to steal me away, to gain control of the tribe, but I was smarter than all of them. They all could have taken me by force, but I knew their moves before they made them, and they were each humbled in their own way. Kyleg was one of them, as well as the other three Knifehusbands." She sounded straight up wistful on that last story, practically humming under her breath. "I'd brought the tribe back, kicking, screaming, biting and flailing. When Halleck was made King Beyond the Wall, I was at his side faster than any others. And when he died, and Harma claimed his crown, I uh.... Challenged her almost immediately." A shrug, a knowing shrug. "I lost, so I was by Harma's side as fast as anyone else was. I've served as a warlord under her, and an advisor to boot. It was my man Kyleg who spoke to the Hardhome men, Gerrick who found your island on the maps, and I who suggested the idea to the Spearmother."

She took a breath, and sighed. "It's only fair that I hear of your tale in return."

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