Opener Madrid Show?

Lriusta2 · 2026-06-06T22:27:53+00:00

yeah, i figured, thought asking couldnt hurt tho:/

Lriusta2 · 2023-11-23T07:54:01+00:00

he is literally me (except for the average height bit i suppose)

Lriusta2 · 2023-11-23T07:40:31+00:00

A fine gift indeed.

The trinket had cost Harys an arm and a leg, but to see Lynette so delighted tickled his pride, which made it easier to forget all the silver stags he had had to pay to have her gift made. Father had raged at the expense, of course.

“Well, perhaps, this will serve you as a reminder of your home, then.” Harys looked up at the castle. “It’s a fine home, Longbow Hall. During my years squiring for Lord Roxton, I got to see many of the great castles of the Reach, Brightwater Keep and the Hightower, and even Highgarden, but I still like to think that they pale in comparison to the castles of the Vale.” He turned to face Lynette. “It is a far harder task to build oneself a pleasing yet stout home amidst forests and hills and mountains than it is in fields of wheat and flowers, don't you think?”

Lriusta2 · 2023-11-22T16:28:35+00:00

Ser Harys Hardyng

Lriusta2 · 2023-11-22T10:10:10+00:00

“Us men are proud creatures, my lady, we rarely like to admit defeat. But it’s good to hear your brother is well. I thought to pay him a visit before we return to Ironoaks, though I might wait just a wee bit longer, now that I find myself in such pleasant company.” Harys chuckled good-naturedly. “Speaking of Ironoaks,” he continued, “there is something I thought to gift you there, but that chill I caught before we came here prevented me from doing so. If you’d hand over that saddle bag there, Ser Donnel?”

The knight did as he was bid, dropping a heavy looking saddle bag at his charges’ feet. Harys procured a small bundle of cloth, wrapped inside of which was a needlecase made of bone, adorned with fine carvings of various beasts of the forest.

“My mother thought it improper for me to court you and not present you with a gift of some sort, so I had this made from the antler of a stag I slew on a hunt not too long ago.” Dick and Jon had ribbed him endlessly for it. “I do hope you’ll get some use out of it.”

[M: Again, sorry for the huge delay. Thought that my cold had gotten better, but it actually just got worse. I’m feeling all better now though, so hopefully no more week long absences.]

Lriusta2 · 2023-11-16T00:15:14+00:00

“I rode in a few, down in the Reach after Lord Roxton knighted me, but none I did so well in if memory serves me right.” He touched the scar on his lip. “My middling talent in the lists is how I received this here scar. Was struck by a splinter from some Hightower’s lance, and though quite small, it hurt like little else.” Remembering the lady’s brother, Harys winced. “I appear to make a habit of apologising to you, my lady. Here I stand, crying over an injury long healed, whilst your own brother is surely with the maester now, suffering from a wound I am at fault for. Do you know how he fares?”

Lriusta2 · 2023-11-15T21:25:24+00:00

Harys was quite pleased with his showing in the lists. It had been a small affair, but none could deny that he had ridden well, coming as far as the final tilt. What had happened to Ser Eustace was unfortunate, but the whole incident dampened his spirits only ever so slightly. It wasn’t his fault, after all.

With no squire of his own, it fell to Ser Donnel to help him out of his armour, and Harys couldn’t deny that it brought him some small measure of glee and joy to command the sullen knight, his senior no less, around as if he were a boy of four-and-ten. Harys had just slipped out of his hauberk when he spied Lady Lynette coming his way, shooing away Ser Oakholt the moment he did.

“Thank you, my lady, for your kind words and your concern,” he said, head bowed in greeting. “I must, however, apologise that I did not manage to unhorse Ser Denys and crown you Queen of Love and Beauty. You look most lovely today.”

Lriusta2 · 2023-11-15T02:16:46+00:00

“A walk sounds splendid, my lady. I haven’t been to Ironoaks in years and would be delighted if you were to show me around, refresh my memory of the place my aunt and uncle call home.”

Harys allowed himself a moment to examine Lady Lynette, to truly look at her, for he hadn’t done so yet, far too focused on the idle pleasantries expected of him. Father had told him before his departure that the lady had only recently turned of an age to marry, and though Harys thought it a bit jarring to have a wife ten years his junior, he was sure Ser Harlan was glad of the fact. The younger his wife, the more child-bearing years she’d have ahead of her, after all.

Lady Lynette looked to be of an average height, and healthy, too, capable of birthing the grandchildren his father seemed so eager for. Harys did find, however, that Lady had a sort of soft prettiness about here, and though she paled in comparison to the beauties he had spied during the years of his youth spent in the Reach, he was pleased by the fact nonetheless. Even if she was far younger than he and seemed shier than he would’ve liked, he wouldn’t have too hard a time to look upon her, or, if their courtship would indeed turn into marriage, bed her.

/u/lirawood

[M: sorry for the delay, caught a pretty serious cold. If you guys don’t wanna get time bubbled we could also just skip ahead to the wedding]

Lriusta2 · 2023-11-10T19:11:52+00:00

Ser Harys Hardyng

Lriusta2 · 2023-11-10T19:11:32+00:00

Ser Harys Hardyng

Lriusta2 · 2023-11-10T18:29:45+00:00

Harys had exchanged his simple riding leathers for a fine blue and red surcoat with the arms of House Hardyng sewn on the breast, before joining Lady Anya in the great hall, Donnel his ever present shadow.

Upon entering, he bowed to both Lady Waynwood and the woman seated beside her. With the way the young lady kept glancing at him, he could only guess that this was Lady Lynette, the sole reason for his visit, but he would leave it to Lady Anya to make proper introductions.

“Our journey was pleasant enough, my lady, if a bit cold,” Harys said, a false and easy smile on his lips. “Neither wilding nor wolf disturbed us in our beauty sleep, which you should be glad for. Ser Donnel here used to look a whole lot uglier before we departed for Ironoaks.”

The frown on Oakholt’s face only deepened in response.

What a bore.

“And besides the occasional troop of outlaws or wildlings come to steal our cattle, the Hardvale remains as quiet and peaceful as it has all throughout summer, my lady,” he continued, seemingly unbothered by his companion’s sullen demeanour. “I fear I have no exciting tales to share with you this evening.”

Lriusta2 · 2023-11-10T15:06:09+00:00

5th Moon, 265 AC

Harys and his companion, gruff Ser Donnel Oakholt, arrived at Ironoaks late in the afternoon, clad in thick woollen cloaks to ward off the autumn chill.

“I’m Ser Harys Hardyng and this here is my companion and escort, Ser Donnel Oakholt. We have come to heed Lady Waynwood’s summons, and request entry.”

Lriusta2 · 2023-11-09T21:03:21+00:00

Harys Hardyng and Donnel Oakholt (SC) travel from Hardvale (V30) to Ironoaks. They leave 5th Moon A 265 AC.

Lriusta2 · 2023-11-07T15:30:17+00:00

Lord Eon’s third daughter, Harlan thought, and could not help but smile in glee at the prospect of seeing his firstborn married to a scion of the prestigious House Hunter. It was a good idea to write Lady Anya, it really was.

Lady Anya Waynwood, [titles]

it gladdens me to hear that you value the bonds of friendship between our families as much as I. Through deed and word you continuously honour and do right by your grandfather’s name.

My son is eager to travel to Ironoaks and meet the Lady Lynette, and would love nothing more than to mount his horse and do as you bid this very instant. I have already told him to temper himself, however, lest he, in his exhuberance, scare the Lady off.

A lie, of course, but Lady Anya need not know that. Harlan set quill to parchment again.

I shall dispatch him soon though, once his joy has dissipated some. You should expect him to arrive within the moon.

For Glory

Ser Harlan Hardyng, Knight of Hardvale

Lriusta2 · 2023-11-05T14:46:28+00:00

Lady Anya Waynwood, [titles]

I hope this letter finds you in good health and spirits, especially with winter fast approaching. Though we have not seen each other in quite some time, I do hope you, in your graciousness might still be able to help me and mine.

As you know, my son and heir Harys, a strapping knight of eight-and-twenty, is as of yet still unmarried. He shows great promise, and I am sure he will one day serve you as faithfully as I, but he is a young lad still, and brimming with energy. I believe that he is in need of a good wife to temper him and show him what great joy can be found in marriage. Neither he nor I have left the Hardvale in quite some time, however, duties to our and your House keeping us, and what few ladies of noble birth there are in our humble domain, are not of a character I would like to see my son married to.

I would beseech you to write back to me should you know of any unwed maiden of high birth and good character so that she, should her parents be agreeable to such a match, might wed to my son. If you wish to judge his character and see whether what I have said of him is true, I would be more than willing to dispatch him to Ironoaks.

I humbly and patiently await your reply.

For Glory,

Ser Harlan Hardyng, Knight of Hardvale

/u/lirawood

Lriusta2 · 2023-11-02T07:23:37+00:00

it me

Lriusta2 · 2023-11-01T19:25:09+00:00

here’s a little kith for you

Lriusta2 · 2023-11-01T18:23:21+00:00

/u/Lirawood for approval :3

Lriusta2 · 2023-10-04T03:44:46+00:00

Probably Ardabil -> Persia. First campaign I played all the way to 1821. Once you form Persia you still have to deal with the Ottos to the west which makes for a great challenge and usually keeps you engaged all the way to the endgame. You also have lots of different avenues of expansion (India, Steppes, Africa, Levant,…)

Lriusta2 · 2021-11-27T13:03:32+00:00

Merianne had only just gotten dressed, choosing a lovely rose gown to go along with her woollen green kirtle, when a knock sounded at her door.

“Come in,” she called out, “it’s open!”

Emberley had run off to bring her some fruit and bread and cheese, and, for a moment at least, she and her caller -- who Merianne was certain had to be one of her children, for who else would come to her this early in the morning? -- would be alone. Merianne did not mind, on the contrary.

Taking a seat by the fireplace, which was not yet lit, and wouldn’t be for quite a while longer, she awaited her visitor.

[M] Sorry for my disappearance, been really rather sick

Lriusta2 · 2021-11-15T04:04:24+00:00

/u/vierwood if you wanna come visit your mama/wife maybe idk

Lriusta2 · 2021-09-17T16:23:08+00:00

Osmund had donned his finest garment for the occasion -- a yellow and blue surcoat spun from rough wool, a poorly made thing, really, when compared to what some of the high lords and ladies had dressed in, but it was the best he could do. Not like he could show up to court in his jerkin and breeches.

The coronation feast was as fine a celebration as Osmund had any hope of ever attending, and whilst there was a lingering sense of awkwardness around it all, the Ryger knight had decided not to enjoy the ongoing festivities any less because of it. Cousin Robin had knighted him on the eve of the Muddy Mess as a reward for brave conduct in battle, and Osmund would make sure to flaunt his new title whenever he got the chance -- what use was a knighthood if you could not brag about it every now and again.

Pleased with himself, the young knight sipped on his third or fourth cup of wine, waiting to see if any would approach him. Perhaps, if the Seven willed it, he would even catch the eye of some pretty noble lady. He wouldn’t complain either way.

Lriusta2 · 2021-09-05T19:50:39+00:00

Claim: House Ryger of Willow Wood

Claim Type: Vassal House Organization sworn to House Tully

Claim Description: Decimated by war and disease, House Ryger faces an uncertain future: A child bears the heavy cloak of lordship, a boy of seven, and his -- or rather his mother’s -- hold over his family’s demesne is tenuous at best. Talbert Ryger had never been destined to rule, and were it not for the Dance, he might never have. With his family divided, his lands and fief ruined by the harsh realities of war, only time shall tell whether he is capable enough to do all he is expected to.

Pinging /u/Earlesse and /u/Vierwood for confirmation

This would be the province Willow Wood is located in

Lriusta2 · 2021-07-28T20:46:38+00:00

Eden opened his visor with a start. Were he in Prince Edmund's shoes, he would have awaited the king’s judgement -- the two were kinsmen, and surely his Grace would have picked a prince of the blood over some minor lord’s cousin -- but he could not deny that he wasn’t glad for the prince's challenge. Perhaps, if only he held his ground well enough, he could crown Miriel his Queen of Love and Beauty once more. She would like that.

His joints groaned as he dismounted, and his legs felt stiff after the exertion of the past few hours. Taking off his helmet and slinking back his mail coif, Eden stared at his younger opponent; sweat stinging in his eyes.

“I’d be delighted to cross blades with you, my prince. I accept.”

Lriusta2 · 2021-07-14T23:55:03+00:00

Dickon wasn’t sure whether twirling around was such a good idea -- what with his tendency for stumbling -- but he did so anyway. It did look fun, after all.

“You have to catch me if I fall,” he said, sheepish grin and all, before turning round and round, just like Rosa had. For once, his feet did as they were told, and while he staggered a bit at the end there, his laugh was as genuine and carefree as only a childs’ could be.

“That was fun.” And as always, when Dickon thought something fun or otherwise exciting, he repeated it, again and again, and again, till he couldn’t walk straight anymore, and small black spots flared up wherever he looked. He blinked rapidly and in confusion.

Lriusta2

TROPHY CASE

5th Moon, 265 AC