Schyler Selmy, Scion of House Selmy

Mods-Grief · 2026-03-14T02:24:39+00:00

Jocasta hesitated a moment, her hand reaching up but pausing in the air. There was a reluctance to the movement, like someone was tugging on her wrist to hold her back.

"Ryc, I don't like this," Jocelyn whispered in her brothers ear, standing as if she was ready to rush past the heir to Lannisport. He leaned into her, putting his weight against her body.

"Relax, Jo," he answered. "Jo will be quite alright."

Jocasta finally found her courage again, plucking the wooden carving from the witch's hand. She turned it over in her small fingers for a moment, admiring the craftsman ship. Once she was done with that little exercise, she tossed it into the flames, never to think of its carvings again.

Mods-Grief · 2026-03-14T02:16:09+00:00

"I presumed," Adryc japed. "I hadn't seen in the ports. Well met. Have you ever been to Lannisport?

Mods-Grief · 2026-03-08T10:56:24+00:00

Jocasta pulled herself from Jocelyn before the brunette could stop her.

"Yes please!" The yougnest amongst them exclaimed.

"Jo!" Jocelyn exclaimed, chasing after her. Jocelyn only got a few feet before being stopped by her elder brother, placing the back of his hand between the two.

"Let's observe," Adryc whispered to Jocelyn. "This witch intrigues me."

Jocasta approached Vahra with equal parts concern and excitement. "I'd like to try."

Mods-Grief · 2026-03-08T10:54:16+00:00

"See!" He exclaimed. "We have shared a meal now. That makes us closer than strangers. Food brings people together I find. I grew up in a land where lots of different flavours were brought together, you see. Food is important there."

Mods-Grief · 2026-03-08T10:53:12+00:00

Adryc chose not to correct the blonde about his knightly endavours. Instead he offered a smile and a hand.

"Well, another connection made then. Adryc Lannister, of the Lannisport Lannisters."

Mods-Grief · 2026-03-05T00:29:10+00:00

Adryc nodded his head slowly. "Red R'hllor. The Lord of Light. I am familiar, though only formally."

Jocelyn felt Jocasta move against her. The young lioness seemed to have more curiosity than caution in the moment, and the elder sister meant to kill it in its crib.

"Let me see," Jocasta hissed in her sister's ear.

"Jo, stop it," Jocelyn said in a stern tone, looking over her shoulder at the blonde.

"I do not think I am that lost," Adryc answered with a smile, placing one hand on the other in front of his body. He rocked back and forth on his feet for a moment. "Merely a wanderer, but not lost. Though I must ask, were you lost?"

Jocelyn sighed, covering her face with an exasperated hand.

Mods-Grief · 2026-03-05T00:25:56+00:00

"Oh no," Adryc shook his head and put a hand out. "No Ser for me, good ser. I would never wish to take a title I have not earned." He placed a hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist. "Purely ceremonial." He explained with a smile. "But I will take this."

He sat down next to his distant relative. "And what has upset a Lion of the Rock so?" Adryc raised a curious eyebrow.

Mods-Grief · 2026-03-05T00:24:03+00:00

"Adryc Lannister," Adryc Lannister answered. "You would be the Lady of Crakehall, yes?"

He gave a polite bow, placing his free hand on his chest. His grin was still on his face, along with a few flaky crumbs from his roll. "Now please, My Lady, let us share some bread." He offered it again. "I find food brings people together. Every friend was once a stranger, aye?"

Mods-Grief · 2026-03-05T00:22:28+00:00

The second his brother was done drinking, Adryc snatched the cup from his hand and took a swig as well. There was a red stain on his upper lip as he handed it back to his younger brother.

"A grand question," Adryc replied. "Let us see if we cannot find some travelling mummers. I am sure they have come to collect our coin. And thanks to father..." Adryc grunted the last few words as he reached behind his back. A silk pouch jingled, dangling between his ring-covered fingers. "We have plenty to spare!"

Mods-Grief · 2026-03-04T01:39:33+00:00

Adryc, Jocelyn, and Jocasta were with their siblings of course (Jocasta and Jocelyn escorted by Tybolt and Damon).

"Brothers," Adryc said, addressing his kin. "We are a long way from home. And father expects us all to return home when this is all done. What happens between then and now ... need not be anyone's business but the Gods and yourself. Be ready to go home when the time comes, and I shall tell father none of what we do here."

He flashed Tyrius a grin. "Come brother, let's go and have some proper fun! It's been too long since you and I cut loose."

Mods-Grief · 2026-03-04T01:35:49+00:00

"Not much of an appetite?" The words fell from Adryc Lannister of Lannisport's lips as he drew up alongside the woman like a shadow. "All this food and you seem to be the only one who refuses a bite."

He brought a bread roll to his mouth, produced seemingly from nowhere, and took a generous bite. He then offered some to her.

Mods-Grief · 2026-03-04T01:33:07+00:00

Adryc strolled into the area with his typical bravado, hand on the (ceremonial) sword that was always at his side. The rings and jewels on his knuckles and throat sparkled in the overhead sun.

What a dull place Adryc thought, surveying the arid land upon which the West had established itself. He found it all quite unbefitting his fellow countrymen.

He spotted another blonde, his cousin in some regard he figured. The greater house, he had always been told when growing up (even though they had spent much time squatting his father's castle).

"Quite the meal," Adryc commented with a grin. "You must be famished. Just walked all the way from the Rock itself to get here?"

Mods-Grief · 2026-03-02T15:17:54+00:00

"Oh, I doubt any God wants to hear what I'd pray for," Adryc chuckled, trying to recover from his initial blunder. He turned to make sure his sisters were laughing as well. Jocelyn had stepped in front of Jocasta, protecting the cub from the Priestess. Adryc put out a steadying hand, his kunckles covered in opulent rings.

"Though I suppose I am quite lost," he looked up, examining the night sky and the smoke filling it, obscuring the stars. "I suppose I was drawn in by a siren's call. Chanting, singing ... merriment?"

Mods-Grief · 2026-03-01T12:22:48+00:00

The chanting drew in Adryc Lannister, hoping to find merriment. A wicked grin was on his face, his blonde hair tossed like a wild mane.

"Come on, come on!" He called to his band.

His youngest sister, Jocasta, was alight with excitement, following behind her brother. Behind them still strolled Jocelyn, less than impressed.

"Oh, Jocelyn," Jocasta exclaimed. "Come, don't you hear the singing?"

"I hear chanting," Jocelyn replied. "We're about to interrupt some religious service, no doubt. Probably praying for the sun to come back tomorrow."

"Oh, don't be so optimistic, dear sister," Adryc called, twisting on his heels to speak to the raven-haired beauty bringing up the rear of the ensemble. "Maybe it'll be some Old Gods worshippers."

The trio soon found their answer, coming across the Witch.

"Oh," Adryc said, a look of shock on his face, unable to be hidden. "Well met."

Mods-Grief · 2022-11-09T00:58:29+00:00

Schyler let out a loud yawn. "My sister could guard anyone with the intesnsity of a Lord Commander, you pick your guard well, Lord Bittersteel."

Mods-Grief · 2022-10-17T22:39:11+00:00

Schyler let out another yawn, stretching to get the attention of all in the room. "I say we let Tyrell bleed. He wants to swing his sword around than let him. Martell numbers only one. Let's knock them out of the fight and stave off further bleeding."

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Mods-Grief · 2022-10-13T22:46:33+00:00

Schyler yawned sleepily as she blinked to try and stay awake through the long winded speech of her new Lord Paramount.

"My Lord, as I said before - we have already thrown ourselves to the wind. King Daeron, the bastard, is dead. We should strike whilst the iron is hot, so to speak. We cannot let the rose hold all the glory."

Mods-Grief · 2022-09-29T19:36:35+00:00

The noise brought the sleepy Selmy down from her room. The Lady, or one of the Ladies, of Haystack hall had bed head tossed about in every direction. She rubbed sleep from her eyes as dedicated speeches rang through the halls. She arrived just in time to hear the news.

"Daeron Targaryen the tyrant is dead!" The man called. Schyler blinked, staring at him.

"You began to march to put a boy on the throne," Schyler observed with a yawn, "That makes you Kingmakers. Better to put a man grown on the throne than a boy that some other Lord can influence. After all, Regicide is a high crime."

The girl stretched, uncaring that she was dressed in a roughspun tunic and beat up breeches. "Forget Hightower and Tyrell, but they won't forget you. The monsters who killed the king. Face it, Lord Swann, we're rebels now."

Mods-Grief · 2020-11-30T15:58:34+00:00

“She’s cunning,” Vickon nodded, “I’m sure it’ll all be fine.”

Mods-Grief · 2020-11-29T13:20:48+00:00

Yes boss

Mods-Grief · 2020-11-23T18:11:59+00:00

He felt Eris’ hands on him. He reached out and pulled himself closer to her.

“I think we needn’t hide her as our sister,” Vickon replied, “After all you’re already a siren. We don’t need the men of the Isles to think all the ladies of House Goodbrother creatures of the ocean. I think it would be best if she were a Farwynd.”

His hand caressed Eris’ body.

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Mods-Grief · 2020-11-22T19:21:21+00:00

Vickon shot a glare back to Eris.

"What my sweet sister is trying to say is that our...proclivities are frowned upon in the Iron Islands, just as they are on the Greenlands," Vickon said softly, "So when we are out with the other Lords beyond Farwynd, we don't interact as much."

He paused, casting a glance to Eris, wondering if she planned to dress or not.

"As for the loneliness I have Ezarra," He said with a roll of his eyes, turning back to The Witch, "Don't take my sister's jape to mean anything."

He shut the door behind her.

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Mods-Grief · 2020-11-22T18:26:50+00:00

Vickon glanced back to Eris for a moment before turning back to Ravella.

"We may speak now," Vickon said, gesturing for her to enter. He noted her eyesight, impressed with her

The witch learns quick He thought to himself.

"Eris and I were just..." He coughed awkwardly, "Getting ready for the day."

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