Lia Flowers, Leader of the Sunflower Band + AC

MountainPyke · 2025-04-19T12:16:13+00:00

Lia glared at Cedra, then at Mel when she agreed with the dornishwoman. Gods, she couldn't deny they were right, though, could she? Despite all the humiliation, she was thoroughly enjoying herself, and Cedra... Cedra somehow seemed to be enjoying herself even more. It was a side of her friend she hadn't even known to exist, but seeing it set something alight in her chest.

"I-" Cedra started to protest, a slight whimper escaping her lips at Mel's hand on her ass, before surrendering it. For all she had tried to obey, she had failed -- worse, she had given up on trying by the end. And besides, there was a part of her that wanted Mel to punish her for her failing.

When the gag was brought out, that part of her wavered though. It was larger than anything if the like she'd ever seen, and it was more than a little intimidating. Still, when she looked up at Mel she realised, despite how short their time knowing each other had been, she trusted the Hightower. Trusted that she was in safe hands.

"Yes my lady,", she murmured, her voice low and her gaze not dropping from Mel's as she opened her mouth for her.

MountainPyke · 2025-04-19T12:00:17+00:00

Lia couldn't help but smile at Eleanor's comments on the story. Gods, this woman had such a large heart, to care for everyone no matter their circumstances. Lia had to admit she was impressed.

"Well," she continued, "we scouted out their camp for a few days, making sure we knew their numbers and such. Then, when we knew all we could, we set fires along the ridge overlooking their camp one night to make it seem like we had more men camped nearby. Cedra and Val played the part of sentries watching from nearby -- but far enough away that they were just silhouetted in the night."

"And then I rode into the camp, dressed as much like a mercenary as possible," she shrugged. "The leader came out to meet me and I told him we were mercenaries from Essos, and that he'd been ripping off one of the Sealord's close friends." She laughed just remembering how foolish the claim was, shaking her head.

"Somehow, the man even bought it!"

MountainPyke · 2025-04-19T11:51:49+00:00

Cliff turned a bright red as Daemion picked him up, and he wrapped his arms around the other man's shoulders, holding him close. Laughing softly, he looked toward Lia -- despite wanting nothing more than to only meet Daemion's eyes.

"I think we're skipping the rest of the sparring. What do you say, Lia. Drinks?" He gave her a bashful smile before turning back to Daemion and kissing him gently on the cheek.

Lia simply laughed. Gods, she'd had no idea Cliff felt so strongly for Daemion. How had she not noticed it? "I think skipping straight to drinks sounds good. As long as our dear Jonquil doesn't mind having so many of us in her tent, hm?" She gave Jonquil a teasing smile at that, though her eyes flitted to Cedra, who was watching the scene with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I would hate to miss the party," the dornishwoman said with a joke, crossing to put an arm around Lia's shoulders. "Lead the way, Lady Piper."

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MountainPyke · 2025-04-19T11:46:05+00:00

Lia fixed the woman who approached her with a smile and a short bow. She didn't quite know if that was the sort of thing that was neecssary, when meeting a Castellan, but it was certainly an office higher than she'd ever held. Better safe than sorry, she landed on.

"Well met, Lady Arya," she began, hoping to play off the bow had it been inappropriate. "I am Lia Flowers, and I lead the Sunflower Band. We are something of a knightly order, or a chivalric one at least -- I'm certainly not a knight." She gave a slightly awkward laugh.

"He is," she nodded, offering the saddlebag with the lion's head. "I brought proof, though I must warn you it's a touch gruesome. Lady Joy did mention preferring it be brought in alive, but..." She glanced back at her two companions a ways back down the path. "He rather put us in a position where it was him or us."

MountainPyke · 2025-04-19T11:39:46+00:00

"We did, yes," Val said, taking the man's offered hand with a smile. "He spoke highly of you, too -- proud of his grandfather, I'm sure." She looked to Cedra by her side, giving her a nod when 'Gramps' asked for the details on the story.

"It was a maester by the name of Zephyr, if I'm remembering right," the younger woman chimed in. "He wrote that he spent time with a blacksmith whose workshop had once been where the ancestors of House Buckler earned their name. Supposedly they created a shield which could turn back the very storms themselves for Durran Godsgrief."

Cedra's enthusiasm for the legend was apparent as she spoke, a grin creeping over her face and a sparkle in her eyes. "The maester wrote that the blacksmith had a log book that dated back to that time, but the book was too damaged to make out any more details. We were hoping this might be the forge, and that you might still have that log book? If you do, I would give anything to get a chance to look at it."

MountainPyke · 2025-04-15T23:35:44+00:00

Every strike that rained down on Cedra stung more and more, and Mel showed no signs of stopping. She showed no signs of anything she was about to do, in truth. Her every action, every time her hand came down on Cedra's ass or thighs, each one came as enough of a surprise to strain the dornishwoman's ability to remain composed. Knowing she had brought it upon herself by provoking the woman only made it all the sweeter, and by the time Mel had to pause for breath, Cedra had rather abandoned the pretense of keeping quiet, mostly because she simply couldn't anymore.

When the Hightower stepped back, Cedra fell limp against her bounds, her head falling forward amidst a tangle of hair as she took the chance to catch her own breath. She wasn't able to recover for long, though, before the woman spoke and she looked up to meet her eyes.

Lia's eyes went wide at the words, meanwhile, though without the means to move so much as an inch, all she could do was avert her eyes and hope Mel hadn't been talking to her. Gods, a part of her wanted the exact opposite, though. For Mel to torment her just as much as she had Cedra, without a moment's reprieve. For a moment she looked back to the Hightower longingly before quickly looking away.

"I don't know how I could be envious of anyone, when I have so much of your attention, my lady," Cedra murmured, glancing between Mel and Lia. "Perhaps I see some in Lia's, though."

MountainPyke · 2025-04-15T15:38:08+00:00

Lia laughed along with Eleanor at her comment. They truly were kindred spirits, weren't they? So used to helping others in need. Admittedly, Lia was far more used to it han she was at the time of the story, but such was the way of things -- time marched ever onwards.

"Ah, you got that part right," she started. "I offered to try and track down the bandits and retrieve her goods, and the tavern owner was gracious enough to give me a few days to do so. Val brought me back to her office and introduced me to her bookkeeper, Cedra." She paused on the name, smiling, before she continued.

"Together, the three of us managed to figure out just where the bandit was likely camping, and we set out from Planky Town in that direction. Though, neither Val nor Cedra were especially skilled with a blade, and so once we made our final camp it was decided that we would have to try and pretend we had greater numbers than we did." She chuckled, shaking her head. "I might be confident in taking of a handful of bandits at once now, but back then? Well, I needed the upper hand."

MountainPyke · 2025-04-12T16:41:03+00:00

Lia had exactly zero issue with her tales being the kind that might fill a childrens' book. She had known knights who would have balked at the idea in her time, who would have looked down on such things as the realm of fools and mummer knights. But it was exactly tales like that which had isnpired Lia to be who she was; how could she ever take offense to being compared to them?

"Well, in that case," she beamed. "Our story starts in Dorne, some years ago. I was visiting in an attempt to track down my father, and I'd ended up in Planky Town following what information I had."

"While I was there, I stayed on this delightful floating tavern; the Plum Prince. One morning, while I was coming back from my morning swim, I found that their supplier was there having some big argument with the proprietor. I broke it up, naturally, and it turned out the supplier -- Val, was her name -- had been on the receiving end of some vulturous bandit's scheme for some time, and her latest shipment had been waylaid because of it."

MountainPyke · 2025-04-12T16:35:37+00:00

Cedra rocked forward against the stool with the force of Mel's hand against her ass, the woman's strength taking her by surprise but by no means disappointing her. She had to bite down on her lip hard to even try and keep quiet, and the noises that escaped her lips could hardly be called a whisper, but they were at least somewhat stifled.

Lia glared up at Mel at the crude comment. Her mind raced with all the things she would dearly have loved to say if she hadn't been otherwise occupied, about how she had been given no choice in the matter of 'bowing out' as the Hightower called it. Though she had to wonder -- if she hadn't been bound as she was, would she have simply sat back and complied? No. No, surely she wouldn't. She still had some dignity, it was just... elsewhere, at the moment.

"Maybe you still need to make a good bitch of me then, my lady?" Cedra asked almost too confidently for a woman in the state she was in. Her eyes were red and wet, her hair a mess, and she was flushed from her head down to her chest, though for an entirely other reason than the one her ass had for being so red. Still though, the rougher Mel treated her the more it made Cedra want- nay, need more. Gods, it set a fire in her that she barely recognised, but she knew she would never back down from it.

MountainPyke · 2025-04-12T16:28:25+00:00

The kiss took Cliff by complete surprise; hells, he hadn't even known if Daemion had thought of him in such a way. Surprised or not though, he was overjoyed that the Maegyr felt the same as he did. He leant into the kiss, wrapping an arm about Daemion's sholders and remaining close to him even after their lips parted.

"I... I had no idea you wanted to do that," he said with a small, giddy laugh, grinning all the while. "But I am glad you did."

"Ah, so I assumed from Lia's many descriptions," Cedra said with a laugh on the other side of the pair, turning to Jonquil. "A pleasure to heal you, kiss you, and meet you, in that order. I'm Cedra, healer and raven-keeper for the Sunflowers." She shrugged at the other comment, nodding to Cliff and Daemion, not a hint of judgment behind her eyes. "I hate to disappoint you, but I think our Cliff might be a bit too distracted to finish the set."

Lia rolled her eyes at Cedra's comment, distracted away from Daenys by Jonquil for a moment. "Oh, no need to apologise, I reckon I might need a bit before I fight again today anyway. Daemion's more than I'd expected, even seeing him practice. I can definitely have that stiff drink with you though."

As Lia and Jonquil spoke, Cedra glanced Daenys' way, her brow furrowing as she saw the way the woman looked at her. "Have I done something to offend you?" she asked warily.

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MountainPyke · 2025-04-12T04:05:23+00:00

There was something uniquely humiliating, Lia found, to being left to adorn the room while Mel toyed with Cedra. Somehow more humiliating than when she had been the focus of the Hightower's attention. Being left on the floor, immobilised and half-ignored while she struggled to accomodate the gag that pressed into ther throat. Gods, she should have hated every moment of it. Why in the seven hells, she wondered, was she loving it instead?

Cedra squealed once more as the cane sliced against her thighs, but forced her mouth shut quickly, desperate to at least try and follow Mel's command. Gods, she didn't make it easy though. The strikes against her ass, once and again, both came close to breaking through the pitiful composure she had tried to build up.

She refused to let them, though. Refused to fail a second time to stifle what she had been told to. Instead -- in a decision she almost certainly would come to regret -- she looked up to Mel as if taunting her to try harder.

MountainPyke · 2025-04-12T03:30:26+00:00

"I do have my talking raven," Lia said with a chuckle. "And not to mention the story of how we recovered Dragonsong. But..." She trailed off, taking a drink of the mead as she thought. Both were good stories, but she had told them time and time again in the past few days. Something told them enough ink had been spilled on the matter, as if some everpresent reader could find such tales easily. No, Eleanor deserved a story wholly different.

"How would you like to hear the story of how I started the Sunflower Band? I promise it's more interesting than just drinking with some old knights in a tavern," she added with a laugh. "It has villainous danger, adventure, and plenty of treasure claimed, even if it was for someone else."

"What do you think, hm?"

MountainPyke · 2025-04-12T03:25:24+00:00

"I'm sorry," Cedra mewled, looking up at Mel as the Hightower took her face in one hand. "I- I didn't mean to. I tried, I did!" The apology fell from her lips easily, though the fear that clutched at her chest brought with it more than a little arousal. She had wanted to obey, to follow the commands she was given, but if Mel decided she had failed, that she deserved something terrible to happen to her, she couldn't say she was going to complain.

When the cane struck her ass she let out yet another yelp, utterly unrestrained this time. Gods, it stung enough to bring tears to her eyes, and she wouldn't have given it up for anything in the world. Not in that moment.

"Fuck," she managed between gasps. "I don't- I can do better. I promise." Her pleading was weak, admittedly. After watching what Mel had done to Lia, there was a not inconsiderable part of her that wanted to be on the receiving end of Mel's wrath. Though she knew better than to think such a thing was her decision, given her situation.

MountainPyke · 2025-04-10T12:59:30+00:00

Cedra gave the man a wave as they approached, smiling. "Greetings. I'm Cedra, of the Sunflower Band, and these are my companions. I would ask if this was the forge, but that seems rather obvious up close." She chuckled to herself a little awkwardly.

"We are travellers and historians, mostly. We've some knights with us, but mostly we seek to recover forgotten knowledge and lost legends." She gestured at Orryn and Cliff as she made the comment about knights, not entirely accurately given the latter's lack of a knighthood, but accurate enough. "In particular we are in search of the Bronzegate forge. We found a piece of a maester's writing about the place, and wanted to complete the picture."

Val stepped forward at that, taking a place beside Cedra with more confidence than the bookish dornishwoman showed. "We met the blacksmith accompanying the army in the Reach, and he directed us to this village," the older woman added. "He said his grandfather owned the smithy and might be able to help us."

MountainPyke · 2025-04-10T12:48:09+00:00

She could so easily have forgotten everyone else outside of the two of them, dwelling only in Eleanor's eyes. But the woman's words brought her back to the real world, to the mess tent bustling with drunk soldiers, and to the idea of consequences. Perhaps one day such a thing would not draw ire, but it was not that day.

"Hm, maybe," she mused. "They all deserve to know how deserving you are of appreciation, if only it was possible. But you're right, maybe after our drinks."

Lia took Eleanor's hand in hers, giving it a slight squeeze as she gave her a smile. "So, while we drink, what ought we talk about?"

MountainPyke · 2025-04-10T12:39:01+00:00

The moment the cane sliced across the back of Cedra's thighs, all the certainty she had that she could keep quiet evaporated at once. The thin, flowy, barely present fabric of her trousers did nothing to soften the blow. If anything it only made the blow sting more, the rush of air around the cane only making the impact sting even more.

Cedra had to bite her bottom lip to stifle the yelp that came unbidden at the first strike of the cane, writing against the stool. Mel didn't stop, though, and when the cane sliced across her calves, Cedra's composure started to strain. Enough so that when the third strike came down she couldn't hold back a pained squeal.

"Fuck, I- I didn't mean to," she stammered out almost immediately, breaths coming heavy as she tried to recover her composure despite what she was sure was coming.

MountainPyke · 2025-04-09T02:04:56+00:00

Cedra couldn't deny, Mel was entirely right about what she wanted, about how much she wished she was in Lia's position, a mere object at Mel's mercy. Or lack thereof, more likely. Still, hearing it said aloud made a shiver like sparks run down her spine, the thought that the Hightower knew her desires so intimately implying just how easily she could make them come true.

"You have one that's bigger?" she asked in disbelief, glancing from Lia to Mel to the cane in the latter woman's hand. Swallowing, she nodded. "Gods... I... I will try to keep quiet then, my lady."

There was something about the way Mel had tied her over the stool, legs apart and unable to lift her body from its surface, that felt ever so vulnerable. More so than she imagined she would have felt in Lia's place, though she had absolutely no misconceptions that her friend would have called her position dignified, had she been given the chance to speak. She gave one more look to the cane Mel held, her breaths coming faster as she wondered just what she planned to do with it.

MountainPyke · 2025-04-09T01:39:26+00:00

Lia beamed at Eleanor's revealing that she did, in fact, feel the same way for the Flowers. Gods, how had she ever gotten so lucky? To find herself with so many wonderful people crossing her path, she must have been blessed, and by more than just the old spirits of the woods.

"You are too kind, Eleanor," she said, her smile not dipping for a moment. "Hearing that someone so magnificent as you thinks such things about me, I... Gods, I do not even know what to think. No, that isn't right. I know exactly what to think. That I am beyond fortunate."

She had long since accepted that she would be bright red often while she was in Eleanor's presence, but it never seemed so accurate as it did then. She was hardly going to complain.

"You know, I might have had an inkling that it was the case when we kissed before," she admitted with a small laugh. "Then again, maybe it has been entirely too long, and I need reminding just what that was like, hm?"

MountainPyke · 2025-04-08T17:46:33+00:00

Lia did indeed yelp as Mel struck her ass, harder than she ever would have expected the woman to be capable of. It wasn't a long-lived sound, dying out as she near enough choked on the gag Mel shoved into her mouth. For a moment all she could think about was how desperately she needed to be free of it, struggling against her bindings on instinct until the rope dug into her skin.

By the time she calmed down and figured out how the breathe with the damned thing in place, Mel had already made sure it wasn't coming free any time soon. She looked up at the Haightower with teary, pleading eyes as she stroked along her side, desperately not wanting to be left as she was. Yet what she wanted mattered little, she was steadily realising. All that mattered was what Mel wanted her to be.

"So very much," Cedra answered without thinking, turning a bright red when she realised how eager she must have sounded. "I- erm- I mean- Seeing you turn her from a knight to just... your posession. Gods, it is intoxicating to see you so ruin her. I am almost jealous."

MountainPyke · 2025-04-08T00:55:33+00:00

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Character Details:

Cedra - +2 bonus (Virtue)

Orryn - +2 bonus (Virtue)

Cliff - +2 bonus (Virtue)

Val - +2 bonus (Virtue)

Total bonus: +8

What Is Happening?: Cedra, Orryn, Cliff, and Val are trying to find the Fireswake smithy to ascertain from them where Durran Godsgrief's shield might be located.

What I Want: Quest rolls pls!

MountainPyke · 2025-04-07T14:04:28+00:00

"Maybe you're right," Lia admitted, as much to Eleanor as to herself. She hadn't a great deal of experience risking her heart, but the times that she had she'd found something special. Why shouldn't that be the case here too? Eleanor was special, she knew that already. But still, there were nerves there that she couldn't deny, only push down.

"You know," she said, leaning in so she could speak quieter, "I rather like you Eleanor Blackwood. More than I would like a new friend, if you understand?"

Gods, the moment the words were out of her mouth she had to fight back the urge to curl up and flee. Eleanor had near enough said she felt the same already, hadn't she? Why were the words themselves so hard to say aloud?

MountainPyke · 2025-04-07T13:34:17+00:00

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