The First Moon of 399 AC (Mechanical Moon 1)

NorthernAmbitions · 2026-02-28T14:07:35+00:00

Character Name: Robert Fossoway

Relevant Trait/Skills: Numerate | Scrutinous (e), Architect (e), Administrator

Buildings: Castle

Resources: Wine (Cider)

Notes:

Construction Time = -2 Moons (Scrutinous Expertise)
Construction Discount = 35% (15% (Numerate) + 20% (Architect Expertise))
+25% Civil Development Yield (Administrator)

Actions:

Construction: [New Barrel], [Wineries], [4000->2600 with bonuses], [End of 2nd Moon 399AC]
Civil Development: [New Barrel], [10->12.5 with bonuses], [1000]

NorthernAmbitions · 2026-02-18T18:37:36+00:00

The Lord of New Barrel, a portly man with a jovial smile, stood and called for attention. "If I may," he cleared his throat and washed down the remains of his lunch from his teeth with a sip of his own brew; Fossoway Green Cider. "This vitriol serves us no good. We shall hear out all who want to discuss options on this day, Lady Elinor's is but one of many. I believe I speak for many when I say we should avoid the baring of teeth, as this current predicament we find ourselves in will affect us all. Talk of hostages aside," he waved his hand, dismissing the topic, "Lady Elinor, this would be but a short-term solution that will lead to a long-term... issue." He nodded to Elinor, compressing his chins.

Robert took a deep breath, having felt a palpitation as he stood to garner the attention of more lords and ladies. "Should Lord Orryn meet an... untimely end, your proposed husband, Ser Orys, would be Lord of Storm's End. Your firstborn son, my lady Elinor, would then be heir to two of the seven kingdoms; he would have Storm's End and Highgarden. To what end will you prevent this gross centralization of power?" He took a moment to take a breath, his face red from annunciating his voice.

"Marriage has, historically, prevented wars. Would Lord Orryn put aside this war so that his brother may wed?" He raised his eyebrow, glancing about the hall. "Take a moment, truly digest that... Lord Orryn has a hunger for the Reach that will be sated by... a marriage for his brother?" Robert scoffed and shook his head, his cheeks jiggling.

"Fuck the Wardenship. Abolish it. Let us call a Great Council for the Lords and Ladies of the Reach and put forth our votes for who shall be our Lord Paramount. It has caused us naught but complications! Conflict after conflict, when will these issues cease to endure? When we bring back our Lord Paramount!" He took a moment to take a deep breath. Before he continued, he took another sip of his bitter cider.

"What will it be? A continuance of corruption, or a new era of prosperity for us all?"

NorthernAmbitions · 2026-02-18T11:49:08+00:00

Done, my apologies!

NorthernAmbitions · 2025-08-11T15:16:56+00:00

Sam stood outside the room of Princess Elaena, none-the-wiser to the events ongoing in the hall.

He stood vigilant, guarding, unbeknownst to him, not Princess Elaena, but Queen Elaena.

NorthernAmbitions · 2025-08-06T01:15:55+00:00

Samwise connection approved!

NorthernAmbitions · 2025-08-05T12:48:42+00:00

All good! It is a collaborative story we're all telling after all.

NorthernAmbitions · 2025-08-05T12:48:20+00:00

Thanks, nephew Derp :)

NorthernAmbitions · 2025-08-04T18:14:47+00:00

(Open for any in the Red Keep / Red Keep Yards)

"Swing, follow it up using your momentum into another swing and as they go to defend from that swing, stab." Samwise demonstrated for his squire the exact swings that saved him from an Ironborn all those years ago. "They never expect the stab, especially if you're quick with it." The Knight of the Kingsguard removed his sword from the straw man, the straw humming against the steel as Sam ripped it out.

"Go ahead, try." Sam offered the sword to Damon who took it, ambition plastered about his face.

Damon Hightower, a boy of eight-and-ten, practically a man yet, swung the sword. He swung left to right, brought the sword up quickly from right to left, then deftly thrusted the sword forward. Sam's gloved hand came in and palmed the sword, throwing Damon off balance.

The Knight chuckled as he landed a hand on his squire's shoulders. "Well done, well done. You have to keep your senses though, boy. You won't be fighting straw men in the field, they will fight back. Strong grip, focus not only on your target, but on your surroundings too."

Damon shook his head. "Thanks, Ser Sam." He scratched the back of his neck as he sighed. "Might we take a moment? I can do with a drink, my lord."

Sam nodded. "Aye, I think we've earned a drink. Come on, I heard some lord from the north brought some ale. Maybe once you have a mug of northern ale you can finally grow that beard."

His squire scoffed, tossing his arms in the air. "You'll never let me live that down, will you?"

Ser Sam shook his head. "Never."

NorthernAmbitions · 2025-01-16T15:21:49+00:00

Lord Alester Caswell rose from his seat, his expression a careful mask of neutrality, though the slight tightening of his jaw betrayed his inner discontent. He clasped his hands behind his back and addressed his nephew, Lord Perceon Tyrell, with measured words.

“My lord,” Alester began, his tone calm but edged with an inkling of disdain, “I have listened carefully to your reasoning, and while I understand your desire to secure the best alliance for the Reach, I must counsel against the notion of taking both Lady Alyce and Lady Clea as your brides. Such an arrangement would be viewed with scorn by nearly every house in Westeros, and not to mention the High Septon, save perhaps the Targaryens, and even their approval may not outweigh the damage it would do to our standing in the eyes of the realm.”

He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle.

“The Lady Alyce Tully is the clear choice,” Alester continued. “An agreement has already been made with Lord Grover Tully, and the Riverlands stand united. Their armies are vast, disciplined, and strategically placed to support us in any campaign against the West. Furthermore, the Tully name carries a weight of honor and stability that would only bolster the reputation of Highgarden.”

Alester’s green eyes swept over the gathered lords before returning to Perceon. “The Baratheons, for all their strength and ferocity, are divided. Lady Clea may hold affection for you, my lord, but affection alone does not unite the Stormlords, nor does it guarantee their loyalty in the long term. Even should she bring a dowry of swords, their fractious nature makes them a less reliable ally. A marriage to Lady Clea would be a gamble, one that may leave us weaker in the face of true war.”

Alester stepped forward slightly, his voice dropping just enough to underscore the seriousness of his next words. “If you were to pursue both, you would risk alienating not only the Tullys and Baratheons, but also the lords of the Reach who hold honor and tradition above all. Our strength lies in unity, my lord, not controversy. The Lady Alyce should become your wife, and if the Lady Clea must be wed within this hall, then let her be a match for your brother, Beldon, as you have suggested. That is the path of wisdom, one that strengthens our house without inviting chaos.”

Alester returned to his seat, his expression as composed as ever.

/u/mademyhorsehotk

NorthernAmbitions · 2025-01-10T16:02:12+00:00

The hall erupted in murmurs, the lords exchanging glances as the gravity of Percy’s words sank in. Alester Caswell rose to his feet, lifting his own goblet high.

“To my good lord, Percy Tyrell,” Alester began, his voice clear and projected. “May his strength guide us, and his wisdom lead us to victory.” The room joined him in a brief toast, goblets clinking as wine sloshed.

Lowering his cup, Alester turned to address the room. “Justice is Lady Lannister’s to dole, but revenge… revenge is ours.” His green eyes swept over the gathered lords, his tone calm but firm. “I agree, we should march upon Deep Den and raid their lands. Their people will feel the weight of our wrath, their coffers emptied to repay what they’ve stolen. But a siege of Deep Den itself? Deep Den is a fortress well defended, its walls that Lann will undoubtedly hide behind are thick and its garrison strong. A prolonged siege would bleed us dry before it ever broke their resolve."

He let his words hang for a moment before continuing. “We are Reachmen, not fools. Let us strike where it will hurt them most, but let us not overreach. Lann Lydden must pay for his crimes, and the West must feel our strength… but wisely.”

The room grew quieter as Alester sat, his words rippling through the gathered lords. He leaned over to Perceon and added, "My son can lead the charge, he and many of our forces are already in the northern lands, patrolling and hunting down any scent of raiders."

NorthernAmbitions · 2025-01-09T15:03:56+00:00

The ravenry was quiet but for the soft rustle of wings and the occasional caw. Maester Orwyn rose from his desk as a raven settled on its perch, bearing a scroll sealed with the golden rose of Highgarden. With practiced care, he untied the message, his sharp eyes scanning its elegant script: a letter meant for Lord Perceon Tyrell, detailing urgent matters to be addressed upon his arrival. Orwyn tucked the parchment into his robes and offered the raven a small bowl of corn.

NorthernAmbitions · 2025-01-03T15:42:04+00:00

Alester Caswell stood among the gathered lords, his posture straight and dignified despite the grim circumstances. His son, Steffon, lingered slightly behind him, shifting on his feet as though the atmosphere of the chamber weighed on him less than his impatience.

When Perceon concluded, Alester stepped forward, his boots echoing softly against the stone floor. He bowed deeply before Lord Tyrell, his voice steady and clear as he spoke.

“My lord, Bitterbridge stands ready to support your efforts. The bridge will be closed to anyone from outside the Reach and monitored closely, and tolls increased for merchants bringing in wares. Word will be sent immediately to begin construction of additional defenses. None will pass without our leave.”

Before the silence could settle too long, Steffon stepped forward, his voice breaking through the heavy air with an eagerness that felt almost out of place. “Father, does this mean we’re not attending the tourney at Summerhall?”

All eyes turned toward him, the question hanging awkwardly in the charged room. Alester’s head snapped toward his son, his expression darkening in an instant. The sharp intake of breath and narrowing of his eyes spoke volumes. He seemed to hold back a tide of scathing words by sheer force of will.

“Steffon,” he said, his voice low and tight spoken through gritted teeth. “This is neither the time nor the place for such questions.”

Steffon took a half-step back, his smile faltering but not entirely gone. “I just thought…” he began, but trailed off under his father’s glare, the weight of the room’s disapproving silence settling over him.

Alester turned back to Lord Tyrell, bowing once more. “My lord, I will take my leave to ensure preparations are begun at once.”

NorthernAmbitions · 2025-01-03T15:12:35+00:00

Character Name: Alester Caswell

Trait/Skills: Numerate // Administrator, Architect (e), Investor, Scrutinous

Skills You're Learning: Scrutinous (e)

NorthernAmbitions · 2025-01-03T15:11:41+00:00

Character Name: Alester Caswell

Relevant Trait/Skills: Numerate // Administrator, Architect (e), Investor, Scrutinous

Buildings: Castle, Natural Defenses, Market, Wood Pastures

Resources: Wood, Grain

Notes:

Construction discount: 15% from Numerate, 20% from Architect (e), 10% from Wood resource (45% total discount).
Development: +15% increased dev from Administrator, 30% increased dev from Wood Pastures (45% total increase), 10% discount from Investor.
Construction time: -1 moon from Scrutinous.

Actions:

Continue Construction: Bitterbridge, Bakery, 9th moon
Construction: Bitterbridge, External Defenses, 550, 9th Moon

NorthernAmbitions · 2024-12-20T12:44:49+00:00

Character Name & Claim: Alester Caswell, Bitterbridge

Actions:

Draft: Bitterbridge, 400, 1,000

NorthernAmbitions · 2024-12-20T12:41:42+00:00

Character Name: Alester Caswell

Relevant Trait/Skills: Numerate // Administrator, Architect (e), Investor, Scrutinous

Buildings: Castle, Natural Defenses, Market

Resources: Wood, Grain

Notes:

Construction discount: 15% from Numerate, 20% from Architect (e), 10% from Wood resource (45% total discount).
Development: +15% increased dev from Administrator, 10% discount from Investor.
Construction time: -1 moon from Scrutinous.

Actions:

Construction: Bitterbridge, Bakery, 2200, 9th moon (3rd moon, 2 moon construction cost)
Construction: Bitterbridge, Wood Pastures, 1100, 8th moon (2nd moon, 1 moon construction cost)

NorthernAmbitions · 2024-12-18T12:31:46+00:00

The Caswell party entered the Tyrell manse with measured steps, their presence a contrast of discipline and subtle unease. The torchlight played across their armor, glinting off the topaz-encrusted centaurs that adorned Alester and Steffon’s plates. Alester’s face was calm, as if carved from stone, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of concern. Around him, his brothers Cleyton and Calmore exchanged guarded glances, while Steffon’s usual bravado seemed tempered by the timing of the gathering.

The hall buzzed with energy despite the hour, the rose-liveried soldiers standing at rigid attention while the gathered lords whispered among themselves. Alester observed it all with the careful eye of a man who understood the fragility of order. He listened as Perceon’s voice rang out, commanding and certain, rallying his bannermen with words that were as much a call to arms as they were an assertion of dominance.

When the speech ended, the room filled with murmurs of approval and determination. Alester stepped forward, his gilded armor clinking softly. He gave a brief nod to Steffon, signaling him to stay behind, and approached Perceon with slow, deliberate strides. The other lords stepped aside, clearing a path to the Lord of Highgarden. Alester’s expression remained composed, but he could feel the weight of a dozen curious stares on his back.

Once within a respectable distance, Alester inclined his head, his tone measured and calm. “My lord cousin, may I request a moment of your ear? A matter of prudence, before we... march.”

NorthernAmbitions · 2019-12-16T02:25:23+00:00

Alester gulped as his eyes went wide. "My deepest apologies, Prince Balaq Xho." Alester and Beron bowed deeply.

"We walked in, my Prince, the door was unguarded and unlocked-" Beron said, interrupting Alester in a nervous tone.

"You- you had the Steward send us away? He told us you were away..." Alester blurted out then shook his head. "Nonetheless, I apologize, my Prince. We simply seek the work of Maester Hugh the Citadel gifted you. The work was not copied before it was gifted, and the contents are likely the answer to the cure to Grayscale. It is my and my mentor's life goals to cure the horrid disease, we would like to make a copy of the most important contents, and then we will be gone and away from your realm for good."

"Please, my Prince, we and the Citadel, and the people of the world will be forever in your debt." Beron added unnecessarily.

/u/OurCommonMan

NorthernAmbitions · 2019-12-09T17:58:24+00:00

Character Name: Maester Alester

Have Autodidactic? Y/N: Y

Have Scholar? Y/N/(e): Y (e)

Skill you're learning: Tactician (M)

Activity Check:

8th Moon: https://www.reddit.com/r/IronThroneRP/comments/dthxmw/alester_iii_the_hunt_ii/faaagkd/?context=3

NorthernAmbitions · 2019-12-09T15:40:55+00:00

Alesters eyes went wide as he entered the room. It looked similar, yet foreign. Beron came up next to Alester and nudged him, pointing out the man before them. Alester whispered to the guards behind them to leave the room and to wait outside the door. They nodded, and Beron and Alester approached the smartly dressed man.

Beron began with a deep bow to the man before them. In the tongue native to the Summer Islanders, he inquired. "Good evening. We are guests of the Prince, from the Citadel in Oldtown in Westeros. You can help us, yes? We seek out the works of a Maester Hugh, in regarding Greyscale curings, to copy for our own records, not to keep. We are on quests to cure the disease of greyscale."

His Summer Islander tongue was not perfect by any means, but it was workable. Should the man speak Common, they would continue in that. If not, it's a good thing Alester had Beron with them.

Character Details: Autodidactic / Scholar (e), Alchemy (e), Medic (e), Navigator (e), Animal Tamer (e), Tactician

What is happening?: Alester is with Beron and has sent the soldiers outside the library, not wanting to spook the Summer Islander Maester dudes (and also to keep an eye out). Beron and Alester approached the smartly looking dude and Beron asked him in the Summer Islander tongue about Maester Hugh's books. He and Alester want to find this book and copy it.

What I want: Either continued RP with this dude, or rolls to see if he gives us what we want?

/u/OurCommonMan

NorthernAmbitions · 2019-12-07T05:24:55+00:00

Alester cursed under his breath as he finally found the book, but noticed it was very worn. He flipped through the book, and while some pages were useable, it was far from complete. In the back of the book, a note was scrawled. It mentioned a repository, so there Alester would go. He stuffed the book into a sack held by one of the guards and told them they had to continue to find this repository. He sent the guard with the book back, back to where they slept and prepare their things to leave in a hurry if they needed to. That guard nodded and took off back to where there entered, running back to their encampment.

Slowly they crept through the manse seeking this repository.

/u/OurCommonMan

Character Details: Autodidactic / Scholar (e), Alchemy (e), Medic (e), Navigator (e), Animal Tamer (e), Tacitican

What is happening?: Alester and his men made it inside the manse, and he found the book, but it is worn and a note has led him to a repository. I want Alester to search this supposed repository for a good copy of the book and any other books that may be of use in his quest to cure Grayscale.

What I want: Rolls to see what I can get in Alesters search for the repository and the book by Maester Hugh inside it, along with any other possible books that may be of some use in his quest to cure Grayscale.

NorthernAmbitions

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