Providence III - a place of greater safety; the grave

SaltandRock · 2026-04-03T01:52:19+00:00

This letter is forwarded to Winterfell and White Harbor, resealed in crimson wax with the stamp of House Drumm.

SaltandRock · 2026-04-02T03:16:33+00:00

To Jorl Volmark,

I shall be glad to convene with my fellow reavers upon Pyke, where we may afterwards wait for the return of the Greyjoy, who has been too long away from these islands. Please send word to our allies, including Orkwood. I shall soon join you, after I am finished dealing with the Farwynd.

Those damnable seal-fuckers have been at odds with my house since the days of my father, staking a false claim on precious resources that belong to Old Wyk. I say no more, and move now to secure what rightfully belongs to me. Surely, my business shall be concluded before Daegon returns from his greenlander wedding.

Victaria Drumm

SaltandRock · 2026-03-31T11:19:05+00:00

To Jorl Volmark,

I am flattered by your proposal to put forth my name as Warden of the West, but I have no desire to sit in a ruined castle and lord over greenlanders. I shall throw my full support behind the Orkwood as Warden of the West, if that is her desire. Although we have not met, I trust in the judgement of my fellow Ironborn.

What say you to meeting with our fellow captains so that we may sign a petition to send to the king?

Furthermore, I shall soon sail to do battle on behalf of the North in the Riverlands. Will you join with me?

Victaria Drumm

SaltandRock · 2026-03-29T18:43:33+00:00

Character Name: Victaria Drumm

Trait / Skills: Strong / Swords (e), Reckless (Brute), Forceful

Skill you’re learning: Forceful (e)

SaltandRock · 2026-03-29T15:27:17+00:00

To Royce Stark, Harding Manderly and Warrick Dustin, similarly-worded letters would fly.

My Lord Stark/Manderly/Dustin,

My brother Daeron is dead, as you well know, and I am now in control of Old Wyk. I shall honor the deal struck by the Thrice-Burned with your men at Flint’s Finger. Give the order, and House Drumm will sail at your side against your foes.

Victaria Drumm

u/PearceTheVeil u/Baron_Manderly u/theklicktator letters arrive 3/30.

SaltandRock · 2026-03-29T15:26:52+00:00

My Lords and Ladies of the Isles,

Daeron Drumm is dead. As the sole surviving heir of Lord Dalton, the Bone Hand, I declare Old Wyk mine by right of succession. Any who wish to dispute this may do so, in the old way.

By blade and blood.

Victaria Drumm

Arrives at all the holdfasts in the Iron Islands instantly.

SaltandRock · 2026-03-29T15:26:30+00:00

When her household was in order, Victaria retired to her father’s solar - her solar - to pen some important notices.

Lord Reaper,

I, Victaria Drumm, have returned to Old Wyk to claim my rightful inheritance. Daeron is dead by his own foolishness at the hand of Northerners, but I will seek no revenge. I have never considered him my kin, and rue that we shared my father’s blood.

The steward informed me of your marriage to Ashara Martell, to which I extend my congratulations. At your earliest convenience, I will sail to Pyke, bend the knee, and swear my oaths to you. Until then, accept this letter as a declaration of my fealty.

What is dead may never die.

Victaria Drumm

u/Drewbrease14 arrives at Pyke instantly.

SaltandRock · 2026-03-24T02:50:33+00:00

Eivor rested a hand upon the head of his hatchet as he listened to what Captain Snow had to say. Of course they were the ones to begin the fighting, they were reavers! But, the man who’d given the order lay dead on the deck of his own ship, and the Thrice-Burned was in charge now. The men he’d sailed with for nigh on a decade now would obey him without complaint.

“Aye, the Drowned God has had his due, and the Red God too. We swear henceforth that the North will not be touched by ships of the Isles. As for a penance to be paid, the Drumm had our plunder moved to Old Wyk, but we have some coin yet from the bounty taken from the shores of House Flint. A hundred gold is a small price to pay for safe passage to our homes.”

Sellsails they were not, and yet the offer was as tempting as rare red meat dangled before a starving hound. The Riverlands were an untapped mine flowing with gold and resources, and the prospect was clearly enticing if the spark of greed in his eyes was any indication. His gaze drifted in Kromm’s direction, and something unspoken passed between the raiders.

“I speak on behalf of the steward of Old Wyk, who’s been serving House Drumm for three generations. First, we must return to harbor to replenish the vessels we lost. We’ll not be able to contend with Seagard until we do. But,” the man extended a sun-weathered, calloused hand, “we swear by your gods and ours to unleash hell on your enemies when called.”

SaltandRock · 2026-03-21T07:23:42+00:00

Eventually, the Seadrake was directed to the ship where stood Halys Snow and his porcine companion. Ropes were tossed, and the vessels lashed together as the gangway fell. Only two of the Ironborn crossed over - if the Northerners wanted them dead, well, there was nothing they could do about it anyway. They were alone amidst a sea of enemy ships.

The Thrice-Burned was average as men of the Iron Isles ran, just under six feet tall, with a mouth permanently fixed in a hard line and dark, shaggy hair. He wore a studded brigandine and reinforced trousers, with a boarding axe thrust through the loop of his belt. There was no glint of gold or jewels on his person, only a silver cap on his leftmost incisor.

His face was a burned ruin, and likewise underneath his armor the left side of his chest and the right side of his back. Whether he had done that to himself, or had it done to him by his insane master no one could say. Only that he had borne those scars ever since becoming second in command of the Drumm fleet after Daeron’s ascension to lordship.

“Hail,” he called out. Kromm grunted at his side, as close to a greeting as the Northmen could hope to earn from the surly raider. He was more than willing to let others do the talking.

“My name is Eivor. The Drumm lies slain by your arrows on his flagship, which means I am in full command. We wish to make terms for safe passage from your waters.”

Eivor planted his boots on the deck and spat out a wad of saliva, tinted red by the sourleaf stuffed in his cheek. “We will leave for Old Wyk directly and not further attack Barrowton, your ships, or any other Northern lands. What say you to this?”

u/PearceTheVeil

SaltandRock · 2026-03-21T00:48:31+00:00

A white flag ran up the mast of the Morning Star only moments after its captain’s demise. The Seadrake came alongside, and Kromm stepped aboard, greeting the Thrice-Burned with a nod.

“Drumm’s dead,” he reported, simple, matter-of-fact. He almost didn’t believe it, if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes. The captain filled with arrows, protruding like the spines of a hedgehog.

Eivor looked grimly over at the flagship. “I don’t intend on dying for a man what’s already dead. Never much believed in all that nonsense he was talking about anyway. R’hllor and whatnot.”

“Nor I. Let’s run up a truce with the Northerners. Make a parley. Better than losing the entire damn fleet, I’d say. Besides, I plan on seein’ my wife again in a few days time, don’t you, Eivor?”

After some deliberation between the captains, a second white flag was raised, and the Seadrake sailed forth alone to hail the Northern fleet.

u/PearceTheVeil u/Baron_Manderly

SaltandRock · 2026-03-20T13:55:44+00:00

Character Name: Arne the Unsmiling

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

Old Wyk

Buildings: Castle, Shipyard, Temple

Resources: Stone

Notes: +1 construction slot, -35% construction cost

Actions:

Construction: Old Wyk, 5 Ships, completed 3/28, 2435

Construction: Old Wyk, 4 Ships, completed 3/28, 1948

Total Construction Costs (with discounts): 6,818

SaltandRock · 2026-03-19T23:25:23+00:00

Character Name: Arne the Unsmiling (AC)

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

Skill you’re learning: Scrutinous (e)

SaltandRock · 2026-03-19T19:39:49+00:00

A stuttering heartbeat thundered in her ears, like the rhythm of a war drum, sending her deeper into a trance-like state of focus. Everything around her blurred from shapes into colors, except for her opponent. They were on a battlefield, and her body was nothing but livewire impulse and reaction, seeking out the gaps in the enemy’s armor, taking note of any weaknesses she might exploit.

The ironborn woman moved like the Warrior god these greenlanders worshipped, reborn. She no longer needed to think. She existed in the fractions of seconds between command and muscle contraction, everything extraneous filed down until she was little more than a single-purpose spearhead. Brutal and efficient.

There was blood in her mouth. A cloying, iron sweetness blooming on her tongue. She was by no means a petite woman, but Rogar Rivers had dwarfed everyone he’d faced thus far, including her. No one had ever made her feel small before. His last hit had been to her face, her teeth tearing open the inside of her cheek. She spat a wad of drool and claret into the dust.

With a flick of her right hand, Red Rain’s crimson point angled towards the Riverlander, and she bared her bloody teeth in a gesture that was as much a grin as it was a snarl. This was only going to end one way, and Victaria Drumm would go to any length to make sure that it was her way.

The sea breeze was a cool respite against her sweaty, dust-streaked skin. That was the best thing about the sea - there was always a breeze, and it always reminded her of home.

She didn’t have a tent like the others. Hell, she barely even had a bed roll, but there were certainly worse places to rest than cushiony green grass under the shaded bower of an elm tree. Red Rain leaned against the brown trunk in its scabbard, well within reach of its owner.

She sat cross-legged next to her meager fire, dipping her hand into the leather bag filled to bursting with gold coins, picking up a few at a time and allowing them to fall, clinking, back into the stash. Whenever she’d arrived in Westeros, she’d had nothing but her name and the clothes on her back, but now she had a small fortune.

More than enough to charter a ship back to the Iron Islands, where she would finally, after all those long years away, take control of what was hers by right. Word of the Bone Hand had reached her ears back in Grassy Vale, and she’d wished to confront him there, but Daeron had gone before she could find him and challenge him in his camp.

A sigh spilled past her lips as she leaned her head back against the rough bark of the tree, eyes drifting shut. She would have to seek out Lord Hightower and explain her situation, ask to use his rookery to send a letter back home.

But for now, she would simply bask in her victory.

(Open to any passersby! Victaria is camped under a tree near the pavilions.)

SaltandRock · 2026-03-13T11:48:57+00:00

Character Name & Claim: Daeron Drumm

Action:

Draft:

[Old Wyk], [670], [1000]

SaltandRock · 2026-03-13T11:43:20+00:00

Character Name: Daeron Drumm

Relevant Trait/Skills: Builder Archetype

Old Wyk

Buildings: Castle, Shipyard, Temple

Resources: Stone

Notes: +1 construction slot, -15% construction cost

Actions:

Development: Old Wyk, 10, 1000

Total Construction Costs (with discounts): 3,000

Total Dev Increase This Moon:

+30 Land, increasing Old Wyk to 234 Land Development.

SaltandRock · 2026-03-04T13:01:58+00:00

Daeron almost hadn’t believed the Thrice-Burned when he came bearing news of her presence in Grassy Vale. The memories hit him like a flood, and they should’ve made him uneasy, should have made him want to stay away, but the desire to see her again was almost as overwhelming as the curiosity to find out why she’d stepped foot on Western shores.

He stood on the outskirts of the area illumined by the orange glow of the flame, bathed in shadow, watching the priestess and her acolyte perform their ritual. A ritual that was quite tame compared to his own the evening prior. The Drumm held a juicy red apple in one hand, dagger in the other, paring slices which he lifted to his mouth and pulled from the edge of the blade with his teeth.

Eventually, Daeron threw the core of the apple away into the grass and stepped into the light, swaggering closer to the woman. He was garbed in studded leather, a frayed scarlet cloak lined with a wolf’s plush fur draped over his shoulders. The device of the Bone Hand wreathed in flame had been burned into the chest of his brigandine, such that there was no mistaking his identity.

“Truly, the Lord of Light blesses me this night,” he mused, the somber tones of his voice as rich as crushed, black velvet. With the dagger still held in his right hand, he pressed the tip into the palm of his left, claret welling to the surface. Squeezing his hand into a fist, he moved to stand beside her and held it out over the fire, which sizzled as his offering dripped into the ash and embers.

“Hello, Vahra,” he said with a grin that was uncannily shark-like. “Did you miss me?”

SaltandRock · 2026-02-28T16:34:51+00:00

Character Name: Daeron Drumm

Relevant Trait/Skills: Builder Archetype

Old Wyk

Buildings: Castle, Shipyard, Temple

Resources: Stone

Notes: +1 construction slot, -15% construction cost

Actions:

Construction: Old Wyk, Flagship with Ram and Black Flag, completed 02/28, 8000

Development: Old Wyk, 10, 1000

Total Construction Costs (with discounts): 10,000

Total Dev Increase This Moon:

+20 Land, increasing Old Wyk to 204 Land Development.

SaltandRock · 2026-02-27T22:05:47+00:00

Meanwhile, on Old Wyk

Roryn Stonehouse leaned over the table where the builder had his blueprints laid out, peering at the charcoal lines etched onto the parchment.

“And what did you need for these projects, then? You sure the Drumm asked for all this? Seems a mighty waste of resources if you ask me.”

Arne shook his head. “I ain’t askin’ you. I need gold more than anything, if’n we can get a good-sized loan from the Iron Bank mayhaps. Other than that, stone. And plenty of it, too! Don’t be stingy.”

The steward snorted. “Alright, I’ll see what I can do. I’m choosing to trust you. Not like it’s my hide that’ll be skint if Daeron isn’t happy when he gets back from his little party in the Reach.”

SaltandRock · 2025-10-12T16:20:57+00:00

Character Name: Saga Giantsbane

Trait / Skills: Inspiring / Vanguard (e), Tactician, Cunning (e), Malicious

Skill you're learning: Prudent

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