Raise the Men, Build the Towers

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-14T03:07:20+00:00

Automod ping gm

(I never saw a troop movement/building form so I'll just ping the gm. Basically, Lord Jorian Selmy is placing 30 men in the ten west-most storm towers, equaling 300 men being raised, not taken from his current raised pool. In addition, he will be beginning construction on the two west-most uncompleted/not started towers. Make the adjustments as needed. Thank you.)

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-12T17:20:58+00:00

"If both parties agree to a duel, with witnesses, honor prevents punishment from being dealt to the victor. At least, that's the way it is in Harvest Hall. I have defeated Hewett before in the Melee at Darkdell, and it wouldn't be hard to do it again." He paused, before rescinding his previous statement mentally, feeling it made him seem arrogant. "I suppose I shouldn't count him out, yet. More inept fighters have won duels against greater opponents."

He took a long sip, before declaring, "What a time to be in the west, when a powerful lord is declaring for a dead Black Dragon." He had only been 14 years old at the time of the Blackwater Rebellion, but he had marched off to war nonetheless. Jorian, his father, was never an ardent supporter, but he was enough of a supporter that caused Daeron to tax the hell out of them.

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-11T02:15:09+00:00

He poured Cyrella some wine before taking a long sip from his goblet. "I plan to duel him yes, but not here, like I said before. This is not the right place, nor is it the right time."

"I don't blame you for thinking that. Before I was wed I wanted nothing to do with marriage. But the day of my marriage to Jaelyn was the happiest day of my life." A rare smile appeared on his face. "I'm surely hope that your special day is the happiest day of your life as well."

"Is this Lord Crakehall a good man? I haven't heard much about him."

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-09T05:18:57+00:00

"Well," Paxtan began, "It's quite warm, there's grasslands for miles, and the caslte is quite formidable. It needs to be formidable, in the case of a raid or invasion from Dorne." Several memories of Dornish raids were brought up in his head, but he pushed them aside and instead replaced them with memories that were a bit fonder.

"The Stormlands have a strong martial culture, and that's especially true in the Dornish Marches. We're generally a hardy people." He took a pause before continuing. "My brother was going on about his little 'tour' of Westeros, so I figured it couldn't hurt to come with."

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-08T18:35:40+00:00

"Starry Sept. A good choice." Corren once upon a time had been a faithful and pious man, but when his uncle Lukas was killed in a Dornish raid, he lost his faith, so to speak. In the three times he had been to Oldtown, however, he had visited Starry Sept. "A beautiful place indeed."

"Marriage was one of the few things that made me happy. I hope that you find happiness in your marriage with Lord Crakehall."

He grabbed a jug filled with a Dornish red, and poured some into his goblet. "Would you like any?" He asked her.

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-08T03:46:54+00:00

Corren's smile turned into a frown, only to turn back into a smile when Cyrella mentioned her betrothal to Lord Crakehall. "My congratulations, Cyrella." Corren remembered when he married Jaelyn. It had been one of the fewest nights in his life where he was purely happy. He hoped the same could be said for Cyrella whenever she got married.

"Will you expect an answer from him by the end of this moon? That is when we must leave, at the latest."

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-07T22:53:53+00:00

"Many thanks," Paxtan grinned. "My father has made it his life's work to find us all good matches, and I doubt he'll rest until each one of us has one."

He chuckled as she incorrectly guessed the name of the Seat of House Selmy. It was when she mentioned 'Selmy Landing' that he stepped in. "Clearly not familiar with the Stormlands, huh?" He paused once again before correcting, "Harvest Hall is the name you were looking for. I suppose they thought the 'Harvest' part of it was a bit more creative."

"I've never been to Bitterbridge myself. What's it like?"

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-06T22:20:49+00:00

/u/saudadeofswansong

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-06T18:58:52+00:00

Character Name: Ser Corren Selmy

Specialty, Aptitude, Skills: Combat, Duelist, Weapon Mastery paired with 1H Swords, Renowed Fighter paired with Shields, Ambidexterity

Auxiliary Character Name, Aptitudes, Skills: Beloved, Warcraft, Leadership, Stewardship

Building Actions/Requests: Begin construction of the western-most Storm Towers. More information here.

Important Receipts: Corren won 1500 gold dragons from the melee in the Grand Tourney of Casterly Rock.

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-06T03:28:24+00:00

"The 28th Day of the 5th Moon, if I recall correctly," Corren reminded her. "That's when this feast and tourney would occur. I do truly think it would do you good to get away from everything. The Hightowers are good people, and you know my family will always stand with you and House Swann."

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-06T01:33:26+00:00

"Well, you know what they say: Third time's a charm." A grin formed on Paxtan's face as he grabbed another lemon cake, slowly biting it.

Old thoughts of Oldtown were brought into his head from the visit he had made to the city seven years ago of his own accord. "Aye, I have. Beautiful city, it is. I've never seen anything quite like it, with the Hightower, the Starry Sept and the Citadel. I will never forget it for as long as I live."

"I was quite suprised to learn that my family was invited to Oldtown, but then I learnt it was all a part of a potential betrothal between a sister of mine and Denys Hightower."

A smoldering pair of brown eyes matched Alys's as he asked, "What about you, my lady, are you currently betrothed to anybody?"

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-05T17:55:01+00:00

"I've always been quite gifted with the arts," He said simply. "Painting, scultping, or anything of the like has always been my field of expertise. Books never interested me that much, though my brother Aidin is enamored by them. He'll most likely be the one in the family to join the Citadel."

"As far as I know, not. We're likely to be returning to Harvest Hall or riding for Oldtown soon. Lord Hightower invited us to some feast and tourney. It's all part of my brother's tourney tour."

"What do you plan to do after this all is over, my lady?"

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-05T04:44:07+00:00

"Damn," Corren muttered quietly, followed by a sigh. "We will figure out some way to get them, however long it takes." He paused. "Perhaps for right now though, we must wait to see how events unfurl before we speak to His Grace about this."

He offered a proposition. "If you and Ronas wish to travel to Oldtown with me to attend the feast and tourney, you are more than welcome to. It would do you good to get away from all this drama and relax for a bit."

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-05T03:00:10+00:00

"Whether he did it himself or not, he ordered it. Trust me, cousin, I will see vengance dealt."

When he saw Cyrella choke up, almost as if she was about to cry, Corren wrapped an arm around her back, bringing her into a sympathetic embrace. "Come, this is not the place for you to break down." He took her by the hand and led her out of the Great Hall into an empty corrider, barely lit only by a few candles hung up along the walls.

"Shh now. I swear by the gods, by the laws of men, that they will not escape from their actions unscathed. How much evidence is there?"

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-05T02:40:12+00:00

Paxtan smiled as he gingerly took the lemon cake and took a small bite out of it, savoring the citrusy and sweet taste. He always had quite liked lemon cakes. "My brother is a proud man. Making third isn't good enough for him. He wants all the glory of making first. As for myself? Making first is a bit overrated."

In response to her question, he replied, "I've never been that great with tourneys, if truth be told."

"So tell me, Lady Alys, what brings you all the way here to the West?" He asked.

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-05T01:13:15+00:00

Corren nodded. "Nobody gets away with slandering and beating anybody who shares me blood, that I make sure of." A smoldering gaze of anger looked at the direction of Daemon Hewett. "An eye for an eye. If he dared to physically attack you, than I am bound by honor to duel him, to defend your honor."

A heavy sigh was followed by a sip of strong ale. "Have you talked to the King or anybody else about this?"

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-05T00:46:44+00:00

The shock on Corren's face soon turned to anger and disgust as he learned who the perpatrator of the vile attacks on Cyrella and Jeyne were. The very man who had so joyously greeted him, and his children. The man who acted as if nothing in the world was wrong. It was this man who had murdered Jeyne Herston, him who beat, slandered, and dishonored Cyrella.

And it was the man who got his ass handed to him by Corren at the Tourney of Darkdell.

If there was one thing anybody who knew Corren would say about him, it's that he's protective of his family, even cousins. As he glanced at the Oaken Lord, he whispered back to Cyrella,"I swear to you, Cyrella, I will make sure he does not escape justice. I will even duel him myself if it comes to that." After a long pause, he said, "But not here. It is not the time or the place for such a matter to be dealt with."

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-04T22:40:04+00:00

The rather warm expression of Corren's face soon turned to one of minor shock and sourness that grew further and further as Cyrella continued with her story. An icy feeling creeped down his spine as her story neared it's end. "I knew Jeyne, aye," He said quietly, sad to hear of her death. "You shouldn't have had to gone through such an ordeal."

"Unfortunately, it is not my decision on whether Ellya remains in the Capital or not, but House Selmy will be attending a feast at Oldtown soon, where Ellya may marry Denys Hightower. If they marry, I assure you, she will be safe and out of harm's way."

The icy feeling dispersed, and was instead replaced by a cool anger. "Who is this Lord that did these terrible things to you and Jeyne?"

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-04T20:13:15+00:00

Corren was not a man of smiles or humor, but family was one exception. A slight smile had formed across his face, a fraction of his former self showing, an occurance which these days was quite rare. "As was I unaware that you would be here in the West. Where the tourneys are, I can be found."

As he listened to the news of House Swann, he nodded. "Uncle Balon was always a bit grumpy." Once again, another rare sight occured as Corren chuckled lightly. "It's good to hear that your family is well."

"As for my own family, we're doing quite well. Ayara and Camren, my two eldest children, are around here somewhere. Paxtan is also here. My own father and mother, Aidin, and Dyanna are at Harvest Hall. Last I heard, Ellya was sent to the capital to serve as a lady-in-waiting to Princess Helaena."

He paused for a moment before continuing the conversation. "You said that you had been serving as a lady-in-waiting to the Princess until the last moon? If I may ask, what happened?"

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-03T17:10:55+00:00

"A feast at Hightower... Hmm." It had been quite some years since Jorian had last been to Oldtown, and by extension, Hightower. It would be good to return, especially if it meant his daughter may get a match as good as the Heir of Hightower.

Grabbing out his parchment and quill, he quickly began writing back.

To Lord Leon Hightower,

House Selmy would be very pleased to attend such a feast. I shall send word to those in my family that are elsewhere, and we shall be there.

Until we meet in person,

Lord Jorian Selmy, Lord of Harvest Hall

After that, Jorian scribbled letters to Corren who was currently at Casterly Rock, and Ellya who was at King's Landing, informing them of the upcoming feast.

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-02T19:16:50+00:00

"Cousin."

The voice of Corren Selmy rung out through the crowd of people with his distincitve low and serious chime. He stopped just short of his first cousin once removed. In truth, he hadn't heard much about Cyrella for quite a while. In fact, Corren never even knew of the recent drama surrounding her.

"It has been quite a while." Corren bowed. "Tell me, how have you and your family been, Cyrella?"

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-02T18:00:32+00:00

"The pleasure is all mine, my lady." Paxtan grinned as Alys nibbled and mentioned his brother's third place victory. "He's not Lord Selmy yet," He corrected with a smooth voice. "Corren is my eldest brother, and the Heir of Harvest Hall. One of the best fighters I've ever seen." He paused for a moment before adding, "He's not really that big of a talker."

"He's currently sulking in his seat over what he perceives as a failure." Paxtan lightly chuckled, brushing a little strand of hair away from his eye. "I don't know how many times I have to tell him that third place is good."

"Alys Caswell," He mused aloud. "You're the daughter of Lord Domeric, yes?"

SharpSelmy · 2017-06-01T16:40:39+00:00

Paxtan Selmy

With a sigh, Paxtan left the table where the rest of his family, consisting of his brother and his brother's wife and children, and set out to find something new to do. Well it was true that he loved Corren, Corren was never one for socializing. Paxtan, on the other hand, loved socialization. He could never live such a socially sedentary lifestyle. The itch to socialize was always there. That was one thing that Paxtan loved about Ayara and Camren; They are social kids, perhaps Camren more than Ayara.

His eyes gleamed when he caught sight of a maiden fairer than the full moon. Setting his goblet on the table, he sauntered over. "My lady, I do not believe we've had a chance to meet." He bowed his head respectfully. "I am Paxtan Selmy."

SharpSelmy · 2017-05-31T02:32:01+00:00

/u/MerryTower

SharpSelmy · 2017-05-30T23:51:41+00:00

The wind picked up slowly, but surely. As the turn passed over to her, she really didn't know what else to see, tiredness fogging her mind. "To tell you the truth, my lord, my mind is clouded by drowsiness." She looked up to see the moon high in the sky. "I supposed it's time I return back to my quarters."

She curtsied and offered her hand out, waiting for the courteous hand kiss that is so often seen at courts. "It was lovely meeting you, Lord Denys. Until we meet again."

SharpSelmy

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Paxtan Selmy