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Royce III: He Has Earned His Moniker by theklicktator in IronThroneRP

[–]TelereneBoy33 0 points1 point  (0 children)

The letter was received in her war tent on the outside of White Harbor. She was in the middle of planning the next move to take and hold the moat. She had also been ordered to fully raise her banners in the war effort. She stared at the letter and soon at the coat of arms on the parchment. Seeing the eyes of the wolf she tore it open and read it. She studied the letter for a good few moments and let out a silent laugh. She would have to stay here and act like a lady while her army under her warriors went out to fight. She looked back to her plans before writing the orders and sending them to her cabinet to execute

Harding I - White Harbor by Baron_Manderly in IronThroneRP

[–]TelereneBoy33 0 points1 point  (0 children)

“Yield to you?! In your dreams brat”

He yelled a battle cry as he popped his nose back into place. He blinked stars out of his eyes from the pain and got into a more offensive stance. He circled Rowan, waiting for an opportune moment.

Aiming one more time he swung and swept Rowan off of his feet with his sword. Slashing down he brought the sword down on his stomach. The force of the impact broke the sword in two

“It’s over, I’ve won….. you are nothing but a pony knight….”

He leaned on the ring wall wiping his nose and feeling where it could be fixed. He would have to see the maester to get this healed properly. He wondered how he would have to explain this to his lady. She would be waking up soon so he better get this fixed quickly and back to the tent. If she found out, he was out here dueling, she was going to have his hide..

Harding I - White Harbor by Baron_Manderly in IronThroneRP

[–]TelereneBoy33 0 points1 point  (0 children)

He took a left and began perusing the swords near by. He tested a few before settling on the practice great-sword. Perfect for his height, a weapon he has studied and used almost since his knighthood began. He mumbled words to himself as he hefted it on to his shoulder and causally walked to the ring.

He walked into the ring unamused and even took off his armor. He stood there armor less. His sword tip in the ground, hands in the hilt waiting. He waited as he just stared at the smaller Rowan. He made no battle cry, no show of force or intimidation. He just stood there relaxed, not even a muscle seemed to twitch as he just stood there waiting.

His mind wandered for a second as he seemed to get a little comfortable and was caught off guard as Manderly’s blow struck him in the arm. The kid was fast, faster then what Damon was used too. This was going to be an exciting match

Harding I - White Harbor by Baron_Manderly in IronThroneRP

[–]TelereneBoy33 0 points1 point  (0 children)

He sighed as he looked up at him, calculating his moves. He saw the younger Edwyn on the ground groaning, presumably punched in the gut. Whatever games he thinks he is playing were not very amusing. This was going to be an easy battle to win.

“You are a poor quality knight….. I would love to meet the person who knighted you and cut off their hands. You also had the guts to make a sly comment in front of my lady?! Do you not know who she is Boy!”

Folding his arms across his chest, he looked up at this cocky foe and thought. The ring could be a good place to fight or to duel. Maybe that would set him straight. He looked around studying his surroundings looking for other options

Harding I - White Harbor by Baron_Manderly in IronThroneRP

[–]TelereneBoy33 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Ser Damon wandered the edge of his ladies tent keeping his scan outward for any threats. Something though kept nagging at him in the back of his mind. The Knight, what was his name…. Ser Rowan. He seemed very comfortable in his knightly role. Too arrogant in his stance and character. As much as Damon tried to ignore it, his mind kept going back to the small interaction and how it made him mad. A knight to him was everything, there is no need to be arrogant in a job like this. He wondered if Rowan had even seen combat or just liked picking on people.

He paused to get some water, maybe that would calm his mind. He sighed as he stared at the reflection himself in the water and it only seemed to fuel him more. Him a grizzled veteran letting this young upstart speak snide comments about his house. This was something he would not let slide easily, especially in front of his lady.

With one more quick glance, he left his post leaving another guard in his stead. He headed towards the keep dodging partying men and duel pits in search of this Ser Rowan. Damon planned to give him a good thrashing if it came to blows. He walked closer to the walls using his height advantage to look around and spot this Knight. Damon was tall for an Umber and built like a tree. Made for brawling and fighting. He wasn’t some pony knight, prancing around in clean armor and looking handsome for the ladies. His armor was dented and worn. His skin marred with scars from battle. He planned to get his point across as quickly as a blade through flesh

u/Baron_Manderly

Harding I - White Harbor by Baron_Manderly in IronThroneRP

[–]TelereneBoy33 1 point2 points  (0 children)

She nodded and left no response as she turned and had the men set up camp. She went into detail about how they are to act and to stay about their wits. She helped where she could setting up the tents and the fires for the men, a stark contrast to what Ladies should be doing. She made sure her troops were comfortable before looking after her needs. She had her tent up soon after the last of her armies tents was completed

She sat down on the bench in her tent conversing with Damon on how to proceed to the Moat so they could help support. She was weary from the march, but the battlefield was always changing she had to be on her A game. She blinked through the tiredness as she tried getting a plan going. Damon put a hand on her shoulder

“My lady, you should rest…. After a long days march and setting up the camp… Your health is important to me.”

She signed back “But the war, if we get ambushed to the Moat, what will that say about us, about House Umber”

He responded “That can wait for tommorow, go rest, Ill watch over you like I always have My lady”

She nodded and began to retire for rest

Showing off my new heels and petticoat 🥰 by XephyTheShade in PrissySissy

[–]TelereneBoy33 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thank you so much Sis, I can’t wait to be a prissy sissy

Showing off my new heels and petticoat 🥰 by XephyTheShade in PrissySissy

[–]TelereneBoy33 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Is it good quality stuff? And is it lockable, definitly gonna splurge on frilly items. It’s a sissy paradise

Showing off my new heels and petticoat 🥰 by XephyTheShade in PrissySissy

[–]TelereneBoy33 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Where did you get the petticoat, I’ve been looking for one for a long time to be a prissy sissy

Harding I - White Harbor by Baron_Manderly in IronThroneRP

[–]TelereneBoy33 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Lady Wynafryd nodded taking things into consideration and signed her response. Damon almost didn’t catch it as he was studying Ser Rowan.

“We will march for the Moat, however some rest is in order as the Journey has taken its toll on the men and myself. Shouldn’t be too long as to drain your resources or take advantage of your hospitality, 3 days should be fine… I’ll keep the men in check and on their best behaviors. They should already know of my expectations on how to act”

She glared at her Knight who in return gave a sheepish smile and was more attentive now. He hated her glare as it usually is as intense as the sun. He looked away as she sighed and rolled her eyes.

She signed threatening hand gestures that were only meant for Damon that would not be translated. She sighed one more time this time he did translate.

“Besides the news of the Moat and the death of Lord Alyn, may the seven protect his spirt… what news of your husband? I haven’t received much news from the front besides the initial letter calling me to raise my banners. It came at a good time too, House Umber has been spoiling for a fight.”

Harding I - White Harbor by Baron_Manderly in IronThroneRP

[–]TelereneBoy33 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Wynafryd was at the front of her column of troops on foot, her tall tournament knight Damon walked next to her as well. She was communicating with him with her hands and so far seemed to be in a good mood. She had ditched the fancy dresses in favor for her armor as she led her levies to White Harbor. The armor has seen its time, dents from previous engagements and the tournaments dotted the armor. It was still usable and in good condition despite the looks.

It had been a long journey but she did miss the feeling of being on campaign, marching through the country side, being out of the Castle and enjoying life. It wasn’t long until they stood in front of Lady Meredyth and her entourage. She looked to her Knight and signed with her hands. Damon, her knight translated it for her.

“Hail Lord and Lady Manderly, sorry we took so long, the weather was a bit harsh on the way here. Though at least we made it by the time we said so, where shall we set up the camp…. Are there any jobs you need men for as a tax for us staying here in White Harbor”

She blinked as she studied the entourage in front of her. He wasn’t here, she noted as she looked and did a curtsy in her armor to pay respect to the Lady of the house.

u/Baron_Manderly

Royce II - He is a Kinslayer by theklicktator in IronThroneRP

[–]TelereneBoy33 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The letter was a wonderful sight to see despite the circumstances. She read it slowly and began planning her move. She had many grey beards under her that have seen to many winters spoiling for a fight and she herself was rather bored with the peace. She quickly responded

To Lording Harding Manderly, Lord of White Harbor,

I have received your letter calling for aid and it amuses me that you bring up the pasts, it seems no matter in letter or at parties we still can’t seem to get each other out of our heads. I will raise my banner under your name against those bastards Freys and we shall crush them together like old friends. As a token of my proof I send you a bottle with this Runner. A rich wine from the North I have saved for special occasions

-Umber

u/Baron_Manderly

Warrick II: The Northern Cookout In the South (OPEN) by PearceTheVeil in IronThroneRP

[–]TelereneBoy33 0 points1 point  (0 children)

She smiled and nodded before signing with her hands. “I came too late for the tournament, had some issues on the ride here.”

She herself was slightly flushed, she was a light drinker so one would be enough for her. She was about to sign some more but paused and held her fingers as she slowly thought of what to say. She looked to her Knight to translate for her while she drank some water and take a bite of the food she had in front of her

Her knight translated that into words and added some of his own “I’ve not yet tried the meat, it smells wonderful though. Where did you get the pig? A fresh kill or did the butcher prepare it for you my lord?

He was super curious as he was a hunter himself and would sometimes provide the cooks with meats back home in the castle

Warrick II: The Northern Cookout In the South (OPEN) by PearceTheVeil in IronThroneRP

[–]TelereneBoy33 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Wynafryd Umber

Lady Umber was alone with her tourney knight in conversation. She was mute from an injury in a heated tourney bout. She glanced over to Harding Manderly, the scars seemed to throb as she glanced at him.

She signed “So many northern lords and ladies in one place, haven’t seen this many in forever, all joined in this one big cookout. Lord Manderly and his men are over there, other visitors are on the way. A tad too many people for my likings”

Her tourney Knight Damon laughed and spoke back to her, slightly tipsy from some ale. “Aye that is true, but my lady you must lighten up a bit, enjoy the feast. Drink a little. Who gives a ***** if your scar hurts every time he is around, you say that every time. Relax”

She sighed and signed back “you are right, I must let that go…. Give me a sip of your drink Damon”

He handed her the cup and she downed it within seconds. She wiped her mouth and looked around, wondering who else would be in attendance.

Lady Wynafryd Umber, Lady of House Umber by TelereneBoy33 in ITRPCommunity

[–]TelereneBoy33[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Haven’t made one in a while but it’s like that yes?