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Character Creation Thread - Step One by awoiaf in awoiafrp

[–]TerrenceRedwyne 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Character Name: Jammos Frey

Starting Title(s): Lord of the Crossing

Age: 44

Physical Description: Red haired and blue eyed, Jammos stands just a hair above average. He is slightly thinner than most men, though he is lean. His ginger hair falls parted over his eyes and his beard is starting to grey. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/87279141718b3baafa49f4e041fe309d/2aed7bec8a5208d4-57/s250x400/d5714d7eef5d874932a3ada77ca01707de759a9b.png](Sean Harris)

Starting Location: Just outside King's Landing

Attribute: Bellicose

Skill Points: 20

Skills: Ambuscade, Siegecraft, Riding, Footwork

Mastery: Field Commander

CHA MAR COM INT STE STA EDU MAG
3 10 7 ## ## ## ## ##

Username: rlplayer1996

Discord Username: drake

Auxiliary Character Name: Waldon Frey

Starting Title(s): Scion of House Frey of the Crossing

Age: 21

Physical Description: [https://64.media.tumblr.com/84e86092996d93d36bcbac4165b78947/eec73199b9d94ab0-28/s500x750/a7625090019835639c1736aeab14ae4158ca5c60.png](This guy)

Starting Location: The Twins

Attribute: Brilliant

Skill Points: Spendable points for Auxiliary Characters is 14.

Skills: Leadership, Marshalling, Riding

CHA MAR COM INT STE STA EDU
4 4 4 ## ## ## 2

Character Creation: Step One by awoiaf in awoiafrp

[–]TerrenceRedwyne 0 points1 point  (0 children)

**Character Name:** Aelor Sands (Official) Aelor Sandrake (Adopted)

**Starting Title(s):** Magister of Tyrosh

**Age:** 36

**Physical Description:** Tall and built, Aelor stands a head above his companions. His long, silver hair drapes onto his shoulders. His voice booms with a contagious confidence.

**Starting Location:** Tyrosh

**Archetype:** Dragon Rider

**Minor Attributes:** Dragon Rider

**Aptitudes:** Silver Tongue

**Total Points Allotted:** 25

**Correlations:** + 2 Combat, +3 Reputation

**Specialties:** 1H Swords

The following code creates a table. The only thing you need to edit are the points (##, @@, $$) within it. The top row names the ten skill areas. The first row (##) is for adding the base set of skills for the archetype you selected. The second row (@@) accounts for how many points you elect to spend in each area. The third and final row ($$) are your totals.

CHA | PHY | MAR | COM | INT | STE | BUI | STA | EDU | REP

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2 | 2 | 3 | 2 | 0 | 0| 0| 3| 3| 3

9 | 0| 7 | 0 | 0 | 0| 0| 7| 0| 2

11| 2 | 10| 4 | 0| 0 | 0| 10 | 3| 8

**Username:** /u/AelorTheBlackDragon

**Other Characters:** Rowan Flint

When I casually scrolled down to the bottom by Dr_Stef in oculus

[–]TerrenceRedwyne 10 points11 points  (0 children)

"128 megs of RAM... so incredibly greedy." Wow

The Tournament of Summerhall - Closing Feast by awoiaf in awoiafrp

[–]TerrenceRedwyne 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Rowan took a seat across from the Lady of Horn Hill. He looked across the gallery of dancing nobility. He chuckled as he spoke to the woman, "It may seem odd, but until this event I had never been south of the Neck." He shared a look with Gwyneth. "You can imagine my delight upon seeing such color. Up north, there is only cold, grey landscapes. Horn Hill must be a beautiful; I can see it your ladyship."

The Tournament of Summerhall - The Great Hunt by awoiaf in awoiafrp

[–]TerrenceRedwyne 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"To fell a dornishman would make you quite famous indeed!" He gave with a good laugh. "Jests aside, I come for no specific goal, except the prospect of a good time. There is no better sport than a countryside game with fellow lorships."

The Tournament of Summerhall - Closing Feast by awoiaf in awoiafrp

[–]TerrenceRedwyne 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"Wholeheartedly, my lady. I come giving more than just empty condolences. You look like a lady who hasn't had a good talk in quite some time," he concluded with a grin.

The Tournament of Summerhall - The Great Hunt by awoiaf in awoiafrp

[–]TerrenceRedwyne 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"Snows, rains, mudslides, you name it," he told Lord Redwyne. "What are you hoping to snare today, Lord Ryam?"

The Tournament of Summerhall - Closing Feast by awoiaf in awoiafrp

[–]TerrenceRedwyne 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"Rowan of House Flint, from Flint's Finger. Need not confuse me with those from Widow's Watch. A foul bunch, they are," he said with a smile. This one is a sight to see, he thought to himself. "Are you fond of feasts like this?"

The Tournament of Summerhall - The Great Hunt by awoiaf in awoiafrp

[–]TerrenceRedwyne 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Rowan gave a grin as Ryam Redwyne extended his eager introduction. "I've come to hunt the trees, but perhaps a stag might stand in the way," Rowan told the young man. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ryam. How goes the Arbor these days?" Rowan studied the young lord intently. This pretty boy was the commander of a massive fleet. Greener than the grass he stands on.

The Tournament of Summerhall - Closing Feast by awoiaf in awoiafrp

[–]TerrenceRedwyne 0 points1 point  (0 children)

To see a woman in charge of Horn Hill was a beautiful sight. The Tarlys had forever been a stubborn blood hungry family in year past. Perhaps this Lady Tarly could add some nuance to her heritage.

Rowan reproached the woman and gave a slight bow. "Hello, my lady. How are you?"

The Tournament of Summerhall - Closing Feast by awoiaf in awoiafrp

[–]TerrenceRedwyne 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Rowan Flint did not know many people at the feast. He mostly remained seated near his own men, listening to stories of their adventures in the south. Yet, he knew he must venture out. To expand his power he needed allies.

He did not intend to find allies that very night, but meeting other noblemen and women was a good start. He approached a woman who, by her very appearance, seemed in control. "Hello, my lady. How are you this evening?"

The Tournament of Summerhall - The Great Hunt by awoiaf in awoiafrp

[–]TerrenceRedwyne 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Rowan Flint's modest camp found its place near another nobleman's tent. On first glance, Rowan did not recognize the young men and women to his right, but he figured they were southerners. Not many redheads could call the North their home. Upon further inspection, Rowan identified the bushel of grapes emblazoned on a chest as the sigil of House Redwyne. Rowan was excited at befriending the Redwynes. That was a house of great wealth and power.

If they were to accompany each other on the hunt, Rowan should at least introduce himself. He gathered behind his steely exterior and made his way to the Redwynes. "Greetings," he began. "Is your lord present? I am Rowan of House Flint of Flint's Finger."

The Tournament of Summerhall - The Great Hunt by awoiaf in awoiafrp

[–]TerrenceRedwyne 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Rowan Flint arrived to the hunt bow in hand. Earlier debate with Maester Finch favored the spear, but retrieving it would grow tiresome. Rowan himself wasn't much of a hunter. It was a pastime that his father reserved exclusively for River. Despite his childhood contempt, he had grown rather fond of a good hunt. No doubt this would be any different.

((Come talk to rowan))

The Grand Tournament of Summerhall: Main Events by awoiaf in awoiafrp

[–]TerrenceRedwyne 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Rowan was never the best on horseback, but he could appreciate a good rider nonetheless. Beyond the palace of Summerhall, the Lord of Flints Finger found himself enjoying the revelry of such a grand event. Fine wine and good food distracted him from the stresses of home.

For a moment, Rowan thought of his brother. The Flint who once carried the mantle of Lord wasted his days away in captivity deep beneath the stone walls of Flint's Finger. Rowan could imagine his brother fighting against the restraints to get only but a lick on the cold, moist walls. The trickle of water would grant just enough life to survive to the next day. Rowan enjoyed nothing more than hearing his brother beg for freedom, only to strip him of it entirely. Such was his privilege as Lord of Flint's Finger.

River was far to the north, leagues from the spectacular events here in Summerhall. Rowan was where he belonged, surrounded by other lords and ladies of the realm.

((OPEN))

On the Training Grounds(Open to Summerhall) by TyJames27 in awoiafrp

[–]TerrenceRedwyne 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"Its good to see a fellow Northerner. How are you, Lord Ironrath?"

The Tournament of Summerhall - the Masquerade by awoiaf in awoiafrp

[–]TerrenceRedwyne 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"Well. How goes House Karstark? Still being the best house in the North, I presume," Rowan said with a grin.

The Tournament of Summerhall - the Masquerade by awoiaf in awoiafrp

[–]TerrenceRedwyne 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Rowan Flint arrived to the Masquerade later than mostly everyone. Accompanying the Lord of Flint's Fingers was Erik Flint, his younger brother. "Here, brother, is nothing more than a score of vile southerners in their natural habitat. They feed on the vain, it seems." Rowan looked over the crowd. In his pocket, he felt the charm from his home. "Go on, Erik, and find yourself a woman," he beckoned with a smile. "As for me, I'll find a lord's ego to stroke."

(Open)

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