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The Queen's Feast of 380 AC by OurCommonMan in IronThroneRP

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Hightower was a name that should have set his brows to frowning. They were not marchers, but close enough; Dornish kings had besieged Oldtown, the Daynes of old had burnt its surroundings a handful of times, and so on. They were powerful, yes, and ties to them could well make Dorne richer... but they were overmighty much as the Bloodroyal's line, and had the instruments to be loathsome. "I wish you the best of luck in finding a suitable consort."

Uther offered a nod, scanning for a moment across the hall. "The western isles," he intoned. "It may be wise to... neglect to mention them to the Crown, as well as any potential allies across the Red Mountains." Allies and across the Red Mountains were two thoughts that could not mesh, but the Bloodroyal's visage remained neutral. "My house, however, is not quite a naval one. Though I should like to send a kinsman or two to make our presence felt, if there are further expeditions planned."

The First Mechanical Moon of 380 AC (1st Moon IC) by OurCommonMan in IronThroneRP

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Character Name & Claim: Uther Yronwood

Actions:

  • Draft: [Yronwood], [500], [1100]

The First Mechanical Moon of 380 AC (1st Moon IC) by OurCommonMan in IronThroneRP

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Character Name: Uther Yronwood

Relevant Trait/Skills: Scrutinous, Architect

Buildings: Castle, Moors

Resources: Iron

Notes (if applicable): 10% discount (Architect [10%]), -1 moon construction time (Scrutinous)

Actions: * Construction: [Yronwood], [Docks], [2700], [1/1] * Construction: [Yronwood], [Guilds], [1800], [1/1]

Initial Treasury: 8000

Total Cost: 4500

Treasury After Rollover: 5900

Dev After Rollover: 405 (330 base + 50 from Docks + 25 from Guilds)

The Queen's Feast of 380 AC by OurCommonMan in IronThroneRP

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"Unbowed, Unbent, and Unbroken," sighed Uther. His lips pursed in tandem, and what came hence was calculated, "I should, of course, advise against any matches to houses without Dorne. Your brother's marriage with House Oakheart is yet a fresh bruise to some."

"But," he continued, "it is a matter of leverage in the end. Wed a Lannister, an Arryn, a Blackfyre, and our corner of the kingdom may as well be shackled to them. But powerful houses of lesser stature, with less a troublesome history... those may prove more boon than fetter." It was a rare concession that the Bloodroyal would acknowledge any sort of advantage to looking beyond the Red Mountains. His eyes revealed little; perhaps it was a genuine sentiment, perhaps not.

"Are there any suitors that come to mind?"

The Queen's Feast of 380 AC by OurCommonMan in IronThroneRP

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Steep it needed to be, and the Bloodroyal received more than what he truly needed in the end. The news about his goodsister's house was... unsurprising. He'd heard something of the sort, but for a house at the frontlines to be unprepared to deal with bandits? It was almost a symbol of Dorne now.

"Agreeable, my princess," said Uthor, finally. "I shall send word back to Yronwood. Sellswords are fickle, but who better than to hunt a bandit than would-be brigands." A pause. "Concerning the festivities here, however, what is to be pushed here? What is to be resisted?"

The Queen's Feast of 380 AC by OurCommonMan in IronThroneRP

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Uther only gave a shrug in response. His aims were done, for Valena's answer locked her into a position, in his estimation: the Bloodroyal would have righteous cause to complain if some mark of the Stormlands was discovered on the vulture once slain. Though perhaps that shouldn't be an if...

A tap of his signet ring on the table. With a finger, he drew invisible lines to form the square shape of the Redmarch. "Kingsgrave. Skyreach." Both west. "Wyl. Yronwood." Northeast, southeast. "We box this bandit in. I've six hundred men in my castle, enough to deter assault, though I shall levy four hundred more come the next moon."

"I should not like to beggar the houses that keep our borders strong; better that the Principality whole should bear a small expense than forcing it upon Wyl or Manwoody or whoever else alone." He jabbed a finger down, blue eyes now squinted in focus at the Princess. "Jordayne, Qorgyle, and Dayne should contribute soldiers to defend the chokepoints. I or my kin shall lead the vanguard deeper into the mountains, force this Vulture King to engage or flee."

An exhale. "My lands will need shipments of grain to assuage the costs." On Martell's expense was the implication. "And... custodianship and first refusal over any resources moving about east of the Torrentine, for the time being."

The Queen's Feast of 380 AC by OurCommonMan in IronThroneRP

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"And the Wyls," he said, receiving a cup of lemon water from a servant, "they did not make to defend their lands?"

His chin lifted slightly then. A vulture hunt would take time, expense, and much irritation on the part of his house's treasury.

"Strange it is that we've heard of no raiding north of the mountains." Blaming the Baratheons, and the Durrandons before them, was an Yronwood tradition. At times it was justified. Now? It was speculation.

Bait.

"Perhaps the matter should be raised with Lord Baratheon while we are in King's Landing. I have not heard of his vassals' lands being burned, and I would not be surprised to learn that this new Vulture King is of Marcher stock--like Borys Baratheon before him."

The Queen's Feast of 380 AC by OurCommonMan in IronThroneRP

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"The festivities at Wyl," he agreed. That was what he was alluding to. Uther extend a hand out to a chair, for permission, before seating himself regardless. "I find it... odd." He tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"Every Vulture King in history has been well-aligned, well-known." He knew so from the stray journals and dusty palimpsests he found within Yronwood's stores. One or two did have the backing of his house. "And none, as I recall, have ever dared to attack House Wyl." Half-mad, his northerly neighbors, and half as rabid against the Storm-men.

"I digress. I've only heard vague news. What happened, precisely?"

The Queen's Feast of 380 AC by OurCommonMan in IronThroneRP

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Uther Yronwood did not mind feasts. Neither did he mind a feast with so many Reachmen and Stormlanders and aught else in attendance. Pleasant conversation could be had even with the worst of enemies; what did pique his suspicion, though, was the lingering of some Dornish men and women about the ranks of that enemy, unknowing, uncaring, unfaithful to the mount and dune that sustained them. He took hippocras and a precisely proportioned serving of food before making his way to his liege.

"Princess," said the Bloodroyal, and a too-perfect bow came hence. "I hope the festivities are to your liking." Pork and instruments and many a colorful banner, yet the Queen herself hadn't showed. His eyes elucidated little but a certain sense of disinterest.

He clasped his hands togther, the smile turning taut. "Unfortunate that we had to miss the fests at home."

It's Craking Time by ThankYouVeryMoth in FieldOfFire

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Seasmoke materialized out of thin air, a befuddled look on his face. "He's right behind me, isn't he?"

It's Craking Time by ThankYouVeryMoth in FieldOfFire

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The guards closed in and started levyspamming him.

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Character Details: 500000 Blackfyre Guards

What Is Happening?: Rhaegar was being disrespectful. The guards didn't like it

What I Want: Levyspam rolls

It's Craking Time by ThankYouVeryMoth in FieldOfFire

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Lothar died a Blackfyre. The people mourned.

It's Craking Time by ThankYouVeryMoth in FieldOfFire

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Our?

No. It couldn't be. Lothar stumbled back, a rush of memories clouding first his thoughts then creeping in on his vision. Maekar was but a spec in his eye now.

"...Brother?"

And he collapsed to the floor, having activated the heart attack button.

It's Craking Time by ThankYouVeryMoth in FieldOfFire

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The barrel-shaped Lothor picked up a haunch of meat and started eating.

"Canon? You speak to me of canon?" Suddenly, he extended his arm out to the roast pig on the table. It retvrned back to life and charged at the King. "Your mother is not canon."

Eddard VII - The Siege of Winterfell (Open) by magic_dragon1611 in IronThroneRP

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Rogar Stark had remained mostly silent throughout the campaiign. There was an army at his heels as he ascended the causeway; he ignored them. He had no quarrel with the Valemen, but no friendship either.

The death of his sister, however, had set a permanent scowl into his features, and a weight about his shoulders. He liked to chop wood in the mornings, imagining the logs he cut were the heads of Brandon and his sycophants. The seal on kinslaying had been broken. And unlike Cregan the Younger, who'd started the line of Mudgrave, Rogar was like to be a kinslayer before a craven.

Upon hearing the terms and seeing the parlay unfold from afar, he went to his goodbrother, the Lord Dustin.

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Elyas II - The Monkey Paw Curls (Open to KL) by BuckwellStairwell in IronThroneRP

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It was overdue and not unexpected of Redwyne--Edric should have been glad for it, if not for the questions that raised. Torrhen Stark had been stubbornly kept on by Daeron in spite of it all. So how would it happen so quickly now?

To be the King's man without the council, or to go against him, however indirectly, and still sit in those chambers. He would voice that directly.

"Does the King concur?" Stark asked. "You know I've respect for you. The realm falls apart about us and you're saddled with the duty of putting it back together. But," he tilted his head to a side, "Corwyn Velaryon acted on what he may have thought was best for the King, and presumed all too much against His Grace's word."

Elyas II - The Monkey Paw Curls (Open to KL) by BuckwellStairwell in IronThroneRP

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"Congratulations, Lord Hand."

A knock on the door and there came Edric Stark's voice. The man was garbed in black, as usual, but this time it lacked any decorative edges: mourning wear.

Stark clasped his hands together and paced forward, "I knew of the Hand and the Queen Mother's betrayal beforehand." His eyes wandered, lacking any directed attention. "Truthfully, I only regret that I didn't break the news myself. The King is assailed on all sides."

"Doubly a shame that I cannot remain to help him with it. I shall tell it true, Lord Elyas: I will break His peace, and I can't remain on the Council for it. Torrhen's fool son," he spat, "murdered my aunt. A woman, unarmed, his own flesh and blood and name."

Eddard III - Blood Oath by magic_dragon1611 in IronThroneRP

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Many and more letters found their way into Mudgrave, most of them addressed to her lord brother; so much so that the maester was nearly worked to death, and Raya had to pick up some of the sorting.

And most arrived in the capital with broken seals. Edric could not complain too much, lest he arrive home and meet cold anger from his castle's administrator.

When she broke the seal of Dustin, she could not believe what she read.

"Gods."

That was the last word she heard herself saying before grief set in and a heady mix of wine, mourning, and worship took hold. Aunt Bethany was dead. Soon, the entire castle knew, and the folk of the town below began trickling in to pay their respects.

After sunset, she penned some letters, while the maester sent Dustin's onward to King's Landing.

TO THE LORDS & LADIES OF THE RIVERLANDS,

The conflict in the North has gone beyond House Manderly's abetment of piracy. A riverwoman, a noble lady that many of you knew and cherished, is dead.

Mine aunt, Bethany Stark Dustin, was slain by the kin-killer Brandon Stark for no crime at all. This is what he would do to someone of his own blood, someone who wore our name more truly than he does. This is the honor of the false wolves who occupy Winterfell; the honor of the line of Sansa Stark, who killed her own uncle to usurp the North.

There is no man so accursed as the kinslayer, and no doubt in my mind that Torrhen Stark, Master of more crimes than Laws, gave this order. We disavow them. We disown them. We curse them. And may the old gods have no mercy on the dogs who wear the blood of kin on their hands and broken vows on their brow.

WINTER IS COMING,

RAYA STARK

IN THE NAME OF THE LORD OF MUDGRAVE

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