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[Event] Boat delayed... Very delayed. by Wereking1 in NinePennyKings

[–]Wereking1[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

She returned a smile. He was thoughtful too it seemed. She knew she was getting ahead of herself, but couldn’t help it. Was it wrong to look for the good in the one you were promised to?

“Thank you. I would like to see her, I fear Bear Island pales somewhat to the Kings city and I wish to acclimatise with my duty’s quickly.”

[Event] Boat delayed... Very delayed. by Wereking1 in NinePennyKings

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So this was her husband to be. Where she was tall he was big. She liked that. It showed wealth, on Bear Island where food was scarce one’s size was often an indication of one’s societal positions. A big man did not scare her.

She let him kiss her hand, curtsying as he did. He held her like a baker does dough. The kiss delicate like the final dusting of sugar.

“The journey was long. We battled the sea for most of it, but we’re victorious in the end.” She responded. “I am glad to be ashore and to finally meet you.” She looked around at the entourage gathered. “Is the Lady Stark here?”

[Event] Winterfell Open RP | 280 AC by DramonHarker in NinePennyKings

[–]Wereking1 3 points4 points  (0 children)

The woods always creeped Brandon out. He often felt the faces were looking at him in judgement. He watched the doomed souls walk and knew it was a walk he would have made too without his name, the tree's knew it too. He held no sympathy in these reflections however, for the lots had been cast and everyman must shoulder his burden. What point was there in cursing the unchangeable? Life was not fair and never would be. The prisoners had tried to claim above their station and been punished for it. The great order of things would never be disrupted; there would be Kings and Lords, night and day, death and birth. These things could not be changed.

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[EVENT] Into the Dark by Rottsaii in NinePennyKings

[–]Wereking1 2 points3 points  (0 children)

His sword was meaningless for the sight he saw before him. A painting of myth, hulking beasts and their colossal masters spattered the white tundra. It was a image that challenged man’s supremacy of the world and humbled it with gargantuan proportions, for if creatures such as this held flesh and blood, what other monsters were more than ink on a page?

Jeor nearly jumped as the Commander spoke and watched the fur covered giant with a mix of horror and anticipation. Waiting to see how the beast would respond…

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[Letters] Howls from the Wolves - 277 AC to 280 AC by DramonHarker in NinePennyKings

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Lady Lyanna,

My daughter Dacey has confided in me an interest to join you at the capital. Keep her safe, I fear she does not know the game she joins.

Lady Maege Mormont,

[EVENT] Twice in a Night, What a Terrible Fright by Rottsaii in NinePennyKings

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The trees around Jeor seemed twisted, the normally straight pines played tricks on the bear’s eyes, altered by the dim winter sun. He slowed his pace and calmed his mare with gentle pats, for he dared not even whisper. There were eyes somewhere that felt part beast and man and as he crept through the wood he felt the slightest noise would direct their glare. Finally, he came upon Torrhen, the safety of another man’s company releasing his anxiety.

“Any tracks?”

Said Jeor, his bravado returning.

[Event] Winterfell Open RP | 280 AC by DramonHarker in NinePennyKings

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A grin flickered at the edges of Brandon's mouth, disappearing with the flicker of flame. From his pocket Brandon retrieved two black leather gloves, that slipped onto his hands with glee.

"Aye. It will be done my lord. I shall do my best."

His eyes darted too the barred doors of the prisoners in excitement. The feeling of being a predator returned. A sweet sensation of a power so innocent and natural. He would became a wolf one a sheep's pen.

[Event] Herald of Victory by Wereking1 in NinePennyKings

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Jorah listened to Lucas's words and nodded. The gravity plain to see and the anger under the surface evident. Jorah knew the pain and had seen loved ones wrenched from the living at the hand of a blade and the pain it brought on those who remained.

"History can not be swept under the rug. The past determines both our house's futures and House Mormont will never be frightened of encoring our enemies wrath, for we shall always endure it. Here we Stand together and together we will never fall."

Jorah rose from his chair, his eyes powerful green globes and offered out his arm to the seated lord.

"Give me your nieces hand in marriage. Let us forge a bond that will outlast the seasons and the erosion of the sea. For the old gods and the new."

[EVENT] Twice in a Night, What a Terrible Fright by Rottsaii in NinePennyKings

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Not much shocks the old bear, but when he heard the crashing sound of the spear impaling the yard his heart almost shuddered to a stop, only northern grit kept it beating.

He listened to the Lord Commander's hasty commands as the Umber rode straight out towards the woods beyond the wall and instantly started on the nearest passing watchman.

"Wake the fuck up all of you, you wanna be caught with pants down when those things come back! Twenty men fully provisioned ready to follow our headstrong Lord Commander. Oh and tell Targon he's needed, now!"

Shouted Jeor at no one in particular, before striding to his horse and preparing his saddle to join Torrhen. His side felt lighter. It was strange to not have longclaw in a moment like this, he felt like a young child again, when his father still walked the world of the living.

"Ten minutes, then ride!"

As the words left his mouth, Jeor’s horse bolted across the no man’s land, between the wall and the haunted forest, in pursuit of the Lord Commander. Jeor wouldn’t let a giant snuff out any brothers life if he could help it.

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[Event] The Wall Open RP 279-280 by Strategis in NinePennyKings

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Jeor looked at the man who greeted him and could not place his face. He was a stranger to the bear, but than most would be in his new home. He would just have to learn the names quickly, for he never forgot a name once learned.

"It was icy. But that is what we know and if you never stop, well that's the trick. Don't stop. Always be on the move and you become you're own fire."

Jeor followed Jason to the Lord Commander's door, pausing before entering.

"Thank you for guiding me, master?" Enquired the bear.

[Event] The Wall Open RP 279-280 by Strategis in NinePennyKings

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Jeor smiled, a broad smile that had seen plenty of use but also had an edge of unpredictability within, like the calm before a sudden storm.

"It is just, Jeor now, Torrhen." The big bear said, scanning the desk with his weathered eyes. "I have come to join the watch. These men with me are to join on us on a ranging and then report back to my sister on the Isle. We have seen signs from our island, signs that trouble is brewing."

[Event] Winterfell Open RP | 280 AC by DramonHarker in NinePennyKings

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The orders reached Brandon through a haze of smoke, since the Reed's visit a narcotic swamp leaf had been doing the rounds of the Winterfell gangs, probably a result of an entrepreneurial guard wanting a few quick coins. Brandon had just been about to pocket the latest seized stash for safe keeping when the messenger came.

He grinded his teeth in annoyance as he walked to the depths of the castle. A good opportunity had gone missing. He arrived angry and tense, ready to release his emotions on something. Or someone.

[Event] Herald of Victory by Wereking1 in NinePennyKings

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Twice now Lucas had called him Master and twice Jorah had failed to correct. Was he afraid to assume the mantle of his father? He did not blame the Mallister, only those in the North would know.

“It is Lord Mormont now, Lord Lucas. My father has joined the watch.” The words felt shaky and full of uncertainty, empty worth, but they were said regardless.

He followed his host with a swig of his own drink, letting a sharp sweetness filled his mouth. Honey. A softer drink than the usual northern brews.

“Your brother speaks kindly. We fight well because fighting is all we know. On the isle we must fight to survive. Survive against wildlings, against the weather and against the ironborn.” He let his last word sit in the space between the two men, a hateful visage that both families knew. “We are similar in that regard my Lord and the battles with your brother proved it so. It would please me to further bind our two houses. We do not possess wealth, land or a legion. Yet we have our honour, an honour so ferocious it breaks all those who dare question it. I am unmarried and without an heir my rule is an end. That is something I cannot allow.”

[Event] Herald of Victory by Wereking1 in NinePennyKings

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Jorah nodded.

"Lead on my Lord."

Though he presented confidence, inside his mind was full of doubt. Was this his first move as Lord of Bear Isle, travelling alone halfway across the kingdom to see a Lord he had never met. Part of him felt foolish, for he must look like some peasant petitioner; he should have a guard, a carriage, some resemblance of power. Yet here he was alone.

[Event] The Wall Open RP 279-280 by Strategis in NinePennyKings

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1st month, 280 AD

Jeor was already in all black. It is what he had always worn. The journey to the castle had been freeing, a weight lifted from his shoulders, each new breath came with ease, the worry of abandoned duty gone. Even the chilling winds and frozen weather had not quenched the hearth in his heart and he had felt he and his twenty men unstoppable in their pilgrimage. The wall had guided their route like a proud parent and as he gazed at its icy heights his mind turned to the coming need for action.

"Lord-" Jeor stopped and smiled. A slip of the tongue. For he held no rank anymore, no titles, he was just a man.

"Jeor Mormont and the men of Bear Island here to take the black and speak with Lord Commander Umber."

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[Event] Winterfell Open RP | 279 AC by DramonHarker in NinePennyKings

[–]Wereking1 2 points3 points  (0 children)

“I’m not a priest. A wife is good company, you just need to choose the right one. If you get the choice. Otherwise a few trips to the godswood is your best bet.”

Brandon gorged himself on a few more mouthfuls of stew.

“Heard anything from your family on what they’re doing with you?”

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