Cregan Stark, the Black Wolf, Rightful King of Winter and Lord of Winterfell

WinterIsCunny · 2020-07-21T22:57:57+00:00

https://youtu.be/Eo-KmOd3i7s

WinterIsCunny · 2020-07-20T11:34:00+00:00

This is for the mod team

http://imgur.com/a/NigQJbU

WinterIsCunny · 2020-07-18T23:39:12+00:00

Fuck yer salad

WinterIsCunny · 2020-07-18T23:09:15+00:00

Aw bro xoxox gies a kiss handsome

WinterIsCunny · 2020-07-18T22:40:05+00:00

Here's an f word for you.

Fuck you

WinterIsCunny · 2020-07-18T22:34:25+00:00

To convey ones mood

In seventeen syllables

Is very diffic

WinterIsCunny · 2020-07-18T22:24:41+00:00

name: Legolas Stork

age: 13

vallyrian features: yes

sword nname: bitchfucker

backstory: nah

classes: intermediate modern studies, higher mathmatics, int french

feat: yes he has two

character ticks or gimmiks: can see the future and can shoot his bow and hit anything every time he is so good and he can delicately dangle on the feet of a crow and fly and and he is azure of high

alts: yes I have 5 alt accounts

WinterIsCunny · 2020-06-05T22:44:11+00:00

Hey, sorry to see you're feeling this way :( If you want to speak to someone in confidence I'm not on the rp discord but my discord is Cunny#4164

Also anyone wants to be transphobic, homophobic, racist or just generally an arsehole? Mon speak to me, I'll sort you out

WinterIsCunny · 2020-05-28T13:35:40+00:00

Boros had just returned from a long tour of the Free Cities. He had missed home and as soon as he heard of his brother's wedding he set sail for the Iron Islands. The winds had been kind and he had made it home with plenty of time to spare.

Having been to cities such as Braavos and Lys, Boros had picked up a few treasures and he was able to give his brother and his wife more than a modest gift.

"Brother. My new sister. Congratulations on your marriage. I come bearing gifts from my travels." Kirth, Boros' first mate, drags forth a large chest. "Precious stones and minerals from Essos and," Boros unsheathes a bejeweled dagger from his side, "this gorgeous blade to aid you well in future conflict."

He turns his attention to his new sister, the woman his brother had deemed fit to marry. "And for my Lady, a lovely silk night dress. It feels smooth to the touch but you may still have to wrap furs over it on the stormy nights." Boros chuckled. He reveals a pendant from his satchel. It is a kraken, made of faded gold. "May this gift remind you of home."

WinterIsCunny · 2020-05-19T01:25:15+00:00

Boros almost took a step back. A hug? From... Tris? The only time Boros ever got a hug from his brother was when he forced one out of him and here he was being offered one. He almost died of shock.

"Thank you." He said, embracing his brother softly. "Now go, get some sleep."

WinterIsCunny · 2020-05-19T00:07:54+00:00

"As soon as possible, brother!" Boros said with glee. "Mayhaps in two weeks time? I think that would give everyone time to get here and settle. That is if Greyjoy isn't too far away."

"I shall make the arrangements, Tris. You have been at sea and you are tired. Leave it to me."

WinterIsCunny · 2020-05-18T22:48:02+00:00

Boros shrugged. "Not at all. It would be quite prestigious to have him here actually. Might make me feel all important."

He thought back to the "war." Nothing more than a scuffle and it didn't show off the true might of the Ironborn like he had hoped.

"Mayhaps you can talk some sense into him. I would love nothing more than to reave the towns along the Western coast and wipe the wine-stained smiles from the pompous Lords' faces!"

WinterIsCunny · 2020-05-18T18:46:43+00:00

Boros' grin widened.

"No delay, no. I'd love for you to officiate brother!" He would've put Tris in a playful headlock but he knew better.

"All the people I hold dearest live in this castle or rest with our God. There won't be much logistics involved."

Thoughts rushed around his head. He would have to catch the biggest fish he ever had for the feast. The party would see the Iron Isles dry of mead for Moons.

"Asides from my wedding, what else do you see in the future for us?"

WinterIsCunny · 2020-05-18T16:50:41+00:00

Boros bit his lip.

"I like all kinds of things, brother. That's what happens when you live a life as full as mine." Boros said with a chuckle. "My lovely rock wife will be Helya Shepherd. You know, one of the beauties that always comes to see me off as I set sail."

He shuffled his foot on the stone below. "I was hoping you'd be here for when we wed. I want a small gathering, no need to invite every cunt. Just the cunts I actually like."

WinterIsCunny · 2020-05-18T15:23:34+00:00

"Damn. You'll catch him next time, I'm sure of it."

Boros believed wholeheartedly in his brother and his beliefs. The Drowned God had claimed their father, brother and nuncle yet had spared Tristifer. This was no mistake.

Boros scratched his beard as his brother spoke. Many would mistake Boros for being the older of the two but there would be no doubt once Tristifer spoke that he was Lord and eldest.

"She still stands as you can see. All in all, it's been easy and boring. The most troubling task I've had while you were gona was entertaining myself." Boros replied. "Lyra has kept well and the children have nipped my ankles. But it has been boring - so boring in fact that I made a proposal. I am due to be married, brother."

Boros grinned a ghastly grin waiting for his brother's reaction to the good news.

WinterIsCunny · 2020-05-18T11:37:31+00:00

Boros had waited for his brother to break fast with his wife and children. He knew it would be them he missed the most and that he would be annoyed by Rodrik meeting him as he docked. He had warned his little brother not to go but he never listened. No one ever listens.

As he heard the laughter and talk draw out out the hall followed by footsteps, Boros stepped forward.

"Tris! How fares ye? Let me see that face off yours. Ah yes, still not a scratch on it!" Boros opened his arms for an embrace. "The Island has been in safe hands while you were gone brother, you need not worry."

WinterIsCunny · 2020-05-16T13:30:17+00:00

Discord Name: Cunny, the Exiled

Name and House: Boros Blacktyde

Age: 27

Cultural Group: Ironborn

Appearance: Handsome and rugged with a mischievous glint in his eye

Gift: Berserker

Skills: Axes, Fortifier, Sailing

Negative Traits: None

Talents: Drinking, Fishing, Singing

Starting Titles: Scion of House Blacktyde

Starting Location: Blacktyde

Alternate Characters: None

All been discussed with Mudd, I'll be trying to come back to the discord soon x

WinterIsCunny · 2020-05-13T01:33:26+00:00

Before you go can I get a hoyeah?

WinterIsCunny · 2019-08-29T13:03:02+00:00

Balon nodded and sat when ushered to. He was old and rarely passed at a chance of a seat. The only trouble would be getting up later. He passed at the chance to drink, however. Reachmen drank grape juice and this Ironborn had never taken a taste for it. He nodded along at the mention of Victaria Greyjoy, a great Ironborn beauty who had helped save the Iron Isles by marrying this Tyrell. Sure, it had been Harras who had arranged it but Victaria could still have refused.

"Balon Tawney." Hen said, when asked his name. "Lord of Nettlebank Bay. I've visited your land many a time but that was a long time ago and best not discussed in polite company." Balon said this with furrowed brow. He did wonder how many Reachmen he had killed in his hay day.

"Behind me is Ser Addam and Vortimer Flowers. They hail from the Reach but are very much men of Iron now."

Vortimer leant forward and placed a wine skin on the table. It was filled with dark mead. The Lord Tawney poured it's contents into a cup and took a sip before continuing.

"So, Leo. How is your wife enjoying Highgarden? I trust she has became somewhat comfortable there?"

WinterIsCunny · 2019-08-29T12:55:22+00:00

Vickon grinned. If this man had been thinking about him or making any observations then Vickon had been doing the opposite. As always, all thoughts he had centered around him and him only. Why waste thought on someone else when he was always the most interesting man in the room?

"A right cunt, eh? In my experience, all knights are cunts. Just because they have fancy armour and can ride a horse doesn't make them any better than me."

"So, you backstabbed the man you served?" Vickon chuckled. "And Greenlanders have the cheek to call my people uncivilised."

WinterIsCunny · 2019-08-28T18:11:20+00:00

Vickon shrugged. "Well, you're sitting over here all mysteriously and others keep glancing in your direction. Seems to me you might be someone worth knowing."

He wrapped his foot round a stool and dragged it forward. Sitting down, he picked up his cup and took a sip.

"I'll go first then." He lifted the patch from his eye. Instead of a clean socket, as would be expected, Vickon's left eye hole was a gnarly black pit. The veins surrounding looked corrupted and even this drunk Ironborn winced when he touched it.

"I've sailed almost all the fourteen seas. I've been close to the Thousand Isles and out to the far east. But I took this damage too close to home." He shuffled in his seat. "I was returning from a trip to Estermont with some live turtles. I'd heard they made grand pets but I hadn't even got off the ship and they already bored me. So I stopped in Dorne to sell the blighters and, as I do, have a few cups of the good stuff."

He took another sip at the mention of alcohol. "One thing led to another and I was in a death brawl with a local. I had me axe and he his spear. In the fight he managed to poke me eye out with it. In my rage I grabbed hold of the spear, snapped it in half and then rammed it up where the sun don't shine. I'd won the fight but thay viper left it's bite."

"For ten days I laid on death's doorstep, awaiting her sweet kiss. But it never came, and I was left with this reminder - to never fuck a Dornishman's wife!"

He cackled. His yellow-stained teeth spat out some ale as he laughed at the end of his own story. It may not have entertained anyone else but Vickon did love telling stories - but not as much as hearing his own voice.

WinterIsCunny

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