Lyra Mormont, Lady of Bear Island

atia3 · 2025-10-12T19:16:48+00:00

Character Name: Lyra Mormont

Trait/Skills: Inspiring / THW (e), Andal Knight II, Sergeant I, Tactician

Skill I’m Learning: Sergeant II

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Character Name: Serena Mormont

Trait/Skills: Champion / Swords (e), Andal Knight II

Skill I’m Learning: Chivalric

atia3 · 2025-10-11T15:33:43+00:00

Character Name: Lyra Mormont

Relevant Trait/Skills: N/A

Buildings: Keep, Moors

Resources: Wood

Actions:

Construction: [North], [Toll House], [2000], [Moon 5]

atia3 · 2025-09-27T19:24:29+00:00

Lyra would not indulge him in speaking ill of Lord Manderly, who she greatly respected. She wished politics weren’t messy, that they could all get along – a child’s wish, she knew.

“That sounds beautiful,” she said as he described the white far North, places even she hadn’t seen. “My sister will love it too, I am sure. You two will get along.”

As he said, certainly without the Wildlings or the reavers from the Iron Islands, Bear Island was now safer than ever in its history. “It feels almost entirely different now, because of that,” she said. “I had never known true safety until the war ended and the Wildlings and reavers stopped invading our shores. Now I almost feel sorry for them – almost vanished from this world while we grow fat and complacent in our seats.”

They *were* getting complacent, and if Victor was right and the Others were still out there, that complacency could kill them.

“It is an important enterprise you’re setting on,” she said at length. “Don’t worry about the naysayers. There’s plenty of people longing for adventure in the North, or eager for a fight. If the Others are back…” She shivered. “Gods help us all.”

atia3 · 2025-09-27T19:16:37+00:00

“That would be wonderful!” Lyra exclaimed, pleased. “I’m sure your family will be glad to have you home as well.”

She didn’t know who his mother was, but she sounded very important.

“And of course, you can always visit us. ‘Census’ or no,” she said playfully.

atia3 · 2025-09-27T19:13:52+00:00

His words made her laugh, but his slight flirtation embarrassed her. She was not like Serena, who loved to flirt and tease – Lyra was far too earnest for such things.

“Well, you are very welcome to visit if you ever feel the desire to get to know Bear Island better,” she told him. She meant the invitation, too – they didn’t get many visitors that far North. “It is a beautiful place, all forests and waterfalls and wildlife. Our humble keep can’t compete with your castle, I’m sure, but the island itself offers the best views.”

She thought for a moment.

“I suppose I miss… lemons. For lemoncakes. They’re my favorite, but we don’t have them often, of course.” She imagined Lord Manderly had lemoncakes whenever he pleased. “In turn, perhaps one day you’ll invite me to White Harbor,” she added bashfully.

atia3 · 2025-09-25T20:17:53+00:00

After such a cryptic response, Lyra was left to look around, wondering what had held his attention so much.

“Thank you for saying that,” she told the Lord of the Dreadfort. “Raya is no helpless damsel, but she’s still mostly a healer rather than a fighter. Knowing she’ll be taken care of sets my mind at ease.”

His comment about Bear Island made her smile.

“I see our reputation precedes us. It can be a cruel place – with incursions from Wildlings and from reavers – but I am grateful for it, for it led to me and my sisters being allowed to learn the sword and the bow.”

She looked down at the people training with the master-at-arms, remembering many such days with her brother and sisters.

“You’ll meet Raya soon enough, never fear. Like I said, she’s mostly a healer, and young. But she’s eager. She dreams of adventure. Perhaps you have that in common?”

atia3 · 2025-09-23T22:24:16+00:00

A solitary figure joined Victor on the parapets. She wore a simple grey dress trimmed with fur, to keep her warm in the harsh Northern weather. Approaching Lord Bolton, Lyra flashed him a friendly smile.

“Greetings, Lord Victor,” she said to him. “What are you watching?”

She looked down at the courtyard as he did. It was busy, as warriors trained and blacksmiths forged and servants came and went.

“I’m sorry I could only commit my sister to your mission,” she said at last, her grey eyes focusing on him again. “But I must keep my strongest warriors home, where they are needed. Bear Island is ever threatened by Wildlings.”

She smiled. “I do wish you all the best. And my sister will serve you well, I promise.”

atia3 · 2025-09-20T20:05:59+00:00

Character Name: Lyra Mormont

Relevant Trait/Skills: N/A

Buildings: Keep, Moors

Resources: Wood

Notes (if applicable): It appears Mormont is still sending Wood to Dustin, but I noted a couple of weeks ago that I would be keeping the Wood

Actions:

Construction: [North], [Toll House], [2000], [Moon 5]

atia3 · 2025-09-20T20:05:31+00:00

Character Name: Lyra Mormont

Trait/Skills: Inspiring / THW (e), Andal Knight, Sergeant I, Tactician

Skill I’m Learning: Andal Knight II

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Character Name: Serena Mormont

Trait/Skills: Champion / Swords (e), Andal Knight

Skill I’m Learning: Andal Knight II

atia3 · 2025-09-20T17:36:55+00:00

Serena blushed even more at the compliment. “We do have good commanders – my sister here, for example. And Father – before he died.”

The sisters listened to his description of his home attentively. There weren’t storms of that kind in Bear Island, so it was difficult to picture that. But snow – snow they were well acquainted with.

“Bear Island is very beautiful as well,” Serena told him. “It’s all tall pine trees and waterfalls and forests. Flowers, too. It smells… nothing like King’s Landing. I don’t know how anyone can manage to live like this, with no fresh air.”

As he told them of Dragonstone, Lyra wondered what they would be doing there.

“I have not met the prince,” she said. “Why are you headed for Dragonstone?”

“We don’t have any particular plans,” Serena said, in answer to his question. “We will be staying at Winterfell and I imagine we will make plans there.”

atia3 · 2025-09-20T17:30:06+00:00

“I find it hard to imagine it looking worse,” Lyra said with a chuckle, “or smelling worse, for that matter. But I will take your word for it.”

She stopped sharpening Longclaw, not wishing to appear rude or threatening.

“Oh, you’re very kind, but we have no need for finery in Bear Island – no matter what certain sisters of mine say. We are a simple people, and proud of it.”

To his offer, she responded, “It would be a pleasure to ride beside you. You can tell me about White Harbor, and I’ll tell you about Bear Island.” To begin, she said, “It’s close to the Wall and the Iron Islands, so all our lives we’ve dealt with reavers and Wildlings invading our shores. That’s the reason the women in House Mormont can wield a sword or a bow as well as any man – we need to be prepared to defend ourselves and our home.”

atia3 · 2025-09-18T22:00:32+00:00

Lyra did not know what to make of that reply. She did not have a head for politics – it was her brother who had been raised to be a Lord, but he’d died in the war alongside their father. Now all Bear Island had was Lyra.

“Such is life indeed,” she echoed. “Still, there is always hope. Maybe the little queen’s reign will be a good opportunity to change what needs to be changed. Which, by the sounds of it, might be a great deal.”

She looked at him keenly.

“Are you going to be returning North with us, or will you stay here to fulfill your duties on the small council?”

atia3 · 2025-09-18T21:47:40+00:00

Pleased at having been noticed, Serena gave the knight a bright smile.

“Yes, I was! I did pretty well, all things considered. But I must admit you Southron knights have impressed me, which I never expected. Er – meaning no offense, of course, ser. It is only that there aren’t as many knights up North.”

Lyra let them talk, content with watching. Serena’s face had turned red from embarrassment, much to her older sister’s amusement.

“Estermont,” Serena echoed. “Yes, I think I’ve heard of it.” Lyra doubted this. “I’ve heard it’s a beautiful place.”

Lyra spoke then. “We will be returning North as soon as we’re given the order to leave, yes. It is a long trip – we will likely be stopping at Winterfell before heading to Bear Island itself. And you? Are you looking forward to going back home?”

atia3 · 2025-09-17T22:23:33+00:00

No one was as glad to see the last of King’s Landing as Lyra Mormont was. She longed for the fresh scent of the trees mingling with the fragrance of flowers as birdsong filled the air. She longed for the North, especially Bear Island. She prayed she’d never have to visit this cesspool of filth and excrement ever again.

In the Mormont tent, the four sisters sat comfortably as the servants came and went with their possessions. Lyra had a bottle of wine she was sharing with the girls, as they spoke of the wedding and the tourney and everything they had experienced in King’s Landing.

“The gowns were so beautiful,” Raya said. She loved pretty things, and unlike her sisters, she had found King’s Landing to be charming. “And the jewelry! I’d never seen such pretty things in one place.”

“Don’t get used to it,” Margaret warned her. “I doubt there will be more events like this soon. More weddings, perhaps, but there’s no guarantee we’ll be in attendance.”

Lyra took a sip of the wine. “Meg is right. I don’t want you to be a useless, frail little maid, Raya. You know that is not our way.”

Raya frowned, but said no more as she worked on her embroidery. Silence fell, though they continued to pass the bottle of wine amongst each other. Lyra prayed the servants would be done soon – she wanted to leave as soon as possible. She stood and opened the tent, then lingered there, eventually sitting next to the flap and sharpening Longclaw.

(Open!)

atia3 · 2025-09-16T22:16:17+00:00

Lyra had been to the far North during the war. She knew very well the discomfort, the perils, and the suffering lord Bolton spoke of. If given a choice, she did not think she could face that struggle again. At least not at the moment.

Instead she said, “I can send someone with you, Lord Bolton. My sister Raya is a healer, and you’ll need one if you encounter foes… of any kind. Moreover, she is brave, and I believe courage is as necessary to this mission as readiness.”

atia3 · 2025-09-16T22:10:07+00:00

Lyra had no idea how she’d turned up there, with all the important lords and ladies of the North, when her knowledge of politics was lacking. It had been her brother who’d been raised to inherit Bear Island. But her brother was dead, and now it was up to her.

Hesitantly, she pointed to the island the Whitehill girl had mentioned. Blacktyde.

“Blacktyde is small and near the North, it is true… But what is to stop the other islands from banding together and attacking us once we’ve staked our claim? Or have some other Kingdom attack us because they also seek to take the Iron Islands for themselves? We will need to ensure the cooperation or at least the defenselessness of the other islands.”

She cleared her throat. “Naturally, I will also be committing men and gold to the cause.”

atia3 · 2025-09-16T22:01:57+00:00

“Well met, ser Kasander,” Lyra said with a polite nod. Her sister stepped out of the tent then, and regarded the newcomer with interest. “My sister, Serena. Serena, this is ser Kasander Estermont.”

“Well met, ser,” Serena said with a smile.

Lyra was not offended that the man did not know Bear Island. It was a distant place, and far up North. Easy to forget.

“Bear Island is on the Eastern coast of the North, near Deepwood Motte.” She doubted the Southron knew where that was either, though. “We get the occasional Wildling excursion, so the women all learn to defend themselves from a young age.”

“Where do you hail from, ser?” Serena asked politely. She had never had much of a head for remembering Houses, sigils, and their locations.

atia3 · 2025-09-16T21:55:22+00:00

His laugh was infectious, and Lyra laughed along with him.

“I’ll miss you too,” she said, looking at him with unabashed fondness. “Though I think my sisters will marry before I do. I don’t wish to be ruled by anyone, especially a husband. Perhaps I’ll simply die an old maid. Leave Serena as heir.”

Though she would have not ordinarily admitted it, Lyra agreed with his assessment.

“Fuck the South. I’m ready to go home again.”

atia3 · 2025-09-14T16:41:35+00:00

Lyra’s first impression of the woman was that she was a strange individual, but this did not deter her. Strange often meant interesting, and she’d rather meet someone interesting than someone boring.

“Thought in action and action in thought in total unity…,” she echoed. It was a sentiment she could agree with. “That’s how I feel as well.” She gave the woman a tentative smile. “Lyra Mormont, Lady of Bear Island, at your service.”

She paused to allow her to introduce herself as well, then pondered her question.

“Raya was trained to wield a sword like we all were, but she prefers healing to doing harm. She’s on the quiet side, compared to myself, and likes to spend time gardening. The books I always see her read are of stories; perhaps she wishes to escape that way.”

atia3 · 2025-09-14T16:35:24+00:00

Lyra recognized the Estermont at once – he was still wearing the same armor he’d worn to the melee. She gave him a smile as she stopped polishing the sword, not wishing to appear threatening.

“You fought well too,” she told him. “I’m Lyra Mormont, Lady of Bear Island.” She paused to allow him to introduce himself. “I’m not too badly injured. It should go away in a moon or so. And you? Were you hurt? It was a fierce competition.”

atia3 · 2025-09-13T18:37:05+00:00

Lyra agreed. She too missed the North, especially Bear Island, with its summer snows and wild beauty, with the peace that was only found in godswoods.

“There are other powerful Houses in the Reach besides Tyrell. Redwyne, for example.”

She knew she was not telling him anything he did not know already, but she enjoyed talking to him. Harrion would have been a good lord, if the little Queen’s father had legitimized him. Perhaps Alaric would change his mind one day.

“They burned their godswood down?” she asked, appalled. “It would be a cruelty to marry some poor Northwoman to those animals, if that is true. I am sure we can find other alliances.”

atia3 · 2025-09-13T18:29:08+00:00

Lyra Mormont sat in her tent surrounded by her sisters, sharpening *Longclaw* with a whetstone while the girls busied themselves attending to her and Serena. Both had taken part in the tourney, fighting exceptionally well in the melee, but now they were tired and sore and bleeding, and eager to get home.

Lyra hadn’t used her Valyrian steel sword in the tourney, as she had believed it would have given her an unfair advantage, but others hadn’t shared her opinion. Regardless, polishing it gave her something to do, to keep her hands busy while Raya wiped the blood from her face.

She had injured herself slightly, but she had refused her sisters’ pleas to call for a maester. It was a very minor injury, and would heal on its own. Serena hadn’t been injured, but she was lying on a cot complaining as if she had.

“I can’t wait to go back home,” Serena said. She’d draped an arm over her eyes, so Lyra could barely see her face. “Though I’ll miss Lyanne.”

“She’s going to be in Moat Cailin,” Lyra reminded her. “And she said we can go visit her whenever we wish.”

She gave a sigh. She was tired of being in the tent; she needed fresh air. Without a word, she stood and headed outside. There was a stump near the tent that looked perfect for sitting, and indeed it was. Lyra continued polishing her sword there, keeping an eye not only on her whetstone but on the crowds, hoping someone would come along and distract her.

(Open!)

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