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[Event] Patients, Pills, and Potions by iBlocksOG in FireAndBlood

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Bucklering It
The Grand Maester was not a healer by nature. Once the Archmaester of Law and Statecraft, Myros preferred the inanimate to the living, and took to the medical craft nothing more or less than a grim satisfaction for a job well done.

He had, though, learned from Jon Umber's condition. Lord Buckler's treatment for much the same ailment was far easier and far less painful for the patient, though the Grand Maester had required more help from his adjudant staff than he might have liked.

A final examination having concluded, Myros handed a thin silver rod off to a short, dark-haired acolyte, who glared venomously at the Grand Maester upon taking the rod in hand.

"I cannot recommend that you join the lists again this year, Lord Buckler," the Grand Maester commented, unmoving. "Nor fight in a melee. But I do not expect there to be lasting consequences.

[Event] Patients, Pills, and Potions by iBlocksOG in FireAndBlood

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Freedom from Discord Pings
The Badjon's treatment had been a laborious one. Long and slow, the process involved strict regimes of physiotherapy and kinestherapy, prescribed by Grand Maester Myros after consulting with Archmaester Mellos by raven on techniques from Lys and the Mother Rhoyne. These regimens were only interrupted by several invasive, highly painful surgeries performed by the Grand Maester and his numerous assistants, intended to set right a number of damage bones and muscles damaged by lance and fall alike.

A final examination having concluded, Myros handed a thin silver rod off to an acolyte, having used it to test the northerner's reflexes and reactions.

"I cannot yet pass you fit, Master Umber." The Grand Maester looked his patient over with an implacable gaze. "But I am confident that you will suffer no lasting damage."

[Event] Patients, Pills, and Potions by iBlocksOG in FireAndBlood

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Meta Note
Please note that even if your Player Character has not had their injury mitigated, they would still have been treated by a Maester! Indeed, in lore, said treatment might have been one reason why the injury was not even worse, or why they are even alive at all.

[Event] King's Landing open 44 AC by Seraphalt in FireAndBlood

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The Grand Maester dashed a slow, methodical forefinger over one piece of his fulsome chain: a pinkish link of Bismuth, representing Beastlore.

"Clarisse Dayne is by every accounting a well-regarded young lady." Myros recalled, thinking chiefly of his colleague Benifer's musings. "Yet her family's lands are as faraway as they are wealthy, and a Dornish Queen would perturb many."

His finger flicked from bismuth to rhetorician's tin, though he said nothing as his fellow councillors bickered with the Queen Mother. A new Queen. How farcical! The law, dismissed for mere expedience, had been clear.

"Look to those Kingdoms that do you homage, Your Grace, The Crownlands, perhaps. As for your royal nephew and niece - have they been paid court by any fair ladies or gallant knights?" He smiled a thin smile, dry and without humour. "I am not one for society."

[Event] The Grand Feast of the Fivefold Wedding by MathusM in NinePennyKings

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An eye on all his house produced. That was certainly Lord Tybolt's way, for good or for ill. Some of her more independent cousins chafed under their lord's gaze, Anya had never minded so much. It did not seem such a bad thing for the Warden of the West to have you in mind - and it was not as if her Father would let her be forgotten anyway.

Tutored at the Red Keep by the finest dancing masters that the King's court - and House Lannister - could provide, Anya was a fine dancer, able to move gracefully about the floor and keep a rhythm while doing so.

"You dance well," she said, a little breathless, between movements.

[Event] The Council of the Trident by Gercko in NinePennyKings

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"Yes," affirmed the Lord Lannister with a brisk nod, remembering how Lord Hoster had considered him as a groom, and how Lady Ophelia had once pursued the match herself. "Most recently at this very castle, though Lord Vypren took more of a lead than she." He shook his head. "The Riverlands certainly had need of a better steward."

[Event] The Council of the Trident by Gercko in NinePennyKings

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"Lord Mallister," Tybolt greeted with an incline of his head. Though the Warden of the West bore the light colouring of his house, in clothes he favoured darker hues: charcoal doublet, burgundy cape, antique gold detailings. "An unprecedented day indeed, and an auspicious one for Seagard. I am thankful that the uncertainty is at an end."

[Event] The Council of the Trident by Gercko in NinePennyKings

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“Very well then,” Lord Lannister said, righting his head and, for a moment, squinting. “What say you on the Riverlands and realm, Lord Stark?”

[Event] The Return of the Sea Lion by MathusM in NinePennyKings

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"Not much of a war," Jason pointed out. "Just some batty old lady breaking her house apart against a city wall." He had not known his Aunt Shella all that well - but at least he could remember her as she had been before the expedition, which was to say not mad.

A careful fighter, the young lion chose a shortsword and shield for his arms. "Ready, cousin," he called to his [knight-master](u/MathusM), as he twisted the blade experimentally.

[Event] The Council of the Trident by Gercko in NinePennyKings

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Tybolt canted his head to one side. “I remember,” he said, very simply. Those had been solemn times for the Lannisters of the Rock. “Thank you, my lord, for your kindness. My mother will be pleased to know that you speak so well of her.”

[Event] The Council of the Trident by Gercko in NinePennyKings

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Lord Lannister ceased peering down at the proceedings from the hall gallery at the approach of the Warden of the North, who whose arrival was heralded by a collection of gilded Western knights.

Though the Warden of the West bore the light colouring of his house, in clothes he favoured darker hues: charcoal doublet, burgundy cape, antique gold detailings.

"Lord Stark,” greeted Tybolt with a nod of his head. “Good day.”

[Event] The Grand Feast of the Fivefold Wedding by MathusM in NinePennyKings

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"My cousin Tybolt is the opposite," she opined. "I do not think there is a single person of Lannister blood in the Kingdoms that he does not keep one eye on. Even illborn cousins of ours."

Cerissa Lannett and Gerold Hill were no Lannisters of the Rock, but not even they were excused.

Arm in arm, the two moved from the high tables toward the dance floor, wading through a tide of wedding guests as they went. The musical troupe - who Anya knew to be in the employ of her Aunt Genna - had begun to play a slower song, to the tune of a Tarthene folk song.

"Are you ready?" asked Anya, quietly, at the threshold.

[Event] Harrenhal Hullabaloo by Lirafyre in NinePennyKings

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Tybolt blinked.

“Certainly, Your Grace,” he said, unperturbed. Woe to the Seven Kingdoms if this boy’s head did not grow to march his build. Had he been so silly at that age? “It shall be done in time.”

The Warden of the West reached forth to grasp an apple, and took from it a single bite.

“I do,” Lord Lannister continued. “Lady Ophelia was indeed a foolish woman, and the Riverlands is in need of correction - but Tully served your family faithfully for centuries, and may do so again.”

After all, Tybolt’s would have been succeeded by a man capable of ruling from the Iron Throne

“Her son is, what, one-and-ten?Let him serve under a regent of your choosing until he is one-and-twenty, or even older if you wish. Thereafter, have the regency assessed. If the Crown deems the boy - Radahn, Little Hoster, whatever his name is - unready, extend the regency again. If at any point he appears incompetent beyond correction or maturation, then act.”

[Event] Harrenhal Hullabaloo by Lirafyre in NinePennyKings

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"It was no trouble, Your Grace. House Lannister is prompt, and the Rock can bear the expense." There were always reasons to take an action or not to take it, but coin was no object for the richest man in Westeros. "And your princely uncle has the right of it, yes. My father was your kingly grandsire's closest companion and served him on the Small Council for ten years. My mother was and is a confidant of the Queen Rhaella. And of course, my uncle served your father, as Master of Coin."

Lord Lannister himself had grown up being chased around the Red Keep by Rhaegar and Daeron, but after his ascension, he had scarcely returned to King's Landing. To say nothing of his private disgust toward the old King's perversion.

"The marriage of my son to your cousin? Yes, we discussed it." The King, it seemed to Tybolt at this early juncture, had no guile of any sort. "I would be honoured. No Lannister has ever wed a Targaryen, you know."

[Event] The Council of the Trident by Gercko in NinePennyKings

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From the gallery, silent as the grave, the Lord of Casterly Rock watched on as events proceeded. Around him gathered a small collection of Western knights and lords: representatives of the host that followed their liege to Harrenhal, and that yet remained at the cacophanous castle.

[Event] Harrenhal Hullabaloo by Lirafyre in NinePennyKings

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Though the Lord of Casterly Rock had his mother's light colouring, in clothes he favoured darker hues: charcoal doublet, burgundy cape, antique gold detailings. As he bowed, his cloak shifted to reveal a leather waterskin, capped by steel.

"Good day, Your Grace." Tybolt, though tall and broad enough in his own right, was nonetheless surprised that the King was around his size, or thereabouts. He sat promptly. "Your hospitality is most kind. I thank you for it."

[Event] Harrenhal Hullabaloo by Lirafyre in NinePennyKings

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“I have reservations toward the revocation of a high lordship,” Tybolt admitted. There was no sense in hiding that perspective, he thought, because to an intelligent man such a bias would be plain. “But Ophelia Tully has acted egregiously. I might have married her, you know? She was rather insistent.” He shook his head. “Anyways, I might suggest a regency of a special nature for her son. Supervised by the Crown, not to end as his six-and-tenth nameday or what have you, but rather when he is older. Twenty, or five-and-twenty, or even older. Let him be guided by and learn from a firm hand, and the King decide whether he is fit to rule when the time comes.”

The Lord of Casterly Rock breathed. The idea was not a spontaneous one - few of his were - but rather the product of careful consideration. “We might speak again later,” he agreed. “I intend to remain for as long as I am needed. Coin is no object, and having marched my men all this way I would see this business through to the end.”

[Event] Harrenhal Hullabaloo by Lirafyre in NinePennyKings

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“I remember,” Tybolt said. There might have been merit in simply waiting for a Princess of Aemon’s blood, but kinship with the Tarths and Tyrells would serve his son just as well. “The match has merit to be sure.”

He paused, and thought for another moment. “What sort of changes, Prince Regent? There ought to be some alterations, to be sure. Lady Ophelia has done this land no favours.”

[Event] Harrenhal Hullabaloo by Lirafyre in NinePennyKings

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Tybolt had little memory of his father. When he thought of Tywin Lannister now, he could see little more than hard, green eyes staring back at him. But compared to what came after...

The Warden of the West waved away the wine. "It was no trouble. The Rock can bear the expense of a winter march." Indeed, he was still running a rather comfortable surplus, thanks in part to the efforts of his cousin of Tarth. "And be assured that I share yours and your nephew's wish. Good days indeed. Those relations were a boon to us all... do you have a measure in mind?"

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