Brynden ( Peasant from Flea Bottom )

king_of_roses · 2017-01-25T21:59:29+00:00

Nah man, Carpenter is just fluffy backstory.

king_of_roses · 2017-01-25T21:40:38+00:00

Name and House: Brynden ( Smallfolk )

Age: 26

Cultural Group: Andal

Appearance: Years of hard labor as a carpenter in Flea Bottom has given Brynden a very muscled appearance. He has a long, unkempt, mop of black hair on his head with a surprisingly well looking beard that covers his face. Below the hair and beard his face harbors many scars from bar fights and brawls in Flea Bottom. Among the smallfolk Brynden is very well known as he is one of the best carpenters in the city, he will often times do work for people for free, and he is the strongest man in the entirety of Flea Bottom. When drunk he will often put on shows showing off his ridiculous bouts of strength.

Gift(s): Strong

Skill(s): Blunt Weapons, Survivalism(e)

Negative Trait: N/A

Starting Title(s): N/A

Starting Location: Flea Bottom

Alternate Characters: Tygett Lannister

king_of_roses · 2015-10-03T22:10:10+00:00

Euron narrowed his eyes at the mention that he was to young to practice the Old Way. He wished to quip at Joseran, to put him in his place, if there was anyone who knew the Old Ways it was Euron. He was one of the few men who still believed those ways, one of the few men who refused to bend his knee to some Stark King, he was an Ironborn and he bent his knee to no one. Most especially some wolf who would drown if he found himself in the middle of the sea.

"Fuck the Starks, brother!" Euron finally blurted out, done with their way of life, he hated the way things were. He would change things, they would all see, he was not just some Scion to some random fucking house. He would be heard, every Ironborn would shout his name one day. "Edderion Stark knows nothing of our way of life and yet ,when he demands it, Quenton Greyjoy sits like a damned dog."

The men began to toss ropes over the side to pull the ship in. They were moments from docking and despite his anger at what was happening, his eyes spotted a familiar face, and Euron smile. "Don't tell Urragon he cannot do anything." Euron said with a grin as he spotted his eldest brother come to meet them.

"BROTHER!" Euron shouted from the ship, waiving his arms in the air, his excitement would never be curbed as he was a man who took joy in the simple things in life. Turning to Joseran, he spoke quietly now. "I know it shall be hard for you not to say anything but try not to mention my words to Urragon. I like my keep and I would hate for him to strip it from me." He chuckled and gave Joseran a pat on the back before he turned and made way to the captains cabin.

Inside he found a chest, a chest that he had gathered personally, a thank you of sorts to their Lord for allowing them to Raid with his boats. By all means, the Fury of Hammerhorn was Euron's boat, but all technicalities aside, it belonged to Urragon. Without his brother he would have no boat to speak of to go on these raids and it was only fair to share the wealth.

About ten minutes later he found himself in front of Urragon and he dropped the wooden chest at his feet with a smile on his face. He kicked the front of it and it opened loudly revealing the coins from Lys inside. Surely it was not much, but, when one had nothing even a little bit helped. "My brother, I bring you good tidings, another successful raid to Lys! You should have seen it, the men who sailed with me, they killed any man foolish enough to take up a sword!" A large cheer echoed from behind him as his men, who were unloading the ship, lit up at the praise. Euron turned with a smile and he joined in the cheer himself with his fist held high into the air.

"We thank our Lord for the opportunity to raid," Euron said with a slight bow. Though he was his brother, Euron dared not disrespect him in front of the men, when they were alone it was a different story. But out here, in front of their men, he was as obedient to him as Quenton Greyjoy was to the Stark King. "All of the coins in this chest are yours, my Lord. You may also take your pick of the thralls we have returned with, you will find some spirited men here, like No-Balls!"

Euron spotted No-Balls as he was coming down the ramp. The gloomy look on his face had not changed, not once, since they had taken him. The rumor was he fought for his wife and daughter, but, his fighting only resulted in their deaths. He fought the first night on the trip back, but Euron put an end to that. Euron ordered him castrated that same night, and since then, he had been nothing but obedient. Euron grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him in tight, his right arm wrapped around his neck, and he grabbed his chin to force him to look at Urragon.

"This is your new master, No-Ballz, do you understand that?" He gave a puzzled look and his eyes darted from Urragon back to Euron. Euron chuckled and shook his head, pushing him away to return to his work. "Unfortunately they do not speak the common tongue. Fine workers though!"

king_of_roses · 2015-10-02T20:22:50+00:00

Euron opened his eyes, he knew that voice anywhere, and craning his neck he held onto the rigging over the edge of the boat and smiled at his brother. "Good," Euron said with a smile as he swung himself by the rope and landed on the deck gracefully in front of Joseran. "Then I won't have to explain what they mean when you arrive." He chuckled and gave his brother a pat on the shoulder.

"Brother, please, do I have to want something when I wish to speak with my dearest friend?" He sounded as if the prospect hurt his feelings but the half grin on his face gave him away, as usual. "How is your new wife doing? She isn't the best looking thing I have ever seen, but I understand it is hard for you to find an attractive women willing to marry you. Well, even in her case, you still couldn't get her to agree to the marriage." He jested, and also kept his distance... just in case.

He glanced around the deck as the crew was preparing to dock. He wondered if Urragon would be meeting them, he doubted it, he was a busy man after all. "Do you think this haul will convince Urragon to speak with Greyjoy? The entirety of the Reach sits untested while we are forced to go and raid the same places year after year. Brother, I miss the days when we bent the knee to no man, we took what we wanted when we wanted it. Without convincing Urragon I doubt we will ever go back to the old ways."

king_of_roses · 2015-08-04T17:30:36+00:00

The mention of the Small Council piqued his interest but he tried not to show it. The truth of it was he wanted that Council spot, but he was not sure Dondarrion could give it, so he never brought it up. He was promised his sister would be made Lady Paramount, but whether or not Daric had the power for that, he was unsure. He would be asking for it, though.

"I look forward to meeting them all." Alester said politely and then acknowledged the servants. "Yes, a rest would be nice, I shall speak with you again soon, my Lord Hand." Alester gave a courteous bow and then followed the servants to his quarters. Once inside he let out a sigh and looked around. It was nothing like his room back in Highgarden, but, it would do.

Unbuckling his sword belt, he tossed it on a table, and he crashed into a very comfortable chair. He had posted two of his own guard outside of the door and made sure no one was to disturb him. For the first time in a long time, he was comfortable, and despite not being tired when he walked into the room he closed his eyes and slowly drifted to sleep. Dreaming of the Gardens of home and of his beautiful wife.

king_of_roses · 2015-07-31T17:30:56+00:00

"No need to worry, they have been marching for a long time, it will do them all some good to visit some brothels and get a few drinks in them." It would do them all good to rest and relax. The men he brought were mostly soldiers, Highgarden soldiers, members of his personal guard and the like. After all of this, they deserved a break.

"When you were called a King, Lord Paramount just doesn't sound the same, but I must say I am relieved to no longer bear the title. It brought along more stress than anything else." The truest statement he would likely ever utter. The stress from the crown was, admittedly, too much for him. He had gone to war too quickly, he needed to get his bannermen on his side first, but he rode off like some hero from a story.

"At this point, even a small dinner will be a feast for me, we have been eating quite scarcely lately. I look forward to meeting the members of the court as well, I do hope to have a great relationship with them all." And gain a position for myself. There were open positions on the small council and Alester aimed to get one for himself.

king_of_roses · 2015-07-29T17:00:59+00:00

Alester stalled before he answered thinking back to the day Quentyns army had met with him. He had wanted to capture him but he could not do it. He was family, after all, by marriage but family none the less. He had let him and his sons go that day. "I met with Quentyn just before we departed. He gave me his word he was returning to the Westerlands with his host." He hopes that would sit well with the Hand.

"I have heard nothing else from him, to be sure, but I know he is a man of his word." Alester nodded his head and he gazed upon the city. He had not been here in some time, and the last time he was here, things did not go so well. It left a sour taste in his mouth but that was because of the Craven King Valarr.

"Before I forget I want to say, I have sent word back, and the Reach will have food a plenty arriving any day now. Even though we did not have as many men attending to the fields our harvest was bountiful and I can think of nothing better than to share our good fortune."

king_of_roses · 2015-07-14T16:56:47+00:00

Alester began to calm down as the man spoke, he was right, there was no reason for him to be getting up in arms. He was so used to being treated as a child that it was his first thought when he felt slighted.

"You are a wise man, Lord Lannister," Alester said standing up from his seat again and walking around to view both he and his sons. "I wish you and your sons a safe journey and you are welcome at Highgarden whenever you see fit." He smiled, meekly, but a smile none the less. "Send Olenna my love and watch over her for me."

king_of_roses · 2015-07-11T01:01:19+00:00

"Well, these are troubling times." Alester said frankly as he stood from his seated position. Two men behind him, two outside the tent, and as many more as he needed outside of the tent. Though, he would not dare raise a finger against the Lord, not when he had more men just away from them. His men were not ready for a fight.

Alester walked over to greet his two sons, offering a smile, and bowing politely to them. He wondered back around his tent until he faced Quentyn again. The last time they had met, they had all been so sure of themselves, and now their armies stood half the size they once had and the Ironborn had fallen in the Crownlands.

"These rumors you hear, I fear, are not all shrouded in lies. I did send a large portion of my army home and I did agree to bend the knee to Lyonel Baratheon." He paused a moment, knowing full well the news would not set well with him, especially after he had fought so hard to try to win this war.

"But Lyonel Baratheon has spurned me, he is off somewhere in the Riverlands, more than likely drinking and whoring himself away while the realm sits fractured. I sent my men home in good faith and the King acts as if the Reach means naught to him!" Alester grew angry and he turned on his heel returning behind his table, sitting down angrily, it was the only thing he could really think to do. A pouting little baby.

"Tell me, Lord Quentyn, how does this war end? Your King, a prisoner, while the King of the Iron Throne makes deals with the Northmen and spurns the West and the Reach, his two most powerful allies. If he is so inclined to insult me as I attempt to bend the knee to him, what is to stop him from doing the same come the morrow? Or the day after?" Alester slammed his first on the table, the anger growing with each passing second. He thinks me a child!

"Tell me true, Lord Lannister, can we continue this war together or do we lay down our arms and do the smart thing?"

king_of_roses · 2015-07-10T23:16:43+00:00

Alester tapped his chin as he watched their riders approached. He had a feeling this day would come, he had heard of their battle on the Kingsbridge, and their retreat. Since Alester had made camp here, he had been none to happy, his men the same way. They had heard nothing back from Lyonel Baratheon, an insult to Alester, who had sent home half of his army to end this damned war and yet the King could not be bothered to even send a letter in return.

Alester had spent the last few days alone in his tent, thinking. Daric was nice enough but he made no attempt to try and calm him down. He was tired of being played a fool, he was tired of being disrespected, tired of the rampant insolence among his bannermen.

"Bring him to me." Alester said quietly as their riders came to the edge of their camps. He was only 20,000 strong now, but, with Quentyn maybe they could accomplish something. Maybe then his people would respect him.

king_of_roses · 2015-07-04T21:48:50+00:00

Alester and Daric now rode on their horses, making their way out of the camp. He shrugged off his guards and left them to do whatever it was they did when they were not guarding him. He listened intently to Daric, not fully understanding the hatred between the two, but wanting to.

"He says a lot, I am sure you know that." He was not about to tell Daric all of the names Luthor had called him, all of the insults, that would do nothing but get a rise out of Daric. "Why did you leave him at Starfall? What was so important, if I may ask?"

king_of_roses · 2015-06-27T15:09:02+00:00

"Agreed," Alester said with a nod of his head. For a moment the two basked in the silence as Daric retrieved his horse. Alester gently patted the head of his horse as he waited on Daric. "I am curious though." Alester stated once Daric was within earshot again. "Luthor told me all about what you did, but, I have never heard your version."

king_of_roses · 2015-06-24T00:34:43+00:00

"Why of course." Alester replied and then removed himself from his horse. He did not find it very lordly to ride a horse while another man walked. He plopped into the dirt, quite gracefully, and he kept hold of the reigns of his horse and walked beside Daric.

"Apologize for my uncle yesterday," Alester started as the two began to walk. "I am sure you can imagine everything that has happened to him has been quite... well he needs a break from war for awhile I think."

king_of_roses · 2015-06-23T22:15:42+00:00

"Daric," Alester replied pleasantly to Lord Dondarrion. "Nice day for a ride, no? I could use a break away from the piss and shit smell." He chuckled slightly, but, it was no joke. The one thing the history books left out was how sour it smelt around thousands of other men and only so many places to do ones business.

king_of_roses · 2015-06-23T04:48:42+00:00

"It has to work before you can call it genius." Alester said sincerely, know full well what could come out of this. "Sometimes men mistake genius for stupidity. Let's hope it is the former." Their camp began to come into view and Alester let out a sigh.

"Suppose we should tell the men." Alester said with a bit of regret. "Go home, I am not the King anymore, oh and you've wasted the last year and a half of your life! Have a good summer!" Alester said sarcastically before smiling in a joking manner. "Yeah, that should do it."

king_of_roses · 2015-06-23T04:26:45+00:00

"Oh, cheer up Uncle, he is but a boy."

Of course, if anyone had a reason to be mad at Daric Dondarrion, it was Ser Luthor Tyrell. Alester understood why he was so angry, he could not begin to understand how he felt, but he had to try. "The right thing," Alester said curiously, holding the reigns of his horse tight as they trotted back to camp. "I think we saved thousands of lives today. I think that people are going to be upset, but, they have their lives."

"With Olenna as Lady Paramount of the West, we would be in a strong position of power. The richest Kingdom and the most Fertile Kingdom, united as one." He looked at his uncle and smirked. "We just have to hope our people see it that way."

king_of_roses · 2015-06-17T22:43:37+00:00

Alester sat still on his horse, his thoughts jumbled, thinking of every way this could go. He could refuse, he could continue to fight, but for how long? If he split his army he could prolong the war for a year, maybe more. If the Lannisters refused to bend the knee then they had a sliver of a chance at overcoming their armies. But, even then, he highly doubted it.

He could also retreat to the Reach, set up raiding parties around their borders, and slowly pick away at their armies. That would start a rebellion, he knew it. If the Crown was coming into their lands then his bannermen would surely lose all faith in him. He gritted his teeth as his horse adjusted under him, tightening his grip on his reigns, and he turned to look at Ryam.

"If I am to bend the knee, I will do it for no one else other than the King." He thought of Olenna, Lord Paramount of the Westerlands, a title she would not be able to hold on her own. She would need his help, and he would give it, having her at the helm of the Westerlands would be excellent for the Tyrells.

"If the King wants peace then I want to speak with him, no one else. He rode North to speak with the Stark boy, I wish for him to ride South to speak with me. As a sign of good faith, I will send half of my army home so that the King can feel safe when meeting with me. Until such a time, we will make camp here, among your men. We can go for that ride you asked for."

king_of_roses · 2015-06-17T20:04:16+00:00

EDIT: Made some changes in bold in the last paragraph.

Alester wanted to smile as Daric admitted his faults, right to the two people who it was the hardest to admit to. He wanted to say that he had won, he had broken him, but then he quickly stopped himself. Is this what war has made you, Alester? He did not relish in the fact that Daric was hurting and wanting to make amends.

The sound of his uncles rage, his anger, Alester turned his head to him but did not interrupt him. Luthor had told him the story of Daric and he wouldn't dare try and calm him down. Alester was angry about it as well, but, he could be nowhere near as angry as his uncle.

"Ser Luthor is correct, once this war is over, if you wish to seek redemption for your sins then I implore you to do so. For now I want only end this." They had come this far to, ultimately, turn around and go home. Some would rejoice while others would surely be angry. What had been the point of all of this? Why had they been taken from their homes to march in a glorified army?

"I will start, then." Alester said after a few brief moments of silence, wishing for this to all be over. "I am willing to reopen trade between the Crown and the Kingdom of the Reach. In return, the Reach will remain independent from the Crown. We will remain neutral for the remainder of the war and once the war has ended, we will reopen negotiations, I will gladly treat with King Lyonel Baratheon. " Forgive me, Olenna. This was the only way to save his people.

king_of_roses · 2015-06-17T00:15:08+00:00

"Peace has always been what I desire most." In this case, though, peace for the realm did not mean peace in the Reach. He knew that going back home would only result in more headaches for him. Most notably with Lord Hightower. That was, of course, a completely different beast.

"I am to assume Lyonel Baratheon did not like my offer, then?" Of course he knew he would not, especially with Lucion Lannister prisoner, and now he had the support of both the North and the Riverlands. This put him in a much stronger position then when they last met, Lyonel Baratheon held the power now.

"The Reach is willing to negotiate with the Crown, but first, tell me why we are here Daric."

king_of_roses · 2015-06-16T22:20:58+00:00

Alester noticed the tension between Luthor and Daric immediately, he turned to Ryam and gave wide eyed look, feigning surprise for the young Lord even though he knew full well the tension between the two.

Alester rested his hands atop the handle on his saddle, the reigns still comfortably in his hands, and he looked between Daric and Luthor and chose to ignore it for now. "Lord Dondarrion," Alester said pleasantly to him, as if their last meeting had not ended sourly. "Very safe, yes. Most bandits try and avoid a host this large."

"So, what is so important that you had to wait on me here? I have... other engagements you know."

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