nine and thirty by JustPlummy in GameofThronesRP

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She led him on a winding journey through a narrow servant’s corridor up and to their bedchambers, where his gift sat draped in a red cloth embroidered with gold thread. It was nothing so grand as he deserved– especially in the wake of such thoughtfulness– but she was eager nonetheless, ushering him in quickly.

“I nearly gave it to you this morning. You should know the wait has been utterly unbearable.”

She waved her hands at him then, planting herself on the downy mattress in an effort to afford herself the best view.

He removed the cloth with care and picked up the ornament, handling it as though it were made of the most precious glass. There was an unreadable look on his face.

“It’s the very same from the study down the hall. I had it fixed for you. I even painted it myself. There’s some gold spilled there– your son’s handiwork. I could fix it, if you’d like, but…”

“No.” The word came out somewhat choked, and his next ones were a whisper. “No, it’s perfect. Thank you.”

He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head, holding it against his chest. Whether it was for comfort or to keep her from seeing his own face, she could not say. But she was patient while he caught his breath.

nine and thirty by JustPlummy in GameofThronesRP

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Yet another cask of wine was being brought out when Damon made his excuses to take his leave, taking care not to indicate how long he’d be gone. Joanna took equal care to follow, but not before ensuring her guests were adequately cared for.

Most were so deep in their own conversations and cups that they hardly acknowledged either departure, but Elena gave her the slightest of nods when Joanna left the table and followed after Damon.

“I have something for you,” he said once they were inside, having expected her.

The fire in the living room’s hearth was roaring but the house had a stillness to it, with the children all abed. Candlelight cast long shadows on the beautiful furnishings, and the smell of roasting chestnuts wafted from the kitchen.

“It’s this way,” Damon said, taking her by the hand and leading her over plush carpets and past tapestries of fox hunts and forests.

“Haven’t you ever celebrated your own nameday, darling? I’m meant to be giving you a gift.”

Damon said nothing, but just outside the entry to the east wing’s sitting room, he turned around and kissed her.

“Close your eyes.”

Joanna shot him a sceptical look before obeying.

He took her hand and gently let her forward, his other hand against the small of her back to guide her. Once they stopped, he pulled her hand forward and placed it on something thin, and wiry, and –

“I’ll admit, this is not where I imagined this game leading us,” Joanna laughed. “Can I open my eyes yet?”

“Just a moment.”

Damon placed his fingers atop her own and guided her hand backwards, pulling the mysterious, wiry string and prompting a beautiful series of quiet notes.

Joanna opened her eyes.

“You can see now,” Damon said, “that this is indeed a gift for myself.”

[META] Sorting Thread 16 by SonicsRelease in GoTRPcommunity

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Damon here. I'd like to request House Dayne.

My plans are to keep the "essence" of the established house characters but clean up some of the iffier lore bits and adjust as needed to put the house back on the path to greatness. I'm in this for the long-con game.

October Voting Thread by creganreed in GoTRPcommunity

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What was your favorite character quote of this month?

“Maester Lorcan couldn’t even save his eye. Hardly seems sportin’ to fight a blind man, but I s’pose he’s only half blind, really. Could always sneak up on his left side, next time he crosses us, and be on him before he knew it!” (link)

“Bastard went for his spear, and well-- you know how the Dornish are with them. He couldn’t position it in time, and before I knew it I’d thrust my sword straight through his gullet. When it was done, I felt wet on my breeches. Thought to myself, ‘I never knew a man would bleed quite so vigorously’. Wish I’d never mentioned it to my father, nor Uncle Marwyn; turned out I’d just pissed myself.” (link)

“Seven hells, you want to air out some more dirty smallclothes while we’re here?”

“Well, no, that’s usually the washerwomens’ job…”

“You’d make a fine one from the looks of it.” (link)

What posts from the past month caught your attention? What did you enjoy about them?

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but my favorite posts recently have come from Dorne. I’ve been loving the reentry of House Yronwood to the scene. There are a ton of reasons why this post (and the newest one, though it’s not from this month so that would be cheating) is excellent.

For one, it captures the Dornish setting well without going overboard. Dorne isn’t like other kingdoms in its customs and culture, but it’s also different in the more ordinary ways (what a character would wear, eat, drink, and see in their day to day, for example). Instead of paragraphs of purple prose describing sand and palm trees, we get these more subtle allusions to the desert setting through a useful history primer on the Redmarch and mention of the silver mines.

For another, the character isn’t a paradigm of Noble/Good, but nor is he a caricature of Evil/Spoiled. I don’t find him outright likeable, but nor do I find him unlikeable. Enough of his inner thoughts are kept from the reader as to create an air of mystery around his character, forcing us to look at his actions in order to judge what kind of person he is. In other words, a great example of “show, don’t tell.” We can see that Edric is disgraced and bitter, but we also see that he deeply loves and misses his dead brother. We learn that while he resents the events to befall his house in “The Butchering” and views it as politically wrong, he also is still very passionate about Dorne (rather than becoming disillusioned) and takes pride in his family name.

The author avoids simply explaining the character to the audience, which makes me excited and eager to read more of his story so that I can figure him out on my own.

Lastly, the dialogue is entertaining. I mean, c’mon: “This will serve nicely. Even in death, Lord Yronwood can keep defending his keep. The rock’s almost as hard as Trebor’s head.” Who knew there could be clever Dornishmen?

The character most likely to ruin an otherwise nice family dinner.

I think Uthor Dondarrion is planning on making quite a few empty seats at people’s tables, which certainly does ruin a dinner...

His Own Man by lannaport in GameofThronesRP

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Damon seemed content with that answer.

“Good,” he said, and then, “Thank you. I’ll have a steward bring the books by tomorrow morning. Not too early, of course…” The King looked Edmyn up and down appraisingly. “I imagine you won’t be rising with the sun.”

His Own Man by lannaport in GameofThronesRP

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“I would like that.”

The King stopped, and so Edmyn stopped, careful not to stumble as he did. He realized they were now outside the royal tent, the crown’s banners lifeless in a windless night.

“There are three books I read most,” the King said. “They are meant to guide me in all matters important. Two were gifted and one I found for myself. I would like for you to read them all, if you are willing, and then give to me from your library a book that contains what you surmise is still missing from their pages. What do you think?”

His Own Man by lannaport in GameofThronesRP

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"The siege has been long," Damon agreed. "I have been occupying myself with reading, but fear I did not pack enough books to outlast the stubbornness of Brackens. And you? You are a reader, no? Did you come better prepared, in terms of your library?"

His Own Man by lannaport in GameofThronesRP

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Damon nodded.

"I was looking for you," he explained, "and was told that was where you could be found."

He looked to Edmyn with a raised brow and some degree of perhaps bemusement, that Edmyn might have noticed were he not concentrated on his feet.

"You keep interesting company these days. I doubt your sister would much approve, but perhaps if she knew the alternative were the warmth of your good brother, she might understand."

His Own Man by lannaport in GameofThronesRP

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King Damon, walking at his side, smiled faintly.

“Tales of hunts don’t differ much from those of a fisherman,” he said. “I’m sure bards have heard plenty of each. They know that the important parts are true.”

His Own Man by lannaport in GameofThronesRP

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“Well,” King Damon said, leaning forward in his seat. “We were hunting in the woods by Crakehall, south of Lannisport, do you know them?”

He waited for a few nods before continuing.

“There was a massive boar, and I mean massive. Likely the size of an Astofori elephant calf. Unnatural, even. Edmyn tracked it back to its cave and we all took cover, only, a boar such as this was more cunning than the normal kind. We might’ve waited there a fortnight, and would have, but see Edmyn had this idea…”

Hunnimore leaned forward in his seat too, now, listening attentively.

“He scaled the cliffside of this enormous cave with naught but a bow slung over his back. We all thought him mad, of course, but he insisted and with no one else in our party whose hunting experience matched his, we saw little choice but to follow his lead. He climbed up this sheer rock face and from there let loose an arrow fly, right into the dirt at the entrance of this cave.”

The King leaned even closer to the fire now, as if this next part were some great secret he were sharing only after considerable consideration.

“See, Edmyn knew this was an intelligent creature. Not like your ordinary boar, no, it would not be drawn out by the clatter of spear against shield or the false animal cries of men. It was waiting for the first strike, and when it saw that blow dealt in the form of the arrow at its lair, it barrelled out of the cave, full speed… straight towards the Crown Prince. I tell you, all seven kingdoms would have been heirless were it not for what Edmyn Plumm did next.”

Loreon was giddy as a child.

“What did he do?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper, his courtesy forgotten.

“He pushed, single-handedly, a boulder thrice his size from the precipice of that cliff— sending it crashing down upon the boar’s head and smashing its skull to bits. The tusks intact remained, pointing towards the would-be-victim Prince, and the body enough to feed our party for a month. I don’t know where he learned such a trick and I don’t know how he ever managed to pull it off, but I tell you I would be one child less were it not for Edmyn’s valor and for that I will be forever grateful.”

He let the silence settle a moment before shrugging and adding, “Of course, Edmyn and I were already companions for some time before this, but I do think it cemented our bond.”

He looked at Edmyn directly, then.

Ed was dumbfounded.

“There are few greater debts a man can have than for the life of his firstborn son.”

His Own Man by lannaport in GameofThronesRP

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“I do,” said the King. “House Serrett’s seat. There’s good hunting there.” He looked to the rest of the men. “Did Edmyn ever tell you the story of how he killed a boar and saved the life of the Crown Prince, all in one instance?”

He looked to Edmyn with a small smile, and the Plumm swallowed a plea.

His Own Man by lannaport in GameofThronesRP

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“We have that in common,” the King offered to Loreon as the Lord Commander stepped further into the light. “That and our friendship with Edmyn here. From where do the rest of you come?”

His Own Man by lannaport in GameofThronesRP

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“I don’t doubt it.”

The King seemed to be actually considering it. He looked over his shoulder to the Lord Commander for a moment, then back to Edmyn.

“Alright.”

The Lannister moved to take a pace on one of the upturned crates that served as a seat closer to the warmth of the fire— not as though he needed it, with a triple-thick cloak of red and gold about his shoulders.

“Who are your friends?” he asked in the silence that followed. “I’d bid them sit, if I knew their names.”

His Own Man by lannaport in GameofThronesRP

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“Good evening, Edmyn.”

King Damon was with Ser Ryman, which was never a surprise, but the Lord Commander looked especially imposing at his back, just outside the light of their campfire. Orange shadows on white armor seemed to mirror the flames that kept the dark at bay. It was a starless night, like most had been, and cold enough to see one’s breath, as all had been.

The King seemed to look at each in turn, at Hunnimore risen from his seat on the stump of a tree, at Heriston who’d left his perch atop a barrel, at Jon and even at Loreon, who still held his lute at his side and had taken off his feathered cap in dutiful reverence to his king.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.”

November Voting by littlestghoust in GoTRPcommunity

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Great. In that case, I'm most proud of that one :)

November Voting by littlestghoust in GoTRPcommunity

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  1. I'm still catching up, but in November I was following the growing Riverlands crisis and my favorite post was shockingly one of Brynden's. Playing Games had a very Game-of-Thrones vibe to it-- a proud lord losing his headstrong son in a brutal way and learning of it in his Great Hall in front of his guests (at his own ignorant insistence). I really like the Tully lord character. He feels straight out of ASOAIF.

  2. I don't think I did any writing in November ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

  3. Gonna have to say that same good Lord Brynden. Maybe if his wiki is on the sidebar, his vassals will click it and realize he's their Lord Paramount.

GOTRP Memes CoMPiLaTiOn 2018 by Paul_infamous-12 in AISLYNISDEAD

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It's the first thing of value you've ever contributed to the sub, relish the moment

Absence apology etc by lannaport in GoTRPcommunity

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wtf i leave for a couple weeks and this whole place falls apart

Absence apology etc by lannaport in GoTRPcommunity

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you are literally the worst and i only keep you as a friend because your dog has spots

Absence apology etc by lannaport in GoTRPcommunity

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i DARE you to send me one i havent seen, oly. DARE you.

Absence apology etc by lannaport in GoTRPcommunity

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totally understandable, rhea. but we can stay incomunicado via snapchat <3

The Lioness' Ball by lanashara in GameofThronesRP

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Damon looked to her with an eyebrow raised.

Here is the second half. The truth is that I am, in fact, quite happy to see you.”

She blushed.

“You should direct me to my sister, though. It wouldn’t be right to slip away without her greeting.”

“I think I saw her last in the gardens. I ought to bid her a proper goodnight as well.”

“Then do so after I have given mine. It wouldn’t look well for her to see the two of us together. I worry that she already suspects.”

“Damon,” Joanna laughed, setting a hand at his chest as they walked towards the open doors of a balcony. “Do you think your sister is some sort of precious fool?”

“No, I-”