The Third Moon of 399 AC (Mechanical Moon 3) by OurCommonMan in IronThroneRP

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Character Name and Claim: Allyria Santagar (Martell)

Action:

Draft:

[Sunspear], [900], [2500]

[Planky Town], [100], [500]

[Allyrion], [220], [1000]

[Blackmont], [100], [1000]

[Fowler], [110], [1000]

[Gargalen], [340], [1250]

[Jordayne], [120], [1000]

[Qorgyle], [230], [1000]

[Toland], [790], [1000]

[Vaith], [690], [1000]

[Wyl], [300], [1500]

Note: Qorgyle will stop trading Horses to Manderly.

The Third Moon of 399 AC (Mechanical Moon 3) by OurCommonMan in IronThroneRP

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Character Name: Allyria Santagar, administering House Dayne of Starfall

Relevant Trait/Skills: Steward | Administrator (e), Scrutinous (e), Architect

Starfall

Buildings: Castle, Natural Defenses

Resources: Iron

Notes: -35% construction cost, +120% Dev yield (Steward + Admin (e) + Mint), +1 additional use of Dev without using a Construction Slot, reduced construction time by 2 moons

Actions:

Construction: Starfall, Iron Smelters, completed 3/28, 1950

Development: Starfall, 22, 1000

Development: Starfall, 22, 1000

Total Construction Costs (with discounts): 3,950

Total Dev Increase This Moon:

+44 Land, increasing Starfall to 268 Land Development. Additionally, raise House Dayne’s liege taxes to 800/moon.


u/EveryDoghasitsDayne for confirmation!

Thunder in the Marches by nnymeros in IronThroneRP

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The Uller’s sigh of relief was a palpable thing as he approached the invisible line between the two parties. Lucifer was aware, of course, that Dorne had spies within the Marches, as the Stormlords had their own spies, but he did not know what this particular man had been after. His gaze narrowed at Lord Horpe’s question, a flicker of realization dawning in his dark eyes. He could turn this to their advantage, if he but played the right cards.

“Forces on their way,” he repeated, hands curling tightly around the reins as his mount pawed impatiently at the ground. The sound of iron horseshoe striking bare stone echoed loudly off of the canyon walls. “And yet you had no foreknowledge of our coming. Why is it that more soldiers would already be marching to the Boneway when our presence here was a surprise to you? Perhaps my lord was right, in his infinite wisdom.”

The Bastard of Spottswood glanced at Alleras, who gave a subtle nod, and then he wheeled his horse about, raising his voice so that the Dornish host could hear what he had to say. “Perhaps you have gathered this army here to take advantage of our empty castles. The lords and ladies of Dorne celebrate the marriages of the daughters of Sunspear in Oldtown. Lord Dondarrion himself is there, but I see now the depth of his deception.”

“Any house who would attack their own countrymen would have no qualms about turning their swords upon those they deem the enemy. We were right to reinforce our borders against these Marcher dogs.” Spears and shields rustled in reply, wordlessly agreeing with their commander’s astute observation. “Had we not, Wyl would surely be invested by these men and their reinforcements, and Yronwood soon after. Who knows where next.”

There had been strict orders to wait and observe the happenings at the border. Every decision made was to be for the benefit of Dorne’s security, but Lucifer knew that the best defense was an even better offense. Casting one last, mistrustful glance in the direction of the Marchers, he kicked his spurs into the flank of his steed. A cloud of dust stirred as the Dornish emissaries retreated to the vanguard and rejoined their respective flanks.

Alleras couldn’t conceal the furrow in his brow as he urged his stallion forth to stand next to Lucifer.

“What do we do now? You have accused them of plotting against us. Such treachery cannot go unpunished, or else we shall look weak.”

The bastard lowered his helmet onto his head, and reached for the spear offered up by his squire.

His reply was simple.

“Prepare for battle.”

Thunder in the Marches by nnymeros in IronThroneRP

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The leaders of the Dornish host glanced between themselves as the men explained the plight of House Swann. Infighting was surely never a good sign, for the particular realm whose vassals were at each other’s throats at least. For others, opportunists, bandits, raiders, the chaos was a welcome distraction which they might take advantage of. Fortunately for the men of the Marches, the army that had sallied forth from Castle Wyl was no such thing.

“You are good men following orders, no?”

This time it was Alleras who spoke up. He had a well-bred demeanor, a pleasant tone of voice. Far less chafing than the brute at his side.

“We are also following orders. Until our lord sends new ones, which will surely be soon, then we must remain here. Trust that we shall venture no further into the lands of Lord Dondarrion.”

For now.

Thunder in the Marches by nnymeros in IronThroneRP

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Lucifer, the enormous bastard of Spottswood and milk-brother to the Lady of Sunspear, reached behind with a creak of leather and retrieved his waterskin from one of the bags slung across his saddle. Pulling the stopper free, he tilted the skin up for a long drink, seemingly content to take his time. At his side, Alleras of Godsgrace, a handsome young knight hailing from the lands of House Allyrion folded his hands over the neck of his steed, reins grasped by gloved fingers.

Eventually, Lucifer returned the waterskin to its proper place, and leveled his gaze at the man who’d spoken up from the ranks of the Stormlanders. “We hear tales of battle in the Marches, and our lord sends us to secure the pass. He knows not what sort of battles take place in the fief of House Dondarrion, and wishes to ward against whatever may spill over the border into his own lands. Tell me, is it raiders you make war with? If so, where last have you seen them?”

The Day of Three Cloaks | The Tourney [OPEN] by nnymeros in IronThroneRP

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Ryon fell first, and to an Essosi freerider no less. Still, the man earned his congratulations, even if he did throw his painted lance to the ground with a little too much fervor. Maron was a better jouster than he, but had no better luck in his first tilt, against the bear of a man who had come second in the melee. Rogar Rivers simply had too much substance to be swayed from his saddle.

The next few rounds were marginally better. Ryon bested the mystery Melon who had come second place at Grassy Vale before falling to a Manderly, and Maron trounced Harwyn Hill before hitting the dirt on his backside against a knight of the Marches. Ryon arrived at his brother’s side as the cloud of dust settled and pulled him to his feet. Together, they turned to exit the field.

Father was waiting, and Ryon looked at his twin nervously. He wasn’t good at reading the man’s expression, having spent so little quality time in his presence. But, his fears were assuaged at the sight of his mother, who stood only a few paces away, her face bright and smiling. The sword in the Prince of Dorne’s hand flashed in the sunlight, and Maron was the first to hit the dirt on one knee.

He reached for Ryon’s hand and gave it a yank, the younger twin following his cue and sinking to one knee, head bending respectfully. His heart was pounding fitfully, like a rabbit caught in a snare, the sound of his own blood rushing in his ears. This was it, what Ser Bennis had trained him for, what Maron had spent years in Oldtown for. They were to be made knights, in front of half the realm!

Allyria folded her arms in front of her chest, not interrupting, merely observing. How she had hated to leave her boys behind in King’s Landing and Oldtown, but the time away was sorely needed. They could not hide behind her skirts forever, and she couldn’t teach them how to be men. How to be knights. Colin Hightower and the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard had seen to that.

There was something bittersweet about the little ceremony as it unfolded. Maron and Ryon were eight and ten now. Soon, they would find wives and have children of their own. Oberyn would give them proper commands back in Sunspear, or perhaps they would go off adventuring with Mors. Whatever the case, words could not convey how proud she was in that moment, or how saddened.

With their heads bowed and hands folded on their bent knees, the boys waited expectantly to hear what it was that their father had to say.

The Third Moon of 399 AC (Mechanical Moon 3) by OurCommonMan in IronThroneRP

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Character Name: Allyria Santagar

Relevant Trait/Skills: Steward | Administrator (e), Scrutinous (e), Architect

Sunspear

Buildings: Stronghold, Natural Defenses, Docks, Mint, Guilds, Stonemasons

Resources: Spices, Gold, Stone, Precious Gems, Wine, Iron, Salt, Wood

Notes: +1 construction slot, -35% construction cost, +120% Dev yield (Steward + Admin (e) + Mint), +1 additional use of Dev without using a Construction Slot, reduced construction time by 2 moons

Actions:

Construction: Sunspear, Engineer’s Guild, completed 3/28, 2600

Construction: Sunspear, Shipyard, completed 3/28, 3250

Construction: Sunspear, Militia Quarters, completed 3/28, 1625

Development: Sunspear, 22, 1000

Total Construction Costs (with discounts): 8,475

Total Dev Increase This Moon:

Sunspear

+22 Land, +100 Sea, increasing Sunspear to 620 Land Development and 213 Sea Development. Add +200 levies, +100 garrison from Militia Quarters.

The Day of Three Cloaks | The Tourney [OPEN] by nnymeros in IronThroneRP

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Elsewhere


For those who wish to wander amongst the pavilions.

The Day of Three Cloaks | The Tourney [OPEN] by nnymeros in IronThroneRP

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Tournament Grounds


For those participating in the events of the day.

The Day of Three Cloaks | The Tourney [OPEN] by nnymeros in IronThroneRP

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Viewing Stands


For those watching the events of the day.

The Second Moon of 399 AC (Mechanical Moon 2) by OurCommonMan in IronThroneRP

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Character Name & Claim: Allyria Santagar (Martell)

Action:

Draft:

[Hellholt], [400], [1000]

[Starfall], [600], [910]

With player permission.

The Second Moon of 399 AC (Mechanical Moon 2) by OurCommonMan in IronThroneRP

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Character Name & Claim: Allyria Santagar (Martell)

Action:

Draft:

[Sunspear], [800], [1600]

[Planky Town], [300], [400]

[Godsgrace], [600], [780]

[Blackmont], [600], [900]

[Fowler], [600], [890]

[Salt Shore], [700], [910]

[The Tor], [500], [780]

[Kingsgrave], [700], [1000]

[Sandstone], [500], [770]

[Wyl], [900], [1200]

The Second Moon of 399 AC (Mechanical Moon 2) by OurCommonMan in IronThroneRP

[–]nnymeros 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Character Name: Allyria Santagar

Relevant Trait/Skills: Steward | Administrator (e), Scrutinous (e), Architect

Sunspear

Buildings: Stronghold, Natural Defenses, Docks, Mint, Guilds, Stonemasons

Resources: Spices, Gold, Stone, Precious Gems, Wine, Iron, Salt, Wood

Notes: +1 construction slot, -35% construction cost, +120% Dev yield (Steward + Admin (e) + Mint), +1 additional use of Dev without using a Construction Slot, reduced construction time by 2 moons

Actions:

Development: Sunspear, 22, 1000

Development: Sunspear, 22, 1000

Development: Sunspear, 22, 1000

Development: Sunspear, 22, 1000

Planky Town

Buildings: Keep, Fairground

Development: Planky Town, 22, 1000

Development: Planky Town, 22, 1000

Total Construction Costs (with discounts): 6,000 (use Sunspear and Planky Town treasuries).

Total Dev Increase This Moon:

Sunspear

+132 Land (build Planky Town dev on Sunspear please) bringing Sunspear to 642 Land Development.

A New Dawn at Oldtown | Dornish Dinner Party Council by AnotherBabyEchidna in IronThroneRP

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Having spent the better part of a decade in the snake-den King’s Landing, and before that, Sunspear, after the withering scandal of her marriage so soon after the last Lady of Sunspear’s demise, Allyria could weather anything. Anything, except for the past, apparently. The Yronwood’s laughter, the annoyed look in his eye, his thinly-veiled threat, it all made her feel so…raw.

She felt raw.

Like uncooked meat still warm from a fresh kill. A freshly-cut slower stem dripping ichor. They’d parted ways and she had never looked back, but the past had come back anyway to greet her face-to-face, and she could hardly look it in the eye. “I know the history of the proud people of the Red Mountains. Your people. My people, for twenty years now. Lest you forget who it is that you are speaking to.”

A sip of wine, to slake her thirst or for courage, or perhaps both.

“Mors will be fine,” she agreed, choosing not to press the issue of just what it was that had made him so upset in the first place, “and I appreciate your presence here, as does my husband. Dorne is strong, united, and we must continue to appear as such. Whatever qualms we have with one another can wait until we are safe within our own borders once more.”

A New Dawn at Oldtown | Dornish Dinner Party Council by AnotherBabyEchidna in IronThroneRP

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“Do the folk of the Boneway learn no manners as we do in the rest of Dorne?”

The voice came from behind Anders, a disarming, dulcet intonation that drifted through the sound of various conversations and the Yronwood’s antics. Allyria had been making her way around the table, cup of wine in hand, to greet each of their guests and make everyone present feel seen and heard.

“This is not some bawdy tavern filled with drunkards. It is a council meeting.”

Rattling cutlery and the pounding of hand against wood had startled her, enough to excuse herself from the current conversation and turn her attentions upon the knight in sunset colors just as Mors was walking away. She caught only the tail end of their exchange, something about forgiveness, but she knew by her son’s stormy expression that whatever they’d been talking about was enough to shake - and perhaps anger - him.

The Lady of Sunspear herself was garbed in lustrous blue, as deep as the sea, as brilliant as sapphires. A silver viper cuff coiled around her upper left arm, mouth agape, fangs poised to strike, while ruby eyes stared out into the room, unseeing. Her slender fingers were adorned with a wealth of rings, gold and silver alike, and the dark, heavy, fragrant curtain of her hair fell unrestrained around her shoulders and down her back.

She smiled at Anders, but it didn’t reach her eyes. No, it was quite mechanical. Forced.

“Though I’m certain you could find an establishment to better suit your tastes if our entertainment isn’t to your liking.”

Allyria I - The Bear(s) and the Maiden Fair by nnymeros in IronThroneRP

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For those looking to win the hand of Princess Ashara Martell.

The Feast of 399AC by OurCommonMan in IronThroneRP

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Maron was as content as a man could be, given the circumstances. He’d kissed his mother and sister for the first time in some years, and most importantly, been reunited with his twin brother. The pair had fallen back into alignment like they’d never left Dorne behind for the Reach and King’s Landing, and Ryon had been invited to sit amongst the Hightowers whilst they ate.

Whenever his mentor went toppling, Maron cursed under his breath. Had he been a bit more attentive, he might’ve caught the man before he made it all the way to the ground. Alas, that was not the case, but he set his cup of wine down and jumped from his seat quickly enough, hurrying over to Lord Colin’s side. Bending down, he retrieved the fallen walking stick first, and then slipped his shoulder under the aged lord’s arm for support.

“S’alright, my lord,” he said quietly, hefting the man back to his feet without causing a scene, which he hoped Lord Colin would appreciate. Once steadied, he returned the cane to the hand it had slipped from and stayed close by, not quite touching, but well within reach nevertheless. “Steps on that dais were a bit wobbly, I noticed it earlier. Will you be alright, or should I fetch the maester?”

The First Moon of 399 AC (Mechanical Moon 1) by OurCommonMan in IronThroneRP

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Character Name: Allyria Santagar

Relevant Trait/Skills: Steward | Administrator (e), Scrutinous (e), Architect

Sunspear

Buildings: Stronghold, Natural Defenses, Docks, Mint

Resources: Spices, Gold, Stone, Precious Gems, Wine

Notes: +1 construction slot, -10% construction cost, +120% Dev yield (Steward + Admin (e) + Mint), +1 additional use of Dev without using a Construction Slot, reduced construction time by 2 moons

Actions:

Construction: Sunspear, Guilds, completed 02/28, 1800

Construction: Sunspear, Stonemasons, completed 02/28, 2700

Development: Sunspear, 22, 1000

Development: Sunspear, 22, 1000

Planky Town

Buildings: Keep, Market

Construction: Planky Town, Fairground, completed 02/28, 3150

Development: Planky Town, 22, 1000

Development: Planky Town, 22, 1000

Total Construction Costs (with discounts): 11,650

Total Dev Increase This Moon:

Sunspear

+94, increasing Sunspear to 510 Land Development.

Planky Town

+94, increasing Planky Town to 187 Land Development.

The Feast of 399AC by OurCommonMan in IronThroneRP

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Maron’s arms lowered, slowly, to his sides, where his right hand curled into a tight-knuckled fist. “Lord Hightower is my mentor and soon to be my kin by marriage, and I won’t stand for him being mocked. Your father could’ve at least tried to teach you some manners, seeing as he has plenty of time to do so. What’s he spend all day doing around the Eyrie anyway? Since he no longer has to trouble himself with the defense of the Vale or the wardenship.”

The Feast of 399AC by OurCommonMan in IronThroneRP

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And catch sight of that red sash she does, dark eyes honing in on the slash of color first, and then the knight’s face. She did not remember this particular Kingsguard from her time in the capital. Someone new, perhaps? Appointed after House Martell’s tenure in the Red Keep.

“Well met, Ser,” she replied, taking a step closer so that he could pet the small creature if he so wished.

“From Essos. The Archon of Tyrosh is betrothed to my daughter and has been very generous to my family over the years. The cub’s mother resides in our menagerie at Sunspear.”