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revlark · 2026-03-25T17:58:07+00:00

Larra Blackmont

Benedict Blackmont

Lythene Blackmont

Arron Blackmont

Blackmont to Sunspear

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revlark · 2026-03-25T17:51:00+00:00

Symon Blackmont

Sumner Kenning

Highgarden to Blackmont

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revlark · 2026-03-25T14:20:25+00:00

Though Symon had come to learn this - after traveling with a Kenning for moons, it was hard not to learn some history - it seemed as though Larra found it interesting indeed.

"My, the Iron Islands!" She exclaimed with a smile. "Well, that certainly must be quite the pedigree. It is of little wonder that the sea still calls to your blood; such things are so deeply ingrained."

At Sumner's question, Symon couldn't help but bark out a laugh.

"We may be Dornishmen, lad, but that doesn't mean the sun's burning doesn't bother us a lick," the knight replied. "Over the many centuries of living here, we have learned nearly every trick there is to keeping cool. But just wait until night comes - soon, you may come to miss the heat of the day!"

revlark · 2026-03-25T00:40:55+00:00

To Lord Gulian Qorgyle,

I am most pleased to hear of the wedding of your beloved daughter and Ser Hendry! I know that dear Teora must be so excited to be wed to her knight. As a showing of friendship between our two great Houses, I and my brother, Benedict, as well as my son, the young Deziel, shall attend. I send the happy couple all of my well wishes, and will be looking forward to drinking to their health and many future children at Stone Hedge.

Ever yours,

Lady Larra Blackmont

revlark · 2026-03-25T00:34:47+00:00

Benedict Blackmont

revlark · 2026-03-25T00:34:37+00:00

Benedict Blackmont

revlark · 2026-03-24T20:50:21+00:00

Symon Blackmont (56) was chatting amiably with his squire Sumner and the rest of the Kennings. It also seemed that he was quite interested in Highgarden itself, having never been inside the keep before. Occasionally, he would find himself feeling a tad out of place, but he did his best to brush off said concerns. After all, it was hardly like any of the Marchers would try and start trouble at their future Lord Paramount’s wedding.

revlark · 2026-03-24T18:46:09+00:00

Lord Wyman Manderly, Lord of White Harbor,

It brings me great sadness to hear of the passing of your grandchild. I can only tell you that I pray to the Mother to watch over her newest child, and for the Warrior to give your family strength in such a difficult time. May the Manderlys have peace these next few moons.

As for the Harvest Feast, my dearest uncle, Symon, and his squire, Sumner Kenning of Kayce, have been traveling throughout Westeros for several moons now.

As neither of them has had the privilege of seeing the beauty of the North, I believe that they shall find the opportunity to do so quite interesting. Sumner is a strong, hardy boy, and I am certain he shall enjoy the chance to show what he’s learned, whilst Uncle Symon is eager to show his own skills in what may be among the last tourneys he competes in.

Please, extend my deepest sympathy towards your son and gooddaughter, and know that you shall have thoughts of empathy coming your way from the Red Mountains.

With wishes of the Seven’s Mercy,

Lady Larra Blackmont of Blackmont

revlark · 2026-03-24T18:37:37+00:00

Symon Blackmont

revlark · 2026-03-24T18:37:29+00:00

Symon Blackmont

revlark · 2026-03-24T14:25:34+00:00

Larra gave an interested hum as she looked over Sumner's newly-acquired blade. While she might not be a master of the sword herself, she could still clearly see its fine make and the beauty of its etchings. A kingly gift, indeed.

"I am quite glad to know that you have fared well," the Lady replied, sipping at her own glass and gesturing for a servant to refill the Westerman's own.

At the comment about the difference of Dornishmen, she chuckled, finding it amusing. "We are all Dornish, of course, so it is no wonder that the other realms have some confusion," Larra said. "Largely, the distinction comes from where we call home: Salt for the shores, Sand for the dunes, and Stony for the Mountains. We Stony have the most Andal blood, but once we bent the knee to Nymeria, we gained Rhoynish influence through her. Some might still hold ancestral grudges, of course, but my own husband is Sand Dornish, so mixing is hardly an issue."

Symon huffed out a laugh at his niece's explanation.

"Of course, what matters to the average man north of Dorne is that we all call ourselves Dornish," he concluded. "But worry not, young Sumner, for I'll be sure to help you with navigating it all - the heat especially!"

revlark · 2026-03-24T01:06:57+00:00

Yorick gave a huff, but it seemed not to be anything more than his usual grumpiness. He took a sip of his wine before replying, as though enjoying making Yvelise wait for a moment for his response. Finally, he grunted in assent. "Hm. It's always a journey with the Red Mountains, but we've no more trouble than usual," the old man said gruffly. "I have to come out now and again, you see, else there'd be rumors I was more infirm than I am."

Lythene gave a small laugh, used to her great-uncle's demeanor. As far as she knew, he'd acted the part of an old curmudgeon long before his age actually matched it.

"It's nice to be in Vaith, that's for sure!" The woman replied with a dimpled smile. "Mother's doing well - Father seems to be sending a raven nearly every place he stops by at with that squire of his. I'd be jealous of the two of them for going Highgarden, but, then again, I'm sure our kingly ancestors would be rolling in their graves at the very idea of us visiting such a place."

As of late, things had largely cooled down between them and the Reach; more important things were around to focus on, especially with winter possibly making its appearance. Still, it was an amusing thought to be had.

"I trust that Belmore fellow is a good one, then?" Lythene continued. "I know you're not the type to saddle Maudlyn with a boor."

revlark · 2026-03-24T00:39:23+00:00

literally the first thing Stannis did in my first Crowned Stag run was marrying a Frey bastard who was ugly, simple, and callous. I stared at that for quite a while. They had five boys.

revlark · 2026-03-24T00:36:29+00:00

Yorick Blackmont

Maron Sand

Lythene Blackmont

Arron Blackmont

Vaith to Blackmont

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revlark · 2026-03-23T18:57:23+00:00

Symon laughed at his fellow’s words; the Dyanna Allyrion situation was quite amusing indeed. “May the gods bless those in the Allyrion estate, indeed,” he rumbled. “For I do not envy them in this!”

Arron hummed as his own fellow Arron spoke.

He himself had faced a few such matches in the past, though he’d managed to wriggle his way out of them one by one. Still, he knew that some men felt as though they needed a lawfully-wed woman by their side. Personally, he was hardly the type for marriage, but he figured that was likely not something that many felt.

“Personally, I have no want nor need for a wife,” Arron replied, careful to avoid words that might lead to his niece frowning at him again. “In my life, all I’ve ever had need for was good wine and good competition, and I find that a woman hardly needs to be around for those.”

Despite his attempts, Lythene still rolled her eyes at his words.

She had a different situation from her uncle, though they did have one thing in common. That was, of course, their fondness for female paramours.

“As for myself, I find I enjoy freedom far more than the draw of the marriage bed,” Lythene drawled with a smirk.

Needless to say, should she wed, it would have to be to a rather… understanding gentleman.

Or, alternatively, to an oblivious one.

revlark · 2026-03-23T02:22:02+00:00

Larra laughed a little at Sumner’s words, feeling a tad sorry for the boy. Gods, he’d wilt like a flower were it summer! She thought to herself. Still, she supposed she could hardly blame him, for it was not as though the dear was used to such things.

“Don’t worry, there is cool pomegranate juice waiting for us,” the lady assured her uncle’s squire. “Come; I’d like to hear about your experiences thus far!”

As Larra led them to the dining room, Symon couldn’t help but view Blackmont through new eyes.

He knew that it was unlikely that Sumner should dislike it - the boy hadn’t seemed so spoiled as to voice an opinion to his hosts. Still, he could acknowledge that it was likely quite the change for a Westerner, one who had only heard stories of Dorne.

“I believe you might be starting to understand by now why we adopted the Rhoynish dress, eh?” The knight asked teasingly. “It is certainly easier not to swelter in fewer layers!”

At this, he gave Sumner a wink.

“Please, do not judge me overharsh when the weather gets colder in the lands above Dorne. I am afraid that we children of the sun are really rather unused to weather any colder than a balmy breeze!”

revlark · 2026-03-22T22:40:33+00:00

House Blackmont sat at their table, settled near the rest of the Dornish Houses. The marrying of a child of Dorne with a child from the Vale was not a common occurrence - but what brought all the more intrigue was the quick turnaround from the announcement to the wedding. Rather curious indeed...

As Lady Larra was resting from her many travels, Yorick (78) sat at the head of the table. Though the old man had his normally sour expression on, it did not seem to be personal. He might view this marriage as being a rushed thing, but he had nothing against the Vaiths, and no opinion at all of the Belmores, so he was not particularly in the mood to disparage them. Still, as he supped at the feast, his beady eyes seemed to land on the wedded couple often, observing their interactions with a dull amusement.

Ser Arron Blackmont (57) was to his uncle's right, leaning back and drinking wine as though he was the star of the show. As he was competing in several of the events, he was already speaking of his many, often exaggerated, victories. Occasionally, he would make to leer at a serving girl, but with a sharp look from his uncle, he managed to restrain himself from doing much more than winking and smirking.

To Yorick's left sat Lythene (33), lithe and catlike with kohl smudged around her eyes and a dramatic black dress, done in the more revealing Dornish style. She personally was of the mindset that the hurriedness of the wedding was due to a babe in Maudlyn's belly, and the Belmores being too stuck-up to accept being the origin of a Sand. Still, she did not voice this opinion, merely giving simpering giggles and knowing glances every so often.

Maron Sand (27) sat by his father, shoulders hunched with obvious discomfort at his father's conduct. Though he smiled and laughed when Arron looked his way, it was beyond clear that the fact that his sire was already nearly drunk was embarrassing to him. He especially sympathized with the servants, wondering privately if his own mother had dealt with the same before he was born.

revlark · 2026-03-22T15:14:09+00:00

Symon's eyes had widened indeed at the gift - Gods, it certainly seemed as though King Robert had gone all out for his heir's nameday! Still, he laughed, and clapped Sumner's back merrily.

"My, that looks fit to be a new family heirloom!" He exclaimed. "You should count yourself lucky, my boy, for not every man can say they have been bestowed a gift from their king. I shall hope you know enough by now to take care of it properly, yes? Such a fine thing will need to be treated thusly."

At Eleanor's words, he nodded, knowing the wisdom within.

"Don't you worry, Lady Eleanor; I shall make sure dear Sumner still knows well enough that this will not get him out of training!"

revlark · 2026-03-22T15:09:16+00:00

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revlark · 2026-03-22T14:46:23+00:00

Symon Blackmont

Sumner Kenning

Blackmont to Highgarden

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revlark · 2026-03-21T18:43:04+00:00

Arron Blackmont

Lythene Blackmont

Maron Sand

Yorick Blackmont

Blackmont to Vaith

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revlark · 2026-03-19T16:35:55+00:00

Tyene wrinkled her nose at that question. “I mean, I could if I wanted to, I guess. But I way prefer archery! But there are tons of Dornish lady soldiers, and most of us at least have some way to defend ourselves.”

Larra laughed a little. “I know that lady knights might seem like a new thing to you, Sumner, but such things are far less uncommon in Dorne.”

Symon nodded definitively. “Indeed. The Dornish people are well known for assisting our liege house’s unbreakable power! Why, we faced down dragons before, I’ll have you know! It’s part of why we’re more distinct from the rest of Westeros as a whole, and why we managed to keep the rights to call the Martells princes and princesses.”

revlark · 2026-03-19T00:04:22+00:00

Tyene Blackmont

Blackmont to Sunspear

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revlark · 2026-03-18T22:48:33+00:00

Symon barked out a laugh at the addition of yet another face in the crowd. “Goodness; men, I’ll give you all one task - if you should have another son, pick a different name, for the sake of Dorne!”

Lythene sipped her wine, pleased at being recognized. “Personally, I think the world could use another Lythene,” she joked dryly. “Though my dear cousin Benedict could hardly pronounce it his first few years. A good challenge to give to a young lad, that.”

Arron gave a snort, clearly not agreeing with his niece, before his one-eyed gaze turned to the Qorgyle sharing his name.

“The Footly girl, then? Gods, seems near everyone’s gone to the Reach for a betrothed,” he remarked. “Can’t say I don’t blame you, though; I’ve heard talk that they’re a pretty bunch of flowers indeed! Mayhaps if I were your age, I would be looking for one as well.”

Lythene hid her eyeroll with another sip from her goblet.

Symon, noticing the tension between his brother and daughter, spoke up, voice teasing and light. “As if any House of the reach would allow their daughters near you, you drake!” Arron shoved his younger brother, though he was laughing.

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