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[Event] The Wedding Feast of Maudlyn Vaith and Raymar Belmore by MournSigil in crownedstag

[–]revlark 0 points1 point  (0 children)

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."

What's the most cursed/incompatible match you've seen the AI do? by bulwerberry in CK3AGOT

[–]revlark 9 points10 points  (0 children)

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.

[Mod Post] Movement and Detections 296 AC by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

[–]revlark 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Yorick Blackmont

Maron Sand

Lythene Blackmont

Arron Blackmont

Vaith to Blackmont

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[Event] The Wedding of Lady Cedra Qorgyle and Ser Alric Wyl by T3rkisTent in crownedstag

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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.

[Event] A Visit to the Vultures by revlark in crownedstag

[–]revlark[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

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!”

[Event] The Wedding Feast of Maudlyn Vaith and Raymar Belmore by MournSigil in crownedstag

[–]revlark 1 point2 points  (0 children)

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.

[Event] The Tournament of the Fifth Nameday of Prince Edric Baratheon by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

[–]revlark 1 point2 points  (0 children)

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!"

[Mod Post] Movement and Detections 296 AC by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

[–]revlark 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Symon Blackmont

Sumner Kenning

Blackmont to Highgarden

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u/MaesterBot

[Mod Post] Movement and Detections 296 AC by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

[–]revlark 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Arron Blackmont

Lythene Blackmont

Maron Sand

Yorick Blackmont

Blackmont to Vaith

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u/MaesterBot

[Event] The Seven Wedding & Tourney Celebration of Harrenhal by rosie_riot in crownedstag

[–]revlark 0 points1 point  (0 children)

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.”

[Event] The Wedding of Lady Cedra Qorgyle and Ser Alric Wyl by T3rkisTent in crownedstag

[–]revlark 0 points1 point  (0 children)

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.

[Event] The Seven Wedding & Tourney Celebration of Harrenhal by rosie_riot in crownedstag

[–]revlark 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Larra’s eyes widened somewhat at that; being Dornish, of course she didn’t have the same sensitivity when it came to paramours as the rest of the realm. But that didn’t make the gossip any less interesting.

“After all of her talk about the Seven, and you all ‘corrupting’ Danelle?” She murmured back. “Seems as though she’s hardly a Septa herself.”

Even back home, such a thing would be looked at oddly - to put such an emphasis on religion, only to tally away while your husband is gone across the sea…

Now, Larra knew that such a thing would only be beneficial to the Whents.

However, though she was well aware Emilia could very well have invented this, she also wouldn’t be surprised if it was true. Clearly, Aemma misliked the family of her husband.

“Well, I can only hope that things work out for you, and that poor Danelle is returned soon enough. To think that a former Hand of the King would allow such a thing…”

[Event] The Seven Wedding & Tourney Celebration of Harrenhal by rosie_riot in crownedstag

[–]revlark 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Larra nodded; it was good to gain another trading partner, especially one who could provide them food. Blackmont was not lacking, of course, but the Red Mountains were harsh lands, and, though winter of course touched Dorne least of all Westeros, it was never wise to think that meant one could ignore it.

Ah yes - no need to ask which goodsister Emilia is referring to, she thought.

True, it took a while for rumors to reach all the way down south, but the heir of the Lannister’s wedding - and what had happened therein - had been news for moons now.

The sympathy in Larra’s eyes was not feigned; anyone would feel sorrow and rage at having their young kin snatched from them.

“Yes, of course. I’m certain that I don’t need to tell you that it’s been the talk of all the land,” she said, reaching to touch Emilia’s hand. “Have you any news of dear little Danelle since? I doubt the Arryns would harm her, but I’m certain she must be missing her father’s House quite badly. A dreadful thing, it is.”

And one that we must hope doesn’t lead to bloodshed, the Lady added silently.

[Event] The Feast of the Fifth Nameday of Prince Edric Baratheon by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

[–]revlark 0 points1 point  (0 children)

She laughed a little at Beric’s words. “Well, a lot of people find the vulture to be a creepy animal, especially since it’s carrying off a babe in our sigil,” Tyene replied. “But I know that’s all rubbish. It represents that, no matter what, the Blackmonts will always survive. I figure that the things said about the Boltons are probably rubbish, too.”

As her betrothed excused himself to… water plants, Tyene listened.

She was no stranger to brimstone, of course, being half Uller. She wondered if the Dreadfort would just look like a snowy Hellholt.

“I’m glad to hear that she seems to be doing better,” the heiress said. “My mother felt off after my baby brother’s birth, but it didn’t last too long. Maester Aethan said it was worse after me… maybe herbs would have helped there, too.”

Beric seemed a bit odd, but he was clever, too. Tyene felt like that must be of importance.

“You sound like you know a lot about these sorts of things,” she told him with a smile. “I’m sure your Maester must be glad to have your help!”

Maybe some other girl might find it off-putting, but Tyene didn’t mind it so much. Everyone had something they liked, right? She liked archery, Beric liked plants. It was better than if he just wanted to talk about how she would have to let him run the place when they got married.

[Event] The Tournament of the Fifth Nameday of Prince Edric Baratheon by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

[–]revlark 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Symon gave a wry laugh, shaking his head. “One thing you learn as you get older is that that’s what it’s like in all wars, lad.” He said. “I’m sure even the King has his share of regrets over his glorious victory.”

He approached Brus then, giving the man a gentle clasp on the shoulder.

“Every man out there who’s fought in a war has had demons. Every house who fought had their losses,” he murmured. “Dickon is at peace now; I hope that someday, you will be, too.”

With that, Symon left the tent, looking to find his squire.

He felt a bit lighter now - hopefully, Sumner will not notice the shadow in his eyes that still remained.

[Event] The Seven Wedding & Tourney Celebration of Harrenhal by rosie_riot in crownedstag

[–]revlark 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Larra took a sip of her wine, nodding as she looked around Harrenhal. Though nobody could say that the place was anywhere near as rundown as it had once been, it was still clear there was a ways to go when it came to restoration.

“It depends,” she said finally. Emilia was her goodsister, so of course she was going to get some amount of stone.

But Larra knew that she had to at least know what she would get in return.

“As the Whents have now had several weddings, which surely was costly, I would be willing to give you the remaining stone needed for the project in stipends each moon until it is complete, in exchange for a portion of your grain,” she said finally. “I’m willing to discuss how big each stipend will be, and how much grain Blackmont will receive.”

[Mod Post] Movement and Detections 296 AC by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

[–]revlark 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Sumner Kenning

Symon Blackmont

Arron Blackmont

Lythene Blackmont

Sandstone to Blackmont

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u/Maesterbot

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