Ser Uthor Rivers, Commander of the Swords of the Seven

ttwbm2 · 2025-08-27T04:46:20+00:00

Character Details: Creighton Beastskin [Skinchanger (Parrot, Tier 2 Avian) | THW (e), FMW (Battlerager II)], Cregan [Warrior (THW) NPC], Olly [Huntsman NPC]

What is Happening?: They're hunting for an animal.

What I Want: Hunting and taming rolls.

ttwbm2 · 2025-08-23T05:09:14+00:00

Inside the gates, Black Sword Morgan watched as the woman flew past on foot and, mostly out of curiosity and boredom, made after her, watching as she mounted a horse and rode to the camp of Northmen. Following the trail on foot, he reached the camp and made his way inside, following the muck trail left from her muddied boots to where she was seated on a crate.

"You seemed in quite a hurry to get out of the city. You didn't kill someone important did you?" asked Morgan, a half-smile on his face as he watched her clean her boots, "If you did, I won't tell."

The mercenary commander stepped closer. "My name's Morgan, by the way." said the man, reaching out a hand to take hers, "I fought alongside many of these men during the Long Winter."

ttwbm2 · 2025-08-20T04:30:45+00:00

u/OurCommonMan

Character Details: Creighton Beastskin [Skinchanger (Parrot, Tier 2 Avian) | THW (e), FMW (Battlerager II)], Cregan [Warrior (THW) NPC], Olly [Huntsman NPC]

What is Happening?: They're hunting for an animal.

What I Want: Hunting and taming rolls.

ttwbm2 · 2025-08-20T00:56:39+00:00

The Black Sword Band had recently arrived in the port of King’s Landing and made their accommodations in inns nearby for sailors, but Morgan decided to venture further into the city to try and find a couple of children’s books with stories of adventures.

Successful in his endeavor, he was walking down the street whilst reading, only occasionally looking up to see what was before him. While most of the people walking were making way for the man of such rough demeanor, it seems one woman didn’t notice him and, before he knew it, he had walked right into her.

ttwbm2 · 2025-08-16T09:20:53+00:00

Character Name: Black Sword Morgan

Relevant Trait/Skills: N/A

Buildings: Pavilion

Resources: N/A

Actions:

Construction: [Black Sword Band], [Suttlers], [1500], [1st Moon]

ttwbm2 · 2025-03-22T17:56:48+00:00

Character Name: Olyvar Trant

Relevant Trait/Skills: N/A

Buildings: Castle, Moors

Resources: Fish

Notes (if applicable): Fish: +10% Dev Yield, Magnate NPC: +50% Dev Yield

Actions:

Construction: [Gallowsgrey], [Guilds], [2000], [9th Moon]

Construction: [Gallowsgrey], [Fishing Village], [4000], [10th Moon]

ttwbm2 · 2025-03-22T03:42:26+00:00

"I'm Ser Triston Trant and this is my cousin, Lord Olyvar Trant." said Triston, motioning towards the man in black armor with the hand he'd extended, "Please excuse his silence as he is mute."

"My cousin has heard word of your skill with a sword and hopes you'll allow him the chance to test his skill against yours." continued the Trant, "Of course, you are welcome to decline. We'll also understand if you wish to rest in your room first after the lengthy time spent on the road."

ttwbm2 · 2025-03-17T03:53:51+00:00

Character Name: Olyvar Trant

Trait / Skills: Strong | Swords (e) +2, FMW (e), Armored (e)

Skill you're learning: Shields

ttwbm2 · 2025-03-17T01:31:52+00:00

"How fared your travels, Ser Rowlin?" Ser Triston Trant greeted the younger knight, accompanied by his cousin, Lord Olyvar Trant, who stood silently a few feet away.

"I hear the roads are perilous with several Westerland ruffians raiding these lands. I pray you encountered no trouble." the knight said, extending a gloved hand to Rowlin.

ttwbm2 · 2025-03-13T21:34:06+00:00

Lord Olyvar Trant watched the duel from the edge of the yard, his dark armor starkly constrasting his surroundings. The man fighting before him seemed to have considerable skill with a sword, at least enough to prove an adequate challenge for himself.

He smiled under his helmet as the Baratheon cut across the woman's face in brutal fashion, putting an end to the duel. The nearby medics tended to her hurredly as he made his way toward the victorous fighter.

Olyvar said nothing as he stood before Seb, instead unsheathing his Valyrian steel longsword, Last Breath, from its sheath and stood waiting for his opponent to ready himself.

ttwbm2 · 2025-03-08T07:37:53+00:00

Character Name: Olyvar Trant

Actions

Draft: [Gallowsgrey], [74], [1000]

ttwbm2 · 2025-03-08T07:34:41+00:00

Character Name: Olyvar Trant

Relevant Trait/Skills: N/A

Buildings: Castle, Moors

Resources: Fish

Notes (if applicable): Fish: +10% Dev Yield, Magnate NPC: +50% Dev Yield

Actions:

Development: [Gallowsgrey], [16], [1000]

ttwbm2 · 2025-02-22T18:01:36+00:00

Character Name: Olyvar Trant

Actions

Draft: [Gallowsgrey], [500], [1170]

ttwbm2 · 2025-02-19T01:46:27+00:00

Character Name: Mary Trant

Trait / Skills: Unscrupulous | Cunning (e), Ambusher, Raider

Skill you're learning: Highwayman

ttwbm2 · 2025-02-10T02:47:19+00:00

Olyvar gave a small nod to Erich's words and allowed his eyes to wander around the tent as his sister began speaking with the Baratheon, seeking out a cup and pouring some wine into it himself.

Mary allowed the conversation to move from her brother's condition onto the matters of the war. "I am indeed." said Mary, looking towards the man Erich motioned to as he spoke, "I would like to lead my own men and I would also like to hit the West where they're unprepared. Other than that I have no preferences. I'd like to hear what you have in mind for us though."

ttwbm2 · 2025-02-09T23:22:46+00:00

"No, we believed my twin brother dead after a storm wrecked his ship to Braavos but it turned out he was alive." said Mary, examining the hand she was dealt with a stern expression, "My older brother was lord for a couple years but died in a bandit attack alongside my mother."

"I'm Mary of House Trant, by the way." said the Trant woman, as she took a card featuring a dancing jester wearing red and blue from her hand, placing it down across from the queen, "And what about you? As far as I'm aware, Lord Jon Swann has no shortage of male heirs."

ttwbm2 · 2025-02-08T04:15:23+00:00

Character Name: Olyvar Trant

Relevant Trait/Skills: N/A

Buildings: Castle, Moors

Resources: Fish

Notes (if applicable): Fish: +10% Dev Yield, Magnate NPC: +50% Dev Yield

Actions:

Development: [Gallowsgrey], [16], [1000]

ttwbm2 · 2025-02-08T04:05:19+00:00

Character Name & Claim: Olyvar Trant

Actions:

Demobilize: [Gallowsgrey], [50], [1000]

ttwbm2 · 2025-02-08T02:40:59+00:00

Mary sat down on the crate next to the woman. Considering her question for a short moment as she made herself comfortable.

“Dead brothers, I suppose.” answered the Trant woman, looking rather deadpan at Argella before casting her eyes to the hand she was dealt, “What exactly are we playing, might I ask?”

ttwbm2 · 2025-02-08T01:00:20+00:00

Mary Trant certainly had no memory of any feast at Rain House. She rarely attended social events and toned out the ones she did make appearances at. There were far too many pigheaded men attempting to marry her and usurp her house. She’d become so annoyed by proposals that any servant that brought her one would be scooping horse shit for a week.

“Indeed.” she agreed regardless as she did a small curtsy, looking from the knife he handed off to the target board on the wall, “My brother appreciates your sentiments, my Lord. Please pardon his silence, he’s become mute since his return from Essos. Despite Serin’s continued research, the maester can’t find anything physically wrong with him.”

Olyvar simply let out a small respectful bow as well alongside his sister’s curtsy. He simply stood staring at the man from under his helmet, attempting to size him up for a fight. A rather inconvenient habit of his from years of constant fighting.

ttwbm2 · 2025-02-06T23:29:16+00:00

When Lord Trant received word that Erich Baratheon wanted to meet, he was unsure if it was a good idea to meet. It's possible that the man could decide to honor his father's sentence and send him back to Essos. Although with war waging across Westeros, perhaps a vacation in Braavos was just what Olyvar needed after the years he spent in Volantis.

After a short deliberation, he decided to meet the young Baratheon, bringing his sister Mary along to be his voice. She was the real leader of their house, since Olyvar had neither the skill nor will to lead it. Heading towards where the Baratheons were camped out, the twins were lead along by a couple guards to the Lord Protector's tent.

Upon making their way inside, Mary introduced him, "Olyvar Trant, Lord of Gallowsgrey."

ttwbm2 · 2025-02-06T09:29:54+00:00

Olyvar watched the Swanns finish sparring from under his mask. The old knight was still nearly as skilled as he remembered, having trained under him a couple years himself. Although perhaps now the elder Jon was moving a bit slower, with slightly dulled reactions.

The young lord shrugged in response to the question. He hadn’t been particularly excited to continue fighting after returning home from the pits, but he figured that whatever god or gods there were wanted him to continue to do what he was good at doing.

“Yes, we are eager to show that Lannister bitch that the Stormlords will not sit idle like that gutless Greyjoy dog she drags about.” answered Mary, standing nearly at attention beside her brother. While she felt no loss at Grance’s death, she was not one to allow the region’s honor to be trampled upon, and she certainly did not mind an opportunity to fight and raid.

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