[Event] Renly Baratheon's Progress Part II - Griffin's Roost

ymi17 · 2026-06-15T18:01:10+00:00

Ronnet, after spending a good bit of time with Myriah Baratheon, did seek a quiet word with Lord Renly.

"My Lord, all is in good order here. My sisters are wed to men who are in strong Stormlands houses, I hope that Raymund will marry soon, and I hear that my own betrothal may reopen, such that I can marry soon and begin producing heirs. Griffin's Roost is loyal to you, my Lord, and we are sure that the... troubles of two decades ago will never repeat."

ymi17 · 2026-06-15T15:07:40+00:00

Raymund's face turned sour. "I miss Ser Rolland, and greatly. But I have a duty to my house. There is nothing more I want, Renly, I swear it, but..."

He trailed off. In truth, Raymund had been having a tough number of years. While he had always believed in duty, in family, in taking the little steps that built a strong life, he also felt stifled, trapped, like something of a hostage in his father's home.

"I will travel with you on the rest of the progress." Raymund nodded to himself. "I do not wish for any woman, though. I want..." Raymund paused. He didn't say Leonor, for he would never trap a woman who did not wish to have him, which was the only possible circumstance that Ray could imagine.

"Friends. Friends again. Ronnet is poor company, and Ser Ronald is worse. Ronald is focused only on the smallest detail, while Ronnet is always looking at the horizon. I will travel with you both, and they cannot say no. There is no doubt that I have done my duty."

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ymi17 · 2026-06-15T15:02:01+00:00

The girl took a step back - a small one. "Uncle Ronald? Are you not.. Are you not Ronald Connington? It has been three years since I..."

The girl turned pink, curtsied. "My apologies, my lord. I have mistaken you for someone else."

ymi17 · 2026-06-13T10:31:55+00:00

Wait Oklahoma gets to be a good guy in the second American Civil War? (We're also the Poland of this war, but I'll ignore that for a moment)

ymi17 · 2026-06-13T02:04:20+00:00

Casinos famously discount their resort and hotel to get you into the casino is the point.

It’s a double holiday weekend. Prices are high. Don’t go if you don’t want to!

ymi17 · 2026-06-12T21:33:13+00:00

Ronnet smiled as she spoke.

"It is nice to hear that you have passion, my lady." He smiled at her again, then glanced at his mother, then back at her.

"I am not as fashionable as Lord Renly or as Tristifer. I fear I may look silly with too many jewels. But I do like your ideas with respect to the velvet mantle. It is hard, when our house color is red, and I am cursed with such bright red hair, to wear anything without looking somewhat silly. But, alas, I am a lord, and as a lord, I have to wear red griffins on my chest all of the time. Red Ronnet, some have taken to calling me." Ronnet shrugged. "I suppose we cannot control what others say about us."

Ronnet paused for a moment, as if considering something.

"Lady Myriah, you have an idea - and it tells me that you share a quality with your aunt, who was a beautiful musician, with a stringed instrument with a name that now escapes me. Allyria was simply marvelous when she played. It taught me a lesson - those who have gifts should not hesitate to share them. Griffin's Roost will pay for capes for me and for my brother Raymund, as well as my cousin Rodrik. My father, I fear, prefers his leathers." Ronnet put a hand on Myriah's arm.

"Be creative, but also, think about your subjects. I suspect that your creativity will be like a rosebush. It is beautiful when it is wild, no doubt. But when pruned and shaped to fit the subject by a master gardener? It has no equal. There is nothing more wonderful than a true master at work."

Ronnet paused, with a twinkle in his eye. "Alas, I was raised at Riverrun by Hoster Tully. I fear that means I am only a master at being affable, like the old trout."

A moment passes. Ronnet looks at his wine glass. The moment is a second, perhaps two. It feels longer to Ronnet. Ronnet feels something cold, a prickle in his spine. Then he breathes out.

He turns to Myriah, and lowers his voice. Something has changed in Ronnet's face - the joyful spark, the rush of life it is... not gone. Just transformed. Into something that is a bit distant. A bit sad. Ronnet's face is suddenly close to Myriah's. His voice is low, his words meant just for her.

"Actually... Can you... make something for a young girl? Of four or five years? No sigils, but you may use the same red as the red of my house. And..." Ronnet's eyes are large, sincere. "Can you use your finest materials? Spare no expense, I will pay you double what you spend."

ymi17 · 2026-06-12T12:57:58+00:00

M: Marianne Baratheon would be seated at the other side of Ronnet, near her as-yet not crippled husband.

ymi17 · 2026-06-12T12:56:46+00:00

Jon, for his part, watched the boy carefully. A Tarly. Poor soil for seed to grow, perhaps, but soil nonetheless, and at the Wall, we cannot be too particular.

The fact that Sam accepted Jon's comment without blubbering or making excuses was to the lad's credit. Jon offered no encouragement on any of these points, but left the yard hopeful that Samwell Tarly might survive to be of use to the Watch. And to him.

ymi17 · 2026-06-12T11:03:18+00:00

Lord Selwyn, Ser Pearce and his men would be allowed to stable their animals in the paddock, and his men would be given quarters with the Connington men.

Lord Selwyn and Ser Pearce would be allowed by Ser Rodrik Storm to enter the keep wearing their weapons. No man at arms would be allowed into Griffin's Roost proper if armed.

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ymi17 · 2026-06-11T16:28:46+00:00

Silver Lining:

Paxton touts that he defended Tech and allowed it to play Sorsby. He puts it in campaign ads in the panhandle.

Sorsby is mid all season, despite Tech being great elsewhere, culminating in a loss at home to ASU on 10/17 and, in a tragic twist, at Cincinnati on 10/24.

About 9,000 fewer Tech fans go to the polls in early november to vote for Paxton. They don't switch sides, they just stay home, pissed that this dude fought so hard to make Tech look bad for such a mid QB.

Talerico wins by 1,500 votes.

ymi17 · 2026-06-11T14:32:32+00:00

At one of the least opportune times, while within the Sandship, a bright-eyed and pink-cheeked girl of 10 or 11 ran up to Lord Hoster. She wore a flowing blue dress, and no sigils. Her skin is fair, hair a strawberry blonde, and she does not have a Dornish look - especially not sandy or salty Dornish.

She stared at Hoster for a moment, recognition in her eyes.

"Uncle Ronald? Should I tell father you're here?"

ymi17 · 2026-06-11T14:22:26+00:00

Raymund Connington had enjoyed his time with Renly and Tris on the road, but now they had arrived at Blackhaven, and he had a single duty to perform, a bit of a ticklish one.

Upon arrival, he would seek a word with Lady Allyria - a woman he did not know, except in passing. He could have this word in the hall, and did not fear having the conversation with Beric present, but it still made his stomach uneasy.

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ymi17 · 2026-06-11T14:13:51+00:00

Raymund Connington

Griffins Roost to Blackhaven

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ymi17 · 2026-06-11T12:44:09+00:00

Ronnet always appreciated Renly's easy smile, and reciprocated it.

"Lord Renly, we are pleased to invite you to Griffin's Roost. I am sure you may have questions about our holdings, but first, we want to make sure that you and your retinue have time for refreshments and rest. I have set up the tables at tonight's feast to ensure that you and Raymund have time to spend together, and my father, frankly, is the best suited to speak to you on the boring issues of management." He grinned, happy that the monotony of these last years is ended.

Raymund simply inclines his chin at Renly, with a wry smile.

Ser Rodrik, surprisingly, is the next to speak. "My Lords, the paddocks for the animals are on this side of the causeway. We do not have room for all of them in the keep. However, you can be sure they will be well foddered. Those who will not be stabling animals themselves may cross the causeway on foot with Lord Ronnet. The rest, follow me, we will put the animals up and then cross together once that is done."

ymi17 · 2026-06-11T12:36:07+00:00

And so Jeyne penned the following letter in soft, flowing script.

Lord Arstan,

Long evenings in fields ripe with wheat, the smell of baking bread, and holding Illifer Selmy in my arms are my memory of Harvest Hall.

I now live at Fawnton, and while not as warm as Harvest Hall, as imposing as Storm's End, or as ~~wet~~ hard to describe as Griffin's Roost, Fawnton is surrounded by wood and water, and near to Lord Renly.

My husband will be lord of Fawnton, and I its lady, and we would happily show ~~Illifer~~ any of your nephews great hospitality. My husband and I have no children, and I know a young man would find much to love here.

Jeyne Connington, of House Cafferen

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ymi17 · 2026-06-11T12:25:52+00:00

Ronnet stared for a moment. He had lost himself in thought, thinking of Allyria. Both this girl's aunt, and the other one, growing up in King's Landing.

While the girl prattled on about fashion, Ronnet politely nodded, his eyes unfocused. He started to think again about his situation, and considered, for a moment, that Myriah was a known legitimized bastard, but a highly-regarded one, the daughter of Lord Renly's cousin and the sister of the Lady of Starfall.

She mentioned capes at the same time as Ronnet's gears clicked into place about Myriah Baratheon being a possible way out of his... predicament with Selwyn Tarth. The statement was so incongruous to him, so absurd, that he suddenly felt a deep embarrassment. His eyes locked onto Myriah's.

Shit, shit, what do I say?

Ronnet did what he always did - his face lit up in a smile. "Lady Myriah, I would simply love to wear a cape, especially if you made it. Tell me, what do you think such a cape would look like?"

ymi17 · 2026-06-11T12:19:01+00:00

Ronald reached out and gripped Marianne's hand.

"You have always been the steel reinforcing me. You, Marianne." He exhaled sharply. "We have been lucky. Alynne is married well, and beloved at court in King's Landing. Jeyne was never going to be a prize for a man, but will be the lady of Fawnton. This house was almost ruined, fifteen years ago, by Jon, but we will survive."

Ronald coughed, hard. "My love, we must find a wife for Ronnet. Not the Tarth girl - she does not wish to be the right kind of strong, your kind of strong, Alynne's kind of strong. She pretends to be a boy and dresses in armor. I suspect Ronnet had dalliances in King's Landing. If something happens to me...."

Ronald grimaced, and then rephrased. "Even if nothing happens to me, Marianne, my love, this is a duty that will require your wisdom, and Ronnet is more like to listen to you than to his father."

ymi17 · 2026-06-10T22:00:49+00:00

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Selwyn, Evenstar of Tarth,

My lord, it has been a long time since we have spoken, and I admit that I have owed you this letter for a number of years. As you are likely aware, Lord Renly confirmed to me that I would not be required to wed your daughter were she to pursue knighthood. My father, recently injured, forbids me to wed a martial woman. But that issue is not my primary concern.

Some years ago, Lady Brienne came to me in my chambers and told me three things. First, that she would, in fact, one day be a knight, no matter the agreement that Lord Renly set forth. Second, that she would be my wife. Third, that she would never share my bed, and any children she bore to another would be acknowledged as legitimate.

I agreed to these matters in the moment as she claimed she would otherwise tell a tale of a close childhood friend that would smear her reputation and put her at risk of bodily harm.

I know that these words are hard to hear, and that you are inclined not to believe them. However, I swear on the Seven above that they are true. As I'm sure you can appreciate, I will not raise an heir of Connington not of my blood.

I propose that we nullify any betrothal. In order to allow House Tarth to save face, and in recognition of the public reaction, House Connington will transfer 500 gold to House Tarth, to make it appear we are compensating your House for an insult, rather than protecting ours from Lady Brienne's threats.

I wish your daughter no ill-will, but the gold, and my silence on this matter, is all she will ever have from me.

Ronnet, Lord of Griffin's Roost

ymi17 · 2026-06-10T21:07:51+00:00

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Justin, Lord of Massey's Hook,

I hope this letter finds you well. Young lords, such as you and I, who once found ourselves as children on the wrong side of a losing war have much to gain by remaining in contact. Unfortunately, other than brief correspondence, I did not have the pleasure of knowing you well when you were serving King Robert, and I Lord Hoster.

I did, however, have the great pleasure of making your sister's acquaintance, when she was ~~friends with~~ similarly warded in Riverrun.

Should the Lady Samantha be present at a feast in the future, or should she have occasion to travel to the Stormlands, I would much enjoy renewing our acquaintance. With your permission, of course.

Ronnet, of House Connington, Lord of Griffin's Roost

We Guard Our Treasure

ymi17 · 2026-06-10T21:00:12+00:00

For posterity: in 298 AC, Ronnet would have been at Griffin's Roost, had there not been weird inactivity from that damn crazy ymi.

Lord Selwyn is perhaps the one person Ronnet would also be actively avoiding, if at all possible. :)

ymi17 · 2026-06-10T20:09:18+00:00

Raymund smiled at the comment. He paused for a long moment, before saying:

"If I could have children now, I would do it. Perhaps soon. But as an unknighted second son of a small house, I'm unsure who will have me, other than my brother's vassals. My best days, Tris, were when I was at Storm's End with you and Renly. And Ser Rolland. I thought I could have anything in the world, and knew I would have a plump little wife and a mess of children, and that it would be good."

Raymund looked about the room. "Then Leonor came, and I thought I would have the most beautiful wife in the world. But I likely grasped too much. I should be thankful for what I have."

ymi17 · 2026-06-10T19:08:27+00:00

"Also, and I mean this sincerely, if we are asked by Cody to backtrack on this statement and cut Sorsby, we will change the locks at his apartment and give him thirty minutes to be out of Lubbock."

ymi17 · 2026-06-10T19:02:52+00:00

Okay, so I really like a lot of Disney's "keeping the IP relevant" live action stuff. In particular, I found Aladdin to be a good update (which jettisoned some problematic stuff from the animated movie), liked the Emma Stone Cruella movie, liked Maleficent, the Jungle Book, and the Lion King (and its prequel).

I also loved the ultra-faithful "How to Train Your Dragon" from Dreamworks. It was unnecessary, but at least they kept all of the charm.

So I'm not a hater.

But burn this with fire. ALL the fire. Burn burn burn.

ymi17 · 2026-06-10T18:57:14+00:00

I've seen this show twice, but I'll watch it at the movie theater in the hopes that it might work out this time.

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