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Post by subdigital on Apr 19, 2014 17:03:15 GMT
Greywater Watch is a castle in the North. Your picking a region, not a fief. Tool isnt playing as a High Lord because well...he want to be different.
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Post by Rusty Shackleford on Apr 19, 2014 17:20:41 GMT
House Shackleton, would that work?
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Post by subdigital on Apr 19, 2014 17:50:58 GMT
"Ow! Your cheating!" A young boys voice hollered out as two wooden swords hit one another again. On the right side the younger boy was still being pushed back as the slightly older one on the left attacked with greater speed. Some laughter escaped the older boys mouth as he continued attacking without care. Quickly he twisted his hand and sent the younger boys sword flying to the ground. Another quick move of the arm and his sword smacked against the boys hand again making him wince in pain.
"Alright alright, you can beat someone younger than you does that make you feel better?" A young man, clearly in his late teenage years walked out into the courtyard were the two boys were fighting. His dark blue tunic had the symbol of his house, the eagle, placed on the chest. The man gave a smile to the two boys fighting.
"Lord Isaak! Your brother is cheating!" Cried out the younger boy who was still rubbing his hurt hand.
"It sure didnt look like cheating to me, next time when he is attacking you like that," Isaak got down on one knee looking at the young boy, "use his speed against him, he wasn't checking his footing and because of that he was off balance. A stronger opponent isn't always the smarter one, remember that." The young boy nodded as he took his sword and ran off. "Now, Armonno, Father wants to see us get your sword and come along."
The two brothers turned around and walked across the courtyard over to the main structure in the keep. The flag of the Epidar family draped down the walls of the keep. As the two walked inside the servents gave a small tilt of there heads forward and extended a greeting. Up the stairs Isaak led his brother into the family room were there Father, Mother, and others were sitting around the table reading a letter.
"Ah boys, please sit." Seth Epidar, the High Lord of the North, said as his two sons entered the room. "Where is your sister?" "I believe she is with a servant dear." Hannan said, Seth's wife. as he nodded in return.
The man stood up and walked around the table. "The King has recently died in his sleep, now his nephew sits on the iron Throne and wishes for us to attend the festivals that he is throwing." Seth paused as he looked around the room. "I am going to the capitol and Isaak, your coming with me." "Yes dad." Isaak replied. Seth continued, "I will also be taking Franco, and a few of our other vassals with me, as well as a small detachment of guards to accompany us on the journey. Your uncle Robert is going to be placed in charge until I get back. Its a long journey and I dont want to be late to our Grace's first meeting. We leave at first light tomorrow."
The entire family nodded. Hannan pulled Seth into another room.
"You and I both know this is more than a simple greeting." she said to him in a hushed tone. "Of course, and what am I going to do, say no to the king on his first invitation?" The two looked at each other after this and gave a nod. "I will be careful, for mine and Isaak's sake." "Please do." Hannan said as she walked back into the family room, leaving to go help her son pack.
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Post by subdigital on Apr 19, 2014 17:51:12 GMT
((And yes rusty..that sounds fine))
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Post by farcry11 on Apr 19, 2014 18:17:55 GMT
Torin Grenall is the High Lord and Lord Protector of all of Dorne. An accomplished soldier and dutiful lord, he is known throughout Westeros- love him or hate him, you must still give him some kind of grudging respect.
He has two true sons, of his wife, Daena- the boys are named Grant and Daerin. He also has a bastard son, perhaps the only mark on his honor- the boy is named Garin Sand. Grant is 20, Daerin is 19, and Garin is 17. All of them are well-practiced warriors, and may soon ascend from their squirehood in to knighthood.
Torin himself is 45. He is known to have a rather calm, yet cold demeanor- while he is capable of making merry, he is more often known to merely watch the festivities of other men while not partaking himself. His wife, Daena, is 42. She is known to be a kind and benevolent lady, and is well loved by the smallfolk and nobility alike.
House Grenall, being the rulers of Dorne, occupy the great hall of Sunspear.
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Post by mrimatool on Apr 19, 2014 18:55:45 GMT
((Hey it's not because I want to be different! it's because my character Mikal is a low lord ))
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Post by Dalekfodder on Apr 19, 2014 18:57:02 GMT
"Lord Aenar is back!" shouted the spotter... After a couple of seconds another shout was heard..."Open the gates for your lord!" The gate opened slowly with a crunching-like noise and the Lord following his bodyguards rode in the keep on horses. As they stopped, he hopped down from his horse with a thud on the ground... so did his bodyguards. He headed to the keep after the long hunting... He waited for it the whole winter and it was over and he was tried. As he walked in the hallways of the keep, he nodded at the guards he passed by and at the entrance of his room he told the guards to wait him there as he entered his room...
After a while he walked out of his room without his armor, it was indeed comfortable now, he nodded at the guards (that meant they need to follow him) he headed for the hall when his chancellor cut his road... "Letter from Capitol m'lord." he was holding up a letter, the lord peered down at the letter, reading it... "A festival huh, at capitol, damned king choosed the right day to die then..." he grunts before he speaks again, "Find and inform my wife, tell her we are departing in a day." Chancellor nodded and walked away, and the lord turned around and walked back to his room...
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Post by F_sphere on Apr 19, 2014 23:40:10 GMT
Lord Ronan Durham sat on the balcony of his study. The late morning sun shone brightly on the aged wood and fading stone of the castle. A breeze gently blew through the trees, causing the smell of spring to rise into his nose. There was a sudden flapping of wings, and a raven called out, coming to land on the railing of the balcony. Around its leg was tied a small piece of parchment, held on by a thin white string. Ronan stood from his chair, breathing a tired sigh. He was expecting word from his son, Reid, who was training in the capitol.
He slowly untied the ribbon, dropping the scroll into his hand. The raven gave another sqwuak and lifted itself, moving towards the south. Ronan's steady fingers unfolded the rolled paper, looking at the words carefully. His eyes went wide and he called for his family.
They all stood in the courtyard of the castle, under large trees, small leaves budding from each branch. Ronan stared at his one remaining child, then at his wife. "I will go with your mother to King's Landing, to celebrate the new king." he addressed his daughter, Eanwyn tapping lightly on her arm. She nodded, looking sad. "We will return in a few weeks - I expect that Eanwyn will take good care of you in that time." More tapping. Ronan knelt down, taking his daughters small, youthful hands into his large, weathered hands and looking her in the eyes. "Be good... I do not want to be with that child king any more than you want me gone." he said quietly, waiting for the tapping to finish, "And I will be home as soon as I can."
They boarded the carriage, destined for King's Landing. Hadley stood at the gate, waving slowly to them, tightly gripping Eanwyn's hand.
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Post by mrimatool on Apr 20, 2014 8:44:14 GMT
"Theon you bloody pig! Hahahaha!" Mikal's voice boomed and ricocheted off of the mountains of the moon, as his ten guards, two knights, squire and steward moved along the stony pathway, all mounted.
"I bent her right over that table Mikal! Hahahaha poor wench loved it so much she tore chunks out of the wood!" Said Ser Gadwik, laughing as he rode.
"M'lord! Incoming party!" Said Tommen Stone, Mikal's steward. In the distance was a huge structure seated in the middle of an empty valley, that structure was the Eyrie, the seat of the Arryn's of the Vale. On a small road to the Eyrie were twenty or so suited soldiers all mounted on brave steeds, as they trotted towards Mikal's party his men drew their blades, Mikal gave a wave of his hand to them and said "Knights of the Vale.." Mikal's men were quick to sheath after that.
"Lord Highever!? I recognize your sigil." Said the leading knight in a country accent. "Aye it's me. Ser Vardis?" Mikal said, watching the mounted soldiers arrive at his party. Mikal's eyes darted to the young man next to Vardis, "Aerin!?" Mikal said as he dropped off his horse in s hurry, the boy who was no doubt Mikal's son hopped from his horse and embraced his father. Aerin was nineteen and almost a man grown, he didn't have Mikal's beard, but he wore a chiseled jaw and dirty brown hair like Mikal in his youth.
The knight known as Ser Vardis nodded at the lord, "Come my Lord, Lord Arryn is awaiting you."
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Post by subdigital on Apr 20, 2014 16:09:37 GMT
Seth Epidar walked out of the keep with a small group of guards and his son saddled up on there horses, the supllies and other equipment all stowed away on each of the two carriages going with the party. Just as the party was leaving the gates a shout was heard comming from a man running towards the lord. He was holding a letter, clearly an important one that had just arrived. After untying it he quickly noticed the seal of one of his bannerlords, House Septhil. After reading the letter he gave a small nod. On the main road from Winterfell the party would pass by the Septhil land anyway, it would seem fitting to bring a lord willing to go rather than forcing one. The Epidars master at arms, Franco, was also with the party. As Seth's right hand man for the journey he was to oversee all the guards going on the trip as well as to make sure Isaak's sword lessons continued. Epidars are commonly known as masters of the bow but that dosent stop any of them from learning how to fight with a sword. "Dad, is it true you can hit a man from any distance even in the rain?" Isaak asked just before the party reached Greywater Watch. A small chuckle came from the lord as he looked back at his eldest son, "Franco telling you stories again lad?" "Not stories if they are true m'lord" The guardsman said back. "My Lord! The gates are opening, Lord Septhil's banner flies above the men." The two parties merged as both lords moved to the front of there groups to greet one another. Seth looked over his bannerlord and Aenar stood up straight on his horse looking at his sworn leader. This went on for a few minutes until Seth gave a smile and a reassuring nod. "Happy to have you in my company on the way to the capitol Lord Septhil." Seth said as the greeting was returned by the other man. A small conversation occurred and the party made haste to make sure no time was lost on there way to the capitol.
OOC: Okay, did this on me phone so if it looks like shit I will fix it later . Also! Those who have to post...well post. Give it one or maybe two more posts and we will all arive at the capitol (at different times of course). My entire family list will go up soon, since I'm on my phone google docs dosent wana work so I cant copy and past them yet (stupid Iphones). Other then that, I like what I see you guys are doing great!!! EDIT! Putting in my family tree and stuff here now! {Spoiler} The Epidar family traces back many generations. Many of the family served in wars for lords and other great houses hundreds of years ago as they slowly began to gain land for themselves. Great ancestors of the Epidar used the Eagle to represent the family's sigil. Many members of the family used the bow as there preffered choice of weapon so it is only fitting that there words would be, "Aim for high things'. Most members of the family are seen as people rich with determination and conviction, willing to do what they must to achieve there goals. Most would like to believe all children born into this family are "Eagled Eyed" due to the known skill and preception the family possesses. Seth Epidar - The current High Lord of the North uses the Keep of Winterfell as his current capitol. Black of head with a goatee around his mouth, his hair is cut just bellow the ears. His build is that of most northern men, lean and strong. Also a skilled military commander on the field of battle who would rather lead from behind to make sure he has a clear sight of the battlefield. When he does enter the battle it is commonly as an archer, using his longbow known as Viper and the arrows known as sting. Some call him the "Winged Fighter" for his use of the bow and also his battlefield management skills that would make it seem as though he were looking over the entire land as a bird. He is 36 years of age and will very often make it a point to put other archers to shame with his skill. This is of course not to say that he is not skilled in swordplay, but it is most certainly not his first choice. Hannan Epidar - The Wife of Seth Epidar comes from a family of another Northern lord. As much of as it may have been a marriage of convenience it is not to say that both Seth and Hannan dont enjoy eachothers company. Both come from very wealthy family's and could have very easily chosen a different partner. Maybe they do not love one another but they do not hate each other or wish to never be around them. Having not had any known affairs on eaither side the two do respect each other greatly. Armonno Epidar - The youngest of the three children. Armonno is 9 years of age and looks strikingly similar to his father. A normal son of any High Lord. The family felt that it would be best to groom him for politics and other jobs of that sort since he is a very outspoken child. Hilda Epidar - Seths 13 year old daughter. She has brown hair and looks similar to her mother Hannan. At a young age she was out walking along the outside of the keep and stumbled down a hill twisting her ankle rather badly. She has recovered but there is still a slight limp when she walks and if too much pressure is put on the right leg she will begin to feel pain. Isaak Epidar - A 18 year old son of Seth. As the oldest child he is the heir to the Epidar house. For a 18 year old man he has a very strong build and shows it off greatly when he spars with his two handed greatsword. As of fammily tradition he is also very skilled in ranged combat. Talent with the bow was clearly seen but Isaak found great curiosity at a traveling fair when he was a man knife throwing. As a substitute for not wishing to use a bow he opted to make throwing daggers his weapon of choice for distance and had the family smithy make him weighted dagers along with a bandoleer to hold them in.
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Post by Dalekfodder on Apr 20, 2014 16:56:29 GMT
As his lord nodded at him, he nodded back, barking an order, "Rest for ten minutes, I want everyone back here in ten minutes!" he dismounted his horse, leaving it to the stablemaster before he walked to the keep.
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Post by subdigital on Apr 20, 2014 23:58:56 GMT
((Edited me post, now has my family tree and family descriptions! Woot!))
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Post by mrimatool on Apr 21, 2014 10:26:48 GMT
"Eon Hunter is not a man to cross, my Lord..." Yohn Royce quickly spoke as Lord Arryn gave his proposal.
"Yohn my old friend....I value your advice but if what Mikal says is true, I have no choice...when we arrive at Kings landing...I will inform the king, and Twyin...hopefully they'll listen, with them behind us, he'll have no other options." The old Lord Arryn said in his usual raspy tone.
Mikal, Yohn, Jon and Vardis Egan were the only men in the Lord's personal chambers. Mikal and the other two lords were sat around the small oak table in the corner of the room and the knight guarded the door. Arryn's chambers had high ceilings and stone walls with engravings that dated back before the first Arryn king.
Mikal let out a sigh as he clenched his fist, "Slave trade is illegal...punishable by death Royce, Hunter makes deals with the Yunkish and expects us to ignore them!? I will take his head myself!"
"Now now Mikal...calm down." The old lord said in a patient tone, he had grown used to Mikal's hot headedness and was one of the few men Mikal would listen to.
"Yes m'lord, but surely we won't need Twyin's army...Warden of the West or no...it'd take too long to get 'ere, let me gather an army sir, 'is knights will obey your commands.." Mikal said, calmly.
"Hmm...very well, but not now, the king requires our oaths, and he shall get them, now both of you leave me.. Ser Vardis?" Jon Arryn said, his tone tiring.
"Yes my Lord..?"
"Send Lysa in"
Mikal and Yohn left at a slow pace, both worn by the thoughts of war with their own kin.
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Post by farcry11 on Apr 22, 2014 1:39:54 GMT
Torin Grenall reclined slightly in his chair of carved ironwood, looking over the letter with a somber sort of sadness in his eyes. King Raenyr lay dead and cold in the Royal crypt now- but in life, he had been as good a king as any man could ask for. House Grenall had always been totally and completely loyal to the Raenyrs- and Torin had carried on that tradition. The King and the Lord had been good friends even in their youth, and had often shared many a jest and laugh- though those days were long past, merriment replaced by honor and duty. Rising from his chair, he put on a determined face- looking rather regal, with his strong, bearded jaw and sharp eyes. He called upon his Maester, and arrangements to travel to Kings Landing on the morrow were drawn up. Torin, his wife, and their trueborn son Daerin would make the journey. Grant and Garin- two lifelong friends- would remain behind to represent his lordship in Sunspear while he was away at the Capitol.
Torin had set a very clear goal- he would not yet the young King fall in to the hands of his less loyal subjects. Kings Landing had always been a nest of vipers- Lords of the Reach, and the West, the Vale and the North- all pulling and prying and pleading to their favor. Not Dorne, however- they served the Raenyr line more truly than any people in the Seven Kingdoms. Torin would instruct the boy, teach him how to be fair, just, and honorable- and, more importantly, keep him from being corrupted by the other lords. He knew dissent was brewing, and with any luck, he would put a stop to it.
"Daerin! Bring me Faithkeeper," Torin commanded, as he tied his cloak over his lordly garb. The cloak was of Tan and Brown Checkers, with a sand-red Viper in the middle- The Red Viper was the Sigil of house Grenall, and Tan and Brown their colors. Daerin stepped lively to his father's command, quickly rushing out of the room and returning soon after with Faithkeeper. The Valyrian steel longsword was already sheathed, in it's usual leather and snakeskin scabbard. Torin took the blade and clasped it to his belt, then patted his son on the shoulder. "Thank you, Daerin. Have you made ready?", he asked. "Yes, father," Daerin replied. Nodding, Torin walked out of his chambers and down the twisting hallways of Sunspear. Soon, he made his way out in to the yard, and went to the stables to mount his horse. Daerin did the same, and they began to trot out of their fortress. Looking behind him as he passed the threshold of the gate, Torin saw both of his sons- Grant and Garin- waving to him from the battlements. He waved back, briefly, then turned away.
By the time father and son arrived at the docks, Lady Daena was already there. She had organized the servant well, and the last of the cargo, luggage, and other supplies had already been loaded on to their ship- a great dromond called Dornish Wind. Torin and Daerin dismounted, handing over their horses to a few servants- they would see them back to the fortress. Kissing his wife on the cheek, Torin led his son and Daena to the ship. Also boarding the ship was Torin's entourage- 24 well armed Dornish knights, and 24 servants.
With good winds, the Dornish Wind would arrive in King's Landing before any of the other lords had made it there- perhaps in 1 & 1/2 weeks.
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Post by subdigital on Apr 24, 2014 0:25:08 GMT
OOC : Alright, just going to get along with this here. Those who still gota post just jump in when you get time.
{House Grenall}The winds have blown true in just the derection needed to move the ship towards Kings Landing at haste. Arriving in only 6 days since the ship set off. The voyage gave nice pleasent weather all along the ride, a storm was seen in the distance but it never hit the ship to impact her journey. Pulling into the harbor the sailors quickly set up the ship allowing their lord to walk onto the pier. On shore a greeting party eagerly awaited Lord Grenall with the young king Jason at the front of the pary. His council members behind him with a small detachment of guards placed around the area as well. A rather large man stood next to the king, in all white armor with a cape on his back. Clearly a member of the Kingsguard, on this mans back was a large two handed blade that looked to be even bigger than the king himself. When Lord Grenall walked up to the greeting party the king gave a small, respectfull bow to the Lord. "Welcome, Lord Grenall, high lord of Dorne! I hope you had a safe journey and one again extend my welcome to Kings Landing. You have arrived ahead of schedule so your estate is not fully finished at the moment but I assure you that by the time of night your rooms shall be ready." Jason said with a smile, clearly interested at seeing the first of the lords to accept his invitation. After speaking with the Lord on a few more subjects the Kingsguard leaned in and whispered something into his ear. Jason gave a quick glance to one of his council members. The man nodded and Jason noded back. "Excuse me my lord. But it would seem that there is still more work to be done, as I said you arrived ahead of schedule. Forgive me for not taking more time to speak, if you will join me for dinner tonight I would be more than happy to talk more." With that the king and his Guard walked back into the castle. A servent man dressed in fine black leather clothing walked up to Torin, "M'lord, I can escort you to your estate if you will follow me please."
{The lords of the Vale}Having arrived in Kings Landing just a few days after the Dornish lord the King and his greeting party had another greating party ready, this time much more prepared. A entire band was playing music with flags placed along the road and many other attractions. Women with flowers filled the sides of the road itching to get a look at the men arriving. Some of the women even threw a few of the roses at the men to catch, men of the vale were not commonly seen in the Crownlands, or the woman may simply have been bought by the king to make the Knights feel welcomed. Jason stood at the gates of Kings Landing with his council men behind him, and a Kingsguard standing to his side. "Welcome to the Capitol, Lords of The Vale!" At this the council members clapped along with the crowd of peasent woman and men. A respectfull bow was given to Lord Arryn. "I know you and my father were close, I also thank you for your help in pprotecting the realm as he ruled, its appreciated. For your effort, allow me to welcome you as a highly honored guest of the king! To you, and your men." Jason tilted his head to the party that Lord Arryn brought with him. As the two began talking some of the women walked up to the knights, striking up conversation with them. As Jason and the High Lord were speaking the Guardsman tapped Jason on the shoulder. Mikal was in just the right place in order to hear a piece of what was said, "My Lord, a raven. From the east, its them." The kings face turned serious as he leaned back to whisper something to his guard. After he turned back to Arryn with a smile, "If you will excuse me, I do have other work that needs to be done today, we will talk tomorrow Lord Arryn." A servent man dressed in fine blue leather clothing walked up to the men, "M'lord, I can escort you to your estate if you will follow me please."
{Lords of The North}The trip on the kings road was most uneventful. Stops here and there at different castles, tavers and towns were common on the way which led to the northern lords to arrive five days after the Lords of the Vale but still on time. Along the road a woman was found sleeping in Lord Isaak's tent with him. She woke up with next to no clothes on running out of the tent. Most of the men got a good laugh out of the event. Lord Epidar rode closely to Aenar for much of the trip. The two disused many things on the journey, discussion between lords and there bannermen are common in the north but not at such a frequency that Seth would like. He did not have the same level of people management as his father did. After walking in through the gates a crowd was already waiting for the northern men. King Jason along with the members of his council were in the front. A small army of peasent filled a semi circle around the front of the northern lords. Seth rode up to the King and got off his horse, taking a knee he waited till the rest of his party did the same. "Your grace, it is an honor to meet you." The king gestured for the men to rise and gave a small and respectful bow to the tired party. "I welcome all of you to the capitol! Please, enjoy yourselves. The festivities start tomorrow when the sun is highest in the sky. I hope all of you will be willing to attend, we have out much work into this." At this point a kings guard walked up to the king and whispered something in his ear. Lord Aenar was just in range to make out some of the conversation. "Your grace, it seems that a few members of House - " A few peasent women gave a loud shreik as one of the northern men told a joke to them, his gigantic laugh echoed off the walls. "I have sent a few men to clear the situation your grace but we need to discus the events of -" Jason nodded and turned back to Seth. "If you will forgive me Lord Epidar, but I must be off. Tomorrow we will speak." The king gave a smile and with that walked off. A servent man dressed in fine leather clothing walked up to Seth, "M'lord, I can escort you to your estate if you will follow me please."
{Lord Durham} Lord Durham and his wife arrived in Kings Landing just as at the time they had expected. Great weather made for a very entertaining journey to the capitol. Once within eye sight of the gates a royal escourt arrived from the City to escort the party to the city square were a greeting party was set. King Jason stood in his royal attire eagerly awaiting the lord of the Riverlands. Once the husband and wife exeted there carriage the King began to speak. "Welcome! To the Capitol, let me be the first to say what an honor it is for having you inside our great walls. Your estate is ready as of now and I hope you all enjoy what we have done for you." The King gave a small conversation with Lord Durham untill he was cut off by his Guardsman informing him of a small argument going on inside the castle. "I'm sorry my lord, but if you will excuse me I have a matter to deal with. However, you may join me for dinner tonight and we can speake more then" Jason gave a pleasent smile along with a respectfull bow and exited the square. A servent man dressed in fine green leather clothing walked up to Durham, "M'lord, I can escort you to your estate if you will follow me please."
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Post by subdigital on Apr 24, 2014 0:38:02 GMT
((FOROGT ABOUT SPHERES CHAR! Edited to fix that little mess up.))
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Post by mrimatool on Apr 24, 2014 11:08:27 GMT
Mikal's face was red with anger as he swung the axe, the orange cloaked man parried deftly but found himself on the receiving end of Mikal's full attack. The shield dented against the blows of Goldstone.
Goldstone, the axe that Jon Arryn had commissioned for Mikal as a reward for his service against the mountain clans of the vale, the shaft its self was a steel one, the pommel was brass and smithed in the likeness of a wheat bushel, it clasped onto the handle as tight as possible. The actual axe head was one sided with a curved blade with a small spike jutting out from the backhand.
Mikal drove the oddly shaped pommel into the gut of the man, the knight retched, struggling for his breath, but as he recovered Mikal's axe struck his calf tearing flesh and bone.
Mikal took a step back and chuckled, "Well fought!" The man fell to the ground in his armor and Mikal called over the man's squire, "Help him to the maester, quickly lad!"
Mikal removed his Helmet and walked out of the dueling ring, he sauntered drunkenly over to Arryn and took a seat at the Lord's table.
"Still as strong as an ox I see.." Jon said, sighing slightly.
"Aye!" Mikal responded, "Damn knights thinking they can beat a bloody Lowly Lord like me!" Mikal chuckled in the sun watching the other men train.
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Post by F_sphere on Apr 24, 2014 22:57:14 GMT
Lord Ronan and his Lady followed the servant in green. He led them through dimly-lit hallways, with walls of cold stone, decorated in elaborate carvings, paintings, and candles. After a few minutes of silent following, they arrived at a small wooden door, with dark iron hinges and a brass handle in the shape of a lion. The servant's hand quickly grasped the latch, and the door gave a click, allowing the servant to push it open and reveal the room.
Many large windows made the space very sunny. In the middle of the spacious room was a large bed. Its ends, made of a strong ebony wood curled at the tips. On either was was a small night stand of matching wood. Strewn around the room were chairs and a sofa of varying sizes; a chamber pot and a wash basin took up the far corner. The wall opposite the bed was covered by giant clear windows, each bordered by a white, gold-edged curtain, rising from the floor to near the high ceiling.
"It is beautiful..." Lady Audrey said, taking a few steps past the servant and inside the room.
"His Grace, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm, keeps high standards for his guests of honour. He assures that any and all amenities required will be provided as requested." the servant replies, speaking the King's titles quickly and effortlessly.
Lord Ronan gave a terse dismissal. "We will be well-kept, thank you." The servant turned, shutting the door behind him with a heavy thud. Lady Audrey moved to the windows, her steps light and excited.
"Look at the view, Ronan! His Grace spares no expense in his guests." she said, turning her head and smiling brightly. The Lord was happy to see her in such a pleasurable state, and he too found himself beginning to beam in anticipation of the festivities, despite his weariness for the old King's untimely death.
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Post by farcry11 on Apr 25, 2014 3:24:43 GMT
Torin looked down from the window as the lordling Mikal battered one of the Grenall knights. Torin himself practiced but rarely now, seeing no reason to- he knew he was a masterful swordsman, and had no further need for the drudgery of the training yard.
He rather disliked this man Mikal. A lord, be he high or low, should always comport himself with honor, civility, and respect. This man acted almost as coarsely as a common hedge knight- drinking, fighting, and fucking as he pleased.
Torin grimaced as his knight was driven backwards and smashed in the leg with the axe. By rights, the Vale lord should have given him time to stand, but he gave the Dornish knight no such honor. Grenall watched as his knight was helped away, and the lordling staggered drunkenly back to Arryn's table.
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Post by mrimatool on Apr 25, 2014 11:46:00 GMT
Aerin watched the knight's battle with shield and sword, one would strike, be parried or blocked then would take up a defensive stance, to receive the same attacks.
Aerin had been left behind in the Eyrie, while a ward to Jon Arryn and Squire to Ser Vardis Egan, he was still Mikal's son, and Mikal was a very protective father who pleaded with Jon to leave Aerin behind.
Aerin liked the Eyrie, as the Warden of the east's keep it was the frequent stop to Lords and Ladies, knights, foreign dignitaries and of course his own dear father.
"Bravo!" Lysa shouted. Lysa was Jon Arryn's wife and one of the few Tully's left in Westeros, she had one son, but he had grown weak recently and the Lord Arryn had been reluctant to let him out of the Maester's chamber's.
The knights took a knee and bowed to their lady, both clad in exquisite steel plate, but before the Lady could speak a horn was blown, Aerin froze, he knew the sound of this horn well. He grabbed his sword and took position next to the Lady Tully. "My lady, you must get to saf-" before Aerin could finish three men burst through the door, all wearing the proud sigil of House Hunter, behind them was Eon Hunter, also known as the 'Old Lord Hunter' due to his age. Aerin smiled and took his hand off of his blade.
"My lady Arryn! The mountain clans have grown bold! They attacked us before we got to the mount, we fell back but they ransacked the other keeps and we barely made it out alive!" As the old lord spoke guards clad in House Hunter armor poured through the gates, closing them on their way through.
"Where's Jon?" The lord asked.
"Left for the capital two weeks past." The red headed lady responded.
The old lord muttered something under his breath and nodded. In an instant the Hunter men were on Lysa's guards, it only took a moment for their armor to be pierced and their lives to be taken by Hunter spears. Aerin drew his sword, but it was too late Lady Arryn was dead...her crimson blood painted the old weirwood throne and dripped onto the marble floor.
"Find the boy!" The Old Lord Commanded. Aerin a man grown now, knew they were talking about Robert Arryn, as Aerin turned to the door a spear was thrust in his way, Aerin's longsword was nothing special but it was castle forged and quite effective, with a twist of his arm the sword was at the spearman's hand and Aerin sliced, removing it from the limb. It was the first time Aerin had a cut a man, but if he wanted to live long enough to do it again, he'd need to run....
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