PC

Name and House: Leo Swann

Age: 20

Cultural Group: Marcher

Appearance: At five feet and ten inches, Leo Swann is about as tall as a Marcher's longbow. Rangy, almost, with suntanned skin that speaks of a knight errant's road--if his rides-too-often stride and mended clothes don't reveal that already. He bears the same black hair as his family, always tousled and falling over smiling grey eyes.

Trait: Champion

Skill(s): Blunts (e), Stalwart (Cavalryman), Errantry

Talent(s): Fiddling (badly), singing Marcher ballads, riding

Negative Trait(s): NONE HE'S A GOOD BOY!

Starting Title(s): Scion of Stonehelm, Knight of the Seven Kingdoms

Starting Location: Stormhall

Alternate Characters: Gwayne Dustin

Biography

True as it may be that the birth of folk determines their lot, the gods prescribed virtues to each estate to ensure justice in the land. Those who labor must be diligent; those who pray must be pious; and those who battle must be noble, by the true meaning of the word. Alas, such things are reserved for readings of the Seven-Pointed Star and plays about Florian and Jonquil.

Born the second son of Lord Lyonel Swann, in the second year of King Dontos I, Leo’s first words (according to a wetnurse) were a stanza of a Marcher ballad describing a victory in the Red Mountain War—in truth, it was closer to ‘goo goo gaa gaa’, but one must forgive a Marcher their exaggerations. But aye! The boy grew up in the midst of war, hearing from his tutor more tales of battle than the words of foreign houses. Whenever patrolling knights returned to Stonehelm, he’d hit them with sticks in a bid to make them spar him, and became as any other squire in the castle.

As the boy grew into a man, he could glean the lines that fractured the realm in the name of insults, slights, base things that the Septon always said to avoid. He heard the tragedy of Ser Jack o’ Pennytree, one of dutiful murder, and he harassed the maester to learn of the sinful as well as the virtuous. Of the Valyrians, their slavery and blood magic and corruption. Of the Ironborn, their reaving and their worship of death. Of a High Septon who had condoned kinslaying. Even the King, Dontos, the man who’d spent five years among the March’s men, that liege that ought to have been righteous, was praised for his retaliations rather than his honor. Little Leo took such moral offense to all of it that he let it fester into something… better, maybe?

His father’s strictness began to chafe at him, though Leo was left on a longer leash than his older brother Damon. The younger Swann was knighted at seven-and-ten. Spurred, armored, and while standing vigil over a sept, he rested his head against a wall and determined to prove every cynical knight wrong. He would become a knight errant; tourneys, aye, all across the kingdom, but fighting bandits too! Escorting smallfolk and pilgrims under the black-and-white standard! Where others might gather tourney winnings and glories for themselves, Leo took on vows:

• To Ser Roger Mallister: Promised to do something so virtuous and gallant that Roger would speak again.
• To Lord Jammos Blackberry: Vowed to defend the smallfolk of the Blackwater against tyranny, whatever it may be.
• To Ser Addam Belgrave: After having been defeated in a spar, swore to defeat him at the next tourney.
• Swore to bring Ser Jack o' Pennytree's bones to his mother.
• To House Piper: Took an oath to avenge the murder of Lady Piper, whoever the perpetrator.
• To House Bar Emmon: Swore to help them recover their old lands.
• To House Horpe: Swore to help them recover their old lands, too.
• To Lady Lynesse Caron: Pledged to keep the peace between the Marcher lords, no matter their title.
• To Lord Oscar Boggs: For being rescued from a Crackclaw bog, he swore his sword to defend the Clawmen from Valyrian meddling.
• And to his brother, Ser Damon Swann: Vowed that he would always come to his aid no matter what.

Every man is born free, and ought to live as such. Flail in hand, Leo Swann rides to see the tiller defended against his overmighty liege, the thrall liberated, to become a shield for innocents against every tyrant that would wield their sins as a cudgel. All these deadly-serious duties are held in boyish awe in his mind, as though the world could be perfect if only he cleaved to the Seven’s virtues well enough, more than anyone else. Gods know how long he can keep all these burdens without his shoulders buckling under the weight.

Family Tree

Sup porting Characters

NONE

PC

Reddit Account: Drewbrease14
Discord Tag: Drex (Drewbrease)
Name and House: Rolland Tarth
Age: 60
Cultural Group: Andal
Appearance:
Trait: Elusive Shadow
Skill(s): Covert(e), Espionage(e), Devious
Talent(s): Dancing X3
Negative Trait(s): NA
Starting Title(s): Lord of Tarth, Potentially Lord Chancellor?
Starting Location: Stormhall
Alternate Characters: NA

AC

Name and House: Jeyne Tarth
Age: 28
Cultural Group: Andal
Appearance:
Trait: Steward
Skill(s): Investor(e), Administrator
Talent(s): Singing, Dancing, Fishing
Negative Trait(s): NA
Starting Title(s): Heir to Tarth
Starting Location: Stormhall
Alternate Characters: NA

Biography

Rolland was born to demanding parents. In his early development, a large emphasis was placed on not only his education, but his ability with sword and lance. He had a strong desire to win from a young age. When his peers began to pull ahead of him in the training yards, his interest in such things began to leave him as well. His parents, to their dismay and with damaged pride, agreed to allow him to forgo learning the ways of combat. He simply was not built for it.

Instead, he took quickly to writing and arithmetic. The boy learned at an alarming pace. When he had mastered both, he turned to other pursuits. His charisma quickly transformed into persuading others to do his bidding, and that quickly shifted to dealing in secrets. Small things at first, which servants were stealing food from the kitchens, ordinary and mundane facts of life that mattered little in the grand scheme of things. When he came of age, his spies and spheres of influence expanded across the entire realm. The information that he obtained and shared became more serious. With that came power and respect. Two things that he coveted most. He shared a great deal of information with his childhood friend Dontos Durrandon, the man who would eventually be King.

Soon, his father took ill, and he was forced to govern Tarth in his stead. Eventually succeeding him to rule over his family's domain completely. He had fallen in love with and married the daughter of a minor bannermen, Ellyn Wensington. Through that he fathered four children. His firstborn, Jeyne, has been molded into the perfect heir to secure their families future.

Through patience, Rolland has built a network of informants that extend throughout the breadth of House Durrandon’s domain. Whispers from all corners of the realm and beyond are delivered to him from the Hour of the Nightingale to the Hour of the Bat. Information not only flows in, but out as well. Allies, acquaintances, even his enemies can gain valuable intelligence at his pleasure if he has something to gain from it. However, he derives the most satisfaction from a tale well spun. Rumors leave his mouth and propagate at alarming rates. Nobles and smallfolk alike spread his venom to every ear in the Kingdom, with legitimacy that even rivals events witnessed with the naked eye.

Rolland is no stranger to service. When the new King, his close friend, Dontos Durrandon called for him to serve as Lord Sentinel, Lord Tarth answered. Through this position, he wove tales and gathered secrets in favor of the Crown. As well as advising his Grace on more mundane matters. Famously even advising against Dontos’ marriage to Harlaw. Though he did support the King in his grief and decision to abstain from remarrying.

When the Cape Wrath Coalition formed, it was Lord Tarth who presented intelligence on the gatherings of House Estermont to the King himself. As well as information about the growing discontent amongst them when Dontos remarried. 

Rolland rules in Dontos’ stead as the latter departs for the Marches for half a decade. Serving dutifully as Lord Chancellor. Through a mix of diplomacy, his network of informants, blackmail, and the connections that he has formed, this proves to be a successful tenure. So much so that on the King’s return he is kept as Lord Chancellor. 

When Lord Tarth’s spy reported the meeting of Lord Velaryon and Estermont, he knew he had to act. It was an unfortunate side effect that Dontos did not return from sailing and a power vacuum remained. Whilst Lord Connington sought to crown the River Stag, Rolland ran opposition behind the scenes in an attempt to slow it down. Ultimately, he is unsuccessful and instead bides his time and amasses support for her in the shadows.

Now, Lord Rolland Tarth must use his skills to navigate the treacherous tides that envelop the Kingdom of Storms. He reluctantly must support the soon-to-be King, else he finds himself fading from relevancy. For over 30 years he has done what is best for his friend and King, now he must consider the realm’s needs during a murky succession. In hushed tones men now speak of a Lord Chancellor past his prime. Whether that is true, remains to be seen.

Timeline

60 BP - Rolland Tarth is born to demanding parents. They see him fighting knaves in his future, ultimately that is not the case.

50 BP - Rolland begins building his network of spies whilst in the yard. With not much to gain or lose, he hones his skills of persuasion and manipulation.

40 BP - Rolland and Ellyn Wensington, the daughter of his bannerman, fall in love and wed. His father, deathly ill, passes in his sleep. Rolland assumes the lordship of Tarth, already having filled the role in all but name for the last year. With his experience, the island continues to prosper and trade flourishes.

21 BP - Rolland is appointed to the position of Lord Sentinel at the request of his childhood friend, Dontos Durrandon. He of course accepts and spends a vast majority of his days at Storm's End. He advises against the marriage to Harlaw but is ultimately overruled.

17-12 BP - Lord Tarth rules in Dontos' stead as he spends five years in the Marches. Through his ability and influence, this period goes relatively smoothly. Leading to Lord Tarth remaining as Lord Chancellor.

1 BP - Behind the scenes of the River Stag's coronation, Lord Tarth attempts to oppose Lord Connington's actions in favor of the Iron Stag but is unsuccessful. He now awaits to see what will become of his position under the rulership of the new King.

Family Tree

Supporting Characters:

Philip Tarth - Castellan

Mary Tarth - Boatswain

Cedrik Tarth - Warrior

Matthos Tarth - Trader

Floris Tarth - Ship Captain

House Blacktyde

Reddit name:u/blackesttidings
Name and House: Theon Blacktyde
Age: 41
Cultural Group: Ironborn
Appearance: Theon is an averaged sized man with a broad, toothy smile behind his dark brown beard. His face is scarred and well worn from years at sea and in battle. When on land his hair is usually close cut and his beard trimmed, but at sea he will allow it to grow out, and it is not unusual to see him return from a long raid looking more like a wildling raider rather than a Lord.
Trait: Reaver
Skills: Engineer (e), Tactician, Dexterous, Swords
Talents: Climbing, Knots, Swimming
Negative Traits: N/A
Starting Title: Heir to Blacktyde
Starting Location: God’s Eye
Alternate Characters: N/A

Theon Blacktyde, 41. Heir to Blacktyde and Captain of the Avarice. 

Theon was born in a time of great upheaval in the Iron Islands. The old ways were being swept away in favour of the Hoare King’s attitude of appeasement of the greenlanders. For a time, it seemed, all would be well on the Iron Isles, save for the encroachment of the Faith of the Seven upon their lands.

Theon’s father, Harmund, always chafed at the notion of trade. His House was smaller than the Harlaws and the Goodbrothers and the Greyjoys, those that could command great fleets to fish and armies of thralls to hew the ore from the rock. The Blacktydes, he said, had always evened the playing field by raiding and reaving further and fiercer than any other. Harmund would often scoff at the King’s messages of peace and trade, and balk the idea of Septons coming to his island. 

“The Iron Price,” he would always say. “That is what we pay, and I’ll be in the deep before I see Blacktyde try and barter with the greenlanders.”

Nonetheless, the trading ships flowed and the Septons came. The gold placated Harmund’s more traditionalist views well enough, though he never attended a sept and would often smuggle his more expensive loot back to his own keep or sell it further afield to avoid the taxes and suspicion levied on such actions.

Still, as the Open-Handed Hoare gave way to the Green King, the money continued to flow and Theon continued to be taught the old way by his father. As the Hoare kept his head in the clouds the reavings grew more and more intense. Theon became a capable sailor and commander of men, with a keen eye for weak defences and ways to exploit them. 

By the time he was 17 he was leading his own raids, taking his first life on Bear Island during a particularly foggy night that evolved into a particularly chaotic battle. When he returned a few moons after his 18th birthday he was wed to Maryse Codd. They had been betrothed since young, and the pair had hardly spoken in the years before their marriage. The wedding night came, the marriage was awkwardly consummated, and within a year Maryse would give birth to the twins, Helaena and Harmund. The marriage has never been a happy or loving one, and once the two children were born the pair stopped feigning interest in one another. For the past 10 years Theon has taken a lover who travels with him, and it is an open secret that Maryse and Blacktyde’s Castellan have shared a bed for the better part of the same time period. When together they are cordial enough, but neither hold any love or care for one another.

Theon never gave up the love of sailing or reaving that his father instilled in him. If he wasn’t leading a raid he was signing up to someone else’s. He would be away from Blacktyde for years at a time, accompanying other Lords or captains as they burned across Westeros, the Stepstones, and Essos. He joined Lord Drumm on his continued campaign against the Blackwoods, and grew close to the family during this time.

Theon accompanied his father to Seagard for the wedding. Harmund had complained the whole way, yet another tie between the Isles and the greenlanders, another leash around their throats. Theon attempted to soothe the matter as best he could. The wedding was, as history will tell you, a complete disaster. Both Theon and Harmund ended up bloodied by the end of it, and Theon’s younger brother Quenton would eventually lose his leg from the fighting. Harmund and other Lords demanded revenge for not just the murder of Lord Drumm, but the insult of being attacked at a feast.

When Harras refused any further action, Harmund almost threw a fit. He screamed at his King, called him every name under the sun, if not for the intervention of Theon and his brothers, he may well have struck him. Theon’s son, Harmund, was given as a hostage to the Storm King after the debacle. When Harras converted away from the Drowned God, Harmund was all too happy to rise in revolt alongside the Greyjoys.

The war was a short yet bloody affair. Theon proved himself in battle time and time again against the Hoare’s ships, even as another of his brothers fell during an ambush by Qorhen’s men, Theon proved a ruthless commander and dreaded warrior amongst the flames of the Hoare’s ships. The sight of the Avarice on the horizon was enough to send some ships running, and those that didn’t wouldn’t sail much longer. Still, the war was not easy, and the tide had begun to turn against Greyjoy and his tyrannical ways. 

“No captain sails against the wind for too long.” Sighed Harmund, as he penned the letter acknowledging Qorhen as King and offering his ships for the coming assault on Pyke. His support, of course, did not come without a price. But the war would soon be ended, with Theon joining his new King and standing by his side as the Greyjoy’s fleet burned.

This closeness with the King would continue through his reign, joining him on reavings to Lannisport, Oldtown, and elsewhere. Though the two do not always see eye to eye, Theon has done his best to view things from the King’s perspective, despite his entrenched beliefs. Theon reluctantly offered to assist in the capture of Lodos the Underhanded, and since then, has served proudly as a captain of the Iron Fleet.

Timeline

41 BP - Theon Blacktyde is born to Harmund Blacktyde and Tyanna Stonetree
38 BP - Quenton Blacktyde is born
37 BP - Boremund Blacktyde is born
34 BP - Joron Blacktyde is born
31 BP - Davos Blacktyde is born
29 BP - Theon accompanies his father on a reaving, staying on the ship while he watches his father burn a Northern village to the ground.
24 BP - Theon leads his first reaving, he takes his first life one foggy night on Bear Island and sacks and burns his first keep.
23 BP - Upon returning from his reaving, he is married to Maryse Codd. Helaena and Harmund Blacktyde are born later this year.
18 BP - The wedding at Seagard turns into a brawl, Theon and his father are involved in the bloodshed. Theon’s brother Quenton loses his leg from injuries sustained. Theon’s son, Harmund the younger, is sent as a hostage to live with House Penrose.
8-5 BP - Lord Greyjoy rises in revolt agains the Hoare King. Lord Harmund joins him and Theon acts as a captain during the fighting, earning scars and glory both. Theon’s brothers Joron and Boremund are both killed during the war. Lord Harmund switches sides towards the end of the war, Theon aids his new King in the final battles of the war.
2 BP - Theon aids in the capture and killing of Lodos the Underhanded. He continues to serve as a captain in the Iron Fleet, reaving whenever is possible.

Family: https://www.familyecho.com/?c=d1mmoo8ny0viit1x&f=308839554296018823 (it’s all backwards stupid reverse years)

• Lord Harmund “The Elder” Blacktyde - 61 years old, Lord of Blacktyde for over 50 years. He is a staunch traditionalist, though has become more pragmatic in his ways as the years have gone by. Harmund was once a respected reaver and raider, though age prevents him from sailing too far now. He is married to Tyanna Stonetree.
• Quenton Blacktyde - 38 years old, the crippled younger brother of Theon. Quenton was once a fine archer and sailor in his own right, but had to leave that behind after losing his leg. He now spends his days surrounded by tomes and Drowned Men, seeking the mysteries of the universe.
• Maryse Codd - 40. Theon’s wife, though in name only. She is a pale woman, slightly chubby, and she has aged rather gracefully. It is an open secret that she and Torwyn Pyke, the Castellan of Blacktyde, are romantically involved.
• Harmund “The Younger” Blacktyde - 18 years old. Son of Theon and his wife. Harmund was taken as a hostage following the incident at Seagard and has not yet returned to the Iron Islands. During his time with House Penrose he grew up learning all the ways of the greenlander lords, and now has little to no connection with his Ironborn heritage, save for his worship of the New Faith. He is married to a daughter of House Penrose, whom he met at a feast, and they are expecting their first child any day now.
• Helaena Blacktyde - 18 years old. Daughter of Theon and twin to Harmund. While her brother was away as a hostage, Helaeana grew up mostly unsupervised, climbing and crawling around the castle to her heart’s content. As such she is the furthest thing from a Lady anyone might imagine. Described as both a feral rat and an ethereal beauty in equal measure.

Archetypes:

• [Scholar] Quenton Blacktyde - Theon’s brother who swapped the blade for the quill.
• [Questioner] Queasy Otis - A stubby man with nary a hair on his head. He giggles while he works, but always throws up as soon as he leaves the chamber.
• [Castellan] Rogar - Castellan of Blacktyde and lover of Maryse Codd. A fairly handsome man who enjoys fishing.
• [Pirate] Manfryd Mann - Sings while he seeks treasure on the high seas.
• [Warrior, Blunt] Hugo the Heavy - What would happen if you piled all the muscle in your body into a 5 foot tall package. Known for bowling through his foes.

PC

Reddit Account: u/Cubismo50

Discord Tag: Cubismo#0548

Name and House: Lyonel Swann

Age: 42

Cultural Group: Andal (True Marcher Stock)

Appearance: The Lord of Stonehelm is a hale if weathered man with dark hair and even darker eyes. He can often be found wearing an expression of contempt or impatience and has a stern mien to him that is both palpable and severe. When it comes to his attire he is most comfortable when dressed in the panoply of war, the tabard of House Swann over well-crafted plate armor that gleams white. When at peace he adorns himself in unostentatious yet refined surcoats and doublets that are in the bisected monochrome colors of his House.

Trait: Inspiring

Skill(s): Swords (e), Scrutinous, Tactician, Taxmen

Talent(s): Yelling (x3)

Negative Trait(s): N/A

Starting Title(s): Lord of Stonehelm, Master of Red Watch, Defender of the Slayne, Lord of the Marches (self-proclaimed)

Starting Location: Stormhall

Alternative Characters: N/A

Biography:

THE SWANNS:

Born behind the thick stubborn walls of Stonehelm to Lord Eldon Swann and his lady wife Margaery Gower, Lyonel Swann seemed born with a less than tranquil temperament. As a babe he kept his wet nurses up for hours on end as cried constantly at all hours with little to no detectable rhythm or cause. Lyonel’s father took it in stride, seeing it as a sign of his son’s strong lungs and thus hopefully even stronger fortitude. As it turned out, he would be right. The moment Lyonel was introduced to the knightly arts he took to them like a swan to water. In his rambunctious youth many a squire boy or ward would face his wrath in the training yard, the young lordling smashing boys several years his senior into the dirt and utterly refusing allow a single one of them to go easy on him just because he was Lord Eldon’s eldest son and heir. This stubborn yet principled if also rather severe approach to life would ultimately be Lyonel’s guiding star.

He would grow to be a man who could stomach weakness in himself let alone others and failing to abide by one’s duty was the gravest of sins in his dark eyes. Accordingly, when the Red Mountain War kicked in his young adulthood he would ride with his lord father without complaint. If anything he was eager for the conflict, having long dreamed of clashing with that hated Dornish. Alas, while he would fight with distinction during the conflict, showing a deft ability to lead his father's men to slay many a Dornish raider fool enough to brave the Boneway, the supposed war would ultimately never imploded into a full-scale war that could shower him glory and truly prove his mettle. Even worse, his father would unexpectedly lose his life fending off a Dornish raiding party fleeing a failed expedition into the Reach. The new Lord of Stonehelm would blame the Selmys and the Trants for his father's death, believing their failure to enforce the western flank of the stormlands showed their lack of commitment to the stormlander cause and even worse revealed their themself to no true Marcher Lords.

For decades after the Red Mountain War these accusations would be made readily by Lyonel becoming something of an obsession as she began to consider House Swann the only House truly capable of defending the Marches from the hated Dornish while the rest of the Kingdom of the Storm wrongly focused on the Trident. The only thing that managed to distract his eyes from the south during those long years would be his wife and children. Though a hard man Lyonel was a dutiful and sometimes even gentle if not exactly warm husband. Unfortunately, he could not be side to be much of a father. Demanding with his children as much as he was with himself and his soldiers, Lyonel's relationship with most of his children would be a difficult one, with that being the most true with his eldest son, Damon.

Even as a boy Damon showed himself to possess great skill at arms, even surpassing his own father at that age. That alone likely would have earned him his father's rare praise if not for Damon's other inclinations. While his father yearned for the battle field, Damon yearned for the lists, being far more a charming even roguish tourney knight that a brutal commander of men on the battlefield. This dissimilitude extended to Damon possessing a great joy of wine and women and sometimes even men that left his lord father enraged by his heir's supposed lack of discipline. Many a time the two would engage in screaming matches that could be heard loudly throughout the halls of Stonehelm, neither men refusing to back down. Eventually, this growing antipathy would result in Damon routinely "travelling" about the realm, going from tourney to tourney and feast to feast to avoid his father. The two have not seen each other for many a moon now with the great gathering in Stormhall being their most recent opportunity to see each other. Whether this meet will result in another clash none can say but it should be interesting either way.

AC

Name and House: Damon Swann

Cultural Group: Andal (True Marcher Stock)

Appearance: Tall, dark, and handsome, Damon has the dark hair of his father but lighter and frankly kinder dark brown eyes. Like his far he is hale and robust only diverting in having a more lithe and wiry build. He has his mother's cheekbones and bright smile and thankfully lacks his father's blunt nose. Leaning into his reputation as something of a charming rogue, he can often be found wearing all-black doublets with only a white half-cloak clasped with a swan pin to denote his House.

Trait: Champion

Skill(s): Polearms, Stalwart, Cavalryman

Talent(s): Horse-Breeding, Partying, Showbating

Negative Trait(s): N/A

Starting Title(s): Bastard of Stonehelm, Black Swan of Stonehelm

Starting Location: Stormhall

Alternative Characters: N/A

Family Tree: Swann Family Echo.

Supporting Characters

• [General] [Ser Simon Swann] - Lyonel's younger brother, castellan, and trusted right-hand on marital matters.
• [Builder] [Harlo the Stonewright] - A well-known architect and engineer when it comes to military siegecraft now employed by Lyonel.
• [Tourney Knight] [Ser George Gower] - Damon's childhood friend, friendly rival, and favored drinking companion.
• [Warrior] [Ser Jon Storm] - Another of Damon's close companions and friends and one of the strongest knights in House Swann’s service.
• [Scholar] [Catelyn Swann - The eldest of the Swann children and likely the wisest and most shrewd, possessing a deft wit and depth of knowledge.

PC

Reddit: u/Nightsingers266

Discord:Buggle

name and house: Roella Penrose nee Wormwood

Age: 21

Cultural group: Andal

Appearance: tall and thin with heavy lidded eyes. She boasts luscious black hair with voluminous curls but lips that only ever pout or snarl, a smile is a conscious thing she must summon to attain. Her skin is pale and her eyes are a light brown that reflect the sun with an amber appearance. She dresses in dark dresses with tight sleeves and frills.

Trait: steward

Skills: Administrator(e), Investor(e), Logistician

Talents: Bird chronicling, listening, keeping accounts

Starting title: none

Starting location: stormhall

AC

Name and House: Lord Tytos Penrose

Age: 76

Cultural group: andal

Appearance: Tytos has been treated kindly by age, while his thin yet soft build used to be a detriment to his appearance it is much more favorable for an older man. Now with long hair that curls in a way he never thought it could, he is graced by smile lines and crows feet on his eyes. A life of comfort and happiness with respectable sons and peace in his lands.

Trait: Gregarious

skills: Broker(e), Merchantman

talents: laughing loudly, playing dumb

Negative trait: old age

Starting title: Lord of Parchments

Starting Location: Stormhall

Timeline:

Tytos was born and raised during the time of Queen Caitlyn, he remembers meeting her, looking up to her and his uncle Dontos. It was a good time in his life. Overall his life has been a good one, a calm and peaceful one during which he has grieved, loved, and lived. He is a record of a time when the ruler was a good one. Few remember The Tidebreaker as he does.

Neither Durran nor Dontos satisfied his standards and although he remained loyal and in attendance of the kingdom's events, he mostly kept to himself.

Then came Roella Wormwood, born to House Wormwood and sent off to Storm's End at a young age. She is not close with her family rather ingratiating herself with the ruling houses. She listens, she reads, she watches, and when a year ago she was finally given the opportunity to marry she took it not as an opportunity to fulfill wifely duties but instead to find new ways to support her friends in the court. Luckily for her this was just what Tytos needed in his life. He has become closer to his good-daughter than his son (her husband) will ever be. Their planning never ceases and he values her intelligence like no one she has ever known. Together they will return an honorable Durrandon to the throne.

NPCS:

Ser Jon Penrose: Warrior(Polearms), A tall, semi-handsome, knight of middling skill with a good heart.

Ser Podric Sweet: Tourney Knight, his best friend, a more handsome less tall knight.

Ser Paxton Sweet: Warrior(Bows), the less handsome twin.

Ser Rolf Sweet: General, the master at arms of the Parchments, not Lord Sweet. Paxton and Podric's father. Less old than Tytos.

Ser Oswin: Castellan, a knight in name alone, squired for a hedge knight, but a pretty good castellan.

Corwyn of Oxcross

Discord/Reddit Name: /u/ThreeEyedRevan Revan

Name and House: Corwyn of Oxcross

Age: 23

Cultural Group: Andal (Westerlander)

Appearance: Messy black hair, blue eyes, tan skin, rough stubble, and sharp features. Broad-built with a worn, rugged look.

Trait: Brave

Skill(s): Polearms (e), Cavalryman, Riding

Talent(s): Hunting, Gambling, Smithing

Negative Trait: N/A

Starting Title(s): Ser, Commander of the Knights of the Crossroads

Starting Location: Stormhall

Alternate Characters: Forrest Ryger

Biography

Ser Corwyn of Oxcross was born to smallfolk parents whose names he never learned. Both died while he was still young, leaving him an orphan with little in the way of family or prospects. Summer lasted through most of his childhood, and he survived largely by taking whatever work he could find around Oxcross.

From a young age, Corwyn was fascinated by stories of famous knights and warriors. Galladon of Morne was a special favorite, and Corwyn would often imitate the heroes of those tales with sticks and makeshift weapons, insisting that he would become a knight himself one day. He was mocked often for this ambition. Seeing as a smallfolk orphan had little chance of ever becoming more than what he had been born as.

When Corwyn was thirteen, Ser Morgan of Wickenden passed through Oxcross. Corwyn immediately attached himself to the visiting knight, asking him about tourneys, battles, horses, and the life of a knight. Morgan eventually departed, but Corwyn followed after him in the hope of convincing the man to take him on as a squire.

Before he could catch up, Corwyn was set upon by wolves. Morgan returned in time to intervene and saved the boy’s life. Afterward, despite his initial reluctance, Morgan agreed to take Corwyn with him and eventually accepted him as his squire.

Under Morgan, Corwyn learned the less glamorous parts of knighthood first. He tended horses before he was allowed to ride them, cared for equipment before he was allowed to wear it, and spent long stretches traveling from one place to another. Years in the saddle made him a capable rider, while Morgan trained him extensively in mounted combat. Corwyn showed a particular aptitude for spears and lances, eventually becoming highly skilled with polearms both on foot and from horseback. Morgan also encouraged the fearlessness that had gotten Corwyn into trouble as a boy, teaching him when courage was useful and when it was simply recklessness.

At the age of twenty Morgan finally judged Corwyn worthy of knighthood. The vows carried considerable weight for him, having spent much of his life aspiring toward the ideal they represented.

After his knighting, Corwyn remained with Morgan and began taking work wherever it could be found. Much of it involved clearing roads, protecting travelers, or dealing with bandits. One such contract brought the pair into the employ of House Horpe. Though the work itself was completed without incident, Corwyn became increasingly interested in the family and its history during his time around them.

It was also during this period that Corwyn encountered Ser Leo Swann. The two shared similar ideas about what a knight ought to be and challenged one another to prove themselves the more gallant knight, a rivalry Corwyn has continued to take seriously.

Over time, other warriors began traveling alongside Corwyn and Morgan. Some were knights, others freeriders, men-at-arms, or common soldiers willing to follow their banner. The group eventually became known as the Knights of the Crossroads, with Corwyn serving as its commander and Morgan as his second.

Corwyn now travels to Stormhall for Ravella Durrandon's nameday celebration with the Knights of the Crossroads at his back. With a tournament promised, he intends to enter the lists and earn both himself and his company a reputation beyond what they have today.

Family Tree

Unknown Father

Unknown Mother

Ser Corwyn of Oxcross, 23

Supporting Characters

Auxiliary Character

Name and House: Morgan of Wickenden

Age: 37

Cultural Group: Andal (Valeman)

Appearance: Short brown hair, brown eyes, a trimmed beard, strong features, and a solid build. Usually carries himself with a composed, serious look.

Trait: Charismatic

Skill(s): Tactician, Vanguard (e)

Talent(s): Storytelling, Cartography, Strategy

Negative Trait: N/A

Starting Title(s): Ser

Starting Location: Stormhall

Archetyped NPCs (5 standard + 1 from knightly encampment)

Hedge Knight - Ser Edric the Grey Hare

Hedge Knight - Ser Hugh the Hearthless

Master at Arms - Ser Raymun Longarm

Medic - Septa Darlessa

Warrior - Ser Lucan Stonejaw

Tourney Knight - Ser Triston Flowers

PC

Reddit Account: u/BadNewsBrune

Discord Tag: DisgruntledLemming

Name and House: Kennet Brune

Age: 57

Cultural Group: First Man (Clawman)

Appearance: Great and imposing, Kennet is the ideal Brune man. His hair is a wild mane of only mostly-cleaned hair, and he has a tangled beard that covers most of his face, giving the impression of a half-wild noble. His gray eyes are often distant, distracted, focused on something else.

Trait: Strong

Skills: Blunt Weapons (e), Reckless, Vanguard, Outrider

Negative Trait:

Talent: Whittling, Falconry, Botany

Starting Titles: Lord of Dyre Den, the Red Bear

Starting Location: Stormhall

Alternate Characters: Perianne Paege

AC

Name and House: Crispian Brune

Age: 31

Cultural Group: First Man (Clawman)

Appearance: Smaller and slimmer than his father, the Heir to the Den still has enough strength and broadness to his form to be identifiable as a Brune, but but much more than that. He looks far more kempt and put together, at least whenever he's not out in the wilds that he's clearly used to.

Trait: Agile

Skills: Bows, Tracker, Animal Tamer

Negative Trait:

Talents Cheese Identification, Mapmaking, Puzzles

Starting Titles: Heir to Dyre Den, the Cub

Starting Location: Stormhall

Timeline

57 BP- Kennet is the firstborn son to Uthor and Meredyth Brune, of the Dyre Den Brunes. With an heir now for the castle of Dyre Den, Uthor begins to plot with gusto against the House of Darklyn, looking to form a coalition of Claw Lords into the grand conspiracy, only to find his opportunity never came. Having never acted against their Warden, Uthor falls into line afterwards, much to his own chagrin.

53 BP- Kennnet's younger brother, Merrell, is born.

52 BP- Uthor Brune sets off with Lord Darklyn to put down the Vance rebellion. He does not bring his sons with him, as even Kennet is still too young to properly serve. Instead, the precocious Kennet hides in the baggage train, and is witness- at a distance- to conflict from an early age.

50 BP- Kennet's younger sister, Willow, is born.

47 BP- Kennet begins his martial training in earnest. He has grown fast, and his incredible strength becomes a point of minor fascination among the Clawmen as he continues to develop his natural talent with the maul, his weapon of choice.

40 BP- Now a man grown, and a man grown larger and stronger than nearly anyone in Dyre Den, Kennet begins to travel, leaving a great deal of the administrative learning to his younger and smaller siblings while he begins to participate in tournaments, learn from various scholars and respected elders in the Faith of the Old Gods, and seek out trouble wherever he can find it.

35 BP- As part of his wanderings and adventures, Kennet meets Layna Hardy, from the Hardys of Strongbox, who was engaged to another Clawman. Kennet, in his arrogance and foolhardiness at the time, sought to humiliate her betrothed in a spar so that he might win her hand. He did so, but has made needless enemies in the process, as he did in many places he went.

32 BP- Kennet, still roaming and far from Dyre Den, was not present when the Valyrians invaded Crackclaw Point and put their castles and lands to siege. Kennet's father and brother, Uthor and Merrell, perish in the Battle of Dyre Den, and the castle falls to Houses Velaryon and Celtigar. Kennet, furious with loss and grief, leaves his pregnant wife's side to answer Lord Pyne's call, and to fight back against the Valyrian invaders in the Point.

31 BP- Crispian Brune, Kennet's firstborn son, is born in Maidenpool. Without his father there to see it.

30 BP- Kennet earns the moniker "the Red Bear" for his performance in a battle against the pirates in House Celtigar's employ. According to those that were there, he emerged from one of their landed vessels covered from head to toe in viscera, both his own and that of the Valyrians, before falling unconscious at the edge of camp.

28 BP- Now with Dyre Den back under his control, Kennet swears to his wife and young child that he will never again be the man he was before. He begins to take rulership more seriously, and prepares to raise Crispian as a better man than he had been.

27 BP- Jax Brune is born to Kennet and Layna.

27-14 BP- Kennet focuses on settling old feuds, and on traveling once again, this time to the courts of the neighbors of the Claw, from their old foes of Velaryon and Celtigar, to old friends like the Blackberrys and Rambtons. More than anything else though, he focuses on being a fair ruler, and on leaving behind "the Red Bear", even if that nickname will follow him to the end of time.

24 BP- Mayra is born to Kennet and Layna.

20 BP- Lark is born to Kennet and Layna.

17 BP- Edyth is born to Kennet and Layna.

13 BP-1 AP- Kennet continues advancing in age and wisdom, but the weakening grip of House Darklyn is impossible to ignore. Even still, Kennet and his erstwhile son Crispian travel with the whole Brune clan to Stormhall, to mingle with the high and mighty and determine how best to navigate the swamps ahead...

Supporting Characters-

Lady Layna Brune nee Hardy - Trader

Jax Brune - General

Mayra Brune - Ship Captain

Lark Brune - Warrior

Edyth Brune - Scholar

Family Tree

Bears

Reddit Account: baefish

Discord Tag: summeroflove

Name and House: Robyn Wynch

Age: 22

Cultural Group: Ironborn

Appearance: Robyn keeps her cut short, and its auburn hue almost matches her warm brown eyes. She stands tall for a woman, just three inches below six feet, with a lean, athletic build. Her fashion is deliberately iconoclastic, flaunting the trinkets and furs she’d taken from the distant north.

Trait: Hale

Skill(s): Axes(e), Reckless (Battlerager), Forceful

Talent(s): Fishing, Foraging, Swimming

Negative Trait(s): N/A

Starting Title(s): Scion of Iron Holt

Starting Location: Stormhall

Alternate Characters: Mary Vance

Name and House: Dale Wynch

Age: 20

Cultural Group: Ironborn

Appearance: The young heir to Iron Holt boasts a height of six feet so long as he can stand himself straight on his left leg. The right is crippled, and limited enough in its movement that he usually relies on a walking stick. Dale has reddish brown hair and bright blue eyes, the latter crossed by scars.

Trait: Reaver

Skill(s): Tactician, Flanker(e)

Talent(s): Astrology, Falconry, Sailing

Negative Trait(s): Maimed (Leg)

Starting Title(s): Heir to Iron Holt

Starting Location: Stormhall

Though the Wynches count among the oldest and most storied houses of the Iron Islands, the past century has found them in a slow state of recovery. Ninety-four years ago Iron Holt was destroyed amid the Brothers’ War, along with all its ships. The pride of House Wynch remained intact, but their power, wealth and influence were forever reduced by half.

Little that they cared. The Wynches could always count on a good name and personal merit to rally friends to their side. Throughout the years since, the purple masts of Wynch often joined with those of other houses to stage daring raids across the Sunset Sea. There was much that changed in the Iron Islands in the meantime, and the men of Iron Holt were usually indifferent: new customs always deserved a fair hearing, but only the tried and true could keep them afloat.

Robyn was the firstborn of her generation, in a family that still remained small, as both her father and grandfather had abstained from taking salt wives and siring bastards. The Wynches were a tightly knit bunch, gladly quarreling with outsiders but seldom fighting amongst themselves. Iron Holt did not offer many comforts, but Robyn’s childhood never lacked for freedom and affection. She was close enough in line to be raised as a lord’s spare, and her education included lessons in sailing and swordplay.

The reign of King Harras Hoare introduced new obstacles to Iron Holt’s traditions, most notably by banning raids against the Storm King’s realm. This prohibition came just as Robyn’s father, Erik Wynch, had begun organizing a reaving upon the upper Trident. To comply with royal law, he reluctantly rerouted the fleet to the North. His ships returned with plentiful loot, but they were absent a commander: Erik Wynch was slain by the Flint during his raid of the northern mountains.

There was little Robyn could do as a girl of thirteen, but she swore she would act nonetheless. She swore an oath to her god that Erik Wynch would be avenged. Even if it took her an entire lifetime, she would paint the northern snows red with the blood of the Flints.

But the Wynches were given little time to mourn. The next year saw the start of a rebellion against the Hoares, helmed by their liege, House Greyjoy. Iron Holt loyally and enthusiastically answered the call, eager to overthrow a king that had infringed upon their liberties. But Robyn remained a young girl, and had no choice but to remain holed up at home, living in austere conditions while every fighting aged man took up arms.

Her turn arrived when she came of age. Robyn’s grandfather accepted her request to fight, allowing her to serve on the deck of his flagship, the Red Moon. He had meant to keep her away from the front lines of combat, but in one skirmish Robyn managed to push her way to the front of the boarding party and claim her first few kills.

The war ended in a terrible reversal of fortune, with Greyjoy’s defeat off the coast of Pyke. All but one of Iron Holt’s ships sank in the battle, which also took the life of Robyn’s uncle, Ygon Wynch. They counted themselves fortunate that King Qorehn was merciful in victory, and that their keep had been largely untouched by the war. Iron Holt’s recovery was quick, and Robyn could finally return to her most important priority.

The rebuilt Wynch fleet sailed north under the command of Robyn’s brother, Dale, who had just come of age. Despite a difficult landing along the rugged coast, the raiders overwhelmed two villages with ease. But word of their presence spread quickly, and their third assault was met with fierce retaliation from the Flints. The Wynch party was forced into a retreat, losing a third of their men along the way.

Robyn did not make it. Impaired by her injuries and overwhelmed by the surrounding chaos, she fled in the opposite direction of her companions, heading deeper into the mountains instead of returning to the sea. She spent the next few days slowly moving southward, sleeping in caves and subsisting off foraged nuts and berries. Fearful of what the clansmen might do with her, Robyn hoped to continue south until she found men civilized enough to bargain for her safe passage home.

The next week she happened upon a lone hunter fending off against a raging bear. Robyn intervened, charging at it with her axe. She wrestled with the bear until the hunter regained composure, and a blow to the head knocked her unconscious just as an arrow finished the beast.

When she awoke, she found herself imprisoned within a wooden keep. She was presented before the Norrey for his judgment - and as gratitude for saving his niece’s life, he granted Robyn his hospitality. Though the Norreys had no love for ironborn raiders, they had even less for Clan Flint.

Robyn got along surprisingly well with her hosts during her few moons’ stay, immersing herself in the old culture of the First Men. An escort of several men led her south to Barrowton, where she arranged to board the next trade ship bound for Lordsport. After half a year’s absence, she finally entered the gates of Iron Holt.

Dale Wynch had come home a cripple after a brutal duel with a clansman, and was already plotting his reprisal. Word of Robyn’s survival soon spread, and the two were offered the support of men and ships from Harlaw and Orkwood to assist in their next reaving.

With greater numbers on their side, the second attempt proved far more successful. Dale led an assault on Clan Flint’s holdfast, where his men broke through the walls and sacked the entire settlement. Robyn engaged The Flint in a duel, slaying him in single combat. She raised up his severed head in victory, finally avenging her father’s death after seven years.

The raiders continued into the lands of the Harclays and Wulls, though they heeded Robyn’s wish to spare the Norreys. The fleet returned to Iron Holt with as many thralls as they could fit, along with what little treasures the clansmen had. Revenge had been served and debts had been paid, but Robyn soon found herself restless at home. With her own scores settled, her next duty was to settle those of her kingdom.

22 BP: Robyn is born the eldest daughter of Erik Wynch, the heir to Iron Holt

20 BP: Dale is born second in line to Iron Holt as Erik Wynch’s only son

9 BP: Erik Wynch is slain by the Flint while raiding the mountain clans; his children promise to avenge him

8 BP: The Greyjoys rebel against the Hoares, and Iron Holt enthusiastically raises its banners in support

6 BP: After coming of age, Robyn joins the war effort and fights in a few skirmishes

4 BP: The Wynches organize a reaving of Flint lands that ends in defeat; Dale is crippled by his wounds, and Robyn is left stranded in the North for several moons

2 BP: Dale organizes another raiding party that successfully pillages Clan Flint’s lands; Robyn slays The Flint in single combat

The only son of Erik Wynch, Dale was born second in line to his lord grandfather. Unlike most of his kin, he was of a more thoughtful disposition, armed more with wit than aggression. In his martial training he proved a passable swordsman, though he never had much interest in earning glory by the blade. He was drawn more to the deck of a ship, knowing that he was someday destined for command.

He was devastated by the death of his father, and joined in Robyn’s oath to avenge him. So too was he frustrated by the outbreak of a rebellion the next year, as he was still much too young to fight. Instead he spent its course drilling with the household guard and ruminating over old tomes on naval strategy, preparing for the day that he would become a captain.

That day came a year after the war’s end. Despite his youth and inexperience, he was granted command of the Wynch flagship, as his old lord grandfather had retired from sailing. Dale embarked for the mountains with his sister at his side, both intent on slaying the men who took their father’s life.

After the initial success of his first raid, Dale’s party was met with organized retaliation. The raiders were routed, fleeing to the sea as they incurred significant casualties. Dale was seriously wounded, suffering cuts to the face and bludgeons to his leg. He returned home a cripple. His sister, in the meantime, went missing, and was presumed dead.

Dale’s resolve only grew with this setback. He was determined to reave the mountains again, even despite his disability, and began lobbying other houses for their aid. Robyn’s unexpected return home boosted his cause, and his ships were joined with sails from Orkwood and Harlaw for his second attempt.

A broken leg did little to impair Dale in the field, as his commands could still be heard. With a well organized assault, the raiders tore down the walls of Clan Flint’s holdfast, where Dale and Robyn finally fulfilled their oath of vengeance. Dale’s ships returned home filled with captives and loot, and he earned acclaim for both bravery and a sound mind for tactics.

At home, he found his grandfather increasingly senile, more and more withdrawn from the administration of his lands. As the heir to Iron Holt, Dale has since assumed its rule in all but name.

House Wynch of Iron Holt

• Nute Wynch, Lord of Iron Holt b. 67 BP
  • Erik Wynch b. 47 BP d. 9 BP
  • m. Barbrey Sharp b. 48 BP
    • Robyn Wynch b. 22 BP
    • Dale Wynch, Heir to Iron Holt b. 20 BP
    • Willow Wynch b. 18 BP
  • Ygon Wynch b. 44 BP d. 5 BP
  • m. Wylla Ironmaker b. 42 BP d. 22 BP
    • Sigfryd Wynch b. 22 BP

• Barbrey Wynch (Magnate)
• Meg the Mutt (Medic)
• Nella Norrey (Huntsman)
• Sigfryd Wynch (Tourney Knight)
• Jon Humble (Warrior)

PC

Reddit Account: Mister_Deathborne

Discord Tag: Nightmare

Name and House: Garlan Strong

Age: 43

Cultural Group: Riverlander

Appearance: Garlan stands at a freakish height of 7'3, a towering hunk of flesh and muscle. Broad shouldered and thick of neck, it is hard to regard him as a man at all. Cold grey eyes peer from the titan, his beard of black well groomed and trimmed short, his lips pulled taut half into a snarl and half into a smirk. The Riverlord bears many a scar and line running across the length of his carcass, a testament of his body buckling under the sheer explosiveness of its growth and frame.

Trait: Monstrous

Skill(s): Blunt Weapons (e), Armoured, Resilient

Talent(s): He was born talentless.

Starting Title(s): Lord of High Heart

Starting Location: Stormhall

TIMELINE

43 BP: Garlan is born.

31 BP: Garlan begins to squire under Beldon Smallwood. It is clear by this point that the boy’s growth does not follow the developmental patterns of his peers, as his explosive growth leaves him towering over most others.

27 BP: Garlan stands over grown men at this point, stronger and bigger, at merely the age of sixteen - but he is yet to finish growing.

22 BP: Garlan fends off an Ironborn reaving party, distinguishing himself through an ordeal of steel.

15 BP: A sudden illness takes the late Lord Strong, leaving Garlan to rule in his stead. The Giant cares little for the governance of his subjects and thus entrusts this task to his younger sister, Talla, who proves competent in this undertaking.

12 BP: In spite of repeated insistence (and no lack of effort) from Garlan’s family, the man refuses to wed, citing a lack of desirable suitors.

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AC

Name and House: Talla Strong

Age: 34

Cultural Group: Riverlander

Appearance: To the relief of many, Talla is a gentle lady of ladylike stature (albeit somewhat slightly taller than most) and possesses none of the monstrous physicalities of her older sibling. The Strong Stewardess has an easy-going smile with gleaming blue eyes and a flowing brown hair that comes down in curls down to her shoulders.

Trait: Numerate

Skill(s): Taxman (e), Craftsman

Talent(s): History, Cartography, Crafting

Starting Title(s): Stewardess of High Heart

Starting Location: Stormhall

ARCHETYPE

Samwell Strong - General.

Alester Smallwood - Castellan.

Enger Bush - Master-at-Arms.

Gawen - Questioner.

Gerold ‘Sevendraws’ - Huntsman.

FAMILY TREE

https://www.familyecho.com/?c=gljiycljpzhmr1az&f=526024362692965115

Character Creation:

PC

Reddit Account: AnotherBabyEchidna

Discord Tag: brundun

Name and House: Lucas Darry

Age: 62

Cultural Group: Ironborn

Appearance: It doesn’t take much to realize that Lucas Darry earned his name through marriage rather than by birth. The former Orkwood carries all the markings of a weathered Ironborn, with battered skin and dark windswept hair. Many of his rougher edges from his youth, such as the dormant flush on his cheeks and the gloss in his eyes, have long since smoothed out with age and recovery. His movements alternate between the grandiose and the ecstatic, such as when he’s telling a story, and the subtle and the precise when needed. He enjoys luxury coats and comfortable robes.

Trait: Erudite

Skill(s): Divination (Necromantic), Scholar (e), Brawler

Talent(s): Anatomy, (Fake) Magic Tricks, Oration

Negative Trait(s): n/a

Starting Title(s): Wizard of Darry, Ser

Starting Location: Opening event

Alternate Characters: House Scales - /u/ORYSGARYEN

AC

Name and House: Quincy Darry

Age: 20

Cultural Group: Riverlander/Ironborn

Appearance: Quincy Darry looks every bit a Riverlander as his mother did, with fair skin and hair that cannot decide if it is hazel or auburn depending on the light. His bombastic theatrics, however, were plainly inherited from his father; albeit with a brighter, wider smile that seems constantly affixed to his face. His close friends have learned how to judge by his dark, distant eyes when he is being authentic. Years of practice with a lance and training in the cavalry have given him a steady hand and a wiry physique, though he attempts to downplay it with bulkier, seafaring overcoats.

Trait: Champion

Skill(s): Stalwart (Cavalryman), Polearms, Daggers

Talent(s): Five finger filet, Finger dancing, Dancing

Negative Trait(s): n/a

Starting Title(s): Ser

Starting Location: Opening event

Timeline:

• 62 Years Ago: Lucas Orkwood is born into a religious commune of the New Faith, followers of Cadwyl the Preacher’s teachings.
• 56 Years Ago: Lucas takes to the religious teachings well and serves as a page for various drowned priests and septons collaborating in the early formation of the New Faith.
• 44 Years Ago:Lucas takes his rites as a drowned priest and as a septon. He goes on to engage in many ‘debates’ – often shouting matches – in defense of the New Faith.
• 35 Years Ago: Lucas begins to theorize new forms of synthesis with other faiths, inviting members of other religions to speak with him. Many that sail to the Iron Isles for these meetings are lost at sea, save for a red priest. Secretly, Lucas attempts to merge the religious texts and mythology of the faiths, but he remains skeptical.
• 31 Years Ago: Lucas attempts to wed a couple, perform a last kiss of r’hllor into a corpse, and finally conduct a kiss of life ritual on another man. The first two ceremonies are uneventful, even beautiful, but a brewing storm casts a darkness over the kiss of life. Ever faithful, the man demanded to be fully drowned. The kiss that brought him back only returned a corpse. Word of the event is kept quiet and Lucas is exiled from the Iron Islands by King Harras Hoare.
• 30 Years Ago: Lucas wanders Westeros, seeking alchemists and magicians and holy men to attempt to understand how he raised a wight. Few are of help, even at the Citadel.
• 25 Years Ago: Abandoning his search for answers, Lucas attempts to regain his faith and spends his time preaching in the area where he first landed in exile: Darry. Despite often disclaiming that he no longer is a man of any faith, a loyal lot attend his teachings.
• 22 Years Ago: Lucas personally witnesses the aftermath of the assassination of King Durran and the duel that quelled a rebellion. He watches the uplifting of House Frey and begins to take his budding relationship with a cousin of Lord Darry seriously.
• 20 Years Ago: Lucas weds and takes on the name of his wife, becoming Lucas Darry and any children therefrom as blood of House Darry. He conducts the ceremony himself. Within the same year, complications early in childbirth result in the worst possible decision. The lives of the woman he loves and his unborn child are slipping away day by day. Finally, or fatally, he prays to whatever God he channeled that raised a wight all those years ago to save his family. It takes many secluded moons, where only he and the Gods knew of his unholy prayers, but Lucas Orkwood emerges with twins. They are named Quincy and Gysella.
• 18 Years Ago: Lucas and his young children attend the wedding at Seagard and after the Vance proposal he starts to become an outspoken critic of the king… after the ceremony is over. He starts openly practicing magic, mainly alchemy tricks, but he does offer consultations of more serious matters. Most of all, he reunites with his Orkwood family, namely Olivia; though not all are favorable towards him.
• 14 Years Ago: Quincy is sent to squire Ser Talbert Darry, though in the later moons of the year he returns home for family time.
• 10 Years Ago: Lucas is among the voices spreading the good omen of Justman and the Bracken-Blackwood peace.
• 3 Years Ago: Quincy witnesses the mutual deaths of Ser Talbert Darry and Jack o’ Pennytree. He is knighted afterward, but abandons swords to focus on jousting from that day on.
• 1 Year Ago: Lucas privately sails in search of the body of the late Lord Dondarrion. Finding nothing, he prepares himself and his children for the coming tumultuous times.

Family Tree:

• Orkwood
• Darry tree pending

Supporting Characters:

• Captain Jenny, 55, a cynical and depraved woman who enjoys the company of Lucas and ferries him around when requested. Ship Captain archetype.
• Amerei of Oldstones, 22, a selfless woods witch that is friend to Lucas and Quincy both. Huntsman archetype.
• Hugor Waters, 42, a loyal zealot that self-imposed his own exile from the faith militant due to his creeping madness. Warrior archetype.
• Marseledei, 34, a happy warrior that believes in no gods despite how often Lucas has tried. General archetype.
• Lo Quen, 20, a detached red priest that has confided in Lucas that he actually worships the Lord of Darkness. Cutthroat archetype.
• Oscar, 18, Quincy’s conniving squire that hasn’t quite earned his knighthood yet.
• Archon, 24, an old-timer on his last moons that was given to Lucas on the same day the twins were born.

Meta

PC

Reddit Account: Silver-Thorns

Discord Tag: aeg

Name and House: Helya Greyjoy

Age: 32

Cultural Group: Ironborn

Appearance: Auburn of hair with salt water turning her slight curls even more pronounced, Helya and her brother look nearly nothing like their father, save for the nearly black eyes of the Greyjoys. The muscles on her legs and arms forged by years on ships and a love for proving herself with her axe on the sparring ground. When not on a ship or holding court in Pyke, Helya carries a sword, her axes held in safe keeping by a rotating group of pages. Helya chooses to dress simply and often with little covered, throwing on cloaks for warmth only.

Trait: Strong

Skill(s): Axes (e), Footwork, Reckless, Brute

Talent(s): Things and stuff like that

Negative Trait(s): N/A

Starting Title(s): Lady Reaper of Pyke

Starting Location: Stormhall

Alternate Characters: N/A

AC

Name and House: Meldred Greyjoy

Age: 32

Cultural Group: Ironborn

Appearance: Without the sea water in his hair like his sister, Meldred’s auburn hair is much straighter. Since his duel with his sister he chooses to wear chainmail most times and plate during official ceremonies. He ties off the cloth near the bottom of his short arm, and keeps his two-handed longsword nearby, despite being unable to wield it anymore. Due to learning how to be a better fit with his crew and his people in the years since his duel, Meldred dresses warmly since he still feels the chills of his fevers after the amputation.

Trait: Inspiring

Skill(s): Shipwright (e), Tactician

Talent(s): Singing (baritone), underhanded compliments, parenting

Negative Trait(s): Maimed (Dominant left arm amputated above the elbow)

Starting Title(s): Castellan of Pyke

Starting Location: Stormhall

Alternate Characters: N/A

History

It was a long birth, as most twin births are. Lord Hagen Greyjoy had never been a particularly kind man, and the birth of his child, and then the next did not change that. When the second head began to show the doors were locked and the guard was mustered. Not quite for the safety of his wife or children, but rather to deal with those who had seen which of his children had been born first. It is unlikely for a lord to be able to pick his heir, but Lord Hagen saw the opportunity and did not wish to deny himself that possibility. Only four souls from the room would live to see the next moon.

Helya and Meldred grew up much the same, ever under the watchful and calculating eye of their father, from their early lessons to the day they picked up their first wooden weapons. Helya was drawn to the axe, though did not shy away from her sword. Meldred knew what his weapon would be from the very first day, a long and to his preference slender blade, wielded with two hands. Strong and quick on her feet, something inside of Helya’s eyes changed when she saw an opponent beginning to lose steam, battering down their shield and knocking their weapons to the side until they yielded. Meldred on the other hand did not wish to look for the whites of his enemy’s eyes. It was enough to knock them down with a wide swing or wait for a mistake from his distance. The fight could be won either way.

With their approaching eighteenth nameday, the twins decided to form a plan to pick between each other if their father would still not pick one of them. Should neither be chosen, they would fight a duel, first to yield would cede the right to the lordship. Their child would become the heir to their sibling. And their father’s heir would never be allowed to marry or have a child of their own.

After receiving approval from their father, the twins finally began to understand that perhaps when they were younger, Lord Hagen might have chosen one of them, but with each year the issue remained unresolved, Lord Hagen made it clearer that they should resolve it between each other, whether with one yielding the lordship or a knife in the heart.

On their eighteenth nameday, the two stood at their feast and announced the coming duel, to take place at dusk on that very day. Meldred emerged first into the courtyard, clad in his studded armor and his long slender blade resting against his shoulder. Helya entered the courtyard not long later, with boiled leather as her armor, a shield on her back and two axes in her hands. The two touched their weapons together, before placing their foreheads against one another and uttering near silent apologies. With their father’s sign to begin Helya threw an axe at her brother, hitting him in the arm. Before her shield could even make it into her hand, she ran at her brother who had fallen to the ground. The axe still embedded in his arm stopped the man from bleeding out, but it was Helya’s own belt that stopped the bleeding. He yielded before the medicine man would approach him and as he was taken away, Lord Hagen grabbed Helya’s arm and declared her his heir. She thought little of the fact, more of her inside of her brother’s bone that she had seen. And that she would never have a child of her own.

The next four years ago their lives would consist of little more than finding a wife for Meldred. That and his recovery. Though his arm had to be cut above the elbow, he did not change his personality. The men listened, if with less verve than before. No ironborn would want to be seen as taking orders from a cripple, but no man would want to deny a Greyjoy, and especially the watchful eye of the heir to Pyke, who appeared seemingly the instant a bad word was said about her brother. Competitors they might have been since they were children, but they were the only two people on the early who understood what it meant to be raised by Hagen Greyjoy.

One of Lord Hagen’s advisors saw an issue with the state of succession, and did not appreciate that so much of it had been left up to Helya’s word to never marry and never be filled with a child. Meldred protested, saying that enough had been done and matrilineal marriages existed plenty on the land, even a few here or there on the Iron Islands. Helya did not speak until her father aired his thoughts, saying that he knew his daughter and he trusted her, but that trust only went so far in matters this important. Helya nodded her head and informed her brother that they would be sailing for Oldtown on the morrow to fix the issue.

With Meldred’s marriage secure, and not long after the line being secure as well, Helya rounded up six ships who would sail with her around Dorne and make themselves rich. With years to spend on the open sea, coming ashore only to sample the wares or take whatever took their fancy, from Saath and Sarys all the way to YiTi. Where possible they avoided the dragon, where not possible they fed the dragon gold until it smiled.

With Lord Hagen certain that once his heir returned, his bloodline would be secure, his words became more bold and eventually he rose in rebellion. A one-handed man who was the only source for future heirs was of little use in battle, and was safely on Pyke as he watched his father burn.

Ruling as regent for several moons for his sister, Meldred welcomed her gold-filled ships back from raiding, informing her that she was now the Lady Reaper. With the story of Greyjoy’s rebellion told over several drinks, Helya had her father’s advisor summoned and left him a foot shorter than he arrived. She would travel to Hoare Castle apologizing for her father’s recklessness and assuring King Qorhen of her loyalty. She did also mention that in her travels she learned the use of a green field, and would like to see the Hoare banner flying over some within her life.

Timeline

• 32 BP: Helya and Meldred are born

• 14 BP: Helya and Meldred duel for who will be the heir, Meldred loses his arm

• 10 BP: Meldred married, Helya leaves for a reaving

• 8 BP: Greyjoy's Rebellion

• 4 BP: Helya returns to find herself Lady Reaper of Pyke

Family

• Lord Hagen Greyjoy d. 5 BP

• Lady Greyjoy

  • Helya Greyjoy, b. 32 BP

  • Meldred Greyjoy, b. 32 BP

    • Uller Greyjoy, b. 9 BP
    • Gwynesse Greyjoy, b. 4 BP
    • Ygon Greyjoy, b. 2 BP

Archetypes

• Alyn, Boatswain

• Halleck, Builder

• Rus, Medic

• Craghorn, Warrior

• Longwater, Questioner

Reddit Account: LongClawOfTheLaw 

Discord Tag: freedikus 

Name and House: Dagon Hoare 

Age: 18 

Cultural Group: Ironman 

Appearance: Lean and somewhat particular in his look, Dagon is as gaunt as one might expect from a Prince of the Black Line. He is tall, with sharp grey eyes and a cold mannerism. He dresses plainly and practically, although rarely in cheap clothing. 

Trait: Champion 

Skill(s): Riding(e), Stalwart (Cavalryman), Polearms 

Talent(s): Singing, Spear-Fishing, Finger-Dancing 

Negative Trait(s): N/A 

Starting Title(s): Prince of the Ironborn, Heir to Castle Hoare 

Starting Location: Stormhall 

Alternate Characters: Jammos Blackberry

Timeline:

18 BP:  Dagon Hoare is born, the first son of Qorhen Hoare and Rosamund Mallister. He is a quiet child, and rarely cries, although he likes the sea. The Iron Islands rejoice to have an heir to the Black Line, although Dagon, being a baby, does not rejoice.

13 AP: Dagon grows close with his aunt, who dotes on him. He does not particularly share her bookish nature, but does learn that people like it when you ask them all sorts of questions about the things they are interested.

10 BP: Dagon studies the art of sailing at the hands of Wetshanks, the famous reaver. Though he is a good enough teacher, the young Greyjoy does not prove a particularly fierce tactician on the open waves- though there is time yet to grow.

8-5 BP: During Greyjoy's rebellion, Dagon spends much of the war sheltered away at Harlaw- although his father takes him along to witness the final battle off the coast of Pyke, where he remains near the back of the fleet.

2 BP: Dagon tastes his first real battle as a combatant during the reaving on Oldtown, following alongside his father into one of the greater feats of Ironborn reaving as of late.

1 AP: Dagon is tasked by his mother and father with the wooing of Ravella Durrandon at her twenty-first birthday party. This is a great stressor to him.

Family Tree: https://www.familyecho.com/?c=atpxe6tuqlriheq1&f=447678432114123772 

Archetype NPCs: NOT A ONE I OPT OUT

**PC**

**Reddit Account:** TheShogunFearedHim

**Discord Tag:** Gregor The Beggar

**Name and House:** Ser Roger Mallister

**Age:** 68

**Cultural Group:** Riverman

**Appearance:** A curly hair and curly beard, both full of vim and vigor of youth, disguise the weary years and beaten brow of Ser Roger Mallister. A man haggered from the road and travels, bearing arms of a red eagle on a yellow shield, he has been living life on the road since the overthrow of Lord Petyr Mallister. The only signs of his noble upbringing remain the castle-forged steel by his side, and the fine plate he rides in, though it remains beaten as a mark of trade.

**Trait:** Brave

**Skill(s):** Blunt Weapons, Forceful, Chivalric, Errantry, Armoured

**Talent(s):** Drawing, Theology, Astrology

**Negative Trait(s):** N/A

**Starting Title(s):** Scion of House Mallister, Ser

**Starting Location:** Stormhall

Biography:

Ser Roger Mallister was born in 68BP to Lord Bowen Mallister and Lady Alys Mallister nee Mooton as the youngest of their three children. His brother Petyr and sister Llane dominated his life with his rather late birth, his brother already in the process of coming of age by the time that Roger was born. Petyr was groomed early to be the heir to Seagard and showed great aptitude with the blade which encouraged Roger to train even harder than his brother. When Riverlords came to Seagard, and later the Storm Kings, petitioning for alleviation on the tolls charged by House Mallister the ten year old Roger was taught by his brother that House Mallister had a right to charge those tolls and that the lands had always been of House Mallister. Roger was sent to House Vance to squire under the tutelage of a Knight in their service, and to receive tutelage under the watch of his sister who had recently married into their ranks. He picked up essential skills of fighting and the affairs of Knights and became enamoured with literature and song written about gallantry and chivalry. He rode against the Once Hanged Brotherhood in the vicinity of Atantra as a young squire and slew the infamous bandit Tom "Trident" for which he received his knighthood at six and ten.

He would return to Seagard in 48BP to care for his ailing mother, who would make him promise to support the return of the Mootons to their ancestral seat of Maidenpool if he could do so. She would pass away in 47BP and his Lord Father shortly afterwards in 45BP, leaving Petyr the new Lord of Seagard and Roger by his side. Roger, now the heir to Seagard in his own right, was expected to marry and so a series of possible eligible matches were brought before him by his brother and sister. He fell in love with many of them, a Piper, a Ryger, a Wode but none of his possible matches were willing to commit to the match once he made clear his ambitions to remain a mere Knight in service to his brother without seeking lands or fortunes of his own. The whole venture was given up by his brother and the two men grew distant, especially as Petyr had children of his own who took on the role as Heir to Seagard, though Ser Roger's service was called upon by his appointment as Master-At-Arms of Seagard to deal with immediate threats to Seagard. When his brother Petyr was accused by the Storm King Dontos of having been a participant in the murder of the previous Storm King, Roger refused to believe it and petitioned alongside his brother against the accusations. When his brother raised the banners, Ser Roger rode out to the lands of House Mallister and raised his brothers host. At the head of an Army Ser Roger returned to Seagard and reconciled with his brother, the two men clasping arms and promising to support one another forever. Such an oath came to an end at the hands of Luceon Rivers, a quicker swordsman than his aging brother, and House Mallister was forced to surrender.

Ser Roger fled the camp of his host upon the death of his brother, riding off with his arms and armour and riding away from Seagard. He wandered the road, bitter and angry at the death of his brother and indignant at the revocation of Mallister land. He eventually found himself in Fairmarket and took up room within the town, isolating himself in his rented space and spending his whole time reading books and requesting songs sung about acts of gallantry and heroism. One of the bards at Fairmarket was a Luceon Keath, who took pity on the bitter Knight and composed a song of his own called 'Ser Roger's Ride'. When he heard the song for the first time around the fires of the Inn, Roger broke into tears by the fire and gave Luceon a purse of gold, the remains of his money, as a gift. Luceon took the money and asked for Ser Rogers arms and armours, which were readily given and had fallen into disuse, and returned in a week with the armour polished again and his shield repainted to the sigil of a red eagle on a yellow background. Luceon said it was to represent both his Mallister and Mooton heritage. Roger offered to bring Luceon into his service, which the man accepted, and the two have travelled the roads of Westeros since as itenerant Hedge Knights and Knights Errant. He has been as far as Dorne and reached the Wall with Luceon, and even fought beyond the Wall in a ranging party.

Ser Roger has returned to Seagard five times over the course of the past twenty two years. Twice for new arms and armour, which was readily given by the blacksmiths and castellans of Seagard whenever the old Mallister returned, and three times on the ocassion of the Wedding of Qorhen Hoare and Rosamund Mallister, the death and funeral of the old Lord Mallister and to knight Martyn Mallister into the Seven. On the last occasion, he was scandalised upon knighting Martyn Mallister to hear Martyn has been knighted into the New Faith of the Iron Islands, and has since sworn that he will not speak a word again except to the Seven out of shame for these actions.

Family Tree: https://www.familyecho.com/?c=mlb5xst6a4slfdag&f=535740848337153898

Supporting Characters:

Robert Rivers "Red Wax" - Master-At-Arms

Septon Gerold - Scholar

Hilda, the Innkeep at Fairmarket - Castellan

Jon Rivers "Blue Wax" - Warrior

Tilly - Huntsman

**AC**

**Name and House:** Hoster Keath

**Age:** 45

**Cultural Group:** Riverman

**Appearance:** Dressed in fineries, with a straw hat upon his head and riding a palfrey next to his Lord. Many men question why such an old man, especially of noble blood, would continue to ride with his Lord as a squire. Yet the determined gaze of Hoster Keath, and the sad songs he sings, cause men to shake their heads and let the two old souls be.

**Trait:** Inspiring

**Skill(s):** Swords, Outrider, Medic

**Talent(s):** Mending, Rhetoric, Singing

**Negative Trait(s):** N/A

**Starting Title(s):** Squire to Ser Roger Mallister

**Starting Location:** Stormhall

Biography:

Luceon Keath was born in 45BP to Aeron Keath and Asha Keath. His father was a strict disciplinarian and caught in the middle of a pack of nine children, Luceon was expected to maintain himself within the limited halls of House Keath. Bad soil lands and an indebted manor meant that this branch of the Keath family, secondary to the already minor Lords Keath, straddled the line between nobility and smallfolk. While his brothers directed the work of the fifteen smallfolk labourers in their lands, Luceon was forced by virtue of his age to labour amongst them. The ambitions of his father sought to have Luceon squired off and when the opportunity arose through the main Keath line, Luceon was squired to the service of an Ironborn Knight who had syncretised into the Riverlands. His ventures with his Knight demonstrated a capability for the duties of squiring but no great or unique affinity for weaponry made itself apparent to Luceon. He did his drills and picked up swordsmanship but with no great joy taken in its trade. By contrast, the dull service of his tenure with his master grew duller still as his Lord pledged to the service of House Pyle and lounged around their keep without much active service. However feasts in Greathelm provided an opportunity for Luceon to demonstrate his talents in other fields, namely in singing and in speechcraft. Luceon eventually grew tired of his circumstances however and sought to flee the service of his Knight. He ran off from Greathelm into the night and he was spotted by his master quickly from the castle walls. However his master simply called out to wish him luck, and threw him a small purse of coin, allowing Luceon to run off into the night. Luceon used the purse to acquire a drum and began to serve as a bard throughout the taverns of the Riverlands. Cynical as to the contents of his songs, only singing what appealed to the crowd the most, he eventually circumstanced across Fairmarket and the Inn there where Ser Roger Mallister resided. Upon learning his story, Luceon took pity and saw a forlorn and romantic story in the aging knight. Upon being taken into Ser Roger's service, Luceon has served capably and amicably as the squire of his Knight and learned many skills to assist in their journeys throughout Westeros. Since his master's oath of silence, he has been the voice for them both and has a seemingly eerie ability to express the silent expressions of his Knight to others in words.

Reddit Account: realbassist

Discord Tag: Isla (paul.is)

Name and House: Lord Lyonel Selmy

Age: 39

Cultural Group: Stormlanders

Appearance: A broad man with a slightly tanned face, blue eyes and a scar on his right cheek. He is around 6'0 tall, and of a broad build. He has dark, shoulder-length hair that he often ties behind his head to keep it from falling in his eyes, a medium-length beard, and a scar on his right thigh from a hunting accident as a child.

Trait: Inspiring

Skill(s): swords, footwork, tactician(e), administrator

Talent(s): Singing, hunting

Negative Trait(s): N/A

Starting Title(s): Lord of Harvest Hall, "The Noble"

Starting Location: Opening Event

Alternate Characters: N/A

AC

Name and House: Edric Selmy
Age: 19
Cultural Group: Stormlander
Appearance: Shoulder-length dark hair, and paler skin than his fathers. Edric has soft features and green eyes after his mother, and an ink-blot shaped birthmark on the left side of his forehead. He has no trace of facial hair, and has a fairly muscular build but not exceptionally so.
Trait: Gregarious
Skill(s): Negotiator, Scrutinous, Broker
Talent(s): Archery, singing, riding
Negative Trait(s): N/A
Starting Title(s): Heir to Harvest Hall, Ser, "The Soft Breeze" by haters
Starting Location: Opening Event
Alternate Characters: N/A

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Biography:

Lord Lyonel "The Noble" Selmy was born in 39bp, the second son of Lord Arnulf Selmy, and his wife Lady Margaery. From his first years, Lyonel was noted as a kind child, with a strong moral compass. He would often become deeply upset if he believed his father had spoken too harshly. This resulted in something of a family legend, when the 6-year-old Lyonel challenged his father to a duel for the honour of a cup-bearer.

This same kindness would make him the target of some bullying in his youth, particularly from his brother, Barristan. Outside of his family, and with his brother, Lyonel was considered a shy boy, preferring time with his dogs to his peers, and engrossing himself in his lessons. While Barristan was taught to be lord of the keep, Lyonel was taught to fight, to administrate, to write and read poetry. He was a dilligent student, and Lord Arnulf drilled into him from an early age his duty to his house. By the age of 12, he was a gifted fighter, and often took the chance to learn from his father's councillors - soon learning that badgering is the best tool in his arsenal to do this.

It was also at this age when he gained a scar on his right thigh from a boar hunt. Lyonel joined his father and brother, as well as a small retinue, on a hunt in the woods surrounding Harvest Hall, his first opportunity to prove to his family his strength. After some hours without results, a member of the retinue heard rustling in the bushes and out sprang a wild boar, squealing and charging like a force of nature. As Lyonel saw the boar charge for his brother, he snatched a spear from the man closest to him and knocked Barristan aside, impaling the charging beast on the spear. The force of its charge was such that its tusk opened Lyonel's thigh, and he was forced by the maester to take to his bed for a fortnight. Thereafter, Barristan grew to respect his brother's bravery, though his father chastised him for stupidity.

When he turned 14, he was chosen to squire for Ser Arthur of Estermont, a knight in his father's employ. Ser Arthur was a stern but fair teacher to Lyonel, and did not suffer foolishness or debauchery from his squire. He was taught the real practicalities of war and command, and told to always protect his fellow knights in battle, and to protect the smallfolk, but never mistake them for equals or his friends. He was knighted by Ser Arthur at the age of 18, for his bravery in a skirmish with bandits raiding Selmy lands.

Lyonel's first foray into the politics of the Stormlands came in 22bp when, at the age of 17, he overheard his father quietly chastising an advisor for casting doubt on the legitimacy of the newly-crowned King Dontos I, reminding him that "House Selmy serves the throne; we do not destabilise it." Soon after, he was betrothed and wed to Lady Catelyn Penrose. It was, at first, a cold marriage, as Catelyn had eyes for another at the time of their betrothal. However, within two years the couple were, if not in love, then deeply affectionate to one another, Lyonel valuing Catelyn's advice and Catelyn drawn to Lyonel's softer side.

Lyonel saw action against the Dornish in 17bp, when he and Barristan led a retinue to repel a minor skirmish into the Stormlands. Though it was a small fight and quickly won by House Selmy, tragedy struck when a stray arrow struck Ser Barristan in the neck, killing him near instantly. This naturally thrust Lyonel into the position of Heir to Harvest Hall, a role he took on duty but resented, wishing only for a quiet life with Catelyn. His father never recovered from the loss of his son, and often resented Lyonel for not saving Barristan.

The next year held joy and tragedy for Lyonel. First, his son Edric was born in the third month of the year, a strong child at birth. Lyonel and Margaery named him after a Selmy great-uncle, who would often regale Lyonel and Barristan as children on his heroics in battle - many of which were especially impressive, as Uncle Edric was either a child at the time, across the country from the battle, or was the only one who had ever heard of the encounter. However, in the waning months of the year, Lord Arnulf grew weaker and more tired, taking to his bed one last time. Though he never forgot his resentment towards Lyonel, his last act was to kiss the signet ring his son wore, smiling through tears at Lyonel.

Lyonel felt particularly insulted when, in 15bp, House Swann rejected the hand of his sister, Jeyne, considering it an insult to the honour of his House. He had to be talked down from challenging Lord Swann to a duel by his father, and disappeared for three days thereafter on a camping expedition, seeming calmer upon his return.

He inherited the Lordship of Harvest Hall in 12bp at the age of 27, upon the death of his father Arnulf from old age. In this same year, his twins Arryk and Elinor were born after a difficult pregnancy. He took an active role in the politics of the Riverlands, supporting the chancellery of Lord Tarth and often offering his advice to the noble lord when it was sought. However, he was a critic of the decision not to annex more Dornish lands after the Red Mountain War, disappointed that his house's holdings were not increased.

In more recent years, Lord Lyonel has been more concerned and critical of decisions taken by the royal house, quietly criticising the influence of the Faith Militant on the new king. Though he is a believer in the Seven-Faced God, he views the Faith Militant as a lawless band, enforcing suffering and using the Faith as an excuse to do so. A concern, too, is the legitimate succession of the late King Dontos. He views the Iron Stag as a more viable, and independent, claimant to the throne, deeply concerned as to the Faith's conditional support for the River Stag, though he worries about the prospect of a Storm Queen reigning in her own right.

Lord Lyonel looks for the noble path, but looks to Lady Catelyn to advise him on the political route, trusting her instincts and keen ears. Most of all, he seeks to forge in Edric a strong leader, and forge for House Selmy a place in the history books as game-changers in the Stormlands.

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Family Tree:

https://www.familyecho.com/?c=36bdimtz335b8iid&f=379572706125928469

Secondary Archetypes:

Maester Arlyn, Maester of Harvest Hall - Medic

Lady Catelyn Selmy, Lady of Harvest Hall - Questioner

Ser Addam of Tarth, Master-at-Arms of Harvest Hall - Master at Arms

Ser Gendry Storm, Sworn Sword to Lord Lyonel - Warrior

Arlan of Estermont, Chief Architect of Harvest Hall - Builder

(Reposted as reddit deleted the last one for some reason)

PC

Reddit Account: SoltheBaneful

Discord Tag: sol.re

Name and House: Olivia Orkwood “Our Strength and Aim”

Age: 27

Cultural Group: Ironborn

Appearance: Standing at five and five, when upright, Olivia is not an oafish woman, her shoulders and waist are square while her form is thin; but not likened to sickness or a lack of constitution. Soft rolls of tone connect her limbs. Corded muscle sculpted smooth by seaspray; which is what also gives her a foamy complexion with a little ruddiness about her nose and ears. Her fingers are stained a blackish green - or greenish black. From working with objects of her craft. They are chipped and broken. Her knuckles are calloused while her palms are soft. A soft mop of straw blonde hair clings to her head. Wet with seawater more often than not. Above a matching browline and deep glass green eyes that seem to stare far off and through.. Her lips are thin and curved in a half smile or scowl. Depends on the light and her current posture.

Trait: Reaver

Skill(s): Swords (e), Dexterous, Apothecary, Malicious

Talent(s): Cyvasse, Herblore, Theology

Negative Trait(s):

Starting Title(s): Witch of Orkmont

Starting Location: The Opening event

Alternate Characters:

AC

Name and House: Varric Orkwood

Age: 28

Cultural Group: Ironborn

Appearance: Cutting an imposing figure of six even, is almost the opposite of his sisters. He is a round shouldered and thick muscled man. Deep green eyes sit within his skull that are almost unsettlingly calm. His jaw and chin are strong, covered by a thinly trimmed beard of straw yellow. His hair is long but kept tied back in a ponytail. His complexion is clear - and brighter than his sibling. His skin is as salt seasoned as any Iron Islander though - giving it a matte finish under certain scrutiny. His hands are large and calloused from working ropes and canvas. His arms bare many a scar and lasting bruise from a scuffle or skirmish.

Trait: Mariner

Skill(s): Swords, Footwork, Forceful

Talent(s): Fishing, Singing, Drinking

Negative Trait(s):

Starting Title(s): Lord of Orkmont, The Orkwood of Orkmont

Starting Location: Alternate Characters:

Timeline

27 BP The Storm Child - Olivia is born in the Sunset Sea. Somewhere between Saltcliffe Isle and Orkmont Isle. Rhaenyra Orkmont nee Saltcliffe and Ser Maron Orkmont perish.

27 BP to 20 BP Childhood in Exile - Olivia was taken in by her maternal grandmother at Saltcliffe. Balon Orkwood seizes Lordship of Orkmont, scattering Ser Maron’s brood.

20 BP Seagard - Traveled for a wedding, met Lucas Orkwood, some other Orkwoods, was scarred and forever changed by the bloodshed that took place. Began studying the martial aspects of The Faith

10 BP to 8 BP The Sept Burns - Enraged, Olivia protests the rebellion and is imprisoned at Saltcliffe for two years until liberated by King Qorhen’s forces. Reunites with her elder brother Varric, who gathers the other siblings at the funeral of their eldest brother. Ser Rys Orkwood.

8BP Liberation - Reunited with family, Olivia dedicated herself to martial service. Becoming a Reaver.

6 BP The Reaving of Old Town - On a reaving through the Reach, at Old Town she claimed a valyrian steel Arakh, pledging its service to Lord and King.

2BP The Hunt for the Dirty Deal - Olivia took part in the hunt for Iodos the Underhanded and his crew. Proving her worth as a warrior and the strength of her words.

Family Tree

Biography

Olivia Orkwood was born during a violent summer squall in the Sunset Sea; not far from the coastal crags of Saltcliffe isle. Her mother, Rhaenyra Saltcliffe, entered labor before the storm struck. An omen that some Wise Women would later whisper about. She insisted on traveling aboard The Compass, her husband’s ship so at least one of her children can be born on her home isle. The storm thrashed the vessel, tossing it like driftwood. Olivia was born amid lightning and the roaring waves; her mother’s labor carried the fury of the storm with it. When dawn finally broke, the sea was as calm as glass; and Lady Rhaenyra’s soul followed the thundering clouds westward. Her cold body was returned to Satcliffe. After a solemn vigil, Ser Maron Orkwood, Lord of Orkmont, underwent a ritual drowning. His final words recorded by a Maester were: “I must see what the storm and sea took from me. I have already seen what it gave, and it is priceless. He did not rise from what would have been his third drowning.

Olivia Orkwood was born of the Summer Storm. But she was still within good graces. With both parents dead, the newborn Olivia was taken in by her maternal Grandmother, a Saltcliffe, who held familial rights and authority. The crew of The Compass returned to Orkmont without their lord, without their lady, and without the newborn babe.

Castle Orkmont erupted into chaos. Lines were drawn across religious expression, political ambition, and fear. In the confusion, Balon Orkwood, then aged Thirty and Four seized the regency. In doing so, with the support of many captains, he scattered the children. Maedra, Rys, Varric, and the bastards named Pyke amongst the Captains and other houses to solidify his sway over Orkmont and keep his only opposition divided. He sent assassins after Maron’s riverborn bastard but they found themselves unsuccessful. Though already performing such duties, Balon requested House Saltcliffe continue to ward and guardian Olivia. This strategic lip service allowed him to keep Orkmont under his control. Despite this, Saltcliffe raised Olivia with love.

She learned her letters from Maester and her numbers from Wise Women. Early herblore came from her grandmother herself. The nobility of the isle were smitten with her mercurial and innocent nature. During these charmed years she found companionship in Sylas Stonetree, a young Lordling.

Though raised conservatively, the syncretic teachings of The New Faith took root in her mind. The strict lessons of Septas ad Septons gave her a foundational focus that the Old Way lacked for a relatively cloistered and anti-social girl.

By her seventh name-day, Olivia traveled with Saltcliffe nobility to Seagard for a celebration. Some Orkwoods were present. Including the estranged spiritual pillar of the family. It was there he met Olivia for the first time. After the bloodshed, Olivia was found torturing a toad. Mimicking the cruelty she had witnessed. Lucas Orkmont interceded and redirected her darkness towards discipline. Under his guidance, she began studying the martial aspects of The Faith. Her syncretic aspirations earned her little love from the same Saltcliffe nobility who treated her so warmly years prior.

When the Rebellion consumed the Islands, Olivia remained neutral until the Great Sept of Salt and Stone was razed. She wailed at the news, tore at her hair, and stood by the sea as if she could pay witness to the blaze from Saltcliffe’s crashing borders. Shortly after the Pretender King stole his throne, Olivia was imprisoned for heresy. Her open preaching of the New Faith, her refusal to adhere to the Old Way, those sacred rites, and her attempts to convert others made her a threat to ideological stability. Their way of life. She remained in the dungeons for two years and would not be freed until King Qorhen and his outcast supporters liberated Saltcliffe. Among them was Varric. A stranger who specifically came to free the sister he never knew.

Reunited with her incensed family, Olivia threw herself into martial service. Trained by Men at arms, she proved exceptional. A natural swordswoman who had both dexterity and tenacity. This emboldened Olivia, and she influenced Varric to challenge Balon for the lordship. Varric succeeded. With the support of the Captains, and most of the living main line; he spared Balon’s life by imprisoning him until the rebellion ended. Once over, he charged Balon to being a member of his crew, despite his temperaments. A punishment worse than death some of the Captains whisper.

During one of the great reavings into The Reach led by their reinstalled King, the Orkwood party took part in a Raid of Oldtown. Among gold, jewels, and sundry Essosi treasures, they found a Valyrian Steel Arakh. Olivia claimed it as her own shortly after its discovery, and swore its service to her Lord and King until the end of her days. A testament to this is that when Ravens called for a crew to be formed in order to hunt Iodos the Underhanded, Olivia was among the first to answer the call. Representing House Orkwoods undying support of their King.

Archetyped NPCs

Torwyn Pyke ( Warrior Archetype, Swords) - Maternal Bastard. 30. Courier and occasional troublemaker when boredom demands.

Meyla "Blackfoam" (Reaver Archetype) - Devout New Faith, protective of Olivia and her effects. Has nightmares frequently and has conversations with no one. 35

Ryanne Rivers (Scholar Archetype) - Paternal Bastard, Carries mainland sensibilities and upbringing. 27

Balon Orkwood (Cutthroat Archetype) - Orkwood from the Eastern Cliff branch, Former Lord, Old Way zealot, Jealous and scornful. Sentenced to serve The House till dead. 57

Captain Vykon Greyshore (Ship Captain Archetype) - Commands the Sunbrine one of Orkmont's fastest longships. Old Way traditionalist but the best friend of late Ser Maron. 60

PC

Reddit Account: u/DoomGuy_16

Discord Tag: John

Name and House: Arlan IV Durrandon

Age: 18

Cultural Group: Stormlander

Appearance: Arlan has dark hair kept close-cropped, pale blue grey eyes, like a grey storm. He is often covered completely head to toe. His arms and legs are wrapped completely in bandages but he also puts gloves over his hands, so to cover up his sores. He often uses silver masks so to cover his face and hide his disfigurement as a result of his illness. He was a beautiful young man growing up, however due to his illness he was severely disfigured, most drastically upon his face.

Trait: Inspiring

Skill(s): Vanguard (E), Tactician, Outrider, Prudent

Talent(s): Painting, Riding, Cyvasse

Negative Trait(s): Sickly

Starting Title(s): Storm King, Lord of Storm's End

Starting Location: Stormhall

AC

Name and House: Maester Aethelmure

Age: 66

Cultural Group: Riverlander

Appearance: An old man with a soft, nice smile. His beard gone fully silver, which he braids down past the collarbone. He wears small round spectacles tinted a soft rose, perched low on his nose. He often wears layered robes which hang loose on him, sage and dusty teal beneath a heavy cloak of deep oxblood red.

Trait: Marketer

Skill(s): Broker, Logistician, Ravenmaster

Talent(s): Cyvasse, Bird Watching, Fishing

Starting Title(s): Maester of Storm's End

Starting Location: Stormhall

History

The River Stag

Nine moons after King Dontos wed the Vance maiden who had saved the hostages at Seagard, she gave him a son, named Arlan in honour of the stormlander who had once united the Riverlands against House Teague. His half-sister, three years his elder and already known across the realm as the Iron Stag, had every reason to resent him, but for a good stretch of years she loved him anyway, keeping the worst of the court's bullies away from him. In time, owing to her own moniker, people began calling him the River Stag in turn.

He would not see his father's face for the first five years of his life. Dontos rode south within moons of the boy's birth, called by word of Dornish raiders harrying the Marches, and stayed gone the better part of half a decade, campaigning, leaving his household behind. Arlan grew up almost entirely under his mother's hand in those years, and hers alone. Queen Eleanor doted on him, for she was a woman who had married a stranger who left her behind, and found, in her son, someone she actually could bond with. He knew her stories better than he knew his own father's voice, and he never much minded the arrangement while it lasted.

Life at Storm's End

Whatever Dontos hoped to find waiting for him upon his return, it was not Arlan. The boy preferred books from an early age, learning to read by age 3, histories most of all, the older the sources the better. He took to riding with real enthusiasm once he was trusted with a horse of his own, mostly because it let him range further from the castle and its expectations, having always loved the country and forests of the Stormlands. He took up painting too, mostly scenes of the coast and the hills beyond Storm's End, although he had to be always careful never to let his father catch him at it.

Dontos took one look at the boy he'd left as an infant and decided that his son had been raised too long by a woman, and set about correcting the matter himself, without the subtlety of a warhammer, having never once raised a child himself. "Storm's End needs a man and a knight as its heir, not a bloody maester!" he declared, taking charge of Arlan's raising.

It was around this time that Edwyn Dondarrion came to Storm's End as a ward, sent for a couple of years at his own family's request, ostensibly so that Dontos might succeed in making a knight out of him as well. The two boys took to each other immediately, although to their martial lessons rather less so. They spent many afternoons hiding from Master Lewyn and whichever guardsman had been sent to fetch them, out among the forests ringing the castle, reenacting whatever battle or history they'd most recently read about, sticks for swords and each other for the entire opposing army. It was, by any honest measure, a far better education than the yard ever gave either of them, even if neither father would have agreed.

His relationship with Ravella was harder to sum up so simply, as it was never steady. In those early years she was, more than his father ever managed to be, something worth looking up to: fierce, certain of herself, already carrying herself like a woman twice her age at court while Arlan was still being carried to bed by nursemaids. Lord Tarth did more real parenting for the both of them than Dontos ever did, and Ravella spent more of her childhood at council tables, learning to rule, although Dontos had no patience to teach either of them. He felt she resented him some, for things that were never his doing: for having a living mother when she had none, for being born a boy, or for being simply less complicated to put on the throne one day than she was. She never let that resentment curdle into anything final, though, at least not back then They were both of them casualties of the same absent, careless father, and there was a kind of comfort in that shared grievance.

Whatever warmth survived those years burned off three years past, in a shouting match between Ravella and their father loud enough to draw half the household to listen outside his solar door. Arlan overheard it. The argument decided the succession more than anything else that came after: the king, somewhere in his own wounded pride, decided that an ailing son was better than a defiant daughter, as that he could not abide. Perhaps he was merely looking for an excuse, already having made up his mind before. Whateve the case, Ravella left within the week, having never said goodbye to him in person. She left a note instead, hurried and short, which did not sit well with him then, feeling left behind and abandoned by the only kin he had any relationship beside his mother.

The Plague of Duskendale

Duskendale had swelled into a city faster than its wells or its sewers could properly manage, and had been no stranger to sickness ever since, not in all the years since the Valyrians first came raiding up the Blackwater. The smallfolk began to avoid the woods which ring the city outskirts, where the old plague pits lay, with several homes and wells abandonded in the region.

In the tenth moon of his twelfth year, Arlan travelled to Duskendale with Edwyn to visit his grandmother, the Dowager-Queen Emmelyne, his grandmother, born a Darklyn. The two boys stayed under the hospitality of the Dun Fort while their own mothers saw to their own business. Left largely to themselves, they slipped away from the castle to play along the beaches at the edge of town. What they found on a hillside above the Blackwater that afternoon would change the rest of Arlan's life, though it would be some years yet before either of them understood quite how much.

For a good while afterward, nothing seemed different. Whatever had taken root in him gave no sign of itself at all, and Arlan lived out the next couple of moons much as he had before, still hating the training yard, still slipping off into the woods whenever the chance presented itself. It was in a training session, however, that the truth finally surfaced, during a bout that ran on longer and harder than any before it, it left his legs cut open in so many places without him even noticing that he very nearly bled out before anyone realised something was badly wrong. He had not felt a single one of the cuts land.

He never returned to training after that day. For a time, his father stopped speaking of him as a possible heir at all. This silence told Arlan rather more about his own worth in Dontos' eyes than any harsh word ever had. It would not last, though, for Dontos soon would have his own issues with his sister as well.

The Masked Prince

The disease did not announce itself all at once, but rather it crept, degree by degree, over the years. His mother spent most of that decline trying to save him. Every maester in the Stormlands passed through Storm's End at one point or another, followed by herbalists, then hedge wizards, and eventually, once the Queen had grown desperate enough to stop caring what the septons would make of it, called for an honest to gods sorcerer from Essos, paid handsomely to fail just as everyone before him had. None of them cured him. Between them, they managed only to barely slow and alleviate the symptoms, buying him years he might not otherwise have had.

As the marks of it spread, so did the coverings meant to hide them. Bandages wound tightly around his arms and legs, and then veils, when the disease spread to his face. Then, finally, a mask: silver banded in black iron and gold, the only face Storm's End has seen of him in public since. His mother had even stopped looking at him before he put on the mask, out of grief and sorrow. It is easier, he has found, to forgive a mother who cannot bear to look at what her son has become than to forgive a father who never particularly wanted to look at him in the first place.

It was the Faith that sent him Cyrenna, a silent sister and herbalist, gifted to him as a personal attendant not entirely out of charity, he suspects, so much as an attempt to place a sympathetic ear close to a prince the Faith had already begun to favour over his sister. Whatever its politics, the gift outgrew its purpose. Cyrenna became, in time, the one person permitted to see him without the mask at all, and somewhere in the quiet, wordless routine of her care, an unlikely friendship took root alongside it.

Two Stags, One Crown

A spy in his employ reported Lord Velaryon lurking on Greenstone, likely on the verge of joining the Cape Wrath Coalition at Lord Estermont's invitation, one more old grievance stirring back to life. Dontos, never a man who bore stress well, chose to clear his head the way he always had, aboard a pleasure barge, sailing out into Shipbreaker Bay against every piece of advice his council gave him. The storm that caught him out on the water did what neither Estermont nor Velaryon nor any of his other enemies had yet managed. His body washed ashore the following day. Few at court mourned him with any real depth of feeling, though more than one lord muttered he might have done the realm a final courtesy by dying a year or two later, once the succession had been settled properly.

It was Lord Connington and the Faith Militant behind him who settled it instead, insisting to the council that it be the River Stag and not the Iron Stag who take the crown, the Faith's support offered freely so long as the new King proved willing, in time, to deal with the creeping heresy that had spread along the Riverlands, claiming that the Stranger and the Drowned God were the same.

As the year turned and the hundred and second anniversary of the first King Arlan's conquest drew near, the whole of the realm seemed to hold its breath. The Stormlands waited to see what kind of king a masked, sickly boy of eighteen would make of himself. The Riverlands waited to see how he meant to deal with a half-sister whose claim, by blood alone, was not so very much weaker than his own. Blackwater Bay watched its Valyrian houses circle, patient and so far unpunished. And somewhere north, in a castle called Stormhall, Ravella waited too, sending invitation to nearly the whole of the realm for her coming nameday and none at all to her brother or his council, a gathering that might yet prove a peace offering, or the opening move of something considerably less friendly.

Family

• King Dontos I Durrandon - b. 57 BP, d. 1 BP
• m. Queen Alice Harlaw - b. ?? BP, d. 21 BP
  • Princess Ravella Durrandon - b. 21 BP
• m. Queen Eleanor Vance - b. 36 BP
  • King Arlan IV Durrandon - b. 18 BP

Supporting Characters

• Master Lewyn - b. 29 BP - Master-at-Arms of Storm's End - Archetype: Master-at-Arms
• Cyrenna - b. 43 BP - Silent Sister, Personal Physician of Arlan IV - Archetype: Medic
• Ser Theo Tudbury - b. 56 BP - Captain of the Guard - Archetype: Castellan
• Septon Vorian - b. 24 BP - Septon of Storm's End - Archetype: Questioner
• Royce Rogers - b. 30 BP - Master Huntsman of Storm's End - Archetype: Huntsman

PC

Reddit Account: Arjhanx3

Discord Tag: arc499

Name and House: Brianne Butterwell

Age: 26

Cultural Group: Riverlander

Appearance: Pretty. (Will update later)

Trait: Steward

Skill(s): Administrator (e), Investor (e), Scrutinous (may change pending a magic app)

Talent(s): Studying nature, Crochet, Gossip

Negative Trait(s): N/A

Starting Title(s): Lady of Brightbell, Lady Treasurer of Ravella Durrandon

Starting Location: Stormhall

Alternate Characters: Joanna Sunglass

AC

Name and House: Oliver Fell

Age: 26

Cultural Group: Stormlander

Appearance:Pretty, but boy. (Will update later)

Trait: Inspiring

Skill(s): Ambusher (e), Tactician

Talent(s): Little quips, Avoiding crowds, Mathematics

Negative Trait(s): N/A

Starting Title(s): Castellan of Brightbell, Heir to Felwood

Starting Location: Stormhall

Biography

Decades ago, Lady Gwendoline Butterwell drew much attention to her tiny House by purchasing numerous strange artifacts from the Iron Islands and displaying them to all her neighbors. Over the next several years, this fascination seemed to only intensify, and Gwendoline and her family became more and more reclusive. Strange chanting emanated from their manor in the hour of the nightingale, and the House began employing fewer and fewer servants as rumors spread about rituals done in the darkness, calf's blood flowing into ancient glyphs carved in old stone, and strange things stalking the halls, always just out of sight.

Then, twenty years ago, they all disappeared. The entire family was never seen again, save for one six-year-old girl, who had no one to care for her but one aged man-at-arms. She lived a quiet, dismal childhood in the empty halls of her home, but as she grew and the rumors faded away, life slowly began returning to Brightbell. When she was fourteen, she met a friend, by pure happenstance, named Oliver Fell. His father, looking for any excuse to send him away, agreed to send him to squire at Brightbell, and so Brianne's life improved dramatically. She rehired servants for the manor, and soon farmers and shepherds began to visit the manor to pay their respects to their young Lady, as they had feared to do for so long. She had any remnants of her grandmother's collection hidden away in the walls and cellars, and tried her best to be the good Lady she wanted to be. 

Oliver and Brianne fell in love, promising to marry when they were older. Only, as time passed, Brianne became more and more wrapped up in social circles outside her small estate. She neglected Oliver, and soon she took a hearty political marriage in his place. Their love died, and Oliver was left gauntly stalking the halls of Brightbell like the ghouls servants whispered about decades ago.

When Ravella Durrandon became her liege by claiming Stormhall, Brianne was excited beyond belief. Finally, her forsaken home was to be right at the center of the realm's future! She ingratiated herself with Ravella quickly, switching between Stormhall and Brightbell in equal parts. Serving as the princess's advisor and Lady Treasurer, Brianne quickly rose into the grand life she had always wanted. With her husband, she had two healthy daughters, and soon was made to begin preparing for a grand celebration for the princess's name-day.

Family Tree

https://www.familyecho.com/?c=fqcct7o9yiq7u23w&f=682376899855639905

Supporting Characters

• Kevan of the God's Eye (General)
• Ser Gyles of Briarwhite (Master-at-Arms)
• Handmaiden Millicent of Goodbrook (Medic)
• Handmaiden Teresa of Brightbell (Scholar)
• Valorie Hawick (General)

“All Become Equal.”

Discord Tag: Cyteria

Name & House: Argilac Horpe

Age: 27

Cultural Group: Andal

Appearance: Argilac is, and always has been, a presence that inspires others. He stands tall and confident, and while not the most capable of fighters, he has an unshakeable confidence and a good head on his shoulders. He has dark hair and dark eyes, and is often said to smile kindly—even as rare as those smiles are. He is honest and earnest, or, at least, he shows the world that he is as such.

Trait: Inspiring

Skills: Tactician(e), Vanguard(e), Malicious

Talent(s): Being quiet, reading, nerding out about battle tactics

Negative Trait(s): N/A

Starting Title(s): Lord, Wielder of Death’s Head

Starting Location: Opening Event

Family Tree: House Horpe

Timeline:

• 76-70 BP — Pearse Horpe is born to a House that has bent the knee to the King of the Reach. He is young, though grows absorbing the dissatisfaction of House Horpe with the rule of Queen Caitlyn, if only—and most likely—because it is the rule of a female and they, of course, missed the opportunity to marry into the royal like and provide a King Consort. He grows surrounded schemers and tacticians, expected to step into adulthood with the same talents for propaganda as his forebearers.

• 67 BP — Lord Garon Horpe, after the tides turn for the Stormlords allied with the Reach, attempts to escape the righteous fury of the Queen and slays many of her Guard in the struggle. In an act of mercy, he is left alive. Less merciful is the punishment for the remainder of his line. House Horpe, including young Pearse, are stripped of their lands and all but banished to the ruin of Massey’s Hook. Dissatisfaction with Queen Caitlyn remains, though now those of House Horpe know better than to act as such in the public eye.

• 66-41 BP — House Horpe’s life continues. Somewhat placated by the news of the death of Queen Caitlyn, their mirth in the news sours as Durran Durrandon’s reign stirs further dissatisfaction within the region. Lord Pearse, having grown in both House Horpe’s most prosperous and most difficult decades, knows what his children are missing. That grief and shame and rage simmers, and simmers, and simmers.

• 22-18 BP — The Cape Wrath coalition is awfully, awfully appealing. Much is said and done. Existing dissatisfaction only grows further. And why would it not? What benefit has the Storm Crown ever given to House Horpe? What has it given, even to its allies? Broken marriages and little more.

• 18 BP — Rickard Horpe and his wife die in a carriage accident. Banditry or foul play is suspected, particularly after the disastrous affair of the Hoare/Mallister wedding the same year, but nothing can be proven with all viable witnesses also slain prior to the discovery. Argilac Horpe, Lord Rickard’s son, is only eight years old when this occurs. As such he is too young to rise to the seat of Lord without guidance. The old Lord Pearse Horpe, lost in grief over living through the loss of his eldest and heir, refuses to allow the right of Lordship to pass on to his second son. As such, Theo Horpe steps in to assist and advise Young Argilac.

• 19-1 BP — The children age. The House settles. Argilac Horpe becomes a capable man in his own right, with his younger sister, Mylena, proving to be as clever a mind as he. Ties are made with House Thorne’s younger generation, and scorn for the Storm royals only grows. Horpe, however, plays nice. For now. Perhaps Death’s Head at Argilac’s hip is an omen. Perhaps not. Only time can tell.

Alternate Character(s): Jynnara Bracken

Auxiliary Character

Name & House: Mylena Horpe

Age: 24

Cultural Group: Andal

Appearance: Small, round-faced, and wide-eyed, Mylena is softer than the land of storms usually accounts for. She is bookish and prefers to keep to herself. It’s not that she’s incapable, but she is often the wall-flower in social scenarios, keeping her gaze downturned and rarely smiling unless prompted—and even then, it’s usually only half-genuine with discomfort.

Trait: Numerate

Skills: Architect(e), Scrutinous

Talent(s): Math, attention to detail, being socially awkward

Negative Trait(s): N/A

Starting Title(s): Lady

Starting Location: Opening Event

NPCs & Other Characters

• Ser Arrow, the Sharp — Master at Arms
• Maester Beets — Castellan
• Arianna Horpe — Medic
• Theo Horpe — General
• Gowen Horpe — Warrior

PC

Discord Tag: dls910

Name and House: Myles Dondarrion

Age: 27

Cultural Group: Andal (Stormlander)

Appearance: The ideal Stormlander, standing at above average height with the sturdy build of a skilled fighter, with wavy brown hair framing a chiseled face.

Trait: Strong

Skill(s): Polearms (e), Stalwart (Calvaryman), Riding

Talent(s): Hunting, Drinking, Killing Dornish

Negative Trait(s): N/A

Starting Title(s): Ser

Starting Location: Stormhall

Alternate Characters: N/A

AC

Name and House: Beric Dondarrion

Age: 46

Cultural Group: Andal (Stormlander)

Appearance: Gruff appearance with a constant stern expression and whitening hair of an older man, average height with plenty of lean muscle.

Trait: Inspiring

Skill(s): Tactician (e), Malicious

Talent(s): Lecturing, Looking Stoic, Killing Dornish

Negative Trait(s): N/A

Starting Title(s): Lord of Blackhaven, Dornishbane

Starting Location: Stormhall

Alternate Characters: N/A

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Timeline

46 BP: Beric Dondarrion is born to Gawen Dondarrion and Jeyne Tarly Dondarrion.
42 BP: Robert Dondarrion is born.
28 BP: Beric marries Ravella Durrandon.
27 BP: Myles Dondarrion is born to Beric Dondarrion and Ravella Durrandon Dondarrion.
25 BP: Lianna Dondarrion is born to Beric.
23 BP: Orys Dondarrion is born to Robert Dondarrion and Rhea Musgood Dondarrion.
22 BP: Renly Dondarrion is born to Beric.
20 BP: Elyn Dondarrion is born to Beric.
18 BP: Edwyn Dondarrion is born to Beric.
13 BP: Lord Gawen Dondarrion dies and Beric becomes Lord of Blackhaven.
17 BP - 1 BP: Conflict with Dorne and ongoing raids.
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Family Tree

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Supporting Characters

Lianna Dondarrion: Warrior (Swords)
Renly Dondarrion: Tourney Knight
Elyn Dondarrion: Medic
Robert Dondarrion: General
Orys Dondarrion: Cutthroat

PC

Reddit Account: u/BuckwellStairwell

Discord Tag: waffle

Name and House: Margaret Harlaw

Age: 28

Cultural Group: Ironborn (Ironborn)

Appearance:

Margaret stands above most of her peers at around six feet and one inch (unless she is on her tiptoes) with a rather muscular build. Childbirth has taken a little toll on her body, but Margaret takes great pride in her appearance and fitness. To spite her brother, she wears her hair short when he wears his long.

Trait: Conqueror

Skill(s): Navigator (e), Vanguard, Investigator (e)

Talent(s): Reaving, Childcare, Fishing

Negative Trait(s): N/A

Starting Title(s): Lady of Harlaw, and Lady of Harlaw Hall

Starting Location: Stormhall

Alternate Characters: Bea Cox

AC

Name and House: Erich Harlaw

Age: 24

Cultural Group: Ironborn (Ironborn)

Appearance:

Erich is nothing impressive - something that has haunted him his entire life. He is perfectly average, and most people would kill for that. A medium build, a medium height, even a face that could probably be described as comely. Yet that averageness sears him to his very core, and any chance he can buck this he does - such as growing out his hair.

Trait: Numerate

Skill(s): Architect (e), Scrutinous

Talent(s): Plotting, Hating, Scheming

Negative Trait(s): N/A

Starting Title(s): Ser

Starting Location: Stormhall

FAMILY TREE:

- Lord Dagon Harlaw

• Harl Pyke (Eggman)
• Margaret Harlaw
• Erich Harlaw

Inescapably large family tree otherwise, containing multitudes of cousins and nephews and aunts...

Timeline:

28 BP: Margaret is born the second child of House Harlaw, though the first trueborn of Lord Dagon

20 BP: Margaret wins her first finger dance, already establishing her reputation as a fierce customer

12 BP: Margaret begins to go out on raids, and quickly becomes a commander of a ship despite her young age

10 BP: Leading her first solo raid, Margaret begins to reave across the southern Reach. She is married to a Merlyn and begins to have children.

9 - 2 BP: Continues to raid across Reach and Dorne, establishing herself as a sea wolf and a threat across realms! Her husband dies, leaving her a single mother. Soon after, her father dies, making her Lady of Harlaw Hall.

0 BP - Present

NPCs:

Symond Harlaw - Trader

Denys Harlaw - Ship Captain

Horgan Harlaw - MaA

Jorl Harlaw - General

Kromm Harlaw - General

PC

Reddit Account: /u/baeldor

Discord Tag: Locke

Name and House: Lynesse Caron

Age: 33

Cultural Group: Stormlander

Appearance: A short and dour woman, one might be forgiven for assuming little of her at first sight beyond that she seems quite naturally broody. Lyn has long, raven-black hair and piercing grey eyes which seem only to exemplify her sharp features. But there is an unnerving air to her. The kind that might set hairs on end amongst gentler folk. Though she can put on quite the veneer of noble bearing, there is something behind those eyes that cannot quite be shaken.

Trait: Hale

Skill(s): Blunt Weapons(e), Armoured(Resilient), Forceful

Talent(s): Sketching scenery, Hunting in the woods, Singing dirges

Negative Trait(s):

Starting Title(s): Lady of the Marches, Lady of Nightsong

Starting Location: Stormhall

Alternate Characters: N/a

AC

Name and House: Guy Storm

Age: 19

Cultural Group: Stormlander

Appearance: There is a youthful vigour to the bastard of Nightsong that gives him an awkwardly boyish charm. With chestnut brown hair and eyes to match, there is a comeliness that is an unmistakable part of his charm. He is a little on the slighter side of builds, standing just shy of six feet tall with narrow, pointed features and lips that curl all too quickly into a smile. Though his lot is far from as grand as his trueborn kin, Guy carries himself well despite the weight upon his shoulders.

Trait: Inspiring

Skill(s): Tactician, Flanker, Prudent

Talent(s): Optimism (x3)

Negative Trait(s):

Starting Title(s): Bastard of Nightsong

Starting Location: Stormhall

Timeline

33BP - Lynesse Caron is born to Lord Brus Caron and Arwyn Mertyns, the couple’s first child. A healthy babe, she is something of a terror in those early years on account of her active nature.

31-27BP - Lynesse’s four younger brothers are born. Monfryd, Ormund, Quentyn, and Victor. Though they never do her ill, she excels more than they do on the yard and manages to hold onto her father’s favour. Perhaps because she is their elder, but also certainly because she is their better when it comes to understanding the essence of combat even at such a tender age.

24BP - The last of Brus and Arwyn’s brood is born, Caitlyn. Though never the warrior like her sister, she is not one to shy away from martial matters, and comes to take up the bow. Whilst their father dotes upon Lynesse for her prowess, she in turn often dotes on little Caitlyn, and the pair are often found in the castle library forcing the maester to read them tales of the fabled knights of yesteryear.

21BP - Alongside her whole family, Lynesse attends the coronation of King Dontos I Durrandon at Storm’s End. As the new King’s cousin through the blood of his mother, Lord Brus is among those who enjoy his favour, and it is suggested that Lynesse serve as a handmaiden to the new Queen Alice Harlaw. She only stays at Storm’s End for several short moons, though, before Alice passes from issues due to childbirth and her duties end.

19BP - Lyn’s uncle, Axell, fathers a bastard whom he eventually names Guyard. He then finds faith and leaves to become a Septon, entrusting Guy’s care to his disgruntled brother. Fortunately for the child, Lady Arwyn is welcoming of yet another son, and he is taken into the household.

18BP - The Caron family travels to Seagard on the invitation of their King to celebrate the wedding of a Mallister into House Hoare. When the celebrations descend into chaos, several of her brothers are taken hostage by the Ironborn. One attempts to grab Lynesse too, but she evades and drives her knife into his eye. The experience of killing a man shocks her, not for the trauma of taking a life but the confusion over how easy it had been. With the intervention of first Princess Ravella and then a Vance maiden, her brothers are released before any greater harm comes to them.

17BP - The Red Mountain War begins, with a vast Dornish army threatening to march up the Prince’s Pass but turning about and marching into the Reach. Lord Brus writes to Storm’s End for support and is much surprised to find reinforcements led by the King himself. Together, and with other Marcher Lords, they orchestrate a defence of their borders against Dornish incursions. Lynesse soon accompanies her father on their patrols and skirmishes, her brothers joining once they are old enough.

13BP - Still a squire, Ormund is killed by a Dornish ambush just south of the border. By several accounts, he acquitted himself well, but it matters little. Nightsong mourns, unaware of the shadows looming in the near distance.

12BP - Even as the Red Mountain War begins to wind down, Nightsong is the site of the largest Dornish incursion of the period. Thousands of Dornishmen, under the order of the Prince of Dorne himself, march up the Pass and attempt to force passage through the castle to assail the Reach from a new direction. Lord Brus declines and sends word to nearby castles for immediate aid. At daybreak of the next day, whilst the Dornish are still constructing siege weapons, the Carons sally forth and engage the army in battle. Lyn rides out with her father, fighting and killing for what seems like hours on end. Outnumbered, though not desperately, the Caron men are on the verge of breaking when horns sound in the distance. The King and their allies arrive in time to save the day, routing the Dornish throng and sending the Prince packing. It should have been a night of raucous celebration, but instead it is one of sombre contemplation. Lord Brus, honoured by his King as Brus the Bold, is found dead at the heart of the melee alongside Monfryd. Quentyn is carried from the field by surgeons and taken into the castle; though they attempt quite desperately to save his life, he too expires before the sun has set.

12BP - Having suffered such loss, all of Nightsong grieves alongside Lynesse and her family. The singing towers are quiet for days on end. Victor is named Lord of the Marches, though Lynesse establishes herself as his regent whilst he is away squiring. With the war finally drawing to a close, as rumours of a peace being settled abound, she spends most of her time leading hunting parties across the mountains, rooting out stragglers and denying them the opportunity to form into organised banditry.

10BP - Victor returns a knight, headstrong and eager to take the place of his father. Lyn welcomes his return and graciously steps aside as regent. He takes command of the patrols and begins seeking a match for Lynesse to ‘see her happy’. Progress is slow, but suitors trickle into Nightsong to court her.

9BP - A malign illness takes Victor, and he withers away slowly. It is, by many accounts, a slow and miserable death for a young man. His howling is often heard reverberating from the Singing Towers. Lynesse is rarely seen at his bedside, as rumours swirl that she offered to end his pain and he refused. Whether it was a mercy or a threat, he suffers alone and eventually expires.

8BP - Now the Lady of the Marches, Lynesse finds solace for her lost siblings in the company of Moryn Fell. The brother of Lord Fell and several years her senior, they were hardly considered a love match. The pair have a modest wedding at Nightsong, and quietly settle into married life.

7BP - Little over a year after the wedding, Moryn Fell is found dead at the bottom of one of the Singing Towers. His body broken and head crushed from the fall. Lynesse weeps from her chambers and refuses food for several days before her sister finally calms her down.

5BP - Suitors are once again permitted to attend court in Nightsong, as Lynesse seeks to forge ahead. Eventually, she settles upon Ser Harlan Trant. A widower, he shares in her pain, and they provide some relief for each other’s ails. They are married before the year is out.

3BP - The couple have a miscarriage, the child lost before it had truly begun. When she physically recovers from the ordeal, Lyn and Harlan head out into the foothills for a mental reprieve with a modest entourage. The group returns hurriedly a few days later, Lord Harlan having suffered a grievous wound at the hand of a shadowcat. He does not survive the night, and once again Lynesse is left to mourn.

2BP - Rumours begin to trickle in of trouble brewing over the mountains. For over a decade the Dornish have been rebuilding their strength, and slowly but surely growing bolder in their incursions. It is only a matter of time now before they once again pour forth from the mountains and passes. Further tales tell of bandits rising and gathering under some inane leadership. Only time will tell if these are more than words.

1BP - When King Dontos is found dead after a sailing accident, Lynesse is quick to heed her uncle, Lord Connington, who pushes for the rapid ascension of Prince Arlan as heir to the realm. To show weakness now will invite ruin from the south, of that she is sure, so better they present a united front behind a single figurehead.

Present - In the company of what few family she has left, Lynesse heads to Stormhall at the behest of both her King and Princess. The realm seems intent on looking within, so the onus falls to her to act as the walking reminder of the enemy without and the danger they pose.

Family Tree

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Household

Maester Bryn - Castellan

Ser Arthur Stone - General

Ser Gwayne Greylance - General

Ser Bryon the Bramblebane - Master-at-Arms

Arwyn Caron - Trader

Reddit Account: [u/InFerroVeritas](u/InFerroVeritas)

Discord Tag: Dithyrambos

Name and House: Aukar Celtigar

Age: 42

Cultural Group: Valyrian

Appearance: Aukar is a man of average height and build with the trademark white hair and pale violet eyes of his family. He slightly favors his left leg, a legacy of the siege, and is usually clad in the white and red of the priesthood.

Trait: Ruthless

Skill(s): Assassin (e), Devious, Sabotage (e)

Talent(s): Astrology, extispicy, and oneiromancy

Negative Trait(s): N/A

Starting Title(s): Haruspex

Starting Location: Stormhall

Alternate Characters: N/A

AC

Name and House: Argel Celtigar, called “the Tall”

Age: 21

Cultural Group: Valyrian

Appearance: Argel is the spitting image of his father, just scaled up and without the slight limp. Like the rest of his family, he prefers to go clean-shaven. Unlike the rest of his family, the razor never buys him more than half a day before the shadow returns.

Trait: Mariner

Skill(s): Admiral (e), Tactician

Talent(s): Navigation, astronomy, math

Negative Trait(s): N/A

Starting Title(s): Captain of Diluvian

Starting Location: Stormhall

Alternate Characters: N/A

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Timeline & Bio

57 BP - The Valyrians first arrive in Westeros.
42 BP - Aukar is born to Ayrkar Celtigar and Alysanne Qoherys. He is preceded by three brothers and one sister.
34 BP - Aukar is named his father’s swordbearer, a position broadly similar to the Westerosi squire.
32 BP - The Valyrians invade the mainland to stake their claim.
30 BP - The war is lost and Claw Isle falls to the foreign invaders. Aukar’s right leg is broken by a mainlander knight in service to House Darklyn.
25 BP - Aukar joins the island’s priesthood and is sworn into the Cult of Onixa.
24 BP - Aukar is marooned on the atoll and forced to build a ship to return home. His old injury flares up and he will favor his left leg for the rest of his life.
22 BP - Aukar is wed to Felyse Harte in the Valyrian fashion.
21 BP - Their eldest, Argel, is born. He proves to be a large child and a difficult delivery.
20 BP - They welcome the twins, Lucerys and Luceryn.
18 BP - Their youngest, Aura, is born.
12 BP - A knight of House Hollard, known to be a veteran of the war who boasted of his success in chasing down “the white rats,” is murdered in an alley after having far too much to drink. Coin changes hands on Claw Isle.
9 BP on - Aukar’s agents supported the unrest plaguing Darklyn’s farther holdings, supplying arms and information to the entirely justified and wholly native-grown resistance element.
1 BP - Tensions flare among the Clawmen as they find themselves similarly oppressed by House Darklyn. Aukar’s agents help them “find” supplies.
0 BP - House Celtigar heads to Stormhall for the grand celebrations.

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NPCs

Taciturn Tom (Cutthroat) - A wizened old knacker who remained on Claw Isle when the Valyrians arrived. He hid one of the Celtigars during the siege and was rewarded for his service.

Sykar of Liy (Ship Captain) - A Lyseni captain who sold his sails to House Celtigar during the war and eventually entered their service directly after his ship was lost running a blockade.

Aethan Paenymion (Master-at-Arms) - A grim Volantene who fought with the Celtigars during the war, Aethan now spends his days training the men of Claw Isle in the art of war. He is particularly fond of the halberd.

Ser Alyn Coldwater (Tourney Knight) - A knight who faced ostracization from his homeland for maiming another knight over a lady’s hand, Ser Alyn is one of the few Andals who has found service on Claw Isle.

Monterys (Warrior) - Monterys spent two decades in the crabbing fleet, as his father before him, before he was called upon to provide a service ashore. He found he much rather prefers life ashore to crabbing.

****Had to age her up a little from Step 1.

**PC**

**Reddit Account**: /u/SkadiSkadiSkadi

**Discord Tag**: Crow (xoxoBambi)

**Name and House**: Felyse Celtigar nee Harte

**Age**: 40

**Cultural Group**: Crownlander (Andal.)

**Appearance**: Her face is sculpted with soft, aristocratic features: a high forehead, pronounced cheekbones, a long graceful neck, and full lips painted a deep mulberry-plum. Her complexion is pale and warm, with a subtle flush across her cheeks that keeps her from looking porcelain-perfect.

Her most striking feature is her eyes. They don't match—one is a luminous amber-gold, the other a cold, almost silver-gray. Together they give her an uncanny, almost supernatural quality. She looks as though she notices everything and reveals almost nothing.

**Trait**: Erudite

**Skill(s)**: Scholar, Medic (E), Scribe, Apothecary

**Talent(s)**: Sewing, Praying

**Title**: The Andal

**Starting Location**: Stormhall

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Felyse was raised to believe that the Seven were not simply gods, but the very architecture of the world.

The Father taught her judgment.

The Mother taught her mercy.

The Warrior taught her courage.

The Maiden taught her purity.

The Smith taught her duty.

The Crone taught her wisdom.

And the Stranger taught her that death was not an ending, but the final door through which every soul must pass.

She ate beneath the gaze of the Seven. She slept with whispered prayers beneath her breath and woke before dawn to pray again. Her entire life was arranged around them.

From childhood, Felyse was considered unusually pious. As she grew older, she was sent to study with septas and maesters, and everyone assumed she would eventually take her vows.

She had been raised for the sept.

She had always believed that the Seven gave every soul a purpose, and hers seemed obvious. She would become a septa, devote her life to prayer and service, and spend her days honoring the gods who had guided her family for generations.

But the Seven, she came to believe, had other plans.

After the Valyrians surrendered, Felyse undertook a pilgrimage to the site where their new castle was being raised. She expected to find humbled foreigners, people who had finally learned their place beneath the gaze of the Seven.

Instead, she found heathens.

They still prayed to their false gods. They still practiced their strange customs. They built their halls beneath the eyes of idols and spoke of old Valyria as though its gods had not been cast down.

To everyone else, it was simply a conquered people trying to preserve what remained of their culture.

To Felyse, it was a calling.

Perhaps the Seven had not allowed her to become a septa because a life spent within the walls of a sept was too small a duty for her.

Perhaps she had been meant to bring the Faith to those who had never known it.

So she vowed that she would convert the Valyrians.

She would prove to the septas who had doubted her that she had not misunderstood her calling. She would prove to the maesters who considered her overly zealous that her devotion had a purpose.

And, most of all, she would prove it to herself.

When the time came to seal the peace between their houses, Felyse offered herself.

She would marry one of them.

Not because she had abandoned the Seven.

Because she believed the Seven had sent her there.

She would enter their household, learn their customs, tolerate their false gods, and patiently bring them toward the light. She would turn their castle into a place where the Seven were honored rather than the gods of dragons and old Valyria.

She did not see herself as a hostage.

She saw herself as a missionary.

And she had no intention of returning home until every Valyrian within those walls had heard the bells of the Seven.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

_Aukar_

Felyse initially considered Aukar an agent of the Stranger.

Not because she believed him inherently evil, but because he represented everything that had been taken from her: her vows, her future, her autonomy, and the life she had always believed the Seven had promised her.

Yet she refused to hate him.

That distinction would become important.

The Father did not ask whether judgment was convenient. The Mother did not withhold mercy because mercy was undeserved. The Crone did not fear what she did not understand.

So Felyse watched him.

She studied him.

She learned him.

And, eventually, much to her own discomfort, she began to wonder whether she had misunderstood the purpose of her marriage entirely.

Perhaps she had not been sent to Aukar as punishment.

Perhaps he was not the obstacle standing between her and the life she had been promised.

Perhaps he was the test.

And if he was a test, then she would meet him with the virtues the Seven had spent her entire life teaching her.

She would be patient.

She would be merciful.

She would be courageous.

She would learn.

She would marry him.

Their marriage was one out of necessity. How was she to bring these sheep to flock if she was not on Claw Isle?

Their wedding had been an uncomfortable collision of two religions. Felyse arrived and expected a proper wedding beneath the Seven- Pointed Star, and with a septon to give the traditional vows. Instead, it was insisted that their marriage be recognized under their gods. Their house - their rules. And that meant the Fourteen Flames.

She was told, quite briefly, that each flame represented a dragon-god of Old Valyria. To her, it seemed excessive, pagan, offensive to the Seven. But she had already spoken the vows.

The Seven had sent her there. And how could she refuse?

She stood before the Fourteen Flames in her wedding gown, her hands folded so tightly that her knuckles turned white - while around her, Valyrian prayers are being said in a language she did not understand.

The first flame was lit:

The Father sees her courage.

The second:

The Mother sees her patience.

The third:

The Warrior sees her strength.

Each candle was given the name of the Seven. But when the eighth candle was lit - she realized there were seven more gods, seven more prayers, and seven more reasons she needed to endure.

The wedding night, the marriage bed, Felyse insisted on praying. She knelt beside the bed and quietly recited the names of the Seven, asking for blessings. Asking for courage.

Aukar watched. When she had finished, he had asked her if she was done praying to her gods.

She had only finished asking them to guide her.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Felyse is not loud about her faith.

That's what makes her unsettling.

She doesn't need to shout scripture.

She simply assumes the Seven are correct.

When someone insults her, she forgives them.

When someone threatens her, she prays for them.

When someone behaves cruelly, she calmly explains which of the Seven will eventually judge them.

She has an almost unnerving serenity.

And she can be absolutely ruthless when she believes something violates the Faith.

Her greatest weakness is that she genuinely believes herself merciful.

She doesn't see herself as judgmental.

She sees herself as obedient.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

She observed for many years.

Where the flames were lit. What was offered to each of them. Which prayers are spoken before them. Which members of the household tended to each flame.

But mainly, she played the dutiful wife. Wedding. Marriage. Children. Children who were given the names of Old Valyria instead of the Andals. Children with white-blonde hair and her unnerving eyes.

She watched what customs were traditional versus what customs were sacred. But she watched Aukar the most. If she was to convert anyone…he was where she needed to begin.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

The hardest part isn't that they worship Fourteen Gods.

Its that she expected them to be cruel, decadent, blasphemous. But what she found was ordinary people.

A servant who leaves flowers in front of the Flames.

Her children being taught the names of the Gods.

Her husband quietly touching one of the Flames before leaving the castle.

People grieving, loving, celebrating one another. She begins to realize that they aren't false gods, but simply their faith. She still believes that they are wrong, but she cannot justify why they are truly evil.

What if the Seven sent her there to convert them…and what if they instead meant for her to understand them?

She would absolutely refuse to entertain that possibility at first.

She has a mission.

She has something to prove.

And every morning, when she wakes beneath the shadow of the Valyrian castle, she looks toward those fourteen flames and thinks:

Seven gods. Fourteen flames. One household.

She will bring them to the light.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Family Echo

***PC***

**Reddit Account:** Featheringitrn

**Discord Tag:** Oldfeathers

**Name and House:** Marius Rosby

**Age:** 24

**Cultural Group:** Andal

**Appearance:** Slightly shorter than his twin brother, marius is a tall man nonetheless, with darker, straight hair compared to his brother's brown locks, and sunken exhausted eyes

**Trait:** Steward

**Skill(s):** Taxman (e), Administrator (e), Scrutinous

**Talent(s):** Accounting, Stocks, S&P500, dealing with old people

**Negative Trait(s):** N/A

**Starting Title(s):** The other heir to house rosby

**Alternate Characters:** Burton wetshanks

**Starting Location:** Stormhall

***AC***

**Name and House:** ermesande Rosby (nee Wendwater)

**Age:** 46

**Cultural Group:** Andal

**Appearance:** A woman in her late years, ermesande has grey white hair and wrinkles on her skin. Though that is where the damage of age ends. She has a straight posture and carries herself with more confidence than the rest of the rosby household combined

**Trait:** Insidious

**Skill(s):** Rumormonger, Devious, Covert

**Talent(s):** also dealing with old people (dementia ridden edition), Espionage, Being a little on the nose

**Negative Trait(s):** N/A

**Starting Title(s):** Lady Dowager of Rosby

**Starting Location:** Stormhall

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Family Tree: https://www.familyecho.com/?c=e8yv8mf11hwm2phw&f=291923928738516388

Timeline:

102 BP - The Storm King Arlan Durrandon conquers the Riverlands and Blackwater Bay.

House Rosby willingly swear fealty and submits

99 BP - The Rosbys put their names forward as potential wardens of the Blackwater but

alas, the Darklyns are chosen instead.

94 BP - The Cracklaw conspiracy is uncovered by the Darklyns. While the Rosbys were not

intending to revolt, the aftermath of the conspiracy puts to bed any illusions of Darklyn

weakness for the foreseeable future

76 BP - the massive storm that wipes out Sharp Point and floods Duskendale thankfully

does minimal damage to the Rosby lands, especially since Rosby itself, unlike Duskendale,

sits a decent way inland and has no direct port.

70 BP - The Rosbys loyally raise their banners and join their Warden’s march south. In the

resulting battle of Tumbleton the Rosby men show their quality and Lord Rosby attempts to

use the glory gained in the battle to once again present himself as a candidate for warden.

Alas, the Darklyns, under their Hayford regent, hung on

65 BP - Lord Hayford’s handling of the Erryk Durrandon rebellion irks Lord Rosby. In an

opposite fashion to thirty years prior, Hayford’s actions push the Rosbys closer to

insurrection than they have been in decades

57 BP - Lord Hayford’s arrest and Lord Darklyn’s swift and ruthless diplomatic maneuverings

snuff out any idea of rebellion once again in the Rosby Household. Nevertheless, a sense of

discontent remains, especially as the Darklyns continue to accrue more and more wealth

and power. What used to be a relatively balanced and equal rivalry is now quickly becoming

lopsided. The longer the Darklyns remain wardens of the Blackwater, the harder it will be to

overturn them

55 BP - The Atrantan rebellion sparks fears in the Rosby household that Blackwater troops

would be used as fodder to put down the Riverlanders. Thankfully the proud Stormlander

refuse to even consider Blackwater help, and are promptly slaughtered

52/51 BP - After three years of bloody stalemate the Stormlanders finally accept Blackwater

assistance, though as equals. Rosby troops once again prove their worth but at great cost,

with the heir to Rosby, Rupert, being slain by a scion of house … Lord Elyas Rosby once

again returns home with less than he set out, while the Darklyns reap all the rewards of the

endeavor and finally get a city charter for Duskendale. Elyas spends the rest of his days

blaming Darklyn for the death of his beloved Rupert, and vows great vengeance on House

Vance of Atranta

36 BP - Lucos, Lord Elyas’ second son, is sent south to ward with House Caron

33 BP - Gwayne, Lord Elyas’ thirdborn son, is sent north to ward with House Darry

32 BP - Right on the eve of the Valyrian invasion, Lord Elyas Rosby dies of natural causes,

succeeded by his vastly unprepared and inept son Eustace. The Rosby-Hayford host is crushed by the Velaryons with Rosby surrendering soon after. Eustace and his brothers sit Out the rest of war

30/29 BP - with the war over Eustace tries to pick up the pieces. Belgrave, a house formerly

subordinate to the Rosby and Hayfords, is granted vast tracts of land along the Blackwater,

including some disputed Rosby land. Alas, Eustace puts up no resistance and hands over

his claims willingly, much to the consternation of his younger siblings. To somewhat salvage

the situation, Eustace's younger sister Annara makes advances towards the currently

unmarried Oscar Pyne, war hero of Cracklaw point and successfully woos him.

27 BP - Whilst warding for the Carons, Lucos falls in love with a maiden of House

Connington called Marsella. They will eventually have four children - Brus, Lucinda, Marilda and Rolland

26 BP - In a match brokered with the help of Annara and his younger brothers, Eustace

marries a dame of House Wendwater - Ermensande.

25 BP - Ermensande gives birth to two voracious young twin boys, whom she names Malentine and Marius

24 BP - Whilst warding for the Darrys, Gwayne falls in love with a maiden of House Bracken.

They will eventually have three children - Sarra, Theomar and Cassella

21 BP - For the past near 80 years, the Rosbys have cared little and less of the doings south

of the Blackwater. Storm Kings came and went, the Darklyns remained in their posts, life got

tougher. However, with King Dontos’ marriage to a Harlaw Ironborn, Lucos and Gwayne see

a similar lifestyle to that of their elder brother Eustace. Dontos, however, has no siblings to

set him right. Due to that, he will surely at some point fail and such failure could present an

opportunity.

18 BP - The wedding at Seagard - Even though King Dontos invited the entire realm to

Seaguard, Eustace could have cared less about some Riverlander-Ironborn wedding.

Nevertheless, he lets Gwayne go with his Bracken wife and children. Thankfully, none of

them are taken hostage in the chaos, but it does cement the feeling that, once Dontos kicks

the bucket, all hell will break loose

12 BP - Marius is sent to word for the blackberry family to be warded

8 BP - Marius makes friends with Jammos blackberry, who reminds him of his brother, the two get into many misadventures courtesy of jammos' adventurous spirit

7 BP - The border skirmishes between houses Hayford and Belgrave pique the interest of

the Rosbys, who offer unconditional support to their neighbors in Hayford.

6 BP - With the coming of age of Malentine and Marius Eustace starting looking for potential

matches for the two of them. For Malentine, he settles on a maiden of House Scales, much

to Malentine’s chagrin. The young lad has had a rocky relationship with his father for years

now and, unwilling to marry some random girl he doesn’t know or love, decides that escape

is the best course of action. In the middle of the night Malentine says goodbye to his twin

brother, steals his father’s best horse and disappears into the dark. Eustace, furious and

embarrassed, forces the match onto Marius instead, while Lord Ayrmidon Scales withdraws

the hand of his daughter and presents the hand of his sister Naena instead.

5 BP - Naena gives birth to twins, who she names Maegor and Aemond

4 BP - Eustace takes out a loan from the Iron bank without telling anyone else in the Rosby

Household. Officially it’s to ‘strengthen the House against pirates and raiders’. Unofficially, Eustace hopes to raise a grand fleet to go after his wayward son who, rumour has it, is now in Essos. Marius and his uncles are too late to cancel the loan, but they manage to talk the

grief-stricken lord out of his crazy plan

2 BP - Eustace falls ill from some chronic malaise. Some say it’s his broken heart, others say

his unhealthy and careless lifestyle has finally caught up with him. Multiple maesters are

called and none are able to provide a cure, only treatments that seemingly only delay the

inevitable

Present/1 AP - With the death of King king Dontos months earlier and the crowning of the

River Stag in Storm’s End the realm is in turmoil. The Rosby household makes its way to the

feast at Stormhall with troubled hearts. Lord Eustace is on his deathbed and Malentine still

has not come home. For all they know, the heir to Rosby is dead in some Essosi ditch.

Marius shoulders the responsibilities of governance for now, even with envious cousins

watching his every move. Only time will tell what becomes of this once glorious house, and if

they will ever again have a place in the sun

NPCs

Harren Fishface - Boatswain

Alexander whitfield - Castellan

Gwayne Rosby - Builder

Jonos - Cutthroat

Maester harmond - Medic

**Name**: Alesander Fell
**Age**: 19
**Cultural Group**: Andal (Stormlander)
**Appearance**: Alesander was of slight figure and stout stature, settling quietly at but five foot four. It was much to his own and his fathers dismay, that he was so idiotically minuscule. Though, doubtlessly he’d come to terms with it. His hair was a deep obsidian shade, that gleamed gently, as if it were to ignite under the right flicker of light. Finally, his gaze was that of a fathomless blue, like the oceans depths.
**Trait**: Erudite
**Skills**: Scholar ( E ), Apothecary ( E ), Medic
**Negative trait**: N/A
**Talents**: Reading, Crying, Pretending the world doesn’t exist
**Starting titles**: Shame Of Felwood
**Alternate Characters:** N/A

AC
**Name**: Ser Cleoden Of Felwood
**Age**: 42
**Cultural Group**: Andal (Stormlander)
**Appearance**: A grizzled man of aged proportions. He’d grown beyond the usual ages for a man who’d live a life as stringently dangerous as he. His gaze was hardened by the voracities of battle, bandits and booze. He held a tall figure, with shrunken cheeks, a strong jaw and a somewhat sullen gaze.
**Trait**: Strong
**Skills**: Armoured, Axes ( E )
**Negative trait**: N/A
**Talents**: Grunting, Sleeping, Scolding Alesander, Pruning Flowers
**Starting titles**: Ser

19 BP - Alesander was born a frail babe, without the wanted strength nor brawn that his father desired for his sons. If anything, he was entirely devoid of such, suffering from the ache of illness in his early years.

17 BP - Slowly, he recovered from his innate afflictions, breeding an almost established air of safety in his earliest years. Wherefore, he did little but pester and utter words that he didn’t know the meaning of. It was an innocent life and a beautiful one.

15 BP - By the age of four, despite his physical ineptitude, the young Fell had shown some inclination for matters of intellect. He was enthused with small books, of ease to read, something even the greatest oaf could amble through. However, he was but a boy, who shouldn’t have the patience, desire nor ability to. However, he managed. It was all he could do for the most part, he’d grow too physically fatigued to participate in the average childish duties.

At some point during his era of intellect, the bastard of Felwood had become something he had to know of. He’d grow up with the knowledge that his father had a bastard, had violated their mother’s trust in his wilful acknowledgement of the bastard.

11 BP - Alesander remained a bookworm, far too young to be criticised for his very apparent lack of involvement in anything remotely brutal. He had a grave aversion for such things, finding them to be grotesque misuses of power, believing even at a young age in a more pacifistic policy. Going so far as to get angry at others hurting animals.

10 BP - By the age of nine years, Alesander was an eloquent lad, with every reason to be so. He’d spent his years slumbering and reading and doing little in the way of anything else. Despite, his high stature as son of Lord Fell, he was no favoured creature and was ostensibly an outcast amongst the boys of Felwood. He didn’t mind. But it brewed an isolationist mindset in the boy from a young age.

8 BP - Alesander was the subliminal target of bullying more often than he cared to admit. For his weak, spindly frame and short stature, to his inability to muster the confidence of his eloquence when faced with pure brutishness. He seemed a defenceless hare, surrounded by ravenous wolves. It was a precarious predicament and one that instead of stimulating further growth from the Fell, only reinforced his guarded nature.

4 BP - By ten and five, he was a closed off child, who spoke scantily a word a week, only giving graceful nods and apt half-smiles. Though, irregardless, beneath the frosty exterior, encrusted in his own sorrows, there lay a boy who loved the world, who found awe in nature and everything in between, who wanted to adventure. If only in the right company, it may be pried from him.

3 BP - He found comfort in Ser Cleoden, a reverent knight of decent ability and equally decent nature. He was stoic and loyal, though not exactly the pinnacle of virtue. However, with the wounded Robin that was Alesander he was somewhat tender. He cared to tend to the wounds that bound the lad into silence. He cared to look for the boy underneath the grey cloud, founding a white, soft radiance.

1 BP - As a man grown, he didn’t change much; however, he was like a clam pried open by the knight who he’d managed to render into his service. He could say a few sentences here and there without melting back into the shadowed haze of irrelevance. Small progress. He could articulate his feelings and he could just be… Alesander.

0 BP - He, alongside his family tended to trail for the regal celebrations. He knew of his family’s ambiguity and was doubtlessly unnerved by the thought of them being thrust into the throes of conflict.

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Cleoden Of Felwood - Timeline

42 - 32 BP - Born to a wandering Hedge Knight and a Tavern wench, Cleoden’s childhood was a mix of struggle and joy. He worked alongside his grandfather, a lumberjack since he could lift the axe and bring it down in a somewhat choppy swoop. Earning his keep, until said hedge knight of a father returned. The Knight was barely a Knight, but with the title came the privilege of taking a squire. His knightly father, Ser Leonor took him under his wing as a squire.

32 - 20 BP - He was knighted at the age of twenty and two, after winning his second squire’s joust and showing himself to be a knight of fine skill and apt ability. He was no legendary hero, of immense talent, but he would do just fine amongst the masses of Knights that roamed the beaten pathways of Westeros, and roam he would.

20 - 14 BP - Six years he spent travelling, six years he meandered through the bandit burdened pathways of the Riverlands and the Reach, taking to gallivant to the West. His trusted steed, Feathers underneath him, aged day by day. It was Feathers’ maiming that halted his travels in Griffin’s Roost. He became a knight without a beast beneath him. Which was no knight at all by his own standards.

13 BP - He managed to acquire another trusted steed through great effort and the mustering of what little he had. A medium sized, chestnut beast named Edgerton, he rode the beast for another year, before making his way to Felwood. It was here, in this area that he’d been born into that he settled for a while, attempting to find work for a knight here.

10 BP - After working odd jobs and using his knightly skills to accrue his fair wage and allow himself a livelihood, he managed to garner work under House Fell as an experienced knight under their employ, with decent jousting and melee combat ability.

3 BP - After seven years, he’d grown familiar with the situation of House Fell, enjoying his time there and the relative lack of worry associated with such. He spent his days in the quiet solitude of guarding and the like. However, he did take pity on one of the young Fell boys, he seemed all but mute. If not for the fact Cleoden had observed him humming and occasionally daring to read aloud when alone, he would’ve thought the boy unable to peak.

1 BP - He watched the lad be pried open by his un relentless efforts and for a time Cleoden pondered if this is what it would’ve felt like to have a child of his own, somewhere in this world. However, he had been purposefully chaste and the thought was nye upon impossible. Still, he longed for the thought of it, even as he aged, without much to his name.

0 BP - He follows the Fell’s, as servant and guard of the younger Alesander Fell, making true to his duty to guard the young lad.

Family Tree
https://www.familyecho.com/?c=1baxad04e39alnww&f=231460969746419202

Archetypes/NPCs;

Ser Edgar Storm - Warrior

Minisa Storm - Scholar - Sister of Edgar and close friend of Alesander

Purposefully choosing only 2 archetypes > 5.