~ The War of the Stag ~ | Game of Thrones

[TwilightMoonDragon]

Story

 

The sun peaked out from beyond the mountains, though the rays did not warm the frozen wasteland that there was stretched out before the Wall. At this time, a flurry of snow fell from the heavy, dark sheet of clouds in the sky. The brothers of the Night's Watch knew that it would soon snow stronger, and that they would be blasted with frosty gales of ice and sleet. Clad in black, the Watch marched about on the giant wall of ice, mouths covered with scarves and glazed eyes watching for any sign of danger. A few curses were muffled by the cloths as the men thought about spending another day upon the damned Wall, being pelted by another snowstorm. It was a wintry dawn indeed.

At noon, a white blotch appeared on the horizon, an ivory raven. It flew up to the tallest brother of the Watch, a man of about thirty-nine and landed on his outstretched forearm. The bird squawked. "Snow, snow," it screamed in its terrible voice, pacing up to his shoulder. "Snow!"

The man allowed a smile to twist under his scarf, and stroked the raven. The raven purred somewhat under his touch, and he pulled the letter that was attached to it. It was pressed with the seal of the Targaryens, the bright red, three-headed dragon. With a frown, the man broke the seal and stretched out the parchment before him.

 

Richard Stark,

 

I have written you in response to the letter you have sent to King's Landing. The aggressive state of the Baratheons is not to be worried about, and no actions will be taken. What happened all those years ago will not happen again. I promise.

 

Reahon, Hand of the King

 

Richard Stark allowed the smile that he had under his scarf to fall. The Targaryens were in power at the moment, and they were headed by a very nice king and queen, but they were stubborn as mules. The Baratheons were getting angry, proclaiming that the Targaryens were incestuous; however, everyone knew that the dragon family married brother to sister to maintain pure Targaryen blood, or in their terms, the blood of the dragon. Richard personally thought that the Baratheons were wanting to take the Irone Throne, and the Lannisters were being unusually quiet... 

The smile was replaced by a frown. His hood was swatted down as the wind blew faster, revealing the auburn-brown hair that was evidence of his Tully background. Oh well, Richard thought to himself. Perhaps it was just my imagination... A lot of people know the Baratheons would never do such a thing: go to King's Landing and challenge the throne...

Never had Westeros been so wrong.

 

Plot

 

Years and years after King Robert, the Targaryens had come back to power. Something unlike them was that they came to power in peace, and King Viseron Targaryen, with his Queen Lucy were loved all around.  They had many children, all silver-blond like their parents, and for once, Westeros was at peace.

Then the Baratheons attacked.  It was unprovoked, but King's Landing was under the shadows of gold and yellow on a sunny day. The Baratheons slaughtered the King and his Queen, and many, many more. Their children escaped, and they scattered all over Westeros.

 The Lannisters grow angry, but at what side, no one knows. The Starks huddle in Winterfell with the words "Winter is coming" on their lips, and the Arryns watch calmly from the Vale. Some scream war, others whisper prayers for peace, and the Baratheons sit on the Iron Throne with their black crowned stag placed around King's Landing on gold standards. The children of Viseron and Lucy cower in the corners of Westeros under false names and false allegiances, frightened, afraid of what will come in the future.

As lords and ladies and children of the kingdoms of Westeros, will you wage war against the Baratheons? Or will you join them? Maybe you are already a part of their grand scheme? Maybe you remain neutral, averting your eyes... 

Whatever you do will affect the future. But the question is, will it be a good change or bad?

 

Setting

 

 

The lands of Westeros is large, with deserts, moors, cities, mountains, and villages. In this picture, the kingdoms are shown, but the only ones that we will be using are as follows: Lannister, Stark, Baratheon, Targaryen, and Arryn.

The specific settings of each of the families will be shown below.

 

Families

 

House Baratheon

 

 

House Baratheon of Storm's End is one of the Great Houses of Westeros, and is the principal house in the Stormlands. Its seat, Storm's End, is an ancient castle raised by the Storm Kings. The Baratheon sigil is a crowned black stag on a field of gold.  Members of the family tend to be tall and powerfully built, with black hair and blue eyes, as well as strong, square jawlines. They are known for their mercurial tempers, and their words are "Ours is the Fury".

King's Landing is the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, located on the east coast of Westeros, overlooking Blackwater Bay. It is the site of the Iron Throne and the Red Keep, the seat of the King. The main city is surrounded by a wall, manned by the City Watch of King's Landing, also known as the Gold Cloaks. Poorer smallfolk build shanty settlements outside the city. King's Landing is extremely populous, but rather unsightly and dirty compared to other cities. The stench of the city's waste can be smelled far beyond its walls. It is the principal harbor of the Seven Kingdoms, rivaled only by Oldtown.

 

House Stark

 

 

House Stark of Winterfell is one of the Great Houses of Westeros and the principal noble house of The North; many lesser houses are sworn to them. In days of old they ruled as Kings of Winter; since the Targaryen Conquest they have been Wardens of the North. Their seat, Winterfell, is an ancient castle renowned for its strength. Their sigil is a gray direwolf racing across a field of white, and their words are "Winter Is Coming," one of only a few house mottoes to be a warning rather than a boast. Members of the family tend to be lean of build and long of face, with dark brown hair and gray eyes. 

Winterfell is a huge castle complex spanning several acres, consisting of two massive walls and a village located just outside called the "winter town". Winterfell itself has been built around an ancient godswood and over natural hot springs. The water is piped through walls and chambers to heat them, making Winterfell more comfortable than other castles during the harsh northern winter.

Inside the walls, the complex is composed of dozens of courtyards and small open spaces. Weapons training and practice take place in those yards. The inner ward is a second, much older open space in the castle where archery practice takes place. It is located next to the broken tower. Inside Winterfell stands the Inner Castle, which contains the Great Keep and the Great Hall.

 

House Lannister

 

 

House Lannister of Casterly Rock is one of the Great Houses of Seven Kingdoms, and the principal house of the Westerlands. Their seat is Casterly Rock, though another branch exists that is based in nearby Lannisport. Their sigil is a golden lion on a field of crimson. Their official motto is "Hear me roar!" However their unofficial motto, equally well known, is "A Lannister always pays his debts." Their usual appearances are blond haired [dirty blond, bright blond] with light eyes.

Casterly Rock is a fortress, overlooking the harbor of Lannisport and the Sunset Sea.

 

House Targaryen

 

 

House Targaryen is a noble family of Valyrian descent that escaped the Doom. They lived for centuries on the island of Dragonstone until Aegon Targaryen and his sisters rode their dragons to the conquest of the Seven Kingdoms. House Targaryen ruled as the Kings of Westeros for nearly 300 years. Their seat is the island castle of Dragonstone. Their motto is "Fire and Blood", and are usually silvery blond with blue-violet eyes. They have been marrying brother to sister to maintain the blood line of this house, and are usually brutal people. 

The last of the House Targaryen have been hiding around Westeros from House Baratheon. There are two boys and a girl.

 

House Arryn

 

 

House Arryn of the Eyrie is one of Great Houses of Westeros, and is the principal noble house in the Vale. Their main seat is the Eyrie, but they have many other holdings, including their winter castle at the Gates of the Moon. Both of these fortifications sit astride the Giant's Lance, the tallest mountain in the Vale, and the Eyrie is considered impregnable. Their sigil is a white moon-and-falcon on a sky-blue field, and their words are "As High as Honor." Their line dates back to the old Andal peoples that invaded Westeros. Usually marrying other Andal nobles, House Arryn to this day has the purest line of Andal nobility. They usually have brown hair and blue eyes.

The Eyrie is the smallest of the great castles, consisting only of a cluster of seven slim, white towers bunched tightly together. They can hold up to five hundred men. The castle is made of fine white stone. The towers encircle a garden, which had been meant as a godswood, but no weirwood tree would take root in the stony soil. The barracks and stables are carved directly into the mountain. Though it is a small castle, the granary is as large as those found in much larger castles, like Winterfell.

 

Rules

 

- No godmodding, power playing, flaming, etc.

- Keep it PG-13!

- Your characters must die eventually.

- Please add detail to your posts! 

- Proper grammar, please! 

- Your charries may have pets! Dragons are limited, however. 

- Be active! 

- Your charrie's surname must match the family name. For instance, Ambra Stark of House Stark.

- In order to prove that you have read everything, put your charrie's family motto in the "Other" section.

- If you need anymore info on the RP, here is the wiki.

- There can only be one king, and one queen for the royal family [baratheon]. One lord and one lady for each family, and maximum three children for each family. There are no limits for soldiers. The rest of the positions will be NPCs.

- It will be highly appreciated if you stay to the stereotypical appearances of each family, but you may choose your own appearances for your charries if you want.

- You may only have three high positions at a time. The high positions are the king, the queen, and the lords and ladies.

- There can be inter-family love between the charries!

- To avoid confusion, please post each charrie in a different color or place their names in bold above the post.

 

 

Form

 

[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b] [Keep ages appropriate!]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Position:[/b] [King, Lord, Lady, etc?]
[b]Allegiance:[/b]
[b]Weapons:[/b]
[b]Armor:[/b]
[b]Equipment:[/b]
[b]Pet:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]History:[/b]
[b]Crush?:[/b]
[b]Other:[/b]

Edited April 29, 2013 by TwilightMoonDragon

[TwilightMoonDragon]

Characters

 

 

House Baratheon

 

Username: Moose

Name: Colton Baratheon

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Position: King

Allegiance: Baratheons of King's Landing

Weapons: A heavy, iron sword that he wears on his hip and a dagger on the same hip.

Armor: Full-body armor made of heavy iron (breastplate, shin guards, thigh guards, arm armor () and armored boots)

Equipment: His wits, his words, and his blades

Pet: None

Appearance: Run that by me again...

Personality: He's a man of few words to strangers or outsiders, but is easily persuaded and secretly weak with his wife. He is cold and often thinks of torture and death and other criminal acts. He will do anything to feed his ambition and/or satisfy his wife. Some view him as ruthless or cruel due to this fact.

History: He was born into royalty and was constantly obsessed with the throne since boyhood. It became his ultimate mission to rule and make sure no one else did. So when he rose to power and gained a wife as a trophy, his ego shot right up and he became even more power-hungry.

Crush?: The Queen, Elizabeth

Other:

 

Username: TMD

Name: Elizabeth Baratheon [Tyrell]

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Position: Queen

Allegiance: Baratheons of King's Landing

Weapons: A simple rapier, for both protection and show.

Armor: None, as a queen doesn't fight in the field.

Equipment: None as well.

Pet: None.

Appearance: I'll tell on you...

Personality: Somewhat stuck up, yet quiet. With her king, she lets him walk all over him. But when it comes to her actually ruling while he is gone, she is no worse than the most vile queen. She is a seductress, mostly able to make her king do anything within a night, or with a touch.

History: Born to one of the lesser lords of House Tyrell, she was given to the King when she was fifteen. This was to promote an alliance with the Baratheons. She still has not given him any children, however.

Crush?: King, kind of.

Other:

 

 

Username: Katedj

Name: Markus Baratheon

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Position: Master Craftsman of the Baratheon's

Allegiance: Baratheon

Weapons: Brute strength

Armor: None

Equipment: Any tools relating to gold/silver smithing and stone-work

Pet: Red Fox by the name of Zander

Appearance: 5'11" with black hair and blue eyes. Weighs around 170 lbs. and is very muscular, with a faint pot-belly.

Personality: Likes to observe people and their actions. He lacks the fiery temper that Baratheon's are known for, but perhaps it is because of his dedication to work. He spends all of his time working, eating, and sleeping. He is always aware of what is going on around him. He will occasionally complain about the work that he is given if he feels it is below his skill-level, like making coins.

History: He is a second cousin to the king. His father was far enough down the family line that he became a Master Craftsman, and was raised to be one as well. He was apprenticed at age 6 and became a journeyman at 13. When he was 18 his father died, and after creating an intricate piece he presented it to the guild where it was accepted and he became the Master Craftsman in his father's place.

Crush?: None at the moment

Other: Is beginning to get a reputation for his steadily growing works

 

House Stark

 

Username: TMD

Name: Lord Dante Stark

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Position: Lord

Allegiance: Starks of Winterfell

Weapons: Darkstorm, Black dagger.

Armor: You're late for the meeting. [He wears only the cloth when roaming around.]

Equipment: He keeps parchment and a well of ink, along with a quill, on him at all times.

Pet: Slate, Male Direwolf

Appearance: With gray eyes of course.

Personality: Dante can be as cold as the north and as dangerous as a direwolf. He... Is kind of wary around strangers and around people who had just been brought into the family. However, to his lady and family, he is as sweet as honey. He likes his drink, perhaps a bit too much. Doesn't understand romance very well, but he makes sure to show kindness and warmhearted gestures toward his lady ever so often. 

History: Born to Richard Stark as the oldest son, Dante was already older when the Baratheons took control at King's Landing. His sister, Brianna, died at one of the battles, someone of Tully background, like his mother. She was fighting for that same family under the silver fish, a true warrior indeed. But she died, nonetheless. When he was wed, he was sheepish, and he is sheepish toward his lady still.

Crush?: His lady, the Lady of Winterfell.

Other:

 

 

Username: RainDash

Name: Lady Lenora Stark

Age: 36

Gender: Female

Position: Lady

Allegiance: Starks of Winterfell (Duh)

Weapons: A dagger and a bow if she can get hands on one.

Armor: I do not sit idly by while my people are threatened.

Equipment: None.

Pet: Fang Dire wolf

Appearance: Hi

Personality: Though outwardly cold and bitter, Lenora would lay down her life before allowing those whom she protects to come to harm. She doesn't mince words, often shortening anything she says to one word. True to her loyal nature, she would never leave her lord, and husband, Dante. Despite what most think, she can be very romantic, finding the right word to say to comfort her lord. She can also deal with him when he's drunk.

History: Abandoned at birth, Lenora was raised on the streets. She did what she needed to get by reasonably. Her original dream was to try and become a part of the soldiers.She fell in love with Dante as she was working as a servant in the castle to start to try and pay for soldier training. Soon they wed and she became Lady Stark.

Crush?: Dante, Lord of Winterfell

Other:

 

Username: ArchiosLukos

Name: Vanicinario Stark

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Position: Mistress Vanicinario of Winterfell, Blood of Stark

Allegiance: Stark House

Weapons: [bow] and arrows

Armor: [Ario] [Erik] (if they wore them)

Equipment:

* Weapons and Weapon Care Kit

* Everyday Clothing

* Maid's Clothing

* [stark Signet Ring] [Dog Whistle]

Pet: [Dire Wolf] named Erik

Appearance:

*Hair------ Shoulder length, wavy, dark brown

*Eyes----- Silvery blue, commonly known as 'a stormy sea'

*Height -- 5'7"

*Weight--- 109 lbs

*Build----- Lean

*Clothing- Ario wears an abundance of layers, each type of clothing tending to be at least two thick. Though not her favorite colors, she wears a lot of black and most of her things are lined with fur. Her normal wear is simple, consisting of a long dress cut in a shallow loop at the neck. It had long flowing sleeves and thin gold trim. The material is thick and warm, almost always accompanied by a fur lined cloak.

Her wear for special occasions is a bit different. It has several full layers of skirts over a hoop frame with sheer fabric hanging down. The top is shiny and silky, embroidered with pearls where room is available. Several silver roses are incorporated into the belt and neckline. The dress comes with a choker and a fanlike headpiece worn on the right side of the head.

[Dress] [Cloak] [special]

Personality: Ario usually keeps to herself, having preferred to paint or play her violin by herself rather than to socialize. Though not particularly nervous in a crowd, she doesn't like to perform for anyone other than close friends or honored guests. She finds it difficult to express her emotions through talk. Because of roughening times, she had turned even more solitary since her art had been taken from her. She is still usually perceived as shy and quiet and sometimes menacing due to how absolutely like a statue she can become. Her favorite place would be either a garden with fragrant flowers, sunshine, and animals or an empty room with golden light streaming through the windows. She is attracted by anything with an air of mystery, be it person or thing. Vani also adores animals of any kind so long as they perceive her in a similar fashion.

History: Ario was very young when everything went awry. With her older brother expected to take the throne, she had little to worry about other than lessons. She learned everything a woman should be expected to learn, but she also had an art and music teacher, practically a virtuoso. She loved the subject dearly. However, when her sister Brianna died, she was sent in to the country at once. She and her escort were supposed to make it out of the country, but that never happened. The carriage crashed and careened off into a ditch, leaving her as the only survivor after a matter of frigid hours. That is, other than a dire wolf pup named Erik belonging to one of her older escorts and eventually to be given to her. She took her trunk and went off to the nearest village she could find and was forced into o the subordinate role of house maid and nurse, accounted for by the stunning lack of good jobs. She has been staying in the village ever since, paying for meager lessons in archery from the remaining money she has. Erik the dire wolf has grown dramatically and is forced to visit her from the wilderness as there isn't much room for him in town.

Crush?: None Yet

Other:

 

 

Username: Chicogal

Name: Anthony (Tony) Stark

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Position: Child of Lord/Lady

Allegiance: House Stark

Weapons: A small dagger (he doesn’t really use it, though)

Armor: Chain armour covers his chest (like a bulletproof vest).

Equipment: Many tinkering and building appliances, along with his extreme intelligence.

Pet: N/A

Appearance: I'm Intelligent. and Here. (He has the facial hair) He wears a smart set of clothing; button up shirt, straight pants, and leather shoes.

Personality: Tony Stark is a rather selfish man. He cares mostly about his own interests, and not much for others. He considers himself above most people, as he really is quite clever. His good looks and charming personality when it comes to women makes him a real, ‘ladies’ man.’ Usually, once he has his way with them, he doesn’t care for them much anymore. He is quite skilled in the use of sarcasm and insults people indirectly.

History: Anthony Stark has had it quite easy. He grew up quite pampered in the Stark home. However, he has never shown any interest in fighting, despite his logical thinking and sketches of effective weapons which he has made into reality. Around puberty, he grew into a rather attractive man – not particularly tall, but his features attractive. Since then, he has bedded many a servant and attracted attention from a lady or two.

Crush?: N/A

Other: Tony Stark is an extremely clever young man. I am also planning for a bit of an ‘Iron Man,’ arc for him. He will create poisonous ninja stars; the first in this time. More will be explained about them in-RP.

 

 

House Lannister

 

 

House Targaryen

 

 

Username: Moose

Name: Esther Targaryen of House Targaryen (though she often only gives her first name or pretends to be a Lannister descendant)

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Position: Well, they're hiding, so I suppose none...

Allegiance: Targaryen, but when asked by a stranger, she says she is allied with the Lannisters.

Weapons: Not much. Depending on what's around, she'll just use her fists for hand-to-hand combat. However, she does have a small knife for emergencies.

Armor: She's not armored with much but leather and wits, but if she's travelling into the colder regions, she makes come warmer clothes which, in turn, provide better protection against weapons and attacks.

Equipment: It depends where she is. Esther is adaptable and always carries something to trade for useful items.

Pet: She's just not good with animals. However, she does ride with a brown stallion that she calls Dale.

Appearance: She has the standard silver-blond hair of her ancestors, but could pass as someone from the Lannister family in that respect. Her eyes, however, are a dead giveaway of her ancestry. They are a deep violet color.

Personality: Esther has a good temper on her, but will not do anything outside of reason. She's cautious, but often trusts in her intuition and will let her guard down if she feels she is safe. She's very stubborn and will do anything to prove a point.

History: She grew up expecting to inherit the family throne, until her parents were slaughtered and she had to run away to save her life and the dragon bloodline. From then on, she became deadset on not revealing her name to anyone or staying in one place too long. She's often found shelter where the borders are blurred and people aren't looking for her.

Crush?: N/A

Other:

Also, Esther has been looking for a dragon for a long time, though has not been successful in keeping one for herself.

 

 

Username: TMD

Name: Hiserio Targaryen

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Position: Young Ser of House Targaryen

Allegiance: House Taragyen of Dragonstone; working as a servant in House Arryn of the Eyrie.

Weapons: A small quick dagger, in which he names Bronzetooth.

Armor: None.

Equipment: Servant Clothes

Pet: Three dragons eggs belonging to him and his siblings. He took them in a rush and was not able to give them to his brothers. But he claims the dark gray egg  for himself.

Appearance: Tall yet very skinny. He has the silvery blond hair that comes from his family, but keeps it dirty to make it appear darker. His eyes are blue violet, and his long hair is kept in a braid.

Personality: Hiserion is cold and harsh toward women, but really, he's a big softy inside. At this time, he is especially harsh because he is separated from his kin. Other than that, he's very quiet and meek, and quite clever.

History: When the Baratheons came and slaughtered his family, Hiserion made sure that his younger brother and sister were safe first, being the eldest brother. He went rushing from King's Landing, but didn't know where to go. As a stowaway on one of the ships, he found himself at the Eyrie, and got off there. He has been pretending to be a servant ever since.

Crush?: None, though he does plan to wed his sister.

Other:

 

[One brother left]

 

 

House Arryn

 

 

Username: TMD

Name: Lady Lysa Arryn

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Position: Lady

Allegiance: House Arryn of the Eyrie

Weapons: Bow and Arrow Set made in the Iron Islands

Armor: None

Equipment: Her dresses and garbs.

Pet: Her horse, a white stallion named Sundancer.

Appearance: It's chilly today, don't you think?

Personality: Very sweet and motherly, Lysa loves her family very much. She loves anyone who opens their arms to her, which leads to trust issues. However, she is kind of bipolar, turning from happy and laughing to yelling and screaming in the snap of fingers. In other words, she has the Baratheon mindset.

History: Lysa was born to a simple smith in the Eyrie, and grew up to be a proper lady. When she was twelve, the lord fell in love with her and whisked her away, and she had her first child soon after. She loves her lord, even if she was ripped from her father at a young age.

Crush?: Her lord.

Other:

 

 

 

Username: Takhesis

 

Name: Marissa Arryn of House Arryn

 

Age: 12

 

Gender: Female

 

Position: Young Mistress (She’s the daughter of the Arryn nobles)

 

Allegiance: Arryn, if anyone asks. Her loyalty is to family first ,then friends then the throne

 

Weapons: Always carries a dagger for self-defence

 

Armor: Doesn’t wear any generally – but wears reinforced leather when riding outside the castle grounds.

 

Equipment: Apart from her dagger, Marissa sometimes carries a hunting bow with arrows. Has a small pouch for collecting herbs.

 

Pet: Her horse – A white mare called Spirit

 

Appearance: Shoulder length Russet hair – light brown with a red tinge that only shows under direct sunlight, has the traditional blue eyes of her family.

 

Personality: Stubborn, and kind hearted. Marissa will never be the first into a fight, but won’t back down from her beliefs. That includes the one that says taking the throne by force is wrong.

 

History: Marissa was raised to be a proper lady, and for a while she was content with that. Recent events however have caused Marissa some concern – while as yet the Baratheons have not made any move beyond taking the throne – she fears that eventually they will extend hostilities to any house that harbours refugees from the slaughter. She doesn’t know that the Targaryen line has survived – but some must have fled from the attack.

As such she has secretly been taking defence lessons from the Captain of the Guard as well as studying herbal medicine from the court physicians. Her parents are currently looking to marry her off to some noble.. before she gets too old. Or her mind gets to set in its ways that she can't be a good wife.

 

Crush?: None – but is open to romantic gestures.

 

Other:

 

[Lady Reserved]

Edited May 5, 2013 by TwilightMoonDragon

[TwilightMoonDragon]

Reserved.

[TwilightMoonDragon]

Reserved just in case!

[TwilightMoonDragon]

I'll reserve this as well.

[Takhesis]

Marissa Arryn visited Spirit in the stable, at least since she'd said she was going riding - she better had at least seem to do so. In fact, she was going to one of her secret lessons.

 

Her parents wouldn't approve of her behavior if they knew - after all ladies shouldn't take part in such brutal activities as fighting. The other lessons would be odd - but at least more acceptable - knowing herbal medicine would just be a bonus - for when she was married and with children of her own.

 

The Captain of the Guard had his own reservations about them - which is why they took place away from the castle and the barracks. He didn't want to be blamed if things went wrong. At least this way, any injuries she'd have could be blamed on a riding accident.

 

Leading Spirit out of her stall, Marissa prepared for her short ride.

[TwilightMoonDragon]

The day was more humid than he liked, especially when he was at work. Especially when he was at work in the kitchen, where the smell of food made his belly grumble and his mouth salivate. He was only seventeen, and his mind was going all sorts of places. He was hungry, he missed his family, his mother and his father. His sister and brother. He ground his teeth and began to scrub the floor faster, pretending it was the stupid King and Queen Elizabeth... He would kill them, he swore it!

When he was done scrubbing the floor, he walked over to the window and peeked outside for a moment. There was Marissa, and her horse, going to ride again. He heaved a sigh and shook his head. Adventurers... What were you going to do about it? He sighed again and walked over to a broom, and began to sweep.

[Mousia]

Esther rode her horse 'round for hours, but was aimless. Nothing was interesting. Nothing was new. At least in the rush of running from the Baratheons initially there was a big rush. There was adrenaline running through her and she felt alive and real. After all the dust had settled, she was safe and very bored. The worst part was that she could find neither of her surviving brothers. So she lurked around Eyrie, hoping that her last ditch attempt would be successful. She saw a young lady riding on a white horse, but she had no interest in dealing it her. Hood pulled up to conceal her light blond hair, she craned her neck and could have sworn that she had seen a flash of silver. But no. It couldn't possibly be. There was only one way to find out. She steered her horse so anyone at the window could see and edged down her hood, though only slightly. If her brother had any brains in his head, he would recognize her and they could communicate. She looked around, pretending to be lost. If people thought she was lost, it wouldn't be suspicious. Edited April 29, 2013 by Mousia

[TwilightMoonDragon]

Hiserio brushed some of his hair from his face, noticing that he had to redo his braid. Some of the cooks were making delicious stews and pork and meals for the lady and her lord, and he was there, starving. Suddenly, as he swept past the window, he saw a flash of silver and brown. Blinking his strangely colored eyes, he looked out the window more clearly. It... It was Esther! And the guards were going out to meet her...

He rushed out of the room, the cooks crying out after him and the guards shouting. He had to get to his sister..! Rushing out into the outside, he ran past the guards after Esther and looked at her. "The hell is wrong with your head?" he hissed, angry. One guard took him by the ear and he screamed, flailing in his grip.

"Who are you?" the guard growled at Esther. "Why are you in the Eyrie, stranger? Are you one of the royal spies?"

[Mousia]

"Me? I'm Esther. Just Esther. I don't know what the royal spies are. I just got really lost and I found my way here. No one has given me good directions or a place to work, so it's not a surprise that I'm here. Where is here? I don't know where I am or where to go, so if you could just tell me which direction I should head in, I would be very grateful." She bowed her head, letting her hood fall to conceal the true color of her eyes, which could derail her whole disguise. They looked brown under the cover of shadow. She looked at Hiserio, narrowing her eyes to get a better look at him. "Who are you? You're not like them. They're guards with armor and weapons. You're just hand. Why are you here?" She winked just a little and straightened. "Anyhow, good sirs, I'll be no bother as soon as I can find my way around. But would it be a bother to you to ask where I can go to find a place to sleep? I am wary from traveling, as you can imagine." Edited April 29, 2013 by Mousia

[TwilightMoonDragon]

[These are very pretty colors! :3]

 

"Yes, you are just hand." the guard let him go. Hiserio was standing on his tip toes as the guard pulled and stretched, and fell to the balls of his feet again. His eyes went to his sister for a moment, and he was shoved away by the guard. "Do we have to throw ya off the mountain? Scram!" Hiserio grumbled something under his breath and walked away, angry, huffing and puffing like his family's three headed dragon that used to be on their standard. He could breathe fire at the moment, too, if he wanted... Not really. The guard looked back at Esther and narrowed his eyes through his visor. "We do not accept people off of the street to come and stay at the castle... It is dangerous to both the lord and the lady and their children."

"... We can take her to Lady Arryn; if she is a spy, Lady Lysa can send her off of the mountain to see if she can fly." another said, a green guard.

"Perhaps... But perhaps it is too risky."

 

[Mousia]

(I know. They're kinda refreshing.)

 

"Oh. I'm sorry. I won't be trouble if you do want me to see your lady. I have a knife, but I'll let you take it for the safety of your royals. But if you could direct me to an inn outside the castle I would be much obliged." She looked at each of the guards, sizing them up. She could take them if she wanted, but the commotion would be unnecessary. No. She would just have to keep up being a quaint country lady until she could get away from the guards and talk to her brother safely. Oh well.

 

(Got tons of stuff to do and I'm bouncing between topics. Sorry.)

[TwilightMoonDragon]

[it's okay. :3]

 

The guards looked at each other and then at Esther. "Fine. But you should still see Lady Lysa as well. She would want to take a good look at you."

The guards nodded and turned away, beginning to lead her away.

[67596]

Vani scrubbed clothing back and forth against a washboard in tiring succession. She hated this chore, absolutely hated it. Every time her knuckles scraped against the ridges she died a little on the inside. The lye had already taken its share of her hands and the skin often cracked and bled. Why she couldn't have stayed at home was a mystery. Maybe she wasn't supposed to end up as a maid but it was too late to take it back now. The bad part was that washing dirty clothing was one of the more enjoyable chores. The two children of the house, Mim and Ranon, were absolute beasts. Every day she was forced to feed them, baby them, and play with them, not to mention only reply with a 'Sorry mam' whenever anything went even remotely wrong. This only invigorated her scrubbing. Finally, she moved the clothes to the rinsing tub full of cold water and made sure there was no soap left. "Oirani!" (Oy-rah-ni) that was her undercover name and it was being called by a young male voice. "Lunch isn't ready yet, Ranon. Go back upstairs with your sister and play until I call you down." "But-" "No." she said firmly.

[Mousia]

"Alright. Thank you for your kindness, good sirs." She bowed her head and walked with them. She hoped that the lady would not ask her to remove her hood. If she did, all Hell could break loose. Esther didn't know where the lady stood as far as Baratheon went and she didn't want to find out. She walked a dangerous line as it was and was drowning his her own lie. Crap...

 

(Skip to their arrival?)

[TwilightMoonDragon]

[sure. ^^

Archie... Is Vani Dante's daughter or is she just a servant?]

[67596]

((I thought she might be one of his sisters, but she can be daughter depending on how you made his character. Looking at the ages, it might be a little awkward for her to be either, but it could happen. I had Brianna as her sister, but that can be easily changed.))

Edited April 29, 2013 by ArchiosLukos

[TwilightMoonDragon]

[Vari can be his sister. Remember it's like, Medieval times so people had babies until they couldn't have anymore... She could be his smaller sister... ^^]

[67596]

((Sounds good enough for me ^^))

[TwilightMoonDragon]

[Do you think Dante can visit?

We should bring our conversations to the OOC.^^]

[Takhesis]

[Hee hee I'm thinking Lady Lysa might wonder where her headstrong daughter went off to....]

 

Marissa was completely unaware of what was going on at the castle, but she had her own mini-mission. She had arrived at her training spot - and was currently taking instruction from the Captain of the Guard, since this wasn't her first lesson he had already covered the very basics. But they still used a pair of wooden training swords - they were lighter for her to wield as well as being less dangerous on a strike.

 

At this point in her training - Marissa knew how to hold a weapon correctly, as well as some of the traditional opening exchanges. Her horse was tethered next to the Captain's - though at a glance one could tell the difference in breeding - Spirit was more of a show mare, while the Captain's mount was sturdy and built for combat.

 

The Captain of the Guard had his reservations about the training - but he couldn't complain about Marissa's willingness to learn. He certainly felt more confident knowing that Marissa had some proper training under her belt rather than just relying on luck and a small dagger.

 

He still went easy on her though - and it wouldn't be long before she was skilled enough/had enough lessons to realize that.

[TwilightMoonDragon]

[Lady Lysa is wondering where she is~]

 

Lady Lysa was very worried.

She was pacing around the throne room, shivering and rubbing her hands together. She was a very young woman, and she always said that she was cold. She had had her baby at the age of delve, and she could not find her precious Marissa. Oh, where was she? Where... Where was she? Did the Baratheons take her? She was pretty sure that the Arryns did not side with the Baratheons... And they were giving problems... What if... What if..? Oh, she would kill her when she came back home... She would kill her and then smother her with kisses... And she could not find her lord husband anywhere...

It was no use. Lysa leapt atop her white horse, Sundance, and began to gallop around the outside. She saw one of the dirty haired servants stomp back to the kitchens, and she shivered again. Where was she...

Suddenly, she heard the clank of wooden swords. Turning the reigns in that direction, she trotted over. And to be expected... Her baby was there, training with wooden swords with her captain of the guard.

"Marissa!"

 

It was a while since he left.

Leaving the comfort of Winterfell affected him greatly, and even Slate cried in his sleep. The winter was cold. Everyone knew that the seasons in the lands of Westeros spanned many years; the longest winter he had ever seen lasted seven years, and the summer he had seen lasted only three. This winter had started recently, and the North was colder than ever.

But Dante had to find his sister. He had to.

Under the Winterfell standards, many cities in the North bid him welcome. But Dante shied away, like a horse would shy from Slate. As he walked into this small village, his gray eyes darted around. He.. Had to find Vari... He had to find her. He had lost Brianna... He wouldn't lose her! But... His soldiers and bannermen say that she was dead... Dante didn't believe so. "Search every building." Lord Stark said, voice cold and plain like the North as he say upon his black horse. "I want no one hurt."

Edited April 30, 2013 by TwilightMoonDragon

[67596]

((I'll wait until you have guards at the door, but I suspect you'll be dealing with some of my randomly made NPCs.))

 

Vani stood and wiped her threadbare hands on her apron. Ranon was standing at the kitchen door, dressed in a little brown vest and white shirt. He was playing with the front of his shirt, pulling it up into a tight ball. This meant something was wrong. He should be dangling an arrow from his hands and threatening to tell his mother about it. No, he was anxious it looked like. "Mims come down with the spots." Ranon said. Good lord, not the measles. She didn't remember if she had them and the illness was highly contagious. Ranon might get them too and the whole house would be on quarantine. She took the boy in her arms and brought him to his mother who was just leaving a guest in the parlor. "Ranon, m'dear." said the mother, going to embrace her son. "Mrs. Greenley, Ranon says that Mim has come down with the measles." Mrs. Greenly held a hand dramatically to her chest and glanced up at the ceiling. "You must go up there at once! Here, let me take Ranon." Vani handed over Ranon and lifted her skirts as she ran upstairs.

[Takhesis]

The training session came to an abrupt end as Marissa's mother - the Lady Lysa Arryn - rode up to them. The Captain of the Guard bowed to her and then took Marissa's wooden sword quietly.

 

Both of them had heard that tone of voice before - and it meant trouble.

 

Marissa had enough composure not to jump at the sound of her mother's voice, but she did have the usual look of 'ooops I'm in trouble - again.'

 

"I didn't mean to worry you mother..." Marissa started, as she tried to find the right words to say. Though Marissa was also wondering how they had been found so easily - unless her mother already knew about her 'secret' lessons.

 

[Likely she did if Lady Lysa knows her daughter at all - or perhaps the Captain of the Guard had enough of a crisis of conscience to tell her mother about the lessons?]

[TwilightMoonDragon]

[The guards are NPCs as well. ^^ So you can control them.]

 

Lysa looked both at the captain and Marissa. The young woman's face was flushed, and she scowled at her daughter. And then at the captain. How could he put her little girl in such danger..?! "You're going home. Now!" she told her sourly. "I want you to help at the kitchen! What if you traveled to the Mountains of the Moon?! You would of fallen!" she yelled at her. "Or what if the King's goons took you away? Hmm?" she really wouldn't be able to be angry at Marissa for long, but she was really worried for her.

 

[i don't think the captain would have told. ]