Game of Thrones: A Feast for Crows [OOC/Concluded]

[Warg the Immortal]

No Martells have been claimed but you'll have to talk to the Lannister player about having Myrcella.

I meant in chronology, I know that Martin merged the show with the books, and

Trystane and her were killed by the Sand Snakes (Oberyn Martell's illegitimate daughters)

, I'm definately going to be a Hedge Knight, but I wonder from where, and to whom. Aegon "Young Griff/Da Hype King/The Cloth Dragon" VI Targaryen and this Blackfyre whelp seem probable. Perhaps in the long run, Young Griff commands the Free Cities as an extension of Westeros or vice versa. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Also, @Warg the Immortal, HOW DO YOU MAKE YOUR CHARACTERS SO GOOD AND WITH ACTUAL APPEARANCES TEACH ME THIS SORCERY PL0X B0$$???

How do you mean?

EDIT: Nevermind I figured it out. I was hoping you meant my creation of character personalities and backstories but, whatever, TG'd you the thing I use

[Warg the Immortal]

I meant in chronology, I know that Martin merged the show with the books, and

Trystane and her were killed by the Sand Snakes (Oberyn Martell's illegitimate daughters)

, I'm definately going to be a Hedge Knight, but I wonder from where, and to whom. Aegon "Young Griff/Da Hype King/The Cloth Dragon" VI Targaryen and this Blackfyre whelp seem probable. Perhaps in the long run, Young Griff commands the Free Cities as an extension of Westeros or vice versa. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Also, @Warg the Immortal, HOW DO YOU MAKE YOUR CHARACTERS SO GOOD AND WITH ACTUAL APPEARANCES TEACH ME THIS SORCERY PL0X B0$$???

You mean look like anime trash?

This is a joke by the way.

Its the best thing I can find to make character of my own, since I can't draw and abhor using pre made images

EDIT: Like seriously, stickmen alone are an ordeal requiring maximum effort and over twenty minutes of psyching myself up prior to drawing of aforementioned stickman

[The Valyria Empire]

You mean look like anime trash?

This is a joke by the way.

Its the best thing I can find to make character of my own, since I can't draw and abhor using pre made images

EDIT: Like seriously, stickmen alone are an ordeal requiring maximum effort and over twenty minutes of psyching myself up prior to drawing of aforementioned stickman

I'm just joking. I'm in a Persona and Jojo RP, can't get any more weeb than that.

[Atreidun Universe]

Tagged for incoming app.

[The Forsworn Knights]

Will have a post for House Lannister/House Baratheon Of King's Landing up soon. Will also app for the right goddamn illegitimate son of Jaime Lannister tonight.

[Danceria]

App:
Name: Derron "Rosethorn" Darkwood
House: Darkwood
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Titles: Hedge Knight, Ser, technical heir to House Darkwood
House: Darkwood
House Seat: Duskendale
House Sigil: This, with the words "Tread lightly, tread wisely". As Darkwood does not technically have a sigil, this is Derron's coat of arms (on his shield) followed by his oft repeated motto.
Allegiance paid to: Undecided between Stannis or Blackfyre and by extention Targaryen
Appearance (Picture appreciated): [spoiler=le faic](Image)

Armor:

(Image)

Personality: Like many hedge-knights, he seems to enjoy travel and helping one another for the sake of chivalry, perhaps one of the few who still do so. As a result, he is not swayed by coin or by combat prowess, but by the actions and intent of any possible liege lords. He tends to be merciful to the lowborn or anyone who doesn't condone their House's actions, despite being related by blood (See Tyrion "Can't spell Pimp without the Imp" Lannister and Myrcella "Precious Cinnamon Roll too good for this world" Baratheon-Lannister), and isn't above actively questioning or even defying his master's orders if they are considered amoral. Though don't write him off as yet another Eddard Stark for the chopping block, like the former forecaster of winter and Lord Paramount of the North he harbors a strong sense of duty, and can see how some actions can bring about a better tomorrow. Basically the Rose-Thorn Knight to Davos Seaworth's Onion Knight, their personalities match one to one, save for Darren being more of a frequenter of taverns.
Skills: Survivalist, skilled with close combat weapons, and a remarkable leader (of say a squadron of knights, if you allow him to sit with some meetings, he may learn tactics as well).
Weaponry (If any): He is strapped with a medium-sized sword and shield, with two smaller swords at his side.
Military Strength (How many men can your lands call upon, eg. The Reach could likely muster 100,000 men.): "I only have me sword an' any men m'liege trusts me to do th' job, that should be more than enough reason for ye to be afraid"
Biography (At least a well written Paragraph please):

"Duskendale is a rather shitty place if ye 'aven't noticed, 'specially when nearly ev'ryone in the soddin' town is descended from those 'ouses of th' now infamous "Defiance of Duskendale" that made Barristan the Bold so damn famous. But look at where 'e went! Swimmin'' 'alfway across the Narrow Sea to bleedin' Essos ta' bend th' knee to the Silver Queen o' the Mereen! I wouldn't 'ave blamed 'im for doin' that, though, wi' Jeoffrey dismissin'. Seven Hells, the boy's an absolute twat and idiot, 'is death made me start believin' in th' Gods, or at least there bein' some justice in this world..."

"But we ain't talkin' about no kings...yet, you want to know 'bout me? Well, fill up me tankard and I'll fill this night up with words...an some tavern maidens wi' somethin' else if th' Gods deem this me lucky night" he laughs merrily as the stranger tosses some Silver Stags at the buxom tavern serving girl, who winks at the both of you. Moments later, frothing beer is placed in front of you both. After a long and audible glug, the hedge knight begins his tale again. "Betcha never seen a hedge knight...an' you don't get to see very many...all the stories are lies ya know." he sips again. "One of the better brews I've put in me belly, ah, gettin' off track. Told ya it was a good brew, it's messin' ya over already! So...the tales, or rather me own...ya paid so ya get your story don't be so damn uppity, sheesh."

"I was born in Duskendale, an' like Oi said, a shitty place. There's worse shitholes wi' cut-purses an' thieves, an' corrupt officials an' the like...but Duskendale's so dreadfully dull, and lonely. Not much keeps warm there, save for a few tales of knights in shinin' armor an' fair lasses an' quests ta' be taken an' wars ta' be won. So picture me, a lot smaller an' without th' beard, sittin' in a tavern much like this, listenin' to the minstrel spin 'is tales, an' this lil' blighter thinks to 'imself "by Gods and Heavens, I'll become a hedge knight! Ya don't 'ave ta' kiss the arse of any landed lord, an' ya can adventure about wherever ya pleases. Far an' away from dreary Duskendale". That's the long an' short o' how I became a Hedge Knight, but like ya probably know, it ain't what it used ta' be...

"Don't get me wrong, I loved the tourneys an' sleepin' in th' hedges, helped th' poor because I remembered when I was like 'em. An' I still was, 'cept with armor an' a sword at me belt. I was e'en gonna swallow me pride and fight for Jeoffrey's tourney, maybe show the lad how a real knight fights. O' course, ye know how that ended....I felt like the last of me kind, of Hedge Knights. Y'know th' war that's goin' on right now, turned all knights an' honest folk into bloodthirsty sellswords an' murderers. I keep walkin' th' straight an' narrow, because I didn't want to go back to a different Duskendale. One where you only stuck your nose out if you was gettin' paid for it. I wanted to be different, an' as far as I knew, 'tain't no stories 'bout sellswords." He laughs and downs the tankard. "Thank ye for ye company, but I must sleep in th' stable tonight. Lot cheaper than what they charge these rooms for, plus, nobody'd steal me horse that way! Can't be too careful these days, unfortunately. But one must tread carefully, as well as wisely, an' be mindful to where 'e's treadin'..."

"Oh, me name? Well, didn't ya 'ear? Th' name's Derron, Derron Rosethorn."

"Hm? You'd be right, I ain't from Highgarden or Dorne...so why th' name? Well, it came from a lady headed to Highgarden or Sunspear or someplace south, real Highborn type wi' hair an' a dress as yellow as a lilly kissed by a summertime sun. Sweet flower she was... Anyway, she asked "how on earth do Hedge Knights sleep so well in th' hedges?" Now I fancied t' charm her, not ta' bed her, but maybe to put it in 'er head to look for men with a golden heart rather than a golden purse, she was a young, sweet flower. So I found me a rose near the hedges an' said "Because th' flowers shape an' perfume remind them of their lady loves." Now, along came Jeoffrey, before the big tourney, I arrived too late ta' register, but still stayed for th' brat's name day preparations. The twat walks up an' says that the Hedge Knight was too poor so nobody'd rob 'im, naturally I had to defend me an' all the stories honor. "Tha' may be true" I told 'im, "but we Hedge Knights 'ave a guard better than any o' your Whitecloaks. Ne'er sleep, always watchful, hidden, an' surprise those who try to attack us." Now th' two were curious as to what I meant, an when they asked I extended the rose an says "The roses protect me" with the straightest of faces. The blonde king laughed and laughed, an' he 'ad the balls to call me mad! Though the lady, Gods bless 'er soul, asked for me to prove it. Not in a haughty way but curious. So I says, "Extend your royal hand, your Highness." an' the child extended his hand an' I placed the rose in 'is hand an' I explained "Now as you can feel, the rose is beautiful, an' it has thorns," then I clasped his hand so the royal twat would be pricked by th' thorns, nice an' quick so 'is hands were open an I took it out before 'e even knew. "to those who mishandle them, like a master with 'is knights or a lover with a lady, they hurt when ya least expect it." Now the bastard was fuming, you should've seen 'is pretty face go pink with rage! But tha's not where the story ends. I turns to the lady, an I says, "Extend your hand." She was smart, an' did it palms down. So I wipes the blood off the stem an' wrapped it around 'er wrist like a bracelet. Like the young girls do wi' their flower crowns. "But with tenderness an' patience, it'll be a beautiful thing, that'll cherish you, an' protect you." So I kissed her hand and began to go my way an' parted with these words. "A heart is a rose with thorns, treat it poor, an' it'll prick ya. Treat it well, an' it'll stay with you 'till your dyin' day". Wi' that I left, an' the rest is 'istory..."

The man got up, smiling brightly and peacefully at the tale, bidding you a good night, he noticed that the rain was pouring outside. "Seven Hells!" he swore with a grin "Tha's another thing nice 'bout the stables, not as leaky." He laughed richly and donned his hood. You bade him one last question. "Hm? Wha' house am I from? Since Duskendale 'as three houses as beggars?" he shrugged "Who knows?"

As he disappeared into the rain and hay, you realize you may never see him again. You began to slightly envy the woman with the rose.

RP Example: See bio, because I was lazy
Notes: He speaks in a sort of an Irish/"Lowborn" brogue, so any misspellings will be for accent purposes. He also has red hair and green eyes.[/quote]
Le done and bump

[The Valyria Empire]

App:
Name: Derron "Rosethorn" Darkwood
House: Darkwood
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Titles: Hedge Knight, Ser, technical heir to House Darkwood
House: Darkwood
House Seat: Duskendale
House Sigil: This, with the words "Tread lightly, tread wisely". As Darkwood does not technically have a sigil, this is Derron's coat of arms (on his shield) followed by his oft repeated motto.
Allegiance paid to: Undecided between Stannis or Blackfyre and by extention Targaryen
Appearance (Picture appreciated): [spoiler=le faic](Image)

Armor:

(Image)

Personality: Like many hedge-knights, he seems to enjoy travel and helping one another for the sake of chivalry, perhaps one of the few who still do so. As a result, he is not swayed by coin or by combat prowess, but by the actions and intent of any possible liege lords. He tends to be merciful to the lowborn or anyone who doesn't condone their House's actions, despite being related by blood (See Tyrion "Can't spell Pimp without the Imp" Lannister and Myrcella "Precious Cinnamon Roll too good for this world" Baratheon-Lannister), and isn't above actively questioning or even defying his master's orders if they are considered amoral. Though don't write him off as yet another Eddard Stark for the chopping block, like the former forecaster of winter and Lord Paramount of the North he harbors a strong sense of duty, and can see how some actions can bring about a better tomorrow. Basically the Rose-Thorn Knight to Davos Seaworth's Onion Knight, their personalities match one to one, save for Darren being more of a frequenter of taverns.
Skills: Survivalist, skilled with close combat weapons, and a remarkable leader (of say a squadron of knights, if you allow him to sit with some meetings, he may learn tactics as well).
Weaponry (If any): He is strapped with a medium-sized sword and shield, with two smaller swords at his side.
Military Strength (How many men can your lands call upon, eg. The Reach could likely muster 100,000 men.): "I only have me sword an' any men m'liege trusts me to do th' job, that should be more than enough reason for ye to be afraid"
Biography (At least a well written Paragraph please):

"Duskendale is a rather shitty place if ye 'aven't noticed, 'specially when nearly ev'ryone in the soddin' town is descended from those 'ouses of th' now infamous "Defiance of Duskendale" that made Barristan the Bold so damn famous. But look at where 'e went! Swimmin'' 'alfway across the Narrow Sea to bleedin' Essos ta' bend th' knee to the Silver Queen o' the Mereen! I wouldn't 'ave blamed 'im for doin' that, though, wi' Jeoffrey dismissin'. Seven Hells, the boy's an absolute twat and idiot, 'is death made me start believin' in th' Gods, or at least there bein' some justice in this world..."

"But we ain't talkin' about no kings...yet, you want to know 'bout me? Well, fill up me tankard and I'll fill this night up with words...an some tavern maidens wi' somethin' else if th' Gods deem this me lucky night" he laughs merrily as the stranger tosses some Silver Stags at the buxom tavern serving girl, who winks at the both of you. Moments later, frothing beer is placed in front of you both. After a long and audible glug, the hedge knight begins his tale again. "Betcha never seen a hedge knight...an' you don't get to see very many...all the stories are lies ya know." he sips again. "One of the better brews I've put in me belly, ah, gettin' off track. Told ya it was a good brew, it's messin' ya over already! So...the tales, or rather me own...ya paid so ya get your story don't be so damn uppity, sheesh."

"I was born in Duskendale, an' like Oi said, a shitty place. There's worse shitholes wi' cut-purses an' thieves, an' corrupt officials an' the like...but Duskendale's so dreadfully dull, and lonely. Not much keeps warm there, save for a few tales of knights in shinin' armor an' fair lasses an' quests ta' be taken an' wars ta' be won. So picture me, a lot smaller an' without th' beard, sittin' in a tavern much like this, listenin' to the minstrel spin 'is tales, an' this lil' blighter thinks to 'imself "by Gods and Heavens, I'll become a hedge knight! Ya don't 'ave ta' kiss the arse of any landed lord, an' ya can adventure about wherever ya pleases. Far an' away from dreary Duskendale". That's the long an' short o' how I became a Hedge Knight, but like ya probably know, it ain't what it used ta' be...

"Don't get me wrong, I loved the tourneys an' sleepin' in th' hedges, helped th' poor because I remembered when I was like 'em. An' I still was, 'cept with armor an' a sword at me belt. I was e'en gonna swallow me pride and fight for Jeoffrey's tourney, maybe show the lad how a real knight fights. O' course, ye know how that ended....I felt like the last of me kind, of Hedge Knights. Y'know th' war that's goin' on right now, turned all knights an' honest folk into bloodthirsty sellswords an' murderers. I keep walkin' th' straight an' narrow, because I didn't want to go back to a different Duskendale. One where you only stuck your nose out if you was gettin' paid for it. I wanted to be different, an' as far as I knew, 'tain't no stories 'bout sellswords." He laughs and downs the tankard. "Thank ye for ye company, but I must sleep in th' stable tonight. Lot cheaper than what they charge these rooms for, plus, nobody'd steal me horse that way! Can't be too careful these days, unfortunately. But one must tread carefully, as well as wisely, an' be mindful to where 'e's treadin'..."

"Oh, me name? Well, didn't ya 'ear? Th' name's Derron, Derron Rosethorn."

"Hm? You'd be right, I ain't from Highgarden or Dorne...so why th' name? Well, it came from a lady headed to Highgarden or Sunspear or someplace south, real Highborn type wi' hair an' a dress as yellow as a lilly kissed by a summertime sun. Sweet flower she was... Anyway, she asked "how on earth do Hedge Knights sleep so well in th' hedges?" Now I fancied t' charm her, not ta' bed her, but maybe to put it in 'er head to look for men with a golden heart rather than a golden purse, she was a young, sweet flower. So I found me a rose near the hedges an' said "Because th' flowers shape an' perfume remind them of their lady loves." Now, along came Jeoffrey, before the big tourney, I arrived too late ta' register, but still stayed for th' brat's name day preparations. The twat walks up an' says that the Hedge Knight was too poor so nobody'd rob 'im, naturally I had to defend me an' all the stories honor. "Tha' may be true" I told 'im, "but we Hedge Knights 'ave a guard better than any o' your Whitecloaks. Ne'er sleep, always watchful, hidden, an' surprise those who try to attack us." Now th' two were curious as to what I meant, an when they asked I extended the rose an says "The roses protect me" with the straightest of faces. The blonde king laughed and laughed, an' he 'ad the balls to call me mad! Though the lady, Gods bless 'er soul, asked for me to prove it. Not in a haughty way but curious. So I says, "Extend your royal hand, your Highness." an' the child extended his hand an' I placed the rose in 'is hand an' I explained "Now as you can feel, the rose is beautiful, an' it has thorns," then I clasped his hand so the royal twat would be pricked by th' thorns, nice an' quick so 'is hands were open an I took it out before 'e even knew. "to those who mishandle them, like a master with 'is knights or a lover with a lady, they hurt when ya least expect it." Now the bastard was fuming, you should've seen 'is pretty face go pink with rage! But tha's not where the story ends. I turns to the lady, an I says, "Extend your hand." She was smart, an' did it palms down. So I wipes the blood off the stem an' wrapped it around 'er wrist like a bracelet. Like the young girls do wi' their flower crowns. "But with tenderness an' patience, it'll be a beautiful thing, that'll cherish you, an' protect you." So I kissed her hand and began to go my way an' parted with these words. "A heart is a rose with thorns, treat it poor, an' it'll prick ya. Treat it well, an' it'll stay with you 'till your dyin' day". Wi' that I left, an' the rest is 'istory..."

The man got up, smiling brightly and peacefully at the tale, bidding you a good night, he noticed that the rain was pouring outside. "Seven Hells!" he swore with a grin "Tha's another thing nice 'bout the stables, not as leaky." He laughed richly and donned his hood. You bade him one last question. "Hm? Wha' house am I from? Since Duskendale 'as three houses as beggars?" he shrugged "Who knows?"

As he disappeared into the rain and hay, you realize you may never see him again. You began to slightly envy the woman with the rose.

RP Example: See bio, because I was lazy
Notes: He speaks in a sort of an Irish/"Lowborn" brogue, so any misspellings will be for accent purposes. He also has red hair and green eyes.

Le done and bump[/quote]
Accepted.

[Danceria]

App:
Name: Derron "Rosethorn" Darkwood
House: Darkwood
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Titles: Hedge Knight, Ser, technical heir to House Darkwood
House: Darkwood
House Seat: Duskendale
House Sigil: This, with the words "Tread lightly, tread wisely". As Darkwood does not technically have a sigil, this is Derron's coat of arms (on his shield) followed by his oft repeated motto.
Allegiance paid to: Undecided between Stannis or Blackfyre and by extention Targaryen
Appearance (Picture appreciated): [spoiler=le faic](Image)

Armor:

(Image)

Personality: Like many hedge-knights, he seems to enjoy travel and helping one another for the sake of chivalry, perhaps one of the few who still do so. As a result, he is not swayed by coin or by combat prowess, but by the actions and intent of any possible liege lords. He tends to be merciful to the lowborn or anyone who doesn't condone their House's actions, despite being related by blood (See Tyrion "Can't spell Pimp without the Imp" Lannister and Myrcella "Precious Cinnamon Roll too good for this world" Baratheon-Lannister), and isn't above actively questioning or even defying his master's orders if they are considered amoral. Though don't write him off as yet another Eddard Stark for the chopping block, like the former forecaster of winter and Lord Paramount of the North he harbors a strong sense of duty, and can see how some actions can bring about a better tomorrow. Basically the Rose-Thorn Knight to Davos Seaworth's Onion Knight, their personalities match one to one, save for Darren being more of a frequenter of taverns.
Skills: Survivalist, skilled with close combat weapons, and a remarkable leader (of say a squadron of knights, if you allow him to sit with some meetings, he may learn tactics as well).
Weaponry (If any): He is strapped with a medium-sized sword and shield, with two smaller swords at his side.
Military Strength (How many men can your lands call upon, eg. The Reach could likely muster 100,000 men.): "I only have me sword an' any men m'liege trusts me to do th' job, that should be more than enough reason for ye to be afraid"
Biography (At least a well written Paragraph please):

"Duskendale is a rather shitty place if ye 'aven't noticed, 'specially when nearly ev'ryone in the soddin' town is descended from those 'ouses of th' now infamous "Defiance of Duskendale" that made Barristan the Bold so damn famous. But look at where 'e went! Swimmin'' 'alfway across the Narrow Sea to bleedin' Essos ta' bend th' knee to the Silver Queen o' the Mereen! I wouldn't 'ave blamed 'im for doin' that, though, wi' Jeoffrey dismissin'. Seven Hells, the boy's an absolute twat and idiot, 'is death made me start believin' in th' Gods, or at least there bein' some justice in this world..."

"But we ain't talkin' about no kings...yet, you want to know 'bout me? Well, fill up me tankard and I'll fill this night up with words...an some tavern maidens wi' somethin' else if th' Gods deem this me lucky night" he laughs merrily as the stranger tosses some Silver Stags at the buxom tavern serving girl, who winks at the both of you. Moments later, frothing beer is placed in front of you both. After a long and audible glug, the hedge knight begins his tale again. "Betcha never seen a hedge knight...an' you don't get to see very many...all the stories are lies ya know." he sips again. "One of the better brews I've put in me belly, ah, gettin' off track. Told ya it was a good brew, it's messin' ya over already! So...the tales, or rather me own...ya paid so ya get your story don't be so damn uppity, sheesh."

"I was born in Duskendale, an' like Oi said, a shitty place. There's worse shitholes wi' cut-purses an' thieves, an' corrupt officials an' the like...but Duskendale's so dreadfully dull, and lonely. Not much keeps warm there, save for a few tales of knights in shinin' armor an' fair lasses an' quests ta' be taken an' wars ta' be won. So picture me, a lot smaller an' without th' beard, sittin' in a tavern much like this, listenin' to the minstrel spin 'is tales, an' this lil' blighter thinks to 'imself "by Gods and Heavens, I'll become a hedge knight! Ya don't 'ave ta' kiss the arse of any landed lord, an' ya can adventure about wherever ya pleases. Far an' away from dreary Duskendale". That's the long an' short o' how I became a Hedge Knight, but like ya probably know, it ain't what it used ta' be...

"Don't get me wrong, I loved the tourneys an' sleepin' in th' hedges, helped th' poor because I remembered when I was like 'em. An' I still was, 'cept with armor an' a sword at me belt. I was e'en gonna swallow me pride and fight for Jeoffrey's tourney, maybe show the lad how a real knight fights. O' course, ye know how that ended....I felt like the last of me kind, of Hedge Knights. Y'know th' war that's goin' on right now, turned all knights an' honest folk into bloodthirsty sellswords an' murderers. I keep walkin' th' straight an' narrow, because I didn't want to go back to a different Duskendale. One where you only stuck your nose out if you was gettin' paid for it. I wanted to be different, an' as far as I knew, 'tain't no stories 'bout sellswords." He laughs and downs the tankard. "Thank ye for ye company, but I must sleep in th' stable tonight. Lot cheaper than what they charge these rooms for, plus, nobody'd steal me horse that way! Can't be too careful these days, unfortunately. But one must tread carefully, as well as wisely, an' be mindful to where 'e's treadin'..."

"Oh, me name? Well, didn't ya 'ear? Th' name's Derron, Derron Rosethorn."

"Hm? You'd be right, I ain't from Highgarden or Dorne...so why th' name? Well, it came from a lady headed to Highgarden or Sunspear or someplace south, real Highborn type wi' hair an' a dress as yellow as a lilly kissed by a summertime sun. Sweet flower she was... Anyway, she asked "how on earth do Hedge Knights sleep so well in th' hedges?" Now I fancied t' charm her, not ta' bed her, but maybe to put it in 'er head to look for men with a golden heart rather than a golden purse, she was a young, sweet flower. So I found me a rose near the hedges an' said "Because th' flowers shape an' perfume remind them of their lady loves." Now, along came Jeoffrey, before the big tourney, I arrived too late ta' register, but still stayed for th' brat's name day preparations. The twat walks up an' says that the Hedge Knight was too poor so nobody'd rob 'im, naturally I had to defend me an' all the stories honor. "Tha' may be true" I told 'im, "but we Hedge Knights 'ave a guard better than any o' your Whitecloaks. Ne'er sleep, always watchful, hidden, an' surprise those who try to attack us." Now th' two were curious as to what I meant, an when they asked I extended the rose an says "The roses protect me" with the straightest of faces. The blonde king laughed and laughed, an' he 'ad the balls to call me mad! Though the lady, Gods bless 'er soul, asked for me to prove it. Not in a haughty way but curious. So I says, "Extend your royal hand, your Highness." an' the child extended his hand an' I placed the rose in 'is hand an' I explained "Now as you can feel, the rose is beautiful, an' it has thorns," then I clasped his hand so the royal twat would be pricked by th' thorns, nice an' quick so 'is hands were open an I took it out before 'e even knew. "to those who mishandle them, like a master with 'is knights or a lover with a lady, they hurt when ya least expect it." Now the bastard was fuming, you should've seen 'is pretty face go pink with rage! But tha's not where the story ends. I turns to the lady, an I says, "Extend your hand." She was smart, an' did it palms down. So I wipes the blood off the stem an' wrapped it around 'er wrist like a bracelet. Like the young girls do wi' their flower crowns. "But with tenderness an' patience, it'll be a beautiful thing, that'll cherish you, an' protect you." So I kissed her hand and began to go my way an' parted with these words. "A heart is a rose with thorns, treat it poor, an' it'll prick ya. Treat it well, an' it'll stay with you 'till your dyin' day". Wi' that I left, an' the rest is 'istory..."

The man got up, smiling brightly and peacefully at the tale, bidding you a good night, he noticed that the rain was pouring outside. "Seven Hells!" he swore with a grin "Tha's another thing nice 'bout the stables, not as leaky." He laughed richly and donned his hood. You bade him one last question. "Hm? Wha' house am I from? Since Duskendale 'as three houses as beggars?" he shrugged "Who knows?"

As he disappeared into the rain and hay, you realize you may never see him again. You began to slightly envy the woman with the rose.

RP Example: See bio, because I was lazy
Notes: He speaks in a sort of an Irish/"Lowborn" brogue, so any misspellings will be for accent purposes. He also has red hair and green eyes.

Le done and bump

Accepted.[/quote]
Time to ride to Stannis! I hope you do not mind my first post being relatively boring, as the North provides little exciting scenery.

[The Independent Hazerls]

Will have a post for House Lannister/House Baratheon Of King's Landing up soon. Will also app for the right goddamn illegitimate son of Jaime Lannister tonight.

Ok, and pls once you've got Tommen going, my Margaery character spoke to him in a post earlier today. Pls answer

[The Forsworn Knights]

Will have a post for House Lannister/House Baratheon Of King's Landing up soon. Will also app for the right goddamn illegitimate son of Jaime Lannister tonight.

Ok, and pls once you've got Tommen going, my Margaery character spoke to him in a post earlier today. Pls answer

Will do. I actually might not even app Tommen since he is an ancillary of Jaime, which will save time.

[The Valyria Empire]

Ok, and pls once you've got Tommen going, my Margaery character spoke to him in a post earlier today. Pls answer

Will do. I actually might not even app Tommen since he is an ancillary of Jaime, which will save time.

He's in your notes, there's no need to app him.

[The Independent Hazerls]

Ok, and pls once you've got Tommen going, my Margaery character spoke to him in a post earlier today. Pls answer

Will do. I actually might not even app Tommen since he is an ancillary of Jaime, which will save time.

OK cool thx.

@The Valyria Empire when approximately do you think you will post for Euron attacking the Reach?

[Warg the Immortal]

@Cuprum, just wondering if your just busting Daegon's balls or about to kick him out of Meereen/imprison him or something along those lines?

[The Forsworn Knights]

Honestly could not think of anything for Jaime to be doing, so I threw up a Tommen post.

[Cuprum]

@Cuprum, just wondering if your just busting Daegon's balls or about to kick him out of Meereen/imprison him or something along those lines?

Nah

[Warg the Immortal]

@Cuprum, just wondering if your just busting Daegon's balls or about to kick him out of Meereen/imprison him or something along those lines?

Nah

Nah, she's not busting his balls and is on the verge of sending him packing, or nah she's going to keep him around?

[The Valyria Empire]

@Cuprum, just wondering if your just busting Daegon's balls or about to kick him out of Meereen/imprison him or something along those lines?

I gotta say, Daegon is a little disrespectful calling Dany cousin. She is a queen after all and should be called "Your grace".


Anyway, I might have a Jon post up tonight followed by a event post tomorrow.

[Warg the Immortal]

@Cuprum, just wondering if your just busting Daegon's balls or about to kick him out of Meereen/imprison him or something along those lines?

I gotta say, Daegon is a little disrespectful calling Dany cousin. She is a queen after all and should be called "Your grace".


Anyway, I might have a Jon post up tonight followed by a event post tomorrow.

He was raised as a lowborn mercenary till he was 15, he doesn't exactly have the greatest manners, at leas he knows to call her your highness from time to time, also btw: Your Grace is for a Prince/Princess or a Duke/Duchess

[The Valyria Empire]

I gotta say, Daegon is a little disrespectful calling Dany cousin. She is a queen after all and should be called "Your grace".


Anyway, I might have a Jon post up tonight followed by a event post tomorrow.

He was raised as a lowborn mercenary till he was 15, he doesn't exactly have the greatest manners, at leas he knows to call her your highness from time to time, also btw: Your Grace is for a Prince/Princess or a Duke/Duchess

In Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones "Your Grace" is used for Kings, Queens, Princes and Princesses.

But it makes sense for Daegon though I'm surprised Dany tolerated it.

[Warg the Immortal]

He was raised as a lowborn mercenary till he was 15, he doesn't exactly have the greatest manners, at leas he knows to call her your highness from time to time, also btw: Your Grace is for a Prince/Princess or a Duke/Duchess

In Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones "Your Grace" is used for Kings, Queens, Princes and Princesses.

But it makes sense for Daegon though I'm surprised Dany tolerated it.

Lol, yeah, he's also trying to get across that they are (distantly) related, so he won't be turned away.

Kinda surprised Barristan hasn't spoken up yet though, I mean, you would think he'd be like "Hey, Blackfyre, I'm pretty sure I killed the last of them guys", but y'know more...in a more knight-y fashion

[The Independent Hazerls]

Realistically now, when Dany comes to Westeros in the RP, how will anyone survive against the dragons??

[The Valyria Empire]

Realistically now, when Dany comes to Westeros in the RP, how will anyone survive against the dragons??

Currently Dany doesn't have the man power nor the ships to take Westeros. Like they've said a lot in the books and show. "Dragons can conquer but not hold."

Plus Drogon is off doing who knows what while Rhaegal and Viserion are locked up.

[Argentumurbem]

I reject the notion that some sellsword knows the secrets to harnessing Wildfire. It is as far as we know known only to the Alchemist Guild (which is a dying institute) who protect it jealously and even with their great knowledge of the creation of the substance they can make only limited quantities (granted limited is all that is necessary). If Blackfyre somehow managed to get a hold of the recipe (however far removed that is) actually making it is another thing entirely: you will cause a fire in Meereen no question about that and even for the sake of argument some is created, you will literally have one or two jars available by the time the enemy approaches for battle and definitely not enough to really affect the battle.

OP: Would it be OK if you decide/roll to determine the responses from the Northern Houses? At the time of them being sent Wyman's son and the Lords Umber and Karstark will still be captives I believe, if that affects anything.

[Eraus]

I reject the notion that some sellsword knows the secrets to harnessing Wildfire. It is as far as we know known only to the Alchemist Guild (which is a dying institute) who protect it jealously and even with their great knowledge of the creation of the substance they can make only limited quantities (granted limited is all that is necessary). If Blackfyre somehow managed to get a hold of the recipe (however far removed that is) actually making it is another thing entirely: you will cause a fire in Meereen no question about that and even for the sake of argument some is created, you will literally have one or two jars available by the time the enemy approaches for battle and definitely not enough to really affect the battle.

OP: Would it be OK if you decide/roll to determine the responses from the Northern Houses? At the time of them being sent Wyman's son and the Lords Umber and Karstark will still be captives I believe, if that affects anything.

you could have one of them come to Blacken Castle...It's in the North just South of Ramsgate and East of White Harbour

[Argentumurbem]

you could have one of them come to Blacken Castle...It's in the North just South of Ramsgate and East of White Harbour

The ravens went to all northern houses, but I'll still need NPC reaction rolls for the rest. Blacken can answer or remain quiet up to you.

And saying that @OP: can you please decide the ultimate decision of the Skagosi with regards to joining Stannis as well? Cheers.