Game of Thrones: A Century of Blood [IC] -Open-

[The Independent Hazerls]

King Loren I Lannister, King of the Rock
Casterly Rock, the Westerlands

Loren clapped politely as the two jugglers bowed, smilimg, in front of the Rock's court. All around him were his lords bannermen and their ladies, reunited, for the Kingdom of the Rock had much to talk about.
Once the show was over, and the rich supper consumed, Loren stood and asked for his vassals to follow him. Passing through colored gardens and large hallways, they reached a council room which could seat near a hundred.
"Lords bannermen, I warmly thank you for having come on this day." The King began. "I hope the food and festival pleased you, and it is good we are able to talk of heavier matters with a full belly and a jolly spirit."
At that, many noblemen chuckled. Loren was loved, and he had never failed his followers.
"I wish to talk about the situation in Westeros. In the North, Torrhen Stark frantically tries creating alliances left and right, and he also lools to expand his own borders. Some of my informants have told me his sons Jon and Brandon ride for the Rock, wishing to meet with me."
The reason was unknown, but many suspected a Stark boy would ask for Mella Lannister's hand. Naturally, the powerful king of the Westerlands would only accept if the heir to Winterfell proposed.
"Furthermore," Loren continued, "I believe it's grand time we thought to make a name for ourselves..."
A grin showed on his lips, and his most power hungry vassals grinned as well.
"There are rich and fertile lands to our south, ruled by the Gardeners. And to our north the Riverlands are ripe as well. Friends, I ask you all to choose partners wisely for your offspring. Alliances that can make us strong are to be created!"

[Eternal Fire Beast]

Lord Edmyn Tully

Edmyn had heard of the success of Caleb's ambush along with receiving a letter with a Direwolf on it. Edmyn was pacing back and forth in his great hall hopin that the letter was good news from the Starks but he also couldn't help but think it could be sometime horrible. Edmyn walked over to his seat and sat down as he set the letter down he broke the seal and began to read through it.

Edmyn was slightly disappointed as all it said was an Envoy was en route but it also smiled as the Envoy was the heir to the Kingdom of the North, Robert Stark. Robert was rumored to be the spitting image of Torrhen both physically and with his mentality.

"So he sends the Kind wolf to chat with me?" A servant interrupted him saying Caleb had arrived.

[The Novakian Empire]

Lord Caleb Novakai,Ruler of the Misty Isle,Saltpans,and Chiltern Keep.

Riverrun,the seat of house tully.
Caleb,after hours of riding,had finally arrived at riverrun.
He dismounted from his horse,sheathing his sword.
"I am lord caleb novakai of riverrun,and i request entry!"
The guardsman at the gate smiled,lifting up his visor.
"Good to see you in riverrun again,caleb."
Caleb nodded to the guardsman,and folded his hands behind his back as the steel gate rose.
After the gate had finished rising,caleb walked past the guardsman,into riverrun. It felt just like he had returned home,as he had grown up in riverrun,fostered alongside edmyn and his siblings. Caleb thought of edmyn as his brother,although they were not bound by blood.
He walked towards the keep within the castle,awaiting edmyn,as the servants had surely informed him of caleb's arrival by now.

[Warg the Immortal]

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Ser Aurion "Greyheart" Waters of House Velaryon

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They had landed on Estermont to refresh their water storage. It would be the last stop before they arrived in the Stepstones. Bloodstone and Torturer's Deep were both on the horizon, though Aurion could not see it. He and the men had come ashore for a brief time, most were taking advantage of the local tavern's stock of Dornish wine. Others still where enjoying the whorehouse and the base pleasures it provided. Aurion himself sat in the tavern, having just finished a game of cyvasse with his helmsman. The man was a knight and distant branch member of house Farring, "Quick" Edsel. The set they used was rather cheaply made, constructed of soldier pine and sandbeggar wood. The tiles were old and cheaply dyed, with many faded to be nearly unrecognizable. Aurion and Edsel had a tradition of playing against one another in every port they landed, the current score of wins was 124-120 in Aurion's favour. Edsel had been the one to teach him the game when they had met in their youth. The game had been Aurion's for the most part, but he had over extended his dragon, and ended up losing his king to Edsel's trebuchet. The two laughed and reminisced about previous games they played before preparing to depart for the final length of their journey.

[The Valyria Empire]

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His Lord Aegon of House Targaryen, High Lord of the Dragon Isles and Lord of Dragonstone

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Aegon looked at the boys his uncle had brought with him. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Aegon quickly spoke before turning back to Lord Velayron. "If you wish to speak in private then I require to follow me." Aegon then stood up his seat and looked to Aenar then to Aethor. "You two will join us, hopefully you can learn something." Aegon spoke, focusing on Aenar.

The four would begin their ascent up the stairs of the Stone Drum. After a few minutes they all would enter the room. Aegon would take his place in his usual chair with Daemon sitting opposite of him. Aenar would stand next to the door, with his back against the wall.

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Aenar of House Targaryen

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Calm your self, Aenar. You need to not bring attention to yourself. Aenar thought as his hands were shaking. He could pass it off as being nervous but he wondered if the Storm Singer knew the truth. He would need to talk with him later, perhaps he could point him in the right direction.

Aenar then heard Aegon speak once more, "Lord Velayron, I thank you for your condolences." Aegon spoke as he looked to over to the wall where Blackfyre and Dark Sister were hung. Aegon then looked back at Daemon and resumed. "However, I do not have time to mourn. Tell me, what did you wish to discuss?"

[Kuhlfros]

Sealord Haren Maroran
The Sealord's Palace
Braavos

If there wasn't always work to be done, Haren could quite contently relax in the gardens of the palace and watch the countless ships with purple hulls and purple sails glide into and out of Purple Harbor. Among the ships that sailed out today were envoys bound for specific locations for missions that could decide the freedom of Essos. Not to mention expand and build the power of the Iron Bank and Braavos.

It was in the gardens of the Palace where Haren often went to contemplate, and thus his court followed him there. Already he had sent a master shipbuilder out to the beginning of the Upper Rhoyne to construct a worthy flotilla of barges for the Sealord to sail to the Ruins of Goyan Drohe. It was then that two armed men arrived behind the Sealord, carrying halberds with a Morion helmet on their heads and with a purple cloak over their hauberks, the cloaks bore a silhouette of the Titan. These men were Titan's Guard, the city guard of Braavos, also among the defenders of the Sealord and the palace.

The one on the left spoke "My Lord, your sons Andaro and Illareo have returned from their expedition to the Jade Sea, Yi Ti, and Asshai, also Lady Messila and her entourage have departed on a House Maroran Barge."

"Keep tabs on my sweet daughter and where she goes, also be sure she isn't fooling you with the barge as a decoy, she may be leaving the palace by a different method." He responded and then put his hands together and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips before continuing, "Bring my sons to the palace, send a grand gondala to bring them from the Harbor."

He looked over to a group of servants and ordered, "Prepare us a small, hearty, feast and prepare their rooms. Also prepare them both a hot bath so they can wash their rough voyage away."

Haren stood up and walked back to the Palace. He thought to himself "What knowledge have my sons gathered for me from traveling to the far east and back, I want to know what every city is doing and what rumors spread from here to Asshai..."

[Warg the Immortal]

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Lord Daemon of House Velaryon, Lord of the Tides

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Daemon indicated to Aethon to follow him and the Dragon Lords. Together the four of them climbed the stairs of the Stone Drum into a large room with four massive windows facing the cardinal directions. Aegon took a seat at the head of the table. Daemon sat in front of him, while Aethon stood next to Aenar, leaning against the wall nearest to the entrance. Aegon broke the silence, cutting straight to the point. Daemon smiled inwardly. Just like his father this one.

He cleared his throat before beginning. "Lord Targaryen, I have two things I wish to discuss. Firstly, your House and my own have a history of close relations. Your great-aunt married my father, and your mother, my sister, married your father. I believe the time has come once again to join our houses in marriage. Your youngest sister, Naerys, is of a marriageable age. I would like to put forth my eldest son, and heir, Aethon for a betrothal to her."

Daemon paused before continuing. "Secondly, I wish to discuss this 'New Valyria' movement that is emerging in Essos. I would like to hear your thoughts on the matter, and discuss whether we, the True Valyrians, shall involve ourselves." Daemon, coughed lightly, he had found in his elder years that his throat was becoming drier than usual. pouring a cup of wine form the nearby flagon he sipped lightly, awaiting his liege lord's response.

[The Valyria Empire]

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His Lord Aegon of House Targaryen, High Lord of the Dragon Isles and Lord of Dragonstone

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Aegon placed his hands on the table, he raised his eyebrow when Daemon mentioned a marriage pact between Naerys and Daemon's son. "My lord, while I do wish for houses to remain close you will have to wait before this pact can be made. Naerys is..." Aegon paused, looked to the table and then back to Daemon. "She is very troublesome, my father let her run about instead of educating her on her duties to this house. I will need some time to make her a suitable wife for your son."

Aegon nodded to Daemon's son, "Apologizes." Aegon then looked to Daemon once more, "Now, I know of this New Valyria. However, we will do as we have done for a century now. We will wait, for this New Valyria is not a dragon but a tiger. Should they become a threat to us we will obliterate them, but until then we shall wait." Aegon then put his hands on the arms of the chair and then leaned back. "However, I believe you might have a different idea. Tell me, Lord Velaryon do you oppose this plan? You may speak freely."

[Eraus]

Torrhen Stark,King in the North and Lord of Winterfell

Torrhen decided to occupy his mind with other things before his forces arrived. He had various tasks to attend to first he began to write a letter to the Night's Watch "I hope they haven't spotted Wildlings amassing near the wall. I've got another thing to use my forces for" He thought as he wrote them a letter asking if they needed any extra resources or possible military aid.

Torrhen then left to speak with his war council and bannermen in his greathall. His half brother Brandon was his right hand, Lord Artos Reed as his Master-at-Arms and Lord Torrhen of Hornwood along with various other lords who came to Winterfell. "My fellow northerners, Today marks the day the North has changed. We have long gloated that we are a Kind and Just people while our neighbors suffered" He said as he paused as he walked towards his throne. "I have long thought myself to be just and honorable but I let my neighbors suffer. Today we change that by freeing our Southron neighbors from the Ironborn. Freeing them from the people who constantly raid us and steal our children, rape our women and kill our young men." He said as he reached his throne and sat down "Today we fulfill our duty to the Gods and Help our fellow man. Today We become True Northsmen" He said as he shouted causing those in the Hall to cheer. "We go to War with the Ironborn, Ready your armies and inform the Kingdom....We are at War" He said as he unsheathed Ice and pointed it at the sky.

After briefing the lords who had arrived first from nearby castles Torrhen headed back to his quarters to study the map and look for strategic positions in an attempt to minimize lost of life for the North.

[Warg the Immortal]

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Lord Daemon of House Velaryon, Lord of the Tides

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Daemon nodded at Aegon's words. "Very well Lord Aegon, perhaps we shall speak on the matter at a later time." Daemon paused before continuing. "Though, I would suggest that we at least allow the two to meet. No better time than now, while they reside in the same castle, what harm could come of it?" Daemon glanced at his son, a light smile evident on the boys face, as it always was. "As for the so called 'New Valyria', House Velaryon shall stand with House Targaryen as it has always done. Tough, my father was always of the belief that if an animal becomes sick, it is better to slay it immediately, rather than heal it. So as to save the herd from greater peril. I am myself of a similar belief concerning this, tiger-dragon; We should cut off it's head now, lest more rear up to devour us."

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Ser Corlys of House Velaryon

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Corlys was left in the Great Hall with his youngest brother and half-sister. He was bored, it was too late in the day to train, but he still felt wide awake. After his father, brother, Aegon and two of his other cousins departed he decided to take the vacant seat between his aunt and cousin, Visenya. Before doing so he looked over his shoulder to see Jaenara entertaining Daemon at one of the long tables next to some decidedly pretty handmaiden that must of been one of his cousin Rhaenys' hangers-on, his sister looked right at home among them, laughing and joking with them. Despite her being a bastard she resembled Corlys, Aethon and Daemon more so than her twin.

Corlys' mind wandered to thoughts of his half-brother. He wished he could have gone to fight pirates with him. Half a world away bringing justice to the Stepstones, rather than staying on Dragonstone to aid his father in political manoeuvring. He sighed in exasperation before moving to take a place between the two women. "Good to see you again aunt Valaena, cousin Visenya. I trust the two of you are well, given the circumstances that is."

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Ser Aurion "Greyheart" Waters of House Velaryon

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They had finally arrived, the Stepstones. Golden sand and sunny skies with pirates in every direction. They were close to Dark Den, a small isle that once served as a way station between Bloodstone and the Skulls. Now it was a pirate den with all manners of denizens of ill repute. Aurion leaned on the railing of his ship, strangely he did not see the sails of pirates in the harbour, but blue and red sails decorated with a white griffin, a sigil of heraldry, though he did not recognize it. He turned to his first mate, Tomland. "Send an order out among the ships. Drop anchor here. Half of us are going to go ashore and find out what a lord's ship is doing out here. If we don't send word in an hour I want the remaining half of our forces to assault the Island." Tomland nodded and within ten minutes the five orange sailed warships were anchored and he was on his way to the island aboard a small lifeboat, armed in his steel plate with sword, dagger shield and trident in tow. His men were well armed and trained, so half would likely be unnecessary, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.

[Eternal Fire Beast]

Lord Edmyn Tully

Edmyn sent a Servant to bring Lord Caleb into the Great Hall and once he had arrived Edmyn smiled as it had been sometime since he had seen his old friend. "Lord Caleb, It has been awhile. Sad this was the reason we came to see each other today." He said as he said as he motioned for a servant to hand Caleb bread and wine as it was only customary.

"I have received word from the King of the North. Great news infact, He has sent his heir as an envoy to meet with me." He said as he moved closer to Caleb "This means one of two things. The North wants the take on the Ironborn....or they just want to marry his son to my sister" He said hoping it was the former

[The Novakian Empire]

Lord Caleb Novakai,Ruler of the Misty Isle,Saltpans,and Chiltern Keep.

Riverrun,the seat of house Tully.
The servant had brought Caleb into the great hall of Riverrun,it'd been some time since he'd been here.
The servant lead him to the throne,where Edmyn was waiting. Caleb thought Edmyn was in deep thought about something,fore he did not initially notice Caleb,but when he did he glanced up towards Caleb,and smiled.
"Indeed it has,lord Edmyn" Caleb smiled,albeit solemnly.
The servant handed him some bread and wine,as was tradition,granting him guest right.
Caleb sipped the wine as he listened to Edmyn speak.
"Truly?" Caleb said,his eyes widening somewhat. The king of the north sending his heir to treat with Edmyn was unprecedented,and as such it surprised Caleb.
Edmyn stood up,and walked down the steps from his throne,over to Caleb.
Caleb nodded as Edmyn spoke. "If the north were to march against harren,that would be seriously good for us..Perhaps,we could finally get the united riverlands we all yearn for." Saying it made Caleb feel ecstatic.
"Either way,the visit will to be our benefit." Caleb said.
"Anyways,off of that subject,i have news of my own." Caleb said,suddenly quite serious,while waving off the servant.
"It seems lord Halleck and his party were ambushed by some bandits east of here. Several of his men were killed,and it seems him and his remaining men were captured." Caleb smirked,smugly.

[Eraus]

Rodrik Snow

Rodrik and his half brother Eddard had arrived in White Harbor the richest and most lively city in the North. Rodrik loved visiting the city as their was always something new to do be it visit a brother and meet a new girl or meeting traders from another kingdom.

They quickly headed towards New Castle, the seat of House Manderly. After they had arrived they meet with Lord Willem Manderly and his son Damon. Servants quickly handed the two Stark boys bread and water before Lord Manderly began to speak "M'lords I've gotten your boat prepared. Direwolves have been painted on the Sails, I've placed some of my best sailors onboard. Is their anything else you need before you leave?" He asked Eddard barely looking at the Bastard.

"No, Lord Manderly. All we need is a place to sleep for the night and I plan to be at sea just after dawn." Rodrik spoke before Eddard could.

"That shall be arranged" Willem said with a slight sigh as he looked at the bastard. "Find them suitable rooms" He said as he motioned for the servant to head towards the door.

Torrhen Stark,King in the North and Lord of Winterfell

Torrhen had heard news that Robert, Jon and Bran were nearing the Twins and now it was time for him to inform the Lannisters of the news. He began to write a letter one of many he had done recently. He sat down in his personal quarters writing another letter

To, King Loren I Lannister, King of the Rock

I have sent my sons Jon and Bran to Casterly Rock as my Envoys. They will come and meet with you personally to discuss a marriage between my heir and you daughter. I would also like to ask what you think of the Ironborn Invaders whom are threats to the both of our Fine Kingdoms.

After he had finished the short letter he left his room to hand it to his maester whom sent it to the Kingdom of the Rock.

[The Forsworn Knights]

King-Pretender Aelor Bloodstone of the Isle of Bloodstone. Self-proclaimed King of the Stepstones, Lord of Bloodstone and its Capitol fortress of Blackspyre Castle, and the blood of High Valyria.

The beach of Dark Den
The Pirates fled from the skirmish as soon as they had charged once they caught sight of the impending fleet. As Aelor began to give chase he would be pulled back by Aemon, who then pointed to the rowboats that were nearing the island- with a fleet of five galleys in the distance bearing unknown arms from some noble. As the last of the Pirates retreated into the Jungle Aelor would look around the beach- five of his men had died with a further seven wounded while ten of the defenders had been killed and none had been taken alive.
Aelor simply nodded once to the bodies before moving toward the beach to intercept a young man who bore High-Valyrian traits and wore a suit of armor that was clearly well-made, if a bit old.
"Hail, I am Aelor of the House Bloodstone, the Lord of Bloodstone and the Skulls, and the future King of the Stepstones," He would begin- removing his helmet to reveal his own Valyrian features. "are you friend or foe?" He would ask, finishing his sentence. The point of his greatsword hovered over the sand as the young man cradled his helmet under his left arm.
"I sincerely hope it is the Former, as I do not believe my assembled forces could defeat the trained men you surely have on those galleys." He would finally state, waiting for a response from the young man.

[Warg the Immortal]

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Ser Aurion "Greyheart" Waters of House Velaryon

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Aurion stood on the sandy beach of Dark Den. His helm clutched beneath his arm with his trident in hand. He found himself before a man with Valyrian features, wielding a castle forged great sword. The strange man broke the silence, his words surprised Aurion, he had not expected to find the King-Claimant on his first day in the archipelago. He handed his trident to Bennor, a boy who served as both cabin boy and squire to Aurion. "I am Ser Aurion Greyheart. I have come to ride the Stepstones of the pirate scourge. I am no foe of your's Lord Bloodstone. In fact, as a fellow Valyrian, I had wished to find you in hope of securing an alliance to aid in the flushing out of the pirate scum and eliminating them." He glanced at the corpses lying near the entrance to the forest. "I see you have already begun a campaign against those who would oppose you. Perhaps myself and my men can be of assistance before we continue on to our destination?"

[The Forsworn Knights]

King-Pretender Aelor Bloodstone of the Isle of Bloodstone and The Skulls. Self-proclaimed King of the Stepstones, Lord of Bloodstone and its Capitol fortress of Blackspyre Castle, and the blood of High Valyria.

The beach of Dark Den
Aelor seemed to visibly relax upon learning the identity of his new acquaintance, nodding in respect.
"It is good to meet you, Ser. I hope that we might be able to however postpone this discussion momentarily, there are still quite a few of these brutes at large on the island and they are probably going to try to escape to whatever hole they crawled out of." Aelor would say, a bead of sweat drifting from his brow as Aemon sent some men back to the Bloodstone ships to inform them of the nearby fleet.
Aemon would return to the two other Valyrians after a moment, nodding to the stranger.
"This is my cousin, and chief military advisor, Aemon. By the way, before we rush into a fight with the local bandits, might I ask where you hail from? I wouldnt want to accidentally get associated with a fight that is not my own when I dont even fully control three of the Stepstones. Aelor would ask, shifting his footing.

[Warg the Immortal]

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Ser Aurion "Greyheart" Waters of House Velaryon

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Aurion smiled at the arrival of the other Valyrian, Aemon. He returned his attention to King Aelor. He did not want to reveal his relation to Lord Daemon just yet, but did not wish to alienate someone who could be a potential ally in his campaign. "I am from Driftmark, King Aelor, in Blackwater Bay. My liege lord is currently not at war with anyone. I have come here because my kin's ships have been set upon by pirates. My grandfather is himself a sailor, and it is for his sake that I wish to remove those that could rob him of his livelihood or life itself." It was not really a lie, more an omission. His grandfather was a sailor, and the pirates were a potential threat, and none of the Valyrian Isles in Westeros were at war, so his story was not implausible. He hoped the Claimant of the Stepstones would not pry deeper into his heritage. "Now, as for this battle at hand. Would you like aid? Or should I press on to my destination?"

[Eraus]

Rodrik Snow

Rodrik and Eddard got aboard their ship. Rodrik couldn't help but look at the Direwolf on the Sail. Both of the Brothers hadn't been at sea and were excited to not only do that but to also meet the Dragonlord.

As the ship began to sail they went under the deck to their quarters. "Fit for a King" Eddard said as they entered "I heard they have a Lordling and a Lady whom are both unmarried. I hope the lord is willing to marry our house to him. A wolf and a dragon would make for strong spawns" Eddard said as he started to get ready to sleep

"We should sleep. We've got a long while ahead of us while we head towards Dragonstone" Rodrik said as he got ready to sleep

[Eternal Fire Beast]

Lord Edmyn Tully

"Good, You did as you were suppose to do" Edmyn said "We'll behead the cunt once the War begins and then send his head to his father" the tully said "Ensure that your lands are alert and ready. we must expect retaliation coming from any direction as I suppose Harren will think I caused this" He said as he put his hands through his hair "He'll send an army after me that's for sure" Edmyn said as his brother and sister came in.

"Bryndon, Ensure the castle guard is on alert." Edmyn said to his brother. "The Ironborn might send an army our way" His brother and sisters faces were shocked.

"What do you mean they might send an army?" Alyssa asked "What did you do?" She said as Edmyn stared afar

"We dealt with business" He said confidently "For that we are better off"

"What do you mean by business...Did you kill an Ironborn" She said fearfully

"Alyssa, Your better off not knowing what happened..All you should know is that the Starks are coming to Riverrun asking for your hand. You should get prepared to meet the Norths Envoy" He said

"Now, Lord Caleb is there anything else that must be done"

[Eraus]

Robert Stark

Robert, Jon and Bran had arrived at the Twins. The three brothers along with their five guards were meet by the Lord Manfryd Frey of the Crossings. Robert Stark walked forward "Lord Manfryd Frey, I have been given an important task by the King of the North. It requires that we pass through your lands as quickly as possible." Robert said

"Come inside Starks" Manfryd said as he began to head inside leading the Stark and their entourage inside.

"Now, you all know to pass one must pay a fee" Manfryd stated as he finally got to his Great Hall.

"That's fine Lord Frey. What will the fee be this time?" Robert asked as his brothers "I'm sure we can make a great deal"

"Well, Robert? is it. All the coin you have on you is now mine" Manfryd said as two of his servants moved closer to the Stark boys

"What the fu.." Jon was suddenly interrupted by his elder brother Robert

"That's a fine deal" He said as he handed his coin pouch to the Servant then the rest of his party began to hand their pouches out all be it reluctantly.

"They've still got to ensure this is all your coin" Manfryd said as his servants began to search for coins on the Northerners.

"Nothing else M'lord" the female servant said as the Frey smiled

"Well, I do hope you enjoy your trip south" He said as he pointed towards the door. "Gods Bless Northerners" Robert and the others went on their way towards Riverrun

[The Nights Watch of Castle Black]

Brandon Snow
The Castle of Winterfell

In the early morning cold, Brandon and the White Wolves rode in through the front gates, which had been opened for the longest time to show a friendly appearance to travelers on the Kingsroad. They had rode the better part of the night to make it through the Wolfswood and to Winterfell. They had killed five bandits that appeared from essentially out of nowhere, they weren't going to take the risk of them getting found while they were asleep. So for hours they had rode and successfully made it in just as the sun peaked over the hills, creating a glistening atmosphere as the morning dew reflected the light of the drowsy sun. They had entered through the North gate, one of the less popular ones.

"Fuck, Snow. We've been friends for so long, but i think this is the first time that i've ever seen where you live!" Said Rodrik Talbot, looking in sort of a marvel. The high walls, the grey stones standing high and proud.

"Kind of fuckin' stinks." Rogar Warrick said, turning his head in observation, sniffing loudly. Brandon chuckled a bit at Rogar's comment.

"Keep going down this road straight, you'll get to the East Gate. There's a town right beyond, Winter town. It's gotta tavern, brothel, inn, everything you need. Or if you'd like, there's a guest house between the Armory and Library tower. Don't steal anything from the Armory, either! This isn't Warrick Bastion." Said Brandon as he began riding slowly towards the Great Hall.

"Aye, you would bring that up. Cunt." Said Rogar Warrick, Brynden Frey snickering in the background.

As Brandon Snow departed his friends, he took a detour to the stables, riding past the Courtyard, where many soldiers were training. He counted only eight soldiers sparring, which was quite low for what the Courtyard could hold. To his left side, he watched as two Stark soldiers fired crossbows at hay dummies, the one on the left missing miserably, while the one on the right was hitting every target.

"I see my next recruit." Brandon spoke to himself. While quite rude, the White Wolves regularly recruited their people from keeps such as Winterfell, the Dreadfort, others in the North. While usually unsuccessful, they would sometimes find that one soldier who was tired of a soldier's life, and wanted to try a mercenary one. While almost always ending in disaster, he would at least get what he wanted: the Mercenary lifestyle, before he died.

Brandon arrived at the stables, dismounted, and tied his horse's reins to a thick, horizontal wooden post, a water trough directly below for the horse to replenish himself. He would walk the rest of the way to the Great Hall, where he would grab something to eat, talk a bit, then perhaps find somewhere to sleep for a few hours.

[The Novakian Empire]

Lord Caleb Novakai,Ruler of the Misty Isle,Saltpans,and Chiltern Keep.[/align][/b][/box]
Riverrun,the seat of house Tully.
"I was already my intention to prepare for war. My master-at-arms is returning to Seafrost,once there he will begin raising the rest of my men." Caleb said,soon after noticing Edmyn's siblings entering the room.
He listened to Bryndon,Alyssa,and Edmyn speak,silent.
Once Edmyn had returned his attention to Caleb,Caleb spoke up.
"There seems to be only one course of action. War." Caleb said,frowning. While he knew a war would have to be fought for the riverlands to rise again,he feared the Hoares would not go down quickly. The coming conflict would cost many lives,riverlander and ironborn alike. Perhaps,some northmen.
"We will have to raise our banners immediately,as you said Harren will realize what happened soon."
"We will also have to gather the houses in the Riverlands that are against Harren,and plan for the coming war. If we have a battleplan,perhaps we could defeat Harren and his ironborn dogs." Caleb said. He didn't quite believe what he was saying,but something would have to be done. Caleb and Edmyn could not take Harren's retaliation lying down. If they were to die,they would die honorably,in battle.
"We should begin planning now. Do you have a map somewhere around here?"