Game of Thrones: A Dream of Spring [OOC] -Concluded-

[Ceannairceach]

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1. Way too many men, 10,000 would basically put him on par with the Hightowers
2. Raiding Dorne, the Reach and Stormlands during Gaemon's rule, when there hasn't been a major conflict in 40 years? The Royal Fleet or Redwyne fleet would've cracked down on him immediately
3. Spies sent after him? He's just some bastard, I hardly think they're going to invest that much effort searching for him
4. Doubt Tyrosh or other free cities near the Stepstones are gonna let the whole Pirate King thing go on
5. If he's a Northmen why was he raised to be a knight? Manderlys may follow the Seven but the Hornwoods definitely don't
6. If he legitimized himself as a Manderly why is he using a different and overly complicated sigil
7. Medrick seems very op (and fighting with two swords has frequently been proven to be ridiculous, and pointless, this is based on the books not the show where that type of ludicrous swordsmanship happens), and despite his Manderly mother doesn't seem to have any of the characteristic heftiness of Manderlys

1. What number would you recommend then?
2. It isn't like he was an invading force. Piracy in the region is fairly normal, and arguably a stabilizing presence in the region could be welcomed by powerful seafaring lords.
3. A bastard responsible for the death of a legitimate child and with a tenuous if illegitimate claim. It's not something a powerful family would necessarily let slip by.
4. See point 2.
5. Fair point regarding the Hornwoods, that was an oversight on my part. But he was raised in the Manderly court; and thus according to the Faith, so I'd welcome a suggestion for another family in that regard.
6. Why did Stannis replace his sigil when he converted? He's a pirate. Seems fairly understandable that he'd have his own sigil. It's not important to me either way though. If, say, he ended up returning to Westeros; he could take the Manderly sigil back.
7. If there's any specific criticisms or suggestions you want to make that you think would make him less OP, I'm more than welcome to hear them. I thought the two-weapon fighting would be an interesting separation from the majority who will be using the typical sword and shield, and there is established examples of it in the books, so I didn't see any issue with including it. I can easily edit that out though.

[Nuxipal]

House Name: House Seasmoke

House Words: Strong as the Sea, Elusive as Smoke
Allegiance Paid to: House Targaryen
House Seat: Sweetport Sound
Approx Number of military at command: 110 (10 Knights, 50 Archers, 50 men-at-arms), 10 war galleys(and crew), 300 levy spearmen, 50 levy archers. Total land force 460.
History of the House: The refounded House of Seasmoke has had a hard time of things since aiding the Targaryens to ascend to their throne. They spent time attempting to unify the Stepstones, but instead found themselves defeated and broken. Their armies deserting them for piracy or the Free Cities. They withdrew to Westeros and spent time on Driftmark and in King's Landing before they found a break. Unfortunate for some, fortunate for them. They were granted the castle at Sweetport sound as well as its vassals at Tally Hill. The lands were unkempt, the castle needed work, but overall it was good to have a home.

Between wars the Lords of House Seasmoke spent time building the castle up and tending the lands around it while they put their maesters to work at uncovering the history of the house and its sigil. It didn't take long for the sigil, the words took several decades of work at the Citadel before they were recovered. The current lord, Gaemon Seasmoke, aged 62, knows he will not be around much longer. To make matters worse, his own son, Lucerys, had gone and gotten himself killed in Essos in 387 AC. The damn fool had been looking to make an expedition into Valyria to find and claim a Valyrian Steel Sword for their own house. Instead, he left his five children without a father.

Lacking a father, Gaemon took his eldest Grandson, Ixidor, and began training him to be a more responsible person than his father had been. However, it wasn't long until the young boy's mind was filled with tales of the old Targaryen Kings. As he was getting older he watched that he was starting to be attracted to one of his own sisters. Gaemon acted quickly and spoke with the Targaryens and quickly found him a suitable wife. This, however, was too little too late. Ixidor and Aryca had already fallen in love with one another. Almost as soon as Ixidor was married in 398 AC, his wife was pregnant. Rumors flew that it wasn't his, but he came out and affirmed that the child was his saying that he would continue to do his duties to his wife no matter what.

Now with war on the horizon again, Lord Gaemon has chosen to remain neutral as he looked to keep his family together. However, his grandson and heir was being pushed to support Daeron by his wife, whose sister was married to the claimant. Gaemon knew that if he was forced to choose a side, his hasty selection of a bride for his grandson would force them to support Daeron.

Just click on one of the Seasmoke kids

[Jhet]

Might have missed it by why did Sansa have a kid with Baelish? Was that in the previous RP?

[Pivert]

See: Here

[The Valyria Empire]

Might have missed it by why did Sansa have a kid with Baelish? Was that in the previous RP?

I retconned everything that had to do with the Vale in AFFC. Instead the Vale remained neutral during the war with Dany, Stannis and Aegon. The politicking of Littlefinger went on and eventually his plans came through.

Sansa's identity is kept a secret until Cersei's death. (This is a sequel to my feast for crows RP.) Once that is taken care of, Petyr reveals her identity during her wedding to Harold Hardying. Robert Arryn dies from his "illness" and Harold takes his spot as Lord. Eventually Sansa gets pregnant and gives birth about half way into the invasion of the Others.

Then you have the event I call, "The Flight of the Falcon" where the untouched Arryn army, led by Harrold descends from the Vale to help those escaping to the South. They reach Moat Calilin and help defend it, but eventually they fall and Harold dies.

With Harrold's death, Sansa is able for marriage. Littlefinger takes advantage of this immediately and soon enough following the invasion, she is with child once more.

>Reserves Redwyne
>Goes with a “dead” house
I’ll look over some apps later. Also, Warg is my co-op what he says is law unless I say other wise.

[Pivert]

Might have missed it by why did Sansa have a kid with Baelish? Was that in the previous RP?

I retconned everything that had to do with the Vale in AFFC. Instead the Vale remained neutral during the war with Dany, Stannis and Aegon. The politicking of Littlefinger went on and eventually his plans came through.

Sansa's identity is kept a secret until Cersei's death. (This is a sequel to my feast for crows RP.) Once that is taken care of, Petyr reveals her identity during her wedding to Harold Hardying. Robert Arryn dies from his "illness" and Harold takes his spot as Lord. Eventually Sansa gets pregnant and gives birth about half way into the invasion of the Others.

Then you have the event I call, "The Flight of the Falcon" where the untouched Arryn army, led by Harrold descends from the Vale to help those escaping to the South. They reach Moat Calilin and help defend it, but eventually they fall and Harold dies.

With Harrold's death, Sansa is able for marriage. Littlefinger takes advantage of this immediately and soon enough following the invasion, she is with child once more.

>Reserves Redwyne
>Goes with a “dead” house
I’ll look over some apps later. Also, Warg is my co-op what he says is law unless I say other wise.

Yeah, sorry about that. I realised I had literally no ideas for House Redwyne other than 'wouldn't it be cool to have a bunch of ships.'

[Vladivostokava]

House Name: House Blacklocke of Blackreach
House Sigil:

House Words: "Death before dishonor!"
Allegiance Paid to: The Glovers of Deepwood Motte

House Seat: Blackreach (The deepest and darkest area in the Wofeswood.)
Approx Number of military at command: 1,888 (88 Household guards)
History of the House:
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WIP.

[Fahran]

Name: Lord Corwyn "Godsbane" Baelish
House: Baelish
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Titles: Lord Paramount of the Trident, Lord of Harrenhal, Lord of the Fingers, Master of Coin
House Seat: Harrenhal
House Sigil:

Allegiance paid to: The Iron Throne, though Lord Corwyn would prefer to see the more able Prince Jaehaerys ascend the throne.
Appearance:

Personality: Lord Corwyn Baelish is a quiet, graceful man, who weighs his every word with the utmost caution. While he is not swift to speak in the Small Council and his tone is far too soft to carry across a battlefield or even a banquet hall, his words always have the ring of sagacity to them. Corwyn is bookish and worldly, taking greater interest in his libraries and trading fleets than the state of his garrison. In point of fact, he tends to leave such martial matters to his vassals. While his detractors characterize him as frail and womanish, Corwyn has more ambition than most, having capitalized on the recent prosperity in the Riverlands and the Vale to transform his holdings into some of the wealthiest in the Seven Kingdoms. His most impressive project, setting aside the construction of a large trade fleet in the Fingers, has been the restoration of Harrenhal, a feat that took generations of revenue and thirty two years of labor. The citadel has not looked more resplendent since Harren the Black raised it several hundred years ago, though it remains impossible to hold with such meager numbers as Corwyn commands. Aside from all this, Corwyn is known for his melancholic fits, a regular occurrence since his beloved wife Lynette passed away in childbirth fourteen years ago.

Skills: Good with money, eloquent, veteran diplomat, sizable spy network, excellent administrator

Weaponry: Valyrian steel dagger.

Military Strength: 5,000 directly (30,000 with all vassals assembled); 50 war galleys (70 with larger trading vessels be resized)

Biography: Corwyn Baelish was born in the Fingers to Lord Harwin Baelish, son to Petyr Baelish and Sansa Stark, and Lady Elaena Corbray. By the time of his birth, the Seven Kingdoms had known more than a generation of peace and, despite the barrenness of the soil in some places and the chill that lingered throughout the realm, people were beginning to recover from the traumas of the past. Corwyn's childhood was seemingly unremarkable, marked by frequent visits to the docks where he watched ships drifting in from the Narrow Sea. He once confided in his tutor, Maester Rullam, that "he'd build a thousand ships and thereby seize the world." His parents gave him a sister when he was nine years old, a weak, sickly girl that lingered at death's door for a month before falling into life with abandon. Her name was Catelyn Baelish, and he would come to dote on her as only an elder brother could. When Corwyn was twelve, Harwin, seeking to establish strong, amicable ties with his half-siblings in the Vale, sent his son to squire for his half-brother Lord Hardyng. Corwyn proved a hopeless prospect, lacking in ferocity, clumsy with a blade, and timid around the large chargers kept in the stables of Lord Hardyng and Lord Royce. In two areas, however, Corwyn excelled. His singing voice was manfully sweet and clear, and he could compose songs or speeches with ease. Employing these gifts, he pursued and won the affections of several maidens, eventually wedding Lyneria of Volantis, daughter to an influential Triarch, who more than made up for her husband's lack of fire, at sixteen. Their honeymoon period was a blissful one, despite their frequent quarrels, set against the briny climes and stark scenery of the Fingers. One night, Corwyn, drunk on wine and love, promised his new bride that he'd take her "as far as the sun goes, to gardens laden with flowers and ripe peaches, to the moon itself if that'll please you." The depth of their affection was considered uncommon, and was equally terrifying for the both of them. Sadly, their happiness could not last.

When Corwyn was seventeen, a rebellion broke out against the Iron Throne. The deposed High Septon, together with members of the Faith Militant, orchestrated a massacre at the wedding of Prince Rhaegar and Princess Danaerys, butchering dozens of members of the royal family. Corwyn, still just a squire, was confident that his fearsome father could disperse these motley brigands adorned with seven-pointed stars with little difficulty, and thus contented himself with arranging the logistics of the Hardyng campaign against the Faith Militant. His lethargy most probably saved his life, as Lord Harwin's forces were routed following a five hour battle, when Lord Devyn Flammen proved too soft to hold the right flank. Harwin was slain, his head messily severed and thrust through with a stake like a gory standard. Elaena Corbray, incensed by this defiling of her husband's corpse, wrote commanding Corwyn to return to Harrenhal and avenge his father. Reluctantly, the meek teenager complied, leaving his wife alone on the shores of the Fingers with a child in her belly.

Upon arriving at Harrenhal, Corwyn immediately concluded that the old citadel could not withstand either a proper siege or a full storming. He instead resolved to move his father's vast treasury to Maidenpool, a smaller castle with a strong garrison, and fight in a manner not dissimilar to the Sparrows. Leaving behind a retinue of loyal servants, he allowed Harrenhal to fall into the hands of a sizable contingent of Warrior's Sons. His troops then scaled the walls as the soldiers of the Faith Militant prayed in the sept, heeding a signal given by a stable hand. Corwyn ordered his men-at-arms to seal the doors to the sept and set it ablaze. The few who managed to escape the inferno were cut down and beheaded, these grisly remnants were hoisted onto pikes adorning the castle walls. Harrenhal was never again under threat for the duration of the war, and Corwyn employed it as a base of operations to burn treasonous septs and harry the Faith Militant with his small band of light cavalry, known as the Knights of the Stranger. While Corwyn earned the epithet Godsbane his involvement in the war, it was his battlefield commander, Ser Flors Mooton, who conceived and led these blood-curdling sallies. Corwyn merely ensured that Flors's men were well-provisioned and that the ports remained open. Despite their successes in the field, it would take the full might of the royal army to quell the turmoil.

At the close of the conflict, Corwyn, who had been knighted by Ser Flors at the age of twenty, summoned his banner-men to assess the state of his lands in what would become known as the First Council of Harrenhal. With Ser Flors threatening to hang by the neck any vassals who ignored the edict, the event was well attended. Lord Devyn Flammen, who was contemptuously named the Craven by Lady Elaena, was very nearly stripped of his lands and titles, with only Corwyn's intervention quieting the lords who clamored for such punishments and harsher. "Perhaps," Corwyn reasoned, "A lord with no aptitude for war may gain more renown in peace." Nonetheless, Corwyn, either by lack of desire or lack of influence, would not wipe the shame of cowardice from House Flammen. As the next point of business, Corwyn proposed the revitalization of the Riverlands, accounting for sweeping improvements to the Kingsroad, a flurry of ports at Seaguard and the Saltpans with full complements of trading fleets, the digging of canals and ways between rivers, and lastly the construction of hundreds of septs and shrines - principally to the Mother, the Maiden, and the Smith. Despite the success and popularity of these policies, Corwyn would ever after be called Godsbane, even when he spent a million crowns to refurbish the Grand Sept of Baelor.

Having settled affairs at home, Corwyn went at once to visit the wife he had not seen in four years. They spent half a year together in the Vale, a second unbroken honeymoon, and, when the trading fleet based in the Saltpans had been at last set for voyage, they toured the Free Cities. She bore him two children in as many years, Loren and Diana, who possessed the silky black hair and pale blue eyes of House Royce. Corwyn then determined to make his fortune by emulating Corlys Velaryan and arranged a great voyage, encompassing fifty vessels, to sail as far as Yi Ti and the Summer Isles. This would steal away six years of his life, and all but eight ships would be lost to the emerald waters of Essos. During this time, Lady Elaena Corbray, who had taken Lord Flors Mooton as a lover, and Lady Lynette Royce ruled in his name, cowing the river lords into a malleable and loyal group of retainers. When Corwyn returned, his hulls heavy with the treasures of the East, ranging from mouth-watering spices to jewels as large as a dragon's eye, he instantly became one of the wealthiest men in the Seven Kingdoms. Much of this wealth was spent on pet projects or invested in his lands, which he meant to become a second breadbasket for the Seven Kingdoms, a counter-weight to the Reach.

Soon after, Corwyn was appointed Master of Coins, most probably to encourage his investment in the Crownlands. He managed the treasury admirably, though grew weary of being distant from his wife and children. A lifetime of grandiose voyages, sieges, and mind-numbing labor in administrative bureaucracies had left him hungry for simpler settings. Following several threats of resignation, spanning years, Corwyn was permitted to leave Kingslanding and continue his service to the Iron Throne at Harrenhal. In the next three years, Lyneria fell pregnant twice. Kyra was a pretty baby, despite her incessant wailing and strong grip, with soft brown curls and deep green eyes. Arthur was born underweight and had auburn hair, freckles, and the gray-green eyes of a Baelish. This joy was interlaced with sadness, as his beloved Lynette could not endure the exertions of birthing their final child and passed away seven days later. Some septons alleged this was the punishment of the Seven for his sacrileges. Corwyn, grief-stricken, locked himself in his chambers for two months, scarcely eating, until his family and banner-men began to worry that he might shortly follow his lady-wife. Lady Elaena one day set his infant son at the door so that Corwyn was awoken and touched by the child's crying.

Corwyn determined to survive his grief, though he was never again so cheerful nor so warm as before Lynette's passing. As time passed, he arranged sensible marriages for his children and grandchildren: wedding his son Marten to a daughter of House Hardyng, his granddaughter Darla to Ser Robert Lannister, and his daughter Diana to another great lord. Unlike the younger men of the realm, he never participated in jousts or hunts, instead preferring the solitude of his libraries or the mournful song of the sea. He allowed his boisterous, jolly son Marten to supervise more social events, with the advise of his shrewd, sharp-tongued mother Lady Elaena. His most recent achievement has been cultivating a strong working relationship with his protégé, Lord Raemon Flammen, for whom his son serves as squire. Together, they has governed the Riverlands prudently and profitably. At the death of King Gaemon, Lord Corwyn Godsbane, swayed by his son Loren and his own judgement, has concluded that Prince Jaehaerys would be the best choice to succeed his father and that this should occur via a Great Council to avoid another devastating war.

RP Example:

"And what do we have here?" Ser Willem said pointedly, suppressing a laugh. His large, ruddy hand, a hand large enough to wrap around her skull, stretched towards her hiding spot. Kyra panicked. Her teeth sank into his outstretched fingers with a stomach-turning splat, as flesh was torn to pieces and blood spurted from the wound down her chin.

"By the Maiden's cunt!" he cursed, gritting his teeth. His arm flailed back, bowling her over. Before she realized what was happening, Ser Willem was lifting her up by the hem of her color with his good hand. Blood was pulsing rapidly from the other, which hung blithely at his side. It had seeped into his doublet of rich blue wool, staining the costly garment an alarming hue of sickly purple. "We shall see what your lord brother has to say about this, you little brigand," he murmured darkly, sucking air through his teeth.

Kyra bit her lip nervously as Ser Willem hoisted her up the stairs and onto the deck. A couple of the sailors chortled when they saw her. "That hummingbird's got a taste for blood, not flowers," one of the men-at-arms, a man named Tollard, japed, "Looks like she got a good peck off on our valiant Ser Willem."

Her captor glared venomously at the groups of onlookers. "Get back to work, you cunts!" he barked, jostling her from side to side, "Or I'll sick this one on you." After another round of riotous laughter, they obliged. Ser Willem then hauled her towards an above deck cabin, flinging the door open with his blood-soaked hand, and thrusting her into the perfume-room. Her nose had wrinkled often in the briny air of the open ocean, but the cloistering sweetness of her brother's makeshift chambers made her gag violently. "None of that," Ser Willem said sternly, "The chamber pots full enough already." His eyes darted meaningfully towards one corner of the room, where a white container leaned precariously against the wall. The acidic smell burned through the sweet scent of lilac, and Kyra gagged again, choking back bile. "Dammit, girl," Willem snarled, shaking her, "Were you younger, I'd give you a good thrashing. It might learn you a thing or two."

"What's that, ser?" a weak voice asked. Marten was sitting up from the bunk, his eyes leery, his skin pale and clammy from sea sickness. "Just a stowaway, my lord," Willem said, tossing her at Marten's feet, "Your sister. I found her clustered among the provisions. She damn near took my fingers off." He held up his hand so that Marten could survey his wounds. "Just so," Marten rasped, coughing deeply, "Leave her to me. You'd best get those fingers of yours cauterized and bandaged." Willem smiled sardonically. "She's got hydrophobia most like and I'm a goner," he japed, "But, all the same, I'll see to it." When Willem had left, Marten glowered at her in sullen silence for a minute. "Fetch that pot for me, sis," he sighed at last, "I'll be needing it shortly."

Kyra obeyed meekly. The stink was so horrendous that her hands were shaking before she set it down. "I should not have supped so heartily, nor drank so deeply," Marten blustered, allowing dark yellow spittle to splash into the pot. "Now," he said, "What am I to do with you?" Kyra bit her lip again, hard enough to draw a trickle of blood. "It's fortunate that I overstocked on rations," he continued in a meandering tone, "Or I'd be hard-pressed to keep the lads from tossing you overboard. And then you all but took Ser Willem's fingers off. He's one of our best men and has served us for twenty years. No doubt, father's worried sick and has Emmon scouring the Seven Kingdoms in search of you. I ought to have you whipped and sent back to Harrenhal. Now, what do you have to say for yourself?" Kyra glanced down at her feet ashamedly. "I was bored sitting all alone at Harrenhal," she mumbled, "I wanted to see some northern horses and the walls of Winterfell." She felt Marten's thick, fleshy hands resting heavily on her shoulders.

"This is not some festive tour," he sighed at last. His voice was stern but not unkind. "I half expect the King in the North to flay me alive, if his knives can slip under as much blubber as I've got," he said with a hearty, tired guffaw, "You can't keep doing this, Kyra. Father sits precariously enough without his youngest daughter putting even more wrinkles in his brow and even more weight on his slouching shoulders. Every time some romantic notion comes into your head you act on it, in complete disregard for how it affects everyone else. That has to stop, sweetling." Kyra looked into his green-gray eyes, the eyes of House Baelish, and nodded sullenly. "Are you going to send me back?" she asked. "It's too late for that," Marten said, "You're will apologize to Ser Willem though, and then you'll spend the remainder of the voyage emptying chamber pots with the ships-boys." A sly smile spread across his thin lips. She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off. "It's that or I'll send you back," he offered.

"Now talk to Hosteen about getting you some furs. It's always winter in the North. I'll buy you a proper dress when we land at White Harbor Whether you will it or no, you will arrive at Winterfell a lady."

Notes: Lord Corwyn's children by Lyneria of Volantis include Ser Marten Baelish (39), Ser Loren Baelish (34), Lady Diana Baelish (33), Lady Kyra Baelish (16), and Arthur Baelish (14).

Ser Marten is a fat, jovial man of thirty nine years, who has made countless friends in his frequent feasts and hunts. He is also something of a spendthrift, cutting a sharp contrast next to his more fiscally responsible father. He is married to a lady of House Flammen and has sired four children: a bastard son Ser Emmon Rivers (22), Lady Lyra Baelish (19), Ser Jasper Baelish (17), Lady Darla Lannister (16). His trueborn son is far more bellicose and gallant than any of his fore-bearers, taking more after their maternal grandfather than any Baelish. Ser Jasper has raven hair and gray-green eyes. Lyra is a consummate lady, good with numbers and wholly expecting to rule her future husband's castle. She has long, raven hair and gray eyes. Darla, married to Ser Robert Lannister, possesses a sweet, graceful demeanor and a quick wit. She has honey blonde hair and gray-green eyes.

Ser Loren serves on the Kingsguard. It is rumored that he has taken every one of his squires as a lover, though nobody is so foolish as to repeat those rumors in his hearing. He is a close companion of Prince Jaehaerys, fond of riding with him through the countryside. Unlike most of his fellow knights, he favors his long-spear over swords and axes of any sort. Half the court fears his frequent black moods and mercurial temper. He is haughty and prideful to a fault. He is handsome with a pale, clear complexion, searing light blue-gray eyes, snowy white hair, a cleft chin, and high cheekbones. He is presently standing vigil for King Gaemon's body, and contemplating his next move.

Lady Diana married Ser Harwin Strong, Castellan of Riverrun, giving him two children: Harren (14) and Cynthea (12). While gracious and elegant in every respect, she is also prideful to a fault, much like her brother Loren, and ambitious, with Corwyn once commenting that she was the most dangerous of his children. She is the only person capable of calming Loren's anger. She closely resembles her elder brother and her mother, and has been called the fairest of the Baelish women. She has soft, indigo eyes, a cascade of silvery tresses that falls to her waist, and lean, modest figure.

Lady Kyra might be called pretty, were it not for her constantly tangled hair, mud-spotted face, and frequent scratches and bruises. Her nose has been broken twice, once by a rearing horse's skull and once in a fight against a stable boy. She has light chestnut hair and deep green eyes that are always bright with laughter or anger. Sis unmarried and notorious for her love of horses and colorful language. She enjoys close relationships with her brothers Marten and Arthur, looking up to the former and doting on the latter.

Arthur is a lanky, freckled boy of fourteen years with bright auburn hair and large gray-green eyes. He's sensitive and kind, but also desires to emulate his namesake Ser Arthur Dayne and his nephews Ser Emmon and Ser Jasper. Arthur is often skeptical of Lord Raemon's training as a result, since his reputation as a warrior, while not in doubt, is still not quite so great as that of others. He enjoys reading poetry, bathing in streams, and jousting, though he has a well known and often mocked dislike of hunting. He struggles with his many pimples and is nervous and awkward around girls. He presently serves as a squire to Lord Raemon Flammen.

All finished with the app.

Eritrea

[Saint Ryvern]

Name: Lord Corwyn "Godsbane" Baelish
House: Baelish
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Titles: Lord Paramount of the Trident, Lord of Harrenhal, Lord of the Fingers, Master of Coin
House Seat: Harrenhal
House Sigil:

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Allegiance paid to: The Iron Throne, though Lord Corwyn would prefer to see the more able Prince Jaehaerys ascend the throne.
Appearance:

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Personality: Lord Corwyn Baelish is a quiet, graceful man, who weighs his every word with the utmost caution. While he is not swift to speak in the Small Council and his tone is far too soft to carry across a battlefield or even a banquet hall, his words always have the ring of sagacity to them. Corwyn is bookish and worldly, taking greater interest in his libraries and trading fleets than the state of his garrison. In point of fact, he tends to leave such martial matters to his vassals. While his detractors characterize him as frail and womanish, Corwyn has more ambition than most, having capitalized on the recent prosperity in the Riverlands and the Vale to transform his holdings into some of the wealthiest in the Seven Kingdoms. His most impressive project, setting aside the construction of a large trade fleet in the Fingers, has been the restoration of Harrenhal, a feat that took generations of revenue and thirty two years of labor. The citadel has not looked more resplendent since Harren the Black raised it several hundred years ago, though it remains impossible to hold with such meager numbers as Corwyn commands. Aside from all this, Corwyn is known for his melancholic fits, a regular occurrence since his beloved wife Lynette passed away in childbirth fourteen years ago.

Skills: Good with money, eloquent, veteran diplomat, sizable spy network, capable administrator

Weaponry: Valyrian steel dagger.

Military Strength: 5,000 directly, 42,000 with all vassals assembled - severely impeding agricultural output and the economy, forces largely inexperienced and ill-equipped; 122 warships

Biography: Corwyn Baelish was born in the Fingers to Lord Harwin Baelish, son to Petyr Baelish and Sansa Stark, and Lady Elaena Corbray. By the time of his birth, the Seven Kingdoms had known more than a generation of peace and, despite the barrenness of the soil in some places and the chill that lingered throughout the realm, people were beginning to recover from the traumas of the past. Corwyn's childhood was seemingly unremarkable, marked by frequent visits to the docks where he watched ships drifting in from the Narrow Sea. He once confided in his tutor, Maester Rullam, that "he'd build a thousand ships and thereby seize the world." His parents gave him a sister when he was nine years old, a weak, sickly girl that lingered at death's door for a month before falling into life with abandon. Her name was Catelyn Baelish, and he would come to dote on her as only an elder brother could. When Corwyn was twelve, Harwin, seeking to establish strong, amicable ties with his half-siblings in the Vale, sent his son to squire for his half-brother Lord Hardyng. Corwyn proved a hopeless prospect, lacking in ferocity, clumsy with a blade, and timid around the large chargers kept in the stables of Lord Hardyng and Lord Royce. In two areas, however, Corwyn excelled. His singing voice was manfully sweet and clear, and he could compose songs or speeches with ease. Employing these gifts, he pursued and won the affections of several maidens, eventually wedding Lady Lynette Royce, who more than made up for her husband's lack of fire, at sixteen. Their honeymoon period was a blissful one, despite their frequent quarrels, set against the briny climes and stark scenery of the Fingers. One night, Corwyn, drunk on wine and love, promised his new bride that he'd take her "as far as the sun goes, to gardens laden with flowers and ripe peaches, to the moon itself if that'll please you." The depth of their affection was considered uncommon, and was equally terrifying for the both of them. Sadly, their happiness could not last.

When Corwyn was seventeen, a rebellion broke out against the Iron Throne. The deposed High Septon, together with members of the Faith Militant, orchestrated a massacre at the wedding of Prince Rhaegar and Princess Danaerys, butchering dozens of members of the royal family. Corwyn, still just a squire, was confident that his fearsome father could disperse these motley brigands adorned with seven-pointed stars with little difficulty, and thus contented himself with arranging the logistics of the Hardyng campaign against the Faith Militant. His lethargy most probably saved his life, as Lord Harwin's forces were routed following a five hour battle, when Lord Devyn Flammen proved too soft to hold the right flank. Harwin was slain, his head messily severed and thrust through with a stake like a gory standard. Elaena Corbray, incensed by this defiling of her husband's corpse, wrote commanding Corwyn to return to Harrenhal and avenge his father. Reluctantly, the meek teenager complied, leaving his wife alone on the shores of the Fingers with a child in her belly.

Upon arriving at Harrenhal, Corwyn immediately concluded that the old citadel could not withstand either a proper siege or a full storming. He instead resolved to move his father's vast treasury to Maidenpool, a smaller castle with a strong garrison, and fight in a manner not dissimilar to the Sparrows. Leaving behind a retinue of loyal servants, he allowed Harrenhal to fall into the hands of a sizable contingent of Warrior's Sons. His troops then scaled the walls as the soldiers of the Faith Militant prayed in the sept, heeding a signal given by a stable hand. Corwyn ordered his men-at-arms to seal the doors to the sept and set it ablaze. The few who managed to escape the inferno were cut down and beheaded, these grisly remnants were hoisted onto pikes adorning the castle walls. Harrenhal was never again under threat for the duration of the war, and Corwyn employed it as a base of operations to burn treasonous septs and harry the Faith Militant with his small band of light cavalry, known as the Knights of the Stranger. While Corwyn earned the epithet Godsbane his involvement in the war, it was his battlefield commander, Ser Flors Mooton, who conceived and led these blood-curdling sallies. Corwyn merely ensured that Flors's men were well-provisioned and that the ports remained open. Despite their successes in the field, it would take the full might of the royal army to quell the turmoil.

At the close of the conflict, Corwyn, who had been knighted by Ser Flors at the age of twenty, summoned his banner-men to assess the state of his lands in what would become known as the First Council of Harrenhal. With Ser Flors threatening to hang by the neck any vassals who ignored the edict, the event was well attended. Lord Devyn Flammen, who was contemptuously named the Craven by Lady Elaena, was very nearly stripped of his lands and titles, with only Corwyn's intervention quieting the lords who clamored for such punishments and harsher. "Perhaps," Corwyn reasoned, "A lord with no aptitude for war may gain more renown in peace." Nonetheless, Corwyn, either by lack of desire or lack of influence, would not wipe the shame of cowardice from House Flammen. As the next point of business, Corwyn proposed the revitalization of the Riverlands, accounting for sweeping improvements to the Kingsroad, a flurry of ports at Seaguard and the Saltpans with full complements of trading fleets, the digging of canals and ways between rivers, and lastly the construction of hundreds of septs and shrines - principally to the Mother, the Maiden, and the Smith. Despite the success and popularity of these policies, Corwyn would ever after be called Godsbane, even when he spent a million crowns to refurbish the Grand Sept of Baelor.

Having settled affairs at home, Corwyn went at once to visit the wife he had not seen in four years. They spent half a year together in the Vale, a second unbroken honeymoon, and, when the trading fleet based in the Saltpans had been at last set for voyage, they toured the Free Cities. She bore him two children in as many years, Loren and Diana, who possessed the silky black hair and pale blue eyes of House Royce. Corwyn then determined to make his fortune by emulating Corlys Velaryan and arranged a great voyage, encompassing fifty vessels, to sail as far as Yi Ti and the Summer Isles. This would steal away six years of his life, and all but eight ships would be lost to the emerald waters of Essos. During this time, Lady Elaena Corbray, who had taken Lord Flors Mooton as a lover, and Lady Lynette Royce ruled in his name, cowing the river lords into a malleable and loyal group of retainers. When Corwyn returned, his hulls heavy with the treasures of the East, ranging from mouth-watering spices to jewels as large as a dragon's eye, he instantly became one of the wealthiest men in the Seven Kingdoms. Much of this wealth was spent on pet projects or invested in his lands, which he meant to become a second breadbasket for the Seven Kingdoms, a counter-weight to the Reach.

Soon after, Corwyn was appointed Master of Coins, most probably to encourage his investment in the Crownlands. He managed the treasury admirably, though grew weary of being distant from his wife and children. A lifetime of grandiose voyages, sieges, and mind-numbing labor in administrative bureaucracies had left him hungry for simpler settings. Following several threats of resignation, spanning years, Corwyn was permitted to leave Kingslanding and continue his service to the Iron Throne at Harrenhal. In the next three years, Lady Lynette fell pregnant twice. Kyra was a pretty baby, despite her incessant wailing and strong grip, with soft brown curls and deep green eyes. Arthur was born underweight and had auburn hair, freckles, and the gray-green eyes of a Baelish. This joy was interlaced with sadness, as his beloved Lynette could not endure the exertions of birthing their final child and passed away seven days later. Some septons alleged this was the punishment of the Seven for his sacrileges. Corwyn, grief-stricken, locked himself in his chambers for two months, scarcely eating, until his family and banner-men began to worry that he might shortly follow his lady-wife. Lady Elaena one day set his infant son at the door so that Corwyn was awoken and touched by the child's crying.

Corwyn determined to survive his grief, though he was never again so cheerful nor so warm as before Lynette's passing. As time passed, he arranged sensible marriages for his children and grandchildren: wedding his son Marten to a daughter of House Hardyng, his granddaughter Darla to Ser Robert Lannister, and his daughter Diana to another great lord. Unlike the younger men of the realm, he never participated in jousts or hunts, instead preferring the solitude of his libraries or the mournful song of the sea. He allowed his boisterous, jolly son Marten to supervise more social events, with the advise of his shrewd, sharp-tongued mother Lady Elaena. His most recent achievement has been cultivating a strong working relationship with his protégé, Lord Raemon Flammen, for whom his son serves as squire. Together, they has governed the Riverlands prudently and profitably. At the death of King Gaemon, Lord Corwyn Godsbane, swayed by his son Loren and his own judgement, has concluded that Prince Jaehaerys would be the best choice to succeed his father and that this should occur via a Great Council to avoid another devastating war.

RP Example:

"And what do we have here?" Ser Willem said pointedly, suppressing a laugh. His large, ruddy hand, a hand large enough to wrap around her skull, stretched towards her hiding spot. Kyra panicked. Her teeth sank into his outstretched fingers with a stomach-turning splat, as flesh was torn to pieces and blood spurted from the wound down her chin.

"By the Maiden's cunt!" he cursed, gritting his teeth. His arm flailed back, bowling her over. Before she realized what was happening, Ser Willem was lifting her up by the hem of her color with his good hand. Blood was pulsing rapidly from the other, which hung blithely at his side. It had seeped into his doublet of rich blue wool, staining the costly garment an alarming hue of sickly purple. "We shall see what your lord brother has to say about this, you little brigand," he murmured darkly, sucking air through his teeth.

Kyra bit her lip nervously as Ser Willem hoisted her up the stairs and onto the deck. A couple of the sailors chortled when they saw her. "That hummingbird's got a taste for blood, not flowers," one of the men-at-arms, a man named Tollard, japed, "Looks like she got a good peck off on our valiant Ser Willem."

Her captor glared venomously at the groups of onlookers. "Get back to work, you cunts!" he barked, jostling her from side to side, "Or I'll sick this one on you." After another round of riotous laughter, they obliged. Ser Willem then hauled her towards an above deck cabin, flinging the door open with his blood-soaked hand, and thrusting her into the perfume-room. Her nose had wrinkled often in the briny air of the open ocean, but the cloistering sweetness of her brother's makeshift chambers made her gag violently. "None of that," Ser Willem said sternly, "The chamber pots full enough already." His eyes darted meaningfully towards one corner of the room, where a white container leaned precariously against the wall. The acidic smell burned through the sweet scent of lilac, and Kyra gagged again, choking back bile. "Dammit, girl," Willem snarled, shaking her, "Were you younger, I'd give you a good thrashing. It might learn you a thing or two."

"What's that, ser?" a weak voice asked. Marten was sitting up from the bunk, his eyes leery, his skin pale and clammy from sea sickness. "Just a stowaway, my lord," Willem said, tossing her at Marten's feet, "Your sister. I found her clustered among the provisions. She damn near took my fingers off." He held up his hand so that Marten could survey his wounds. "Just so," Marten rasped, coughing deeply, "Leave her to me. You'd best get those fingers of yours cauterized and bandaged." Willem smiled sardonically. "She's got hydrophobia most like and I'm a goner," he japed, "But, all the same, I'll see to it." When Willem had left, Marten glowered at her in sullen silence for a minute. "Fetch that pot for me, sis," he sighed at last, "I'll be needing it shortly."

Kyra obeyed meekly. The stink was so horrendous that her hands were shaking before she set it down. "I should not have supped so heartily, nor drank so deeply," Marten blustered, allowing dark yellow spittle to splash into the pot. "Now," he said, "What am I to do with you?" Kyra bit her lip again, hard enough to draw a trickle of blood. "It's fortunate that I overstocked on rations," he continued in a meandering tone, "Or I'd be hard-pressed to keep the lads from tossing you overboard. And then you all but took Ser Willem's fingers off. He's one of our best men and has served us for twenty years. No doubt, father's worried sick and has Emmon scouring the Seven Kingdoms in search of you. I ought to have you whipped and sent back to Harrenhal. Now, what do you have to say for yourself?" Kyra glanced down at her feet ashamedly. "I was bored sitting all alone at Harrenhal," she mumbled, "I wanted to see some northern horses and the walls of Winterfell." She felt Marten's thick, fleshy hands resting heavily on her shoulders.

"This is not some festive tour," he sighed at last. His voice was stern but not unkind. "I half expect the King in the North to flay me alive, if his knives can slip under as much blubber as I've got," he said with a hearty, tired guffaw, "You can't keep doing this, Kyra. Father sits precariously enough without his youngest daughter putting even more wrinkles in his brow and even more weight on his slouching shoulders. Every time some romantic notion comes into your head you act on it, in complete disregard for how it affects everyone else. That has to stop, sweetling." Kyra looked into his green-gray eyes, the eyes of House Baelish, and nodded sullenly. "Are you going to send me back?" she asked. "It's too late for that," Marten said, "You're will apologize to Ser Willem though, and then you'll spend the remainder of the voyage emptying chamber pots with the ships-boys." A sly smile spread across his thin lips. She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off. "It's that or I'll send you back," he offered.

"Now talk to Hosteen about getting you some furs. It's always winter in the North. I'll buy you a proper dress when we land at White Harbor Whether you will it or no, you will arrive at Winterfell a lady."

Notes: Lord Corwyn's children include Ser Marten Baelish (39), Ser Loren Baelish (34), Lady Diana Baelish (33), Lady Kyra Baelish (16), and Arthur Baelish (14).

Ser Marten is a fat, jovial man of thirty nine years, who has made countless friends in his frequent feasts and hunts. He is also something of a spendthrift, cutting a sharp contrast next to his more fiscally responsible father. He is married to an important noblewoman (I plan to discuss this with someone who chooses one of the Lords Paramount, though an Hardyng is preferred at the moment.) and has sired four children: Ser Emmon Rivers (22), Lady Lyra Baelish (19), Ser Jasper Baelish (17), Lady Darla Lannister (16). His trueborn son is far more bellicose and gallant than any of his fore-bearers, taking more after their maternal grandfather than any Baelish. Ser Jasper has sandy brown hair and gray-green eyes. Lyra is a consummate lady, good with numbers and wholly expecting to rule her future husband's castle. She has snowy blonde hair and gray eyes. Darla, married to Ser Robert Lannister, possesses a sweet, graceful demeanor and a quick wit. She has honey blonde hair and gray-green eyes.

Ser Loren serves on the Kingsguard. It is rumored that he has taken every one of his squires as a lover, though nobody is so foolish as to repeat those rumors in his hearing. He is a close companion of Prince Jaehaerys, fond of riding with him through the countryside. Unlike most of his fellow knights, he favors his long-spear over swords and axes of any sort. Half the court fears his frequent black moods and mercurial temper. He is haughty and prideful to a fault. He is handsome with a pale, clear complexion, searing light blue eyes, jet black hair, a cleft chin, and high cheekbones. He is presently standing vigil for King Gaemon's body, and contemplating his next move.

Lady Diana married an important nobleman (I plan to discuss this with someone who chooses one of the Lords Paramount.). She is the only person capable of calming Loren's anger. She closely resembles her elder brother and her mother, and has been called the fairest of the Baelish women. She has soft, blue eyes, a cascade of raven tresses that falls to her waist, and lean, modest figure. More details pending.

Lady Kyra might be called pretty, were it not for her constantly tangled hair, mud-spotted face, and frequent scratches and bruises. Her nose has been broken twice, once by a rearing horse's skull and once in a fight against a stable boy. She has light chestnut hair and deep green eyes that are always bright with laughter or anger. Sis unmarried and notorious for her love of horses and colorful language. She enjoys close relationships with her brothers Marten and Arthur, looking up to the former and doting on the latter.

Arthur is a lanky, freckled boy of fourteen years with bright auburn hair and large gray-green eyes. He's sensitive and kind, but also desires to emulate his namesake Ser Arthur Dayne and his nephews Ser Emmon and Ser Jasper. Arthur is often skeptical of Lord Raemon's training as a result, since his reputation as a warrior, while not in doubt, is still not quite so great as that of others. He enjoys reading poetry, bathing in streams, and jousting, though he has a well known and often mocked dislike of hunting. He struggles with his many pimples and is nervous and awkward around girls. He presently serves as a squire to Lord Raemon Flammen.

All finished with the app.

Ser Loren and my character, Ser Enton, would know each other. I had in my application that Enton moved to King's Landing and trained with the Kingsguard, and since Loren fights with a spear, which is rather Dornish, the two would likely have talked a bit more than average.

[Fahran]

Name: Lord Corwyn "Godsbane" Baelish
House: Baelish
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Titles: Lord Paramount of the Trident, Lord of Harrenhal, Lord of the Fingers, Master of Coin
House Seat: Harrenhal
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Allegiance paid to: The Iron Throne, though Lord Corwyn would prefer to see the more able Prince Jaehaerys ascend the throne.
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Personality: Lord Corwyn Baelish is a quiet, graceful man, who weighs his every word with the utmost caution. While he is not swift to speak in the Small Council and his tone is far too soft to carry across a battlefield or even a banquet hall, his words always have the ring of sagacity to them. Corwyn is bookish and worldly, taking greater interest in his libraries and trading fleets than the state of his garrison. In point of fact, he tends to leave such martial matters to his vassals. While his detractors characterize him as frail and womanish, Corwyn has more ambition than most, having capitalized on the recent prosperity in the Riverlands and the Vale to transform his holdings into some of the wealthiest in the Seven Kingdoms. His most impressive project, setting aside the construction of a large trade fleet in the Fingers, has been the restoration of Harrenhal, a feat that took generations of revenue and thirty two years of labor. The citadel has not looked more resplendent since Harren the Black raised it several hundred years ago, though it remains impossible to hold with such meager numbers as Corwyn commands. Aside from all this, Corwyn is known for his melancholic fits, a regular occurrence since his beloved wife Lynette passed away in childbirth fourteen years ago.

Skills: Good with money, eloquent, veteran diplomat, sizable spy network, capable administrator

Weaponry: Valyrian steel dagger.

Military Strength: 5,000 directly, 42,000 with all vassals assembled - severely impeding agricultural output and the economy, forces largely inexperienced and ill-equipped; 122 warships

Biography: Corwyn Baelish was born in the Fingers to Lord Harwin Baelish, son to Petyr Baelish and Sansa Stark, and Lady Elaena Corbray. By the time of his birth, the Seven Kingdoms had known more than a generation of peace and, despite the barrenness of the soil in some places and the chill that lingered throughout the realm, people were beginning to recover from the traumas of the past. Corwyn's childhood was seemingly unremarkable, marked by frequent visits to the docks where he watched ships drifting in from the Narrow Sea. He once confided in his tutor, Maester Rullam, that "he'd build a thousand ships and thereby seize the world." His parents gave him a sister when he was nine years old, a weak, sickly girl that lingered at death's door for a month before falling into life with abandon. Her name was Catelyn Baelish, and he would come to dote on her as only an elder brother could. When Corwyn was twelve, Harwin, seeking to establish strong, amicable ties with his half-siblings in the Vale, sent his son to squire for his half-brother Lord Hardyng. Corwyn proved a hopeless prospect, lacking in ferocity, clumsy with a blade, and timid around the large chargers kept in the stables of Lord Hardyng and Lord Royce. In two areas, however, Corwyn excelled. His singing voice was manfully sweet and clear, and he could compose songs or speeches with ease. Employing these gifts, he pursued and won the affections of several maidens, eventually wedding Lady Lynette Royce, who more than made up for her husband's lack of fire, at sixteen. Their honeymoon period was a blissful one, despite their frequent quarrels, set against the briny climes and stark scenery of the Fingers. One night, Corwyn, drunk on wine and love, promised his new bride that he'd take her "as far as the sun goes, to gardens laden with flowers and ripe peaches, to the moon itself if that'll please you." The depth of their affection was considered uncommon, and was equally terrifying for the both of them. Sadly, their happiness could not last.

When Corwyn was seventeen, a rebellion broke out against the Iron Throne. The deposed High Septon, together with members of the Faith Militant, orchestrated a massacre at the wedding of Prince Rhaegar and Princess Danaerys, butchering dozens of members of the royal family. Corwyn, still just a squire, was confident that his fearsome father could disperse these motley brigands adorned with seven-pointed stars with little difficulty, and thus contented himself with arranging the logistics of the Hardyng campaign against the Faith Militant. His lethargy most probably saved his life, as Lord Harwin's forces were routed following a five hour battle, when Lord Devyn Flammen proved too soft to hold the right flank. Harwin was slain, his head messily severed and thrust through with a stake like a gory standard. Elaena Corbray, incensed by this defiling of her husband's corpse, wrote commanding Corwyn to return to Harrenhal and avenge his father. Reluctantly, the meek teenager complied, leaving his wife alone on the shores of the Fingers with a child in her belly.

Upon arriving at Harrenhal, Corwyn immediately concluded that the old citadel could not withstand either a proper siege or a full storming. He instead resolved to move his father's vast treasury to Maidenpool, a smaller castle with a strong garrison, and fight in a manner not dissimilar to the Sparrows. Leaving behind a retinue of loyal servants, he allowed Harrenhal to fall into the hands of a sizable contingent of Warrior's Sons. His troops then scaled the walls as the soldiers of the Faith Militant prayed in the sept, heeding a signal given by a stable hand. Corwyn ordered his men-at-arms to seal the doors to the sept and set it ablaze. The few who managed to escape the inferno were cut down and beheaded, these grisly remnants were hoisted onto pikes adorning the castle walls. Harrenhal was never again under threat for the duration of the war, and Corwyn employed it as a base of operations to burn treasonous septs and harry the Faith Militant with his small band of light cavalry, known as the Knights of the Stranger. While Corwyn earned the epithet Godsbane his involvement in the war, it was his battlefield commander, Ser Flors Mooton, who conceived and led these blood-curdling sallies. Corwyn merely ensured that Flors's men were well-provisioned and that the ports remained open. Despite their successes in the field, it would take the full might of the royal army to quell the turmoil.

At the close of the conflict, Corwyn, who had been knighted by Ser Flors at the age of twenty, summoned his banner-men to assess the state of his lands in what would become known as the First Council of Harrenhal. With Ser Flors threatening to hang by the neck any vassals who ignored the edict, the event was well attended. Lord Devyn Flammen, who was contemptuously named the Craven by Lady Elaena, was very nearly stripped of his lands and titles, with only Corwyn's intervention quieting the lords who clamored for such punishments and harsher. "Perhaps," Corwyn reasoned, "A lord with no aptitude for war may gain more renown in peace." Nonetheless, Corwyn, either by lack of desire or lack of influence, would not wipe the shame of cowardice from House Flammen. As the next point of business, Corwyn proposed the revitalization of the Riverlands, accounting for sweeping improvements to the Kingsroad, a flurry of ports at Seaguard and the Saltpans with full complements of trading fleets, the digging of canals and ways between rivers, and lastly the construction of hundreds of septs and shrines - principally to the Mother, the Maiden, and the Smith. Despite the success and popularity of these policies, Corwyn would ever after be called Godsbane, even when he spent a million crowns to refurbish the Grand Sept of Baelor.

Having settled affairs at home, Corwyn went at once to visit the wife he had not seen in four years. They spent half a year together in the Vale, a second unbroken honeymoon, and, when the trading fleet based in the Saltpans had been at last set for voyage, they toured the Free Cities. She bore him two children in as many years, Loren and Diana, who possessed the silky black hair and pale blue eyes of House Royce. Corwyn then determined to make his fortune by emulating Corlys Velaryan and arranged a great voyage, encompassing fifty vessels, to sail as far as Yi Ti and the Summer Isles. This would steal away six years of his life, and all but eight ships would be lost to the emerald waters of Essos. During this time, Lady Elaena Corbray, who had taken Lord Flors Mooton as a lover, and Lady Lynette Royce ruled in his name, cowing the river lords into a malleable and loyal group of retainers. When Corwyn returned, his hulls heavy with the treasures of the East, ranging from mouth-watering spices to jewels as large as a dragon's eye, he instantly became one of the wealthiest men in the Seven Kingdoms. Much of this wealth was spent on pet projects or invested in his lands, which he meant to become a second breadbasket for the Seven Kingdoms, a counter-weight to the Reach.

Soon after, Corwyn was appointed Master of Coins, most probably to encourage his investment in the Crownlands. He managed the treasury admirably, though grew weary of being distant from his wife and children. A lifetime of grandiose voyages, sieges, and mind-numbing labor in administrative bureaucracies had left him hungry for simpler settings. Following several threats of resignation, spanning years, Corwyn was permitted to leave Kingslanding and continue his service to the Iron Throne at Harrenhal. In the next three years, Lady Lynette fell pregnant twice. Kyra was a pretty baby, despite her incessant wailing and strong grip, with soft brown curls and deep green eyes. Arthur was born underweight and had auburn hair, freckles, and the gray-green eyes of a Baelish. This joy was interlaced with sadness, as his beloved Lynette could not endure the exertions of birthing their final child and passed away seven days later. Some septons alleged this was the punishment of the Seven for his sacrileges. Corwyn, grief-stricken, locked himself in his chambers for two months, scarcely eating, until his family and banner-men began to worry that he might shortly follow his lady-wife. Lady Elaena one day set his infant son at the door so that Corwyn was awoken and touched by the child's crying.

Corwyn determined to survive his grief, though he was never again so cheerful nor so warm as before Lynette's passing. As time passed, he arranged sensible marriages for his children and grandchildren: wedding his son Marten to a daughter of House Hardyng, his granddaughter Darla to Ser Robert Lannister, and his daughter Diana to another great lord. Unlike the younger men of the realm, he never participated in jousts or hunts, instead preferring the solitude of his libraries or the mournful song of the sea. He allowed his boisterous, jolly son Marten to supervise more social events, with the advise of his shrewd, sharp-tongued mother Lady Elaena. His most recent achievement has been cultivating a strong working relationship with his protégé, Lord Raemon Flammen, for whom his son serves as squire. Together, they has governed the Riverlands prudently and profitably. At the death of King Gaemon, Lord Corwyn Godsbane, swayed by his son Loren and his own judgement, has concluded that Prince Jaehaerys would be the best choice to succeed his father and that this should occur via a Great Council to avoid another devastating war.

RP Example:

"And what do we have here?" Ser Willem said pointedly, suppressing a laugh. His large, ruddy hand, a hand large enough to wrap around her skull, stretched towards her hiding spot. Kyra panicked. Her teeth sank into his outstretched fingers with a stomach-turning splat, as flesh was torn to pieces and blood spurted from the wound down her chin.

"By the Maiden's cunt!" he cursed, gritting his teeth. His arm flailed back, bowling her over. Before she realized what was happening, Ser Willem was lifting her up by the hem of her color with his good hand. Blood was pulsing rapidly from the other, which hung blithely at his side. It had seeped into his doublet of rich blue wool, staining the costly garment an alarming hue of sickly purple. "We shall see what your lord brother has to say about this, you little brigand," he murmured darkly, sucking air through his teeth.

Kyra bit her lip nervously as Ser Willem hoisted her up the stairs and onto the deck. A couple of the sailors chortled when they saw her. "That hummingbird's got a taste for blood, not flowers," one of the men-at-arms, a man named Tollard, japed, "Looks like she got a good peck off on our valiant Ser Willem."

Her captor glared venomously at the groups of onlookers. "Get back to work, you cunts!" he barked, jostling her from side to side, "Or I'll sick this one on you." After another round of riotous laughter, they obliged. Ser Willem then hauled her towards an above deck cabin, flinging the door open with his blood-soaked hand, and thrusting her into the perfume-room. Her nose had wrinkled often in the briny air of the open ocean, but the cloistering sweetness of her brother's makeshift chambers made her gag violently. "None of that," Ser Willem said sternly, "The chamber pots full enough already." His eyes darted meaningfully towards one corner of the room, where a white container leaned precariously against the wall. The acidic smell burned through the sweet scent of lilac, and Kyra gagged again, choking back bile. "Dammit, girl," Willem snarled, shaking her, "Were you younger, I'd give you a good thrashing. It might learn you a thing or two."

"What's that, ser?" a weak voice asked. Marten was sitting up from the bunk, his eyes leery, his skin pale and clammy from sea sickness. "Just a stowaway, my lord," Willem said, tossing her at Marten's feet, "Your sister. I found her clustered among the provisions. She damn near took my fingers off." He held up his hand so that Marten could survey his wounds. "Just so," Marten rasped, coughing deeply, "Leave her to me. You'd best get those fingers of yours cauterized and bandaged." Willem smiled sardonically. "She's got hydrophobia most like and I'm a goner," he japed, "But, all the same, I'll see to it." When Willem had left, Marten glowered at her in sullen silence for a minute. "Fetch that pot for me, sis," he sighed at last, "I'll be needing it shortly."

Kyra obeyed meekly. The stink was so horrendous that her hands were shaking before she set it down. "I should not have supped so heartily, nor drank so deeply," Marten blustered, allowing dark yellow spittle to splash into the pot. "Now," he said, "What am I to do with you?" Kyra bit her lip again, hard enough to draw a trickle of blood. "It's fortunate that I overstocked on rations," he continued in a meandering tone, "Or I'd be hard-pressed to keep the lads from tossing you overboard. And then you all but took Ser Willem's fingers off. He's one of our best men and has served us for twenty years. No doubt, father's worried sick and has Emmon scouring the Seven Kingdoms in search of you. I ought to have you whipped and sent back to Harrenhal. Now, what do you have to say for yourself?" Kyra glanced down at her feet ashamedly. "I was bored sitting all alone at Harrenhal," she mumbled, "I wanted to see some northern horses and the walls of Winterfell." She felt Marten's thick, fleshy hands resting heavily on her shoulders.

"This is not some festive tour," he sighed at last. His voice was stern but not unkind. "I half expect the King in the North to flay me alive, if his knives can slip under as much blubber as I've got," he said with a hearty, tired guffaw, "You can't keep doing this, Kyra. Father sits precariously enough without his youngest daughter putting even more wrinkles in his brow and even more weight on his slouching shoulders. Every time some romantic notion comes into your head you act on it, in complete disregard for how it affects everyone else. That has to stop, sweetling." Kyra looked into his green-gray eyes, the eyes of House Baelish, and nodded sullenly. "Are you going to send me back?" she asked. "It's too late for that," Marten said, "You're will apologize to Ser Willem though, and then you'll spend the remainder of the voyage emptying chamber pots with the ships-boys." A sly smile spread across his thin lips. She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off. "It's that or I'll send you back," he offered.

"Now talk to Hosteen about getting you some furs. It's always winter in the North. I'll buy you a proper dress when we land at White Harbor Whether you will it or no, you will arrive at Winterfell a lady."

Notes: Lord Corwyn's children include Ser Marten Baelish (39), Ser Loren Baelish (34), Lady Diana Baelish (33), Lady Kyra Baelish (16), and Arthur Baelish (14).

Ser Marten is a fat, jovial man of thirty nine years, who has made countless friends in his frequent feasts and hunts. He is also something of a spendthrift, cutting a sharp contrast next to his more fiscally responsible father. He is married to an important noblewoman (I plan to discuss this with someone who chooses one of the Lords Paramount, though an Hardyng is preferred at the moment.) and has sired four children: Ser Emmon Rivers (22), Lady Lyra Baelish (19), Ser Jasper Baelish (17), Lady Darla Lannister (16). His trueborn son is far more bellicose and gallant than any of his fore-bearers, taking more after their maternal grandfather than any Baelish. Ser Jasper has sandy brown hair and gray-green eyes. Lyra is a consummate lady, good with numbers and wholly expecting to rule her future husband's castle. She has snowy blonde hair and gray eyes. Darla, married to Ser Robert Lannister, possesses a sweet, graceful demeanor and a quick wit. She has honey blonde hair and gray-green eyes.

Ser Loren serves on the Kingsguard. It is rumored that he has taken every one of his squires as a lover, though nobody is so foolish as to repeat those rumors in his hearing. He is a close companion of Prince Jaehaerys, fond of riding with him through the countryside. Unlike most of his fellow knights, he favors his long-spear over swords and axes of any sort. Half the court fears his frequent black moods and mercurial temper. He is haughty and prideful to a fault. He is handsome with a pale, clear complexion, searing light blue eyes, jet black hair, a cleft chin, and high cheekbones. He is presently standing vigil for King Gaemon's body, and contemplating his next move.

Lady Diana married an important nobleman (I plan to discuss this with someone who chooses one of the Lords Paramount.). She is the only person capable of calming Loren's anger. She closely resembles her elder brother and her mother, and has been called the fairest of the Baelish women. She has soft, blue eyes, a cascade of raven tresses that falls to her waist, and lean, modest figure. More details pending.

Lady Kyra might be called pretty, were it not for her constantly tangled hair, mud-spotted face, and frequent scratches and bruises. Her nose has been broken twice, once by a rearing horse's skull and once in a fight against a stable boy. She has light chestnut hair and deep green eyes that are always bright with laughter or anger. Sis unmarried and notorious for her love of horses and colorful language. She enjoys close relationships with her brothers Marten and Arthur, looking up to the former and doting on the latter.

Arthur is a lanky, freckled boy of fourteen years with bright auburn hair and large gray-green eyes. He's sensitive and kind, but also desires to emulate his namesake Ser Arthur Dayne and his nephews Ser Emmon and Ser Jasper. Arthur is often skeptical of Lord Raemon's training as a result, since his reputation as a warrior, while not in doubt, is still not quite so great as that of others. He enjoys reading poetry, bathing in streams, and jousting, though he has a well known and often mocked dislike of hunting. He struggles with his many pimples and is nervous and awkward around girls. He presently serves as a squire to Lord Raemon Flammen.

All finished with the app.

Ser Loren and my character, Ser Enton, would know each other. I had in my application that Enton moved to King's Landing and trained with the Kingsguard, and since Loren fights with a spear, which is rather Dornish, the two would likely have talked a bit more than average.

That works well enough. Loren has a prickly personality and, while handsome and a skillful warrior, isn’t as admired as most of his sworn brothers, in part because he’s not seen as a prodigy and in part because his manners are stiff. He actually acquired much of skill with the spear from Dornish veterans and has an appreciation for both Dornish wine and, more discreetly, Dornish paramours. He’d probably enjoy conversing with Ser Enton as a result, and, of course, they’re both companions of Prince Jaehaerys.

[Revlona]

I love how I've made it near impossible for me to choose a side in this, with all the marriages and friednships

[Pivert]

I love how I've made it near impossible for me to choose a side in this, with all the marriages and friednships

It's not Westeros if you don't betray everyone you know and love.

[Revlona]

I love how I've made it near impossible for me to choose a side in this, with all the marriages and friednships

It's not Westeros if you don't betray everyone you know and love.

Aye, that is true, though that really isn't in Cyrus's character

[Saint Ryvern]

That works well enough. Loren has a prickly personality and, while handsome and a skillful warrior, isn’t as admired as most of his sworn brothers, in part because he’s not seen as a prodigy and in part because his manners are stiff. He actually acquired much of skill with the spear from Dornish veterans and has an appreciation for both Dornish wine and, more discreetly, Dornish paramours. He’d probably enjoy conversing with Ser Enton as a result, and, of course, they’re both companions of Prince Jaehaerys.

I'm sure my character appreciates Loren's familiarity with Dorne. It would be a little slice of home, or at least a reason to talk about it. Enton would admire Loren no matter what though, and it seems as if Loren may join Jaehaerys' Kingsguard (that's the feeling I get) meaning he may be Enton's colleague soon enough.

I love how I've made it near impossible for me to choose a side in this, with all the marriages and friednships

I can't wait to see what you do. Someone is going to end up beheaded, is what I'm feeling.

[Fahran]

I love how I've made it near impossible for me to choose a side in this, with all the marriages and friednships

That’s actually extremely useful if you want to depict internal struggles for a character. And no matter what someone’ll call you a “bloody turncloak.” Corwyn might have a couple issues as well depending on how Lord Arryn behaves.

I'm sure my character appreciates Loren's familiarity with Dorne. It would be a little slice of home, or at least a reason to talk about it. Enton would admire Loren no matter what though, and it seems as if Loren may join Jaehaerys' Kingsguard (that's the feeling I get) meaning he may be Enton's colleague soon enough.

At the moment, Loren is the only character of mine that I’m certain will be in King’s Landing. While he takes his vows seriously and dislikes his house’s reputation for scheming and treachery, he’ll be sorely tempted to board a ship to Dragonstone and lay his spear at Jaehaerys’s feet. I need to glance at the characterizations of Jaehaerys and Enton more to decide how’d they’d interact.

[Revlona]

That works well enough. Loren has a prickly personality and, while handsome and a skillful warrior, isn’t as admired as most of his sworn brothers, in part because he’s not seen as a prodigy and in part because his manners are stiff. He actually acquired much of skill with the spear from Dornish veterans and has an appreciation for both Dornish wine and, more discreetly, Dornish paramours. He’d probably enjoy conversing with Ser Enton as a result, and, of course, they’re both companions of Prince Jaehaerys.

I'm sure my character appreciates Loren's familiarity with Dorne. It would be a little slice of home, or at least a reason to talk about it. Enton would admire Loren no matter what though, and it seems as if Loren may join Jaehaerys' Kingsguard (that's the feeling I get) meaning he may be Enton's colleague soon enough.

I love how I've made it near impossible for me to choose a side in this, with all the marriages and friednships

I can't wait to see what you do. Someone is going to end up beheaded, is what I'm feeling.

What do you mean?

I love how I've made it near impossible for me to choose a side in this, with all the marriages and friednships

That’s actually extremely useful if you want to depict internal struggles for a character. And no matter what someone’ll call you a “bloody turncloak.” Corwyn might have a couple issues as well depending on how Lord Arryn behaves.

Kinda what I was going for in a way, forging a friendship with both Taregeryn kings and choosing one over the other will be a doosey

[Pivert]

It's not Westeros if you don't betray everyone you know and love.

Aye, that is true, though that really isn't in Cyrus's character

Neutrality is always an option.

[Saint Ryvern]

What do you mean?

I just meant I can see someone dying because of whatever side you end up choosing. Not your character, just someone.

[Revlona]

Aye, that is true, though that really isn't in Cyrus's character

Neutrality is always an option.

Aye, but where's the fun in that, plus he may be called a traitor for not supporting whomever wins

What do you mean?

I just meant I can see someone dying because of whatever side you end up choosing. Not your character, just someone.

Yeah, someone will probably loose a head, though I have a couple people that could be useful hostages if the need arises

[Pivert]

Neutrality is always an option.

Aye, but where's the fun in that, plus he may be called a traitor for not supporting whomever wins

I just meant I can see someone dying because of whatever side you end up choosing. Not your character, just someone.

Yeah, someone will probably loose a head, though I have a couple people that could be useful hostages if the need arises

They can't execute you for treason if you hide in the rock.

[Tezukaland]

Hello I am pretty interested in this and was wondering if House Tarly was available?

[Revlona]

Aye, but where's the fun in that, plus he may be called a traitor for not supporting whomever wins



Yeah, someone will probably loose a head, though I have a couple people that could be useful hostages if the need arises

They can't execute you for treason if you hide in the rock.

I guess I'll have to figure out a way to make gold edible, because I'll have more of that than food eventually

[Revlona]

Hello I am pretty interested in this and was wondering if House Tarly was available?

I don't think they died off, so they should be open

[Fahran]

I guess I'll have to figure out a way to make gold edible, because I'll have more of that than food eventually

Why not import grain from the Riverlands? We’ll have to inflate the price substantially due to scarcity and whatnot, but, with the discount we give to kith and kin, a bushel of wheat’ll only cost half its weight in gold. For Lady Darla Lannister!

[Pivert]

They can't execute you for treason if you hide in the rock.

I guess I'll have to figure out a way to make gold edible, because I'll have more of that than food eventually

Remember, gold can't buy you happiness, but I can buy you thing that make you happy: like a shit ton of food.