ASoIaF Blue Roses on the Red Ford [OOC/Open/ASoIaF]

[Revlona]

Val is taking the Targs

Ahh, so we need Lannisters if I’m correct?

Yes

[Nuxipal]

NS Nation: Nuxipal
Character: Baelor Hightower
Titles: Ser, Heir of the Hightower
Sex: Male
Age: 45
Appearance: In all accounts, Baelor is an attractive man.
Immediate Family: Rhonda Rowan, Wife, 38
Alicent Hightower, Daughter, 17
Uthor Hightower, Son, 16
Garth Hightower, Brother, 42
Leyton Hightower, Father, 71
House: House Hightower
House Crest:

Biography: The oldest son of Lord Leyton Hightower, Baelor is the de facto Lord of Oldtown as his father stays in the Hightower, never descending to the ground. Baelor was widely known to be a good and honorable man. He presides over the lands of his family and deals directly with their vassal houses. At one point during his youth, he was seen as a possible suitor to Princess Elia Martell, however, an embarrassing act ended that possibility for him. He instead wed a woman from the Reach. His marriage to Rhonda Rowan was greeted with their two children, shortly before the War of the Usurper Robert's Rebellion. Going off with his liege, Mace Tyrell, to siege Storm's End with a small retinue, Baelor barely took part in the fighting itself as they were unsure as to which side would prevail.

Since then, he has stayed mostly in the city of Oldtown raising his family and looking after the family holding. He found a friend in an exiled Volantene nobleman by the name of Tafari Bloodfyre. It seemed he escaped from some kind of trouble within the Black Walls of Volantis. He brought with him his two children, Ixidor and Aelora. This friendship was solidified and made permanent during the Greyjoy rebellion. Baelor and Tafari went together aboard the ships of Oldtown to aid in the Battle of Fair Isle. The ships of House Hightower faced those of Harlaw during the battle, Baelor and Tafari led the charge onto the Harlaw flagship and as Baelor slew a Volmark, who was wed to Gwynesse Harlaw. The response was a swift and relentless assault by two young and capable warriors. Having been caught off guard, Baelor retreated only to see his friend Tafari step in and in a flurry of blows disarmed and slew both of the young Harlaws. He was slain moments later as Lord Rodrick Harlaw came charging in and slammed his axe through the blue dragon on the man's chest. Baelor attacked and wounded Rodrik Harlaw.

Following the battle and his return to Hightower, Baelor completes the raising of his friend's children as if they were his own. As far as he knew, they were the last of their own noble house and from within the Black Walls at that. He sent several maesters to retrieve their family records with news that Tafari, the offending party within the wall, was dead. The results came back with some surprises. He kept these until they were ready to learn of them. For the next several years Baelor continued in his role as Regent of House Hightower giving his children and now adopted children the best education the citadel can provide them.

Troop Total: 17,000
15 Warships (13 War Galleys, 2 Dromonds), 300 Merchant ships

#BlueFlowersOnTheRedFord

NS Nation:
Character: Ixidor Bloodfyre
Titles: Ser
Sex: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: Ixidor has striking Valyrian Features, as is common within the Black Walls
Immediate Family: Aelora Bloodfyre, Sister, 17
House: Bloodfyre
House Crest:

Biography: In Volantis, the Black Walls house the last vestiges of what was the glory of the Valyrian Freehold. Dozens of families live here and each work to dominate the others to take control over the vast city which now surrounds them. To the outside world, they are but a footnote. Living as if time itself froze with the doom. Centuries of intermarriage has made most of the families very similar to one another. Rarely does new blood find its way into the walls. When it is permitted it is only with definitive proof that they are the blood of old Valyria. It is from one of those newly acquired bloodlines that a family was able to elevate themselves ahead of others many years ago. They then began to slowly lose prestige, and with that, power within the walls.

In our present time, fifteen years ago, the Bloodfyre family found themselves on the accusing end of a scandal. Freeholder Tafari had been accused of bringing non-valyrians into the Black Wall. While it was untrue, the family did not have the prestige enough to hold off the scandals. As the charges moved forward and the end seemed near, Tafari prepared for his family to make their way out of Volantis entirely. During the escape Tafari's own wife was among those breaking down the family estate to capture them. She had set them up to acquire the family's wealth. Within an hour the manor had been overtaken with Tafari and his children hardly making it aboard the boat. They had filled it with as many of the family treasures as they could.

They made several stops on the way west: Lys, Pentos, Tyrosh, and then finally Oldtown. Here the Bloodfyre family came into the employ of the HIghtowers and quickly proved themselves. The family brought with them a large contingent of slave soldiers. By the command of Baelor, Tafari freed his slaves and converted to the Faith of the Seven. His children were inducted into the faith shortly thereafter. Following their freedom, most of the slaves left the employ of the Bloodfyres. Those that remained served as soldiers and servants to the family, which now lived in the Hightower's lower levels.

It was here Ixidor spent most of his life, training with the Hightowers and squiring for Garth Hightower. It was during this training that Ixidor was given the scar he now has on his face. His training came to an end at age 17, when he was knighted and given a ceremony officially making him the head of his noble house. In the five years since, he has served with House Hightower and made a name for himself as a capable warrior and excellent battle commander. He has twice searched for a bride for himself, and twice he has been unsuccessful in the attempt.

On the eve of his twenty first nameday, Baelor came to him following the ceremony and presented him with a scroll and a small package. Ixidor was intrigued, the man had already acted as a father to him since his own father died protecting him. Opening the scroll he was quick to read that it was his family lineage recorded as of his sister's birth. The package held the family crest, a blue shield with a black dragon. The swords which crossed the shield were missing, both were apparently of Valyrian Steel if what Tafari had told Baelor was true.

While reading through the list of names he noticed two things, several generations ago. His family had a habit of adopting exiled valyrians into its ranks. One 'daughter of the Blackfyre' in 200 AC was wed into the family in exchange for several hundred horses and suits of armor. Before that a 'Sarea Targaryen' was wed into the family as well. Knowing how the King felt about Targaryens, he was told by Baelor that this would remain a secret until the time was safe for him to reveal some of his ancestry. Nodding, Ixidor shared this news with his Aelora to choose the fate of their small House on this large continent.

Troop Total: 10 (Former slaves, chose to remain with family)

#BlueFlowersOnTheRedFord

[The Valyria Empire]

NS Nation: The Valyria Empire (Val)
Character: Aegon (Son of Rhaegar)
Titles: Claims; Prince Of Dragonstone, Rightful King of The Andals, The Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm
Sex: Male
Age: 14 (Turns 15 later in the year)
Appearance:

Immediate Family:

• Rhaenys Targaryen (sister)
• Elia Martell (mother, sick)
• Rhaegar Targaryen (father, deceased)
• Viserys Targaryen (uncle)
• Daenerys Targaryen (Aunt)
• Doran Martell (uncle)
• Oberyn Martell (uncle)

House: Targaryen
House Crest:

Biography:

Born in late 281 AC, a comet was seen above King's Landing on the night Aegon was conceived. This led his father, Rhaegar Targaryen to believe that he was the "prince that was promised". The comet was seen as "the bleeding star" of the prophecy.

Aegon was an infant during Robert's Rebellion, having been born a few months before its onset. Prior to the Battle of the Trident, Aegon's great-uncle, Prince Lewyn Martell of the Kingsguard, was reminded gracelessly by King Aerys II that Aegon, and his sister and mother, were in Aerys's hands. Lewyn was ordered to take command of the ten thousand Dornishmen marching up the kingsroad. Lewyn and Aegon's father, Rhaegar, died during the Battle of the Trident, however. Aerys sent his wife, Queen Rhaella Targaryen, and their last remaining son, Prince Viserys, to Dragonstone for safety. The original plan had been for Elia Martell, Rhaegar's widow and Lewyn's niece, to join them, but Aerys came to blame the loss of the battle on Lewyn, accusing him of having betrayed Rhaegar. Thankfully, Varys acted without the King's consent and ferried Elia and her children to Dragonstone as well.

While Jaime killed Aerys II, Gregor Clegane and Amory Lorch scaled Maegor's Holdfast only to find Elia's chambers empty. In 284 AC, nine months after the flight to Dragonstone, Rhaella died giving birth to Princess Daenerys Targaryen during a great storm that destroyed the Targaryen fleet at anchor at the island. With most of the Targaryen fleet destroyed, and with the Baratheon fleet ready to take Dragonstone, the household of the last Targaryen stronghold was willing to sell the children to the new king, Robert I Baratheon. Shortly before Stannis sailed to Dragonstone, however, Willem Darry and four loyal men smuggled Viserys, Rhaenys, Aegon, Elia, Daenerys, and her wet nurse from the nursery and sailed for the Braavosian coast, and the children subsequently lived in exile in the Free Cities.

Willem Darry took care of the Targaryens in Braavos, with Elia trying her best to raise Rhaenys, Aegon and Daenerys. While in Braavos, Willem was visited by Prince Oberyn Martell, and together, with the Sealord of Braavos as witness, they signed a pact promising that Viserys Targaryen would one day wed Princess Arianne Martell in return for the support of Dorne in winning Aegon the Iron Throne. However, Ser Willem became ill from a wasting sickness. He slowly wasted away, dying an unknown amount of time later, after which the servants of the house stole their money, and Viserys, Daenerys, Elia and her children were thrown into the streets to fend for themselves. For years they roamed the Free Cities going from magister to archon and merchant lords they would out wear their welcome and be cast aside everytime. All the while, Elia tried her best to keep her children safe and raise them, along with Daenerys. However, due to her frail state she would become bedridden on many occasions.

Aegon has grown into a proud boy, who wishes to see his family safe. He is willing to do whatever it takes to make sure no harm ever comes to them again. However, he has butted heads with Viserys lately over the succession to the Iron Throne. While a pact was made to crown Aegon as King, Viserys sees this as a Dornish plot to usurp his claim, as his father had made him heir, not Aegon. Now Aegon and his family reside in Illyrio's Palace, a man who has taken pity on them for the time being. However, with letters flying between Dorne and Pentos it is only a matter of time before the Targaryens return to reclaim their throne and bring Fire and Blood to their enemies.

Troop Count: 0

NS Nation: Val
Character: Viserys (Son of Aerys II)
Titles: Claims; Prince Of Dragonstone, Rightful King of The Andals, The Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm
Sex: Male
Age: 22
Appearance:

Immediate Family:

• Daenerys Targaryen (sister)
• Rhaenys Targaryen (nephew)
• Aegon Targaryen, Son of Rhaegar (nephew)
  House: Targaryen
  House Crest:
  
  
  Biography:
  Prince Viserys was born in King's Landing in 276 AC to King Aerys II Targaryen and his sister-wife Queen Rhaella, their first child to survive in the seventeen years since their son Rhaegar's birth, after multiple stillbirths, miscarriages, and infant deaths. The celebrated Viserys was small but robust and beautiful. When his brother Rhaegar was killed at the Battle of the Trident, Viserys was named his father's heir, passing over Rhaegar's infant son Aegon. Viserys was sent with the pregnant Rhaella to the fortified island of Dragonstone. After news of Aerys's death and the deaths of Rhaegar's children in the Sack of King's Landing reached Dragonstone, Viserys was declared king.
  
  While they lived in Braavos, Willem signed a secret marriage pact with Prince Oberyn Martell of Dorne, with the Sealord of Braavos as a witness, agreeing that Viserys would take Princess Arianne Martell, daughter to Doran Martell, the Prince of Dorne, as his bride in exchange for Dorne supporting Aegon's claim for the throne. However, Viserys was never made aware of this pact, as he was an immature child when it was decided, and he was not ready for the information. Upon being kicked out of their home in Braavos the Targaryens began to wander the Free Cities as guests of powerful citizens. From Braavos, they went to Myr, next to Tyrosh, on to Qohor, Volantis, and Lys, never staying long at one location. Viserys was convinced they were being followed by the hired knives of the Usurper, King Robert I Baratheon. While originally they were welcomed into the homes of the powerful citizens of the Free Cities, their welcome eventually faded, and they were forced to sell off their last possessions to survive. Selling Rhaella's crown took the last joy had from Viserys, leaving only rage. Over time, men started calling him the Beggar King.
  
  At first Viserys was kind and warm to his family, he has grown sour and hardened over the years. He has been secretly beating Daenerys when Elia and her children are not around to quell his anger. Viserys has recently gotten into more fights with Aegon over the succession of House Targaryen. Elia believes that as Rhaegar's son, Aegon should come first, however Aerys did proclaim Viserys to be his heir. As Aegon gets older the fights have gotten more frequent, now Rhaenys and Daenerys worry that blood might spill.
  
  
  Troop Total: 0
  
  #BlueFlowersOnTheRedFord

NS Nation: Val
Character: Rhaenys "Rya" Targaryen (Daughter of Rhaegar)
Titles: Claim (Through Aegon, son of Rhaegar): Princess of Dragonstone, third in line to the Iron Throne
Sex: Female
Age: 18
Appearance:

Immediate Family:

• Aegon Targaryen (brother)
• Elia Martell (mother, sick)
• Rhaegar Targaryen (father, deceased)
• Viserys Targaryen (uncle)
• Daenerys Targaryen (Aunt)
• Doran Martell (uncle)
• Oberyn Martell (uncle)

House: Targaryen
House Crest:

Biography: In 280 AC, Rhaenys was born on Dragonstone. After her birth, her mother was bedridden for half a year. She grew up in King's Landing until the War of the Usurper. She would be ferried to Dragonstone for safety, and later to the Free Cities with her family. Rhaenys had to grow up quickly, due to her mother's bad health and Ser Willem Darry growing old. Rhaenys many times would look after her brother Aegon and her nephew Daenerys.

Eventually Rhaenys started to practice with a dagger, to help protect her family. One night, when she was 15 Viserys tried to have his way with her. Obviously intoxicated, she was able to use her skills to protect herself and give Viserys a slash on the hand. Realizing he would not be able to control her Viserys would focus on Daenerys instead. Rhaenys has stuck by her brother as the rightful claim to the Iron Throne over Viserys. She has slowly grown a hatred for her nephew and his anger.

Now, she and her family reside in Illyrio's Palace. Safe, for the time being. Rhaenys hopes that she will one day get to stand in Sunspear, the wonderful home of her mother and bask in the greatness of King's Landing.
Troop Total: 0

#BlueFlowersOnTheRedFord

[Revlona]

NS Nation: The Valyria Empire (Val)
Character: Aegon (Son of Rhaegar)
Titles: Claims; Prince Of Dragonstone, Rightful King of The Andals, The Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm
Sex: Male
Age: 14 (Turns 15 later in the year)
Appearance:

(Image)

Immediate Family:

• Rhaenys Targaryen (sister)
• Elia Martell (mother, sick)
• Rhaegar Targaryen (father, deceased)
• Viserys Targaryen (uncle)
• Daenerys Targaryen (Aunt)
• Doran Martell (uncle)
• Oberyn Martell (uncle)

House: Targaryen
House Crest:

(Image)

Biography:

Born in late 281 AC, a comet was seen above King's Landing on the night Aegon was conceived. This led his father, Rhaegar Targaryen to believe that he was the "prince that was promised". The comet was seen as "the bleeding star" of the prophecy.

Aegon was an infant during Robert's Rebellion, having been born a few months before its onset. Prior to the Battle of the Trident, Aegon's great-uncle, Prince Lewyn Martell of the Kingsguard, was reminded gracelessly by King Aerys II that Aegon, and his sister and mother, were in Aerys's hands. Lewyn was ordered to take command of the ten thousand Dornishmen marching up the kingsroad. Lewyn and Aegon's father, Rhaegar, died during the Battle of the Trident, however. Aerys sent his wife, Queen Rhaella Targaryen, and their last remaining son, Prince Viserys, to Dragonstone for safety. The original plan had been for Elia Martell, Rhaegar's widow and Lewyn's niece, to join them, but Aerys came to blame the loss of the battle on Lewyn, accusing him of having betrayed Rhaegar. Thankfully, Varys acted without the King's consent and ferried Elia and her children to Dragonstone as well.

While Jaime killed Aerys II, Gregor Clegane and Amory Lorch scaled Maegor's Holdfast only to find Elia's chambers empty. In 284 AC, nine months after the flight to Dragonstone, Rhaella died giving birth to Princess Daenerys Targaryen during a great storm that destroyed the Targaryen fleet at anchor at the island. With most of the Targaryen fleet destroyed, and with the Baratheon fleet ready to take Dragonstone, the household of the last Targaryen stronghold was willing to sell the children to the new king, Robert I Baratheon. Shortly before Stannis sailed to Dragonstone, however, Willem Darry and four loyal men smuggled Viserys, Rhaenys, Aegon, Elia, Daenerys, and her wet nurse from the nursery and sailed for the Braavosian coast, and the children subsequently lived in exile in the Free Cities.

Willem Darry took care of the Targaryens in Braavos, with Elia trying her best to raise Rhaenys, Aegon and Daenerys. While in Braavos, Willem was visited by Prince Oberyn Martell, and together, with the Sealord of Braavos as witness, they signed a pact promising that Viserys Targaryen would one day wed Princess Arianne Martell in return for the support of Dorne in winning Aegon the Iron Throne. However, Ser Willem became ill from a wasting sickness. He slowly wasted away, dying an unknown amount of time later, after which the servants of the house stole their money, and Viserys, Daenerys, Elia and her children were thrown into the streets to fend for themselves. For years they roamed the Free Cities going from magister to archon and merchant lords they would out wear their welcome and be cast aside everytime. All the while, Elia tried her best to keep her children safe and raise them, along with Daenerys. However, due to her frail state she would become bedridden on many occasions.

Aegon has grown into a proud boy, who wishes to see his family safe. He is willing to do whatever it takes to make sure no harm ever comes to them again. However, he has butted heads with Viserys lately over the succession to the Iron Throne. While a pact was made to crown Aegon as King, Viserys sees this as a Dornish plot to usurp his claim, as his father had made him heir, not Aegon. Now Aegon and his family reside in Illyrio's Palace, a man who has taken pity on them for the time being. However, with letters flying between Dorne and Pentos it is only a matter of time before the Targaryens return to reclaim their throne and bring Fire and Blood to their enemies.

Troop Count: 0

NS Nation: Val
Character: Viserys (Son of Aerys II)
Titles: Claims; Prince Of Dragonstone, Rightful King of The Andals, The Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm
Sex: Male
Age: 22
Appearance:

(Image)

Immediate Family:

• Daenerys Targaryen (sister)
• Rhaenys Targaryen (nephew)
• Aegon Targaryen, Son of Rhaegar (nephew)
  House: Targaryen
  House Crest:
  (Image)
  
  Biography:
  Prince Viserys was born in King's Landing in 276 AC to King Aerys II Targaryen and his sister-wife Queen Rhaella, their first child to survive in the seventeen years since their son Rhaegar's birth, after multiple stillbirths, miscarriages, and infant deaths. The celebrated Viserys was small but robust and beautiful. When his brother Rhaegar was killed at the Battle of the Trident, Viserys was named his father's heir, passing over Rhaegar's infant son Aegon. Viserys was sent with the pregnant Rhaella to the fortified island of Dragonstone. After news of Aerys's death and the deaths of Rhaegar's children in the Sack of King's Landing reached Dragonstone, Viserys was declared king.
  
  While they lived in Braavos, Willem signed a secret marriage pact with Prince Oberyn Martell of Dorne, with the Sealord of Braavos as a witness, agreeing that Viserys would take Princess Arianne Martell, daughter to Doran Martell, the Prince of Dorne, as his bride in exchange for Dorne supporting Aegon's claim for the throne. However, Viserys was never made aware of this pact, as he was an immature child when it was decided, and he was not ready for the information. Upon being kicked out of their home in Braavos the Targaryens began to wander the Free Cities as guests of powerful citizens. From Braavos, they went to Myr, next to Tyrosh, on to Qohor, Volantis, and Lys, never staying long at one location. Viserys was convinced they were being followed by the hired knives of the Usurper, King Robert I Baratheon. While originally they were welcomed into the homes of the powerful citizens of the Free Cities, their welcome eventually faded, and they were forced to sell off their last possessions to survive. Selling Rhaella's crown took the last joy had from Viserys, leaving only rage. Over time, men started calling him the Beggar King.
  
  At first Viserys was kind and warm to his family, he has grown sour and hardened over the years. He has been secretly beating Daenerys when Elia and her children are not around to quell his anger. Viserys has recently gotten into more fights with Aegon over the succession of House Targaryen. Elia believes that as Rhaegar's son, Aegon should come first, however Aerys did proclaim Viserys to be his heir. As Aegon gets older the fights have gotten more frequent, now Rhaenys and Daenerys worry that blood might spill.
  
  
  Troop Total: 0
  
  #BlueFlowersOnTheRedFord

NS Nation: Val
Character: Rhaenys "Rya" Targaryen (Daughter of Rhaegar)
Titles: Claim (Through Aegon, son of Rhaegar): Princess of Dragonstone, third in line to the Iron Throne
Sex: Female
Age: 18
Appearance:

(Image)

Immediate Family:

• Aegon Targaryen (brother)
• Elia Martell (mother, sick)
• Rhaegar Targaryen (father, deceased)
• Viserys Targaryen (uncle)
• Daenerys Targaryen (Aunt)
• Doran Martell (uncle)
• Oberyn Martell (uncle)

House: Targaryen
House Crest:

(Image)

Biography: In 280 AC, Rhaenys was born on Dragonstone. After her birth, her mother was bedridden for half a year. She grew up in King's Landing until the War of the Usurper. She would be ferried to Dragonstone for safety, and later to the Free Cities with her family. Rhaenys had to grow up quickly, due to her mother's bad health and Ser Willem Darry growing old. Rhaenys many times would look after her brother Aegon and her nephew Daenerys.

Eventually Rhaenys started to practice with a dagger, to help protect her family. One night, when she was 15 Viserys tried to have his way with her. Obviously intoxicated, she was able to use her skills to protect herself and give Viserys a slash on the hand. Realizing he would not be able to control her Viserys would focus on Daenerys instead. Rhaenys has stuck by her brother as the rightful claim to the Iron Throne over Viserys. She has slowly grown a hatred for her nephew and his anger.

Now, she and her family reside in Illyrio's Palace. Safe, for the time being. Rhaenys hopes that she will one day get to stand in Sunspear, the wonderful home of her mother and bask in the greatness of King's Landing.
Troop Total: 0

#BlueFlowersOnTheRedFord

NS Nation: Nuxipal
Character: Baelor Hightower
Titles: Ser, Heir of the Hightower
Sex: Male
Age: 45
Appearance: In all accounts, Baelor is an attractive man.
Immediate Family: Rhonda Rowan, Wife, 38
Alicent Hightower, Daughter, 17
Uthor Hightower, Son, 16
House: House Hightower
House Crest:

(Image)

Biography: The oldest son of Lord Leyton Hightower, Baelor is the de facto Lord of Oldtown as his father stays in the Hightower, never descending to the ground. Baelor was widely known to be a good and honorable man. He presides over the lands of his family and deals directly with their vassal houses. At one point during his youth, he was seen as a possible suitor to Princess Elia Martell, however, an embarrassing act ended that possibility for him. He instead wed a woman from the Reach. His marriage to Rhonda Rowan was greeted with their two children, shortly before the War of the Usurper Robert's Rebellion. Going off with his liege, Mace Tyrell, to siege Storm's End with a small retinue, Baelor barely took part in the fighting itself as they were unsure as to which side would prevail.

Since then, he has stayed mostly in the city of Oldtown raising his family and looking after the family holding. He found a friend in an exiled Volantene nobleman by the name of Tafari Bloodfyre. It seemed he escaped from some kind of trouble within the Black Walls of Volantis. He brought with him his two children, Ixidor and Aelora. This friendship was solidified and made permanent during the Greyjoy rebellion. Baelor and Tafari went together aboard the ships of Oldtown to aid in the Battle of Fair Isle. The ships of House Hightower faced those of Harlaw during the battle, Baelor and Tafari led the charge onto the Harlaw flagship and as Baelor slew a Volmark, who was wed to Gwynesse Harlaw. The response was a swift and relentless assault by two young and capable warriors. Having been caught off guard, Baelor retreated only to see his friend Tafari step in and in a flurry of blows disarmed and slew both of the young Harlaws. He was slain moments later as Lord Rodrick Harlaw came charging in and slammed his axe through the blue dragon on the man's chest. Baelor attacked and wounded Rodrik Harlaw.

Following the battle and his return to Hightower, Baelor completes the raising of his friend's children as if they were his own. As far as he knew, they were the last of their own noble house and from within the Black Walls at that. He sent several maesters to retrieve their family records with news that Tafari, the offending party within the wall, was dead. The results came back with some surprises. He kept these until they were ready to learn of them. For the next several years Baelor continued in his role as Regent of House Hightower giving his children and now adopted children the best education the citadel can provide them.

Troop Total: 17,000

#BlueFlowersOnTheRedFord

Custom House Bloodfyre coming soon

All accepted

Let me know when the Bloodfyre app is done

[Revlona]

IC is up

[Rodez]

Should be able to have a post up tonight.

Would you mind adding a link to the OOC on the IC page?

[Revlona]

Bloodfyre app accepted

[Oppermenia]

Glad this RP is finally up. Now, doing Jon Snow is great, since I imagine Jon Snow as the ASOIAF version of myself. Balon Greyjoy is a bit of a challenge, but I’m getting the hang of it.
Can’t wait to see what happens when Aegon comes back.

[Revlona]

Glad this RP is finally up. Now, doing Jon Snow is great, since I imagine Jon Snow as the ASOIAF version of myself. Balon Greyjoy is a bit of a challenge, but I’m getting the hang of it.
Can’t wait to see what happens when Aegon comes back.

Just be arragant as Balon and you pretty much have him

Jon Snow is more interesting, I actually wanna talk to you about him

[Danceria]

Glad this RP is finally up. Now, doing Jon Snow is great, since I imagine Jon Snow as the ASOIAF version of myself. Balon Greyjoy is a bit of a challenge, but I’m getting the hang of it.
Can’t wait to see what happens when Aegon comes back.

Just be arragant as Balon and you pretty much have him

Jon Snow is more interesting, I actually wanna talk to you about him

*Plots*

Also, gonna be heading to King's Landing when I get apped up.

[The Great Korean Empire]

Is Tywin Lannister open or still around IC?

[Nuxipal]

Is Tywin Lannister open or still around IC?

I believe the answer to both is yes.

[Oppermenia]

Glad this RP is finally up. Now, doing Jon Snow is great, since I imagine Jon Snow as the ASOIAF version of myself. Balon Greyjoy is a bit of a challenge, but I’m getting the hang of it.
Can’t wait to see what happens when Aegon comes back.

Just be arragant as Balon and you pretty much have him

Jon Snow is more interesting, I actually wanna talk to you about him

Oh, yeah, arrogance shouldn’t be too hard at all

[Rodez]

Do we have a Ned?

[Oppermenia]

Do we have a Ned?

Yep, Revlona is playing Ned and Lyanna

[Nuxipal]

Do we have a Ned?

Yes we already have Lord Eddard Stark.

[Danceria]

NS Nation: Danceria
Character: Harras Harlaw of Grey Garden (a cadet branch of House Harlaw)
Titles: Ser, Knight of Grey Garden, “The Knight”, “The Knight Harlaw” (as per Ironborn customs, the ruling lord/patriarch of a house is known as “The *house name”, ex. Balon Greyjoy would also be known as “The Greyjoy”). AKA The Iron Knight, the Greyknight, Shorestrider, the Saltsword, the Exile, the Southron (only if you want to get castrated with a steel-toed boot)
Sex: Male
Age: 25-ish (He was said to be good friends with Rodrik Greyjoy, but his own Birthdate is not conclusive, a ballpark guess between 268-274 A.C., I took the liberty of making him younger, as he is a known knight. Due to his only known appearance, he looks more to be mid-twenties rather than 30. The Wiki of Fire and Ice provides little concrete biography. Other than him being friends with Rodrik Greyjoy and being the punching bag of Victarion Greyjoy.
I made Harras younger than Rodrik, as depicted once again using the Wikia, Rodrik was rocking a badass beard during the sack of Seaguard and his death, and had the reputation for being a merry drunkard.)
Appearance: An Ironborn Knight, who’d’ve thunk?[url]
Immediate Family: Lord Rodrik Harlaw of the Ten Towers (liege lord and cousin), Gwynesse Harlaw (other cousin, 2nd eldest besides Sigfryd of the Harlaw Household), and Lord Hotho “the Humpback” Harlaw of the Tower of Glimmering (cousins), Balon Greyjoy (cousin-in-law, due to his marriage with Alannys Harlaw), Lord Sigfryd “Silverhair” Harlaw of Harlaw Hall (great-uncle), Eerl Harlaw (Son of Sigfryd, Cousin), Boremund “the Blue” Harlaw of Harridan Hill (other cousin), Eamon*, Gevin and Dykk Harlaw (Sons of Boremund and nephews of Harras); Gwin Goodbrother (Rock Wife), Edeline and Audrina of the Greenblood, Rona of Lys, Akhona and Lulama Oowalano of the Summer Isles (Salt Wives).
*O-see-donut steele
House: Harlaw
House Crest: [url=https://awoiaf.westeros.org/thumb.php?f=Harris_Harlaw.png&width=545]Personal Sigil, the peacock on cream is from his mother’s side, her being a Serret
Biography:
”Past a certain point, all the dates grow hazy and confused, and the clarity of history becomes the fog of legend” - Hoster Blackwood to Jamie Lannister, A Dance With Dragons, Ch. 48
WARNING: The following Biography is based largely on speculation, as this is about a MINOR CHARACTER. As such, this bio will be subject to change and alteration. RULE OF COOL™ and PLOT CONVENIENCE will reign supreme, to allow this character to attain greatness that would otherwise be lost. What is forgotten can never die, but rises from the background, harder and stronger. Viewer discretion is ill-advised

In his youth Harras was a good friend of Rodrik Greyjoy. Victarion Greyjoy enjoyed thrashing him when they were younger.

This concludes the copy and pasted biography from A Wiki of Fire and Ice, now the rest of his story will be told from a first person perspective
“A fireside story? You have some grim humor, with Crakehall just burning behind us. But I suppose I can tell you mine.”

“I was born in Ten Towers, my father being Henryk Harlaw, and my mother being a Serret. Most of my youth I remember is growing up in Castle Pyke mostly. Sure I studied under cousin Rodrik, but I was still very much an Ironborn lad. All roughhousing and trying to get a few good hits on Victarion before getting my jaw broken. Again. Speaking of the Greyjoys, I became close to a different Rodrik...Drowned God Bless that bearded, bombastic beer chugging irresponsible git of a Greyjoy, also Rodrik. I followed the guy around like a maiden’s kitten-don’t laugh, I was like, five at the time!-But then...Lord Balon had a bright idea.”

“The Rebellion happened, and Rodrik was killed. Upon hearing news of his death I swore vengeance, and my cousin wanted to keep as many of his vassals and smallfolk hidden away from King Robert’s invasion. I snuck aboard the first vessel to Pyke, which happened to be a greenlander vessel, then I had a bright idea. I’ll let you piece together on who won the fight between a vessel full of Westerosi warriors and the most pissed off fourteen year old in all of Westeros. A severe thrashing, half-hearted flogging, and a scolding by Lord Praxter to all parties present later, and I found myself in chains, helpless to watch the castle where I spent my childhood besieged. To add further insult to injury, milord cousin had been given the choice: either have me flogged for espionage and treason, and scourged to the point of being a cripple, and that was assuming I didn’t bleed out and die, or be sent as a ward like Theon was. The choice to my book-loving cousin was obvious.”

“That was how I became forcibly squired to Ser Aemon Estermont, and sent halfway across the Seven Kingdoms to a land I never knew, amongst people I despised with Gods whose shrines and Icons I took great pleasure pissing on. Both in the figurative and literal doing Damphair proud manner. But between Aemon, and Maester Nicolus, the uppity little shitstain that I was turned out to become a decent enough squire. I outran, out-climbed, and outswam most of the island-dwelling inhabitants there, and read enough to impress the local lords. I was still an irritable brat, but I had some clout to my name. Never really had a handle for jousting, but I was an absolute terror in the melee. Racing horses, I’m just fine, but I cannot for the life of me figure out how Aemon and Alyn were good jousters. Anyhow, I’ll gloss over my childhood escapades of clambering towers to peep on changing ladies, or just to show I could, and a few early fisticuffs and half-hearted tournies I entered. Stonedance, Wyl, Fawnton, Mistwood, Tumbleton... I’ve been all over the Stormlands, but made it a point never to stray too far from the Seas, or a river too it. Got me the name “Shorestrider”, for I always kept the faith of my forefathers, no matter how flashy the Septons made their gods. When Lord Renly made his progress across the Stormlands on his Sixteenth Name Day, I was one of the knights in his retinue, along with Ser Alyn and Ser Aemon, even got Damphair and milord cousin to tag along. During the circuit, I showed the soft-handed Stormlander how an Ironborn fought and won, proving my mettle in any and all tourneys or brawls that His Lordship found himself. However, it would appear that calling a primrose prince exactly that to his face enough times earns you his ire, and after he circuited Tarth, we settled our growing rivalry just outside of Storm’s end. Or rather, I intended to. By trial of combat, to earn an apology of one or the other, he decided to send a champion in his stead. An equally soft-handed squire the maids know and moan at night about; Loras fucking Tyrell. Of course, being an Ironborn, I couldn’t let this stand. I mean, I challenged Renly after all, and I was gonna give him a set of bloody teeth one way or the other. So after standing still and humoring the Southron’s attempts to strike me down, I knocked him out in one clean hook. Sapling went down like a sack of stones. Finally, Renly got the fucking hint, and we boxed. Roughed him up a little to show him and those present who’s boss, and railed on him before Ser Cortnay Penrose pulled me away. That’s how I earned my knighthood and betrothal, drowned and blessed by Aeron Greyjoy himself, on the shores of Shipbreaker Bay, did Harras, son of Hareod, of House Harlaw rise from the water harder and stronger as a knight.”

“Of course, I went overland, proving my mettle as a newfound knight in every tourney up through the Forks and went to Harlaw by way of Seaguard, got married to Gysella Goodbrother, and consolidated myself as the ruler of Grey Garden. Mostly running day to day life, and showing any Ironborn who tried to fight me why I was a knight. Life was pretty good, all things considered, but I had a little plan. A plan, that came into fruition thanks to gents such as you. I had always thought of a way for us to gain plunder, to reave and sail far and wide, to do the Drowned God proud by pillaging and striking fear into the hearts of our foes...a return to the Old Way without incurring the wrath of the Hammerer. So after a great deal of scheming, a great fleet was readied in Pyke, gathering the downtrodden, the bastards, and Ironborn of stout character to join me on a little tour. We gathered in Banefort, then Faircastle, Feastfires, the Arbor, and all the way to the Summer Isles. We raided a few times, only if we thought we could get away with it, or if anyone tried to cheat and cross us. But at the Summer Isles, we ran into...Euron.”

“That cockmongler managed to piss about in Essos and swung by the Summer Isles to pick up some women and men, and decided to help us out in attacking Volantis, then Lys. Oh, those battles were glorious and the loot we gathered...it was more than I hoped for. But that fucker stabbed my crew in the back at Tyros! Left us cornered, took the rest of our fleet, and left! If it weren’t for the Golden Company and some brave Tyroshi gits, we would’ve died far from the sea… No matter what happens between the Targaryens and Baratheons...I respect those who saved the lives of my crew. I will not raise my sword against the Young Griff if it can be helped. Of course, the mischief that Euron had planned was far from over. Rowing as hard as we could, Crow’s-Eye sailed to Stormhelm and Grandview to sack and besiege, and we barely caught up to him at Ghaston Grey to gather some fresh recruits. Of course, I made the mistake of trusting him, saying that there was a mutiny done by a handful of grumbling lowlives. He was kind enough to fund our next reaving. Dorne would have little ships, and we could just sail into the Tor and have one last raid before we parted, as Euron still was barred from returning to the Islands while Balon still lived. So we did.”

“The Tor was the last straw, Euron kidnapped Myria, and held her hostage, while we raided the city. I felt sick to my stomach, as Euron and his men were savage...brutal… they picked fight with their crewmates like rabid, ravenous dogs. But I trusted Euron to follow through on his deal, to return Myria when we had our fill of the city’s riches. He didn’t. He gagged me, and left me in her stead, hanging the blame on the betrayal on my head. Poor Aemon Harlaw, Boemund’s boy...he gave his life so we could escape. I was enraged. I may be a reaver, a rapist, and a barbarian to the Southron simpletons...But I never go back on my word. So at the Broken Arm, there was a duel for honor. Euron went East, Myria went west, with a ship laden with captives and a considerable amount treasure to Lord Jordayne as an apology. All traitors were hung, and their bodies buried just outside the touch of the tide, damning their souls from the embrace of the Drowned God.”

“When we made landfall in Lemonwood, I thought we were in the clear. We gathered more Salt Wives, sold our goods, and had well earned respite from the madness of Euron. But Lord Jordayne’s message was quicker than his forgiveness, and the wrath of Dorne would be brought down upon Lemonwood and Plank Town, so we had to hold it hostage and sack it, gathering all we could before fleeing for our damn lives. The Dornish did us in at Saltshore and Hellholt, but...the Drowned God was not done giving me favor yet.”

“Before I go further, let us drink to the health of Lord Edric Dayne and all his house and kin, and remember the blood oath vowed on the Torrentine, before the eyes of all Gods, Old and New, Drowned and Firey, to not harm any of his kindred or his lands. For it was under his protection that we hid until Lord Martell’s wrath was cooled. That if ever House Dayne require aid, as he has refused the treasures offered to him, let no Ironborn deny him without facing my wrath!”

“We went to Sunflower Hall, where we won a tourney, and to Blackcrown, where a few men and I clambered into the ivy-walled towers of the castles, stealing pretty baubles and whatever we could in secret, before fleeing out into deep water. Now, we raided Crakehall, and are headed home.”
Troop Total: 250 (Grey Garden Levy) 2,000 at most (House Harlaw & company) currently ~8,500 Raiders (associates).

#BlueFlowersOnTheRedFord

[Revlona]

Is Tywin Lannister open or still around IC?

Yes

Do we have a Ned?

Me

NS Nation: Danceria
Character: Harras Harlaw of Grey Garden (a cadet branch of House Harlaw)
Titles: Ser, Knight of Grey Garden, “The Knight”, “The Knight Harlaw” (as per Ironborn customs, the ruling lord/patriarch of a house is known as “The *house name”, ex. Balon Greyjoy would also be known as “The Greyjoy”). AKA The Iron Knight, the Greyknight, Shorestrider, the Saltsword, the Exile, the Southron (only if you want to get castrated with a steel-toed boot)
Sex: Male
Age: 25-ish (He was said to be good friends with Rodrik Greyjoy, but his own Birthdate is not conclusive, a ballpark guess between 268-274 A.C., I took the liberty of making him younger, as he is a known knight. Due to his only known appearance, he looks more to be mid-twenties rather than 30. The Wiki of Fire and Ice provides little concrete biography. Other than him being friends with Rodrik Greyjoy and being the punching bag of Victarion Greyjoy.
I made Harras younger than Rodrik, as depicted once again using the Wikia, Rodrik was rocking a badass beard during the sack of Seaguard and his death, and had the reputation for being a merry drunkard.)
Appearance: An Ironborn Knight, who’d’ve thunk?[url]
Immediate Family: Lord Rodrik Harlaw of the Ten Towers (liege lord and cousin), Gwynesse Harlaw (other cousin, 2nd eldest besides Sigfryd of the Harlaw Household), and Lord Hotho “the Humpback” Harlaw of the Tower of Glimmering (cousins), Balon Greyjoy (cousin-in-law, due to his marriage with Alannys Harlaw), Lord Sigfryd “Silverhair” Harlaw of Harlaw Hall (great-uncle), Eerl Harlaw (Son of Sigfryd, Cousin), Boremund “the Blue” Harlaw of Harridan Hill (other cousin), Eamon*, Gevin and Dykk Harlaw (Sons of Boremund and nephews of Harras); Gwin Goodbrother (Rock Wife), Edeline and Audrina of the Greenblood, Rona of Lys, Akhona and Lulama Oowalano of the Summer Isles (Salt Wives).
*O-see-donut steele
House: Harlaw
House Crest: [url=https://awoiaf.westeros.org/thumb.php?f=Harris_Harlaw.png&width=545]Personal Sigil, the peacock on cream is from his mother’s side, her being a Serret
Biography:
”Past a certain point, all the dates grow hazy and confused, and the clarity of history becomes the fog of legend” - Hoster Blackwood to Jamie Lannister, A Dance With Dragons, Ch. 48
WARNING: The following Biography is based largely on speculation, as this is about a MINOR CHARACTER. As such, this bio will be subject to change and alteration. RULE OF COOL™ and PLOT CONVENIENCE will reign supreme, to allow this character to attain greatness that would otherwise be lost. What is forgotten can never die, but rises from the background, harder and stronger. Viewer discretion is ill-advised

In his youth Harras was a good friend of Rodrik Greyjoy. Victarion Greyjoy enjoyed thrashing him when they were younger.

This concludes the copy and pasted biography from A Wiki of Fire and Ice, now the rest of his story will be told from a first person perspective
“A fireside story? You have some grim humor, with Crakehall just burning behind us. But I suppose I can tell you mine.”

“I was born in Ten Towers, my father being Henryk Harlaw, and my mother being a Serret. Most of my youth I remember is growing up in Castle Pyke mostly. Sure I studied under cousin Rodrik, but I was still very much an Ironborn lad. All roughhousing and trying to get a few good hits on Victarion before getting my jaw broken. Again. Speaking of the Greyjoys, I became close to a different Rodrik...Drowned God Bless that bearded, bombastic beer chugging irresponsible git of a Greyjoy, also Rodrik. I followed the guy around like a maiden’s kitten-don’t laugh, I was like, five at the time!-But then...Lord Balon had a bright idea.”

“The Rebellion happened, and Rodrik was killed. Upon hearing news of his death I swore vengeance, and my cousin wanted to keep as many of his vassals and smallfolk hidden away from King Robert’s invasion. I snuck aboard the first vessel to Pyke, which happened to be a greenlander vessel, then I had a bright idea. I’ll let you piece together on who won the fight between a vessel full of Westerosi warriors and the most pissed off fourteen year old in all of Westeros. A severe thrashing, half-hearted flogging, and a scolding by Lord Praxter to all parties present later, and I found myself in chains, helpless to watch the castle where I spent my childhood besieged. To add further insult to injury, milord cousin had been given the choice: either have me flogged for espionage and treason, and scourged to the point of being a cripple, and that was assuming I didn’t bleed out and die, or be sent as a ward like Theon was. The choice to my book-loving cousin was obvious.”

“That was how I became forcibly squired to Ser Aemon Estermont, and sent halfway across the Seven Kingdoms to a land I never knew, amongst people I despised with Gods whose shrines and Icons I took great pleasure pissing on. Both in the figurative and literal doing Damphair proud manner. But between Aemon, and Maester Nicolus, the uppity little shitstain that I was turned out to become a decent enough squire. I outran, out-climbed, and outswam most of the island-dwelling inhabitants there, and read enough to impress the local lords. I was still an irritable brat, but I had some clout to my name. Never really had a handle for jousting, but I was an absolute terror in the melee. Racing horses, I’m just fine, but I cannot for the life of me figure out how Aemon and Alyn were good jousters. Anyhow, I’ll gloss over my childhood escapades of clambering towers to peep on changing ladies, or just to show I could, and a few early fisticuffs and half-hearted tournies I entered. Stonedance, Wyl, Fawnton, Mistwood, Tumbleton... I’ve been all over the Stormlands, but made it a point never to stray too far from the Seas, or a river too it. Got me the name “Shorestrider”, for I always kept the faith of my forefathers, no matter how flashy the Septons made their gods. When Lord Renly made his progress across the Stormlands on his Sixteenth Name Day, I was one of the knights in his retinue, along with Ser Alyn and Ser Aemon, even got Damphair and milord cousin to tag along. During the circuit, I showed the soft-handed Stormlander how an Ironborn fought and won, proving my mettle in any and all tourneys or brawls that His Lordship found himself. However, it would appear that calling a primrose prince exactly that to his face enough times earns you his ire, and after he circuited Tarth, we settled our growing rivalry just outside of Storm’s end. Or rather, I intended to. By trial of combat, to earn an apology of one or the other, he decided to send a champion in his stead. An equally soft-handed squire the maids know and moan at night about; Loras fucking Tyrell. Of course, being an Ironborn, I couldn’t let this stand. I mean, I challenged Renly after all, and I was gonna give him a set of bloody teeth one way or the other. So after standing still and humoring the Southron’s attempts to strike me down, I knocked him out in one clean hook. Sapling went down like a sack of stones. Finally, Renly got the fucking hint, and we boxed. Roughed him up a little to show him and those present who’s boss, and railed on him before Ser Cortnay Penrose pulled me away. That’s how I earned my knighthood and betrothal, drowned and blessed by Aeron Greyjoy himself, on the shores of Shipbreaker Bay, did Harras, son of Hareod, of House Harlaw rise from the water harder and stronger as a knight.”

“Of course, I went overland, proving my mettle as a newfound knight in every tourney up through the Forks and went to Harlaw by way of Seaguard, got married to Gysella Goodbrother, and consolidated myself as the ruler of Grey Garden. Mostly running day to day life, and showing any Ironborn who tried to fight me why I was a knight. Life was pretty good, all things considered, but I had a little plan. A plan, that came into fruition thanks to gents such as you. I had always thought of a way for us to gain plunder, to reave and sail far and wide, to do the Drowned God proud by pillaging and striking fear into the hearts of our foes...a return to the Old Way without incurring the wrath of the Hammerer. So after a great deal of scheming, a great fleet was readied in Pyke, gathering the downtrodden, the bastards, and Ironborn of stout character to join me on a little tour. We gathered in Banefort, then Faircastle, Feastfires, the Arbor, and all the way to the Summer Isles. We raided a few times, only if we thought we could get away with it, or if anyone tried to cheat and cross us. But at the Summer Isles, we ran into...Euron.”

“That cockmongler managed to piss about in Essos and swung by the Summer Isles to pick up some women and men, and decided to help us out in attacking Volantis, then Lys. Oh, those battles were glorious and the loot we gathered...it was more than I hoped for. But that fucker stabbed my crew in the back at Tyros! Left us cornered, took the rest of our fleet, and left! If it weren’t for the Golden Company and some brave Tyroshi gits, we would’ve died far from the sea… No matter what happens between the Targaryens and Baratheons...I respect those who saved the lives of my crew. I will not raise my sword against the Young Griff if it can be helped. Of course, the mischief that Euron had planned was far from over. Rowing as hard as we could, Crow’s-Eye sailed to Stormhelm and Grandview to sack and besiege, and we barely caught up to him at Ghaston Grey to gather some fresh recruits. Of course, I made the mistake of trusting him, saying that there was a mutiny done by a handful of grumbling lowlives. He was kind enough to fund our next reaving. Dorne would have little ships, and we could just sail into the Tor and have one last raid before we parted, as Euron still was barred from returning to the Islands while Balon still lived. So we did.”

“The Tor was the last straw, Euron kidnapped Myria, and held her hostage, while we raided the city. I felt sick to my stomach, as Euron and his men were savage...brutal… they picked fight with their crewmates like rabid, ravenous dogs. But I trusted Euron to follow through on his deal, to return Myria when we had our fill of the city’s riches. He didn’t. He gagged me, and left me in her stead, hanging the blame on the betrayal on my head. Poor Aemon Harlaw, Boemund’s boy...he gave his life so we could escape. I was enraged. I may be a reaver, a rapist, and a barbarian to the Southron simpletons...But I never go back on my word. So at the Broken Arm, there was a duel for honor. Euron went East, Myria went west, with a ship laden with captives and a considerable amount treasure to Lord Jordayne as an apology. All traitors were hung, and their bodies buried just outside the touch of the tide, damning their souls from the embrace of the Drowned God.”

“When we made landfall in Lemonwood, I thought we were in the clear. We gathered more Salt Wives, sold our goods, and had well earned respite from the madness of Euron. But Lord Jordayne’s message was quicker than his forgiveness, and the wrath of Dorne would be brought down upon Lemonwood and Plank Town, so we had to hold it hostage and sack it, gathering all we could before fleeing for our damn lives. The Dornish did us in at Saltshore and Hellholt, but...the Drowned God was not done giving me favor yet.”

“Before I go further, let us drink to the health of Lord Edric Dayne and all his house and kin, and remember the blood oath vowed on the Torrentine, before the eyes of all Gods, Old and New, Drowned and Firey, to not harm any of his kindred or his lands. For it was under his protection that we hid until Lord Martell’s wrath was cooled. That if ever House Dayne require aid, as he has refused the treasures offered to him, let no Ironborn deny him without facing my wrath!”

“We went to Sunflower Hall, where we won a tourney, and to Blackcrown, where a few men and I clambered into the ivy-walled towers of the castles, stealing pretty baubles and whatever we could in secret, before fleeing out into deep water. Now, we raided Crakehall, and are headed home.”
Troop Total: 250 (Grey Garden Levy) 2,000 at most (House Harlaw & company) currently ~8,500 Raiders (associates).

#BlueFlowersOnTheRedFord

Accepted

[Revlona]

Anyone working on posts?

[Arlye Austros]

NS Nation:Arlye Austros

Character: Lord Jon Arryn
Titles: Lord of the Eyrie, Lord Paramount of the Vale and Warden of the East. Hand of the King.
Sex: Male
Age: 69 (Born in 218 AC)
Appearance: He has broad shoulders and is not short, his nose is eagle-like and he has lost a fair share of teeth. His eyes were once blue, but one is partially decoloured.
Immediate Family: Lysa (wife), Robert (son), .
House: House Arryn of the Eyrie
House Crest:

Biography: After marrying Lysa Arryn and securing the friendship of the Riverlands, Lord Jon Arryn made sure his wards Robert Baratheon and Eddard Stark would survive the conflict that arose with the abduction of Lady Lyanna and Lord Rickard’s death in King’s Landing. In truth, Jon Arryn wasn’t a deciding factor for the war besides numbers. However it was largely thanks to him that the Iron Throne was held together. Short after the fall of the city he was made Hand of the King, probably displacing any of Tywin Lannister’s intentions for that seat. Against Eddard’s wishes, he advised Robert to keep Ser Jaime by his side, as a tocken of good faith and will towards the Westerlands. The worse, however, was Dorne, and Jon was only able to hold the Dornish Coast by sheer insistence. The rift between Robert and Lord Doran, and his even less-trusting brother Oberyn, would remain, despite the so-far submissive nature of the Gouty Dornishman.
At least some joy brought the capital. His vigour returned after years of coldness, and apparently the rather benign weather of the Blackwater played a role on the birth of his son, whom he named Robert. Little Robert, however, is sickly in disposition, and Lysa has grown rather protective of him. Yet Robert makes his best to give the boy the father he would rather be, and in the last years has been more open to delegate the tasks of the realm to lesser, but capable men.
Should the Seven curse Jon and demise the boy, the inheritance of the Eyrie would befall on Harrold Hardyng, his grand-nephew.

Troop Total: 45.000

#BlueFlowersOnTheRedFord

[Revlona]

NS Nation:Arlye Austros

Character: Lord Jon Arryn
Titles: Lord of the Eyrie, Lord Paramount of the Vale and Warden of the East. Hand of the King.
Sex: Male
Age: 69 (Born in 218 AC)
Appearance: He has broad shoulders and is not short, his nose is eagle-like and he has lost a fair share of teeth. His eyes were once blue, but one is partially decoloured.
Immediate Family: Lysa (wife), Robert (son), .
House: House Arryn of the Eyrie
House Crest:

[img=https://awoiaf.westeros.org/thumb.php?f=House_Arryn.svg&width=218&lang=en ][/img]

Biography: After marrying Lysa Arryn and securing the friendship of the Riverlands, Lord Jon Arryn made sure his wards Robert Baratheon and Eddard Stark would survive the conflict that arose with the abduction of Lady Lyanna and Lord Rickard’s death in King’s Landing. In truth, Jon Arryn wasn’t a deciding factor for the war besides numbers. However it was largely thanks to him that the Iron Throne was held together. Short after the fall of the city he was made Hand of the King, probably displacing any of Tywin Lannister’s intentions for that seat. Against Eddard’s wishes, he advised Robert to keep Ser Jaime by his side, as a tocken of good faith and will towards the Westerlands. The worse, however, was Dorne, and Jon was only able to hold the Dornish Coast by sheer insistence. The rift between Robert and Lord Doran, and his even less-trusting brother Oberyn, would remain, despite the so-far submissive nature of the Gouty Dornishman.
At least some joy brought the capital. His vigour returned after years of coldness, and apparently the rather benign weather of the Blackwater played a role on the birth of his son, whom he named Robert. Little Robert, however, is sickly in disposition, and Lysa has grown rather protective of him. Yet Robert makes his best to give the boy the father he would rather be, and in the last years has been more open to delegate the tasks of the realm to lesser, but capable men.
Should the Seven curse Jon and demise the boy, the inheritance of the Eyrie would befall on Harrold Hardyng, his grand-nephew.

Troop Total: 45.000

#BlueFlowersOnTheRedFord

Accepted

[Jhet]

Walder Frey, Old Frey

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Titles: Lord of the Crossing
Culture: Northern Riverlord
Age: B.208 (74)
Gender: Male
Appearance: scrawny, long-necked, bald, has the appearance of a weasel, with clouded eyes
Religion: Faith of the Seven
Liege Lord: House Tully, House Targaryen
Coat of Arms: twin towers, blue on grey
Total Military Strength: 5,000

Stevron Frey, heir to the Twins

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Culture: Northern Riverlord
Age: B.230
Gender: Male
Religion: Faith of the Seven
Liege Lord: House Frey
Coat of Arms: twin towers, blue on grey

Ryman Frey, Ser

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Culture: Northern Riverlord
Age: B.248
Gender: Male
Religion: Faith of the Seven
Liege Lord: House Frey
Coat of Arms: twin towers, blue on grey

Emmon Frey, Ser

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Culture: Northern Riverlord
Age: B.237
Gender: Male
Religion: Faith of the Seven
Liege Lord: House Lannister
Coat of Arms: twin towers, blue on grey

Aenys Frey, Ser

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Culture: Northern Riverlord
Age: B.240
Gender: Male
Religion: Faith of the Seven
Liege Lord: House Frey
Coat of Arms: twin towers, blue on grey

Hosteen Frey, Ser

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Culture: Northern Riverlord
Age: B.255
Gender: Male
Religion: Faith of the Seven
Liege Lord: House Frey
Coat of Arms: twin towers, blue on grey

Merrett Frey, Muttonhead

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Culture: Northern Riverlord
Age: B.262
Gender: Male
Religion: Faith of the Seven
Liege Lord: House Frey
Coat of Arms: twin towers, blue on grey

Lothar Frey, the Lame

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Culture: Northern Riverlord
Age: B.266
Gender: Male
Religion: Faith of the Seven
Liege Lord: House Frey
Coat of Arms: twin towers, blue on grey

Walder Rivers, the Bastard

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Culture: Northern Riverlord
Age: B.260
Gender: Male
Religion: Faith of the Seven
Liege Lord: House Frey
Coat of Arms: twin towers, grey on blue, beneath red bend sinister

House Frey

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WALDER FREY, b.208, Lord of the CROSSING, known as "OLD FREY"
- his lady wife, PERRA ROYCE
-- her children
--- STEVRON FREY, b.230, heir to the CROSSING, a knight
---- his lady wife, CORENNA SWANN
----- her children
------ RYMAN FREY, b.248, a knight, fat and considered stupid
------- his lady wife, SELYSE FOSSOWAY
-------- EDWYN FREY, b.270, a young boy, serving as squire for Lord ERENFORD
-------- WALDER FREY, b.274, known as "BLACK WALDER", a young boy, serving as page for Lord HAIGH
-------- PETYR FREY, b.281, a babe
---- his lady wife, JEYNE LYDDEN
----- her children
------ AEGON FREY, b.248, known as "JINGEBELLS", a dimwitted fool
------ MAEGELLE FREY, b.253, once considered pretty, turned fat
------- her husband, DAFYN VANCE
-------- his children
--------- MARIANNE VANCE, b.278
---- his lady wife, MARSELLA WAYNWOOD
----- her children
------ WALTON FREY, b.258, a knight in service to Lord WAYNWOOD
------- his lady wife, DEANA HARDYNG
-------- her children
--------- STEFFON FREY, b.276, a sweet young boy
--------- WALDA FREY, b.280
--- EMMON FREY, b.237, a knight in service to Lord LANNISTER
---- his lady wife, GENNA LANNISTER
----- her children
------ CLEOS FREY, b.265, a young knight in service to Lord LANNISTER
------- his lady wife, JEYNE DARRY
------ LYONEL FREY, b.273, a young page in service to Lord LANNISTER
------ TION FREY, b.281, a babe
--- AENYS FREY, b.240, a knight
---- his lady wife, TYANA WYLDE
----- their children
------ AEGON FREY, b.262, a knight
------ RHAEGAR FREY, b.270, a young boy, squires for Ser SYMOND FREY
--- PERRIANE FREY, b.242, a soft-spoken woman
---- her husband, LESLYN HAIGH, knight of MIREFORD
----- his children
------ HARYS HAIGH, b.265
------ DONNEL HAIGH, b.270
------ ALYN HAIGH, b.277
- his lady wife, CYRENNA SWANN
-- her children
--- JARED FREY, b.248, a knight, known for his arrogance
---- his lady wife, ALYS FREY
----- her children
------ TYTOS FREY, b.264, a squire for Lord CHARLTON
------- his lady wife, ZOE BLANETREE
------ KYRA FREY, b.270, a young and pretty girl
--- LUCEON FREY, b.252, a septon in KING'S LANDING
- his lady wife, AMEREI CRAKEHALL
-- her children
--- HOSTEEN FREY, b.255, a knight and noted soldier
---- his lady wife, BELLENA HAYWICK
----- ARWOOD FREY, b.279
--- LYTHENE FREY, b.257
---- her husband, LUCIAS VYPREN, lord of LILYPAD
----- his children
------ ELYANA VYPREN, b.276
------ DAMON VYPREN, b.279
--- SYMOND FREY, b.257, a spymaster
---- his lady wife, BETHARIOS of BRAAVOS
----- her children
------ ALESANDER FREY, b.280
------ ALYX FREY, b.282
--- DANWELL FREY, b.259, a knight of no renown
---- his lady wife, WYNAFREI WHENT
--- MERRETT FREY, b.262, known as "MERRETT MUTTONHEAD"
---- his lady wife, MARIYA DARRY
----- her children
------ AMEREI FREY, b.282
--- GEREMY FREY, b.263, a knight in service to Lord DARRY
---- his lady wife, CAROLEI WAYNWOOD
--- RAYMUND FREY, b.264, a knight in service to Lord DARRY
---- his lady wife, BEONY BEESBURY
- his lady wife, ALYSSA BLACKWOOD
-- her children
--- LOTHAR FREY, b.266, known as "LAME LOTHAR", a noted administrator
--- JAMMOS FREY, b.267, a squire for Ser WALDER RIVERS
--- WHALEN FREY, b.268, a squire for Ser HOSTEEN FREY
--- MORYA FREY, b.269, a lady-in-waiting for Lady LYTHENE FREY
--- TYTA FREY, b.270, a lady-in-waiting for Lady GENNA LANNISTER
- his lady wife, BETHANY ROSBY
-- her children
--- PERWYN FREY, b.273, a page for Lord GOODBROOK
--- BENFREY FREY, b.274, a ward and page for Lord ROSBY
--- WILLAMEN FREY, b.276
--- OLVYAR FREY, b.281
--- ROSLIN FREY, b.282
- his common and unacknowledged lovers
-- their offspring
--- WALDER RIVERS, b.260, known as "BASTARD WALDER", a knight
--- MELWYS RIVERS, b.264, a young maester hopeful
--- JEYNE RIVERS, b.280
--- MARTYN RIVERS, b.268
--- RYGER RIVERS, b.256
--- RONEL RIVERS, b.269
--- MELLARA RIVERS, b.277

Lords Bannermen and Sworn Retainers

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THEO FREY, a knight and cousin
- ALYS FREY, his daughter
JON FREY, a knight and cousin, grandson of a Ser ADDAM FREY
- JYANNA FREY, his daughter
RONEL CHARLTON, lord of BRIARKEEP
AUDREY CHARLTON, a knight
EDMURE ERENFORD, lord of ERENFORD
LESLYN HAIGH, knight of MIREFORD

#BlueFlowersOnTheRedFord

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Walder Frey, Old Frey

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Titles: Lord of the Crossing
Culture: Northern Riverlord
Age: B.208 (74)
Gender: Male
Appearance: scrawny, long-necked, bald, has the appearance of a weasel, with clouded eyes
Religion: Faith of the Seven
Liege Lord: House Tully, House Targaryen
Coat of Arms: twin towers, blue on grey
Total Military Strength: 5,000

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Stevron Frey, heir to the Twins

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Culture: Northern Riverlord
Age: B.230
Gender: Male
Religion: Faith of the Seven
Liege Lord: House Frey
Coat of Arms: twin towers, blue on grey

Ryman Frey, Ser

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Culture: Northern Riverlord
Age: B.248
Gender: Male
Religion: Faith of the Seven
Liege Lord: House Frey
Coat of Arms: twin towers, blue on grey

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Emmon Frey, Ser

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Culture: Northern Riverlord
Age: B.237
Gender: Male
Religion: Faith of the Seven
Liege Lord: House Lannister
Coat of Arms: twin towers, blue on grey

Aenys Frey, Ser

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Culture: Northern Riverlord
Age: B.240
Gender: Male
Religion: Faith of the Seven
Liege Lord: House Frey
Coat of Arms: twin towers, blue on grey

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Hosteen Frey, Ser

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Culture: Northern Riverlord
Age: B.255
Gender: Male
Religion: Faith of the Seven
Liege Lord: House Frey
Coat of Arms: twin towers, blue on grey

Merrett Frey, Muttonhead

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Culture: Northern Riverlord
Age: B.262
Gender: Male
Religion: Faith of the Seven
Liege Lord: House Frey
Coat of Arms: twin towers, blue on grey

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Lothar Frey, the Lame

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Culture: Northern Riverlord
Age: B.266
Gender: Male
Religion: Faith of the Seven
Liege Lord: House Frey
Coat of Arms: twin towers, blue on grey

Walder Rivers, the Bastard

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Culture: Northern Riverlord
Age: B.260
Gender: Male
Religion: Faith of the Seven
Liege Lord: House Frey
Coat of Arms: twin towers, grey on blue, beneath red bend sinister

House Frey

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WALDER FREY, b.208, Lord of the CROSSING, known as "OLD FREY"
- his lady wife, PERRA ROYCE
-- her children
--- STEVRON FREY, b.230, heir to the CROSSING, a knight
---- his lady wife, CORENNA SWANN
----- her children
------ RYMAN FREY, b.248, a knight, fat and considered stupid
------- his lady wife, SELYSE FOSSOWAY
-------- EDWYN FREY, b.270, a young boy, serving as squire for Lord ERENFORD
-------- WALDER FREY, b.274, known as "BLACK WALDER", a young boy, serving as page for Lord HAIGH
-------- PETYR FREY, b.281, a babe
---- his lady wife, JEYNE LYDDEN
----- her children
------ AEGON FREY, b.248, known as "JINGEBELLS", a dimwitted fool
------ MAEGELLE FREY, b.253, once considered pretty, turned fat
------- her husband, DAFYN VANCE
-------- his children
--------- MARIANNE VANCE, b.278
---- his lady wife, MARSELLA WAYNWOOD
----- her children
------ WALTON FREY, b.258, a knight in service to Lord WAYNWOOD
------- his lady wife, DEANA HARDYNG
-------- her children
--------- STEFFON FREY, b.276, a sweet young boy
--------- WALDA FREY, b.280
--- EMMON FREY, b.237, a knight in service to Lord LANNISTER
---- his lady wife, GENNA LANNISTER
----- her children
------ CLEOS FREY, b.265, a young knight in service to Lord LANNISTER
------- his lady wife, JEYNE DARRY
------ LYONEL FREY, b.273, a young page in service to Lord LANNISTER
------ TION FREY, b.281, a babe
--- AENYS FREY, b.240, a knight
---- his lady wife, TYANA WYLDE
----- their children
------ AEGON FREY, b.262, a knight
------ RHAEGAR FREY, b.270, a young boy, squires for Ser SYMOND FREY
--- PERRIANE FREY, b.242, a soft-spoken woman
---- her husband, LESLYN HAIGH, knight of MIREFORD
----- his children
------ HARYS HAIGH, b.265
------ DONNEL HAIGH, b.270
------ ALYN HAIGH, b.277
- his lady wife, CYRENNA SWANN
-- her children
--- JARED FREY, b.248, a knight, known for his arrogance
---- his lady wife, ALYS FREY
----- her children
------ TYTOS FREY, b.264, a squire for Lord CHARLTON
------- his lady wife, ZOE BLANETREE
------ KYRA FREY, b.270, a young and pretty girl
--- LUCEON FREY, b.252, a septon in KING'S LANDING
- his lady wife, AMEREI CRAKEHALL
-- her children
--- HOSTEEN FREY, b.255, a knight and noted soldier
---- his lady wife, BELLENA HAYWICK
----- ARWOOD FREY, b.279
--- LYTHENE FREY, b.257
---- her husband, LUCIAS VYPREN, lord of LILYPAD
----- his children
------ ELYANA VYPREN, b.276
------ DAMON VYPREN, b.279
--- SYMOND FREY, b.257, a spymaster
---- his lady wife, BETHARIOS of BRAAVOS
----- her children
------ ALESANDER FREY, b.280
------ ALYX FREY, b.282
--- DANWELL FREY, b.259, a knight of no renown
---- his lady wife, WYNAFREI WHENT
--- MERRETT FREY, b.262, known as "MERRETT MUTTONHEAD"
---- his lady wife, MARIYA DARRY
----- her children
------ AMEREI FREY, b.282
--- GEREMY FREY, b.263, a knight in service to Lord DARRY
---- his lady wife, CAROLEI WAYNWOOD
--- RAYMUND FREY, b.264, a knight in service to Lord DARRY
---- his lady wife, BEONY BEESBURY
- his lady wife, ALYSSA BLACKWOOD
-- her children
--- LOTHAR FREY, b.266, known as "LAME LOTHAR", a noted administrator
--- JAMMOS FREY, b.267, a squire for Ser WALDER RIVERS
--- WHALEN FREY, b.268, a squire for Ser HOSTEEN FREY
--- MORYA FREY, b.269, a lady-in-waiting for Lady LYTHENE FREY
--- TYTA FREY, b.270, a lady-in-waiting for Lady GENNA LANNISTER
- his lady wife, BETHANY ROSBY
-- her children
--- PERWYN FREY, b.273, a page for Lord GOODBROOK
--- BENFREY FREY, b.274, a ward and page for Lord ROSBY
--- WILLAMEN FREY, b.276
--- OLVYAR FREY, b.281
--- ROSLIN FREY, b.282
- his common and unacknowledged lovers
-- their offspring
--- WALDER RIVERS, b.260, known as "BASTARD WALDER", a knight
--- MELWYS RIVERS, b.264, a young maester hopeful
--- JEYNE RIVERS, b.280
--- MARTYN RIVERS, b.268
--- RYGER RIVERS, b.256
--- RONEL RIVERS, b.269
--- MELLARA RIVERS, b.277

Lords Bannermen and Sworn Retainers

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THEO FREY, a knight and cousin
- ALYS FREY, his daughter
JON FREY, a knight and cousin, grandson of a Ser ADDAM FREY
- JYANNA FREY, his daughter
RONEL CHARLTON, lord of BRIARKEEP
AUDREY CHARLTON, a knight
EDMURE ERENFORD, lord of ERENFORD
LESLYN HAIGH, knight of MIREFORD

#BlueFlowersOnTheRedFord

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