Hey man, I lost mine to some wanderlust monarch and will be suffering a prestige hit because of that, but I’m not complaining am I?
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by The Imperial Warglorian Empire » Fri Feb 14, 2020 1:41 am
by The Imperial Warglorian Empire » Fri Feb 14, 2020 1:43 am
The Anarcho-Syndicalist Commune wrote:Nuxipal wrote:
Except.. with only one Targ, it means only one dragonrider. Not to mention, the other two dragons aren't as big as they would be in 22-24 years.
Maybe if Vaelena rides one, but no Velaryon has ridden a dragon to this point. Even the Half-Targaryen ones. Maybe local disputes like Crackclaw point. Or intervening around the Blackwater, but unless something drastic happens, I don't foresee any reason for Aerion to risk himself and his dragon. Its not like he has the army to hold any conquered lands either.
I mean, Aegon fucked up the entire Volantene fleet single handily.
by Dragos Bee » Fri Feb 14, 2020 2:01 am
Ormata wrote:If you throw hundreds of arrows into the air, one of them will hit the rider.
by Dragos Bee » Fri Feb 14, 2020 2:07 am
by Roman Imperator » Fri Feb 14, 2020 3:01 am
Dragos Bee wrote:Double-post: People who have already posted Kingdom Sheets do not need to make a Character for their Leader...
Name: Maelenya Valyreos
Appearance:
Age: 30
Bio:
Even amongst the other Old Blood families, the Valyreos have one of the purest Low Valyrian bloodlines flowing in their veins. Generations upon generation of inbreeding between their own family members made sure of that. Their forefathers were very obsessed and meticulous when it came to keeping their succession lines clean of all foreign filth. As proof, their heirs bore all the trademark of the beautiful Valyrians, from their fair skin to their divine silver-gold hair and their deep-blue eyes. This came at a cost however, and almost every successor of the Valyreos family was born with some genetic defect, ranging from insanity, to chronic illnesses and sometimes when the gods wanted a good laugh....disfigurement and limb malformations.
As such, despite their pure lineage and ancient history, the Valyreos are prevented from rarely holding long-term political power in Volantis by the very blood-line they seek to keep pure. Maelenya Valyreos was different however. She was born with all the physical attributes her family sires wished they had and none of the genetic defects they were plagued with.....or so it seemed. Like her forefathers before her, Maelenya was raised with an undying loyalty to her family and the burning ambition to uphold and better the family legacy. Unlike them, however, Maelenya preferred worship of R'hllor than to the old gods of Valyria that her kin kept faith with. When this was made known, it slowly won her the favor and support of both the slaves and the freedmen especially when she became a direct patron to the Temple of The Lord of Light in later years. She also disagreed with her family's methods of keeping the blood-line pure. Maelenya understood that the consequences far outweighed the benefits of inbreeding and was the first of her kin to refuse marriage to a sibling or a closely-related relative with the same blood.
When Maelenya came of age, she began seeking other suitors with pure-enough Valyrian blood in them to wed and bed. Maelenya's beauty by then had become the talk and gossip of all Volantis, both within and without the Black Wall and even across to its sister-cities of Selhorys, Volon Therys and Valysar. It wasn't long before suitors came flocking from all walks of life but Maelenya had already set her eyes on the then Triarch of Volantis, Marqelo Tagaros. It didn't take long for her to seduce a man two decades older than herself and persuade him to abandon his wife and concubines and to take her hand in matrimony. They got married and before long, Maelenya became pregnant with his seed. Several years later, after the birth of their only daughter, Triarch Marqelo Tagaros suddenly died in his bed asleep. Most thought his death was natural and contributed it to his old age and ailing health. Others, especially the rivals and enemies of the Valyreos, knew better and suspected that Maelenya had poisoned her husband with the Sweetsleep.
That belief was cemented when in the following year's election, Maelenya Valyreos took her deceased husband's place as a new Triarch of Volantis, having won the support of the freeborn and seduced another older Triarch to her side. As a tiger of the Old Blood, Maelenya strives to seal her family's name and legacy by sealing New Valyria's dominion over all the Disputed Lands. More importantly, she seeks to raise the purity and status of of the Valyreos bloodline and looks west to the last of the High Valyrian families with a plan to do so.
Mundane Skills:
Politically astute and extremely well-versed in political and diplomatic matters. Maelenya is famous for her skill in hiding her true thoughts and emotions and switching them around to change a conversation/discussion to her benefit. From her childhood to adulthood, her slaves, servants, parents and siblings have always felt unnerved at her ability to smile and charm someone one moment and then subtly threaten and terrorize them the next with a calm and cold demeanor. Maelenya has also shown great cunning and intellect when it comes to military planning and strategy.
Magic (If Any): N/A
Personality:
Maelenya is extremely charismatic with the looks and outward behavior of a true queen. Most people are blinded by her beauty and her visible actions, but deep down she is as apathetic and cold-hearted as an Unsullied soldier. She has no qualms killing children or betraying friends and comrades if they stand in the way of her family legacy. Virtues like kindness and love are all mere tools for her to use in fulfilling her familial ambitions. Her one redeeming quality is her love for her children and she does truly love them to a certain extent, but all her sons, except her eldest, remain afraid of her for like most, they can never comprehend her true nature.
Unfortunately for all her beauty, intellect and outward perfection, Maelenya does have a secret genetic affliction passed down by her sires. Once in awhile on very random occasions, her body would give into sudden epileptic seizures where she would lose control of her body to horrifying fits. Without the help of her longtime slave and trusted confident, Sira, Maelenya would have swallowed her tongue and choked to death a long time ago. It comes as no surprise that the only one she truly trusts is Sira for nobody else, not even her own children, know of her affliction.
Kingdom: Volantis / New Valyria
Is he/she a Ruler? Yes
Heir(s):
1. Daemon Valyreos - oldest son
2. Vaegor Valyreos - 2nd oldest son
3. Garon Valyreos - youngest son
4. Alaera Valyreos - daughter
by Roman Imperator » Fri Feb 14, 2020 3:03 am
by Guuj Xaat Kil » Fri Feb 14, 2020 3:05 am
by Roman Imperator » Fri Feb 14, 2020 3:10 am
Guuj Xaat Kil wrote:While you lot are killing each other I'm just gonna trade.
And maybe turn Ibben into the first true republic.
by The Harvest » Fri Feb 14, 2020 3:11 am
by The Imperial Warglorian Empire » Fri Feb 14, 2020 3:16 am
Dragos Bee wrote:Double-post: People who have already posted Kingdom Sheets do not need to make a Character for their Leader...
by Dragos Bee » Fri Feb 14, 2020 5:15 am
Ormata wrote:HOUSE APPLICATION(Image)
Name: House Feather
Coat Of Arms: White, Golden Sphere, Black Feather
Motto: “Our Hearts Light”
Location: The North, East of King’s Road, North of Last River, Northwest of Last Hearth
Military Strength: 200 cavalry, 2,500 infantryCavalry from House Feather generally are of the skirmishing nature with the same armor equipment as the infantry, with a kettle helm and gambuseon, though are armed with ironwood shortbows. Their deployment can be characterized as marauding, used to harass the enemy flanks and rear and engage enemy routed infantry. Feather infantry are noted for the standardization of their equipment, which generally can be considered a short spear, round shield (ironwood, a rim of steel, bossed, 30-35 inches in diameter), shovel, short blade, kettle helm with wide brim, and gambuseon. For archers, the equipment is roughly the same with the inclusion of an ironwood flatbow. Tactics often involve the use of deep trenches before and around the lines, shieldwalls or three line maniples, and the use of heavy infantry charges to end combat rapidly.
Economic Strength: Average
History:The history of House Feather is recorded via The Old Annals, firstly a work of disgraced and exiled Maester Thomis during his time as an engineer upon the Wall, which details eventually the events of the Houses Founding and continues to this day. A landless soldier by the name of Foy, during the raising of the Wall, would study under the exiled Maester, curious to know of the man, why he was exiled, and what he might tell. Through the Maester, Foy learned much in the way of architecture, much in the way of fortifications, and when that Wall was completed, he rode farther south with the Maester and a small band in tow, in part acting as the Maester’s guard against what marauders and highwaymen there may be and in part to forge out what they themselves wished.
Eventually the group of fifty men would find themselves several dozen miles northwest of Last Hearth and House Umber, and begin construction of their own stronghold. Built from the ironwood of the nearby forest, what would become Foy’s Point started as a simple settlement of half-sunken houses covered by snow, low walls, and hundreds of spikes circling the estate. Near the Last River, their ability to trade and hunt ensured the settlement’s survival through many harsh winters though Foy himself was not satisfied. He began to send out patrols, managing the area about his estate through force of arms, establishing himself with other townships as an honorable man. Such patrols would become known to train local townsfolk in the arts of combat and siegework, turning what otherwise defenseless towns into places able to withstand a raid or two by the Wildlings. Such sieges also become known for their keenness in hunting raiders, deserters, and other such filth of the land.
Two years into Foy’s Point, the fort was approached by a small retinue headed by bannermen of House Stark who delivered a message. Such a message made the demand for Foy to go to Winterfell, give word on his case as to why he made such a settlement, and for what Lords there to make their cases for ownership of the settlement to be included in their lands. The raising of random, wanton settlements was not unknown, but what settlements which did exist had to be accounted for and to be held within the domain of one Lord or another. As Foy’s Point began operation nearly outside the lands of that of House Umber’s, such a discussion for ownership had to be had. Before Foy had even arrived, the head for House Umber was already making his case to Bran the Builder at Winterfell, saying that even good deeds had to be accounted for in the laws of the land.
When the smallfolk Foy made his case, he did so with little restraint, stating that they had strengthened those about them, trained, them, fortified them without the aid or approval of House Umber, that the raiders upon the road preyed no longer, and that the chance to do all this and more had already been presented to House Umber through time itself. Foy argued that he had done all this, that the labours were his and his men's alone, and that to deprive them of such a thing would be wrong on every level. Foy had planned, of course, to abandon the fort if the King did not agree, and yet Bran the Builder was an honest man, in part a kind man, and most certainly grateful for the elimination of highwaymen on the King’s Road. He granted Foy the title of being a bannerman in his realm, ruling his settlement with a more apt title than “Foy’s Point”, and taking control over those villages affected by his actions. When asked his family name, which Foy had none at the time, the smallfolk looked about, saw a black feather on the ground, and replied with the very same. While good in building and training, he was not well known for his creativity in names. Likewise, Foy’s Point was renamed to Irontown due to the Ironwood in it’s construction. He would marry one of the numerous Glover daughters, giving rise to House Feather.
Since then, House Feather has held faith with the Starks on any and all occasions, fielding the army when necessary. Most notable would be their willingness to go against the Wilding raiders in support of the Night’s Watch, sending riders and soldiers to aid them when necessary, fortifying those towns under their control when necessary, and generally acting with honor. Feathers are known for their libertine attitudes towards smallfolk, their lack of serfs and subsequent citizen-infantry, and the stoutness of their battle lines and attitudes.CHARACTER APPLICATION(Image)
Name: Lord Eyan Feather, The Little Feather
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance:Standing at 6’1”, by most accounts a tall man, Eyan is well-built for his height with square shoulders, well muscles, and calloused hands. His brown hair is longer than most in standard Northman fashion, with a smaller beard by the virtue that the man cannot grow hair on his jaw. Due to his nature, many scars can be found about his own body from both arrows and sword strikes. Eyan prefers to wear simpler clothing in line with most North Lords, taking comfort in solid tunics, wool jackets, and coats.
Biography:Born in Ironwood to Lord Kaegan Feather and Lady Khelsie Feather née Forrester, Eyan’s earliest life was one of the usual hunts and rides, albeit with some modifications compared to the more conventional Houses. Taught by his father personally, Eyan learned to write from an exceptionally young age compared to most, in part to ensure that the Old Annals are always kept whatever may come for the Lord Kaegan Feather and in part to ensure that nothing may pass Eyan’s eyes without him being able to read it. In terms of hunts, it would be on such occasion in Eyan’s twelfth year that the hunting party would be ambushed by a raiding party of Wildlings. With two of his retainers killed, Eyan took up his bow from horseback and downed two Wildlings before taking-up a spear, nearly falling over from the weight, and skewering another. For these actions, his father was exceptionally pleased, commended and praised his son with a feast in honor of the dead men and his son’s ability, and generally was more than happy with the outcome. His mother, meanwhile, coddled Eyan briefly before realizing he too was pleased with himself.
Mundane Skills:
Since then, the training of “The Little Feather” as he would become known, was accelerated, the youth practicing his swordsmanship with many a soldier, both in the field and in practices at home, with the vast majority of such practices concerning fighting Wildlings, their dogs, and things of that nature. House Feather, after all, had little inclination to or believe that it would face the other soldiers of the Seven Kingdoms, both due to their size and geography, and yet he would still be trained far better than any common soldier or even many a nobleman in the arts of war. He learned, in addition to the simple sword, the use of the round shield, plate, and how one may stand in the shield wall or three line. As stout of spirit as many, he grew to be used to that battle line, to the control over it, to the abilities of it. Despite this focus, the other aspects of lordship were not neglected during that period of his life, with Eyan at one point being assigned as a Ward to House Stark in order to further his education.
His time with the Starks was enlightening to say the least, learning of the rule of law, a strong hand, and a hint of the stalwart nature of those Starks. In addition to this, on the whole he found himself more of the styling in "he who passes the sentence should swing the sword". Nevertheless, following this time as a Ward, his father made one final test for his son, before the man might step down and allow him to rule. Kaegan Feather said his son must pass beyond the Wall, up into the Haunted Forest and Beyond, and hunt Wildlings for a full month. No retainers would be given for this task. Eyan marched, taking his bow and a full quiver, and did not return for two and, upon his return, came with a quiver of Wildling arrows, his own bow, a bow of Wildling make, and a belt lined with cut squares of Wildling cloak. He walked through the gates, through the Gift, and when finally at his bed, slept for what his mother said a fortnight, though such a thing is unlikely. When he had departed, Eyan was just fifteen years old and, in his time Beyond the Wall, had found himself to be the possessor of far more than merely a sharp eye. He was a Warg, an exceptionally late-blooming Warg who used such a tool to better hunt his human prey. Eyan would keep this hidden from all, including his closest family, for fear that such a thing may be considered unnatural.
After resting and speaking to his father over the experiences therein, Eyan was granted the title of Lord, his father choosing to peacefully abdicate and become instead an advisor, and since then has ruled with a moderately distant hand. He would not often involve himself in the affairs of law and judgement, nor often meddle in the affairs of the woodsmen and fishermen, though when he did so it was to correct mistakes made by one party of another. The man is seen more frequently on the hunt against Wilding raiders.Archery & Swordsmanship
Magic: WargDue to his tutelage under the various masters-at-arms of Irontown and those of Winterfell, his time south and north of the Wall, Eyan is well versed in the methods of both the bow and melee combat. While he cannot be considered an excellent swordsman, solid tactics, good armor, and a preference to engage with due superiority helps him in keeping alive while on the battlefield.
Small Unit StrategyWhile lacking in knowledge or experience in the arts of grand strategy, of vast armies and campaigns, Eyan does hold a good deal of experience with smaller units of around five hundred men, utilizing his shieldwalls and three lines to deadly effect as a strong block of infantry against any enemy foe. In battle, one might consider him to take up the role of the captain, the man immediately at the line who directs it against the immediate foe. Ambush tactics, strong flanks, and the holding of line are those tasks to which he excels at against most odds. In addition to this, his skills at marauding cavalry to harass or intercept Wildling raiding parties is not to be understated as Eyan is a capable rider who is able in the encirclement tactic.
Eyan Feather is a Warg, one of those capable of entering the minds of animals nearby and perceiving the world through them, controlling them. Such actions are most often with birds such as sparrows, crows, and finches due to their commonality, bird’s eye view of the battlefield, and speed, though Eyan has taken the mind of squirrels and winter foxes before. Warging has not at all become a common thing for Eyan due to his fears of discovery.
Personality:Quiet and with full understanding of history, those who have not seen Eyan in battle would characterize him more as a scholar than anything else. They know him by his seldom few words, his voice never above calming, and his endless pouring-over of ancient histories. Those who have seen the man in battle know him by a bull’s voice in the din of battle, a roar heard amongst the shieldwall, by his strong arm dedication to his men. When engaged in single combat, many would state the man to be savage, a killer who takes preference in the shock of his tactics, the brutality of them, charging into a foe with his shield to drop them on the ground and finish them off, there and then, before the battle can last more than a few breaths. To those Wildling foes, he is lacking in all mercy, seeing them as forfeited that right when they crossed down to the North. Nevertheless, despite this duality, Eyan Feather is by all accounts an exceptionally honorable man even among the Northmen, one who upholds the guest’s rights with duty and who takes preference in marrying for both love and politics.
House: House Feather
Heir(s): N/A
by Nuxipal » Fri Feb 14, 2020 6:56 am
by Arlye Austros » Fri Feb 14, 2020 6:59 am
by The Anarcho-Syndicalist Commune » Fri Feb 14, 2020 7:41 am
Nuxipal wrote:Dragos Bee wrote:
Depends on how skilled the rider is.
And how big the dragon is. The dragon can simply just open its wingspan and shield the rider without being harmed if its as big as say.. Balerion. Normal arrows and bolts wouldn't penetrate the scales of a full sized dragon. A scorpion would, though its been nearly a century since anyone faced a dragon in combat and its very likely the thought process of how to combat dragons effectively would be lost to time and the Doom.
by Guuj Xaat Kil » Fri Feb 14, 2020 7:44 am
by Union Princes » Fri Feb 14, 2020 7:47 am
by Nuxipal » Fri Feb 14, 2020 8:38 am
Guuj Xaat Kil wrote:Big brain moment, try hatching a dragon by using a blast furnace or make dragonsteel out of it, if it dies.
by Nea Videssos » Fri Feb 14, 2020 8:40 am
Nuxipal wrote:Guuj Xaat Kil wrote:Big brain moment, try hatching a dragon by using a blast furnace or make dragonsteel out of it, if it dies.
Unfortunately, that's not exactly how Valyrian Steel was made, from what I can remember, you need a dragon, a living dragon, to provide the fires to make a dragonsteel weapon. Reforging previoiusly made Valyrian Steel.. you probably could find several hundred blacksmiths in Volantis, a dozen or so in any given free city and maybe one or two in Oldtown, Lannisport or Gulltown. Maybe White Harbor, but then we are getting off the beaten path a little bit.
by The Anarcho-Syndicalist Commune » Fri Feb 14, 2020 8:40 am
Nuxipal wrote:Guuj Xaat Kil wrote:Big brain moment, try hatching a dragon by using a blast furnace or make dragonsteel out of it, if it dies.
Unfortunately, that's not exactly how Valyrian Steel was made, from what I can remember, you need a dragon, a living dragon, to provide the fires to make a dragonsteel weapon. Reforging previoiusly made Valyrian Steel.. you probably could find several hundred blacksmiths in Volantis, a dozen or so in any given free city and maybe one or two in Oldtown, Lannisport or Gulltown. Maybe White Harbor, but then we are getting off the beaten path a little bit.
by Nea Videssos » Fri Feb 14, 2020 8:42 am
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