A Song of Ice And Fire - The Bleeding Years

[Union Princes]

tagging, is House Tully still available?

Yeap it is. But honestly we are looking for players to app for the Great Houses first since they vital for our current timeline.

EDIT:

Only if your interested/want to of course. No pressure

Available Great Houses:

House Gardener of The Reach
House Stark of The North
House Martell of Dorne
House Durrandon of The Stormlands

Yup, this is the Bleeding Years, just before Aegon's conquest

[Vrijstaat Limburg]

Ns notiz

Name: House Marrayne of Mornstone Keep
Coat Of Arms: WIP
House words: “I serve the Seven.”
Location: The land west of the fingers and north of the mountains of the moon.
Vassal of: House Arryn of the Eyrie
Military Strength: Household knights: 3 men (standing), Keep guards: 53 men (standing), Available levies: 1000 (inactive)
Economic Strength: Very low
History:
Hugor's House
House Marrayne of Mornstone was founded during the Andal incursions into the Vale. Ser Hugor Marrayne, named after Hugor of the Hill, acted as an advisor to ser Artys Arryn, and followed the greatest Andal warrior of his time across the Narrow Sea to the promised land. When Artys marched on the united First Men coalition in the Vale Proper, Hugor set out for the lands west of the Fingers. Ser Corwyn Corbray, a rival of Marrayne’s, had claimed the Fingers for himself before, but Marrayne was optimistic and set out to civilize and convert the pagan First Men north of the Mountains of the Moon. When Hugor Marrayne launched his invasion into the northwestern territories, Artys Arryn tried to scramble his troops to deliver a victory against the First Man alliance that had formed against him. And just as the aging Hugor set up camp in the stormy wildlands behind the Fingers, Artys struck a crushing blow against his Westerosi adversaries at the battle of the Seven Stars, and was named King of Mountain and Vale. Hugor Marrayne was deeply upset for not being present at the decisive victory over the First Men, and returned to King Artys’ court with shame. His operations had been somewhat succesful in the northwest, with hundreds of forceful conversions laying down the law for savage heathens, but Artys, who now found himself in the very fertile Vale Proper, found that Hugor’s land was not worth settling. Hugor tried to convince his liege to let him manage the lands up north, so as to route and destroy any leftover First Man armies that had fled to hide in the Mountains of the Moon. Arryn gave his advisor leave to tame the wildlands, and Hugor set out to create a castle in the north-western flank of the Vale, to repel any invader that would try to invade through the Fingers. The Marrayne castle woukd stand between a steep cliff to the south and the rocky shores of the Bite to the north, occupying a strategically defendable mountain pass overlooking a miniscule valley below. Those that would try to invade would gaze upon a sun coming up in the east, a sun that would appear behind the tall castle walls. The andal lord dubbed his new home “Mornstone Keep”, and administered his lands directly. Whereas the Arryns, blinded by their high life near Giant’s Lance, would import marble from across the Narrow Sea, the economically disadvantaged Marraynes would work the quarries, and would use Vale stone, regardless of how ugly it turned out to be. Hugor, who was amongst the more experienced, older knights when the Andals crossed, was now starting to get older and older, and as the Vale consolidated itself into one distinct political being, he once again began dazzling in court life at the Gates of the Moon. He was caught up in a political debacle regarding the treatment of those that still clung to the Old Gods. Hugor, as the conservative and fundamentalist Andal, believed that those that would not convert deserved no quarter, that they had to be put to death. He argued that, when Hugor of the Hill envisioned a “golden land between towering mountains”, he wouldn’t have wanted it to be stained with a First Men population. Similarly, Hugor and his clique proposed that Arryn forces lead the charge against the pagans in the Riverlands. The Corbray family, whose troop numbers had been exhausted after years of war, whose knights had now become landed and whose levies were once more working the fields, felt rather astranged to the idea of continual war, and felt that continuing their dominion over their territory would lead to greater wealth. The Corbrays and the Morraynes, who had gotten into plenty of disagreements during the war with the Bronze King, were now at each other’s throats once more. The Corbray lord had wed the daughter of a First Man lord that he slew, and he’d made a First Man’s wife into his concubine. He believed that subjugating them and intermarrying with the First Men was preferable to cleansing them from Vale lands. Morrayne and his war hawks were eventually bested by Corbray and the more prominent Andal families that now reigned in the Vale proper. The king agreed to further consolidate the realm, and agreed to stay within the borders of the Vale. Hugor, embarassed by his liege’s decisions, retreated back into his cold, mountaineous keep, where he would die later.

The Andal legacy
Hugor’s values of religious fundamentalism and militaristic extremity stayed with those that bore his name. Mornstone keep, due to its geographical distance to the Eyrie, the Vale Proper and the Gates of the Moon, as well as Hugor’s ever-increasing weariness of court politics, made it so that the Marraynes kept to their own devices. Ser Artor Marrayne, Hugor’s firstborn son and heir apparant, promised his father to take the reins and continue to administrate the lands. The difficulty that Hugor’s son had, however, was that he was no farmer or steward. Warrior blood flowed through his veins, so economic mismanagement ravaged his lands. The Marraynes were however able to crush mountain bandit attacks on their territory, so even though the coffers were empty, pagan blood was still spread. Artor’s decision to crack down on the mountain clans whilst neglecting his own personal spending earned him some ridicule at court. The andal lords that now sat with the Arryn king jested at Artor’s ragged clothes, rusty armour and chipped sword, but whilst most sneered, some respected the young lord to sticking to his father’s wishes and defending his lands. When the young Marrayne knight visited his liege at the top of Giant’s Lance, where many lords had been summoned to witness the construction of a new castle named “The Eyrie”, he advised him to launch an attack against the North, where they would get an opportunity to crush the primitive Crannogmen and spread the one true faith throughout the entire continent. His advice was naturally turned down, and a Marrayne returned to Mornstone Keep in shame once more. Though they may not be the greatest stewards or the best politicians, the ancient Andal house of Marrayne knows its codes of honour and respects its Andal past. The house prides itself in its long list of knight-lords, where many of the house heads had lived as knights previously, aligning with their ancient customs and culture.

The Marrayne obsession with heritage, their religious fundamentalism and their opposition to anything that threatens their worldview has made it so that their relatively unprosperous fields haven’t been cultivated. New discoveries and invents don’t make it over the Mountains of the Moon, and life is still very much simple in Mornstone Keep and its surrounding hills. Due to their inability to adapt to new circumstances, and their reliance on brawns over brains has given the Marraynes the not-so-charming nickname of “Mornstone morons”, or “Marrayne madmen”.

And so the line lives on. The current head of the house, lord Argos Marrayne, is not interested in change. He, much like his ancestors before him, is still in favour of invading the north. Despite their repeated failures in court politics, Ser Argos still tries to stay in touch with the King of Mountain and Vale, but his lack of a proper education and experience in politics and diplomacy makes it difficult for him to play The Game.



Name: Ser Argos Marrayne
Appearance: Ser Argos stands at about 5 feet and 6.5 inches, which is about the average height for a man from the northern Vale. His family’s financial hardships made it so that the humble Marraynes often could not feed themselves properly, living on the same farmer’s diet as many of their subjects did. Lord Marrayne, as young as he may be, looks physically older and more tired due to the heavy work that he used to do for ser Templeton and the malnourishment that he received as a child. This impacted his growth and stature quite a lot, and though he is very slender, Argos is very athletic for a man his age. He might not be the strongest man around, but he’s determined to make up for his lack of strength in speed and stamina, and even though he’s not at all a large man, he still chooses to wield his family’s ancestral greatsword, sometimes with great difficulty.
Age: 18 years of age
Bio: Argos Marrayne was born on the 3rd day of the 7th moon in Mornstone Keep. He spent his childhood, attending religious sermons at the keep’s chapel, practicing with wooden swords, and listening to his father’s tales of canninal mountain clans that would disfigure and eat those that they slew. Argos’ rigid upbringing turned him into a somewhat of a cold person, that relied on his seven prayers a day and athletic exercise over his studies or administrative genius. Indeed, the Marraynes did not call for a maester’s services, as they deemed them to be too modernistic and expensive. It is the refusal to adapt to the modern world that kept Argos illiterate. The hardworking peasants got about to working on their farms, they could fight if they got levied, and they never had any overpaid celibate old men teach them anything, so why should he? One could call Argos a populist, at least in comparison to his peers. His politics, though they are not at all progressive, shine a light on the importance of the peasant class to feed them, and though he still believes in a divine right that has placed him above the peasants, he still sympathises with them, especially because some of them are of Andal ancestry. Some of the unfortunate souls that have to work the fields in the stormy wildlands north of the Mountains of the Moon are descended from those that traveled with the well-respected Andal knights. The pages and squires that fought alongside the heroes of Andalos, that settled in Hugor of the Hill’s promised land, now had the lands that they were buried in being pillaged by First Man scum. If he could fraternize with anyone, it was with those men and women on the fields, the victims of assault after assault, not the wealthy nobles that spent their days writing letters and kissing feet.

Aside from his political loyalties to the king, Argos feels a strong bound to the High Septon in Oldtown. Though he’s not a great fan of internal reforms within the Faith, he views the head of the Faith of the Seven as the figurehead of the foundation of Westerosi society, and it would be a very tough choice for him to follow his king or the High Septon if the two were ever at odds with one another.

At the age of 6, Argos was sent to Ninestars to serve as a page for Ser Edmyn Templeton. The Templetons were ‘mere’ landes knights, and though it was generally strange for a lord to send a son to a landed knight to be trained, the Marraynes simply did not have the connections to send Argos anywhere else. Their isolation beyond the Mountains of the Moon had alienated them from court life to such an extent that, not only did they find it difficult to manage their expenses, they lost ties to other houses in the vale. When Agor arrived at Ninestars, he found that his values, though they were not shared by his hosts, were generally accepted by them. The Templetons found his praying schedule to be a bit excessive and his inclination to violence a lottle overwhelming, but managed to turn his energy about to form him into a hardworking page. Argos was honour-bound and honest, but the Templeton host agreed that he was definitely a bit simple, and not that drawn to academia or scholarly thought. Argos spent about two years of his life toiling as a page and a cupbearer, before being ‘promoted’ to a squire at the age of 9. He was much more interested in carrying his ser’s armour than he was in filling cups and pouring ale, and despite the heavy weightlifting that squiring brought with it, he enjoyed it quite a lot. Now, Argos didn’t know it then, but he often agreed with his ancestor, ser Hugor, that the tensions with the North should result in war. The skirmishes between the Arryns and the Starks fascinated the young Marrayne, and he was greatly drawn to the propagandic and romanticized idea of warfare. Subconsciously, Argos, in his rash and undiplomatic manner, argued for a war with the Northmen, whom he described as “heathens” and “unbelievers”. Just before Argos turned 18, Ser Edmyn Templeton traveled to a tourney hosted at Redfort, and ordered Argos to ride. The Marrayne, riding in armour that he hastily scrambled together, tried his best not to humiliate his house, and even got through two rounds of jousting. It was only when Argos rode against Ser Mathos of house Redfort, the lord’s brother, a man nearly twice his size, that Argos met his match. Still: the boy held on, and Mathos’s lance broke three times. He gained the affection of the crowd, and though he lost to that bear of a man, he was told by ser Edmyn that he would be knighted after his eighteenth nameday, on the seventh day of the seventh moon, during the religious holiday. Argos, who could soon call himself ‘ser’, was beyond thrilled, and couldn’t wait to tell his father about all the things he’d done, all the things he would yet do.

But alas, as he returned home to Mornstone Keep, he found that his father had perished some time ago. Argos was never informed, partly because his family didn’t want to disturb him in his pathway to knighthood, but mostly because hiring envoys to deliver the news was too expensive. In the meanwhile, his younger brother Tytos had been instructed to lead, but the boy was too young and was turning into a puppet for his advisors. Tytos, who was too young, unexperienced and weak to command his men, couldn’t retaliate against the invading hill tribes. Instead, the boy tried to raise taxes to pay for hedge knights to take care of the protection of towns. Once Ser Argos heard of this, he was furious. The increased taxes were undoubtably a ploy by their “advisors” to get paid more, and the lord of Mornstone Keep should show some responsibility and face the threats head-on. Argos was told to steer clear of the tribes at first, since there were no scout forces to give estimates of the size of their host. Instead, Argos is now marching on the hill tribes with a force of 47 men. 44 guards, acting as heavy infantry and archers and 3 mounted knights. The knights could act as officers, but the hierarchy within the keep’s guard allows Ser Argos to have more options, as he could just as easily command a Master at Arms to watch over and command the men.

Now, 48 Valemen are marching upon invading Hill Tribes. Advisors, such as the treasurer, the castellan and a handful of stewards, have been let off, and Tytos’ removal from power has left a power vacuum in the Marrayne household. He instructed his mother not to get involved in stately affairs, as he feels that it is not right for a woman to get mixed up in these things, and he instructed his younger siblings to avoid stepping into the limelight. Will Argos’ seizure of power and immediate march against the First Men alleviate pressure off the overtaxed peasants? Will he return to Mornstone victory, or will his head be lifted upon some tribesman’s pike? Only time will tell.
Mundane Skills: Argos would describe himself as a ‘good swordsman’, though the only reason why he might defeat one man or another is likely due to his sheer will over anything else. He’s not a large man, neither tall nor powerful, but he’s got a big fight in him, and he definitely will not back down quickly. Aside from his skills at swordsmanship, he’s an excellent rider. His lightweight physique allows him to ride relatively quickly, and his experience as a page, squire and knight grants him familiarity with horses. Finally, jousting is a great hobby of Argos’s, and though there’s much to improve, it’s bloody hard to get Argos out of the saddle.
Magic: N/A
Personality: WIP
Kingdom: The Vale of Arryn
Is he/she a Ruler? No
Heir(s): Tytos Marrayne (14-year-old brother)

Sorry if this application is a tad long - I was pretty stoked to give this rp a go. I'll be revisiting it to get it up to your standards. Please don't mind the occasional typo, I'm hoping to straighten those out ASAP.

[Ard al Islam]

Ns notiz

Name: House Marrayne of Mornstone Keep
Coat Of Arms: WIP
House words: “I serve the Seven.”
Location: The land west of the fingers and north of the mountains of the moon.
Vassal of: House Arryn of the Eyrie
Military Strength: Household knights: 3 men (standing), Keep guards: 53 men (standing), Available levies: 1000 (inactive)
Economic Strength: Very low
History:
Hugor's House
House Marrayne of Mornstone was founded during the Andal incursions into the Vale. Ser Hugor Marrayne, named after Hugor of the Hill, acted as an advisor to ser Artys Arryn, and followed the greatest Andal warrior of his time across the Narrow Sea to the promised land. When Artys marched on the united First Men coalition in the Vale Proper, Hugor set out for the lands west of the Fingers. Ser Corwyn Corbray, a rival of Marrayne’s, had claimed the Fingers for himself before, but Marrayne was optimistic and set out to civilize and convert the pagan First Men north of the Mountains of the Moon. When Hugor Marrayne launched his invasion into the northwestern territories, Artys Arryn tried to scramble his troops to deliver a victory against the First Man alliance that had formed against him. And just as the aging Hugor set up camp in the stormy wildlands behind the Fingers, Artys struck a crushing blow against his Westerosi adversaries at the battle of the Seven Stars, and was named King of Mountain and Vale. Hugor Marrayne was deeply upset for not being present at the decisive victory over the First Men, and returned to King Artys’ court with shame. His operations had been somewhat succesful in the northwest, with hundreds of forceful conversions laying down the law for savage heathens, but Artys, who now found himself in the very fertile Vale Proper, found that Hugor’s land was not worth settling. Hugor tried to convince his liege to let him manage the lands up north, so as to route and destroy any leftover First Man armies that had fled to hide in the Mountains of the Moon. Arryn gave his advisor leave to tame the wildlands, and Hugor set out to create a castle in the north-western flank of the Vale, to repel any invader that would try to invade through the Fingers. The Marrayne castle woukd stand between a steep cliff to the south and the rocky shores of the Bite to the north, occupying a strategically defendable mountain pass overlooking a miniscule valley below. Those that would try to invade would gaze upon a sun coming up in the east, a sun that would appear behind the tall castle walls. The andal lord dubbed his new home “Mornstone Keep”, and administered his lands directly. Whereas the Arryns, blinded by their high life near Giant’s Lance, would import marble from across the Narrow Sea, the economically disadvantaged Marraynes would work the quarries, and would use Vale stone, regardless of how ugly it turned out to be. Hugor, who was amongst the more experienced, older knights when the Andals crossed, was now starting to get older and older, and as the Vale consolidated itself into one distinct political being, he once again began dazzling in court life at the Gates of the Moon. He was caught up in a political debacle regarding the treatment of those that still clung to the Old Gods. Hugor, as the conservative and fundamentalist Andal, believed that those that would not convert deserved no quarter, that they had to be put to death. He argued that, when Hugor of the Hill envisioned a “golden land between towering mountains”, he wouldn’t have wanted it to be stained with a First Men population. Similarly, Hugor and his clique proposed that Arryn forces lead the charge against the pagans in the Riverlands. The Corbray family, whose troop numbers had been exhausted after years of war, whose knights had now become landed and whose levies were once more working the fields, felt rather astranged to the idea of continual war, and felt that continuing their dominion over their territory would lead to greater wealth. The Corbrays and the Morraynes, who had gotten into plenty of disagreements during the war with the Bronze King, were now at each other’s throats once more. The Corbray lord had wed the daughter of a First Man lord that he slew, and he’d made a First Man’s wife into his concubine. He believed that subjugating them and intermarrying with the First Men was preferable to cleansing them from Vale lands. Morrayne and his war hawks were eventually bested by Corbray and the more prominent Andal families that now reigned in the Vale proper. The king agreed to further consolidate the realm, and agreed to stay within the borders of the Vale. Hugor, embarassed by his liege’s decisions, retreated back into his cold, mountaineous keep, where he would die later.

The Andal legacy
Hugor’s values of religious fundamentalism and militaristic extremity stayed with those that bore his name. Mornstone keep, due to its geographical distance to the Eyrie, the Vale Proper and the Gates of the Moon, as well as Hugor’s ever-increasing weariness of court politics, made it so that the Marraynes kept to their own devices. Ser Artor Marrayne, Hugor’s firstborn son and heir apparant, promised his father to take the reins and continue to administrate the lands. The difficulty that Hugor’s son had, however, was that he was no farmer or steward. Warrior blood flowed through his veins, so economic mismanagement ravaged his lands. The Marraynes were however able to crush mountain bandit attacks on their territory, so even though the coffers were empty, pagan blood was still spread. Artor’s decision to crack down on the mountain clans whilst neglecting his own personal spending earned him some ridicule at court. The andal lords that now sat with the Arryn king jested at Artor’s ragged clothes, rusty armour and chipped sword, but whilst most sneered, some respected the young lord to sticking to his father’s wishes and defending his lands. When the young Marrayne knight visited his liege at the top of Giant’s Lance, where many lords had been summoned to witness the construction of a new castle named “The Eyrie”, he advised him to launch an attack against the North, where they would get an opportunity to crush the primitive Crannogmen and spread the one true faith throughout the entire continent. His advice was naturally turned down, and a Marrayne returned to Mornstone Keep in shame once more. Though they may not be the greatest stewards or the best politicians, the ancient Andal house of Marrayne knows its codes of honour and respects its Andal past. The house prides itself in its long list of knight-lords, where many of the house heads had lived as knights previously, aligning with their ancient customs and culture.

The Marrayne obsession with heritage, their religious fundamentalism and their opposition to anything that threatens their worldview has made it so that their relatively unprosperous fields haven’t been cultivated. New discoveries and invents don’t make it over the Mountains of the Moon, and life is still very much simple in Mornstone Keep and its surrounding hills. Due to their inability to adapt to new circumstances, and their reliance on brawns over brains has given the Marraynes the not-so-charming nickname of “Mornstone morons”, or “Marrayne madmen”.

And so the line lives on. The current head of the house, lord Argos Marrayne, is not interested in change. He, much like his ancestors before him, is still in favour of invading the north. Despite their repeated failures in court politics, Ser Argos still tries to stay in touch with the King of Mountain and Vale, but his lack of a proper education and experience in politics and diplomacy makes it difficult for him to play The Game.



Name: Ser Argos Marrayne
Appearance: Ser Argos stands at about 5 feet and 6.5 inches, which is about the average height for a man from the northern Vale. His family’s financial hardships made it so that the humble Marraynes often could not feed themselves properly, living on the same farmer’s diet as many of their subjects did. Lord Marrayne, as young as he may be, looks physically older and more tired due to the heavy work that he used to do for ser Templeton and the malnourishment that he received as a child. This impacted his growth and stature quite a lot, and though he is very slender, Argos is very athletic for a man his age. He might not be the strongest man around, but he’s determined to make up for his lack of strength in speed and stamina, and even though he’s not at all a large man, he still chooses to wield his family’s ancestral greatsword, sometimes with great difficulty.
Age: 18 years of age
Bio: Argos Marrayne was born on the 3rd day of the 7th moon in Mornstone Keep. He spent his childhood, attending religious sermons at the keep’s chapel, practicing with wooden swords, and listening to his father’s tales of canninal mountain clans that would disfigure and eat those that they slew. Argos’ rigid upbringing turned him into a somewhat of a cold person, that relied on his seven prayers a day and athletic exercise over his studies or administrative genius. Indeed, the Marraynes did not call for a maester’s services, as they deemed them to be too modernistic and expensive. It is the refusal to adapt to the modern world that kept Argos illiterate. The hardworking peasants got about to working on their farms, they could fight if they got levied, and they never had any overpaid celibate old men teach them anything, so why should he? One could call Argos a populist, at least in comparison to his peers. His politics, though they are not at all progressive, shine a light on the importance of the peasant class to feed them, and though he still believes in a divine right that has placed him above the peasants, he still sympathises with them, especially because some of them are of Andal ancestry. Some of the unfortunate souls that have to work the fields in the stormy wildlands north of the Mountains of the Moon are descended from those that traveled with the well-respected Andal knights. The pages and squires that fought alongside the heroes of Andalos, that settled in Hugor of the Hill’s promised land, now had the lands that they were buried in being pillaged by First Man scum. If he could fraternize with anyone, it was with those men and women on the fields, the victims of assault after assault, not the wealthy nobles that spent their days writing letters and kissing feet.

Aside from his political loyalties to the king, Argos feels a strong bound to the High Septon in Oldtown. Though he’s not a great fan of internal reforms within the Faith, he views the head of the Faith of the Seven as the figurehead of the foundation of Westerosi society, and it would be a very tough choice for him to follow his king or the High Septon if the two were ever at odds with one another.

At the age of 6, Argos was sent to Ninestars to serve as a page for Ser Edmyn Templeton. The Templetons were ‘mere’ landes knights, and though it was generally strange for a lord to send a son to a landed knight to be trained, the Marraynes simply did not have the connections to send Argos anywhere else. Their isolation beyond the Mountains of the Moon had alienated them from court life to such an extent that, not only did they find it difficult to manage their expenses, they lost ties to other houses in the vale. When Agor arrived at Ninestars, he found that his values, though they were not shared by his hosts, were generally accepted by them. The Templetons found his praying schedule to be a bit excessive and his inclination to violence a lottle overwhelming, but managed to turn his energy about to form him into a hardworking page. Argos was honour-bound and honest, but the Templeton host agreed that he was definitely a bit simple, and not that drawn to academia or scholarly thought. Argos spent about two years of his life toiling as a page and a cupbearer, before being ‘promoted’ to a squire at the age of 9. He was much more interested in carrying his ser’s armour than he was in filling cups and pouring ale, and despite the heavy weightlifting that squiring brought with it, he enjoyed it quite a lot. Now, Argos didn’t know it then, but he often agreed with his ancestor, ser Hugor, that the tensions with the North should result in war. The skirmishes between the Arryns and the Starks fascinated the young Marrayne, and he was greatly drawn to the propagandic and romanticized idea of warfare. Subconsciously, Argos, in his rash and undiplomatic manner, argued for a war with the Northmen, whom he described as “heathens” and “unbelievers”. Just before Argos turned 18, Ser Edmyn Templeton traveled to a tourney hosted at Redfort, and ordered Argos to ride. The Marrayne, riding in armour that he hastily scrambled together, tried his best not to humiliate his house, and even got through two rounds of jousting. It was only when Argos rode against Ser Mathos of house Redfort, the lord’s brother, a man nearly twice his size, that Argos met his match. Still: the boy held on, and Mathos’s lance broke three times. He gained the affection of the crowd, and though he lost to that bear of a man, he was told by ser Edmyn that he would be knighted after his eighteenth nameday, on the seventh day of the seventh moon, during the religious holiday. Argos, who could soon call himself ‘ser’, was beyond thrilled, and couldn’t wait to tell his father about all the things he’d done, all the things he would yet do.

But alas, as he returned home to Mornstone Keep, he found that his father had perished some time ago. Argos was never informed, partly because his family didn’t want to disturb him in his pathway to knighthood, but mostly because hiring envoys to deliver the news was too expensive. In the meanwhile, his younger brother Tytos had been instructed to lead, but the boy was too young and was turning into a puppet for his advisors. Tytos, who was too young, unexperienced and weak to command his men, couldn’t retaliate against the invading hill tribes. Instead, the boy tried to raise taxes to pay for hedge knights to take care of the protection of towns. Once Ser Argos heard of this, he was furious. The increased taxes were undoubtably a ploy by their “advisors” to get paid more, and the lord of Mornstone Keep should show some responsibility and face the threats head-on. Argos was told to steer clear of the tribes at first, since there were no scout forces to give estimates of the size of their host. Instead, Argos is now marching on the hill tribes with a force of 47 men. 44 guards, acting as heavy infantry and archers and 3 mounted knights. The knights could act as officers, but the hierarchy within the keep’s guard allows Ser Argos to have more options, as he could just as easily command a Master at Arms to watch over and command the men.

Now, 48 Valemen are marching upon invading Hill Tribes. Advisors, such as the treasurer, the castellan and a handful of stewards, have been let off, and Tytos’ removal from power has left a power vacuum in the Marrayne household. He instructed his mother not to get involved in stately affairs, as he feels that it is not right for a woman to get mixed up in these things, and he instructed his younger siblings to avoid stepping into the limelight. Will Argos’ seizure of power and immediate march against the First Men alleviate pressure off the overtaxed peasants? Will he return to Mornstone victory, or will his head be lifted upon some tribesman’s pike? Only time will tell.
Mundane Skills: Argos would describe himself as a ‘good swordsman’, though the only reason why he might defeat one man or another is likely due to his sheer will over anything else. He’s not a large man, neither tall nor powerful, but he’s got a big fight in him, and he definitely will not back down quickly. Aside from his skills at swordsmanship, he’s an excellent rider. His lightweight physique allows him to ride relatively quickly, and his experience as a page, squire and knight grants him familiarity with horses. Finally, jousting is a great hobby of Argos’s, and though there’s much to improve, it’s bloody hard to get Argos out of the saddle.
Magic: N/A
Personality: WIP
Kingdom: The Vale of Arryn
Is he/she a Ruler? No
Heir(s): Tytos Marrayne (14-year-old brother)

Sorry if this application is a tad long - I was pretty stoked to give this rp a go. I'll be revisiting it to get it up to your standards. Please don't mind the occasional typo, I'm hoping to straighten those out ASAP.

Now I have a vassal.

[Dragos Bee]

Ns notiz

Name: House Marrayne of Mornstone Keep
Coat Of Arms: WIP
House words: “I serve the Seven.”
Location: The land west of the fingers and north of the mountains of the moon.
Vassal of: House Arryn of the Eyrie
Military Strength: Household knights: 3 men (standing), Keep guards: 53 men (standing), Available levies: 1000 (inactive)
Economic Strength: Very low
History:
Hugor's House
House Marrayne of Mornstone was founded during the Andal incursions into the Vale. Ser Hugor Marrayne, named after Hugor of the Hill, acted as an advisor to ser Artys Arryn, and followed the greatest Andal warrior of his time across the Narrow Sea to the promised land. When Artys marched on the united First Men coalition in the Vale Proper, Hugor set out for the lands west of the Fingers. Ser Corwyn Corbray, a rival of Marrayne’s, had claimed the Fingers for himself before, but Marrayne was optimistic and set out to civilize and convert the pagan First Men north of the Mountains of the Moon. When Hugor Marrayne launched his invasion into the northwestern territories, Artys Arryn tried to scramble his troops to deliver a victory against the First Man alliance that had formed against him. And just as the aging Hugor set up camp in the stormy wildlands behind the Fingers, Artys struck a crushing blow against his Westerosi adversaries at the battle of the Seven Stars, and was named King of Mountain and Vale. Hugor Marrayne was deeply upset for not being present at the decisive victory over the First Men, and returned to King Artys’ court with shame. His operations had been somewhat succesful in the northwest, with hundreds of forceful conversions laying down the law for savage heathens, but Artys, who now found himself in the very fertile Vale Proper, found that Hugor’s land was not worth settling. Hugor tried to convince his liege to let him manage the lands up north, so as to route and destroy any leftover First Man armies that had fled to hide in the Mountains of the Moon. Arryn gave his advisor leave to tame the wildlands, and Hugor set out to create a castle in the north-western flank of the Vale, to repel any invader that would try to invade through the Fingers. The Marrayne castle woukd stand between a steep cliff to the south and the rocky shores of the Bite to the north, occupying a strategically defendable mountain pass overlooking a miniscule valley below. Those that would try to invade would gaze upon a sun coming up in the east, a sun that would appear behind the tall castle walls. The andal lord dubbed his new home “Mornstone Keep”, and administered his lands directly. Whereas the Arryns, blinded by their high life near Giant’s Lance, would import marble from across the Narrow Sea, the economically disadvantaged Marraynes would work the quarries, and would use Vale stone, regardless of how ugly it turned out to be. Hugor, who was amongst the more experienced, older knights when the Andals crossed, was now starting to get older and older, and as the Vale consolidated itself into one distinct political being, he once again began dazzling in court life at the Gates of the Moon. He was caught up in a political debacle regarding the treatment of those that still clung to the Old Gods. Hugor, as the conservative and fundamentalist Andal, believed that those that would not convert deserved no quarter, that they had to be put to death. He argued that, when Hugor of the Hill envisioned a “golden land between towering mountains”, he wouldn’t have wanted it to be stained with a First Men population. Similarly, Hugor and his clique proposed that Arryn forces lead the charge against the pagans in the Riverlands. The Corbray family, whose troop numbers had been exhausted after years of war, whose knights had now become landed and whose levies were once more working the fields, felt rather astranged to the idea of continual war, and felt that continuing their dominion over their territory would lead to greater wealth. The Corbrays and the Morraynes, who had gotten into plenty of disagreements during the war with the Bronze King, were now at each other’s throats once more. The Corbray lord had wed the daughter of a First Man lord that he slew, and he’d made a First Man’s wife into his concubine. He believed that subjugating them and intermarrying with the First Men was preferable to cleansing them from Vale lands. Morrayne and his war hawks were eventually bested by Corbray and the more prominent Andal families that now reigned in the Vale proper. The king agreed to further consolidate the realm, and agreed to stay within the borders of the Vale. Hugor, embarassed by his liege’s decisions, retreated back into his cold, mountaineous keep, where he would die later.

The Andal legacy
Hugor’s values of religious fundamentalism and militaristic extremity stayed with those that bore his name. Mornstone keep, due to its geographical distance to the Eyrie, the Vale Proper and the Gates of the Moon, as well as Hugor’s ever-increasing weariness of court politics, made it so that the Marraynes kept to their own devices. Ser Artor Marrayne, Hugor’s firstborn son and heir apparant, promised his father to take the reins and continue to administrate the lands. The difficulty that Hugor’s son had, however, was that he was no farmer or steward. Warrior blood flowed through his veins, so economic mismanagement ravaged his lands. The Marraynes were however able to crush mountain bandit attacks on their territory, so even though the coffers were empty, pagan blood was still spread. Artor’s decision to crack down on the mountain clans whilst neglecting his own personal spending earned him some ridicule at court. The andal lords that now sat with the Arryn king jested at Artor’s ragged clothes, rusty armour and chipped sword, but whilst most sneered, some respected the young lord to sticking to his father’s wishes and defending his lands. When the young Marrayne knight visited his liege at the top of Giant’s Lance, where many lords had been summoned to witness the construction of a new castle named “The Eyrie”, he advised him to launch an attack against the North, where they would get an opportunity to crush the primitive Crannogmen and spread the one true faith throughout the entire continent. His advice was naturally turned down, and a Marrayne returned to Mornstone Keep in shame once more. Though they may not be the greatest stewards or the best politicians, the ancient Andal house of Marrayne knows its codes of honour and respects its Andal past. The house prides itself in its long list of knight-lords, where many of the house heads had lived as knights previously, aligning with their ancient customs and culture.

The Marrayne obsession with heritage, their religious fundamentalism and their opposition to anything that threatens their worldview has made it so that their relatively unprosperous fields haven’t been cultivated. New discoveries and invents don’t make it over the Mountains of the Moon, and life is still very much simple in Mornstone Keep and its surrounding hills. Due to their inability to adapt to new circumstances, and their reliance on brawns over brains has given the Marraynes the not-so-charming nickname of “Mornstone morons”, or “Marrayne madmen”.

And so the line lives on. The current head of the house, lord Argos Marrayne, is not interested in change. He, much like his ancestors before him, is still in favour of invading the north. Despite their repeated failures in court politics, Ser Argos still tries to stay in touch with the King of Mountain and Vale, but his lack of a proper education and experience in politics and diplomacy makes it difficult for him to play The Game.



Name: Ser Argos Marrayne
Appearance: Ser Argos stands at about 5 feet and 6.5 inches, which is about the average height for a man from the northern Vale. His family’s financial hardships made it so that the humble Marraynes often could not feed themselves properly, living on the same farmer’s diet as many of their subjects did. Lord Marrayne, as young as he may be, looks physically older and more tired due to the heavy work that he used to do for ser Templeton and the malnourishment that he received as a child. This impacted his growth and stature quite a lot, and though he is very slender, Argos is very athletic for a man his age. He might not be the strongest man around, but he’s determined to make up for his lack of strength in speed and stamina, and even though he’s not at all a large man, he still chooses to wield his family’s ancestral greatsword, sometimes with great difficulty.
Age: 18 years of age
Bio: Argos Marrayne was born on the 3rd day of the 7th moon in Mornstone Keep. He spent his childhood, attending religious sermons at the keep’s chapel, practicing with wooden swords, and listening to his father’s tales of canninal mountain clans that would disfigure and eat those that they slew. Argos’ rigid upbringing turned him into a somewhat of a cold person, that relied on his seven prayers a day and athletic exercise over his studies or administrative genius. Indeed, the Marraynes did not call for a maester’s services, as they deemed them to be too modernistic and expensive. It is the refusal to adapt to the modern world that kept Argos illiterate. The hardworking peasants got about to working on their farms, they could fight if they got levied, and they never had any overpaid celibate old men teach them anything, so why should he? One could call Argos a populist, at least in comparison to his peers. His politics, though they are not at all progressive, shine a light on the importance of the peasant class to feed them, and though he still believes in a divine right that has placed him above the peasants, he still sympathises with them, especially because some of them are of Andal ancestry. Some of the unfortunate souls that have to work the fields in the stormy wildlands north of the Mountains of the Moon are descended from those that traveled with the well-respected Andal knights. The pages and squires that fought alongside the heroes of Andalos, that settled in Hugor of the Hill’s promised land, now had the lands that they were buried in being pillaged by First Man scum. If he could fraternize with anyone, it was with those men and women on the fields, the victims of assault after assault, not the wealthy nobles that spent their days writing letters and kissing feet.

Aside from his political loyalties to the king, Argos feels a strong bound to the High Septon in Oldtown. Though he’s not a great fan of internal reforms within the Faith, he views the head of the Faith of the Seven as the figurehead of the foundation of Westerosi society, and it would be a very tough choice for him to follow his king or the High Septon if the two were ever at odds with one another.

At the age of 6, Argos was sent to Ninestars to serve as a page for Ser Edmyn Templeton. The Templetons were ‘mere’ landes knights, and though it was generally strange for a lord to send a son to a landed knight to be trained, the Marraynes simply did not have the connections to send Argos anywhere else. Their isolation beyond the Mountains of the Moon had alienated them from court life to such an extent that, not only did they find it difficult to manage their expenses, they lost ties to other houses in the vale. When Agor arrived at Ninestars, he found that his values, though they were not shared by his hosts, were generally accepted by them. The Templetons found his praying schedule to be a bit excessive and his inclination to violence a lottle overwhelming, but managed to turn his energy about to form him into a hardworking page. Argos was honour-bound and honest, but the Templeton host agreed that he was definitely a bit simple, and not that drawn to academia or scholarly thought. Argos spent about two years of his life toiling as a page and a cupbearer, before being ‘promoted’ to a squire at the age of 9. He was much more interested in carrying his ser’s armour than he was in filling cups and pouring ale, and despite the heavy weightlifting that squiring brought with it, he enjoyed it quite a lot. Now, Argos didn’t know it then, but he often agreed with his ancestor, ser Hugor, that the tensions with the North should result in war. The skirmishes between the Arryns and the Starks fascinated the young Marrayne, and he was greatly drawn to the propagandic and romanticized idea of warfare. Subconsciously, Argos, in his rash and undiplomatic manner, argued for a war with the Northmen, whom he described as “heathens” and “unbelievers”. Just before Argos turned 18, Ser Edmyn Templeton traveled to a tourney hosted at Redfort, and ordered Argos to ride. The Marrayne, riding in armour that he hastily scrambled together, tried his best not to humiliate his house, and even got through two rounds of jousting. It was only when Argos rode against Ser Mathos of house Redfort, the lord’s brother, a man nearly twice his size, that Argos met his match. Still: the boy held on, and Mathos’s lance broke three times. He gained the affection of the crowd, and though he lost to that bear of a man, he was told by ser Edmyn that he would be knighted after his eighteenth nameday, on the seventh day of the seventh moon, during the religious holiday. Argos, who could soon call himself ‘ser’, was beyond thrilled, and couldn’t wait to tell his father about all the things he’d done, all the things he would yet do.

But alas, as he returned home to Mornstone Keep, he found that his father had perished some time ago. Argos was never informed, partly because his family didn’t want to disturb him in his pathway to knighthood, but mostly because hiring envoys to deliver the news was too expensive. In the meanwhile, his younger brother Tytos had been instructed to lead, but the boy was too young and was turning into a puppet for his advisors. Tytos, who was too young, unexperienced and weak to command his men, couldn’t retaliate against the invading hill tribes. Instead, the boy tried to raise taxes to pay for hedge knights to take care of the protection of towns. Once Ser Argos heard of this, he was furious. The increased taxes were undoubtably a ploy by their “advisors” to get paid more, and the lord of Mornstone Keep should show some responsibility and face the threats head-on. Argos was told to steer clear of the tribes at first, since there were no scout forces to give estimates of the size of their host. Instead, Argos is now marching on the hill tribes with a force of 47 men. 44 guards, acting as heavy infantry and archers and 3 mounted knights. The knights could act as officers, but the hierarchy within the keep’s guard allows Ser Argos to have more options, as he could just as easily command a Master at Arms to watch over and command the men.

Now, 48 Valemen are marching upon invading Hill Tribes. Advisors, such as the treasurer, the castellan and a handful of stewards, have been let off, and Tytos’ removal from power has left a power vacuum in the Marrayne household. He instructed his mother not to get involved in stately affairs, as he feels that it is not right for a woman to get mixed up in these things, and he instructed his younger siblings to avoid stepping into the limelight. Will Argos’ seizure of power and immediate march against the First Men alleviate pressure off the overtaxed peasants? Will he return to Mornstone victory, or will his head be lifted upon some tribesman’s pike? Only time will tell.
Mundane Skills: Argos would describe himself as a ‘good swordsman’, though the only reason why he might defeat one man or another is likely due to his sheer will over anything else. He’s not a large man, neither tall nor powerful, but he’s got a big fight in him, and he definitely will not back down quickly. Aside from his skills at swordsmanship, he’s an excellent rider. His lightweight physique allows him to ride relatively quickly, and his experience as a page, squire and knight grants him familiarity with horses. Finally, jousting is a great hobby of Argos’s, and though there’s much to improve, it’s bloody hard to get Argos out of the saddle.
Magic: N/A
Personality: WIP
Kingdom: The Vale of Arryn
Is he/she a Ruler? No
Heir(s): Tytos Marrayne (14-year-old brother)

Sorry if this application is a tad long - I was pretty stoked to give this rp a go. I'll be revisiting it to get it up to your standards. Please don't mind the occasional typo, I'm hoping to straighten those out ASAP.

Accepted.

[Jhet]

Name: The High Septon, His High Holiness, Father of the Faithful, Shepard of the Faithful
Appearance: A tall man, bearing the noble features of the lineage of Garth Greenhand
Age: 57
Born into the most pious House Oakheart, the young man who would go on to become the High Septon had always desired a crown. With three older brothers, and sisters besides, Jon quickly came to realise that his family's resources and affections did not stretch far enough to envelop him. Though receiving an education and early lifestyle unimaginable by the common peasantry, for a noble youth of such status as a scion of the great family of Oakheart it was severly lacking. But young Jon did not allow that to hold him back, as an adept student he turned to the only steady figure in his life that offered any sort of nourishment to his growing ambitions: wise Septon Lyle.
The friendship between abandoned youth and resourceful mentor is one which returns frequently in the annals of history. Perhaps, in some small way, this union of learned and learner is divinely ordained, as the results are often felt as far afield as the Seven hold sway. In this occasion, to-be-forgotten-Jon was placed in the care of a man capable of ensuring that such a travesty would not be allowed to continue. With eager acceptance from the old Lord Oakheart, Jon accepted the faith in heart and mind, and embarked on his ascent to power.
The first step for eager Jon was to the tutorage of the brothers in the Septry of Eightstreams. Famous now for being school of the High Septon, when Jon first walked through the wooden doors the community was known for its beeswax. Indeed if it were not for the fervour of Lyle, who took it upon himself to ensure his new student recieved the best teachers available, then perhaps our Father of the Faithful would yet still be struggling to give a voice to the Faithful. His time at Eightstreams saw the young lordling grow into a pious and powerful orator, wise beyond his years in the creed that is the holy word of the Seven. Quick to make friends, Jon made fellowship with several future voices whose support was instrumental in the High Septon's ascension: Manfrey with the golden eyes; the twins Richard and Rickard, born with winestains on opposite cheeks; stunted Eustace from Starpike; Tyler with the hair of an ironborn; Tyler with the hair of a Dornishman; and Robett, who was near enough twice the age of Jon when the companions were granted the white robes of their rank.
Bittersweet upon leaving Eightstreams, the man then known as Septon Jon was destined for the populous village of Goldwich, to which he offered a community almost a thousand strong comforting guidance from the Seven. Though on the face of it the village was one lost among a thousand of its ilk, it held a special place among the Faithful, for it sat not a day's ride from the Septry of Gareton. Behind its walls, twice the height of those which enclosed Eightstreams, were housed the personal lodgings of one Septon Casper.
Before our illustrious High Septon took it upon himself to guide the Faith in a new direction, the Most Devout were in many ways indistinguishable from the petty nobles they rubbed shoulders with. The greatest of Septries were nothing more than castles, bastions for personal gain and power. And in this way the wealth of the Faith had begun to scatter into the pockets of a certain type of Septon, more often than not within the inner circles of the Most Devout, if not counted among their number themselves.
And Septon Casper, fat and balding, was the greedy patriarch of one such bastion.
Many would think that our Septon Jon, tutored in purest form of faith, would take it upon himself to drive such a blaggard from his position. But Septon Jon was no fantasy hero from a child's tale. He was a man of vision. Instead young, courageous Jon swallowed his sinful pride and wore the mask of friend. Blinded by the lofty dreams our High Septon was able to instill in his mind, Septon Casper acted as the link between Jon and the Starry Sept, nurturing the connections which would become integral in the coming years. And as this friendship blossomed, Jon was able to subtley convert sin to virtue. Years passed, with Casper's donations to market festivals and sept construction nearly tripling each season, and soon the smallfolk were revelling in the presence of Jon and Casper alike.
But as with all things in his life, Jon had to take another step forward. Together with Casper, and in the coming years his friends from Eightstreams, the Septon took his place among the Most Devout. There was speak of the intervention of Osgrey silver, and iron daggers, but no evidence would be found. Nothing to incriminate our High Septon whose joining the Most Devout was most clearly the act of a loving divine force. For once Septon Jon sat the council, his voice began great change.
The Faith has always been the pillar of Andal society. It is the mortar which holds fast the walls which protect the defenseless. The fire which warms the hearts of the pure. And too many had forgotten those tenents by the time of Jon's arrival. Instead of the matters which needed addressing, such as: the decline of the Faith Militant, the regionalism of Septons, and the lack progress of conversion on the fringes of the lands of the faithful; the old High Septon had his advisors discussing renovations to summer lodgings, new festivities to add to an already crowded calendar, and the prospect of integrating certain Faith estates within the hereditary structures of the nobility. Some suggestions went as far as outright blasphemy.
Into this braying did wise, respected Jon enter. A voice for the Faithful, as he had been for decades, Jon quickly earned the respect and loyalty of the Septons who remained true to their vows, and wished a return to the ways of leading which truly represented the Faith. Though his work was arduous, his difficulties great, Jon steadily amassed great influence through his dealings with commoner and clergy alike. To have been living in Oldtown during his first year would surely be the most treasured memory of many. Daily sermons, delivered from a different street each day which had never seen septon whites, spoke of a future which would see the Faith strong and prosperous. Trials, most famous being that of the feud between Septons Alester and Nestor, were dealt with in the public eye. Though many considered such a thing beyond the pale, Jon earned the respect of many more.
And so it was that the death of the old High Septon led the old way giving way to the new. Twenty years of inward stagnation gave way to violent rebirth. Petty greed and waywardism gave way to centralised purpose.
Our High Septon will deliver us all.
Skills: Orator, Administrator, Proficient Reader, Proficient Writer
Personality: Ambitious, pious, self-confident to the point of arrogance, hardworker, gregarious, generous, easily slighted.
Kingdom: God's Kingdom
Is he/she a Ruler? Yes
Heir(s): To be decided by the Most Devout

Name: Noble and Puissant Order of the Warrior's Sons
Military Strength: Highly variable, currently around 1,300 under direct command - Oldtown Chapterhouse: 600; Lannisport Chapterhouse: 300; Stoney Sept: 200; Gulltown: 200;
Canon History: The knightly order has been a part of Andal culture for thousands of years, representative of the highest attainable virtues of any faithful man to walk the earth. Its members renounce almost all worldly possessions in the pursuit of the defense of the Faith and the Faithful. Wearing inlaid silver armour and rainbow cloaks, their longswords pommeled with star-shaped crystals, a Warrior's Son was often the most devout of knights. Having earned a reputation for their hatred of all heathens, the knights of the order are seen as the greatest defense the Faith has at its command.
Headcanon History: Though many still argue that it better serves the origins of the Faith Militant as a whole, there is some common agreement that the Westerosi notion of the Warrior's Sons has a strong history with the very first landings on the Fingers in the Vale of Arryn. For it was here that the first zealots, branded with the Seven-Pointed Star, took to the battlefield against the heathens of the continent. While many would argue that those first zealots instead represent the Poor Fellows, their convictions and desire to rid the world of the enemies of the Faithful is something shared with their better trained brothers. Though many years have since passed, the fervour of those men remains within the hearts of all the Faith Militant.
Warrior's Sons are present across the length and breadth of Westeros below the Neck. Across much of the riverlands they can be found in small roving bands, akin to the Poor Fellows whose responsibilities deal directly with the people of the land. However the largest concentrations of Faith Militant can be found at the Chapterhouses, of which five are of any real size worth mentioning. It is from these barracks which the High Septon calls on his most loyal warriors, men whose loyalties are wholly to him.
Economic Strength: High

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

-The High Septon-
-Faith Militant-

*flashback/forward to High Sparrow*
Shit

[Nuxipal]

-The High Septon-

*flashbacks to Faith Militant*
Shit

*Loads up the Dragon Fire*

Keep those fingers off of my islands.

[Union Princes]

Warg, where's that character app for your House?

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

Warg, where's that character app for your House?

Well Dragos said that if you apped as one of the Main Kingdoms then you don't need to app a character

[Ard al Islam]

Warg, where's that character app for your House?

I'm still waiting for Ormata's character app.

[Dragos Bee]

Warg, where's that character app for your House?

Well Dragos said that if you apped as one of the Main Kingdoms then you don't need to app a character

This is true.

[Sarderia]

Name: House Tully of Riverrun
Coat Of Arms:
Motto: Family, Duty, Honor
Location: Riverrun, the Riverlands
Vassal of: House Hoare of Harrenhal
Military Strength: 4,000
Economic Strength: Average
History:
The Tullys of Riverrun are an ancient noble house, dating back to the great First Men realms of the Age of Heroes. Unlike the other noble houses, though, the Tullys never claimed descent from great kings; instead tracing their lineage back to Ser Edmure Tully and his sons, who were allies of Tristifer IV Mudd, the King of the Rivers and the Hills, but the Tullys knelt to the Andal conqueror Armistead Vance after Tristifer's death. Edmure's son, Axel Tully, received land at the junction of the Red Fork and the Tumblestone, where he constructed Riverrun]. The Tullys estabilished their power by becoming a house of traders, middlemen, and diplomat – their lands are situated in the middle of Westeros, a precarious yet very strategic position. Sitting on the confluence of the Trident, the Tully lands are home to thousands of peoples and tens of villages, administering large swathes of farmlands and commanding over thousands of men. But this also meant that every war in Westeros would also fall on their doorstep.

Unlike many Great Houses the Tullys never ruled as kings, but held Riverrun for a thousand years as powerful vassals of those who did. They often defended the Trident from the Kings of the Rock. Lord Elston Tully died supporting Lord Roderick Blackwood against King Humfrey I Teague. Lord Tommen Tully futilely supported Lady Agnes Blackwood against Harwyn Hoare, King of the Iron Islands and King Harren’s grandfather, and Tommen's natural son Samwell Rivers was slain at the Tumblestone. The Tullys were quickly beaten back to submission, but not before they inflicted a huge loss to the ironborn army. Afterwards, Tommen Tully died of a severe wound, and his young son Donnel Tully quickly assumed the leadership. Lord Donnel knelt to Harwyn Hoare and sent one of his sons to be a ward, but Hoare still did not trust Lord Tully, and Donnel himself was great in playing the unruly vassal. The Tullys viewed themselves as legitimate successors to the Mudd Kings of the Trident, and with the rival House Blackwood reduced into a shell after rebelling against Harwyn Hoare, the Tullys are more eager than ever to expand their strings across the riverlands, as the dream of independence still lingers among the rivermen.

Name: Lord Donnel Tully
Appearance:

(This with short hair)
Age: 58
Bio:
Lord Donnel Tully was born to Lord Tommen Tully and his Vance wife, fourteen years before the Blackwood Rebellion. As a boy, Donnel developed a good friendship with his half-brother Samwell Rivers, who would become Lord Tully’s marshal in the rebellion. Personally, Donnel did not prefer a warrior lifestyle; he was good at swordfighting, but he only learnt it as a part of duty. He had always wanted to be a maester, before he realized that Lord Tully would never consent to his heir being sent to Oldtown. So for what he lacked in martial arts, he made up in learning and intrigue.
While Donnel was fourteen years old, his father brought him to a convention of riverlords in Blackwood Vale; Lady Agnes had invited lords from across the riverlands to partake in a rebellion. Many refused, of course, the most vocal being Lord Frey of the Twins. But his father, excited in a prospect to topple the Iron Kings out of his lands, pledged the strength of Riverrun to Blackwood’s cause. Donnel saw this as a folly; he tried to talk his father out of it, highlighting that King Harwyn had a vast legion of ironmen at his back, and how Riverrun would be the first to struck down – but Lord Tommen would have none of it.
So as a dutiful heir, Donnel obediently agrees when his father relegated four thousand men to him to ambush a Hoare march, in support of Lady Agnes Blackwood’s forces. The Lady had twelve thousand men with her, including a three-thousand strong Tully contingent under Ser Samwell Rivers, his brother. Donnel’s scouts reported King Harwyn marching with twenty thousand men on his retinue, vastly outnumbering the rivermen forces – but both Lady Blackwood and his father was adamant that they force this final battle to the Iron King, near a ford of the Tumblestone, or else Riverrun would have been burnt to the ground.
Anticipating the King’s movement, Donnel ordered traps to be laid out across the field, trenches to be dug out, and archers spread out in groups of fifty across the battlefield. His heavy horse and knights would be kept out of the fight, since the lightly equipped archers would quickly flee after harassing the Hoare army, and regroup to give them more attrition somewhere else near the river. Incredibly, much to Donnel’s astonishments, the Hoare forces did not sent out a scout for their march, and the folly costed them some two thousand men; as contingents of rivermen shot them with poisoned arrows, catapults of rocks, and sink holes dug into the ground. His troops could have killed more, but Donnel ordered his troops to retreat, as he did not want to risk the meager force against Harwyn Hoare’s full might.
When he returned to the Tumblestone, it was all too late. King Harwyn had forced his army to march at more speed, furious for having been ambushed. His half-brother died at the battle, and his father survived with only one leg intact. Fearing that they may come to Riverrun next, Donnel decided to take full control of the Tully forces. He dispatched a thousand men to prolong the battle – massacred to buy them time. It was a necessary action as he scrambled to get the catapults, wildfire jars and more archers out of Riverrun – for three days and three nights Donnel and his contingent of a thousand men traded fire back and forth, sallied, retreated, until finally the reinforcements came. He set up the catapults on a hill overlooking the river, and the archers around it, sending rocks and wildfire and arrows to the ironborn forces, until finally King Harwyn himself rode out with a hundred men to him, offering peace.
Donnel accepted peace on behalf of his father, and agrees to send one of his brothers to the King. But the rebellion brought him a burning hatred for all ironborn and their kind, and he swore to his father, at deathbed, that he would see the Hoares fall in his lifetime.

Mundane Skills:

• Swordsmanship: Lord Donnel, although an average swordsman at best, is known to employ tactics that most knights deem unhonorable. Stabbing from the back, deceit, throwing things up to his opponent, and talk all the way to distraction being one of them. His sowd notably has blades on its crossguard, useful in pitted circumstances.
• Poisoning: Although not a maester, Lord Donnel is well-versed in the art of making deadly substances and slipping them unnoticeably to another person’s cup. He kept jars and bottles of poison, including the famed Tears of Lys, in his personal chambers.
• Charisma and Intrigue: Donnel is never a man to tell outright his true intentions, or to act outright hostile towards any person. He is content to befriend and joke with anyone, even the murderers of his family, as long as the conversation gets him what he wants.

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Magic (If Any): None

Personality: Donnel is a man that values revenge over everything else, having lost his closest family against the Hoares when he was but a child. He is also motivated to keep House Tully survive the calamities of Westeros above anything else, even if it means forsaking his own house words. In some ways, Donnel is a charming and charismatic man; he is amicable to everyone, including his rivals, lesser nobles, and common folks. Donnel is the kind of Lord to throw town festivals just to make him more loved and cheered than other lords and septons.

Kingdom: Kingdom of the Isles and the Riverlands

Is he/she a Ruler? Vassal to King Harren Hoare

Heir(s): Ser Garlan Tully, Marshal of Riverrun

[Nuxipal]

Name: House Tully of Riverrun
Coat Of Arms:
Motto: Family, Duty, Honor
Location: Riverrun, the Riverlands
Vassal of: House Hoare of Harrenhal
Military Strength: 10,000
Economic Strength: High
History:
The Tullys of Riverrun are an ancient noble house, dating back to the great First Men realms of the Age of Heroes. Unlike the other noble houses, though, the Tullys never claimed descent from great kings; instead tracing their lineage back to Ser Edmure Tully and his sons, who were allies of Tristifer IV Mudd, the King of the Rivers and the Hills, but the Tullys knelt to the Andal conqueror Armistead Vance after Tristifer's death. Edmure's son, Axel Tully, received land at the junction of the Red Fork and the Tumblestone, where he constructed Riverrun]. The Tullys estabilished their power by becoming a house of traders, middlemen, and diplomat – their lands are situated in the middle of Westeros, a precarious yet very strategic position. Sitting on the confluence of the Trident, the Tully lands are home to thousands of peoples and tens of villages, administering large swathes of farmlands and commanding over thousands of men. But this also meant that every war in Westeros would also fall on their doorstep.

Unlike many Great Houses the Tullys never ruled as kings, but held Riverrun for a thousand years as powerful vassals of those who did. They often defended the Trident from the Kings of the Rock. Lord Elston Tully died supporting Lord Roderick Blackwood against King Humfrey I Teague. Lord Tommen Tully futilely supported Lady Agnes Blackwood against Harwyn Hoare, King of the Iron Islands and King Harren’s grandfather, and Tommen's natural son Samwell Rivers was slain at the Tumblestone. The Tullys were quickly beaten back to submission, but not before they inflicted a huge loss to the ironborn army. Afterwards, Tommen Tully died of a severe wound, and his young son Donnel Tully quickly assumed the leadership. Lord Donnel knelt to Harwyn Hoare and sent one of his sons to be a ward, but Hoare still did not trust Lord Tully, and Donnel himself was great in playing the unruly vassal. The Tullys viewed themselves as legitimate successors to the Mudd Kings of the Trident, and with the rival House Blackwood reduced into a shell after rebelling against Harwyn Hoare, the Tullys are more eager than ever to expand their strings across the riverlands, as the dream of independence still lingers among the rivermen.

Name: Lord Donnel Tully
Appearance:
(Image)
(This with short hair)
Age: 58
Bio:
Lord Donnel Tully was born to Lord Tommen Tully and his Vance wife, fourteen years before the Blackwood Rebellion. As a boy, Donnel developed a good friendship with his half-brother Samwell Rivers, who would become Lord Tully’s marshal in the rebellion. Personally, Donnel did not prefer a warrior lifestyle; he was good at swordfighting, but he only learnt it as a part of duty. He had always wanted to be a maester, before he realized that Lord Tully would never consent to his heir being sent to Oldtown. So for what he lacked in martial arts, he made up in learning and intrigue.
While Donnel was fourteen years old, his father brought him to a convention of riverlords in Blackwood Vale; Lady Agnes had invited lords from across the riverlands to partake in a rebellion. Many refused, of course, the most vocal being Lord Frey of the Twins. But his father, excited in a prospect to topple the Iron Kings out of his lands, pledged the strength of Riverrun to Blackwood’s cause. Donnel saw this as a folly; he tried to talk his father out of it, highlighting that King Harwyn had a vast legion of ironmen at his back, and how Riverrun would be the first to struck down – but Lord Tommen would have none of it.
So as a dutiful heir, Donnel obediently agrees when his father relegated four thousand men to him to ambush a Hoare march, in support of Lady Agnes Blackwood’s forces. The Lady had twelve thousand men with her, including a three-thousand strong Tully contingent under Ser Samwell Rivers, his brother. Donnel’s scouts reported King Harwyn marching with twenty thousand men on his retinue, vastly outnumbering the rivermen forces – but both Lady Blackwood and his father was adamant that they force this final battle to the Iron King, near a ford of the Tumblestone, or else Riverrun would have been burnt to the ground.
Anticipating the King’s movement, Donnel ordered traps to be laid out across the field, trenches to be dug out, and archers spread out in groups of fifty across the battlefield. His heavy horse and knights would be kept out of the fight, since the lightly equipped archers would quickly flee after harassing the Hoare army, and regroup to give them more attrition somewhere else near the river. Incredibly, much to Donnel’s astonishments, the Hoare forces did not sent out a scout for their march, and the folly costed them some two thousand men; as contingents of rivermen shot them with poisoned arrows, catapults of rocks, and sink holes dug into the ground. His troops could have killed more, but Donnel ordered his troops to retreat, as he did not want to risk the meager force against Harwyn Hoare’s full might.
When he returned to the Tumblestone, it was all too late. King Harwyn had forced his army to march at more speed, furious for having been ambushed. His half-brother died at the battle, and his father survived with only one leg intact. Fearing that they may come to Riverrun next, Donnel decided to take full control of the Tully forces. He dispatched a thousand men to prolong the battle – massacred to buy them time. It was a necessary action as he scrambled to get the catapults, wildfire jars and more archers out of Riverrun – for three days and three nights Donnel and his contingent of a thousand men traded fire back and forth, sallied, retreated, until finally the reinforcements came. He set up the catapults on a hill overlooking the river, and the archers around it, sending rocks and wildfire and arrows to the ironborn forces, until finally King Harwyn himself rode out with a hundred men to him, offering peace.
Donnel accepted peace on behalf of his father, and agrees to send one of his brothers to the King. But the rebellion brought him a burning hatred for all ironborn and their kind, and he swore to his father, at deathbed, that he would see the Hoares fall in his lifetime.

Mundane Skills:

• Swordsmanship: Lord Donnel, although an average swordsman at best, is known to employ tactics that most knights deem unhonorable. Stabbing from the back, deceit, throwing things up to his opponent, and talk all the way to distraction being one of them. His sowd notably has blades on its crossguard, useful in pitted circumstances.
• Poisoning: Although not a maester, Lord Donnel is well-versed in the art of making deadly substances and slipping them unnoticeably to another person’s cup. He kept jars and bottles of poison, including the famed Tears of Lys, in his personal chambers.
• Charisma and Intrigue: Donnel is never a man to tell outright his true intentions, or to act outright hostile towards any person. He is content to befriend and joke with anyone, even the murderers of his family, as long as the conversation gets him what he wants.

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Magic (If Any): None

Personality: Donnel is a man that values revenge over everything else, having lost his closest family against the Hoares when he was but a child. He is also motivated to keep House Tully survive the calamities of Westeros above anything else, even if it means forsaking his own house words. In some ways, Donnel is a charming and charismatic man; he is amicable to everyone, including his rivals, lesser nobles, and common folks. Donnel is the kind of Lord to throw town festivals just to make him more loved and cheered than other lords and septons.

Kingdom: Kingdom of the Isles and the Riverlands

Is he/she a Ruler? Vassal to King Harren Hoare

Heir(s): Ser Garlan Tully, Marshal of Riverrun

Only mildly disappointed we don't have a Seasame Street or Muppets reference in here. Maybe mention a cousin in some IC post down the road named Elmo or Kermit

[Guuj Xaat Kil]

Name: House Tully of Riverrun
Coat Of Arms:
Motto: Family, Duty, Honor
Location: Riverrun, the Riverlands
Vassal of: House Hoare of Harrenhal
Military Strength: 10,000
Economic Strength: High
History:
The Tullys of Riverrun are an ancient noble house, dating back to the great First Men realms of the Age of Heroes. Unlike the other noble houses, though, the Tullys never claimed descent from great kings; instead tracing their lineage back to Ser Edmure Tully and his sons, who were allies of Tristifer IV Mudd, the King of the Rivers and the Hills, but the Tullys knelt to the Andal conqueror Armistead Vance after Tristifer's death. Edmure's son, Axel Tully, received land at the junction of the Red Fork and the Tumblestone, where he constructed Riverrun]. The Tullys estabilished their power by becoming a house of traders, middlemen, and diplomat – their lands are situated in the middle of Westeros, a precarious yet very strategic position. Sitting on the confluence of the Trident, the Tully lands are home to thousands of peoples and tens of villages, administering large swathes of farmlands and commanding over thousands of men. But this also meant that every war in Westeros would also fall on their doorstep.

Unlike many Great Houses the Tullys never ruled as kings, but held Riverrun for a thousand years as powerful vassals of those who did. They often defended the Trident from the Kings of the Rock. Lord Elston Tully died supporting Lord Roderick Blackwood against King Humfrey I Teague. Lord Tommen Tully futilely supported Lady Agnes Blackwood against Harwyn Hoare, King of the Iron Islands and King Harren’s grandfather, and Tommen's natural son Samwell Rivers was slain at the Tumblestone. The Tullys were quickly beaten back to submission, but not before they inflicted a huge loss to the ironborn army. Afterwards, Tommen Tully died of a severe wound, and his young son Donnel Tully quickly assumed the leadership. Lord Donnel knelt to Harwyn Hoare and sent one of his sons to be a ward, but Hoare still did not trust Lord Tully, and Donnel himself was great in playing the unruly vassal. The Tullys viewed themselves as legitimate successors to the Mudd Kings of the Trident, and with the rival House Blackwood reduced into a shell after rebelling against Harwyn Hoare, the Tullys are more eager than ever to expand their strings across the riverlands, as the dream of independence still lingers among the rivermen.

Name: Lord Donnel Tully
Appearance:
(Image)
(This with short hair)
Age: 58
Bio:
Lord Donnel Tully was born to Lord Tommen Tully and his Vance wife, fourteen years before the Blackwood Rebellion. As a boy, Donnel developed a good friendship with his half-brother Samwell Rivers, who would become Lord Tully’s marshal in the rebellion. Personally, Donnel did not prefer a warrior lifestyle; he was good at swordfighting, but he only learnt it as a part of duty. He had always wanted to be a maester, before he realized that Lord Tully would never consent to his heir being sent to Oldtown. So for what he lacked in martial arts, he made up in learning and intrigue.
While Donnel was fourteen years old, his father brought him to a convention of riverlords in Blackwood Vale; Lady Agnes had invited lords from across the riverlands to partake in a rebellion. Many refused, of course, the most vocal being Lord Frey of the Twins. But his father, excited in a prospect to topple the Iron Kings out of his lands, pledged the strength of Riverrun to Blackwood’s cause. Donnel saw this as a folly; he tried to talk his father out of it, highlighting that King Harwyn had a vast legion of ironmen at his back, and how Riverrun would be the first to struck down – but Lord Tommen would have none of it.
So as a dutiful heir, Donnel obediently agrees when his father relegated four thousand men to him to ambush a Hoare march, in support of Lady Agnes Blackwood’s forces. The Lady had twelve thousand men with her, including a three-thousand strong Tully contingent under Ser Samwell Rivers, his brother. Donnel’s scouts reported King Harwyn marching with twenty thousand men on his retinue, vastly outnumbering the rivermen forces – but both Lady Blackwood and his father was adamant that they force this final battle to the Iron King, near a ford of the Tumblestone, or else Riverrun would have been burnt to the ground.
Anticipating the King’s movement, Donnel ordered traps to be laid out across the field, trenches to be dug out, and archers spread out in groups of fifty across the battlefield. His heavy horse and knights would be kept out of the fight, since the lightly equipped archers would quickly flee after harassing the Hoare army, and regroup to give them more attrition somewhere else near the river. Incredibly, much to Donnel’s astonishments, the Hoare forces did not sent out a scout for their march, and the folly costed them some two thousand men; as contingents of rivermen shot them with poisoned arrows, catapults of rocks, and sink holes dug into the ground. His troops could have killed more, but Donnel ordered his troops to retreat, as he did not want to risk the meager force against Harwyn Hoare’s full might.
When he returned to the Tumblestone, it was all too late. King Harwyn had forced his army to march at more speed, furious for having been ambushed. His half-brother died at the battle, and his father survived with only one leg intact. Fearing that they may come to Riverrun next, Donnel decided to take full control of the Tully forces. He dispatched a thousand men to prolong the battle – massacred to buy them time. It was a necessary action as he scrambled to get the catapults, wildfire jars and more archers out of Riverrun – for three days and three nights Donnel and his contingent of a thousand men traded fire back and forth, sallied, retreated, until finally the reinforcements came. He set up the catapults on a hill overlooking the river, and the archers around it, sending rocks and wildfire and arrows to the ironborn forces, until finally King Harwyn himself rode out with a hundred men to him, offering peace.
Donnel accepted peace on behalf of his father, and agrees to send one of his brothers to the King. But the rebellion brought him a burning hatred for all ironborn and their kind, and he swore to his father, at deathbed, that he would see the Hoares fall in his lifetime.

Mundane Skills:

• Swordsmanship: Lord Donnel, although an average swordsman at best, is known to employ tactics that most knights deem unhonorable. Stabbing from the back, deceit, throwing things up to his opponent, and talk all the way to distraction being one of them. His sowd notably has blades on its crossguard, useful in pitted circumstances.
• Poisoning: Although not a maester, Lord Donnel is well-versed in the art of making deadly substances and slipping them unnoticeably to another person’s cup. He kept jars and bottles of poison, including the famed Tears of Lys, in his personal chambers.
• Charisma and Intrigue: Donnel is never a man to tell outright his true intentions, or to act outright hostile towards any person. He is content to befriend and joke with anyone, even the murderers of his family, as long as the conversation gets him what he wants.

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Magic (If Any): None

Personality: Donnel is a man that values revenge over everything else, having lost his closest family against the Hoares when he was but a child. He is also motivated to keep House Tully survive the calamities of Westeros above anything else, even if it means forsaking his own house words. In some ways, Donnel is a charming and charismatic man; he is amicable to everyone, including his rivals, lesser nobles, and common folks. Donnel is the kind of Lord to throw town festivals just to make him more loved and cheered than other lords and septons.

Kingdom: Kingdom of the Isles and the Riverlands

Is he/she a Ruler? Vassal to King Harren Hoare

Heir(s): Ser Garlan Tully, Marshal of Riverrun

Only mildly disappointed we don't have a Seasame Street or Muppets reference in here. Maybe mention a cousin in some IC post down the road named Elmo or Kermit

See this post?
This post is kek.

[Sarderia]

Name: House Tully of Riverrun
Coat Of Arms:
Motto: Family, Duty, Honor
Location: Riverrun, the Riverlands
Vassal of: House Hoare of Harrenhal
Military Strength: 10,000
Economic Strength: High
History:
The Tullys of Riverrun are an ancient noble house, dating back to the great First Men realms of the Age of Heroes. Unlike the other noble houses, though, the Tullys never claimed descent from great kings; instead tracing their lineage back to Ser Edmure Tully and his sons, who were allies of Tristifer IV Mudd, the King of the Rivers and the Hills, but the Tullys knelt to the Andal conqueror Armistead Vance after Tristifer's death. Edmure's son, Axel Tully, received land at the junction of the Red Fork and the Tumblestone, where he constructed Riverrun]. The Tullys estabilished their power by becoming a house of traders, middlemen, and diplomat – their lands are situated in the middle of Westeros, a precarious yet very strategic position. Sitting on the confluence of the Trident, the Tully lands are home to thousands of peoples and tens of villages, administering large swathes of farmlands and commanding over thousands of men. But this also meant that every war in Westeros would also fall on their doorstep.

Unlike many Great Houses the Tullys never ruled as kings, but held Riverrun for a thousand years as powerful vassals of those who did. They often defended the Trident from the Kings of the Rock. Lord Elston Tully died supporting Lord Roderick Blackwood against King Humfrey I Teague. Lord Tommen Tully futilely supported Lady Agnes Blackwood against Harwyn Hoare, King of the Iron Islands and King Harren’s grandfather, and Tommen's natural son Samwell Rivers was slain at the Tumblestone. The Tullys were quickly beaten back to submission, but not before they inflicted a huge loss to the ironborn army. Afterwards, Tommen Tully died of a severe wound, and his young son Donnel Tully quickly assumed the leadership. Lord Donnel knelt to Harwyn Hoare and sent one of his sons to be a ward, but Hoare still did not trust Lord Tully, and Donnel himself was great in playing the unruly vassal. The Tullys viewed themselves as legitimate successors to the Mudd Kings of the Trident, and with the rival House Blackwood reduced into a shell after rebelling against Harwyn Hoare, the Tullys are more eager than ever to expand their strings across the riverlands, as the dream of independence still lingers among the rivermen.

Name: Lord Donnel Tully
Appearance:
(Image)
(This with short hair)
Age: 58
Bio:
Lord Donnel Tully was born to Lord Tommen Tully and his Vance wife, fourteen years before the Blackwood Rebellion. As a boy, Donnel developed a good friendship with his half-brother Samwell Rivers, who would become Lord Tully’s marshal in the rebellion. Personally, Donnel did not prefer a warrior lifestyle; he was good at swordfighting, but he only learnt it as a part of duty. He had always wanted to be a maester, before he realized that Lord Tully would never consent to his heir being sent to Oldtown. So for what he lacked in martial arts, he made up in learning and intrigue.
While Donnel was fourteen years old, his father brought him to a convention of riverlords in Blackwood Vale; Lady Agnes had invited lords from across the riverlands to partake in a rebellion. Many refused, of course, the most vocal being Lord Frey of the Twins. But his father, excited in a prospect to topple the Iron Kings out of his lands, pledged the strength of Riverrun to Blackwood’s cause. Donnel saw this as a folly; he tried to talk his father out of it, highlighting that King Harwyn had a vast legion of ironmen at his back, and how Riverrun would be the first to struck down – but Lord Tommen would have none of it.
So as a dutiful heir, Donnel obediently agrees when his father relegated four thousand men to him to ambush a Hoare march, in support of Lady Agnes Blackwood’s forces. The Lady had twelve thousand men with her, including a three-thousand strong Tully contingent under Ser Samwell Rivers, his brother. Donnel’s scouts reported King Harwyn marching with twenty thousand men on his retinue, vastly outnumbering the rivermen forces – but both Lady Blackwood and his father was adamant that they force this final battle to the Iron King, near a ford of the Tumblestone, or else Riverrun would have been burnt to the ground.
Anticipating the King’s movement, Donnel ordered traps to be laid out across the field, trenches to be dug out, and archers spread out in groups of fifty across the battlefield. His heavy horse and knights would be kept out of the fight, since the lightly equipped archers would quickly flee after harassing the Hoare army, and regroup to give them more attrition somewhere else near the river. Incredibly, much to Donnel’s astonishments, the Hoare forces did not sent out a scout for their march, and the folly costed them some two thousand men; as contingents of rivermen shot them with poisoned arrows, catapults of rocks, and sink holes dug into the ground. His troops could have killed more, but Donnel ordered his troops to retreat, as he did not want to risk the meager force against Harwyn Hoare’s full might.
When he returned to the Tumblestone, it was all too late. King Harwyn had forced his army to march at more speed, furious for having been ambushed. His half-brother died at the battle, and his father survived with only one leg intact. Fearing that they may come to Riverrun next, Donnel decided to take full control of the Tully forces. He dispatched a thousand men to prolong the battle – massacred to buy them time. It was a necessary action as he scrambled to get the catapults, wildfire jars and more archers out of Riverrun – for three days and three nights Donnel and his contingent of a thousand men traded fire back and forth, sallied, retreated, until finally the reinforcements came. He set up the catapults on a hill overlooking the river, and the archers around it, sending rocks and wildfire and arrows to the ironborn forces, until finally King Harwyn himself rode out with a hundred men to him, offering peace.
Donnel accepted peace on behalf of his father, and agrees to send one of his brothers to the King. But the rebellion brought him a burning hatred for all ironborn and their kind, and he swore to his father, at deathbed, that he would see the Hoares fall in his lifetime.

Mundane Skills:

• Swordsmanship: Lord Donnel, although an average swordsman at best, is known to employ tactics that most knights deem unhonorable. Stabbing from the back, deceit, throwing things up to his opponent, and talk all the way to distraction being one of them. His sowd notably has blades on its crossguard, useful in pitted circumstances.
• Poisoning: Although not a maester, Lord Donnel is well-versed in the art of making deadly substances and slipping them unnoticeably to another person’s cup. He kept jars and bottles of poison, including the famed Tears of Lys, in his personal chambers.
• Charisma and Intrigue: Donnel is never a man to tell outright his true intentions, or to act outright hostile towards any person. He is content to befriend and joke with anyone, even the murderers of his family, as long as the conversation gets him what he wants.

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Magic (If Any): None

Personality: Donnel is a man that values revenge over everything else, having lost his closest family against the Hoares when he was but a child. He is also motivated to keep House Tully survive the calamities of Westeros above anything else, even if it means forsaking his own house words. In some ways, Donnel is a charming and charismatic man; he is amicable to everyone, including his rivals, lesser nobles, and common folks. Donnel is the kind of Lord to throw town festivals just to make him more loved and cheered than other lords and septons.

Kingdom: Kingdom of the Isles and the Riverlands

Is he/she a Ruler? Vassal to King Harren Hoare

Heir(s): Ser Garlan Tully, Marshal of Riverrun

Only mildly disappointed we don't have a Seasame Street or Muppets reference in here. Maybe mention a cousin in some IC post down the road named Elmo or Kermit

Lord Elmo Tully exists about 100 years after Aegon's conquest... but then maybe I could name his other sons Elmo and Kermit as well

[Nuxipal]

Only mildly disappointed we don't have a Seasame Street or Muppets reference in here. Maybe mention a cousin in some IC post down the road named Elmo or Kermit

Lord Elmo Tully exists about 100 years after Aegon's conquest... but then maybe I could name his other sons Elmo and Kermit as well

Mostly a joke there, always found it hilarious that there was a Grover who had a Grandson Elmo, who had sons Kermit and Oscar.

[The Anarcho-Syndicalist Commune]

Lord Elmo Tully exists about 100 years after Aegon's conquest... but then maybe I could name his other sons Elmo and Kermit as well

Mostly a joke there, always found it hilarious that there was a Grover who had a Grandson Elmo, who had sons Kermit and Oscar.

You just need a great-grandson Fozzie.

[Union Princes]

Isn't 10,000 too much for a vassal lord like the Tully's. That's half of the total levy strength of the riverlands in the books.

Make it 3,000 troops.

[The Anarcho-Syndicalist Commune]

Name: Saenya Farwind, previously Taraleos
Appearance:

Age: 23

Bio: Saenya Taraleos was the middle daughter of Valon Taraleos, a magister of Lys with a reasonable deal of prestige. Her days included recieving courtship from the sons of other Magisters, writing poetry with her mother, and living on the isle of Luxury that was her home city. She had everything that most in the world desired, and yet she wanted more. Her family was once great, among the Dragonlords of Valyria, and yet they were now forced to squabble for glory among the lowborn magisters of a city of whores forced to bend the knee to an upstart bastard city on the mouth of the Rhoyne. And so Saenya began to plot, planning her own return to glory.

Her plans would end up being both interrupted by the arrival of a young pirate in her father's house. Her father had paid the barely-man to kill a political rival on the high seas, and the young man had done so with the brutality of a maul but the precision of a dagger. She was impressed by both the lad's ambition, and his figure, the attributes and features of a Valyrian turned to iron and made brutal. Through Saenya's own machinations, she and the boy began to court, and she found herself falling for the man of steel who she had brought into her life. As it turned out, the lad was no mere pirate, but one of the rumored Westerosi Ironborn that made the subject of tall tales in Lys. Within a year the pair were wed, and soon after Taedor was called to sail home with his father to witness his sire's ascendancy to his seat.

It was through Saenya's wealth and the couple's combined machinations that saw the newly titled Byrant Farwind drowned by a Faceless Man on the coast of Ironman's Bay. Taedor was coronated shortly after, and soon after that Saenya gave birth to the child's first child, Earon. The Lysene woman soon became an entrenched figure in the politics of the Ironborn kingdom, becoming as feared in the shadows as her husband was in the light. Saenya desires true glory, and nothing will stop her or Taedor from achieving it.

Mundane Skills: Intellect- Naturally quick and tutored by some of the best minds in the Free Cities, Saenya may not be able to fight effectively with even a dagger, but she instead can best near any opponent in a game of wits. While her husband is clever when it comes to combat and more basic political movements, Saenya definetly makes up more of the brains of the pair, putting political moves into place years ahead of time and making it seem like it was an entirely other person who benefited from her machinations.

Magic (If Any): None

Personality: Ruthless, Intelligent, Cunning, and unquestionably stubborn. At least the real her is. For the sake of appearances and to play the Westerosi, Saenya makes herself seem like simply another ditzy and joyful Lysene who couldn't care less about realm politics. Like her husband, she is softened by the presence of her other half, but it can be a risky move to try and play her in any circumstance.
Kingdom: The Isles and Rivers
Is he/she a Ruler? No

[Nuxipal]

Isn't 10,000 too much for a vassal lord like the Tully's. That's half of the total levy strength of the riverlands in the books.

Make it 3,000 troops.

10,000 is a bit much, but 3000 is far too small for the Tully lands. Remember, the Riverlands are just as fertile as the Reach in terms of crop production. Its failing is that no River King ever gave out city charters to places like Fairmarket, which prevented their growth into actual cities more than anything else. For The Tullys in particular, they do have one of the biggest castles and supposedly land to suit it. I'd say ~5000 to 6000 men could be levied for a war. Probably a standing force of some 100-200 knights and another 500 or so full time men-at-arms.

[Sarderia]

Isn't 10,000 too much for a vassal lord like the Tully's. That's half of the total levy strength of the riverlands in the books.

Make it 3,000 troops.

10,000 is a bit much, but 3000 is far too small for the Tully lands. Remember, the Riverlands are just as fertile as the Reach in terms of crop production. Its failing is that no River King ever gave out city charters to places like Fairmarket, which prevented their growth into actual cities more than anything else. For The Tullys in particular, they do have one of the biggest castles and supposedly land to suit it. I'd say ~5000 to 6000 men could be levied for a war. Probably a standing force of some 100-200 knights and another 500 or so full time men-at-arms.

Isn't 10,000 too much for a vassal lord like the Tully's. That's half of the total levy strength of the riverlands in the books.

Make it 3,000 troops.

Is 6,500 sufficient? The Tullys have Riverrun which is confluence of two rivers, and according to the events in ACOK it has many small villages surrounding it as well.

[Nuxipal]

10,000 is a bit much, but 3000 is far too small for the Tully lands. Remember, the Riverlands are just as fertile as the Reach in terms of crop production. Its failing is that no River King ever gave out city charters to places like Fairmarket, which prevented their growth into actual cities more than anything else. For The Tullys in particular, they do have one of the biggest castles and supposedly land to suit it. I'd say ~5000 to 6000 men could be levied for a war. Probably a standing force of some 100-200 knights and another 500 or so full time men-at-arms.

Isn't 10,000 too much for a vassal lord like the Tully's. That's half of the total levy strength of the riverlands in the books.

Make it 3,000 troops.

Is 6,500 sufficient? The Tullys have Riverrun which is confluence of two rivers, and according to the events in ACOK it has many small villages surrounding it as well.

I think that'd be a fair compromise imo.

[Arlye Austros]

Isn't 10,000 too much for a vassal lord like the Tully's. That's half of the total levy strength of the riverlands in the books.

Make it 3,000 troops.

10,000 is a bit much, but 3000 is far too small for the Tully lands. Remember, the Riverlands are just as fertile as the Reach in terms of crop production. Its failing is that no River King ever gave out city charters to places like Fairmarket, which prevented their growth into actual cities more than anything else. For The Tullys in particular, they do have one of the biggest castles and supposedly land to suit it. I'd say ~5000 to 6000 men could be levied for a war. Probably a standing force of some 100-200 knights and another 500 or so full time men-at-arms.

I would consider, still, that the power we see in house Tully by the recorded history seems to be derived from their position after the conquest. Prior to the conquest their standing might not be so superior to other local houses.
Although it does seem they did gather some power in the background via marriages and political alliances over the generations. So I don't really know.

[Vrijstaat Limburg]

10,000 is a bit much, but 3000 is far too small for the Tully lands. Remember, the Riverlands are just as fertile as the Reach in terms of crop production. Its failing is that no River King ever gave out city charters to places like Fairmarket, which prevented their growth into actual cities more than anything else. For The Tullys in particular, they do have one of the biggest castles and supposedly land to suit it. I'd say ~5000 to 6000 men could be levied for a war. Probably a standing force of some 100-200 knights and another 500 or so full time men-at-arms.

I would consider, still, that the power we see in house Tully by the recorded history seems to be derived from their position after the conquest. Prior to the conquest their standing might not be so superior to other local houses.
Although it does seem they did gather some power in the background via marriages and political alliances over the generations. So I don't really know.

I would think that their ability to garner alliances through marriage and diplomacy only really took off after they were instated as Lord Paramount. Don't forget: The Riverlands has always had a bloody history, but wars, particularly those greatly involving the Riverlands, generally decreased after Aegon's conquest. One big relatively peaceful realm united under a single monarch gave the kingdom in the centre of Westeros time to stabilize and prosper. Consider that house Tully wasn't a very well-known house in the Riverlands. I'd wager that they only got their position as LP because they were the first to back Aegon, not because they were mighty and/or rich. On the contrary: many a Riverlander family with property and rights worth defending would shy away from supporting a foreign invader, trying to keep what they had to begin with. Only a desperate power would cling to the Targaryen line during Aegon's Conquest methinks.

As far as I know, countless of Riverlanders died under the harsh Hoare occupation, either through economic mishaps due to hefty taxes, or due to forced labour laws that allowed the construction of monumental works, such as Harrenhal.
It's ultimately up to the OP to decide, though. I'm only giving my two cents.

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I would consider, still, that the power we see in house Tully by the recorded history seems to be derived from their position after the conquest. Prior to the conquest their standing might not be so superior to other local houses.
Although it does seem they did gather some power in the background via marriages and political alliances over the generations. So I don't really know.

I would think that their ability to garner alliances through marriage and diplomacy only really took off after they were instated as Lord Paramount. Don't forget: The Riverlands has always had a bloody history, but wars, particularly those greatly involving the Riverlands, generally decreased after Aegon's conquest. One big relatively peaceful realm united under a single monarch gave the kingdom in the centre of Westeros time to stabilize and prosper. Consider that house Tully wasn't a very well-known house in the Riverlands. I'd wager that they only got their position as LP because they were the first to back Aegon, not because they were mighty and/or rich. On the contrary: many a Riverlander family with property and rights worth defending would shy away from supporting a foreign invader, trying to keep what they had to begin with. Only a desperate power would cling to the Targaryen line during Aegon's Conquest methinks.

As far as I know, countless of Riverlanders died under the harsh Hoare occupation, either through economic mishaps due to hefty taxes, or due to forced labour laws that allowed the construction of monumental works, such as Harrenhal.
It's ultimately up to the OP to decide, though. I'm only giving my two cents.

I would agree, House Mooton and House Mallister were the most prestigious houses left after the demise of House Mudd. I could be mistaken but I believe that the Tully’s were even ran out of Riverrun by the Iron Isles.

House Tully gained prominence by being the first to defy House Hoare and joining the Targ host. They joined the Targ’s because they already had poor relations with House Hoare and figured they might as well take the chance to elevate their position. I would think their levy would be close to 3000-4000 men pre-conquest if that due to their poor relations with their overlords.