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A Song of Ice and Fire: The Lives of Four Kings

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A Song of Ice and Fire: The Lives of Four Kings

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As this is advance I expect at least one to two paragraphs in every part that calls for extensive writing(obviously age, name and liege lord are rather short entries)

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A Song of Ice and Fire: The Lives of Four Kings

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE

_{T H E L I V E S O F F O U R K I N G S}

Theme

T H E R O L E P L A Y

This roleplay is based off of the novel series A Song of Ice and Fire and the television show Game of Thrones. The game is story-driven where the choices of characters will affect noble houses, cities, and an entire nation. In it you can take control of an entire noble house or a standalone character be they a mercenary, a priest, a singer, a scholar, or an assassin. Whatever the role, you will become another player in this world where political intrigue, cloak-and-dagger espionage and bloodshed are all simply tools to success in the game of thrones.

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S E T T I N G

"The Gods won't mind. They spill more blood than the rest of us combined.
_{Jaime Lannister, to the High Sparrow.}

After a decade under King Baelor the Blessed, the popular but mentally unstable monarch was forced to give up his crown by a narrow vote in the Great Council of 171. Baelor's sisters were passed over by the council and his uncle Viserys ascended to the Iron Throne. Viserys ruled ably, and the realm is at peace, but tensions are high due to the king's facilitating of an alliance with the Principality of Dorne whom many consider a mortal enemy of the rest of Westeros. Furthermore, House Targaryen itself is deeply divided as several members of the King's family pursue their own vendettas and ambitions, with many seeking to undermine Viserys' rule. This familial strife has caused great turmoil as the noble houses are drawn into the conflict, choosing which dragon they follow, and splitting the country into factions. Once more, the great game threatens to erupt into full-blown war.

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H I S T O R Y & T H E R E A L M

The History of Westeros

It is the 184th year since Aegon the Conqueror came upon on the shores of King's Landing and united the realm with Fire and Blood. Now, under the reign of Viserys, Second of His Name, the realm is both prosperous and at peace. At least on the surface. Underneath the ostensible propserity of the land and the amity of the noble houses, the embers of discontent are building to an inferno of war.

Baelor the Blessed, the previous Targaryen King to sit the throne proved... unstable. A holy man, on the tenth year of his reign Baelor collapsed from an extended period of fasting, and very nearly died. Thanks to the work of the Grand Maester and perhaps the Seven themselves Baelor would live, but this event shook the faith of his council even further past its already paltry tolerance for the ailing monarch.

Although well loved by the small folk and the more faithful lords of the realm Baelor's edicts had grown more and more troublesome. Shortly after his collapse Baelor attempted to pass an edict mandating that all the people of the Seven Kingdoms convert to the worship of the Seven. This would prove to be the final straw.

Viserys Targaryen, Baelor's uncle and Hand of the King, called a Great Council before the edict could be made into law. He called for Baelor's abdication of the throne, citing his nephew's mental instability, and put forward himself as replacement. Lords great and small traveled to the castle of Harrenhal to cast their vote as to who would lead them. In the end, Viserys would win the crown despite the claims of his nieces, due to the precedent of the Great Council of 101, the reluctance of many lords to hand the crown to a woman and that the women had been locked in Baelor's Maidenvault, leaving them with little support. Baelor was allowed to remain as advisor on the small council to avoid any additonal friction, and Baelor the Blessed seemed pleased with the result.

And so in the year 171 AC, Baelor the Blessed kept his crown of flowers but gave up the Iron Throne to his uncle. Viserys took up his brother Aegon's simple golden crown and all the lords under his writ bent the knee, though some did so with far more hesitance and reluctance than others. Viserys, though undoubtedly intelligent and skilled at statecraft, had grown stern with age and was not well-loved. Despite his progressive administrative and legal reforms, his creation of a royal mint, his succesful efforts to expand trade, and a reign of peace and comfort, many saw the King as a pernicious and duplicitous schemer.

He had poisoned his nephew in order to take the crown, some said. He had usurped Baelor's throne, they claimed. Criticism were not limited to Viserys himself however. His heir, Aegon was seen as lustful, conniving, and petty. And Aegon's son, the bookish Daeron, was also disdained by some for his lack of skill with arms and his intellectual disposition. Many believed that neither were fit to sit on the Iron Throne.

Viserys' reversal of Baelor's fundamentalist policies also angered many of the Faithful, in the clergy, the nobility, and the general populace. Many of these same critics also saw Baelor as still being the rightful King, and that his forced abdication was a great injustice. Still some continued to support Daena the Defiant. The princess was a great beauty, strong and willfull, famed throughout the land and had many admirers both highborn and lowborn. Her son, Daemon Waters, drew even more love as he grew into a peerless warrior, a man many saw as worthy to hold the sword Blackfyre and wear the Valyrian steel crown. Aegon the Conqueror born again.

Viserys' most controversial act was the announcement of the betrothal of his granddaughter Daenerys to Prince Maron Martell of Sunspear, and that negotiations had been opened for Dorne to join the Iron Throne's domains as the Seventh Kingdom, once Daenerys came of age and was married to the Prince. Prince Daeron had already been married to the Princess Mariah, Maron's sister, forming an uneasy peace. The announcement drew the ire of many nobles and smallfolk both in Dorne and the other kingdoms, especially in the Reach and the Stormlands, whose people had been warring with the Dornish for countless generations.

It is now the thirteenth year of King Viserys' reign, the Targaryen family has grown larger than ever before, and tensions have reached a peak. Many of the Faithful decry what they perceive to be a degradation in the country's moral and religious values, and call for a return to the piety of Baelor's reign. Even more extreme and rogue elements preach holy war on the supposed infidels of the North and the Iron Islands. Numerous small skirmishes and brawls between men of the Marches and the Red Mountains have strained the already fragile peace between Dorne and the rest of Westeros, while their lords do little to curtail the violence.

And in King Viserys' court, the great game continues as ever. Despite the King's best efforts, his house is divided by deep rivalries and emnities, as various parties in the capital scheme for power and influence, and more than a few seek to end Visery's rule. For the moment, the battles are fought with words and in the shadows. But as the days pass, more and more sense that fire and blood will once again engulf the realm as brother turns against brother, and House Targaryen wars amongst itself.

House Targaryen

Note: All Targaryens on the tree were born at their canon years. Please note, if you wish to play any do research to know their age and temperment

The Targaryens are the blood of the dragon, descended from the high lords of the ancient Freehold of Valyria, their heritage proclaimed in a striking (some say inhuman) beauty, with lilac or indigo or violet eyes and hair of silver-gold or platinum white.

Aegon the Dragon's ancestors escaped the Doom of Valyria and the chaos and slaughter that followed to settle on Dragonstone, a rocky island in the narrow sea. It was from there that Aegon and his sisters Visenya and Rhaenys sailed to conquer the Seven Kingdoms. To preserve the blood royal and keep it pure, House Targaryen has often followed the Valyrian custom of wedding brother to sister. Aegon himself took both his sisters to wife, and fathered sons on each. The Targaryen banner is a three-headed dragon, red on black, the three heads representing Aegon and his sisters. The Targaryen words are Fire and Blood.

King Viserys Targaryen, the Second of His Name
- His wife, {Larra Rogare} of Lys. Returned to her home in 140 AC and vanished soon after,
- Their children:
- Prince Aegon, heir to the Iron Throne, married to Princess Naerys,
- Princess Naerys, younger sister-wife of Aegon and twin sister of Aemon,
- Prince Aemon, called the Dragonknight, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard,
- Their grandchildren:
- Prince Daeron, married to Princess Mariah Martell of Dorne,
- Princess Daenerys, betrothed to Prince Maron Martell, Lord of Sunspear,
- Their great-grandchildren:
- Prince Baelor, betrothed to Jena Dondarrion,
- Prince Aerys, betrothed to Aelinor Penrose
- Prince Rhaegel,
- Prince Maekar,
- His nephews and nieces by his late brother King {Aegon}, Third of His Name,
- King {Daeron}, called the Young Dragon, First of His Name, killed in Dorne at eighteen,
- Prince, formerly King Baelor, called the Blessed, First of His Name, abdicated in 171
- Princess Daena, called the Defiant, former wife of King Baelor,
- Princess Rhaena, member of the Most Devout of the Faith of the Seven.
- Princess Elaena, paramour of Lord Alyn Velaryon, called the Oakenfist,
- Elaena's and Alyn's natural-born children:
- The twins Jon and Jeyne Waters,
- Viserys Waters, rumored to be Prince Aegon's son,
- His older half-sisters by Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince, and Laena Velaryon,
- Princess Baela, married with children to Lord Alyn Velaryon
- Princess Rhaena, her twin, married with children to Lord Garmund Hightower,
- His acknowledged noble grandchildren, by Prince Aegon, known as the Great Bastards,
- Ser Daemon, born by Princess Daena, married to Rohanne of Tyrosh,
- Ser Aegor Rivers, called Bittersteel, born by Barba Bracken,
- Mya, Gwenys, and Ser Brynden Rivers, called Bloodraven, born by Melissa Blackwood
- Shiera, born by Serenei of Lys

Characters in bold indicates they are being GM-Controlled.

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R U L E S

• GMs for the roleplay are myself and MrDidact.
• Typical Guild rules apply.
• Use common sense. We want to use logic and reason to create a good, enjoyable story.
• Listen to the GMs.
• Magic will be largely uninvolved in this roleplay, and there will certainly be no practitioners of it. It is mysterious, unknown, and rarely seen.
• Being advanced, try to provide adequate character development and depth in your storytelling. We want to immerse ourselves in Westeros.

House name

House Name

“House Words"

Head of the House

_{[ ⚔ ] S Y N O P S I S}

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(A brief synopsis of the history of your house both before and after the coming of Aegon the Conqueror, focusing on both major events and what your house's reputation is towards the rest of the world)

_{[ ⚔ ] S E A T}

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(A picture and/or brief description of your family's primary holding and its' location)

_{[ ⚔ ] M I L I T A R Y S T R E N G T H}

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(A general overview of the strength and composition of the military forces your House can command both in personal soldiers and levies. Exact numbers need not be listed, but it should be known how powerful militarily your house is, what the quality of your troops are; and whether they are largely light infantry, heavy cavalry, or everywhere in between. Any naval assets should be described as well.)

_{[ ⚔ ] M E M B E R S}

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(A family tree of your house, including extended family who share the same surname as the head of the house; siblings, cousins, aunts, and uncles, etc. You need not use all the members of your house as main characters, and only characters you intend to use as PCs or NPCs should be named. The rest can simply be referred to generally.)

_{[ ⚔ ] R E C E N T H I S T O R Y}

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(A brief overview of the history of your house during the reign of both Baelor the Blessed and Viserys the Second, and what has shaped your house to be what it is today.)

_{[ ⚔ ] L I E G E L O R D}

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(The person whom your house owe's its' fealty to, even technically.)

_{[ ⚔ ] P O V s}

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(The members of the house you intend to directly control as PCs.)

Character name

Character Name

_{[ ⚔ ]House}

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House Name

_{[ ⚔ ]Age}

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(How old is the character... obviously)

_{[ ⚔ ]Aliases}

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(Other names your character may be known by)

_{[ ⚔ ]Reputation}

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(Describe your character's personality, beliefs, motivations, and skills here, as well as how they might be perceived by the wider world.)

_{[ ⚔ ]Appearance}

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(A description of how your character looks, along with a drawn or live-action picture if you wish.)

_{[ ⚔ ]History}

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(An overview of your character's development and how they came to their present state, as well as any goals they may have for the future.)

_{[ ⚔ ]Notes}

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(Any other information about your character that you'd like to share that didn't fit in any of the above fields.)

A Song of Ice and Fire: The Lives of Four Kings

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE

_{T H E L I V E S O F F O U R K I N G S}

Theme

T H E R O L E P L A Y

This roleplay is based off of the novel series A Song of Ice and Fire and the television show Game of Thrones. The game is story-driven where the choices of characters will affect noble houses, cities, and an entire nation. In it you can take control of an entire noble house or a standalone character be they a mercenary, a priest, a singer, a scholar, or an assassin. Whatever the role, you will become another player in this world where political intrigue, cloak-and-dagger espionage and bloodshed are all simply tools to success in the game of thrones.

---

S E T T I N G

"The Gods won't mind. They spill more blood than the rest of us combined.
_{Jaime Lannister, to the High Sparrow.}

After a decade under King Baelor the Blessed, the popular but mentally unstable monarch was forced to give up his crown by a narrow vote in the Great Council of 171. Baelor's sisters were passed over by the council and his uncle Viserys ascended to the Iron Throne. Viserys ruled ably, and the realm is at peace, but tensions are high due to the king's facilitating of an alliance with the Principality of Dorne whom many consider a mortal enemy of the rest of Westeros. Furthermore, House Targaryen itself is deeply divided as several members of the King's family pursue their own vendettas and ambitions, with many seeking to undermine Viserys' rule. This familial strife has caused great turmoil as the noble houses are drawn into the conflict, choosing which dragon they follow, and splitting the country into factions. Once more, the great game threatens to erupt into full-blown war.

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H I S T O R Y & T H E R E A L M

The History of Westeros

It is the 184th year since Aegon the Conqueror came upon on the shores of King's Landing and united the realm with Fire and Blood. Now, under the reign of Viserys, Second of His Name, the realm is both prosperous and at peace. At least on the surface. Underneath the ostensible propserity of the land and the amity of the noble houses, the embers of discontent are building to an inferno of war.

Baelor the Blessed, the previous Targaryen King to sit the throne proved... unstable. A holy man, on the tenth year of his reign Baelor collapsed from an extended period of fasting, and very nearly died. Thanks to the work of the Grand Maester and perhaps the Seven themselves Baelor would live, but this event shook the faith of his council even further past its already paltry tolerance for the ailing monarch.

Although well loved by the small folk and the more faithful lords of the realm Baelor's edicts had grown more and more troublesome. Shortly after his collapse Baelor attempted to pass an edict mandating that all the people of the Seven Kingdoms convert to the worship of the Seven. This would prove to be the final straw.

Viserys Targaryen, Baelor's uncle and Hand of the King, called a Great Council before the edict could be made into law. He called for Baelor's abdication of the throne, citing his nephew's mental instability, and put forward himself as replacement. Lords great and small traveled to the castle of Harrenhal to cast their vote as to who would lead them. In the end, Viserys would win the crown despite the claims of his nieces, due to the precedent of the Great Council of 101, the reluctance of many lords to hand the crown to a woman and that the women had been locked in Baelor's Maidenvault, leaving them with little support. Baelor was allowed to remain as advisor on the small council to avoid any additonal friction, and Baelor the Blessed seemed pleased with the result.

And so in the year 171 AC, Baelor the Blessed kept his crown of flowers but gave up the Iron Throne to his uncle. Viserys took up his brother Aegon's simple golden crown and all the lords under his writ bent the knee, though some did so with far more hesitance and reluctance than others. Viserys, though undoubtedly intelligent and skilled at statecraft, had grown stern with age and was not well-loved. Despite his progressive administrative and legal reforms, his creation of a royal mint, his succesful efforts to expand trade, and a reign of peace and comfort, many saw the King as a pernicious and duplicitous schemer.

He had poisoned his nephew in order to take the crown, some said. He had usurped Baelor's throne, they claimed. Criticism were not limited to Viserys himself however. His heir, Aegon was seen as lustful, conniving, and petty. And Aegon's son, the bookish Daeron, was also disdained by some for his lack of skill with arms and his intellectual disposition. Many believed that neither were fit to sit on the Iron Throne.

Viserys' reversal of Baelor's fundamentalist policies also angered many of the Faithful, in the clergy, the nobility, and the general populace. Many of these same critics also saw Baelor as still being the rightful King, and that his forced abdication was a great injustice. Still some continued to support Daena the Defiant. The princess was a great beauty, strong and willfull, famed throughout the land and had many admirers both highborn and lowborn. Her son, Daemon Waters, drew even more love as he grew into a peerless warrior, a man many saw as worthy to hold the sword Blackfyre and wear the Valyrian steel crown. Aegon the Conqueror born again.

Viserys' most controversial act was the announcement of the betrothal of his granddaughter Daenerys to Prince Maron Martell of Sunspear, and that negotiations had been opened for Dorne to join the Iron Throne's domains as the Seventh Kingdom, once Daenerys came of age and was married to the Prince. Prince Daeron had already been married to the Princess Mariah, Maron's sister, forming an uneasy peace. The announcement drew the ire of many nobles and smallfolk both in Dorne and the other kingdoms, especially in the Reach and the Stormlands, whose people had been warring with the Dornish for countless generations.

It is now the thirteenth year of King Viserys' reign, the Targaryen family has grown larger than ever before, and tensions have reached a peak. Many of the Faithful decry what they perceive to be a degradation in the country's moral and religious values, and call for a return to the piety of Baelor's reign. Even more extreme and rogue elements preach holy war on the supposed infidels of the North and the Iron Islands. Numerous small skirmishes and brawls between men of the Marches and the Red Mountains have strained the already fragile peace between Dorne and the rest of Westeros, while their lords do little to curtail the violence.

And in King Viserys' court, the great game continues as ever. Despite the King's best efforts, his house is divided by deep rivalries and emnities, as various parties in the capital scheme for power and influence, and more than a few seek to end Visery's rule. For the moment, the battles are fought with words and in the shadows. But as the days pass, more and more sense that fire and blood will once again engulf the realm as brother turns against brother, and House Targaryen wars amongst itself.

House Targaryen

King Viserys Targaryen, the Second of His Name,
- His wife, {Larra Rogare} of Lys. Returned to her home in 140 AC and vanished soon after,
- Their children:
- Prince Aegon, heir to the Iron Throne, married to Princess Naerys,
- Princess Naerys, younger sister-wife of Aegon and twin sister of Aemon,
- Prince Aemon, called the Dragonknight, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard,
- Their grandchildren:
- Prince Daeron, married to Princess Mariah Martell of Dorne,
- Princess Daenerys, betrothed to Prince Maron Martell, Lord of Sunspear,
- Their great-grandchildren:
- Prince Baelor, married with children to Jena Dondarrion,
- Prince Aerys, married to Aelinor Penrose
- Prince Rhaegel, married with children to Alys Arryn,
- Prince Maekar, married to Dyanna Dayne,
- His nephews and nieces by his late brother King {Aegon}, Third of His Name,
- King {Daeron}, called the Young Dragon, First of His Name, killed in Dorne at eighteen,
- Prince, formerly King Baelor, called the Blessed, First of His Name, abdicated in 171,
- Princess Daena, called the Defiant, former wife of King Baelor,
- Princess Rhaena, member of the Most Devout of the Faith of the Seven.
- Princess Elaena, paramour of Lord Alyn Velaryon, called the Oakenfist,
- Elaena's and Alyn's natural-born children:
- The twins Jon and Jeyne Waters,
- Viserys Waters, rumored to be Prince Aegon's son,
- His older half-sisters by Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince, and Laena Velaryon,
- Princess Baela, married with children to Lord Alyn Velaryon
- Princess Rhaena, her twin, married with children to Lord Garmund Hightower,
- His acknowledged noble grandchildren, by Prince Aegon, known as the Great Bastards,
- Ser Daemon, born by Princess Daena, married with children to Rohanne of Tyrosh,
- Ser Aegor Rivers, called Bittersteel, born by Barba Bracken,
- Mya, Gwenys, and Ser Brynden Rivers, called Bloodraven, born by Melissa Blackwood
- Shiera, born by Serenei of Lys,

Characters in bold indicates they are being GM-Controlled.

(Note: Viserys' grandchildren and their descendants have earlier birthdates than in canon in order to be playable during the RP's timeline, all other Targaryen birthdates are unaltered, and specific ages of the altered characters will be left to their players)

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R U L E S

• GMs for the roleplay are myself and MrDidact.
• Typical Guild rules apply.
• Use common sense. We want to use logic and reason to create a good, enjoyable story.
• Listen to the GMs.
• Magic will be largely uninvolved in this roleplay, and there will certainly be no practitioners of it. It is mysterious, unknown, and rarely seen.
• Being advanced, try to provide adequate character development and depth in your storytelling. We want to immerse ourselves in Westeros.

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

The Stepstones, Aegon's great bastards

They had been campaigning for just over a month. And the fires still burned.

When the rebellion started, countless petty lords and landed knights had risen up against Lord Velaryon and the throne. On every isle they had risen in the thousands to oppose the royal writ. And the crown responded swiftly.

One of the largest armadas assembled in recent history had embarked to the Stepstones, with almost the entire royal fleet and the fleets of Lord Aurane and the so-called Prince of the Narrow Sea, Salladhor Saan gathering around the islands.

They had smashed whatever rebel ships they came across, but eventually the pirate ships disappeared, though raiders and bandits still roamed the countryside and multiple castle garrisons and ragtag armies were still in revolt.

Daemon had sent men to cover each of the major islands, levies from Dragonstone and Driftmark, Night Riders and Legionnaires, and men from Torturer's Deep and those leal local lords and knights. They then began systematically cleaning out the Scorpion rebel dens.

Valanna upon Tiberian and Matarys upon Haeraxis had been sent to accompany their own divisions. Daemon had taken the main force of Velaryon men and rode Cairax to Bloodstone. Castles and towns and enemy companies burned, whenever they offered resistance, and the same was the case across the islands.

Smoke rose to the grey sky on a daily basis and ash fell like snow. Eventually, all of the major Scorpion dens outside of Bloodstone had been pacified, for the moment, though ragged bands of men still roamed in the countryside to stage small-scale guerilla raids. Curiously, it seemed as if the great part of the rebel army had been absent with their fleet.

But now the commanders of the field campaign had been gathered to Bloodstone, where they had identified the last known Scorpion stronghold. Daemon had called his siblings to him, and now they met in council.

They met in a small castle that was the home of a local petty lord. He had bent the knee and turned the castle over to Daemon, and Daemon's army was encamped around the holding, a tent city in the thousands. The castle was crowded as well with the knights and bannermen and commanders with Daemon, and they all greeted the two dragon riders with respectful nods.

Valanna, tall and full-figured was draped in black leather armor that accentuated her form, a longsword at her side. She was younger than Matarys by a year, but had the silver hair and purple eyes of Valyria, despite her mother being of Dornish stock. Her mother's blood was represented in the caramel brown skin that marked her apart from her fairer relatives, and caused a striking contrast with her pale hair that hung to her shoulders.

She had arrived just as Matarys did and embraced her brother with a hug and a wicked smile, "Glad to see you, brother. Those pirates didn't manage to knock you off of the saddle after all."

Matarys returned his half sisters hug, answering her smile with little more than a riased eyebrow. Unlike his fair haired sister Matarys smooth brown hair was tied into a ponytail behind his head, the long hair drawn into a tight tie near the top back of his skull. His beard and goate were cropped close to his chin as he was never one to allow his facial hair to go un-maintained.

In another contrast to Valanna, Matarys was in his full plate mail, the red enameled steel shone darkly inside the room, having gone without proper polish in some time. Soot clung to its edges still, by product from the flames of Haeraxis that had not been washed away.

"I would certainly hope I was not knocked off Valanna, it would mean I had improperly fastened my riding chains. Seeing as not a single one of their men seem to have any sort of aim.", he admired her gilded blade as she presented it to him, its richly gilded hilt making it an impressive piece of loot.

Valanna laughed, holding out her arm for Matarys to escort her as they walked down the battlements, "Aye, those pirates can't hit the broad side of a barn for the most part. Mayhaps their sailors are better shots, but I haven't even needed armor this whole time. As soon as they see Tiberian, most of them give up or run away on the spot."

Matarys linked his arm with hers as was customary, wallking along the battlements as dusk settled upon the camp. His bright lilac eyes seemed almost luminescent in the fading light. He let the ghost of a smirk pass his lips at Valanna's comments. Even the Black Princeling was not devoid of all humour.

"They lack spine, so may years of easy plunder has made them soft, complacent and unprepared to be properly challenged. Vicious men for certain, but unable to hold courage once they begin to lose. The sight of a dragon is too much for such men and I've seen my share of hosts run. In all honesty it has begun to bore me. They run only to resurface and plunder peasants rather than face the fires of Haeraxis or the blades of my men."
, he scowled seemingly at nothing as he thought of the many faux engagements that were simply bandits running from him.

Valanna nodded, "Indeed. Between Edric, Arianne, and Aurane they haven't been able to raid Westeros any longer even. They've only been striking out on small raids on a passing Lysene or Braavosi ship whenever they work up the courage and wit to avoid the authorities. We've beaten them into submission multiple times. And yet they persist in rebelling. Well, let's hope we get rid of this latest rebel leader and the lords fall back in line. Or else lose their heads. This should be the last time, I don't want to come back to these backwaters again, profitable as they may be."

Matarys shook his head dismissively, "The Lords of the Stepstones have had enough chances. I beleive we sould take wing and burn them all out. None will rebel after that and none could blame the crown.", he mused thoughtfully, liking the idea of letting Haeraxis loose upon the rebellious lords and their holds.

Valanna nodded thoughtfully, "Perhaps you are right. Daemon's been doing a good job of burning them already, but perhaps we should go further. At the very least, heads need to roll and hostages need to be taken."

"But enough about heads," Valanna gestured to the new curved knife on her belt, with a gold gilded hilt, "Took it off of one of their captains. The war has been kind to me so far. How have you fared?"

"Indeed it has been kind to you. I myself have not yet found any sort of martial loot, but I have chained to Haeraxis a small chest bursting with gold and jewels. Some foolish pirate Lord's personal loot I imagine. It would seem there is no better an enemy than pirates when seeking personal gain.", Matarys suggested.

She smirked at her brother, "You are right brother. These islands may not have much in themselves but there is a lot more gold and treasure hidden around then you'd think. They've been preying on merchants and passenger ships for centuries after all."

"But what are you going to do with gold? You're swimming in it already. What are you going to do, buy some jewelry?" Valanna was fond of her light-hearted japes and teasing and almost never meant any of it. It was a simple chat between brother and sister as fires roared in the horizon.

At her mention of his plunder Matarys shrugged lightly, "A new blade? A new suit of armor? If i have enough perhaps an estate in Essos or Dorne. I may have the blood of the dragon and a rich house to support me but personal gold is often more useful. No one to complain about wasting others coin."

Now it was her turn to arch her brow at him, "A new manse? You never told me," she pouted out her lips in mock hurt, "Don't tell me you're leaving King's Landing Matarys? What are you going to do in Essos? You'll be horribly bored without us around. And I never thought you much cared for Dorne either. The sun doesn't suit your complexion." She laughed and they continued on, working their way to the keep's hall.

It was Matarys turn to jape it seemed as he smirked cruelly, "Well Valanna I just feel that perhaps I can find far more beautiful women in Essoss. I feel we have a severe lack of them in Kings Landing.", rarely did Matarys joke, and often it was mean spirited but here at least he was genuine with his humour.

She laughed and playfully slapped Matarys on the arm, "And here I was missing your homely mug these past few weeks. Now I remembered what an arse you can be," she pursed her lips and said, "I'll have you know that Ser Luthor Crakehall and Ser Desmond Massey almost duelled over me once, at Aemon's wedding. You can't mean such things, Matarys. Julianna made a beautiful bride. Nymeria, Catelyn Tully, Baela all beautiful."

The young man managed to hold his smile longer than usual, "I must say I've never been called homely before sister. A woman of firsts you are indeed.", he teased. However at the mention of Prince Aemon's wedding he already began to visibly sour, smile turning to smirk to twisted smirk. Harmless enough, Aemon may have been Matarys' rival but he could stomach the wedding knowing Aemon could be tied only to one of his loves.

Valanna laughed, "I always try to be Matarys. I was the first to have a hatchling if I remember correctly."

She smirked, "Though I think you had eyes for only one woman."

It was not until the mention of Daenyra than Matarys smile dissapeared completely. His eyes seemed to gleam in anger, for that was who Valanna was speaking of. She had attended on the arm of Monterys her husband, and Matarys had spoken only briefly to her. He had stuck to the walls and shadows of the celebration. He kept his arm in hers but his gauntleted hand squeezed down, metal shod fingers crushing into the soft sleeves hard enough to begin to bruise. A very clear but subtle threat.

His face was solemn now as he locked eyes with Valanna, pale lilac orbs burning into hers, "It was quite the wedding wasn't it? You'll have to forgive me sister, how did Ser Luthor and Desmond resolve their conflict?", the switch in topic and pressure on her arm made it clear he wished for her to no longer press the subject.

Valanna frowned as the mirth died, staring back into Matarys' eyes as she felt the pressure on her wrist. The warrior princess didn't react much more than grit her teeth in discomfort for a moment but made no further comment, saying, "It was amusing at first, but I decided to take pity on the poor men and danced with them both. I made sure there were no hard feelings."

She left a significant pause to let the implied apology sink in before saying, "And thankfully they let bygones be bygones."

They reached the great hall and the guards opened the doors to convey them inside. Along the walls were knights and lords who had come along on the campaign, and at the lord's seat was Daemon Waters, the oldest of Prince Aegon's great bastards.

Daemon's silver hair was cropped short, his matching beard similarly trimmed close. Daemon was tall, taller than both Valanna and Matarys and with broad shoulders to match. His muscled arms strained the fabric of his black and red leather jerkin and his skin was tanned by the sun, a prominent scar cutting down one of his cheeks. A relic from his days helping Prince Aemon patrol the waters near Dragonstone.

Their elder brother stood, and smiled, "Matarys, Valanna. Good to see you both, how have the islands been treating you? I trust you had pleasant flights? Thirsty, hungry?"

Valanna smiled back at Daemon and went to hug him, "I could use some wine Daemon, and I've been faring well. These islanders haven't been giving me too much trouble."

Daemon hugged Valanna back and reached out a strong arm to grip Matarys' in a manly greeting.

"Less fights than watching cowards backs as they dissapear over the horizon.", Matarys grimaced and took Daemons hand, embracing him as brothers do. Once done he stepped back and took his place at Daemons right hand side, sitting down in the chair and finally removing his soot tipped gauntlets.

"I could use a glass of water myself brother. The islands are hot, I've debated wearing less armor to better deal with the heat."

Valanna sat as well and Daemon snapped his fingers, calling for wine, he sat back down and said, "Aye, humid as all hell here. The locals tell me that the storms should be starting soon, won't that make fighting with dragons interesting? But I would recommend the armor, Matarys. And you as well Valanna. Once we finish with the pirate dens, we need to find the fleets. And I won't have one of you taking an arrow from some salty Stepstoner sailer. It'd be an embrassment to the family."

The servants came and poured wine for them all, Daemon drunk and said, "To business then. I trust you both pacified your islands by now, at least for the most part. Anything to report?"

Valanna nodded, "Indeed. Malcontents still roam the wilds, but all of the knights and lords have either been burned out of their keeps and are in hiding or are now in chains, awaiting the King's judgement. We've sent the prisoners to Torturer's Deep for Aurane to send back to the Red Keep. We haven't encountered troops in signifcant numbers though. Bands of a few hundred at the most so far."

Matarys sipped from his glass, the odd man out at the table. Matarys did not drink wine, at least not commonly. He listened to Valanna's report, nodding in encouragment as he heard pf her success. He swilled the water in his cup while he listened, reflectingon his own similar experiences in the Stepstones... very similar. Something felt wrong about that. As she finished he let only a moment hand in silence before giving his own report.

"It has been much the same with my forces. Brigands and scoundrels with borrowed arms and armor. No significant force has yet met us on the field, the largest battle thus far was a few hundred men who brok and ran shortly after meeting us. Although some of the petty Lords put up more sport for me. Two at least were burnt out completely, naught but daughters and mothers still alive and sent to Torturers deep. Others have fled or been sent more... complete to be hostages.", he nodded as he finished his own report.

"I do not think these similarities are a coincidence Daemon. Something is... off", Matarys expressed his concern out loud. Only because he trusted Daemon.

Daemon's brow furrowed and he nodded, "I've had the same experience. We've captured nearly every castle, and put rebellious towns down. But we have yet to engage anything approaching a proper army. I've had the Night Riders hunting down raiders and outriders in the forests. But no damn battles."

He drank, "It is no coincedence. These islands may not be as fertile as the mainland, but they should be able to scrap together enough men to challenge Aurane on the field. Especially with sellswords. They have gold at least."

"The disappearance of their fleets is the same. I believe they're gearing up for an assault. On Torturer's Deep, Aurane's castle. I think they mean to break his navy, take his holdings, and take him prisoner. Leverage. That's why we've not encountered any serious resistance."

Valanna frowned, "It would make sense. But we know that the Scorpion den you mean to clean out is major. The largest, last keep they have. Perhaps they've all rallied there?"

Daemon shook his head, "Scouting reports say that it's the largest force we've seen yet. Several thousand men. But not the totality of their strength. And no ships in sight besides barely a score of dromonds off of the coast of the castle. I believe the Scorpion King has long since moved on from there. The question is should we move on it still?"

Matarys reclined in his chair, sipping from his glass of water. The look in his eyes was one of deep thought and contemplation. He stroked his beard absent mindedly as he considered the siblings options. With ten thousnad men between them it would seem foolish at least to him to commit an attack on the Scorpions den if so few soldiers were there to meet them.

"Devoting our combined forces to such a task would be a waste of our time, especially if it is not their true force. I think leaving them alone however would be just as foolish. If we can take Scorpions den the Scorpion King may begin to lose support after all. None of it matters if we can't find the true bulk of their forces though...", Matarys brooded, thinking on every hold, pirate den and bandit camp he had come upon during the war, perhaps there was a connection?

"Other than the lack of numbers, have our foes held any other similarities? Men cannot move without leaving signs and if a large force is indeed amassing to attack Torturer's Deep they are somewhere on the Stepstones."

Daemon nodded, "I agree. With our dragons, ten thousand men is overkill. But neither can we indiscriminately slaughter them with all three of our dragons either. We need live prisoners to get intelligence from, I suspect the castellan of the keep knows more than the rabble we have been capturing."

Valanna interjected, "The men we have been encountering are either green boys or old men it seems to me. Armed with rusted longswords, woodsman axes, and iron-shod clubs. The fighting men, and women, have all seemed to leave with all of the good steel and equipment. Good horses taken from the stables as well."

Daemon sipped, "Indeed. They seem to slip away in the night. No sign of them in the forests, no word from the scouts. It seems as though they've been very careful to slip out in small groups, ships most likely leaving in twos or threes but not flotillas. They could be gathering on one of the more remote islands, but that is hardly of any help. I do not know if we have enough men to keep order here and go gallivanting on some search."

"Which is why the King and Queen sent Aemon and his brothers on that covert mission of theres. We're expecting a raven or message soon. Perhaps the Crown Prince found out more."

Matarys expression soured once more at the mention of Aemon, especially now knowing he was in the stepstones. He sat up straight and held his tounge but all the same it already began to upset him. But this was war and he supposed it would indeed be difficult to find them and deal with the men at the Scorpions Den... perhaps he could yet turn this too his advantage.

"All the same, the Scorpions Den must be taken. If it pleases, in order to ensure we have the most men ready for a proper battle I would ask my host be allowed to take the Scorpions Den. I've no doubt the castellan will have answers and I can take it quickly. Besides, I doubt it is defended by green boys and old men. A man that can't hold his home is no man at all, and the Scorpion King is likely to have his horde there. I can take it from his men while you await word from the Crown Prince and his brothers."

Daemon thought for a few moments, then said, "Very well. Take a third of our forces and flush them out. I want the castellan and the other officers alive if possible. In the meantime, I will marshal all of our men together and prepare to move as soon as we receive intelligence from the Prince. Valanna and Tiberian will go with you. They'll have defenses to try and take down a dragon, you need another rider to help cover you. Agreed?"

"Agreed brother. The Scorpions den will be ours within days. We will depart in the morning. I would depart tonight but find myself quite exhausted, same with my men. The brignads have run us ragged brother, a night of rest should be sufficient however. Is our council here ajourned? Or are there other matters to be discussed?"

Daemon replied, "No, I believe that's all for now. There's matters of supply lines and garrisons, but I can discuss that just fine with my commanders. I hope both of you can join me for supper. I tire of the company I have kept at late, and desire a private dinner with family."

Valanna smiled, "I accept your invitation. It's been a while since we've sat down and relaxed a bit."

Matarys nodded, satisfied he would not need to deal with Aemon nor-credit him with his own accomplishments. "Of course brother, I am famished and would gladly sup with you and Valanna. I'm certain our hosts cooks can supply whatever we wish. Perhaps even more exotic dishes."

Daemon grinned, "You can bet on it Matarys. We're right in between the mainland and Essos. Some of the finest comes back and forth. I managed to requisition a shipment of spices from Myr. And the fishing is excellent. I'll have a table set within a few hours."

He called to a servant who nodded and scampered off, then Daemon stood, pulling on his gloves, "Now what say you two to a little ride? It's been a while since we've all raced hasn't it? Time we settled that last tie Matarys."

Valanna jumped up with a laugh, "This time I'll pull ahead boys, just you watch. If you aren't afeared of course Matarys."

"All smart men fear you Valanna, a woman with skill at arms is rare enough for your sex. Very well, perhaps a last flight will help Maeraxis sleep.", and stood with a slight sigh, a smirk on his lips.

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< M a t a r y s R i v e r s, the Black Princeling >
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Matarys is a young man of three and twenty, one of Aegon Targaryen's great bastards. Fathered on Lady Lollis Lothston by Aegon, Matarys Valyrian heritage is apparent in his shimmering lilac eyes and pale skin but has deep, mud-like brown hair. He stands at five and nine feet tall, he is not as large as some of his half-siblings or cousins but no less warrior.
He has fighters build, broad enough of shoulder and form but more graceful than a brute or slab of muscle, but still quite robust as a knight should be. His face is hard and often serious, smiles rarely grace his mildly gaunt features. He wears his smooth-brown hair back in a ponytail often rather than around his shoulders. He sports a close-cropped beard or goatee most of the time as well. He most often wears fine silks and wools, finely woven tunics in the colors of either his father's house or his own sigil.

Matarys takes for his sigil a single-headed red dragon with wings outstretched, displayed in the same fashion as the bat of House Lothston, and long fangs tipped with blood.
It sits on a field per bend, black and gold.

_{B I O G R A P H Y}

Matarys Rivers is the bastard son of Prince Aegon Targaryen and lady Lollis Lothston. One of the Prince's great bastard fathered on a noblewoman, Matarys was given one of the eggs laid by his father's dragon Viserion which would hatch into the Dragon Haeraxis ensuring none could question the boys bloodline. Matarys once he came of age was fostered in Kings Landing along with the Royal children and Aegon's other great bastards. It was there he would meet the Crown Prince Aemon and his beautiful sister Daenyra, a girl both he and Aemon would fall madly in love with.Thus would begin the great rivalry between the two boys that would rest with them many years, often childishly competing for Daenyra's affections, each seeking a leg up on his opponent. The two would grow up quite similar into quiet and serious young men and the foolish rivalry of two boys became the harsh competition of youth. Two dragon riders each looking to outdo the other, quarreling and fighting often they only seemed to grow worse with age.

All the same, they were of similar age and personality and temperament, leading to their educations being made to compliment each other. Just as Aemon was taught as Crown Prince, the future King of Westeros a leader and figurehead for the people. Matarys was taught the art of statesmanship himself, as an advisor, or even a possible hand to the future King. He was taught the intricacies of trade, diplomacy and most importantly intrigue. The art of political shadows, how to read when a man was lying and how best to gather information from the shadows. How to plot, scheme and look at the long road of rulership. Even with their complementing lessons the boys never got along well. As squires, they would spar often, not because they saw each other as equals but as rivals. Time and again one boy would cast down the other only for their next session to reverse. As they grew older still most men would grow to love Aemon, his Stark cousins n particular took well to him... but Matarys never did. Rather than bonding with Starks or Aemon Matarys sought darker friendships. The sons of House Lothston, his half-brothers, were notable amongst his childhood compatriots, men of swarthy attitude and intent that seemed to hover about the Black Princeling.

Although he never got on with Aemon, his other cousins and half-siblings often fared better with Matarys. His fellow great bastard Daemon Waters got on as well with Matary's as he did any other, being charming and honorable Matarys could be said to love Daemon as a close brother. His opinion on his trueborn half-siblings in Dorne varies, although he is universally jealous of their trueborn status.

Childish rival had gone to competition, and competition had soured further into deep disdain. The cousins clashed time and time again with word and steel, each seeming to be the only one who could rile the other up so. Still, even as they had grown, their love for Daenyra had not faded. In particular, Matarys believed he loved her more than Aemon ever could. Behind his back, many in the Red Keep had taken to calling him the 'Black bastard' or 'Black Princeling' for his ill moods and tendency, but never had he been so with her. With Daenyra it seemed as if Matarys was a different man, those who saw him this way would describe as drunk on his own infatuation, kind and gentle and courtly, a far cry from how he acted with her brother. Although Aemon often was forced to hide his love as a brother or otherwise Matarys intentions were always obvious.

But such childish fancy could only live so long. It was inevitable Daenyra be given neither to her brother, nor the Black bastard. She was given to Lord Monterys Velaryon, betrothed to him on her fourteenth name day. It was said the Black Princeling had stormed out angrily from the festivities that day. For some time he seemed surrounded by a dark mood, flying into short fits of black rage, particularly with Aemon. However, a day or so later Matarys calmed himself, but it was said that ever after all true joy had gone out from the young man, leaving only rage and vitriol. A year or so after he would be knighted, and allowed to choose for himself a sigil.

Since then he has served the Iron Throne and House Targaryen faithfully as a rider, commander, and advisor. To this day his rivalry with Aemon persists, although he has more important concerns. War throughout then Kingdoms rages, and young Matarys has been called to the Stepstones to aid Lord Aurane Velaryon in their reconquest. What he seeks now is anyone's guess, but the first steps to attain it will be upon the Stepstones.

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Matarys is a southern Knight, anointed in the seven oils and carries the tools of his possession. Matarys plate mail is quite advanced and notably ornate, a dark crimson enameled breastplate with his sigil embossed and inlaid in gold on his chest. His helm is enameled in much the same way, with a snarling fanged dragon for a crest whose small eyes are amber. Its long tail coils down and around his salet whilst its wings are flat against its sides as if recently landed. His cape is dark crimson bordered with gold and black. He carries a large kite shield whilst mounted and a smaller heater on foot, both with his sigil picked out on its front. He carries a castle forged bastard sword into battle as well as a dirk and lance.

Matarys is a dragon rider, his father had gifted him with an egg from Viserion in his crib. It hatched into Haeraxis of the Bloodflame. The dragon's scales are a deep crimson, except for his spinal scales which are the color of burnished gold, the same with his wingtips, claw tips and the tops of his horns. The skin of his wing membrane is black as soot, same for his teeth and the bases of his horns and claws. His flame is the color of spilled blood, shot through with blacks and dark gold color. His eyes are as black as twilight and glimmer brightly.

_{S K I L L S}

Matarys is more than a Knight and warrior, so much more. Reasonably talented with the sword, lance, dirk and shield Matarys is perhaps most skilled in the art of intrigue, plotting and scheming to be his mother's milk. Matarys is clever, conniving and sinister, fond of dark schemes and long-reaching plots. He plays the game of thrones well or at least aspires to do so. He is yet young, with many plans to lay and schemes to hatch. Despite his bastard Status he has a highborn education and can speak many languages, fluent in High Valyrian as well as most dialects, as well as several Essossi tounges.

His skill on dragonback is substantial, being one of the better riders currently in the land in no small part to his bond with Haeraxis. His skill on Horseback is average at best and far prefers his dragon. Although not as charming Matarys is a competent leader and is possessed of a deep and quiet stoicism. Men do not follow Matarys out of love, but respect and trust that he will get them out alive and well.

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