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Lets change this status for once. Still always down for potter stories, but branching out! Started a new year with a new writing journey. Should be interesting.
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I'm sort of an addict for Harry Potter. If you ever want to do an RP... I will be down almost 99% of the time. :D
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RIP Alan Rickman, best actor for the best character.
Ryam stands tall, at 6'5", and was at one time an awkward gangly kid that more resembled a young horse than boy. But in the last three years, his muscles have filled in and made the Redwyne lad much broader. Ryam was always athletic, liking to run during the morning as the sun came up. Many of his family spoke in whispers of the transformation the lad had and more than one has told their father to prepare for the letters of suitors.
Ryam has a head of closely cut red hair that lays lazily and rarely requires a lot of styling. His skin is a mix of pale and 'red tan' which, thanks to constant sunburns has darkened and freckled. The Knight carries himself well, his stance and gait measured with purpose and never overdone. In fact, nothing on him is done to be flashy or draw attention. When he rarely isn't in armor, Ryam wears a simple tunic of silver, blue, or red, along with black breeches. And depending on if he's lounging or appearing in court changes whether the clothing is loosely fitted or not.
Ryam wears a suit of custom-fitted armor engraved with the sigil of the Redwyne house and that is the only engraving he allows. Unlike many Knights who attempt to blind their enemies with their flair, Ryam keeps his armor simple and optimized to do its job instead of looking pretty. In fact, his most garish belonging is an ornately engraved shield, homage to and with respect to the Lords Tyrell to which Ryam and his family swear fealty, in a very public show of loyalty. Aside from the shield, Ryam also has a tabard and helmet plume with the colors of his House, and the young man finishes his look with a shoulder-clasped cloak that is a deep dark blue with the burgundy grapes of the House Redwyne once again on display.
Description & Biography
Even as a young man, Ser Ryam Redwyne is exactly what one thinks of when one thinks of a Knight. Tall, broad-shouldered, and confident but also polite, empathetic, and understanding. Ryam grew up rather normally for a Lordling, running about the Arbor and getting the education afforded to children of privilege. But even as a child, Ryam understood and saw the divide between those with land and those without. Ryam never cared for those borders, however, making friends with all, including the peasants. He routinely invited ragamuffins from around the area to the estate and would play 'Knights' or 'war' all day and then invite them to eat.
A very bright child, Ryam excelled in his studies but had a particular knack for logistics, smaller-scale military tactics, and politics. Ryam had a nature about him that exuded confidence in himself even though it was tinged with inexperience and a desire to learn. Ryam loved to sit in meetings with his father and even help give judgment on some of the issues that came forward. The Redwyne came to enjoy court and saw it as the mission of those in the positions to help should. He was a firm advocate for his servants and tried his best to do what he could to make it easier for them. His room servants never had to worry about making or unmaking his bed, nor draw water for baths, nor preparing his clothing. Ryam got his own food, even helping carry other plates and he never accepted someone fetching anything for him. In fact, most of his 'servants' had nothing to do except other duties or rest.
When he turned nine, Ryam was sent to squire for Robin Darklyn who was serving as a member of the Kingsguard. Ryam learned a lot under Robin, who was an exceptional swordsman. Ryam barely took a single win in the countless practices but Robin constantly praised the lad and told any who would listen that the Redwyne would be dangerous as he grew older. Other than martial skills in the sword, lance, horse, and weapons of war Ryam also learned a lot about the court and how the Targaryen's operated. The young boy was enamored by the multitude of people and the many different personalities.
As he had in the Arbor, Ryam spent a lot of time when not training or attending to Robin in the streets of the budding city. He liked to discreetly assist where he could and always tried to help settle disputes where he could. Not many people cared what a teenager thought but one day, the lad stumbled and found himself falling face-first into the Sheath and Dagger, an establishment often called a brothel. The squire turned a deep shade of scarlet and turned to leave before being called out to by the proprietor. The Flame of Lys became a friend, the two taking walks through the streets and the woman taught Ryam much about how to spot liars and the shadier types.
In 37 AC the Vulture King launched an attack on the Stormlands. Robin and Ryam were sent to assist where they could and arrived just before Orys Baratheon took to battle. It was Ryam's first time ever experiencing war beyond the stories and it shocked the young man. He acquitted himself well and even saved Robin from a group of archers by taking a large kite shield and rushing in front of his Knight. The battle and scenes changed the young man, and he took on a quieter and more mature countenance. The boy was truly becoming a man. Ryam and Robin then assisted in the Vulture hunt and then Ryam was allowed leave to return to his family, accompanying Lady Vittoria Tyrell back to first Horn Hill, then Highgarden, and then the Arbor. Ryam always enjoyed spending time with his cousins and supported them wholeheartedly.
Wishing to accompany his cousin in her hunt for pirates, Ryam instead had to stick to his duty and instead returned to Kings Landing and his Knight who told the young man that he had taught him just about all that he could and that it was now up to Ryam to decide when he was ready and to simply conduct himself how the Redwyne believed a Knight should.
Barely a year later, when Ryam was just about to turn sixteen he participated in a tourney and won both the melee and the joust. Some people whispered that the competition wasn't nearly as impressive but despite this Ryam earned his Knighthood and the now Ser Ryam Redwyne stood after taking his vows with a look of fierce determination and measured acceptance. Ryam returned to his family, commissioned a set of armor, spent some time checking in with his old friends in the Arbor, and then set off for the Reach with a raven going before him to his cousin Vittoria, requesting the opportunity to join the Order of the Golden Rose.
And it is within the Order that Ryam continues his Knighthood, always looking to do good and never breaking his chivalric oaths. He has recently been in discussion to possibly take on the young Garett Tyrell as his own squire and the prospect both excites and worries the young man.
House Description: House Rahl has been seated in Volantis for generations and as such have excelled at being merchants. So much so that not long after they were called to a position as Triarch. House Rahl firmly set itself as an elephant at this time as their political views were for peace and trade. Members of the House have been named Triarch off and on for generations. During the Doom of Valyria, House Rahl suffered the loss of friends and extended family within Valyria. Thankfully their position in Volantis, which they had secured well before the Doom, was a blessing.
When the fighting followed the chaos of the Doom most of House Rahl was against making war on people whom they relied on for trade. House Rahl was divided and some of the young hotheads fought as well as went on a quest with Aurion never to return from Valyria. While they were mourned, particularly the second son of the House at the time, the pressing issues drove the family forward. There were others that had to survive.
This proved fruitful and the family continued to flourish. Again the House involved themselves in politics pulling for peace and trade for Volantis. With the loss of Valyria the Rahl family dug in and carved out a place in Volantis.
The Rahl holdings are quite spacious and not a generation goes by that has not added to it. There are many levels and wings to the home. It is lavish but tasteful, not over done but subtly wealthy. The gardens, aviary and greenhouses were plentiful and soothing. At the time of Aegon's conquest of Westeros the former Lord Rahl, Erasmus, had finished the aviary and left his children to stock a menagerie within. The home was not without its secrets, which were passed down via word of mouth to only the family alone.
Recent History:
In relatively recent times, House Rahl has begun spreading its influence outwards. Their patience and dedication to setting up a powerful and strong foundation means that their rapid expansion is also carefully planned. The first thing to happen was an increase in their ships. Twenty was a decent trading fleet but why not double that? As of this moment the Rahl fleet sits at exactly fifty-four merchant vessels, and twenty-seven escorts with more always being built and prepared. The increases and builds are done piecemeal as the current Lord is very careful with the families money.
With the fleet comes trade, which means the need for ambassadors. The Rahl household has decided that instead of sending attendants to speak on their behalf, in an effort to kill two birds with one stone the children of House Rahl would be sent instead to spread influence but also learn of the wider world they lived. The twins Lunaerys and Hespaerys were sent to treat with the Summer Islands, Dorne, the Redwynes, the Hightowers, and then the Tyrells along with the Lords of the Reach. The two youngest beneath them, Castor and Pheynix would be sent to Tyrosh, Myr, Lys, Pentos, Braavos, and finally Dragonstone and Kings Landing. They would be accompanied by younger siblings to assist and to also consider potential future matches in the now capital of Westeros. Should any family be interested in a foreign alliance?
The current divisive play is a backing of the Braavos Iron Bank. House Rahl keeps good relations with the Sealords court and supplies it with many gold and jewels it gets from favorable trade deals with Asshai. This trade, nor the business with the Iron Bank is spoken about openly and is tightly controlled. However, the family is aware that it will eventually be revealed and that many within the free cities and Volantis itself know already. They realize that it may cost them their Triarch seat in the next election. But it's a risk they're willing to take for more favorable trading rights in Braavos, and alliances abroad via the Braavosi contacts.
While disliking war, the Rahl's are nonetheless pragmatic traders. Preferably peace and good trade would reign Supreme but when wars break out. The Rahl family is quick to act. Sending a son or daughter with escort to either side and offering to ship arms, armor, food, and other supplies a military might need, all shipped in neutrally. They make a fortune off war but still do their best never to find themselves in open engagement. The Rahl's prefer to work in the shadows, and to that end employ an enormous spy network.
The creation of their spies goes back to the time of the free-hold when the Rahl ancestors served the Dragonlords. The Rahl's took Ghiscari slaves and freed them, taught them a worthwhile trade, taught them how to spy and then sent them en masse back to the Ghiscari Empire where they would report everything. Once their agreed upon time of service to the Rahl's they were left alone to lead whatever life they wished to live and pledge allegiance to anyone they wished to serve.
Today, that same recruitment of spies is done. Slaves are bought and freed instantly, taken to the Rahl lands outside of Volantis and taught a profession such as tavernkeeping, becoming a madame, etc. They are also taught the ways of spycraft, and then when ready are sent with full pockets to create a life in an area the Rahl's need information. The spy lives and acclimates to their new environment and sends back the needed intelligence. And then once the time has come, a final payment is rendered and the agent is released to do as they please.
Besides the spies, House Rahl has also built up a reputation in Volantis and the Free cities as a "fixer". House Rahl employs many trained, talented, and skilled men of the night that can handle. Delicate situations. The fact that they are so closely allied to Braavos means the whispers that they employ faceless men have begun.
The largest Westerosi contact has been with the Lannisters. No surprise considering their own merchant fleets and vessels. Lorelai Lannister in particular is a favorable trade partner and the Rahl's openly assisted the young Lion who came to visit looking for their families sword.
House Rahl is the proud owner of a single Valyrian blade, a Blade that has been passed down since the time of the Free-hold and given to them for their service as spymasters and fixers. The sword, Shadowfang, is given to the single best fighter within the Rahl family and can be won via challenge unlike many families and blades. The current wielder of Shadowfang is Castor Rahl, who won it after decimating his sister Lunaerys in a duel.
All in all House Rahl is a proud, pragmatic, and opportunistic House that has begun spreading their wings and becoming an international player. They are well loved by the small people of Volantis, secure in their position amongst the other Old blood of Valyria and interested in the go-ons of Westeros. They secretly support and assist Targaryen rule as they see the Targaryens as what remains of those they served before. What will happen next?
The patriarch of House Rahl and the overseer of all operations, Darkin Rahl is an incredibly intelligent, shrewd, ruthless, and uncompromising man. He has a pleasant and respectable countenance in political matters and rarely speaks first. He is a man that prefers to let others speak first, to let them lead the conversation as most tend to eventually get to where they wish things to go. Darkin has a rule that the less a man speaks the less information one gives and more of an advantage they have in negotiation. But despite his lack of physical speech, he still holds a vast political voice controlling a large contingent of other Elephants. Darkin is a current Triarch of Volantis and more or less controls the Elephant party of the other Old Blood. Their influence has diminished recently due to trade deals with the Braavosi, but it’s mostly for show as all the other families can’t blame anyone who deals in shipping to conduct such things. Darkin is preparing his family for losing their Triarch seat, but to use that time out of the spotlight to once again expand themselves and this time. Truly secure their future.
Darkin loses all of his teeth and intimidating countenance when it comes to his family. He loves his wife, and loves his children almost to a fault. He knows that it’s a weakness, and spends quite a bit of money ensuring the family's safety and training. He knows that he can’t protect them forever but until they reach the age of eighteen they are his to protect and he takes such a role very seriously. Darkin is also a pushover when it comes to Pheynix who he considers his favorite even if he’s not supposed to have one. Other than Pheynix, Darkin has an even more protective hand when it comes to his second born, Cephaeys. Only Lyra understands the reasoning for this, everyone else simply has to guess. His partnership and marriage to Lyra is one for the romance stories as the two form a truly formidable team that props each other up. Lyra covers all of Darkin’s faults and he does the same for her.
While rare, Darkin even in his advanced age is a scary fighter, adopting a more defensive style that boasts his conversational patience and picking apart his opponents defense. Darkin is also a scholar of military strategy and spends good money to have tutors from ALL different locations to teach him and his family. In particular the lockstep legions of the Ghiscari have held his attention for some time and Darkin considers their style to be one of the best he’s seen. It is Darkin’s thought that had Dragons and magic not been born that the Ghiscari Empire would be the dominant force in the world instead. As such, the Rahl household guard is trained in the defensive maneuvers and techniques of the legionnaires. Darkin holds a professional relationship with the current ruler of Volantis, giving his total loyalty to the Dragonlord and even serving as the master of Whisperer’s for the man. This is no surprise as Darkin has continued the Rahl family business of stealth, intrigue, spying, and assassination.
Lady Lyra Rahl - Mother from former Lys Valyrian house - Age 45 Born 4 AC
Lyra Rahl née Vhassar hailing from Lys and her family took the smart way out from Lys before the destruction that Aegon I Targaryen created. She grew up in Volantis and was good friends with Calytrix and the Rahl family in general. She learned to fight alongside the Rahl family and trained to be more than just a girl. She trained to be a spy for the house. She excelled at tactics and strategy as well as poisons.
At the age of sixteen she fell in love with Darkin who was ten years her senior. When they finally married it was after Darkin had established the family. By the time she had Aster it was more than evident that they were both madly in love with each other. When Aster was two Darkin came home with a beautiful baby boy that he explained was the Braavosi trading partner’s son who was the only survivor of an unfortunate accident. Lyra was moved and quickly accepted Cephaeys without question. She wanted to let the boy know that while she was not his natural mother she loved him just as much as if she were, however Darkin delayed this point. He put it off and put it off until Lyra finally brought it up one last time letting him know that if Cephaeys asked she would tell him but otherwise it was Darkin’s tale to tell.
Most of her births were an easy affair. The Twins and Pheynix were the most difficult for her and it almost killed her when they thought Pheynix was still born. If Lyra hadn’t been in love with Darkin the fact that he saved their little baby girl would have cinched it for her. The sudden pregnancy after Pheynix worried Lyra and she prayed to the old Gods that they have a healthy baby for this sudden accident they were, hopefully, blessed with. When Castor arrived Lyra couldn’t help but love the babe that looked so Valyrian. While she loved all her children equally Castor had a part of her that was special since he looked like her father who had died before Aster was born.
The near experience made them closer and this was evident in how they treated their family. Lyra had more of an ability to love all the children equally and was the parent that Pheynix could not get anything past. Lyra is the one that pushed Darkin to train Pheynix as a spy. She knew instinctively that while Pheynix would excel at the spying that unless pushed she would not be able to take a life easily. She was also the first to realize that Hespaerys and Cygnus could fit that bill. Hespaerys is ready to stretch his wings but once Cygnus is back from traveling he will have his test.
Aster Rahl - First Son, Oldest Child - Age 27 Born 14 AC
Aster Rahl Heir to House Rahl born during the gloaming of one evening. His quiet confidence was apparent at the moment of his birth. He was mostly silent that he panicked his parents. His natural inclination to silence made him a good listener and observer. He quickly learned that people generally like to fill silence. He was educated per the standard like every Rahl child and excelled at negotiating as well as knowing where people are best placed. Difficult arithmetic was easy for Aster and he involved himself in the family business at the age of thirteen and made a decent profit on a risky venture to Asshai. He personally went on the voyage and made the trade with the Asshai merchant.
As much as his silence is unnerving, people gravitate to him naturally. He is fond of having people around and is charming even with his silence. His smile reveals dimples and it isn't hard to make him do so. He keeps his hair long and it hangs in waves just past his shoulder blades. Like his sisters Pheynix and Lunaerys as well as his brother Cephaeys, though he was adopted, as well as Aunt Calytrix have the recessive trait of dark black as night hair and like them, save for Cephaeys, also carries the birthmark of the silvery white streak on the nape of his neck. His eyes are a pale slate blue and thickly lashed. His clothes are tailored to fit his broad shoulders and athletic physique. Predominantly he wears the house colors of purple and black as well as whites and grays in various shades. He is conservative in his clothing choice and makes the statement that his clothing is more adornment to accentuate his physical appearance.
When it comes to weaponry Aster took a liking to pole arms. The spear, halbert, javelins and in particular the glaive. He wields it with confidence and as if an extension of himself.
Unknown to Cephaeys, he is not actually a child of Darkin and Lyra Rahl. Instead, Cephaeys is the orphan boy of one of Darkin’s trading partners and good friends from Braavos. Named the guardian of the lad when he was born in Volantis during a business trip, Cephaeys, his father, and his mother had just returned to Braavos when tragedy struck. A ship that had been improperly tied down broke free and crashed into the ship carrying the Braavosi merchant lords. Despite the heroic efforts only Cephaeys was recovered, and only him due to the heroics of the lads mother. Darkin personally went to Braavos and spent a year there with the boy and to attend to his friend's estate. It is this friendship that has continued the Rahl friendship and alliance with Braavos. When Darkin returned he passed Cephaeys as his and Lyra’s own, and that matter was final. Whisperings might still exist and Darkin has promised himself that he will eventually tell his son the truth, a truth that Cephaeys has more or less pieced together himself.
Cephaeys is a bright lad, and he has always known he was different from his siblings. He loves them, and they him, but something was off. Cephaeys loved the sea, loved to watch the sails from the great bridge and dreamed of a swashbuckling adventure when he was a boy. He had a great mind for math and trade and was a wonder in the warehouses of the Rahl family on the docks. When he turned eighteen, the slender and adventurous lad was given control of all Rahl assets in Braavos and even moved to the manse that Darkin had ordered built before he left. Once in the city, Cephaeys truly felt at home and began piecing things together. He took to water dancing quickly and is a deadly swordsman, his ambition to become a first blade freely spoken. But above all he conducts trade, and makes deals and he’s quite good at it. With Cephaeys running the Rahl estate in Braavos, money quite literally flows in and out with ease and the alliances of Houses that know of Cephaey’s true identity remain stronger than ever.
Hespaerys Rahl - Twin Boy, Third Son, Eldest of Twins - Age 22 Born 19 AC
First of the twins, Hespaerys is a serious fellow. As a child he was eerily calm and serious. The exact opposite of his sister in temperament it was hard to rile him to anger. However like his twin he grew into his classic Valyrian features with his mother's gray eyes. His golden blonde hair became the signature thing women and men praised him over. The attention was overwhelming to say the least. His calm nature took it in stride and now like then he gives a small smile while thanking the person. He mostly favors black but doesn't mind wearing colors.
While his twin turned to the sword Hespaerys was drawn to archery and throwing weapons. Instinctually he could aim and hit his target each time. If you put something in his hand and it was thrown and it was deadly accurate. His father at the urging of his mother started to train him to not only be able to take out an opponent in combat but before combat. He was trained to be an assassin.
Most of his training was done by an older man that made sure Hespaerys knew what he would be at the end of training, a dangerous weapon. Hespaerys accepted the power that can with the training. Soon he began to relax his demeanor and his severity lessened. His test came and went and was not spoken of other than to confirm his success. He now travels with his sister to Westeros.
Lunaerys Rahl - Twin Girl, First Daughter, Youngest of Twins, - Age 22 Born 19 AC
The second of the twins, Lunaerys has always been a spitfire. Even as a baby, Lunaerys was loud and obnoxious and itching for a fight. The baby Lunaerys even gave the Lord a black eye when Darkin attempted to hold her. That fighting spirit only grew as Lunaerys grew older, and despite that desire for conflict her beauty rivaled that of even her mother. Spoken of for her beauty across Volantis, Lunaerys was an obvious option for many other of the old blood of Volantis’ scions. And more and more families approached Darkin for potential alliances as Lunaerys grew into her beauty. As a teenager, Lunaerys participated in the standard education that all Rahl children were given and excelled in all things physical. She wasn’t dumb by any stretch of the imagination; she simply cared little for things other than how to knock a man off his horse and then stomp him into the dust. She suffered no one, but encouraged the looks admiring her and enjoyed shoving those boys into the mud and gently patting them on the cheeks as she pinned them.
These actions put Darkin in a true dilemma. He had plenty of offers for Lunaerys but in the end decided that he would not decide his first born daughter’s fate. The girl was willful and only her twin could keep her in line and it was decided that Lunaerys would find her own way. And what a way that became. Lunaerys became famous for tavern brawling, dueling random crew members of various nationalities, and serving in mercenary companies. She claimed Shadowfang from her oldest brother Aster when she was nineteen, and then began to train in New Ghis. When she returned she lost Shadowfang to her younger brother who she loved deeply and then was instructed to take her twin and become an ambassador and potentially find what she was searching for in Westeros. Lunaerys agreed, the young woman still not really knowing what she was seeking but more than willing to explore. Her twin Hespaerys at her side, Lunaerys feels like only the gods can stop her and can’t wait for her next good fight.
Pheynix Rahl - Second Daughter [See Below CS] - Age 20 Born 21 AC
Castor Rahl - Fourth Son [See Below CS] - Age 19 Born 22 AC
Cygnus the fifth son announced his arrival early. Lyra was not due for a week but apparently Cygnus wasn't waiting around to see the world any longer. His squalls were heard as far as the opposite wing of the household. Despite being a week early he was healthy and energetic.
Growing up Cygnus kept that energy and was a bit of a handful. He was constantly getting into tight places and climbing up places he shouldn't be able to. Somehow no one saw him get into these places so they were baffled as to how it happened. Hours later he’d be finally found in his room as if not everyone in the house had been looking for him frantically. Capitalizing on these talents his education not only included the normal Rahl children education but also included a turn with an acrobat from some mummers as well as the same older man that had trained Hespaerys.
Cygnus caught on quickly and is running his final test on the journey that he will be making to Westeros with his siblings.
The sixth son, Pyxis came into the world quiet and inquisitive. The boy rarely cried, and compared to his older siblings didn’t cause anywhere near the same fuss. Pyxis had an ethereal calmness about him as a baby and toddler, the boy finding contentment with even the smallest action and that action able to keep him occupied for some time. As he grew he became obviously gifted beyond his years. He had a wisdom and understanding of the world that even those well into their adult years didn’t have. He could console people with a touch, could radiate inspiration to his siblings when they spent time with him and could figure out what was bothering people without even being told. His perception, and spiritual hand at things could only be described when he was visited by a Priest of R’hllor who stated that the boy had a gift for the rarely seen things of the world and could perceive that which others could only dream.
While many of his siblings preferred to stick to physical matters, Pyxis instead preferred the histories and more academic arts. He excelled at all the subjects given to him and can speak High Valyrian, Low Valyrian along with all its dialects, westerosi, old Ghiscari, Dothraki, and has even began dabbling in Asshai’i. Pyxis dreams of going to the East and exploring Yi Ti and Asshai itself but has first been requested to accompany his older brother, older sister, and younger sister on a diplomatic route through the free cities and Westeros. Despite going the wrong way, Pyxis is excited to get a chance to see how Westeros operates.
Growing up in a family that supports you can do wonders to any child but for Cassiopeia it was truly needed. A shyer child, Cass even as a baby needed a lot of attention and constant handling by her parents. She refused to let anyone but Lyra and Darkin hold her for longer than a few minutes and until she was five she constantly clung to the legs of her parents or siblings in social situations. Her reliance slowly withdrew and Cass blossomed into a young lady with a love for animals, fashion, and dreaming of fairytale love. Cassiopeia is a dreamer and while she likes to think she is ready for adventure, in reality, she needs a few more years to understand herself first. Until then her ability to work with the elephants and other animals of the House or help design new patterns has made her popular with many of the shops. She has recently been given the chance to accompany her older siblings on a tour of the free cities and Westeros, which the young Rahl is extremely excited about.
Sirius Rahl - Seventh Son, Youngest Child - Age 10 Born 31 AC
Sirius is the baby of the vast House Rahl. Doted upon by his parents AND older siblings has meant that Sirius has had it easier than any other. Each sibling has imparted something different to the impressionable lad and as such Sirius is growing to be an amalgamation of each. He has a good head on his shoulders and a love for his home. He has proven to be exceptionally adaptable and able to handle the many personalities of his family better than any other, except perhaps his mother. Out of all the Rahl children, Sirius seems to have taken after his father the most. He has the similar dead calm, patience, and ability to adapt to the situation at hand. Darkin has begun to think that it will be Sirius who next becomes a Triarch for the Rahl family and hopes his other children have prepared the way and expanded enough for Sirius's turn at the head. That is if things go to plan.
Calytrix is a strong independent woman that has lost her husband and oldest sons. She is a very proficient water dancer and assists her brother Darkin with training the newly freed slaves in tavern keeping as well as making sure that they can read and write. She is tall and slender with inky black hair that she shares with a few of her nephews and nieces. Pheynix looks most like her and could be taken for her own daughter. But in truth Calytrix looks identical to her mother Klyena and in turn Pheynix looks like her grandmother.
Calytrix fell in love with Raegulus Vhassar whose family fled Aegon’s battle with the Valyrian houses there during the conquest. They married and were living happily with their five children, two of which were grown enough that they were starting to venture out to find their own niche. A terrible tragedy happened that during a skirmish with the Dothraki her two sons were killed protecting the body of their mortally wounded father. The boy's bodies were recovered and Raegulus was delivered to Calytrix only to die in agony days later.
Calytrix spent days neither eating nor sleeping until her daughter six year old Andromaeda slapped sense into her. Her relationship with her daughter has suffered since and she has taken to Pheynix as more of a daughter figure. She moved on for her children though the process was difficult because her heart was broken. The realization that she was pregnant buoyed her spirits and little Caelum was born. Like her other children he was also spoiled but the boy seems to take it in stride. Probably because of the stable influence of his Uncle, Aunt and older cousins.
Calytrix has recently had lovers but they fill a craving her body demands and there is no love or tears when they leave. SHe has had the love of her life. She is discreet so no one outside the family, those paying particular attention in the family, knows anything about the men she takes to bed. Doubtless certain family members like her brother and sister in law know and a few of the older nephews and nieces but none have brought it up.
Finlay is a brooder. He has experienced a lot of loss in his young life, two of the hardest losses being his oldest brothers. His heroes, and guides in life. A natural talent when it comes to dealing with people, Finlay can empathize with people and understand them. Finlay works exceptionally well with the slaves of House Rahl and is one of the main reasons they are so content. In addition, Finlay has slowly begun to take control of picking which slaves to free and to send for training as a spy. He is a struggling teenager but knows what he’s good at. He loves his mother and his siblings and struggles to do his best for Andromaeda and Caelum and to be a guiding hand like his older brothers were for him..
Andi is a thirteen year old girl that wants to be a Knight. She takes after her mother in temperament, hotheaded and confident. As the only girl of Raegulus and Calytrix she is spoiled. While her mother is confident she mourned the loss of her husband as well as her oldest sons and in turn was not there for her surviving children and at the age of six slapped her mother out of it and threw a fit. This act of violence frightened Andi with how much she enjoyed it. From then on she fell into fits of rage when not given her way but was able to be pulled out of them by her older cousins. Mostly these fits would be directed toward something her mother attempted to educate her on. Andi felt more at ease with her Rahl cousins than her own family. She emulated Lunaerys and like Castor wants to be a Knight.
Caelum is a young boy of 7 who enjoys chasing cats all around the home. He has three cats that he considers his and only his and the felines can be found following the boy around as he goes from lesson to lesson. Caelum was young enough to bounce back from the hardships of his older siblings and hasn't felt the loss of his oldest brothers quite yet. Caelum seems to be a great student, excelling in all of his studies and still inquisitive and wanting more. Sailing and geography seem to be the boys primary passions and even small ship trips will get him excited.
Raegulus Vhassar - Uncle - Married in from former Lys Valyrian house same as Lyra [is Lyra's brother] Died 34 AC
Sabik Vhassar - Cousin [Male] Died 34 AC
Astraeus Vhassar - Cousin [Male] Died 34 AC
Cernys Rahl - Uncle Died 27 AC
Daenyha Rahl - Aunt - Married in - From Asshai Died 27 AC
Vesper Rahl - Cousin, Twin [Female] Died 20 AC
Hesper Rahl - Cousin, Twin [Female] Died 27 AC
Erasmus Rahl - Grandfather Died 15 AC
Kleyna Rahl - Grandmother - from Asshai Died 20 AC
Pheynix Rahl
Age: 20 Born 21 AC
Appearance: Pheynix resembles her Aunt Calytrix; and like her older brother’s Aster and Cephaeys received the rarer dark hair, as well as her sister Lunaerys. The inky black hair that is reminiscent of shadows that lie in the shadow lands. As long, knee length, and thick as her hair is Pheynix likes to keep it pulled up with intricate braids ordered around her head like a crown. She will leave it down for important occasions so that it will wave and curl. She has a silvery white streak that is at the nape of her neck and with her hair down you don't notice it. With her hair up the birthmark is in full display and is something she shares with her Aunt Calytrix, her brother Aster and sister Lunaerys. Her complexion is pale like her siblings that resemble the Valyria heritage with a sprinkling of freckles. Her eyes are a golden hazel color with long thick black lashes. Her mouth is in a soft cupid’s bow and a pale mauve.
Pheynix is a confident imposing young woman who towers over most men, other than her family. Standing at 5' 10" she is athletic and curvy. She moves with the cat like grace of a water dancer. She likes to wear light weight fabrics in a variety of colors and wears dresses as well as pants. Volantis is typically hot so outfits ride the line of decency or outright cross it. Pheynix doesn't have the latter but it's not uncommon to see people pushing past the boundaries of society because of the heat.
Description & biography: Pheynix Rahl, Second Born Daughter of Lord Darkin Rahl and Lady Lyra Rahl was born on the twenty fourth night, of the the third month, of the year 21 AC. When she was born she was not breathing until her father held her and breathed life back into her. He says that she opened her eyes and he felt an instant connection as she blinked; then shrieking like a bird of prey she let the world know she was just fine.
Pheynix, or Nix as her family refers to her, was the favorite of her family. Most obviously her father, no one held it against her but she got away with more but consequently was also sheltered a bit more than the others. When she was little her older siblings doted on the younger ones and especially on her. She took her cues from them and did the same to the younger ones as well. She grew up in a very loving home. She was especially close to Castor who would follow her around as if she were his guiding star. They would get into trouble more often than the twins and typically were instigating little adventures that would have given their mother white hair if she didn’t already have it. Needless to say that Pheynix would be able to smile at her father and all was forgiven for the two.
The family was well educated and spared no expense on education. They were taught the languages of Essos and Westeros as well as the Summer Isles. Astrology, astronomy, navigation, sailing and swimming. Weaponry and warfare, strategy and tactics. Politics, etiquette, dancing and the art of the fan. Each of the children excelled in particular areas. The areas that Pheynix particularly excelled at were languages, astronomy, navigation, sailing, swimming, politics, etiquette, dancing, art of the fan and one thing only a few others in her family were known for; water dancing. Education started early with the Rahl children and continued even into adulthood by applying skills taught at a level of thought and ingenuity that one expected from an adult fluent in their craft. Masters in areas that the Rahl children proved to be exceptional in were sought out and highered so that specialized tutoring was available to hone and refine that skill.
A few things stood out in Pheynix that struck her father as unique to her, besides the water dancing. Capitalizing on her ease with languages, politics and etiquette; her parents decided that she could learn a few more things that would benefit and further the spying that they practiced. From the age of twelve she started to hone skills to observe, move silently, recall information and listen while filtering for importance. This turned out to be a great investment and Pheynix excelled at this training. At the age of twenty she became proficient with these added skills that her father decided to put them to the test and is sending her on a mission to find out what exactly going on with the royal family.
Castor Rahl
Age: 19 Born 22 AC
Appearance: If one ever doubted that the Rahl family came from Valyrian blood one only had to look at Castor. Ethereally handsome as if from another time Castor boasts the typical features of Valyria, a head of messy pale blonde hair, violet eyes, and pale skin. He has soft edges on the tips of his ears and nose instead of the standard sharper, while his jaw and chin blend together with his cheeks flawlessly. Everything simply seems to fit perfectly together for the young man. His eyes are piercing which changes color based on the lighting. They also shine brighter when he is thinking or concentrating, and the same eyes become cold and calculating when in combat or pushed to anger. Castor is normally seen wearing fine clothing of black and purple, his sword constantly strapped at his hip. A tall lad, Castor stands at six foot-two,and when he was in his teenage years was quite thin which did cause some health issues. But as he went from being a boy and into being a man Castor’s form filled out and his muscles from constant training and drilling turned to wire which made him deceptive in his strength. In fact his entire being seems to be misconstrued to what he is, a deadly warrior.
Description & biography: The fourth born son of Darkin and Lyra Rahl, Castor was not a planned child. A result of a celebratory feast and the forgetfulness of a serving woman for Lyra, Castor came screaming into the world later that year, the last bit of that year, the twentieth night of the twelfth month. Despite being an ‘accident’ all rejoiced at his birth and Castor even started a tradition of the Rahl family sharing their new child with the city of Volantis and feeding the hungry and giving all their slaves a day off to celebrate. Of course, this tradition was heavily protected, but it still gave the Rahl family great favor with the smallfolk and since Castor was the first, he and his Valyrian looks are always spoken of fondly and with smiles by the common folk. Castor was also the first child to be blessed by not only the old Valyrian gods but also the Lord of Light which had begun to gain popularity in Volantis.
As a young infant and toddler, Castor was inseparable from his slightly older sister Pheynix. There was stories of the two children crawling themselves into all sorts of trouble but getting out of it due to Pheynix’s ability to get their father to forget everything and the servants all covering for Castor. It could easily be said that the two were the absolute favorites of their siblings thus far and even Castor’s older brothers and sisters wouldn’t debate that statement. Aster in particular spent many a day with the young boy and taught him all sorts of things in an effort to show Cas that even though he was the fourth born son he wasn’t any less loved and cared for.
While Aster taught the young boy of many things, Cas was still given the exceptional education that the Rahl family could provide with their wealth. Like Pheynix, Castor was taught the languages of Essos, Westeros, and even the Summer Islands. Out of the many subjects that were taught, Castor cared little for Astrology, navigation, or sailing instead preferring politics, tactics, strategy, and weaponry. The sword, in particular, did the young Rahl have raw natural talent with. It was a common occurrence for Castor to forgo some of his less favorite lessons to instead sneak into the training yard and train for countless hours even when exhausted. His trainers, consisting of Westerosi Knight that once was considered for the Kingsguard, a Braavosi water dancer, a Volantene champion of the wars against the coalition of other free states, a Meerish gladiator, and a Ghiscari Legionnaire.
Despite the many influences, Castor became obsessed with the ideals of Knighthood and that of Westeros. He dreamed of fighting alongside someone like Aegon the Conqueror, Orys Baratheon, and all his Knights. He read everything he could on the continent of Westeros, hired tutors from the continent and spent a lot of time on the docks to catch information on the western land. He kept up with all the different battles and replayed them in his head and tried to come up with various ways to change the outcome. Unable to make his way to Westeros, Castor instead began to train even harder than before to the point that even his instructors began to worry. Despite his thin and tall frame, Castor’s talent with the blade allowed him to routinely beat other Volantene noble sons five and six years his senior. And at sixteen when his build finally started to fill in he beat his own sister in combat to claim Shadowfang, the families Valyrian steel sword which always went to the families best fighter.
When Castor turned eighteen, his father, Darkin Rahl, instructed his son to prepare as he would be finally getting his chance to go to Westeros. Castor and his sister Pheynix would take their younger siblings Pyxis and Cassiopeia first to Myr, Tyrosh, Lys, Pentos, and then to Braavos to continue securing the alliance with the Sealord and one particular Braavosi house. After this, Castor and his siblings would go to Dragonstone and then Kings Landing itself, able to act as ambassadors for their family and giving Castor a chance to see the land he had fallen in love with.
House Description: House Rahl has been seated in Volantis for generations and as such have excelled at being merchants. So much so that not long after they were called to a position as Triarch. House Rahl firmly set itself as an elephant at this time as their political views were for peace and trade. Members of the House have been named Triarch off and on for generations. During the Doom of Valyria, House Rahl suffered the loss of friends and extended family within Valyria. Thankfully their position in Volantis, which they had secured well before the Doom, was a blessing.
When the fighting followed the chaos of the Doom most of House Rahl was against making war on people whom they relied on for trade. House Rahl was divided and some of the young hotheads fought as well as went on a quest with Aurion never to return from Valyria. While they were mourned, particularly the second son of the House at the time, the pressing issues drove the family forward. There were others that had to survive.
This proved fruitful and the family continued to flourish. Again the House involved themselves in politics pulling for peace and trade for Volantis. With the loss of Valyria the Rahl family dug in and carved out a place in Volantis.
The Rahl holdings are quite spacious and not a generation goes by that has not added to it. There are many levels and wings to the home. It is lavish but tasteful, not over done but subtly wealthy. The gardens, aviary and greenhouses were plentiful and soothing. At the time of Aegon's conquest of Westeros the former Lord Rahl, Erasmus, had finished the aviary and left his children to stock a menagerie within. The home was not without its secrets, which were passed down via word of mouth to only the family alone.
Recent History:
In relatively recent times, House Rahl has begun spreading its influence outwards. Their patience and dedication to setting up a powerful and strong foundation means that their rapid expansion is also carefully planned. The first thing to happen was an increase in their ships. Twenty was a decent trading fleet but why not double that? As of this moment the Rahl fleet sits at exactly fifty-four merchant vessels, and twenty-seven escorts with more always being built and prepared. The increases and builds are done piecemeal as the current Lord is very careful with the families money.
With the fleet comes trade, which means the need for ambassadors. The Rahl household has decided that instead of sending attendants to speak on their behalf, in an effort to kill two birds with one stone the children of House Rahl would be sent instead to spread influence but also learn of the wider world they lived. The twins Lunaerys and Hespaerys were sent to treat with the Summer Islands, Dorne, the Redwynes, the Hightowers, and then the Tyrells along with the Lords of the Reach. The two youngest beneath them, Castor and Pheynix would be sent to Tyrosh, Myr, Lys, Pentos, Braavos, and finally Dragonstone and Kings Landing. They would be accompanied by younger siblings to assist and to also consider potential future matches in the now capital of Westeros. Should any family be interested in a foreign alliance?
The current divisive play is a backing of the Braavos Iron Bank. House Rahl keeps good relations with the Sealords court and supplies it with many gold and jewels it gets from favorable trade deals with Asshai. This trade, nor the business with the Iron Bank is spoken about openly and is tightly controlled. However, the family is aware that it will eventually be revealed and that many within the free cities and Volantis itself know already. They realize that it may cost them their Triarch seat in the next election. But it's a risk they're willing to take for more favorable trading rights in Braavos, and alliances abroad via the Braavosi contacts.
While disliking war, the Rahl's are nonetheless pragmatic traders. Preferably peace and good trade would reign Supreme but when wars break out. The Rahl family is quick to act. Sending a son or daughter with escort to either side and offering to ship arms, armor, food, and other supplies a military might need, all shipped in neutrally. They make a fortune off war but still do their best never to find themselves in open engagement. The Rahl's prefer to work in the shadows, and to that end employ an enormous spy network.
The creation of their spies goes back to the time of the free-hold when the Rahl ancestors served the Dragonlords. The Rahl's took Ghiscari slaves and freed them, taught them a worthwhile trade, taught them how to spy and then sent them en masse back to the Ghiscari Empire where they would report everything. Once their agreed upon time of service to the Rahl's they were left alone to lead whatever life they wished to live and pledge allegiance to anyone they wished to serve.
Today, that same recruitment of spies is done. Slaves are bought and freed instantly, taken to the Rahl lands outside of Volantis and taught a profession such as tavernkeeping, becoming a madame, etc. They are also taught the ways of spycraft, and then when ready are sent with full pockets to create a life in an area the Rahl's need information. The spy lives and acclimates to their new environment and sends back the needed intelligence. And then once the time has come, a final payment is rendered and the agent is released to do as they please.
Besides the spies, House Rahl has also built up a reputation in Volantis and the Free cities as a "fixer". House Rahl employs many trained, talented, and skilled men of the night that can handle. Delicate situations. The fact that they are so closely allied to Braavos means the whispers that they employ faceless men have begun.
The largest Westerosi contact has been with the Lannisters. No surprise considering their own merchant fleets and vessels. Lorelai Lannister in particular is a favorable trade partner and the Rahl's openly assisted the young Lion who came to visit looking for their families sword.
House Rahl is the proud owner of a single Valyrian blade, a Blade that has been passed down since the time of the Free-hold and given to them for their service as spymasters and fixers. The sword, Shadowfang, is given to the single best fighter within the Rahl family and can be won via challenge unlike many families and blades. The current wielder of Shadowfang is Castor Rahl, who won it after decimating his sister Lunaerys in a duel.
All in all House Rahl is a proud, pragmatic, and opportunistic House that has begun spreading their wings and becoming an international player. They are well loved by the small people of Volantis, secure in their position amongst the other Old blood of Valyria and interested in the go-ons of Westeros. They secretly support and assist Targaryen rule as they see the Targaryens as what remains of those they served before. What will happen next?
The patriarch of House Rahl and the overseer of all operations, Darkin Rahl is an incredibly intelligent, shrewd, ruthless, and uncompromising man. He has a pleasant and respectable countenance in political matters and rarely speaks first. He is a man that prefers to let others speak first, to let them lead the conversation as most tend to eventually get to where they wish things to go. Darkin has a rule that the less a man speaks the less information one gives and more of an advantage they have in negotiation. But despite his lack of physical speech, he still holds a vast political voice controlling a large contingent of other Elephants. Darkin is a current Triarch of Volantis and more or less controls the Elephant party of the other Old Blood. Their influence has diminished recently due to trade deals with the Braavosi, but it’s mostly for show as all the other families can’t blame anyone who deals in shipping to conduct such things. Darkin is preparing his family for losing their Triarch seat, but to use that time out of the spotlight to once again expand themselves and this time. Truly secure their future.
Darkin loses all of his teeth and intimidating countenance when it comes to his family. He loves his wife, and loves his children almost to a fault. He knows that it’s a weakness, and spends quite a bit of money ensuring the family's safety and training. He knows that he can’t protect them forever but until they reach the age of eighteen they are his to protect and he takes such a role very seriously. Darkin is also a pushover when it comes to Pheynix who he considers his favorite even if he’s not supposed to have one. Other than Pheynix, Darkin has an even more protective hand when it comes to his second born, Cephaeys. Only Lyra understands the reasoning for this, everyone else simply has to guess. His partnership and marriage to Lyra is one for the romance stories as the two form a truly formidable team that props each other up. Lyra covers all of Darkin’s faults and he does the same for her.
While rare, Darkin even in his advanced age is a scary fighter, adopting a more defensive style that boasts his conversational patience and picking apart his opponents defense. Darkin is also a scholar of military strategy and spends good money to have tutors from ALL different locations to teach him and his family. In particular the lockstep legions of the Ghiscari have held his attention for some time and Darkin considers their style to be one of the best he’s seen. It is Darkin’s thought that had Dragons and magic not been born that the Ghiscari Empire would be the dominant force in the world instead. As such, the Rahl household guard is trained in the defensive maneuvers and techniques of the legionnaires. Darkin holds a professional relationship with the current ruler of Volantis, giving his total loyalty to the Dragonlord and even serving as the master of Whisperer’s for the man. This is no surprise as Darkin has continued the Rahl family business of stealth, intrigue, spying, and assassination.
Lady Lyra Rahl - Mother from former Lys Valyrian house - Age 45 Born 4 AC
Lyra Rahl née Vhassar hailing from Lys and her family took the smart way out from Lys before the destruction that Aegon I Targaryen created. She grew up in Volantis and was good friends with Calytrix and the Rahl family in general. She learned to fight alongside the Rahl family and trained to be more than just a girl. She trained to be a spy for the house. She excelled at tactics and strategy as well as poisons.
At the age of sixteen she fell in love with Darkin who was ten years her senior. When they finally married it was after Darkin had established the family. By the time she had Aster it was more than evident that they were both madly in love with each other. When Aster was two Darkin came home with a beautiful baby boy that he explained was the Braavosi trading partner’s son who was the only survivor of an unfortunate accident. Lyra was moved and quickly accepted Cephaeys without question. She wanted to let the boy know that while she was not his natural mother she loved him just as much as if she were, however Darkin delayed this point. He put it off and put it off until Lyra finally brought it up one last time letting him know that if Cephaeys asked she would tell him but otherwise it was Darkin’s tale to tell.
Most of her births were an easy affair. The Twins and Pheynix were the most difficult for her and it almost killed her when they thought Pheynix was still born. If Lyra hadn’t been in love with Darkin the fact that he saved their little baby girl would have cinched it for her. The sudden pregnancy after Pheynix worried Lyra and she prayed to the old Gods that they have a healthy baby for this sudden accident they were, hopefully, blessed with. When Castor arrived Lyra couldn’t help but love the babe that looked so Valyrian. While she loved all her children equally Castor had a part of her that was special since he looked like her father who had died before Aster was born.
The near experience made them closer and this was evident in how they treated their family. Lyra had more of an ability to love all the children equally and was the parent that Pheynix could not get anything past. Lyra is the one that pushed Darkin to train Pheynix as a spy. She knew instinctively that while Pheynix would excel at the spying that unless pushed she would not be able to take a life easily. She was also the first to realize that Hespaerys and Cygnus could fit that bill. Hespaerys is ready to stretch his wings but once Cygnus is back from traveling he will have his test.
Aster Rahl - First Son, Oldest Child - Age 27 Born 14 AC
Aster Rahl Heir to House Rahl born during the gloaming of one evening. His quiet confidence was apparent at the moment of his birth. He was mostly silent that he panicked his parents. His natural inclination to silence made him a good listener and observer. He quickly learned that people generally like to fill silence. He was educated per the standard like every Rahl child and excelled at negotiating as well as knowing where people are best placed. Difficult arithmetic was easy for Aster and he involved himself in the family business at the age of thirteen and made a decent profit on a risky venture to Asshai. He personally went on the voyage and made the trade with the Asshai merchant.
As much as his silence is unnerving, people gravitate to him naturally. He is fond of having people around and is charming even with his silence. His smile reveals dimples and it isn't hard to make him do so. He keeps his hair long and it hangs in waves just past his shoulder blades. Like his sisters Pheynix and Lunaerys as well as his brother Cephaeys, though he was adopted, as well as Aunt Calytrix have the recessive trait of dark black as night hair and like them, save for Cephaeys, also carries the birthmark of the silvery white streak on the nape of his neck. His eyes are a pale slate blue and thickly lashed. His clothes are tailored to fit his broad shoulders and athletic physique. Predominantly he wears the house colors of purple and black as well as whites and grays in various shades. He is conservative in his clothing choice and makes the statement that his clothing is more adornment to accentuate his physical appearance.
When it comes to weaponry Aster took a liking to pole arms. The spear, halbert, javelins and in particular the glaive. He wields it with confidence and as if an extension of himself.
Unknown to Cephaeys, he is not actually a child of Darkin and Lyra Rahl. Instead, Cephaeys is the orphan boy of one of Darkin’s trading partners and good friends from Braavos. Named the guardian of the lad when he was born in Volantis during a business trip, Cephaeys, his father, and his mother had just returned to Braavos when tragedy struck. A ship that had been improperly tied down broke free and crashed into the ship carrying the Braavosi merchant lords. Despite the heroic efforts only Cephaeys was recovered, and only him due to the heroics of the lads mother. Darkin personally went to Braavos and spent a year there with the boy and to attend to his friend's estate. It is this friendship that has continued the Rahl friendship and alliance with Braavos. When Darkin returned he passed Cephaeys as his and Lyra’s own, and that matter was final. Whisperings might still exist and Darkin has promised himself that he will eventually tell his son the truth, a truth that Cephaeys has more or less pieced together himself.
Cephaeys is a bright lad, and he has always known he was different from his siblings. He loves them, and they him, but something was off. Cephaeys loved the sea, loved to watch the sails from the great bridge and dreamed of a swashbuckling adventure when he was a boy. He had a great mind for math and trade and was a wonder in the warehouses of the Rahl family on the docks. When he turned eighteen, the slender and adventurous lad was given control of all Rahl assets in Braavos and even moved to the manse that Darkin had ordered built before he left. Once in the city, Cephaeys truly felt at home and began piecing things together. He took to water dancing quickly and is a deadly swordsman, his ambition to become a first blade freely spoken. But above all he conducts trade, and makes deals and he’s quite good at it. With Cephaeys running the Rahl estate in Braavos, money quite literally flows in and out with ease and the alliances of Houses that know of Cephaey’s true identity remain stronger than ever.
Hespaerys Rahl - Twin Boy, Third Son, Eldest of Twins - Age 22 Born 19 AC
First of the twins, Hespaerys is a serious fellow. As a child he was eerily calm and serious. The exact opposite of his sister in temperament it was hard to rile him to anger. However like his twin he grew into his classic Valyrian features with his mother's gray eyes. His golden blonde hair became the signature thing women and men praised him over. The attention was overwhelming to say the least. His calm nature took it in stride and now like then he gives a small smile while thanking the person. He mostly favors black but doesn't mind wearing colors.
While his twin turned to the sword Hespaerys was drawn to archery and throwing weapons. Instinctually he could aim and hit his target each time. If you put something in his hand and it was thrown and it was deadly accurate. His father at the urging of his mother started to train him to not only be able to take out an opponent in combat but before combat. He was trained to be an assassin.
Most of his training was done by an older man that made sure Hespaerys knew what he would be at the end of training, a dangerous weapon. Hespaerys accepted the power that can with the training. Soon he began to relax his demeanor and his severity lessened. His test came and went and was not spoken of other than to confirm his success. He now travels with his sister to Westeros.
Lunaerys Rahl - Twin Girl, First Daughter, Youngest of Twins, - Age 22 Born 19 AC
The second of the twins, Lunaerys has always been a spitfire. Even as a baby, Lunaerys was loud and obnoxious and itching for a fight. The baby Lunaerys even gave the Lord a black eye when Darkin attempted to hold her. That fighting spirit only grew as Lunaerys grew older, and despite that desire for conflict her beauty rivaled that of even her mother. Spoken of for her beauty across Volantis, Lunaerys was an obvious option for many other of the old blood of Volantis’ scions. And more and more families approached Darkin for potential alliances as Lunaerys grew into her beauty. As a teenager, Lunaerys participated in the standard education that all Rahl children were given and excelled in all things physical. She wasn’t dumb by any stretch of the imagination; she simply cared little for things other than how to knock a man off his horse and then stomp him into the dust. She suffered no one, but encouraged the looks admiring her and enjoyed shoving those boys into the mud and gently patting them on the cheeks as she pinned them.
These actions put Darkin in a true dilemma. He had plenty of offers for Lunaerys but in the end decided that he would not decide his first born daughter’s fate. The girl was willful and only her twin could keep her in line and it was decided that Lunaerys would find her own way. And what a way that became. Lunaerys became famous for tavern brawling, dueling random crew members of various nationalities, and serving in mercenary companies. She claimed Shadowfang from her oldest brother Aster when she was nineteen, and then began to train in New Ghis. When she returned she lost Shadowfang to her younger brother who she loved deeply and then was instructed to take her twin and become an ambassador and potentially find what she was searching for in Westeros. Lunaerys agreed, the young woman still not really knowing what she was seeking but more than willing to explore. Her twin Hespaerys at her side, Lunaerys feels like only the gods can stop her and can’t wait for her next good fight.
Pheynix Rahl - Second Daughter [See Below CS] - Age 20 Born 21 AC
Castor Rahl - Fourth Son [See Below CS] - Age 19 Born 22 AC
Cygnus the fifth son announced his arrival early. Lyra was not due for a week but apparently Cygnus wasn't waiting around to see the world any longer. His squalls were heard as far as the opposite wing of the household. Despite being a week early he was healthy and energetic.
Growing up Cygnus kept that energy and was a bit of a handful. He was constantly getting into tight places and climbing up places he shouldn't be able to. Somehow no one saw him get into these places so they were baffled as to how it happened. Hours later he’d be finally found in his room as if not everyone in the house had been looking for him frantically. Capitalizing on these talents his education not only included the normal Rahl children education but also included a turn with an acrobat from some mummers as well as the same older man that had trained Hespaerys.
Cygnus caught on quickly and is running his final test on the journey that he will be making to Westeros with his siblings.
The sixth son, Pyxis came into the world quiet and inquisitive. The boy rarely cried, and compared to his older siblings didn’t cause anywhere near the same fuss. Pyxis had an ethereal calmness about him as a baby and toddler, the boy finding contentment with even the smallest action and that action able to keep him occupied for some time. As he grew he became obviously gifted beyond his years. He had a wisdom and understanding of the world that even those well into their adult years didn’t have. He could console people with a touch, could radiate inspiration to his siblings when they spent time with him and could figure out what was bothering people without even being told. His perception, and spiritual hand at things could only be described when he was visited by a Priest of R’hllor who stated that the boy had a gift for the rarely seen things of the world and could perceive that which others could only dream.
While many of his siblings preferred to stick to physical matters, Pyxis instead preferred the histories and more academic arts. He excelled at all the subjects given to him and can speak High Valyrian, Low Valyrian along with all its dialects, westerosi, old Ghiscari, Dothraki, and has even began dabbling in Asshai’i. Pyxis dreams of going to the East and exploring Yi Ti and Asshai itself but has first been requested to accompany his older brother, older sister, and younger sister on a diplomatic route through the free cities and Westeros. Despite going the wrong way, Pyxis is excited to get a chance to see how Westeros operates.
Growing up in a family that supports you can do wonders to any child but for Cassiopeia it was truly needed. A shyer child, Cass even as a baby needed a lot of attention and constant handling by her parents. She refused to let anyone but Lyra and Darkin hold her for longer than a few minutes and until she was five she constantly clung to the legs of her parents or siblings in social situations. Her reliance slowly withdrew and Cass blossomed into a young lady with a love for animals, fashion, and dreaming of fairytale love. Cassiopeia is a dreamer and while she likes to think she is ready for adventure, in reality, she needs a few more years to understand herself first. Until then her ability to work with the elephants and other animals of the House or help design new patterns has made her popular with many of the shops. She has recently been given the chance to accompany her older siblings on a tour of the free cities and Westeros, which the young Rahl is extremely excited about.
Sirius Rahl - Seventh Son, Youngest Child - Age 10 Born 31 AC
Sirius is the baby of the vast House Rahl. Doted upon by his parents AND older siblings has meant that Sirius has had it easier than any other. Each sibling has imparted something different to the impressionable lad and as such Sirius is growing to be an amalgamation of each. He has a good head on his shoulders and a love for his home. He has proven to be exceptionally adaptable and able to handle the many personalities of his family better than any other, except perhaps his mother. Out of all the Rahl children, Sirius seems to have taken after his father the most. He has the similar dead calm, patience, and ability to adapt to the situation at hand. Darkin has begun to think that it will be Sirius who next becomes a Triarch for the Rahl family and hopes his other children have prepared the way and expanded enough for Sirius's turn at the head. That is if things go to plan.
Calytrix is a strong independent woman that has lost her husband and oldest sons. She is a very proficient water dancer and assists her brother Darkin with training the newly freed slaves in tavern keeping as well as making sure that they can read and write. She is tall and slender with inky black hair that she shares with a few of her nephews and nieces. Pheynix looks most like her and could be taken for her own daughter. But in truth Calytrix looks identical to her mother Klyena and in turn Pheynix looks like her grandmother.
Calytrix fell in love with Raegulus Vhassar whose family fled Aegon’s battle with the Valyrian houses there during the conquest. They married and were living happily with their five children, two of which were grown enough that they were starting to venture out to find their own niche. A terrible tragedy happened that during a skirmish with the Dothraki her two sons were killed protecting the body of their mortally wounded father. The boy's bodies were recovered and Raegulus was delivered to Calytrix only to die in agony days later.
Calytrix spent days neither eating nor sleeping until her daughter six year old Andromaeda slapped sense into her. Her relationship with her daughter has suffered since and she has taken to Pheynix as more of a daughter figure. She moved on for her children though the process was difficult because her heart was broken. The realization that she was pregnant buoyed her spirits and little Caelum was born. Like her other children he was also spoiled but the boy seems to take it in stride. Probably because of the stable influence of his Uncle, Aunt and older cousins.
Calytrix has recently had lovers but they fill a craving her body demands and there is no love or tears when they leave. SHe has had the love of her life. She is discreet so no one outside the family, those paying particular attention in the family, knows anything about the men she takes to bed. Doubtless certain family members like her brother and sister in law know and a few of the older nephews and nieces but none have brought it up.
Finlay is a brooder. He has experienced a lot of loss in his young life, two of the hardest losses being his oldest brothers. His heroes, and guides in life. A natural talent when it comes to dealing with people, Finlay can empathize with people and understand them. Finlay works exceptionally well with the slaves of House Rahl and is one of the main reasons they are so content. In addition, Finlay has slowly begun to take control of picking which slaves to free and to send for training as a spy. He is a struggling teenager but knows what he’s good at. He loves his mother and his siblings and struggles to do his best for Andromaeda and Caelum and to be a guiding hand like his older brothers were for him..
Andi is a thirteen year old girl that wants to be a Knight. She takes after her mother in temperament, hotheaded and confident. As the only girl of Raegulus and Calytrix she is spoiled. While her mother is confident she mourned the loss of her husband as well as her oldest sons and in turn was not there for her surviving children and at the age of six slapped her mother out of it and threw a fit. This act of violence frightened Andi with how much she enjoyed it. From then on she fell into fits of rage when not given her way but was able to be pulled out of them by her older cousins. Mostly these fits would be directed toward something her mother attempted to educate her on. Andi felt more at ease with her Rahl cousins than her own family. She emulated Lunaerys and like Castor wants to be a Knight.
Caelum is a young boy of 7 who enjoys chasing cats all around the home. He has three cats that he considers his and only his and the felines can be found following the boy around as he goes from lesson to lesson. Caelum was young enough to bounce back from the hardships of his older siblings and hasn't felt the loss of his oldest brothers quite yet. Caelum seems to be a great student, excelling in all of his studies and still inquisitive and wanting more. Sailing and geography seem to be the boys primary passions and even small ship trips will get him excited.
Raegulus Vhassar - Uncle - Married in from former Lys Valyrian house same as Lyra [is Lyra's brother] Died 34 AC
Sabik Vhassar - Cousin [Male] Died 34 AC
Astraeus Vhassar - Cousin [Male] Died 34 AC
Cernys Rahl - Uncle Died 27 AC
Daenyha Rahl - Aunt - Married in - From Asshai Died 27 AC
Vesper Rahl - Cousin, Twin [Female] Died 20 AC
Hesper Rahl - Cousin, Twin [Female] Died 27 AC
Erasmus Rahl - Grandfather Died 15 AC
Kleyna Rahl - Grandmother - from Asshai Died 20 AC
Pheynix Rahl
Age: 20 Born 21 AC
Appearance: Pheynix resembles her Aunt Calytrix; and like her older brother’s Aster and Cephaeys received the rarer dark hair, as well as her sister Lunaerys. The inky black hair that is reminiscent of shadows that lie in the shadow lands. As long, knee length, and thick as her hair is Pheynix likes to keep it pulled up with intricate braids ordered around her head like a crown. She will leave it down for important occasions so that it will wave and curl. She has a silvery white streak that is at the nape of her neck and with her hair down you don't notice it. With her hair up the birthmark is in full display and is something she shares with her Aunt Calytrix, her brother Aster and sister Lunaerys. Her complexion is pale like her siblings that resemble the Valyria heritage with a sprinkling of freckles. Her eyes are a golden hazel color with long thick black lashes. Her mouth is in a soft cupid’s bow and a pale mauve.
Pheynix is a confident imposing young woman who towers over most men, other than her family. Standing at 5' 10" she is athletic and curvy. She moves with the cat like grace of a water dancer. She likes to wear light weight fabrics in a variety of colors and wears dresses as well as pants. Volantis is typically hot so outfits ride the line of decency or outright cross it. Pheynix doesn't have the latter but it's not uncommon to see people pushing past the boundaries of society because of the heat.
Description & biography: Pheynix Rahl, Second Born Daughter of Lord Darkin Rahl and Lady Lyra Rahl was born on the twenty fourth night, of the the third month, of the year 21 AC. When she was born she was not breathing until her father held her and breathed life back into her. He says that she opened her eyes and he felt an instant connection as she blinked; then shrieking like a bird of prey she let the world know she was just fine.
Pheynix, or Nix as her family refers to her, was the favorite of her family. Most obviously her father, no one held it against her but she got away with more but consequently was also sheltered a bit more than the others. When she was little her older siblings doted on the younger ones and especially on her. She took her cues from them and did the same to the younger ones as well. She grew up in a very loving home. She was especially close to Castor who would follow her around as if she were his guiding star. They would get into trouble more often than the twins and typically were instigating little adventures that would have given their mother white hair if she didn’t already have it. Needless to say that Pheynix would be able to smile at her father and all was forgiven for the two.
The family was well educated and spared no expense on education. They were taught the languages of Essos and Westeros as well as the Summer Isles. Astrology, astronomy, navigation, sailing and swimming. Weaponry and warfare, strategy and tactics. Politics, etiquette, dancing and the art of the fan. Each of the children excelled in particular areas. The areas that Pheynix particularly excelled at were languages, astronomy, navigation, sailing, swimming, politics, etiquette, dancing, art of the fan and one thing only a few others in her family were known for; water dancing. Education started early with the Rahl children and continued even into adulthood by applying skills taught at a level of thought and ingenuity that one expected from an adult fluent in their craft. Masters in areas that the Rahl children proved to be exceptional in were sought out and highered so that specialized tutoring was available to hone and refine that skill.
A few things stood out in Pheynix that struck her father as unique to her, besides the water dancing. Capitalizing on her ease with languages, politics and etiquette; her parents decided that she could learn a few more things that would benefit and further the spying that they practiced. From the age of twelve she started to hone skills to observe, move silently, recall information and listen while filtering for importance. This turned out to be a great investment and Pheynix excelled at this training. At the age of twenty she became proficient with these added skills that her father decided to put them to the test and is sending her on a mission to find out what exactly going on with the royal family.
Castor Rahl
Age: 19 Born 22 AC
Appearance: If one ever doubted that the Rahl family came from Valyrian blood one only had to look at Castor. Ethereally handsome as if from another time Castor boasts the typical features of Valyria, a head of messy pale blonde hair, violet eyes, and pale skin. He has soft edges on the tips of his ears and nose instead of the standard sharper, while his jaw and chin blend together with his cheeks flawlessly. Everything simply seems to fit perfectly together for the young man. His eyes are piercing which changes color based on the lighting. They also shine brighter when he is thinking or concentrating, and the same eyes become cold and calculating when in combat or pushed to anger. Castor is normally seen wearing fine clothing of black and purple, his sword constantly strapped at his hip. A tall lad, Castor stands at six foot-two,and when he was in his teenage years was quite thin which did cause some health issues. But as he went from being a boy and into being a man Castor’s form filled out and his muscles from constant training and drilling turned to wire which made him deceptive in his strength. In fact his entire being seems to be misconstrued to what he is, a deadly warrior.
Description & biography: The fourth born son of Darkin and Lyra Rahl, Castor was not a planned child. A result of a celebratory feast and the forgetfulness of a serving woman for Lyra, Castor came screaming into the world later that year, the last bit of that year, the twentieth night of the twelfth month. Despite being an ‘accident’ all rejoiced at his birth and Castor even started a tradition of the Rahl family sharing their new child with the city of Volantis and feeding the hungry and giving all their slaves a day off to celebrate. Of course, this tradition was heavily protected, but it still gave the Rahl family great favor with the smallfolk and since Castor was the first, he and his Valyrian looks are always spoken of fondly and with smiles by the common folk. Castor was also the first child to be blessed by not only the old Valyrian gods but also the Lord of Light which had begun to gain popularity in Volantis.
As a young infant and toddler, Castor was inseparable from his slightly older sister Pheynix. There was stories of the two children crawling themselves into all sorts of trouble but getting out of it due to Pheynix’s ability to get their father to forget everything and the servants all covering for Castor. It could easily be said that the two were the absolute favorites of their siblings thus far and even Castor’s older brothers and sisters wouldn’t debate that statement. Aster in particular spent many a day with the young boy and taught him all sorts of things in an effort to show Cas that even though he was the fourth born son he wasn’t any less loved and cared for.
While Aster taught the young boy of many things, Cas was still given the exceptional education that the Rahl family could provide with their wealth. Like Pheynix, Castor was taught the languages of Essos, Westeros, and even the Summer Islands. Out of the many subjects that were taught, Castor cared little for Astrology, navigation, or sailing instead preferring politics, tactics, strategy, and weaponry. The sword, in particular, did the young Rahl have raw natural talent with. It was a common occurrence for Castor to forgo some of his less favorite lessons to instead sneak into the training yard and train for countless hours even when exhausted. His trainers, consisting of Westerosi Knight that once was considered for the Kingsguard, a Braavosi water dancer, a Volantene champion of the wars against the coalition of other free states, a Meerish gladiator, and a Ghiscari Legionnaire.
Despite the many influences, Castor became obsessed with the ideals of Knighthood and that of Westeros. He dreamed of fighting alongside someone like Aegon the Conqueror, Orys Baratheon, and all his Knights. He read everything he could on the continent of Westeros, hired tutors from the continent and spent a lot of time on the docks to catch information on the western land. He kept up with all the different battles and replayed them in his head and tried to come up with various ways to change the outcome. Unable to make his way to Westeros, Castor instead began to train even harder than before to the point that even his instructors began to worry. Despite his thin and tall frame, Castor’s talent with the blade allowed him to routinely beat other Volantene noble sons five and six years his senior. And at sixteen when his build finally started to fill in he beat his own sister in combat to claim Shadowfang, the families Valyrian steel sword which always went to the families best fighter.
When Castor turned eighteen, his father, Darkin Rahl, instructed his son to prepare as he would be finally getting his chance to go to Westeros. Castor and his sister Pheynix would take their younger siblings Pyxis and Cassiopeia first to Myr, Tyrosh, Lys, Pentos, and then to Braavos to continue securing the alliance with the Sealord and one particular Braavosi house. After this, Castor and his siblings would go to Dragonstone and then Kings Landing itself, able to act as ambassadors for their family and giving Castor a chance to see the land he had fallen in love with.
______________________________________________________________________________________ Location:Home -> School -> Carnival. Interacting With: Marco Costello, Maria Costello @LostDestiny
The house was on fire, barely seen through the smog but on fire nonetheless. Screams could be heard from all around, some Landon knew but many were just unknown. He stood in the hallway of his old house in England surrounded by police, his mother, his father, and his brothers. Even Marco was here standing beside him, the boy who currently owned Landon's heart. Women and men ran through the entrance, panic from all around, some being chased by figures shrouded in darkness. None of these people's features could be made out and Landon felt terror in his heart, but also determination. He needed to protect his family! He rushed forward and shouted an order to get out of the house, with himself forming the wedge point towards the floor. It was hard to move but the group crashed into the opening. But the doorway was locked and wouldn't open. Terrible cries of "Help! We're trapped! LANDON!” Landon did what he could, pounding at the doorway and kicking at it, but it refused to give in. Giving it up as futile, Landon maneuvered his family and friends behind himself, facing the incoming flames alone. Boiling temperatures assaulted his skin, and he let out a yell before unconsciously moving backward. He turned to expect to see everyone else still trying to get out but all he saw was a single mask-clad man holding a pistol. With a deep voice filled with malice and hate the man spoke. ” You failed Landon, everyone is dead because of you. You couldn't save your parents. You won't be able to save anyone. You. Are. Pathetic." A loud gunshot rings out followed by screaming, the same that Landon had heard all those years ago. The screams of his parents.
Landon awoke with a start, chest heaving and eyes wild. He glanced around his room and jumped up as if he had just been scalded. The walls, filled with various posters, didn’t seem to have any answers, and other than his breathing, all was quiet. Instantly, Landon controlled his breathing so he didn't end up having a panic attack and used the techniques his therapist has taught him to calm himself down. He gave an exhausted sigh and slumped back onto his bed, sprawling across it and staring up at the ceiling. His eyes closed and his breathing slowly settled down before he shook his head and groaned, wishing he knew the time. It didn’t really matter, but he was trying to get a number on how much sleep he has gotten over the weekend. With the start of school came the nightmares. Doctor Winslow, his therapist, had told him that it was the stress of a new year mingling with his fears of someone else he cared about getting hurt. This of course made sense, but Landon wished that said nightmares would be more considerate and at least let him get a few hours of sleep in. Now functioning normally, for the most part, Landon clicked his phone and groaned when he saw how early it was. It couldn't be helped though, and Landon knew that he would be unable to get back to sleep even if he tried. So, instead, the soon-to-be Senior stood and dressed in some workout clothes and silently made his way through his home. It had taken Landon some time to actually be able to call it that, his Aunt and Uncle's house had been seen as nothing more than a cheap replacement, a sick joke that the world had played on him. Even more so when his mother's belongings were shipped there and his Uncle placed some of them around. But Landon had come far, and now as he tiptoed into the kitchen and spotted the cookie jar from his early childhood he just gave a soft smile. He patted the top of the jar and then left through the kitchen door, which was the most silent exit. He locked it back behind him and then turned and quickly sighed.
It was morning, that time when you can just tell that night is ending and yet the darkness clung to the existence, trying to remain for as long as possible before the sun eradicated it. But, inevitably the light would come and the birds knew it as they began to softly chirp and wake up in preparation for another long day. Landon began to stretch, yawning as he did so. A morning run was exactly what he needed. He started off in a jog around the house and then after that circle, he entered the sidewalks properly. The world was slowly coming to life, and Landon let a smile across his face. It was his favorite time of day, the time when the world became aware once again and the animals started getting restless after a long night of quiet and relative stillness. Cars lazily drifted by him, a far cry from the constant roar that would come in a few short hours. Early birds, or perhaps some people like him struggled to get sleep sometimes and needed a morning drive. All in all, the morning was a time of serenity and peace, life just going about things as normal and if Landon was forced to pick a time out of the day to last forever it would be now. He passed by the spires of the local cathedral and headed for his now usual running spot. It was a road consisting of two different hills with a flat spot in between.
Before he knew it he had run five ‘laps’, consisting of going down and back up the hill and his breathing was becoming heavier and heavier. He could keep going, but for a simple exercise, he didn’t need to exhaust himself as he knew the rest of the day was going to be quite long. He started walking to pace himself and replayed the last decisions of the day to re-plan themselves out. Homeroom, assembly, and then festival with football meeting after school and then interview for the lifeguard position. All in all, it was a full day and by the end, he would -definitely- need a soak in the bath to relax. He shook his head and finished his walking lap, grabbing his discarded shirt and wiping off his face and neck. He placed the now-soaked shirt around his neck and made his way back towards his house, the exercise working well to make his morning better.
It was still early but Landon must have been out for longer than he thought as the kitchen door was unlocked and standing in the middle of the room was his Aunt Claire who was moving about getting things ready to start breakfast. She turned as she heard the door open and gave a wide smile. "Well, good morning. Scrambled ok?" She didn't comment further, no 'why were you up so early', or 'are you ok?' And Landon loved her for it.
"Scrambled is fine. Thanks, Aunt Claire." He gave her a quick hug and a return smile and then chuckled as she pretended to hold her nose and point at his sweaty shirt. "Yeah, yeah I'm gonna shower. Gotta get in there before the terrible two wake up." Claire chuckled again and continued her work. Landon moved past her and took the stairs back up to his room, making sure not like to make too much noise. His little brothers could be and usually were a handful and Landon had no desire to hear them incessantly knocking upon the door and yelling to be let in. He entered his room, put together a quick outfit, jumped into the bathroom, and started the usual morning routine. Shower, teeth, hair, moisturize, the works.
The timing was perfect, as the second Landon exited the now steamy bathroom he could see Astor leaving his room. "Morning Astor, want scrambled eggs? Aunt Claire is making them." Landon got a single bleary nod in return which Landon smirked at and couldn't resist tousling the already tousled bedhead. "Cya downstairs, and no fighting with Korbin." Landon then entered his room again, threw his workout clothes in the hamper, and grabbed his backpack, along with his other school items. Once he was content he wasn't going to forget anything, Landon closed his door and headed back downstairs where the smells of food were now prominent. At the table in the kitchen sat his Uncle already munching on some toast and bacon while opposite him, Claire was finishing up Landon's own plate. "Morning Uncle Wyatt, and thank you, Aunt Claire. Er, Astor said he wanted his eggs scrambled as well. I didn't see Korbin but I would assume the same." He smiled as he sat down and took a deep smell of his breakfast. Claire was a great cook and knew exactly how he liked his food. Astor came in some ten minutes later, Korbin following some fifteen after that. Landon was glad he would get to see both brothers before he left. Usually, he didn't mind, but since it was the first day it was different. "Morning Kor, got everything good to go for the new year?" The boy looked over at him and rolled his eyes but nodded.
"Yes Landon, and yes I brushed my teeth before you ask." He was sitting down when Claire called behind her.
"And did you and Astor pick up your dirty towels from the bathroom floor, and actually replace your toothbrush in the cup?" Her voice was amused, not nagging and Korbin instantly looked like a cat who swallowed a canary.
"Oh. Absolutely Aunt Claire. Though I think I did forget... Something, I'll be right back!" Landon simply chuckled and stood with his plate, moving past his Aunt and hugging her side as he placed his plate in the dishwasher.
"Alright, I'm off for school. Going to get there a bit early and see if any of the team is hanging out before the carnival. I'll see you all later. Oh, I probably will be later than usual. I'm going to go down to the beach and see about doing some Lifeguarding there. Marco is also going to see if he can transfer there. Anyway, love ya." He gave a quick wave and then ran out of the same kitchen door he left out earlier, but this time he made his way to his car. The mustang fastback was Landon's pride and joy, a car he worked on with his Uncle when he was a Freshman. Placing his backpack in the seat behind him, and then hopping in the driver's seat, Landon started the car up, found a decent station, and then smiling, pulled out and drove the memorized route to school.
It didn't take long. Traffic had yet to truly pick up to usual levels and after three years, Landon knew all the various shortcuts and detours. Sooner than he expected Landon was pulling into the School senior lot and claimed, as a perk of bringing early, a nice close parking spot.
The rest of the Morning went by fast. Homeroom was simple, and Landon made sure to note down important information. The assembly was well... An assembly, and while Landon respected the staff of the school he figured that some of them could benefit from some public speaking seminars or at least some about keeping teens engaged. Regardless, after the assembly, Landon was torn on where to go next. The carnival certainly, but as the captain of the football team, he figured he should stop by their booth briefly and at least check in. Nodding, Landon headed to the Lacrosse field. As he went he pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Marco. [b][color=DEA2FF]"Morning! I'm going to stop by the football team's booth and then find you. Don't start overeating without me!"[/b][/color] Smirking as the text was sent, Landon spent some time finding the team's booth and waved at the coach who was placing out some papers.
"Morning coach, did you want me to man the booth? Or did we get some underclassmen to hold the reigns?" The coach looked up and smiled a bit as he saw Landon and shook his head.
"You're fine to enjoy the carnival, Landon. But thanks for checking in. I and the other coaches are going to man it this year. Going to talk business as we do and make it a meeting at the same time. Just stop by my office later today, I want to discuss the offense. Anyway, enjoy yourself, Miland. I still hate this will be your last year, but I can tell you that plenty of scouts have told me they plan to be at our games for you. I know it's some pressure added, but you can handle it. You're a great player Miland and a great student." Landon was silent for a moment, processing everything his coach told him, and then just forced a smile.
"Thanks, coach, I'll continue doing my best. I'll see you later." He rushed off quickly, wanting to be out of that situation as fast as possible. This year was going to be interesting... He made his way back into the mass of seniors and started looking around for red hair. He briefly saw a flash of red near a corn dog vendor. But it was just Jeremiah. Landon glanced down at his phone and then felt someone run into him. He barely managed to hold onto his phone, and he turned to see who had collided with him. "Oh, er. Are you alright?" It was a smaller boy, one that could in no way be a Senior.
"Yeah, sorry. I'm supposed to be at the band booth, but I wasn't paying attention, and I'm late since my first-period teacher didn't believe me." The boy looked up at who he had hit and his face grew scarlet. "Oh, you're Landon Miland. The captain of the football team, oh please don't have your team members stick me in a tuba case again."
Landon raised his eyebrows and shook his head. "Er, I am Landon yeah, but why would I- wait? Again?" The boy nodded and shrugged.
"Yeah, last year, the seniors." He trailed off.
With a sigh, and shake of his head, Landon just pointed. "We're not that team anymore. If you have any issues with anyone on the team bullying you, you come straight to me. I'll handle it. Now you better head off." Landon shook his head again in disbelief, not believing his previous teammates could do something like that. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was now in the carnival, and smirked widely as he saw Marco and Maria standing near a pretzel vendor. Landon maneuvered his way over and tried to sneak up on them. "Aha! Found you!"
Wha?! Was that the sun? Oh, right. Riley Revels, a seventeen-year-old senior and musical savant, suddenly shot up and blurrily looked around. Absently, and blindly, he began searching for his phone which was lost somewhere in the tousled blankets and sheets. "Ughhrghh." Came the unintelligent sounds of a teenager first waking up, and finally, a hand made contact with the phone, and with a press of a button Riley's eyes widened as the time was brought up in the blocky white text. "Fuuuck." And with that exclamation, the relatively slow wake-up became a dead sprint. Riley jumped out of the borrowed bed and made his way over to the drawer that his clothes were on. He grabbed something simple before rushing into the bathroom and starting a shower. As the water was warming Riley randomly started one of his Playlists and blasted it.
The shower was quick, and Riley was ready in record time. He came downstairs, eyes searching for Tanith, and frowned when he didn't see her, or any sign that she was there. "Tan? Tanith? I thought you were making breakfast?!" He chuckled to himself and shrugged as he grabbed a bowl and some cereal and then proceeded to speed eat while looking over some of his compositions. "You owe me breakfast Tan." He mumbled through a half-full mouth. When he was finished he made sure to wash his bowl and spoon then put everything back exactly where it came from, grabbed his keys, and then ran out to his car.
Traffic. Was. Terrible. Riley, having run slightly late despite his rushing, got stuck on the way. So, he made the most of it. If he was going to be late, it might as well be worth it.
He ended up being fifteen minutes late. It wasn't anywhere near as bad as it could've been but still. He was late. He quickly parked in the Senior lot and then made his way to a particular security posting. "Alan? Hey! My favorite Security Officer. Have a good summer?" Alan, who was looking down at a schedule smirked and then looked up.
"Mr. Revels, already filling up those tardies?" There was mirth in his eyes though as the man eyed the cinnamon roll and large coffee that had suddenly been placed before him. "Bribery eh? I guess some things never change." He trailed off and then made a gesture to move on in with his head. "Straight to the band room, and if you're caught I know nothing." And with that, the guard chuckled again and began unwrapping the sticky sweet treat.
"Thanks, Alan!" Riley called as he sprinted into the school grounds proper. He waited for the first bell and then snuck into the band room, going through the instrument hall to avoid being spotted, and then entering the office where the band staff did their work. Finally relaxing, Riley brought out his composition and began doing what he did, and loved best. Creating music. His current orchestration was a reimagining of the How to Train your Dragon music.
He was just finishing up the final edits to the overture when he heard someone entering the room and looked up to see one of the staff peering at him with surprise. "Day one? Really? You know you can't do this every day right?" Riley gave a nod and held up his work.
"I just HAD to finish this overture, it wouldn't go away in my head." The staff member took a single glance at the work and couldn't help the impressed look that came over his face.
"Just don't make it a habit Riley. Free periods, lunch, before school, and AFTER school is already plenty of time. Now, I suggest you move yourself to the auditorium for the assembly currently being held."
"Assembly? Ohhh crap, right. I'm on it. Thank you!" He called again over his shoulder. He gave a wave to the Choral and Orchestra directors and then ran to the auditorium. He slid himself into the very back row of seats and once again shook his head. Late at the start meant a butterfly effect of trying to catch back up.
But an opportunity to do just that was about to present itself. As the Principal began to wrap up his speech, Riley slipped out and went ahead and made his way down to the Lacrosse field.
He waited just a moment so it wasn't too obvious he had come early and then grabbed a few snacks and a drink before climbing up into the bleachers and started claiming territory. He spread out his work, making sure it was secure and wouldn't blow away in any wind. He also made sure to save a spot for Tanith and anyone else that wanted to spend their time listening to various bits of music over and over with only slight variations.
"Welcome home My Lord, I must congratulate you on your successful campaign against the Mountain Clans. Please, take your time and I will have a full briefing on what you have missed within the Great Hall when you are ready." Mycah Arryn, the acting Lord of the Eyrie looked down at his dirty armor and then to Maester Trenten with a short chuckle.
"I will in fact take you up on that offer Maester. I will wash, and then make my way to the Great Hall. Please have the kitchens ready for my meal and that of my Knights and men. They have fought well for the Vale and deserve a rest." He looked over his shoulder to his Captain who instantly began giving orders. The Maester gave a short nod and then turned to walk back into the Gates of the Moon.
Free from attention for the brief moment, Mycah takes the moment to inhale deeply, the crisp mountain air, a chill hinting at the winter to come, filling his lungs. He held the breath and then let it out, shaking his head and walking into the Gates of the Moon and maneuvering directly to his chambers. He was confident his Captain and Officers would handle the men and send them off after they had eaten, and also confident that the stable hands would take care of his friend.
Upon entering the chambers, Mycah was happy to see servants already finishing filling his bath and preparing a set of clothing more suited for comfort. He gave a nod of appreciation and busied himself with removing his armor while he waited, though he did have to call in a page to help him with a few of the pieces, for as flexible as he was he still struggled with them.
He sent everyone away once the bath was ready and his armor was off and then finished stripping and then sunk into the warm water. By the seven is was nice to actually sit and relax again. The campaign against the Mountain men had lasted for longer than he would have liked. And while he could blame many factors, at the end of the day he should have adapted faster. In the end, it was a total victory and without very many losses either. And if he was being honest with himself, he was glad that his battles kept him from having to go South. He preferred his home and disliked the peacock Knights who preened and pranced about in tournaments.
Mycah took longer than needed in the water. Not even caring when the water got cold, simply relaxing his sore and bruised body. War, no matter what size always took its toll. Mycah frowned as he remembered the names of those he had lost. That was the hardest part of war, making decisions that meant the deaths of the troops that trusted him to serve them. To get them home to their families.
The youngest Arryn gave a sigh and shook his head. It was no use thinking like that, he had done his best to bring as many troops home as he could, and that would simply have to be enough. He stood then, and dressed silently now that his thoughts had turned against him, finishing his sky blue garments off with his sword which he strapped to his belt. Now ready to play Lord, he left his room and gave his gratitude to the servants outside that were waiting to clean things up inside. He was feeling quite refreshed and while he despised handling court matters he was decent at it and was prepared.
The Great Hall of the Gates of the Moon weren't far from his chambers, and as he got closer he could smell the food being prepared which made his mouth water. He had pushed the campaign host hard on the last day to finish their journey so that the men could be released the following morning to return to their respective homes and Houses. As such, Mycah was starving and his stomach let him know that fact as the smells continued to assault his senses. He stepped around the entrance and smiled widely as he saw Maester Trenten, and Arrold Mortimer sitting at the high table waiting. The smile grew even widen when he noted a serving boy go dashing to the kitchens to let them know that he had arrived. Good, food must be ready.
"Maester, Seneschal it is truly good to see you both. I apologize for the delay, I was taking advantage of the privacy and chance of some relaxation. And I won't hear any of the 'it's fine my Lord' your time is as important as mine in the running of the Vale while my family is away. Now, please get me up to speed with things."
The following hours were long and a different sort of exhausting. Mycah was used to the exhaustion of battle or strategy meetings but this was different, almost mind numbing administration tasks. And it was finally ove-. "My Lord, one final thing." For the love of the stranger. He raised an eyebrow and nodded to Trenten to continue. "Honestly I should have probably led with this, but we received a letter from the North this morning. I have not opened it as I knew that you expected to arrive today. I have it here." The Maester reached into his robes and pulled out a scroll that had the familiar Stark sigil on the seal. Mycah instantly was curious and accepted the letter, breaking the seal and reading quickly.
"It seems that the Starks are having Skagosi troubles and have asked for our aid." Mycah frowned, as the last of the Arryns at the Eyrie he knew that if he left to take support to the North then the Vale would be managed by the Castellan. This fact also seemed to be acknowledged by the two men with him.
"Well, my Lord our families are long time allies. Perhaps we can have one of our bannermen bring up a force to send. I could prepare a few rav-."
"Maester, you know that if our troops leave the Vale that I will be leading them. The true question is if we should or not. As the Starks themselves say, Winter is coming and I would rather not be stuck in the North when it arrives. However, as you say they are steadfast allies." Mycah was thoughtful, his eyes shining as his mind worked. Finally he nodded, and looked over to Trenten. "I will take our force here to the North, dropping off some and taking on others until we arrive at Gulltown. There we will board the ships and head to the North, I would expect perhaps a thousand men but no more than that. I may change my mind at Gulltown but either way. We will send aid."
The Maester nodded and smiled softly, perhaps in pride before standing. "Then, I shall send word to the Houses on your route, to Gulltown, and to the Starks." Mycah nodded, already mentally going over the possible routes to take to support the North. It wouldn't be quick, but let it not be said that the Arryns forsook their friends. The Knights of the Vale would go north and do what they could to help. "Seneschal, while I am away and until my father returns, the Eyrie and the Gates of the Moon will be yours. I am also entrusting the Vale to yourself and Trenten, and naming Lord Royce to acting protector."
The elderly man nodded and smiled. "As you say My Lord. We will keep good care as always. I don't expect any problems, but I do wish you safety." Mycah chuckled and stood.
"I think I'm going to need more patience than safety in the North. And lots of fur cloaks." He stretched and then went off back towards him room for some well deserved rest. On the morrow another campaign would begin…
The Eyrie is an ancient Castle and seat of House Arryn, one of the oldest lines of Andal nobility, within the Vale of Arryn. It is situated in the Mountains of the Moon on a shoulder of the peak known as the Giant's Lance, several thousand feet above the valley below. Although small compared to the seats of other Great Houses in Westeros, the Eyrie is considered impregnable to attack. During wintertime, the Arryns seek refuge against the cold in the Gates of the Moon at the base of the mountain.
The Eyrie is the smallest of the great castles, being no larger than Maegor's Holdfast. The castle is made of fine white stone. Its seven slim, white towers are bunched tightly together and can hold up to five hundred men. The waterfall known as Alyssa's Tears can be heard from the Eyrie, and falcons fly near the castle.
The Eyrie lacks stables, smithys, and kennels, but it's granary is as large as those found in much larger castles, like Winterfell. The Eyrie also contains a sept. The castle's household guard wear sky-blue cloaks.
The High Hall is a long and austere hall, with walls made of blue-veined white marble. The High Hall is decorated with rows of slim fluted pillars and a blue silk carpet. At the end of it sit two thrones carved of weirwood, one the high seat of the lord and the other a lesser throne for a consort. It has narrow, arched windows, between which are torches mounted on high iron or silver sconces. Feasts can be held in the High Hall. Entrance to the High Hall is through carved wooden doors.
The Moon Door is a narrow weirwood door that stands between two slender pillars halfway in the High Hall. A crescent moon is carved into the door, which opens inward and is barred by three heavy bronze bars. The door opens into the sky. Most executions at the Eyrie use this door, which opens onto a six hundred foot drop to the stones of the valley below.
The Crescent Chamber is the Eyrie's reception hall. Here, guests are given refreshments and warmed by the fire after making the climb up the Giant's Lance.
A flight of steep marble stairs from the Crescent Chamber bypasses the Eyrie's undercrofts and dungeons and is protected by three murder holes. The portcullis atop the stairs leads to an arcade decorated with tapestries.
The solar is located at the end of the arcade. The chamber is decorated with a Myrish carpet and has enough room for a trestle table and at least eight heavy oak-and-leather chairs.
The Lower Hall is a hall in which food and wine can be served.
The Morning Hall is located above the kitchens and is where people can break their fast.
The Maiden's Tower is the easternmost of the seven towers of the Eyrie. From a balcony on the tower, one can see the Vale and the Giant's Lance.
The Moon Tower contains the bedchambers of Lord Arryn, which is protected by an oaken door four inches thick and has curtains of plush blue velvet. The bedchamber's window has small diamond-shaped panes.
The garden is encircled by the castle's towers. It was intended to be a godswood, but no weirwood heart tree would take root in the stony soil. The garden, which is overlooked by the ruler's chambers, instead contains blue flowers, grass, shrubbery, thin dark trees, and statuary, including a depiction of a weeping Alyssa Arryn in its center.
Sky cells are the Eyrie's infamous dungeons. They are shelves on the side of the mountain's sheer cliffs, left open to the cold sky, with slightly sloping floors to unnerve the prisoners. Many prisoners, driven mad by the cold and howling wind, commit suicide rather than remain imprisoned.
The Eyrie is located six hundred feet above a waycastle, Sky. Using handholds carved into the rock within the Giant's Lance, visitors can climb a ladder-like chimney which leads from Sky up to the castle's undercellar. Alternatively, wicker baskets and six great oaken buckets are drawn on long iron chains between the Eyrie and Sky. Supplies can thus be brought from Sky to the Eyrie's winch room, as can visitors unable or unwilling to climb the chimney ladder. Oxen are used to turn the winches, and the animals are slaughtered and left for falcons when the Arryns descend to the Gates of the Moon before winter. When the court returns to the Eyrie after winter, unspoiled meat is served in a spring feast.
To reach the Eyrie from the west, an invading army would have to first overcome the Bloody Gate guarding the high road. Within the Vale, the stout Gates of the Moon guard the base of the Giant's Lance.
Steep stone steps carved into the Giant's Lance creep up the mountainside from the Gates of the Moon; they are too narrow for horses, but are accessible by mules. Travelers on the staircase are exposed to defenders in three waycastles.
Stone, the first waycastle, is on a path surrounded by forest.
Snow, the second waycastle, is on a trail steeper than that of Stone. It is nestled into the Giant's Lance so as to command the entire pathway from Stone to Snow.
Sky, the third waycastle, is on a treacherous path. Handholds carved into the rock lead up to the Eyrie. Baskets and oaken buckets can transport supplies and travelers up to the Eyrie as well.
History Kings of Mountain and Vale Legends claim that the Winged Knight drove the First Men from the Vale and flew to the top of the Giant's Lance on a huge falcon to slay the Griffin King. Records indicate that Artys I Arryn, the first King of Mountain and Vale, constructed the Gates of the Moon at the foot of the Giant's Lance, where he had defeated King Robar II Royce's army of First Men in the Battle of the Seven Stars.
Artys's grandson, Roland I Arryn, believed that the Gates of the Moon was both inferior to Casterly Rock and the Hightower and strategically vulnerable to raids from the Vale mountain clans. Allegedly inspired by Teora Hunter, Roland decided to build a new royal palace high in the mountain above the Gates of the Moon.
Construction of the Eyrie took place intermittently over generations, and marble was imported from Tarth in the narrow sea, as Roland disliked the appearance of stone available in the Vale. The first maester to serve at the Eyrie was Quince.
The Eyrie was inhabited as a pleasure palace for the Kings of Mountain and Vale during spring, summer, and autumn. The Arryns descend to the larger Gates of the Moon for winter and host a feast when they return to the Eyrie in the spring.
The Conquest During Aegon's Conquest, Queen Regent Sharra Arryn fortified the Bloody Gate and had her son, the boy king Ronnel Arryn, take refuge in the Eyrie. The fleet of House Arryn defeated that of House Targaryen in a battle in the waters off Gulltown.
After the Field of Fire and the submission of the north, Queen Visenya Targaryen, bypassed the Eyrie's lower defenses by flying upon her dragon, Vhagar, to the castle's inner courtyard. Realizing that the Eyrie's isolated location could not protect against dragons, Sharra submitted to Visenya. Visenya flew Ronnel thrice around the Giant's Lance, and the boy became Warden of the East for King Aegon I Targaryen, the new Lord of the Seven Kingdoms.
Early Targaryens King Aegon I Targaryen visited the Eyrie during his royal progresses.
During the reign of Aegon's successor, King Aenys I Targaryen, Jonos Arryn imprisoned his brother, Lord Ronnel, and took control of the Eyrie. When Lord Allard Royce's host of loyal bannermen defeated Jonos's rebels below, the self-proclaimed King of Mountain and Vale threw Ronnel to his death through the Moon Door. Aegon's younger son, Prince Maegor Targaryen, rode the dragon Balerion to the Eyrie. To avoid being burned by Balerion's dragonflame, the Eyrie's garrison captured Jonos and threw him through the Moon Door. Maegor hanged all of Jonos's followers from the walls of the Eyrie.
After Elinor Costayne was forced to wed King Maegor I, one of her sons from her first marriage was sent to the Eyrie to be raised.
King Jaehaerys I Targaryen visited the Eyrie on Vermithor during his royal progress in 52 AC. Princess Daella Targaryen died at the Eyrie after giving birth to Aemma Arryn in 82 AC. Lord Rodrik Arryn wanted his wife to be buried in the Vale of Arryn, but Queen Alysanne Targaryen insisted that her daughter be burned and her ashes interred at Dragonstone.
During the Dance of the Dragons, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon flew to the Eyrie on Vermax to secure an alliance between Jeyne Arryn, Lady of the Eyrie, and the blacks of his mother, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. According to Grand Maester Munkun, Jacaerys and Jeyne agreed to an alliance in the castle's High Hall, with Jacaerys promising to have dragonriders sent to the Vale to help protect the Eyrie from enemy dragons.
Jeyne had her first cousin, Ser Arnold Arryn imprisoned in the sky cells of the Eyrie and in the dungeons of the Gates of the Moon after two failed rebellions. After Jeyne died, her preferred heir, Ser Joffrey Arryn, was contested by Arnold's son, Ser Eldric Arryn, and by Isembard Arryn of Gulltown. After a civil war in the Vale of Arryn, Joffrey eventually emerged as Lord of the Eyrie during the regency of Aegon III.
House Arryn of the Eyrie is one of the Great Houses of Westeros, and is the principal noble house in the Vale of Arryn. Their main seat is the Eyrie, which is considered impregnable. House Arryn has at least one other holding, their winter castle at the Gates of the Moon, which was once their main seat. Both of these fortifications sit astride the Giant's Lance, the tallest mountain in the Vale, the Gates of the Moon at its foot, the Eyrie at its top.
The Arryn sigil is a sky-blue falcon soaring upwards, outlined against a white moon on a sky-blue field, and their words are "As High as Honor".
The Arryns of the Eyrie have a collection of distant relatives located throughout the Vale. Although they are much poorer than the ruling Arryns, aside from the Arryns of Gulltown, these lesser branches are described as proud due to their name and heritage.
Kings of Mountain and Vale The Arryns are considered to come from the oldest and purest line of Andal nobility, which they say reaches back to Andalos and possibly Hugor of the Hill.
When King Robar II Royce began to unite the First Men and defeat some of the petty Andal kings during the Andal invasion, the Andals of the Vale united behind Ser Artys Arryn, the Falcon Knight, a native Valeman esteemed amongst his peers as the finest warrior of his day. Robar was slain in the Battle of the Seven Stars, possibly by Artys, and the First Men houses who remained bent the knee and swore fealty to Artys Arryn, the First of His Name, new-crowned King of Mountain and Vale. From that day, the Vale became known as the Vale of Arryn. Songs of the Vale conflate Artys with the legendary Winged Knight, who is said to have slain the Griffin King atop the Giant's Lance. The First Men who did not accept Artys as their king were forced into the Mountains of the Moon, becoming the Vale mountain clans.
The Arryns initially lived at the Gates of the Moon, but over generations they constructed the Eyrie. They often used the Eyrie as a summer pleasure palace, descending to the Gates of the Moon before winter made the Eyrie inaccessible.
The Arryn kings added Pebble, the Paps, and the Witch Isle to their realm. They battled with the Stark Kings of Winter over the Three Sisters in the War Across the Water, which featured King Osgood Arryn and his son and successor, Oswin the Talon, who burned the Wolf's Den. There were bloody battles wherein the Arryn fleet turned back slavers from Volantis, ironborn reavers, and pirates from the Stepstones and the Basilisk Isles. The legendary Lady Alyssa Arryn gave her name to Alyssa's Tears, a waterfall on the Giant's Lance, when she did not shed a tear for her murdered husband, brothers and children.
Aegon's Conquest During Aegon's Conquest the Arryn and Targaryen fleets fought in a battle in the waters off Gulltown, which resulted in the destruction of the Targaryen fleet and the death of its commanding officer, Daemon Velaryon. Visenya Targaryen, on her dragon Vhagar, burned the Arryn fleet in response. Since both fleets were destroyed, the battle was considered a tactical draw, but a strategic defeat for the Targaryens as they were unable to take Gulltown. For House Arryn the trouble did not end there, since the Sistermen on the Three Sisters revolted after the destruction of the Arryn fleet.
Later in Aegon's Conquest, Visenya was charged with subduing the Vale. Sharra Arryn, Queen Regent of the Vale, ruling in the name of her son, the boy-king Ronnel Arryn, amassed the Vale's army at the Bloody Gate. Visenya, however, flew on Vhagar to the courtyard of the Eyrie to obtain the surrender of the Vale of Arryn. When Sharra returned to the Eyrie she found her son sitting on Visenya's lap asking if he could ride the dragon with her. Once Sharra yielded and bent the knee, Ronnel twice flew with Visenya and Vhagar. The Arryns have since remained Defenders of the Vale and Wardens of the East for the Iron Throne.
Targaryen Dynasty Queen Rhaenys Targaryen arranged the marriage of Lord Ronnel Arryn to the daughter of Lord Torrhen Stark of Winterfell, in an attempt to knit the new realm together. There are letters at the Citadel which suggest that Torrhen only agreed to this match after much protest, and that his sons had refused to attend the wedding. In 37 AC Ronnel was deposed by his brother Jonos. When House Royce gathered forces against Jonos and besieged him in the Eyrie, Jonos threw Ronnel and his family through the Moon Door. Prince Maegor Targaryen flew to the Eyrie on Balerion, and hanged Jonos and his supporters. House Arryn continued through a cousin, Hubert Arryn.
In 80 AC, during the reign of King Jaehaerys I Targaryen, Lord Rodrik Arryn married Princess Daella Targaryen, the king's daughter. Daella died in childbirth, giving birth to their only child, Lady Aemma Arryn. Aemma was married to Prince Viserys Targaryen in 93 AC. By the time Jaehaerys called a Great Council in 101 AC, Rodrik was deceased as well, and Lady Jeyne Arryn ruled the Eyrie. However, as she was in her minority in 101 AC, House Arryn played a small role in this council.
Upon the death of Jaehaerys in 103 AC, Prince Viserys was crowned king and Aemma Arryn his queen. During the early years of their marriage, Aemma gave birth to a stillborn son and suffered multiple miscarriages, though she also gave birth to a daughter, Rhaenyra Targaryen, in 97 AC. Aemma died giving birth to her second son, Baelon, who followed her to the grave a few days later.
Following the death of Viserys I in 129 AC, House Arryn became involved in the Dance of the Dragons, where Aemma's daughter, Viserys's elder child and proclaimed heir, Princess Rhaenyra, and Rhaenyra's younger brother, Prince Aegon, Viserys's eldest surviving son, fought over their claims to the Iron Throne. Jeyne Arryn supported the blacks and her kinswoman Rhaenyra. At the start of the Targaryen civil war, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, Rhaenyra's eldest son, traveled to the Eyrie to secure aid for his mother's cause. Jeyne kept true to her promise and sent men by sea by way of Gulltown to join Rhaenyra's hosts.
Following the conclusion of the civil war, and the coronation of King Aegon III Targaryen, Rhaenyra's eldest surviving son, at the age of eleven, Jeyne became one of seven regents of the young king. She died in Gulltown of illness in 134 AC.
This led to a succession struggle. Jeyne's will named her fourth cousin Joffrey Arryn as heir. However Jeyne's first cousin Arnold Arryn had been imprisoned for trying to depose her but his son Eldric Arryn pushed their claim. A more distant cousin, Isembard Arryn, head of House Arryn of Gulltown, also pushed their claim. Even though Eldric was eventually killed, Arnold continued to oppose Joffrey. Finally Arnold and Isembard were forced to submit to Joffrey.
Recent History: Joffrey Arryn the father of Donnel, Lysander and Alys lived to the age of 67 and died of a lung ailment. Once the civil unrest in the Vale had been quashed Joffrey had turned to further improvements in the Vale’s Navy. His actions were a long term plan to shore up the merchants with cogs, schooners and galleys. Sadly Joffrey did not live to see his vast improvements fully completed. His son Donnel however took over and improved on his father’s plan with the help of his wiley wife Brighid. Being well acquainted with vessels, her input was invaluable to finish what Joffrey started and Donnel envisioned with greater clarity.
Donnel and Brighid started to expand contracts with Essos, Riverland and coastal merchants. Having an arranged marriage that turned out well and grew into love. There was a bit of a rocky start, due to the young age that they married but understanding and growth soon followed the couple. It was Brighid’s idea to further trade with the Riverlands being from the most southern end of the Riverlands; she was keen to use any influence she could.
The oldest son, Arthyr, was sent to Gwayne Corbray, a Kings Guard at the Red Keep. While Jaslyn was kept at home with her mother and Mycah was fostered to different houses within the Vale starting at the age of eight.
Family Members:
Donnel Arryn - 41 born 161 AC. Always ready with a smile, Donnel enjoys life to the fullest extent. He's always playing about and active, and brings joy to all within his sphere of influence. But even with his amiable personality he is a cunning ruler that has developed an uncanny ability to read other people, particularly his bannermen. He adopts a shrewdness and probing demeanor to match his bubbliness which leaves people with spun heads as they try to figure out just what the Lord of the Vale was thinking.
Brighid Arryn née Mooton - 40 born 162 AC. Stern, serious but loving mother that takes her job seriously. She has a sharp tongue and suffers no fools, save for her children and husband occasionally.
Arthyr Arryn - 23 born 179 AC. [See Character Sheets below]
Jaslyn Arryn - 20 born 182 AC. [See Character Sheets below]
Mycah Arynn - 17 born 185 AC. [See Character Sheets below]
Alys Targaryen née Arryn - 29 born 173 AC. Wedded to Rhaegel Targaryen
Lysander Arryn - 37 born 167 AC. Head of House Arryn of Gulltown has been widowed these past 3 years and looking for a bride.
Name: Arthyr Arryn Age: 23 born 179 AC House/Affiliation: House Arryn Description & Biography: Arthyr is a mirthful bundle of looking on the bright side. With a coy grin always plastered on his face the young man takes after his father eerily in terms of appearance and bearing. Like Donnel, Arthyr likes to make people laugh and smile while also being a very good listener. He has a tendency to be polite to the small folk and has even helped out quite a few pages or maids in the Red Keep. Arthyr also enjoys heading out into the city itself and to get a feel for life outside the castle walls. He has a group of kids that he taught basic swordplay and even bought them all arming swords when they came of age.
Arthyr is sometimes mistaken for a Lannister with his features, a curse of the golden hair. Luckily the Arryn livery he tends to wear makes up for it. He stands at exactly six feet, and has an athletic build. He has deep blue eyes that tend to always be shining with laughter, smiling eyes they have been called.
When he was twelve, Arthyr was sent to Kings Landing to squire under Ser Gwayne Corbray to train in arms and armor but to also learn the way of politics from the best that exist, the courtiers of Kings Landing. He watched, listened, and took notes on every day in court. He has developed a strong sense of being lied to, or being used, and like his father he has developed a formidable mask. He is hard to read and can go from smiling to blank faced instantly.
Arthyr is a skilled swordsman, not the best, but not the worst but his true strength is on horseback. On a Horse Arthyr is almost unstoppable. Sword, Lance, axe, mace, spear, and even the bow. He spends a lot of his early evenings in the stable training his horse and continuing the bond he has with the animal.
Arthyr's primary weakness is his blunt, stubborn nature. When negotiating he says what he wants and will rarely be moved from his decisions. He's shrewd and uncompromising but he does it with a smile.
Name: Jaslyn Arryn Age: 20 born 182 AC House/Affiliation: House Arryn Description & Biography: Jaslyn is a petite and beautiful girl who looks younger than her actual age. Her light blue green eyes are framed by deep brown thick lashes. Freckles dust her pale skin like stars in the night sky. Her hair is a pale rose gold and mostly kept up in intricate braided updos. When her hair is down it falls in a straight unbroken line to mid-thigh.
Jaslyn has spent her life in the Vale and takes after her mother and is a very serious young lady. Her days consist of learning heraldry, needle point, playing the harp, dancing, riding, hawking and water dancing. Her mother insisted that she learn to protect herself and consequently hired a Braavosi Master Waterdancer. Jaslyn learned the history of Westeros and Essos from Maester Trenten and Septa Leynara. She learned Braavosi and water dancing from Bastian Forel, the water dance tutor for House Arryn.
Name: Mycah Arryn Age: 17 born 185 AC House/Affiliation: House Arryn Description & Biography: Mycah is the youngest of the family but perhaps one of the most treasured as tends to be the case for the youngest. Mycah stands at five foot four and has a slim build. He has lighter blonde hair, a natural two-tone where the darker just undercuts the light. His eyes change shades of blue in the light and tend to be searching.
Mycah doesn't do a whole ton of talking, and when he does he tends to be well spoken and sure of himself. He's intelligent, calculating, strategic, and mature.
When he was eight years old Mycah came up with the idea to spend a year with each of the Vale banner lords. A year of getting to know, but also letting them know of himself. Mycah has a keen tactical mind, a natural strategist, and while he isn't the best swordsman he can hold his own and invent new ways of fighting.
Leaving behind the Wolves and the Grapes had been easy, Ashton cared little for petty squabbling and even less for politics overall. He could stomach it, sure, and was even starting to get used to it but it remained a fact for the young man that if he could be anywhere else? He would. And to his great excitement he had upon his arm the most beautiful woman in Summerhall OR its grounds.
He escorted her dutifully to the entrance, eyes that were used to watching minute movements of his opponents now watching Gwen. She was upset, that much was certain and Ashton couldn't really blame her. He shuddered to think what could have been if the Hightower clan had suddenly all walked in to retrieve him. Not that such a thing would ever occur. For one, Ash wasn't that important, and secondly his father had a rule that no more than three of the immediate family, along with their own families, could be in a location at one time.
Finally Ashton simply looked over to Gwen, pulling her gently to the side and away from the people entering. "I'm very sorry that this happened, and if I can do anything that would help I would do it in a heartbeat." He offered a genuine smile to her, not one of pity or reassurance, more one of understanding and support. "Perhaps I can take you to the Stark camp myself, that way I can have the honor of your company a bit longer and you can have a companion." He did NOT add 'that's not of your vast family' to the end of that phrase out loud but did think it. It was so strange…
Clearing her throat softly Gwen swallowed and smiled wobbly at Ashton. She didn’t want to take her temper out on him. He barely knew her and he was being so wonderful. Clearing her throat yet again Gwen nodded. “Yes. That would be wonderful. Yes please."
Squeezing Ashton’s arm Gwen wanted to lean her head on his shoulder. But that would be too personal. Far too personal, but it seemed right. Still no matter how right it seemed she was not ready to have more people stare at her for more reasons.
With a nod, Ashton mentally made a map through tent city to where the Starks had made camp. He giggled softly as he thought about going through the backs of those tents again, and navigating the ropes where he had met Gwen earlier. But no, that wouldn't do, he was officially escorting a Lady now, and he was going to do it correctly. He smiled brightly at her and then set off on a comfortable pace towards the Starks.
"Guess I'm not the only one that has family drama. I mean I suppose it could be seen as a positive AND negative at the same time. At least they obviously care, perhaps a bit more than you would want, or well anyone would want, but yeah. Could be worse!", he winked at her and stepped closer to her to sort of playfully nudge her. "Either way, it's behind us. Literally in this case and now we can just enjoy the fresh night air."
Blinking away the tears as her frustration and anger faded Gwen gave Ashton a true smile. “The sun must always shine in your world Ashton. Are you sure you’re Westrosi? Seems more like you’re a fable. You must be that prince that catches a maiden’s eye and runs off with her heart." A teasing smile flashed dimples at Ashton. Gwen giggles quietly, stepping closer and winding her arm more closely with Ashton’s arm.
Raising an eyebrow and furrowing the other, Ashton looked at her and just shook his head. "I am certainly not a Prince, though I do hope to make a decent Knight. From my observations that in of itself is becoming more and more rare. But it's impossible to stay angry or upset when I'm near you, so I guess you just make it easy for me. I'm not usually this cheery unless I'm watching the sunset, I have this really nice spot on a hill close to the Castle that I found one day while exploring." He gives a shrug and when Gwen stepped closer he beamed even brighter if that was possible and his cheeks turned a bit more crimson.
Gwen noted the blush and the grin. “You should smile more. It makes you even more handsome."
Ashton can't help but turn even more red, now resembling the hit red wax the Maesters use to seal various messages. "Well thank you, so long as you're at my side I foresee a lot of smiling in my future.”
Sighing Gwen pouted teasingly. “Too bad this tournament is merely a blink. Truly I wouldn’t mind this mild weather at Winterfell and the company is sublime." Ashton was so attentive and sweet. Gwen was reminded of the old bard tales of knights and their lady loves. Impulsively she leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek, her lips lingering there.
And then her lips connected with his cheek and his entire world stood still. It was nothing, not really, sure it was a sweet thing to do but in the grand scheme of things it was a simple action. And yet, Ashton's brain had shut down; all systems offline. He stood rooted to the spot and blabbering like some sort of fish that found itself unable to get back to the water and now couldn't breathe. His cheeks were fiery red and his arm clenched unconsciously around Gwen's own. When his mouth did some blabbing it opened and shut twice with no words coming out. Abandoning such things, he simply gave her the widest smile she would have seen yet on the Hightower lad and then leaned down to place his forehead on her own and look her straight in the eyes. "Well, that was something." His words were breathy, but at least he didn't have stinky breath.
Perhaps it had been some luck of the Maiden for her to have stumbled upon the blissful pair, perhaps another god entirely. Her own mind, however, was on other matters. Matters of survival and utter importance. Having slipped from a distracted escort and into the city of tents after being escorted by the handsome Ser Ryon, Alysanne Lothston was just as ready to get thoroughly drunk as she was to get a knife in the ribs. Courtesy of Danelle. Had her sister seen her and, if she had, had she known whom Alysanne was? That was a name she had not thought of herself as, in many years. Alysanne Lothston, buried and forgotten in the mires of trouble that ran around Alys Rivers. Her lips left their thinned grimace as she paused in the shadow of a tent to watch the two young love-birds kiss. Nobles, she thought, by their cloth.
“I’d say." She agreed with the young man, he had the look of a Reachman about him. Her? It was hard to say. Desperation, recent tears and now this? Forbidden love most likely. An interesting tidbit and one she would have to pass on to buyers sooner or later, but for now? Best that no one else sees and that tidbit loses its value. Leaning against a barrel, the woman small though she was gave the two a stern look, though a smile played about her lips. “Unwise too, but perhaps an explanation might sway me from raising a fuss over such a lady being taken advantage of?"
Gwen groaned softly, laying her head on Ashton’s shoulder. “And of course..." She looked at the girl who could practically be a shorter version of Gwen herself. Taking in the slight little female Gwen couldn’t help but smirk. She felt that this little one would be a bigger spitfire than even her. It was obvious that she was a redhead and couldn’t be too much younger than Gwen herself. However the way she spoke was someone who knew how much trouble she could indeed make. “He earned it. He did cheer me up and he couldn’t be sweeter even if he was covered in honey."
Ashton normally would've jumped when a random person speaks without him realizing their presence. He startled easily when he got distracted but he was so enraptured he simply frowned and looked at the newcomer. He smirked as Gwen spoke her piece and then added on. "Nor would I ever take advantage of anyone, least of all her. I would say well met but if I'm being totally honest, I was not quite ready to give up my free time with the Lady here, if there ever truly was a free moment. I am Ashton Hightower, and you are?"
Alys had to smile at the fondness she saw between the two. So he had been a Reachman, and a Hightower at that. The Lady, for lady the girl must be, was yet unknown. Still there were manners to be had and Alys considered the best option. “I am Lady Rohanne Webber of Coldmoat." She stated with all the formality of one of rank. It would be easy enough to pass for the woman in these shadows and with her own red hair much similar to the young girl’s. It was best to keep an eye out for those nobles you might take the appearance of, Alys thought with wry amusement. “And you are Lady…?" She gave the woman a pointed look.
Gwen smiled at the pointed look. “Gwendolyn Carmyne of Redfield. We are headed to the Stark camp if you’d like to join us, Lady Rohanne. I’d love to know how Coldmoat got it’s name." The Reach household was one that she had read about since it was close to the Riverlands in the northern section of the Reach. Gwen wondered if the Lady had grown up there or married in. Gwen tapped her nails in a four count on Ashton’s arm absently.
Something tickled her memories. Gwen’s eyes lit up. “Oh Coldmoat is the Osgrey’s. Ashton the Osgrey line crosses the Hightower line. Why you might be distant cousins!! You have to come with us Lady Rohanne. How could you not recognise each other?"
Of all the schemes to have hit a snag! Hightower, of course. She was mentally kicking herself and hid it with a cold smile. “No. Though for not recognizing a Hightower, I for one blame the lack of lighting." There was an answer easy enough to explain the mistake. Shadows could make mistakes. She could not afford one, not right now. Alysanne ran a hand over her braid, playing with it as she had heard the Lady Rohanne played with hers. “Though I dare say, I may be married but it is not a match desired on my part." If it had been, Alys would eat her boots and Dannel’s. Now she had to slip away. She had what she came for, the names of the two love birds and she need not linger. More subtle measures could find out if they were promised to one another or no. “Lady Gwendolyn, a pleasure I must say. Though I fear I will have to decline your invitation. I need to return to my husband," What had been the fool man’s name? She knew there had been talk of it. “Lord Uffling, actually." She curled her lip slightly, an artful display of distaste she thought.
"Lady Rohanne, I must say you look very much different than when I saw you in Oldtown previously but I suppose we all grow differently. As for declining our offer I must insist you take it. I will speak with your husband and let him know how you helped a son of Hightower. In fact, I'm sure my brother and Aunt would like to thank you and him themselves. Perhaps breakfast tomorrow morning? I can set it up very easily, and of course Gwen you are invited as well." He smiles brightly at the girl still close to him. He fully felt like he had been channeling his older brother Leo at that moment and Ashton felt proud himself, perhaps he really was learning.
“Having children tends to change a woman." She stated simply, praying it would be the case. “Though I shall take you up on breakfast should I find myself able to tomorrow, I must decline tonight. It already grows late for me." She shrugged and considered if they would seek out the woman tomorrow. Perhaps, and perhaps not. Drink and lust could make a mind wander and forget and with any luck it would be so here.
Gwen grinned, catching on to the game. “Of course I’d be happy to break my fast with you both. Ashton you might be getting ready for the tournament tomorrow or helping your Lord Dayne. I’m sure the Sword of the Morning will need some assistance and you’d be far too busy to escort Lady Rohanne and her husband. Lord… I dare say I have forgotten his first name. No matter, I will come to your camp on the morrow. Uffling you said right?" Gwen nodded.
“Yes it is decided I will come and get you tomorrow. Besides, I'd love to meet your family Ashton." Gwen had caught the suspicion in Ashton’s questions and Lady Rohanne was being rather dodgy. Dodgy people reminded her of the fact that Ashe was in the dark somewhere like a slinky little lizard just waiting for the right moment to jump out and snark at them or scare someone to death. Well maybe half death.
Alysanne was less than pleased by that, but there was no help for it. Smiling, she chuckled and was about to say it was not necessary when thunder crashed through the camp.
“Little Cousin!" Bennifer was as loud and obvious as a bull. Gwen, willing or not, would find herself plucked from Ashton and whirled about in a giant’s embrace before she was set down on the side far from both the strange woman and Ashton without a by your leave. Grinning, the man hardly looked like a grim Northman. Hair that had slightly darkened from blonde with age, the large man looked between the three. The Lady Rohanne stiffened from where she leaned against a barrel, her blue eyes narrowed as Bennifer, one of the last people she wanted to meet, took stock of the situation. “Ah, cousin. I saw what happened in the tent and would have come sooner had I not been making sure Roger did not pinch too many a bottom. Come introduce me!" He patted the Carmyne lady on the back with a hand the size of a dinner plate.
“Benni!!" Gwen shrieked as Bennifer twirled her around. “I haven’t seen you since Auntie Mya’s wedding." She hugged him quickly, making a face by scrunching up her nose cutely. “Roger. Is he still as ugly as a duck’s butt? No, I take that back, ducks are adorable."
Gwen giggled and indicated Lady Rohanne. “This is my new friend Lady Rohanne Webber of Coldmoat. We’ll be breaking our fast on the morrow with her. If I can pull her away from her husband and children. May-hap we can take them as well? We shall see. So exciting!"
Blushing slightly, Gwen reached out and put a hand on Ashton’s upper arm. ”Lord Ashton Hightower, may I introduce you to my cousin by marriage. Lord Bennifer Blackwood Heir of Raventree Hall. Though no doubt I couldn’t ask for a better one so I think he might have arranged it because I was too adorable to be left alone." She smirked at Bennifer. “You’re words not mine Benni."
The large man nodded, his eyes narrowing at the Lady of Coldmoat. “A pleasure to both. Though might you have been in the Vale over the past few years, fair Rohanne?"
“You flatter me, My Lord." Alysanne nodded, her eyes cold as she gave a small incline of her head towards the man. “I have not had the opportunity." Taking a step back, she made her motion to leave clear as day and knew if that giant tried to stop her, family or no, she would stab him where it hurt. “I have felt unwell of late, so I take my leave. My Lords, My Lady." Taking the dismissal for what it was, Bennifer sketched a bow towards the familiar, yet not woman before turning her gaze towards the two who had been crossing social morays mere minutes before. Allowing the smaller woman to slip into the shadows to Alys’s grateful delight.
“Ugly? He grew up looking well enough, though Mother’s death put a marr on the boy." The giant shook his head and gave Ashton a searching look. Weighing him as other opponents had been measured on the field of battle. “The Squire to the Sword of Morning, a pleasure." He slapped the man’s shoulder and grinned. “Perhaps you shall be knighted on the morrow! Tell me cousin, do you mean to give him your favor? Make him your Florian?"
Ashton watched the Lady Rohanne closely, and as such totally missed yet another large person come up towards them and quite literally sweep Gwen up off of her feet. Now with her in the air and moved out of his reach, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes at the person. When Gwen did introductions he did relax, if but a bit. Somehow, yet another relative of Gwen coming to check on her. But at least Gwen seemed to be content with this one.
"Lady Rohanne, if you would let me know the answer to the question my father asked you via Raven? No doubt you and your Lord husband discussed it, as it was quite serious and my father can get a bit paranoid when replies take too long." Ash had watched as Rohanne had attempted to leave and of course stopped that. He had a few questions, the first of which being why the girl was being so shady.
He turned then to Gwen, still keeping Rohanne in his sight, as he was introduced and gave a nod of respect to Bennifer along with a flashing smile and tilt of his head. He could tell Bennifer was sizing him up. It was a look that Ash himself had used many times before to many other people. "Pleasure is all mine Lord Blackwood. If you'll permit Gwen to return to my side, I have given my promise of an escort to the Stark encampment and intend to keep my word."
Alys was going to scream. “Surely that can be discussed over breakfast with my Lord husband?" Whose name she could not for the life of her place! Alys was going to set herself to shrieking obscenities. There was no reason for sighting Danelle, her oh-so-beloved sister, to make her lose her wits! Now she was to pick up the pieces and be the shadow that slipped with this conversation with none the wiser, but they would be wiser! Toying with the notion of killing the three, she dismissed it as foolishness. Something she had used up over the last few hours. “Let us speak of that in private, if we are to speak of it at all. Lest I take insult at your suggestion of tardy replies!" She growled, alone she could get this youngling to be silent and see reason. “Your lady is in good hands and will find herself busy enough on the morrow." She gestured to a dip between two carts. Shadowed and well devoid of people. She was going to have to indebt herself and it galled Alysanne.
"I have but one thing then till the morrow. When you visited Oldtown and the Hightower, what color doublet did I wear? You mentioned it quite fondly and stated how much you loved it, and I told you I got it from a merchant stopping in from Volantis. Do you remember?"
Rolling her eyes, the small woman seized the squire by the arm and said in a voice that dripped with absolute irritation. “Green. You were in love with the red and black gown I found, as I recall." She drawled, her tone dipping as she hissed in words said only for Ashton’s ears alone. “Ser Ry and Lady Dy were most fond of my current gown." Her voice jerked upwards slightly to more normal tones. “Squire." A demand in waiting.
Ashton narrowed his eyes even further then as he was seized. He would jerk his arm away with a training yard twist and then placed his hand on the hilt of Vigilance. "Wrong, black with gold trim. Now reveal your true identity and stop with this mummers farce before I have the guards come and take you."
The unfolding drama between Ashton and Rohanne made Gwen tilt her head. She didn’t particularly care for the way that the two were hissing at each other. It felt rather familiar and a bit hostile. Gwen looked at Bennifer then at the two arguing heatedly. Rohanne put her hands on Ashton and Gwen sucked in a breath.
Recognising the feeling of jealousy hot in her belly and much stronger than she ever had prior to this moment. Like dragonfire it burned in her. “Allow me to point out Lady Rohanne that if he takes this to a guard that this could be dealt with by Prince Maekar who has seen fit to enact swift merciless punishments these past few days. As the Heir to Redfield I suggest you provide irrefutable proof for Lord Ashton as to your identity. I will vouch for you if you speak truly. I’m sure that Lord Ashton and I would be willing to overlook a jest and let you be on your way. Come now, the proof or the truth." Gwen’s temper made her snap out a fact of which she didn’t want to spread around.
There was a glare as the woman drew herself up to her diminutive height. Short though she was, as the languid air of Rohanne drifted from her. The woman sighed, not in defeat but exasperation. “I see, shame. I thought we’d have a nice lovely time of lying to each other and each be on our way. I hardly wanted to watch the two of you frisk like fools down a side alley." She cocked her head, hands on hips. “That being said, I shall have to mention this to Ryon. The man seems to be one who would find this amusing as the seven hells." There was a wicked grin on her face as she decided cock and sure was going to get her out of this. Plus? It was all true. “Ser Ryon." She corrected herself with a sigh. “Handsome man, would love to go riding with him." She mused more to herself than the other three.
Bennifer looked between the pair, who were far too familiar with each other, and the strange woman. Woman, who was awfully familiar yet not. But it could have been the ale. Probably was the ale, he had drunk a lot. Deciding that two youngsters on the edge of temper versus someone who was probably a lover of the Sword of Morning, the giant shrugged. “I heard Ser Ryon is a man of… appetites." He turned his question on, not the woman, but the Squire Ashton. “Some women, do not like to have their affairs in the view of the public eye." He advised. “And some young people should not have theirs aired so openly." He noted the familiarity between the Hightower and his cousin and gave Gwen a pointed look.
Alys inclined her head to her cousin, though she doubted he knew such. “Young people are so incredibly jumpy."
“They can be when they have something to hide." Bennifer agreed, “I have younger brothers."
“My sympathies, Ser. Are you as of yet unmarried?" Hating herself, Alys forced herself to keep that lascivious smile and glance at the man, handsome yet utterly unattractive to her, up and down.
Bennifer grinned, “Aye and with a young son!" Turning his beaming eyes on Gwen, he looked like a moon eyed fool. “Benjicot Blackwood! Just born a month before we left Raventree! Olyria, my wife from the Frey’s, is well and the lad is so small. Would I not have come except for Aunt Melissa being willing to look after them." For a man of his size, Bennifer looked distinctly worried and sighed. “I still worry, not being there. The lad is just so… small." The man looked like he might actually start wringing his hands like a worried midwife.
Glad that Bennifer was distracted, the woman sighed and shrugged slightly. “I’m a bastard and friend to your knight master. Alys Flowers. From the Bushy’s. Though beforehand, I was in Starfall. Before your time, boy. Your lovely knight master was of… interest and a great riding partner. Simply ask him when you see him next. My Ser knight, and brother, is here to compete and I decided to come and call on an old… friend. My deepest apologies for the misunderstanding. I simply did not want to have you two think to start trouble with me in case I did come upon you so unawares. Some nobles get far more… sharp and heavy handed when they think you know their secrets." Giving a sigh, Alys shrugged and winced. She had felt that heavy hand from other men and could well recall it to her own ends.
The more the girl talked, the less Ashton was alarmed. By the end he sighed and relaxed fully, shaking his head and eyeing her up and down. "Look, I don't know what kind of 'relationship' you have with my Knight and frankly… I don't want to know anything, ever. I'm glad that you ended up telling at least a better lie and one I can't prove. I did not wish to accost you so harshly but what you did was against the laws of the realm and had to be addressed. I may not be a Knight but as a noble I still have that right."
He ignores the back and forth between her and Bennifer. He didn't need any other people how to live his life, he got plenty of that from his father and that man did it enough for the whole realm. "I will say… I didn't know Ryon had such young… Friends, and I'll be sure to mention I told you hello. Now, if you'll excuse Gwen and myself, I have an escort to finish and then a Knight to serve. I wish you both a good evening."
“Oh, do mention me. It’s a shame he was too busy tonight. Perhaps he’ll call on me tomorrow." Alys giggled, and sauntered off. Slipping into the shadows and cursing herself a fool. She would have to have Dannel send the boy flying a few times and scramble his skull a bit so he would forget her.
"Right… perhaps he will." Ashton rolled his eyes and moved back to Gwen's side.
Gwen’s eyebrows climbed at the suggestions tossed around about the Sword of the Morning. This woman was laying to on thicker than a novice mason. And if she wasn’t then the debauchery that Ser Ryon practiced was never intended for her ears. In fact she was sure the word friend was used with no less than three different inflections used each different than the last.
Gwen’s head snapped up at Bennifer’s comment about Ashton and herself. Narrowed eyes hopefully conveyed the message of ‘Not a subject we need to harp on…’. In reality it did convey that message, the males in her family typically ignored it.
Gritting her teeth at the fact that Alys and Ashton basically circled each other growling and finally settling down as they both realized that it wasn’t worth it. Gwen picked her nails as the little Flower verbally sparred with Ashton. Was what she noted true? That they seemed to have some sparks between the two?
Narrowing her eyes Gwen studied the girl. She couldn’t be much older than Gwen’s own eight and ten. The little Flower could give Ashton things that Gwen couldn’t. If there was one thing that Gwen knew meant as much as her life it was her virtue. Smallfolk had it easy in the department of choosing your own spouse. A noble maid that was no longer a maid wasn’t worth anything.
These thoughts, and lack of attention, turned Gwen’s thoughts to Arystide. Confusing was one way to explain that man. Handsome, no, beautiful. But he was confusing to her. She wasn’t sure if he did or didn’t want her. Or if he wanted her for more than someone to warm his bed. Him telling her that she needed to protect herself from everyone himself included,
Gwen blinked as the motion of the Flower girl walking away brought her back. Ashton got a little high handed and she raised an eyebrow at him as she took his arm again. She also reached out and did the same to Bennifer on her other arm. “Shall we?"
Of course Bennifer would be coming. Ashton gave a small smile and nodded to Gwen and took a moment to fully calm down. That situation could have been handled far better but it was a learning opportunity and Ash was certain that he would replay the events many times over.
"Of course let's continue if you wish. I apologize for my temper. Blatant disregard for the rules and posing as someone else for some reason just makes me angry. Illogical as my brother would say. Would you like to visit anywhere else?"
The giant grinned down at Gwendolyn and chuckled. “Feisty as ever, though..." He cocked a brow at the Hightower and gave the young Lady a skeptical look. “Should I skin some wolves for you tonight or tomorrow?" There was a grin on the man’s face but a wicked gleam of delight at showing those Starks where true might lay.
“Illogical? Perhaps. Foolhardy more like. And the Prince doesn’t seem to be in a mood to suffer fools. More like you saved the woman." Gwen shook her head. “No where else. It seems I have pushed the boundaries of House Stark tempers. Best to let things cool before I press my luck again."
Gwen raised her eyebrow at Bennifer leaning away from him slightly, in turn leaning more toward Ashton, her unbound hair sliding over his arm. “The wolves need me down here more than I need them. I may have been in the North for most of my life but I was born in the South. You can take the girl out of the South but you can’t take the South out of the girl."
Nodding Gwen tipped her head and her silky long hair shifted over Ashton’s arm softly, teasingly. “I would never deprive you of matching your prowess against another. How are you going to get better if you are not shown how to lose? I make no promises since the last time I saw you were a mere Squire. If you fancy skinning a wolf I’ll not stop you Benni."
Ashton laughed then, a full laugh that Gwen may have only heard once before. He smirked over to Bennifer and shook his head rapidly while holding onto Gwen. "No need to skin any wolves for me. I'm quite capable of skinning them myself if the need arises. But I don't think it will, but I will happily take your friendship. Perhaps we can spar and teach each other some things at some point."
The lad had a new respect for the Blackwood, and could see why Gwen liked him. When the ladies hair brushed across his skin though he blushed again and tried not to cough. All the other symptoms were present though. Rapid heartbeat, wide eyes, beads of sweat suddenly on his forehead. This girl could stop his heart and Ashton would only thank her for it.
"Er. Right, to the Stark encampment then."
“Ale and mead!" Bennifer grinned and clapped Ashton on the shoulder. “Though if you two don’t mind, I’ll see you there. Lest I find people speaking ill of my little cousin’s virtue with her suitor! Ha! Father and Lady Melissa will be delighted!" The giant guffawed and chuckled. “Boy, do you mean to make an honest Lady of my cousin? Or shall I have to use your pretty, red face for target practice?"
Gwen almost stumbled over her own feet. Surely he isn’t speaking of marriage already?! Yes he is!! She didn’t know Ashton’s mind on it. Most men his age… she had never asked his age. See we don’t know each other well enough for him to even entertain the idea. He can’t be thinking that far ahead he barely knows me. Even the word suitor would be stretched at this point. Surely not…
Her mind went a mile a minute and Gwen swatted Bennifer playfully to hide her insecurity. “Benni! Really you know that is the easiest way to drive a potential off. Having the males in the family interrogate them sends them packing. Besides being as wonderful as Lord Ashton has been I am sure that he is very popular with his easy manner and sweet chivalry. He likely has many admirers no matter where he goes. I just happen to be the damsel in distress at present."
She would be wrong. Not only did Ashton not have anyone else, he had NEVER had anyone else. Not one single time other than attending various girls that his parents forced him to dance with or talk to in the Hightower. Until Gwen, Ashton was terrified of being even close to a girl. But of course they couldn't know that, he really liked Gwen and the thought of her knowing just how much of a loser he was was not an option. He glanced at Bennifer and then down at the ground as they walked, taking his time to answer. He heard Gwen, but he was distracted and didn't quite catch everything.
And then he counted to three so he wouldn't overthink things and stopped abruptly. "I have never connected with another person other than my twin in my entire life like you. And while my honor dictates that I tell you that we hardly know each other, the thought of getting to know you brings a smile to my face and sets my heart beating faster than I knew possible. What comes in the future I know not, but if you would be willing I'd like to explore it together. In whatever way makes the most sense."
Nodding in agreement to the words of the squire, Bennifer nodded sagely. “I shall speak to Lord and Lady Stark alongside my Lord Father. Surely they will see reason that Gwendolyn is betrothed to such a charitable young man. Though it would go better if you got yourself knighted at this tournament and better still if you found yourself crowning her Queen of Love and Beauty. Though do not think I would go easy on you for that honor!" The large man laughed again and patted Gwen on the head, gently for all his size. “There you go, little cousin. All sorted! If you change your mind, I shall speak to mine aunt and see if a knife cannot be spareds to drive a knife between the young squire’s ribs if he displeases you." And to the giant? So it was, even if he had to impress on this young man that Gwendolyn had connections though slightly distant they might be. It would behoove him to treat the Lady Carmyne well, very well.
It was a hard thing to not shriek in equal parts frustration and happiness. Gwen cleared her throat. “I think that getting to know you would be a wonderful adventure Ashton. I, unlike Bennifer here, know that there are more than one side to speak to. You can’t just betroth someone instantly. Benni and Ashton is far too sweet to displease me." She had diverted her attention to Bennifer to speak to him and looked back at Ashton.
His bright blue eyes shone with emotion that made Gwen blush. Excitement and worry shot through her. She blushed and studied his tunic rather than meet his eyes and blush all the harder. “I… your family will have to approve of the match. My family would have to approve and I think Uncle Bran might be an obstacle. Possibly. Just don’t want to move so fast that I get dizzy." Gwen looked back up into Ashton’s eye and her mouth opened then closed. The emotion that was there rendered her enthralled by him. “I… uhhh..."
Ashton jumped in quickly as Gwen's words left her. Bennifer was more or less entirely ignored. His words meant nothing, the well meaning threats meant nothing. The only person that mattered was the girl before him. He nodded a few times. "I know, and I don't want to get close and then have either of our families decline. But the thought of not at least trying hurts itself. My brother, Aunt, and sister are coming tomorrow morning. I will set up a meeting with them tomorrow evening, after the first day of games. If we can get them on board I think my father will be convinced. And then I will make my way to whoever can make such a decision for you and speak my intentions plainly."
He took her hands in his own and smiled brightly to her, still staring directly at her. "If we want this we have to fight for it, and I'm not afraid of doing just that if you're not. But as you said, if this is going too fast. I understand, I get it. Whatever you want to do, however you want to do it. I'm yours."
The smile that Gwen graced Ashton with was that smile she got from her grandfather. The famous one that grew a beauty from the North to a River Lord. Her dimples deepened and her eyes sparkled. “Mine? I rather like that."
“Just make sure you don’t get your cock and balls lopped off in the melee!" Bennifer bellowed in delighted laughter. “Come, let us drink to the good news!"
Ashton decides to walk Gwen to the Stark Camp.
Gwen kisses Ashton on the cheek which is seen by Alys.
Alys poses as Lady Rohanne Webber. Ashton doesn’t believe Alys and starts to set up a trap verbally.
Bennifer enters the scene to check on his cousin by marriage.
Alys is caught in the lie. She decides to tell a more believable one.
They let Alys go not entirely sure she is telling the truth but decide it isn’t worth it.
Bennifer shows his romantic side and offers to help get the two betrothed.
Gwen and Ashton comment on the fact that it would take more than just Bennifer saying they were.