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A Song Of Ice And Fire : The Swords And Stars

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The sea had always called to Pheynix, or Nix as she was called by those close to her. All bodies of water really. Her mother referred to her as a 'little sea dragon'; quite irritating now that she was grown. It made her feel infantile. She was twenty. Not an infant.

Sighing as she leaned against the ship rail watching the ship, Swift Lady, cut through the water. The spray barely reached her boots with tiny droplets that rolled off the oiled leather.

“LAND HO!!" The bellow came from far above the deck of the cog that Nix stood on. The consensus was that land was close since the gulls had started screaming at them. So the crew that had been impatient cheered to be relieved of their sea legs for a short while.

Nix straightened up standing so that the tips of her fingers were the last to leave the railing and she pushed gently swaying with the ship. The breeze picked up as the sun started to set and they would be landing in Dragonstone in about a half hour, possibly less if the breeze picked up and a cross current didn’t foil their landing. One could never be sure with islands.

A terrifying scream that was unearthly shattered the sounds of the crew who froze for a moment. The setting sun striking the stone molded to look like dragons gave off a menacing aura for a moment. Nix scanned the sky as much as she could to see the dragon that had made that trumpet. To her it sounded like it was grieving, but that must be Nix's imagination.

Men froze then scrambled to their duties of getting the ship ready to drop anchor and row in. Meanwhile Nix, rather distracted with pondering about a dragon, trance-like stepped out of sailors' way seemingly at the last possible moment. As the wind lifted the locks of hair that had come down out of the tight braids she had wrestled it into she pulled one of the braids over her shoulder. The heavy, thick braid shone ebony in the setting sun with a strand of snow white running through it. She stroked the reminder of her heritage and smiled.

Tossing her thick braid back over her shoulder Nix felt and heard it side across her back with a soft swish. The dress and jacket were the house colors, a deep ebony and a rich purple silk that had an iridescent shimmer. The collar was high and circled her long pale throat pinned at her clavicle with the house sigil of a shooting star blended with a bird that resembled a swan crossed with a raptor. The jacket sleeves were long and fitted to the wrist with an overlay of delicate smoke colored lace designed to look like smoke. The dress itself was fitted snugly to Nix's frame to her hips then spilled down like a waterfall, stopping mid calf in the front and floor length in the back. The hem covered the tops of the boots she had on.

A smaller childlike hand fitted in Nix's and brought the woman back from her daydreaming over what it took to build the imposing fortress. “Nixie was that a dragon?" Looking down at her sister Cassiopeia and smiling into her sea blue eyes, Nix leaned over and kissed the top of the child’s head.

“Yes." Nix rested her cheek on the girl’s head. “One of many. I hear that every one of our Targaryen cousins has one. And before you ask, we're not here to trade for a dragon egg. Mother would have my hide." She smiled as Cassiopeia pouted mockingly.

While Nix and Cassiopeia talked dragons, the two other Rahl children missed the dragoncall, as the sound of steel meeting steel was too loud. Below the main deck, Castor had deemed the area a practice 'field' during his and his siblings' journey. That was where he currently stood, clad in training weights to simulate armor and brandishing Shadowfang. His opponent was his younger brother Pyxis who didn't seem to really understand what he was doing. Pyxis simply stood, sword pointed upwards and outward and tried his best to slap at the Valyrian blade. "No, no Pix. You gotta move your blade where your enemy is GOING to move it, and not where it currently is. Try and think about the different attack angles and outsmart them." Pyxis simply shrugged and lowered his sword, walking over to his brother and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm just not a fighter Castor. But that's OK, you got enough for the both of us. We should probably go and get ready to be presented to civil society, we'll be at Dragonstone soon and Nix will kill you if you show up in your fighting clothes." The younger brother had an easy tone about him, and a soft smile that seemed to tell you that he was right. Castor for his part just sighed and nodded a few times.

"You're right of course." Castor looked over to his various instructors and bowed toward them. "Gentleman, thank you for your training today. I still find something new to consider with every spar." The group of instructors just chuckled and shook their heads. They were a peculiar lot, with all different backgrounds. Ser Jeorry Redmont was a Knight of Westeros who had come close to being considered as a Kingsguard and who left the continent sometime after that to pursue new ways of fighting. Ilyro Saer was the opposite style, a water dancer of Braavos who had trained many fighters who eventually went on to compete and even gain the title of First Sword. Saavhos was a gladiator of the fighting pits of Meereen and had a more personal hand to hand style used with spiked knuckles. Zheirdas Shaqui, a Ghiscari Legionnaire preferring a spear and shield style and finally a native to Volantis who had been Castor's sworn shield since birth, Tychonos Orloris. The group began to pick up various weapons as Castor and Pyxis left, and would no doubt put the training area back to shipshape.

The two Rahl brothers made their way to their shared room and washed up as best as possible, each ignoring the cold water and then dressing in their family colors. Castor opted for a more elegant choice, his purple tunic made with the exotic and expensive silks of the East. A black leather robe-jacket was worn overtop, the buttons all gold and engraved with the Rahl sigil, the purple from his shirt peeking out at the neck. A heavy belt went around his waist, tied and knotted tightly to carry the weight of first the Valyrian sword Shadowfang, and then two separate knives. A gauche at Castor's right, and a more curved and wicked looking throwing knife behind his back. Castor didn't even bother with his hair, the cursed mess of pale blonde did what it wished and only got messier if the Rahl attempted to tame it.

The boys now ready, they walked onto deck just as the final approach was being made to Dragonstone. Finding their sisters wasn't difficult as the four of them truly stuck out from the sailors despite the Rahl colors and sigil being all too common on the ship. Castor moved to his eldest sister and smiled happily at her. "So, it seems that we've finally arrived in Westeros. The edges I'll admit, but it feels weird to finally be at a place you've only read about."

“True. We shall have to take the long boats ashore. Seems Dragonstone was made more for flying in than boating. Rather proud of those dragons are they not?" Nix rolled her eyes and Cassie giggled. “Alright we have a few things that the sailors can not fit into one trip. So multiple trips it is. We are all going on the first trip."

All four of the siblings climbed into the long boat and set off for the row into Dragonstone. As the shore came closer into view Nix scanned the sea and shore to see who had come to greet them. Upon seeing the singular Valyrian man with a couple of guards and a handful of servants; Nix looked over at Castor with her eyebrow arched in speculation. This was not the welcome they had anticipated, and the enthusiasm -or lack thereof- was rather disconcerting. The Valyrian man was tall and lean with long white hair dressed in black. His grave countenance made the Rahl siblings look to each other then back at the waiting party.

Edwell Celtigar watched the long boat pull up with the Rahl children within it. He silently admitted wryly that they were a captivating bunch and that he wished that he were a younger unmarried man as his gaze covertly roamed over the young woman with raven hair. The calm blank faces that gazed back at him were almost unnerving especially when compared to the wariness of the sailors that pulled the boats ashore. The two males had more of the Valyrian look with the silvery blonde hair. The younger of the two had sea colored eyes that were both blue and green, as if they did not want to be tied to one color. Coltish and lean the boy looked like he only had a few years before he would be close to his older brother’s height.

As Edwell set his sights upon the elder of the brothers, he saw the full force of the Rahl’s Valyrian heritage. The man, for that is what he was, was tall and graceful with a wiry build. The pale hair that topped his head was disheveled in a way that looked like he had just risen from the attentions of a young woman. Violet eyes were intent on Edwell’s own orchid color as Edwell greeted them. “My apologies to the House of Rahl. We have not had good tidings of late. I am Edwell Celtigar, Lord of Driftmark.”

"Indeed, our cousins always have liked their dragons. I can't honestly blame them but still I imagine supplying the island a nightmare with constant trips with longboats." Despite his words, Castor was deeply impressed with the formidable looking fortress that stood before them. Even from the sea it was imposing and Castor vaguely recalled the year of its construction. "We'll go first and take Guilermo or Seb so they can see where our rooms will be and direct our belongings." It was phrased as a question and as a statement, the way that Castor and his sister Nix communicated. Each knew that they could seemingly override one statement and suggest another. If agreed upon the matter was dropped, if not then it would go back and forth doing other activities. It was quite intriguing to watch but most of the time the two of them agreed.

In any regard, Castor and Pyxis found themselves being rowed to Dragonstone. Pyxis had a blank expression on his face but Castor could tell that the boy was impressed and taking in every single detail. Pyxis was the kind of boy that would look at each segment of the wall and try and determine which mine in old Valyria it came from all while silently being a beacon of calmness to everyone else around him. Castor envied his brother a little for that. Castor himself struggled to remain inwardly calm unless his sword was bared and in the middle of a fight. It seemed that only then was he truly alive. Though, he supposed that he did also like to just have fun, but it was different, almost like a thin sheet placed over top of Castor's true nature.

He was broken out of his thoughts when the ship landed and he almost revealed his true shock as he realized their welcome was quite Individualistic. Castor realized he had unconsciously locked eyes with this individual and as Edwell introduced himself Castor nodded respectfully and stepped off the Longboat. "I understand, while it is unfortunate that we could be greeted by our hosts, our family more than understands that at the end of the day family comes first. I thank you for introduction I am Castor Rahl and allow me to introduce to you Pheynix, Cassiopeia, and Pyxis Rahl." Castor indicated each of his siblings as he introduced them and then tilted his head to the right. "We have been traveling nonstop since Braavos, and are looking forward to having ground under our feet again. You mentioned bad tidings, what news do you have for us?"

Edwell sighed heavily as if the news weighed heavily on him, which it did. "The Crowned Prince Aegon, heir to the Iron Throne, and his bride Rhaena were attacked. Aegon was wounded and died. King Aenys has also passed."

Cassie's hand flew to cover her mouth as Nix turned her sister to cover her reaction. Stroking Cassie's hair in a soothing gesture, Nix looked up at Edwell, her large golden green gaze like a cat's in the fading light. With her raven hair and cat eyes Edwell thought she could be the picture of Nymeria from ages long past. Until you took in the classically pale complexion and angular features that screamed Valyrian which were only softened by her sex. She was almost an opposite of her brother, Castor, as if two sides to the same coin. One side in light, the other in shadow. Pheynix Rahl stood as tall as the Princess Melyssanthi or the Dowager Queen Visyena but rather than their svelte figures the Rahl girl was voluptuous and willowy.

As the Rahl girls turned to give Cassie a moment to compose herself Edwell also noted that the younger girl, Cassiopeia, would also turn out to be a real beauty. Her hair was a deep mahogany color and her complexion like her sister's was as pale as moonlight. Eyes that had shone with tears before Pheynix had turned her. Edwell could only say that they looked to be a deep blue. The family as a whole were striking each in their own way. He sucked in a breath at the dramatic streak of pure snow white that was divided and ran through Pheynix’s braids.

Looking over her shoulder at Edwell and noting the direction of his eyes, Nix recalled that she had wanted to wrap her braids around her head like a crown. Everyone was startled by her hair. She liked to think it was her mother’s stamp on her since she looked so much like her father’s side of the family. Ever the diplomat Nix rubbed her sister’s arms. “Lord Edwell, our condolences for your loss. We shall express our condolences to the family in person." Nix indicated the imposing fortress above them.

The things were gathered and the stairs were negotiated. Swiftly the trunks disappear to rooms that have been prepared. Nix nodded to Guilermo and Seb as they cast looks of question at both her and Castor. She knew that Castor had already spoken to the two of them and that they already had a plan. Cassie thankfully had composed herself and though mournful for their Targareyn cousins was not openly weeping. The quick spate of tears that the girl had was enough for the present. She would be better till she saw the family Nix was sure.

Ah, that would explain the lack of a large welcome and the overall somber mood that seemed to smother the area. Pyxis for his part nodded sadly and then kept his face blank. Castor didn't even nod and instead gave a sigh and glanced back to see if the second Longboat was about to arrive. He returned his attention just as Pheynix spoke and he quickly added his own words as was expected. "I share my sister's regrets and hope that our presence might be a small distraction and perhaps even offer some comfort if at all possible." Pyxis gave a nod of approval as if a voiceless echo.

The four were escorted up into Dragonstone proper, and then separated. Pyxis and Castor were taken to one shared room which seemed quite large and well furnished which meant it was obviously suited to noble visitors. Castor could only chuckle as he looked over to his younger brother and pointed to the larger bed. "That one will be mine." Pyxis merely plopped down on the other bed, having already thought what Castor was going to say. The two then looked to the door where a servant had curtsied and cleared her throat.

"Pardon me My Lords but did you require anything while waiting for an audience? Food? A bath?" The servant's eyes couldn't help but linger on Castor as she spoke and her cheeks might've even reddened a bit.

"Ah, for the moment I believe we are OK. Thank you, just let us know when we are prepared."

The girls had been escorted to their rooms just as the boys had been. They were also asked if they needed anything. Nix smirked at Cassie. "Baths. And no matter what our brothers told you they need one too. Sea baths do not get you clean." Nix grinned as they waited for their baths to be drawn.

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A Song Of Ice And Fire : The Swords And Stars

Ser Ryam Redwyne

Ryam Redwyne

_Ser

Age

17, born 24AC

Appearance

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.

A Song Of Ice And Fire : The Swords And Stars

Ser Ryam Redwyne

Ryam Redwyne

_Ser

Age

28, born 13AC

Appearance

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.

A Song Of Ice And Fire : The Swords And Stars

House Rahl

House Rahl

Within Darkness We Rise

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?

Family Members:

• Lord Darkin Rahl - Father - Age 55 Born 14 BC
  
  Da

  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
  
  Ma

  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

  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.
• Cephaeys Rahl - Second Son - Age 25 Born 16 AC
  
  Ceph

  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
  
  Hes

  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
  
  Lu

  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 Rahl - Fifth Son - Age 18 Born 23 AC
  
  Cyg

  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.
• Pyxis Rahl - Sixth Son - Age 15 Born 26 AC
  
  Pyxis

  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.
• Cassiopeia Rahl - Third Daughter - Age 12 Born 29 AC
  
  Cass

  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
  
  Riss

  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 Vhassar - Aunt - Age 43 born 2 BC
  
  Caly

  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 Vhassar - Cousin [Male] - Age 15 Born 26 AC
  
  Fin

  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..
• Andromaeda Vhassar - Cousin [Female] - Age 13 28 AC
  
  Andi

  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 Vhassar - Cousin [Male] - 7
  
  Cael

  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

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Pheynix

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.

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Castor

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.

A Song Of Ice And Fire : The Swords And Stars

House Rahl

House Rahl

Within Darkness We Rise

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?

Family Members:

• Lord Darkin Rahl - Father - Age 55 Born 14 BC
  
  Da

  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
  
  Ma

  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

  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.
• Cephaeys Rahl - Second Son - Age 25 Born 16 AC
  
  Ceph

  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
  
  Hes

  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
  
  Lu

  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 Rahl - Fifth Son - Age 18 Born 23 AC
  
  Cyg

  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.
• Pyxis Rahl - Sixth Son - Age 15 Born 26 AC
  
  Pyxis

  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.
• Cassiopeia Rahl - Third Daughter - Age 12 Born 29 AC
  
  Cass

  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
  
  Riss

  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 Vhassar - Aunt - Age 43 born 2 BC
  
  Caly

  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 Vhassar - Cousin [Male] - Age 15 Born 26 AC
  
  Fin

  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..
• Andromaeda Vhassar - Cousin [Female] - Age 13 28 AC
  
  Andi

  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 Vhassar - Cousin [Male] - 7
  
  Cael

  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

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Pheynix

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.

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Castor

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.

Delbrook Academy Senior Year

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______________________________________	______________________________________________________________________________________ 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!"

Delbrook Academy Senior Year

^{Location: Tanith's House -> School -> Lacrosse Field}

^{Interactions: None, Mentions: @Her Hiraeth, Tanith}

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.

Finally. He could relax.

Qrowdell Academy (magical school RP)

What is the technology level in the game? I didn't see it mentioned anywhere.

Qrowdell Academy (magical school RP)

This is very interesting and I have my eye on it.

A Song of Ice and Fire - the Blackfyre Rebellion

Mycah Arryn

"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…