V.1.26 (House of Caecilius Iucundus); 4091: Whoever loves, let him flourish. Let him perish who knows not love. Let him perish twice over whoever forbids love.
History: The House of Roxton was never a big house, but its enemies were many. This was because of their lord at the time, Galder Roxton. Galder was an odd sort, who was notorious among his court and the courts of his neighbors, in that he had a very low opinion of his liege, the Tyrells. He did nothing to hide the fact that he despised Highgarden and wished to form his own Kingdom of the Ring. He was only lucky that due to his low rank, he was beneath their notice.
Galder eventually died of a terrible duel. They were both drunk and armed, and he was challenged by Ser Salvon Threefoot, a newly anointed knight from a landless family. They fought the most embarrassing duel in all the Seven Kingdoms, and both pierced themselves on their own blades. The title holder after Galder was decided by a simple coin flip, and Basdon Roxton succeeded. He had a child, but soon after, committed suicide. The Ring is now controlled by Frados Roxton, serving as regent for Lindsay Roxton.
Name: Frados Roxton
Age: 44
Appearance: Frados is very tall, towering over most of his court. He is also very wide, partly because of his military training, mostly because of his affection for meals. His light brown hair, once thick on his head, has begun to recede, leaving a bald patch on the top where most can't see. His expression is often sour and grim, but softens up in the presence of his niece.
Personality and History: Frados was born to Lord Galder Roxton and Lady Lima Roxton in 85 AC. Unfortunately for him, he shared a womb with another, his twin brother Basdon. Basdon had the gall to have been born only thirty seconds before Frados, and therefore had cheated him out of what they both called their "rightful title".
The early days for both of them were uneasy, for they were both sickly as youths. The new maester at the time, Maester Sarren, had told their parents that neither of them were likely to survive the first year, if the first week. Both, miraculously, overcame the odds and grew to childhood.
The Roxton brothers were already becoming very different people. While Basdon' fate was to rule the Ring, and therefore resigned himself to endless hours of learning to make critical decisions, memorize house banners, and listen to people, Frados decided that if he couldn't be the lord of the Ring, he would become a Kingsguard. So he went down every morning to train with the squires and footmen. The one thing they had in common, though, was a love of games. They especially adored games of chance, and took the stakes very seriously.
When they were both 18, Galder was taken by the stranger, and his land and titles passed on to Basdon. His wife, grief stricken, soon followed. However, Frados had grown angry with that in the end, and challenged his brother to a duel for the seat. Quickly improvising, he proposed instead a coin flip to decide the fate of the Ring. Alas, luck was against Frados this time, and Basdon remained lord.
In time, Basdon found a match, marrying Jana, a lowborn woman, in 118 AC. Their marriage was fruitful, and soon they had a daughter, Lindsay, in 119. However, the childbirth was difficult, and Jana died of birthing fever soon after. Basdon tossed himself out of his highest tower, unable to cope with his wife's passing.
With Lindsay far too young to govern, effective control went to Frados. To this day he rules in the Ring as a regent to his niece. He has attempted to abstain from bets, but the prospect of a good gamble still makes his blood boil.
Name: Lindsay Roxton
Age: 10
Appearance: Little is remarkable about Lindsay. She is a good couple of inches taller than the average child, a mark of her father. Her hair is in light brown locks, almost yellow in the right light, a gift from her mother. She always appears intrigued by something off in the distance, which nobody else except her can see.
Personality and History: Lindsay's life has been rather tumultuous as ten year olds' lives go. Soon after her birth, her father killed himself, leaving her to the care of her uncle. He was kind enough to her, but was also always busy with something, and can only spend time with her for a few minutes at a time before he's called away by another knight or servant. She sometimes wonders if had father been alive, he would have been the same.
Her uncle would frequently tell her how lucky she was, being born late and avoiding the winter. It was a terrible cold, he said, that split walls of castles with its sheer temperature differences. She didn't really understand all the sciences of it, yet then again, she was pretty sure her uncle Frados talked in long sentences just to confuse her sometimes.
One thing Lindsay inherited from her father was her love of games. She was extraordinarily good at Korzion, and would spend lots of playing it against her uncle and whoever she could goad into playing. Most of the time, they lost. Perhaps that's why whenever she shows up anywhere anymore, board in hand, all the servants clear out of the room. When this happens, and her uncle is passed out in bed, she would just play against herself. It wasn't as fun winning then.
Maester Sarren - Maester Ser Haraway Falhen - Castellan Ser Coganon Rocinante - Jester Keles of Dorne - Steward Arillos the Plated - Commander
Note: The Ring's enemies are Wythers and Alden Keep.
History: The House of Roxton was never a big house, but its enemies were many. This was because of their lord at the time, Galder Roxton. Galder was an odd sort, who was notorious among his court and the courts of his neighbors, in that he had a very low opinion of his liege, the Tyrells. He did nothing to hide the fact that he despised Highgarden and lamented the conquest of the Ring. He was only lucky that due to his low rank, he was beneath their notice.
Galder eventually died of a terrible duel. They were both drunk and armed, and he was challenged by Ser Salvon Threefoot, a newly anointed knight from a landless family. They fought the most embarrassing duel in all the Seven Kingdoms, and both pierced themselves on their own blades. The title holder after Galder was decided by a simple coin flip, and Basdon Roxton succeeded. He had a child, but soon after, committed suicide. The Ring is now controlled by Frados Roxton, serving as regent for Lindsay Roxton.
Name: Frados Roxton
Age: 44
Appearance: Frados is very tall, towering over most of his court. He is also very wide, partly because of his military training, mostly because of his affection for meals. His light brown hair, once thick on his head, has begun to recede, leaving a bald patch on the top where most can't see. His expression is often sour and grim, but softens up in the presence of his niece.
Personality and History: Frados was born to Lord Galder Roxton and Lady Lima Roxton in 85 AC. Unfortunately for him, he shared a womb with another, his twin brother Basdon. Basdon had the gall to have been born only thirty seconds before Frados, and therefore had cheated him out of what they both called their "rightful title".
The early days for both of them were uneasy, for they were both sickly as youths. The new maester at the time, Maester Sarren, had told their parents that neither of them were likely to survive the first year, if the first week. Both, miraculously, overcame the odds and grew to childhood.
The Roxton brothers were already becoming very different people. While Basdon' fate was to rule the Ring, and therefore resigned himself to endless hours of learning to make critical decisions, memorize house banners, and listen to people, Frados decided that if he couldn't be the lord of the Ring, he would become a Kingsguard. So he went down every morning to train with the squires and footmen. The one thing they had in common, though, was a love of games. They especially adored games of chance, and took the stakes very seriously.
When they were both 18, Galder was taken by the stranger, and his land and titles passed on to Basdon. His wife, grief stricken, soon followed. However, Frados had grown angry with that in the end, and challenged his brother to a duel for the seat. Quickly improvising, he proposed instead a coin flip to decide the fate of the Ring. Alas, luck was against Frados this time, and Basdon remained Lord of the Ring.
In time, Basdon found a match, marrying Jana, a lowborn woman, in 118 AC. Their marriage was fruitful, and soon they had a daughter, Lindsay, in 119. However, the childbirth was difficult, and Jana died of birthing fever soon after. Basdon tossed himself out of his highest tower, unable to cope with his wife's passing.
With Lindsay far too young to govern, effective control went to Frados. To this day he rules in the Ring as a regent to his niece. He has attempted to abstain from bets, but the prospect of a good gamble still makes his blood boil.
Name: Lindsay Roxton
Age: 10
Appearance: Little is remarkable about Lindsay. She is a good couple of inches taller than the average child, a mark of her father. Her hair is in light brown locks, almost yellow in the right light, a gift from her mother. She always appears intrigued by something off in the distance, which nobody else except her can see.
Personality and History: Lindsay's life has been rather tumultuous as ten year olds' lives go. Soon after her birth, her father killed himself, leaving her to the care of her uncle. He was kind enough to her, but was also always busy with something, and can only spend time with her for a few minutes at a time before he's called away by another knight or servant. She sometimes wonders if had father been alive, he would have been the same.
Her uncle would frequently tell her how lucky she was, being born late and avoiding the winter. It was a terrible cold, he said, that split walls of castles with its sheer temperature differences. She didn't really understand all the sciences of it, yet then again, she was pretty sure her uncle Frados talked in long sentences just to confuse her sometimes.
One thing Lindsay inherited from her father was her love of games. She was extraordinarily good at Korzion, and would spend lots of playing it against her uncle and whoever she could goad into playing. Most of the time, they lost. Perhaps that's why whenever she shows up anywhere anymore, board in hand, all the servants clear out of the room. When this happens, and her uncle is passed out in bed, she would just play against herself. It wasn't as fun winning then.
The cloth all around smelled of rot and decay. Riley held her nose, and clutched Nina tight. Where the cart was going, she could not say. Then, her blood ran cold as the sound of sniffing, accompanied by a low growling, seemed to approach the cart. Nina squirmed in her arm, and Riley did her best to stay very very still. The seconds passed slow and suspenseful, but the sniffing receded and the cart pushed onwards.
Slowly, the cart ground to a halt. The ever-present whir of machinery was particularly noticeable here. Slowly, Riley peeled back the cloth and looked around. It was dim, the only source of light being the shaded glow of a lamp. However, if she squinted hard enough, she could just make out grey walls and something of a ladder, reaching up to a point beyond the domain of the light.
A voice boomed out from nowhere. Riley shrieked and jumped maybe half her height into the air. Then, the voice was gone as quickly as it came. Gathering her bearings, she took one last look around, then grabbed Nina.
"Steady, we're going for a bit of a fly," she murmured, then leapt out of the more reasonably-heighted trolley. She landed feet first with a resounding clang, then immediately began making her way towards the ladder with the intention of going up.
"No, no, scrolls is good," muttered Sergei, flipping through them. A shame, however. None of them come from the homeland. All the runes are inscribed with southern magics, completely foreign to himself. Still, though, it would not hurt to keep a few on him. "I take this one, is good healing, yes?" he asked, holding up a scroll marked 'Thundering Death'. Then, his ears perked up at the sound of quicksilver. "Is Werxez Tyunom?" he boomed, standing up to his full height. "Yes, must of be! Very good for potion of many make! I have more money, and sheep in sled! I buy all, and return to homeland to heal my people!"
"There there . . ." Riley murmured, stroking the tip of the little creature's nose. It was small and soft, and for a little while she could feel safe and happy, here with this creature. "I've never had a pet, but for practice, you'll do alright. I think I'll call you Nina."
That thought was quickly pushed out when large snakes caught her by her midsection, each larger and slimier than the last. Riley shrieked, and the little critter seemed to pick up on that, for it bounded after her with a surprising vigor, leapt onto the towering source of the snake-like fingers, and dashed up to the hand holding her. With a growl, it bit down on one of the scaly digits, and an ear-splitting shriek reverberated around the room. Riley felt the familiar sense of falling, stopped this time by two splats in quick succession. She sat up, and found herself covered in a thick yellow goop. She looked up, to meet the face of a tableful of angry faces by a very generous definition of face. Some literally had steam coming out of their ears, or other similar orifices. Nina hissed at them, which didn't make things better. "Must go now. Bye!" Riley shouted, grabbing Nina and leaping out of the bowl. She ran to the edge of the table, but stopped there. It was a long and hazardous way down, but the alternative was quickly creeping up on them. She looked back, back at the twisted faces, the grasping fingers, and worst of all, the endless layers of sharp teeth. She breathed in, closed her eyes tight, and jumped.
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