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AGE OF DAWN: Tyrants Fall, Heroes Rise, Legends Begin
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
I am still around, and hoping the RP picks up.
Things slowed down a bit on account of the holidays, and we lost a few people, but we're revving back up and looking for more interested players! A lot of the 'canon' family members have been taken, but we're still in need of just about any kind of profession you can think of. Maesters, men-at-arms, bartenders, you name it.
Yeah, alright, let's see if we can grab any more people.
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
Interested.
Things seem a bit stagnant as far as IC goes. Holidays are always busy, I guess.
I'll consider trying to start again in the near future, maybe shortly after New Year's. If it doesn't work out and one of you wants to try to same concept, feel free to take what you want from this one and copy-paste or rework it as necessary.
I'd love to be able to keep this alive, but it seems a lot of the people who initially expressed interest have since lost it. I blame myself for the lengthy period between the interest check and the OOC, and especially the OOC and the IC -- it was a bad time to start a roleplay, on the brink of finals and the holiday season.
I've gone ahead and posted, though not quite everyone has. It'll be easier to start off responding to this than making small talk at the table, I think.
It was about then that Lord Lucias Vypren entered the hall, frowning, and sat heavily at the head of the high table. He gestured at a nearby servant, who startled and then proceeded to pour a glass of wine. Lucias drank deeply before he began to speak.
"I hope you've not all denied yourselves on my account," he began, gesturing to the food that lay empty on most plates. "A bit of fortification might have done us all well, with the news that I am forced to bear.
"The courier this afternoon was a boy in the service of Lord Hoster Tully, commanding me to raise my banners and ride to the defense of Riverrun. It seems that the Lannisters have fallen upon the lords Vance and Piper at the Golden Tooth, where they were waiting to put a stop to any raids across the border. Lord Vance has been slain, along with the entirety of their host, and some fifteen thousand men now march on the riverlands." He paused, both to allow time for the information to digest and to allow a sudden coughing fit to subside.
"I mean to take most of our levies westward, as bid," he eventually continued, "but I will not leave Fairmarket undefended. Three hundred foot and half as many ahorse should do it, and the rest to join up with Ser Edmure Tully's amassing host. Damon, you know the city well -- you shall be castellan in my absence, and organize the city's defense. Ser Erwyn, Jon, you have my leave to join me or remain here, as you please.
"There is more news as well -- for you in particular, Jon. Ser Gladden Wylde has been slain at the Mummer's Ford, by that dog Gregor Clegane. You are the heir to the Rain House, it seems, but you must remain here all the same; to cross to the stormlands at such a time as this may well be suicide on its own, and you'll not be dragging my daughter and grandchild through a war."
With all the information on the table, so to speak, Lord Lucias sat back, coughed once more, and took another sip of wine. "Voice your objections now, or else I will be sending riders at dawn to gather the smallfolk and freeriders. Let them enjoy the last harvest many of them may well see."
"I hope you've not all denied yourselves on my account," he began, gesturing to the food that lay empty on most plates. "A bit of fortification might have done us all well, with the news that I am forced to bear.
"The courier this afternoon was a boy in the service of Lord Hoster Tully, commanding me to raise my banners and ride to the defense of Riverrun. It seems that the Lannisters have fallen upon the lords Vance and Piper at the Golden Tooth, where they were waiting to put a stop to any raids across the border. Lord Vance has been slain, along with the entirety of their host, and some fifteen thousand men now march on the riverlands." He paused, both to allow time for the information to digest and to allow a sudden coughing fit to subside.
"I mean to take most of our levies westward, as bid," he eventually continued, "but I will not leave Fairmarket undefended. Three hundred foot and half as many ahorse should do it, and the rest to join up with Ser Edmure Tully's amassing host. Damon, you know the city well -- you shall be castellan in my absence, and organize the city's defense. Ser Erwyn, Jon, you have my leave to join me or remain here, as you please.
"There is more news as well -- for you in particular, Jon. Ser Gladden Wylde has been slain at the Mummer's Ford, by that dog Gregor Clegane. You are the heir to the Rain House, it seems, but you must remain here all the same; to cross to the stormlands at such a time as this may well be suicide on its own, and you'll not be dragging my daughter and grandchild through a war."
With all the information on the table, so to speak, Lord Lucias sat back, coughed once more, and took another sip of wine. "Voice your objections now, or else I will be sending riders at dawn to gather the smallfolk and freeriders. Let them enjoy the last harvest many of them may well see."
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