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I've RP'd for the best part of over 14 years now here on the Guild, and particularly like military settings, both contemporary, past and near future. I have even dabbled in a little more experimental RPs, as well as created a plethora of 1x1s over my time in the guild. I like creating RPs with a distinct flavour- and often shift between narrative-led RPs to semi-randomised plots.
I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy- though I always come back!
I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy- though I always come back!
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"Understood." Ellion replied, as he nodded, knowing he would have to assemble a host of Reachmen, and it would be a difficult landing. Anything could go wrong, but they could fight their way through it. He looked across to Taria Snow, the brave Greyjoy another pretty girl, and one that he knew had gone against the wind in that fight too. She seemed underarmed, and armoured, and he knew a person like that, if she was better equipped, could be a mean fighter, from the reports he'd personally received. Listening to what was left to be said, eventually, Ellion knew they would leave their room, and have time to prepare for dawn.
He seemed confident, brushing his hair a little, looking to Merebelle, as they left the room, taking her hand, wearing his plate and still a little uncomfortable under it, though he felt a little better now than he had before.
"I suppose we need armaments. Your plate is lovely, though I would suggest that if you wish to visit the armouries that the Reach have brought on display, they can offer you the finest plate. It's the best in the Seven Kingdoms. I wonder...if they'd be able to make you something as pretty as mine. I mean, for you, I might just have to bribe them!" Ellion giggled, kissing her on the forehead, knowing she was in a bit of a sweetspot for him right now, though even inside, he did feel this was strange.
This didn't normally happen. By now, he'd have probably gone back to matters more important, not this. It was strange. Perhaps not lust, but a little love. No, that couldn't be right. Even so, he knew he'd chase other women, somehow even Merebelle didn't entirely beat that to him. There were some women he'd laid with that were amazing. There were men he'd laid with that were amazing. And he hadn't even seen Lys or Myr yet....Seven Hells, that would be something.
Heading out of the hall, Ellion led Merebelle back to the Reachman camp, and knew he wouldn't be getting much sleep. He wasn't going back to the festivities. He had a war to prepare for, and already, had headed in to round up a few men. The best of the Knights of the Green Hand, not the old men of it's order, but the fighters, from high and lowborn alike, and he'd gathered about fifteen or so, men he could trust, each wearing a suit of armour a little different to one another. From here, Ellion had let Merebelle head to the armoury, and make any alterations she needed, or obtain any weapons she required, while he was already good to go. His travelling pack was readied, he needed little, he was used to a lack of comfort when it demanded it, and he'd already gotten a wash before seeing the King. A sword, rather than a polearm, as well as a heater shield wrapped around his back, his sword at his hilt and his face shaved a little made Ellion readied and waiting. The men were arming, and slowly but surely, Ellion knew his contingent would be readied. They were nervous, but prepared to fight, and Ellion knew they looked up to their young commander to get the job done, milling around the Reachman tent and speaking with soldiers, Knights and Duncan. He wasn't going to need sleep now, not while he was getting shit done.
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Neither did Willas, and this was given the fact that the Tyrell banners were still there. He was still busy, and the Lame Lord was running on something beyond the wine he'd been drinking. Tyrells took a large quantity of wine to get drunk, Greenhands were a little strange, but it literally meant that they found the earth's sweetest nectar less impacting, and recently more strongly in Willas and his decendants, perhaps it had a different effect. Of all of the things you'd think the return of dragons would yield, stronger alcohol tolerance was not one that you would expect, but Willas was still a little groggy, albeit on the mend. He wasn't too sure how he was awake, but there was other matters to attend to. Tyrion would want him in the capital, and no doubt, he knew his friend had diplomacy to attend to in the Vale. That left him, and the few other Small Council members that weren't headed to war in King's Landing, and he knew the poltiics would intensify. He was a kind, and nice spirited man, but Willas Tyrell knew that even within his own family, making sure the Rose remained as standing as ever was priority.
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The cawing of ravens left the tower at Highgarden, spread north, south, east, west. The war to come demanded fighters, and the Reach did not skimp on numbers. The North's distance put it at a disadvantage to provide soldiers. The Reach was close to both theatres of conflict, and men such as Lord Willas Tyrell understood that was respected. The Reach's armies were diverse, like a good flowerbed, but were not to be underestimated. They were not hardy men, but they had plate, they had training, and they were well fed. An army marched on it's stomach when it had to, and a campaign in the Stepstones or Dorne would not be underfunded. It was not a mere adventure. It was a well-oiled, carefully operated machine that had lines of logistics that would begin from the moment the Ravens arrived, and that would not underestimate either campaign. There came strength in numbers, for every man that would be felled, there would be another ten to surround their slayer...and the noise of a Kingdom came from the beating of distant birds.
He seemed confident, brushing his hair a little, looking to Merebelle, as they left the room, taking her hand, wearing his plate and still a little uncomfortable under it, though he felt a little better now than he had before.
"I suppose we need armaments. Your plate is lovely, though I would suggest that if you wish to visit the armouries that the Reach have brought on display, they can offer you the finest plate. It's the best in the Seven Kingdoms. I wonder...if they'd be able to make you something as pretty as mine. I mean, for you, I might just have to bribe them!" Ellion giggled, kissing her on the forehead, knowing she was in a bit of a sweetspot for him right now, though even inside, he did feel this was strange.
This didn't normally happen. By now, he'd have probably gone back to matters more important, not this. It was strange. Perhaps not lust, but a little love. No, that couldn't be right. Even so, he knew he'd chase other women, somehow even Merebelle didn't entirely beat that to him. There were some women he'd laid with that were amazing. There were men he'd laid with that were amazing. And he hadn't even seen Lys or Myr yet....Seven Hells, that would be something.
Heading out of the hall, Ellion led Merebelle back to the Reachman camp, and knew he wouldn't be getting much sleep. He wasn't going back to the festivities. He had a war to prepare for, and already, had headed in to round up a few men. The best of the Knights of the Green Hand, not the old men of it's order, but the fighters, from high and lowborn alike, and he'd gathered about fifteen or so, men he could trust, each wearing a suit of armour a little different to one another. From here, Ellion had let Merebelle head to the armoury, and make any alterations she needed, or obtain any weapons she required, while he was already good to go. His travelling pack was readied, he needed little, he was used to a lack of comfort when it demanded it, and he'd already gotten a wash before seeing the King. A sword, rather than a polearm, as well as a heater shield wrapped around his back, his sword at his hilt and his face shaved a little made Ellion readied and waiting. The men were arming, and slowly but surely, Ellion knew his contingent would be readied. They were nervous, but prepared to fight, and Ellion knew they looked up to their young commander to get the job done, milling around the Reachman tent and speaking with soldiers, Knights and Duncan. He wasn't going to need sleep now, not while he was getting shit done.
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Neither did Willas, and this was given the fact that the Tyrell banners were still there. He was still busy, and the Lame Lord was running on something beyond the wine he'd been drinking. Tyrells took a large quantity of wine to get drunk, Greenhands were a little strange, but it literally meant that they found the earth's sweetest nectar less impacting, and recently more strongly in Willas and his decendants, perhaps it had a different effect. Of all of the things you'd think the return of dragons would yield, stronger alcohol tolerance was not one that you would expect, but Willas was still a little groggy, albeit on the mend. He wasn't too sure how he was awake, but there was other matters to attend to. Tyrion would want him in the capital, and no doubt, he knew his friend had diplomacy to attend to in the Vale. That left him, and the few other Small Council members that weren't headed to war in King's Landing, and he knew the poltiics would intensify. He was a kind, and nice spirited man, but Willas Tyrell knew that even within his own family, making sure the Rose remained as standing as ever was priority.
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The cawing of ravens left the tower at Highgarden, spread north, south, east, west. The war to come demanded fighters, and the Reach did not skimp on numbers. The North's distance put it at a disadvantage to provide soldiers. The Reach was close to both theatres of conflict, and men such as Lord Willas Tyrell understood that was respected. The Reach's armies were diverse, like a good flowerbed, but were not to be underestimated. They were not hardy men, but they had plate, they had training, and they were well fed. An army marched on it's stomach when it had to, and a campaign in the Stepstones or Dorne would not be underfunded. It was not a mere adventure. It was a well-oiled, carefully operated machine that had lines of logistics that would begin from the moment the Ravens arrived, and that would not underestimate either campaign. There came strength in numbers, for every man that would be felled, there would be another ten to surround their slayer...and the noise of a Kingdom came from the beating of distant birds.
@Greenie
I can see him lying through his teeth and going "I'm totally dashing and single, promise!" though proooobably gonna be the friendzone for him, Taria would probably figure it out.
I can see him lying through his teeth and going "I'm totally dashing and single, promise!" though proooobably gonna be the friendzone for him, Taria would probably figure it out.
@Greenie@AtomicNut@NecroKnight
This is what I intended (sorta). Swordy women fighting each other over Ellion.
N'aww.
This is what I intended (sorta). Swordy women fighting each other over Ellion.
N'aww.
@Greenie
This would potentially work with Ellion. Potentially. Not sure, but as sweet as it is between Ellion/Merebelle, I feel I'd be betraying a little of what I intended, or at least, it *could* happen at some point far further down the line.
If you're bored, have him come by the Tyrell grounds, potential collab? I'll be heading off btw later this week coming, then completely the week after to Switzerland.
@Monochromatic Rainbow
Oooh, another one. And again, Mirren does appear to look like the kind of girl that Ellion would definitely go "Oooh she's more exotic than Miri, I'll bang".
At this rate, Ellion's gonna have banged almost all the available PCs/NPCs he can.
Kinda like Commander Shepard in a way.
I've created a fucking beautiful scumbag.
This would potentially work with Ellion. Potentially. Not sure, but as sweet as it is between Ellion/Merebelle, I feel I'd be betraying a little of what I intended, or at least, it *could* happen at some point far further down the line.
If you're bored, have him come by the Tyrell grounds, potential collab? I'll be heading off btw later this week coming, then completely the week after to Switzerland.
@Monochromatic Rainbow
Oooh, another one. And again, Mirren does appear to look like the kind of girl that Ellion would definitely go "Oooh she's more exotic than Miri, I'll bang".
At this rate, Ellion's gonna have banged almost all the available PCs/NPCs he can.
Kinda like Commander Shepard in a way.
I've created a fucking beautiful scumbag.
@Greenie@MrDidact
Working now.
I'd want to do a little of Ellion and Taria meeting perhaps in the Stepstones Campaign, I can imagine they'd be really fwiendly. Ooooor, he'd just want to have sex with her at some point. I mean, that comes after a while, but I mean, would she fall head over heels for a pretty boy?
Working now.
I'd want to do a little of Ellion and Taria meeting perhaps in the Stepstones Campaign, I can imagine they'd be really fwiendly. Ooooor, he'd just want to have sex with her at some point. I mean, that comes after a while, but I mean, would she fall head over heels for a pretty boy?
@Greenie
Aww, thanks. I'm off to the sunny Algarve, in Portugal. Lots of skydiving and making myself poor. Yay.
Aww, thanks. I'm off to the sunny Algarve, in Portugal. Lots of skydiving and making myself poor. Yay.
Ellion only nodded, looking across at Merebelle, nodding. She was right in saying what she said, and well, he didn't really know what to expect of it all. She was willing to follow him. Most women would have given in or probably not even bothered, because Ellion had left them. He was famous in the Reach after all, the culture worked differently compared to other Kingdoms, perhaps. Not like Dorne, but bastards weren't as marred as elsewhere, or at least, to a lesser extent. Ellion probably had a couple unacknowledged already, but it wasn't like the mothers would hunt him...not after the fact that they could acknowledge a night with someone like Ellion. He was a Tyrell, after all, and the rulers of the land were fair and pretty, Ellion being already a little of a legend in his own right. The looks of a young Leo Longthorn, they said.
And yet she was a warrior, not just some maiden. Ellion didn't entirely understand how it would work, but she was following him. He knew he did stupid things, brave, bold, and daring things, and held a bastion of chivalry while he did it, all in the while having a little fun and pleasure. And she wanted to follow into that. And he was ensnared. He didn't get it. He almost didn't want to, as he nodded to her, taking a stance, waiting on the others, and waiting for what King Jon would say next.
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Alerie had left for her chamber, next-door to Willas's room in the tower the Master of Coin inhabited, and whilst it smelled of roses, it was nothing like home. Alerie knew that well enough. She sat in the room, with her handmaiden close, her other one, that was. A girl of 12 years, Megga, a lowborn of some House that had a minor plot of land somewhere in the Highgarden. She was pretty, and more of a lady-in-waiting, though Alerie knew she wouldn't have much, she was kind and sweet. And yet Amber was missing, and it worried Alerie sick. Though something hadn't seemed right in the last few days. The way she spoke about King's Landing. She didn't really want to understand it, and felt it was a little wrong. The Tyrell lady sat with Megga, as the handmaiden adjusted her hair, ruffled from waking up. She would choose to stay the night up, she had decided, sunrise was coming soon.
"Good heavens. I told Amber to stay in the Keep. She's gone and gallivanted off somewhere. Don't suppose you know?" Alerie added, sighing, as Megga, the girl having brown hair and a very short stature, gently went through her master's hair.
"I don't know where she went, m'lady. Perhaps House Redwyne needed her?" Megga innocently suggested, as Alerie tutted.
"She doesn't serve them now. She serves me. That's the way it works, isn't it? And in return, I happily give you a life that allows you to meet, maybe even speak with suitors and Knights of the realm, who wouldn't ordinarily be of their status. Very powerful men indeed." Alerie replied, cold in her response, as she looked back at Megga.
"You know...something. What you just said gives it away. You're a lovely girl. But you just can't hold secrets even to help your friends, can you...." Alerie said, the ice cracking, and it had been a long time coming. For the last few hours, the tension felt elastic, and Alerie had been ticking, ticking, ticking. Till now. Alerie was good at this. Even on her own handmaidens, it kept her sharp. She noted for Megga to sit, as she stood, walking across the room, in her dress.
"But.....I suppose handmaidens will be handmaidens, won't they? The ones that serve the daughter of a Lord Paramount. A potential suitor to an heir of one of the Seven Kingdoms. I'd think a marvellous opportunity. Not to be wasted." Alerie took a seat on a stood away from the bed, as she gently threaded her hand into a jar, with numerous flowers sticking out. She pulled one out, the thorny rose against her hands, the stem barely affecting her hold. She was a Greenhand, as was Ellion. A particular trait, it was like the flora and fauna decided to sit well with them, and the red rose that Alerie held seemed to have little effect on the way she clutched it tight, as she gently dipped her other hand against the petals, before looking back at Megga.
"So, I suppose, my little petal...I'd like to hear why that isn't the case with Amber. Tell me, where could I find your best friend, beyond all those terrible sea monsters that tried to kill us? I imagine you know more than you would like to admit." Alerie was cunning. There was no doubting it. This wasn't just her proving a point. This was finding out what little Megga could do. It was testing her. Alerie, like the rose she held, was able to wrap her vines and thoughts into poor Megga's head, and well, this was a lovely chance for her indeed to see what a little girl would do.
"I don't know.....she wanted to go out of the Keep, that's all I know, she wanted to chase someone!" Megga looked like she was about to sob, she was saddened, as Alerie didn't let up, leaning in.
"And who did she want to go see?" Alerie stared straight into her eyes, Alerie went from a kind, gentle Lady to a vine that felt like it put spikes into anyone's throat and head, a thick and thorny presence that only demanded an answer.
"I don't know, Lady Alerie, I'm begging you!" With it, Megga cried, as Alerie shook her head. Well, she had already inferred the whole story. She didn't care for her handmaidens hugely, but she knew their politics already.
"Alright. Go back to your room, and get some sleep. I imagine I have a few little things to do on my own. Your best friend seems like they got themselves in very deep trouble." Alerie replied. Megga was not remarkable, but she was good enough a liar, good enough to show the truth when she had to, and good enough to know when to leave details. Of course, Alerie could have guessed it was Aerion, the Valyrian was without much attention, and Amber hadn't been herself, with an occasional stare, and Alerie was feminine enough to know exactly what was happening, when any other person would have brushed it off. Well, not until what she disclosed.
She knew Aerion was a hedge knight of some sort, and Amber wasn't always reliable...a little distant. A good handmaiden, but even with so little information, she already threaded it together. Of course, she had her own motives for Aerion, and by good chance, this completely and utterly remarkable turn of events felt to Alerie like she could see into a benefit for her own ends. From what her father offered, very kindly indeed, and from what Alerie would need, it worked well. A little intrigue, and it would give her reason to join dots. For Aerion, she didn't actually know, nor for Amber or Megga how it would end. But Alerie knew that as the Freys had their own conniving ways, she had hers. You didn't use people. You made them act like they felt like it was for their own benefit. And you didn't work in shadows.
Alerie Tyrell was a kind, lovely daughter of a Lord Paramount. But a good listener, observer, and most of all, she didn't need to overexpose herself to work towards what she wanted, be some Lysene plotter, she just had to pressure a couple of the right people in the right time, and that was to get what she was working towards, whilst keeping her family in high, if not higher regard. Everything was in the open, there were no whispers to be had. Only a few little pulls of vine here and there.
And yet she was a warrior, not just some maiden. Ellion didn't entirely understand how it would work, but she was following him. He knew he did stupid things, brave, bold, and daring things, and held a bastion of chivalry while he did it, all in the while having a little fun and pleasure. And she wanted to follow into that. And he was ensnared. He didn't get it. He almost didn't want to, as he nodded to her, taking a stance, waiting on the others, and waiting for what King Jon would say next.
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Alerie had left for her chamber, next-door to Willas's room in the tower the Master of Coin inhabited, and whilst it smelled of roses, it was nothing like home. Alerie knew that well enough. She sat in the room, with her handmaiden close, her other one, that was. A girl of 12 years, Megga, a lowborn of some House that had a minor plot of land somewhere in the Highgarden. She was pretty, and more of a lady-in-waiting, though Alerie knew she wouldn't have much, she was kind and sweet. And yet Amber was missing, and it worried Alerie sick. Though something hadn't seemed right in the last few days. The way she spoke about King's Landing. She didn't really want to understand it, and felt it was a little wrong. The Tyrell lady sat with Megga, as the handmaiden adjusted her hair, ruffled from waking up. She would choose to stay the night up, she had decided, sunrise was coming soon.
"Good heavens. I told Amber to stay in the Keep. She's gone and gallivanted off somewhere. Don't suppose you know?" Alerie added, sighing, as Megga, the girl having brown hair and a very short stature, gently went through her master's hair.
"I don't know where she went, m'lady. Perhaps House Redwyne needed her?" Megga innocently suggested, as Alerie tutted.
"She doesn't serve them now. She serves me. That's the way it works, isn't it? And in return, I happily give you a life that allows you to meet, maybe even speak with suitors and Knights of the realm, who wouldn't ordinarily be of their status. Very powerful men indeed." Alerie replied, cold in her response, as she looked back at Megga.
"You know...something. What you just said gives it away. You're a lovely girl. But you just can't hold secrets even to help your friends, can you...." Alerie said, the ice cracking, and it had been a long time coming. For the last few hours, the tension felt elastic, and Alerie had been ticking, ticking, ticking. Till now. Alerie was good at this. Even on her own handmaidens, it kept her sharp. She noted for Megga to sit, as she stood, walking across the room, in her dress.
"But.....I suppose handmaidens will be handmaidens, won't they? The ones that serve the daughter of a Lord Paramount. A potential suitor to an heir of one of the Seven Kingdoms. I'd think a marvellous opportunity. Not to be wasted." Alerie took a seat on a stood away from the bed, as she gently threaded her hand into a jar, with numerous flowers sticking out. She pulled one out, the thorny rose against her hands, the stem barely affecting her hold. She was a Greenhand, as was Ellion. A particular trait, it was like the flora and fauna decided to sit well with them, and the red rose that Alerie held seemed to have little effect on the way she clutched it tight, as she gently dipped her other hand against the petals, before looking back at Megga.
"So, I suppose, my little petal...I'd like to hear why that isn't the case with Amber. Tell me, where could I find your best friend, beyond all those terrible sea monsters that tried to kill us? I imagine you know more than you would like to admit." Alerie was cunning. There was no doubting it. This wasn't just her proving a point. This was finding out what little Megga could do. It was testing her. Alerie, like the rose she held, was able to wrap her vines and thoughts into poor Megga's head, and well, this was a lovely chance for her indeed to see what a little girl would do.
"I don't know.....she wanted to go out of the Keep, that's all I know, she wanted to chase someone!" Megga looked like she was about to sob, she was saddened, as Alerie didn't let up, leaning in.
"And who did she want to go see?" Alerie stared straight into her eyes, Alerie went from a kind, gentle Lady to a vine that felt like it put spikes into anyone's throat and head, a thick and thorny presence that only demanded an answer.
"I don't know, Lady Alerie, I'm begging you!" With it, Megga cried, as Alerie shook her head. Well, she had already inferred the whole story. She didn't care for her handmaidens hugely, but she knew their politics already.
"Alright. Go back to your room, and get some sleep. I imagine I have a few little things to do on my own. Your best friend seems like they got themselves in very deep trouble." Alerie replied. Megga was not remarkable, but she was good enough a liar, good enough to show the truth when she had to, and good enough to know when to leave details. Of course, Alerie could have guessed it was Aerion, the Valyrian was without much attention, and Amber hadn't been herself, with an occasional stare, and Alerie was feminine enough to know exactly what was happening, when any other person would have brushed it off. Well, not until what she disclosed.
She knew Aerion was a hedge knight of some sort, and Amber wasn't always reliable...a little distant. A good handmaiden, but even with so little information, she already threaded it together. Of course, she had her own motives for Aerion, and by good chance, this completely and utterly remarkable turn of events felt to Alerie like she could see into a benefit for her own ends. From what her father offered, very kindly indeed, and from what Alerie would need, it worked well. A little intrigue, and it would give her reason to join dots. For Aerion, she didn't actually know, nor for Amber or Megga how it would end. But Alerie knew that as the Freys had their own conniving ways, she had hers. You didn't use people. You made them act like they felt like it was for their own benefit. And you didn't work in shadows.
Alerie Tyrell was a kind, lovely daughter of a Lord Paramount. But a good listener, observer, and most of all, she didn't need to overexpose herself to work towards what she wanted, be some Lysene plotter, she just had to pressure a couple of the right people in the right time, and that was to get what she was working towards, whilst keeping her family in high, if not higher regard. Everything was in the open, there were no whispers to be had. Only a few little pulls of vine here and there.
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