Lionheart

The Wards of The King - A Song of Ice And Fire Roleplay (High Casual)(Reboot)

I'll get to work on a post when I get home from work this afternoon.

The Wards of The King - A Song of Ice And Fire Roleplay (High Casual)(Reboot)

I'll have a post for Willam late tomorrow night.

The Wards of The King - A Song of Ice And Fire Roleplay (High Casual)(Reboot)

”Baratheons. Ours is the Fury. I see no fury here. I see arrogance, it’s unbecoming. I’ll give you fair warning stag, I am not bound by any restraint or law. Cross us again, I will cut out your tongue and feed it to your pretty sister. Am I clear, sunshine?”

Oh ho, that set Brandon off, his jaw flexed and he could feel his fingers ache. That constant storm swirling in his blood, down to his very being. The edges of his vision already going red with this mongrel right at the center. His face of course betrayed none of this save a dangerous glint that only those who really knew him would perceive. No, Brandon wanted nothing more then to rip his head from his shoulders with his bare hands. Yet it wasn't appropriate for a Lord, not at all.

So he exercised restraint, for now. Especially when Robyn appeared at his side, she was very quick. Good. It made for a good show, especially the low threat. He was very pleased with her. When they met eyes he gave her a nod, indicating that he'd take it from there.

Brandon was just about to deliver a threat of his own when some self-important bastard waltzed in, announcing the impending arrival of the Princess Myriah Targaryan. Though Brandon could hardly care at this point, his blood was near boiling and not much would dissuade him from a fight.

"We have not come here for petty squabbles, as I hope neither have you. Our presence here should be enough to express our willingness for peace. And I find it hard to believe that it will be difficult for us to get along."

The dog's master, she made a good point. And seemed sincere enough. Iris Flowers he seemed to recall her name was. Very interesting. He could feel the storm surge but he held himself in check, if only because now wasn't the appropriate time or place.

"I suggest you muzzle your dog then, my Lady. Lest his piddly barking provoke a bite he can't withstand. The next time I'll take it as a formal challenge to a duel. You are, of course, right. We are here towards the same purpose, so let us work towards it."

At that point the princess entered, eliciting a stiff bow from Brandon. "My lady. I am Brandon of house Baratheon, and this," He gestured to Lyanna and Robyn. "Is my twin sister Lyanna and her bodyguard Robyn of house Greyjoy. I am looking forward to our stay in your home."

The Wards of The King - A Song of Ice And Fire Roleplay (High Casual)(Reboot)

Brandon gave a glare to the young man from the riverlands, still itching for a fight. He could feel the tempest swirling in his bones, an almost uncontrollable mix of fury of violence. As he feels this his family's words ring in his head.

Ours, is the fury

Growing up he never really understood those words. Not until a fateful day when he was fifteen. The day he took on twenty skilled men in a melee and came out on top. During that fight, in that time of chaos and violence, did he understand what those words meant.

A gentle hand on his arms brings him down from the precipice of rage and violence. Brandon turns to see his sister, giving him a look with those eyes of hers, a look he knows he can't resist. Staring into those eyes he feels the fury drain out of him until there's nothing left but cold, hard rationality.

He gives his sister a nod, assuring her that he's not going to tear Tiras to shreds right now. He watches her go to talk with Manasa. After that a girl that could only be Alyssa Arryn makes her appearance. Trying to be either humorous or scathing, though Brandon couldn't tell which.

"Lyanna!" Brandon's reprimand of his sister was swift, harsh. A bit more harsh then he intended which caused him to wince. Still, it had to be done. He approached the lithe girl from the Vale and was about to say something when heard a cold voice behind him.

"What a pleasure to finally meet a...Lady of the Arynn House. Although, I must say, your sense of humour really is disappointing. One would think that after such a long time of hiding away, you could have at least rehearsed your irony. Is it really that difficult to actually think before making oneself heard?"

Brandon turned, eyeing the girl from the Reach, then eying her large bodyguard. A very confident smirk graced Brandon's rugged countenance. "The Tyrell's haven't lost their thorns I see. No wonder they haven't done anything noteworthy in a century. It's really a shame, once such a great house reduced to verbal slander. You once had so much power, yet where are you now?"

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Willam's ears burned a slight bit at Talea using her nickname for him in this particular setting. Though he didn't think anyone heard her. The young lion wasn't really interested in the staredown between Rivers and Baratheon, though his money was on the one in full plate if it came down to it. No, he was far more interested in actually talking to someone. His initial target was the girl who silently made it past him, the Tyrell's bastard Iris Flowers. Willam thought she would've made for a very interesting conversation.

But alas it was for naught. Alyssa Arryn chose that moment to arrive and let of a supposedly witty remark, eliciting remarks from both his target and the Baratheon girl. Then of course the giant of a man had to make his own remark and now talking to Iris would be impossible. So Willam sidled up to Reed Stark, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"I understand the trip from Winterfell to here must have been long. Tell me, how was it? Did you encounter any trouble along the way?" Willam was being truthful when he told Reed he wanted them to be friends, so a brief conversation seemed like the best place to start, you know, while the rest of the room was imploding in on itself.

The Wards of The King - A Song of Ice And Fire Roleplay (High Casual)(Reboot)

Willam Lannister and Brandon Baratheon

Talea's reproach stung a bit but Willam always had an explanation. "Well, if I'm behind you and bear is out to kill me then it has to go through you meaning you'll kill it. Simple enough really. besides you know how much I hate bears, if it was a shadow cat, or a direwolf then I'd be perfectly happy to take it on myself. But it's a bear."

"Willam Lannister I presume. I'm Reed Stark."

Willam bowed to the boy. "A pleasure Reed Stark, I do hope we can become fast friends." After that two people who Reed identified as the Baratheon twins entered, as expected they immediately focused on the bear. The young lord Baratheon received Reed's hug as anyone who knew him expected him too, stoically and without much emotion. Still it was a nice gesture to watch. After that a dark haired girl entered the room and as expected also fell prey to the shock of the bear, poor girl.

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Brandon wasted no time at all rushing to help Manasa stand, surprised her brother hadn't done it himself. "Are you all right Manasa?" His voice an uncharacteristically soft murmur. Afterwards he stalked to where the boy from the riverlands was sitting, ignoring the menagerie of animals and bearing down on the boy with his full height.

"Look here, boy. You can't expect to waltz in with a ferocious animal that any person wouldn't come near and act like it's normal then get upset when it isn't. You may come from a place where your pets are perfectly accepted, but we're not there. Now, you will apologize to Manasa, and everyone else here whom you've let be accosted by this beast."

Brandon's steel-blue eyes were cold and deadly, his words dripping with as much venom as the boy gave him moments ago. His fingers flexed in their steel gauntlets as he fingered the hilt of his sword, begging for the boy to try something stupid.

The Wards of The King - A Song of Ice And Fire Roleplay (High Casual)(Reboot)

Willam Lannister

It was a decently long journey from Lannisport to King's Landing, but not so bad on the Gold Road. It was just over a fortnight all in all. They were given two months to arrive at King's Landing which was more then enough time for the young lion to make his journey. At last Willam Lannister and his caravan had arrived at the massive gates of the city. He'd been to King's Landing a few times before, for a few parties and various business occasions with his father. From his memory the city was a lot like Lannisport, big with all kinds of different people.

He had spent the whole journey on horseback, leading the column as was expected of him, with his personal guard and friend Talea Derlys, to his left. The trip itself was rather uneventful, Medea was having fun though performing maneuvers as they traveled. Willam was dressed in gold and crimson with a few decorative pieces of plate on his shoulders, shins, and forearms. Strapped to his waist was a rather thin sword with a basket hilt, called a a rapier. His crimson cloak was clasped by a gold brooch shaped in the sigil of the Lannisters. Similarly every man of the Lannister entourage was wearing a red cloak as well, like a sea of blood flushing through the streets. A grim thought but oddly appropriate given the Lannister's reputation, something Willam wanted to change.

He approached the Gates to the Red Keep, as expected there were quite a few guards. "Lord Willam Lannister, here in service to the King." He heard his herald announce beside him. Willam didn't particularly care for heralds, and the banners should be indicative of who he was, but still it was proper form. After his herald announced him, Willam and his men were led through the gates into the Keep proper. From there the young lord dismounted and turned towards his friend and trusted assistant, Tywin Kenning, son and heir of Kayce. The two met as boys and have been friends and brothers ever since.

"Tywin, see to our things, please. And ensure the men and horses are properly housed as well." His friend put his right fist over his heart in a salute before turning to start on his task. By then a servant from the castle had approached looking to lead him to his quarters. "Very well good man, lead the way."

He and Talea were led through the castle to the west side of the keep, to a private wing. It was a large common room with a very large table, a fireplace and doors to either side presumably leading to bedrooms. Upon entering Willam was shocked and then very much afraid as he stepped behind Talea. "By the Seven! What is a bear doing in here?"

The Wards of The King - A Song of Ice And Fire Roleplay (High Casual)(Reboot)

Anyone need a red priest in their entourage? :0

@murdoc

Myself and Kaalee are both playing followers of R'hollor, so a red priest coming along as an advisor would be well within reason.

The Wards of The King - A Song of Ice And Fire Roleplay (High Casual)(Reboot)

Let's keep this train going.

Brandon Baratheon the Stormbringer

Brandon Baratheon

"The night is dark and full of terrors....Let them come, if they dare."
"That boy treats his body as a weapon, honed to a perfect edge."

Basic Information

Name

Brandon Baratheon

Nickname

Stormbringer

G E N D E R

Male

A G E

18

S E X U A L I T Y

Heterosexual

Appearance

An absolute giant of a man standing at 6'7", that and very broad shoulders gives the man a silhouette to be feared. Brandon has a hard look to him, the coal black hair of the Baratheons is neatly trimmed and combed, as is his young, but still impressive beard. He has a hard, square chin with a rather resolute mouth. His dark blue eyes are cold as steel and shadowed by his ever prominent brow.

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Home

Father

Brandon's father, Lord Paramount Rodrick Baratheon of the Stormlands, is a sad, drunk alcoholic of a man and has been for years. Causing his relationship with his son to become very strained. While under the effects of drink Rodrick is an angry, cruel, and cynical man who berates his servants and mocks his advisors. Though he wouldn't dare raise a hand to his son as he knows the boy could easily snap him in twain.

Mother

Lady Priscilla of the Stormlands died when Brandon was three. The boy doesn't remember much about her but the stories he's heard from those who knew her indicate she was a kind and noble woman. And when she was alive his father was much happier.

Siblings

His twin sister Lyanna, whom he views as his most cherished friend and counselor.

Religion

R'hollor.

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Skills

Strengths

Brandon, being a large, muscular man is of course incredibly strong. Brandon is also incredibly gifted in all forms of combat, from pure martial prowess to tactics and warfare. He's also very resilient, known to be able to take very bad injuries and come back stronger for it. Brandon has a great poker face, able to mask his emotions no matter the situation with something he calls his "Lord Face."

Weaknesses

Brandon isn't as agile as some, his bulk makes speed a hard thing. Brandon also has a tendency to say exactly what's on his mind, not caring for manners or polite conversation. He also has no use at all for intrigue and in fact regards the thing as a cowards game, though he can't deny it's results at times.

Weapon

Brandon's primary weapon is a great-sword by most men's standard. But to Brandon it's used as a bastard sword, with a one or two-handed grip.

Mannerisms

Likes

• Training.
  Tactical games.
  Hunting.
  Peace.
  Roasted Boar.
  His sister, Lyanna.

Dislikes

• Cruelty.
  Excessive Violence.
  Irresponsibility.
  Power Abuse.
  Liars.

Habits

• Runs his hand through his short beard.
  Cracks his knuckles.
  Clenches his jaw when nervous.

Hobbies

• Training.
  Reading.
  Hunting.

Fears

• Dying old and toothless in bed.
  Failing his people.
  Becoming his father.
  Lyanna's death.

Digging Deeper

Personality

A gruff, but respectful individual. He talks and thinks with the hard, confident tones expected of a knight of his caliber. While prideful of his prowess in combat, Brandon is not quick to anger nor easy to turn to violence, and would much sooner berate someone else for seeing excessive gore or death as a solution. He's also something of a stoic when it comes to emotion, and doesn't find himself pursuing things like romance, vengeance or adventure.

Brandon has been rendered somewhat cynical and sullen by his home situation. The very mention of these occurrences can lapse him into this foul attitude, and bring with it a lot of pain. However, Brandon remains ferociously serious of his role as heir to the Stormlands, and would do his very best to protect his trusted allies and innocents. Above all, Brandon is a sworn guardian of his people, bearing his armor and crest with dignity in spite of the hateful men and ruthless creatures who would bear down on him for it.

History

Brandon grew up with a lot of pressure, from his father, his father's advisors, and every noble in the Stormlands. Everyone was either praying he'd meet his death as he was the sole, male, heir, or become a mindless pawn they could use. Growing up in such an environment caused Brandon to read fantastical stories of heroes rescuing maidens and fighting dragons. As such Brandon took to those tales and strove to be that kind of person.

When he was fifteen Brandon took place in his first tournament and in his first melee. He excelled. The loud clanging and clattering of steel with the boy at the center earned him the name Stormbringer. As he grew Brandon idolized the White Knights of the Kingsguard who, to him, were all dashing heroes giving their lives for King and Country. As such he wanted to join them, but as he grew older he learned how that would never happen. Yet he's contented himself with the fact that he can serve his subjects as a fair and just lord.

Theme Song

John Dreamer-True Strength

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Extra Stuff

The Wards of The King - A Song of Ice And Fire Roleplay (High Casual)(Reboot)

Your Latin vocabulary. Which is far more admirable.

The Wards of The King - A Song of Ice And Fire Roleplay (High Casual)(Reboot)

<Snipped quote by Emma>

Cacus Belli

@Pirouette

I like you.