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That's awesome. Save a spot for me and I'll have a CS written up and posted soon.
Is this still open for new players to join in?
Glad to hear that @ViolentViolet. What did you do in school?

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After making sure that Myriah was safe with the rest of the Wards, Leofric made haste to return to the Throne Room before the beginning of the audience. The rest of his Brothers and their Leader arrived behind the rest of the Royal Positions, although few words were exchanged as they took their positions. As the Great Doors were opened, the wards would see an opposing line standing at the foot of the Iron Throne. Their white enameled armors and cloaks made them appear similar to ivory statues, silent and unspoken unless spoken too by their King, their faces covered by their helmets, yet the weight of multiple eyes could be felt as they weighted upon each one of the young heirs. Six Whitecloaks stood before them, with only the She-Dragon herself, Rhaenys Targaryen standing firmly besides her brother. While unmoving for the most part, their reaction was vigilant when Tiras Rivers and his animals moved forward, although the potential danger ended up only being a surprisingly regal bow before their King.

Leofric listened through the entire speech, but with his attention turned alongside that of his brothers towards the rest of the Court rather than the man behind them. Sharp blues eyes went through any motion that seemed to be at the least suspicious, any expression that could prove to be the first step of a planned attack. Thankfully, the whole speech was concluded in calm fashion, with the wards being directed to their chambers. And if Myriah was going to be their Guide during these first days, then he would eventually come to meet all of them. They were the first step to a Dream of Peace that only rivaled the harmonious reign of Jaehaerys the Conciliator, and if Leofric the Loyal could assist his King any further, then ensuring the safety of every Ward alongside the royal family would be the way.
Ok then, good to know. Guess we all wait for our GM now.
@ViolentViolet

Should I expect a reply to my previous post, or will we all move on with smarty?
Perhaps George was right when he said that the Producers of the show were even more bloodthirsty than him.
So, anybody here?
Ser Arton Velaryon(NPC)


Interacting with: Illysia Blackfyre @ViolentViolet




They say that all boys that are talented with the sword dream to one day become Knights of the Kingsguard. And Artons talent truly surfaced when he was only a child on his 9th nameday, defending his mother from one of the many drunken feats of his father. His uncle, the Lord of Driftmark, knowledgeable of the details concerning the abusive behavior of his brother had both his nephew and sister-in-law live with the main family in the Castle of High Tide, and made sure to give Arton proper education, fitting to every boy of noble birth. As a squire, he always seemed to be faster and stronger than his peers and an early knighthood was soon to follow. Only a few years later he would be called to the Capital of Kings Landing to see his uncle standing besides the King seated upon the Iron Throne, Daerys Targaryen. His uncle always dreamed of another member of his family joining the Kingsguard to relive the glories of old, like Ser Corlys Velaryon the first Lord-Commander of Aegon the Conqueror. And Antor accepted, for it was the least he could do to repay the debt he owned him.

He was never sure if he didn't want to have a wife, father children or rule over lands. But what he was sure of at the present moment was the lustful abandon he felt everytime he touched Illysias skin.

The now fully armed Whitecloak studied the dragon skull upon the fireplace mantle, reminiscing the stories his mother used to tell him, of the Dragons that the Velaryons used to ride during the catastrophic civil war between Rhaenyra and her brother. His gaze then returned to the bastard princess and for a moment, he felt as if he overtightened the straps of his breastplate. Before him stood a vision of pure Valyrian Blood and the formation of words became a momentary trial.

"You truly are a beauty my Lady...even the Maiden herself would pale before you." he said to Illysia as he tried to stand uptight.
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Done.

So, you want me to reply with Arton right after you post?
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