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Elena:

'And should you find a suitable match for your sister...write to me at once!'

Those were the last words Gyles Grafton had shouted to his sons as The Silver Falcon distanced itself from the shore. The brothers smirked, the issue of finding a suitably worthy match for his daughter had never been far from Gyles Grafton's mind since the news that his daughter had dishonoured herself had become known and their lord father had talked of it no end. He had reached out to the lords of the Vale, offering a generous dowry for whomever would wed to Elena but the Lords of the Vale would only offer their excuses or their bastard sons. Rickard and Erik were already looking forward to the pleasures.

Elena, leaning over the other side of the ship looking outwards to sea found this habit of her father far less amusing. She father multiple times explaining to him that she had no desire to be married off yet but her father was resolute.

'Elena I promised your mother I would see you well cared for and I don't know how many more years I've got in me'

Her fathers' reasoning hadn't changed since she had turned 15, he had made a promise and The Father judged all men by the promises they kept. Her father was not an unkind man but he was a dutiful one and loyal to his family and the Seven above and having made his promise to his late wife as she burned with fever she knew he would keep his word. It was true that her fathers' back pains had been getting worse and that maesters Willum's treatments were providing less and less relief but she had felt her fathers' disapproval of her affect her more and more as each day passed. The hardest had been looking her father in the eyes after the servants had told him of her adventures with Yohn. It had been a spur of the moment decision, the blacksmith's apprentice had seemed so mysterious with the shadows of the harvest bonfire dancing around him. His fair hair and his large frame had instantly caught her attention as she arrived from the castle with some of her fathers' musicians to liven up the village festival. Such fairs were the opportunity for young peasant girls to meet young peasant boys from the villages in her father’s lands and she had wanted to be sure to get to him first. And she had, it was clear from the way he had behaved with her that night in his fathers workshop that she had been his first encounter, which surprised her given the attention the other girls had clearly given him at the fireside. Unfortunately she would also probably be his last as the next morning her father's men had found her sleeping contentedly in the hay by Yohn' side. She was brough back to her dissapointed father and Yohn was promptly sent to the Night's Watch to serve the rest of his life away in celibacy. That night through her actions; Yohn lost his future, the village of Stonehill lost a blacksmith, The girls of the neighbouring villages lost a future husband, The blacksmith lost his son and Elena lost the sparkle of pride she had seen in her fathers' eyes. Only the Night's Watch gained from this. Yohn would undoubtedly make a fine addition to the order of builders with his strong arms and innocent curiosity.

She knew that one of the reasons her father had sent her the Capital with her brothers was so she could be paraded before all the nobility of Westeros like a prize and that surely some of those men would be kind and understanding of her own needs but she was afraid nonetheless. She knew that her father would never force her into a sept to marry a stranger against her will and that he would never force her to accept some elderly lord as a husband just for his wealth being one of the richest men in Westeros himself, but she knew that should she return from King's Landing without at least any hope for him that she could break his heart. Still Elena found it difficult to accept that she should be restrained when Ser Artys who was older than her remained unmarried and Rickard too remained free to indulge in his own pleasures. Since he had returned from his journey across the Jade Sea it was clear he was no longer the boy he had been when he set sail. He had grown freer, stronger and wiser and had come back with colourful friends from across the world some she suspected to be his lovers, he brought back beautiful and exotic gifts for everyone yet their father imposed no demands of marriage on him and he was the heir! Perhaps she was wrong to resent her fathers' insistence for her to do her duty to her family, perhaps her mother would have told her the same, could it be that she had simply grown accustomed to living in a male dominated household and had refused to see the differences between herself and her brothers? Perhaps. Yet even so, even as she would follow her father's wishes and look for her future in the Capital, she yearned to travel like Rickard did and see as much as a quarter as he did before having to settle down to the life of a lady-wife. Why must her Goldenheart bow, that she so admired and was grateful for, have to be a gift from her brother, rather than something she had earned for herself upon her own voyage across the seas?

Rickard:

It felt good to be on the seas again. After spending the better part of three years on a boat learning to haggle with the Qartheen, having to fight off Basilisk Islander Corsairs and having to endure the storms of the narrow Sea, life in Gulltown had felt terribly boring to Rickard. He had been in Gulltown less than three weeks before his father informed him that he would be taking his younger siblings to the Capital for the royal wedding. Gyles would stay behind and look after the city, he did not like leaving is beloved Gulltown that he had watched burn as a child. His father would stay behind and carry out his duties to his people and build up a force to meet the ever encroaching Mountain clansmen who were becoming bolder and bolder. As eldest son, Rickard would have the duty of representing House Grafton in King's Landing. Whilst this duty seemed daunting for him, who had only so recently become reacquainted with his houses' needs and interests he looked forward to seeing Artys again, a brother he had not seen in three years. It was hard to imagine his little brother Artys now a twenty year old knight of the order of Winged Knights. Rickard knew better than most that letters could not carry the same emotion than meeting someone in person and was eagerly awaiting to see his beloved brother again.

He had left most of his crew with the Dawnchaser in Gulltown and instead they sailed To King's Landing in one of his fathers' vessels' The Silver Falcon' The Falcon's crew were stout experienced seamen but lacked the humour and the history Rickard shared with his crew. The ship was one of Gulltowns most relaiable vessels, nothing less would be suitable to carry three of Gyles children as well as dozens of gifts and goods to be traded in the Capital. Not for nothing were the Graftons mocked as Merchant Lords, little better than Essosi Cheeselords and Spicekings in the eyes of most Westerosi. This had changed when Lord Petyr Baelish had come to Gulltown two lifetimes ago. Gulltowns revenues had soared, merchants began flocking to the harbour in greater numbers than ever before and the the wealth of the Graftons had increased accordingly. Following the Lord Protector’s example house Grafton had bought much of the debts of other Vale Houses but unlike the sums owed to Lord Baelish which were conveniently forgotten after his mysterious death, Lord Gyles had kept a close watch over his account ledgers and houses Corbray, Sunderland, Waynwood and Hunter were still heavily in debt to house Grafton.

As the sun disappeared behind the horizon on the second day of sailing, the Silver Falcon approached the port of the Capital, the sounds of music and laughter could be heard from the Red Keep. There was no time to be lost. Rickard, Elena and Erik would leave most of their belongings in the ship for now and head up to the Keep to partake in the festivities of the evening.

Celeste/Didact Do we have any information about the new Mountain clansmen High Chief- Do we know which clan he (or heck she) is originally from? do we have a name?
As a female... I will be judging. *Puts on Judgy Judgerson glasses*

Nah I just kid. :P I play guys all the time afterall.


hooray for international women's day.
@Winston Smith

I'm very mature about it. Though....

@AtomicNut

Daaamn, Lysara has titties.


I'm going to break with tradition and try to write part of my next post from a woman's perspective. Any female players will have to excuse me for the story cliches that will undoubtedly abound. I know you're not from a (completely) different species but sometimes I do think we approach situations in completely differently manners and this is coming from someone with two sisters. Constructive criticism is welcome.
If I might interject, and more so for my own sake of curiosity, what is the disposition of the two dragons, one wild, one tamed, that escaped during the Dance of Dragons? The Dragon Sheepstealer, flown by Nettles, and the wild dragon Cannibal, both dipped out during the Dance of Dragons, and in conjunction with these two Dragons, what is the disposition of all the other eggs? I think it was mentioned in the back story that the Ruins of Summerhall had some eggs, but the lore touches base about a number of other eggs that are either MIA/unaccounted for, excluding the egg of Prince Aerion Targeryen, which my character currently possess. ((By no means trying to stir the pot, but maybe this would be a more acceptable means of having an egg, rather than a fully hatched dragon. These eggs would be very valuable, but perhaps a reasonable and convincing backstory/history/biography could explain how you have gotten your hands onto an egg, and what your hopes are to do with that egg.))





unless I'm much mistaken Cannibal escaped over the whispers into the Vale where he was tamed by a wild witch who essentially formed the burned men creating their ritual out of dragonflame.
@Celeste@Winston Smith CK2 AGOT is epic. I enjoy playing as Rhaegar and marrying Cersei. Crisis averted, as the realm goes to a civil war, but me against Aerys II. They ended up winning, and my dad is now my subject, Cersei is queen... yey for her, and she doesn't sleep with her brother. A side note, I rebuilt Summerhall, and put Aerys II in charge of it. He is happy, living a simple life of the Knight of Summerhall. Still going, though the damned Stepstone folks aren't too keen for me, as I want to stop them from raiding my lands.


Hahaha I'm not sure who I pity more Cersei or Rheagar

It seems thhat those who live on stepstones live to make others people's lives uncomfortable.
Of course!
Also Celeste, I'm ending my post right alongside Mychel so feel free to order Ser Artys around!
Artys:

The Grand Melee

Ser Artys and his brothers in arms had not brought much honour to the Vale of Arryn during the melée. The first few challengers had been dispatched with ease as is often the case when hedge knights and freeriders met annointed knights. Ser Harrold Arryn had drilled the Winged Knights day in and day out with axe, lance and sword, instructing them to parry, to strike and to look high and cut low. What he had not done, however, was to teach them to stand together as a brotherhood-for was that not what the Winged Knights were? A brotherhood of young Knights drawn from the noblest houses of the Vale? By rights Valemen should have the finest Knights in the seven Kingdoms for this is where the Andal tradition of chivalry first took root generations before the other Kingdoms. Although this claim to fame was disputed by the Reachmen, who based their own on the legend of the ten foot tall John the Oak. Nonetheless what Artys has seen today made him question the valour of his order, rather than locking shields and forming a wall of steel to addressing foes as they came, he witnessed falconed helm after falconed helm disappear into the centre of the grounds where only the bravest, the most glory hungry and the most foolish ventured.

Artys had stayed back to stand by his commander, Ser Harrold Hardyng who, although proud, was experienced in tourneys unlike most of the Winged knights saw sense in surveying the grounds and letting others tire themselves out first before getting involved. As they held their ground Set Artys glanced around and noticed the retinue of House Lannister accross the field and the household swords of the Tullies to his left. These seemed instilled with more discipline and fought together. These men may have been the issue of lesser, often newer houses but had the greater experience, and dealt with their foes far more effectively. He witnessed a Tully sword face off with a taller, more imposing Knight and saw his helm come clean off, yet the man went on to defeat his foe, only this was no man at all but a woman clad in armour. Such things had been heard of before of course but never in the Vale and never before had he seen a knighted woman before. What wonders the world had to show once you set foot beyond the Bloody Gate!

Eventually, Ser Harrold spurred his steed forward and Ser Artys followed his commander into the fray, bringing down his blunted axe on a dismounted northener, a bearded old man clad in rusted mail and leather. Although the man went down instantly Ser Artys found little honour in this victory. Another challenger appeared; a younger man ahorse and visibly better armoured, a man probably like himself, the younger son of a Lord who hoped to find his future in tourneys, in battle or in service to his lord. As fate would have it, it would not be in this tourney as he did not have a weapon with the reach to challenge Artys and could not land any effective blows without closing the distance between them. This proved to be his undoing as he charged towards Artys, only to be dealt a savage blow to the shoulder by Ser Harrold hardyng but as he turned to face the new foe, Ser Artys brought his axe down accross the young knights other shoulder forcing him off his horse tumbling to the ground where he stayed.

As the day wore on, however, his brothers too were knocked unconscious or forced to yield so that only a handful of Winged Knights remained, among them Ser Artys and himself. Fatigue was beginning to set in and he was sweltering in his heavy armour. He scoured the field and noticed that what had started off as hundreds of knights had become dozens of duels where two men would face one another until one prevailed and was forced to find another victor. This had a sense of justice to it, as only those who could defeat successive opponents would reach the end but it also meant that the longer he stayed in the fight the greater the threat his opponent would be. Narrowly besting a man in a green tabard Ser Artys looked around to see Cedric Ruthermont worn down and defeated by a hulking stormlander armed with a two handed claymore. Honour dictated that he avenged his brother but Graftons has always been blessed with more sense than honour and instead looked elsewhere for a less imposing target. Eventually, tired and unhorsed, Ser Artys yielded to a Hightower knight armed with a giant warhammer who had disarmed him, broken his shield and allowed him time to reclaim his axe and fight on.

Later that afternoon he and the winged knights were summoned by Ser Harrold who congratulated them and too kthe opportunity to praise himself on their training. They were told that although many had been unhorsed and defeated early on, the honour of the Vale was safe as Ser Harrold Hardyng, Cedric Ruthermont and Artys Grafton and Matthos Corbray had stood until the final stages. Despite the words of the lord Commander it hardly felt like an achievement to be proud of. As his squire, Balon Coldwater took his armour to the armourer Lord Arryn had brought along as part of his entourage to get the dents knocked out of it, Ser Artys Grafton sought out a healer that could help him stich up the cuts his armour had not been enough to prevent as was to be expected he was not the only man to seek out the man’s services and was told to return later. As he returned to his tent he found Balon in the process of filling him a much needed bath with hot water. Outside of beautiful women, good food and a good fight there was little Artys appreciated more than a scalding hot bath to loosen the knots in his arms and shoulders. as he stepped into the tub he thought back to his defeat recalling the honourable actions of his final foe and he thought to himself that perhaps it was true and that there was greater chivalry and sense to be found in the Reach than in the Vale. He stayed in the water longer than he should, enjoying the water until it became lukewarm and Balon came rushing in and told him that he was expected shortly to make up Lord Arryn's retinue tonight at the feast.

The Feast:

The Feast was everything Ser Artys could have expected and more, great efforts had obviously made. The cooks, the drapers the musicians all had worked to perfection to prepare the perfect evening's entertainment. Unfortunately the conversation at the Arryn table was of little interest, talk of the conflict with the mountain tribes bored him as he had heard it all before fighting them on the front lines. There were whispers of other threats, often associated with mysterious powers that he overheard from other tables. This interested him far more as it seemed to echo the tales of that Erik had told him of during his letters from the Citadel. During his studies his younger brother had studied a great deal concerning magic now that such secrets were no longer a taboo subject. Erik had also overhead a great deal of private conversations he should not have been privy to between the archmaesters. Hiding in plain sight had been somewhat of a hobby to his younger brother, one that had now served the family well in Gulltown. Ser Artys Excused himself from Lord Arryn's company hoping to join in the conversation of those discussing the subject of magic, safe in the knowledge that his lordship remained well-guarded without him. He spent the rest of the night at this table discussing the subject with the members of House Bracken.

As conversation turned to dancing he felt rather embarrassed wondering whether he ought not to return to his Lordship's company rather than overstay his welcome with the Brackens. As he made way to leave, however, a beautiful daughter of house Bracken approached him on behalf of her sister who was looking for a partner. He prepared himself to excuse himself due to his engagement to the eldest daughter of house Belmore but as it turned out that the sister in question had barely turned 11 and was jealous of all her brothers and sisters having no partner of her own. Ser Artys smiled, he had not distinguished himself today but there were other aspects to Knighthood than merely fighting. What kind of Knight would refuse this dance to a young maid? For the next hour, he and little Serene danced alongside all the lords and ladies of the Seven kingdoms not caring what others thought of them. He returned her to her father and sister praising young Serene's elegance and manners before retiring back to his tent for the night where he found young Balon fast asleep. Ser Artys was surprised with his sobriety for what was undoubtedly one of the largest celebrations in recent memory yet when he went to sleep having drunk very little throughout the evening and sleep found him quickly.

The Attack:

A horn woke him in the night.

'That is no part of the entertainement' he thought to himself.

Quickly he became aware of men rushing past his tent in various states of undress with panic in their voices. Could the city be under attack? What fool would attack the capital with all these soldiers present? Remembering that not all those who attended the festivities were worries he started putting on his armour pouring a bucket of now cold bathwater on his squire to wake him up.

'Help me get this on quickly' he shouted to the startled boy 'once I'm gone arm yourself and stay in here, for no reason are you to leave this tent. Understand me boy?'

'To me Winged Knights!' a call rang out in the night. Grabbing his bastard sword he burst out from his tent Ser Artys followed the voice and found his brothers atop the wall. Nearby to them he was glad to see Mychel Arryn loosing arrow after arrow above the heads of his brothers. he quickly his shield alongside those of his brothers searching in the darkness for his foes. What he saw chilled him to the core. Creatures, that looked like fish-men rising out of the sea, making their way atop the walls many guardsmen lay dead already bitten by the creature's monstruous teeth or hacked apart by their brutish weapons. He suddenly regretted wishing to see more magic in his life. Could these be the merlings Erik has talked so much about or was King's Landing under attack from the mysterious fish people of the Thousand Islands? He supposed it didn't really matter, he had a task to do and he was going to do it. The knights stepped forward together and slashed their way along the walls but it seemed too many of the foes had already spilled over into the city. Young Mychel's arrows flew overhead often brining down one of the creatures before they made it to the line of Vale Knights and for this Ser Artys was grateful. The lockstep sound of his brothers marching with him and the slain bodies of the mysterious foes around them reassured him that whilst they were poor tourney Knights, the Winged Brotherhood showed their best qualities on the battlefield.
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