The year is 286 AC. King Jaehaerys II has just passed, leaving the throne without a rightful ruler. While his three children fight for the crown, Winter creeps closer, and unimaginable darkness looms.
Not all alliances will be so typical this time. In fact, many people have a crucial effect on the way this story is told. As for the ending, we only hope there are enough people left alive to tell it after its passed.
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Join us for our first event, the wake of recently deceased King Jaehaerys II.
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AUG. 19: So we are now officially open to the public. We have a mini-event flashback thread going on, and our main event just began. Feel free to make a second canon if you can keep both of them active enough.
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Post by Vivaenne Targaryen on Sept 4, 2017 18:04:54 GMT
“Watch your tongue.”
Her voice dropped low, gritted, and jagged as the Targaryen reprimanded the large Greyjoy. She glared up at him, from underneath the long fringe that crossed over her right eye. She wouldn’t be taking any insults from him about acting, not today or any other day. But especially not today, when her heart was aching and her family was on the brink of going for one another’s throats. It was a look that migrated from him, to Ashe, then the Baratheon.
“No one should be leaving. But, if that is what your mind is set on, then I doubt anything I have said would stop you. I just hope that you will take caution as you go forward, seeing as you seemed to have left it behind so readily when you started this.”
She could respect what her elder was doing, no matter how fruitless it may seem. He was right—she was taking action, going to save someone that depended on her so. Neither of them should go with her, this was true. But Vivaenne would, just as the brunette had so readily offered herself to go as well. She gave Sera a longer look than the other two, head tilted downwards as the scowl on her face slowly began to soften up. Honestly, the girl probably didn’t even know half of what she was getting into. The fact that she might see some safety in two houses being of consequence to the Greyjoy was unsettling. It hadn’t seemed like he was all too eager to be friendly with a room full of houses just hours earlier.
So, no. It wasn’t comforting to hear that. It just made the Targaryen sigh once more. As did the request she had been given.
That Ashe would have her do something like this. Simply tell her brother, Jeren, and no one else. It was something that could be done, easily. There were many problems, though. Vivaenne had been seen leaving the wake with Ashe already, there were surely other’s that had seen them hand in hand out the door near the end. They’d look to her to answer questions, and Vivaenne… would rather not have a husband that had a wife just leave him without so much as a word of parting.
It wouldn’t bode well for the already boiling tension that propelled the Highborn into movement.
Did she understand what was wanted of her? “I’ll see what I can do. Send word, if you are able. I would like to know that you hadn’t perished along the way to the sea, and that you are safe.” A load off of her conscience. That much Vivi could promise, and wanted in return. The two had already moved forward, and the Targaryen would have seen them on the ship. Just to see that she would be all right, at least that far. Perhaps to join them on the ship, because being left with the job of messenger would surely have her head rolling.
But it was the silver in her hair that held the young dragon back, sticking out like a sore thumb.
Her name, said in a voice that Vivaenne could determine as not another woman that would offer their hand in service to the quest, but a male. They placed their arms around her, halting the Targaryen’s steps to a stop. She turned her head to identify them, breath caught in her throat because someone had already found them.
“Prince Daemon." It seemed that she wouldn't be able to sneak along as she had been contemplating.
Post by Dalton Greyjoy on Sept 8, 2017 23:18:36 GMT
Oh. Wonderful. More people. That could not possibly go bad in any way, now could it? At least Ashe had found her spine by now, telling off the others where she could in a sensible fashion. Naturally, her words did seem to have more weight in this discussion than his. But that was not surprising. No one was worried about him – at least not in that sense. It almost felt as if the Targaryen was implying that he himself was dangerous. Insulting, yes, but neither surprising, nor too far-fetched. While the Tully had suggested that people only needed to know him better in order to understand, that was not an option here.
Besides, breaking through preconceived notions was not an easy thing to do. And thus, he had simply decided to do the easy thing, namely shutting up. Despite everything going on here, he really did not have a lot to say. Ashe had taken the lead for once, and he had followed. Presumably, the stag had joined in as well – but the Targaryen had been stopped by the newcomer, whoever he was. Dalton had noticed, of course. He fabled himself to be the Wolfenfish’s protector for the time being, as well as that of the others, simply because he was the biggest and manliest of the group.
But it did not seem as if the person who was holding the dragon back was an enemy or the like. He’d observed it coming up, but quickly turned away again. It was not his business and, ironically, he trusted the Targaryen. If she did not cry out in fear or something like that, then she was not in danger. This whole city would come to her rescue if she did, after all. There were multiple possible explanations, but he did not care. As long as everything was fine, everything was fine. And thus, he concentrated on those around him instead. Their task was daunting enough as was. “Impressive” was all he said to their current Tully leader. He meant it. She had impressed him slightly with her actions. He was not too proud to acknowledge that.
Post by SERA BARATHEON on Sept 11, 2017 13:38:38 GMT
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The girl expected her request to be denied, but she made it knowing that, -- Sera had little intention of just doing nothing. In her gut she sensed the amount of importance that this meeting carried, and with Vivaenne staying to ensure that Ashe had the protection of her family should anything happen, she yearned to make sure that nothing bad happened to begin with.
Not that she could actually stop that from happening.
"Don't underestimate the power that a simple presence could have," she said in response to Lady Tully who toiled to undermine her. She certainly didn't have the relationship that the two girls shared, but she was concerned enough to face any troubles that the pale girl did. Whether or not they were simply just running out of time, or they gave up fighting, Ashe stepped away, her destination being the docks where Lord Quellon would have been.
She furrowed her brows and picked up her skirt to trail after them. Her mind set on seeing the Lady's task complete. Though it was just as something as simple as requesting the freedom of a prisoner. What could go wrong?
Not impressive enough clearly. Neither lady was willing to be left behind and it was only by the grace of a second dragon's appearance did one of them get held back. The doe however...
"And you should not overestimate the power of your presence. We aren't meeting with a man who could so easily be swayed by the presence of a noble." Honestly, at this rate she's expecting the worst. The only thing keeping her from backing out of this aside from the small promise of Talia's safety, was Dalton. And even then... there was no guarantee that this could go well.
After all... what exactly would stop Quellon from breaking guest right if he had sufficient reason to? After all, her own great uncle did the same and died for it...
She couldn't really hope for Dalton to convince her not to go... after all, he practically spurred them all to follow, and she herself very well couldn't sit the girl down and convince her to stay... there was no time. Hopefully Sera would get cold feet and turn away at the last minute... and not end up having to carry her to the Greyjoy's ship instead.
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