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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Post by Navreth Swygert on Jun 27, 2015 19:20:29 GMT
Long before the arrival of the First Men, the lands of Westeros belonged to the elder races, the history of the Stormlands stretching back to the Dawn Age. The wet wilds of the rainwood were a home to the children of the forest, while the hills housed giants, welcoming newcomers to Westeros. Long before people made their way into houses and organized their lives and ways alongside each other, the denizens of the forest were free and one with the wilds, as natural and turbulent as the storms. It was said that you could still sometimes find their tracks within the Kingswood, hear their whispers on the wind, if you looked and treaded carefully enough. But Navreth had looked, long and hard and all his life, and the only sign of the spirited forest children he could see in other people, and most stringently in Lord Baratheon’s youngest daughter.
Alayne pretty much had the outer-coating of something proper – she walked tall and proud and picked up her fork with every intention of using it instead of slurping from the bowl, but there was an unruly and tumultuous spirit within her that made her look like she needed to stretch high across the wall and loom over the lands and its people like the castle and the walls put together. From a different perspective, she was much like a goat – looking to climb the mountain ever higher. As she was now, Navreth expected she would not stop at the peak either, instead looking to hop right along onto the clouds. It was a sort of desiring ambition that had set them apart as early companions, but kept them close together just as much, for Navreth was not a climber - he was a pillar and a rope and a resting place. Free-walkers fell every day around him, and it was his place to catch them when they had that bad day, put them back onto their feet, and encourage them along.
So it was for him always to be mindful of the little lady’s aims and reach. Her mind wandered just as much as his, and he had been able to instantly tell she caught onto details from the way her eyes sometimes stuck on things. Observant. Assessing. Calculating and far-looking. These were all qualities she boasted even in her quietest moments.
As such, naturally they would be travelling along the border of the woods, patrolling, Navreth alongside her and a score of other guards flanking them. There had been rumors of a “bear-man” terrorizing the commoners around these parts, but so far they had arrived upon no signs of his tracks. “Perhaps we should try within the forest,” Navreth suggested. “The Seven know we’ve been circling the trees enough.” And to be quite frank, Navreth wanted for them to actually meet the culprit. As hard as it was for him to come to term with, Alayne was a woman grown now, not the bright-eyed child that had thrown daggers easy to dodge at him. She would one day be given to a new home, somewhere else, far from where he could protect and guide her. And Navreth was determined to make her as fierce as possible until then. He wanted her to face notorious men, learn to weed through their cunning, and be unimpressed by the power of their running rage.
“Have you had any chance to play your hand at politics lately, my lady?”
Post by alayne baratheon on Jun 28, 2015 10:26:55 GMT
Riding at the front, Alayne Baratheon was every inch of the Storm Lady, cloak over her head, the bow visible from behind. Patrolling was a job she had taken for herself. Euron was busy; and besides, it was out of duty she had taken it on. A lady with a bit of an attitude; she had expected the insult soon enough as soon as she had grown and sprouted from an eager bright-eyed child into a self-possessed young woman won by the patience of discipline and pain. If Alayne worded it more correctly, she preferred it to be worded as someone "ambitious." The world was hers. A woman who wanted the world for herself, a girl who could crush you with the toe of her shoe as easily as a frog could gobble up a mosquito in its mouth. She was the youngest daughter, but to underestimate her would be a deadly error. Her father had nurtured her talents and affinities, and her father's guard had faith in her, by her side, right now.
There had been news of some "bear-man" and Alayne had insisted on aside from patrolling, there best be an investigation. Simple claims were easily pushed aside by the strongest evidence. So for patrol and investigation, she rode her horse, and Nav, her father's guard, alongside her. Nev had been the one to dodge all her knife attacks; Nev had watched over her training. The man was older than her by more than a few years and it did not matter. No tracks to be found, and Alayne quickly had pursed her lips. No evidence yet? Nav's suggestion made sense. If anything, Alayne preferred facing the culprit head-on, eye-to-eye. There was nothing more delicious than a challenge, a man in search for his sapphire. "Guards, you heard my father's bodyguard." Alayne's voice dripped with authority, stoic, commanding. She shone with the glimmer of the commander she would have made: ready for anything. "Let's advance to the forest!"The sound of hooves patting against dirt resounded, and then the group sped in the direction of the woods.
Once inside the woods, Alayne made sure to stick closer around her father's bodyguard. It was for practical reasons. Knowing her father, her father would've made sure to tell her to stick close to Nev. And also, she had to answer his question. She found herself chuckling grimly.
"I'm actually making plans to make a play for politics. Patrolling is just the beginning. As soon as possible, I'll need excuses that are meant to be plays."
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