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.
Events
Join us for our first event, the wake of recently deceased King Jaehaerys II.
Updates
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.
Don't hesitate in pestering staff with questions; it's what we're here for! Let's raise a glass and make a cheer toward a successful launch of Winds of Winter.
"...If word got out that the secondborn child of the great Cassius Stark were but a lover to his own sex, then it would certainly be one hell of a snowstorm, right?" spoke the heathen. This was the sixth time Ayden's toy and he met; it was in the alley he and Ayden passionately held each other, strongly making out with one another. But in the midst of it all did they not expect someone to catch the two naughty gentleman together. It wasn't forbidden for a man to love another, but to be of a powerful house conducting such unjust actions? That would truly spell trouble for the Lord of House Stark.
And so that was what occurred. Caught by a man of wealth whom knew of Ayden's face but not the suitor. It wasn't until a play on of laughter did he hear the a slow clap, "To see a child of House Stark in the act, how delicious this tale be..." And as the man whom Ayden had been with fled, Ayden would simply let out a sigh of annoyance only to turn toward the man that had caught him. Alongside the stranger did two guards stand laughing, Ayden having remembered seeing the man once sometime ago. Ayden didn't have his bow and arrow upon his person so he was surely defenseless, and physically he was still learning to be a fighter. "If we keep this between us, I promise there will be no trouble in the future." But the man was going to use this, little did Ayden know, as a way to exploit House Stark by having the male possibly do something in exchange for his silence. "I, in exchange for this secret, you do something for me my dear wolf boy..."
"I rather you die." Ayden said in return. He and his family were soon to return to Winterfell, but remained for a short amount of time within King's Landing. But it seemed Ayden would not be returning as the man planned on killing thewolf for his insolence and noble status. This would really shake things up a bit, wouldn't it? And so with a quick jab across Ayden's face did he fall to the ground. His hair grabbed by the man whom which caught him in the act whereas his guard would, soon after, hand his buyer a knife where the other held Ayden down on the ground.
"You wanna repeat that you mutt?"
It was possible the snow puppy could die at this very moment.
garbed in a brilliant display of orange and bronze, the prince of dorne's knack for finding opportunity peaked once again. the events of death ushered him away from the paradise of sand and sun to the illusions of highborn grandeur. and though the sand in the hourglass left him a tad bit belated, the viper always managed to slither forward.
"that's what the boy said, i believe." he grimly stated. an air of competition hovered as the eyes of the men revolved from the lad to the newest entrant. sloppily, one of the mules pressed the dornish in anger and found his hand reaching backwards for strength. yet a solid thrust of ebon's heel broke into the man's ankle and in turn the foe rolled in pain, only to have any future attempts at rising truncated by the placement of his free boot upon the man's naked throat.
irritated, the noble cursed as his eyes fell victim to the red sun pierced by a golden spear upon the left breast of his robes. it was fair to say that the unbalanced scale had been returned to its null state, if not somewhat still unfairly tipped. the noble peered to his other hand and back to their olive skinned enemy. preferring to avoid a scene, the noble released his hold on the boy and ordered his hand to follow suit. a single gesture of pressing a index finger to his own pursed lips became the prince's last action as his seize of the man's neck lifted and the soul gasped for air.
in a defeated and aggravated fashion, the trio left, and the viper nimbly sashayed to the young wolf. in an act of kindness, he extended his hand to help the blue eyed pup to his feet.
"i understand the desire of thrill, but four walls and a roof would have served you better boy."
And when all hope was lost did the dire wolf come to be rescued by a snake. It was a man of brown, fair skin. It wasn't normal for one to see someone of such color in King's Landing unless you were of, and he could only assume, a citizen of Dorne. Ayden had never met anyone from House Martell so he had no clue as to the identity of this man, unless he was forgetful of having seen the tanned snake at the funeral; nonetheless, he was saved.
The male's skillful movement was intimidating, graceful yet unrefined. It was his confidence in both himself and his physical capability that made Ayden desire only in his dream of doing something such as. His specialty was sitting back and watching from afar, never having utilized his bow and arrow upon someone outside of practice. His mouth, bleeding, leaked but so little whereas a red mark on his right cheek manifested. The pup stood, uncertain if the man had been mocking him due to the reason behind this occurrence. Even so Ayden couldn't exactly brush the man whom saved his life off with a snarky remark, so in return he would ask, "How did you...The way you fought..." He'd seen fighting in his day of growing up in Winterfell, and his brother was quite fearsome. But compared to this man and Jeren? He wasn't sure who would win, but a tie could definitely ensue.
"I want to learn how to fight like that!" Ayden exclaimed boldly. "I'm not a swordsman, so I barely know how to hold a proper weapon, I want to learn how to fight like you so that I may be a proper king!" he pleaded to the, possibly, dornish man. "It's not everyday you see someone of your stature fighting like that, and I bet the gods that you have even more things up your sleeve––my name is Ayden Stark!" he introduced himself excitedly.
in tales of old, playing the role of a hero always came with some sort of reward or benefit. it wasn't the reason the dornish prince stepped up in the pup's time of need, but it was always noteworthy. that, and the sheer happiness and gratitude that came along with the benevolent act of charity. however, ayden's oral blessings were abundant and frankly flooded any space for a back and forth. so without the chance to interject, a wave of surprise waved over his face. whereas the boy transitioned from his forbidden and tainted lust to an eager learner, ebon failed to make the same adjustment.
"quite the wordy pup. are you starks always this... talkative?" a playful grin reaffirmed that the martell didn't have any problem with the boy's excitement nor did he contain any malice. the boy found amusement and desire in combat just like any young scrabble would of his age and stock. he didn't harness a bulky frame fit for born fighters, but maybe there was a slimmer monster lurking somewhere inside.
and from assumption, the brown prince would have guessed the stark would have been taught a bit about swords and shields to the north.
"ebon. ebon martell." the prince exclaimed, poking his eyes around. "have you no teachers in the north little pup?"
MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW
Last Edit: Sept 2, 2017 5:15:02 GMT by Ebon Martell
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