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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Soleil is the fiercely independent secondborn child of House Tyrell. She's cunning, manipulative, but kindhearted and selfless to those she holds loyalty for.
Post by SOLEIL TYRELL on Sept 13, 2017 4:29:46 GMT
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I'm not defending
Downward descending
Falling further and further away
Getting closer every day
Soleil had never liked The Riverlands. She wasn’t a fan of the moist and gloomy air that crept about. And though she spent the better part of the last few years traveling, she was a Tyrell. She was of The Reach. She was adjusted to bright and airy skies, where tall pine trees spread dappled shadows across tinkling streams, birds sang from hidden nests, and the air was enriched with the scent of flowers.
While her family had received word of the King’s death, they had left Highgarden to make their way to King’s Landing in order to pay their respects. Soleil had only heard just the night before of this and began making her way South to reunite with her brothers and sister, and to give her blessings to the Princess.
Traveling for the entirety of the day, luck would have it that she stumbled upon the famous Crossroads Inn just as the sun began to dip over the horizon. It was quite a busy place to be - many travelers heading down to and from King’s Landing often made this their stop of the night before returning on the road.
She had gotten her horse tied up at the stable before making her way into the wooden structure, where merry men cheered, sang, danced, and drank. Saving her more formal lady-like attire for the wake, she appeared to dress the part of a seasoned explorer - her brunette hair falling over her black coat, fastened with golden buttons and trim. This held tightly together over a wool tunic, sewn with burgundy trails of silk. Over these wealthy garbs, she wore a black cloak with silver fascines, covering her face with the hood to protect from the sprinkles of rain outside.
She stepped inside, immediately taking note that she was not the only woman here; however she was the most dressed of them all. Many of the ladies here were accompanying men with money - sitting on their laps and laughing at their awful jokes. She removed her hood slowly as she approached the bar, taking a seat on one of the rusty barstools before slowly peeling her gloves from her skin and setting them on her lap. As the bartender came around to ask what she would like, she smiled lightly, her elbows digging into the wooden countertop as she leaned forward with a sneer.
“I’ll take a red ale and a room, please,” she nodded, stretching her fingers and turning to face the others around her.
Post by TRISTAIN TARTH on Sept 13, 2017 17:13:03 GMT
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It was wet, it was cold, and the only thing to warm him was the nasty frothy ale of the Crossroads. He practically lived there with how often his travels brought him to the leaky wooden hold. But there was a fire to enjoy, decent food that didn't tear up your gut, and women that decorated laps of men like jewelery.
All brought the crowd he had grown to know over the years of traversing the vale, stormlands, riverlands, and crownlands.
There was the hearty soldier, who had not really known a time of glory in his life, and his stories that changed the more he told them, -- all along with the less than enthusiastic brood who really did the killing in war. Beyond that was the table of quiet men versus the table of singers who graced the weary travelers with their off key tone.
It caused a smile to creep on his face, a mug in his hand and his back to the bar as he joined in the merriment of the lowborn he had come to know and love.
Even soon the were joined by the late coming traveler, who sought to leave behind them the dark and dreary world outside and trade it for a hard and itchy bed. Though normally they were male, and this one was not. A brow raised along with a cup as he toasted in the womens direction as a general greeting.
"John give 'er my bed will ya, she need'nt sleep on the flea infested halfy ya got left."
His voice was quiet, enough for the two and the keep to hear them before he finished his ale and put his mug on the counter, "One or two more," he said with a laugh while awaiting another fill.
"I am surprised you didn't stay elsewhere milady, Crossroads is a rough place for a pretty face."
Soleil is the fiercely independent secondborn child of House Tyrell. She's cunning, manipulative, but kindhearted and selfless to those she holds loyalty for.
Post by SOLEIL TYRELL on Sept 13, 2017 18:47:22 GMT
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I'm not defending
Downward descending
Falling further and further away
Getting closer every day
The man whom had toasted her entrance had been seated beside her, but she initially made no mind of it, considering it was simple common courtesy to greet a guest, stranger or not. The man had turned to grab another cup of ale as Soleil made note of the general look of each of the people here.
There were some who appeared to be quite poor; wearing rags and stolen goods which were mismatched and poorly fit. There were others who were of a bit of wealth - but they were trying to hide it so not to be robbed in the night. Then there was the fellow beside her, which she couldn't quite pinpoint as her eyes slowly shifted to face him and get a good idea of his appearance.
While he appeared to look fairly young - maybe only a few years older than her if anything, one thing that she had distinctly noticed was the argent, shimmering hair upon his head. As someone who was quite rehearsed in the family tree and lineage of the Targaryan line, she knew that he was not of the draconic blood - at least - from what she could tell.
Her eyes were like fire in the candlelight, fierce and direct as they watched the expressions that fell over the prematurely aged face, before she had then taken her tankard and slowly brought it to her tentative lips.
"A place like this has much more character than a fancy, rich people inn, wouldn't you say?" she smirked behind the mug before setting it back on the counter. "To be fair, I would much rather be here with you fine gentlemen, than being forced into a dress and keeping my mouth shut because of societal expectations. Not to say I don't enjoy wearing dresses, but they are not fun to travel long distances in."
While the rest of her family would probably faint at the idea of her staying alone at such a dirty pub, she was quite used to it at this point. With all the traveling and training she's encountered, it was nothing new, and she could surely defend herself if needed. It was always funny to see a man twice her height try to have his way with her to only be flipped onto a table, so that was also a plus.
"M'name's Soleil of House Tyrell. What do they call you around these parts?"
Post by TRISTAIN TARTH on Sept 17, 2017 19:34:44 GMT
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"Oh?" he mumbled as she expressed her disdain to wearing dresses and acting like a lady of court. So he was safe to assume that she was at least a highborn, -- a confirmation that followed quickly--, and he smiled. It was not like most nobility to abandon their way of life, and what a forgiving father she must have to allow her to act in such an audacious manner.
House Tyrell, he knew little of them other than name. Of course they were lord paramounts of the reach, but he didn't care to drown himself in the political business of the higher ups.
His single eye fell from her gaze to take in his surroundings. It appeared that none of these dishonorable men took notice of her status, which meant that they wouldn't act on it. How appropriate. The idea of fighting off an entire bar's worth of men for a mere lady didn't suit him. The man was never an upfront fighter and lacked in that conviction.
Taking a swig of ale, he set his cup down, "Tristain.. Just Tristain."
'Why bother giving a name you casted away years ago'
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance however, I don't get to meet such pretty drinking partners on the road much." he flashed her a soft smile before placing his gold on the counter,"Another please John," he said before straightening his torso to face her better.
"Tell me, what life have ye lived to desire one of hardship instead of the luxery your name would give?"
Soleil is the fiercely independent secondborn child of House Tyrell. She's cunning, manipulative, but kindhearted and selfless to those she holds loyalty for.
There was something strange about the man whom she was chatting with - as though an aura of familiarity floated about him, but she couldn't quite place where she had seen him before. Her eyes followed his own, before wandering to his appearance overall.
"Tristain," she murmured quietly, musing over the name carefully. There was something so proverbial about it, and she couldn't shake it. She had never met anyone by that name before--or so she assumed. "Well then... Just Tristain, where do you come from?" she gave a coy smile, taking a sip from her mug.
She gave a slight chuckle at his mention of drinking with such pretty company, and she shook her head slowly. "Trust me, dear, there is nothing pretty about my family behind their gold. We're all just... selfish, superficial shmucks," she set down her tankard with a bit of force. She wasn't exactly looking forward to seeing them again - well, except for maybe her brothers, Lukas and Lorent.
"Tell me, what life have ye lived to desire one of hardship instead of the luxery your name would give?"
She pursed her lips for a moment, thinking about that question long and hard. There wasn't really an easy answer she could give. Many in her family thought she was nuts for wanting to live like a Lord rather than a Lady. Some even thought she may have not liked men in the first place!
"Well... I grew up with two brothers very closely. I wanted to do everything they did, and when they started their lessons for combat training, I wanted to do so as well. Of course, my father decided that mine would be a bit more tame... so my brother used to sneak out every night with me to teach me what he had learned the day before. I don't know why, but I sort of fell in love with the art of sword fighting. The moment I turned 17, I left home and started riding north to explore and I never really came back home after--unless of course, it was for a family reunion of some kind."
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