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.
Post by EDMUND TULLY on Sept 13, 2017 23:44:34 GMT
Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart
Rain begun to fall from the heavens, summoning forth the dark colors that painted the Red Keep. Bringing forth an umbrella to block out the weeping of the gods. Edmund hearing that his son was the next target of the Greyjoy threat went to find his beloved. Though she alluded him, whispers of her spending time with another Targaryen reach him.
Summoning his bannermen to find the noble woman. If she had any information about where his pale wolf had gone he would have it. Hastened footsteps following towards the other halls of the Red Keep. Knowing he would have to react to Daeron with his firstborn son. Returning him alive would be equally as important as keeping his from loosing his head.
With a crack of thunder the lord simply stood there. Paced breathes leaving his lips, the realm had begun to crack far worse then he expected. Believing that they had much more time to prepare for the war between these dragons. Now he had to wage a battle with the Ironborn. What men would he have left to protect what he held important by the end of this. If Quellon wanted the iron price he would be paying in gold.
Post by Vivaenne Targaryen on Sept 14, 2017 7:01:30 GMT
The cool drop of water in her palm was soothing. Gentle at first, the pitter-patter of the first drops running down the curve of her eye, swooping over the cheek and down the pale woman's frown line. Embracing the rain, Vivaenne felt her what was a furious heat building up underneath her skin chill.
Restlessness had dogged her ever step towards slumber. She knew it would continue, until the events of the past were brought out from underneath and unveiled.
She had no choice. That's what Vivaenne repeated to herself, time and time again.
Not after what had happened.
Her fingers spread open, allowing the water to fall down to the cobbling of the pathway. It splattered against the black of her dress; the thick material soaking it up and dragging down on her shoulders like a weight.
It was nothing compared to the thickness that kept her throat clamped shut. She shouldn't have allowed Ashe to leave with that Ironborn--not after what had happened. Not after what that spawn's monster of a father had done to her family.
"Lord Tully." It hadn't been hard to learn that he was here, searching for the last to have laid eyes on Ashe. He wasn't discreet.
Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart
It had not taken long for him to find the Targaryen lady. Reflections of the queen in the droplets that surrounded her. It appeared the dragon learned of his search for her. With all of the events of the last day his kindness had begun to wane.
" I have, I am searching for my beloved. Lord and Ladies of the wake shared you left with Ashe."
Revealing what information he had learned from the crowds of noble. Tilting away the umbrella that sheltered the Lord. Madness dwelling within the depths of his eyes, but before it was a layer of sorrow and sadness. Sharing what the dragon had likely not know.
" Quellon Greyjoy is a traitor of the realm declared by the Hand of the King. Slaying Prince Rhaegar in the Bay of Dragons with his family. The madman demands the head of my son and now my wife is missing. Tell me what you know.
Calling upon the truth that dwelt in the woman. Droplets of rain fell upon his forehead. Racing down his cheeks to the bottom of his chin. Rain acting as tears for the man that wanted nothing more then the embrace of his wife. Had they took her he would bleed the sea red.
Post by Vivaenne Targaryen on Sept 18, 2017 3:56:39 GMT
Pain etched itself across her features, distorted underneath the rain as the water trickled down and seemed to wash away the lines between her brows.
Vivaenne steadily held his gaze, though, with one of her own. A sharp inhale, clench of the fist over the heart. Her fingers grasped around a silver chain that dropped down, white-knuckled it in a grounding motion.
"She went with his Eldest."
The confession broke the silence that she let sit between them. The stewing heat of a body fighting against the cooling effects of the rain, shoulders squared and her chin uplifted.
"To retrieve a maid that had been taken by that Murderer."
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