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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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 VANESSA ARRYN on Jun 18, 2015 19:16:55 GMT
This kind of weather was much better. Literally weathering it out at Storm’s End had been a good idea. Sure, they had lost a few days doing so but they were not in a rush. Both she and her guards were rested for this leg of the journey towards King’s Landing and it was much easier to traverse the landscape as a result. They had made good progress on horseback, getting through regions that were still muddy from the rain reasonably fast. And now they could already see the borderlands evident in the nature around them. Leaving the stormlands, there were the Queenslands ahead and the Reach to the West. Their goal was definitely not in the latter though, so she left that part of Westeros for later.
At that time, she was not excited about another of the kingdoms, anyway. They could use a good place to rest at this late afternoon, so the upcoming village should be the relief that they were looking for. The weather was clear enough, looking as if they would get there unmolested. However, it was not that easy. Instead, they found themselves confronted with commotion near the inn. She could hear the sounds from metal clashing with metal from afar. Her men heard it too and took formation. Vanessa sighed. She knew that none of them would let her get involved with this directly, but there was also no way around it, so she gave the signal to continue.
“Only take a side if it is evident what is going on. Otherwise surround and threaten so they let go. If they don’t, just let them sort it out,” she ordered her guard as they moved on steadily. It did not sound like a big fight from afar, so her small guard should be able to take care of things. Nessa had no interests in intervening with local strife, but she could not exactly look away if there was injustice and she coud dissolve it this easily.
At times, everything about Lyra Hill could easily be summed up under the blanket term of "nonsensical".
Now, this wasn't a sustained character flaw of hers (if it was even a flaw at all), because Lyra wasn't so one-dimensional like that. But it was a recurring theme nonetheless, and it refused ignorance. Once in a blue moon, it augmented the sellsword girl; in a fight with a man three times her own stature, the unorthodox approach of going for his inner thigh toppled the giant in record time. Who knew there was a main artery there? There was also the journey off the beaten path of the Reach, ending in a ransacked caravan with some pretty choice jewels left under an un-turned stone (so to speak).
Those weren't the points though, they just weren't. The point was that Lyra and her fucked view of how "fun" worked and her desperate desire to defend the honor of a lord that didn't exist and her own image became a burn that left a yearning preference for wildfire. More than once. Was it her fault though? The three men that had slid into her booth weren't enough, nope. It wasn't even a real test of her willpower when the cheeky fat one had the nerve to take a few swallows of her drink, but when the cunt who'd instigated the whole thing and provided the cronies for the events trapped her wrist in a vice grip when she'd made an attempt to storm off, well-- Well, that just wasn't good manners!
Whatever happened to lead up to this had happened, though, and now Lyra was outside of the establishment crossing swords with a trio of miserable shits at once, sans her armor and a completely sober mind. That's not to say she wasn't holding her own, but soon the advantage of numbers and the lack of proper preparedness on her part began to gingerly overwhelm her. It wasn't looking good for Lyra. Maybe she should just give in, yeah? Slice one of their throats and the rest would back off? Holding back was going to get her killed, and surely these pathetic pissbabies wouldn't hesitate to turn tail after she felled one of 'em.
Oh, wait. Was that... wetness on her arm? Red wetness? Well, shit.
Post by VANESSA ARRYN on Jun 20, 2015 13:29:53 GMT
This was a sight most unexpected. Vanessa had thought that they would find a bar brawl in process or a bandit attack. Instead, it was seemingly three men fighting a single girl for whatever reason. Neither of them had really noticed the knights of the vale slowly approaching but once they came into vision, at least some of the thugs were notified of a group of twelve armed men in the silvery armour of the vale. The captain of her guard simply told everyone to “Halt.” without directing it more to one side than the other as his men circled around the combatants. Unless directly attacked beforehand they all would dismount right away along with Vanessa, who was trailing behind a little bit. No one would draw a weapon unprovoked, but their hands would rest on their swords just in case. They had been planning to rest here anyway so there was nothing lost.
However, it was ultimately Vanessa who spoke up, making it very clear that she was the leader. “I do not know why you fight or who you are. But I have to admit that seeing one girl being attacked by three men at once is pretty telling. We have not come here to cut you down but if you do not immediately drop your weapons – all of you- and cease hostilities, you will be cut down.” It was a simple order. While she was not the lady of these lands she was well within her right to police fights like these if they happened in front of her. She was not going to punish either side though for crimes they might have committed or not. She would only punish them for defying her orders.
Her eyes were drawn to the girl however, who was bleeding quite a bit from a cut on her arm. Vanessa’s eyebrows rose a little as she realized that this person had indeed fought three opponents at once and not taken all that much damage. That was interesting and reminded her quite a little of Alysanne . Still, a wound was a wound. If everyone surrendered, she would quickly walk over inspect that wound herself. If they didn’t, well, then there would be even more blood. That was the way of the Arryn.
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This was a sight most unexpected. Vanessa had thought that they would find a bar brawl in process or a bandit attack. Instead, it was seemingly three men fighting a single girl for whatever reason. Neither of them had really noticed the knights of the vale slowly approaching but once they came into vision, at least some of the thugs were notified of a group of twelve armed men in the silvery armour of the vale. The captain of her guard simply told everyone to “Halt.” without directing it more to one side than the other as his men circled around the combatants. Unless directly attacked beforehand they all would dismount right away along with Vanessa, who was trailing behind a little bit. No one would draw a weapon unprovoked, but their hands would rest on their swords just in case. They had been planning to rest here anyway so there was nothing lost.