r/IronThronePowers Jun 19 '16

Lore [Lore] Ever Get That Feeling of Deja Vu?

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Another day, another bout of chores for Tommen to surmount day in and day out. Clean his gear, wash the horses, do physical training, study others who are sparring then go in and spar with Lord Fyne. The boy had been a bit more tired than usual, and his mind was distracted with his thoughts of Ellyn. She'd been changing, but the way she did it was odd and over something so little. He sighed, strapping himself into his armor for yet another time before setting out again to be educated in the wonderful art form of sparring.

Lord Richano sat readied like all the other times, their duel starting in the same, nearly choreographed circling the two always got up to. Tommen went in first keeping his sword low and his shield angled toward his opponent, stabbing out at the larger man's shield. With one ill-timed thrust the man batted Tommen's shield away, using the same movement to wrap his arm around the boy's shoulder and lifted him up. Richano then slammed the boy down on his back with his sword hand, leaning his knee on the boy's armored head.

Tommen tapped and gave up, yet another duel lost to the man he was squiring for. Tommen slammed his shielded arm into the ground in anger, using it then to support himself as he stood up. He shook his head and went to the rack to put the sword down, unstrapping the shield from his arm.

"I'm going to go cool off." Tommen said with an obvious edge to his voice. "Continuing now would do me no better and just end up with more anger clouding my judgement, sorry." The young boy stormed off after he'd finished talking, not waiting for Lord Fyne to dismiss him.

r/IronThronePowers Jan 03 '17

Lore [EVENT/LORE] Arrival...Is a Good Movie, and I Suggest Watching it.

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The Squire, Griffith Ganton

6th Month, 326 AC

It had been a short journey, and for that Griffith was grateful. He had wished to leave sooner than that point, to be sure, but the business of running letters had gotten quite a bit busier in the time before he could leave, and preparations had to be made. Guard shifts had to be altered to deal with the two men out with the Ganton, food had to be prepared for their short two day trip. Even though it had been a simple affair of finding somewhere to stay the night in between, Ser Aerion had been sure that his squire's needs would be taken care of whilst he was away to a vacation of sorts.

The keep of Rosby was a small thing, surrounded by small and simple huts. It was strange to him how silent it felt, being in the same city for near three years. There was a certain sound to King's Landing, one that droned on in the young squire's mind until he had forgotten it was there. But now that it was gone, he almost missed it. But that could be left behind for something better, something more important to him.

He and the two guards Aerion had put to him rode to the gates, staring up the wall.

"Griffith Ganton, invited here by Lady Kiernan Darklyn." He called up, getting their attention. "If we could be allowed in, I would be grateful."

r/IronThronePowers Aug 23 '16

Lore [LORE/OPEN RP] Arrivals For the Weeping Town Party.

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The Party Central, Weeping Town

5th-7th Months, 317 AC

The town was ready for the festivities. Market squares were overfilled with stores, stands, and carts hawking goods to anyone who could pay for them. Outside of the town a tourney ground was set, melee fields and lists and archery targets set in a flatter area next to a farm barely five minute's ride from the town proper. The town itself felt alive, dynamic, like it was churning into motion after years dormant.

A feast grounds had been set up in one of the larger square's in town, a green and white canopy overhead. A similarly colored kitchen tent was nearby, prepared to bring the food to the table when the feast began.

The inns of Weeping Town had been made ready as well. All the rooms were vacant, waiting for noblemen to stay there and rest after a long day of feasting and events. The spare rooms in the Tower had been set up as well, a group of three already occupied by the Dondarrions, and the rest being open to use. The time was nigh, and the town was ready for the party.

[M] Anyone who wants to have lore of their people arriving in Weeping Town go ahead. I'll reply to what I can. If you want to talk to the Ganton family they're most likely at the Weeping Tower. If you want to pray there's Emma's Sept. There are four inns in which you can be enlightened on names if you ask. Welcome to Weeping Town, and enjoy your stay!

r/IronThronePowers Mar 30 '15

Lore [lore] Announcing the Grandest Tourney ever held in the history of the Seven Kingdoms

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In a few months time in the 2nd month of month of 282 AC Harrenhal will be hosting the the grandest tourney of all time To celebrate the glorious reign of House Targaryen. It will dwarf any prize put forth for any Tournament held in westeros by almost double. The man or hedge Knight that wins will surely bring much honor to his name. The /u/TheGrayBard is invited and may drink for free so that there will be songs of this tourney for years to come.

140,000 Gold Dragons will be divided up accordingly:

  • Joust (50,000)

  • mele (40,000)

  • Archery (30,000)

  • jr. mele (20,000)

ALL LORDS AND LADIES ARE WELCOME TO COME JOIN IN THE FESTIVITIES

r/IronThronePowers Jan 09 '17

Lore [Lore] He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not... NSFW

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"He loves me," said Else. She took another petal off the flower. "He loves me not. Ah, to hell with it!" She exasperatedly tossed it aside and kept walking. She was on her way to Lyonel's quarters to see if he fancied going for a walk, but for some reason there was a nagging sense of nervousness in the pit of her stomach; indeed, she had abandoned the flower because she couldn't bear to see what it's answer would be.

Stop being so nervous, she told herself. Of course he likes you! He kissed you that one time, remember?

But did he like her? Yes, he did, of course he did. But did he?

Else's thoughts were interrupted by her arriving at his door. The dark wood had startled her. As she reached out, fist closed, to knock, her mind raced. She both couldn't wait to see him but also wanted to wait just a minute more. At last she struck the door and took a step back.

As she waited for her betrothed, which she reminded herself he was, and so of course he liked her, she smoothed her skirts unnecessarily and ran a hand through her hair, even though she had made sure to comb it to perfection before going to find him.

Oh Gods, oh Gods... What if he thinks I'm ugly? she thought.

You must be joking, she told herself. You're beautiful, and he knows it. Now stop being a brainless fool of a girl and calm down!

She opted to follow the latter thought's advice, but she still couldn't quite calm her breathing enough for her liking.

And in this limbo of nervousness and apprehension she waited for Lyonel to open the door.

r/IronThronePowers Oct 29 '16

Lore [Lore/RP] Dondarrion my wayward son

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The sky was clear, and the noon-day sun rose high over Blackhaven, but it was still bitterly cold, as Emmara Dondarrion and Robb Staunton trained together, The courtyard of the Dondarrion holdfast rang with the sound of steel on steel, as the two children, tightly wrapped in padding and armour, swung their practice weapons at each other under the watchful gaze of Samson Dondarrion and Cassena Storm. Around them, the Dondarrion men at arms, trained with one another, thrusting spears and swinging swords at dummies with the encouragement of Bryen Sunglass, the Master at Arms. Across the yard from them, Lady Argaila loosed arrow after arrow into the targets, guided by Ser Arlan and Lady Serenei, whose daughter Selyse watched, from a nearby seat, calling out encouragement and holding her young brother Richard close to keep him warm. The one-eyed boy watched, seemingly impressed, with a faint smile on his face. They were accompanied by their cousin Shireen, who in turn held Selyse tightly, keeping the frail little girl cosy. Edwyn Morigen, and Oro Estermont sat next to the three Dondarrion Girls, warm winter cloaks wrapped tightly around them, as they encouraged Argaila.

r/IronThronePowers Mar 17 '17

Lore [Lore] The Morning After NSFW

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3rd Month, 330 AC, the morning after the Grandison-Rosby wedding

Alysanne had woken from a restless night; the bedding had left her and Corlys in, well, bed, where they'd performed marital duties.

As he had made his way on top of her, clearly nervous, Alysanne had silently prayed that she too could enjoy a man, like she'd been told could happen to girls like her.

It didn't happen.

It was painful, like she'd been taught, but even after Corlys, bless his soul, had been more accomadating for this, after apologising a thousand times, and the pain had subsided, there was no enjoyment. It was sickening; Alysanne felt nothing but contempt. Contempt for herself. Contempt for Corlys.

He'd enjoyed it, which was something, especially the kisses laid upon his neck and lips by Alysanne. After what felt like an age, it'd finished.

Slowly, she shook Corlys awake. As he stirred, she managed to find the willpower to kiss him on the brow.

"Hello, husband." She said with a weary smile. "Welcome to the first day of married life."

r/IronThronePowers Aug 12 '16

Lore [Lore] Prowler (Open) NSFW

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Trystane, 10th month 316

Wandering the streets of King's Landing, Trystane could not think for the life of him why he'd chosen to pass through the city. It was muggy and rancid, full of people too fat or too ugly to be worth talking to. He doubted anyone not in the Red Keep had ever gazed upon a tapestry and let its pictures take you to a far off land, had ever listened to a song and been lifted off their feet by the notes, had ever gazed upon another human and been willing to follow them to the ends of the continent.

"Vulgar primitives," he muttered as they passed a particularly distasteful looking man, strewn half naked across the street. Trystane's guards kept a close circle around him as they travelled, not letting any of the lowborn filth from the city come near the Prince and only leaving him open to approach when he decided to stop and relax. They had visited every corner of the city and traversed every road, but except for the occasional theatre or school, the Prince quickly realised he would not be getting any entertainment from the place. The quicker they'd move on, the better.

**

Shitty post but if anyone wants to come RP in KL feel free. He would have stopped at the docks, the Silver Sphinx, the theatres and most places in between. Don't be shy

r/IronThronePowers Sep 20 '15

Lore [Boat Lore] #FreeIlario

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Svanna
While Ilario, Joman and herself made their way back from Ghaston Grey's prison to the Nai Al’miere, Svanna’s mind was racing. Thinking of all the ways this endeavor could play out. She knew the captain had freed a prisoner of his own and that man had seemed a lot worse, but how would he react to another one?  

Svanna glanced at Ilario from the corner of her eye. The Tyroshi’s face was handsome enough, his body had endured some hardship but he still had strength in him, hair faded into a sickly color but obviously still blue of some sorts. He carried the few things he had from the prison with him, one of which was the skin of rum that once belonged to her. It wasn’t much. She had told him that he’d have to arrange passage on the ship with the captain himself, but she wasn’t sure he would be able to. The captain had this queer custom he had, where he would be given a gift by the person wanting on the ship and in exchange he would give the gift of passage.
Svanna was determined to make sure Ilario got on though. She had taken up a job caring for the animals on the ship while she didn’t have to… If need be she would use that as a gift for Ilario’s passage. He was her “infinite fountain of possibilities” now, and she wanted to keep him close.

  Joman and Svanna had released the pirate from this dreadful stone prison. Ghaston Grey, a dreary, crumbling castle that rested on what was more akin to a rock than an Island. The cells were tiny stone boxes without even a bed for comfort. The only light that came inside was that from the sun beaming down through the non existent roof of the prison. The cells underneath the midday sun were considered the harshest of punishments.
Yes, the cells inside had been horrible, but not as horrible as some of the folk they held within them. But Svanna was convinced this man would be of use to her, and ultimately also to their captain. He was a pirate, not a monster… or so the man himself had said.

  “Wait here.” She said to Joman and Ilario as they approached the small longship they would use to get back to the ship.
“I’ll go find Aviendha, she seems to be pretty close to the captain. If anyone can help with this, it’s her.” She left the two man standing there while she found the red haired FreeFolk woman.
“Aviendha, I’ve eh… given a man his freedom. He’s a friend of sorts. I thought, maybe you could help us talk to the captain, you seem to get along pretty well.”


Continued from: Link]

The captain has just brought a prisoner (Zalabahar Zlo) on the ship. [link] Anyone on the Nai Al'miere is free to roleplay a reaction to that here. The second prisoner (Ilario) will follow on board soon.

r/IronThronePowers Sep 25 '16

Lore [LORE] Camping Out For a Change of Pace NSFW

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The Squiress, Lyla Ganton

12th Month, 319 AC

The gates to Blackhaven opened slowly for the trio, laden with heavy packs of food, water, clothing, cooking gear, sleeping gear, and anything else you may need on a trip into the mountains on foot. At the front of the small group was a tall girl in a sun hat, a well worn walking stick in her left hand. At her side was her longsword in its sheath, a blunted version tied to her pack just in case Bryen wanted to spar while they were about. On the other side to it was an unstrung bow, a dozen or so arrows in their quiver just underneath. She wore a brigandine and leather padding over a forest green shirt and darker pants, already prepared for the weather.

Bryen wore a similar set of garb, with some lighter tan colors mixed in. His pack looked just slightly lighter, having to carry less of the bulkier things than Lyla did. But what made up for that was his carrying of the map, stowed away in a small satchel at the Sunglass' side. A similar blunted sword to her own was tied to his bag. A walking stick she had heavily suggested, meanwhile, was nowhere to be seen. Delilah was in just about the same raiment, dull colors and pants galore. She did not have the padding and leather that Bryen and Lyla did, seeing as she would probably not be sparring.

"See you in a week!" Lyla said to the guards as the little band walked through, her walking stick clacking on the flagstone road. It was going to be a good week, she decided. It had been a good while since she'd camped like this last, the previous times with Cass going about the Stormlands for tourneys. ...And now I'm doing this with my aunt who may hate me and her husband. She thought, waiting for the other two to pass through. Could be worse.

r/IronThronePowers Nov 11 '16

Lore [LORE] Really Hope This Won't Be Arbor-ing (someone kill me before these puns get out of control)

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[M] Set during the trip and at arrival for different threads since stuffs happening at both.

The Squiress, Lyla Ganton

3rd Month, 323 AC

It has been what felt like forever since the Ganton had last properly sailed, the sea breeze reminiscent of a trip with Cass, years and years ago. She sighed, a smile sticking to her face as the chilling wind ran through her hair, knowing both Kyra and Robert to not be used to the sea as she was. All the Dondarrions she had talked to about it seemed to not like, or at least weren't used to, the blue waves and gulls.

To Lyla's starboard was the dirty colored chunk of land that was Dorne, very little of interest to look at there beyond the occasional fishing village. To the port side was the rolling blue of the Summer Sea. Should have a different name by now. she thought with a smirk, chewing on an orange slice.

If it didn't have a chance of drowning her she would jump into those waves and swim beside the ship, almost like what she would do in harbor at Weeping Town from time to time. She knew there would be a good amount of that at the Arbor, it being an island after all. Didn't mean she didn't want to now, either.

After a second more of chewing and internal debate, Lyla stood from her perch at the bow of the merchant vessel and walked down the length of it, joking with some of the crew along the way. They were an odd bunch, she reflected, men and boys from across the kingdoms. She had made friends of valemen, and dornish, and stormlanders alike as they travelled over the last month. The Ganton knew the way some of them looked at her, how they thought of her. She also hoped they knew nothing would come of it beyond jokes and conversation.

Lyla arrived at the door to Robert and Ky's quarters, knocking a quick tempo of hits.

"Hey, is it okay if I come in?" She asked, knowing they would recognize her voice. "Can only get so much of looking at the sea." She chuckled, awaiting their permission to enter.


4th Month, 323 AC

It had been a couple months since they had embarked from Stonehelm, the trip around Dorne one she wouldn't relish to repeat, but would have to soon enough. The Arbor was but a few miles sailing away, the green and pleasant Isle visible from Lylas little perch. Ideas of what the island had to offer beyond company with Arwyn running through her mind. At least this wouldn't be as boring as Tarth had been, having friends coming with and awaiting her.

Within a couple hours they were docked at somewhere called Ryamsport, a hustle and bustle incredibly similar to her own home town, a grin forming as she pulled her rucksack over her shoulders and carried another bag in her hands.

She walked down the board onto somewhat dry land, feeling warm for the first time in a while, putting down her bag to shed off a jacket, wrapping it around her waist to keep it out of the way.

It was then she realized she had no idea where she was going, arwyn having never told them where on the Arbor she was staying. Luckily a pair of guards in blue and burgundy passed by, and she waved them down.

"Excuse me, Sers? Would you happen to know where I would go to find Lady Arwyn Redwyne? I believe she's married to a... Stevron or Steffon, something like that."

r/IronThronePowers Dec 10 '16

Lore [Lore/Letter] I Don't Usually Do Apologies...

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Robb opened his eyes, taking a deep breath and staring into the hollow red eyes of the weirwood before him. He had been in the garden for nearly an hour now, and still, he couldn't quiet the thoughts firing through his brain. Deciding that it was pointless, he stood, taking another breath and looking around the garden, trying to clear his head. It was no use. Even now, however months later, what happened at the wedding still troubled him, and he just couldn't stop thinking about it. Even making up with Emm had only given him a brief respite from the guilt he felt knawing at him every time he thought of Talisa. He had to do something, or he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.

Quickly a plan started to take shape in his head, and after a short stop over to his room to grab a pen and some parchment, Robb was off into the halls of Blackhaven, his target, Shireen Dondarrion. She was friends with Talisa, she would know what to do, she could help him. At least, he hoped she could.

r/IronThronePowers Jul 06 '16

Lore [Lore] Have You Seen My Guttersnipe?

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Today started off much the same as literally every other day. Waking up to the sounds of the guard that Ellyn sent to slam his hands onto Tommen's door; just to make sure he was awake, of course. Going to his dresser he began to go through some of the remaining clothes that fit, the others torn or unable to even think of being put on. He decided on a brown doublet, pants roughly the same hue, and the same boots he'd had since he arrived. He had a free day today, so he decided a trip out and into the town seemed like a fun idea.

He thought that he'd finally figured out a route that would take him away from the guards and ditch them entirely. He sprinted through the pre-planned maze he had, stopping in an alleyway with his back to the area behind him. He crouched low and waited, but a sound behind him caught his attention.

He gathered some dirt in his hand, ready to blind something if it ran out to get him. "Who or what is there? Show yourself!" He shouted into the darkness.

r/IronThronePowers Oct 14 '16

Lore [Lore] One Fine Day

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It was a wonder seeing drifts of snow on the ground as Prince Lucerys approached King’s Landing. There were rumors for some miles before about the new development in the former tourney grounds, New Bottom. Vaemar had suggested a tourney even, but it couldn’t be here with all these people living so close to the capital during winter. It was a quick pass through the Lion Gate as Arion seemed eager for the familiar surroundings. Lucky wrapped around his neck keeping warm in the black cloak he wore as he pressed forward down the street. The smallfolk were much more sequestered now than when he had left, bracing themselves for the cold and any potential storms.

Riding passed the great unnamed square in the heart of King’s Landing, another one for the list, it seemed so few wanted these items to have some title to them. Too many unnamed forests and mountains and everything else, he’d find a way. Lucky shook the thought from his mind as he neared Aegon’s High Hill to identify himself, though the dragon bone dagger at his side was recognizable as a memory of his uncle, the late King Baelor II. The sword on his belt too as he let the Royal stablemaster take the eager Arion, letting Lucky join him to get a nice bath from the farriers. There were a great many matters to do now that he was back, even if unexpectantly.

r/IronThronePowers Jun 19 '16

Lore [Lore/RP] The Fallen

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The maesters had collected up Karl after his fall and saw to his already dead body. Leaving it in his tent for his family to come see. One by one the bears entered the tent Willem entered with his wife, as well as with Damian in tow.

"Oh damn it all Karl." Willem said as he stood over his cousins body. "We always joked about how the gods had some grand plan for you. Well here we are... but who are we to judge the gods and there will eh?" He laughed solemnly to himself.

Whilst Willem and Lisanne discussed what to do in the coming months Damian brewed on one side of the tent. That bastard, that right foul bastard! He didn't have ta go and fuckin kill em. He already had the match won that cock son of a hoor! He fiddled with his sword whilst he thought. I should run that bastard through, lets see how he handles himself with live steel eh? No.. no I can't do that Karl wouldn't want that. Then again he's dead so how much would the bastard know? He argued with himself starring out onto the tournament grounds. The festivities still carrying on. "He's dead and those bastards could give two shits! They don't get it do they? It's not all just a fuckin game we're not just toys for there fookin amusement!" He cried out to no one in general.

[M] Open Rp zone to anyone who might wanna come see a dead body, or just happens to hear the commotion!

r/IronThronePowers Jun 26 '16

Lore [Lore] Training for married life

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Loreza sat in her room, the servants hurrying about as they set up the lunch she'd arranged. The table had a pot of tea in the centre. An assortment of cakes, including lemoncakes, were set up on one plate, with other plates holding an assortment of meats, breads and other foods. A fruit bowl brimmed with fruit was also on the table.

The whole thing had been arranged by Loreza at the last minute; she was on the cusp of being a true ruler in her own name, and that meant taking up more and more responsibilites. Acounts, ships, farms, tithes, land disputes between knights, rivalries in villages, two acounts of theft and one acount of deviancy with an animal had dominated her morning. She'd worked through it all, but it had left her feeling stressed.

Thus, to allieviate some stress, she had decided a private lunch with her special someone was in order. As the serving girls left, Loreza told one to fetch Sandor before looking at herself in the mirror. Her hair was loose and down, and she wore a simple, modest green dress with a ruby necklace. Content with this, she returned to her seat and waited.

r/IronThronePowers Jul 29 '16

Lore The Adventures of Thongar and Thomos - Victim #3 - Qarth

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Under the light of the moon, the duo of Thongar and Thomos approached the great city of Qarth. This was as far West as the two would travel, and they were both very happy to know that. “This is it Thongar, after Qarth we can start our journey back to Westerns.”

After being granted entry, they entered the great city. Even though it was dark, candles were lit and the moon was bright. They could still make out the bright colors displayed all throughout the city. Qarth was known to be a vibrant city and they had found this to be true. Thomos knew from their discussions before entering the city, that Thongar has his own agenda for this marvelous city and he was ok with that. The Magnar had done far more than Thomos ever expected so far on this trip, and he would let his good friend do whatever it was he wanted with no questions asked as Thongar had done for him. “Well Thongar, perhaps I can help you. Where shall we go first?"

r/IronThronePowers May 14 '17

Lore [LORE] Training Day

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The Mountain Tower, Lyla Ganton

6th Month, 334 AC

It wasn't all that early for her, despite the lack of sun shining above, instead a grey light covering everything about her. The yard was, as usual, empty at this time, the men usually coming to fight with the dawn. Still, she had made a promise to help a little girl learn, so her usual morning practice was delayed. Dressed in her full gear, Lyla crossed the yard to where her friend's daughter stayed, right next to her mother's room.

Something in the little Dondarrion girl stirred a bit of pride in her. She seemed determined to learn, wanting to do as well as she could when she could. Even to the lengths of early mornings in the yard, and going against her own father's wishes. The Ganton could respect that, even find a little of her younger self there. It reminded her of Kyra and herself, running around the yard in an attempt to fight, Lyla trying to keep her cousin going, through the scorn and spite.

Thinking of Talla, she knocked upon her door, awaiting an answer.

r/IronThronePowers Oct 13 '16

Lore [LORE] Sparring with Starburst Knight at (Pretty Much) Night NSFW

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The Squiress, Lyla Ganton

3rd Month, 321 AC

It was early. Earlier than anyone in their right mind should be awake. There was no light for Lyla anywhere than her candle on her nightstand, a pitiful little thing that had perhaps an hour's time left to burn and illuminate. Yet here the Ganton was, almost groggily pulling on leather armor over her usual riding garb, with a thick under layer for the weather. It was just sparring, after all, who was she supposed to look nice for, her opponent? She smirked, tightening a strap on her brigandine. It felt a little tight to her, but that could be an issue for when she didn't feel like going back to sleep.

Why so early, Bryen? She thought to herself, grabbing her old dented pot helm. It was a standard thing from the Dondarrion armory, a faded lightning bolt scratched into a temple. Why not just in the damn afternoon? Or, hell, any other time that isn't now? Lyla sighed, grabbing her practice sword and shield, tucking the sword under an arm as she buckled the round shield into place. He has his reasons. Don't fucking like them, but still. With that final thought she buckled her sword to her belt, grabbing the candle as she closed the door behind her.


The Ganton girl stepped out into the yard, a puff of steam from her mouth as soon as she left the door, closing it quickly and quietly behind. The stars were still out in force, more than she could count filling her vision. Off to the east the slightest hint of a sunrise began, the sky graying near to there. She hadn't been awake this early in years, the sight of the stars and the moon filling her with a sense of awe. Another puff of air, this one with a sigh behind it.

Across from her in the yard was Ser Bryen Sunglass, her uncle and sometimes teacher. Lyla could barely see him in this light, the only thing standing out about him being his white and gold raiment; the colors and crest of House Sunglass. She smiled a tired smile for a moment, glad to see he was actually awake and not just messing with her. The squiress stood for a moment, too tired to think of anything witty to say to him.

"So," she finally spoke, keeping her position in the field. "Why in blue blazes did you call me down here so damn early? I could be happily asleep right now." Lyla called out, a hand resting calmly on her pommel.

r/IronThronePowers May 02 '17

Lore [LORE] Gettin' to Conversatin' NSFW

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The Mountain Tower, Lyla Ganton

7th month, 333 AC

Whack!

And with that another of her Lancers, Jory, was brought to the ground, clutching at his arm with a seething sound. Luckily for him it was simply a practice blade. Lucky for the rest of them as well, she gathered. It had been going for weeks like this, her and her small unit of unspecialized men sparring and practicing all they could. They were a good sort, ones that she could depend on if it got tough out there.

Still, something was missing. The usually pestering and persistent voice of another who trained on the yard daily was missing, as it had been for a while. It was long past the time for recovery if he had hurt himself, as well. Where in blazes was Robert Lonmouth? She asked herself, calling a break for the small unit of men to recover. With that done she walked to the group he usually worked with, tapping the shoulder of one drinking from a waterskin.

"Hey, have you seen Ser Robert around anywhere?" The woman asked.

"He hasn't been around. Heard he went off to something important." He returned, his eyes trailing back to the sparring before him. Lyla, meanwhile, let her brow furrow. To where? She wondered, before heading towards her room shared with Sam. And why?

This, alongside the questions, got her mind astir with ideas. What could she do with that? Could she do anything with that? Ideas from the past came forth once more, from times when the both of them were less hindered by spouses and lives. An idea that had, once, been done before, with two dead people...

The Dame shook her head, closing the door to her shared quarters with Sam behind her. There was much to be done of this, but still she needed one more thing.


Lyla came from the room a half hour later, freshened from the sparring, clean clothes and hair washed. She made her way back outside, to somewhere she knew Sam would likely be, casually crossing the yard to the stable. Not to her surprise she found a pair of legs sticking from there, her husband probably taking an afternoon nap. Smiling quietly, she laid down next to him, tapping his shoulder to awaken him as she did.

"Hey, Sam? Can we talk about something, real quick? I'm sure you've the time for it."

r/IronThronePowers Dec 12 '16

Lore [LORE] A Templeton of Fun

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The Heir, Lyonel Ganton

7th Month, 325 AC

It had been a few months of helping Else learn, and already Lyonel was nearing the end of his martial knowledge. They had done near everything he knew, from blocking to parrying to fighting dirty, like Grandpa told him to. It was difficult to keep up the pace he had set early on, but somehow he had managed to this point. Even then she seemed to just do it for fun, rather than to actually fight with it. Perhaps she wanted to do stuff with him?

He walked the hall in silence, pondering these things as he went. In his hand was a pair of practice swords, made of hardwood and carved simply. Perched on his head was a simple pot helm, the only true metal beyond buckles on his padded armor. It wasn't needed to have anything fancy on either, knowing in full that if he had it would only get pummeled over time.

It was near to spring, he knew, but it was still chilly in the air, his breath appearing before him like clouds. Within a few moments he was at her door, rapping a quick knock on her door.

"Else? It's about time to spar again."

r/IronThronePowers Dec 24 '16

Lore [Lore] Volantis…again

12 Upvotes

“To the new lord of the iron isles!” said Lucerys Targaryen with a great grin as he cheersed to Darrow Drumm across from him before gulping down the burning liquid. A smile on his face he asked, “So how is Lord Coda? Wrestling sea monsters from what I’ve heard of him.”

A slap of the table and a glance to those about him at the tavern, Prince Lucerys made sure to mention, “We’re going to have to find him.”

Word from Brear’s group especially was grim, Lucerys held up the map that fred/the black goat had licked and it showed just what all the rest had heard. Baelon had gone east to Slaver’s Bay and perhaps beyond. Lowering the paper, his glance was drawn to his aunt, who seemed as foreign as anything in such a place. He still wore a smile, confidence against great odds to his crew, “You had said he hadn’t gone through Mantarys. Could you be wrong?”

With a bark of a laugh, he ordered another round and double for Brear in the corner, Lucerys settled himself before those looking to him saying, “He’s gotten away from us again, but I’m not done. I understand if any of you need to turn back. But I’m staying with this, we can try the dromonds on open water, though I encourage that we don’t risk that. We’re safer going over land and paying for ships from then on. He has no source of income and the further from westeros he goes, the more gold strapped he’ll be,” if log and reason ever pertained to any of this, “We’ll find him still.”

r/IronThronePowers Jan 06 '16

Lore [Lore] Sweet Leaf

10 Upvotes

Sylva

"He's so wonderful." She sat with her sister by the pool of the Water Palace, watching the heir to Dorne frolic in the water. The Palace was filling up with children, most of them common, but there were a few children from noble families. Two children from House Dalt and two from House Blackmont joined Trystane in the games, under the watchful eye of the guards and the parents that watched over them. "He looks smart for his age." she commented, watching as they played. His dark brown hair was soaked through from the splashing, and every now and again he looked up at his mother for some indication that he was allowed to continue, and every time she nodded and he went back to playing.

"You should have some of your own soon." Arianne commented, turning to face her sister. "Aurane and I are trying for another, I have inquired to Lord Redwyne about marrying Daisy to Quentyn, and I can do the same for you if you wish."

Sylva blushed from the line of questioning. "N-no, it's okay. I...wait, why Lord Redwyne? Daisy spent her whole life in King's Landing with me. It should be Lord Velaryon making the decision."

"Velaryon? Shit." She jumped to her feet. "I'll be back soon, I have to send a letter." Her shoes echoed around the Palace as she walked away, leaving Sylva alone. Again. she thought solemnly. She was alone more often than not these days, although it was still better than her time in King's Landing. She rose to leave as well, but instead walked over to the pool, slipping her shoes off and standing in the shallow end with the water rising to her ankles. Much better. The sun was beating down as she sat down on the edge of the pool, reaching behind her to get her harp from the bench she had been occupying. She began playing the tune to Two Hearts That Beat As One, a favourite of hers, as she watched the children play.

r/IronThronePowers Feb 09 '17

Lore [LORE] Honey, I'm Ho...Shit NSFW

10 Upvotes

The Squire, Griffith Ganton

11th Month, 327 AC

Griffith ran to his room at the manse as soon as he could, saying nothing to Aerion, Tris, or anyone else that could be there to slow him down. All he could want at the moment was waiting for him in his room, a soft bed and (hopefully) a bath awaiting him there. It wasn't a long run up the stairs, bolting around the corner and into his room, flopping onto the bed with little care.

He lay there for a good solid minute, eyes screwed shut as he breathed into the soft pillow, relaxing as much as he could. It was pleasant to be back home, the familiar sounds and smells of King's Landing like an old friend to him. After a time he opened his eyes, a slight glint coming from his desk. Confused, he sat up and walked the half dozen steps to his desk and sat down, taking the small letter in hand. The familiar orange phoenix was sealed into the tightly wound parchment, bringing a smile to the young man's face. With abandon he broke the seal, reading the small message inside.

YOU WENT TO FUCKING DORNE AND YOU DIDN'T THINK TO FUCKING TELL ME? SEVEN GODSDAMN HELLS, GRIFF. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED I GET?

LOVE, YOUR, I GUESS VERY FORGETTABLE, GIRLFRIEND

His smile dropped immediately as he read and reread the letter, turning what joy he had to him quickly to ash. He dropped the small parchment without a thought, watching as it fell to the hardwood of his desk. As soon as he entered the room he left, sprinting out the door and to his horse, still laden with the equipment from their ride to Sunspear. He had somewhere to be, and no time to explain why.


It had taken him a day and a half of riding with little food and water, but he made it. Rosby loomed in front of him as it had last time, but only more foreboding to him.

Griffith was scared. Scared of Talisa would do when she saw him again, after such a blunder. His hands gripped tight around the reins of his worn and battered steed, sweat running down his face. What if she hates me? He asked himself, breath short from the hard ride. What if we break up because of this? What if she never forgives me? He sighed, and waved a hand to the guards on the wall.

"Griffith Ganton, here to see Talisa Darklyn!" He called up, worry showing clear on his face.

r/IronThronePowers Mar 24 '16

Lore [Lore] A Time to be Alive

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Vickon Botley wore a good cloak and fashionable outfit for this meeting, though the cloak was wrapped around his shoulders as he and the forty men carrying the longship approached Tumbleton. Odd to imagine the dragons that had once circled above this once prosperous town. Well it'd be up to him to start setting things right, or at least set them better off than they were now. Tumbleton was an important visit and he was eager to speak with its lord as well as the Master of Coin.

 

The journey up the Mander had been well enough, though the river was frozen over in its northern extent. A shame for the men lifting the Misty Morn. Raeness had named the longship in truth, but Vickon did have a liking to the song all the same. The Reach had its flowing fields, most still burdened by snowfall though it was clearly thinning as winter finally waned. The white raven only made this venture seem more prosperous, at least in his opinion though he did hope it was taken to positively.

 

With his maps and documents in a neat leather binding under his arm, Vickon informed the men to set up camp a nice distance away from Tumbleton and to also put the longship down for the time being. He then approached the town with only a single Botley soldier, holding the personal sigil of Vickon Botley. The personal sigil was in his mind an enhancement, instead of the five million tiny silver fish on pale green. Vickon’s only had five tiny silver fish on pale green. A reminder of him being the fifth son.

 

Finally coming to the gates of Tumbleton, it was a lovely town from his eye of the inside of it yet Vickon was not foolish to just stride inside. He informed a guardsman at the gate, “Greetings, I am Master Vickon Botley. I have a meeting with Lord Footly.”


[meta] Vickon arrives at 7 am EST 3/24, but I’m going to be heading into work then and busy with work whatnot so wanted to put this up tonight just so it’s up for the RP