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[color=SkyBlue][h1]House Tully of Riverrun[/h1]
[h2]Family, Duty, Honor[/h2][/color]
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[b][color=SkyBlue]House Description:[/color][/b]
[hider=Info]House Tully rose to prominence during Aegon's Conquest, when Lord Edmyn Tully led the rebel riverlords who deserted Harren Hoare, King of the Isles and the Rivers, and instead supported House Targaryen. Following the burning of Harrenhal, Edmyn was rewarded with dominion over the riverlands by Aegon I Targaryen as the first Lord Paramount of the Trident. Despite being their new liege lords, the Tullys fielded smaller armies than the Blackwoods, Brackens, Freys, and Vances. House Tully was also not as wealthy as the Mootons, nor considered as prestigious as the Mallisters.

One of Edmyn's daughters married Lord Quenton Qoherys of Harrenhal, while Edmyn himself served two years as Hand of the King to Aegon the Conqueror, the first King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men. King Aenys I Targaryen relied on the Tullys during the rebellion of Harren the Red, and King Maegor I Targaryen was supported by the Tullys and the Harroways against Prince Aegon Targaryen in the Battle Beneath the Gods Eye. The Tullys later supported Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen against Maegor. Lord Prentys Tully served Jaehaerys I as master of laws, while his wife, Lady Lucinda Tully, led the household for Queen Alysanne Targaryen.

In 101 AC during the Great Council, Lord Grover Tully spoke in favor of Prince Viserys Targaryen over Laenor Velaryon as the successor to Jaehaerys I. During the Dance of the Dragons, the Tullys ruled over, in name at least, the quarrelsome riverlords. The aged Lord Grover wanted to support the greens, but his grandson Elmo and great-grandson Kermit supported the blacks. Elmo led the riverlords to battle on the side of Rhaenyra during the Second Battle of Tumbleton. His grandfather died soon after, and Elmo himself followed his grandfather to the grave forty-nine days later. His young son Kermit led the Lads and slew Lord Borros Baratheon in the Battle of the Kingsroad. Kermit's brother, Ser Oscar Tully, founded the Stormbreakers.

Riverrun is the ancestral castle of House Tully, the Lords Paramount of the Trident. It is situated in the western riverlands, at the confluence of the Tumblestone and Red Fork rivers. Riverrun is north of Pinkmaiden and northwest of Acorn Hall. The castle sits along the river road, an easy ride which links Lannisport and the crossroads. It is a strong three-sided castle, although not especially large. It is a tenth the size of Harrenhal.Riverrun is bordered on the north by the Tumblestone and on the south by the Red Fork, while on the west a third side faces a massive man-made ditch. In time of danger the sluice gates can be opened to fill a wide moat and leave the castle surrounded on all three sides by water, turning Riverrun into an island and leaving it practically unassailable. It commands a view of many leagues.

The riverlands is a central region of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, consisting of the rich, fertile, and populous areas around the three forks of the Trident and the northern Blackwater Rush. At the time of Aegon's Conquest the riverlands and the Iron Islands were ruled by House Hoare, the Kings of the Isles and the Rivers, although native river kings ruled centuries earlier.

Because of their central position in Westeros and lack of natural boundaries, the riverlands have been a frequent battleground. The people of the riverlands are known as "rivermen" or occasionally "riverlanders", and they are a mixture of hardy warriors, peaceful fisherfolk and devout smallfolk. Their lords have a reputation for being notoriously quarrelsome, and are referred to as "river lords". Noble bastards born in the riverlands are given the surname Rivers.

The riverlands are ruled from Riverrun by House Tully, the Lords Paramount of the Trident. Notable houses of the region have included Blackwood, Bracken, Darry, Frey, Lothston, Mallister, Mooton, Mudd, Piper, Ryger, Strong, Vance, and Whent.[/hider]


[h3][b][color=SkyBlue]Recent History:[/color][/b][/h3]
Lord Kermit ruled the Riverlands through the end of the Dance into general prosperity and peace, at least for the riverlands. While his bannermen held greater wealth or could call up more men, Kermit sought to bind them through marriage and respect. The quarrelsome Brackens and Blackwoods would remain a thorn in his side, yet with his own marriage and those of his children, he kept the peace even through the tumultuous reign of Aegon IV. 

House Tully, though, has cracked beyond easy repair. Some smallfolk say it is a curse from the woman Ser Oscar left behind when he left for Essos. With the death of two sons, grandsons, and a son to take the black, House Tully was left to a man most unfit to rule. While Lord Kermit could have done more, perhaps, he was still a father with too much faith in his son. Naming Medgar as heir was perhaps Kermit’s greatest error in his long reign. Plenty pay lip service to their liege lord or peer, but few can claim to actually respect the man. Many hope, some in secret, some blatantly, that a young Ronnel inherits with his uncle Merrett as regent. 

[b][color=SkyBlue]Family Members:[/color][/b][List]
[*]Lord Medgar Tully
[*]Lady Rhialta Tully (nee Manderly)
[*]Lady Ravella Tully
[*]Ronnel Tully, a boy of 6 and heir to Riverrun
[*]Ser Merrett the Mild, the youngest of Kermit's sons, currently at Stokeworth
[*]Garth Rivers
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[center][color=SkyBlue][h3]Medgar Tully[/h3]
Lord Paramount of the Riverlands
Medgar the Massive
The Fleshy Fish[/color][/center]
[b][color=SkyBlue]Age:[/color][/b] 62 (born 140AC)

[b][color=SkyBlue]Appearance:[/color][/b]
[indent]Lord Tully’s weight cannot be overstated. Now approaching his elder years, he is frequently unable to carry himself more than a few steps, instead requiring servants to carry him to another room when he needs to leave his chambers. While he has earned his moniker, some of his other contorsions are due to the mysterious ailment no maester was able to diagnose. His eyes, once sparkly blue, are sunk into his face. His skin is either greasy with sweat or dry and flaking. He bears a perpetual look of self-disgust.[/indent] 

[b][color=SkyBlue]Description & biography:[/color][/b]
[indent]Medgar was never supposed to be Lord Paramount. At times it seems as though it were his first memory. He never cared for his studies with the septon, maester, nor armsmaster. He cared little for women, never wished to wed, never wished to spread his seed nor sire children. He was a sickly child who grew into a rotund adolescent and never stopped widening into his adulthood. Nothing else could sate him like a hot meat pie, or glistening slices of fatty goose. He had no natural gifts, no ambition. He often hoped the ailments that plagued him would take him. Yet Malwyn died and he lived. Mordyn died and he lived still. His father told him to go to Oldtown, to take a vow to the Seven, to take the fucking Black. 

Medgar had no desire to rule, but he had less of a desire to do anything at all. Surely he too would die and Myles would inherit. Instead, it was Myles forced to take the Black for accidentally killing his betrothed’s cousin. Instead, it was Medgar who wed Rhialta Manderly. He would marry the woman, or he too would take the black. Marriage was less work than traveling that far north to be that cold all the time. He married her but would not put a child in her. His wife, to anyone paying attention, was faithful to her duties. She attended  him several times a week in his bedchambers. Not many months after their wedding, she gave birth to Ravella. 

Some talked and made suggestions, yet as a daughter, with one remaining son able to inherit after Medgar, the talk remained whispered only. Issues over inheritance only came to a head again when young Ronnel appeared at court in 197AC. Though Rhialta had faithfully shared her husband’s chambers once per month, no other child had ever grown in her until the year she had disappeared with Ravella. 

Medgar paid no attention to any of it. When his father died in 190AC he stayed in his rooms for nearly a month. He received visitors and bannermen reluctantly. Yet those who managed to see him found him to be easily manipulated, if also petulant and petty. His ambitious lords, his nefarious lords, were quick to take advantage. The Riverlands, which his father had done so much to build and care for for decades, began to crack and crumble. Medgar’s advisors, those that remained, do what they can to patch the damage inflicted by a negligent lord. 

Most notably, though many of his bannermen made their way to Summerhall at the invitation of the Targaryen prince, Medgar did not want to attend, nor did he want his family to go and return with more petitions. All were barred from attending.[/indent]
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[center][color=SkyBlue][h3]Ravella Tully[/h3][/color][/center]
[b][color=SkyBlue]Age:[/color][/b] 28 (born 174AC)

[b][color=SkyBlue]Appearance:[/color][/b]
[indent]Ravella is short, with few of the Tully characteristics. She shares much with her mother, hair dark but devoid of all but a glimmer of red, her eyes a warm chestnut, not blue. It would be hard to find Medgar anywhere within her pleasant features or mannerisms. Because of her mother’s influence, she is reserved in her dress.[/indent]

[b][color=SkyBlue]Description & biography:[/color][/b]
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While Ravella’s birth may have cast doubts on her parentage, she was largely shielded from it as a child. Her grandsire, Lord Kermit, ensured she received a proper upbringing as her father would not. She spent years of her early adolescence touring the Tully bannerman houses, to strengthen ties through friendship with the river lords’ daughters or sisters. Her mother’s religious zeal for the Faith was never distant, and though she was present in her daughter’s life, she sought to influence her daughter to a chaste life, to join the Faith as she wished she had. 

Kermit would not hear of it, and before he died, he had arranged a good match for the girl with one of Lord Darry’s sons. Lord Kermit died before the betrothal could be agreed upon in full. Medgar ignored it for months, his advisers claiming it as a period of mourning, until at last there was little they could do except send their apologies and weak excuses for why the two could not be wed. Ravella was not displeased about it, a girl of only six and ten, yet the slight her father paid his bannerman was a mark against her as well. 

With her father in control of Riverrun, she found herself increasingly isolated. She no longer traveled, and her mother’s absence was felt more strongly. Rhialta would leave to tour septs or break bread with cloistered septas, leaving her daughter alone in the Riverrun’s chaotic halls. Instead, Ravella took to wandering her family’s lands. In one of these walks, she had a chance encounter, a beautiful melody of despair and longing emerged from the reeds and drew her in. The girl was besotted before she ever saw his face. Garth, her granduncle’s bastard’s bastard. She knew of him, the man who took to calling himself Ser Fishbones. With childish naivete, she thought of herself as his muse and gave in too willingly to the inappropriate affair.  

While the truth of what happened remains murky, a few details were accepted by the court. A man, barely more than a commoner, was accused of being Ravella’s lover. He bled and died for the slight. Not long after, Ravella came down with an illness. Before it could become too obvious that she grew heavy with a child, Rhialta spirited her away, leaving Riverrun for nearly a year. When they returned, it was with a baby boy. Rhialta presented him at court, naming him Medgar’s son and heir to Riverrun. There were loud whispers, but Medgar would not refute the claim and his advisers were gleeful at having an heir no matter the questions it raised. 

Ravella remains closer to the boy that many find typical. She keeps a small book with her, full of poetry and songs by some nameless bard, writings that bring a small smile to her lips or to cause a few tears to well up, sometimes both. Now passing twenty-eight namedays, she has resigned herself to a life of solitude and of the being the river maiden.[/indent]
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[center][color=SkyBlue][h3]Garth Rivers[/h3][/color][/center]
[b][color=SkyBlue]Age:[/color][/b] 37 (born 165AC)

[b][color=SkyBlue]Appearance:[/color][/b]
[indent]attractive bastard[/indent]

[b][color=SkyBlue]Description & biography:[/color][/b]
[indent]Ser Oscar Tully had always liked to cast his rod and bait among the realm’s women, usually reeling in quite the catch. There were few enough whom he thought of a week after, yet the rake had made sure that Edmyn (Garth’s father) was recognised his son. Then, he abandoned him for his Essosi adventures and life as a mercenary captain. The boy grew up to be a chip off the old block: proud, wont to fight and fuck. In true emulation of his sire, he himself begot a son – and possibly more – out of wedlock. Edmyn’s bastardised Tully charm won him a taste of Gysella Cox, with another apple not falling far from the tree.

Garth was born a right bastard (a [i]bastard’s[/i] bastard even – and so a bastard twice over), into a family riven by disaster and riddled with discord. Gone were the days of ease and comfort brought about by Kermit’s deft rule and Oscar’s martial prowess. As Kermit’s years advanced, his judgment waned, naming the least suited of his progeny heir. To be fair to the Old Lad, there was little in the way of proper candidates as scandal and misfortune sheared House Tully of its finest members. The intricate web woven through marriages and diplomacy frayed, and the friendships and glories of the past were ignored.

Growing up on the periphery of Riverrun’s court allowed Garth more liberties than most. From a young age he read as much as he played, often sneaking out with one of the Maester’s books to read on the riverbank. His favourites were compendia of bardic prose and minstrel’s songs which prompted an adolescent squire to start compiling texts of his own. The words Garth commits to paper speak of a surprisingly old soul feeling deeply about the world. These revelations were never intended for an audience other than himself, and the only occasions when the words were sung was when he lounged by himself in the sun among the reeds.

Garth was restless if not rebellious and wild, leaving the white walls of the Tully keep behind him as he traipsed the countryside… but only after having stirred up trouble and mischief. Slippery as an eel, Garth complied with whatever punishment was doled out when caught. However, there was not much which could apparently touch him. Though there was one who managed to pluck the strings of his heart… and breeches.

Illicit affairs cause great excitement, and Ravella and he tasted of forbidden fruit in the pursuit of delight. They were one another’s escape from Medgar’s gloom and dourness creeping from the stone and mortar of Riverrun. To Garth, their ongoing torrid tryst is a vital adventure, and the fact that Rhialta became involved in the conspiracy only added to the thrill.

Because of his status as a bastard, and the aloof attitude of Medgar and his advisers, Garth changed the inverted Tully arms into those of a fish carcass. He participated in local tourneys as Ser Fishbones and greedily gobbled up the antipathy it conjured up. It was one way of making up for the lack of attention he received as a child. Garth’s innate melancholy goes hidden behind a mask of mirth.
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