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My Brother's Keeper - A Song Of Ice and Fire Blackfyre Rebellion RP

Lord Armond Caswell - Bitterbridge Keep, Council Chamber

Lord Armond sat in his chair uneasily before the larger elegant table centered in the room. He took a small sip of his Arbor Red, before setting the ornate goblet down. Clearing his throat, the Lord of Bitterbridge looked to his advisors before looking back at the large unrolled map on the table. He couldn't help but notice that large portions of the Reach were in open rebellion, chief among the rebels being House Peake to the south and House Ambrose immediately to the north. Sighing, Lord Armond still had yet to hear if his liege lord, House Tyrell had sent any word as to what they expected of their vassals who had both remained loyal to the Tyrells and to House Targaryen. Hoping that he could still bide his time, he chose to heed the words of his advisors, all of an age similar to him, to continue stockpiling supplies, primarily food and fodder for any extended marches, and to slowly call the levies to muster.

Lord Armond beckoned his maester over, so that he could send messages to what he hoped were still loyal houses, chief among them being House Merryweather, lessers being House Leygood and Fossoway. "Maester Orrell" a short pause for a sip of wine, "Please send word to Houses Merryweather, Leygood, and Fossoway, proclaiming our loyalty to King Daeron II and inviting them to rally forces and supplies here in Bitterbridge. We loyal await orders from either the King or Lord Tyrell." Lord Armond drained his goblet, nodded to his advisors, before retiring to his personal chambers.

Lord Armond sat in the candlelit room, musing to himself. In his mind, he saw House Peake, Ambrose, Vyrwell, and others as disloyal traitors, and as such, he'd need to keep an eye out for raiders and outriders, as their lands were the closest to his own. For now, still no word as to what the perfidious Hightowers were going to do, aside from Lord Jon Hightower, per rumors, was a bit off his rocker. A problem for another time, though history for his own family reminded Lord Armond to both distrust the Hightowers and loathe them. His only other concern was that of his hot blooded nephew, but he was sure Ser Ryam would, begrudgingly remain loyal to his rule and that of their oaths.

Ser Ryam Caswell - Village of Knettshall

Ser Ryam stood in a circle of his most trusted fellow knights, upjumped hedge knights as his uncle mockingly referred to them. Fifteen armored men carefully checked their provisions and gear, before Ser Ryam spoke aloud, "The Old Centaur may sit and drink, counting bushels of corn and grain from the comfort of his lavish hall, but we shall ride out and find both glory and honor in this new age. House Peake has openly declared for the Black Dragon, and so have Houses Ambrose and Vyrwell. We have options of who we choose to throw our lot in with." The gathered knights nodded their head, some speaking softly their agreement. Ser Ryam spoke again, making sure his armor was properly fastened. "I say we ride for the Peake lands, and offer our services to them. Better to fight a bit farther from home, and not earn the ire of our neighbors. Plus, we can better blend into a larger host than act as mere raiders from the woods. Ser Theo, gather the men, we shall ride out within the hour."

Ser Theo Rivers bowed his head, before hurrying out to give orders to the Sergeants and other men of note. The "Wardens of the Rose Fords" would ride out to battle, and per their leader and captains, it would be for the Blackfyres. An hour would pass, the sellsword company assembled, all 150 mounted men, and with a bit of fanfare, they road out of Knettshall to the south, aiming for the lands of House Peake.

My Brother's Keeper - A Song Of Ice and Fire Blackfyre Rebellion RP

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My Brother's Keeper - A Song Of Ice and Fire Blackfyre Rebellion RP

House Caswell

House Seat : Bitterbridge

Defender of the Fords

House History:

Tracing its lineage back to times of Old, House Caswell has long served under the banners of the Tyrells, and the Targaryens, maintaining stewardship over Bittebridge, their portion of the Roseroad, and the lands surrounding the Mander in their fiefdom. Notable moments in history include the Battle Beneath the Gods Eye (43 AC), where Lord Caswell joined Lord Merryweather and Peake in marching from the Reach to add their levies to King Maegor I Targaryen’s host against Prince Aegon the Uncrowned, and the Dance of Dragons (129 - 131 AC) where Lord Allun Caswell refused to renounce his allegiances to Rhaenyra Targaryen and was executed by King Aegon II Targeyen, and later on, Tom Flowers, younger brother to Lord Allun, fought at the Battle on the Honeywine, leading House Caswell forces before their defeat by Prince Daeron the Daring and his dragon Tessarion. This had the ill effect of the eventual sack of Bitterbridge, under the command of Lord Ormund Hightower, due to the unfortunate death of Prince Maelor Targaryen, leading to Lady Caswell surrendering the castle and committing suicide. (Her children were spared and taken as prisoners, the garrison was not). Lastly, the rise of Ser Ryam Caswell - the Black Centaur as he calls himself - and the creation of “The Wardens of the Rose Fords” (190 AC), a mercenary company consisting of roughly 75 mounted men at arms, a smattering of Hedge Knights (25), and another 50 or so Mounted Yeomen Archers, that fight for ‘glory’ and riches. They’ve based themselves out of the Village of Knettshall, along with the fortified Motte and Bailey that serves as their home base. (A small village under the rule of House Caswell)
House Caswell has dominion over the prosperous farmlands and fields that extend out from Bitterbridge (both the castle and the settlement) and the small town of Cedgrove, with the Landed Knightly family of House Medwick, and the villages of Coltishall and Knettshall. Their primary sources of income come from taxes and tolls upon trade over Bitterbridge, farming, and a modest timber and mining claim in the village of Coltishall.
As for military might, House Caswell and levy roughly 2750 men between the garrison of Bitterbridge and the local levies of Bitterbridge proper (Castle and Settlement) along with being able to call another 350 more men from their few vassals and surrounding villages. (The Wardens of the Rose Ford answer to Ser Ryam Caswell first, and will follow him where he decides.)

Recent History//Current Situation:

As it stands, the Lord of House Caswell has openly declared for House Targaryen, due more in part to that of his liege lord, House Tyrell, declaring for King Daeron II Targeryen. Lord Armond Caswell has called to muster roughly 25% of his levies, maintaining a defensive posture of his lands and the Roseroad. An old man, he perhaps fears open battle, and with the stories of the Sack of Bitterbridge, he appears to not be aiming to join in battle without the support of his stronger liege Lord, House Tyrell. For now, the old man bides his time, storing provisions and supplies for the time he must leave the comfort of his castle and march upon the field of battle.

In contrast to his elderly uncle, Ser Ryam Caswell chafes under the inability of his liege lord and uncle to choose a path to walk and lead from. Moreso, is the “Black Centaur’s” desire for change, being a man in search of more than what fate and the Seven have given him. Rumors speak of the whispered wonders if he should declare for Daemon Blackfyre, and seek to put his branch of the Caswell family as the rulers of Bitterbridge.

Prominent Family Members:

• Lord Armond Caswell: Lord of House Caswell, 54 years of age, a cautious man who has helped to rebuild his family’s seat after the Sack of Bitterbridge, after the rule of his own father. An anointed knight, well into the later half of his life, he seeks to do his best to keep the Blackfyre Rebellion a far off war, but is loyal to his liege lord, the Tyrells. Having yet to commit any forces to the war, he hasn’t been idle, choosing to stockpile resources and supplies, awaiting the command to march out… or rather, hoping that command may not come. While not necessarily a coward, Lord Armond would rather enjoy a good feast and a summer fair than the field of battle and all that entails.
  
  Lord Armond

  
• Lady Alysanne Caswell (Merryweather): Wife to Lord Armond, quiet and pious, enjoys knitting and looking after her children.
• Lady Elyse Caswell (Meadows): Elderly mother to Lord Armond, a withered crone who tends to her gardens and chooses to spend time with her grandchildren.
• Joffrey Caswell: A young boy, five but hopes to become a knight one day.
• Cleyton Caswell: A young boy, three.
• Lady Myrielle Caswell (Fossoway): Ser Ryam’s mother, aging and currently away visiting family at Cider Hall.
• Ser Ryam Caswell: Known as the “Black Centaur” along with his own sigil and colors, Ser Ryam, 26, remains unmarried and is eager to distinguish himself as both a warrior and leader. He chafes under the rule of his uncle, seeing the man as a fool and coward. He enjoys the freedom of battle that riding in a saddle can bring, rather than the tedium of his uncle's feasts and fairs. He created his own free company, “The Wardens of the Rose Ford” and prefers the camaraderie of battle brothers over the perfumed ponces that prance about Bitterbridge and other castles of the Reach.
  
  The Black Centaur

  
• Lady Delena Caswell: Younger sister to Ser Ryam, 16, and yet to be betrothed. Currently with her mother at Cider Hall, but deeply loves her brother and hopes that he can find purpose in his life.
  
  Lady Delena

  

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My Brother's Keeper - A Song Of Ice and Fire Blackfyre Rebellion RP

Ezekiel, may I humbly join this? Either as a small role (A knight, or a minor house?)

A Song Of Ice And Fire : A War And Nine Crowns

Roger that sir, if you're still accepting, I'd be thrilled to create a character for this endeavor.

A Song Of Ice And Fire : A War And Nine Crowns

What is the current status of this project? I see folks have posted relatively recently, but others seem to be around a month ago.

Calling All Heroes and Villains!

Ya'll still accepting new characters by chance, or has this become a closed endeavor?

A Song Of Ice And Fire : The Swords And Stars

House Celtigar

House Celtigar

House Celtigar rules Claw Isle, an island in the narrow sea off the coast of Crackclaw Point. The Celtigars are historically sworn to Dragonstone within the Crownlands. House Celtigar is an ancient and proud house, with the blood of old Valyria in its veins. Lord Crispian Celtigar served as master of coin to King Aegon I Targaryen, while Lord Alton Celtigar served as Hand of the King to Aegon I Targaryen. The Celtigars claim dominion over Crackclaw Point, but the inhabitants do not acknowledge their claim. When they surrendered peacefully to Queen Visenya Targaryen during the Aegon's Conquest, the people of Crackclaw were officially freed from pledging fealty to anyone but the Iron Throne. The Celtigars occasionally send men there to collect taxes. If Lord Celtigar sends enough collectors, a few come back to him.

Recent History
House Celtigar has remained staunchly loyal to House Targaryen, going so far as to send levies to help defend King Aenys against the Faith Militant Uprising. As the fortunes of House Targaryen rapidly went from bad to worse, Lord Edwell and Ser Viserys Celtigar, wielder of the famed Valyrian Steel Axe Crab Pincer, vowed to defend their rightful sovereign to the bitter end. To that end, Ser Viserys sailed forth to King's Landing to help suppress the traitorous Faith Militant uprising, leading a cadre of knights to ensure the Red Keep remained firmly in the hands of House Targaryen. With the line of succession now falling to Maegor Targaryen, Viserys and Edwell both look to their Prince for direction in these trying times.

Family Members of Note

• Lord Edwell Celtigar - GM Controlled Character
• Ser Viserys Celtigar - Younger brother, PC controlled
• Terrance Celtigar - Heir to House Celtigar

Ser Viserys Celtigar

Age: 20 - Born in 22 AC
Description & biography: WIP

Precipice Of War: The Reboot of a Reboot

Propaganda in the Jungle - The Rebel Cause.

"General de Peralta!" The radio man yelled from his covered dugout. He frantically beckoned his commander over as he switched the broadcast from the headset to the speakers they had requisitioned from a burned out outpost. The look on his face was that of scared kid, but de Peralta placed his hand on his left shoulder to reassure him. "You are doing great solider. Turn up the volume, let all the men hear it, let the world hear the lies of El Presidente Trujillo. There can be no doubt in who we are fighting against." de Peralta stood back up, and listened to the broadcast being transmitted from Santo Domingo that very moment.

A male and female broadcaster duo were speaking very tersely, with a slight tinge of fear in their voices. 'Good and smart. Using a woman will help garner sympathy from the Westerners no doubt. Though the fear... I wonder if that is from what they are reading, or if that fat pig Trujillo has gunmen in the room with them.'

"Proud people of Hispaniola, of the Dominican Republic, rejoice and know that Presidente Trujillo stands with you against these rebel defilers. Take faith and comfort in knowing your loyal soldiers and marines are here to protect you. The Government has always had your best interest at heart. We have cared for you through the storms of both nature and man, and here we still stand with you." The man had spoken first, a strong and proud voice, before inviting the woman to speak.

"Your proud soldiers and marines fight in the North against the rebels, a pack of wild dogs without a master. Our sons, fathers, brothers, uncles, our proud men of the uniform can not fight without your support, as without us, they have but naught to fight for. Our soldiers, sworn by duty and oath to our Presidente, fight against barbaric monsters who seek to enslave our proud and free people. It is with a heavy heart that I must report to you these harrowing reports from the front, with permission from the military and Presidente Trujillo himself, to show you who we are fighting against."

One of the other radio operators called de Peralta over, having him listen in to a military channel they had tapped into via the outpost's telephone wires. "Yes, your orders are to seal off the ports and airfields. Presidente Trujillo's orders. No one is to leave the country. He and his commanders have issued strict travel orders as well, the people are to stay at their places of residence when not at work. Just get it done, General Garza already sacked two colonels who questioned the orders."

de Peralta shook his head in disgust, before listening back in to the propaganda broadcasts. He even agreed with his enemy on some level, using the civilians as shields against his invasion, and ensuring that no one could flee from the conflict. All about control with Trujillo, a man gone mad with power and his iron grip upon the people.

"It's truly terrible. Rape! Murder! Torture! Daily executions of loyal soldiers they capture! There have even been isolated reports that they are eating the hearts of captives to absorb their strength! People of Hispaniola, we can not let these devil worshipers into our midst. Together as one nation, we must fight against them, and repel them back into the sea." The woman finished speaking, even sounding as though she had been crying as she turned the broadcast back over to the man.

"And yet, sadly, there are some among our great people who do not march with us. Their voices raised in dissent and opposition. Rebel sympathizers and traitors! Soft minds that take the words of the Rebels for truth! Policía de Hierro are our guiding shepherds, these brave and noble men who seek out those who bear the seeds of rebellion in their hearts and question the way of Presidente Trujillo. To those of rebel sympathy, and to those who harbor sympathizers, hear this: Would you have us embrace the very monsters that seek to enslave us? Would you make us lay down our rifles and surrender our armor, stark naked before a force that wishes only death for us? Peace is something we all desire, none greater than Presidente Trujillo, but the rebels would make it the peace of the grave! Shattering our nation's spirit and burning us to ashes, our wives and daughters enslaved, our sons and fathers entombed! Beware the puppets amongst us, sons and daughters of Hispaniola! Know them, and spite them! Give them no succor or shelter! If any one of you doubts the fidelity of another, be it neighbor, brother, parent, or child, speak! It is the sworn duty of the Policía de Hierro to isolate and re-educate these misguided souls. To bring them back to our fold. Expunge their weakness for the greater good!" The man spoke in a fiery tone, as though he were giving a religious sermon rather than reading the news. He had finished, saying something to the effect of 'My apologies...'

The woman spoke up again, the sound of tears almost in her eyes personified into her voice. "I understand why people won't forget their pain, the loved ones we've lost, the countless innocents slaughtered by the rebels. We must never forget that these rebels are the same snakes driven from our great lands nearly thirty years ago. We must never forget. These men are no longer our friends, family, they are no longer our people. They make their pithy, mewling claims of liberty and righteousness, and all the while, they look upon the face of our brave and noble soldiers with loathing and disgust. The enemy sees your soldiers as prey, livestock fit only for killing. To the foe we are less than human, but they will learn their mistake, my people. We do not suffer the fox and the snake who threaten our chickens, nor shall we suffer the rebels who eat the hearts of men."

The broadcast ended there, outside of some updates on commodities being rationed, the power grid needing to be conserved, and the other litany of governmental control over its people.

Rebel support amongst the people - The Northern Front

General Corso was helping to oversee the distribution of captured arms and munitions to locals that had been flocking to their cause. Already, he had seen some two thousand men alone come over to them, and their stories had been a variation of the same tale. 'Presidente Trujillo was a brutal dictator, having sold his own people out to foreign capitalist investors, with his cadre of secret police meting out beatings, imprisonments, and executions to any who did not subjugate themselves to his regime.' They knew support for them would be greatest in the North and the South-West, but even this had not been expected. There was even the two battalions that had defected to the rebel cause. The Major and Lieutenant-Colonel of their respective battalions held no love for Trujillo, both of whom had lost family members to the Policía de Hierro roundups throughout the years. They had spoke to General Corso about the conditions of the army, with those closer to the capital receiving preferential treatment, better supplies, gear, food, pay, while those in countryside appeared to be an inconvenient after thought.

Together with the incoming local militias, and the defectors, General Corso was planning to push South over the Cordillera Central and seize control of San Juan de la Maguana and its vital airfield. With the jungles for cover, and now local knowledge of the terrain, the plan was in motion to be carried out in less than twelve hours. General de Peralta had given his blessing, and would continue the fight East, San Francisco de Macoris and Concepcion de la Vega needed to fall to ensure full control of the Northern sector. He had his own fight to trudge through, and now it was General Corso's turn to bring glory to the Guarda Coasta.

Precipice Of War: The Reboot of a Reboot

The Jungles of Eastern Hispaniola

It was hot and painfully humid. Nothing had gone as planned thus far. Sure, the storm had sent the army regulars scrambling for their barracks, but it has also scattered the planes far and wide. de Peralta's own plane had to make an emergency landing in a river, nearly ripping off the right wing in the process. He drank from his canteen, sweat dripping down his face as he tried to get the radioman's attention. Six days ago, that was how long it had been since landing. His own weapon lay discarded somewhere in the jungle, a fallen enemy's rifle now firmly clutched in his hands. The radioman finally came darting over, his beret tucked into the shoulderboard of his uniform. The radio crackled and hissed as it came to life, frantic chatter coming over the waves as de Peralta ordered the net cleared. He had to wait a few moments as different commanders barked orders, before the chatter died down aside from the occasional cross feed of the enemy communications.

"Enemy forces around Moca are in full retreat. Keep pressing east towards San Francisco de Macoris. Bring forward captured enemy armor, and use it to take Concepcion de la Vega. I know you are tired, and I know you are hurting. We are all in this together, and we shall win our home back. Listen to your commanders, the enemy has fight in them still. Peralta out." He handed the set back to the radioman, before turning to join the firing line once more, taking shots at the rapidly retreating regime forces. Ducking down, a shower of earth filled the air as a rifle grenade slammed into the ground nearby. All Peralta could think was, "This must surely be hell, war is hell..."