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And a heavily taxed Walder Frey has the stone, iron, and vision how exactly?

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Jocelyn is a Westerosi name, actually.

There's a few precedents.


The vision is something he earned around the travels after losing his leg. Stone and Iron are paid by whoever owns the castle... coz if not, no mason would ever work.
@Inkarnate Thanks! I'll be here if there are any things that need fixin'


As an aside I am shaping Walder Frey to be a builder. His prices would not be too outrageous. Since you did mention rebuilding...
@AtomicNut You are not a punching bag, don't take it as such. The only penalty still in effect right now is the tax levy against your bridge tolls. Which is set to expire in 380 AC. (You can always use that in character drive/motivation.) Losing some land hurts, but it isn't as detrimental as that toll fee.

As for your Lannister Freys, here are all who survive.
Genna Lannister, Tywin Frey, Willem Frey, Lyonel Frey, and Walder Frey (Red Walder).

Up to you how succession works after Old Walder died.


I was kidding, dude. It's more the effort of having to get into minced details and think on how to perform tax evasion :P
@AtomicNut A heads up to my House Frey Vassal, refer to my CS sheet for some updated information regarding House Frey, and here are three Frey's you can trace your ancestry back to, when/if you wish to create a family tree.

Perwyn Frey, Alesander Frey, and Olyvar Frey.

I look forward to seeing what you bring to the party.


-groans- Should have gone OC(and avoid being such a blatant Tully punchbag). Also what happened to Genna Lannister's Freys?
Some WIP...

Updated 10/6/19
... Okay, I saw this. I hope I can get something of the sort goin'.


Meredith frowned as she kept eyeing both of her improvised teammates. They were a split second from falling apart, only saved due to the ridiculous endurance both seemed to have against the cultists. It did seem like it was going to be quite a slog, a slow fight where both sides were going to be depleted. Her sight wandered to the center of the arena, where a group of people was taking on the largest clump of cultist mojo she had ever noticed.

And then... a breakthrough. The commander, leader or whatever that was, decided to fold. The attack would not be pressed, they were finally on the retreat. Her eyes wandered to the remaining force of copy magician cultists. She licked her lips, like a predator being shown the weakness of her prey. She almost tried to reach for them. But she stopped. Get a grip, Meredith. You're not a ravenous succubus, even if sucking life essence dry beats any kind of sweet or tasty food. She chastised to herself, before spreading her wings far and wide. Too many things had happened in so little time.

She was tired.

Eyeing both the machine man, and the amorphous being she announced. "Okay, they are leaving. Time for Mer to play nurse. I will be back in a jiffy. Don't uuh... explode... or melt. Or explomelt." She said as she beat her wings towards the gathering of injuried students and teacher of several schools. She drove her claws hard into her arms, drawing blood once more for a large healing demonic rune.
"Senior Alto, I will perform first aid." Meredith say, curtly, as she required the utmost concentration. A few words, and drawing movements later, the large healing energy burst was deployed. "Can't do anything about the Mephisto girl's curse." She muttered, her eyes looking at Bak and her sorry form. And then, as if all of a sudden, she plopped on her butt, sitting with her legs spread. She was surprised how little she cared about her state of dressing now, and she bet that her black underwear was showing through the blood-caked tatters of her St Laurel's uniform.

But she was done for the day, and tired. She breathed in long drawn breaths. "I'm spent." She said to no one in particular.
@Thinslayer

"Except I am no king, just a second Prince, mother." Darvus shook his head. "Gerald is the crown Prince, he is the one destined to do so. In case you have forgotten, I do not deal well with people. And my talents are a pale shade of yours and father. I am weak, young, inexperienced, and I do not have illusions nor dreams." Darvus said as he took the mana gauge, a small, tired smile appearing in his corner.

"If i wasn't able to forgive my own mother for trying to see what's best for me, I'd be hopeless as a human being." He added as he took the pocket watch, and adjusting his belongings began walking to meet the others.

"Still, because I am weak... I keep thinking. And thinking. Until the gears turn. Until the pieces fit." He said before stopping. "I must confess, there's a big shadow of dread in my back. This world... feels wrong, somehow. The fog of ages has probably hidden something dreadful. And that dragon..." He paused.

"Nevermind, that'd be speculation." He shook his head. "No use at this point."
Dropping the rp. Thanks for having me.
Alright I'll accept the characters does anyone have any requests on how they want to start this? I will be free handing a lot of this rp.


Drunk, naked, and with no recollection of the previous night.

Just kidding. Just do whatever
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