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Okay, I thought a player was still needed. I will go for different characters then.
Since no one showed interest, I will create some Martell characters.
I also want to have one or two characters of lesser standing, perhaps in the service of another house/character.

As a roleplayer I like plans going right as much as I like plans going wrong, so if any of you have an idea of how to interact with Dorne and the Martells, both in their favour or plotting against them, let me know. I have no special attachment to the lives of any of the characters I create or the fate of Dorne... Want to do something covertly, send an assassin, stage a coup, steal the prince's favourite underwear? Just send me a message and I'm sure we can create something interesting.

If it is fun and it makes sense I will probably be up for it.
REPUBLIC OF UCHU




Nukes in progress



I was thinking about this for the Big Commie


Welly well well

Let me check my schedule
King's Landing


A day after the Lads crushed the Baratheon army ten times their size, a messenger reached Lord Kermit Tully and informed him of the death of King Aegon II. The war was over, but Kermit felt no relief or satisfaction. His father still lay dead, his friends still buried next to the field of yesterday’s battle, and the Riverlands still lay burnt and plundered. The war had become his life and his revenge. In his first battle Kermit was scared to death, barely able to keep his sword hand steady before the adrenaline kicked in. It did not take long for fear to be replaced anger as the war progressed. Anger soon made way for anticipation and even excitement as Lord Kermit began to long for battle and the opportunity to soak the ground with greens blood.

Certainly friends and acquaintances who recognised his blood thirst were worried, but soon most of them passed away. At the Battle of the Kings Road, his moment of greatest glory, Kermit was no longer a young squire, or even a young knight, taking orders from wiser men. Instead he was Lord of Riverrun, leading his own army of veteran warriors, flanked by commanders his own age and even younger. Before the battle he had already become a good fighter and one of the key blacks commanders. After the battle word spread quickly of the exploits of Kermit and his Lads. His soldiers were skilled, disciplined and loyal. In a way Kermit regretted having to end his campaign.

The Lads linked up with the Stark host of untrained men and boys, but sent out part of their force back to the Riverlands to restore law and order. Kermit’s mother Lady Lanna and his uncle Ser Osryk would return with around 2000 men to remind all Riverlords of the continuing Tully dominion and all bandits of Tully justice. As the host reached King’s Landing, Kermit, his cousin Ser Erryk, Benjicot Blackwood, and 70 skilled soldiers left the remained of the troops camped outside and entered the city. If it wasn’t for the Tully banners few would have recognised the Lads, but even though they were met largely with silence, some hushed voices could be heard as they rode past. As they entered the Red Keep they were still clad in the armour they had worn during the Battle of the Kings Road with the blood and mud purposefully left on.

After the Starks finished making small talk of wolves and arrests, Kermit Tully spoke up. Though the king was only a year younger than his friend and commander Ben Blackwood, it was clear that he was still a child and would have little say in what was to come. Despite this fact, Kermit’s pride kept him from holding his tongue. The Starks had come in clean and proper, their troops merely weary and muddy from a long journey. However, Kermit had instructed his troops to keep the blood on their armours and swords. In a sea of unbloodied and green northmen, the blood of the enemies would be a powerful symbol to show the sacrifices made by the riverlanders and the power of the Tullys.

“My king.” He said with a smile. “It is good to finally see the man we put on the throne.”

“The responsibilities of a ruler are many, and much will be asked of you. Know that you will always have the support of the Tullys and the riverlands. Some will come asking for favours, others will even dare to come with demands.”

Though he spoke in earnest, his words were meant just as much for the boy king as they were for the Starks and others still in the room.

“Many men had to die in this war. Many I had to kill myself.” He continued as he dramatically gripped the hilt of his bloodied sword. “Wealthy nobles, powerful lords, intimidating men… or women” He said as he shot a quick glance at Sela Stark. “will use their power to sway you. As you consider justice and peace in the realm, consider too who are truly deserving of the favour of His Grace.”

The Northmen host had warmly welcomed and celebrated the Lads as the two armies linked up but for Kermit a certain tension remained. The green men and boys that missed out on their chance for battle seemed jealous of the riverland soldiers, but none seemed to understand the losses that they suffered. The Lads had not become commanders by choice but by inheritance. Entire villages were burnt down and entire families slaughtered. However, this was not what had worried Kermit. Too late for the war, the Starks would soon be in King’s Landing to do as they see fit, backing up their demands with their army. The young Tully lord had little experience in politics, but he would make sure that he would receive what he deserved.
Busier than I planned. I think I will only be able to get a post up next week. Hope to finish my sheet this week though.
My sheet should be finished tomorrow.
Clement

Septon of the Starry Sept, member of the Most Devout

Age: 56
Appearance: TBD

Personality:

Clement is known as a man of dedication and ritual almost to the point of compulsion. Already in his days as a brown brother he would start every day with exactly one hour of prayer before breaking fast with only bread and water. When not called to religious duties, Clement spends most of his morning buried in books of theology and philosophy. In the afternoons he often delivers sermons and leads prayer, in particular to the Crone, or wanders the streets giving alms to the poor.

His scholarly work and keen sense of administration has earned Clement the respect of fellow godsworn while his piety and patience earned him the trust of smallfolk and nobles alike during his time as Septon in Oldtown. To many he is known as scholarly, patient and devout but those close to him may recognise a worryingly vindictive streak. Some that crossed him found that Clement did not only possess great patience but also a very long memory.

As a man with considerable secular power, the Septon struggles to reconcile his convictions and theology with the realities of politics. The purity and simplicity of his days in the septry are long past and armed only with prayer and the will of the Seven, Clement wades ever deeper in the secular affairs of the Faith and the Crown.

Biography:

As the third and youngest son of Oswald Far, a successful carpenter in a town near Brightwater Keep, Clement was destined for a life in service of the Faith. After a basic education and working a few years with his father, the boy aged 17 at the time was sent off to the septry along the Honeywine river. Having a son join the godsworn gave the family great prestige and Clement himself welcomed the move. He eagerly took up his studies in philosophy and theology and quickly developed a reputation of diligence and wisdom among his brothers. At the surprisingly young age of 25 Clement was chosen to become a proctor and help the Elder Brother run the septry. While he remained in touch with his family the first few years he saw them less and less as his responsibilities in the septry grew and he began writing his own theological treatises.

Years later, with word of his theology and his keen sense of administration had spread, Clement was offered a position at the Starry Sept in Oldtown. The choice was not as straightforward as it would seem as Clement, still a young man of 36, had grown quite attached to the silence and purity of the septry. However, as a proctor he had learned that not even the monastic brothers could escape the politics of the septons or the greed and ambition of local lords. Finally, Clement agreed to a place in the Starry Sept, thinking that he could use it to better serve the Faith and spread his ideas among the people.

Things were different in Oldtown. While he had some experience with negotiating with local lords and nobles when he still lived at the septry, the corruption he saw in his days at the Starry Sept shocked him to his core. Unenthusiastically Clement took it upon himself to right what he considered a grievous wrong and an insult to the Seven. He climbed the ranks rapidly and while some recognised his zeal and dedication, others believed the rise to be driven by ambition and lust for power. It is no coincidence that it was in these years that Clement used his new position of authority to exact revenge on those that had once crossed him. Corrupt brothers, greedy nobles and various others suddenly found the the Starry Sept to be uncooperative when they needed it most. He found new ways to give favours to friends and foes alike, consolidating his power in Oldtown and spreading his name among the godsworn of Westeros. When the old septon died Clement was the clear replacement and subsequently raised to the Most Devout.

During the Dance of the Dragons, Septon Clement followed and supported the consensus in the Most Devout that the Faith should remain uninvolved. After the two years that brought great pain and suffering, the Most Devout put to a vote once more the idea to provide guidance to the secular rulers of Westeros. With a small majority and above all the support of the High Septon, it was decided that the Faith should seek to be involved in the regency. As Septon of the Starry Sept, renowned theologian and a man still owed favours by many, Clement could think of no man better equipped to offer the guidance of the Faith to the secular rulers of Westeros than himself.

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House Tully

Family, Duty, Honour

Seat: Riverrun
Affiliation: Blacks
History:

Sworn to House Tully:
House Frey
House Blackwood
House Bracken
House Darry
House Mallister
House Mooton
House Piper
House Ryger
House Strong
House Vance of Atranta
House Vance of Wayfarer’s Rest

Members of the House:
- Lord Kermit Tully (17) of Riverrun
- Lanna Piper (39), widow to the late Lord Elmo Tully, mother of Lord Kermit
- Elinor Tully (14), daughter of late Lord Elmo
- Ser Osryk Tully (40), uncle of Lord Kermit
- Myria Tully (16), daughter of Ser Osryk
- Ser Erryk Tully (18), cousin of Kermit
- Maester Hugo (61)
- Castellan Osmund (55)

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Kermit Tully

Lord of Riverrun

Age: 17
Appearance: TBD

Personality:

The experiences of the war weigh heavily on Kermit Tully but the two years shaped who he had become. Before he was known as a rather mischievous person, always looking to push the boundaries of his peers and teachers or chasing after the girls at court. As a 16-year-old he was taught to glorify battle and the heroes that came out victorious, but this changed in his very first battle. As the campaign for the blacks progressed Kermit became adept at killing and gradually his ability to grieve and mourn his lost friends made way for a cold and calculated lust for violence.

Having buried his grandfather and father both as well as many friends and companions, the young Lord of Riverrun matured quickly and grew the fortitude and character for command. In the Battle of the Kingsroad, Kermit and a number of other mostly young Riverlords crushed a Baratheon force over ten times as large. With King’s Landing a day away even greater fame and glory awaited him.

Whereas the bloodshed and destruction turned the young lord violent, his success in battle made him arrogant. While his time as Lord has been short, it is clear that Kermit is a war-time leader. Truly ruling and rebuilding remains a prospect that daunts him.

Biography:

Two years ago, at the age of 15, Kermit Tully had no thoughts of command or leadership. His Lord grandfather still lived and his father who was heir was still strong and vigorous. He had only one sister 3 years younger so spent most of his time with the sons of other lords. He was known as a boy with no respect for authority and often ran off with friends to chase after the girls at court or neighbouring towns. At this time he was especially close to his cousin Erryk and Edmund Darry, son of Lord Edwyn Darry.

When the war broke out Kermit was considered only an average fighter and squired for his uncle Ser Osryk. During the first battles Kermit did not only learn how to fight but also learned what it is to suffer. Though he had come out relatively unscathed most of the time, all around him men and boys were dying. The lucky ones died on the field, others wailed and cried for days as their maimed bodies slowly gave up. Still others died from disgusting diseases on the long marches and during the nights that grew colder and colder as the summer came to an end.

With the death of his grandfather a few days after the Second Battle at Tumbleton Kermit became the new heir to Riverrun and was raised to knighthood by his Lord father. Only 15 years of age at that point, Ser Kermit Tully now commanded is own company in the host of his father and other riverlords. Similarly a number of boys whom he had known since childhood had become knights and lords in their own right because of their bravery in battle or the deaths of fathers and relatives.

Only 49 days later his father too died and the young Kermit became the new Lord of Riverrun. When he turned 17 a month later Lord Kermit had become more comfortable with shedding blood and leading his men. His true test and moment of greatest glory came when he led a force of only 4,000 men against a Baratheon force of over 40,000. The Lads, all veterans of many battles at this point, crushed the enemy force of mainly green and unbloodied men. Lord Borros Baratheon was slain in personal combat by Kermit. Many lives were lost and Kermit had to bury his good friend and fellow commander Lord Edwyn Darry.

Only a day’s march separated the triumphant Lads from King’s Landing when Kermit received word of Aegon II’s death.
Officially claiming the Tullys.
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