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It was done, the leader of the 49th Street Stompers laid dead in front of her. The sentence of The Shredder had been carried out and it had been far too easy, far too simple. Karai never hesitated in her duty and at this point in her life had become sort of desensitized to the ruthlessness and the savagery. As the daughter of The Shredder she was expected not to feel or hesitate which for the most part Karai gladly proved she was the glowing example of perfection. However, the feeling preluding her previous encounter with the stompers still persisted. The young girl had to wonder why her body ached the way it had and why the spirits were calling out to her. She couldn’t understand it and she did not want to. Tora had told her to be ‘at peace with it’ but that was very much easier said than done.

How long would it be before the feeling made her so uncomfortable that her father would notice and punish her for influencing her actions? When would it come to that? She did not want to fail her father once again as the last time she had he had given her something to remember such foolishness—a physical reminder of her failing him. The clawed scar still ran down her shoulder to the bottom of her left bicep. She was lucky he did not mark her for all to see… perhaps it was because she was his daughter after all?

<”Idiot.”> Karai cursed in her traditional Japanese tongue under her breath, reflecting on such speculative heresy was something her father could smell and not simply see. The Shredder had an ability of observation that few could compete with—one of the reasons why he was a terrible foe to go up with as he would analyze your every move and every possible follow-up to crush you. Something Karai had seen firsthand when a former clan member stood up against her father in a duel that would cost them their life.

Karai shook her head as she decided to move on—her mission was done, dwelling here helped no one so the best course of action was to leave, meditate, and return to her father. She would not ponder what effect the destruction of the 49th Street Stompers would have on the streets of New York nor the gang politics of their rivals, the Purple Dragons.

It did not concern her. They would all swear allegiance to The Shredder; in life or in death.
HenryJonesJr said
At this point, I just don't have time for the multiple games, at least not with how apathetic I am towards the big two in comics right now. If I can manage time, I wouldn't mind trying to get back going with Stephanie/Cap since I made her and had some good stories to tell, I thought.


Henry, your Captain America is brilliant and it's one of the reasons why I created Swordsman: I wanted to interact with it.
So, I have no damn excuse to ignore this or any other Ultimate Comics game. I might have closed Ultimate DC for the moment due to all of the ‘dropping’ and other critical issues. (Don’t worry in some form it’ll be back, I assure you, I’m just re-evaluating it.) I signed up for characters and I will write them, I won’t quit on this. I love the Hyperverse games and I do NOT want to see them go away after they’ve given me so many conceptualized ideas and a lot of fun.

I will get a post with my characters done. In fact I’ll get to work on it right now.
The Gold Road, Westeros | Jhavek Hill


Why in this world had he been born a bastard? Why in this world had he been denied of his father? The two questions were ones that Jhavek Hill had asked himself as he carried on for the thirteen years he had lived onward from his father’s death. He had fought in the Blackfyre Rebellion in the most paramount of battle of them all, the Redgrass Fields; and what did he get from it?—what did he have to show for it? Nothing. The man who stole his father from him never crossed blades with Jhavek himself and ironically enough it brought him no pleasure when he heard Quentyn Ball had perished. All it left in Jhavek Hill was a sort of empty feeling in his gut that only felt like it rotted with each aching moment.

Selwyn Sarwyck loved his son, which was something Jhavek had been told by his mother day-in and day-out before she withered away to sickness. Even his drunk uncle could recognize the affection the golden boy of the Sarwycks gave to his nephew even if he had seen so little of it. But all Jhavek wanted was one moment with his father as he was now to show him the man he had become; he had shared so much traits of his father—he was just, kind, charitable, and diligent. But here he was on the back of a caravan traveling on the Gold Road making way to King’s Landing where Jhavek would find transport to Gulltown where a tourney was being held. He wasn’t sure if any men of the Westerlands would be there but he knew that he had to try to show that the son of Selwyn—raised a commoner could stand out amongst the man-at-arms who were trying their luck at the competition.

Jhavek knew nothing of those he would face, noble or lowborn, at this tournament celebrating the Lord of the Vale. If there was one thing he lacked was an understanding of the politics of this world he was born into, but he hated nobody for their situation. Nobody really controls where or how they were born, after all. He had never sparred with a swordsman since his uncle’s initial training of him all those years ago—he was a child then. It would be a refreshing change of pace for Jhavek as he had only recently dealt with highwaymen and wildlings south of the wall. All of those encounters tended to end with injury or death for the other parties—he wasn’t sure if it was his skill or just the lack of method to their approach on merchant caravans he generally was assigned to protect. Either way he had made a pretty sizeable collection of coin from the occupation of a merchant guard though nothing to sneeze at if you were a merchant or especially so if you were a noble.

Placing his arms behind his neck he leaned back as his eyes slightly glanced to the tradesmen he was traveling with.

“How long to King’s Landing now, Jory?”

One of the tradesmen, a man of thirty and two looked to Jhavek with a smirk. “Fairly soon I wager, that’s nearly the end of the Blackwater Rush…. er… beginning. You know what I mean.”

Jhavek let out a mild chuckle, “Yeah, of course.”

It was all coming together rather well, and even if he failed at this tourney of the Vale he could at least attest that he tried such a thing. If he failed it would not be the end of his pursuits to be recognized by someone—to honor his father in duty and manner. Perhaps he would request an audience with the Lord of Riverspring when he returned, to discuss about his father with… what would be his grandfather by blood. He wouldn’t ask for anything other than his time, time for conversation and learning. He didn’t want to fabricate any claims or demand a plot of land. That was beneath Jhavek, it was poor behavior.

This tourney would be the dawn of a new day.
Edited the Sonic post, working on Karai!
Just want to make sure I haven't lost anybody s'all.
Thanks to Sloth and a few others for helping me build this up.

Stark

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House History

House Stark is one of the oldest of the great houses of Westeros and the central cultural force of those that descend from the first men that exist south of The Wall. In the times before the Targaryen occupation of Westeros the Starks were known for their heroes such as Bran ‘the Builder’ who forged Winterfell and the Wall, Jon Stark who pushed pirates out of the White Knife, Rickard Stark who brought The Neck into the realm, and Rodrik Stark who defeated the Ironborn thus bringing Bear Island into the realm.

The last “king” of the north was Torrhen Stark—the “king who knelt” to Aegon ‘the Conqueror’. Torrhen is seen in two different lights to this day in the north: on one hand he is depicted as a coward who gave the North away to foreign hands as he trembled before the sight of the Targaryen army—on the other he is depicted as the wisest of the Starks in history as he refused to allow men to die through a foolish action believing that bending the knee would save his people misery and tragedy. The North has since exhibited features of caution with their Andal cousins as their influence continues to frighten many due to the thought that Northmen culture would disappear much like the Children of the Forest did so it is with this that Northmen hold on to their cultural heritage and values very strongly. The scarcity of worship of the Old Gods within the entire realm as Andal favor squashes belief structure in the south does not help the situation any. This creates some division in the realm of Westeros few Northmen are knighted and few noble families look to marry into the nobles of The North. Outside of House Tully there has generally been few inter-regional marriages proposed let alone executed in the last three-hundred or so years.

Years after the Dance of Dragons where Northmen took side of the black over the green, war once again consumed the Starks. But this time it was not from Targaryen claims but rather those of the supposed freefolk that lived beyond the wall—dubbed wildlings by anyone south of the wall for hundreds of years due to their seemingly primitive and savage nature. A great warrior named Raymund ‘the Redbeard’ emerged from behind the Wall with a great mass of first men who bored crude iron weapons began to strike and pillage the far northern settlements overwhelming the Night’s Watch by surprise. There had not been a “King beyond the Wall” in a hundred years and now suddenly in the year of 179 there persisted a new one who held a brother-general by the name of “The Red Raven”. The Lord of Winterfell and his brother (William Stark and Artos Stark, respectively) would begin to fight off this dire threat until the wildling war came to a critical moment when William Stark found himself surrounded by Raymun and the Red Raven’s forces at Long Lake. The Battle of Long Lake consumed the life of William Stark, but as the situations began to lose hope—Stark reinforcements from the south led by Edvard Stark and Artos Stark finally arrived. Artos Stark would lose his life against Raymund but not before single-handedly taking him and the Red Raven on at the same time whilst Edvard’s forces made short work of the other wildling commanders. Unfortunately Artos would lose his life against the Red Raven, but not before Raymund lost his. The Red Raven retreated and the remaining forces in the North of wildling descent wandered aimlessly without leader for another two years until the North returned to normal.

After the war with Raymun ‘the Redbeard’ ended around 186, it left a hole in the Stark Dynasty. The title of the Lord of Winterfell went to the only surviving brother by the name of Beron Stark who had been more of an intellect than a warrior. It was with Beron the construction of Starkhaven at Long Lake, Blazefort at The Rills, and Ironwatch at the Flint Cliffs were approved. For the next ten years he would strive to make these forts palpable whilst he also began to start a process of rebuilding the North as the wildling war had taken many lives outside of his brothers’ own. However years later when they were finally on the right track something happened—something that concerned all of the realm. That was when the Blackfyre Rebellion ignited and House Stark was asked if they would contribute to either side like they had during the Dance of Dragons. Speculative, Beron Stark encouraged volunteer levies to go south and support the loyalist forces.

Forces from the Starks that went to support the crown were led by Edvard Stark, who whilst having no interest in which Targaryen overlord ruled in the south—decided it was time to show the strength and skill of the North. He left his closest friend and his wife’s brother, Markus Reed, in charge of Starkhaven in his absence. He took his eldest nephew’s son (Tedor), and the two sons who were of age (Vargen and Anton) with him to the south where they participated with a strong levy of Northmen on the Battle of the Redgrass Fields. The northmen arrived near the end of the battle and provided much relief for the Andal soldiers.

After the end of the rebellion, the name ‘Stark’ got a little more reputation and using such Beron Stark welcomed any southern lord to visit Winterfell with an open invitation. The years since then have emerged more threats such as a revolt in the east with Skagosi forces that Beron worries may be the doing of the Boltons whilst in the west the Ironborn ships have been spotted on more than one occasion. To top all of this off… nearly thirty years after Raymun ‘the Redbeard’ a new king has emerged beyond the wall and one who is supposedly stronger and more skilled than both Redbeard and the Red Raven combined…

Notable Locations

Outside of the traditional keeps and settlements of The North, there has been several new settlements built in the last thirty-to-forty years including:

Starkhaven – Founded by Edvard Stark in 186.. The purpose of Starkhaven is to be a fortifiable stronghold that could aid support to The Wall as well as nearby vassals. It is located on the western coast of Long Lake.

Blazefort– Founded by Beron Stark in 192 due to a suggestion by Maester Tywar. The purpose of Blazefort is to be a outpost to defend against potential Ironborn raids and invasion. It is located on the coast of The Rills overlooking the Blazewater Bay.

Ironwatch – Founded by Beron Stark in 192 due to a suggestion by Maester Tywar. The purpose of Ironwatch is to be a outpost to defend against potential Ironborn raids and invasion. It is located on the coast of Cape Kraken overlooking the Flint Cliffs.

Members of the House

Winterfell
Beron Stark – Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, aged 42
Viola Stark (Tallhart) – Lady of Winterfell and Wife of Beron, aged 38
Edwyle Stark – Son of Beron, aged 23
Frida Stark (Mormont) – Wife of Edwyle, aged 20
Henrik Stark – Son of Beron, aged 17
Elsa Stark – Daughter of Beron, aged 14
Erik Stark – Son of Beron, aged 9
Viktor Stark – Son of Beron, aged 3
Nansa Stark – Daughter of Edwyle, aged 3

Starkhaven
Edvard Stark – Lord of Starkhaven, aged 69
Anton Stark – Son of Edvard, aged 50
Ursula Stark (Mollen) – Wife of Anton, aged 48
Jakob Stark – Son of Edvard, aged 43
Tarja Stark (Karstark) – Wife of Jakob, aged 42
Vargen Stark – Son of Edvard, aged 32
Kara Stark (Burley) – Wife of Vargen, aged 29
Dunkan Stark – Son of Edvard, aged 27
Brandon Stark – Son of Anton, aged 26
Lena Stark – Daughter of Edvard, aged 24
Robert Stark – Son of Anton, aged 20
Rodrik Stark – Son of Jakob, aged 13
Kristoff Stark – Son of Vargen, aged 10

Ironwatch
Tedor Stark – Commander of Ironwatch, aged 34
Klara Stark (Flint) – Wife of Tedor, aged 33
Erhard Stark – Son of Tedor, aged 16
Theda Stark – Daughter of Tedor, aged 10

Persons of Interest
Yngvarr – Current King Beyond the Wall, aged 31
Lothar Snow – Bastard of William Stark, aged 25
Ser Eddard Whitehill – Knight in service of House Stark, aged 32

CS Sheets

I’m just going to throw this out here: I am really looking for possible brainstorming sessions/co-ops with Edwina or Jhavek. For now Ruby’s helping along the Amelia/Court of Riverspring stuff as well as giving Byron Sarwyck something to do so if anybody else wants to figure out some “things” hit me up. Though I will be doing at least some posts with Jhavek at the tourney so we'd either have to springboard off that or wait for that to run its course.
Silver Carrot said
Here, and would still like to PM


I'll be replying to what I haven't PMwise later today. Lots of posting responsibilities and real life stuff.
Anyway, maybe some OOC chatter will liven things up.

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