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Blood for Coin

It's on like it's the Hundred Years' War!

Operation Lightning Strike (Modern Military RP)

Islamabad (AP) - A TV Broadcast by General Sharif Ayser Haik, of the Northern Air Command of the Pakistani Air Force, has just aired on Al Jazeera. A known radical, Haik has just gone on air denouncing ‘Infidels’ and ‘Traitors’ in Islamabad. Calling them an affront to Allah and declaring himself head of the government, the government of Pakistan is in shambles. Various defense commanders have declared themselves neutral in what appears to be a direct civil war between nuclear-armed forces of General Haik and the leaders in Islamabad itself.

Minhas Air Base, headquarters of General Haik’s command, is a primary facility for Pakistan’s sizable nuclear arsenal. Multiple tactical missiles are at Haik’s disposal, and the possibility of deploying them is a real danger. It is not know what, if any, targets he may hit with his weapons. The Pakistani government has stated that this is an ‘Internal Matter’ and that they are doing all they may to see justice done, and their people safe.

The US Embassy has declined to comment, as has the military attache. With its forces located all across the Arabian peninsula, and bases ringing the western Indian Ocean, the danger of a possibly anti-American nuclear weapons holder willing to use his weapons cannot be understated. Fighter jets are even now roaring into the skies over Islamabad - we shall continue to update as events proceed.

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Players will play a mixture of Air Commander, Naval Commander, and four Special Forces commanding roles, dealing with this crisis.

With only a handful of special forces teams, a few aircraft, and a small squadron of naval ships, we must improvise, adapt, and defeat the Pakistani rebels before they cause a general nuclear war in West Asia.

Banana Republics - The Caribbean Dictator NRP

Roll me, if you would.

Banana Republics - The Caribbean Dictator NRP [Sheets]

Name: The Serene State of Santisaria

Demonym: Santisarian

Description: Nestled behind a large mountain range, with its eyes to the sea, Santisaria was created by the Serene Republic of Venice as its only overseas colony. When Austria took over, and again during the years of violence and upheaval in the eastern hemisphere, people with lots of money seemed to flock to the isolated nation in their hour of need. Headed by a Patricianship with intelligent men at the helm, the nation grew steadily into a strong banking capital - rivaling even Switzerland in its value.

It was only on the cusp of World War II that Santisaria reached the public eye, however. Serving as a home to hundreds of thousands of really rich Jews running from Antisemitism, and lots of poor Eastern Europeans and Arabs uprooted by conflict, the Santisarians were viewed internationally as saviors for sending these poor and unlucky folk straight into the iron mines to feed the ‘war effort’. Serving as host to Naval Station Cape West and a squadron of US Navy cruisers, it remains a strategic haven for naval operations in the area.

The premier banking institution for much of the free world, it has massive revenues - and the possibility of a Cape South Naval Air Station offers the promise of a new air force for the flagging nation’s weak army.

Government: Authoritarian Dictatorship

Head of State: The Patrician, a gaunt and tall man with a pair of angry and piercing eyes. When he speaks - rare as it is - a flurry of cusswords accompany a clipped and well-practiced tone. A former Secret Agent serving in the OSS during Santisaria’s involvement in the war, he was a hero on his return to the nation. During the reign of the last patrician, an ineffectual man who was essentially rubber-stamping the high council’s democratic plans, he was a vocal and vulgar critic that rose the people in revolt.

On April 1st, the day of dead fools, the Patrician arrived with a white flag to discuss terms with his predecessor. When the latter arrived, the Patrician dropped his flag, blew a rasberry, and blew six holes in the man’s chest. All the Gendarmes threw down their weapons in response. He has served with administrative brilliance since.

National Anthem: The Serene State (A Lute Melody with no words.)

National Religion: They aren’t too discriminating. Mostly.

Population: 3.7 Million

Geography: Nestled inside a harsh and steep mountain range, in a valley full of trees and forests, Santisaria does not lend itself to a strong military tradition. Defended by its impassible terrain and with a sea protected by foreign powers, the many towns and villages east of Salissa dot the countryside’s rare but bountiful spice fields. Ships trawl on the calm coast, catching seafood, and iron mines dig deep beneath the mountains themselves.

Demographics: 2000k Santisarians (Transplanted Venetians)/400k Irish/300k German Jewish/250k Americans/250k Arab/250k Eastern Europe Expat/250k Other

Notable Locations: The walled city of Salissa and its attendant sprawl outside said walls contain roughly 1/4th of the national population. Most of the non-western immigrant groups serve in farming the spice fields and mining - living in villages policed by the Serene Militia of Santisaria.

Daeron's Conquest Accepted Character Sheets

House Sigil

House Name: Baratheon
House Words: Ours is the Fury

House Information/History

Lord Royce Baratheon assumed rule of Storm’s End in 143 AC, his father’s death coming very late in his reign. Married to a Tarth of the Sapphire Isle, he was blessed with three children - Silas, Stevron, and Shiara. Each would have their own tics and questionable natures - but all were well-loved and very well adjusted, in their own capacity. The family was in a very peaceful place. Disputes with other parts of the kingdom were at an all time low, and the Marcher Lords even seemed to finally be dying down with Dornish tensions. Raids across the strip of sea between the two lands had virtually dropped to nil - dangers had been averted - and grand tourneys like that of 148 were held. All this changed in 150.

The ascendancy of several minor knights in Dorne to holdfasts just past the border had inflamed tensions. Chaos had come to the families of the Marcher Lords - sons and daughters killed on peaceful rides by sandy-skinned raiders. Racist slurs and spittle flew, with anger on both sides starting to swell. The Yronwood/Martell civil war exacerbated this - and conflict blew up between Dornish bandits and Marcher guardsmen. Soon enough, even his lordship Royce was forced to ride south, with a few hundred banners, to fight and defeat a host of Dornish deserters that was terrorizing the countryside. It was there, in 153 AL, that Royce Baratheon fell.

At age fifteen, Silas Baratheon rose to the Stone Drum’s throne. A boy of fifteen, he was assisted by his veteran uncle Ser Clyde in management of the keep. A man with a silent soul, keeping in horrors of war, Clyde gave only transient guidance to the otherwise increasingly strange Silas. Even in his youth, Silas was exceptionally… bored. Work in school disappeared quickly - it was as if the boy could read a book and understand it in only a few hours - something that took even Maesters weeks or months. This, still, he called ‘boring’. Often found climbing or fencing sideface like some Braavosi, his pursuits focused intently on both his duties as head of the court, and on solving and abrogating mystery.

He claims, though no one can quite corroborate, that he can deduce the exact spot where the fat king of House Durrendon was slayed by Orys Baratheon in single combat. This spot, north along the coast of the Stormlands, is now home to a small monument that Silas carved during one of his ‘bored’ stages, in between interesting cases of the court. A large stone rock with the Baratheon sigil intricately carved, Silas considers it only fitting to the founder of his noble family.

Thankfully, his siblings are considerably more normal, though not without their own scandal. Stevron Baratheon is an up and coming knight, having taken to combat training where Silas has found it dry and without interest. Quickly becoming a fan of adventure and glory, he has turned this training into a penchant for travel and exploration. A veteran of many a tourney, including those of the Rock and even as far north as the Vale of Arryn, Stevron’s short years have been full of exploring Westeros. His rumors of preferring no female company at said events are something of a scandal in and of themselves. Rumors similarly, however, abound that he is no stable fooler either. It seems as if the man is completely disinterested in the matter entirely - and that such a lack of purpose has seen him on these wide and ranging journeys.

His other sibling is… queer. In the literal definition. Shiara Baratheon is a young woman of marriageable age. She is a warrior, with determined eyes, whom loved her mother and her father more. Where Stevron is witty, Silas madly brilliant, Shiara is calculating and ruthless. She, in her youth, was not brought up traditionally. It is known that Lord Royce and his wife were of a… rather… hedonistic persuasion. Relations were something far more open, far more Dornish, in ways that many a Septon would find unacceptable within a family. The girl lost her virginity at thirteen to a very attractive handmaid. A female handmaid. Though just as into handsome men as any of her sex, it seems that Shiara’s deadliest sin is lust. One she has more than enough problems curing. Despite this, her upbringing as the most straight-edge of the three Baratheons made her the foremost political expert of the family.

When it comes to familial diplomacy, Silas deducts - Stevron laughs away - Shiara deals. If anyone is fit to rule Storm’s End, it’s her. The way she acts as orchestrator within the walls says plenty about that.

There are two remaining figures of note within Storm’s End: Ser Clyde, and Maester Grasshair. Both are characters of great skill and renown, though for far different purposes. Clyde is the Master at Arms - and alongside Shiara is the sinew that ties together the chaos that is the Stormlands. Suffering from severe war flashbacks in the Marches, having seen his brother die before him, and dealing constantly with the pain that causes - he is the one sane man left in a castle full of hard-charging and often quarrelsome family members.

Maester Grasshair is… different. Having replaced the old Maester that taught the Baratheon children in 153, he was picked explicitly for his different nature. Rumors of Baratheon madness resulted in the Citadel sending their maddest Maester, hoping that he’d be at home. All too well - all too well. Grasshair is from the Iron Isles - one of the only ones to ever visit the school. A follower of the drowned god, he never the less retains a spark of brilliance that seems to stun most - when he isn’t babbling incoherently behind feet upon feet of facial hair. A close compatriot of Lord Silas, the pair are often conducting scientific experiments that would shock even more liberal members of society. He’s a doctor of the first order, though. That’s where his usefulness is best seen.

Name: Silas Baratheon
Age: 19

Appearance

Personality: Brilliant, highly functioning, a sociopath. All words that describe Silas Baratheon. He holds little regard for custom, little regard for those he considers less intelligent, but retains a moral code that seems more green and yellow than red and blue. A master of deduction and logic, and detail-oriented, Silas is a master at uncovering mystery and solving puzzles - making him oddly suited to the courtly duties of a lord. He throws himself into this work with gusto - for which most are grateful. Silas possesses some skill with a sword in a Braavosi-esque style, self-taught, and regularly retreats into a mental castle where he stores swathes of information on multiple subjects. (Inspired by Sherlock Holmes)

Name: Ser Stevron Baratheon
Age: 17

Appearance

Personality: Stevron is normal, compared to his family. He’s a tourney knight that loves japes, adventures, and exploring the wild countrysides of all six kingdoms. He’s even visited Dorne, as dangerous as that is for a man like himself. Having lived as his uncle had prior to his fight in the Marches, Stevron seeks a peaceable life where he fights, jousts, and drinks jollily with friends. He knows, ultimately, such isn’t going to happen. He’ll have to marry - something he personally detests. This isn’t out of dislike or hatred for women - he loves his sister, and any woman he meets… When people talk about them, though, Stevron doesn’t feel like his comrades. They’re just normal people - some might look better… but there’s no stirring in the loins like other men might have. He’s a complete contrast with his sister in that regard. Easily the best Baratheon fighter, Stevron is young, muscular, yet rather wiry. He’s more adept with the sword than the lance, though either is a legitimate weapon in his capable hands. Some say it’s a mule’s talent - never distracted. (An asexual in a land of whores and forced marriages)

Name: Shiara Baratheon
Age: 16

Appearance

Personality: Shiara is the opposite of Stevron. Where he loves others too little, Shiara loves them too much. Avoid that for a minute, though - Shiara is more socially skilled than either member of her immediate family. Possessed of great social graces, perfect poise, and a stare that makes people melt, she’s something of a great communicator in her own right. Some might even call her innocent, had they no idea of her true nature. In actuality, Shiara is ruthless. She chases what she wants, is patient enough to enact plans to make it happen, and stays on top of things to make sure they succeed. This is as much so in governance, which she shares with Clyde on many an occasion, as it is in the realm of love and lust. Both are dear to Shiara’s heart. At least six members of castle staff, four women and two men, have spent ‘quality time’ with the lecherous woman. Silas doesn’t care. Stevron doesn’t understand. Clyde is too stressed and harried to have a sit-down, needing her support to keep things going. The Stag prances, mounting as it pleases, as every other beast is soon to see.

Name: Ser Clyde Baratheon
Age: 41

Appearance

Personality: Clyde used to be happy. He really did. He rode the Stormlands on the back of his warhorse, smiling proud as his armor glinted in the air. He’d take his young squire of a nephew and ride for weeks at a time - climbing mountains and visiting dozens of lords, always with a smile and a wave that seemed to transcend any political issue or family rivalry. That Clyde died over six years ago, on a field northeast of the Dornish border. A band of over 1,300 deserters faced a troop of only two hundred horse from Storm’s End. Split in two, Clyde lead his force around the side, smashing into the center as Royce Baratheon rode hard frontally. His brother was thrown from his horse, a pike killing his horse, and was killed on foot in the ensuing skirmish. Clyde failed to reach his brother, surrounded by the enemy, in time. Ever since, the uncle Baratheon has been a silent, calm, and very stoic individual. His wife long passed and children dead young, he tends to all that remains of the stag’s family. It’s really to bad they’re all mad, in their own ways.

Name: Maester Grasshair
Age: 49

Appearance

Personality: If Silas is Sherlock Holmes, Grasshair is a Moriarty. He bears no moral code save his vows of service, willing to do whatever he is asked. Thankfully, he’s not asked to do anything other than help people. A master medical man with skill at chemical and historical work as well, Grasshair’s primary job is to assist Silas in various tasks he derives from his basic practices of ruling. Medical examinations of slaughtered individuals - tests for various poisons in a dead knight’s work… recreating crimes with dangerous efficiency. If needs be, perhaps even committing a few. In his spare time, a strange devotee of the Drowned God - though rarely finding converts, he has a small flock at the docks of Storm’s End, whom often congregate in the massive storms that batter the castle. His reasons for these beliefs, whatever they might be, are his own.

Daeron's Conquest Pending Character Sheets

House Sigil

House Name: Baratheon
House Words: Ours is the Fury

House Information/History

Lord Royce Baratheon assumed rule of Storm’s End in 143 AC, his father’s death coming very late in his reign. Married to a Tarth of the Sapphire Isle, he was blessed with three children - Silas, Stevron, and Shiara. Each would have their own tics and questionable natures - but all were well-loved and very well adjusted, in their own capacity. The family was in a very peaceful place. Disputes with other parts of the kingdom were at an all time low, and the Marcher Lords even seemed to finally be dying down with Dornish tensions. Raids across the strip of sea between the two lands had virtually dropped to nil - dangers had been averted - and grand tourneys like that of 148 were held. All this changed in 150.

The ascendancy of several minor knights in Dorne to holdfasts just past the border had inflamed tensions. Chaos had come to the families of the Marcher Lords - sons and daughters killed on peaceful rides by sandy-skinned raiders. Racist slurs and spittle flew, with anger on both sides starting to swell. The Yronwood/Martell civil war exacerbated this - and conflict blew up between Dornish bandits and Marcher guardsmen. Soon enough, even his lordship Royce was forced to ride south, with a few hundred banners, to fight and defeat a host of Dornish deserters that was terrorizing the countryside. It was there, in 153 AL, that Royce Baratheon fell.

At age fifteen, Silas Baratheon rose to the Stone Drum’s throne. A boy of fifteen, he was assisted by his veteran uncle Ser Clyde in management of the keep. A man with a silent soul, keeping in horrors of war, Clyde gave only transient guidance to the otherwise increasingly strange Silas. Even in his youth, Silas was exceptionally… bored. Work in school disappeared quickly - it was as if the boy could read a book and understand it in only a few hours - something that took even Maesters weeks or months. This, still, he called ‘boring’. Often found climbing or fencing sideface like some Braavosi, his pursuits focused intently on both his duties as head of the court, and on solving and abrogating mystery.

He claims, though no one can quite corroborate, that he can deduce the exact spot where the fat king of House Durrendon was slayed by Orys Baratheon in single combat. This spot, north along the coast of the Stormlands, is now home to a small monument that Silas carved during one of his ‘bored’ stages, in between interesting cases of the court. A large stone rock with the Baratheon sigil intricately carved, Silas considers it only fitting to the founder of his noble family.

Thankfully, his siblings are considerably more normal, though not without their own scandal. Stevron Baratheon is an up and coming knight, having taken to combat training where Silas has found it dry and without interest. Quickly becoming a fan of adventure and glory, he has turned this training into a penchant for travel and exploration. A veteran of many a tourney, including those of the Rock and even as far north as the Vale of Arryn, Stevron’s short years have been full of exploring Westeros. His rumors of preferring no female company at said events are something of a scandal in and of themselves. Rumors similarly, however, abound that he is no stable fooler either. It seems as if the man is completely disinterested in the matter entirely - and that such a lack of purpose has seen him on these wide and ranging journeys.

His other sibling is… queer. In the literal definition. Shiara Baratheon is a young woman of marriageable age. She is a warrior, with determined eyes, whom loved her mother and her father more. Where Stevron is witty, Silas madly brilliant, Shiara is calculating and ruthless. She, in her youth, was not brought up traditionally. It is known that Lord Royce and his wife were of a… rather… hedonistic persuasion. Relations were something far more open, far more Dornish, in ways that many a Septon would find unacceptable within a family. The girl lost her virginity at thirteen to a very attractive handmaid. A female handmaid. Though just as into handsome men as any of her sex, it seems that Shiara’s deadliest sin is lust. One she has more than enough problems curing. Despite this, her upbringing as the most straight-edge of the three Baratheons made her the foremost political expert of the family.

When it comes to familial diplomacy, Silas deducts - Stevron laughs away - Shiara deals. If anyone is fit to rule Storm’s End, it’s her. The way she acts as orchestrator within the walls says plenty about that.

There are two remaining figures of note within Storm’s End: Ser Clyde, and Maester Grasshair. Both are characters of great skill and renown, though for far different purposes. Clyde is the Master at Arms - and alongside Shiara is the sinew that ties together the chaos that is the Stormlands. Suffering from severe war flashbacks in the Marches, having seen his brother die before him, and dealing constantly with the pain that causes - he is the one sane man left in a castle full of hard-charging and often quarrelsome family members.

Maester Grasshair is… different. Having replaced the old Maester that taught the Baratheon children in 153, he was picked explicitly for his different nature. Rumors of Baratheon madness resulted in the Citadel sending their maddest Maester, hoping that he’d be at home. All too well - all too well. Grasshair is from the Iron Isles - one of the only ones to ever visit the school. A follower of the drowned god, he never the less retains a spark of brilliance that seems to stun most - when he isn’t babbling incoherently behind feet upon feet of facial hair. A close compatriot of Lord Silas, the pair are often conducting scientific experiments that would shock even more liberal members of society. He’s a doctor of the first order, though. That’s where his usefulness is best seen.

Name: Silas Baratheon
Age: 19

Appearance

Personality: Brilliant, highly functioning, a sociopath. All words that describe Silas Baratheon. He holds little regard for custom, little regard for those he considers less intelligent, but retains a moral code that seems more green and yellow than red and blue. A master of deduction and logic, and detail-oriented, Silas is a master at uncovering mystery and solving puzzles - making him oddly suited to the courtly duties of a lord. He throws himself into this work with gusto - for which most are grateful. Silas possesses some skill with a sword in a Braavosi-esque style, self-taught, and regularly retreats into a mental castle where he stores swathes of information on multiple subjects. (Inspired by Sherlock Holmes)

Name: Ser Stevron Baratheon
Age: 17

Appearance

Personality: Stevron is normal, compared to his family. He’s a tourney knight that loves japes, adventures, and exploring the wild countrysides of all six kingdoms. He’s even visited Dorne, as dangerous as that is for a man like himself. Having lived as his uncle had prior to his fight in the Marches, Stevron seeks a peaceable life where he fights, jousts, and drinks jollily with friends. He knows, ultimately, such isn’t going to happen. He’ll have to marry - something he personally detests. This isn’t out of dislike or hatred for women - he loves his sister, and any woman he meets… When people talk about them, though, Stevron doesn’t feel like his comrades. They’re just normal people - some might look better… but there’s no stirring in the loins like other men might have. He’s a complete contrast with his sister in that regard. Easily the best Baratheon fighter, Stevron is young, muscular, yet rather wiry. He’s more adept with the sword than the lance, though either is a legitimate weapon in his capable hands. Some say it’s a mule’s talent - never distracted. (An asexual in a land of whores and forced marriages)

Name: Shiara Baratheon
Age: 16

Appearance

Personality: Shiara is the opposite of Stevron. Where he loves others too little, Shiara loves them too much. Avoid that for a minute, though - Shiara is more socially skilled than either member of her immediate family. Possessed of great social graces, perfect poise, and a stare that makes people melt, she’s something of a great communicator in her own right. Some might even call her innocent, had they no idea of her true nature. In actuality, Shiara is ruthless. She chases what she wants, is patient enough to enact plans to make it happen, and stays on top of things to make sure they succeed. This is as much so in governance, which she shares with Clyde on many an occasion, as it is in the realm of love and lust. Both are dear to Shiara’s heart. At least six members of castle staff, four women and two men, have spent ‘quality time’ with the lecherous woman. Silas doesn’t care. Stevron doesn’t understand. Clyde is too stressed and harried to have a sit-down, needing her support to keep things going. The Stag prances, mounting as it pleases, as every other beast is soon to see.

Name: Ser Clyde Baratheon
Age: 41

Appearance

Personality: Clyde used to be happy. He really did. He rode the Stormlands on the back of his warhorse, smiling proud as his armor glinted in the air. He’d take his young squire of a nephew and ride for weeks at a time - climbing mountains and visiting dozens of lords, always with a smile and a wave that seemed to transcend any political issue or family rivalry. That Clyde died over six years ago, on a field northeast of the Dornish border. A band of over 1,300 deserters faced a troop of only two hundred horse from Storm’s End. Split in two, Clyde lead his force around the side, smashing into the center as Royce Baratheon rode hard frontally. His brother was thrown from his horse, a pike killing his horse, and was killed on foot in the ensuing skirmish. Clyde failed to reach his brother, surrounded by the enemy, in time. Ever since, the uncle Baratheon has been a silent, calm, and very stoic individual. His wife long passed and children dead young, he tends to all that remains of the stag’s family. It’s really to bad they’re all mad, in their own ways.

Name: Maester Grasshair
Age: 49

Appearance

Personality: If Silas is Sherlock Holmes, Grasshair is a Moriarty. He bears no moral code save his vows of service, willing to do whatever he is asked. Thankfully, he’s not asked to do anything other than help people. A master medical man with skill at chemical and historical work as well, Grasshair’s primary job is to assist Silas in various tasks he derives from his basic practices of ruling. Medical examinations of slaughtered individuals - tests for various poisons in a dead knight’s work… recreating crimes with dangerous efficiency. If needs be, perhaps even committing a few. In his spare time, a strange devotee of the Drowned God - though rarely finding converts, he has a small flock at the docks of Storm’s End, whom often congregate in the massive storms that batter the castle. His reasons for these beliefs, whatever they might be, are his own.

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House Sigil

House Name: Baratheon
House Words: Ours is the Fury

House Information/History

Lord Royce Baratheon assumed rule of Storm’s End in 143 AC, his father’s death coming very late in his reign. Married to a Tarth of the Sapphire Isle, he was blessed with three children - Silas, Stevron, and Shiara. Each would have their own tics and questionable natures - but all were well-loved and very well adjusted, in their own capacity. The family was in a very peaceful place. Disputes with other parts of the kingdom were at an all time low, and the Marcher Lords even seemed to finally be dying down with Dornish tensions. Raids across the strip of sea between the two lands had virtually dropped to nil - dangers had been averted - and grand tourneys like that of 148 were held. All this changed in 150.

The ascendancy of several minor knights in Dorne to holdfasts just past the border had inflamed tensions. Chaos had come to the families of the Marcher Lords - sons and daughters killed on peaceful rides by sandy-skinned raiders. Racist slurs and spittle flew, with anger on both sides starting to swell. The Yronwood/Martell civil war exacerbated this - and conflict blew up between Dornish bandits and Marcher guardsmen. Soon enough, even his lordship Royce was forced to ride south, with a few hundred banners, to fight and defeat a host of Dornish deserters that was terrorizing the countryside. It was there, in 153 AL, that Royce Baratheon fell.

At age fifteen, Silas Baratheon rose to the Stone Drum’s throne. A boy of fifteen, he was assisted by his veteran uncle Ser Clyde in management of the keep. A man with a silent soul, keeping in horrors of war, Clyde gave only transient guidance to the otherwise increasingly strange Silas. Even in his youth, Silas was exceptionally… bored. Work in school disappeared quickly - it was as if the boy could read a book and understand it in only a few hours - something that took even Maesters weeks or months. This, still, he called ‘boring’. Often found climbing or fencing sideface like some Braavosi, his pursuits focused intently on both his duties as head of the court, and on solving and abrogating mystery.

He claims, though no one can quite corroborate, that he can deduce the exact spot where the fat king of House Durrendon was slayed by Orys Baratheon in single combat. This spot, north along the coast of the Stormlands, is now home to a small monument that Silas carved during one of his ‘bored’ stages, in between interesting cases of the court. A large stone rock with the Baratheon sigil intricately carved, Silas considers it only fitting to the founder of his noble family.

Thankfully, his siblings are considerably more normal, though not without their own scandal. Stevron Baratheon is an up and coming knight, having taken to combat training where Silas has found it dry and without interest. Quickly becoming a fan of adventure and glory, he has turned this training into a penchant for travel and exploration. A veteran of many a tourney, including those of the Rock and even as far north as the Vale of Arryn, Stevron’s short years have been full of exploring Westeros. His rumors of preferring no female company at said events are something of a scandal in and of themselves. Rumors similarly, however, abound that he is no stable fooler either. It seems as if the man is completely disinterested in the matter entirely - and that such a lack of purpose has seen him on these wide and ranging journeys.

His other sibling is… queer. In the literal definition. Shiara Baratheon is a young woman of marriageable age. She is a warrior, with determined eyes, whom loved her mother and her father more. Where Stevron is witty, Silas madly brilliant, Shiara is calculating and ruthless. She, in her youth, was not brought up traditionally. It is known that Lord Royce and his wife were of a… rather… hedonistic persuasion. Relations were something far more open, far more Dornish, in ways that many a Septon would find unacceptable within a family. The girl lost her virginity at thirteen to a very attractive handmaid. A female handmaid. Though just as into handsome men as any of her sex, it seems that Shiara’s deadliest sin is lust. One she has more than enough problems curing. Despite this, her upbringing as the most straight-edge of the three Baratheons made her the foremost political expert of the family.

When it comes to familial diplomacy, Silas deducts - Stevron laughs away - Shiara deals. If anyone is fit to rule Storm’s End, it’s her. The way she acts as orchestrator within the walls says plenty about that.

There are two remaining figures of note within Storm’s End: Ser Clyde, and Maester Grasshair. Both are characters of great skill and renown, though for far different purposes. Clyde is the Master at Arms - and alongside Shiara is the sinew that ties together the chaos that is the Stormlands. Suffering from severe war flashbacks in the Marches, having seen his brother die before him, and dealing constantly with the pain that causes - he is the one sane man left in a castle full of hard-charging and often quarrelsome family members.

Maester Grasshair is… different. Having replaced the old Maester that taught the Baratheon children in 153, he was picked explicitly for his different nature. Rumors of Baratheon madness resulted in the Citadel sending their maddest Maester, hoping that he’d be at home. All too well - all too well. Grasshair is from the Iron Isles - one of the only ones to ever visit the school. A follower of the drowned god, he never the less retains a spark of brilliance that seems to stun most - when he isn’t babbling incoherently behind feet upon feet of facial hair. A close compatriot of Lord Silas, the pair are often conducting scientific experiments that would shock even more liberal members of society. He’s a doctor of the first order, though. That’s where his usefulness is best seen.

Name: Silas Baratheon
Age: 19

Appearance

Personality: Brilliant, highly functioning, a sociopath. All words that describe Silas Baratheon. He holds little regard for custom, little regard for those he considers less intelligent, but retains a moral code that seems more green and yellow than red and blue. A master of deduction and logic, and detail-oriented, Silas is a master at uncovering mystery and solving puzzles - making him oddly suited to the courtly duties of a lord. He throws himself into this work with gusto - for which most are grateful. Silas possesses some skill with a sword in a Braavosi-esque style, self-taught, and regularly retreats into a mental castle where he stores swathes of information on multiple subjects. (Inspired by Sherlock Holmes)

Name: Ser Stevron Baratheon
Age: 17

Appearance

Personality: Stevron is normal, compared to his family. He’s a tourney knight that loves japes, adventures, and exploring the wild countrysides of all six kingdoms. He’s even visited Dorne, as dangerous as that is for a man like himself. Having lived as his uncle had prior to his fight in the Marches, Stevron seeks a peaceable life where he fights, jousts, and drinks jollily with friends. He knows, ultimately, such isn’t going to happen. He’ll have to marry - something he personally detests. This isn’t out of dislike or hatred for women - he loves his sister, and any woman he meets… When people talk about them, though, Stevron doesn’t feel like his comrades. They’re just normal people - some might look better… but there’s no stirring in the loins like other men might have. He’s a complete contrast with his sister in that regard. Easily the best Baratheon fighter, Stevron is young, muscular, yet rather wiry. He’s more adept with the sword than the lance, though either is a legitimate weapon in his capable hands. Some say it’s a mule’s talent - never distracted. (An asexual in a land of whores and forced marriages)

Name: Shiara Baratheon
Age: 16

Appearance

Personality: Shiara is the opposite of Stevron. Where he loves others too little, Shiara loves them too much. Avoid that for a minute, though - Shiara is more socially skilled than either member of her immediate family. Possessed of great social graces, perfect poise, and a stare that makes people melt, she’s something of a great communicator in her own right. Some might even call her innocent, had they no idea of her true nature. In actuality, Shiara is ruthless. She chases what she wants, is patient enough to enact plans to make it happen, and stays on top of things to make sure they succeed. This is as much so in governance, which she shares with Clyde on many an occasion, as it is in the realm of love and lust. Both are dear to Shiara’s heart. At least six members of castle staff, four women and two men, have spent ‘quality time’ with the lecherous woman. Silas doesn’t care. Stevron doesn’t understand. Clyde is too stressed and harried to have a sit-down, needing her support to keep things going. The Stag prances, mounting as it pleases, as every other beast is soon to see.

Name: Ser Clyde Baratheon
Age: 41

Appearance

Personality: Clyde used to be happy. He really did. He rode the Stormlands on the back of his warhorse, smiling proud as his armor glinted in the air. He’d take his young squire of a nephew and ride for weeks at a time - climbing mountains and visiting dozens of lords, always with a smile and a wave that seemed to transcend any political issue or family rivalry. That Clyde died over six years ago, on a field northeast of the Dornish border. A band of over 1,300 deserters faced a troop of only two hundred horse from Storm’s End. Split in two, Clyde lead his force around the side, smashing into the center as Royce Baratheon rode hard frontally. His brother was thrown from his horse, a pike killing his horse, and was killed on foot in the ensuing skirmish. Clyde failed to reach his brother, surrounded by the enemy, in time. Ever since, the uncle Baratheon has been a silent, calm, and very stoic individual. His wife long passed and children dead young, he tends to all that remains of the stag’s family. It’s really to bad they’re all mad, in their own ways.

Name: Maester Grasshair
Age: 49

Appearance

Personality: If Silas is Sherlock Holmes, Grasshair is a Moriarty. He bears no moral code save his vows of service, willing to do whatever he is asked. Thankfully, he’s not asked to do anything other than help people. A master medical man with skill at chemical and historical work as well, Grasshair’s primary job is to assist Silas in various tasks he derives from his basic practices of ruling. Medical examinations of slaughtered individuals - tests for various poisons in a dead knight’s work… recreating crimes with dangerous efficiency. If needs be, perhaps even committing a few. In his spare time, a strange devotee of the Drowned God - though rarely finding converts, he has a small flock at the docks of Storm’s End, whom often congregate in the massive storms that batter the castle. His reasons for these beliefs, whatever they might be, are his own.

Game of Thrones: Daeron's Conquest

I'm around - I don't think I have a copy of my old sheets though :(