Agreed. Besides, I have to get some sleep. I'll have an early morning coming.
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Just a regular university student, majoring in hospitality and tourism. Also a history and trivial knowledge nerd, aircraft aficionado, occasional trekker and a D&D player.
Just a regular university student, majoring in hospitality and tourism. Also a history and trivial knowledge nerd, aircraft aficionado, occasional trekker and a D&D player.
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Arthur was watching the Iron Throne and the king as he was walking up the steps to sit on the throne. He heard what the Lannister said, and felt an urge to look what he was talking about, but instead, he tried to keep his calm.
"A dragon, Lord Lannister? Are you kidding with me?" he said with a whisker of amusement. He didn't take his eyes from the king. "There hasn't been fire-breathing dragons in Westeros for almost quarter of a century, let alone a Targaryen in this hall for like fifteen years!"
Arthur had been born under the rulership of the last Targaryen king, yet he had been toppled from his throne before his tenth name day. He had been told that the Targaryens were wicked kings who drank wildfire as wine. He didn't knew about that, but Arbor gold was a much better choice.
"Just go to talk to him, Lannister, and get it over with" he said and turned to Lord Lannister. "You should get yourself introduced with him and if he's a Targaryen, then you can turn him up to the crown."
"A dragon, Lord Lannister? Are you kidding with me?" he said with a whisker of amusement. He didn't take his eyes from the king. "There hasn't been fire-breathing dragons in Westeros for almost quarter of a century, let alone a Targaryen in this hall for like fifteen years!"
Arthur had been born under the rulership of the last Targaryen king, yet he had been toppled from his throne before his tenth name day. He had been told that the Targaryens were wicked kings who drank wildfire as wine. He didn't knew about that, but Arbor gold was a much better choice.
"Just go to talk to him, Lannister, and get it over with" he said and turned to Lord Lannister. "You should get yourself introduced with him and if he's a Targaryen, then you can turn him up to the crown."
"Oh really, my lord of Lannister? The High Septon just crowned the king. That means we're one step nearer ending this mummer's coronation" Arthur said back to Mychael. He didn't have much love for the Lannisters, but Mychael seemed all right. He wasn't a fighter like him, but Mychael was like his lord father in many ways. Both had their noses buried deep in ledgers and reports.
Arthur was bored by paperwork, but he knew someone had to do it, because soldiers like him depended on them. Somebody had to pay the soldiers and gather money to equip them, to build the roads they marched on. His father, the lord of the Storm's End, had just been chosen to the small council to act as the Master of Coin. He must have been happy to hear that he beat the famed lion of Lannister.
"That sword is really a beauty, though" Arthur remarked. "Maybe not as good-looking as my Doom, but still a worthy blade for a king."
Arthur was bored by paperwork, but he knew someone had to do it, because soldiers like him depended on them. Somebody had to pay the soldiers and gather money to equip them, to build the roads they marched on. His father, the lord of the Storm's End, had just been chosen to the small council to act as the Master of Coin. He must have been happy to hear that he beat the famed lion of Lannister.
"That sword is really a beauty, though" Arthur remarked. "Maybe not as good-looking as my Doom, but still a worthy blade for a king."
A Web of Lies
The King is dead, long live the king!
It was already noon, and the coronation had just begun in the Red Keep. Many high lords and ladies far and near were cramped into its throne room, and Ser Arthur Baratheon was one of them. And he wasn't happy about it.
Even Dorne is cooler than this room, Ser Arthur thought and swiped sweat from his brow. Gods be damned with their long summers and days like these. His silken tunic was designed to keep his body cool, but the Red Keep was known to be a hellhole on a warm summer day.
And it didn't do him good that the coronation of the lord Arryn was taking ages! The High Septon was talking something about the wisdom of the gods and the responsibility of a king to the gods above, to the lords beside him and to the people below, but Arthur couldn't care less. He hated the High Septon and his annoying voice with its tempo and high pitch. Arthur had hated the man since the day he had arrived to the capital.
He remembered that day well. High Septon had been sent to greet him along with some servants and soldiers, and weary from the travel, Arthur had been annoyed by the High Septon. He had started to talk and just had kept on talking and talking. Arthur had almost punched to man to the gut, but had resisted the urge.
The hall used for the coronation was the throne room where the Iron Throne was. It is an ugly piece of furniture and really a pain in the ass to sit, Arthur contemplated. The High Septon and Lord Arryn, the king-to-be, were in front of the Throne, standing few feet apart. The lords and ladies were standing all around the throne room. It didn't have many chairs or any other furniture. The High Septon was finishing his speech, and was asking everyone to join in a prayer to the gods, to grant the new king wisdom and a long, prosperous reign.
Gods, just strike them down with a bolt of lightning, Arthur prayed.
But they didn't, because they didn't listen to him, as always. They never listened to him.
The King is dead, long live the king!
It was already noon, and the coronation had just begun in the Red Keep. Many high lords and ladies far and near were cramped into its throne room, and Ser Arthur Baratheon was one of them. And he wasn't happy about it.
Even Dorne is cooler than this room, Ser Arthur thought and swiped sweat from his brow. Gods be damned with their long summers and days like these. His silken tunic was designed to keep his body cool, but the Red Keep was known to be a hellhole on a warm summer day.
And it didn't do him good that the coronation of the lord Arryn was taking ages! The High Septon was talking something about the wisdom of the gods and the responsibility of a king to the gods above, to the lords beside him and to the people below, but Arthur couldn't care less. He hated the High Septon and his annoying voice with its tempo and high pitch. Arthur had hated the man since the day he had arrived to the capital.
He remembered that day well. High Septon had been sent to greet him along with some servants and soldiers, and weary from the travel, Arthur had been annoyed by the High Septon. He had started to talk and just had kept on talking and talking. Arthur had almost punched to man to the gut, but had resisted the urge.
The hall used for the coronation was the throne room where the Iron Throne was. It is an ugly piece of furniture and really a pain in the ass to sit, Arthur contemplated. The High Septon and Lord Arryn, the king-to-be, were in front of the Throne, standing few feet apart. The lords and ladies were standing all around the throne room. It didn't have many chairs or any other furniture. The High Septon was finishing his speech, and was asking everyone to join in a prayer to the gods, to grant the new king wisdom and a long, prosperous reign.
Gods, just strike them down with a bolt of lightning, Arthur prayed.
But they didn't, because they didn't listen to him, as always. They never listened to him.
Name: Regulus
House: Baratheon
Age: 46
Bio/Story: Lord Regulus is the current lord of the Storm's End. He spends much of his time in the world of finance and economy, financing caravans and merchant ship across the Narrow Sea. He has a great network of agents, spies and associates, ready to report the news both home and abroad. He is a cunning man, a true strategist and a solid cyvasse player. Regulus' heir is Ser Arthur.
In his youth, he had to crush House Orion, a defiant young house which tried to gain too much, too fast. Regulus campaigned against their castle and holdings, and after a siege of three months, his soldiers broke the defenders and assaulted the castle.
In the ensuing fight, two things of note happened; first, Lord Orion was killed along with his offspring. They weren't missed: other Stormlander lords didn't like Lord Orion due to his rash and arrogant behaviour. Second, Lord Baratheon found the Doom from the castle and gave it to his son as a present when he was knighted at age 19. It is told that the last of the Orions were defiant to end and fought bravely against much greater numbers. Their resistance was a stuff of nightmares and their end serves as a grim reminder to the other houses what happens when trying to cross the Baratheon stag...
Occupation / Rank: Lord of the Storm's End
Personality: Gambler, plotter, backstabber, schemer, can appear as ruthless. Loves the thrill that comes with complicated plots and investing his money for a risky profit. Loves dark beer, apple cider and roses.
Appearance: A tall and lean man, not the most handsome man, has strikingly blue eyes. Few really can stand his gaze. Agile and fast, not very strongly built. His strength is his calm demeanor and cunning wits, not in his muscles, although he's a solid swordsman.
Other: Regulus is the Master of Coin in the king's small council.
Killable?: Yes
House: Baratheon
Age: 46
Bio/Story: Lord Regulus is the current lord of the Storm's End. He spends much of his time in the world of finance and economy, financing caravans and merchant ship across the Narrow Sea. He has a great network of agents, spies and associates, ready to report the news both home and abroad. He is a cunning man, a true strategist and a solid cyvasse player. Regulus' heir is Ser Arthur.
In his youth, he had to crush House Orion, a defiant young house which tried to gain too much, too fast. Regulus campaigned against their castle and holdings, and after a siege of three months, his soldiers broke the defenders and assaulted the castle.
In the ensuing fight, two things of note happened; first, Lord Orion was killed along with his offspring. They weren't missed: other Stormlander lords didn't like Lord Orion due to his rash and arrogant behaviour. Second, Lord Baratheon found the Doom from the castle and gave it to his son as a present when he was knighted at age 19. It is told that the last of the Orions were defiant to end and fought bravely against much greater numbers. Their resistance was a stuff of nightmares and their end serves as a grim reminder to the other houses what happens when trying to cross the Baratheon stag...
Occupation / Rank: Lord of the Storm's End
Personality: Gambler, plotter, backstabber, schemer, can appear as ruthless. Loves the thrill that comes with complicated plots and investing his money for a risky profit. Loves dark beer, apple cider and roses.
Appearance: A tall and lean man, not the most handsome man, has strikingly blue eyes. Few really can stand his gaze. Agile and fast, not very strongly built. His strength is his calm demeanor and cunning wits, not in his muscles, although he's a solid swordsman.
Other: Regulus is the Master of Coin in the king's small council.
Killable?: Yes
Terveiset Suomesta! Hello, fellow role players. I am the new guy from the frozen land called Finland. No, we don't have polar bears, and yes, some of us have reindeer to use as mounts, but those guys mostly live in Lapland. I am also awful at introductions, so I just say that like playing RPGs and reading. I also consume lots of fantasy books ("Nerd!" someone might shout) and historical Podcasts, and I confess, I am a great fan of Mike Duncan's The History of Rome and Revolutions series.
As a writer, I could say that I am a bit lazy to start and continue, but when I get myself into a good mood I can write and write and write beyond counting. No kidding, not at all. Trust me, I'm the new kid in the block.
As a writer, I could say that I am a bit lazy to start and continue, but when I get myself into a good mood I can write and write and write beyond counting. No kidding, not at all. Trust me, I'm the new kid in the block.
Name: Ser Arthur
House: Baratheon
Age: 24
Bio/Story: Ser Arthur is a Stormlander and the firstborn son of the lord Baratheon - fierce in battle and decisive in action, and not without a hot temper of his House. Ser Arthur is a well-known knight with many tourney championships below his belt. He is situated in the King's Landing as an envoy and a representative of House Baratheon in the capital. He often brawls and spars with his men-at-arms and knights in the Red Keep's barracks and training field. Sometimes he finds his way to the local taverns. Ser Arthur is married to lady Alys Selmy, a prominent landholder in the Stormlands. His father is the Lord of Storm's End.
Occupation / Rank: Knight
Personality: Ser Arthur is a tactical prodigy - aggressive, rash and a front line leader, but not much of a strategist. He has a booming voice that enables him to shout commands to his men. He is a quick thinker, but not really a genius. Ser Arthur often jumps to conclusions too soon (except in battles), and often follows his instincts and intuition. He dislikes bards and singers, but enjoys singing a ballad known as "The Storm's End" by a famed bard Dandelion of Oldtown.
Appearance: He is slightly taller than most men of the Stormlands, about six feet, and has a long, pale scar running across his face, thanks to a duel with a Martell. He has cropped, black hair and a small beard. Arthur has the green eyes of his mother's. He is quite strong, thanks to his upbringing. It's like he was born to fight in wars and battles.
Other: Ser Arthur carries a Valyrian bastard sword called the Doom into battle. It is engraved with strange symbols, and no maester in Westeros knows what they mean. He has a black destrier named Roach.
Killable by others?: Yes
House: Baratheon
Age: 24
Bio/Story: Ser Arthur is a Stormlander and the firstborn son of the lord Baratheon - fierce in battle and decisive in action, and not without a hot temper of his House. Ser Arthur is a well-known knight with many tourney championships below his belt. He is situated in the King's Landing as an envoy and a representative of House Baratheon in the capital. He often brawls and spars with his men-at-arms and knights in the Red Keep's barracks and training field. Sometimes he finds his way to the local taverns. Ser Arthur is married to lady Alys Selmy, a prominent landholder in the Stormlands. His father is the Lord of Storm's End.
Occupation / Rank: Knight
Personality: Ser Arthur is a tactical prodigy - aggressive, rash and a front line leader, but not much of a strategist. He has a booming voice that enables him to shout commands to his men. He is a quick thinker, but not really a genius. Ser Arthur often jumps to conclusions too soon (except in battles), and often follows his instincts and intuition. He dislikes bards and singers, but enjoys singing a ballad known as "The Storm's End" by a famed bard Dandelion of Oldtown.
Appearance: He is slightly taller than most men of the Stormlands, about six feet, and has a long, pale scar running across his face, thanks to a duel with a Martell. He has cropped, black hair and a small beard. Arthur has the green eyes of his mother's. He is quite strong, thanks to his upbringing. It's like he was born to fight in wars and battles.
Other: Ser Arthur carries a Valyrian bastard sword called the Doom into battle. It is engraved with strange symbols, and no maester in Westeros knows what they mean. He has a black destrier named Roach.
Killable by others?: Yes
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