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A Song of Ice and Fire

Ser Erwyn Rivers

Name: Ser Erwyn Rivers, a landless knight and a master-at-arms of Fairmarket

Gender: Male

Age: 32

Appearance: Ser Erwyn is about six feet tall, broad-shouldered man. He has long and thick arms. His hair is coloured dark brown and auburn. He has deep blue eyes, and he would be noted as a handsome man, if he hadn't scars in his face, torso and arms.

Personality: Ser Erwyn has seen what men can do to each other. He took part in the campaign against the Kingswood Brotherhood as a squire for a knight and fought in the Robert's Rebellion. He has a slightly cynical view on the world, and can be seen also as a sarcastic, but not without a sense of honor. Although he might not show it, he cares for the soldiers and squires who he trains and fights with.

Pros and cons: Ser Erwyn isn't the friendliest man around, but spends some time gambling and drinking with a few friends he has. He is also ambidextrous.

Biography: Born in 266 into the House Mallister as a bastard to Lord Jason's brother, Erwyn's prospects didn't look good, and he wasn't treated very warmly. His father didn't really care for him, and Erwyn mostly spent his time sparring in the training yard. He was given a better education than most, but not much else. At the age seven, he was assigned to Ser Gawain Hawkwood, a household knight as a page. During his early teen age, Ser Gawain and Erwyn moved to the King's Landing to find to a new master after Ser Gawain was released from Mallister service after they an argument over Erwyn's training. Erwyn often thinks that Gawain was a much better father than his real father.

At King's Landing, Ser Gawain entered the service of the Hand of the King, Lord Tywin Lannister and was sent to root out the Kingswood Brotherhood alongside many renowned knights and soldiers. Ser Gawain died after a bandit loosed an arrow at him, but Erwyn survived the campaign. He started to serve Lord Tywin, even though the man had a ruthless reputation. Erwyn followed Tywin to the Casterly Rock after his resignation as the Hand of the King. At Casterly Rock, Erwyn spent a few quiet years before the Robert's Rebellion started, squiring for a knight and rose to the rank of a knight.

When the Robert's Rebellion started in 284, Lord Tywin waited and finally made his move after the Battle of the Trident. He entered King's Landing as a friend and sacked the city. Ser Erwyn took part in the battle, taking a few nobles and knights as prisoners and ransoming them after the battle. After the war, Erwyn was dismissed from Tywin's service, and he traveled back to the Riverlands, finding himself in the service of Lord of Fairmarket. In 289, Erwyn took part in the Greyjoy Rebellion, fighting alongside Thoros of Myr. Ever since, he has spent a quiet life as the master-at-arms at Fairmarket.

Equipment: A set of steel armour bought from King's Landing and a boiled leather armour from Fairmarket, a fine-quality bastard sword, an oaken shield, travelling clothes and other garb.

Other: I'll be expanding and refining this character sheet on the coming days, and if you have suggestions, I'll hear them.

The Dark Age of Brythunnia

@Sonatina Yes, I think we should. If you guys and gals don't have any other ideas (I know I don't have better ideas), then yes.

The Dark Age of Brythunnia

I understand. Best of luck, and remember, you're always welcome to come back if you can.

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@Zoldyck Yes, we're accepting new players. Just write your character and I'll let you know if he or she is approved.

The Dark Age of Brythunnia

I would say about a week, maybe a day or two more or less. Hard to say. For a lone rider, maybe a few days at most.

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Duncan will not like the sound of that. He has kept the bogey-woman too long in the closet, it seems. "I'll tell your answer the king" Rickard said to the lady assassin. "But remember, even if the king has given you a carte blanche to handle Jaden, that young still my nephew, however low his birth might be. Good night, and have a safe voyage, my lady."

He turned away slowly, and could see how Claret gazed him with steely eyes. If a gaze could kill, he would have died right then and there. Instead, he walked back to the king's bedchamber and entered inside.

He called Duncan, and the king answered this time around, eating some supper in his study. "Your bogey-woman got the letter. She said she would leave on the morrow" Rickard reported. "Though she wasn't very happy about it. Apparently, you don't often hire assassins to track people and keep them alive. Who would have guessed?"

Duncan chortled and took a sip from a cup. "She's just being prideful. Proud of her profession and skills. Anything else?"

"She will pass through the Heartlands. I fear she might have some thoughts of jumping over the fence and joining that High Lady."

"Lady Gwendolyn. A lovely lady, but somewhat protective of her own. I have met her a few times. Her husband died of the withering disease some time ago. Now, she has assumed the control over the bread basket of the kingdom, and she could hold the country in a choke hold. There's a chance that Claret would sell Jaden to the new regent, but I won't hold my breath. She might be a hired dagger, but she isn't stupid to have me on my bad side, uncle."

"Right, Duncan" Rickard said. He could believe any tales told about Claret. "Would it be wise to send another agent on his own? To double our chances at finding Jaden?"

Duncan rubbed again his jaw. "No need. Only if Claret doesn't come back or find any credible proof of Jaden's demise, then maybe. But not yet." He started to play with a peach. "You know, this peach came this morning from the Heartlands. It's still fresh and ripe. Take one, and leave me. I need to think a few things."

Rickard nodded and left the king to his own peace. He found his way to his own bedchamber, that was more spacious than the king's, but it had more furniture and furs on the floor. He undressed and went to bed, trying to catch sleep, only to find himself drifting in memories and times past. Finally, he fell asleep.

The Dark Age of Brythunnia

Post if you have something. The others can post when they can.

The Dark Age of Brythunnia

Don't worry, I won't hold it against you, Sonatina.

The Dark Age of Brythunnia

"My lady, it is Lord Rickard. Otherwise, it is a pleasure to see you this evening" Rickard said bluntly. He didn't like that someone said his name wrong, although Rickard was indeed awfully close to Richard. Claret seemed to be quite pretty and innocent in the evening light, but Rickard knew what kind of a person she truly was. Aedin had told him about her when they had been in the Southern Marches.

"Now, as we are done with the necessary courtesies, my royal nephew has sent you a letter. He also apologies that he couldn't attend you in person. He has a realm to govern." Rickard took the letter from his tunic's pocket and handed the letter to Claret. He didn't like acting as a courier and he didn't enjoy talking with Claret, but Duncan trusted messages like this one only to the hands of Rickard. "If my lady doesn't have any questions, I would like to excuse myself."

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

I can vouch that when I was in the army (I was in the Finnish Defence Forces) no medic ran around the battlefield with defibrilators. Combat first aid just doesn't work like that.