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A Story of Fire and Lions - A Game of Thrones RP {ALWAYS OPEN}

@TheDarkTemplar Both are accepted :)

A Story of Fire and Lions - A Game of Thrones RP {ALWAYS OPEN}

King Daeron Targaryen of Westeros Daeron was enjoying the feast immensely. His face was red with laughter and wine, having drank his fill while talking with an attractive young women of high born blood. Suddenly he spied his mother striding over to him, a look of disgust was visible only to those who knew her well. As good as his mother was at politics, she hated parties of this sort. She clasped a hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "It is time to announce your decision," before walking off. He cleared his throat and said his goodbyes before walking up to the front of the room were he notified a servant to get the attention of the party goers. A deep gong rang through the room, the servant having rang a large brass cymbal to get the attention of the lords and ladies. The room grew silent, the only noise the heavy breathing of drunken men. "And now for the highlight of the evening, the Announcement of the Hand. My father always told me that you should trust your Hand more than you trust yourself. Well the person that I have chosen is most certainly the most trustworthy person I have ever met by far. I'd like to present to you all, the new Hand of the King and the most loyal man I've ever met, John Stark!" Daeron shouted throughout the room. Many guests cheered and turned to John who gave them curt nods while his direwolf sat next to him proudly as if she knew what her master now was. With that Daeron stepped down and his guests went back to eating, drinking, and gabbing. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lady Gemma Baraetheon "I'd love to, but I must warn you, the Stormlands aren't nearly as interesting as Dorne," Gemma said in response to Ser Jakob's request for a description of her homeland. Soon however, the well known Ser Vernan had joined their group. She smiled and said, "Hello Ser Vernan. Enjoying the feast I expect?" Inside however she was bursting with joy. She had heard that the Lannisters were in search of a war and she was in search of a new king. This could be a perfect time to ally with the lions. It had been done before. Hopefully now however they refrained from fucking their siblings. That was a tradition best left to the Targaryens. Just then the king decided to announce the Hand of the King as John Stark. No surprise there. The two had been inseparable for many years. A shame however. She'd met the Stark boy a few times and he seemed like a pleasant boy, a good warrior even if he was slightly inexperienced. It would be a shame if he got caught on the wrong side of the war. When Gemma turned back to her group she noticed that the Dornish princess had left. No matter. Gemma thought that the Frey and Lannister were he best bets at striking a deal anyways.

A Story of Fire and Lions - A Game of Thrones RP {ALWAYS OPEN}

Sorry I haven't posted today guys. I've just been super busy. I'm gonna get the Hand Selection Ceremony over and then have a time skip to the next day pretty soon after that.

A Story of Fire and Lions - A Game of Thrones RP {ALWAYS OPEN}

Lord John Stark of Winterfell John began making his way down to the feast, Shiera at his side. He had spoken to Daeron only a few minutes ago. John would be the Hand. As much as he tried to make himself seem unworthy, Daeron disagreed. And what Daeron wanted he received. John entered the feast, Shiera padding along silently, gaining looks from the nobility that was unaccustomed to the pets that Ned Stark and his children had popularized in the North. "My boy!" John heard the shout from across the room and glanced up to see his uncle, Lord Jon Umber making his way over. He grinned and hugged the man, smelling the wine waft off of his figure. They discussed the new king for a few minutes before his uncle brought up the appointment of a Hand. "All the gold in the Seven Kingdoms that it's you boy," he said, gaining a halfhearted laugh from the Stark. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lady Gemma Baraetheon of the Stormlands Gemma was enjoying the feast immensely. Her cup was always filled and the food was beyond amazement. She was pleasantly surprised by the spectacle the Targaryens had produced. But it wouldn't matter to her in the end. She wanted the downfall of the Targaryens, much like the Lannisters, or so she heard. She'd be happy to work with the lions though, if it meant her name went down in history as the woman who slew the king. She made her way over to where the Dornish princess and the Frey lord were speaking, silently joining the conversation. It was part of her job to make rounds ad let everyone know that she was still their friend. The Baraetheons weren't exactly the king's favorite house. Any allies were useful, especially when there was grumbling of war.

A Story of Fire and Lions - A Game of Thrones RP {ALWAYS OPEN}

As a note, i may be pushing my place here, surely the baretheons would be in either dire straights or exile??? They were the ones who led the charge against the Targaryians and ended up slaughtering much of the blood line. Even if the Starks were allowed to remain, despite their involvement too, and the lannisters. The baratheons would be heading to the chopping block? Just a thought.

@gowia

That's a good point you make. I'm going to say that Daenarys gave mercy to Stannis but took his daughter as her "ward," seeing as how she was more concerned with the man who Usurped the throne, not those who helped him.

A Story of Fire and Lions - A Game of Thrones RP {ALWAYS OPEN}

@Klyix You're accepted :)

A Story of Fire and Lions - A Game of Thrones RP {ALWAYS OPEN}

Gemma Baraetheon

Name: Gemma Baraetheon Age: 19 House: Baraetheon Family: Mother: The late Lady Argella Baraetheon, formerly Lady Argella Estermont, she was a proud woman revered for her beauty. Father: The late Lord Renly Baraetheon, he was known for his many affairs before finally settling down with Argella. Skills: Gemma has an unusual skill set or a woman in Westeros. Her father trained her in the art of the sword and as such she is known as the, "Fearsome Stag," a name given to her after she led troops into battle during a small civil war in the Stormlands two years prior. Weaknesses: Gemma can easily be blinded by anger and she naturally doe not posses the strength of a man. Weapon: Gemma wields a sword that was crafted specifically for her. It is light weight and allows her to move quickly. It is known as The Storm. Title: Lady of the Stormlands, "The Fearsome Stag" Personality: Gemma is a fearsome girl. She knows what she wants and she goes for it, disregarding the game entirely. For this reason, many dislike her, but she gives them little notice. She has a fierce temper but it is mostly set off by any insult regarding her gender, or her ability to fight. Bio: Gemma was the only child born to Renly and Argella Baraetheon. Other lords saw this as a disappointment. Everyone wants a male as their heir. But Renly saw it as a chance. He trained her to break the stereotypes Westeros has against women and before he died, he told her to be the best she could be and then some. She's still trying and she thinks that taking down the Targaryen boy would be just the thing to prove that a woman can wield a sword too. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."

A Story of Fire and Lions - A Game of Thrones RP {ALWAYS OPEN}

Lord John Stark of Winterfell John smiled at Khailey. "And it seems you already know of me," he said after she introduced herself. Before they could continue their conversation, Daeron and the Kingsguard entered, and the room fell silent. Daeron was coronated and soon, the swearing of fealty began. "John Stark!" John's name rang through the hall and he marched dutifully up to the front of Daeron where he took a knee and bowed his head. When he stood again, he said in a powerful voice, "The North swears it's fealty to you, Daeron Targaryen, the one true king." The rest of the ceremony passed quickly and soon the sun was descending from it's perch in the sky. The lords and ladies had time to rest before the feast and so John was on his balcony, his hand stroking his direwolf, Shiera's, head. The wolf had been brought up with his luggage and was waiting patiently when he had returned from the ceremony. "Shiera, Daeron has yet to come speak with me. Maybe this means I won't be named Hand of the King after all," John hoped aloud, the winds bringing the scent of the sea to his nose.

A Story of Fire and Lions - A Game of Thrones RP {ALWAYS OPEN}

Yeah exactly. And if you have any questions just feel free to ask. But if you really want to leave I guess I can't really stop you. Also, I think I'm going to make another character just so there's another female in our roster. Is there any House that you guys would like her to be from?

A Story of Fire and Lions - A Game of Thrones RP {ALWAYS OPEN}

Lord John Stark of Winterfell John grimaced at what the Lannister said of his thoughts on who should be named the Hand. "I was worried that you would say that," he said. He knew that if Daeron offered him the position he would be forced to accept. It wasn't a job that you could say no to. John sighed as the chatter continued. He noticed the knight's daughter heading over. She had the famed locks of gold that Lannisters were known for and she was quite the beauty. John bowed as she approached. "My lady," he said, flashing a charming smile. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ King Daeron Targaryen of Westeros Daeron had finished his walk and was now ready to begin the ceremony. He notified his guards and the others that would need to be present at the occasion. He waited outside the door of the throne room, a black cape fitted over a red tunic. He took a deep breath as he marched in, the Kingsguard at his side. He took his seat on the Iron Throne. It was a cold, uncomfortable thing but his face showed no sign of his feelings. The coronation was quick. Maester Arran conducted it and then placed the crown his father had worn atop his head. He smiled as he realized what came next. The Lords of Westeros swearing fealty to him. This would be quite fun. Daeron was handed a list of the Lords who would be bowing the knee to show their house's respect. He shouted out the first name on the list, "Gwayne Tyrell!"